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Confessions of a Horny Harpie	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 30502 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 3

AN

Chapter 3 for you and here we learn all is not well with the Harpies. The girls can still manage a good party, though. You know, this story might actually feature some Quidditch at some point. Maybe.

Oh, STYX45, thanks for the review and the Harpies say they’ll be popping around to see you as soon as the season ends. You should have a while to build up your strength.

“Come in.”

Nervously, at the sound of Gwen Davies’ voice, Ginny pushed open the door and stepped into her office. She immediately saw that the woman wasn’t alone and, seated next to her, was none other than the Harpies’ legendary manager, Gwenog Jones. Another, slight woman wearing a Harpies uniform hovered in the background clutching a sheaf of parchment.

“Take a seat.”

Nodding, and too anxious to speak, Ginny sat down in the chair in front of the desk. Out of view, her fingers were crossed although she repeatedly told herself that she had nothing to fear.

“Well, not to keep you hanging in suspense,” Gwen began, “I’m pleased to offer you a probationary contact with the Holyhead Harpies. Well done, Ginny, you made it.”

Ginny let out an explosive breath and felt herself wilt. Although she hadn’t really believed that she wouldn’t be offered a contract, you could never be sure. The slight woman leaned forward and placed the parchment she’d been holding on the desk in front of her.

“This is the contract, make sure you read it thoroughly,” Gwenog said, taking over the conversation. “I’m sure you’re aware that all new players only get a probationary six-month deal. If we’re still happy with you at the end of that period, you’ll get a professional deal. As it is, you’ll only get paid one hundred galleons a month, not that it matters much. You’ll be so fucking busy for those six months that you won’t have time to spend anything.”

“Board and lodgings are included,” Gwen added, “so you won’t have to pay rent or for food. Oh, the player’s bar is free, too, so all your basic needs are covered.”

“I was bloody impressed with your flying,” Gwenog continued. “I watch that last game and thought you looked fucking beautiful up there, girl. Carry on like that and you’ll be a bloody star in no time.”

Ginny smiled, rapidly coming to the conclusion that the Jones was incapable of uttering a sentence without a swearword in it.

“Read it thoroughly and when you’re ready sign it at the bottom.”

“This is, of course, all subject to you passing a full medical examination in a few days,” the unidentified witch, who Ginny assumed must be administration staff, added. “I know you had a basic medical before you joined, but you will need to pass a more rigorous one now.”

“No problem for a fit girl like you, eh?” Gwenog said.

Grabbing the contract, Ginny read through it carefully. It was pretty much what she expected although there were a worryingly large number of clauses that gave reasons for the Harpies to sack her if she transgressed. Still, this was what she always dreamed of and she grabbed a quill and signed on the bottom line.

“Congratulations,” Davies said.

“Yeah, welcome aboard, Weasley. The start of the season is only three weeks away so we’ll need you to train hard to be ready for it. The first game is against the Wigtown Wanderers and I’ll need you to be firing on all cylinders by then.”

“Eh? You think I’ll be playing?” Ginny asked.

“Yeah, you’ll be walking straight into the starting line-up. Lucky you, eh?”

“I don’t understand,” Ginny said. “I mean, I’m delighted with the prospect but I’ve never played a professional game of Quidditch in my life. Surely there will be all the first-team regulars ahead of me.”

Gwenog and Davies exchanged a long look. The manager then turned to the slender woman.

“Gladys, would you mind stepping out for a bit. We need to have a confidential chat with Weasley here. Get a cuppa before you head back.”

The woman nodded and hurried out of the room. As soon as she’d left Gwenog turned to Ginny with a stern expression on her face.

“You’ll find out soon enough but most of the previous season’s first team have left,” she explained.

“We’re keeping it quiet for the moment,” Gwen added.

“But… why?”

“Why you ask? I’ll tell you why. Because the Harpies are fucked!” Gwenog snarled.

“What?”

“This is to be mentioned to no one otherwise you’ll be sacked on the spot,” Gwen said, taking over the story. “Basically, the team is broke. We would have gone bankrupt at the end of the last season if we hadn’t sold all our best players to other clubs. Even now, we’re tottering on the edge.”

