(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.
I think the private lesson stuff is pretty hot, so I milked it again for this chapter. The next chapter will be different.)
Hermione walked into the Gryffindor common room and looked around. She spotted Harry, Ron, Lavender, and Parvati sitting by the fire. She and Ron hadn’t been on good terms for a while. She hated that he was dating Lavender, and was annoyed that he couldn’t figure out why she didn’t like that.
Scanning the room further she spotted Ginny sitting alone in the corner reading. There was an empty chair beside her so she took it.
“Hey Ginny, mind if I sit?” She asked.
“Yeah, go ahead, I need a distraction anyways.” Said Ginny.
Hermione sat down and they began talking. They talked for ten minutes before Hermione couldn’t help but remember Ginny and Michael and everything she heard about them. She was burning to ask about it, and now she had her chance. Everyone except for the two of them had left the common room.
“Ginny?” She said tentatively.
“Yes?”
“Why do you keep sleeping with Michael? He’s a jerk and you can do better.”
Ginny smiled at her innocent friend.
“For a boyfriend: hell yes! I could do MUCH better. Just for sex? No, I couldn’t.”
“So you’re not dating him? You’re just having sex?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Yeah, why? Do you like him?” Asked Ginny, teasing her friend.
“Oh, God no. He’s a pig, who only views women as trophy’s an-”
“And sperm dumpsters, I know.” Said Ginny, finishing Hermione’s sentence for her, but in a more crude manner.
“Then why do you keep doing it?” Asked Hermione incredulously. “Is he really that good?”
“He’s fucking amazing. Or should I say, amazing at fucking!” Said Ginny enthusiastically.
“Really?”
“You have no idea! The sex is honestly amazing.”
“Is it just really large, or-”
“It?!” Laughed Ginny. “Hermione, we’re alone. Just say cock.”
Hermione laughed and blushed all at once.
“Ok, ok! Does he have a big cock?”
“Yes. Yes he does. And he knows how to use it. And his hands. And his tongue. Anyways, why so curious?”
“No reason, just thought I’d ask.”
“You can borrow him if you’d like.”
Hermione snorted.
“I’m serious. His cock would take all your stress away, you’d love it. You’d hate it, but you’d love it.”
“Very funny.”
“Do you hear me laughing? I mean why not? He’s not that bad. He thinks the exact same way every other guy thinks, he’s just more open about it.”
“All guys are not like that.”
“Yes, they are! Do you think McLaggen hasn’t fantasized about fucking you? Or stared at your ass as you walked by? He does Hermione, they all do; and I don’t blame them, you’ve got an amazing ass.”
“Harry doesn’t.”
“Oh yes he does. I guarantee he’s checked you out before.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Hermione, the only person in this school who’s not in tune with their sexuality is you.”
“Thats ridiculous, I can’t be the only one. And again, not all boys are like that.”
“Hermione, earlier today a couple of third graders asked me if I wanted more butter for my muffin… and no, we weren’t in the great hall. Face it, boys are disgusting. Wonderfully disgusting.”
–
Michael tried with all his might to keep the image of Professor Davies incredible tits fresh in his mind.
He failed. However this wasn’t a bad thing, it just increased his drive to get a better view.
He entered their next lesson feeling more excited than he had in his entire life. So far each lesson had taken their relationship further and he was hoping today he’d get either a view of her pussy, or feel her tits. Hell, just getting to see them again would blow his mind.
He walked in and saw her standing there wearing a dark blue blouse with a matching skirt and a scarf draped around her neck. She smiled as he walked in.
“Only five minutes early today. Have you already seen all that you wanted to?” She joked.
“Definitely not.” He said. “And even if I never got to see more, it’d still be the best experience of my life.”
Before she came here tonight she made an important decision. She thought about their situation. She weighed the pros and cons of what she and Michael were doing and decided that she was ok with it. Or was going to be. This was the best way for him to learn, and she decided it was her duty as his teacher to ensure he gets his education.
