Harry heard the doorbell ring as he was laying the table. He knew exactly who was waiting at the door and what hour it was without even looking at his watch. Harry inhaled deeply and pulled himself upright. Usually, the person at the door would've simply been invited inside after quickly knocking twice. He would just knocked and come in when it was expected of him, which is tonight. It seems he thought this night would be different from all the others and that everything would be completely different.
"Hi, Ron," Harry greeted him as he pulled open the door. Ginny made everything work out. Hermione had a good idea to approach Ginny and set up a threesome with her brother, but she had to work hard to convince Ron not to show up with a camera because they aren't going to be filming this; Harry merely wanted to ease Hermione's and Ron's pain from a few weeks earlier.
"Harry," Ron nodded his head and spoke. "How are you?" It seemed appropriate, albeit the two men rarely interacted in such a formal manner.
"I'm doing fine. I'm glad you could attend". Harry moved aside and opened the door for Ron. "Hermione is in the cooking area. She went above and beyond, cooking and all." Ron's eyebrow went up. Harry was the house cook on a daily basis, so seeing Hermione inside the kitchen was very unusual. "Have you, uh, agreed yet?" Harry raked his fingers throughout his hair and shifted restlessly before asking.
Ron got out a chair and gestured for Harry to have a seat. "You've got a week to consider it. Will there be an issue if I do? Will that alter our friendship with each other?"
Harry leaned forward and folded his hands on the table. "You and I have known each other for almost twenty years, Ron. I will always chat to you endlessly, and you will be the best man at my wedding. Do I feel a little uneasy about this? Yes, it does, but only because I'm unsure of what to anticipate". Harry stopped and ran a hand back through his hair. "If it really concerns me, I'm going to let you known."
Ron stood up and touched Harry on the shoulder. "You are a good friend." Giving Harry a quick pat on the back, he made his way to the kitchen. He took a moment to admire Hermione as he stood in the doorway. Her light brown, short wavy hair was styled around her head and pulled up in combs decorated with ribbons that complemented her party dress, which featured a tiered skirt topped with a lacy overlay. He reached her on feline feet just after she had taken the croissants out of the oven. "You look very lovely this evening," he murmured behind her.
She blushed a little when she turned to look at him. She smiled at him, a little uncomfortable, and took his cheek kiss. "Thank you, Ron." She gave him a cheek kiss and accepted the bottle of whiskey he held out to her. "You look very handsome as well."
Hermione nearly dropped the wine bottle as the oven alarm went off. "A little anxious?" Ron questioned.
"A bit?"
"Tell you what, please give me a task so we can finish dinner. Later on, everything else will work itself out." She handed him a bowl of salad.
"Here you go. Thanks." Dinner was a delightful affair, he grinned. Hermione managed to follow their conversation about Quidditch as long as they limited their discussion to the standings at that point. She updated them on the events occurring within the Ministry. All of them studiously avoided talking about their purpose for being there.
Grabbing her napkin, Hermione held it up to her chin. She put the strawberry wrapped in half-eaten chocolate back on her plate and brushed away the cream which had run down her mouth and over her clothes. Ron was really struggling not to chuckle. She made an effort not to cry. She got up from the table and nearly dashed to the powder room.
She muttered, "Damn!" as she examined the stain on her dress. Her v-neck's lace was heavily stained with a mixture of cream and strawberry juice. Despite her best efforts, it resisted being removed. Tears of frustration welled up at the back of her eyelids. She intended tonight to be perfect, and she had tried so hard to make it so. She wanted Ron to find her attractive. She desired to emanate that allure that would entice him to her. Why was it that she was unable to catch it when she needed to?
She removed the pimple from her throat and dabbed at her eyes. When she glanced in the mirror, her red, swollen eyes nearly brought her to tears once more. A gentle tap signalled the door's opening. Harry shut the door after squeezing in behind her. "Are you good, sweetheart?" She gave a nod, but kept quiet.
He said, "Do you wish to back out?" in a worried, low voice. She gave a headshake. She had long harbored this desire to do this. She was determined not to back down now.
