Author's Note: Hey guys. It has been a while since I have uploaded anything, and I can only apologise for that. I have been busier than I anticipated in the previous months, so the edit and continuation of the Sensations Of Shemales story has been a lot slower than I had hoped. I am still working on it and am hoping to have it finished as soon as possible.
However, I've been feeling a little bit… burned out on editing. As you can imagine, editing is nowhere near as fun as actually writing. So, I thought I would start a new story for a bit of fun. This story is going to be pure, unadulterated smut. When it comes to Sensations of Shemales, I try to put in a fair bit of effort in plotting, character, character progression, set-up etc. Those chapters are highly planned and take quite a bit of time to get just perfect. Hence the prolonged editing time of the story. But this story, Is pretty much shameless fun on my part, with me just writing whatever fantasy I have in the moment. So, don't expect anything high-brow. Not that I'm in habit of producing high-brow content… This just a bit of fun.
Point to note, this is not a shemale story. The girls have pussies. That's not to say there will be no shemale content in this story. If I feel like it, I might throw some in there via the wonderful magical explanation that I come up with in the moment. There will also be gay content. As normal, any content that isn't 'normal' will be marked with warnings so that it can be easily skipped. And so, enjoy, some sexual filth.
Chapter One: A New Day At Hogwarts
The greatest change that came to Hogwarts in several centuries happened somewhat slowly in the beginning. In some respects the changes that came were not nearly as dramatic as it would appear on the surface. It wasn't that Hogwarts completely turned a new corner, but rather that what was already happening became more prominent. After all, Hogwarts was a school steeped in sexual activity long before the sexual awakening occurred. The catalyst for this transformation was clear as day, with the focus on sexuality being traced back to the Yule Ball during the Triwizard tournament. Naturally, an school dance had people's hearts running wild and their loins burning hotter than ever before. It didn't take long for the pristine shimmer of the silvery decorations to become sullied by the odd sexual grope or the heated and impassioned kiss. What futile attempts that were made by the teachers were in vain and by the end of the Ball, the Great Hall was full of partners kissing openly with wanton abandon, casually running their hands back and forth across each other, with some even being so brazen as she give the odd squeeze to their partner's intimate areas. It was even rumoured that someone received a handjob in the corner of the hall, but most people don't recall such a event. Whilst no openly salacious sexual activity occurred in the Great Hall, the rest of the castle was rife with it. As people filtered out of the Ball, they raced to private areas to relish in the heated passions of their youthful desires. Popular hotspots were heavily frequented, with people eventually being forced to use more open and exposed areas as the private ones became occupied. The night of the Yule Ball, sex came to Hogwarts and the wild animalistic rutting of the sex-starved students proved that it was here to stay. Sex-starved is probably inaccurate. Students were known to fuck rather frequently. Locked in the castle, it was bound to happen. But on the evening of the Yule Ball, inhibitions were discarded in favour of passion and pleasure, leading to more impulsive decisions being made. Such as Angelina Johnson and Fred Weasley having sex in the middle of the fourth-floor corridor.
Whilst the initial impetus for the change could be readily placed, the timeline for the changes that followed were more uncertain. Soon enough, people found the exposing of naked flesh to be a less taboo topic. Before long, people began to look casually at people receiving handjobs without so much as blinking. Next, it was blowjobs and before long no one batted an eyelid at a girl bending over in a corridor and being impaled from both ends. Sex became normal and unremarkable. Not to say that people didn't savour every interaction, but rather, no one was surprised or embarrassed by the open and flagrant displays of sex and lust. Well, not everyone was happy. The teachers saw it as disastrous. Detentions were handed out left, right and centre, but they did very little curb the spread of sex. Soon, however, teachers began to see the benefits. Or rather, students aided in helping them see the benefits. The bolder students were able to seduce and win over certain teachers, using their increasing sexual acumen to bring the teachers into the fold. Soon enough, almost all teachers had their own perverse little affairs going on. Under wraps of-course. On the surface, they made sure that their indiscretions remained untraceable. Especially given Professor McGonagall's vehement opposition to the sexualisation of Hogwarts. It wasn't until none other than Hermione Granger attempted to sway Professor McGonagall's opinion of sex. The bushy-haired brunette received an uncharacteristic detention after being caught masturbating in the library. What happened inside Professor McGonagall's office that evening is a complete mystery as Hermione wouldn't dare speak of it. However, McGonagall was won over and the brazen sexualisation of Hogwarts began in full.
Following McGonagall's U-turn, the teachers saw fit to introduce a sex-education class so as to educate the students. What began as an innocent introduction to the basics of sex, quickly became sultrier as time went on. Open demonstrations of human anatomy, real-life practicing of the use of condoms, and proud displays of the physical effects of both the male and female orgasm; all of which boasted many willing volunteers. This sex-ed class was the first Hogwarts class to be attended by a completely naked class and even teacher, with students casually shirking their clothing upon entering the room. This effect transcended beyond the classroom, with nudity become an optional, but widely used choice. Several students would walk bare naked through the halls, attending classrooms in the buff. Others would opt for only a robe or a cloak. Most would go for the latter, with the cloak being easily removable for spontaneous sexual activity. And spontaneous sexual activity was everywhere. It began in the corridors and common-rooms, with very few being brazen enough to go in more public places. Yet, it was none other than Fleur Delacour who rounded out her visit to Hogwarts by very publicly rewarding Harry Potter and Ron Weasley in the Great Hall. Needless to say, all eyes were on them as they carved into the beautiful blonde from either side of the table, the Delacour twisting in exquisite pleasure as they did so. Plenty people jerked off, with even a few teachers pawing at themselves. From that moment on, the activities which had been tactfully kept beneath the four house-tables, steadily began to rise above. It was commonplace to see people bouncing happily on the laps of a partner during breakfast, or people just jerking themselves or one another off as they talked. Masturbation was common-place, with barely anyone walking around without their hand between their thighs, playing with themselves. When it came to the teacher's being more open about their sexual practices, it was once again Hermione Granger who broached that particular barrier by burying her head between Professor McGonagall's legs at the Professor's table and doing so in a very public way, with a very visible view of her ass and dripping wet pussy.
