Hermione was still panting as Stewart Perkins stood over her, looking a bit embarrassed as the last of his release dripped from his cock. The rest of it was leaking out of her swollen lips or smeared across them.
"Thanks," he said.
"You're welcome," she answered, feeling utterly surreal.
The boy had masturbated his smallish cock right next to her while George was fucking her. She had barely been aware of him in the heat of the moment. But as soon as George left, she saw him almost ready to burst. He had blushingly asked if he could finish inside her. She had agreed, feeling that it would be impolite to say no. Not that she had an issue with him—it was just unexpected.
Stewart had cum almost instantly, spilling himself inside her in ten frenzied thrusts.
The pudgy blonde boy made his apologies and moved away, revealing another boy waiting behind him. His name was Dane Murphy, a sixth year and a dorm mate of the twins.
"Er, hello," he said a bit awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hermione, right?"
"Yes," she said with a nervous smile.
Her legs were still spread and the fluids of two other boys were there for all to see. Part of her wanted to close them in embarrassment; another part wanted everyone to see. She didn't miss Dane's little glances between her legs. Even thinking about what she looked like right now turned her on again. It was as if her wildest fantasies and deepest anxieties were locked in battle, and the fantasies were winning. She pushed the accompanying shame away, not willing to confront it at the moment.
"You're Dane, right?"
The boy was aptly named, she thought. He looked a bit like an adolescent Great Dane: tall, with big eyes, big ears, a long nose, gangly limbs, and hands the size of dinner plates. The overall effect wasn't handsome, but it wasn't homely either.
"That's right. I wanted to see if you fancied a go, but Perkins kind of beat me to the punch."
"Oh, no problem. That wasn't—"
She had been about to say, 'that wasn't a proper fucking,' but she didn't want to insult the boy. He had just wanted to ejaculate inside her, and this was, after all, a sex club.
"No worries," Dane said with a grin. "Perkins likes to watch. If you're interested, after you've had a rest, I—"
"Oh, no, that's fine," she answered, with a perhaps a touch too much eagerness. "I don't need a rest."
She couldn't stop the blush that followed. Though she had cum twice already, the ache in her belly had not abated. If anything, it had intensified. The same feeling of warm bliss she had experienced with Harry suffused her body. When the boys spurted inside her, it was weirdly rejuvenating and left her craving more. She looked down at Dane's cock, which was only partially hard. It was thick and uncircumcised, and leaned to the left. She couldn't wait to see what it felt like.
"I'm ready now," she said, trying to dispel his uncertainty.
He grinned and stepped toward her. She sat up, instinctively knowing that he wanted her to get him ready. She gripped his balls gently in one hand and stroked him with the other, examining his cock. She had never seen an uncircumcised one up close. A gentle tug pulled back his foreskin to reveal a glistening pink crown. Another stroke and the foreskin covered it completely. She lifted his sheathed head to her mouth, curious what he would taste like.
It dawned on her that she hadn't done this with Harry. 'Merlin, I'm about to give someone a blowjob,' she thought, and almost giggled hysterically. It felt like someone else was inhabiting her body.
She licked her lips and took his crown into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue and it stretched past his foreskin, growing in her mouth. She opened wider and took more of him in, suctioning gently and hoping she was doing it right. She had only read about this in books, and pictures were poor teachers.
"Fuck," he whispered, and that gave her all the confidence she needed.
His skin seemed more pliant than boys who were circumcised, making him easier to stroke. She became so lost in what she was doing that it took her by surprise when his cock swelled in her mouth and he panted heavily above her. She stopped and looked up at him, not having meant to take it that far yet.
"I, er, think you're ready now," she said.
"More than. I almost shot in your mouth."
"Oh. If you want to, I—"
"No, no. I want to feel you."
She scooted back and noticed the huge wet spot she had been sitting in. Her own fluids—combined with the release of the boys—had oozed out of her and made a small puddle on the dark seat. She winced at it.
He laughed. "Yeah, maybe from behind?"
She nodded, trying not to feel embarrassed, and turned around. She felt extremely exposed in this position. While on her knees, she was baring herself to anyone who cared to watch, and she would be unable to see them. The thought filled her stomach with dread, but intensified her desire even more.
She had barely settled herself when she felt him rubbing his cock against her soaked folds. He didn't seem to mind the mess there. He slipped in a moment later and she closed her eyes. His cock slid slowly forward, stretching every millimeter of her so deliciously she could barely stand it.
