Too Much of a Good Thing

The next day Ginny went out to do some grocery shopping and also made a stop at a local bakery to buy treacle tart. It was Harry's favourite pudding, and he was due to return today.

"Kreacher," she called out after returning to Grimmauld Place.

The house elf materialized immediately and relieved her of the packages.

"Make all of Harry's favourites for tonight's dinner. I bought the treacle tart he likes from the bakery down the street."

"Yes, Mistress," the elderly elf said bowing. "What time should I have dinner ready?"

"I'm not sure what time he'll return but have dinner ready by half past seven. Keep it warm and fresh if he's delayed."

"The master arrived back from his trip two hours ago, Mistress," Kreacher informed her. "He went jogging and returned a few minutes ago."

Ginny's face up lit up with happiness. "Thank you, Kreacher!"

The redhead ran up the stairs and burst into the master bedroom. The door to the bathroom was open and she could hear the shower running. She quickly made her way to the bathroom door and stopped at the threshold.

"Harry!" she shrieked excitedly.

He was rinsing the soap off his body when he turned to look at her. He moved to the glass door, opened it, and took a couple of steps outside. Ginny squealed and ran headlong toward him with her arms spread wide. Harry's eyes bugged out with alarm when the petite redhead rocketed toward him. She jumped and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Her momentum drove him back into the running shower just as Ginny was planting a fiery kiss on his lips.

The initial tension of his muscles relaxed, and he felt himself melt into her embrace. Endorphins flooded his system, and a feeling of irrepressible happiness and elation filled his heart. He started spinning under the warm water as he ardently returned her kiss.

Ginny started laughing and she let her head fall back to let the warm water hit her face as he continued to spin them around.

"How are you, Fireball," Harry asked with a beaming smile. "Miss me?"

"Yes, I missed you terribly."

They kissed again, but this time the snog became more sensual. The smile turned into a more serious expression.

"Put me down, Love. I need to get off these wet clothes" Ginny said in a low amorous voice.

Harry obeyed silently, and Ginny never took her eyes away from his as she discarded her soaked clothes. When she was completely naked her eyes slowly moved down his wiry, muscular body and stopped at his crotch where his rampant manhood was keeping rhythm with his pulse. Her brown eyes moved back up his body until they locked with his emerald orbs. She could almost feel the warmth of his desire radiating from those eyes.

Her knees felt weak and maybe Harry noticed, because he took a step forward and his hands firmly grasped her bum cheeks. He pulled her flush against his body and Ginny moaned when she felt his hot and rigid cock against her abdomen. He lifted her by the bum effortlessly, as if she were but a feather, and kissed her fiercely as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips.

How much they had missed those kisses. Ten days seemed like a hundred when you could not taste those lips, when you could not touch that skin, when you could not see that face. Harry walked forward until her back was against the tempered glass and he took hold of his stiff cock to line it against the bud of her flower.

Ginny whimpered, and her breathing came in short bursts. She was bursting with desire and filled with joy at the prospect of welcoming back his stiff manhood into the warm sheath of her pussy. The need to be joined with him, to be one with him was overwhelming.

When she felt his meaty cock split her nether lips wide, her head snapped back, and a smile illuminated her face.

"Ohhhh… Haaaarry… Yes!"

He moaned as her tight, supple pussy wrapped itself snuggly around his cock. Harry began to slowly pump his hips back and forth until his rod was completely buried inside her. They stopped their movements briefly. He, to enjoy the tightness of her pussy. She, to enjoy the blissful sensation of being filled with his meat.

Their lips greedily came together again, and their movements resumed. Gradually the force and speed of Harry's thrusts increased. Ginny was mewling and whimpering each time his hips pressed against her bum while Harry moaned and groaned with each inward stroke. The water was splashing on the floor and the tempered glass was squeaking as the taut skin of Ginny's back rubbed against it. It was a cacophony of sound.

Harry stepped back to stand under the warm water of the shower and his hands dug deeper into her bum. He physically started raising the lithe redhead off his cock and letting gravity bring her down on top of it. He kissed and licked her neck making Ginny become even more frantic. She held on firmly with her arms around his neck for leverage and began to thrust down hard on his cock.

Harry tried to concentrate on the breathing exercises that Sirius had taught him when he was only fifteen years old. Even before he was aware of it, Sirius had noticed that Ginny was the right girl for him. He had given him the dreaded talk, but he was surprised by how informative and useful it had been. It was nothing like he had expected. Sirius gave him sound advice and much of his talk had been about how to give pleasure to a woman. The fact that Ginny was so orgasmic just made his job a lot easier. She kissed him and her head fell back as she gritted her teeth.

