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I Want to Give You a Gift	By : Breezy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Oliver woke up around noon. He rubbed his eyes and sat up looking around to see if anyone else was at home. The place was silent, he was alone. It had been over a month since he started sleeping over at Ginny and Blaise's place. They never talked about it, it was merely accepted that Oliver slept over now. His schedule consisted of appearances at charity events, appearances on talk shows, appearances as host at club parties. He was in demand. And he wasn't about to waste this opportunity. Quidditch careers were notoriously short and he didn't intend to be destitute in five years like a lot of players.
Oliver got up and put on some boxers and walked out to the kitchen. He flipped through Ginny and Blaise's mail while eating a bowl of cereal. There was a fancy invitation from Ron, but otherwise nothing exciting.
"Reading my mail?" Ginny asked suddenly right behind him. He started laughing but stopped when he saw her stern look. She was serious.
"No, love," he said reaching out to stroke her pouty bottom lip. "I didn't mean to upset you," he drawled now trying to shove his finger in her mouth. She started laughing and pushed his hand away from her.
"I was just kidding," she said. She had a perfect poker face, he thought. "I can't believe you were trying to seduce your way out of it," she said smacking him in the chest. He didn't flinch anymore when she smacked him but he still wondered if she knew her own strength. She claimed it was from defending herself against six brothers. But she hadn't lived with her brothers in years.
"Since my seduction worked, let's adjourn to the bedroom," he said picking her up under the arms. She wrapped her legs around him and they kissed their way to the bedroom. Once in bed, she straddled his face and then went down on him in a sixty-nine. He held her lips open and thrust his tongue inside of her. After she started getting wet, he inserted a finger and moved his mouth to her clit. The angle wasn't ideal, but he hit her g-spot and she moaned around his cock. The vibrations made his dick jerk in her mouth and she slowed her pace and hummed.
"I wanna fuck ya," he growled after he hit the back of her throat a couple of times. She grabbed the lube and then got on all fours in front of him. He smiled and poured some lube right above her ass.
"Oooh, it's cold," she said shivering. He rubbed his dick into the lube.
"This will warm it up," he said pumping between her cheeks and spreading the lube. He poured some more in his hand and stroked his cock thoroughly. He took his dick and teasingly pressed against her anal opening.
"Just kidding love," he said moving his cock to her slit. He started to press in but she stopped him.
"It's okay, you can put it in the other hole," she said matter of factly. Up until then she had refused his attempts at anal sex, only allowing Blaise to fuck her up the ass. Oliver didn't wait or ask if she was sure. He knew that Ginny had made up her mind and he was ready to please. He moved his dick back to her anal entry and pressed against it steady and slow. Soon the head was past the tight ring and was moving inside of her faster than before. She was gritting her teeth so he stopped and gave her a chance to get used to his girth. She relaxed and smiled at him over her shoulder.
"Thanks," she whispered. He nodded but didn't give her much of a reprieve as he started pushing into her again. She dropped her chest to the bed and raised her ass up in the air as high as she could. The new angle combined with the pressure he applied pushed his cock all the way in. He stopped again. She was panting already, the intense sensations of his cock spreading her apart were hard for her to manage. He twitched a couple of times, testing out her readiness.
"Not yet," she rasped between breaths. Then she put a hand down between her legs and started to rub her clit. "Ohhhh, that's better," she said sounding more like herself. He knew she was ready for more and started pumping slowly, only allowing an inch or two to come out before pumping back in very slowly. He came out just a bit more every time until he pulled all the way out. He stopped and watched as Ginny's hole twitched.
"Stop staring at my asshole and just shove it in there. That's what I do with my dildos," Ginny said completely straightfaced. He wanted to blush for her. She had quite the mouth. She looked at him, waiting for him to pound her ass. He wondered what he was waiting for and thrust inside of her in one hard movement. She cried out and then started whining in pleasure. She was really rubbing her clit hard. She entered a finger in her pussy. It was his turn to moan when he felt the additional pressure. He had always been in her pussy when he and Blaise double penetrated her so he didn't know how it felt to have something in the pussy while he fucked her ass.
"Oh, oh, oh, Ollllivvvvverrrrrr," she screamed out when she came. He slowed down and she clinched tightly against his cock. He couldn't feel the same rolling sensations that he did in her pussy but her clinching was incredibly strong.
"Ouch, I think I bit my tongue," she cried out, sucking in her cheeks.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked slowing to a stop.
