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Chapter List
- 1-Hermione Enjoys A Special Type of Family Bonding
- 1
The Weasley Wives' Club

In Which Hermione Figures Out Something New About Herself.

Hermione looked out over the dinner table at her extended family and smiled. The boys had set up long tables out in the garden for dinner, because it was a beautifully balmy summer night, and nearly everyone was home at the Burrow and they wouldn't all fit in the kitchen. Mr and Mrs Weasley were away on a much deserved vacation to the south of France, an anniversary gift from their children, and Harry was called away at the last minute on Auror business. But everyone else was home, and dinner had been wonderful. It had been so long since everyone could be together like this; Hermione really missed it.

She felt bad for Harry, though ... he had barely had a chance to eat anything, when a sleek silvery leopard appeared, the patronus of his supervisor in the Auror Office. After receiving the coded message, everybody knew he'd have to go into work that night, and he just looked up at Angelina, who sat across from him, with a plaintive look in his big, green eyes. She just grinned at him though, totally unrepentant, and unaffected by his sad puppy eyes. “Sorry, Potter. Not my fault you're on call,” she smirked. Hermione suppressed a giggle, while Ginny and Fleur laughed at poor Harry outright. Of course none of his brothers in law had even a moment of sympathy. “Angie, you're killing me ...” is all Harry could say, before he kissed Ginny goodbye, and had to apparate away. After that, dinner went on without him, although Hermione thought that Ginny looked maybe a teensy bit sadder than she was willing to let on.

That was a few hours ago, and now the eating portion of the evening was over. As of a few minutes ago, most of the leftover food had been taken into the kitchen and put away, although glasses and bottles of elf-made wine and Firewhiskey were still on the table. Hermione caught Ron's eye from half way down the table, and smiled at him, and he winked and grinned back at her, and then turned his attention back to Angie. His brother George's wife was sitting on the table in front of him, with her legs spread open and wrapped around his torso. The top of her thin white dress was pulled down to her waist, exposing her full, round breasts, and Ron was feasting on her nipples like they were made of the finest chocolate. He sucked and licked at her like a starving man, alternately dragging his tongue slowly along the curve of Angie's heavy breasts and then sucking hard on her nipples, making her arch her back and moan. Hermione was riveted by the contrast between her husband's pale skin and and the dark chocolate brown skin of her sister in law Angelina. It was so beautiful! Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away from that spot where Ron's full lips were fastened against Angie's dark nipples, where his jaw worked against her tender flesh, pulling and suckling insistently.

Angie's long braids were fisted in one of Ron's hands, while the fingers of his other hand sunk into the soft flesh of her ass. He pulled her head back, and held her still, as she gasped and moaned at the feeling of his mouth ravishing her breasts. Hermione could see her squirming in her seat as much as Ron's large hand would allow, her slightly rotating hips disturbing the glasses and dishes still on the table, and Hermione could only imagine how wet she was getting … she knew exactly how good Ron was with his mouth, after all. The man had an oral fixation that couldn't be ignored, but luckily it was something that his wife and sisters only benefited from. Angie's hands threaded through her brother in law's slightly shaggy red hair, yanking a bit to hold him fast against her chest, but Hermione knew Ron didn't mind. Angie loved getting a little bit rough, and hair pulling was par for the course with her.

Ron was definitely a breast man, and so Angelina was probably his favorite sister in law to be with on nights like this. She was tall and athletic, and had the trim, muscled form one would expect from a professional athlete, but her sportiness did nothing to affect her generous curves. She had large, round breasts that were full and perky, and tipped with dark brown nipples that Ron couldn't wait to get his mouth on whenever the family got together like this. The obvious and juvenile jokes about how much Ron loved chocolate apparently never got old with his brothers, but he didn't seem to care, and neither did Angie. She swore that Ron's mouth was “magic,” and always said that he was welcome to suck on her tits whenever he wanted to, not just at family get-togethers.

George sat right next to them on the bench, but faced the opposite direction from Ron, so that his back was braced against the table. He watched intently as his baby brother pleasured his wife, and Hermione could relate to his intense stare, because she couldn't tear her eyes away either. There was curiously no room for jealousy on nights like this, it was all about loving each other and making each other feel good. Everyone here loved each other, and if someone started to feel left out, someone else would pick up the slack, and make sure that they got touched and tasted and brought to completion as many times as possible.

George's eyes were fixed on his little brother's mouth lavishing attention on his wife's bare breasts. Angie's moans were obviously getting to him, as every time his wife let out a particularly loud noise, George would thrust his hips, pushing himself deeper into Fleur's throat. Bill's wife was on her knees in front of George, one hand braced on his thigh, with her beautiful lips wrapped around him, swallowing his long cock with a practiced ease that Hermione was not ashamed to say she envied. Of all the Weasley boys, George's cock was easily the longest, although his brothers all beat him in width and thickness. Fleur was the only one who could deep throat his impressive length, and it was an incredibly arousing act to witness.

She was extremely good at it (although, Hermione wondered, was there such a thing as a bad blow job?), but what made it so incredibly hot to watch was that Fleur obviously loved giving blow jobs as much as George, her husband, and her other brothers in law loved to get one from her. Hermione could tell exactly how much Fleur loved to suck cock, because her slim little hand had made its way under her voluminous white skirt, and her slender thighs were spread as wide as she could get them while she very obviously rubbed away at her own pussy. She would slide her full, pretty lips all the way off of George, his long cock glistening with saliva and pre-come, and Fleur would close her eyes in ecstasy and moan loudly as she tongued the head of George's cock and sucked on it gently. Then she would lick him from base to tip a few times while she fondled his balls with her free hand, and then she'd swallow him down again, going slowly, both to torture him and because she obviously enjoyed it more that way.

