The Room of Requirement had been used for almost every conceivable purpose over the centuries. But it was probably used for lovers' trysts more than for anything else. The professors tolerated it; it took a certain level of skill and maturity even to get into the Room, and the feeling was that if students had advanced that far, they would find a place to get together, regardless of what the staff did. Indeed, many of the professors themselves had had their first experiences with the opposite sex in this same room, and so there was no thought of suppressing it. The only rule was that the students should not be seen to enter it. Provided this unofficial guideline was observed, students could do as they pleased. Of course, they took their chances leaving the Room late at night. If caught out of the dormitory late after hours, they'd face the usual detentions and loss of house points. With practiced skill, Hermione and Marietta found their way into the room in a matter of a few seconds. The last time they'd been there, the Room had arranged itself in the form of a cozy study. This time, it was of course a bedroom. The bed was a typical Hogwart's four-poster, with satin sheets, a surfeit of pillows, and curtains all around (quite unnecessary of course; there was no one in the room but the two of them). A fireplace burned cheerfully and in front of it was a large leather couch and a coffee table. Against the wall was a small kitchenette. Hermione set the champagne down on the coffee table, and with a wave of her wand, conjured up a pair of wineglasses. Another wave, and the bottle became chilled. She passed the bottle to her friend. "You do the honours, Marietta." Her friend obliged her, and under her strong hands the cork shot out with a satisfyingly loud bang. They giggled as the wine started overflowing, reminding them both of their experiences with the opposite sex, and they caught as much as they could in their glasses. It was a 1.5 litre bottle, so there was plenty to spare. "To us," said Marietta, raising her glass. Hermione too raised her glass, blushing as she did so. She downed her glass quickly. "Pour me another," said Hermione, and Marietta obliged. The two of them relaxed on the couch, at opposite ends, Marietta's feet reaching past Hermione's waist. They chatted for a while, talking about school, their fellow students, what they'd do when they'd finished at Hogwarts. Hermione slowly finished her second glass of champagne. Hermione was not a big girl - about 5'5" tall, and not more than 115 pounds. The champagne was already having an influence on her, and her speech had become slightly slurred. "So tell me more about Viktor," said Marietta. Hermione asked, "What would you like to know?" "From what you said under the Veritaserum, you had a wonderful time with him your first night together. But it couldn't have ended there." "No, it sure didn't!" replied Hermione. "We were lovers after that, meeting as often as we could. I didn't know about the Room of Requirement then, so it could be pretty tough finding a place to meet. In fact, we often did it outdoors." "Must have been awfully cold!" observed Marietta. "Not too bad," replied Hermione. "We used some charms to keep us warm, plus of course we were pretty active outside, and that helped us keep out the cold." Marietta laughed. "Yes, I'll bet. Once you became an item, was it as good as the first time?" "Sometimes yes, sometimes no, but it was always very, very good. Viktor is a wonderful lover. So strong and so gentle at the same time." Marietta had deliberately got Hermione onto this topic. She hoped that memories of her time with Viktor would help get Hermione in the right mood. While Hermione was talking about how she'd managed to see Viktor a few times during the summer, Marietta got up to inspect the cupboards of the kitchenette. "Aha!" she exclaimed. As she'd hoped, there were various snacks there - it had been some hours since dinner, and she was getting rather hungry. She returned to the couch with various nuts and potato chips - all salty foods of course, so that after Hermione begun munching away, she was soon thirsty and in no time was starting her fourth glass of champagne. Hermione was continuing to rattle on, unaware that Marietta wasn't listening very closely. She had wandered over to the bed, to inspect the small cabinet to one side. She opened the door, and was pleasantly surprised to find a small but interesting collection of sex toys, pornography, lubricants and massage oil. She returned to the couch with the massage oil and sat down, and put Hermione's feet in her lap. Marietta poured some of the oil into her hands, warming it, and then began to massage Hermione's feet. "Ohhh that's really very good Marietta..." enthused Hermione. Marietta prided herself on her foot massages. She and Luna spent a lot of time pampering each other with foot rubs. She pressed both of her thumbs hard into one of Hermione's heels, and then making a fist, began to grind her hand into the sole. She went back and forth from each foot, tugging at the toes, and kneading the Achilles' tendon. Hermione was flat on her back, eyes closed, making little moaning noises from time to time. "I've never had a real massage before," murmured Hermione. She couldn't believe how strong Marietta's hands were. Viktor had never done this to her, and she had not known how pleasurable a good foot massage can be. "I think you're feet are just about done," said Marietta. "Time for your back." Hermione started to turn over. "No, Hermione, there's not enough room here. Let's move to the bed." Without thinking twice, Hermione complied. She was feeling very relaxed from the combined effect of the wine, the massage, the heat of the fire, the husky sound of Marietta's deep alto