Chapter 4
Later that night, Harry was interrupted by the sound of a sharp knock on his flat's front door. He set down his book and stretched before walking the short distance to the door. Through the peephole, he caught sight of the distorted images of Hermione and Ginny Weasley. Hermione had barely waited before she knocked again, this time with more urgency. He opened the door and put on his best, roguish smile.
Hermione stood in the entryway, clutching her bag to her stomach. She wore a cropped halter top that showed off her midriff, and the neckline was more than deep enough to reveal the high, shadowy slopes of her breasts and the deep cleavage between them. The top clung to every luscious curve. Her skirt was a tiny pleated number in navy, and it was seductively short. It barely covered the bottom curve of her ass and was nowhere near long enough to hide the tops of her thighs. Her legs, still perfectly smooth and shimmering with lotion, trembled with a visible effort to keep her knees together.
Next to Hermione stood Ginny Weasley. She was shorter than Hermione by a few centimeters, but her body radiated athletic confidence. Ginny's blue jeans looked painted on, and the seams threatened to split across her thighs and ass if she so much as bent over. Her t-shirt was white and fitted, hugging her well-endowed chest like a glove. Her nipples, hardened from the cold, poked against the white fabric. She wore her ginger hair in a loose ponytail. Her arms were crossed, but her blue eyes were fixed on Harry.
Hermione's face was bright pink. "Good evening, Harry," she said. "We're … here, as you asked." Hermione had confessed that she had told Ginny about their relationship. Of course, Harry didn't care if Ginny knew that Hermione was his toy. Hermione mentioned that Ginny wanted to meet him, and Harry asked her to bring the redhead over.
Harry leaned against the doorframe and grinned. He did not need to look Hermione over, but he did anyway, dragging his gaze slowly from the soles of her little shoes and up the long, exposed skin of her legs. His eyes reached the shadow at the hem of her skirt, and finally, they moved to the valley between her tits. "You look lovely," he said.
Hermione's blush deepened. "Thank you," she shyly replied.
He turned to Ginny, who was pretending to examine her shoes. "And you must be Ginny. You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he flirtily stated and stuck out a hand. Ginny reached out and took it. Her palm was small and soft.
Hermione fidgeted, "I told you he was a flirt."
Harry chuckled, and, instead of releasing Ginny's hand, he raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it. He lingered, and his lips brushed her knuckles. He watched as the flush raced from her neck to her ears.
Ginny snorted, but she didn't pull her hand away. "You're even more of a cheeky bastard than I imagined." Harry couldn't help but chuckle.
Hermione let her eyes linger on Harry's naked torso. He wore only a pair of gray boxer briefs, and his abs and chest were on full display. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower he had just taken. Ginny's eyes drifted down. She did not bother to hide her appraisal as she stared at the bulge of his crotch. "Not bad," she said. Her voice sounded a bit husky.
Harry stepped aside and waved them in. "Come in, then. Don't let all the heat out."
Hermione hurried inside and set her bag on the entry bench. Ginny followed close behind. Once the door clicked shut, the temperature change hit them. The flat was warm, cozy, and smelled pleasantly of incense. The main room was filled with rare books, artifacts, and all the necessities a bachelor could ever want. There was a tray already set with three mugs, a steaming pot of tea, and a stack of biscuits. Harry's robe hung on the back of a chair.
Hermione moved to the couch and sat with her legs squeezed together and her skirt bunched high. Ginny took a seat next to her and crossed one leg over the other. Harry took his own seat between them, lounging so his knees brushed Ginny's thigh. He poured tea into the mugs and passed one to each girl.
Hermione held her mug with both hands, soaking in the warmth and comfort. Ginny daintily sipped hers. She set her mug down after only a single sip and clasped her hands tight in her lap. She turned to Harry, her eyes bright with excitement and barely contained nervousness.
"This is so surreal," she breathed. "It's like meeting a real celebrity, you know." She reached up, tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear, then glanced from Hermione to Harry and back again. "I always told Hermione you were the bravest bloke I'd ever heard of. What you did last month … with the Death Eaters … everyone's still talking about it. The Aurors said you took on six at once. By yourself!"
Harry shot her a crooked smile and shrugged, deliberately playing it down. "It wasn't all that heroic," he modestly stated. "They got the drop on me. Once you've been hit by a few Unforgivables, you learn to take down your enemies hard and fast."
Hermione gasped, but Ginny's breathing grew heavier. She was clearly thrilled. "That's exactly what I mean! Most people would break down and run if they were outnumbered like that, but you just kept fighting. The Prophet made it sound like you are the next coming of Merlin." She leaned forward, and her voice dropped to a sensual tone. "You're kind of my hero," she admitted, the words tumbling out faster than she meant.
