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.

10. Chapter 10: Granger and Weasley Inc

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.

I hope you enjoy reading/re-reading the story and are excited for more new chapters soon!

Chapter 10: Granger And Weasley Inc.

The Gryffindor Common Room had become a veritable buzzing hive over the first few days of the term. As the usual excitement of returning to school fizzled out, Fred and George Weasley, in their usual entrepreneurial sense, had kick-started 'Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes', your one stop shop for tricks and treats of all different manners. They had gone about turning the common room into their own little shop, setting up tasting sessions for interested customers and peddling more purchases than they could have imagined. It was quite surprising to watch the second- and third-years flock to their varieties of skiving snack-boxes, whilst the first years took more interest in the magical tricks they sold, including throwable fireworks and pocket-swamps. In truth, it was quite admirable to see their business sense kicking in and the two of them actually succeeding in something. A strange sight to see amongst those that knew of their academic prospects. Word had swiftly begun spreading around the school as various students used their products on other students and teachers alike. Yet, nothing could be traced back to the two of them as they were impeccably precise in both their branding and how they sold them. Having garnered a number of interested onlookers whilst in the common room, Fred and George did most of their more experimental recipes elsewhere in the castle yet did occasionally prepare a few solutions in the common room.

Naturally, Hermione was interested. At first, she saw the rather extreme reactions that some of their sweets inflicted and was initially concerned about the safety of them all, but as she began to actually take notice of what the twins were doing, she noticed a more interesting side to their business. It started at first with Angelina Johnson. Hermione watched Angelina walk up and begin chatting with the two, largely without anything seeming abnormal. They were on the Quidditch Team together and were known to be close, yet Angelina left with a small pouch of sweets. Ones that were taken from a secluded bag, despite there being plenty bags of sweets simply lain out on display on the table. At first, only the Chasers seemed to be getting these mysterious bags of sweets, but as they days went on, Hermione began noticing others talking with the twins and being handed these strange bundles. Parvati Patil seemed rather keen and eager to get her hands on them, having to convince the twins rather enthusiastically. Then Romilda Vane. Then Dean Thomas. Then Patricia Olnstead. Then three fourth years whom Hermione didn't know personally. Doing her best to try and eavesdrop on the conversations they had, Hermione found herself completely out of the loop. She tried to ask Parvati about them, but the girl was rather secretive about them. She was almost completely convinced that the twins were using the Entoxivus Vial to produce their sweets. They simply didn't have the storage capacity or means to get large amounts of ingredients to Hogwarts. Eventually, Hermione conceded to the fact that she would simply just have to ask. Calming herself, she walked straight up to the twins as she had seen Parvati do, her arms folded, and her eyebrows raised.

"Ah, Fred… It would seem we've incurred the attentions of our favourite prefect," George smiled, turning away from a customer to stare down Hermione's glare. Stowing away the galleons he had just received, Fred sighed and turned to greet her, the two of them having already anticipated Hermione's interference.

"Granger? Interested in something to help skive with class. A lady like you must need a break every now and again," Fred beamed, maintaining his salesman charisma, even as Hermione scoffed at it. Running her hand over one of the bags of skiving treats, she couldn't help but think that this was a terrible thing to be allowed to continue.

"That depends. Are any of these dangerous?" Hermione asked, looking up at Fred and George who both eyed one another up, trying to silently come up with a way to play with the truth a little. Turning back, the two smiled those cheesy smiles, causing her to roll her eyes

"No. Of course not. Provided you take the supplied antidote sweet after you've swindled your way out of class," George clarified, being very careful with the language he was using, given who he was talking with and her proficiency in seeing through the two of them.

"And if someone were to get someone to eat one of your sweets and then not give them the antidote?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrow, and watching the two twins squirm somewhat. Fred was next to speak, reciting a very well prepared if not legally sound statement.

"We at Weasley Wizard Wheezes are not liable for any third-party implementation of our products," he smiled, watching Hermione snicker at it. Quickly turning away to attend to another customer, Fred ducked back just in time to hear what Hermione really wanted.

"Forget it. That's not why I'm here. You're selling specific sweets to specific people, right? I've seen Parvati, Angelina, Romilda, Dean, Patricia, and several others all buying sweets that you aren't offering to everyone," Hermione asked, laying out in explicit detail everything she had observed. In truth, she wanted to confirm her suspicions that the twins were using the vial in production. Doing so would mean that she simply needed to find where they made their sweets in order to acquire the vial. And beyond that, she was simply curious. It was a unique clientele they were selling to, and Hermione wanted to know exactly why.

"Oh, it would seem we've been made George," Fred sighed, folding his arms as George quickly interjected, watching Hermione's brief moment of victory fizzle away in a single instant. The twins were sharp and were even more so when bouncing of one another.

"I wouldn't be so quick. Have any of those people told you about those sweets?" George asked, causing Hermione to step back a little. She had done everything she could to figure it out, yet everyone seemed hesitant to tell her. Perhaps it was because she was a Prefect. Perhaps because she was who she was. Seeing her startled look in response to his question, George quickly changed tact and smiled, "Then you must be mistaken. Those sweets are distributed by our advance reservation programme and are simply a means for individuals to pre-order packages and not have to wait in lines."

"That is obviously a lie," Hermione sighed. Running out of her options, Hermione turned to both of them and took a deep breath. Not knowing exactly what she was about to inquire about, she leaned forwards and with as much secrecy as possible, muttered, "Listen… I want some."

"But you don't know what they are, Granger?" George countered. Frustrated, Hermione was about to snap. The fact that the two of them were so hesitant to acquire new customers for their side business baffled her and she was about to let them know, when Fred interceded.

"Now, now, George… Perhaps we have misjudged Hermione, here," Fred said suddenly, drawing both her and George's attention. Sharing a look with one another, the two silently agreed to something, before Fred leant over the table and drew Hermione's ear closer to them, "We'll level with you, Granger… We could use a hand with something. Something that just so happens to be academic in nature. So, how about a deal?"

"You lend us that big ol' brain of yours and we'll disclose the nature of those mysterious sweets that those fine customers have been purchasing? Sound good?" George added, wanting to make explicit what they wanted. Frankly, this only made her even more hesitant. Suddenly the two of them appeared very seedy in their tone. She trusted them to an extent, but it wasn't the kind of trust that was invariable. It was clear they didn't want help with an essay or homework assignment. Sighing, she ultimately conceded.

"Fine. What are the sweets?" Hermione sighed, eager to conclude her investigation and figure out exactly what they were selling and whether or not she should be concerned about it. Unfortunately, that wasn't answered as swiftly as she would have liked.

"Now, now… These are business hours. How about we meet in the Girl's Bathroom on the second floor. After classes. Nice and quiet," Fred suggested, further unnerving Hermione. The fact they were doing anything in the girl's bathroom was concerning, but once again, Hermione stifled her urge to react and simply nodded.

"Okay… The things I do…" she groaned, turning away, and leaving the two of them to their business as she headed out for classes. The twins had managed to distract her from ever present reality that Professor Umbridge could quite possibly ruin her chances of passing Defence Against The Dark Arts. Her incompetence as a teacher was unfathomable and the level of control, she exhibited over her classroom was nothing short of extreme. The very first lesson, she forcibly ensured that every single students' shirt was buttoned completely, and every single skirt complied with her own personal length standards. She'd often rectify uniform issues openly in the middle of the halls, berating girls for blatant sluttery. Fortunately, Hermione escaped most of this, yet she was somewhat concerned for Harry. He had detention with her which was steadily advancing and if the bitter vitriol she displayed in public was anything to go by, a private detention seemed to be a recipe for hell. Making her way through her classes, Hermione finally slogged through another boring recital of a pitiful excuse of a textbook and made her way towards the second-floor bathroom, keen and eager to get to the bottom of this. Stepping inside, she was absolutely stunned.

The twins had a proper set-up. Several tables were positioned around the bathroom with potion apparatus and product production lines, some of which were actually enchanted to be automated. Immediately as Hermione stepped in, the two raised their wands in preparation to pack everything up, only to stop as Hermione stepped forwards. Baffled by the dedication the two were putting in, she couldn't help but look at them admirably, "You're actually taking all this seriously?"

"Yeah. Of course. Now more than ever. Umbridge seems to have us a target. She stopped us in the corridors and searched us. Even forced us to eat one of our sweets," George smirked, prompting a look from Hermione as she noted their unaffected faces.

"And? Was it boils? Or pus-filled sores?" she asked, her limited knowledge of their products showing as they chuckled. Plucking the bag from his pocket, he took a sweet out and happily chewed on it, much to Hermione's visible confusion.

"No. Sugar pill. The moment we saw what she was like we adapted our process. We don't carry any of actual sweets on us. She was furious. I think she expected us to explode," Fred chortled, remembering the face vividly. She may have been a bitch, but Umbridge would be fun to mess with.

"That's actually clever," Hermione smirked without thinking. An audible, exaggerated gasp filled the room as both George and Fred looked at one another in complete and utter disbelief, playing up their complete disbelief at the compliment they had received.

"Wow, George. I think that sentence right there is more impactful than any half-assed grade we've ever received in our lives," Fred beamed, wishing he could capture this moment in eternity. Giggling herself, Hermione turned to them expectantly.

