A Night In At 12 Grimmauld Place

“I don’t think I have ever been this bored, on a Saturday night, in all my life,” Sirius half-sang, moving from one window to another in 12 Grimmauld Place as if one could offer him a better view than another.

“There were the years spent in prison,” Remus offered. Armed with a card deck, he was running through different ways of shuffling it.

“Dash sensitive of you,” Hermione guffawed, barely looking up from her book. 

In all honesty, she agreed with Sirius more than Remus. Even literature wasn’t very interesting tonight, and she stayed in the drawing room in the hopes that Sirius and Remus would combine into something amusing.

“Please stop,” Sirius told her, “I’ve been trying to get Remus to be less sensitive for ages. And for your information, Moony, in prison I at least could fume on injustices and plot revenge. What am I to do here? Eat crisps?”

“Not with your waistline,” Hermione suggested.

“Careful, lass. Tease an old dog too many times and he’s liable to snap at you,” Remus warned—teasingly.

“Look who’s talking,” Sirius replied.

“I just mean that in middle age, people are less active, they gain weight. You need to combat it. And take better care of your teeth.”

“Now I’m bored and being lectured,” Sirius bemoaned. “Remus, what have you there?”

“Deck of cards,” Remus replied, then gave Hermione a twinkling look. “We haven’t started disguising harmonicas this way since you were behind bars.”

“Well, there we are!” Sirius grabbed Hermione’s book away from her. “Game of poker, love?”

“If it’ll quiet you down,” Hermione replied, snatching her book back and placing a bookmark in it.

“Hardly, but don’t let that stop you,” Remus said.

“We’ll make it a game of strip poker besides,” Sirius said. “For our health in middle age.”

“And how is stripping naked supposed to keep you active?” Hermione asked.

“One always hopes,” Remus retorted.

“Unless, of course, one thinks she’s shite at playing poker,” Sirius added.

“I’ve read three books on the subject,” Hermione said proudly. “There’s really an interesting way of metaphorically looking at wandless magic once you’re familiar with the game—“

“Then have you ever played a hand?” Sirius asked, seating himself at the intimately rounded table that was good for séances, breakfast nooks, and small games of chance.

“I’m very familiar with the pretenses,” Hermione said, sitting down across from him.

“Hope you’re wearing layers,” Remus told her, being seated himself.

“You lads will find yourselves down to your shorts before you know it.”

Sirius just grinned, not caring if that proved true or not. He would be just as happy to display himself to Hermione as he would be to lay eyes on her naked body.

Hermione lost the first hand. Fair was fair; she took off her dress. While trying to remain polite, Sirius and Remus were both enthused to see her bare breasts. The firm contours begged for attention and the little nipples were already excited.

Remus lost the next hand; he took off his shirt. Sirius lost next. He took off his shirt too. Then Sirius lost again, removing his pants. Hermione could see his cock proudly straining at the crotch of his underwear, and she knew its hardness had to do with the sight of her in just her panties, stockings, and garters.

Remus lost his pants next. Hermione actually gasped when she saw the huge bulge in his boxers. It wasn’t that it was bigger than Sirius, just shockingly erect. His stiffness cried out for attention—maybe was why he kept his hands gripping the edge of the table, to keep from rubbing himself in front of Hermione.

As for Hermione, she’d couldn’t keep her eyes off their firm and growing erections. It didn’t help that the tabletop was glass, allowing her to look right down at their hairy legs and thinly covered manhoods.

“So, does anyone ever win this game?” Hermione asked.

“Depends on what order you lose in,” Remus opined.

“What I mean to say is, if you just keep playing until no one has any more clothes, then isn’t it just who lost first? But if you have to stop playing when you’re totally nude, then what do you do then?”

“One way to find out,” Sirius said.

The next hand was played with tense anticipation, all of them wondering who would be the first to go full frontal. It was Remus, and he shyly removed his undergarments, revealing his proud cock to the other players. His eight inches throbbed and twitched, Hermione’s pussy clenching at the sight. She was breathing hard now, as if exerting herself to look away from his naked manhood. She knew that she had given Remus that erection.

