Second chapter!
Before you start reading, let me tell you this is one of the hardest things I've ever written. I've read stories where one character appears more than once, either by using a Time-Turner, or some kind of spell or potion that creates clones. Well, Wizarding tWinner does NOT creates a clone. Once someone takes it, there's two of him, but there not an 'original' and a 'copy.' Both are the original, undistinguishable. This makes writing a bit more difficult, specially when trying to differentiate them. To do that, I normally use the spatial position as a reference. Of course, this changes over time, so it's not always possible to trace who is who, but that is intentional.
Anyway, I hope you manage to understand what's happening. I'd really like your comments on it!
Now, without more delay, enjoy it!
Chapter 2
Ron
"And remember: be obedient, and no wandering away from Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, okay?" Hermione told Hugo, her expression loving but stern.
"Yes, Mum," Hugo replied exasperatedly.
"Don't worry, Hermione, we've got the coins. They'll behave, right?" interjected Ginny, looking at the four of them. "Because those who don't, will stay at the hotel while the rest of us have fun."
The four children nodded vehemently.
Ron didn't say anything, but he was a bit nervous as well. Of course, Hugo had stayed with Harry and Ginny countless times before, but he had never been abroad without Hermione or him. And though he could already feel the anticipation and arousal for what he and Hermione were going to do tonight, he was slightly anxious as well for his son.
"Well, we've got to get going. Grab your things!" yelled Ginny.
"Well, good luck," said Hermione, looking at Ginny and Harry. "And thanks."
"You're welcome," said Ginny dismissively. "Have fun."
Ron and Hermione took the Floo back to their house. As they had the afternoon free, they decided to go out for a stroll. It was just a walk around the village, but, as they had had so little time for them lately, they enjoyed it a lot, as they alternated long periods of silent companionship with others in which they didn't stop talking. Afterwards, they decided to Apparate to the nearby town and have dinner at their favourite restaurant there, as it had been months since the last time they had gone out for dinner, just the two of them.
"This is a bit odd, don't you think?" Hermione asked once they had ordered and were sharing appetizers.
"Hermione, I know you pretty well, but my ability to read minds has been failing me recently."
"Very funny, Ron," she replied, though she blushed a bit. "I was just thinking out loud, you know. I meant it's odd that we're eager to have a night for ourselves when in a few months we'll be alone most of the time."
Ron thought about it for a moment and nodded. "Well, it's a bit contradictory, yeah, but these last months have been pretty rough, so I reckon it's normal. We need some time now, and the fact that we'll have plenty of it in the future doesn't change that."
"I know. It's just, part of me feels a bit guilty, letting Hugo go instead of spending as much time as I can with him."
"I get what you mean, Love, but you can be sure he's not complaining!"
"I know, I know. It's stupid."
Ron grasped her hand over the table. "It's not stupid at all. I feel the same, but I think that it's important to take care of our relationship as a couple, not just as parents. Our children are happy and healthy because they've grown in a happy home. Now they're growing and enjoying time away from us, like in New Year's Eve."
Hermione smiled warmly at him and squeezed his hand in return. "Yes, you're right. We did a good job, didn't we?"
"We did," assured Ron. "And seeing them now makes up for all those horrible nights during the first months after Hugo was born."
Hermione groaned and then laughed. "Oh, that was truly awful! I've never been so tired in my whole life!"
"Remember that time I fell asleep against the crib?" asked Ron, shaking his head.
Hermione laughed again. "Oh, yes! I entered the room and saw you there and started talking to you, and you wouldn't say anything. I got annoyed and yelled at you and you jumped on the spot and fell onto your bum," she recounted before laughing again.
"Quite painfully, I must say," added Ron with a grimace.
Hermione covered her mouth as she giggled. "My poor husband …"
"You laughed at me!"
"I did, but I swear I tried very hard not to. It's just — you looked so funny, sprawled like that and looking around in absolute confusion."
Ron chuckled. "I'm happy I'm such a source of amusement for you."
She gave him another loving smile. "You've always been. No one has ever made me laugh the way you do, Ron. It's one of the things I love the most about you."
Ron almost swelled at the compliment. "I love making you laugh," he declared, and then, in a much lower voice, added, "And moan."
She gave him a devilish smile. "Looking forwards to making me moan later, then?"
"Definitely," he said, staring into her eyes intensely. "You have no idea the things I've been planning."
"Well, after more than twenty years together, Ron, I think I've got a fairly idea of the things you come up with."
"Ah, I might surprise you a bit, wife of mine. I put more thought into this than into a difficult chess match."
"Ohhh," said Hermione, grinning. "Should I be worried, then? Or pleased?"
"Mmm, you should be worried about dying of pure pleasure."
"You're setting rather high expectations, Love, and I'm going to hold you to them."
"You do that," said Ron, smug. "You're in for quite a wild night."
Their banter was interrupted by the waiter, who arrived with their main course. They both had decided to have a light dinner, as they knew very well that bellies too full and sex were not a good combination, especially when you're nearing forty.
They kept chatting and laughing as they ate. Hermione decided not to have dessert, and at first Ron seemed to agree, but, in the end, he ended up ordering a small portion of treacle tart, to Hermione's amusement.
After paying, they left the restaurant and decided to walk for a bit before going home.
"Are you nervous?" Ron asked her as they crossed a park, hand in hand.
Hermione stopped and looked at him. "Nervous? Why should I? You told me that it was completely safe!" she exclaimed, looking worried.
"It is, it is!" responded Ron quickly, before she could get too worked up. "I just meant that you're used to dealing with one of me, and I drive you mad, so, with two of me …" he trailed off.
Hermione looked at him as he talked, and then let out a laugh. "Oh, Ron, don't worry about that. I think I'll be able to manage," she said, though he could tell there was a twinge of insecurity in her voice, so he stopped and grabbed her arms, making her face him.
"If there's something you don't want to do, or if you are uncomfortable at all, we'll stop at once," he assured her.
She smiled and cupped his cheek. "I know. I just — Well, I want us both to have an incredible time."
"Hermione, we always have an incredible time. Even when we have the most boring sex, it is amazing, because we're together."
She beamed at him, her eyes gleaming with emotion and love. "You're such a romantic."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. All that Weasley rudeness is just a façade, you're a softie."
Ron arched an eyebrow. "I'll remind you of that next time I say something rude or inappropriate."
"Well, I never said you weren't an idiot, you know. You just are an idiotic softie …"
Ron narrowed his eyes and his hands went right to her ribs. Knowing full well what he was about to do, she gave a few steps back and then ran away, laughing. Ron was caught by surprise, but soon was running as well, hot on her heels. With his long legs, it didn't take long for him to catch her. They fell to the grass, laughing, and Ron began to tickle her mercilessly. Hermione squirmed and twisted on the ground, trying to stop him but unable to do so.
"Ron! Ron, stop!" she yelled between fits of laughter.
"Nope. Not until you say I'm the most brilliant man ever, and that you worship me!"
"NO!"
Ron intensified his attack, and soon she was red in the face, tears streaming down her face. "Say it!"
"Okay, okay!"
"Say it, Hermione," repeated Ron, unrelenting.
"I worship you!" she yelled, breathless. "You're the most amazing man ever and I worship you!"
Ron gave her a smug smile and nodded, taking his hands off her.
"Such indecency," he heard a woman say, and both turned their faces to look at her. She was probably on her late sixties and was walking along a man who Ron deduced was her husband, both with their faces held high and wearing an expression of utter distaste.
