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Luna Lovegood and the Gangbang of the Century	By : BigE2955 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 17615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 1-Luna Lovegood and...
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Though most wizarding duels were, by custom, to be conducted in a one versus one environment… there were certain accepted exceptions.
Those were rare, however. And only used in times of great peril. For the most part, the great duels of history had been fought mano a mano; man to man, or woman to woman, or man to woman—it didn’t really matter.
Dumbledore versus Grindelwald was a prime example. A hundred wizards and witches had watched the duel transpire; some tried to interfere, but Dumbledore forced them back at every turn. He insisted on fighting his once best friend… alone.
Harry Potter vs Voldemort was another. Hundreds of students, teachers, and battle-worn people had surrounded the two when they’d fought, but all of them had known instinctively not to interfere.
But, as stated before, there were situations where it warranted to break this wizard custom.
Take the same battle; the battle of Hogwarts.
Near the end, just before the climax, three wizards had dueled the Dark Lord; Voldemort. Horace Slughorn, Minerva McGonagall, and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Together, they barely managed to hold back the Dark Lord long enough for Harry Potter to come to the rescue. It was a valiant stand on their part—Voldemort was powerful enough to kill each of them with the flick of a wrist if they’d been fighting one on one. But together, they had done something.
This principle carried over into a more ‘private’ realm, of course.
It was custom—both Muggle and Wizard, that sexual relationships be conducted between two people.
To diverge a bit… Luna Lovegood was not someone to be trifled with when it came to sex. She might not look it, but there was a certain, erm, ‘aura’ to her. She wasn’t busty, her ass wasn’t particularly fat, and she choked when she tried to deepthroat a cock, but there was something else she had to aid her.
Stamina.
Harry Potter had tried and failed to bring her down. Ron Weasley had tried and failed to bring her down. Neville Longbottom had tried and failed to bring her down. None of them could make her cum, despite all of them being more than capable of pleasing any other ordinary woman. It was like she was, forgive this author, magic.
Well perhaps that would change today.
She wasn’t Voldemort, after all. Perhaps Slughorn, Kingsley and McGonagall were just barely able to hold off the Dark Lord, but this trio of well hung wizards weren’t up against anything more than a petite, quirky, blonde.
So, this would be easy.
Yeah.
She flashed that strange smile at them.
“Wow,” Luna said in awe, eyes glowing. Slowly, she sunk down onto her knees. “You guys don’t mind me having all three of you at once?”
They exchanged glances, all three of them: Harry, Ron, and Neville. There was a shared look in their eyes; ‘Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.’
“Not—not at all, Luna,” Harry said cautiously.
All three of them had already pulled off their robes; they stood in boxers, erections already visibly straining against the fabric.
“Excellent.” Her smile grew wider. “Why do you three still have your underwear on?” It was an innocent, yet not-so-innocent question.
Another exchange of glances. Within seconds, they’d all yanked down their boxers, erect members falling out.
Of course, all of them were rather hung. Inches and size comparisons don’t matter—all that needed to be known was that all of them were especially big and thick when compared to your average bloke. Thick enough to make even the most ‘tested’ whore stretch and long enough to knock against a woman’s womb.
Just the way she liked it.
Harry was in the center, Ron on the left, Neville on the right. They stood rather close together, about six inches in between each of them.
Luna looked between them, a dreamy look in her ears. Subconsciously—it had to be subconscious—she licked her lips.
And then she set to work.
Harry would have jumped back. That is, if Luna hadn’t thrown herself forward and inhaled his cock. Again, she couldn’t deep throat, but that didn’t stop her from taking a few inches in all at once. She moaned cheerfully around this thick length, big eyes staring up at the bespectacled man.
He blinked; his mouth went slack, his jaw hanging open a few inches.
Her hands reached up—in a flash, she’d wrapped one around both Neville and Ron’s cocks at once. Even quicker than that, she began to stroke the both of them. Long and deep strokes, from the base to the tip, her supple and soft fingers feeling as soft as a cloud around their erect members.
“Merlin,” Ron hissed, having to bite the inside of his cheek to steady himself. Neville looked about ready to faint. Harry, however, was staring Luna dead in the eyes; he would not back down.
“Oh- oh God…”
Maybe he would back down.
Especially when she’d begun to hum around his cock, bobbing her head back and forth, tongue lapping along his shaft. The look in her eyes… the look in her eyes; he couldn’t get over it.
Why was this so natural to her? She looked as if she were doing bookwork instead of sucking one cock and stroking two more.
Harry gasped as Luna suddenly drew back, his cock falling from her mouth.
“Sorry, Harry,” she said, and she genuinely sounded apologetic. “But I can’t leave the other two out.”
Ron almost pouted when her hand stopped stroking him off. That attitude quickly changed when Luna shifted over toward him—within seconds, she had taken the redhead’s long length into her mouth.
