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Hermione Granger sighed resignedly after her husband, Ron Weasley, grunted and climaxed way too soon. Again. He rolled to the side, and she just stared vacantly at the ceiling. After seven years of marriage, this had become the usual outcome of their sexual intercourse. Their first year together, there had been passion and experimentation in their bed, but afterwards their sex life had fallen into a rut. Ron had never been imaginative or adventurous in bed, but she made up for that deficiency the first year. Now their sex life followed a set routine: groping of her tits, a few kisses, and immediate penetration in a missionary position or variation thereof. Ron didn't even seem that interested in blowjobs anymore, which he had loved and constantly requested before they got married. On the other hand, it had been more than a year since she had been able to convince Ron to eat her pussy.
Hermione let out a frustrated sigh and reached into the bottom drawer of her night table to grab her vibrator. At first, Ron had been offended that she had to rely on Muggle sex toys to get off, but even he realised that the vibrators and dildos his wife regularly used to reach an orgasm were the only thing holding their marriage together. She had started with a lipstick-tube-sized vibrator that she could easily carry in her purse. It also had the advantage of not offending Ron's fragile self-esteem. She never let him see her using anything bigger than five inches to spare his sensibilities. Secretly, her sex toys had gradually grown bigger, and she kept a nine-inch dildo hidden from him for that reason. Hermione only indulged in its use when she was sure he would be away.
The vibrator roared to life, its distinctive sound filling the room. Ron watched as Hermione closed her eyes, bit her lower lip and pressed the toy against her pussy. A few minutes later, Hermione shuddered, and a big smile brightened her face. "Fuck, that was good," she whispered. Quietly, she reached down to put the vibrator back in the drawer and let out a contented sigh when she lay back on the bed.
Hermione figured Ron had been long asleep, so she was startled when he suddenly spoke.
"I found a huge rubber dildo inside one of the shoe boxes in the closet the other day," he said evenly.
Hermione's eyebrows hit her hairline, and she whipped around to face him. "What were you doing going through my things!" she demanded to know. Indignation was better than feeling shame.
"I wasn't," he replied with a defeated tone. "I dropped the box accidentally, and it fell out. Am I not enough?"
There was an extended, oppressive silence. Hermione squirmed guiltily, avoiding his eyes. She still loved Ron, and she had never been unfaithful to him, but there had been an itch growing within her for the last couple of years. She had begun to wonder what sex would be like with another man. A man with a big, fat cock.
Hermione gathered her courage and looked him in the eye. "You know you were my first one. You saw me bleed." He nodded. "You're still my only one, Ron, but sometimes I wish…"
"What?"
"Ron…" she pleaded. The last thing Hermione wanted was to hurt him. The last thing she wanted was to confess her base sexual desires to him.
"You can tell me the truth," he spat. "I'm a big boy."
"That's the problem!" Hermione shot back. "It's as if we're back at Hogwarts. You still want to do the bare minimum, and that's not enough for a woman in bed!" Her expression softened. "You need to make more of an effort, Ron."
"Admit it. You need a bigger cock to satisfy you."
Hermione remembered the night of the Yule Ball at the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Viktor Krum was snogging her in an empty classroom, pressing his erection against her abdomen.
"I haf to haf you, Hermi-own-ne," the Bulgarian insisted.
Hermione did the only thing she could think of to avoid losing her virginity. She kneeled in front of him and pulled his sizable penis out of his pants. She was giving him a hand job, wide-eyed and eager, but that was not enough for Viktor. He wanted a blowjob, so she shoved his cock into her mouth. Hermione submissively looked up into his eyes and let him fuck her throat until he came. And Merlin forgive her; she had enjoyed it. Despite all the spit rolling down her chin, despite all the gagging and her mascara running down her face, she had enjoyed not being in control and enjoyed having Viktor take what he wanted.
Then she remembered a morning in the tent during the Horcrux hunt, after Ron had left. Harry was asleep, with a huge morning erection visible through his pyjama trousers. She muffled a gasp with her hand and turned away from him, but a few seconds later, she turned back for a proper look. She felt a rush of lust and excitement as she tried to guess his dimensions. Ginny was not kidding when, one evening, she walked warily and bow-legged into the girls' dormitory at Hogwarts after having her cherry popped. "Harry must have some giant blood in him," she had declared before collapsing onto her bed.
Hermione shook those thoughts from her mind. She decided to be honest with Ron. "Your penis is adequate, love. You can satisfy me when you try, but you also need to use your hands and mouth. You used to know where my clit was, but it seems you've forgotten. All you want to do is stick it in and get it over as quickly as possible."
After she finished speaking, Hermione regretted the bitterness in her voice. Ron looked stricken.
"Just what a bloke wants to hear," he replied sarcastically, "That his bits are adequate."
They remained silent for a couple of minutes, watching the ceiling, still naked.
Hermione sighed. "I think we need more variety in our sex life, Ron. Some excitement."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Do something crazy."
Ron stared at his wife, but she refused to look back at him. "If I gave you one free pass to fuck anyone you wanted, who would you fuck?"
Hermione gaped at him, shocked. "Be serious."
"I am serious."
Hermione scoffed. "You would let another man fuck me, and you would be okay with that?"
