And here is part two, as promised. I won't say you were very generous with reviews and comments, but well, as we got an amazing new chapter or Ron is a hunk then I'll post it today.
I hope you like this second part, as it's mostly a PWP. I've had this scene on my head since I published the chapters about Ron's visit to the Grangers' in Easter. Hope you like it!
Chapter 23 (II)
Rebuilding
"Do you want to go for a walk?" she suggested. "Then we can go to the pub for lunch."
"Yeah, sounds good."
Hermione took her purse, checking that she had enough money in it and then they left the house, hand in hand.
"Hermione!" Ron heard a woman yell the moment they were on the street, what startled them. They both turned their heads, and Ron was about to reach for his wand when he saw a woman on her fifties on the entrance to the house next the Hermione's. He exhaled the air he had been holding, as she was not a threat. He had seen her before, always peering through the windows. Now she was smiling as if she was pleased to see her, yet Ron felt that, under that smile, there was eagerness for gossip.
"Hi, Mrs Meadows," Hermione replied politely, though Ron knew at once she wasn't precisely glad to see the woman.
"Oh, it's been so long! I believed you and your parents had moved elsewhere! And without a goodbye! Tell me, dear, how are you? How are they? Are they coming back?" she asked as she approached them.
"My parents have been travelling," Hermione responded vaguely. "But yes, they'll be back soon."
"Oh, how wonderful! Amazing people, they are! And this lad is your boyfriend, isn't he?" she asked in a false cheery voice, her gawk eyes studying Ron, who felt suddenly very uncomfortable. "I remember him from last year, he spent Easter with you. You must be pretty serious, right? Oh, I'm so glad! I've told Rupert many times that it'd be a shame if such a lovely girl like you would grow old alone!"
"Yes, he's my boyfriend," said Hermione, her tone now much less kind, almost dry.
"Ron Weasley," he said almost automatically, when Hermione showed no intention of introducing him.
"Oh, yes, I know," she said. "Heard you talking to him a few times while I was tending to my plants."
I'm sure you tend to your plants a lot, thought Ron.
"So, when did you came? I didn't see a car. Did you stay the night?" she inquired, her eyes gleaming at the prospect of some juicy gossip. "You must be careful, I saw a man staring at your house. At first I thought he was a potential buyer, which I didn't like, as he looked rather scary, with long hair and horrible scars on his face. Who would want a neighbour with such appearance? But if your parents haven't sold the house then he surely was a burglar … I had to pick the phone and when I looked again he was gone, but I'd look out for him. He might try and break into the house or —"
"He's my brother Bill," interrupted Ron, annoyed.
"Oh," she said, taken aback, and looked at Hermione for confirmation.
Hermione nodded. "He came to help us with a couple of things," she said. "Now, if you excuse us, we're late. Glad to see you, Mrs Meadows," said Hermione quickly, and then resumed walking, dragging Ron with her.
"A bit nosy, isn't he?" Ron commented when they were about fifty yards away, throwing a quick glance backwards. The woman was still at the entrance to her house, watching them, and she surely had exceptionally good hearing.
Hermione scoffed. "She's the worst," she stated angrily. "Did you hear what she said, about what a shame it would be if I grew up alone? What does it matter to her?"
"Yeah. Or that she wouldn't like Bill as a neighbour …" He shook his head.
"Yes," she said. "Sorry, Ron."
He shrugged. "It's okay. Let's forget about her, Love."
"We are going on a date here just to avoid those damned reporters, and we end up being harassed by Mrs Meadows! I swear to you, Ron, when she asked if we had spent the night, I had to restrain myself not to tell her, 'No, we just came here for a good fuck. Now if you don't mind, we're going for lunch to recover our energy so we can fuck again and again. Maybe if Rupert fucked you as good as Ron fucks me, you wouldn't care so much about other people's business!'"
Ron almost got hard at once at her words. "Bloody hell, Hermione, that'd be so fucking hot!"
Hermione stared at him in disbelief. "Hot? Really? That turned you on?" she asked, her previous anger forgotten.
"Shit, yeah! I almost got hard, you know."
She let out a brief laugh, but then turned serious once more. "It was horrible, what I said. It's just she got me so angry …"
Ron stared at her. "What do you mean?"
"The implication that she just needs a shag," she said, sounding a bit ashamed by her outburst. "I mean, that was rather sexist … As if the only reason for a woman to be horrible is because some man doesn't shag them. And I didn't want to imply that only she is horrible, her husband is equally bad. 'Good morning, William. You are letting the grass get a bit out of hand, it seems.' 'Hey, William, a motorcycle? Wanting something exciting in your life, eh?'" she mocked spitefully.
"Sounds horrid."
"Yeah, they've got this ability to look like they're complimenting you when in truth they're insulting you or questioning they way you live your life. They —" She shut her mouth, as they both were startled by a sudden, screeching noise. Both reached for their wands at the same time, their hearts beating wildly, until they realised that it was just a car which had taken a turn a bit too fast and relaxed. Even here, in the Muggle world, they were a bit on edge.
"Fucking idiot," said Ron, his hear still beating fast. "I thought we were about to be attacked by a bloody dementor or a banshee or —" he trailed off.
"Yes, me too," said Hermione. "Let's go on," she added, still looking a bit nervous.
"And — were you being serious?" he asked as they continued walking.
"Serious about what?"
"About us having lunch so we can go back to the house and fuck again."
Hermione cocked her head to the side and bit her lower lip, as if thinking her response.
"I thought you wanted to go on a date? The cinema, dinner …?"
"Well, yeah …"
"What if we have lunch, then go the cinema and then go back? We could finish cleaning and tidying, order pizza and had dinner in there, before going back to The Burrow," she suggested, her voice coy and promising as she looked at him with want.
"That sounds like the best idea ever," he said eagerly, returning her look with the same intensity.
