A Life for Three | By : WerewolfWarrior Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 161402 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7 |
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Hermione loved moments like these. She was in a secluded part of the Hogwarts grounds, well away from view of anyone watching from the castle walls. She was sitting against a gnarled tree where the lake met the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but still had a full view of the sun, the sky, and the hills in the distance on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. No worries, no concerns. Schoolwork, the aftermath of the war… all of those things fell away and Hermione could just bask in the moment.
Best of all, her skirt was rolled up all the way to her hip and her cock was poking right out of her panties in front of someone she was convinced she loved – Harry Potter, who was lying on the grass with his head on her bare lap, snuggling against her girl-cock. Occasionally, he would reach out and run his fat tongue all over her cock, slurping away at it. And then he’d just play with it and slap it around casually. Sometimes, he’d just pucker his lips against her slender shaft and kiss it softly.
And she loved every moment of it.
But her mind never really stayed idle for long.
“Do you have… dreams, Harry?” she asked.
Harry just smiled up at her from her lap, pushing his right cheek up against her girl-cock.
“Dreams, Hermione?” he asked curiously.
“Well, you know…” Hermione said, trying to ignore the heavenly sensation coursing up and down her girl-shaft as Harry rubbed his soft cheek across it, “Ambitions. Career. Stuff like that.”
“Sure,” Harry said, “Always wanted to be an auror. But I feel like that isn’t quite the topic you had in mind, love.”
Harry twisted his head around and shoved the head of Hermione’s cock into his mouth, sucking at it softly. Hermione moaned.
“Ooh, Harry,” Hermione purred. “That’s… distracting, ooh…”
Harry popped her cock out, holding it in his fist lazily as he looked up at her. “So… what’s your ambition, Hermione?”
Hermione sighed. “I… I want to change the Wizarding World, Harry,” she said abruptly, and then looked at Harry as if she expected him to laugh.
Harry shook his head in an amused manner. “Of course you do,” he said, “That’s my Hermione.”
“And I want you with me every step of the way,” Hermione said, looking right into his eyes.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Harry said, squeezing her cock. After a beat, he asked, “But what’s this really about, Hermione?”
“I... guess I was just reading about… things,” Hermione said, and then she looked at him furtively again, “I… want to become the Minister of Magic, Harry.”
Harry looked up at her in surprise. “Well,” he said with a sigh, “I should’ve expected that.” He let go of her shaft, so that it pointed straight up into the air. She was rock hard.
Now it was Hermione’s turn to look at Harry in surprise. He just shrugged and said, “Well, Hermione, we always knew… I always knew you’re too restless and too intelligent to stay confined to a research desk, Hermione. And too beautiful.”
Hermione laughed at the last bit and her cock bounced in front of Harry’s face. “Well,” she said, “Let’s just say I have some grand plans for our world, Harry.”
“It wouldn’t involve becoming a Dark Lady, would it?” Harry asked in jest, “I’d make a terrible Bellatrix Lestrange.”
Hermione giggled at that. “Not really,” she said, then cleared her throat. “But it does involve… calculation… of a sort, Harry. And securing allies. And all that. We’re a team, Harry.”
“Hermione,” Harry said in a firm voice, “I’m with you all the way.”
“And now,” Hermione said in an ominous voice, “Comes the weird part.”
“Oh?” Harry asked, rubbing the back of his head against Hermione’s thighs.
“Did you know multiple marriages and spouses are legal in the Wizarding World, Harry?” she asked.
“What?” Harry spluttered, “What does that have to do with… ah… is this about Ginny?”
Hermione pursed her lips. She curled a fist around the base of her cock and slapped it down against Harry’s cheek. “Ginny’s our bitch, Harry. No, I wasn’t talking about her.”
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh…” Harry started, but Hermione slapped his face again with her cock.
“Okay,” Harry said meekly.
Hermione loved moments like these – when she made an immensely potent and far more powerful wizard bend to her will. Harry truly was wrapped around her finger – he was hers. And he was the only wizard she needed.
“Well, Harry, I was thinking of securing the alliance of someone from the more… traditional side of the spectrum,” Hermione said.
“Securing an alliance?” Harry repeated. He looked up at her inquisitively and asked, “You mean… through… wedlock?”
“We can worry about stuff like weddings later, love,” Hermione said, “But for now, if you look at the pureblood side of things, Harry, the most powerful family in England – the Malfoys – are completely shattered. Unfortunately for someone like… me, the purebloods and their ilk still practically make up the Wizengamot and every seat on the Council that fields representatives for our government. We need to shake things up on that side – we need to pull power out of their hands. And for that, we need someone from their side.”
“And this… someone… wouldn’t happen to be a wizard, would he?” Harry asked casually. Too casually.
Hermione smiled and slapped him with her cock again, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his cheek. “You’re the only wizard for me, Harry. Get that through your thick skull. However, I would like to add a certain woman to the mix. To our mix. Just one more to complete the set.”
“By add…” Harry asked, “You mean…”
“I mean we’re going to seduce her,” Hermione said, “Though I don’t think it’s going to take much effort on our part, love. Judging by the looks she’s been giving you all year, she has a massive crush on you. And she’s the only heir of the most powerful pureblood family in England right now.”
“And you’re fine with this?” Harry asked, “Because you never gave me the impression that you were much for sharing.”
“Oh, I’m a generous mistress, Harry,” Hermione purred, “But that doesn’t mean this pureblood heiress isn’t going to by my bitch too.
“And,” Hermione added coldly, “I don’t plan on adding anyone else to our coterie.”
Harry gulped. “I… see,” he said. And he tentatively asked, “Er… who are we talking about anyway?”
Hermione smiled. Her girl-shaft was harder than ever; she was beginning to discover that power – even discussions of power – were like an aphrodisiac for her. She turned Harry’s face harshly and he rolled over so that he was lying on his side with his head still on her lap. She pushed her cock down so that it was horizontal, snapped his head back and then shoved her cock down his mouth, pushing him down onto her lap. Harry was forced to roll over on his stomach as he was forced to engulf Hermione’s she-cock all the way down to the base.
Harry slurped and sucked obediently and Hermione moaned. His constant stimulations throughout their conversation, casually licking and kissing her shaft, had taken their toll. She was on the verge of cumming. Plus, talking about her ambitions always got her going.
“Pansy Parkinson,” Hermione said, and Harry spluttered around her cock. Which promptly pushed her over the edge and she pressed down on Harry’s head as she came into his throat.
***
Pansy Parkinson quietly made her way to the secluded corner of the library, away from where Draco was trying to get into Astoria’s panties.
“Poor Astoria,” Pansy thought with a grin, “the drama she’s going to have to put up with.”
