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The Happy Hotwives of Hogsmeade	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 34007 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 6 — Hermione and Ron, Part IIb

Ron could hardly contain himself. Given the events of the previous night, the message from Hermione could only realistically mean one thing. He had two hours left on his shift, but he couldn’t bear it. The second the message had arrived, his cock had become erect and hadn’t abated since. This wasn’t a problem, standing as he was behind a counter, but if he wanted to leave early, he’d need to go talk to Angelina. Under normal circumstances, talking to Angelina was liable to give him an erection, as she frequently dressed in extremely revealing clothes. She also had an unfortunately keen eye, and had spotted his erections, small as they were, through his trousers on previous occasions.

After an agonizing half hour, he couldn’t take it anymore. In desperation, he activated a spell that let him grab products from anywhere in the store, and shifted it to peruse the section hidden behind several charms at the back of the store. George had long since discontinued the sale of love potions in favor of more obviously consensual adult products. Among these was a magical chastity device. Ron’s fantasies had made him keenly aware of this product, and interested in trying it, but he’d never quite worked up the courage. Now seemed as good a time as any: his erection wasn’t going anywhere (it was getting worse, if anything) and he needed to talk to his sister-in-law if he wanted to leave. He grabbed a device off the shelf and deactivated the spell.

He looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching and ducked into the employee washroom. Locking the door behind him, he quickly fitted the device over his cock, groaning as the spells forced his cock into a less rigid state. His intent was to remove it as soon as he’d talked to Angelina, but as soon as it was in place, a lock appeared on the device and a small box appeared on the counter. A note affixed to the box read:

Thank you for your purchase of the patented “Wizard Keeper 3000!” Now that the device has been activated, your key is ready to use or lose!

Ron groaned again and tried to open the little box that clearly contained the key. It refused to budge, and a second note appeared.

Sorry! You know the rules! This key can only be accessed by your key holder, silly boy! This box has been automatically encrypted to your romantic partner’s wand. If you do not have a partner, have been tricked into wearing the device, or would like personal control over the key spell, please contact Angelina at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, who will be happy to modify the spell.

“Fuck…” groaned Ron, wishing he’d remembered the details of this particular product before choosing it. Why couldn’t he have just had a quick wank? That probably would have taken care of things!

Suddenly, a knock came at the door.

“Ron!” Called Angelina, “are you in there? There’s a line at the check out!”

Ron quickly deactivated the anti-shoplifting spell on the device and shoved the box into his pocket.

“Sorry, Angelina,” he said, opening the door. The sight of his sister-in-law/boss briefly halted his tongue. As usual, Angelina had dressed to provoke, in a barely-there green tube top and even more abbreviated black skirt paired with teetering heeled boots. He cleared his throat. “Sorry…I don’t think my lunch agreed with me.”

Angelina grimaced and rolled her eyes.

“That’s what you get for eating at that skuzzy kebab shop every day. I’m pretty sure they’ve never even heard of refrigeration!” She sighed. “You might as well go home, then. Don’t need you puking your guts out in front of customers. I’m finished with my work anyways.”

“Thanks, Angelina,” said Ron, gratefully. Before she could change her mind, he apparated to the alley behind their apartment. He hurried inside and, when the lift revealed itself to be on its way to the top floor, groaned in exasperation before sprinting up the stairs. The chastity device was pinching noticeably, but he didn’t care. He drew up outside their flat and stood panting for a moment, hands clasped on his knees.

Their door was somewhat ajar — though he knew that Hermione’s protective charms wouldn’t let it stay open unless she wanted in that way — and he listened for a moment before easing it further open and entering. There were voices coming from the sitting room, but he couldn’t quite make them out. As quietly as he could, he closed the door and crept down the hall. He heard the sound of a bottle being put down on a wood surface.

“Can I get you another beer?” Came Hermione’s voice. It was dripping with arousal. “I think I could use another glass of wine, myself.”

“Sounds good to me,” responded Marcus’s deep baritone.

Hermione’s heels clicked across the floor and she came into the hall, looking not at all surprised to see Ron standing there. She beckoned and he followed her to the kitchen. As she refilled her glass and pulled a cold beer from the fridge, she whispered to Ron.

