Keeping it in the Family, Part 2
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Adult +
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25
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293,294
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Chapter 3
***A/N: So, finally, here's the next chapter. In this chapter, I picture McGonagall much like in the story "Minerva McGonagall's Evening of Allurement" by adultfanfiction. It also just so happens to feature the same characters. Hmm...what a funny coincidence.
Anyway, don't worry. The Weasley-cest will be returning next chapter (Yay!)
Keeping it in the Family, Part 2, Chapter 3
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As Professor McGonagall was busy berating Neville on his carelessness in class, Harry and Hermione were talking quickly in whispered voices, so as not to be overheard.
“Harry, do you think she saw us?” She asked with a fearful expression.
“No way. I mean…these desks are huge, and, all that smoke and noise…no way.” He knew these were crappy excuses, but he was trying to convince himself more than Hermione.
All of a sudden, the sound of a cleared throat brought them back to their current situation. Neville had left, and McGonagall was looking at both of them with an expression they had never seen on her face before, so they weren’t quite able to tell what she was thinking.
“I don’t appreciate sexual displays in the classroom, especially when I’m trying to teach a class,” she began. “However, now that class is over…” She whipped out her wand and the two teens flinched, but she aimed for the door, putting a powerful locking charm on it, as well as making it appear like a section of wall on the outside. With another flick, the desks disappeared, and with a final flick, a large maroon couch appeared in the center of the room.
“…I won’t mind quite so much.” She finished with a rare smile. “Mr. Potter, take off your clothes and take a seat.”
When Harry’s eyes bulged in disbelief, Hermione gave him a little shove forward. However, she froze as well when McGonagall said, “You too, Ms. Granger, but remain standing.”
With nearly identical blushes, both students began divesting themselves of their clothes. When they completed their tasks, Harry sat down on the couch, his semi-hard cock (he watched Hermione undress, after all) bobbing around freely.
With hungry stares at both of them, McGonagall approached Harry, got down on her knees and grabbed Harry’s member in her hand and started stroking slowly.
“Very nice, Mr. Potter,” she murmured, almost to herself. She lowered her head, and Harry moaned as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her hands still gliding up and down his shaft.
Harry was in heaven: he could feel every movement of her tongue on his cock and every little noise she made was amplified with vibrations on his cock.
Hermione was getting wetter by the second. She had never imagined her professor as a sexual creature, but watching her suck off her best friend was an incredible experience. She was rolling her rigid left nipple between her fingers while her other hand was busy rubbing her pussy, distributing her leaking juices evenly over her lips.
It seemed as if McGonagall could sense what Hermione was up to, because she suddenly stopped, stood up, and smiled seductively at her. She grabbed her wand, and, waving it at herself, silently vanished her clothes.
Harry was fixed to his seat, staring at McGonagall. He had never stopped to think about what she might look like under her robes, but now he knew he’d never, ever forget.
With a predatory smile, she grabbed his cock in her hand and held it straight up, aiming it at her lowering pussy lips. As it came in contact with her, she moaned and kept lowering herself on his cock, letting Harry slide in inch by inch, making him feel every part of her.
When she got to the bottom, she rocked her hips back and forth once before pulling Harry into a searing kiss, running her hands all over his body. Harry moaned into her kiss as his torso came into contact with her full breasts and flat stomach
Hermione, still on the sidelines, quietly uttered a noise that sounded halfway between a growl and a moan.
McGonagall broke away and looked at Hermione. “Grab my wand and come here, Ms. Granger.”
She did as she was told, and when McGonagall received her wand, she wordlessly cast a spell on Hermione, and when she looked down, she saw a better-than-decent sized cock and a pair of balls where her pussy had once resided.
The younger girl licked her lips, stepping closer to McGonagall. She grabbed Hermione’s new cock and started sucking on it gently, not worried so much about making her cum as getting in nice and moist.
Hermione was in absolute heaven. She had never imagined that a stimulated cock could feel so incredible, and it caught her unawares when her professor placed her lips around the head.
When she started bucking into McGonagall’s mouth, the elder woman pulled back and raised her body off of Harry a few inches and stuck her ass out to display. Hermione got the hint and moved behind her. Grabbing a hold of her new member, she positioned it at the entrance to her professor’s ass and slowly started pushing the head in, centimeters at a time. As she got close to all the way in, she decided she couldn’t take any more waiting and thrust in the rest of the way, burying herself to the hilt.
