Girls' Night Out
Since her divorce, Hermione Granger no longer enjoyed Girls' Night Out. Once a month, Ginny Potter, Luna Lovegood, Hannah Longbottom, Angelina Weasley, Fleur Weasley and herself, would meet at a pub in Muggle London to have a few drinks and talk about anything and everything.
They would talk about their jobs, reminisce about their time at Hogwarts, and most importantly, gossip. As the night went on and the drinks accumulated, they would shamelessly flirt with the men in the pub and talk about the virtues and defects of their husbands or boyfriends.
All of them complained about one or another quality of the men in their lives, but they all concluded that they would never change them for any other man. It was at this point that Hermione would grow quiet and let the other women talk, hoping that they would not notice her silence.
The only one who always noticed was Ginny, who would give her compassionate, and apologetic looks while the others talked. She was the only one to whom Hermione had confided all the frustrations she had endured with her former husband. From Ron's disgusting table manners to his insane jealousy and insecurity.
While she was married, she had always dreaded returning home from these gatherings. Ron would be waiting to interrogate her about what men she had talked to, and no matter how many times she denied talking to any men, he would always be dubious. The worst part was that afterwards he would try to guilt-trip her into unsatisfying sex for having condescended to letting her go out by herself.
Tonight, the lively group of young and attractive women sat at a table surrounded by bottles and finger food. They talked and laughed loudly within the privacy afforded by a Muffliato charm. The other patrons could only hear an indistinct buzz coming from the table. One man, out of a group of four men that had been eyeing them with interest from the pub counter, approached them and asked if he and his friends could join them. By mere chance he stood next to Fleur when he spoke. Her Veela allure made him stutter and stare stupidly at the French beauty. All the girls laughed at him, and he became flustered.
"Sorry, but we're not interested," Angelina said with finality. "Thanks for the offer, but we were in the middle of an important discussion."
The man retreated in defeat to face his friends at the counter. They immediately made fun of him, and one of them imitated an airplane crashing and exploding with his hands.
It was close to midnight and the liquor had loosened the inhibitions and tongues of all the witches. Gradually the conversation had turned naughtier and smuttier.
"Why did you scare him away, Angelina?" Hannah asked drunk-faced. "Maybe Hermione fancied one of them."
"No, I didn't" Hermione interjected, suddenly alert. "I'm not ready for a relationship yet."
"Who said anything about a relationship?" Luna said with the brutal honesty that characterized her. "A good shag might bring you out of the doldrums you're in."
"Never mind that, Luna," Angelina interrupted. "Hannah was ready to tell us about Neville's best sexual attribute."
"Oh, that's easy," the blonde Hufflepuff said with a smug smile, swaying a little on her chair. "He has a nine-inch cock," she declared while adjusting a length with her two index fingers.
There were wide open eyes and slack jaws around the table.
"Merlin's walking stick!" Angelina exclaimed. "Can you take all of that in?"
"Yes, I can," Hannah said proudly. "In my pussy and in my arse."
"What about your mouth?" Angelina asked laughing.
"I'm working on it," Hannah chuckled.
"You should ask Fleur for deep throating tips," Ginny offered helpfully. Fleur looked at her sister-in-law quizzically. "Last New Year's Eve I overheard Bill tell my brothers you're a sword swallower. He was drunk," she added by way of an excuse.
"Oui, if anyone needs help swallowing her man's zizi. I'll be happy to teach you." Fleur paused and maliciously narrowed her eyes looking at the redhead. "Do you need help with Harry's sword, Ginny? Ever since the Triwizard Tournament I've wondered about his verge."
All the girls turned expectantly to look at Ginny. She looked around the table and noticed their eager faces. Many times, she had been asked about Harry's masculine endowments, but she had steadfastly refused to give an answer. Tonight, though, she drank more than usual and was feeling relaxed and talkative.
"Come on. Spill it," Hermione demanded, blushing deeply and swaying dangerously on her seat.
Angelina laughed. "You would love some of that cock, wouldn't you, Hermione?"
"Who wouldn't," Luna intervened in defence of her friend. "Harry is dreamy." Oddly enough, the more alcohol Luna drank, the more normal she sounded and acted.
Ginny closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "Harry's cock is perfect," she said longingly. "Hmm, Perrrrfect," she repeated slurring a little, as if she were savouring it.
"What do you mean by, perfect?" Hermione inquired with a hiccup.
"Big enough to be impressive. Big enough to fill me and stretch me. But not big enough to be scary," Ginny replied with a blissful smile. "His best sexual attribute is that he can fuck me for hours on end."
"Even after three years together?" Angelina asked a little jealous. Ginny often had that unmistakable freshly fucked and in-love glow on her face when they met.
