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Confessions of a Horny Harpie	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 29483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 1

AN

Greetings my fellow lovers of filth and depravity, Old Dirty Bastard here, with another tale of Harry Potter inspired porn. This once again features Ginny Weasley, although I am working on a companion piece set in the same world titled ‘Confessions of a Wizarding Hero’ which will allow Mr P to get his leg over. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.

BTW, during one of my previous stories I was asked who I imagined my version of Ginny looked like. While I’d previously envisaged her as a mix of French porn legend Vivienne Fovea and a bustier Anna Swix, I have recently been playing the naughty computer game ‘Innocent Witches’ and I think they’ve pretty much nailed all the girls there, particularly Ginny and Luna. If you’re unfamiliar with the game I’m sure if you search on the internet you’ll find a picture of Ginny. Search on the right site and I’m sure you’ll quite a lot of her, too!

Ginny Weasley looked up at the crest that adorned the gate in front of her. ‘Holyhead Harpies, established 1203’ the badge read, the words intertwined with a golden talon. Just the sight of it made her heart swell.

Part of her couldn’t believe she was there, so close to actually becoming a Harpy herself. Through her hard work and sheer stubbornness, she had obtained a trial with the club. Not that this was any guarantee of getting signed, of course. Dozens of other witches would be vying for a limited number of places over a strenuous, week-long series of tests. Still, she was so close to realising her dream that Ginny could taste it. She’d made many sacrifices to get to this point and she wasn’t going to fail now.

Hurrying through the gate, she headed for the registration building with hope in her heart.

By the end of the day, Ginny was feeling weary. So far, she hadn’t seen a single broom and the entire day had been taken up with administration, briefings, and motivational speeches. She’d been introduced to the reserve team coach, Gwen Davies, who would be training them if they got through the trial. The dark-haired woman had come across as someone who didn’t suffer fools gladly and Ginny was determined to stay on her good side.

She’d been told that the actual trials would start tomorrow and, in the meantime, they would all be housed in tents erected around the training field. All the prospect players had been split up into groups of four, not for any other reason than that was the number of people each tent held and told to get an early night. Naturally, the girls had all been too excited to sleep and had gathered in the middle of their assigned tent to get to know each other.

Ginny was delighted to discover that she was sharing with a fellow Gryffindor teammate, Demelza Robins. It was a great comfort to know that she would be lodging with a girl she’d shared a dorm room with during her entire time at Hogwarts, even if the two had never been particularly close. In fact, apart from when playing Quidditch, Ginny had hardly seen Demelza as she normally spent all her time with her boyfriend, Jack Sloper. It was a shock to her to discover the pretty brunette was no longer with the young man.

“I think we just got fed up with each other,” Demelza revealed. “We’d been together since my fifth year and we just ended up getting bored with the relationship.”

The tent’s other two occupants were shamelessly listening into the conversation. Adele Grant was a quiet, slim girl who was half-French and therefore had attended Beauxbatons School. She only had the faintest of accents, though, and seemed friendly if rather reserved.

The other girl was quite the opposite. Gracie Collins was the oldest of them being a whole twenty-one years old. She was a busty blonde who had played semi-professional before getting a trial with the Harpies. She was loud, crude, and seemed to take a delight in trying to embarrass the younger girls.

“Gave him the shove because he was a useless shag, did you?” Gracie suggested. Demelza frowned.

“No I didn’t,” she snapped. “Jack was perfectly good between the sheets, thank you very much. We just grew apart, that’s all.”

“Wait a minute, you two actually had sex,” Ginny gasped.

“Umm, yeah. You went out with a few boys, didn’t you ever shag any of them?”

“Nah, I bet she’s a virgin,” Gracie crowed. “Is that right, red? Have you never had it in you?”

“Shut up,” Ginny growled. “I suppose you’ve had loads of blokes, have you?”

“About a dozen, if I recall,” the blonde said smugly. “Of course, when you have a fantastic body like mine, finding handsome, well-hung guys is easy. I have them all begging to spend time with me.”

