Sensations of Shemales: The Abstinence Curse

by FanfictionWriter101

Returning for their fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry and his friends are eagerly anticipating continuing to explore the sexual world that Hogwarts provides whilst Hermione continues to search for the remaining enchanted sex-trinkets listed by Aphrodomina. Yet Professor Umbridge's appointment at Hogwarts stands in direct opposition to their sexual desires, pushing them to the brink.

6. Chapter 6: Adventures In Ane-Alley

Author's Note: Welcome to the second brand new chapter that is a part of the reworked version of this story. This chapter is a much more conventional chapter than the previous new chapter, but that doesn't mean that it will be lacking any smutty brilliance. This chapter involves a visit to Diagon Alley and the exploration of one of the side paths opposite Knockturn Alley. Naturally, in the sexualised world of Sensations of Shemales, there has to be a seedy back-alley devoted to all things perverse. I can only apologise for the god-awful play on words that makes up the name of said alley. It seemed fitting given how Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley are plays on words.

As mentioned before, this story has gone through some changes and as such chapters may be different, missing or there may be brand new ones. For full details see the author's note in the first chapter. If a chapter you particularly loved has changed too much for your liking or has disappeared, you can read the original versions on my blog. Link is at the end of this chapter.

I hope you enjoy Hermione and Ginny's visit to… sigh… Ane Alley… Get it?

Chapter 6: Adventures In Ane-Alley

Hermione welcomed the escape from Grimauld Place following her revelation with Ron. That place had become suffocating for her and needless to say, the open street of Diagon Alley and the decidedly magical air that came with it was a welcome sight. She and the Weasley family slowly sauntered their way along the cobbled path, dipping into the shops as they went, retrieving all the different items listed on their Hogwarts shopping list. With books and clothing stacked high, the group made a brief trip back to the cars in order to stow their shopping away before taking a final more leisurely stroll through the alley. With all the necessities procured, now they could enjoy themselves a little. It was at this time that the Weasley group split apart, all of them going their own separate ways. The twins disappeared into a potion ingredients shop, holding in their hands to copious amount of galleons they had received from Harry the previous year. Hermione couldn't help but wonder over what kind of mischief the two of them were getting up to. Their choice of shop suggested it was something to do with the Entoxivus Vial, one of the enigmatic Items of Aphrodomina that Hermione discovered that the twins had in their possession. Regardless, they were undoubtedly up to no good, but there was little reason to dwell upon it. Molly and Arthur peeled away as well, disappearing down the alley without a word as to where they were going, leaving Hermione and Ginny to peruse the windows of the various shops.

"You know… I was thinking of looking at the new Quidditch gear. I hear there are some really cool team robes. Fancy a look? Hermione?" Ginny asked as the two of them neared the ever-popular Quidditch supply shop. Without a response, Ginny turned to look at Hermione, only to see the bushy-haired girl lost in thought, her eyes almost glazed over as she stared further down the street. Following her gaze, Ginny found what she was staring at. Or rather, who. The Malfoy family. All three of them. They were stood outside of Madam Malkins, with Draco glaring bitterly at people passing by. His father stood with his back straight and cane in hand, doing his best to appear imposing as Draco's mother spoke. Narcissa Malfoy was a rare sight. Ginny wasn't confident she had ever actually seen the woman, and she felt a little sorrier for it. Narcissa was a very attractive woman. Tall and curvy, with her hips curving in that perfect heart-shaped way into a delightfully juicy arse. Her breasts seemed impossibly large. Rounded and juicy, yet without a hit of sag. They hung on her body, defying gravity, clutched within the confines of her tight-fitting dress. Even from this distance, Ginny could have sworn that she could see the fabric of her dress pinching at the crest of her tits, with firm protruding peaks poking out from behind the garment. It must have been a trick of the light, she thought as she nudged Hermione out of her trance, "Who would have thought a twisted little freak like Draco came from a woman like that?"

"He must get it from his father," Hermione chortled, turning away and agreeing to Ginny's plan to look at the Quidditch shop. Staring through the windows, they decided it would be a fools errand to try and squeeze inside as people battled over their favourite team's uniform robes. Instead, they admired the lacquered shine of the polished brooms sitting in the window. Even Hermione, a vehement opponent of flying, couldn't help but admire their glossy appeal. That was until she heard, a disgruntled sigh behind her. Turning, she watched as Narcissa Malfoy, frustration in her eye, turned away from her family and strode straight towards her. A little panicked, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she strode straight past them and down a thin alleyway that ran beside the Quidditch shop.

"What you looking at, mudblood?" Draco snapped bitterly, his furious ire burning into Hermione's eyes. Just before he could take it any further, his father intervened, laying a hand firmly on his son's shoulder and pulling him away, trying to conjure up any remaining authority he had.

"Now, Draco… They'll have their time," he murmured, almost whimpering the words, through a croaking voice, his eyes following after his wife. Confused, Hermione watched the two male Malfoys turn and walk away, a slightly limp in the elder Malfoy's step. Intrigued, Hermione turned back to the alley-way and paused… She could have sworn that there had never been an alley-way there. There were only two alleys in this hidden pocket of the magical world; Diagon-Alley and Knockturn Alley, both of which were connected in multiple places by smaller adjoining pathways. But this pathway was on the complete opposite side to Knockturn Alley, suggesting the presence of a third alley running adjacent to Diagon Alley on the other side. Peering down it, she could see shops and a few pointed wizard hats atop the heads of obvious magical folk.

"Ginny? Has that pathway always been there?" Hermione asked, peering further down the dimly lit corridor, trying to spot any of the shop's names. Tearing her eyes away from the broomsticks on display, Ginny looked where Hermione was pointing, indulging the admittedly bizarre question.

"What path… way…" Ginny began, thinking Hermione must be seeing things if she had discovered a new part of Diagon Alley, yet as she looked to where she was pointing, the redhead saw the exact same pathway down into another mysterious alley-way. As baffled as she was intrigued, Ginny craned her neck to see further down, but could only see the non-descript brickwork of several buildings and a faint reddish glow, "I don't think so… At least not that I can remember."

"Wait… that sign…" Hermione pointed out as they stepped closer to the alley-way. A blank black slate above the arch-way suddenly began to glow, with a dark ruby red light cracking through the stone. Suddenly, several letters etched themselves into the stone, carving their way through the slate until the two them were able to read:

Ane Alley

The Place For Perverse Needs

"That sign is definitely new. How many times have we been here and never noticed it?" Ginny explained, surprised that she had never, up until this point, noticed the bright red writing indicating a completely new alley-way, "I mean, I've always come to look at the Quidditch shop and have always ended up standing here staring in the window. I would have seen it. What do you think is down there?"

"Perverse needs? A secret sex-alley, perhaps? All I know Mrs Malfoy seemed very keen to storm of down this alley in particular," Hermione smirked, raising an eyebrow as she looked around towards the group of people outside of the Quidditch shop. None of them seemed to be acknowledging the presence of the pathway, suggesting that perhaps it had been there all along and the two of them had simply been blind to its presence. Or perhaps the opposite was true. Perhaps it was everyone else that was blind to its existence.

"Naughty… Shall we have a look? I mean… discretely. Hoods up and all. Don't want to be spotted down here, do we?" Ginny asked, eagerly, silently excited to not only explore something a little perverse, but also the secret hidden alley-way that neither of them had even known existed.

"No sign of the twins or your parents… I suppose we could have a quick look," Hermione breathed, just as eager to have a wander down to the alley-way. Nodding in agreement, the two of them pulled their hoods up and stepped into the darkened pathway, disappearing down towards Ane Alley, oblivious to the quiet remark of a nearby student who watched the two of them slip through a completely solid brick wall. Placing their hand on the wall, they confirmed it to be completely solid, further confusing them. Not that Hermione and Ginny noticed as they were to eager to get down into the alley. As they stepped into the wider alley-way, the two of them were met with a rather interesting sight. It was safe to say that Hermione's hypothesis about this being a sex-alley was correct. The various scantily clad and suggestively dressed men and women, clinging to light-posts and one another betrayed the sexual truth behind this place. Most of the near naked people were lingering outside a large building with a distinct red glow emanating from the windows, the scent of alcohol, sweat and sex drifting out from within. Beatrice's Brothel, the sign read. And the people out front; prostitutes. Several of them were attempting to woo some of the patrons walking along the street, with one girl finally succeeding and pulling the lucky client into the building, dropping their panties immediately as they stepped through the door.

"Hello there strangers… Fancy a quick bit of fun? You can keep the hood up if you'd like. Completely discrete," one of the girl purred, slowly sauntering over to Hermione and Ginny who kept their heads bowed and their gaze averted. The prostitute clung to a nearby lamppost, basking herself in the glimmering red-light of the flickering flame within. All of the lampposts were similarly red, dousing the dimly lit alley way in waves of red, similar to the muggle equivalent of a red-light district.

"No. We're… we're alright," Hermione murmured softly, startled at the completely open and unabashed way in which the woman approached her. She barely even got a good look at the admittedly shapely girl before she had to lower her head in order to hide her anonymity.

"You sure? I can do to for one. Bring your friend along…" she woman suggested, leaning down to Hermione's ear, the scent of sickly perfume wafting from the woman's body as she purred in a salacious and exaggerated manner, "I reckon I can stick my tongue further up your ass than anyone else…"

"I'm really… Alright," Hermione reaffirmed, taking Ginny by the arm and practically dragging her down the alley, the two of them putting a fair bit of distance between them and the brothel. The fact that this was so close to Diagon Alley was baffling to them.

"Suit yourself. Your loss," the prostitute smirked, before immediately moving on to the next passer-by, playing up the same act as Hermione and Ginny made their way to the shopping portion of the alley, keen to avoid any close calls like that.

"Bloody hell… Let's just… Avoid the brothel. Look, some shops. Ooo, look here!" Ginny breathed as the two of them came to the more typical shopping area. There were about half a dozen different shops, each one boasting a different set of products. The first one the came to had a distinct and unmistakable sign. It was of a woman's lower half; from their hips down to their thighs, only the sign was dressed in a frilly set of lingerie, with the unmistakable bulge of a witch's anatomy on display, "A lingerie shop. This is perfect. I had to buy the set I wore for Harry's birthday from a muggle place. I didn't even know there was one here!"

"Lingerie? Isn't that quite expensive," Hermione asked, having only really seen the extremely high-end shops in the muggle shopping centres. The kind that charged ludicrous amounts of money for garments that would instantly tear if they were put under the strain of having to contain the intense arousal of a witch.
"Some of it, yeah. But I reckon we could find some cheap stuff. Come on. Everyone deserves a nice set of underwear. Ron'll thank you for it," Ginny smirked, only to shrink back a little as she realised, she was trying to convince her best friend to buy lingerie to impress her brother, "Can't believe I said that…"

"Come on then. Let's have a look," Hermione chuckled, ever amused at Ginny's continuous back and forth conflicting feelings regarding thinking sexually about her own brother. Brushing it aside, the two of them stepped inside of 'Queen Lavenza's Land Of Lingerie'.

