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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I grinned and leaned back under the water.

“Actually Jamie.”

“Oh.” I smiled slightly at the sound of Ron’s hesitant voice. “Is uh...is Harry coming back any--”

“Get in here Ron.” I sighed, “I have seen you naked, you have seen me naked. In fact the last time we saw each other naked I’m pretty sure I was massaging the cum out of your fucking balls straight into Hermione’s pussy! Now get in here and deliver the fucking message.”

“...okay.”

I watched the blurry image stand outside the door and slid the shower open and crossed my arms. He was looking anywhere but at me.

“Yes?”

“The girls wanted me to let you know that they’re ready for tonight.” He was looking at the door, but the way he kept glancing back was giving me butterflies.

“Good.” I nodded and as he kept standing there I realized he was at a loss of what to do. “Um...so how are you liking it?”

“What?” He seemed nervous all of a sudden, and I realized he probably thought I meant my body. The fact that I could do that to him made my insides clench, and the smirk that hit my face all of a sudden caused me to have to turn and face the wall. Then I realized that my soapy slick butt was facing him instead of my tits, and before I knew it I was wiggling as I ran my finger through my hair to get the soap out.

“Getting to finally just fuck Hermione?”

“Oh…” I was surprised to hear the dejection in his voice, “we don’t really...since you know..with her mouth is as good as….yeah.” He rubbed the side of his neck and I was taken aback. It hadn’t occurred to me that giving a girl the ability to come from just a blowjob would cause this outcome. It was meant to be a reward to offset the...well honestly work that came from the task, not completely circumvent the process so to speak. I’d have to go back and reevaluate my idea on that one. The fact that my crush was standing here, blue balled, watching me shower however, was not lost on my now leaking inner walls… or you know, the back of my mind.

“Sorry to hear that.” I paused, the butterflies getting stronger. My breath was shuddering as I stood there, debating with myself inside about what I was doing, saying. My mouth was so dry, even in the shower I was drying myself crazy. I was warring with myself inside between shame, lust, and reason. “So...take off your clothes and get in.” I

“What?!” His head snapped around even as his hands reached for his own shirt.

“I know I disgust you but I need someone to wash my back.” I turned and waited until I felt the body behind me in the spray and handed the soap over. I felt electric as that big hand caressed my shoulder and slid down the middle of my back.

“You don’t.”

“I don’t what?” I looked over my shoulder. His eyes were looking down my back at my ass.

“Disgust me.”

“Could have fooled me.” I chuckled mirthlessly. The hand on my back stopped again, and I almost went up on my tiptoes as I felt big strong calloused fingers dip into the crack of my ass, around the bottom swell of my cheek and then over my hip and up my ribs in one smooth stroke.

“This just… I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.” I could hear the conflict in his voice, the pain at having to face these emotions.

“You remember…” I bit my lip, trying not to turn around, “the way it felt...when you found out Harry had... stolen Hermione’s first?”

“....J-Jamie... I don’t wanna talk--”

“Do you remember?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you remember what it felt like...worrying..that you were never...gonna have her...never hold her like that...that she might--” I was dizzy for a moment as he spun me around.

“What the hell is your point?!”

“How do you think it feels for me?” I was glad I was in the shower so he couldn’t see the tears welling in my eyes. “I held you...I let you..with her...it should have…” I bit back the sob, “four years Ron...trapped...watching you...not able...not knowing how…” I looked up at him, seeing his eyes searching mine. “You like bossy women, I figured that out. And try as I might to pretend, it’s not me...I’m not Harry. He can order these girls around all day. I just want…”

“What?”

I opened my mouth, closed it, unable to find the words. Lucky for me I didn’t need them. I felt the hands on my ass, firm and strong pick me up, chest to chest I had only a fraction of a second too look into his eyes before he kissed me. I was only vaguely aware of the change in temperature as he walked straight out of the shower carrying me into the bedroom. My first sensation after the kiss was landing on my ass on the bed.

“Ro--”

I tried to speak but his kiss hit me again, and as my knees went up on instinct he loomed over me. I was aware of my legs being lifted even higher, practically folding me in half. I thought at first he was fingering me till I felt IT.

Ron Weasley wasn’t big on foreplay, but he was plenty big in other departments. I bit down on his lip and cried out as my pussy walls suddenly formed a near perfect circle easily as big as Ginny’s fucking wrist. That thought made me laugh, that somewhere in the back of my mind I was comparing his massive cock to his little sister’s arm.

“So good…”

I listened to him groan against my forehead as he put what I at first thought was his entire cock in me, then he pulled it back out half way...when he put it back in I nearly fainted.

