Harry ran down the corridor behind Ron, who was much faster than Harry. They have been waiting for this moment for so long. They stopped to check with the map and immediately rushed on.

“We have to make it before she does,” Ron said.

Harry already knew that they stray from the graphic arts too often. Finally, they reached the door at the end of the corridor.

“It must be him,” said Ron and slipped inside.

Harry walked right behind him. The space behind the door was extended but still not wide enough to be called a room. Light penetrated there only through holes in the wall. The guys looked in the hole and saw exactly what they hoped to see there - the women's shower. They quietly gave each other five.

It was dangerous to be here. Since they could easily be caught, from the teachers. But now is the winter holidays, and almost all of the teachers except Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey have left. So there was nothing to fear.

Harry always spent his winter holidays at school, because his uncle and aunt with whom he lived hated him. A couple of times he stayed at home with the Weasley family when he was very young. But Ron and Hermione also often stayed in school for the holidays, so he wasn’t bored. They have known each other for 7 years ever since they met in the Hogwarts Express when they were 11 years old. They quickly became friends and just grew up together. And Hermione from a little know-it-all turned into a beautiful, sexy, busty girl right in front of Ron and Harry. They would never sacrifice their friendship with her, but they always dreamed of ever seeing her naked, touching her breasts, feeling her hands on their bodies, and everything else. The insight came to Harry when he sat in her travology class.

He shared with Ron his idea of ​​getting into the women's dressing room and looking at Hermione in a negligee. Ron, if not strange, supported his plan. For weeks, they carried out an action plan with exactly every step. Knowing Hermione, they were sure that before going to bed she always took a shower. It would be stupid to miss such a chance. So as soon as Hermione left the common room, they headed straight for here. They waited five minutes, they heard the creaking of the door.

Hermione entered the shower room, holding shower accessories. Ron and Harry held their breath, not believing in what they were to see. Both of them were already absolutely hard. On the wall opposite was a row of hooks over several benches. And on the left was happy shower. So they could see her, no matter which one she chooses.

She put her towel and stuff on the shelf and set about adjusting the water. She went to the bench and took off her robe. They were so tense when they saw her mantle drooping, exposing her milky shoulders, showing her spotless back, and finally her beautiful ass.

She hung her robe on a hook and both Harry and Ron felt like pounding in their chest when she turned to face them. They peered into every part of her body while she walked to the shower stall: the smooth skin of her breast, her large breasts ending in straight nipples surrounded by a pink halo, her flat tummy, light brown hair. She stepped into the booth letting the water run through her body.

Harry and Ron could barely restrain themselves from masturbating while looking at her. Hermione left the booth and went to the side of the mirror where her soap, shampoo and stuff lay. Her ass and pink cat acted stupefying. And when she began to soap her breasts, the guys could not stand it and slowly began to pull their own ... As soon as Hermione washed her breasts with soap and nipples, a pleasant feeling ran all over her body.

She was not friends with the boys and therefore the opening of masturbation was a gift from God for her. She spread her hands in different directions and soaped her tummy, legs and butt, before concentrating attention between her legs.She shoved a hard piece of soap inside and felt like her labia opened up. Behind the wall, Ron and Harry knew that Hermione felt about the same thing as they. And it turned them on even more. But the most interesting thing is that friends masturbating when looking at Hermione did not even realize that she was masturbating while thinking about them. She took the soap out of herself and gently rubbed her vagina. Closing her eyes, she imagined how Harry and Ron undressed for her and took out their appliances exposing her from both sides.

As she takes one in each hand and jerks them before taking in her mouth. She did not even have time to imagine a place where she would do it, when a sudden wave of orgasm overwhelmed her. At the same time, Harry and Ron were finished, and finally released their seeds on the wall in front of them. Their palms froze on organs when Hermione uttered, blissful and tormented:

- Oh, Harry, Ron, how do I need your toys ...

Hermione licked her juices from her fingers before smearing the soapy liquid over her velvet skin.

Harry and Ron were still standing, confused, with the words of their girlfriend, watching as she rubbed a towel over her gorgeous breasts and between her legs. She put on her robe and headed for the exit.

On the way to the common living room of the Gryffindors both were silent. Saying nothing, they walked along the corridor until Ron finally said "lemon juice." The picture with the fat lady drove off to the side and they went inside.

All the time while they were climbing the stairs to the bedroom, they talked about what they saw (it was even better than they would like in their fantasies), and all the more they heard. It seemed to begin the happiest holidays in their lives. Already lying in bed, they pondered how to realize their fantasies, not letting her know what they heard.

The next day, sitting in the dining room, they discussed how they would spend the day.

Suddenly, Ron decided:

- Hermione, we always do all our business in our bedroom, but why have we never seen yours?

Hermione shrugged

- Well, this is probably because girls are not very allowed to bring boys into the bedroom, even brothers. Because other girls will feel uncomfortable.

- Well, if now there is no one there, after all, everyone has gone home? Can we see her?

- Well, I do not know ... And why not? - She replied, knowing that the very fact of their being in her room, maybe even in her bed could make her pussy flow with desire.

And now the inseparable trinity climbed the stairs to the women's bedroom. Everything was just like that of Malchyshek, female handwriting was guessed everywhere. There were various posters on the walls above the beds. They chatted about everything. Harry took the mirror in his hand, it was a bit strange.

Hermione explained that this mirror shows any person you want to see with the same mirror.

“It helps to keep in touch,” she said.

“Well, I don’t think it will help to somehow keep in touch between us,” said Harry.

“Maybe it will help,” said Hermione, feeling the hardened limbs in both of her pants. She began to massage them. Harry and Ron, looking at her, began kissing her in turn with a French dice, and at the same time began to feel her chest tightly. Harry began to caress her nipple through a thin robe. She unbuttoned, stood at the corner of the bed, so that they could see her and she could see them well. Ron and Harry undressed and sat on the bed. Their members were upright. She looked at them and she began to stand out moisture, in anticipation that she would be satisfied today.

She pulled off her top through her head (she already took off her mantle), which made her chest twitch very defiantly. Then she took off her pants and threw aside. She sat on her knees in front of Harry and Ron, and did what she had dreamed of for so long, took the dick in each hand. Feeling their hardness and heat, she seemed ...