"I'm flattered you hold my opinion in such high regard," she smiled, examining the intricate set up they had for their potion production. Not to mention the boxes of vials and all manner of ingredients, "This is all rather sophisticated. Why do you need my help?"

Giving one last glance at each other, the twins gestured for her to follow them over to a table. Several large bags of assorted sweets were all laid out, unlabelled yet very distinct, "These are our side project. Not got a name yet, but these are sexually enhancing sweets,"

"We've got virility enhancements, inhibition removers, cock enlargements, breast enhancements…" George detailed, pointing each of them out in turn as Hermione looked at them with complete disbelief. The fact that they had the capacity to make these was incredible. Blushing slightly Hermione felt a little ashamed that her first thought was how she herself would use them, "Naturally, we don't want to be selling these to everyone. We're keeping it on the downlow, and we trust in your ability to continue that."

"What do you need my help with?" Hermione asked, still in the dark about exactly why she was here. It seemed like the twins had everything sorted and that they were well into production of their perverse little gimmicks. Her input was hardly necessary.

"These are all pretty simple recipes. We're trying to expand our range with some more complex and… specific recipes. But… Fred, show her the Vial," George said, perking up Hermione's ears. Turning swiftly around, Hermione stifled a gasp as Fred plucked from a case an elegant green glass vial, inlaid with various ornamental pieces and an elaborate stopper. Her initial instinct was to grab it and run but realised she wouldn't get very far.

"We bought this from that salesman last year at the Quidditch World Cup. With this and this manuscript, we can produce these recipes with minimal ingredients and on a large scale. But… It's not working with these more complicated recipes," Fred explained, handing her the vial which she took with quivering hands. Procuring the accompanying manuscript, Fred laid it out on the table, flipping through several pages. Not only were they using the vial for their salacious potions, but for the other ones as well. The vial seemed immensely versatile and capable of much more than she anticipated.

"Okay. Let's have a look at the manuscript. Which recipe are you trying to make?" Hermione asked, thinking that her best bet to get away with the vial was to maintain the façade of her involvement. Leaning over the manuscript, she watched them flip through the manuscript to one the final pages, revealing their intentions, "Wait? This can produce Fertility potions? Aren't they really hard to make. The ingredients cost a fortune!"

"That's the point of the vial. You only need a couple store cupboard ingredients to make vialfuls of the potion. Well, in theory," Fred explained as Hermione gaped at the realisation. She had experienced the majesty of a fertility potion with Apolline Delacour in the previous year, but they were exceedingly rare. The potions were incredibly difficult to produce so they production was handled by the ministry. If you wanted a baby, you applied for two doses. One for the conception and one for the birth. No one was ever denied doses, but individuals that failed to get pregnant and were obviously abusing the system for their own pleasure were blacklisted, meaning that recreational fertility potions would make Fred and George billionaires. Not to mention immensely popular.

"You have plenty of the ingredients, right? Make a batch…" she breathed in awe. Taking a step back, she watched them add small pieces of the ingredients into a vial before adding the droplet of the Entoxivus. The mixture bubbled and shrivelled turning into a few drops as opposed to swelling to fill the container. Re-reading it, Hermione quickly pieced it together, "I see your problem. All of the potions in this section are reduction based. When you make the potion normally, you reduce a massive amount of ingredients down into a smaller concentrated product. The principle must be the same. Even if the vial is magically producing it, it's reducing it as per the amount of ingredients you put in."

"So, if we use a cauldron full of the ingredients, it'll produce a regular batch?" George asked eagerly. Both he and Fred were thrilled at the revelation. Even if it would require more effort, the niche sweets would undoubtedly make them absolute bank.

"I assume so? Or you could reduce the ingredients on their own and then combine them," Hermione explained, watching as the twins gathered a large cauldron and packed it to the brim with the ingredients. With the cauldron full, they tentatively added a small droplet of the liquid, watching it bubble and fizzle for several seconds. It seemed to swell before slowly shrinking, reducing the contents of the cauldron down to half. Slowly steadying, the liquid rested in the cauldron, stopping its reaction, and filling the room with a palpably sweet smell.

"Well… we've sorted our volume issues. Now… We should check if it works…" Fred suggested, dipping a small vial in and holding it up to the light. The two twins shared a glance with one another before instinctively looking towards Hermione, the girl's eyes widening as she realised what they wanted from her. Cocking her hips, she raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Why are you two looking at me?" she snapped, knowing exactly why but wanting to see the two of them attempt to argue why she should taste it, despite not being involved in the business at all. The two of them looked at one another, their mouths opening yet failing to stammer anything.

"You're… a girl… And don't muggle girls typically… have them?" George argued, looking at Hermione's unflinching face and realising he was getting absolutely nowhere. Wincing, he turned to Fred who was equally unable to come up with a viable reason yet was equally interested in not being the one to test it.

"You two are the ones who want to sell them. I don't get anything out of this. Other than you two staring at me," Hermione retorted, trying to figure out exactly how she could twist this into them giving her the Vial. It was a long shot and frankly impossible, yet a small part of her hoped they would part with it on amicable terms.

"We'll give you a batch for free?" Fred suggested, hoping she would take it. The offer was tempting. She remembered that night with Apolline as one of the single most pleasurable experiences of her entire life, and the prospect of having several sweets that could provide her with that was intensely enticing.

"I want the entirety of that cauldronful…" she stated, causing the twins to stammer. They had used the last of their batch of ingredients on that cauldronful. They would have to wait to Christmas before being able to produce another full batch like that. She could see their hesitancy. As George turned to argue, she smirked and interjected, "Drink it yourself then… Georgina…"

Fred couldn't help but smirk. Conceding, the two of them nodded. Sighing, Fred clarified the terms of their agreement as he went over to the cauldron and winced at what they were sacrificing, "The entire cauldronful. Once we've tested it works, we'll whip the sweets up right here and now. Do you prefer gummies? Truffles?"

"Sherbet. The potion is incredibly sweet," she said without thinking. Nodding in agreement, the three of them stood there awkwardly for a moment, not entirely sure what to do. As the reality of what she had agreed to set in, she blushed a deeper red than before. As she stepped forwards and took the vial from George, she took a deep breath. This would get her one step closer to that vial. Not only that, but she'd also get a bounty of opportunities to use that potion in the future. And… it was a new, intense sexual experience. Well, not brand new, but new enough. As she was about to swallow it, she quickly remembered what Apolline told her. Handing the vial back to George, she took a step back and pull her jumper up over her head. Unclasping her bra, she exposed her breasts, quickly and un-sexily dropping her skirt and panties alongside them. Her softened cock bounced and flopped against her thighs. Breathing deeply, she turned back to the twins and noted their widened eyes. It felt like her mind was in two different places and perpetually trying to catch up with itself. Her cheeks turned a bright red as she acknowledged her nudity. Taking the potion back, she calmed herself down, getting into the correct mindset.

"How did she know what it tasted like before…" Fred asked quietly, the two twins watching in awe as she tipped the contents of the potion into her mouth. Swallowing it, she relished in the familiar exotic flavour, letting it fill her mouth as her eyes closed. It took a moment for the liquid to settle in her stomach, but when it did, her body suddenly seized up. Winded, she took a deep breath as her eyes bulged. Steadily, her body began to grow warmer and warmer, her fingers tingling as the heat swept through her entirely. It seemed to be pulling down towards her crotch, swelling and throbbing between her legs. Sinking down onto her knees, she clenched her fists as the warmth turned to pleasure. Breathing heavily, she threw her head back and let out a guttural moan of pleasure, her cock pulsating wildly yet not hardening at all. Slowly, she felt the softness of her cock against her thigh begin to shrink, twisting inwards until it disappeared entirely. Burrowing into her crotch, her insides began to twist and turn, until the intense pleasure of an orgasm flooded through her body. Moaning and contorting wildly, she felt her thighs begin to glisten and gleam as arousal flowed from her pussy, dripping, and covering her pale creamy thighs. Squealing loudly and uncharacteristically, she fell forwards on all fours, breathing wildly as the pleasure and sensitivity of her body began to subside. Catching her breath, she slumped back on her knees, her eyes heavy and her lips stretched into a perverse grin; one that betrayed the utter bliss.

"Oh fuck!" she laughed, her hand resting against her thigh. Every inch of her body seemed to tingle slightly as she looked up at the twins, the two of them looking at her with complete awe. Their trousers were bulging as a result, with their cocks having swelled as a result of the transformation.

"You alright, Hermione?" Fred asked, a little concerned about what had happened, yet able to tell that the smile on her face was one of genuine bliss. In truth, the kempt and rather reserved bookworm had become somewhat of a delirious mess. Her mind was steadily reaffirming itself.

"Yeah… It takes it out of you… Oh my… I forgot how good this feels," Hermione grinned, looking down between her thighs and suddenly stopping. Her fingers dropped to her folds and dipped along the central slit, ignoring the pleasure that came as a result of it. Her other hand passed across her crotch and the strip of hair that carved its way upwards from her pussy. It looked… It looked exactly like her mothers.

"So… It worked," George commented, unable to draw his eyes away from the bizarre new entrance that had appeared between Hermione's thighs. It was dripping wet and almost sparkling, drawing the eye no matter where you tried to look. Even Hermione was enthralled with it.

