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[BONUS] A Bookworm's Lusts (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2017-12-02 01:33:59 +0000 UTC A/N: A new commission in which Hermione is insatiable and Ron is happy to go along for the ride... at least at first. He really has no idea just how much or a slutty whore his wife truly is. Meanwhile, Harry is dragged into things and has a side of himself awakened by the exchange that he never knew existed until now.-x-X-x-
There’s a knock on the door and Harry’s head snaps up from where he’d been dozing on the bed. He grimaces a familiar voice drifts faintly through the wood.
“Harry? Are you in there?”
For a moment, the young wizard doesn’t want to say yes. He doesn’t want to say anything. The door is locked, and if he doesn’t speak, they’ll more than likely go away. But no, he’d agreed to this, as strange as it felt. He wasn’t going to back down now. Hopping off the bed, the dark-haired young man strides across the room and pulls open the door before his hesitation can get the better of him again.
Hermione has her hand up in order to knock once more, but she stops when he opens the door. Ron is slightly behind and to the side of her, and as their eyes all meet, the ‘Golden Trio’ as they’d been called at Hogwarts freezes up, as if finally realizing in that moment that this was actually happening. Harry is the first to recover, as he’d just gotten through dealing with his own hesitation. Clearing his throat, Harry steps to the side and nods his head.
“Come… come in.”
The two enter and he closes the door behind them, before casting more than a few privacy and security spells on it with his Holly wand. They’re meeting in a room above The Leaky Cauldron after all. Harry has paid for the night already, but he still doesn’t want to risk anyone walking in on them, OR hearing them, especially with what they’re planning to do.
As he turns back from the secured door, he finds his friends making themselves comfortable. Ron has settled down into a chair and Hermione is seated at the foot of the room’s sole bed. Both of them are watching him expectantly, but Harry doesn’t feel remotely confident in kicking things off. Instead, he finds himself looking over at Ron.
“You uh… you sure about this Ron? I know you’re the one who suggested it in the first place, but I’m still a bit… I don’t know. Worried? You guys are my friends, my best friends. I don’t want to lose either of you.”
Hermione pipes up before Ron can, standing from the bed and walking over to him.
“Oh Harry, you won’t lose us. If anything, this will just make the three of us closer than ever before.”
“She’s right mate. Like you said, I suggested this. It’s kind of… well it’s kind of my thing, and Hermione has really taken to the idea, ever since I told her about… well, we spent over half a decade together at Hogwarts, didn’t we? I didn’t set out to look, but catching a few glimpses of your size was unavoidable, you know?”
Harry goes red at that, but he has to nod in agreement. He does know. Living with a group of boys for so many years in a dorm, it was practically impossible not to see someone naked. And he and Ron were on the Quidditch team together as well. So yes, he wasn’t exactly surprised that Ron knew his dick size. After all, he knew Ron’s… and he knew that the difference in length between them was fairly huge.
He’d always thought that that was one of the reasons Ron was jealous of him, that that was what made Ron so prone to envy and what not. But now that line of thinking needed to be thrown right out the window, given what the married couple before him was asking him to do. His friends… were a lot freakier than he’d thought.
“Harry…”
Hermione’s voice causes the wizard to turn towards her. She’s standing before him, a smile on her face as she reaches up and caresses his cheek. Her other hand slides into one of his and she guides him over to the bed. Harry can’t help but be lost in the brunette witch’s beauty. He won’t lie and say he hasn’t had fantasies about Hermione, especially after puberty got into full swing. She’s grown from a cute girl, to a pretty young woman to a beautiful adult witch in the time that he’s known her, and he’s certainly lusted after her before.
He’d never have gone there though, not on his own. Harry had done his absolute best to keep his relationship with Hermione solely platonic. And he’d succeeded, until now. As Hermione gently but firmly pushes him to sit on the bed, Harry does so, only for his eyes to widen in surprise as she leans in and kisses him a moment later.
