An Unexpected Guest

An Unexpected Guest.


Chapter 1


“Goodnight,” Harry called out again for about the tenth time that night as Hermione and Ron finally stepped out through his front door. They’d arrived four hours previously totally unexpectedly just as he and Ginny were thinking of taking a very early night. Harry had been forced to be away from home for the last five nights. It hadn’t helped that he had been crouching in a wet and cold ditch, on a stakeout to catch a dark wizard who had been inconsiderate enough not to make an appearance. He had been looking forward to getting some alone time with his wife and getting properly down and dirty.

Everybody had told him, with far too much pleasure for his liking, that after six months of marriage the sex would start to taper off and he’d be lucky to get it once or twice a month. It was just short of a year now and both of them were still at it once, if not twice a day, much to his intense pleasure. The last five days had become a mental torture for him, and judging by Ginny’s keenness to jump his bones earlier it hadn’t been any better for her, and then Hermione and Ron had turned up just as they were half way up the stairs.

He loved his friends dearly, but that evening had steadily become an impossible ordeal as they had refused to take any number of hints to leave. He’d told them how hard the last few days had been, but that had just led them to ask what he’d been up to. Once he’d done that he’d began to yawn regularly, but that had been totally ignored as well. There had been times when he thought Hermione knew what he was doing and was just choosing to wind him up. Ron though was definitely oblivious and he was tempted to blurt out that he wanted to shag his sister senseless, but the aftershocks of such a statement would have been too complicated and long lasting to live with.

In the end Ginny had gone for a slightly less direct, but still very blunt approach. She’d disappeared for about ten minutes and Harry was wondering, or was that dreaming, if she’d already gone to bed and was now lying starkers on the bed waiting for him to come and take her. For the umpteenth time that evening he shifted uncomfortable as an erection erupted in his trousers at the images playing in his mind.

Ginny eventually came back down and his eyes nearly popped out off his head. She was wearing a lipstick red silk dressing gown that stretched below her knees, and Harry didn’t think she was wearing much of anything under it. Although he couldn’t be totally sure as the majority of her body was hidden from him. His mind though didn’t really care and his cock hardened still further forcing him to change position. She then handed Harry a pair of tatty sheep skin slippers that he didn’t know he owned, and taking them from her made a great show of putting them on.

It worked!

Finally Ron took the hint, although it was more of a slap round the head to be honest, and said that they should be going. Hermione just gave Harry a knowing grin and then proceeded to delay leaving as long as possible. It was no way to treat the hero of the Wizarding World.

With a sigh of relief he finally closed the front door and headed upstairs after Ginny, who hadn’t even bothered to wait for Hermione and Ron to even leave the house. As he entered their bedroom Ginny was bending over turning back their duvet revealing a black silk under sheet. He loved that sheet, but he paid it no attention tonight his eyes were drawn to the wonderfully shaped backside sliding under the dressing gown and pointing in his direction. He never heard the low growl that escaped his throat, but Ginny did. She turned her head and looked at him with a feral grin wriggling her backside even more as she did so.

The movement of her arse inside the silk dressing gown caused another louder growl. He quickly kicked off the slippers, which were a size too big, so that they flew to the far side of the room where they were forgotten about until he stumbled over them a week later. With his hands out stretched he strode over to grab hold of Ginny. She though had other plans and promptly jumped up on the massive double bed, and scooted over to the far side an evil grin on her face.

“So tell me Mrs Potter when did you buy such a scandalous dressing gown?” Harry said climbing onto his side of the bed.

“What would your mother say?”

“She’d call me a wicked scarlet woman, and she’d be right,” Ginny replied stretching out giving Harry a wonderful view of her bare legs.

“I didn’t buy it. It was given to me as a present.”

“Who the hell is giving you presents like that,” Harry exclaimed. The only person who should be buying that sort of thing was him, and he was damned if anybody else was going to.

“It was a joke present from Bill and Charlie. They thought I’d never have the nerve to wear it.”

“Well they got that wrong. I’ll have to thank them for it next time I see them, perhaps in front of your mum,” Harry said relieved that he didn’t have to confront her or anybody else about giving an inappropriate gift for his wife.

“Did you see the look on Ron’s face? I thought he was going to spontaneously combust.”

“Well it did the trick didn’t it? I never thought the sods were going to leave.”

“He couldn’t leave fast enough in the end though could he? I think we’re going to have to have words with Hermione though, dragging things out like that. She knew exactly what she was doing.”

“Yea if she tries that again I’ll give them both a proper flash,” Ginny said. “In fact maybe next time I’ll forget the bloody dressing gown and come down as nature intended.” Harry growled again.

“I like seeing you as nature intended,” he said in a low growl voice. “Come here and let me unwrap you.” Harry was now inching his way across the bed hoping to catch his prey. His prey though slipped of the other side and stood up facing him, her hands teasingly playing with the silk belt.