Their outing in the Muggle world wasn't, however, as fun as they had expected. Not because they didn't enjoy themselves, or the food. No, it was because the incident with the car wasn't a unique occurrence and they couldn't relax completely. They were tense, their heads moving to watch their surroundings, almost expecting a Death Eater to jump out of a corner and attack them. In the pub, they sat at a table in a corner, from where they could watch the door and had a good view of the entire room, and, in the cinema, they sat in the last row, not liking the idea of having unknown people behind them in the dark. So, the moment the film ended, instead of walking for a bit more, like they had planned, they went straight back to her house, only making a little stop at a supermarket to buy more drinks for that night.
"Do you think we'll ever feel normal again?" asked Ron, a bit frustrated and disappointed with the date, as they turned to take her street.
"With time, I hope so," she said with a trace of sadness. "We spent months and months hiding and fearing for our lives, Ron. It's normal to feel this way."
"Yeah, I know. It's just — I wanted our date to be perfect."
Hermione gave him a bright smile. "You're so sweet, Ron," she said lovingly, squeezing his hand. "But I don't need perfect. I say thanks every day just for you being well and with me."
He nodded.
As they passed in front of the Meadows', Ron took a glance at the house and had a glimpse of Mrs Meadows watching from behind the curtains of one of the windows.
"Shit, doesn't that woman have anything better to do than to spy on people all day?" he hissed.
"Seems she doesn't," spat Hermione.
"She'd get along fantastically with Harry's aunt," commented Ron.
"Don't be so sure," she responded as she opened the front door. "They probably would feign to be friends but would speak ill of the other to everyone else."
"If I ever become like that, promise me you'll kill me. Though, of course, I've got you, so I don't think I'll ever get bored," he added, giving her body an appreciative view.
She laughed. "Ron, we won't be horny teenagers forever. Eventually, our sex life will settle down a bit."
"No way," he said, furrowing his brows. "I can't imagine ever getting tired of fucking your tight, sexy body."
"Good to know," she said, getting on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. "Do you want something to drink before we finish tidying up?" she asked, as they walked into the kitchen.
"Nah, I'm fine."
"Can you finish here and the study while I tend to my room?"
"Yeah."
Hermione gave him a smile and sprinted up the stairs. Ron's eyes followed her tight, round bum until it was out of his sight and then looked around. He turned on the TV as he checked the shelves and the rest of the furniture. Once he was done, he moved to the study and dusted the books, repairing those who had been damaged. On one side of the room there were a large cabinet, filled with more books, little disks called See-Dees or something like that, and, on the top, more videotapes. Ron, who had only seen the ones in the living room, took them out and cleaned them while reading the summaries of the films. Maybe they could watch one of these while they had dinner. He was almost done with them, having read the summaries, when he noticed a few more cases on the back. He took one of those out and, when he looked at the front, his eyes became the size of saucers.
"Holy fuck!" he swore, taking in the image of a very hot, young blonde woman, wearing just very tiny and very sexy panties, with her big tits on display, while an also naked man, situated behind her, had his hands on her hips as he kissed her neck. The film — if that was a film — was titled 'Robert does the neighbourhood.'
Ron had watched films in which Muggles had sex, yes, but this looked completely different. Turning it on his hands, he confirmed his suspicions when he saw explicit images of the man fucking two different girls.
"After taking on a new job, Robert Manly —" Ron chuckled at the name "— moves into a new house in a better area of the city. However, the big, luxurious houses hide many bored and sad female neighbours waiting for some excitation in their lives ..."
He checked another five or six tapes like that one, letting out a chuckle as all of them seemed to have silly titles ('Sigfredo goes for two,' 'Rick and his giant dick') and even sillier plots. He left them on the desk while he put the normal film tapes on their place and kept cleaning. He needed to ask Hermione about these.
When he finished, he took the tapes with him to the living room and left them on the coffee table. Then he climbed up the stairs.
"Hermione?"
"In here!" she called from her parents' bedroom. Ron went there and found her finishing changing the sheets. "I'm almost done," she said. "What about you?"
"Finished as well."
Hermione gave the room another once over, to make sure everything was perfect, and then said, "Let's go back down, then."
"I found something," Ron told her as they climbed down the stairs.
"What?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. Ron motioned for her to keep going and then pointed to the tapes.
"What are those?"
Hermione saw them and froze on the spot, open-mouthed. "Oh."
"Oh?"
"Well, I imagine you've guessed what they are, Ron: pornographic films."
"I just didn't know such things existed!"
"I'm sure there is pornography in the Wizarding world as well."
"Well, yeah, there are magazines with photographs and such, but this — this a whole new level."
Hermione shrugged.
"So, your parents watch — films like those?" asked Ron, his ears burning at the implications of the idea.
"Well, I've never watched one with them, Ron, but, as they own them …" she trailed off.
Ron nodded slowly, trying not to think about Hermione's parents' while they watched people fuck on TV, when a sudden realisation struck him. "Wait a moment — you don't seem surprised!" he exclaimed, gaping at her. "You knew about them?"
This time, Hermione blushed. "Well — yes," she said in a low, shy voice.
"And — have you — well, watched any of them?" he asked quietly, his heart beating faster at the prospect.
She pressed their lips together tightly as she nodded quickly. "You know I'm a curious girl, Ron."
"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed. "And — what are they like?" he asked eagerly.
"Well, they're not like normal films if that's what you're asking. The plots are stupid and the acting is horrible. Just excuses to have sex all the time," she explained. Then, an idea seemed to have struck her. "Do you want to — to watch one?"
"With you?" he asked.
"Of course, with me. Or do you want me to leave you alone?"
"No, no. I — well, yeah, I — I'd love to," he said, feeling his body tingling with anticipation.
"Okay," she said, acting nonchalant. "Pick one, then, while I order the pizza. Or do you want to wait?"