"You're right, dear," added her husband. "Youth, these days … They're probably unmarried and still living with their parents."
Ron knew he should forget about it, to let it go, but, in the last moment, he simply couldn't.
"It'll be the fifteenth anniversary of our wedding in July!" he shouted at them.
"Ron!" hissed Hermione, appalled.
Ron ignored her and kept looking at the couple. "And we're not doing anything indecent, but once we're back in OUR very LARGE house, we're going to shag in every room!"
The couple, startled (they clearly hadn't expected to be heard) hurried up, getting away from them as fast as possible.
"Yeah, go home," he kept saying, though now in a low voice.
He turned to Hermione to find her staring at him in disbelief. "Ron, I can't believe you yelled such things at them!"
"That'll teach them to mind their own business. They probably haven't fucked since their wedding night, and then probably wearing flannels, a long nightgown and with the lights turned off."
Hermione stared at him, astounded, and then broke into raucous laughter, holding her belly. Ron looked at her, amused.
"See? You agree with me."
"No, I d-d-don't," she responded, still giggling. "That was v-very, very rude of you!"
"Nah, I'm a softie, remember?" he replied, smiling lopsidedly at her.
"You're incredible," she said, shaking her head. "I'm the Minister for Magic, my husband cannot go insulting Muggles!"
"They don't know you and they deserved it."
"You're incorrigible, you are."
"Yeah, but I'm irresistible as well," he countered, putting one had on either side of her head. Then, before she could say anything, he lowered his face to hers and kissed her hard. She put her arms around his neck and responded passionately.
He pulled away, making her whine in protest. "We'd better stop, before we end up scandalising the whole town," he said, giving her a devilish grin. "I want to be able to come back to that restaurant."
Hermione laughed again, and Ron grinned. Fuck, was it possible to be happier than this?
"Let's go home, Ron," she whispered, her voice husky and full of desire.
"As the Minister wants."
He leaped to his feet (stumbling a bit, he wasn't on his twenties, after all) and offered his hand to Hermione to help her. They walked away until they found a secluded spot, and then Apparated in the middle of their living room. After claiming her mouth in another kiss, he whispered to her, "Why don't you go and make yourself comfortable while I take the potion?"
"Okay. But be sure to do it right, we don't want a repeat of what happened with Weasleys' Wondrous Wand."
Ron shuddered at the memory. "Don't worry, I learned that lesson."
Hermione pecked his lips and disappeared upstairs. Ron used his wand to close the Floo and activate the Anti-Apparition charm for everyone, then went to the little study and opened a drawer, taking three vials. One contained the Wizarding tWinner, the other two were doses of Wondrous Wand. He wanted to enjoy this to the fullest.
Already half-hard in anticipation, he took off his clothes, because the potion only divided the body, as Humbold had discovered, to his embarrassment, during the first test, when, upon swallowing it, his clothes were ripped off, leaving him naked in front of a speechless Ron and an embarrassed Anna.
Opening the potion, he felt himself getting a bit nervous. So he paused a moment and took a deep breath before swallowing it.
At first, he felt nothing, but, after a few seconds, a weird feeling started to invade him. Then, suddenly, he saw a white flash accompanied by a brief but searing pain. Momentarily confused, he blinked a few times, and then looked at his side, and, for a moment, he thought he was in front of a mirror, as he found himself staring at someone identical to him that was mirroring his actions and expression.
"Bloody fuck!" they both shouted.
They moved at the same time, so they were in front of the other, and was surprised he wasn't feeling any embarrassment due to being naked in front of another man, because he felt, in a really weird way, that there were not two people here, that he was alone.
Alone with himself.
"This is so wicked," he commented.
"Yeah," he responded, and they smiled. This was like talking to himself, only the other him had a physical presence.
"We've got a wife to please."
"And enjoy."
Each of them grabbed a vial of Wondrous Wand and they left the study, completely starkers. They climbed up the stairs, eager and excited, and opened the door to his bedroom, which Hermione had closed. Slowly, he went in, and he felt his cock (or cocks) get hard at the sight of his wife lying on the bed, one leg over the other, wearing her sexiest red lace set.
"Fuck, Hermione," he (they) exclaimed. She stared back at them, blinking rapidly, clearly in awe despite knowing what was coming.
"Gods, Ron — or is it 'Rons'? — this is a bit weird." He saw her glance down at his crotches. "Hot, mind you, but weird."
"It is, isn't it?" he said in a duet as he moved towards the bed.
"How — how do I call you? Well, each of you."
Ron shared a look with himself. "Well, we're really the same person, you know. Undistinguishable."
"That doesn't help much."
"You'll manage, Love."
Smiling, he got onto the bed, one of them on each side of her, and lay next to her body. She turned her face to each of them alternatively, and Ron saw her gulp a bit, looking a bit nervous.
"Hey," Left-Ron said, his voice soft, as he grasped her hand in his bigger one. "If you're not sure, we can stop."
"No, no, I want this," she assured. "I'm — I'm really turned on; it's just it takes some time to get accustomed to it. I've never imagined myself in a threesome before."
He nodded. "We'll start slow, okay? I need to figure this out as well."
She gave him a nod.
"Now lie down and try to relax. Let me worship you, Love."
She nodded again and did as told, trying to relax. At once, Left-Ron claimed her mouth in a soft, yet passionate kiss to which she quickly responded, while Right-Ron kissed her shoulder and the exposed tops of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, and each of them put one hand on her stomach, caressing her gently.
"Mmmh, Ron …" she moaned against his lips.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
"More than okay," she confirmed, now looking really turned on. "Kiss me again."
He smiled, but this time it was Right-Ron who kissed her, while Left-Ron licked her tits, his hand moving up to knead the other. Right-Ron's hand grazed the waistband of her thong, and she squirmed a bit, as if seeking more. Ron smiled, kissing her harder with one mouth and moving the other to her nipple, which he sucked through the thin fabric of her bra. She arched her back and moaned into his mouth in a way that sent shivers down his spines and to his cocks, which twitched, already very hard.
"My bra," she managed to mutter against his lips, her ragged breath tickling their sensitive. "I want it off, I want to feel your mouths directly on my breasts."
"As you wish, Love," Left-Ron whispered while Right-Ron gave her one last, long suck before moving away. Left-Ron helped her lift her torso off the bed, and Right-Ron slid one hand under her to unclasp her bra. Impatiently, she slid the straps down her arms and tossed the garment away, making her tits jiggle deliciously, then lay back on the bed, arms stretched.
"Both of you, suck on them. At the same time," she demanded, her voice strained by desire.
Ron smiled, happy with how quickly she had got into it, though he didn't comment on it, lest he make her uncomfortable again. He scooted a bit lower, and then began to suck on both tits at the same time, eliciting a whimper of pleasure so erotic it made his cocks throb.
"Oh, gods, oh, gods!" she moaned. She had closed her eyes briefly, but now was staring down at him — or rather, them — with a look of incredulity mixed with pure lust. She moved her hands to his heads and massaged their scalps, pressing him against her breasts. "Ron, this is so hot … fuck, I have two of you sucking my tits, and it feels so good!"
"I'm aware there's two of me, Love," he said, amused.
"Don't talk, keep sucking!" she demanded, pushing both heads down once more and forcing him to take her tits into his mouths. Excited by her forcefulness, he resumed sucking, hungrily and greedily, and began to caress her lower belly, hips and upper thighs again. She opened her legs and bucked her hips, but he didn't give her the relief she was craving, focusing only on sucking those large, tasty, perfect tits until she couldn't stand it anymore. "Touch me, Ron, please."
