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Watching His Girlfriend in the Dursley's House - Hermione/Dudley/Vernon
🕑 Added 2023-01-28 16:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: Hello everyone. This is a prequel story to the "Watching His Girlfriend in the Slytherin Den" story from last month that was commissioned by wnelson001. This story is also commissioned by them and I hope you all enjoy it!
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When Harry Potter walked through the halls of Hogwarts early on a Saturday morning, he honestly never expected to hear the conversation that he did. He didn’t even mean to overhear it; he was simply walking along and happened to hear his name being said. His curiosity won out and he placed himself right around the corner from where the conversation was taking place.
“Potter’s too fucking lucky for his own good,” Blaise Zabini sighed. “How’d he manage to snag a bird like that anyhow?”
“They’ve been friends since first year,” Draco Malfoy pointed out to his friend. “Honestly, no one could have pictured Granger turning out as fit as she did.”
They were talking about Hermione? Harry had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud. Hermione was going to have a fit when she heard that Draco Malfoy of all people called her fit. This wasn’t the first time he’d overheard something like this either, and it always interested him to hear what people thought about his beautiful girlfriend. He inched a little closer to the corner to see if he could overhear any more.
“Too right,” Blaise agreed. “Otherwise, I would’ve been all over that by now.”
“Merlin,” Draco groaned. “Her ass is absolute perfection. When you ‘accidentally’ flipped her skirt up in Potions class right when she was bending over, I swear I was this close to running over there and grabbing those two beautiful cheeks in my hand and fucking her right then and there.”
Blaise snorted. “That would’ve been a sight to see, but I can’t say that I wouldn’t have been tempted to join in on that action. Can you imagine her bent over the desk? You fucking her while she gags on my dick?”
“Potter would lose his mind if that happened,” Draco chuckled. “Bet Granger would too, only she’d be losing it from how good she’d be feeling.”
As the two Slytherins spoke, Harry tried to imagine the situation in his mind. He could perfectly picture that smoky room and those dark tables. He’d seen Hermione bent over enough to know exactly what she’d look like on top of one of those tables. And if Draco and Blaise were on either end of her . . .
Fuck, that actually sounded kind of hot.
That pulled Harry up short. Was he getting turned on at the thought of his girlfriend being fucked by other men?
The erection in his pants gave him the answer he needed.
Well, that was honestly something Harry never expected to learn about himself. As he thought more about it, it all seemed so confusing to him. He and Hermione were in a happy, loving relationship with an incredible sex life. Why would he care about watching other people fuck her when he could be the one to do that himself?
Suddenly, Harry turned on his heels and walked away from the two chatting Slytherins. Whenever he had a problem like this he couldn’t solve, he only knew of one person he could go to see.
Hermione.
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“It’s not as strange as you might think, Harry,” Hermione explained to him as she glanced up from the book she had been reading. The two of them were sitting in a secluded section of the Hogwarts Library, far away from any prying ears. “Quite a few men are into cuckolding.”
“Cuckolding?” Harry repeated curiously.
Hermione nodded her head. “It’s when they watch their partner having sex with someone else. There are lots of reasons for it: some men are submissive and like feeling a little jealous over someone else being with their partner, others like to see their partner satisfied in different ways than what normally happens, and some men just like to feel like they’re competing with other men for their partner’s affections.”
Well, huh, that strangely made a lot of sense to Harry. “Hmm,” he nodded, lost in thought as he imagined what it was about hearing Draco and Blaise talk about Hermione that got him so excited.”
“Harry,” Hermione said gently as she reached across the table to take Harry’s hand. “Were you . . . I mean . . . is this something that excites you?”
Did it ever! Merlin, it felt just like when he and Hermione first started fooling around all over again. His stomach was in excited butterflies and he wanted nothing more than to make this dream a reality, but it still felt so strange to him.
For a moment, he considered lying to Hermione, but their relationship was built on caring trust and he wasn’t about to break that. “Yes,” he admitted.
Hermione nodded as though she had been expecting that to be the answer. “I can’t say that I’ve ever dreamed about anyone else since we got together,” she said before biting her lower lip. “But, if it was something that would make you happy, I’d be willing to try it out.”
