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Molly Makes Things Right	By : DevilKiwi Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 104808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Summary: A hiccup in Molly's childhood changes everything for Harry: for the better.3Plus, Bi, DP, Exhib, F/D, MF, FF, MFF, Minor1-2, Oral, Peg, Voy, WIP

Molly Makes Things Right

Chapter One, Part 1

The Beginning of Something Amazing

Molly Weasley was known to be a great many things.

A loving mother. A dutiful and faithful wife. An ardent patron of the light. A firey redhead, with all that it implies. A good friend. Always eager to lend a helping hand.

She was a great many things to an even greater amount of people; almost all of them positive.

Everyone knows that she and Arthur lead a very happy life despite their level of poverty, and take good care of their children, showering them with love and affection -as well as treating them with firm hand when the situation calls for it.

But...

But there was something that no one, save her husband knows about her.

Molly Weasley was a pedophile.

That is to say, she enjoys the company of children. Sexually.

But she wasn't a pedophile exaclty, as she didn't find children younger than ten or eleven particularly attractive; they were entirely too young and much too small.

No, her joy was derived from those on the onset of puberty, making her an enthusiastic hebephile.

For boys, it was their growing bodies, the gentle transition from boy to young man, the growing of hair on their chests, and..."Down There"...She especially loved watching how their tiny little twiddlers turned into long, fat, cocks; cocks that were just waiting to penetrate Molly's juicy pussy.

What she really loved was a huge cock on a little boy. There was just something about it that made her so hot and wet when she saw pictures of it. Watching his tiny hands wrap around his fat fuck-meat, stroking it faster, and faster - his balls, the size of peaches, heavy and full of squirming babymakers, flapping from side to side, bouncing and slapping against his thighs - before his sculpted, slightly muscled ass-cheeks clench, his throbbing erection swelling with orgasm, shooting his delicious, virile seed all over her panting chest - her big, fat-nippled tits rising and falling with each breath as they're drenched in hot, slimey, slippery, delicious cum...

For girls, it was the allure of their slowly ripening womanhood; the gentle flaring of their hips, the subtle swelling of their bosom. But most of all it was their blooming flower, the petals of their tender little pussies swelling with arousal, drooling with delicious dew for quite possibly the first time...being opened with a thick slab of cock, squealing and screaming in rapturous pleasure as that throbbing meat saws it's way in and out, in and out, tasting her nectar as it drizzled down her thighs...mmm.

Why, just thinking of that reminded her of her first time, with great fondness.

<Breaker>

She had just turned the ripening, tender age of eleven, on the very cusp of pubescence, and it was the summer before her first year of Hogwarts. Her father had taken her to the barn and left her to milk the cows, six in all, while he went to do some chores behind the barn. The first five were easy enough to take care of as they were in their pens, eating hay.

The sixth, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. As was her father. After looking through the rather expansive barn, she heard something behind the back wall and went to investigate. What she saw made her jaw drop in shock as her eyes widened so much they felt like the might pop out!

She saw the bull mount the missing cow and proceed to pound the poor beast mercilessly, making the heifer low in either protest or pleasure. This, though, was not what had shocked her. The animals on the Prewitt family farm were prone to mating when the seasons called for it, and she'd been desensitized to it after a while. Though, recently, watching some the animals shag had brought a sense of warmth to her tummy, and a strange itch to her nethers.

No, what had stunned her was seeing what her daddy was doing.

Alistair Prewitt was leaning on the fence for the grazing pen, trousers down around his knees, his hand on his cock, stroking his thick meat rapidly. The head and shaft of his gorgeous prick glistened with spit and precum, making loud squishing-noises that made Molly's belly do flip flops.

Without her being consciously aware, her hand made it's way inside the waist band of her modest skirt, desperately trying to make that terrible itch go away, but every time she touched herself, it only made it itch more! Her other hand quickly joined it's twin, and soon it was beginning to to get a little damp in the crotch of her knickers. When she finally realized what she was doing, Molly thought that she had wet herself. Still diddling herself, only faster now, with fluttering eyes she slowly made her way to her dear daddy; maybe he'd be able to make the itch go away.

"D-daddy?", Molly whimpered, just loud enough for her father to hear, causing him to startle and turn around quickly. He'd been unconsciously about to stuff his throbbing fuck-stick back into his trousers when he heard her voice, but at the sight of his dear little girl - sweet, innocent litle Molly - her face flush with desire, eyes glassy, with both hands rapidly stroking into her panties, any sense of propriety and shame fled him as quickly as a shadow from light.