"Yes."
Fleur was fanning herself with a menu card. "Lucky girl," she whispered.
"What's Bill's best attribute, Fleur?" Angelina asked, moving on.
"His tongue," she replied confidently. "He eats pussy like a champ, and he also eats my arse," she added with a rakish smile.
"Eww," Hannah interjected.
"Remember, this is a No Judgement zone," Angelina scolded Hannah. "Don't knock it until you try it. Your turn, Luna."
"Rolf has amazing hands," Luna said dreamily and very Luna like. "I feel like I'm melting when he touches me. He's so good at fingering me."
"What about George. What his best sexual attribute, Angelina?" Hermione asked.
"Not surprisingly, his sense of humour," she said with a fond smile. "He can be fucking me stupid, or I might be in the middle of an orgasm, but he's still cracking jokes."
Angelina turned to Hermione, but Ginny tried to change the conversation. Her relationship with Ron had ended badly after almost three years of endless bickering.
"Shouldn't we ask for the bill. All this talk is making me randy. I want to go home," Ginny said trying to get the waiter's attention.
"You want to go home and get some of Harry's perfect cock, don't you?" Hannah giggled drunkenly. "Me too. I can't wait for Neville to stuff my pussy tonight."
Angelina laughed at the blonde Hufflepuff. "It's always the quiet ones. I bet you're secretly a whore in bed, Hannah. The alcohol goes straight to you pussy."
Hannah took another shot of tequila and laughed. "I am a whore in bed," she said emphatically, "and Neville loves it."
"We really should get going," Ginny chimed in again.
"Wait," Angelina intervened swaying a little on her chair. She held her liquor better than most, but the drinks were starting to have an effect. "We haven't heard from Hermione. She might want to reminisce about Ron's best attribute."
Hermione felt like all eyes were on her. She grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured a large shot into her glass. She drank it all in one pull and slammed the glass on the table. Ginny tried to intervene, but she stopped her with a hand gesture.
"Ron's best sexual attribute?" she said with an ironic laugh and a bitter tone in her voice. "His cock was okay, I guess, but he could only fuck me for two minutes, so that's not it; he eats pussy like he eats food, disgustingly, so not that; his hands were only good to squeeze my tits, as if that was the only part of my body worth touching, so not that; and his idea of a joke was asking me if I came after two minutes of humping.
"Ron's best sexual attribute was that he fell asleep immediately after his orgasm. That allowed me to cry in peace."
There was stunned silence around the table. Angelina looked stricken and regretful. Her words had sobered up most of girls. Hermione seemed to realize what she had just said and started laughing. "I was just kidding. I got all of you, didn't I? You all fell for it," she said almost maniacally. "Ron was a machine in bed. He fucks like a god."
It would have been believable if it weren't for the tears streaming down her cheeks.
Ginny put down four fifty Pound notes on the table and got up. She dismissed the attempts by Angelina to give her some notes back and rushed to Hermione's side. She bent down to give her a long and tight embrace as the shoulders of her bushy haired friend shook. She looked around the table and made eye contact with all the other witches. Without saying a word, she knew no one would talk about this outside their circle.
"I'll take her home," she announced.
All her friends nodded silently, with compassion in their eyes. When they stepped outside the bar, Hermione stopped and looked at Ginny pleadingly. She was swaying on her feet while the redhead held her up.
"Please don't take me to my flat. I can't face being alone right now."
After considering her options, Ginny agreed. "I'll take us to my home."
Ginny was a little drunk, so she concentrated fully before side Apparating them to Grimmauld Place. She felt relieved when they dropped in front of the entrance and verified neither of them was splinched. They walked in and headed to the kitchen where Ginny deposited Hermione on a chair at the kitchen table. The bushy haired witch was crying again.
"I'm so embarrassed," she said in tears. "I don't know what got into me. I was so mean spirited."
"We all had too much to drink," Ginny said reassuringly. "Don't worry. No one will say anything."
"You must hate me," Hermione wailed. "Ron is your brother and I trashed him in front of our friends."
"I could never hate you," Ginny said bending down to kiss her cheek. "Ron is my brother and I love him, but I know he's far from perfect. I'll make us some sobering-up potion. You'll feel better in a moment."
Ginny mixed the ingredients and left the cauldron on the fire. "It will be ready in fifteen minutes," she announced.
She sat down next to Hermione and pushed the chair closer so she could put her arm around her shaking shoulders. "Let it all out."
Hermione turned to face her and embraced Ginny to cry against her shoulder. The redhead caressed her bushy hair soothingly.
"You're such a good friend," Hermione said. "I don't know what I would have done without you and Harry to help me through the breakup."