Harry wanted to leap across the table and kiss this wonderful woman who had been such an integral part of his life for so many years. She was just the perfect person for him, and he truly appreciated that about her. “Hermione, I don’t know what to say,” he chuckled lightly. “I half expected you to call me a nutter and kick me to the curb.”
“You know I’d never do that to you, Harry,” Hermione smiled encouragingly at him. “If doing this makes you happy and excites you, then I’d be happy to do it.”
Harry let out a deep breath and smiled back at her. How had he ever gotten so lucky to have her in his life?
“Now,” Hermione said playfully, looking right into Harry’s eyes, “did you have any idea as to who you’d want to do this with?”
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Harry crinkled his nose at the ugly Christmas decorations around the Dursley’s house. He hadn’t been back here for a Christmas in years, not since before he started Hogwarts. He supposed the decorations weren’t too bad, just a little gaudy for his tastes, and they had nothing on the decorations at Hogwarts.
Hermione squeezed his hand reassuringly, and it was only then that Harry realized that he had been bouncing his leg restlessly. They were seated together on the small sofa in the Dursley’s living room, all cuddled up beside each other. Hermione looked amazing as always in her cute jumper and knee-length skirt. The house was completely empty, other than Dudley who was sitting in Vernon’s large armchair across from Harry and Hermione.
It had taken weeks of planning and discussion between the two of them to decide how they would approach this situation. They had outlined various seduction plans and contingencies in case things weren’t working out the way they hoped.
In the end, everything was a lot simpler than Harry had imagined.
When Harry had first told his aunt and uncle that he’d be returning back home for Christmas—they only agreed because he lied about the school being shut down for renovations—they had been thoroughly annoyed with the prospect of having to house their nephew for a few extra weeks. But, once he told them that he’d be bringing his girlfriend along and he included a picture of the two of them together in the letter, all of the complaints stopped. It had perplexed Harry thoroughly until he actually returned back to the Dursleys.
Dudley came with his parents to pick Harry up from King’s Cross, something he almost never did unless his parents forced him. It meant that Harry, Hermione, and Dudley had to cram themselves in the back of Vernon’s company Vauxhall car. Hermione chose to squeeze herself in the middle, something that was much easier to do after Dudley’s weight loss in recent years thanks to his boxing training. He was still larger than most men, but a lot of that was due to the muscle he had on his body.
It wasn’t until Harry heard a soft moan leave Hermione’s lips in the car that he had realized something was off. He was careful to only look at Hermione out of the periphery of his vision, and that was when he spotted Dudley’s hand swiftly retreating from underneath her skirt.
Hermione told Harry everything that happened once they eventually arrived back at Privet Drive. Apparently, Dudley had been subtly groping her for most of the drive until he finally worked up the courage to feel her through her panties underneath her skirt.
It was wonderful to know that his cousin was is interested in fucking Hermione as Harry was in watching him do so.
The following week had gone smoothly. Harry did everything he could to leave Hermione and Dudley alone in a room together for just enough time that Dudley would be tempted to touch her. Hermione played coy with Dudley, but never rejected his touches. According to her, men like Dudley wanted women to act submissively. They wanted to feel in control of the situation and to take the lead. She must have been right, Harry decided, if Dudley was so enraptured with her act that he was openly staring at her with a lustful look in his eyes when the three of them were in the same room together.
Harry gave Hermione a quick peck on the cheek, pretending to not notice Dudley glaring at him. “I’ve got to go to the shops to get things for dinner. Will you be alright here until I get back?” He asked, following the script they’d prepared.
Hermione looked thoughtful for a second. “I could come with you-” she started to say.
Harry shook his head. “It’s really cold out, and I don’t want you getting ill over the break.” He looked up at Dudley. “You’ll make sure Hermione stays nice and warm inside, won’t you?”
A smirk overcame Dudley’s lips as he puffed out his chest. “Of course, cousin.” He got up to his feet at the same time Harry did and, before Harry could take more than a couple steps away from Hermione, Dudley was already taking Harry’s spot beside her. He wrapped an arm around her brazenly and pulled her tight up against his muscled chest. “She’ll be safe with me.”
