Minerva McGonagall's Evening of Allurement

Chapter 2
Professor McGonagall lowered her face and slowly trailed her tongue up and down Hermione, parting her lips and licking the juices from within her, tasting her, giving her pleasure that was indescribable. Hermione lifted her head and looked down at her teacher, a little breathless.
�gOh . . . pr . . . Professor . . . . .�h She looked into her professor�fs eyes, seeing the desire and lust shining through her sparkling blue. It was a startling difference to the women she knew to be her teacher, usually those eyes were surrounded by a frown, the most common one being the I-will-take-points-off-even-if-it�fs-from-Gryffindor frown, but this evening, she was witnessing a new side to Minerva McGonagall, the hidden side to the strict, stern Transfiguration Professor. Despite the Headgirl�fs vast vocabulary, this was beyond words; nothing, absolutely nothing, would have prepared her for the feelings rushing through her body right now. Like any other curious teenage girl, she�fd touch herself alone at night when she was pretty sure all her dorm-mates were fast asleep, she�fd put a silencio charm on the curtains, close her eyes and slide her hand down into her knickers. Letting her imagination take her away, she often fantasized about being with Harry, in several different ways, and in several different places. Sometimes in the common room late at night, sometimes up on the Astronomy Tower under the moon, even in the alcoves dotted around the castle, somewhere where they could easily get caught. Her favorite, and most exciting one so far is one where she discreetly reaches over to Harry�fs lap during class, unzip him and play with him, stroking him until he�fs just about to go over the edge only to stop to let him recover, and then start over again. She would imagine herself doing this several times, up to the point where he�fs trembling with sexual agony, giving her a look that spoke volumes, from �gwhat-the-hell-do-you-think-you�fre-doing?-we�fre-in-class!�h to, �gwhy-the-hell-did-you-stop?�h to the one she wanted to see, the �gplease-Hermione-please-I�fm begging-you . . .�h look. She would smile at her own cruelty, loving the fact that she had the upper hand on the situation, that�@she, and only she, could satisfy him.
On a few nights she had also found herself fantasizing about Professor McGonagall, imagining what it would be like to be kissed by her, touched by her, even in class she would sometimes glance up at her professor, watch her walking around the classroom, wondering how soft her breasts would be, how sensitive those nipples would be under the slightest of touch. She always found it hard to concentrate when the classrooms were chilly, damn those form-fitting robes! she often thought, only to dismiss that thought and go back to . . . . . . . . . �gstill, . . . I wonder how soft they are . . . . .�h One thing was for sure, those nights in bed always finished with a few quiet gasps, a little tremble from her hips and then it would be over. Right now, the way her professor was licking her, it was sexual pleasure taken to new heights. All those nights fantasizing in her dormitory, she never would have imagined something like this was possible, and she never would have imagined actually ever being in this position.
As her professor nibbled her hardened snub with her lips, licked her femininity up and down tantalizingly slowly, massaging her thighs very lightly with her hands to arouse all her senses even more, Hermione couldn�ft help but wrap her leg tighter around the professor�fs neck to pull her face closer. It was obvious to Professor McGonagall that Hermione was new to this, she was very responsive, every lick sent a shiver down her body and she knew it wouldn�ft take long for her to orgasm, she could already feel the muscles around her thighs tighten as Hermione went closer and closer to the edge. Her breathing became increasingly ragged as her legs stiffened around the professor�fs neck, Hermione could feel the warmth building, bubbling inside her as she moaned in pleasure, and then it came, bursting out from within her.
Moments before, Professor McGonagall had reverted to rubbing Hermione�fs snub in circles with her thumb, and she knew Hermione was going to climax very soon. She quickened the pace and was just about to go back to using her tongue when all of a sudden Hermione�fs back arched, her muscles stiffened and she let out small scream, her hands reaching out to grip the sofa as her body, her mind, toppled over the edge. The professor continued to massage Hermione�fs femininity as wave after wave of ecstasy sailed through her, her body shuddering with every blow. Her breathing was still ragged, coming in shaky breaths, her face flushed from the heat and intensity, but eventually, her body seemed to relax and her hips stopped trembling as the orgasm slowly subsided. Professor McGonagall got up from the floor and looked down at her student, a small smile on her face as she licked the juices from her own lips. Hermione was curled up on her side, her eyes closed as she continued to calm her breathing, her hands between her thighs, pressing them together with her legs as if telling the professor to stop, that she couldn�ft handle anymore.