“You’re promiscuous,” Adele noted. “I’ve only had sex with two boys myself. By Beauxbatons’ standard, I was rather a wallflower, I’m afraid.”

Ginny blinked. Was she really the only virgin in the tent? She could see Gracie looking at her maliciously and she knew she would be teased mercilessly if she confirmed that she’d never done it before.

“I’m the same, Adele,” she said quickly, “just the two. You remember Michael and Dean, Demelza, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I always rather liked Dean.”

“Oh, and you shagged both of them, did you?” Gracie said challengingly.

“Yeah,” Ginny lied.

“You do know that there are spells that can determine how many sexual partners you’ve had, don’t you?”

“Gracie, that spell is banned,” Demelza cried. “If you’re caught casting that you’ll be kicked out of here before your feet can touch the ground! In fact, you could be arrested.”

“Oh, tosh. I didn’t say I was going to cast it, did I?” the blonde said with a wave of her hand. “Still, I wonder what the results of that charm would be if it was cast? You never know when something like that might hit you in the back when you’re not looking, eh?”

Both Adele and Demelza looked scandalised but Ginny bit her tongue. The more experienced girl had obviously seen through her lie and she risked being ridiculed if she was exposed. Truthfully, the closest she’d ever come to sex was when Dean got a bit over-excited and squeezed one of her boobs. She’d actually threatened to hex him if he ever did it again. Such things just hadn’t seemed important in her final year, either. The war had been ended by the mysterious Harry Potter and she’d been more interested in leading the Gryffindor Quidditch team to glory than getting her leg over. It looked like she was the only one who hadn’t been shagging.

Fortunately, the conversation moved on but Ginny noticed Gracie occasionally smirk at her.

It looked like this was going to be a long week.
The next couple of days proved to be good ones for Ginny. The trials began in earnest and she was pleased to see that she was amongst the best of the players there. In fact, her tent-mates also proved to be superior in their chosen fields and Ginny wondered if they had been put together deliberately. Nevertheless, in the two mock games they had already played she had been the top scorer in both with Demelza a close second.

Many of the wannabe Harpies were clearly not up to much, either in physical fitness or skills department. Gwen Davies had organised a remedial fitness session for a group of them to see if they could be licked into shape, something Ginny had been excused from as she’d already proved herself. This gave her an unexpected afternoon off.

Not wanting to be stuck in the tent on such a beautiful day, she’d decided to go for a walk. She’d skirted the edge of the training field where half-a-dozen of her fellow prospects were currently doing star jumps while Gwen yelled at them, and headed for the rough ground beyond. Being a country girl, she always liked rambling through the fields and she hadn’t wanted to spend any more time around Gracie and her increasingly accurate jibes about her sexual history. It was like the busty blonde could smell a virgin!

Feeling frustrated, she wandered onto a narrow dirt path that appeared to lead away from the training facilities and towards a small wooded area that bordered the complex. She was so deep in thought that she nearly trod on a man who was lying on the ground farcing the training field. He evidently hadn’t heard her approach and was intent on gazing through a pair of omnioculars that were pointing at girls doing exercises on the field. If she was not mistaken, the man also had his hand down the front of his trousers.

“Nice view?” Ginny asked loudly.

The man nearly jumped three feet into the air. He flipped himself over and stared at her in horror but not before pulling his hand out of his trousers.

Now that she could see him properly, Ginny saw that he was younger than she had first thought, probably in his mid-twenties. Interestingly, he wore one of the green polo shirts that were issued to Harpie support staff which at least proved that he was meant to be on the grounds. He also wore a pair of fairly tight white trousers in the front of which was a sizable lump that could have been only one thing.

“Oh, shit! Umm, I mean, I’m sorry!” the man burbled.

“What are you doing? Why are you spying on those girls?”

“Please don’t tell anyone,” he begged. “You see, I’m the groundsman here. I have been for the last six months, actually. I wouldn’t normally do this sort of thing, but…”

“But what?”