He wasn't as big as Harry or George, but the position pushed him deep inside her. She could feel her walls engorge and grip him. He began thrusting slowly, and she turned off her mind, focusing only on the sensations her body was sending her.
Hermione lost track of time as he moved within her. Every penetration felt a little deeper and a little harder. There was no pain, just an aching need that was filled every time he thrust. She never wanted it to end, and yet she longed for him to finish inside her, to again feel that warm, intoxicating tingle in her magic.
She opened her eyes to see Lee Jordan standing a few feet in front of her, a drink in one hand and his slowly-hardening cock in another. He was stroking himself as he watched her get fucked from behind. He gave her a little grin and she blushed but smiled back. Merlin, Lee Jordan was watching her have sex. And with her fourth partner of the evening, if you counted Angelina. She felt like an unbelievable whore, but this place was like another world altogether.
He walked closer, cock in hand, and she instinctively reached out for it. Her pussy was so full, and she was so turned on, that it felt natural to have a cock in her mouth too. He lifted it for her. She rubbed it along her lips and cheeks, feeling as if she were marking herself, until he grew fully hard. She could smell another girl on him, but it didn't deter her. She took him fully in her mouth and he groaned.
"Merlin, Hermione." He placed a hand on top of her head and gently guided her movements.
She was so engrossed with what she was doing to Lee that she barely noticed when Dane smacked her ass. A moment later he came inside her, the sensation flooding her with warmth and renewed desire. She moaned and sucked on Lee's cock fiercely as the indescribable feeling washed over her.
"Fuck. You're killing me, girl."
She felt his balls pull taut in her hand, his scrotum almost disappearing. She knew he was close. It felt like she needed to know what he tasted like.
"Here it comes," he warned.
She stroked him firmly and suckled on his head, and a moment later he burst into the back of her throat. She almost gagged, but bravely held on, swallowing as much as she could of his copious bursts. Some of it dribbled out of her mouth and ran down her chin. It tasted salty and a little bitter, but it wasn't as unpleasant as she feared.
She was coaxing out the last of his release and digesting the new experience when she felt someone grab her hips from behind. A finger teased her soaked lips and then another hard cock pushed inside her. She gasped in surprise but didn't turn around. She didn't want to. Not knowing the boy's identity stoked her desire into a full-throated roar.
Lee laughed and patted her cheek as she closed her eyes to savor the thrusts of the stranger behind her. The boy squeezed her ass and pulled her to him with each penetration. She felt herself soak him with fresh arousal.
"Faster," she murmured.
He listened, and soon he was pounding her, jerking her whole body, and she whimpered and held onto the couch. She felt like a toy being used for his pleasure, and it sent a little shiver of ecstasy down her spine.
He grunted and coated her walls with his release. She felt every spurt. Her head swam as the blissful sensation flooded her. It almost sent her over the edge, but she didn't want to cum again just yet. She wanted this feeling to linger forever.
She felt him pull out of her and wipe the last of his cum all over her now swollen lips. She shivered and tried to control her breathing. The wave of pleasure receded, but the intensity of her need remained. She couldn't stand it any longer, and reached between her legs to finish.
A hand smacked her ass from behind.
"No need for that, luv," Cormac McLaggen's voice said. "I'll give you what you need."
Hermione glanced over her shoulder and saw his hard cock ready to fill her. She didn't particularly like the arrogant McLaggen, but she didn't detest him either. Her belly still ached, so she just nodded and turned around again.
He slid into her with a hard thrust. Her walls spread around the firm intruder then clamped down hard. She arched her back and moaned loudly as that feeling of wholeness returned.
"Merlin's balls, you're tight," he said.
His hands kneaded her ass as he pushed into her with long, slow strokes. He squeezed both cheeks almost to the point of pain, but somehow it increased her desperation for release. She squeezed her clit from both sides. A powerful orgasm was building and it was the only thing that mattered in the world right now.
Her pussy was aching for more friction, and his slow thrusts felt like exquisite torture.
"Oh, my God, please go faster," she moaned, her breathing becoming ragged.
McLaggen paused and leaned toward her face. He grabbed one of her pert breasts from underneath and teased her nipple between two fingers. "You like that, don't you, Granger?"
"Yes," she panted, wriggling to draw in every inch of him. "Don't stop."
"I've got a big fat cock, don't I?"
"Yeah," she said, barely able to speak.