Their lips touch and he can’t help but respond as she smashes her mouth to his almost hungrily as quickly as the second pass. Her tongue presses against his teeth and Harry opens wide to allow her access. Soon, their tongues are dueling together, writhing back and forth as they makeout right in front of Hermione’s husband and his best friend. Ron doesn’t say a word though, instead he’s staring with a hunger of his own, and one of his hands is rubbing at his crotch as he enjoys the view of Hermione’s ass jutting out towards him while she kisses Harry heatedly.
Eventually, Hermione transitions to sitting by Harry’s side on the bed. While one hand continues to caress his cheek to keep him facing her as they kiss, the other begins to undo the buttons on her blouse one by one. As soon as they’re gone, Hermione grabs for Harry’s wrist and guides his hand through the hole her open blouse has made, right to her bra-clad tit.
Harry latches on instinctively, caressing and kneading and groping her breast through her bra experimentally. A quiet moan leaves Hermione’s lips, stifled by Harry’s mouth as they continue to kiss all the while. At this point, the dark-haired wizard is just going along with the flow. He’s honestly a bit in a daze, unable to truly understand that this is actually happening right now. He goes through the motions and enjoys the feeling of Hermione’s supple, perfectly shaped body, but for the time being, it’s the beautiful brunette witch who’s controlling things.
Eventually, Hermione pulls back and Harry blinks as his head moves forward to follow her for just a bit before he realizes she’s disengaged on purpose. He looks at her and the witch grins impishly as she takes off her blouse one shoulder at a time and tosses it across the room to Ron. The red-head chuckles as he catches it and breathes deeply from her scent, his other hand still rubbing against her bulge.
Harry only has eyes for his friend’s wife right now. Hermione keeps her gaze locked with his even as she reaches back and undoes her bra, slowly, sensually slipping it off to expose her breasts. The perfectly shaped orbs seem to almost defy gravity as they rest on her chest, perky and pert. Harry’s mouth waters at the sight, and then he’s holding them as Hermione grabs both of his wrists this time and guides his hands to her tits.
The wizard grips and gropes at his best friend’s chest and Hermione moans in response, even as Harry moves his fingers around in an exploratory fashion, digging them into the soft, pliable flesh and playing with her cute little nipples. Hermione is soon panting with need and desire, her face flushed with arousal and her full, pouty lips parted as she breathes in and out. Finally, the witch can’t take it anymore and she slides off of the bed and right out of his grasp.
Harry blinks dumbly as Hermione spreads his knees wide and comes to a rest right between them. His hard cock, straining against his trousers, makes for an impressive outline down one leg of his pants. Hermione takes note of this and moans throatily as she leans in and rubs her face against said outline.
“Mm, he’s so much bigger than you Ron…”
The derisive comment, directed at his best friend, causes Harry’s eyes to widen and flash to where the Weasley man is seated at the table. Ron just grins at that, still sniffing at her blouse, still rubbing his erection through his own pants.
“You bet he is sweetheart. What did I tell you? Now, why don’t you take that cock out and see just how well your knob gobbling skills fare against a real man.”
Harry is just bewildered at this point, as Hermione immediately works at his belt buckle and his button and zipper. Even as her hands move down his boxers and finally latch around his throbbing, pulsating cock, Harry is trying to reconcile the way Ron is talking with any sort of sexual pleasure. It seems like his friend truly gets off on this, on being cuckolded and talked down to and degrading himself.
Meanwhile, Harry just can’t comprehend that sort of thing, but he’s certainly enjoying the way Hermione is absolutely worshipping his member now. A low groan leaves the wizard’s throat as the brunette witch rubs her face up and down his real member now, moaning happily and slipping her tongue out to run across his length. She’s stroking the bottom half of his shaft with both hands, and now that he’s freed from the confines of his trousers, his dick is growing even bigger, much to her shock.
“… So big…”
Hermione murmurs those words in a sort of a daze, and then a moment later she’s pulling back to bring her lips in line with his cockhead. She opens wide and Harry lets out a much louder groan as his best friend’s wife sucks the tip of his massive member into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his girth and her lips suctioning down on him as hard as they possibly can.
