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"Could not we just go off into a wizarding pub tonight?" Draco moaned.
"Draco, we spoke about this. We came here to meet Ron, and I really enjoy this place." Hermione spoke firmly.
"Yes. But is it in the heart of the city? I just don't think I would fit in there." Sipping from his glass, he said.
"But I'll have a good time there. And if you just let go a little, you'd enjoy yourself too." Sporting a tight red dress, she sat sideways in her seat and replied. "If you prefer not to come that's alright but I'm growing really tired of talking about this." Her black heels clicked against the floor as she argued.
She had been considering ending her relationship with him for some time, to be honest. Of course, she genuinely loves him; he was pleasant to live with.
However, he failed to bring her joy. He failed to satisfy her. Although it wasn't the only issue, sex played a significant role. Because he lacked stamina, Draco consistently came before her. That his package was sorely lacking in quality didn't help either. She had quickly come to the conclusion that she would never be able to get beyond Draco's little pinky.
But he wasn't completely worthless. She did always reach her climax, because he could devour pussy with the greatest of them. But it was no longer the same. The fact that it wasn't what she intended was severely straining their relationship as a whole.
"Here you go!" Ron Weasley, her only best friend since childhood said, placing a tray of drinks on their table for the three of them with a smile on his face.
"Thank you Ron" Hermione grinned back at the attractive wizard.
"Thanks for coming, I wasn't sure you guys would come since it is a weekday" Ron slipped in beside her.
"Oh come on Weasley, are you kidding me. It's your promotion in the Auror department. Of course I would come" She said gushing and Draco grunted, feeling totally ignored.
Draco was becoming extremely drunk after a few drinks, and she wasn't far behind him in the noisy, crowded club. She's been chit-chatting with Ron in between songs. It was the kind of thing that, had Draco been awake enough to notice, would have undoubtedly immediately made him jealous.
Ron is, to be honest, the most attractive wizard she has ever met. She would have been a little faster to reject his overt flirtation if she hadn't been so inebriated, but eventually, they began talking about more important topics. He heard her babble endlessly about her goals in life and how she occasionally felt stuck.
"Hermione, you're not stuck. You're held back. I can tell you how you're not receiving what you wish for." He said, giving her a pitying glance.
"I have no idea what you mean." Sensing that this was being a little too personal, she continued. Hermione cast a sidelong glance at her fiance, who was apathetically staring at the wall of bottles while sipping back another shot. Draco's eyes were glassy and his face was so red.
"You do, really. He's not cut out for you." Ron stated while giving Draco a nod.
"That's not funny." She retaliated, taking offense since it was too personal.
"I'm very serious, Hermione, you are the sexiest witch I have ever met and you knows I never say stuff I don't mean." Leaning in close to hear him above the pounding music, Ron said.
Ron had the frame of a guard Auror, standing tall and broad-shouldered. Hermione found herself observing his large, powerful hands as they skillfully handled the bottles while he prepared her drink. His smile brought her to her knees, and his deep blue eyes appeared to pierce her soul. Their hands came into contact as she accepted his second drink, and she was unable to but notice how his large hand clashed with her petite one.
He put his closed hand around hers and used his thumb to make little circles on her palm. Hermione parted her lips to protest, then snapped it shut. "You ought to return to my home. I don't intend to quit talking to you because you both seem inebriated." He said quietly.
Her heart was pounding, and although she wanted to refuse, she was at a loss for words. Hermione attempted to gently decline and offer an explanation, but she was unable to do so. Rather, she merely blushed and turned to face Draco. He was out like a light, face down on the bar. Draco had consumed alcohol throughout the evening, and he had reached his limit thirty minutes prior.
"If that is what you're curious he can come too. He can get some rest on my incredibly comfy couch." Ron chuckled softly as he said. He continued to hold her hand when she looked down.
With a smile on her face and a sinking feeling in her stomach, Hermione withdrew her hand. When she turned to face her partner again, drool was pooling where his mouth touched the table, but Draco remained motionless.
"I am not sure, but I think we ought to head home." She stumbled and glanced back at Draco.
