Before she could struggle or scream, Draco's hands held tightly onto her hair as he thrust into her mouth, and Blaise took a hold of her hips and plunged into her core.
Ginny screamed around Draco's cock as Blaise stretched her, pressing in to the hilt and dragging back out, thrusting in hard and relentlessly. He was so big, she could almost feel herself breaking in half with every thrust of his hips, every sharp stab inside her with his impressive manhood.
Draco's cock was not as long as Blaise's but just as wide, and big enough by any standards. He fisted her hair as he thrust into her mouth, losing his self control as his eyes rolled at the feeling of her lips around his cock.
A rhythm developed soon, where Blaise would thrust into Ginny and she would move forward involuntarily, taking Draco deeper into her mouth, moaning around him as Blaise pulled out, gripping tightly on her hips to thrust straight back into her again. The feeling was indescribable – Ginny had never felt so good, or so used. The abuse they were putting her through was almost unbearable but at the same time it was so exciting – she'd never felt such a thrill before.
Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, she felt the pressure building again, boiling inside her and so quick she almost didn't realise it was happening, she climaxed, her muscles clenching around Blaise's pistoning cock and her throat caressing Draco's as she cried out loudly.
Blaise growled and grasped a hold of her wrists, holding her arms for better leverage as he continued pounding into her, rattling the desk as Draco grasped her hair, gasping for air as he thrust into her mouth. They were close, and it was only a matter of time…
It seemed to last forever. They weren't quick, like the others – they had stamina. Ginny could feel Blaise's cock moving in and out of her, brushing against that place inside of her that made her see stars. His grip on her wrists helped his leverage, and he drove in to the hilt every time, making Ginny go cross-eyed. Draco's hands in her hair held her in place as he thrust in and out of her mouth, her moans around his cock making him groan and grip her tighter.
She felt Blaise release her hands, and she gripped the desk as he continued thrusting into her, one hand on her hip – and then she felt his fingertips stroking her clit, and she felt the coil snap again as she moaned louder than before and climaxed again, her mouth opening wider so Draco could thrust deeper and her muscles clamping on Blaise, his quiet growls of pleasure something she could never forget.
As she shuddered and finished, she felt Blaise thrust faster and deeper than before, shaking the desk she was lying on, and then he stabbed into her three more times, warmth filling her as he emptied his seed with a loud groan. Draco pulled out as he did so, and Ginny took a gaping breath as she lay comatose on the desk.
Draco moved around behind her, and he turned her over so she was facing upwards. He lifted her legs, holding them up with his arms as he leaned over her, and he swiftly moved inside of her, making her moan loudly. He thrust fast, not wasting time, and Blaise moved back towards them, brushing Ginny's hair back from her face to kiss her swollen lips, his hands moving to her breasts, tweaking at them and watching her moan and gasp.
She came undone for the last time when Blaise's calloused fingertips touched her clit again and Draco thrust deeper, and grunted loudly as her muscled tightened around him, and a desperate cry left her lips as she orgasmed, Draco thrusting into her through it and he thrust in deep, holding himself there as he shook and finished.
Ginny's body twitched and she whimpered as he pulled out, and she felt her body tingle, the numbness taking over as she felt how drained she was. She could see Draco smirk and Blaise's satisfied smile as they looked at her, and she heard them talk, heard them kiss, but until they touched her again she was immobile.
Blaise touched her face with his hand, and she opened her eyes. He was holding her clothes in his hand, and he said, "Come on, Weasley. You're out past curfew."
Shaking, Ginny sat up and tried to cover herself, but Draco slapped her hands away with his own. "Now, kid, none of that," he said. "Just get dressed and go."
Ginny felt so ashamed, the blush nearly as red as her hair as she put her clothes back on, watching the Slytherins do the same as they put their clothes back on, glanced at her one more time and left the room.
And Ginny hoped they could pretend it never happened at all.