"I want you in my pussy," she said turning back to meet his eye.
"Yes, ma'am," he said pulling out of her ass slowly.
"Ohhhh," she said blowing out all of the air she held in until he was completely out of her anal channel. He murmurred a cleaning spell and then a lubrication spell. Lube spells were weak so he normally didn't use them but she was very wet after her orgasm so he went with it. He entered her quickly. He was horny as hell and all of this start and stop had his cock angry. He wanted to cum hard and soon. He pressed in nearly all the way. Ginny didn't like all of his cock, but preferred about seven inches. He pushed down and rocked his hips back and forth. He didn't press in and out, preferring to rock in circles against her g-spot. Every noise she made spurred him on, her squeaks, moans, and little whispers of ecstacy bringing him quickly to orgasm. The two came together, both calling out the other's name and grinding their hips together to draw out the orgasmic pleasure as long as possible. They fell forward into the pillows together.
"That was amazing," she said still teasing her clit with her fingers, eliciting little tremors every few seconds. "I'm still having aftershocks," she said sounding very sleepy. Oliver wrapped his arms around her and kissed all along her neck. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone.
"Smile," he said and he took a picture of the two of them. He texted it to himself. He smiled. He liked having a picture of the two of them.
"What do you do with those pictures, anyway," she asked reaching for his phone. He pulled out and rolled over to keep his phone out of her reach. He had taken pictures of both her and Blaise periodically over the last few weeks. She hadn't really thought about it except that she really liked the one he texted from her phone. It was of her and Blaise licking both sides of Oliver's cock. They were looking at each other with such intensity. That picture made her hot. She really wanted to see that phone.
"Sell them to porn magazines," he said finally handing her the phone. He'd liked watching her breasts bounce up and down while she reached for the phone. She opened the contacts on his phone, knowing that was where he stored her picture.
"There's like ten pictures in my file," she said excitedly opening the picture that had just been taken. "Awwww, we're so freaking cute," she said smacking him when she saw the picture.
"Yeah, look," he said in a pretend sweet voice. "You still have some of my cum at the corner of your mouth," he said squinting at the picture.
"I do not," she said indignantly pulling the phone close to examine the picture.
"Made you look," he laughed.
"Oh shut up," she said giving him a dirty look. "Who else is in here?" she said, leaning back to scroll through the pictures.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she squealed suddenly sitting straight up. "Is this Harry?" she screamed holding out the phone for Oliver to see.
"Yeah," Oliver answered not elaborating on the photo or his relationship with Harry.
"You didn't take a shot that day," she said in mock anger.
"What?" he said clearly not remembering.
"When we played never have I ever and you didn't take a shot when Blaise said 'I've never fucked Harry Potter.' Do you remember now?" she shook his arm as if to help him remember.
"How do you remember that?" Oliver asked breaking her grip around his arm. "I hadn't fucked him yet. He sucked my dick once before that," he explained.
"Ahhhhhh! Oh my gods. I knew Harry was into blokes, he told me that when he divorced me. But wow. He's such a slut," she squealed scrolling through the pictures. "There's like a picture a week in here. Do you guys have a regular thing?" Ginny said in a sing song voice.
"Not exactly. It just kind of works out that way," Oliver said. He hadn't realized that they seemed to meet up once a week. It seemed like Harry needed the release more often but he was very busy at work. He was moving up quickly in the Auror Department at the Ministry. He was also married to Hermione Granger and still carrying on an affair with Draco Malfoy.
"It probably takes that long to recover," Ginny said knowingly rubbing her own bum. She had rested on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. Oliver laid next to her on his back.
"Yeah, you loved it," Oliver said trying to grab his phone back. She held it away from him and frantically scanned through pictures before she lost access to his phone.
"Ha! It's Ron's fiancé!" she cried out a few moments later. She showed Oliver the picture she found. It was Lavender Brown.
"Is that what the fancy invitation in your mail is for?" he asked after appreciating the picture of the blond laying spread eagle with cum splattered across her breasts. He scrolled down and further admired the other pictures under her profile, all variations of the first picture only he came somewhere different each time.
"Yes. There should be an invitation for you, too. Plus one, of course. So you can take..." she scrolled down to the picture she was looking for, "your girlfriend," she adopted the sing song voice again. Oliver rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone to see who Ginny meant. It was Daphne Greengrass. Who was in fact, his girlfriend. But he hadn't told Ginny and Blaise anything about it.
