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The Deal

Part 2

Three laughing people tumbled out of the fireplace in the twins' flat and landed in a giggling heap on the couch. Parvati drew her wand and Scourgified the soot from them. "You're still sooty, George," she said, and pulled the end of a veil from her outfit. A small bouquet of roses sat on the side table, and she dipped the end of the veil in it. Kneeling on the couch, she wiped the little splotches of soot still clinging to his skin. Her breasts, firm and round, swayed in front of his face, and he couldn't help but stare, entranced.

"Mine are just as nice," Padma said, and peeled down the top of her dress to prove it. Two firm, eminently fuckable, melon-sized tits crowned with chocolate-coloured nipples flowed out of the rolled down leather.

"Merlin, that they are." With one hand he cupped her left breast and thumbed the nipple, the other hand ran up Parvati's leg and cupped her bum. His eyes shot open in surprise. "No knickers?"

Parvati leaned in and kissed him soundly. "Spoils the lines," she whispered, low and husky.

Padma undid his belt, lowered his fly and grasped him. "Very nice, George. Let's get you all the way out so I can have a better look."

He was still having a bit of trouble believing that the long-held fantasy was coming to fruition, so he stumbled slightly while he got to his feet. Padma took one side of his trousers and nodded to Parvati to do the same. He looked down at the two beautiful girls kneeling before him and shook his head in wonder. Padma had an expression of carnal lust on her face while Parvati looked curious and a little nervous. They simultaneously lowered his trousers and pants, freeing his stiff cock.

"Oh, yes," Padma said, "Very nice. I'm going to suck you now, George. Do you want me to suck your cock, George?"

He nodded enthusiastically.

She gripped his cock firmly. "Say, 'Yes, Padma, I'd like that very much. Please suck my cock.'"

His knees trembled. This was far better than any fantasy he had ever had about these two. "Yes, Padma, please, oh please suck my cock."

"Very good, George, I'll reward you." After a few quick strokes she kissed the head and took him into her mouth. Parvati watched intently as her sister's cheeks hollowed and she gently stroked him.

"Don't you gag?" she asked while George moaned in pleasure.

Padma withdrew his cock from her mouth and kissed the head again. "You get used to it. Come on now, no better way to learn than to do."

"Whaaa…" George was having a lot of trouble thinking. Padma gave terrific head, and he was still swooning as he realized what the girls' conversation meant. "You've never…"

Parvati looked up at him. "No, George, I've never." She smiled slyly. "Thank you for letting me learn on you."

His eyes rolled around in his head uncontrollably when she slowly took him. "My pleasure," he managed.

Padma smiled at her sister. "That's it. Remember what I told you, watch out and don't scrape him with your teeth." She looked up at George, stood, kissed him, and then turned her back to him. "Undo me." George was discovering a difference between the girls he had never known. Padma definitely had a bit of dominatrix in her, maybe more than a bit, and it excited him tremendously.

The sound of the zip coming down was one of the sexiest things he had ever heard. The leather dress fell to the floor and he discovered that the entirety of her outfit consisted of the dress, a belt and suspenders, stockings, and her boots. In moments she was peeling his shirt from him. All the while, Parvati was taking him farther and farther into her mouth. His knees were seriously shaking, and Parvati laughed around him.

She withdrew and said, "I think he should sit down before he falls over."

Padma smirked. "For a moment, yes. Sit, George."

He collapsed onto the couch. Padma bent and pulled his shoes, socks, trousers and pants from him in one move. She grasped his cock and stroked him a few times. "My sister is the only one still dressed," she said. "I think you should take her clothes off for her, George." He was transfixed. Padma Patil stood before him, better than naked, with most of his attire in one hand. Her expression was one of confidence and power as she tossed his clothes into a chair. "Stand up," she commanded.

Parvati moved in toward him and wrapped her hand around his throbbing member. Her other hand went to his bollocks, and she ran her fingers gently over them. "Is that good, George?"

All he managed was a groan.

Padma laughed, backed away, and put one spike-heeled foot up on the chair. Her left hand dropped to her neatly trimmed pussy, and with two fingers she rubbed her clit. "Take off her clothes… slowly."

Parvati stepped back a pace and held her arms out. "Start with the red one on my shoulder," she instructed. A little tug and he unwound her as she twirled in place. The red veil had covered her left breast and some of her midsection. "Now the orange one." It was part of her skirt. He could now see all of her right leg and most of the right side of her arse. "Blue." Her right breast and thigh came into view. "Purple." She was naked from the waist up. Well that answers that one, dear brother, exactly the same tits. "Green next." All that was left was the golden veil wrapped around her waist and hanging in front of her pussy. George looked over at Padma. Both hands were busy now; one rubbing her clit furiously and the other had three fingers to the second knuckle buried in her cunt. "Gold," Parvati said. He dropped to his knees and reverently took the last veil from her. Parvati was a little less trimmed than her sister. A full nest of dark curls greeted him.

