Ginny moaned softly as she slowly blinked her eyes open and reached out with her hand. She frowned when she couldn't feel Harry beside her. The mornings were one of the rare times that they just cuddled in bed after their sex life went off the rails.
It wasn't uncommon for her to wonder why the hell she was agreed to let Harry ever fuck her mum, of all people, but then she immediately remembered how it made her wet. Ginny shuddered, the sexual deviancy in the Weasley family was too strong. It was apparently strong enough that they had all found the perfect life partners for their needs.
She took a moment to realize that today was Wednesday. Hermione's day.
After Ginny had arrived home one night months ago to find Harry balls deep inside Fleur with a river of cum dripping down the Veela's perfect arse and staining the couch, she put her foot down. Their home life was going to be theirs… mostly.
She didn't was to deprive Harry of the pleasure of fucking his whores… or deprive herself of that the sight of her to-be-husband plowing other witches. So she gave each of them one day a week when they could use Potter Manor for their fun.
Ginny had Harry to herself for four days, and the rest was left to Hermione, Fleur, and her mum. She pointedly ignored the fact that she enjoyed the days with the other witches much more than the four days she had Harry to herself, not that she didn't enjoy that too, just not as much.
She sat up and swung her legs off the side of her bed before standing, straightening her silky blue nightie, grimacing at the rips left over when Harry had been a little too rough. Still, it surprised her that she had anything left to put back on after she was done… and that she had the strength to do so.
Ginny shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair, freezing when she heard faint moans outside the bedroom. Hermione seemed to be having some fun already.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked good. Like she had just woken up after a good fuck, which was the truth.
Ginny wouldn't feel self-conscious in front of Hermione. Neither Harry nor Hermione did anything to make her feel that way. It was more the result of the brunette's pregnancy being much more visible.
Everyone might be pretending like it was Ron's baby making Hermione's stomach grow, but everyone also knew the truth. Harry said he was excited to be the cool uncle, but she could see the change in how he treated Hermione.
Even if he hadn't, Hermione herself complained to her about how careful Harry now was during sex, even with magic available to ensure safety if needed. It made Ginny feel jealous and start to think about having a baby of her own.
Hermione shrieked, making Ginny raise an eyebrow in curiosity. It had been a while since the brunette had been that loud.
She left the bedroom and walked in the direction of the whorish moans, the kitchen.
"Hey, Gin."
Ginny smirked at Harry's casual greeting. He was seated at the breakfast table, helping Hermione bounce on his lap with surprising roughness.
"Good morning, Harry," Ginny stared at Hermione's fuck-drunk expression, feeling herself getting wet. "Rougher than usual today."
"Yeah," Harry grunted and slammed Hermione down, her arse smacking loudly onto his thighs, "She was asking for it."
He was cumming. Ginny knew that face. And so was Hermione, her mouth had dropped open slightly and she let out weak whimpers.
Before Hermione's orgasm was finished, Harry was bouncing her on his cock again. Ginny wondered what made him change his mind about being careful today.
Hermione was visibly showing in this stage of pregnancy even when covered with clothes, but especially so when she was completely nude. Harry had one arm gently around the bulging stomach. However, it was obvious that the true protection was the magic cast to protect the baby.
He was overly careful today. Maybe that's why he was fucking Hermione like he used to.
"Oh, please! Harry! Fuck!"
Ginny giggled at Hermione. "Did you already eat, Harry?"
"Not yet," Harry grunted into Hermione's neck and pushed his hips up, making the brunette squeal before shuddering, "You mind making something for me, love?"
"Sure, give me a few minutes," Ginny agreed, preparing to make some scrambled eggs. Something quick so she would get back and enjoy Hermione getting railed. Besides, the more Harry was fed, the longer he could go… probably. That's how it seemed to her, at least.
The gap between herself and Harry while she made breakfast once again reminded her how strange this whole thing was. Ginny wondered when even this last remnant of oddness would disappear and if all this would be normal for her. The sight of her wizard easily dominating witches who were powerful, beautiful, and demeaning did things to Ginny she would never tire of.
