Corsets

Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes was not the usual establishment Pansy frequented. She'd been intrigued a few months back, however, when she'd passed the storefront in Hogsmeade and read of the expansion notice going on at both locations. What had they meant about "Coming Soon: Weasleys' Wowzers?"

The Weasley men had always held a certain fascination. The ginger hair notwithstanding, their broad shoulders, big brown eyes and hands as big as shovels were the subjects of many of her fantasies while at Hogwarts. Oh, she had played Draco's girlfriend while in school, and why shouldn't she have? Being on Draco's arm kept her safe from the usual tactics Slytherin boys employed, and Draco never made demands on her time or her body, for which she'd been grateful.

But that didn't mean she hadn't been sexually frustrated when attending Hogwarts. While other girls were sneaking off to deserted corridors and amongst the shadowy stacks in the massive library at Hogwarts with more than willing paramours, she'd been left alone while Draco daydreamed and wanked off to Harry-fucking-Potter.

Pansy had been bored and popped out for an afternoon of shopping when she found out exactly what was meant by "Weasleys' Wowzers."

It was a well-known fact that pureblood Wizards do not wear underwear. Witches, however, did wear lacy undergarments, and Pansy Parkinson was a connoisseur. When she entered the Weasleys' Diagon Alley boutique, she found the store had been expanded considerably; the new section was now filled with lace and satin, tulle and leather, silk and silver studs. As she slowly wandered the displays, she delicately ran her fingertips over the bras and thongs, boyshorts and g-strings. Pansy particularly liked the corsets and suspenders. The corsets on display were simply exquisite. A delicate pink and white satin with boning, a burgundy and velvet brocade with suspenders, a black moiré with silver thread and oh, look, leather and red tulle. Pansy had stepped into heaven.

"May we help you, Ms. Parkinson?"

That voice, Pansy thought. She wasn't sure to which twin it belonged, but that low tone, respectful and quiet, set off flutters deep in her belly. Catching a green silk thong with her pinky finger, she turned to face the man standing quietly behind her. She stopped short, the bit of green silk floating to the floor. She feasted her eyes on not one, but both owners of the establishment. It hardly mattered that she didn't know which wizard was George and which was Fred. They were standing before her, dressed in dark gray wool trousers and black silk shirts, respectfully buttoned but with their throats exposed. Walking sin, Pansy thought nervously, and my favorite fantasy.

"This is your first visit to Weasleys'; feel free to browse to your heart's content," George said smoothly, while Fred fluttered his fingers, and the scrap of green silk reestablished itself on the shelf. Pansy felt slightly guilty for the mistreatment of such a beautiful garment, but before she could say anything, Fred quirked his mouth and said, "No matter, Ms. Parkinson. No harm," as if he knew she had been about to utter a quick apology.

Pansy stood, silently looking around the store as a child does at Honeydukes, unsure of where to start, but trembling with excitement, nonetheless. She brought her eyes to the twins once more. Tilting her head slightly, she asked, "How do you know this is my first visit?"

The men laughed. "Because," said one, "you've That Look."

"That look?" Pansy repeated, not quite understanding their meaning.

"That particular look that says you've just experienced a shopper's orgasm and are planning now for a real one," the other said, smirking slightly as he absently pushed hangers filled with push-up bras in every color back and forth along a shiny silver rack.

Pansy grinned. "You've an amazing selection. Quite impressive, I must say. Your corsets are especially appealing." She was trying to gauge their reactions. After all, they had a very busy shop, noticing the dozen or so women wandering the racks much as she had. Looking as they do, the men must be approached daily, if not hourly, by women looking for 'the real one."

Was she really thinking of this? Was she just excited by the lovely merchandise and letting her fantasies take hold, or was it that, coming from the Alumni Meeting this morning at Hogwarts, she was reminded, yet again, of how empty her life had become since leaving school? This morning, she had been perfectly happy and content with her life – she had her charities and her volunteer work, she had her menagerie of pets and her lovely manor home. She had parties and friends and social engagements. But something was missing, a big something that she had been trying to fill, and had been filling, until she walked into this shop and was reminded of what she didn't have. Physical contact.

Pansy scoffed at the notion of love; she hadn't been raised with it, had never known it, therefore she placed no value on the elusive emotion. But human contact – she had been denying herself for too long. Now, as she measured the two perfect, identical men leaning casually amongst the rows and rows of flouncy, frilly, exotic and sexy garments, she was forcefully reminded of all that was missing.