With her back to him, he cupped her face with his hands. "Give it up already. To be a sexy kitten, you don't need to appear like one." After pressing his lips to hers, he withdrew. "Just relax and things will take off by themselves." Harry gave her a brief kiss before going back out the room.
She entered while Ron and Harry were giggling over something at the table. Harry intervened to stop her as she was gathering the dessert dishes. "Please take a seat, honey. I got this." Harry picked up the dishes and put them away swiftly. Now it was just the two of them. She attempted to touch his foot with hers as she extended it. Her foot struck his more than really touched it. She flushed with embarrassment and withdrew her foot. Frustrated that this appeared to be so difficult, she slumped forward and buried her face in her hands.
His footsteps sounded as they walked around the table. She sensed his hands landing on her shoulders. His hands were comforting and heavy, kneading her muscles, and he was warm. She could just feel his stare on the back of her head, and his voice was deep. He caressed her ears and the sides of her neck with his fingers. Ron's breath swept over her cheek, hot and perfumed with wine. His lips were soft as they caressed her skin, caressing her once more before resting against her neck an additional time. She found herself trapped between freezing and melting. Her blood ignited as his fingertips traced over the pale flesh of her arms and beyond the voluminous sleeves of her dress. Leaning her head to one side, she allowed Ron to plant multiple long kisses on her neck and in the grooves of her clavicle. Reaching up, she pulled him toward her while running her fingers across the back of his hair. She heard a faint groan from herself. He traced the back of her neck with his tongue. Rolling her head to the side, she allowed Ron to keep his enchanted grip on her.
When his lips left her skin, she shook and he breathed over the moisture his tongue left behind. Fingers slid beneath her hand and lifted it up as she felt her seat being pulled back. She heard Harry inquire, "Coming, my dear?" to her.
"Not just yet," she replied. She let Ron lift her up from the chair and enfold her in his arms. Unlike his soft lips on the back of her neck only minutes before, his lips were strong on their own. She sensed his hands gliding over her, running over her cheek, down her sides, over her breasts, and around her waist. They raked and brushed, pinched and touched groped and massaged, and she could not keep up with them all.
Then came the kisses after that. Ron would try to bite her tongue, but she would pull away. He would give her a kiss on both her cheek and her throat. Harry's fangs would then move away from her ear as well as his lips would touch hers as she twisted just a tiny bit. She was so bombarded that she drew Ron down and pressed her lips to his, her head whirling so quickly that she could hardly react to one sensation until it had been replaced by another. He put his hand around the rear of her head and gave the force back. Her tongue darted ahead, and his mouth tugged and deeply sucked on it. She touched his hair with her fingertips.
She became aware that her zipper had opened when she felt a chilly breeze brush against her back. Her dress was then on the floor, in a puddle. "You look so sexy, babe," Harry said to her. Leaning her head toward Harry as his tongue found her mouth, she broke off her kiss with Ron. Ron's hands were on her hips, his lips are in her cleavage, and her bra was tumbling to the ground. There was one very big drawback to having four hands on her, she realized. She was unable to monitor them all. She was propelled into the air as she felt hands beneath her legs. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed, landing with her back against the chilly wooden table. Although it wasn't particularly cold, it was still far cooler than she was.
Then, one set of lips for each breast was present. She opened her eyes, attempting to make sense about what each person was doing to her and who was where. Harry played the soft one, giving her little kisses and playing with her breast with his tongue. Ron was nibbling a little more aggressively, pulling on her. She groaned as she pulled both of her breasts against her, concluding that this had to be the reason why they came in pairs. She hauled Ron up by his shoulders. He brushed his fingers over her lips while she ripped his shirt-tails from his slacks and fiddled with the buttons. "Off," she snarled, tugging at a button. Ron had lost his shirt suddenly.
His lips met hers and he whispered, "Good girl." She buried her little fingers in Ron's hair and gave him a wildly passionate kiss. As he sucked much of her breast in his mouth, her other pushed Harry's mouth tight against her chest. His finger poked the hard nipple it had been playing with, causing his body to stiffen. She smiled, this was the guy she understood and came to love, always there for his loved ones; anything they needed. Ron appeared composed once more as she glanced at him. Taking a long breath, she weighed her options; if they were able to deal with this, then so could she.