"You can count on us for anything. If you ever feel alone, you can come here anytime. This house is far too big for Harry and me. I really don't know why you rented a flat when he asked you to move in with us."
"I didn't want to intrude..."
"You could never intrude," Ginny interrupted, pulling back to look into her eyes. "Both Harry and I love you," she said as she dried the tear tracks on her cheeks with her right thumb.
Hermione embraced Ginny hard. "I love both of you too," she whispered to her ear and kissed the redhead's face.
Ginny was surprised by the length of the lingering kiss, and noticed how close Hermione's soft lips were to her mouth. Suddenly, Hermione's lips moved the remaining inch to her mouth and slowly smacked her lips. The brunette pulled back and looked guiltily into her brown eyes.
Ginny was momentarily stunned and confused, but she didn't want to make Hermione feel even worse than she already did. "It's okay," Ginny said, caressing Hermione's cheek with her hand. On impulse, she also kissed her friend on the lips.
Suddenly, and with surprising eagerness, their lips came together several more times, until the tips of their tongues met between their parted lips. Their hearts were racing as their tongues slowly danced close to the surface, tasting the alcohol in their mouths.
Hermione put her hand on the back of Ginny's head to deepen the kiss, but at that instant the loud ring of the kitchen timer made them jump apart.
"The potion is ready," Ginny said getting up quickly. Her face was beet red, just like Hermione's, who was avoiding looking at her.
Ginny filled two glasses with potion and put one in front of Hermione, who still was avoiding her eyes. She sat down and both witches drank in silence. The potion acted fast, and in two minutes Ginny felt the alcohol fumes in her brain clear up. She laughed nervously. "I guess we were drunker that we thought."
"Yes," Hermione agreed smiling embarrassedly. "What a crazy night. Isn't it?
"Yes. Really crazy."
After a long uncomfortable silence, Hermione spoke. "Harry isn't home yet?" she asked.
"No. The boys usually stay out until later during their Boys' Night. You're sleeping over, right?"
"I don't think so. I'm fine now. I should be leaving," Hermione said trying to get up.
Ginny pulled her down by the arm. "Don't be silly," she insisted. "Kreacher!"
The house elf appeared almost immediately. He was cleanly dressed in a shirt engraved with the coat of arms of the House of Potter. "Good evening, Miss Granger," he said politely. "How can I be of service, Mistress?"
"Get the guest room ready for Hermione. She's staying with us tonight."
"It's always an honour to serve the champion of Elf rights," Kreacher said with a deep bow to the brunette witch before Apparating away.
Hermione chuckled. "Remember this place when we were here before your Fourth Year, my Fifth? It hardly seems like the same house."
After Voldemort's death, Harry had ordered Kreacher to clean and remodel Grimmauld Place regardless of how many Galleons it may cost. An army of Hogwarts elves had volunteer to help, and in two weeks the walls had been painted, the tapestries cleaned and restored, and the furniture newly upholstered or replaced. The best part was that Kreacher had removed the portrait of Walburga Black and banished it forever.
"How could I forget," Ginny recalled. "That year I was finally able to speak to Harry like a normal person. Thanks to you," she added with a fond smile directed at her friend. "Without you, our present happiness would never have been possible."
"You give me too much credit," Hermione protested. "You and Harry were destined for each other."
"Love is never a sure thing."
Ginny remembered how everyone had believed that Hermione and Ron were a sure thing, but she didn't want to pour salt on her wound, so she moved on. "Remember that night?" she asked suddenly.
"What night?"
"The night I had a nightmare about Tom, and you let me sleep with you?"
"Of course, I do," the brunette whispered.
"You embraced me and kissed me, and I returned your kiss," Ginny recalled with a smile. "You already had big tits back then..." Hermione's laugh at her comment made her pause. "... and I could feel your nipples getting hard."
"You did?" Hermione exclaimed with surprise.
"Of course, I did. You have big nipples," she chuckled. "Our legs entwined and... that night I had a wet dream that didn't involve Harry."
Hermione wondered where this conversation was going. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I want you to know that me being a little drunk isn't the only reason I kissed you tonight."
Hermione closed the distance between them and a moment later they were snogging passionately, moaning into each other's mouth. They came apart breathing raggedly.
"Ever since that night I've been wanting to do that," Hermione confessed.
"Me too," Ginny replied quickly.
Both women felt a little confused and embarrassed about their actions and feelings. Hermione's analytical mind was racing. Was she a lesbian? Was that the reason why her relationship with Ron had failed? She quickly concluded she wasn't a lesbian. She missed having a cock in her pussy. For the last month she had been dreaming of Harry making love to her.
