Chapter 64 - Lucky Hunting IV

Ron groaned as he felt her hands massaging his bulge. His erection was at full mast, straining the material of his pants.

"I guess the answer is a yes." Slowly, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down with the underpants, letting out the girthy beast she truly wanted to see. Her eyes lit up at his sheer size, salivating in wonder.

"Ooh… The rumors were true."

Ron stayed there, his knees dangling off the edge of the bed, hands brushing his face vigorously as if trying to sober up. But then, he suddenly felt the wet, slippery softness of her tongue against his cockhead.

"Ghh…" All his thoughts of resting went out the window. He sat up, looking at the dark blond head between his legs.

"Umm… so big…" Drunken, flustered, Penelope muttered, licking her lips as she held his cock with both hands. She took a long wide swipe with her pink tongue, painting his rigid shaft with her saliva, from base to tip.

Ron shivered, feeling his tender skin toyed with by her tongue. Having downed a lot of Firewhiskey, his sensitivity was at its peak.

With a smirk, Penelope parted her plump pink lips, her tongue coming out to welcome his cock. Ron felt the warmth of her mouth engulf him, wrapping him up in the wet, slick massages of her tongue.

"Oh," he groaned a little, unable to hold himself back from holding her head. The feeling was heavenly as her tongue swirled around his cock. Her strokes went up and down as her head started to bob along his shaft.

Her sucking motion caressed his very being, as her throat contracted, greedy for his spill.

"Fuck… you're too good at this."

"Um-hmm," Penelope merely hummed a response. Her head kept busy pleasuring him, but her hands moved all over his chest, pulling at his buttons and gesturing for him to take them off.

Ron didn't care anymore, taking off all of his upper garments in quick succession. He was drowning in bliss, wanting to fuck her as soon as possible. Her throat was amazingly hot, but he craved her cunt.

Ghk ghk ghk..!

Her head moved faster and faster as Ron sunk his finger into her sweaty blond hair. Her hands caressed his chest, sometimes brushing her thumb over his bare nipple. Ron could almost see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Every time his cock struck the back of her throat, a bolt of electricity ran up his spine.

He couldn't help but tug at her hair, wanting more and more, deeper and deeper.

This Hogwarts senior, the kind he thought he would never dream of touching or even talking to, was now pleasuring him with her proud mouth. He was on cloud nine, almost jumping over the edge.

No, not this way. If you want it, then take all of it! Ron's primal instinct took over.

He grabbed both her hands and quickly pulled her up to stand between his legs. Penelope was slightly surprised, but then she felt Ron turn her body. In one big, quick motion, he flipped her knee-length skirt up, pulled her blue panties down, and sat her back down on his lap.

"Ahhh!" Penelope cried out in pain mixed with pleasure.

His cockhead recklessly penetrated her soaking wet pussy, diving deep into her as her weight pushed down. She had to pause for a moment, letting her nectar coat him thoroughly, slowly getting used to his size, stretching out her petals to the fullest.

"Oh... God… Ron… Fuck!" She panted, her tone annoyed and blissful. She leaned back on his chest, feeling his hot breath on her neck. He was bigger than any before, and it stretched her to lengths she never knew.

"You said..." Ron started as he lifted her left leg and placed it over his left knee, "You wanted to know." He lifted the other and placed it over the right. "Time to find out… To your heart's content."

He widened his legs, effectively widening hers too, allowing her throbbing slit to feel the chill of the air, while it suckled on his cock. Ron's hands kept busy, unbuttoning her shirt one by one.

As her front now lay open, Penelope felt Ron's hands slowly diving under her bra from below. He pulled it up to her upper chest and finally found the quivering flesh he was looking for. His fingers kneaded her exposed swells with tight grips, pinching her nipples and letting them poke out between his fingers.

"Oohh... Yes! Feel s-so good."

"Not yet," Ron grimaced, feeling her pussy contract every time he pinched her sensitive peaks.

With both hands under her breasts, Ron pushed her body up and dropped her back on his lap. His straining shaft slid in and out of her dripping pussy, thrusting up with every jump from her lithe body.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Penelope couldn't help but yelp every time he went in deep. She wiggled, leaning back on his chest, letting him move her like a toy for pleasure. Up and down, she rode the waves of delight. The way her pussy was exposed to the air while being fucked like this made her words even more wild and erratic.