“F-Fuck, Hermione…”
“That’s my girl. Hermione is an EXCELLENT cocksucker Harry… hope you enjoy mate.”
Ron has his dick out now, and Harry averts his eyes from the sight of his friend masturbating to the view. Ron’s wife, their good friend, is on her knees BLOWING Harry, and Ron is perfectly happy with it. Harry supposes that he just needs to get over himself, and be perfectly happy with it as well. There’s certainly a LOT to be happy about. Hermione truly is a good little dick blower. She’s eager and enthusiastic, and most importantly skilled as she bobs her head up and down his length.
Of course, he’s much bigger than she’s used to, and she gags a little even as she continues on. Still, Hermione adapts and when she begins to swallow his cock in order to suppress her gag reflex, Harry’s eyes go wide as he feels it and shudders.
“S-Shit Hermione, I’m getting close now…”
The brunette witch pulls back, her throat humming and clenching along his length as she goes, and then she smiles at him winningly.
“Do it Harry. Cum whenever you like. I’ll handle every last drop.”
Harry’s eyes are wide but as she takes him back down her throat, he can’t help but do as she says. His libido has been fully awakened at this point, and his hands suddenly come up to grip at her hair as he grunts and forces himself down her throat. Hermione continues to swallow his length like a champ, fully adjusted to his monstrous size now as her chocolate-colored eyes stare up at him with a deep hunger in her gaze.
He cums and she swallows, much to his shock. The beautiful witch, known for her brains and her intelligence back at Hogwarts, chugs down every last bit of his seed. She doesn’t spill a drop, and when he’s done and she pulls back to give him a wide, wicked grin, Harry is left staring in shock at just how perverse his bookish friend has turned out to be.
“Merlin, that was hot. Do you see now Harry? Do you see how much she wants it? I can’t satisfy her, she’s insatiable. But look at you… you’re still hard, even now. Do it Harry. Fuck my wife. Fuck her into the ground.”
Ron’s voice fills his ears, the other wizard’s tone one of lust and arousal. The red head is egging him on, while Hermione kneels in silence between Harry’s legs, once again rubbing her face against his thick, erect member, even as she continues to stare up into his eyes. And honestly… Harry can’t resist anymore. He does want her, he’s always wanted her… and now he has permission from both of his friends to finally fuck the hot and ready witch kneeling in front of him.
His grip on Hermione’s hair abruptly tightens up as Harry growls and pulls. The wizard stands and drags Hermione to her feet in one fluid motion, tossing her face first onto the room’s sole bed in the same instant. A squeal of delight leaves Hermione’s throat and there’s a ‘That’s the spirit’ from Ron, but Harry is focused solely on getting his dick inside of Hermione’s cunt at this point.
The dark-haired wizard tosses his clothes off piece by piece until he’s completely naked, and while he does so, Hermione kicks off her shoes, but leaves her socks and her skirt and her panties in place as she crawls onto her hands and knees and presents her ass to him happily, her desire clear. Harry narrows his eyes at the way she’s impishly forcing him to strip her.
Leaning down, he pulls his wand from his discarded pants and climbs onto the bed, naked and erect. With his wand in one hand and his cock in the other, Harry presses the tip of the stick against Hermione’s skirt and casts silently, causing her to gasp as her garment slowly disintegrates right then and there off her body. He does the same with her panties, all while the brunette witch moans and claws at the bed beneath her, seemingly turned on by his complete disregard for her property. If she wanted to keep it, she should have taken it off…
Getting more and more into his role, Harry delivers a few stinging charms to Hermione’s backside, one cheek and then the other as she squeals and squirms beneath the abuse, but never quite tries to pull away.
“Yeah, that’s it mate… my wife’s been a naughty little chit, hasn’t she? Go on, teach her a lesson.”
Ron continues to egg him on from the background, still jacking off to the sight even now. Harry doesn’t really need the encouragement, though the fact that his best friend is happily cheering on the defilement of his spouse certainly helps to keep Harry’s self-confidence at an all time high. Hermione’s moaning and wiggling and writhing beneath him certainly helps as well.