Harry smiled at him. “Great! I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
Dudley just kept up at that smirk as Harry walked away, and Hermione shot him an encouraging but nervous smile. Once Harry was around the corner, he silently shrunk his shoes and jacked and stuffed them into his trouser’s pockets before pulling out his invisibility cloak. He threw the silvery material around him as he opened the front door. He held it open just long enough to make it seem like he was truly leaving before he closed the door.
There was a moment of silence as Harry silently crept back towards the living room, completely invisible to Hermione and Dudley thanks to his cloak. He hadn’t expected much to happen in the few seconds since he had left, but when he returned, he saw that Dudley’s hand had moved its way right up to Hermione’s breast. He was groping her with a cocky grin on his face, his eyes watching Hermione as she blushed and squirmed awkwardly beside him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Hermione protested weakly.
“No, we shouldn’t,” Dudley agreed, but he didn’t stop his actions. In fact, if anything, he seemed to be getting more aggressive. His hand was squeezing her breast so tightly that the flesh of her breast was popping out in between his fingers—Hermione had suggested not wearing a bra underneath her jumper to help things move smoothly along. “I know Potter asked me to keep you warm, but you look a little too warm. Just look at how flushed your cheeks are.”
Hermione glanced away bashfully, and Harry’s knees went weak. Merlin, she looked so fucking stunning, and she was playing her part to perfection.
“I suppose I am a little too warm,” Hermione admitted. “Maybe we should turn off the fireplace?”
Dudley shook his head with that cocky grin still on his lips. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Moving faster than Harry expected, Dudley’s hand left Hermione’s breast and instead grabbed onto the hem of her jumper. Hermione barely had time to squawk in surprise before her jumper was halfway off of her and her glorious breasts were revealed to the air. They were wonderfully round and topped with delicious pink nipples, which were already hardened.
“Just lift your arms up,” Dudley said encouragingly. “There you go,” he added once Hermione’s arms were above her head. He yanked off her jumper and tossed it casually to the floor before returning his arm back around her. “Now isn’t that better?”
“It’s—ah!” Hermione let out a little moan as Dudley pinched her nipple. She bit her lip and glanced away from him. “It’s a bit better.”
“But not good enough,” Dudley said, gesturing down at her skirt.
“Dudley, I-”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice the fact that you aren’t wearing any underwear at all today,” Dudley chuckled. “Planning on having some special time with Potter later on tonight? Well, I can promise you that my cousins got nothing on me. Unlike him, I know how to please a woman.”
Harry could see Hermione fighting to hold back her laughter, but it became a bit easier to disguise after Dudley stuck his hand right under her skirt and touched her bare pussy.
“You see,” he said, pulling his hand back and showing off two fingers that were coated in Hermione’s juices. “You want a real man to take care of you. I bet you can barely feel Potter’s tiny cock; trust me, you’ll be begging for mine after I fuck you.”
Hermione squirmed in her chair, doing her best to look as indecisive as possible. Harry shifted around the room eagerly, trying to find the perfect angle to watch what was about to go down. He was already so turned on by what he’d seen that his cock was hard in his trousers. He knew that if he got it out now, he’d blow his load much too soon.
“Here,” Dudley said, grabbing Hermione’s hand with his. He brought it down upon the obvious bulge in his trousers. “Think you can handle this?”
“I don’t know,” Hermione replied softly, letting a little tremble into her voice. “It’s really big.”
“The bigger the better,” Dudley proclaimed. “Why don’t you get a proper look at it? Go on.”
Harry watched as Hermione’s fingers gently started unzipping and unbuttoning Dudley’s trousers. Once both of those tasks were done, Dudley lifted his hips off of the sofa and Hermione pulled his pants and trousers off together. Dudley kicked them off towards Hermione’s discarded jumper and grinned at her.
“Well?” He prompted. “What do you think?”
Dudley was very well endowed. His cock was both long and thick, but Harry was secretly pleased to see that he was still a bit larger than Dudley. Still, with that thing between his legs, Harry knew that Dudley would bring Hermione plenty of pleasure.
Hermione pretended to be astounded by the sheer size of Dudley’s cock. “Wow,” she murmured, slowly reaching out her hand towards it as though acting by instinct.
