Private Tuitoring 2

After Class

"… And don't forget to read pages 14 through 18 before next week." Professor Babbling says to the class.

Putting away his quill Harry awaits the inevitable.

"Mr Potter, could you remain behind please." He hears her call.

Hearing Hermione's soft giggle he watches as his friend makes her way from the room, giving him a grin as she leaves.

Walking over to his professor Harry looks over at the relatively young member of staff. Only in her mid 20s Bathsheda has a much more useful appearance than her colleagues. Standing at only 5'2" she's also the shortest member of staff. Her deep red hair pulled up into a bun on her head, her rounded face smiling at him brightly. Her large D cup chest stands out against her shorter stature, with a deep line of cleavage visible over the top of her low cut robes. The rest of her deep blue robes falling across the gentle curves of her body.

"I hope my colleague wasn't making an empty promise with that note?" She asks Harry with a smile.

"No Professor," Harry replies. "I would be happy to… assist you any way you'd like." Harry finishes with a blush.

Remembering the note she had read Bathsheda smiles at the young wizard.

"Very well Mr Potter," She begins. "We don't want to waste too much of your lunch hour so let's make this quick."

Watching as the young professor begins to loosen her robes he meets her eyes as she walks closer.

"Would you prefer me to take a seat…" She asks, before leaning closer to whisper against his ear. "Or would you just like to fall to your knees and let me fuck that pretty face?" She finishes, moving back to watch the red tint light up his face once more.

Wordlessly she receive her answer as Harry drops to his knees before her. Giving him a wide smile Bathsheda slowly finishes unwrapping her robes, letting them fall from her back.

"Good boy." She says softly, standing in front of Harry wearing nothing but a dark navy bra made of lace, large round nipples displaying through the thin material. Her short body falls in soft thick curves as Harry's eyes trace their way down to his prize. Staring ahead Harry's eyes run over her thick shaft topped with a thick landing strip of soft red hairs. While appearing fairly short at first at little over 5 inches he watches it quickly beginning to harden, two large balls sitting smooth below.

"I prefer to be… unencumbered, as I teach." She says with a wink, indicating her free hanging cock.

Reaching his hands forward he softly begins to stroke the thick head of her cock, his other reaching to massage her large sack. Feeling her cock begin to grow harder Harry gently takes the tip of her shaft between his lips, the soft flesh soon becoming firmer and firmer under his gentle ministrations. Soon pulling his mouth off a now hard cock Harry takes in the full length of her thick girthy cock, now sitting just shy of 8 inches, with a girth too large to even wrap his hand around.

Pressing the thick tip of her cock to his lips Harry gently kisses the head in appreciation.

"Mmm, good boy," She mutters. "Now hold on tight."

Hearing her words Harry takes a deep breath before feeling her thick shaft plow forward past his lips, firmly encasing in his throat on one thrust.

Gagging around her dick Harry lets out a groan as he feels the familiar tingle shoot down his spine, his body eagerly responding to the thick cock plundering his windpipe.

Feeling both hands firmly thread themselves into his hair Harry can only brace himself as the thick cock thrusts back and forth, a firm rhythm leaving pleasure running through his body.

Refusing to slow down her thrusts Bathsheda continues her fast pace, eager to deposit her load deep within the tight tunnel welcoming her cock.

A minute later Bathsheda feels her body begin to tighten, her moans flowing freely. Feeling her shaft begin to pulse Harry braces himself for the thick burst of cream that flows forth as the young professor lets out a yell.

Swallowing deep once more Harry relishes the cream flowing into his stomach, a groan of satisfaction echoing out past her cock. Shot after shot fire deep before Harry finally feels the witch pull back, her cock letting out one last rope against his tongue before she leaves. Moaning louder at her taste Harry swallows down the thick cum against his tongue.

Leaning back Bathsheda looks down at the young wizard as he gently cleans the remains of her cum from the head of her cock, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip as he finishes.

"Thank you Harry," She says breathing deeply. "I trust this won't be the last Runes class you join?" She says with a smirk, gently rubbing her softening length against his mouth.

Pressing his lips against her cock once more Harry can only smile in return.

Later that day, Transfiguration Classroom

Having already dismissed the class, Minerva McGonagall stands in front of her two favourite students, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

"… Of course Mr Potter, I'd be happy to make them both permanent parts of your timetable." She says.

"And you're sure there were no problems at all?" She asks.

Watching the young wizard look away she turns to see a smirk on the face of Hermione, raising her eyebrow she meets Harry's eyes once more.

"N-no, not with the lessons." Harry stammers.

"But?" She prompts.

"It's just… I've k-kinda…" He tries to reply.

Seeing her friend struggling Hermione speaks up with a smile.

"It's just Harry's had a hard on all day and really needs to cum." She says, levelling a smirk at the blushing wizard.

Looking down at the boy Minerva quickly spots the small tent in his trousers. A smile forming on her face she speaks up once more.

"Well we can't be having that now can we Mr Potter, as your head of house I must insist you allow me to… relieve you of this burden." She says, a teasing tone underlying her voice.

Watching the young boy blush further she quickly directs him on what to do.

"Mr Potter, please go ahead and remove your clothes, then you may lay yourself over my desk." She says firmly, smiling as Harry quickly stumbles to follow her directions.

"Miss Granger, you may begin preparing me with your mouth," Minerva continues, turning to speak to a now shocked Hermione. "Unless you object?" She asks.

"N-no Ma'am!" Hermione almost yells in reply, eagerly moving to fall to her knees in front of her favourite professor.

Standing in place Minerva reaches under the tartan skirts beneath her robes to quickly lower a pair of black lace panties to the ground. Kicking them to the side she soon sheds her outer robe, before casually transfiguring her long tartan skirt to a much shorter length, now sitting at her mid thigh.

Down to her knees, Hermione looks up at her now half dressed professor. Her grey hair tied into a bun on her head, and a small pair of silver glasses sitting on her nose for a moment before she slides them into her shirt. Her normally stern face now freely smiling with a sparkle to her light blue eyes.

Looking down Hermione takes in the tight fitting black button shirt, accenting her professors still firm breasts. Reaching her now much shorter skirt Hermione is startled to see a thick length peeking out from the bottom. Reaching down Minerva gently raises the bottom of her skirt to reveal the full length of her soft 8 inch cock to the eager witch below.

"Open wide Ms Granger," Minerva says to the awe struck witch on her knees. "I want you to get me nice and hard, you don't want to let Harry down do you?" She continues teasingly.

Looking past her professor Hermione watches as a now fully nude Harry looks back at her, seeing an encouraging smile on his face Hermione begins to lean forward, her tongue peeking out to run against the thick cock before her. Softly running her tongue along the length Hermione lets out a soft moan, her own cock sitting eager and firm beneath her skirt. Reaching the head of the now spit covered shaft she gently takes the tip between her lips, basking in the taste of the precum flowing from the head.

Looking down at her bushy haired student Minerva lets out a groan in appreciation. "Mmm, I've been waiting for this chance," The older witch confesses. "I've half a mind to just give you the thick creamy release you deserve."

Moaning at her professors words Hermione continues to eagerly suck on the now hard shaft within her mouth, the thick 10 inch cock stretching her lips.

Gently sawing her cock back and forth Minerva gently grabs a hold of Hermione's thick bushy hair before firmly beginning to thrust her cock into her students throat.

Fucking her gently Minerva softly runs her hands around the young witches face before pulling back and removing her shaft from her lips.

"Next time Ms Granger." The older witch promises, before turning to look at the naked form of Harry laid against her desk.