Grin on his face, Harry finally sets his wand down and grabs hold of Hermione’s ass with the suddenly free hand as he prepares to penetrate her cunt from behind. She’s wet, sopping wet even from the looks of things, but Harry still ends up pausing right before penetration, as a glint catches his eye from betwixt Hermione’s ass cheeks.
Frowning, the wizard lets go of his member for a moment and spreads Hermione’s butt wide open to reveal a nice big jewel secured between her cheeks, right where her asshole was supposed to be. Reaching forward with a furrowed brow, Harry grabs the thing for a second and wiggles it around, causing Hermione to moan much more throatily as her back arches.
After a long moment of fiddling with it, the truth finally makes its way through Harry’s slightly hazy thoughts. Hermione is wearing a butt plug. His friend has an honest-to-god butt plug buried in her tight little ass.
“The… the fuck is this, Mione?”
Hermione moans and answers him breathlessly as she rubs her face into the bedding below, not even on her hands and knees anymore. Instead, she’s face down, ass up in the air, jutting her hips as high as they’ll go.
“S’for you Harry… cleaned up back there just for you… ‘m all nice and lubed up, so you can fuck my needy butt whenever you want… go on Harry. Take me, cunt or ass, however you like. Fuck me, j-just do it hard… please.”
She’s quiet as she speaks, and Ron is fairly quiet as well. Harry stares at the butt plug for a long moment more before finally he leaves it where it is and grabs hold of Hermione’s hips. As he fits his cockhead into the entrance of her cunt, the dark-haired wizard leans over Hermione’s submissive form and whispers in her ear, getting more and more into things.
“I want to hear it said louder than that you filthy slut. Beg me for my dick Hermione. Do it.”
She whimpers and moans as he wiggles his cockhead back and forth right inside of her cunt… and then the words are falling from her lips.
“Please Harry! Please fuck me! Fuck me long and hard, fuck me deeper than my small-dicked husband ever could! Plow me senseless, cum inside of me! Make me your slut, take my ass, my cunt, my mouth! All of it is yours to do with as you please! F-Fuck, FUCK ME HARRY!!!”
“Yeah Harry, do it! Make our first kid dark-haired and green eyed!”
The wizard’s own eyes go wide at that, coming from Ron… he hadn’t thought to take it that far, but now that both of them have insinuated the idea that he knock Hermione up, now that Hermione has blatantly asked him to cum inside of her… Harry can’t help but be even more aroused by the idea. With a snarl, the wizard plunges his cock into the ready and waiting cunt before him.
Hermione cries out almost immediately, and her pussy walls clench along his shaft as her juices flow down his length from the resulting orgasm. It’s far from the last though, even as Harry swiftly finds his pace, thrusting in and out of the brunette witch with all of his strength. He can’t help but treat her a little roughly. He’d never known Hermione was this much of a slut before now, and having her ‘directives’ fresh in his mind only spurs him on.
She wants him to fuck her hard, she wants him to get nice and deep inside of her, so that’s exactly what Harry does. Of course, he only fits half of his length inside of her cunt before he bottoms out at the entrance of her womb, running into her cervix. Hermione moans and cums again as a result of him going deeper than Ron had ever gone before, but when she looks back and sees how much of his length is still outside of her, the slutty witch bites her lower lip and locks eyes with him.
“… Do it harder Harry. Break through.”
The need in her gaze, the hunger in her tone… Harry’s nostrils flare as he finds himself pulling back, only to do as she says. His hands grip her waist and he slams home into her cunt again and again as he batters against her cervix. Luckily, witches are a bit more… flexible in many ways than muggle women. To break through a cervix and into a womb would normally be far, far more painful for a normal human female than pleasurable.