He laughed and slapped her ass, then resumed fucking her. "I've wanted to see you lose your shit for ages. Such a horny little swot, you are."
"Yeah," she repeated, not really registering his words and focused only on herself. She was so damned close.
His pace picked up and the sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the air. She made a guttural moan.
"You love my cock, don't you, bookworm? Tell me."
When she didn't answer, he stilled again, panting above her. "Can't hear you, luv."
"I love it!" she yelled at him, desperate for him to continue. "Please!"
"McLaggen," someone said chidingly, but Hermione didn't hear it.
"What?" he said, resuming his thrusts. "She loves it. Look at her."
"Don't get carried away. It's her first night."
He laughed and squeezed her ass. "Oh, she doesn't mind a bit. She wants every cock in the joint, dontcha, luv? You want to feel Cormac's cum inside you?"
"G-god, yes," Hermione whimpered, feeling every thrust deep inside and on the very verge of ecstasy. She felt like an animal, rutting in the wild with a feral beast.
He grunted out an inaudible response. She felt her pussy suddenly soak his cock. Her walls contracted around him and she wailed. It felt as if her mind and body were exploding into a million tiny pieces, and it sent him over the edge too. He pulled her close and filled her with thick bursts of cum as she gasped beneath him.
When he pulled away, she was a panting, shaking mess, no longer aware of her surroundings. Total silence surrounded her until someone finally spoke.
"Holy shit," echoed through the room.
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Harry sat down on the bed with some trepidation. Hampson had sandwiched herself between him and Martigan, and he wasn't quite certain what the protocol was here. She already had Martigan's cock in one hand, and she stroked his with the other.
She kissed Martigan lustily then turned and did the same with him. "You can fuck me wherever you want," she said, grinning.
She turned to Martigan and pushed him on his back. "Lay down, Jules."
He smirked and put his hands behind his head. "Best to just obey her, Potter. She gets what she wants."
"Damn right. I want your cock in my mouth and Harry's cock in my cunt."
Harry snorted at her language. He had always thought of that word as vaguely offensive; an insult. But Jo and Angelina used it proudly. He scooted out of the way as she went to all fours. She dragged her thick mane of hair out of the way and leaned toward Martigan's lap, leaving her ass suspended in the air.
Martigan gave him a look that said 'get on with it.' Harry got on his knees behind her. He stared at her bare pussy and rubbed a finger gently along her lips, spreading them. They were long and pliant, and opened to reveal glistening pink walls, wide open and waiting on him.
He slipped two fingers inside her. They went in easily and he stroked her. She squeezed him with her muscles. "Harry," she said impatiently. "I need a cock."
He laughed as she wriggled her ass in the air, her head between Martigan's legs, alternately sucking on his balls and stroking him. Deciding not to leave her in such dire straits, he rubbed the tip of his cock along her folds and then pushed in firmly. Soft, wet warmth gripped him as he slid into her. He bottomed out and she moaned her approval.
He grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, and then began thrusting slowly. He liked watching her lips grip him when he pulled away. He moved sensuously and deliberately, feeling like he could enjoy this show all night.
Her little puckered asshole flexed every time he pressed into her. She had told him he could fuck her wherever he wanted, so maybe a little experimentation was in order.
He rubbed a finger gently across it, and she shivered beneath him. He looked up to see her licking Martigan's cock from top to bottom, her eyes closed. Martigan, too, seemed lost in what she was doing to him.
"That's it, Harry," she said. "Don't be shy."
He shook his head, not quite able to believe that a girl was asking him to play with her asshole. He pressed his thumb against it and she squeezed him hard with the muscles of her pussy.
"Put it in. Please."
He pressed down harder, not sure if he should be grossed out or not. It resisted him for a moment, then relaxed and let him in. An inch of his thumb slipped into her ass.
He teased her with it, moving it back and forth and marveling at how hot and slick she was. He pushed in deeper and she writhed beneath him. Not able to do more with his thumb, he withdrew and gently replaced it with his index and middle fingers. The fit was so tight it was unbelievable.
"Merlin," she moaned. "Stop dicking around and fuck me, Harry."
He couldn't help but laugh. Jo was demanding if nothing else. He pressed his fingers as far as they could go inside her ass and picked up his pace. She pushed back hard against him and soon she was bouncing off his hips with wet smacks. She was so wet he could feel her arousal dripping down his inner thigh. He wriggled his fingers and could swear he felt them brushing against his cock inside her.