“We made some bad choices,” Gwenog muttered.

“You have to understand, the Harpies have never been a rich club. We’ve never had the financial backing of any of the great families like some others and, by only having witches in our line-up we’ve automatically excluded half the talent that’s out there. Oh, we’ve had our successes, but we’ve always been punching above our weight.”

“A couple of years ago, that changed,” Gwenog explained. “A wealthy backer from Africa came into the picture and began pumping money into the club. That’s how we were able to buy all that foreign talent. Unfortunately, the war then happened and the Quidditch league went to shit. Every club's income hit rock bottom and it’s only just started to recover. More’s the pity that Harry Potter didn’t get his finger out a bit sooner and defeat that pure-blood wanker.”

“I don’t think you can blame him for that,” Gwen pointed out mildly.

“Anyway, we suddenly found ourselves with a huge wage bill and no income. Worst still, when I bought those players I forgot the one fundamental thing that has always made the Harpies successful.”

“What’s that?” Ginny asked.

“Sex sells.”

“Umm, let me explain,” Gwen said quickly. “You know those swimsuit calendars that the Harpies release every year? We’re famous for them, right? Well, the last one we issued just before the war started was our worst-selling edition ever.”

“Those girls I bought might have been decent players, but most of them had faces like a baboon’s arse. When we shot the calendar the camera’s lens cracked because they were so fucking ugly.”

“Gwenog,” Gwen protested. “Anyway, there’s truth in what she’s saying. Although we’ve always had a hardcore female contingent of supporters, most of our fans are male and, I’m afraid, they become fans because they want to see pretty girls playing Quidditch. Those calendars are a good example, even if a guy doesn’t support us lots of them bought one anyway because they got to see a hot female player wearing next to nothing.”

“Those bloody calendars,” Gwenog muttered. “No bugger ever warned me just how much income we get from those.”

“So we have a problem,” Gwen continued. “Not only have we had to sell most of our first team, but our income is at a record low. Our previous benefactor legged it back to Africa when the war started and has officially severed all ties with the club. Last season, attendance at our games also broke new lows simply because our loyal male fans didn’t want to watch a load of unattractive women playing.”

“Which is where you crop of new-starters come in,” Gwenog announced. “You’ll notice that everyone who made it this far has not only been a decent player but also smoking hot? Basically, girl, we need you to put bums on seats. I need you to start working your sweet arse and those titties and making us some money.”

“Please understand, Ginny, that first and foremost you are being signed on your playing ability,” Gwen said hastily. “Your looks really are a bonus, though.”

“You seem a sensible girl so I won’t lie to you, if you’d played wonderfully but looked like a moose, I wouldn’t have hired you,” Gwenog said, making her colleague cringe. “I don’t expect us to win anything this season, not with a bunch of newbies. What I am hoping for is just for us to be sufficiently competitive that we earn some decent revenue and that our new, super-sexy team gets blokes through the turnstiles and splashing cash on merchandise. A good cup run would be useful, too.”

“We’ll need you and the other new girls to do lots of press and publicity events. The first will be the unveiling of the new team uniform for the year in a couple of weeks.”

“The skirts are shorter and the neckline lower,” Gwenog explained. “In short, we want the spectators to see plenty of T&A, got it? There will be official Harpies underwear to go with it and wearing it will be compulsory. If I see one girl out there wearing granny knickers they’ll be sacked on the spot.”

“We want you to be a star player, Ginny, but we also need you to be a sex symbol. We just need the income that will bring in that much.”

“Bugger me,” Ginny gasped. “Umm, yeah. I’ve always loved this club and I’d do anything for it. I’m just worried that I’m not experienced enough to hold my own out on the pitch.”

“Right now, the club has precisely two chasers and one of them is shit. We would have sold the stupid bitch in the closed season but no one was daft enough to buy her. Sorry, babe, I know it’s putting a lot on your shoulders but it looks like you and that Robins girl will have to start.”

“You’re used to working closely with her, anyway, aren’t you?” Gwen added archly.

“Yeah, we both played in the Gryffindor team at Hogwarts,” Ginny said quickly, trying not to blush.