The fact that Fleur so was aroused by having a long, heavy cock in her mouth that she just had to touch herself was so incredibly hot to Hermione. The fact that it was her brother in law's and not her husband's dick that she was sucking on, and getting turned on by, was a totally separate fact, but somehow equally arousing. By the way Fleur's hips were very slowly gyrating and thrusting against her own hand, it was obvious she was going to draw this one out as long as possible, and enjoy every minute of it.

Not only could she take all of George's impressive length into her throat, so much that she could press her pert little nose against his red pubic hair, but she could draw out a blow job like no one else. No man here could control himself once Fleur got her mouth on him, but there was no way anyone would climax before she was ready for them to do so. She had all the control, and it was amazing to watch ... somehow she always knew when to draw back and when to press forward, and how to make her partner last and last and last, but without teasing him to the point of frustration. No matter how long it took, they were always panting for it, and she almost always had them begging her at the end to finally let them finish. One day Hermione was going to convince Fleur to teach all of the wives her technique.

Fleur was wearing the same white dress that Angie and Hermione were both wearing, and what all the women wore on nights like this, even Ginny. They were sleeveless and made of thin white cotton, and had wide elastic necklines that could be stretched easily to expose some cleavage or a curving shoulder. They were mostly plain, and the fabric was so fine and more or less see through that they left very little to the imagination. More often than not, the elastic necklines were tugged down to expose both breasts completely. The skirt of the dress was long and flowing and full, draping gracefully from a cinched in elastic waistband to almost ankle length. The girls were always barefoot, and nobody wore a bra or any panties under their dresses, as there really was no point. Although occasionally Lavender or Ginny would put on red garter belts and lacy stockings, especially because the skirts were so thin that the red satin and lace shone through in an obvious and almost obscene way, an effect that both Charlie and Harry were really fond of.

It was what George affectionately called the “easy access” dress, and it was a sort of fun tradition and a bit of a ritual that all the wives liked to wear them when they got together like this. Wearing something so revealing, but that was at first look a bit demure, and knowing that any one in the room could have her completely naked in a moment, with just a few strategic tugs of fine cotton fabric, was strangely appealing to Hermione. It sort of made her feel a bit like a plaything, like she and her sisters in law were all here as well cared for pets, adorned in matching, revealing, and faux-innocent looking little outfits to play their roles as living sex toys that a group of brothers played with and shared and exchanged indiscriminately. It was a deviant and wicked thought, but the idea was undeniably arousing to Hermione, and she chose not to examine the specific reasons why being objectified in this way (if only on a fantasy level ... she knew her husband and her brothers in law didn't really feel that way about them) turned her on so much.

Whenever one of the Weasley women came to dinner wearing the white dress, or showed up at someone's house wearing the white dress, everybody knew what she was interested in spending that evening doing. It had gotten to the point that none of the wives attended any family functions or even came to the Burrow or to each others' houses for family dinners or other group activities without the dress stashed in a purse or pocket somewhere. No one wanted to be unprepared, in case someone felt the need for some family style loving. It wasn't as if they couldn't have their little orgies (was it really an orgy if everyone wasn't all having sex with each other at the same time? They mostly took turns in pairs and very rarely threesomes ... its just that they did it in the same room with each other, and most of the time not with their own spouses) without the white dresses, it just was habit at this point, and seemed more fun to be scantily clad in these seemingly-sweet–but–actually-really–slutty dresses. Hermione kept hers shrunk down in a special pocket in her purse; it was on her at all times.

This time it was Angie who started it. She arrived at the Burrow that night in her white dress, barefoot and obviously without anything on underneath it. (This was why Harry was so pained to leave the group ... he knew what would be going on as soon as everyone had finished eating.) Angie of course, sat right next to Ron at dinner and had pulled the elastic neckline down just slightly, not enough to expose her shoulders or really any cleavage, but just enough so that the fabric was strained against her buxom chest. Everyone sat through dinner as normal, except for Ron, who made no effort to not stare at Angie's dark nipples as they pressed against the thin white fabric of her top. Angie's nipples were hard and sticking out all through dinner, and Hermione could only imagine that Ron was just as hard himself. Immediately after everyone finished eating, all the women had time to change into their dresses, and of course all of the boys were happy to wait patiently to see who would sit with who when the women returned. Everybody knew what Angie and Ron would be doing that night, but there was no set plan when the family came together like this, it was different every time. Harry was going to be so mad that he missed this!

Now, barely twenty minutes after dinner ended, Ron was suckling Angie's huge tits and Fleur was sucking on George's long cock, but they weren't the only ones orally occupied. Further down the table, Hermione could see Percy look up reverently as Ginny and his wife Audrey kissed each other slowly and passionately. They too had perched on the table, in what seemed to be an effort to gang up on Percy. Hermione remembered that during dinner, Ginny sat to Percy's left and his wife Audrey was on his right. She wondered if they had started kissing across him, and then moved up onto the table both to get closer to each other, and to tease Percy a bit more.

Hermione could see where Ginny had pushed Audrey's skirt up to her waist and was fingering her enthusiastically. They must have been going at it for a while, or otherwise Audrey was particularly anxious this evening, because her hips were snapping against Ginny's hand in a fast and desperate pace, such a contrast to how slowly she caressed Ginny's lips and tongue with her own. It was a slow, hot, passionate kiss accompanied by a frenzied finger fuck, and the contrast was frankly just Ginny's style. Audrey's high pitched whines against her sister in law's mouth told Hermione (and everyone at the table, really), that she was really close to coming.

Watching Ginny and Audrey kiss was just as thrilling as watching Ron worship Angelina's beautiful breasts with his mouth and watching Fleur swallow down George's long cock. It was the kind of thing Hermione didn't know she found arousing until she witnessed it ... and it wasn't just because Ginny and Audrey were both so beautiful, but that had to help.