Harry let the compliment hang in the air, then shifted his weight just enough for his thigh to rub against Ginny's. Her breath hitched, and she let it happen. Harry noticed her face was growing pinker by the second.
"Thank you," he said. With a wicked glint, he added, "But you didn't come here to talk about the Prophet, did you?"
Ginny's flush deepened, but she didn't look away. "I guess I wanted to meet the real Harry Potter," she said. "Hermione told me you're … different." She shot her friend a look, but Hermione was fidgeting with her skirt and staring down at her tea.
"Oh, he's different, alright," Hermione said softly, not looking up. Her face was growing hot as she thought about Harry ordering her into so many sexual positions. Of course, Hermione had dutifully obeyed and was roundly fucked as a reward for her obedience.
Harry reached over and placed a hand on Hermione's bare knee, and his fingers spread out so that his thumb brushed up her inner thigh. He squeezed her silky flesh and drew slow, gentle patterns on the delicate skin above her knee. Hermione sucked in a sharp breath and bit her lip. Her legs closed tight together to keep the smell of her wet pussy from wafting into the room.
Ginny's eyes tracked the movement of his hand instantly. Her breath hitched, and for a second she forgot to play it cool. It was one thing to imagine Harry Potter as a flirt, but to see him so casually playing with Hermione's thighs. He was doing it right here in front of her, for heaven's sake! The man had no shame, and it sent an aroused jolt through Ginny's own body. Her knees pressed together, hiding her own state of arousal. She glanced at Harry's face, and then looked back at his hand as it slid higher. His fingers reached just below the hem of Hermione's miniskirt.
Harry grinned wider, noticing Ginny's arousal in the way she stared, open-mouthed and unblinking. He shifted his hand slightly, letting his fingertips graze the sensitive skin at the edge of Hermione's panties. Hermione shuddered and let out a cute gasp.
"Is this the Harry you wanted to meet?" Harry asked, his voice low and teasing.
Ginny swallowed, and her voice suddenly sounded small. "I … yeah. I think so." The room suddenly felt extra hot to Ginny. "You really do just take what you want, don't you?"
"Sometimes," Harry replied, never breaking eye contact. "But only if they want it to be taken." Ginny's cheeks went bright red, but she didn't flinch. Her eyes darted to Hermione, who was flushed and breathing shallowly, her body trembling under Harry's touch.
Hermione tilted her head back and let out a quiet, involuntary whimper as Harry's hand slid a little further up, his fingers disappearing beneath the fabric of her skirt. Ginny could see the movement under the fabric and could practically feel the sexual tension radiating from her friend. The sight made Ginny feel almost unbearably hot, and she uncrossed, then recrossed her legs, trying to subtly relieve the pressure building between them.
Harry finally slipped his hand away from Hermione's thigh, leaving her panting and pressed into the couch. Harry then turned back to Ginny. "I'm glad you came over," he said. "I like being around people who aren't afraid of a bit of excitement."
Ginny let out a shaky laugh and shook her head. "You're going to be nothing but trouble."
He chuckled, unrepentant. "That's what they keep telling me."
Hermione was still shivering. Her skirt was bunched high on her thighs, but she hardly noticed the exposure. Her eyes were glassy, and her breathing was ragged. Ginny put a hand on Hermione's arm. "Are you okay?" she asked. Hermione looked seconds away from either passing out or squirting all over the room.
Hermione nodded, and her answer was a breathless, "Yes."
Ginny smirked, feeling braver now. "It looks like he's got you wrapped around his finger." Then, after a momentary pause, she whispered, "I'm jealous, honestly."
"Don't be," Hermione managed. "You're right … He's nothing but trouble." However, her words betrayed the thrill she felt.
Harry watched the two of them, thoroughly entertained. "There's no reason you both can't have a little fun," he said, and with that, he offered them the plate of biscuits without ever breaking eye contact with Ginny.
Ginny took a biscuit and braced herself for whatever was going to happen. She could already tell the night would get far more interesting.
The Man in Charge
Harry was kneeling on the bed, his hand gripping Hermione's hair as he pounded into her from behind. Her face was pressed into the duvet, her body flushed and trembling, and her hips drove back to meet every thrust. The slap of their skin filled the room, punctuated by the wet sounds of Hermione's cunt milking Harry's cock. Her skirt was pushed high over her hips, and her shirt was wadded up on the floor. She was braced on her elbows to keep her from completely collapsing under the force of his relentless rhythm. Harry's abs flexed, sweat glistening on his torso, and his face was twisted in pleasure.