Her free hand had now wrapped around Harry’s lubed up cock. And soon, she was stroking him off just as she’d been doing Ron a few moments before. It wasn’t quite as pleasurable as her sweet sweet mouth had been, but he wasn’t about to complain.
It was almost a comical sight. Luna’s body contorted so awkwardly, her head turned to the side so that she could suck Ron’s cock while she reached to the other side with both of her arms to stroke off Neville and Harry. But somehow, she made it work.
After a few moments, she switched off once more. This time, she scooted to the right so that she could give Neville a good bit of head as well—now, she was the inverse of the previous position, sucking off the Longbottom while two-thirds of the Golden Trio got a world class handjob.
This was all well and fun, but a blowjob when there was one woman and three men involved could only serve as a prelude to one of two things—either a tri-barrel facial, or a nice and hard fuck. Luna was more in the mood for the latter, and so, she pulled back from Neville’s cock after a few moments.
“Alright,” she said, standing up. Precum and saliva dribbled down her chin—her lips were smeared with the stuff. “To the bed.”
The bed was a nice and plush red colored one, a size big enough for all four of them to fit on top of it quite comfortably.
“I hope one of you brought some lube…?” Luna said.
Harry swallowed. He eased himself off of the bed, Luna humming a soft tune as he went and fetched a moderate sized tub of lubricant, which she took from his hands gratefully.
“How would you like to do this?” she asked them. They all sat cross legged on top of the bed, the three men still sporting large erections that towered up from their crotches. Luna was obviously aroused, juices flowing down her thighs and staining the red fabric of the sheets.
“Like to do what?” asked Neville.
“Do you mean—” Ron’s cheeks turned a bit red, something he’d never really been able to control. “How we’d like to bang you, Luna?”
“Exactly!” She nodded, grinning cheerfully. “Do you guys want to take turns with my pussy?” She fingered her pussy lips almost teasingly, the three men only growing harder at the petite blonde’s agonizingly wet slit. “Or are you guys going… all in?”
“All… in?” Harry asked.
Luna smiled.
There were no words needed; she simply needed to do three things.
She pointed at her mouth. Then her pussy. And then, she flipped over onto her belly for a moment and shook her ass in front of them, puckered hole on full display.
Ron and Harry’s eyes flooded with realization. “Oh,” they said at the same time.
Neville blinked. “I don’t get it,” he mumbled, looking from Ron to Harry, then back to Luna.
“Uh,” Harry said. He looked toward Ron for help; the Weasley had always known how to put these things better than he.
“Luna wants to know if we’re going to… tag each other in after we’re done, or if we’re all going to… christen all three of her holes at once.”
Neville’s eyes lit up. “Oh,” he said. “Oh. Oh!”
He looked toward Luna.
“I’ve never fucked a girl’s arse before,” he said. “Would you mind if I…?”
“Not at all, Neville,” Luna said. “But make sure you lube up. My spit won’t be enough; I’ve been told I’m rather tight back there. Isn’t that right, Harry?”
Harry coughed into his hand. All three of them had fucked Luna before, of course, but only he had had the pleasure of taking her ass.
“I want her mouth,” Ron declared. “I mean—you don’t mind me taking her mouth, right, Harry?”
“Go ahead,” he said. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Luna and I have some unfinished business when it comes to her cunt.”
The last time the two of them had fucked, they’d nearly been caught. He hadn’t had the sweet sweet pleasure of creampieing her tight pussy on that occasion—something he intended to fix right there and then.
Harry and Ron were ready to go, but Luna paused for a few moments to help Neville in lubing up his cock.
Finally, they were ready.
Harry laid down on his back; Luna promptly mounted him. They wasted no time, and soon she was sinking down onto his cock, Harry moaning beneath her. Ron stood up on the mattress, gripping the backboard with one hand and grasping Luna’s hair with the other. She took his cock into her mouth without question.
Neville cautiously positioned himself behind her. Her puckered hole looked so tight—he was almost afraid to put it in there. It was made more difficult with how Harry began to thrust up into her, jostling her around.
Sensing his friend’s plight, Harry paused for a moment.
“Go on, Neville,” he said. “Put it in.”
Neville gulped. Grasping Luna’s hips in his hands, he tipped his cock forward, grimacing as he pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole. She moaned around Ron’s member. It took a moment, but the lube allowed him to slide painlessly into her rear end. Neville let out a shaky moan.
Nodding his head approvingly, Harry went back into the rhythm of thrusting up into them.
They worked in tandem. Well, sort of. Ron thrusted his cock into Luna’s tight gullet about as irregularly as one could get, sometimes rough, sometimes soft, but that didn’t really matter to the other two. Harry and Neville, however, worked out a system quickly.
Harry would thrust up. Neville would pause. When Harry retracted, Neville would thrust in. Harry paused. When Neville thrusted out, Harry would thrust up. And repeat. Of course, this all went at a very rapid pace, constantly and in a blur of hips and balls and thick, fat cocks sinking into tight holes.
