The following inter-quidditch contest between Slytherin and the Gryffindor is just a few days away. Pansy, Draco's current lover after Daphne ended their relationship, has been named the team's captain by the mindless snakes since Draco resigned from his fundamental duties.

Pansy doesn't really understand the game, but she is aware of strategies and shortcuts to help her win, and it is crucial for her to succeed in order to avoid looking foolish. She then made the decision to chase a member of the opposing side in a double play, which can only be executed by the team's custodian, who can allow her to win if he simply allows the goals to go past him.

Only Ron Weasley has the ability to alter the course of the game, and Gryffindor doesn't even have a capable replacement on their roster. She initially intended to curse or poison the redhead, but after learning about the sex adventures of the monster that hung between his legs from some of the other girls, she changed her mind and decided to go after him instead because it would be advantageous for both of them.

She discovered Ron by the quidditch stands alone during the practise, at that moment. "Speaking of the game, I truly hope you'll let us win, Weasley. I'll make out with you right away," she offered.

He pondered her remarks for a time and then answered, "I'm flattered. But you can't make me stab my best friend in the back with a kiss." Ron said this because he was aware that if Harry allowed Gryffindor to lose, he would lose his position as captain.

Pansy suggested "a handjob." She could reach out and massage the tall man's cock through his trousers because she was already standing close by. She was happy that her touch had the strength to cause him to immediately get hard.

He was astonished by her action and asked, "Whoa, what are you doing?"

She responded, giving him her best sultry eyes, "You know precisely what I want."

So, he said, "I guess the rumours about you are true."

"Yup". She affirmed that it was true—100% true—that she was the Slytherin slut. "Now, return to business Weasley. I'm willing to take things so far as to sucking on your, well, thing."

"So you can use blackmail to force me to sell out my house, but you find it embarrassed to utter the word cock?" He remarked, "You're an unusual witch. But I desire sex. I'm used to it because I've had several girls from different houses in my bed, so getting a blowjob feels like going backwards."

"No". She argued, hoping it would be enough to persuade him, "You can fuck me for a whole week after you do what I say and let me win the game, but not before that." She needed to get him to double play even though she wanted to feel his cock inside of her. Once the match is over, she can fuck him.

He said, "Fine," with his eyes narrowing.

Pansy grinned at him and took his hand. The Slytherin girl led him out from the tight hallway and towards the rear of the stands. They were in front of three tents as he was led to the quidditch dressing rooms. The men's and women's locker rooms were on the left, and the broom closet was directly in front.

"Whichever big guy," Pansy asked him.

"I guess the men's room", he replied.

Ron pulled open the tent flap along with a hello. After a few seconds, nobody responded, so Pansy took the initiative and entered the tent. She had expected the men's locker room to look just like this. Unclean, with some lockers left open, garments lying on the dusty ground, and even a condom that was only partially filled with sperm.

"Well, this is...nice," she said. "Shall we, then?"

Ron replied, taking down his button and zip.

"Not here in the open", she advised him. "More into the tent,".

He was dragged into the vacant room by Pansy after grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. She almost passed out from the nauseating smell coming from inside the room's walls.

Even though she was aware that it would provide them little privacy, she made sure that the wizard wouldn't be able to tell who was having sex in the room if someone were to breach her door locking charm.

Ron revealed his pants, allowing the sexy girl to see what she had to work with. At the mere thought of the Slytherin bitch having his cock in her mouth, he was immediately rock hard. His magnificent ten-inch long, thick erection, which stood straight out from his body, was by far the longest she had ever been with and her own boyfriend, Draco being at the short end of it.

Ron took advantage of the new position and sat on one of the long benches in the centre of the room while Pansy turned them around so that her back was to the tent entrance. Pansy knelt down and plopped herself upon the grimy flooring, resting her knees, as the Gryffindor boy took a more casual attitude.

The lovely girl nestled between his strong thighs and extended her hand, starting to stroke his stiff dick. Pansy spread her lips and took his sack into her mouth, wanting to be sure to give him a terrific experience so he'd be more inspired to stab his fellow Gyffindors in their backs.

He moaned, "Damn that felt good," as the witch lathered each of his testicles. Before pulling his spherical nuts out, Pansy made sure to give each one a good deal of her attention.