"You were such a tease back then," Hermione said breaking the silence.
"What you mean?" Ginny asked puzzled.
"Whenever you returned from taking a shower you would drop your towel and pranced around naked, showing off your body and taking forever to get dressed."
Ginny laughed heartily. "I don't prance, and I didn't do it intentionally. Ask Harry. He calls me a tease for the same reason." There was a long silence. "All of this is so confusing," she said meditatively.
"Of course it is," Hermione asserted. "You love Harry, but you want to shag me," she summarized with a lovely giggle.
Ginny laughed melodiously. "Did you know that you were Harry's first love?"
Hermione looked at her flabbergasted.
"One night, after we made love," Ginny continued, "I asked him who had been his first love, and he confessed it was you. I knew all along it was you and not Cho." She paused and laughed silently at the expression of disbelief on her face. "Back then you were clearly infatuated with Ron, so he gave up on you. He never dared to do anything that could break the friendship between the three of you."
Hermione's mind was working feverishly, reassessing her choices and imagining how her life could have been.
"I have loved Harry since I was thirteen," she blurted out. "It was so bloody confusing to be stuck between two boys that I loved, but I chose the wrong one," Hermione said regretfully. Her eyes went wide realizing how easily her words could be misinterpreted. "I'm sorry, Ginny. You know I would never do anything to drive you and Harry apart. Do you?" she asked pleadingly.
"Of course I know." Ginny said reassuringly. "What I was trying to say, is that when I said we both love you, I meant it."
"I meant it too..."
The two women were snogging with desperate need again. Ginny reached with one hand to caress Hermione's large breasts. She wanted to get her face lost between those two magnificent tits, to nibble on her big nipples, to taste her pussy. She moaned and whimpered when Hermione's hand closed around her own breasts. By now her knickers were moist, and she felt her pussy tingle with anticipation. When Hermione reached down and put her hand on the inside of her thigh, she pulled back abruptly.
"If we sleep together, would I be cheating on Harry?" Ginny asked with despair on her face. "I could never do that to him, Hermione. I can't do this. I love him too much."
Hermione's face went pale. "I would never forgive myself if I did anything that could drive the two of you apart," she said dejectedly. Both women stepped back, a turmoil of feelings raging in their minds. "I should leave."
Someone cleared their throat at the entrance to the kitchen.
"The only solution I can think of, is for the three of us to sleep together. That way no one is cheating," the loud, masculine voice of Harry declared.
The heads of the two witches whipped around to the kitchen door. Harry was standing on the threshold with an intrigued expression on his face and judging by the strain in the crotch area of his pants, he was very aroused.
Ginny's looked into his green eyes with anguish. The same green eyes that had bewitched her since she was a ten-year-old girl. She feared finding disgust and rejection in those eyes, but instead she saw in them the same things that she was feeling. Surprise, confusion and arousal. Relieved, she rushed towards him, and he enveloped her in a warm embrace. She looked up to him and he bent down to kiss her lips. It was an epic kiss. One that made her toes curl and her body tingle. She pressed herself needfully against his erection, feeling more confused than ever. This night was going to drive her nutters. She peeked at Hermione, who was looking forlorn all by herself. The expression of shame and fear in the face of her friend almost broke her heart.
"Harry..." Ginny said stepping back and looking again at Hermione.
Harry knew what to do. He walked briskly towards the bushy haired witch who was almost trembling with uncertainty, and he embraced her tightly against his chest. Slowly her arms wrapped around his back, and she return the embrace. She pressed her head against his chest and heard that his heart was racing almost as fast as hers. He looked back questioningly at Ginny, trusting that she would understand the inquiry in his eyes. She nodded her consent enthusiastically and laughed happily.
What a sweet kiss it was. One that was ten years in the making. The sweetness soon turned to passion and the passion turned to heat. Harry was plundering her mouth, and Hermione's tongue offered only token resistance to his intrusion. Her nipples had turned to stones against his chest and her knickers had been ruined. An almost obscene low moan came from deep inside her chest as he shamelessly rubbed his erection against her abdomen.
Ginny joined their embrace, still laughing happily, when their lips finally came apart. Even before the brunette could fully catch her breath, the redhead was snogging her fiercely. Harry moved around to Hermione's back and pressed his hard manly parts against her bum. They made a Potter sandwich of her, surrounding her with love, passion and desire.
Ginny pulled back and extended one hand to each of them.
"Let's go," she said beaming.
They almost ran up the stairs, laughing like naughty children. When they reached the master bedroom they stood in silence, exchanging glances and trying to figure out how this was going to work. Ginny took charge and started to undress. Harry and Hermione followed suit and soon all three were naked. The two Potters had their eyes glued on Hermione. She, on the other hand, had so much to look at.
