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.

7. Chapter 7: The Sex Express

Author's Note: This story has recently undergone some edits and changes, as such chapters may appear in a different order, may have changed from when you last read them, or there may be brand new-chapters. For full details about why this is the case, see the author's note on chapter one. Whilst the changes have been done in preparation for me returning to uploading and for a different direction in the story, I understand that some people may enjoy the old unedited versions more. As such, you can find those unedited versions on my blog. Link is at the end of this chapter.

This chapter in particular has received some minor changes to the actual content but has received major structural changes. The segments remain largely the same, but they have been re-ordered in an attempt to make a better reading experience. There are additional segments and sections to account for this added. The original chapter composition can be found on my blog.

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Chapter 7: The Sex Express

Even after all the drama of his overturned expulsion, Harry found himself returning to Hogwarts. It never did fail to warm his heart seeing that crimson train puffing out smoke. With the escort of Aurors disappearing back through the wall and into King's Cross, they left Harry, Ron and Hermione to board the Express. Quickly joining them, Ginny followed them up the steps and aboard, the foursome making their way towards an empty car. Breathing sighs of relief as the dropped down onto the familiar seats, Harry looked towards Hermione who remained standing by the door, a look of disbelief on her face, "Really, Ron?"

"What? It's been a long walk," he replied, equally confused by the expression on her face. Folding her arms, she couldn't help but smirk as she gestured towards his chest, causing the redhead to glance down, still uncertain as to what she actually wanted. The moment his eyes were lain on his chest, he remembered. The shiny Prefect badge glimmered in the light of the carriage, causing him to groan in annoyance, "Do we really have to go to this meeting?"

"Yes. This is our first year as Prefects. We have duties. Besides, I thought you were pleased to be a Prefect?" Hermione sighed, watching as Ron hoisted himself to his feet, avoiding the grinning faces of Harry and Ginny. Behind Ron's back, Ginny looked at Harry and playfully made a gesture with her hand: the cracking of a whip.

"Yeah, yeah… Suppose it'll be interesting to see who the other Prefects are. We'll be back in a bit," Ron groaned, following Hermione out of the carriage door, letting it slide closed behind, allowing Ginny to burst into laughter, even managing to crack a smile across Harry's face.

"Quite the power couple, eh? I suppose I ought to be careful what I say. I could get points deducted from Gryffindor after all," Ginny chuckled, her laughter turning to a coquettish smirk as she slipped over onto the side of the carriage Harry was on, shuffling closer to him, "So… A carriage to ourselves… Makes a girl think…"

"Really? Immediately onto that?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow in surprised approval. The thrill of doing something like that on the Hogwarts Express had never lost its touch. They hadn't even pulled out of the station yet, which was undoubtedly a new record.

"No, not really. Feels like I've not seen people in ages. And no offence, I've spent every waking moment with you for the past few weeks. Kinda excited to see everyone else," Ginny smiled, changing tact almost immediately, her salacious drawl turning to eager excitement.

"Oh, I'll just go find my own carriage? If you're sick of me?" Harry concluded, making to stand up and leave, only to have Ginny force him back down, her grin stretching wider. Resting a hand on his thigh, she leant closer, her lips sliding towards his cheek.

"I didn't say that" she purred, reverting right back into her more salacious mindset, her lips finally meeting his. Emboldened by that, their tongues wove in amidst one another, darting back and forth as their heated embrace grew tighter. Ginny's hand instinctively curled towards his crotch, lightly squeezing his growing bulge as hers began to harden in equal measure. Before they could go any further, their sex-oriented mindsets ignored the sound of the carriage door sliding open.

"Oh…" a voice called out in surprise, prompting both Ginny and Harry to pull away, lightly breathless as their eyes latched onto the doorway. Before anything could be said, both Harry and Ginny's eyes widened in surprise as they saw the lightly blushing cheeks of Cho Chang; a strangely familiar sight to both of them. Bowing her head nervously, the girl apologised before letting the door slide shut, prompting her to turn and disappear, leaving only a brief murmur as she went, "Sorry… I'll just…"

"Rule One… Always lock the carriage door…" Harry chuckled, pulling slightly away from Ginny as he stared at the glass pane of the carriage window, a little confused as to how Cho could have mistakenly walked in on the two of them like that. Regardless, he was immediately distracted by Ginny's hand once again laying across his crotch.

"But how else would we expand our sultry horizons? Just imagine if she had seen the two of us and felt an overwhelming urge to simply join in…" Ginny smiled, indulging the unrealistic fantasy of Cho simply succumbing instantaneously, being overdriven with lust and desire for sexual antics and not questioning anything.

"Or imagine if she awkwardly stood there, realised she was intruding, and nervously backed away… Like a normal person would…" Harry retorted, receiving a playful slap from Ginny, her other hand remaining on his crotch, enjoying the light stirring of his uncertain cock.

"Let me have my fun…" Ginny huffed, reclining into the stiff chair, not thinking about her hand remaining in place. Before they knew it, the door to the carriage once again pulled open, the two of them managing to pull their hands away from any compromising positions in time, only to realise that such action was unnecessary.

"Hello Harry. Hello Ginny. Are we getting started?" Luna asked in her airy manner, having already seen Ginny's hand lightly squeezing Harry's cock. As she stepped inside the small space, she began to unbutton her blouse, steadily letting the garment loosen, revealing her rock-hard nipples protruding through the thin fabric of her white t-shirt. Almost instantly, Ginny turned to Harry, her grin stretching even wider than before.

"Oh, look… someone seeing the two of us and feeling an overwhelming urge to join in?" Ginny giggled, ignoring Luna as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her pert tits, her nipples once again standing proudly in the cool air of the cabin; the sight coming just in time for the person standing at the end of the platform to glance them before the train pulled off into the distance.

"I'll reiterate… Like a normal person would," Harry smirked, reaching for his wand and effortlessly closing the door and shutters behind Luna, ensuring them a modicum of privacy. Stifling her own laughter, Ginny ultimately had to side with Harry. When it came to the majority of the people in Hogwarts, Luna was perhaps the only one that would walk In on Harry and Ginny getting frisky and think that the immediate course of action would be to join in. Perhaps, Ginny thought, that was why she liked having her as a friend. That thought lingered only for a moment as Luna shimmied her hips out of the pair of jeans she was wearing, taking her panties unceremoniously down. Her cock sprung free, thick and veined just as the two of them remembered. Standing there in nothing but a pair of trainers, she smiled sweetly, eager to catch up on the lost time they gained over the summer.

Both Harry and Ginny quickly joined Luna in getting naked, peeling their clothing away as they watched Luna stand idly by the door, simply watching with the same dreamy nonchalance that she usually wore. It was like they had never left Hogwarts at all. It was as if the summer that had separated their last encounter had lasted all of five minutes, and they were immediately back to business as usual with Luna. Not that either Harry or Ginny were complaining. Ogling Luna's lithe and shapely body did give their cocks the final push necessary to bring them to full mast, the two of them finally pulling of their underwear and looking to Luna expectantly. The open nudity of the situation was a joy to say the least, with Harry and Ginny happily wrapping their hands around their own cocks and gently pumping them back and forth, casually jerking off as if it was nothing worth addressing, their eyes dancing from Luna's body to one another in excited flurries, moans beginning to build. Luna, finally decided to take a seat, sitting opposite the two of them and almost immediately reaching into her bag in order to withdraw and copy of… the Quibbler. Both Harry and Ginny shared a look as they watch Luna disappear into the pages of the magazine, slowly beginning to spin the magazine in a circle, almost as if reading words in a twisting spiral.

"Luna?" Harry asked, looking over at the blonde, his eyes following every curve of her naked body. She wasn't nearly as plump as Ginny and instead had a pert, thinner frame, but that didn't stop her from looking incredibly beautiful. Her waist was pinched enough that even her small, cute little ass had a distinct curve to it, and her ample breasts were decidedly ideal handfuls, with the tiniest pink nipples atop them. And her cock joined Ginny's in being delightfully thick and long, a perfect size for a well-trained ass to enjoy. Harry remembered being overwhelmed by their cocks to begin with, feeling his ass gape and ache to accommodate, but now that he had all but grown accustomed to the feeling of such sizes, he found them to be the perfect size for pleasure, stretching and general satisfaction.

"Mmm?" Luna asked, peering over the skewed magazine in her hand, unfolding her legs, causing her erect cock to flop against her thigh. Luna was very obviously aroused, with her cock standing proud and tall, yet she seemed to forget that she had every intention of slamming that cock inside one of them. The easiest way to describe Luna was to say she danced to her own tune, very rarely letting anyone else hear that tune. As such, she bounced from thought to thought, often leaving other people miles behind her as she wove her own way. Airy and ditzy were one way to describe her, but Luna did as Luna does.

"Did you get naked for any particular reason?" Ginny asked, hoping to lead Luna back to the perverse path that they were inching down. In any other case, Ginny would have been annoyed that her erection was going unpleasured, but she was just delighted to be in the weird company of her friend once more.

"Naked? Oh… Well, I suppose I did. But I can't place it," Luna murmured, appearing to have forgotten that she was naked to begin with. When at Hogwarts, she readily wandered the hallways in complete nudity, finding it liberating and freeing. She did so often enough that it was difficult to discern if she was doing it on purpose or if it was just happenstance that she had forgotten to get dressed.

"I think we were going to catch up?" Harry added, his hand collecting a smear of pre-cum from the head of his cock and using it lubricate his shaft. It was a testament to the close, openly sexual friendship that the three of them had built. The fact that Harry could openly jerk of without Luna immediately attributing a sexual connotation to such an act, spoke to just how comfortable they were. With anyone else, they would see Harry jerking of and assume that they were in some kind of sexual situation. Not Luna. She took the opportunity for some casual conversation.

"Oh, right. How was your holiday?" Luna asked with an eager and enthusiastic smile, setting down the Quibbler and leaning forwards, propping her elbows up on her knees. Ginny giggled, letting her own cock slip out of her hand as she leant forwards as well.

"No, Luna. This kind of catching up," Ginny smirked, laying a hand on Luna's thigh and the other on her cheek. Guiding the blonde's lips forwards, Ginny pressed her lips firmly against her friend's, drawing her into a much-deserved kiss. Immediately, Luna melted, their tongues snaking together as they moaned loudly. Sliding down from their seats, the two of them knelt on the floor, their hands wrapping around one another's cocks and lovingly jerking each other off, all the while being watched by Harry. It never failed to delight him whenever Ginny kissed another girl. It was just so erotic. Seeing Luna and Ginny locked in such a heated and passionate kiss, the kind that spoke to a deep and intimate relationship, always sent shivers along his cock, shivers that he felt as he intensified the slow jerking of his hand. Pulling away from Luna, Ginny wore a perverse smile, her hand continuing to glide across Luna's cock, tracing those endless ridges and veins, relishing in the familiar feeling of her friend's throbbing, pulsating shaft. And the pre-cum! She moaned hungrily as she felt Luna's pre-cum coat the palm of her hand, slickening the rhythmic pump of her hand.

"If you wanted to have sex, you could have just asked," Luna sighed, exasperated at her friend's lack of direct agency. Never-mind the fact that Luna was the one that instigated things by walking into the compartment and getting butt-naked in front of them. Regardless, she immediately took to jerking Ginny's cock, stroking it with a slow and methodical intent, gently and lovingly caressing a cock that she truly adored.

"Well, consider this a formal request for the two us to have the most riveting sex imaginable," Ginny smirked, reaching her hand around behind Luna and firmly clasping it up against her juicy arse, causing Luna to yelp as Ginny pulled their crotches together, their cocks carving alongside one another.

"Okay. And Harry? Would you like to join in?" Luna asked, once again looking past the seemingly obvious indication of his desire to have sex. After all, he was jerking off and moaning to the sight of the two ladies pressed snugly together, flesh and cock spilling against one another.

"Of course!" Harry said enthusiastically, having to stop himself from saying a sarcastic response, knowing full well that it would likely be lost on Luna and result in him being left alone with his hand. Smirking, he watched as Luna turned to Ginny, taking control of the situation.

"In that case, let's have a threesome. Ginny, help me suck Harry's penis, will you?" Luna said, her nonchalant way of talking about sex never failing to take them by surprise. Luna found no shame in the sexual world and whilst many of her peers would blush and shy away from direct uses of sexual words, Luna unabashedly used them with complete openness.

"With pleasure…" Ginny grinned, the two girls turning their salacious attention towards Harry, who happily reclined and let go of his cock, providing complete and utter access to his thick length. Both Luna and Ginny clambered back up onto the seat beside Harry, with both of them flanking him on either side. Kneeling at his side, the two of them shared in a soft and intimate kiss mere inches away from Harry's face, their hot breath emanating towards him, the raw steaminess of their embrace being felt upon his skin. As they parted their kiss, Ginny clasped a hand around Luna's head and directed her lips towards Harry's, the redhead biting her own lip as she watched the two kiss. Just like Harry, Ginny adored seeing her boyfriend locked in passionate snogs with other women. Well, at least women in their close sexual circle. As such, she moaned hungrily as she watched Luna's tongue slip into Harry's mouth, the two moaning happily together as they readily explored each other's lips. It was in that moment that Luna pulled away and encouraged Ginny's lips to meet with Harry's, the two sharing one of their all too familiar snogs, only this time, they had the delight of sharing the sweet, fruity taste of Luna's lip gloss that lingered upon both of their tongues. Finally pulling apart, Ginny returned to Luna, the two of them sharing a kiss as they lowered their heads downwards. Continuing to remain locked in oral battle, the two snogged hungrily, their lips inching ever closer to Harry's cock. Breathing heavily, Harry waited, excited by the prospect of a dual blowjob. The only thing that was able to pry Ginny and Luna's lips apart was the fattened tip of Harry's cock. Sliding between their lips, his cock pulled them apart and immediately launched them into an oral flurry, with both women eager to please and titillate the pleasure-hungry cock of the man in front of them.

Their lips and tongues immediately went to work, dragging themselves back and forth across the shaft. Ginny focussed on Harry's cock head, letting her tongue curl and lap at the bulging tip, tasting, and salivating over that delicious pre-cum that flowed like a fountain from his head. Moans drifted from her lips as she kissed and made out with that throbbing bulb of flesh, her tongue snaking around his tip with enthusiastic hunger. Luna's lips drifted lower down, taking on his shaft. She planted a serious of soft, sloppy kisses against the side of his shaft, her tongue lunging out to smear any saliva across the entirety of his shaft. The gentle vibrations of both their moans made for a delightful addition to the sensation, with Harry watching eagerly as the two went to work. Whenever Luna and Ginny did something like this together, the joy wasn't always in the pleasure of the experience. No, it was mainly in watching them at work. With two such beautiful women slobbering and sucking on his cock, Harry found it difficult to even imagine pulling his eyes away from such visual splendour. He even had to make sure to wipe his glasses clean as the steamy eroticism began to fog them up. Swapping over, Luna and Ginny diverted their attentions to the opposite aspects of his cock. Luna began her sloppy tongue work on his tip whilst Ginny began to work along his shaft. Working perfectly in tandem with one another, Ginny and Luna put on display the techniques and practice they had developed over the length of their relationship, much to Harry's pleasurable delight.

Finally, Luna wrapped her lips around the head of Harry's cock and committed to performing a conventional blowjob. Tightening her lips, she bathed his tip in saliva as she rolled her soft, perfect lips along the head of his cock. Slipping his tip past the edge of her throat, she swallowed him effortlessly down, wriggling and working her lips right down to the base of his cock. Pulling away out of necessity, Ginny grinned as she watched Luna's throat bulge. The redhead couldn't help but run a finger along the outside of Luna's neck, tracing the familiar ridges of Harry's cock as it stuffed Luna to the brim. Not that Luna couldn't handle it. She was as much an oral expert as Ginny was and as such was able to launch into a rhythmic bob, bouncing her lips hungrily back and forth, leaving a shimmering, saliva-stricken cock in her wake. Popping her lips from his cock, Luna took a deep breath as Ginny took over, taking Harry into her mouth and swallowing him down her throat. Slurping away on Harry's shaft, Ginny relished the brief moments in which she could taste Luna's lip-gloss smeared against Harry's cock, a taste which encouraged Ginny to swill her tongue around Harry's length in order to taste more of the fruity delight. Moans flooded from her mouth as she focused on tracing her cock against Harry's trimmed cock, catching brief traces of Luna's lips where she had previous smothered herself at Harry's base. Luna, with her lips freed, moved to Harry's mouth and resumed their snog, finding it thrilling to kiss Harry. They hadn't kissed in so long and frankly, Luna relished the opportunity to exchange hot and heavy moans in so intimate a manner, their lips bouncing against one another as their tongues danced the carnal and perverse dance

Developing a rhythm, the two girls swapped back and forth between sucking Harry's cock and making their lips busy elsewhere, whether It be Luna's continued kissing or Ginny taking one of Harry's nipples or balls into her mouth in order to occupy her time. As Harry reclined into the chair beneath him, he moaned happily. Laying back and being serviced like this was a true and primal joy, yet he couldn't help but feel a little selfish. Having two beautiful girls sucking on him like this whilst he just lay back idly, felt like him not pulling his weight. It didn't take long for him to find a place for him to offer some pleasure back. Luna and Ginny were sprawled along either side of the compartment's benches, with Harry in the middle. Ginny was on all fours, lowering her lips to Harry's cock, whilst Luna was laid on her stomach, her heels playfully kicking at her ass as she gorged herself. Reaching out, Harry clasped his hands onto both of their asses, squeezing their soft pliable flesh as he fondled them eagerly. Both the girls moaned as their asses were manhandled, with their cocks leaking pre-cum against the seats beneath them. Their flesh was incredibly sensitive, so having Harry squeeze and fondle them was enough to get them moaning. But it wasn't enough to get them properly twitching and spasming with pleasure, which was Harry's intention. He wanted them grunting and groaning as they salivated over his cock. He wanted their cocks thrumming with physical pleasure as they begged for more. He wanted their oral efforts to not be one sided in terms of pleasure. And as such, he peeled their ass cheeks apart and brought his fingers to their tight puckered holes.

Both girls groaned in anticipation. Just feeling a finger against their pink, puckered holes was enough to excite them, yet they were both eagerly anticipating the moment that he pushed inside. After a quick bit of saliva was drizzled over his fingers, Harry slowly eased a finger into each of their awaiting assholes. He started with one, but as he expected, both of them took a single finger without any difficulty. Ginny's ass practically swallowed the finger whilst Luna's peeled apart with ease to allow him to curl the finger right up to the knuckle. Soft coos of pleasure escaped their lips as they continued to suck on Harry's cock, the very tip of Harry's finger manging to tease their prostate. But it wasn't enough. Gliding his finger back to their entrances, he simultaneously added another finger into both of their asses, their holes happily stretching to accommodate. That was more like it. One finger was barely a tickle, whereas two was a more substantial feeling. It wasn't enough to have either Luna or Ginny truly twisting and spasming, but it ratcheted up the pleasure to such a degree that they were contentedly moaning around Harry's cock with renewed enthusiasm. Pumping those two fingers back and forth, Harry built up a slow and steady rhythm. It was difficult to balance both of their asses at the same time, with Harry having to work slowly in order to maintain any decent pace. But as was often the case with Ginny and Luna, they began to tire of the same plunging pleasure, especially when it was comparatively miniscule as two fingers. So, wanting to up the ante one last time, Harry leapt from two fingers, to four, sinking the majority of his digits inside the two of them all at once, finally having the desired effect. It was moment of shock and bliss, with both Luna and Ginny's lips seizing in place. Ginny froze with Harry's balls In her mouth whilst Luna's lips quivered around the half-way mark of his cock. Their assholes stretched and their prostates became the personal playthings for Harry's fingers. Their cocks spasmed as they came to term with the rush of pleasure, with the two eventually spurring themselves back into motion, sucking and slavering over Harry's length. Their asses had finally produced the pleasure that Harry had wanted, with both of them twisting and spasming in their place either side of him.