"Yes," he replied. "If you let me watch."
"That's sick!" Hermione spat with disgust.
Ron chuckled. "I know who you want to fuck. I bet you would scream, begging for more."
"You're mad!"
"Harry…"
The name hung in the air like an accusation. Hermione was speechless, her jaw hanging open.
Ron chuckled. "Are you going to deny it?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, boiling with anger. "No. I won't deny it! He is the only other man I've ever been close to. It's only natural to wonder about what could have been."
"I knew it," Ron exclaimed with a triumphant smile.
Hermione no longer felt generous and went for the jugular. "At least Harry knows how to properly fuck a woman. Last New Year's Eve party, Ginny was drunk, and she bragged about how Harry could fuck her for hours with his massive cock. Believe me. I wasn't the only woman there ready to have a go with him! And to be clear. I know Ginny wasn't exaggerating. I saw his cock in the tent when you left!"
There was a deathly silence in the room.
Ron took a deep breath. "Harry wants to fuck you too."
"What?" Hermione exclaimed, shocked.
"We were having some pints at the Leaky Cauldron when the subject of who we would like to shag if we could, came up…"
"Typical men," Hermione interjected with disgust.
"… and Harry said you were the only other woman he had ever considered shagging."
Hermione blinked like an owl, unable to suppress the pleasant sensation flowing through her bare skin. "I know you shagged Lavender; she wouldn't shut up about it in the dormitory. Who did you say you would want to shag?"
"Luna."
"Luna?" Hermione exclaimed, raising to a sitting position, her opulent breasts jiggling as she did. She noticed that Ron was getting hard again, which was something of a rarity for him. Her voice came low and sultry. "Would you really want to watch Harry fucking me with that huge cock of his. Would you let him wreck my pussy while I scream for more?"
Ron shrugged as his cock hardened completely.
Hermione giggled, "Oh my god! You really would!" She reached with her hand and stroked him. "Could I suck Harry's cock?"
"Yes," Ron replied, his breathing becoming irregular.
Hermione straddled him and guided his hard penis to her centre. She realised she was totally wet as she lowered herself onto his manhood. "Would you let Harry fuck me in the arse?"
"Blimey, Hermione. Are you sure about that?" Ron said as he fondled her breasts. "Harry and I shared a room for years. I know what he's packing."
"I'll probably have to wear a nappy for a couple of days after he's finished with my bumhole. Would you mind?" she teased as her hand reached for her clit. The bushy-haired witch was now bouncing wildly on top of Ron's cock.
"Oh, fuck! If you want it in the arse, you can take it in the arse. You have a free pass!"
"What about Luna?" Hermione asked breathlessly. "Why do you want to fuck her?"
"I bet she's fun in bed, and I always wondered if she had a blond bush."
"She does. I've seen her and Ginny naked."
"That's not fair. You shouldn't have told me." Ron whinged. He was determined not to spill himself just yet. "How come you saw them naked?"
Hermione laughed, bouncing even harder on top of him, her index and middle fingers tapping her clit with more urgency. "The three of us went through a bi-curious phase when you were being an arse with Lavender, and Harry was ignoring Ginny. Luna eats pussy like a champ…. Oh god… fuck me harder, Ron!"
Ron began driving his hips up to meet Hermione's downward thrusts. He pulled hard on her nipples. "Fuck, I'm going to come."
"No! hold on a little longer, baby. Make me come, please," Hermione pleaded, looking down at him.
Ron grew determined to make her finish. He bit his lower lip until it hurt, and his hips became a blur driving into her pussy. Hermione's cries of pleasure filled the room for the first time in five years.
Hermione's face and neck flushed. "I'm coming, Ron. I'm coming!" she screamed as hot jets of spunk filled her pussy. Her quivering body sank on top of her husband.
A couple of minutes later, once the orgasmic haze in her brain had cleared, Hermione looked at Ron, eyes brimming with tears and kissed him passionately on the lips. It had been too long since they had shared orgasms.
Hermione stayed on top of him. A minute later, she spoke softly. "You think Harry would agree to your plan?"
"I know he would," Ron replied evenly. "He always had fantasies about fucking you. Even in school. The problem is, will Ginny agree?"
Hermione considered the question and chuckled. "I think she would. She would probably want to watch as well. Whenever Luna and I were going at it, she loved watching. She was the freakiest of us three."
Ron smiled. "I can't believe you experimented with women. That's so hot."
"You're such a boy," Hermione reprimanded. "It was just a phase. I prefer men, and so does Ginny. Luna, though, I think, is truly bisexual. Her tongue is freakishly long, and she can do amazing things with it, like touching the tip of her chin."
"Really?" Ron asked, his curiosity piqued.
"She would tickle our bumholes with her tongue." Hermione closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "Mmmm, that was so good." Ron stared, shocked, and Hermione laughed. "It was," she protested. "We did kind of an Ouroboros circle to eat each other out, and Ginny and I would fight about who would get Luna first."
Suddenly, Hermione's head shot up and looked down at Ron's crotch. "Are you getting hard again, Weasley?"
"You're talking about three women eating each other's pussies. What do you expect?" he protested.