He drew the tip of his middle finger through her folds. "You're very wet, Parv, what happens when I touch you here?" He licked his fingers and slowly circled them over her clit.

"It… oh, George." She shivered.

"Lick her," Padma's voice said from across the room. "And do it well."

George chuckled, "Yes, mistress."

"And don't you forget it."

He hooked Parvati's leg over his shoulder and ran his tongue over her. George had learned much from his older brothers, and Charlie had instructed him well on the art of licking a pussy. He used his tongue gently, sliding it up to her clit and down into her folds. When he felt she could take it, he slid a finger part way into her, and it was her turn to tremble on her feet. "Oh god, George!" she nearly shouted as he drove a little deeper.

After a few moments he heard Padma laugh. "Okay, you're going to fall over, sis. George, lie down."

He reluctantly gave Parvati a parting swirl over her folds and leaned back to look up at her. Her eyes were half closed and clouded, and he could see she was breathing heavily. He lay back on the Persian rug, his cock standing up like a sundial. Padma crossed the room and sat on his knees.

"Okay, Parv; come over here, face me, and sit on his chest."

Her sister did as she was instructed.

"Good, now slide back and sit on his face." At Parvati's startled look, she laughed. "You're okay with that, right, George?"

He didn't answer; he simply grabbed Parvati's hips and slid her back onto his face. She shuddered uncontrollably as he resumed tonguing her.

Padma grinned wickedly. "Now, let's have some more of this wonderful cock," she said. "Lean down here and help."

George stuttered and gasped. Four hands and two mouths were suddenly on him, stroking him, licking him, and it was very distracting.

"Don't forget what you're supposed to be doing, George." He was fairly sure it was Padma's voice.

Okay. He smiled and decided to give Parvati the full treatment. With both hands on her arse he spread her wide and licked and sucked her rapidly. His tongue did a twirling, swirling dance across her. She shook and shivered and twisted her hips back and forth, whimpering. George hung on to her, matching her movements. He could feel her getting close. Her legs were tensing and her breath was coming fast and hard.

"Paddy… Paddy… I… oh, shit." Parvati was lost in a fog of lust. "You're going to make me come, George, you're… I…EEEEEE!" she squealed.

Resolutely trying to keep his own reactions under control from the girls' constant sucking and stroking of his cock, he rode out Parvati's orgasm. Her pussy pulsed around his face for several minutes, and when she finally stopped, she collapsed on him.

"Move, sister dear," Padma commanded, and Parvati ungracefully slid off of him onto the floor. Padma stood over him and lowered herself down until she could grab him, then she put the head of his cock against her entrance. "This is how you're going to do it." She grabbed her wand from the couch where it had fallen. "Conceptus Impedimentia," she said, tapping herself just above her pussy, and then took him in an inch. He could still see the red rim of his head peeking from between her outer lips. "That's the charm. About here, you'll start to feel him filling you. It's very nice." She slid him in a little more. "Here you'll feel him come up against it." She looked at her sister. "Take a breath and go." She slid all the way down his cock until his balls were against her arse, and then she wiggled.

"Oh, fuck. Padma," he said.

She laughed. "A little, but then it Parv's turn."

She rocked back and forth on him and then started a real ride. George was amazed at her prowess; she was fucking him like a real professional. A few strong strokes were followed by a grind and a wiggle then she would lean back and rotate her hips, showing him how he was buried in her. He slid his hands up, cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples into hard points.

"Oh yes, George," Padma said breathlessly. "Keep doing that. I'm going to come." She looked down at him sternly. "You will not."

He smiled wide. "No, mistress, I won't."

"Good boy. Very good boy," she closed her eyes and her mouth fell open as her breath came hard and fast while she rode. She was at a full gallop. "Right there," she said to no one in particular. "Yes, yessssss." Her pussy squeezed him hard, and he almost surrendered, but he held out for the sake of the other Patil twin.

Parvati was watching with rapt attention. She had one hand on her left breast pinching and pulling, and the other was pressed against her pussy. Padma fell down onto his chest. She grabbed him by the sides of the face and kissed him.

"Very well done, George." She smiled lazily. "Bet you and Fred talked about this, didn't you?"

"Once or twice or a hundred times, yeah."

"He's very proud of you right now, isn't he?" Parvati asked with a laugh.