Pleasure surged through all three of them as they found their rhythm. Harry would pump his fingers back and forth a handful of times before letting them rest deep inside of Luna and Ginny. His digits would gently bounce and stretch their holes, dancing and running up against their incredibly sensitive prostates, sending immense shivers of pleasure through their bodies, pleasure that was quickly returned to Harry via deep vibrating moans that shuddered along his cock and balls. Ginny and Luna continued to alternate their mouths, with one sucking on Harry's cock and the other now focussing solely on his balls, lathering his sack in spittle whilst gently teasing those sensitive handfuls with the slick dancing movements of their talented tongues. Whenever the two of them swapped between sucking on Harry's cock or balls, there was a brief moment when the sounds of their pleasure filled the open air, all before they were swiftly muffled by Harry's anatomy. Needless to say, the three of them were coursing towards their own personal orgasms. They were making slow and steady progress. None of them were on the edge of exploding, but they were certainly enjoying the satisfaction enough to know that they could cum very soon. Harry in particular. Having had his cock be the subject of Luna and Ginny's oral delights for the majority of their perverse time, he could feel his stamina steadily beginning to wane. Not that he was regretting it. There were far worse things that could bring you to a quick orgasm than the combined blowjob skills of Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley. Even then, he held back on cumming, knowing full well that there were countless delights to be enjoyed when it came to these two girls, and he wasn't going to miss any opportunity to descend into deeper levels of depravity alongside them.
"Harry? Has your penis grown larger over the holiday?" Luna asked as she plucked her lips from his shaft and eyed it up with a curious and critical eye, trying to pinpoint the exact part that had seemingly grown in size. It was bugging her to no end.

"Right? I could have sworn its gotten thicker. You can really feel the difference if he is in your ass. It's a slightly different stretch than your used to," Ginny exclaimed loudly, stopping mid blowjob to wrap Luna's fingers around Harry's width, showing her the exact portions that seemed to be more bulbous that usual.

"Hmmm, you'll have to promise to fuck me in the ass at some point Harry. So I can compare," Luna smiled before wrapping her lips back around Harry's cock. Bobbing away, she moaned happily, resuming her blowjob without any further question.

"I'm more than happy to do it at any point and time. How about now?" Harry suggested, his cock twitching at the prospect of slipping inside of Luna's ass. However, before Luna could agree or not, Ginny intervened with plans of her own in this regard.

"Not right now. I've got something I want to do first," Ginny interrupted, rolling off of the seat and coaxing Luna into moving. With a little manipulation, Ginny had Luna standing bent over at the waist, her lips still working on Harry's cock, but with her ass proudly pushed out and up into the air. Adjusting her a little more, Ginny made sure her legs were completely straight, "Stand like this."

"Is this good?" Luna asked, pulling her lips away for the briefest moment, only to let out a deep groan of pleasure as Ginny enacted her plan. The redhead positioned herself behind Luna and plunged her face firmly into the blonde's juicy, shapely cheeks, relishing the feeling of her soft flesh spilling against her cheeks and lips as she mauled Luna's ass with a voracious hunger. Resuming her deepthroat blowjob, Luna sunk into the position more and more, enjoying the rough, animalistic treatment of her ass combined with the pulsating cock lodged deep within her spasming gullet. Whilst Ginny was yet to target her actual asshole, the sensitive nature of Luna's ass cheeks meant that her raw kisses and playful bites were still igniting sudden surges of pleasure within her.

"I've wanted to bury myself like this all summer…" Ginny moaned hungrily; her words almost muffled by the glorious plump flesh that she was sinking her teeth playfully into. Relaxing into the seat, Harry's cock continued to standing proudly upwards, his shaft gleaming and shimmering all the while continuing to rhythmically disappear into the tight and talented throat of Luna Lovegood. Behind the lithe blonde, Ginny had her hands running around Luna's thighs as she planted kisses on Luna's ass cheeks, moaning with each soft smooch, her carnal desire overtaking her as she lightly gnawed on the pale skinned girl's shapely rear. Red hickeys began to blossom on Luna's ass as Ginny made her appreciation of the blonde's figure well known. Both her cock and Luna's were rock-hard and exposed, with Luna's begin to dip downwards due to the heavy weight of such a meaty shaft, the girl's moans and shudders of pleasure causing her cock to bounce, the occasional spattering of pre-cum splashing down against the floor beneath her, the promise of an explosive orgasm already looming on the horizon.

"You were always welcome to do that to me, you know?" Harry chuckled, happily allowing Luna to work her lips along his cock, her tongue roaming along his throbbing length with the same inquisitive curiosity that she always applied. Tracing each inch, she always managed to curl her small tongue into the most pleasurable spots, all the while maintaining a slow and continuous rhythm.

"Yeah, but your ass's all… toned and stuff. It's not got the same juicy squish that Luna has. Not as satisfying to be smothered in you know," Ginny giggled, running her hands along Luna's thighs and round to her arse, softly sinking her fingers into the juicy rear end. It was by the no means a fat ass and was in its own right somewhat toned. But it still had such a meaty brilliance to it, all the while remaining perfectly shaped for Luna's figure.

"I'm sure Tonks could have helped you with that. You could have had the fattest, juiciest ass imaginable," Harry added, watching as Ginny spread Luna's cheeks apart, her tight puckered asshole unveiled for the redhead's admiration. Licking her lips, she moved her fingers slightly, properly spreading her apart before replying to Harry.

"I think you got the wrong impression with me and Tonks. We weren't like… rampant fuck-buddies. We were just… close. Not close enough to ask her to become the woman with the fattest arse imaginable and bury me till I pass out," Ginny sighed, putting up with Harry's consistent teasing of her.

"She had your voice nailed…" he added nonchalantly, watching as Ginny blushed profusely. The implication was clear. For that to happen, Ginny had to have Tonks balls deep in her throat, properly gagging and spluttering on the woman's cock.

"Oh, shut up…" Ginny growled playfully, leaning forwards and running her tongue across Luna's ass, following the many creases in her puckered hole, lapping and licking at the sensitive pink flesh, letting out a deep moan of pleasure as she did so. Darting back and forth, she swiftly lathered her entrance with saliva, running up and down until she felt the blonde beginning to loosen. It was almost magical just how a girl like Luna could maintain such a tight entrance despite being pounded so often. Regardless, the moment that Luna began to relinquish a modicum of control towards her asshole, Ginny took the opportunity and hooked the tip inside, slowly sheathing herself deep into her asshole. Bit by bit, her tongue was steadily enveloped, brought deeper into the tight depths of the blonde's clutching hole. The moment her lips were wrapped tightly around her ring, her tongue curled as far inside as was possible, Ginny made a show of dropping her hands from Luna's ass cheeks, letting them spring back into place, lightly clapping against the side of her face, smothering her amidst the soft haven of pliable tender flesh.

"I thwink twhaat Hwehwone…" Luna moaned; her eyes tightly closed as she continued work her lips along Harry's cock. Groaning loudly, Harry almost came as the vibrations of Luna's attempt at talking coursed through his sensitive flesh. Gripping the seat beneath him, he arched his hips upwards, sinking himself that little bit further inside of Luna's reverberating throat, not bothering to decipher Luna's incoherent muffled words, and instead relishing the additional pleasure they provided.

"Luna… We talked about this last year. Don't talk with a cock in your mouth…" Ginny sighed, pulling her lips back just enough to speak. Lowering her tongue down to Luna's heavy balls, she took them swiftly into her mouth, coating them in a saliva before popping each out and trailing her tongue back in between the blonde's ass cheeks, carving along her crack and back into place against her asshole. Moaning hungrily, she didn't lift her hands to spread her cheeks apart, but instead used her head to shift them from side to side, allowing her to seat herself back in position, devouring her best-friend's asshole with renewed intensity.

"Sorry. But I think Hermione would be perfect for it. She has a rather plump rear. I have to wonder what sort of charms she wears to get such a perfect bum…" Luna pondered, with her usual dreamy expression. The ditzy look on her face was quite the contrast to her hand, which continued to speed along Harry's cock, pumping with such swiftness that the wet slapping sounds could have easily been mistaken for someone slamming their ass down onto his cock. Breathing heavily, Harry had to admit that her hand was quite the silky experience, gliding effortlessly along his entire length, and even twisting slightly to squeeze his sensitive tip.

"Do charms really work for that?" Harry asked, genuinely interested in whether or not it works, yet not thinking through the fact he was asking Luna that question. He was so enthralled in the pleasure that the absurdity failed to hit him.

"Oh, yes. I wore a rosemary infused amythest cracked with fragment of unicorn horn," Luna smiled. She had begun to lower her lips towards Harry's cock, getting so far as to begin working her tongue along his bulbous tip, flicking back and forth, absent-mindedly moving on from her unfinished sentence.

"And?" Harry asked, smirking as he watched Luna look at him with seemingly genuine confusion, almost as if she was annoyed that he was interrupting her cock-sucking. Her hand continued at that perfect velvety pace, doing enough that Harry was convinced he may well cum from her simply handjob; hardly a worthy ending to such an erotic threesome, yet an ending he would enjoy, nonetheless. It was hardly like a single orgasm marked the end. Not with Ginny and Luna. Physical exhaustion was the only thing that could curb their fuck-sessions.

"Yes?" Luna asked expectantly, causing Ginny to stop her movements, looking along Luna's back and meeting Harry's gaze. Despite having her tongue lodged in Luna's asshole, her face smothered by her bum cheeks, Harry could tell that she was grinning.

"Did it do anything?" Harry asked, almost dreading the response, yet eager to see the reaction that would come from a smothered Ginny. His mind went rampant with imagining the muffled giggles that would erupt as Ginny struggled to breath.

"It improved my sleeping pattern quite a lot," Luna smiled sweetly, completely missing the point. The only thing that stopped Harry from laughing was the fact that Luna's hand hit a perfect sweet spot that caused his cock to begin to twitch wildly. Suddenly, jets of cum spurted from the head, splashing against his chest and toned stomach, his heavy breathing becoming intertwined with deep moans of satisfaction. Returning her attention to Harry's cock, Luna lifted her other hand to his cock, pumping it with two, the gliding of her fingers working wonders and milking Harry's cock completely and utterly dry, allowing him the opportunity to let out a slight chuckle.

"Did it make your ass look better?" Ginny asked, taking over from the breathless Harry. Pulling her tongue from Luna's ass, she admired her handiwork, running a finger across the blonde's perfectly lubricated asshole, her entrance ever so slightly agape and ready for more.

"Why would it do that?" Luna asked, causing Harry to wheeze with laughter, rolling to the side to grab his wand. Cleaning himself up, he grabbed his jeans and t-shirt, needing to go to the bathroom. Ginny giggled and rose to her feet, shuffling forwards behind Luna, cracking her hands against Luna's round, supple cheeks, watching them jiggle and begin to go flush with a red tinge.

"Never mind… I've put enough work into this ass. Time… for…" Ginny smiled, spitting into one of her hands and leisurely working it along her cock, jerking herself to a lubed shimmer before unceremoniously guiding the head of her cock between Luna's juicy cheeks. Easing herself towards her asshole, she slipped it easily into her entrance, letting out a grunt of satisfaction as she did so. Supporting herself on the now empty seat, Luna's misty gaze turned to one of pleasure, her eyes rolling closed and flexed her fingers, pushing her ass backwards slightly, her posture even further accentuating the curve of her ass. Confident that Luna remained just as able to take a cock as she always was, Ginny thrust herself forwards. Not too fast, but not too slow. The perfect middle ground to savour the ass that she had most missed all summer. Well… After Harry's. The moment her crotch met with Luna's ass, the two moaned in unison, the sounds they were making already working on making Harry hard again. Wondering if he could wait on going to the toilet, he heard Ginny whimper pleasurably, "oh… just as I remembered…"

"Oh my... I always forget what a real one feels like…" Luna moaned, his voice quivering towards the end as she arched her back, biting her lip as her prostate was sandwiched firmly in place by the encroaching cock. The sight of his girlfriend buried deep inside Luna's ass was so inviting that it halted Harry's dressing for a minute, his eyes watching the way that Luna's ass cheeks spread as Ginny pushed forwards, Ginny's balls lightly slapping Luna's as the two of them relishing the ecstasy of the moment.

"I'm gonna go to the toilet and… erm… leave you two to it…" Harry stammered, knowing full well that if he stayed any longer, he would be unable to resist joining back in. Quickly unlocking the door, he ducked out and closed it, one of his shoes still in his hand. Hastily putting it on, he turned only to immediately be met with Ron's startled face. Clearing his head and readjusting his jeans, Harry asked, "How was the meeting? Where's Hermione?"

"Nothing special. She's patrolling with Padma. I think I'm on the second shift with Pansy. Did you know that Draco and Pansy are Prefects? I think that combined with me getting it over you must mean Dumbledore's off his rocker," Ron lightly joked, not taking note of the unbearably noticeable bulge in Harry's trousers. Not that he would normally notice something like that.

"I guess. Ginny and Luna are in there, erm… you know? If you're wanting in, you'd best be quick before they lock the door," Harry chuckled, gesturing to the carriage car, but not explicitly announcing that the two of them were going at it in there. It took Ron a moment to catch the subtext, but his eyes swiftly widened in excitement.

"Luna and Ginny? Wait, Luna's… nak… I catch you later Harry," he breathed, pushing past him and into the car, briefly giving Harry the blissful sound of slapping flesh, with the rhythmic pounding doing everything in its power to coax Harry into going back in. He, however, was resolved to go relieve himself before re-joining the growing orgy in the compartment. Making his way along the car, he dipped into the next carriage and stopped outside the door, his eyes widening as his voice caught in his throat.

"Hiya Harry," Cho smiled, waving sweetly at him, causing him to immediately become flustered. His immediate reaction was that she had been waiting for him, but it quickly became apparent that she was simply waiting for the toilet just the same as him, yet that didn't stop Harry from stuttering uncontrollably. No matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn't stop himself from reciting those memorable lines in her letters, the subtle suggestiveness of their damnably vague salaciousness rekindling in his mind as he did so.

"So… Er… How was your summer?" Harry stammered, his cheeks growing flush as he glanced occasionally at Cho's rounded features, the girl smiling softly back at him as her hands fidgeted in front of her. Unable to maintain eye-contact for very long without immediately turning a deeper shade of red, the two of them awkwardly looked past one another, doing their best to further the conversation.

"It was alright. A little stressful, but probably nowhere near as much as yours. I can't believe that dementors attacked you. You must have been pretty brave to face them," Cho smiled sweetly, trying her best to overcome her awkwardness, but failing entirely.

"I guess. It sort of just… happened," Harry explained, maintaining his modesty. A slight giggle escaped Cho's lips before falling into silence once again, nervously dancing around substantial subject; or in fact the subject that both of them wanted to broach.

"Thanks for the letters by the way. They really helped me out. Being able to write to someone," Cho added with an earnest zeal, having found the ability to write to someone with more in common with her very useful. The summer was strangely lonely for her and the occasional letters she sent and received were amongst the highlights.

"Oh, no worries. You can write to me anytime. Or you know… talk to me. You know? At… At Hogwarts," Harry stammered, chuckling slightly as he did so, managing to elicit a chortle out of Cho as she bowed her head and nodded, her smile widening.

"That would be nice. I'll… er…" Cho fumbled, turning away and shuffling a little down the corridor of the carriage, seemingly forgetting the reason that she was standing there in the first place. A momentary surge of confidence overcame her, and she turned back, calling out, "Oh Harry? I… Never-mind…"

"It's alright. What's up?" Harry smiled, taking a step after her, able to see the uncertainty on her face as she began to twist her fingers back and forth a little more, actively avoiding eye contact even more than she was before. Eventually she spoke up, being careful with her words.

"I was just going to ask if you've seen Marietta. I've not… Well… I need her hand with… with you, know?" Cho smiled, wincing as she said those last words, feeling immensely awkward for having to bring up the issue, despite the fact that it was common knowledge amongst pretty much everyone at Hogwarts.

"Oh. I've not seen her. But… I could… if you'd like? Or I can help you find Marietta," Harry suggested, boldly. Quickly backtracking so as to not appear to eager, his cheeks flared up again as he realised, he had approached the subject with far too much enthusiasm. Worried that it would make him seem like a sex-hungry creep, he took a step back, partly hoping she would outright turn him down.

"I mean… If you'd like to… I'd appreciate it…. But only if you want. I don't want to impose…" Cho said, closing the distance between them. A part of her really wanted what they were talking about. To share that sort of pleasure with Harry had come a long-standing dream over the summer that was only perpetuated by the letters she received from him. Yet, she was doing her very best to not appear to eager and to maintain the sort of friendly helping hand mentality, as opposed to intimate lovers.

"You're not imposing. I'd be happy to… you know. Help with that…" Harry stammered, smirking as he did so. The two of them laughed slightly as they stood there, agreeing to do it, yet neither one of them making a move to actually get started. Standing there helplessly, Cho eventually took a meek form of initiative.

"Thanks. Erm… Shall we, er… Perhaps the bathroom? The compartment I'm sitting in has a bunch of fourth years in it, so…" Cho explained, reaching for the bathroom that the two of them had been standing outside. To Harry's surprise, it was empty, meaning that the two of them had been standing their waiting for nothing. Still, as she pulled the door open, she gestured to Harry to go first.

"Alright. Yeah. Let's just…" Harry muttered as he stepped inside, Cho following after him. The cubicle was tiny, with the two of them barely able to keep their bodies from being pushed tightly together. Not wanting to simply sandwich himself against her, Harry let the door slide shut, with Cho looking up at him expectantly. Reaching forwards, Harry felt his hand brush against the side of her hip, his fingers slipping past her skirt-clad ass, sending a shiver through Cho's body. Managing to lock the door, he blushed and stuttered his excuse, "Sorry. I was… was trying to lock the door."

"Ah… Okay… Erm… I suppose…" Cho stammered, turning around as best she could, inadvertently pushing her ass into Harry's crotch, almost pushing him backwards as she did so. Looking away from him, she reached behind herself and grabbed her skirt and panties. In a swift and unsexy move, she peeled them downwards, letting them bunch around her ankles, revealing her round, pert ass to Harry. Breathing deeply, he relished the sight of her ass bouncing free, her cheeks lightly parting as she bent herself over the toilet, resting a knee of the seat as she prostrated herself in preparation for what was to come. In truth, Harry expect to literally lend her a hand, not be offered her cute rear end to pound and fuck. Making sure she was in a comfortable position, she glanced over her shoulder, breathing heavily in anticipation, "I'm… Eh… I'm ready?"

