The Burning Pen

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Snippet #19 HP/GW/GG
Happy Birthday or a Ginny Sandwich
 

”Harry, I want to try something different,” twenty-four year old Ginny Weasley said, “I want to do a threesome.”

Harry looked at her, his green eyes troubled.

They were sitting at a back table in the Hog’s Head Inn, having a couple of firewhiskeys. They brought their own glasses. Aberforth’s cleaning methods weren’t the most sanitary. Besides, Ginny needed the liquid courage to tell Harry her fantasy.

Of course he took it as a personal jibe.

”If I don’t satisfy you anymore Ginny, just tell me,” he said darkly, adjusting his glasses as if to see her more clearly.

Ginny sighed and took Harry’s hand.

”Harry, you do satisfy me. I just want a little something more,” the witch said softly, “I don’t want a relationship with the extra person…just some hot shagging. I want to know what it’s like to do two wizards at once.”

”But I don’t like the idea of another man sticking his cock in you, Ginny,” Harry said, fingering his glass.

”Harry, it’s only a physical act. I won’t have any feelings for this guy. He’ll just be an extra,” Ginny said.

Harry’s face turned black.

”I don’t care. You’re my witch, Ginny. No. Absolutely not!” Harry said emphatically, “I’ll not watch you being shagged by another wizard and that’s final!”

Ginny looked at Harry, her brown eyes sad. Why was he such a prude? It was just something she wanted to try, and an experience she wanted to share with him. It wasn’t like she wanted to run off and shag somebody else without him. It wasn’t cheating…it was just…exploration.

She’d been with Harry since her sixth year, but didn’t have sex with him until after he had tracked down the Horcruxes and destroyed Voldemort. Severus Snape turned out to be a living Horcrux and Albus Dumbledore had been restored. After that, Harry was free to have a relationship with the only daughter of the Weasley clan, and they loved each other very much, though marriage had not yet come up.

Ginny didn’t say anything more about it, but Harry noticed her enthusiasm for sex had changed. Oh, she still engaged in it with him and as far as Harry was concerned, it was very good. But he had the distinct impression that even when she orgasmed, she wasn’t completely satisfied. And they no longer talked when they were finished. Ginny would just kiss him afterwards, rest in his arms and go to sleep. She wasn’t cold…just different.

Harry knew what it was. The damn threesome she wanted to try. She didn’t say anything about it but it hung over them like a cloud. The boy who lived began to worry Ginny might leave him, although she said she loved him very much.

Ginny’s birthday was coming up and Harry asked her what she wanted.

”Oh, anything you get me will be fine, Harry,” she said without enthusiasm.

It was as if the light inside the witch had gone out.

Harry agonized over the situation. Ginny was unhappy, and he had promised her long ago he would do anything to keep her happy. But having another wizard fuck her had not crossed his mind as one of the things he’d have to do.

Harry began to think. What if he did find another wizard to join them in bed? It couldn’t be anyone who would eclipse him. He couldn’t be too handsome or too built. Preferably, he wouldn’t be too bright either. Who could he find like that?

Harry was walking toward the Ministry one morning when he saw his old school nemesis, Gregory Goyle, one of Draco’s former goons. He was just as apish as ever and his hair had thinned considerably.

Goyle was never the brightest torch in the corridor, but he managed to secure a position as supply manager for the Chudley Canons Quidditch team. Which meant he took care of all the uniforms and equipment, maintaining the brooms, washing the uniforms, caring for the quaffles, snitches and bludgers. He was paid well and the job still had some glamour associated with it because of the team. He could have done much worse for himself.

Harry eyed Goyle speculatively. He hadn’t spoken to him for years. The wizard was rather hairy and broad, and less than handsome. There was no way Ginny could be attracted to him on a personal level.

But he did have a cock. Harry didn’t know how big it was, but considering the rest of the package, even a big cock couldn’t make him overly attractive.

Hmmm.

Harry really would have liked Ron’s opinion about this, but he didn’t dare tell Ron his sister wanted to fuck two men at once. He’d explode and confront her, probably call her all kinds of names as well, then get hexed into next week.

Ginny didn’t stand for Ron’s bullying, and on top of that she would probably break up with Harry for telling her brother in the first place. So, Ron wasn’t an option. Hermione was even a worse option. Even though she was actively shagging that greasy bastard Snape, she still acted the prude.

Harry was sure the Potions Master probably tied Hermione up and tortured her before he could engage in sex. He was just that freaking dark. Still, Hermione would act mortified.

