Fic: The Back Room (Fred/Hermione/George)
TITLE: The Back Room
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: A small explosion at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes causes a little bit of a problem for Hermione. With two horny redheads on her hands, what is a girl to do?
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Fred/Hermione/George)
STATUS: Complete - 2,915 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for hp_intoxicated. Thanks to d_andru & freakingcrups for beta-reading. Originally posted here.
*~*
Hermione Granger pushed open the heavy wooden door to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and stepped into the sudden brightness of the colourful joke shop. Standing still, she allowed her eyes to adjust to the dazzling displays.
Fred and George had outdone themselves in recent months. The joke shop was filled to the brim with brand new products and looked absolutely spectacular.
Clearly, Hermione was not the only one with this opinion - the shop was utterly packed. The blend of individuals that filled the store was a diverse mix of post-workday professionals, Hogwarts students and a smattering of couples, the latter undoubtedly biding their time before an early dinner at the Leaky Cauldron. Packed was the word. Even after scanning the noisy area a couple of times, Hermione was hard pressed to see the Weasley twins anywhere.
Skimming the crowd once more, Hermione’s eyes came to rest on Lee Jordan’s familiar frame behind the counter. His hair was a tousled, dreadlocked mess and he wore neon green robes with bright yellow polka dots. It was the most hideous thing Hermione had ever seen, but it had its desired effect - she could not stop smiling. Hermione walked towards him, weaving through customers with a singular purpose.
“Lee!” she shouted when she was close enough.
His eyes found hers and he waved. “Hey, Hermione!”
“Are Fred and George in? I brought the supplies they needed.”
Lee pointed towards the back of the shop. “Yeah, they’re experimenting in the back room.”
Hermione gave him the thumbs up. “Thanks!”
Pushing through the crowd, Hermione managed to slip out the back door and into the second half of the joke shop that customers rarely saw. It was a large room, dominated by a long waist-high table. The walls were lined with hundreds of shelves, each one packed tight with glass jars that held ingredients of all shapes and sizes. Hermione was pretty sure the Weasley twins’ supplies outnumbered even Snape’s private stores.
The redheads Hermione sought were standing at the large centre table. A small cauldron sat on the surface between them and they were both hunched over a potion that was emitting soft clouds of blue smoke. It smelt like rain on a warm summer afternoon.
Breathing in appreciatively, Hermione shut the door behind her and strolled into the room. “Hey guys, I got the beetle eyes you wanted. I also picked up some other potions ingredients since I was already in-” Hermione trailed off as the potion started to spark and sputter. “What’s wrong?”
“Uh... we might have a slight problem.” Fred began cheerfully.
“Slight is a bit of an understatement,” George agreed. “Major problem, really.”
“How major?” Hermione pressed determinedly. “What is that?”
“Well, we were working on a love potion-”
“-but that’s the wrong colour-”
“-completely wrong colour-”
“-I never added the beetle eyes because we were waiting for you-”
“-we forgot the unicorn hair-”
“-stirred once instead of twice-”
“-I don’t think you stirred at all-”
“-you should probably get out of here, Hermione-”
“-before it’s too late-”
BANG!
All three of them hit the floor and covered their heads as the potion exploded.
“Bloody hell!” Fred exclaimed.
Hermione opened her eyes to see a massive cloud of bright blue smoke gathering in a gigantic plume on the ceiling.
“What is that?” Hermione demanded as the cloud continued to grow and spread.
“Um-”
“-not really too sure.”
“-it’s blue-”
“-it has to be a lust potion-”
“What?” Hermione gaped.
“It’s a bit more potent than that though-”
“It’s supposed to be liquid-”
“-it’s supposed to be a love potion-”
Hermione sneezed as some of the smoke crept up her nostrils. “How potent are we talking here?”
George looked at her strangely. “Can’t talk now Hermione. I’m suddenly finding you amazingly fit.” He looked at Fred and grinned broadly. “This is amazing. The effect was almost instantaneous. We should sell this!”
“I don’t know whether to be offended or not.” Hermione coughed again and waved some of the smoke away from her face. “Is this toxic? Should I leave?”