"Oh… Right. Just a second…" Harry muttered, unbuckling his trousers and letting them drop around his knees. Pulling his boxers down, he left his cock slip free. It hadn't been that long since he left Ginny and Luna, and despite the delectable sight of Cho's completely naked ass, his cock still wasn't entirely hard. Blushing immensely, Harry began to run his hand back and forth, jerking himself of, doing his best to muster up the rigidity required.

"Everything alright?" Cho asked, feeling his hand occasionally smack against her ass cheeks, his softened cock striking her skin as he did so. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him jerking himself off, his face a deep maroon from the embarrassment.

"Yeah… I was just with Ginny before this so…" Harry explained, working his cock fast and faster, using the pre-cum that leaked from his tip to lubricate his movements, all the while focusing on the promising pleasure that Cho's arse was undoubtedly going to provide.

"I see. Do you want a hand?" Cho offered, to which Harry nodded, dropping his cock in embarrassed frustration. The position they were in was a little clumsy, yet Cho reached behind herself and managed to wrap her hand around his cock, her palm becoming slick with pre-cum. It wasn't nearly as pleasurable as it was when he was doing it, but erotic nature of it being someone else's hand was working wonders in bringing him to full mast once more. Jerking him off with a slow and clumsy rhythm, Cho rested his throbbing tip against her soft ass, milking pre-cum out onto her skin, the warm trickle making her own cock throb between her thighs. The pleasure of her silky soft skin rubbing firmly against his sensitive cock-head was all that it took to get him hard, his cock pulsating in her hand as she gave him a last few pumps. A part of her wanted to continue to cradle his cock, tracing each inch as she did so, allowing herself to grow more and more accustomed with the engorged cock in her hand. Yet, she couldn't maintain the awkward position of stretching her hand behind herself and tugging him off. Besides, he would be inside of her asshole soon enough and no doubt that pleasure would beat the simple satisfaction of jerking Harry's cock. Sliding her hand back out in front of herself, she pushed her bum out a little more, Harry's cock now resting gently between her two cheeks, his shaft gleaming with pre-cum. Arching her back, she caused her cheeks to spread apart slightly, flaunting her puckered hole to Harry, giving him very little options. Even if he tried to reposition himself, he would invariably have his cock thrust up against her asshole just by doing so. Which meant it was time for the main event.

It took very little effort to guide his cock into place, the two of them moaning slightly as the pressure built at her entrance. Easing herself backwards, Cho teased her ass, lightly probing her puckered entrance, keeping herself on the very verge of satisfaction, all before Harry took control and thrust himself forwards. Her hole stretched to accommodate him, her tight ring rolling along his glimmering cock, slipping easily inside of her with resounding pleasure. In that moment, the awkwardness that had predicated their fuck melted away, the two of them uniting in a shared drive for sumptuous pleasure. Inching forwards, Harry effortlessly buried himself up to the hilt, the soft smack of his crotch against her ass being music to their ears. Cho relished it, his cock pushing gently against her prostate, lightly caressing the bead of pleasure and sending titillating moans dripping from her mouth. The feeling of his wiry pubic hair grinding up against her ass was nothing short of orgasmic, with Cho grinding herself against his crotch, rutting against him and relishing the friction of his hair against her tender ass. Moaning softly, she simply melted, her assumption that Harry's cock was all she need to distract herself becoming a reaffirmed fact in her mind. Pre-cum dribbled from the head of her cock, her meaty shaft smacking against her thighs as Harry steadied himself behind her. The heat building in the small cubicle was palpable, with their half-clothed bodies growing more heated the longer they stood sandwiched together. Regardless, the two of them were more than happy that they could overcome the furtive awkwardness with a good old-fashioned fuck.

The cramped confines of the small cubicle made it difficult to build up into a swift and climactic rhythm, prompting Harry to take a slower and more intimate approach. Pulling backwards, he rocked right back into a forward thrust, easing himself as deep inside her as possible, each of his thrusts being driven as far forward as possible, squeezing out every last inch of pleasure possible. The movement of Harry's cock was divine. The slow rhythmic grind of his cock sliding into her, caressing her prostate, was only accentuated by that last firm push. As Harry fought to get himself deeper inside her, his cock ground firmly against her prostate, massaging it in a momentary burst of intensity, only to have him pull backwards, relieving her of the intensity, yet still providing pleasure all the same. Their heated moans filled the room as the two fucked, Cho readily pushing backwards onto Harry's thrusts in order to amplify that culminating burst of intensity that came with each of his thrusts. One hand dropped down to her cock, grabbing herself by the tip and lightly caressing the incredibly sensitive flesh with the tip of her thumb. The additional pressure made for an intense pleasure whenever she desired it, with her hand beginning to glisten and gleam with pre-cum, her cock working tirelessly to pump the substance out onto her skin. Humming softly, she loved the slow and erotic pace that Harry was fucking her with. It was intimate and personal. Meaningful. Each thrust felt like it carried so much emotion. Like it was purposeful. Driven into her with loving intent, meant to titillate and excite her in all the delightful ways. She was never a massive fan of anal, with her and Cedric always having her be the top, yet for whatever reason, she felt a strange resonating warmth in bottoming. As if it brought her closer to what she had lost. Or perhaps her prostate had simply increased in sensitivity with her ass now becoming a brimming beacon of intense pleasure. That reasoning couldn't be used for what she asked next. With her mind addled with pleasure, she simply spoke her mind, pleading with Harry for him to do something that she had begun feeling a carnal desire to enjoy. Well, ever since she lost Cedric, "Spank me… Oh god, spank me please!"

"What?" Harry grunted, barely hearing her, yet managing to pick up on her desperation to be spanked. It had become an intense overwhelming desire ever since Harry had pushed inside her. Again, normally, when she and Cedric fucked, she would blister his ass with spanks and smacks, knowing that he got off on it. But ever since he had gone, she herself felt that overwhelming desire. On the lonelier nights over the summer, she kneel on her bed and bringing her hands down onto her ass, relishing the sting of the biting flesh, adoring the burn that rose in her skin, yet she could never bring herself to orgasm, despite that red raw treatment she inflicted on herself bringing her so very close to spurting a load forth. Witch biology prevented it from happening. But now… Now she could relish a rippling orgasm, all the while being spanked mercilessly.

"Spank my ass… Please… I beg you… Spank me…" Cho whimpered, overcoming her anxiety in a desperate pleading way. Startled by her outburst, Harry was more than happy to oblige. Lifting a hand, he playfully spanked her ass, letting her cheeks bounce and jiggle as the cracking of flesh filled the cubicle. It was a soft smack and as such her skin didn't even change colour, instead rippling as a result. Disappointed, Cho once again begged, almost on the verge of mewling, "Harder! Please… Harder…"

Surprised, Harry brought his hand down harder, the smack leaving a small red spot on her arse cheek. Yet, she was satiated. Continuing to plead, Cho didn't stop until Harry brought both his hands down suddenly and sharply, the resounding smack causing Cho to squeal loudly, bordering on a scream. Worried he had hurt her, he was pleasantly surprised as she growled a responding moan and began to impale herself on his cock harder and faster, encouraging him to continue. Reassured by Cho's enthusiastic response, Harry spanked her again, the smacking sound sending shivers of pleasure through Cho's body, her moans becoming louder and more heated, her quiet shyness seeping away into a wild, ravenous animal, hungry for painful pleasure to consume her body. Spreading his spanks out as much as possible, he tried not to strike the same spot more than once, yet as her ass began to glow a vibrant red, he found himself unable to do so, bringing his hands down on her tender flesh. Squealing with delight, she shuffled back and forth on her feet, arching her back as she moaned loudly. It was a surprising change of pace for Harry, yet he was more than happy to do as she pleased, easing his cock in and out of her spasming asshole as he spanked her. Spanking her caused her body to seize up, her muscles suddenly tightening and clamping down on his cock, pinning it in place as she recovered from the blistering strikes. Her ass grew redder and redder, her hole tightening massively as her hand dripped with pre-cum. Humming with more pleasure, she slammed herself back onto his cock sending her body into over-drive. Her orgasm swept over her suddenly and swiftly.

To Harry's surprise, Cho's body began to contort, groans escaping her lips as her ass tightened suddenly. He couldn't see from the angle he was at, but her cock was jetting cum out across the toilet seat, a sizable pent-up load splashing across the surface. Her tightened ass caused him to start cumming too, pouring forth his seed into her clutching ass. Yet, that wasn't what took him by surprised. As he was consumed with his own orgasm, he wasn't continuing his spanks, forcing Cho to reach behind herself with a hand and sharply strike her own ass, hitting her cheeks harder and faster, moaning and grunting as her skin burned a deeper and deeper shade of red. The spanks made her ass quiver around Harry's cock, milking him quicker and quicker, until his cock slipped out of her ass. Breathing heavily, he watched her push herself over the edge, her orgasm subsiding as she wound down on the spanking. With one last smack, she slumped forwards, cum leaking out of her ass as she recovered. As she did so, she glanced over her shoulder, seeing Harry, her mind running wildly in circles. Unable to control it, she began to cry, tears slipping down over her cheeks as she lightly sniffled. Spotting this immediately, Harry stepped forwards, forgetting his exposed cock and smearing cum across her ass cheeks.

"You okay? Did I hurt you? You just seemed really into it," Harry apologised, stowing his cock away and doing his best to awkwardly comfort Cho as she wept. Standing upright, Cho didn't bother to clean herself up, but simply pulled her panties and skirt back into place, cum beginning to soak through her underwear. Nervously, she turned to him, still sniffling as she wiped her eyes.

"No… It's nothing. Thanks for the… the help… I should go…" Cho stammered in amidst her crying. Reaching for the door, she quickly slipped out, wincing as her ass began to ache. Trying to catch her, Harry realised he couldn't leave the toilet in that state and stopped, letting her slip into the next carriage. A quick spell later and the toilet was spick and span. Doing what he originally came there to do, he stepped out and debated going after her, knowing full well that there was undoubtedly a legitimate reason behind her weeping. Yet, the more he considered it, the more out depth he felt he was. He barely even knew how to have small-talk with her, let alone actually discuss a serious topic. Hell, they hadn't even ever talked that much. It was sort of just ogling at a distance, rather than actual proper conversations. The longest conversation he probably had with her was following the night with her and Cedric. Feeling guilty for suggesting they have sex, he turned and made his way back to his compartment, letting out a deep sigh as he did so. Why were women so bloody complicated?

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Both Fred and George were engrossed in their work. The two of them had commandeered and entire compartment to themselves and were working on their newfound project. Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Having spent their entire summer developing a variety of tricks and sweets, they found themselves with quite the expansive range of products, all of which were guaranteed to make waves at school. Their primary focus was on the skiving snack-boxes, allowing students to feign illnesses in order to skip class, yet their interest in that moment was instead turned towards their background business. The driving force behind their entire production was the Entoxivus Vial. Given that the Vial made potion brewing exceptionally easy, they were able to mass-produce the various different aspects for their sweets with little to no effort. And the fact that a single droplet of the Entoxivus Vial could produce an entire vial-full of whatever potion their required, all with minimal ingredients, meant that they had a massive stockpile to sell, to the extent that they had had to prioritise storage space for their sweets over clothing. Yet, the truly interesting aspect of their work was that they had found a way to cater to the more salacious people of Hogwarts. They had managed to develop several sweets that incorporated the more sexually orientated recipes in the Vial's manuscript. Sweets that increased sex-drive, stamina enhancement, increases in endowment, and many, many more. The sweets hadn't been tested given the company they kept all summer, but with a few field tests amongst the Quidditch Team and the twins were confident that they could get people interested in them.

"There… There's literally five drops worth?" Fred said with confusion. Tipping the contents into a small dish, the twins looked at it with confusion. Usually, the Vial worked like this: they would prepare a base of standard potion ingredients as specified by the Vial's manuscript, before adding a droplet of the Vial's contents. The base and the droplet would react and swell to fill the desired container. Yet, in this instance, the rather sizable base of mugwort and lilac berries had in fact shrivelled and shrunk when introduced to the Vial.

"We did just as the manuscript said. Mugwort and Lilac in equal measure, not exceeding one hundred grams In total," George commented, re-reading the exact page that they had been working from. Confused, he joined Fred in looking at the dish of shallow liquid, uncertain as to what they did wrong.

"Maybe… Maybe we've… No… Does it work? The potion I mean?" Fred asked, curiously swilling the dish back and forth, watching the liquid roll around, not seeming to coat the dish that it was sitting on. The two twins shared a look with each other, one that said the exact same thing.

"I'm not testing it! I'm not interested in having one of those. What if it turns out to be permanent?" George exploded, pushing the dish across the small table between them, removing himself from the running immediately, "You test it. It'll match your slender feminine figure?"

"Don't you even…" Fred began, only to suddenly stop as he heard the door to the compartment slam shut. Startled, Fred and George immediately swept everything that was on their table to the side, positioning themselves so that they were hiding their various illicit goods. Turning to the door, expecting a Prefect, they were instead met with the furtive face of Lavender Brown, "Lavender! What… What can we do for you?"

"Your selling… explicit products, aren't you? Alicia told me," she said, overcoming her nerves with bold confidence, staring the two twins down intently. Looking at one another, the two twins cursed Alicia for spreading the rumour, yet couldn't exactly blame her. They were, after all, trying to sell these things. Confused as to Lavender's intent, both the twin's eyes widened as she announced, "I'm interested in buying something."

"Well, in that case. Sit down and we can find the right product to fulfil your needs," Fred beamed, his salesman side swiftly coming through. Rising to his feet, he pushed their table to the side, gesturing to Lavender to take a seat. Joining him, George rifled through their stockpile of goods as Lavender sat down. Presenting one of their boxes, the two began, "Now, we provide a multitude of variety when it comes to skiving from classes."

"I'm not interested in skiving. I'm interested in the… the sex ones…" Lavender blushed, the word 'sex' managing to flare her cheeks red. As soon as she got over that hurdle, her presumptuous and bolder side took control, looking into the twin's eyes as if daring them to feign ignorance.

"Oh, they aren't properly…" George stammered, only to immediately be silenced by a sharp jab from Fred. Changing his tune, a quick glance from Fred turned George on the right path. A girl interested in their sexual items. Who were they to refuse such eager testing opportunities, "I mean… What sort of thing do you need it for?"

"I… There's a boy. And I know he wants to have sex with me, but… he's really shy. I think. He's just reserved. We've done it before technically, but… Well, I was wondering if there was a way to make him properly ravenous for me. Unable to resist giving in to his desires…" Lavender asked, losing herself in her own romantic ideals, smiling as she thought fondly of her bygone lover, eager to recapture his budding interests.

"You could probably just flash your tits at him. Guys aren't that complicated," Fred chuckled, eliciting a chortle from George, but a borderline death stare from Lavender. Quickly walking back on his statement, he turned to busy himself with their products.

"Well, he is. He's just so…" Lavender began, breathing inwards as if to begin a love-drunk spiel about the wonderous nature of her dreamy lover. Catching onto the impending drivel, George was quick to interject with a suggestion.

"I see. I get it. Well, we a sex-drive enhancing option. It… It tends to make people incredibly horny. Unbearably so. Can't speak from experience, but it can make you feel like a witch who hasn't cum in a week. You know? Desperate and ready for anything and anyone…" George, explained, extending his hand to Fred who quickly plucked a small box from their stores and handed it to him.

"How do I know it works?" she asked suddenly, watching as George unpackaged the small collection of sweets. They were small gummies in a bead shape, wrapped in clear plastic. A little taken aback by the question, George instinctively replied.

"Well… You could try it?" he suggested, offering the bag to her and receiving a sceptical look. Tentatively, she pushed the bag back, scoffing loudly, unable to believe that the two of them expecting such a docile trick to actually work with her.

"What? With you two horny perverts around? As if," she chuckled, watching as the twins once again shared a glance, but this time one of fairness. It was a rather… shifty suggestion, yet she was the one who was desperate to seemingly woo her lover.

"You still have possession of your standards. It doesn't just turn you into a ravenous sex animal who will fuck anything. If you don't want to fuck someone before taking it, you still won't want to fuck them after," Fred explained, clarifying the exact functions of the sweet.

"How do you know?" Lavender asked, a little more acceptive; so much so that she plucked one of the sweets from the bag and held it in her palm. It smelled faintly of strawberries and was easily mistaken as a typical sweet. It was quite impressive if anything.

"Well…" Fred began, looking at George for approval, before sighing in embarrassment, "I tested it over the summer. Took some right before spending the day with my mother. It was unbelievably torturous, but I didn't suddenly get overcome with the desire to fuck my mother."

"We understand that you're hesitant to try it, but we'll level with you. We've tested these sweets to an extent. As much as two guys alone with their family can. In all honesty, you can try it for free. In fact, if you do try it and give us some feedback, we'll give you a free batch of the sweets that you can use for that guy of yours," George explained, undercutting Fred's more outwardly approach with a more real one. Looking at them, Lavender thought for a moment and sighed. It was for the love of her life after all…

"Fine. I'll try it, but you two are not allowed to fuck me. Under any circumstances. I'll try this and if it works, I'll go find someone who I'm comfortable with. Is that understood?" Lavender clarified, holding the sweet in front of her until both Fred and George nodded in approval. They watched eagerly as Lavender popped it in her mouth and began to chew. Swallowing, she was pleasantly surprised with the taste. Both Fred and George watched eagerly, not out of lust or desire, but rather genuine interest as to the reactions their products provided. Seeing their expectant looks, Lavender shrugged and added, "I… Don't feel all that different…"

"Takes a moment to kick in. Have some water. Fred, take some notes," George said, handing her a bottle of water as Fred leapt to find a notebook. Returning, the two of them watched Lavender with intent, the girl becoming a little unnerved by their stares until something clicked inside of her. Her lips suddenly parted as if she let out an intense moan. Throwing her head backwards, she pushed out her chest, taking a deep breath, a grin stretching over her face, "How do you feel…"

"Horny…. Unbelievably… unbelievably fucking horny… Oh my god… Oh, you boys! You really know how to get a girl going! Mmm… Fucking excellent!" Lavender grinned, leaning forwards. Her composed demeanour had completely changed, her lips curling into the most lecherous grin imaginable. Running her tongue along her lips, she locked eyes with both George and Fred, whose inquisitive stares turned to uncertainty as she leant forwards, her hands lunging forwards and grabbing them by the crotch, "So… Who's first? One of you can wait outside if you don't mind some sloppy seconds. Or are you the kind of brothers like don't mind getting up close and personal?"

"Erm… Fred… We… We promised her we wouldn't?" George groaned as Lavender raised her eyebrow, almost visibly salivating as she spread her legs slightly apart. The two twins looked down at her, able to see a distinct bulge growing between her legs, her cock evidently fighting to free itself from her panties.

"Yes, but her opinion on the matter as changed substantially," Fred replied, his own pleasurable moans tingling through his voice as Lavender's palms began to make more firm and intensive movements across both of their crotches, eager to get going, "The sweet makes you incredibly horny, but you are still in control. I'd wager she was simply hesitant about her true feelings towards us fucking her."

"Well, in that case, I would call this a resounding success…" George smirked, lifting a hand and high-fiving his brother, the two of them turning their gaze towards Lavender who was growing increasing agitated and restless, her cheeks now a deep dark red as she grew anxious to get going.