Harry, who was watching from the other side of the couch, couldn�ft take it any longer. He was more than happy to sit back and watch as Hermione moaned in pleasure, watch her grip the cushions around her as her body shuddered with ecstasy, but that was the last straw for him. The sight of seeing his best friend come was intoxicating, and his primal urges slowly took over, and right now, he wanted nothing more than to be inside her. He started to sit up, and was about to gently reach over to Hermione, but stopped when he felt Professor McGonagall�fs hand on his shoulder.
�gGive her a minute to recover Mr. Potter . . . . . I wouldn�ft be surprised if that was her first time, and she wouldn�ft be able to handle much more at the moment . . .�h She looked down at his lap and said in a quiet voice,
�gWhy don�ft I finish what Miss Granger was doing . . . . . . . hmmm? Would you like that . . .?�h It was hard to say no to anything she asks when she lowers her eyelashes at him and purrs like a cat, but it was hardly a question which she expected an answer to. She was already on her knees and lowering her mouth onto him, devouring him as far as she could, imitating what Hermione was doing before and softly tickling his balls with her fingers which, she noticed, he seemed to enjoy immensely. Harry was more than content to just let his professor suckle him, the build up to his own climax was a lot slower this way but he knew it would be just as intense, maybe even more so, as she teased him, pushed his sexual urges to the limit until he just couldn�ft hold it anymore. Harry murmured his appreciation as he stroked her hair, fighting the urge to close his eyes and lean back just so that he could watch the beautiful women suckle him as she looked back up to his face. Professor McGonagall wrapped her lips around him, roving her tongue around his tip, pulling him out of her mouth so that she could run her tongue up and down his shaft which she knew he liked. She still couldn�ft quite believe how fortunate she was, that this handsome young man and this beautiful young women was letting someone like her be intimate with them, pleasure them and let her see their vulnerable side. She was the luckiest women in Hogwarts right now. It was quite clear that Harry and Hermione had a following within the student body, a group, no, a very large group, of adorers and hopefuls. Ones who adored them from afar, and ones who thought had a chance to be the one to hold their hand on the way to Hogsmeade. They were attractive, intelligent and kind, and they both emanated a certain charisma which made them stand out from the rest of the crowd. Anyone would give an arm and a leg to be in Professor McGonagall�fs situation right now. In terms of sex appeal, yes, they were certainly the Headboy and Headgirl of Hogwarts.
Hermione opened her eyes, finally recovering from her orgasm, and looked over to where the professor was now suckling Harry. She thought her body would be spent by now, that any sexual urges would have been drained from her body, but the heat and the passion that was passing between their eyes, the way she caressed him with her tongue, suckled him with care, she knew she was once again, becoming hot with anticipation. She wanted to join in, no, she . . . . she didn�ft know what she wanted to do. Hermione was about to move a little closer to them when she noticed a large wet patch on the sofa just between her legs. Her eyes widened as she realized that that came from her. Was that all from me? She�fd noticed herself become all moist when she used to touch herself in bed, but it was never anything like this, her knickers usually soaked up all the juices from within her. Right now, her knickers were dripping and the wet patch was all around her thighs. She felt the professors eyes on her, and indeed, when she slowly looked up, her blue eyes were looking over at her with amusement, she didn�ft seem annoyed about this, even though this couch looked very expensive, but Hermione still couldn�ft help but blush as she looked down again at her legs. The professor lifted her mouth up from Harry�fs lap, and said reassuringly,
�gNo need to worry Miss Granger, nothing a quick scourgify spell couldn�ft clean . . . .�h Hermione, still blushing, gave her small nod as she used her sleeve to wipe away the moistness around her inner thighs, but she still found it a little embarrassing. Harry on the other hand, didn�ft find it amusing or embarrassing. Harry was awed, no, aroused, so aroused by this that when Hermione looked up to his face, she almost gasped at the fire burning in his emerald eyes, he wanted her, it wasn�ft written all over his face, it was emanating from his beautiful eyes and she almost swooned under his gaze. She couldn�ft remember how long she�fd wanted Harry to look at her like that, and it was enough to make her melt on the spot. The flame within Hermione seemed to be fueled by Harry�fs, and before she knew it, she had launched herself forward, crushing her lips against his, kissing him with a certain degree of urgency, as if trying to make up for the lost time. Harry was just as responsive, it was something they had both wanted to do for a while, but with their friendship and Ron in the way, it never happened, until now. Granted, under the circumstances, a kiss may seem a little trivial now, but the electricity they felt when their lips met, the excitement that was flowing through her veins, it was enough to get her feeling all warm inside and feel the heat spread down between her thighs again. Hermione grabbed a fistful of his shirt and tried to pull his face closer to hers, her other hand running through his black, unruly hair, as she tasted him, roved her tongue around his and suckled on his swollen lips.