"Yeah. Yeah, it did. Oh, my… So… About those sweets," Hermione smirked, pulling herself up onto her feet. Staggering somewhat, she felt a strange confidence overtake her. She felt like she was different. Like she was emboldened. As if the transformation of her anatomy had trigged something in her. Flipped a switch, even if it was momentarily.

"Erm… Yeah. We'll get them started," Fred stammered, breathing heavily as he begrudgingly moved his eyes away from her and began to prepare the sweets. Even then, his eyes would constantly wander elsewhere, looking over at her, admiring those sweet, sweet folds, wondering how they felt and tasted.

"Okay. And then we can fuck," Hermione smiled, watching the two of them suddenly turn to look at her, sure that they had misheard what she had said, yet she grinned back at them, that newfound confidence claiming her words for her, "Oh, come on you two. We know where this is going. I'm naked, wet, and horny. You two are as hard as anything. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

"You feeling okay Hermione?" George asked, a little concerned that she was being so completely open and eager about it. In truth, he felt a little dumb for questioning such a proposition, yet as he looked at her, he did feel a modicum of concern for her wellbeing.

"I'm feeling great. Like a whole new woman. It's quite exciting, isn't it? I just… I feel good," she smiled, thinking over the question that she had been asked. She felt completely different. As if someone else had taken over her body, yet she was still Hermione. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she slowly began to think, her mind drifting back and forth. It was inherent in her nature to try and figure out what was happening with her, yet she stood actively opposed to that nature, instead thinking, "And… I want to. Yeah, I do want to. And as reasons go, that's a good one."

"Well… We have only been able to verify that it looks like one on the outside. We should probably check that it Is functional…" George suggested, trying to offer up a logical reason that them having sex was a good idea, yet before he could completely finish, Hermione stopped him.

"Stop. I don't want a proper reason. I want to and that's enough. I don't want some logical Hermione Granger reason to do this. I… I want to. And when it comes to sex, that's all that matters," Hermione said, looking down at her folds as she did so. For whatever reason, that felt familiar. What she had said. And though she couldn't place it then and there, she would come realise exactly why she said that later, with a clearer mind and a more perceptive analysis.

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"Oh… Mmmm…" Hermione moaned, leaning back in the seat, her cock twitching and throbbing in front of her, pre-cum flowing from her tip with each stroke of the slickened hand. Back and forth it pumped, the finger tightening at just the right moments, squeezing her length just when she needed it, teasing and coaxing pleasure from every inch of her orgasm-starved cock. So, consumed by the intensity of the pleasure, Hermione didn't hear the person next to her speak, only snapping back to reality when she was sharply nudged.

"More oil, sweetie?" her mother asked, holding up the bottle of baby oil as her hand glided back and forth, working her daughter's cock intently. Only able to nod, Hermione let out a groan as her mother drizzled a liberal amount of baby oil over her cock, the warmed oil drizzling over her tip, several beads rolling along her shaft before they were collected by her mother and steadily worked into her throbbing length. Distracted by the pleasure, Hermione didn't care about her surroundings, simply revelling in the pleasure surging through her cock and ignoring the discomfort of the car seat. Mrs Granger was more aware, glancing out of the windows into the darkened car park, a little frustrated that they were reduced to this. Mr Granger was at home all day and they couldn't risk sending him away again, meaning that their own feasible option was to take a trip themselves down to a secluded woodland car-park and relish the quiet serenity of nature whilst jerking of her own daughter's cock. To her surprise, her daughter didn't seem to care much about their surroundings. The public nature of it all didn't seem to faze her, making her wonder just what happened at the school for magic. Brushing it to the side, Mrs Granger focussed on her daughter's cock, dropping a second hand down to her length. Pumping two oiled hands along her cock, she made sure to equally attend to her daughter's balls. It may have only been an oiled handjob, but Mrs Granger liked to adhere to her own personal standards. Smearing oily over her heavy balls, she stifled her own gasp of surprise. Once again, her daughter's balls were completely and utterly full. The kind of full that would only happen after a week of abstinence. Startled, she smiled, "Hermione? I'd probably take your top off. You've got quite the big load saved up. Wouldn't want to get it messy."

"Right… Thanks," Hermione breathed, leaning forwards. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, she pulled it upwards, quickly throwing it into the back seat of the car. Quick to help, Mrs Granger unclasped her daughter's bra, letting Hermione discard it, her supple breasts bouncing free. Unable to stop herself from licking her lips at the sight of Hermione's tiny pink nipples, standing rock hard from arousal and looking delectably enticing, Mrs Granger turned back to her cock, resolving to get her daughter to empty that delectable load. Speeding her slick hands up, Mrs Granger's eyes followed the rise and fall of her daughter's chest, the gentle bounce of Hermione's delicate handful sized breasts. The cool air of the car had ignited goosebumps across her creamy skin, her nipples slowly hardening as they were openly exposed to the chill. They were so delectably shaped and simply begging for attention that Mrs Granger struggled to maintain her hand movements, instead focussing on ogling those juicy breasts, wanting to squeeze and fondle them, burying her lips between their soft plump heavenly brilliance. The moment her daughter had fished out her cock, Mrs Granger had begun to be aroused, her own panties clutching and clinging to her slickening pussy. She had come to terms with the inherent arousal she found in her daughter's unique anatomy, but that didn't make it any easier to sit there and abstain from pleasuring herself whilst her body urged and begged and pleaded with her to do so. Suddenly, her thoughtful haze was broken by Hermione's moans, "Mum? What's wrong?"

"Oh… erm… Sorry I… I was just…" she began, realising that she had ground to a complete halt, her hands resting around Hermione's cock, simply holding it upright as she marvelled at her daughter's surprising bustiness. Blushing slightly, Mrs Granger finally stammered a response, "I was just thinking that because of your tendency to… explode a little, it might be a good idea for me to take my top of as well. Just to keep them clean."

"Right… Sure. I mean, I don't mind," Hermione breathed, watching her mother lifted her top up with her oily fingers, smearing streaks of the slickness across her skin. Quick to lend a hand just as her mother hand done, Hermione unclasped her mother's bra, watching it topple to the ground, her breasts bouncing free. Forgetting her hands were drenched in oil, Mrs Granger squeezed and massaged her tits as she usually did, getting used to being able to breath freely, completely missing the fact that she had now effectively lubed up her tits to a nice, delicious looking shimmer, her skin gleaming with oil and drawing her daughter's lustful attention once again. Reaching back over, Mrs Granger continued her work, stroking and pumping along her daughter's cock, titillated and excited by the fact that she and her daughter were sitting in a public car-park with their tits out, moaning and groaning amidst a steamy embrace of slickened oil. Becoming distracted, Mrs Granger barely noticed Hermione's gaze following the bounce and spring of her breasts. In fact, the only moment that she noticed her stare was when it left her chest and glanced out the window, her eyes widening as she did so, "Oh my god! Mum! Someone's out there!"

"What? Jesus Christ… Oh fucking hell… Quickly… Grab your… Ah, fuck," Mrs Granger stammered, glancing out the window, her eyes widening in realisation. There were a group of people lingering by the tree-line, directly watching their car. They were far away enough that they wouldn't have been able to see in, yet they were inching closer and closer to the car, their hands seemingly down their trousers, groping at themselves. And all behind the façade of masks and balaclavas. Panicking, Mrs Granger reached for the ignition, her oily hands slipping up as she turned the key. Eventually, the car revved into life, and she was able to wipe her hands down enough that she could steer, all the while cursing to herself, "I thought they didn't do this tonight…"

Not catching onto her mother's muttering, Hermione had primarily concerned herself with hiding her massive throbbing cock and exposed breasts, grabbing her t-shirt to cover both of them, but struggling to occlude any aspect of her anatomy. Speeding away, Mrs Granger was able to put considerable distance between them and the car-park, not worrying for a moment about her driving through the suburbs with her tits hanging out. Only when they had arrived back home and pulled into the garage did they both breathe a sigh of relief, with Mrs Granger slumping back against the seat with heavy sigh. Turning to one another, the two of them couldn't help but let out a laugh as they realised the state, they were; half naked and half oiled up, all the while driving through their hometown in full view of any passing cars. It was only then that Hermione thought on what her mother had said and looked at her quizzically.

"Back then… You said you thought they didn't do this tonight? What do you mean? Did you know them? They were wearing masks," Hermione asked, watching her mother's cheeks turn a shade of red as she swallowed her lower lip, bowing her head nervously.

"I was hoping you wouldn't ask that… Well… Yes, I… Do you know of them. Not them specifically… Erm… How to put this… Well. The reason I took us there to relieve you was because I know from experience that is a very secluded area. It just so happens to be a… a dogging hotspot," Mrs Granger conceded, glancing sideways in expectance of disapproval from her daughter. Instead, she got confusion.

"Dogging? What the hell is dogging?" Hermione asked, unaware of how strange that question was coming from someone who was so adept in the world of sex. Regardless, Mrs Granger winced once again as she realised, she was going to have to explain the intricacies of dogging to her daughter.

"It's… public sex. People go there to have sex in public. And other people go there to watch them have sex. Some people go to have sex with the people watching. It's… I don't know… But that is the local area for it," she explained, hoping that would end the conversation there and then.