He laughed with her. 'Yeah… on second thought, no, he's fucking jealous as hell." He paused. "Are you ready?"

She nodded and Padma slid off him. Parvati straddled him the same way her sister had and lowered herself down until, once again, the head of his cock was pressed against the warm wet embrace of a Patil pussy.

"Conceptus Impedimentia," Padma's voice said, and then she sat across his legs behind Parvati, wrapping her arms around her sister. Firmly grasping his cock in one hand and Parvati's left breast in the other, she rubbed the head of his cock along her sister's slick, wet pussy. "Slowly down," she instructed.

Parvati took him into her and gasped. "That is so different than fingers. Oh fuck, what was I waiting for?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Padma said. "There's a painful bit yet."

Parvati looked into George's eyes. "Yeah, I know."

Padma's hand dropped to her sister's clit. Parvati leaned back against her as her sister expertly circled her clit and rubbed the head of his cock around her entrance. Parvati moaned loudly. Padma had done something he had missed, but it had brought Parvati to a highly aroused state.

"Down a little more."

George was truly inside her now. She was hot, and wet, and tight, and oh, gods and demons, was she tight. Padma leaned her sister against her and helped Parvati slide down him painfully slow until he felt something against the head of his cock. So that's what that feels like.

"Take a few breaths, I know you just want to take him but trust me, take it a bit slower."

"Uh-huh," Parvati said in a high voice he had never heard from her.

He looked up at the two girls sitting on him. One had about a quarter of his cock inside her and was breathing heavily. Her eyes were mostly closed, and she was making incoherent noises as her sister worked on her. The other sister, wrapped around the one with his cock in her, and was biting her neck, fingering her pussy, cupping her right breast, and pulling on her nipple. He committed it to memory. Be putting this one in the pensieve, he thought.

"Ready?" Padma asked.

"Mmmm," Parvati responded in a lust fogged way.

"Okay, go."

She sat quickly, taking him in one go. George heard her whimper. He didn't see it as his eyes were closed in concentration. Don't come yet, don't come yet, he repeated in his head. She wasn't moving so he was able to regain his composure quickly.

George looked up at her with concern even as he desperately withheld coming. Padma had been tight; Parvati was a vise, gripping his cock as hard as a closed fist. "You okay?"

"That did hurt, hurt a lot, but it's not quite as bad now." She wiggled a bit and winced.

Padma cupped both her sister's breasts. "In five minutes you're really not going to care. Muscles, remember to flex the muscles, loosen them up."

George felt her squeeze him and he shivered in ecstasy. Padma was kissing her sister's neck and running her hands all over Parvati's body. That's not the first time she's done that, he thought. With Padma guiding her, Parvati rocked forward and back slowly as her muscles eased their crushing grip on him. The pained expression on her face slowly changed to one of lust and concentration, and George could feel her tension easing.

"Oh, Paddy, I see what you were talking about… that spot… oh! Oh god… oh fuck… I… Oh." She was trembling on him and slowly stopped rocking.

George was puzzled. "Did you come?" he asked her.

"A little maybe, I just… my legs won't work anymore."

He smiled and pulled her down on top of his chest. "Then let me take it from here." He kissed her and rolled them over. She whimpered again as he slid out of her. "Don't worry I'll be back inside you in just a second," he said as he hooked his arms under her knees and spread her wide beneath him. "Guide me in."

Padma slid up behind him, reached around his waist and grasped his cock. "I'll take care that. I always wanted to see this from this side."

George slid into Parvati once more and she let out a gasp of pleasure. "Oh, that's much better the second time. God, that felt good. Do it again."

George and Padma both laughed, and he pulled out of her then plunged back in quickly.

"Oh, FUCK yes!" Parvati panted. "Again!"

He happily obliged, leaning forward and burying himself in her. His bullocks rested against her arse, and he drew himself almost all the way out and plunged in again. Padma sniggered, rose, and sat on the couch where she could watch. "Do continue, George," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, and resumed a slow fuck of her sister. Parvati was emitting the most sensual squeaking. Every time he plunged to the hilt a small "Eeem" escaped her lips. He picked up the pace and it changed to, "Oh, fuck."

She was getting there; he could feel it, and he could see it, but so was he. Hang in there, George, he thought. She's almost there… almost there… YESSS.

Parvati came apart under him. She shouted and cried and clutched at him. Totally unrecognizable words streamed from her, and her pussy clenched around his cock in spasms, and then it was his turn.

"Oh fuck, Parv, I'm coming!" Two final thrusts and he was pulsing into her. "Oh god, oh god." George dropped onto her and wept. The emotions poured out of him in a cathartic flood, and Parvati held on to him tightly as he sobbed.