"No, that's okay, I'm hungry."
So, as Hermione used the phone, Ron looked at the tapes. Finally, he decided on the first one, 'Robert does the neighbourhood.' The girls in that one looked really, really hot …
"Have you chosen?" she asked when she hung up.
"Yeah," he said, showing it to her. "I'm curious about the plot," he added.
She laughed. "The plot, yes. You mean the girls' boobs." Ron's ears burned and he looked away. He thought about denying her words, but it would be a waste of time. "It's okay, Ron. I'm not jealous or anything. Besides," she added with a smirk, "Robert looks pretty hot …"
Ron grumbled. "Have you seen it?" he asked her.
"No, not that one," she said, taking the tape and putting it in the video player. "We'll watch it after dinner, okay?"
"Yeah."
They prepared everything for when the pizza was delivered and then settled on the couch, Ron playing with Hermione's hair as she leaned against his chest, with the TV making noise in the background.
"Hermione, when we go to Australia, you think we can go to the beach?" he asked after a while, his dirty mind already imagining her in a swimsuit, preferably a bikini.
Hermione shifted a bit to look up at him. "You know that in Australia it's almost winter, right?" she said.
"Oh," said Ron, a bit disappointed. "Yeah, right."
Shame.
She smiled at him in a way that showed she knew exactly what was on his mind.
"But I'm sure there are plenty of things we can do," she said.
"Yeah?" he asked eagerly, his lips curving into a smile.
"Yes. We can go to a few museums and visit famous places like the Sydney Opera. There's a magizoo as well which, by what I've read, is really worth the visit. I bought a book last year about magical Australia, though I haven't finished it. But I'll read it again before we go, too look for more things to visit."
Ron groaned. "I'd rather see you naked."
"You've seen me naked plenty of times."
"And? It's still an amazing view."
She let out a laugh and then twisted the upper half of her body, leaning up to give him a kiss, but just in that moment the bell rang, startling them. "The pizza is here," she said, moving away and getting up.
"What about my kiss?" he asked.
"Weren't you hungry?" she asked, teasing. "Go get the drinks while I pay the deliverer."
Ron went to the kitchen, hearing Hermione talk to the boy at the entrance. He was walking back into the living room when she closed the door. Ron's mouth started to water at the scent of the box on her hands and his stomach growled.
"You're like a bottomless pit," she commented, amused, as she put the box down and opened the lid. "You ate a full bowl of popcorn at the cinema."
"That was almost three hours ago," he defended himself, causing Hermione to shake her head.
They had dinner, chattering occasionally while they watched the TV. When they finished, Hermione used her wand to send the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery to the kitchen, where they started washing themselves.
"Well — now what?"
"We watch the film?" Ron asked, brimming with anticipation.
"Okay," Hermione agreed, smiling at him in the same way she would to a child who'd asked for permission to open their Christmas presents early. She took the remotes and pushed the play button while switching the TV to the channel or whatever it was that played the video. Then they sat together, watching as it started.
The first thing Ron noticed was the odd music in the film, different to anything he had heard in the other ones he had watched. The, second, as they saw Robert Manly talking to the two men that were helping him bring his things to his new home — a rather big one — was the really bad acting.
It soon became obvious that, as Hermione had told him, that the plot was just an excuse: the moment Robert entered his bedroom, he looked out of the large window, revealing that there was another directly in front, belonging to the main bedroom of the next house. There was a man in there, buttoning up his shirt, when a scantily clad woman — the very same on the cover of the videotape — came from one side and, placing herself behind him, began to caress his torso. Ron got excited, imagining they were going to fuck straight away, but it turned out that the man was not in the mood. He put the woman's hands away rather harshly, saying something to her. She pouted at first, trying to touch his crotch, but he yelled something and moved away, taking a jacket and putting it on. The woman, clearly affronted, yelled something as well, but the man just dismissed it and left.
"Disappointed?" he heard Hermione ask.
"Eh?"
"They didn't have sex, Ron," she explained, as they watched the woman lie down on the bed, still angry. Her big tits, encased in a tiny transparent bra, jiggled deliciously.
"Oh, that. Maybe a little," he admitted, blushing a bit. Despite everything they had done, watching this with Hermione was a bit odd, and he couldn't help but felt a bit self-conscious.
"It was obvious they weren't going to do it. She is the poor woman ignored by her husband who gets bored in the house all day, so a good neighbour will have to help her …" she said in an overly dramatic voice. Ron looked at her and let out a laugh at her impersonation. "But don't worry, you'll see some action," she added, nodding towards the screen.
Ron turned his head, and, effectively, the woman had grabbed a thing shaped like a cock from somewhere and was now rubbing her panty-clad pussy with it. Ron's eyes went wide.
"Do you think she's hot?" Hermione asked when the woman moved the panties to the side and began to tease her pussy with it.
"What!?" he asked, glancing at Hermione before looking at the TV again. He didn't want to miss this.
"You can tell me, Ron. I won't get mad or anything."
"Well, yeah, she is," he admitted, watching as the woman penetrated herself with that thing. "Fuck, isn't that too big?" he asked, amazed. Hermione laughed.
"Porn films are all about clichés, Ron. And size is among the main ones. Everything tends to be big."
"Right," he said, eyeing the woman tease her tits while she fucked herself with the fake cock.
On the other house, Robert Manly was staring at the unsuspecting woman, touching himself over his trousers. Ron, who had got hard as well, felt the need to do the same, but restrained himself.
The woman made herself cum, and the scene changed. Robert was now having breakfast while reading the newspaper. After a minute, he got up and exited the house with a glass of juice in his hand, taking a sip as he watched the neighbourhood. As he did this, someone began to yell. He turned his head to the house next to his, and a moment later the same man exited the house, walking purposely towards the car parked in there. The woman came out behind him, dressed in a tank top and shorts.