By the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts had changed. People begrudgingly left for home, leaving the Hogwarts express in a particularly messy state as people said their plentiful goodbyes in an all too familiar way. That summer was a long one for most. Some people found other avenues to satiate their perverse desires. Families such as the Weasley's became noticeably closer over such a period, with the sexual openness of Hogwarts slowly seeping into home life. Upon the return to Hogwarts that next year, things were blissful. The pile of robes and underwear that stacked up by the entrance to the Great Hall was monumental, with the opening feast becoming a truly perverse affair. People ate and fucked for what seemed like hours. By the end, people were collapsed by the sides of the halls or slowly making their way to their beds on shaky, uneven legs. It was a climactic welcome from Hogwarts and one that would persist as time went on. Whilst lessons remained largely the same, the professors opted to offer a number of optional classes. These optional classes were perverse in nature, discussing some of the kinkier sides of the realm of sex. Introductions to BDSM, deepthroat tutorials, anal for beginners, and all manner of unique and naughty lessons were on offer. These were more popular than could be imagined and were eventually incorporated into the actual curriculum, becoming mandatory aspects of the timetable. Whilst no one was forced to attend these lessons in particular, the fixed spot on everyone's time-table meant that everyone had the opportunity to do so. That year at Hogwarts was exceptional. The descent into perversity continued and Hogwarts changed even more, so much so, that the next year at Hogwarts became even more distinct.
Hogwarts School of Sex-Craft And Nudity. It was a striking title that drew everyone's attention when they received it as part of their letter. Those words were enough to make students quiver with excitement, but things had only just begun. Hogwarts had expanded its horizons, making a few choice invites to members of the Wizarding World in hopes that they would be able to extent the salacious activities of the school. A number of new professors were introduced, with classes completely devolving into pure sexuality. Regular classes slipped into the background, to the extent that even classes such as Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions took a sexual twist. It was impossible to ignore the fact that students were openly fucking in those classes, so it was impossible to try and teach the lessons are regular ones anyway. It was sex that drew people's attention and that was what this entire year was about. Hogwarts remained in the public eye a prestigious magical school. It did its best to maintain its sexual nature in a covert manner. Whenever individuals from the Ministry were to inspect the school, they were either given a tour of a select portion of the castle that was decidedly set-up to appear normal or were openly introduced to the true nature of the school and given the most attentive treatment. Needless to say, the stricter investigators left assuming the school was perfectly normal, and the corruptible left satisfied enough that the school were prospering in some respect.
It was in Harry's Sixth Year that this fully set in as a normal reality for him. Sex and nudity. It was what Hogwarts was. He could remember a time when it wasn't like this, but in truth, he didn't want nor car about that time. He enjoyed the carnal physical nature of it all. The primal lust that came from exploring his wildest sexual fantasies in an open and accepting place. It was a sexual utopia, and he couldn't want for anything else. Even those that he had sexual fantasies about that didn't attend Hogwarts or had no business being at Hogwarts had found ways to integrate themselves into the Hogwarts ecosystem. Fleur, Apolline and Gabrielle had taken up posts as Professors of Foreign Magicks, Tonks was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Mrs Weasley was more often than not at Hogwarts simply due being close to the teachers. In fact, a number of the Order of the Phoenix were welcome visitors. Hogwarts had a number of regular visitors, so much so that a portion of the castle had been designated as bedrooms specifically for visitors. It spoke to the influence of Hogwarts. The slow integration of its sexual mantra had begun to seep into the wider Wizarding World. It was Dumbledore's opinion that it would be improper to not welcome those who had awoken to the perverse prospects of the world as a side effect of Hogwarts' awakening. In other words, it was because of the sexualisation of Hogwarts that Mrs Weasley had slept with each of her children, so it would be idiotic to not embrace her as a part of the sexual fabric of the school. Harry was particularly glad for this mindset. Mrs Weasley was a voracious sexual beast. Insatiable and a decidedly talented cock-hungry whore.
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Slowly stirring from his sleep, Harry groaned softly as he relished the warm embrace of his bed-sheets. Despite the sexual nature of Hogwarts these days, Harry still found it preferable to sleep on his lonesome, as did a lot of other students. Whilst he wasn't averse to sharing his bed, Harry found himself in the salacious company of others most of the time, with his sleep being one of the only private moments he had. Pulling his duvet tightly over his naked body, he planned to drift back to sleep, only to be disturbed by the door to the dormitory being flung suddenly open, the sound being enough to rouse the other Gryffindor sixth years from their sleep. Their anger quickly dissipated as they saw just who the source of the racket was, with the delectably naked body of Ginny Weasley sauntering into the room, a firm expression on her face. Her naked figure was one worth admiring, with her lightly toned physique being perfectly paired with a plumpness to her sexual assets. Despite the tightness of her body, her breasts still bounced with a round fullness and the curve of her ass was amongst the most spectacular in the school. A perfectly plump heart-shape that jiggled with the slightest movement of her long slender legs. Strutting into the room, she pulled Harry's duvet off of his body, unveiling his rapidly hardening cock.
"Come on. It's time to get up. You promised you'd be there for the Quidditch trials," she sighed, tossing his duvet to the floor and moving to throw open the curtains. She cared little for the obvious leering from the other boys, nor the fact that Ron's hand had quickly dipped beneath his own covers in order to jerk himself off to the bouncing delight of his sister's plump arse. As the curtains were opened, she turned back to Harry, seeing him still sprawled half asleep. Frustrated, she growled, "Come on, Harry. You might have a guaranteed place, but I'm still undecided. A little moral support wouldn't go amiss."
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Don't worry. I'm sure you'll make the team," Harry murmured, begrudgingly forcing himself up, using the alluring sight of his girlfriend's breasts to drag himself out of bed. His cock was rock-hard by now, and whilst Ginny had noticed it, she had little intention of relieving such tension just yet. Breakfast would be a more suitable place for some morning fun.
"Why did you have to wake us all up for this? Couldn't you have just gently nudged him awake?" Ron groaned annoyedly, his frustration evident. Whilst he was annoyed, it didn't stop him from delighting in the morning eye-candy, even going so far as to pull his duvet off and openly stroke his meaty cock, hoping it would attract Ginny's attention for a spot of incestual fun.
"It's almost ten o'clock. You should be up anyway. Besides, Ron, Hermione's looking for you," Ginny explained, watching as Ron's ears immediately perked up at the mention of their bushy-haired friend. More subtly, his cock twitched in his hand, throbbing at the thought of her. Ginny turned to the rest of the group, "And the rest of you could make yourself useful. I hear that Parvati wanted a word with you Dean. And Professor Sprout needed a volunteer for one of her lesson's demonstrations, Neville."
"Yeah, yeah… But first things first," Dean smirked, propping himself up on the edge of his bed. Reaching out, he grabbed Ginny by her waist and pulled the redhead towards him, guiding her creamy flesh towards his own. Dropping down onto his lap, Ginny felt his naked cock slide between her ass cheeks, grinding against her soft flesh. One of Dean's hands slipped down between her thighs, his digits twisting between those slickened folds. Despite her reluctance to melt into the experience, her pussy betrayed her arousal. Her neatly shaven cunt glimmered with a glossy allure. With Dean's bold move, the rest of the boys in the dorm slid out from their beds, advancing on Ginny like hungry animals.
