The Holidays Are Here, Part II

Well, was it as good for you as it was for me? I must have gone through a 12 pack of Coke and a pack of smokes trying to finish the last chapter! Now saddle up for the second coming! (Sorry, bad pun)

Chapter Five

Ron crossed the room and grabbed Hermione by the arm, swinging her around hard enough for her to drop across his desk, knocking most of his books to the floor. He grabbed his cock and pushed it into her cunt. She let out a scream of pain as he began rocking her into the desk. Trying to find a good hold on his desktop, she swept her arms across it, pushing everything else to the floor with a loud crash.

“Harder!” Hermione was turned on more than he knew. Ginny\'s cries made her hot for ecstasy, and she didn\'t care how she got it, as long she got it. Images filled her head as Ron continued to fill her bald pussy, pulling her roughly into him. Fantasizing about having Ginny\'s twat in her face as he pumped her sent a tingle down her spine, stopping at her clit. She licked the air with her tongue.

Harry and Ginny had heard crashing sounds along with Hermione\'s passionate cries from Ron\'s room. They knew this had become a contest now.

Hermione used her left hand to grip the back of the desk as she ran her right hand across her chest, massaging her breasts before she moved her fingertips to her belly ring. The sensation of the light tugs on the ring sent small waves of sensitivity through her tummy. She could no longer hear Ginny\'s screams of ecstasy. Had they stopped? Surely not. Her mind was too clouded with lust for Ron\'s cock to think anymore, so she let her thoughts drift to the pain in her pussy. She closed her eyes, concentrating on it.

It still hurt every time he shagged her, but she had begun to like it. So much so, that she didn\'t think she could get off without it. The thought scared her, as visions of her bum being ravaged by his thickness flowed across her eyelids like a movie. Maybe a thinner one, like Harry. Her fantasies took control as she dreamed of having two cocks in her at once. Her body\'s natural instincts kicked in, and she started pushing back into him.

Ron forced into her repeatedly, her tight cunt never stretching past a certain point of elasticity for him. Every time he thought she had opened up for him, it would just be the prelude to one of her orgasms, causing her pussy to tighten back down on him. He didn\'t complain one bit though, cherishing her tightness.

He spit onto the entry of her bum, and worked it around the rim with a finger. She knew what was about to happen, and her legs almost went weak from the thought. Ron worked one finger in with relative ease, sliding his knuckles past her opening. She brought her right hand back up, and slapped it down on the desk as she cried for more.

The drawers were slowly opening as the desk rocked into the wall with each hard thrust. Hermione lifted her right foot onto the edge of the bottom one, allowing him to push a little further into both of her holes. He was hitting her sweet spot now, causing uncontrollable wails to escape from her burning lungs. He spit onto her bum again, slicking it up for a second finger. He worked the saliva around the rim, pushing it into her.

She slapped a hand into the wall as he pushed the two knuckles past her rim, spreading it open twice as much as before. The clock fell from the wall with a crash, bouncing to the floor in pieces. Hermione\'s legs went numb as he rocked into her holes unevenly. He forced his fingers in each time his cock withdrew, pulling them back as his cock spread the walls of her cunt wide.

On a whim, Ron spanked her ass with his free hand, watching the pinkness rise to her cheek. He saw her hairs stand on end in response as she grunted. Hermione dropped her head, no longer wasting the energy to hold it up. She couldn\'t breathe fast enough to keep up with his pace. Her mouth opened wide with the hope of being able to draw more air into her already heaving lungs.

“Did you like that?” Ron spanked her again, not waiting for her to reply. She cried out to him this time, begging for more as she felt her twat begin to flex on him. “Do it again!” He smacked her bum harder this time, sending the pain through her upper body. Her fingertips tingled from the sensation of him inflicting more pain on her. “Spank me again!” she cried, barking at him now. Her words came from her throat. “Make it hurt!” She was ready for release.

Ron reached back as far as his arm could go, and gave hell to her bum in one fell swoop. Screaming, she begged him for more. He forced his fingers harder into her now, spreading them wide each time he got them all the way in. Her lust was almost complete. She knew he wasn\'t far behind as his cock swelled in her, stretching her pussy even further.

Sweat poured from her everywhere, the desktop had become slick with it. No longer trusting her hold on the edge of the desk, she moved her left hand to the wall with a thunderous clap, causing the window so slam down. She rested her hip against the desk to support her middle torso as he tried to shag her into next week.

Her body felt wracked. She was no longer moving with him, but rather spending every amount of energy left in her to stay upright. She was now his puppet, his cock and fingers the strings controlling her. Ron began to moan loudly, and she knew he would give her release soon.

Completely at his mercy, she felt disarmed as he penetrated her in the most intimate places her body had to offer. She felt like a casualty of this war, happy to sacrifice herself to further their cause. Her pussy screamed for release, and her bum begged for his final solution as he continued to push her into the desk.

