One Big Horny Weasley Family- Chapter 02 What’s Good for the Goose

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Chapter 2- What’s Good for the Goose



Ron wasted no time in complying with his wife’s request. It was very rare that she ever asked to be ‘fucked’; and usually it took an unmerciful amount of teasing. He fastened his lips to hers and slid his hand down the back of her shorts. He began to squeeze and drag his nails over her soft flesh. She broke the kiss and nipped at his bottom lip. “I didn’t say grope me. I didn’t say play with me. I said fuck me.”

Without a second thought Ron rolled over and stood up, dropping his shorts to reveal his erection. She raised her hips and Ron yanked the boxers off her. He climbed back on to the bed and set his hand on the small of her back. He situated himself directly behind her and ran his hand once over her dripping pussy. He placed his hands on her ass and spread her legs slightly. Lining himself up, he lunged forward, all the way in on the first stroke. She let out a moan.

She was like a pot of boiling water, burning hot and very wet. Normally she wasn’t even this wet when they got done; he rode it for all it was worth though. He raked his nails up the back of her legs as he slammed into her again. She let out a stifled scream that just encouraged him. Grabbing her hips, he backed out and slammed forward again. He repeated this several times and each time was again rewarded with a loud and satisfying scream

She looked so good down in front of him like this; her head down on a pillow, her back arched and rump high in the air. He couldn’t resist, he brought his hand up and brought it down on her ass with a loud ‘smack’; this coincided with him slamming forward into her again, causing her to back into him. The impact was like a car crash, he could feel his pubic hairs becoming wet and matted with her juices.

As he looked down at the back of her head, it wasn’t hard to imagine the pillow her face was buried in as another woman’s crotch. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Lavender sitting there; her tanned skin and her huge tits exposed. His hand slid up Hermione’s back and wound itself into the hair at the back of her head. He increased the tempo of his thrusts as he used his grip in her hair for leverage.

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Hermione drove back against her lover as he entangled his hand in her mop of wild, brown curls. She knew what he was thinking. As he held her head against the pillow, he was imagining her head buried between another woman’s legs. Around the fireworks that were going off in her head with every punishing thrust, she wondered what it would be like to be in that position. Trying to imagine that her hand was Lavender’s, the only woman’s touch she had ever really known, she slid it down underneath her and began to massage her breast.

Ron’s trip hammer movements were getting faster and she realized that he was getting close. She slid her hand down lower, over her stomach and into her tangle of soft hairs. Her finger brushed over her clit and an electric jolt went through her. It wasn’t terribly difficult for her to imagine it was Lavender’s hand, and having a hand down there rubbing her while her husband was driving her like a runaway jackhammer was doing delicious things to her.

Her hand pushed a little lower and she felt her fingers slide along the length of his moving shaft. Her palm came to rest against her swollen clit and she pushed against it, feeling Ron’s balls smack against her fingers and then move away. She was gripped by a wicked thought as Ron growled out something and an inarticulate cry left her own mouth in response. “Oh, Lavender!” she moaned. It was a risk, she knew, but it seemed to have had the desired effect.

He slammed into her with one last stroke and exploded inside of her. Normally, he would twitch here for a minute or so, then fall limp, and back out of her. This time though, he didn’t even stop, he just kept pounding her relentlessly. “Say it again,” she heard him say in a ragged, gravelly voice.

“Oh Lavender, rub me,” she moaned out as she began rocking her hand back and forth over her clit. Ron began to pick up speed, he was swelling inside her, and she realized that he was still stiff as a board. “Yes, Lav, just like that,” she said in breathy voice. Now his thrusts were coming harder, the sound of slapping skin was very loud in the room.

Ron’s groans were just as loud, and his deep voice saying, “Yeah, get down in there!” told her what he was thinking as he slammed in and out of her.

She was having a hard time splitting her concentration between her own building climax and teasing Ron’s fantasy. When his balls began to slap against her clit with every forward stroke she felt it build faster and faster. She kept moaning Lavender’s name, goading her husband on. Then suddenly she was there, and then over the edge. She screamed out and Ron continued to pound away at her, punishing her box exquisitely.

At some point during her orgasm, although she couldn’t say when, Ron had taken his fingers from her hair and now had both hands on her hips, pulling her hard against him. She would be wonderfully sore tomorrow. Now though, it was time for her to communicate her desire to him. She pulled away from him and reached for her bedside drawer.