“Were you munching on her muff back then, too?” Gwenog asked.

“Err…”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s practically a rule for us Harpies; we’ll shag anyone at any time, male or female. Fuck, you should have seen what the 85-86 team got up to in the showers. It would make your hair stand on end.”

“So, any questions?” Gwen asked.

“I guess not.”

“Great. Well, best of luck and we’ll be looking forward to working with you. Send Robins in as you go out, will you?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

Ginny got up and shuffled out the door feeling a little stunned. She told Demelza, who was waiting outside with Adele, Gracie, and a couple of other girls, to go in, giving her a warm smile to let her know things were alright. Wanting to get her head straight after all the revelations that had been dumped on her, she made her way to the toilets.

Entering the restroom, Ginny leaned up against one of the washbasins and stared at her own reflection in the mirror mounted above it. A sex-symbol? Her? Fucking hell, her mother would go spare! On the other hand, she had no problem showing a bit of flesh, particularly if it meant she’d get laid regularly. Hell, this could be fun.

Standing up straight, Ginny looked at her reflection before grasping her tits in her hand and wobbling them up and down.

“Okay, girls,” she announced, “it looks like it’s up to us to save the Harpies! Get ready for lots of public exposure.”

Smirking to herself, she headed back to wait with the other girls.
The fabled welcome party happened that evening. After Gwen and Gwenog had seen the last of the trainees to be offered a contract, they instructed the group to meet up in the main dining area at seven p.m. where food and booze would be provided. Apparently, the Harpies' crippling finances didn’t preclude a good old knees-up now and then. The girls were told to dress up and get ready for a wild time.

The four friends all met up and headed to the cafeteria together. They were all dressed in a similar fashion, with tight, strapless dresses being the order of the day. Ginny’s was brand new and had only been purchased as the itinerary she’d been sent stated she required party wear. Naturally, Gracie’s white dress was the shortest and her ample bosom looked like it was going to spill out at any moment. Not that Ginny’s was much better. She found she had to constantly pull up the front of her dress to prevent her tits from popping out.

She was surprised to see the rather stark dining area had been comprehensively decorated and the various tables pushed into one. The clear space had been converted into a dancefloor with a small stage erected at the end. She was barely through the door before a glass of wine was thrust into her hand. It had all the hallmarks of being a great party!

The training staff was in attendance, too, as well as Gwenog. The six new recruits were all seated at one end of the table with the staff at the other, all facing out towards the dancefloor. They were told that the food had all been prepared by the Harpies kitchen staff earlier and was most in a cold buffet form but it was still a million times better than what Ginny had eaten during her first week. Bottles of wine appeared on the table as fast as they could drink them and the party soon became rowdy.

After the main meal was cleared away by the staff, dessert was served. This was done Harpie style, however, which meant that it was actually a choice of fruit-based cocktails. Ginny chose a strawberry daiquiri which was delicious.

As the tables were cleared, a sense of anticipation filled the room. The staff was sharing smug glances and Ginny thought she could guess what was going to happen next. Her suspicions were proved right when Gwen stood and walked out onto the improvised dancefloor before turning to address the new recruits.

“Girls, I hope you enjoyed the meal. It’s just a little token of our appreciation for all your hard work over the last few weeks and as a welcome to the Harpies. You’re joining a historic club and I hope you uphold our traditions. It’s actually a long time since we had such a promising batch of new recruits and so therefore we decide to really push the boat out to celebrate. With that in mind, we’ve asked someone very famous to come and officially welcome you to the club. Ladies, I give you – Harry Potter!”

“What?” Ginny gasped.

A second later a tall man with messy black hair and round glasses rushed into the room. He was wearing Auror robes and brandishing a wand.

“Are there evil wizards to be banished?” he demanded in a loud voice.

As one, the girls collapsed in helpless laughter. The bloke looked nothing like Harry Potter! Even the famous lightning bolt scar on his forehead looked like it had been drawn on. Add to that the fact that he was the wrong shape, height, and had blue eyes, the man wasn’t a very convincing look-alike.

“Never mind evil wizards,” Gracie yelled, “show us your magic wand!”

