Need

"OH yes fuck me harder!" cried Hermione

Harry loved the sound of her needing him, needing his massive cock inside her. She needed him to get a break from the school work and her usual rule-bound life and he needed her to simply need him.

"Come on! Pound my cunt Harry!"

Harry was grateful of both the Vaccumus charm keeping Hermione's noise inside his Gryfindor room and the rather crafty lock charm on the door.

That was the great thing about fucking hermione. She wanted it so bad.
She would shout at the top of her lungs, writhing on the bed calling his name. Harry had been with many girls... he had popped ginny's tight cherry, mixed it up with those indian twins, made sweet passionate love to cho, and even gotten kinky with luna (and yes she did love good).

But he ejoyed Hermione the best. She brought an intensity to the
intimacy that allowed him to forget everything. All his troubles,
all the death and the battles. It all slipped away in the sweat and
heat of pounding Hermione's voratious cunt.

She just lay on the bed with Harry standing at the end of the bed holding her legs up and apart. Harry pounded inter her again and again.

"This feel so good!" Thought Harry

He pumped in and out of her, the friction exciting the nerves up and down his penis. The feeling spread as he increased thrusts in both speed and ferocity. His spine was alight with sexual energy, and the feeling pulsed out even further until the tips of fingers and toes crackled with the feeling. When it reached his head his senses were elevated to a superhuman hight of pleasure. It flooded his mind as it always did, and in it's imensity, washed away all the worries of the hero's life, the life of suffering, betrayal, and loss.

He sped up the pounding and gabbed her legs tighter, his mind completely lost to the feeling of Hermione's hot cunt and shouted pleas.

Now the only thing lounder than Hermione's sexual shouts was the sound of his sack slapping against her smooth shaven groin.

"That's it Harry!"

Now she was squirming in pleasure, rocking back and forth, her eyes closed and mouth agape. Her arms grasped the bed to steady her and brace herself against the immense impacts and involuntary spasms of pleasure. The old four poster groaned and creeked in response, so unused to such motion.

He was getting tired now, sweat poured down his face and toned naked chest. He tried to keep up his speed but he was simply exhausted. He started to slow.

Hermione opened her eyes and gasped:

"Alright Harry, my turn!"

She pulled him forward on top of her, and Harry felt those perfect breasts press against him as she brought him into a deep kiss. He felt the nipples in particular against his skin, being fully erect at such a state of arousal. For a quick moment it was only thier lips, but Hermione opened her mouth wide and sent her toung in search of it's lover's. Harry's pleasure sensitive mind reeled at the new sensation. The wetness of the mouth, the touch of that dexterous toung, and the proximity of thier entwined bodies, sent his mind spinning hier than before. But the inactivity of thier bodies and the sudden calm intimacy restored Hermione's vigor.

While still clasped in a hot sweaty embrace, she rolled him over to his right, bringing herself on top of him and bringing her body to all-fours on the bed with Harry directly beneath her. She looked him right in the eyes, chestnut hair framing her face, not saying a word, and Harry simply smiled, knowing what would come next.

She brought her hips up in the air, almost to the point where his penis was completely unsheathed, and then brought them back down again, impailing her cunt on his meat rod.

"AAAHHHHH YES!" she cried and even Harry moaned, eyes wide with extacy.

She repeated the motion, and each time she went a little faster. Soon she was mashing herself against his cack, ramming it deeper and deeper, never satisfied.

As Hermione's speed reached it's zenith, Harry couldn't take it anymore; he was unable to control himself and all he could do to stop the orgasm was hold the cum in.

"Just a little longer Harry. a few more thrusts..."

Harry was bursting, he focused as much as he could on holding his orgasm back but it was overwhelming him. He closed his eyes and strained his muscles, trying everything to hold off a little longer.

Finally, Hermione's back snapped strait up, her silky hair snapping back with it, and she yelled out.

"Here I come Harry! Cum with me Harry!"

Now was the time, he released the floodgates and his groin spasmed as the his hot milky fluids jetted deep into Hermione's throbbing hot cunt.

Simultaniously, she released herself and he could feel her body spasming and her vagina constricing as she released her fluids. It was an extraordinary orgasm like this that made Hermione gush, and she shook head to toe as she orgasmed. Harry could feel the hot liquid on his cock before it started to flow out of her and onto him.

With a final spasm, her feverish body collaped on him, her breasts absorbing most of the impact.

Her breath was ragged but she managed one last phrase before she slipped into an exhaused sleep:

"You were magnificent Harry"

Harry looked over at the bedside clock and it read 3:34 AM

"God" He thought "We've been at it all night"