Two for a Girl

For one long and agonising moment, I thought it was Draco silhouetted in the doorway. Then I blinked again, and saw Crabbe's bulky outline waddling towards me and Goyle.

"Well, well, Greg," he said in a nasty, sarcastic tone, "what am I missing?"

Goyle chuckled. "Me and Pansy are just having a bit of fun."

Crabbe raised his eyebrows slightly, and Goyle nodded, a knowing look, as though they had some kind of plan afoot. Not that I could do much: on my knees, with Goyle's cock just inches from my wet mouth, his hands still knotted in my hair, and my cunt aching, begging to be fucked. And now Draco's other best friend knew what I was doing too.

"You want to fuck her?" Goyle's voice was mock-casual. I could have sworn they'd rehearsed this.

"Yeah, I'm going to fuck her." Crabbe knelt down in front of me and pushed his ugly fat face into mine. "I'm going to fuck her, and I'm going to make her sorry for all the times her and her stupid girl friends have thought they were all too good for me." His eyes narrowed. "I've heard what you say. About how my belly's fatter than my cock. How none of you 'ud fuck me coz you'd be too scared of getting squashed. Fucking bitches. And now who is it, Pansy? Who is it kneeling on the floor begging to get fucked, huh?

I'd always had a bit of a soft spot for Goyle but Crabbe revolted me, his little piggy eyes and his huge fat clumsy body, the thought of those great hands on me, his hairy ape fingers squeezing my flesh It revolted me and turned me on like crazy, the thought that I was such a little whore, such a little slut that I'd give myself to someone like Crabbe, just because I needed to get fucked.

"I'm gonna fuck her and she's gonna watch me do it." He chuckled nastily, working his podgy fingers into my hair and twisting it painfully. "That bench, Greg, pull that over in front of the mirror, can you?"

"You," he pulled me to my feet by my hair, "get up on that bench. So you can see yourself in the mirror. You gonna stay put or do I need to tie you up?"

"No! Please…"

He laughed. "No, please Crabbe, I'll let you fuck me and you don't even need to force me? God you're a nasty little slut once you've lost all your Lady Malfoy airs an' graces, aren't you?"

There was nothing I could say to that: he was right.

"Can you see that, can you?"

I could. Framed in the mirror, myself, twisted over the bench, flushed, unmistakably excited, Crabbe behind me, piggy eyes glittering with delight, face red, hard cock in his hand and then leaning forward to ram it inside me.

I fell forward, head down, with the force of his thrust, but he soon pulled my head back up to look at what he was doing to me. "Watch yourself," he said, "watch me fuck you. You nasty, dirty little girl, aren't you, you fucking hate me but you can't get enough of it. How does Draco ever keep up with you, you little whore, you need a cock to fuck you every minute, don't you? Do you like it, do you? Huh, do you?"

"Yes," I panted, "yes, I like it, Crabbe, I like you fucking me, you bastard, fuck me harder, give it to me, do it to me…"

And he did, the fat hands gripping my flesh as he thrust harder and harder into me.

"Ohh fuck I'm gonna cum," Crabbe moaned, gripping my thighs even harder, "oh fuck you, fuck you, you bitch!" and I saw his eyes fixed on my face in the mirror and felt him explode inside me.

I thought he might let me go then; I wanted to spend hours in the shower, scrubbing his fingerprints off my skin, working memory charms on myself of how badly I'd wanted it. No chance.

"Turn round," and there was steel in Crabbe's voice now. "Come here and make me hard again. You know what to do, I saw you doing it to him earlier."

The slats of the bench were hard against my knees as I turned round and gingerly took Crabbe's soft cock in my hand.

"Go on," he said, "suck it. Make it hard."

Goyle was smiling encouragingly at me and it was his enthusiasm rather than his friend's nasty instruction that made me do it. "Wow, that's nice" he breathed as I slid my lips around Crabbe's flesh. As Crabbe grew harder in my mouth, I heard Goyle's footsteps move around behind me, felt his hands on my arse as he spread me open. He rubbed his cock in the wetness between my legs and with my mouth full, I moaned with desire.

And then rather than the delicious fullness of him sliding into me, I felt the burning pain of him pressing his cock against my arsehole. I struggled to move away, to beg him not to do it, but Crabbe just held my head down deep on his cock as Goyle worked his way into my tight hole. And then he was inside, stretching my arse wider than I believed possible, and moving in me, fucking me so that the two of them passed me backwards and forwards between them, Crabbe filling my throat and then Goyle stretching my arse again, feeling like the dirtiest, nastiest slut in the whole of Hogwarts, working myself along their hard poles, holes stretched wide with them, it felt so hot, so good that the moment Goyle put a hand between my legs and started to rub me, I started to cum, moaning around Crabbe's cock and thrusting myself back at Goyle so that, agonising and delicious, he reached even deeper into me as the two of them pumped me full of their hot cum.