Room for Requirement

Chapter 1: Summer’s End

Hermione moaned in pleasure. She bounced up and down, sandwiched between two young wizards - twins to be specific - and worked their cocks like a pro. Fred and George Weasley began thrusting harder, tearing another delicious moan from the tiny witch.

“Careful!” Ron said slowly jerking himself as he watched his brothers work their magic on his longtime crush, “Don’t tire her out before Harry and I get a go.”

“Tire her out?” Fred laughed, thrusting into Hermione’s sopping wet pussy in synch with his brother, who thrust forcefully into the squished round globes of her ass. “Hermione’s a nympho.”

“She can’t get enough cock, Ron.” George said, keeping perfect rhythm with his brother. “Bring your trouser mouse over here and let her blow you.”

“Triple Weasley penetration?” Hermione laughed, bouncing again as the twins’ movements slowed to allow Ron access. “I’d love that!”

Hermione squeezed her large luscious breasts together as Ron raised his cock to her open and willing lips.

Ron nearly ejaculated into her mouth, but held back the pulse in the base of his balls as the witch he’d desired for the last six years let go of her perfect bouncing breasts and grasped the middle of his raging hard-on, guiding it toward her glossy pink lips.

Hermione’s tawny eyes met Ron’s dark blue ones as she smiled and licked the pre-cum from the tip of his penis in one sassy maneuver. Then, after swallowing, she flicked her tongue over the tip sending pleasurable sensations racing through his athletic body.
Ron gritted his teeth and held back another urge with Herculean strength. Once his brothers finished, He’d show Hermione how amazing sex with a Weasley could be. He planned on plundering her pussy and her ass one after the other over and over, flicking his finger over her clit while he rammed into her body, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her. He’d refuse to come until he was rewarded with a squirting orgasm, one that would soak his balls and the mattress beneath them. Merlin, he couldn’t wait to get started.

“Oh, like that.” Hermione moaned, between mouthfuls of Ron’s cock. “Harder.”
Fred and George threw wicked smiles at each other and jack hammered into her. Hermione howled in pleasure, though the sound was muted by eight inches of Ronald Weasley stuffed inside her know-it-all mouth.

Hermione sucked and rolled her tongue around the tip of Ron’s cock before he began thrusting again. This wasn’t the way she imagined the evening would turn out, and it made her smile a little deviantly. If Molly Weasley only knew that while she and Arthur were on holiday visiting the Museum of Muggle Artifacts, Hermione would be taking half of her son’s organs in each orifice at one time, the witch would likely die of cardiac arrest.

Smirking, she imagined what Molly’s clock downstairs read at the moment.

Fred: Balls deep in Hermione’s pussy.

George: Balls deep in Hermione’s ass.

Ron: Thrusting energetically into Hermione’s mouth.

Thank Merlin the Burrow’s seven stories held intact magically, because the force of their impromptu orgy could have sent the Weasley abode collapsing upon itself like a great deck of cards.

“Could you imagine Hermione fucking the other three Weasley brothers?” Fred laughed, pulling himself out and rubbing Hermione’s clit with the tip of his cock before pushing himself back inside the tightest Gryffindor pussy he’d ever pleasured.

“Could you imagine Percy shoving his cock up her ass?” George said, continuing to pump. He kept in pace and could feel his brother’s cock through the thin membranes that separated them.

“That’s because the only ass Percy enjoys putting a cock is his own.” Fred said.
Everyone in the room, including a very guilty looking Harry, laughed.

The twins pulled out, changing Hermione’s position. Fred lay on the mattress, with Hermione straddling him while George reamed her ass repeatedly with his cock. Occasionally he’d pull out, rubbing the tip up and down the entire length of her perfectly portioned ass crack. All the way down from her tight little pussy stuffed full by his brother up to her lower back, then back inside. When positioned the other way, the leaking flow of her own cum was enough to fully lubricate her ass as he pounded away. Now that the position changed, George found himself casting lubricating spells often.

Hermione rode Fred, occasionally bouncing up and down as he suckled her perky peach-colored nipples, sending an orgasm rolling out of her. While Fred buried himself in her ample bosoms, Ron stood over his brother, knees slightly bent thrusting gently in and out of Hermione’s mouth. Occasionally he’d give a harder thrust, forcing his dick into the back of her throat, but he tried not to gag her with his cock too often. He may be an oversexed teenager, but he wouldn’t treat Hermione with disrespect, or allow anyone else to treat her that way either.