“Are you okay with what’s about to happen?”

He nodded, moaning.

“I am, but I’ve got a little problem…I was getting hard at work, so I grabbed a…device to keep my boner from being too obvious, but I can’t get it off without your help!”

“No time for that. I’ll help you later, silly.” She patted him on the cheek. “Go hide in the bedroom closet and get naked. I put a watch spell and a silencing charm in it. You won’t miss anything. Remember the safe word?”

He nodded — they had agreed to the use of a magic safe word, that Ron would only need to think, to tell Hermione if he wanted everything to stop — and without another word, she headed back to the sitting room. Groaning in frustration, Ron crept to the bedroom and stepped into the closet. It was a large walk-in closet, so had plenty of room for him to maneuver. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and looked at the mirror that hung from the back of the door. It had been charmed to show a view of the sitting room, where Hermione was just clinking her glass against Marcus’s beer bottle. They both drank deeply and set their drinks aside.

As Ron watched, Hermione scooted a bit closer to Marcus and put her hand flirtatiously on his knee.

“Where were we?” She asked.

“Right about here, I think,” he said and pulled her into his lap, which she straddled eagerly, her skirt riding up towards her waist.

Ron’s cock swelled painfully as he watched his wife bring her mouth down to Marcus’s as her hands roamed over his broad chest. The pair kissed for long minutes and Marcus’s hands, which had started on Hermione’s waist had explored all the way down her legs and were now cupping her arse.

Hermione finally broke the kiss and leaned back, panting.

“You’re a little minx, aren’t you, Hermione?” Said Marcus, who was also breathing heavily. “I can feel the heat coming off your little cunt, and you’ve left quite the puddle on my leg.”

“Sorry about that,” she said, huskily. “We should probably do something about that.”

She slid off the sofa and reached up to unbuckle Marcus’s belt before sliding his trousers down his legs. At once, his cock sprang up, perfectly matching the dildo that Hermione had used the night before.

“I’ve wanted to get my hands on this beautiful cock for so long,” she said, her breath coming quick and shallow.

“Be my guest,” said Marcus, leaning forward briefly to grab his beer and then relaxing back. Hermione reached up and reverently cupped his balls in one hand while the other took hold of his shaft and stroked slowly up its length. Ron felt as though his cock was going to explode when Hermione leaned in further and kissed one of the huge balls and then the monstrous shaft.

Marcus groaned as Hermione stretched upwards and engulfed the head of the cock in her mouth, glad that she’d practiced on the dildo and the minister. She couldn’t help comparing the two black cocks she’d had in her mouth that day, and while Marcus’s was maybe half an inch longer, Kingsley’s was definitely thicker, so she was able to take a little more of Marcus’s shaft into her mouth. His giant hand rested gently on the back of her head, urging her to take more and more of his cock.

Hermione savored the musky taste of Marcus’s member, and the feeling of the silky smooth, yet hard and virile flesh in her mouth. She moaned around his cock, taking a little more of it into her inexperienced mouth with each bob of her head, his hand helping to push her just a little further down the shaft each time. The longer she worked on his cock, the more her own arousal threatened to swamp her entire mind. By the time she made it halfway down his shaft, her pussy, though untouched, was fluttering on the brink of an orgasm.

“Jesus, you’ve got a nice mouth, Hermione,” said Marcus. “Just a little further…” he pulled her head towards him, and with a spluttering gag, Hermione managed to take another few inches into her mouth, enough that the tip of her nose was nearly touching the wiry hair around his cock. “Good girl,” grunted Marcus, thrusting his hips gently. “Almost there. You going to drink my cum like a good little white girl?”

“Mmm-hmm,” moaned Hermione. Marcus began to buck his hips faster, his hands holding her head firmly in place.

“Here it comes,” he grunted, and, with a final thrust, he came. As the warm, salty liquid filled her mouth, Hermione came, too, and fell back, quivering. Cum leaked out of her mouth and onto her blouse. She panted for a moment, then discarded her blouse and bra. She scooted forward and took the still hard cock back into her mouth to clean off any remaining cum.