“R-RON RON WAIT!” I clung to his big arms, fingers trembling on his muscles as he slowed to a stop. “You’re...not allowed... to get me... pregnant... tonight.” I got the words out between gasps for breath around the spear warming my belly as best I could. I had both hands against his chest, and as we stared at each other I unconsciously ran my fingers through his sparse chest hair. I looked up into his eyes, seeing the gears turning in his head as he froze there, his arms on either side of my head.

“...tonight?” The word nearly echoed in the silence that followed, and how I managed to blush in the middle of sex as beyond me, but I couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I just hope I get to before Neville.”

I looked up sharply at that, straight into those big beautiful eyes...right as two massive fat balls hit my ass crack like the apocalypse. I couldn’t breath, there was no room inside me for air. Apparently the look on my face was something he liked, because he quickly yanked out nearly the entire thing, and before I could take a breath he rammed it right back in with a clap.

Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop….

It was odd…

I was beyond the concept of an orgasm. I was wailing like an animal, searching his face for every scrap of pleasure I could see. My body was locked in a state of pure bliss, unable to stop feeling so amazing as I watched his dripping glistening body on top of me roll like a wave into the center of my soul again and again.

It was over too soon. Before I knew it the arm he’d scooped behind my shoulders was pushing me down into a pubic bone pushing me up. As the burning ropes surged up his rod I realized I was close to finishing myself. I bit my lip and wriggled my hips. I ground my clit into him as he did his best to fill me, hold me still as he mounted me roughly, locking me in place to take every last drop. My Ron was a stallion, and it wasn’t till he panted and laid against me that I realized I’d been moaning his name nearly the entire time. As the last few ropes died down my orgasm broke, and I laid there curling my toes against the covers as my broken pussy tried to milk more out of him even as it filled to the brim.

We lay like that, spent, I don’t know how long. I grinned to myself as I felt him shifting. My insides told me the almost imperceptible truth. He was still humping, still grinding his fat cock inside me. His hormones telling him to keep fucking, apparently I was good pussy. I let my hands wander down the muscles of his back. Cupping his ass I raked my nails up both cheeks feeling the goosebumps form and hearing him murmur in his half asleep post coital bliss.

“Get hard.” I whispered the words into his neck, and my left eye twitched and closed of its own volition at the state of his flaccid tool going back to its iron-pipe-baby-maker state. His startled grunt told me he noticed too, that and him raising his head curiously. “I just want to feel it in me. I’ve waited so long for this...I just don’t want it to end.”

“W..will it go down?” He seemed rather worried, realizing and remembering the control over him I had for the first time since he’d thrown me on the bed and fucked the shit out of me like a complete madman.

“That depends…” I grinned, kissing his bottom lip and dragging my nails up his back, “Have you..gotten any today?” I rolled my hips, realizing that the immense girth was not so bad once you were used to it. It was the sudden getting used to it that fucking hurt!

“Nah…” he licked his dry lips looking down at me. I grinned as he shook his head lazily. “We were..I mean...after the meeting..” I loved his little sleepy stare, and I knew I couldn’t hold back now that I had him.

“Too bad for her,” I licked my own lips, guiding him to my chest and sighing as he sucked on my nipple hungrily. “I want you...to take every last drop of cum you’ve been saving up…” I ran my fingers through his hair, “and cum in this pussy like you’re marking your territor--EH!”

I was not prepared for the lurch, and in my relaxed and slightly fucked silly state I did not think about how long and thick that thing had felt the first time.

“HRGH!” This time was different, this time he didn’t look down at me with smug manliness...this was panic. The veins in his neck bulging, his arms on either side of mine trembling to hold himself up, and above all the throbbing massive cock practically jumping around inside me spastically as his whole body quivered. “I can’t--It won’t stop!”

I could tell he was telling the truth, I could feel it. It didn’t even feel like spurts anymore. Just one constant flow that ebbed. Unfortunately I couldn't really speak much. Or breathe. I was seeing spots by the time he finally lurched back down on me. This time there was none of the satisfied groans. It was frantic panting and gasps from both of us as he rolled off.

The mess. Fucking Merlin help me, you’d think I used yogurt for lube.

“Ahem.”

I lazily stared at the ceiling, the afterglow so strong I almost didn’t want it to end.

“Ahem!”

I rolled my head towards the door and froze.

“I see that you two have worked out your differences.”

It was Daphne that spoke, thankfully, cause I was afraid of what would come out of Hermione’s mouth with the look on her face.
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