"Now is not the time, Dean," Ginny groaned, trying her best to deny the pleasure emitting from her pussy. Each brush of Dean's fingers against her clit was enough to make a moan almost force itself from between her lips. Not to mention the subtle throb of his cock as it pushed firmly between her ass cheeks, pre-cum starting to glisten against her ass cheeks. Harry was the next to join, stepping in front of her, eager to share his girlfriend as he had so often done before. The first few times he watched Ginny getting fucked by other people were difficult, but given the normalcy of sexual relations, it didn't affect him anymore. It was the subtle and more intimate gestures between the two that he cherished. If he were to see Ginny passionate kissing someone, it would crush him a lot more than seeing her get her ass torn in two by someone. Grasping Ginny's juicy breasts in his hands, Harry stole a kiss from her pleasure-consumed lips, his fingers pinching and rolling those pert, little pink nipples back and forth.
"You know the rules, Ginny. No boys in the girl's dorm and no girls in the boy's dorm," Harry reminded her, citing the unspoken Gryffindor rules. In a sexual school like Hogwarts, it seemed counterintuitive to have such a rule. However, with the plethora of public spaces for sexual activity as well as newly established public bedrooms, personal dormitories became much needed spaces for respite. Everyone needed somewhere to retreat to if need be. As such, the rule was brought into effect. If anyone broke the rule, they owned the everyone in the dormitory an orgasm. Ginny rolled her eyes as the rule was recited, with Harry quickly protesting her annoyance, "Don't look at us like that. Neville couldn't walk straight for a week the last time he was caught in the girl's dorms."
"Mmm… Fine. But no anal. I'm not riding a broomstick after having been hammered by you perverts," Ginny moaned softly, doing her best to try and remain defiant in the face of pleasure. However, her protestations were quickly dissolved the moment that Harry brought his lips down to one of her nipples. Clasping it gently in his mouth, he suckled softly on the nub, all before biting down on the slickened flesh. She gasped suddenly, a rush of pleasure rolling through her body as she melted into Harry and Dean's grasp. Harry knew that her nipples were her weak-spot. With his lips ravishing the sensitive teats, she was powerless to her own lust. Her libido spiked and she became just as ravenous as the group of Gryffindors that were slowly surrounding her, their cocks throbbing in their hands. How could she not enjoy a good morning gangbang. Biting her lip as Harry swapped back and forth between her nipples, lapping and biting on them with such purposeful precision, all the while Dean's fingers worked back and forth across her slit, tickling her clit whenever he brushed past it and applying just enough pressure to her entrance in order to tease her with the prospect of being penetrated. They may be lecherous perverts, but they did know how to make a girl moan. Seamus, Ron and Neville were quick to join, transforming the threesome in a sixsome, their cocks hard in their hands and their eyes set firmly on Ginny's naked body.
Grabbing a hold of the frame of the four-poster, Seamus clambered onto the mattress, standing upright on the bed. Hooking his arm around the top of the bed for support, he guided his cock towards Ginny's mouth, angling his hips in order to get the perfect angle. Glancing to her right, Ginny saw his length and happily parted her lips to allow him into her mouth. At first, the warm embrace of her soft, succulent lips was enough to satiate Seamus, as Ginny began with a somewhat lazily blowjob. Not lazy in the effort she put in, but rather just a casual slurping as opposed to practiced perfection. She tightened her lips and let her tongue flop and curl around the bulbous tip, her tongue making swift word of the copious amounts of pre-cum that gleamed across his cock. Gently rocking her head back and forth, she let her lips glide gently across the first two inches of his cock, her tongue making sure to lather his length with as much saliva as she could muster, the gentle hum of her pleasure-fuelled moans adding a tender vibration to her slick movements. Moaning hungrily as Ginny gorged herself on his cock, Seamus brushed her hair out of her eyes and rested his hand against the back of her head, trying to coax her into swallowing more of him. The not-so-subtle gesture elicited a cock-stuffed smirk from Ginny, as she eased her lips further along his cock, satiating his desire for depth without taking him into her throat just yet. Comfortable bouncing her lips back and forth with long and fluid movements, Ginny hummed to herself as she bathed the cock in saliva, effortlessly putting into practice all those arousing lessons that had honed her oral skills.
Growing comfortable with the pleasure building in her body, Ginny was taken swiftly by surprise as she felt a second pair of lips lower themselves to her breast, capturing the nipple that Harry wasn't occupying and mirroring the movements of the black-haired boy. In tandem with one another, Harry and Neville danced their tongues across Ginny's immensely sensitive skin, watching as she arched her back and let loose several muffled moans. Her body shivered in delight as her chest rose and fell, the tender nibbling sensation of the two boys beginning to build to a more intense crescendo. Ginny felt her hand get guided away from its place resting on Harry's shoulder. It didn't take her long to find her fingers wrapped around the bulbous shaft of her brother's cock, his veiny length throbbing in-between her fingers. She and Ron had long been sexually engaged with each other. That first sex-starved summer holiday away from Hogwarts had led to the two of them shirking any hesitancy and becoming wild sexual animals, lusting hungrily for the other to fuck them senseless. As such, the thought of her brother's cock in her hand did nothing to stem the waves of arousal flooding her body. Especially given the fact that she was quick to guide her other free hand over to his cock, using it to squeeze and play with his cum-filled balls, tickling them and teasing them in the way that only a dutiful little sister could know. The room was quickly filled with the wet slurping sounds of Ginny sucking cock, the gentle smacking sounds of her hands jerking Ron off, and the tender muffled moans of the sixsome expressing the intensity of the pleasure. But it was all just beginning for them.
Dean, no longer happy just teasing Ginny's pussy with his fingers, guided his hands to her hips and lifted her body up a little. Sliding his cock towards her pussy, he carved the thick black tip along the cleft of her shimmering pussy, his cock-head catching on her entrance for all but a moment before bouncing heavily against her sensitive clit. As if of a shared mind, both Ginny and Dean moved in unison, with the redhead lifting her hips just as he head his cock upright, allowing her to seamlessly drop her hips downwards and impale herself on the thickness of his cock in a matter of moments. They moaned in unison as Dean sunk his hands firmly into her hips, holding onto her waist with a tightness that gave him complete control over her cunt. Lifting her hips up and down, Dean began to fuck her clutching pussy, carving his cock back and forth into her hole, savouring the warm, wet, velvety embrace of her tight depths. Ginny's moans grew sharper and louder as the pleasure in her pussy overwhelmed her. She would never tire of the pleasure that came from a thick juicy cock slipping into the depths of her pussy. The way her folds bulged outwards and stretched to accommodate, the heavy smack of man's balls colliding with her ass, the sumptuous vibrating ripples that surged through her body after a firm and decisive impact… All of it made her quiver and moan just thinking about it. But feeling it was another thing entirely. Her nipples, whilst already hard within Neville and Harry's mouths, tingled with a newfound sensitivity, her skin felt as if it was igniting with pleasure, and her pussy dripped with copious amounts of arousal, her slickness glistening across her thighs and ass as the pleasure grew more and more intense.
