Ginny Weasley Chronicles

A Glass Of Warm ‘Milk’ Always Works


Removing her nightie, Ginny sat on her bed softly, enjoying the feeling of the smooth covers on her bare ass. She had started sleeping naked recently, finding she enjoyed the freedom and the exhilaration in that there was always a chance she could be caught. Crawling under the covers, Ginny tried to fall asleep. She tried everything, counting gnomes, thinking happy thoughts, ones that eventually turned sexual, which didn’t help. She tossed and turned, feeling abnormally hot under the covers. Restlessly she got up, her breasts hanging slightly, nipples a dark red in the moonlight. She decided to go get a glass of warm milk and see if that would help her fall asleep.

Figuring no one would be up, she decided to stay nude, the thought of getting caught naked by someone exciting her to no end, again not helping her feel tired. Trying her best to avoid the creaky stairs, she silently tip-toed down them, striding the last few steps into the dark kitchen. Her eyes were now better adjusted to the dark, and feeling around slightly she managed to finger the fridge handle. A cloud moved from in front of the moon, causing its gaze to light the kitchen in an eerie glow, making Ginny’s tan body visible if anyone had been looking. Ginny remained standing, figuring the chairs would be cold, even on a summer night. Warming the milk slightly on the stove she downed it in one gulp. It hit her instantly, the warmth seeping through her entire body, making her feel drowsy.

In an attempt to make the euphoria last as long as possible Ginny slowly and silently walked up the stairs trying not to exert to much energy or think of anything to stimulating. The latter was quite hard because she was horny from walking around her house naked, but she managed not to get too wet. Reaching the top of the steps she saw the bathroom light on, the door just barely open.

Intrigued, Ginny padded softly on the carpet and kneeled in front of the door, trying to see who was inside. Angling herself so she could look in the mirror, she saw a naked Harry Potter, his boxers around his ankles. There was something different she noticed. His eyes were closed, and face was expressionless. ‘He must be sleepwalking,’ Ginny thought, all non-stimulating thoughts forgotten as she took in his naked body. He was pale and skinny, but everything she imagined in her fantasies about him. He had virtually no fat on his body, his muscles well defined, clearly visible on his nude body. His black hair was messy from sleeping and what surprised Ginny the most was his erect cock. ‘I wonder,’ thought Ginny, still crouching by the door, her wetness starting to flow down her thighs. Getting an idea, Ginny knocked on the door softly. Receiving no response from the seemingly asleep teen, she knocked again, harder this time. ‘He’s sleepwalking,’ Ginny finally concluded, immediately standing up and going inside the bathroom. Ginny shut and locked the door behind her, all thoughts of sleep now forgotten.

The naked Harry didn’t seem to notice her presence, but rather grabbed his erection and started to furiously masturbate, his dick pointing at the mirror. Ginny with no hesitation got on her knees in front of The-Boy-Who-Lived and replaced his hand with her own. ‘Finally some real life action.’ She exposed the pink head of what she thought 6 and a half inch penis. ‘Interesting,’ she examined the pink head, noticing the white precum on top. She dipped her finger in it and brought it to her mouth. Licking her finger she didn’t really taste anything. Harry didn’t seem to like the inaction of his uncircumcised cock, and began thrusting into Ginny’s hand. He moaned as his skin moved up and down his shaft. ‘Horny much, well I can fix that,’ she thought and opened her mouth engulfing sleeping Harry’s head.

“Oh Ginny,” Harry moaned softly through his sleep, causing Ginny to blush. ‘Must be dreaming about me,’ she thought, both flattered and intrigued by the idea. Harry just stood there thrusting slightly as he was given his first blowjob, unbeknownst to him. Ginny was starting to get a better feel for what she was suppose to do and had begun moving her head back and forth, one hand massaging the base of his cock while she tried to take as much as possible into her mouth. She could only manage about 3 inches without gagging.

Incredibly horny herself, Ginny stopped momentarily, much to the discern of Harry who let out a groan as the warm mouth left his cock. Standing quickly, Ginny reached into the cupboard next to the sink and picked up an orange towel. Folding the towel in half, Ginny formed a peak, which she sat on and began gyrating. She took Harry back in her mouth, and now using two hands she could play with his previously neglected testicles and rub the base of his penis too.

“Mmmmm,” was all Ginny could manage through the mouthful of Harry’s cock as she rocked her hips faster on the towel. She moved her hand off Harry’s balls and down to her clit to assist herself to orgasm. She squeezed her legs as tightly as she could around the towel, making it almost rigid as it rubbed against her loins. She couldn’t believe what she had been missing; sucking Harry’s cock was making her hornier than ever.

“Ahhhhh,” Ginny let out a satisfied hum as she came, juices gushing onto the orange towel, making it change into a darker shade. She sucked, literally on Harry’s cock, when she came, rubbing herself furiously, the naughtiness of the situation prolonging her orgasm. She had never cum this hard before; her bliss seemed to last forever. Finally it stopped draining Ginny of her energy. Her pussy almost hurt now from rubbing on the towel and she removed it, and moved to a kneeling position again, Harry’s cock never leaving her mouth during any of this.

‘He must have had this dream before,” thought Ginny, surprised at how long the teen was lasting, her 14 year-old body was tired for the exertion of her orgasm and the time of night. She continued however with renewed abandon, deciding she liked the feeling of giving a blow-job.

“Oh God Ginny,” Harry let out as Ginny let one hand run up to his stomach, caressing it. ‘I wish he would hurry up and cums,’ thought Ginny, her knees starting to hurt from the hard bathroom floor, trying to increase her speed.

‘Finally,’ she thought as she felt his balls tighten. Preparing for his orgasm she removed her mouth, not quite ready for that yet and using both hands jacked him off furiously.

“Ohhh,” Harry let out as his came, his cum landing on Ginny’s chest, where she had aimed him. Feeling the hot sperm landing on her, she moved one hand to her cunt and rubbed her clit harder than she should have. Ginny came within seconds as Harry continued to unload on her what seemed like gallons of sperm, covering her nipples and breasts with hot, white jism. Finally he stopped and Ginny let go, her hand wet with the white liquid of his less powerful cum. Ginny was sweating from orgasm and the exertion she just exhibited getting Harry off. Collapsing on the floor in exhaustion she licked Harry’s cum off her fingers, deciding that his cum was something she could get used too even though it was slightly bitter.

Harry had not woken up during his orgasm and still stood with a blank expression, his penis wet with Ginny’s saliva and his own cum. Recovering slightly Ginny sat up and looked at the soaked orange towel, ‘You have to go in the laundry,’ she thought, grabbing the towel. Not bothering to clean off Harry’s now limp penis she stood up and threw the towel in the hamper next to the tub. She left Harry, boxers still around his ankles in the washroom and closed the door completely when she was outside. Satisfied and now sufficiently tired, she crept along the hallway to her room and collapsed on her bed to dream about what had just happened, now having a sure fire way to cure insomnia.

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