Chapter 3: Ménage à trois

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After the flurry of morning activity, Harry found the afternoon a relaxing change of pace. The scheduled called for guest to arrive at three in the afternoon. With time to spare, he and Ron escaped to ride broomsticks above the lake. At least until Fluer found them and instructed them to get dressed at once.

Despite Ginny's constant obsession with sex, she'd still laid out Harry's dress robes, suit, tie, and accents the night before. He threw on his attire and headed downstairs. Fluer immediately put him to work with Charlie in the living room to greet guests as they arrived by floo.

"Minister Shacklebolt. A pleasure to see you, sir."

"Please, Harry, when we aren't at the office, call me Kingsley. We did fight a war together, after all."

"Of course Kingsley. I am surprised to see you here for a wedding."

"Wedding of a prominent war hero and business man. Guest list is a who's who of the wizarding community. This might be the biggest private event of the decade."

He leaned in, clapping Harry on the shoulder. "Only behind your wedding, I'd imagine. Congratulations on your engagement, by the way. I'm looking forward to the ceremony."

"Of—of course. Thank you, sir."

Kingsley leaned in. "Supposedly, Roberts may soon be up for an early retirement, given his unfortunate injury in the field last month. You'd have my support to take over."

"Me, Head Auror? But I'm not even twenty. Aren't there more established wizards for the role?"

"Who would you suggest? War has a way of bringing young blood to prominent roles, and you are probably the only person behind Gawain with the most field experience."

Harry studied Kingsley, unsure of how to respond.

"Think it over Harry. The ministry needs smart and well liked witches and wizards in high-profile roles if we're going to rebuild trust. Like I said, you'd have my support. We can talk about it later."

More guests arrived. The room quickly overcrowded, as each new arrival waited for a chance to shake Harry's hand. Eventually, Harry forgot about greeting everyone and settled for shoving them out the door on arrival.

After slamming the door on a rather irate witch, Charlie turned to Harry, "maybe we should just brick up this entrance and leave then to apperate."

Soon the flood of guests ended, and they made their escape. It was a wonderful day for an outdoor wedding. Warm, but not terribly so. The early June sun peeked out from the tree line. A pleasant breeze from the north rustled in on the surrounding shrubs, cooling the guests and family members as they took their seats on either side of the walk. Enchanted violins played a quiet classical number in the background.

Harry chuckled as they approached the rest of the wedding party. Yesterday he'd questioned Ginny regarding the color when she presented him a green dress robe to match her green bridesmaid dress. Now, standing next to Ron and Hermione's Chudley Cannon Orange and Percy and Luna's sunflower yellow, Harry guessed at the color theme for the wedding. Sure enough, when Bill and Katie joined in scarlet red and Alicia finally arrived to match Charlie in a deep sea blue, he was certain.

"So?" he inquired as everyone stared at each other in curiosity. "Has anyone asked Angelina or George why they choose the rainbow as a wedding color?"

The question was left in the air as a change in music announced the start of the main event. Compared to the last few days, the actual wedding ceremony was smooth and simple. Harry half expected confetti or a surprise water cannon to pop out at any moment.

Angelina came down the aisle in flowing white robes to join George, dressed in his royal purple suit and top hat. Kingsley officiated the wedding vows and soon enough, everyone found themselves in the next tent over, sitting down for food and drink.

The wedding party table was in a half oval shape with George and Angelina in the middle. Harry found himself halfway down the left side. On his left sat Ginny while on his right was Hermione and then Ron, followed by Luna, Percy and finally Bill before the middle of the table. It reminded him of Hogwarts's main hall, with the wedding party on one side of the 'head table' and four rows of guest tables. Near two hundred guests in full attendance.

Lost in his observations, Harry missed his pants zipper and then boxers falling open. The cool evening air met his warm cock. Startled, he glanced down only to find Ginny's soft hand grip him loosely, his eyes fixating on her newly French manicured nails and green jade bracelet. She gave him a wink before she slowly work his cock.

Harry's eyes darted around nervously and he shifted his butt forward to better hide under the tablecloth. To his right, he caught Hermione's frown as she tried and failed not to watch him out of the corner of her eye.