"We never spend time together, Richard!"
"I've got work to do, Elena!"
"You always have to work!"
"Well, my job pays this house, doesn't it? I didn't hear you complain when we bought it, or when you spend thousands of dollars in clothes," he retorted. "I've got a meeting in the afternoon, so I'll be home late."
"Yes, a meeting with that little tart of your secretary, right?" she spat.
"You're crazy," her husband replied, getting into the car and turning it on. Elena stomped on the ground, angry, and then dropped onto a garden chair, burying her face in her hands as she cried.
"Believable, right?" commented Hermione, chuckling.
"It's horrible," Ron agreed. He hadn't watched many films, so he wasn't precisely an expert, but fuck …
Robert just stood there, watching for a moment, and then moved closer to his neighbours' property, where Elena was still sobbing — or something like that.
"Are you all right?" he asked her. Elena, startled, lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes roaming over his body quickly before setting on his face. Hermione had said Robert was hot, and Ron had to admit she was right. The bloke certainly took care of himself.
"Y-yes, yes, I'm fine," Elena responded, composing himself. "You're the new neighbour, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I'm Robert."
She got up, brushed her eyes and walked towards him, shaking his hand.
"Sorry you had to hear that."
"It's okay," he said. "Marriage is hard."
"Yes," she said, nodding.
"Do you want a coffee? I just made for me."
She looked at him for a moment and then nodded, smiling a bit.
Ron snorted. "Just liked that?" he asked, as they two walked towards Robert's house.
"I told you," said Hermione.
"So — are you married?" Elena asked Robert as he poured him coffee.
"Oh, no, no. Never found the right girl, I suppose."
"Well, I thought I did find the right guy, but you see, he's an asshole. He never has time for me, yet I'm sure he's fucking that secretary of his every day."
"Then he's an idiot," said Robert confidently, putting a hand over hers and rubbing it softly. "Why does he need to seek other women when he's got a gorgeous one at home?"
She smiled at him, biting her lower lip in an almost seductive way.
"You find me attractive, then?"
"I'd have to be blind not to. If you were my wife you wouldn't have to pleasure yourself at all."
At this, she gasped, looking embarrassed, and got up. He was quicker, though, and stopped her, putting his hands on her shoulders and slowly turning her on the spot to face him again.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to look, but I was in my room and couldn't help it. You really are a hot woman, Elena. One who deserves to be loved and worshipped."
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment and then, out of the blue, they kissed. Soon, the kiss turned into an obscene snog, their tongues playing between their mouths while one of his hands moved to her tits.
"Why the hell do they kiss like that?" asked Ron, frowning.
"So we can see their tongues," explained Hermione. "These films are really, really explicit, Ron."
On the screen, Robert broke the kiss and, grabbing Elena's right hand, put it over his crotch. "You won't have to play with a fake one today, Elena."
Ron spluttered and Hermione chuckled.
"Mmmh, feels really big," Elena purred, before kissing him again.
"Did he really said that?" asked Ron.
"I told you the dialogue is ridiculous."
"Take it out," Robert ordered the married woman. Elena, with a lustful grin, knelt on the floor and lowered his zip, fumbling with his trousers and pants until she grasped his cock and took it out.
Ron's eyes opened wide. He thought he had nothing to be ashamed about regarding cock size, but it was nothing compared to this.
"Is that — is that real?" Ron inquired, his eyes wide.
"Muggles don't have Enlargement Charms, Ron. But you see, they don't choose the actors by their acting abilities, after all."
"And is she —? Fucking hell, she just took it all into her mouth!"
Ron fell silent, watching entranced as Elena sucked and slobbered all over Robert's gargantuan cock. After a bit, he put one hand on her head and, taking his cock in his other one, slapped her face with it. She smiled, and then he shoved it back into her mouth, moving his hips and using her hair to direct her mouth, all the while making the most ridiculous noises imaginable.
The blowjob, however, was really exciting, and Ron felt his own cock throb, which only increased when Elena lowered the straps of her tank top and revealed her naked tits while she kept sucking his shaft. Ron threw a quick glance to Hermione, and noticed that she was squirming a bit, rubbing her crossed legs together almost imperceptibly, but enough for him to note.
After a bit, Elena got back on her feet and, smiling, took her clothes out while Robert did the same. They moved to one of the large couches and he pushed her onto it before opening her legs wide and placing himself between them. He began to rub her clit and slit hard while watching her.
"Merlin, Hermione, I really, really want to fuck right now," he blurted out before realising he had spoken out loud.
"Gods, yes," she replied as she turned towards him. Then she cupped his cheeks and smacked her mouth against his. They kissed hungrily, Ron's hands moving over her body and stopping on her breasts.
"I've got an idea," she said breathlessly once they parted.
"What?"
"Let's do what they do," she suggested, nodding towards the screen.
Ron opened his eyes wide and glanced at the TV. Robert had now moved and was licking her clit while fingering her pussy. Elena was squirming, moaning loudly and asking for more.
Hermione grabbed the remote and put the film on pause. "Do you want to?"
"Well, yeah — but, everything they do?"
"Not necessarily the same way, and definitively there's no need to say the same things, but we can do the same positions, with our own style. I don't need you to be a porn actor, and I don't want to be her," she clarified. "And well, if we don't want to do something, we don't have to."
"Okay. I'm game."
"Take off your clothes, then," she said excitedly.
Ron obeyed quickly, all the while watching Hermione do the same.
"Fuck, when did you put that on?" he asked when she revealed the black lace lingerie set she was wearing. "You weren't wearing that before!"
She blushed a bit. "I transfigured my underwear while I was cleaning upstairs. It was a surprise for you. I didn't count on you finding the films, though. I had forgotten about them, in fact."
"Fuck, you look so bloody hot!"
"I'm glad you approve," she said, pleased.
"Don't take it off," he asked. "Let me do it."