But for a witch, even a first generation one like Hermione, their bodies had more magic in them. They were in fact classified as magical creatures, though of course no one referred to them as such. Hermione’s cervix flexes as Harry rams against it over and over again, and eventually it simply opens up to his nonstop barrage. Quite abruptly, Harry is inside of Hermione’s womb, stretching it around the thick head of his cock like a condom.
The brunette witch’s eyes roll back in her head and her tongue hangs out of her skull as she promptly loses it. Her body shakes and spasms from yet another orgasm, and her pussy juices coat Harry’s shaft once more, buried as he now is inside of her body. His entire length is sheathed inside of her in that moment as her cervix and her pussy walls clench down on his cock, massaging it with their spasms.
Harry has to pause for a brief second, catching his breath and simply luxuriating in the feeling of having his dick buried in his best friend’s pussy. He’s fucking Hermione Granger… he still can’t believe it. The product of MANY of his wet dreams and sexual fantasies growing up is face down, ass up in front of him, taking his massive member to the hilt and loving every last second of it.
She doesn’t say anything though, nothing coherent anyways. Hermione is all whimpers and whines, and moans and groans at this point. Her pussy continues to clench down rhythmically along his shaft, even as Harry finally begins to move again. He slides back out of her about halfway, and then he thrusts forward once more, savagely pushing deep into her womb, stretching her most sacred place out around his dick in a completely irreverent way.
Hermione cums again from the thrust, and she cries out lewdly as he begins to piston in and out of her womb, fucking every last inch of her insides now that he’s rammed past her cervix. Her abdomen shifts ever so slightly with each thrust, not truly bulging outwards like some sort of hentai or anime, but still visibly moving in time with his jarring pounding motions. He plows her into the bed just as she begged him to, fucking her senseless as she requested.
Harry groans as Hermione’s pussy tightens around his shaft for the umpteenth time, and he tosses his head back as he begins to get closer and closer. He’s undoubtedly going to cum soon, and he already knows where his friends want him to leave his load. The thought of impregnating Hermione, of making a baby with her as proof of her and Ron’s kinky behavior… it turns Harry on more than he can admit.
As perverse as it is, Harry finds himself picturing Ron having to explain the child’s looks to his mother, to his father… and it only brings him closer to the edge. The last few thrusts before his release are erratic and random, until finally with a shout, Harry buries his member inside of Hermione’s womb one last time, and then begins to unload his cum inside of her, right then and there.
Hermione moans wantonly at the feeling of his white, hot seed painting the insides of her womb. He fills her up and she squirms as a result, panting heavily and whining needily as her belly actually does expand a bit, her perfect, beautiful body left just a little bloated on account of the amount of seed Harry had left inside of her.
With a grunt, Harry finally pulls out, catching his breath as he does so. His eyes are fixated on a single point though, and his cock stays hard as thoughts of taking that last hole ring through his mind. Even as he contemplates it though, Hermione slumps forward onto her belly, laying prone for a moment before flopping over onto her front. The brunette witch stares at the ceiling with a happy smile on her face as she runs a hand over her bloated abdomen. After a moment, she speaks.
“E-Even his cum loads are bigger than yours Ron… He’s five times the man you’ll ever be…”
“Fuck yeah baby, give it to me, really lay in!”
“He fucked me Ron, he fucked me and bred me! Which is more than I can say for you! I’ve never been so FULL! God, it’s EVERYWHERE!”
“That’s my mate, that’s my man! Merlin yes, fuuuuck!”
Harry doesn’t look back towards his friend as Ron very clearly reaches his own pitiful release from the degrading speech. Instead, the dark-haired wizard is staring down at Hermione needily, his eyes fixed on hers, waiting for her to look at him. Eventually his silence attracts her attention and the brunette witch looks down from the ceiling to his face. She blushes deeply at the dark look in his eyes, and then her gaze drops to his cock and her own eyes go wide.
“Y-You’re still hard…”
Harry grins sardonically as he hefts his cock in one hand and looks pointedly down at her crotch.
“Think I’m ready to fuck your tight little ass now.”