"Hermione?" Ginny's question caught the girl by surprised judging by her jump. "How are you enjoying the wedding so far?"

"Ummm. Fine."

"Really? Because I noticed you've not touched your plate. Is it not to your liking? I had a hand in choosing the menu? I would recommend you try the sausage."

Hermione's eyes bulged before a reply spoke up from their right. "Really Ginny? I didn't know you helped mom with the food prep." Ron reached across the table and helped himself to two servings from the plate of Bangers.

Harry suppressed a moan as he watched Hermione pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Really Ron, I would have helped you find some sausage sooner if I had known about your tastes."

"Come off it Hermione. I like all types of meat."

"Yes Hermione, I'm sure you would have. I wanted to go with the beaver cake myself, but I couldn't produce a good enough rise with it.

"Theth ar relth goodth."

Hermione shook her head, but the corner of her mouth rose with her answer. "Careful Ron, I don't want you to choke by taking two in your mouth at the same time."

Harry laughed out loud. Ginny's hand speed up, staying focused on his head and he had to bite his lip to suppress a moan. His eyes then went wide as the table cloth move back, Hermione's hand pulling at it to reveal the activity to her gaze.

"I do like a good banger." Hermione noted, glancing up from Harry, eyes now locked with Ginny. "However, maybe it's the wedding, because I find myself more interested in a cupcake right now. The red velvet kind."

"Hmmm, that could be arranged. But I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a cream filled one.

"Ginny,' Harry muttered. He closed his eyes. Unable to hold back, he coated the underside of the wedding table.

"Something tells me the cream might be my favorite part."

"Then I'll save you some for tonight. Desert is best enjoyed before bed."

Harry collapsed into the chair. His ears perked up, trying to listen in on the surrounding wedding. He caught the end of George's speech.

"And finally, I'd like to thank my family, Mom, Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron and Ginevra for all their help and hard work to make today happen." George took a bow at the crowd's applause and his top hat tumbled off to roll in front of the main table. It flipped upright and a steady stream of sparklers erupt from the brim.

"With that, I'll turn you over to the other best man of the day. My friend and business partner, Harry Potter." Blinking, Harry straightened up, "Who will now stand up and give a rousing speech. Harikkins?"

Harry's eyes sent daggers at George. His pants moved back into place as Ginny adjusted them closed and he stood up slowly. George's grin threatened to split his face in half. Harry silently mouthed to George, I'll get you, before turning to the hundreds of guests.

"Yes. Thank you George." Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of parchment. "Given George's nature, I half expected something like this and came prepared."

Clearing his throat, Harry began, "Welcome everybody. It's not every day we celebrate such a momentous occasion. Therefore, I would like to thank everyone for coming out to this dress rehearsal for Ginevra and my wedding."

"I met the Weasleys in my first year on the Hogwarts Express. George, I immediately identified as a troubled student given his talk about vandalizing Hogwarts property. Something about exploding toilet seats, if I recall."

A cry of, "wait, that was the Weasley twins?" came from the audience, followed by a round of laughter.

Harry looked down at his parchment and began reading.

"George Weasley. What is there to say except he is witty, intelligent, charming and … umm." Harry glanced up from his notes at George. "Sorry, I can't quite make out your handwriting after this part. What else was I supposed to say?"

A laugh erupted from everyone at the wedding table as George frowned, "Drop dead sexy."

"A yes." Harry continued, "and drop dead sexy. Angelina, you look great tonight. Really stunning. I would say more about you and your attire, but I'm afraid Ginny might be pointing her wand at me under the table, so I can't express too much interest. I'll just say, I think I speak for everyone here that the dress is lovely — and a nice changed of pace compared to the pants you usually wear in the relationship."

"Hey"

"Hush George, let him finish."

"Finally, I'd like to raise a toast and ask for a moment of silence. For the true best man, Fred Weasley, who laid down his life so that I and all of us could be here today. I know if he could be here, he would be proud of both of you, George and Angelina, for everything you've accomplished today and for your bright future ahead."

