The Hogwarts Strip Club (Ch. 2 - Hermione & Romilda)

Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).

As the crowd began to disperse, Harry and Hermione made their way back to the bar to order more drinks. The sight of Katie riding the broom, her breasts flopping out of her top and her pussy on full display, had left a lasting impression on them both.

But the night was still young, and there were plenty more surprises in store for them at The Hogwarts Strip Club. As they settled back in their seats, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him. What other delights would the club have to offer?

The answer came sooner than he had expected.

Taking a seat on the bar stool next to him was none other than Romilda Vane, and Harry's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her.

She was wearing a stunningly beautiful red dress that ended around her waist, leaving her long, toned legs bare. Her big tits were barely contained by the tight fabric, the tops of her creamy mounds spilling over the low-cut neckline. Her hair was styled in a sexy bun, a few tendrils framing her face, making her somehow look even more alluring.

Harry's eyes roved over her body, not sure what he would rather look at—her big, swaying tits or her firm, round arse, which was barely covered by the short dress. She was seated daintily on her stool, her bare arse practically hanging off the edge, and Harry couldn't help but wonder if she was even wearing any knickers underneath.

Fuck, she's gorgeous, Harry thought to himself, unable to take his eyes off her.

As he watched, Romilda threw back her head and downed a shot of Firewhisky, her throat working as she swallowed the fiery liquid. As she set the glass down on the bar, she licked her lips, and Harry could not help but imagine what those pretty lips would feel like wrapped around his cock as he slid down her throat.

Romilda seemed to sense his gaze, and she turned to look at him, her eyes locking with his. "Harry!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with delight as she recognised him. "I didn't expect to see you here! And Hermione too! You both look fantastic!"

Harry couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm. "Thanks, Romilda," he replied. "You look stunning yourself."

Romilda beamed at the compliment, her cheeks flushing slightly, and Harry was reminded of the crush she'd had on him in their younger years. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft. "I don't usually come here, but I heard that Katie was going for the all-time record tonight, and I wanted to see it for myself."

"It was quite the show," Harry admitted, his mind still filled with the image of Katie's glistening pussy as she rode the broom.

"Absolutely," Romilda giggled, clearly feeling the effects of the Firewhisky, and whatever else she'd had that night. "I don't know how she manages it. I've tried a couple of times, but I think I'm just too sensitive, if you know what I mean. The second I feel the broom vibrating against my pussy, I'm done for."

Harry couldn't help but imagine Romilda up on that broom, her dress fluttering around her, her big tits bouncing, and her arse in the air as she was thrown off and landed in the cushions beneath. I wouldn't mind watching that, he thought to himself, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his raging arousal.

Hermione, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, leant past Harry to speak to Romilda. "I never took you for a flier, Romilda," she said, her voice playful.

It shouldn't have had that effect on him, but Harry suddenly felt like his face was on fire. Due to Hermione's new position, his eyes were now staring straight down the front of her top, and the view was mouthwateringly good. He could see the tops of her big breasts, the creamy flesh spilling over the top of her shirt, and he found it almost impossible to tear his eyes away.

She's not wearing a bra, Harry realised, his cock growing harder still. What else isn't she wearing?

Romilda laughed at Hermione's comment, clearly not noticing Harry's predicament. "Oh, I'm not good with a broom," she replied. "I prefer to ride a different kind of stick, if you know what I mean."

"Ah," Hermione said, grinning knowingly. "I think I do."

Then, she leant back over to Harry and whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "She clearly wants to fuck your brains out, Harry. You should go for it."

Harry's eyes widened, and he looked at her in disbelief. Hermione had never been the type to encourage him to go after girls, and he was taken aback by her sudden change of heart. Had the Firewhisky loosened her inhibitions as well?

"But... what about you?" he asked, feeling torn between his desire for Romilda and his loyalty to his best friend. "I don't want to leave you alone."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm a big girl, Harry," she said. "I can take care of myself."

Romilda, sensing an opportunity, leant forward, her big tits pressing against Harry's arm as she spoke. "Why don't you join us, Hermione?" she suggested, clearly excited at the prospect. "I've always wanted to have a threesome."

If Harry's eyes were wide before, they were practically bulging out of his head now. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hermione had never expressed any interest in him before, at least not that he knew of, and he couldn't imagine her ever agreeing to such a thing.

But to his surprise, Hermione seemed to be considering it. She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any hint of hesitation or reluctance, all the while blushing up a storm the likes of which Harry had never seen on her before. Harry, not knowing what to do, just stared at her, hoping the look on his face was enough to convey his feelings.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hermione gave him a small smile and turned back to Romilda. "Okay," she said, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "Let's do it."

Bloody hell, Harry thought, his heart racing. Is this really happening?

Romilda, meanwhile, looked thrilled, and she immediately hopped off her stool and grabbed Hermione's hand, leading them both towards a private room at the back of the club. Harry raced to follow, his eyes glued to the sway of the two witches' arses, their skirts riding up as they walked to reveal the bottoms of their bare cheeks.

