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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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                       Hey! Thanks to everyone who's contributed to the over 11000 hits so far! I'm really honored that you all like it so much. I'm having a lot of fun with it (and I think Ginny is too!) ;D The next chapter's going to be even dirtier. i don't want to give anything away, but I'm really enjoy the diaper play so... there's your hint. lol Please remember to review this and tell me what you think about what I've done so far, and what you'd like to see in the future. I really want everyone to enjoy this as much as I am.

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                My face must have been as red as my hair. In fact, my entire body was flushed with heat and embarrassment as the next man walked in. His hair was long, dark, and shaggy. The suit he wore was old and fading; about a size too large, for that matter. He had a friendly enough face that was partially obscured by unkempt facial hair, as if he hadn’t seen a razor in over a week. As he removed his jacket, I was able to see his chest through his mostly unbuttoned shirt. It had the look of sculpted sandstone, with hair that curled into tiny ringlets. The man was certainly good looking. Or, at least, he would be, were he given the opportunity to properly groom and dress himself. A voice like sand: coarse, but fluid, emanated from him, resonating in his deep chest.

                “Ooooooh boy, do I owe Billy!” he howled. I tried to place the accent, deciding that it was American. Somewhere in the southern states. Maybe Missouri or Louisiana. “Hey, lookie there! I like your tail, lil’ red. Now, you’re gonna be a real good pup, aren’t ya, honey? I wouldn’t wanna see ya do something you might regret.”

                With a flash of his tongue over his teeth, he moved behind me. There was no subtlety about him. Only ragged fingernails that caught the flesh of my pelvis and a rigid cock within me, the tip pressing against my cervix, bruising it with each thrust. My body flopped back and forth in time to his hips colliding with my rump, making me look like one of the dolls that lay strewn across my bed. I knew there was nothing I could do to make him go easy on me; everything about him suggested a man who enjoyed causing pain. So, I tried to keep quiet, only allowing a small whimper here and there to escape my lips. However, as much as I tried to think about anything else, I couldn’t take my mind off the way the tail bounced, and how the rod that kept it in place kept twitching in my rectum.

                I was biting my lip to keep from moaning. There was absolutely no way I was going to give him that satisfaction. And, anyhow, the moaning wasn’t from pleasure, it was from the aching of my taught young flesh having been stretched so far. Every inch of my body wanted nothing more than to break free and run, but the bonds holding me to the bed were too strong, and I was too exhausted to stand, even if they weren’t. But, as I was about to give up and stop fighting the rumbling in the bottom of my throat, I felt the man pull himself from me.

                What I saw next horrified me. The man stood beside me and transformed, right before my eyes, into a massive coyote. I was so frightened, I barely acknowledged the fact that I was, once again, peeing on myself. All I could do was lay there, exposed, with my mouth gaping and eyes wide, as the inevitable came and the great beast mounted me. The curved, slimy canine organ slid into me with ease, despite its girth, throwing me forward again. I was pounded over and over, crying soundlessly into the pillow as I thought about how Bill was filming all of this. About how god-knows-who would be seeing me being used as a plaything by an animal, let alone all the men. What would happen when I started school if anyone saw this?

                Suddenly, the coyote’s cock plopped out of me after an especially deep stroke, only to reinsert itself into my already filled anus, making me grunt in pain. That tiny admission of discomfort let loose everything I had been holding back. I began to moan and twist, my hips jerking and my head thrashing about. I uninhibitedly sobbed as I desperately tried to push him out of me, to no avail. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the sensation, a low growl like an engine coming from deep in his chest.

                He came violently, dragging his claws into my shoulders and spraying his seed down into my insides with erratic thrusts. Before I could collect my thoughts and focus on anything besides the thought of so much cum seeping down toward my core, he was human again and pulling himself from me, taking the tail with him. I was empty again, and distraught over it. I felt loose from the sensation of my swollen anus contracting, attempting to close, but still leaving a gape. Worse, I felt like a slut for letting all these men do whatever they liked to me, even though I knew I had no control.

                In the silence left by the last man’s absence, I felt my butt shudder as, once again, air was released from me, bringing more bubbles of cum and more sloppy wet sounds, all caught on camera. My humiliation was palpable as the next man came in. And the next, and the next. I soon lost count of how many men had had their way with me. Each would come in, rape me, cum on me, or in me, and leave. Most of them not saying a word. It didn’t take long for me to accept my fate and stop resisting entirely, allowing myself to squeal and grunt like an infant.

                After about 15 men had come and gone, or maybe more, I can’t be sure, Bill came in again. He didn’t speak at first, only walking to me and diapering my butt, letting his hands move over me absentmindedly when he had finished. “Ginny, baby. Your cute little butt is pretty popular, you know. There’s about 40 more people waiting to get at you tonight. I’m bringing up someone special next.” He ended the last sentence with a wink and a quick swat of his hand between my legs, then left.

                I realized that I needed to pee again, so I took advantage of the diaper, ashamed of myself, but wanting to avoid wetting my bed again. I couldn’t stop thinking about the camera recording me, and what would happen when people saw this. What if my friends saw it? Luna, or one of the local muggle girls we liked to play with? What would they think of me?

        As I thought that, who should walk in but Xenophilius Lovegood, followed timidly by his daughter, who was also wearing nothing but a diaper, and seemed to already have some cum on her, as if a few men had stopped them on the way up briefly to ejaculate in her goldenrod hair or on her snow- white face. Indeed, she was sticky and drenched from the neck up. Her father’s erection showed through his pants, but I was transfixed at the sight of Luna. I wanted to call her name. Beg her to help me. But all I managed was a whimper.

                Luna just stood to my side and watched as her father stuffed my mouth with his cock. I made no attempt to pleasure him, but it didn’t matter. He simply grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up and down over the full length of him. I wanted to close my eyes and just let it happen, but I was distracted by Luna. She had bent over to pick up the phallus with the tail that the animagus man had dropped on my floor. My eyes were locked on the curve of her butt beneath the smooth, white diaper with little pink flowers on it. Luna was the same age as me but, even though I was fairly tiny, she was even smaller, so she actually wore a diaper made for toddlers. A stranger could easily have mistaken her for a second grader. For some reason, I found this strangely attractive, and I was unable to take my eyes off her as she played with the tail for a few minutes, before dropping it and crawling on the floor over to my dollhouse. Seeing her sitting on her ankles, with her heels pressing against the diaper and playing with dolls was enticing to say the least. Apparently, Mr. Lovegood thought so too, because his orgasm came at that moment, shooting semen first against the back of my throat, them over my lips, and eventually all around my face, forcing my eyes closed.

                “Luna, darling, be a good little girl and get on the bed, will you?” Mr. Lovegood cooed. As she hurried to follow his instruction, I shivered, knowing that they were no where near done with me.
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