"I'm touching you," Right-Ron said while Left-Ron kept sucking.
She let out a frustrated groan. "My pussy. Touch my pussy and make me come!"
"Whatever my wife wants," he said with a smirk. Manoeuvring a little, Left-Ron slid his left arm under her neck while Right-Ron slid his right one under her back, effectively cradling her between them. Then he resumed sucking her tits while his free hands moved to touch her over the lace of her panties. Without the need to talk, Left-Ron put his hand over her clit and Right-Ron began to caress her over her entrance. It was a bit weird how natural it was for him — them — to coordinate without words.
Weird, but amazing.
"Oh, oooh, gods, this is incredible, Ron! Please, put your hands under my panties … I need more!"
He released her swollen nipples and began to nib and kiss the rest of her tits while his hands wandered under the soaked lace of her sexy thong. She opened her legs further, and they both lifted one leg so they were straddling her thighs, keeping her spread for them and trapped under his bodies.
Fuck, she looked so sexy and wanton he wanted nothing but to sink his dicks in her willing, delightful body …
"Ohhhh, gods …" she moaned, when he resumed the double assault, fingers circling her clit and another two penetrating her sopping hole and curving to touch her sweet spot. "More," she begged. "I need more, Ron."
Ron sucked harder on her tits while his fingers worked her towards release. She began to buck her hips, almost fucking herself on his fingers, and gripped strands of his hair to force them more into her chest. Ron couldn't help himself and began to rock his own hips so his cocks would get some friction against the soft skin of her thighs.
"You look so hot, Hermione," voiced Left-Ron, releasing her reddened breast.
She squirmed under them, the grip on his hair becoming almost painful, and began to buck her hips harder and faster. "I'm there," she whimpered. "Oh, gods, this is so hot and I'm going to cum so hard, Ron! Oh, fuck, don't stop, don't stop, dontstop!"
She tried to push Left-Ron back against her tit, but he resisted and moved towards her mouth instead, claiming it with his in a bruising kiss while Right-Ron continued to suck on her left boob.
"Cum for me … for us," he whispered sultrily against her lips.
"Oh, ohhhhhh, Roooooooon!" she cried as her entire body convulsed in a strong orgasm. Ron took possession of her mouth again and they snogged passionately, with him swallowing her moans as she climaxed powerfully, soaking his hands and drenching her thong completely. "Oh, gods … Oh, gods …" she moaned, breaking the kiss so she could get much needed air as she came back from her high. Right-Ron freed her abused breast and scooted upwards a bit, giving her another kiss.
Still in cloud nine, she let both Rons kiss her in turns while they kept caressing her slit slowly, being careful not to touch her sensitive clitoris.
"Was it good?" he asked her.
"It was —" she started to say, but then stopped. "I have no words. It was the oddest and yet one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life, for sure. Being surrounded by you this way … Fuck …"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Love."
"Uh-huh," she said, a content smile on her face. "But what about you?" she asked, moving her legs so she could rub them against his aching dicks.
"Well, I won't lie, I want you like mad. I mean, you're so fucking sexy … But this is about you. What do you want now?"
She seemed to think about it for a moment, then grinned at him. "May I ask for anything?"
"You c— you may," he quickly amended.
She bit her lip. "I want your mouths on my pussy … and my ass," she told him, blushing a little despite he had done both things many times in the past. "If you make me come again really hard, I promise afterwards I'll take care of you."
"Okay," he accepted. "But first …"
Each one of him grabbed their vial of Stamina Potion and drank it in a quick gulp.
She stared at them open-mouthed. "That was Wondrous Wand?"
"Yeah. We're going to enjoy this to the fullest, Love."
"Oh, gods, you're amazing!" she exclaimed, very excited. "Come on, Ron, I want you again! Make me cum once more and then I promise you I'll make both of your cocks explode with pleasure!"
Ron, who could already feel the effects of the potion on his cocks — which got even harder — groaned. "Shit, Hermione, talk like that and I'll have to fuck you raw. Tell us, how do you want to do this?"
She bit her lip again, her eyes radiating lust. "I — I want one of you to lie on the bed, then I'll ride his face while the other licks my ass. Is that okay with you? You might have to touch each other …"
Ron laughed. "Love, there's only one of us. I know it's hard to understand, but you'll get it once you try it. I don't mind touching myself," he added, and, to prove his point, each one of him grabbed the other's cock and stroked it, giving himself some relief. He sighed in pleasure, in awe at how this felt a bit like wanking and a bit like being wanked.
When he looked back at Hermione, he saw she was watching him with eyes as big as saucers and a look that could only be described as ravenous.
"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," she confessed, her tone full of lust. "I never imagined I'd find two guys touching each other's cocks hot. But this — this —"
"Well, maybe it's because it's me …"
"Yes. Gods, Ron, you made me so wet again," she declared, her gaze full of hunger. "Come on, one of you, lie down!" she demanded a bit impatiently.
Ron released his cocks, and then one of them lay down on the bed. At once, Hermione claimed his mouth in another wild snog while the other watched. Fuck, it was incredibly hot to watch his wife kiss him like while he looked. His eyes roamed over he delightful body to her perfect ass. It looked so fucking good, sticking out like that, covered by that skimpy red underwear, and he couldn't help but put his hands on it to knead the enticing flesh. Hermione whimpered against his mouth and lifted her hips a bit. Taking the hint, Ron pulled her thong down her smooth legs, baring her pussy to him while he also enjoyed her soft lips, swallowing her little moans. As soon as she was free of her panties, Hermione straddled his chest, giving him a perfect view of her delicious, juicy pussy. She rubbed herself against him and smiled, seeing his hungry look directed at her cunt. She caressed his hair, and then moved forwards until she was practically sitting on his face. He let out a grunt, and she put her hands on the pillows for support. She rocked her hips and let out a moan when Ron started lapping at her dripping snatch. Fuck, he loved this, being smothered by her tasty pussy, especially when she fucked his face, forcing him to pleasure her.
At the same time, Top-Ron was still enjoying the view of her ass as she bent over him. Straddling Bottom-Ron's waist, he moved his hands to her ass, kneading both cheeks with relish, this time with no barriers. The movement caused both his cocks to touch, and both of them moaned at the touch. Fuck, how could something so weird feel that good? Yet he didn't dwell on that, the situation was simply too surreal to look for explanations. It felt good, and he had a tasty pussy and a tight ass to devour, and that was all that mattered. He watched his own tongue as it plunged into her cunt, and heard her moan loudly, her body surrendering to the pleasure. His mouth watering, Top-Ron spread her ass, revealing her tight, puckered asshole to his lustful gaze. Fuck, the view was amazing. Not as good as when his cock was stretching it, but almost.
"Ron … Ron, please, do it …"
Smacking his lips with his tongue, he leaned forwards and peppered her smooth, plump cheeks with kisses sometimes even licking her skin. And when Bottom-Ron nuzzled her clit with his nose, eliciting a louder moan, he gave her a playful bite, causing her to shudder.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, Roooon … Oh, gods …"
"I haven't started, Love," Top-Ron muttered, before burying his face in her curvy ass and taking his tongue out to touch her asshole.
"Ahhhh, YES!"
