The Little Games We Play (Ch. 5)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

The Little Games We Play

Chapter 5

Ron’s day at the Ministry had been an absolute disaster. Someone had spilled tea all over his trousers, the half-assed report he filed had gotten him chewed out by his boss, and just when he was about to leave, a dozen “urgent” interdepartmental owls about missing office supplies landed on his desk. Of course, his boss smugly said that they couldn’t wait until the next day. By the time he stumbled up the Burrow’s stairs, he wanted nothing more than to collapse onto his lumpy mattress, yank off his shoes, and sleep until morning. The floorboard outside his door groaned under his weight, echoing up and down the stairwell. He only hoped that Hermione wouldn’t give him another passive-aggressive lecture about putting his work clothes directly into the hamper.

Instead, what he found was his best mate, Harry Potter, bare-assed and leaning back against the cracked window frame, his cock buried to the base in Hermione’s throat. For one split second, Ron experienced the completely natural feeling of betrayal. However, that was before he remembered that he had practically begged Harry to fuck her. Once the initial feeling had passed, he realized that the show unfolding in front of him was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Hermione was on her knees in front of him. She was completely naked, her soft, pale skin was flushed, and her hair was wild. Hermione’s hands braced against Harry’s thighs as she slobbered on his cock. Her pale and perky ass stuck out at the perfect angle, and there was a trickle of thick, milky cum leaking out of her pussy and down her inner thigh. She gagged once, then managed to take Harry even deeper until her nose pressed into the wiry dark hair above his cock.

Ron just stared, frozen, with his bag still clutched in his fist. Hermione’s eyes flicked up at him, wide, lustful, and strangely pleased. She tried to say something, but the sound came out as a helpless moan around Harry’s cock. Harry didn’t even blink. He gave Ron a lazy, lopsided smile and kept both hands tangled in Hermione’s hair. “Evening, mate,” he said, his voice thick and easy. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said as though this was an everyday thing for him.

Ron managed a sound that was probably supposed to be something suave, like, “She’s all yours, mate,” but it came out more like a mumbling gurgle. He didn’t move, and he didn’t breathe. He just watched as Harry rocked his hips forward, fucking Hermione’s mouth with slow, careful strokes. With every push, Ron saw the head of Harry’s cock bulge Hermione’s cheek, then vanish into the tight, wet heat of her throat. Her tongue curled around the shaft, and drool mixed with cum oozed from the corners of her lips.

“Fuck,” Harry grunted, tossing his head back. “She’s good at this. I reckon I should have borrowed your girlfriend years ago, Ron.”

Hermione moaned again, this time sending a tremor down Harry’s legs. She let him pull out, just for a second, and gasped, “Don’t be an asshole,” before Harry shoved it back in, all the way. Her nose mashed against his belly, and her nails dug into his muscled ass.

Ron was rock hard, and he didn’t even care. His mind was constantly asking itself what in the bloody hell was wrong with him, but his cock was in command. He let the door swing shut behind him, trapping the heat and the smell of sex inside. He stepped forward, closer to the spectacle, barely believing what he was seeing. His heart pounded in his ears, and he wiped a trickle of sweat from his brow. He could smell Hermione’s pussy from here. It was hot, musky, and unmistakably aroused. The thin streak of Harry’s cum on her thigh glistened in the late afternoon sunlight.

Harry pulled out slowly, dragging his cock over Hermione’s tongue, then slapped it against her cheek. Hermione laughed out a wet giggle and jerked her chin toward Ron. “Did you have a good day at work?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She took Harry back into her mouth, faster and rougher this time, her head bobbing in a blur. Harry watched Ron over her head. “C’mere, Ron,” he said, nodding toward Hermione. “You don’t want to miss the grand finale.”

Ron circled the pair, hungry for a better view. He saw the curve of Hermione’s back, the pink flush across her chest, and the way her nipples stood out, stiff and crinkled, begging for attention. Harry reached down and grabbed her tits, squeezing them together, and rolling and tugging her nipples until she trembled. He pinched one, and Hermione squealed. She squeezed her thighs together, grinding her knees into the pillow underneath them.