"Yes, yes, yes. It feels so bloody good," she whimpered as the force and speed of their lovemaking increased.

The redhead bit his shoulder hard as she shook in the midst of her first orgasm. Harry could feel her hot and dense cum washing down his hands. After the tremors stopped, Ginny embraced him Weasley style, like she was trying to suffocate him.

Harry was not done yet, though, and he knew the concupiscent redhead was ready for more. He walked out of the shower still carrying her. He slipped a little on the tiles but kept his balance until he placed her on the large granite counter with the double washbasin and large mirror. He put some thick folded towels on the surface of the counter.

"Show me that beautiful bum," he demanded.

Ginny turned around, kneeled on the towels, and adjusted the height of her bum until it was perfectly lined up with his hips. Her rosy cunt was perfectly framed by her snowy bum cheeks and the gap between her thighs.

The sight of that delicious, juicy pussy made Harry's cock twitch. In the mirror he saw the reflection of a blissful Ginny closing her eyes and biting her lower lip in anticipation.

He did not make her wait long. He impaled her with one stroke, but her overly wet pussy made the penetration smooth. Harry knew that doggy style was Ginny's favourite and most orgasmic position. With the proper force and speed his hanging bollocks would swing like a pendulum and tap her clit with every inward stroke. The disadvantage was that he could not freely watch her lovely face in that posture. Having the mirror in front of him changed that.

Oh, what faces she made!

As he relentlessly fucked her, Ginny's face went through a whole gamut of expressions: She would smile happily; bite down on one side of her lower lip; grit her teeth fiercely; wrinkle her nose and forehead as if she was hurting; open her mouth in bliss; roll her eyes to the back of her head; pant like she was tired, and more.

Harry kept his concentration and his breathing steady. As he made love to her, he admired Ginny's sexy, muscular back as it undulated, marvelling at the hollow where her spine ran down her body. On the mirror he could watch her flawless breasts jiggle with every stroke.

The best part was that Ginny could also look at him directly on the mirror and shout encouragement. "Harder." "Faster." "Deeper." "Right there." "Keep fucking it." "Don't stop." "Like that." "Yes!" "Oh, Gods!"

Ginny came again, even harder, and sank down in a contented haze. Harry helped her turn around until she was sitting on the edge of the counter. He grabbed the towels and let them drop in front of him. He kneeled between her legs, took one of her dainty feet with his hand and began to kiss it and to suck on her toes. She moaned and he could feel her moving restlessly.

Harry had discovered long ago that Ginny's entire body was erogenous, and her feet and toes were no exception. He worked his way up her legs with a trail of kisses to her inner thighs, another erogenous hot point of her body. He spread her legs even wider to expose his latest erogenous discovery, her lovely star shaped butthole.

He kissed it and licked it with relish, encouraged by her moans and her hands digging into his wet hair. The trail of kisses moved to her taint next. Harry noticed that her cunnie was freshly shaved and stubble free, no doubt in honour of his return. The fiery red hair just above the slit was neatly trimmed into a triangular shape. He licked her pussy and sucked her clit, but just enough to make her crave more.

His penis had lost some rigidity during his exploration of the Ginny's body, so she jumped down the counter and pushed him back so she could kneel on the same towels he had used.

She began by sucking on his hanging balls, but then she did something that caught him completely by surprise. She turned him around by the hips so he was facing the mirror, and before he could react, she had spread his buttocks apart and was licking and kissing his butthole.

He would have protested. Honest. Had it not felt so bloody good. When he moaned, Ginny chuckled, and she could feel her face smiling against his bum cheeks. She pushed away from him, playfully slapping his bum, and turned him around by the hips until his semi-erect penis was hanging in front of her face. She wrapped her two dainty hands around his cock and after a few strokes took him into her mouth. It did not take long for him to be rock hard again. Having her deceptively innocent brown eyes fixed on his green ones while her head bobbed up and down his cock always did the trick.

Ginny jumped back up on the counter and faced him with a smile. She left her left leg hanging off the tile floor and raised her right leg until her foot was flat on the counter. The adorable pink bud of her pussy was invitingly spread open for him, and he did not hesitate to accept that invitation.