Once inside, they were immediately met with endless amounts of frills, lace, and silk. At the far end of the shop, was sat who Hermione presumed to be Queen Lavenza. She, or rather, he was dressed in the extravagant over-indulgent attire typical of a muggle drag-queen. A long flowing purple dress, pinched waist, plumped breasts, long wildly curly hair and the striking impeccable make-up befitting a character such as her. Queen Lavenza smiled sweetly, waving her fingers in a greeting before returning to filing her long-pointed nails.

Hermione and Ginny walked back and forth through the aisles, admiring the seemingly endless selection of lingerie. Different styles, colours, garments. Everything from corsets to stockings, from lace to latex. It was overwhelming. As they perused, the noticed that several of the garments were described as coming with enchantments. Obscuring charms to hide bulges or stretching charms to accentuate comfort. Some bras and panties even boasted easy-fit charms that made them one-size fits all, naturally tightening to fit the figure and frame of the person wearing them. Ginny, was enthralled with them all, running her hands across the silks and relishing in the feel. Hermione, however, found herself in a completely different section, her eyes widening in a strange awe. The heading on the wall said, crossdressing. The garments were all designed to be worn by men, boasting enchantments that could amplify the typically feminine features to greater effect. Bras came with designated bust sizes, so that when they were put on, the individual's chest would inflate to the indicated size. Panties and garter belts to amplify the curves of the hips and roundness of the ass. Such possibilities, Hermione had never even considered.

Eventually, the two of them decided on a few items, with Hermione purchasing a rather modest, but still erotic black and silver bra and panties, with some stockings to go along with them. Furthermore, she procured silky negligee for herself and a bra and panties from the cross-dressing section, purely out of curiosity. Ginny, with few funds to her name, decided on a corset and thong, but also went a little bit bolder and bought a single pair of black latex stockings. Once again, out of curiosity. As they paid, Queen Lavenza chatted in a deeper voice than either of them anticipated, "I've never seen you two around her before? A sudden courageous leap?"

"No. We… we didn't know this place existed until today. Didn't notice the pathway or sign," Hermione explained as Queen Lavenza stowed their clothing away in unmarked bags, waving her wand across the opening at the tops to enchant them to appear as if they held nothing but robes or books. Discretion guaranteed.

"Ah, so you lost your virginities since your last visit. Welcome to the world of perversion," Lavenza beamed readily, accepting the stack of sickles that the girls paid with and eliciting confused glances from the two of them. Her comment hadn't registered entirely.

"Our… What does that have to do with this?" Ginny asked as it dawned on Hermione. The reason why the alley hadn't appeared until now was because it was hidden from them. When they lost their virginities, it appeared. It was so simple an explanation, yet one that Hermione couldn't help but smirk at.

"The alley only appears to non-virgins. After all, what use would a virgin have with a place like this," Lavenza giggled, handing a few knuts back to Ginny before holding out their bags with a sensual smile, "Don't be strangers… Anything but strangers."

With that, the two girls bid her farewell and stepped back into the street. The remaining shops were just as interesting. Bottled Perversion, a potion store for sensual brews. Wands, Whips and Chains, a BDSM store boasting all manner of kinky items for the rougher side of sexual deviancy. An unmarked building that seemed grimy and empty, yet had an ominous swinging sign simply entitled, Slave. And finally, The Enchanted Playhouse, a shop that seemed to hold a countless array of magical sex-toys. Needless to say, Hermione and Ginny didn't even need to say a word before they strode forwards and entered the building, both of them intrigued as to what the shop could hold. Hermione's experience with sex toys was limited, with her foray into the realm of plastic faux cocks largely beginning with her mother. After all, Mrs Lianne Granger had elected to buy a vast range on the off chance that Hermione preferred using them for attaining orgasm over the holidays. Hermione was endeared and a little uneased by the extent that her mother went to in order to prepare to provide her with the necessary sexual relief a witch needed. However, those were muggle toys. And the Enchanted Playhouse was very much magical…

Stepping inside, they were met with a proverbial emporium of magical sex-toys. Immediately, their eyes were drawn upwards towards the high ceiling of the room. Just like the Great Hall at Hogwarts, there were countless objects suspended in the air, only instead of candles, these were dildos. Dozens and dozens of dildos in all shapes, sizes and colours, steadily rocking back and forth, rhythmically fucking the air in an enchanted display of their prowess and abilities. The shop was separated into different sections. One was pretty standard and typical; dildos and butt-plugs. The kind of normal, regular stuff that would be expected from a shop like this. You had your bigger toys, all the way up to the twelve and fourteen-inch behemoths. Different colours, materials, shapes and tapering. Some were modelled after real cocks, others just phallic in shape. The plugs were much the same, swelling in size and width, some with crested and elaborate handles, others with long plumes of fabric to mimic the tails of magical creatures. The next section built on the dildo section with a large sign entitled 'The Menagerie'. It was what you would expect. Racks and displays boasting countless magical creature cocks. There were two parts, one dedicated to scaled down versions of magical creature's anatomies. These toys had centaur and dragon shaped dildos, only they were considerably smaller than the real thing to allow them to be usable. However, there were also life-sized versions of the toys, with the main attraction being a life-sized dragon dildo that was at least twice the size of Hermione's entire body. It was suspended by heavy wires and seemed grossly obscene. She couldn't help but wonder if anyone had forked over the thousands of galleons for one of them before shuddering at the idea. The next section was assorted trinkets and sex enhancements. There were cock-rings, nipple clamps, spell-books for enhancing your sexual experiences, as well assorted oils and edible accompaniments, including, to Hermione's surprise and disgust; Every-Flavour Underwear, a spin of the Bertie Botts beans. Once again, she shuddered before turning to the final major display. It took up an entire wall of the shop and was rather puzzling to begin with. The shelves were lined with countless unremarkable boxes, tied with ribbon.

"These are our pot-luck boxes," the attendant explained, slinking out from behind his counter. He was a rather unremarkable man, but was quick to explain the towering shelves, "The selection in the shop can be overwhelming for some. Especially beginners looking to spice things up. So, you pay thirty galleons and get a box. You'll be guaranteed products to the value of thirty galleons, but if your lucky, you might get some more pricy ones. And one of these boxes even contains the life-sized dragon dildo. If you're really, really lucky."

"Or unlucky. I don't think I have the space," Hermione breathed, her statement having multiple meanings. The thought of finding a place for that at home was unthinkable. Not to mention, she'd never be able to use it. Hell, even the smaller rigid spines that ran along the side of the cock were a little large for her liking. She'd barely get anything out of it other than maybe a pleasurable bit of grinding.

"The box comes with an undetectable extension charm. Plenty of space to fit everything and anything. Let me know if you'd like one from the upper shelves," the man smirked, turning and returning to his table, pouring over a heavy ledger, ignoring the rhythmic pounding of the floating dildos. Hermione couldn't imagine getting any work done in here.

"So many options. I mean… where to begin…" Ginny breathed, staring around in awe and wonder. It seemed that there were so many different options, yet none of them were screaming out to her. She wished she had more money so she could properly splash out.

"I'm thinking one of the boxes. Sounds like a bit of fun," Hermione said, finding herself just as overwhelmed as Ginny, but drawn to the idea of a random assortment. It took the difficulty out of choosing for herself. That and she had plenty of money for it.

"Hoping for Gigantor the Dragon? I can't afford one, so I'll leave that to you. But…" Ginny smirked, watching Hermione blush at the prospect of getting the thousand galleon dragon cock in her box. Taking Hermione by the arm, she pulled her towards the sex-accessory section, "I was thinking one of these."

"Anonymizer Masks?" Hermione said, picking the mask up from the rack. It was a full face masquerade mask, with intricate silver embossing. It had a small section cut out for the mouth, meaning that only part of the person's face that was visible were their lips and chin.

"Look. They change hair colour, adjust your voice a little. You'd never know it was me. Unless you had my lips memorised or something…" Ginny commented, putting it on and immediately having her hair turn jet black and curly. Her voice also changed gently in tone. Enough to make her sound like a complete stranger.

"That… That sounds interesting actually," Hermione pondered, liking the idea of the masks as well. She looked through the endless supply, finding some with different colours and designs, yet all of them with the same full face anonymity.

"Yeah, I'm definitely thinking one of these. And a toy. Gonna have a look. Be back in a moment," Ginny smiled eagerly, darting around the corner to the sex-toy section. She dwelled a moment in the Menagerie before shaking her head and going to the regular ones. Hermione pulled a second mask from the rack; a red and gold one. It complimented her silver and white one nicely. Two masks for her and Ron. After all, she was buying this sort of stuff for the two of them as a couple. Didn't make sense to just buy the one. Moving quickly to the counter, Hermione planned to buy the masks before Ginny realised she had gotten two.

"I'll take these and that box there," Hermione said, gesturing to one of the boxes higher on the stand. The attendant used his wand to levitate it down, taking the bag of galleons from Hermione. Stowing the masks in her lingerie bag, Hermione tucked the box beneath her arm just in time for Ginny to arrive with a rounded silver butt-plug in her hand. Paying for them and her mask, the two made their way to the shop door.

"Wonderful. All items can be verified for their price to ensure you at least get your money's worth," the man called out regarding the box, not wanting Hermione to think that she was cheated by the contents is she was somewhat unlucky. He then added in a chirping cheery tone, "We hope you come again… and again!"

"Fancy trying these out? No need for hoods," Ginny suggested, pulling her hood down and affixing the mask to her face, her hair immediately turning to a short brunette bob. Hermione did the same, her hair straightening out and turning a gentle strawberry blonde.

"You have a place in mind? Please tell me you aren't thinking the brothel?" Hermione sighed, not liking the idea of going back to that place until they had to leave. Ginny smirked and took her friend by the arm, leading her to the end of the street where a large and resplendent building stood, somewhat crooked and stacked like the Burrow, but built from clean-cut stone.

"No. I have a better idea. It's a… club of sorts. Sex club. Nothing expected of you, but no limits either," Ginny explained, pointing to the sign. It boasted the works. Private rooms, open spaces, baths and steam-rooms, sex-stages, strippers, hourly shows, and no spaces off-limit to sexual activities. There were places like this in the muggle world, but not so exhaustive.

"Could be worth a look. No harm either with these," Hermione said with a smile, nodding to Ginny as they strode confidently into the building with completely guaranteed anonymity. Pushing into the door, they smelt the heavenly combination of perfume and scented candles, the air thick with a warming rush. They were in a small corridor draped with thin see-through curtains, a small reception at the end.

"Welcome ladies," a young and tired woman droned, the woman propped up on her elbows as she sleepily recited her usual spiel, "You are free to leave as much or as little clothing in the changing rooms. Please respect other patrons boundaries. A closed door remains closed and whatnot, just as an open door is not an explicit invitation."

"Thanks," Ginny said meekly as the receptionist gestured to the female changing room. Stepping inside, they were immediately met with their first example of nudity. A woman had just stepped out of one of the showers, her hand towelling her hair dry whilst the other hand happily and aimlessly jerked herself of. Quietly, and a little out of place, Hermione and Ginny found two lockers and began to stow their items inside. Hermione was happy to not to take any of her clothing off, but as Ginny pulled her t-shirt of, she felt compelled to join her. Stripping down to their bras and panties, they shut their lockers and looked for an exit, finding it strange that the woman was just jerking off as she got herself dressed. They quickly found the way into the main space of the club, with Hermione and Ginny giving one another a confident boosting nod before pushing through and into the main hall. Both of them stood there, taken aback by the sight in front of them. It was as perverse as it was spectacular, with neither of them quite knowing where to let their eyes wander.