"How… Wait? How do you know when they usually do it?" Hermione asked, her sharp mind coming in handy, much to her mother's dismay. Turning an even deeper beet red, her mother looked out the window nervously, only responding when her daughter prompted her, "Mum?"

"Listen sweetie… When you first left for Hogwarts, your dad and I were left with… with a surplus of time on our hands and a completely empty house…" Mrs Granger explained. It was ultimately true. They had the perfect opportunity to do so many different things and the first thing that sprung to mind was to expand their sexual horizons, "So… We got creative."

"You and dad go dogging?" Hermione questioned, absolutely astounded that her parents could be so prolific in such regards. That they were so sexually orientated to do that sort of thing. It was absolutely baffling. Yet the look on her mother's face was genuine.

"Among other things. We took the opportunity with you out of the house to explore our sexuality and have some fun. And when we learned about the car-park, we thought it would be exciting. Like we were teenagers again. Turns out it was a lot of fun. Your dad kinda likes being watched…" Mrs Granger chuckled. She and her husband had done a lot of different things. The number of sex toys that weren't packaged in the bag she showed her daughter were testament to it. And, they had gone to dogging, enjoying it to different degrees. Where Mr Granger liked being watched, Mrs Granger preferred strapons.

"Oh my god…" Hermione breathed, unable to not imagine her parents in this very car, having strangers pressing themselves against the window, watching hungrily as they were intimate with one another. It was disgusting and… thrilling in some ways, "Did you… Did you ever do stuff with the strangers?"

"No. No. We kept the doors locked and stuff. We didn't want to go that far with complete strangers," Mrs Granger explained, though she and her husband had debated it, going back and forth, saying that as long as they used condoms or only got a handjob or only touched them, then it would be fine. Tactfully, Mrs Granger didn't expose that to her daughter.

"But why? You and dad are the local dentists? What if you were recognised? What possible reason could you have for it?" Hermione stammered, unable to figure out why her parents would take such a risk. It made no possible sense to her. The notion that they would risk that much, and for what.

"Because it was fun. And sometimes, when it comes to sex, that's all you need. We wanted to, so we did," Mrs Granger explained "Sex is about enjoying it. I know for you it's more of a necessity, but it is fun. If it was just about getting the job done, the world would stop with a handjob or a couple fingers. But people have sex. Because it's fun. Because they want to. Sometimes… You can do something like that without needing to worry about it."

"I… I…" Hermione stuttered, a little surprised at how profound that statement was to her. Leaning over to her, Mrs Granger looked her daughter in the eye, resting an elbow on the back of her seat as she looked Hermione up and down, hoping Hermione wouldn't pick up on what she was doing.

"Sweetie… Intimacy doesn't need logic," Mrs Granger smiled, lowering a hand to her daughter's cock which had remained rigid and exposed throughout all of this. Grabbing her by the base, she pumped her palm back and forth a couple times, looking at her daughter with a soft and sympathetic stare, "You do because you want to…"

"I… Mum!" was all Hermione was able to get out before her mother's lips fell on her. Before she knew it, the oiled head of her throbbing cock, gleaming with pre-cum had slipped into her mother's mouth, with Mrs Granger tightening her lips as her tongue lathered her daughter's tip with more lubricant in the form of saliva. Looking down, Hermione saw her mother's face contorted in a state of bliss, a moan escaping her cock-stuffed lips, as she worked her hand along her cock, jerking and milking more pre-cum up into her mouth. Lapping her tongue across the bulbous head, she licked it clean, tasting her daughter's pre-cum, but more importantly, feeling her daughter throb and twitch against her tongue. Any meagre defence that Hermione would have put up against the act melted away in tandem with the weaving movements of her mother's tongue coaxing her into a state of euphoria, her lips parting and deep salacious moans escaping, "Oh… Mum… That's… Oh fu…"

It had been far too long since Hermione had had her cock in someone's mouth and the sublime nature of it somewhat overwhelmed her. Due in part to her mother's talent. Effortlessly, her mouth rolled her lips along her cock, swallowing inch after inch, welcoming her engorged shaft deeper into her throat. Propping herself up on her knees allowed Mrs Granger more access, easily being able to nestle her lips around the base of Hermione's cock, feeling her thick length swelling in her throat, pulsating, and throbbing against the tight confines of her gullet. She could feel Hermione's balls churning in her hand, tightening, and shaking with the slightest movement of her lips. As much as Mrs Granger could say she was enjoying this, the most intensely satisfying part was feeling her daughter's hand drop down to the back of her head, holding her lips firmly downwards, openly encouraging her own mother to choke on the fatness of her cock whilst moaning happily. Chuckling slightly, Mrs Granger began to work her lips back along Hermione's cock, sliding them a couple inches up before easing them downwards, keeping her daughter's cock buried as far inside her throat as possible, all the while working it into her mouth. Guiding her mother's lips, Hermione found herself fighting to keep her eyes open. As much as she wanted to simply succumb to the bliss and lean back to enjoy the blowjob, she wanted to watch her mother's lips stretching around her cock her hand massaging her balls, her breasts lightly bouncing and jiggling as a result of her movements, her jeans sinking down over her hips further and further, flaunting the pair of panties her mother was wearing. Everywhere she looked, she was met with an orgasmic sight, one that would have brought her to fruition then and there if she wasn't determined to enjoy her mother's wonderful lips for as long as was possible.

Glancing up at Hermione, Mrs Granger saw Hermione's free hand resting on one of her breasts, lightly teasing her own nipple as she allowed her mother to gorge herself. Seeing that, Mrs Granger conceded to the satisfaction and reached a hand down between her own legs. Struggling with the buttons on her jeans with her slippery fingers, she managed to unclasp them and dip a slick hand down into her panties. Her fingers carved along her folds with ease, the oil making for a slicker and more enjoyable experience as she instantly slipped three of them into her cunt, moaning loudly around Hermione's cock. Bouncing her lips back and forth with increased enthusiasm, she slurped hungrily, ignoring the oil on her tongue and simply savouring the slight deliciousness of her copious amounts of pre-cum. Mrs Granger was no stranger to blowjobs and she could tell Hermione was on the verge of cumming. She could tell from the twitches and deep breathing that she was holding off. That she wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. Blushing slightly from the fact her daughter was enjoying her mother's mouth so much -yet continuing to rock her fingers in and out of her pussy-, Mrs Granger wanted to taste Hermione's cum more than anything. She wanted to feel it pumping into her stomach, to feel her daughter's cock spasming and twitching in her lips. It was one thing to vigorously jerk her cock off, but another to feel the intricate details of her cock erupting in her throat. Just thinking about it whilst finger-fucking herself made her insanely horny, her body begging her to succumb to the desire of stripping naked and sheathing Hermione inside of her pussy. As intense a pleasure as that was, it would be short lived and she would get more out of swallowing Hermione's load. Building up a slow and manageable rhythm, Mrs Granger prepared to make her daughter squirm and explode, drenching the back of her throat in cum and allowing her to play with herself that night knowing that the next day, Hermione would be craving a blowjob from start to finish. And Mrs Granger would be more than happy to oblige that desire in as slick and sloppy a manner possible.

Dropping her lips right to her daughter's base, Mrs Granger lightly squeezed her balls, all the while stretching her tongue out to lap and lick at the fringes of Hermione's heavy cum-filled balls. The added titillation and surprise addition caused Hermione's cock to twitch, the first bead of cum splashing into Mrs Granger's throat. With her cock right on the edge of orgasm, all she had to do was slowly and lovingly draw her lips all the way back up to her tip. As she did so, rope after rope of cum pumped from her cock, spraying into her throat and finally into her mouth, allowing her to taste the delightful taste of her own daughter's cum. Hermione, disappointed that she could be forced to cum so swiftly, conceded, allowing her balls to empty and relent to the perfect pleasure of her mother's throat. Plucking her lips from Hermione's cock with a smirk, Mrs Granger swallowed the last few drops, her hand continuing to stroke Hermione's cock until it began to soften and flop against her thigh, leaving the young girl breathless, yet completely and utterly satiated. Mrs Granger, however, was reminded of just how many times they had done this, all with Hermione leaving content and her own pussy burning and throbbing in dire desperation for some form of pleasure. It was just like her earlier advice. Fingers and hands suffice, but sometimes you want and need more. However, she couldn't bring it upon herself to ask her own daughter to go so far as to fuck her. Instead, she pulled back, slipping her hand out of her panties as she flopped against the chair. Wiping her chin, she turned to her bereft and exhausted daughter, a smirk stretching across the older woman's face.

"Taking our shirts of was kind of pointless then, eh?" she smirked, eliciting a light giggle from her daughter who was still reeling from the intense oral satisfaction of her mother's lips and found herself unable to comment. Breathing deeply, she nodded and smile, with that being all the response she could muster. Returning the smile, Mrs Granger grabbed her own t-shirt and pull it on, handing Hermione her clothes before opening the car door, "What did we agree on? We headed to the pharmacy, but decided to grab some food whilst we were there? That's why we took so long?"

