Author's Note: Hey guys! So, for those of you who decided to re-read the last chapter, you may have noticed the update that I put at the top. And those of you who have read that will probably be wondering why there is a new chapter given I stated I was taking a break from this story. Well, the truth is… I changed my mind. Kinda.

Instead of putting this story completely on the back-burner, I've decided that I'm going to continue working on it at a slower pace. I'm essentially developing system where there will be three stories on rotation, and I will work at my own leisure. Hopefully there will be a new chapter for a one of those stories each and every week.

I had planned on simply finishing up this chapter because it was half-way done, but I essentially started to feel that spark once more and started to really enjoy writing it. And as such, I've decided to stick with it a while longer and continue at a slower and more moderate pace. As such, the update I posted on the previous chapter will be deleted and expect plenty more salacious HP smut from me.

A few other things. My blogger is back up and running. Link below. I have a twitter in which I will keep people updated on story progression and be retweeting a bunch of fakes that I enjoy with some delicious captions. There will also be a bunch of other stuff over there. I've also started up on Archive of Our Own. Links for all three of these will be in the final Author's Note. Now, enjoy some more salacious HP fun.

Chapter 9: Gagging At The Gloryhole

The return to Hogwarts was both a boon and a curse. Umbridge made her influence increasingly known, always testing the waters with what she was able to get away with. It made it incredibly frustrating for students who simply wanted to get along with their studies and maintain their ability to relieve their more intimate desires with their close trusted friends. Her shaming of Romilda Vane had travelled all across the school, giving Fred and George a run for their money as they did their best to ensure that measured use of the products was safe, an area that Hermione helped with, writing out labelled warnings for some of their transgressive products. However, it became increasingly apparent that attempts to get away with sex in some of the more open spaces of Hogwarts was going to be difficult. Where most teachers would turn their heads if they stumbled upon some less than knowledgeable students, Umbridge followed the supposed rules to the letter; much to everyone's dismay. There did remain a bastion for the students in that of the gloryhole. Whether she didn't know about it or found it difficult to target, the gloryhole became even more popular amongst students following the start of the year. It was common for almost every cubicle in the space to be occupied, with people having to tactfully enter and leave to maintain their anonymity.

Due to the continued pressure from Umbridge, Hermione had found herself struggling with her own body. Her duties as a Prefect made an incredibly full schedule even fuller and it seemed no matter what she did, she could never find time to be alone with someone to get her frustrations out. Even Ron, her boyfriend and her partner as a Prefect, wasn't available as often as she would have wanted. And when they found themselves able to have sex, it only compounded the issues the two of them were having. It was always the same sex. Of course, Hermione thought about spicing it up, but the moment she did that, she was presently reminded that they only had about ten minutes for a quickie and if they tool some time to lavish one another in some new exotic act, they would only end up blue balling each other until their next time. It placed even more strain on their relationship, which was going well in every other regard. Spending more time together as Prefects, gave them that perfect fresh relationship feeling. That honeymoon period of romantic passion in each other's company. Yet, that amazing feeling only led to further disappointment in the bedroom when Hermione was reminded of the stale state of their more ravenous tendencies. And she knew it wasn't Ron's fault. It was a compounding of various other factors that only served exacerbate the problem. She thought about bringing it up, the idea of talking about sex candidly with Ron made her fear that he would blame himself for her dissatisfaction, when it was her. She was just as guilty of falling into a mould when it came to sex. But she just didn't know how to break out of it and it felt like every part of her life was only serving to tighten that mould and grip on her. In the end, after days of frustration and contemplation, Hermione needed to break out of it. She admittedly felt a little bad for not going to Ron when she had the time, but she wasn't ready to tackle the issue head on. As selfish as It was.

Instead, she turned to the trust and quiet reliability of the school Gloryhole. That gloryhole was perhaps one of the more erotic and kinkier things she had partaken in. When she thought back to last year, the highlights of her time were often spent in one of the small cubicles. Perhaps that was the perverse secret to rekindling her more sexually adventurous side with Ron. Or, at the very least, she would get an orgasm out of it. Something she desperately needed. After dinner, she made her way quickly upstairs, knowing that the majority of people were eating. This meant she would definitely be able to get herself a cubicle. As she slipped past the tapestry and along the thin corridor, she panicked at the fact she had made no attempt to hide her identity. Breathing softly, she rushed into the room, glancing around hurriedly. At the centre of the room was a large nine by nine set of stalls, crafted from polished and varnished wooden panels. Pristine and glimmering. Above each of the doors into the eight available cubicles was floating ball of light, with green and light orbs floating outside different stalls. On the side facing the entrance, the centre door and left cubicle both had green orbs, indicating that there were people inside, whilst the rest were all empty. Making her way around to the right-hand side, she chose the cubicle in the centre, quickly entering and closing the door behind her.

The inside was lined with marble tiles, giving the whole room a clean and pristine feel. A small wooden perch was fitted into the wall, perfectly in line with the two circular holes either side of the cubicle. Breathing deeply and calmly, Hermione felt a sense of ease. Dropping her bag, she wasted no time in undoing her tie and shirt, dropping both items to the floor. Unfastening her bra, she squeezed each of breasts, letting them adjust to being exposed completely. Slipping unceremoniously out of her panties and skirt, she dropped them both into the pile, her thick cock beginning to harden as a result of the perverse surroundings she was in. Sitting down onto the seat, she reclining biting her lip as she began to stroke her cock back and forth, tugging gently on her length. As she waited patiently for someone to arrive, she couldn't help but think. Had her mother visited a gloryhole? The revelation of her mother's more promiscuous nature had begun to kindle these thoughts in her. As much as Hermione didn't want to admit it, the time with her mother undoubtedly stood in stark contrast to that with Ron. Her mother was exciting and thrilling, perverse and kinky. But of course, she was older and had explored so many sexual avenues that made her a perfect partner for Hermione. In part, Hermione hoped that by expanding her sexual horizons, she could be what her mother was to her, to Ron. That she could bring them both into a new realm of sexual discovery. At least, that's what was going through her mind as she stroked her cock in eagerness to see what she would be doing that evening.