With her lips growing a little looser around his cock, Seamus took it upon himself to slide his cock back and forth, making good use of Ginny's distracted state to plunge his cock that little bit deeper into her mouth. Holding her head in place, Seamus drew his cock back, sliding himself to the entrance of her mouth, all before gliding his length right the way inside, prodding the tip of his cock against the very back of her throat. She gagged slightly as a result of the roughness of his entrance. Swiftly swallowing his cock, Ginny allowed him unrequited access to her throat. Well trained in the art of deepthroat, she barely felt a shiver of discomfort as Seamus drove the length of his cock deep into her throat, plunging himself right up to the hilt. His balls gently slapped against her chin; the entirety of his cock submerged in her silky throat. With two of her three holes stuffed, Ginny felt as if a change in position was necessary. She felt Dean laying down behind her, allowing her to drape her body over his, spreading her legs as she lifted her crotch slightly to the air. Dean's cock remained lodged in her pussy as she planted her feet either side of his legs. Rocking her hips back and forth whilst remaining on the tips of her toes, Ginny was able to continue impale herself, all the while having back support from Dean's chest. Seamus was quick to straddle her chest, cupping Ginny's head in his hands. The position allowed him to fuck her throat, the boy becoming consumed by the lust of his wildest desires. He didn't think for a moment that Ginny didn't want to have her gullet fucked mercilessly and instead just drove himself back and forth with wild abandon, his cock carving into her wet, saliva-soaked throat. The sloppy wetness of the blowjob was heavenly for him, and whilst Ginny wasn't averse to a hard and merciless throat fuck, she definitely wasn't prepared for it and felt saliva beginning to trickle from her mouth, down onto her bouncing breasts.
Now, the question remained, where would the remaining three cocks find themselves. There were a couple tantalising options on offer, but they would have to wait their turn for the more riveting options. Harry was quick to step forwards and lay claim to the only intensely pleasurable spot available. He knew his girlfriend well and whilst she had forbidden anal from them, he knew that she could comfortably take a second cock in her pussy. Spreading her legs apart, Harry slapped the weight of his cock down between her cock-stuffed folds, his length throbbing against Dean's and giving Ginny a teaser for what was to come. Rocking his hips back and forth, Harry coated his cock in arousal and pre-cum, readying himself for that moment of penetration. He watched as Ginny's leg muscles tightened and twitched, her body seemingly desperate for the promised pleasure. Guiding the tip of his cock back to her entrance, Harry squeezed it up against Dean's, wrestling with her tight, constricted entrance. It took a little careful back and forth, alongside a tactful use of Harry's thumb in order to ease the head of his cock inside of her pussy. The three of them all moaned in unison as they shared the pleasure of Ginny's double-stuffed cunt. Ginny delighted in the waves of pleasure that came from having two cocks inside of her, whilst Harry and Dean shared in the bliss of Ginny's now immensely tightened pussy, alongside the friction of their two cocks gliding against one another. It took a little bit of slow and purposeful easing forwards for Harry's cock to slip entirely inside of her. But after a few moments, he was able to press his crotch against Ginny's shaven skin, his balls smacking gently against her folds, the pleasure of a double-penetration claiming the three of them. Ginny's moans may have been silenced amongst the sloppy, wet slaps of Seamus' throat-fucking, but that didn't stop Dean and Harry from groaning happily from the intense pleasure of sharing the tight redheaded whore between them.
Ron and Neville didn't have much choice other than to clamber to either side of Ginny and guide her talented hands to their cocks. Moans quickly flowed from their lips as Ginny jerked them off, her slickened hands running back and forth across their cocks with ease. Neither of them could complain that it wasn't pleasurable, but in comparison to the delight of double-stuffing a girl's already tight pussy or being submerged in the depths of their throat, the two of them couldn't help but feel short-changed. Harry took control of fucking Ginny's pussy. With Dean weighed down beneath the weight of Ginny's body and with Ginny now pinned in place beneath Harry, he was the only one able to move completely freely. As such, he was quick to start shifting his hips back and forth, pumping and pounding his cock into her awaiting cunt. Whilst immobilized, Dean and Ginny were still in a world of pleasure, savouring not only the feeling of being connected cock and cunt, but also from the delicious friction of Harry's thrusting cock. Thrust after thrust drove waves of pleasure through the three of them, with Ginny's muffled moans becoming increasingly loud and intense as she slobbered and slavered over Seamus' thick cock. Saliva dripped and trickled down her chin, even splattering and smearing across her busty chest, leaving her cleavage shimmering and perfectly lubed for a tit-fuck. Of course, Seamus was too consumed by the pleasure of fucking Ginny's throat to even notice the prime opportunity waiting for him between her ample, buxom breasts. Ron silently cursed the fact that Seamus was blocking him from being able to pump his own cock between his sister's delectable titties. Trying to keeps silent, Ron settled for Ginny's hand, which was by no means unpleasurable. It just paled in comparison to what was on offer.
"Right, you've had enough Seamus. Come on, let someone else have a go," Ron argued, nudging Seamus in hopes of dethroning him from his position astride Ginny's chest. His gently nudge did little to dissuade Seamus, who quickened his thrusts and turned to face Ron with a wide grin.
"What? Jealous that your sister loves my cock more than yours, eh?" he goaded, pumping his cock faster and faster, relishing the sound of his balls colliding with Ginny's chin, all the while remaining oblivious to Ginny rolling her eyes in frustration at the remark.
"Oh, just shut up and move aside," Ron protested, his cock throbbing in Ginny's motionless hand as she quickly let go of his cock as he made to force Seamus off of her. Remaining fixed in place, Seamus showed no signs of slowing down, instead doubling down on his position, insistent on remaining lodged in Ginny's throat.
"Sorry, I can't hear you over the gagging!" he called out as Ron grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down from on top of Ginny. Seamus' cock slipped out from her lips, allowing Ginny to let out a sigh of frustration as she watched the two of them get into a brawl, both of them keen to take up the place in front of Ginny's lips and have the beautiful redhead ravish their cocks. Of course, as they turned back to Ginny, both of them preparing to make their move, they were met with the sight of an opportunistic Neville having taken his place astride her chest, with Ginny's hands already running lovingly along his thighs, intent on rewarding his quiet conquering of her, "Look what you've done. Now Neville's having his go."
"Me? You couldn't just shift to the side and let me have a shot," Ron snapped, shoving Seamus as he watched Neville slap his meaty cock between Ginny's tits. Ron groaned in frustration as Neville slid his cock between Ginny's cleavage, making use of the perfectly lubricated channel for his own personal pleasure.