voice. Once on the bed, Hermione lay down, her head placed over her folded hands. Marietta knelt beside her, and then after coating her hands in a generous helping of massage oil, placed them under Hermione's pyjamas, and started to rub her back. She worked her way expertly up the spine, stopping to squeeze the neck, then slipped her fingers onto Hermione's scalp. "Marietta, that's soooo goood..." Hermione was loving the massage. She gasped as Marietta gently tugged at her ears, then rubbed her temples. Hermione felt like she was melting under her friend's hands. Marietta began to work on Hermione's shoulder blades, and then moved to her shoulders. "Your top is too tight for me to reach in," said Marietta. "Let's get those arms out of the sleeves." Hermione lay limp as Marietta raised one arm, and pulled the sleeve away, and then the other. Hermione was now topless, but her breasts were unexposed, and she continued to lie relaxed under her friend's expert touch. Marietta resumed the shoulder massage, and then began to work her way down again, now concentrating on Hermione's lower back. To her surprise, Hermione could feel her feet tingling and getting warm as the base of her spine yielded to the pressure of Marietta's skilled hands. She let out another gasp when suddenly Marietta let one hand run up Hermione's back, the gentlest of touches, and then back down again, only to resume the same heavy pressure on the lower back. Adding more oil, Marietta began to use both forearms, pressing down with her body weight and moving her arms in opposite directions, stretching Hermione beneath her. Marietta took hold of the waistband of Hermione's pyjama bottoms. "Lift your hips an inch," she said, and when her friend obliged, she gently lowered the bottoms, so that Hermione's buttocks were exposed. A few splashes of oil later, and Hermione's beautiful ass was getting the same treatment her back had moments earlier. Hermione had never had a bum massage before, and was surprised at how sore her muscles felt, and yet how pleasurable the sensation was. She lay motionless as the powerful pair of hands worked lower and lower, and soon all of both cheeks were being given the same beautiful treatment. The massage just went on and on. She hoped it would never stop. "I'm going to do your neck again now, Hermione, but with you lying on your back - you'll really like this, so let me help you turn over." She gently put her hand under Hermione's shoulder and the gentle pressure she exerted was all that was needed to encourage Hermione turn over onto her back. Marietta placed a hand under Hermione's neck, gently squeezing the muscles. Hermione luxuriated in this latest sensation, and was oblivious to the fact that her breasts were now fully visible to her friend. Marietta was not disappointed at what she saw. Hermione's breasts were as she'd expected, a full 36C, and her nipples were a beautiful deep brown, even darker than Luna's, and were much larger in diameter, and very puffy as well. Marietta hadn't known that nipples could be that way. She found their appearance very appealing, but she managed to stay away from them at first, and continued the gentle massage. She now started working on Hermione's face, kneading the temples and jaw, and then running her fingers along the scalp. Marietta continued to work on Hermione's face and neck with one hand, and let her other slide lower, tracing a line down between her friend's breasts to her belly button, and then slowly back up again, her hand barely making contact with Hermione's skin. The light touch contrasted wonderfully with the firm massage of her neck, and Hermione felt a new sensation building within her. Marietta could sense this too, observing Hermione's nipples stiffen despite the warmth of the room. The time seemed right to escalate things a bit. A hiss escaped Hermione as she felt a fingernail barely make contact with one of her nipples. It could have been an accident. It was a few minutes before she felt the same thing happen again, this time to her other nipple, and when she felt the touch of Marietta's hand, she arched her back, raising her breasts to try to maintain the contact longer. At some point during all this beautiful massaging and touching, Hermione's pyjamas bottoms were removed, but Hermione was only barely conscious of this occurrence. Marietta took another generous helping of massage oil in her hands, and began to work on Hermione's upper body, rubbing the oil in, reveling in the sight. She loved seeing Luna coated in oil, and it was no different with Hermione. She avoided massaging Hermione's nipples for now, and allowed herself to only briefly touch her friend's breasts. She took her time, and now started to work on Hermione's hands, pressing her thumbs firmly into each palm, gently tugging on the fingers, and then running her fingertips gently along Hermione's inner arms, down to the armpits, and then back up. Hermione lay completely passive, content to enjoy the wonderful sensations that were washing over her. She was letting Marietta dominate her completely, and when she felt gentle pressure on the insides of her thighs, she slowly drew her legs apart up, so that her feet were now on either side of her hips. Marietta knelt in between Hermione's legs, and resumed the gentle feather-like touching of Hermione's inner arms. Hermione could feel the softness of the Marietta's beautiful red hair, which had tumbled over her torso as Marietta bent lower to reach as high as she could on Hermione's arms stretched out beyond her head. Marietta reversed direction, letting her fingers gently touch Hermione's neck, and then track between her breasts, stopping only just above Hermione's pubic hair, and then again she started to go back up. This time as Marietta