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Watching His Girlfriend at the Going-Away Party - Hermione/Dudley/Piers
🕑 Added 2023-02-26 16:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: Hello everyone and welcome to Part 3 of the Watching His Girlfriend series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
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The Christmas break was nearly over. New Years had come and gone and Harry and Hermione had celebrated the new year with the Dursleys gleefully. It was almost surreal to Harry. He had never once imagined that he’d be happily celebrating the holidays with the Dursleys, but they had done exactly that. And Harry knew exactly why too.
As the fireworks exploded in the video on the television set, Petunia had pointed out that someone had set some off at a nearby park by their house. She, Vernon, and Harry had all gone to look out the window to see the multicoloured explosions in the sky, leaving Dudley and Hermione behind on the couch. Harry had a perfect view of their reflection in the mirror as Dudley lifted Hermione’s dress up and squeezed her tits as she leaned down to lick his exposed cock. Harry stayed there with his aunt and uncle for all of six and a half minutes watching the fireworks as Dudley smirked at his back and enjoyed the sensations of Harry’s girlfriend sucking him off. Harry pretended not to hear the audible grunt Dudley made when he finally finished in her mouth, and he turned around just as Hermione’s dress was settling back down atop her legs.
“You haven’t even rung in the New Year by kissing your girlfriend yet, Harry,” Dudley said with a suspicious grin on his face.
Hermione pretended to look scandalized at the suggestion, but Harry knew that she loved it just as much as he did. After the first time she’d fucked Dudley and Vernon, she’d gotten used to getting used by them on a regular basis, and she was very vocal in telling Harry just how much she enjoyed being fucked by his relatives, especially when she and Harry were having sex themselves.
Harry pretended perfectly like nothing was wrong and went over and gave Hermione a peck on the lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the evil grin on Dudley’s face grow, but Dudley made a clear sound of dissatisfaction.
“Really? No tongue? What are you, children?” Dudley chided him. “Come on. Give her a real kiss.”
Harry deepened the kiss and immediately tasted the residual bitter and salty tang in Hermione’s mouth. Dudley hooted and hollered and clapped Harry on the back before he settled back on the couch with a self-satisfied smirk.
The following days had seen Dudley, and Vernon, growing more and more bold in front of Harry. One day, Dudley had been sitting right beside Hermione on the couch while Harry was in the chair opposite them. Dudley had laid a blanket across his and Hermione’s bodies and then placed her hand onto his cock. Harry pretended not to notice the way the blanket subtly moved up and down as Hermione stroked Dudley’s cock until he finished.
Things finally came to a head the day before Harry and Hermione were set to return to Hogwarts. The Dursleys had decided to throw the two of them a going-away party; it had come as quite the surprise to Harry, though Hermione at least seemed to have some prior knowledge about the event.
“Trust me,” she had told him a couple of nights ago when they were laying in bed together, tangled up in his bedsheets. “You’ll love it.”
So trust her he did.
When the day finally arrived, the Dursley house was a flurry of activity. Petunia had gotten up early to start baking some delicious treats for the evening celebration while Vernon and Dudley quietly discussed their plans in the living room. Harry and Hermione had been asked to leave the three of them to their own devices until supper, so they had spent much of the day walking around Little Whinging.
The winter chill barely stung Harry’s skin as he meandered down the sidewalk with Hermione at his side. She was bundled up in a comfortable jacket with her Gryffindor scarf wrapped around her neck to keep out the cold. Her cheeks were rosy pink and she had a great big smile on her face.
“I’m so excited for tonight,” she gushed. “Really, you’re going to love it.”
Harry hoped so. This trip back to his relatives had been more than he’d ever expected. Not only did he feel like he’d unlocked a new side of himself, he had never felt closer to Hermione than he did now. Their communication was perfect and their physical intimacy was at an all time high.
“Can I get a hint?” Harry asked her as he bumped his hip against hers.
“Nope,” Hermione giggled as she spun away from him when he tried to wrap his arm around her waist. “You’re just going to have to trust me.”
“You’re lucky I do,” Harry joked as he chased after her.
Hermione ran away, laughing as she ducked beneath the icy branches of a nearby willow tree. Little Whinging felt so quiet and peaceful today, almost unusually so. When he was growing up, there always seemed to be some drama going on in the area, even if it was just a salacious story spread around by some of the housewives. But even beyond that, there was always Dudley and his gang playing ‘Harry Hunting’ which kept him quite busy.