The Dark Lord’s defeat had opened a lot of eyes at Hogwarts; Pansy herself was no exception. It was the dawn of a whole new era for a lot of them – especially purebloods like her. The wake of the Dark Lord’s defeat was followed by a torrent of newspaper articles chronicling every last bit of recent Wizarding history, from Dumbledore’s romance with Grindelwald to Tom Riddle’s lineage.
It was the latter that had shocked a lot of them. To think that it was a half-blood that spear-headed the entire pureblood supremacist movement, to think that a half-blood was the most powerful wizard the world had ever seen… only to be defeated by yet another half-blood. They were all slowly realizing that the old ways were truly dead – blood did not matter anymore. It never did.
And so, Pansy herself had branched out of her narrow-minded coterie. She had been forced to grow up, in some ways. Her break-up with Draco had been horrid, and expected. She had never been much more than arm candy for the Malfoy scion; his discovery of her condition had just been the last straw. But it didn’t matter… not anymore. Not now that the Malfoy lineage was broken beyond all repair – siding with Tom Riddle had cost him his entire family in the long run. And Pansy had never truly loved him – and in retrospect, she had been so deluded, with her simpering fantasies of being gazed at with adoration as she strode right alongside the Malfoy scion. And she was only beginning to realize how ridiculous she had been.
So she had moved past the circle of close-minded friends and began making friends with others – people she would have looked upon with disdain at other times. Although, one of those friendships was entirely unexpected, even for her. It had all begun with her messing up her mid-term Ancient Runes assignment. Professor Babbling, of course, had asked her to seek out the best student in the subject. And to say that Pansy had been hesitant to seek tutoring would be an understatement, especially from the student Babbling had recommended.
But Pansy Parkinson was no coward. She had swallowed her pride and went straight to Professor Babbling’s favorite student. And much to Pansy’s surprise, after a cold introduction, they had become good acquaintances and were now study partners – they met at least once a week, mainly to discuss Runes assignments, though their surprisingly civil conversations often branched out to other topics.
And so, here she was, making her way to their corner of the library to complete the weekly Runes assignment. Pansy made her way past the Potions aisle and found the sturdy desk already occupied by her study partner.
“Grang… er… Hermione,” Pansy said, hesitantly. She still wasn’t used to addressing the girl by her first name.
“Pansy,” Hermione said, looking up with a pleased smile, “Have a seat.”
Pansy sat down primly opposite the Head Girl and opened up her assignment. And then, they began working on it together.
***
Two hours later, Pansy and Hermione were chatting amiably with their homework assignments completed. And as usual, they landed on one of those other topics they often discussed.
“Well,” Hermione said, “At least they tried to set up a support club for witches like us.”
“Yes,” Pansy said wryly, “And I’m really sorry about the stuff I said… I did…”
“Don’t,” Hermione interrupted, “Better late than never and all that. At least you don’t seem to mind my company now. Plus, I guess the real reason that support club didn’t work was because we were the only witches with the condition in here. And we were from… well… different backgrounds.”
“I didn’t really believe in the blood purity stuff,” Pansy said morosely, “I just… I guess I was just carried away. By the people I hung out with. Now… seeing all this… it’s sobering.”
Hermione smiled. “It’s okay,” she said, “At least we’re… friends… now. Well, you know…”
Pansy hid her own smile. “Don’t push it, Granger,” she said.
Hermione giggled. “Besides,” she said, “It’s really nice to have someone to discuss all this stuff with. I’ve never really been comfortable with this. Well, at least, until recently.”
Pansy’s ears perked up at that. She had notice Hermione change significantly over the past week – she carried herself with a certain confidence that was… different. “Oh?” she asked archly, “And why would that be?”
Hermione seemed to hesitate for an instant, but then she seemed to make up her mind. “I’m with… uh… someone,” Hermione said with a blush.
Pansy gasped. “What?” she asked, “Who? I thought Weasley… you…”
“Oh, please,” Hermione said with a huff, “Not Ron. I think he’s with Lav-Lav now.”
“So… Who?” Pansy asked breathlessly.
Hermione looked all around furtively. She then leaned in, just as Pansy did. “Please,” Hermione said in a solemn tone, “Don’t tell anyone. We’re not ready for that yet.”
Pansy shook her head.
“Harry,” Hermione whispered and then drew away with a pleased smile.
Pansy gaped at Hermione. “What?” she asked, “But what about the Weasley girl?”
Hermione giggled. “You should see the expression on your face now,” she said happily, “Ginny is… well… let’s just say Ginny’s not really in the picture anymore.”
“You bitch!” Pansy murmured, still shocked, “You actually stole him? From Weasley?”
Hermione tried and failed to look affronted. “Well, Harry’s mine. But, Ginny’s not entirely out of the picture either. It’s a polyamorous relationship… a closed one though.”
“And he knows?” Pansy asked, “About you?”
“Yep,” Hermione said.
“And he doesn’t mind?”
“No,” Hermione said, her smile now a wide, flashy grin.
Pansy wasn’t entirely convinced. “He’s… have you two… has he…” she stuttered.
Hermione was now laughing. “Have we… done the deed? Boinked?” Hermione asked.
Pansy blushed.
“Yes, we have,” Hermione said smoothly, “And both he and I loved it.”
Pansy just gaped at Hermione. “You lucky bitch,” Pansy gasped.
Hermione giggled again. “Thank you, Miss Parkinson,” she said primly.
***
Pansy spent the next week in a daze. Hermione Granger was in a relationship with one of the cutest guys in the school.
Pansy felt a storm of emotions well up in her – jealousy, elation, irritation. She was irritated at the idea of someone who had the same condition as her – someone she thought was inferior – was in a relationship with the savior of the Wizarding World. But then again, that meant she had a chance for the same sort of relationship.
But the jealousy though, was not entirely confined to the fact that Hermione had managed to land a relationship where she hadn’t. Pansy was actually jealous of Hermione specifically because Granger had landed the guy she had an unrequited crush on.
Pansy had entered Hogwarts just like every other pureblood girl – with tales of Harry Potter, the powerful Light Wizard, lingering in her mind. And even in first year, she had thought Harry Potter quite cute and endearing. But then, she had fallen in with the wrong crowd – crowds that reinforced her false prejudice and encouraged all the wrong thoughts. And she had watched from a distance as Harry Potter went from strength to strength, jealously watching him fixate on Cho Chang and then Ginny Weasley. While her own crowd descended into a spiral from which they barely escaped with their lives intact. And worse, Draco Malfoy – who she thought she had a sliver of a chance with – had balked when she finally mustered enough courage to reveal her condition to him and just left her sobbing in a cold, dank corridor. To be fair to Draco though, he hadn’t gone out and revealed her secret – but she knew that wasn’t quite because Draco had a heart; it was because Draco didn’t want it to be known that he had been carrying someone like her on his arm for so long, despite the fact that they’d barely even kissed.