At the centre of the room was a large cross-shaped stage, upon which a number of stripper poles were set. Multiple half-naked men and woman spun and danced around the poles, with a few magical creatures joining them in their displays. There were a couple tables positioned around the stages, at which multiple patrons in various states of dress and undress were sat, cocks in hand or lodged in the mouth or ass of another patron. A few other people sported masks, but the vast majority were completely open with their identities, much to their surprise. There were two other stages at the opposite end of the room, one dedicated to the club's hourly show which was as explicit as anything. Currently two women were engaging in a sixty-nine, their lips gliding lovingly across their cocks as onlookers relished the sight. The other stage was an open sex-stage, with various small groups of patrons joining together to put themselves on display. Onlookers occasionally went up to join whenever space was made, allowing a rolling cast of visual splendour. Not everything was devoted to sex, with a large bar at the opposite end of the room from where the two of them had entered. Multiple people simply sat and talked, with most of them being completely clothed, suggesting this was as much a social setting as it was sexual.

"Hermione?" Ginny murmured; her attention being drawn to the many people stood at the bar. Hermione nudged her sharply with her elbow, causing Ginny to wince as she cradled her wounded arm. She had good reason for the elbow after all.

"No names, remember," Hermione reminded her, pointing out that their masks were pointless if they just went around with their regular names. Nodding in agreement, Ginny gestured towards the bar, drawing Hermione's attention to one of the people standing there.

"Right. Look who's at the bar?" Ginny murmured. It took Hermione a moment to realise, but as soon as she did, her eyes widened. The woman was wearing a mask, but the unmistakable streak of brown hair through platinum blonde was instantly recognisable. Narcissa Malfoy was cradling a glass of wine, her buxom body almost completely exposed. She wore a black lace bra interwoven with silver and white inlays of delicate proportion. A matching pair of panties covered her crotch, a tactful bulge showing behind the fabric. Black fish-net stockings covered her legs, with her body being propped up on tall black high-heels. She peered around the room, assessing, and searching, her eyes briefly crossing path with Hermione's before drifting elsewhere.

"Madam Malfoy's naughtier than we thought… Shall we find a seat or explore a little?" Hermione smirked, her eyes once again wandering around the room, exploring the many visual splendours on offer. There were several doors leading off from the space, with one leading through to the steam-rooms and baths. One went to a place ominously called, the maze, whilst another went to the play-rooms. There was also the stairs to the upper-floors.

"Let's explore. What about upstairs?" Ginny suggested, leading the way around the raised pathway around the room. The two of them made their way up the stairs and into a series of corridors. Various numbered rooms led off from the corridors, a few of which were open. Looking inside an empty room, the two of them saw that they were private bedrooms. There was a small metre long bit of floor that led to a small staircase whilst the rest of the bedrooms were bedding, allowing for sprawling fun. A couple of the doors were purposefully open and as they walked past, Hermione and Ginny saw the occasional naked person either propped up on all fours, their ass pointed towards the door as if inviting someone to use them, or they were resting against the wall, jerking off and taking perverse enjoyment from being watched doing so. Some of the open doors led into people openly having sex, with the odd onlooker looming at the door, eagerly watching from the side-lines. As Hermione and Ginny rounded the corner, they spotted a modest crowd of people all craning their heads to look inside one open door. There were at least a dozen different people, women, and men, all of whom were jerking off as they stared at whatever was happening inside the room. Curious, both Hermione and Ginny found a decent enough angle to peer inside, their eyes widening as they saw what was happening in the private room and who exactly it was.

Neither of the occupants of the room were masked, but that would have done very little to hide their identities. The large, plump figure, curly streaks of hair, and the unmistakable red hair betrayed the woman's identity immediately, and the similar hair colour revealed the man short after. They were none other than Molly and Arthur Weasley. When Hermione and Ginny peered in, the two of them in the heat of the moment, with Arthur bent over on all fours, bracing himself against the wall as Molly drizzled copious amounts of saliva down onto her own cock and his awaiting hole, her hand expertly massaging the substance into both. Pressing the head of her cock against his asshole, she slipped effortlessly inside, the two of them having been married long enough that their bodies fit together perfectly like that. Molly had fucked his ass countless times at this point and vice versa. The two of them melted instantly to the pressure of one another's cocks. Thrusting forwards, she swiftly bottomed out in her husband, her balls clapping against his. Both Molly and Arthur were well endowed, with their cocks being largely the same size. Molly was a little thicker towards the middle whilst Arthur's tip was more swollen and engorged when hard, throbbing considerably. Moaning together as Molly's crotch smacked Arthur's ass, she quickly launched into a steady rhythmic pace, driving and pounding herself into her husband with their preferred speed and power, ignoring the onlookers who gawped hungrily at her juicier figure. Molly Weasley wasn't a thin and bony woman. She was round and in some respects a fat. She was chubbier than anything, with a bit of a belly and curvier thighs, but with her mature demeanour and motherly personality, she carried her rounded frame perfectly. Her pillowy breasts and fattened arse made her a spectacle when naked. It may have been a completely different spectacle to that of Fleur Delacour, but where the blonde French beauty boasted the quintessential perfect body, Molly Weasley boasted a homely allure that was just as striking, if not as conventionally popular. The same with Arthur. A bit pot-bellied, he lacked the strong, commanded muscular frame of the typical handsome man, but with a cock like his, he would hardly be unpopular with the ladies. Even Hermione couldn't help but feel her cock quiver in that moment.

"Do you want to leave?" Hermione murmured to Ginny, not pulling her eyes away from the sight in front of her but nudging her friend in hopes of a response. Ginny was shellshocked. Sure, she had seen the odd bit of skin from her parents, but to be met with the full unabashed spectacle of them ramming their butt-naked bodies together in sexual heat… Needless to say, she was paralysed in place, unable to take her eyes off them in utter shock. She tried in vain to process the rippling flesh, the hot and heavy moans, the looks of pure ecstasy spasming across their face, but in the end, her mind came back to one thing… The steadily rising bulge in her panties. Why… why did she find it so hot? Her own parents. Her own parents were fucking like wild and energetic animals, slamming themselves against one another with such ravenous enthusiasm. Harry and her rarely fucked in such animalistic fashion and yet here were her parents displaying such intense love-making patterns. She could tell this wasn't a spur of the moment thing. It was regular. It was practiced.

Suddenly, the two swapped positions, with Molly pulled out of Arthur and laying on her back. Spreading her curvy thighs, she dropped her hands down to her plump, fleshy ass cheeks. Grabbing her cheeks, she peeled them apart, wrestling with the juiciness of her own flesh, but finally managing to spread her arse enough for Arthur to guide his cock into her ass, his talented hand wrapping around her cock like a handle and launching into a series of deep and powerful thrusts, pleasure surging through them both as they leant in and began to kiss, their tongues exploring one another's mouths with intense enthusiasm. That was when Ginny winced and scrunched up her face. Not as she watched her father jerking off, peeling his foreskin back over his bulbous cock. Not as her mother spread her own ass cheeks, her ass ever so slightly agape from years of use. Not as she got the perfect angle of her wrinkled hole swallowing up Mr Weasley's cock, his wrinkled heavy balls smacking against her juicy ass. No… It was the moment his parents began to snog that made her turn up her nose. But… it didn't make her stop watching. It was like a car-crash. She couldn't tear her eyes away, even as her parents kissed with increase passion, their chubby bodies grinding and bouncing together, her father's cock carving in and out of her mother's greedy little hole.

Continuing their rhythmic love-making, Molly and Arthur leant closer together, their lips briefly glancing against one another before they began to share a few quiet whispers. Pleasure-ridden smirks curled across their lips as they pulled away, savouring a few more deep and powerful thrusts before Arthur plucked his cock from inside of Molly. Collapsing down onto the bedded surface beside her, the two wrapped their hands around one another's cocks, steadily jerking each other off as they turned their attention towards the amassed group outside. Their eyes filtered through the crowd, with Molly's eyes landing directly on Ginny, sending panicked shudders through the younger Weasley's body. Did she recognise her? How could she? The mask that Ginny wore changed her most identifying features. Sure, he breasts had a light spattering of freckles, but that would hardly betray her identity. It's not like her mother was particularly well versed with the shape and appearance of her naked body. But that didn't stop Molly's eyes from lingering on her for a few moments longer, the older redhead leaning in towards her husband. Once again, they shared a few soft and silent murmurs, before perverse grins stretched across their lips and Molly turned her complete and unrequited attention towards Ginny.

"You there. In the mask. Yeah, you. Come join us," Molly called out, pointing directly at Ginny. Frozen in place, Ginny felt a sudden rush of panic. She couldn't be serious? She was her daughter. But, then again, Molly didn't know that. If anything, this proved that Ginny's identity was a complete secret, unless her mother had a hidden lust for her own daughter. Not sure what to do and silently hoping that remaining completely still would somehow cause her to remain hidden from sight, Ginny had her decision made for her. The group that she was a part of were giddy at the prospect of someone young and nubile joining the older two and were rather unabashed in their eagerness. Ginny felt hands push and nudge her forwards, bustling her into the room despite Hermione's vain attempts to hold onto her friend. Before Ginny knew it, she had been bundled up onto the bed, her half-naked body sinking into the plush pillows, her mother and father looming above her from either side, the two of them unwittingly staring hungrily at their own daughter's sumptuously shapely body. Ginny almost gasped as Molly rested a hand on Ginny's shoulder, her tender touch sending shivers of panic through Ginny's body as she realised exactly what a precarious position, she was in. In a low, perverse growl, Molly asked, "Any limits dear? Boundaries you don't want us to cross?"

"Erm… No… Not that I…" Ginny stammered uncontrollably, not sure what to say or how to get herself out of the situation. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she looked back and forth between her parents, her expression of panic being misinterpreted as a startled disbelief for the sexual situation she had stumbled into.

"It's alright, dear. Don't be nervous. We'll take good care of you. It's not often we do this, but we're quite experienced," Molly reassured, her motherly tones inadvertently making things worse for Ginny's internal conflict. A part of her told her to just get up and bolt, but another part was trapped by the domineering presence her mother had. It wasn't one of explicit dominance, but rather a more subtle control. Ginny felt compelled to do as her mother said in a way. She felt as if she couldn't just sprint away from her mother, even if Molly would never identify her as her own daughter. As such, Ginny was trapped in a play dead mindset, simply laying there as her mother and father's bodies pushed closer and closer to her, their bare-naked skin grazing up against her own in increasingly provocative ways.

"Okay, mu… m-m-m… Molly…" Ginny began, her lip trembling as she almost gave herself away. Finally, in a moment of brief genius, she blurted out her mother's own name, her cheeks burning a fiery red beneath the mask she wore, the young redhead even more glad for having bought this mask.

"You know my name?" Molly asked, not in a confused or concerned tone, but rather an inquisitive one. Slowly, Molly led her hand down to Ginny's thigh, gently resting her palm on the soft expanse of the young girl's delicate, toned thigh.