Professor McGonagall looked up from where she was crouched and smiled to herself; it was a sight to behold, her two favorite students, half naked, kissing each other with no inhibitions. Her many fantasies were unfolding right before her eyes, and she loved every second of it. She went back to pleasuring Harry, using her hands as well as her mouth to stimulate him, and soon enough, she heard Harry�fs breathing becoming heavier and heavier, breathing in and out through his nose as he busily explored Hermione�fs mouth. Harry inched his hips upward as he came closer to the edge, moaning louder and louder, and taking this as a sign, she pulled him out of her mouth and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him faster and faster until finally, Harry gasped and came harder than ever before in his life. Like Hermione, his hips shuddered, uncontrollable waves of pleasure running through him as the professor continued to stroke him. He had his eyes closed, holding onto the sofa like his life depended on it, writhing as he felt the ecstasy release itself from within him. After a small while, Harry slowly came back down to earth, his breathing eventually calming down as his mind began to clear. He looked down at his professor, who was wiping her hands on her robes, and muttered,
�gProfessor . . . . . That . . . That was . . . . . I mean . . . . That was . . . . .�h Both Hermione and Professor McGonagall smiled at Harry�fs momentary loss of speech, it wasn�ft often you see the boy who lived, or since last year, the boy who defeated, become dumbstruck and act like . . . well . . . just that. Dumb. It was very arousing watching Harry have his orgasm, both women felt the magic in the air crackle with energy and hear the windows rattle, showing just how powerful a wizard he truly was.
�gNo need for you to explain, Mr. Potter, it was quite clear that you . . . . enjoyed yourself . . . . .�h She smiled up at him fondly from where she was still crouched, liking the fact that it was her that pleasured him to this state, slumped back on the sofa, seemingly too exhausted to move.
�gI have to say, I�fm certainly impressed by your . . . . . how shall I put it . . . Lengthy stamina . . . . . ?�h Professor McGonagall was still smiling at him, trailing her index finger up and down his shaft, obviously complimenting him on two fronts. Harry certainly did enjoy himself, actually, he was still enjoying himself. The two beautiful women of Hogwarts, his Transfiguration teacher and his best friend were looking at him affectionately, the three of them had shared something so wonderful together that he was still floating on cloud nine, marveling at how damn lucky he was. What he didn�ft know was how much more lucky he was going to get, it seemed like Professor McGonagall had further plans for the both of them that evening, as she slowly stood up and started to untie the small thin belt holding her robes closed.
Harry and Hermione both froze, not believing, not wanting to get their hopes up to what they thought she was about to do. They had both imagined, fantasized, about how the Transfiguration teacher would look naked, but they dared not think that one day they would be able to actually see it. Their minds came to a complete stand still as the professor slowly, teasingly undid her thin belt. She was wearing the robes that she always wears when she�fs in her office during the evenings, they opened at the front like bath robes, but were more elegant, and they were just as sexy as the form-fitting robes she wore to class. The midnight blue material hugged her curves, the thin, silk like material doing nothing to hide her erect nipples, and right now, all three occupants in Minerva McGonagall�fs private quarters were nervous, excited, aroused, so many different emotions rushing around all three of them that they could literally hear their own hearts beating against their chests. If the two girls from the movie that was still playing on the TV were here now, they would be quite offended at the lack of attention they were receiving, despite their loud and enticing performance. The professor finally untied the thin belts and let them fall to the ground, she still had a hold on the robes though, but slowly, seductively, she let them fall to the sides. Harry and Hermione let out small gasps as they saw that she wasn�ft wearing any underwear.
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