And she thought she had found a kindred spirit when she reached out to Hermione – they had found out back in third year that they both were victims of the same condition, when Madam Pomfrey decided to introduce them to each other and form a support club, of a sort. Unfortunately, Pansy had insulted Hermione at the time and then they had turned into rivals, of a sort.
Only, now, in the aftermath of a war, that rivalry seemed juvenile. Pansy had reached out and had found a story of isolation and insecurity much like her own. The Weasley boy had dumped Hermione for the same reason as Draco. And so, they had a common ground to jump start their tentative friendship.
And then Granger had to go and get herself a boyfriend – someone Pansy could only dream of getting. And worse, that boyfriend had accepted all of Granger – though Pansy still doubted that.
Which is why she had been following the duo for the past half-hour through the streets of Hogsmeade. Pansy often found herself masturbating to thoughts of Potter now – his passionate green eyes, that pitch-black hair she could run her fingers through forever, those rock-hard abs she had once glimpsed when he’d tried to pull his sweater off in the Three Broomsticks, only for his shirt to come along. She had a huge, undeniable crush on Harry Potter now, and her new friend was in a serious relationship with the man.
And so, Pansy had become obsessed. She had observed Hermione and Harry cuddling during mealtimes, she had tried to listen to every rumor the school had to tell about the new couple, she had tried to ascertain exactly what Ginny Weasley’s position was in the relationship, and she had begun stalking the couple. None of which was behavior befitting a pureblood heiress – her father would be terribly disappointed in her.
“Pansy, you are a scion of the House of Parkinson. What we want, we get – one way or another,” he would say.
“Is that what I’m doing?” Pansy thought. She had no idea. All she knew was that when she beat herself off in bed, the face she thought of just as she came all over her sheets was Harry Potter’s. During a Potions class they had the same week, Pansy had been paired with Harry and it had been bloody torture – the way their hands touched occasionally when they reached for the same ingredients by accident, the way their eyes met at times between their activities. Pansy had even been brave enough to rub her cock through her robes as she watched the muscles on Harry’s forearm bunch up as he stirred the cauldron. And had even rubbed her erection against Harry’s bum for a fleeting instant as he bent over their cauldron – she couldn’t help it, though he had not seemed to notice.
She kept close to the shadows as she followed Hermione and Harry through Main Street, avoiding all the crowds as they made their way to some destination. And slowly, it dawned on Pansy - they were heading towards the Shrieking Shack. And Pansy knew a shortcut.
She ducked into what appeared to be a blind alley, and made her way to the Shrieking Shack, right before Harry and Hermione made their way there. She had no idea why she was doing what she was doing, and she was playing it by the ear, but she just did not care just about now. She was horny as hell and she needed Potter. She had never been this hard before – and watching Hermione paw all over Harry’s ass as the two made their way across Hogsmeade, playing with it as if the Head Girl owned it had been enough for Pansy to snap.
***
With the help of quite a few expansion charms, and a conjured chair, Pansy made room for herself in a large cabinet within the Shrieking Shack. Obviously, Harry and Hermione came to the Shack quite often – the bed looked heavily modified and the inside of the Shack was spotless. As a finishing touch, Pansy pulled the cabinet doors shut and then placed a special charm on the doors, making them transparent in one direction so that Pansy could see into the bedroom of the Shack.
And it was just in time too, for at that moment, the door burst open and Harry and Hermione tumbled into the room, giggling and panting as they kissed all over one another. Hermione was absolutely dominating Harry – her tongue was practically burrowing into Harry’s mouth, lapping all over his lips and making him moan. Her hands were all over his tight ass, desperately pinching his cheeks through the jeans. Harry was no slouch though – he was weighing Hermione’s sizeable breasts even as he surrendered himself to the Head Girl’s assault.
Hermione drew off Harry with a loud slurp. “You like my twins, Potter?”
“Yes,” Harry rasped, even as he squeezed her melons.
“Well?” Hermione asked, gasping and thrusting her chest forward into his large mitts, “What are you waiting for?”
Harry hurriedly pulled Hermione’s sweater and t-shirt off with the bushy-haired, busty brunette obediently raising her hands to assist him. And other clothes started coming off immediately after, but Pansy couldn’t quite tell who was removing what; she was too busy removing her own robes. All Pansy knew was that just as she stripped and settled down on the chair, Hermione had already undressed and was entirely naked, except for a ridiculously racy pair of panties, which hid absolutely nothing.
What really caught Pansy’s attention though, was the spectacular male specimen on the other side. Harry was completely naked and he looked amazing. Pansy’s jealousy rose to a fever pitch – it was like Harry had been sculpted to fit some ridiculous ideal of the perfect male. Slim, but ludicrously well-defined, with abs that she could eat sushi off of and with nary a hair on his body – that last bit was probably Granger’s touch. And that ass – it was so tight and cushy.
Which was to say nothing of the monster dangling between his legs – it looked like a third leg. It was ludicrously thick and perfectly formed, with a massive mushroom head the size of her fist glistening over a shaft that was bigger than her entire forearm. Pansy had always been a tad embarrassed about the size of her own shaft – she had always found it extremely difficult to hide an erection, but even her fat cock was nothing compared to the size of the monster Harry was wielding.
“God,” Harry moaned, looking at Hermione, oblivious to the voyeur hiding in the cabinet, “Hermione, fuck… you’re beautiful.”
Pansy huffed, irritated. She examined Granger critically; Pansy thought her own breasts were much fuller than Granger – where Granger was a double-D, Pansy was easily an E. Even Pansy had to admit though, that Granger had an ass to die for – Pansy’s rear was much less curvy, if a bit wide. Her ass was bubbly, but didn’t quite jut out the way Granger’s did.
And then Granger pulled off her panties. Pansy gaped.
“Of course,” Pansy thought morosely, “The bitch.”
Granger had a nice, long cock – possibly seven inches or so in Pansy’s estimation – but what caught Pansy’s attention was the fact that Granger’s cock wasn’t accompanied by a set of heavy balls. Instead, as Granger’s cock slapped up, Pansy saw a set of fat lips – a very gorgeous pussy. Granger wasn’t crowded – her testicles were obviously internal. Unlike Pansy’s.
Pansy looked down at her own cock; it was smooth, just like Granger’s, and bigger – at eight inches – and much fatter. But right underneath the cock was a set of heavy, round balls. Pansy had a crowded set of genitals – one actually had to lift her balls to see her small virgin pussy. Granger looked more feminine down there.