The whole room laughed as from somewhere pulsating music started playing. The Potter-alike started moving in time to the beat, using very exaggerated movements. Everyone started clapping in time with the music and grinning in anticipation.

With a lot of pelvic thrusts punctuating his movement, the stripper (yes, it turned out it wasn’t really Harry Potter) walked up and down the table. His heavy robes had soon been tossed to one side, and he made a big show of slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Once that was removed, the young man’s muscular body was revealed, much to everyone’s delight. Gracie, of course, had to leap out of her seat as he passed by and run her hands over his broad chest. The stripper did not attempt to stop and stood there, letting her feel him up with a grin on his face.

More dancing followed, in fact, too much dancing. The girls were starting to get a bit impatient as the stripper decided to show off his moves rather than getting his kit off. Soon catcalls echoed through the room with Gwenog Jones being the loudest provider. The man at least took the hint and stopped prancing around and instead stood to face them, his hips moving in rhythm with the music. Then, he gripped his trousers which must have had Velcro seams as he was able to rip them straight off. A huge cheer rang out.

Ginny smiled so hard she nearly cracked her face. The man was now left just wearing what only could be described as a posing pouch. A very full, bulging posing pouch. She stared at it greedily hoping that the stripper hadn’t padded it anyway. The stripper hooked his thumbs around the elastic and grinned at them.

“Shall I, ladies?” he asked.

“Yes!” Demelza bellowed, practically frothing at the mouth.

“Cock out! Cock out! Cock out!” someone started to chant and all the women, both new recruits and staff, quickly joined in.

The bloke toyed with them a little, pretending that he was going to pull his last remaining garment down before pulling it back up. Several of the girls looked like they were about to jump over the table and rip it off with their teeth when he stopped his teasing and yanked the pouch off. Ginny gasped.

“Fucking hell, look at the size of that monster!” Gracie yelled in joy.

Ginny could only stare at the huge monster that hung between the stripper’s legs. Of course, she’d only ever seen two other examples but she was sure cocks weren’t meant to be that large. She just hoped she wasn’t drooling as she looked at it.

With a massive smirk on his face, the stripper grasped his massive trouser snake at the base and began to swing it around. Everyone was screaming and clapping now. The guy might have had crap dance moves but no one was worried about that now.

After doing a convincing windmill impression, the stripper walked towards the end of the table where the other new recruits were sitting. The girls there must have been less adventurous than Ginny and her friends as they seemed to cringe. The stripper stopped next to Mable Gibbon, an attractive keeper, and waived his oversized sausage at her. The tall blond girl just covered her face with her hands and furiously shook her head.

Seeing that he wasn’t getting much response from her, the man moved on to the next seat which contained a chaser by the name of Gemma Munroe. Ginny hadn’t thought much of the young witch and felt that she was destined to spend much of her career on the bench. She wasn’t very daring, either, and looked terrified as the stripper grabbed her hand and guided it to his dangling dick. Munroe squealed as her fingers came into contact with the waiting monster, much to the contempt of Ginny and her friends. The guy tried to encourage her to play with it more but she was having none of it. Instead, he turned towards the next girl in line, which so happened to be Ginny.

Grinning at him to let him know she wasn’t like the others, she felt excitement build in her as he stepped before her. Without needing any encouragement, she grabbed his cock and began to wank it with both hands. The other Harpies howled in approval.

It seemed the bloke wasn’t even fully erect as she felt it harden in her hands to the point she could barely wrap her fingers around the thick shaft. She had no idea how long it was but her thoughts drifted to Adele’s tales of her French lover with the twelve incher. She just couldn’t believe she had such a thing in her hands.

“Go on, Gin-Gin, give it a suck,” Gracie bellowed.

She looked up at the man who smiled back at her and even seemed to thrust himself forward a little. Needing no further encouragement, Ginny dipped her head and wrapped her lips around the massive dick. She could hear her friends scream in approval as she tried to cram as much of the smooth, hard helmet into her mouth.

Her fingers greedily caressed the huge shaft, stroking it and even cupping his ballbag. As she happily sucked away, she began to imagine what the thing would feel like shoved up her cunt. Sweet Merlin, how amazing would that be?

