So, so, so super sorry about how long this took to get up. I was having major writers block, and then I went away to camp, and then another camp, and then I went to a friend's play, so I haven't had much time to myself lately. But here it is :D Enjoy

Chapter 3

"Shit!" I whispered. Who could that be? Not that that really mattered, because Blaise was on my bed wearing just boxers, and I don't think anyone would be very pleased about that. I motioned to Blaise for him to hide himself, and he pulled on his pants quickly before rolling under my bed.

"C-come in!" I called after pulling on my shirt and unlocking the door with my wand.

Harry strolled in casually. "Hey, Ginny. How are you?"

"I'm good. Uhh, did you want something? Can I help you?"

"Just wanted to chat, really. Maybe you could tell me about how your classes are going. Or not. Whatever you want to talk about is fine. We're friends, right?"

"We're friends, yeah."

"So how are classes?"

"Good. Mostly boring, but you know." Why was Harry so interested in how I was doing? We'd never really talked much before.

"How are your friends?"

Blaise took that opportunity to make his presence known.

"Her friends are great, actually."

"Blaise. What are you doing in here? And why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"Well, me and Ginny were actually doing something before you so rudely barged in. So it would be great if you could leave so we could resume."
"I don't want to leave."

"Well then." And with that, Blaise recaptured my lips and moved his hands to my ass. My fingers drifted over his defined abs and his strong shoulders. I moaned into his mouth.
Harry coughed. And then he left. Blaise didn't notice. He rubbed himself against my leg.

"Ginny. Take off your shirt. Now." Blaise could be bossy, but I liked it.

I pulled off my shirt and he tugged off his pants again. This time his boxers went with them, and I saw him in all his naked glory.

"Like what you see?" I nodded mutely. "Do you want to touch it?" I nodded again. "Then go ahead. You can't hurt me."

I didn't really know what to do, but I reached out my hand and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. Blaise shifted his hips and made a noise in the back of his throat. "Ginny! Move your hand."

So I did. Up and down his cock my hand went, stopping to run my thumb over the slit in the top and play with his balls. And then I removed my hand and took it into my mouth.

"Shit!" Blaise muttered. "God, Ginny, you little cock slut."

I smiled around his dick and bobbed my head up and down.

"Use your tongue. Soon I'll have you sucking cock like a pro. Up and down, just like that. Make ziz-zag motions with your tongue. Don't forget the balls."

I followed his instructions, and he responded.

"Fuuuuck. That's right, take my cock. You like it, don't you, you little slut? I don't know which you'll like better, this or the reward you'll get later. I guess you'll just have to wait and see. Ungghhhh! I'm gonna cum, you little whore, and you're gonna swallow it. Fuck! Just like that, bitch." I did swallow it, and Blaise patted my head.

"Do you want your reward now?" I nodded.

He unbuttoned my pants and ripped off my lacy underwear. Then he got up and went to my desk. He rifled through a few drawers before returning to the bed. He was holding a particularly big (3 inches wide, 8 inches long) pen I'd brought from home to tattoo myself with.

"Do you want me to fuck you with this?" I nodded enthusiastically.

He parted my lips with the gentlest of fingers and inserted the end of the pen into my opening. He pushed a little, and the first inch of the pen was inside me. Oh god, nothing had ever felt so good. I wiggled, wanting more of the pen inside me.

"Ah ah a! Patience, or you won't get what you want. You want to cum, don't you? Then let me do it my way." All I could do was groan, as he'd pushed another inch of it inside me.

"Does that feel good? Tell me how it feels."

"It feels amazing! It's cold, and hard, and it fills me up so good. Oh god I want more!" I moaned wantonly.

"You little slut, beg for it!"

"Please, Blaise, give me more!"

He pushed in another inch. "I can't wait to fuck that tight pussy." Another inch. "You're such a slut, you're a little cock slut. I bet you like pussy, too."

"Mmmhmmmm."

Another inch. "Ginny, you whore, begging for a pen. You want a pen to fill you up and fuck you. Beg for it!"

"Please, please just give it to me! I'll do anything!"

"I know you will, cause you're a little slut." He pushed the rest into me. And then he pulled it out slowly, and pushed it back in. In, out, in, out.

"Does that feel good, slut? Do you like it?"

"Yes, yes! It feels so good!"

He twisted the pen inside me, creating all sorts of new sensations. He started twisting it as he fucked me with it hard and fast. I wanted more, no, I needed more. I wanted his cock, not some pen, but the pen would do for now.

He thrust the pen in, and left it there, causing my cunt to throb with need. He trailed one of his hands up my body to my mouth and stuck one of his fingers into my mouth. "Suck," he commanded. After a few seconds, he retracted his hand, and I felt something pressing up against my asshole.

"Calm down, slut. It'll feel good."

He pressed his finger inside my tight hole, and I was so full I thought I was going to explode.

He resumed fucking my sopping, tight pussy with the pen, and his tongue lapped at my little button. "Come for me, slut." He commanded.

And I came. I came so hard I saw stars.