With one hand, he gripped Hermione's hip, and with the other, he pressed his thumb into the valley of her ass and felt the tight, quivering hole between her pillowy cheeks. He rubbed it in slow, taunting circles, smearing her pussy juice over the delicate skin. Hermione moaned, her back arched, and her knees spread wider, as if inviting him deeper.
Harry glanced over to the side of the room, where Ginny sat in a black leather chair. She'd been watching from the beginning, sitting on the edge of the cushion with her knees pressed tightly together. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, and her face was flushed a deep red. Her eyes never left the sight of her friend's body getting jackhammered into the mattress. She looked both incredibly embarrassed to be witnessing it and completely unable to tear her gaze away.
Harry met Ginny's eyes, grinned, and slowed his thrusts to a grinding, teasing motion that made Hermione whimper desperately. He never broke eye contact with Ginny as he pressed his thumb harder against Hermione's tight asshole, watching the way Ginny's whole body tensed at the sight. Ginny's hands trembled as she gripped her thighs.
"You like watching this, don't you?" Harry said, his voice low and rough. "I can practically smell your wet pussy from here."
Ginny swallowed hard, and her lips parted. "I …" she started, but her voice vanished in her throat.
Harry leaned forward, more for Ginny's benefit than Hermione's. He spread Hermione's cheeks apart with both hands, showing off the way his cock pistoned in and out of her. The juices soaked his length and ran down Hermione's thighs. He pressed his thumb against Hermione's asshole again, and Hermione choked out a cry of pleasure. Her whole body shuddered.
"Come here, Ginny," Harry said. "Take your jeans off and show me what you're wearing underneath."
Ginny stared at him, her knuckles white on the arms of the chair. For a second, Harry thought she might refuse, but then she inhaled shakily and stood. She kicked off her trainers, peeled off her socks, and unbuttoned her jeans. Her hands shook as she shimmied them down her legs, revealing pale, shapely thighs. She wore simple, pink cotton panties underneath. They were nothing fancy, but the fabric clung to the cleft of her cunt, and the crotch of her panties was already wet and dark.
Hermione, with her face mashed sideways on the bed, lifted her head and managed a throaty, desperate moan as she watched Ginny undress. "He wants to see you," Hermione panted. "Go on, Gin."
Ginny's hands hovered at the waistband of her panties, but she hesitated. Instead of removing them, she hooked her thumbs beneath and pulled them upwards, outlining the shape of her pussy lips beneath the cotton. The outline was unmistakable. The puffy, triangular mound was pressed so tight that the fabric threatened to disappear into her slit. Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes were locked on Harry's while she waited for further instructions.
Harry growled his approval. "Sit back down. Spread your legs for me."
Ginny complied at once, dropping back into the chair and draping her legs over each armrest. She spread them so wide that the crotch of her panties pulled into her, rode up, and exposed the wet, glistening lips at either side. Harry could see the faint shimmer of her juices on her inner thighs. Ginny's face was burning, but she didn't try to hide.
Hermione reached back blindly, trying to grab Harry's hip and pull him deeper. "Please," she begged, her voice muffled by the bedding. "Harder, Harry, please …"
Harry obliged and slammed into her with renewed force, but his eyes never left Ginny, who was now unconsciously grinding her ass into the leather seat. "You're so fucking hot," Harry grunted at Ginny. "I want to see more of you."
Ginny squeezed her thighs together, then let them fall open again. Without being asked, she slipped a hand down and pressed it against her panty-clad pussy, rubbing herself through the soaked fabric. A shudder ran through her, and her back arched.
Hermione was babbling now, and the words were barely coherent. "Please, please, please …"
Harry reached around, pinched Hermione's clit between two fingers, and rolled it hard while he continued to fuck her. With his other hand, he gestured at Ginny. "Take your panties off," he said. "And touch yourself."
Ginny obeyed instantly. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slid the panties down her legs, baring herself completely. Her pussy was shaved smooth, her lips were plump and glossy with arousal, and a bead of clear fluid dripped down to the seat of the chair. Ginny spread her lips with two fingers and began massaging her swollen clit.
Harry groaned at the sight. "Good girl," he said. "Just like that."
Ginny's eyes went glassy, and her focus flickered between Harry's face and the place where his cock pounded into Hermione. She started to tentatively move her hips before her movements got bolder, and soon, she was fucking her own fingers in time with the rhythm of Harry's thrusts. The wet sounds from the chair nearly matched the ones from the bed.