Luna looked so… happy.
Was happy the right word to describe it?
She wasn’t sure.
It was tough to paint an image of what she was feeling. Having so much fat cock pumping in and out of her mouth, pussy, and ass all at once—it was delightful. A real treat. Like reaching into her schoolbag to find a piece of Honeydukes candy when she’d thought she had been out for weeks.
The boys weren’t giving it their all yet. She could tell. They had a few tricks up their sleeves.
Within minutes, they were showing them off.
Harry’s hands were suddenly on her breasts; her sensitive, if not especially large breasts. His fingers tweaked the nipples, rolling the supple flesh of her bosom back and forth, pressing them together, pulling them apart, squeezing them tightly enough to rip a moan from her throat.
Ron had begun to truly manhandle her. Both of his hands were in her dirty blonde hair now—though she wasn’t good at it, he was making her deepthroat him. And she was enjoying every second of it. Even as his thick cock plundered her throat, even as she choked and gagged, she loved it.
And Neville had his own part to play.
Smack!
Luna’s eyes widened. Had Neville just…?
Smack!
Yes he had. She moaned.
There was a pained expression on his face; it quite literally took all he had to do just what he was doing. But once more, he reared his hand back, aimed for one of her ass cheeks, and…
Smack!
They brought all they had and then some. Harry’s long and thick cock was practically on the verge of breeching her womb. Her throat would be raw and sore for days with how Ron was fucking it. And Neville couldn’t be counted out either—with his assault added to the other two’s, she doubted she would be able to walk after this.
She wasn’t going down without a fight though. For every harsh thrust into her pussy and ass, she would clamp down so tightly that both boys were grimacing. For every thrust into her throat, she would force Ron to moan from the best deepthroat he had ever gotten. She was a force of nature, focusing on three men at once. Her hands weren’t idle either—one was fondling Ron’s balls, the other busy with Harry’s. She bucked her hips back against Neville, not leaving him entirely out in the cold. ‘I only have two hands, Neville,’ she thought. ‘Sorry.’
He wasn’t going to whine about it, though. Just getting to fuck her tight ass was more than enough for him.
Some stories might have them switch through a dozen positions before even one of the men came.
But that wasn’t how this worked.
Luna was too tight, too hot, too damned… just… awesome.
The idea of any of them pausing in their thrusts, even just for a few seconds, was laughable. Even more laughable was the idea of them lasting long enough to switch positions.
Ron gasped. Try as he might, but Luna was just too much for him.
With a moan, he came deep in her gullet. She didn’t even have to swallow. Every last drop of his seed was injected right into her belly—there was a starry look in her eyes as he emptied his balls. All of that sweet cum, just for her.
The redhead fell back, falling right onto his rump. His chest heaved up and down—his hair was slick with sweat. Harry gave him a look; Ron glared back, folding his hands over his chest.
“I didn’t make fun of you when you came first last time,” Ron muttered, just low enough for only Harry and not the other two to hear.
Harry turned a light shade of red, and decided to return to his present task of fucking a sex crazed blonde.
Luna smiled. “Who’s next?” she said, after swallowing the last bit of Ron’s cum in her throat.
It was almost like one of those old arcade games.
Harry Potter versus Neville Longbottom.
And the winner was…
Neither.
With a groan and a grunt, coming from Neville and Harry respectively, they both sunk themselves to the hilt inside of Luna. And together, they came.
Luna bucked and jerked, and yes—
She came.
It was like sweet agony to her. Mostly because her only orgasms before now had been from her own fingers or toys… and neither of those could compare to an orgasm induced by two fat cocks dumping a bucketful of cum into both of her holes.
She kept control of herself… mostly. It wasn’t like she passed out or anything like that. Shaking and shuddering, she put her hands on Harry’s chest, steadying herself.
Luna was very patient in allowing the boys to work out all the cum they had to offer. Oh—how full she felt! She put a hand against her belly; her womb, her stomach. Pumped to the brim with nice and gooey cum. Ron, Harry, Neville… why had she never considered three boys at once before? It was certainly better than having to strain three orgasms one after the other from a single boy.
Neville pulled out of her, falling onto his back. He looked as if he were on the verge of falling asleep just from sheer exhaustion.
Harry’s limp cock was still being massaged by her inner walls. If Neville were on the verge of passing out, Harry was on the verge of a mental breakdown. So soon after his orgasm, he really couldn’t take that much stimulation.
“Sorry,” Luna said, hefting herself up and off of him. She laid quite casually on her back, cum drooling from her pussy, ass, some of it even dribbling down the side of her lip. She looked quite content.
The three boys looked about ready to high-five each other. They’d done it! They had—
“Five minutes,” Luna said, closing her eyes and smiling happily. “Then, we go for a second round.”
In an instant, all three of them turned sheet white.
At the same time, three erections slowly began to rise once more.
The game was not yet over.
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