“Go on,” Dudley urged her. “Get a feel for it.”
As soon as Hermione’s fingers wrapped around Dudley’s cock, Dudley let out a low groan. “That’s it,” he chuckled.
Hermione giggled nervously along with him. “It’s so big,” she cooed as she slowly stroked Dudley’s cock.
A sudden fire was lit in Dudley’s eyes as he watched Hermione practically start to drool over his cock. A bead of precum formed on the tip of it, and Hermione gently wiped it away with the pad of her thumb. She was stroking him ever so lovingly, just like she did to Harry before a romantic evening together.
“Take your skirt off, darling,” Dudley said, mimicking the pet name Harry had used for Hermione several times since they had arrived at Privet Drive.
This was it! Harry watched with rapt attention as Hermione released Dudley’s cock and stood up. Both men had their eyes on Hermione’s breasts as they bounced wonderfully as she got to her feet. Then, Hermione pulled at the small, hidden zipper on the side of her skirt before it fell to the floor, leaving her completely bare.
From her creamy skin to her curvy hips and breasts, Hermione looked like an absolute goddess standing in the warm firelight. Dudley clearly thought so as well as he jumped to his feet and was suddenly all over Hermione. He grabbed her in a great big hug as he kissed her uncontrollably. Hermione moaned back into the kiss but was forced to take a few steps back as Dudley kept pressing forward.
Harry’s eyes widened as he realized the trouble that he was about to be in. He was standing on the opposite side of the room from the sofa that Hermione and Dudley had been on, but now Dudley was pushing Hermione right back towards him. There wasn’t much space to maneuver in the cramped living room, but Harry managed to step over a small ottoman and wedge himself in between the fireplace and miniature Christmas tree.
Hermione crashed back into the wall just on the other side of the fireplace. Harry could literally reach out and touch her if he wanted to. Dudley pinned her arms above her head on the wall as he kissed her and ground his cock against her belly.
“You’ve been wanting this ever since you got here,” he groaned in between kisses. “Potter found himself a perfect little slut, but he can’t satisfy you, now can he?”
“No, he can’t,” Hermione lied, moaning as Dudley kissed the crook of her neck. “But you can with this big cock of yours.”
Merlin, watching this was so hot. The fear of getting caught only made this so much more exciting for Harry. He literally had to clamp a hand over his mouth because he was breathing so heavily.
In a sudden move that left Hermione gasping, Dudley suddenly spun her around on her feet and forced her hands against the wall. With her ass facing him, Dudley wasted no time in grabbing his cock and lining himself up with Hermione’s dripping entrance.
“Here we go,” Dudley warned her before he forced his hips forward.
Harry and Hermione let out a simultaneous gasp as Dudley suddenly filled Hermione’s tight pussy in a single thrust. Thankfully, Dudley was too focused on the cunt around his cock to have noticed Harry’s sound.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Dudley groaned as he grabbed Hermione’s hips. He hunched over her back to talk directly into her ear. “I’m going to stretch you out so good that Potter’s little cock won’t be able to feel a thing when he’s inside of you.”
Harry could scarcely believe his eyes at the erotic sight in front of him. Hermione just moaned as she wiggled her ass back against Dudley’s hips, making sure that every inch of his cock was buried inside of her pussy. Her back was arched beautifully and her perky breasts stuck out like two perfect orbs that Harry wanted to reach out and grab onto. Now that he was finally able to watch Hermione as she was fucked, Harry had an entirely new appreciation for just how gorgeous she was and how lucky he was to have her.
In all of his wildest dreams, Harry never expected this to have gone so well. Watching his own cousin, a bully who hated Harry, fuck the woman he loved was just incredible. Even though he had yet to start moving, Harry could see from the strained look on Dudley’s face that Hermione’s pussy was making him feel really, really good. Dudley would finally get a chance to try Hermione’s body, and then she’d come back to his side.
When Dudley finally managed to find stable footing, he immediately started fucking Hermione roughly. He reeled his hips back before slamming them forward, making Hermione’s ass ripple from the impact. The force of the hard pounding elicited a scream of pleasure from Hermione’s throat. Her nails scratched at the paint on the walls as she arched her back even further.