Harry took in the sea of witches and wizards in front of him during the silence and collapsed into his chair.

Ginny leaned over and lightly kissed his ear. "Well done lover."

"Don't expect prose like that at our wedding. I'm fresh out."

Cries of 'cake' went up from the guests as a massive cake floated down the isle. Harry marveled at the size. Mrs. Weasley really outdid herself this time. The cake was seven layers, each a different color and likely flavor.

"And now for the cake cutting." George announced.

Before he could get far, the camera man rushed in, "Pictures first. George, can you move to the right? Great, now Angelina on his left. Hold that—"

Harry leaned over to Ginny. "Want to escape for a few minutes back to the house? I can return the favor before the dance starts."

"Just a moment." Harry frowned as he noticed her watching the camera man intently.

There was a 'boing' as the camera took a picture. Harry saw a familiar cream pie launch from the nearest flash bulb and hit George square in the face.

Silence descend the party as pie rolled off his shocked expression.

"Umm, Ginny?"

Ginny's grin threatened to split her face in two. "Let's just say it was a family effort."

The photographer stood in horror, but George and Angelina were all laughs. Angelina leaned in and whispered something to George before licking from his ear to mouth.

Luckily for George, no more mysterious pies appeared for the rest of the cake cutting.

With the main event over and hordes of cake consumed by all, the music entertainment began. Harry noted each group. The more politically affluent drifted toward Kingsley; forming the group he mentally referred to as the ministry contingent. Most of the Hogwarts age guests wandered toward the main stage where The Dragon Riders had set up. Their opening song was a slow dance number, uncharacteristic of their normal gigs.

Ginny grabbed his hand, leading him toward the middle of the floor.

"Come Harry, let's dance."

"Now?"

"Time for some fun."

"I know that look. You're up to no good."

"Nonsense lover. I'm only working on a plan that will benefit both of us."

"Excuse me." They approached Ron and Hermione, who were drifting on the edge of the dance floor. Standing apart and staying out of everyone's way.

"Ron, it's time for Weasley's family photos. We have to head toward the house." She turned back to him. "Harry, why don't you keep Hermione company while Ron I head there?"

Harry chuckled as he caught on. "Hermione, it would be a pleasure."

"O, all right. One dance."

Harry took Hermione's hand and led them onto the dance floor. Harry fell naturally into the faster ballroom dance rhythm. Surprised, Hermione studied him closely.

"When did you get good at dancing? I seem to remember a certain 4th year student with two left feet."

Harry chuckled, "As it happens, Ginny and I try to keep up appearances at Ministry and local get togethers. Dancing is still a main part of those functions. I didn't like dancing until I found the right partner and then, well …"

They danced in silence for a few minutes.

"So, how was your morning with Ginny?"

"Wwwha..t? I'm not sure what you mean." Hermione blushed past her neck.

"Don't give me the innocent girl, Hermione. I know Gin and, more importantly, her and I talk about everything. She jumped you in the shed earlier today. Do you deny it?"

When Hermione's head drooped, Harry continued.

"Its alright. Really. Her and I talk about fantasies and such a lot. I'll admit, it was confusing at first, but I'm starting to understand what makes Ginny tick. You and Ron surprised me though…by breaking up. "

"How did you know about Ron?"

"Him and I talked yesterday and then again today. I'm sorry to hear about it. It wasn't because of Ginny and me, was it?"

"No — no it's more complicated than that. I don't think it would have worked out, even without Ginny in the picture. It seems not all school relationships last past graduation, unlike you and Ginny."

"I'm starting to think she and I are a bit of an unusual case."

"And you're not angry, that her and I … slept together."

"No." Harry answered, "to be honest, that first time, I felt I should have been jealous, but I wasn't. I kept asking to hear more. And it actually got me really turned on. Ginny and I fantasize about playing with other witches, maybe even wizards. Last month, she found a new spell. It's a transfiguration spell which allows a girl to grow a specific part of theirs into penis."

Hermione's mouth opened in shock.