As the afternoon wore on and the evening started to settle in, Hermione eagerly led Harry back towards Privet Drive.
All of the curtains were drawn at the Dursley house, preventing Harry from getting so much as a peak as to what was going on inside until he actually entered the house himself. Hermione went inside first and quickly shed her jacket, leaving her in her jumper and jeans. As Harry took off his jacket, he could hear the sounds of laughter coming from the other room.
“We’re back!” Harry announced.
Another round of laughter rang out. “Back already, Harrykins?”
Harry furrowed his brow. Was that Piers? Piers Polkiss?
He and Hermione walked down the hall towards the living room and saw Vernon, Dudley, and Piers all sitting around with full mugs of beer in their hands. They seemed cheerful and giddy as they looked over at the new arrivals.
Piers seemed to have followed Dudley in his positive lifestyle changes. The once too-skinny kid was replaced by a well-built man whose blond hair was trimmed down to a buzz cut. Piers’s gaze landed on Harry first, but it instantly moved over to Hermione when she entered the room behind Harry.
Piers got to his feet and walked over with a cocky grin on his face. Dudley and Vernon had similar looks as they watched the encounter play out.
“Harry!” Piers exclaimed as he opened his arms wide for a hug.
Harry was still a little surprised to see the man here so he did what was natural and hugged Piers back. The hug lasted barely a second before Piers released him and stepped in front of Hermione.
“And you must be Harry’s beautiful girlfriend!” Piers grinned as he threw his arms around Hermione. Harry spotted out of the corner of his eyes that Piers’s hands drifted lower down her back than was strictly appropriate. “Dudley sold you short.”
“Oi!” Dudley called out. “I did not.”
“You said she was beautiful, Dudley,” Piers called back, his hands still roaming Hermione’s backside. “But she is positively gorgeous.”
Hermione blushed lightly. “Thank you.”
And then, Piers did the unthinkable. He kissed Hermione!
Harry stood in shock as the man kissed Hermione openly on the mouth. His lips were parted slightly, and Harry swore that he saw Piers’s tongue slip into her mouth for a brief moment before he pulled back. “Sorry!” Piers laughed at Harry’s shocked expression. “My family took a trip to Greece this past summer and picked up this habit from the people there. You wouldn’t believe how affectionate they are.”
Judging by Dudley’s snickering, that was a bold-faced lie, but Hermione didn’t seem to mind it one bit so Harry decided to play dumb. “Oh yeah; I think I’ve heard about that.”
Piers just clapped Harry on the shoulder. “Well, come on and sit down,” he said, guiding Harry over towards the chair he had vacated.
As Harry sat down, Dudley ushered Hermione over to the couch. She sat down beside him, and Piers quickly sat down on her other side. Given the small size of the couch, Hermione looked a little squished between the two men. Neither of them seemed to mind though, even when their arms ‘accidentally’ brushed along the side of Hermione’s breasts.
“So, Harry,” Piers began as he not-so-subtly slid an arm around Hermione’s waist. “What ever did you do to find such an enchanting woman at your side?”
“She asked me out, actually,” Harry smiled, fondly recalling the night that Hermione confessed her feelings towards him. “And we’ve been dating ever since.”
“Two wonderful years,” Hermione smiled across at Harry.
“Really? Two whole years?” Piers repeated with fake astonishment in his tone. “I can’t believe that you’ve kept her hidden away from your family for so long. Dudley tells me that she’s been a delight to have around.”
“Yeah,” Dudley chortled. “She really is the perfect fit here.”
Vernon laughed at that too. “We’ll always be happy to play host to such a wonderful and giving girl like Hermione here. She really seems to know her place.”
“That she does,” Harry laughed along with them, continuing to play the fool as though he didn’t understand what they were all referring to.
“Well, you’ll have to bring her back around this summer when the rest of the gang is back in town,” Piers commented. He squeezed Hermione against his side. “You’d love to meet Dennis, Gordon, and Malcolm. The five of us,” he said, also gesturing at himself and Dudley, “used to have so much fun playing with Harry.”
“Oh?” Hermione looked curiously at him. “What did you all get up to? Harry never talks much about his past.”
That was another lie, but it seemed to be exactly what Piers wanted to hear. Harry could see that Hermione was doing an excellent job playing up the role they had developed for her; it kept giving everyone all the ammunition they needed to try to take Harry down a peg or two.
