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Myrtle Moaning	By : Yerst Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 20500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Myrtle Moaning

By Yerst

Harry was horny again.
He walked down one of Hogwarts� many great and ancient hallways from the
library, having completed some research on a particularly mind-boggling and over-complicated
essay assignment given to him by Professor Snape. He couldn�t believe it. Didn�t he just masturbate the night before? That�s not easy to do in private at Hogwarts
either, not with ghosts hanging around, especially Peeves. 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. The second he climaxed,
though, he heard that familiar cackling and the toilet seats in the stalls
around him began to clatter. 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. No doubt he told a few people. For weeks he was paranoid that Malfoy knew, but his evil smirks were no different than
usual. In the end, Peeves ruined a good
feeling, and that made Harry antsy.

Harry was making his way slowly up the shifting stairs
toward the Gryffindor tower now. This
was maddening! 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 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 lost count
of the times he fantasized about her bare breasts and white thighs lying over
him as he pulled on his organ. Inevitably
though he sought out other girls in his mind; it really just depended on his
mood. Sometimes it would be Ginny (not
that he�d ever tell Ron!), sometimes Pansy or Parvati. Definitely Cho, a number of times. The emotion and character he would apply in
his mind was exciting for a time, but in the end it 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.

�Hiya Harry,� he suddenly heard a
girl giggle. 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.
She smiled at him as they passed, and he had just enough time to return
a low �hullo� before they were off.
Regardless of the complex relationship Harry and Cho
had--full of sadness, some sweet history, with ups and downs, but now
stagnant--he couldn�t deny how beautiful she was. Her dark Asian eyes were absolutely
captivating, and he loved the little expressions her cheeks and mouth toyed
with. Such genuine feelings, though,
were quickly replaced with more lascivious ones as he continued walking and
began imagining her naked.

Harry wasn�t aware of the hard-on he was suddenly sporting
at first. It strained and made his pants
tight, and he fumbled in his pockets to straighten it out and keep it
inconspicuous. Thank goodness his baggy
shirt and robes did a descent job of hiding such unseemly bulges. Why was today so bad? He felt like he was fourteen again, where he
got spontaneous erections every hour of the day and without any real
reason. It was seeing Cho that probably did it this time, and thinking of
her. How treacherous the male body could
be! Why today of all days was he�

Harry looked up and realized he was standing in front of one
of the abandoned bathrooms on the second floor.
How the hell did he get here?
Damn stairs. No, he should have
been mindful of where he was going. A
lack of attention was dangerous, or at least confounding, in the halls and
along the stairs of Hogwarts.

Still�perhaps it was a fortuitous opportunity. Harry turned to scan the hall around him and
found it sufficiently empty. 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. That�s just who he�ll fantasize about
too. Ah, the blissful curse of a mind
unreadable--well, for the most part.
Ever since the Chamber of Secrets incident of second year, stories have
begun circulating of Harry, Ron, and Hermione�s adventures. 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. Every time he reached his head he felt that
familiar knot tighten and a little burst of kinetic pleasure. Myrtle continued to moan.

It didn�t take much time before Harry�s body began to tremble
and his pace became erratic. His hand
moved speedily along the length of his member, the pleasure mounting, aided by
the amazing sight of Myrtle�s nude body floating above his own. He was getting sweaty and his heart had been
beating quickly for some time.

�Wait,� Myrtle suddenly said, halting her moaning. �I wonder��

�What?� said Harry, panting and a little impatient.

�Myrtle smoothly floated farther up Harry�s thighs, the
ghostly outline of her own feminine sex resting right where it would if Harry
was actually inside of her. And for all
intents and purposes, he was inside of her, just in the way oostsosts and not
of sex�mostly. He could, surprisingly,
feel a strange heat from where her groin sat upon his, or at least gave the appearance
of such a connection. �Lift yourself up inside of me,� Myrtle said, oddly out of breath.

�Myrtle�?� Harry replied.

�Just do it, Harry,� Myrtle said in a rasp. �I think�I think I can almost feel it��

Harry didn�t contest but did exactly what she asked. He lifted his member up, pointing it at the
ceiling. He could see it through
Myrtle�s translucent lower belly, sitting up inside of her where it would be if
flesh were inside flesh.

�Now stroke,� Myrtle said.

Harry quickly came back to his ragged beating. This time Myrtle was rocking on top of him,
her hips intersecting with his and she continued to moan. Somehow, it sounded more authentic this
time. Soon they rocked in sync, their
hips bucking together and Harry was infinitely aroused by the sight of Myrtle�s
breasts bouncing up in front of him, as if actually affected by gravity. The sight brought him close to orgasm several
times but he staved off to keep watching Myrtle, whose motions were growing
more fevered. The look on her face
appeared as intensely filled with pleasure as Harry�s was and he wondered
shortly if she was doing this for him or if she was actually feeling
something. The thought was short-lived
though as he was overtaken by the intense pleasure of the experience. His hand rose and fell, rose and fell, the
pleasure igniting with each passing second, and he imagined intently that he
was actually feeling Myrtle�s giving, secret flesh and not his own hand. 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.