"She's your sister. You probably get to fuck her everyday at breakfast during the holidays," Seamus snapped, his cock on the edge of an orgasm. He didn't dare drop his hand down to his cock out of fear of losing the possibility to have Ginny push him over the edge. Ginny was such a stunning girl that he had relished the opportunity to do anything sexual with her. Now here he was, begrudgingly sat on the side-lines whilst his friends and room-mates openly ravished her in all the ways he wanted to.
"She isn't an object just to be fucked. If you two are so desperate to have a nice sloppy blowjob, then why don't you do us all a favour and suck each other's dicks. That way we might get some peace and quiet," Ginny groaned in frustration, finally cutting the two of them down to size as they blushed softly. They shared an awkward look with one another before turning their backs and taking up positions either side of Ginny, both hoping that she would still oblige them with a meagre handjob.
Neville couldn't hide the smirk on his face as Ginny offered him a playful wink. With his cock sandwiched between her breasts, he slowly began to push and pull his hips, the silky friction of her lubricated skin making for the perfect pocket of pleasure. The soft embrace of her flesh was utterly divine and was made all the more enjoyable when Ginny guided Neville's hands to her tits, encouraging him to squeeze them together to create an even more encompassing pocket of bliss. The way he soft tits spilled over and against one another, smothering his cock in the more delightful of ways, all the while her hot breath sent waves of shivering pleasure along Neville's cock. Pumping his hips back and forth, he let his desire for pleasure consume him, growing more and more uncharacteristically ravenous. Pounding his hips back and forth, he felt his balls colliding with her soft skin, the loud and rhythmic slapping sounds of his thrusts taking centre stage. The swing of his thrusts brought his cock so far forwards that it began to prod and push against Ginny's lips, teasing Neville with the prospect of gliding into her welcoming mouth. Ginny was not one to tease for very long, quickly parting her lips and suckling on the head of his cock whenever it slipped into her mouth. Her tongue flicked and teased the sensitive tip, lapping and licking at the purplish flesh. Speeding up faster and faster, Neville couldn't help but let out deep groan of pleasure as the curl of her tongue caused his balls to tighten and several thick strands of cum spurted from his cock. The first strand land squarely in Ginny's mouth, with the second streaking across her face. The rest were drizzled across her buxom chest, lathering her already slickened tits in a liberal amount of cum. Breathless, Neville pulled back, rolling off of Ginny and making his way to his own bed to lay down. Ron was quick to attempt to leap on top of Ginny, only to have her stop him.
"Time for a change in position. This isn't doing my back any favours," Ginny interrupted, gesturing for Harry to pull out. Doing so, Harry dropped his hand to his arousal-soaked cock, gently jerking himself off as Ginny clambered off of Dean. Kneeling on the bed, she turned to the four rock-hard boys and asked a simple question, "Who wants to be on bottom?"
"Me!" Seamus immediately piped up, only to have Ginny look at him questioningly. It wasn't that she had anything against Seamus, but rather that she wanted a decent orgasm out of this. And Seamus was on the verge of exploding already. She didn't want to slam her hips down once and have him done.
"Really? You're this close to cumming?" Ginny argued, watching as Seamus remained defiant. He was stubborn. But she was more so. Grabbing him by his dick, she pulled him to the edge of the bed and pumped her hand a few times along his cock. Immediately, his expression changed from one of comfortable pleasure, to someone fighting the urge to orgasm. Seeing that she was correct, she let a perverse grin stretch across her lips as she leant into his ear and goaded him on, teasing and taunting him, "Go on… You know you want to. Just… Let loose…"
It didn't take long at all for Seamus to relent, allowing her hand to milk a pent-up orgasm from his balls. Strand after strand of cum splattered across her stomach, streaking across her pale skin and leaving her an even stickier mess. Making sure to give Seamus a decent orgasm, she continued to stroke him with her silky hand until he was drained completely dry, all before gently kissing him on the neck and playfully spanking him on the ass in order to send him on his way. Grabbing Dean's wand from his bedside table, Ginny used it to cast a cleaning spell on herself, wiping away the cum that coated her body. Setting the wand aside, she turned to the remaining three who needed to cum.
"Told you. Harry. Lay on your back will you," Ginny instructed, taking control of the situation. Laying back, Harry grabbed his cock and angled it upright, watching as Ginny swung her leg over his waist and brought her pusssy down onto the cock. Within a matter of moments, she had her boyfriend's cock lodged deep within her pussy, the two of them grinding their crotches together in the way that had done so many times before. Harry let his hands roam her stunning body, groping and squeezing her sumptuous breasts and giving her ass a firm fondle. Harry adored her ass. If he had it his way, he would only ever fuck Ginny from behind in order to savour the delightful clapping of plump, bouncing flesh. Not that he was complaining. Being balls deep in Ginny was heaven enough, no matter the position. Leaning her body forwards, Ginny pressed her tits against Harry's chest, the two of them sharing a brief, fleeting kiss before Ginny's mouth was drawn elsewhere. Dean lifted Ginny's chin and guided his cock towards her mouth. Taking his length in her hand, she gently jerked him off as she wrapped her lips around his cock and savouring the unique combination of pre-cum and the taste of her own pussy. Lapping wildly with her tongue, she quickly cleaned Dean's cock-head, replacing the slickness with her saliva. She was about to take his cock deep into her throat, only to have her attention drawn elsewhere as she quickly pulled her mouth away and snapped, "Ron! I told you. No anal!"
"Oh, come on Gin. I've had nothing but a handjob up until now. Why can't I fuck you in your ass?" Ron groaned, begrudgingly pulling his cock away from Ginny's puckered entrance. He had been all but a push away from slipping inside of her clutching depths and was disappointed that despite all the pleasure she was experienced, Ginny remained determined to leave her ass unfucked. It wasn't like she was averse to anal anyway. She loved a cock up her ass every now and again. Everyone at Hogwarts did.
"Because I say so. How about I go grab a strapon and ram it up your arse?" Ginny growled, having half a mind to tell Ron that all he was going to get from her would be a dry handjob. However, before their argument could escalate any further, the door to the dormitory swung open once more, with an all too familiar face appearing.
"What's going on in here?" Mrs Weasley asked, stepping into the room and immediately drawing the lustful attention of the arousal-soaked students. Molly was a demure woman, with a mature flare. Where Ginny was toned and well-shaped, Molly bore the plumpness of her age, with a rounder figure and frame. But that didn't stop her from boasted a delicious allure. Her pillowy breasts were enough to capture anyone's imagination and whilst her ass was large and squashy, it held well on her frame barely sagging it all. Her pussy was a nest of fiery red hair, with the woman opting for a more natural look than the bare-shaven look that a lot of the young people at the school preferred. Mrs Weasley had only heard the argument as she passed by, but upon entering the room and seeing two of her children amidst a small group fuck-session, she softened her expression, "Oh… Hello dears. Something the matter?"
