Hermione's Weakness (re-upload)

Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters are 18+.

"Ron will hear us!" Hermione whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the symphony of flesh on flesh. The sound of Harry's thick cock pumping in and out of her tight, wet pussy echoing through the living room of the Burrow.

Ron had been kind enough to invite the two of them over for the summer, but it seemed like Harry and Hermione were taking advantage of his hospitality in more ways than one.

Bent over the backrest of the sofa in front of him, was Hermione. Her face a rosy hue, eyes filled with excitement, and chest heaving from the intense pounding of Harry's hips.

Not that Ron could actually see Harry, of course. But the invisibility cloak couldn't hide the sounds of their lovemaking, nor could it mute Hermione's incessant moans.

For all of Hermione's brilliance, her intellect didn't seem to apply to the matter of discretion. Her mind, so sharp and calculating in most areas, seemed to turn to mush as soon as Harry's massive cock entered her imagination.

Ron had lost count of the number of times he had caught the pair in the act this summer. The first few times, he had pretended not to notice, deciding to give his friends some privacy. But with each time he pretended to act oblivious, the pair only seemed to grow bolder and bolder.

Ron was certain that Harry knew he wasn't fooling anyone. In fact, Ron would go as far as to say that Harry was doing this on purpose, relishing the thought of putting his lover in a compromising position, while also giving his best friend a front-row seat to the show.

But that Hermione thought she was actually being discreet, was almost laughable. Did she honestly think he was too thick to realise what was happening right under his nose?

And tonight's sexcapade had begun quickly after dinner, as the group gathered in the living room.

"I'm just relaxing!" she had said, when he asked her why she was standing behind the sofa. It was, hands down, the most laughable excuse he had ever heard. Why wouldn't using the sofa for it's intended purpose, like sitting, or lying down, be more relaxing than standing awkwardly behind it?

It had quickly become apparent exactly why she was standing there, however, when Harry's disembodied hand suddenly made an appearance. The hand, snaking around from the opening of what could only have been his invisibility cloak, had grabbed Hermione by the hips and bent her gently over the sofa's backrest. Hermione's eyes had widened, but there was something else in her gaze he had never seen before. Was that excitement he saw in her eyes?

The hand had then snaked up her skirt, giving her bottom a firm slap before flipping up her skirt and dropping her panties to the floor. And that's when it had appeared.

It was the largest appendage Ron had ever laid eyes on.

The massive cock, now visible from the opening of the invisibility cloak, positioned itself at Hermione's entrance. She squirmed, trying to hold back her moans. But the sight of Harry's massive cock, and the thought of it soon being sheathed inside of her, made her excitement spill over.

And from then on, she had been a lost cause.

With every thrust of Harry's hips, a heavenly moan escaped Hermione's lips. She had tried to stifle the sounds for the first couple of minutes, but when Ron never commented on the noise, she had grown bolder and bolder with each passing moment.

Ron had always had a thing for Hermione. Sure, her bushy brown hair wasn't traditionally attractive, and she could be a bit of a prude, but the girl was smart as a whip. She was quick, witty, and had a pair of plump, juicy hips that he couldn't stop dreaming about.

But he also knew that his dreams of bedding Hermione would never come to pass. Which was exactly why he was drinking up this scene like a parched man stumbling through a desert finally finding an oasis. When would he ever get to see Hermione like this? Bent over in front of him, breasts practically spilling out of her loose top, and her delightful moans ringing through his ears.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Hermione cried out, her voice taking on a whole new octave. Each word punctuated by the sounds of Harry's hips meeting her arse, as he drove himself deeper into her. "Harry, your cock feels so good inside of me!" she whined, and the sultry tone of her voice made Ron's own trousers start to feel tight.

Hermione had well and truly lost the plot. She had always been so proper, always so in control. But the power of Harry's cock had her whining like a bitch in heat. She couldn't even keep a coherent thought in her mind, as Harry's cock hit all the right spots inside of her. She was so lost in the pleasure by this point, that she had completely forgotten that Ron was even there.

But that was the beauty of it, really. Watching his best friends, the two people he cared about the most, become so consumed by their own pleasure, was a pleasure all on it's own.

"Harry, my tits will fall out of my top if you keep going like this! Ron will notice!" Hermione cried out.

Ron couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. His proper, controlled, Hermione, was reduced to a mindless slut.

Yet the words were barely out of her mouth, when a sharp thrust of Harry's hips made her top burst open.

Her plump, juicy breasts spilled out, and Ron felt like he was going to pass out from the eroticity of the scene unfolding before him. Her nipples were hard and pink, the areolas a pale, delicate shade. They were the perfect size for a hand, and he couldn't help but wonder how they would feel between his fingers.

He didn't need to touch her to get his fill of the view, though. Hermione's breasts swung back and forth as Harry continued his relentless pounding. They were a sight to behold, and Ron couldn't believe his luck.

Hermione must have felt the same, because she suddenly cried out in pleasure, her legs giving way beneath her. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm, as she screamed out at the top of her lungs.

"Harry!" she cried, her voice a sultry, guttural cry that Ron would remember for the rest of his life. Harry was deep inside of her, his cock filling her up to the very brim, and she was coming harder than Ron even knew was possible.

Harry continued to pound away, the invisibility cloak falling to the floor as all pretense of discretion went out the window. Harry's massive cock plunged in and out of Hermione, as she continued to writhe and scream in pleasure.

She was a beautiful sight, and Ron knew that he would never forget the image of her, her legs spread and her body trembling before his very eyes.

And then—finally—Harry came.

"Fuck, Hermione!" he cried, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Take my seed, you fucking whore!" he cried, and Hermione squealed in delight, her entire body trembling as she took it all.

When it was all over, Harry slowly pulled out of her, his cum spilling out of her needy pussy to run down her thighs and pool on the floor. Hermione was left lying there, bent over the sofa, looking completely vulnerable, but incredibly satisfied.

Harry looked over at Ron then, a sheepish smile on his face. His cock was still erect, and Ron knew that they would soon be going at it again.

Ron couldn't help but smile back, thankful for the experience. He had his own business to attend to now, however, and he was sure that Hermione wouldn't mind if he left them to it.

Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters are 18+.