It took a while, with her cock nearly dripping with pre-cum by the time anyone came to either of the cubicles at her side. Eventually, however, the right-hand cubicle was pulled open and someone stepped inside. She knew it was a faux pas, but she couldn't help but glance through the hole, keen to see who she had next to her. Of course, she couldn't see anything other than the dark black robes that students were so often wearing. Continuing to watch, Hermione saw the delicately tended to fingernails of a woman. Her hands were slim and feminine, with her nails almost manicured. Biting her lip, she watched the fastenings of the woman getting steadily undone, her robes dropping to the ground. From where she was sat, Hermione could see up to the woman's stomach. To her surprise, the woman had a tight-fitting sports bra on, and concealing her cock was an equally taut pair of athletic boxer shorts, cut to the size that women's boxers often were. Delighted at the change in underwear from the usual frilly panties, Hermione marvelled and relished the woman's physique. She was muscular. Incredibly muscular. The pronounced defined lines of her abs were carved from stone, with her legs and forearms bulging with muscle. As she pulled her sports bra away, Hermione could see the very bottom of her breasts, taking note of their pert handful shape. Assuming it to be someone on a Quidditch Team, Hermione lost herself in the fantasy of wondering who it was, only to get a major clue to moment that the woman dropped her boxers. Using a concealment spell, she was able to hide the significant bulge, revealing her sizable cock the moment the underwear was dropped. Flopping downwards, her cock was crowned by a distinctive patch of silvery hair, neatly trimmed and shaven into a small tuft. Hermione's eyes widened, recognising that silvery colour and figuring out which Quidditch Player it was. Or rather that it wasn't a player, but rather the Referee herself. Before she could say anything, Madam Hooch called out from the other side.

"Do you want first or second?" Madam Hooch asked succinctly, awaiting Hermione's answer. The enchantments on the cubicles were unique in that they promoted a sense equality in the sharing or pleasure. As soon as one person pushes their cock through the hole, the two people occupying the cubicles are bound by an unspoken contract. The doors on the cubicle lock until both participants have orgasmed, meaning that there was no way for someone to get their fill and leave someone else high and dry. It was required to reciprocate any pleasure provided. Realising what Madam Hooch was inquiring about, Hermione pondered. Her cock was throbbing, almost to the point of discomfort. She had been waiting a while and was in dire need of some actual physical pleasure. As such, she took the gracious offer and chose to go first.

"First. If you don't mind," Hermione smiled, rising to her feet and pressing herself against the wall. Easing her cock through the small hole, it adjusted to fit her size, expanding so that her balls easily pushed into the cubicle as well, providing unrequited access to her anatomy. The gloryhole was quite adaptive when it came to pleasure, adjusting for different needs and uses. The number of enchantments was immense and the intricacy of how they all operate in tandem with one another was enough to boggle the mind. Hermione couldn't help but commend Aphrodomina for her dedication to the cause of pleasure. Without further comment, Madam Hooch dropped down to her knees, admiring Hermione's length. Rolanda Hooch was perpetual surprised by the size of people at Hogwarts. Whilst she couldn't attest to this being a teacher's cock, it didn't give her a fair bit of perverse satisfaction knowing that the students of Hogwarts were just a virile as she was. Reaching up with her hands, she immediately noted the slickness of Hermione's cock, feeling a twinge of guilt that the girl had been waiting that long. Then again, the two people that were already in the gloryhole would have been an easy choice for a quick fill. Softly pumping her hands back and forth across the girl's cock, Rolanda let out a hoarse and satisfying moan. The satisfying draw of a hardened cock; it was always enough to make her own thick length shiver. Smearing her pre-cum even more across her cock, Rolanda allowed the sumptuous musk of her heavenly cock to draw her closer, her lips shimmering with saliva as she ran her tongue along them.

Instantly, Hermione was in a realm of pleasure all her own. The soft and gentle caress of Madam Hooch's hands was as firm as it was pleasurable. She had such a delicious way of stroking cock. Her hands twisted as she drew them downwards, applying more pressure than Hermione was used to. Chocking it up to Hooch's propensity for broomsticks, Hermione pondered if an experienced flyer always had such a firm and precise grip. Her thoughts were quickly silenced into moans as Rolanda leant forwards and clasped her lips around the first half of Hermione's tip. Sucking inwards, Hooch savoured the taste of pre-cum splashing directly onto her tongue, her lips becoming coated in the glossy shimmer of Hermione's arousal. Breathing deeply, she worked her lips further forwards, clasping them tightly in place, suckling gently as she did so. Moving slowly, methodically and with a distinctly salacious rhythm, she shifted her lips back along the small portion of Hermione's cock, taking herself right back to the very tip, her lips barely wrapped around her cock at all, only to plunge forwards, taking a tiny bit more of her cock with each lunge of her lips. It was such a teasing blowjob, always on the cusp of the intensity that Hermione was used to. She could feel that Hooch was stopping herself from going to far. Always holding back of taking the entire cock down her throat. Knowing that she had that ability but wasn't using it, became utter torture to her. Moans dripped from Hermione's lips as she wished she could push her hands through the wall and drive her cock into Madam Hooch's throat. In truth, that feeling was why Rolanda adored the gloryhole. Completely having control of a cock, being able to coax and tease it, master its shape and rhythm; all of that was the joy of it. It was a sport to her. A sport she became increasingly good at, always to the ultimatum of an explosive end.

Slowly, her lips rolled across the half-way mark of Hermione's cock, Madam Hooch's throat tightening almost at will, clutching tightly around the thick shaft of the young girl's length. Not a single hint of a gag or splutter shuddered through Rolanda's throat as she remained temperate in her movements, continuously working her lips at the same steady rhythm. It got to the point that Hermione had memorised her pace. Memorised the movement of her mouth. She knew exactly when Madam Hooch's lips would roll over and encompass another inch of her cock. That knowledge only served to make things more frustrating as that inch in question began to itch in anticipation, eager for the woman to take it into a realm of pleasure. Between her own thighs, Rolanda's cock pulsated and thrummed, pre-cum beading at the tip and beginning to roll along her shaft. The mystique of the unknown cock was what drove Rolanda's intensity. She had always found the school gloryhole to be a massively perverse activity; a place where her position as teacher melted away. It didn't matter who she was when she was confined in this cubicle. Her face and body were reduced to three simple things: her mouth, her cock, and her asshole. Nothing else came into question. No other features on her toned body mattered. It perverse and simply anonymity. She was reduced to just a collection of holes, ready to please and be pleasured. That separation of raw sex and personality was what got her going. There was no exchange of personable passion. No subtle details of intimacy. Just cock and cum. A simple biological process achieved through anonymous through the wall fucking. In Rolanda's mind, there was nothing quite like it. Even a blindfold lacked that same reduction of meaning as a hole in a wall.