"What makes you think she's my girlfriend?" he asked nonchalantly. He should have denied it, but her name was already out there.
"Well," Ginny rolled over slowly, her bum still sore, and laid next to him. She scrolled through the pictures in Daphne's profile. "Her picture is of her smiling face with nothing naughty about it. The other pics in her profile are all clean, too. I'm going to guess that there's no one else in here with clean pictures of their face," Ginny explained. "That, and you didn't deny it when I said her name." He grabbed his phone back.
"Yeah, well it's new. And I don't know if it's going anywhere. The only way she will have sex with me is with the spell," he said rolling off the bed and putting on the boxers from before.
"Ohhh," Ginny said, suddenly unsure of why she brought up the subject to begin with. "Is she addicted?"
"No. Maybe. I don't know," Oliver said, clearly uncomfortable with the subject but also in need of counsel.
"Don't fuck her again until she stops taking the spell," Ginny said, full of sage wisdom.
"Yeah, that's harder said than done. I like her," he said combing his hair in the mirror. He saw Ginny roll her eyes in the reflection. "I do, I don't know why, but I like her. I like fucking her, but I don't know if we're sexually compatible, so to speak," he said after shooting Ginny a dirty look.
"Harry and I weren't sexually compatible," Ginny said somewhat forlornly, thinking back to her failed marriage.
"Well duh, he likes cock," Oliver said rolling his eyes at her.
"Yeah, but at first things were really hot between us, but then he just wasn't as interested anymore. I thought he was having an affair, I had no proof but I decided to have an affair, too. That was how Blaise and I got together. I thought it would be a one night stand, but he kept calling and I kept coming over. Harry found out and turned to Hermione for comfort," Ginny told him, sadness in her voice.
"So Hermione divorced Ron and Harry divorced you so they could...read books together?" Oliver asked scratching his head like it was a great mystery.
"Not exactly," Ginny answered after smacking him with a pillow. He gave her a warning look and grabbed the pillow away from her. She giggled and squirmed out of his reach. They were on opposite ends of the king sized bed. "Hermione and Ron weren't exactly sexually compatible, either," she said once her giggles subsided.
"She's frigid?" he asked, knowing first hand that the Weasley's were notoriously horny.
"Yes. Something happened and she just shut down after the War. She was actually the one who proposed to Harry, telling him that being married to your best friend is better by far than any sexual relationship either of them would have. She said she was fine if he had one lover, a monogamous gay lover since she didn't want to have sex with him. He wanted out of our marriage because we didn't have anything in common after the sex went to hell, so he said yes," Ginny said, scrunching her face up in displeasure at the memory.
"So Ron and Lavender, huh," Oliver thought back to where this conversation started.
"Yeah, Ron was actually single for awhile and they ran into one another at a bar. Everyone says you won't meet your true love in a bar, but they really seem like they are in love," Ginny said brightening. "The wedding will be fun. Don't bring Daphne, though. I will be so mad at you if you do," she said sticking her tongue out at him.
"Maybe I'll take Harry," Oliver said playfully. "Give Hermione a real shock when she finds out Harry has more than one lover," he said hitting Ginny with a pillow. She hit him back and soon there were feather's flying everywhere. Ginny squealed when she saw the clock.
"Crap, I was supposed to be back by 2:00," she said. "I'm supposed to be on a research assignment. Why don't these fucking apartments have the floo network yet?" she screeched pulling on her outfit and robes. Ginny worked at a boutique on Diagon that sold clothes she designed. She was busy enough to keep the store going, but Oliver suspected that Blaise invested money nearly every month to keep the business afloat. He was a very successful magical law practitioner. He had a fancy corner office at the tallest office building the Ministry had purchased. His firm rented out the top two floors. It was still his father's firm, so Blaise still screwed around a lot, enjoying the lack of responsibility for as long as he could. The Zabini's had more money than the Wood's but the Wood's came from old money. Not that anyone cared about those things anymore.
Oliver watched as Ginny flew out the door, blowing him kisses as she went. He turned back to the bed covered in feathers and decided to take a nap before cleaning up the feathers. He took off his boxers and felt the soft feathers caress his whole body. He was asleep nearly instantly.
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Oliver awoke to the sound of a gasp coming from the doorway. He was in the middle of a dream where he was fucking someone from behind, but he couldn't see who it was. It was very sensual how he fucked the woman? Man? He wasn't sure, but he was horny as hell when he got woken up. He saw the red hair first.