"You haven't eaten pussy in a long time…"
Before she finished that sentence, Ron had spun Hermione on her back and dove between her legs.
"Oh, fuck!" Hermione cried. "Lap it up, Ron. Lap up your cum and my cum!"
Ten minutes later, her breathing was almost back to normal.
"You see," Ron observed triumphantly. "I do know where your clit is."
Hermione laughed, and the couple returned to their silent contemplation. "Do you really want to do this?" she asked at last.
Ron looked at his wife guiltily and embarrassed. "I've had fantasies of other men fucking you for a while, but Harry is the only one I would ever trust to do it."
Hermione felt the itch within her growing more urgent. "I've had wet dreams of sex with Harry since our third year, and I've had big-cock sex fantasies since I saw him sleeping in the tent." She looked at her husband guiltily. "It's an itch I need to scratch."
Ron looked at her, all his insecurities reflected in his face. "Do you think you could ever be satisfied again with my cock?"
Hermione placed the palm of her hand on his cheek and pecked his lips. "I love you, Ron. I don't love Harry, at least not that way. I married you, knowing the size of your penis and knowing the size of his. We just had the most amazing sex in a long time, and I know you can satisfy me if you work at it." She paused to gather her thoughts. "I just need to get this big-cock sex itch out of my system."
Ron seemed excited to set his plan in motion. "I'll ask Harry if we can have dinner at Grimmauld Place tomorrow night"
O-o-O-o-O
After dinner, Ron and Hermione sat in the parlour, exchanging nervous glances. Harry and Ginny exchanged a quizzical look, wondering what was going on between the couple. They were aware that the pair had been experiencing marital problems lately.
"What would you like to drink, Ron?" Harry asked. "A Butterbeer?"
Ron swallowed hard. "I'd rather have some Firewhisky."
Harry shot another quizzical glance at Ginny. "How about you, Hermione? Perhaps a glass of white wine?"
"I'll have Firewhisky too."
Ginny immediately knew something was not right. "What's wrong? Has something happened?" she asked, alarmed.
"No," Hermione replied succinctly.
Harry handed the visitors a glass of Firewhisky each, then picked up a couple more for Ginny and himself. "So, what do you want to tell us?"
Seconds seemed like minutes in the oppressive silence. Hermione gave Ron a subtle kick in the shin.
Ron spoke while avoiding eye contact. "This was my idea, and Hermione… well, she would like to try it too."
"Would you two just spill it?" Ginny demanded, frustrated. Harry approached and took her hand to calm her down.
Hermione's eyes were fixed on the tip of her shoes. "We've been married for seven years, just like the two of you, and we've been in a kind of a rut lately. We want to spice up our sex life…"
Harry and Ginny exchanged a wide-eyed look. "Why are you telling us this?" Harry inquired.
Hermione took a deep breath before continuing. "Ron has a sexual fantasy that partially overlaps with my own sexual fantasy…"
Ron cut in. "Hermione wants to have big-cock sex, and I want to watch."
Harry and Ginny exchanged a knowing glance. They, too, had been trying to think of ways to spice up their sex life lately. Ginny spoke, withholding judgement. "And you thought of Harry. I wonder why…"
Ron looked up. "Harry once said Hermione was the only other woman he had ever considered shagging…"
"I know that," Ginny interrupted firmly. "Harry and I talk frankly about our fantasies in bed. It doesn't mean it's a good idea to make them a reality."
Hermione finally made eye contact with Ginny, dreading the reaction she would see in her eyes. Ginny was smiling weakly at her.
"Hermione," Ginny said kindly. "I love you more than a sister. I know Harry has always fantasised about having sex with you. I get that part. You two have shared a lot. I also get the part of wanting to experience big-cock sex. Believe me, it's amazing. What I don't get is Ron watching you and Harry fucking. Is that what you want?"
Harry took a pull of his glass. "That's some sick shit," he said, directing a glance at Ron, who looked as if he was wishing the earth would open and swallow him.
"Don't you dare judge him, Harry!" Hermione hissed, coming to her husband's defence. "His fantasy is as valid as mine or yours. And to answer your question, Ginny, yes. The more I think about it, the more it excites me." She turned to stare at Harry. "If you want to fuck me, you will have to let him watch!"
Harry raised his hand defensively. "Ron has been my best mate since I was eleven years old. What if he resents me afterwards? What if this ends our friendship?"
Ron straightened his back. "I trust you, Harry. I'm not going to resent you for doing what I want."
There was a prolonged silence.
Ginny finally spoke up. "I see only one problem with this arrangement."
"What problem?" Hermione inquired.
Ginny chuckled. "Harry gets to fuck his fantasy girl; Hermione kills two birds with one stone by having big-cock sex with his fantasy boy; and Ron gets to satisfy his surprisingly kinky kink. But what about my fantasy?"
Three faces turned toward Ginny. Harry had a knowing grin on his face.
Ginny stared straight into Hermione's eyes and smiled. "Next time she's in town, I want Luna, you and me together in a bed again, but this time I also want Harry to join us so he can fuck all three of us raw."
Hermione laughed. "Agreed."
"Can I watch?" Ron asked hopefully.
"Absolutely not," Ginny replied implacably. "You don't get to see me naked."