“I’m just so bloody bored,” he exclaimed. “When I took this job, I thought it would be interesting but there’s nothing to do! Everything is done by magic. Oh, I set the lawnmower going every few days or so but that just takes a tap of my wand. Setting up the goals is all done by magic and so is marking out the pitch. The house-elves look after the ornament garden so I have bugger all to do.”

“So, being at a loose end you just decided to have a quick tug while watching the players jumping up and down, eh?”

“I can’t help it. Those uniforms you girls wear are so revealing and you’re all so bloody gorgeous. Seeing all those firm, athletic bodies get all sweaty is just too much for me. It drives me bloody wild!”

Ginny looked at the man. She had to admit that he wasn’t bad-looking at all. He had messy, black hair and a burly physique. In fact, he was really hunky. What she couldn’t stop looking at, though, was that lump in his trousers. Just staring at it made her feel very strange. Her mouth was dry and her heart seemed to be beating a little faster as she gazed at the large protuberance.

The young man perhaps seeing where her eyes were directed awkwardly tried to cover himself with his hand. His face went red and he seemed unable to meet her gaze.

“You know, being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere can be a bit frustrating for us players, too,” she said. “I mean, you’re the first bloke I’ve seen since Sunday.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Oh, there’s no need to try and cover yourself up with your hand. I don’t mind.”

“You don’t? Umm, that’s good.”

Nervously, the groundsman let his hand fall to his side. The lump was still there, as large as ever, and Ginny felt herself starting to tremble slightly. With having to listen to Gracie’s crude comments for the last few days, sex had been very much on her mind and now, right before her, was a piece of prime male sausage. She’d been ashamed at still being a virgin and now she might have the chance to do something about it.

“I have an idea,” she said, her voice warbling slightly. “Since we’re both feeling frustrated, why don’t we do something about it? Is there somewhere we could go?”

“There’s my office. It’s just there through the trees.”

“Let’s go then.”

The groundsman leapt to his feet, his eyes wide with surprise. Looking like he couldn’t believe his luck, he led her down the path into the wooded area. Pretty soon a large, shed-like building came into sight. It reminded Ginny of her father’s shed back home but hopefully, this one wasn’t full of Muggle junk.

By the time they reached the door to the building, Ginny’s legs were shaking. Her breathing was becoming ragged and she was starting to tremble with excitement. Was this it? Was she finally going to get laid? She was pretty sure her knickers were already damp with anticipation.

The young man led her into the building which also seemed to serve as a storage space for gardening supplies and into a small office that was walled off from the rest of the building. On entering, Ginny saw the place was reassuringly messy, with a desk covered in papers and a few plant pots stacked up on the floor. What really caught her eyes was the fact that there was a cot set up in one corner with a blanket thrown over it.

“Do you live here?” she asked.

“What? Oh, my word, no. I said I got bored, right? Well, I put the camp bed in here so I could have a nap in the afternoons. It helps pass the day, you see.”

“I see.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds before they launched themselves at each other. The man crushed his lips against hers and began to run his hands greedily over her body. Ginny made no effort to stop him and began to pull at his shirt, trying to drag it over his head. Awkwardly trying to keep their lips pressed together, they managed to remove the garment between them. With her heart racing, Ginny immediately began to fumble with his belt while he started to pull her training top off.

A strange dance followed as each of them tried to wrench the clothing off of the other. Ginny felt her skirt being pulled off even as she yanked the man’s trousers down. He nearly fell over as he tried to pull off his shoes and eventually had to grab the desk with one hand as he removed his footwear. Ginny took this opportunity to kick off her trainers, leaving her in just her knickers and bra. The groundsman was now just had on his boxer shorts and, leaping forward, she grabbed the hem of the garment and yanked them down. Then she froze.

The young man’s cock stood at attention before her, thick and hard. His glands looked swollen and angry while a vein in his shaft seemed to be throbbing. It was the first time she’d ever seen a hard dick in real life and she was mesmerized.

She would probably have just stood there gazing stupidly at the man’s manhood if he hadn’t grabbed her and start to fumble with her bra. While made a piss-poor job of trying to unfasten it, Ginny tore her panties off. She’d just kicked them away when the groundsman finally succeeded in undoing her bra allowing her breast to fall free.

