Moaning Myrtle's eyes snaked all over the two naked bodies that lay entwined on the floor of the abandoned girls bathroom that she'd haunted in as long as she could remember.
She had seen many couples, even threesomes or more, having sex in this bathroom and could never resist a peek.
These two, the pug-faced Slytherin and fiery-haired slut Gryffindor, had a rather unusual sex, if Moaning Myrtle could say so herself. She was a witness, afterall. Not only had the two had sex for-what was it?-a couple hours maybe even three, but the girl with the red hair didn't have to force the at-first-fussing girl and she didn't let the other girl fuck her at all. Ginny always was in charge, always in the lead. She had fucked the stupid girl raw for two hours and thirty-six minutes straight - - and the other girl let her like an idiot with no question.
Moaning Myrtle was quite envious of the Slytherin girl who got fucked like an animal by the stunning redhead who was popular amongst not only the Gryffindors, but the whole Hogwarts school. Everyone looked up to her, and some girls begged her to have sex with them.
There was one time when Moaning Myrtle saw the horny little slut, Ginny, do two girls by herself. The other girls were so desperate that they didn't complain when she tied them up and sex-tortured them in many ways Moaning Myrtle had never seen anyone, who had sex in this bathroom, do before.
Moaning Myrtle had witnessed many lesbian exchanges in the bathroom. Some were rather boring to watch, but not when Ginny was involved. She was the dirtiest, sluttiest whore Moaning Myrtle had the pleasure to witness.
Like that one time when Ginny had sex with Fluer Delacour, a french girl who went to Beuxbatons and visited Hogwarts for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This was in Ginny's third year at Hogwarts, and this was how she ever became addicted to lesbian sex. Ginny wasn't a lesbian, she was bi, but she preferred lesbian sex better than "straight-sex", which was what her friend called it.
...
"So, Zhinny, 'ow are you too-day?" Fleur had asked Ginny one day. Ginny rolled her eyes, she hated everything about Phlegm, which was what she called Fleur, such as her voice, how she talked, how she thought she was better than everyone else, and how she was popular among everyone- - which was how Ginny was until the gorgeous French girl entered Hogwarts. Sure, Ginny was still very popular, but Fleur was stealing all that away, especially among the boys- - who were always drooling over Ginny. Ginny was jealous.
"Fine, Fleur." Ginny mumbled, wishing that she would leave.
"Aren't you going to ask how I am?" Fleur asked in her conceited french accent. She cleared her throat when Ginny ignored her. Still, Ginny ignored her, flipping through her Hogwarts A History book that she hardly ever read. Fleur scoffed. "Salope! Chienne!"
Ginny glared at the girl, sure that she had just said something rude in french by the way she spoke it towards her. "And what does that load of shit mean?"
"Slutty bitch!" Fleur hissed, "How dare you call my language a load of shit!"
"Well, what does it mean?" demanded Ginny, not willing to apologize until at least she udnerstood what Fleur had said to her. She was never really mean to anyone, Fleur just got on her nerves though.
"I told you already you slut! 'Salope' is slut and 'chienne' is bitch!" Fleur's nostrils flared angrily and she grabbed her books from the table and was about to leave when Ginny said,
"Look, Fleur, I'm really sorry." she ashamedly said, "I guess I'm a little jealous of how popular you are. I guess I'm feeling like you're stealing my friends away. My own brother ignores me when you pass by and I have to practically wipe the drool from his robes! And, you're way prettier than me- - gorgeous, actually- - and I'm jealous of how the way the guys look at you and ignore me." Fleur looked astonished.
"I am very sorry! I neyver meant for you to feel thees way. I neyver knew." Fleur looked down. "I always wanteed to be friends, but now I know why you disdain me so." Her eyelashes threatened to spill tears and she sighed.
"I don't hate you Fleur!" Ginny said, putting a consoling hand on the girl's shoulder. She felt ashamed of her behavior towards the poor french girl. "I-I-I admire you!"
"Really? You really do, Mon amie?" Fleur gushed. Ginny nodded. Then her eyes widened as Fleur started to inch her hand down Ginny's skirt. Ginny gasped as the delicate hand pet her pussy full of bright red curls. She felt her pace quicken and her heart stop, then beat a mile a minute. "I always though you were very beautiful, Ma Cherie...so, sexy."
