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He felt himself release his load inside of Myrtle and, his brain clotted with ecstasy, he thought hazily for a second that he actually could feel her burning body weighted on top of his.

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The sensation between us was extremely powerful, and I know that I orgasmed. How the hell did he get here? No, he should have been mindful of where he was going. He was getting sweaty and his heart had been beating quickly for some time. No doubt he told a few people.

A lack of attention was dangerous, or at least confounding, in the halls and along the stairs of Hogwarts. Harry laughed a little too. He could, surprisingly, feel a strange heat from where her groin sat upon his, or at least gave the appearance of such a connection. Every time he reached his head he felt that familiar knot tighten and a little burst of kinetic pleasure. Harry knew that seventeen was the age of sexual pique for most teenage boys, but he had no idea what that meant until now that he actually experienced it.

It strained and made his pants tight, and he fumbled in his pockets to straighten it out and keep it inconspicuous. And Harry was beginning to feel the same.

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The product of his lust dripped down in great quantities around his inner thighs, white drops of it speckling his lower belly. It really was an itch, something deep and hot under the skin, and it pricked up every time he saw a girl remotely attractive, most especially Hermione. He reached for the roll and tore off a big clump.

Myrtle ed him, clearly enjoying the double meaning her name now held, at least with Harry. Before he could comment though, Myrtle knowingly floated up over his body and remained levitating above him, her body straight and parallel with his. He lifted his member up, pointing it at the ceiling. He was beginning to really like Myrtle. Harry quickly came back to his ragged beating. Finally, eyes slammed shut, Harry released and let the boiling pleasure of his climax blossom out from his waste.

Moaning myrtle nude continued to moan. The second he climaxed, though, he heard that familiar cackling and the toilet seats in the stalls around him began to clatter. Damn stairs. Harry gave his own big grin. Harry finally opened his eyes and saw Myrtle lying down, her torso on his, her head resting on his shoulder, panting and letting out little whimpers of pleasure. For weeks he was paranoid that Malfoy knew, but his evil smirks were no different than usual. I masturbated enough when I was alive to recognize that feeling. Her dark Asian eyes were absolutely captivating, and he loved the little expressions her cheeks and mouth toyed with.

Thank goodness his baggy shirt and robes did a descent job of hiding such unseemly bulges.

Why was today so bad? The sight brought him close to orgasm several times but he staved off to keep watching Myrtle, whose motions were growing more fevered. This time Myrtle was rocking on top of him, her hips intersecting with his and she continued to moan. He could easily crank out a quick one, especially with the fire already nestled in his lower belly from his unruly thoughts and run in with Cho.

Ah, the blissful curse of a mind unreadable--well, for the most part. His body was trembling again and he was thrusting his hips up into Myrtle who yelped out in pleasure every time he did, her eyes squinted closed and back arched.

Harry turned to scan the hall around him and found it sufficiently empty. Myrtle nodded. As his mind cleared from the afterglow, Harry sat up and looked down at his spent and now flaccid penis. Definitely Choa of times. The thought was short-lived though as he was overtaken by the intense pleasure of the experience.

He lost count of the times he fantasized about her bare breasts and white thighs lying over him as he pulled on his organ. Harry began to stroke his penis, lifting its hardness a little off from his lower belly and slowly sliding his right hand up and down its shaft. He felt like he was fourteen again, where he got spontaneous erections every hour of the day and without any real reason. Moaning myrtle nude faced down, looking into his face, her own features slightly colored and pleasantly tired, and they both shared a supremely blissful and satisfied expression.

Myrtle, he noticed, was fully dressed again, looking almost as if nothing happened. Their bodies, one corporeal the other not, remained rigid and stiff for a moment. Her head came back up to look at Harry full again. She floated silently by him as he cleaned himself up. Inevitably though he sought out other girls in his mind; it really just depended on his mood.

Such genuine feelings, though, were quickly replaced with more lascivious ones as he continued walking and began imagining her naked. Jolting out of their post-coital reverie, Harry started for the door and Myrtle floated alongside him. One time, during a particularly quite hour, Harry snuck into a bathroom stall and was going at it with full confidence that he was alone. Somehow, it sounded more authentic this time.

I am neither gaining profit nor assuming credit for these characters. Or perhaps he now had one. In the end, Peeves ruined a good feeling, and that made Harry antsy. Before he could reach down for the toilet paper on the ground, Myrtle had brought it up to the sheets. Harry was horny again.

It was seeing Cho that probably did it this time, and thinking of her. Harry smiled.

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The emotion and character he would apply in his mind was exciting for a time, but in the end Moaning myrtle nude was simply a sexy naked female body with a different face gyrating under him or going down on him or, well, whatever the mood brought. That noise is startling enough as it is, resounding and amplifying off those tile bathroom walls, but it was humiliating that Peeves found him out.

He thought for moment that he felt the cool smoothness of her lips. Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are exclusively owned by and are a copyright of J. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and Warner Brothers. Harry looked up from his thoughts, and there was Cho! She held books against her chest and was walking with a girl Harry knew in passing. Harry grew wide-eyed, but he grinned. The hidden door opened once more due to some ministration that Myrtle dealt with within the wall. This was maddening! Really good. You know, like at Death Day parties. Then she sighed. How treacherous the male body could be!

Once satisfied with the job, Harry got up and dressed. Harry looked up and realized he was standing in front of one of the abandoned bathrooms on the second floor. She seemed almost entranced by the idea.

Harry was making his way slowly up the shifting stairs toward the Gryffindor tower now.