Ginny’s head bobbed backwards and forwards and she started rubbing her tongue over the swollen glands, savouring the taste of the most incredible dick she’d ever seen. Becoming more and more excited by the second, she pulled the thing out of her mouth and slowly licked the entire length of his shaft. Then, to her surprise, the stripper took a step back. She looked at him like a toddler that had just had its favourite teddy bear ripped from its hands but he just winked at her. He then walked to the next chair in which Demelza was seated.

As her dark-haired friend grabbed the man’s cock and began to enthusiastically suck it, Ginny wryly chuckled. She’d gotten a little carried away and forgotten that the stripper wasn’t giving her a private show. Seeing Demz with her lips wrapped around the thick dick she began to shout encouragement, joining in with the other cries her friend was getting.

The stripper was red-faced and shaky by the time he gently pushed the dark-haired girl back. Demelza looked like she was going to jump on him at any second but she remained in her seat. The man moved onto the next chair, which was Gracie’s.

It was to no one’s surprise that the brassy blonde decided to outdo everyone. The stripper had barely stepped towards her when she lurched forward and grabbed his meat, dragging him towards her. When he was where she wanted him, with a dramatic flourish she pulled her dress down, freeing her ample breasts. She then trapped his cock between her tits and began to wank him off using her cleavage. The man looked stunned for a second but quickly got into it, sliding his throbbing member in between her boobs.

Once she’d decided she’d had enough of pleasuring him with her tits, Gracie slid off her chair and grasped the straining cock in her hand. Grinning manically, she slowly ran her tongue up his shaft several times before pausing to lick the man’s engorged glands. She then looked him directly in the eyes.

“This cock is going right up my pussy later, do you hear me? I expect to be fucked by this thing tonight, got it?”

Gracie was staking her claim and the stripper could only nod dimly at her. Feeling she’d made her point, the blonde released him allowing him to stagger to the next chair which contained the last of the recruits, Adele.

The half-French gave the stripper a pleasant smile as if she was just greeting him as they walking past each other in a park. Cheerfully, she took his huge length in her hands and wrapped her mouth around it. As Adele’s head began to bob backwards and forwards, Ginny’s eyes widened.

With each forward movement of her head, Adele took more and more of the massive dick into her mouth. Ginny could barely believe how much dick the girl had swallowed and it was clear she wasn’t finished yet. The stripper appeared to be as shocked as everyone and stood in amazement as the tall, slender young witch continue to devour his manhood.

The shouting and cheers from the other Harpies dwindled into nothing as everyone watched, stunned by what they were seeing. The only sound was from the droning beat of the music playing and even that seem subdued.

Adele’s face became increasingly flush as she worked more and more cock down her throat. Bearing in mind the man’s impressive length, it just didn’t seem possible that she could accommodate that much dick. By this point, she’d managed to swallow all but a couple of inches of it and she seemed to be struggling, her face red and her chest heaving. Then with a loud gasp, she pulled back freeing the stripper's cock and sending spittle flying everywhere.

A colossal cheer sounded and everyone rose to their feet, clapping Adele’s amazing achievement. The witch in question just wiped her mouth with a nearby napkin and gave the stripper a warm smile.

“Fuck me,” Demelza yelled at Ginny. “I wasn’t sure I believed Adele’s tales of shagging that French bloke with a huge cock but after seeing that, I’ve changed my mind completely.”

“Yeah,” Ginny agreed. “If I tried that I’d end up choking to death!”

The noise subsided as Adele sat demurely in her chair looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. The stripper, however, looked like a train had hit him and he staggered back, clutching his saliva-soaked cock with an expression on his face like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Clearly, his audience didn’t normally act in this manner. Ginny noted that he didn’t make any sign of continuing down the table suggesting he was under orders just to play with the recruits and not the training staff. Gracie also seemed to take note of this and decided it was time for her to make a move.

Standing up straight, she grabbed the shell-shocked man by the arm and began to drag him onto the dance floor. Everyone watched as she pulled him towards the small stage erected at the end.

“It’s time for me to get fucked and I don’t care who’s watching while I do,” she cried.

