Minerva McGonagall's Evening of Allurement

Chapter 3

The professor finally untied the thin belts and let them fall to the ground, she still had a hold on the robes though, but slowly, seductively, she let them fall to the sides. Harry and Hermione let out small gasps as they saw that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The sight before them was everything they imagined, and more, so much more, and seeing her in the flesh was simply breath taking. Her skin was smooth and looked so soft to touch, you could see a faint bikini tan surrounding her breasts, her large, supple breasts a topped with pink nipples that were just asking to be licked and suckled on. Both Harry and Hermione had forgotten to breathe since Professor McGonagall opened her robes, but it was hardly a priority right now as their eyes traveled down her stomach, to her cute little belly button, to her shapely hips, and further down, to her other bikini tan. It was only after their hearts started thumping against their ribcage that they finally remembered to start breathing, only to become light-headed, as they took in those sensual, curvy hips, how they accentuated her voluptuous body and complimented those long legs. But what caught the attention of the two awestruck students was the fact that Professor McGonagall, was bare, her smooth flawless skin stretched across her entire body, her chest, her stomach and also, the area between her thighs. She had a very small mound of light brown curls just above her femininity, but otherwise, she was smooth, and one look at it, and they knew that the professor . . . . . . . maintained . . . . . herself in that department quite nicely. Harry and Hermione were once again, finding it very hard to execute the simple task of breathing in and breathing out.

Professor McGonagall, however, was feeling a little nervous. She had just exposed her body to her two favorite students, and though their faces weren’t of utter disgust, they hadn’t said or done anything since she opened her robes, and it was becoming slightly unnerving. A blush slowly rose to her cheeks as she started to think that maybe she was a bit too hasty, that she let herself get caught up in the heat of the moment, and forgot that maybe they weren’t quite ready to see her. Those thoughts started to solidify as they continued to stare, and she was just about to close her robes when at last Harry spoke up. Barely a whisper, he said

“You’re . . . . . . You’re absolutely stunning, Professor . . . . . .” Green eyes met blue, and she could see that he truly meant it. Hermione nodded in agreement.

“Beautiful . . . . . .” Hermione was still staring at her breasts, but when she noticed the professor smiling down at her, she quickly looked away, blushing furiously as she suddenly felt like a child being caught red handed, peeking at something she wasn’t allowed to see. Professor McGonagall relaxed after this, her confidence growing back a little as they both seemed to look at her with appreciation, and looking down at the guilty ridden Headgirl, her mischievous side almost took over, wanting to playfully scold her, maybe say something a little seductive like, “Tut, Tut Miss Granger, I caught you looking at my breasts . . . . and I think . . Yes . . . . what you need, young lady, is a good spanking . . . . . . now bend over, you naughty girl . . . . . .” But looking at her face, Hermione seemed almost ashamed, like she truly believed she did something bad, despite all that’s happened between the three of them in the last hour. Professor McGonagall smiled to herself; no matter what the circumstance, Hermione Granger was still the sensible, rule-abiding Gryffindor which she grew to adore over the years at Hogwarts. The professor looked over at Harry, who was still looking at her, his eyes darting around her body, to her breasts, her stomach, her legs, as if trying to commit every inch of her skin, every curve of her body to memory, and though he seemed quite aroused, it didn’t look like he was going to recover any time soon. So she came up with an alternative, and thought about having some fun with Hermione, put on a little show to once again, get Mr. Potter to full height. Still loosely wearing her blue robes, she sat down next to Hermione and whispered into her ear,

“It’s OK to look Miss Granger, I haven’t yet given you any detentions during class now have I . . . .?” If Hermione was embarrassed before, now she was positively mortified. Professor McGonagall had obviously caught Hermione peeking at her when she thought she wasn’t looking, but at least it explained why the professor sometimes gave her knowing smiles as she walked out of the classroom at the end of the lesson. She’d always wondered about that. This obviously meant the professor had also noticed Harry’s constant staring during lesson time as well; it wasn’t exactly hard to miss, as he rarely did anything else these days, but the professor never seemed to tell him off. It became a habit for Hermione to discreetly cast an Impervius spell on Harry’s parchment.