His cock curved upward, a lone teardrop of precum oozed out of his piss-hole before falling, ever so slowly falling, down to the grass below. He pulled his trousers up over his ass, but left his dick sticking out proudly, it's sway mesmerizing his young daughter. He'd never been atrracted to little girls before, but now...well, now things have changed.

"Oh, Baby", he cooed as he rest a hand on her shoulder, tryng to think of the right things to say in order to get into his daughters panties, "my dear sweet Molly, What's wrong darling?"

"Oh daddy!", she whimpered aloud, her hands still furiously masterbating her tiny pussy erratically. "Daddy, it itches! Oh, it itches something awful!"

"Where does it itch baby?", he asked, his voice full of love and compassion for his daughters' plight as the thoughts in his head were clouded with lust. "Show daddy."

She lifted up her skirt one hand, inadvertently showing off her smooth, creamy white legs, and her very wet knickers, pointing at her crotch with the other.

"Here daddy! Right here! Oooh, it tingles and itches something fierce!"

"Oh", he drawled out, screaming in joy inside of his head, both of them, at being given the opening he needed.

"Dear Molly, don't fret; it's nothing to worry about. Sometimes your mum gets an itch down there too, and she needs my help to get rid of it. Would you like daddy to take care of that itch for you?"

"Please daddy!", she pled, the hand on her knickers squeezing and releasing her pudenda at random intervals.

"Ok, Molly, I'll take care of it for you", he said before pointing to his cock. "See this? it's going to go deep inside your little cunny, to scatch that itch good. But, I'm gonna warn you; it might hurt a little at first, and you might bleed some, but it's perfectly natural. After that, it'll feel real good."

"Promise daddy?"

"Of course sweetheart! Would I ever lie to you?"

"No!"

"Bloody right!", he yelled back playfully, before grabbing Molly's hand and leading her back into the barn.

"Ok Molly, let's go find some place comfortable to fix your little problem. We're gonna have to take off all of our clothes, so we don't make em dirty, ok?"

"Ok daddy!", she squealed happily. Soon she be rid of that itch, just you watch! Her daddy was going to make it all better! She could now hear squishing sounds come from between her legs, and it was distracting her a bit."Daddy? My knickers are all wet."

"Don't worry love, we'll get them off of you shortly, promise."

He led her up into the hay loft and quickly disrobed the young eleven year old, starting with her blouse, under which were the the most cutest, blossoming titties he'd ever seen. They were already begining to grow, and she hasn't even started her first year at Hogwarts yet!

After the blouse came her skirt, rerevealing her slender legs and bubble butt. When his hands came to her knickers, he firmly squeezed her ass throught he cotton, getting a pleasant sigh from his little girl. Afte massaging it for a few moments more, he raised his fingers to the waistband, and slowly uncovered her undersea treasure.

As her panties pooled around her ankles, he stared, mouth agape, in wonder at what was hidden beneath the undergarment.

Her outer labia were swollen, puffy and glistening. Her juices, now no longer being collected by her knickers, dribbled from between the thin inner pussy lips, swollen with arousal and spread like flower petals, and slid down her legs.

She stepped out of her panties, her feet clad in cute little sandals that he decided to have her keep on, as there was no reason to remove them, and it made her look sexy in a cute-little-girl kind of way.

He made quick work of his own clothes and, using his wand, summoned a soft blanket and laid it over the hay, indicating to his daughter that she should lay down.

She was on her back, legs spread, a deep flush extending from her hair line down to her puffy little boobies, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each quick pant, her pretty little pussy wet with her juices...

He quickly fell to his knees and proceeded to give his Molly's juicy little cunny a proper tongue lashing.

He pulled her fat outer labia apart with both hands, one on either side, and sucked eagerly on her tiny cuntlips and spearing her tight little quim with his tongue and collecting her delicious fuck-sap with it's tip and swallowing it with immense pleasure. She gasped aloud, her hips rolling into his face as hard as she could, the tingles getting stronger and stronger, that horrible itch intesifiying to such incomprehesible degree that she felt as though her head was going explode!

His tongue began laving at ther little clitty as a thick finger probed her immature little fuck hole. Deeper and deeper it went, and, with each succesive thrust, she moaned louder and louder.

Just as she was about to peak, to reach her first climax of her young life, her daddy pulled back. Dazed, she looked at him with glazed eyes as he shuffled up between her legs, his pulsing member dripped with precum. Alistair's cock-head brushed up against her clitty, causing both of them to shudder. He humped forward, the underside of his cock sliding between the plump mound of her outer labia, back and forth, back and forth he went, driving them both mad with lust.