Hermione reached her own climax first. She screamed into the pillow, and her whole body convulsed as Harry's cock battered her g-spot. She shook so hard it looked like her limbs would give way. Only Harry's grip on her hips kept her from collapsing. Harry watched Ginny as she watched Hermione cum, and he could see the hunger in Ginny's expression.
The sight of Ginny so exposed and horny while touching herself was almost enough to send Harry over the edge. He smirked at the redhead as she lost all sense of control. Her body shook, and Harry could see her round, perky tits jiggling wildly under her tight shirt.
Ginny trembled, and her fingers moved faster. "I … I want …" she gasped, but couldn't finish the sentence. Instead, she whimpered loudly and ground her slick pussy all over the palm of her hand.
Harry grinned wider, fucking Hermione even while her sloppy, wet pussy desperately tried to choke his cock, but his attention never left Ginny's swollen, dripping cunt. Ginny's legs were spread wide, her thighs were trembling, and as her orgasm built, she let out a high-pitched whine.
"That's it, Ginny. Let me see you cum."
Ginny's back arched violently, and her head was thrown back against the chair as she came. Her whole body shook with the intensity of it. Her hand didn't stop moving, and her fingers danced over her clit as she rode out every spasm. She looked utterly wrecked and flushed as her body continued to spasm uncontrollably. She kept her legs spread as she came down from the high, letting Harry see every twitch of her pussy.
Harry shuddered, finally losing control. He gripped Hermione's hips and slammed home, emptying himself inside her with a deep moan. Hermione whimpered loudly as her pussy began to overflow with hot, sticky cum. Only once he'd finished did he let go, collapsing forward and burying his face in Hermione's neck. She squeaked as her pussy continued to milk him, and her body was spent and shaking. Hermione mewled and smiled as Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight. She gasped as Harry thrust his hips a few more times, making sure to seed her with every last drop.
Ginny sat there with her legs still open, breathing hard. Her hands were limp in her lap. She looked at Harry with wide eyes and managed a shaky smile. "Bloody hell," she said. She couldn't believe what had just transpired.
Harry laughed and slowly pulled out of Hermione. She whined cutely as his shaft slid across her tight, silky walls. "I'm glad you both enjoyed the show," he said, his voice thick with exhaustion. Ginny walked over and joined them on the bed. Harry caressed her smooth, sexy thigh.
Hermione rolled onto her side, reached for Ginny's hand, and squeezed it tight. Ginny squeezed back, grinning through her blush. "I have to get back to the Burrow soon, but next time …," Ginny said. "... I want a turn on the bed."
Harry smirked and gently brushed his fingers over her hard, throbbing clit. "We'll see if you can handle it." Ginny just blushed, and Harry knew she'd be back.
Chapter 5
Hermione approached Harry's flat with a strange sense of anticipation. She'd been here a dozen times in the past month, but tonight her skin practically tingled. Her thoughts immediately jumped to what he was going to do to her. Of course, she already knew what he would do, and that thought was what made her pussy tingle. Harry had told her she could enter whenever she arrived, and the trust inherent in that invitation made her heart thump harder. She twisted the door handle and let herself in.
The first thing that assaulted her was the smell. There was an immediate, overwhelming scent of wet pussy that seemed to seep from the very walls. The smell was unmistakably sexual, and it made Hermione's clit pulse in helpless empathy. She closed the door quietly behind her and stood in the entry, letting her eyes adjust. The flat was a fancy studio space that was open and inviting, so she could see the carnage straight away.
Ginny was on her back atop the bed, her legs dangling off the edge, and her knees wide apart. Her messy red hair cascaded over the side of the bed like a coppery waterfall, and thin wisps stuck to the sweat on her cheeks and shoulders. Her face was slack, her eyes unfocused and shiny, and her mouth was open and dripping drool down her chin and neck. She was completely naked, and her entire body seemed to be wracked in the throes of a recent orgasm. Her breasts were quite beautiful, Hermione thought. They were round and perky, and they were capped with stiff, pale pink nipples. They were bouncing up and down with the time of Harry's thrusts.
Harry was kneeling on the mattress between Ginny's thighs, and his hands pinned her hips in place as he drove into her with relentless, piston-like thrusts. The sound was obscene. The flat was filled with wet, gasping squelches and the smacking of damp flesh. It was all punctuated by Ginny's shrill, breathless yelps of pleasure. Hermione could tell Ginny had just orgasmed again from the way her friend's fingers clutched at the sheets, and by the little tremors that overtook her every few seconds.
