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Watching His Girlfriend Celebrate With Him And Her Boss - Hermione/Kingsley/Harry (and a little Hermione/Dudley)
🕑 Added 2023-12-27 16:30:01 +0000 UTCAN: Hope you all have had happy holidays so far. Here is Part 13 of the Watching His Girlfriend series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
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Harry awoke as Hermione’s naked form tried to silently climb out of bed. As she got to her feet, she leaned down and planted a delicate kiss on his forehead before she crept out of his room and into the corridor. She left the door open just a crack, enough that Harry would barely be able to listen in on what was about to happen.
This new morning routine was something that he’d gotten used to doing after Dudley returned back from his training camp. He’d been so starved of Hermione that he spent his entire first day back with her close by. He must have fucked her seven or eight times that day, much to Vernon’s annoyance as he’d gotten used to having Hermione all to himself around the house. After that, the two men had to come to some sort of compromise, the result of which being that Dudley got first dibs on her in the morning.
Harry’s hand slowly worked its way down into his pants, where he grabbed his hard cock and started stroking himself gently. He was already pretty hard, so it didn’t take much effort to reach his full size. All the while, he was listening in close to the sounds that were sure to come soon.
“That’s it,” Dudley’s voice faintly trickled into Harry’s room. “Be a good slut and don’t neglect the balls, alright?”
There was a loud, wet slurp as Hermione did as she was ordered. Harry groaned and picked up the pace with his hand, imagining how hot she must look right now.
The sounds from Dudley’s room only grew from there. Dudley liked to fuck Hermione’s mouth, and that led to a lot of gagging and gurgling that sounded so fucking good. Harry wondered how Dudley was taking her today though. Was she on her back or her front on the edge of the bed as Dudley fucked her mouth? Or maybe was he still lying down and just thrusting up into her throat? Both seemed equally appealing.
He wondered what else Dudley was doing to Hermione too. Dudley wasn’t the type of bloke to have idle hands; he liked to grope Hermione’s supple body in front of Harry a lot, so Harry expected he was probably doing that right now. Maybe he was squeezing Hermione’s tits in his hands with his cock all the way down into her throat, or maybe he was trying to leave an imprint of his hand on her arse as he spanked her. No… Harry didn’t hear any sounds of spanking, so he must be grabbing her breasts or arse if anything.
Although Dudley usually just liked a blowjob to start the day, if he was especially energetic, he’d fuck Hermione instead. But sometimes he liked to have both, and that meant that he’d wait until breakfast to fuck Hermione when she was supposed to be fucking Vernon. Vernon would sometimes let Dudley take her if he had to rush out the door to work, but other times he’d suggest that they share her instead. Watching his uncle and his cousin spitroast his girlfriend across the table while he ate his breakfast was one of Harry’s favourite ways to start the day.
Merlin, Harry’s hand was picking up speed again, and he could hear Dudley groaning louder as he kept on fucking Hermione’s mouth. Harry knew just how good it felt, so he knew that Dudley wasn’t bound to last for much longer.
The back of Dudley’s bed smacked off of the wall as he groaned louder than before. Hermione was gagging around Dudley’s cock, and that sound didn’t stop for several seconds.
Harry was teetering right near the edge. His cock was pulsing in his hand as he imagined how Hermione must look right now with a bunch of cum filling her mouth and throat, but he held off from sending himself over the edge quite yet.
Instead, he waited and listened. It was only another moment before he heard Dudley spank Hermione’s arse as he saw her back out into the corridor.
Hermione’s soft footsteps crossed the corridor, and she crept back into his room silently. Her hair was messier than normal, and she had thick trails of saliva running out of the corners of her mouth. Her breasts were red from Dudley squeezing them too.
She beamed at him when she realised that he was awake.
“How was that?” She asked him.
“Not bad,” Harry replied with a smile. “But I like it better when I get to watch him fuck your mouth.”
“Sometimes the fantasy can be more fun,” Hermione argued lightly. Her gaze drifted down to the tent in the bedsheets. “And I can see that you’ve had a lot of fun.”
