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Professor, it's going to be a real detention?!	By : indivisible_soup Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3358 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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# Pure smut
# Uni AU
# McGonagall's POV
# This story is a direct continuation of "Professor, I'm just commenting on the match!". I put it as another title because tonally it's completely different and can be read as a stand-alone story.
# The gist of the previous story: Sex in public is not common, but tolerated. During a Quidditch match Lee Jordan got a blowjob from Hope Potter(femHarry) in the bleachers in front of everybody. During that bj he joked (into a megaphone, so the whole stadium heard him) that McGonagall should suck him off as well. For that joke he got a detention.

"Here I am!" proclaimed Lee Jordan in a jovial tone, entering Minerva McGonagall's office to serve out his detention.
"You're going to be rewriting chapters 26 and 27 applying Manesto's reduction principles," said McGonagall in her no-nonsense voice, pointing at a preprepared book as Lee closed the door behind himself.
"Huh?! Professor, it's going to be a real detention?!" he exclaimed in exaggerated theatricality, looking shocked.
"It is," she said coolly. She barely held herself from rolling her eyes and sighing; first - that wouldn't look presentable and at all times she was nothing but, and second, and most important - that would only encourage him - he did not have an audience here and she was not going to serve as one.
"But professor! I -"
He stopped unfinished as she gave him a scathing, somewhat tired look without saying a word. She had been grading papers for the past two hours, which made her quite irritable. It was her job, sure. But she hated that menial part of it since the very beginning, and tried not to let it show.
After McGonagall cut Lee off with a stare alone, he seemed to understand that she was not in the mood for his jokes. So without another word he began the work he was ordered to do.
She knew that Lee Jordan was acting his usual self. His role of a jester that he sometimes took way over the top. But even he knew where the line was. He never crossed it. Or at least almost never and knew when to back off at the slightest of hints. She was sure that he knew very well that not in a million years the detention would be anything but a normal detention. Now that she thought about it, she realized that despite his not infrequent shenanigans, she did not remember him ever having a detention with her. He indeed was capable to sense the thin line which he did not overstep. At least with her. Well, that was until the last Quidditch match, of course. That was way out of line! Joking like that with her was already way too much, but doing it with a microphone in hand?! Where virtually all Hogwarts residents could and had witnessed it?! Oh, no... He was lucky it was a mere detention!
She knew that considering the reason Lee Jordan ended up here, it would've been more prudent to relegate overseeing the detention to somebody else, but she never offloaded her responsibilities to other professors unless she had no other choice, even though her status as deputy headmistress permitted her to. Hagrid often asked to send students his way - extra wands when overseeing the Hogwarts grounds plus the Forbidden forest were always of use. But, unfortunately, Hagrid had his hands full for the next fortnight.
Time went by, now and then Lee went up to her with the book or his parchment and asked her a question or two.
For ages McGonagall futilely had tried to lobby publishers to rewrite Transfiguration textbooks for the first three years in accordance with the newly discovered reduction principles by Manesto. But nobody raised a finger to do the work. And the discovery happened 17 years ago! So now, little by little, she made her upper-years students to do the work. When the work would be done, she planned to publish it herself as a required addendum. And to hell with the publishers. In due time they would crawl up to her an pay her royalties for the work to include it in new issues.
When with the corner of her eye she once again saw Lee come up to her, she first finished marking a paragraph for mistakes and only then looked to the left of her desk, she saw neither the book nor his parchment where previously he had been putting them. Instead with her peripheral vision noticed something else. She turned to him and stared. Just stared. In disbelief. In total and absolute one! Lee Jordan - her student - was having his hard cock out and pointing straight at her face. Not that she hadn't seen his cock before. On the last Quidditch match she had more than plenty of time for the image of it to imprint on her memory. But that was then, and it was now! She looked up at him. Her jaw even went slack a little from the genuine shock she was in. But only for a moment. She snapped her mouth shut, lest he thought of it as an invitation.