“You’re so big,” Hermione moaned.
Dudley chuckled and smacked Hermione’s ass hard. “This is how a real man fucks his woman,” he said, punctuating his statement with another thrust deep into Hermione. “Can you imagine what your pathetic boyfriend would do if he came home early and saw me fucking you like this? I bet he’d know instantly that he’d never be able to compare to me.”
Dudley’s words sent a spark of pleasure through Harry. While he knew that Dudley’s degrading words weren’t actually true, Harry loved the way Dudley was trying to establish dominance over both Harry and Hermione. It was easy enough for Harry to get lost in the fantasy that Dudley’s words were real and that he was nothing compared to his cousin. Maybe Hermione would leave him after this.
Fuck it. Harry had waited long enough, and he couldn’t wait any longer. Using the sounds of Dudley’s hips smacking off of Hermione’s ass to mask any sound he made, Harry quickly unzipped his own trousers and pulled out his cock and started to wank as he watched his girlfriend get fucked right in front of him.
However, just as Harry got a couple of strokes in, he froze as he heard the front door open.
Hermione froze up too, her moans coming to a screeching halt as she stared back awkwardly over her shoulder towards the hallway that led to the front door. Dudley was the only one who didn’t stop; he just kept on fucking Hermione as though he hadn’t heard anything.
“Dudley?” Uncle Vernon shouted. “Is that you in there?”
Everything was about to be ruined! Harry scrambled to find his wand from within his robes, mentally recalling the basics of a simple memory charm when Vernon walked into the room.
Instead of freaking out like Harry expected, Vernon just laughed as he saw what was going on in the room.
“So, Potter’s slut puts out, huh?” Vernon’s fat body jiggled as he was overcome with a fit of laughter. “Gods, I knew there was no way he could land a woman as sexy as this one with how pathetic he is. She’s probably fucked half of the boys at that school of hers out of desperation. I’m surprised it took this long for her to strip for you.”
“She was practically begging for it the second Potter left,” Dudley boasted, smacking Hermione’s ass loudly again. When she didn’t moan and still appeared to be frozen in shock, Dudley frowned at her. “What’s wrong?”
Vernon just laughed again. “Bet she never expected to be so lucky as to land two Dursley men in one afternoon.” He plopped himself down on the sofa and started to unzip his trousers. “How’s the fit?” He asked Dudley.
“Tight,” Dudley groaned. “And wet.”
“That’s a good girl,” he leered at Hermione. “Now, why don’t you two come over here so that we can put her mouth to good use.”
Hermione looked torn for a second. Her face glanced around the room, searching for Harry. He knew that this was his chance to step in before things went any further. They had only talked about having her fuck Dudley; Vernon was not a part of the plan at all. But the more Harry thought about it . . .
Fuck, was he really going to let her go through with this? He wanted Dudley to fuck her because he had bullied Harry all his life. It just felt so hot to let him use his girlfriend and see just how good she was. It got Harry all excited, and seeing Hermione in action was a truly sublime sight. Uncle Vernon had been just as bad as Dudley over the years. Watching him and Dudley fuck Hermione . . .
Harry settled back in his little nook and just watched as Dudley started to shuffle Hermione over towards Vernon, never once taking his cock out of her pussy. Hermione kept scanning the room, but after Harry didn’t interfere, he saw in her eyes that she made the decision to commit to this.
Hermione dropped to her knees in between Vernon’s legs, making Dudley get down onto his knees behind her too. Vernon had that same grin that Dudley had on earlier as Hermione reached up for his thick, meaty cock. It was a little shorter than Dudley’s, but a bit thicker.
“Good girl,” Vernon chuckled. “Now, get to it.”
Without warning, Vernon grabbed the back of Hermione’s head and forced her down to his cock. She let out a squeak of surprise before her voice became muffled around Vernon’s cock.
“Get going, son,” Vernon told Dudley. “I want to see how good this slut can suck cock while she’s getting fucked.”
Dudley grinned back at his dad. “You got it!”
So, Dudley returned to fucking Hermione. He was greedy in how he took his pleasure with no regard to how Hermione was feeling. He used deep, powerful thrusts into her pussy to ram her body forward, forcing her to choke down more of Vernon’s cock.