Harry pulled back the bedsheets and pulled down his pants to expose his hard cock to the air. Instantly, Hermione jumped onto the bed and took him into her hands.
“Merlin, I really want to fuck you right now,” Hermione bit her lip as she stroked him. It always turned Harry on so much to watch her need to use both of her hands to stroke his cock because of how large it was. “But Kingsley wouldn’t be happy if I did.”
“We can’t have that,” Harry moaned as he bucked his hips slightly. “Not on your last day.”
Hermione smiled at him for his understanding. With summer coming to a close soon and Hogwarts starting back up, that meant that Hermione’s internship under Kingsley was ending now too. He’d become especially demanding in fucking her all day as they raced to finish much of the work that they’d begun together. It led to more than a few late nights where Harry went to go pick her up from the Ministry, only to walk in on her bouncing on Kingsley’s cock while they were filling out tedious paperwork.
Harry was sad to see her internship ending like this. Kingsley might have been Harry’s favourite person to watch fuck Hermione, but the competition was fierce. Regardless, it was still something he was going to miss experiencing. Maybe he’d get to watch them fuck again next summer, but today was going to be their last time together for the year. Harry was planning on stopping by early to pick Hermione up from work in the hopes of watching them together just one last time.
“Then how do you want to finish?” Hermione asked as she looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes.
There was only one real answer to this that came to Harry’s mind: “On your pretty face.”
Hermione’s expression of joy grew as she pumped Harry’s cock faster. She was on her knees and elbows in front of him with her arse in the air, which she was wiggling back and forth enticingly. The sounds of her gurgling on Dudley’s cock filled Harry’s mind, and combined with the sight in front of him, was enough to make him blow in seconds.
Thick spurts of his hot, white cum shot across Hermione’s face. She closed her left eye just in time as a thick spurt shot up and down it, and then another spurt hit right along her forehead and dripped down her nose before settling atop her upper lip.
Harry groaned as Hermione stroked every last drop of cum out of his cock. She finally released him then and sat back on her arse and let Harry get a perfect look at the canvas he’d just painted on.
“I love you,” Harry told her sincerely.
“And I love you,” she replied in kind. A bit of cum dripped off of her chin, but she caught it with her hand before it could fall onto the bed. She licked it up eagerly and sighed. “I need to go shower and get ready for work.”
“Go on,” Harry told her as he pulled his pants back up. “I’ll head downstairs and get started on breakfast.”
“You’re the best,” Hermione told him as she jumped to her feet. Harry watched her cute arse jiggle as she hurried out of their room, still completely naked, and headed off to the bathroom.
Steadily, Harry got to his feet and started to dress himself. Since this was such a big day for her, he wanted to treat Hermione to her favourite breakfast foods: French toast and a cherry parfait. Thankfully, he’d had the foresight to collect all of the ingredients he’d need a day earlier.
The kitchen was spotless thanks to Harry’s cleaning from the night before. With a cheery whistle, he started up the stove to cook some bacon and sausages; if he didn’t make them, his uncle and cousin were bound to revolt. Then, he started preparing the brioche and egg mixture for the French toast.
It wasn’t long before Petunia came down with her normal, morning-time, waspish look. Even with him cooking and cleaning without complaint, she still seemed to be annoyed with his very presence. As she sat down, Harry slid over a mug of coffee he’d prepared for her. There was no thanks given, not that Harry expected any, and Petunia just sat in silence, watching Harry cook with a critical eye.
Dudley was the next one down, and he looked surprisingly chipper given his notoriety for being a late riser. Harry supposed he had Hermione to thank for this change. Harry had a protein shake already set for him on the counter, which Dudley took with a sarcastic ‘thanks, mum’ and went to sit down at the table.
Just as Harry was wrapping up cooking, Vernon came downstairs with a sour look on his face. The smell of crisp bacon and syrup-covered French toast did little to lift his mood, and it only took him a minute to complain to Harry why he was in such a state.
“Your girlfriend said no sex this morning,” Vernon told Harry with a pout.
Harry nodded his head as he slipped his meek disguise back over himself. “She’ll be busy with lots of desk work today.”
“Bent over the desk sounds more like it,” Dudley chimed in with a chortle. “I told you that she fucks her boss, dad.”