With a shout of pleasure, she thought to herself, ‘having a cock feels incredible! Why haven’t I thought of this before?’
When McGonagall felt herself being completely filled in both holes, she moaned and started bouncing up and down on Harry’s cock, invariably making Hermione slip in and out as well. When no one was moaning or making other noises, she could hear slaps of skin-on-skin as she was either filled at the same time, or they were pumping at odd intervals, like the pistons of a car. These changes in rhythm felt incredible, and in no time, she could feel her concentration slipping as she edged closer to climax. Both Hermione and Harry could feel her slow down, so they brought up the pace, Harry thrusting up into her pussy, relishing in the slippery, slurping noises it made. Hermione leaned against the professor’s back, rocking her hips against McGonagall, and reached around to grab her breasts to knead the nipples.
McGonagall cried out as her orgasm hit her, slamming her hips against Harry at each spasm of her muscles, tightening around the teens’ cocks. In surprise, Harry grabbed her waist and thrust up as she came down, releasing his cum deep into her clenching pussy. He moaned until the last spurt entered her, and relaxed, his head back.
Hermione was still going, however, and McGonagall’s orgasm had sent her into overdrive. She was thrusting as hard as she could, eager to achieve her well deserved orgasm. As the professor’s orgasm ceased, Hermione felt her ass relax, and she finally felt the pressure in her balls reach a high point.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, as she felt herself cum, emptying her newly acquired semen into McGonagall’s rear. She thrust in with each spurt of cum, and with the last one, Hermione pulled out and leaned forward to rest on her professor’s back. After a couple deep breaths to catch up with the rest of her body, she felt her cock disappear to be replaced, once again, by her pussy.
They lay like this for a couple minutes before recuperating and standing up to recover clothes. While Harry was buttoning up his shirt, he saw McGonagall whispering something to Hermione, and making a wand motion with her hand. He dismissed it, knowing that they were probably talking about that spell their professor had put on her.
Realizing they were late to their next class, McGonagall wrote them both passes, and they walked contentedly out of the classroom.
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A/N: So there it is. I'll try to update faster next time. Although with school, I can't make any promises.
Anyway, don't worry. The Weasley-cest will be returning next chapter (Yay!)
Keeping it in the Family, Part 2, Chapter 3
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As Professor McGonagall was busy berating Neville on his carelessness in class, Harry and Hermione were talking quickly in whispered voices, so as not to be overheard.
“Harry, do you think she saw us?” She asked with a fearful expression.
“No way. I mean…these desks are huge, and, all that smoke and noise…no way.” He knew these were crappy excuses, but he was trying to convince himself more than Hermione.
All of a sudden, the sound of a cleared throat brought them back to their current situation. Neville had left, and McGonagall was looking at both of them with an expression they had never seen on her face before, so they weren’t quite able to tell what she was thinking.
“I don’t appreciate sexual displays in the classroom, especially when I’m trying to teach a class,” she began. “However, now that class is over…” She whipped out her wand and the two teens flinched, but she aimed for the door, putting a powerful locking charm on it, as well as making it appear like a section of wall on the outside. With another flick, the desks disappeared, and with a final flick, a large maroon couch appeared in the center of the room.
“…I won’t mind quite so much.” She finished with a rare smile. “Mr. Potter, take off your clothes and take a seat.”
When Harry’s eyes bulged in disbelief, Hermione gave him a little shove forward. However, she froze as well when McGonagall said, “You too, Ms. Granger, but remain standing.”
With nearly identical blushes, both students began divesting themselves of their clothes. When they completed their tasks, Harry sat down on the couch, his semi-hard cock (he watched Hermione undress, after all) bobbing around freely.
With hungry stares at both of them, McGonagall approached Harry, got down on her knees and grabbed Harry’s member in her hand and started stroking slowly.
“Very nice, Mr. Potter,” she murmured, almost to herself. She lowered her head, and Harry moaned as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her hands still gliding up and down his shaft.
Harry was in heaven: he could feel every movement of her tongue on his cock and every little noise she made was amplified with vibrations on his cock.