Ginny had the pale, slightly freckled skin that was the hallmark of natural redheads everywhere, but especially the Weasley family. Audrey's skin was darker and completely flawless, and was the typical olive complexion of one with Spanish or perhaps Greek background. Hermione wasn't sure exactly where her family was from, but her parents had to be both pretty good looking, because Audrey was quite a beauty. She had wide dark eyes and dark brown hair, so dark that it was almost black, that was thick and wavy and reached almost to her waist. She was slender and petite, only a bit shorter than Ginny but much smaller, in that she didn't have Ginny's lean muscles and athletic build. Her breasts were round and high on her chest, and weren't really that small but seemed that way compared to the other Weasley wives and Ginny, except for Fleur who was also a bit smaller on top.

Both sides of the top of Audrey's thin white dress were pulled down to reveal her smooth, tan shoulders, but not so far down to reveal her bare breasts. It was obvious, though, that Audrey wasn't wearing a bra, as her nipples were dark and hard against the thin white fabric, straining against it any time she thrust her hips against Ginny's hand.

Only one of Ginny's freckled breasts were exposed, and it was crushed in Audrey's slender fingers as she kneaded and squeezed it in time to her thrusts against Ginny's hand buried deep in her pussy. Ginny was not quite as well endowed as Angelina (nobody was except for Lavender), but her breasts were full and round, and had pretty pink nipples that Ginny kind of loved to show off. Audrey's small hand couldn't even hold all of Ginny's breast, but it didn't matter because Audrey made sure to rub her hand all over the soft mound, and pay extra attention to the hard, pink nipple with the occasional sharp pinch.

The contrast between Ginny's blazing red hair that was pin straight and her pale, lean muscles and Audrey's thick, dark, curling hair and softer, slimmer body and darker skin was really quite beautiful. Just seeing them next to each other was lovely, but watching them kiss and touch each other was another thing entirely. Hermione had kissed Ginny once, the last time the family got together like this, and she knew how good it felt. It was her first time kissing a woman, and Hermione was secretly excited to try it again soon.

Ginny backed off Audrey's mouth for a moment, panting and looking down, and then it became clear what had gotten Audrey so excited. The skirt of Ginny's dress was up around her waist, too, and Percy had thrown one of her long, leanly muscled legs over his shoulder, so he could bury his face between his sister's legs and push his tongue into her pussy. He went at her ravenously, licking and sucking at his sister's pussy lips and clit, and then thrusting his tongue deep inside her, while holding her thighs apart and the skirts of both his sister and his wife up and out of the way. Hermione knew from experience how intense oral sex from Percy was, so she wasn't surprised that Ginny could no longer concentrate on both kissing Audrey and trying to get her off with her hands, as well.

Maybe the oral fixation thing was a family trait, Hermione mused. Ginny was moaning and gasping, and although she was no longer kissing Audrey, she still had her full attention … Ginny's fingers were still buried deep inside Audrey while her thumb circled her clit firmly and quickly. Meanwhile she tried to thrust her hips against her brother's mouth, but Percy held her hips firmly in a surprisingly strong grasp. It was easy to forget how strong Percy was, since he wasn't as obviously athletic as his brothers, but Ginny was no wilting flower, she was a professional athlete, after all, so it must require some serious force to keep her hips fast against the table. The blush that bloomed on her cheeks and spread down her neck and chest showed just how hard Ginny was trying to move, and how far lost she was in pleasure that her brother was bringing her.

Ginny apparently had always liked girls as much as boys, although Hermione didn't know that until these family dinners turned into something more intimate, and she found that Ginny was just as happy to kiss and touch her sisters in law as her brothers were. The revelation that Ginny had sex with (or was willing to have sex with) all her brothers was a bit of shock also, but apparently only to Hermione and Audrey. It was not so uncommon among pure bloods, apparently, as both Angelina and Fleur didn't bat an eyelash when it became obvious that Ginny was very free with her brothers in that way. After their first family night like this, Ginny had confessed to Hermione that if she hadn't decided to save herself for Harry, one of her brothers would probably have taken her virginity at her request.

Hermione was shocked at first, but for only a a little while, because watching Ginny kiss and touch and suck and fuck her brothers was absolutely beautiful, and she was too busy being furiously turned on to pass judgment or worry about what was “right.” Just like anyone who marries into the Weasley family, Hermione had a serious fetish for red hair, and just seeing all that beautiful hair and creamy freckled skin twine together was an amazing thing. Hermione herself had not done anything with Ginny except for a few heated French kisses, but she had to admit to herself she was curious for more.

“You like watching my little sister get fucked, kitten? It certainly feels like it. I can feel how wet you are, you know, don't even bother denying it ... are you wishing it was you with Percy's face between your thighs? Or is Percy the one you're envious of? Is that what's getting you so wet, imagining yourself with your sister in law's leg thrown over your shoulder and your tongue buried in her cunt? You're just dying for a mouthful of ginger pussy, aren't you kitten?”

Charlie's rough voice in Hermione's ear was low and teasing, and followed by a little chuckle. He loved to tease his sisters in law, and he had an absolutely filthy mouth. Every time he called her “kitten” (a little pet name he had for all his sisters), he thrust hard against her and pinched her nipple at the same time, forcing a little gasp out of her. Sometimes Hermione wondered if he enjoyed the dirty talk more than the actual sex, and that was saying something …Charlie was always up for getting naked and fucking at a moment's notice. She wondered if it was even possible for him to stay quiet during sex, or during foreplay, as it was. They hadn't even started having sex with each other yet.