He started gently and slowly. Ginny embraced him, pressing her firm round breasts delightfully against his chest. He bent down and captured her lips for a sweet kiss, but the temperature of both lovers was steadily raising. After several minutes of slow progression, he was railing her pussy with abandon. Ginny came yet again with loud screams of pure ecstasy. Harry continued fucking her though her orgasm, but he realized that Ginny had taken all the cock she could take for the moment. Her normally alabaster white skin was completely flushed, and she was sweating profusely.

"Come for me, please. Give me your cum," she pleaded.

Harry closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the tightness of her cunt; the sweat aroma of her sweat and pussy; the sounds of their love making; and the feeling of her supple tits in his hand. He pulled out and wanked himself until Ginny jumped down and greedily took his cock into her mouth.

Harry had several days of sperm inside his testicles, and he could feel a colossal orgasm building. When he finally came, it was in torrents.

Ginny tried valiantly to take all his spunk into her mouth, but the ropes of thick and tangy man-milk kept coming. When her mouth was filled, the cum began to spill down her chin and chest.

After one last throb of his cock, Ginny began to swallow. She stepped on top of Harry's feet and stood on her tiptoes to pull him down for a kiss. Their tongues sensually gyrated inside their mouths, and he discovered that there was still plenty of cum in there.

To be frank, Harry did not like the taste of his spunk, but after the massive load his wife had just taken, he figured it was only fair he should help her dispose of it.

The couple was sweaty after their exertions, so they silently agreed to go back into the shower to refresh themselves. Ginny availed herself of the opportunity to ask Harry to help her wash her hair and he gladly accepted. Even when it was wet and tangled it was almost a sensual experience to feel her hair in his hands. With his help they got it washed and conditioned much faster than she could do it by herself.

Harry wrapped his arms around her from behind, just below her breasts, to pull her against him. Ginny chuckled when she felt his penis beginning to harden against her lower back.

"You need to leave some for Hermione," she said turning her head and smiling. "She missed you just as much as I did."

Harry laughed silently and raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Are you doubting my virility?"

Ginny grinned and quickly got away from under the showerhead as she turned the hot water off. Harry screamed and was left scrambling to turn off the freezing cold water. The redhead laughed melodiously as she started to dry herself outside the shower, ignoring the amused glare that Harry was giving her.

They stood together in front of the mirror as Ginny performed a drying charm on her hair. For his part Harry just ran his fingers a couple of times through his own messy hair.

"Perfect," he declared, eliciting another laugh from the redhead.

They went into the walk-in closet and Ginny put on a sexy green shelf bra and a pair of matching crotchless knickers she had gotten at 'Harlot's Bazaar'.

"Do you have plans for tonight?" Harry asked with a lecherous grin, admiring the perky pink nipples pointing at him.

"Perhaps," she replied dismissively.

She selected some clothes to wear but did not put them on. Instead, she grabbed a hairbrush from the centre island of the closet and walked back into the bedroom.

"Will you brush my hair, Love?" she said making her way into the bedroom.

She sat in in a lotus position in the middle of the bed and began to untangle the hair ends with the brush.

Harry followed as he put on a pair of boxers and sat right behind her. She handed him the hairbrush.

"Remember. One hundred brushstrokes," she said evenly.

Harry truly enjoyed brushing Ginny's hair. It was a relaxing activity made even more relaxing by their recent sexual climax. Harry broke the comfortable silence but kept a mental tally of his brushstrokes.

"How's Hermione?"

"She misses you, of course, but she's doing well. Lately she has been on the warpath about a case of house elf abuse," Ginny explained. "She's been working late, but she knows you're returning today. I'm sure she'll be home in time for dinner."

He grunted affirmatively and the companiable silence returned.

"Harry…" Ginny said introspectively. She paused and before continuing turned sideways to face him. Harry stopped brushing.

"I know you consider Hermione your wife, but if you could really marry her, would you?"

Harry frowned puzzled and resumed his brushstrokes. "Not if it means I must divorce you. I loved Hermione first, but I love you best, Ginny."

The redhead smiled brightly, and he could swear she glowed.

"Aww, Harry." She turned and placed the open palm of her hand with great tenderness against his face. "Thank you," she added misty eyed.

"Why you ask?"

"Because, if that's your only objection, you should ask her."

"Ask her what?"

"To marry you, silly," she said chuckling.

Seeing his confusion, Ginny explained the ancient law that allowed wizards who were heads of multiple Houses to marry a witch for each titular House.

"… she would become Hermione Black and her children would bear the ancient and noble name of Black. If you wanted, you could name your firstborn son with her, Sirius," she concluded.