“First time sucking a black cock?” Asked Marcus. He reached out to tug on one of her nipples.

“No,” said Hermione, popping the cock out of her mouth and giving it a kiss. This was a new revelation to Ron, who sank down to the floor of the closet, impotently trying to rub his cock. Hermione gently stroked Marcus’s cock while licking the head.

“Really? I would have thought I was the first.”

Hermione giggled.

“You missed it by about an hour,” she said, teasingly. She leaned up to kiss his pecs. “But if you get me into the bedroom, you’ll get to be the first black guy in my pussy.”

“That’s an opportunity I’m not going to pass up,” said Marcus, and he stood, kicking off his trousers. He pulled his shirt over his head and then lifted Hermione to her feet and tossed her, giggling, over his shoulder.

Ron’s last magical sight of the pair was of Marcus hiking her skirt up to grope her panty-clad ass as he strode to the bedroom. He quickly repositioned himself so that he could see out the slats of the closet door and soon saw Marcus stride into the room and toss Hermione onto the bed. She had managed to wriggle out of her skirt on the way, and so lay on the bed clad only in her knickers and stockings. Ron had never seen her look more beautiful than she did just then, nor had he ever seen her look more aroused.

“Come fuck me,” she moaned, sliding off her soaking knickers. “I need it! Show me what a really cock feels like!”

“You need a real man, Hermione?” Marcus asked, stroking his cock slowly. “Your little married white pussy feeling a bit empty? Unsatisfied? What would your husband say?”

Hermione had buried a few fingers into her cunt while Marcus teased her.

“He can’t give me what I need, and he knows it,” said Hermione, looking straight at the closet. “Now come fuck me! Show me what a real cock feels like! Fill my cunt with a real man’s cum for the first time in my life!”

Marcus swaggered over to her, and she spread her legs as wide as she could. He slapped his cock against her pussy a few times, rubbing it teasingly over her clit.

“You want this big black cock in you?”

“God, yes!” Panted Hermione, her voice tight with desperation. “I need it!”

Marcus rubbed his cock over her pussy again, and then pressed forward, so that his balls rested against her dripping opening and his cock lay flat against her stomach, reaching nearly as far as her heaving breasts.

“See how far that’s going to go into you? I’m going to ruin you for your husband,” he said. “Once this thing has been inside you, no white boy’s ever going to be able to give you what you need.”

“He already can’t give it to me! Fuck me already! Oh, fuck!”

Marcus had slid the head of his cock into her while she was pleading, and just the tip was spreading her like never before. Somehow, even the dildo, modeled as it was on Marcus’s cock, couldn’t compare to the real thing.

“Oh yeah,” groaned Marcus, slipping in a few more inches and starting to thrust gently. “That’s a nice pussy…Jesus, it’s tight. Hubby’s little dick never stretched you out?”

“No…” panted Hermione, already rapidly approaching another orgasm. “Even my dildo…never this full…”

Marcus laughed and pumped faster, sheathing his full length into her for the first time.

“Fuck!” She screamed. Her pussy clamped down on Marcus’s cock.

“That’s it,” he grunted, “cum for me. I’ve ruined you for white cock now, haven’t I?”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes!”

“Are you a little whore for black cock now? Going to spread these legs for every brother in the country?”

“Fuck!”

“Say it. No more orgasms until you admit what you are!”

“Fuck!”

Marcus slowed his thrusts to an agonizingly slow pace.

“Admit it, Hermione,” he teased. He slowed down again and Hermione moaned.

“Fuck! I’m a whore for black cock!” She screamed. “I’m a whore for black cock! I’m a black cock whore! Fuck!”

“Good girl,” said Marcus, speeding back up. Suddenly he pulled out.

“Turn over,” he ordered.

Hermione had never let Ron fuck her doggy-style, but no part of her brain even considered denying Marcus. She turned over and arched her back, presenting her ass to Marcus. He slapped both hands down onto her ass, grabbed her hips, and thrust back into her dripping pussy.

“Oh, god!” Screamed Hermione. “So deep! Fuck!”

Marcus put one leg up on the be and picked up his pace. He took a handful of Hermione’s hair and pulled her backwards towards him. His other hand closed around her neck and she let out a series of half gurgled moans.