moved up Hermione's body, she stopped at the neck, and gently began to nibble on an ear. Hermione pulled her head back, exposing her throat, and was rewarded when she felt Marietta's hot mouth begin to tongue and kiss her neck, her forehead her ears, her lips! Oh yes her lips... The kiss was far more sensual, far more sexual than anything else they'd done that evening. Up until this point, Hermione could pretend that what they'd done so far was merely massage, or at most, some harmless fun. But the kiss was unequivocally an act of lovemaking, and for Hermione it represented to her that she'd crossed a line of some kind. She had been very apprehensive about making love with another girl, and doubted that Marietta could bring her anything like the pleasure that her Viktor had. But now Marietta's red, red lips were on hers, and of its own volition Hermione's mouth opened as she returned her friend's kiss. There was no turning back for Hermione - there never had been. She surrendered herself to the unbelievably beautiful woman who was making love to her with incredible skill. Now Marietta was stretched out flat on top of her friend, resting on her elbow, her hands holding Hermione's face, Hermione's legs on either side of her. As they began to kiss passionately, Hermione found herself wrapping her legs around Marietta, as the two girls pushed themselves against each other, and as Hermione felt Marietta's vagina rub against her own, she felt her mouth penetrated by Marietta's tongue, and soon their tongues too were embracing each other. After kissing for a very long time, Marietta slowly drew her head back, and the two girls looked into each other's eyes. Then Marietta straightened herself, and sitting up straight, slowly pulled her pyjama tops over her body, and Hermione was treated for the second time to the sight of the young redhead's perfect body. "They look beautiful from underneath, too!" Hermione thought, staring up at her friend, but the breasts disappeared from view as Marietta bent down to resume their kiss - or so Hermione thought. But instead, Marietta went straight for Hermione's nipples, taking one in her hand and the other in her mouth. She began to lick, nibble and suckle, first one nipple and then the other, kneading, pulling, twirling Hermione until she was tossing her head from side to side. "Marietta, that's sooo goood Marietta what you're doing..." The two kissed again as Marietta squeezed her breasts, causing the nipples to be stretched, and to become all the more sensitive to Marietta's tongue when it began to flick rapidly over each nipple in turn. Another gasp escaped Hermione. Marietta was positively reveling in Hermione's gorgeous puffy nipples - they were like dark berries in her mouth, ready to burst. She'd served a two-year apprenticeship with her girlfriend Luna, learning so much about how to please a woman, and now she was using all her skill on Hermione, who was overwhelmed with the sensations her friend created. She was beginning to understand why Luna liked to visit Marietta during the night hours in the dormitory. "I wish I were a Ravenclaw, or you a Gryffindor - we'd spend every night together," murmured Hermione. She felt Marietta's tongue leave her breasts, and began to work its way down her body, tonguing her belly button, and then detouring as it reached her pubic hair. Marietta began to gently kiss and lick Hermione's inner thighs, Hermione melting under her friend's touch. Marietta began to move back and forth from either side of her friend's cunt, careful to make no contact with Hermione's most sensitive regions, leaving Hermione to wait and wonder when it would start. She kept her waiting a long time, occasionally returning to her friend's breasts, then going lower again. Finally Hermione began to move her hips up towards the redhead, and when she started to push Marietta's head lower, Marietta knew it was time, and allowed her head to be maneuvered by Hermione until Marietta's tongue flicked over Hermione's small, erect bud-like clitoris, which was engorged with lust and already sticking out slightly from its protective folds. "Ohhhh Marietta yes that's it that's what I want yes take me into you..." moaned Hermione as she felt herself disappearing into the deep warmth of Marietta's mouth. She could feel her body adding its own wetness to Marietta's saliva. Marietta's technique was so different from Viktor's, yet so good. Hermione fell into the rhythm of Marietta's tongue, quickly learning what to expect next. She didn't know what was better, the light flicking of her clit, or the sensation of being sucked inside. Suddenly Marietta changed her pattern, and penetrated Hermione with her tongue. "Yessssssssss that's it you're in me yesss..." hissed Hermione. It wasn't like being fucked by Viktor - the sensation of the penetration was altogether different. She could feel her clit being directly stimulated as Marietta's tongue explored wherever it could reach past her vagina's entrance. Marietta moved her head back and forth slightly as she fucked Hermione with her tongue. This made her nose move from side to side on Hermione's clit, and the double sensation of being fucked and stimulated at the same time soon had Hermione moving her hips up and down, her head rocking from side to side. "Marietta I love you Marietta you are sooo good to me don't stop please I'm going to cum soon this is heaven oh I love you please be with me forever!" But Marietta did stop, not suddenly but instead by gradually slowing, letting her friend come down from the height she had reached, a height so near the very peak. Hermione's vaginal lips were engorged, and a bright red flush had spread over her breasts, neck and face, for she had been very close to orgasm. She wondered why her