Right now Charlie wasn't yet naked, but his shirt was off and his pants were undone (no underwear of course ... Charlie never wore any, not just on these special nights), with his thick, hard cock nestled between Hermione's bare thighs. She was sitting on his lap with her back to his bare chest, so she could look out at the table and see what everyone was doing. The skirt of her thin white dress was down, draped demurely over their laps, so no one could see what Charlie was doing, but everyone could guess, even if Charlie's hard on hadn't made a little tent in the thin fabric. Everyone knew he never wore underwear, and that Hermione was bare under her thin white dress … how likely was it that Charlie would keep his dick in his pants with a pretty girl sitting bare assed on his lap?

Anyway this was their favorite way to start off the evening, as Hermione loved to watch, and Charlie loved to narrate with the dirtiest words he could think of, and in the most teasing manner possible. When Hermione emerged from the house after changing into her white dress, she went right to Charlie and settled herself in his lap, and he gave her his most mischievous grin, knowing how much she got turned on by his dirty talk. Hermione wasn't even ashamed to admit that she was already a little bit wet when she walked up to Charlie and sat on him, already excited in anticipation of the filthy things he'd say in her ear as they watched their family have sex around them.

Perhaps this was just another facet of the Weasley brothers' oral fixation, because Charlie was amazing with his mouth in more ways than just one! Eventually Hermione would get so worked up by his words, and by the sights and sounds around them that she'd end up begging Charlie to fuck her from behind (so she could still see what her husband and brothers and sisters in law were up to), but for now she was enjoying his teasing … and he was so good at it!

Charlie was incredibly strong. Although he was shorter than all of his brothers, he was noticeably broader, with thick, ropey muscles in his chest, across his back and down his arms that always turned heads – both witches and wizards always noticed Charlie when he walked into a room. Hermione felt like a little doll perched on his heavily muscled thighs, and with his hard chest against her back. Right now he had one of those thickly muscled arms wrapped around her waist, holding her still against him while he teased her pussy with his hard cock. He wouldn't let it inside her just yet, he was only gently thrusting upwards, to rub his dick between her smooth inner thighs and up against her trimmed but still slightly hairy mound, while he whispered teasingly into her ear about how much she loved watching their family fuck each other.

Feeling his strong muscles in his arms and his chest against her... his hot breath against her neck ... the controlled way he rubbed against her, plus the incredibly arousing sights in front of her, was making Hermione incredibly wet, and she knew Charlie could feel it, that that's what he was teasing her about. It wasn't just watching Ginny get tongue-fucked by her own brother that got Hermione hot, it was everything! Hermione kept her legs closed, to form a smooth pocket for Charlie to thrust into, and soon his cock would be coated in her juices and it would be nearly impossible to prevent him from slipping inside her … and oh how Hermione was longing for that moment! She was getting anxious but knew that Charlie was just getting started in teasing her... he hadn't even pulled down her top yet, he was only rubbing and plucking at her nipples through the thin cotton of the top of her dress, but Hermione was already squirming in his lap, or at least trying to. He was too strong to let her move much, however.

“I can feel how turned on you are kitten, and I know it's not just the feel of my cock against your pussy lips, is it?”

Charlie was talking again, and he pinched her nipple hard through her thin white top, indicating that he expected an answer this time.

“No! No, Charlie it's not just your cock, but Merlin I love how it feels, I love feeling you slide against me like that, it's so soooo gooood.”

Hermione tried to keep her voice low, talking like this wasn't second nature to her yet, although there was something about Charlie that made it impossible to stay quiet when you were with him. She was past feeling shy with him and embarrassed at what came out of her mouth when he teased her like this, but she still wasn't ready for others to overhear … Hermione was definitely a voyeur, but she wasn't sure she was much of an exhibitionist … despite their current situation of sitting at the dinner table while their family members touched and licked and sucked and fucked each other around them.

“I know it does, kitten, I know how much you love it … and don't worry, I'm going to let you have it later tonight … I know how much you love my cock, how much you love Weasley cock in general, isn't that right, kitten? You're a little slut for Weasley cock, aren't you?”

Hermione moaned and pushed her hips against Charlie a little faster, and arched her back to get him to squeeze her breasts a little firmer. It was absolute madness to feel ashamed at anything they did with each other at this point – I mean really – she had been fucked by every single one of her brothers in law at this point, as well as watched her husband have sex with all of her sisters in law as well as his own sister … what was there to feel shy or feel shame about?

But logic had no place in sexual fantasies and in explaining what was arousing and what wasn't … and for some reason, when Charlie (it had to be him; none of the other brothers had the same effect at all) called her a slut it got her all kinds of hot and she couldn't begin to explain why.

“Yes! Oh god merlin yes, Charlie, I am! Such a slut for Weasley cock, yes, I am, I love it so much … please, let me … let me … ugh”

Hermione was keening incoherently now, because as soon as she said yes the first time, Charlie had pulled down the top of her dress and started kneading her breasts in both hands. Charlie has very strong hands, and the sudden sensation of feeling his palms directly on her aching nipples was a shock … a pleasant one, to be sure, but a shock that had her whining and begging almost immediately.

Charlie merely chuckled in her ear, while he caressed her breasts gently and circled one finger over the tips of her hard nipples as she squirmed in his lap. Hermione's breasts were round and full as well, but not quite as big and heavy as Angie's, and closer in size to Ginny's. But they were still plenty enough of a handful for the Weasley boys to appreciate, and she could pretty much count on getting fondled at least once during any family get together, whether the “easy access” dresses were involved or not. Anytime one of Ron's brothers would cop a feel, (especially if his wife was standing right next to him), Hermione would get instantly wet. Her breasts were incredibly sensitive, and sometimes just thinking about Ron or one of his brothers touching her there or sucking on her nipples could get her off.