Hermione felt her knees go weak at the sight, and she stood frozen in the doorway, unable to look away. The entire scene was so feral and desperate, and they were both completely consumed by lust. Hermione didn't even know that Ginny was going to be here. Ginny hadn't told her anything about it, but Hermione wasn't surprised. After their last night with Harry, Ginny couldn't stop talking about him. It didn't shock her that Ginny had come over and offered her slutty pussy to him.
She watched the way Ginny's breasts heaved and stomach flexed with each thrust, the tips of her breasts bouncing every time he pounded into her slick cunt. The muscles in his shoulders bunched and strained, and his black hair was plastered to his forehead. He was gritting his teeth, and his face was a mask of concentration and hunger.
Ginny's hands flailed, then clutched at Harry's forearms. Her head lolled, and she caught sight of Hermione standing there, half-hidden in the shadows. Ginny's eyes went wide, and she laughed, a ragged little bark of pleasure and embarrassment all at once. "Hermione!" she cried, her voice rough and scratchy. "Don't just stand there and stare at me, you perv!"
Harry glanced over at her and shot her a crooked, welcoming smile. He beckoned Hermione closer with a tilt of his chin, never pausing his thrusts. "Come here," he said, his voice rough. "You're right on time. Ginny already came three times, and I'm getting close."
Hermione stepped forward, her breath shallow. She couldn't help but let her eyes linger on Ginny's spread thighs. The glistening folds, the puffy, flushed lips, and the way Harry's cock split her open so easily were an incredible turn-on to her. Hermione had no idea she was like this. It must have been buried deep, only to emerge after becoming Harry's toy. She saw a thin trail of Ginny's cum already leaking out and smeared across her inner thigh, and her belly twisted with need. She hovered at the edge of the bed, uncertain, until Harry reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Help her out," he said. "She can barely breathe."
Hermione scrambled onto the bed, kneeling beside Ginny's head. Ginny reached up, grabbed at Hermione's shirt, and dragged her down for a kiss. Ginny moaned into her mouth, then broke away, her lips slick and glistening.
"You have to see this," Ginny gasped. "He's splitting me open."
Hermione looked down at Ginny's body and watched Harry's cock piston in and out, each thrust stretching Ginny's pussy wider and making her whole body jump. Ginny ground her hips up to meet him, and she locked her ankles behind his back. Harry slid a hand down and pressed hard on Ginny's clit, rubbing it with slow, sensual circles as he pounded into her.
Ginny shrieked, and her back arched off the bed. For a moment, Hermione thought she might faint. Ginny's whole body went stiff, and then, with a whorish moan, she came again. Her pussy convulsed around Harry's cock, and her hands scrambled for purchase on Hermione's arm. Hermione could actually see her pussy fluttering and trying to milk his slick, messy shaft. Hermione stroked Ginny's hair and murmured encouragements to her while feeling herself get wetter by the second.
Harry watched the two of them with lustful eyes. He kept fucking Ginny as she orgasmed, not slowing for an instant. "You're next," he said in a low, lustful tone, and Hermione shivered at the promise.
When Ginny finally slumped back, gasping and giggling, Harry withdrew with a perverse sounding schlick of tight, wet pussy. Harry patted his magnificent cock against her cumming pussy, which made Ginny squeal and buck.
Harry looked Hermione up and down and said, "It's your turn. Get those clothes off and get over here."
Hermione blushed deeply and crawled off the bed. "Y-You're not going to finish in her?" Hermione asked as she began to disrobe. Harry shook his head and rolled Ginny's hard, throbbing clit between his fingers, making Ginny's eyes flutter.
"She hasn't earned that right," Harry simply stated, and Hermione left it at that.
Hermione's hands trembled as she stripped herself bare, and the flush crept up her chest and onto her throat. She shed her blouse and skirt with more urgency than grace, tossing them aside to reveal her pert, round breasts. Her nipples were already crinkled and hard with arousal. Her panties hit the floor last, baring a perfectly smooth, unblemished mound. The taut, shy lips below glistened faintly with her own excitement. Once undressed, she stood there, a bit shy with her nudity, but Ginny's wanton stare burned away any hesitation. Hermione crawled onto the mattress and squeezed herself between Harry and Ginny, her thighs brushing against Ginny's sticky, parted legs.
Harry's cock was still hard and glistening with Ginny's juices, and the head was flushed an angry red. He waggled it at Hermione, grinning. "Clean me up, pet," he said. The words hit her like a spark, and Hermione dove down and wrapped her full, pink lips around the head of his cock, tasting Ginny's flavor immediately. Harry's hand threaded into the bushy hair at the back of her head, and he slowly began thrusting.