And then, Granger sat down on the bed, distracting Pansy. The bushy-haired girl spread her legs shamelessly, her cock pointing straight into the air and her pussy bared for all to see. And much to Pansy’s surprise, Potter headed right up to Granger and dropped to his knees, kneeling right in front of Granger’s slender cock.
He leaned in between Granger’s legs… and Pansy couldn’t see him anymore. Pansy desperate leaned out – she needed to see this… she wanted to see this. Unfortunately, Pansy forgot the doors she herself had charmed to be transparent were even there – she leaned out a bit too far, and the next thing she knew was the feel of the rug as she tumbled right out of the cabinet into the bedroom of the Shrieking Shack.
***
Pansy tried desperately to hide her body from view, but failed miserably. She blushed as she noticed Harry’s gaze settle on her.
“Pansy?” Hermione gasped, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Pansy looked up – Harry looked flustered at having been caught kneeling in front of Hermione, who was obviously very erect. He blushed as Pansy gave his massive shaft a long look – it was poking into the base of the bed.
“I…” Pansy stammered, “I’m so sorry, Hermione. I…”
Hermione raised her eyebrows as she eyed Pansy up and down, her gaze lingering on Pansy’s cock and balls.
And then, unexpectedly, Hermione laughed.
Both Pansy and Harry looked up at the Head Girl in surprise.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” Hermione said, “But to intrude upon a private liaison like this… tch, tch, Pansy.”
After a brief pause, where both Pansy and Harry continued to stare at Hermione, the Head Girl asked archly, “So… you wanted to watch us, eh? Or did you want to… join us?”
Pansy opened and closed her mouth like a fish, while Harry gaped at Hermione.
“Oh, Harry, don’t keep your mouth open like that, love,” Hermione said, “You might catch something.”
“Wha-?” Harry managed to say before Hermione grabbed him by the back of his head and plunged him down on her cock.
“YES!” Hermione screamed as Harry starting slurping all over her girl-cock, “Suck that cock, darling. Suck it!”
And Pansy’s own cock grew rock hard as she saw Harry Potter go to town on Hermione’s cock – he really was sucking and slurping all over it. Pansy could see his fat tongue darting in and out, lapping all over the slender shaft spearing down his mouth. Despite herself, Pansy reached her own hand down and started squeezing her own plump shaft.
“You know, Parkinson,” Hermione said idly, running her hand through Harry’s head as the Boy-Who-Lived slurped on her shaft, “I’ve kept a spot open for you. I’m a very generous mistress.”
“Mistress?” Pansy gasped, not taking her eyes off Harry blowing Hermione. Pansy wanted those lips on her, she wanted…
“That’s the trade-off, Parkinson,” Hermione said, “You want Harry, you become my bitch.”
“What?” Pansy asked, “I… I…”
Harry suddenly slurped right down Hermione’s shaft until his lips were all the way down her slender cock. With the girl-cock in place inside his throat, Harry started licking all over the shaft noisily. His cheeks contracted inwards as he sucked, hard. The man then brought his right to bear just in front of Hermione’s vagina and slammed his fingers in, curling them up inside the Head Girl’s cunt as he thrust in and out rapidly.
“Oh, YES!” Hermione moaned in ecstasy, “Oh, goodness, you do that so well!”
Pansy moaned in conjunction as she pulled on her own fat cock from her prone position on the ground.
With her hand still pressing down on Harry’s head, Hermione looked right at Pansy with lust-glazed eyes.
“Ever since I became… oh fuck,” Hermione rasped as Harry continued his exquisite blowjob and a simultaneous finger-bang, “I became friends with you… I’ve had a… thing.”
Pansy merely panted, keeping her eyes fixed on Harry’s sloppy blowjob, and jerking off her own cock pathetically at the sight.
“Ever since I knew of your condition, Parkinson, I’ve always… oh Harry, your tongue is divine… always fantasized about you. About showing you your place, getting you back for calling me all those names, for acting like a prissy stuck-up pureblood princess all these years.”
“Please,” Pansy moaned as she thrust her pelvis out, beating herself off shamelessly in front of Hermione and Harry. She didn’t have a full view of Harry’s fingers slamming in and out of Hermione’s pussy, but she could tell from the motion of his right arm that he was thrusting them in like a machine – she could hear the Gryffindor girl’s snatch sloshing.
“My, aren’t you a big girl,” Hermione moaned, her half-lidded eyes on Pansy’s fat cock, “Bet you want to feel my man’s lips on that fat thing.”
“I do,” Pansy moaned.
“Feel his massive cock buried in your tiny cunt…” Hermione purred.
“Mmmm,” Pansy moaned again, thrusting her own cock shamelessly into her fist.
“Very well,” Hermione said, “Come on over, Pansy.”
Pansy looked up at Hermione incredulously, even as Hermione’s eyes rolled up into her head – Harry’s head was now moving up and down her girl-cock at a rapid pace.
Pansy smiled at leaped forward, slamming her pelvis right against Harry’s back. She reached down with both hands and groped his ass cheeks.
She pulled up at Harry’s ass, and he obediently raised himself on all fours. One of his hands was on Hermione’s thighs, his other hand working into the brunette’s cunt and his ass in the air right in front of Pansy, who promptly turned her cock up and slapped it onto his cushy bum.
“I…” Pansy gasped as she sank her fingers Harry’s tight cheeks, “I’ve never… done this before.”
Hermione laughed. “Of course you haven’t,” Hermione said and then moaned as Harry gave a particularly loud suck. “He’s got a fantastic tush, doesn’t he?”
Pansy slapped his right arse-cheek gently and watched it ripple. “Oh Morgana,” she moaned, “Fantastic doesn’t begin to cover it.”
“You have no idea what to do with it, do you?” Hermione asked.
“I…” Pansy stammered.
“Just grind your cock against him for a while, Pansy,” Hermione moaned, “It feels heavenly.”
Pansy felt like she was in heat – she was in the middle of a fantastic dream that she didn’t want to wake up from. She looked at the nice tight ass in front of her and drooled. She had dreamed about this forever – she had fantasized about doing this. But she had never dreamed this would be how her fantasies came true.
She pushed her cock in between Harry’s cheeks and moaned at the sensation of his tight arse sandwiching her cock between them. She turned her cock upwards and sawed between his cheeks, moaning like a whore as her cock ground in and out of his arsecrack.
“YES!” Pansy screamed as she thrust hard and her balls slapped against his arse as her plump cock ground in between his buns and her fingers dug into his flesh, “I LOVE IT!”
“I have to say, Pansy,” Hermione gasped as she pressed Harry’s head onto her lap so he was deep-throating her, “You have a deliciously fat prick. It looks so… plump and huge, for such a petite girl. And those balls – so tight and packed, aren’t they?”
