The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth

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Chapter 3: Madame Puddifoot’s

Angelina smiled as Adrian held her hand as they walked down the quiet lane just outside of Hogsmeade. He was being just so sweet lately. And Angie was determined to get the image of Terrence Higg’s intense blue eyes out of her head once and for all. She gazed off determinedly into the trees as she felt her nipples tighten at the images going through her head. She could see, in her mind’s eye, Terry nude and very aroused, pressing his erection against her stomach. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered how eager she had been for him.

Adrian frowned as he studied Angelina’s averted face. He could feel the tension in her body. She was rigid with strain. He pulled her to a stop in the middle of the quiet lane.

“What’s wrong love,” asked Adrian. “Did you hear about Alec’s drunken revel? I swear to Merlin, Warrington and I left before the real party began.”

“Real party?” said Angie with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t you mean orgy? Honestly Adrian, you Slytherins are so open about your perviness. Everybody knows that Alec had an orgy last night. Several girls in Hufflepuff had points taken by their prefects for their participation.”

“Points,” said Adrian with surprise as he resumed walking. He had Angie’s hand firmly in his own. “That seems a little extreme.”

“An orgy isn’t?” said Angie with a snort.

“It was not an orgy,” said Adrian with a laugh. “Honestly, the rumours in this school are outrageous. Now, I am not denying that some form of group sex was had last night, but I am saying that I was definitely not a participant and I saw nothing out of the ordinary.” His eye twitched when he said the last sentence.

“Your eye twitched,” said Angie accusingly as she pointed at it. “You are lying.”

“I am not,” sputtered Adrian.

“Your eye twitches only when you are hiding something,” said Angie.

“Okay,” confessed Adrian. “I saw Terry and Alec having it off with two witches. I had to ack ack to get something.”

“That’s not unusual,” said Angie.

“It is when the witches are from Slytherin House,” said Adrian with a smirk.

“Now that is out of the ordinary,” agreed Angie as they turned down Hogsmeade’s High Street.

“I know,” said Adrian.

“Why has Alec gotten so pervy lately,” asked Angelina. “I do know that Terry is a complete slag.”

“That’s not true,” said Adrian loyally. “It just that when Terry is upset he tends to-“

“Have indiscriminate sex with random witches,” interrupted Angie.

“And a few wizards,” said Adrian. “But he is not a slag. He’s just confused. Your friend has him in knots.”

“Alicia was not his only lover,” said Angie with a slight hint of tension in her voice. “He had other lovers when he was with her.”

“No he didn’t,” said Adrian seriously. “He wouldn’t even sleep with me when he was seeing her. That’s why we had that row. I knew he felt something for her. I was really upset and hurt.”

“Are you still hurt,” asked Angelina seriously.

“No,” said Adrian as he smiled at her. “I have you now. You were right, you know. I wanted different things from him. Things he couldn’t give me. Things that you give me.”

“Like what?” asked Angie softly. She looknto nto his changeable eyes. They were a light topaz color now.

“Affection, warmth, andentiention,” said Adrian seriously. “You make me feel loved. What do you get from being with me?”

“Passion, intensity, and excitement,” said Angie with a deep look into his eyes. “You make me feel alive.”

“Angie,” said Adrian lazily as his eyes flared with passion. “Have you ever been to Madame Puddifoot’s?”

“Yes,” said Angie with a look of confusion.

“The back room?” purred Adrian as he steered her towards the frilly coffee shop.

“They don’t have a back room,” said Angie with a frown. Adrian led her down the back lane behind the coffee shop.

“They sure as hell do,” whispered Adrian hotly in Angie’s ear. She shivered at the repressed passion in his voice. “I would say Gryffindors are such goody goodies if I didn’t see Oliver Wood here last year with that Ravenclaw chaser he was screwing.”

“There were no girl chasers on the Ravenclaw team last year,” said Angie hotly.

“Did I say girl,” said Adrian sardonically. “Surely you know dearest Wood flies for both teams?”

“He’s gay?” said Angie with surprise. “But I’ve never seen him chat up another bloke.”

“Angie,” chided Adrian. “Wood is not gay. He’s bisexual like I am.”

Angie looked surprised for a second then she blushed. “I forgot,” said Angie.

“That I have had sex with men?” asked Adrian.

“Ummm…yes,” blushed Angie.

“Don’t be embarrassed love,” said Adrian as he slipped an arm around her waist. “After all, you are the first girl I have ever had an actual relationship with. All my previous relationships have been with other men.”