"Oh, that's right," Ron said, disappointed.
A second round of Firewhisky was served, and toasts were made.
"When do you want to do this?" Harry asked.
"How about here at Grimmauld Place, this Friday?" Hermione offered.
Harry nodded. "Sounds good to me."
Ginny chuckled. "Too bad I won't get to see you getting shagged stupid, Hermione."
"Why not?"
"I have weekend training in Holyhead."
"Do you want us to do it next weekend instead?"
"No. I would rather not see my brother… watching."
Hermione laughed. "I'm not going to be shagged stupid anyway."
Ginny grinned knowingly. "I guarantee that after an hour with Harry, your IQ will be down to zero."
All four laughed.
Harry looked thoughtfully at Hermione. "It's your fantasy. How would you like it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want it gentle or rough?"
"Oh, I see." Hermione took a deep breath, her cheeks and ears burning. "I want you to take charge, Harry. You're free to use me as you see fit. I'm tired of being the boss. I'll let you be the boss this time."
"Are anal and oral allowed?"
Hermione's chest heaved. "Everything is allowed, Harry. I'll come prepared."
Harry turned to Ginny. "Show her your forearm."
After Ginny extended her slim, but well-toned forearm, Harry turned back to the brunette. "Can you handle something that thick?"
Hermione looked at Ginny's arm, and her chest heaved again. She rubbed her thighs together, wetness seeping through her knickers. "Oh, god, yes. I don't care if it hurts."
Ginny giggled and said, "Blimey, Hermione. You're kinkier than I thought. And don't worry, we keep plenty of lube in our night table." She whipped around to face Ron. "Stop doing that in front of me!"
Her brother sheepishly removed his hand from his crotch.
"I've been thinking about this for years," Hermione explained. "Thank you both for making my fantasy come true."
"Anytime…" Harry started to say, but Ginny elbowed him in the ribs.
"Don't act as if you're doing her a favour," she chuckled.
O-o-O-o-O
The following Friday, Hermione left her Ministry office on time, a rare occurrence for her. Once she got home, she took a long shower, taking the time to shave her legs and armpits, and to give her pubic hair a good trim. She put on a sexy bra and knickers that she had bought especially for the occasion, and applied a delicate French fragrance all over her body.
She had struggled to decide which dress to wear. Was this a date? A meeting between friends? Or something different altogether? As she performed an enema charm on her abdomen, she began to feel nervous. She was about to have a fuck date with her best friend, Harry, whom she had known since she was eleven. Would they be able to see each other the next day and still remain just friends? As she put on red lipstick, she wondered if kissing was allowed. How should she react if Harry wanted to snog her? Ron obviously didn't mind if she put Harry's cock into her mouth, but would he mind if his and her tongues danced in their mouths?
It was 15 minutes to eight—the time they had agreed to meet for dinner. Ron was pacing nervously and impatiently in the sitting room of their home. Hermione decided on a simple prussian blue dress that highlighted her best attributes. Ginny remained strikingly beautiful, but without any false modesty, Hermione knew her opulent breasts and bum still turned heads. When Hermione stepped into the sitting room, Ron gave her a surprised look, and she felt guilty for not putting in this much effort dressing for him in a long time. She promised herself she would change that.
Ron beamed at her. "You look beautiful, love."
Hermione stepped closer and kissed him on the lips. "Next Friday, I want to go on a date with you. Deal?"
"Deal!" he replied enthusiastically.
"One more thing before we go," Hermione said cautiously. "Things are bound to get heated, and there will definitely be kissing…"
Ron's eyes widened; he clearly hadn't considered that possibility. After a moment, he responded, "I'd rather you didn't snog him, but it's your fantasy, love. I'll close my eyes if I have to."
Feeling a rush of affection for him, Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. "Only you are allowed to snog me, love."
After Hermione retouched her lipstick, the couple Apparated to Grimmauld Place, where Harry and Kreacher received them at the door.
Dinner conversation was routine. The food was delicious and the wine excellent. They talked about the latest Ministry rumours, Ginny's chances of making the England World Cup Team, and the latest news from the Weasley clan. Not a word was said about what would happen later until after pudding.
Hermione spoke softly. "Harry, the other night I said you could use me any way you want; fuck me any way you wish." Harry nodded. "I just have one request: no French kissing. I want that to be exclusive to Ron and me."
Harry smiled gently at both. "I think that's a wonderful gesture. Ginny expressed similar reservations, but ultimately she left it up to me." He smiled fondly. "She trusts me."
"I know her trust is well placed," Hermione observed.
Harry turned toward Ron. "You will excuse me, mate, if I pretend you're not there. I've never had sex with an audience before."
"I'll try to remain invisible," Ron replied.
Harry stood up and extended an inviting hand toward Hermione. "Are you ready?"
Hermione silently took his hand, and they ascended the stairs to the master bedroom. The room was bathed in soft light, and there were a couple of armless chairs on either side of the bed. Harry guided her to the base of the bed and faced her, placing a hand on her cheek. He kissed her face and neck, embracing her as his hands roamed her back and waist. A nervous shiver flowed through Hermione's body, but gradually, she began to respond to his kisses with growing ardour. When his hand squeezed her bum, a moan escaped her lips. She was really getting into it now.
