“So that’s where you learned to force yourself on girls, from your gross cousin,” Ron sighed.
“Are you any better?” Harry defended himself.
Ron patted Hermione’s butt, causing her to squeal again. “I guess not. I don’t have the money to shut her up though, so either you pay her or we’ll be doing everything to earn her forgiveness after this.”
Harry pulled his cock out of Hermione’s mouth. She made a vomiting sound as did the suction of her airtight throat being unplugged. She shivered while looking up at him; her slender shoulders shaking and drool practically running out of her open mouth. There were tears streaking her face and even some mucus from her nose. “God, she’s a mess.” Harry wiped her face on the sleeve of his sweater. The yarn left red marks that made her appear angry; however she was actually looking up at him and moving her head to help him clean her. It was like a cat trying to get more pets, except she was still kneeling with a cock in her cunt.
Ron grabbed her shoulders to steady her shaking and leaned her backward against his chest. She calmed down as she felt his warmth. She also felt his cock sliding further up inside her as she was practically sat in his lap. “Let me go,” she groaned.
“Did you think I would if you asked nicely?” he laughed while cupping both her breasts and massaging them.
She shook her head. “I just had to try.” She admitted. “What are you going to do to me? How far are we going?”
“I won’t get you pregnant, if that’s what you mean.” He assured her.
Hermione sighed with relief and relaxed against him, letting her cunt sink all the way down. “Aren’t you too willing for someone being raped?” Ron asked.
“Would you stop if I struggled more?” she counter argued. He shook his head before moving his hands under her thighs and lifting her off the bed. She struggled to keep her feet parallel to the sheets so they would not get caught beneath her. “This feels so weird,” she muttered.
“Do you like it?” Ron lifted and lowered her repeatedly.
She frowned instead of answering. Obviously sex felt good. The only thing wrong was that they were forcing her. However, if she did not resist, all she could feel was pleasure. She did not need to tell them that though. She did not want to reward them for forcing themselves on her or give them reason to do this again.
Ron seemed pleased anyway and just continued to bounce her in his lap. Hermione tried not to react but started opening her mouth each time he dropped her down. She let out small moans and yelps until she was just plain gasping sensually with every thrust.
Harry watched her rising and falling chest as she squirmed and bounced in his best friend’s embrace. Her wet cunt was spreading and contracting too and he was hypnotized watching. Suddenly, Ron leaned forward, practically tossing her out of his lap. She screamed as she felt something hot splashing onto her bare back. It started at her shoulder blades and ran down into the dimples above her waist.
She stayed lying on her face with her wrists still bound behind her like some sort of kidnap victim. If she weren’t panting so loudly, Harry would’ve thought he walked in on a crime scene. When Hermione finally raised her head, he could see she was almost smiling. She looked like she was having fun. “Can you untie me now,” she asked in a practically giggling tone. “I need to go wash and change.”
Harry put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her, muffling confused complaints. “What now?” she gasped when he released her.
“My turn,” he spouted. Hermione raised a confused eyebrow as Harry positioned himself between her legs, forcing her crotch open again. Hermione averted her eyes shyly as she felt exposed and cold. Her labia were slightly swollen from Ron’s groin smashing against them and they were also separated slightly.
She looked over her shoulder at Ron, silently asking him if he was okay with Harry getting to fuck her cunt as well. She had not been able to say anything with her mouth full, but she assumed that Ron getting her first meant the boys had agreed which one was going to be her official boyfriend. Then again, she had no confirmation either one of them actually wanted to date her. Perhaps she really was just their toy.
Her chance to argue vanished when Harry shoved the tip of his cock past her labia and into her warm hollowed out cunt. She winced in pain but it was nowhere near as bad as before. Ron had definitely stretched her. She was surprised when he untied her blouse from her wrists and put it back on her, covering the cum coating her back and returning some dignity to her.
She thought he might leave and wash himself up, but instead he just watched as Harry pulled her up into his lap so he could rock her on top of his cock. With her arms freed, she wrapped them around his back and held herself close to him. She felt guilty, like she was participating more with Harry but it was Ron’s fault for keeping her bound and helpless. She was definitely making less noise though and at first she could not figure out why.
It dawned on her that Harry was making less of an effort to hit every wall and was also not reaching as far into her as Ron had. His cock was wider and shorter but he was not using it well. The position of facing him in his lap was an awkward one.
She kept finding herself staring over her shoulder at Ron, wishing her would interfere or just leave. She felt like he was scrutinizing her, like a father on his daughter’s wedding night watching to make sure she made him some grandchildren.
She almost laughed at her own imagination which seemed to annoy Harry who began to buck his hips more. It didn’t really help Hermione feel more aroused as the only part of her that was really touching his shaft was her sore swollen labia.
Getting tired of being bounced practically off his lap though, Hermione gripped Harry’s shoulders to hold herself in place. Behind her Ron continued to examine her bare butt as it bounced against the bed. Suddenly Hermione screamed as she felt something hard and slender poking her anus. Ron had managed to push his index finger into her up to his knuckle.
“What are you doing?” Hermione demanded.
“Is it clean?” Ron asked.
Hermione blushed while burying her face in Harry’s shoulder. She was always careful when she came over to the boys’ room. The last thing she needed was to accidentally pass gas in front of them. She had spent weeks learning the perfect spell to empty oneself. It left her feeling hollow and somewhat horny every time she did it. Perhaps it was the reason she liked to lie on their beds sensually and tease them and why she was so eager to pull up her skirt.
Honestly she knew for a fact this situation was mostly her own fault. If it wasn’t, she’d have put into practice some wandless magic and hexed them both by now.
Ron took her silence to his question as an invitation. Hermione chewed on the shoulder of Harry’s shirt as she felt him working several more fingers into her anus. Finally he pried it fully apart and pressed the tip of his cock against it. Her eyes rolled back into her head again and her cunt tightened around Harry’s cock. He was annoyed that Ron was interrupting his turn with her cunt, but he was pleased with the result.