"We're just punishing Ginny for being in the boy's dormitory. Aren't we, Ginny?" Ron said snidely, sharply spanking one of his sister's ass cheeks, watching it bounce and jiggle as her creamy flesh turned a little redder, "Which is why I think a good ass-fucking is ideal."
"And I already said, no. You can fuck me anywhere else but my ass. What's so difficult about that to understand?" Ginny snapped, growing increasingly annoyed that she couldn't just go back to that pleasure-fuelled haze of having two cocks in her pussy and one down her throat. Instead, she had to use her mouth to bicker back and forth with a brother who just couldn't just share her cunt.
"Are you not letting them fuck your ass, Ginevra?" Mrs Weasley asked sternly, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she glared firmly at Ginny. The youngest Weasley bowed her head, twisting her face away from her mother, knowing full well that the look on Mrs Weasley's face was the one she wore before letting loose some disciplinary action. Taking Ginny's silence as her answer, Molly sighed disappointedly, "Well, we can't have that. I did not raise a prude, Miss Weasley!"
"Mum! I've got Quidditch Trials later. I can't be riding a broom after being fucked in the ass," Ginny pleaded, her voice bearing an almost whining tone as she did her best to appeal to her mother. Ron knelt nearby, a widening grin on his face, whilst everyone else in the room looked on with furtive enthusiasm for the firm and commanding woman that was about to discipline her daughter. Both Seamus and Neville were stroking their rapidly hardening cocks, eagerly watching as Mrs Weasley climbed onto the bed beside Ginny.
"Enough! You know the rules and I won't have a daughter of mine refuse to offer her asshole up when being punished for snooping around the boy's dorms," Mrs Weasley snapped, lifting both of her hands and bringing them cracking down against Ginny's ass. Yelping loudly, Ginny wriggled atop Harry, shifting her weight back and forth, causing her pussy to squeeze tightly around his veiny length. Harry looked up at Ginny, seeing the looks of protest on her face. But also noticing the subtle tinge of pink glowing in her cheeks. An embarrassed hue that betrayed her true feelings towards the domineering presence of her dommy-mommy. Mrs Weasley sunk her hands into Ginny's ass cheeks, peeling them apart to unveiled her tight, puckered asshole winking and teasing her with its seemingly pristine, untouched perfection. Of course, Mrs Weasley knew better than this, as she had seen her daughter take cock after cock up her ass. But that didn't stop it from always puckering back up to its perfectly pinched state, "Now let's see here. No lubrication. Just a spot of spit ought to do it."
Of course, just a spot of spit in Mrs Weasley's mind was something wildly different to most people's assumption. Instead of simply drizzling a mouthful of saliva down onto her hole, Molly lunged forwards with her tongue, running the wriggling muscle right up against her daughter's puckered hole. Ginny moaned loudly, her body seizing with pleasure as her mother devouring her clutching entrance, lapping wildly and hungrily with the tip of her tongue. With her age came a trained oral dexterity that allowed her tongue to twist and weave in the most magnificent of ways, flicking and curling against the most sensitive portions of her Ginny's ass, only to suddenly lunge to another in a matter of seconds. Mrs Weasley would combine long fluid brushes with the flat of her tongue with precise darting plunges with the tip, weaving them together in a pleasurable dance. She quickly let go of Ginny's ass cheeks, letting them bounce back into place and smother her in her daughter's flesh. Instead, Molly dropped one hand down to Harry's balls, deciding that she might as well offer him some pleasure as she devoured Ginny's arse. The other hand hooked around Ginny's waist and held the girl in place, stopping her from wriggling. It didn't take long for Ginny's asshole to be agleam with a thin layer of spittle, but even that didn't suffice for Molly. She wanted her daughter's ass to be slickened in every possible way. And as such, she was quick to press the tip of her tongue against the centre of her ass, all before plunging the entire length of her wriggling tongue all the way inside of her clutching, unsuspecting asshole, sending a crashing wave of pleasure surging through her body.
Needless to say, the perverse display of mother ravishing daughter was enough to get everyone watching. Even Harry was craning his neck from beneath Ginny in order to get a look of the pleasure-consumed face of Molly Weasley as she lapped wildly at Ginny's hole. Neville and Seamus were jerking off eagerly on the opposite side of the room, whilst Dean did the same thing. Dean had been savouring Ginny's oral skills, but with the visual delight of Mrs Weasley at work, he found himself pumping his hand faster and faster along his cock, driving himself closer to the edge of an orgasm. Suddenly, his cock sprayed a strand of cum, letting loose his orgasm. He didn't stop jerking himself off as he watched Molly at work. Not for a single moment did Dean consider it a wasted opportunity. Sure, Ginny's throat would have been nice, but sometimes a good visual aid is all you need for a sublime orgasm. Oblivious to all this, Molly focused on the job at hand, curling her tongue inside of Ginny and exploring her tight depths. Whilst her puckered asshole didn't betray her anal skills, the inside of her ass did. Whilst she was still immensely tight, her hole had a spryness about it that Molly recognised as the tell-tale sign of a well-fucked ass. Hers was much the same. Molly couldn't help but chuckle. Like mother, like daughter. Rocking her tongue back and forth, she loosened Ginny up as much as she could before running her tongue around the fringes of her asshole one last time, making sure that every last portion of her ass was sufficiently lubricated. Confident that she had done a good enough job, Molly pulled away, spreading Ginny's ass cheeks apart and admiring her handiwork. The once perfectly puckered asshole was now lightly agape and slick with spittle. Proud of her work, she leant in and planted one last kiss on her clutching hole before pulling away entirely.
"Mwah! There we go. Nice and ready. Come on Ron, dear. Get nice and close now. Don't be afraid. She might be tight, but she's a Weasley through and through," Molly smiled, ushering Ron into place behind his sister. Shuffling behind Ron, Molly pressed her body against his back, her breasts squeezing up against Ron's shoulder-blades and her wiry pubic hair bristling against his toned ass cheeks. Reaching around him, Molly grasped her son by his cock, giving his gleaming length a few pumps with her hand. Drizzling some spittle onto his cock, she worked it into length, ensuring he was sufficiently lubricated. Guiding his cock into place against Ginny's asshole, she let go, allowing Ron to take charge under her careful tutorship.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked, confused by her mother's words. A Weasley through and through? What did that mean? How did that of all things pertain to Ginny's anal abilities. It was a strange turn of phrase and one made even more revealing by Mrs Weasley's explanation.