They stared at each other for a moment, each taking in the other’s naked form. The man was as muscular as he looked although Ginny couldn’t tear her eyes away from his hard cock, so thick and inviting. Not being able to stand it any longer, Ginny pushed him hard in the chest, sending him reeling until he fell back onto the cot.

She was on him in a second. The camp bed was quite narrow but she managed to climb on top of him, straddling him between her legs. Then, with a trembling hand, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his manhood.

It was as thick as she had imagined, hard and hot to the touch. She caressed it, her body shaking with desire. Never in her life had she felt so excited and she realised she was panting like a dog in heat.

Trembling, she shuffled up the cot until she was directly above the man’s pulsating penis. Her arm was shaking as she lined herself up with his shaft and she shivered as she felt his engorged helmet rub up against the dripping lips of her pussy. With her heart beating fit to burst, she lowered herself down.

“Oh. OH! OH, MERLIN’S FUCKING BALLS!”

With her eyes bulging, Ginny allowed the thick shaft to slide into her soaking wet cunt. Her mind went into overdrive as inch after delicious inch of magnificent cock entered her, stretching her virgin pussy and making her sob with delight.

Soon, she could go no further and she realised that she had his entire length inside her. She’d never experienced anything like it before and it thrilled her beyond belief. Her body began to move of its own volition and she leaned forward slightly to provide a better angle for her to be penetrated. Then, her hips began to move, slowly at first, but quickly gather speed, allowing the groundsman’s throbbing dick to slide in and out of her grateful pussy.

Unable to control herself, she began to slam herself down on him harder, desperate to cram every bit of his not inconsiderable length into her. Placing her hands on his broad chest, Ginny impaled herself on his stiff prick, again and again, howling at the top of her voice and begging him to fuck her harder. For his part, the young man just gripped the side of the cot and tried to hang on.

Ginny lost all awareness of anything around her other than the wondrous cock that was buried deep in her snatch. The entire Harpie team could have filed in the room to watch and she wouldn’t have noticed. Her tongue hung from the side of her mouth and her eyes threatened to roll into her head as she continued to ram herself down onto the man’s dick. The cot was in serious danger of collapsing such was the violence that she slammed into the man. Her loins burnt like fire and she screamed her head off in delight.

“Oh, bugger… I… please, slow down… I… I can’t last,” the groundsman moaned.

Nothing on the planet could have stopped her at this point. Her hips were a blur as she rode his dick hard. Then, just as she was approaching her climax, the young man suddenly grabbed her and held her tight. He slammed himself into her a few more times, sobbing out loud as he did so. Then, he was still. Releasing her, he slumped back on the cot, red-faced and gasping for air.

It took a minute or so for Ginny’s racing heart to return to normal. She could feel his previously rock-hard cock soften within her and there was something warm and slimy dripping down her thighs.

“Oh, did you cum?” she moaned.

“Yeah, sorry. Your pussy just felt too good.”

Disappointed that things had come to such an abrupt end, Ginny raised herself up and scuttled down the bed slightly. The man’s spent cock slapped limply against his leg, white goo dripping from the end. Hesitantly, she reached down between her legs and found the sticky substance was dripping out of her pussy, too. She held her fingers up to her face and stared in amazement at all the jizz dripping off them. Then, a thought occurred to her. She looked down at the red-faced groundsman.

“Oh, by the way, my name’s Ginny,” she said.

“Tom,” he replied automatically, offer her his hand. After they had shaken, a slightly disgusted expression came onto his face as he realised that his fingers were now covered in his discharge, too.

Ginny burst out laughing.

It was a temptation not to skip her way back to the tent. Ginny was practically dancing on air as she relished the thought that she’d just lost her virginity. Gracie could go and fuck herself now.
She’d left Tom slumped on his cot, exhausted and drifting into sleep. She’d been slightly irritated by that. They’d just fucked each other’s brains out, surely he could have at least seen her off.