Another hand was played. Hermione was called to remove her panties. She coyly unfastened her garters and pulled the sheer panties down over the stockings, then reattached her stockings to the belt. Sirius and Remus seemed close to heart palpitations as they watched her, taking in her smooth cunt, the lack of hair fully revealing it to their inspection, the framing of her garter belt and nylons making the sight particularly delicious. Both their cocks throbbed in straining arousal.

“You know what?” Hermione drawled. “I bet I’m such a good poker player that there’s not even a point in playing another hand. Sirius, do you concede?”

“Oh yes,” he said, losing no time and undressing. Seconds later, his hardness was there for her inspection. Hermione looked from one cock to the other, finding Remus’s to be a little longer and a little thicker than Sirius’s; she wondered if it was a werewolf thing.

Standing beside the table, cards and discarded clothes forgotten, she took hold of their pricks and began jerking them off. Their erections twitched in her hands, straining for the release she offered them. Hermione stroked and caressed the firm flesh. She took a mincing step towards the nearest bedroom, and the boys followed after her, desperate to keep their dicks in her stroking hands. I could probably lead them to Trafalgar Square like this, she thought amusedly.

She lay on the bed. “Down here,” she said urgently, patting the mattress. “Down here with me.” She was still wearing her stockings and idly wondered if Remus and Sirius would rip them or not.

The boys didn’t need any more invitation than what they had been given. They went down on either side of her, groping and fondling Hermione’s body, while Hermione resumed stroking their privates. Remus kissed Hermione, his tongue entering her mouth, connecting with hers as their passion built. Sirius felt down between Hermione’s thighs, running his fingers down her labia, all the way to her asshole, then back up to her clitoris. Every time his fingers swept over her clit, Hermione's hips involuntarily lurched upward. 

The pleasure was too much for Hermione, as two naked men both kissed her body, felt her body, hard cocks thrumming in her hands with equal arousal. She felt Sirius’s fingers probe into her, finding her sex already moist and slick. A finger entered her cunt, then another; they rocked back and forth inside her—slowly at first, then with growing speed. As Sirius’s two fingers fucked her pussy, his thumb pressed down on her clit.

Hermione couldn’t hold out any longer, feeling an orgasm stirring inside her. Her eyes were closed, Remus still kissing her, fondling her breasts as Sirius strummed her womanhood. Her legs opened wide as she bucked against Sirius’s hand. Her delighted cry was stifled by Remus’s lips fastened over hers as she bucked and came. The two men virtually had to hold her down as her frenzied climax went on and on. The thought that she was coming for both of them, their shared treat, was enough to send precum running down their shafts and into Hermione’s clenched fists. 

Hermione slowly relaxed, the spasms coming slower, Sirius not stroking her pussy so hard anymore. She opened her eyes and looked at the two men, knowing it was their turn to be satisfied.

“Come up here, Mistah Black,” she slurred, rolling her words about between her moistly parted lips. “I have to thank you for that splendid display…”

He laid down beside her and Hermione reached to his aching cock, encircling it with her hand. She rubbed the tensed underside with her thumb and felt his length throb inside her fingers, which roved over the swollen knob, lightly brushing over the glans, then rubbing down to the scrotum, caressing it, lightly brushing the weight of the balls, fondling and playing with their heft.

Sirius’s head drifted back as he moaned with pleasure, Hermione expertly caressing his prick, his balls. She jacked him off, up and down, setting up an expert rhythm with a strong grip. Slowly at first, then a little faster, she stroked his cock from base to tip.

As she continued jerking on him, Hermione turned her head to Remus on the other side of her, kissing under his neck and down his chest, taking one of his nipples into her mouth. Still jacking Sirius off, she kissed down Remus’s expectedly hairy belly, then down below the waist where the hair became dark and wiry. At each touch of her warm lips and nipping tongue, Remus jerked. Hermione paused with her lips against his cockhead. Remus put his hand on the back of her head, its weight showing her his desire. Hermione looked him in the eye and mouthed Soon.

