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Queen Ginny	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Her words were hard to decipher thanks to the ring gag in her her mouth, but Harry could just about decipher them.

“Twenty, thank you, Master!” Squeeled Ginny, her bright red backside raised high into the air. As soon as she was done thanking Harry for the swat to her ass, she rose, thrusting her chest upwards. The motion wasn’t easy with her arms cuffed behind her back and her ankles attached to a metal bar that kept them spread wide, but she managed it. As soon as her chest was exposed, Hermione brought her riding crop down in an expert arc that added another stripe to her right breast from the crop’s rod, while the leather end flicked hard across her left nipple.

“Twenty! Thank you, Mistress!”

“Good girl,” said Hermione. “Just five more to go. Now present your ass to your master!”

Five more blows each to her ass and tits came in quick succession, with the final blow from Hermione pushing her over the edge to the orgasm that had been creeping up on her all night. She screamed indecipherable pleasure through her gag, her body tensing and thrashing in her bonds. When she arched backwards, Hermione brought the riding crop in hard on her actively gushing pussy and pain mingled in her pleasured shrieks.

“Never cum without permission!” Barked Hermione. “Your master will have to punish you for that later.”

“I’m sorry, mistress,” mumbled Ginny, the words still a tumble of vowel sounds. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll have plenty of chance to prove that,” said Harry, stepping in front of her. “Levicorpus.”

Ginny’s body lifted off the ground, twisting so that she was pulled into a half-ring, her chest thrust out, her neck straining, and her legs bent backwards and lewdly spread. Ropes fell from the ceiling, wrapping themselves around her chest, arms, and legs. One even threaded itself through her ponytail, maintaining the pressure on her head even as Harry released his spell.

Now Hermione tapped her with her wand, muttering under her breath.

“A fun little spell I learned from Fleur,” she told Ginny. “You won’t be able to cum again until Harry says so.”

Harry came back into view, holding two lead weights. Ginny knew where they were going and moaned in longing even before Harry affixed them to the chain stretched between her abused nipples. While he was doing that, Hermione had charmed a curious object — a small buzzing orb covered in a mix of downy feathers, lumps of hard material, and dull metal spikes — to hover just below her pussy. The orb wasn’t in constant contact, instead only occasionally brushing feathers or vibrating nubs over her slick folds and throbbing clit.

“One more thing,” said Harry, and waved his wand again, this time at the paddle he’d been using on her bottom and the crop the Hermione had been wielding. Ginny recognized a variant of the charm used to enchant bludgers and moaned again, a stream of drool escaping her gagged maw. The paddle and crop began to float through the air, occasionally swatting at her thighs, her ass, her breasts, her feet, and her stomach. Never hard and punishing, but tantalizingly firm.

“Now for the real punishment,” said Harry. “You’ve been wanting me to fuck you hard? You’ve been wanting me to pound you into oblivion with this,” he took hold of his cock through his trousers. “And you thought that teasing and denying me was the way to do that instead of asking? Well, I’m in the mood for that right now, but you’ll just have to settle for watching, you little cock tease.”

With that, he pulled Hermione towards him, making sure they were in full view, and kissed her, long and deeply. As they kissed, Hermione reached down and fished his cock out of his trousers, pumping it slowly in her hand. Fully hard, Harry was a sight to behold, rising to a proud eleven inches of thick meat.

“Merlin, I can’t wait to feel that in my cunt,” moaned Hermione.

“I can’t wait to feel your cunt either,” said Harry, biting her neck. “But how about you show Ginny how to suck a cock, first?”

“Yes, please,” she said dropping to her knees. “You were gagging after six inches? I think you managed to get seven, maybe eight, with my help? Watch and learn, Ginerva.”

Hermione took Harry’s cock in her mouth and then, in one fluid motion, sank her head down the shaft until her nose pressed into his pubes, her tongue reaching out to lap at his balls. All without the hint of a gag. Ginny moaned again. Playing to their audience, Hermione pulled back, took the waist of Harry’s trousers in her teeth, and pulled downwards. As Harry stepped out of the trousers, Hermione licked her way slowly up his leg, then down his cock before taking him back into her throat.