"Someone in the… the crowd mentioned it," she lied, conjuring up what she hoped would be a sufficient explanation, her breath catching in her throat as Molly's hand massaged her soft skin. Ginny could feel her cock throbbing in her panties, twitching in response to her mother's curious wandering hands, a response that was intensified as she felt her father join his wife in exploring the younger girl's body.

"You hear that, Arthur? We're making a name for ourselves…" Molly giggled, curling her hand up to the plain fabric of Ginny's underwear, her talented, experienced fingers tracing the pronounced bulge that pulsated beneath the thin fabric, a soft and confused moan escaping Ginny's lips.

"Well with an arse like this… You're guaranteed to be famous," Arthur smirked, reaching across Ginny's body and firmly smacking his hand against Molly's juicy rear end. As he reached across his cock grazed across Ginny's stomach, causing her to gasp as she felt a streak of her father's pre-cum smear across her belly.

"Oh, Arthur dear…" Molly moaned, relishing the soft burn that began to rise in her plump ass cheek. Slowly, both Molly and Arthur turned their attention towards Ginny, the two of them eager to embroil their mysterious new plaything amidst their perverse antics. Molly lowered her lips down to Ginny's neck, planting soft and delicate kisses against her daughter's skin, eliciting soft, conflicted breaths from Ginny. Arthur, on the other hand, had more explicit things in mind. His hand swept up along Ginny's stomach, cupping one of the young girl's breasts. Slipping his fingers into the cup of her bra, he peeled the garment downwards, exposing one of her pert tits. Ginny watched in both horror and tortured pleasure as her father lowered his lips to her hardened nipple, his mouth enveloping the sensitive teat and eliciting moans of pleasure from her. The worst part about it and the one fact that sat firmly in Ginny's mind throughout the experience, was that she couldn't believe how good her father was with his tongue. It darted and ducked across her pink nipple with such speed and precision that she couldn't help but arch her back. It flopped and flicked back and forth, lathering the sensitive pink skin in saliva, all the while his calloused hands gently cupped the pale creamy skin. She always enjoyed having her nipples licked, and whilst Harry was very good it at, he paled in comparison to the experience and talent of her father's tongue, a revelation that Ginny was unable to process in the moment as she bounced back and forth between pleasure and disgust. Seeing the conflict on Ginny's face, Molly peeled her lips away from her neck and asked, "You don't mind being watched, do you? We can close the door if you'd like. A private affair."

"No, I don't mind," Ginny breathed, strangely comforted by her mother's concern. It was a little weird that her mother was intent on including a stranger in their sexual antics, offering the privatise the situation expressly for the masked stranger's comfort. As Ginny looked out at the crowd, she searched for Hermione, seeing that her friend had disappeared, leaving her. It wasn't like Hermione could have done anything and strangely enough, Ginny was glad that her friend wasn't here to witness her slow warming to the idea of simply laying her and enjoying the experience, as awkward and uncomfortable as it may be. Ginny definitely didn't want Hermione to witness this. But that didn't stop her from asking her mother about the flagrant voyeurism with which her parents seemed so readily comfortable and experienced with, "Are… Aren't you worried about being recognised. Anyone could find you here… your… your children? If you have any that is."

"As we said. We don't do this often. Besides… our children wouldn't exactly stay and watch the two of us floundering about with one another, would they?" Molly chuckled, finding the idea of any of her children being interested in watching the two of them make love to be laughable. Ginny couldn't help but blush at her mother's words. After all, she had had ever opportunity to turn and walk away, but instead she had stared dumbfounded as her mother and father fucked one another. Maybe this was just some karmic justice for her perverse ogling.

"N-n-no… That would be… ludicrous…" Ginny laughed awkwardly, watching as her mother and father continued their fondling and groping, their lips dancing hungrily across Ginny's skin. Taking a deep breath, Ginny resigned herself to her fate and in a meek, uncharacteristic whimper, she pleaded with her parents, "Go easy on me…"

Those were the last words that Ginny would utter inside that room. The only sounds that would escape her lips would be ones of pleasure as her parents began their work. Arthur returned to her nipples, reaching behind his daughter to unclasp her bra. As he discarded it, he marvelled at the round, perfectly dainty little handfuls in front of him. A far cry from the plump massive globes of his wife's tits. A delicious contrast he thought as he attacked her other nipple with his lips, rolling the hardened nub between his teeth as he used his hand to gently tweak her other nipple. Ginny moaned, enjoying the way her father teased and played with her chest, her sensitive skin making the experience all the more enjoyable. Molly's lips lingered on her neck for a while longer, the older woman watching her husband lavish the girl's nipples. Arthur's tongue had some exceptional talents and Molly couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as her own round and puffy nipples begged for a similar attention. Brushing that thought aside, Molly began to trial her lips downwards, sliding them along Ginny's neck, past her husband and down to Ginny's flat stomach. Molly could briefly taste her husband's pre-cum on Ginny's stomach from where his cock had smacked against her, sending excited shivers through the older woman's body. Positioning herself between Ginny's thighs, Molly laid a final kiss against Ginny's bulging panties. For the briefest of moments, Molly paused, swearing that she recognised the panties on display. A plain black set of underwear with two tiny pink bows affixed to the hem. She buried the thought, thinking to herself that even if she did recognise the underwear, it meant very little. Of course, she was blissfully unaware that she recognised the garment from the countless times that she had washed it for her youngest child. Regardless, she hooked her fingers inside and peeled the panties downwards, tugging them from Ginny's feet and throwing them to the side, exposing the thick and throbbing cock in front of her.

"Already nice and hard. Good to know our little show had the desired effect…" Molly moaned, unwittingly causing Ginny to blush as she felt a pang of shame for having such an intense physical reaction to watching her own parents make love. That pang only last a moment before it was consumed by pleasure, with Molly wrapping both of her hands around the veiny length and beginning to lovingly jerk back and forth. Molly didn't think twice about the tuft of familiar ginger hair that crowned the cock in front of her. She was used to people using the particular masks that Ginny was wearing and as such was used to pubic hair holding a dramatically different hue to that of their enchanted locks. That being said, she didn't think it unusual that the hair atop the mysterious stranger's cock was a perfect match to both hers and her husbands. Molly was too consumed in the moment, lovingly stroking the thick, pulsating cock in front of her. Pre-cum leaked and trickled along the rigid length, quickly being swept up by Molly's hands. Lubricating her handjob with the streams of pre-cum, Molly quickly built up a slow and steady rhythm, milking the younger girl for all she had. Whenever things ran a little dry, Molly was quick to drizzle a mouthful of saliva down onto the length, jerking her hands faster and faster in order to incorporate the spittle into her stroking. Moaning uncontrollably, Ginny focussed on the pleasure and did her best to bury the fact that it was coming from her parents. All that mattered were the sensations, not the source. Or at least, that was what she told herself as she felt her balls beginning to churn and her pleasure-sensitive skin beginning to tingle. Nothing could have prepared her for what was to come, however.

Molly's hunger for the cock in front of her intensified with each pump of her hands. Jerking faster and faster, Molly could feel her own cock beginning to beg her for more. Unable to resist, she leant forwards and clasped the bulbous, pre-cum soaked tip in her mouth, tightening her plump and experienced lips around the bulging head. Moaning loudly, Molly licked clean every twitching inch of that large head, salivating over the copious amount of pre-cum that filled her mouth. Ginny's eyes bulged at the sensation. The feeling of her own mother's mouth. Her own mother sucking on her cock. It was unthinkable and yet so tantalisingly pleasurable. The thrum and throb of her cock within her mother's mouth was intense and satisfying, with the sensations made more enjoyable by the added levels of pleasure that came from her father working her nipples. Without missing a beat, Molly angled her lips downwards, adjusting her position, before plunging her lips down towards the base of Ginny's cock. Her oral expertise was on show as she pushed herself downwards, taking inch after inch of thick cock into her mouth, swallowing her effortlessly into her throat. It took little work for her to have her lips pressed firmly up against the base of Ginny's cock, her nose thrust into the fiery tufts of recognisable hair. Feeling Ginny's balls resting against her chin, Molly savoured the feeling of sucking on a good cock, blissfully unaware that she was salivating and gorging herself on her own daughter's thick length. Humming softly to herself, Molly lingered a moment, allowing Ginny's cock to pulsate against the confines of her throat, thrumming and twitching in the warm wet haven of her gullet. All Ginny could think was how well her mother could suck dick.

Resting for long enough, Molly drew her lips back, lovingly dragging them all the way back to Ginny's tip, her tongue quickly flicking and lavishing the bulging head before Molly once again descended on Ginny's shaft. The wonderful thing about Molly as a cock-sucker was that she was so experienced that her gag-reflex was near non-existent. Even though Ginny could deepthroat cocks, she could do so with such continuous ease as Molly. Molly was able to impale the entire length of Ginny's cock into her throat without any difficulty, working her lips from base to tip without so much as a moment of hesitation. Ginny would struggle to do so, often having to bounce her lips along the bottom couple inches of a cock whenever she was deepthroating. It was a talent to be able to let a cock slide repeatedly past the entrance of her throat. When Ginny sucked cock, she had to pause for a second before letting the shaft descend into her gullet, whereas Molly just drove her lips downwards, taking it into her throat without any difficulty. As such, Ginny was provided with one of the quickest, deepest, and wettest blowjobs she had ever experienced. And it was all at the wonderful hands, or rather, lips of her mother. There was a certain taboo allure about having sex with her mother and father, however, Ginny took comfort in the anonymity of it. It was probably a morality minefield, but she quickly concluded that the only way in which she would ever be able to enjoy the pleasures of her mother's deepthroating skills was behind the comfort of a mask. It didn't make it any easier to come to terms with her cock being submerged in her mother's mouth, but Ginny took what small comfort she could, where she could. It was the only way to the come to terms with how much she was enjoying the pleasure despite the taboo perversion of the situation.

The dual pleasure of her mother sucking intensely on her cock and her father suckling softly on her nipples, coaxed Ginny into a state of euphoria. Her eyes bounced back and forth between her parents diligent lips, struggling at first to find where to look. Ginny wrestled with the blossoming lust and desire in her body, steadily beginning to enjoy the visual delight of watching her parents pleasure her with such enthusiastic zeal. Each bounce of her mother's lips steadily began to whittle away what remaining apprehension Ginny had. The disgust that was pitted in her stomach melted away amidst the copious amounts of pleasure. She still couldn't look at her parents and consider them to be physically attractive. That was just too much for the young girl to admit, despite the captivating jiggle that came with both of the older Weasley's moving bodies. However, Ginny was able to admit that there was some raw, carnal satisfaction in doing this with her parents. It was like watching the Delacour family embrace and fuck one another, only the situation she was currently in boasted infinitely more meaningful pleasures to the young redhead. All of it culminated in Ginny coming momentarily to terms with the perversion she was slowly enjoying. It may not have been right, but she couldn't deny that it felt immensely good and that each shuddering slurp of her mother's lips was an intense and riveting experience. Not only that, she found a perverse sense of gratification in holding the knowledge over her mother. Her mother could at times frustrate and annoy her, but Ginny found it delightful that she could look upon those situations knowing that her shrill and commanding mother had sucked on her cock with such furious hunger. It was an experience to say the least and one that Ginny had finally succumbed to. And just in time. Arthur Weasley plucked his lips from Ginny's breast, pulling away to admire the slickness of her pink nipples. As he did so, his cock bounced into view, prompting him to grasp Ginny's wrist and guide her soft hand to his shaft. She gasped at first. She was touching her own father's cock after all. But as she wrapped her fingers around his manhood, she slowly came to terms with the fact that it was a cock like no other. Who it belonged to didn't necessarily matter, even though she couldn't shake it from her mind.