"I can apparate you guys. He can sleep it off, and you guys can use my floo in the morning. In any case, it would be reckless of me to allow either of you to apparate home in this state." He said, sounding stern in the process. His voice had changed, and it aroused her as much as it unnerved her.
Hermione nodded, seeing no other choice, and he put one large palm on her bare thigh and squeezed. Hermione felt her heart accelerate and chill down her spine. Despite herself, she moaned a little.
Ron pushed his hand up her dress, taking her reaction as an invitation. Though she considered stopping him, she chose not to. She gulped as his fingers reached her clit. He slid a finger inside her, encouraged by the fact that she was already drenched in water.
Draco began to move next to Hermione as her groans became more audible. "Whaat's goin' on?" Her fiance muttered.
"Just nothing you have to worry about, get back to your sleep." Ron stated coolly, not pausing for a moment in his work. He put his hand on the back of her neck, drew her in, and gave her a full mouth kiss. The kiss was thrilling, intense, and deep. Hermione shook from it.
"Let's head to my house and get him tucked in, and I'm going to make us a few more drinks." Grinning, he said.
"I'd like that." Hermione acknowledged that she was aware of how sensual she was, and as soon as he stopped, she assisted Ron in carrying Draco to the rear of the bar where they both apparated.
Her displeasure with Draco, her yearning for Ron, and her extreme drunkenness completely overshadowed any guilt or concerns she may have had about anything. She was prepared to let go of caution and see what might transpire. Oh, the repercussions.
Like a little kid, Ron brought Draco into the home and put him down on the large white sofa in the center of his sitting room. Then he covered himself with a dark blanket and turned down the lights. Taking Hermione by the arm, he led her into the kitchen.
She observed Draco dozing out in the kitchen. After preparing two drinks, Ron gave her one. She gave him another glance and grinned. He was very attractive. Tall, strong, and possessing a deadly smile. Not only that, but when her eyes dipped, she became fixated on his enormous protrusion and found it impossible to look away.
At seeing the sight of it, Hermione sensed her face flush. "You are going to look at it all night long, or do you wish to touch it?" Taking her free hand in his, Ron questioned.
"I uh..." She stumbled a little and looked aside. Then she experienced it. Ron took her hand and brought it up to his crotch, pressing it over his cock.
Through his jeans, she felt his length and girth and the heat that radiated from it. An overwhelming want to fall to her knees struck Hermione at that very moment. "Bigger compared to your boyfriend's?" He laughed warmly as he asked. She gave a nod.
"You like to see it?" Moving her hand across it, he asked. Again, powerless to stop herself, Hermione nodded. She was at her breaking point. She was powerless to stop this from happening at this point. "I want to hear yourself say it, and I won't force you." He gave a firm reply.
"I like to see it." Hermione spoke a soft word before forcefully swallowing, attempting to contain her mounting panic. Grinning, he pulled her hand free. Next, he undid his fly and unfastened his belt. Turning gulping drink to ease her anxiety, she stared with an increasing sense of need.
Ron's massive cock, once freed from its denim confines, hung half erect in the kitchen's dim light. It was amazing to look at alone. Thick as hell, and easily three times as long as Draco's cock. It hung there, and before her mind could register, she went to her knees, encircling it with both hands. "You sure would like to do this?" With a quiet question and a knowing smile, he seemed to know the answer.
In response, Hermione moved her tongue carefully along the lower portion of that enormous cock. She then began to suck after putting her mouth around his head. Ron groaned softly as he buried his large hands in her thick hair. She caressed the enormous penis with both hands as she licked and sucked it.
Slurping her spit back out of it, she pulled back and spat on it. It was a seductive flavor, this man. She could do so much more with his cock than she could with Draco's little thing, and the way he stuffed her mouth was thrilling. After all, this was actually a real cock. This is what's a cock was meant to be like.
Large, thick, heated, and strong. Hermione tried to take it all in. She ate it up till her mascara ran and she started to gag. She enjoyed it when she gagged herself on his massive cock. Hermione enjoyed the sensation of the moist heat on her skin as she massaged it around her face.
