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“Oh, shoot, I forgot my bag downstairs,” Hermione said as they reached the door of her bedroom. “Ron, will you run down and get it for me? It’s in the couch cushions.”
Ron went and did just that. It was an exceptionally successful Christmas. He was warm, a little drunk, and couldn’t wait to crawl into bed with Hermione and Harry. He found the beaded bag wedged in the back of the sofa. It must’ve fallen as they drank a nightcap with the Grangers. It was only as Ron walked up the stairs that he remembered he was a wizard and Hermione was more than capable of summoning the bag herself.
Ron pushed the door open and shut it quickly behind him when he caught sight of his Christmas presents. Hermione and Harry were standing next to each other, holding hands. Hermione wore tiny red panties and an elaborate bra that pressed her breasts together and up. Harry wore a matching red jockstrap that did nothing to conceal his half-hard dick. On both their heads were enormous red bows. The sight made Ron drool.
“Happy Christmas, Ron,” Harry said, looking at him with fire in his eyes.
Ron was on them in an instant. He could hardly decide where to touch first, where to put his mouth.
“So fucking sexy,” Ron panted. “Both of you. I can barely think.”
He slid his hands down and grabbed handfuls of. Both Hermione and Harry gave a little sigh. With an effort, Ron let go and stepped back.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “I want to see the rest of my presents.”
They did. Hermione was in a thong. The thin red ribbon outlined her ass and accentuated the dramatic curve of her back. Harry’s ass was perfectly framed by the red elastic. Ron knelt behind them. He began gently stroking Hermione’s ass while kissing his way along Harry’s. Harry sighed and relaxed into his touch. Ron opened his mouth and bit down hard, making Harry whimper. He pulled back to admire his work and the teeth marks he left behind.
“Can I have a matching one?” Hermione asked above him.
He looked up to see her coy glance over her shoulder. He used one hand to soothe the sting of his bite on Harry and began licking Hermione’s. She arched, seeking more. Ron brought his hand down in a spank, making her yelp and shy away. He sank his teeth into the reddening skin and Hermione cried out. He could smell her arousal in the air and feel it in the bundle of sensations that was Hermione.
“Do you like your presents?” Hermione asked breathlessly.
“Love them,” Ron said. “Thank you. Now get on the bed.”
Both Harry and Hermione scampered onto Hermione’s childhood bed which they magically enlarged to fit the three of them. Ron climbed on top of Harry and placed a heavy hand on Hermione, pushing her down on the bed.
“Stay,” he said firmly. He wanted to take his time with both of them.
Ron began kissing Harry, running his fingers lightly over his skin. Harry shivered under him and dug his fingers into Ron’s biceps. Ron continued downward, ghosting over the trail of hair pointing towards Harry’s cock. He grabbed Harry’s thighs hard and moved them up, admiring the way his bulge strained the confines of the jock strap. He kissed Harry again with a warning look to be still and moved on top of Hermione.
She was squirming with anticipation. Ron loved playing with her impatience and could see the damp spot in her panties. Ron kissed her. Her breasts heaved within the bra with every panting breath.
“Touch me, please,” Hermione said softly.
“Such a good girl,” Ron whispered in her ear.
He did as he was asked, gripping her breast tightly, making them spill out of the cups between his fingers. Hermione moaned and rubbed her panty-covered clit on his thigh. He moved his hands down to her hips, stilling them. He lowered his face into her cleavage and began licking and sucking, her breasts quickly covered in reddened love bites.
Ron looked at a panting Harry. His fingers twisted into the duvet to prevent himself from touching his cock. A brilliant idea struck him. Gently, Ron removed both their bows and set them to the side. He then picked Hermione up and placed her on top of Harry, her back flat against Harry’s chest.
“You may touch each other,” Ron said.
Hermione twisted her head and began to kiss Harry hungrily. Her hands gripped the top of his thigh and the back of his head. Harry’s hands moved to her breasts, kneading the marks Ron made there and earning a moan. It was a gorgeous sight. Ron stood watching for several moments to commit it to memory.
Retrieving his wand, Ron cast a very thorough cleaning charm on Harry. He shivered beneath the magic and bent his legs up in anticipation. Hermione broke the kiss and looked down as Ron got on the bed. Harry began to suck at her neck.
“Clever,” Hermione said as Ron shoved a thick pillow beneath Harry’s hips, exposing his hole.
Ron bit her thigh in response and began spreading lube generously on Harry. He sucked her skin and slid a finger in Harry to coat his insides. The bruises he’d left during his rut were faded and Hermione confessed she missed the marks. Harry and Hermione were a writhing frenzy. Ron bit down on Hermione’s other thigh and pressed two fingers inside her. She came immediately and spectacularly, wetness trailing down from her cunt onto Harry’s cock where it rested against her thigh.
“I’ll have to show you this memory at some point,” Ron said licking his lips. “Such a messy girl.”
Hermione wriggled on his fingers at the dirty talk.
“Now I am going to take turns fucking you. Harry, you can cum after Hermione’s cum twice more.”
Harry groaned as Ron began to press inside him. He knew Harry relished the stretch, the little pain that made the pleasure all the sweeter. He moved slowly, letting Harry adjust to his girth. When he was fully seated, he began to move at a brisk pace. Harry pulled his thighs back further to let him in deeper. Hermione’s hands hooked beneath Harry’s knees to keep them there, binding them together. Without warning, Ron removed his cock from Harry and thrust it into Hermione. She shouted as he filled her and came again.
“What a good girl,” Ron said as Hermione’s eyes shut with the force of her pleasure, “coming on my cock like that.”
He gave her several hard thrusts before switching back to Harry who welcomed the intrusion with a moan. On it went, pleasuring his lovers stacked on top of each other. They were all sweaty and panting when Ron rubbed Hermione’s clit again as he fucked her slowly and steadily. Her orgasm built slower this time. He could practically see her pleasure approaching as a flush crept up her chest and to her cheeks. She came hard, arching her back to take him deeper as she did.
“Thank fuck,” Harry said, stroking Hermione’s sides as she came down. “I didn’t know how much longer I could last.”
Ron pulled out and was about to thrust into Harry when he had another good idea. Hermione was limp as he pulled her down slightly, moving Harry’s cock so it slid inside her slick heat. They both moaned.
“Don’t want any of that cum to go to waste,” Ron said.
He pressed into Harry. He waited, filling Harry, idly playing with his balls.
“Please,” came Harry’s strained voice.
“Please, what?” Ron said with a teasing thrust.
“Please fuck me,” Harry said.
Ron’s blood seemed to heat in his veins. He began thrusting wildly into Harry, battering Harry’s prostate with every stroke. The force of his thrusts jostled Hermione on Harry’s cock. She sat up on Harry’s chest, getting her feet under her to meet each thrust. Harry came first. Ron could smell his cum shoot into Hermione. She shuddered and came too. Ron lasted several more strokes, desperate to wring every last bit of pleasure out of them. He finally came hard, filling Harry.
Ron pulled out quicker than he’d like to, his thighs threatening to give out. He collapsed on the bed. Ron plucked Hermione off Harry and settled her on his other side. Nuzzling in, he enjoyed the embrace of both his lovers.
“Best Christmas ever,” Harry whispered.