"Done talking? I've got two holes and you've got two cocks. Simple maths… I hope you're big…" Lavender groaned, dropping her hands from the boy's cocks and beginning to strip. Pulling her jumper over her head, she began to swiftly unbutton her shirt, missing one half-way down which prompted her to rip the garment open, pinging the stray button across the compartment. Breathing a sigh of relief, she took both twins by surprise as her breasts bounced free, unhampered by her choice to forgo a bra. Not caring about appearing sultry, she slipped her hips over the side of the seat and pulled her panties and skirt down, throwing them to the side and sitting there completely naked, her cock throbbing as pre-cum constantly leaked from the head of her cock. She looked on the verge of exploding into orgasm, with her cock seemingly twitching on its own. Not to mention her nipples were extremely pronounced, hardened beyond belief and begging to be devoured.

"In that case. Fred?" George grinned, turning to their stockpile of sweets as his brother hastily began to strip naked, managing to drop his shirt to the ground by the time George turned to him. Holding out a hand, George offered him a large jelly-bean. It took a moment, but Fred quickly caught on. Grabbing it, he held it in his hand with a perverse grin, "Down in one!"

The two twins began to chew on the jelly-beans, swallowing them as they pulled their clothes off. Being the first to strip naked, Fred dropped his boxers and exposed his hardened cock, much to Lavender's delight. Following in suit, George threw his clothes to the side, standing naked beside his brother. A little delirious due to her overwhelming hunger for the slabs of man-meat in front of her, she could have sworn that they were swelling even larger by the second. Noting Lavender's marvelled excitement, the two twins once again high-fived each other, giddy at the fact that Lavender was evidently revelling in their prized creation: endowment beans. A single jelly-bean for an added couple inches. This one they had been able to test extensively and were practically chomping at the bit to put into practice. Frankly, these were the ones that would make them millionaires. And, hopefully, veritable babe-magnets if Lavender's awe-inspired gaze was anything to go by.

Shifting forwards, she dropped down onto her knees between the two, her mind growing wild with the satisfaction of having two cocks in her hands. Besides, if she squinted enough, both Fred and George looked ever so similar to her beloved. With her hands wrapped around their engorged shafts, she began to jerk them off furiously, her horny natural translating into the swiftness of her movements. Grunting at first, both Fred and George winced at her unlubricated hands working their cocks at blistering pace, yet Lavender quickly rectified that. Leaning forwards, she swallowed Fred's tip, thrusting her lips forwards so fast that her tongue caught on the head of his cock as was pushed backwards into her throat causing her to gag, dribbling saliva over his cock. The heightened arousal translated into copious amounts of saliva being produced, the girl struggling to swallow it as she rectified her clumsy attempt to welcome Fred into her throat. Sliding her lips backwards, she repositioned her tongue and pushed her lips back down, swallowing his cock into her relatively untrained throat. Gagging and spluttering, saliva began to slip from her lips, rolling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. Not caring about her airpipe being plugged with cock, she impaled her throat continuously, pumping her lips along Fred's cock with hungry ferocity, pushing more saliva out of her mouth as she simply refused to swallow it, sending more and more saliva down her chin, strands stretching downwards. After five minutes, she was a gloriously sticky mess, able to collect a handful of spittle from her chin and use it to jerk George's cock with a slicker palm, the wet slaps of her hand working his cock filling the room. Moaning constantly, she growled with intense pleasure, her body brimming with desire and lust, begging for pleasure, yet seemingly contradicting her own desires with an overwhelming urge to suck on both their cocks. She wanted it all, wishing that this small compartment was filled with cocks so that her hands would never be empty of one. Or her mouth, ass, tits, elbows, thighs, stomach: every part of her being ground against by lovely man-meat.

With one of her hands no longer jerking Fred's cock and instead sitting with nothing to do, she spread her fingers with saliva and reached down behind herself to her cute little ass. Without hesitation, she spread her cheeks with her slickened digits and pushed three fingers inside of her arse. It had been a while since she had had anything in there, yet in that moment she wished that her fingers were thicker than they were. Layering groans on top of her grunts and growls, she flooded Fred's cock with sloppy slurps and the most delectable myriad of vibrations, all to the point that he needed a break. Pulling backwards, he staggered away, breathless and taken aback by the sheer animalistic wildness that had overcome the rather comely girl. Without thinking she wrapped her gaping lips around George's cock, enveloping him in the sloppy heaven that had proven too much for Fred to bear. Pumping her lips back and forth, she let saliva and pre-cum smear across George's cock, spittle connecting her hungry lips to the shining, glossy, dripping wet cock in front of her. Watching in awe, Fred began to lightly jerk himself off, finding his cock drenched in her saliva, the girl showing just how eager and desperate she was. In truth, neither twin expected this sort of reaction. Even after their personal tests. She was positively ravenous, choking herself with each of their cocks. Her cheeks were growing flustered as saliva smeared across them, her hair becoming even messier. Her breasts shimmered and glistened, and her sounds became loud enough that people in the corridor could invariably hear her. Yet Lavender couldn't have cared less. She needed the pleasure. If she didn't, she would explode. Pre-cum was dripping from her cock and her ass was begging for more.

Her second hand was now free, meaning that she could take her slickened digits and plunge them inside of herself as well. Managing to slip two fingers into her ass alongside the previous three, she began to move them in and out, pumping her ass with the thin morsels of flesh, wishing each of those fingers could be a cock. Stretching herself, she curled her fingers towards her prostate, not acknowledging the fact that she was on the verge of fisting herself, despite having been rather averse to taking stuff up her ass prior to that moment. Regardless, working her lips across George's cock, she let her howls of pleasure shudder along his veiny length, finally managing to wrestle with her throat enough to push her lips against his base, his heavy balls bathing in the saliva that coated her chin, her throat spasming and twitching around his cock, unable to settle itself. Had she been acting normally, she would have immediately pulled back, yet she willing subjected herself to the discomfort, finding it perversely enjoyable, her throat relishing the pleasure of being plugged completely, breathing through her nose whilst gagging wildly. Soon enough, George met the same fate as his brother, staggering backwards and jerking himself off, almost afraid of how quickly Lavender was bringing him to orgasm. Leaning backwards, she contorted in bliss, fingering herself faster and faster, moaning and pleading for pleasure. Glancing at one another, both Fred and George knew what she wanted. Deciding that they would take the lead on it, as opposed to letting Lavender go absolutely wild and streak out into the corridor in desperate and dire need of a good old-fashioned fuck, the twins got to work on what was ostensibly their signature move as a sex-duo.

Dropping onto the seat behind Lavender, Fred held his cock upwards, readying himself for her tight little ass. Lifting her up, George flipped her around to face Fred, prompting her to straddle the twin. Pulling her fingers from her arse, she grinned lustfully, knowing exactly what was about to happened. Guiding himself towards her entrance, Fred watched as Lavender slammed her hips downwards the moment his tip was in place, causing his slippery cock to carve between her cheeks, making for an immensely pleasurable sensation for him, but immense disappointment for her. Groaning, Lavender tried again, missing one more, only to have George hold her by the hips, allowing Fred to push himself inside and finally elicit the growl of pleasure from her that she so desperately deserved. Sinking downwards, she moaned happily, grinning madly with lust and saliva-streaked lips, only to gasp loudly as she felt George's cock-head nestling itself up against her entrance. Unable to hide her excitement, she giggled eagerly, leaning forwards and pressing her slippery tits up against Fred's chest, her slickened nipples rubbing against his skin, catching on his flesh and giving her massive quivers of pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks eagerly, she gaped her hole even further, waiting for that blissful moment when George angled his cock just right. To both the twins surprises, it didn't take that long. They felt her ass begin to stretch outwards, allowing George to continue pushing forwards, easing himself steadily into her asshole. The moment his tip found purchase within her ass, Lavender let out a delectable groan, pushing her hips backwards in a cock-hungry desperate attempt to get him inside of her faster. Seeing this, George felt obliged to provide her with what she wanted, prompting him to slam his hips forwards, his balls colliding with her ass, the resounding smack of his dripping wet cock sinking into her asshole filling the small compartment they were in. All three of them moaned in unison, pleasure gripping their bodies as their slick flesh was pressed together in a delectable sandwich of bodies. Moaning loudly, Lavender purred, "I love twins that are happy to get this close..."

Sharing a glance with one another, both Fred and George nodded at one another, knowing full well what they were about to do. Adjusting their position slightly, they shuffled towards the edge of the seat, allowing Fred to hang himself slightly over the edge. The new position meant that Fred could drop his hips downwards, pulling his cock out of Lavender's ass, meaning that his movement wasn't restricted, allowing both him and George to pound into Lavender's arse in the manner she was so desperate to enjoy. Not getting the change in position, Lavender's eyes rolled into the back of her head as the two twins drew their hips back in unison, suddenly emptying her ass of the sumptuous filling pleasure that two cocks provided, only to immediately slam back inside, overwhelming her senses with the polar opposite. Falling limply forwards, she mewled with pleasure, grinning as she clung to the seat, her ass being stretched in the most blissful way. The two twins grinned, content that their efforts were having the desired effect and happy to continued fucking her hard and fast. The friction of their saliva drenched cocks thrusting up against one another, all enveloped in the tight embrace of a very tight asshole; made for uniquely intense pleasure. Breathing heavily, the two began to work up a sweat, their bodies labouring intensely as the pumped Lavender full of as much cock as she could handle. Her hands still instinctively moved along the back of the seat, gripping the edge and stroking the soft fabric as if it were two cocks, her desperate desire being for more cocks. Her lips lightly parted, half hoping a third cock would appear from nowhere and silence her sweet moans with its thick, juicy meatiness. She was unfortunately denied that specific pleasure, her lips gleamed with saliva as her ass began to glow a bright red from George's impactful thrusts into her clutching little hole. To think their first ever customer would prove for such a resoundingly successful experience.

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"Right… You can do this… Remember… You promised yourself you would be more… Oh… Screw it…" Hermione sighed, staring herself down in the mirror. Her hand once again ran along the length of her cock, massaging It softly, yet doing her best not to arouse herself too much. The Prefect's meeting was mere moments away from beginning and she had taken the opportunity to nip to the bathroom. Standing, with her skirt and panties around her knees, her hand tracing the thin strip of hair that now marked her crotch, she remembered how she had wanted more thrills. To recapture the excitement of her summer and act upon it. She remembered that oppressive feeling of being trapped in the sexually unexciting confines of Grimauld Place and being denied the ability to do truly experimental stuff with Ron. Now that she was back in the world of Hogwarts, she simply couldn't wait. A part of her was worried that her conclusion about the stifling nature of Grimauld Place was incorrect and that the mundanity of her and Ron's sex-life was actually a serious problem with their relationship. In an effort to prove that that was not the case and that she simply needed a more exciting opportunity to reignite their perverse relationship, Hermione resolved to do something immensely kinky. Confident in her assertion, she reached down to her bag and procured a small black object. It was her butt-plug. She hadn't used it since she and Ron had spent some time alone in the Burrow following the Quidditch World Cup the previous year, but she dug it out specifically for this moment. Leaning forwards, she wrapped her lips around the bulbous plastic piece, her tongue working swiftly to lather saliva across its surface. Layering saliva back and forth, she carnally groaned as she did so, instinctive arousal igniting from using her tongue in such a manner. Losing herself from a moment, she plucked her gleaming lips from the toy and held the shimmering bulb in front of her. She horny. Aroused. Excited. It wasn't a problem with her and Ron's relationship. She was back in the sexual world she belonged in. And could explore it as readily as she had done the previous year.

"Hermione? The meeting's starting!" Ron called from the other side of the door, knocking politely at he did so. Startled, she reached behind herself and spread her plump ass cheeks apart, lowering the toy into place against her puckered hole. It was the perfect size in her mind, being slightly thicker than anything she had ever taken before. It took a little work to find the angle, but slowly she managed to ease the toy inside, stretching her puckered hole nice and wide. Slowly, her ring rolled over the thickest portion of the plastic, the toy getting enveloped swiftly, causing her to gasp as her asshole tightened around the handle, then toy sitting firmly inside of her. Breathing deeply, she let her ass cheeks bounce back into place, standing up straight as she did so. It was a curious feeling to say the least. Normally, she was used to her entire arse getting stretched whenever being fucked, so having her asshole be the only thing gaping itself was quite unusual. She swiftly discovered that even the slightest movement caused the toy to shift inside of her, sending shivering bursts of pleasure through her body. What pain she thought she was going to feel never came and instead, her body simply hungered for more. She wished the plug was a proper cock, shifting into her depths, filling her to the brim. Instead, it was simply teasing her, holding her on the verge of blissful satisfaction, whilst remaining incredibly pleasurable in and of itself. Conscious of time, she pulled her panties upwards, casting a quick spell to hide her bulge from sight, allowing her panties to sit flat against her crotch. The fabric pinched between her ass cheeks, hiking upwards and drawing the plastic plug deeper inside her, causing her to stagger slightly. Gathering herself, she pulled her skirt on, making sure that she was entirely presentable before leaving the small cubicle, tentatively testing the waters when it came to how swiftly and suddenly, she could move. Stifling a groan, she reached the Prefect's carriage and slipped inside, taking a deep breath as she looked around.

"Done jerking of in the bathroom, Granger?" a familiar venomous voice snapped, followed by murmurings of laughter from either side of the source. Blushing lightly, Hermione disregarded it as she saw Draco and Pansy snickering to themselves, the Slytherin Head Boy and Girl not bothering to reprimand them as everyone else sighed annoyedly. Not rising to it, she simply took her seat, shifting back and forth as the toy pushed further inside of her, seemingly swelling against her prostate. The change in position had thrust the toy firmly against the sensitive bead of flesh, prompting her to bite her lip as she stifled any outburst of pleasure, instead quietly listening to what was expected of her as a Prefect. She couldn't deny the inherent excitement twisting inside her as she listened. Pleasure was welling inside her ass whilst she sat there, with everyone completely unaware of building bliss rising in her body. Glancing left and right, Hermione began to softly rock her hips back and forth, shifting slightly in her seat, her eyes widening as the pressure in her ass shifted as well. The bulbous tip of the plug rubbed and rutted against her prostate, creating a slow and tender massaging sensation. It was utterly enthralling. Watching the people's faces around the table, all of them blissfully unaware of her cock throbbing between her thighs, her asshole singing with sumptuous pleasure. It all compounded, pushing her towards an orgasm. The pleasure had become so intense that she felt as if she could bring herself to a proper orgasm, right then and there, despite it only having been five minutes. Biting her lip, she grew more and more ravenous, blotting out the information she was being told, and instead almost becoming utterly embroiled in her own fantasy pleasure.

"Hermione…" a voice said rather loudly to her left, causing her to stir from her momentary lapse in focus. As her cheeks went even redder, she looked around the table, expecting everyone to be looking at her judgementally and for all of them to be aware of what had taken over her. Preparing for utter embarrassment, she was instead met with everyone's gaze looking past her and to the person on her left. Turning left, she saw Padma Patil, looking back at her softly before finishing her sentence, "… And I will take the first shift. Does that work for you?"

"Erm… Yes, of course. A good idea," Hermione stammered, collecting herself and smiling softly back at her, unable to ignore the unmistakable smirk stretched across Padma's face. With that said, the Head Boy leading the meeting stood up and thanked them for attending, before disappearing from the carriage. One by one, the Prefects and other Heads left as well, leaving Hermione and Padma sat alone in the room, the former of which was struggling to maintain her composure. As soon as the door shut, she finally relented.

"Wow… Granger? I didn't expect you to be getting up to that in a Prefect's meeting. I would have thought you'd be as serious as anything!" Padma exploded, turning to look at Hermione, the bushy-haired girl's cheeks going a magnificent shade of red as she bowed her head nervously.

"I don't know what you're talking about…" Hermione blushed, trying to remain as composed as possible as Padma looked at her with lecherous expectation. Unbeknownst to Hermione, Padma had completely read the situation. Slow methodical movements, soft and laboured breathing, biting of her lower lip… All too familiar territory.

"Oh, of course. You were just riding that chair like cock for the hell of it. You have to tell me what it is. Come on?" Padma asked, shifting her seat slightly closer to Hermione, trying to catch Hermione's eye-line as the brunette did everything she could to shrink out of the conversation.

"I… I… I…" she stuttered, half hoping that people would come back into the room, despite her elation when they finally left. The fact that Padma was being so forward about it despite the fact that they had barely ever talked was even more unnerving. Then again, she was the one that wore a butt-plug to a Prefect Meeting.

"Oh, come on. I bailed you out. I deserve it. If I hadn't snapped you out of it when you did, there would be streaks of white across the entire table," Padma giggled, revelling in the uncertain look on Hermione's face, "I didn't read the entire handbook, but I'd wager that's reason enough to lose your prefect badge. So, come on. What is it?"

"A… A… It's a butt-plug…" she breathed, looking away from Padma as the Indian girl's eyes widen and her mind exploded in fifteen different directions. There was a momentarily silence, followed by a deep breath inwards before Padma finally spoke.

"Ah! Hermione Granger just said butt plug? Am I dreaming?" she exclaimed, far too loudly for Hermione's liking. Rising to her feet, Hermione tried to walk away, but staggered slightly as she winced, bending ever so slightly forwards, enough that her modest skirt flashed the curve of her thigh, a salacious sight that encouraged Padma.

"Why would you be dreaming about that?" Hermione breathed, taking another bold step forwards before stopping entirely, quite unable to move with an overwhelming burst of pleasure surging through her body, "Never mind. I'm going to go take it out and we'll go patrol…"

"At least let me see it then?" Padma asked, a little bolder than she wanted. Reaching forward, she lightly tugged on the hem of Hermione's skirt, not actually pulling it up or down, but giving Hermione enough of a startle that she staggered backwards, letting out a distinct moan of intense pleasure as she did so, "Oh, don't give me that look. What's a flash between friends? Is it one of the ones with a tail? Oh, that would be a sight!"

"Frie…" Hermione began, a little startled that Padma would so instantly use the word friend. In truth, Hermione had always thought that Padma judged her somewhat. Her bookish endeavours seemed to… alienate her from people like Padma. Yet, here she was being as friendly as ever. Shaking the thought from her head, she reaffirmed her stance, "I'd rather not."

"Fine. Come on. We should go get ready to patrol," Padma ultimately relented, doing so as quickly as she had begun to push the subject. Rising to her feet, she went for the door, only to stop and turn around with a rather mischievous smile on her face, "Oh… Hermione… I don't think you'll have time to take it out. After all… We have to immediately begin our shift…"

With that, Padma bounced eagerly out of the room, leaving Hermione to wobble after her, clinging to the walls as the two made their way steadily along the carriage corridor. It was hard enough to walk through the train as it was moving, with the carriages often jostling around and resulting in uneven footing yet doing so with a butt-plug fixed inside of her was even harder. Padma led the way from the Prefects carriage at the end of the train into the next carriage, holding the door open as Hermione shuffled inwards, focusing on her breathing as her cock throbbed. It wasn't the discomfort, but the near constant pleasure being pressed into her body. Her cock was straining uncomfortably against her panties, with pre-cum soaking through the fabric. Her arousal was peaking to the point that she was feeling the very fringes of her orgasm beginning to rear its head. As the two of them approached the first compartment, Hermione couldn't help but think that this would all be much, much easier to manage if she was able to orgasm just once. If the tension arising from the pleasure could be relieved, Hermione may have happily stridden up and down the train without issue. It was the fact that even the slightest bit of pleasure was added on top of a mountain of existing and unrelieved pleasure, only serving to make it all the more intensely uncomfortable. It reminded Hermione of that uncomfortable tightness that came from not orgasming in a few days; a feeling she had been all too familiar with over the start of the holidays. She didn't expect it to return to her so easily, however, Hermione reminded herself that an orgasm was very close at hand. She just had to get through this patrol. If she got through it, Ginny, Ron or Harry would happily unload her, and she would be able to relax. If only there was a way for her to casually reach beneath her skirt, into her panties and remove the plug. Unfortunately for her, the carriages were packed and doing so would be more humiliating for her than just awkwardly staggering through as a pleasure-consumed mess.