"Yeah… Oh and mum… I'd button up your jeans before you go in," Hermione managed to call out as her mother stepped out the car. Surprised by Hermione catching that detail, a momentary burst of panic rushed through her head. Did Hermione know that she had been fingering herself. Or was she just politely commenting to allow her to avoid any embarrassment. Simply nodding and rectifying that, she decided that that was a topic that would be better discussed before their next session as opposed to now With her breasts bouncing freely behind her t-shirt, she entered the house, leaving Hermione to clean herself up following her first ever motherly blowjob.

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The bubbling brewing of various potions scarcely overshadowed the slick sounds of sloppy blowjobs. On her knees, Hermione hummed softly as she passed her lips along Fred's cock, working slowly and methodically as her tongue lathered liberal amounts of saliva along his length. One of her other hands grasped George's shaft, pumping and smearing saliva across his cock, her mouth having already slavered across his meaty cock only minutes before. Her free hand was naturally buried between her legs. The movements of her lips didn't match that of her hand as she ran fingers through her folds, massaging and working her newfound slickness with eager desire, wanting to learn her sweet spots and tracing the most pleasurable aspects of her anatomy. Dipping a finger inside herself occasionally, she was immensely surprised at the clutching nature of her new pussy. Her tightness was overwhelming and reminded her of the very first time she took a cock inside of her at all. Despite that being in her ass, her pussy felt seemingly tighter, hugging the digit she was sawing in and out of herself as tightly as possible. Struggling to figure out how she had managed to take Apolline's magnificently impressive cock the year prior, Hermione found her concern steadily fizzling away, her priorities shifting towards the two meaty cocks in her mouth. They seemed larger than they were the last time they did this, yet it had been a while so she may have been mistaken. Her overwhelming arousal prevented her from noting the fact that the twins had proudly announced that they had managed to make sweets that actively enlarged their cocks. It would only make sense that they took those sweets like pills whenever unveiling their cocks to someone. Not that Hermione cared. Bigger was more often better in this case.

At this point and time, both Fred and George were paralysed by pleasure. Not in the sense that it was overwhelming, but rather they didn't want to move and sacrifice it. Worried that this perfect situation of Hermione Granger on her knees with her legs spread, flaunting a slick, dripping wet pussy, all the while bobbing her head along their cocks and fingering herself, would suddenly cease with the slightest movement, the twins instead opted to stand there, simply letting their lengths get worked. But even with their inactivity, their eyes remained latched on a single thing. Hermione's pussy. It was completely and utterly alien to them. Even more so than it was to Hermione. Hermione at least grew up in an environment that taught her that the cock her legs was not the normal circumstance. She was aware of what muggle women boasted between their thighs. She knew the general outline of what a pussy was and looked like. The twins knew nothing other than that of cock. Whilst they knew muggle women had something different, it may have been a tentacle for all the knew. So, seeing it so tantalisingly close, glimmering and shimmering in its peculiar way, absolutely enthralled the two of them. It was a completely new prospect for pleasure. And that was unbelievably exciting. As Hermione's eager lips worked their cocks, their eyes steadily turned towards one another, their glances able to convey their understanding and convey their wishes. As delicious as her blowjobs were, they were hardly capitalising on the unique pleasures provided.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed as George grabbed her head and pulled her lips from Fred's cock. Assuming that the twin had grown jealousy and was exceptionally eager for his turn once more, Hermione kept her lips parted, anticipating a cock being thrust down her throat. Instead, both the twins grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet, the girl staggering slightly as the two of them looked at one another. They both stood in front of her, planning to drop down to their knees, yet as soon as they both attempted to do that, they hit another snag. They both wanted to taste her. To use their tongues as they would normally, but in upon this new glistening frontier. They were, however, not able to do so at the same exact time. Sighing, the two of them lifted their hands, rock-paper-scissoring as Hermione stood there expectantly, confused by the two twins as they repeatedly played game after game, evidently deciding that now -whilst they were on the cusp of pleasuring her- was the optimal time for a best of five scenario. Groaning in disappointment, Fred rose to his feet and allowed George to shuffle into place between her legs, looking up at her dripping wet entrance, curious and eager to taste this utterly new thing. Expecting them to take turns, Hermione was pleasantly surprised when Fred shirked her offer to jerk him off and instead made his way behind her and towards her tight, puckered asshole. This was a pleasure she could never have anticipated.

George was the first to move, extending his tongue and tentatively running it along her pussy, tasting her sweet slickness for the first time. Rather pleasantly surprised, he lifted his hands and began to fervently explore her folds, peeling them apart with his fingers and tongue, weaving them up and down with active interest. Fortunately for Hermione, that interest almost directly translated into pleasure, with every part of her new anatomy being incredibly sensitive. Even the slightest brush from George's fingers as he moved his hand was enough to make her moan. So as his tongue wove amongst her folds, easing along the various channels of her slickness, working beneath her labia and exploring the slick indent of her entrance, Hermione was plunged into perpetual pleasure. Her hands rested on George's head, not prompting or pulling him away from her pussy, but instead simply using him to keep herself upright as pleasure shuddered through her legs, quivering through her body in the most delightful ways. The more engrossed that George became in devouring her pussy, licking and lapping at every single possible part of her delicious hole, the more unsteady Hermione became, swaying back and forth and relying on Fred behind her to keep her from toppling down in mess of spasms and shuddering pleasure. Breathing heavily, she coaxed him tentatively up towards her clit, knowing that it would be the single most pleasurable aspect of her entire body, yet equally hesitant to let him maul such tender flesh with his incredibly eager tongue. Interest, ultimately got the best of her as she guided his tongue towards her clit, knowing full well that she would squeal and scream loudly with blissful pleasure, all the while wondering what it would feel like to have someone's tongue against her clit whilst another person's cock was buried in the tight haven of her pussy.

The moment his tongue found her clit, Hermione melted into pleasurable heaven. The burst of pleasure was like an electric shock flooding through her entire body. Her legs almost collapsed beneath her, with her body only being held upright by Fred's eager fondling of her ass cheeks, pulling at her tender flesh eagerly. Seeing how much pleasure could be derived from a simple bead of tender flesh, George got to work, with his tongue curling and circling her clit wildly, flicking and playing with it as much as possible, abandoning any intent of even touching the rest of her pussy. The overwhelming focus and intensity drove her utterly wild, prompting her to begin driving her pussy against his face, rutting her folds against his nose and lips in desperate hope that his attention would shift to a less sensitive area of her body. Breathing heavily, it was almost becoming torturous, yet Hermione couldn't bring herself to stop him, with her clit becoming swollen and engorged enough that his lips could almost entirely purse around it, suckling softly on the bead and flooding her body. She didn't know if this was the case for muggle women or an enhancement of the potion, yet it was utterly divine, nonetheless. Grabbing him firmly by the hair, she managed to pull him away from her clit, guiding his eager tongue towards her actual entrance, wanting him to simply plunge himself into her tight hole, allowing her to mellow out the sheer erotic intensity. It seemed as if her plan was going to work. Slowly, her wove his tongue into her pussy, softening out the sharp blissful intensity of her clit with a comparably subtler exploration of her inner pussy and all the delights within. But then, Fred started his oral attentions.

Watching her shiver and contort above him was quite spectacular, yet Fred was eager not to simply sit there and wait for his turn to eat her pussy. Positioned behind her, he had the sumptuous delight of submerging his fingers in the tender round flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks apart to admire her puckered little asshole. It was strange not seeing a pair of balls and the throbbing length of a woman's cock sitting just beyond the winking entrance of her rear, yet Fred didn't concern himself with that for long, instead leaning in and allowing his tongue to trace the indents of her asshole, running across her entrance with avid interest. It had been a while since he had licked anyone ass, yet it came back to him naturally and instinctively, with his tongue working diligently to relax her hole, allowing him to curve his tongue inwards and pierce her entrance suddenly and sharply. The sudden stop in moaning from Hermione was momentarily concerning until she let out a deep growl of satisfaction, her hands clutching at the twins heads for support, clinging to them out of fear of toppling to the ground. Within a matter of seconds, the two twins had thrust their tongues into both her entrances, giving her the smallest hint at what double penetration truly was for a muggle. And boy was it intense. Her pussy harboured most of the actual pleasure, with his tongue sitting inside of her weaving across pleasure centres, whilst the satisfaction of having her ass stretched and filled accentuated the pleasure brimming from her pussy. Needless to say, the twins worked excellently in tandem with one another, as they usually did, giving Hermione an experience, she wasn't soon going to forget. Provided the pleasure didn't make her black out.