She gagged around him, but forced herself to take more. She breathed through her nose and lapped at the shaft with her tongue, desperate to please him. She could taste the mixture of fluids, and something in the taste made her moan softly around his length. When she pulled away, a strand of saliva stretched between her lips and his cock, and Harry smeared the tip across her cheek before guiding it back between Ginny's trembling thighs.
Without warning, he drove himself into Ginny's sopping pussy, making her eyes roll back, and her legs kick wildly. Hermione watched as Ginny's swollen lips stretched wide to accept him. She watched the way the damp, pink flesh yielded for him and then clung to his shaft as he withdrew. Ginny's whole body convulsed, her hands clawed at the sheets, and she choked out a high, keening sound.
Harry pulled out again, and Hermione instantly understood her cue. She took him into her mouth again, sucking and licking the mess from his cock as she cleaned him of Ginny's arousal. The cycle repeated with Harry fucking Ginny, then making Hermione suck him clean. Hermione loved the ritual, and she loved the degradation and the intimacy of it. Each time she finished, he would rub himself against Ginny's pussy, or sometimes against Hermione's own lips, letting her taste them both in turns.
When Ginny's body went limp, and her head lolled to the side, Hermione felt Harry's hands seize her hips and lift her bodily, arranging her on all fours directly over Ginny's prone, twitching form. "Stay right there," Harry ordered, yanking Hermione's hips back and up, and making her arch her back while Ginny's face pressed against her own belly.
"Lie on top of her," Harry ordered, and Hermione obeyed, lowering herself so that her breasts pressed flat to Ginny's. Their sensitive nipples rubbed together, making both girls whimper. Ginny's arms snaked around Hermione's ribs, hugging her tight, and their faces were only inches apart.
"I never thought I would see you so eager to get fucked," Ginny whispered. She didn't think Hermione had it in her. Her fingers trailed down Hermione's spine, sending tremors through her.
Harry lined up behind Hermione, took hold of her hips, and drove into her so hard she gasped. Her pussy lips stretched obscenely wide, and a loud squelch met Ginny's ears. Ginny's cheeks turned pink at the sound. The bed frame shuddered with each thrust, and Hermione couldn't help the loud, helpless whines that spilled from her mouth. The pressure and fullness were overwhelming, and she felt herself gush, coating Harry's cock and dripping down onto Ginny's stomach. Ginny giggled deliriously, rubbing Hermione's back and whispering encouragements in her ear.
"You're taking it so well," Ginny giggled, licking Hermione's cheek, "You and he must have had lots of practice."
Hermione could only moan in return as her pussy clenched around every inch of Harry's thrusts. Hermione could feel every vein and bump of his cock as it scraped against her delicate inner walls. She clung to Ginny, mashing their breasts together, and their sweat-slicked skin slid together as Harry pounded her from behind. Every time Harry bottomed out, Ginny's fingers dug into Hermione's flesh, pulling her down even harder.
"Cum for him," Ginny urged, reaching between them. Her fingers found Hermione's swollen clit, and the moment she touched the little bead, Hermione's big brown eyes fluttered wildly.
Hermione bucked from the intense friction of their nipples, her clit being rubbed, and the relentless pounding of her pussy. Her orgasm built with terrifying speed. She screamed and threw her head back, and a flood of juice splashed around Harry's cock as she came. The spasms ripped through her, leaving her a shuddering, squirming mess. Every time Harry hit her g-spot, another gushing squirt sprayed from her quivering cunt.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione squeaked as her body thrashed uncontrollably. Ginny was forced to hold her tight to keep her from falling off the bed. She collapsed onto Ginny, letting Harry use her however he wanted. Ginny stroked her sweaty back and teased her about squirting.
Harry groaned, and his cock pistoned in and out of Hermione's leaking cunt as he watched the two girls writhe together. Their bodies were slipping and sliding together, and the sight of Ginny's breasts jiggling beneath Hermione's added to the depravity of it all.
Ginny looked up at Harry, her face flushed and her lips trembling. "I want another turn with your cock," she said breathlessly, and Harry chuckled. The poor girl already couldn't get enough.
Harry's balls tightened, and a warning pulse shot through his body. He pulled out of Hermione's quivering, spasming cunt, leaving a sticky trail of wetness that strung from her gaping entrance to the tip of his cock. Hermione rolled off of him, hitting the mattress in a boneless heap of gasps and twitching muscles. She curled sideways, pulling her knees up to her chest, and her body jerked with the last throbs of her orgasm. A puddle of her own juices stained the sheets below her ass and inner thighs. Harry's shaft glistened with her juices.