Subsequently, she struck it with her tongue and caressed it as she licked Ron's hefty balls. She was overcome by the euphoria of it all. Hermione was kneeling in adoration of her best friend's enormous cock when she heard someone taking her out of heaven and speaking from behind her. "Hermione! What the fuck!" Draco yelled, slurring his words.
"Draco-" Hermione opened her mouth, but Ron interrupted.
"You better have a seat the fuck down now, Ferret." Ron's hands tensed as he roared.
"That is my fiance, scarhead!" Draco cried out.
"Yes? She doesn't seem like your fiance at the moment, does she?" Ron retorted, setting a hand upon her head.
"Hermione, rise off the floor and hurry on, we are leaving!" Hermione's boyfriend insisted.
"Please hold on, it's just-" She opened her mouth, but Ron cut her off again.
"Draco, your little weak dick is not what she wants. Not now that she's seen the real essence of a man." Ron chuckled.
"I'm her fiance!" Draco stumbled.
"Maybe she isn't in need of a boyfriend, perhaps she wants a man." With his palm cupped against her cheek, Ron spoke. Hermione was reminded of their talk at the club by the way he phrased it. Things began to click into place.
Ron had been attempting to tell her something, but she knew. She understood why she had consented to return to his home. She was aware that this was a triumphant moment rather than a sign of weakness. A choice that would permanently alter her life. "Hermione..." gasped Draco.
"Take a seat, Draco." Hermione stated with firmness.
"But, I..." His voice broke as he let out a whimper.
"Maybe I can help; I am not sure you understand the lady. Take off your pants." Ron spoke in that firm, authoritative tone. Draco gulped out a sound, but said nothing. This had gotten totally out of control.
She realized that this could not be fixed. She knew deep down that she didn't want to solve this. It was simply in a difference in balance; it wasn't broken. Thus, Hermione followed her instincts without even a moment's hesitation. "Draco, take off your fucking pants. Right away." With severity, she added.
Her boyfriend followed orders, and his little pale dick was twitchy and hard. She acted based only on instinct. Hermione's body was behaving independently. Her mating drive had made her sexuality savvy, and now it was making all the decisions.
She extended her hand and placed two fingers on her boyfriend's small penis. Hermione laughed a quick, booming laugh out. The tiny dick of Draco twitched pitifully in her fingers. "Why will I ever want this."
"When can I have this?" she asked, pinching his little pinky finger, then carefully caressed Ron's enormous cock while Draco looked on. He was speechless, his jaw agape with surprise and his eyes wide.
"Go sit down now, sweetheart. On the floor, not on the couch. You're gonna have to watch while Ron fucks me." Squeezing his small dick once more, she muttered.
"Yes, little ferret, go take a seat. I will show to you how a true man fucks a gorgeous woman." Hermione got up beside Ron and he slapped her ass. Returning silently to the living room, Draco took a seat directly in front of the sofa. He did not even try to button his pants again.
Hermione could not contain her laughter as she watched his small dick bounce while he walked. Ron put his hands over her breasts, kissed her neck from behind, and squeezed and kneaded them. She turned to face him, feeling his massive, hard cock pressing on her ass.
He pressed the two of them together with his powerful arms, and they passionately kissed once more, tongues probing each other's mouths. He removed his tight shirt and assisted her in getting out of her dress. Then Hermione approached Draco from in front of the couch, nude save for her heels and panties.
Carefully, so that they could both enjoy the display, she removed her bra. She then placed it in Draco's lap, bit her lip at Ron, and squeezed her breasts together. She leaned over the couch and shook her ass in Draco's face, turning her back on him. "Help me off of this thong, wouldn't you sweetheart?" She sang, her actions of shaming her fiance becoming progressively arousing.
Draco whined again, but his hands were unsteady as they located the thong and gently pushed it down. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed Ron approaching from behind Draco. He was completely nude, every muscle in his body rippling. She mentally dedicated herself to discovering out how frequently he exercised.
Ron resembled a sculpture, a sculpted image of a god. Upon observing the massive penis swinging among his legs, she realized why he was considered god. He shoved Draco's face into her still-shaking ass and put his hands firmly in her hair. Hermione did the same, rubbing her ass in Draco's face and thrusting back with her hips. "Get her pussy clean and prepared for me, Ferret." Ron gave an order, firmly grasping Draco's head.