"I always thought you were pretty, you know? Despite the bushy hair," Harry chuckled.
Hermione playfully punched his upper arm. "I only began to consider you as boyfriend material until our fourth year, when you stopped being scrawny and developed a pinchable bum," she replied playfully as she pinched said bum.
Harry reached to undo the zipper on her dress and gently slid it off her shoulders. Hermione shifted until it fell to the floor, stepping out of it. Harry resumed kissing her neck and shoulders, sending jolts down her spine. She began to undo the buttons of his fitted shirt, feeling the hard body beneath it. Once it was off, she ran her hand on his lean, wiry chest. Her breathing became shallower as she reached to undo his belt and the zipper of his pants. Harry unclasped her bra and stepped out of his pants as he tossed the bra to the side.
"Your tits are amazing!" Harry said as he fondled them. Her breasts were a cup bigger than Ginny's, but they were just as firm and perky. The areolas were dark and large, the size of a Galleon, and her lovely, erect nipples were quite prominent. His hands then reached back and slid under the elastic of her lacy knickers. Hermione moaned as he groped her bum. Harry kissed her mouth tentatively, making no attempt to deepen the kiss.
"Is that okay?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes," she replied, her voice hot, before enthusiastically kissing the surface of his lips.
Hermione's hand slid down his chest, and she felt his bulky, flaccid manhood under his boxer briefs. "Oh, Harry," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "That's big, and it's not even hard yet."
Harry pulled down Hermione's knickers and then stepped out of his boxer briefs, backing toward the bed. Hermione's eyes widened. His flaccid penis was as long and thick as Ron's erect penis. Harry sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back, supporting his upper body on his elbows. He made eye contact and spread his legs.
Hermione understood the implied invitation and approached, kneeling between his legs on the carpet. She kept eye contact with his hypnotic green eyes and then looked at his penis before reaching with one hand to stroke him. She leaned forward, peeled back the foreskin and put the head in her mouth. Harry's head tilted back, and his cock grew quickly in Hermione's hands and mouth. She was stroking him with both hands wrapped around the shaft, and the head filling her mouth. Hermione was fairly sure that any attempt to put any more of his cock in her mouth would dislocate her jaw. From time to time, she would pull back to admire the impressive appendage, her eyes greedily moving up and down the long, thick shaft. Harry had cut his pubic hair as short as possible to enhance the effect of its size.
"Fuck. Me," she whispered. "It's enormous, Harry!" Despite the intimidating dimensions, Hermione could feel her pussy already slick with her arousal. Her nipples were as hard as stone pebbles. She covered his manhood with kisses as she gently fondled his ballsack, before resuming her ministrations.
A little later, Harry sat up and guided her to the centre of the bed, after covering her face, neck, and shoulders with kisses. He began to fondle and suckle on her tits as his right hand caressed her inner thigh on its way to her pussy. His fingers ran through her curly, well-trimmed bush before his middle finger slid along her slick slit and teased her clitoris.
"I'm going to eat this later, if you don't mind," Harry said in a deep, husky voice.
Hermione laughed. "I'm looking forward to it."
He continued his ministrations to her tits and pussy, making her body grow restless and her breathing irregular. She was moaning and panting, and the ache to have him inside her was growing.
"Blimey, Hermione. You're so bloody wet."
"Oh, Harry. I want it. I want that cock," she begged.
Harry kneeled between her spread legs. He squeezed lube onto his cock from a tube he grabbed from the night table, and spread it along the head and shaft before placing the crown of his cock against her opening.
He was not rough, but he wasn't gentle either. He drove his cock into her pussy until it painfully poked her cervix. Her face wrinkled with pain.
"Ahhh, Harry!"
Hermione's cunt had never been so distended. She chanced a look between their bodies, and she figured there were more than four inches of meaty shaft still outside her pussy.
"Ahhh, it's too big, Harry!"
He ignored her pleas, and his hips began to stroke in and out of her, poking her cervix.
"Oh fuck! It's too big!"
Harry spoke with a commanding voice. "You wanted big cock, and tonight you're going to get big cock!"
"But it's too big," Hermione protested.
"Ginny can take all of it," Harry said with a smirk. "Are you saying that little Ginny Weasley can take more cock than you?"
Hermione's competitive streak came through. She gritted her teeth. "I can take it all. Give me all of it!"
Slowly but surely, the height of her cervix adjusted, and each inward stroke stretched her pussy a little more. When she felt his hips finally hit her bum, she gasped. She wasn't sure how it was physically possible to take so much cock.
Then the pleasure started.
"Oh, it's so good, Harry. It's so bloody good!"
She opened her eyes, and Harry was the picture of confidence. He hooked an arm under her left knee, raising her leg. The motion changed, and the force of his strokes increased.
"Oh, fuck. So deep, so full, Harry!"
Minutes later, he hooked his arm under her other knee and raised both her legs to his shoulders. The motion changed again, and he let her have it. Harry set a blistering pace, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. Hermione's brain could no longer form words. Only moans, cries, and screams came from her mouth between panting breaths. She opened her eyes and caught a brief glimpse of Ron, masturbating, before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her entire body began to tremble as she reached the edge of a gigantic orgasm.
