Fic: Ron/Hermione/Pansy, NC-17 (3/?)
“Cor.”
Yup. That’s all I was able to say after that blow job. I remember shivering ridiculously after coming, well, because Hermione had crawled up to my chest and had begun playing with my nipples, and Parkinson wouldn’t leave my cock alone.
“Weasley, now I understand why you acted like a complete knob at Hogwarts,” the bint said while stroking my still-hard prick. “This is something to be proud of.”
Hogwarts? That’s the name of the school we all came from. Yeah, it’s a pretty weird name. It’s right up Scotland, I think. It takes a long time to get there. We usually went by train but there was one time Harry and I went by flying car and it was awesome.
Flying car. Come again? No, I’m not yet drunk! Yes I can bloody well hold my liquor, you’re talking to a Weasley here! Let’s just get back to the story okay?
“I bet you were scared shitless the first time you saw it, eh, Granger?” Parkinson continued talking and stroking, but had lifted her head to look at me and Hermione. I sneered at her. My wife just giggled and burrowed her face into the crook of my neck.
Well, in fairness to Parkinson, Hermione was kind of scared the first time she saw it. She kept asking me if it was normal, if boys really looked like that. I told her, well from what I’ve seen from five brothers and four roommates, pricks are pretty much like mine only a bit smaller. Hah. Except Neville’s of course, but that’s just insane, Neville’s equipment. Hermione didn’t want to believe me about that thing with Neville, but then I told her we should stop talking about Neville and get on with the-yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it. Git.
So Parkinson, the one with the smirk plastered on her face for all time.
“Did you pull out a ruler and ask to measure it?” She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the precome leaking out from my slit. I groaned. That stud caused a sensation like no other I wondered if Hermione would like it if I got her one for her birthday. “Were you scared it wouldn’t fit?”
“Pansy,” Hermione mumbled, her face still near my neck. “Shut up for a moment. I suggest you save your energy.”
To me, my wife whispered. “Love you, darling. Play along with me, all right?”
I could only whimper my agreement because, well, Hermione was planning something and that turned me on like nobody’s business. Plus, Parkinson had put half of my cock in her dirty mouth.
“I’m to call the shots right, Parkinson?” Hermione cocked an eyebrow at the girl sucking my prick.
Parkinson released my cock with a pop and looked at my wife expectantly. I groaned. “Get back to what you were doing, woman!”
“Ron, shut up. I promise you’ll like this.”
So I shut up and closed my eyes. My wife and I, we’ve been friends for ages and I’ve learned to trust her. It wasn’t easy at first. She’s a right swot, after all, and what do swots know about life? But she’s really brilliant, Hermione, so I mostly do what she tells me to.
“Pansy, come over and straddle my husband,” she said as she grasped my cock in her hand. I gulped, because even if I’m not the brightest bulb in the store I had an idea of what was coming next.
“Just like this, Granger?” Parkinson asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. My eyes were still closed but I felt the bed shift under me. “Should I arrange my legs just so? One on either side of your very fit husband?”
“Yes. Just like that-wait inch up a bit. There.” I heard the satisfaction in my wife’s voice. Hermione gripped my cock a bit harder, wrenching a groan out of my throat. “Ronald, I need you to open your eyes.”
And so I did. The sight that greeted me was bizarrely arousing. Here was another woman-not just any other but Malfoy’s ex-girlfriend-
Yes, Malfoy, Malfoy, Harry’s boyfriend. Yes, they’re poofs. But yeah, Parkinson and Malfoy dated briefly when we were in school. I don’t know when Harry bloody first realized he’s a shirtlifter, d’you want to wake’m up and ask him? Are you sure you want to really here what happened during my birthday? You keep asking about all the silly stuff that don’t matter. Yeah right you just want to get your facts straight.
So, it was Parkinson, and although she’s right fit, those knockers are to die for, she’s still the Ferret’s lackey and it’s hard to erase years of dislike. Yeah, even if she has a tongue stud and gives spectacular blowjobs.
But all of those reservations? They went flying out of my mind the moment she slid onto my cock.
“Bloody buggering hell!”
That was me. I don’t know just when my wife had released my cock and signaled Parkinson to go ride, but when the bint did oh did I see stars. She was hot and wet, just like cunts are supposed to be, not as tight as my Hermione, but boy could she grind. My breathing hitched from sheer pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Parkinson, just like that.”
“Shut your trap, Weasley, and help out with your hips!” Why do bossy bints turn me on?
“You know, Ronald,” that was my wife, sweet darling woman who thought of all of this, Merlin do I love her, “you’re mouth is really filthy. Maybe you need a bit of punishment?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“But maybe we could do that next time. For now, just watch.”
Watch what, I was going to ask, but then Hermione bent a bit and suckled one of Parkinson’s tits in her mouth. Sweet Mother of-
“Oh, fuck Granger, do that again.” Parkinson went crazy riding my cock.
Hold on, let me just… there. That’s better-no I did not just grope myself in front of you! Don’t tell me you’re not getting hard listening to this story! Maybe you’re the poofter!
Okay, let’s not fight anymore, yeah? Let’s get on to the really good part. Uhuh. It gets even better.
So Parkinson was riding me like her life depended on it, and Hermione was sucking and fondling her tits, and frankly, between the feeling of being ridden like that and the sight of my wife enjoying another woman’s breasts, I was ready and willing to shoot my load any moment then. But of course my brilliant wife had other ideas.
“Ron, please don’t come yet.”
So I nodded my head. And that’s when Hermione lifted her leg and straddled my face.
“You know what to do. I’m so very close Ron, please help.”
“Shit Granger, you kinky bugger,” that was Parkinson. But whatever she was going to say was muffled by my randy wife’s kiss.