Unwittingly working in sync with one another, the two twins dove their tongues deeper into Hermione's pussy and ass, piercing her holes as deep as they could and giving the brunette her first taste of true double penetration. Clinging to the twins, Hermione's eyes rolled closed, and her moans were interspersed with hollows grunts and growls of satisfaction, rocking her hips back and forth as she rode the two tongues simultaneously. Moving his tongue, George found his chin rubbing harder and harder against Hermione's folds, resulting in all the more pleasure surging through her supple body. Moaning into her holes, the two of them made plain their satisfaction in orally pleasuring the gorgeous woman, eagerly exploring her clutching depths with avid intent. Fred's tongue spread her ass perfectly apart, diving into her well trained and well fucked depths, making sure she was lubricated for the inevitable cock that thrust itself deep into her readied arse. With his free hand he jerked his cock off, hoping that he would get the opportunity to push into her pussy first and to bottom out in the newfound tightness of her slick folds. Not picking up on it until a few moments later, both Fred and George noticed that both of Hermione's holes suddenly tightened, clenching around their tongues for at least a minute before finally relaxing. Looking up at her wild hair and bereft lips, the two couldn't help but wonder if they had managed to drive an orgasm into the busty brunette's supple body. If that was the case, the two of them massively under-estimated how pleasurable dual oral would be with her newfound pussy. Hermione was so wet, that her arousal had begun to work its way along her thighs, with droplets even rolling around towards her ass, meaning that Fred's more long licks across her entire crack were hinted with the newfound delight of her pussy. Confident that they had more than made up for Hermione's eager oral attentions, the two of them pushed their tongues as far as they could, sinking them as deep into her holes as possible, resulting in one last squeak of pleasure from Hermione before they pulled out, letting her stagger back and forth before they lowered her to the ground, giving her a moment to breath and recuperate. Keen to sort out the details, George asked, "So who gets to go in your pussy first?"
"First? Oh… Wait… Wait a sec," Hermione breathed, rolling onto her knees, and crawling over to her school-bag. Digging through It, she cursed beneath her breath before looking up at the two of them somewhat disappointedly, "Only one of you can do it."

"What why?" the two of them asked, only to watch her pull out a small square package. Resting against the wall, she held it up to them with a bemused smirk. Of course, they didn't know what a condom was. Why on earth would they considering a condom's primary use was non-applicable to them.

"It's a fertility potion. You have to use one of these or I'll get pregnant," Hermione explained, tossing it to them as she dropped a hand to lazily caress her pussy, infinitely enthralled with the softness of her flesh and the slickness of her arousal.

"What is it? Some kind of sweet?" George asked, looking at it closer with even more confusion. Passing it off to Fred, he couldn't help but watch the brunette as she casually masturbated, watching them fumble over the object, completely unsure as to how it worked.

"No! Don't eat it. It's a condom. It stops you from getting pregnant," she giggled, absolutely revelling in their utter inexperience in regard to the matter. Thankful that her mother insisted she take a least a couple of the condoms, her mind went back to the first time she ever wore one; and the pleasurable bliss that she and her mother shared.

"How does it work?" Fred asked, noticing that it was actually a packet. Tearing it open, he pulled the actual condom out, looking at it with even more confusion. George shared in the uncertainty, whilst Hermione almost had a fit laughing.

"You put on your cock before you put it inside me. My mum gave me a handful of them before school, but the rest are in my dorm. I don't think she understands exactly what it's like here," Hermione moaned, stopping them before they used it incorrectly and she had to forgo the pleasure of being fucked in her brand-new hole.

"Why can't we just share it? You know. I use it first and then him," Fred suggested, thinking that he had outsmarted it. Whilst they weren't exactly thrilled about getting that close to one another by reusing the condom, it was a damn side better than simply not getting to fuck her delectable new entrance.

"They don't really work if you do that…" Hermione chuckled, watching the two twins look at each other, their eyes going from the condom to each other. A steady silence fell on the room as the two of them stood uncertainly, leaving Hermione to tend to herself.

"Dibs!" Fred exclaimed, pulling his hand away from George as the twin lunged forwards In an attempt to take it. Turning his back on him, Fred grinned as his brother stepped forwards, only to stop, knowing that if he was going to reach around to grab it, he'd have to practically push his cock into his brother's ass cheeks. Groaning, he stepped backwards, annoyed at his lack of speed. Turning back around, Fred argued, "You got to eat It out. It's only fair that we swap for this."

"If you two are done. I'd quite like to get going on this," Hermione moaned, shifting onto her knees and crawling towards Fred. Stopping him before he put on the wrong way, Hermione rolled the condom over the head of his cock, sliding it downwards with a couple pumps of her hand. Plucking slightly on the tip to give him some breathing room, she shifted back, resting her ass on the balls of her feet, "So… What position?"

"I don't know… Which one is best?" Fred asked, his hand dropping to his condom covered cock, gently passing it back and forth, not entirely sure if he liked the sensation, yet interested to see how it actually felt. Fortunately for him, the condoms were sized to Hermione's cock, meaning that it was a tight, but not overwhelmingly suffocating fit

"I'm not the expert! Erm… There's an empty table over there. Bent over? That way George can have a consolation blowjob?" Hermione suggested, rising to her feet and gesturing over to one of the unprepared tables the twins had pushed against the wall.

"I thought I was going to get a go in your ass? You know? Swapping over…" George asked, disappointed that he wasn't going straight into her tight clutching ass as opposed to her now well-prepared pussy. It was a least a pleasurable option. Not that a blowjob wasn't pleasurable. It just felt like he was getting knocked further and further down the pleasure scale. He would be surprised if he ended up with only a dry handjob at this rate.

"Not at the start. I'd faint," Hermione smiled, pulling the table outwards to give them plenty of space either side. It wasn't really a position she was used to, yet Hermione couldn't have cared less. Having their tongues no longer in her body was giving her a sense of sexual emptiness that need to be eradicated as swiftly and as soon as possible; preferably with a nice rigid cock.

"I really got the short end of the stick," George growled, shuffling to the other side of the table, lightly jerking his cock as Hermione bent over the table, her breasts spilling out across the surface as she presented her ass to Fred. The position was quite enjoyable at least. A perfect view of her ass cheeks, bouncing and shaking as she was fucked from behind, all the while her breasts were acting as puffy pillows beneath between her elbows, her brown eyes looking up at him as she salivated and moaned around his cock. There were worst things in the world.

"You always were the shorter one," Fred teased as he stepped up behind Hermione, surprised and astounded at the arousal that was leaking down her thighs. The wetness of her pussy was utterly immense, and Fred couldn't wait to submerge himself in that all new tight haven.

"Now, now. You are both amply sized. Can we get on with this before it turns back," Hermione growled in frustration, her body burning with a desire for pleasure, yet being seemingly denied at every possible step. Spreading her legs, a little, she waited for that pleasurable pressure to build at her pussy, for the throb a cock to nestle itself against her sensitive, tender folds. The mere thought made her bite her lip in anticipation.

Shuffling forwards, Fred stooped himself a little lower than usual, reaching his hand between her thighs to feel the general outline of her pussy. Guiding his cock into place, he ran the head along her slit, gently rubbing his latex-covered length across the immense warmth of her folds. Moaning softly in unison with one another, both Hermione and Fred were eager to get on with it. Finding her entrance eventually, Fred pushed himself forwards, having to using his hand to encourage his tip inside of her overwhelmingly tight hole. Thrusting forwards, her tightness defied them both, causing his cock to slip and carve along her pussy, with both of them groaning in disappointment. Reaching behind herself, Hermione instinctively went to spread her ass cheeks, knowing that doing so almost always loosened her up. Realising that wouldn't apply, she craned her hand down to her pussy, awkwardly lifting herself up from the table and threading two fingers either side of her entrance, peeling her fat pussy lips apart. Trying once again, Fred eased his cock forwards, finally managing to broach her pussy, her folds parting and rolling along the sensitive tip of his cock, causing both he and Hermione to murmur moans in meek response, their bodies embroiled in intense pleasure. Hermione was satisfied with the relief of that building pleasure, her hand moving away from her pussy and laying on top of the table as she awaited the satisfaction of being steadily filled with a nice juicy cock. Fred, however, felt his cock getting squeezed by a tight velvety pocket of flesh, trapping him a tight embrace of slick flesh. It was pulling him inwards despite having fought so vehemently to keep him out. The condom wrapped around his cock fitted even tighter against his length, yet seemingly didn't inhibit the immense pleasure. Even then, Fred couldn't help but wonder about the delights of sinking his uncovered cock into her pussy, regardless of the repercussions. If it was this intense now, the unhampered version would rob him of his ability to coherently speak. Not that he had any intentions of thwarting Hermione's insistence on the condom, knowing full well he wouldn't have a cock to wrap in a condom if he were to go against her wishes.

Resting his hands on her hips, Fred slowly eased himself forwards, enveloping his cock in inch after inch of absolute bliss. Hungry for more of his length, her slit drew him deeper and deeper, his cock weaving through her clutching insides, right up until the moment he bottomed out and he was given the most euphoric reward imaginable, the satisfying smack of his heavy balls against her dripping wet pussy. The wet slapping of flesh was already an immense turn-on for him that was only further accentuated by the incredibly wet hole he was fucking. That sound alone stopped him from simply resting with his length inside her, prompting him to immediately launch into a series of slow, passionate thrusts, spurred ever on by the increasing slaps of his slickening balls against her dripping wet hole. He wasn't quite able to pound her cunt mercilessly or with the same vigour he would her ass, as her pussy needed time to relax and grow used to his fat cock pumping in and out of her, yet that didn't matter to Fred nor Hermione. The pleasure alone was intense, so there was no need for him to be jack-hammering into her when even the subtle change from him repositioning himself was enough to elicit quivers of pleasurable excitement. Thinking back to her first ever experience with a pussy, Hermione couldn't believe that it had taken this long to relinquish her usual anatomy in search of this unique feeling. In her pleasure-ridden mind, she couldn't comprehend the fact that neither of the twins were willing to test the potion and experience this heavenly bliss, causing her face to flash with a momentary look of intrigue. Would it have worked on them? She joked about Georgina, but would it legitimately transform their anatomy into that of a typical muggle woman. Was it possible? That thought came and went in the space of a single thrust from Fred, the pleasure once again consuming her, her nails lightly scratching into the surface of the table as she moaned like a wild and crazed whore, letting sounds of pleasure drip from her mouth in equal measure to the arousal flooding down her creamy, slickening thighs.

