***
“Time to up the ante, eh?” he announced suddenly, voice proud and
meretricious enough to tear everyone’s attention away from the
debaucherous pair. Turning to his two goons, he halted for only a
moment to silently chastise himself for selecting clods so easily
distracted. “You two can break in the mudbood…”
Hermione had previously been complacent, but now the threat of
losing her purity flared up her most vile mood yet. “If you even think
about it…” she warned, trying instinctively to fetch a wand from her
robes. Goyle was too quick, however, pinning the limber student before
she could even remember that their weapons had already been
confiscated.
“Like I said…” Draco continued coolly, cupping the twin
protrusions in her robe while she turned away in disgust. “Show her a
good time, because *I* certainly won’t get that close to a half-breed.”
And, before Hermione could even get a word in edgewise, Goyle took
advantage of his boss’ liberty. Pinning his stunned hostage to the
wall, he opened wide and planted a very wet and messy kiss on her lips.
She attempted to fight back one last time, but Crabbe was already
nuzzling up from behind, his nose inhaling the scent off the nape of
her neck even as his thick hands began to caress her buttocks.
Realizing the bitter air of defeat, she gave herself up completely.
Draco watched the events unfolding with cautious interest, making
sure Ron was really too numb with arousal to make a move while he saw
to getting his own rocks off. In the short time it took him to cross
Dumbledore’s former office, his two cronies tore open and lowered
Hermione’s robes to the cold ground, leaving her clad in naught but an
irresistibly demure set of white undergarments.
Millicent allowed herself to step back for a moment, looking on at
her red-haired hostage with amusement. Just as he was about to slunk
down to the floor to console his anguish with the sight of his crush
getting violated in every hole, she whipped her wand out and planted it
painfully in his chest.
“Don’t think about trying any heroics…” she snapped coldly,
hiding behind a vaguely apprehensive smile. “We’re both going to watch
her get shagged, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
The elder Weasley stared back at her, dumbfounded until a growing
sensation of heat began to form in his crotch. He didn’t really think
she would dare to use any type of charm on Little Ron, but couldn’t
very well risk it, either. “Poor Hermione…” he mused silently.
***
“You’ll do nicely.” Draco announced as he came closer to Luna, who
had not even thought of escape since her warder had ambled off to
ravish another. And even though her time to participate was drawing
near, the dotty girl appeared to be more interested in Ginny’s swaying
body than anything else.
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed at being so ignored, so he brought his mouth
right to her ear. “I’m going to rail you so hard you won’t be able to
walk back up to Ravenclaw tower for a week!” he whispered delightfully,
drawing back to watch her expression.
“Okay…” Luna replied dreamily, at last turning attention to her
soon-to-be partner. Without even waiting for an invitation, she untied
her vestments and allowed them to drop, making clear she was one of the
few Hogwarts females who did not feel the need for an additional layer
of clothing over bare skin. The smarmy Slytherin was momentarily taken
aback by the display of such delightful features, and stood stupefied
long enough to fully take in her beauty.
Luna Lovegood was very attractively thin, and had obviously been
hiding a truly breathtaking body under her strange mannerisms. Her
apple-sized breasts were a bit larger than Ginny’s, but still unable to
compare with the way Hermione had filled out starting in third year.
However, the intoxicating manner in which her dirty-blonde hair
cascaded down in front framed each mound in an elegant golden flourish.
Down below, her vestal opening was just as amazing. The yellow
flower was neatly trimmed, leaving a mere tuft of fur above the
clitoris with the rest of her dainty furrow completely bare. A small
amount of wetness between her labia accented the scene, hinting that
while its addled master had not been paying attention to the erotic
setting, she was yet unconsciously responding to it.
“Here goes, then…” Draco broke in, addressing himself more so
than his nude mate as he rapidly undressed. Within a few seconds, his
cock had sprang out, looking rather menacing compared to Luna’s tiny
slit just a few centimeters away.
“Sure!” Luna said blithely, raiding a leg up in a dazzling display
of agility. “I can’t wait to see how it feels!”
Malfoy could only swoon at the thought of being her first
experience. Holding her leg graciously, he grabbed the wall and paused
only to let a wicked smile cross his face before shoving his dick
inside her moist tunnel.
The spry sorceress let out a small gasp of astonishment as her
cherry was taken, but nothing more while he slid in all the way to the
hilt. Instead, she focused not on the slight pain, but on the much more
pressing need of assimilating as much information on this forbidden act
as possible. Emboldened, she placed her hands atop Draco’s shoulders,
trying to push back against his thrusts in reciprocation.
“Daddy said I’d be sure to get a boyfriend if I dressed like
that…” Luna quipped aloud, smiling as her nipples began to harden
from the rapid contact with her lover’s chest.
Malfoy said nothing as he continued to fuck her frail form,
overwhelmed by the sensation of his member being enveloped in such
exquisite silk. He already knew he’d chosen the best pick of the lot,
and there would be *much* more to do once he was satisfied.
***
“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 force 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. Hermione clenched her
sphincter tight, but was no match for the intruding brute. With an
exasperated grunt, she felt a second thick rod virtually split her
behind in two, sliding far inside her bowels.
***
Neville had wanted to bed Ginny Weasley ever since she had first
sidled up to his house’s table four years ago. That he had not only
been able to hold out so long for his first time, but also that she
still retained such a remarkably tight tunnel greatly surprised the
klutzy boy. All the same, he was not in any condition to hold out
forever, and the sight of his friend getting double-tapped just a short
distance away was too much to resist.
“Oh, man, Ginny…” he groaned, boldly giving not a whit of warning
that her slit was about to be inundated with creamy spunk. She had long
since stopped complaining about what was going on, and actually seemed
to be enjoying it somewhat now. Her skin was glistening with a fresh
coat of sweat even in such a damp setting, and the tiny nubs capping
her boobs were flushed and hard. Neville could almost swear her hips
were beginning to roll with him in time with each wheezing pant as her
nether opening opened and closed to welcome his pulsating erection.
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