"I'm going to come!"
She barely got the words out before she came completely undone. Her entire body convulsed for what seemed like an eternity, as her pussy clenched around Harry's cock. Her vision blackened around the edges, and when she emerged out of the haze, she saw Harry kneeling in front of her, still catching his breath. His wiry torso was sweaty, and his enormous cock was keeping the beat of his heart. It was still as hard and straight as an iron rod, the veins angry and engorged.
"Turn around," he ordered her.
He adjusted the height of her hips and penetrated her from behind. Her head tilted back, and her back arched as she let out a scream of pure pleasure as her pussy was fully split apart, stretched and filled in a single motion.
The railing of her pussy continued unabated, without missing a beat. Her mouth could only produce incoherent sounds as she felt her next orgasm quickly building. His thumb began to tickle her bumhole, and a moment later, it was fully inside her arse.
"I'm going to fuck your arse," he promised between panting breaths.
"Yes, yes, but don't stop now. It's so good!" Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione noticed Ron moving to get a closer look, his cock still in his hand. "You see what your mate is doing to me, Ron? He's wrecking my pussy with his big, fat cock! Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me!"
Harry set a blistering pace to his strokes. The flesh of her ample bum was rippling with each noisy strike of his hips, and his thumb was firmly inside her arse. After a couple of minutes, her body started to shake uncontrollably again.
"AHHHHHHH. FUCK. I'M GOING TO COME!"
Her convulsing body fell flat on the bed. She was barely conscious, but Harry continued to fuck her, grunting as he gradually slowed down. He turned her body around and positioned himself straddling her face on his knees. Hermione opened her heavy eyelids only to see his imposing cock looming over her face.
"Suck it! Suck my cock!"
A jolt of lust coursed through Hermione's veins, and she eagerly grabbed the meaty shaft and guided the crimson head into her mouth. She sucked him hard, trying to put as much meat into her mouth as possible. Harry grunted, and a torrent of cum shot into the back of Hermione's throat. Soon her mouth was full of milky spunk, spilling down the sides of her lips as she kept sucking his manhood. She coughed, and cum sprayed out of her nose. Thick gobs of spunk slid from her nostrils back into her mouth until she finally needed to breathe. She let go and coughed up spunk until, with a gasp, she was able to take a breath.
Harry gently cradled her face against his chest. "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
Hermione nodded as she coughed some more, smearing cum on Harry's chest. They lay in a tight embrace, their bodies sweaty and flushed as both tried to catch their breath. A minute later, Harry pulled back and gently caressed her cum covered face, making sure she was alright.
"That was brilliant," he said before reaching for a hand towel that had been placed on the night table for tonight's activities. Hermione had not quite recovered the power of speech yet, but she nodded her agreement with his assessment. After drying her face and neck, he cleaned his hands and chest.
They lay cuddling for a minute. Hermione could feel Harry's penis against her thigh. It had softened somewhat, but it still retained most of its length and girth. He resumed kissing her, and Harry slowly began to move down her body, laying a string of kisses and soft bites on her tits.
"You smell good," he said huskily.
"Thanks," she whispered between moans.
Hermione gasped when she felt his penis regain its former stiffness. She thanked the gods for Harry's virility, and lust flowed again through her veins. Harry was kissing her inner thighs now, slowly making his way to her pussy. Her body jolted when his tongue ran the length of her soaked slit.
Harry moaned. "Mmm, your pussy is so tasty."
He took a moment to admire her large and meaty pussy lips, spreading her butterfly-wing-shaped folds to reveal the pink interior of her cunt. His tongue probed the tender skin of her vagina, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body. Then he sucked each of her pussy lips into his mouth, allowing his tongue to massage them.
Hermione's brain began to short-circuit when he began to suckle on her clit. Harry was remarkably good at eating pussy, not as good as Luna, of course; she doubted anybody could beat her, but her back was undulating restlessly, her fists had closed on the bedsheets, and her toes were curled. She was near another orgasm.
Suddenly, she came undone, her thighs closing like a vise around Harry's head as she rode the spasms of her body.
He emerged breathless from between her legs and grabbed the tube of lube on the night table, giving her little time for regaining her senses. He squeezed a generous amount of the oily substance on her hand before he looked at his cock.
Hermione's brain finally caught up with his meaning. Both her hands wrapped around the shaft, and they began to slide up and down the entirety of his length until it was slick and shiny. Harry stood up and extended his hand. She took it, and he led her to one of the armless chairs, where he took a seat, his stiff penis pointing to the ceiling.
Harry looked at her with a mischievous smile. "Do you want to take a ride?"
Hermione laughed and blushed prettily. "I've never ridden a horse before. Yes, I would love to." She carefully manoeuvred herself on top of Harry and slowly impaled herself on his cock.
Ron was some distance directly behind his wife, watching as her lovely bum moved with remarkable suppleness up and down the thick shaft of his best friend's cock. He was trying to remain as invisible as possible and not interrupt them. His wife's frantic cries of pleasure as she bounded enthusiastically on top of Harry's huge cock, gave him an odd sexual satisfaction. He watched her pussy gripping his manhood tightly. Her butterfly-wing-shaped pussy lips stretched out on the upward stroke and disappeared on the downward stroke.