And the Headmaster? Good gods, he’d probably have a heart attack. Actually, Albus wouldn’t. He had a rather wild sex life of his own back in the day…Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprout figuring in quite heavily. Albus was a bit of a chubby chaser, but Minerva could do things with her mouth that should have been illegal. Harry had no way of knowing this however, because of how benign Albus’ nature was. Quite possibly his sex life had a lot to do with his “mellowness.”

Harry was on his own in this. He took a deep breath and caught up to Goyle, who lumbered ahead of him on his way to the Quidditch shop to pick up two new bludgers and a quaffle.

”Hiya, Goyle!” Harry said to him in a friendly voice.

Goyle swung his head around.

”Hey Potter. How’ve you been?” he answered.

Goyle had mellowed since his association with Draco Malfoy had broken off. Real life took over and the wizard learned he had to be able to get along with all types of people regardless of House or status if he wanted to make it.

”I’ve been fine. How are the Canons’ chances for the Cup this year?” Harry asked him, which started a friendly little chat, Harry accompanying the wizard to the shop and carrying the quaffle back to the Quidditch pitch the Canons practiced at. By the time Harry left, he and Goyle had agreed to meet up at the Hogshead Inn this coming Friday for a few drinks and to chat a bit more.

Ginny’s birthday was that Saturday.

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Saturday, after spending time with Hermione and her own family, Ginny met up with Harry at the Three Broomsticks. He said he had a special present for her, one that she would like very much and she was curious.

She looked delicious in a form-fitting green dress that offset her flaming red hair.

“You look good enough to eat, Ginny,” Harry said, kissing her soundly and his eyes washing over her appreciatively before he pulled out her chair and helped her sit. He ordered all her favorite foods and plenty of wine. They had a wonderful meal. But he didn’t say anything about her present.

Finally Ginny had to ask him.

”So where’s my present, Harry?” she asked him.

”Well, I’ve rented a room here,” Harry said to her, “I figured we’d go upstairs and have a night of hot sex.”

Ginny’s eyes clouded up a moment. That didn’t sound very special at all. Harry could see the disappointment in her eyes.

”It’ll be good, Ginny…I promise,” he said, taking the witch’s hand.

Ginny sighed.

”All right, Harry,” she said glumly.

It was as if that heavy cloud returned and lingered over their table. After several more glasses of wine, Harry decided it was time to go upstairs. He took Ginny’s arm and led her up to the room, using the key and opening the door. He then took out his wand and warded it securely and placed a silencing spell around the room.

Ginny looked around the room. It was a very basic room, with white walls and featured a huge bed with a wooden headboard. Well, they’d have plenty of room to move around. There was another room off to the side. The door was closed.  Harry certainly hadn't spent much money on the accommodations.  At least he could have got a suite.  Ginny felt disappointed.

”You get comfortable. I’ll be right back,” Harry said, walking into the bathroom.

With a small sigh, Ginny began to undress. She wasn’t excited at all. She slid her dress down and removed it, resting it on an armchair. She hadn’t worn a bra and stood in her green lacy knickers. Ginny was slender but had full breasts and a nice bubble butt that drove Harry wild.

”Damn, you’re pretty, Ginny,” a male voice said to her.

Ginny whirled and stared at Goyle, who emerged from the other room, dressed only in a pair of black boxers. He was muscular but had a belly and his shoulders were a bit rounded. And he was covered in hair.

”Goyle? What are you doing here?” Ginny gasped covering her breasts.

”Harry told me I was your present,” Goyle replied with a smile.

”Oh my gods,” Ginny gasped, then turned toward the bathroom, “Harry Potter, you get out here right now!”

The door opened and Harry emerged, also clad in boxers, his toned, nearly hairless body almost the direct opposite of Goyle’s.

Ginny put her hands on her hips as Goyle moved her dress aside and sat down on the chair. He and Harry had discussed exactly how this would go down. He’d watch them first, then when things got going, he’d join in. There was to be no kissing or oral sex. He was just supposed to fuck the witch…which he was more than willing to do. He hadn’t had sex in a long time.

“You picked Goyle?” Ginny asked him, frowning.

”Yeah. Goyle’s a nice guy now, Ginny…and he doesn’t get much action. I thought he’d be perfect,” Harry said to her.

Ginny turned and looked at Goyle doubtfully. He was big…but gods…so hairy. But still…he was another wizard. That was what she said she wanted and hadn’t given any specifics such as he be handsome, trim and hairless. All she wanted was an extra cock. Judging by the tent in Goyle’s boxers, he certainly had that.

“Let me see what you’re working with, Goyle,” Ginny said to him.

Goyle stood up and pulled down the front of his boxers. He was uncircumcised and his cock was thick though not as long as Harry’s, which Harry was quite glad of. Ginny felt a little pulse go through her as he pulled the foreskin back, the pink head glistening and ready.