"Just a moment, Hermione. I need to grab something…" Padma smiled devilishly, pulling open the next compartment door and stepping inside. It took a moment for Hermione to catch up and step inside, at which point she was met with the sight of Parvati and Padma wrapped in one another's arms, sharing a perversely intimate look with one another. They appeared on the verge of a kiss when Hermione rounded the corner, yet the moment that Hermione appeared in front of them, Parvati practically leapt away from her sister, blushing intensely as she put on a prim and proper appearance in front of Hermione.

"Hi Hermione. Sorry about that. We were just…" Parvati mumbled awkwardly, feeling intensely embarrassed about being caught doing something even remotely sexual in front of someone like Hermione. Even though Parvati knew that Hermione must have been sexually active, she simply couldn't look at the bookish girl in that kind of light. It was part of the reason why Padma was so utterly ecstatic to discover the butt-plug in the first place. It was like finally pulling back the curtain, "How was your summer?"

"Good. It was good. What about…" Hermione breathed, her hands clinging to the frame of the compartment door, a thin layer of sweat on her brow as she tried her best to retain as much composure as possible. Parvati immediately picked up on the out of place behaviour but was quickly distracted as she watched her twin sister pull out a small wooden box from her bag. Parvati recognised it instantly and was surprised as to why Padma would be taking that particular toy of theirs out. Especially at time like this.

"Padma? What do you need that for?" she asked, trying to hide her perverse amusement from Hermione. Parvati felt obliged to almost remain as prudish as possible around Hermione, not wanting to say anything particularly salacious. As such, she never really connected with Hermione despite sharing a dorm with her. After all, the best way to connect with a friend at Hogwarts was with intense and sweaty sex.

"I'll tell you later, but trust me, there has never been a more appropriate moment to use it," Padma smirked, leaning forwards and stealing a quick kiss from Parvati, a kiss that caused Parvati to blush from such an intense rush of embarrassment. Giggling, Padma led the way out of the compartment, bouncing eagerly as she called out, "Come on Hermione. Plenty of patrolling to do…"

"Right. I'll… see you around Parvati… Merlin's beard that's…" Hermione groaned, turning around, and sliding out of the compartment, clinging to the walls as she followed Padma down the corridor. Her ass was beginning to ache from such prolonged use. Having something stretching and sitting within her ass for so long was starting to have its toll on her. The lubrication she had used to ease it inside was beginning to dwindle, making each shift of the toy all the more uncomfortable. Hermione was simply unable to share in Padma's giddy enthusiasm, with the Ravenclaw practically skipping up and down the carriage with wanton abandon, always turning back to stifle giggles of perverse delight at Hermione's struggle. She felt a little bad for the girl, but Padma couldn't hide the fact that she found it erotic as fuck to see Hermione contorting in such a twisting form of pleasure. The quivers running along Padma's cock betrayed just how enthusiastic she was towards seeing Hermione cast in such a kinky light. Hermione Granger wearing a butt-plug! It was scandalous. It was hot. It downright fucking brilliant, Padma thought. Of all the people to wear a butt-plug to a prefect meeting, it was Hermione Granger!

The half an hour patrol along the entirety of the Hogwarts Express was taking its toll on Hermione. Presumably on purpose, Padma was eagerly marching from compartment to compartment, speeding along whenever possible, yet always lingering to chat with each group of students for long enough that Hermione grew more and more uncomfortable. Walking too quickly meant that the butt-plug lodged in her arse shifted back and forth yet lingering in the same position for too long allowed the toy to settle and stretch her out. Still, Hermione did everything in her power to muster up her composure, following Padma along and talking chirpily with new students, introducing herself, only to be on the verge of collapse by the time they moved to the next compartment. Her cock was fighting against her panties, threatening to tear through the fabric as pre-cum soaked the garment. Seemingly always on the edge of orgasm, she fought to maintain her dignity. Finally, Padma relented in their Prefectorial Duties, suggesting they take a toilet break. Eager to take the toy out, she was beaten to the punch as Padma ducked inside, taking an excruciatingly long time. Shifting back and forth, Hermione did everything she could to find that perfect sweet spot in which she could come to ignore the large knob of plastic plunged into her rear end, yet despite her best efforts, she simply couldn't. Knocking on the door to the toilet, Hermione whimpered, "Are you almost done in there?"

"Yep! Sorry. Took a little long! Just coming out the now," Padma called out, flushing the toilet and quickly appearing at the door. Before Hermione went in, she stopped her, smiling softly and with a hint of sympathy, whilst remaining a lecherous tease, she said, "We've got fifteen minutes left and still have a couple carriages to go. Do you think you could hold it?"

"I swear to…" Hermione muttered beneath her breath, composing herself before following after Padma. As they dipped into the next carriage, Padma stumbled slightly, dropping her bag. As she bent over to pick it up, her skirt hiked up slightly and Hermione couldn't help but stare hungrily. She had been perpetually held on the verge of orgasm for so long that the merest flash of sexually suggestive flesh was enough to get her properly randy. The fact that she couldn't see Padma's underwear despite the curve of her Indian arse being plainly displayed only served to make Hermione hornier. Standing upright, Padma apologised before moving on to the next compartment. Knocking politely on the door, she pulled the door open, only to gasp suddenly.

"I'm sorry!" Padma squealed as she looked inside, seeing a duo of half-naked people driving into one another. Screaming suddenly, Hannah Abbott lunged to cover her breasts as she failed to cease her constant riding motions, easing her ass down onto Justin Finch-Fletchley's cock. Both Hermione and Padma stood in the doorway, watching the blonde writhe in pleasure whilst also yelling at them to leave. Her jumper was lifted up to expose her breasts, with her shirt unbuttoned, her Hufflepuff tie falling between her rather sizable breasts; plumper and juicier than any Hermione had seen at Hogwarts. Her skirt was the only garment on the floor, with her panties having been peeled to the side to allow for Justin's cock to enter her. Despite being intruded upon, Justin found himself so embroiled in fucking Hannah that he couldn't have cared about the voyeuristic leers coming from the doorway. Regardless, Hermione quickly pulled Padma way before she herself became to aroused by the sight, the plug in her ass only serving to encourage her to join in. As the door slid shut, Padma giggled before turning to Hermione, "It seems you're not the only perverted Prefect around…"

Groaning, Hermione followed Padma to the next compartment, knocking and entering to find Susan Bones sitting quietly on her own, reading. Despite that, her cheeks were a flush red, further exasperated by the two Prefect's entering. Smiling, Hermione took the opportunity to sit down, wincing at her butt-plug jutted painfully into her, "Hi, Susan. How was your summer?"
"It was alright. Pretty typical. Mum's been busy at the ministry so tried to spend as much time with her as possible. Looking forward to…" Susan began, only to stop mid-way through her sentence as audible squeals and gasps of delight echoed through the wall. Despite their wall between them, they could hear each moan of pleasure reverberating through Hannah's voice as she fucked Justin, grunting, and moaning in equal measure. Clearing her throat and going even redder, Susan finished, "Looking forward to school? I heard you two are Prefects now."

"Yeah. We're on patrol at the moment. Checking up and introducing ourselves," Padma explained, unable to hide the smile on her face. Glancing over at Hermione, she watched the girl shifting back and forth in her seat, the butt-plug adjusting itself inside of her and pleasuring her even more. It was truly orgasmic to watch Hermione Granger, the teacher's pet know it all, squirming due to having a butt-plug up her ass.

"Well, don't let me keep you. I've got… Plenty to keep myself entertained. No! Busy. Busy. Plenty to be busy with," Susan explained, clarifying herself out of fear the two of them would presume listening to her two fellow Hufflepuff's going at it was enjoyable for her.

"Right…" Padma smirked, gesturing to Hermione, and watching her shuffle out into the corridor with immense glee. The rest of the compartments were comparatively plain, with first years and groups of un-salacious individuals simply welcoming them politely. Hannah and Justin had by no means been the first to be caught in the act. They were merely the only ones that didn't have the good sense to lock the door. Several times Padma and Hermione could hear the familiar rhythmic sounds of sex through the thin sliding doors, or even got a sneak peek through a poorly adjusted set of blinds, yet Hannah was the first they openly walked into. They wouldn't be the last, however. Reaching the very last carriage, the pushed into another compartment and stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes wide with complete and utter shock, "Oh my god…"

The sight of Lavender Brown pinned between the two Weasley twins, their cocks slamming into her gaping ass, whilst Lavender fought to not drool over the two of them was quite the spectacle indeed. Her saliva smeared face, rippling with pleasure as her ass was stuffed with two surprisingly thick cocks was utterly divine. Despite Padma's outburst, the three of them remained oblivious to the two voyeurs in the doorway, with the both of them simply watched as Lavender allowed her ripe little ass to be defiled in such a spectacular and surreal way. Unable to help herself, Hermione dropped a hand beneath her skirt, lightly massaging the bulge in her panties, the orgasmic sight becoming the straw that broke her feigned reservations. Padma barely even noticed Hermione's flagrant display and instead watched with utter delight as one of her closest friends had her ass stretched in ways that she had repeatedly denied her and Parvati doing. A part of Padma wanted to take a picture as evidence or to enjoy the pleasure-consumed sight of Lavender's drooling face as the pleasure overwhelmed her thin body, her hair ruffled and her entire appearance looking well and truly fucked. Stepping back, Padma finally noticed Hermione's hand and absolutely went giddy. Pinching herself to ensure that she wasn't dreaming, she watched as Hermione Granger jerked off to her friend getting double-teamed and exploded internally as she did so.

"Fuck!" Lavender squealed as her cock came between her stomach and Fred's. Her cock shudder and spilt a sizable orgasm forth, sending several streams of cum flying along her breasts and Fred's chest, with a couple strands even landing on both of their faces. With Lavender having cum, the two twins relented, with Fred cumming deep into Lavender's ass whilst George took the opportunity to provide her round ass with a fitting sticky tribute. Pumping her rear end full of cum, Fred allowed his cock to slowly deflate, cum eventually leaking from her ass as his cock slipped out and no longer remained as a functional stopper to the torrent. Meanwhile, George slapped his cock against her soft cheeks, driving his length against them until he came, painting her creamy flesh with an equally creamy load, coating her round cheeks in his seed, before breathlessly staggering backwards, collapsing onto the floor as Lavender rolled to the side, a complete and utter mess. Despite her current state, she was able to wipe her chin, the effects of the sweets steadily wearing off as she looked Fred deep in eye and said, "I'll take a packet of those sweets. They'll do the trick."

Quickly ducking out before they were seen, Padma and Hermione quickly checked the last few empty compartments before stopping to talk, Padma's grin stretching across her entire face, "Well… I didn't expect that from Lav. She's always been more of a top when it comes to specific people. But I suppose… Red hair makes her wild…"

"Yeah… Are we done?" Hermione groaned, slumping against the wall, almost completely and utterly defeated. Smirking, Padma clapped her on the shoulder and nodded, giving Hermione some modicum of relief. She no longer had to compose herself as the friendly, helpful prefect, all the while battling her butt-plug.

"Eager to find a friend, eh? I won't stop you. You know this was surprisingly fun, Granger. I never would have thought you'd be as… outgoing towards these things. If you… if you ever want… Well. Don't be a stranger?" Padma smiled with a strange earnest nature. Making her way along the carriage, Padma got the end and turned, calling out to Hermione once again, "Granger!"

Confused, Hermione looked towards her. Looking away from her, Padma reached behind herself, hiked up her skirt to reveal her pantiless rear end. Yet, to Hermione's surprise, her lack of underwear was not the most interesting thing. Instead, Padma spread her ass slightly apart to reveal a small string leading out from her puckered asshole, attached to a bulb of plastic. Grabbing it, Padma pulled it backwards slightly, causing a bulbous plastic bead to stretch her asshole and pop outwards, another string revealing a chained series of plastic beads lodged inside Padma's asshole. Lowering her skirt, she giggled before moving to the next carriage, leaving Hermione in shock. No wonder Padma had taken so long in the bathroom. Here she was thinking that it was done to spite her when it reality it was done in order to… relate to her. The confusion didn't last long as Hermione straightened up. Suddenly, the compartment which housed the Weasley Twins opened and Lavender stepped out, now fully clothed yet completely dishevelled. She clutched in her hand a plastic bag of sweets. Fixing herself up as much as she could, she left, eager to put a fair distance between her and the place of her salacious activities, completely unaware of Hermione's knowledge. Knowing full well that those sweets were something worth investigating, Hermione brushed it aside and staggered her way along the carriages, eager to get to Ginny, Harry and Ron's compartment and the deserved relief she had most definitely earned.

Staggering her way back along the train, Hermione under-estimated just how tricky it would be to re-trace her steps with that butt-plug bouncing around within her. How did Padma so easily walk up and down the train without so much as a misstep. Even leaning up against a wall caused the rickety shudder of the travelling train to shiver through her body and cause the toy to quiver incessantly within her. She should have waited until Hogwarts to begin her more experimental sexual phase with Ron like she had planned. She had just been so excited to be out of the confines of Grimauld Place and felt a little annoyed that she had to sit through a Prefect's meeting whilst Ginny and Harry descended into all manners of perverse depravity. She couldn't have waited. And now, she couldn't wait any longer to pull this toy out of her quivering, pleasured ass. As she neared the next toilet, she pulled the door sharply open, only to stagger sharply backwards as she was met with the sight of Pansy Parkinson balls deep inside of a third-year, the boy seemingly grinning like a pleasure-drunk fool as Pansy pulled his ass back onto her cock. Turning to Hermione, Pansy sneered, slamming the door shut and locking it, leaving Hermione to stumble the remainder of the train back to the compartment, her cock unable to take much more. Had she not been distracted; she would have questioned why Pansy was eliciting such an intense reaction from the boy she was fucking. After all, Hermione knew full well that Pansy's natural cock-size was only about three to four inches. Not enough to make anyone a quivering mindless idiot. Furthermore, she would have questioned why the boy's ass was so stretched by such a small cock. Or had she been particularly perceptive, she would have noticed the familiar shimmering band of metal wrapped snugly around the base of Pansy Parkinson's cock. However, in her pleasure delirious state, she didn't pick up on any of it, leaving Pansy to her merciless ravaging of the helpless drooling boy.

WARNING: DUB CON

(Light abuse of authority into slight enjoyment)

"Keep looking forwards for fuck's sake," Pansy grunted, grabbing the third year by the back of their head, and forcing their face forwards, keeping her hand wrapped through their loose hair as she did so. Slamming her hips forwards, she let out a deep growl of pleasure, the boy's pert ass cheeks thrust firmly against her shaven crotch her, cock submerged deep in their tight, almost virgin arse. Breathing deeply, she savoured the euphoria of having her cock wrapped up in such a tight hole, every inch of her length being massaged by the clutching depths of the submissive boy, his legs quivering beneath him as he was forced to take all fourteen inches of her magically enhanced cock. The ring wrapped around the base of her cock elongated her normally pitiful length, making her cock a mammoth slab of meat that any loose cock-slut would struggle taking inside of them; let alone the meek third year Slytherin she had forced into the toilet under suspicion of a rule violation. Terrified of the Prefect's power, he begrudgingly dropped his trousers, allowing her to fondle and play with his hole, all the while promising that he simply needed to be reminded of his place. Assuming this was all some humiliating joke, he submitted, only to feel the monstrous head of her freshly unveiled cock against his puckered hole. What few stammering words he muttered in protest were lost on Pansy as she drove her hips forwards and un-mercilessly, spreading his unfathomably tight asshole and rolling it down her thick and juicy length. She had to hold his hips upright In order to keep him standing as he clung limply to the walls for support, the girl not caring as she simply savoured her first fuck of the year. Despite having secured the Ring at the end of the previous year, she had been unable to use it until now. With Draco's consistent insistence that he only every fuck her asshole, all she was able to do was wear the ring and slowly begin to covet the new length she had acquired, only to resort to removing it whenever Draco wanted to fuck her, plunging her back into the disappointing pathetic reality of her three inch cock-let.

"Merlin's… Beard…" the third-year quiver, gritting his teeth as his prostate was crushed time and time again. Thrusting into him rather clumsily, Pansy still needed to get used to her enlarged length. Regardless, she still pounded herself forwards, relishing the spasms shuddering through the boy's ass. Her Prefect badge came with many perks, she thought, wondering just how far she could take this boy's minor misdemeanour. Dreaming that he would become a slavering cock-slut, submitting to her magnificent length, worshipping her cock with avid fascination, Pansy ultimately became momentarily lost in the haze, only to snap back in time to reprimand him once more.

"What did I say about talking?" Pansy growled, slamming her hips forwards, her balls smacking into the third's year's sack, sending a burst of pain through his body as her heavier sack bounced in place. Grabbing his head by the hair, she tugged it backwards, sharply, and painfully, staring into his empty pleasure-ridden eyes. The overwhelming sensations of such a large length were overriding his other senses, rendering him a quivering, stammering mess, his cock leaking pre-cum continuously along his thigh.

"So… Big…" he groaned, pleasing Pansy as he commented on her glorious length. Letting go of his head, she grabbed his hips and began to pump wildly, spurred on by the murmurs he was making in regard to her length. That warm encouragement prompted her to fuck him harder and faster, spitting onto her cock to lube him even further, eager to fill him to the brim with her seed. It was safe to say that she wasn't going to be lasting very long, but she still milked every possible moment as best she could.

"That's better you little fuck-slut… Beg for my cock…" she breathed, hammering forwards a couple more times before groaning happily. With her crotch pressed against his ass, she unleashed a torrent of cum, the spray being equally enhanced by the magical ring wrapped around her base. Humming in delight, she felt her cum pour from the tip, reaching the very depths of his tight hole and beginning to be forced back down her length, coating her shaft until drizzles began to roll from his asshole. Filled to the brim, she slowly pulled backwards, savouring each inch of her softened cock slipping out from inside of him. Being magically enhanced by the ring, her softened cock was also fourteen inches long, yet lacked the firm rigidity from moments before. Yet, as she grabbed paper towels to clean herself up, the simple friction of her hand against her cock brought her right back and raring to go. Cleaned up, she begrudgingly grabbed the ring at her base, sighing as she eased it down and along her length. The moment it came clear of her tip, her cock shrunk down to its usual shrivelled disappointment. Pulling her panties and skirt back into place, she tucked the ring into her pocket, not wanting anyone to know she had it.