"Oh my god, Oh my god!" she was screaming, "It's so big!"
"Are you enjoying big-cock sex?" Harry asked her smugly.
"Yes, yes! It's so good! Your cock feels so bloody good, Harry!"
Ron moved a little and saw how Harry's eyes were fixed on his wife's wildly bouncing breasts. He saw him reach with his hands to fondle her roughly. Then he saw him guide one tit to his mouth, and he bit down and pulled on the hard, erect nipple.
"YES, YES!"
Hermione was shaking on top of Harry, her cum dripping on Harry's lap, but her bum continued bouncing up and down his shaft. Ron never realised his wife could be this athletic. She was coming down hard on his cock now, impaling herself to the hilt on his manhood, making squishy wet sounds each time she bottomed out on his hips.
"OH, GOD!"
She was shaking again, and more cum dripped on Harry's lap. Hermione's uterine fire was out of control; she did not desist. Sweat was running down her back as she continued her frantic ride. Lust and concupiscence radiated from her.
Ron needed to see her face. He moved closer, circling around until he was facing her. Harry's face was buried on her tits, and she was beginning to tire. His hips were driving up to assist her. Hermione's entire face and torso were flushed, and her expression showed pure ecstasy. The alluring aroma of her sex filled the room.
Hermione opened her eyes, and it took a moment for them to be able to focus on Ron's face. "Thank you, Ron. Thank you for letting me do this." The sincerity in her voice touched him deeply. Her eyelids closed, and he noticed her eyeballs rolling back behind them. She shook once more and crumpled, completely exhausted, on top of Harry.
Ron was shocked by Harry's stamina. He placed his hands under Hermione's bum cheeks and easily carried her to the bed, placing her face down, her legs slightly spread. Then he reached into a drawer of the night table and took out another tube of lube. The contents of this one were thicker than the one they had used until now.
His fingers teased the rosette of Hermione's bumhole before inserting one slick finger in. Hermione's head tilted back with a moan, and she turned her head to see him.
"There's no quit in you, is there?" she said, her amusement evident. "Can I ask you a personal question, Harry?"
"Of course," he replied calmly as his finger continued to probe her bum.
"Have you ever fucked Ginny in the arse?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Brave girl."
Harry chuckled. "She only lets me do it on special occasions." He flashed her a devilish smile before continuing, "But you have to agree this is a special occasion," he added with a raised eyebrow.
Hermione's laughter was full of mirth. "Indeed, it is. If Ginny can take that thing in the arse, so can I."
"That's the Gryffindor I know," he chuckled. "This is a magical anal lubricant," he explained, showing her the tube. "It will prevent tearing and reduce the initial pain without diminishing the pleasure. It's a lesser-known invention of my grandfather, Fleamont Potter. You'd be surprised how well it sells. We export it worldwide. By the way, I'm inserting another finger."
Hermione felt the second finger go in, and a pleasurable frisson rippled through her body. "Mmm, Harry, that actually felt good."
"It's called Dragon Glide," Harry continued with a chuckle. "It has no dragon ingredients, but my grandad thought the name would be helpful in the Asian market. Make sure you mention it to all your family and friends. We rely on word-of-mouth for promotion"
Hermione turned halfway around, her face beaming with outraged amusement. "You expect me to tell all my family and friends about how much I enjoy using an anal lubricant?"
Harry laughed with her. "The Potter vaults will thank you." Hermione was squirming and moaning at this point, so Harry removed both fingers. "I think you're ready."
Hermione seemed disappointed by the absence of his fingers. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," he replied. "Will you help me, please?" he asked, looking down at his penis.
Hermione noticed that his cock had lost rigidity, and a lustful glint shone in her eye. "I'd love to help you with that."
Harry lay down on the bed, and Hermione was quickly on top of him. She pressed her lips against his and then whispered in his ear so that Ron wouldn't hear her. "This is my first time doing anal, Harry. Be gentle."
Harry looked surprised. "How can a couple be married for seven years and not try anal sex?" he exclaimed, not bothering to lower his voice. "One thing I love about Ginny," he continued, "is that she is willing to try anything at least once, including this crazy plan. Some of our best sex has actually been her idea, like the time we shagged in the women's loo at the Leaky Cauldron while all our friends were outside celebrating Neville's birthday."
Hermione cringed, but she still moved close to his ear to whisper. "Ron thinks it's icky, even though there are charms for that. You know how he is."
Harry nodded, and Hermione resumed a trail of kisses down toward his groin. He sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, gently rolling it around with her tongue before doing the same with the other. She kissed her way up the underside of the shaft. "Mmmm, the skin is so warm and soft," she declared. By the time she wrapped her mouth around the head, his manhood was already fully erect. She pulled back to get a good look, and then her eyes met his. "Just seeing your cock makes me wet."
Harry applied plenty of Dragon Glide to his penis. "Get to the edge of the bed," he told Hermione, standing up.
She complied, looking back, trying to adjust her hips to his height. A nervous tingle coursed through her body as Harry stepped forward and smeared more lube on her bumhole. She felt the warmth of his cock against her arse, and she knew there was no turning back. Harry took his time, probing gently, before finally inserting his penis.