Despite that, Ginny couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Her first time had been a wonderful experience and she couldn’t wait for her second. In fact, she would have been happy to go a second round with the groundsman if he hadn’t appeared completely spent. Still, there were plenty more fish in the sea and she realised that a huge weight that she hadn’t known was there had been lifted from her shoulders. Sex was nothing to be feared and, indeed, it was to be savoured.

For the first time, she felt jealous of Gracie and her multiple partners. It sounded like the lucky cow regularly got a good seeing-to.

Still, she reasoned, her situation could change rapidly. If she succeeded in becoming a Harpie, she would be joining a team that was near-legendary for their wildness. Once she started wearing that famous green and gold uniform she’d have blokes lining up to shag her. Just the thought of it sent a thrill through her.

As she walked past the training field she saw that the less fortunate trainees were still on the pitch, running in wide circles. Ginny tried not to smirk, she really did.
By Thursday evening it was pretty clear who was going to make the first cut. The next day the staff would be announcing who had been unsuccessful and would be leaving the camp. Ginny was confident that she wouldn’t be one of those going and neither would any of her tent-mates. They would all be moving forward to the next stage of the trials together.

This didn’t mean that any of them were assured of becoming Harpies, however. Assuming they got through, they would then face a further fortnight of drills, practice games, and physical conditioning. At least they would be moved out of the tent and into the main accommodation block.

The tent had become very unpopular amongst the girls, not least because North Wales was experiencing its hottest summer in over twenty years. Despite numerous Cooling Charms, the tent was still stifling. Gracie, of course, decided this was justification for walking around naked. The young woman seemed to enjoy flaunting her sexy body in front of them and had called Adele prudish when she complained. Naturally, the other girls had taken this as a challenge and all four girls now spend their evenings stark naked. In the heat, Ginny was quite grateful for that fact.

Currently, the four of them were lying on their beds, chewing the fat, and just generally hanging out. Naturally, with Gracie present, the conversation soon turned to the subject of sex.

“So, girls,” the busty blonde asked, “how big was the largest cock you’ve ever had?”

“Gracie!” Demelza moaned.

“Oh, sorry, Demz, I forgot that you’d only porked the one bloke. Had a titchy one, did he?”

“No, Jack was a very respectable length, thank you.”

“How big?”

“Umm, I’m not sure. About five inches or so.”

“Umm, average then,” Gracie said dismissively. “How about you, red? What’s the biggest sausage you’ve had up your fanny?”

“Err, about this big,” Ginny responded, holding her fingers apart at what she judged Tom’s length to have been.

“What, about six inches, would you say? Not bad, I guess. Of course, I’ve had an eight incher,” Gracie boasted. “A right beauty, it was. Best fuck I ever had.”

“Wait a minute,” Ginny protested, “what about Adele. You didn’t ask her.”

“What, Miss Wallflower there? Can’t imagine she’s had many well-hung studs lusting after her. Okay, come on, girlie, what have you had stuffed up your snatch?”

“It was about this long, I think,” Adele said, holding her hands apart.

The three girls all stared at her. She wasn’t serious, was she?

“Fuck off,” Gracie sneered. “That’s got to be twelve inches! There’s no way you’ve had a cock that big.”

“His name was Jean-Paul and he was quite famous at Beauxbatons,” Adele explained. “He never had a permanent girlfriend and was always willing to satisfy any girl who asked, no matter what they looked like. Fat, thin, ugly, beautiful; he just didn’t care. He would make love to any girl who asked nicely.”

“Fucking hell! I wish I went to Beauxbatons,” Gracie exclaimed.

“Me, too,” Ginny agreed.

“What was it like?” Demelza asked.

“Oh, well, a little uncomfortable at first, but we’d used a spell that stretched and lubricated me. Once that took hold I had a wonderful time. He had me three times in all.”

“Bloody hell!”

“I’ve heard of spells like that,” Demelza said. “No one ever taught me how to cast it, though.”

“Really? You don’t know?” Adele exclaimed in surprise.

Silence reigned. Even Gracie looked blank.

