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Party At The Weasley\'s	By : SolomonSilvertongue Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 88460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Alright, the first chapter got good reviews. Let me know what you think, everyone! I want to make this enjoyable for everyone. I already have a few fun things in mind for the next chapter. Hit me up and let me know what kinds of things you'd like to read about. There are plenty of folks at this party ready and waiting to take their turn with Ginny, after all.

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   I was left alone for a while in my room, waiting for what I knew would eventually come. It was a long enough wait for me to doze off, in fact. My dreams were of Bill, Charlie, and all of my other brothers and the unspeakable things they’d done to me, then of a couple years ago, when I was 8, and we had all gone swimming in the pond by the house.

                In the dream, I recalled some things that, at the time, I had thought nothing of. It had begun innocently enough. We were all just swimming and having fun: Fred, George, and Ron were playing Marco Polo, Percy was lying on an inflatable raft, reading a book, and I was playing with Bill and Charlie. I had never thought about it, but they did have their hands on me a lot. Bill was always supporting my bum beneath the water, saying he didn’t want me to accidentally drop beneath the surface. Charlie kept checking my swimsuit, too. The two piece one that Bill had bought me that made me feel so grown up. Charlie said it was still a bit loose in some places, so he would tug on it every once in a while, occasionally running his hand beneath it and grazing my… How had I never realized it?

                The memories came flooding back, and I saw them in my dream. All the times Bill had taken me skinny dipping late at night, when everyone else was asleep. The times that Charlie had changed my diaper when I had woken up wet and didn’t want Mom and Dad to be cross with me. My mind was flooded of images of them both, touching me, pinching me, wiping my butt and tweaking my tiny nipples.

Then, most of all, a night when I was about 6. The first time Bill had ever taken me out swimming at night. He had put his organ between my legs beneath the water. I had no idea what it was at the time, but I was curious. I asked if I could touch it. He nodded and I turned to face him, lifting the strange thing in both of my hands and letting it drop. I had giggled at the way it made Bill gasp. He pulled me from the water and set me down on the grass. Sitting in front of me, he asked me to continue. Eager to make my favorite big brother happy, I obliged, stroking it and squeezing it until, without warning, it had shot that white stuff all over me. It was in my hair, on my eyes, beading on my eyelashes, and even in my mouth, not to mention all over my hands. At first I was scared. I thought I had hurt him, but he just pulled me close and whispered “Thank you, Ginny, baby. You’re a very good girl. Now, why don’t we wash ourselves off?” And with that we went swimming in the pond.

I woke with a start at the sound of a male voice. There were three men in the room. One was Bill, who was standing behind a video camera behind me. The other two I didn’t recognize, but they way that they spoke to Bill, I figured they were his friends. I shifted my weight slightly and, with a jolt of dread, realized that my bed was soaked beneath my knees. The look on my face asked the question that my lips were too horrified to. Bill answered with nothing but a pat on his camera, but the other men confirmed my fear. “You,” said the first man, a blond boy about 19 years old, “are a very bad girl, making a mess like that.”

“What a little baby!” said the second man, who had a ponytail to rival Bill’s, but jet black instead of scarlet. “And she’s a little whore, at that! Look at all that cum!”

I dropped my head in shame, trying to go back to sleep so I wouldn’t have to feel what I knew was coming next. And, sure enough, after Bill excused himself and left me with the two men, I felt their hands on me. The blond man scratched me with his long, torn nails, leaving bright red welts over my otherwise white skin. However, the other man was even crueler, pulling my hair so that my head was forced up, and I had no choice to look him in the eyes. I could feel tears coming on, and I tried to fight them back as he climbed over me and unzipped his pants. For a moment, I was confused as to what he intended to do, until I felt a hot stream of liquid against the back of my head. “Since the little slut likes being covered in piss…” he chuckled. There was no stopping the tears now. I was bawling, completely out of control. I was so distraught that I didn’t even notice when he had stopped and moved behind me until, once again, I felt a cock plunge deep into my anus. I had no clue who it belonged to, only that it was too long. It filled me completely, and I could tell that there was more of it that he was trying to push in.

As I thought that, something else did, in fact, make its way into me. It was the other man’s organ, forcing it’s way in alongside the first! My butt was aching, threatening to tear as the two men stretched me and rammed into me. I was sobbing, which only enticed them, as I felt one man reach his orgasm, and shortly thereafter, the next man did the same. They pulled themselves from me simultaneously, leaving my hole wide and sore, almost begging not to be left so completely empty. Again, I felt my hindquarters shutter as air escaped me, making wet, sloppy sounds and occasionally more humiliating bubbles.

“Look at the baby cwying!” the black haired man cooed in a mocking baby-talk. “Maybe she wants a little something in her, like the slut she is.”

He waved his wand and conjured a thick, silvery phallus, with a bushy red foxtail at the base. I was ashamed to realize that I actually preferred being filled by this embarrassing device, being made to look like a dog, than being empty like I had been. My hips jerked awkwardly as he pushed the thing deep within me. “Now wag your tail, little slut.” He ordered, and I obeyed slowly, letting the tail sway left and right, brushing irritatingly against that welts on my buttocks. “Oh, my buddy’s gonna love that. He’ll be in here next, just you wait.” On that note, they exited, and I was left to wonder what would be happening to me next.
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