Ginny gulped and her skin crawled delightfully at the light, passionate touches of the mesmerizing french beauty that she had no romantic feelings for, until now. Fleur covered Ginny's mouth with a gentle kiss, the kind of kiss where you just put your mouth over the other person's and leave it there for awhile to get there reaction. Ginny tensed under Fleur's kiss.
Fleur then started sucking on Ginny's mouth, and flicking her tounge in and out of the redhead's vulnerable mouth, her hand still inside the skirt of the unsuspecting third year as she rubbed at it until she felt wet goo dripping slowly onto her hand.
"Eef...eef you...you aren't ready, we don't 'ave to do...to do... thees." Fleur whispered slowly in Ginny's ear. Ginny, with eyes closed and longing mouth open for another kiss, nodded desperately. She wanted- - NEEDED- - this girl to make her feel good, NOW- - not later. "Very well, then, we shall proceed later."
"Later?" gasped Ginny dissappointedly. "But! But! I want- - I need- - I need it now!" Fleur grinned wickedly, she was making sure to tempt Ginny desperately then hold out on her so that she could be begging her to follow through. Then if Ginny regretted it, she couldn't put the blame on Fleur.
"Later," Fleur repeated, "I 'eard there waz a girl's bathroom- - an abandoned one, or am I meestaken?"
"Later?" Ginny moaned again, now rubbing her own pussy longingly as she pretended it was the other girl's delicate hand touching her this way.
"Meet me at the girl's bathroom on thee second floor. Een...a couple of hours! Don't be late." And with a squish of Ginny's right thigh Fleur was gone, leaving the other girl to run to the Gryffindor Commonroom where she masturbated in her dormitory.
Moaning Myrtle was quite shocked to see the two girls in the abandoned bathroom, which was hardly ever visited except for when people were sneaking to do bad things, but they were there and she was bored...so she watched silently as the much older girl fucked the younger one to the point of no return.
It started off so easy.
"I know zees ees your first time, so I weel go very gently, okay Zhinny?"
"Okay Fleur." the redhead girl mumbled, as the older one started to undress her.
"Ah, beauteeful neeples! Beeg breasts for a leetle thirteen year old!" Fleur complimented. Ginny was now fully naked and laying on her back, her arms and legs spread out so that she formed an X. Her little breasts jiggled a bit and her gleaming wet vagina was so tight that Fleur was certain that she'd be the first to break her.
Fleur eyed the girl's naked body, then proceeded undressing herself, slowly, loving the reaction she got from the amateur Ginny who couldn't help but stare in awe with her mouth open in a wide O. Fleur slowly slipped her top off to reveal a black bra with red lace that held two giant supple breasts high. As soon as she released them from their bonds, they seemed to almost tumble out and wobble violently in Ginny's astonished face.
Fleur grinned and started to slide out of her skirt, revealing large hips that held a large ass and an almost fully hairless vagina.
She caressed Ginny's erected nipples and whisperedin a soothingly gentle voice, "Now just take a deep breath and I weel handle thee rest. You are in for a treat, Ma Cherie..." she said as she wrapped her warm mouth over the thirteen year old's swollen right nipple and the girl gave a terrified moan as Moaning Myrtle watched on.
...
Now as Moaning Myrtle was watching the two peacefully sleeping girls she felt odd and wondered if Ginny even cared about Pansy the way Fleur really cared for Ginny when they had sex in Ginny's third year. It seemed...phony. Like as if Ginny just did it for fun, not for love. Ginny stirred and Moaning Myrtle seized her chance. She glided towards the naked redhead, trying not to let the girl's lithe body distract her from what she was going to say.
"Ginny," Myrtle said slowly, "Do you love Pansy?"
"Why?" Ginny asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It had been three hours since she had entered the bathroom with Pansy, who was lying asleep naked on the floor.
"You know exactly where this is going, Ginny Weasley" Moaning Myrtle hissed. Ginny caught the ghost staring briefly at her bare chest and her nipples insantly hardened. This embarrassed her. She crossed her arms protectively over her chest and saw Moaning Myrtle shift uncomfortably in the air. Ginny glanced at the naked Slytherin and then back at her own body and realized what had happened.
Her face flushed a bright red and she glared at the ghost girl. "You are disgusting! Absolutely disgusting to watch others have sex! It's personal! I would've done it in front of the whole school in that case!"
"Am I that important to see it, that you'd do it in front of the whole school than simply just in front of me?" Moaning Myrtle asked coyly, her ghost fists clenched tightly at her sides. Ginny continued to glare spitefully at her and replied,
"Of course not! You know what I mean!" she paused and lowered her voice, "And what's all this rubbish about me loving Pansy or not?"