As the underside of his prick was glazed with her delicious juices, he reached down and coated the rest of his shaft with her fluids, stroking the meat until it was totally lubricated with her secretions.

He centered his glans with Molly's oh so tiny opening, pressing gently at her fully lubed fuck tube, probing it, spreading her little cunt lips ever so slightly.

"This might hurt a little bit, sweetheart. Are you ready?"

She moaned piteously as she nodded her head vigorously. She wanted this. She needed her daddy's thingie inside her cunny!

Slowly, gently, and with as much love as he had, he pressed the tip of his cock to her opening. her cleft split open like a peach as he continued to insert his member into her, millimeter by millimeter. She groaned loudly as his cock-head, that fat purple penetrator, fully imbedded itself inside of her. As the tip of his fuck-meat was engulfed by her pussy, he had to calm himself; the sexiness of his adult prick entering her preteen pussy almost too much for him, keeping him on the verge of cumming.

He pulled out fully, his body relaxing as he tried to control his breathing and his lust. He was afraid if he went too fast he might hurt her. Subconsciously, he was afraid if he screwed this up, he might not be able to do it again.

After he'd calmed himself down, he inserted his tip back in, and gently pressed even further. He continued to penetrate her, but stopped when he felt her hymen, less than an inch in and drooling with her own personal brand of fuck-sap, block his entry.

"Okay Molly, this is the part that's gonna hurt a little", he said as he humped in and out of her with short, shallow strokes. "Can you be a brave girl for daddy?"

"Yes daddy", she groaned hoarsely, her eyes swimming inside of their sockets, her body twitching as he stroked in and out of her, bringing her very quickly closer to the edge, "I'm ready."

He brought his tip back to her barrier, his hands fondling and massaging her tiny titties. His index finger and thumb circled around her nipples, the puffy pink, already galleon sized areola swollen, the fat nipples at their center hard as diamonds. He rolled them between his fingers, giving her shocks of pleasure that shot right to her clit again and again.

It was time. Twisting her nipples harshly, to put her mind off the pain of her cherry being popped, he thrust in hard, tearing through her hymen quickly, filling her - now no longer virgin - pussy with four inches of fat cock -the remaining four not yet able to fit in her premature fuck-sleeve -, stopping at the last barrier within her - her cervix, the entrance to her not yet fertile womb.

The pain that she had been expecting, that her father warned her about, never came.

But she did.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body convulsed in rapture. Her pussy clamped around her loving daddy's dick, as her nipples throbbed between his fingers. Her tiny feet wrapped aroung his ass, trying to pull him in as far as he could, and then farther still.

When her climax took over, and her sweet little cunny gripped his member like a warm velvety fist, he could hold himself back no longer.

Thick, white, creamy ropes of cum shot forth from his prick. One, two and three bolts shot from his balls, down his urethra and deep into Molly's pussy, the snake like constriction of her vaginal walls as she came pulled another five shots, bringing their payload to the entrance of her womb.

Alistair and his daughter lay on that soft blanket, gasping for air as they came down from their powerful climaxes. He sagged down, crushing the little girl with his comfortable weight, a very welcome weight. Molly wrapped her arms around her daddy's neck as she fought to catch her breath, her body still twitching with pleasurable aftershocks.

After they had finally calmed down, Molly looked up at her loving, fat-cocked daddy, and said something that would change their relationship forever.

"Daddy? It still itches a little. Can we do it again?"

<Breaker>

After that day, Molly and her daddy continued to fuck in many different ways, and in many different places. She was quick to arouse and slow to burn out. Her libido was almost insatiable, as she often times fucked her beloved daddy into exhaustion.

Her favorite memory of their times together was when she was fifteen, during the Christmas break of her fifth year. It was the Christmas Eve, and she was hot for daddy. Her fabulous tits having grown into D-cups, she pleasured him with a spit-lubed titfuck, before stopping as he was about to cum, turning around, and presented her winking rosebud to dear daddy. He further lubricated his cock by thrusting it in her red, drooling, fur-lined snatch - balls deep - stroking four or five times, before presenting the tip of that fabulous fuck-stick to her anal ring and speared it deep, all eight inches slamming into her like greased lightning, his fat, heavy ball-sack slapping against her pussy with a loud smacking noise.