Breathlessly, Ginny began to slowly pump her hand back and forth, her skills having recessed dramatically from the shock of being embroiled in sex with her parents. She was clumsily stroking her fingers back and forth, jerking the cock as if it was her first ever encounter doing so. It took her a few moments to slip back into her usual rhythm, with the young redhead leaning into her dad's throbbing shaft and spitting a mouthful of saliva onto his shaft, using her hand to stroke and massage the substance into his heavy length, lubricating him as she did so. After a few moments, her fingers were gliding across his length with effortlessly ease, gently rocking his fore-skin back and forth, all the while coaxing more and more beads of pre-cum to trickle from his tip. The groans of pleasure that escaped her dad's lips were an alluring spectacle and one that Ginny didn't know whether to enjoy or abhor. In the end, the pleasure thrumming through her body told her to enjoy it and so she did, lovingly caressing her father's thick bulging length, pumping and jerking his veiny shaft as he stooped down and ran his calloused, aged hands across her breasts, lightly tweaking her saliva slickened nipples as he did so. Having her father loom over her was erotic to say the least, his bare-naked form lumbering as she jerked him, his hips shifting closer and closer to her lips, hoping that she would take him in her mouth. Ginny wanted to, but she knew she needed to build up to such an act. Tasting her own father's cock… it wasn't a step to be taken lightly. However, Ginny didn't exactly have a choice in the next amplification of their perverse antics. After all, Mrs Weasley had decided on the next step, and she was going to take It. Slurping a few last times on Ginny's cock, Molly Weasley plucked her shaft from her cock and sat upright, a perverse grin coiled across her horny face.

Reaching over to a small shelf nearby, Molly plucked a condom from a small stack, lifting it to her lips and hungrily tearing the packet open. Taking the latex condom, she began to roll it along the length of Ginny's cock, effortlessly pulling the covering across her shaft, ensuring that she was amply protected. To Molly, the mysterious masked person beneath her was a complete stranger and as such, she was taken sufficient precautions. With a final drizzle of saliva down onto Ginny's cock, she ensured that both Ginny and she were adequately lubricated before she shuffled herself forwards and straddled Ginny's hips. It finally dawned on Ginny as to what was going to happen, but before she could register it, Molly had her cock-head nestled up against her well-fucked asshole. It didn't take long at all for Molly to have Ginny's bulging tip thrust inside her ass. Whilst Molly was normally a top, she was old enough and experienced enough that even she had exceptional anal experience. Her asshole melted away like butter, accepting Ginny's thick, throbbing length inside without so much as a moment of resistance. Moaning loudly, Molly sunk her hips down, bringing her juicy, rounded ass clapping firmly against Ginny's thighs, the two being connected balls deep. The satisfaction welling in Ginny's cock was intense, with her heavy shaft throbbing deep within her mother's own arse. Her mind reeled as she attempted to make sense of the fact, she was fucking her own mum. Moans dripped from both of their lips as Molly began to ride Ginny, lifting her hips and dropping the firmly back down, making good use of her weight rear in order to slam herself against Ginny, impaling herself readily on the shaft. Molly needed firm and powerful sex In order to scratch her anal itch, something that Arthur knew all too well. He watched, delighted at the sight of his own wife riding a stranger's cock. Someone say that was cuck logic, yet Arthur new better than that. After all, Molly delighted and relished in watching him fuck beautiful young women as well. If it was his cock lodged inside of Ginny's ass, she'd be just as aroused as he was.

With Molly building up her rhythm, Arthur took the next step in his own satisfaction. Ginny's lips were parted as she moaned, her hot steamy breath wafting across his awaiting cock. Deciding to take some initiative, he swung his leg over Ginny's chest, straddling her and bringing his cock perfectly in line with her awaiting lips. Realising what her father expected of her, Ginny froze for the briefest of moments, her lips remaining lightly parted. In that moment, Arthur ran the pre-cum soaked head of his cock along Ginny's lips, lathering them in a thin layer of pre-cum, pre-cum that Ginny tasted and was immediately taken by. It wasn't necessarily that it was her dad's pre-cum, but rather that she could rarely resist the urge to suck a cock once receiving the slightest taste. Her lips parted that little bit wider, allowing Arthur to push his cock forwards, slipping it into Ginny's awaiting mouth. Both of them moaned in unison as Ginny tightened her lips around Arthur's cock-head, her tongue lapping and licking at the bulging tip, savouring and salivating at the taste of pre-cum. Her moans vibrated and shuddered through his cock as Arthur allowed her to bathe his cock-head in spittle, the warm wetness of her admittedly talented lips doing wonders for him. All of this was combined with the rhythmic riding of his wife, who in turn was causing more pleasurable moans to shudder out from Ginny's core and along her own father's veiny length. In her current position, Ginny struggled to push her lips forwards, having to strain her neck and lift herself upright in a way that ached in her core. It simply wasn't as easy to suck on her father's cock like this. She managed to comfortably rock her lips along half his length, but as soon as she attempted to take him into her well-prepared and talented throat, she found that she simply couldn't get a good enough angle to maintain the pleasurable pace for long.

Seeing her struggle, Arthur took it upon himself to thread a hand through Ginny's hair, his fingers intertwining with the enchanted illusion. Cupping her head, Arthur shifted his weight so that he was leant forwards a little, allowing him to thrust towards Ginny's mouth, sliding his cock further into her awaiting gullet. With her father's help, she managed to swallow, allowing him to carve his cock down into the depths of her throat. He kept thrusting, waiting for the moment that the stranger began to gag on his length, but that moment never came, allowing him to push his cock all the way down her throat. Her lips pushed against his base, her nose thrust into his wiry pubic hair and his heavy balls smacking against her chin. Ginny let out a deep groan of satisfaction as she felt her father settle in her throat, his bulging his twitching and pulsating against the confines of her gullet. Lingering in place for only a few moments, Arthur began to pump his hips back and forth, taking advantage of Ginny's well-used and expertly training throat. His cock sunk into her mouth without any resistance other than the odd spasm that came from his cock pushing in at an angle she wasn't used to, but any quiver that shuddered along her throat was quickly quelled, being replaced with intense moans of satisfaction, muffled though they were. As he increased his tempo, his balls hit her chin with increasing power, the older man losing himself in the pleasurable satisfaction, blissfully ignorant to the fact that he silently celebrating and praising his own darling daughter's ability to suck cock. The look of ecstasy on his face made Ginny blush in a strange combination of pride and embarrassment. She struggled to decide what to think about her ability to make her father contort in such a pleasure-ridden manner.

Both Mr and Mrs Weasley were quick to put on display the synchronicity that came with their distinct sexual understanding of one another. They steadily fell in a rhythm, working in tandem with one another to pleasure and receive pleasure from the mystery girl beneath them. Whenever Arthur thrust himself into Ginny's throat, Molly was quick to sink downwards, meaning that her husband was thrusting into a wave of intense moans from Ginny that came as a result of her own impalement. Ginny couldn't help but be overwhelmed with both pleasure, delight, and hesitation, the last of which was steadily being broken down by the mounting bliss that her parents were providing her. Whether it was the tight, welcoming clutches of her darling mother's rear end or her father's thick and pulsating cock stretching her throat with long, powerful thrusts. Both Molly and Arthur were in their own worlds of personal pleasure, both of them silently thinking to themselves that they did well in selecting this particular person from the crowd, which was still as large and enthusiastic as they watched the two Weasley's take their threesome to new heights. Molly was pleasantly surprised at the size of cock the mystery girl boasted whilst Arthur was delighted by her oral abilities. They had done well, especially given that they had a few rather disappointing instances in the past. Encounters with poor cock-suckers and sexually inexperienced individuals. They may have had sex plenty of times, but they had not done so the same voracious standards as Mr and Mrs Weasley. Ginny was proving to be a pleasant match to their talents, even if they still pounded and impaled themselves without the knowledge of their perverse incestuous activities.

Orgasms were steadily beginning to build, with Ginny quickly catching up with Molly and Arthur, both of whom had a sizable head-start. However, Arthur found himself lagging a little behind. Almost as if on cue, Molly enacted a plan to bring him up to the same level of pleasure, even though she wasn't aware he wasn't pushing towards his orgasm the same as her. She just wanted to do something exciting for him. Leaning forwards, she grasped the mystery girl's wrists and guided her hands around to her husband's ass cheeks. Doing as her mother bid, Ginny clasped her dad's ass, sinking her fingers into his remarkably juicy flesh, peeling his cheeks apart. Molly continued to coax Ginny that little step further until Ginny had the tips of her fingers resting right up against her father's asshole. A deep, hoarse groan of anticipation shuddered from Arthur's lips as he continued his thrusting, eagerly awaiting the pleasure Ginny was promising to provide. It took a moment of mustered courage, but Ginny eventually slipped the tip of her finger inside of her father's ass and was immediately met with a loud and pleasurable moan. The kind of raw, intense moan that came from deep within. Spurred on by that expression of pure pleasure, Ginny eased her finger right up to the knuckle, curling it inside her father as he fucked her throat. She effortlessly began to rock her finger back and forth, quickly adding a second one to her dad's well-used ass. Much like Molly's ass, Arthur's rear end had seen ample use. Perhaps more than Molly given that he typically played the bottom to her top, although they both considered themselves a more versatile duo than that. Regardless, it made Ginny's slow back and forth with her fingers all the easier to perform, with her managing to pump them back and forth faster and faster, unwittingly fuelling not only her father's pleasure, but her mother's as Molly watched her husband getting anally fingered with such captivation that she couldn't help but feel her cock spasming in tandem with each deep plunge of the mysterious stranger's fingers.

With pleasure mounting, the three of them could feel the orgasms on the horizon. With all of them on relatively level footing, it was a mystery as to just who would be the first to explode into fruition, but with each writhing spasm of pleasure that came from each thrust, the answer to who would orgasm first would be answered sooner rather than later. Suddenly, Molly stopped in her tracks, slowly sinking her hips downwards as she felt her cock twitch. Grasping herself in her hand, she gently jerked her cock back and forth, sending several thick strands of cum pouring from the head of her cock. The strands erupted and splashed against Arthur's back, trickling down onto Ginny's hand and stomach. Milking herself dry, Molly continued to ride Ginny, wanting to push her over the edge sooner rather than later. It didn't take much effort as Ginny's cock convulsed within Molly's ass, sending cum pouring from the head of her cock. The condom Ginny was wearing began to fill with her seed, rolling back along her cock and submerging her shaft in an intense warmth. Breathless, Molly relaxed, content that she had done her job. A few quick thrusts from Arthur later and he sent his cum pouring into Ginny's mouth, the young girl not thinking twice about it being her father's cum and swallowing it dutifully. It was only as Arthur pulled back, his balls drained, and his orgasm subsided that she even bothered to think that she had just guzzled her own father's cum. Exhausted and satiated, the three collapsed on the bed, ignoring the lecherous and leering eyes at the doorway. Laying where she had always been, Ginny looked to either side, seeing her father and mother breathless and tired, their bodies collapsed right beside her. She could feel their skin against hers, the taste of her father still in her tongue and the feeling of her mother's cum trickling over her stomach. Her own cock had begun to soften, the condom losing its tight grip on her cock as her cum leaked down along her thigh.