Smirking, Ron attacked her with vigour, one tongue-fucking her pussy, the other her ass. She let out a loud cry and began to rock her hips, fucking their faces.
Ron pushed his tongues deeper, placing his four hands on her cheeks to knead, squeeze and keep them spread so he could eat her ass properly.
"Oh, ohhhhh, RON! God, this feels so good! This feels incredible! Fuck, keep going, keep going, please! Eat my pussy and ass! Make me cum! I want to cum!"
Fucking fuck, he thought, enthralled by how wanton and horny she sounded. He ate her out with fervour, and she responded rocking her hips faster, seeking her craved release. He tried to push his tongue deeper into her delicious holes, making his aching dicks protest in envy.
"My clit!" she whimpered a moment later, her entire body undulating between them. "Suck my clit!"
She shifted a bit, and Bottom-Ron latched his mouth to the little nub, sucking and lapping at it and making her emit a squeal of pure pleasure. With his hands still on her ass, he kept her open for Top-Ron, who could move his right hand and shove two fingers into her pussy.
The cry she let out was almost inhuman.
"RON! OH, FUUUUUCK, I'M ABOUT TO CUM! I'M CUMMING! FUCKFUCKFUCK, I'M CUMMIIIIIIIIING!" she screamed, her pussy tightening around his fingers as she orgasmed. Ron felt his hand coated by her juices, which only excited him further, so he kept tonguing, sucking and fucking her until, completely worn out, her torso fell onto the bed while still straddling Bottom-Ron's face.
Top-Ron moved off her rolled her over, onto her back, then lay down next to her so, once more, she was surrounded by him.
"Are you back, Love?" he asked after a minute. She opened her eyes slowly, an expression of utter bliss still etched upon her beautiful face.
"That was — that was the most amazing thing ever, Ron …"
He laughed. "Glad to know," he said, then made a pause before adding, "Can you keep going? Because I've got much more in store for you …" he trailed off, cupping her tits and kneading them gently.
"I want more, I just need a moment," she said, her voice weak. "But you can keep touching me, though. I love your hands on my breasts, Ron."
Right-Ron lowered his face and kissed her, softly. When he pulled apart, Left-Ron did the same. They kept kissing this way for a bit, sharing this strange intimacy, until things began heating up again and she reached for both his cocks, making Ron whimper in a duet.
"I think I promised you to make your cocks happy …"
"Fuck, yeah, you did," he groaned. "You did."
"Do you want me to blow you?" she asked in a voice that was so innocent and yet so alluring his balls tightened. "Because I want to suck your cock, Ron. Both your cocks …"
"Merlin, yes!" he shouted, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss. She threw herself into it, responding with as much enthusiasm. However, she ended it after a few seconds and pushed him off her.
"How do you want me?" she asked, her breathing uneven due to her obvious excitation.
"On your knees?" he half-asked, half-suggested.
"Okay," she accepted, and hurried to kneel on the rug, resting her hands on her thighs. "Come on, Ron, bring those juicy cocks here," she demanded, her voice husky and seductive. Ron felt his dicks throb with pure desire. Getting out of the bed, they stood just in front of her, hip to hip, both members pointing to her face. Hermione eyed them for a moment, and then licked her lips in a way that caused both members to twitch once more. Looking up at them, she moved her hands to both cocks and grasped them once more, starting a slow, but delicious stroking that elicited new groans from them. "They're so hard," she commented in awe. "You must be aching, don't you, Ron?"
"Yes," he moaned. "Please, Hermione …"
She didn't make him wait, and, leaning forwards with her mouth open, she engulfed Left-Ron's cock into her mouth, closing her lips around it and sucking hard while still wanking Right-Ron's one.
"Ohh, fuck, yesssss!" he hissed. "Like that, Hermione, like that … Fuck, your mouth feels so good …"
She blowed him hard, bobbing her head hard while she cupped his sack, leaving his dick glistening with saliva. He began to rock his hips, countering her movements and making his cock enter her tight throat. She didn't mind, though, and just moaned around his shaft, committing herself to the blowjob with fervorous devotion, sending shivers of pure pleasure down his spine.
Meanwhile, though her hand on his other cock felt good, he really wanted to feel her mouth enveloping it, so Right-Ron moved his hand to her head and pulled a bit towards him.
"Now me," he told her, his voice hoarse. "Suck my cock too."
Without pausing, she released Left-Ron's cock, giving it a noisy slurp, and swallowed Right-Ron's, who sighed in pleasure. "Ah, fuck, yesssss! Yesss!"
She didn't leave left-Ron unattended, however, and began to stroke it, using her own saliva as lubrication.
Ron enjoyed the fantastic handjob/blowjob combo for a while. Then, Left-Ron put his own hand on her head until he felt the need to change again.
"Back to mine," he demanded, holding her head and directing her to his aching dick.
She complied eagerly, taking that cock deep into her mouth and throat and resuming the handjob on the now wet Right-Ron's member.
"Fuck, you're so fucking good at this … Shit, yeah, take it deep …"
"Wank me harder," added Right-Ron. "Ungh, yes, like that! Ohh, Hermione …"
After forcing her to switch cocks again, he found himself getting really close to release, and he wanted something truly naughty to finish.
"Can you take both of them at once?" he asked, his voice laced with lust and anticipation.
Hermione stopped sucking and looked up at them. Her lips were smeared with spit and pre-cum, and fuck, did she look hot …
"I can try," she said, her tone betraying her own desire. "I want to try."
"Fuck, yeah!"
She grabbed both dicks and angled them so they were pointing towards her mouth, the tips touching. She made them rub together playfully, smiling widely when he responded with a moan, and then opened her mouth as widely as she could and took them both in. She couldn't go far, with both shafts stretching her lips almost obscenely, but he made up for that by sucking vigorously. The incredible sensation of having his two cocks rubbing together as she sucked on them made Ron groan loudly. He began to rock their hips a bit, in perfect sync, but being really careful not to make her take more than she was comfortable with. She seemed to like it, however, as she moaned around the shafts, using her hands to stroke what she couldn't get into her mouth.
"Fuuuck, Hermione! Shit, you've got no idea about how hot you look! Fuck, I'm about to cum! I'm about to cuuum!"
"Cum, Ron," she almost begged, her expression lustful while she kept wanking him at full speed. "Cum in my mouth."
"Take them in! Take them in!" he demanded, feeling his balls contracting. She complied quickly and sucked as hard as she could, driving him over the edge. "FUCK, HERMIONE!" he yelled as both cocks erupted powerfully, filling her mouth with thick, large spurts of his spunk. She tried to swallow, moaning, but it was too much and she was forced to release them. However, not wanting to be deprived of his semen, or maybe to give him an arousing view (or both) she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as his dicks spurted and spurted, filling her mouth again and coating her face all around her lips. When his ejaculation finally lost power, she took both cocks in again and sucked once more, humming around them, clearly eager to get as much as she could. Ron moaned, feeling his legs go weak with the intense pleasure. At last, his orgasm stopped, yet she seemed reluctant to let him go and squished his dicks to pour the last drops onto her tongue. Ron watched, enthralled, as she gulped it all down while some of it dripped onto the sexy slope of her tits.
"Merlin's fucking balls …" he moaned, falling onto the bed as he panted. Hermione smiled and, with her eyes fixed on them, she licked all around her mouth, making sure she got as much as she could.
"Tasty," she muttered, causing his cocks, which had barely deflated, to harden completely once more.
