Things Best Left Unsaid

AN/ Yes I know it is a bit odd and quirky. If masturbation gives you the shivers please do not read.

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I see her at the table surrounded by her annoying friends. They are offering her small gifts and hugs and I realize today must be the chit’s birthday. How old does that make her? Sixteen I think, as I tick off the years. Sixteen, the age of passage into hormonal rampage, though I do believe from watching her displays the little Gryffindor has already reached that plateau. I feel my cock harden as I think of the last sixteen year old I had had. I remember the tightness of her sex, her soft ripe flesh, her small cries of shock and pleasure as I helped her pass the threshold to womanhood.

My eyes travel once more down to her table and I cannot help but wonder what she would feel like. Would she writhe in pleasure beneath me or fight with every breath? It does not matter to me, I enjoy either scenario.

I steal a covert glance at the Headmaster who is in conversation with another staff member. My mouth twitches. I wonder if the old man would have an attack if he knew how many of his precious students I have ‘taught’ in matters of the flesh over the years. His faith in me is touching at best, but highly misplaced at worst when it concerns his charges.

She is leaving now her arms full of parcels, a smile lighting her fresh face. Well, it would not be seemly to be rude and forgot ‘her’ birthday as I think of the perfect gift for the little wench.

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I had only a week to tell my parents of my pregnancy…

An owl pecked me on the hand sharply jerking me out of my revelry. Lunch had been forgotten as I thought of my last birthday, of the unsuspected surprise gift I had received.

Another gift. I thought I had received all I was to have at breakfast this morning and could not think of anyone else who would send me something. I took the package offered. I did not recognize the handwriting of the note tied to it.

‘Wait to open this when you are alone.’

How odd. I cannot help but think this is perhaps a prank. If school has taught me nothing else, it is to be wary of pranksters, as we have had our share of shenanigans over the years.

Still my curiosity is peeked and I ignore the girl at my right asking me to open the package. I tell her it is some ‘personal’ things from home and she nods in an understanding way.

Alone in the loo, I poke the parcel with my wand, stepping back quickly as it falls from the sink. Nothing. I pick it up and shake it and hear nothing. I swallow hard and quickly tear the thing open.

I do not know whether to laugh or to scream as I see the object lying there amid the thin sheets of crepe paper. It has to be a joke, it has to be, for the only other explanation is that someone… no I cannot think like that for I would die of shame.

I throw the thing into the trash, wanting to cry at the audacity of someone sending something like that to me. I wash my face in the cold water from the tap, trying to scrub away the flush that has flooded my face and to my deep shame, the arousal that has erupted between my legs. That ‘thing’. It, it was too real. Still I couldn’t help put pick it out of the bin and put it into my school bag, though I wasn’t going to use it.

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I had thought my gift might have frightened her away.

It was much later than usual and I had almost given up when she slipped through the door to the owlery. I can see a faint flush on her cheeks even from my high spot on the edge of a trap door that allows access to the higher perches.

She looks around at the owls and puts her book bag down. Soon her ritual starts, her fingers straying down the front of her robes, brushing against her small pert breasts, as she leans her head back against the stone wall. Sliding down the wall, she sits with her legs parted, her fingers trailing up under her pushed up robes and though I cannot see her fingers, I know they have found her sex, as I smell the slight change in the air.

Having such a sensitive nose does have its advantage, I think wryly.

She plays with herself for a few minutes, then stops and stares at her bag with an almost hungry look. Crawling over to it she opens it and pulls out a box, the box I recognize as a small smile graces my face.

Opening the box, she picks ‘it’ up. Her eyes are wide as her fingers moves over the length of it, touching the attaching orbs that indeed make the object very lifelike. Blushing she looks around the owlery once more as she shifts her hips and slides her pants off. They are plain, white cotton. I find this very arousing as I feel my erection grow harder.

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I cannot help it, that thing; it is too real and so inviting. Caressing it, I feel the soft, almost skin like quality of it, though I really do not have much memory of how one feels. Wetness floods out of me as I touch it, knowing it would be so much better than the objects I have used. A small piece of white paper in the box catches my eye. I pick it up and my mouth makes a small noise as I read the instructions. This is too good to be true.

Slipping off my knickers, I lean back on the strewn hay of the floor. Speaking the word of activation I feel it start to vibrate in my hand. ‘Wicked’ I think happily as I open my robes, touching my stomach then my breasts with it. The soft sensations flame my skin and I whimper, as my nipples grow hard as I brush it across them.

Slowly I move it down my body, touching my inner thighs with it. With one swift movement I plunge it into my sex and gasp at the wonderful sensation it has caused. This is how my encounter last year should have felt, I think woefully as I speak the other activation word, and am delighted as the thing begin moving within me without my help.

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My breathing grows louder as I watch the little chit plunge my ‘gift’ into her. Her small cries of pleasure assure me that she indeed appreciates it as the magical enhanced device begins to move within her.

She has already seen the advantage this object affords as both hands are now free as she moves them over her body, caressing her breasts, rubbing her stomach, one hand tracing down to her spread legs and I hear her moan as her fingers find her nub.

Her body is now splayed out against the black of her robes and the soft white skin arouses me, making me long to taste it, to mark it as I nip and suck on her. My cock seems to be harder and it is pressing against me painfully, however I will not relieve myself here.

adinading her legs wider, she reaches down and pushes the thing in deeper, and a small groan almost escapes my lips as I see the wet drops on her nether lips. Her fingers are working faster on her nub and I see her tongue flick out as she traces her mouth. The damn little chit needs kissed, I muse and I can almost taste her.

She is moaning now, her eyes closed as she is coming close to release. Though I want to watch her as she comes, a thought has burned into my mind and I cannot resist its pull. It is her birthday after all, I tell myself as I move away from the trap door.

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Dear Merlin. This is so wonderful, it, my gift from some unknown person, is pumping in and out at a slow steady pace. I relish in the feel of it and the freedom I now how with my hands. Imaging my lover of last year, I feel his kisses on my lips, he was a good kisser after all and though I yearn to have someone here instead of a toy and my own fingers, I will not put myself through ‘that’ again.

My new toy has brought me to orgasm more quickly than any other object I have used and I whimper as my back arches as the wonderful, delicious sensations ripple up my spine. I close my eyes tightly as I ride out the crescendo. Panting slightlylowelower my legs as I speak the word to deactivate my newfound toy. I know I am grinning as I open my eyes…

I scream before I can stop myself as I realize I am no longer alone.