Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Three Friends in a Tent	By : BlueJuvenal Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22483 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or its characters. I am not making a profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Three Friends in a Tent
- 1
Harry approached the tent with the bag full of food in his arms. Grocery shopping was a different experience when wearing an invisibility cloak. At least three Muggles almost ran into him with their shopping carts while he was traipsing through the market aisles. It still struck him as sad and peculiar that everyone around him led normal lives while he was trapped in a bubble of danger. The cloak protected him from unfriendly eyes, but it also stopped him from clasping welcome hands.

Harry saw his breath form before his face. His ears were stinging with cold. He was very much looking forward to the warmth and comfort of the tent. He pulled back the flap and entered the magical shelter. He wasn’t sure what Ron and Hermione were up to, but he was definitely sure they would be grateful for his haul of goods.

He put the groceries down on the floor and looked around; Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be seen. He was about to call out to them, when he heard the bunk bed around the corner squeak repeatedly. He felt his mouth dry out. Harry slowly and quietly stepped towards the bend in the tent. He knew he should have given them warning, but his curiosity got the better of him. He heard Hermione breathing audibly. Harry made an adjustment to his pants.

He turned the corner and saw Hermione and Ron on the lower bunk together. Hermione, with the blankets draped over her, was grinding her body on top of Ron, who was underneath grasping her breasts. Harry felt shock and exhilaration echo inside him. Ron he knew for a horn ball, but he never thought Hermione could look and act so erotically.

“Fuck. .” Ron whispered.

Harry observed his dreamy look and smiled; if he could pleasure Ron like that, and had to see that bemused expression, he would have a hard time not laughing. Harry was struck at how Hermione’s curly, brown hair spilled onto Ron’s chest while she shook her body. He imagined feeling her quick breath on his own neck as she rode him in bed. Ron and Hermione were lucky to have each other on this adventure. Their relationship was a great convenience to them. Harry frowned; he was not in the mood to enjoy the concept of convenience.

After again adjusting himself, he grunted. Hermione and Ron whipped their heads in his direction. Harry thought of mating rabbits caught on the street by a pair of automobile headlights.

“I got some food. Just wanted to let you two know. When you’re done, come outside the tent and get me.”

Harry turned around and walked back around the tent. He considered scooping up an apple from the grocery bag, but he realized he wasn’t all that hungry and would only eat to give himself something to do. He left the tent and stared at the dead, brown leaves on the floor of the forest. He thought about gathering wood and making a fire, when he heard the tent flap flutter behind him. He turned around and saw Hermione standing by the entrance with the blanket wrapped around her. She looked concerned about something.

“Harry, get inside. It’s freezing out here.”

“It’s okay, Hermione. I’d just be in the way.”

Hermione lightly shuffled her feet and looked over Harry’s head at the skeletal trees.

“Look, we can’t sit around thinking about war and Horcruxes all day. .”

Harry waved her off.

“I said it’s okay. Really. I understand. Seriously, just let me know when you’re done and we’ll have lunch.”

Hermione wet her chilled lips. Harry had no idea what she was about to say.

“Ron and I talked about it last night.” She took a step towards Harry. “Why don’t you join us?”

Harry blinked and forgot how cold he was. He didn’t bother to adjust himself this time. Did he correctly hear what Hermione asked?

“Sorry?”

Hermione smiled and looked down at Harry’s salient groin.

“We want you to join us in our love-making.” Hermione stated clearly.

Harry looked into her mischievous eyes. He wondered what it might be like to touch Hermione’s breasts the way he saw Ron touch them. He imagined kissing her slender neck and soft ears. He gave his head a quick shake.

“What about Ginny?” The second he finished asking the question he knew it was too late; he was hopelessly seduced.

“Come inside and relax.” Hermione raised her arm and offered Harry her hand. He caught a glimpse of her naked form beneath the blanket. “It’s okay if you want to touch me, Harry.”

Harry reached out and touched Hermione’s arm. Whatever trouble he was about to get into, it at least beat standing around outside in the cold.

Harry followed Hermione inside the tent to the bunk bed. Harry noticed Ron smiling at him.

“We can’t have you waiting around in the cold, mate.”