"Mister Jordan!" she hissed through clenched teeth. Not that she actually had any apprehension about opening her mouth, she was merely pissed. Pissed to hell and back!
But Lee did not do as asked. Well, she did not exactly ask, but she was sure that her tone of voice clearly conveyed that he had to put his cock away. Instead he made a step forward, towering over her even more. He already had been quite close, but after that step the tip of his cock, which happened to be on about the same level as her mouth, ended up a little over an inch from her lips.
McGonagall had to tilt her head back just to be able to keep staring at his insolent face. Which, without any intention on her part, brought her lips even closer to the wet with precum cockhead. They weren't quite touching, but almost. She wouldn't even be able to focus her eyes on the cock even if she tried. Not that she thought about looking at it. She was looking at his face, at his infuriatingly inappropriate smile, trying to come up with words, any words, which she just HAD to say. But her mind failed her. She was dumbfounded into a mute.
Then he did something she did not even consider he would think of doing, much less actually do. He grabbed his cock by its middle with just two fingers and pushed on it a little, which was more then enough for its tip to touch the right corner of her mouth. And then he began to trace it over her lips. Slowly. Back and forth. Again and again.
And she? What did she do in response? Nothing. She was just sitting there. Unmoving. Her student was rubbing his quite sizeable hard cock on her mouth, smearing his precum on her lips, and she was doing nothing. Well, she was blinking, but other than that - nothing. She could've pulled back. She should have! It wasn't like she was pressed with her back against a wall - there was plenty of space to simply lean back on her armchair instead of keeping sitting so rigidly upright. But she did not. She forgot that that was an actual option. Not that she needed options. She merely stared up at him in disbelief, while her mind only now started to be able to put into words her thoughts. At first only semi-coherent ones. But, still...
The audacity! Not once during her years of teaching somebody was so foolishly daring. And yet, she was a Gryffindor at heart. So instinctively she couldn't help but to admire that. It was not kind of a courage that Gryffindor should be known for, but still, nobody who was acquainted with Minerva McGonagall would describe Lee Jordan as faint-hearted at that moment. And some primal part of her had to respect that despite everything else.
She realized what she was about to do and tried to stop herself a millisecond too late. For a moment she hoped that he wouldn't notice, but no. Lee's small cheeky smile grew a bit wider when he felt, but did not manage to catch with his eyes because of how quickly it happened as the tip of McGonagall tongue for the briefest possible moment darted from between her lips and went over the tip of his cockhead as it was dragged along her lips.
McGonagall blushed and for a moment averted her eyes. This was the first time in her tenure in Hogwarts. Even when she wasn't yet known as the strictest professor, even as she wasn't a professor at all but a mere assistant to the previous Transfiguration teacher, when she was much closer age-wise to her students, she always managed to hold herself in check. But not this time. A student made her blush! Her! The most stoic professor of Hogwarts! HER!
She did not know why she licked his cock. It wasn't even a lick, at least not a proper lick. More like she touched the cock with her tongue. She did not think. She just did it. Like her body decided to investigate on its own, with the help of its tongue, what was touching its lips. But not, not WHAT it was. She knew what it was, and if she knew then her body did as well. Her brain was part of her body, was it not? Her body decided to find out how it tasted. How the cock of her student tasted! She shouldn't have found that out. But she had. And now she knew.
Lee, meanwhile, kept at it - tracing her lips with his cock again and again and again...
It was clear what he wanted. Of course it was! Why else would a man be rubbing his cock on a woman's mouth? Was there a reason not to actually go through with it? She already touched his cock with her tongue, so why not? She had not done it on her own volition! Her body had done it! Not her! But from the outside it wouldn't look like that... Mr. Jordan was bound to think that she had done it intentionally. So, didn't that smallest of things made it all the same in the end? She could just open her mouth and take this soft tip of his cock and thoroughly taste it. Mr. Jordan wants her too. Expects her too. Otherwise he wouldn't have dared to expose himself like that. Not just expose himself, but to touch her lips with his cock! Her LIPS!! With his COCK!!!