Harry had listened attentively. He could not think of a better revenge on Bellatrix and the whole pureblood obsessed Black family clan, than reviving the Black name in the image of the son they had disowned, Sirius Black. He was sure that wherever he was, his godfather would approve of this plan and laugh about it.

By the time Harry finished the last brushstroke, Ginny's hair had the shine and softness of a silk curtain. Its familiar flowery smell permeated the room.

"What time is it?" he asked urgently.

"It's five o'clock," Ginny replied.

Harry got up in a hurry. "I need to get dressed."

"Where are you going?"

"To Gringotts. I need to get a ring from the vault."

"I'll go with you. I also need a ring."

"Why?" Harry asked as he put on a shirt.

"I'll explain when we get there."

O-o-O-o-O

Hermione arrived at Grimmauld Place around half past five from work. It was earlier than usual for her, but she was anxious to welcome Harry back from his trip. She was disappointed when Kreacher informed her that Harry and Ginny were not home, but that they had mentioned they would be back for dinner.

She went upstairs, and after taking off the formal court robes she was wearing, went into the bathroom for a long shower. She was fervently hoping to feel Harry's naked body against her own naked skin that night, and she wanted to smell good and be clean for him. As much pleasure as the replica dildos had provided, they could not hope to compete with the warm, living, and pulsating appendage they sought to imitate. They were no substitute for Harry's masculine scent, or his ardent kisses, or the touch of his manly hands.

When she came downstairs almost an hour later, she heard Harry and Ginny talking conspiratorially in the library. She was so excited hearing his voice again that she did not pay attention to what they were saying. She burst into the library and beamed at Harry who immediately opened his arms wide for her.

She ran into his warm and affectionate embrace and looked up into his eyes. He bent down and gave her a slow and gentle kiss and made her toes curl.

"Hello, beautiful," he said in a deep voice. "I missed you."

Hermione turned to give Ginny a quick peck on the lips. "I missed you too, but why didn't you call us more often if you missed us?" she asked accusatorily.

"You know I was never good at sharing," he protested. "Besides, the training courses and conferences were incredibly boring. Berlin was nice, though. I've developed I taste for art galleries and museums."

Hermione thought he was taking the mickey out of her, but realized he was serious. "In that case we can go to the National Gallery together someday."

"I'd love to. I'm sure you'll be more informative than those audio guides they give you."

Hermione only briefly doubted his sincerity. "It's a date, then."

"I brought back gifts for both of you. I wanted to give them to you at the same time," he explained with a glance to Ginny.

Harry was relieved that his gifts were received with the enthusiastic approval of both witches.

Kreacher brought the tea service and the trio sat down around the low table on the centre of the library to have a cuppa. Harry related the highlights of his trip as they sipped their tea.

Promptly at half past seven, Kreacher came in to announce that dinner was served, and they made their way to the dining room.

It was a particularly enjoyable meal, filled with lively conversation and laughter. Kreacher dutifully served an extra-large slice of treacle tart to Harry, who hummed his approval as he ate it. After he finished, he cleared his throat loudly drawing the attention of both witches.

"Ginny tells me there is a way for us to be married. Is that correct, Hermione?" he asked without preamble.

The bushy haired witch froze and gave Ginny an inquiring look that the redhead ignored.

"Technically speaking," she replied torn between apprehension and hope, "you could make me your wife as the head of the House of Black with the same rights and privileges that Ginny currently has as Mistress of the House of Potter. You just need to apply for the polygynous marriage license at the Clerk's Office of the Court."

"That's all?" Harry asked surprised.

"The clerk will probably have no idea that polygynous marriage licenses even exist. You may have to insist and mention that you're claiming your right under the Magical Repopulation Act of 1353," Hermione concluded. She looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for a verdict.

Harry took a deep breath, stood up, and moved to stand next to Hermione's chair. Ginny followed him and stood a step behind him.

The brunette's heart began beating like a drum when he saw Harry restlessly shifting on his feet and swallowing hard. She did not dare move a muscle when he spoke.

"Hermione Jane Granger," Harry said solemnly. "I've always been terrible at romantic gestures and giving speeches," he said nervously as he went down on one knee, "but I love you with all my heart and want to be married to you for as long as I live. Will you be my wedded wife?"

After fumbling a little, he pulled out a velvet ring box from his pants pocket but did not open it. Ginny took a step forward and brunette's eyes opened even wider.

"Hermione Jane Granger," the redhead said just as solemnly as her husband. "You have already accepted my proposal, but I wanted to make it formally. You have been in my heart since I turned fifteen-year-old and you're the only woman I have ever loved," she went down on one knee and pulled out an identical velvet ring box from her skirt pocket. "Will you be wife?"