new lover had stopped short of taking her to the very finish. Without her even thinking, Hermione's hand replaced her friend's tongue and she started to masturbate herself, a habit she developed two years after Viktor had gone home with the rest of Durmstrang. She knew she'd be cumming in a minute - but suddenly her pumping hips met no resistance, only air, and the rising tide of pleasure stopped. Marietta had taken Hermione's hand, and she grabbed the other which came down to replace it. Marietta lay down again on her friend, the two girls were face to face, Hermione's hands held by Marietta. Hermione tried to escape Marietta's grasp, but it was no contest. When she'd made love with Viktor, he would laugh at how he could easily hold both of Hermione's hands in one of his, and she would be helpless to escape (which for some reason she found very stimulating). Marietta had only a small fraction of Viktor's strength, of course, but it was more than sufficient to overcome Hermione with plenty to spare. Marietta waited while Hermione kept trying to free herself, kissing her friend's ear, nuzzling at her neck until Hermione gave up. Then Marietta let go, and sat up, satisfied that Hermione would not try to pleasure herself. "Marietta, you are so cruel! You had me on the edge - I was dying for it. What are you doing?" "Don't worry, dearest. You'll be back at the edge and over it soon enough. But before I take you there, I thought it might be a good idea for you to have your turn with me." Although she was only 16 and had had few sexual partners, Marietta had an excellent intuitive understanding of the act of love making. This, combined with the knowledge she had gained of Hermione's sexuality from the truth serum session, had made her decide that before she allowed Hermione to cum, she had to first get Hermione to take an active role. She was concerned that if she let Hermione come first, her new lover would have trouble returning the favour. Hermione might emerge from her alcohol-aided lesbian lust, and perhaps be unable to perform the act of licking another woman's clitoris, without which Marietta doubted she would be able to orgasm. She wanted to keep Hermione in a state of sexual tension until then. Marietta got off Hermione, and lay down beside her, her hands in her lover's hair, her leg between Hermione's thighs. The pressure soon had Hermione going again, and Marietta knew she'd handled the situation well when Hermione kissed her passionately, careless of her own juices on Marietta's mouth. Now it was Marietta's turn to surrender her body, and she was overjoyed to feel Hermione's hands wander over her, almost shyly at first, and then with eagerness, as Hermione cupped each breast in turn. Hermione moved Marietta onto her back, and lay between her legs, her head chin on Marietta's chest. The two girls looked into each other's eyes, smiling. Hermione was fascinated by her friend's breasts, so different from her own. Hermione's breasts were full and firm, like twin mangos, with very puffed out nipples and large brown areolas that covered a lot more of her breast that was usual. Marietta's breasts were larger - if Hermione's were mangos, Marietta's melons, the nipples deep pink, almost red, the nipples smaller than Hermione's, but now getting hard and long as Hermione began to suck on each in turn. Marietta put a hand to the back of Hermione's head, admiring her friend's beauty as she suckled at Marietta's breasts. After a while, Hermione asked Marietta to move down the bed, and Marietta complied, wondering what Hermione had in mind. Hermione stepped of the bed and got back on, arranging herself so that she was above Marietta, facing her. Hermione then moved her head down to again start tonguing her friend's nipples, bringing her own breasts into range of Marietta's waiting mouth. Marietta enjoyed the sight of Hermione's breasts gently swaying, brushing across her face, and took one in each hand, and took a nipple into her mouth. Now each girl had the other's nipple, and as Hermione began to suck in and out, Marietta repeated the rhythm. When Hermione squeezed and pulled back on Marietta's breast, causing the nipple to pop out, the skin stretched, Marietta imitated this, too, and also the rapid tongue flicking, each girl loving the heightened sensation. Without any warning, Marietta suddenly felt Hermione finger at the entrance of her vagina, sliding downwards until it reached her swollen clit. Immediately Marietta pushed her hips up, squeezing herself against her friend's hand. Hermione kept the hand in place as Marietta humped her, moaning softly. This was Hermione's cue to change position again, lying down between her friend's legs. Unlike Marietta, who had teased Hermione for the longest time before finally making contact, Hermione went straight for Marietta's clit, licking as rapidly as she could. Hermione was surprised at herself. Before the lovemaking had started, she had been sure the idea of licking another girl would be disgusting. She had been completely wrong. The taste, the texture, the scent - it was perfect. Hermione knew that she was doing something that was natural for her. Madame Pomfrey's little test had been correct - Hermione did like girls. She had doubted this before, but now Hermione knew it was the absolute truth, and a wave of joy came over her. There was now a whole new world of love making open to her, another dimension of sexuality to explore. This was going to be a very fun year at Hogwart's. Hermione felt something else, too. As she buried her face in Marietta's cunt and listened to her moans of pleasure, she was conscious of a novel feeling arising in her. The act she was performing on Marietta was an act of worship, as if her friend were a goddess, and Hermione a novice