"So… So… So… Bi…Bbb…ggg…" the boy murmured, drawing her attention towards him. The third year had collapsed onto the floor of the toilet, slumped up against the wall with a listless look in his eye. Pansy could have sworn he was drooling, yet she didn't bother to check. His asshole, still agape, leaked her plentiful load onto the floor, the boy's cock still twitching of its own accord, drizzling his own cum out onto his thigh. Smirking, she left him, content with her handiwork, and almost eager to witness the humiliating discovery that the next person who needed the restroom would discover.

DUB CON CONTENT OVER

(Summary: Pansy, wearing the Ring Of Cock Enhancement, uses her Prefect Authority to fuck a younger Slytherin. Removes Ring when going to meet Draco)

Leaving the bathroom after making sure no one would see her doing so, Pansy made her way along the carriage, watching as someone went to go to the restroom. Not sticking around to see the aftermath, she ducked into her carriage, smiling softly as she spotted Draco gazing out the window. Crabbe and Goyle sat facing him, engaged in a game of exploding snap, barely even noticing as she entered. Sliding down next to Draco, she rested her head on his shoulder, a hand laying on his thigh. Turning to face her, he smiled. The drama that had embroiled the two of them towards the end of their fourth year had somewhat subsided. No longer treating Pansy as the whore who betrayed him, Draco had discovered a newfound softness for the girl following their separation over the summer. Pansy took it to be that the isolation the two experienced had rekindled his true feelings for her, yet the truth was a little more… unsavoury. After all, Draco's only sexual experiences over the summer had been tied to familial duties and the continued visits to the sordid cells of Azkaban. With that, it made sense he would welcome someone over whom he had control over, "Excited to get to Hogwarts, sweetie? We can finally be alone…"

"Yes… Though, I don't know what being alone would get us…" Draco said, his words confusing to Pansy. Assuming he was being playful, Pansy giggled, running her hand along his thigh and hooking it upwards with clear and obvious intent.

"Oh, you know. We could do some catching up… Make up for lost time…" she smiled salaciously, grabbing his crotch with a hunger, feeling his cock stir beneath her grasp. Smirking, Draco spread his legs slightly, giving her more space to grope and pull at his length, gently massaging it through the fabric of his trousers, allowing his length to grow along one of his trouser legs, standing proudly against the garment.

"And why would we need to be alone for that…" Draco asked, turning expectantly towards her. The look of expectancy was surprising for Pansy as she glanced towards Crabbe and Goyle, conscious of their admittedly oblivious presence.

"Because I want you all to myself…" she purred intimately, not stopping her gentle massage, perhaps ignorant of the fact that she was beginning something that Draco fully expected her to finish there and then. Had she caught onto that; she would have abstained in her promiscuous suggestions.

"I don't expect you to take care of Crabbe or Goyle," Draco said simply, reaching a hand down to his belt and slowly unbuckling it. Popping the button at the front of his trousers, he grabbed Pansy's hand and lifted it to his stomach, allowing her to slide her hand downwards and into his boxers.

"I'd… I'd rather not…" she stammered, not wanting to be reduced to a collection of holes in front of Draco's friends. The look on Draco's face turned stern as her hand lingered on his belly, uncertain as to whether or not to commit to what her beloved wanted.

"Why? I thought you'd missed me. Go on. Prove it…" he ordered, lifting a hand to her cheek and running his thumb along her lower lip, breathing heavily as he envisioned the pleasures of her tight throat. The intention was clear and despite her distaste for the two bull-headed Slytherin's presence, she found herself desperate for the affection that Draco seemingly held so tantalisingly close. She wanted to taste him, to feel him swell within her throat, his balls churning to provide her with a sticky reward. She had spent her summer dreaming of it. So, who was she to say no to what both she and Draco both wanted. Regardless of the circumstances.

"Of course sweetie…" Pansy smiled, glancing one last time at Crabbe and Goyle before sliding down onto the floor. Shuffling between his legs, she reached up and began to pull his zipper down, watching as Draco's attention turned back towards the shifting vistas that passed the train window. Eager to draw his attention back with her oral skills, she rolled his trousers and boxers down far enough to expose his manhood, his pale throbbing cock standing at attention, a single bead of pre-cum beginning to roll down the crest of his cock, shimmering in its tasty glisten. Wrapping a hand around his cock, she felt his warmth and shivered. Licking her lips, her cheeks turned a light shade of red, the lingering presence of the two blockheads getting under her skin. Regardless, she quickly leant forwards, starting her blowjob was a soft and intimate kiss against his bulbous tip. Expecting him to look down, she was disappointed when he avoided eye contact. Hooking her tongue around the curved edges of his cock-head, she lapped at the sensitive flesh, suckling, and gorging herself on the pre-cum that dribbled free, the taste warming her soul. The hunger began to grow inside of her, her own cock beginning to swell and throb, begging to once again be enveloped in a tight puckered asshole, yet knowing that such a likelihood was impossible right now. Salivating hungrily, she drooled over his cock, moaning around his pulsating sensitive flesh, growing eager for more of his rigid length to stuff itself into her mouth. Yet, he barely even moaned.

Ignoring the disappointing reaction, Pansy simply began to move her lips back and forth, leaving behind a glimmering shine as she suckled on his cock. Her instinctive reactions were a little rusty, with her oral abilities having stagnated over the period of the summer, yet that didn't stop her from religiously worshipping his cock with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Growling hungrily with her mouth full, she did everything she could to coax Draco's seemingly disinterested stare down to her sumptuous blowjob. Soft grunts of satisfaction occasionally escaped his lips, yet he seemed nothing but content with aimlessly watching the scenery roll past as his girlfriend catered to his cock with her slick throat. Eager to impress, she worked swiftly, her hand moving in tandem with her lips, following her mouth inch by inch, ensuring that his cock was lavished with as much pleasurable friction as possible. What few gags that shuddered from deep in her throat were quickly brushed aside, with Pansy not caring about her glistening chin and instead allowing the slickness to make for a comfortable place for Draco's balls to rest, his churning orgasm pulsating from within his heavy sack. As Pansy closed her eyes, she liked to envision that Draco hadn't dared touch himself all summer and that the load twisting inside of his balls was pent-up from the last time that they lay together. As outlandish as it was, it was infinitely arousing to her; the prospect that Draco would be so devoted as to save every last drop of his entire summer for this moment so that he could pump her throat full of it. Slowly, she began to feel her cock rising between her thighs, steadily hardening as more quivers of pleasure arose. She had forgotten the simple satisfaction of having a cock in her throat, pumping, and pounding into her tightness. Well, pumping and pounding as much as she could. It seemed Draco was hesitant even to grab her by the hair and throat-fuck her. Frankly, such a thing would have been more reassuring for Pansy than the quiet passive acknowledgement.

Distracting herself with such thoughts, Pansy simple wrote it off as Draco being unwilling to display such vibrant emotion in front of his friends, whose game of snap had ground to a halt as they stared leeringly at her as she worked on Draco's cock. Neither of them dared join in or even pass comment, simply staring in awed silence at the most erotic sight they had seen in a long time. Bobbing her head up and down, Pansy's hand grew slicker, allowing her to pluck her lips from his length, breathing deeply as she moaned aloud, looking up at Draco with lust, her hand speeding wildly along his shaft. Slowly, Draco turned back around to look down at her, prompting Pansy to giggle as she sped her hand up even faster, stroking him as swiftly as her wrist would allow. Before she knew it, she felt a hand around the back of her head and her lips were suddenly pushed forwards, Draco's cock clumsily jutting against her lips. Grunting suddenly, she felt his length force itself back inside, taking her immediately by surprise, a mouthful of saliva being forced out from between her lips, steadily trickling down her chin, clinging to her skin as she gagged profusely around his cock. As soon as he was sheathed back inside her tight depths, his hand abandoned its position and his gaze returned to looking fondly out of the window. Blushing slightly at the response, Pansy began to simply service his cock once more, not bothering with the salacious attempts to entice Draco into a more emotional response. Doing as she was bid, she let her chin get smeared with more spittle, her face becoming a mess as her cheeks grew more and more flustered. Letting her throat do most of the work, she rested her hands against Draco's neatly trimmed base and pumped her throat along his cock, savouring the bulging width of each inch, knowing full well that would be the only personal satisfaction she received in that moment.

As soon as she returned to slavering over his cock, she felt his balls beginning to seize against her chin, his tip twitching occasionally within the depths of throat. Not slowing up, she continued to work, pumping her lips along his cock, expecting him to erupt at any moment and provide her with the reward she had so lovingly worked for. It took a little longer before Draco's cock finally began to spurt out his load, splashing several beads of cum out onto Pansy's tongue. Moaning loudly as she tasted him, she swiftly swallowed it down, her tongue running circles across the pulsating head of his cock, happily expecting to have her mouth filled with the substance. To her surprise and disappointment, a single strand was all that he could supply, with the last dribble leaking into her mouth as his cock began to soften. Almost immediately, Pansy's fantasy of this being Draco's pent-up summer load was completely obliterated, causing her to pluck her lips from his deflated cock in equally deflated disappointment. Regardless, she savoured and swallowed what she had been given, watching as Draco tucked himself back into his trousers, seemingly content with her performance. Remaining on her knees, she watched as Draco turned to her, a hand reaching down and cupping her cheek, his thumb running along her lower lip. Pansy's heart began to race as she anticipated a kiss, her mind running wild as Draco seemingly abandoned his refrainment and looked at her with passionate intent. Draco had never once kissed her following a blowjob, always insisting she go brush her teeth before they do anything like that, yet as she knelt there, her chin gleaming, her cheeks a little puffy and her throat well and truly fucked, she began to wonder if he would break that rule for then and there.

"Go clean yourself up. You look like a mess," he sighed, pulling away and returning to look out the window. A little disappointed, Pansy sighed and clambered up to her feet, readjusting her skirt as she turned towards the door. As quickly as anything, Crabbe and Goyle looked back at their game, receiving a disgusted grunt from Pansy as she caught the end of their lecherous staring. Stepping towards the door, she bowed her head as she wiped her chin the best she could. Not wanting to be seen with saliva dripping from her chin, she made her way quickly to the bathroom, stopping as she entered the carriage. There were a few girls giggling as they walked past, causing her to stop in panic, thinking that they had seen her. Instead, they were looking towards the open toilet cubicle, and the slumped figure that remained bent collapsed on the floor, lightly snoring. As the girls left, Pansy approached with a smirk, admiring her handiwork. Lightly squeezing her crotch, she felt her shrunken cock hardened beneath her panties. Looking up and down the carriage, she ensured that she was alone before stepping inside, pulling the door closed and latching it. Reaching into her pocket, she retrieved the ring, dropped her skirt and panties, and prepared herself for her fun. If Draco wasn't going to provide her with the satisfaction she deserved, then she'd just find it herself. Still gaping, she positioned the boy, her cock swelling to a girthy fourteen inches; ready for round two.

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"Won whasth a wemarwknly fwesshhhy wbwum…" Luna said, her voice once again muffled. Her lips were stretched around the base of Ron's cock, her tongue curling around his shaft, licking at what flesh she could whilst his cock was submerged in her gullet. Standing upright, Ron had Luna between his legs gorging herself on his length. He was standing with a foot either side of Ginny's hips, his sister on all fours happily bouncing her round, juicy ass backwards onto Luna's length, eagerly returning the favour from earlier as Luna was again making good use of her exceptional oral skills. Smirking, Ginny couldn't bring herself to sigh in disdain. The pleasure of Luna's cock being inside of her was more than enough to make her more receptive to Luna's continued eccentricity. But in truth, Ginny loved it all the same, moaning loudly as she fucked herself backwards.

"Luna? What did we say about talking with a cock in your mouth?" Ginny smirked, biting her lip as she arched her back, finding that perfect angle that allowed the head of Luna's cock to carve along her prostate with each deep and intimate thrust, causing Ginny's cock to twitch and spill more pre-cum down her length.

"Sorry. Ron has a remarkably fleshy bum. Perhaps you should have asked him?" Luna suggested, her hand continuing to jerk Ron in the same manner that she had done Harry, only thing time she was milking his pre-cum down onto her ripe, ample breasts. Her other hand was reaching around to his ass and playfully squeezing his surprisingly juicy ass.

"Asked me what?" Ron breathed, a little disappointed that the blowjob had been interrupted, but frankly unable to complain as he looked down at the innocent smile on Luna's face, framed by her hand jerking his cock and her cock being consistently enveloped in Ginny's rounded rear.

"Ginny had a desire to bury herself in a juicy bum over the summer, yet she had to wait until seeing me to fulfil it," Luna revealed candidly, receiving a groan of annoyance from Ginny; one that was quickly overtaken by a grunt of pleasure as Luna's cock sank back into her ass, hitting her prostate in the sweetest way possible.

"Oh… I see. Well, me and Ginny haven't really been… Doing that, you know?" Ron explained, glancing over his shoulder at Ginny who nodded. He hadn't exactly expected his summer to be wild and raving sexual experience, but Ginny hadn't even hinted at doing it even once. Despite their seemingly close relationship the previous year.

"Yeah… It… Kinda just… I don't know. It would have felt weird doing that all summer," Ginny explained, not missing a beat as she impaled herself, looking at Ron as Luna once again enveloped his cock, suckling on his tip as her hand stroked his length.

"We didn't have to do it all summer… Just once or twice," Ron said, not trying to sound disappointed, but his frustration coming through a little. Still, Ginny blushed slightly. In truth, she had considered it. Frankly, it seemed like he would have been a better option than receiving stiff handjobs from her mother. But when it came to act on it, it felt different that it did at school. At school, the atmosphere was different. Sex kinda felt like an everyday thing. On holiday at home, it became less of a consuming reality and the idea of going to her brother for sex felt a little strange.

"But you get what I mean, right? It's alright having some fun when we're in a group, but on our own… It's a little weirder. If I had been desperately needing it, I would have come to you," Ginny explained, hoping to curb Ron's annoyance as her orgasm reared its head, her ass singing with pleasure as the slaps of her ass against Luna's crotch intensified. Further clarifying, Ginny added, "Besides. It's like you and Harry. You're alright lending one another a hand in a group, but you guys don't go off and have solo sessions together, do you?"

"I do mind giving Harry a…" Ron began, only to stop as both Luna and Ginny grinned, the former with Ron's cock sunk into her throat. Quickly stopping himself from continuing, Ron looked ahead and growled a little, "I don't like this conversation…"

"You say you do, but I don't think that's the case," Luna smiled, plucking her lips from his cock long enough to speak, all before once again sinking him deep into her throat, curbing any ability Ron had to splutter a response. Their conversation turned to laboured grunts and breaths as the trio increased their pace. Ron began to lightly thrust forwards, meeting Luna's plunges with a resulting gag from the blonde. Pushing back onto Luna's cock, Ginny savoured each rigid inch and the delectable curve of her majestic shaft, adoring the way it carved through her insides, grinding up against her prostate in the most delightfully pleasurable manner. Ginny was yet to experience her first orgasm, but with the combined pleasures of fucking Luna earlier and being fucked by Luna now meant that she was desperately close to the edge. Moaning with increasing intensity, her slow and rhythmic pace became more frantic and heated, jamming her ass back onto her cock harder and harder, letting her ass cheeks clap against Luna's crotch with increasing intensity, all the while allowing her breasts to bounce and flail beneath her. In the end, her orgasm swept up on her suddenly and swiftly, prompting her to push Luna inside of her one last time, letting that last plunge of pleasure milk her body dry, cum pouring from the head of her cock and down onto the floor beneath her. A wasted orgasm in some ways, yet Ginny couldn't have held on long enough to deposit it somewhere worthwhile. Keeping Luna inside of her until her cock had completely softened, Ginny slowly unsheathed herself, turning around and holding Luna's pulsating cock in her hands.

"Oh fuck… That… I've missed this cock…" she purred, leaning forwards and planting a kiss on Luna's tip. Crawling from underneath Ron, Ginny went for her clothes, pulling a jumper, panties, and jeans on. Forgoing a bra and t-shirt, she simply wore the bare minimum, slipping her shoes on without socks before going to the door, "I'm gonna go grab some snacks from the trolley. Anyone interested? No? Of course… You're too busy fucking each other… Can't blame you..."

In the time it had taken for Ginny to clumsily pull her clothes on, both Luna and Ron had changed positions. Sitting on one of the seats, Ron had Luna atop him, straddling him as she dropped her hips up and down, riding his cock with heated passion, moaning into his ear as the pace increased. Eager to take advantage of the situation, Ron's hands were roaming Luna's body hungrily. Grabbing and groping at her breasts, he smeared the pre-cum that had dribbled down onto her tits across their creamy expanse, lowering his hands to her veiny cock, cradling her heavy warmth In his hands, loving the way it shuddered to the gentlest of touches. The primary focus of his lecherous grasp was her ass. Soft and round and perfect for pawing at. Pulling at her flesh, he relished the way it sprung back into place, bouncing, and jiggling as it did so. He could have spent hours simply exploring Luna's body with his hands, learning the ways it reacted to his palms. But that ass of hers was something special. Even then, Ginny couldn't exactly counter that notion, watching his fingers peeling her cheeks apart, flashing her stretched asshole to her and encouraging her to forgo the snacks and see how apt Luna was at taking two cocks at once. Luna always had that mesmerising ability to get Ginny immediately hard again. Even after just cumming. A single glimpse her creamy body got her hard as a rock. Before she lost control, Ginny ducked out, leaving the two of them to their heated climax.

Growing more intense, Luna worked her ass harder and harder, relishing the steady build in pleasure, her cock being trapped between her stomach and Ron's, creating a pocket of flesh lubricated by her own pre-cum. Sweeping her hair out of her eyes, she looked at Ron, the redhead's eyes going wide st the resplendent sight before him. Without thinking Luna's lips went forwards, pressing against Ron's, her tongue immediately dipping into her mouth, hungrily exploring as best she could, all the while moaning into his mouth. Startled at the move, Ron quickly melted into the kiss, admittedly relishing the embrace as his heart raced. The pleasure enveloping his cock intensified as their kiss grew more and more heated, his stomach twisting inwards as his hands sensually roamed Luna's body, groping and pulling her closer, eager to feel her body against his, skin on skin. Their tongues battled, their lips only ever parting for soft inhales, before crashing back together. Not missing a stroke, Luna was able to slam her arse downwards, all the while snogging Ron, grinding her cock against his belly as she did so. Close to cumming, she increased her pace, knowing full well that she had been on the path to cumming for ages. First with Ginny's tongue In her arse, then her cock and then being submerged in the redhead's shapely rear. Now, she was stuffed with another Weasley cock, rutting against it in order to bring her orgasm about swifter. In truth, the kiss was simply instinctual. Their heated breath was already intermingling and so it seemed a natural step to embrace such an intimate action, snogging Ron with delectable passion. However, Luna failed to think through the reaction that Ron would have, which, evidently, was one of all-around eagerness.