Vernon laced his fingers through Hermione’s long, curly hair and grabbed a hold of it. “That’s it,” he hissed as Hermione slurped on his cock. Even from across the room, Harry could hear the wet sounds of Hermione gargling around Vernon’s cock, struggling to handle its thick girth being forced into her throat every time Dudley slammed his cock deep inside of her. “Take it all you whore.”
“Take it easy, dad,” Dudley laughed. “She’s not used to cocks as big as ours when she’s stuck with Potter.”
Vernon laughed with his son. “Too right. How’s it feel to have real men inside of you now, girl?”
Hermione tried to speak, but the words turned into spluttering as Vernon raised his hips to force his cock back into Hermione’s mouth. Vernon pulled down on her hair and forced Hermione to start sucking his cock again.
Harry felt like he was in a dream watching his relatives spitroast his girlfriend. Her body was being bounced back and forth between them, and the room was filled with the scents and sounds of sex. Harry was stroking himself underneath his invisibility cloak, occasionally letting a moan slip out of his lips. He wasn’t too worried about being silent as a mouse anymore; both Dudley and Vernon seemed so enraptured with Hermione that there was little that would distract them now.
Dudley groaned and came to a stop with just the tip of his cock in Hermione’s pussy. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks as he shut his eyes tightly. “Fuck, this slut’s cunt is gonna make me cum.”
“Hold on, son,” Vernon grunted. He pulled Hermione’s mouth off of his cock, and she immediately started gasping for breath. Her face looked messy with saliva coating her lips and dripping down onto her chin. “Before that, I say we give her something to remember us by.”
Dudley’s eyes immediately opened. “You mean-”
“Exactly,” Vernon answered before Dudley could finish speaking.
“Oh,” Dudley cackled. “That’d be just perfect.”
Harry leaned forward, curious as to what was going to happen. Surprisingly, Dudley pulled out of Hermione and helped her to her feet.
“Come here,” Vernon said to Hermione, patting his lap.
Hermione walked forward as though she was in a stupor. From the look on her face, Harry knew that she was feeling really good. Seeing her fucked by other men was his fantasy, but after they had started planning this day, Hermione had gotten more and more turned on by the idea too.
Hermione planted her knees on either side of Vernon’s legs. Her breasts were in his face and her dripping pussy sat right above his erect cock.
“Sit down,” Vernon ordered her before he took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking greedily at the perfect orb of flesh.
Hermione practically dropped right down onto Vernon’s cock, being filled up in an instant. She let out a long, satisfied moan as she grabbed onto Vernon’s shoulders for support.
“That’s it,” Vernon grinned as he pulled back from Hermione’s breast. “See how good it feels with a real man inside of you? Well, now you’ll get the chance to see what it’s like with two of them.”
“What?” Hermione uttered in confusion. She looked back over her shoulder to see Dudley approaching her from behind.
“Just enjoy yourself,” Dudley chuckled as he pushed Hermione’s torso forward. She fell onto Vernon who reached down behind her to spread her ass cheeks apart, showing off her tight pussy that was wrapped around his cock. Dudley crouched slightly and positioned himself right against the seam of Hermione’s pussy and his father’s cock.
Were they about to double penetrate her? Harry bit back a groan as he doubled the speed at which he was stroking himself. He’d done this with Hermione before with a toy, but they’d never invited someone else to join them before. Would she even let them do this? She had a chance now to call out or use the basic wandless magic she had to put a stop to everything, but he knew just how depraved and horny his girlfriend could be. She was just as turned on as he was.
So, Hermione just bit her lip and buried her head in the crook of Vernon’s neck as Dudley pushed into her too. Nothing happened for nearly a minute as Dudley kept trying to push forward but Hermione’s tight pussy prevented him from making any headway. It almost looked like it wasn’t going to happen until Hermione suddenly let out a loud scream.
“That’s it,” Vernon laughed. “Get right in there and fuck this slut.”
Harry knew he had to get closer to see this. Leaving his safe corner, he quietly tiptoed forward, still stroking himself as he looked to find the perfect angle. He ended up having to get very close to Dudley and Vernon to see what was going on, but once he did, he was glad that he had done it.
