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Watching His Girlfriend Pay the Rent - Hermione/Vernon & Hermione/Dudley & Hermione/Dudley's Gang
🕑 Added 2023-11-26 16:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: Here is Part 12 of the Watching His Girlfriend series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
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“Hurry up with the food, Potter,” Dudley groaned. “Some of us need our energy.”
“You heard him, boy,” Vernon snapped as he glared at Harry over the top of his newspaper. His bushy moustache bristled as leaned forward. “Dudley needs to be in tip-top form for his training camp.”
Petunia cooed and leaned over to pinch Dudley’s cheek, but he swatted her hand away before she could touch him. “I still can’t believe that the Amateur Boxing Association of England actually wants to bring you into London for a ten-day-long training camp!”
Vernon nodded approvingly. “Scouts for the National Team will be there too. If Dudley performs as well as we know he can, he’ll be set for a spot on the team next year.”
“I won’t be able to perform if I don’t have food in my belly soon,” Dudley whinged.
“What the hell is taking so long, boy?” Vernon shouted, threatening to get to his feet and charge into the kitchen to intimidate Harry into hurrying up.
“I’m almost done,” Harry called back over his shoulder as he piled a plate high with breakfast sausages and fried eggs. He’d already prepared everything else for the full English breakfast, and now he just needed to bring it over to the table.
Petunia and Vernon both gave Harry disapproving looks as he carefully walked to the table, balancing several large dishes of food on his arms all at once.
“Hurry up,” Petunia snapped her fingers at him before pointing down at the table where he could set them.
Harry hurried to obey, placing the dishes of food anywhere there was space on the table.
“There you go, Dudley,” Petunia simpered. “What would you like first?”
Dudley groaned, and his hands shifted along the back of the head that was currently buried in his lap. “Just a bit of everything,” he answered. “I’ll get to it in a minute.”
The sounds of cutlery clanging against the dishes was interspersed with the slobbery sounds of Hermione gagging around Dudley’s cock. Her bushy hair was tied up behind her head, allowing her to suck his without issue. However, it was Dudley who was controlling the pace. He had Hermione’s head in his hands, and he forced her head to move up and down as he wanted.
From the kitchen, Harry was treated to a perfect view of Hermione’s lips sealed tightly around Dudley’s cock. She wasn’t letting a single drop of saliva escape her mouth unnecessarily, and he could tell from how her cheeks were hollowed out and the squirming bulge in her throat that she was doing a wonderful job of giving Dudley exactly the type of pleasure that he wanted.
Petunia filled up Dudley’s plate quickly and then set it back down in front of him, but the man was too busy directing Hermione to pick up his fork and knife and eat.
Vernon spotted the issue right away, and despite the fact that Harry was busy cleaning up the dirty pans and dishes in the kitchen as he was told to, he still snapped his fingers to draw Harry’s attention back to them.
“Boy!” Vernon shouted. “Come over here and feed Dudley his breakfast. His hands are occupied.”
The pleasure-filled face of Dudley broke for just a moment as he smirked at Harry as he came closer. He scooted his chair back a bit more so that Harry could get an even better view of his girlfriend sucking his cousin’s cock as he sat down next to Dudley.
Hermione’s beautiful brown eyes looked up and met Harry’s as Dudley pushed her all the way down his cock. It looked like she was kissing the base of his shaft as she stared up at Harry, looking for his approval.
Harry had to stop himself from smiling openly at Hermione. Despite everything that had happened this summer, the Dursleys were still unaware that Hermione fucking other men was originally Harry’s idea and something that he genuinely enjoyed watching.
So, instead, Harry picked up Dudley’s fork and knife and started slicing up some food for his cousin. He started with a slice of sausage smothered with Heinz beans on the fork and gently guided it to Dudley’s mouth.
Dudley moaned, but Harry couldn’t tell if it was from the food in his mouth or Hermione’s mouth around his cock. He quickly chewed and swallowed his food, and the cycle repeated.
Throughout the entire meal, Vernon smirked at Harry, and Petunia mostly ignored him unless she had some reason to chastise him over how he was feeding Dudley. Dudley himself was content to eat and receive a perfect blowjob to start his day off right.