"Cmon back to bed Ginny, I want ya bad," he drawled at her, his Irish brogue thick.
"Oh, not again," wailed the voice, decidedly not Ginny's. Oliver sat up and rubbed his eyes, careful not to bump into his cock. He looked again and saw that it was Ginny's mom, Molly Weasley, and not Ginny. He grabbed a pillow to cover his erection.
"Oh shit, sorry Mrs. Weasley," he said trying to stand up and cover himself at the same time. He scanned the room but couldn't see his boxers anywhere.
"Language," she said angrily and shot daggers with her eyes at him.
"Yes'm," he said standing up straight.
"Why are you here?" she asked, ignoring the obvious.
"You mean while Ginny and Blaise are at work?" Oliver asked stalling for time so he could find his fucking boxer shorts. How had they disappeared while he was asleep?
"Yes, that's precisely what I mean," she said. She wasn't tapping her foot at him, but looked like she really wanted to. She looked very strict and slightly embarassed.
"Well, when a man and a woman really like each other," he stalled finally spotting his boxers. He pulled them on while Molly flushed and turned away.
"Oliver Wood, you give me a straight answer," Molly demanded. He stepped toward her. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it.
"Is this straight enough for you?" he asked with an innocent look.
Molly stared at first and then flushed deep red and turned away. "Put that away, Mr. Wood," she said firmly. Oliver laughed.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. That is why I'm here when Ginny and Blaise are home, though," he kept laughing softly at her look of discomfort. "Right now I'm here because I crash here most of the time. I don't exactly live here, but my unit is upstairs," he explained, remaining very close to her. She was still flustered by his presence. She turned and mouthed something to herself.
"What's that Mrs. Weasley?" he asked. He saw what she had said. "That it's enormous? Was that your word. It was last time you saw my cock. I remember clearly, you mouthed the word 'enormous.' But you know it's grown since then, so I would think that a different word may be in store. Something like, hmmmm, gigantic?" he said, trying very hard to keep a straight face. Mrs. Weasley looked like she was about to go off on him. He braced himself for the barage, but to his surprise she didn't say a word, but stormed from the bedroom.
Oliver didn't follow her but sat down on the bed and leaned against the headboard. He thought back to the last time Mrs. Weasley saw him nude. When he was in his seventh year at Hogwarts, the Weasley twins, Fred and George were 6th years. He had gone home with the twins for autumn break, a long weekend in late September.
He started stroking his cock remembering the Weasley twins stacked in front of him, George on top of Fred. He fucked Fred for awhile and then George. He kept going back and forth from one to the other. It was so hot, they were identical in so many ways. He was about to cum, so Oliver pulled out and moved so that the twins could suck his cock together. He came with a great yell and spurted cum all over both of their faces and in their mouths. He'd always prided himself on his ability to cum in great amounts. The only problem was that their inferior silencing charms had failed toward the end of their encounter and had woken up Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Oliver had thrown his head back with his eyes closed and had no idea that the two were standing there, open mouthed, staring at the scene of their twins covered in Oliver's cum. No one said anything until Mr. Weasley cleared his throat.
"Oh, fuck," Oliver said, suddenly aware that his dick was fully exposed. He turned and looked at Mrs. Weasley and tried to cover himself. George and Fred were, too, and he had to fight for a pillow. Feathers had gone everywhere that night, too. He saw Mrs. Weasley mouth the word, 'enormous' and then she looked away, shocked and embarassed. Mr. Weasley escorted him to the floo and he'd had to return to his dad's manor in the middle of the night.
He was really stroking his cock hard now, turned on by the memory but also by the presence of Molly. It seemed very naughty to be beating off while she was in the other room. Only she wasn't in the other room. In fact she was right in front of him. She had taken his cock in her hands and was really investigating the size and the shape. He shook his head, wondering if he was daydreaming. She still stood in front of him, caressing, stroking and really learning his cock.
"Arthur hasn't pleasured me in years," she said distractedly. Her attention was focused on his cock, a look of concentration and curiosity on her face. "I'm only 47. I want more. I want better," she said breaking her focus and meeting his eye. "Will you teach me to make love to you?" she asked, not blushing and not looking away in shyness. Oliver saw where Ginny got her boldness from. He also realized that he was about to score a daughter and her mother on the same afternoon.