“I probably wouldn’t. Who knows what the effects are or how easily it will slip from person to person. You open that door and it could contaminate the entire store.” George stood up, grabbed his notebook and flipped to a new page. He looked at Hermione with his pen posed. “How are you? Feeling any dizziness, nausea?”
Fred patted the tabletop invitingly. “Up on the research bench please, Miss Granger.”
There was something far too sexual about that demand. Or maybe it was just the potion starting to take effect.
Standing, Hermione sighed and sat down as they indicated. “I feel fine. Nothing is really all that different. Except for being inside a blue cloud that smells like spring.”
Fred sniffed. “Smells like Christmas to me.”
George nodded and scribbled across the page. “Then it’s definitely exhibiting the same components as a love potion.”
“Any odd feelings?” Fred prompted. “You’re not suddenly in love with me, are you?”
Hermione laughed. “No.”
But now that she thought about it, Fred and George did suddenly seem a little different. It was almost as though she had never really looked at them before. Had they always been this tall? Hermione could have sworn neither of them even had muscle, but now, she wasn’t so sure.
Hermione had never ever had a crush on the Weasley twins. They were always just Ron and Ginny’s crazy older brothers that she never had much to do with. The idea of seeing them naked and actually liking what she saw was laughable.
Or... it used to be.
Hermione blinked and then blinked again. “I think this smoke is kicking in. Either that or it’s a placebo, and I’m talking myself into it.”
Fred was rubbing his eyes. “You’re definitely not talking yourself into it.”
His words sunk in.
“Wait,” George joked, “are you saying that you find me sexually attractive, Fred?”
“I’m saying that whatever this smoke is, it’s working.” Fred paused. “I’m also thinking that having sex with you would be like having sex with myself.”
Hermione blinked. “Wait, when did this start becoming about sex?”
Fred crossed his arms and glared at his twin. “When George accused me of finding him sexually attractive.”
“Do you find him sexually attractive?” Hermione asked curiously. “I mean, you’re twins; you’ve done everything together, right?”
Fred and George shared a look. Hermione’s mind went straight to the gutter without collecting two hundred dollars.
“We’ve shared girls before,” Fred admitted.
If she had been standing, Hermione would have argued with the Wizengamot that her knees buckled. It must have showed on her face because the boys exchanged a sly glance.
“Do you... want to have sex with us, Hermione?” George asked.
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Whoa.” Five minutes ago, Hermione would have answered that with a resounding ‘no’. Now she felt as if she was being backed into a lust-filled corner, and her lust-filled brain was more than a little intrigued by the idea.
Her nipples pebbled as she considered the possibilities. The sex would undoubtedly be incredible, second to none. The mere idea had her almost salivating. But it was an undeniably bad idea. A horrible idea. She couldn’t have sex with Fred and George- could she?
Hermione swallowed. “Can you repeat the question?”
“She’s stalling,” Fred smiled.
“Undoubtedly.” George agreed.
“I’m not stalling, I’m just-” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as even more of that beautiful blue smoke wafted up her nostrils. “Screw it,” she whispered, “let’s do this.”
They didn’t wait for her to change her mind, and they didn’t ask her if she was sure. Instead, they swapped one of those knowing smiles boys often share.
Then, they pursued her.
A step was all it took to bring Fred close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his body. She tilted her head back and peered up at him, licking her dry lips as anticipation lit a fire in her stomach. Big hands rested on the curve of her waist and Fred swooped forward and claimed her lips possessively.
With two sets of hands and a lust potion in the equation, her robes went flying in record speed, not that she could protest with Fred’s mouth plastered to hers. He kissed her and she forgot everything except the pleasure racing through her body.
While Fred’s lips clung to hers, George did his part, kneeling on the table behind her, his hands sweeping her hair aside to plant hot kisses on her nape. Shivers ran down her spine as he located her sensitive spots and sucked them.
But their mouths weren’t the only busy things. Their hands roamed her body, tickling her skin with their rough texture, rasping along her tight nipples, stroking across her stomach.