Following orders, he ate her out as if her life relied on it. Regardless, he was usually so brilliant at that portion. Even though everything was changing so quickly, it was comforting to know that he still had a part to play. With hands that quivered, he took hold of her thighs and inserted his tongue deeply into her.
He used his tongue to explore, lick, and slurp. Bite carefully, sucked at the lips, rubbed her wetness across his face. She felt a deluge come out of her, and her whole body trembled. Ron took him by the hair and took a seat on the sofa.
He smiled, waving his massive cock in the air. She didn't require any more reason; she hopped on her best friend's enormous cock and turned to face Ron and her boyfriend, who was sitting on the floor right in front of the sofa.
It was almost too good to describe. A surge of pain and delight shot throughout her entire body as the length and width of Ron's gigantic cock strained her pussy. Hermione felt something Draco had never brought her near as he filled her.
She experienced an intense, piercing orgasm. Before she could control herself, gravity drove his enormous cock more within her as her legs trembled and she lost her equilibrium. Hermione reappeared, her voice growing louder as she screamed in shock at the unfathomable pleasure she was feeling. Absolutely nothing she had ever experienced ever gotten close to this.
Nothing, not even oral, toys, or fantasies, could compare to the sensation of Ron's large cock extending her tiny pussy. Hermione saw stars and her head swam. It was difficult to think and to breathe. With a clitoral touch that sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through her, Ron slid his hand around her waist. She began to bounce on his massive cock, swinging her hips rapidly as she rode wave upon wave of incredible satisfaction.
When she had cleared her mind, she turned to face Draco, who was lustfully staring at them and caressing his pitiful little cock. Hermione felt something primordial stir within her.
The image of his shame and irrational glee intensified her feelings of excitement. She discovered what it was like to be an ape choosing a partner. She rode his larger cock harder after learning the truth, allowing Draco's shame to fuel her enthusiasm.
Though the thrill of it all was immense, it was insufficient. Not quite yet. She needed to go farther with it. She needed more, she had to. "Do you like what you see, Draco?" Hermione groaned and swayed her hips more wildly.
"I bet he do, worthless Cuck." Gripping Hermione's breast, Ron whispered while glancing over her shoulder at her partner. Draco cast his greedy eyes down at his small cock before slowly turning back to watch the performance she was doing for him. As her body was rocked by another earth-shattering orgasm, she flung back her head in pleasure.
"Remind him how it feel to be pounded by a real man." Ron gave her a groan as his lips found her ear.
"It is so good..." She groaned. "Lord, I love this so much!"
"That stupid ferret's dick isn't ever going to be good enough for you any more, is it?" He asked, meeting her boyfriend's gaze.
"It rarely was enough!" She cried out, having another orgasm.
"You're not going to go back to his little cock, are you?" Ron questioned, getting to his feet and bringing her along. Her best friend's large, powerful arms lifted her skyward. He began to raise and lower her, repeatedly bouncing her on his massive cock. She was stabbed to the brink of consciousness with each bounce, her high-pitched squeal being forced out of her.
When Hermione noticed stars, she cried out, "Hermione..." A few pathetic dribbles of cum escaped from the tip of Draco's small pale dick, and she heard him gasp.
"Pathetic Cuck cannot even do cum like a mature man." With a growl, Ron turned to face the sofa without pausing in the rhythmic bounce that kept her rolling about in bliss. She felt an enormous loneliness when he removed her off his cock.
Hermione yearned to be filled once more because she felt empty. Ron pushed her forward, putting her feet back on the floor. Seated on the couch, she prepared herself, waiting for that large manhood to return to its rightful place.
Hermione groaned in anticipation as he slapped her ass with his thick, wet rod. "Ferret, come on over here. I'd like you to take a look this." With his free hand he grabbed her hair and gave an order.
Gazing over her shoulder, Hermione observed Draco hesitantly making his way to her side. His weak drippings were still wet on his hand, as she could see in the low light. "Cuck, settle down below your girlfriend's legs. I'd like you to witness everything." While continuing to slap her ass using his monstrous cock, Ron snarled.