She was down to her panties by them; Ron was drawing lines in her palm, and Harry was massaging the outside of her hand with his thumb. Sensation flashes started to travel up her arm, bringing up recollections of past experiences. All she needed to do now was find a way to let them know that she was alright and wanted to give it another go. "We are all meant to be equals in this, why is it I'm only one who's wearing knickers?"
"Exactly, what are you still doing in those knickers?" Ron drew her hands towards him and kissed them, asking with a cheeky smile. With a naive smile, she pulled her hand and ran to the bedroom.
"Should we go get her?" Ron questioned Harry. Harry pondered for a period: they could either obey her wishes or stay where they were and let her interest take over. However, compared to the dining room table, a king-size bed offered a lot more space.
"Come on, go, my future wife expects us." Harry let his trousers fall to the ground, revealing his black silk boxers. Ron did the same, flashing a pair of men's fiery red briefs. "Christ, my dear. How on earth do you continue wearing those things?"
"Every video is Ginny's idea," Ron retorted. "They make an absolute hell of a first impact."
"I ought to mention that. I stayed in the same dormitory as you over seven years, so I'm amazed, holy crap." Upon entering the bedroom, the two guys immediately took up their places on both sides of the bed, yanking the sheets aside to show Hermione still wearing her black stockings and purple lace garter.
Harry gently caressed her neck with his lips before casually sliding his hand up her leg. He got to her crotch to see that another hand had made itself at home. It rubbed and squeezed her, but it hadn't yet slid behind the layer preventing them from seeing the jewels inside. Harry's hand moved up farther, brushing her stomach's delicate skin with his nails. He reached for her far breast, only to discover that her lips had already been pressed shut over that nipple.
Harry, his tongue moving down to kiss her moaning lips, slipped his hand over to draw lingering circles over her other nipple, growling with impatience. Her fingers moved down his chest and he felt it. Instead of pausing as she always did to tease the strands of hair across his tummy, it slipped beneath his waistband. He moved closer to her and groaned into her mouth as her fingers closed around him. She abruptly withdrew and let go of him. "Oh Lord!" she said as she threw back the covers. Harry took in the crisp, chilly air. He laughed to himself as Hermione ripped off Ron's boxers.
Harry knew how heavily hung Ron was since he had lived with him for seven years while he was in school and had been checking his cock intently two weeks prior. Despite this, Hermione acted as though she hadn't seen it before. She muttered, "Oh my God," and put two hands over it to start stroking. He observed as she leaned closer and started to lick it, like an iced-cream cone or a lollipops.
Ron groaned as his head sagged against the pillows. She was quite moist when Harry put a finger inside her panties after reaching over to stroke her ass. He saw as she gradually moved her lips and tongue all over Ron. Harry stripped off his boxers for a few minutes before she eventually opened her mouth and sank down over him. Ron groaned, only to have it cut short by a pain and a grimace. She'd hardly had time to take in the majority of it until she had to get back up and resume her kissing and licking.
Harry removed the purple thong that was preventing him from fully accessing her. With some encouragement, she managed to slide out of them. She appeared to be focused on the object in front of her. The wave of jealousy that poked at Harry was smothered. He wouldn't be jealous of the amount of focus and attention his wife was giving Ron's cock. He settled beneath her hips and slid his tongue over her swollen clit to quench his urge to be doing something. She groaned and paused.
Ron's words has now been replaced by a loud, deep moan. Harry concentrated hard on the task at hand. He ran his hands over her velvety cheeks, up the back of her thighs, and inserted his thumb within her. His other hand kept moving, rubbing and massaging her smooth flesh. Ron's moaning increased in volume as well as hers. Harry attained down and provided himself a few strokes, and then gave up. He rose from behind Hermione, sliding out from under her.
The scent of her overwhelmed his senses as she was on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air. With a long, steady stroke, he eased inside her from behind, placing his hands on her hips. Harry reopened his eyes and watched as her head gently moved up and down on Ron as he had settled into a comfortable rhythm. Harry adjusted his rhythm to match her speed. Before long, they were all creating a lot of noise. With each backstroke Harry took, Hermione would contract her muscles, giving the impression that she was tugging on him.