Crazy with lust, he leaned forwards, grabbed her by her arms and pulled her body on top of theirs so she was straddling one leg from each Ron. Left-Ron kissed her first, tasting himself, and then Right-Ron did the same. She moaned into his mouths, rubbing her slit against their thighs.
"I want to fuck you, Hermione."
"Yes, Ron. Sucking you off got me so horny again. This is — this — I couldn't imagine how hot this would be …"
"Fuck, Love," he growled, claiming her mouth once more. After a couple of snogs — one with each Ron — she knelt on the bed.
"Fuck me," she told them, her chest heaving, her tone demanding. "Fuck me now."
"How?" he asked, as eager as her.
"You," she told one of the Rons, "lay on your back."
He did as told, and a second later she was straddling him and snogging him wildly, rubbing her dripping cunt against his dick. When she broke the kiss, she looked at the other Ron over her shoulder. "Place his cock against my entrance," she ordered, her pupils dilated, betraying her level of arousal.
Once more pondering about how weird and strangely arousing this was, Ron lowered his face and watched while holding his cock upwards. Hermione let out a soft moan when it pushed past her folds, and then slammed down forcefully, taking it to the hilt. Ron moaned in sync with the sensation of her pussy engulfing him and the sexy image it offered. She savoured it for a moment, and then began to ride him wildly. Fucking-Ron moved his hands to her tits, kneading them with desire, while Unmoving-Ron watched, enthralled, how her ass moved up and down.
After barely a minute, she slowed down a bit and bent over him, making her ass looking ever more delightful. Then she turned her head to look at Unmoving-Ron. "Lick my asshole again while I ride his cock."
"Fuck," Bottom-Ron muttered. Top-Ron crawled to her and straddling his own ankles, facing her sexy, perfect bum.
"Spread my cheeks for him," she told Bottom-Ron. He complied, giving her tits one last squeeze before moving his big hands to her ass to pull her cheeks apart, revealing her perfect, tight asshole, still shining with his spit.
Top-Ron leaned forwards and gave her a tentative lick, making her moan. When he did it again, she began to rock her hips again, fucking him. Top-Ron devoted himself to the task, rimming her while using his right hand to wank his aching cock.
As time went on, her moans and whimpers became louder and louder, while she bounced on his cock harder. Twenty years of experience told Ron that she was quickly approaching another orgasm, and he was determined to make it as unforgettable as the others, so he shoved his tongue inside while he thrust upwards every time she slammed down.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, you're so fucking hot …" Bottom-Ron muttered, kneading her ass while keeping her cheeks apart for Top-Ron, who now was moving his tongue as fast as he could, despite it not being easy due to the way she was bouncing.
"No, this is hot, Ron! Fuck, I've never felt — oh, fuck, you're going to make me cum again! I'm going to come again! Ohhhhh … OH, GODS!"
"Cum for me, Love. Clench your muscles around my cock and my tongue!"
She lowered her torso completely over Bottom-Ron, allowing him to suck on her tits.
"Fuck me, you two! Fuck me HARD!" she cried, her entire body on edge. In response, Bottom-Ron began to thrust upwards fast and hard, while Top-Ron continued tried to get his tongue even deeper into her clutching ass.
She went off like a bomb.
"FUUUUUCKKK, RON! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK, I'M CUMMING! OHHHHHH, FUUCK, SO GOOD! SO — FUCKING — GOOD!" she screamed to the heavens while Ron kept at it, prolonging her orgasm and making it even more intense. She kept whimpering and moaning until her body gave up and she fell on top of Bottom-Ron, who moved his hands to her back, caressing her skin affectionately. Meanwhile, Top-Ron peppered her ass cheeks with kisses.
"It's your turn," she whispered after a minute. "I want you two to cum again."
Bottom-Ron growled and, moving his hands back to her ass, began to thrust upwards, shoving his cock into her pussy again and again. Top-Ron resumed wanking. "Where do you want mine?" he asked her. "All over your ass?"
"My mouth," she responded, giving him a feral look over her shoulder. At her words, he scooted towards the head of the bed and knelt before his own head. She turned towards him, looking incredibly sexy with her flushed face and wild, untamed hair, and swallowed his cock completely in one go. Then she looked up at him without moving, telling him with her eyes she wanted him to fuck her mouth the same way he was fucking her pussy.
Ron felt his entire body tingle with anticipation and lust, and began to thrust, holding her head.
He didn't waste time and began to thrust, holding her head.
"Uuugh, fuuuck …" he moaned at the delicious sensation.
He got lost in the hotness and the erotism of it all, fucking her pussy while watching his cock in her mouth, thrusting into her throat while watching her being fucked by him. It was too much, and his cocks, extremely hard due to the potion, began to throb; ready, once more, to blow their load.
"Hermione, I'm close …"
She simply moaned around him and rocked her hips, making his cock go deeper into her scorching pussy, telling him without words she wanted him to fill her up again.
"Fuck, gonna cum!" he shouted. "Gonna cum, Hermione!"
"Get ready for my spunk!"
When she just moaned again, he buried both his cocks in her holes and, with a loud roar, exploded in ecstasy, pouring streams and streams of cum into her willing, hungry body. Hermione took it all, rocking her hips and tightening her pussy while swallowing around his dick.
"FUUUUUUUCK!" he exclaimed in pure bliss as he finished, his hips giving short, uneven thrusts. Then, temporary sated, they both lay on the bed, side by side, while Hermione, still straddling the Ron she had fucked, watched them with a smile, licking her lips.
"Was it good for you?" she asked.
"It was fucking amazing, Love." He caressed her cheek lovingly. "What about you? Are you enjoying yourself?"
She raised her eyebrows at him. "Are you kidding? Ron, this is awesome! I've had three incredible orgasms and I still want more. I want to enjoy you two to the fullest, and as you are hard again …" She rotated her hips a bit, causing the Ron she was mounting to moan.
"I want to fuck your ass and your pussy at the same time," he told her. "Do you think you —?"
"Yes!" she responded, not even letting him finish. "Yes, Ron, please, I want that more than anything!"
Ron felt his cock twitch at her eagerness. "It might be too much —"
"I want to try!"
"Okay. But if it's too much for you, you just tell me and —"
"I know, but it'll be fine. Come on, get behind me and put your cock in my ass."
Eager, Free-Ron got on his knees and positioned himself behind her, his hands quickly grabbing handfuls of her juicy ass. Bottom-Ron moved his hands to it as well and pulled, spreading her for him. Ron swallowed audibly at the sight of her tight backdoor, his cock twitching in anticipation.
He pressed the tip against the little pucker and savoured the feeling for a moment before pushing. She pushed backwards as well, causing his cockhead to go in. The moment the furnace of her tight ass enveloped him, Ron let out a growl of pleasure, stopping for a moment to properly enjoy it.
"You want it, Hermione? Want us to fuck both your holes?"
"Yes! Come on, Ron, fuck my ass and pussy. Fuck me hard!"
Top-Ron thrust forwards, his cock burying itself in her already lubricated ass, at the same time Bottom-Ron began thrust upwards into her cum-filled pussy. Hermione arched her back and moaned loudly.
"Is it okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort not to fuck her hard.
As a response, she lowered her head and claimed Bottom-Ron's mouth in a passionate kiss, rocking her hips wantonly to encourage them to fuck her. Ron didn't need such encouragement, though, because being buried in her two holes was indescribable. He had enjoyed both her pussy and ass a lot along the years, and though after two pregnancies her cunt wasn't as tight as it had been, if still felt amazing. But now that she was full of him, she felt tighter than ever, every little movement inside her sending waves of pure pleasure throughout his bodies.