Driving himself into her rapidly loosening pussy, Fred allowed himself to become consumed by his isolated world of pleasure, his hands roaming Hermione's hips and ass, sinking into the soft pliable flesh of her arse cheeks and using her naturally bestowed handles to pull her backwards onto his thrusting hips, ignoring anything happening beyond her waist. As such, he was blissfully unaware of George's battle with Hermione's mouth. As Fred entered Hermione for the first time, George presented his cock to Hermione's slick mouth, angling his tip towards her lips expectantly. Eagerly, and somewhat overzealously, she wrapped his cock in the tight haven of her throat, plunging her lips happily along his cock, encouraging him to take control and thrust into her throat, meaning that she was getting stuffed from both ends, driven into by identical cocks, sandwiched between two twins in a delectable web of pleasure. Yet, as her pussy throbbed and thrummed, burning with desire and pleasure, her lips became looser, her moans dribbling out of her mouth as she focussed on the intensity pounding into her cunt. Her once intense and eager blowjob, fell to a meek and pitiful series of movements, slurping her lips along George's cock as best as she could, before being overwhelmed by a crashing wave of pleasure, her pussy tingling from the smacking sensation of Fred's cum-laden balls. It wasn't that she didn't want to let George fuck her throat with the same intensity and desire that Fred was pounding her pussy, but rather her sensitive folds gave rise to spasms of weakness, in which her lips would cling to George's cock amidst sudden spikes in moans, her entire body stopping to process one thrust of pleasure into her pussy, before resuming her motions a few seconds later. That stunted blowjob, whilst somewhat satisfying, became a pale comparison to the rhythmic and explicitly audible smacking sound of Fred fucking Hermione's pussy, relishing and basking in the pleasure of her entrance, humming to himself as he leisurely drove himself into her hole.

George was scarcely jealous of his brother, but he was a little jealous now. Seeing the moans his brother was letting out and feeling the moans that Hermione was experiencing, gave him a distinct twang of envy. Grabbing Hermione's head, he worked his cock in and out, thrusting as deep into her gullet as her spasming throat would allow, but getting very little in terms of satisfying pleasure. At least, not in comparison to the depth of satisfaction that the two others were experiencing. Growing tired of a stale blowjob, George made the decision that he longed for tighter and more encompassing pleasures. He could see it teasing him from where he was standing. As he pumped his cock lazily into her throat, getting coughs and splutters as she drooled along his length, George dipped two fingers into his mouth, lathering them in his own saliva, before leaning over to Hermione's ass and curling those digits towards her puckered little hole. Able to reach easily along her, he curved each finger into her well stretched asshole, hooking them inside and almost using her ass as a means to drive his own cock forwards, pulling himself into her throat by using her asshole as an anchor. Needless to say, Hermione's pleasure ridden moans only intensified, her garbled cock-stuffed mouth moaning hungrily at the addition of a new level of pleasure. Gently teasing her rear entrance, George quickly realised that her hesitancy to have two cocks using her two respective holes had now diminished into hunger for being even fuller with cock. Looking down at Hermione's eyes, George saw desire and lust in their purest form, incarnate and desperately pleading to fucked harder and more intensely. It was clear that he wouldn't be able to fuck her clenched throat in the manner that she so desired, leaving only one -infinitely more satisfying and tight- option for George to use. Sinking a third finger into her asshole in order to get her ready, George managed to get his brother's attention as he tried to maul Hermione's ass cheeks, only to encounter his twin fingering her rear entrance. Looking up, he saw the glint in his brother's eyes, and the pleasure crazed look in Hermione's and grinned with excitement.

Almost immediately, Fred slammed his cock into Hermione suddenly and sharply, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Hermione as she was rammed full. Grabbing one of her legs, Fred flipped her onto her back, swinging her around whilst keeping her speared on his cock. Falling somewhat limply, Hermione allowed herself to be manhandled into position, glancing briefly down to see how her pussy was stretched by cock. The sight alone elicited a groan of satisfaction before she was lifted up from the table. Hoisted into Fred's arms, he hooked his hands beneath her thighs, supporting her as she draped herself over him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and moaning into his ear. The new position streamlined his cock, driving him deeper into her pussy with the new angle granting further access to her quivering, dripping wet depths. Holding her in place, he spread her legs apart, holding her in the air and staggering away from the table, allowing George to come up behind her. Her ass spread apart nicely in the new position, flaunting her slightly agape ass which was kindly lubricated by Fred's previous oral work. Stepping closer, George pinned himself against her body, properly sandwiching her between the twins, her breasts squashing themselves against Fred's chest In the process. Angling his cock upwards, he pressed it against her asshole, running it across her puckered entrance, teasing her for the bliss to come. Letting her lean back slightly, resting on him as well as Fred, George managed to push his cock up and into her, claiming Hermione's moans and replacing them with sudden silence, her lips quivering as if to make her pleasure known, yet not finding the actual ability to do so.

Not wasting a single moment, George drove himself upwards, sinking the entirety of his cock into her well trained asshole, sending her body into pleasure overdrive. Her ass was fully capable of taking two cocks at once yet sharing those two cocks between two holes was seemingly infinitely more pleasurable. The movement of George's cock thrusting into her ass, sent shivers of pleasure through her pussy, which were then accentuated by Fred's presence in her cunt. Much the same as to how her cock would shudder and twitch in response to being ass-fucked, her pussy quivered and tightened, having the pleasure bolstered by Fred's cock. Clutching onto Fred, Hermione was glad that the two of them were both supporting her body as she felt the pleasure beginning to numb her legs, with her entire body beginning to feel heavy. The twins were given more pleasure by taking a hole each as well. Whilst it would have been tighter to share a hole and taking advantage of the added friction of an additional cock, being in each of her holes had added affects beyond simple tightness and contact pressure. The shivers of pleasure running through Hermione's pussy were almost entirely mirrored upon Fred's cock, the reaction of her cunt using his cock as a means to react against. Not only that, but her ass was a haven for spasms and sudden clenches as her body adjusted to the newness of the pleasure. It was as if she was getting fucked in the ass for the first time. That's how new the pleasure was, simply by pairing it with the delight of her pussy. All three of them froze in place for a moment, drinking in the pleasure of their newfound position and sensations. Whilst they lingered, both Fred and George wanted nothing more than to fuck her without hesitation. They wanted to drive themselves into her clutching hole and rigorously use her to milk themselves dry. However, the gentlemen that they are, they waited for Hermione's go ahead, which came faster and with more vigour than anticipated.

Hermione lifted her hips upwards, drawing a couple inches out of herself, before dropping the weight of her body back downwards. It was clumsy, yet intense. The feeling of their cocks shifting inside her holes was immense. With that gesture, both Fred and George drew their hips backwards, pulling their cocks out as far as their position allowed, before driving back forwards, slamming their hips into her holes. Their preconceived understanding of Hermione's abilities may have led them to overestimate her in this regard. The feeling of their cocks driving into her simultaneously, made for such a blissful rush of pleasure, that Hermione had to squeal her pleasure into Fred's shoulder. Setting their rhythm in motion, they continued to work her holes, the pleasure of their cocks thrusting into her making for enough of a bribe for them to abandon their conscientious ways in search of pleasure. The two began to feel that the other's thrust had an impact on their own, with the movements of the other's cock being faintly traceable through the tightness of her insides. As they thrust inwards, they could feel the other's thrust driving against their own, the two of them stretching her pussy and ass to the extreme as she fought to retain her composure. The wet slapping sounds of Fred's balls against her pussy and George's balls against her gleaming ass, made for an amazing backing track to the intensity of their double fuck. Both the twins were happily using her holes for their own pleasure, as Hermione's body contorted closer and closer to orgasm, her entrances tightening and flexing as their cocks thrust into her, pounding her harder and harder. In actuality, their pace was rather modest, yet it felt all the more intense because of the circumstances. Had they both just been fucking her asshole whilst her cock throbbed in its usual place, she would have been liable to have been begging them to fuck her harder. Begging them to give her a proper shag. Yet, in the state she was in, she couldn't possibly imagine more pleasure flooding her body.

