Fun Times at the Rookery (Exclusive)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Fun Times at the Rookery

Harry lay stretched across Luna Lovegood’s bed, one leg hanging off the mattress, the other planted firmly in the dip of her pillow. His arms were behind his head, lifting his biceps in a way he knew looked good. He wore only a pair of navy blue boxers, the waistband loose enough to show a stripe of skin below his navel. He’d been waiting for Luna, but it was Ginny’s voice he heard first.

“You’re here,” Ginny said, caught off guard in the doorway. Her hair was in a ponytail, and her cheeks flushed even before she saw the state Harry was in. Luna drifted in behind, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Both arms were full of brightly colored shopping bags.

“Ginny, you need to learn to slow down. Your legs are longer than mine,” said Luna, her voice dreamy. She set the bags on the edge of the bed, not even glancing at Harry’s half-naked body. “Are you okay? You look like you might have a wrackspurt infestation.”

Ginny’s blue eyes flicked between Luna and Harry. “Yeah. Er …” She looked again at Harry and tried to figure out where to put her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

Luna smiled. “Harry’s spending the night. I invited him,” she said, not bothering with small talk.

“I thought I’d help Luna with her Charms essay,” said Harry. “But apparently there’s been a change of plans.” He sat up, grinning, and watched Ginny’s face go red.

“We went shopping for underthings!” Luna announced, fishing in the bags and pulling out a burst of fabric. “Would you like to see, Harry?”

“Definitely,” he said.

Ginny coughed. “You can’t just …” but stopped herself. Her hands were at her hips, fingers nervously playing with the hem of her denim skirt.

Luna wasted no time. She pulled off her sweater in a single motion, then her skirt. Underneath, she wore nothing. There were no panties, no bra, not even socks. Luna’s breasts were apple-sized, round, and set high on her chest. Her pale pink nipples stood stiff. Her stomach was flat, and her skin was almost milky in the light from the window. There was not a single hair below her navel. Harry eagerly watched. Luna had always had a unique look, but naked, she looked like a sexy nymph who was here to lead him astray. He could feel the blood rush between his legs, and he didn’t try to hide it.

Ginny blushed so hard she almost glowed. “Luna!” she whispered, covering her mouth.

“What?” Luna asked. She seemed genuinely curious, not mocking. “He’s seen me in a bikini before. Isn’t this the same thing?”

Ginny sputtered. “Maybe, but …” She risked a glance at Harry, then stared at the bags.

Luna leaned over, giving Harry a perfect view of her ass and the delicate pink folds between her legs, and dug in the shopping bag. She extracted a thong so tiny it looked like it was an eyepatch. “This one first,” she said.

Harry sat forward, boxers already tenting. “It looks good already.”

Luna turned her back to them and bent at the waist, threading the thong up her legs. She took her time, and Harry saw every inch. She pulled the little triangle of fabric snug between her ass cheeks, adjusted it, and turned around for inspection.

“Well?” she asked, hands on her hips.

“Ten out of ten,” Harry said, and he didn’t try to make it a joke. Ginny made a noise, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t. She was stuck, half wanting to leave and half unable to look away.

Luna studied Ginny, head tilted. “You can try yours, too,” she said. “That’s why we bought them.”

Ginny shook her head. “Not with …” but trailed off.

“Harry doesn’t mind,” said Luna. She stepped closer to him, resting a hand on his thigh. Her fingers played at the waistband of his boxers.

Harry didn’t move, but met Ginny’s gaze. “I definitely don’t mind,” he said. Ginny opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Luna grinned at Harry, then looked at the bulge in his boxers. “You like this,” she said, matter-of-fact.

“Yeah,” said Harry. “I really do.”

“Do you want to touch yourself?” Luna asked. Her face was serious, but her hand pressed firmer into his thigh. Ginny’s breath caught in her throat.

Harry looked at Luna, then Ginny, then back at Luna. “Is that allowed?” he asked teasingly.

“It’s my room,” said Luna. “You can do anything you want.”

Ginny was still frozen, eyes fixed on Harry’s lap. Luna stepped back and slid off the thong again, letting it fall to the floor. She stood, arms at her sides, letting Harry and Ginny both stare.

“Would you like me to touch myself too?” Luna asked him. Ginny made a choked sound.

“I suppose you’re allowed,” Harry joked as he stared at the sexy girl.

“Then I will,” said Luna.

Harry watched Luna, her hand drifting between her legs, the pale fingers spreading and stroking her lips. She did it without shame, and the effect was hypnotic. Ginny’s hands were at her face, but she peeked through her fingers. Harry put a hand over his boxers, squeezing once.

Ginny exhaled. “Merlin,” she said, almost a whisper.

Luna glanced at her. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” Ginny absentmindedly nodded, unable to do anything else. Luna smiled gently. “You’re allowed to look, Ginny.” Ginny trembled. She glanced down at her own skirt, then at Luna, then at Harry again.

