Chapter 4:

Ginny has always been a bit of a freak, well, in the sheets that was. Regardless of what her parents or anyone else knew for that matter. During her time at Hogwarts she dated and slept with both Michael Corner and Dean Thomas. Both had been fun in school, but in bed, both were rather mundane. Often stories had been told that she had broken up with both because of minor arguments or trivial nonsense. Truth be told she broke up with both because their abilities in bed, were lacking, to say the least.

But as she entered the room with Harry after the feast, dark thoughts flashed across her mind, and she gladly imagined what she and The Chosen One could do together. Harry was still a bit naïve, she knew. He had little experience with women, however, considering he spent a majority of his young life fighting Voldemort, she couldn't exactly hold it against him. For a while she had thought he might've had feelings for Hermione, but after Ron and she ended up together, she realized she had a new chance to be with him.

After the Battle Of Hogwarts, seeing him care for his friends, bury old rivalries, and let out an emotional side that he had kept cooped up for so long, Ginny's love for him only grew. She was his perfect foil. A naturally emotional person, she got Harry to open up to her, and be himself, without worry of being thought of as perfect, or without flaws. They were simply, perfect for each other.

For a while she had even been worried he might not come back, and had cried for him every night, anticipating the day of his return. Seeing though, as how her new love was victorious, she fully intended to give him a proper reward. Spinning him around they embraced, and she pressed her mouth to his, selfish with passion and desire. "Ginny", he muttered, in between her kisses. But she continued, slipping her tongue into his mouth and wrestling his into hers. Before he could say more, she drew her wand. Pushing him onto the bed, she uttered, "Incacerous', causing thick black ropes to bind Harry to the bed posts, one small one followed out and gagged him, cutting off his cry of surprise. She followed this spell with, "Evanesco", aiming at Harry's body which caused all his clothes to evaporate from his body and appear in a puddled heap on the floor in front of her. She then turned her attention to doors and walls, and followed each with whispers of, "Muffliato" and "Colloportus." She then turned to Harry and a dark smile crossed her face. Harry's eyes widened, no so much in fear, but in shock and disbelief, and at once Ginny knew that she had Harry under her thumb.

She quickly removed her clothes, however, moving slowly as she pulled off her lacy bra and G-string. She particularly wanted to tease Harry. After all, domination was her favorite. She plopped down on the bed, eagerly looking at Harry's firm manhood. He was a thin boy no doubt, but she had to admit, that he was well endowed. The mountain of blood and flesh before her twitched and jerked, eager for release. The particularly pleasing view of Ginny's womanhood only had Harry even more excited. She paused a moment glancing into his eyes, and then proceeded to take Harry's whole length into his mouth. His eyes bulged as she moved, swirling her tongue around, and then placing her hand at the base of his shaft and stroking him in rhythm to the pumping of her head. She moved faster and faster, sucking as long and as deep as she could. Finally, with a muffled yell Harry exploded, shuttering with immense relief as he poured every drop into awaiting mouth. She paused a moment, and then quickly swallowed the load, eager for what was to come next.

Taking her wand from the bedside table, she pulled off Harry's gag, and aiming it at him said, "Silencio." Ginny could tell Harry had been trying to say her name, but when he moved his mouth no sound uttered forth. She placed her finger delicately on his lips, and stooped down to his ear, muttering softly, "No talking", before trailing her tongue over his earlobe, and tracing it down the base of his neck to his collarbone. Moving slowly, she swung both legs up and over Harry's head, pressing her womanhood deep into his face and awaiting the expectant return.

Harry paused a moment, taking in the deep, musky odor of Ginny's awaiting womanhood. Oh, how he had longed for this moment. He had wished to tell her, she had no need to silence him, but he was enjoying Ginny's domineering attitude and decided to go along with it. Hesitating no longer Harry began to swirl his tongue along every inch and fold of her soft and tender pussy. She uttered moans and deep guttural growls, and buried her hands into his hair driving his face toward her body as she continually called, "Harry, Oh Harry.' Her cries and the deep, earthly odor only pushed him even further, and he lapped eagerly at her clitoris, enjoying the spasms he caused as Ginny began to buck and rock, grinding into his tongue. Moving faster and faster, her cries grew louder and louder, before finally with a long and loud, "Ohhhhhh" she hit release and came on Harry's face. "FUCK", she yelled, bucking and shaking as the orgasm rolled through her. Panting and trembling she rolled off of Harry and back onto the bed.

After a minute she grabbed her wand and with a slashing motion released Harry from his bonds, she waved her wand yet again in a circular motion and Harry's sound was restored to him, and his loud panting filled the enclosed space. "I'm sorry Harry", Ginny murmured, "It's just, I've been feeling this way for so long, and I had to do something." She hung her head in shame. "Why?" Harry asked incredulously. Ginny whirled around in astonishment, eyes as wide as saucers. "What?" She replied with disbelief. "Ginny, do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment?" Harry asked. She looked at him genuinely shocked. Filled with a sudden bravado and intense passion Harry grabbed Ginny and pulled her up. Looking into her eyes, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees, her firm, tight ass positioned into the air. He had not much of a clue as to what he was doing, but a new lust induced passion had scoured his mind of all thought, and was guiding him through the necessary motions. Quickly, he moved forward and with only a moment's pause buried his cock into her tight, awaiting pussy. He gave a few long, smooth strokes, and then feverishly began to pump into her, moving faster and faster, burying it deeper and deeper into her fresh, wet womanhood. Her cries and gasps of pleasure only urged him further, and with a supple grin, he suddenly stopped, removing his quaking cock. Ginny groaned in disappointment and wiggled back, urging him to go back in, but Harry had a better idea. Spitting onto the end of his cock, he lubricated it and then without a moment's wait plunged it into Ginny's unsuspecting ass. Ginny had been pleasured before but never like this. As Harry plunged his cock in and out of her unbelievably tight ass, he reared back and smacked it, the action eliciting a loud cry from Ginny. He then reached up with the other hand and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking back on it while giving her ass another great smack. As the sound of flesh meeting flesh rang through the room again and again Ginny screamed out, "Oh, FUCCCKKKK", before shaking and trembling and yelling with the greatest orgasm she had ever had. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling a scream as waves and waves of pleasure washed over her causing her to moan and grind against Harry in utter delight. Harry in turn yelled, "Oh, GINNY", before locking his hands onto her hips, and slapping once more into her, filling her tight, hot ass with a sticky, immeasurable load, the throes of pleasure coursing through him as he found sweet release. The two panting and exhausted collapsed, locking eyes once before falling into a peaceful slumber.