Twisting back to Sirius, she stuck out her tongue to strongly lick at his tip, tasting the leaking precum she’d produced with her milking hand. Pleased with the taste, Hermione ran her tongue around his knob, under the cleft in his cockhead. She licked up and down his shaft, and all around his reddened cockhead as if it were a lollipop, until all of his monstrous prick was covered in a wetly shiny film.

Then, starting at his very tip, she kissed downward until she came to Sirius’s engorged balls. She mouthed and tongued their tender sensitivity as Sirius lay back and enjoyed her suckling at him. “Don’t be sore, mate,” he told a put-out-looking Remus. “I figure you can do this to yourself, can’t ya?”

Hermione giggled, most unlike herself, as she kissed and slurped on his balls with love and affection. First one ball, then the other was popped into her mouth as she stroked his shaft with her hand. It was throbbing as hard as an outboard motor now.

On her knees, bent over Sirius’s manhood, she felt Remus fondle her from behind. She spread her thighs further apart to let Remus in, and his fingers slipped into her sex. Noting her wetness, he eased them all the way inside, his other hand feeling under her until he found her clit. As Hermione sucked, Remus rubbed the tender button between his thumb and forefinger, circling and stroking and pulling its sensitive engorgement until Hermione was jerking and writhing every few seconds. 

Remus had three fingers inside of her as well, moving them in an intricate dance—circling through her from side to side, deeper and shallower, seeming to stimulate all of her folds at once. Hermione could only gasp around Sirius’s balls, which were almost drooling out of her slack lips.

Sirius took her by the hair with a growl, drawing her up until his balls had fallen out of her mouth, then bringing her back down onto his swollen cockhead. He stopped when her lips were around his glans, though she could tell he wanted to slam her home on his erection and make her gag. Instead, he let her suck on his tip, as if she were trying to drink through a straw.

Sirius’s fingers stayed in her hair, tightening and relaxing, and Hermione could tell from the energy emanating from his fisted hands that he wanted more. She opened her lips a little wider and slid them down his throbbing shaft, hoping she was giving Sirius the same sensation he would get penetrating a nice, tight opening like her nearly virgin hole. Hermione tried to swallow the whole length, but failed by inches. She could only bob up and down on his stiffness, taking herself to the point of gagging, then moving back up and stopping with her lips locked around his collar, running her tongue over the plum of his glans.

Her inability to deepthroat Sirius left plenty for her to jack off in her hand, and she stroked and pulled at the base of his cock while her head pistoned up and down on its upper half. Sirius could only lay there, unable to do anything but enjoy the workings of her hand and mouth.

With her mouth filled with hard cock, Hermione felt herself ready to climax again. The pulses of her orgasm starting were coming harder and harder where Remus’s fingers worked back and forth. A muffled groan escaped from around Sirius’s member as she finally came. Her clit seemed to swell—the sensation filling it, overflowing and moving in waves throughout her body. She ground her hips back against Remus’s hands uncontrollably, and bobbed her head on Sirius’s cock with the same desperation. As her ecstasy reached its peak, she stopped moving to pant for breath, but Sirius wasn’t interested in her breathing. He raised his hips into Hermione’s face, his cock hungry for more.

Hermione had other ideas. She pulled herself gently away from Sirius’s twitching prick and went to Remus’s, licking all over it, from the sensitive tip to the bloating balls. Remus smiled happily as Hermione mouthed his balls just as she had with Sirius, stroking his cock at the same time, her tongue running over his scrotum and the underside of his cock.

“God… I love balls on my tongue… just the feel of them…” Hermione cooed. 

Putting her lips around the slick knob, Hermione slid down the length of Remus’s cock until her lips were against his groin, all of his hard shaft in Hermione’s mouth, down her throat. His hips thrust up and down, unable to resist fucking the sweet tightness of Hermione’s mouth. She sucked as he rammed her throat, closing her mouth as best she could to give him plenty of friction. Hermione was becoming very anxious to swallow his cum.

As Hermione continued to suck Remus off, she felt Sirius place himself against her cunt, which by now was at least as wet as it was tight. His cockhead started pushing into her sex before she stopped him with a hand against his chest. Sirius froze with a look of dismayed bewilderment on his face.