“Where do you want us to come, Hermione?” George asked, beginning to feel sated.
“Mmm.” Hermione tried to speak, but instead made humming noises on Ron’s cock.
Ron pulled out with a tantalizing little pop, and Hermione laughed.

“Come wherever you want.” She smiled, opening her mouth wide as Ron pushed himself back into the soft wetness of her tongue.

Fred and George’s eyebrows both quirked and they flashed devilish smiles as they both withdrew from Hermione. Hermione stood, now stroking Ron’s cock, and smiled at Harry who now appeared even more guilt-stricken.

The twins whispered amongst themselves and hard-ons still raging, grabbed Hermione and positioned her standing between the two.

“Sorry, Ron, you’re going to have to sit our Finale out.” Fred said, pushing his brother back.

“And if there’s anything we Weasley twins know how to do, it’s make an exit.” George said, cracking his knuckles and positioning his cock back at the base of Hermione’s little pucker hole.

Butterflies swarmed Hermione’s belly. What on earth were they planning to do?

“Here, love,” Fred whispered tweaking one of Hermione’s nipples with one hand, and grasping her by the waist with the other. “You’re going to have to remain absolutely still for this one.”

George kissed the back of her neck tenderly. “But it will be well worth it.”
Hermione complied, still puzzled. She hoped that it wouldn’t involve any bizarre Weasley inventions. Penis poppers, volcanic vaginations, even titty ticklers. Merlin, the twins could come up with anything.

Much to her surprise, Fred and George once again doubly penetrated her and began thrusting lustily.

“We’re going to come in your pussy,” Fred grinned.

“And your ass.” George quipped.

“At the same time.” Both chimed.

Hermione didn’t understand what all the fuss was about, until Fred and George both apparated simultaneously, Fred now thrusting in her ass while George claimed her pussy. Seconds later they apparated again, switching positions but their cocks were still inside of her.

“Oh.”

“My.”

“Gods.”

Hermione moaned as the twins fucked her into an orgasm-induced conniption, then again apparated every few seconds. Back and forth they swapped, until one of the twins -Hermione was unsure who - moaned that he was about to come. The other twin agreed, and they kept pumping and swapping, pumping and swapping until Hermione felt the delicious splashes of cum coating the walls of her pussy and ass. Indeed Fred and George both came inside of her ass and her vagina at the same time. Merlin, what an exit, indeed!

Both twins collapsed against Hermione, grunting the last remaining pumps of come from their cocks into her body, groping her tits and ass as they finished.

“Merlin.” Ron marveled, wondering how he would compare to the spectacle his brothers could put on.

“That was,” Fred said, exhausted.

“Bloody amazing.” George finished, also out of breath. “Where have you been all our lives?”

George playfully slapped Hermione on the ass, grabbing a cheek in each of his hand as he withdrew his cum-coated cock. Fred did the same, dribbles of Weasley DNA dripped out of Hermione, coating her manicured patch of pubic hair, and running down her thighs.

“Mmm.” Hermione licked her lips, taking the tips of Fred and Georges cocks in her mouth at the same time, rolling her tongue between their penis holes.
Each groped a tit as Hermione slurped the cum from their cocks, sucking a little more out from each like a straw.

Ron could hardly wait to shove his cock inside Hermione. He’d waited all these years to lift her skirt, push aside her panties and shove the “Sword of Gryffindor” as he humbly referred to it, into the soft folds of her weeping pussy. There, he’d thumb the tiny rim of her ass, priming it until just the right moment when he could sheathe himself deep inside of her.

Once she got a taste of how good he would be, she’d spend most of her free time in his room at Hogwarts on her back, doggy style, and in any other position he could imagine. She’d bleed his cock dry until he’d cum air, but he’d still keep fucking her. At least that was the plan. Harry could watch, maybe even get the occasional blowjob, but her pussy and ass would be constantly stuffed full of Weasley cock.

Now was the moment to shine. Ron wanked his flaccid member back to attention. Hermione stood, wobbling a little. No witch could survive the Weasley twins without being at least the slightest bit disoriented. Ron scooped up Hermione into his arms and carried her back to the mattress.

She lay, still dazed by the twins’ finale, as Ron opened her legs, parted the drenched bare wetness of her shaved pussy lips, and began to run his tongue over her clit. Ron sucked it and flicked it, even nibbled until a weak orgasm rolled from Hermione, causing the remainder of Fred and George’s semen to flow from her pussy, over her ass, and soak the sheets below her.

“Harry?” Hermione called. “You going to join in, or sit this one out?”