Fred moved first. Standing obscenely close, he reached behind her to grab a leather and tulle corset. He backed away slowly, holding aloft the sexy piece of lingerie, and crooked his finger for her to follow. She slowly stepped forward to trace his steps. George was at her side, his hand resting gently at the base of her spine, guiding her through the displays.

Fred had reached the back wall, far from the registers. Down the length of the wall were doors that opened to private dressing rooms to try on the garments. Between the doors were mirrors. Pansy thought this odd, mirrors on the walls outside of the dressing rooms.

Fred stopped slightly aside the last door on the right, far from view of their other customers. He stood alongside Pansy and held the corset in front of her. In the mirror, Pansy saw herself wearing the corset! She gasped and made to cover herself. Fred and George laughed.

"These are special mirrors, Ms. Parkinson, installed to our exact specifications," George explained quietly.

"Oftentimes a witch tries on lingerie, only to find it doesn't look on her the way it does on the hanger," Fred interrupted.

George countered, "So to reduce the damage to our merchandise, we invented these mirrors so that a witch would be able to see what something will look like on her, without having to don the item itself."

"Of course," Fred finished, "she will still have to try it on, to check for fit and comfort."

Pansy slowly dropped her hands, staring at her image in the mirror. She saw the two men in the mirror alongside her, both fully clothed. She immediately assumed that since she couldn't see them in their underwear, they couldn't see her. Just as fast as the thought entered her head, she discounted it. She knew enough of their reputation from school not to make any immediate assumptions.

Pansy struck a pose, and both men shifted, slight grimaces appearing on their handsome faces. She raised her eyebrows.

"Can you see what I look like in this corset?" she inquired. "Since you appear fully clothed, I'm going to assume that you either aren't wearing any," Pansy paused and batted her eyes wickedly, "or you've charmed your garments."

The two men smiled, slowly and perfectly in sync. The three stood in front of the mirror, attempting to read the fission of tension surrounding them. Pansy reached for the dressing room door latch.

"Perhaps I'll try this on," Pansy decided, having snatched the corset from Fred's limp fingers. She paused for a moment in the open doorway, looking at the men standing in front of her, their hands in their front pockets. She felt her mouth curve. She swung the hanger on her finger. "I might need help with the ties, though."

Fred and George shouldered their way into the dressing room, causing Pansy to quickly back up, out of the way. With another flutter of Fred's fingers, Pansy heard the door latch. George made a near-identical movement, and she felt wards rise. In that moment, Pansy felt all powerful. These two strong, broad-shouldered men were going to give her exactly what she needed.

With a flutter of her own, Pansy stood naked except for her pink silk thong and high-heeled sandals. Her breasts were the size of oranges, with pink tipped nipples already hardening into small pebbles.

George took a deep, shuddering breath and removed the black leather corset from its hanger. Fred stepped around Pansy to press against her back. He lowered his head to gently nip at the curve of her neck before slowly kissing his way to her shoulder. George pressed the front of the corset into Pansy's soft flesh, cupping her breasts under supple leather then running his palms along her ribs, smoothing the leather and stretching it along her ribcage to her back. He gazed for a long moment into Pansy's eyes, asking for and receiving permission to continue. He lowered his head and captured her mouth in a fiery kiss. Fred caught the ends of the corset and began lacing, tugging and tightening. More than once Pansy lost her breath, but she was uncertain if it was from the tightening of the lacings or George's kisses.

Pansy raised her arms to wrap them around George's neck, pressing her body into the man in front of her, thus elongating her body so that Fred could close the corset a bit further. Expertly, Fred finished her work. Grabbing Pansy gently by the shoulders, he pulled her from George's arms and turned her. Standing now facing another mirror, Fred smoothed his hands down Pansy's ribs, smoothing the leather a final time, then fluffing the tulle that rested on the tops of her thighs.

Fred transfigured her sandals into black leather boots that rested at the top of her knees. Pansy felt powerful and weak in that moment. She leaned into Fred's back, reaching behind her and placing her hands on his arse, pulling him closer to grind her bottom into his swelling cock.

No words were needed. Like a choreographed dance, Pansy floated from Fred to George and back again. While Fred pressed his hard length into her soft flesh, Pansy held out her arms, beckoning George. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled him down for another kiss, and it was then that she took charge. She nipped at his lips, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and gently tugged before slipping it between her lips and sucking it gently into her mouth.

Fred arched his hips into Pansy's arse, thrusting softly, and desire flooded her pussy. She had been too long without a man, and she now, suddenly, had two.

"You have too many clothes on," Pansy whispered into George's mouth. She lifted her mouth from George as he slowly backed up, his eyes never leaving her face as he began to unbutton his shirt. She leaned over slightly, sticking her arse once more into Fred's cock and began rubbing him through his trousers.