He barely paused to take in the sight. Harry grabbed Ginny by her thick mane of ginger hair and yanked her upright, dragging her face to his cock. Ginny opened her mouth wide and let him slide right down her tongue, choking herself eagerly on the length. Her lips stretched around his shaft, and Ginny's blue eyes were wide open and watering. She looked straight up at Harry, silently begging him to use her. Harry braced one hand on the back of her head and started fucking her face in quick, brutal thrusts.
Hermione, meanwhile, was still recovering, but she forced herself upright and onto her knees. Her legs trembled, but she managed to kneel on the bed, watching the brutal blowjob with awe and envy. Harry caught her eye, grinned, and beckoned her closer. Hermione scooted forward on her shins until she was right next to Ginny, close enough to feel the heat rising off the other girl's flushed cheeks. Ginny's face was a bright, mottled pink, and her lips were stretched around Harry's cock. Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth down her neck. Hermione watched Ginny's gag reflex working. She saw her throat bulging each time Harry bottomed out, and she shivered, her own arousal igniting again.
Harry's breathing got ragged. He was close, and he wanted both girls ready. He pulled his cock out of Ginny's throat with a wet, squelching pop and pressed the tip against Hermione's lips. She didn't hesitate. Hermione opened wide and swallowed him, huffing her breath through her nose while her tongue swirled desperately around the shaft. Ginny, not to be outdone, leaned in too, licking Harry's balls and the sensitive strip beneath them. Her hands pawed at his thighs with desperate, greedy need.
He alternated between their mouths, shoving his cock from one to the other, using their tongues and throats to its absolute limit. Ginny and Hermione mashed their faces together, both eager to please, and both whimpering and moaning around their shared cock. When Harry's grunts turned deep and gruff, he seized a fistful of both girls' hair and yanked their heads together, cheek to cheek, so the tips of their tongues touched as they licked at the head.
"Both of you," he growled. "Get ready."
The girls scrambled to obey, kneeling upright and straight-backed with their faces pressed tight, their cheeks smooshed together, and their lips parted in a panting, open-mouthed invitation. The air was heavy with the scent of sex. Harry stood upright on the bed and started jerking himself over their faces, the thick head of his cock glistening and throbbing as he lined it up with their waiting mouths.
Harry's hand pumped up and down, and he let out a deep, feral groan. The first thick rope splattered across Ginny's cheek, painting a pearly white streak just below her eye. The second shot hit Hermione's chin, then trailed up to her mouth. Spurt after spurt decorated both their faces, dripping down Ginny's nose and lips before pooling in the cleft of her upper lip. Hermione giggled, startled by the warmth and wetness, and then opened her mouth wide for more. Harry obliged, aiming the next blast directly onto her tongue, and then painting both girls' noses with the next.
The two girls giggled with cum running down their faces and dripping onto the bed between them. It was messy and humiliating, and both Ginny and Hermione seemed to love every second of it.
Ginny stuck out her tongue to lick the cum off Hermione's cheek. Hermione giggled and returned the gesture, and soon the two girls were swirling their cummy tongues together, cleaning each other's faces and swallowing what they could. Ginny was especially greedy. She licked as much as she could off herself, then turned to Hermione and slurped what remained from her lips and chin.
Ginny's mouth was still sticky with semen when she kissed Hermione full on the lips. Their tongues entwined, and Ginny began massaging Hermione's naked tits, making her gasp and giggle once more. By the time they were done, they were a complete mess. "You girls go take a shower. I'll go get us some refreshments," he said, walking toward the kitchen while his cock bobbed with every step.
Hermione immediately bolted for the bathroom, and Ginny hurried to follow her.
The Man in Charge
Ginny and Hermione re-entered the living room, freshly scrubbed, towels barely covering their bodies, and their hair was slicked back in damp, tangled waves. Ginny's cheeks were rosy from the steam. Hermione's arms and legs were goosebumped from the cool air that hit her the moment she stepped out of the steamy bathroom. Harry looked up from his seat on the couch, and he let his gaze wander up and down their bare legs.
"You're both still dripping," Harry said, his voice low and teasing. "Come here and show me."
Hermione bit her lower lip and let her towel fall away, exposing her pale, freshly-washed skin. Her breasts were very perky and sat high on her chest. Water droplets clung to her pointed nipples and ran in rivulets over the gentle slope of her belly. Ginny blushed and let her own towel slip down her hips. Her tits were equally perky, and her nipples were just as hard. The triangle of smooth, puffy flesh between her thighs was still glistening.