(Even a casual touch would do it ... Hermione has a very fond memory of the first time she saw Percy at the Ministry after the first time she had sex with him at one of the family get togethers ... by chance they had both been in the lift at the same time, and he shot an intensely dark look at her when she stepped on board that was absolutely wicked, and totally unlike Percy... it was a mischievous, trouble making look that would look more at home on George's face. As soon as they were alone on the lift, Percy had crowded her into a corner – it was so easy to forget he was the same height as Ron and Bill – and gently cupped one of her breasts in his hand, not squeezing at all, just holding her there and very gently caressing her soft fullness.

She could feel the heat of his large hand on her breast through her heavy black Ministry robes, her sensible work blouse, and plain cotton bra, and her breath hitched at the idea that her straight laced and strict brother in law was feeling her up in the lifts at work, where anybody could see them, see how flushed and turned on she was from his touch, and know what a slut she was for her husband's brothers. All he did was hold her gently and rub his hand all over her roundness, and test the weight of her breast in one hand. It was such a simple touch and somewhat chaste, but also so unbelievably hot that Hermione was panting in seconds and had completely soaked her panties. When the lift finally reached her floor, she tore herself away from Percy without a word, and he merely smirked at her. Hermione practically ran to her office and had to lock her office door and finger herself furiously until she came. She had to bite the fleshy part of her thumb of her free hand to muffle her cry, she came so hard. It was one of her favorite memories, and one she revisited often when she found herself alone and in need of inspiration.) She and Ron were really a perfect match.

Finally feeling Charlie's hands on her naked breasts after he had teased her for so long was such a relief, but she wanted more, and she let out an impatient huff. His dick still wasn't inside her, but it was positively soaked with her arousal, and Hermione had reached under the front of her skirt to hold Charlie's cock up against her, while she spread her legs a bit, and thrust and rotated her hips against his hard, smooth shaft. Rubbing him against her pussy lips and her clit was a bit of a relief, but she knew it wouldn't be enough for long. She'd be begging to be impaled on him in just a few moments, she knew it; she was already so close, if he didn't start fucking her soon she'd HAVE to beg, but she was very close to not caring.

“A little early for begging, isn't it, kitten?” Charlie let out another low laugh. “I know how much you want my cock, but that's not all, is it? Open your eyes kitten, and see what you've been missing.”

He whispered that last bit in Hermione's ear, and until he said it, she hadn't even realized she had let her eyes slip shut. She had been concentrating on holding Charlie's dick up against her and rubbing herself on his shaft, slippery with her own arousal, but she was glad that he reminded her to open her eyes, because she was missing quite a show at the far end of the table.

Bill and Charlie's wife Lavender were at the end of the table, and they were both completely naked, not a stitch of their clothing in sight. Lavender was on her back on the table, and Bill was standing between her legs, pounding his dick into her ferociously, with such deep strokes that Hermione was surprised that Lavender could even stay on the table. Apparently they had completely foregone any foreplay, or else Hermione had just missed it while she was busy leering at the rest of their family members. One of Lavender's shapely legs was straight up in the air, with her ankle resting on Bill's shoulder, and the other was draped over his arm, spreading her legs wide open for him. Bill's arms were tense and taught where he leaned against the table, the better to get the leverage he needed to fuck his brother's wife so hard and fast.

Bill's arms and shoulder muscles were bulging, and his face was red with exertion, except for where the scars from his run in with Fenrir Greyback glowed almost white. Hermione could see similar scars on Lavender's face and chin and neck, and hers were glowing almost as much as she panted with each of Bill's strokes. Then it all started to make sense … it was only a day or so from the full moon, and both Bill and Lavender got incredibly aggressive and sexually dominant during the full moon because of their exposure to lycanthropy through bites from the notorious werewolf. It was really only safe for them to have sex with each other when they were like this, and that's why Bill was being so rough with her ... because he could be, because that's what she wanted, because that's what they both needed when they were like this.

Bill's body was nothing short of a work of art. He and Ron were the same height, the tallest of all the Weasley brothers. Where Ron's muscles were bigger and bulkier, as he exercised quite a bit more often as part of his usual Auror training, Bill was all lean muscle, wirey and sinewy so that with his long hair and the lines of runes and Egyptian tattoos on his back and legs, he looked even taller. Right now every one of those muscles was tense and taut, and watching them bunch and release as he fucked his sister-in-law into the dinner table was incredibly thrilling. Not for the first time, Hermione blessed her incredible luck to marry into a family full of such great looking men.

Lavender and Bill both were glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and were staring at each other with such intensity it took Hermione's breath away. Lavender's curling blonde hair was strewn all across the table in a halo around her head, and she had both hands above her head, holding on to the other edge of the table in a fierce grip while Bill pounded away at her. With each vicious thrust, she would grit her teeth and her huge creamy breasts would bounce on her chest, but she never tore her eyes away from Bill and never moved her hands to touch him.

Being good with their mouths was not the only trait that all the Weasley boys shared, because they all loved a girl with a great set of tits, and Lavender was certainly no exception. Unless you knew about her brush with lycanthropy, you'd never know that Lavender was the type of girl to like sex more than a little bit rough, because she looked so delicate. She was petite and curvy in a classic pin up girl way, with wide hips, a tiny waist, full round thighs and big round breasts that were full and bouncy, but very perky. Her tits were barely bigger than Angelina's, but the effect was magnified because she was so much shorter and curvier, where Angie was so tall, and all lean muscle everywhere.

“You wanna get fucked that hard, kitten? You want my big brother to have a go at you once he's done with my wife? Do you think you can take it, love? I know you love Bill's cock as much as you love mine, but do you think you can take it the way my girl does? Hard and fast and deep like that? Do you see how much she loves it when he rams his big cock into her like that? Would you love it like that, kitten? Can you imagine how wet Lav must be for that to feel good and not hurt her? Does it make you that wet to watch my wife get pounded like that?”