Lee made a step backwards and she felt as if the world crumbled. She hesitated too long! She should've just opened her mouth and taken that juicy cockhead in! She had even touched herself once, or twice, thinking about it since the match. Not that she would ever admit to it even under Cruciatus. And that look... The look that Lee Jordan was giving her now! The look of disappointment... What else could it be?? How could she disappoint her student!? A student from her own house! She was a shame to the house of Gryffindor! A disgrace!
Then she saw something new in his eyes. Was it resolve? ... Yes, it was! But what was... Her eyes widened as a fleeting thought went through her mind saying that his look conveyed that he would force, or at least try to force his cock into her mouth. An indignation began to bubble up within her, despite him still not doing anything. How could he even think about doing something like that?! But her anger quickly dissipated as he did not do what she guessed, but knelt, bringing himself to her eye-level.
"You were always my favorite teacher, despite... Ahm... Our differences. ... And you're so pretty."
She felt herself blushing yet again. Though this time she managed not to break the eye contact, which only made her cheeks burn even hotter. He called her pretty! Students had crushes on her over the years, with each year less and less often, as nature ran its course. Several times she even caught the most foolhardy students touching themselves in her classes! But this was different. Felt different. Why the hell was she melting from that?! Was it because he first touched her lips with his cock and then called her pretty? No, of course not! His cock had nothing to do with it! How could it?!
When he began to unbutton her blouse she once again did nothing. It was turning in a pattern... She thought that she HAD to do something. But WHAT? She could stop him. Of course she could! Just grab his hands, or slap them away, or merely say that he should stop. And he would obey. Wouldn't he? But he had already disobeyed her when she had asked him to put his dick away. Maybe she had not sounded convincing? But still, the words themselves was what carried the meaning! The intonation was important, sure, but one could not decouple the two to the point of reversing the meaning of said words! Wait! Didn't her words consist only out of his name? But it was clear what she meant by uttering them! Was it not? Of course it was! And this time? Would he disobey once more? No? Because she wouldn't sound convincing? Was she even convinced that he HAD to stop? Why should he? He wanted to see her breasts, so why not let him? What bad would come of it? He showed her his cock, so if she would show him her breasts it would be fair. No! Why would it be fair?! He forced her to see his cock! Exposed himself unprompted! And now he was...
It was too late... There was no point anymore in weighing whether she should let him see her breasts and what was fair, because her blouse was already wide open. Bras were never her thing because no matter how thin a fabric of a blouse was, a simple enchantment did not allow it to be see-through. And so, her breasts were already on display.
"Gonna touch it," said Lee after a long while of staring at her chest.
She was not sure whether it was a question or a statement. If the latter, then why say it? If the former, then why say it with such a deadpan tone? But given that without her saying anything he reached out and caressed her left breast with the back of his hand, she decided that it indeed was not a question. Of course it was not. Why would he ask for a permission to do that after not asking for one before getting his cock to her lips?
Then his second hand went to work. Kneading softly her tits. Then concentrating on the nipples. She was not protesting. Even internally. She just let him do it. And in no time he slumped forward and took a nipple in his mouth.
She sighed contently, feeling her right nipple getting stretched as it by gentle suction was pulled into Lee's mouth. She was about to wrap her arms around his head to press him to her chest, but stopped just in time. Doing that could be considered an encouragement and thus going too far. Right? RIGHT?! Yes, indeed! Now she still was not doing anything wrong. Even if merely on the account of her not doing anything at all. It was all him!
It was a while since she had any action. She always was a Hogwarts professor first and foremost. It left not much time for relationships. Even two summer months had her busy with work because she had more responsibilities than simple professors.
But, Merlin, how good it was to feel this needy mouth suckling on her nipples, changing back and forth. She was aware that she should not enjoy it, but Mr. Jordan was already sucking on her tits, so why not in the meantime? She could always reprimand herself later, afterwards...
She felt almost completely content and relaxed. Almost. If not for a constant voice at the back of her mind saying that she should put a stop to it. Not even a voice per se, more like a sound akin to as a high-pitched buzz of a mosquito. An annoying thing she wished to stop hearing.