The seductive witch stretched her tongue and licked the lower part of his manhood before twirling around the very tip as he angled his lengthy shaft in her direction. The tall boy showed Pansy that he was having a great time by tossing his head back.

Pansy decided that it was time to put an end to her brief tease, so she opened her mouth and snatched his head between her lips. The trashy girl was actually enjoying sucking cock, despite her attempts to make it appear otherwise. She enjoyed the control she had over a man when her mouth was on his penis because she could first make him squirm with a simple suck before taking him all the way down her throat to make him want to scream.

And Pansy had intended exactly that. The skilled witch began to take more of his cock into her mouth as her jaw muscles relaxed. It began by pushing the first few inches till she had warmed up between her lips. She took more of him in as she grew accustomed to his thickness, allowing half of his cock to glide along her tongue as her head bobbed up and down into his groin.

The only issue was that she would have to take five inches down her throat because his bulbous head was already brushing up against the back of her mouth. Although she had never accomplished something like this before, she was aware that her reputation as a quidditch captain was on the line.

"Holy Lord Parkinson," he exclaimed. "You genuinely believe you can put that all in your mouth?"

Pansy said confidently, "I don't think I can, I know I can. Also, feel free to torture my throat as much as you like once you're inside. All of this is for you".

Pansy sucked him back into her mouth and pressed his thick head against her gag reflex while steeling her nerves. The idea of throwing up was not a concern for her because she was skilled at repressing that urge at this point.

She relaxed and moved her face closer to the lad until her muscles gave way, allowing him to enter her narrowed airway. Up till her nose was buried in his copper pubic locks and all ten inches of his meat was inside her, inch after inch slipped between her lips and along her tongue.

He groaned, "So hot," as Pansy pulled his saliva-covered cock from her windpipe and gasped for air.

She told him, "Remember, Weasley, you can do anything you want."

He told her, "Well, I may as well fuck your pretty face since I cannot have sex with you."

Pansy flung open his mouth and shoved his smooth member into the back of her throat before returning his dick to her mouth. She was eager to demonstrate her growing proficiency with deep throat breathing whenever she could.

Although the majority of girls didn't enjoy being roughed up, Pansy did for some reason. Ron was forcing her down while placing both of his hands on the top of her head, which was precisely what she enjoyed. She pushed against him and allowed herself to breathe through her nose after holding him in her airway for a few seconds. She let him to force her back down and enter her throat once again once she had recovered from the oxygen shortage.

For the following few minutes, Pansy was more than capable of withstanding his deep oral probing. She wasn't only able to handle the physical assault; she was actually enjoying it. Her penchant for rough sex was just a natural one for her, and as the towering, redheaded Gryffindor fucked her face, she grew hornier by the second.

Ron commanded her to undo her trousers. "For the game, remember."

Pansy complied with the horny boy's request even though she had no idea what he planned to do with her trousers undone. The witch slipped her hands down and unfastened her jeans while still allowing him to ram his cock into her throat. Ron reached out and slid her jeans down so that her wonderfully rounded ass was now free, taking advantage of his strong arms to do so. The Slytherin witch was happy with her decision to wear a little green thong that served as floss between her gorgeous ass cheeks.

Pansy continued to get her face fucked by the boy's enormous penis while letting him have all control over her body. Still grasping and reaching for her ass, the hungry boy made sure to offer squeezes that were so intense that they left red markings all over her creamy white flesh.

The witch also enjoyed his mild tapping, and he must have enjoyed watching her cheeks bounce with each touch.

She was taken aback when the lad changed their alignment, but because she was a pro, she didn't remove him from her lips. The boy lifted her off her knees and back onto her feet by grabbing her by the hips and pulling her pelvis forward. He changed positions and stood up as well.

She was forced to stoop at a 90-degree angle at the waist in front of the standing kid, exposing her bare ass, but now the wizard only needed to thrust his hips to ram his cock into her mouth, freeing up his hands. However, they were only free for a short while before they ran down Pansy's back and sat back down on her chubby ass.

He brushed aside her little thong with his lengthy fingers and dipped a finger inside her sopping wet pussy.

As soon as Pansy was able to pry herself away from his gleaming cock, she exclaimed, "Oh, to hell with it. You want to fuck me, and I would really appreciate a good fucking, so let's fuck!" Ron was taken aback by her candour, especially given all the profanity.