"Well, that was a pleasant enough experience, stranger," Molly smiled, almost immediately becoming refreshed as she tussled her hair and wiped her brow. Turning to Ginny, she added with a smile, "I'd say keep in touch, but that kind of defeats the whole point of all this."

"There's always the chance we'll see you around here. School will be back soon, so we'll have a little more time," Arthur reminded Molly, the two of them sharing a inspired smile. Is this what they did whilst she was at school, Ginny thought? Went to a sex-club and fucked each other in front of people.

"True. That is very tr…" Molly began, her words suddenly trailing off as their attention was turned towards the crowd at the door. Evidently, their display had been particularly inspiring, as one of the bolder individuals amongst them pushed to the front of the crowd and stepped into the room.

"Come on then. Out the way. Let the rest of us have a go on the tight little whore," the man grinned, clambering onto the bed and advancing on Ginny. He managed to get a hand on her ankle, before both Mr and Mrs Weasley instinctively sprung into action, their parental instincts kicking in despite the perceived absence of one of their own children.

"Stupefy!" Molly exclaimed loudly and firmly, having retrieved her wand from beneath one of the pillows. A streak of red light erupted from the wand just as Arthur withdrew his own wand and aimed it. Molly almost didn't get to finish her spell before her husband began his own.

"Rictusempra!" he bellowed, a pale blue spark bursting from his wand. Their spells were almost synchronised with only the slightest delay. The red light struck the pervert first, sending him flying through the air, his body crumpling against the wall in the corridor. As he slumped, the blue light hit him, his body seizing up as he was smacked firmly against the wall again, a fit a muffled giggles escaping his lips as he drooled over himself, stunned and subject to a tickling charm. Needless to say, the display had quickly dispelled the crowd of people watching, most of whom had expected to be invited in for more fun.

"They know the rules. Don't hesitate to remind them," Molly said with a firm, commanding snarl, lowering her wand as she stared down the last remaining onlookers. Confident the message had been sent, she turned and grabbed her possessions, which comprised of only a bottle of lubricant, a few condoms and her wand. Arthur did the same, only he only held his wand. Her parents were unabashed in their nudity, Ginny thought as they stepped out of the room and staggered away, briefly peering back into the door to cheerily wish their mysterious threesome partner the best, leaving the stunned opportunistic pervert lightly spasming in the wake of their noble defence, "Now, we'll be off. Enjoy the rest of your visit, sweetie."

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As much as Hermione had enjoyed the spectacle of Mr and Mrs Weasley having ravenous and passionate sex, she found it a little harder to watch her best friend getting involved with her own parents. It wasn't that she disapproved or found it disgusting. Nothing of the sort. No, instead, she felt somewhat wistful at the sight of the two older Weasley's obliviously descending upon their own daughter. It reminded Hermione of her own experiences with her own mother. Of those explosive explorations at the hand of her own mother. In a way, she felt glad that her friend could experience such a thrill herself, but that didn't make it any more of a envious experience to watch it. So, she left Ginny to it, disappearing back down the stairs and into the main open hall. Spending a few minutes watching the various activities, Hermione eventually wound her way down to the bar, not with the intention of ordering anything, but rather simply having a look around. It was strange to see completely clothed individuals using the area as if it were a regular bar like the Leaky Cauldron, however, the more concerning sight to Hermione was that a large portion of the bar area towards the back seemed to be dominated by some rather… unscrupulous individuals. They were heavy black cloaks and robes, often with jagged and unseemly tattoos etched across their skin. They kept their voices low, their words muffled and hoarse. Hermione could even see a few masks strewn across the table, yet at a distance she could only guess that they had some form of dark insignia's on them. They looked familiar in their shining steel and macabre design, yet she didn't dare move any closer.

"I wouldn't stare if I were you. Unlike me, they're liable to bite," a voice interrupted, drawing Hermione's gaze suddenly and without warning away from the group of shadowy figures. Turning, Hermione was instead met with the familiar locks of Narcissa Malfoy, her face somewhat hidden behind her mask. Holding a glass of wine, she loomed over Hermione, her tall curvaceous figure only made more alluring by her high heels which propped up her posture and plumped up everything as a result, "Forgive the interruption, but you seem wildly out of place here. I suppose being a student does put you at an experiential disadvantage."

"How do you know I'm a student?" Hermione stammered, taken aback by how easily Narcissa had managed to read her. Her heart raced a little quicker as she panicked over the effectiveness of her mask, wondering if her identity had been jeopardised. A coy and alluring smile curled across the blonde's lips as she gestured for Hermione to follow her with a single movement of her finger.

"Come. Join me," she smirked, guiding Hermione over to one of the empty nearby booths. They had plush, leather seating, collapsible tables and high walls separating them from the adjoining booths. They were perfectly equipped for all manner of fun. Sliding into seats opposite one another, the two had a moment of silence before Narcissa revealed the source of her deduction, "White cotton panties and a mismatched pink bra. A tell-tale sign of an unexpected visit. No one accidentally comes here. Unless their students exploring. I see that you're friend found themselves some entertainment. Not one to share?"

"Didn't feel appropriate," Hermione commented. On one hand, she hadn't been invited into the room by the older Weasley's and on the other she didn't think that she had a place involving herself in that particular threesome. At least not the very first time that it happened, "Why did you want me to join you?"

"You really are new around here. There's only one reason why anyone approaches anyone in this place. You seem a smart girl, I'm sure you can piece it together," Narcissa explained, watching the realisation flicker across Hermione's eyes and lips. It was surprising just how much facial expression could be interpreted through the mask.

"You'd like to… do that with me? Why me?" Hermione asked, a little taken aback by the suddenness and the openness of the invitation. However, the more she thought about it, the quicker she realised that in the end, it was expected in a sex-club like this, "I'm flattered, but with such a wealth to choose from, I…"

"You see that man over there at the end of the bar? He has a thing for cock and ball torture. Receiving, that is. The woman watching the show over there? Humiliation. Wants someone to put her in her place. And the two blondes in the masks over there? Twins, searching for a mother dearest to justify their affections for one another," Narcissa explained, leaning forwards and in a hushed voice began to point out various patrons, revealing their deepest perversions in a matter-of-fact manner, "My point is, I've visited this place long enough to know the regulars. To know what they like and what they expect. And I haven't even slept with any of them. Everyone in this place is after something in particular. A kink or a fetish they want fulfilled. Something so specific that it rarely offers the opportunity for returning the favour. In other words, the twins don't care for their prospective mother's fetish, only that their mother fulfils theirs."

"Sounds like this place is filled with a lot of people not getting what they really want?" Hermione commented, imagining that no one would ever get what they wanted if that was the case. Evidently, Narcissa thought the same, smiling with a strange pride.

"Clever girl. Yeah. The twins visit here every week and every week they fail to find someone to fulfil that mother fantasy for them. They usually get their relief in the gloryhole and go home. A lot of people here want, but aren't willing to give," Narcissa chided, leaning back against the plush chair with a sigh.

"And you're expecting me to give and not want?" Hermione asked sceptically, finding Narcissa Malfoy to be as enigmatic as she was… confusing. In truth, Hermione was ultimately pleasantly surprised. She expected a racist psychopath like her son and husband, yet she seemed much calmer and more collected. Perhaps it was the mask Hermione wore that afforded her such pleasant company.

"I hope for it. You walked in here without a clue as to what to expect. You didn't come in hoping for a particular pleasure…" Narcissa explained, sipping from her wine as she eyed Hermione up with an eager enthusiasm, "I'm taking a chance…"

"And what is it that you want, Madam?" Hermione asked, hoping that Narcissa would confess her fetish to her. Hermione could only imagine the mocking leverage she would have over Malfoy at school if she could openly shame her mother for some bizarre perversion.

"No names, dear. You're smarter than that," Narcissa smirked. She was well aware her mask didn't hide her identity. She didn't want it to. It was common knowledge that Narcissa Malfoy frequented the bar at this club, but that she rarely if ever engaged in the sexual activities it offered. She wore that mantle with pride, using it so that it couldn't be used against her. However, if she made her true fantasy known and let slip her purposeful hope in attending the club on the regular, she would be ruined as the Malfoy Matriarch, "Complete anonymity and trust. That's what I require. That's the mistake the dear twins made. They made their fantasies explicitly clear and whilst they wore masks, they failed to take further precautions. They are receptionists at the Ministry For Magic, Department of Muggle Relations and as such are going to blackmailed by the shady men in the booth over there. I'm not a fool."

"So, how can I provide what you want if you aren't going to tell me?" Hermione asked, once again confused as to what Narcissa intended. Did she want the two of them to go up to a room and fulfil the fantasy or was this some kind of coy interview. Evidently, the latter seemed to be the case.

"All in good time. You'll be going to Hogwarts, soon enough, won't you?" Narcissa asked, reaching into the steep cleavage of her plump brassiere, and retrieving a business card. Sliding it over to Hermione, she added with a devilish smile, "Consider this an invitation. Wear your mask. It'll fool others, even if it doesn't me. Your bushy hair is rather cute."

"How did you?" Hermione murmured, suddenly self-conscious of herself. Whilst the enchantment remained strong and appeared to change her hair, it seemed that the illusion wasn't perfect and could be easily unpicked by those of more magical acumen such as Narcissa Malfoy.

"A cheap trinket like that for a witch like me? It'll fool most but be wary using it amongst those of sharper minds," Narcissa chuckled, finishing her wine and tossing the glass to one side. It floated delicately through the air and back to the bar, allowing Narcissa to reach beneath the table and cause it to collapse flat against the ground affording them ample space, "But enough talk. Like the twins, in the absence of a complete fantasy, a little functional fun shall suffice. I hope you're find with a bit of publicity as I cannot be bothered to make the walk to the gloryhole."

"I don't mind," Hermione breathed, realising that Narcissa was expecting some manner of physical sexual relief after all. Perhaps she wasn't expecting or really hoping for them to engage in the intricate fantasy that she had in mind, but that didn't stop her from wanting some pleasure. She was an intriguing and demanding woman and one that Hermione had no real intention of disappointing by denying pleasure. Especially given that Hermione would take immense personal satisfaction in knowing that she had fucked Narcissa Malfoy. It would take the sting out of Draco's insults knowing that she had impaled his mother in some sexual manner.