She realized that she had forgotten herself and indeed had wrapped her arms around his head and held him pressed to her chest only when he tried to pull back. She relaxed her embrace and let him.
"I'd say that I'm going to fuck you, professor," he said with uncharacteristic for him seriousness and paused. The words felt hurtful - he seemed to like her breasts, but he did not want to have sex with her? Even if it was not a possibility. "But you'd say that I shouldn't say the F-word, so what I am actually saying is that I am going to do you. It's more appropriate like that, isn't it?"
He grinned widely.
"I..." she stopped as happiness from realization that his previous words meant the opposite. His cheekiness and stupid jokes be damned! But she knew that in this instance it did not matter what HE wanted. "You can't -"
"But, I can, professor," he said with such confidence, that would've made her spread her legs that instant if not for the magical oath she was under while within Hogwarts' wards that physically would prevent a teacher from having penetrative sex with a student.
"No, I meant that... I mean, I'm a professor so I can't." He looked like he was about to keep arguing, before she clarified, "It's Hogwarts wards. Because of them. They would not allow it. But you can do my mouth."
He stared at her with surprise. She was surprised as well, maybe more than him, though tried not to show it. Surprised that she said something like THAT. And using THOSE words! To a student! Was she rotten to the core or what?!
"DO your mouth? You mean like -"
"Yes!" she said with irritation. She was sure that he was about to bring how he had fucked Hope Potter's mouth on the Quidditch stands just a few days ago. Didn't he know not to bring up another witch in a situation like this?! Well, he hadn't, but she was sure that he was about to if she hadn't stopped him. Only after thinking that, she remembered that Lee did not merely fuck Hope's mouth, but her throat. Because he, in fact, had a massive cock! It somehow completely slipped her mind even if it was right in her face mere minutes prior. She would've been more than happy with taking something like that up her twat, but her throat?! That would be a mighty challenge. What Potter had managed to do during that match looked quite impressive. McGonagall did not know any charms that would help with it without affecting a dick in turn, making them void - a numbing charm applied to a throat would affect the dick entering it, a stretching charm would make a dick soft, and so on. So it had to be practice alone. Or will. Or both.
Over the years McGonagall heard rumors that some professors had sex with students in Hogsmeade. It was the easiest way to circumvent Hogwarts' wards. But what could she say to Lee? Let's wait until Saturday, then either rent a room in one of the two inns, which would be hell of a suspicious thing to do, or go in the surrounding Hogsmeade woods and do it there? But he was already here. His cock was already hard. And she already offered him to do her mouth. Maybe give him head and then ask if he wants to fuck her properly during the next weekend? Would he still be interested? Unlikely...
When Lee was once again up and with his cock pointing at her face, inches from her mouth, she once again thought that she could put a stop to it. She SHOULD put a stop to it. She was a professor. He was a student. She had power over him. Not that she exercised it in any nefarious way. But, still, it was not right. The rules were not made for nothing and she knew that better than most. She also was his head of house! It gave her even more...
It did not matter that she had more power over Lee Jordan than his other professors because her lips had already parted and the soft cockhead began weighing down her tongue. A pleasant shudder went over her body. A cock, a real flesh-and-blood cock was within her mouth! Not an imaginary one! She had not experienced it in a while...
She braced herself. She had offered him to do her mouth. Which meant that he was going to fuck her mouth. But a few seconds went by, during which Lee rocked his hips back and forth just a bit, not even enough for sliding his glistening glans through the soft embrace of her lips all the way out.
Should she start sucking? Maybe he expects to get merely sucked off? Or just like at the stadium - to get sucked off and then also fuck her mouth? No! She should stop thinking about what he had done with Miss Potter! Stop thinking at all!
