Ginny\'s Rite of Awakening

Arthur watched his little girl from his regular care-worn chair in the Burrow’s cozy living room. It was a lovely summer evening and his two youngest were home from school. The familiar sounds of his dutiful wife clanging around in the kitchen washed over him as he watched Ronny and Ginny playing a round of chess on the floor.

It was a perfect evening, a scene of contentment that he had been so lucky to have experienced far more often than most, especially in such troubling times. A soft smile full of anticipation and hunger stretched across his face. His happy home was about to get even better soon. The whole family was gearing up for the arrival of Ginny’s coming of age ceremony tomorrow.

She was luckier than most. As the only daughter in a family of six boys she would have far more training than other girls. His dear Molly had had to take up the job of training all of their sons, all strapping and healthy and eager to learn, and now it was finally his turn, and that of his sons to teach his little girl.

In the wizarding world, little is more sanctified than the natural and sacred gift of sexual pleasure. The only thing more blessed was the creation of healthy and magically powerful children. Magic made it possible to engage in the pleasures of sex without fear of disease or the uncontrolled mixing of bloodlines with the production of unplanned children. There was therefore, no need of muggle incest taboos. Because of all this, it was not only possible but preferable that children be taught how to pleasure their future spouses by their family.

At age fourteen, children were taken in hand, so to speak, by their parents to be relieved of their virginity, seen as a gift to those who had sacrificed so much to raise them, after which they could go out and learn the arts of sex from trusted family and friends. It was a time of their life called the Rites of Awakening and it lasted from fourteen to the month before they married. It was thought that a marriage bonded in true love and passion created the most powerful children.

Arthur was painfully hard just thinking about it. For a decade now, he had watched his sons bend his wife over with pride, sometimes participating by instructing them or simply spreading his wife out and showing them how it was done. His Molly was such a slut for them and enjoyed her duties, sometimes getting fucked so thoroughly that by the end, she would limp away, sore and satisfied with her son’s spunk oozing down her legs and from her face and breasts.  

Now, finally, it was his turn. He had been anticipating this day since his little baby girl had turned eleven and had begun to develop her mother’s narrow waist, wide hips, pert rounded ass, and high bouncing breasts.

On the eve of her fourteenth birthday, Arthur looked at his daughter with lusty pride. Her hair was long, flowing silkily down her back like a river of fire. Her cinnamon colored eyes were wide in with innocence while her pouty lips begged to latch onto a hot cock. She kneeled on the floor, resting her chin on one of her knees, wearing one of Bill’s old shirts and tiny pair of panties. The shoulder of the overlarge shirt drooped down her arm and, when she moved to move a piece on the chess board, revealed on of her stiff pink nipples. 

Ron casually stroked his cock through his pajama shorts between moves, unable to resist the tantalizing site and anticipating when he would be able sink into that sweet pussy he could see outlined underneath the thin cloth of her knickers. Ginny paid him no mind. For as long as she could remember, her father and brothers had always looked at her mother like that and more recently had begun to do the same to her. It was normal, both in her experience and in households all over the wizarding world.

As the night wore on Ron stumbled up to bed. Molly patted him on the shoulder, their mutual excitement that their youngest was finally reaching her Awakening in mere minutes bleeding into a searing kiss goodnight, before she too went up to bed.

“Alright baby girl, we’ve only got a few more minutes to midnight,” Arthur announced as he rose out of the chair and helped a still kneeling Ginny from the floor. “Why don’t we go on up to bed.”

Ginny smiled up at him, excitement and lust shining through her eyes. Arthur led her up the stairs, his hand never leaving the plump ass cheeks that peaked out of her cheeky panties.

Arthur sat on her bed and guided her on his lap after they both stripped from their clothes. His cock throbbed, hard and aching and nestled between her butt cheeks. He knuckled one of her pointed nipples as she leaned into him.

“I see you’re getting excited here, aren’t you baby girl,” he murmured, kissing her gently on her neck.

“Mmm, yes daddy,” she sighed.

 The clock on the mantle finally struck twelve. His baby girl was fourteen. Deserting her now puffy nipples he slid his fingers into her hairless folds. They came back slick with her juices.

“My! Daddy’s wanton little girl, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes daddy! I need you. I’ve been waiting all week! I haven’t even fingered myself, just like you told me,” Ginny moaned, arching as her father’s fingers dove back in and went farther.

He stuck one of his fingers deep in her core. She was so tight; his cock throbbed as if jealous of his finger. She was beyond ready for him, her juices dripping down her thighs.

Quickly, he laid her onto the bed, her breasts jiggling with the suddenness of the action and her legs splayed wide and open for him. He dove down inches from her glistening folds and breathed deeply relishing her virgin scent, before licking a path up her pussy ending with a swirl of his tongue around her engorged clit.

“Oh, daddy, more!” She screamed, pressing her cunt into her father’s face.

He ate her with abandon, licking at her sweet juices and sucking at her slippery flesh. Her cunt walls squeezed around his tongue and he felt the rush of fluids as she rocked with her orgasm.

Not giving her a moment to recover, he stood up and plunged his thick cock into her tightness. Ginny was so caught up in the small aftershocks of her orgasm that she barely noticed her father breaking through her maidenhood.

Arthur pumped into his little girl, building speed as she adjusted around his girth. He thrust harder and harder, his balls slapping against her ass. He knew that she would have trouble walking tomorrow, but he promised himself that he would massage a healing balm into her pussy for her tomorrow.

“Mmm! You’re sweet pussy is so tight. You’re such a good little whore!” he groaned. He kneaded the amble flesh of her perfect tits, sucking on one pointed pink tip and then the other.

“I’m gonna come again, daddy!  So good!” she wailed as she contracted around his dick.

Arthur thrust deep into her one last time as she sent him over the edge. He shot his load into her as she pulsed around his member. Slipping out of her he collapsed beside her and gathered her into his arms.

He took in the sight of her swollen red nipples, her glistening thighs and sopping pussy. He was so proud of his daughter. She had taken to her Awakening like a phoenix took to the sky. He couldn’t wait to share her with the family.