“It was a fun bit of sport,” Dudley grinned.
“Harry hunting, we called it,” Piers explained. “It was sort of like tag, except everyone had to tag Harry to win.”
That was an oversimplified way of explaining. Harry supposed it was like tag, only if he was caught he’d get beaten up at the end.
“It was a blast,” Piers laughed, acting like it was just a bit of fond memories and not a potentially embarrassing story for Harry. “We’d spend hours chasing Harry all around the neighbourhood. He got really good at hiding from us.” His eyes gleamed as he looked down at Hermione. “I wonder how you’d do at it. Maybe this summer we could play it again, only this time it’d be Hermione hunting. I bet we could have loads of fun together, especially if we managed to catch you.”
Dudley took the opportunity to reach out and squeeze Hermione’s ass. It was barely subtle, and Dudley didn’t even seem to care if Harry noticed or not. Hermione let out a little squeak of surprise at the sudden touch, getting a little flustered look on her face and shyly glancing over at Harry. Harry just smiled back, still pretending not to notice anything.
The lack of a reaction seemed to embolden Dudley who didn’t bother to remove his hand. Instead, he just moved it lower until Hermione was literally sitting on his hand.
Piers grinned at Dudley’s actions and looked over to Harry to see if he was going to do anything, but Harry didn’t. Harry just sat perfectly still, his gaze focused on Hermione’s blushing face.
“Supper time!” Petunia called out from the kitchen.
It was like a switch had been flicked as Dudley, Piers, and Vernon all immediately jumped to their feet. They eagerly guided Harry and Hermione to the dining room where a large spread of delicious foods had been laid out across the long dining table. Petunia had gone all out with various different dishes like roasted herb chicken, fish pie, cauliflower cheese, cream of mushroom soup, and roasted vegetables coated in garlic butter. Harry could see a large banoffee pie and several glasses of eton mess sitting off in the kitchen. It was the absolute picture of an excessive meal that Vernon and Dudley loved. Though Harry rarely had to cook this much for them growing up, he remembered that Petunia had done this only for special occasions.
Harry turned to thank his aunt only to pause when he saw the mocking look in her eyes. She seemed pleased with herself, but as though it was at his expense.
Petunia was the first one to sit on the close side of the table, and Vernon quickly followed suit by sitting down near her, leaving a single open seat in between them. Dudley and Piers were already making their way over to the other side of the table, pulling Hermione along as they went.
Harry stepped over to the chair in between Petunia and Vernon, only to frown as he noticed the missing chair across from him. “There’s only two chairs over there,” he noted.
“Ah yeah, sorry about that,” Vernon shrugged, not sounding sorry at all as he poured himself and Petunia each a healthy glass of wine. “Accidentally broke the legs off of the spare the other day. Bad luck and all that.”
“Okay,” Harry said slowly, giving his uncle an odd look. “Well, I can bring in one of the armchairs and-”
“Not in here you won’t,” Petunia rebuked him sharply. “I’ll not be having any grease stains on my nice furniture.”
“Don’t worry, Harry,” Dudley interjected with a grin. Piers took one of the two available chairs and Dudley plopped himself down in the other. He patted his thighs while looking at Hermione. “Hermione can sit in my lap. It’ll only be for a little while, until supper’s done.”
So, that was the play then, huh?
Dudley grinned at Harry even as he was tugging Hermione’s hand and guiding her over to him. “You don’t mind, do you, Hermione?”
Hermione glanced up at Harry, biting her lip in that innocent yet seductive way that she always did. “No, I don’t mind,” she replied meekly.
“You see,” Dudley said. “You don’t mind either, right, Harry?”
Before Harry could even answer, Dudley wrapped his arm around Hermione’s waist and yanked her onto his lap. She let out a little giggle as she settled on top of him and Dudley scooted them forward to the edge of the table. She looked so small in his lap, but it was clear that she was having fun. And Dudley seemed content to have Hermione sitting on him with his arms wrapped around her waist, tightening her jumper over her breasts. It was only then that Harry noticed her stiff nipples poking against the fabric.
“No, I don’t mind,” Harry replied quietly, but his opinion really didn’t seem to matter to anyone else. It was already a foregone conclusion that Hermione was going to be sitting with Dudley for supper.