Harry had barely closed the door behind him when he felt two pairs of hands on him, pushing him back towards the sofa. He sat down with a thump, and before he knew it, Romilda was on her knees in front of him, her hands already working at his trousers.

Hermione joined her a moment later, and together, the two witches quickly had Harry's trousers and boxers off, his massive cock springing free and standing upright like a flagpole, already throbbing with anticipation. They both took a moment to admire it, their eyes wide with wonder at its impressive length and girth.

"Merlin, Harry," Romilda gasped, her eyes glued to his cock. "It's so big! I didn't know you were packing such a monster!"

Hermione, too, seemed amazed, her eyes wide with awe. "It's... it's massive, Harry," she whispered, her voice soft as she reached out and tentatively wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "How is this supposed to fit...?"

Harry just grinned, loving the way the two witches were gawking at his cock like it was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. "Don't worry," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "We'll take it slow."

But his words fell on deaf ears. The two horny witches exchanged a look, and with a silent nod of agreement, they dove in, their eager mouths and tongues exploring every inch of his thick shaft.

Harry could hardly believe what was happening. Just an hour ago, he had been struggling with the weight of his past, feeling lost and alone. But now, here he was, with not one but two beautiful witches on their knees in front of him, their mouths and hands working together to bring him pleasure. It was almost too good to be true.

Harry groaned as Romilda's soft lips slid down his length, taking him deep into her throat, while Hermione ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and nibbled on his sensitive balls. The two witches worked together, sharing his cock and taking turns sucking and licking him, their hands exploring everything he had to offer, their own pussies growing wetter and wetter the longer they spent worshipping his big, fat cock.

When the two girls licked up either side of his cock and their tongues met at the top, sharing a playful kiss around his fat, bulbous head, Harry knew that he had ascended to heaven. The two witches continued to lick and kiss around his cock, and it was all he could do to stop himself from cumming all over their pretty little faces.

After a minute of this blissful torture, Romilda pulled away, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Harry's cock. "I think he's ready," she declared. "What do you think, Hermione?"

Hermione, who was still licking and sucking on Harry's cock like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, looked up at her friend and nodded. "He's ready," she agreed, her voice breathless with desire.

Romilda grinned and stood up, pulling Hermione up with her. "Good," she said. "Now, let's get you out of those clothes."

In one swift motion, Romilda hooked her thumbs into the thin waistband of Hermione's thong and pulled it down, revealing her glistening pussy, which was already dripping with arousal. Hermione gasped, but Romilda didn't stop there. She moved her hands to the bottom of Hermione's shirt and lifted it up and over her head. She was not wearing a bra, and her big tits immediately sprang free, bouncing for a moment before settling into place. The skirt followed next, and Romilda dropped it unceremoniously to the floor, leaving Hermione standing there in nothing but her heels.

Harry couldn't take his eyes off her.

Hermione had always been beautiful, but there was something about seeing her fully naked that made her even more alluring. Her body was stunning, with curves in all the right places, and he couldn't wait to feel her wrapped around him.

Romilda, it seemed, had the same idea. She gave Hermione a gentle push, sending her stumbling forward in her high heels until she landed in Harry's lap, her legs straddling his thighs, her slick pussy pressing against the base of his cock. Harry's eyes widened as he felt her hot flesh against him, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching out to cup her firm arse cheeks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her up and down, rubbing her soaking wet pussy against the underside of his thick cock.

She gasped as she felt him against her, and Harry couldn't help but grin.

He loved the way she responded to his touch, the way her body seemed to melt into his, her pussy dripping with arousal. He was so hard that it actually hurt, and he could feel himself throbbing between her thighs. He wanted to sink inside her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life.

"Harry," she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as he continued to tease her. "Please... I need it."

Harry obliged, lifting her up and positioning her over his shaft, his huge cock head pushing up against the puffy lips of her cunt. She was so slippery that it only took a moment of writhing for her to slide down, her pussy stretching wide to accommodate his massive girth, her tight walls gripping him as he filled her completely.

"Aaahh! Fuck! Harry! It feels so good!" Hermione whined in pleasure, her pussy clenching around Harry's cock as he slid into her. She could feel every inch of him, his thickness stretching her to her limits, filling her up in a way she had never felt before.

With a moan, Hermione began to move with him, her pussy sliding up and down the shaft of his cock with ease, her pussy juice spilling out with every stroke, soaking his thighs and balls as she moved on top of him. The feeling was intense, and she couldn't stop herself from crying out, her voice echoing through the room as they moved together.

Romilda, watching from the side, was entranced. "That's it, Hermione," she encouraged, her own pussy dripping as she watched the two of them fuck. "Ride his cock. Take it deep!"

Hermione blushed at the encouragement, but she was too focused on the pleasure Harry was giving her to be embarrassed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face into her big tits as she continued to bounce in his lap, her nipples hard and sensitive against his skin.

Harry, for his part, was loving every second of it. He had never seen Hermione like this before, so wild and uninhibited, and he couldn't get enough of it. He loved the way she moaned his name, the way her body responded to his touch, the way her pussy gripped him so tightly.