Harry continued. "She was talking about it for weeks. How she wants to show off her new dick skills. And I suspect she's been waiting to show you her spell work too. Rub in your face and all."

"That's — I never thought about the use of magic in sex that much."

"Did she?" Harry said intently.

"What?"

"Rub it in your face — earlier today? Or did she stick it in the pussy?"

Hermione stumbled mid step, falling into Harry and threatening to pull him over. Standing up straight, her eyes light with fire as she responded, "No, she found something else to rub on me."

Hermione's hand trailed down his side and found purchase on his semi hard cock. Harry maintained eye contact, only raising one eyebrow. "She did, however, promise me the dick of a supposedly well hung and high stamina fiancée.

Harry was silent for a minute, watching Hermione's eyes as they stood in the middle of the dance floor.

He finally spoke up, "I'll admit, you were in a fantasy or two of mine as well, back at Hogwarts."

"Ginny may have mentioned. You never said…"

"No. I didn't. And looking back, I don't see at what point I should have. Between you and Ron, then me and Ginny, the timing never worked out. Then with the war. Well, I'm sure you understand, I needed you more than ever, as a friend and partner."

"O…Harry."

"Don't tell me you never fantasized about it though?" He asked.

"Well, of course I fantasized about it. I guess I never realized you had any interest."

"And now?"

Hermione step in close and brought her nose against his. He could feel the heat from her as she rubbed slowly against the bulge in his pants.

"Now, it's kind of hard not to. You're not the shy little boy I first befriended at Hogwarts."

"Ginny's adventurous nature is infectious."

"Your telling me."

The song came to an end and Hermione pulled away. "I should probably go."

Harry pulled her back in for a last embrace. Her mouth was so close that he could taste the red wine on her breath.

"Just so you know, Ginny's offer stands. Come by tonight if you want a taste of what could have been."

With that, Harry let go and watched Hermione retreat across the dance floor.

He made it three steps before a low moving mass of silver blonde hair hit him. He rocked back on the impact, trying to catch his balance.

"Bonjour 'arry. C'est tellement génial de vous revoir. Tu m'as tellement manqué lors de la dernière épreuve. Voulez-vous s'il vous plaît danser avec moi?"

Wide eyed, Harry took in the teen girl wrapped around him and her rapid French.

"Umm, Gabrielle?"

"Oui, 'arry. Vous vous sentez tellement sexy en ce moment. Maman m'a donné la permission de commencer à sortir ensemble le mois dernier. Pouvons-nous faire des bébés?"

Harry stiffened in growing panic. His French was poor, but he'd caught the bit at the end about making babies. His head swung around franticly. On one side of the dance floor, he spied Ginny watching him. He waved his arms toward the preteen girl on his side and mouthed for help.

Ginny's smile only increased as she shook her head slowly. She nudged the person next to her. Fluer turn around and looked questionably at Ginny. Observing Harry's plight, she grinned and offered Ginny a glass of wine, turning to watch. Clearly, no help would be forthcoming from that direction.

Sighing, Harry reached down and pulled at Gabrielle's hand, working to peal her off of him before her hands roamed any lower. This was going to be a long party.

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Hermione stood frozen on the first landing at the Burrow, unsure of what to do next. With her and Ron now over, she had no reason to stay around here. They had not discussed the apartment rented in Hogsmeed. With her parents still in Australia and uncertainty about the apartment, she had nowhere else to go. Her next idea was to ask Harry and Ginny about crashing at Grimmauld for a few weeks until she could figure out her next step.

Thus, she found herself outside their bedroom door, her mind racing with excuses. "I'm only here to ask about staying for a few weeks. No one is asking for sex, no matter how large Harry's cock."

Taking a few breaths, she knocked on the door, refusing to open it unannounced this time.

After a few seconds, the door swung wide to reveal Ginny dressed in a sheer black and green body stocking and lacy high heals. Her outfit covered her from neck to toe, but revealed everything. Hermione stared at Ginny's perk breasts, the sight had her lost in thoughts about earlier that morning.

"Hermione, come on in."

Ginny pulled her inside. Her mind in a daze. Harry was sitting on the bed in only a pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to stop her racing mind and the growing warmth in her groin.