She looked over her shoulder. "You too, Fred."

She stood and watched as these two men began undressing for her. They had decided to not use magic, and for that she was grateful. She feasted her eyes on the mounds of flesh as it was uncovered before her. Hairless, pale chests, broad and muscular, gleamed before her under the soft lights. Their navels were shallow indents farther down. They stood in open shirts, pulled out of their trousers that sat low on their lean hips. Pansy felt herself begin to drool. When the men reached for their belt buckles, Pansy was almost overwhelmed. One would have been enough, but to have two of the finest male specimens ever to cross her path, she felt her legs begin to tremble with the force of her need.

Fred and George toed off their Italian leather shoes and unbuttoned their trousers, then stood still. They could feel Pansy become slightly overwhelmed, and they knew to take their time. Not to progress any more than she was ready for.

Fred stepped in front of her. "I want to taste your mouth, love." She lifted her chin and met him halfway as he claimed her mouth. His kiss was different than his brother's. While George let her take the lead, Fred's kiss was eager and passionate. He wanted to taste every inch of her mouth. Theirs was a tangle of tongues and lips, heads twisting and hands clutching.

George looked on, his hand finding its way down to his cock, slowly rubbing himself through the soft wool as he saw the most gorgeous creature in his brother's arms. Unable to stand back any longer, he slowly approached the pair, kneeling down behind Pansy, running his hands down her back as he lowered himself until his mouth was in the small of her back. He licked at her back through the laces of the corset, and Pansy, in a gasp, arched her back; in doing so, she thrust her breasts into Fred's chest. Fred lowered his mouth to her chin, nipping and licking Pansy's tender flesh as his mouth sought out the creamy flesh so enticingly on display above the corset.

With Fred's mouth on her breasts, giving each in turn wide, open-mouth kisses, George was tonguing his way down her back to the smooth globes of her heart-shaped bottom. He softly kneaded her flesh, squeezing and pulling as he licked her heated flesh. Then, George was on his knees, as well. Pansy felt she would topple under the waves of sensations the two Weasley men were creating. Placing and hand on each man's shoulders, she let her head fall back as both men continued to kiss and taste her heated skin.

Her thong was gone, where she knew not. She looked down as she felt mouths on her legs and discovered Fred and George were licking her thighs, making their way down to her boots, where they continued to lick and kiss the patent leather. Pansy felt her pussy drip its sweet nectar. The men were on their knees, kissing her boots, and she was so overcome that a long moan escaped her throat.

"Take the boots off," Pansy gasped, and each man quickly did as she asked. She had lost her breath, only able to take short, gasping breaths and the men made their way back up her legs, one from the front and the other from the back. Fred reached her pussy first. He brushed his nose through the small patch of hair. He inhaled deeply, reveling in the scent of the witch's desire. George was licking the tender area where leg met the lovely curves of her bottom, and another shot of desire speared her. As if synchronized, both men licked her. Fred lapped at her plump folds before reached up with his fingers to gently spread her pussy to lap at her clit. Pansy shuddered from the overpowering sensations. George, behind her, licked at her pussy, his tongue delving into her, coating his tongue with her essence. His tongue slowly made his way to her small brown hole, delicately lapping at the over-sensitized flesh.

Pansy had her hands in the men's hair, guiding their heads and mouths, rocking her hips back and forth into their mouths. Suddenly, two pair of strong hands were holding her hips still, and the frenzy began. Fred's mouth latched onto her clit as his two fingers slowly entered her pussy, unerringly finding that small bundle of nerves, making her twitch and gasp. As Pansy began to rock on those fingers, another finger slowly slipped past the tight ring of her arse and into her tight channel. She screamed then, long and loud and her orgasm broke over her in waves. She rode those fingers invading her body, the tongues and mouths never ceasing in the ministrations, quaking and shuddering beneath their assault.

Slowly the men eased their torment of Pansy's overheated flesh. They stood and pressed her quivering body between them, holding her, cradling her in their heat. A small chaise sat along the far wall. Fred Summoned and enlarged it then George carried Pansy and laid her down on the crushed velvet. With a silent charm, Pansy vanished Fred and George's trousers. Neither man was wearing underwear, and she smirked. She beckoned them to her. They moved to stand on either side of her, their hard, glistening cocks straining and proud. Pansy reached for them, pulling them closer then placed a kiss on each cock, in turn.

The men stared down in wonder then exchanged an amazed look. Both of them? they said to themselves. Pansy was lost in her fantasies. In her deepest, darkest fantasy, these two men bound to her, enslaved to do her bidding and made to carry out her every desire.