Hermione just couldn’t look at her professor right now, not only was she sat next to her with her breasts showing, but she now realised that the professor knew all along that she occasionally sneaked a peek during class, and all those knowing looks the professor gave her came back to haunt her as she looked down at her feet, trying, but failing miserably, to hide her blushing cheeks behind her hair. Professor McGonagall couldn’t help but smile. Hermione Granger, the bossy know-it-all, (although lately she’s seems to have calmed down in that respect) a confident student that had a commanding presence when it came to Prefect meetings, Headgirl duties and whatnot, was reduced to a shy little girl under her naked presence. She couldn’t blame her though, Professor McGonagall was also trying quite hard to not look embarrassed, as it had been a while since she let anyone see her naked body. Professor McGonagall slowly reached out and stroked Hermione’s cheek, making her look up, and gave her a small smile.

“You don’t have to feel so embarrassed Miss Granger; it’s not like I haven’t noticed how you’ve grown up to become such a beautiful young woman . . . . . .” And she slowly leaned towards her to kiss her trembling lips. It was bliss. Hermione reveled in the feel of those soft, tender lips, the way the professor’s hand slowly stroked her face, her neck, making it’s way down her shoulders . . . . . Hermione let out a soft moan as she felt Professor McGonagall’s hand undo a couple of the buttons on her school shirt, and slowly slip her hand in, feeling her fingers snake beneath her bra and start caressing her breast , gently rubbing her palm around her erect nipple, making her forget her embarrassment moments before. The professor felt Hermione slowly lean into her hand, letting her know she craved the attention, and it took all her will power to not open her shirt and take her sensitive nipples in her mouth, no . . . she wanted to go slow, savor every moment, and also, torment Harry, who was surely watching them with pure lust, probably silently willing her to open Hermione’s shirt so that he could take a peek at his best friend's breasts. It didn’t take long for their kiss to deepen; their tongues started to roam, exploring each other’s mouths and licking, tasting each other’s swollen lips.

Professor McGonagall’s heart was racing, beating with excitement as she kissed the young women, and with her other hand, felt for Hermione’s hand and gently lifted it up towards her own chest. If the professor wasn’t kissing her at the moment, she would have sighed in content as Hermione’s fingers gently teased her nipples, sending shivers down her spine as her small hand caressed her. The Headgirl was becoming increasingly warm, her professor felt so delicate, felt her nipples harden under her palm as she gave it a gentle squeeze. Kissing the professor was different to kissing Harry, while she felt the fierce passion burning through the both of them when their lips met, the slow, sensuality of the kiss with her beautiful professor was just as wonderful. And her breasts. Oh the feel of those perfect breasts, was getting her all warm inside, and she knew that if she rubbed her thighs together, she would definitely feel the wetness coming from within her femininity.

Harry was once again speechless. Nothing could arouse a man more than seeing two beautiful women kissing and caressing each other. The delicate and gentle way they touched was something only women could share with each other. And it was definitely getting him all hot and bothered. Just for a moment, Harry thought back to how he always used to wonder what it was about seeing two women kissing. He often felt the tiniest urge to ask a girl if they became aroused when they saw two men kissing, though he quickly banished that thought as he certainly didn’t want to ruin this moment right now. Harry had to smile at the small irony that Hermione, the one girl he was most definitely not going to ask that question in fear of the scandalized look she'd give him, was kissing another women, right before his eyes. Although, that smile was quickly wiped off from his face as Professor McGonagall reached out and slipped her hand into Hermione's shirt. Harry could feel his blood rushing to his face, the sight was so arousing that it felt like the temperature in the room increased a few notches. Soon enough, the blood found its way down towards his groin and he gave in to the urge to start stroking himself, watching them as they kissed. The site was something he’ll treasure until the day he dies, and amongst many other’s in the past hour, it was definitely a potential in his archive of happy memories for whenever he needed to cast a patronus. He couldn’t help but smile slightly, as a small part of him hoped his stag didn’t start humping everything in sight. But he soon let go of that trail of thought, because right now he was positively feverish with desire, as he watched the professor take hold of Hermione’s hand and slowly guide it to her own breast. Those large, supple breasts, it took everything he had to resist the urge to reach out and touch them, their kiss seemed so deep, so intimate, that he didn’t feel like intruding.