Just as Harry was scooping the last bit of tomato onto Dudley’s fork, Dudley suddenly grunted and slammed Hermione’s head all the way down onto his cock. Harry heard Hermione gag, and she even reached out and grabbed his trousers to stabilise herself as Dudley kept jerking his hips up into her mouth as he came.
With Dudley’s mouth hung open from the pleasure he’d just experienced, Harry popped the last bit of food into his mouth.
“God, you’re a mess,” Petunia chastised Hermione as she came up off of Dudley’s cock.
She was right; Hermione’s makeup was smudged on her face, her lipstick was half gone from her lips, and she had dozens of stray hairs dangling around her face. Most importantly though was the saliva coating the exterior of her mouth.
Dudley slung an arm around Hermione’s back as she sat up, and then he started openly groping her breasts with his hands. “She can go get cleaned up in a minute,” Dudley chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I gave her enough to eat for breakfast.”
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Harry was surprised that it wasn’t until the second day after Dudley left that Vernon called Hermione into the living room to speak to him and Petunia. Dudley always kept Hermione so busy that Vernon hadn’t had a chance to fuck her since the car ride back to Surrey. Without Dudley here, Harry had expected that Vernon would jump at the opportunity to shag Hermione as much as he wanted.
However, Vernon had his own way of doing things.
Vernon had asked to speak to Hermione privately, so, naturally, Harry chose to throw on his invisibility cloak and follow her downstairs when she went to go speak with his aunt and uncle.
Even though Dudley was gone from the house, Hermione kept on wearing the types of clothing that he liked. Black tights ran up her long legs, disappearing underneath a short, black skirt. She didn’t wear a bra, leaving her nipples showing against her thin, red crop top that was so easy to flip up and reveal her breasts in full view. Her hair was kept nice and loose, but she’d managed to tame it so that it was more wavy instead of being made up of thick, messy curls.
Harry crept into the living room behind Hermione as she walked in. Vernon was sitting alone on his old, comfy armchair, and Petunia was sitting another chair nearby, leaving the empty sofa for Hermione to sit on. As she sat down, Harry made his way round by the fireplace where he could quietly sit down on the floor and watch.
Hermione’s nervous smile seemed to set Vernon at ease as he openly stared at her.
“The boy’s out, yeah?” He asked her
“Mm hmm,” Hermione nodded, sticking to the cover story they’d planned. “He said he was running to the shops to pick up a few things, but he might be gone for a while.”
Vernon grunted as he shifted in his seat. “That’s fine,” he waved. “But what we need to discuss concerns him as well as you.”
Hermione perked up, sitting up with her back straight and leaning towards Vernon like she was interested in what he had to say. “Right,” she said. “You were a bit vague before.”
“I didn’t want to discuss it until we could sit down and talk,” Vernon explained. “It’s about your room and board here, and Harry’s too. Now, Petunia and I were kind enough to look after him for many years without any support, but he’s an adult now, and so are you. I understand that you’re working?”
“Yes, I am at the Ministry,” Hermione confirmed. She didn’t dare use the ‘M’ word around them to explain what type of Ministry it was; they all just implicitly understood Hermione’s meaning.
“It’s an internship, right?” Vernon continued. “It should be paid.”
“It is,” Hermione nodded. “It’s not much more than minimum wage though, and I’ve already used some of that money on books and supplies for school.”
“You have, have you?” Vernon’s voice sounded grim, but Harry could see that the man was actually trying to hide a smirk. “Well, I’d hate to kick the two of you out, but without any type of payment—”
“No, please,” Hermione suddenly interrupted, clasping her hands together and looking ever so much like a beautiful woman begging for mercy. “Don’t kick us out. I’m sure that we can find some way of paying you back.”
“You just said it yourself that you don’t have any real savings,” Vernon pointed out. “And minimum wage work won’t be enough to cover everything.”
Hermione bit her lip nervously and leaned back in her chair.
Harry was impressed with how good her acting skills were, even after all this time with the Dursleys. She knew perfectly well that Harry had money left over from his parents, and if he needed to, he could pay for the room and board his relatives wanted to charge. Plus, her savings were far greater than she was letting on. She’d have no issues paying either.
But Vernon didn’t know that.
“Isn’t there anything I can do to make this right?” Hermione asked with a pleading tone.
Vernon glanced over at Petunia, who was staring at Hermione like a speck of dirt on her freshly-mopped floors.