Ron started to yell, indicating that he was approaching. She appeared even more encouraged by this. Her mouth moved even more slowly, but with each upward stroke, the hollows in her cheeks became closer together. She sucked Ron deep and hard, and Harry nearly wished he was Ron at that very moment. Harry started to pick up his speed in preparation. When Ron reached deep into her throat, he wanted to be pounding in and out of her.
Ron suddenly shouted and put out his arms. Harry slammed into and out of Hermione while she remained motionless. When she lifted herself off of Ron, Harry had to force himself to open his eyes to see Ron slipping beneath her, his legs encircling hers. Her groans were absorbed by his mouth as he drew her down to kiss her.
Harry felt his entire body tremble and tremble till he could take it no more. Then he cursed, but his words were flat. Harry said, "Be right back," and put on one of his discarded shirt went to the kitchen.
"That was a treat," Ron remarked, embracing her and planting a quick kiss on her lips. "Why would he stop, as he clearly wasn't done yet?"
"Harry don't usually last long, especially after our video incident, he tends to lose his hardness in one or two minutes, he probably needed some time to regain stamina." Leaning against Ron, she inhaled deeply and used his calm heartbeat as a means of regulating her own. "You know, to get something to drink, maybe some dark chocolate," His hand moved lightly between her shoulders and her back, making her shiver. She shot him a quick smile. She began, "If you want…," right before giving him a quick peck. "I have food in the refrigerator." Ron arched an eyebrow, turned her over, and planted another, deeper kiss on her lips. She squirmed beneath him a little. Then she put her arms round his head and gave him another kiss, looking as though she was at ease. She tasted a little salty, and her lips were moist and velvety. And dipped in with his tongue, there was further mouth and tongue involvement.
Her kissing style appealed to him since it was less sensual and more action-oriented. He turned over once more, sensing her smooth ass sliding across his soft manhood. He started to move around. She bit at his ear and kissed her way over his jaw line. He massaged her breast tenderly and moved his hands over her flanks. She muttered, "Eat me," into his ear, got off of him, and placed her thighs on both sides of his head. He could see over her dark brown hair patch and over her tummy to the rise of her breasts, which had little dark nipples, when he peered up at her. Now she was staring down at him with serious eyes.
She was seated on his shoulders when he put his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted. He kissed her, bringing his mouth to her soft lips. It was a deep kiss, the kind he would plant on her lips, not one that was timid or light or tongue-filled. "Oh!" she exclaimed, pressing her teeth firmly on her own lips. He sucked her and kissed her. Her flavor was pleasing to the senses and arouses the libido; she was rich and sugary, honey-smooth and thick. He could feel the blood seeping back into his cock. Her body cried out for more as she writhed and pressed against his mouth. He parted his lips more widely and drew her in with him. His tongue protruded and started to twirl into her. She let out another cry leaning forward.
He pulled his tongue back from her lip and ran it over her clit before pushing it up through her creases. With a shudder, she yelled his name. And that was all. That had the secret. Now blood rushed into his cock, and each time she yelled his name, it grew a little bit more. It was euphoric. He prodded his tongue as he moved over her clit, opening her to him with his thumbs. He massaged it with the sides, the top, the bottom, and even the tip of his tongue. She kept calling his name the entire time. He grasped her hand and moved it in the direction of his cock.
Feeling his want, but not being able to go back so far, she rose off his face and pivoted. She leaned forward a little and placed her legs on both sides of his chest. Pulling her pelvis back down onto his face, Ron reached up. He growled, "Say my name," and proceeded to lick her once more. She pressed up close to him and yelled his name. Ron buried his tongue within her and lifted his head up even higher in response.
He felt her warm touch against his flesh, and as she held him, his cock twitched. He was stroking her pussy as she started to touch him. After a few minutes, she moaned in a low voice, "I need to have you in me." She rose off of him and positioned herself above his erection, much to Ron's satisfaction. She repeatedly massaged his cock's head back and forth over her slit till her fluids were all over it. Subsequently, she lowered herself onto him.