"I—I was going to ask…about Grimmauld Place. I need a place to stay for a few weeks and I hoped…"

She swallowed her next words as Harry stood up and moved in front of her. Ginny's body press up against her from behind. Her thin dress doing little to hide the feel of Ginny's perky nipples on her back and hot pussy radiating across her butt.

She found herself deliciously trapped as Harry moved forward and cupped her chin. Leaning forward, he kissed her. She melted into him while Ginny pulled at the straps of her dress, exposing her chest.

Harry broke the kiss and made eye contact. "Last chance to back out. If you're uncomfortable, you can leave now. Head to Grimmauld tonight. No hard feelings."

She should have said no. Should have left right there. But a part of her couldn't. The memory of what Ginny had done to her earlier that morning still seared into her mind. Mixing with Harry's confession of his feelings for her. She was trapped. She knew it. And she didn't care.

She slowly shook her head. "No, please. I want this."

Ginny dropped to her knees, pulling the dress and thong to the ground with her. Standing naked with them didn't feel all that unconformable to Hermione. It felt right.

Harry's hands held her face as he pulled her into another kiss. Hermione then moaned as Ginny's hands pulled her cheeks apart and a tongue snaked its way between them, teasing her lightly.

As quickly as they started, both Harry and Ginny pulled back. Hermione breathed heavily.

"Lie back," suggested Ginny. Hermione moved to do as instructed. They shuffled further up the bed. Ginny's hand went straight between Hermione's legs.

"Oh!" she yelped. Ginny gave her no chance to adjust. Fingers rubbed up and down her smooth folds.

"Someone's already very wet," Ginny said, as she teased her with two fingers.

"Ohhh!"

"Sweet Hermione Granger," murmured Ginny as she slowly fingered her opening. Ginny's mouth trailed kisses down Hermione's stomach, making her moan.

Harry leaned over and kissed her nipple.

"Mmmm!" Hermione bucked her chest upwards. Harry alternated back and forth, flicking his tongue over each hard nub. Harry ravished her breasts. Pinching, pulling, biting. The sight of him worshiping her chest turned her on as much as his actual touch.

"We're going to make you our little slut, Granger," Ginny stated from between her legs. "Do you want to be our slut for the night?"

"Mmmmmm."

"What was that? Say it Granger."

"Yes."

Harry pinched both her nipples, hard. "Yeeeeesss! I'm your slut."

"Good girl," giggled Ginny. She lowered her face to Hermione's pussy and sucked on her clit.

"Ohhhhh. Yes!" Hermione was quickly losing control as Harry continued to kiss every inch of her breasts and nipples.

"She's got such lovely tits," Harry commented as he pulled back to remove his boxers. Hermione writhed in pleasure as Ginny continued to assault. She was not teasing or taking things slow. She was trying to make her cum as fast as possible.

"Aaaaaaa!" Hermione groaned as she edge closer and closer. Harry chuckled as he returned his attention to her nipples. He took both of her soft mounds in his hands and squeezed hard. Hermione's back arched as she cried out.

"Mmmm," the redhead continued her assault on Hermione's wet folds. Suddenly, Hermione's whole body went rigid and her mouth opened. Then her eyes went wide, head shot back and she scream, her body bucking and twisting like it was being electrocuted, before she finally fell limp.

"Wow," said Harry. "I think our slut likes her pussy eaten. Let's fuck her now?"

"Wha'?" managed Hermione, head lifted to look at the two of them.

"Yes." Ginny answered. She reached around Harry and collected her wand. With a silent incantation, where her clit used to be, an eight-inch monster of a cock expanded outward. It soon had an impressive girth to rival Harry's penis.

"You love making yours bigger than mine, don't you?" Harry stated, rolling his eyes.

Ginny replied to him with a wink before she leaned over and kissed Hermione. "Are you ready, baby?"

"Ready?" Hermione asked as she basked in her post orgasm bliss.

Ginny's face looked entirely too innocent with her response. "Why, for me to fuck you, of course. You didn't think that was it, did you?"