Ron forced his thickness into her one final time, going in as far as he could, causing them both to scream. He, in ecstasy, she in both ecstasy and pain. They reached their climax together as he filled her twat with his creamy seed. She felt it wash around inside her, splashing against the most sensitive part of her body. She let her hands slide down the length of the wall, leaving sweaty streaks upon it as she poured herself onto the desktop. Her pain and ecstasy was complete, for the moment.

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The twins emerged from the fireplace, brushing themselves off. Both stopped as they heard sounds of hard sex form not one, but two places in the house. They heard a crashing sound as something broke upstairs. They couldn\'t tell if the screams were from ecstasy or agony.

Looking to the stairs, they saw a camouflage bikini top laying across a few of them. Then they heard satisfied cries coming from someone, and Fred turned to George with a surprised look on his face. “I recognize that voice. But, it can\'t be, can it?”

“Little Miss Know-It-All Granger?” George smirked in disbelief. “That would mean Ron\'s up there too. From the sound of it, he\'s really shagging it to her.”

“So who do you suppose the other two are? Maybe we-” Fred stopped as he heard Ginny crying out Harry\'s name. “Maybe not. This is a bit weird. Our younger brother and sister are both getting shagged at the same time.” An evil grin formed on his face. “Let\'s do something about it.” They exchanged fiendish looks with one another as they immediately began devising a plan. However, as soon as they were ready to move into action, the commotion stopped. They heard Ginny first, making her way down the stairs as Ron followed, arguing with her. “You did not!”

“Yes, we did Ron. We started well before you, finished when you two did, and were louder by far.” She stopped dead in her tracks, and Ron walked right into her. Though her robe was closed, she pulled tight on it as she saw the twins standing in front of the fireplace. Ron looked up, and his face immediately flushed.

The twins snickered as Fred began to speak. “Sorry, mate. I think she\'s right.”
“I don\'t know Fred,” George argued sarcastically, “Ron\'s screams for more were rather loud.” Both twins bellowed out laughter as Ron said to Ginny “This isn\'t over.”

“Losers shower last, Ron!” She ran past him and up the stairs to the bathroom, her army boots sounding heavily on each step. She shut the door before she locked it, thinking that Ron would give chase.

Ron\'s pride stung as the twins laughter died down. Wanting to change the subject completely, he asked “If you two are here, where\'s Mum?”

“Oh, she went shopping about,” Fred replied. “She told us not to come visit until after Dad gets home, so naturally-”
“We closed up early and came straight over.” George finished the sentence.

The three turned to the stairs as they heard Hermione calling out to Ron with a playful voice. “I\'m still thirsty. If you don\'t bring me something to drink, I may very well come down and drink you.”

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Ginny\'s hair was still moist from her shower as she grunted quietly, trying not to wake Harry. She was dressed again in her white cut-offs and a tight sleeveless undershirt. The bottom drawer of her dresser was open, her boots tucked underneath it as she did sit-ups. Harry stirred in bed quietly as he rolled onto his side to watch. She hadn\'t noticed him, and he didn\'t want her to, as he was rather content for the moment. Watching her strengthen her tummy excited him immensely.

Her damp hair left a wet spot on the floor from each time she lowered herself. Her breasts had a slight sway to them each time she sat back up. Her fingertips lightly touched the sides of her head, ensuring that her arms didn\'t pull her upper frame at all. She obviously wanted her abs to do all the work, and they were getting a good workout now.

She would do ten straight up and down, then twenty with a twist, alternating an elbow to the opposite knee, then start the cycle again. Harry stared at her beautiful body for two or three minutes before she stopped, laying back with her eyes closed, her hands tucked under her head for comfort. She breathed hard from the workout, her chest heaving with the labored breaths. The undershirt was stretched thin across her breasts, allowing the pink of her stiff nipples to show through. Harry wanted her again.

He startled her as he spoke. “I didn\'t know you worked so hard to make your tummy so...perfect for me.”
“Maybe it\'s not just for you,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe I\'m trying to steal our seeker\'s position for next year.” She began doing sit-ups again as they continued their conversation.

“The competition is rather stiff at the moment.” He got out of bed and walked to her, his hard cock pointing to the ceiling as it bobbed with each step. She didn\'t stop her exercise as she spoke. “You had better put that away Harry, or I won\'t be able to finish my workout.”

He sat at her side as he replied to her. “I have a better way to strengthen these.” He lightly ran his hands across her stomach, feeling the muscles contract and release as her body moved up and down. She closed her eyes and said “Harry Potter, if you don\'t stop it this instant, I\'ll...I\'ll hold out on you.” She couldn\'t believe what she had just said, but it worked better than any charm magic she had learned in her previous five years of school.