With nothing more to discuss, Narcissa Malfoy dropped down onto her knees, running her hands slowly along Hermione's thighs, prying her legs slowly apart. Breathing softly, Hermione waited, giddy about the prospect of receiving a blowjob from Narcissa Malfoy. Grasping Hermione by the base of her cock, the blonde held the girl's length upright, running her tongue from the very base of her shaft all the way to the tip, lathering her shaft in spittle as she danced the slippery muscle back and forth. As she reached the tip, she curled the flat of her tongue around it, twisting and flicking, steadily cleaning the copious amounts of pre-cum that were now dousing the purplish flesh. Hermione's heart pounded as she watched the blonde gently part her lips and swallow Hermione into her mouth, tightening her lipstick-streaked lips around her shaft and moaning softly. Despite having a cock in her mouth, Narcissa Malfoy managed to maintain a sense of decorum and prestige. Sure, she was gorging herself on a fat slab of cock, but she was doing so in such a reverent manner. It was admirable the way she slowly eased his lips down Hermione's cock. She did so in a purposeful manner, rolling her lips a few inches down before pulling all the way back to her tip, only to the then push downwards a little further. Sliding a few more inches into her mouth, she then rolled them all the way back, giving Hermione the chance to admire the bright red ring of lipstick that clung to her cock, acting as a visual indicator of Madam Malfoy's oral progression. Bit by bit, that ring slipped further down, with Narcissa Malfoy soon pressing her lips against Hermione's base, her nose poking into Hermione's neatly shaven crotch.

Continuing to maintain her composure, Narcissa bobbed her lips back and forth across the bottom couple of inches, all the while guiding one of her hands up to Hermione's balls. The slow rocking of her lips was satisfying to say the least, but the addition of her fingers delicately massage and squeezing her balls only served to plunge Hermione into deeper realms of pleasure. But Narcissa wasn't done yet. She had one free hand and nowhere to use it. Sliding the hand up to Hermione's hips, Narcissa pulled Hermione's ass forwards towards the edge of the seat, freeing up direct access to her tight, puckered asshole. Guiding her digits in towards Hermione's arse, Narcissa danced them delicately across the outer ring her of her hole, teasingly applying a gentle amount of pressure whenever she guided her fingers towards the central divet of her clutching hole. With Hermione quivering in anticipation, Narcissa finally plunged her finger deep inside of the girl, arching and curling it so that the tip rested right up against her prostate. And then, in tandem with the movements of her lips, Narcissa began to pluck and plunge the finger in and out of her clutching rear end, gently and lightly fingering her. The rhythmic movements of both Narcissa's tongue and finger were captivating for Hermione who was lost in her own fit of intense pleasure. Narcissa had such a deft command of her mouth and fingers, allowing them to work seamlessly together in captivating Hermione in complete and utter bliss. Each bounce of Narcissa's lips was paired perfectly with a squeeze from her hand to Hermione's balls and a deep push of her finger into her ass, all of which combined into pure ecstasy.

The moans and contortions of pleasure from Hermione were a delight to say the least, but Narcissa was hardly an overwhelmingly generous soul. With a little careful persuasion, Narcissa had Hermione lay back on the plush seats of the booth, all the while continuing her oral work. With a quick swing of her hips, Narcissa had her leg astride Hermione's head, her panty-clad cock hovering over Hermione's pleasure consumed face. Peeling her panties to one side, Narcissa freed her cock, letting it slap lightly against Hermione's face, rousing her from haze. Seeing the cock hovering above her, Hermione instinctively parted her lips, taking the bulbous, pre-cum lathered tip into her mouth. Tightening her lips, she suckled and gorged on that flavourful bulb of sensitivity, her tongue rushing back and forth in an eager attempt to lick clean every last drop. Narcissa moaned a curt moan, the sound muffled against Hermione's cock. Angling her throat a little better, Hermione was able to push her lips into the air, guiding Narcissa's cock down into her throat. Swallowing deeply, Hermione put her own deepthroat skills into practice, surprising Narcissa with just how effortlessly she was able to take a cock the size of hers. Reaching up with her hands, Hermione cupped the blonde's gloriously pert ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly as she used her newfound grip to coax Narcissa into sinking her hips downwards. Feeding more and more of Narcissa's cock into her throat, Hermione began to feel her gullet stretch, her lips being pulled taut around the thickness of her base. She could feel the wild tuft of blonde pubic hair press softly against her chin, the fabric of Narcissa' skewed panties resting against her cock-stuffed lips. With both of them balls deep in one another's throats, the true pleasure could begin.

Needless to say, Narcissa took control of the situation, lifting her hips and beginning to steadily thrust down into Hermione's throat. Powerless and defenceless to do anything other than relinquish access to her throat, Hermione calmed herself by fondling Narcissa's body, enjoying the plumpness of her frame and the well-formed pertness of her ass. Hermione was no stranger to a throat-fuck, though she was usually the one giving them. A few gags and splutters escaped her out of practice lips as she got used to the carving power of each downward thrust, with Narcissa slowly allowing herself to be taken over by the perverse allure of pleasure. The blonde continued to slurp and suckle on Hermione's cock, still maintaining her steadying fingering of the girl's hole. Narcissa was putting her multi-tasking skills on display, managing to finger-fuck Hermione, suck her cock, squeeze and massage her balls, all the while continuously swinging her own hips back and forth in order to plunge her own cock into the convulsing blissful depths of Hermione's clutching throat. Narcissa couldn't help but remark to herself how lucky she had gotten with this particular stranger. It felt like all the stars had aligned for the perfect encounter. Plunging her cock deeper and harder into Hermione, Narcissa looked up and saw that a few people had begun to stare at them. A quick piercing glare turned any and all wandering eyes away. She held enough sway that she could easily attain privacy in this most public of space. People knew better than to stare at Narcissa Malfoy if she didn't want to be stared at. Returning to her pleasurable sixty-nine, Narcissa continued the rhythmic embrace for a short while longer, before putting into action the next part of her pleasurable relief.

"On top of me," Narcissa moaned softly as she plucked her lips from Hermione's slickened cock. Confused for a moment, Hermione quickly pieced her intention together as Narcissa rolled away and slumped down onto the seat beside. Clambering up, Hermione straddled Narcissa's waist without a further thought. Swinging her leg over, Hermione felt Narcissa's cock bouncing up against her ass cheeks, pushing and prodding against her soft, rounded rump. Grabbing her cock by the head, Narcissa used her other hand to spread Hermione's juicy ass cheeks apart, before pressing her tip up against Hermione's puckered hole. Her previous fingering had done wonders in preparing Hermione for what was to come. Even if it had been just a finger, it was enough to warm her up to the point that her hole effortlessly rolled over the bulging tip of Narcissa's shaft. The two of them moaned in tandem with one another, sharing in the satisfaction of the start of a good fuck. Grasping Hermione by her hips, Narcissa began to pull the girl down onto her cock, all the while thrusting up into the air. The resulting smack resonating through-out the bar section as their bodies collided in an ecstasy fuelled moment of passion and bliss. Groaning happily as Narcissa's cock buried itself up to the hilt inside of her, Hermione found her prostate throbbing and pulsating, humming with intense pleasure that came from her sensitive bead being smothered by such a fat length. Narcissa savoured the tightness of Hermione's ass, delighted that the young girl seemed both able to take a cock of her size without difficult, but was also not completely and utterly loosened as a result. It was a rare balance and one that Narcissa was once again delighted to have discovered in this random encounter of hers. Chance was on her side.

Working together, the two of them built a powerful and passionate rhythm befitting of their equally demanding lust of pleasure. Hermione dropped her ass down onto Narcissa's cock whilst Narcissa drove her hips hungrily into the air, meeting Hermione halfway and causing her cock to sink that little bit deeper into her clutching arse. Moans dripped from both their mouths as they laboured hungrily together, pounding, and slamming their equally juicy bodies together. Narcissa, in need of a little liberating freedom, unclasped her own bra, tossing it to the side and revealing her impossibly shapely breasts. Hermione glanced down at them, utterly taken by their immaculate shape and the perfectly weighty bounce that they had. But most surprising were the kinky silver clasps that were pinching against Narcissa's pink nipples. The two tightened nipple clamps sink into her tender flesh with a silver chain connecting the two. In the haze of pleasure and passion, Hermione didn't even consider that the item was particularly familiar to her in design and instead simply thought to herself how kinky Mrs Malfoy truly was to wear such erotic nipple clamps in a public place. Narcissa's hands swept around Hermione's hips and sunk into the plump rear end that the young girl boasted. Groping and pulling at those bouncing cheeks, Narcissa let out a soft groan of satisfaction. The bouncing ripples that surged through her flesh were particularly enjoyable, prompting her to pound her cock into Hermione with increasing fury. The ample saliva that Hermione had lathered her cock in was nothing short of a god-send in this situation, allowing Narcissa's cock to carve effortlessly into her, sinking into her arse again and again and again. The heavy smack of Narcissa's balls against her ass proved to be a delicious accompaniment to their increasingly intense and pleasure fuelled moans.

Taken by the pleasure, Narcissa took things into her own hands. Grasping Hermione underneath her thighs, Narcissa rose to her feet, suspending the girl in the air. Clasping her arms around Narcissa's neck, Hermione groaned loudly as the weight of her own body caused herself to shift downwards, impaling her ass firmly on Narcissa's cock through no force other than that of gravity. Clinging to Narcissa, Hermione didn't question the position, simply relishing the way in which she was effortlessly being carried by the woman. Narcissa began to thrust up into Hermione with increasing pace, slamming her crotch into her and using the new position to push and pull her cock at an increasingly powerful tempo. Her cock slipped into Hermione with ease with the new angle allowing her complete and utter access to the girl's hole. Hermione simply clutched tightly to Narcissa allowing herself to be manhandled and fucked. It was a strange experience being suspended in the air as a cock pumped into her ass from below, yet Hermione knew better than to question the pleasure, instead simply allowing herself to succumb to the feeling of a powerful shifting cock plundering her helpless ass. She wasn't fond of being dominated and used like this but found herself enjoying it in this particular setting. Perhaps it was the mask that allowed her to simply succumb to a pleasure that she would not often enjoy. After all, no one was able to judge Hermione Granger for this mysterious masked stranger's particular indulgences. It was a liberating freedom that brought with it a shudderingly powerful experience as her ass was torn in two by a thick and veiny cock, the power and impact of Narcissa Malfoy's thrusts showing no signs of decrease. It seemed as if she was able to keep upping the ante in power and passion, never tiring.

That wasn't strictly true as Narcissa began to feel the burn in her legs from supporting both her own weight and Hermione's. Taking a few last upright thrusts, Narcissa quickly returned to the booth seats, dropping Hermione down against the surface, all the while keeping her impaled on her cock. Sweeping up on Hermione, Narcissa pushed her legs back, spreading them apart as she continued to slam her cock into Hermione. Leaning over the young girl, Narcissa slipped into a mating press, pounding and hammering herself into Hermione's ass, making good use of the newfound angle in order to plunder deeper and deeper into the tight little hole. Hermione's moans were wild and uncontrolled, her voice wobbling as the pleasure of her prostate being ground into dust began to overwhelm her. Her own cock was seeping pre-cum onto her stomach, with her breasts and ass jiggling from each intense, heavy thrusts. Hermione could feel the hotness of Narcissa's breath against her cheek as the woman increased her tempo, driving into her in such a way that threatened to buckle Hermione's body completely in half. The bushy-haired girl was already curled up on the seat, with Narcissa's thrusts bending her backwards, her legs being forced wider apart with each swing of Narcissa's body. It felt like the blonde was putting her entire weight behind each thrust, throwing everything she had into each balls-deep push. The heavy breathing a light gleam of sweat on her brow betrayed the amount of effort she was putting in, with Narcissa hungering for more. Both hers and Hermione's cocks were thrumming with orgasmic pleasure, the promise of a final rush of relief becoming increasingly prominent with each momentous, smacking thrust. Moans flooded Hermione's mouth as she waited for that explosive climax.