Her arousal got the better of her as she slurped more of the faceless cock down, her hand dropping to the pair of balls swinging beneath the meaty shaft. Lightly squeezing them, Rolanda abandoned her plans of slow methodical sucking and simply worked her lips down to the base of Hermione's cock, pushing as far and as firmly as possible. The pressure she applied to Hermione's base was powerful, with Rolanda able to squeeze that little bit more of the girl's cock down her gullet, her tongue stretching out and lapping casually at the heavy balls that she was squeezing. Hermione could have only imagined how utterly ravenous for cock Madam Hooch must have appeared, with her lips stretched and tongue reaching out in desperation for more of her length. The mere fantasy of those piercing yellow eyes looking hungrily up at her was enough to make Hermione shudder as she clung lustfully to the wall, her breasts spilling out over the marbled tiles. Pulling her lips back, Rolanda gave Hermione a long and salacious blowjob, with her lips constantly pulling back to her cock-head, before working all the way back down to her base. The pace was slow enough that Hermione could feel every silky inch carving into her gullet, driving deep into her throat. The moment her balls smacked against Rolanda's chin, with the older woman stopping to let her tongue try and roam her balls, seemingly trying to swallow her sack in tandem with her cock. Pulling back, she took that same tantalising pace as she worked her lips back along her cock, keeping her entire length a moderate glossy shine, ensuring that whilst her blowjob was slick, it was not unkempt and sloppy. Precision was her focus, and Hermione felt that intent with each and every movement.

It didn't take long for Rolanda's experience to outweigh Hermione's desire to cum. Each long and delicious plunge of Madam Hooch's cock managed to elicit such intense feelings of pleasure, with the constant rhythm working wonders for pushing Hermione over the edge. The fact that the woman seemed to absolutely adore guzzling down the cock in front of her only served to make Hermione more engaged in each deep plunge of her talented lips. It took only a few moments longer for Hermione's balls to begin to tighten, her cock spasming wildly with one final plunge of Rolanda's lips. Burying Hermione's cock deep in her throat, Rolanda felt the all too familiar splash of cum pouring out into her stomach, the woman taking a breath through her nose as she drew her lips backwards, allowing each subsequent spurt of cum to trickle down her throat, with the last remnants of the mysterious load being directly deposited onto her tongue. Tasting that all too familiar taste, she savoured it for a moment before swallowing, setting every last droplet of cum sink into her stomach. Bouncing her lips along the cock one last time, Madam Hooch ensured that she had in fact been milked dry, with the last dribbles of cum being washed away. Confident that the girl was softening in her mouth, Rolanda plucked her lips happily from the length, leaning back to admire the precision of her handiwork. A softened cock with a thin glimmer of saliva. Drained and satisfied. Hermione was most certainly satisfied. She lingered a moment longer than necessary before staggering back, sliding her cock out of the hole and leaving it empty and need of filling. With her job done, it was time for Rolanda's reward.

Rising to her feet, Rolanda wasted no time in proudly sliding her cock through the hole, pressing her body as tightly against the wall as possible. Closing her eyes as her cock slipped into place, she waited for that first salacious touch. Hermione took a moment to compose herself before glancing down at the thick cock that had appeared through the gloryhole. Biting her lip at its bulging, pulsating size, she could help but hesitate as she reached out to touch it, flexing her fingers as she curled them into place around the cock's base. She couldn't hear any of the hoarse breathing from the other side of the wall, with the cock plugging the only means for her to communicate. With a perverse smile, she dropped down to her knees, lifting the thick cock with both her hands, watching the weight of the length cause it want to flop downwards. Leaning forwards, she planted her lips firmly against the exposed tip of Madam Hooch's cock, softly kissing the sensitive flesh. Her tongue flicked out, curling across the bulbous head, licking away the thin shimmer of pre-cum that coated the dark pink flesh. More pre-cum was quick to seep out, prompting Hermione to part her lips and welcome the bulbous tip into her mouth, hollowing her lips as she gently suckled on the throbbing head. Moaning softly at the taste, she continued to caress and stroke the thick length, pumping her hands back and forth to her own rhythm, working more and more pre-cum from the depths of Rolanda's balls, allowing it to spill onto her tongue and elicit deeper groans of satisfying pleasure. The hum of her satisfaction droned through Madam Hooch's cock, making for an even more enjoyable blowjob.

The pre-cum was her main driving force. Even when she pushed her lips a little further along her cock, she would always pull swiftly back in order to taste that renewed splash of pre-cum. It poured onto her tongue, sending Hermione ravenous, with the taste acting as a perverse aphrodisiac, sending her through peals of her own satisfying pleasure. Rolanda was pleasantly surprised to say the least. Whilst she was hardly a connoisseur of the oral talents amongst the student body of Hogwarts, she had savoured a fair few trips to the gloryhole. Most of those experiences were enjoyable, but were largely carried forwards by the satisfaction of the anonymity as opposed to the person's talent when it came to sucking cock. Most were too eager or to lax. Very few had the dexterity to please a more mature cock that was dulled to the beginning pleasures that so often captured the hearts of teenagers. But Hermione felt a cut above the typical. Instead of rigidly bobbing her head back and forth, she allowed her tongue to work in tandem with her hands, ensuring that there was a constant consuming pleasure coursing through the entirety of Rolanda's cock. Moaning softly In response, Rolanda began to imagine whom it might be on the other side. She never rested on a conclusion, always fluttering onto the next random face, constantly satisfied by the possibility that it could be any of them. A perverse musing crossed her mind as she debated it being none other than Umbridge on the other-side. Whilst she found the woman unbearable, the notion of her partaking in a quick blowjob at the gloryhole would give her some semblance of humanity behind that twisted smile and judgemental stare. Swiftly brushing past that idea, Rolanda simply savoured the possibility of it being anyone, her mind taking that as perverse conformation as to why the gloryhole was a truly wonderous place.

Hermione was steadily busying herself, bouncing her lips over the first half of Rolanda's cock, swapping her rhythm between steady, quick bobs of her lips, to slower more methodical ones as she made a point of lapping at the engorged tip of the Quidditch Coach's tip. It wasn't much of a surprise when Hermione began to feel her cock hardening between her thighs, the arousal of gorging herself on a nice fat and juicy cock, always serving to make her moan. Saliva began to drizzle along Rolanda's cock as Hermione took the opposite approach of completely forgoing any attempt to maintain a nice clean blowjob. Part of the joy was always hearing that sloppy slurp as she worked her lips up and down, feeling the saliva lathering across each inch, layering again and again until it breached the seal of her lips and began to roll along her chin. Her hand continued to pump religiously across Madam Hooch's cock, taking that spittle and using it as sticky lubricant to make for an even more enjoyable experience. Her other hand was cradling the older woman's balls, lightly squeezing and toying with them as she worked to coax out the pent up load in the teacher's balls. She could tell from a simple squeeze that she had been saving up for a fair while. The idea of teacher's forgoing orgasms for weeks only to then unload them onto an unsuspecting student in the gloryhole was of infinite gratification to Hermione. Alongside the sultry fact that she was pleasuring one of her teachers. Her lips were wrapped around a woman who had absent-mindedly judged her Quidditch skills for years. It was such a satisfying thought to know that the two of them would look at one another without ever knowing the true extent to what they had done to each other. At least, Hermione would be able to know. Madam Hooch would remain oblivious to the fact that it was the bookish fifth year that had impaled her throat on her cock in the quiet confines of the gloryhole. That perverse thought leant a completely new meaning the concept of a teacher's pet.