This was all bullshit, but she didn’t care. All she knew was that she was enjoying their lessons almost as much as him and she was excited to see where they’d go tonight.
Her enjoyment aside, she never intended to take their lessons any further than his education. If he desired to learn about the female anatomy she’ll gleefully oblige him. But she knew that thats where the line had to be drawn. She knew she shouldn’t fuck him.
“Well then, lets see if we can give you another.” She said, still smiling. “So lets make this lesson simpler. For each properly performed spell, I’ll remove one article of clothing. Just to be clear, that includes my shoes and scarf… I wouldn’t want to make it too easy on you.”
Michael smiled.
“Of course not, Professor.” Said Michael. “But what about if you run out of clothing?”
“You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” She said, teasingly. “So, lets get started. We’ll begin with an easy one. A disarming spell.”
“Ok.” Said Michael as he drew out his wand and took aim.
He performed the spell on his second attempt.
“Well done!” Beamed Ms. Davies. “You’ve definitely improved.”
She removed her scarf from her neck, and Michael was delighted and surprised that the blouse she wore showed a fair bit of cleavage.
She seemed to read his thoughts.
“I figured you’ve already seen my breasts, so a bit of cleavage wouldn’t be considered inappropriate.” She said.
“I consider it a treat.” Said Michael, not bothering to look away.
Ms. Davies laughed.
“Well, if you continue to perform like this then there’ll be plenty more treats to come.”
“Then lets continue.” Smiled Michael.
“Lets see if you can replicate the spell.” Said Ms. Davies.
Michael performed the spell a second time.
“Very good.” Said Ms. Davies as she retrieved her wand.
She kicked off one of her shoes to the side near her scarf.
“How about once more?” She asked. “It’s dreadfully uncomfortable standing on one shoe.”
Smiling, Michael performed the spell for a third time.
“There.” Said Ms. Davies, as she kicked off her other shoe. “The sets complete.”
“What now?” Asked Michael.
“I think a shield charm would be a good idea.” Said Ms. Davies as she demonstrated how. “Now you.”
Michael tried and deliberately failed. As badly as he wanted to see her naked, he knew he had to keep up appearances. He tried no less than thirty times, but he was still determined to draw out this performance. He was a thespian and this was his stage.
Ms. Davies felt it was a good time to play up on his motivation. She began slowly walking towards him in a sultry, sexual manner.
“Michael.” She said, fifteen feet away. “I want you to keep in mind what you’re missing out on and what you’ll get if you perform it properly.”
Ten feet away.
“Think about my large breasts hidden beneath my blouse, begging to be released. You only saw them for a minute last session. You could see them for a hell of a lot longer tonight.”
Five feet away.
“Think of my big, stiff nipples and my bouncing breasts. Can you see them Michael?”
She was a foot in front of him. Far closer than she’s ever been to him. Michael swallowed.
“No, I’m afraid I can’t.” He said, honestly. He was furious at his memory for failing him.
She stared into his eyes for a minute before saying: “Then perform the spell.”
She stared up at him for a few seconds longer before turning around and walking back into position.
He drew a deep breath, and then he performed the shield charm perfectly. This triggered a smile from both of them.
“See?” She said. “That wasn’t so hard.”
Ms. Davies removed her blouse and tossed it on the floor.
She was wearing a very sexy black bra. He stared at her wonderful bra covered breasts. He was so fucking horny.
“Do it again.” She instructed.
He performed the spell a second time.
She turned around, facing away from Michael, taking away his view of her breasts. Then she grabbed hold of her skirt and started to slowly pull it down her legs, bending with it as she did. She stayed there for a few seconds, her beautiful ass sticking in the air. She was wearing a pair of black panties to compliment her bra. She slowly stood back up and turned around to face him.
She was thoroughly enjoying this. Even the time spent in limbo, waiting for him to perform the spells correctly, was exciting to her. She was imagining what to reward him with once she was naked, and one idea after the other caused her vagina to become wet. She had been soaked for a while now, but this time the smell of her vagina didn’t bother her. It excited her and she hoped Michael could smell it too. She hoped it made his big cock rock hard and ready to fuck, even though she had no intentions of doing that. But a girl can fantasize.