So, holding onto her hips and ass, he began to double-fuck her, starting slow, but soon speeding up as her moans and his own need grew.
"Do you like this, Hermione?" he asked, squeezing her ass cheeks roughly. "Do you like our two cocks fucking your holes?"
"YES!" she cried. "Yes, Ron, yes! Oh my god, don't stop, please! Don't ever stop, this is — Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck …"
"Shit, you're amazing, taking my dicks like this. I'm going to fuck you so hard. Do you want that, Hermione? Do you want me to pound your pussy and ass hard?"
"YES! Go as hard as you can, Ron! Make me cum again! I need to cum again!"
"Fuck, yeah! I want you to cum for me! Cum for me, Hermione!" he spurred her, fucking her as hard as he could. Both his bodies worked in perfect sync, filling both her pussy and ass over and over again, relentlessly. She fisted the duvet, squirming and moaning like never before. After a while, Top-Ron's hands slid up to cup her tits, pulling her body up, while Bottom-Ron moved one of his from her ass to her clit, rubbing it.
Her entire body tensed, and Ron's eyes rolled on his sockets when her pussy and ass clenched almost painfully around his pumping dicks.
"OHHH, FUUUUCK, RON! Oh, my god, oh my god, oh my god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING, RON!"
"Fuck, yesss, Hermione, me too! Fuuuuck, you're so fuckin' tight! Unggggh, fuuuuuck!" he shouted as he erupted again, his cocks filling her holes to the brim while pure sexual ecstasy flooded his body.
"Oh, gods, Ron … Oh, gods … oh, gods …" she moaned in a trembling voic, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her strong climax.
"I know … Fuck …" he muttered as they lay one on top of the other, temporally satisfied.
It didn't last long, however, as Ron still had his cocks in her pussy and ass. The potion — and his arousal — hadn't run its course, so he found himself hardening again, just by reliving the intense fuck they had enjoyed.
"Mmmh, your cocks are hard again," she commented, a smile grazing her lips.
"Do you want more?" he asked her, hoping the answer would be affirmative.
"Yes. Yes, Ron …"
"Perfect, because I want a go at your tight ass this time," said Bottom-Ron, squeezing it for emphasis.
Top-Ron took his cock out, instantly missing the delicious tightness and lay on the bed. Hermione reached for her wand and cast a quick Cleaning Charm on his cock before straddling him and impaling herself on it.
"Fuck, Hermione … I adore your cunt …"
"Mmmh, I love your cock … so hard for me …"
"You really want it, don't you?" he taunted, his hands moving to her tits.
"I do." She fixed her eyes on the other Ron. "Come on, put your cock in my ass. I want to feel full of you again."
"I'll fill you," he whispered as he moved into position. "I'll fill you with my cocks, Hermione."
"Yes, Ron, yes," she pleaded. Bottom-Ron grabbed her ass and spread it apart, revealing once more her gaping hole. Top-Ron felt his mouth water at the sight. He squeezed her ass as well, and then put the tip at her rosebud, pushing into her immediately as she was prepared and lubricated. The moment his dick entered her, the three of them let out loud moans of delight. "Like that, like that, Ron … Now fuck me hard. Fill me up again."
She began to rock her hips, moving between his cocks, and Ron groaned in pleasure. Holding onto her wonderful body, he began to thrust from both ends, filling her over and over and making her throw her head backwards in joy.
"Bloody hell, Hermione, you're so fucking sexy … so delicious … Shit, the things I want to do to you …"
"Do them," she encouraged, speeding up a little. "Do whatever you want to me, Ron, this — this feels incredible. Gods, I love you so fucking much …"
"Fuck," he groaned, and moved faster, fucking her with intensity, her holes gripping him deliciously. "You're such a naughty girl … my naughty girl, wanting to be fucked by my two cocks non-stop …"
"Yes …" she moaned, lost in the sensations he was causing her. "Give it to me. Hard."
Grunting, Ron began to move quickly in her, fucking her hard and fast, his hands moving all over her body, squeezing her tits, kneading her ass, caressing her sides. The tightness of her holes was overwhelming, and Ron went harder and harder, the tiredness after all the previous sex vanishing in the presence of the ever-growing lust he felt for her.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Hermione! Unghhh, your ass …"
"Your pussy …"
"So fucking tight … so hot …"
"Gods, Ron …" she let out among the continuous chorus of moans. "I'm getting close again! Give me more! I want more!"
Behind her, Top-Ron gave her a really powerful thrust, his hips slapping against her ass nosily, eliciting a loud squeal from her. "Like this?" he grunted, doing it again. "Like this, Love? Hard and deep in your perfect ass?"
Under her, Bottom-Ron gave her a spank and thrust upwards with force. "And this?"
"YES! Oh, yes, Rooooon! Fuuuck, fuuuck, I'm right there! I'm right there!" she cried, practically sobbing. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Cum for me! Milk my cocks!"
"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, Ron, coming! Oh, gods, comingcomingcoming! Cummiiiinggg!" she shouted as her body seized around Ron cocks, trapping them in a vice-like grip.
"Fuck, Hermione! Fuck, you're so fucking TIGHT!"
"ROOON!" she shouted one last time while she rode her orgasm out and then, unable to move anymore, she fell on top of Bottom-Ron, her hair spread all over her upper back and his face.
"Are you alive, Love?" he asked after a while.
She mumbled something in response that sounded like 'barely.' Ron grinned.
Upper-Ron bent over her, effectively turning her body into the filling of a Ron-sandwich, and whispered into her ear. "My cocks are throbbing, trapped in your tight, perfect cunt and ass. I need to cum. Can I fuck your fantastic cunt and ass until I cum, my sexy, naughty wife?"
"Yes," she responded, her voice barely audible. "Fuck me. Cum in me."
Cock throbbing, Ron got ready and then began to fuck her, hard and fast, plunging into her holes with relish. Despite her exhaustion, she started to moan again, shifting her hips a bit so he could fuck her at a better angle.
"Please, Ron, don't hold back … Cum …"
"Fuck, I'm just there, Hermione!" he grunted, thrusting at top speed. "I'm just — Oh, fuck, here it comes! Here it comes, Hermione! Fuck, YES!" he shouted when his balls contracted and his cocks fired for the fourth time. He held onto her from below and from top as he spurted and spurted into her, his horny bodies filled with indescribable pleasure. He kept giving her shallow thrusts until his legs gave up and then fell in a tangle of limbs, panting heavily.
"Fuck …" he added.
"Fuck indeed," she muttered, using her hand to part the curtain of sweaty hair hiding her face. Some strands remained plastered to her forehead and nose, and Ron couldn't help but grin at how cute (and well-fucked) she looked.
He kissed her in turns, his hands moving over her skin. The kiss was slow and loving, and lasted for about a couple minutes. Then, Top-Ron moved off her, pulling her gently towards him so she was snuggled between the two of him. Each of them trapped one of her legs between his and draped one arm over her belly and chest. She squirmed a bit, but smiled happily.
"I love this," she whispered, her eyes closed. "Being surrounded by you, Ron …"
"Have you enjoyed yourself so far?" he asked her. Despite having come four times, he knew he could go once more. Her naked body against his, with his cock pressed against her upper thigh, prevented his arousal from vanishing completely.