The stripper was probably used to being the one to drive events but he allowed himself to be dragged forwards. When they reached the stage, Gracie just pointed downwards, indicating that he should lie down on his back.

Her dress was still bunched around her waist and with a quick tug, she pulled it down over her ankles leaving her standing in just her skimpy knickers. The music stopped as she yanked them down, too. Ginny could only admire the blonde’s fabulous figure as the woman turned and straddled the wide-eyed man lying on the stage.

With a cheeky wiggle of her bottom, Gracie dropped to her knees over the prostrate stripper and shuffled forwards until his jutting cock was just inches away from her sex. Reaching down, she grasped his manhood in her hand and gave it a couple of strokes, before lowering herself down and sliding the massive member into her cunt.

Cries and wolf-whistles filled the room, but Ginny could only stare, mesmerised, as the thick shaft sank deeper into her friend’s wet pussy. Gracie screeched in approval as inch after inch of cock penetrated her and she tossed her thick mane of hair about. Once she had taken all that the man had, she raised her arms and did a couple of V for victory signs, before leaning forward and placing her hands on the stripper’s broad chest. Then, with everyone watching, her hips started to move to let the enormous dick slide in and out of her.

Ginny couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Even from where she was sitting it was obvious that Gracie’s cunt was being stretched by the huge dong but the girl appeared to be loving it. Her arse bobbed up and down at a ferocious rate and it looked like she was having the fuck of her life. For her part, Ginny was panting like a dog just watching them. Her erect nipples jutted through the thin material of her dress and she could feel that her knickers were soaked. The other Harpies were screaming their heads off in approval, urging Gracie on. Then, something snapped in Ginny’s head.

“OI, COLLINS! WHY ARE YOU HOGGING THAT HUGE DICK? SOME OF US OTHERS WANT TO GET FUCKED, TOO, YOU KNOW!”

Every face in the room turned towards her. Ginny blinked as she realised that she’d stood up and bellowed at the top of her voice. Even the two people on the stage stopped and peered at her.

“Umm…” she mumbled, her face turning red.

“Hey, coppertop!” Gracie yelled. “I never said I wouldn’t share. If you want some cock, get your knickers off and come over here!”

Gracie immediately started to hump the stunned stripper who just lay there as the beautiful blonde repeatedly impaled herself on his dick. Ginny’s head swam. Did she dare?

“Go on, Ginny, ride that huge cock!” Demelza suddenly yelled.

With Adele also shouting her support, Ginny made up her mind. Before she could chicken out, she hurried across the dance floor and stood next to the shagging couple. Gracie looked up at her and smirked, almost daring her to do it.

That did it. There was no way she could back out now. Gripping the edge of her dress, she tugged it down in one fluid motion and kicking it away. There were whoops and cheers as she wrenched her knickers off and casually threw them over her shoulder. Apart from her strappy shoes, she was now naked.

With a wide smile on her face, Gracie wormed her way off the stripper allowing his cock to spring up like a flagpole. The blonde then stood to one side and looked at Ginny with a raised eyebrow. Shaking with a mixture of lust and apprehension, Ginny stepped over the man’s body and stood over him. He looked up at her with surprise written all over his face, but he did grasp the base of his cock to keep it pointing upwards. With her heart pounding so loudly she thought everyone in the room would be able to hear it, Ginny lowered herself down.

As she crouched, she felt the bulbous head of the enormous dick rubbing up against her twat. She shook with desire, her body yearning for that tree trunk of a dick to be inside her. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Ginny pushed downwards and allowed the bloated head of the stripper’s cock to slide into her.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” she screamed, feeling like she was being split open.

Never in her wildest dreams would she have ever imagined that something so large would be in her pussy. At that moment, she had no idea if what she was experiencing was pain or pleasure but she knew that she wanted more of it. With her mind in overdrive, she sank and allowed more of the thick shaft inside her.

“Woo-hoo! Go, Ginny!” Gracie screamed next to her.

Ginny came on the spot. Her body jerked and spasmed as inch after inch of dick penetrated her stretched cunt. Her brain ceased to function as she felt the stripper grab her arse cheeks in his hands and start to thrust himself into her. Her back arched as he began to brutally pound her.