Sometimes, she even wanted to bring that pureblood slut, Astoria, into the manor so she could witness Harry fuck the superiority right out of her.
"HARRY!"
Hermione's orgasmic wail brought Ginny out of her thoughts, finding herself shaking in desire as her cunt practically dripped, and her nipples were poking out of her nightie.
She plated the scrambled eggs and went back to the breakfast table to see Harry claiming Hermione's mouth as he cupped her swollen breasts.
Ginny put the plate down and sat next to Harry, frowning at the odd way he was sitting. The chair was pressed as close to the table as possible with Hermione sitting on his lap, and he was slumping quite a bit. It looked uncomfortable.
However, she immediately forgot about that when she saw that Harry was in Hermione's arse.
***
Harry cupped Hermione's tit, feeling its weight in his palm as he pounded his cock into her arse with a force that was unlike him since the day he impregnated her. It had been a long time coming.
Seeing his best friend walking around, knowing she was carrying the baby they made together, especially when she started showing, raised his lust to levels that honestly scared him.
All Harry wanted to do was fuck Hermione into a cum-drunk mess and repeat what got her in this state in the first place. But he had been too nervous to, no matter how much he was assured that it would be fine.
It looked like all that was needed to convince him was having his balls worshipped while he was deep in Hermione's arse. That was precisely what was happening now.
Ginny had set aside today to be Hermione's day at Potter Manor, but an extra tagged along for the fun. An extra that was the definition of a MILF, and his fiancee's mum. It seemed that Hermione had gone to complain to her future mother-in-law about Harry's reluctance.
He had Molly a few days ago, and still, his cock throbbed in desire when she walked out of the fireplace. The redhead wore the thinnest of robes, showcasing her massive tits and wide hips, and tiny string tied around her waist to highlight her small waist.
Harry had given Hermione a deep kiss before bending Molly over the breakfast table and pounding her arse red with his frantic thrusts until her pussy was left leaking copious amounts of cum. The slutty witch had taken a moment to recover from the rough fuck before dropping to her knees and slurping on his cock until it was clean.
That led to this point.
Hermione took his cock up her arse, Molly nuzzling her nose into his balls before worshiping him in her wet mouth. Ginny making breakfast for him and sitting next to him, unaware of her mum coaxing his balls to produce more cum to fill Hermione's arse.
"Oh, fuck," Harry moaned weakly when Molly gave a particularly hard suck, tugging at his balls. His reaction was to push his hips up, slamming into Hermione's arse and marking her shriek before slumping against him, shuddering as her cunt sprayed her orgasm right on Molly's face.
Not that it stopped the MILF from her goal of keeping his balls nice and wet in her mouth.
"Look at that," Ginny said in wonder, "What caused the change, Harry? You're using Hermione like you used to at the start."
Harry's eyes fluttered as he settled on the chair, content to let Hermione's arse try to milk his cock while Molly nuzzled his balls. As for Ginny's question, it was her mum being the raging slut that she was meant to be, not that he could say that.
She might be okay with Molly and Hermione, but Harry knew he would have to deal with her annoyed looks and letting them break her rules. As if he could deny the pleasure they offered him.
"Look at her, Gin," Harry said after recovering some of his breath, pinching one of Hermione's nipples. It made the drooling brunette twitch, but nothing more than that as her head lolled on Harry's shoulder. "Hermione needed this more than me. She might have killed me in frustration if I kept treating her like glass."
"Hmm," Ginny smirked, "So you went straight for her arse."
Harry flexed his cock, drawing a weak moan from Hermione before she opened her eyes blearily. "G-Ginny?"
"Glad you're back with us, Hermione," Ginny giggled, "Started a little early today."
"I couldn't wait," Hermione said dreamily.
Harry would have been content to let her take a break, but Molly had gotten impatient. Without the sound of Hermione's arse slamming into his thighs, covering up the slurps and muffled moans of Molly worshipping his balls, she had to be content with tonguing him without much else.