Their thick lengths were identical in every way, save for the small freckle on the head of Fred's cock. It didn't take long for the men to start moaning and thrusting themselves into Pansy's small, clenched hands and hot, wet mouth. She mouthed and sucked and licked each in turn, like lollies. Soon, the hot flesh in her hands wasn't enough. She wanted more. She stood and eyed the two men with hot, eager eyes.

Fred and George were ready to fulfill every fantasy that entered Pansy's dirty, little mind. George sat, reclined against the back of the chaise, and pulled Pansy on top of him. She kissed him wildly, and he responded in kind. She straddled his thighs and reached down between them to grasp his hot flesh, guiding him into her. She lowered herself slowly, her hands on his chest for control. Her eyes left his and traveled to Fred, still standing by her side. He was slowly fisting himself, his breath shallow, his eyes wide and hot with desire. She took him in her mouth once more, sucking gently and she began rocking on George's length. Soon, she was ready for more. Lifting her mouth from the turgid flesh, she said, "Inside."

Just one word, and it rocked Fred. His eyes once again met George's, and the twins smiled.

Pansy lay down on George's chest and spread her thighs wide. George grasped Pansy's hips to hold her still and began thrusting hard and fast. Pansy squealed, gasping once more and another fiery wave of desire washed over her. "Fred," she moaned into George's chest.

Fred took a deep breath, knelt on the chaise behind Pansy and slowly rubbed his cock between the hot sweet globes of Pansy's arse. He whispered a charm, and his heated flesh became slick with lubrication. He put his hand on Pansy's back, and leaning over, he asked, panting, "Are you ready, love?"

"Yes!" Pansy chirped, then laughed nervously.

George buried himself within Pansy's tight quim then held still and he felt his twin work himself into Pansy's tight flesh. Pansy gasped and Fred and George both let out long, drawn-out moans and the three felt Fred sink into Pansy's soft body. They held still for a moment, allowing Pansy to become accustomed to the intoxicating feeling of being completely, and finally, satisfied. Pansy slowly began working her body along the two hard members inside her.

George moved finally, sliding along the clenching walls of Pansy's pussy, and all three gasped as one. As if by some unspoken agreement, it was Fred's turn to move, to surge slowly and steadily into the incredibly hot, gripping channel, slick with desire. Finally, when they could no longer stand not moving, they moved to another choreographed dance. They found their rhythm, and the music was the grunts and moans and squeals of delight that filled the air in the dressing room, the sound of slick bodies moving in and out of one another, the soft slapping of skin against sweat-dampened skin. Fingers pressed into flesh, hands gripped muscles, and the three that came together became one, lost in fantasies suddenly becoming real.

Pansy's orgasm rolled over her in crashing waves, causing her muscles to quiver and her pussy to twitch and spasm. She felt George come, his hot seed filling her, making her thighs slick as the fluid escaped with each continued thrust. Fred had stilled inside Pansy when he felt each reach their climax. Now, as each lay still, spent and replete, he began working himself in and out of Pansy's body with long, hard thrusts. Pansy grunted, unprepared for the force of Fred's hips crashing into her bottom. George held her tight, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh where neck and shoulder met. And with a roar, Fred came, his hot mess shooting into Pansy's tender flesh, scalding her and making her moan.

For long moments no one spoke. They rested on each other, flesh against flesh, hot panting breaths on skin, cooling the sweaty flesh. Pansy shift, trying to find some comfortable spot where she could fall asleep, for she wanted to stay in the arms of these two men.

But there was a knocking on the door. An insistent knocking that soon became pounding.

"Pansy, come on, wake up, your time's up!" a familiar voice shouted from the other side of the door.

Pansy opened her eyes and sat up slowly, dazedly looking around her. In her hand she clutched a piece of parchment. No, a wrapper. "Weasleys' Patented Daydream Charm."

Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck, Pansy muttered to herself as she stood and straightened her clothing. It had been a dream. Again. Her fourth in as many weeks. She was thankful the Weasleys had added on the Daydream Chambers, as they called them, to their joke shop in Diagon Alley. She could pop in over lunch and enjoy a good daydream before returning to her horrific job at Gringotts.

She opened the door to find George's fist raised, ready to pound on the door again. Instead of slipping out, she stood still, letting her eyes wash over the wizard's slightly unkempt appearance. She squinted her eyes slightly.

No use, she thought to herself as she walked into the street a few moments later, they'll never be as good as the dream.

Inside the shop, Fred and George laughed.

A/N: A special thank you to my lovely beta, Dynonugget! I've missed you :)