Hermione was getting wetter by the second. She had never imagined her professor as a sexual creature, but watching her suck off her best friend was an incredible experience. She was rolling her rigid left nipple between her fingers while her other hand was busy rubbing her pussy, distributing her leaking juices evenly over her lips.
It seemed as if McGonagall could sense what Hermione was up to, because she suddenly stopped, stood up, and smiled seductively at her. She grabbed her wand, and, waving it at herself, silently vanished her clothes.
Harry was fixed to his seat, staring at McGonagall. He had never stopped to think about what she might look like under her robes, but now he knew he’d never, ever forget.
With a predatory smile, she grabbed his cock in her hand and held it straight up, aiming it at her lowering pussy lips. As it came in contact with her, she moaned and kept lowering herself on his cock, letting Harry slide in inch by inch, making him feel every part of her.
When she got to the bottom, she rocked her hips back and forth once before pulling Harry into a searing kiss, running her hands all over his body. Harry moaned into her kiss as his torso came into contact with her full breasts and flat stomach
Hermione, still on the sidelines, quietly uttered a noise that sounded halfway between a growl and a moan.
McGonagall broke away and looked at Hermione. “Grab my wand and come here, Ms. Granger.”
She did as she was told, and when McGonagall received her wand, she wordlessly cast a spell on Hermione, and when she looked down, she saw a better-than-decent sized cock and a pair of balls where her pussy had once resided.
The younger girl licked her lips, stepping closer to McGonagall. She grabbed Hermione’s new cock and started sucking on it gently, not worried so much about making her cum as getting in nice and moist.
Hermione was in absolute heaven. She had never imagined that a stimulated cock could feel so incredible, and it caught her unawares when her professor placed her lips around the head.
When she started bucking into McGonagall’s mouth, the elder woman pulled back and raised her body off of Harry a few inches and stuck her ass out to display. Hermione got the hint and moved behind her. Grabbing a hold of her new member, she positioned it at the entrance to her professor’s ass and slowly started pushing the head in, centimeters at a time. As she got close to all the way in, she decided she couldn’t take any more waiting and thrust in the rest of the way, burying herself to the hilt.
With a shout of pleasure, she thought to herself, ‘having a cock feels incredible! Why haven’t I thought of this before?’
When McGonagall felt herself being completely filled in both holes, she moaned and started bouncing up and down on Harry’s cock, invariably making Hermione slip in and out as well. When no one was moaning or making other noises, she could hear slaps of skin-on-skin as she was either filled at the same time, or they were pumping at odd intervals, like the pistons of a car. These changes in rhythm felt incredible, and in no time, she could feel her concentration slipping as she edged closer to climax. Both Hermione and Harry could feel her slow down, so they brought up the pace, Harry thrusting up into her pussy, relishing in the slippery, slurping noises it made. Hermione leaned against the professor’s back, rocking her hips against McGonagall, and reached around to grab her breasts to knead the nipples.
McGonagall cried out as her orgasm hit her, slamming her hips against Harry at each spasm of her muscles, tightening around the teens’ cocks. In surprise, Harry grabbed her waist and thrust up as she came down, releasing his cum deep into her clenching pussy. He moaned until the last spurt entered her, and relaxed, his head back.
Hermione was still going, however, and McGonagall’s orgasm had sent her into overdrive. She was thrusting as hard as she could, eager to achieve her well deserved orgasm. As the professor’s orgasm ceased, Hermione felt her ass relax, and she finally felt the pressure in her balls reach a high point.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, as she felt herself cum, emptying her newly acquired semen into McGonagall’s rear. She thrust in with each spurt of cum, and with the last one, Hermione pulled out and leaned forward to rest on her professor’s back. After a couple deep breaths to catch up with the rest of her body, she felt her cock disappear to be replaced, once again, by her pussy.
They lay like this for a couple minutes before recuperating and standing up to recover clothes. While Harry was buttoning up his shirt, he saw McGonagall whispering something to Hermione, and making a wand motion with her hand. He dismissed it, knowing that they were probably talking about that spell their professor had put on her.
Realizing they were late to their next class, McGonagall wrote them both passes, and they walked contentedly out of the classroom.
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A/N: So there it is. I'll try to update faster next time. Although with school, I can't make any promises.