"I uh.... I..." Gazing down at the limping dick, Draco mewled.
"If you want to have more of my cock, you will tell your sweetheart to do what I said." With a firm tone, Ron teased her painful agape lips with the wide head of his penis.
"Draco, goddamnit! Come on over and see him bang me!" Hermione yelled, unable to stand to feel empty after being so full. Draco turned onto his back, squeezing between her knees.
Gazing downwards, she observed him futilely attempting to use his small member, but it was unable to live up to the expectations so soon after the climax. However, Draco continued to disgrace himself even more, pointlessly caressing his lifeless little penis, as Ron slipped back into Hermione.
Ron was capable of to screw her more quickly and forcefully than before from this angle. She cried out like a beast as he repeatedly drove that enormous meatstick into her, driving her into the couch seats.
Hermione's eyes filled with happy tears as she buried her claws into the couch. Throughout her entire life, she had never felt content. It was heaven on earth. Ron mesmerized her. took and made use of her in a way that was sensual, untamed, and breathtaking.
Orgasm upon orgasm pushed her into reckless abandon, shattering her head. Even though she was a stumbling, writhing mess, Ron persisted in pushing her. She writhed, cooed, and moaned on the couch while he penetrated her for hours.
Finally, when her body and mind could take any more, she sensed a shift in his cadence. He began to retreat, but just in time, he heard her voice. "Please..." She groaned. "Please come inside of me. You should come inside of me".
"No..." She heard Draco murmur, but Hermione and Ron chose to ignore him.
Ron delivered an eruption of hot cum within her by slamming his enormous cock hilt-deep. Hermione felt another unbelievably powerful orgasm fire through her, making her legs tremble. She attempted to feel him even more deeply by pushing her hips firmly against him. She let out a gasp and tried to recover her breath. "Thank you... Thank you..."
Elevating herself using her arms, she peered between her breasts. She observed as Ron carefully removed his enormous, gorgeous cock from her. His hot sperm overflowed from her, and she watched it trickle all over her fiance's face, some of it even ending up in his mouth, as she clumsily attempted to stand. Hermione got an evil idea from this, and her deviousness of the concept gave her tired body new life.
She squatted down so that she was straddling Draco's head. He began to object, but his amazement and embarrassment kept him silent save for a slight groan. Subsequently, she grasped Ron's penis and lowered her painful, dripping pussy onto her fiance's face.
"Cuck, clean me up. Clean your girl up as I clean him up." She gave an order, putting Ron's larger than life cock between her lips.
Draco dutifully consumed the cream pie, returning to his one and only skill. She swallowed and sucking on the deserving cock while he did so, and to her amazement, she felt it firm up in her mouth once more. "Prepared for round two?" Ron questioned, giving her another glimpse of his stunning smile.
"That relies on whether Draco can watch again or not?" Hermione questioned while pressing her face up on his enormous cock.
"You understand what this entails, don't you?" Ron queried. "You got a choice to choose from." She turned to face him and gazed up at his amazing cock, muscles, and smile. She was aware that she had already made up her mind. Nature had made the decision for her.
"I'm going to be your new lover. I'll have you as my bitch. This enormous, cock is yours to enjoy whenever you like, but it's something that goes both ways. Hermione, you'll always be mine, and I promise never to let you down." He stepped back and explained, brandishing his massive cock.
Hermione pursued her target of desire after crawling off her boyfriend's face. "That's what I really want..." With her eyes flicking up at him, she said.
"Bitch, don't tell me. Inform your fiance with that tiny dick." He stated. Hermione turned to face Draco, smearing hers and Ron's cum in his hair as she rubbed it.
"Things are likely to be different from now on Draco." She got going. "I'm no longer just your girlfriend. Though Ron's cock seems just so enormous, I still love you. The feeling is unimaginably wonderful. This is what I desire. You will never be able to understand how much I need this. If you want to watch, that's OK, but I'm going to keep fucking him. You'll have to become our cuck if you wish to stay, because he's now my lover."
"I...I'll become your cuck..." Draco replied, his small cock beginning to thicken once more as he looked up at her. "That's a good boy Draco." Hermione remarked as she stood up and wrapped an arm about Ron.