So consumed by the blowjob she was providing, Hermione didn't notice that the cubicle behind her had slowly been pulled open, with another anonymous figure stepping into the space. Unaware of the woman in the next cubicle over, Hermione continued to work Rolanda's cock, slurping happily at her own pace. Frankly, she relished the feeling of cock pumping into her throat to such an extent that she silently admitted she'd rather enjoy doing this for an entire evening. A year ago, the notion of spending more time than was necessary in the gloryhole was a little disturbing, however, today, she had a perverse urge to simply wait for more people to filter into each of the cubicle to her side, taking the place of the cock she was currently working on. It was a kinky idea and not one she planned on exploring full that evening. Of course, she didn't have a choice as to whether or not she called it quits after satiating Madam Hooch as behind her, the new mysterious presence dropped their robes to the ground, peeled aside a pair of intricate white panties and eased their own cock through the hole in the wall, sealing the silent magical contract between her and Hermione. Continuing to slurp hungrily at Madam Hooch's cock, Hermione quickly began to discover the woman's insane stamina. Harry, Ron or Ginny would have cum twice over had she been working their cocks, yet Madam Hooch remained thick and virulent, her cock rock hard despite constant pleasure. Rolanda was content to allow Hermione to work her cock for a while longer. Since it wasn't often that she allowed a student to tend to her needs, she found it a suitable opportunity to just relax and enjoy it, allowing Hermione to put the effort in to get her reward. Plucking her lips from Rolanda's cock, Hermione took a deep breath, lifting her hand from her balls to her cock, jerking her length wildly as she caught her breath.

Throwing her bushy hair over her shoulder, something caught her gaze in the corner of her eye. Turning around behind her, she almost gasped as she saw the second cock piercing the wall. It took her a moment to realise that there was a second cubicle, her eyes widening at the rather modestly sized cock. It was a little shorter than Madam Hooch's, but put into perspective just how thin the Quidditch coach's cock was. Or rather, just how fat the new length was. A smirk curled across Hermione's lips as she twisted to the side, looking back and forth between the two cocks with a proud look on her face. It was a perversely arousing set-up. One cock in one hand, a second in the other. It wasn't the first time she had been in a position like this as Harry and Ron were happy to oblige her occasional hunger for additional satisfaction. However, this was the first time she had two complete stranger's cocks in her hands at once. She couldn't help but grin idiotically, to the point that she was glad there were walls separating the three of them. Adjusting her position so that she could better jerk their cocks off, she felt herself become overwhelmed as to where to put herself. Rolanda's cock was shimmering nicely, yet the new mysterious person's shaft was completely untouched. Surely, she owed it to the newcomer to get them caught up. Or was she obligated to finish what she started with Rolanda. It was a strange situation to say the least. Eventually, she decided she needed a taste of the new cock, twisting herself slightly so that she could lean forwards and welcome the fatter, juicier cock into her supple, well-stretched lips. However, Hermione knew little of what stretched really meant.

As she wrapped her lips around the head of the stranger's cock, Hermione felt her jaw ache slightly. It was deceptively thicker than she anticipated, with her tongue getting quickly pressed against the base of her mouth, flattened in place and unable to move in the slightest. Letting out a groan of pleasure, Hermione did her best to slide her lips downwards, taking it nice and slow. Even if she had wanted to slam it into her throat, the thickness required a more measured and tempered approach. Letting her saliva lubricate the length, she eased her lips further and further down, getting it into position against the back of her throat. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she swallowed, accepting it into her gullet. For the first time in a long while, she felt the instinctual urge to gag. Her throat tightened and convulsed, spasming around the thick length as she caused spittle to drip along the veined length. Startled by her sudden inexperience flaring up, Hermione pulled back, dragging her lips across the first couple inches, her hand working along the rest of the length, jerking her off as best she could. Her other hand worked Rolanda's cock steadily, yet she could feel Madam Hooch thrusting into her palm, desperate to feel the delicious quiver of more pleasure. Having downgraded her perverse pleasure from a scintillating student blowjob to a meagre handjob, she was less than thrilled as Hermione became more occupied with suckling on the other newer cock, relaxing her handjob to an even more casual tug. Before long, Hermione was forced to pull her lips away from the new cock, taking a deep breath as her hand ran up to the head of the mysterious cock, smearing spittle across her hand as she composed herself. The new and perverse thickness was something that she found intensely alluring. She hadn't had a thickness like that in a long time. Her mind wandered back to Apolline Delacour, yet even that salacious blonde had a more modest width to her mammoth, perfect cock. That allure made Hermione almost desperate to fit more in her mouth, which made the present reminder that Madam Hooch was also waiting for another bout of oral a more annoying reality. That feeling of perverse elation at having two cocks to suck quickly reversed to a mild annoyance. Annoyance that was quickly fixed.

Hermione's cock had begun to throb once more, desperate for more pleasure. As such, the obvious solution became increasingly apparent. Letting go of the thicker cock, Hermione stood up and turned to face the mysterious cock. Bending over at the waist, she lifted on leg onto the small seat she had been sitting on and pressed her ass back towards Rolanda's cock. Angling it upwards, Hermione fiddled a little with it, struggling to get it into the perfect position. As soon as Madam Hooch felt the tight puckered nature of Hermione's ass, she stopped any pleasure hungry movements and simply allowed the girl to do as she pleased, knowing all too well how rare it was for a gloryhole participant to allow her to fuck their ass. Either the mysterious person on the other side wasn't comfortable with having anal sex with a stranger or they found her size too off putting. Regardless, Madam Hooch waited with eager anticipation for that building pressure to be relieved in the most delicious of ways. Slowly, the head of her fat cock probed Hermione's tight hole, reminding Hermione of just how long it had been since she had had anything inside her ass. Eventually, she found that perfect angle, the head slipping steadily inside of her, stretching her hole. Wincing, Hermione found herself surprised by that. That ache. She remembered how last year she was able to take cock after cock without so much as a thought. Yet… Here she was, gagging and spluttering as she sucked on one cock and wincing painfully as she took another in her ass. Pausing a moment, she wondered… This desire to rekindle the sexual passion in Ron and her's sex life. Was… Was it simpler than her getting kinkier? After all, their repetitive positions in bed were a result of two people. It was never Ron's insistence that she topped him.