Hermione was panting now, thrusting her hips insistently to rub her pussy desperately up against Charlie, with her knees spread obscenely wide, and jacking him slightly in her hand as she did. Her eyes were fixed on Bill and Lavender, even though she knew she was probably missing some interesting developments in other parts of the dinner table. Surely by now Ron had gotten around to making Angie come at least once just by sucking on her breasts, and now she'd want to get fucked. She would probably just slide down into his lap to impale herself on his thick cock, because Ron had no doubt been hard since he sat down next to Angie, and definitely since the moment he peeled her top off of her and got an eyeful of her naked breasts.

Fleur had probably not let George come yet, and he'd be begging to be allowed to finish any minute now, if he wasn't pleading with her already. Fleur would probably draw it out for at least another half hour, while she slurped and licked and sucked away at his dick, and made herself come at least twice on her own fingers.

If she had to guess, Hermione would imagine that Percy had taken to alternating between going down on his wife and his sister, licking and sucking at each pussy in turn, and using his hands on them at the same time, until he couldn't take it any more and made Ginny bend over the table, telling her to finish the job, to make Audrey come with her mouth, while he sank his dick into his little sister from behind and fucked them both to orgasm. But there was no time to look now … between Charlie's words in her ear and the intensely hot and hard fuck going on between Bill and Lavender, Hermione couldn't be distracted now.

“Or do you want something other than a cock, right now? I can feel how wet you are kitten, but I bet you're not imagining getting pounded like that are you? You're distracted by Lav's tits, aren't you? I know you've never eaten pussy before but I know how much you want to be with a woman, kitten, I can tell. I saw you get all hot and bothered when Ginny was getting tongue fucked by her big brother, and you were jealous, weren't you kitten? You wanted to taste that ginger pussy just as much as Percy was getting, didn't you? And now you want a mouthful of Lav's gorgeous tits, don't you, kitten? You see them bouncing while Bill fucks her and all you can think about is sucking on them, isn't that right? You want to suck on my wife's tits while I fuck you from behind, don't you, kitten? Don't you?”

Oh god, Hermione thought to herself … Charlie's words were seriously getting her hot, and she couldn't even deny them … she DID catch herself wondering what Ginny tasted like … she felt herself flush red as she imagined what it might feel like to push Ginny's strong thighs apart and lower herself between them, to run her tongue along Ginny's firey red snatch, and taste another woman's pussy for the first time.

“Say it, kitten, I know you want it, just admit it and I'll let you have it … I know Lav won't mind, she loves getting her tits sucked, and I know how much you want me to fuck you, I can feel how wet and slippery you are. Tell me how much you want to suck on my wife's tits while I fuck you, and I'll let you do it. I swear I will kitten, no more teasing.”

Hermione felt dizzy with intense want and unbridled lust because Charlie was right again … she was utterly mesmerized by the movement of Lavender's breasts, and knew how big and round and heavy they were … she had seen her naked before, of course, and although she admitted how hot it was to watch Angie's breasts get licked and sucked on by her husband, she had a harder time admitting to herself that she found Lavender just as sexy. Perhaps it was leftover jealousy from school, but there was no time for that, not now. She wanted to feel what it was like to have a soft breast in her mouth, to touch another woman there, and maybe feel Lavender's mouth on her own breasts, too. Would soft, feminine lips feel different as they tugged on her nipple? Would she miss the feeling of a man's stubble roughened cheek against the soft skin of her breast? Hermione didn't think she could hold out any longer.

“Oh god Merlin yes, Charlie, yes, please … I want … I want to lick your wife. I want to suck on your wife's big beautiful breasts. I want to feel them in my hands and suck hard on her nipples and feel her suck on mine, and I want your big cock inside me while I do it. I want to suck on Lavender while she sucks on me, and to feel you fuck me as hard as Bill is fucking her at the same time. Please, Charlie, let me, please let me, please fuck me!”

Charlie let out a deep groan, and kissed Hermione on the back of her neck as he lifted her up and walked over to the end of the table. As she passed by, Hermione saw that she was right about George and Fleur … he had finally torn his gaze away from his little brother and his wife, and was looking down at Fleur with a desperate expression, while he tangled both hands in her long, platinum blonde hair. Fleur had fixed her purplish blue eyes on him, and Merlin knew what she was doing with her tongue, because George was literally speechless – which was no small feat – but was clearly begging with his eyes. Hermione almost felt bad for him, but couldn't really since he was obviously only a few minutes away from getting a mind blowing orgasm. He'd manage to make it somehow.

She was almost right about Ron and Angelina ... it seemed he was only using his fingers to fuck her so far, but she was already begging him, wanting to feel him inside her. All the women here were “sluts for Weasley cock” after all, as Charlie had put it, and were more than happy to beg for it when properly motivated. Angie had both of her hands locked on Ron's broad shoulders, and was thrusting hard against his hand, while still arching her back enough so that one of her nipples stayed in contact with his mouth at all times. She looked pretty close to climaxing, too.

Hermione couldn't see what was happening with Percy and Audrey and Ginny, but now it didn't matter, because Charlie had brought her to stand right in front of where Bill was pounding Lavender into the dinner table.

He set her down on her own two feet, and Hermione was a little shaky, as her knees were weak and her inner thighs were slick with sweat and her and Charlie's combined arousal. The top of her dress was pulled down to her waist, and now that Charlie had set her down, his hands were no longer covering her breasts and she was exposed to the night air, making her already hard nipples tighten up even further. The ache in her breasts and the throb in her pussy were driving her crazy, and she just wanted to get fucked at this point. Bill and Lavender had both looked up at them (Lavender upside down), but they only slowed down a bit, they didn't stop. Bill continued to thrust into his little brother's wife deep and hard, but not so fast as before.