"Yes! Yes!! Ahh!! Ron… fuck me… use me… take MEE-ehhh!"

Ron didn't want to hold back anymore, the way she asked for it was too much. He grabbed both her legs from below, letting her knees rest on his palms while he lifted her body up against his chest. He thrust up with force, fucking her like a fuckdoll in his arms.

"Oooh Fuck me! Please fuck me! Harder! Yessss~" Penelope moaned as she kneaded her breasts, pinching and tugging, looking for that last bit of bliss in that drunken ecstasy.

"Aaah!!!" With one last heavenly moan, the floodgates shattered. She came with an explosion of euphoria, squirting out more than just sticky, clear honey. Her nectar came out like a fountain of life, staining the floor in front of them. Her walls kept throbbing, tightening around Ron's unyielding cock.

Ron felt too good to notice her withering body, striking her deep until he felt her cervix, so tight and stifling that he wanted to bury his cock in her cave of wonders. Thrust after thrust, strike after strike, her pussy abused until it flushed red.

"Oh fuck.. Fuc–ck!" Penelope grimaced once more, her body out of her control as her muscles knotted up once again. She didn't know this could happen. The sheer passion engulfed her a second time. The mythical multiple orgasm taking her to new heights.

Once again her essence flowed, a stream flooding the patch of floor in front of them.

Then it finally came, Ron could feel the stifling sensation on his balls. His cock throbbing with a frenzy. He could feel his blood already gathering in one spot, just a little more and he could burst.

But not wanting to make any more dumb mistakes, Ron quickly placed Penelope down on the floor and stood up in front of her.

"Mouth!" Ron ordered, uncaring as he had to be quick.

Penelope opened her glossy lips, sticking her tongue out as she sat there on her knees like a creature made to only pleasure.

Ron stroked his cock and placed the tip of his swollen head in her mouth. The moment he felt her lips seal around his girth, he instantly plunged into that ethereal bliss. Pulsating waves of pleasure took over as he filled her mouth with his creamy batter.

Penelope sputtered a little, letting some white strands drip from her lips to her exposed breasts, painting her sweaty body with his virile seeds. Her cheeks bulged a little but then came back down as she gulped, swallowing everything in her mouth while his calming thrusts stopped.

She gasped, comforted, satisfied, and still a bit muddled. "Yes... so big... so good... soo much more than Percy..."

"What the fuck?!" Ron frowned, his eyes shot open. Wait, she's dating Percy?

Ron hurried a step back, thoroughly exhausted as he dropped himself on the bed. A thousand thoughts circled in his head.

"That fool... that nerd... why couldn't he be like you?" Penelope annoyedly muttered as she stood up from the floor and got down on the bed beside him, still panting.

"…"

If I wasn't this lucky, I don't think I could even be like me. Ron thought to himself. Fuck! I messed up. Percy can't know!

"...Thank you… Ron…" Penelope mumbled as she closed her eyes, gently drifting off to sleep, thoroughly pleased, sexually and mentally.

But Ron couldn't shake off the feeling of self-hatred, and a little guilt towards his uptight brother; But then again, he didn't know they were dating, and it was Penelope who initiated it. So, he decided to let this one night stay a one-night thing and act like it never happened.

Alert, he waited for her breathing to turn even, really falling into deep sleep. When she finally did, he quickly put on his clothes, and sneaked away, leaving a note behind.

Thank you for the amazing time, Penelope. Let's not ever talk about this again. Nothing happened last night. Percy doesn't need to know.

When the sun came up, Penelope woke up. Dazed and confused, she felt her body sore all over, as if she was crumpled up like a piece of paper. But she still remembered last night, and looked around and found the note Ron had left behind.

"This idiot!" As she read it, she scratched her head embarrassingly. "What's the big deal? I haven't dated Percy since Hogwarts... Humph! Weasleys... all of them, so ungentlemanly."

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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I fucked my brother's girlfriend!

Head clasped between his palms, he sat outside Moody's office waiting to be called, the dead body of Fenrir still in his possession in the bag.

His one leg rocked up and down non-stop, nervous and disgusted with himself.

Why am I so damn horny all the time? Bloody hell! Ron cursed himself and gazed at his loins. Should I just… cut it—Fuck no! Fuck!

"Ron?"

Ron looked up abruptly, and his heart sank.

"P-Percy? W-What're you doing here?"

"I work here."

Merlin's tits! Why did I come here?!

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