With a grunt of effort, he grabbed her hips firmly and lifted her up, sliding almost all the way out before letting her drop back down, impaling her on his thick shaft. She cried out, her eyes flying open as she stared at him in shock. This dominant side of Harry was completely new to her, and she couldn't believe how much she loved it.

Harry did it again and again, lifting her up and down on his cock, her pussy juice spilling out with every stroke, and soon Hermione lost all sense of self-consciousness and began to ride him with wild abandon. She moaned and whimpered and begged for more, her pussy clenching around him as she bounced up and down on his fat cock. She didn't care how she looked or what he thought of her; all she cared about was the pleasure he was giving her.

"Harry... oh, Harry... I'm... I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, the sounds of her wet pussy sliding up and down his thick cock filling the room, echoing off the walls as he fucked her hard. "Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

And then, with a final, desperate cry, Hermione came, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy clenched tightly around Harry's cock, her juices flowing freely as she rode out her orgasm, her body shaking with the force of it.

Harry, feeling her come around him, had to use every ounce of his self-control not to join her. But he had other plans. So, with a grunt of effort, he lifted Hermione off of him and deposited her on the sofa, her limp body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then, he turned his attention to Romilda, who had been watching the display with rapt attention, her fingers buried deep in her own pussy as she fingered herself to the thrilling sight.

"Your turn," he growled, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with Hermione's pussy juice.

Romilda didn't need to be asked twice. She climbed onto the sofa and bent over, her arse sticking up in the air, her pussy glistening with wetness. Harry didn't waste any time. He lined up his cock with her dripping hole and thrust forward, burying his fat cock in her tight pussy with one powerful stroke.

Romilda screamed out in pleasure as Harry filled her, her body immediately responding to his thick shaft. He began to move, his hips slapping against her arse with increasing force, each thrust drawing desperate moans from her lips. The room was filled with the raw, primal sounds of their fucking, the wet slapping of their bodies meeting, and their mingled cries of pleasure.

Romilda gripped the edge of the sofa, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself against his relentless thrusts. "Yes! Fuck! Harry! Fuck me like that! Just like that!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts, her big tits swaying and bouncing with each powerful movement.

Hermione, having recovered from her orgasm, watched in awe. The raw passion and intensity Harry displayed was unlike anything she'd witnessed before. She felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her as she watched him claim Romilda so fiercely. Unable to resist the urge to join in, she crawled over to them, her eyes locked onto the sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of Romilda's pussy.

"You're so fucking tight," Harry growled, his grip tightening on Romilda's hips. "I can feel every inch of you. You're fucking perfect." His words spurred Romilda on, and she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour.

Hermione, unable to contain herself any longer, began to finger herself, her eyes never leaving Harry's fat cock as it plundered Romilda's pussy. The sounds of their fucking, the sight of his big, fat cock stretching Romilda's pussy, and the raw, animalistic passion between them was the hottest thing she had ever witnessed.

"That's it, Harry," Hermione panted, her voice thick with arousal as she worked her fingers faster. "Give her what she's been craving all these years! Make her cum all over that big, fat cock!"

Harry grunted in agreement, his hips moving faster and faster as he slammed into Romilda. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge. But he wasn't ready to cum yet, not when Romilda was still begging for more.

Harry grabbed her hair and yanked her back towards him, his hips slamming into her with even more force, and she screamed out in pleasure. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her juices flowing freely as he fucked her with all the pent-up desire and need that had been building inside him for days.

With a final, powerful thrust, Harry buried his cock deep inside Romilda and let go, his cock pulsing as he filled her up with his hot seed. Romilda cried out, her own orgasm hitting her at the same time, her pussy clenching around him as they came together, their bodies shaking with the force of their pleasure.

As Harry finally pulled out of her, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices, Romilda collapsed onto the sofa, her body spent and sated. Harry turned to Hermione, who was still fingering herself, her eyes glazed over with lust.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked, a smug grin on his face.

Hermione bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with desire as she nodded. Without waiting for instruction, she crawled over to him on her hands and knees, her intentions clear.

"Let me," she whispered, before taking him into her mouth, her tongue working lovingly to clean every trace of cum and juices from his shaft. She savoured the taste of him, the salty flavour of his seed mixed with the sweetness of Romilda.

Romilda watched from the sofa with heavy-lidded eyes, a content smile playing on her lips as she observed Hermione's devoted attention to Harry's pleasure.

When Hermione finally pulled away, her lips glistening with moisture, she looked up at Harry with eyes full of promise. "You're going to fuck me like that again sometime, Harry," she said, her voice firm despite the blush on her cheeks. "Promise me."

Harry grinned down at her, his cock already beginning to stir at the thought. "I promise, Hermione. Any time you want."

As the three of them began to gather their clothes, Harry couldn't help but reflect on how dramatically his life had changed in just one evening. The Hogwarts Strip Club had delivered far more than he'd ever imagined possible, helping him forget the struggles he'd been facing since the end of the war. And as he watched Hermione flash him a triumphant smile while she adjusted her skirt, he knew that his adventures at the club were far from over. The trip had been a resounding success, and from the look in her eyes, he could tell that Hermione would be planning their next visit very soon.

Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).