“Oh I don’t know it’s not like you’ve stripped off yourself. It’s hardly fair.”

“Why don’t we strip each other then?” Ginny narrowed her eyes as she thought about his offer and then a wicked gleam came from them. Normally Harry would be worried when she did that. It usually meant trouble, tonight though Harry was just turned on more.

“Sure,” she said slowly, “come and stand right here and I’ll sort you out lover boy.” He ignored the urgent warnings that his brain was giving him, and slide across the bed and stood where she had indicated. Ginny turned away and seemed to fumble inside her dressing gown. In a flash she turned around and all Harry saw was the end of her wand.
The room suddenly seemed to get cooler as his shirt, trousers, and underwear ripped into segments and flew away from him leaving him standing completely and utterly naked. Ginny burst out laughing at Harry’s dumbstruck expression. (My homage to Naked Gun)

“That’s cheating!” he eventually said. “And I really liked those trousers.”

“They’re easily fixed so quit whining,” Ginny said waving her wand which promptly made the damaged clothing fix itself. She then looked at Harry in much the same way a man dying of thirst in the desert would look at glass of ice cold water. Harry’s pride and joy stood at full attention.

“That’s one of the most beautiful sights in the World.”

“What do you mean one of?” Harry said trying to sound mildly offended.

“Well alright the most beautiful. I just don’t understand where I put it all.” She seemed to glide across the room to Harry. Her eyes never moving from his hard member, and then she then knelt in front of him her hands clasping a thigh each. Harry quivered as he felt her breath a mere inch from him. Looking down he watched entranced as her tongue slowly moved towards his pulsating head, but just as she was about to make contact it suddenly withdrew. He let out a moan of frustration. She caught his eye and gave him a look of deep lust.

Her hands began to slide up his thighs until they reached his muscular buttocks where they grabbed on tight. Her tongue then snapped out and moved from the base of his cock up to its tip. Then leaning forward she sucked long and hard, another groan left his lips as the warm sensations overwhelmed him.

“Oh that feels great. I love it when you do that.”

“You and every other man on the planet,” she said taking his cock out of her mouth briefly before shoving it back in. Harry watched as her flaming red hair began to bob up and down as she took most of his length in and out of her mouth sucking and licking it. Ginny continued to do this for some minutes, although Harry cared little for time, her hands occasionally squeezing and digging her nails into his buttocks. They’d made love many times over the last few years and Ginny knew just when to stop her ministrations so that Harry didn’t shoot his load too soon.

“You’re really up for it tonight, aren’t you,” she said climbing up from her knees, while Harry collapsed back into a sitting position onto the bed before his legs gave way from under him.

“How can I not be …when you do that to me? You’ve become… a real expert. I’m bloody …lucky you’ll do that for me.” His breath was short from the near orgasm he had almost experienced

“Damn right you are, but trust me you taste so damn good it’s no chore. I love doing it.” She was now standing right in front giving him a view of bright red silk. He wanted to see what was underneath it. He took the silken cords and slowly untied them all the while watching Ginny’s face. It was his turn to tease and stimulate. He pulled apart the gown expecting to see her naked flesh. Instead he got a small surprise.

“Ooh, don’t tell me your brothers bought those for you as well?” he said.

“You must be joking we’d all have died of embarrassment,” she laughed. “No I picked this out myself, after all they do match. Do you like them?” Harry really didn’t know a great deal about lingerie, but the bright red lacy bra and pants stirred something deep inside him.

“Yea I reckon I do,” he said. Harry bought his hands up to her breasts and gentle caressed them through the thin material. He was rewarded when Ginny’s nipples hardened beneath it, and she sucked in an extra breath. She wasn’t the most well endowed girl but as Harry had once told her more than a handful was a waste, and in so many ways Ginny was a handful. Having made her nipples spring to attention his hands wandered round the back to find the clasp so he could release the pulsating mounds of flesh.

It had taken many hours of fumbling to perfect his technique, and Harry was proud to say that he was more than capable of succeeding with just one hand these days. Tonight though he was taking no chances and he used both hands to undo the three clasps. Having done that he peeled the bra away, revealing in the process his two most favourite pair of breasts in the world in all their full glory. He’d seen them many times before but he always preferred to unveil them himself.

“Wonderful,” he growled just before he closed his mouth round one of the nipples sucking it and teasing it with his tongue.

“Oh God Harry,” Ginny cried her head back and her eyes closed. Harry then gentled nibbled with his teeth causing another groan of pleasure from Ginny. He swapped his mouth from that breast to the other. Ginny never liked one to be favoured over the other. His hands meanwhile had returned to her waist where he slowly moved them over the mounds of her buttock cheeks, his fingers slipping under her panties. He clenched and unclenched her buttocks with his hands in a steady rhythm all the while sliding his hands down further, pushing her panties down at the same time.