Hermione dropped the blanket from her shoulders. Harry stared at her breathlessly. Her body was magnificent. Harry felt badly for all the boys who might have wanted to ask her out but were deceptively turned off by her bookish demeanor.

She turned towards Harry and put her arms around his neck. Harry glanced at Ron nervously.

“You sure about this?”

Ron chuckled but it was Hermione who answered.

“Ron doesn’t have final say on what I get to do with my body.”

Harry was surprised by her stern rebuke. He didn’t look again at Ron.

“Sorry, Hermione. It’s just this is kind of weird.”

Hermione stroked Harry’s neck with her fingers. “Sometimes weird can be good.” She pushed up on her feet and kissed Harry. She began ruffling his hair. Harry enjoyed the sensation of her lips against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back.

Hermione lowered her hands and unfastened Harry’s belt buckle while he pushed his tongue into her mouth. The seconds seemed incredibly conspicuous, as if the minutes of time were forged of lead. Harry felt his pants loosen and collapse around his shoes. Hermione ran her finger against the material of Harry’s shorts, pressing on his enlarged cock. She backed away and tempted him towards her.

“Take off the rest of your clothes and get in bed with us.” She instructed.

Harry glanced at Ron and saw he was eyeing Hermione hungrily. Harry was hungry as well. He took off his shirt, shorts, socks, shoes, and glasses and approached the bunk.

Hermione laid herself on the bed in front of Harry with her legs spread. Harry got down on his knees and observed Hermione’s pussy; it was pink and luscious with sprigs of brown hair on top and around it. He hesitated before he reached for her.

“It’s okay, Harry. You can taste me.” Hermione assured him. Harry rubbed the inside of Hermione’s thighs and leaned his mouth into her. He ran his tongue up her warm, moist lining. Hermione quivered.

“Your tongue feels great. Ron, sit here and let me suck you off.”

Harry looked up and saw Ron duck and kneel by Hermione’s head. He gently fondled his gigantic cock before Hermione turned her head into him and took him in her mouth. Harry was enthralled by the trail of saliva Hermione left on Ron’s shaft as she moved her lips back and forth against him.

As Harry lashed at the inside of Hermione with his tongue, he shoved aside any reservations he had concerning their escapade. The three of them had dealt with so much hardship recently, with little joy or pleasure counterbalancing it. They earned the right to indulge in each other’s company. In the end, they would find little reward for their struggles, so perhaps it was best if they reward themselves.

Harry wanted very much to play with Hermione’s clit, so keeping his tongue unfurled and stiff, he shook his head back and forth, brushing her nub with each pass. Hermione moaned into Ron’s dick.

Harry nuzzled beneath Hermione’s hood and rapidly boxed her clit into his teeth. Hermione grabbed his hair and pressed his face deep into her pussy. She released Ron.

“That’s it, Harry. Finger me, please.”

Harry pushed into her pussy with two of his fingers and kept them motionless and slightly bent as he stimulated her clit. He wished Hermione would come in his mouth. Harry recalled some boys in school freaking out over the concept of cunnilingus. He knew they had no idea what they were talking about.

Hermione thrust her pelvis up into Harry. She again brought her mouth away from Ron.

“Oh, Harry. .oh, Harry!”

She beat off Ron with her fist as she threw her head back against the mattress. Harry quickened his licking movements and Hermione came with a scream. Harry swallowed her secretions and kissed the inside of her soft thigh with his sopping mouth. The seconds didn’t seem so heavy anymore; the moment was gone so quickly Harry felt like he dreamt it.

Harry stood up and eyed greedily Hermione’s prone body. She caught her breath and looked at him sinfully.

“Please, Harry. Fuck me.”

Harry rubbed his cock against Hermione’s pussy, basting himself in her cum. He pushed in and let her heat envelope his member. He started out slowly, not wanting to hurt her. However, as he watched Hermione again take Ron in her mouth and Ron squeeze and pinch her tits, Harry increased his speed until he was pounding into her rapidly and incessantly.

Harry reached down and caressed Hermione’s jolting breast. As he did so, his finger brushed Ron’s. Ron looked at Harry and Harry watched his body throb as Hermione sucked at his dick. Hermione hummed with pleasure.

“Do you want to touch Ron, Harry? It’s fine if you do.”

Harry examined Ron’s body and wasn’t sure what he wanted. Hermione sighed.

