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Weekend at the Weasleys

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Friday Night

"The boys are such idiots!" Angelina said, which made the other girls giggle. George, Bill, Ron, and Harry had challenged each other to a Quidditch face-off even though the orchard had been drenched from days of nonstop rain. In the end, all four of them were absolutely covered in mud. Each had scampered off to try and find a way to clean themselves, considering that the Burrow only had one bathroom. The women were now forced to wait for them so that they could eat lunch.

"Boys will be boy…" Molly suddenly stopped as she spotted something in the distance. The girls decided to take a stroll through the orchard since this was the first day of sunshine in over a week. Now Molly was sticking her head through a tall, thin shrub.

"What are you…?" Hermione asked only to get shushed by her mother-in-law.

"Oh my!" they heard Molly gasp. Fleur, tired of waiting on an answer from the older woman, nudged her aside and stuck her head into the shrub.

"Mon Dieu!" she gasped. Hermione, Ginny, and Angie looked at one another and each stuck their heads into the shrub. Molly shrugged her shoulders and put hers in as well. Girls will be girls after all!

Soft gasps were released as the Weasley women watched Harry Potter, who was standing by a small pond, use his wand to spray his nude body with water. They watched all of the mud, muck, and dirt slide off of his delectable body and expose soft skin and hard muscles.

"He wasn't that ripped when I dated him!" Ginny whispered furiously as she kept her eyes on her ex-boyfriend's body. She was shushed as they watched him continue.

The thick smattering of mud finally dropped off of his lower half, and the girls nearly fainted when a monster cock was revealed.

"Do you see how thick it is?!" Angie hissed while Fleur licked her lips.

"It must be seven inches while soft! Look! It is flopping around," she shuddered while studying the swinging beast. Meanwhile, Ginny was kicking herself for not taking advantage of their relationship while she could. They had been dating during school, but they decided to break things off early on. She was pissed that she could have been bouncing on that thing instead of the tiny pricks that she was used to.

"Well … that is … um … very nice … very nice, indeed," Molly was at a loss for words.

"Nice?!" Hermione turned and looked at her incredulously. "It's magnificent!"

"Oui! Magnifique!" Fleur's sexy French was suddenly pronounced. Hermione rolled her eyes. Any time that there was a good-looking man around, she suddenly started sounding much more French than usual. Once Harry's body was nice and clean, they watched him wave his wand and dry himself off. He cleaned his clothes before putting them back on. Not wanting to get caught, the girls scampered away, back toward the house.

When the rest of the men showed up, they were finally able to eat. Harry couldn't explain it, but he had a feeling that the women of the family were acting a bit nicer than normal. The men were as gormless as ever, arguing about Quidditch scores or who would win in a fight, Dumbledore or Bruce Lee. After everyone had had their fill, the boys went back outside to toss the quaffle around. Hermione, however, had stopped Harry from joining.

"I need your help for a minute," she told him, taking him by the hand and dragging him into Ron's old room.

"What can I help you with?" Harry wondered.

"Well … it's a bit embarrassing … but I need you to check my breasts for lumps."

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, shocked by her request.

"Ron thinks it's mental and doesn't give any credit to the muggle way! Breast cancer is serious business! My life is in your hands!" she told him passionately. Harry didn't know that magical people didn't get cancer.

"Well … I …"

Hermione, however, pressed her shapely bottom against his crotch and grabbed his hands. She slid them up her smooth belly very slowly, letting him feel inch after inch of her sensuous skin. As his hands burrowed underneath her t-shirt, Harry felt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Just as his fingers brushed the underside of her breasts, he thought that he felt her ass rubbing against his cock for a moment. He may have been mistaken, he thought. When his hands gripped her bouncy breasts, there was no mistaking it. Hermione moaned and ground her ass against him.

"Mmm. That feels good, Harry!" she gasped as his fingers brushed over her rock-hard nipples.

"What about Ron?" Harry asked, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

"He doesn't care about anything but Quidditch," she told him, biting her lip as her eyes fluttered. She suddenly jumped when he unbuttoned her jeans and stuffed his hand down the front of her panties. "Harry! What are you …?"

"I'm checking you for pussy cancer. Can't be too careful," he explained in a joking manner as his fingers stroked her wet slit, and he smeared her juices all over her pussy.

Hermione couldn't believe that she was doing this. It was so unlike her. She grabbed his hand and pressed it harder against her slit. Grinding hard against him, her body was rocked with mini orgasms that just kept going and going. Soon, the scent of her womanhood was strong in the room. She raised her arms behind her head and played with his hair as one hand fondled her tits while the other finger-fucked her wet pussy.

"You're squeezing my fingers a little tightly," he teased while her walls fluttered over his digits. Pulling out of her, he moved his fingers to her throbbing clit. As he toyed with the hard, little bead, Hermione gasped wildly and arched her back. Rapidly, he flicked his fingers over her clit, loving the way that her body grooved with his. He was just about to unbutton her jeans and pull them down when the door began to open. Hermione wiggled from his grasp and fixed herself up in a panic. Seeing that it was Ginny, Hermione sighed in relief and smiled at him.

"I'll talk to you in a bit," she told him as she slid past Ginny. As she did, Ginny sniffed and glared at her. Hermione smirked at the redhead as she made her way out of the room. When the door had shut, Ginny smiled and scooched up to Harry.

"Hey, Harry! I'm planning on spending the weekend here at the Burrow. I was hoping that you'd do the same, you know … just so I can have someone to talk to …" she smiled sweetly while "accidentally" rubbing her hip against his jean-covered cock.