“You… have a cute girl-cock, Hermione,” Pansy panted as she ground right into Harry’s asscrack with her balls making a loud thwack each time they smacked into his butt, and her breasts jiggled all over the place. “So…” thwack “… slim…” thwack “… slender…” thwack “fuck, this is good.”
Hermione pulled Harry off her cock and Pansy almost came at the sight of Hermione’s spit-soaked cock emerge slowly from the depths of Harry’s delicious mouth.
“Well,” Hermione said, arching her eyebrow at Pansy, “My turn, I’m afraid.”
“No,” Pansy gasped as Harry moved right out of her grasp and she humped into empty air. She remained on her knees in front of the bed as Harry got up on it and bent over on all fours. The Slytherin girl drooled at the sight of Harry’s enormous cock and balls swinging obscenely all over the place as he got onto his hands and knees on the bed.
And Hermione slid right in behind him and ran a finger over his arsecrack. “My, my, Pansy,” Hermione said as she swept a trail down Harry’s ass, “You left a river of pre-cum all over his arse.”
“Fuck,” Pansy moaned as she watched Hermione suddenly shove her finger right into Harry’s asshole.
“Thanks for lubing him up for me,” Hermione giggled.
“I want it,” Pansy groaned, “I want that ass. I want Harry. I want him, I want him I want him…”
“Ha!” Hermione crowed, “The pureblood princess is throwing a tantrum! Classic!”
“Ungh,” Harry groaned as Hermione started sawing her finger in and out of his backdoor, “That feels… fuck.”
“Harry,” Pansy pleaded, “Please… I’m so sorry for all the…”
“No,” Hermione snarled, “You do not talk to Harry. His permission does not matter. Not here. Not on the bed. You want something, you talk to your mistress… to his mistress. Me.”
Pansy gaped at Hermione. She knew this was wrong, that her father would have her hide for submitting to a muggleborn… but she was too far gone to care. She had entered the circle of lust and was drowning in it.
“Please,” she pleaded again, with Hermione, “Please let me…”
“Not until I am done,” Hermione said, as she pulled her finger out and then lined her shaft up along with Harry’s anus. Pansy actually got up onto the bed and sidled up to Hermione. She moaned at the sight of Hermione’s pink cockhead squishing up right as it poked into Harry’s anus. Pansy thrust her own pelvis forward and beat herself off frantically, occasionally rubbing her cockhead against Harry’s thigh.
Harry grunted as Hermione pushed forward, burrowing her cockhead into his anus. Pansy shrieked in lust as she saw Hermione’s cock actually stretch Harry’s asshole as it snuggled into what Pansy could only assume was a delicious space to be in. The Slytherin girl pinched her nipple even as she squeezed her cock with her other hand. Pansy knew she was acting like a desperate, horny slut, but she did not care. She was desperate and horny. Pansy lifted her ballsack and shoved two fingers into her cunt and moaned – she was flowing, her girl-cock was oozing. Her nipples were stiff, her cock was hard, her cunt was slick with arousal. She wanted to fuck. To be fucked. By Harry Potter. She wanted what Granger was getting.
Hermione gave a deep thrust, wedging her cock in all the way and Harry grunted again.
“Oh goodness, this arse is fantastic,” Hermione moaned, “So stiff and lush at the same time.”
And Hermione started sawing out – Pansy heard Hermione’s girl-cock scrape as Harry’s anus distended in amazing fashion and seven inches of Hermione’s shaft slid right out. And then Hermione slammed in, drawing a groan from Harry this time.
“Tell me you love it, Harry,” Hermione gasped, “Tell me you love my cock in your ass.”
“I do,” Harry gasped, “I LOVE IT, Hermione!”
And then, Hermione started ploughing him, slamming her hips into Harry’s ass and sending ripples across it. Pansy panted as she watched Harry’s cock swing back and forth like a giant pendulum, even as Hermione gave him a thorough assfucking. The busty Slytherin girl was actually pounding her fingers into her wet pussy, even as she desperate jerked her cock with her other hand.
And then Pansy just snapped. She immediately left Hermione’s side and rounded the rutting couple. She lay down with her back on the bed right in front of Harry, perpendicular to his body with her pelvis right underneath his panting, open mouth. She felt his hot breath wash over her fat eight-inch cock as it stood ramrod straight, glistening with her pre-cum.
And then, she reached out with her right hand, burrowing her fingers in Harry’s hair and shoved him down on her cock.
Pansy’s vision turned white as pleasure exploded across her body. Harry’s lips stretched around her cock and his tongue was everywhere, licking, prodding, lapping. She screamed to the heavens as Harry sucked away and moaned on her cock and she felt his wet cheeks wrap around her shaft.
“Oh you naughty little minx,” Hermione moaned as she pummeled Harry’s asshole.
“Morgana!” Pansy moaned, “You trained him… fuck… well!”
Pansy finally managed to focus on what was happening in front of her. She craned her neck up from the bed and nearly came, again, at the sight of her cock spearing into Harry’s handsome face, burrowing into his mouth. She was hornier than ever – she wanted to ruin him.
So she reached out with both hands and held his head in place as she slammed her pelvis upwards. Her balls flapped against his right cheek – Pansy couldn’t see it, but she could feel her testicles slapping Harry silly as her cock speared in and out of his hot, wet mouth and she loved it.
“You like that fat prick, Harry? You like your mouth being filled with my fat, juicy, cock?” Pansy gasped, “Take that pureblood cock!”
“MMMPPPHHH!” Harry groaned around her cock, sending heavenly vibrations up her shaft.
***
“Resorting to blood purity now, are we, Pansy?” Hermione panted as she continued to slam her hips into Harry’s bum.
Hermione was inwardly delighted at this turn of events. She hadn’t quite expected Pansy to end up in their lap like this, but here she was, moaning like a horny sow as she speared her girth into Harry’s mouth.
However, the pace at which things were escalating alarmed her ever so slightly. She hadn’t quite expected Pansy to have the body she did have – the Slytherin girl was quite beautiful. Hermione wanted to slam her cock between those immense tits – much bigger than her own – and shag them silly. And while Pansy’s cock was nothing compared to Harry’s monster, it was bigger and fatter than her own. Hermione had meant to make Pansy so desperate by watching her and Harry go at it, but the Slytherin girl had taken Hermione’s proffered inch and made it go a mile instead.
Hermione had quite forgotten how amazing being inside Harry’s ass was – she was lost in a haze of pleasure reaming his backdoor silly, and the next thing she knew, Pansy had already filled Harry’s mouth with her own plump meat. And now, she was annoyed, both at herself, and at Pansy.