A few minutes later and Harry couldn�t hold back anymore. Amid their moaning and grinding he felt the
final building of the good fire in his groin, and what�s more, he saw through
squinted eyes that Myrtle was beginning to tense up. As their heat and pressure increased, their
bodies bucked wildly into each other and amid the moaning Harry heard Myrtle
whisper, �I can�feel it�I�can feel it��

Finally, eyes slammed shut, Harry released and let the
boiling pleasure of his climax blossom out from his waste. 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. While Harry yelled, Myrtle�s moaning raised
to a crescendo and she screamed. Their
bodies, one corporeal the other not, remained rigid and stiff for a
moment. 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. pan>pan>She actually looked like weight on Harry, but he couldn�t feel her, and
her hair looked mussed up and wet.

Not long afterward the cold feeling associated with ghostly
contact was returning and spreading over Harry�s chest. Before he could comment though, Myrtle
knowingly floated up over his body and remained levitating above him, her body
straight and parallel with his. She
faced down, looking into his face, her own features slightly colored and
pleasantly tired, and they both shared a supremely blissful and satisfied
expression.

�Wow�� escaped from Harry�s lips.

�Yes�� Myrtle responded in a whisper and leaned down to kiss
Harry gently over his mouth. He thought
for moment that he felt the cool smoothness of her lips. Her head came back up to look at Harry full
again. �I felt it, Harry. I felt it,� she said, full of elation and
completion.

Harry didn�t question it, he simply responded, �So did
I.� He was still a little breathless.

As his mind cleared from the afterglow, Harry sat up and
looked down at his spent and now flaccid penis.
The product of his lust dripped down in great quantities around his
inner thighs, white drops of it speckling his lower belly. Before he could reach down for the toilet
paper on the ground, Myrtle had brought it up to the sheets. He reached for the roll and tore off a big
clump. Myrtle, he noticed, was fully
dressed again, looking almost as if nothing happened. She floated silently by him as he cleaned
himself up. Once satisfied with the job,
Harry got up and dressed.

�I felt it, Harry,� Myrtle finally spoke, repeating her
previous wonder. She seemed almost
entranced by the idea. And Harry was
beginning to feel the same.

�How?� he asked.

�I don�t really know,� she replied. �I think it might be akin to eating rotten
foods. You know, like at Death Day
parties. We ghosts have to do it because
it�s so strong, and our senses only feel something living when it�s very
powerful. The sensation between us was
extremely powerful, and I know that I orgasmed. I masturbated enough when I was alive to
recognize that feeling. That was so long
ago� God, it was so good too, Harry.�

Harry smiled. �It was
good for me too, Myrtle. Really good. I can�t
recall feeling like that when I�ve masturbated before. I don�t know what to call what we just did,
but it was more than jacking off.�

Myrtle nodded. �Yes,�
she said, looking into her own thoughts.
�Yes. I think it�s alright to say
that we had sex. Not normal sex, but
that�s the closest thing to it.� She
suddenly giggled mischievously. �I lost
my virginity to you, Harry Potter.�

Harry grew wide-eyed, but he grinned. He was beginning to really like Myrtle. �You never had sex when you were alive?�

�Nope,� Myrtle affirmed.
�I can�t imagine it being any better than that either.� She giggled again, and a grin came to rest on
her face. Then she sighed. �So my first sexual experience happened after
death,� she paused, then her grin widened and she laughed. �But it happened.�

Harry laughed a little too.
�Well, I suppose it�s safe to say that I just lost my virginity
too. Didn�t imagine in my wildest
fantasies that it would happen like this, but I don�t regret it and I�m not the
least bit disappointed.� They shared a
contented smile and sighed together.

Jolting out of their post-coital reverie, Harry started for
the door and Myrtle floated alongside him.
�So, same time tomorrow?� Myrtle said with hope in her high voice. The hidden door opened once more due to some
ministration that Myrtle dealt with within the wall.

Harry gave his own big grin.
He >He supposed he wouldn�t need a girlfriend now. Or perhaps he now had one. �You bet, Moaning Myrtle,� he
laughed. Myrtle joined him, clearly
enjoying the double meaning her name now held, at least with Harry. The two walked out into the empty hallway and
Myrtle gave him another evanescent kiss on the lips before she led him back to
find his way to the Gryffindor tower.
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