She hadn't seen Ginny naked in a long time, but she was now even more beautiful than she remembered. Her slim, athletic body was luscious. Her curves were soft, her bum was firm and exquisitely shaped, and her stunning breasts seemed larger than they actually were in her narrow frame. The areolas were pale and almost invisible, but her nipples were of a deep pink colour that contrasted starkly with her creamy white skin. Her pussy had a tuft of fiery red hair on the mound, but her cunnie was clean shaven. It was glistening with wetness and her pink slit were lovely to behold.
Hermione had seen Harry shirtless on a few occasions after he had grown into his body, following the sudden growth spurt on the Summer before their Sixth Year. His slim, wiry body seemed even more muscular and defined than she remembered. His skin had a healthy glow and he seemed almost hairless except for the black patch of short curly hair above his cock. She unabashedly stared at his rampant manhood and smiled biting her lower lip. She raised her eyes until they meet his lovely green orbs. He was smirking confidently at her, and she found his confidence bloody sexy.
"You were right, Ginny," she said looking down at his crotch again. "His cock is perfect. I'm impressed, but I'm not scared. I want it."
"Told you," Ginny said proudly and giggled.
Hermione noticed that Harry was hungrily looking at her naked body from head to foot. He stopped to stare at her pussy, and she grew self-conscious. She covered herself with one hand of top of the other.
"I've kept it trim since my breakup," she said apologetically, "but I haven't shaved in months. I wasn't planning on this happening tonight, or any other night for that matter."
Harry looked into her eyes as if she were crazy. "Don't apologize. Your pussy has a proper woman's bush and I love it."
Hermione beamed and took her hands away. She stood tall and let him admire her luxurious black bush.
"Besides," Harry said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Your pussy has an advantage that Ginny's doesn't."
Both girls shared a quick, intrigued look.
"What's that?" Hermione asked apprehensively.
"I can eat it and floss my teeth at the same time."
"Harry!" the brunette screamed scandalized, but soon she was shaking with laughter, like her redhead friend. "I wish I could tell that joke to my parents," she added shaking even more.
Meanwhile, Harry couldn't take his eyes off her magnificent breasts jiggling with every laugh. They were at least a cup larger than Ginny's and had lovely bronze areolas crowned, at least for the moment, by erect half-inch nipples. His cock twitched just thinking about sucking on those nipples.
Her body had a feminine softness that Ginny's hard body didn't. The curves of Hermione's body were pronounced and made her waist seem tiny. Her bum was large, but well-proportioned and shaped. It looked soft and Harry couldn't wait to be pounding her pussy from behind and making that bum jiggle like her breasts.
He closed the distance between him and the two witches and started kissing their mouths and faces. Soon, hands and arms were moving in every direction, like an Indian deity, grabbing cock, tits, bum cheeks, and pussy.
"How are we going to do this?" Hermione asked.
She was flushed, breathing heavily and desperate for relief. She needed a finger, a mouth, or a cock on her pussy quickly. She was so wet she could feel the first drops slowly rolling down her inner thighs, but she didn't want to be a demanding guest in their bed.
"I interrupted the two of you," Harry offered generously. "I would love to see the two of you make love."
"As the lady of the house, I believe I'm the hostess here," Ginny said with a smile. "I will be in charge of the entertainment," she said assertively, "Harry, I want you to fuck Hermione until you make her come and scream your name. The two of you making love is long overdue."
Without saying another word, Ginny walked towards the large bed and sat against the headboard. As Hermione and Harry watched, she spread her legs and her glistening pussy lips slowly came apart revealing her pink opening. A silvery drop of ambrosial wetness slid down her taint. With two fingers, she started to do slow circles on her clit and let out a low moan.
"Merlin, have mercy," Hermione whispered before turning to look at Harry. "Do you mind if I eat while you fuck me?"
"Not at all."
Hermione turned and Harry's eyes became glued to her magnificent bum. It was swaying from side to side with a charming little jiggle on each step. When she climbed on the bed, he followed. Ginny's chest heaved when the brunette lowered the front part of her body between her legs and raised her bum for Harry to take.
"Fuck her brains out," his wife ordered before her eyes closed. She let out a long moan as Hermione started licking her pussy.
Harry positioned himself on his knees behind Hermione and admired her bum again. He kneaded her soft bum cheeks before spreading them apart. Nestled between her black curls her slit opened like a flower to reveal her pink pussy lips. Harry stroked his cock a couple of times to lubricate the head with pre-cum and placed it against her slit. Slowly, but in one movement he buried himself into her pussy until he hit bottom.