“She’s so good at this, Ginny,” said Harry. “See how she can actually take my whole cock? See what it’s doing to her throat each time she takes it? Don’t you wish this was you right now? Don’t you wish you could do what she’s doing?”

Ginny’s moans were a clear affirmative. Laughing, Hermione pulled back again.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Gin. Fuck my face, Harry. Nice and rough, just like I know Ginny wants it.”

Harry took hold of her head and dragged her mouth back onto his cock. Now she gagged, as he hammered into her throat, drawing rivulets of saliva to flow down her chest, joining the wet streaks already painting a glistening sheen down her thighs. Harry tightened his grip in her hair, slamming his pelvis into her face with each thrust until, with a savage bellow, he came. Like the expert she was, Hermione swallowed almost his entire load. Rising, she showed Harry the final mouthful of his cum before walking over to where Ginny dangled, panting, her eyes drilling hungrily into the scene she had just witnessed.

Hermione wiped a hand up her stomach, gathering some of the slimy drool that had leaked from her mouth during Harry’s assault. She wiped her hand across Ginny’s face, smearing it into across the latex mask and into the exposed skin around her eyes and mouth. Then, taking hold of the other woman’s ponytail to pull her head even further back, she spat her last mouthful of semen at Ginny, splattering the hood. She released her grip, watching in satisfaction as the mix of cum and spit dripped down the shining latex. Ginny’s tongue darted, trying the capture the drops that oozed near her gaping mouth.

“We’re just getting started, Ginny,” said Hermione. “You’re in for a treat.”

Harry had come up behind her while she was teasing Ginny and nuzzled at her neck. He kept his eyes on Ginny though, and her own stared back with lust. Harry reached his hands up to Hermione’s shoulders, sliding the robe down to pool on the floor, then he cupped her breasts, rubbing and squeezing as her continued to kiss and nibble her neck, grinding his cock into her arse all the while. Hermione’s hands reached back to unclasp the bra, which fell away, revealing those magnificent breasts. Harry’s fingers quickly found her nipples, rubbing them gently and sliding the bars back and forth through their piercings.

“I’m going to eat your pussy now, Hermione,” said Harry. “Let’s let Ginny hear you scream.”

Effortlessly, he scooped her off her feet and carried her to the sofa, Ginny spinning in her restraints to keep them in view. Harry laid Hermione down and kissed her again before gradually kissing and licking his way down her chest — pausing at her nipples for several long moments — to her crotch. Kissing her panty-covered mound once, he took hold of the knickers and slid them down her legs before raising them to his nose.

“Soaking,” he said, then inhaled. “Delicious.”

He turned back to Ginny.

“Have a taste,” he said, and slowly shoved the knickers into her mouth. Then all his attention was on Hermione. He bent down and kissed the inside of her knee before making his way upwards, her legs spreading to accommodate him. When his tongue finally met her pussy, she gasped, as a soft hissing filled the room.

Ginny’s jealous moans, muffled as they were by Hermione’s knickers, increased in neediness. She knew what it felt like when a parslemouth ate pussy. Hermione locked eyes with her, smiling evilly.

“That’s it, Harry,” she cooed, “eat me! Eat my wet little pussy! Oh, Ginny, this feels incredible! How could you ever deny yourself this? If Harry was my husband he’d be doing this twice before breakfast and as often as I could get him on his knees in between. He doesn’t need to be hung like a centaur or have a body like a god with that tongue. Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck!”

Harry continued for the next ten minutes, drawing orgasm after orgasm from his friend. For her part, Hermione managed to keep teasing Ginny through the first three orgasms, but then lost the ability (or desire) to taunt the other woman, letting herself fall entirely under Harry’s spell. Finally, Harry let a trembling Hermione relax for a moment before pulling her in for another kiss.

“You’re incredible, Harry,” she whispered. “We should have been doing this for years.”

“Plenty of time to make up for it,” he replied. She took hold of his cock, which was hard again, and pumped it a few times, using the copious juices from her cunt as lubrication, before pushing him onto his back.

“I’m going to fuck your husband now, Ginny,” she said, straddling his lap. “I’m going to fuck him and then…oh!” This last as Harry thrust up to meet her descent, spreading her tight pussy around his girth. “And then he’s going to fuck me. He’s going to fuck. Me. Hard.”