Ginny and Harry exchanged a quick look and opened the two small ring boxes simultaneously before turning to look up at Hermione to await her answer.

Hermione was momentarily stunned, and it took a few seconds for her to react. When she came out her stupor, identical tears rolled down her cheeks as she extended her left hand.

"Yes, and yes," she said beaming and nodding with happiness.

Harry and Ginny pulled out identical platinum bands surrounded by small diamonds from the boxes and slid them on her ring finger.

"I have an idea," Hermione said still beaming.

She took off both rings and carefully placed one on top of the other. She took out her wand and did an unbreakable sticking charm on the rings. They instantly fused together. "Could you both put it on my finger?"

Harry and Ginny smiled, and they picked up the double ring to place it on her finger. The popping sound of a bottle of champagne startled Hermione, who had not noticed Kreacher come in with a silver ice bucket and three champagne glasses. The brunette stood up from the chair and the three lovers became entwined in a group hug.

Harry could have sworn that Kreacher smiled when he handed each of them a glass of champagne.

O-o-O-o-O

The trio moved to the sitting room, bringing the champagne and ice bucket with them. Ginny purposefully let Harry and Hermione sit together on the large couch while she sat on the loveseat across the centre table. The trio drank, laughed, and planned together. Kreacher served some hors d'oeuvres, but the well-trained house elf made himself scarce when a buzzed Hermione started to get handsy with Harry.

The brunette had reached a pleasant state of intoxication, and the last restraints on her libido began to crumble.

"Did Ginny show you the dildos?" she asked.

"No, she didn't," he replied sending an accusatory glace to the redhead.

"Who can think of a dildo, when they can have the real, living thing," Ginny said amusedly. After observing the wanton expression of the bushy haired witch, she looked at Harry and continued. "I have a feeling that you will get to see it tonight, along with the harness."

Hermione licked her lips. "I missed you so much, Harry," she said as she undid the buttons of his shirt and let her hand slide across his chest. Her brown eyes looked up into his eyes as her hand slid further down. "The replica dildo is great, but it can never replace your cock."

"It can't?" Harry asked with a husky voice. He leaned back to let her hand go under the waist band of his pants.

"No," she explained as her hand went inside his boxers and cupped his bollocks. "Your cock is so warm, so alive," she said touching it. "Hmmm. I love it, Harry."

"Thank you," he said amused as he opened the fly of his pants, and she undid the button. Harry raised his hips and brought down the pants and boxers down to his ankles.

His cock rose proudly, and the foreskin rolled back as it quickly grew to its full size. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the tip.

"The dildo doesn't do that either," Hermione said chuckling.

The brunette got up and helped Harry get his shirt and pants completely off, tossing them to the side. She kneeled between his legs as he laid half reclining on the couch and wrapped her hands around his staff. Hermione stroked him a couple times and licked the head to get a taste, but she was obviously impatient.

Without bothering to undress or say anything, she straddled him, raised her skirt and with her hand pulled the black lace thong she was wearing to one side. Harry grabbed his cock and positioned it against the opening of her pussy. Hermione lowered herself very slowly, thoroughly enjoying getting her pussy stuffed. Her eyes were closed, and her head slowly tilted back as she let out a long-drawn-out moan.

The brunette began to rhythmically grind her hips back and forth, while at the same time her legs raised her body up and down. Harry was amazed how much better Hermione had gotten at riding cock since she had moved in with them. She could now rival Ginny when it came to technique, but the brunette was more willing to get "dirty" and rough than his wife when it came to sex, although the fact that just hours earlier Ginny had quite surprisingly licked his arse, probably meant that both women were learning from each other.

Just as those thoughts were crossing his mind, he noticed Ginny getting up and moving in the direction of the stairs. He gave her an inquiring look.

"I'll be back," she mouthed as she left the room.

Hermione's uterine fire was now fully lit, and she was enthusiastically jumping up and down on his cock. Harry was still fully in control and realized that the sexually submissive brunette would enjoy getting fucked more than doing the fucking herself.

"Stop," he ordered her.

Hermione immediately obeyed, even if there was a hint of disappointment on her face. Harry pushed her off him, got up, and guided her to one end of the couch. He pushed her upper body down on the armrest of the couch, raised her skirt over her hips and with one strong pull, teared the lace thong knickers off her body. Hermione gasped with surprise.