And her body obeyed. Her tongue was the first to act. It seemed that her mind followed her tongue, as if catching up with what it was doing. Then her mind had to catch up with her lips, then her whole head as it began to bob back and forth, and then her right hand, which grasped the long shaft and began to stroke it gently, almost as if caressing it. Her mind felt fuzzy. It was easier just to give in and follow what her body did. Her conscious mind was a mere observer. It observed and did not even analyze. Which was unusual for her. Overanalyzing was her natural state. But Lee Jordan's cock within her mouth put a stop to it. Or maybe it was her constant effort to stop her free hand from sliding down and to her burning crotch. It did take a whole lot of her will-and-brainpower. She did not remember the last time she got so horny so fast. Usually it took a good while. Well, her being not one-on-one with herself sure had to help.
She stopped and her eyes went open when she felt Lee's fingers gently grab her chin. She hadn't even noticed that at some point she shut her eyes.
They stared at each other for a few long seconds.
"If I haven't come before coming here, I would've come already from just looking at you like that," he said smiling.
McGonagall's mind used much more time to catch up with what he said than it should've. She blushed. Again. Was it a compliment? It sounded like it was. But whether it was or not, why was she so flustered? ... Ah, yes, she had a student's cock in her mouth. A student who had yet to graduate! Way back she had turned down her former students merely because they were her former students. And this was one of her current ones! Not that she doubted her ability to remain completely objective towards his academic performance afterwards.
He pulled back a little, and his cock slipped out of her mouth.
Why did he do that? Did he want her to respond? But what could she even say to that? That she was flattered? She certainly was, but... What she wanted him to know the most was that he was her first student whose cock ended up in her mouth. But she knew that it would not sound appropriate. And not all that believable to boot - he had managed to make her suck him off without all that much effort, mainly with his boldness alone. He hadn't tried to cajole, or beg, or bargain. He barely even said anything, now that she thought about it. It was only his actions.
"You may DO my mouth if you want," the words came out of her mouth as if on their own. Why once again she spoke before thinking?! He clearly was already happy to get a blowjob! Why did she decide to stress out her initial offer to fuck her mouth?!
"You mean I may hold your head and like -"
"Yes!" she said with anger and frustration because he once again was about to bring up Potter, and without waiting put her mouth back on the cock.
Why, just why did she say yes?! She should've said no! She shouldn't have offered it at all! What the hell?? She knew that this wouldn't be easy for her, if she would be able to take this cock in her throat at all. So why? Was it her unconsciousness' way to punish herself? Or it was because -...
She stopped analyzing her behavior because when both hands of Lee pulled her to himself, softly, which made the tip of his cock touch her uvula, she had to employ all her willpower to prevent herself from gagging. But that was easy. Comparatively. Occlumency was useful in all kinds of ways. She was sure that it was nothing in comparison to actually having his cock getting into her throat.
But when Lee gently thrust his hips forward, pushing his cockhead with an additional inch of the shaft into her throat, it went in smoothly. Too smoothly. Way too smoothly! It shouldn't have been so easy for her! But it was. His slow back and forth thrusts propelled more and more of his cock past her lips. The part of the shaft that did not go through her lips gradually was becoming shorter and shorter as her throat was getting used to be used like that, and soon she had to stop holding the cock with her hand as it began to get pressed into her mouth on each of Lee's thrusts.
How come she could do it?! She felt the throbbing mass stretching her throat to seemingly its limits on each intake. And it was only slightly uncomfortable. But why slightly? It should've felt ten times worse! More than that! And yet it wasn't. And it was getting easier with each thrust. Even when she managed to... Or more like Lee managed to make her swallow his whole cock. To the root. There was not a fraction of an inch of the shaft that did not go past her lips when Lee bottomed out within her mouth and throat. She began to appreciate that he was smoothly groomed. Before that it did not matter much. But shaved or not, why was she capable of swallowing his cock like that? Was it because of its shape? It was a little curved downwards, but that shouldn't have sufficed. Not even a little bit, given its girth and length. And there was no magic involved. She would've felt something. There was no numbness in her throat. She felt everything. She felt that this cock went deeper than any other she had swallowed or had tried to. And, Merlin, how difficult it was not to start fingering herself! She wanted to do it so badly... But could not - it would be improper. She only hoped that he would not ask her to touch herself. Because how a woman who was getting her face fucked, and getting hornier from it by the second, would be able to refuse? But, at the same time, deep down she craved that. And not for him to merely ask her, but to command!