"Okay."
Ron glanced at the TV, then fixed his eyes back on Hermione.
"Lie on the couch, then, and open your legs."
Hermione did as told, eager, while trying to look seductive and alluring. The truth was that she looked a bit nervous. A year ago he wouldn't have noticed, but after being together for so long, he could see it clearly.
"You said it, you don't have to look like her. You turn me on much more than the film, Hermione. And you're real." She smiled at him, relaxing a bit. "Press play," he ordered.
On the TV, Robert resumed eating out Elena. Ron turned his attention to Hermione and began to kiss her inner thighs, getting close to her cunt. He put a few kisses over the soaked lace, and then used his fingers to push the crotch to the side, revealing her folds. He gave himself a moment to take the view in, and then began to lick her, settling on her clit after a minute. When he was about to finger her, however, he saw, from the corner of his eye, that Robert was moving. Hermione, however, grabbed the remote quickly and pressed the rewind button, going back to when he had knelt between her legs.
Ron looked at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "I really want more of that."
Letting out a laugh, Ron began to suck her clit and put two fingers inside her tight hole, fingering her in the way she liked, not in the almost brutal way in which Robert was doing Elena. He kept watching Hermione as she squirmed under him, moaning in pleasure. She would alternate looking at him with watching the sex scene on the TV, which, for an unknown reason, excited him even more.
The film reached the point where Robert stopped eating Elena out and he got up, placing himself back on the couch while she shifted a bit, positioning herself for him. Ron, smirking at Hermione, stopped as well. She let out a whine.
"Sorry, Love, but you at least got some," he said, as he eagerly moved to imitate Robert. "I missed the blowjob."
Robert sank his monstruous cock into Elena, which let out a sound between a moan and a whimper while he grunted.
"You feel so big in my pussy."
"You're so tight, babe."
"You like it?" she asked as he started to fuck her, his hands grabbing her thighs. "You like that pussy?"
Robert grunted again, moving faster and the camera got closer to their groins, showing very clearly how his cock was entering her cunt. Ron just stared, transfixed, never expecting to see such a close image.
"Ron, are you going to fuck me, or just to watch them?" Hermione asked, a bit impatient.
Ron turned his head and focused back on his girlfriend. With the background noise of Robert and Elena's moans, he took off her panties and tried to put his cock in her while in the same position, but it turned out the sofa wasn't as big and he was a bit uncomfortable. Remembering they were just imitating positions, he just got between her legs, keeping one of his feet on the floor, put his hands on both sides of her head, and, staring into her eyes, he drove in.
"Aaah, Ron, yesss …"
"So tight, babe," he said, imitating Robert's voice, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"You like that pussy?" she replied, using an exaggeratedly sultry tone.
They laughed again and both turned their faces towards the screen as Ron began to move in and out of Hermione, while she put her hands on his hips to encourage him.
Fuck, this is really hot, he thought, fucking Hermione deeply while watching a pretty, curvy woman being pounded mercilessly by that enormous dick.
Too soon for Ron's liking, as he was really enjoying what he was doing, Robert got his cock out of Elena and sat down on the couch, palming his naked thigh. As if reading his mind, Elena moved and straddled him, her back to his front, and impaled herself on his shaft. She put her legs on the couch and her hands behind her for support, giving them a perfect view of her cunt being fucked while Robert used his own hands to move her up and down his cock, making her tits bounce in a rather enticing way.
So Ron moved as well and sat down on the couch. Hermione got up and climbed on top of him, giving him a delicious view of her ass and arched back as she descended, taking his cock entire back in. Once settled, she tried to imitate Elena, but, after just a few thrusts, they both realised that bouncing that way was a really tiring and uncomfortable, so Hermione just sat on his lap, letting her feet hang on both sides of his legs and leaned against Ron's chest as they rocked together. It wasn't as adventurous as what the film was showing, but Ron liked this better. They were much closer and he could kiss Hermione's neck while her hair tickled his face.
They moved together, enjoying their connection while watching the film. After a bit, Ron realised Hermione still had her bra on and fumbled with the clasp to take it off.
"I want to see your big tits bounce, babe," he whispered into her ear as she lowered the straps and got rid of the garment, allowing Ron to cup them with his hands and give them a squeeze.
Hermione laughed again, causing her vaginal muscles to tighten around him, and Ron groaned in pleasure. That spurred them on, and they moved faster. Hermione, who seemed to be close to her orgasm — probably due to the oral sex she had received — started to squirm, putting more force in each downthrust.
"Does this excite you?" he whispered. "Riding my cock while watching her being thoroughly fucked, Hermione?"
"Mmmh, Ron …"
"Answer me," he demanded, moving his right hand from her hips to between her legs, which she eagerly spread further to give him more access.
"Yes, I like it," she moaned.
On the screen, Robert stopped bouncing Elena for a bit to knead one of her tits, and Ron did the same to Hermione before moving his hips again. Without the help of his hands, it was more difficult for him to move her, but that was all right, as he felt he was getting close. He wondered how the actor that played Robert could hold his climax for so long, as he really was doing her hard, causing an unlimited stream of moans to erupt from Elena's mouth.
Ron moved the hand between her spread legs and began to rub her clit, causing Hermione to let out a loud moan and move her own hips faster. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the movement of her ass on top of him while trying to avoid cumming.
Wanting to get her there, Ron sped his fingers, touching her in the way he knew she loved. Hermione tried to keep her eyes open to watch the film but, in the end, she closed them and threw her head backwards, laying it on Ron's shoulder. Ron contemplated her undulating body, the way she twisted and rotated her hips, the way her breasts jiggled, and felt his bollocks tightening. Driven wild with arousal, he sucked on her exposed neck as he touched her and kneaded her left tit, pulling on her nipple.