After an arousing glimpse of her wet, hairy cunt, and a couple of cock slaps against her arse, he roughly buried his manhood into her pussy, making her cry out with unrestrained pleasure. Harry still had the torn knickers in his hand and brought them against his face to take a whiff of the strong scent of her sex. He leaned forward and pressed the knickers against her nose. Hermione took a deep breath and whimpered. He began to move his hips and felt her mouth open to let out a moan. He took the opportunity to stuff the wet knickers into her mouth to silence her.

She did not attempt to remove them.

Harry grabbed a handful of Hermione's brown, bushy hair, and harshly pulled it back until her face was staring up at the ceiling. Every follicle in her head tingled with delight as she closed her eyes.

Harry began to pound her pussy, making her bum shake with every stroke. Her desperate cries of pleasure were muffled by the knickers in her mouth. It was at that moment that Harry noticed that Ginny was back. She was only wearing the green shelf bra and crotchless knickers she had put on earlier, but in her hands, he noticed she was carrying the strap-on harness, an anal plug, and a dildo.

She sat on the loveseat across the centre table, putting the leather strap-on harness and the plug to the side. Her legs were spread wide open and the crotchless knickers afforded a perfect view of her immaculate bare cunnie and the fiery patch of pubic hair above her clit. In her hand she was holding a dildo that had an uncanny resemblance to his cock. As he watched, she turned the vibrator on and placed it against the length of the slit of her cunnie. A couple of minutes later her moans reached his ears and Harry felt his control begin to waiver. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on just enjoying Hermione's pussy.

The brunette heard Ginny's cries and tried to move her head so she could watch her, but it was almost impossible with the firm hold that Harry had of her hair.

He must have been in a generous mood because he let go of her hair and grabbed both her arms and pulled them back instead, making her spine arch to the limit of her flexibility. Hermione turned her head to watch the beautiful and sexy redhead as she slid the vibrating dildo along the length of her slit and pressed it against her clit.

Their eyes met as Ginny watched Harry abusing Hermione's pussy with his mighty cock. It made her so hot; she buried the dildo inside her cunt. Honey-like drops of liquid arousal rolled down her taint.

Harry was trying to gain control back, but he knew it was a losing battle. His breathing came in short bursts, and he felt the pressure in his loins and bollocks building. He bared his teeth and looked down at the engorged pussy where his cock appeared and disappeared so rapidly it was just a blur.

Even with the knickers gagging her mouth, Hermione's cries had reached a loud crescendo. Her body began to shake slowly at first, but soon the shakes became convulsions. She collapsed with half of her body on the couch and the rest hanging from the armrest. Thankfully, Harry explosive orgasm came almost immediately after. He barely registered that Ginny was screaming her own climax across the table.

"Hmm hm Humm bhu Humhum hm"

Hermione was trying to talk with the knickers still stuffed inside her mouth. She had turned her body around and was facing Harry. Her hips were resting on the armrest of the couch.

Harry's legs felt like wet spaghetti, but he managed to walk to the other side of the couch and sit down. He placed Hermione's head on his thigh and took the saliva drenched knickers out of her mouth. He fondly caressed her face as their breathing gradually slowed down.

"What did you say?" Harry asked.

"I was asking if I could take out the knickers out of my mouth," Hermione replied with an adorable giggle. After a brief pause and a contented sigh, she continued. "Blimey, Harry. You really know how to properly fuck a woman."

"Thanks," he replied with a hint of a blush.

Ginny walked over to the end of the couch and raised Hermione's legs. The brunette and Harry looked at her inquiringly and she showed them the small golden butt plug. "Are you game?"

Hermione gave her a raunchy smile and nodded. The redhead gently inserted the well lubricated plug into she butthole, drawing a moan from the bushy haired witch. She placed the strap-on harness, the replica dildo and the second anal plug on the centre table.

"You're becoming as insatiable as Ginny," Harry pointed out looking down at the brunette with a grin.

"You had a ten-day rest, Harry. Don't complain." Hermione replied with a wicked smile. "Besides, Ginny and I know you can get it up again with very little encouragement."

Harry's eyes became darker as he stared at the lubricious, willing bodies of his two beautiful witches. He could not help thinking that Fate was rewarding him for all the suffering and sacrifice of his earlier life.

"We'll provide plenty of encouragement anyway," Ginny declared with an equally wicked smile. "Go sit there and watch," she said gesturing toward the loveseat. "Sorry about the wet spot," she chuckled a little embarrassed. "You know the cleaning charm."

