1. One Big Horny Weasley Family - chapter 12


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Female/Female, Lesbian, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    the tickling sensation of her thick bush, the scent of her musky cunt. The smell was intoxicating, and she wanted more of it. She groped blindly until she grabbed the other girl’s hands and brought them up along her legs. Once Hermione was holding her own legs up and apart, Ginny’s hands slid down until they were on the ass before her. She extended her thumbs and stretched the opening farther. Then she pushed deeper with her mouth, licking, sucking, and kissing. Her mouth was covered in the sweet nectar, and she licked her lips in sensual ecstasy. Ginny couldn’t believe she was actually licking Hermione’s pussy. Even this morning when she had been preparing for tonight she was afraid it would all come apart. That fear again flitted through her mind; this time morphing into a fear of failing to please her lover and being rejected. She quashed the random thought by re-doubling her efforts. She drove her tongue deep into the opening before her and swirled it about. She concentrated on the movements of her tongue, alternately flattening or pointing it as she pushed it in and out. She thrilled at the sounds she was eliciting from her friend and lover, and that spurred her on to greater effort. She felt fingers brush past her bangs and along her cheek. She lifted up and watched as Hermione spread herself open and exposed her excited clitoris. Ginny looked up and nodded in understanding. She bent again to her task and placed a light kiss on the small protrusion. She followed this ...
    with several more lingering kisses and finally sucked the small nub between her lips. Hermione cried out as Ginny raised up and slid two fingers into her. She released the clit held captive between her lips, and began to flick her tongue back and forth across it in time with the stroking of her fingers. Ginny moaned when Hermione grabbed handfuls of her hair and clamped her head between her thighs. She pushed her fingers in as far as they would go and scissored them as Hermione called her name and thrashed about in the throes of ecstasy. When Hermione tried to push her away, she resisted and instead wrapped her free arm around the clenching thighs, locking herself in for the ride. She knew the agony of being overly sensitive as orgasm struck; but she was infused with wicked desire and lust borne of long yearning that could only be satiated when she had taken her lover beyond satisfaction. When warm liquid splashed over her hand and against her chin, she reared up in surprise. She removed her fingers as another flood of liquid coated her hand. One last burst issued forth and splashed over Ginny’s neck and upper chest before dribbling down her leg and on to the sheets. Hermione was quivering and her breathing was shallow as she kept saying “Oh, God,” over and over. “You didn’t tell me to expect that,” Ginny said as she propped herself up and smiled at Hermione. She leaned back so that she was sitting up, stuck a finger in her mouth, and rolled her tongue around in the remnants of ...