Hermione smiled at his despair. “I’ll do you one better. I’m not going to get pregnant before I even leave Hogwarts, so—pussies are for eating. Asses are for fucking.”

Sirius broke into a radiant smile, and quickly cast a spell to lubricate both himself and her. It was no surprise to Hermione that he knew one. 

Hermione returned to Remus’s aching manhood, lifting her fine ass into the air as an invitation to Sirius. Remus was grunting now, fucking Hermione’s mouth for all he was worth, holding the back of her head as he shoved every inch of his cock into her mouth to make her swallow it. His length was just right for Hermione to gulp down all his cock; she could only hope Sirius would hurry up and ass-fuck her so she was doubly filled with hard, throbbing cock. Maybe they could even come at the same time.

Sirius moved behind Hermione’s raised ass, putting his lubricated knob between her buttocks. A little motion of his hips and his crown penetrated Hermione’s tight anus. Hermione stopped sucking Remus off, now feeling her body trying to decide if it was experiencing pleasure or pain. It definitely hurt to have her asshole stretched open by Sirius’s cock, but it still felt good to have that prick inching further and further into her.

Hermione slapped behind her, signaling Sirius to slow down so she could get used to being opened up by his mammoth erection. Sirius stopped, a third of his manhood stuffed up Hermione’s ass. Hermione rested her head on Remus’s groin, breathing heavily, both her mouth and asshole filled with hardened manhood, both being stretched. 

“You haven’t even felt half of it yet,” Sirius told her.

Hermione moaned around Remus’s prick. Sirius had to be bigger than he looked. But it was already better than any sex she’d ever had. Ron didn’t have the patience to excite her, or enough experience to hold back and savor all she had to offer him. Sirius, on the other hand, knew just how to treat her.

Hermione sucked again, thrusting her ass back against Sirius in an unmistakable urging for more. Sirius took his time in working his way deeper inside her tender ass, Hermione gasping and moaning as she was filled and stretched like she never had been before. But she wanted his entire erection inside her ass, and again she thrust backwards. She had to stop again, eyes rolled back in her head with pain as most of his erection was plunged into her rectum. Then, hands clasped on her waist, Sirius slowly fucked the last few inches of his member into Hermione’s ass.

Hermione rocketed to the heights of ecstasy, her asshole stretched to the limit and her hungry mouth stuffed full as well. She rocked back and forth on her double impalement. Inch by inch, Sirius’s swollen tool reappeared, then returned to the depths of Hermione’s ass. Remus’s cock fucked down Hermione’s throat as if to meet it. Hermione rocked back and forth between them, drunk on the fact that she had two men inside her at once, two cocks filling every hole she would let them in.

Sirius reached under Hermione and grabbed her clit, rubbing it like a lucky rabbit’s foot every time he thrust into her ass. Hermione twitched and jerked her body urgently, another climax suddenly looming over her. Her orgasm hit, Hermione bouncing back and forth on their cocks, trying to suck as hard as she could—she was hoping Remus would pump his load into her mouth so she could swallow his cum as she came herself.

Sirius fucked her faster and faster, going deep into Hermione’s ass, sodomizing her with the force of a jackhammer. He pulled himself almost all the way out, then stuffed his cock back inside to the hilt. His head was thrown back in a silent howl of bestial pleasure. His whole universe centered around the motion of his cock as he felt Hermione’s tight asshole embrace its penetration again and again.

Like a blessing from the gods, Remus’s cock began to throb potently. It jerked wildly in her mouth, foaming seed suddenly released from the tip. Spurt after spurt hit the back of Hermione’s mouth, out of control, filling what little room in her mouth wasn’t taken up by the pulsating member. Remus’s stiffness jerked again and again, its ejaculations collecting behind the lips locked so tightly around his shaft. Boiling jism filled Hermione’s mouth as she kept bucking and heaving against Sirius. With her asshole being filled and her mouth overflowing, Hermione felt like the luckiest girl in the world. 