in a temple, paying homage to a divine being. Tall, beautiful Marietta, the most beautiful girl in the school, admired by every boy, yet here she was, Hermione, given the privilege of pleasuring this red- haired deity. She sucked Marietta's vaginal lips into her mouth, moving her head back and forth. When she stopped, Marietta repeated thrust her cunt against Hermione's lips, clearly enjoying Hermione's efforts. "That's so good 'minee. You are a natural! Keep going!" Hermione was glad to. She resumed gently licking her friend's clit, and also inserted two fingers slowly and gently past Marietta's vaginal entrance. Marietta thrust back, easily taking what was offered. Hermione had a sudden thought, and tried inserting three fingers, which Marietta's vagina was easily able to accommodate. Hermione left her fingers inside Marietta as she continued to lick and suck on the little bundle of nerve endings at the top of the redhead's vaginal entrance. Marietta was quickly accustomed to Hermione's rhythm, and soon was pressing back, trying to force the fingers deeper into herself. Hermione curled her thumb under her four fingers, and experimented with gently introducing the tip of this combination into Marietta's cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" moaned Marietta, loving the feeling of her entrance being stretched. Hermione kept her hand vertically oriented, to match the shape of her friend's vagina, and inserted her fingers ever so slightly deeper. She had listened carefully to Marietta's account of fisting when she'd been under Veritas potion, and thanks to her perfect memory, she was repeating exactly what she'd been told. After a while, Marietta's vagina had accommodated itself to Hermione's hand, and it wasn't long before all of Hermione's knuckles slid past Marietta's entrance. She waited a minute, and then was rewarded by Marietta's deep sigh as her hand disappeared into the fiery red-head's cunt. She was wrist deep. Now Hermione made a fist, Marietta writhing underneath her as she felt the invading fingers closing. Hermione then raised her thumb slightly, moving gently around, stroking the upper wall of her friend's vagina until she found a nub of flesh with a slightly different texture from what surrounded it - Marietta's G-Spot. "Oh god Hermione what are you DOING?" shrieked Marietta. This was new to her - Luna had never stimulated her G-Spot before. She had been puzzled by Hermione's reference to it when describing her first fuck with Viktor. But she sure understood it now, and it was wonderful! "Oh good god in heaven sweet jesus whatever ever you do oh god don't you dare stop!" Marietta was in ecstasy. Trust Hermione, a neophyte at lesbian love, to teach her a trick that she and Luna had not discovered despite two years of wildly varied experimentation. But Hermione did leave off her stimulation Marietta's G-Spot, and rotated her fist back to its original position, and then slowly pulled it back, stretching her friend's vaginal entrance to its limit. At this, she lowered her head, and took her friend's clit into her mouth, while rotating her fist back and forth. "Hermione Hermione ma ch�re Hermione," moaned Marietta, reverting to her first language as she began to lose herself in sexual oblivion. Now Hermione made her hand flat, angling it upwards and to the left slightly, and began to move it in and out of Marietta's cunt rapidly, while at the licking her friend's clit all the more rapidly. The effect on Marietta was electric. "OHHHH Je t'aime, Je t'aime, Je t'aime, ma ch�re ohhhhh Je t'aime!!!" Now Marietta was completely out of control, her hips bucking up and down, forcing Hermione's hand deep into her cunt, her vaginal lips stretching to handle each thrust, and quickly shutting as Hermione's hand exited, and easily opening again as the hand shot back in, Hermione's fingers returning always to her friend's G- Spot on each down stroke. Finally Marietta reached the highest plateau, and she began to convulse as her clitoris swelled under Hermione's rapidly lapping tongue. "Ohhhh mon Dieux mon Dieux ohhhhhh god oh Hermione my love my love you are my girl Hermione ohh ohhh," moaned Marietta, as an unbelievably powerful orgasm tore through her frame, possessing her and overwhelming her with incredible force, which was heightened still further as Hermione ceased her licking, and instead sucked Marietta's clit into her mouth, letting it rub against her teeth, and then began to rapidly suck in and out, in and out as Marietta's orgasm went on and on, the juices from Marietta's cunt flowing into her friend's mouth. Finally Marietta began to come down from her high, and Hermione stopped the see-saw motion of her hand, leaving it up to the hilt inside her new lover's cunt. But while Marietta thought she was done, Hermione thought otherwise, and she began to gently but firmly push repeatedly against her friend's G-spot, and suddenly Marietta found herself experiencing pleasure once again, unlike any she had ever known. Marietta was jerking under Hermione's hand, and she no more controlled her body than she did her leg when a doctor tapped her knee to test her reflexes. Marietta was in another place altogether, where there were no witches or Muggles or men or women there was only Marietta and Hermione and Hermione's hand and the ecstasy and fingers and now a new orgasm, a different kind of orgasm, and Marietta made deep animal sounds in time to the rhythm of Hermione's fingers pressing over and over again at her G-Spot, finally crying out at the power of the release Hermione had given her, the most special she had ever known. Finally Marietta's motions slowed. Her bucking hips had raised her ass well off the bed, but now she slowly descended, Hermione's hand still wrist-deep in her, and