Before he knew it, his cock erupted inside of Luna. In fact, his orgasm was what broke the haze he was in whilst snogging Luna. The sudden jet of cum that sprayed from his cock-head was so intensely pleasurable that he had to pull backwards to moan, his eyes widening as he broke the kiss. Grinning lustfully, Luna rocked her hips back and forth, using his cock to push herself over the edge, spraying several strands of cum along Ron's chest, the most powerful of which splashed across his chin and upper lip, creating a rather unique spectacle of a dumb-founded Ron, splattered with cum. Working herself up and down until Ron's cock slipped from her ass, Luna was swiftly to smile sweetly at him and roll to the side. Grabbing her wand, she swiftly cleaned both herself and Ron up, leaving the bead of cum that had landed on his lips so that he could savour that at his own discretion. Luna knew that if someone had cum on her lips, she would like the option of tasting it as opposed to it simply being cleaned up. Confident that she was clean enough, she slipped into the seat opposite Ron, her cock softening against her thigh as she looked dreamily out the window, "I hope Ginny buys some pumpkin pasties…"

"Erm… Yeah… Definitely," Ron stammered, a little taken aback by Luna's demeanour. This, after all, was one of his first times sitting alone with her, and the way she so effortlessly relaxed whilst completely naked in a relative stranger's presence was remarkable. In fact, the more he thought on it, the stranger their circumstances were. Regardless, that kiss lingered on his mind. It was fiery. Intimate. Romantic even. The kind of kindled passion that he had first experienced with Hermione in the first occasions they had fucked. Yet now, looking at Luna, he didn't feel anything like that for her. In fact, he felt only overwhelming sexual arousal towards her, simply because she remained one of the most intense fucks he had ever had. A lot more intense than his times with Hermione over the summer. It was only having fucked Luna that it put into perspective just how stale he and Hermione had gotten. In truth, he loved her. Definitely loved her. And he was glad that she and him had openly discussed the stagnation of their sex-life over the summer. Yet, he couldn't help but fear that the problem was on his end. That he was the one lacking in sexual creativity and experience. A strange thing to admit given some of the orgasmic experiences he had had with her. But he felt he paled in comparison to her sexual experience. He had only had sex with a handful of people and was almost always the passive force in them. Even with Luna, he had stood there and then sat down, and allowed Luna to take control the entire way. It felt as if he had taken his preference of being submissive and simply stopped there. He didn't contribute anything to his fucks with Hermione because… He didn't know how. At least that was how he felt. He was keen and eager to explore more adventurous avenues with Hermione at Hogwarts, but he was mainly looking for an opportunity to prove his abilities to himself and hopefully provide Hermione with the ravishing sexual experiences that a girl like Luna could provide. He wanted to leave Hermione breathless in the wake of fucking him, just like he was after fucking Luna. How strange that Luna would be the one to illuminate such a desire within him.

"Ron? Or Ronald? Which do you prefer?" Luna asked, seemingly apropos of nothing, snapping Ron out of his haze. Turning back to her, he saw that she had leant backwards, allowing her breasts to spread out slightly, her nipples still delightfully slick from when his pre-cum had dripped onto them. Such a simple sight already began to get his cock hard.

"Ron's fine," Ron added, expecting some form of conversation to spark from that, yet Luna simply nodded and turned her head back to the window, not bothering to even think ahead as to what she would say. Still, Ron's cock began to grow harder, rising upright. As Luna took notice, she smiled.

"Feel free to pleasure yourself while we sit here. I have no problem with it. I prefer to wait a while before a second round, but you can play with yourself you'd like," Luna smiled, once again turning away as Ron looked at her with baffled shock. Yeah, he was confident that he didn't have any romantic feelings towards Luna. Just a strange curiosity. Of everyone he had been with, she was definitely the one that made sex the most interesting. Even the dull mundane parts of waiting for a round two.

Initially, Ron had no intention of acting on that impulse to pleasure himself, but after a few moments, he found himself gently jerking himself off in a casual manner, simply enjoying the experience of being naked in another person's company. There was something thrilling and exciting about the exhibitionist element of the situation. Sure, he was naked in the company of a friend, so it was hardly a voyeuristic display of his body, yet he had only been naked with Luna once before, giving the situation a perverse air. And that sense of public nudity was an enjoyable one to say the least, even if it only lasted for a short time. Before the two of them could get into any really deep conversation, the door to the carriage was thrust open. Ron leapt to cover himself whilst Luna just turned expectantly. Staggering into the compartment, Hermione slammed the door shut behind her and turned her gaze firmly and squarely towards Ron. Without wasting a moment, she lunged at him, grabbing his head, and pulling it towards her. Stuffing Ron unceremoniously beneath the fringe of her skirt, she thrust his face firmly against her panties, driving her panty-clad crotch into his face as she let out a deep grunt of pleasure from the mere press of his face against her confined cock. Wrestling with her clothing, Hermione quickly slipped a hand underneath her skirt and peeled her panties to the side, exposing her cock to Ron. Bucking her hips hungrily forwards, she drove her length towards Ron's mouth, the pre-cum drenched head of her cock smearing against his face as she smacked him with her cock. She wanted to be balls deep in his throat, but at this point, any physical pleasure from something other than the torturous butt-plug lodged in her ass was welcome. Startled by the sudden turn of events, Ron reached his hands up to Hermione's waist, trying to steady her somewhat as streaks of pre-cum began to lather across his lips and cheeks.

Eventually, her cock and his mouth were perfectly aligned, allowing Hermione to thrust her hips forwards, driving her cock balls deep into her boyfriend's mouth. Ron was able to time his swallowing gulp just right in order to allow her length to plunge effortlessly along the curve of his throat, bottoming out with a firm smack of her balls against his chin. Moaning in unison, the two savoured the feeling, with Ron's cock throbbing between his thighs from the perverse feeling of being stuffed beneath Hermione's skirt, the garment bulging to accommodate his head as she worked herself into a swift and powerful rhythm. Pumping her cock into Ron's throat with an avid hunger, Hermione unleashed a half hour of pent-up pleasure frustrations, her body shivering as the feeling of Ron's warm wet throat completely and utterly encompassed her cock. Gliding back and forth, her cock swiftly worked up a diligent rhythm, carving in and out effortlessly. Hermione was so embroiled in the lustful moment and her desire for relief, that she didn't even realise that Luna was in the compartment as well. Admittedly, Luna didn't make her presence known and just stroked her cock whilst avidly watching Hermione's passionate display unfold. Grunting and groaning, Hermione slammed her hips wildly and uncontrollably forwards, smacking her balls harder and harder against his chin, sinking into her own wild thoughts as her orgasm began to rear its head that little bit higher. Each drive into his throat was enough to make her almost explode, until she finally bubbled over the edge and sent a thick stream of cum pouring into Ron's eager throat. He swallowed dutifully, surprised not only to have his throat commandeered in such a spontaneous and power way, but also that Hermione was brought to orgasm so easily. Cum splattered down the back of his throat, filling his stomach in a matter of seconds. Swallowing as best he could, he was unable to stop a trickle of cum from beading and rolling along his chin. Drained dry, Hermione let out an almighty groan of satisfaction before staggering backwards and collapsing onto the seat opposite Ron, her hair frazzled, and cheeks flushed.

"That was quite an impressive display, Hermione," Luna smiled dreamily, lightly clapping her hands together and finally drawing the brunette's attention towards her. Breathless and exasperated, with her cock still dangling out from beneath her skirt, glistening and gleaming with saliva, Hermione smiled.

"Thanks Luna," Hermione breathed, double-taking as she looked into the blonde's eyes with complete shock and surprise. She hadn't notice Luna at all, making it quite the surprise that her rather primal display of lust and desire wasn't as private as she had thought. Not that she cared that Luna was there to watch it, but rather that she was a little embarrassed that she had been so consumed as to not even notice another person was int e carriage, "Oh, Luna! You're… you're here. Sorry, I didn't see you."

"That's alright. A lot of people tend to overlook my presence. One time, two people began to have sex in the Ravenclaw Common Room on the exact same sofa that I was writing my Divination essay on. They didn't realise I was still there until after they had both orgasmed," Luna recounted, remembering the strange experience with a wistful fondness. The two lovers were practically laid on top of her at points as they moaned and writhed, yet they reacted in complete shock and horror when they opened their eyes and finally saw her. Of course, they twisted the story to make it seem like Looney Lovegood had chosen to sit down right where they were having sex, resulting in a bout of teasing being thrown Luna's way, but she knew the truth. Not that it dissuaded anyone from taunting her.

"You didn't interrupt and let them know?" Ron asked, confused as to why Luna didn't just give them a quick nudge in order to avoid nay further embarrassment. However, Ron wasn't fully aware of how Luna approached strange situations like this.

"No. I didn't want to make a scene," she said simply, leaving Ron with more questions than answers. Before he could ask them, Luna turned to Hermione, "I don't have that same striking confidence that allows you to so readily thrust your cock down the first boy's throat that you see."

"Well, Ron is my boyfriend, so it wasn't just a random person," Hermione smirked, blushing softly as she took the perverse compliment in her stride. She didn't see herself as a sexually confident person, but to see that Luna saw that particular act as a display of striking confidence was nothing short of encouraging on her part.

"That makes sense. Since when did you two start dating? Over the summer?" Luna asked, seemingly blissfully unaware that the two had begun officially dating a month or so after the Yule Ball in the previous year. It was quite a big moment.

"Mid-way through last year? I told you about it, didn't I?" Hermione said, almost entirely confident that she had mentioned it. Yet, the same assured nature was worn on Luna's face, making Hermione doubt just how certain she was regarding the situation.

"Maybe it slipped your mind. Either way, how was your patrol with Padma?" Luna asked, turning the conversation towards polite small-talk in a rather effortless manner, the blonde avoiding Hermione's gaze as she stared lecherously and with a certain quiet hunger at Hermione's still exposed cock, which was in itself steadily hardening once again as the butt-plug in her arse stimulated her lust and arousal.

"Oh, it was… fine. A little uneventful. Speaking of, Ron you'd better get going," Hermione nudged, prompting Ron to sigh as he gathered up his clothes. He was in part disappointed that he was leaving behind his half-naked girlfriend and completely naked weird friend, yet he was most frustrated with the fact that he had to spend the next half and hour in the company of Pansy Parkinson. Making his way to the door, Ron was stopped in his tracks as Hermione called out, "Ron? Wipe your chin…"

"Ah… Thanks. I'll see you two later," Ron chuckled, wiping away the streak of cum that was still on his chin. Smirking, he reached for the door, only to get stopped once again, this time by the candid and cheerful tones of Luna, the girl once again startling him with her openness.

"Bye Ron. I shall look forward to the next opportunity that the two of us can engage in sexual intercourse," she said with complete sincerity and unabashed openness. Frozen in place, Ron shared a look with Hermione, the two of them almost bursting into laughter.

"Right… yeah… me too," Ron nodded, speaking truthfully. He was just as keen as her for further exploration of their sexual relationship together, yet he struggled to be as candid and open about it. Sex was still somewhat taboo in his mind and discussing it with such flagrant openness was tricky for him to do. As he pulled the door to the compartment open, he was met with Ginny returning from her shopping trip. Swapping positions on either side of the door, they let the compartment shut, leaving the three beautiful girls alone to themselves.

"Hey Hermione. I see you've gotten yourself comfortable. Not too comfortable, though," Ginny commented, setting her purchases down on a seat whilst nodding her head towards Hermione's exposed cock. Blushing as she realised, she was still exposed, Hermione rectified the situation, though not by tucking herself away. Rather, she pulled her panties off, taking with them her skirt. Peeling away the remainder of her clothing, she joined Luna in complete nudity, exposing herself as comfortably as the blonde did.

"It was quite the sight. Hermione strode in and laid claim to Ron's throat in a frantic and flurry haze," Luna interrupted excitedly, her hand wrapped around her cock as she did so. Ginny smirked, starting on her own clothing. Pulling her jumper off, she happily discarded the remainder of her clothing, collapsing down onto the seat opposite Hermione, eyeing up her shapely friend with a suggestive smile.

"Did she now?" Ginny giggled, watching as Hermione blushed. Ginny knew first-hand that her friend could get easily carried away by her own lust. If Hermione got too horny, she was liable to channel that arousal into energetic displays of passion and lust, often leaving someone else as a particularly sticky and aching mess.

"It was nothing. Besides, since when has one of us getting a blowjob been something worth remarking about?" Hermione said, trying to switch the discussion to something else, "This is probably a good opportunity for us to talk about the Items of Aphrodomina. When we get to Hogwarts, we have some work to do."

The previous year at Hogwarts had seen the three girls become aware of the presence of a group of magically enchanted items produced by a former Headmistress of Hogwarts school: Aphrodomina. These items were designed to boost the sex appeal and abilities of the user. They had discovered the location of several of the items, but only managed to return the Ring to a secret vault hidden in Hogwarts. Upon doing so, they were tasked with retrieving the remaining four lost Items of Aphrodomina by the ghost of the Headmistress herself. They intended to do so over the summer, but to middling success. Unbeknownst to them, the ring had already been stolen away from the vault by Pansy Parkinson, setting them back to square one. The remaining items were scattered around and would require significant effort to retrieve, yet, to their fortune, every last item would soon find itself in the vicinity of Hogwarts and it would only require a diligent and focussed effort to retrieve them all. With that in mind, the three girls sprawled naked across the compartment and discussed the current status of their personal mission.

"Let's go over what we've got then," Hermione moaned, reclining into the seat as she let her hand course along her cock. Whilst they were all keen to lunge into more sexual avenues, the trio were more than happy to enjoy the option of reclining in complete nudity, all the while lazily jerking off. Hermione had taken a corner, lifting one leg up onto the seat, her hand running along her cock, jerking herself off as she hid from view the object lodged in her ass. In truth, the moment she had orgasmed in Ron's throat, the butt-plug came into its own, applying a level of pleasure to the simple act of jerking off. Whilst she wouldn't be able to attain orgasm on her own, the pleasure was more than enough to satiate her. Ginny was laid across the opposite seat, laying backwards as she lightly thrust her hips into her own hand, jerking herself off as Hermione spoke, whilst Luna sat next to Hermione, content to simply let her cock stand up right, spilling pre-cum down her shaft. She was obviously horny and in need of pleasure, yet for whatever reason, she neglected her own ability to jerk herself off and even declined Hermione's offer to pass her own hand up and along the blonde's shaft. Her reasoning? Neither Ginny nor Hermione could probe that out of her. Brushing it aside, Hermione moaned, enjoying her own hand and the anal stimulation as she spoke, "We left the ring in the Vault. So, that's already been returned. Which means, there are four more artefacts."

"Fred and George have the Vial. They must know how important it is. No matter what I do, I couldn't find it. They hide it remarkably well. I think they're using it for their new business thing," Ginny explained, biting her lip as she increased the speed of her upwards thrusts, her lubricated hand smacking against the base of her crotch, "They will definitely have it at school, so I think that is our best chance. They won't trust me trying to ask about it."

"I'll… I'll see if I can have a talk with them. No doubt they'll be keen to have a Prefect on their side. Maybe they'll slip up," Hermione suggested, dancing her thumb across her tip, dropping a second hand downwards to massage her heavy balls, "So we know the location of three of them."

"We do? You found a third one?" Ginny beamed, thrilled that there had been some progress on the topic. Immediately, Hermione panicked. She did know where another one was. It was tucked inside the back-pocket of her favourite jeans. She had had the notebook for the entirety of last year yet had kept it a complete secret from both Ginny and Luna. Hell, even when Aphrodomina asked about it, she lied. She loved that book to death and didn't want to part with it until it became absolutely necessary. If Ginny and Luna knew about it, they would want her to hand it back in. Stammering, she desperately tried to come up with an excuse for her comment.
"Erm… Yeah. We know for definite that one's in the possession of the Ministry. The necklace. It was deemed a dangerous magical artefact and sealed away, wasn't it?" Hermione clarified, glad that Ginny was too embroiled in her own masturbation to notice the relieved look on Hermione's face. Continuing as if she hadn't slipped up, Hermione moaned, "Which leaves us with only two… The notebook and the clamps. The clamps are in the possession of a Pureblood family, aren't they? Who could have them?"

"The Malfoys? Maybe it's an heirloom of theirs?" Ginny suggested, her breathing growing heavier, one of her hands latching onto her breast, squeezing, and plucking at her nipple, stretching it outwards before letting it bounce back into place, working her nipple till it was tender and raw.

"Possibly. And the notebook was in the hands of a foreign trader. Probably the guy we bought the ring from. Maybe Fred and George bought it as well?" Hermione suggested, hoping to lead them away from asking if she had bought it, given she bought the ring.

"I asked my father about them and didn't know anything. It was rather awkward. I had to explain to him the function of nipple clamps…" Luna chimed in, before proposing that she take a lead on discovering the Twins knowledge of the artefacts, "Perhaps I ought to ask the Twins about them"

"I don't think that's a good idea… Leave the twins to me. You two think about the most likely candidates for the Pureblood family," Hermione moaned, running her hand along her cock faster and faster, her body moving swiftly towards orgasm. Unable to deny herself the satisfaction, she let her cock flop heavily against her stomach and moaned, "Of fuck… I've been waiting too long. Would one of you…"

"Of course. If you wouldn't mind, I'd quite like to lick your ass, Hermione?" Luna smiled, finally showing some interest in the fact that Hermione and Ginny were writhing in ecstasy. That initial prospect of Luna licking her ass was one that Hermione was thrilled about. The prospect of her tongue sinking inside of her, exploring her depths, ducking, and weaving amidst her tight entrance; it was nothing but enticing. As she shifted to change position, the plug inside of her ass bounced slightly inside of her, reminding that her ass was already somewhat occupied. Not wanting to reveal to her friends that she was wearing a butt-plug, Hermione readjusted herself to ensure that her anal secret remained a secret, before stammering a meek response to the eager blonde.

"My ass? Oh… oh, no, I'd rather not… Erm…" Hermione stuttered, watching Luna's face sink with disappointment. As to why Luna had become so intensely interested in something that she was certain they had done before, Hermione wasn't kept in suspense for much longer.

"Oh, some other time. I'd really like to experience this smothering that Ginny has become so fond of. If I had the ability to smother myself with my own ass, it would be a lot less hassle," Luna smiled sweetly, shuffling forwards, and kneeling between Hermione's knees, ignoring the brunette's look of utter confusion. Grabbing Hermione's cock with her hands, Luna looked up at her innocently, "Would you like a blowjob or a fuck?"

"I'm never going to get used to the candid way you approach sex. It's so refreshing," Hermione chuckled, receiving only a dreamy expectant smile from Luna. The moment the blonde latched herself onto sex, nothing else seemingly matter. Clearing her throat, Hermione added, "A fuck would be great."

With that, Luna clambered up onto her feet and turned around. Quickly, Hermione readjusted her position, having to work fast as Luna simply sat down on top of her. Moaning as her cock was trapped between her own stomach and Luna's plump ass cheeks, Hermione let her hands roam the blonde's body, relishing her sumptuous nudity. Keen to get a cock back inside of her, Luna drew her ass upwards, hoping to angle Hermione's cock towards her asshole, but only serving to stroke Hermione's cock with her pliable ass cheeks. Moaning softly, Hermione allowed Luna to provide a sumptuous lap-dance, up until the point where Luna grew frustrated and grabbed the brunette's cock by the base. Angling it upwards, she sank downwards, piercing her well-fucked asshole with Hermione's cock and lodging her magnificent length deep inside of her. Three quarters of Hermione's cock disappeared instantly, paired with the satisfied moans of the two of them. The last quarter entered Luna slowly as she eased herself downwards, grinding her plump ass into Hermione's crotch as she did so. Sprawling backwards with her legs spread, Hermione watched Luna begin to lightly bounce up and down on her cock. Luna's legs were pressed tightly together as she was technically still standing on her feet as opposed to resting on Hermione. She was bent over, bobbing her ass up and down on Hermione's cock, rocking back and forth on her feet as inch after inch worked itself into her clutching rear end. Humming softly and pleasurably, Luna delighted in how slick and easily Hermione was able to fuck her. The girl's cock was carving in and out of ass with such slick precision that it was almost overwhelming. But if anyone was experiencing overwhelming pleasure, it was Hermione.