She parted around him, and he growled low. He sensed her defenses opening up to receive him. She was breathing loudly and moving extremely slowly, but all he was doing was taking in the sensation of what was happening inside of her. She appeared to be getting tighter externally as she stretched within. She seemed to be pulling at him as she squeezed him and rippled along his length. He felt her finally relax against him and let out a deep sigh. She rose along with him as he twisted his hips beneath her and gently pushed higher. This was not a hurried situation; neither he nor she was prepared to be pushed. This prolonged, leisurely, and enticing sensation was enjoyable. Leaning slightly forward, Hermione ran her fingers up his chest.
"That's it," he said in a whisper, "Nice and slow." He was starting to wonder why it was taking Harry this long, but the idea vanished from his mind the moment she bent over and licked his nipple. His hands moved up her thighs, around her hips' slight flare, and over her sides' skin, finally cupping her breasts. Her physique was naturally curvy, with a unique attractiveness all its own. She gasped as he gently pressed up against her. She gave way in front of him as he continued to press deeper. He retreated and continued rolling ahead. She started to sway her hips above him. Her mouth was slowly moving up his throat. To allow her to reach further, he cocked his head back. When their lips finally met once more, they moved in slow, gentle motions together.
To his right, he sensed something on the bed. Hermione broke their kiss to gaze, indicating that she felt it too. Hearing her pleasurable whimpers, Harry stood within the room and watched them kiss and stroking himself. It aroused him hot and made him wish to join them.
Harry watched as Ron got up and started kissing her cheek and neck as they returned their attention to one other, ignoring him. His mouth parted just enough to allow his tongue to glide across Hermione's lips. Her response was to open her mouth and press her tongue on Ron's lips, causing his hand which had been massaging Hermione's hair to become tangled in it. Hermione sighed with a gasp. "This turns you on, isn't it my dear?" Hermione stopped the kiss to glance at Harry, her words more of a statement than a question.
"I never thought observing my fiance making love to another man might be so erotic," answered Harry.
Ron muttered, "Must be genetic," with mocking undertones before pressing his cock further into Hermione. She let out a loud moan. Leaning in, Ron took Hermione by the side of the head. Harry enjoyed as Ron literally robbed her mouth, pulling her neck back as he got under her. Ron kept rocking his hips inside her, and she moaned loudly enough for him to hear, even though she was glued to his lips. He wrenched his gaze from their open mouths and gave himself permission to study the bodies in front of him. Harry put his hand round his own penis, gave it a few strokes, and began to sigh as well. After Hermione's hand settled and started to stroke and tickle, Ron helped her reach the area where Harry was tugging on himself. With a pitying glance, Hermione caressed Harry's cock.
Ron touched Hermione's chest and teased one of her nipples, and Harry stared. He then experienced her fingers caressing his scrotum. "Oh yeah," with a grunt. It was a pretty pleasant feeling that he hadn't been anticipating. Hermione kept squeezing and petting his balls tenderly. She leaned in and gave Ron a passionate kiss, nibbling at his lips and sucking on his tongue. Harry heard Ron give a short "wow!" as he pushed his finger up between her folds, interrupting her moaning.
Harry was finding it quite difficult to focus on the cock he was holding, so he increased his efforts with long, firm strokes. Once more, Hermione forced herself to sit up. "Ron, I'm growing close, give it to me harder." Never one to turn down a request from Hermione, he put both hands around her hips and started to bounce her faster and harder. She pressed herself hard on him and started to yell his name.
Hermione gave voice to an ear-piercing, seemingly endless shriek. Ron felt juice trickling over his cock and onto his balls as she gripped against him. There was just too much pressure. "I'm coming," Ron moaned, giving her one last forceful shove. When Ron exploded into her, she screamed out his name one more time.