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Ron started to protest as she pulled away from him and flopped across the bed. “Lie down,” she said. What he wanted to do was pin her underneath him and really drive her hard, but now was not the time to argue. He still had a raging hard-on and her command to lie down meant one of two things, both of which were good. He stretched out in the middle of the bed.

He looked over when he felt something round and rubbery slap down into his hand. He grinned, knowing what it was: a latex replica of his ‘physical assets’. His work as a trainer for the Cannons sometimes required him to be gone for several days at a time, so he had this made as a joke gift for Hermione for her birthday at the start of the previous season. He was surprised she was able to get it so quickly, because he hadn’t seen it since he had given it to her.

Her knee bumped against his arm, and he looked up to see her hips near his shoulder. Her head was down lower, poised over his skyward pointing penis. She settled her mouth over him, and he groaned. It was so sexy when she did this. They both knew his cock was still coated in her sugary cum, and she began to lick it like a lollipop. He reached over and tried to pull her hips toward his face so that he could reciprocate, but she gave an indignant dip of her hips as she grazed her teeth over his head. He realized that was not what she wanted.

Ron reached down and picked up the dildo off the bed. He hefted it experimentally and rubbed it over her open folds. He felt her agreement vibrate through him. Experimentally, he nudged it against her and watched the tip disappear inside of her. He began to move it up and down, and in circles. She made a couple of small sounds, but nothing earthshaking. Then she leaned back against it and he watched as half of it was swallowed by her cunt. She moaned into his crotch and took about half of his length into her mouth.

Slowly, he pulled it back out and slid it in about halfway again. She moaned and duplicated the movement on his cock. He began to move the replica piece rhythmically in and out of her. She bobbed her head up and down on him. “Faster,” she said in a throaty voice. He began to move the latex object in and out of her faster, each stroke also pushing a little deeper. “Oh yes,” she cried and sank her mouth back down over his cock.

Ron was beginning to understand what she wanted, so he began to push the dildo in and out of her with greater force, letting the heel of his hand push against her pubic bone with every stroke. She was moaning and whimpering into his cock, but she kept up her movement and sucked harder and harder on him. He felt her nails tickle over his sac and rake against his inner legs. He groaned and began to take long sure strokes against her pussy. She was so wet she was beginning to squelch with every stroke. Still she moaned on and on and sucked him harder and deeper.

He knew where this was going now and tried to help it along. He felt his balls tighten up against his body, he was getting close. Based on the tempo of her breathing and the sound of her cries, she wasn’t far behind. Ron angled his thumb so that it would rub roughly over her clit with every stroke of his hand. It worked. She let go of his cock and cried out loud as he rubbed over her. She pushed her mouth back down over him and began a frenzy of sucking and licking.

He couldn’t contain himself much longer. He was about to erupt. He increased the tempo he was stroking her with and within seconds she was screaming into his erection, making his spinal chord vibrate with ecstasy. That was his cue, he shot off into her mouth and she swallowed him in great gulps. Finally, after several long seconds, he fell limp in her mouth and his hand collapsed to the bed. There was movement on the bed that he was vaguely aware of, but he was not inclined to act, as exhaustion was now claiming him for sleep.

He felt her lips on his own and he responded. They weren’t terribly urgent, and the kiss was long and slow. He could taste himself on her tongue, but he didn’t care. As she said to him the first time that she had tasted herself on his lips, “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.” After a little while they broke the kiss and she snuggled down into the hollow of his shoulder. He could feel her breasts against him and her leg draped over his own. She murmured something he didn’t quite hear as she ran her hand into the patch of red fur on his chest. He kissed her forehead and surrendered to sleep.

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Ron was gradually pulled into consciousness by the feel of tongue and teeth on his nipple and the small hand that was stroking his erect cock. He wasn’t sure if she was stroking him to wake him up, or just because he was ‘awake’. Either way, her warm hand felt heavenly. “Mmmmm,” he moaned. He felt the weight on the bed shift and she settled herself over him. He could feel the goofy grin sliding over his face as his eyes half opened to look up and see Hermione looking down at him with a dreamy expression.

“I love it when we have time to wake up like this,” she said in a drowsy voice, “even if it is two in the afternoon.” Ron agreed with her.