So, Harry sat down in between Vernon and Petunia, doing his best to not accidentally hit his uncle’s belly with his elbow as he served himself up a full plate of food. Vernon piled his plate high, and Petunia took a more conservative amount herself. Piers took only a little less than Vernon, and Dudley was whispering quietly into Hermione’s ear as she gingerly picked out what knew were some of Dudley’s favourite foods.
Supper proceeded normally, as normal as it did in the Dursley household anyway. Petunia was prim and stiff as she daintily ate her healthier foods while Vernon and Piers dug in greedily at the delicious feast they had in front of them. Harry ate well too, though his attention was more fixed towards Hermione and Dudley than it was to the food he was eating.
Hermione seemed to be the one in control of the fork and knife. She would get a slice of chicken or vegetables and eat it before quickly grabbing another and feeding it to Dudley. It was strange. They looked like a happy, lovey-dovey couple with Hermione sitting on Dudley’s lap like that. Dudley kept whispering in her ear, telling her things that made her giggle. Dudley kept a tight grip around Hermione’s waist the whole time, and, eventually, Harry spotted Hermione rocking her ass against Dudley’s crotch. It was the type of brazenness that Harry had come to expect out of Dudley but not out of Hermione. She had always played coy with Dudley up till now, but it seemed that there was a marked change happening tonight.
“Here, let me,” Harry eventually overheard Dudley say to Hermione after the meal had progressed for a while. He took the fork and knife out of her hands and collected a massive amount of cauliflower cheese on the fork. Then, Dudley dropped the food onto Hermione’s lap.
Dudley hadn’t even pretended it was an accident. He just dropped the steaming, cheesy food onto Hermione’s jeans and let out a sarcastic: “Oops.”
Dudley immediately helped Hermione to her feet and got up himself. “Here, we don’t want you burning your pretty legs,” he said as his hands deftly unbuttoned her jeans. Even Hermione looked a little scandalized as Dudley yanked down her jeans in front of everyone at the table, leaving her just in her lacy little red thong.
“Dudley!” Hermione exclaimed, covering her front with her hands as she leaned forward, but that only gave Piers a perfect eyeful of her juicy ass as she stuck it out towards him.
“Don’t worry about it, Hermione,” Dudley said reassuringly as he sat back down in his chair. He lifted Hermione off the ground by her hips, raising her high enough so that everyone got a good look at her red thong and the wet spot in between her legs before he dropped her onto his lap. “It’s nothing we all haven’t seen before.”
“What?” Harry said aloud, pretending as though he hadn’t been secretly watching Dudley fuck Hermione for weeks now.
“Nothing,” Dudley waved him off. “Sorry everyone, just go back to supper.”
Everyone but Harry did. He could feel the smugness radiating off of Vernon and Piers as their attention flickered between Hermione’s squirming body and Harry’s face. They were just waiting for him to explode or do anything about his girlfriend, but Harry never did. This was the surprise Hermione had told him about, and he wasn’t about to ruin all of the planning that had gone into it. Besides, it was exciting to see Dudley getting more open and bold about what he was doing. If anything, it was making Harry more excited to see what was going to happen next.
Hermione kept up the charade of feeding herself and Dudley even as her cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment. Dudley just acted like nothing was wrong and returned to his previous position of having his arms around Hermione’s waist. His arms kept the hem of her jumper from covering up her crotch, so everyone at the table had a perfect view of her damp panties.
As they ate, Dudley was rubbing random patterns on Hermione’s exposed skin. It was teetering on the lines of decency for barely a minute before he walked straight over that line when a couple of his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Hermione’s thong. No one said anything as Dudley worked his fingers lower and lower until Hermione let out a soft moan.
That moan seemed to be the catalyst that set everything off. Vernon and Piers dropped all pretenses of eating their meals as they watched Dudley play with Hermione’s pussy. Petunia kept eating, but she had a visible look of disgust on her face as Hermione’s moans became more and more pronounced. Hermione at least tried to maintain the charade as she kept feeding herself and Dudley food, but the pleasure quickly began to make it difficult to carry food to their mouths. When she inevitably dropped a bit of soup onto her jumper, Piers was the one to reach over and yank Hermione’s jumper over her head, leaving her top half completely exposed to the air.
Harry nearly leapt into action there as he dropped his cutlery and started to stand up, but he was cut short by Vernon who put his meaty paws on Harry’s shoulders and forced him back down into his seat. “Let her have fun with someone who’ll treat her right,” Vernon chortled.