The blonde was exceptionally firm with her downward plunges, almost slamming her ass onto Hermione's cock, the shockwave reverberating through the pair of them. But more importantly, the push forced Hermione's ass downwards against the seat beneath her, causing the plug in her ass to push up and into her, rutting directly against her prostate. Each plunge of Luna's hips was met with a deep grunt from Hermione as her salacious moan was interrupted by an intense surge of pleasure from her ass. It was utterly unique and wholly worthwhile given all she had suffered up until this point. Bathing in intense pleasure, Hermione felt her fingers tingling as she caressed Luna's body, pawing at her ass as she gently massaged the blonde's back. Hermione had indeed missed this. The perverse experiences she shared with Luna and Ginny the past year were amongst her greatest highlights, and frankly, it was beyond erotic to be reunited with the both of them. A similar erotic comfort that was flooding her body with each mesmerising downward push of Luna's hips. Watching her two friends fucking, Ginny couldn't help but find her hand to be lacking in the satisfying bliss that they could provide. Sitting normally, she jerked her cock, watching as Luna increased her bounces, the blonde's cock sandwiched between her thighs, milking pre-cum from her purplish head, her shaft shaking and shuddering. The sight was intoxicating to say the least. Grinning, Ginny knew exactly what she wanted. It had been a while since she had tasted her best-friend's cock after all.

Slipping onto her knees, Ginny coaxed Luna into leaning back onto Hermione. Spreading her legs, Luna planted a foot on either side of Hermione's legs, squatting down onto the brunette's cock, allowing Ginny access to both her own throbbing length and a front two seat to her ass stretching around Hermione's cock. Leaning back onto Hermione, Luna thrust her hips up into the air subsequently lifting them along Hermione's length, before dropping them back down with a deep groan. The new position allowed for a swifter pace and deeper penetration, all the while giving Ginny access to a truly delectable treat. In between Luna's thrusts, Ginny grabbed the blonde's cock by the base and swiftly angle it to her lips. Taking it into her mouth, Ginny immediately began to gag and splutter as Luna inadvertently fucked her mouth. It took a moment, but Luna eventually plunged into Ginny's unprepared throat, her thrusts no longer becoming motivated by a desire to fuck herself on Hermione's cock, but instead motivated by the desire to be buried deeper into Ginny's gullet. Not expecting such a violent series of thrusts, Ginny quickly swallowed her pride and allowed Luna to fuck her throat with a sloppy intensity, the redhead struggling to wrestle with the length as it swelled and bulged against her throat. Swallowing saliva and pre-cum as best she could, she let out deep, hoarse groans of pleasure; groans that were muffled by the massive cock in her throat. The trio let out sweet silky sounds of satisfaction, with Hermione and Luna moaning into one another's ears, their bodies writhing together in pleasurable union whilst Ginny gorged herself on her best-friend's cock. It made for quite the spectacle and stunning sight to say the least; to which both Ron and Harry could testify as they pulled the door open to enter.

Immediately met with the sight of the girl's threesome, the two of them were enamoured by their girlfriend's respective perversity, all of which was accentuated by Luna's participation. Closing the door behind themselves, they locked it to forgo any further disturbances, leaving the fivesome alone for the first time since their departure from Hogwarts the year prior. Neither Harry nor Ron needed any prompting or encouragement to do as they did, with the pair of the swiftly beginning to strip naked, both having overcome their anxieties of seeing one another naked. As they both dropped their clothes to the ground, they stopped and looked at one another. The only conceivable place for them to join in was Ginny's awaiting ass, which was so perfectly presented. Awkwardly looking at one another, the two tried to come to a silent conclusion as to who was the one who would get to fuck her, whilst the other search for some clumsier means to engage in the group.

"Erm… How are we going to do this?" Ron asked, his eyes latched onto his own sister's juicy ass, her cheeks falling apart so perfectly. Her lightly freckled skin accentuated by pale creamy expanses, all ignited with fiery red hair. A sumptuous sight to say the least.

"Well, er… I don't know…" Harry replied, his hand on his cock, watching Luna's ass gape and stretch to accommodate the thickest portions of Hermione's cock, her cheeks squeezing firmly into Hermione's heavy balls, the two of them moaning hungrily for more.

"I suppose we could rock-paper-scissors it?" Ron suggested, turning to Harry expectantly. Nodding in agreement, Harry raised his hand, the two of them counting down. Celebrating, Ron dropped down behind his sister, his hands groping at her plump rear end. His cock throbbed and swelled as he eased his length between her cheeks, ignoring Harry as he tried to figure out where was best for him to join in. Spreading Ginny's ass, Ron guided his cock towards her entrance, watching as her hole easily parted and swallowed his cock, drawing him balls deep with a resonant smack of flesh. Ginny groaned around Luna's cock, momentarily glancing over her shoulder to see who it was. Unable to see Ron, she saw Harry jerking his cock and assumed it was her brother sinking himself into her asshole. Arching her back, she allowed Ron to take control of her hips, driving himself into her rear end at whatever pace he decided was good enough. Not even batting any eyelid at the fact her brother was butt-fucking her, Ginny concentrated on Luna's cock, salivating wildly, saliva smeared along her veiny length, her hands working to spread Luna's legs wider apart, stretching the blonde's asshole even more. What took Ginny by surprise was Hermione's ass, however. The position they were in had caused Hermione's hips to shift forwards. Ginny noticed that there was something distinctly pronounced between her cheeks. Hermione had a butt-plug in. Her body quivered with all manners of sexual arousal from the mere eroticism of seeing Hermione's arse stretched by such a toy. Unable to help herself, Ginny angled a finger towards the toy and began to push it upwards, sinking it deeper into Hermione's ass. A loud groan came from the brunette as a response, yet Hermione didn't think for a moment that someone was teasing her with her own toy. Assuming that the seat beneath her had simply caught her at an angle, she welcomed the pleasure without questioning. There was something so perverse about a book-worm like Hermione being kinky enough to have a butt-plug in. The fact that she didn't see Hermione put it in suggested that she had either put it in whilst at the Prefect meeting or had been wearing it all day since they left Grimauld Place; with both scenarios being equally delightful to the redhead. Rocking the toy back and forth, Ginny took immense pleasure in discovering how the toy affected Hermione's pleasure centres, watching the brunette contort in reaction to the simplest little twists of the toy, her body being subjected to new levels of intensity. That little bead of plastic had opened up all manner of perverse doorways inside Ginny's mind.

Standing there Harry found himself without an obvious in. Both Luna and Hermione's mouths seemed like the obvious choice, yet he'd have to step up onto the already crowded seat in order to do so. Luna's hands were busy supporting herself In a tricky position, whilst Hermione's were ensuring that Luna wasn't going to slip. Ginny was also working to keep Luna in a difficult position, meaning that there wasn't a single spot for him to join in with. Standing there, somewhat awkwardly, Harry jerked himself off, stroking his cock as he waited for someone to swap position and give him a hole to push into. Pumping into Ginny's ass, Ron glanced over at Harry, seeing him standing there rather aimlessly. As he thrust forwards, his mind went back to his conversation with Luna and Ginny about him and Harry. About doing that sort of thing. His mind wandered even further, thinking to the feelings he experienced with Luna. Those heightened emotions of lust and passion that were brought about by doing something he was typically used to; snogging another woman with intensity. Perhaps that was his problem, Ron thought. He was so bound by his preconceptions of sex and his own boundaries that he had reached the height sexual ability. Which in his mind was sorely lacking. But if he wasn't willing to go outside of his usual parameters, how would he ever get any better at it. How would he be able to rival the sheer sexual brilliance of his own girlfriend. He'd simply have to stay as the rigid bore in bed. He didn't want to wait until Hogwarts to be more adventurous with Hermione. He… wanted to prove himself then and there. Breathing heavily, Ron knew exactly where this line of thought was leading him, his mind urging him towards something he wasn't entirely convinced by. Perhaps it was the tight pleasure of his sister's ass around his cock, a pleasure that he didn't think he would ever enjoy yet was now able to after having overcome his hesitation. Maybe this was simply the same. With a growl of frustration, he relented, murmuring to himself, "Fuck it."

GAY CONTENT

(Blowjob)

Reaching out, Ron wrapped a hand around Harry's cock, lightly squeezing it as he tugged it towards him. Instinctively, Harry stepped forwards, not questioning the newfound pleasure running through his cock. At least not until he glanced down and saw it was Ron's palm lightly jerking him off. Confused and startled, he shared brief look with Ron, who avoided any further eye contact as he leant forwards and planted his lips against Harry's tip, tasting the muskiness of his pre-cum and relishing the familiar warm throb of a good cock. Instinct claimed him as he parted his lips and engulfed around half of Harry's cock in an instant, almost immediately overcoming his reservations over sucking his friend's cock. Truth was, the moment his cock entered his mouth, the realisation overcame him that it was ultimately just another cock. Sure, it belonged to his closest and best friend, yet it wasn't some forbidden fruit, rather an identical variation to that of Luna's and Ginny's and Hermione's. And if he could get over suckling on his own sister's womanhood, then surely his friend wouldn't be that difficult. Well, it wasn't, as Ron worked his lips down to Harry's base, his nose being thrust amidst the wiry hair that crowned his cock. With his throat filled and Harry's balls resting delicately against his chin, Ron closed his eyes and began to diligently work his friend's length, bobbing his lips back and forth, leaving Harry's cock a glistening, gleaming shine, all the while maintaining his constant rhythmic fucking of Ginny's asshole, his balls growing tighter as the pleasure of Ginny's rear and the erotic satisfaction of sucking Harry's cock overcame him. With one hand resting on Ginny's lower back, Ron used the other to massage Harry's balls, eager to provide as silky and satisfying a blowjob as possible.

Whilst Harry had already fucked Ron in the ass, he still had lingering reservations about any sex involving him. Primarily because of Ron's hesitancy. Yet, the moment Ron greedily swallowed his cock, seemingly hungrily devouring his length, Harry felt a surprising comfort in letting his length get tended to by his best-friend. It was overwhelmingly perverse, but something about seeing Ron's soft lips rolling over the head of his cock was so innately satisfying. Perhaps it was because of the taboo of it all. Or perhaps it was simply because Ron was a surprisingly adept cock-sucker, with his tongue working rhythmic weaving patterns across Harry's sensitive flesh. With the intense pleasure building between the two of them, Harry began to lightly thrust into Ron's throat, becoming more active in their exchange. Boldly, Harry rested a hand on the back of Ron's head, lightly coaxing his friend into longer and deeper strokes, working his throat dutifully. The quiver that shuddered through Ron's cock as a result of his friend's grip was immensely confusing, however, Ron was far too close to his own orgasm to worry about the intricacies of how he felt about deepthroating Harry's cock. He could feel pre-cum splashing in his throat, and he no longer felt that instinctive sense to gag about the prospect of tasting Harry's cock. In fact, it was rather pleasing if anything. To Ron's surprise and glee, none of the rest of their party had noticed her was slavering over Harry's length, meaning he wouldn't have to put up with their constant comments surrounding his slow succumbing to his true bisexual side. Bobbing his lips faster, Ron squeezed Harry's balls, opening his eyes for the first time and looking up at Harry, the two of them sharing a look, with Ron's lips stretched and his throat bulging. Humming with pleasure, Ron sent shivers through Harry's cock and brought him swiftly towards his end. Chocking it up to Ron's oral talents, Harry began to increase his thrusts, keeping his eyes on Ron for the first few before the duo of the anxiously looked elsewhere, reducing this interaction to a pure pleasurable scenario.

In all honesty, Ron didn't expect Harry to cum. His brain had gone so completely blank that he was operating on instinct and muscle memory, so when he felt Harry's cock beginning to twitch in his throat, he didn't even acknowledge the fact that he was about to explode. Taking Ron's inaction as confirmation, Harry didn't bother to pull his cock backwards, instead allowing Ron to slurp on his length until the pleasure overwhelmed him and he sent a long strand of his cum pouring down Ron's throat. Gagging instantly, Ron pulled backwards, cum landing in his mouth and dribbling down his lips. He didn't hate the taste or the fact that Harry had done it but was rather taken aback by the suddenness of it. What he did find issue with was Harry grabbing his cock and jerking himself off, pulling his length until more strands of cum flew forth. Whether Harry was intentionally doing it or simply relishing the pleasure of an orgasm, Ron found himself wincing the last several strands sprayed across his face, splashing and splattering across his features, his best friend showering and dousing him in cum. There was something inherently… dominating about being came on. At least getting a facial. It felt almost like Harry was laying claim to his face with spurt after spurt of his cum, yet Ron was ultimately overthinking it. As Harry's cock began to soften, the boy's eyes opened, and he realised where he had been emptying his balls. Immediately apologising, he grabbed his wand and cleaned Ron's features, removing the cum that was smeared across his face, much to Ron's delight. Thanking him, Ron turned his attention back to Ginny, Hermione and Luna, silently thrilled that they hadn't noticed anything that was happening. Regardless as he looked at them, he turned to Harry and whispered -just loud enough that he could hear him, but low enough that the moans muffled most of it-, "Hey… Don't tell them about that, eh?"

END OF GAY CONTENT

(Summary: Ron gives Harry blowjob. Harry cums on Ron's face. Cleaned with spell. Ron is now open with the prospect of gay interactions with Harry. Luna, Hermione and Ginny are unaware of all of this)

With Harry satiated, there remained only four people desperate for their orgasms. Ron's hips hadn't stopped shifting, pumping his cock in and out of Ginny's ass with increasing intensity. Spurred on by Harry to achieve his own orgasm, Ron didn't relent in working his cock religiously into Ginny. The trio of ladies had been at this for a lot longer than Harry and Ron, and as such were bordering on their own orgasm. Hermione was holding back from unleashing a torrent of pent-up cum based purely upon the basis that Ginny's teasing of her ass with her own butt-plug was providing such an intense and blissful sensation, that she wanted to hold onto it for as long as possible. Finding herself at an equal place as Hermione, Ginny was adoring having her ass worked whilst savouring Luna's flailing cock. Her summer had had a distinct lack of group-sexual activities. Whilst she didn't really partake in all that many in the previous year, the ones she did enjoy were the highlights. There was simply something so fascinating about allowing herself to be so consumed with Luna's cock, only to open her eyes and look elsewhere only to see sexual perversity in equal measure. Instead of engaging in sex, it was like she was surrounded by it. Relishing it, she found her cock slapping rhythmically against her thigh, the friction of that movement when paired with Ron's particularly fat cock seeing her prostate through, meant that Ginny was on the edge of bliss herself. Having not been masturbating like Ginny and Hermione, Luna had the furthest to go, yet she also had the unique privilege of having her cock sucked whilst her ass was being pounded. Those dual pleasures did wonders for her, not to mention Hermione's rather eager hands were making swift work of her nipples and more sensitive areas of her body.

Hermione was the first to unload, with her orgasm being the largest of all five. And Luna was the lucky receptacle for that load. Slamming her hips downwards, Luna pushed Hermione over the edge, the brunette groaning loudly as the first of many strands of cum pumped into Luna's depths. Humming softly, Luna's eyes began to widen as Hermione pumped more cum into her, her entrance beginning to feel fuller than ever. A minute passed before Hermione's orgasm subsided, with Luna's entrance standing as a testament to the blonde's abilities. Only when Hermione began to soften did cum begin to leak from her asshole, showing just how deep Luna truly was. That full feeling tipped her over the edge, her cum launching into Ginny's throat. Luna's thrusts went a little wild, with her tip slipping from Ginny's lips, causing several splashes to land on the redhead's cheeks, being smeared across her skin by Luna's heavy cock. Ron and Ginny came in tandem with one another, their orgasms both serving to set the other off in some capacity. Ginny's tightening entrance and the jet-stream of cum into Ginny's ass worked to push them over the edge, the two grinding their ass and crotch together in order to milk one another dry. Tired and breathless, all four began to pull away, their bodies stickier for it. Harry, who was watching with his jeans and boxers on, used his wand to swiftly clean them all up; well, as best as magic could. On weak legs, they all staggered to seats, collapsing down and catching their breath. Hermione was quick to pull on some panties to continue hiding her plug, whilst Luna simply sat in quiet contemplation, no doubt returning to the line of thought that had been initially disturbed by the beginnings of their sexual adventure.

Content and satiated, the fivesome spent the rest of the train ride In varying degrees of nudity. Pulling on as many clothes as they could be bothered with, the talked about their summers and the excitement to return to Hogwarts, with all of them simply revelling in a chance to relax. Luna, naturally, remained utterly naked, having to be reminded to put her robes on as the train pulled into the station and she bounced eagerly to the door, butt-naked. As Hermione, Ginny and Luna made their way out onto the platform, Ron and Harry hauled their bags from the overhead compartment, the two of them alone and able to finally discuss what happened earlier, "Hey… Erm… Are we going to talk about… back there?"

"I… I guess?" Ron stammered, his cheeks immediately turning a familiar shade of Weasley red. A part of him had hoped they wouldn't have to discuss this, but another part of him knew that it would be immensely awkward if they didn't address it In any capacity.

"It was… I mean it was good, but… You've always been against that sort of thing," Harry acknowledged, his own cheeks turning red as the two of them stood there, anxiously dancing around the subject, not entirely sure of what to say. Ron had been thinking about it for the entire train ride and had some semblance of a point he wanted to make.

"I… I'll level with you. I'm worried that I'm not exactly… I don't know… Good at… sex. At least nowhere near as good as Hermione. I feel like I'm… I'm disappointing her. So… I've been thinking about broadening my horizons," Ron explained, his cheeks burning hotter and hotter and hotter as he did so, "I'm not saying that what happened in there is the right way, but… But I was so against doing that with you, that when it actually happened, it felt anticlimactic. I was so against it, and it was… normal. So, maybe I'm holding myself back by putting all these constrictions on what I will and will not do."

"I get it. You have pretty much stuck with Hermione. Maybe you need a fresh perspective. Not that I'm saying I am the fresh perspective. But… you know," Harry clarified, making it explicitly clear that his intention wasn't for them to become fuck-buddies in their private lives.

"I'm not saying that I'm wanting to like… go all out with you. Just that… I don't know... I'm not keen on it, but I'm not gonna…" Ron tried to explain, but ultimately fumbled it. In truth, Harry knew exactly what he wanted to say. It wasn't the top of his priorities, but if the chance arose when they were in a larger group, he would exactly go mental at the prospect of it.

"You can stop talking. I understand," Harry interjected, Ron breathing a sigh of relief as he did so. Bowing their heads, the stood there awkwardly for a moment, neither one admitting that conversation was over. If anything, they hoped by simply standing there, their lives would spontaneous continue forward with no input from them at all. Finally, Harry said, "Shall we catch up with the others,"

"Yeah," Ron immediately said, causing Harry and him to bolt for the door, shuffling out the train and catching up with the girls, eager to put the conversation behind them and face the new year at school; all five of them being blissful unaware of the torment that was to follow.

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