“I know you did,” Vernon nodded, sneering at Harry. “But I didn’t expect her to turn us down.”
“It’s her last day—” Harry began to explain, but then Vernon let out a big laugh.
“Oh, that’s it then,” Vernon slapped his knee. “Her boss wants her all to himself today so that he can fuck her as much as he wants before she’s gone. Well, I can respect that, even if he is an abnormal fellow like you. Any man that knows how to put a good slut in her place like that can’t be all bad.”
Kingsley most certainly was not bad, though Harry doubted Vernon’s opinion would mean much to the man.
Hermione bounded down the stairs at that moment, dressed in her Ministry robes that she’d transfigured into a casual muggle outfit. Her hair was done in nice waves that cascaded over her shoulders beautifully, and she had just a light bit of makeup on to accentuate her natural features.
“Hermione,” Dudley whinged. “Your boss doesn’t have anything on me, and I can—”
“No sex today,” Hermione said with a firm shake of her head.
Dudley let out an exaggerated groan and dropped his head onto the table, muttering something about how unfair the world was.
“Well, even if sex is off the table, you can still sit on my lap while we eat,” Vernon told her with a lecherous grin.
Hermione sighed, realising that this was bound to be a losing battle. “Fine,” she reluctantly agreed. “But you can’t mess up my hair or makeup.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Vernon chuckled. He sat down at the table and patted his lap.
The moment Hermione sat down on him, Vernon wasted no time in groping her through her clothing.
“Grind on me,” he ordered her. “If we can’t fuck you, the least you can do is this.”
Hermione obeyed without comment, rocking her arse back against Vernon’s crotch. Dudley was looking on jealously, and Petunia was just rolling her eyes at how desperate the two men were for Hermione.
Moments later, Harry carried over a couple platters of food for everyone. They all gave looks with varying degrees of approval, but it was Hermione’s expression that Harry was focusing on. He loved the way her eyes would light up with delight when she had treats like this put in front of her, and the look on her face today didn’t disappoint him either.
“This all looks so good!” Hermione squealed in excitement as she hurried to get a couple pieces of French toast on her plate. Harry placed a cup of parfait beside her plate, and Hermione wasted no time in cutting off a piece of French toast and dipping it in her parfait. She moaned happily as she savoured the delicious flavours.
“I take it you approve?” Harry asked with a teasing smile.
“You’re the best chef I know,” Hermione sighed dreamily.
“I had to make sure you’d be well fed. You’ve got a big day ahead of you,” Harry replied.
“Yes, yes, we know,” Vernon interrupted. “Now, serve us, boy. And Hermione, get back to work.”
Breakfast passed by smoothly with everyone enjoying their meals—Vernon doubly so with Hermione grinding against his cock. When it was done, Hermione jumped to her feet, gave Harry a kiss on the cheek, and rushed out the door to hurry to the office. Vernon was gone a couple of minutes later, and then Dudley left as well, explaining that he was headed to a local boxing gym to practise.
Petunia ignored Harry as usual, so he spent his morning cleaning up from breakfast, preparing a soup that he and Petunia would have for lunch, and then got to work on his chores. Given the fact that he and Hermione would be leaving for Hogwarts soon, there were plenty of things that Petunia wanted him to do around the house. It was mostly tedious work like cleaning out the gutters and the bins, replanting a few flowers, and cleaning out Dudley’s room of any old or broken things. Harry didn’t mind much since it gave him a reason to keep busy and not just lounge around all day.
But as the day progressed and Harry completed the tasks he’d been assigned, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on at the Ministry.
What was Hermione up to on her last day there? Harry knew that there was plenty of work still to be done—Kingsley was a busy man after all—but he was sure that given how much Kingsley enjoyed fucking Hermione, he was bound to try to wear her out.
The fantasising excited Harry; it helped to make his chores go by faster as he knew that once it was four in the afternoon, he’d finally be able to go pick her up from her last day of her internship.
But then Harry finished up all of his work just after noon. He’d been so wrapped up in the excitement of everything that he had gotten everything done far more efficiently than he would have otherwise.