“Oh yes, he likes it!” Pansy shrieked as she kept slamming her hips up and down as she held Harry’s head in place, “HE LOVES IT AND SO DO I!”
“MMMMMMNNNNN!” Harry moaned helplessly as Pansy’s balls slapped against his chin over and over.
Hermione was more than annoyed at this point – but she did not want to stop railing Harry’s amazing ass. She raised herself on her legs and squatted in front of Harry’s ass, even as she reached out and pushed his head further down in a savage manner; Harry’s lips were stretched obscenely around the base of Pansy’s cock, even as his ass was high up in the air with Hermione’s cock snuggled deep inside his asshole.
“How dare you take that slut’s cock in your mouth!” Hermione screeched and started sawing her cock in and out in even more savage manner, brutalizing his ass. Pansy half-laughed, half-moaned as she felt her cockhead burst into Harry’s throat, even as her entire shaft was engulfed by the handsome man. Harry choked and his throat worked wonders around Pansy’s mushroom head.
“Choke on that cock, you man-whore!” Hermione screamed as she increased the pace of her thrusting, slamming in and out like a woman possessed. Harry’s ass was rippling like she had never seen before, even as she ravaged his ass.
Hermione banged Harry’s butt like a demoness, in and out, up and down, hard and fast, all while holding his head down on Pansy’s crotch.
And then, Pansy’s eyes bulged all of a sudden. That snapped Hermione right out of her irritation.
“Harry, get off her,” Hermione said coldly, slowing her thrusts down to a more gradual, rhythmic pumping.
And just like that, Harry was off – he tore out of Pansy’s grasp quite easily, sliding his lips right off her cock, leaving a web of saliva between his lips and Pansy’s spit-glazed todger.
“NO!” Pansy screamed as her penis throbbed visibly, “I was so close!”
“That’s the point,” Hermione said coldly, “You have to earn that right, bitch.”
Pansy looked mutinous, but she seethed silently. The Slytherin girl looked at Harry, growled and sat up, crossing her arms right under her breasts, making them look even more impressive. She was quite a sight – long, thick, black tresses askew, beautiful face red with rage and frustration and her fat cock throbbing angrily as it pointed into the air, oozing pre-cum.
Hermione laughed, and pulled out of Harry with a loud splurch, drawing a moan from Harry at the sensation of loss. Hermione’s cock bobbed happily as she gave Harry’s ass a loud slap and watched his cheeks just flush back into shape, his hole closing magnificently as if Hermione hadn’t even entered him.
“Your ass is just divine, love,” Hermione murmured as Harry himself straightened up, rubbing his cock, “But it looks like your massive pole needs some loving too. Which I’m sure Pansy is willing to provide.”
Pansy’s vengeful glare fell away as she looked at Hermione bewildered. And the bewilderment turned to surprise as Harry hugged Pansy and stood up, pressing her body to his.
***
Pansy shrieked softly as she felt herself lift into the air with Harry’s muscular hands tight around her hips, right above the curve of her buttocks. Her cock turned upwards and its sensitive underside rubbed right against Harry’s toned tummy, even as her balls settled on his massive shaft, which felt like a broomstick between her legs.
And suddenly, Harry knelt on the bed. His grip on her hips loosened and she leaned back automatically, pushing her hard knob and balls right against his hard abdomen. Harry himself then leaned back and laid on the bed, with his legs spread out between her own. She felt his cock flush against her ass, and she felt his slimy pre-cum rub all over her rump. Pansy’s feet settled on the bed and she was squatting over his tummy with her cock pointing straight ahead.
“Now sit on my cock,” Harry said in his deep voice, sending a shiver down her spine.
Pansy gulped. She raised herself into the air above him, feeling his shaft grind against her ass as she rose up. And up… “Morgana,” Pansy thought, “that thing is enormous.”
And then, just as she rose up so that she was squatting just above his erect penis, she felt two slender fingers shove themselves up her vagina. Pansy shrieked in surprise. And Hermione laughed.
“You’re flowing, Parkinson,” the muggleborn crowed.
“Fuck you, Granger,” Pansy gasped as Hermione stirred her fingers around her snatch, grinding against her inner walls.
Hermione drew her fingers out and moved into Pansy’s vision. The Gryffindor girl held her fingers up to Pansy’s face – they were drenched in Pansy’s arousal. The Slytherin blushed.
And then, steeling herself, Pansy lowered her body, only to feel her balls land on Harry’s enormous cockhead. Pansy leaned forward, so that Harry’s cock moved past her balls and settled flush against her lower lips.
It was huge – it felt like a massive dome-shaped something was stretching her cunt and Harry was barely even in. Pansy thanked the stars for her lost hymen; this would have been extremely painful otherwise. And then, inch by inch, Pansy sank down and felt her cunny part ever so slowly to accommodate the massive cock-meat trying to burrow into her snatch. Her balls dragged down Harry’s shaft, even as her vagina spasmed and writhed around his fleshpole. Hazily, through eyes narrowed in blissful pain, Pansy registered the fact that Hermione was sitting on Harry’s chest right in front of her, but she paid it no mind.
That is, until Hermione slapped her hands onto Pansy’s hips and slammed them down. Pansy screamed and her cunt parted violently as Harry’s cock plowed its way into her cervix.
“FUCK YOU!” Pansy screamed as she felt her balls slam against Harry’s midriff, even as her drooling quim was impaled all the way down on his cock. He was poking into parts unknown now – Pansy hadn’t even known someone could go so deep into her.
“Sorry,” Pansy heard Hermione say, even as she closed her eyes in simultaneous pain and pleasure, “Just getting it out of the way.”
“She’s so tight!” Harry groaned, “Like a hot, silky vice wrapping around my dick.”
Pansy scrambled for support as she sat on Harry’s cock, but she found that the only support was Hermione in front of her. Pansy reached out and held onto Hermione’s shoulders.
“My, my,” Hermione gloated, “Such a horny little Slytherin tart.”
And then Hermione moved closer. Pansy forced her eyes open and glared at Hermione. And then gasped as she felt her own cock touch a slender, silky-smooth pole.
Pansy looked down and found Hermione’s cock right in front of her own erect cock that was pointing straight ahead. Hermione too appeared to be nursing a stiff erection. Hermione dragged herself even closer so that Hermione’s tits pressed right into Pansy’s breasts, smushing them together. Pansy felt Hermione’s nipples poke into her own tits, even as her own sensitive nipples pressed into Hermione’s lush, pillowy breasts.