“You were just built for black cock, weren’t you?” Grunted Marcus. Each thrust of his mammoth cock set Hermione’s ass to jiggling and caused her to let out a little yelp. She gurgled in reply to his question.

After another few minutes, during which Hermione came twice more, Marcus pulled out and pulled her down to her knees.

“Give that a polish,” he ordered. “Then you’re going for a ride.”

Hermione eagerly took the massive organ back into her mouth. Ron could see that both her thighs and Marcus’s were glistening with the evidence of her arousal. She sucked hard on Marcus’s cock, taking most of it into her inexperienced throat and holding it there, coughing up spit around the shaft. She pulled back, leaving a long strand a thick saliva linking her lips and the head of his member. Reaching up, she lifted the strand and started to rub it into Marcus’s cock.

“You sexy little slut,” growled Marcus as Hermione leaned down to kiss his balls. “You sexy, dirty, little girl. Get up on this dick.”

He lay down on the bed, and Hermione climbed atop him in a reverse cowgirl, straddling his waist. She took hold of his cock, rested its tip against the opening to her pussy, and, making deliberate eye contact with the closet door that hid Ron, slid down on it with a long, shuddering moan. Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, she began to ride Marcus’s cock, sliding herself up and down the shaft and occasionally bottoming out on it and gyrating her hips. Marcus’s big dark hand snaked around to grab her breasts, his fingers tweaking and teasing her nipples.

“I think I’m going to cum again,” she moaned.

“I’m almost there,” groaned Marcus. “Wait for me. I want you to beg for me to cum in your pussy.”

Hermione moaned in frustration as Marcus shifted his hands lower, gripping Hermione by the thighs and hoisting her up until his cock was only about halfway in her pussy. Then he began to thrust his hips at an unbelievable speed, his cock slamming into her dripping cunt like a jackhammer.

“You want me to fill this little pussy up with black cum?” He asked. “You want it sloppy and ruined when your husband gets home? Sitting at the dinner table with a pussy full of another man’s cum while your little-dicked hubby tells you how pretty you are?”

“Fuuuucckkk,” shrieked Hermione.

“Beg for it!”

“Do it! Cum in me! Fill my pussy with your black cum!”

“You ever let hubby cum in you raw? Or am I going to be the first to breed this tight little pussy?”

“Fuck! Cum in me! He always has to cum in a condom…fill my pussy! Breed me!”

With a final pump of his hips, Marcus buried his cock to the hilt in Hermione’s pussy. Ron could see his balls contract upward and saw, or imagined that he saw, the base of the shaft throbbing as it pumped his wife full of virile seed. Hermione, for her part, shrieked in wordless ecstasy and would have fallen off Marcus’s cock if her wasn’t holding her in place. A gush of liquid squirted out from where their bodies met. After what seemed like hours, Marcus’s balls relaxed and he lifted Hermione off him, rolling her over onto the bed, where she lay panting. Ron could see thick white cum already starting to ooze out of her pussy.

After a few moments, Marcus got his feet.

“I’ll see myself out,” he said. “I think you’ll need a minute.”

“Can we do this again?” Asked Hermione, her voice coming out high and panting.

“Oh, we’re going to do this again,” said Marcus, reaching down to cup one of her breasts. “But next time you want my dick, I want you to send Ron to knock on my door and ask me.”

In the closet, Ron felt his dick once again try to swell, and he swallowed the urge to shout “fuck her again now!” Hermione moaned, and Marcus laughed.

“Have him eat your pussy tonight,” he said, his voice carrying the tone of an order. “See if he notices anything. You can let him fuck you, too, just so you get the side-by-side comparison.”

“I don’t think I’d feel it at all,” panted Hermione.

“Me neither,” said Marcus. “I can’t wait to fuck that pussy again, and that ass is just begging for a cock in it, too. Might want to get a butt plug and practice a bit.”

He strode out of the bed room, and a moment later they heard the door close.

“Get out of that closet and eat my pussy, Ron,” ordered Hermione.

Ron flung the door open, throwing himself to his knees and sliding across the carpet, his tongue already reaching for her pussy.
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