With everything he had planned done, Harry went back to the kitchen and ate his lunch. He tried to take his time, but he ended up finishing the soup and leftover brioche bread in barely ten minutes. He decided to shower after that, hoping that basking under the warm water would help him relax and eat up some of his remaining time, but he got out of it after only a few minutes when relaxation didn’t sit in.
Throughout it all, Harry was just imagining watching Kingsley’s cock making Hermione scream in pleasure. He was a big, strong man, and Hermione looked so small compared to him. Kingsley could dominate her physically and sexually, and Harry and Hermione loved every second of it.
Before he knew it, Harry’s cock was hard again, and he was considering running to his bedroom to masturbate again.
But then another thought popped into his mind. Why didn’t he go to the Ministry now? It was still quite early in the day, but Kingsley probably wouldn’t mind Harry sitting in and watching again. Kingsley always had been quite welcoming to Harry, and it would be way more fun watching his girlfriend getting fucked for hours than just sitting around imagining it.
So, Harry changed into a nice set of robes and hurried out the door.
Once he found a quiet alley, he apparated away to London. He landed just a few streets away from the red telephone box that served as the visitor’s entrance to the Ministry of Magic.
Harry hurried over there, dashing through the midday traffic, and quickly punched in the code that caused the telephone box to descend to the Atrium. He pushed through the crowd and quickly had his wand checked by the guard before he ran straight to the lift.
The trip down to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement offices was uneventful. While bored Ministry workers stood in the lift and roamed the corridors lazily, Harry was bubbling with energy. He moved swiftly through the corridors, racing towards Kingsley’s office. When he reached it, he nearly forgot to knock, but he stopped himself just in time.
After a sharp knock, there was only a moment’s pause before Kingsley called out.
“Come in.”
Harry was disappointed to see Kingsley and Hermione fully clothed. They were both sat behind his desk, reviewing a series of parchments laid out in front of them. Hermione looked just as neat and clean as she had when she left home this morning, suggesting that either she’d gotten better at her cleaning charms or she and Kingsley hadn’t fucked at all yet.
“Harry! What are you doing here?” Hermione exclaimed excitedly.
“I, err…” Harry froze up for a second. How was he meant to explain that he was hear because he wanted to watch his girlfriend get fucked by her boss because he was too horny to hang out around the house anymore?
“Come on in and sit down,” Kingsley waved him over jovially. “I was actually meaning to floo you later, so this saves me the trouble.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow curiously at Kingsley, and Harry looked just as confused. Why would Kingsley want to talk to him?
Regardless, he knew he’d find out in a moment, so Harry entered Kingsley’s office and closed the door behind him. With a flick of his wand, Kingsley pulled over a comfortable-looking desk chair right in front of his desk, which Harry promptly sat down on.
Hermione leaned across the desk for a quick kiss, which Harry happily indulged her in. “We’re just wrapping up that last bit of work; Kingsley front-loaded my last day so we’d have the afternoon free,” she explained to him as she sat back down.
A wash of relief came across Harry. Good, they hadn’t fucked yet. He really didn’t want to miss even a second of it.
“And that was why I wanted to floo you,” Kingsley added, drawing Harry’s attention over to him. “Hermione’s made for a wonderful assistant these last few months, and she already knows that I’ll be writing a sterling recommendation letter for wherever she wishes to take her career after she graduates from Hogwarts. Of course, she’d be more than welcomed back at my side, but I don’t want to hold her back from any opportunities that may pop up.”
“Kingsley took me to a director’s meeting the other day,” Hermione said, bubbling with excitement. “Madam Bones herself introduced us and helped explain how much our work this summer had helped to resolve a number of pending investigations that had bogged the Department down. A few of the other directors already knew me by name because I’d liaised with some of their subordinates! A couple of them mentioned wanting to offer me a position after Hogwarts too.”
“There’ll be more coming in before the Christmas break, which is when the Ministry tries to finish securing all of its important new hires,” Kingsley explained. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the Minister’s office even tried to hire you.”