She nodded. "Merlin, yes, Ron. This was fantastic, wonderful, awesome … What about you?"
"It was hot as hell," he replied. Left-Ron moved his hand to cover her right boob, kneading it gently. "And I want more," he added huskily. To emphasise the point, he ground his crotches against her thighs, his cocks hardening almost completely.
She gasped.
"But if it's too much, we can stop here, have a shower and just sleep."
"Kiss me," was her response. "Kiss me all over, Ron."
Watching her for a moment, both Rons moved at the same time. While Left-Ron claimed her mouth, he moved his hand to the other tit, freeing the right one so Right-Ron could suck it, using his hand to caress her tummy, his fingers grazing her trimmed pubic hair. She moaned into Left-Ron's mouth and squirming a bit on the bed. He knew she was not ready for more yet, though, so he moved leisurely, wanting to arouse her slowly. He revelled on the feel on her lips moving against his own, something that still amazed him, even after twenty years and dozens of thousands of kisses; he savoured the texture and taste of her breast in his mouth. They had sagged a bit with the years and after two pregnancies, yes, but they were also a bit bigger than when they had married, and Ron still loved them as much as the first time he had seen them. They still felt heavenly between his lips and under his hand, and he couldn't help but increase the intensity with which he was worshipping them. Right-Ron's hand moved lower, sliding over her twat, yet barely touching folds, something that, given her whimper, she found both arousing and frustrating. The hand moved to her inner thighs, the tips of his fingers caressing her soft, sensitive skin. She whimpered again into his mouth and bucked her hips.
"Want more, Love?" Left-Ron asked her.
"Move your mouth down my body, until you reach my cunt. Then lick it," was her bossy response.
He grinned at her, he always loved when she was explicit with her demands, and hurried to comply, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her neck until he reached her left breast. He stopped at her hardened nipple, sucking on it, and she arched her back in delight, pushing her chest out. She caressed his heads, pressing them down, silently demanding him to take more of her tits in his mouths.
Left-Ron did so, swallowing a good mouthful, but soon resumed his journey South, peppering kisses over her soft belly. As he approached her groin, she spread her legs wide in invitation. Meanwhile, Right-Ron began to caress her pussy, his fingers sliding up and down her slit, making her wetter and wetter. Left-Ron shifted on the bed, moving to lay between her open legs, and watched his own hand caress that pussy he loved so much. Then, to Hermione's utter surprise (and delight) Right-Ron used his fingers to spread her lips, and Left-Ron lowered his head to her cunt, lapping at her exposed clit.
"Ohhhhh, Ron!"
Grinning inwardly, he lapped hungrily while he continued to suck her breast. She bucked her hips, seeking more friction, and he didn't disappoint, pushing his tongue harder against her. Then moved down and shoved it into her hole while Right-Ron moved his index finger to her clit and began to rub it in circles.
"Ohhh, ohhh, gods! Oh, gods, Ron, yes, yes, yes!"
"Like it, Hermione?" right-Ron asked, releasing her reddened tit momentarily. "Like me worshipping your wet, hot pussy?"
"Yes! Yes! Ohhhhh, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"
He grinned at her and kissed her mouth once more, to which she responded wildly, turning the kiss into a full snog mingled with moans and whimpers. After half a minute, he pulled away and went back to her tits, sucking and kneading them. Meanwhile, between her legs he was now sucking her clit and finger-fucking her in a really gentle way. He wanted to just arouse her, not making her come. So, when he sensed she was getting too close, he moved off her pussy and started kissing down her legs, until he reached her feet. He sucked on her toes, something he had never done before, and was pleased with the positive response. On her upper body, Ron moved again to her mouth, snogging her once more. Lower-Ron watched her put her hands around his other head, completely engaged in the kiss, and kept playing with her feet. She squirmed, bucking her hips from time to time, and Ron smirked, knowing she was reaching her breaking point.
"I need you," she whimpered against his lips. "I need your cock, Ron."
Top-Ron moved away, and they both knelt, together, in front of her flushed body. She stared at them almost hungrily.
"What do you want, Hermione?"
She bit her lower lip. "I can ask for anything?" she asked, her tone unsure.
"Absolutely. This is for you, Love."
She slid her hands over her belly, caressing her own skin seductively. "Can you — can you touch … yourself again?"
"You mean like this?" he asked, each one of him grabbing his dick and stroking.
"No. I want to see each of you stroking the other's cock," she explained, sounding almost embarrassed. Ron smiled at them.
"Like this, Love?" he asked, doing as she had requested. She didn't answer, but the moan which left her lips was response enough.
"You look so hot …" she commented, her hand moving absentmindedly over her slit. At the sight, Ron began wanking his other cock faster.
"Face each other," she demanded.
Both Rons moved on the bed, with his hands still on his cocks. It was still weird, watching himself, though he had accustomed to it. And the double wank felt good …
"Now — now wrap one hand around both cocks …"
He turned both his heads towards her, and the pink hue colouring her cheeks became redder. "You don't have to, if it's too much," she added quickly.
As a response, Ron got closer to himself, until both cocks were touching. Then wrapped one hand around them and gave a tentative stroke.
"Fuck," he groaned.
Hermione let out a strangled moan. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her fingers moving in circles over her clit. "Gods, Ron … I — I never imagined …"
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Love," Ron said. "We're exploring, and as long the two of us are comfortable with what we're doing, it's okay."
Hermione stopped touching herself and manoeuvred to get on her knees, facing him. She crawled towards them, her yes fixed on his cocks, and then, to his surprise, pushed her head between his bodies and gave the tips of his cocks a lick, savouring the precum.
"Fuck, Hermione …" he groaned. When she gave them another lick, Ron moved his hand, angling both shafts towards her mouth. She opened it and, for the second time that night, took both tips in and sucked.
"Shit, that feels so bloody good …"
She sucked for a bit, moving a hand to cup the two sacks together, playing with them. Ron let himself sink into the pleasures of her mouth and hands, but, suddenly, he was deprived of it when she straightened up. Without giving him time to react, she put one hand behind each of his heads and pulled them into an odd, three-way kiss. His eyes became the size of saucers, but when she moaned in delight, he forced himself not to think and went along with it. Both his tongues entered her mouth and she sucked on them, caressing them with hers. For Ron, this was even odder than rubbing his cocks together, yet it was strangely erotic, so he maintained the kiss until she pulled apart, a radiant, lustful grin on her face.
"Gods, Ron, I feel — I feel so — so —" she closed her mouth, not able to find words, something quite rare in her. She bit her lower lip, her expression turned into the one she wore when she was thinking hard about something.
"You," she said, pointing her finger at the Ron on her left, "Sit there, with your head on the pillow."
He did as told. Once positioned, with his cock standing proudly, Hermione lowered her face and took it into her mouth, giving it a long slurp. The other Ron, meanwhile, enjoyed the sight of her ass, and he moved his hand to caress it. She didn't let him do that for long, though, because the moment she released Lying-Ron's cock, she moved to straddle him, facing away.
Ron licked his lips as he watched her ass descend, and cupped it possessively as she took his cock deep in her cunt, drawing a long moan from both of them.
"Mmmh, so hard again, Ron …"
"Fuck, Hermione," he replied, squeezing her perfect buttocks.
Hermione moaned again and leaned backwards so she was resting against his chest. "Grab my tits," she demanded. Bottom-Ron moved his hands from her ass to her boobs and squeezed them, making her moan again. She began to move her hips back and forth, getting some friction.