“There certainly is,” Petunia said shortly. “My husband is an important man, and the nature of his work is very stressful. He needs someone to help relieve that stress regularly, and it’s more than I’m able to keep up with. We need someone who is… more fit to spending her days serving others.”
Hermione squirmed awkwardly in her seat. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she couldn’t quite meet Vernon’s eye.
“I know that Dudley and I… and you and I have…” she bit her lip as she trailed off.
“Exactly,” Vernon clapped his hands together. “We’ve already done it, so there should be nothing to worry about. Just think of this as a more formalised way of repaying us for our generous hospitality. Dudley’s been hogging your attention quite a bit lately; I expect you to start sharing the love around a bit more.”
Hermione nodded her head in understanding. “Okay,” she breathed out. “When should I get started?”
“Well, right now, of course,” Vernon chuckled. “Why don’t you go ahead and strip for us. Petunia here wants to make sure that you’re fully suitable for me.”
Hermione’s hands flew to her skirt, where she undid the pin holding it in place. As she lifted her bum off of the sofa and pulled the skirt away, it was clear to everyone in the room that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her see-through black tights.
What was also clear was how wet she already was.
Petunia clicked her tongue at that. “So desperate for male attention,” she chastised Hermione.
“Now, now,” Vernon said, leering at Hermione’s pussy. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s good of her to recognise who she should be sucking up to. Now, get your top off and let's see your tits.”
Hermione barely lifted the hem of her crop top over her breasts before Vernon let out a satisfied sigh.
“There they are,” he chuckled. “Without Dudley mauling them, you can actually see how nice your skin is.”
Hermione tossed her shirt aside and went to pull down her tights, only for Vernon to stop her.
“Leave those on,” he commanded her. “And come over here.”
“Yes, sir,” Hermione replied dutifully. She climbed off of the sofa and walked over to Vernon’s armchair, where he was patting his lap.
Hermione spread her legs wide around Vernon’s as she sat down on his lap, facing him. Instantly, Vernon’s hands were all over her sweet, supple body.
“God, to be young again,” he groaned as he squeezed Hermione’s breasts in his hands. “If I had had you when I was twenty years younger, I would have never let you leave my sights.”
Suddenly, Vernon’s hands went down to her crotch. He grabbed the fabric of tights and ripped a gaping hole in them right over her dripping wet pussy. Then, he roughly shoved three fingers inside of her and scooped up as much of her delicious juices as he could before he brought his fingers back up to his lips and started licking them clean.
“Tastes just as good as I remember,” he grinned. “Pet, you really should get a taste of her.”
“I’ll pass,” Petunia glowered at Hermione.
Vernon shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he replied before his hands went for his zipper. He had to lift up his gut to be able to get his trousers open, and then he fished out his cock eagerly. His fat cock slapped Hermione’s pussy and began coating itself in her juices.
Hermione bit her lip to suppress a moan, and Harry had to do the same. From his position, he could see her arse hanging out of her torn tights and Vernon’s cock poking up from underneath her. She was squirming back and forth, wiggling her arse in his direction.
“Does that feel good?” Vernon asked with a lewd grin as he pressed his cock up against Hermione’s clit.
“Mm hmm,” she moaned softly. She was rocking her hips ever so slowly, pushing herself against him to get just the right amount of pressure that she liked.
Vernon chuckled and reached behind her to roughly grab one of her arse cheeks in his hands. He gave it a good squeeze before he spanked her. “I still don’t know what my ingrate nephew did to get a woman like you, but I’m not complaining. It’s good that you find pleasure where you can. I can’t imagine he’s any good in the sack.”
“No, he is,” Hermione protested, only for her voice to be cut off by another moan as Vernon smacked his cock off of her clit.
“Then why don’t I ever hear any of your sweet moans coming from his room except for when Dudley’s in there fucking you?” Vernon asked.
Silencing charms was the obvious answer, but Hermione didn’t volunteer that bit of information.
Vernon took Hermione’s silence as confirmation and just laughed again. “Well, at least you know that you can always come to me whenever you need a bit of fun. Why don’t you go on and get started right now? Show Pet how good you are at riding my cock.”
Petunia sniffed and turned her nose up at Hermione. “How good can she be? Look at her. She’s so desperate for a proper man that she’ll just bounce around on top of you like a dead fish.”
“Go on,” Vernon grinned at Hermione. “Show her just how good you can be.”