In truth, Narcissa wasn't a massive fan of such intense displays of passion. It had been a fair while since she had performed in such a ravenous manner. However, she always found that in the public space of this club, it was better to put on a powerful show than enjoy the more intimate pleasures she preferred. After all, she needed to maintain her power and prestige and she couldn't do that by bending over herself and inviting a stranger to fuck her in the ass. Which was frustrating given that Narcissa Malfoy did enjoy the odd ass-fuck. She was by no means a devoted bottom, but she relished being pounded into, nonetheless. But, in a place like this, such a display was something of a sign of weakness. Narcissa had to concern for Hermione. A somewhat unremarkable girl like her would manage to escape the most scathing critique that came from public displays of passion. In a few weeks, no one would even remember that one girl that Narcissa Malfoy fucked into oblivion. Yet, if the two of them had swapped roles, Narcissa would never be able to live down the fact that she was taken in the ass in such a public way. As such, she laboured above Hermione thrusting into her clutching ass, savouring the admittedly delicious pleasure, but thinking about the promise of future encounters with the masked stranger, encounters that would bring about the true satisfaction that she personally enjoyed. Her balls smacked against Hermione's rounded rear, each impact sending shudders of pleasure coursing through them, her orgasm churning into action with each push of her cock. She was close. And by the look on Hermione's face and the sound escaping her lips, she was close as well. Keeping the rhythm, Narcissa didn't sacrifice her pace, instead wanting to push Hermione through a ravenous orgasmic end.

` It didn't take much for Hermione to cum. Her cock was thrumming and twitching with those familiar pleasurable twitches for several minutes now. Her orgasm had been on the verge of bubbling over for quite some time now, to the extent that Hermione was surprised when it finally did. One of Narcissa's thrusts simply drove her into orgasmic over-drive, with cum spraying from the tip of her cock, thick strands splashing onto her own stomach and breasts. She couldn't direct it anywhere else as Narcissa's thrusts miked her completely and utterly dry. With Hermione's orgasm rushing forth, Narcissa allowed herself to enjoy her own end, submerging her cock inside of Hermione in one final climactic thrust. Cum poured from her tip, spilling into Hermione's clutching rear and dousing her throbbing prostate in the thick, sticky substance. Moaning together, the two rode down their orgasm in a soft and gentle way, simply enjoying the lingering throb of their arousal as it slowly waned. Narcissa's cock remained inside of Hermione's ass, savouring the warmth of her hole as she steadily softened. Hermione focussed on the slow softening of Narcissa's cock, her ass steadily tightening as the woman's shaft grew smaller and smaller, right up until the moment it popped out of her ass, cum trickling in its wake. Pulling away, Narcissa stood upright, straightening her back and drawing a deep breath. Collecting herself, she looked down at Hermione as she did the same, the younger girl wincing softly as the impact of Narcissa's heavy pounding finally caught up to her. With a smirk of admiration on Narcissa's face, the blonde retrieved her wand from where it had been discarded amidst the initially luscious flurry of their encounter. Sitting upright, Hermione looked up at the towering blonde, finding her a particularly attractive sight in the low light of the bar.

"Well then, stranger. I hope that the next time we meet, you'll have a fantasy upon your mind as opposed to blind lust," Narcissa smiled, lifting her wand and wiping away any lingering remnant of their sexual fun, leaving herself as clean as she was before. With another whisk of her wand, her panties and bra slid back into place, her stockings pulling themselves upwards and ensuring that they were perfectly fastened to her plump thighs.

"But I thought you wanted someone who will give rather than want?" Hermione breathed, pushing herself back onto the chair, her ragged breath standing in direct contrast to the composed elegance of Narcissa. It wasn't that the blonde was unsatisfied, but rather that she knew how to maintain herself after sex in a way that required extraordinary stamina, experience and diligence.

"Ah, my mistake. I want someone who can give and want. A fantasy for a fantasy. Sometimes it feels like I'm the only person who can give and want in this cesspit. I'm hoping for a kindred spirit and some mutually assured trust should our masks fail us. After all, nothing curbs a wandering tongue more than the threat unadultered shame," Narcissa smirked, clarifying her previous remarks with the same passive distaste for the others in this establishment. Leaning forwards, she planted a final peck upon Hermione's flushed cheek before stepping out of the booth, "Farewell… my bushy-haired mystery affair…"

And with that Narcissa Malfoy strode confidently across the room, sliding through entrance and into the changing rooms, leaving Hermione alone at the booth, her cock flopped against her thigh and her mind well and truly confused. It was a strange experience to say the least. One that she still couldn't quite process. Narcissa Malfoy's understanding of this establishment was an interesting revelation. The fact that this was not simply a haven of expressive sexual pleasures, but rather a place where people searched for their own personal delights at the expense of other people's time was interesting. Perhaps the presence of masks made people more arrogant and bolder in pursuing their own satisfaction. Perhaps with their identities hidden, common courtesy was abandoned. But that wasn't what made Hermione uneasy. The blackmail that Narcissa mentioned. The idea of personal fantasies being used against people who weren't careful with their identities was horrifying. It made her glad for the enchanted mask she wore even if Narcissa could see through the magical aspects of it. It appeared Hermione's identity was still a secret, but her true hair was known to the blonde. It made Hermione wary about the impulsive notion of just stripping naked and running rampant. However, the most interesting thing was Narcissa herself. She was an incredibly careful woman. Incredibly careful. She must have known that her identity wasn't a secret. Her hair was recognisable and her voice clear and distinctive. But she didn't care if people knew that. She was more concerned about her sexual appetites. About her personal fantasies being turned on her. What fantasy could she have that would cripple her image more than being seen in a sex-club. Surely people would talk about her being here like this? Or was that expected of her? Was it normalised in her social circles? Was it not scandalous for her to be there? Which begged the question? What fantasy was she so interested in fulfilling that she would haunt this place in the hopes of meeting someone very particular in order to fulfil it. It turned Hermione's attention towards the small business card she had been handed. It was for a place called 'The Succubus' Safehouse' in… in Hogsmeade? That baffled Hermione. She had never once heard of a place by that name in Hogsmeade.

"Hey…" a voice murmured, drawing Hermione's attention up from the card. It was Ginny, in her masked identity, staring straight ahead as she loomed by the table. The look on her face was… eerie and ponderous. Something that Hermione picked up on straight away.

"Hey. Have a seat. Are you alright?" Hermione asked, seeing the shell-shocked expression on Ginny's face. It was clear that she was struggling with the internal debate of having had sex with her parents. Hermione didn't know exactly what Ginny was struggling with, but she wanted to help her come to terms with it in as positive a way as was possible. Just like she had done when Hermione and her mother had had intimate sex.

"I just had sex with my mum and dad," Ginny murmured bluntly, clasping her hands in her lap, her bra a little skewed as the bulge in her panties had almost entirely subsided and softened. Further elaborating, she added, "I sucked my dad's cock whilst my mother rode mine."

"Yeah…" Hermione breathed, trying to hide her personal arousal at imagining that scenario. A part of her felt like she missed out on a visual spectacle, but on the other hand, had she not come downstairs, she wouldn't have had the encounter with Narcissa. After a few quiet ponderous moments, Ginny winced as she forced herself to speak once more, almost instinctively fighting against saying the words aloud.

"Is it weird I want to do it again?" Ginny confessed. At the beginning of the experience, she was mortified. It was her parents after all. But as things played out and they got more into it, she began to see past the fact they were family and enjoy the pleasure. Towards the end, it was almost like the pleasure was enhanced by it being her mother and father, "It… it was really hot. And… they were really good…"

"I don't think it's weird," Hermione beamed, doing her best to hide just how excited she was by her friend's revelation. Hermione was strangely proud of Ginny in a perverse way. It was nice for the two of them to share a common perversion, even if Ginny wasn't aware yet.

"Really? That's…" Ginny breathed, gladdened by her friend's approval. In part, Ginny was worried what Hermione would think. She had thought that Hermione had left her in that room with her parents because she was disgusted by Ginny enjoying it, but that wasn't the case. Emboldened by Hermione's acceptance, she let the flood-gates open, "I wouldn't want them to know it's me, but… I dunno know. It was really exciting once I got into it. And I suppose it's not entirely weird. I mean, me and Ron have done stuff. Sure, it's my parents but…"

"You don't have to justify it to me," Hermione giggled, knowing that Ginny was preaching to the converted. The look on Ginny's face amused Hermione for a moment before she confessed, "Me and my mum did some… some stuff over the holidays. More than the odd handjob."

"You're kidding me? And why didn't you tell me!" Ginny exclaimed, a little angry that her best-friend didn't tell her about such a big sexual experience of hers. They had gotten into the habit of talking about sex, and whilst they didn't explain each detailed encounter, they made sure to talk about the important ones.

"Because you used to be so weird about you and Ron doing stuff that I thought you'd be disgusted about it," Hermione argued, remembering how conflicted Ginny had been initially about her own brother. She was open to fucking her brother, but not so much as to just casually go and do it apropos of nothing.

"I probably would have been. I suppose you have to take the plunge to know that you love to swim," Ginny smirked, before leaning forwards with an engaged and excited enthusiasm, "But tell me all the details. Come on. I wonder if we could order drinks…"

"I think, you are becoming far too comfortable here. Come on. Before your parents come down and you start drooling like a dog," Hermione laughed, hoisting her friend to her feet and encouraging her towards the exit of the building, all the while tucking that mysterious business-card into the waistband of her panties. After retrieving their things, the two went to meet the rest of the Weasley family at the Leaky Cauldron, with Hermione relishing the awkward redness in Ginny's cheeks as the two of them watched Mr and Mrs Weasley appear in the bar, refreshed, and plastered with beaming smiles after they had unwittingly fucked their daughter. Ginny tried to maintain her composure, her cheeks burning as she struggled to look them in the eye. Hermione did her best to stifle her laughter, but in the end, she had to let out a few giggles. As much as Ginny had come to terms with having sex with her parents, she couldn't handle the awkward aftermath of the strange circumstances that led up to it. Not that her parents understood their daughter's bizarre reaction or that Ginny could confess what was making her act so strange. In the end, she was glad that she would be on the Hogwarts Express in a few nights and wouldn't have to deal with the awkward one-sided knowledge that she had fucked own parents, and had enjoyed fucking her own parents, and had active fantasies about going on to fuck her own parents again. Hogwarts couldn't come soon enough for the youngest Weasley. Not soon enough…

Author's Note: That was a longer chapter than I intended. At first, it was meant to just be a quick visit to Ane Alley to reveal the more sexual side of Diagon Alley and to get Ginny and Hermione in possession of some magical trinkets, however, with the additional exploration of the sex-club, there were a lot of possibilities. Having Ginny fuck her parents wasn't planned, but Narcissa and Hermione is a pairing that will explored a little further in an unexpected way.