“Unnnnnngggghhhh,” Pansy moaned. Hermione giggled and shook her breasts violently so that their tits slapped against each other, making a series of plop, slap, smack noises and Pansy moaned again and her vaginal walls spasmed around Harry’s cock again. Hermione then smirked at Pansy as she lowered her head right between Pansy’s breasts, sandwiching her face in Pansy’s deep cleavage. Pansy felt Hermione’s tongue lick all over the valley between her breasts and then, Hermione shook her face violently so that Pansy’s tits slapped the Head Girl’s face.
“Granger, you… unggh,” Pansy gasped, as Hermione pulled out of her cleavage and munched on Pansy’s right nipple. Hermione’s tongue flicked all over Pansy’s puffy, swollen nipple, slathering it in saliva as Hermione just kept nibbling and sucking on it. Simultaneously, the Gryffindor girl seized her own cock and smacked it against Pansy’s cock.
Pansy couldn’t help it – she had a penis buried deep inside her twat, stretching it obscenely, and her own she-cock was being smacked around by Hermione’s girl-shaft. Pansy started grinding her ass back and forth on Harry’s crotch, relishing the feeling of his massive shaft grinding and pushing against places she did not even know she had. At the same time, she felt Hermione’s fist curl around her cock squeezing it in delightful fashion and then playing with it.
“It’s so spongy!” Hermione squealed, as she just smushed their shemale cockheads together. The friction was delightful. Pansy panted and looked down just as Hermione went back to chomping on Pansy’s breasts – the left one this time. Nonetheless, Pansy had a clear view of what was going on – Hermione’s dexterous hands were grinding their girl-shafts together, like she was dueling with them. The Head Girl rubbed her prick up and down Pansy’s pole, then held their pissholes against each other, smushing the heads so that their pee-holes were kissing and it felt amazing. Hermione gently pushed so that their holes smooched and their pre-cum mixed and then drew apart, leaving a trail of slimy juice connecting them. And all this while Harry’s massive tackle throbbed inside Pansy.
“Such a fat cock!” Hermione exclaimed delightedly, as she let go of Pansy’s nipple, leaned back and slid her pelvis forward so that her penis turned up against Pansy’s and their sensitive undersides were flush against each other. Both Pansy and the Head Girl looked down at their girl-cocks, lined up against each other with Hermione’s vagina right on Pansy’s balls. The difference in size was evident. Pansy’s shaft stood taller and much wider than Hermione’s slender she-cock. Where Hermione’s shaft tapered into a smooth, narrow head, Pansy’s plump shaft flared at the end to form a blunt dome. Nonetheless, both were smooth and pinkish, with barely a vein visible on either of them. Hermione moved her cock up and down, grinding Pansy’s skin back and forth across her fat prick, both their cocks shiny with Harry’s spit.
This continued a while, with Hermione and Pansy squishing both their cocks and their tits together as Pansy ground Harry’s cock inside her. But a while later, just as Pansy was building towards another high, Hermione suddenly got up and moved away. Pansy stared, bewildered at Harry’s muscular body underneath her, gasping as her throbbing penis bounced on his abdomen. And before she knew it, Harry had squeezed her tits and was pulling her by her breasts onto him.
Pansy laughed and leaned in; their lips met. Pansy sighed and moaned as Harry’s tongue plundered her lips, tasting her tongue, twirling this way and that, flicking back and forth like a serpent. She marveled at the new feeling – her breasts were now squashed against a rock-hard chest instead of Hermione’s lush pillows. Pansy moaned as she felt Harry grope her ass, pinching her buttcheeks and prising them apart so that Pansy felt a cool breeze against her starfish.
“Wait,” Pansy thought as she forced herself to think despite the heavenly kiss, “Breeze?”
And then she felt something hard poking into her asshole – startled, Pansy realized the breeze had actually been some sort of a spell. Hermione was poking something hard into her asshole – something hard and fleshy and… “Oh no,” Pansy thought.
The Head Girl prodded and pushed, squeezing her seven-inch girl-cock right into Pansy’s wide ass.
“I like my asses firm,” Hermione said smoothly, slipping her cock in past Pansy’s anal sphincter, “But I can make do with this soft slutty ass too.”
Pansy struggled and writhed, but Harry held her too firmly. “MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHNNNN!” Pansy screamed into Harry’s mouth as Hermione sheathed her cock inside her ass inch by inch, punctuating each time she got deeper into Pansy’s rectum with a harsh slap across the Slytherin girl’s ass.
And before she knew it, Hermione’s hips were flush against her rear as seven inches of hard cock were buried in her ass. Pansy had never felt so full in her entire life – she had lost all of her virginity by this point. Her mother would have been shocked at the sight - the scion of a pureblood family, with a massive half-blood rod inside her drooling cunt and a mudblood railing her up the ass. They all held their positions for a while as they simply let Pansy adjust to the cocks shoved up her nether regions.
And then, the fucking started. Pansy’s was pulled up by the hair as Harry let go of her ass; he grabbed her tits as she rose up with her hands on his chest. And then, Hermione curled her hand around Pansy’s tummy and raised her up on Harry’s cock – Harry’s penis spread her insides so much he was practically grinding against every nerve ending inside her love tunnel. And then Hermione just dropped her – Pansy was pulled down by sheer gravity as her vagina was once again ground onto Harry’s length.
And they started building up a rhythm, which merely grew in pace. Pansy was sawing back and forth between Hermione’s she-cock in her ass and Harry’s massive schlong in her vagina, with Pansy’s own cock and balls bouncing wildly on top of Harry’s hard abdominal muscles. All the while, Harry’ kept slapping and groping her tits roughly, pulling at her nipples and letting her tits bounce sometimes, and then mauling her tits, while she bounced on top of him. Gasps, moans and shrieks tumbled from Pansy’s mouth, her tongue lolling out and a wide, stupid smile on her face as she was double-penetrated for the first time in her life.
“Tell me you love this, you pureblood bitch!” Hermione screamed, pumping Pansy’s hips up and down.
“HNNNNNNAAAAAAAHHHH!” Pansy screamed stupidly.
“TELL ME YOU LOVE IT!” Hermione screamed again.
“I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!” Pansy shrieked in return. Dimly, she heard Harry laugh, but she did not give a damn, “FUCK MEEEE… NNNGGGHHH!”
“You’re a whore!” Hermione taunted, “A filthy, pureblood whore.” The slapping of flesh, the sound of Hermione’s cock scraping Pansy’s dumper, the sound of Harry’s cock spearing her sloshing pussy filled the room.
“YES!” Pansy screamed, “I’M A PUREBLOOD BITCH! FUCK MY CUNT! MY ARSE! FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT!”
Hermione started pummeling her hips into Pansy and Pansy felt grips switch across her body. Now Harry’s stronger hands were pumping her hips up and down, even as Hermione grabbed her love handles from behind and started fucking her while Harry slammed her up and down on his cock.