Hermione, still wide eyed, nods enthusiastically at the idea. Reaching down, Harry grabs one of the witch’s legs and lifts her into the air. Hermione ends up on her side, though she twists her upper body to watch him even as Harry takes hold of the bottom of the butt plug sticking out from between Hermione’s perfectly shaped rump. He tugs on it and her ass refuses to let go as another throaty moan leaves Hermione’s lips.
Grinning, Harry plays around a bit, wiggling and twisting the butt plug this way and that. All the while, his gaze stays fixed on the beautiful young woman’s face as it gets redder and redder, her full lips parting and her tongue slipping out to lick at her mouth as she continues to make lewd noises on account of his actions. Finally though, Harry gives the butt plug a bit of a stronger tough. It finally comes out, sliding from Hermione’s lubed up asshole fairly easily one the initial hump of her tight sphincter gripping at it was removed.
Looking at this, the last of her holes that he had yet to conquer, Harry couldn’t help but feel aroused. His cock jumps with eagerness and he grabs hold of it with his hand after setting down the lubed-up butt plug. Holding her leg up over his shoulder, Harry leans in and fits the tip of his dick against her back door, slowly but surely working his way past her loosened sphincter and into her ass.
The brunette witch tosses her head back as she cries out. Her pussy gushes both her own juices and Harry’s cum as she climaxes and squirts all over the bed. Harry pays that no mind, focused entirely on the way her slick, lubed asshole is gripping his cock even tighter than her sopping wet cunt. As he buried his massive member inch by inch into her bowels, Hermione’s butt muscles clench down rapidly and her body shakes and writhes from the intense pressure.
It feels like his length is being swallowed up, and Harry groans loudly as he descends deeper and deeper into her bowels. Hermione’s back arches and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she loses control of herself once again. This time is different though, this time Harry gets to watch the transformation. Hermione’s eyes roll back in her head and she looks hotter than he’s ever seen before, lost in the throes of ecstasy and exposed like the true slut she’s always been.
Leaning down, Harry falls onto his side behind the beautiful witch, all while keeping his cock buried in her ass and his hand on her inner thigh, pulling her leg up to give him a better angle. He begins to thrust into Hermione’s ass from his new position, while at the same time he uses his free hand to grab a fist full of Hermione’s hair. Twisting her head to face him, Harry kisses the fucked silly witch hard, dominating her mouth and her tongue with his own as he takes control.
Her entire body is jarred with every thrust of his shaft, her tits and her ass jiggling with the impact of his dick plowing her lubed-up back door. He’s plowing her senseless all over again, and her pussy is endlessly squirting as she cums again and again and again. Harry has never been happier. He’s glad now, that he agreed to do this for his friends. He hadn’t realized until this moment that he needed this, that he wanted this as much as they both did.
The young wizard had gone into this seeing it as something he was doing for them, while he was on one of his ‘breaks’ with Ginny. Harry wasn’t sure if he was going to marry the Weasley girl yet. They’d been on again, off again since the war had ended. He felt almost obligated to be with her, but if he was being honest with himself, when they were together, Harry had never felt like they really clicked.
This though… this clicked for the man. Taking Hermione, fucking her senseless right in front of her enthusiastic husband… it was everything he hadn’t known he needed. It wasn’t even necessarily about Hermione, even if Harry had lusted after her for quite a long time before now. No, it was the feeling of dominance, of control, as he plowed her tight little ass and she orgasmed time and time again because of it.
That was what Harry hadn’t known he needed. Would Ginny even let him dominate her in this way? The woman could be as shrill as her mother, but perhaps she just needed to be taught a lesson and she’d mellow out… Harry didn’t know one way or the other, but he did know that he could never be with a woman who wasn’t as slutty and submissive as Hermione. The brunette witch was still his best friend’s wife, but Harry would fuck her for them any time going forward. This was sublime, to say the least.
As Hermione orgasms again, her butt muscles massage his length once more, rapidly and rhythmically clenching down along his shaft. This time is different though, as Harry has finally reaches his limit. At the last second, the wizard has an idea that he just can’t let go, and right before he cums, he pulls out of Hermione’s perky posterior with a shout, before getting back up onto his knees before her.