Before she could follow that line of thinking any further, she felt Madam Hooch's cock slip a little further inside of her, breaking her haze and returning her to the very real situation in which she had two cocks to please. Breathing deeply, she inched herself backwards, taking more of Rolanda's cock into her ass, being thankful of the messy sloppy job she had been doing before. Moaning loudly, she felt her prostate getting steadily sandwiched by the thickness of the cock, that bead of pleasurable heaven being steadily milked by each encroaching inch of her lengthy cock. It took a few minutes, with a couple stops to adjust, but soon enough, she felt the cold marble press against her rounded ass cheeks, and the last inch of Rolanda's cock sink inside of her ass. It was a delicious experience to say the least, with her cock humming with pleasure, pouring pre-cum along her shaft as she grunted in pleasurable satisfaction. She dropped a hand to her cock, jerking herself off as she let pre-cum spill down her palms. Moans filled the small cubicle, with one hand working her cock and the other working the stranger's in front of her. The fact that she was so intensely involved in the pleasure, speared between two lengthy shafts, gave Hermione that thrill she desired. That salacious perverseness. That scintillating newness that brought about an intense and overwhelming sense of personal pleasure. Yet… It was still lacking. It wasn't the same as the first time she and Ron fucked. Or when her mother sucked her cock. It wasn't even close. That intimate passion was lacking in a tight cubicle. Her eyes opened and she had nothing but the pale creaminess of her own flesh to drive her raging libido.

Again, she had to shake herself free of the thoughts. Now was no time to lose herself In such a train of loosely related thoughts. She had planned to bounce her arse back onto Madam Hooch's cock but struggled to find the angle to get a nice rhythmic bounce. Fortunately for her, Rolanda was more conscious of the tight space and began to slowly draw her hips backwards, easing her cock out of Hermione's tight ass, letting inch after inch leave the sumptuous confines of her puckered hole. She had a good sense of how much cock she had left In Hermione and made sure never to sully the beat of their fuck by allowing her cock to slip out. She was also conscious of the fact that this could either be a promiscuous well fucked student or a furtive beginner, testing the waters of their anal abilities. And as such, with no moans to gauge her pace, aired on the side of caution, lightly working her cock back and forth, rhythmically driving herself deeper her into the clutching confines of a nice. Just as much as Rolanda adored the anonymity of the gloryhole, she quickly began to walk back on her outright devotion to the perverse suggestiveness of the activity. She could feel a slight bounce to her thrusts, her balls gently smacking against the mysterious student's body. Just as her mind lost itself amidst fantasies of who it could be, Rolanda now devoted her thoughts towards what kind of shapely rear could be pushed against the wall. How was it bouncing and jiggling as a result to her thrusts. That ripple effect was Rolanda's favourite part of a good ass and whilst she had no way of knowing if the girl she was fucking had pert, tight shaped cheeks or fat juicy curves, she silently wished that she could tell, just so she could know if she was missing out on the heavenly clap of plump, pliable bum cheeks.

Relishing the slow and steady rhythm, Hermione couldn't have asked for a better pace. It gave her the right levels of pleasure, building it enough that she could feel it rushing through her body and eliciting moans, but not so intense that it completely and utterly claimed her thoughts and rendered her ability to suck the cock in front of her as best she could. Returning her lips to the cock in front of her, she found the new spit-roast angle to be both a detriment and a benefit. It made her neck ache, but it definitely gave a better angle for cock to carve into her throat. Pushing herself forwards, she tied the movement of her lips along the stranger's cock to the straightening out of her back as opposed to pushing downwards with her head, meaning that she was able to better push herself to new limits. Propping her hands up on the wall in front of her, she allowed her moans to ripple along the rigid flesh plugging her mouth, swallowing deeply as it pushed towards the back of her throat. It easily slipped inside, causing her to gag and splutter suddenly as the new angle gave her a glimpse back towards her days of inexperience. Smirking with a mouthful of cock, she pushed forwards, breathing through her nose and keeping calm. The pleasure building in her core, tightening in her balls as it shuddered through her length was a welcome distraction to the bulging mass in her gullet, however, she found that as she focussed more on the pleasure, her ability to keep her breathing in check lapsed, causing her to gag and splutter wildly, coughing and choking on the cock in front of her, only to bring herself back into a calmer state, allowing her to continue working her lips along the cock. It couldn't be understated just how much she adored the feeling of being speared between two cocks in the gloryhole. Physically and in a perverse sense, she was satiated beyond a doubt. Yet, she carved that intimate and carnal passion that came from sex. That raw emotion between two people. Maybe that was it. Sex had become less of an embrace of emotion and rather a lust pursuit of desires. Once more, her thoughts clouded her judgement and she turned her focus back to the task at hand.

She was about halfway along the cock in front of her, with the cock behind her steadily thrusting into her ass. Her lips were stilled pulled taut around the cock, meaning that there was no way in hell that she would be bouncing her throat happily along the cock. Even if she tried, it would be a slow and stunted process of her dragging her lips along the meaty cock, trying to speed up as her mouth wiped away the saliva that would allow for a slick and sloppy blowjob. Unable to tell if the mysterious woman was being satisfied, Hermione simply continued with her work, taking the half of her cock that she was able to with ease. Slurping back and forth, she did what she could to wriggle her tongue back and forth, managing to find a little lee-way and give that allowed her to lap and lick at the pulsating flesh. The distinct throb was enough to muster up constant moans of satisfaction from Hermione; ones that were paired with the cock carving easily through her ass. That initial ache had been melted away by the constant waves of pleasure, meaning that only pure intense pleasure was twisting in her body, with her prostate becoming a resonant beacon that sent waves of pleasure bouncing along Hermione's cock. Her hand had become drenched in pre-cum as it gave up jerking herself of and simply wrapped itself around her length, holding her cock almost as a sense of steady support as she was impaled at both ends of her plump, supple body.

Suddenly, Hermione felt a sharp ceasing of pleasure. The driving thrusts carving into her ass ground to a halt and for a moment, the brunette was oblivious as to why. Until she felt that warm spray pumping into her ass. Several thick spurts of cum poured into her depths, seemingly spurting to no end. That pent-up load that Madam Hooch had been saving up was suddenly emptied deep into Hermione. The stopped pleasure came back for a brief moment as the woman's cum flooded over her prostate, bathing that sensitive bead in the warm embrace of her sticky load. Several moments passed until Hooch pulled her hips back, letting her cock slip out of Hermione's ass and giving the girl a feeling of satisfaction from bring a cock to orgasm. Slumping down onto her knees, Hermione didn't care about the cum leaking down her thighs, simply letting her ass dribble the substance as she drew her lips back along the mysterious cock. Popping it out of her mouth, she focussed her hands on working the length as she glanced behind herself and watched as Madam Hooch swiftly dressed herself, swathing her body in a thick cloak before departing, satiated and having fulfilled her unspoken contract with Hermione Granger. A little disappointed that her perverse sense of satisfaction at having two cocks was gone, Hermione turned back, keen to focus on the one remaining cock. She had to coax it to orgasm of she would be sincerely disappointed.