"Well, I've never known a Weasley to not be able to take a cock in their ass. But that's by the by. Harry dear, keep fucking her pussy. Nice and slow now… There we go," Mrs Weasley smiled, giving Harry's balls a gentle squeeze and coaxing him into gently and lazily fucking Ginny's pussy. Slowly shifting his hips, he did his best whilst pinned beneath the pleasure-ridden redhead. Ron pressed the head of his cock against Ginny's asshole, her puckered entrance peeling effortlessly apart. Slowly, he dipped inside, allowing his cock to slowly enter her clutching ass. Ginny grunted at the feeling of being anally impaled, but that grunt was quickly replaced by a soft moan of pleasure. The complimentary sensations of having her pussy gently fucked and her ass steadily penetrated, made for a unique blend of satisfaction and pain. In its simplest form, Ginny relished the feeling of being steadily full. The moments when Ron and Harry's cocks were pushing into her in tandem were heavenly, even if Ron was moving at a slow crawl and Harry a quickened bounce. Regardless, it didn't take long for Ron to press his crotch firmly against Ginny's ass, the two moaning in unison as Mrs Weasley cooed her approval. Massaging her son and daughter's ass cheeks, she gave them both a soft and gentle squeeze, "All the way in. Balls deep. There we go. Good girl. You can take a cock up your ass perfectly fine, so stop complaining. Right then, Ron dear. She's all yours. But be careful. She's still your sister. Hurt her too much and I won't hesitate to bend you over myself."
"Yes, mum…" Ron murmured in response, knowing full well the extent of his mother's threats. Whilst he wasn't averse to the odd anal experience, when Mrs Weasley decided to punish someone with one of her strapons, they would feel the effects for days if not weeks after. Slowly starting to bounce his hips back and forth, Ron quickly fell in a slow methodical rhythm, his cock carving effortlessly in and out of Ginny's clutching rear end. Soon enough, he was pumping his entire length comfortable back and forth, his balls gently smacking his sister's bum. Seeing that Ron was moving, Harry began to do his best to thrust up into Ginny, wanting to mitigate what little discomfort she was feeling with a wealth of pleasure. His lips quickly found themselves mauling Ginny's breasts as he pounded up into her, and soon enough, all three of them were moaning in harmonious unison. It was quite the sight for Molly to behold, but one she didn't have long to admire before she was distracted.
"Good. You had better play nice… What? I…" Mrs Weasley gasped, glancing to her sides as she felt several pairs of hands beginning to caress her skin. It didn't take long for her to find the lustful faces of Neville, Seamus and Dean surrounding her, their hands groping and pulling at her body. Dean stepped in front of her, his hands running down to her wild and untamed pussy. Threading his digits through her nest, he felt her arousal, his other hand casually brushing the soft skin of her thigh. Neville went for her breasts, planting soft kisses across her mound of pillowy flesh. With seemingly endless expanses before him, he salivated as he kissed them, licking his tongue across her soft and creamy skin. Seamus took her ass, dropping to his knees behind her and sinking his fingers into the massive cheeks in front of him. He let out a low, hoarse growl of approval as he struggled to peel them apart, the sheer weight and meatiness of them almost overwhelming him. Not one to turn down such an advance, Mrs Weasley made it clear her arousal, moaning softly as she inquired, "What are you three doing?"
"Well, I'm afraid the rules are the rules, Mrs Weasley. No girls are allowed in the boy's dormitory. Those that break the rules have to be punished," Seamus grinned eagerly, lifting his hand and playfully smacking the older woman's ass, watching her ass cheeks bounce and jiggle in the most magnificent way, her pussy quivering at the sharp biting sting of having her ass spanked like that.
"Oh, my… I… Well, in that case, who am I to resist such handsome young men," Molly mewled softly, melting into Neville and Dean's arms, clinging to them as the mauled her with their lips and fingers. Her hands went instinctively to the boy's crotches, her fingers finding their cocks as if she was trained to do so. Feigning a playful gasp at the size of their manhood, Molly committed entirely to the act of the ravished older woman, her chest heaving with excitement, "With such big cocks as well… I can't remember the last time I had three big cocks like this. I do hope you'll be gentle with an old woman like me. Not too gentle…"
"Ugh… Can you two hurry up. I'm not sure I can handle anymore of mum like this," Ginny groaned, rolling her eyes at the words her mother was saying. If Ginny wasn't mistaken, the last time Molly had three big cocks like this was the day before yesterday. If there was one thing Ginny couldn't stand it was watching her mother have sex with her friends. She could enjoy it when it was her and Mrs Weasley alone. Or within the family. But as soon as Molly got her hands on someone young, virile and willing to pound her like a whore, she suddenly became this meek, little slut, keen to pleasure whoever. She preferred the firm Mrs Weasley. The one that would deck herself in leather and make your ass burn a bright blistering red. Not this… coy Mrs Weasley.
Harry and Ron couldn't complain. The sounds of Molly making love were quite exceptional. Her hands caressed and massaged along Dean and Seamus' lengths, groping and squeezing them as they lavished her. Seamus continued to smack Mrs Weasleys' ass, relishing each squeal of delight that came from her lips, blissfully unaware of the fact that it would take a lot more than that to get a legitimate squeal of painful pleasure from Molly. Taking Ginny at her request, both Ron and Harry sped up, slamming and carving themselves into the youngest Weasley, pounding away without a care in the world. Ginny's moans peaked louder and louder, her voice cracking as she felt the well of pleasure beginning to twist in her core, sumptuous rush of an orgasm almost managing to burst free and consume her. Each thrust of the two cocks inside her pushed her closer and closer, but she needed something else. It wasn't until she felt Harry's tongue brush lazily against one of her nipples that she realised exactly what she needed to let loose the font of exquisite pleasure. Reaching a hand up to one of her nipples, she pinched it firmly, twisting it to the point of pain, her teeth gritting tightly. Letting go, the nipple relaxed, the warm rush of satisfying pleasure pushing her into the realm of pleasurable oblivion, her pussy spasming and clenching tightly around Harry's cock.
The two boys took Ginny's orgasm as the end of their fun. Speeding their thrusts up for that one last push, they drove themselves over the edge, burying themselves balls deep in the right redhead and letting loose several thick torrents of cum in tandem. Ginny let out a soft coo of satisfaction as her insides were splattered with their sex. Pregnancy had long since been a concern of the past. Between readily available pregnancy potions and contraceptive spells that could be activated and deactivated with a wave of a wand, the feeling of being pumped full of cum was no longer associated with fraught panic. Rolling off of Harry, Ginny turned to look at her mother, wincing at the sight of her and Dean locking lips, their tongue battling wildly in their mouths, hot and heavy moans being shared between them whilst she jerked his meaty black cock and he pumped her pussy with three, soon to be four of his fingers. Neville had completely smothered himself in Molly's tits, bouncing his lips back and forth like a child in a candy-shop, unsure which delightful expanse of flesh to savour next. And all of this was complimented by the continuous spanking of Seamus, the boy hypnotised by the rippling majesty that came from spanking such a plump ass. It was the kiss that caused Ginny to roll her eyes and clamber of the bed.