When Lee once again pulled his cock out of her mouth completely, she thought that he was giving her a short breather, which her deep breaths proved she needed as she gulped for air. But instead of putting himself back in her mouth he knelt down.
His face was mere inches from hers. Was he going to kiss her? No, he wouldn't! It would be going too far! Fucking her mouth was one thing, but kissing? No-no-no! It would be way too intimate. A student and his teacher should not... Despite all that, she knew that if he would actually try to kiss her, she would not even think of not returning it. Why was she like that right now? WHY??? If not for the ancient amulet that Dumbledore had gifted her two decades ago, which she currently had on, that nullified any mind-affecting charms and potions bar for the most vile such as Imperius, she could've blamed it on something. But she couldn't. It was all her.
She felt his fingers finding her right nipple and then pulling on it quite forcefully. Not enough to cause pain, maybe like a small prickle. But still. A weird thing to do. Maybe he had already said something and she had missed it, and it was his way of getting her attention?
"Do you think I should finish in your mouth?" he asked in a hushed voice, he was so close that she felt the warm air coming out of his mouth as he spoke.
McGonagall did not immediately answer. She did not even know how to answer. Because what kind of a question was that? He hadn't asked her for a permission to cum in her mouth, which she would've granted without hesitation, even though by his slightly tingy precum she could extrapolate as to how his cum would taste. But the taste was the last on her list. It was an act what mattered. And part of it for Mr. Jordan seemed to be to have her not merely acquiesce, but to want to have him finish in her mouth. Fiend! Could she say that he may finish however he wanted? But that clearly was not what he expected to hear. He wanted her to practically beg for his cum. Or was she just overthinking? She knew she was prone to that - Albus had often reminded her of that. But even if she was completely right, maybe she should just go with it? What did it matter in the end? She already let him fuck her mouth. Why not humor him in this one insignificant thing? But how should she say it for it not to sound laughable? She could just say 'Yes', but that would be a cowardly response. She HAD to say the actual words!
Finally she pushed aside her last apprehensions that her words might come out as corny or sound disingenuous, and, while staring him straight into the eyes, her cheeks blazing, said, "I would love that."
And that was absolute truth. She could feel it in her bones. As to why she felt like that she could not tell. One thing was to want for a man who she was in love with to finish in her mouth, the other was this current situation. Lee was a student. Just a student. One among hundreds. Over her employment in Hogwarts she had not even once in her wildest fantasies allowed herself to imagine doing anything with a student. And now a student would finish in her mouth.
Lee seemed to have liked what she said and her choice of words, as he jumped up to his feet so fast that his heels left the floor for a moment. Not wasting a second he guided his cock back into her mouth and went back straight to the face-fucking with renewed vigor, not that he lacked energy before. Most likely because this was the first time she expressed verbally her desire.
Lee managed to go through only about two dozens of rapid-paced thrusts, huffing and puffing throughout, before pulling back up, but not leaving her mouth, and started cumming.
The moment the first spurt of cum hit the roof of her mouth and splashed over her tongue McGonagall felt disgusted. Disgusted with herself at how much she liked having a student cumming into her mouth despite the unpalatable taste. She was rotten. Rotten-rotten-rotten! She made a small gulp, letting some of the cum slide down her throat even before Lee stopped cumming - there was just so much of it!
After the fifth spurt of cum, which was still quite ample, a worry rose within her. Her mind immediately jumped many-many years back, to her last year of Hogwarts as a student, to an alcohol-driven truth-or-dare game, during her dare, which hadn't been all that out of the ordinary, had her swallow a load from one of the male participants, she did not even remember anymore who it was. But what was notable, was that that git had taken a fertility potion beforehand. More than one dose. She did not know the exact amount of cum she had consumed that day, but it had to be no less than a pint. But that worry abated because Lee's sixth, seventh, and the last - eighth spurts were each smaller than the previous one.