"Come here, Mrs..." he trailed off suddenly not wanting her to be Mrs. Weasley, but Molly. "Come 'ere, Molly, he corrected himself and put a hand behind her head to guide her to his lips. Her lips were warm and soft. She responsed slowly, as if reconciling her behavior and her morals and her behavior won out. She responded eagerly. He eased her onto the bed, continuing their kiss. He started caressing her breasts, quite full and round. He tweaked her nipple between two fingers and then reached down to rub between her legs.
"Oohhhh," she moaned. Oliver couldn't help but notice how much Molly and Ginny sounded alike when they were aroused. He reached out for his wand on the nightstand and used it to remove her clothes. He rolled over her and started kissing down her neck. He stopped at her breasts and pushed them together. He sucked one nipple and then the other and then back again. He resumed his course down her rounded stomach to her mound.
"Are you going to..." she trailed off, not sure of the words to use to describe what she thought he would do to her. She and Arthur apparently had a very vanilla sex life...at least it was when they had a sex life.
"Yes, I'm going to eat your pussy," he said wondering if he could get her to blush. She surprised him again, no blush but more of a look of interest and happiness. He dove in with gusto, desiring to pleasure her in a new and wonderful way. He sucked and licked her clit and she cried out in surprise.
"Oh, oh, oh," she cried out. "I didn't know it would feel so good," she sighed as he started fucking her with his tongue. "Why didn't I know?" she whispered as he began to incorporate his fingers to please her. She shuttered and a little gush of liquid wet her pussy as he finger fucked her. He entered two fingers quickly and was now stretching each finger out as far as they would go to spread her out. He went in further and spread again. She shuddered again when he pressed in as far as he could go. She was very wet now. He pulled out of her pussy and started stroking his cock and then inserted the tip into her slit. He pressed in, knowing he would stop when he felt resistance. He pressed in slowly. Molly drew in her breath and looked almost scared. Oliver kept pressing in until he was completely engorged inside of her. He stopped and started kissing her again. She squirmed a little.
"Whas wrong, Molly," he said, deepening his accent.
"You were just, I mean, my, well," Molly finally looked flustered. He grinned at her.
"I just ate your pussy and you could taste yourself in my mouth," he said finishing her thought.
"Yes," she said simply. He reached down and pulled his cock out of her pussy. He thrust two fingers inside of her and got them very wet. Then he put the fingers in her mouth.
"You taste delicious, see," he said as she tentively licked a finger. "Suck 'em, Molly, really get to know your delicious taste," he said. She hesistated but then she started to lightly suck his fingers. He stuck them in further and she started to really suck them. He thrust in and out very softly and then pulled them out with a smacking noise. He reached down and put his cock back in her pussy. He thrust lightly, building up to a steady pace. She kept having little tremors or something like miniature orgasms as he fucked her. Then, when he didn't think he could keep the pace any longer, she came and squeezed his cock tightly over and over again.
"I can feel that down my thighs, everything tingles..." she trailed off moaning as the orgasm wound down. Oliver started back up slowly when she suddenly squeezed his cock again and he came with little warning. Something about that sudden squeeze had been enough to take him over the top. He came deep inside of her and then pulled out and laid down next to her. He fought to catch his breath. She had a huge smile on her face but laid there motionless.
"So, didja like what I had to teach ya?" he asked moments later. He propped up on his elbow to see her face. She smiled at him, such a look of enchantment on her face.
"Yes, thank you for teaching me. You were and excellent professor," she said winking at him. He winked back and then rolled off the bed so he could see the clock.
"Molly, I hate to tell you this but Ginny and Blaise will be home in about 15 minutes, so we really need to get you out of here," he said hoping that the fact that her daughter and son-in-law were about to walk in the door spurred her to action. She looked shocked and then took off for the bathroom. Oliver got dressed and then started doing cleaning spells. He took care of the feathers and scourgified the sheets. He opened all of the drapes and windows to air the place out.
Molly reappeared, looking refreshed. She still had a sex flush though. Oliver doubted that Arthur would even notice. "I assume that this is as much my secret as yours," she said before leaving.
"Yeah, Molly," he said really enjoying how her eyes sparkled when he drew out her name. "I wouldn't do that do ya," he said caressing her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her hard, sucking her bottom lip in between his lips. Her lips were red and swollen when he was done. "That's better," he said. She opened the door and walked out in silence. He shut the door and leaned against it after he saw the elevator doors close through the peephole.
"Damn," he hissed out loud. What a fucking day.
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