Date: Mon, 08 Aug 2005 11:08:46 +0000
From: Yogi Bear <hand_against_forehead@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ginny's Problem

Hey all!
This is my first go at a piece of erotic fiction, I've read plenty, and I 
thought I'd give it a go.
Normal kind of disclaimer:
The following story is not official. It is a complete work of fiction. It is 
not officially associated with J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter, or Warner 
Brothers. The following contains sexual actions between two girls who are 
under legal age. If you are under 18 or are not permitted to be reading any 
sort of erotic fiction, please leave now.
You have been warned.
Hermione Granger had just finished her last holiday essay about Shrinking 
Solutions for Professor Snape. With a sigh, she dropped her quill and looked 
over her work. She believed it was important to look over an essay at least 
twice, and though Snape was probably Hermione's least favourite teacher, it 
was no exception. However, she was distracted by a tapping at her window, 
and she looked over too see the Weasley family owl, Errol, tottering on her 
windowsill. `Oh great,' she thought, `Ron.' Only she and Ron knew, but they 
had hooked up last term. Hermione had had too much Butterbeer in the 
celebration following Gryffindor's fourth victory in the House Cup, and Ron 
had been very eager. So eager, in fact, that he had came all over her, 
before he even went close to her hole. Ever since that embarrassment, Ron 
had been writing to her almost every two or three days, asking her to 
forgive him, and to give him another go. But he didn't know.he couldn't.You 
see, Hermione liked girls. Even before she'd gone to Hogwarts, she'd found a 
stash of her Muggle father's lesbian magazines and she had fingered herself 
repeatedly to them.
Lost in her own thoughts, Hermione was brought back to the present when 
Errol tapped on her window again. She went to the window, and carried him 
over to the water trough she had on hand for him. She untied the letter from 
his leg, and found, to her surprise, that it was not Ron's writing, but 
Ginny's. `Strange,' she thought, `Ginny and I aren't that great friends.' 
Though she had fantasised a few times about Ron's younger sister, she didn't 
really talk to her all that much. She opened the letter.
Hermione,
Can you come to my house early this holidays? Only something really bad has 
happened, and living in a house full of boys isn't helping, either. We can 
pick you up this weekend, if it's OK with your parents? Send Errol back with 
a reply.
Love Ginny
Hermione was very surprised by this, but she knew someone was in trouble; it 
was in her nature to respond. So she sent back:
Ginny,
Whatever it is, I'll try and help best I can. You can come get me this 
weekend, not a problem. I'll see you on Saturday.
Love Hermione.
***
Hermione arrived at The Burrow with Mrs Weasley and Ginny. She saw the 
familiar multitude of chimneys and mish-mashed extensions, and couldn't help 
smiling.
"Now," said Mrs Weasley, "the boys have gone to a Quidditch match, and I 
have to go down to the village.will you girls be OK on your own for a few 
hours?"
"Mum, we can take care of ourselves, for God's sake," said Ginny derisively.
"Oh, as long as you're sure, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, and Apparated without 
a backward glance.
"C'mon, Hermione." Said Ginny forcefully. "We need to talk."
Curious, but not talking yet, she followed Ginny up to her room. She 
couldn't help but notice Ginny's beautiful arse as she followed her up the 
narrow staircase, and she felt a familiar stirring in her crotch.
"Hermione.Dean and I broke up."

"Oh, Ginny, I'm sorry-"
"Don't be, he was a prick. The truth is, I dumped him, because I think I 
like girls. And I think I like you." Hermione's whole world stopped. Was she 
hearing what she thought she was?
"Well, Ginny, the truth is, I also like you, lots-" Ginny stopped Hermione's 
explanation with her mouth. The two girls kissed each other passionately. 
They started
removing bits of clothing as their kisses became more and more passionate. 
Eventually, they were standing in the middle of Ginny's room, both naked and 
kissing like their lives depended on it. All of a sudden, Mrs. Weasley 
Apparated in the room.
"Forgot my keys.WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING??"
The girls both tried to stammer explanations, but Mrs. Weasley silenced them 
with a gesture. She walked over to Hermione, and started to kiss her. 
Hermione almost exploded then and there. She was about to have a threesome 
with the two Weasley women! Even in her wildest dreams, she'd never imagined 
this. Ginny picked up her wand and said "Accio Dildo!" and a strap on was 
summoned into her hand. She put it on, and as Mrs. Weasley removed all her 
clothes, started to pump Hermione furiously with it. As Hermione and Ginny, 
the dildo still inside Hermione, moved onto the bed, Mrs Weasley, now naked, 
lowered herself onto Hermione's face. The three women started a rhythm, with 
every pump of the strap on, Hermione's tongue pushed deeper into Mrs. 
Weasley's hairy cunt. Hermione was in heaven. She moaned louder and louder 
as Ginny mercilessly went deeper and deeper. Eventually, it became too much, 
and she blew her sticky girl-cum over and over again, it welled out of her 
pussy, and Ginny lay down so she could lap it up. Mrs Weasley suddenly 
yelled "Don't stop, bitch, just because you're done!"
Hermione was only too happy to oblige, and buried her face once more in Mrs. 
Weasley's cunt. In what seemed like a remarkably short time, Mrs. Weasley 
was squirting on Hermione's face, and she lapped gratefully.
"But what about Ginny?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Well," said Hermione, "why don't we both do it?"
So they did. Mrs. Weasley put the strap on around her waist, and Ginny knelt 
in the middle of the bed, so both her holes could be used. Mrs Weasley 
rammed the strap on up Ginny's virgin arse, as Hermione began to shove her 
tongue up Ginny's cunt. Ginny gave a sharp yell of pain from the strap on, 
but Mrs. Weasley kept going, pushing deeper and deeper, and the pain became 
pleasure. Hermione started using her fingers as well as her tongue, and 
soon, Ginny was squirting as well.
"Well now, girls," said Mrs. Weasley, "do you want to

tell me what all that was about?" They all burst out laughing.
The end.
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