"AAAAHHH...MMMHHH. That feels so bloody good," Hermione moaned before biting her lower lip. She looked up at Ginny, who was smiling warmly at her. "You lucky witch."
Hermione's pussy had never felt so full or stretched. It was heaven. Harry grabbed a bum cheek with each of his strong hands and squeezed. He began to gently slide in and out of her pussy, slowly building speed. The brunette got back to her meal and Ginny moaned.
After several minutes, Hermione was moaning each time the length of Harry's cock hit bottom. Those moans caused small vibrations against Ginny's pussy and clit that drove the redhead frantic. She grabbed handfuls of bushy brown hair and pushed Hermione's' face against her pussy. She screamed her first orgasm as Hermione licked up her cum.
Harry felt full of confidence and in control. He had kept a constant pace and Hermione's response had been building steadily. It was time to see her bum jiggle. He let his hands go from her bum cheeks and moved them to her waist to hold on better. He increased the force of his trusts until he was properly fucking her, ramming his cock into her with abandon. Harry was mesmerized by the sight of her bum shaking with each collision of his hips. Hermione started whimpering with every stroke and she no longer was in a condition to do anything other than to take his cock. Ginny pulled back to see the faces she was making, squeezing her own tits.
Hermione went into the final frenzy of her bliss and her cries of pleasure increased. That was Harry's cue to start pounding her pussy. After a minute of relentless fucking, she came with violent spasms that made her entire body shake, but Harry didn't relent. He fucked her mercilessly through the length of her orgasm. She sank on the bed, but he lowered himself and without missing a beat continued pounding her pussy.
"HARRY, HARRY. I'M COMING AGAIN!" she screamed less than two minutes later.
Ginny smiled proudly at him. Her man had delivered.
Hermione grabbed handfuls of bedsheets and reached for a pillow to bite as her body shook again. Harry slowed down and withdrew his penis. When the last throes of her orgasm were over, he tuned her around like a rag doll and was on top of her. He kissed her and Hermione parted her lips to give him access. He could smell the familiar scent of his wife on her face, and now he tasted her pussy in her mouth.
It was a hard kiss, a kiss to assert his dominance, and Hermione surrendered her mouth to him. He kissed her neck, making sure to leave a mark for her to remember him in the morning, and continued a trail of kisses until he reached her breasts. His hands played with her tits and Ginny moved down to kiss Hermione's face and lips.
Hermione felt like a lump of clay for the Potters to handle and play with, and she didn't mind it at all. She was experiencing a bliss she didn't know was possible. When Harry's mouth closed around her nipple and sucked, she moaned into Ginny's mouth. He was sucking and biting her nipples firmly, even roughly, but without hurting her. His hand had moved down, and he was running it through her thick curls. Two fingers made it inside her sopping wet pussy, and he began to lay a trail of kisses down her chest and abdomen. At the same time Ginny was leaving her own mark on the other side of her neck, before making her way to her breasts.
Harry spread her legs and breathed in the robust but arousing musky scent of her pussy. He continued to play with her curls as he admired her cunt.
"You're so bloody sexy, Hermione," he declared.
"Yes, you are," Ginny confirmed. "I want to get lost in these tits," she said, kissing her two nipples before diving into her cleavage.
"Don't mind me, ladies," Harry called out between her spread legs. "It's time for me to floss."
Both girls laughed, but Hermione's laugh was cut short when he licked her slit with the wide part of his tongue.
"Fuuuck," she said. "The two of you are going to kill me." Her eyes rolled back, and her eyelids closed.
Ginny resurfaced from between her tits and began to knead them. "We're just getting started." Her mouth alternated between her nipples.
Harry was doing slow circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she felt another orgasm beginning to build within. A minute later he began to quickly flick her nub with the tip of his tongue, moving it in a circle. Hermione was growing louder and louder. He gently sucked on her clit, and she became frantic. Ginny was biting and pulling her nipples just the right amount to complement his ministrations. He sucked harder and an electric jolt shook her body. She grabbed his hair and her legs closed around his face as they trembled uncontrollably. She screamed and the contractions of her pussy walls were squeezing out a flow of cum that Harry was lapping up.
After what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm ended, and she sank into the bed. Harry emerged from between her legs stroking his penis and almost at once he was hard and ready. Hermione was barely able to catch her breath when he grabbed her legs and put her ankles on his shoulders. Ginny sat against the headboard to watch the spectacle. She began fingering herself.
He impaled her roughly with his big cock, but she was sopping wet, and his member slid easily until their black curls mixed. She moaned and enjoyed the feeling of having his hard, thick rod stretching her. She opened her eyes and saw that Harry had a feral look on his face. He wanted his own release and she wanted to give it to him.
"Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me hard!"