The glee in Hermione’s smile shone brighter than the sun to Harry. She looked positively thrilled that her hard work had paid off and that she was being respected for it. As her boyfriend, there was nothing more than he could want for her in life than to feel fulfilled like this.
“That’s amazing,” Harry gushed, putting on just as much joy and enthusiasm as Hermione was. He leaned across the desk and kissed her again, and Kingsley just chuckled at how eager the two of them were to celebrate.
“Because of this, I wanted the afternoon to celebrate all of her hard work over the summer,” Kingsley said. “And I wanted you here for that, Harry.”
“Really?” Harry asked, sounding a little surprised.
“Of course,” Kingsley nodded. “This afternoon is all about Hermione, and I figured that she’d want you right here with her. I already told her that today, she gets to choose what happens. Anything she wants, we can do together.”
Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked over at Kingsley. “You didn’t seriously remember that, did you?”
“I certainly did,” Kingsley chuckled. At Harry’s confused look, Kingsley explained. “One day, I made Hermione tell me all of her dirtiest desires. I wanted to know anything she ever wanted to do sexually. The list was pretty small—the two of you already made quite a big dent in it—but there was one thing I knew that I could make happen: you and I could fuck her at the same time. I figured it’d make a good thank you for all of her hard work.”
Hermione’s cheeks flushed as her fantasy was revealed. “I’ve always liked being fucked by more than one cock at once, but you’ve never been one of the men fucking me when I’ve done it. I want you to be a part of it too.”
Now, it was almost Harry’s turn to blush. Seeing Hermione shyly admit this to him reminded him of how they acted when they first got together. It still made him so happy that no matter how many men fucked her, she still wanted him. She could have had Kingsley find one of his colleagues to join in on the fun instead, but she didn’t.
Harry knew that he’d made the right choice when he told Hermione about his fetish. Their relationship had changed, but it’d only been for the better. They still couldn’t get enough of each other, and this was proof of that.
“So, once we finish our work, we can get right to it,” Kingsley told them.
“What are you talking to me for then?” Harry asked with an excited voice. “Get back to work.”
Kingsley laughed. “Yes, sir,” he replied jokingly.
It took nearly half an hour for them to finish, and what a torturous half hour it was. Hermione and Harry could barely keep their lust-filled gazes off of each other, and when Kingsley tried to get her back on task, Hermione gave him that same look and nearly broke his resolve too. It really was only thanks to Kingsley for forcing him and Hermione through the work that they managed to finish as quickly as they did.
And the moment they did and Kingsley put away the files in his desk, Hermione leapt across the desk and crashed into Harry. She sent his chair tumbling backwards, and the two of them crashed onto the floor. Harry didn’t really care though, not while he had Hermione’s lips against his. She kissed him soundly like she was trying to make up for years without his touch, and Harry returned it with just as much fire.
Both of them barely registered the sensation of their clothing vanishing off of their bodies and the sound of Kingsley clearing everything off of his desk.
“Alright you two,” Kingsley said as he vanished away his own clothing. “It’s time for Hermione to tell us what she wants.”
No matter how many times he saw Kingsley unclothed like this, Harry would never stop being impressed by the man’s physique. His shoulders were broad and strong, his chest and abs were both well defined, and his arms were huge. His size was even more pronounced though when he was right beside Hermione; he almost looked like a half-giant in comparison. Plus, there was also the fact that Kingsley had the biggest cock he’d ever seen, beating out Harry’s by just an inch or two.
Harry loved watching the way Hermione’s body moved as she got to her feet. Every supple curve was perfect.
As Harry got to his feet, Hermione walked on over to Kingsley’s desk. “You know,” she murmured softly to herself as she let her fingers trail along the man’s rock-hard cock. “I’ve spent a lot of time underneath your desk. I wonder what it’d be like if you were the one underneath it.”
Kingsley grinned. “Your wish is my command.”
“Come on, Harry,” Hermione waved him over.
Harry followed her around to the back of Kingsley’s desk. They pulled her and Kingsley’s chairs back and watched as the massive man dropped to his hands and knees and crawled under his desk. He barely managed to fit under it, as his back was only a few inches below the surface.
“I need to get a bigger desk,” Kingsley laughed to himself.