She was panting hard now. He glanced up and saw she was just stroking Martigan, her head jerking too much to use her mouth. Martigan made eye contact with him and smirked.
"Give it to her, man."
Harry did exactly that, gripping her ass roughly with one hand and pounding her as hard as he could. She held still and arched her back as he drove into her. His orgasm built relentlessly and he hoped he could satisfy her before he exploded.
"Fucking…fuck," she groaned, and reached between her legs.
She spasmed around him just as he lost control, her pussy squeezing and releasing him erratically. He shot deep inside her and they both breathed heavily, lost in personal bliss.
He stayed buried inside her while she recovered. When he removed his fingers and cock from her, she collapsed against Martigan's thigh. One hand was still absently stroking him. She looked back at Harry with heavily-lidded eyes.
"Thanks."
"You're very welcome."
"Put it in my ass next time if you want. I like it."
He nodded, not quite sure what to say, as she returned her attention to Martigan's cock. He wasn't certain what his role was now, and the other boy seemed to be in no hurry to finish. His eyes were closed and there was a little smile on his face as he lay on his back and let her lick his cock like a lollipop.
Harry watched them for a minute and then glanced around the room. Two other beds were occupied. He could see the legs of Lavender and Saoirse Manson in one, but he couldn't tell who occupied the other one. It looked like a small pile of bodies. He looked to the center of the room and did a double-take.
Hermione was bent over the couch where he had left her. A boy he didn't recognize was fucking her vigorously from behind. Lee Jordan was on the other side of her, wiping cum from his softening cock on her lips.
Lee moved away and the boy pounded her even harder, then slowed and stilled, his ass flexing. When he pulled out, his cum immediately flowed out of her in a little stream, dripping to the floor.
"Fuck," he whispered to himself.
A waiting Cormac McLaggen immediately took the vacated position behind her. He said something to her and she turned and looked at him, her eyes glazed with a look Harry had never seen on her face before. She nodded and he immediately pushed his cock inside her, thrusting so hard that she gasped and arched her back.
Harry just watched, enthralled as McLaggen pounded her and Hermione whimpered and writhed her hips against him. He could see her sweating with exertion. McLaggen was talking to her, but he couldn't make it out. She seemed to be nodding her head in agreement. He stopped for a moment and squeezed her ass roughly.
"I love it! Please!" she shouted, and everyone went silent around her.
Cormac laughed, and soon the only sound in the room was the sound of their flesh smacking together. Hermione wailed loudly and shook as McLaggen grunted like an animal and finished inside her.
He smacked her ass gently and moved away, giving Harry a clear view of her. Her ass cheeks were bright red with handprints. Her pussy lips were swollen and covered in the release of several boys. From their center poured a small stream of cum, pulsing out of her with every heaving breath. Hermione in such a state was the hottest thing he had ever seen. How could this possibly be real?
"Holy shit," he said in awe.
He walked toward her in a daze. He reached the couch just as she turned around and collapsed on her back, still panting like a racehorse. She stared at the ceiling, her cheeks flushed and a few strings of hair matted to her sweaty face.
"Alright there, Hermione?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yes," she said, but he wasn't certain she recognized his voice.
A moment later a chuckling Angelina Johnson pressed a glass of water into her hands. Hermione quaffed it down in three big gulps and passed it back to her with shaking hands.
"Thank you."
"No problem. You doin' alright?"
"Perfect," she said, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She didn't seem to register that half the room was watching her.
"Just making sure," Angie responded.
"I'd say she's a true lioness," Fred spoke up from nearby, a huge smile on his face. "Wouldn't you say so, George?"
"Yep, every inch a Gryffindor."
"I'd love to show her every inch of my Gryffindor," Fred snickered, "but I think the lovely Miss Granger has had all she can take for one night. More than one Weasley is a bit too much to ask of anyone, after all."
There was some laughter at that, and Hermione seemed to regain some awareness. She blinked and wiped a sweaty lock from her forehead, then looked at Fred.
"I'm fine. If you want to, I mean."
There was louder laughter and Fred gaped at her.
"Oh, Merlin. They're just teasing, Hermione," Angelina said.
Hermione glanced at the faces around her, only now realizing she had such an audience. Harry watched her carefully. Her eyes were glazed, and she seemed to be a mix of happy, exhausted, and delirious. He might have thought her drunk if he didn't know better.