By the time Harry reached the loveseat and turned to watch, Ginny had jumped over the armrest and was snogging Hermione with great tenderness. Her hands started undoing the buttons of Hermione's blouse and quickly it was discarded along with the bra and the skirt.

The two women relished in the contact of their warm naked bodies. They moved sensually to maximize that contact. They rubbed tits together, and they engaged in a nipple fight, which was bound to be won by Hermione's bigger tits and even bigger nipples. The sound of their laughter, and Ginny's vehement complaints about how unfair the nipple fight was, filled Harry's heart with affection toward the two women. Soon their pussies sought to straddle the thigh of the other woman and the tribadic dance that ensued was all the encouragement that Harry's cock needed to rise proudly between his legs.

Ginny began to make her way down Hermione's body and Harry noticed that Hermione's hairy bush was neatly trimmed into a perfect triangle. He thought that perhaps she had also trimmed it to honour his return but seeing the profound love the two witches showed for each other made him realize both women wanted to be at their best for each other and not just for him.

They reached a sixty-nine position, and slowly began to eat each other out, drawing-out the pleasure. He wished he could be so patient, and promised himself he would try, although truth be told, neither of the two women seemed to mind in the least his more robust and rough attentions.

Not surprisingly, Ginny climaxed first, and she left Hermione's face covered with a shiny coating of her delicious syrupy cum. The redhead laid sideways on the couch and moved further down. She reached for the centre table and grabbed the larger anal plug. After taking the smaller one out Hermione's arse and inserting the larger one, she put the used plug in Hermione's mouth like it was a baby's dummy and Hermione sucked on it without any protestations. Harry couldn't deny that he was aroused by the swotty brunette being such a "dirty" girl.

Ginny kneeled between Hermione's legs and introduced two fingers into Hermione's pussy. Harry's arousal reached a peak, and his cock began to pulsate rhythmically. The engorged veins pumped blood into his member until it was rock hard. He approached to lovingly kiss and lick some of that cum off Hermione's face and neck. He breathed in the alluring vanilla scent of Ginny's pussy as he tasted her sweet cum. Hermione was growing restless, and her body was writhing and undulating. Her face had an expression of pure bliss. She spat the anal plug to one side.

"How many fingers you have in?" she asked urgently, barely able to speak or breath.

"All of them, Love" Ginny replied huskily. "Are you going to gush for me?"

"Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck," was all that Hermione could reply between cries and moans.

Harry did not want to miss the show. He moved behind Ginny and watched her small hand fisting Hermione's engorged cunt. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke himself.

Ginny looked back at him and pecked his lips. "Do you want to put your hand inside her pussy? It's warm and wet in there," she said breathlessly.

Harry's eyes went wide. "Are you a nutter?" he exclaimed. "My hand is too big!"

Ginny laughed. "Your babies are going to come out of that pussy, Harry. It'll be like new after a couple minutes."

Harry was shocked by how casually Ginny was asking him to put his fist inside Hermione's vagina. The urgent calls of the brunette startled him.

"Fucking do it, Harry," Hermione said fiercely. "Put your bloody fist in pussy!"

There was a squishy sound when Ginny's hand popped out from inside the brunette. "Quickly, Harry," the redhead said with urgency. "Get it in while her pussy is still gaping."

Harry was amazed when he could stare halfway inside Hermione's pink cunt, but her young vagina was quickly recovering, and the gap was closing fast. He wedged four fingers and with some hesitation slid half of his hand in without much effort. After a few hand strokes he wedged all five fingers and a minute later his hand was in all the way down to his wrist. He continued stroking his hand in and out, drawing louder and louder moans and cries from Hermione.

"She's going to squirt on you like a bloody geyser," Ginny warned him. "Do you want to switch?"

Harry shook his head negatively. He was both shocked and fascinated by the sight of his hand completely inside his future wife's pussy.

Hermione was frantic, pulling hard and rough on her tits and nipples. The large bronze areolas became wrinkled, and her back was arching and writhing as she screamed obscenities. Her entire body became flushed when suddenly her expression of bliss changed into one of dread.

"I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come! Keep going, Harry. Don't stop. YES, YES, YES!"

Hermione's entire body went stiff like a board for a couple of seconds only to explode in a shower of warm cum and clear liquid. After three powerful squirts, her convulsing body sank into the couch.

Harry's and Ginny's bodies were covered with the brunette's pussy effusions. They turned to face each other with expressions of surprise, but before they knew it, they were kissing desperately. Harry's hands slid all over the slippery torso and tits of the redhead. Ginny lowered her body and took his cock into her mouth with so much enthusiasm that she gagged and retched.