“Yeah, Harry,” Piers laughed along. “She looks like she’s enjoying herself; let her!”
Hermione looked away from Harry’s face. “Sorry,” she murmured quietly, sending off another round of laughter from the assembled men in the room.
Using his free hand that wasn’t busy playing with Hermione’s pussy, Dudley managed to unzip his trousers with surprising deftness. His hard cock flopped out and stuck straight up, brushing against Hermione’s cloth covered pussy.
“Still got this in the way,” Dudley grunted as he grabbed the offending thong and tore it off of Hermione’s body. Now she was completely bared to the entire room, and it was clear just how horny she was from the moisture that was literally starting to drip off of her lower lips and onto Dudley’s cock.
Harry could see from the look on Hermione’s face as she bit her lip that she was really looking forward to this. Even though she was playing the embarrassed girlfriend who was giving in to Dudley’s lustful desires, she still kept sneaking glances Harry’s way to check on his reactions to make sure she wasn’t going too far. Harry had to try to keep his gleeful emotions in check and instead put on a look of pure shock in order to fool everyone else, but he knew that Hermione would see straight through him.
The head of Dudley’s cock speared Hermione’s lips as he jostled her in his lap. They spread lewdly around his fat cockhead, and Dudley made sure that Harry got a good look before he pushed Hermione down on his erection.
Hermione moaned and grabbed onto the edge of the table as Dudley’s cock suddenly filled her up. Her bushy mane fell around her face, but it wasn’t enough to hide the red blush and panting from everyone’s attention. Dudley wasn’t bothering to give her time to adjust though; he seemed keen on humiliating Harry as quickly as possible as he started to thrust up into Hermione’s pussy.
“God, look at how pathetic he is,” Piers sneered at Harry across the table. “Not even doing anything as his girlfriend is getting fucked by his own cousin.”
Vernon laughed and slung one arm around Harry’s shoulder. He seemed keen on holding Harry in place in case he got any ideas about going for his wand. “He knows that his slut deserves to actually enjoy herself once and a while. She probably fakes it for him all the time; I bet he’s just dreaming of seeing her actually cream on a real man’s cock!” Vernon downed his glass of wine and immediately held it out to Petunia for a refill. She did so promptly, politely ignoring the scene playing out in front of her as though it were beneath her.
“She’s cum lots of times these past few weeks,” Dudley announced cruelly, relishing in the look of betrayal Harry had flash across his face for a moment. He kept thrusting his hips up as he shoved his cock deep into Hermione’s wet pussy. “That’s right, Harry. Every time you’ve been gone, I’ve been fucking Hermione. Hell, even when you’re in the room, I’ll sometimes get her off; not that you’d even be able to recognize what that looks like. I bet your tiny cock hasn’t ever made her feel close to being full like mine does. She’s so desperate for a good fuck that I don’t even have to do anything and she’ll still try to get off on me.”
To prove his point, Dudley stopped thrusting up into Hermione. Much to the amusement of the other men, Hermione let out a whine of displeasure and started bouncing in Dudley’s lap to maintain the pace he had set. With her hands gripping the edge of the table, her tits were bouncing freely as she rode Dudley’s cock, and Piers took that as an invitation to reach out and start squeezing them.
“Really nice,” Piers grinned appreciatively. He turned his attention away from Harry and over to Dudley. “Hey, Big D,” he laughed at the old nickname, “do you mind if I join in too?”
Dudley shook his head. “Not at all,” he said with a sweeping gesture at Hermione’s naked body.
As Hermione dropped back down onto Dudley’s cock, he suddenly rammed his hips forward. Hermione let out a screech of pleasure as she was filled to the brim. Her knees buckled and her back arched sharply as Dudley got to his feet, pushing his chair away from him and grabbing onto Hermione’s hips with his hands. He pulled her away from the table and Hermione struggled to stay on her feet as she shuffled her feet to turn with Dudley while keeping his cock inside of her the whole time. After a few seconds, she ended up with Piers’s crotch right in front of her face, and her hands instinctively started to unzip his trousers.
“Look at her,” Vernon chortled into Harry’s ear, the stench of alcohol on his breath filling Harry’s nostrils. “The fucking slut is already going for it without being told! Shows you just how much she needed a good fuck in her life.”
“Better than Harry could ever give her anyway,” Piers moaned as Hermione took his cock into her mouth. His hands wormed their way through her hair and he grabbed on to the back of her head as he started to rock his hips back and forth. “Fuck, her mouth’s as good as you said, Dudley.”