With a nervous nod, Hermione lifted her hips up. Vernon angled his cock right towards her pussy, and then Hermione sank down smoothly onto it.
“Ah,” Vernon sighed. “I’ve missed this tight fit.”
Petunia rolled her eyes. “It still doesn’t make up for skill.”
“Just wait,” Vernon assured her placatingly. “I’m sure that she’ll do a good job of taking care of me.”
With Vernon’s cock filling her pussy, Hermione took the opportunity to swirl her hips around and get used to his girth inside of her. Even though Harry was bigger than Vernon, it still took a minute to get adjusted to feeling stuffed like this. She adjusted herself into a squatting position with her arms on Vernon’s shoulders and her breasts in his face.
Once she was acclimated and ready, Hermione decided to show Petunia exactly what she could do.
Putting away her shyer persona, Hermione took charge and started bouncing on Vernon’s cock. There was no delay in her movements as she leveraged herself on Vernon’s shoulders to ride all the way up his cock before she dropped her weight back down onto his lap. The sound of her arse hitting his fat thighs was like a consistent clap that rang out every second.
Harry had to stifle a groan at the sinful thoughts that were running through his head as he watched Hermione fuck herself on his uncle’s cock. He so badly wanted to tear off his invisibility cloak and run up behind Hermione before shoving his cock in her tight arse. He could see her hole winking at him each time she slammed herself back down on Vernon’s cock.
Vernon was practically giggling with glee as Hermione’s firm breasts jiggled all around his face. He couldn’t escape them as she rode his cock up and down. He was licking, kissing, and slobbering all over them with such enthusiasm.
Yet, Petunia didn’t seem impressed. She was watching Hermione’s movements with a critical, practised eye. Anytime Hermione’s rhythm was off by even a quarter of a second, Petunia tsked and gave a slight shake of her head. It was like she was a referee keeping a tally of any time something wasn’t exactly perfect.
But despite that, neither Hermione or Vernon seemed to care. Vernon was too lost in the pleasure of Hermione’s pussy squeezing his cock and her breasts jiggling in his face as she rode him, and Hermione was too busy focused on showing just how well she could fuck Vernon.
Honestly, Hermione was putting on a clinic. She’d ridden Harry like this quite a few times, and it never failed to make him cum far faster than normal. Just seeing the sheer joy on Hermione’s face was enough to make him reminisce so deeply in those memories that he could practically feel her riding his cock right now.
Hermione’s lower lips clung to Vernon’s fat shaft as she slammed herself all the way down onto him. Vernon let out a choking sound, and Harry knew it was because Hermione was squeezing her pussy as tightly as she could around his shaft.
“Let me show you what I can do like this,” Hermione told Vernon with a wink before she literally spun around on his cock. She was wet enough to do it, and as she settled herself, she had her arse facing Vernon and her hands on his knees.
Before Vernon could even get his meaty hands on her arse, Hermione starting fucking herself on his cock again. With her feet planted on the ground in between Vernon’s, all she had to do was straighten her legs to slide up his cock and then drop her weight back down onto him again. Her arse cheeks rippled as she collided with his lap, and a sweet moan left Hermione’s lips from the pleasure of the new angle.
“You see,” Vernon groaned, grabbing Hermione’s arse and squeezing it in his hands as he glanced over at Petunia. “She’s… ugh, she’s got some real talent this one.”
Suddenly, Petunia got to her feet and walked right past Harry to stand directly in front of Hermione. To her credit, Hermione didn’t even stop bouncing on Vernon’s cock when Petunia grabbed her chin and tilted her head upwards.
“She’s just a slut,” Petunia said dismissively. “A toy for you to have fun with.”
“A lot of fun,” Vernon chuckled in agreement.
Hermione had a fierce look on her face as she picked up the pace, slamming herself down onto Vernon’s cock harder and faster as she tried to bring him to a climax.
“But I bet she’ll break if you put too much attention on her,” Petunia replied. Her hand left Hermione’s chin and dropped down to her breasts. There, Petunia roughly pinched Hermione’s nipple in between her fingers.
Hermione squealed from the pleasure and pain of what Petunia was doing to her, and her thighs started to quiver.
“You see,” Petunia exclaimed. “She can’t even stand up to this. I bet she’d shut down if I touched her clit.”