Top-Ron, meanwhile, watched the sexy scene. It was so hot, seeing her like this, with his hands covering her tits and impaled on her cock, her legs spread.
"Suck my clit while we fuck," Hermione told him. Top-Ron looked at where he and Hermione were joined, and then nodded. Aware of the hungry, eager way she was watching him, he lay on his stomach, between his own legs, and looked at her pussy, now stretched by his cock.
"Fuck …" he groaned.
Hermione moved one hand to his head and pulled him towards her crotch. He let her control him, and when she pushed him against her mound, he licked her clit.
"Oh, GODS!" she cried. "More!"
Bottom-Ron started moving his hips, fucking into her while squeezing her tits, and Top-Ron kept lapping at her clit. Hermione's reaction was almost explosive, letting out a continuous litany of moans as she bucked her hips.
"Deeper, Ron! And lick me faster! Ohhhh, gods! Fuck, Ron!"
"Shit, Hermione," said lower-Ron. "You've got the most wicked ideas! Fuck!"
"Squeeze me harder!" she replied, putting her own hands over his on her tits. "Ohhh, fuck, I'm getting close already! I'm about to cum on your cock and mouth! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Ron thrust even more frantically, his own need growing, and lapped faster, applying even more pressure to her little, swollen nub.
"Ro-on … Gods, Ron, yes, I'm al-almost there! I'm — Oh, ohhhhh, this feels amazing! This feels wonderful, Ron! I'm — I'm — Fuuuuuuck! Fuckfuckfuck, I'm cumming, Ron! Gods, I'M CUMMING!" she bellowed as her body began to shake, overcome by the pleasure. Bottom-Ron kept thrusting into her pussy, gritting his teeth as she fluttered around his dick, while Top-Ron licked hard and fast, making it even more intense for her.
When she finally stopped trembling, panting heavily, Top-Ron pulled apart to stare at her. Bottom-Ron stopped thrusting as well, giving her a moment to rest.
"Good?" he asked her.
"Incredible," she muttered, still in awe. "It was incredible, Ron."
Bottom-Ron used one of his hands to turn her head and then captured her mouth in an intense kiss. She replied willingly, her own tongue seeking his. He started moving again, and Top-Ron wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking it as he watched his other cock going in and out of her pussy.
"My turn," he said eagerly.
"How do you want it?" she asked, breaking the kiss.
Ron's eyes moved all over her. "I could cum all over your pussy …"
"Sounds hot."
His eyes moved to her heaving chest. "Or I could fuck your tits at the same time I fuck your pussy."
She moaned. "Yes, much better! Do it, Ron. Fuck my tits …" she whispered, pushing Ron's hands away and caressing them herself.
Grunting, Ron straddled her stomach. As she was lying on top of him, he didn't have to lower his body so his balls touched her skin. He moved forwards, watching her pulling her tits apart in a silent invitation, until his aching cock was between both mounds. Then she squashed them together, trapping his cock in between.
"Oh, fuck …" he moaned at the sight and sensation. Her tits felt heavenly around his dick.
"Come on, Ron. Fuck me. Cum in and over me."
Ron began to thrust in perfect synchrony, his cock moving in her pussy and between her tits, which she pushed together even harder to give him more pleasure. He started slowly, tentatively, until he found a rhythm, and then sped up, his need to cum overwhelming. Meanwhile, Hermione moaned, clearly relishing the effect she had on him. She alternated staring at his cock moving between her tits and twisting her neck to kiss him, their tongues playing together. Both the view and the sensation were amazing, so he thrust harder and harder, using her body for his own pleasure. His arousal grew and grew as he moved between her juicy breasts and inside her sopping pussy, one pair of hands joining hers on her tits and the other grasping her by her hips to give himself more leverage.
After just a couple of minutes, Ron felt the tell-tale signs of an imminent orgasm and thrust harder, grunting animalistically. His balls contracted and his cock throbbed, and then he exploded, streams and streams of cum flying from his tip, some of them filling her pussy once more, and the others coating her neck.
"Fuuuuck, Hermione!" he shouted. She released her tits and wrapped her fist around his cock, pumping it hard and fast as he came, spurting the rest of his cum over them.
"Oh, bloody fucking, fuck …" he blurted out, falling onto the bed and rolling onto his back. Hermione disentangled herself from Top-Ron and moved so she was again between them. Ron embraced her once more, from both sides, and they shared another three-way kiss. Once it was over, she sighed in delight, a blissful smile on her face.
"Ron, this was the most amazing thing ever, but I can't keep going. I'm knackered."
"Well, Love, I can affirm I'm sated as well," he said, his cocks now lying limp over his thighs. He kissed both her cheeks, causing her to let out an uncharacteristic giggle. "Are you okay? I didn't go too hard on you, right?"
She grasped his hands on her belly and gave them a reassuring squeeze. "No, Ron, it was perfect. Very intense, yes, but perfect. I didn't imagine I would love it so much."
He grinned at her. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. It was amazing for me as well." He let out a sigh. "Should we clean ourselves up?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, no. I want to stay here until the effect of the potion dissipates. I love being between you two this way. It's very cosy, and I feel so cherished and loved."
"You are cherished and loved," said Ron, kissing her again. "I adore you, my Hermione."
She moved her arms to hug both of him and pulled them towards her. They embraced even more tightly, and stayed like that until Ron began to feel funny.
"Ron …?" Hermione asked when he moved away from her, his hands moving to his stomach.
"Fuck!" he moaned.
"Ron, are you fine? Answer me!" demanded Hermione, concern etched upon her face.
"I —" he began to say but, before he could add anything else, everything went white for a moment, causing an intense surge of pain in his head. However, it was gone just a moment later, and he found himself at the bottom of the bed. "Shit," he muttered.
"Ron, are you all right? Anwer me, please!" she asked, moving so she was bending upon him, her hands on his forehead, as if checking whether he had a fever.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just — it feels odd. I'm remembering being in two places at once and doing two things at the same time. Bloody hell, this is the weirdest thing I've ever felt …"
"But you feel good? Are you sick or anything?"
"No, no. Just a bit dizzy. Give me a moment."
Hermione nodded, and Ron closed his eyes for a bit, until the dizziness ebbed away. Then opened it to look at Hermione. He smiled at her.
"Hey," he told her.
"Better?" she asked.
He nodded and then sat up. "We should get cleaned," he suggested. "I'm so tired I could pass out."
She nodded, and then helped him towards the bathroom. He took a glass of water, and then they shared a very quick shower. After Hermione used her wand to dry them, they got into bed, with her spooning her from behind.
"Mmmh," he sighed, content. "Cuddling with my amazing wife after what must be the best sex experience of our lives. Am I or am I not lucky?"
She chuckled. "I think we're both lucky, Ron. But I agree with you, it was the best sex of our lives. Which is quite a feat, as we've been shagging for more than twenty years!"
"Well, that only makes it more awesome, right?"
She nodded. "Yes, definitely."
"I'm looking forward to tomorrow and having two of you," he added, kissing her nape.
He felt her smile again. "Well, if it's only half as good as it was for me having two of you, then you're in for a treat, Love."
He laughed. "I suppose we should think of a good Christmas present for George, then."
"Oh, definitely, Ron. Definitely!"
Well, I hope you enjoyed it! Again, I'd like your comments on how it's written (well, and about the chapter overall, of course!)
Next chapter will be Hermione's turn, in 2-3 days.