McGonagall remembered how Potter had showed her mouth filled with cum, and to the camera no less! But she just couldn't do it, even one on one. So the moment Lee's cock left her mouth she simply swallowed. Relishing in the bitter, cummy taste still strong on her tongue. She hated and loved it at the same time. Or more exactly - she hated herself for loving it.
"Thanks," he said, smiling with the brightest, happiest grin she had seen on him.
"You're welcome," she automatically replied and glanced at the cloak on the wall. "I'll count it as a break, so now you may go back to finishing the second chapter."
"What?! I still have to do the actual work?!"
She was surprised how indignant he sounded. If it was genuine that is. What did he expect? He should be glad that after she let him fuck her mouth she did not make him do a few additional chapters to boot!
"If you're not going to start it this very moment, you're going to get another detention," she said in her usual professor's demeanor, somehow missing a not so hidden implication that was clearly there, and catching up with her words only after they had left her mouth.
"But I... Wait, the exact same detention?" he said with a suggestive smile.
She decided not to answer that question and gestured to his desk. Let him think that, maybe he would work more diligently. Even if the blowjob was for certain a one-time thing. Never again. Never!
With Lee back at his table she tried to return to grading, but her body almost vibrated from frustration. A still quite strong lingering taste of cum in her mouth did not help as well. After a momentary glance at Mr. Jordan, which told her that he indeed was busy with his work, she let her eyes wander around, as she tried to find a way to quench her thirst without doing it a normal way. Did she have anything useful in that first-aid kit? It should contain calming draught, but it wasn't exactly what she needed.
Her roaming eyes once again went over the door - she felt like she forgot something. Did she have a meeting or something? No, did not seem like it... And THEN she with horror realized that the door to her office had been unlocked the whole time! Not many would enter without knocking first, but some would, and some yet had an unforgivable habit of knocking and entering without waiting. Especially professors. This could've been a disaster! Anybody could have walked in and seen her while... This should never happen again! And her idea about having sex with a student in the woods?! What had she been thinking?? No-no-no! This blowjob was a one-time thing. She was glad that she had not mentioned to Lee how easy it would be to have sex by merely going beyond Hogwarts wards. He had gotten what he wanted, now he would leave her alone.
She realized that she had been staring at him for a while only when he seemed to notice her gaze and looked back at her with a smile. She blushed! Again!
"You're such a tease..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows, and then turned his attention back to his work.
Her eyes drifted to the side as her mind tried to understand why would he say something like that. She gasped inaudibly realizing that her blouse was still wide open. How could she have forgotten?! Her first instinct was to pull out her wand and cast a locking charm on the door, but that would alert Mr. Jordan of her lapse of judgment. It was unlikely that anybody would try to enter in the next few seconds. So instead she hastily, but still with some dignity, began to button her shirt back up.
She wanted to give herself a good slap. She just had given head to a student in an unlocked room. Had she gone completely mental?! She had to pull herself together!
And why did she say that he had to finish rewriting that damn chapter?? She should've let him go, locked the door, and touched herself in peace! But now she would have to wait Merlin knows how long until he finishes. She had needs! She had to cum too! And he had not even offered to help her out and finish her off. Not that she would agree even if he did, but he did not know that. Selfish bastard! With such a nice cock though... And she had it all in her throat! Just like Miss Potter. But Miss Potter had it so much better - she did it where others could see it.