Harry set his glass down and beckoned them closer. Ginny straddled his lap immediately, tossing one leg over his thighs, and Hermione perched herself on the cushion right beside them. They smelled of soap and shampoo, but the hot, musky undertone of their bodies was still there. Harry cupped Ginny's ass with both hands and pulled her flush against his naked chest. Ginny reached down between them and curled her fingers around Harry's cock, which was already hard and throbbing.
Hermione accepted her glass of wine with a shy smile. She took a delicate sip and set it aside. She watched the two of them with wide, fascinated eyes. Ginny guided Harry's cock beneath her, rubbing the tip along her slit, and then just let it rest there teasingly. Harry's free hand reached for Hermione, and he stroked her thigh. He then slipped it between her legs and slid his fingers over her damp, pink folds.
"Still sensitive?" Harry asked with a smirk, and Hermione whimpered, nodding hard. He toyed with her gently, gliding his fingertips over her clit, and Hermione squirmed, her hips rising to meet his hand.
Ginny kissed Harry and shoved her tongue into his mouth. She rocked her hips against his, but didn't let him in yet. "I can't wait to feel you inside me again," Ginny purred.
"Not before I finish with her," Harry stated and shot a look at Hermione, who turned even redder but didn't look away.
Harry's fingers never stopped teasing Hermione's tight, wet slit. Harry reached for Hermione's hand and guided it between Ginny's legs. "Feel how wet she is," Harry teased, and Hermione did, nervously slipping her finger into Ginny's heat. The girls giggled and squirmed.
Harry finished his wine in one drink and set the glass aside. He then lifted Ginny beneath her thighs, stood, and carried her back to the bed. Ginny shrieked with laughter, clinging to his neck, and Hermione followed, watching the sway of Ginny's ass in Harry's arms.
They tumbled together onto the bed, and Ginny wrapped herself around Harry's waist and rubbed her nipples against his chest, moaning loudly and unrestrained. Hermione moved quietly, kneeling on the mattress at Harry's side, and ran her hands over his shoulder and down his chest, marveling at the heat and texture of his skin. She bent and kissed him shyly, just at the corner of his mouth. Ginny giggled and nipped gently at Hermione's ear.
Harry moved Ginny off of him, rolled onto his back, and dragged Hermione with him so she straddled his hips, her knees on either side. For a moment, Hermione just looked down at him, her hands resting on his chest. Her breath was fast and shaky. Then Harry reached down and lined himself up with her dripping entrance, and Hermione lowered herself onto him, moaning helplessly as he stretched her.
Ginny lay beside them, one hand between her own legs, and the other stroking Hermione's back as she bounced gently on Harry's cock. Harry gripped Hermione's hips, thrusting up into her and making her moan. Ginny, not content to just watch, sat up on her knees, leaned over, and sucked Hermione's nipples, biting lightly at the puffy tips until Hermione cried out, her body trembling.
The sex was slower this time. It was sensual and almost tender, with all three of their hands and tongues roaming. Ginny and Hermione kept kissing, sometimes soft, sometimes ferocious, and Harry alternated between watching them and closing his eyes in bliss.
When Hermione came, it was sudden and intense, and her nails clawed at Harry's shoulders as her hips jerked and she screamed his name. Her pussy clenched tight around him, and Harry groaned, trying to hold back. Ginny reached over and kissed Hermione's face, whispering, "Good girl," while she stroked her hair. When Hermione finally collapsed forward, Harry rolled her gently off his body and turned to Ginny, who was already on her knees, ready for her turn.
Ginny mounted him with no hesitation, riding him hard and fast, desperate to reach her own orgasm with single-minded purpose. Harry gripped her waist, and his fingers dug into her flesh. Ginny's face twisted in pleasure as she rode him to her own climax. When she came, her whole body shook, and she screamed. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and all she could do was continue to jerk her hips, hoping Harry would reward her with another creamy load.
Harry held out until Ginny had finished. He then yanked her down and kissed her hard as his own orgasm hit. His hips jerked up off the bed as he spilled inside her. Ginny shuddered and clung to Harry as her insides were flooded with hot, sticky cum. Once cum was overflowing from her still-cumming pussy, she rolled off him.
All three were wrapped together on the bed, catching their breath. Hermione and Ginny couldn't stop giggling, and Harry just smiled, his arms around both girls. Hermione drew little shapes on Harry's stomach and turned to Ginny, grinning shyly. "You were right," she whispered. "This is really fun."
Ginny bit her lip, then kissed her slowly and sweetly. They spent the rest of the night dozing, waking, and fucking each other senseless until the sun began to creep through the windows.