gradually she settled onto the comforter, spent. With great tenderness Hermione ever so slowly withdrew her hand from Marietta, and gently stroked her friends legs and stomach as she watch her beautiful, full-breasted lover relax. Marietta understood for the first time what it was like truly to be fully sated by the act of love making. No man nor Luna had ever made her feel this way. She never thought she could feel this way about another girl. "Hermione, I love you. I never thought I could say this to another woman, but I love you completely. Oh god how I love you. I know you love Ron and you'll be with him and I'm not jealous but oh how I love you." Hermione lay down next to Marietta, the two exchanging a passionate kiss. When they finally broke off, Hermione admitted that she felt the same way. She felt no possessiveness over Marietta, but loved her deeply nonetheless. After a while, Marietta gently moved Hermione onto her back, and admired what she saw. Hermione had undergone a transformation over the last hour. In the infirmary earlier that day, she'd dreaded the idea of being with Marietta. Now everything was different. After watching the huge orgasms Marietta had experienced under her hands and mouth, she waited eagerly to receive the same. The tall, strong redhead was not just a sex partner to Hermione, either - a deep emotional attachment had developed, of a sort she had not thought possible. It was not like her love for Ron, but it was very similar to her love for Viktor. She felt overwhelmed as she gazed at Marietta's bountiful breasts, watching them sway as the tall redhead moved off the bed, opening the drawer of the dresser next to them. "Close your eyes, dear," said Marietta, and Hermione gladly complied. She was in servant mode again, Marietta the master to be obeyed without question. There were rustling noises she could not interpret, and when she was given permission to open her eyes, the room was in almost complete darkness. The curtains surrounding the bed had been closed. The only light from the room was one candle on the coffee table, and another on the dresser next to the bed. Marietta was sitting comfortably beside her, and even in the darkness the sensual swell of her large breasts was clearly visible. Hermione reached up, cupping a breast in her hand, her thumb stimulating the nipple into erectness. "You're so beautiful, Marietta." Hermione took a breast into her mouth, and suckled pleasantly for a while, enjoying the feeling of making her friend's nipple harden in her mouth. " You're the most beautiful girl in school. I don't think I've ever seen a girl with your looks. I think you could have any man you want. I hope you never want Ron. If there is anyone who could take him from me, it's you," admitted Hermione, writhing slightly as Marietta's hand snaked down her body, cupping her vulva and stimulating her clitoris. "What about Lavender Brown?" asked Marietta. Hermione laughed. "That little tart. I'd take him back from her, but it will be more fun to watch him dump her of his own volition, once he's tired of her." She and Marietta laughed at this. "The next time we take the Veritas together, if you ask me if I could take Ron from you, you'll learn that I don't think I could. I've seen how he looks at you, Hermione, and I know he adores you. He looks at me too, I admit, but his look is the same as all the other boys. He stares at my tits, and I can see the lust in his eyes. But that's all I see - lust. When he looks at you, he's altogether different." Hermione hoped this was true. But her love for Marietta was such that it was hard to believe that anyone could be with her without loving her. Her hand lost contact with Marietta's firm, round breast as the taller girl moved down the bed. Marietta's hand moved off of Hermione's cunt, leaving her to wonder what would come next. She didn't wonder long, for in no time Marietta's long, moist tongue penetrated her for the second time that evening, and Hermione drew her legs up, her knees rising as her feet moved up level with her hips. With Marietta's strong hands on the cheeks of her ass, Hermione felt herself being pulled forwards, so that she was impaled on her lover's tongue, then pulled back and forth, Marietta easily lifting Hermione a little off the bed as she did so. A soft moan escaped Hermione's barely parted lips, her vagina aching, her clitoris swelling again. She had so badly wanted to orgasm earlier in the evening, and the feeling was back with a vengeance. The tongue in her cunt was replaced by Marietta's fingers, which began slowly to pump in and out of Hermione, Marietta's thumb stroking her clit on each downstroke, serving to increase her pleasure. "I can do whatever I want to you, Hermione" stated Marietta. In the darkness, Hermione could hear that her friend was smiling. "Yessss, Marietta, I am yours I am yours please use me do whatever you want to me I'm begging you . ." "Believe me, I'm going to do whatever I want, and there's nothing you can do about it," said Marietta, and for emphasis, she pulled her fingers from inside Hermione, and grasped both of the smaller girl's wrists with her hands, holding Hermione helpless as she teased Hermione's clit again, her friend writhing beneath her, mashing her cunt frantically against Marietta's face. "Oh let me cum Marietta please please please let me cum I want it so badly," the young girl begged. But Marietta had no notion of letting Hermione off the hook so quickly. Hermione had given her an experience she would never forget, and she was determined to return the favour. She let go of her lover's wrists. "Put your hands behind your head, dear, and keep them there." This was a command, despite the soft tone of Marietta's voice. Hermione was under Marietta's