Minerva McGonagall's Evening of Allurement

Part two of Chapter One
“Well, well, aren’t we excited . . .” Professor McGonagall purred, looking back up to him with lowered eyelashes. She slowly reached over and unzipped his pants, purposely taking her time to enjoy teasing Harry’s growing eagerness. She then eased down his blue, snitch covered boxers and pulled out his throbbing manhood, wrapping her fingers around him tenderly, stroking him and reveling in the control she had over him. She could do whatever she wanted with him now; there was nothing Harry would say no to. And right now Professor McGonagall wanted to pleasure him. With one last look into Harry’s eyes, she bent her head down, parted her lips and took him in her mouth, loving the way he gasped and then let out a small moan as he unconsciously leaned his hips up towards her.
Professor McGonagall was enjoying herself. She had successfully allured one of her favorite students, and was now licking him up and down his hard shaft.
“Mmmmm . . . . . does this feel nice Mr. Potter? Would you like me to continue?”
Harry was half way to heaven. He barely heard what she had just asked him so he just groaned in pleasure as a reply. Professor McGonagall didn’t need to ask him twice, she bent down and carried on giving him all the pleasure she could give him. The professor was very good at this, Harry thought. It was obvious she knew what she was doing; she knew which parts were sensitive and how it should be treated. With care and gentleness. Harry had quickly forgotten about the strange and bizarreness of the situation he found himself in, and around 10 minutes ago, had given in to that fact that the boy who lived was simply not destined to have a normal year at Hogwarts. He looked down at his professor’s head. It beats dark lords, large snakes and ugly toads, at least. Anyway, right now, all he wanted was to be inside her. He was on the verge of going over the edge when all of a sudden there was a knock at the door to her office. McGonagall lifted her head and let out a quiet sigh.
“Who is it?” McGonagall called out. She was a little irritated at being disturbed.
“It’s Hermione Granger professor.” Came the muffled reply from outside the door. The professor had not asked her to come to her office tonight, but it wasn’t a surprise, Hermione always came asking questions about the extra transfigurations reading she had been doing.
“Come in Hermione.” The professor’s irritation had quickly disappeared. Hermione Granger was another of her students she was planning on seducing. Who wouldn’t miss a chance to kill two birds with one stone? Or more like seduce two students in one night.
The door opened and Hermione came in.
“I was just doing some extra reading and was just wondering about this spell . . . . Oh my word!” Her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped in shock at what she had walked in on. Harry was leaning back on her sofa, with his trousers down to his knees, looking at her with a dazed look on his face. Professor McGonagall was leaning over him, licking the tip of Harry’s manhood, teasing it with her tongue. She stopped what she was doing and looked over to the dumbstruck Headgirl.
“Is there something you want to talk about Miss Granger? We’re a little busy here but I’m sure Harry won’t mind if you join us . . .” She continued stroking Harry with her hand but was currently looking at Hermione with a seductive, inviting look on her face.
"Oh my . . . .” Hermione said again, still too shocked to fully comprehend what she was witnessing. The very strict and stern Transfiguration teacher was suckling her best friend, stroking and teasing his manhood, and by the look on Harry’s face, was doing a very good job with the special attention she was giving him. Hermione felt warmth spread all over her, especially around the area between her legs. She also harbored secret sexual feelings for the professor. Lately, Professor McGonagall had been looking more vibrant, younger even, she seemed to have taken a holiday over the summer and the sun had done wonders to her looks. Her hair was now streaked with blonde which were obviously lightened by the sun, and for some reason she’d been wearing form-fitting robes to classes now, and to everyone’s surprise, the professor had a very nice figure. She had curvy hips and very ample bosom, which were hidden under the conventional robes she used to wear. She couldn’t blame Harry for staring at the professor during class; she too had let her eyes astray from her work to take quick glances at her teacher’s body.