“Ok, Michael. Next we’ll do a stunning spell.”
“Was it named after you?” He asked, causing her to giggle.
“Wow, that was terrible.” She smiled. “For this one, lets practice on a dummy.”
She whipped out her wand and made a dummy appear out of nowhere. She then went and stood right beside Michael. She glanced down at his cock.
“Someone’s excited.” She teased.
“So is someone else.” Said Michael, as he audibly sniffed the air.
She couldn’t help but blush at this, even though she was happy he could smell her. She still couldn’t help but laugh.
“Touché. Now watch closely.” She said as she demonstrated the stunning spell.
“I will.” He said, taking a step back and getting a great view of her panty clad ass.
She smiled as she performed it again, enjoying the attention.
“You’re turn.” She said, stepping back.
He stepped forward, and once again deliberately performed the spell wrong. He did this a little more than ten times before deciding it was ok to do it properly.
“Terrifically done, Michael.” She praised him. Then she reached around and undid her bra. She slid it off and gave him his second view of her perfect breasts.
They were better than he remembered. He stared at them, mesmerized, trying to carve the image into his brain. The size, the shape, the light pink colour of her nipples.
“Wow.” He said.
“I’m glad you like them.” Said Ms. Davies, giggling.
“They’re perfect.” He said, meaning every word.
He stared at them for a minute longer before Ms. Davies broke the silence.
“I think I have one or two more things to show you. If you’re good to continue.”
“Yes.” He said, excited. “I am.
“Ok, then. Perform it again.”
He took aim, thought about her wet pussy and performed the spell.
“Heres to you, Michael.” She said as she pulled down her panties and stood back up.
He couldn’t see much of her pussy because her legs were closed, but his mouth still watered at the sight of it. It was pink and glistening, with her pubes shaved into a triangle, guiding him to the most intimate part on her body.
“As you can see, and smell, it’s as excited to see you as you are to see it.” She said, staring down at his bulge.
She turned around, giving him a full view of her ass. It was big, creamy, and very round. He just wanted to squeeze it so badly.
She turned back around.
“Now, I have one more spell.” She said, pausing to let him soak in the view of her naked body, as well as realize what that meant. “Now, I can’t let you touch my body, but that doesn’t mean I cant touch it, or give you a better view. So… If you perform the full body bind, I’ll sit on that chair and spread my legs for you. Would you like to see that?”
“I’d love to see that.” Said Michael, a bit disappointed he didn’t get to touch her.
He performed the spell in only 6 tries. He desperately wanted a good look at her pussy.
“Great work today, Michael.” She said as she sat down. “Now you can’t touch me, but you can get as close as you’d like.”
“Ok.” Said Michael, swallowing.
She stared into his eyes as she slowly parted her legs, giving him a great view of her wet pussy.
“You can get closer, don’t be shy.” She said, loving the look on his face.
He did just that. He got on his knees and kneeled between her open legs. He could heavily smell her pussy and it made him want to bury his face in her hot pink twat and lick away. She was so fucking beautiful. He couldn’t believe his luck, as he was just a foot away from her pussy. He sat there for a little while before she figured she should end their session.
“You should get to bed, Michael.”
“Ok, thank you so much for this Professor.” He said, earnestly.
“Anything for my favourite student.” She said, winking.
He got up and walked towards the door, as he opened it he looked back at her. She had her hand between her legs and was rubbing her pussy. He watched for a couple seconds before she called to him.
“Goodnight, Michael.” She said, slightly breathless and inserting a finger in her twat.
“Goodnight, and have fun.” Said Michael, and then he left the room taking one last look as he did.
–
Harry got up early one morning and went for a walk. Not for any particular reason, just to clear his head, and start the day right. After 20 minutes of aimlessly walking around, he decided he’d go see Hedwig.