Before she could bring it back into her mouth, Hermione felt the cock slip out of her hands, pulling back through the hole in the wall. Her heart sank as she wondered if she had disappointed the owner of the cock, yet as she peered through the hole, her arousal became all the more intense. She could see that the woman on the other side was most definitely not a student. There was a thick and untamed bush of dark grey hair above her cock and as she turned around, she showed that her ass lacked the pristine grace of that of the youth. It was a little sagging, but still had that juicy plumpness of a good ass. Hermione eyes widened as she realised, she had been sucking the cock of another teacher, however, before she could figure out who, she was bestowed a delightful sight. The teacher's ass pushed back against the wall, thrusting up against the hole and presenting a tight hole for Hermione to fuck. As much as she wanted to put her oral work to the test, she was more than happy to savour in the delight of fucking one of her teacher's in the ass. Who it was remained a mystery, but Hermione was more than thrilled to find out. She had thought to reach for her notebook and discover who the latest addition to her list of previous partners was but realised it would be futile given neither of them had orgasmed. As such, she was content to simply thrust into an anonymous ass, relishing the knowledge that it could be any of her older teachers. The thought alone made her cock quiver in excitement.

Spitting onto her cock, Hermione was quick to work it into her length, adding to the thin layer that Rolanda had given her. Moaning softly as she guided the tip of her cock through the hole, Hermione nestled the very tip up against her tight, puckered entrance. Slowly, she eased her way inside, feeling the woman's ass melt away with the slightest amount of pressure. The woman was incredibly loose. So much so that it took Hermione by surprise. However, before she knew it, her crotch was pressed firmly against the wall, her breasts squashed up against the marble tiles, her entire cock worked inside of the rear end of the mysterious teacher. Before she could start thrusting, Hermione had the wonderful delight of being able to be passive in their fuck session, simply keeping her cock in place as the teacher bounced her ass back and forth, immediately working up to a surprisingly swift tempo. There was an ever so slight shudder to the wall as each impact resonated through the thin partition, giving Hermione goose-bumps as she imagined one of her teacher's fervently ramming her ass back onto her cock, properly impaling herself with hungry desire. The pace was so unbecoming of the air respect Hermione had for her teacher's, to the extent that she could figure out which teacher would be so ravenous with their anal desires to properly hammer their ass back onto her cock. However, it didn't take long for Hermione to become completely enthralled in the rhythmic pleasure of the loose arse plunging itself down along her cock. It was quite the drastic change from people like Ron, who whilst relatively loose, still had a pronounced tightness around their cock. To the extent that it felt like a completely different experience. Hugging the wall, she felt her hot breath washing over the tiles, the cubicle she was In becoming progressively steamier with each plunge of her cock. Biting her lip, Hermione closed her eyes, focusing on the pleasure, that feeling of the woman's puckered ring rolling along her entire cock. It was so infatuating. To the point that Hermione was desperate to know who it was. To be able to complete her mental picture of the luscious teacher.

As the pace increased, the wall bouncing and rattling somewhat, Hermione felt a strange desire building in her. Well, it was a desire that lingered after Madam Hooch's cock left her ass. After having such a pleasant length inside of her ass, Hermione found herself longing to feel that satisfaction once again. To have another cock in her ass. After forgoing anal pleasure for such a time, it felt difficult to simply abandon it after it had consumed her rear end only moments before. Given that she was passively taking part in fucking the mysterious teacher's ass, she found herself able to reach a hand behind herself. Sinking her fingers between her plump ass cheeks, she pried them apart, allowing her to curl two digits against her puckered hole. Biting her lip, she began to apprehensively test the waters. After being fucked in the ass reminded her of her tightness, she was cautious to take it slowly, tentatively easing the tips of her fingers into her ass. The two fingers easily dipped inside, with her ass stretching to accommodate the slender additions. Feeling her asshole stretch once more, but to a lesser extent, gave her a shiver of exciting pleasure, allowing her a moment to savour it. Where Madam Hooch had been a scintillating experience of rising intensity, the slow addition of her fingers felt as if she was testing the waters once more, slowly working her digits back inside a hole that she hadn't touched for a fair while. That initial burst of pleasure became enough to encourage her fingers even deeper, eliciting further moans as the feeling of her ass being filled began to compliment that of her cock being consistently enveloped by the well-used, well-trained asshole on the other side of the wall.

"Oh… Its Hermione Granger? It's been a while since we've seen each other," a voice murmured behind her, causing Hermione to gasp loudly, instinctively pulling her fingers out of her ass. She did move to pull her cock back, but despite the teacher's looseness, she had the strange pull that prevented her from simply plucking her cock from its place and ended up keeping her buried within. Glancing over her shoulder, Hermione sighed in frustration as she saw the rounded ethereal glasses of Moaning Myrtle, the ghost stifling a giggle as she watched Hermione cling hungrily to the wall of the cubicle.

"Go away, Myrtle! Just… Go away…" Hermione snapped, breathing heavily as she fought her desire for pleasure and her desire to avoid being voyeuristically watched by a perverted ghost. In the end, that of pleasure won out and she remained pinned against the wall, savouring the mysterious teacher's asshole.

"Why? Are we suddenly self-conscious? I find that hard to believe given how often you have sex in public places," Myrtle commented, peering over Hermione's shoulders at the plump sprawl of her breasts, the pliable pink flesh spilling out over the marble surface, her harden nipples being sunk back into her tender flesh.

"Are you stalking me or something?" Hermione breathed, becoming unnerved by the possibility that her most intimate moments had been shared by the ghost. In truth, that was always something she was conscious of. The ghosts had a way of accidentally stumbling on things, which made it very difficult to have private moments. Hermione had been fortunate to avoid such awkward situations. Up until now.

"No. I just like to wander. I see lots of things. Lots of naughty things. The castle is full of naughty secrets. But you know that don't you?" Myrtle smirked, pulling away as Hermione's eyes rolled closed once more. Moving out of Hermione's view, Myrtle began to pull her clothing off, unfastening her robes and letting the drop to the floor, exposing her nubile chest and her small, hardened cock, perpetually in a state of arousal due to the unfortunate timing of her tragic death. Dropping a hand to herself, she casually stroked her ghostly, ethereal cock, particularly enjoying Hermione's juicy ass bouncing behind her.