Fred’s body pressed against her thighs, which spread wide to accommodate him. He inserted his still clothed body between them, the hard bulge of his cock pressing against her. Firm hands gripped her by the waist and held her while he rubbed against her. Moisture pooled in her pussy along with intense arousal. She panted against his mouth as soft mewling cries escaped her. She clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into the hard muscle as her pleasure built at their simple, yet erotic, touches.
George slid off the table and stepped up beside Fred. He laid his hand on her knee and slowly dragged it up the smooth skin of her thigh. Her legs shook as Fred added his hand to her other leg.
“Feel okay?” George asked cockily. “Any odd symptoms?”
“Shut up,” Hermione panted, “I don’t give a damn about the stupid potion.”
“Hmm. Wantonness,” Fred observed.
“An odd side effect.”
“What should we do about it?”
“I think we should make her come-”
“-it could satisfy the lust-”
Simultaneously, Fred and George rubbed at the bundle of nerve endings hidden in her folds. Her knees spread even further on their own accord and her head fell back on the arm George had stretched around her shoulders.
They worked their middle fingers along her soaking slit and played at her entrance. Hermione’s panting cries got heavier and louder.
George looked at Fred and nodded. They pressed into her together, stretching her tight sheath. Her pussy gripped them as they finger-fucked her. Her nipples stood at attention, desperate to be sucked.
“I... please... I...”
“What? What do you need?”
“To come,” she shouted.
“Then come,” George whispered.
She exploded around their fingers, arching her back, her butt slipping off the edge of the table. Only George and Fred’s fingers still inside her kept her from falling on the floor.
Hermione collapsed as her body came down from the intense orgasm they had given her.
“Fucking gorgeous,” George whispered, lips trailing over her neck and collarbones.
He pulled her off the edge of the worktable and Fred slipped behind her, sandwiching her between them. His stiff cock prodded her backside through his pants. His hand brushed the nape of her neck, shifting her hair out of the way, so he could kiss her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access.
“Take your clothes off,” Hermione whispered, tugging at George’s shirt. “I want to see you both.”
Shreds of clothing went flying.
Hermione laughed. She stepped forward and held her arms out to George who slid into them, clasping her nude body against his, his hands sliding from her waist to her arse cheeks, squeezing them. Fred slid in behind her and pressed his hard body against her backside.
Behind her, Fred fell away and she heard the sound of a drawer opening. George latched his mouth onto hers and gripped her arse cheeks, spreading them. She wondered why until she felt a finger covered in some sort of slippery liquid rubbing at her rosette.
Clenching against the intrusion was a natural reaction for Hermione, but it didn’t seem to bother Fred, who worked his finger slowly into her tight ring. George’s hand found her clit and he pinched it before rubbing it. Soon, they both had her rocking her hips back against Fred’s finger.
The finger in her arse was joined by a second, and she gasped at the tight stretching feel of it. As if sensing her uncertainty, George’s lips left hers and found her taut nipples. He engulfed one, sucking hard while the finger on her clit rotated faster.
In no time at all, she found herself pushing back against the duel penetrating digits, the discomfort gone and excitement taking its place.
Fred’s hands slid up her buttocks to settle around her waist. Lifting her with effortless ease, he held her up over George’s groin. She braced herself with her hands on George’s chest and forced her shaky legs to straddle his hips, holding her vagina just above the broad, head of his erection. Hermione smiled as Fred grabbed hold of her shoulders and pushed her down. She sighed as George disappeared inside her.
Seated to the hilt, Fred’s hand pressed between her shoulder blades and soon she was pinned against George’s chest.
George framed her face. He devoured her mouth. Cupping her breast, he flipped a thumb over the nipple. Immediately, she arched against him, rubbing her nipples against his chest.
Fred’s hand was tracing down her spine, placing hot kisses along her neck and shoulders. She whimpered lightly as his slicked finger re-worked its way into her arse. She had never been taken like this before, but between the lust potion and the heated desire coursing through her body, she was more than willing to take anything the boys could give her.
“Starting to feel better?” Fred asked quietly.
“Yes,” Hermione panted, arching back against his touch, loving the feel of George, so thick and full inside of her. She draped her arms around George’s neck and buried her face into his shoulder as Fred worked three fingers inside of her. By the time it reached that point, both George and Hermione were breathing hard.