Hermione didn’t even need to look down. She knew her nipples were poking through her shirt for the world to see that she was turned on. She slowly lowered her hands from her face, about the only thing she could think of doing at the moment, and once she had gotten over the shock, gradually, she began to feel nervous, or maybe it was excitement? She didn’t know. What she did know was that her professor had a better idea of what Hermione was feeling right now. She saw the professor’s eyes slowly rake her body up and down, stopping for a moment at her chest, then giving her a small smile as she saw how hard Hermione’s nipples were.
“It’s alright Miss Granger. What happens in here will certainly not leave this room. I suggest you take full advantage of the situation. Who knows, this could account for a large part of your extra credit . . . . I’m sure you’d do anything to increase your chances of getting into Salem Academy’s Spell work Institution. Obviously we’ll have to change the nature of the extra credit you gain, but, for now, why don’t you take over for me? I’m sure you’ve been interested in crossing that line with Mr. Potter here . . . .” She got up and motioned for her to sit down beside Harry. Hermione knew she shouldn’t do this, this wasn’t the way she wanted to gain her extra credit but her hormones were pulling in every direction, her heart was racing and she wasn’t able to think clearly, let alone think sensibly. Besides, she had been interested for a while now, toying with the idea of what it would be like to be intimate with her best friend. Harry had become quite the specimen in the last couple of years which every girl at Hogwarts was letting him know about every chance they got. (This really annoyed her) Hermione slowly made her way over to them and sat down, her movements a little awkward, not sure what to do with her hands or who to look at. Harry had stayed silent through all this but when Hermione finally gathered the courage to look up to meet his eyes, he reached over and gently touched her arm. He gave her a small smile and quietly said,
“It’s OK Hermione, you don’t have to do this . . . . .” But he quickly stopped talking when Hermione slowly reached over and started stroking him up and down. Harry didn’t say anything more; he was more than a little shocked at her willingness, but he wasn’t about to complain. Once again, his body took over and he slowly raised his hips into her hand, unable to hold back the groan. Hermione, who was still looking at Harry, said a little shyly,
“She’s right Harry . . . . I’ve been curious for a while now, about you and me. And besides, you’re my best friend. I’ve been wanting to show you how special you mean to me . . . . .” She pushed her hair back and slowly sank her mouth down onto his manhood as far as it could go, stroking his balls very gently with her fingers. She lifted her head up and down slowly at first, but increasing the pace as Harry’s moans became louder and louder. McGonagall looked on in amazement. Who would have thought Hermione of all people, would do such a thing so willingly? The professor always thought it would be a lot harder to entice the sensible, rule abiding Gryffindor, but put Harry into the equation, and here she was, in her private quarters suckling the man himself in front of her. She half expected the Headgirl to just splutter incoherent words and turn around and flee the room when she asked her to join in before. But she didn’t, and now was her chance. She had wanted to devour Hermione since she hit puberty and became quite a striking woman. Those small but supple looking breasts, her shapely hips and slim figure, the professor had fantasized about her best student for a while now. She crouched down in front of her and gently placed her hands beneath her student’s knees, slowly parting her legs and making sure to give her time to pull away if she felt uncomfortable about this. Hermione did no such thing. She lifted her head up from Harry’s lap and gave her Transfiguration teacher a small nod. That’s all she needed to see. Professor McGonagall pulled off her school skirt, parted Hermione’s legs even further and lowered her head towards her white cotton knickers. She placed one of her legs over her shoulder and leaned down until her face was inches away from her crotch. With trembling fingers, the professor pulled aside her knickers and inhaled her feminine odour. She was wet. Her knickers were soaking with her juices, and she knew Hermione was ready for any special treatment she was about to receive from her professor. She ran her fingers through her course curls, rubbing her hardened snub with her thumb and being rewarded with quiet whimpers from her. After a while Professor McGonagall couldn’t resist any longer. She 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.
“Oh . . . pr . . Professor . . . . .”
To be continued . .
Author’s Note – Chapter two completed and ready. Please let me know if you want me to submit it.