Harry walked, still jerking his hard-on toward Hermione. The twins both collapsed on the floor next to the bed not wanting to miss the rest of the show.

“It’s just . . . Ginny . . .” Harry mumbled, still gilt-ridden and unsure of himself.

“Harry,” Hermione said softly, turning from her back to rest doggie-style on her knees, much to Ron’s delight. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If having sex with me makes you feel guilty, then don’t do it. If all you want is another blowjob, I could do that.”

“Another blowjob?” Ron growled and Harry looked even more guilty.

“After Ginny broke up with me, Hermione offered to make me feel better.” Harry said.

“It was just a blow job, Ron, we didn’t shag.” Hermione said matter-of-factly.

“Well, ok.” Ron said grudgingly. “You might as well let her blow you now, Harry, because once she’s pierced by the Sword of Gryffindor, not even Fred and George’s apparating act will be enough to satisfy her hungry pussy.”

“Ron!” Hermione protested, feeling one of his long fingers rub the entrance to her moist core.

“Just because I’ll let you shag me doesn’t mean you can control -OW!” She shrieked and then furrowed her brow in pleasure as all eight inches of Ron’s thick penis was shoved as far as it could go into her tight vagina.

Ron took Hermione by the hair and slammed into her pussy repeatedly.

Ron was a little longer than Fred and George, who topped off at about seven inches, but girth-wise, Ron’s penis was thick and veiny. Hermione was surprised the by intense pleasure his thrusts brought to the walls of her pussy. As he rode, Hermione’s g-spot tingled and she found herself uncontrollably moaning for more.

“Mmm. Yeah.” Ron said slapping each side of her ass playfully. “Spit roast her, Harry. Shove that cock in her mouth.”

Reluctantly, Harry climbed onto the bed, standing on his knees. He pushed his hips forward toward Hermione’s open mouth, rubbing his cock against the sides of her face while she followed it with her tongue. Ron’s thrusts were hard enough that if she tried to grasp Harry’s cock in her hands, she’d no doubt tumble face-first into the mattress. Finally, Harry used his hand to guide the bulging head of his penis into the soft moistness of Hermione’s mouth. It was just as good as he remembered.

There were two things Hermione absolutely loved. The first was the feeling of a huge, hard dick penetrating, withdrawing, and penetrating her over and over. The second thing that could evict an earth-shattering orgasm was a wizard ejaculating inside of her.

Hermione never fancied herself a bukakke girl, and despite her cock-lust, didn’t completely enjoy the taste of semen. Instead she preferred being reamed until her partner blew a large, sticky load inside her pussy. Other witches made their boyfriends use a wizard’s condom - a bluish charm that covered their cock and kept semen from coming into contact with a witch, but allowed for the same pleasure as without one - because despite contraceptive charms and potions, wizarding std’s could still be contracted through the exchange of bodily fluids.

Fortunately, Harry and the Weasley’s were clean, and Hermione felt comfortable allowing them to come wherever and however they wished.

She lost her virginity to the Weasly twins one night while sneaking into the restricted section of the library with Harry’s invisibility cloak. Fred and George were out causing mischief and the three of them ran for the room of requirement under the invisibility cloak when Fred spotted Mrs. Norris.

They passed the time playing a game of truth or dare- a dangerous game to play with the Weasley twins- and before long Fred and George were confessing the reason Angela Davis walked bow-legged after the quidditch game had nothing to do with her broomstick, but rather everything to do with their ‘wands’. George dared Hermione to show them her breasts, and before long one thing led to another and Hermione found herself with a Weasley at the entrance to each hole. She lost her anal and vaginal virginity at the same time that night, and snuck out at least twice a week to the room of requirement since.

After the school year ended, Hermione found herself consumed with need. When Molly offered Hermione a chance to visit over the summer - mostly to watch the house while she and Arthur went on vacation - Hermione jumped at the opportunity.

“MmmmMmmMmm.” Hermione moaned as Ron pummeled her willing pussy over and over. Harry smiled for the first time that night, enjoying the sensation she brought with her humming noises. Harry loved whenever Ron would hit her in a sweet spot and she’d buzz away at his cock.

Harry knew how possessive Ron was of Hermione. Ever since his brothers first bragged about bedding her in the room of requirement, Ron had been desperate to give her the high hard one himself, completely confident that once she’d had a taste of him she’d never be able to resist his advances.