Hermione's eyes widened when she saw the cock between Ginny's legs. "You're — I can't take all of that."

"I'll be gentle." She laid on top of Hermione and kissed her slowly, the rather large penis sandwiched between their bellies. Kisses on Hermione's jaw soon worked their way past her neck until she gasped when a mouth latched onto a nipple. Despite her initial protests, Hermione's body responded to the attention as her hips thrust upward against the cock between them.

Ginny's smaller breasts rested on Hermione's as they kissed again. Ginny used one hand to support herself while the other reached down and positioned her cock. Her eyes widened as Ginny pushed in. Her legs spread almost on their own accord, allowing further access to her wet cunt.

"Yessss…" came out in a whisper. Ginny bottomed out halfway. She withdrew slightly, then pressed in again, further this time.

Ginny looked over at Harry. "Enjoying the view?" she teased. With each thrust, she worked the cock deeper into a disheveled Hermione below her.

"Fuck yes," answered Harry, stroking his own cock slowly. Eyes wandered across the pile of erotic flesh in front of him.

"Good, because I'm not stopping until I dump a load of creamy cum in this tight little pussy."

"Are … are you all the way in yet?" Hermione moaned. She'd finally recovered from being split in half. Both arms reached up and wrap around Ginny, pulling her in for another kiss.

"Almost," Ginny answered, lips sucking on Hermione's tongue as she worked her cock in and out at the same tempo.

"Aaaaa…Ginny!" Escaped her lips on an extra deep thrust.

"That's right baby. Take my big hard girl cock." She moved faster with each thrust. Hermione raised her hips to meet Ginny half way.

Ginny soon stiffened, her cock spilling load after load of cum into her. "Noooo…please don't stop!" Hermione looked almost pleadingly.

"Don't worry," Harry said with a grin. "It's my turn to fuck you. Get up Ginny."

Ginny rolled off and Harry took in her deflowered pussy. He quickly reach down, gripping Hermione's hips and flipped her onto all fours.

Harry caressed the pale round globes of flesh before his hand came down in a smack.

Hermione blushed face down in the bedsheets as Harry's blunt, thick cock probed into her folds.

"Do you want this, Hermione?"

"Yes." came a muffled reply.

Smack!

"Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock."

Smack!

"What was that? Louder slut."

"Please! Harry! Aaaa, fuck me. Make me cum!"

"That's more like it." Harry pushed forward, sheathing himself fully inside the lust filled girl.

Harry reached down and grabbed a fist full of thick dark curls, pulled her head back, and hammered away.

"Oh, fuck yes! Oh Merlin. Give me that cock you stud. Please Harry, fuck this little slut!"

Harry's dick twitched as her pussy clamp down hard. Hermione arched her back and screamed. "FUCK! HARRY!"

He held himself still deep inside her, clearly enjoying the feeling of her pussy trying to milk his cock. As Hermione relaxed, Harry worked his dick in and out again.

"Get up here, Gin."

Ginny grinned and moved to kneel on the bed, cock hanging half mast in front of her face. Hermione's eyes bulged at the up front view. Ginny waved her wand and Hermione's face and neck glow blue for a second, then Ginny dropped her wand and began gathering Hermione's hair in her hands.

"That's was one of my favorite spells. It loosens your throat muscles and removes your gag reflex."

Ginny laughed as she took a wide eyed Hermione by her head. "If you're a good girl and suck my cock, I'll teach you my spells after."

Somewhat reluctantly, Hermione looked up at Ginny and opened her mouth.

"There's a good little slut," Ginny said as she fed her cock inch by inch until her bare pussy met Hermione's chin. Once all eight inches were firmly down Hermione's bulging throat, Harry resumed his hard thrusting.

"How's her mouth?" Harry asked.

"Mmmm, tight," answered Ginny. "I think she needs more practice taking cock down her throat, though. Maybe she can give you a blowjob while I fuck her up the butt later."

"Mmph!" protested Hermione.