“YES! YES! FUCK ME!” she screamed.

Dimly, she heard the voices of her friends yelling but she’d lost the ability to understand what they were saying. All she was aware of was that massive cock punishing her pussy.

“Shit, I’m missing out,” Gracie growled and squatted down over the stripper's head. She then virtually sat on the man’s face. “Eat my cunt, donkey-dick!”

Ginny rested a hand on her friend’s back as she rammed herself down on the straining dick. She was vaguely aware of a voice screaming before she recognised it was her own, spewing out swearwords and animal-like screeches in equal measure.

“Ready to swop over, Gin-Gin,” Gracie asked.

“Ugh… fuck, I mean… agh… yeah.”

As her legs no longer worked, Ginny just rolled off the stripper, allowing his dick to slide out of her as she fell. Gracie immediately took her place and joyously started to fuck the man again. From where she lay, Ginny had a perfect view of the girl’s magnificent tits bouncing up and down.

Panting, Ginny rubbed her sore pussy a few times. It came as a shock to her when she looked up and saw everyone at the table eagerly looking on and clapping along in time to Gracie’s downward thrusts. She’s just been fucked by the biggest cock she’d ever seen while the Harpies training staff all watched.

Giggling, Ginny realised that she just didn’t care. Let them all watch while she got wrecked by that massive dick. With her body still tingling, she rolled over and came up onto her hands and knees. Scuttling around the humping sweaty bodies, she positioned herself over the stripper’s head just as Gracie had done and lowered herself down. Almost immediately she felt the man’s eager tongue beginning to explore her wet folds. It was the perfect remedy to the pounding her pussy had just received.

Hands groped her arse and she was pretty sure that they belonged to both Gracie and the stripper but she didn’t care. She moaned as the tongue wormed its way deep into her wet cunt, lapping up her love juices. Then, abruptly, the mouth was gone.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” the stripper groaned. “Quick, girls, on your knees!”

Ginny felt herself pushed to one side and she toppled over. She looked up to see the man scrambling to his feet while Gracie dropped to her knees in front of him. Not quite conscious of why she was doing it, she furiously crawled forward and took a position next to Gracie. The blonde woman slipped her arm around her waist, pulling their heads together. Only then did it dawn on her that her friend had her mouth wide open. The stripper stood before them, frantically wanking his huge cock which was just inches away from their faces.

Finally understanding what was happening, Ginny closed her eyes and opened her jaw wide. It wasn’t a second too soon as she was immediately hit smack in the face by a thick jet of cum. Her fellow Harpies were screaming fit to burst behind her but all she could comprehend was that she was being sprayed by the stripper’s plentiful jizz.

Her chest was heaving by the time the deluge stopped. She cautiously opened her eyes to see the throbbing dick inches from her nose, spunk still dripping from the end of it. Turning her head, she saw Gracie had also been covered and thick streaks of creamy goo had landed in her hair as well as over her face. The blonde looked back at her and grinned.

Through some unexplained telepathic means, the two young witches moved at the same time. With the stripper holding his straining dick in both his hands, the two of them began to lick every inch of its stupendous length. Their tongues occasionally clashed as they sought every drop of the man’s discharge, the gooey stuff dripping over their lips and down their chins. Only when they were satisfied that there was nothing left for them did they rock back onto their heels and look at each other.

As the loudest cheers yet fill the room, Ginny purposefully stared at the blonde’s naked body. Cum dripped down the side of Gracie’s face and a huge glob of the stuff coated her right breast. In turn, the beater looked back at her, her chest heaving as she brought her breathing back under control and a predator smile on her face. Then, practically purring with delight, Gracie leaned forward and licked up a large blob of spunk that was dripping down Ginny’s chin before kissing her firmly. The girls then hugged, giggling as they savoured the wondrously filthy experience they’d just shared.

“You know, Gin-Gin, when I first saw you I took you for a timid, little virgin,” Gracie whispered into her ear. “Boy, did I read you wrong!”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, babe,” Ginny replied, giggling.
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Confessions of a Horny Harpie