Harry brushed his fingers gently down her cheek. Part of him still loved Ginny, but part of him wanted Hermione too. Plus, he still considered himself a virgin. Hermione may have given him a blowjob, but he’d never put his cock into a witch - yet. Part of him hoped that would change tonight, and the other guilty part wished that it wouldn’t.
Still, the business of Ron would not come close to a resolution. Now that Ron engaged Hermione sexually, there would be no stopping him. His jealousy at any other man who touched Hermione could turn his best friend against him. Harry recalled seeing Ron’s Viktor Krum collectible flying around with a broken leg - and the tip of the broomstick shoved up its ass - just for taking Hermione to the Yule ball.

Ron kept up his thrusts and reached around Hermione’s flat stomach to rub her clit. With his other hand he used his pointer finger to dip in and out of her pucker hole, varying his intensity based on her moans.

Then, when she least expected it would come, Ron withdrew his cock and rammed it up her ass using Fred and George’s leftover semen as lubricant. Hermione shrieked in pleasure, now muffled by Harry’s cock, and Ron gave several deep thrusts before withdrawing and sheathing himself back within her pussy. He went back and forth, all while massaging the bundle of nerves at her clit.

“Yeah,” He murmured, too fascinated on how pleasing his unprotected cock felt inside the warm softness of her core to care about anything else.

Hermione knew how eagerly Ron looked at her after - she suspected - Fred and George had told him about their interludes in the room of requirement. Maybe tonight had been a mistake, maybe she shouldn’t have allowed him to penetrate her, but now wasn’t the time for regrets, not when it felt so damn good.

Ron fucked Hermione so hard that her wetness squelched at every penetration. Still, she gasped for more while coming up for air between mouthfuls of Harry’s cock. Ron gave her exactly what she asked for. It would have seemed brutal the way he slammed into her ass, and then back to her pussy with the speed and accuracy that made her insides long for more. As he’d pull out of one hole and jackhammer into the other, the need for him to fill her body intensified. The need he created left her satisfied and starving at the same time, and she felt her body gulp him down, trying to swallow him in both places at once. The feeling left her dizzy and delirious. She’d never experienced sex like this before, but it felt too good to let go.

Harry watched as the witch gobbled down his cock, crying out and craving more from Ron. The whole spectacle aroused him to the point of no return, and he manipulated his cock into shooting large gooey bursts of come into her mouth as she begged for more. Hermione swallowed his release, almost not aware of anything but her impending earth-shattering orgasm. Harry let her suck the last bit from his rapidly deflating member, and stood back as Ron bucked against her with wild abandon.

Fred and George both jerked themselves off as Ron’s cock impaled Hermione repeatedly. She screamed out in pleasure, feeling the tidal wave of pleasure crash through her body. Ron flipped her over in such a quick maneuver it didn’t seem that he ever withdrew himself fully from the witch, and only pulled out as the tidal wave of wetness surged from Hermione, drenching his cock, balls, and most of his torso. Then, just as her seconds-long release subsided he tore into her again, grunting and thrusting furiously until her twitching pussy drank down most of his release. He held Hermione’s knees up high, watching his come ooze from all sides of his cock, running down her ass crack and coating the sheets beneath them. He wanted as much of it to remain inside of her as he could get.

Fred and George gazed slack-jawed. It wasn’t every day a wizard could evict that kind of release from a witch. Fuck that apparating act, Ron thought as he smirked giving another quick thrust into Hermione and watching his come ooze out, my one cock could beat the both of yours any day.

After a minute of panting and heaving, Ron withdrew himself, letting the whiteness flow from her body. Merlin there was so much of it. He’d been saving it up for a few days just to give her what he knew she liked.

He straddled her body and dipped his member into her willing mouth. She sucked off all the release and sipped out the little bit remaining inside of him. As he withdrew, Fred dipped himself back into her drenched pussy and blew his remaining load, while Hermione swallowed George’s release.

“You’ve been fucked by three Weasley’s tonight.” Ron said, triumphant.

“Potion or no potion,” George panted.

“You’ll be pregnant for sure.” Fred finished.

Hermione laughed, spread-eagle and exhausted on the mattress. She’d never felt anything like that before, not in her entire life. Her body tingled all over, and even her sore pussy twitched as though to say it had enjoyed itself thoroughly. Those Weasley’s were something else. For the first time in her achieving-ridden life Hermione felt satisfied, and Merlin, did it ever feel good.

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A/N: If you’re reading this, you’ve popped my inaugural fanfiction cherry. Please review, but be gentle with me, it was my first time, after all. :}