In the film, Robert pushed Elena off him. Ron thought that maybe they had finished, but no. He just laid her on the couch, on her side, and straddled one of her legs, lifting the other so it was pressed against his chest. With his right foot on the floor for leverage while kneeling on the couch with the other, he resumed pounding her pussy with vigour, grunting in pleasure. Elena moaned and touched her own tits, staring at him with a look that seemed to convey that he could enjoy her the way he wanted, as if she were there just to please him.
Ron considered moving once more, but Hermione looked too close to her orgasm and he wasn't going to deprive her of it, so he continued what he was doing until she started convulsing atop him, almost screaming in pleasure as she came.
"Oh, gods, Ron, that was so great …" she muttered when she calmed down, with her eyes still closed as she rested against him and looking very satisfied.
Ron let her be, rocking his hips a bit to get some relief for his aching hard on, until she opened her eyes and smiled lovingly at him. Then her eyes moved towards the TV and opened her mouth in surprise.
"Oh, they've changed positions again."
"Yeah, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself, so I let us stay this way."
Hermione gave him another smile and a kiss, then got up, making him groan at the loss of her warmth and tightness. She shifted on the couch and lay on her back, putting her right leg over the back, opening herself to him completely.
"Keep going," she said invitingly.
Ron didn't waste time. She scrambled to his feet and took the same position as Robert, plunging into Hermione's welcoming pussy in one forceful thrust. He held onto her raised leg, almost hugging it against him as he fucked her hard and fast, now seeking his own orgasm. He didn't know for how long the scene in the film would continue, but he couldn't hold his release anymore. He needed to cum, and, in this position, his balls kept rubbing against the leg he was straddling, heightening his pleasure even more.
"Hermione, I cannot — I'm going to cum!" he panted, his voice strained.
"Do it, Ron! Inside me!"
Her encouraging words were the last straw. With a few, powerful thrusts, he emptied himself deep in her pussy while she bucked against him, silently urging him to give it all to her.
Finally spent, he pushed her leg to the side and fell on top of her, sighing in contentment. She smiled at him and gave him a kiss.
"Fuck, how can he keep going?" he asked, as they directed their attention back to the TV, where Robert was still pounding a moaning Elena.
"They make pauses."
"Pauses?"
"Yeah. During the recording. To rest."
"Do they?"
"Of course. Porn is all about exaggeration and, mainly, male fantasies. It's not real, you know. I mean, it is, in a way, but not real real."
"Oh," he said, feeling a bit better. He had believed he was good in bed, but had started to doubt that, seeing Robert's stamina.
As they kept watching, Ron felt his cock hardening once more, despite having come just a couple of minutes ago. It was really exciting, lying naked on top of an equally naked Hermione, feeling her soft, firm tits against him while watching Robert fuck hard that hot girl who seemed to ask for more and more.
Quite suddenly, he stopped and lowered his head to suck on her tits, rather roughly. Then he moved south and buried his face in her pussy once more. Ron glanced down at Hermione, who was watching with an obvious interest, and was biting her bottom lip in that characteristic way that indicated she was horny.
"You like that, uh?" he asked.
Without taking her eyes off the screen, she nodded. "Gods, he's really eating her out, Ron …"
"Well, we said we'd do what they do, right?" he commented casually, and moved down her body, peppering her breasts and stomach with kisses.
"Oh, Merlin, yes, Ron, yes!" she exclaimed, clearly excited.
"Now that I'm about to lick your pussy you look at me, eh?" he asked, feigning offense.
"Oh, shut up and put that mouth to good use," she said, putting her hand on his head to direct him towards her cunt.
"You learned that line in a bad porn film, Hermione?" he asked, biting the inside of her thighs, damp with her juices.
She blushed a bit. "Ron, shut up and do to me what he's doing to her!"
Ron chuckled. He really loved a horny Hermione. Not wanting to tease her more, however, he did as told, going straight to her clit and sucking it before lapping at it with his tongue.
"Gods, yes! Like that, Ron! Like that!"
Ron kept licking her, while keeping an eye on the screen. When Robert put a finger into her cunt, he did the same, and when he moved that finger to Elena's asshole, he also followed his directions.
"Roon …"
After fingering her asshole for a bit, Robert put his hands under Elena's toned thighs and lifted them up, pushing them against her torso so her pussy and ass were in full display. He gave her pussy a long lick, and then lowered his face to her ass, tonguing her puckered hole. At once, Elena put her own hands under her knees and held her legs against her chest so he could use his hands to spread her cheeks.
His cock twitching with anticipation, Ron also pushed Hermione's legs up so her tight, wonderful asshole was presented to him. "Hold them," he told her.
Hermione did as requested, holding her legs that way.
"This is not very comfortable, Ron, so — Aahhh!" she moaned when he spread her buttocks and began to rim her hole, pushing his tongue inside. He tongue-fucked her hard, praying that Robert would fuck Elena in the ass. He had noticed that her ass was fantastic, and watching him fuck it while doing the same to Hermione's was the most arousing thing he could imagine. He hadn't had her in the ass since his birthday and was dying to be in that tight hole once more.
On the screen, Robert shoved two fingers in Elena's pussy and then used them to stretch her ass. Ron did the same, moving his mouth back to her clit to suck on it.
"Oh, gods, Rooooon!"
Getting more and more excited, Ron moved his mouth back to her ass, moving his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle.
"Ahh, Ron … Fuck, that feels really — Ron, they've moved."
Ron lifted his head and looked at the screen. Effectively, Robert was putting Elena on all fours, giving the camera a perfect view of her fleshy, round ass. She looked at him over her shoulder, giving him a really sultry look and a wicked smile.
"Has your husband had you in the ass, Elena?" he asked, giving her right buttock a loud spank.
She moaned as she shook her head, her cheek reddening where he had hit her.
Ron looked at Hermione eagerly.
"Want to?" he asked, gulping.