Luna said, “I’m going to try the next one,” and dug in the bag for a pair of yellow panties. She slipped them on with no hurry, bending and stretching as she did, and giving Harry an uncensored view. Harry watched, open-mouthed. Ginny watched too, though she tried to hide it.

Luna finished, then crawled onto the bed, sitting on her knees beside Harry. She placed one hand on his chest, the other on her own thigh. “Do you want to take off your boxers, Harry?”

Harry hesitated for effect, then nodded. “Yeah, I do.” He peeled the boxers down, letting his cock spring free. Ginny gasped. It was bigger than she’d imagined. It was thick too, the tip flushed dark with arousal. It stood out from his hips at a proud angle.

Luna’s eyes went wide. “Oh, that’s wonderful,” she said, like she was admiring a rare magical creature.

Ginny’s face was as red as her hair. “That’s… that’s… a lot,” she managed.

Harry smiled. “You like it?”

Ginny’s eyes flicked down, then back up. “I… yeah.”

Luna touched his shaft, gently, fingers circling it, and then let go. She held her own breasts in both hands, squeezing. “Now you can touch yourself,” she said. “If you want.”

Harry looked at Ginny. “Only if you’re okay with it.” Ginny swallowed, then nodded, eyes locked on his cock. Harry stroked himself, slow, just enough to make it twitch. Ginny’s breath got shallow. She watched his hand go up and down, transfixed. Luna smiled at both of them. She was already wet. Ginny didn’t leave. She couldn’t. She just stared, face burning, as Harry’s hand moved. Luna’s body was on display, and the room got heavy with the smell of sex.

Luna leaned into Ginny, whispering, “It’s okay. You can touch it if you want.”

Ginny shivered. “Maybe… later.”

“Maybe,” said Luna, and winked at Harry. He stroked himself harder, letting Luna and Ginny both watch.

Harry’s hand slid up and down his shaft, slow and unhurried. The air in Luna’s room buzzed with the smell of sex and the shimmer of two girls’ attention. Ginny perched at the edge of Luna’s desk chair, knuckles white on the wood, her knees pressed tight together. Luna knelt on the bed next to Harry, her perky breasts and nipples out and proud. Her gaze was pinned to Harry’s lap.

Luna ran her fingers through Harry’s hair, then down his chest, then between his legs. She let her hand hover above his cock, never quite touching. “You’re even bigger than I expected,” she said, inspecting him with the gentle curiosity of a magizoologist.

Ginny choked. She couldn’t stop staring. The thing was massive. Thick as her wrist, and long, with a heavy arch that almost looked sculpted. His balls were huge, the skin smooth and taut, and hanging low between his thighs. Ginny had seen some things, but nothing close to this. Harry met Ginny’s eye. “Want a better look?” Ginny nodded, just barely.

Luna beamed. “You should see him closer, Ginny. It’s fascinating.”

Ginny shook her head. “I couldn’t.”

Harry rolled his thumb over the head, spreading pre-cum, and grinned. “You can, if you want.”

Luna crawled across the duvet, moving to the end of the bed. She leaned forward and licked Harry’s tip with just a flick of her tongue, then sat back and giggled. “It’s delicious,” she said. Ginny inhaled, sharp and shaky. Her face was almost purple.

“Try on your new panties, Gin,” Luna urged. “Let’s all dress up.”

Ginny’s hands trembled as she opened her bag. She pulled out a pair of nearly see-through pale pink lace panties and a matching bra. Harry stopped stroking, just for a moment, to watch. Ginny stood. She looked at Luna, then Harry, then back at her own trembling fingers. She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks. She lifted her shirt, revealing the white cotton bra beneath. The bra was thin, and her nipples were two tight points against the fabric. She hesitated, then unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall. Her legs were smooth, pale, and long. Luna sat back on her heels, clapping softly. “You’re beautiful, Ginny.”

Harry agreed, but he couldn’t form the words. He just nodded, cock in his hand. Ginny blushed, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She turned her back to them, letting the bra slide off her arms before she turned around, bare-chested.

Her breasts were a bit larger than Luna’s. They were perfect teardrops of delectable flesh, with dusky pink nipples. Her chest and shoulders were flecked with freckles. She covered her breasts with one arm, blushing furiously, then let her arm drop to her side. Harry moaned softly as he worked his cock. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, and meant it.

Ginny’s face split into a shy smile. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her old panties and slid them down. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, with a tiny patch of ginger hair above the slit. The rest was pale, smooth skin. The lips were almost closed, but glistening wet. She stepped out of the panties and stood naked in front of them, trembling. Harry stroked himself, harder now. Ginny couldn’t look away from his cock. “Put the new ones on,” Luna said excitedly. “Let him see.”