Harry fucked every rational thought out of her mind. All she could think was that she wanted more, more, more. She wanted the bliss never to end, never to stop. He fucked her through another orgasm and kept going. Her entire body was covered with a sheen of sweat from the heat radiating from her pussy, her tits were bouncing wildly with each hard, deep thrust from his hips. His green eyes were glued to those bouncing tits. He was smiling, the bastard, as he wrecked her pussy.
Just behind her, she heard the squelching and moist sounds that Ginny's cunt was making as she furiously fingered herself. The redhead screamed and she joined her screaming when they both went over the edge again. Harry grunted and Hermione felt his cock throb deep inside her.
"I'm going to come," he proclaimed. "Where do you want it?"
"In her mouth!" Ginny ordered.
Harry fell back on the bed, exhausted. Ginny touched her shoulder and Hermione knew what to do. She dove between Harry's spread legs and wrapped her right hand around the base of his cock while her mouth enveloped the crimson head. Ginny's moved right next to her, eagerly watching as she sucked her husband off.
Hermione was out of control. She was sucking and swallowing his cock like a ravenous she-wolf. His meaty cock was stretching her mouth's lips the same way it had stretched her pussy lips. In her enthusiasm, the brunette gagged a few times.
"Look at her, Harry," Ginny said, staring in disbelief at her friend. "You turned Hermione Granger into a cock whore."
He let out a long groan and he pumped Hermione's mouth full of cum.
As soon as she let go of his penis, Ginny's mouth was on top of hers, wanting her share of his tangy man-milk. The two women kissed sweetly and slowly, sharing his load willingly. Harry watched entranced as their chins and throats became coated with his cum. He moved to seat against the headboard to watch the two beautiful women make love.
Their bodies where so different, but somehow, they complemented each other. The two young witches rolled around the bed caressing, fondling, touching and exploring their bodies. Their kisses were passionate, their nibbles gentle, their bites tender. Oh, how alluring it was to see the two women he loved, loving each other. Their movements were slow and sensual, moving their mouths just an inch at a time, without rushing, until the last quintessence of pleasure had been extracted. Oh, and the sounds they made, the whimpers, the mewling, the moaning, the whines. Harry had never seen or heard anything so sexy.
Ginny straddled Hermione and lowered herself to bury her face in her deep curls, spreading her legs on top the brunette's face who pulled her bum down until her tongue made contact with her pussy. Their tongues moved slowly and methodically, with short strokes. Their mouths closed around their clits, but they sucked gently, drawing out the pleasure. It was a slow burn, but the heat kept rising with every minute.
Harry noticed that Ginny's toned back was beginning to undulate restlessly, and that her creamy white skin was turning pink. He started to stroke his cock, wanting to be ready for her. He knew his wife. When the heat of sex got to her, and her uterine fire was lit, only a hard cock buried in her pussy could give her satisfaction.
Hermione had and explosive orgasm and Ginny followed her shortly thereafter. When the last throes of ecstasy had died down, she turned to look at him. His wife gave him a glorious smile. He was on his back and his cock was pointing straight up to the ceiling. He was ready for her.
So far Harry had done the fucking, but now he was the one getting fucked. Ginny had mounted him roughly and was coming down hard on his cock. Hermione watched fascinated how Ginny's fit and toned body rode him expertly. She would seamlessly switch between a grinding motion and back to ramming herself on top of his cock.
Harry was completely passive, letting the redhead have her way with him. Ginny lowered her upper body to kiss him, and Harry finally moved his hands to embrace her. He raised his hips a little to keep his cock securely inside her. She was now driving her hips back and grinding her pussy at the same time.
From her position Hermione had a full view of Harry's cock drilling into Ginny's pussy. The disappearing and reappearing act of his member was fascinating to watch. For a small and slim girl, her redhead friend could take a big cock like a champion. Hermione noticed Harry's balls and she moved closer to take them in her hand and gently knead them. There was an appreciative moan from him. His ball sack was like velvet in her hands, so soft was his skin.
Ginny groaned and her legs trembled, but she only allowed herself a short pause. She raised her upper body and resumed her grinding movement. Harry reached with his hand and pulled on Hermione's arm.
"Sit on my face," he said raggedly. "I want to taste you again."
Hermione moved up the bed and straddled his head on her knees facing Ginny. She lowered herself carefully and he started licking her. Her eyes fell on the redhead. Her face and chest were flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and she was whimpering with every movement. She began to impale herself hard on his cock again. Minutes later her eyes rolled back, and her eyelids closed as she once again began to tremble with loud moans.