The two lovers began pulling Hermione back and forth, working in concert to impale her forcefully from one cock to the other. Hermione lost focus, giving in to the overwhelming pleasure. Ginny stuffing her mouth base to tip while Harry rubbed her clit. Then Harry would pull back on her hips, sheathing his cock to the hilt in Hermione's swollen pussy, while spanked her defenseless ass cheeks.

They soon increased their tempo. Hermione's pleasure forgotten as they both chased their own orgasm.

"Yes!" shouted Harry, ramming his cock home and spurting a torrent of cum deep into her pussy. A grunt was all the warning given before Ginny was shooting an equally large amount of cum down her throat. Her position left no choice but to swallow every drop.

Harry and Ginny finally drew away, allowing her to collapse face down on the bed. They fell on each side of her. Everyone breathing hard, out of breath.

Rolling onto her side, Ginny snuggled up behind a limp Hermione. "How are you so far?"

"You two are insane. You shag like this all the time? How?"

"Aww, poor baby. Are we being too rough on you?" Ginny smirked as she lightly played with Hermione's messy curls. "What do you think Harry? Should we pull back a little?"

"Naa, we haven't even touched her ass yet." Harry reached down and lightly fingered her third and final hole of the night. "Maybe she'll have cause for concern if we try for double anal."

"What!" squeaked Hermione.

"Don't worry," Ginny reassured her. "If anyone is getting double anal, it will be Harry." She reached over and helped pull Hermione on top so she was straddling her already hardening girl cock. "Lift up a little," she guided Hermione's red bum, positioning herself at the entrance to her gapping pussy. "Now slide yourself — Mmm…yes…like that."

Ginny's fat cock quickly disappeared into Hermione.

"So full."

Hermione slowly rode on Ginny's cock, hands reaching out and resting on Ginny's breasts for support. In less than a minute, a hand on her back push her onto Ginny, who wrapped her legs and arms around her, trapping her in place.

"Are you ready for the main event?" Ginny whispered in her ear.

A cooling sensation on her asshole told her Harry had cast something before he shifted behind her.

"Harry—" Her question was cut short as he slowly fed his cock into her butt.

"O, Fuck! That's big."

Her eyes rolled back and head sank limply into Ginny's as the two fucked her hard and fast. Their cocks working in and out at a rapid pace.

"O my. Fuck I'm coming." Hermione came but the two lovers didn't stop. They continued to thrust into her. Harry palmed her ass while Ginny held her down, hands on her head, kissing her non stop, literally taking her breath away. She found herself coming again, and again, completely overwhelmed.

Harry was the first to succumb to their relentless pace. He collapsed on top, pinning both her and Ginny to the bed. In her near unconscious state, she still felt his cock unloading a second steam of hot thick cum, this time deep into her butt.

"Harry, help me up." Ginny said from below her.

Harry backed up and pulled Hermione off Ginny's cock and onto her knees. Ginny leaped to her feet, standing in front of Hermione and rapidly jerking her cock.

In a daze she opened her eyes, mind trying to keep up as Ginny found her third and final peak of the night. She realized too late what Ginny intended as spurt after spurt of cum erupted from the girl's cock, coating her face and hair. Whatever she had done to grow the cock also provided ample cum. After over ten seconds of a steady stream, Hermione's face was a wreck. Cum covering her from ear to ear, and dripped down her body, hair soaked. She barely registered Ginny wiping a deflating cock on her open mouth before darkness overtook her and she passed out, face down on the bed.

"That was fun."

"Wow, Gin. I know she was asking for it, but do you think we overdid it?"

"Na. I bet she'll be begging for a repeat performance by this time next weekend."

"What makes you so sure?"

Ginny's grin made Harry squirm. "Why…because lover, I'll be teaching Hermione my cock spell as a reward." Ginny moved over to kiss Harry, her hands reaching around to grip him firmly from behind. "And I recall promising someone double anal."

Harry's butt clenched tight in reaction. "Now hold on Ginny, let's talk about this…"

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Author's Note: And there you have it. That completes the initial story I had in mind. I suppose I could write a part four through six covering the outcome and subsequent crash and burn of Ginny trying to make a three-way relationship work.