His hands were so warm against her exposed, flat pale stomach. He kissed her face, causing her freckles to sparkle in his warm embrace. Ginny wore a sexy brown strapless shirt that showed off her flat, sexy stomach and small, perky breasts. Her signature red hair flowed freely on either shoulder as they slowly backed up against her bed.
His hands slipped beneath the cuff of her mini-skirt and cupped her soft butt and it made her giggle. It was her fifth year after graduating from Hogwarts, she was twenty-two, and Harry had long since abandoned her for his work. He would often leave her home alone for days at a time while he “fought for the good of England”. When the affair had first started, Ginny had felt immensely guilty, but with each visit, Dean Thomas made her feel more and more alive.
“He won’t be home for hours…if not days,” Ginny said, kissing Deans mouth as she tugged at the buttons of his shirt, “We can play around a few times.”
Dean sprawled out on her marital bed as Ginny lifted her top off, showing the rest of her fit body and chocolate colored bra. Dean grabbed her breasts, massaged them briefly, playing loosely with Ginny’s nipples through the bra before unstrapping it and letting it fall to the bed beside them. Ginny tugged at Dean’s pants, pulling them down, watching the thick, bulge grow as she did so and then spring upward when it was finally free of his briefs.
Ginny slowly pulled down her matching panties, revealing her red pubic hair, freckled thighs, and most importantly, her wet, craving pussy. She straddled Dean, reaching for the head of his black cock and slowly guided it toward her aching white quim.
Dean’s hands grabbed at her back, pulling her inward, towards his bare, strong chest as his cock slipped inside of her. Ginny felt a tingle deep inside her nether when he was fully inside of her…and then the fun began.
His hands cupped both cheeks of her ass, lifting Ginny’s body up and down his shaft. They had only fucked a dozen or so times, but they already had better chemistry than she and Harry ever had. Dean went to work, his dark hands in full control of Ginny’s pale butt as he worked his cock in and out of her.
The size had been an adjustment for Ginny. She had only ever been with Harry, and she had thought his cock to be adequate sized. It wasn’t until she had seen Dean’s massing dick…then felt it inside of her, that she knew she had been so wrong.
Dean worked his hips to a beat of music Ginny couldn’t hear. He was smooth, rhythmic, and the winded together like snakes in their lovemaking. He was firm, yet gentle, and careful to make sure Ginny felt every inch of his big cock against her clitoris with each thrust.
She leaned back, his hands sliding onto her hips, her breasts directly in her face, bouncing up and down. He could see all of her body, her tight stomach, the lean fat on her barely moving with a thrust of his black cock inside of her. Dean quickened his pace, she liked how he slowly built it up, and the sound of their sex grew as their ivory and ebony skins crashed against each other in waves.
Ginny bit her lips, gliding her hands through her ginger hair as Dean firmly held her hips, impaling her quim with his cock, sweat forming on his own brow as his eyes bore into every inch of her body, melding them together.
Her tits freely bounced, wild, and curious, and her hair bobbed around as Dean pleasured her with girth and size Harry never could have. She looked down at his broad chest and cut abs, and felt a tiny bubble of orgasm flow through her like a tremor before the earthquake. Dean licked his lips, his eyes closing in pleasure from Ginny’s quim.
His cock accidentally slipped outside of her and Ginny felt her ass cheeks smash into his thighs and looked to see his cock touching the bottom of her navel.
“My god,” she said, her face flushed pink, “You’re so much bigger than, Harry,”
“I guess the boy who lived isn’t the boy who can fuck,” Dean said with a passive aggressive smirk.
Ginny rotated one-hundred eighty degree on her marital bed, momentarily eyeing her wedding photo on the bedside table. She had been so happy then, but now, it was Dean who she craved.
She looked back, licking her own lips and tossing her hair in an attempt at sexiness as she slowly pushed her hips backwards and down the length of Dean’s cock. His dark hands pawed at her flat stomach and cupped her against him while he pushed deep in and out of her once more.
Ginny placed her feet beneath Dean’s thighs and her knees pointed outward in a V-like shape as she rode his cock. Her arms stretched back and her palms lay flat on his chest as she thrusted her body up and down the onyx colored shaft, moisture now freely forming at the clitoris and dripping down Dean’s dick.
Deans fingers found their way over her stomach on each side, holding her skinny frame as the married redhead took his cock. Her head arching and her hair flung backward in ecstatic bliss. He watched her cute, small, but full ass squish together when she collapsed down his manhood and stretch back out when she elevated back upwards.
He closed his eyes, imagining the hero Harry Potter watching as the girl he married took Dean’s big black dick inside of her. Harry had overshadowed all of Gryffindor during their time at school. Seven years of what was supposed to be the most magical time of a boys life, growing up, learning, loving, and becoming a man, forever stained with the dark mark of Voldemort and Harry’s war. Dean came out of his fantasy when he felt Ginny jolt off of him and thud flatly on the bed beside of them.
In the doorway, Harry Potter stood with a bouquet of roses, his jaw ajar, and the lightning scar on his forehead seemed to burn a red-yellow as he looked upon his naked wife with an old friend.
“What….Ginny….what are you? How could you?” he said, babbling a bit as the roses fell from his hands and thudded onto the floor.
Harry’s confusion turned to blind rage, and Dean watched as he lifted his wand and pointed it directly towards him.
“PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” but it wasn’t Harry he spoke. Ginny had retrieved her wand from beneath her pillow, and blue light erupted from it, pinning Harry into a frozen stance where he stood, mouth ajar, wand pointed, looking directly towards Dean.
“That bastard thinks he can just show up with a bouquet of roses and make the last five years of abandonment go away?” Ginny said, smiling, and looking confused at her own emotion at the same time, “I want you, Dean.”
Ginny turned her back on Dean, again straddling him, facing Harry, and took the head of his throbbing cock in her hand. Dean couldn’t believe it, he could see the iris of Harry’s eyes flicker, it was all he could do…watch.
His wife took the head of Dean’s dick, touched it against her pussy, and it slipped back inside with the ease it had so many times before. Ginny put her knees in the same V-formation, and began riding Dean’s black cock like nothing had even happened. Dean did notice, that she rode him slower, exaggerating her hip movements when she was fully extended and such the head was inside of her, to show Harry Dean’s superior size, and then she would crash back down, her white booty jiggling as she did.
“Holy shit.”
“My god it’s so big.”
“How’s it like watching your wife take a big black cock?”
She would say, while Dean felt the pressure in his body begin to expand, his balls tingling, the head of his cock twitching to release his orgasm into the taunting Ginny Weasley.
His dark fingers began to dig into her pink flesh, Ginny’s own orgasm had soaked his cock in lubrication. His toes began to curl, digging into her marital bed, his eyes suddenly fixed onto Harry’s as he moaned in orgasm, his cock exploding into Ginny, pumping her with another man’s seed.
“HOOOOOOOLLLLLLY FUUUUUUUCK” Ginny shouted as her own body shook and groaned in immense pleasure, her ass turned crimson from impact, her brow flushed pink, and reddish imprints of Dean’s hands on her stomach from where he had held her so tightly. Ginny slowed the movement of her hips to a crawl, until she sat firmly, Dean’s cock still inside of her, her quim dripping as his seed spilled back out.
Ginny elaborately kissed Dean as their bodies slowly came back down from the moon. She grabbed her chocolate bra and re-strapped it on herself, pulling her matching panties back up and stepping from the bed, looking hot and sexy in her lingerie.
“Now…what to do with you…” she said, eyeing Harry with a look that made Dean suspicious
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