control, and she obeyed, her hands slowly moving into the required position. With her hands now as immobilized as if they'd been petrified, and with her legs wide open, her vagina completely open to Marietta's wandering tongue, Hermione felt was at her lover's mercy, dominated by her. She was Marietta's responsibility; Marietta would take care of her, now and forever, and with these thoughts she gave herself up totally to Marietta's will. Marietta's slick pinkie had been warily circling Hermione's anus, and now it slowly slid inside, feeling huge as it penetrated Hermione's rectum. It felt every bit as good as when Viktor had done this to her, maybe even better. "I'm fucking your ass, now, Hermione. You're being ass fucked by a girl. You like it, don't you?" Hermione moaned her agreement, involuntarily humping the finger inside her. She was rewarded when the pinkie was replaced by Marietta's thicker, longer middle finger, and her moans deepened and her movements became more urgent as the digital ass fucking continued. Now Marietta inserted her index finger in Hermione's cunt, fucking both entrances at the same time. Hermione gasped at the sensation of being doubly fucked. "You'd like to be fucked like this, wouldn't you? Maybe Luna could finger your ass while I fist-fucked you. How does that sound?" Although Hermione's moans were inarticulate and almost incomprehensible, Marietta got the idea Hermione rather liked the idea. She could also tell that Hermione loved hearing dirty talk during sex. "Yes, Luna would drool at the thought of doing this to you. This weekend we'll sneak you into my bed, and Luna and I will take turns making love to you, and then you'll make love to Luna, and I'll tell you and her what you have to do to each other." Hermione was so excited at the thought that her already moist cunt flooded with liquid, drenching Marietta's finger, the juice exiting and flowing downwards. It coated Marietta's busy middle finger, becoming a welcome lubricant and assisting the finger fucking her ass was receiving. To make love to another, under Marietta's orders! To be so free, and yet so controlled! She wondered how long she could keep from cumming. If Marietta touched her clit again, she'd cum instantly. But Marietta didn't touch her clit. Instead, she let her hand slide from Hermione's orifices, and gently began to stroke the inside of her friend's thighs, moving her head down between Hermione's legs. "Here we go," thought Hermione. Now she was ready for Marietta to lick her clit again, bringing her to orgasm. She was right about the licking, but wrong about where, and she was shocked when Marietta's sexy tongue began to flick at her anus. "OH MY GOD Mariettaaaaaa what are you doing oh my god!" shrieked Hermione, this utterly new sensation thrilling her to the very core. She hissed as the tongue slowly began to pleasure her anus, speeding up as Marietta rapidly flickered in and out of her mouth, gently touching Hermione again and again and again. Soon the tongue stiffened, and Hermione gave a sudden intake of breath as it wormed its way up her ass! She felt ass being tongue-fucked, something that until this very instant she hadn't thought possible. "Oh god Marietta who else would ever do this oh please yes oh fuck my ass with your tongue..." Hermione simply could not believe the sensations Marietta was giving her, and she began to gasp in time to the fucking she was getting.. In her narrow passageway, the redhead's slippery tongue felt huge. To Hermione it was bigger than any penis could ever be, and wetter, and more slippery, and better and it was just wonderful as she lay back, her head on her hands, Marietta's hands now tugging on her nipples to heighten her pleasure still further, the puffy nipples swelling even more as Hermione squirmed under her friend's mouth and tongue. But soon Marietta stopped, and in the darkness, Hermione could sense but not see Marietta moving up, kneeling between her legs. Now she felt Marietta nuzzling against her vagina, with what felt like the heel of her hand. But it was larger - perhaps Marietta's knee. Whatever it was, it remained against her, and Marietta lowered her body onto Hermione's, and she moaned as her earlobe was sucked in between Marietta's lips. She turned her head to face her friend, and their lips locked - Hermione could care less where her lover's lips had been - she wanted them on hers that instant, and now her mouth was being fucked by the same tongue that had been up her ass. The pressure on her vulva increased, and suddenly Hermione felt a familiar, but in the circumstances, unexpected sensation - she was being penetrated! Marietta had lubricated Hermione so she just able to accommodate the phallus that stretched her cunt wide, the head moving slowly past the entrance, stopping a couple of inches in. Hermione was now pinned to the bed. She asked Marietta if she could move her hands. "Do you want to feel what's down there?" Marietta asked. "Yes, if you'll allow it," replied Hermione. She was given permission to explore briefly with one hand, and Hermione's right hand moved from behind her head onto her friend's back, and then downwards. Around Marietta's waist she felt the presence of a cloth strap of some kind, and when she moved her hand to her pelvis, she felt the hard penis to which the strap was attached. Marietta had donned a strap-on dildo. Hermione was just starting to explore the shaft, which was hard, yet yielding to the touch, when Marietta told her it was time to put her hands back behind her head. Hermione did so. She almost died of pleasure when she felt Marietta tying her wrists together with a cord. Their kissing resumed, and as Hermione lost herself in Marietta's loving embrace, she felt Marietta slowly push forward, inch by