The brunette witch looks to him with a dazed, glazed over expression on her face, and a moment later that glazed modifier becomes a bit more real as he cums all over her body. His seed, the same cum load that was able to bloat her womb to visible proportions, paints Hermione white as he hoses her down, going from her brunette locks all the way to her navel and back again, his hands stroking his cock.
Hermione lays there in shock for a long moment, and then she brings up a hand to run over her cum-covered face, scooping up his seed and slipping the fingers into her mouth as she sucks lewdly at them. Her eyes lull shut as she swallows his ejaculate once more, and Harry watches in wide eyed fascination. The brunette witch begins to clean herself off, much to his pleasure, eating up his entire load right before his eyes.
Oh yeah, he could definitely get used to this…
-x-X-x-
“Thanks mate, for doing this.”
Harry gives Ron a distracted smile and nod as he sits across the table from the red head. The Weasley man has his cock back in his pants… but Harry can’t say the same. He does have a cushion between him and the wood chair to prevent splinters, but he’s still completely naked, and beneath the room’s small table, Hermione has stuffed herself between the two young men, and is currently bobbing up and down on his cock.
It’d started out with her just cleaning him off… with her mouth. But by this point, Harry was fairly certain the only thing left on his hard dick was Hermione’s saliva as she slides her lips back and forth along his shaft, her tongue writhing across the underside of his girth.
“Y-Yeah man… happy to help.”
That gets a chortle from Ron as he takes a moment to peek under the table. He comes back up shaking his head and wagging a finger jokingly in Harry’s direction.
“I bet you are! You certainly seem to be enjoying my wife Harry. But that’s alright, because she’s enjoying you too. And watching the two of you… hot damn that was fucking fantastic. I always knew Hermione was an insatiable little slut, but it looks like she’s finally met her match with you. I swear, she’s going to be begging me to set up the next encounter before we can even get home at this rate.”
That grabs Harry’s interest, and he leans forward with his hands clasped together, even as Hermione swallows more and more of his length down her throat, repressing her gag reflex all the while.
“Yeah… well, why don’t we set that up right now then?”
Ron blinks and then grins even wider.
“Looks like we’ve awakened a bit of a monster.”
Harry flushes a bit but ultimately he just smiles sheepishly and shrugs his shoulders. He won’t deny that he’s had some sort of ‘awakening’ today. Ron chuckles once more and nods in agreement with Harry’s earlier suggestion.
“Yeah… yeah let’s make a thing of this, alright? Do Saturday evenings work for you? Every Saturday, we come down here, maybe trade off on who’s booking the room, and you fuck my wife senseless for me. How does that sound Harry?”
A loud groan is all Ron gets in response at first, and the red head pulls out from the table to watch the full picture as Harry holds Hermione’s head tightly to his crotch and comes down her throat, the brunette witch swallowing nonstop as she drinks down every last drop. When he finishes his release, Harry gives Ron another sheepish smile and nods in agreement.
“That… that sounds great Ron.”
The two wizards shake on the deal and shortly after, Hermione is dressed again, though Harry has to transfigure a skirt for her to make up for the skirt and panties he destroyed. Of course, he just can’t quite resist making it a little shorter than before, just short enough that if Hermione moves too fast, people might catch a glimpse of her pussy cleft, still dripping his cum down her legs.
Of course, there’s no real worry of Hermione moving too fast, what with the rough anal pounding Harry’s given her. The young witch actually has to lean on her husband for support as she limps out of the room with Ron holding her up. The red head gives Harry one last smile and nod over his shoulder before they walk out the door, and Harry returns it, even as he looks to his own clothes and begins to get dressed.
He already can’t wait for next Saturday. Is that wrong? Perhaps, but if anything he just did with Hermione is wrong, he doesn’t want to be right. The only one it might have hurt is Ron… and since it was Ron’s suggestion in the first place, Harry’s conscience is clear