A few minutes later Harry opened the door to the owlery and saw that Hedwig already had some company.
“Hello Harry.” Said Ms. Davies, warmly.
“Hello, Professor.” Harry greeted back. “How are you?”
“I’m good, thanks for asking.” She said. “Is this your owl?”
“Yeah, her names Hedwig.”
“Shes a beautiful bird.”
Said Ms. Davies, gently stroking Hedwigs feathers. “Oh, I’m so sorry, do you need to send a letter?”
“Yeah, kinda.” Said Harry, feeling a little bashful around his beautiful Professor. He had never been alone with her before. “But thats fine. She seems to like you.”
Hedwig cooed in acknowledgment, and rubbed her head against Ms. Davies hand.
“Well, since I’m keeping you from your owl, you’re welcome to use mine, but he’s not as friendly I’m afraid.”
Harry spotted a large, black owl staring at him, its large eyes piercing Harry’s soul.
“I’ll give it a go. I’m pretty good with animals.” Harry cautiously approached the haughty looking owl.
“Yes, Hagrid’s told me all about it. Never misses a chance to praise you, that man.”
“He’s just a very kind Professor.” Harry said, nearing the owl with his hand outstretched. “Whats your owls name?”
“Aegis.” Replied Ms. Davies.
“Well, Aegis. Would you be willing to deliver a letter for me?”
The dark owl leaned forward towards Harrys hand, inspecting it. After a few moments, Aegis cooed and rubbed the side of his head against Harrys fingers.
“Wow.” Said Ms. Davies. “He doesn’t like many people.”
“Well, like I said. I’m just good with animals I guess.”
“Harry, the last person who tried to touch him nearly lost an eye.”
“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” Asked Harry, genuinely concerned, his eyes darting from Aegis to Ms. Davies. To his surprise, she was smiling.
“I’m joking. He wouldn’t hurt you. Not too bad.”
They both laughed as Harry scratched under Aegis’ chin.
“Besides,” Continued Ms. Davies. “I’m certain that if I had told you that, you’d want to do it more.”
“Fair enough.” Chuckled Harry, and he began to attach his letter.
Harry really liked her as a teacher and wasn’t surprised by how easy and enjoyable it was to talk with her. She was always really warm towards her students. He laughed as he imagined attempting to do the same with Snape.
“Whats funny?” She asked, smiling.
“Nothing. I was just imagining trying to start a friendly chat with Professor Snape.”
She let out a burst of laughter. “That would be a sight.”
They both sat in silence for a minute, each gently stroking the others owl.
“So, Potter.” She said, using a jokingly stern tone. “What are your plans after Hogwarts?”
“I’d like to become an auror.” He said.
“Really?” She asked, intrigued. “I guess with your history that would make a good fit.”
“Yeah, I’m sort of an unofficial intern.”
“Would you like a little extra help?” She laughed, causing his spirits to soar.
“Yeah, that would be great!” He said, ecstatic. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“None at all.” She said, happily.
They continued to talk for a while longer, enjoying each others company. Once they parted ways Harry couldn’t help but feel elated at the thought of having private lessons with the most beautiful woman in Hogwarts.
–
Michael postponed their next lesson a few days. Partly because he wanted to make her wait and build up her libido. The other was so that he could surprise her on her birthday. He got her a gift for being such a great teacher. As sweet as that sounds, the real gift was for himself.
He knocked on her door mid-morning on Wednesday. She didn’t have a class at the moment.
“Come in.” She called.
He entered and she smiled, though she looked puzzled.
“Michael?” She said. “Why aren’t you in class?”
“I have a free period.” He said. “And I wanted wish you a happy birthday.”
He pulled out his gift and handed it to her.
“Michael!” She exclaimed. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to. You’re the best teacher I’ve ever had and, I hope you don’t mind me saying, I’ve come to think of you as a friend. You deserve it.”
“What is it?” She asked and shook the box.
“It’s… Not something you’ll want to open in front of anyone. I hope you don’t mind, but you said last week you were a bit stressed, so I thought this could help.”