“C’mon Fred,” George panted. “This is killing me. I need to move.”
Knowing what was coming next; Hermione buried her face in George’s neck and sucked at the skin there as he stroked her back and whispered soothing words in her ear. Fred positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance of Hermione’s ass and slowly pushed through the tight muscle until his cock was buried deep. They both stilled to give her time to adjust to the double penetration.
Hermione grunted at the sensation, so full, so tight, and so incredible. She panted against George's neck as Fred started to move in and out in a slow steady rhythm.
“Are you okay?” Fred asked.
“Yes, it hurt at first, but now it feels so good.” Hermione dug her nails into George’s shoulder and wiggled against him.
“Don’t move like that,” George panted. “I’m trying to stay in control here and you’re making it hard.”
“I don’t want it easy.” Hermione wiggled again. “I want you to fuck me hard, both of you.”
Fred and George groaned as they gave into her demands, finding a rhythm that was fast and hard. Hermione held on for dear life as the pleasure built inside her. She was close. Her orgasm was near.
Hermione screamed their names and a resounding, “Yes, oh fuck yes!”
Her orgasm grabbed hold, and it was like the Titanic, the mother of all releases as she fucked them faster and wilder, her body undulating like never before.
She screamed again as her entrances clenched around their cocks. The finish was near but the end wasn’t close enough, as their bodies swayed in tandem. Cocks twitched inside her. Oh hell and Merlin, she was hooked on bliss, and this was sex in its rawest form. Pure and exquisite, uncut and perfect.
The last orgasm came for her. She held fast to the cocks vibrating inside her, clenching around their dicks as they guided her.
Fred pounded inside her hole. George made a final surge. And their bodies found one final quake, trembling together until there was nothing left for any of them to give.
“Oh my God, yes!” she exclaimed, bucking and riding, grinding and fucking. Fred fell against Hermione’s back moments later and George’s chest carried the weight of them both.
Exhausted, she collapsed against George’s body and whispered against his skin, “I definitely think you should sell this to the public.”
END
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: A small explosion at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes causes a little bit of a problem for Hermione. With two horny redheads on her hands, what is a girl to do?
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Fred/Hermione/George)
STATUS: Complete - 2,915 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for hp_intoxicated. Thanks to d_andru & freakingcrups for beta-reading. Originally posted here.
*~*
Hermione Granger pushed open the heavy wooden door to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and stepped into the sudden brightness of the colourful joke shop. Standing still, she allowed her eyes to adjust to the dazzling displays.
Fred and George had outdone themselves in recent months. The joke shop was filled to the brim with brand new products and looked absolutely spectacular.
Clearly, Hermione was not the only one with this opinion - the shop was utterly packed. The blend of individuals that filled the store was a diverse mix of post-workday professionals, Hogwarts students and a smattering of couples, the latter undoubtedly biding their time before an early dinner at the Leaky Cauldron. Packed was the word. Even after scanning the noisy area a couple of times, Hermione was hard pressed to see the Weasley twins anywhere.
Skimming the crowd once more, Hermione’s eyes came to rest on Lee Jordan’s familiar frame behind the counter. His hair was a tousled, dreadlocked mess and he wore neon green robes with bright yellow polka dots. It was the most hideous thing Hermione had ever seen, but it had its desired effect - she could not stop smiling. Hermione walked towards him, weaving through customers with a singular purpose.
“Lee!” she shouted when she was close enough.
His eyes found hers and he waved. “Hey, Hermione!”
“Are Fred and George in? I brought the supplies they needed.”
Lee pointed towards the back of the shop. “Yeah, they’re experimenting in the back room.”
Hermione gave him the thumbs up. “Thanks!”
Pushing through the crowd, Hermione managed to slip out the back door and into the second half of the joke shop that customers rarely saw. It was a large room, dominated by a long waist-high table. The walls were lined with hundreds of shelves, each one packed tight with glass jars that held ingredients of all shapes and sizes. Hermione was pretty sure the Weasley twins’ supplies outnumbered even Snape’s private stores.