Harry took his hand from her tummy and rested his arm on the edge of the drawer as she lay back, breathing heavily again. He felt something silky in the drawer against his fingertips, and looked to see what it was. Hooking a red strap on his finger he lifted the tiny set of knickers and said “When were you going to wear these for me?”

“Maybe they\'re not for you.” She began to exercise again, grunting as she spoke. “Maybe they\'re for someone who has manners enough not to rummage about in his girlfriend\'s naughty drawer.” Harry looked to the drawer at her last comment, seeing a matching bra laid across a cobalt blue teddy underneath. There were other various sexy pieces of lingerie, but none stood out like the first bit he saw. Minding what she had said, he dropped the red knickers back into the drawer.

Sweat began to collect at her throat as she continued to push herself. He sat in silence as she relaxed, rubbing a hand over her stomach to feel the swollen, overworked muscles. When her breathing returned to normal, she rolled over onto her stomach. He caught her taking sideways glances as she readied herself in the push-up position.

“I thought I told you to put that away.”
“In a minute. I want to just sit and talk.”
“Just sit...And talk? Fine.”

She started the down and up movements. Her exhales hissed from her pink lips as she pushed up. She obviously had a harder time with these than the sit-ups. She lowered herself back down slowly, letting her breasts graze the floor before pushing back up. Harry counted twenty before she stopped.

Laying on her stomach, she rested her chin on her hands as she looked forward, seemingly lost in thought. Harry didn\'t bother interrupting her, as she seemed rather focused. Instead, he let his eyes trail from her neck to her breasts, now flattened against the floor from laying on them. He stared at the side of the one closest to him as it pushed out against the undershirt.

She shook her head as she readied herself for more. Spreading her feet, she raised her bum into the air and walked her hands forward a bit, her tight body forming an upside-down V. Harry stared at her bum as it pointed to the ceiling. “Dive bombers too?”

She lowered her hips to the floor as she swooped her upper body past her hands and arched upward. She paused to speak. “Harry, can we be serious for a moment?” She reversed the movement, and returned to her original position. He watched her catlike grace as he replied. “Sure. I would do anything for you, including being serious when you want.” She swooped through again, and paused to speak. “You know I\'ve been with Hermione when we were in school,” Her body swooped back. “And I know you liked hearing about it.” Swoop forward, pause. “But that wasn\'t the only time for me and her.” Swoop back, pause. “I wanted to tell you about it,” Swoop forward, pause. “because I need to know if it bothers you.” Swoop back, pause. “It\'s not all the time,” Swoop forward, pause. “There\'s only been one other time after summer started.” Swoop back, lay flat.

She rolled onto her side and looked into his eyes, trying to read what he was thinking. “When I\'m with you, I only fantasize about us. But when I\'m with her, I fantasize abut you being there.” She raised a hand to his thigh and rubbed it lovingly. He placed his hand on hers, and said “Above all others. That\'s the only thing that matters to me, my sweet Ginerva.” She frowned to hold back tears as she sat up to hug him. “I do, Harry. No one matters to me except you.”

“And Hermione when the moon is right, I suppose.” They both softly laughed as she let her tears fall to his shoulder. Her pulled her face to his, and kissed her passionately. Returning his kiss, she pulled her shirt over her wet hair, freeing her breasts from the tight fabric. Running her hands down her legs to the rough leather of her boots, she undid their laces and pulled them off, one by one.

“What about your workout?”
“Get on the bed, Harry.” She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them fall to her small, bare feet. “I can\'t focus enough for them right now.”

She laid him back, straddling his hips with hers. She leaned forward to kiss him as she guided his cock into her. “I love you Harry. Above all others.” Sitting up, she rode him gently, making passionate love to him as he stared into her eyes. He placed one hand on her hips as she moved gently up and down. His eyes moved downward, soaking in every soft curve her body had to offer. He watched her swollen abs contract as he reached out to touch the ring in her tummy. He played with it for several minutes as she slid up and down on his shaft.

Finally she stopped, turned around, and slid her pussy back down on him. He put his hands on her calves and massaged them as he stared at her beautiful back. His eyes followed each vertebrae on his way down to the small of her back, focusing on the dimples there. He heard her breathing get heavier, and closed his eyes. Visions of her with Hermione danced across the darkness of his eyelids, causing his balls to stir. His own breaths became short as his cock became sensitive to her movements. He thought of how they had shagged earlier, and his lust released.

She let out a small gasp as his cum filled her up. She stopped and climbed off of him, laying by his side. She hugged him tight as he looked into her eyes. Harry wanted her to finish too, and asked “What about you love?”

“I had something better, Harry.”

Confused, he continued to look into her eyes, searching. She saw his need to understand, and answered his unspoken question. “I have your love.”

-End Chapter

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