She looked at him curiously and opened her gift. It was a box of sex toys.
She knew the gift was terribly inappropriate for a student to give their teacher, but because of their relationship she wasn’t upset. She was delighted.
“Wow!” She said, grinning slyly at Michael. “How did you know?” She joked.
She began rifling through the box, examining each item.
Inside was a purple vibrator (7 inches long), a buttplug, a small vibrator for the clitoris, and vibrating underwear.
“Wow, I’ll be busy tonight.” She said, holding up the vibrator. “Is that all?”
He smiled at her.
“No, actually it’s not.”
“I was joking, Michael.”
“I’m not.”
She smiled and looked around the room uncertainly.
“Where is it? I don’t see another box.”
“Well see, the fun in this gift isn’t about taking it out of a box. It’s about putting it in one.” He winked and stuck out his huge tongue.
She grinned at him devilishly. Her panties were already wet, and despite her promise to herself, she was struggling to justify not doing it.
“They didn’t have a sex toy for breasts, so I figured my tongue would have to do.”
“How unfortunate.”
“Not really.” He said and he walked over and kissed her.
He slipped his large tongue into her mouth and swirled it around, mixing his with hers. She tasted like mint.
She was caught off guard and knew she shouldn’t allow it. Knew that she should break away from his lips, tell him off, and cancel all their future lessons, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. This, whatever it was, was the one exciting thing in her life. And damn if she wasn’t one of the best teachers to walk through the Hogwarts front entrance. She deserved this.
He pulled his tongue out of hers and looked into her eyes. She had an animal look in her eyes as she looked into his.
“Take my clothes off.” She said.
She deserved all of it.
He kissed her again as his fingers undid her blouse. She pulled it off as he kissed her neck, smelling her wonderful perfume. He then stuck his tongue back in her mouth and reached back and undid her bra. Kissing down her neck, she slid her bra off her shoulders. Her bra dropped just below her magnificent breasts. He pulled his head away and stared at them hungrily.
“You have the best tits.” He said, earnestly.
She smiled at him before he suckled her right nipple into his mouth, causing her to let out a soft moan. He grabbed her other breast in his hand and, looking into her eyes, he ran his tongue all over and around her nipple, sloppily. He lightly bit her erect nipple making her jump, and revelling in her squeal.
“Fuck!” She moaned, pushing her breasts into his face.
As he suckled and squeezed on her breasts, he ran one of his hands down her side onto her leg. He slipped his hand beneath her skirt and panties and rubbed her wet pussy. His fingers rubbed over her slick folds, back and forth, over and over. He spread her warm lips and slipped part of his middle finger inside, feeling her constrict around his digit.
“Oh, fuck.” She groaned as his thumb rubbed against her engorged clit.
“Michael, that feels sooo good!” She said as she looked into his big brown eyes. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time.”
Michael unwrapped his mouth from her breasts.
“So have I.” He said as he stared at her big, wet, pink nipples. He really wanted to fuck them, but today was about her. “I’ve been dreaming about eating your pussy out since our first lesson.”
He began kissing down her stomach to her belly button. He grabbed her skirt and panties and pulled them down together, exposing her wet pussy. He soaked in his view as he dropped to his knees between her outstretched legs. This was a gift to him as much as it was to her.
He kissed up her leg starting from her knee. He made his way up at a painfully slow pace. He got to her crotch and kissed all around her vagina, catching it with the corner of his mouth, the edge of his lips. Professor Davies was breathing heavily, awaiting the moment he buried his tongue inside her.
“Just do it.” She pleaded, driven wild by his teasing.
“Just do what?” He asked, kissing the inside of her warm thighs.
“Eat my pussy, Michael!” She said huskily.
Michael grinned upon hearing the respectable proper Professor make such a dirty request. One that he was happy to oblige. He ran his hands under her and grabbed a chunk of her ass in each.