If only Mr. Jordan would do the same thing on the next match but with her. Say that he was tired of her keeping him in check, just like he had said on the last match, and force her to blow him with all present watching. Though afterwards she would have to blow anybody who would ask, so nobody would accuse her of being partial. Because no matter what she would always remain impartial! The only thing she was partial about were nice big cocks. She could make it into a competition - you finish a new transfiguration first, or get best marks on an essay - and get to fuck your professor's mouth after a class. Or during a class in front of everybody. That surely would be a good incentive and might raise grades! No, no it would not. Best students would remain best and the others, especially the ones who struggle the most, would only get discouraged, knowing that they would have no chance. Ah, yes! Two blowjobs would solve it - one to the best student and one to a student who showed the most progress from his average. But wouldn't two blowjobs take up way too much of her time? Even if limiting a blowjob to five minutes... Oh, yes, she could just do both at the same time! She had hands, right? So switch between the two. Oh, not just two! She had two hands and one mouth, so she could increase the number of students by one more! And make them cum three at a time! But half of her students were witches! Surely it wouldn't be fair to give oral to only...
"Professor?" said Lee.
She was brought back from her depraved fantasies, feeling heat on her cheeks and hoping that he did not notice that she had been playing herself. A fresh image of Hope Potter and Hermione Granger both having one of their legs up on her desk, holding fronts of their skirts up, their well-groomed, delicious-looking twats exposed, and arguing as to who finished a new transfiguration first and thus was entitled to get eaten out by their professor, was still vivid as if she was seeing it in reality.
Shame filled McGonagall and she couldn't bring herself to look at Lee as she tried to collect herself, though her finger, as if having a mind of its own, slowly continued playing with her clit. She shouldn't think about her students like that! Especially witches! She just shouldn't! Although... Was it really THAT bad? Surely merely fantasying about her female students was not worse than actually sucking off a male one? And because she already had done the latter, doing the former was a much lesser... Offense? Was it an offense at all? It happened only in her head. It was not like she actually would ever end up munching on some student's twat! And why her mind jumped specifically to Potter and Granger? She had plenty of other female students... Well, it was obvious about Potter - with her so brazenly giving blowjobs to her boyfriend in public and all. But Granger? Well, Granger was friends with Potter, so her mind simply must have... Ah, no-no-no! Granger was the very best student she had out of the whole Hogwarts! Of course that was it! Plus Granger had such beatiful hair. So bushy, so unrully... How nice would've it been to sieve her fingers through Granger's hair and guide her down, because surely somebody like Granger would not hesitate to stay behind after a class and repay her professor in kind, right? And Potter - Granger's friend - surely also might want to stay behind and participate in some way...
If only she would've given a detention not only to Mr. Jordan, but to Ms. Potter as well what they had done on that match, so that both of them could've served it together... Naturally Potter would've demanded equal treatment after witnessing Lee fucking their professor's face and asked to be eaten out. Merlin, how munching on a hot, wet twat right now would've been...
"Professor?" once again asked Lee.
Merlin! What was it with her?! How could she manage to lose herself once again, practically in the middle of talking?! Shame on her! She should not think about Potter's twat at all! What speculation as to whether it was shaven or not would bring?! Nothing!
"What is it?" she said evenly, hoping that he was going to tell her that he finished with his task, and if not trying to come up with a suitable pretense with which she could dismiss him.
"I'm hard again," he stated simply. She did not expect to hear that. Lee even had said that he had wanked before coming to the detention. And he was hard once again? Or did he notice that she was playing with herself and that made him hard? No, how could've he? "I don't expect another blowjob or anything. I can..." He paused and McGonagall wondered why was he talking like that. Where all his bravado had gone all of a sudden? Since when he knew what hesitancy even was? "Maybe I'll wank and suck on your tits as you touch yourself? You seemed to like it last time."
She did not know how he knew that she had lost control and had been playing with herself for the past ten minutes, because she produced no sounds and it should've been impossible to see from where he was sitting. But she did not care how. What mattered was that he had noticed it. And she just did not care anymore...
A moment later McGonagall's right hand was tracing a complex motion for a locking charm for the door while her left hand began to unbutton her shirt as an unambiguous invitation to approach her.
She couldn't help but to chock up a chortle at how urgently Lee jumped up and almost knocked over his desk in the process. Then sprinted the few meters that separated them, his cock already out and hard. Naughty boy! He must have been jerking off under his desk! Lee's face ended up in her tits before she was done undoing the last button of her shirt.
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Professor, it's going to be a real detention?!