Orgy - H/R/Hr/G - NC-17
Title: Orgy
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Hermione/Ginny
Words: 1000
Rating: NC-17

A drabble to accompany wanderingbusker's entry for Orgy for eyecandy.


Orgy
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It is almost impossible to have any privacy at the Burrow, so I plead a headache and Harry and Ron are very concerned and insist I stay at home while everyone else goes to King’s Cross to collect Ginny after her final term at Hogwarts.

Ron and I haven’t had any time alone in weeks, and, after tonight, I’ll be sharing a room with Ginny and, well, basically I need the release.

I take off my clothes and lie back on Ginny’s bed. Her old stuffed animals are looking at me, so I close my eyes as I open my legs.

I run my fingers down my body, pinching my nipples, remembering Ron’s hands on me, and I exhale deeply. I part my folds and neatly brush my curls away from my target.

Picking up my wand, I murmur, “Vibrato,” and it trembles in my hand.

I press it against my mound and sigh as the tip slides up against my clit.

I am lost in pleasure and don’t hear a gasp in the doorway. I am unaware that Ginny has crossed the room to my side until she breathily whispers my name.

I open my mouth to explain and her slim fingers touch my lips to silence me.

Her eyes ask permission and I am helpless as her fingers slide down my body and between my other lips.

She swiftly sheds her own clothes, revealing beautiful, soft, freckled breasts that sway temptingly as she joins me on the bed, settling between my parted thighs.

She looks awestruck as she spreads me and gently explores; her fingers tangle in my curls, then dip inside me, her thumbs circle my clit and then hold my lips apart as she leans closer.

Just as a fingertip presses against my clit, there is another sound from the doorway.

“Christ,” it is Harry.

“Don’t look at my sister’s arse,” and Ron.

“I can’t help it, it’s right there.”

Harry approaches the bed and whispers her name.

“Yes,” she says as she buries her face between my thighs.

Her tongue plunges hungrily inside me then she looks up, deliberately licking her lips and relishing my taste.

Which is why I am barely able to process the fact that Harry kneels behind her, caressing and squeezing her backside with both hands. One thumb slips between her cheeks as his other hand moves lower and she hisses against me as her tongue mimics what his fingers are doing inside her cunt.

Time blurs and somehow Harry is naked and on the bed beside me, his cock jutting out from his body; Ginny’s fingers are thrusting into me now, in time with her tongue lapping at my clit.

Harry kisses me deeply then nuzzles down my neck until his hand cups my breast and his lips close over my nipple.

Their mouths are tormenting me and, judging by the way Ginny’s legs are spread, I realise his fingers are still busy between them.

Ron approaches the bed, looking flushed.

“Join us,” I whisper, holding my hand out to him.

He strips swiftly, to reveal a cock so hard that it is arching against his freckled belly.

Avoiding Ginny’s arse, which is swaying as Harry fingers her, he kneels at the foot of the bed.

“I can’t reach you,” he complains, and, with Harry and Ginny both on their hands and knees and using their mouths on me, there is no way he can get to me.

“Touch Harry,” I whisper and Harry moans against my breast.

Ron moves closer, leaning over Harry to press kisses down his back. One hand slips round to grasp Harry’s cock as the other brushes back and forth across his entrance.

I reach beneath Harry’s body, lacing my fingers with Ron’s, and Harry gasps and thrusts down into our joint hands. As it has always been, Ron and I take care of him together and he sucks hard enough on my breast to leave a mark as he spills himself over our hands.

Harry’s fingers leave Ginny’s folds as he takes his weight on his elbows, knees spread to raise his arse for Ron’s attention.

Ginny murmurs a protest, but then concentrates on what she is doing between my legs, running her tongue over and over my clit as her hands slide lower to cup my arse.

And Ron spreads Harry’s cheeks and lowers his head, his tongue using the same broad strokes on Harry that Ginny is using on me.

Then they change; Ron’s tongue stabbing at Harry’s hole as Ginny’s thrusts inside me.

Ron sits back on his heels; he carefully presses against Harry with a fingertip and it slips inside. He looks across at his sister, who smiles and slides two fingers into my cunt.

Ron smirks back at her and presses a second finger into Harry.

Ginny adds a third.

Harry whimpers.

Ron kneels behind Harry, his cock in his hand, and rubs the head up and down Harry’s cleft until Harry is trembling with anticipation.

With a whispered Charm, he pushes inside Harry, who cries out.

Ginny moans around my clit as she watches her brother with bright eyes peeping out from between my legs.

Now she matches the rhythm of Ron’s strokes.

Each time he thrusts into Harry’s arse, making him gasp and tug on my nipple, Ginny twists her fingers inside me.

Each time he withdraws, the head of his cock stretching Harry’s entrance, Ginny sucks on my clit.

The pace they set is brutal and glorious and hypnotic and I see stars as I reach my peak and I shatter as they push me over the edge.

The blood is pounding in my ears and my heart is racing and I press my wand hard against my clit, the vibrations seeing me through a series of decreasing aftershocks.

My breath sounds loud in the empty room as I open my eyes and end the charm.

I had better dress; they will all be home soon.


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