With that last, she began to grind herself onto Harry, taking more of his cock with each thrust and speeding up until she was bouncing on him like a jackhammer, fluid leaking from her cunt onto his thighs.

“Yes…yes! Yes! Aargh!” She screamed, an orgasm washing through her. “So good…so good! Fuck me now, Harry,” she begged, crawling off him and bending over, taking hold of Ginny’s shoulders for leverage. “Fuck me!”

Harry growled, getting to his feet and slamming his cock back into his best friend’s eager pussy. Ginny’s eyes darted between his and Hermione’s, full of an obvious pleading.

“Take the gag off, Hermione,” instructed Harry. “I want her to beg.”

After a bit of a struggle, Hermione unclasped the gag from around Ginny’s head and pulled the sodden knickers from her mouth.

“Beg, Ginny,” she panted. “Fuck! That’s it, Harry! Right there! Fuck!!!”

“Please can I cum?” Pleaded Ginny. “Please, Master! Mistress! Can I cum?”

Harry pulled out of Hermione, who collapsed to the floor, her hand flying to her pussy, and stepped up to Ginny, rubbing his cock across her lips.

“Oh, no. You’re being punished, Ginny. I want you to beg me to fuck Hermione. I want you to beg me to do to her what you’ve wanted me to be doing to you all along.”

“Please…Harry…”

He smacked her with his cock.

“Please, Master…please fuck her! Please! Please fuck Hermione!”

“Give me a kiss,” he said, presenting his cock at her lips again. Ginny kissed the head of his cock and then opened her mouth. Harry slid his cock into her mouth and then slammed it further, managing to sheathe eight or nine inches into her gullet before she gagged and spluttered.

“We’ll work on that,” he said, turning to Hermione. “Face down, ass up, I think, Hermione. Let’s give this little slut a show.”

Hermione assumed the position and Harry reentered her, quickly becoming a blur of furious motion that had Hermione cumming again, releasing a torrent of liquid, within moments. Hermione gestured and the bonds holding Ginny slackened, dropping her almost to the floor. A thin chain leash appeared affixed to Ginny’s collar and Hermione used it the pull the other woman’s face towards her own, kissing her furiously.

“Fuck,” she growled. “How on earth could you deny yourself this cock, Ginny! He’s filling me so good! He’s stretching my cunt! He’s…aargh!” Another orgasm cut her off and she forced her tongue back into Ginny’s mouth. Pulling away, she spat in Ginny’s face again. “So good! So good! You need to earn this Ginny! Earn it! Fuck!”

“Gonna cum,” grunted Harry, picking up his pace further.

“Cum for me Harry,” said Hermione. “Fill me up! Pump my cunt full of your cum! I want it coming out my eyes! Tell him Ginny! Tell your husband to cum in me!”

“Please, Master! Cum in Mistress Hermione! Give her your cum! Please!”

One last thrust and Harry came, the feeling of hot liquid filling her womb drove Hermione over the edge again, too, and, were it not for Hermione’s spell, Ginny would have joined them. As it was though, the spell yanked her orgasm away from her at the last second, sending denial coursing through her body. Harry finally pulled free of Hermione and a thick trickle of cum dripped onto the floor beneath her.

Suddenly, Ginny found herself freed from her bonds, muscles that had been constricted for so long protesting as then relaxed.

“Clean up your mistress,” ordered Harry, sinking into an armchair, his glistening member still half hard. “And thank her.”

Hermione rolled onto her back and Ginny knelt between her thighs. She hadn’t gone down on another girl since her and Luna had experimented in their early teens, but the sight of Hermione’s pussy, red, gaping, and oozing cum, drew her in. She leaned in and extended her tongue, scooping Harry’s cum into her mouth and lapping around Hermione’s lips for every last drop.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said. “Thank you for fucking my husband. Thank you for teaching me.” She crawled up to Hermione’s face and kissed her on the lips, tenderly. “Thank you,” she finished in a whisper.

“You’re very welcome, slut. Now go clean your master. It’s past time for all of use to get some sleep.”
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