“They were very common at Beauxbatons. There are all sorts of charms available. The most popular ones increase your sexual stamina and make anal sex comfortable.”

“Err, you wouldn’t be up for teaching us those charms, would you?” Ginny asked.

“Sure! I’d be delighted to.”

“Great!”

“I could have used that anal sex spell a while back,” Gracie noted. “I let this one guy do me up the arse and it bloody hurt.”

“My first boyfriend regularly took me up the back passage,” Adele confirmed. “With the charm, it’s extremely pleasurable.”

“Merlin, I bet that made you popular with him,” Demelza muttered.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so horny!” Gracie moaned. “I desperately need some cock!”

“You’ll have to lump it,” Ginny said. “We’ll be locked down for at least another fortnight.”

“I know. Fuck it, I need to get shagged so badly.”

“Gracie!” Adele cried.

Ginny looked up and saw what had shocked the half-French girl. Gracie was lying with her legs apart and her hand rubbing her exposed pussy. Her fingers caressed the pink lips of her cunt roughly and the girl moaned softly as she pleasured herself. Seeing the other girls staring at her, Gracie grinned.

“What’s the matter, ladies? Have you never seen a beautiful woman masturbating before?”

“Do you have to do that right in front of us?” Demelza protested.

“Where else can I do it?” Gracie pointed out. “Besides, we’re all going to become Harpies soon. Those girls are famous for having no limits. From what I’ve heard about the team parties, rubbing one out in front of everyone is nothing. You need to loosen your morals, girls.”

Smirking, Gracie continued to rub her pussy unashamedly in front of them. If Ginny was honest, she’d masturbated frequently since she got here but did it quietly in her bed after lights out. From what she heard, the other girls did it, too. Gracie was just being open about it. Besides, watching the sexy blonde masturbating was getting her hot.

Making up her mind, Ginny purposefully spread her legs. She slipped her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as her hand began to move.

“Ginny!” Demelza gasped.

“What?” she said defensively. “If Gracie is going to start rubbing one out in the open then I’m not missing out. Besides, I’m horny as hell, too.”

Demelza gawped at her for a second before she lay back down. Then, slowly, she too parted her legs and began to masturbate. A second later, Adele joined in.

Soft moans of pleasure filled the tent as the four witches all rubbed themselves. Ginny couldn’t help but notice that her tent-mates were all watching each other. Her eyes rested on Gracie who was now slipping her fingers in and out of her cunt.

“How sexy is this,” Gracie announced. “Four hot bitches like us, all getting themselves off. Your pussy looks really wet, there, Ginny.”

“It is,” she confirmed lustily. “Yours looks pretty wet, too.”

“Ladies, if we’re going to do this then I think I can do something to make this better,” Adele announced.

The tall girl swung herself off her cot and grabbed her wand. She held out her left hand and waved her wand with her right. In a flash, four large dildos appeared in her hand.

“Bloody hell, Adele! Was that one of the spells you learnt at Beauxbatons? Fuck, trust the French to come up with something like that,” Gracie exclaimed.

Grinning, Adele walked over and handed one of the dildos to the busty blonde who looked at it like it was made of gold. Demelza was next and took hers gratefully. Adele then handed one to Ginny who took it and stared at it.

“Blimey, you do like ‘em big, don’t you,” she noted. “How large is this?”

“Eight inches.”

“Cool. Thanks, Adele.”

Eagerly, Ginny spread her legs once again and placed the tip of the dildo against her sex. With excitement building inside her, she slid the thick object inside her.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good!” she moaned.

“Yeah, this is brilliant,” Gracie agreed. The blonde had her legs wide apart and was ramming the dildo into herself brutally.

“You’re welcome, girls,” Adele said. “Oh, they only last a few hours before they vanish so you don’t have to worry about hiding them.”

“You are going to teach us these spells, aren’t you?” Ginny asked.

“Of course.”

“Adele, I think I love you,” Gracie groaned.

Panting with lust, Ginny pushed the dildo deep into her cunt. It looked like the camp was going to be even more fun than she thought.
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