"Do you want to?" she asked back, her lips curved into a small smile.
"Fuck, yeah!"
But instead of just getting on her hands and knees, she got off the couch and knelt on the rug so she was facing the TV, shaking her delicious ass to him.
"I want to watch as well," she said as an explanation.
"Fuck," he said, his eager prick twitching. In the film, Robert put his immense one against Elena's hole and then pushed hard, making her squeal when her sphincter gave up and her delicious ass took him in. He gave three or four slow, careful thrusts, but then shoved it half into her ass, starting a hard fuck. She practically screamed.
"Fuck, I can't believe she took all that in!"
"Ron, they're getting ahead of us," Hermione said as a response, her voice laced with want.
"Shit, you're eager, aren't you?" he said, hurrying to kneel behind her perfectly exposed ass. He put his hands on her cheeks, caressing them reverently, and then spread them and put his cock at her rear entrance, savouring every second.
The living room was filled with grunts and moans as Robert drilled Elena's asshole while spanking her buttocks, telling her how much of a slut and bad wife she was, opening her ass for a stranger when she had never let her husband fuck her in there.
Ron found it a bit too much, yet he couldn't deny it was arousing him incredibly, so he pushed against Hermione's pucker and groaned in pleasure when the already loosened hole opened to let him in. Slowly, he pushed in, watching her ass devour his cock inch by inch.
"Oh, Ron, I'm so full …"
"Shit, Hermione, I missed this. Fuck, your ass is so tight … so fucking tight …"
He moved slowly, rocking against her, his attention divided between the scene in the TV and the image of Hermione's arched back and her ass speared on his cock. Fuck, it felt too good, and he was so fucking horny he was not going to last at all.
"Fuck me, Ron …"
The intensity of their fucking grew as they watched the much wilder assfucking in the film. Ron pushed a bit further each time, going deeper and deeper into her asshole until his pelvis touched her perfect cheeks, which he loved. His hands moved over her back and sides as he thrust in and out of her tight ass, his entire body alight with the pleasure.
"Touch yourself," Ron said, his voice hoarse. "Fuck, touch yourself 'cause I'm gonna cum in no time."
"Oh, Rooon," she moaned, doing as he had requested. "Gods, look at the way he's fucking her ass, Ron …"
"Shit, Hermione, this is too hot!" he shouted, his bollocks tightening as his body was overwhelmed by sensory overload.
He tried to delay his orgasm, moving slower in her perfect, hot, snug asshole while she rubbed her pussy. He was sure he was going to fail when, luckily, Robert and Elena changed positions once more. This time, they lay on their sides on the couch, he lifting her leg to put his cock back inside her bum. Part of Ron lamented the change, as the image wasn't as good, but it was also less arousing. He knew he should imitate him and take his cock out, but Hermione's ass felt too good and his libido protested loudly against the very idea of stopping. So he gave her a few hard thrusts and the slipped out of her tight hole.
"Want to try that?" he asked her, as they never had anal sex that way. She nodded eagerly.
Wanting to keep going, they got onto the couch and managed to replicate the scene in the film, with him on his side and leaning against the back and Hermione between his arms and pressed against him. Once positioned, she grasped his dick and put it at her rear entrance while Ron used his right hand to keep her bum cheeks spread. Hermione pushed back, stuffing her asshole with his dick once more and Ron groaned at the sensation. She didn't stop until he was completely inside her and she was snuggled against his body. Ron couldn't move as fast this way, which was both good and bad. However, as he had his left arm under her, he could use its hand to squeeze Hermione's tits.
"Use the other hand to finger my pussy, Ron …"
Ron was quick to comply, cupping her exposed cunt with his entire hand, relishing the feel of her wet, hot, soft flesh under his palm. He pressed against her while he thrust from behind, forcing his cock deeper into her clutching ass. The way her bum was encased against his thighs and lower belly while his dick was deep in her was simply amazing, and he couldn't help but try to push harder into her.
Hermione moaned louder, and, when he curved his middle finger and shoved it in her sopping hole she put her own hand over his and pressed, making his palm rub her harder.
"Like that, Ron …" she muttered, bucking her own hips, pushing against their combined hands and then impaling her asshole more on his swelling cock.
"Fuuck, Hermione, you feel so fucking good! Ohhh, for Merlin's sake, your ass … Fuck, your ass …"
They enjoyed the position, feeling their arousal grow steadily with the slow fucking, until a sudden change in the film drew his attention back to the TV. Robert had disentangled himself from Elena and was now standing up while she knelt on the floor and, giving him a rather sultry and lustful look, took his cock into her mouth and began to suck and jack it forcefully, clearing wanting him to cum.
"Do — do we do that?" he asked, pausing his movements.
Hermione, who had closed her eyes a bit, opened them to look at the TV and put on a disgusted expression. "Ron, in no way I'm going to suck your penis after it's been deep in my asshole. Now keep moving, I'm close!" she demanded, moving her hips again.
Ron was perfectly fine with that. Though the image was in a way rather arousing, he really wanted to cum in her constricting ass. So he resumed his thrusting, fingerfucking her while he drilled into her hole. He could feel his orgasm starting to uncoil now that the scene was going to be over and he didn't have to hold it in anymore, so he rubbed her cunt faster, wanting to bring her over the edge with him and she responded accordingly, grinding onto his hand. With her free one, she pinched the nipple of the breast he wasn't squeezing.
"Gonna cum, Hermione. Fuck, gonna cum!" he groaned, clenching his teeth.
"Me too! Don't stop, Ron! Ohhh, don't st — Oh, gods, yesss! Ahh, fuck … fuck .. fuuuck!" she screamed, her body convulsing while she held his hand against her with all her force and her hips moved erratically. The increased pressure around his dick and fingers was too much for Ron, who thrust as hard as he could into her clenching asshole.