Her eyes met his for a long moment, some unspoken being question asked. He smiled reassuringly and she looked at the rest of the gathered faces. A visible shiver went down her spine. Her eyes dropped to Fred's cock, which was already hard just from watching her. She swallowed thickly.
"I can handle more than one Weasley."
There was a brief silence and some raised eyebrows. Finally, Fred laughed. "That sounds like a challenge, and I would hate to disappoint our budding young scholar on her first night."
He plopped onto the seat next to her. "Would you like to be on top this time, my dear?"
"Can't wait," Hermione breathed.
She slowly climbed atop him, her legs still quivering, and didn't even bother with foreplay. She leaned forward, and he scooted down in the seat and lined himself up with her.
"Okay, Hermione," he said, gently grabbing her hips. "Show us why you're in Gryffindor."
She shivered at his words and closed her eyes. Most of the room was gathered nearby now, watching the new girl initiate herself with uncommon zeal.
He pushed the head of his cock between her messy lips and she sat back, dropping her weight on him and sliding down his length until she took him to the hilt.
"Oh, sweet Merlin," he groaned.
Hermione didn't respond. She raised herself, drawing out half his considerable length, and slid down slowly. She sighed contentedly and wriggled her hips, then rested her hands on his shoulders. He scooted lower in the seat as she pushed herself up and rode him properly. Soon she was panting once more.
Harry watched her in wonder. Was she aware she was putting on such a show? She was almost bouncing on Fred now, rising and falling and plunging the full length of his cock inside her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, completely lost in the moment.
Every penetration was audible. Fred's cock was coated with her arousal and the release of her previous partners. He was sweating, his hands on her hips and a look of intense concentration on his face.
Hermione moaned loudly and rode him with ever increasing fervor.
"Merlin's balls," Harry heard Lavender whisper in awe. "I can't believe it."
"She's a fucking wildcat," someone else said.
Her pace soon proved too much for Fred.
"Hermione—fuck," he panted. "I can't hold out."
"Don't care," she panted, not slowing her pace at all. "Fill me with it."
Fred groaned and came inside her as she continued riding him with abandon. When she raised herself, each spurt visibly rolled down his cock, eliciting more responses and a few giggles from the watchers.
When she felt him grow softer, she slowed down and rocked her hips against him, her eyes still closed.
"Did you finish?" he asked almost hopefully.
"No, but it's okay," she said, her voice blissful. "That felt fantastic."
Dean spoke up from nearby. "I'd be happy to help. If you want."
Hermione turned and opened her eyes, her dilated pupils resting on Dean's huge cock. He was slowly stroking it, unable to resist the lust on display.
She nodded slowly. "Yeah."
Angelina laughed raucously, dispelling the silence. "Dear God. Well, don't just stand there, Dean. Give the girl what she wants."
Fred scooted out from underneath her just as Dean sat down on her other side. She gingerly moved to his lap, Fred's cum dripping out of her and onto him. He didn't seem to care.
Dean lined himself up with her and looked into her eyes. "You sure, Hermione? I'm kinda big, and you're kinda not."
She nodded as he gently rubbed his huge purple crown against her, instantly coating it with a sticky mess. "I'm sure."
She pushed down and it slipped inside her. "Oh, Jesus," she moaned, closing her eyes again.
There were several big cocks in the room, but none like Dean's. It was long and thick, easily ten inches with monstrous girth. Gravity almost pulled it toward the floor even when he was hard. Not all of the girls could handle him.
She moved her hips slowly, taking a little more of him each time she rocked. She pushed down gently, taking her time, until she had taken all but two inches of him. Everyone watching could see her pussy lips stretched to their limit around his girth. She stopped moving, savoring the feeling of being so full.
"Good god, you're tight, Hermione," Dean said, his hands kneading her breasts tenderly.
"Not anymore," someone quipped, causing a round of laughter.
The entire room now watched as she adjusted to Dean's dimensions and began moving. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up, each time releasing a little more of him before dropping her weight.
Her thrusts became more confident. He was thickly lubricated now, but he stretched her so completely that every penetration produced a low, guttural moan. She seemed oblivious to her onlookers and the noises she made.
"Merlin, look at that," Parvati said.
"She is such a whore," Lavender said gleefully. "I love it."
Harry had begun unconsciously stroking himself the moment Dean penetrated her. He was as lost in what Hermione was doing as she was. He had never imagined watching his bookish best friend moan like a whore and ride a monstrous cock in front of a whole room.