The redheads Hermione sought were standing at the large centre table. A small cauldron sat on the surface between them and they were both hunched over a potion that was emitting soft clouds of blue smoke. It smelt like rain on a warm summer afternoon.
Breathing in appreciatively, Hermione shut the door behind her and strolled into the room. “Hey guys, I got the beetle eyes you wanted. I also picked up some other potions ingredients since I was already in-” Hermione trailed off as the potion started to spark and sputter. “What’s wrong?”
“Uh... we might have a slight problem.” Fred began cheerfully.
“Slight is a bit of an understatement,” George agreed. “Major problem, really.”
“How major?” Hermione pressed determinedly. “What is that?”
“Well, we were working on a love potion-”
“-but that’s the wrong colour-”
“-completely wrong colour-”
“-I never added the beetle eyes because we were waiting for you-”
“-we forgot the unicorn hair-”
“-stirred once instead of twice-”
“-I don’t think you stirred at all-”
“-you should probably get out of here, Hermione-”
“-before it’s too late-”
BANG!
All three of them hit the floor and covered their heads as the potion exploded.
“Bloody hell!” Fred exclaimed.
Hermione opened her eyes to see a massive cloud of bright blue smoke gathering in a gigantic plume on the ceiling.
“What is that?” Hermione demanded as the cloud continued to grow and spread.
“Um-”
“-not really too sure.”
“-it’s blue-”
“-it has to be a lust potion-”
“What?” Hermione gaped.
“It’s a bit more potent than that though-”
“It’s supposed to be liquid-”
“-it’s supposed to be a love potion-”
Hermione sneezed as some of the smoke crept up her nostrils. “How potent are we talking here?”
George looked at her strangely. “Can’t talk now Hermione. I’m suddenly finding you amazingly fit.” He looked at Fred and grinned broadly. “This is amazing. The effect was almost instantaneous. We should sell this!”
“I don’t know whether to be offended or not.” Hermione coughed again and waved some of the smoke away from her face. “Is this toxic? Should I leave?”
“I probably wouldn’t. Who knows what the effects are or how easily it will slip from person to person. You open that door and it could contaminate the entire store.” George stood up, grabbed his notebook and flipped to a new page. He looked at Hermione with his pen posed. “How are you? Feeling any dizziness, nausea?”
Fred patted the tabletop invitingly. “Up on the research bench please, Miss Granger.”
There was something far too sexual about that demand. Or maybe it was just the potion starting to take effect.
Standing, Hermione sighed and sat down as they indicated. “I feel fine. Nothing is really all that different. Except for being inside a blue cloud that smells like spring.”
Fred sniffed. “Smells like Christmas to me.”
George nodded and scribbled across the page. “Then it’s definitely exhibiting the same components as a love potion.”
“Any odd feelings?” Fred prompted. “You’re not suddenly in love with me, are you?”
Hermione laughed. “No.”
But now that she thought about it, Fred and George did suddenly seem a little different. It was almost as though she had never really looked at them before. Had they always been this tall? Hermione could have sworn neither of them even had muscle, but now, she wasn’t so sure.
Hermione had never ever had a crush on the Weasley twins. They were always just Ron and Ginny’s crazy older brothers that she never had much to do with. The idea of seeing them naked and actually liking what she saw was laughable.
Or... it used to be.
Hermione blinked and then blinked again. “I think this smoke is kicking in. Either that or it’s a placebo, and I’m talking myself into it.”
Fred was rubbing his eyes. “You’re definitely not talking yourself into it.”
His words sunk in.
“Wait,” George joked, “are you saying that you find me sexually attractive, Fred?”
“I’m saying that whatever this smoke is, it’s working.” Fred paused. “I’m also thinking that having sex with you would be like having sex with myself.”
Hermione blinked. “Wait, when did this start becoming about sex?”
Fred crossed his arms and glared at his twin. “When George accused me of finding him sexually attractive.”
“Do you find him sexually attractive?” Hermione asked curiously. “I mean, you’re twins; you’ve done everything together, right?”
Fred and George shared a look. Hermione’s mind went straight to the gutter without collecting two hundred dollars.