“Do it,” Vernon groaned. “Go on, let’s see how tight she can get. I’m so close.”
Hermione seemed to revert back to her nervous persona as Petunia crouched down and leaned her head in close to where Hermione and Vernon’s bodies were joined. She watched Hermione’s pussy engulf her husband’s cock for a minute, listening to it squelch, and then she touched her.
Hermione bit her lip hard, desperate to not give in. The next time she slammed herself down onto Vernon’s cock, her legs shook when she tried to get back up. Petunia shot her a challenging look and applied a little more pressure to Hermione’s clit.
One final time was all that Hermione managed. As she reached the apex of Vernon’s cock, Petunia pushed Hermione’s little nub just a little too much, and Hermione screamed in pleasure as she came.
Without the ability to control her legs anymore, Hermione dropped all the way down onto Vernon’s cock and started squeezing the life out of him as her orgasm overwhelmed her body and mind.
“Fuck!” Vernon cried out as he doubled over at the waist and started thrusting his hips upwards. He came then, squeezing Hermione’s arse and closing his eyes shut as Hermione’s pussy drew out every drop of cum he had to offer her.
When Vernon finally settled down, but Hermione was still in the throes of her orgasm, Petunia moved her fingers away from Hermione’s clit and stood up. Desperate to keep the pleasure going, Hermione brought her own fingers to her clit and worked to eke out that last bit of pleasure she could give herself.
“She’ll do, I suppose,” Petunia sniffed. “At least now you won’t have to pester me for sex every day. Fuck your slut whenever you feel like, just be ready for me when I come calling.”
“I’d never dream of letting you go unsatisfied, Pet,” Vernon told her sweetly.
Vernon grabbed Hermione by her hips and lifted her off of his cock. He deposited her on the floor in front of his chair, and all of his cum came spilling out of her pussy and onto the floor.
Petunia growled and stormed over to the kitchen, where she grabbed a rag. She came back and tossed the rag onto Hermione’s nearly-naked body. “Clean that up!” She shouted. “I won’t have a mess in my house.”
Vernon patted Hermione’s head. “Best do what the missus says. But keep up your good work today. As long as you keep paying off your room and board just like today, you and the boy are more than welcome to stay for as long as you’d like.”
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“Boy!”
Harry jumped in surprise as the front door slammed behind Vernon. He stormed into the kitchen, looking like he’d just drank a Pepperup Potion that was sending steam out of his reddened ears. He had a furious scowl on his lips as he slammed his briefcase down.
“Yes, Uncle?” Harry said.
“Bring me a beer,” he ordered Harry roughly before he jabbed his finger in Hermione’s direction. “You! Follow me.”
Hermione obeyed at once, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room with Vernon.
After Harry grabbed a lager from the fridge and poured it into a tall glass, he carried it into the living room for his uncle.
Vernon was reclining back on the sofa with his cock out. Hermione was curled up beside him and gently sucking on the head of Vernon’s cock while his hands absentmindedly squeezed her arse.
“Bring it here already,” Vernon chastised Harry, waving him forward.
“Here,” Harry said quietly as he handed over the glass.
Vernon drank deep from it, downing nearly half of the glass in a single go before he set it down on the small table beside the sofa. “God, the day I’ve had,” he shook his head. “You don’t know how good you’ve got it staying here without paying even a single pence. At least your girlfriend’s got the right mind for how to treat her hospitable hosts.”
Vernon chortled and slipped his hand underneath Hermione’s skirt. It only took a couple of seconds before Harry heard some quiet wet sounds coming from Hermione’s crotch as Vernon fingered her pussy.
“Be a good lad and run off to the shops to get more for me, would ya?” Vernon told Harry. “I think fucking my slut is going to work up a mighty thirst.”
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“I’m home!” Harry called out as he stepped back into Number 4 Privet Drive, carrying two armfuls of groceries.
The house was quiet, and that made Harry frown. He knew that Vernon and Petunia were gone for the night for a special supper down in London with some posh business folks, but Hermione was supposed to have been home from work at the Ministry by now.
“We’re up here,” a male voice called out from up above.
Harry dropped the groceries off on the kitchen table and hurried upstairs, confused as to who was speaking to him. His bedroom door was open, and when he looked inside, he saw his girlfriend surrounded on their bed.
Piers, Dennis, Gordon, and Malcolm were all around Hermione.