Professor McGonagall was halfway to heaven. She could hear her little whimpers as she gently squeezed Hermione, teasing her sensitive nipples with her fingers and flicking them back and forth with her thumb. It felt so wonderful to be intimate with her, it was so sensual, so arousing, and the heat from within her body was certainly spreading around her, telling her that this simple act of kissing, was making her wet. And what was more, she could hear Harry’s breathing becoming deeper, more strained, she could literally feel the magic, the desire, emanating from the powerful wizard sat next to them. Professor McGonagall finally broke the kiss, they were both a little breathless from it and when they opened their eyes, chocolate brown met the sparkling blue, and they knew they had made a connection. Hermione and Professor McGonagall have always been close, like student and mentor, sharing the same values and opinions, but after that kiss, a deeper, more intimate connection was made that no one could break. That kiss was on another level that only women can reach.

“Professor . . . . . . . . . That was . . . just . . . .amazing . . . .” Hermione was looking up at her teacher with so much emotion in her eyes, it was a perfect reflection of the professor’s feelings. She trailed a finger along Hermione’s jaw, across her swollen lips, and murmured.

“It certainly was, Miss Granger . . .” She looked into those brown eyes and nodded slowly.

“It certainly was . . . . .” Professor McGonagall leaned forward to give her another kiss on the lips, and with one last smile, she turned her head towards Harry. She lowered her eyelashes at him, smiling at how he was looking back at them with lust and want, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she glanced down at his hand and saw that he was stroking his manhood. This was it, she thought. She had wanted this for so long. Without looking away from Harry, she leaned towards Hermione and purred,

“It seems like Mr. Potter enjoyed watching us kiss, Miss Granger . . . . .” Hermione also couldn’t help but blush as she looked over to Harry, and gave him a small smile. The way he was looking at them both, the way he was running his fingers very gently up and down himself, as if inviting them, her heart rate, once again, seemed to rise as a whirlwind of emotions ran through her. Professor McGonagall shifted across the sofa over to Harry’s side, and with a purposeful glance at his manhood, she murmured,

“Mmmmm . . . Mr. Potter, would be OK with you, if I . . . . . ” She didn’t need to finish her question, it was quite clear what she was asking, as she lifted one of her legs over Harry’s lap and straddled his legs. Harry was yet again, forgetting what his lungs were used for. He was looking up at his professor, taking in the beautiful sight, reveling at how her blue, silk robes were hanging off her shoulders, how her supple breasts loomed over him, daring him to caress them, and how her warm thighs were sitting on his legs, just inches away from his throbbing manhood. It was all too much. He slowly lifted his hands, running his fingers up and down her body, feeling the smooth skin, the contours of her shapely hips, and finally, finally, cupping her large breasts with his hands, holding back a groan as he felt those hard nipples press against his palms. He had wanted to feel them, touch them, for, so, so long. Ever since he realized just how beautiful his Transfiguration Professor was, he had fantasized about squeezing them, suckling them and listening to her moan in pleasure from all the gentle attention. And that is exactly what he did. He teased both her nipples with his thumbs, loving the way she let out a small gasp when he tweaked them, and then he wrapped his arms around her back to pull her closer, and take her sensitive nipple into his mouth, suckling them, nibbling them with his lips, and gently, very gently, biting them with his teeth to heighten her senses even further. Professor McGonagall was melting on the spot. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him lightly on the top of his head and pulled him closer to her chest, encouraging him to tease her nipples even more. Harry turned his attention to her other nipple and did the same, using his tongue to tease it, suckle on it till it was hard. After a short while, neither of them could hold back any longer. Professor McGonagall pulled back and looked down into those emerald green eyes, conveying her desires to have him inside her. She bent her head down and kissed him, and then trailed kisses on his cheeks, along his jaw until she was nibbling his ear.

“Oh Harry, . . . . I’ve wanted you for so long . . . . .” And she lent back and kissed him soundly on the lips. Without breaking eye contact with him, she slowly lifted her hips up just a little, and slowly reached down to guide him into her.

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THE END

Thank you for Reading.

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Just joking.

To be continued . . . .

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