He pounded her to several screaming climaxes before he filled her colon with his sponk. The entire act, from beginning to end, was done on her daddy's bed, right next to her sleeping, and - to this day - still oblivious mother. It wasn't the first time that they had had sex next to her unconscious mum, but it would be the last.

Two days after New Years Day of that year, her father had been killed by a blood supremacist, championing himself as a soldier to a then unknown Lord Voldemort, killing those he believed to be blood traitors. Her father was close to the top of the list.

When Molly heard the news of her father's murder, she'd been crushed. She felt as though her whole world had collapsed. Her loving father, her first - and at the time only - lover, and most trusted confidante, had been taken away from her. Just before he died, they had been discussing their kinks and fetishes; his had been rather tame and vanilla, while hers were fast becoming a wide variety of flavors.

She'd told him of one rather deliciously naughty fetish that they both shared: she had confided in him of her desires for younger lovers, boys -and girls!- younger than she; of her nigh unquenchable lust for first and second years. Though (mostly) never acted upon - it had first manifested at the end of her fourth year.

All during the summer she had regaled and aroused him with tales of seeing little gryffindor first year girls in their all together during showers. She explained during her christmas break how she, as a prefect, occasionally stunned, stripped, and took pictures of them in lewd positions. Sometimes, when she really lost control, after stripping them she would lick their bald cunnies until they came.

Molly had wanted to suckle on firstie cock, to get those tiny twiddlers into her warm, hot and wet mouth, but she could never think up a plausible reason to be in their dorms after curfew. Well, that's a bit of a lie; she had thought up plenty and tried to use a few of the good ones, but they never held up and had only drawn unnecessary suspicion on her.

During that fondly remembered christmas break, her favorite position, the one she loved the most, was to get fucked from behind by her daddy as he looked at these little darlings, stripped naked, blissfully unaware of what was going on in the waking world as they slumbered. Sometimes she took pictures of herself licking their smooth, hairless little pussies, which really got her daddy going, but after they came, he would destroy them, leaving no evidence to implicate his daughter of wrongdoing.

And then her daddy died. She had no one to confide in anymore. Her mum wouldn't understand; Hell, she'd probably call the aurors on her. Her friends would likely do the same. After Alistair passed, she stopped touching the firsties, and anyone really, even though she really, really wanted to.

It was during the easter break, her mind filled with dark thoughts and battling depression, that she met Arthur Weasley.

She had decided to stay at Hogwarts during this break, as the thought of going home made her remember her daddy and want to cry, weeping ultimately useless tears of loss and lonliness. She had left her dorms early one evening, with the excuse of preparing to do her prefect rounds, and fled to the quidditch pitch to mourn her late father. As she was about to exit the entrance to the castle, she ran into Arthur. Literally.

Had either of them been paying attention, the collision would have been entirely avoidable, but, alas, they were not. They crashed into one another, their speeds - Molly at a brisk pace and Arthur running - sent them both on their asses, fluttering their robes. Her's opened to show her school uniform beneath, her large breasts shaking as she landed, her skirt flipping up to show tiny, practically transluscent pink knickers that barely covered her well pronounced mound, with little red hairs escaping on either side.

His opened to reveal...nothing. Beneath his robes he was completely nude; his member, considerably bigger than his short stature would have normally implied, hung limply against -and slightly over and around- his leg. He, too, was a fifth year prefect and she often times spoke to him in passing, but other than that didn't really interact with him.

When she saw he was naked under his robes, she stared in open mouthed shock at his penis. The size, shape and thickness was very familiar, reminding her of her late father's lady-pleaser. As she gazed at his mysteriously glistening dick, she thought back to all she knew of this boy. He was known to be easy-going, nice to a fault, courteous and respectful to women, and, if rumors were true, quite secretive and mischievious. Hmm...

Arthur, panting softly from exertion, knew he was in trouble as soon as he opened his eyes and saw Molly "Big Top" Weasley, a girl known to have an explosive temper, and one he had a rather large crush on, was gawking at his cock.

Which was now rapidly inflating to full erection.

"Oh my..."

END CHAPTER ONE, PART 1

This seemed to write itself, it went so fast! Chapter 2 is on it's way, being at least a quarter done already, and further explains the changes that Molly went through during her childhood affected her as an adult.

Hope you enjoy, and see you soon!

"Fuckin" Devil Kiwi

New Note:

Edited bits and pieces here and there, but just minor details, nothing major. Please note that this chapter, and the following two, are just a bit of background before Harry and company are introduced. Happy reading!
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