”Is that all right?” he asked Ginny, whose brown eyes rested on it hungrily.

She nodded and Goyle gave her a smile.

”Seems like you’re onboard Goyle,” Harry said to him as he drew Ginny into his arms, “Now you watch us for a while. I’ll call you to join us in a bit.”

Goyle pulled his boxers back up and sat down, watching Harry kiss and caress Ginny, his eyes full of lust as the wizard’s hands fondled her breasts and ass.

Ginny was groaning as Harry touched her, turned on by the idea another man was watching them and wasted no time going down on Harry, kneeling and turning their bodies so Goyle could watch her suck the wizard’s cock.

Goyle was groaning himself as she gulped Harry down, the wizard’s hand fisted in her flaming red hair, leaning back slightly and thrusting his hips, stroking into the witch’s mouth.

”Yes…damn Ginny…do it,” Harry breathed as she bobbed over him.

Goyle wished Harry hadn’t limited what he could do. He’d love to feel Ginny sucking him. Well, maybe if he made a good showing they’d invite him back with less restrictions. He could tell Harry was very jealous though…and he’d have to be detached and not be too into Ginny.

Ginny suddenly rose, her eyes hot and kissed him hungrily.

”I want you both to call me dirty names when you fuck me,” she breathed into his ear, rubbing her body against him, “Tell me I’m a slut. I want to be spanked too. Spanked and fucked hard.”

”Shit,” Harry thought as Ginny latched on to his throat. He gasped then looked over at Goyle, who was massaging his cock through his boxers.

”She’s hot, Harry,” the wizard said, swallowing as Ginny’s mouth moved over Harry’s chest, “You’re a lucky wizard.”

Harry thought Goyle was going to get quite lucky too, and nearly howled as Ginny grasped his balls and started manipulating them. He was hard as a rock.

Grabbing Ginny, he fell back on the bed, pulling her on top of him, the witch quickly wrestling off her knickers and climbing on top of him. Goyle grabbed the tossed knickers and brought them to his nose, his nostrils flaring. He let out a groan as Ginny lowered her hot pussy over Harry’s cock, the wizard groaning as she began riding him cowgirl style, Harry grasping her waist and thrusting upward, his cock burying itself deep in the witch with long, hard strokes.

Ginny was beside herself as Harry fucked her, egging him on.

”Give me that cock, Harry! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried, bouncing on him.

Goyle saw it all, Harry’s cock coated in her white thick lubrication as he poured it on. He thought he might come if he didn’t get to her soon. He could hear Ginny’s juices squishing as Harry rammed upward, his balls even covered in creaminess.

Goyle was dripping now, and stood up and took off his boxers, then sat back down, using his hand to lubricate his cock. He was going to need lubrication…he intended to shove his broomstick right in Ginny’s tight little bubble ass.

“I want him now, Harry,” Ginny panted, covered in perspiration, Harry’s hands slipping over her skin.

”All right you slut,” he hissed up at her, and Ginny’s eyes fairly glowed.

”Yes, I’m a slut…a dirty little slut who wants a cock in her pussy and her ass,” she gasped back at him.

Suddenly, Harry was enormously turned on. Shit…this WAS hot. Ginny was so…nasty. Damn!

”Come on Goyle…stick your cock in this whore’s ass!” he called over to Goyle, who fairly leaped out of the chair, lumbering toward the witch and wizard, his eyes locked to Ginny’s bouncing ass.

“Yes! Yes! I’m a whore…a filthy little whore. Fuck my ass, Goyle!” she cried leaning forward and shuddering as she felt Goyle’s thick hand clutch her buttock and pull it aside.

Harry stared up at Ginny, his eyes hot as her face contorted, Goyle pushing his thick, lubricated cock into her puckerhole.

”Ow! Ow!” Ginny cried out as Goyle penetrated her, oblivious to her cries as he grunted with pleasure. Damn, her ass was tight.

Harry thrust upward, plowing deep into the witch.

”You like that, don’t you!” he growled at her, getting into this now, feeling Goyle’s hard cock rubbing against his own through the thin membrane.

”Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes, Harry!” Ginny gasped down at him.

”Fuck her hard Goyle! Hard! Give this bitch what she's been begging for!” Harry cried, getting into his role now, starting to slam into the shrieking Ginny and pushing her body back and forth rhythmically.

Goyle went to work, grasping the witch by one shoulder for leverage, gasping, cursing and grunting as he tore into Ginny's ass, repeatedly burying his thick cock in the witch hard, fast and deep. Damn, he was glad he stopped to talk to Potter that morning.

This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
 

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