Ron’s gaze dropped to Hermione’s cunt. It was red and swollen, and her lips were parted and drooling a steady line of cum. It dripped onto the pillow, staining the fabric. Ron suddenly realized that she was kneeling on HIS pillow! He licked his lips, his throat suddenly bone dry. He’d seen Hermione naked plenty of times, but never like this. She was never on display, completely at the mercy of someone else, and loving every second of it.

Harry guided Hermione’s head up and down, using her hair as reins. His abs flexed with every thrust. He didn’t let her come up for air unless he wanted her to, and every time she started to gasp, he shoved it in deeper. Hermione’s face was a mess. Her mascara was streaked, her mouth was stretched wide, and spit dribbled down her chin. She looked up at Ron with glassy eyes and winked.

The sight of Hermione’s tongue lapping at the base of Harry’s cock, Harry squeezing her tits, and the mingled scents and sounds of their bodies sent a jolt through Ron’s entire body. He yanked at his belt, undid the button, and let his own cock spring free. He matched their rhythm, jerking himself in time with Harry’s thrusts.

Hermione pulled back just enough to breathe, coughing a little, then looked at Ron. “Do you want him to cum on my face or in my mouth?” she asked him while tugging on the base of his shaft.

“In your mouth!” Ron pleaded before he even had time to think.

Hermione dove forward again, swallowing Harry’s cock with a messy slurp. Harry groaned, bucked his hips, and held her head down, fucking her throat with abandon. The sound was obscenely wet. Ron watched, stunned, as Harry’s balls tightened, his jaw clenched, and a tremor ran up his spine.

Hermione braced herself. Harry slammed in one last time, holding her head to his crotch, and then let out a low, ragged moan. Ron saw his balls pulse, saw Hermione’s throat work as she swallowed, and saw her choke and gag but refuse to let go. She held him in her mouth, milking every drop with her lips sealed around the shaft.

When Harry finally let her up, Hermione gasped for breath. Spit and semen coated her tongue and dripped down her chin. Harry’s cock glistened with saliva and the pearly aftermath of his orgasm. Hermione grinned at Ron and then stuck out her tongue to show off the mess before swallowing it. Seeing Harry’s cum all over her tongue was enough to send him over the edge. Ron grunted, and a few pathetic spurts of watery cum dribbled from the tip of his sad cock.

She glanced at Ron, licking the mess off her knuckles. “Do you want me to do you next?” she teased, still panting.

Ron shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. Watching her take Harry’s cock was better than anything she could provide him. He watched as Hermione rose to her feet, cum still leaking from her cunt, and crawled up onto the bed. She sprawled on her back, legs spread wide, and proudly showed off her freshly fucked pussy.

Harry tucked himself away and zipped up his trousers. He ruffled Hermione’s hair, then patted her cheek. “Good girl,” he said in a fond voice. Then he turned to Ron, and he clapped him hard on the shoulder. “Welcome home, mate.” He headed for the door, still fixing his belt, and didn’t bother to look back.

Ron watched him go, then turned to Hermione. She was a cum-stained, panting mess, but her eyes were bright and greedy. He crawled onto the bed and began touching himself again while his eyes were glued to her seeded pussy.

The Little Games We Play

The Weasley family barbecue was a raucous, drama-free success. The orchard behind the Burrow was decked out in battered folding tables and a patchwork of gingham tablecloths. At the head of it all, Arthur beamed over the grill while Ginny and her latest flavor of the month were trying to outdrink each other in the shade, already red-faced and giggling. Bill and George were flying laps around the orchard, tossing an apple between them as if it were a Quaffle.

Ron and Hermione were tangled up together on the grass, lying side by side with their heads close, laughing at a joke they shared. They looked … good, he thought. They looked better than he’d seen them in ages. Ron’s arm was tucked under Hermione’s neck, and every so often, he leaned over to whisper in her ear, making her blush and punch his arm. It was, Harry decided, downright wholesome … if you ignored the fact that less than forty-eight hours ago, he’d had his cock down Hermione’s throat with Ron silently cheering from the wings.