There was pain. Oh, there was pain, alright, but it was bearable. The pain was blessedly short-lived, and then a completely new and different sexual experience unfolded. The pleasure was similar and yet different from the pleasure she experienced vaginally. Never in her wildest dreams had Hermione thought that getting fucked in the arse could be so enjoyable. Her hips began to buck back to meet Harry's thrusts. The sensation of his hard rod, driving deep inside her abdomen, was weird, but good.
"Oh, my god. I'm such a dirty slut," Hermione cried. "I like it in the arse, Harry!"
Harry took hold of her hips, and encouraged by her cries of pleasure, he went deeper and harder. After a couple of minutes, she was frantic.
"I think I'm going to come. Oh, fuck. I'm going to come!"
Harry reached around and, with the open palm of his hand, slapped her clit repeatedly. Hermione screamed as if she were being murdered, and a powerful spray of transparent liquid shot out of her pussy. Harry grunted, and he unloaded a torrent of spunk into her arse. Hermione collapsed on the bed as more cum and liquid poured out of her pussy. She was having a severe case of the shakes, so Harry got into bed with her and held her tightly against his body until her tremors diminished.
It took a couple of minutes for them to catch their breath. Hermione's voice was shaky and full of shame. "I'm sorry, Harry," she said, feeling the damp sheets. "Your bed, Harry… I'm so sorry."
"I take it this was your first time squirting?"
Hermione looked at him, puzzled.
"I know it was traumatic for Ginny her first time. She has squirted many times on this bed since," he said with a chuckle. "Don't worry. There is this thing called magic, you see? We have a permanent impervious charm on the mattress, and the sheets are easily washed and dried."
Hermione slapped his chest, pouting. "Are you trying to make me feel better, or did this really happen to Ginny?"
"Yes, but not all the time. Ginny can, on occasion, squirt from both anal and vaginal sex."
"Oi!" Ron called out. "I don't want to hear that."
Harry and Hermione had momentarily forgotten about Ron. Harry avoided looking in his direction. "Are your bits inside your pants, mate?" he asked.
"Yes," Ron replied. Harry and Hermione turned to look at him. Ron was looking at his wife with concern. "Are you okay, love?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes. That was mind-blowing. Thank you, love," she said sincerely to her husband. "Thank you again for letting me experience this." She then turned to Harry, her face full of affection. "Thank you, Harry, for an eye-opening evening. It's a pity Ginny isn't here, so I could thank her. I know it couldn't have been easy for her. Let me know as soon as she returns so I can thank her personally."
Harry smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss on her temple. "Don't mention it." After a moment, he added. "I think we both need a shower. Do you want to go first?" he asked Hermione.
Hermione initially considered suggesting they shower together, but then realised that taking separate showers was the first step in re-establishing boundaries. "No, you go first. I want a word with Ron, if you don't mind. After Harry went into the bathroom, and they could hear the water running, she turned to her husband.
"Are you alright, love?" she asked cautiously.
Ron nodded silently. "Harry is very good in bed, isn't he?"
Hermione carefully considered her answer. "And so were you in our first year, Ron. I was getting all the mind-blowing sex I could handle from you." Her voice softened. "We just grew complacent and got into a rut. I prioritised work over our relationship. Instead, I should have been more available for you; I should have dressed up for you more often; I should have taken the initiative, instead of always waiting for you to make the first move."
"The fault is mine,' Ron interjected. "I only did what I was comfortable with, always afraid to try new things. I should have shagged you in a loo when we were out with our friends…"
Hermione laughed and interrupted. "Let's make it a date, Ron. Let's have a quickie in a loo the next time we're out with friends, consequences be damned!"
Ron's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes. Let's do it! It's a date!"
They both laughed, their faces brighter than they had been in ages.
Ron added with a chuckle. "And I'll buy some of that Dragon Glide stuff. That looked like fun, and you enjoyed it."
"I did," Hermione confirmed. "I certainly did."
"And from now on," Ron continued, "don't hide your monster dildoes from me. If you feel the need to stuff one in your pussy, I'll help you."
They laughed once more, exchanging affectionate glances.
"Come here," Hermione called, curling her index finger. When Ron sat beside her on the bed, she snogged him. After catching her breath, she continued. "You know, Muggles have something called sex therapy for couples struggling with intimacy. Sometimes they use sex surrogates. I think we just got a free sex therapy session and a surrogate."
"No, you didn't. Wait for my bill in the next owl post," Harry said, standing at the bathroom doorway in a bathrobe.
Hermione squealed and covered herself with her hands. "Turn around, Harry. I'm naked!!!"
Harry's jaw almost dropped to the floor. "What?"
"Turn around!" Hermione insisted.
Once Harry turned around, Hermione covered herself with the bedsheets and headed for the shower. “Oww, oww, oww! Damn you, Harry! I won't be able to walk right for a week." She punched him playfully on the arm as she passed by. "The two of you wait for me downstairs," she ordered before closing the door.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and laughed.
"Your wife is a nutter, you know?" Harry said as they left the bedroom.
"I know, but I love her," Ron replied.
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