Hermione sex

"Please..." Hermione groaned pathetically as her panties were stripped away. "Don't make me..."

"It's too late now!" Crabbe chortled, undoing her bra and stuffing it casually into a pocket. "You shouldn't of crossed us..." "No..." she pleaded, feeling the cool air begin to caress her sizeable breasts. Goyle had bent down and parted her legs, peering with undue interest at a sight not often beheld by students' eyes -- the full, proud, pubic bush so common among muggle-borns. Intrigued, he allowed his nose to sink into the floral cloud and inhale deeply the scent of her honey. The enfeebled teenager cringed, but not nearly enough to shake him off.

Instead, driven manic with lust, the hulking Slytherin stood up to brandish an impressively large member. Hermione moaned as it began to prod her vaginal lips, but offered no other resistance, knowing her defilement was nigh. As the crown passed through her vice-like opening, she shuddered, each tremble increasing in intensity as the shaft invaded and stretched her vice-like hole. Finally completely within her depths, Goyle looked down to his partner's haggard face and smiled.

While Miss Granger had no maidenhead to impede his process, she had been a virgin up until the massive phallus had bottomed out next to her womb. Most of the Gryffindor girls had some way to tame their sexual frustrations -- most notably Lavender Brown's recent crusade to cheer Firenze up by staying after class and offering her loins to him.

Padma and Pavarti Patil were also well-known for sharing the same bed when no boys were available to satisfy them. And, of course, there was Ginny always offering her flesh up to older boys. Hermione, however, was far too involved with her schoolwork and constant mystery-solving with Harry and Ron to acquire a relationship. As a direct result, she was by far the most frequent masturbator in the entire house. Between lessons, she would sneak up to her room and climb under the covers before rubbing herself to orgasmic glory.

Her showers in the Tower's basement were always late in the morning, when there was more privacy to give her intimate parts special attention. Because of the incalculable intrusions her fingers had made into the wet recess between her legs, (sometimes clutching a warm, vibrating wand) the bushy-haired teenager had long since eroded away the symbol of her chastity. Goyle had absolutely no idea of this, however, and

began pumping his frazzled mate with near-exhaustive vigor. Trying to **** his unwelcome penis out with her vaginal muscles only served to increase the sensations, and eventually Hermione simply fell limp, moaning each time her cervix was brushed by the bulbous head. Her eyes fluttered closed to slits, and mind was nearly at the point of unconsciousness to sit out the ravaging of her body when she was rudely jerked back to cognizance by a sudden pressure on her butt. "Oh, God... don't!" she yelped loudly, but far too late. Her cry of surprise served only to notify the room's other members that Crabbe was about to help himself to her rear passage.