“I love your body,” he said coming up for air, and his own body clearly loved it as well, his cock was as hard as it had been all evening and was twitching along with his raised heartbeat. Without further ado he pulled Ginny’s panties down to her ankles where she smoothly stepped out of them. Harry’s hands moved round to the inside of her thighs where he inched his way to her red bush. Ginny’s breathing became more and more laboured the closer he got, both of them loved teasing the other and it was becoming a bit of an art form for them.

“Please Harry…” she gasped.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Oh sweet Merlin yes!” He could have drag things out further but his own desires were literally raising their ugly head so he ran the fingers on his right hand through her bush. Ginny grabbed him two handed on the shoulders for support as her legs began to tremble from the waves of excitement and pleasure. With two fingers he skirted the two lips of her cunt making her tremble even more in anticipation. He pulled the lips apart and slipped his forefinger in. She was already dripping wet as he moved his finger back and forth.

“You like that don’t you?” Harry said withdrawing all but the tip of his finger. Ginny bent her knees in a desperate attempt to stop him so Harry slammed it all the way back in, his thumb pressing on her clitoris as he did so.

“I want you now,” she begged. “I can’t wait any longer. It’s been five days…” she whispered hoarsely. She pushed her weight onto his shoulders trying to push him back on the bed, but Harry rolled his shoulders so she collapsed on the bed beside him.

“How do you want it?”

“I don’t care just fuck me senseless.” Ginny then crawled further onto the bed where she lay on her back and knees apart. So much for caring what position she wanted Harry thought, but he wasn’t going to discuss it now. Sideling up beside her so his cock pressed against her thigh he began to trail his fingers across her stomach making her flinch when he reached a sensitive spot. In fact her whole body tonight seemed to be sensitive tonight.

He so wanted to plunge straight into her, but he thought he should return the favour she had done him moments earlier. Parting her legs further he moved between them and began to gentle blow on her pubic area. Kissing the inside of her thighs he moved closer until he could touch her clit with his tongue. As soon as he did Ginny let out another moan which turned into short gasps as he began to work her number one erogenous zone.
He ran his tongue up and down her slit pushing it inside making Ginny raise her pelvis up off the bed in a vain attempt to force more into her cunt. Alternating between her swollen lips and her hard clitoris Harry began to work Ginny into a lather, sucking and licking, licking and sucking.

“Oh… yes…your making me…more… please…” she gasped incoherently. Harry could tell that she was already starting to build up to an orgasm. She was always like this when she had been deprived of physical contact, and self relief was never a satisfactory substitute for her, and he was sure she would have been masturbating when he was away. All he had to do now was decide whether to bring her off with his tongue or to do it by entering her. In the end the decision was made for him.

“God damn it Harry if you don’t stick that thick cock of yours in me I’ll hex the damn thing off,” Ginny shouted. Threats like that were never to be ignored so Harry moved up her body so their heads were level.

“Your gagging for it aren’t you,” he growled as he pressed his groin against hers, but made no effort to enter yet. Harry though didn’t give her a chance to reply as he kissed her on the lips and forced his tongue into her mouth. Ginny loved this knowing full well where that tongue had been only moments before. She had admitted this turned her on several months ago, and it had now become a regular in their love making.

Grinding their groins together had brought Harry to full hardness again so he withdrew slightly letting the tip of his cock search for the hot and wet opening. Almost by themselves Harry’s cock and Ginny’s opening found each other and the tip of his penis slipped inside effortlessly. In one long movement Harry buried himself up to the hilt exhaling air from his lungs as he did so.

“Oh yes, back he’s where he belongs,” he sighed.

“He knows his way home,” Ginny added groaning in pleasure as she was filled up. “Oh god I’ve missed this.” Harry began to slowly move back and forth using his whole length. It drove Ginny crazy as she was terrified he was going to withdraw fully with each backward stroke. Minute by minute Harry increased the rate and the force he was using and he could feel the effects he was causing as Ginny’s virginal walls began to contract on his penis. She was on the brink of orgasm it wouldn’t take much more before she’d be over the top screaming his name. He was so glad they had a detached house in the country without neighbours.

“Oh yes… oh yes… harder Harry… harder make me come. I want you all… you wonderful bastard,” she cried her eyes closed.

“Hello Ginny, hello Harry,” a voice suddenly said behind them. Harry stopped thrusting in an instant and turned his head shocked that they weren’t alone.

When he saw who was there he quickly rolled off Ginny into the centre of the bed, his cock sliding out of her quim making her give an agonising gasp of frustration. He grabbed the duvet cover and pulled it over himself failing to cover Ginny who was still on her back red faced and panting from her near orgasm.

“Luna! …What are you… doing here,” Harry stammered out.


How annoying is that a cliff hanger in the middle of a piece of Smut? What is the world coming to? Please Review and Rate I’d love to know what you think and felt.