“Have you and Oliver ever-“ ventured Angie a little timidly. She wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“Fuck no,” said Adrian with a snort as he knocked on the back door with an intricate series of blows. “Marcus would have had my bits for snitches. Woody’s too pretty anyway. Not my type.”

“Marcus is shagging a Gryffindor chaser,” pointed out Angie.

“Fancy that,” said Adrian as the door opened. “So am I.”

Angie watched as Adrian handed the man at the door a pouch tinkling with galleons. They were ushered into a foyer just as frilly and lacy as the coffee room. The man looked at Adrian expectantly. He held out a book. Adrian looked at it intently. Angie was feeling just a touch nervous. No one had said a word.

Angie jumped a little as the man gave Adrian a key and they went down a long hallway with many doors. Adrian paused at the end of hallway and gave her a wicked smile as he opened the door. Angie gasped at they walked into a replica of the Potions classroom.

“It very popular,” whispered Adrian in Angie’s ear as they entered the room. “I am surprised we could get it.”

“What are these rooms for,” asked Angie with a shiver. She knew the answer. Adrian was unbuttoning her robe from behind.

“What do you think love,” asked Adrian as he pulled her robe off and took out his wand. “Fantasy and fucking.” He transfigured her clothes into a Hogwarts uniform and then transfigured his robe into a replica of Snape’s.

“Now do you want to play a game love?” asked Adrian as he strode eerily like Snape to the head of the classroom. He stood there with his hands on his hips.

“Naughty schoolgirl?” asked Angie with a blush as she felt a surge of heat between her legs. She sat down near the front of the classroom.

“Exactly,” said Adrian as he swooped behind her. “Miss Johnson, do not look behind you. Eyes on your cauldron.”

Angie shivered in excitement as her nipples tingled with delight.

“Tell me,” asked Adrian as he leaned over her. “Have you ever sat in Potions and wondered about what it would be like to screw him?”

“Who?” whispered Angie as she panted in her seat.

Adrian chuckled lowly. “Don’t pretend,” purred Adrian. “Snape. So many girls have secret fantasies about him. And he knows it. That’s partially why he’s so severe. He doesn’t want to lose his job. Fucking panting students, no matter how willing, will get you fired. Haven’t you noticed that he uses a glamour?”

“No,” said Angie as she shivered. Adrian was running a finger down her arm.

“What turns you on about him,” asked Adrian as he reached down and ran his fingers over her stiff nipples through her uniform shirt.
don don’t-“

“Do not lie,” whispered Adrian as he pinched one tight nipple.

“His voice,” confessed Angie as her eyes tightly closed. “And the way he smells. He smells like sandalwood and his voice is so…sexy.”

“Go on,” said Adrian as he slipped a hand inside her shirt and began to fondle her breast.

“Mostly his voice,” whispered Angie. “It’s like caramel. So deep and rich like chocolate.”

“Hmmm,” said Adrian as he withdrew his hands from her shirt. “You sound like you want to eat him.”

Angie blushed and kept her eyes tightly closed. Adrian was weaving a sensual spell around them. She was confessing her deepest fantasy to him. Her pussy was throbbing with desire.

“Is that what you want Miss Johnson,” asked Adrian lowly. “To someday during detention get on your knees in front of him and suck his cock while he urges you on?”

“I….I don’t know,” said Angie helplessly.

“You are lying again,” said Adrian a touch menacingly.

“Yes,” said Angie softly.

“Then what?” urged Adrian as he moved to stand in front of the classroom again. He sat down in the replica of Snape’s chair. He adjusted his erection.

“I want him to bend me over his desk and fuck me,” said Angie as she flushed red.

“I can’t hear you,” said Adrian.

Angie repeated herself loudly.

“I’m sorry,” said Adrian. “Louder.”

“I want him to fuck me!” said Angie as she clutcht tht the desk.

“Such language will not be tolerated Miss Johnson,” said Adrian sternly. “Come here. You are a disrespectful witch that needs to be punished. Open your eyes.”

Angie panted as she walked up to the front of the desk with trepidation. She stood in front of Adrian who was sprawled in the chair like he owned the world. He looked at her expectantly. Angie slid to her knees in front of him and started to undo the buttons on his trousers.

“Your pants are soaking wet aren’t they, you naughty witch,” said Adrian. Angie only nodded. “Call me sir,” said Adrian with a fierce whisper.

“Yes sir,” said Angie as she pulled his red weeping erection from his trousers. She licked her lips before she gave a long delicate lick up his pulsing shaft. She explored the pulsing red head of his penis with her tongue as she ran a hand down his shaft.