“As you wish, birthday girl.” He said as he licked her pussy from her vagina up to her clit. He slowly licked, his big tongue covering every centimeter of her pussy. He savored her musky taste as he lapped at her amazing folds.
“Oh Michael.” She said, her eyes closed in pleasure. “That feels incredible. Unnhhhh!”
Michael had slid half his tongue into her pussy and wiggled it around. He licked her vaginal walls as his nose rubbed against her clit. His face was coated in her juices, while he tongue fucked her, hearing her moan his name. She was building up to an orgasm when she heard the classroom door close. She looked at Michael, horrified. She grabbed her clothes and threw them under her desk. She then put on a teachers robe that covered her entire body, relieving her of the need to put on anything else.
“Under the desk.” She said to Michael as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.” She said, red faced.
Harry entered the room.
“Hello Professor.” He said cheerfully.
“Hello Harry.” She replied, hoping he didn’t think too much of the smell of the room.
Potter, thought Michael. He noticed the bastard getting close with the Professor and it deeply annoyed him. He would’ve loved for Harry to walk in on him tongue fucking Ms. Davies. He suddenly got an idea. He knew he shouldn’t, but he didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. He lifted Ms. Davies robes, giving him a tunnel view to her pussy. Then he rubbed his hands all over her thighs.
Professor Davies jumped a bit.
“Am I interrupting anything?” Harry asked.
“No, nothing.” She said, rather quickly. Michael’s tongue was licking the inside of her thigh, working its way towards her delicious twat.
“I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, and give you this.” He said as he presented her with a gift.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to.” She replied, trying to remain calm.
“I wanted to.” Said Harry, smiling at her. “As a thank you.”
She opened her gift and Michael licked her vagina.
“Unnh wow!” She said, trying to pull off excitement rather than her arousal.
Harry looked at her strangely. The gift wasn’t THAT great.
“I love it, thank you.” She said as Michael continued to lick her pussy, causing her to breath a little heavily.
She was squirming around in her chair, trying to manage her arousal. Her face was really red and she was perspiring lightly. Harry thought she looked incredibly sexy.
“Anyways.” Harry said. “I think I just heard your next class come in. I’ll leave you to it. Bye.”
“Bye Harry, and thank you.” She smiled at him, as Michael sucked on her lips.
As soon as he left she lifted her wand and performed a silencing spell on the door and walls. It was good that she did, because Michael began licking her clit and she couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
His warm tongue continuously flicked against her love button, sending a jolt of pleasure each time. Wanting to give her a great orgasm, Michael slipped two fingers inside her hungry pussy, and began to finger her. He fingered her shallowly, only going in an inch or so, when he suddenly slipped them in as far as he could, rubbing against her g-spot. Michaels tongue on her clit, and his fingers pumping in and out against her g-spot, sent Ms. Davies over the edge.
She let out her breath and began moaning rapidly.
“Ooohhhh fuck!” She screamed as she came all over Michaels face, coating him in her juices. She continued to breath heavily as Michael removed his head from between her legs, and his fingers out of her tight hole. She smiled down at him and he smiled back at her sweaty red face. She looked so fucking sexy.
“That was unexpected.” She said. “Thankfully Harry didn’t stay long.”
“Yeah, definitely.” Said Michael. “Are you two close?”
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy?” She asked, grinning.
“He should be jealous of me.” He said as he leaned up and kissed her. His tongue coated in her tangy juices slipped past her lips, leaving her taste in her own mouth.
“Wow.” She said, as they broke up the kiss.
“Yeah, you taste really good.” He said. He chuckled as she playfully slapped his arm.
“You’re filthy.” She said, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like the taste.
“You have no idea.” He said. She took this as a joke, but it was anything but.
“Well, thank you for the gifts Michael. I finally got one that I can use. Now, I have a class to teach, so you better go.”
“Bye professor.” And Michael left, closing the door behind him, not caring that Ms. Davies class could see her pussy juice on his chin.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9tkn1r/harry_potter_and_the_hogwarts_pervert_part_4