“Do you know how many times Ginny and I played with each other? Go on, feel his body.”

Harry closed his eyes; the shock of what he heard from Hermione was rippling through him. He envisioned Hermione and Ginny caressing each other in the girls’ dormitory, their brown and red hairs intermingling as they twined their bodies together. He pulled out of Hermione’s pussy for fear of ejaculating prematurely.

He placed his one palm on her mound and with the other reached out and felt Ron’s chest. Ron breathed in quickly and shivered, as if he had just plunged into a pool of cold water. Harry rubbed his nipples and caressed his pulsing stomach. He noticed Ron close his eyes in ecstasy. Harry didn’t think he could stimulate his best friend in this manner and felt a rush of pride in doing so.

“Hermione, make room for me.” He said.

Hermione scooted over and Harry got down next to her. Together, they played with Ron’s cock. Harry wasn’t sure at first what he was doing, but he thought of the things he would like done to himself, and simply applied his fantasies to Ron. He stuck his tongue out and licked one side of Ron’s shaft while Hermione licked the other side. As they both reached the rounded tip, their tongues touched in a wicked kiss. Ron touched both their heads and groaned.

“I think Ron likes it when we lick him. Do you, Ron?” Hermione asked slyly.

“Fuck yeah!” Ron replied.

Harry smiled and moved his mouth down to Ron’s clean, red balls. He kissed them and ran his tongue around the shaved skin. He wasn’t sure if this experience would strengthen their friendship or merely make their Quidditch matches together all the more awkward. Ron pushed his fingers behind Harry’s ear and Hermione got to her knees.

“Harry, not to interrupt, but do you mind lying on your back? I want to ride your cock.”

Harry allowed the thrill of Hermione’s words to spread inside him. He got on his back and Ron pushed his prick into his face. Harry grabbed him by the base and fit his large cock inside his mouth. Ron’s skin against his lips felt incredible, but he wasn’t in a verbal position to say so.

Hermione swung her leg over Harry’s waist, grabbed his aching dick, and fed it into her pussy. She closed her eyes and gasped.

“Wow, Harry, you’re wide. This should be interesting.”

Hermione put her hands on Harry’s chest for support and began thrusting her body into him. With the bed quaking beneath him, Ron stroking his hair, and Hermione convulsing on his thighs, Harry knew he would climax within minutes. He swiftly and shamelessly fucked Ron’s cock with his mouth.

Harry lightly ran his teeth up and down Ron’s shaft while Hermione continued bouncing her ass on top of his groin. Her breathing became audible.

“You’re doing a good job, Harry, but I want to see Ron come. Ron, would you mind finishing yourself off in Harry’s face?” Hermione looked at Harry apologetically. “You don’t mind, Harry?”

Harry shook his head and released Ron from his mouth. Ron grabbed his cock and began jerking off in front of Harry’s cheek. Harry watched as Ron’s fingers flew back and forth speedily before his eyes; he was afraid Ron might slip and accidently punch him. Hermione increased the frequency of her bouncing.

“You like that, don’t you, Harry? Having my boyfriend wank in your face? Having him wank his big dick. .” Hermione broke off and arched backwards, violently grabbing Harry’s legs in the process. Her tits shook and her pupils became lost in her sockets as she opened her mouth and screamed.

“Oh, fuck, Harry! I’m coming on your cock! Oh fuck!”

Ron roared and shot his load onto the side of Harry’s nose. Harry winced as he was splattered with Ron’s seed; he tasted Ron’s hot cum as it trickled into his mouth, and felt Hermione’s cum as it ran down his cock. The novelty of the experience alone was throwing him right over the edge. He puckered up his face and prepared to howl.

Hermione, with incredible dexterity, extracted herself from Harry, grabbed his prick, and after leaning into it, starting lashing her tongue at the tip. Harry bucked his hips and exploded into Hermione’s mouth; he was amazed she never stopped thrashing his gushing head with her tongue, even as he coated it with cum.

Harry let his head fall back against the bed; this was definitely better than standing in the cold. Hermione crawled next to him and licked his spattered face. Ron got behind Hermione and held her in his arms. Harry couldn’t imagine what they would talk about as they ate the food he got at the market.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Three Friends in a Tent