She felt Remus’s spurting spams die down, but kept pumping her mouth up and down on his shaft. Hermione would not, could not let go of his prick until she had all of the cum from it. She felt Sirius pull most of the way out, until his cockhead was just inside her anus, which she tried squeezing shut—not because she hoped to succeed, but to create more friction for him. Moaning in happiness, Sirius reversed course and plummeted back into her. Hermione no longer felt discomfort from having her asshole impaled, but experienced only the pleasure. Knowing that her asshole was gaping open, filled with Sirius’s dick, was part of her surely getting the most pleasure her body could give her. His massive erection went out and out and out, then plunged deeper and deeper and deeper. She’d never been so well-fucked, in her ass or anywhere else.

Remus’s spent erection began to flag inside her mouth. Hermione reluctantly let go of it. With her mouthful of cum, she felt a wave of relief that Sirius hadn’t finished with her ass yet. She had much more time to enjoy his cock in her ass. Remus’s creamy semen tasted wonderful; she didn’t want to swallow it yet, not before Sirius came in her too. She held the cum in her mouth, savoring the taste. It seemed to fill her nostrils as much as her taste buds.

Hermione rutted back against Sirius’s thrusting, taking all the cock he could give her and begging for more, harder, faster. She was drunk on the cum that filled her mouth. When Sirius’s fingers strummed her clit again, Hermione felt the first clenching of another orgasm. She convulsively swallowed Remus’s load, gulp by gulp, some spilling out the sides of her lips. She pumped herself backwards and forwards, lost in the feeling, her asshole squeezing Sirius with every thrust.

“Lord knows you’re no virgin!” Sirius laughed. “No virgin ever knew tricks like yours!”

“Tricks?” Hermione asked innocently, the simple utterance letting dollops of cum run down her chin. “What tricks? You mean like this?”

She tensed and relaxed her asshole around Sirius, gripping down with needy intensity, then releasing him to let Sirius thrust some more. At the same time, she twisted her hips, the motion outright milking Sirius.

It was too much for him to take any longer. Howling gleefully, he climaxed, his massive prick exploding to drench Hermione’s bowels in hot, pearly cum. After the shower of cum filled Hermione fully, it leaked out of her asshole, covering his cock and balls in semen. Still more ran over her buttocks.

In the throes of orgasm, Hermione felt her anus contract and squeeze of Sirius’s member in a way that she could never consciously command. She heard Sirius cry out his completion, felt him slam himself all the way to her bowels with every bit of strength he could muster up. She was coming as she experienced this, but she felt like she was coming again as he erupted with cum inside her ass. Her anus squeezing and clenching, full of Sirius’s prick as it throbbed with ejaculation, Hermione was in utter bliss. She felt Sirius fall upon her back, his load spent, and she too collapsed under his weight. She lay on Remus’s belly, Sirius on top of her, his flagging erection still lodged between her buttocks.

“Do tell us when you’re ready to take that pussy of yours off the bench,” Sirius said. “I’ve a godson who deserves to have a go breaking it in.”

“It does seem a shame to have so much fun with two holes, and leave the last entirely unattended,” Remus added. 

“Not to be a shrill feminist,” Hermione said, “but if we added a woman, that would be all of my… ‘orifices’ accounted for, and a balanced gender ratio.” She looked between the two of them, taking their stricken expressions as disapproval of the idea. “Don’t tell me two such men of the world won’t allow that a woman can do just as good a job pleasing a womanhood as any man!”

“A shame you’ve such a big brain,” Sirius gaped wonderingly. “With that hot little ass and a taste for cum like you’ve got, you’d make a proper whore.”

“Good proper,” Remus said, still defeated by the climax he’d experienced down Hermione’s throat, but enjoying the sight of her marked with cum inside and out enough to feel stirrings in his hairy loins.

Maybe I am a whore, Hermione said to herself, nestling Remus’s flaccid member back into her mouth, to suck on like a pacifier as she fell asleep, a companion to the cum that Sirius had filled her ass with. Maybe that’s my true calling. The way I win at cards really makes me wonder.