He took another swig from his cold, fizzy drink and let the summer air soak in. The new calm was slightly disorienting, and he almost expected chaos to come rolling in, as it had during so many of these family gatherings. That’s when he saw Fleur.

She stood apart from the others, in the bright sunlight at the end of the table. Her dress was quite lovely. It was thin and white, and it barely covered her ass. It bared her shoulders and the soft tops of her tits, and every time she bent to pick up a dish, the hem rode up to show off smooth, sexy thighs. She caught Harry watching her and didn’t look away. Instead, she ran her tongue slowly across her lower lip and glanced down at the bulge in his trousers, then back up again. Harry smiled, his eyes twinkling. Fleur grinned wider.

She set her pitcher down, brushed off her hands, and walked right toward him. Harry felt his pulse double. Fleur wasn’t just sexy. She was outright devastating in that sundress, and she knew it.

“Bonjour, ‘arry,” she said mischievously. “Would you ‘elp me collect apples? I wish to make a pie later,” she asked him.

He didn’t miss the pointed look at his groin, or the way she laced her fingers through his. Her nails were painted a candy-pink that matched the flush on her lovely cheeks. “Lead the way,” Harry said, and let her drag him into the trees.

The instant they were out of view of the house, Fleur stopped, pressed her body into his, and slipped her tongue straight into his mouth. She tasted like the lemonade Molly had served. He ran his hands down her back, over the curve of her waist, and found the edge of her skirt. He hooked a finger under the fabric and dragged it up until he found the line of her thong. He let his thumb rest on the bare skin above the band. Fleur moaned desperately into his mouth. She reached back, grabbed his wrist, and made him squeeze her ass.

“I ‘ave missed you, ‘arry,” she whispered. “Bill is good, but ‘e cannot keep up with me, non?”

Harry pulled back and looked at her. She wasn’t even pretending to be shy. Her eyes sparkled, and her lips were swollen from his kiss. He slid both hands up and under the skirt, palming her ass, and then traced along the inside of her thigh. He found the thin string of her thong and gave it a playful snap.

“You’re looking for trouble in that dress,” Harry teased.

Fleur let out a throaty laugh. “I am always ready for trouble,” she told him with a sexy smirk. She pressed closer, nipping his lip with her teeth.

Harry’s cock strained against his trousers. He wanted her, and she knew it. She had always known it. She pressed her palm against the bulge and squeezed. “Show me ‘ow much you want me, mon amour,” she said.

Harry gave in to her request. He flipped her around, pressed her up against a tree, and let his hands roam wherever they liked. Fleur wiggled her ass against his crotch, grinding slow circles until she felt him harden. She reached back and undid his belt and button. She slid her hand inside, wrapped it around his cock, and stroked it just enough to make him gasp.

Fleur giggled, and she turned, hiked up her skirt, and peeled down her thong. She stepped out of it, kicked it at his chest, and watched as he caught it out of the air. The damp spot at the crotch was huge, and she didn’t bother to hide it.

“ ‘old onto it for me,” Fleur said, and then turned back to the tree.

She bent over and braced herself, legs spread. Her ass was round and perfect, and her pussy peeked out, pink and glistening in the late-afternoon light. Harry stuffed her thong into his pocket, pulled down his trousers, and let his cock spring free. Fleur glanced over her shoulder, smiling with a look that was both wicked and pleading.

He pressed the head against her pussy, rubbed it up and down her slick lips, then slowly pushed inside. Fleur exhaled, shuddering as the thickness of him stretched her taut lips. He took his time, slowly drawing out the pleasure. He slid in a little deeper, then drew almost all the way out, teasing her until she trembled. Fleur whimpered desperately. “Don’t tease me, ‘arry. Fuck me, please.”

He gripped her hips and drove into her in a single, smooth thrust. Fleur’s body jolted, and she gripped the tree so tight her knuckles went white. Her pussy squelched loudly as her wet lips latched onto his shaft.

“Oui!” Fleur moaned, and then started to babble in French. He didn’t know the words, but the need in her voice was universal.