"What do you want then?" Hermione breathed, hoping to placate the ghost and get back to savouring the current situation. Unfortunately for her, Myrtle seemed to be ambling through what she actually wanted, wasting time as she relished the nude body of the busty brunette.

"Oh, nothing really. I was just curious about this place. I was wondering if I could get away with using it… But people would still know I'm a ghost," Myrtle pondered, wondering if someone would happily suck her cock if she were to push it through the hole. The magic spheres outside the rooms didn't seem to apply to her, so there would be no obligation to do so, but it would be nice if people were amenable to the idea of gorging themselves on ghost cock.

"Okay… Can you leave me alone?" Hermione asked, hoping that for once Myrtle would concede immediately and simply leave. Unfortunately for Hermione, Myrtle had different ideas. As pre-cum began to gleam across the ghost's cock, she shifted forwards, adoring the plump juiciness of Hermione's ass. It just begged to be spanked and slapped and groped and pulled. This was one of the moments in which Myrtle felt genuinely annoyed that she was a ghost. It was like having the most tantalising, mouth-watering snack in front of her, yet she had no mouth with which to eat it. It was torture.

"I could… Or…" Myrtle began, trailing of her words before Hermione could glance around and figure out what she was doing. Myrtle suddenly thrust forwards, her hips carrying her through the air as her cock speared into Hermione's body, thrusting straight through her ass cheeks and avoiding her asshole entirely. The angle Myrtle was at, alongside the curve of her cock and angle of Hermione's entrance meant that actually piercing her hole would be an incredibly difficult feat. And as such, she simply plunged it inside of Hermione, content that the warm feeling of passing through a living person would be pleasure enough. And for Myrtle, it was. Letting out a loud, pronounced wail of pleasure, her usual piercing tone being layered and interlaced with the quivering pleasure that sex could provide. Hermione's eyes widened as she realised what had just happened. It was such a sudden and bizarre situation that the feeling she felt didn't immediately scream to her that she had just been penetrated by a cock. Looking behind her and seeing Myrtle's body pressed against hers gave her all the realisation she needed, with her lips stretching in surprise, the brunette practically screaming.

"Myrtle!" she bellowed, frozen in place by the suddenness of it. Before she could even move, Myrtle began to shift her thin, pinched hips back and forth, working her cock in and out of Hermione's body, finding a delectable rhythm that balanced pace and her desire to feel that clutching warmth running through her body. Hermione's body was suddenly filled with shivers as the ghost's cock thrust through her body, running in the perfect place to grind up against her prostate. Having that tight nest of sensitivity completely enveloped by the chilling grasp of a ghost gave her an intense rush of pleasure. It was that rush, when combined with the warm embrace of the teacher, that made for an absolutely divine pleasure. A pleasure that overrode any desire Hermione had to get as far away from Myrtle as possible. She may have despised the girl for not asking first, but she could deny the satisfaction that came from that single plunge into her body. It was such a contrast to what she was usually used to. A rocking shift in and out of extreme cold and extreme warmth. She was used to sex being hot and passionate, ending with sweat gleamed bodies and steamy breath, yet the pleasure was the complete opposite of that. There was also that strange sensation of the girls' cock thrusting through her flesh, getting to her prostate without even touching her asshole. It isolated the pleasure of a good ass fuck and removed it completely from any semblance or quiver of pain, reducing it right down to its purest and most orgasmic form. It was safe to say, Hermione had become utterly consumed by the pleasure, with her orgasm sensitive cock ultimately bringing her crashing suddenly and firmly into her orgasm. As much as she fought to remain hard, straining to continue to relish the two contrasting pleasures that she was pinned between, she found it impossible to do, with her body betraying her mind and forcing her to succumb to the intensity of a bliss ridden orgasm.

Despite having cum once before, Hermione still had plenty of cum to spare. The moment she felt it building in her balls, she moaned loudly, letting it spill out and into the mysterious teacher's ass. As soon as the first splash flooded into the woman's hole, she stopped, with her ass suddenly tightening and convulsing around Hermione's length. Either she had been waiting for Hermione to cum, or the teacher found such perverse excitement in having a student cum inside her that that prompted her to unload inside of her. Moaning deeply, Hermione allowed the spasming asshole and Myrtle's cock to milk her dry, with her prostate pulsating and throbbing within her. She could feel that sensitive spot inside her incredibly acutely. It was like Myrtle's cock accentuated her ability to feel the intricacies of that sweet spot, allowing for a wave of pleasure to crash over her new and consuming ways. Her balls were swiftly drained and Hermione felt the teacher slowly pull her ass forwards, unsheathing Hermione's length, allowing her to grow progressively softer with each second. Staggering backwards, Hermione stepped through Myrtle, experiencing that common feeling of a ghost passing through her, but only now realising how titillating a feeling that could be, especially as her softened cock was enveloped in the ethereal haze of Myrtle's body. Slumping onto the floor, Hermione, took a moment to catch her breath as Myrtle ducked to the side to avoid being spotted by the teacher. A part of Hermione wanted to clamber over and peer through the hole to figure out who it was, but she realised she didn't need to bother. Reaching to her jeans pocket, she withdrew the notebook she acquired in the last year. Flipping to the page she entered her name on, she read through the wealth of information that the notebook magically acquired pertaining to her sexual desires and attributes. The length of her cock, her cup size, her kinks and most intimate desires. Finally, she arrived at the list of past sexual partners. Two new additions found themselves on the list. Rolanda Hooch and Poppy Pomfrey. It was Madam Pomfrey on the other side. Hermione didn't even consider it could be the school nurse. That made her cock quiver a little bit.

"If you're done lounging about, I've got something I'm supposed to show you," Myrtle snapped angrily, sinking back towards the door of the cubicle, her head turned in frustration, making an exaggerated stand against Hermione's sudden orgasm.

"I thought you said you didn't have a reason to come here," Hermione countered, rising to her feet and grabbing her underwear. As she moved to pull them on, Myrtle lunged at her, her ethereal face getting within mere inches of Hermione's, causing her to drop the panties she had been readying.

"Well, I thought we had a moment, but you seem too selfish to even help me cum! Don't bother with your clothes, it's not far!" she shrieked, before disappearing out of the doorway. Startled, Hermione reached for the handle, peeling it open just enough to see if anyone was out there. Myrtle had disappeared straight ahead, slipping past what appeared to be a new pathway through the wall ahead. It was subtle and difficult to notice due to how the tiles were layered, creating a strange optical illusion. Curious, Hermione ducked out of the cubicle and raced across the small open space, stepping inside the small space and coming face to face with an ornate wooden cabinet. Thin winding strips of metal created an incredibly intricate and elaborate design, with the doorway inside meeting at one of the corners. It was familiar, yet unfamiliar all the same.