Hermione sat down in Kingsley’s chair while Harry sat in hers. The two of them scooted forward until Kingsley’s head was well in position to nestle in between Hermione’s thighs.
“I want you to lick me,” Hermione told Kingsley with a breathy tone.
Kingsley didn’t use words to reply; he used his actions instead. He hooked his arms underneath her knees before bringing his hands back over her legs so that he could grab onto her thighs. Then, he pulled her right to the edge of the chair so that he had the perfect angle of attack on her dripping wet, pink pussy.
When Harry watched Hermione with another man, that man was usually fucking her instead of licking her. So, it was a strange change of pace to see Kingsley serving his girlfriend instead of the other way around.
Despite seeming like a very dominant man, Kingsley was clearly practised in pleasuring a woman. Harry couldn’t help but wonder if the man’s own apprenticeship had seen him spend copious amounts of time under a witch’s desk.
Kingsley started by letting his nose gently brush across Hermione’s clit, eliciting a gasp from her. His tongue started lapping at her juices while his fingers moved inch by inch along her thighs towards her core. Hermione already seemed so horny that there wasn’t a ton of foreplay needed; Kingsley was able to go right after her sensitive spots from the start.
Harry moved his chair right up against Hermione’s and wrapped an arm around her waist. She leaned into him as she stroked the back of Kingsley’s head as he continued his ministrations.
Finally, Harry thought to himself, Hermione was being worshipped the way she deserved to be.
Kingsley teased apart her pink lips with a couple of his fingers and slowly slid them inside of her, taking great care to coat them in her juices. Harry felt Hermione’s breathing quicken, and then she suddenly kissed him as Kinglsey flicked his tongue along her clit.
It was incredible to watch Hermione’s little reactions more closely. Whenever Harry was going down on her, his attention was split between his actions and reading Hermione’s reactions. Now that he was up close beside her, he could pick up on the little things he often missed, like the subtle way she tilted her head back, showing off her neck like she wanted it kissed. So, Harry did exactly that.
The moment his lips touched that little weak spot on her neck, Hermione let out a low moan. Her shoulder tensed up, but she leaned into his kiss. As Harry’s lips left her neck, Kingsley curled his two fingers inside of Hermione’s pussy and applied just the right amount of pressure to her as he licked her clit again. Hermione grabbed the arms of her chair strongly and moaned even louder.
The constant assault from the two men continued for some time. Harry kept kissing Hermione, teasing her breasts and nipples with his hands, and holding her close to him. Kingsley was entirely focused on pleasuring Hermione by licking her and steadily pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy to get her ready for what was to come.
But for as much fun as she was having with Harry and Kingsley, it eventually became clear that Hermione wanted more. She was well practised in taking thick cocks, and Kingsley’s fingers just couldn’t match that.
As she let out another breathy moan, Hermione put her hands on Kingsley’s shoulders and pushed him back gently. “Enough,” she said as she sucked in a deep breath of air. “I need you two to fuck me.”
“How do you want us?” Harry murmured in her ear.
Hermione shivered and looked down at Kingsley. “Get a cleaning spell ready for my arse. I want Harry in my pussy.”
“That sounds brilliant,” Kingsley grinned.
Harry was grinning too at Hermione’s smiling face as she kissed him again. “Come sit in Kingsley’s chair,” she told him.
It only took a moment for Harry to sit down in Kingsley’s chair and for Hermione to sit back down on his lap. Kingsley had done an excellent job getting her nice and ready, and Harry could feel her pussy already starting to drool again onto his cock.
Meanwhile, Kingsley collected his wand again and cast a colourless spell on Hermione, which made her shiver delightfully. Harry knew the spell Kingsley used; it was done to clean out and lubricate her arsehole for him to fuck. Harry had used it several times with Hermione before, and it always worked perfectly.
“Are you ready to start then?” Kingsley asked as he walked up behind Hermione, his cock bobbing with each step.
“Let me get Harry in me first,” Hermione replied as she raised her hips.
The feeling of Hermione’s hand on his cock as she guided him to her core reminded him of this morning. It had been a wonderfully fun time, but nothing compared to actually being inside of her.