"Oh, shit, shit, shit, Hermione!" he chanted, his hips slamming into her firm cheeks as his cock burst, emptying his bollocks into her accepting butt in one, tow, three long spurts. "Ah, fuuck, so good …" he moaned as he was done, his cock still twitching a bit.
Hermione sagged against him as well, both sweaty and breathing heavily but otherwise deeply satisfied.
"That was so amazing," he said, sated and utterly content, and she nodded, smiling brightly.
Surprisingly, in the film, Robert wasn't done yet, though, by the way he was groaning, he was close. Elena was really applying himself to the task, jacking him off with two hands while she sucked on the tip. Then, suddenly, he took over and wanked all over her face while she opened her mouth submissively.
"Ooooh," he groaned in pleasure and his cock erupted, cum raining all over his neighbour's face and tongue. As his ejaculation waned, she took his cock between her lips and sucked greedily. "Yeah, suck it 'til the last drop …" he said, thrusting lazily into her mouth.
Ron couldn't help it and let out a laugh. "'Suck it 'til the last drop'? Really?"
Hermione smiled. "Told you the dialogue is ludicrous. Though I suppose anyone watching us fuck would say the same about our dirty talking."
Ron thought about it, about the things he blurted out, and realised she probably was right.
"We put more feeling into it, though," he replied, just as Elena opened her mouth and showed the cum pooling on her tongue for the camera to see.
"Definitively," Hermione said, turning her head and raising an arm to grab the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss.
They kept watching the film for a bit as they rested, still comfortably joined. Another gorgeous, hot female neighbour came to welcome Robert to the neighbourhood, quickly going farther to what Ron would expect of a greeting as she started sucking his dick, which quickly turned into a hard fuck on the kitchen table. A table that was conveniently placed in front of a window, allowing Elena to masturbate while watching them. At this point, Hermione suggested a shower so they could leave for the Burrow.
Ron agreed. They got up, turned off the video player and the TV and Ron went to put the tapes in its right place while Hermione went upstairs to prepare the shower. The last thing he wanted was for her parents to know — or suspect — he had been watching them with Hermione. That, of course, led to a mental image of her parents doing something similar while watching them, causing him to grimace and shook his head. Fuck, how was he going to look at them in the face knowing they owned pornographic films?
Shaking his head again, he turned off the lights of the study and went back to the living room. He could hear the water in the bathroom upstairs, so he went up. When he entered the bathroom, Hermione was already in the shower. He joined her.
"So — did you like it?" she asked as they soaped their bodies, touching the other's every now and then.
"It was really exciting. But it was also somewhat weird, as if —" He searched for the right words, though he was unable to find the ones to express what he felt. "I dunno how to explain it," he added at last.
"I think I do," she said. "It felt great, and I came really hard, but it didn't feel as intimate because we were also focusing on the screen instead of just on us, and they were just fucking."
"Yeah," he said quickly, agreeing wholeheartedly. "Yeah, that's it. But it was a really good experience," he declared with a wide grin. "And I got to have your ass again. That alone would make the experience amazing," he added, moving his hands to cup such part of her body and squeeze it.
"Yes, I saw how your eyes lit up when he started rimming her," she said, returning his grin. "You're such an ass … an ass man, I mean," she joked, laughing.
"Cheeky witch," he replied, giving her a little spank on her bum, and she laughed. "The film made me think, though," he said after a minute.
"Think?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow. "Because of its deep plot, wonderful character development and intelligent dialogue?" she asked.
"No, about how unfair life is."
Hermione stared at him, blinking. "Care to explain?"
"I mean, look at how wonderful Robert's neighbours are, while we're stuck with Mrs Meadows …" he said with a lopsided smile. "Can't we trade her for two of Robert's?"
Hermione smacked him on the arm. "Yeah, and I could also ask for one as helpful as him so I'd have someone to go for comfort when my boyfriend acts like a prat."
Ron laughed. "You liked him, then?" he asked jokingly, though there was a hint of self-doubt in his voice. Seeing his own body in the shower, he couldn't compare to the actor's. Though he had developed and had some muscle, he was still lanky, with his pale skin covered in freckles, while Robert Manly had a really sculpted frame and tanned skin. And then it was the cock, of course. "I mean, would you like if I were that — that big?"
Hermione contemplated him for a moment before answering.
"Ron, do you like having anal sex with me?"
"Is the grass green?" he replied as an answer. What did that have to do with anything?
"Well, let me tell you that if you packed a thing like that one, you wouldn't get anywhere near my ass. Does that answer your question?"
"Pretty much," he said.
They finished showering and existed the stall. As they dried themselves, Ron watched Hermione, with her hair still damp while she tried to disentangle it in front of the mirror, and couldn't help but wish they could spend the night here, together and alone. Being with her like this felt homely, plain and simple, and he liked that. Liked it very much.
And then it hit him that the war was truly over, and that they had survived, and so they actually had a chance to have a life together. What months ago was nothing but a distant hope, was now a very possible reality, as long as she still wanted him. They hadn't talked about their immediate plans yet, except for the journey to Australia, but, wherever life took them, he knew that he wanted this, with Hermione, forever. And unable to resist himself, he approached her, a towel wrapped around his middle, and embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "You're so beautiful," he blurted out, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
She scoffed. "Seriously, Ron, look at my hair. I could scare children by jumping in front of them out of a corner."
"I wouldn't want it another way," he stated with conviction. "In my eyes, you're perfect."
Please, tell me what you think!
I know it might seem a bit ironic that I make some fun of the absurdity of porn films, when the sex in this fic is not realistic either, but … I liked the idea of parodying my own writing, and as reminder that sex is not like this.
Now, the next upload will be for The Case that Changed Everything. Next update to this story will be a Christmas gift. It's also a massive chapter, so most surely I'll have to split in two parts as well.
Comment, review, encourage authors and write Romione smut in the meantime!