Hermione’s pussy was stretched to her physical limits. Both Vernon and Dudley’s cocks were slick and coated with Hermione’s creamy juices, making it easier for them to move around inside of her. Still, the sheer tightness of her pink lips around their shafts prevented them from moving too quickly without the risk of being forcibly ejected.
“God be good,” Vernon groaned as pushed Hermione further down onto his and Dudley’s cocks. “You’ll have a Dursley child growing in your belly by the end of this.”
Dudley snickered at that as he made several short thrusts into Hermione’s pussy, making her moan like crazy. “Can you imagine how pathetic Potter would look thinking that the kid was his? Like he was actually potent enough to get this slut pregnant?”
Vernon laughed along like that. “It’ll be our little secret,” he said to Hermione. “You’ll lie and tell him it's his, but we’ll all know the truth.”
Fuck, Harry bit down on his tongue to stop from groaning. His hand was stroking his cock faster and faster now, and it was getting harder to hold on.
“Maybe instead we’ll leave you all used up for him to find when he gets back home,” Dudley taunted as he and Vernon picked up the pace, both thrusting in and out of Hermione at opposite times from one another. “I bet you he wouldn’t even say anything because he knows we’d beat his ass up if he tried anything. Even his pathetic magic wouldn’t be able to save him.”
Hermione moaned loudly again and that set off another round of laughter.
“I think she likes that idea, Dudley,” Vernon said. “Well, that’s good because I’m getting close.”
“So am I,” Dudley grunted.
As Harry neared the edge too, he was so thankful that Hermione had agreed to go along with this. He couldn’t have asked for a more perfect first time than this.
With a mighty roar, Vernon’s cock pulsed and he started cumming inside of Hermione’s pussy. That extra bit of pressure set off Dudley too, and soon both men were groaning and panting as they released their seed inside of Harry’s girlfriend’s pussy.
The look of pure ecstasy that overcame Hermione’s face when the two men started cumming inside of her was what set Harry off. His cock erupted in a torrent of cum, painting the inside of his invisibility cloak a milky white. The pleasure was so overwhelming that he had to stagger back to the wall in order to not fall down onto his knees.
The moment that the two men were done, they both quickly extricated themselves from Hermione’s pussy. Her limbs looked like jelly as she sagged down onto the floor, her chest heaving for oxygen as she just laid there.
Vernon sneered down at Hermione as he got to his feet. “I hope Potter likes the sight of his slut all used up. Maybe if he’s lucky, he can have our sloppy seconds.”
Dudley crouched down beside Hermione and smacked his cock against her cheek, leaving a messy imprint behind of her juices and his cum mixed together. Then, he and his father left the room and headed upstairs.
Harry couldn’t believe that all of that had actually happened. It had been so perfect and wonderful and beyond his wildest expectations. Hermione was still just laying there, catching her breath as cum oozed out of her swollen pussy.
He was just about to take off his invisibility cloak and make sure that Hermione was okay when the front door opened and soft footfalls started down the corridor.
Petunia peered around the corner into the living room with a sneer on her lips and her nose upturned at the sight of Hermione. “I thought I smelled a cheap whore in here,” she commented. Hermione glanced up at her, but it was clear that she was too tired to do much more than that. “Honestly, Dudley needs to learn to pick up after his whores instead of leaving them around wherever he wants. Clean up the floor and then go take a shower; you look like an absolute disaster.”
With that, Petunia stalked away and into the kitchen.
Harry yanked off his invisibility cloak and was immediately at Hermione’s side. She smiled up at him as he dropped to his knees beside her. “Enjoy yourself?” She asked, gesturing down at his still hard cock.
“Absolutely,” Harry nodded his head eagerly. “Did you?”
Hermione nodded back. “It went better than I thought it would. Merlin, it was so hot hearing them talk about me and you like that.”
Harry grinned. He really had found the one for him. “Here,” he said as he scooped his arms beneath her and lifted her up. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” He was halfway up the stairs before he looked back down at her. “Interested in a quickie in the shower?” He asked cheekily.
“For you,” Hermione giggled. “Always.”