Padma was at her side stroking his hair and wrapping her arm around his shoulders. "Let it out, George, let it go."

Parvati smiled at her sister. "Yes, give it to us. Let us help you bear it."

He wept for a few more minutes and started to come back to himself. "Oh god, I'm sorry, Parv," he stammered. "I just ruined it for you."

She smiled and kissed him tenderly. "Not at all, George. Not at all." She stroked his hair. "It was fantastic, and you were kind and gentle and you held out until I came. It was great, really."

"But…"

"But nothing," Padma said. "You heard her. Take our compliments, our solace and compassion, and dry your eyes." She grinned at him. "The evening's far from over." She leaned on one elbow as she sprawled on her side on the floor next to where he lay still buried in her sister. "I only got to fuck you a little, and it takes a lot more than that to satisfy me." Her face twisted into an evil grin. "I believe the same can be said for Parv. Isn't that right, sis?"

"Yeah," she stroked her hand down his back and grabbed a handful of arse. "I could go again in a bit, but can he?"

Padma laughed. "Oh I bet the … what was it you called yourself? Oh yes, I bet the one-eared wonder Weasley will be ready to go again in a half hour or so. Won't you, George?"

He shook his head in wonder, revelling in the strangeness the evening had taken, and then he smiled at her. "Not a problem."

Padma cupped his cheek. "Good boy." She looked at Parvati. "You see, he's young. Young men can go a few times in a night. Anthony went four or five."

George looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Seriously?"

"Oh, yes." She laughed. "Don't worry, George, I'm sure you can… hold up your end."

"I shall try, mistress, I shall try."

Parvati pushed on his chest. "Well I need to breathe, and I think a shower."

"Oh," George said, "Sorry, Parv." He slid from her, stood, and helped both girls to their feet. Parvati swayed noticeably, so he put his arm around her waist and steadied her. "Let me help."

*

"Just like that," Padma said. Parvati was holding her up from behind as George entered her from the front. She had one foot on the floor of the shower, while the other leg was hooked around his waist. Parvati had both of her sister's tits in her hands. She squeezed them and twisted Padma's nipples mercilessly between her thumb and forefinger. "Fuck me, George. Fuck me hard."

"As you wish," he said, and he did. Parvati had to brace herself against the wall of the shower to stay upright. George was pounding into her sister, pushing Padma hard against her. "Like that,' he panted. "You like it hard and rough, don't you?"

"Ummm," was all the response he got.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said and drove into her even harder.

George reached down and hooked his hand under the knee of the leg she was still standing on and lifted it off the tiles. With the other arm he supported her back as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She sighed contentedly when she sank all the way down on his cock. "Oh, Parv, this position, oh fuck yes, yes, you have to try… uh… uh… this one," Padma said breathily. Her hands cinched around the back of his neck and she bounced against him. "Oh, oh yes. Fuck me, George." He drew back and gave her long, slamming strokes. Parvati was pressed between her sister and the shower wall. Her nipples were hard and tight from being rubbed against by her sister's back, and her sex was telling her she could have another go. George saw her expression of lust and dropped one hand from under Padma's wondrous arse to slide a finger into her. Parvati nearly crumbled. George smiled wickedly, increased his already frenetic pace, winked at Parvati, pulled his finger from her, and in one swift motion slid it into Padma's arse.

"OH…. FUUUUUCCCKKK!" she screamed in the tiny room as she came. The end of his finger was doing a delicate dance just inside her arse and it was sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her. "Oh fuck, oh shit, OOOOHHH, George! All right, all right. Stop… stop." She panted, and he pulled his finger from her arse. "Where the fuck did you learn that?"

"Bill."

"Fleur's kind of a minx then?" Parvati asked breathlessly.

"Bill's only let on just a little," he said as he cradled Padma's dead weight in his arms. "But Bill was pretty drunk one night and told us about that bit." He moved so the shower's water wasn't spraying any of them in the face. "You liked it, yeah?"

She nodded against his shoulder. "Ummm hmmmm."

"Can you stand?" he asked her.

"She better," Parvati said as she turned and put her hands on the wall. "My turn."

Padma laughed. "I warned you Patils are horny. Once is never enough."

George lowered Padma to the tiles and she placed a shaking foot on the floor. Once she had her footing and George was sure she wasn't going to topple over, he turned his attention to the other girl in the cramped little space. Parvati was spread eagled against the shower wall, her arse presented to him, and she was looking over her shoulder at him with a hungry, expectant expression. The water cascaded over her back and ran in rivulets down the crack of her arse and through the dark black hair bracketing the chocolate and rose of her pussy. "Oh fuck, you are so hot, Parv," he told her.