He pounded her, letting the slap of skin and the wet squelch of her pussy echo through the trees. Her ass bounced against his hips, making her pillowy cheeks ripple. Every time he slammed in, Fleur pushed back to meet him, greedy for every inch. Her tits bounced under her dress, and at one point she tried to reach back and pull the fabric down, but Harry beat her to it. He yanked the front down, exposing both breasts, and watched as her nipples stiffened in the summer air.

He leaned over, grabbed her tits, and pinched both nipples at once. Fleur squealed and nearly lost her grip on the tree. “ ‘arry,” she gasped, “That feels magnifique!”

He answered by fucking her harder, bending her over until her forehead pressed against the bark. Her thighs quivered, and he could see a fine spray of her arousal every time his cock bottomed out. Her pussy gripped him tightly, and he felt her entire body shudder as her orgasm crested. She screamed and came so hard that it dripped down her legs and spattered the grass at her feet. Harry kept going. He slowed his thrusts, then pulled out and tapped his cock against her ass.

Fleur shuddered, her head still spinning from the orgasm. She looked back at him with unfocused eyes. “Are you going to do it?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He smirked and lined it up with her tightest hole. He pressed steadily until the tight ring of skin opened and the head popped inside. Fleur nearly collapsed, but Harry held her up. Fleur whimpered, and her fingers clawed at the bark. As he sank deeper, she started babbling again, mixing English and French in a way that made him even harder. “Oh, ‘arry! You are so big … You are splitting me open …”

He worked it in, slowly and carefully, until she took everything he had. Her small hole clenched tightly around the base, and he could feel every twitch of her body. He grabbed her waist and started thrusting. He went deeper with every thrust, picking up speed as Fleur loosened around him. She was shaking now, her legs barely holding her up. Her pussy drooled, wetting her thighs and dripping down to her knees.

“Oui, ‘arry, oui … I am going to … EEP!” she shrieked.

She screamed again as she came, her muscles clamping down so hard that Harry almost blacked out. He barely lasted five more thrusts before his balls tightened, and he shot his load inside her ass. He groaned and dug his fingers into her hips as he pumped her full of cum.

Harry kept himself buried deep within her as he caught his breath. Fleur was huffing and puffing while her tight asshole continued to squeeze him. Harry then pulled out, watching as the mess oozed out and ran down the back of her thighs. Fleur looked utterly spent. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were full of satisfaction. He pulled out his wand, cleaned her up with a lazy flick of it, and zipped himself back up.

Fleur straightened, smoothed down her dress, and spun around to kiss him. This time, her kiss was tender and grateful. Her full, soft lips slowly danced with his, and Harry took the opportunity to caress her gorgeous curves. She pulled her tongue from his mouth and licked his lips before whispering, “Thank you, ‘arry. You always make me feel so wonderful.”

He kissed her back, feeling the last of his post-orgasm haze fade. “You’re welcome.”

They walked back to the clearing, side by side, her hand tucked into the crook of his elbow. No one seemed to notice they were gone, or if they did, no one cared. Bill was manning the grill now, laughing as George tried to charm the beer tap so it wouldn’t foam. Hermione was sprawled in the grass, half asleep with her head on Ron’s stomach.

Bill walked over as they returned, gave Fleur a quick peck on the cheek, then clapped Harry on the back.

“Did you two have a good walk?” Bill asked, his eyes glinting with private amusement.

Harry smiled. “Best walk I’ve had in ages.”

Bill held out his hand for a handshake. As Harry reached for it, he slipped Fleur’s damp thong from his pocket and passed it into Bill’s palm. Bill didn’t even blink. He tucked the panties into his jeans, then chuckled at Harry.

“Cheers, mate,” Harry said.

Harry grinned cheekily, then glanced over at Fleur. She was radiant and basking in the delight of her recent orgasms. She met his eyes and gave him a smile so pure that Harry wondered why in the world Bill would ever let him touch her. Harry had no answer for that, but it didn’t really matter. The only thing that mattered was when he’d get the chance to dip his cock into that sweet pussy once again.