"What is this?" Hermione asked, laying a hand on the door handle, feeling a distinct warmth emanating from the metal handle. She could have sworn that she had read about it in a book, yet never actually having seen it in real life, "I've never seen anything like this before."

"This another of Mistress Aphrodomina's additions to the school," Myrtle said dutifully, her reverence for Mistress Aphrodomina being incredibly noticeable in the polite and well-mannered way she referred to the woman. It took Hermione by surprise at first, thinking that Aphrodomina was a little bit of a recluse, however, ghosts tended to be familiar and close with other ghosts.

"You know Aphrodomina?" Hermione asked, pulling open the door of the cabinet and seeing a strange sight. It appeared almost like a gloryhole cubicle, with one side of the wall being occupied by a large oval shape, allowing someone to push their ass through, whilst opposite that was a smaller circular hole.

"Yes. Unlike you, she actually respects my sexual acumen and doesn't leave me blue balled!" Myrtle screeched, ducking inside the cabinet, seething at Hermione as she folded her arms and scoffed. Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at the girl.

"But what is it?" Hermione asked, curious as to how it worked. Especially given how both the holes didn't go all the way through the actual wall. There were no spaces carved out on the exterior of the cabinet and a thin magical haze seemed to be placed behind each of the holes.

"It's a modified Vanishing Cabinet. Mistress Aphrodomina wants it back up for use," Myrtle begrudgingly informed, pulling herself out of the cabinet and allowing Hermione a better look. Hermione's eyes widened at the thought, knowing exactly what a Vanishing Cabinet was. Or at least how a Vanishing Cabinet with holes for someone to prostrate themselves through would work.

"A Vanishing Cabinet? Where is the partner one? I'm not entirely sure about sticking my ass into this without knowing," Hermione asked, assuming that the intention was for her to be the first one to actually use the strange device. The thought of complete strangers using her was a little unnerving. She could deal with those amongst the Hogwarts student body being able to have a go, but complete and utter unknowns sent shivers through her.

"Mistress Aphrodomina had a great deal of support in the wider Wizarding community. So much so that a group of followers created a coven in France. Her most devoted followers engaged in orgies and displays of sexual delight for her amusement and pleasure," Myrtle chirped off, proudly repeating the history she had memorised.

"But Aphrodomina's time was years ago? Hundreds of years ago. Are they still active?" Hermione asked, knowing that Aphrodomina died at least two hundred years ago, meaning that her coven likely dwindled as a result.

"Not as widespread as before, but there are a few who follow the ways of our Mistress," Myrtle explained, before beginning to repeat the orders she was given to Hermione, "Mistress Aphrodomina wishes to make it known that her presence is not entirely diminished, and that her loyal followers will be rewarded. And her chosen emissary, you are to use the cabinet and make her will known."

"Emissary? Oh… How she asked me to find the Items? The artefacts? Right… Erm… I'm still not convinced," Hermione breathed, taking a look inside the actual cabinet. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to Myrtle hoping for a way out, only to get her typical reaction.

"Fine! I told her I could do it, but she said the world doesn't find ghosts as sexy as fat juicy pink girls!" Myrtle screamed, before speeding off through the wall, abandoning the ethereal remnants of her clothing in the gloryhole cubicle, and leaving Hermione to her own thoughts.

Taking a moment to think, Hermione pondered whether it was worth it. She admired and even had some modicum of sexual attraction towards Aphrodomina, yet the thought of acting on her part by presenting her ass for strangers to use felt… unpleasant. However, her mind went back to a singular fact. Aphrodomina knew that she had her notebook. She knew that she had an additional artefact of hers yet didn't reveal that information to anyone. That sort of gesture was beyond generous. To the extent that Hermione felt somewhat compelled to at least do as Aphrodomina bid in order to preserve her access to her most prized possession. Taking a step inside the cabinet, Hermione felt it swing shut behind her, with several candles seemingly appearing from nowhere, filling the room with the scent of honey-blossom. Conceding, Hermione turned around and pushed her ass towards the hole in the wall, letting it slip inside of the oval space. As her rear end breached the magical wall, she was suddenly sucked backwards, her feet being lifted of the ground as her ass was sucked into the wall. It felt like hot water was crashing down over her ass cheeks for several seconds, before a gentle warm breeze replaced it. Struggling in place, Hermione found herself unable to pull her body out of the hole, with the spell seemingly pinning her place. Grunting and groaning, she ultimately stopped, slumping forwards, dejectedly. That was until she felt a hand press against her ass cheeks.

Suddenly, it all became very real. There was someone on the other end of the spell. Someone she had no way of knowing who it was. It could have been Voldemort for all she was aware. Those gentle, tender hands spread her ass cheeks apart, drizzling spittle and saliva down onto her asshole. Wriggling even more, Hermione fought to free herself as she felt the bulbous tip of a throbbing cock-head nestle itself against her puckered hole. Filled with more vigour and fight, Hermione slumped forwards, knowing that there was nothing to be done, the moment that fat, overwhelmingly thick cock pushed inside her. It flooded her with an ache. That similar ache she felt when Rolanda pierced her. Yet, it was fraught with the fact that whoever was fucking her lacked the measured temperament of the teacher. Instead, the stranger thrust themselves forwards, hammering their crotch into Hermione's ass, pumping themselves back and forth. Their momentous cock carved through her body repeatedly, stretching and gaping her in ways she couldn't fathom. Her lips fell limply apart as she slumped forwards in her crumpled position, her asshole being religiously fucked at a blistering pace. Unable to think straight, Hermione found herself feeling more and more helpless as time went on, her ass being driven into to the point she could feel the rippling of flesh surging through her body. Before Hermione subjected herself completely and utterly to her fate, she called out helplessly in dire hope that someone would find her, "Help! Please! Someone help me!"

Her words fell only on her. Or at least, she thought that was the case. A minute passed, her words trailing off as she repeated them again and again. However, hope momentarily surged as she watched the door of the cabinet fling itself open, her embarrassing predicament and suggestive position being looked upon by someone she definitely didn't expect to see on the other side of the door. None other than the familiar freckled face of her boyfriend.

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed that. As previously mentioned, this story will be operating at a reduced rate. It will no longer be once a week and will instead be every 2-3 weeks. If not a little longer. I never want to feel like I'm writing out of obligation as opposed to genuine enjoyment for what I'm creating. I like writing smut, but there is nothing worse than writing smut and not feeling it. It just drains you.

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