Adrian watched her head bob up and down on his penis with hooded eyes. He moaned as the wet heat of her mouth engulfed his penis. He reached out a hand and pushed her head down deeper. Angie moaned as he thrust into her mouth. She relaxed and pulled him in as deep as she could. She was rewarded with a long groan of pleasure. She pulled up then went down as far as she could. Adrian groaned again. He stopped her bobbing head with a regretful sigh.

“As much as I would like to come in your sweet mouth Miss Johnson,” said Adrian. “I would prefer to come inside you. Bend over the desk.”

“Yes sir,” said Angelina breathlessly as she turned around and leaned over the desk. She blushed as she recognized the handwriting on the parchments on the desk. It was Snape’s. She groaned when she could smell the faint scent of sandalwood. Her pussy was swollen with need. She whimpered when he dragged her pants down to her knees and tossed her skirt up.

Adrian trailed his stiff cock over her pert backside with a shiver of pleasure. “Do you want this Miss Johnson,” asked Adrian as he rubbed against her.

“Yes sir,” said Angie. She arched her back as he plunged into her clenching sheath with a hard thrust. She shivered as she felt his silky black robe touch her overheated body. He stabbed into her with long deep thrusts and he caressed her ass.

“Naughty witch,” said Adrian. “You are no virgin, are you? Have you been fucking Quidditch players?”

“Yes sir,” said Angie as she clutched at the desk. He was thrusting in and out of her with long hard strokes. Angie’s eyes fluttered closed with intense pleasure. She lost herself in the fantasy. Her eyes flew open a minute later when she smelt the pungent odour of sandalwood fill the air. She looked behind her and saw Adrian slip his fingers into a vial of oil on the desk. He coated his fingers liberally as his cock plunged deep inside her.

Angelina gasped when Adrian plunged an oiled finger into her anal passage. He moaned and thrust his finger in deep and pulsed it back and forth. Angie closed her eyes as satisfaction flooded her body. His penis moved relentlessly inside her as she rode a wave of pleasure so intense it made her cry out.

When she opened her dazed eyes a moment later, Adrian was still inside her and he had two fingers deep inside her anal passage.

“Are you still a virgin here?” asked Adrian knowing the answer. She had always resisted anal sex but now he had her excited and ready. His fingers pulsed in her.

“Yes sir,” said Angie with a moan. She felt drugged with passion.

“Not anymore,” said Adrian roughly as he pulled his fingers out of her back passage and quickly replaced them with his throbbing cock. Angie cried out and arched her back as Adrian plunged his erection deep inside her ass.

Angie cried out as he felt him slide all the way inside her with one hard thrust. He began to slide back and forth inside her tightness as Angie bucked and moaned.

“Oh please,” said Angie brokenly as he rode her.

“Oh please what?” asked Adrian throatily as he thrust into her.

“Oh please sir,” said Angie as her face flushed and she buried her face in the desk. “You’re too big, please.”

“I am all the way inside you,” said Adrian as he flung his head back with pleasure. “You’re so tight, love. You feel so good.” Adrian panted as he grasped her hips tightly and thrust into her deeply.

Angie closed her eyes and then gave a high moan as Adrian slid a hand into her wet cleft and began to explore. He thrust a finger deep inside her sheath and ground his palm up to grind against her clitoris. Angie squirmed in delight. The pain had faded to a feeling of intense fullness in her ass as Adrian kept riding her.

Angie gave helpless moans of delight as Adrian moved his hips faster and his cock plunged into her anal passage harder. His fingers and palm grounded into her pussy relentlessly. Angie sobbed when she felt him expand then flood her with hot spurts of semen. She could feel him as he poured his passion in her. Then a stab of intense pleasure shook her body and she came. She screamed her pleasure loudly.

When she came back to earth, Adrian was stroking her hair. She was on his lap. She shifted uncomfortably and blushed. Her pants were still around one of her ankles. She curled up against Adrian’s long lean frame.

“Sore,” asked Adrian.

“A little,” said Angie as she let him nuzzle her throat.

“Thank-you,” said Adrian as he lightly caressed her ass. “I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

“I know,” said Angie softly.

“Did you like it?” asked Adrian with lazy passionate eyes.

“Yes sir,” said Angie as she blushed.

“Can we do it again,” asked Adrian as his hand slipped in between her thighs.

“Now?” asked Angie with surprise.

“Later,” purred Adrian. “I have always fantasized about sucking that hot little pussy of yours on top of my potions desk. It livens up my day in class. Come on love, let’s go fulfill my fantasy. We have the room all afternoon.”