She was rapidly whirled around so that her back end was now right in front of his engorged manhood after he hastily removed his finger from her wet hole. Pansy flattened her palms against the locker doors and extended her arms for support. She would press back onto Ron's cock in order to get him as deep as possible while still preventing herself from toppling over.

Ron swiftly moved so that the horny female wouldn't alter her mind. He clutched his shaft and gently lowered the head into her snatch, but as he tried to push inside of her, her walls grabbed hold of his dick. It didn't take him long to loosen it up to the point where he was massaging her wetness with his entire length, which set off a string of groans from the witch.

"Oh yes Weasley!" Pansy yelled, "Fuck me hard".

Ron didn't intend to stop and kept driving his meat as deep inside the girl as he could. Because of her somewhat chilly shapely behind and the skin-to-skin touch, he relished the sensation of his hips slamming against her ass.

He repeatedly pushed his shaft into her opening, advancing the moment of their orgasm for both of them. "Damn Parkinson, you're a whore," he said. "I am going to cum pretty soon."

She pleaded with him, "Please...I'm close as well, hold out just a little longer."

Pansy pushed against the metal locker with all the force in her arms, forcing his shaft deeper into her pussy than before. She was aware that Ron would likely become pregnant sooner, but she wanted to locate the trigger because she was so anxious to be free.

She continued to be on the verge of climax after a minute or so of this deeper penetration but couldn't quite make it. Then Ron appeared to realise it by doing something, which she assumed would definitely succeed. He poked his finger up her butt.

Ron pushed his thumb down her butt crack while using the hand which was already on the small of her back. When his huge digit made initial contact with her tight rosebud, he noticed that she shivered, but she quickly resumed pressing herself back against him without losing a beat.

He attempted to jam his thumb into the small hole, but it was resistant and wouldn't budge. He used additional force, but his resolve prevailed, and he saw as his finger sank inside her body.

Pansy groaned, "Mmm...that's better. You could've wet it, though." The anal stimulation, in her opinion, would be exactly what she required.

She noticed that the majority of the men were very much ass guys because she had slept with so many of them, so every time she would meet one of them, they would fuck her anally. It hurt at first, then she became numb to it, but eventually she grew fond of it. Now that she had something in her ass, she was at the point where she could genuinely experience an orgasm.

Ron mumbled, "Need to cum Parkinson."

She begged "Come with me". Ron pushed himself forward a few more times, using the last of his weary energy to probe the girl's butthole with his thumb.

After pushing himself as deep as his cock could physically go into her tiny hole, he heard her scream out in utter joy. She screamed long and loud, then became limp and fell to the ground, sitting on her hands and knees. Ron immediately turned the exhausted girl around.

He started yelling with cum just as he touched her face with the tip of his cock. When she opened her mouth wide enough, she began to suck the remainder of the warm liquid directly from his slit after the first streak splashed over one of her closed eyes, some of her nose, and her forehead. Pansy was ready to catch it and eventually swallow it down as Ron came harder and longer than ever before.

"That was incredible," he said to her.

"Indeed", she concurred. "So you're going to get me to win in the game, right?"

"Sure, yeah, love," he said with a grin.

She looked - with one eye open, the one that was not filled with cum - at him suspicious before for her surprise the tent flap opened and Harry Potter walked in, clapping his hands "What a man slut you are Ronald" he said and Ron laughed.

Pansy attempted to move before Harry directed his wand at her and threatened her not to move. She sat there without moving an inch scared for her life before he passed a bottle to Ron, who drank it before getting dressed.

Harry stood above her, looking at her cum covered face as if he was inspecting a famous painting "Well this is nice but you could have covered her in the corners too, maybe some in her hair too".

Ron rolled his eyes "Yeah, next time I'll remember to tell my dick that".

Harry pointed his wand at her face and murmured something that she felt a magic caress her face. She touched her face, scared of what he did before she realized the cum won't get wiped off "What... what did you do"

"Sticking charm. The cum won't wipe out off your face until our quidditch match ends" Harry said smugly "You can show everyone what you did to save yourself".

"No, take it off" Pansy whined.

"Get that ferret's help" Harry said before he and Ron walked out of the tent, the latter waving his hand and blowing her a kiss.