"Then fuck me," she said and wiggled her arse at him.

Padma leaned against the wall next to her. She slid her hand down Parvati's belly to her pussy, ran her fingers between her sister's folds, and spread them apart. With a confident, wicked smile she grasped his cock and pulled him up against her sister's pussy. She rubbed the head of his cock along Parvati's wet entrance and then pushed him just inside her. George could feel Padma's fingers on either side of his cock. They were siding up and down over Parvati's pussy and around the shaft of his cock. He slid slowly but firmly all the way into Parvati until her tits were pressed against the wall of the shower.

"Goddammit, that's good!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Paddy. This is so different."

Padma looked at him with a hard smile. "Fuck her, George. Fuck her hard, just like you did me." He felt Padma pick up the pace as she rubbed her sister's clit. "You want him to fuck you?" she asked.

"Oh, God yes! Fuck me, George, Fuck me!"

"Happy to oblige," he said, and laughed.

Parvati's heart shaped arse bounced against him as he watched his cock pumping into her. Padma alternated rubbing her sister's clit and stroking his balls, all the while rubbing her hand between her own legs. Parvati whimpered loudly and came, spouting profanity. "Keep going, George," Padma said as she slipped between her sister and the wall. As George watched Padma pressed her breasts to her sister's and rubbed their nipples together. Parvati grabbed her and the two fell into a passionate kiss. George never stopped thrusting into Parvati. The two girls continued snogging and groping each other, Padma's fingers again found her sister's pussy and George's cock, and Parvati still had one hand on the wall for support, but the other was diddling her sister with abandon.

"Feels so good," Parvati said, panting. "Coming again! Oh shit!" He looked down just in time to see her slide three fingers into Padma and rub the heel of her hand hard on her sister's clit. Both girls shuddered and shook as they came again, then they melted to the floor in an ungraceful heap.

Padma got to her knees and took George in her mouth. He fell against the shower wall when she started to take him all the way to the base of his cock and shake her head back and forth.

Parvati looked on in wonder. "How do you do that?" she asked in awe.

Padma pulled George's cock from her throat, and said, "Old sword swallowing trick." She took him again.

Parvati smiled. "You mean that thing Grandpa Bashier tried to teach us on that trip to India four years ago?"

Padma was delivering a glorious hand job in addition to the spectacular blow job and George was not really following their conversation.

Padma pulled from him again. "Tried to teach you; taught me." She laughed. "I got back from that trip and gave it a try on Anthony. He thought it was pretty fantastic, don't you agree, George?" She asked and swallowed him again.

"Guurggh," was all he could muster, and Padma laughed around him. His knees threatened to abandon him.

Padma smiled and turned to her sister. "Let's give him something to remember, come here."

Parvati got on her knees and sidled up to Padma who pulled her closer until their breasts were pressed together. George's eyes nearly popped from his head when Padma grabbed his cock and shoved it in the middle of their water doused tits. "Press them together like this," she instructed Parvati and with both hands on either side of her breasts she pushed them together against Parvati's until his cock was quite securely trapped between them. "Okay, George, fuck our tits."

He could not smile any harder. The water was flowing down between his cock and their breasts, and as he started to thrust between them it splashed them in the face, making them giggle. The sight, the squishing, sucking sound as his cock thrust in and out of the wonderful valley it found itself in, the girls' tittering laughter, and the occasional lick on his cockhead when it came far enough up for one or the other to reach all combined to bring him to the brink.

"He's about to come, isn't he?" He was pretty sure it was Parvati.

"Yeah," Padma said. "Come on our faces, George." She grasped his cock and started back on the great hand job. Both girls began to alternate sucking the head of his cock and that was all it took. Great gobs of white erupted from him and he shouted profanity at the tiled ceiling of the shower.

***

As he lay between two girls, the sun warming their skin, George remembered too. This pair of beautiful, special witches, cuddled against him in Padma's bed, had saved him from a life of misery. He might have got here by himself one day, but he had his doubts. He had been lost, and they had found him, rescued him, and he was eternally grateful. But it wasn't only that. He smiled wide as he remembered, and another wave of gratitude flowed though him. He would remember the previous night his entire life, and he knew it would be one of his most cherished memories. He had his arms around the girls, and their heads lay on his chest. It was heaven, but he was starting to think he shouldn't be wearing out his welcome. He was just about to open his mouth to say something when a hand found him. He couldn't tell which witch was wanking him, and he sniggered and shrugged when another hand joined the first.

This one's for you, my brother, he thought, and pulled Parvati up onto his chest.

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