It only took a few seconds for her to decide it wasn't acceptable. Harry's lips twitched when Molly closed her full lips around his balls and started to tug on them lightly by pulling back her head a few millimeters. He knew what would come next, and unless he fucked Hermione hard enough to make her arse bounce and draw screams from the brunette to cover up the sounds, Ginny would find out.
For a brief moment, he considered letting his fiery fiancee find out that her mum was currently slobbering on his balls. There was an equal chance of her joining the fun and kicking the two witches out.
In the end, he didn't want to take the chance. He wanted to dump his load in Hermione's arse before she left.
"Sorry, Gin," Harry levitated Hermione slightly, not enough that his thrust would make it impossible for Molly to keep her mouth on his balls, but enough that he would turn Hermione's arse bright red. "You can talk with Hermione later. She arse is asking for it."
He slammed into her arse, going balls deep, briefly feeling the cold air hitting his spit-covered sack before Molly warmed it up again. He pulled his cock out of Hermione sightly before thrusting back in, making Hermione squeak and clamp her fingers on the edge of the breakfast table.
Eventually, Harry found the perfect amount of cock that he could use to fuck into Hermione's arse without Molly getting pulled off his balls. He thanked the spell he had already put on the breakfast table that observed everything below it, mainly because of Fleur.
The stunning Veela was the type of witch who wanted to feel like she was doing something. Sleeping with her sister-in-law's fiancé wasn't good enough when she had permission, so she got herself going by giving Harry a sloppy blowjob while he ate breakfast with Ginny, who was well aware of what was going on.
It was hard not to when there were choking gags frequently heard whenever Fleur's day arrived.
"He's so good, Gin Gin," Hermione whimpered, "You're the best, you know that?"
"Merlin, Hermione," Ginny rolled her eyes, "Get yourself together."
Harry pounded into Hermione with more punishing thrusts, the sound of her arse getting pounded now the only thing that could be heard.
"I'm going to shower," Ginny stood up, "Eat your eggs after you finish with her, Harry." She gave him a quick kiss before leaving. It would be a cold shower.
Hermione whimpered before a dopey smile appeared on her face. The stuttering moans that escaped her lips got worse before they just sounded like broken squeaks.
The moment Ginny returned to their bedroom, Harry let go of all his restraint. He levitated Hermione higher and stood from his seat, pulling Molly by her hair to keep her mouth surrounding his balls and pounded his lust away into Hermione's arse.
There was no more careful measurement to avoid Ginny's detection. There was no longer a need to use only a fraction of his shaft to fuck Hermione's tight arse. He could go whatever he wanted, which meant making sure Hermione couldn't walk without help.
"HARRYY!"
Harry grunted as he pulled Hermione down into his punishing thrusts, using every inch of his cock to claim her arse for his own. And through it all, Molly was kneeling between his spread legs, bathing his balls in her saliva and occasionally moving up to draw Hermione's clit into her sucking mouth.
That pushed Harry over the edge, along with Hermione. Her arse tightened to levels that should be impossible, squeezing his cock and refusing to let it go without a fight, but that wasn't necessary. He was more than happy to be rooted deep inside Hermione, his balls pulsing in Molly's mouth, and he blew his load deep into her arse.
"Fucking hell," Harry muttered before claiming Hermione's lips, swallowing her weak moans, and exploring her mouth with his tongue. When he felt like his balls had nothing left to give, he slowly pulled out of her arse.
Harry gently levitated Hermione down to the chair he had vacated before turning his attention to Molly. He met her brown eyes, his cum-covered cock laying across the length of her face as she still nursed his spent balls.
He buried both hands into her red hair and pulled her off with a pop, and prodded her full lips with the tip of his flagging cock. Without hesitation, Molly took the tip of his cock into her warm mouth, pushing forward, sucking his shaft as she throated herself until her nose was pressed into his pubes.
Harry shuddered when Molly withdrew just as slowly, the shaft that left her lips clean as can be.
*Pop*
Molly released his cock and swallowed before staring at him with a smile.
Harry loved his life.