Hermione briefly caught Lavender's eyes, and saw that her blue eyes were glassy with lust, and that her pink, full lips were parted in a gasp from feeling Bill's thick cock ram into her over and over again. Hermione was mesmerized by those lips, and felt a tingle in her hard nipples when her eyes fixated on Lavender's half open mouth.

Without a word she stepped up behind Lavender, and figured that explanations weren't really necessary, and if they were, Charlie would surely work it out with Bill. Hermione leaned over Lavender's curvy body, and placed one of her aching nipples right into the woman's mouth. She felt a flick of Lav's tongue against her almost immediately, but a loud groan and a sharp thrust from Bill meant that Lavender couldn't latch on right away. One of Lavender's hands came up to hold Hermione's breast and guide it into her mouth, and then Hermione whined as she finally felt a woman's tongue curl around her nipple and suck hard for the first time. Bill stopped thrusting for a moment and just stared, and Hermione knew that she she couldn't let the boys get distracted. She still didn't have Charlie buried deep inside her like she wanted – like he promised – and her pussy was aching to get filled.

Hermione leaned further over Lavender's body and captured one of her huge, soft tits in her mouth. It was much more than a mouthful, but Hermione flicked Lav's little pink nipple with her tongue, while she sucked as much of the creamy white breast into her mouth as she could. While she sucked on Lavender, she reached behind her to pull up the skirt of her thin white dress and spread her legs, and arched her back a bit, exposing her wet pussy to Charlie and hoping that he would hold up his end of the bargain. After hearing another set of deep groans from both Charlie and Bill, Hermione finally, finally felt what she had been waiting for all night, and felt Charlie's thick cock stretching her apart slowly, even though she was so slick and wanting that he could easily sink all the way into her without any trouble. Finally she had a hard cock buried deep inside her, and she pushed back against Charlie while she sucked hard on his wife's breast.

The feeling of Lavender's mouth on her nipple was indescribable. It was both harder and softer than when a man sucked on her; Lavender's lips were full and smooth and soft, and her tongue was gentle and warm, but it was somehow more intense than when Hermione felt Ron or one of his brothers suck on her nipples. Or rather, it was intense in a different way... either way it felt incredible! Both Weasley brothers were thrusting so hard that it was difficult to keep her mouth attached to Lavender's pale breasts, but Hermione was beginning to understand her husband's obsession with huge tits! They were so soft and so smooth, and felt so good in her hands and under her tongue. Whenever Charlie pushed into her so hard that her lips lost contact with Lavender's nipples, she would rub her face into her cleavage, and lick her wherever she could reach. She used both hands to push Lav's tits together to form a deep valley, and stuck her tongue down into it like she was fucking her there. Bill seemed to really like that, and was holding her long brown hair out of the way so he could watch as she licked and sucked at Lavender, and Lavender used her tongue on Hermione's breasts at the same time.

“Fucking hell, Charlie! Baby brother's wife has a thing for your girl's tits! Look at her suck on Lav's tits like a witch dying of thirst! God, don't stop 'Mione, that's so fucking hot. Keep sucking those nipples, don't stop!” Bill's voice was a low growl, and wasn't very breathy considering how hard he had been going at Lavender and for how long. His rhythm never faltered, although he was fucking Lavender a bit slower now, as to not dislodge her mouth from Hermione's nipple.

“You got no idea, mate ... Hermione has been soaking wet for an hour watching Lav's tits bounce around while you fuck her, and watching Perce tongue fuck our little sister's juicy pussy. This little witch wants to fuck another woman so badly she doesn't even know what to do with herself.”

With that, Charlie gave Hermione an extra hard thrust, and reached around to rub her clit as he continued to fuck her from behind. The action made Hermione let out a surprised gasp, and squeeze Lavender's soft tits a bit harder than she meant to, but the blonde didn't seem to mind, and let out a shiver and a groan of her own.

“She begged me you know,” Charlie continued conversationally, in between long, steady strokes into Hermione's soaking wet pussy, “she begged me to let her suck on my wife's tits while I fucked her from behind ... isn't that right kitten? Isn't that what you asked me to do?”

Charlie wrapped his big hand around Hermione's long curly hair and lifted her forcibly off of Lavender, just by a few inches, and both women whined in protest while Bill laughed darkly.

“Answer me, kitten, and I'll let you and Lav go back to your tit sucking. Isn't that what you asked me, what you begged me for, to let you lick and suck on my wife's big beautiful breasts while I let you feel my big cock deep inside your slippery pussy? Isn't that what you asked me? Tell big brother Bill the truth, or he's the only one who's going to suck on my wife's tits tonight.”

Hermione squirmed and whined in protest, because Charlie was still rubbing her clit with his other hand, and was still thrusting into her from behind. She was so hot all over she was sweating, despite the cool night air. She was so wet from all the dirty talk, and the breast play, from feeling Lavender's mouth on her, and feeling Lav's soft tits against her tongue, and being treated like a slut and getting her hair pulled, that her juices were running down her leg, and she was so close to coming she almost couldn't think straight.

Charlie was holding her so close to Lavender that she could still see her beautifully round breasts bouncing away, she could see where Lav's nipples were flushed pink where Hermione had been sucking on them, but she wasn't close enough to lick them anymore, and Bill had suddenly grabbed both of her wrists in one of his large hands, preventing her from touching Lavender as well. Fuck it felt so good to be restrained by them, to feel her husband's brothers' big strong hands holding her back from what she really wanted. It made her feel very much like property, like she and Lavender both were just parts of a matching set of fuck toys for the Weasley brothers to play with and share as they saw fit. The thought of herself as a plaything nearly made Hermione come on the spot, but she gathered her wits about her to answer Charlie just like he demanded, because she was nowhere near too proud to beg, and she'd be damned if she wasn't allowed to get her mouth back on Lavender's gorgeous breasts again... they tasted too good and felt even better!