Harry held back a groan. His cock was already too hard and felt like it was about to blow. He also wondered about what had happened to the guy that she had been dating. In the end, that wasn't his concern though. "Umm … sure. I don't have much going on. I'll stay for the weekend," he told her. Her smile got big.

"Brilliant! Then we'll definitely be seeing each other later," she smiled while her fingers brushed over the bulge in his pants. After she left the room, Harry took a moment to compose himself.

Meanwhile, the rest of the girls had heard about Ginny staying the weekend and suddenly thought that it was a brilliant idea. They convinced Bill, George, and Ron to take the next couple of days off and travel abroad for a rousing weekend of attending international Quidditch games. Wanting to get the show on the road, the boys decided that after dinner, they would depart for their weekend of fun. The girls couldn't have been happier.

Harry had gone home and grabbed a few things before returning to the Burrow and setting up shop in Ron's old room. He was unpacking his bag when someone walked in. Turning, he saw Fleur's gorgeous face staring back at him. Harry smiled at the lovely girl.

"Hey, Fleur. What can I do for you?" he asked, tossing his spare clothes in a drawer. She walked right up to him. His eyes were immediately drawn to her blouse. There were several buttons open that created a deep crevice between her luscious tits.

"I bought some new perfume, and Bill says that 'e does not care for it," Fleur fake pouted. "I need another man's opinion," she explained as she pulled Harry against her. She didn't pay attention to his yelp as she pulled his head down and buried it in her neck. She smiled sexily as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck while her body wiggled against him

Harry thought that she smelled incredible. The perfume mixed with her natural scent had his cock threatening to burst right out of his trousers. He placed his hands on her wide, inviting hips to keep her body steady when she suddenly moved and his face landed right in her deep cleavage.

"OH! 'Arry! You are such a naughty boy! Taking advantage of me like this," she giggled as she held the back of his head and rubbed her tits all over his face. His cries of innocence were muffled by her big, bouncy breasts. Then she "accidentally" made them fall onto the bed where she landed on her back, and he landed right on top of her. With her legs spread wide, her skirt was pushed all the way up, exposing her white panties with the obvious wet patch.

"I knew that you could not wait to get your 'ands on me! Now you've thrown me down and wish to take me in every way possible. Do your worst, you beast!" she gasped, rubbing her panty-covered pussy all over his bulge.

"Fleur?! Where are you?" they heard Bill's voice in the distance. Fleur gasped.

" 'e probably wishes to tell me goodbye. Your perverted actions toward me will 'ave to wait. Until then …" she told him, standing up and reaching underneath her skirt. She slid her wet panties off of her perfect legs and tossed them at him. As they hit his face, he caught the mind-numbing scent of her pussy. "You can jack-off into these," Fleur finished and leaned in. She kissed him deeply while her hands felt up his entire body. He had just squeezed her bare ass when they heard Bill call out for her again. She slapped his hands away from underneath her skirt and fixed herself up before leaving the room.

Poor Harry looked down at his cock in shock. Was he ever going to get relief? He was only pondering this for thirty seconds before someone new decided to visit him. A loud giggle brought him out of his stupor.

"Let me guess …" Angelina told him while he stood there with a massive bulge in his pants and holding a pair of wet panties. " … Fleur got you worked up and told you to cum in her panties?" she asked. Harry numbly nodded. She shook her head. "That girl has a serious kinky fantasy about having men use her panties to masturbate. She needs to get a grip. But anyway …" she said, snatching the panties from his hand.

"Like always, I'll be a good teammate and make sure that you finish strong," Angie told him, dropping down to her knees while pulling her t-shirt off. Harry watched and gasped as her big tits spilled out and bounced around while she undid his pants and pulled them halfway down his thighs. "George went to get some stuff for his weekend away, but he'll be back in a few minutes. So, unfortunately, I don't have enough time to take care of you properly. This will have to do …" she told him while pulling down his boxers and letting his massive cock spring free.

Angelina wrapped Fleur's fragrant panties around the base of his cock and started jacking him off with them. The skill of her hand mixed with the silkiness of Fleur's panties had Harry throwing his head back and moaning. Angelina smiled as he moaned loudly.

"You like how good your captain takes care of you?" she teased, using her free hand to cup his balls. She gently massaged them while her other hand began moving faster and faster.

"Merlin, YES!" he moaned again. He looked down to see that she was looking up at him and smiling. Her big, beautiful tits were jiggling around, and he could see that her dark brown nipples were as hard as rocks. He couldn't help himself. He reached down and squeezed her naked breast. Seeing that she didn't mind, he moved his fingers to her nipple and rolled one around while lightly tugging on it. Angelina bit her lip sexily and let out a soft moan.

"I wish I had the time right now to sit on your cock until I came. That will have to wait though," she shuddered as his hand switched back and forth between her breasts. When she leaned in and began kissing him around his cock, Harry couldn't hold back any longer.

"Angie, I …!"

He didn't get to finish before she took the head of his cock into her mouth and started sucking the cum straight from his shaft. Her hand furiously beat his cock while her other hand massaged the cum from his balls. Eventually, her mouth overfilled and cum dripped down her chest and over her tits. More cum kept spurting until her breasts were nearly painted. His white cum looked spectacular against the backdrop of her brown skin. Angie giggled and used Fleur's panties to clean herself. Kissing his cock, she fixed herself up and left his room, tossing the soiled panties in the bin.

"Thanks, Angie!" was the only thing that he could think of saying.