inch, when suddenly Marietta stopped. "Hermione, you have a hymen! You're a virgin. But you said under Veritaserum that you'd fucked him!" "Don't worry, dear, just keep on going. I'll explain later." And so Marietta had the highly unusual pleasure of breaking a girl's maidenhead with a quick thrust, enjoying Hermione's involuntary gasp as she did so. Then Marietta slowly continued, stretching Hermione as far as she thought she could go, and yet still further, and penetrating her oh so deeply, until at last their hips were touching. Now Hermione's legs were wrapped around Marietta's waist. Her bound hands were also held tight by Marietta's, and the tall redhead was in her to the hilt. Marietta kept one hand holding down Hermione's wrists, and with the other, began to finger fuck Hermione's mouth. When she felt Hermione arch beneath her, Marietta slowly withdrew from Hermione's core, and then paused, with the crown of the cock paused, barely in Hermione's entrance. It slipped in again, this time Hermione's vaginal walls more easily stretching to accommodate the invasion. Again Marietta withdrew, this time a little more rapidly, pausing until she felt Hermione pushing up against her, and taking this as her cue, Marietta began to fuck the smaller girl in earnest. Her strap-on dildo was slick with Hermione's juices as it slid out over and over again, each time to be shot back in, with increasing force and ever-greater speed. In no time Hermione's compact body was shuddering with the force of the tumultuous fucking she was getting. "Oh please untie me," Hermione begged, and without missing a stroke, Marietta did so. Immediately Hermione wrapped her arms around the much taller and stronger girl. "Yes take me fuck me oh god I love you Marietta I can't believe a girl is FUCKING me yes FUCK ME keep on FUCKING ME!" Even though Marietta had most of her weight on her elbows, the diminutive Hermione was pressed solidly down on the bed, pinned in place, helpless as her vagina was penetrated again and again. Hermione had no idea of the size of the phallus inside her, but she knew without a doubt it was ever so much bigger than her Viktor, and she was so glad. Viktor was not small - she'd never forget the sensation of him bursting through her hymen's futile resistance - but the dildo Marietta was wearing was so much better. Marietta was taking her to a place she hadn't reached with her only male lover, and Hermione was shattered with this realization. Because Marietta didn't have to be concerned that her artificial cock might orgasm prematurely, she was able to fuck the young girl beneath her with faster, more rapid strokes then almost any man would have been able to do so. Finally Hermione's tortured body could take no more. She'd been brought to the brink much earlier, only to be deprived of the orgasm she so desperately craved. Then she'd undergone prolonged stimulation as she had the pleasure of rocking Marietta with orgasms. Now, finally, it was her turn, and when Marietta raised herself ever so slightly, easing the pressure, Hermione frantically began to hump the penis inside her. Marietta was gasping as she fucked the small brunette beneath her. She and Luna had never done this. Marietta got the idea when she saw the dildo in the drawer earlier, but wasn't sure if it was quite the right thing to do. But she was more than positive now, and moaned again as the base of the dildo pressed again and again against her clitoris in time to her thrusts. It was the strangest sensation, having beneath her this writhing, squealing girl, impaled beneath eleven solid inches of hard dildo, coated with soft silicon. Hermione's small frame could only just manage the invading cock, and her breasts shook back and forth in time to the expert fucking her lover was giving her. Now Marietta grabbed Hermione's thrusting hips, and increased her pace, slamming into the girl with all the force she could muster, which was redoubled when Hermione snaked her arms past the redhead's, grabbing Marietta's ass, adding her own strength to Marietta's thrusts. "Uh Uh UH UH" grunted Hermione, pushing back, taking the hard cock over and over again, harder and harder as she felt the long-awaited orgasm building inside her. And then it came. Hermione felt her insides gush liquid over the invading phallus as the most powerful orgasm of her life took hold of her. "MARIETTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" she screamed, "I'm CUMMING I'M CUMMING keep fucking me don't stop DON'T STOP oh FUCK me harder and harder and HARDER you're the best you're the best oh godddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!" Marietta didn't stop, for as she felt Hermione cresting beneath her, she felt her own orgasm approaching, and it wrenched through her. "OH Hermione my own girl my beautiful girl I LOVE YOU I'm FUCKING you cum for me girl CUM!" commanded Marietta to the soft, diminutive angel beneath her. Never before had she cum while thrusting like this, and the novelty of it, the beauty of her partner, her love for Hermione, the joy of the act all combined to completely overcome her. As her orgasm peaked, Marietta lowered her mouth to Hermione's, and the two girls locked their lips, their tongues intertwined, as they shared their mutual orgasm, overwhelmed by their passion and their love for each other. As they gradually came down from their shared peak, Marietta slowed her thrusts, her clitoris throbbing. Hermione's vagina still grabbed at the hard artificial cock, closing around it tightly as it slowed down. Finally Marietta ceased her movements, with the dildo still inside her friend. After a while, she very gently withdrew. They had finished the Ritual. Readers may send comments to the author by email to suprapubic_cystotomy@yahoo.ca