Katie Bell moved next to him and glanced down. "Like what you see, Harry?"
"Hell, yes."
"I'll take care of that if you want," she said, brushing his hand aside to replace it with her own.
She slowly stroked him, massaging his crown with her thumb.
They both watched as Dean's cock plunged Hermione's depths. She couldn't take his entire length, but she was so wet she could somehow accommodate his girth. Her moans and pants filled the room. Several of the guys watching were masturbating now, clearly enjoying the show.
Katie snickered. "I told you you'd enjoy this place. Aren't you glad you joined?"
Harry nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from Hermione. "Yeah, I am. Thank you."
She squeezed his cock affectionately. "You're welcome. You like seeing her like that, don't you?"
"I love it."
"Dirty boy. She's gagging for it, isn't she? I can't believe it."
Hermione let out a particularly loud moan and Harry almost came in her hand. She stopped stroking, aware that he was at the very edge.
She leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Wanna go round to the other side, so you can see her face?"
"God, yes."
She led him around the gathered people to the other side of the couch. Harry almost lost it the moment he saw her face. Her eyes were closed tightly, almost in pain, and sweat beaded on her forehead. Her breathing was out of control. But each thrust deepened the look of transport on her face.
"Oh, fuck," she whimpered. Hearing such vulgarity from her almost undid him.
Katie could tell he was about to burst and grinned wickedly. She leaned down and whispered in Hermione's ear. "You're driving Harry wild, girl. Do you want him to cum on you?"
"Anything," she gasped, beyond all caring or rational thought. "Anything he wants."
She smiled and turned to Harry, then whispered in his ear. "She wants you to cum in her face. Will you do that for her?"
"Oh, Merlin," he breathed.
She pulled him directly in front of Hermione and stroked his cock gleefully. It took only a moment for her to overpower his control. He grunted, and thick white ropes of cum burst from deep within him, one after the other, until they coated her nose and lips and forehead and cheeks, then dripped down her face onto her chest.
"Holy shit," Katie said, then giggled. Someone else laughed hysterically.
He stared in awe at Hermione's cum-covered face. He wasn't even certain she noticed, but it was a sight he would never forget.
"Keep your eyes closed, Hermione!" Parvati said loudly.
A moment later another stripe of cum splashed against her face, then another and another. Martigan and Ogden had moved to either side of her and both were unloading into her face and hair.
Lavender laughed with delight at the absolute mess they were making of her.
Hermione didn't seem to notice or care. She was riding Dean feverishly now, moaning and gasping for air. She grimaced and then wailed as her whole body shook around his frame, not aware of anything but the orgasm that seemed to turn her inside out.
Dean grunted and released inside her just as another thick load splashed against her face.
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Hermione lay on her back, taking small breaths and staring at the ceiling. Angelina gently wiped some of the cum from her face, trying to protect her eyes and nose. The crowd had mostly dispersed, leaving her some privacy to get cleaned up and come down from the high she had obviously experienced.
She slowly blinked her way back to awareness. The last hour of the evening was almost a haze to her: one long moment of pleasure punctuated by short bursts of ecstasy. She had never imagined such a feeling existed. It had overpowered her mind and turned her body into nothing but a conduit for pleasure. There was still a warm ache in her belly that was somehow, inconceivably, not yet satisfied.
But her body was done. Only now could she feel how tired and sore and filthy she was. Only now was she aware of just how many people had fucked her tonight, and how many people had watched her.
Angelina grinned and held up a little jar in her face. "Murtlap, for your sore little puss. It's best to put it on before it starts hurting. You want my help?"
Hermione just nodded, still in a daze. Angelina shook her head as she gently rubbed the cream along her swollen clit and the soaked lips below. A pair of fingers slipped inside her, coating her sticky walls with the healing balm.
Angelina leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Good god, girl, I'm impressed. A gang-up on your first night. That was an auspicious debut."
She winced, her mind registering the connotations of the word 'gang-up.' As the haze slowly lifted from her mind, her behavior from the night came back to her, moment by moment, thrust by thrust.
Her face turned scarlet and morphed into disbelief. "Did—did that just happen?"
"Yes, it did."
"I can't believe I did that," she said, horror creeping into her voice.
"I can't believe you did either. I'm going to lose my title if I don't watch out."
"Title?"
Angelina nuzzled her ear with her nose. "Biggest broomstick in Gryffindor."
She laughed at the look on Hermione's face.