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Chasing rumors	By : Croenkh Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 10306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Looking for the truth
- 2-Chapter 2
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Ginny stood up.
Her clothes were scattered in shreds all around her.
She sighed. The repairing spell was easy enough, but it always left some slight marks.
Still a bit out of breath she looked around for her wand.
She spotted it right next to one of the hands.
“Great…”, she thought to herself. “Better be extra careful now…”
Her gaze fixed on the hand, she slowly moved over to it, wet noises coming from between her legs as she moved.
She crouched down, and carefully extended her hand towards the wand.
Inches before she could reach it, one of her legs accidentally brushed one of the hands´ stem.
“Oh, sh…”, was all she could think, before the hands came to life again.
Two grabbed her wrists again, holding her hands down on the floor.
Another two grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs apart slightly.
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me…”, Ginny sighed.
She was on all fours now, her ass up, held by two hands.
She heard a rustling behind her, and wanted to look down between her legs, when another hand grabbed her throat, forcing her head up, her gaze straight ahead.

Then she felt the wood entering her again.
This time there was no foreplay, no stimulation, as she was still soaking wet.
Ginny was annoyed at herself, but she'd be lying if she said she wouldn't enjoy it.
Being held down, getting fucked from behind.
It sounded so wrong, so nasty.
But it had an undeniable effect on her.
Ginny felt a few more hands groping her breasts. They weren't as careful as they were before.
But it didn't matter. It felt amazing.
The wooden dick entered her, just to completely pull out, and starting again.
Ginny moaned as it took up speed.
She wanted to move with it, but the hands held her down completely again.
They dictated the rhythm.
They dictated the movements.
Ginny moved, yes, but only when they moved her.
The hands pushed her back into it, pulled her away from it.
They played with her.
Every time she felt the faintest sign of an orgasm, they slowed down.
She could do nothing but let it happen.
Her gaze still strictly forward, though her vision getting blurrier by the minute.
She couldn't say how long she was already there.
She couldn't concentrate well enough to actually care about it.
Thrust in. Pull out.
Thrust in. Pull out.
All of her thoughts just circling around it.
Thrust in. Pull out.
Faster. Slower.
Her excitement growing.
Slower. Faster.
In. Out. In. Out.
Ginny couldn´t think straight.
She felt a slap on her ass again.
Sharp pain. But she didn't cry out. She moaned.
Another hit. Another moan. Louder this time.

Then she felt a shift in the hands.
The one holding her head up drew back.
She was getting pulled up a bit by her wrists.
Ginny was kneeling now, the wooden dick still slowly pumping into her.
Too dizzy to think about it too much, she didn't struggle.
The hands on her breasts kept going, but two new ones came though her armpits, and back towards her, supporting her shoulders.
Two more lay themselves over her eyes, taking her vision away.
Groaning she felt something touch her palms.
Instinctively she grabbed it.
Two more wooden dicks were now in one of her hands each, moving ever so slightly back and forth, in rhythm with the one inside her.
Without thinking Ginny started stroking them.
They´ve been so good to her, so she would not disappoint them.
She had more freedom of movement now, but the wood still dictated the speed.
Pushed into her.
Slithered in her hands.
Groped her breasts, pinched her nipples.
“Mo-more…”, Ginny moaned hoarsely.
Her whole body was on fire, she didn't want it to stop.
But she yearned for the release.
She was helpless. Her desire was in the literal hands of the wood.
All she could do was embrace it.
Giving her body. Hoping to get heard by this mysterious force.
The wooden dick in her right hand drew back, while the other one still moved in her left hand, and the third one pumped into her.
With the little wiggle room she had she tried to grab it again.
Why did it draw back?
Seconds later she felt it again.
She grabbed it, tightly, and felt it give a little.
The other one was completely solid, there was no give.
It felt like there was something covering it lightly.
The other one was completely smooth.
It was warm.
The other one was cool.
Ginny did not care. She stroked both sides equally to the rhythm.
The rhythm that fucked her pussy.
She felt she was getting closer again.
This time the wooden dick didn´t slow down. It kept on pounding her.
Again. And again.
Her whole being focused on the rhythm, and the dick that filled her.
She didn´t spare a thought about her hands. They moved on their own.
Stroking the cool, smooth dick, and the warm, slightly yielding dick.
It felt slightly sticky, like there was something on it, or coming out of it.
But Ginny did not focus on it.
She was close. She was so close to release.

As if the wood knew that, the two dicks drew back from her hands.
Ginny tried reaching them again, until she felt two new hands on her.
One on her head, tilting it slightly backwards, and another one, feeling softer than the other hands, on her chin, pushing her mouth further open.
The hands on her wrists pulling them back now, folding her arms behind her back.
The rhythm picked up again.
Ginny moaned loudly through her open mouth, her tongue sticking out a bit.
Close. She was so close.
The hand on her head pulled her forward a bit, and she felt something
touch her tongue.
Not caring what it was, Ginny closed her mouth around it.
It was the warm dick that was in her right hand, just moments ago.
She sucked on it, letting her tongue wander over it´s unusual and not so smooth surface,
and tried to move her head to take more of it in.
But the hands held her back.
As always, the wood dictated her movement.
She was just a tool. A toy.
Ginny could only let herself get used until it was over.
And she loved every second of it.

A few moments or minutes (Ginny had lost all track of time a long while ago) later the hands around Ginny´s lower body loosened up, letting her move more freely.
She was so close. So close.
As much as she was able to, Ginny bounced up and down on the still moving wooden cock in her pussy, getting herself closer to the climax with each movement.
The hands on her head had shifted some time ago.
They held the sides of her head, controlling her movement forwards and backwards, making her take the dick all the way in her mouth.
Ginny felt something hitting her chin everytime her head got pulled forward.
She sucked harder as she felt her orgasm come.
Her lips around the dick she didn't need hands to guide her.
And when a hard thrust was about to put her over the edge, a hand grabbed her fiery red hair and pulled it back sharply, which made Ginny let out a big moan in surprise.
She kept bouncing up and down, riding the dick while enjoying every moment of the long awaited release.Wave after wave came over her, inside and out.
She felt something gently landing on her face, then another one, and another, as well as on her breasts.
The dick in her pussy slid in and out very slowly, with her shuddering and clenching tight every time.
Something ran down her face and neck. She was panting hard.
Her tongue found a drop of a thick, salty liquid.
Her legs quivered.
Ginny´s whole body quivered.
But she kept moving.
Slowly up and down.
Riding the orgasm to the fullest.

The hands slowly retreated.
First the ones around her breasts.
Then the ones that held her arms back.
She heard rustling all around.
The wooden dick still inside her, but pulling out ever so slowly.
She heard the hands pull back.
Heard the wind howl.
She heard herself panting like she had been running all day.
Heard light thumping away from her, and the rustling of bushes.
She felt the hands that held her eyes shut draw back.
Ginny slumped down to the forest floor.
Her wand right next to her.
The hands were a few feet away.
This time she'd be able to leave.
Just a few more minutes to catch her breath, and clean her face.
Lying on her back, looking up to the sky, she whispered: “Until next time…” to no one in particular...
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