“We’ve shared girls before,” Fred admitted.
If she had been standing, Hermione would have argued with the Wizengamot that her knees buckled. It must have showed on her face because the boys exchanged a sly glance.
“Do you... want to have sex with us, Hermione?” George asked.
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Whoa.” Five minutes ago, Hermione would have answered that with a resounding ‘no’. Now she felt as if she was being backed into a lust-filled corner, and her lust-filled brain was more than a little intrigued by the idea.
Her nipples pebbled as she considered the possibilities. The sex would undoubtedly be incredible, second to none. The mere idea had her almost salivating. But it was an undeniably bad idea. A horrible idea. She couldn’t have sex with Fred and George- could she?
Hermione swallowed. “Can you repeat the question?”
“She’s stalling,” Fred smiled.
“Undoubtedly.” George agreed.
“I’m not stalling, I’m just-” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as even more of that beautiful blue smoke wafted up her nostrils. “Screw it,” she whispered, “let’s do this.”
They didn’t wait for her to change her mind, and they didn’t ask her if she was sure. Instead, they swapped one of those knowing smiles boys often share.
Then, they pursued her.
A step was all it took to bring Fred close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his body. She tilted her head back and peered up at him, licking her dry lips as anticipation lit a fire in her stomach. Big hands rested on the curve of her waist and Fred swooped forward and claimed her lips possessively.
With two sets of hands and a lust potion in the equation, her robes went flying in record speed, not that she could protest with Fred’s mouth plastered to hers. He kissed her and she forgot everything except the pleasure racing through her body.
While Fred’s lips clung to hers, George did his part, kneeling on the table behind her, his hands sweeping her hair aside to plant hot kisses on her nape. Shivers ran down her spine as he located her sensitive spots and sucked them.
But their mouths weren’t the only busy things. Their hands roamed her body, tickling her skin with their rough texture, rasping along her tight nipples, stroking across her stomach.
Fred’s body pressed against her thighs, which spread wide to accommodate him. He inserted his still clothed body between them, the hard bulge of his cock pressing against her. Firm hands gripped her by the waist and held her while he rubbed against her. Moisture pooled in her pussy along with intense arousal. She panted against his mouth as soft mewling cries escaped her. She clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into the hard muscle as her pleasure built at their simple, yet erotic, touches.
George slid off the table and stepped up beside Fred. He laid his hand on her knee and slowly dragged it up the smooth skin of her thigh. Her legs shook as Fred added his hand to her other leg.
“Feel okay?” George asked cockily. “Any odd symptoms?”
“Shut up,” Hermione panted, “I don’t give a damn about the stupid potion.”
“Hmm. Wantonness,” Fred observed.
“An odd side effect.”
“What should we do about it?”
“I think we should make her come-”
“-it could satisfy the lust-”
Simultaneously, Fred and George rubbed at the bundle of nerve endings hidden in her folds. Her knees spread even further on their own accord and her head fell back on the arm George had stretched around her shoulders.
They worked their middle fingers along her soaking slit and played at her entrance. Hermione’s panting cries got heavier and louder.
George looked at Fred and nodded. They pressed into her together, stretching her tight sheath. Her pussy gripped them as they finger-fucked her. Her nipples stood at attention, desperate to be sucked.
“I... please... I...”
“What? What do you need?”
“To come,” she shouted.
“Then come,” George whispered.
She exploded around their fingers, arching her back, her butt slipping off the edge of the table. Only George and Fred’s fingers still inside her kept her from falling on the floor.
Hermione collapsed as her body came down from the intense orgasm they had given her.
“Fucking gorgeous,” George whispered, lips trailing over her neck and collarbones.
He pulled her off the edge of the worktable and Fred slipped behind her, sandwiching her between them. His stiff cock prodded her backside through his pants. His hand brushed the nape of her neck, shifting her hair out of the way, so he could kiss her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access.
“Take your clothes off,” Hermione whispered, tugging at George’s shirt. “I want to see you both.”
Shreds of clothing went flying.
Hermione laughed. She stepped forward and held her arms out to George who slid into them, clasping her nude body against his, his hands sliding from her waist to her arse cheeks, squeezing them. Fred slid in behind her and pressed his hard body against her backside.