“Yes, Charlie, yes! That's what I said … I said .. I said... I wanted you to fuck me from behind while I sucked on Lavender's tits, because they're so big and beautiful and I wanted to know what they tasted like and what they felt like, and … and ... fuck Charlie that feels so good! And ... I wanted to feel her suck on my nipples, too, and ... and … I wanted to feel your thick cock inside me at the same time.”

Bill's eyes got wider and wider as Hermione gave her little lust addled speech; she was normally not vocal at all during sex, and to hear those dirty words coming out of her mouth was a huge turn on for him, and made him start thrusting deep into Lavender's pussy faster and faster again, while Charlie pounded into Hermione from the other side of the table.

“Fucking hell, Charlie! Let her go, I want to see her lips wrapped around Lav's tits again, that was too fucking beautiful to interrupt ... let her go, mate, let her go at it!”

And Charlie released her, and both women frantically tried to latch on to each other's tits again, even as the oldest two Weasley brothers pounded into them from opposite sides of the family dinner table. Frantic moans permeated the air, and long brown curly hair and blonde bouncy hair went everywhere, as Hermione and Lavender struggled to take every inch of hard cock being driven into them while at the same time, using both hands to guide a full, heavy breast into their mouths where they could lick and suck – and maybe even bite a little – on a nipple as slow or as fast as they wanted.

Hermione could barely think straight for one moment further, and was just a mass of sensations and emotions, of blazing heat building up low in her belly, flushing over her entire body from her face all the way down to her toes, her skin burning where Lavender and Charlie touched her until finally the tension snapped and what felt like her entire body exploded in an intense and devastating orgasm. She was suddenly completely boneless, and collapsed in a heap onto Lavender's sweaty body, her face resting against the soft mounds of her breasts, her mouth open over Lavender's creamy flesh while she tried desperately to catch her breath. She felt Charlie's strong hands grip her hips almost painfully for one moment longer, and felt the relentless rhythm of his deep and hard thrusts falter slightly, and Hermione knew he was about to come deep inside her. Finally Charlie could hold off his climax no longer, and he gave her one last hard thrust and finally released his seed deep into his little brother's wife, leaning his head against her back. They lay still for just a moment, and dimly Hermione could feel that Bill was still going, still thrusting into Lavender at a slow and steady pace, and that Lavender was threading her hands through Hermione's curly hair, which was now even more of mess than usual.

Hermione hoped Lavender didn't mind that she used her soft curving body as a mattress, at least temporarily, because there was no way she could move at the moment. She was actually more than a little dizzy, and was nowhere close to regaining her breath or being able to even see clearly, much less able to carry her own weight or control her own limbs. Faintly in the background she could hear a woman's voice screaming in ecstasy, but it was too high pitched to tell which of her sisters in law was also having an amazing orgasm. It had been quite some time since she had come that hard, since she had been so worked up for so long and teased to such an extent that her climax made her actually dizzy … she was still panting with her eyes mostly closed when she felt Charlie's strong arms collect her and curl her into his lap. Her top was still around her waist, but her long skirt covered her trembling legs and her aching pussy, while Charlie wrapped his long arms around her and just leaned back against the table, looking on fondly as his big brother and his wife continued to fuck each other.

Hermione took a few more moments to catch her breath while she rested against Charlie's broad chest, and felt his calloused hands rub her bare back underneath her long curls. Now that she was no longer being furiously fucked by three members of her husband's family (she felt like Bill was just as much a part of sexing her up just now as her former dorm mate and her husband were, even if he only ever touched her on her wrists)

Eventually Hermione looks up and realizes that the scream she heard was Audrey and Ginny together, that's why she couldn't figure out who it sounded like. Apparently her assumption was right, in that Ginny ate out Audrey to orgasm while her brother Percy worked on her from behind. Presently Audrey was sitting up on the table with the top of her dress pulled down and her legs spread wide apart and the skirt of her dress pooled around her waist. Ginny was bent over with her torso completely in Audrey's lap and both her arms wrapped around Audrey's waist. She was obviously completely worn out, and seemed to be dozing slightly against Audrey's bare thighs, while her sister in law played with her long red hair. Audrey seemed to have caught her breath, but was avidly looking on as Percy continued to drive into his sister from behind with long, deep strokes. Both Percy and Ginny would grunt a bit when he bottomed out each time, and Audrey was completely riveted. Her nipples appeared to be rock hard and her hips were rotating slightly on the table even as her legs were spread completely wide. Hermione bet if she could see, that Audrey's pussy lips were probably completely wet from watching her husband fuck his own sister while said sister was spread topless in her lap. It was quite an erotic sight.

George and Fleur were finally done with each other, and were curled up together in the chair at the end of the table, where Hermione and Charlie had started the evening.

It looked like Ron and Angie were done also, she was straddling his lap with her long muscular legs wrapped around him. She had completely lost her dress, and it was in a messy pile of thin white fabric on the table while she was wrapped around Ron completely naked. He had lost his shirt as well, and from what Hermione could tell, Ron's cock was still buried deep inside of Angie's pussy as she sat on him and they talked and laughed quietly to each other. Every now and then he would squeeze her ass and pump up into her slowly, and she would twitch a little bit or snap her head back, or let out a moan. The two of them looked really good together – all lean muscle and photo negatives of each other – Ron was so pale and ginger and Angie was so dark with black hair. They both had full, pouty mouths and sexy wicked smiles. Hermione admitted to herself that now that she let herself suck on Lavender she was going to get around to making out and playing with the tits of all of her sisters in law. She couldn't imagine how any of them would complain, but if they did she'd get her husband Ron to show her the right way to do it. He knew what he was doing when it came to using his mouth on a woman.
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