Harry would have fucked her right there on the floor, but Hermione's sudden calls startled them both.

"Please, fuck my arse. Who's going to fuck my arse?"

They turned only to discover that Hermione's arse was high in the air, ready to be taken. The fluted end of the golden anal plug was moving to the rhythm of the convulsions of her sphincter.

Ginny smiled at Harry. "We've created a monster." Both chuckled before the redhead continued. "It's her night, Harry. Get that arse. Get it good."

Harry climbed on the couch, pulled out the anal plug, and tossed it to the side. He pushed Hermione's upper body off the couch until her face was on the floor being cradled in her arms while her bum remained high in the air. He squatted behind her and after an admiring glance at her plump butt cheeks, buried his cock ruthlessly into her arse. As he was hammering into Hermione's bum hole, he observed how Ginny was calmly putting on the leather harness while watching the proceedings. Her proud, round tits looked even more spectacular supported by the green shelf bra. Her small areolas and nipples were puckered up. With a lewd smirk, she finished by turning on the vibrator in the dildo and securing it to the holding ring.

Ginny took a moment to admire Harry's powerful leg and bum muscles straining from the effort of squatting and pumping his hips at the same time. Then she looked down at Hermione. The brunette's face was red, and she was breathing raggedly, but her expression left no doubt that she was thoroughly enjoying getting buggered by Harry's meat stick. The two women made eye contact.

"Do you think your pussy is ready to take my cock?" Ginny asked evenly.

The whimpering brunette could only eagerly nod her approval.

Harry jumped off the couch and helped Hermione stand on her shaky legs while Ginny laid down on the couch. Hermione mounted the redhead with the graceful fluidity of an experienced cock rider and inserted the buzzing dildo into her sore but willing cunt while keeping her bum high for Harry.

He stepped back on the couch and straddled both women. He was on top of Hermione and grabbed his cock to guide it straight down into her pulsating bum hole. Ginny and Hermione began to move their hips below him and he started to squat up and down with his hands on his knees.

Harry closed his eyes and listened with relish to the unrestrained sounds of erotic bliss that his two witches were making. Minutes later, the volume of their cries was reaching a peak, their obscenities were becoming cruder, and the movement of their bodies more urgent.

Who knew that Hermione Granger was such a potty mouth? She was demanding without any shame that Harry "wreck her arse."

Harry lost track of time but was aware that his legs were burning each time he rose and dropped down hard on Hermione's bum. Ginny began to scream louder and louder until she suddenly was silent. He could feel on his feet how her body was squirming below them. Soon after, Hermione began to scream also. Not as loud a Ginny, who an unrepentant screamer, but loudly, nonetheless. The screams were followed by convulsive shaking just as a groaning Harry reached his own climax and was filling her arse with rope after rope of warm cum. Hermione made an odd sound and fell on top of Ginny like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

Harry became dizzy and got off the couch to sit up the floor. He was out of breath and panting heavily. He was faintly aware of the distant sound of Ginny's voice calling him.

"Harry," the redhead called out again.

In a haze he turned to look at her.

"Hermione fainted," she said calmly. "She squirted again and fainted."

Only then did Harry notice that the couch was freshly drenched.

Ginny spoke again. "I knew it would happen someday," she said with a hint of pride. "That we would make her faint with pleasure."

The redhead fondly embraced the unconscious body of her lover and gently kissed her forehead. Harry watched Hermione's peaceful and beautiful face and he also felt compelled to softly kiss her forehead.

"Harry," the Ginny said pleadingly. "Do you mind taking her off me?"

He was knackered, and he was not so sure of his legs, but he smiled brightly at his wife. "Of course, Love."

As Harry was making his way up the stairs carrying Hermione in his arms, she opened her heavy-lidded eyes.

"Did I faint?" she asked in a low, sleepy voice.

"Yes," he replied with a smile.

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be," he interrupted her.

"Oh, Harry," she said guiltily. "I was such a dirty slut tonight."

"Of course, you were," he replied with a smile. "You're MY dirty slut. Remember?"

Hermione smiled sleepily but brightly back at him. "I am. Any time you want me to."

"From now on you will also have to be Ginny's dirty slut," he said looking back at the redhead who was coming up the stairs behind them. "Do you think you can manage?"

Hermione's brown eyes twinkled with amusement and looked from Ginny back to Harry. "I think I'm enough of a dirty slut for both of you."

Warm laughter enveloped them as they walked into the bedroom.

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