Behind her, Fred fell away and she heard the sound of a drawer opening. George latched his mouth onto hers and gripped her arse cheeks, spreading them. She wondered why until she felt a finger covered in some sort of slippery liquid rubbing at her rosette.
Clenching against the intrusion was a natural reaction for Hermione, but it didn’t seem to bother Fred, who worked his finger slowly into her tight ring. George’s hand found her clit and he pinched it before rubbing it. Soon, they both had her rocking her hips back against Fred’s finger.
The finger in her arse was joined by a second, and she gasped at the tight stretching feel of it. As if sensing her uncertainty, George’s lips left hers and found her taut nipples. He engulfed one, sucking hard while the finger on her clit rotated faster.
In no time at all, she found herself pushing back against the duel penetrating digits, the discomfort gone and excitement taking its place.
Fred’s hands slid up her buttocks to settle around her waist. Lifting her with effortless ease, he held her up over George’s groin. She braced herself with her hands on George’s chest and forced her shaky legs to straddle his hips, holding her vagina just above the broad, head of his erection. Hermione smiled as Fred grabbed hold of her shoulders and pushed her down. She sighed as George disappeared inside her.
Seated to the hilt, Fred’s hand pressed between her shoulder blades and soon she was pinned against George’s chest.
George framed her face. He devoured her mouth. Cupping her breast, he flipped a thumb over the nipple. Immediately, she arched against him, rubbing her nipples against his chest.
Fred’s hand was tracing down her spine, placing hot kisses along her neck and shoulders. She whimpered lightly as his slicked finger re-worked its way into her arse. She had never been taken like this before, but between the lust potion and the heated desire coursing through her body, she was more than willing to take anything the boys could give her.
“Starting to feel better?” Fred asked quietly.
“Yes,” Hermione panted, arching back against his touch, loving the feel of George, so thick and full inside of her. She draped her arms around George’s neck and buried her face into his shoulder as Fred worked three fingers inside of her. By the time it reached that point, both George and Hermione were breathing hard.
“C’mon Fred,” George panted. “This is killing me. I need to move.”
Knowing what was coming next; Hermione buried her face in George’s neck and sucked at the skin there as he stroked her back and whispered soothing words in her ear. Fred positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance of Hermione’s ass and slowly pushed through the tight muscle until his cock was buried deep. They both stilled to give her time to adjust to the double penetration.
Hermione grunted at the sensation, so full, so tight, and so incredible. She panted against George's neck as Fred started to move in and out in a slow steady rhythm.
“Are you okay?” Fred asked.
“Yes, it hurt at first, but now it feels so good.” Hermione dug her nails into George’s shoulder and wiggled against him.
“Don’t move like that,” George panted. “I’m trying to stay in control here and you’re making it hard.”
“I don’t want it easy.” Hermione wiggled again. “I want you to fuck me hard, both of you.”
Fred and George groaned as they gave into her demands, finding a rhythm that was fast and hard. Hermione held on for dear life as the pleasure built inside her. She was close. Her orgasm was near.
Hermione screamed their names and a resounding, “Yes, oh fuck yes!”
Her orgasm grabbed hold, and it was like the Titanic, the mother of all releases as she fucked them faster and wilder, her body undulating like never before.
She screamed again as her entrances clenched around their cocks. The finish was near but the end wasn’t close enough, as their bodies swayed in tandem. Cocks twitched inside her. Oh hell and Merlin, she was hooked on bliss, and this was sex in its rawest form. Pure and exquisite, uncut and perfect.
The last orgasm came for her. She held fast to the cocks vibrating inside her, clenching around their dicks as they guided her.
Fred pounded inside her hole. George made a final surge. And their bodies found one final quake, trembling together until there was nothing left for any of them to give.
“Oh my God, yes!” she exclaimed, bucking and riding, grinding and fucking. Fred fell against Hermione’s back moments later and George’s chest carried the weight of them both.
Exhausted, she collapsed against George’s body and whispered against his skin, “I definitely think you should sell this to the public.”
END