The warmth and tightness of Hermione’s pussy was unmatched. Even after she’d shared him with Lavender, Parvati, and Padma, he knew that no one else would be able to do it for him like Hermione did. She sank all the way down to the base of his shaft, leaving both of them sighing from the blissful sensation.
Hermione put her hands on Harry’s shoulders to brace herself and leaned in close for another kiss. “Okay,” Hermione said as their lips parted. “I’m ready now.”
Although Harry had watched Hermione take cocks in her pussy and arse at the same time before, the sensation was completely different to how he’d imagined it. As Kingsley pushed past the tight ring of muscle into Hermione’s arsehole, Harry could feel him much more strongly than he’d expected. Maybe it was due to both of their large girths, but the pressure and tightness from Hermione’s pussy became so much more intense.
Hermione gasped as Kingsley entered her. He slowly pushed balls deep inside of her arse, mirroring Harry’s position. He had his hands on Hermione’s hips to stabilise himself as he loomed over both of them.
“Merlin,” Hermione said, “you two are bloody incredible. I’ve never felt so full in all my life.”
The look of pleasure on Hermione’s face told Harry just how much she was truly enjoying this. Even though she was still adjusting to having the two biggest cocks she’d ever experienced in her, she was already rocking back against them.
“Just let us know when you’re ready for us to move,” Harry told her with a sweet kiss.
“Fuck, I already feel ready,” Hermione bit her lip. “Go on, do it.”
From having watched multiple men fuck Hermione before, Harry knew that the biggest pitfall was when both men tried to take charge. Having two cocks thrusting in and out of a couple of holes at the same time was a recipe for disaster unless both men were very much in sync. So, Harry stayed fully buried in Hermione’s pussy for a minute and let Kingsley take the lead first.
After re-cementing his grip on Hermione’s hips, Kingsley pulled his hips back and then slammed forward again. The thrust was powerful enough to make Hermione bounce a bit on Harry’s cock, moving her up a couple inches before she slid back down. Hermione cried out in delight, and even Harry felt a rush of pleasure through his cock. It wasn’t quite the same as thrusting into Hermione himself, but given that he could feel Kingsley’s cock through the thin wall that separated Hermione’s pussy from her arse, he still had a burst of pressure run pleasurably up and along his cock.
Harry continued to watch and wait and Kingsley set a rhythm for himself. He was practised enough at fucking Hermione’s arse that it didn’t take long for him to get into a steady groove. All the while, Harry was relishing in the feeling of Hermione’s pussy going from its normal tightness to suddenly becoming far more tight as Kingsley slammed into her.
Once he felt convinced that he could match Kingsley’s pace, he grabbed Hermione’s thighs and gently lifted her a few inches above him, giving him enough room to thrust up into her pussy smoothly.
That first thrust he did in time with Kingsley’s made Hermione scream into his ear from the pleasure. Harry did the same thing on the next thrust, and suddenly Hermione was biting lightly into his neck to muffle her cries.
Harry’s cock was throbbing with desire as he fucked Hermione’s pussy. This was a completely new experience and sensation for him, and it didn’t take him long to realise just how much he loved it. He supposed it shouldn’t have been much of a logical leap; if he loved watching his girlfriend fuck other men, surely he’d love sharing her with other men too!
Kingsley was getting into it as well. His groans of delight were coming faster now too, and his thrusts were becoming more powerful. It was almost like a competition between him and Harry to see who could take fucking Hermione to the next level, and so far, both of them were quite even.
After a few more thrusts, Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She released Harry’s shoulder and screamed into the air as her walls suddenly shuddered around Harry’s cock. Harry stopped thrusting through it and let Hermione sink all the way down onto his cock, but Kingsley didn’t stop. He roared and powered through it, fucking her arse hard even as she undoubtedly tightened up around him too.
“I’m cumming!” Hermione screamed as her orgasm hit her hard. Harry held her against his chest and kissed her neck as she came. The feeling of her cumming around him while Kingsley kept fucking her was almost too much to stop him from finishing inside of her too, but somehow he made it through.