Ginny picked up the new panties and stepped into them. They clung to her hips, translucent, the thin fabric disappearing between the cheeks of her ass. She shimmied them into place, causing her perky tits to bounce around. She then reached for the matching bra, but Harry stopped her. “Leave it off?” he asked.

Ginny nodded, blushing, then walked to the bed. She stood next to Harry, the line of her hip inches from his cheek. Harry leaned in. He inhaled deeply. “You smell amazing, Ginny.” She blushed even harder, if that was possible. He reached for her and placed his hand on the inside of her thigh. He felt her body tremble. “You can touch me, too,” Harry said.

Ginny swallowed. She sat on the edge of the bed, close enough to brush his shoulder with her breast, and reached for his cock. She’d never touched one before. It was warm and heavy, throbbing in her hand. Her fingers couldn’t meet around the shaft. She pumped it, slow, then looked at Luna for approval. Luna nodded, smiling.

Ginny stroked Harry, uncertain at first, then with more confidence. Her thumb explored the ridge of the head, the thick vein underneath, and the way his foreskin moved when she squeezed. She watched Harry’s face, and he smiled at her. Luna leaned forward, her face inches from Ginny’s. “How does it feel?”

Ginny giggled, nervous and excited. “It’s… amazing.”

Luna pressed her hand over Ginny’s, guiding the motion. “Like this,” she said, and the two of them stroked Harry together.

Harry moaned, shivering. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Luna smiled at Ginny. “Do you want him to touch you, too?” Ginny hesitated, but the look on her face was pure hunger. She nodded.

Harry slid his hand up Ginny’s thigh slowly, then cupped her pussy through the pink lace. The fabric was already soaked. He rubbed her through it, feeling the heat and wetness, then hooked his finger around the edge and pulled it aside. Ginny gasped when his finger touched her clit. Luna was back on her knees, fingers rolling her own nipples, lost in the sight of Harry’s hand moving between Ginny’s legs. Ginny’s hand worked faster on Harry. His cock was throbbing under her grip, every nerve ending awake. Harry’s finger slid up and down Ginny’s slit, then pushed inside, just the tip. She clenched around it, her whole body going rigid.

“Is this okay?” he asked. She nodded, eyes squeezed shut.

He worked her, slow at first, then faster, finding the spot that made her whimper and moan. Ginny’s hips rocked against his hand. She wasn’t shy anymore. Luna stood, took off her panties, and climbed onto the bed, legs straddling Harry’s waist. She faced Ginny, so close they could have kissed. “You’re so pretty when you’re wet,” Luna said. She spread her legs, showing Ginny her glistening, perfect pussy, and started playing with herself. Ginny’s hand never stopped on Harry’s cock.

Harry felt the pressure building, but he wanted Ginny to cum first. He added another finger, curled them just right, and pressed his thumb to her clit. Ginny’s eyes rolled back. She moaned deeply, then clamped a hand over her mouth, embarrassed. Her thighs squeezed tight around Harry’s wrist. The muscles in her stomach fluttered.

“Oh god,” she said.

Harry smiled, “Good?”

She nodded, shaking. He worked her harder and faster. Ginny’s moans got louder, the sounds raw and animalistic. Then she broke, hips bucking and pussy clenching around his fingers. Her orgasm hit hard, and a jet of clear fluid shot out, soaking Harry’s hand and the bedsheet.

Ginny’s jaw dropped. “Did I …?” She looked at Luna, stunned.

Luna clapped, delighted. “You squirted, Ginny! Isn’t it wonderful?” Ginny laughed, then collapsed on the bed, boneless and breathless. Harry’s cock was leaking now, the head dark and wet.

Luna crawled down the bed, positioning herself between Harry’s legs. She looked up at him, eyes wide, and then took him in her mouth. Ginny watched, still panting. She watched Luna’s head bob up and down, her hair shining gold in the afternoon sun. Luna’s lips slid all the way to the base, then back up, swirling her tongue around the head. Harry moaned, louder now, his hand tangled in Luna’s hair. Ginny watched, fascinated, as Luna took Harry’s whole length, her lips stretched wide. The tip of his cock bulged in her throat, but she didn’t gag or stop. She just worked him harder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna … ” Harry started. Luna grabbed his balls, squeezed, and sucked harder. Ginny watched Harry’s face, the way his whole body tensed, then saw Luna’s cheeks hollow as she swallowed. Harry’s hips bucked, and he came hard, shooting a rope of cum down Luna’s throat. Luna swallowed every drop, licking him clean before letting him go.

Ginny was amazed. “How did you …?”

Luna smiled, mouth still dripping. “Practice.” Harry lay back, dazed, cock softening against his thigh.

Ginny giggled, a wild, giddy sound. “That was insane.” Luna crawled up and kissed her, and Ginny kissed back, tasting Harry on her tongue.

Harry grinned at both of them. “Best sleepover ever,” he said. All three collapsed on the bed, tangled together, and let the afternoon light fade into evening.