“Been putting it to good use lately,” Dudley groaned as he started to go back to fucking Hermione now that she had Piers’s cock in her mouth. She was nice and bent over in front of him so he was able to really control the pace as he roughly fucked her. “She’ll take you all the way into her throat. Won’t complain or nothing. Better than any of the slags around here by far.”
Merlin, hearing Dudley talk about Hermione like this sent such a pleasurable tingle up Harry’s spine. However, it didn’t go unnoticed by Vernon who shot Harry an amused look.
“You like hearing about your girlfriend being used by a real man, don’t you?” Vernon grinned. He glanced down and then he burst out laughing. “Oh, boys, little Potter’s got a fucking boner! He’s getting off to watching you two fuck his girlfriend!”
Harry was, and this humiliation was only making it all the hotter. Every laugh that came from Dudley, Vernon, and Piers’s lips just made the situation all the better. The two younger men didn’t even stop spitroasting Hermione as they laughed. They took their pleasure freely, enjoying bouncing Hermione’s body back and forth in between them.
“Go on,” Dudley urged Hermione. “Tell your pathetic boyfriend just how much you love being fucked by us!”
Hermione could only look at Harry out of the corner of her eyes as the two men continued fucking her. She tried to take Piers’s cock out of her mouth, but he just forced it deeper into her throat in response.
“Go on,” Piers repeated with a malicious look over at Harry. “Tell him.”
So, Hermione tried to talk around Piers’s cock. Her words were an incoherent, garbled mess, and they made the men laugh rancorously.
“That’s a good slut,” Dudley told Hermione. “But you’ll be an even better one when you take my load into your pussy.”
Again, everyone relished in the look of surprise that crossed Harry’s face. But he didn’t do anything to stop the action going on in front of him. Dudley and Piers just kept fucking Hermione’s respective holes until Dudley suddenly broke his rhythm and jerked his hips against Hermione’s ass over and over again as a low groan left his mouth. Hermione moaned around Piers’s cock too as Dudley came inside of her pussy, but her sounds turned to choking as Piers let out his own groan and started cumming directly down her throat. Hermione spluttered around his cock, but Piers forced her head down until her lips touched the base of his shaft. Dudley and Piers made out-of-time thrusts against Hermione, rocking her body around like a ragdoll as they both finished inside of her. When they pulled out, Hermione collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.
There was a moment of silence as the reality of the situation settled in across the table. Dudley and Piers had just fucked Hermione in front of Harry and he hadn’t done anything to stop it. All of the men seemed amused and content, enough so that Dudley even sat back down in his chair and went back to eating.
It was Petunia that broke the silence. “Go clean your whore up,” she told Harry sharply. “I don’t want any mess on my floors by the time you’re done.”
Vernon patted Harry’s shoulder one last time before letting him go. Harry stood up silently and started around the table, passing by Piers who grinned up at Harry. “Your girlfriend’s mouth really is something special.”
“Thanks,” Harry muttered quietly.
He came to a stop beside Hermione who just looked up at him with embarrassment over all of her features. As Harry reached down to help her up, Dudley stuck his arm in between them. “Just one second, cousin,” he said before picking up Hermione himself. He hoisted her up onto her hands and knees and placed her head on his lap. “Be a dear and suck me clean, would you?”
Hermione didn’t hesitate as she opened her mouth and licked up all of her juices off of Dudley’s cock. Harry just watched as his girlfriend serviced his cousin. Cum leaked freely out of her pussy and onto the floor. When Hermione finished licking Dudley clean, she spun around and licked up the mess that had spilled out of her pussy. Only after everything was clean did she allow Harry to help her to her feet and lead her upstairs to the shower.
As Harry closed the bathroom door behind the two of them, Hermione turned and gave him a bright but tired smile. “How was that?”
Harry breathed out the breath he had been holding. “It was incredible!” He exclaimed. “Better than I could have dreamed of.”
“I’m glad,” Hermione replied as she stepped into the shower. Before she closed the curtain, she gestured down at the obvious tent in his trousers. “You’d better get in here and fuck me; as much as I had fun before, nothing compares to you.”
Harry grinned and tore off his clothes before hopping in the shower to claim his sloppy seconds. As his and Hermione’s bodies joined together, he let out a deep sigh. There truly was no one as wonderful as his beloved girlfriend.