When the bulk of her orgasm finally passed by, Kingsley slammed himself as deep into Hermione’s arse as he could and paused to catch his breath.
“I’ve never felt her cum so hard,” he panted, wiping away a bead of sweat off of his forehead.
Harry had, but only a few times. This was something special for her, and he was so happy to be a part of it.
“Don’t stop now you two,” Hermione told them breathlessly. “I need more!”
Even though he’d nearly cum just then, and he was sure that Kingsley wasn’t far off either, Harry wasn’t about to disappoint Hermione. Today was all about her, so he lifted her back up a bit and started thrusting into her.
This time, it was Kingsley’s turn to wait for Harry to set the pace before he joined in the thrusting as well. Both of them fucked Hermione viciously, pounding into her holes to make her scream in pleasure again.
Every inch of movement seemed more pleasurable than the last. Hermione was clinging to Harry for dear life as she made every pleasurable sound under the sun. Every single one pushed Harry to do better than before, and Kingsley seemed spurred on by that sentiment too. Both of them wanted Hermione to feel as good as she ever had in her life.
Harry and Kingsley pushed themselves to their limits as they rammed into Hermione’s pussy and arse respectively. Harry could feel his pleasure mounting inside of him, but it was Kingsley who broke first.
If his groan of delight wasn’t enough to signal it, Harry could literally feel Kingsley cumming through Hermione’s walls. The man slammed his cock forward and exploded in Hermione’s arse. The pulsing of his cock felt so good against Harry’s, and it brought a thrill to his mind knowing that Hermione felt so good that she could make another man cum like that.
Even as Kingsley came though, Harry didn’t stop fucking Hermione. He was terribly close too, and he wanted to give Hermione a double creampie that she’d remember.
Just before Kingsley finished, Harry’s own orgasm hit him. Hermione must have been able to feel it coming too because her pussy tightened up around him and helped to milk his cock for all it was worth.
There was a rush of relief and pleasure through Harry’s body as his cum flooded into Hermione’s pussy. He pumped her full of his seed until he saw a few drops sliding down his cock. At some point, Hermione had kissed him, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that Harry swore he passed out for a second.
It wasn’t until his cock had been thoroughly drained that Harry’s mind returned to him. He managed to recenter himself and kiss Hermione back.
“I love you,” Hermione said as their lips broke apart.
“Not as much as I love you,” Harry replied sincerely.
Kingsley pulled out of her arse first, and then Hermione climbed off of Harry’s cock. Instantly, cum started dripping out of both of her holes and down her thighs.
“Fuck, look at you,” Kingsley groaned.
“She’s a work of art,” Harry smiled at her.
“One of a kind,” Kingsley agreed.
Suddenly, Kingsley grabbed his wand and cleaned his cock before he hoisted a giggling Hermione up onto his desk.
“Not satisfied yet, are we?” Hermione grinned at him.
“Not in the slightest,” Kingsley growled.
“Then take what you want,” Hermione replied challengingly as she laid back on his desk and spread her legs for him.
Harry watched as Kingsley slammed into her cum-filled pussy and started fucking her with just as much vigour as before. He knew he’d join back in eventually, but for now, he was content to watch this stud fuck his girlfriend.
After all, what good was having such a beauty if he only kept her for himself?
Comments
Dawid
Hermione is a changed woman after this vacation. She spent servicing Dursleys, Kingsley and Dudley's gang. And apart from Dursleys, the other two were actually initiated or decided by Hermione. I can't wait to see her shenanigans back at Hogwarts in final year. Also, all this has been from the pov of Harry. Coz of that, we missed out on the actions that took place between Hermione and Kingsley everyday in absence of Harry. Can we get a short passage of that in upcoming chapter? Like Hermione detailing her experience to Harry while he gets to enjoy company of different women. After all, Harry loved to see Hermione with Kingsley.
Arctis_Shox
It'll be a Harry/Multiple Women chapter again.
Joe Uchiha
Great chapter. Loved how Hermione was inclusive of Harry in her fantasy of being taken by more than one man. Its very rare to see that in many couples with the cuckold fantasy/lifestyle. Can't wait to see what you bring up next. Who do you plan for the next pairing?
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