As Hermione moved Ron off of him, Harry continued to stroke himself using one hand and he slipped out, exhausted and limp. She bent down and gave his firm cock a gentle pat. Rolling over, Harry positioned himself above her. Crushing her body beneath his, he leaned downward and gave her a passionate kiss. She lifted her legs and encircled his waist with them. He shifted forward by lifting his hips. "Oh yes," Hermione murmured as Harry drove himself up. He pulled her knees close and started to give her long, flowing strokes. Stretching out across her, Ron crawled over. He planted his lips against hers, relishing the kiss this time. Harry looked like a man who just came in for an extended visit, and his strokes weren't very urgent.
"Think you could get hard again?" Hermione attempted to slip a hand beneath Ron while whispering to him.
"I get ready with some help from my close friends," Ron replied. "How much time do we have?"
"Nearly a while," she said. "Want a bit of help from friends?" After giving her another kiss, Ron sat down beside her, and she raised her head towards his cock. Harry saw as she parted her lips and then shut them around Ron's protruding penis. Ron's best friend admired his capacity to heal as blood started to flow back into his member and he started to fill out again. Harry leaned forward slightly as Hermione groaned against him. The minutes flew quickly as all three of them settled into a nice groove. Hermione's teeth started to painfully scratch Ron's cock as it grew to its maximum size. He withdrew from her oral cavity. "Harry, switch with me." He gave an order.
Hermione was gasping now that her lips was empty, and Harry glanced at her. With her eyes closed, she said in a voice that seemed distant. "I want to feel him inside of me, so switch with him." Hermione turned over and touched the bed directly in front of her while on her hands and knees. Ron moved in behind her as Harry granted her request. "Take it easy Ron," she advised, "It had been awhile since I fitted this demon of yours."
Ron pushed her legs apart and ran his cock across her soaked slit. Harry heard her let out a deeply, guttural moan as he gently nudged her. Ron started to use quick motions. Once more, he sensed her extending, albeit not as much. As he pressed closer to the hilt, she began to howl incoherently, going from a low groan to a full-blown outcry. Ron withdrew his hand slowly when she screamed into Harry's crotch, causing him to call out to the heavens above. She leaned back on him as he thrust forward once more. Now that he was moving more quickly, he could tell she was struggling mightily not to scream. She looked to be trying to persuade Harry to come for her, even if Ron urged her to scream. "Oh yes, like that, take it hard!" Harry yelled. Ron was pushed even more by this. He slammed forward, his hands encircling her hips, and began dragging her back hard into him.
She said, "Oh yeah, Ronald, fuck me!" This was something fresh and extremely thrilling, and even though it was so forbidden, Hermione shouting "fuck me" was instantly gratifying. Ron pounded on her more forcefully.
Gazing downward, he observed that Hermione was attempting to focus on Harry, albeit with difficulty. He observed as Harry's hand moved upward and downward along his shaft. "Yes, carry it up Ron, let her say it once more." Harry slid beneath Hermione, then pivoted and slid beneath her. But this time, his head landed up beneath the joint of her and Ron.
As Harry's tongue brushed her clit and touched Ron by unintentionally, Ron shuddered. "Oh my Ronald, fuuuuck meeee!" Hermione gave a little squeak. Ron was made to cum by her greater grasp on his cock as she spasmed and clutched him. She was also yelling and cursing. She let out another cry as she spit out Harry's cock after Ron burst within her like a bomb.
"Oh fuck yes!" With a snarl, Ron sensed Harry's fingers on her behind, pushing him farther into Hermione. Ron, who was still very hard, drew away from Hermione and sank onto the mattress next her. She started to yank Ron into her mouth by reaching over and gripping the base of his cock. She gave Harry a smile before sucking in only the tip of Ron's head with her tongue. Ron made a few choke noises, none of which were unpleasant.
"Holy…fucking…shit!" Ron slapped the bed and yelled at it. Harry recognized Ron's cock's abrupt jerking and pulsating as an approaching climax. Hermione gave it her all and received a reward with a powerful surge of climax. Harry watched Hermione catch and swallow Ron's cock as she opened her mouth to show him. When Ron's cock finally became limp in her hands, he let out a string of unintelligible moans.
"Oh, I skipped some," Hermione stated with a grin as she gathered a tiny bit of semen off her cheek and put the finger toward her mouth and slurped off it. With a satisfied, dreamy smile, her eyes closed, and Harry remained motionless and still hard.