Pansy felt a searing, pleasurable sensation snake its way up her spine like lightning, sending tingles all over her body. All she could feel was the sensation of her clit bouncing on Harry’s cock, even as her cockhead slapped up and down along with her balls on Harry’s midriff. Tap. Bounce. Tap. Bounce. Slap.
And then, her vision turned white as her ass clenched tight and her vaginal walls spasmed wildly. It was like her brain had just exploded with pleasure, and the next thing she knew, her vagina had burst as it sprayed around Harry’s massive cock. Pansy emitted a full-throated scream as she convulsed on top of Harry.
“Good girl!” Hermione said happily, “Good girl.”
And then, with incredible strength, Hermione pulled her off Harry’s massive rod; it popped out of her vagina with a wet pop and Pansy screamed again as the sensation of pulling out made her spasms worse. Pansy was now sitting on Hermione’s lap with her ass still clenching around the Head Girl’s rod, even as her pussy spewed what seemed to be a fountain of girl-cum all over the bed and Pansy’s own balls. Pansy could barely even believe it – she had never had a vaginal orgasm like this one before. Ever.
Hermione just held her in place as the Head Girl ground her hips into Pansy’s ass with a naughty smile on her face. Pansy just moaned inarticulately as her vaginal convulsions seemed to die down – every few seconds or so though, her muscles seemed to spasm in the after-shock of her immense orgasm. Pansy could feel Hermione breasts squishing into her back now.
“Well, looks like our naughty little tart has cum all over the place…” Hermione gloated, pushing her pelvis forward so that Pansy felt the Gryffindor’s cock move in her butt. Pansy’s own she-cock jiggled around and throbbed angrily, “Looks like our little Slytherin tart has had enough.”
“Not yet,” Pansy panted, “Hermione, please.”
“Oh yes,” Hermione crooned, “I’d forgotten all about your fat prick. Look at that thing, wagging all over the place like a bitch’s tail.”
Pansy pinched her own nipple and moaned. “Please!” she screamed desperately.
“You can jerk yourself off, you know,” Hermione whispered, her tongue snaking out to taste Pansy’s earlobe.
The Slytherin girl was really tempted. But she desisted and pleaded, “Hermione, I need… fuck.”
“Do you want me to jerk you off?” Hermione whispered again.
Pansy shivered and moaned as she felt Hermione nibble on her earlobe.
“No,” Pansy panted, “I want… I want…”
“Harry’s ass?” Hermione asked.
“YES!” Pansy screamed, “PLEASE! I don’t… not like this.”
“You still haven’t asked me nicely,” Hermione murmured into Pansy’s ear.
“MISTRESS!” Pansy yelled in a shrill manner, desperate for more relief, still trying to come down from her vaginal orgasm, “PLEASE! PLEASE LET THIS PUREBLOOD SLUT HAVE YOUR HARRY’S ASS!”
Pansy felt Hermione’s girl-shaft throb inside her anus. “That’s my girl,” Hermione said, “Harry, go ahead.”
Pansy gaped and looked right ahead at Harry, who had gotten up and was now turning around. Pansy gulped as she saw his tight ass bounce in front of her face. As Pansy quivered on Hermione’s cock, she saw Harry lower himself on her lap. And ever so slowly, his smooth cheeks touched her pulsing shaft.
“Unnnnnnhhh,” Pansy moaned as she felt her spongy head make contact with his deliciously tight asshole. And his silky cheeks wrapped around her cockhead tightly as his ass slowly lowered itself. Pillows – firm, yet silken smooth, with just the right amount of muscle – that hugged her cock as it wriggled right into what seemed to be the hottest crevasse Pansy had ever been in. Harry groaned, sending vibrations up and down her cock.
“Looks like Harry loves it too,” Hermione whispered huskily in Pansy’s ear, even as Hermione’s shaft gave another throb inside Pansy’s arse.
Pansy’s cock made its way deeper and deeper into heaven, pushing and prodding and fucking the tightest, hottest space Pansy knew – this was better than Harry’s mouth. Pansy was shuddering in pleasure now, even as Harry’s ass stretched deliciously around her meat.
Pansy could not help it any more – she reached around Harry and grabbed his massive cock, barely noticing that her palms didn’t even begin to encircle its monstrous girth and started beating it off frantically.
“Sit on my cock, you bastard, you handsome, fucking bastard, you fucking hero, fuck me…” Pansy knew she was blubbering but she didn’t care.
And then Harry’s ass flattened against her tummy, her breasts smushing against his back – her cock was fully buried in his hot ass. Pansy leaned forward and bit Harry’s neck, hard. Harry grunted and then, bounced. His ass rippled along her cock, choking it as if it were in an amazing vice, and the friction was heavenly. And then his ass slapped right down, right on her balls and Pansy shrieked in pleasure.
“This ass…” Pansy screamed as Harry bounced, again, slapping his cheeks back down on her cock.
“NEVER LET THIS GO!” Pansy shrieked again, even as Harry bounced, for the third time. Hermione laughed in her ear. And then, Hermione groaned and shuddered – Pansy felt her ass fill up with Hermione’s ejaculate as the Head Girl came in her ass.
Pansy decided, at that very moment, that she would fuck Harry’s ass every chance she got – she would fuck these delicious cheeks, and then fuck them some more. She never wanted to leave this place – her cock would carve out a home for itself between his cheeks. And when she wasn’t fucking his ass, she would be sitting on his massive rod, stretching her twat around it and squirting all over the place. She didn’t care if she had to remain under Hermione’s boot forever, she would have this ass, no matter what.
And then Harry bounced – once, twice, thrice and Pansy exploded. Lightning seemed to course through her entire body, sending tingles and sparks everywhere, lighting up her vision in white fire as she spilled. And then she opened her eyes and her eyeballs nearly bulged at what was spewing forth from Harry’s cock – torrents of the thickest baby batter she had ever seen were spewing all over the room. Pansy half-laughed, half-panted as she realized she had literally fucked the cum out of Harry.
After nearly a minute of sweet release, Pansy groaned as she felt Harry’s world-class ass lift off her cock. Hermione was softly kissing Pansy’s neck and kneading her tits lazily. Pansy’s softening shaft throbbed as she noticed her ejaculate leaking out of Harry’s asshole, which was closing back up rapidly.
“That… was wonderful,” Pansy said tiredly.
“Decided to join us, have you?” Hermione asked. Pansy felt Hermione’s she-cock soften inside her anus.
“Yes,” Pansy murmured, and after a pause, added, “Mistress.”
The Slytherin girl felt the Head Girl smile against the nape of her neck.
“Good,” Hermione said and there was an edge to her voice.
And that was when Pansy knew she had just been subjected to an elaborate seduction. And she could not care less.
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