Hermione lost track of time, only aware of the wonderful sensations elicited by Harry's tongue against her pussy. She began grinding her cunnie against Harry's face, sliding the length of her slit on his nose and rubbing her nub against it. An orgasm caught her almost by surprise when he started sucking on her clit. She felt cum pouring out of her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, fuck Harry!"
She dismounted him and fell exhausted to the side. Harry's face was completely coated with her cum. He looked fatigued but managed a smile for her. Hermione felt an immense fondness for him at that moment and moved to kiss his lips, smugly ascertaining that her cum tasted bloody good.
Ginny was sweaty and breathing raggedly through her mouth. How long she had been riding his cock, or how many times she had already come, Hermione didn't know, but her hips kept rolling in a steady grinding motion. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be almost in a trance. She never imagined that such feats of sexual endurance were possible. Minutes went by.
"Harry," the redhead spoke suddenly. "Come for me. Come for me, please."
She was almost begging.
Harry raised his upper body and pushed her to the bed without withdrawing his penis. He put only her left ankle on his shoulder and then he fucked her.
How he didn't break her was a mystery to Hermione, but it was a spectacular pussy pounding.
"Like that. YES, YES, YES, YES... HARRY! HARRY! I'M COMING!"
Ginny screamed like she was being murdered, but her face was one of pure ecstasy. Her nails dug into his back and her ankles locked above his scrumptious bum. Harry grunted and Ginny smiled happily. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her.
"Yes. Come for me, baby," she said in a soothing faint voice.
They kissed fiercely in the throes of his orgasm, and he slowly pumped the last drops into her pussy before rolling to one side.
Hermione felt happy for both, and realized she also felt happy for herself, for having been part of this night. She approached them crawling on the bed.
The couple was breathing heavily side by side, holding hands. Ginny legs were still spread open, and Hermione noticed that her cunnie was red from the heat and the prolonged pounding it had taken, but so was Harry softening cock. Some of his milky white semen was dribbling out of her vagina and rolling down her taint. Hermione got up from the bed and went to grab three hand towels from the bathroom cupboard.
She cleaned Harry's face first, which was still coated with her cum and the sweat of his efforts. Then she cleaned Ginny's equally abundant cum from his groin and peeled back the foreskin of his soft penis to dry the head. Harry was looking at her silently and smiled gratefully. Hermione bent down and gave him a chaste smacking kiss on the lips.
"You're a fucking stud, Harry," Hermione said admiringly, before moving to take care of Ginny.
With a clean towel, she dried the sweat on her face and chest. Then she gently dried the cum on her inner thighs and sore cunnie. Ginny beamed thankfully at her.
"Go ahead. Squeeze it out," Hermione told her.
Ginny obediently contracted her vaginal muscles and an impressive amount of semen and cum poured out unto the waiting towel. After finishing, she chastely kissed her lips.
The brunette grabbed the third towel, but Harry took it from her hand.
"No. Let me."
After he cleaned her face and chest, Hermione spread her legs wide for him. He dried her pussy and inner thighs gently, but thoroughly, and kissed her.
"I love you, Hermione. I regret it took so long for me to say that to you like a man to a woman," he said earnestly. "I will never stop loving Ginny, but if you can share your love with us; we will share our love with you. Come live with us, please. Make our happiness complete."
Hermione jumped into his arms crying and laughing at the same time. In no time Ginny joined them, jumping excitedly between their arms.
That night Harry slept with a grin plastered on his face. With a beautiful witch around each of his arms.
O-o-O-o-O
Four weeks later, Ginny and Hermione arrived together at the pub for their monthly Girls' Night Out. The rest of the girls were already there. Angelina noticed them and waved to get their attention.
As the two witches approached, Angelina noticed that Ginny had that freshly shagged and in love glow, which wasn't too unusual, but she was surprised to notice that Hermione was glowing even more. After the usual round of greetings and kisses the two friends sat down.
"Hermione," Angelina said suspiciously. "You look incredibly happy tonight. You're positively glowing."
The bushy haired brunette beamed. "That's because I am happy."
"Oh, my god," Hannah said excitedly. "You found a man!"
All hell broke loose around the table.
"Spill!" Angelina demanded.
"Spill, Spill, Spill!" the other girls chanted in a chorus.
Hermione laughed brightly "I not only found a man. I also found someone else."
"You found TWO MEN?" Luna asked surprised.
"I would have never imagined it," Fleur interjected. "Mon Dieu. Two men. That was very French of you."
"Let her speak," Angelina demanded gesticulating with her arms.
"This is still a No Judgement zone. Correct?" Hermione asked.
"The No Judgement rule will be strictly enforced," Angelina reassured her.
Hermione and Ginny exchanged a look and laughed.
Then they snogged each other senseless.
O-o-O-o-O