Whilst they hadn't been at it for long, the twins were close to pushing rope. Hermione's blowjobs had gotten them going, alongside the erotic satisfaction of devouring her two entrances. But being buried inside her in this new way, her body shuddering with pleasure as it was pinned between them, made for something truly special. Hammering away, Fred was the first one to cum, thrusting himself into her pussy and letting his cum pour free. It was only at that moment, that he remembered the condom surrounding his cock, his cum becoming trapped in place, not splashing against her insides and adding a new degree of titillating pleasure to her writhing body. As such, it was George's orgasm into her ass that pushed Hermione into hers. Thrusting forwards, he spilled a massive pent-up load into her ass, her hole clutching around his cock as it emptied itself into her. The feeling of cum flooding her ass gave her that last push into her own blissful world of pleasure. Clinging to each of their bodies as she came, she felt her legs growing weaker, even as they lay draped over Fred's arms. Moaning intensely, she felt the two of them beginning to soften, the slow deflation of their cocks inside of her making for a slow mellowing out of the pleasure, perfectly timed with them slipping out of her and giving her a relief from the intensity of their fuck session, allowing her to catch her breath and smirk salaciously. Lowering her to the ground, the two twins caught their breath quicker than she did, the two of them surprised Hermione still had the energy to smile. Pulling the condom off, Fred held it up, and asked, "So, what? Do we wash this out or something? Keep for another time?"

"No! It's a… It's a one-time use," Hermione clarified, somewhat thankful that she was their first experience with this realm of pleasure as if they had explored it on their own, they would have been completely and utterly screwed by the consequences.

"Seems a waste…" George commented as Fred tossed it in the bin. Shrugging it off, the two twins gathered up their clothes, even being so kind as to toss Hermione's hers as she remained slumped on the floor, searching for her wand in order to get herself cleaned up.

"You know… Hermione? Today was really helpful," Fred said, stopping on the spot as he looked at Hermione's slumped, exhausted body, the girl looking up at him with disbelief. Even as cum dripped along the curve of her ass, she couldn't quite believe that he would be so bold as to quantify this sexual experience as helpful

"What because you got me naked? If that's your standard for help, then I think you are going to have problems," Hermione smirked, grabbing a paper towel and beginning to clean herself up, not minding as the two twins dressed themselves, seemingly nonchalant regarding her continued nudity.

"No. You helped with the potion. You seemed really interested in the actual production. And you were keen to understand the vial," Fred clarified, pulling his trousers on before actually attempting to be earnest in any capacity. Raising an eyebrow himself, George kept quiet, not wanting to stop his brother as he spoke once more, "Now, not to discredit my business partner, but that could be useful for us. Especially as we make more complicated solutions."

"What are you suggesting?" Hermione asked, a little confused and concerned that he was interested in keeping her around as a human test for their perverse musings. Yet, she wasn't quite expecting the twins to actually level with her and legitimately ask for help in their business venture.

"That… That you continue to help out? You know…" Fred stammered, a little embarrassed that he would stoop to this level. Equally surprised, George couldn't deny that it would be useful to have a conventionally smart person helping them out. Whilst they had begun to rely on Lee Jordan, he was more of an extension of themselves as opposed to a fresh perspective.

"As a partner? What, like Granger and Weasley Incorporated," Hermione sniggered, expecting the two of them to burst into equal peals of laughter, yet she was met with an actual response to her ludicrous suggestion. Now almost entirely dressed, the two twins propped up against the table, smirking as they looked at the dishevelled, naked woman, watching Hermione trying to make sense of them.

"I don't think there is room for rebranding, but that's the gist. Besides, I doubt it would be good for you or us if we actively advertised a prefect helping out. We'd cut you in on the profits?" George added with a smile, enjoying the genuine confusion on Hermione's face.

"Twenty percent? And as much supply of product as you want?" Fred offered, being surprisingly generous, almost to the point of getting George to interject. He however, remained quiet, watching the cogs churn behind Hermione's eyes.

In truth, the prospect was quite intriguing. She had seen some of the potions listed in the back portions of that manuscript, and the idea of being able to use those herself was nothing short of titillating. Besides, one of the initial reasons she had been inquiring about the twins was the Entoxivus Vial, which she could see plainly displayed on one of the production tables. Surely the best way to get that Vial would be to ingratiate herself in its primary use. Hauling herself onto her feet, trying to come up with a more appeasing excuse to share with the two of them, instead of outwardly stating her intentions, "It would be the best option to ensure you aren't selling harmful things to students…"

"What happened to doing something because you want to, and that being enough," Fred teased, causing Hermione to shoot him a glare. Her mind was already preoccupied with the fact that she had willingly used that rationale, so she didn't need him jesting about it.

"Because I don't want to do this. But okay… I could lend a hand. But I'm not going to stand around here just so you can use me as a sexual guinea pig. I expect to be able to actually make decisions and stuff," Hermione clarified. She had no intention of being pumped full of sex potions to test for effectiveness and potency. In truth, Fred and George weren't ever going to sacrifice twenty percent of their profits for someone willing to eat their sex sweets, when they could undoubtedly get free volunteers with ease.

"Deal," the two twins said almost immediately in unison, extending their hands to shake hers. A little taken aback by the droning tone of their synchronised response, Hermione was further unnerved by their next scarily in sequence response, "We look forward to working with you?"

"You two can be really creepy sometimes… You know that?" she smirked, shaking both of their hands as they stood there grinning. A strange partnership to say the least. Hermione certainly didn't expect that she would be, as a prefect, encouraging and propagating the sale less than safe items to students. However… that Vial was dangerously close to being hers.

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Walking her way through the castle, a smile on her lips, Hermione made her way towards the common room. She had remained with the twins long enough to verify that the pregnancy solution wasn't in fact permanent and did have a time limit of an hour. Despite their newfound deal, Hermione still made good on their previous deal and secured every last fertility sherbet lemon. She considered leaving a few, but the solution only managed to make a dozen, and she knew that she was going to make every single one of those count. As such, she pocketed them and bid her new business partners good night. As she made her way through the castle, she had a newfound spring in her step, one that brought her to stand still for a moment. She had turned into a completely different and assertive woman In that room. She made the decision to have sex purely based on wanting to. And whilst Hermione didn't regret what she had done, she wasn't certain that if she was posed with a similar situation right then and there, she would make the same decision. That momentary confidence clung to her, sitting in the back of her mind. She liked it. No. She loved it. It wasn't just her being dominant in bed like she was with Ron. It was her being… Sexually liberated. Perhaps… Perhaps that was the secret she wanted to tap into in order to improve her sex life. Before she was able to finish that thought, there a loud clatter from behind her.

Turning to face the noise, she saw a suit of armour roll around the corner, having been sent flying by something. Several other students stopped where they were and looked, only to have their eyes widen as a naked girl sprinted around the corner, her cheeks flustered and her cock rock-hard between her legs. Startled at first, Hermione was even more startled by the fact that the girl made a direct b-line towards her. Before she could do anything, the girl grabbed her by the shoulders, staring her deep in the eyes, "Hermione! I need you to fuck me!"

"Rom… Romilda? Romilda Vane? What's gotten into you? Are you…" Hermione breathed, utterly startled at the seemingly possessed nature of the girl. Pre-cum was pouring from her cock, dripping down her shaft as it throbbed and pulsated, seemingly fit to burst at a single touch.

"Hermione! Please! Please I need you to fuck me. I need someone to fuck me. You're the only person who can fuck me! Please! Fuck me!" Romilda squealed, her hand lunging for Hermione's cock, only to be blocked as Hermione stepped back. Before Romilda could make another advance, there was a sharp cough further down the corridor, following by the clicking of high heels.

"Ahem!" Professor Umbridge coughed, announcing herself and turning Romilda's gaze towards her. It didn't curb her intent to persuade Hermione into a sexual situation, with her hand continuing to aimlessly grope for Hermione's crotch, even as Umbridge strode nearer, "Miss Vane! Do you consider this to be acceptable behaviour?"

"But… I need her… I need someone…" Romilda whimpered, the desperation in her voice becoming unparalleled. Shying away from the Professor, she continued to show her sexual determination towards Hermione, being one step away from begging on her knees for it, even in front of the Professor.

"My office. Now! You have some explaining as to why you have sullied the halls of this castle with your embarrassment!" Umbridge snapped. Not getting through to her, the older woman lifted her hand to her necklace, twisting it slightly. Suddenly, Romilda ceased her wild hunger and traipsed off towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, making no effort to hide her nudity as she marched through the castle. Grimacing in disgust, Umbridge turned to Hermione, her eyes piercing through the young girl's confusion, "Miss Granger. I suggest you make your way back to your common room."

Standing there a moment, Hermione waited until Umbridge had disappeared before making a move. A number of students murmured to one another, before going on their merry ways, eager to share the gossip that Romilda Vane stripped naked and begged Hermione Granger to fuck her. Hermione, however, was concerned as to what had happened. Going back around the corner to where she had first heard Romilda coming from, she quickly found the pedestal where the armour had once stood. Behind it was a skewed tapestry, and behind which was a small hidden nook. Stepping inside, Hermione found Romilda's bag and clothes dumped on the ground. Curious, she rifled through them and found what she had thought were the reason. Fred and George's inhibition removers. Not sure why Romilda had bought them, Hermione pondered as to whether or not the young girl had tried one to see if they actually worked and evidently stripped herself naked and in her desperation for sexual relief, sprinted off to find the first person that her uninhibited self was willing to fuck. Blushing that she was on that list at all, Hermione concluded that she would have to make some changes to the Weasley practice. Namely disclaimers and recommended uses. Or at least put a label on that says, 'don't consume without being near someone you'd be willing to fuck'. Still, she could only imagine being led away by Professor Umbridge and what strange form of punishment she'd receive at the hands of that batty old coot. If only Hermione knew the horrors that lay within the Defence Against the Dark Art's office.

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