Piers was laying on his back, with his cock stuck firmly up Hermione’s arse, while Malcolm was buried in her pussy. Gordon was knelt down beside Hermione’s head, and her mouth was stuffed full with his cock. Dennis was on the opposite side of Hermione, fondling her breasts while she stroked his cock with her hand.
“Hey, Potter!” Piers laughed loudly. “Vernon gave us a call and said that since he and Dudley are gone right now, he’d like us to come and check up on Hermione.”
“She looked absolutely deprived being left here alone without any strong men to take care of her,” Malcolm grunted as he pounded away into Hermione’s pussy. Faintly, Harry could hear her moaning around Gordon’s cock as she sucked on him hard.
“You can go touch yourself out in the hall if you want,” Piers taunted Harry. “But we’re not gonna let her go until we’re done with her, and we’ve got quite a bit of pent up energy in us, haven’t we lads?”
There was a chorus of agreement at that, and Harry saw Hermione’s lips curl into a smile around Gordon’s cock.
Suddenly, Dennis groaned, and Hermione pumped his cum out all over her breasts.
“That’s one!” Malcolm announced.
“Figure we can hit an even dozen by the time we’re done with her?” Piers asked brazenly.
“Easy,” Gordon grinned.
“You’d best get started yourself, Potter,” Piers laughed. “Hermione’s going to be busy for a while, so fuck off and let us have our fun, yeah?”
The sounds of sex only grew louder as Harry walked out into the hall and paused to listen. The myriad sounds of Hermione being fucked by his childhood bullies simply brought a smile to Harry’s lips.
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Vernon and Petunia arrived home the next evening as it was getting late. Harry had spotted Petunia stepping out of the driver’s side door, which was unusual given his uncle’s protectiveness over his vehicle. But then he saw his uncle’s inebriated state and it all made sense.
“Where is she?” Vernon asked as he hiccoughed when he walked into the home.
Petunia snapped her fingers at Harry. “Where’s your slut?”
“Hermione’s taking a bath,” Harry answered.
That was all Vernon needed to hear as he bounded upstairs as gracefully as a man half his size would be able to muster at that speed. There was a squawk of surprise from Hermione as the door busted inward.
“Aww, you washed up for me,” Vernon’s voice was so loud that it boomed downstairs. “Well, you may as well save the water, because you’ll need another bath after I’m done with you. Come on out of there; I want to fuck you in my bed.”
Petunia just sighed and walked into the kitchen.
With Harry’s interest piqued, he couldn’t help but quietly head upstairs to take a peak at what was going on.
He arrived just in time to watch as Vernon carried out a squirming, giggling Hermione out of the bathroom. She was completely naked and still dripping with water, but Vernon didn’t seem to care. He was carrying her easily in his arms and had his face buried in her breasts as he carried her towards his bedroom.
Vernon kicked the door open and didn’t bother to close it behind him as he literally threw Hermione onto his bed. Then, he drunkenly started tearing off his clothes with no care for where they landed.
Hermione knew what she had to do, and she laid down on her back and spread her legs nice and wide for Vernon. Once he got his last sock off, Vernon pounced on her like a lion and rammed his semi-hard cock into her waiting pussy. He started pounding into her as his cock stiffened the rest of the way up, resting all of his girth on her body and kissing her face all over.
Petunia came up the stairs then, carrying two glasses of water, presumably for herself and Vernon. She ignored Harry as she walked past him, but she paused at the bedroom door.
“I’ll send her back to you once Vernon’s done with her,” Petunia told him before she slammed the door closed behind her.
Even without the visuals, Harry could still hear Vernon fucking his girlfriend. The sound of their flesh smacking together and Hermione’s cries of pleasure echoed out of the bedroom, and Harry couldn’t help but start to touch himself.
It wasn’t until ten minutes later that Hermione came out of the bedroom sheepishly. Vernon’s cum was leaking down her thighs, and she was covered in sweat.
“Oh, Harry,” she jumped in surprise as she turned and caught sight of him. Then, she saw his erection in his hands and she gave him a devilish grin. “Why don’t you come with me into the bathroom? I’ve just got to get washed up, but then I’m all yours.”
Watching Hermione’s arse sway tantalisingly as she strutted off to the bathroom, Harry couldn’t help but follow after her.
There was no better woman in the world for him.