"Admit it Ginny. You don't love anybody who you've had sex with. It's all for the fun and games, you eff the crap out of them and then forget them the second they're out the door, if not sooner." Myrtle took a deep breath and said, "You love Hermione Granger."
Ginny's face flushed again and tears actually sprung in her eyes as she quickly tried to wipe them away in vain.
"Don't you?" Myrtle pressed, "I've seen the way you look at her, I don't only haunt just this bathroom as everyone believes, and I know that you're head over heels for her. Tell me. I can help you, give you advice. Really. Nothing in return just that you stop damaging these poor innocent girls - - taking away their virginity or turning them lesbo and then ditching them for the next person only to break their hearts forever. You're really endangering yourself by doing this."
"Am not!" Ginny said in a rather five year old sort of way. She caught herself, blushing momentarily, and said, "They all adore me! I might have broken their hearts, but they'll never tell a soul! They're all hoping to be bloody back with me the next time! They feel it's an honor!" Ginny's chest heaved as her breath came out in heavy, triumphant huffs.
"You're going to wake her," Myrtle said in a voice one would use while simply commenting on the weather, "You're lucky I'm not the spreading-rumors type of person. I would've - -"
Ginny interrupted her with a derisive laugh, "You ARE the spreading-rumors type, Myrtle! The only reason you wouldn't do it is because you actually WATCH people fuck each other here! You're just as fault as me!"
"Well I'm not a disgusting horny slut who fucks a new girl every day for the fun of it!"
This shut Ginny up. Several minutes of silence passed before she all of a sudden blurted, "I do love Hermione! She beautiful, amazing, smart...and I WANT her! You don't know how much I want her! It's torture having to be near her all the time, wishing she would fall inlove with you or that you can just lean in and kiss her passionately but instead find that she's trying to get your git-of-a-brother! She doesn't give two fucks about me!"
Tears streamed down Ginny's face like magnificent waterfalls from both of her eyes. She quickly wiped them away; she hardly ever cried. Moaning Myrtle's cold stare softened as she said in a quiet, regretful voice,
"I'm sorry for everything I said to you. You really do love Hermione. I wasn't sure. I didn't know how much you were hurting." She gave Ginny a consoling look and continued, "I can help you."
"How?" Ginny sniffled.
"Look, Ginny, instead of always making a move on the girl you have to wait. Did Fleur just take you there were you stood? No, she waited and gave you a choice. You wanted to, and you came here." Instantly, she caught her mistake but Ginny seemed to ignore the fact that Moaning Myrtle had seen her and Fleur as well.
"I guess not, but- -"
"You have to court Hermione."
"Court?"
"Make her want you, don't force yourself on her. Don't be too flirty too fast though, just become her best friend and subtly try to convince her that Ron isn't good enough for her or the one for her."
"How?"
"Pretend to be giving her advice as a best friend. She'll take it, trust me. Once he's out of the picture, then make her want you without letting her know you're desperate for her."
Ginny's expression turned cold again, "Desperate? I'm not desperate!"
Myrtle just rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Just take my advice, okay?"
"I'll think about it," Ginny said as she eyed the naked Slytherin who was now stirring on the floor. Moaning Myrtle vanished out of sight and Ginny helped pick Pansy up.
"That was amazing, Ginny." Pansy said groggily. She looked hopeful for a kiss but Ginny inwardly rolled her eyes.
"Hurry, let's go." she said a little indifferently. Pansy looked shocked and her eyes watered hurtfully. Ginny looked around for the ghost girl but found that she was long gone. She quickly turned to Pansy and in a different, more loving voice said, "You were delicious. See you next time?"
Pansy gave an un-Pansyish girly giggle as Ginny lightly brushed a finger over the girl's erected nipple. Her giggle turned into a low moan as Ginny started to twist her nipples and slap her reddening behind.
"I think I'm going to have to take you once more, is that alright with you, Love?" Ginny asked, a greedy glint in her eyes. Pansy gave a quick enthusiastic nod as a gleeful sound escaped her gulping throat. Ginny loved how vulnerable and nervous she looked, she had to have her, just once more...
As Ginny's tounge flicked over the small-breasted girl's diamond-hard nipples, Moaning Myrtle reappeared unnoticed from the opposite end of the bathroom and shook her head dejectedly. Ever word she uttered must've gone straight through the redhead's ear and out the other.