"Right, let's go Harry. I… I can't stand mum when she's like this. She becomes all… slutty. It's… Are you coming Ron?" Ginny breathed, grabbing a wand and cleaning herself up. Turning to Ron, Ginny immediately saw through him. He had every intention of staying, yet the deep blush on his cheeks was giving his pause.
"I er… No… I've got… I've got something I need to…" he stammered as he looked between Ginny and his mother, trying to decide who to go with. His cock was already beginning to harden and if there was one thing he had leant in his sexual career. No one sucks cock like mum.
"You can just say that you like it when our mum acts like a teenage slut… wouldn't be the weirdest part about our family," Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes once again. Their family was weird, but she was used to it. Turning to Harry, she saw a similar inspired gleam in his eye, "Harry?"
"I suppose I'll cash in on the orgasm your mum owes me later," Harry conceded, turning towards the door to the dormitories. Grabbing a cloak, he tightened it around his neck and stowed his wand amidst the folds. Both he and Ginny made their way out of the room, allowing Ron to rush to join the orgy with a ravenous desire, Molly moaning happily at her son's avid enthusiasm over her plump and juicy body.
"Just as long as I'm nowhere nearby. She's particularly bad with you," Ginny added as she and Harry wound their way down to the common-room. The common room wasn't nearly as occupied as either of them expected. There were a handful of people lounging on the sofa and the couches, all of them naked, but no one engaged in anything wild. A few had their cocks in their hands or their fingers amidst their pussies. One was resting their head on the thigh of a friend, casually suckling on the softened head of their cock, a trickle of cum rolling down their chin from the orgasm had they had just swallowed. The only thing of note in the common-room was Lavender Brown who was still sprawled butt-naked over the table that she had been left on, cum splattered across her face, breasts, pussy and thighs. Her folds were still slick with arousal and slightly parted, her eyes rolled shut as she gently slept. She had made herself the centre of attention last night, much to everyone's amusement. Even Harry's. His offering, whilst undecipherable amidst the copious amounts, was still spread across Lavender's stomach.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, returning to her comment amount Molly. The two stooped out of the portrait of the fat-lady, the busty old painting having taken a similarly sexual change to her attire. The top of her pale pink dress was pulled down to expose her buxom chest, her puffy pink nipples perfectly captured in acrylic paint.
"Oh, Harry dear, you've got such a big cock, Harry dear. Oh, be a dear and ram your big fat cock down my throat, Harry," Ginny mewled, feigning her mother's voice as she reached inside of Harry's cloak and cradled his cock as if it were some pristine artefact, all before pulling away, "Ugh…"
"You know I've seen the two of you fucking each other like your lives depend on it. Complain about it all you want. But you love slutty Mrs Weasley," Harry argued, having remembered the wild summer holidays at the Burrow and Grimauld Place. Ginny and Mrs Weasley were like a sexual duo in situations like that. Sucking cock back-to-back, getting hammered from behind whilst they kissed, delighting everyone with a little lesbian show. Ginny scoffed, prompting Harry to push her firmly up against the wall, the heat of his breath immediately capturing her attention. As he spoke, her performed each of his spoken actions, making sure to utterly delight Ginny as he did so, "I remember the time when she had you pinned against the wall, her big pillowy tits smothering yours, her hand brushing circles across your clit. She brought your head down to her nipples and you devoured them like a hungry little slut. She teased your pussy, plunging finger after finger into your dripping wet pussy, moans flooding from your mouth as you struggled to control the spilling juicy flesh of her tits. And what did you moan when she pushed you onto your knees and brought her hairy pussy towards your lips."
"Mummy…" Ginny moaned softly, without thinking. As soon as the word escaped her lips, her cheeks turned beet red and her face burned with a fury. Harry sidled backwards, having made his point as Ginny tried to decide whether to explode in anger or quietly accept defeat. Meekly, she murmured in a seething voice, "I hate you…"
"Only because I'm right," Harry smirked, turning and leading the way down the corridor, the two quickly slipping back into their playful back and forth, Ginny thinking about what truly got under her skin. Maybe it was just a crossing of boundaries. At school she was one person and at home another. And with her mother now at school so often, the lines were being blurred.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Ginny groaned, brushing Harry thoughts aside as they sauntered through the classrooms, strutting past several salacious pairings locked in the battles of oral sex, their hands groping and pulling at one another's bodies as they devoured each other's anatomies. It was almost enough to inspire the two to stop and make a show of their own.
"I think you're just angry that she made you let Ron fuck you in the ass," Harry smirked, watching as Ginny's face tightened up immensely. When Ginny put her mind to something, it was more often than not sure to become a reality. And no one was safe from her determination. Not even her mother.
"If I don't get on the team this year, I'm going to take both Mum and Ron, string them up and fuck their asses until they can't walk straight," Ginny said, putting to words her perverse intentions. The seriousness in her eyes almost made Harry crack as he almost told her the truth about the trials.
"You'll get on the team. Trust me," Harry simply said, unable to hide his smile completely. Ginny quickly caught on, seeing the smile and immediately beginning to question him. As the Gryffindor Seeker, Harry was a part of the team, meaning he knew exactly what trials were in place for the team.
"What's that smirk for? I don't like that one bit," Ginny asked, trying to stop Harry as they entered the Great Hall. But he kept his mouth shut about the trials. Not wanting to ruin the surprise. To say that Angelina Johnson wasn't prioritising the Quidditch would be an understatement. In her mind, the Gryffindor Quidditch Team was an opportunity for the fittest Gryffindors to be in one room, every week. Her enthusiasm for Quidditch had waned in the face of the sexual awakening of Hogwarts and she was looking not only for a competent team, but also a sexual talented, attractive and voracious one. In her mind, it doesn't matter how well you pass a quaffle, if you can't suck cock or eat pussy. In other words, Ginny didn't have to worry about her place on the team. Harry could attest to that.
Author's Note: So, what did you guys think of that? It was a lot of fun to write and I think it turned out quite well. Impulsive, filthy smut. Sometimes, folk just need something to jerk off to. And I am more than happy to oblige. With that in mind, feel free to leave some suggestions. I'm always looking for kinky ideas and when it comes to this story, it doesn't matter how tenuous the set-up is. It's all about that juicy smutty goodness.
When it comes to the next chapter, I'm thinking either some public sex in the Great Hall, maybe a revisit to see Molly Weasley ravish the Gryffindor boys, or something else entirely. Till next time!