The Hogwarts' Men's Club

First week continued

AN/ Thanks for the reviews. Haven’t forgotten the other participants, they will have their few lines of naughtiness later.
Warning: If teacher/student (of age of course) squirks you, do not continue. SS/PP/MB, RH/RW




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Pansy and Millicent arrived in the potions classroom at nine pm. The girls looked at each other and grinned as they stood before their Head of House. Severus had glared at them, snara bia bit and told them they could clean the cauldrons without magic. ‘That should wipe their smiles off’ he thought satisfied as he picked up a copy of Potions for the Master, a magazine he subscribed to.

Glancing up, Severus thought his eyes were crossing as he stared at the two girls. They had taken off their robes and were scrubbing on the cauldrons dressed only in their underwear. “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?” he asked when he finally untied his tongue.

“Cleaning the cauldrons,” Pansy answered sweetly. Millicent snickered.

“Your robes, Miss Parkinson…”

“Oh that. You wouldn’t want us to get our robes dirty, would you Professor?” she asked innocently.

“I…I…” Severus couldn’t get the words out for at that moment Pansy turned to bend down, pretending to fumble with the ties on her shoes as she presented her bottom to the flustered Potions Master. She had chosen her undergarments carefully that evening. A dark green lace push-up bra and its matching thong knickers. Severus felt his cock stand to attention as he looked at Pansy’s round bottom, the sliver of green running up the crack. He could see the dark blonde pubic hairs escaping around the edges of the thong.

He quickly turned his attention to Millicent. It did not help. The girl was robust but in all the right places. She wore a black bustier that had her amble breasts pushed up high, the dark brown areolas peeking over the top. She grinned at Severus, licking her lips.

Pansy straightened up and with a quick wink at her partner, she sauntered towards Severus, her hips rolling in a seductive manner. Sweat starting to bead on his upper lip, Severus could not speak as Pansy hopped up on his desk, raising one long leg up and over his head until she sat directly in front of him, legs spread on either side of him.

Watching in disbelief, he saw Pansy slide a hand down her body, across her taut nipples that were barely hidden in the see through lacy bra and down to her knickers. She slid her fingers under the side of the thong, and Severus saw them disappear into her. He hadn’t noticed Millicent who was now behind him. He almost came out of his chair as he felt her hand on the side of his face, pulling back his hair allowing her access to his ear. Her tongue began exploring there, her hot breath blowing ripples down his body.

Pansy leaned back on the desk, her other hand going up to caress her breasts and her fingers worked faster within her. Millicent began kissing on Severus’ neck, nipping him as she ran her hands over his shoulders.

Breathing hard, Severus knew he was about to lose this battle. He had been celibate too long. Ever since he had rejoined the Death Eaters, he had vowed not to engage in sexual pleasures. One could never be too careful. A lover could just as easily turn out to be a murderer. But Voldemort was dead and he was alive and about to burst.

“Enough!” he snarled, standing to his feet so quickly tMillMillicent lost her balance and fell on her rump. Pansy raised her head, a flicker of alarm on her face. Perhaps they had pushed him too far. That thought was quickly dispelled as Severus leaned over her and with a snarl, captured her mouth with his as his hand tore the knickers from her.

Plunging his tongue in her mouth, they fought for control a moment until Pansy sighed and allowed Severus to date ate as his fingers replaced hers in her sex. Breaking the kiss, Severus turned his head to look at the grinning Millicent still sitting on the floor. “You,” he barked, “continue with what you were doing.” Millicent nodded and quickly scrambled to her feet and began to kiss his neck.

Pansy whimpered as Severus removed his hand, but her smile grew wider as she watched him disrobe. Millicent quickly helped him pull off the robes and accommodated him by pulling his boxers down. Her eyes met Pansy’s after they had both looked at their Professor’s hard cock, swollen and very large.

Severus laughed as he saw the hunger on the girl’s faces. So what if they were the easy picks of the bunch he thought as he plunged into Pansy making her gasp. If the men wanted him to fuck students he was more than happy to oblige, he reasoned as he began thrusting into the girl.

“Did I tell you to stop,” he growled at Millicent who was standing there watchinem wem wide eyed. Millicent began her exploration of Snape’s body, running her hands over his flesh, her tongue tasting every inch she could reach.

“Saucy Slytherin bitch,” he purred as he licked his way up Pansy’s stomach, stopping to nip on her hard nipple through the lace of her bra.

“Oh Professor,” Pansy moaned as she grasped at his arms, her sex clenching him tightly as she began to orgasmevereverus pounded into her faster, his hands gripping her thighs as he grounto nto her. Pansy let out a shriek as she came hard, her body arching up to meet his driving thrusts.

Pulling out suddenly, Severus grabbed Pansy’s arm pulling her off the desk. Her flushed face showed her puzzlement though she was still coming off her orgasmic high.

“Millicent, come here,” Severus ordered. The full figured girl started to jump on the desk. Severus grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, bending her over. He pulled her black pants down and thrust iner wer wet sex. “Parkinson, continue with what Bulstrode was doing,” he commanded.

A sardonic smile crossed his face as Pansy began kissing up his legs as he pleasured the quivering girl under him. He kneaded her full buttocks as his cock stroked inside Millicent, eliciting whimpers from her. Yes, ie mee men wanted him to engage in such activities who was he to argue.

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The changing room was filled with soggy clothes and mud. Rolanda saw the steam coming froe bae back of the room, and heard one of the boys singing loudly, an off colored tune that made the others snort and laugh. She grinned as she headed in the direction of the singer, for she knew whose voice that was. He had the most annoying habit of singing a little ditty whenever he successfully stopped the quaffle.

Adding her wet clothes to the pile in the floor, Rolanda slipped into the shower. Fortunately the tall red head had his eyes closed as he held out a long note, that suddenly got a lot higher, almost a shriek as he felt a hand touch his chest.

“What’s up Ron?” Harry yelled in the shower beside his. “You’re voice surely isn’t changing again,” he teased. Chuckles sounded in the other showers.

Rolanda placed a finger over Ron’s mouth, as he started to stutter. His eyes were wide and he was trying to hold his washcloth over his private area. Flushing he felt himself growing hard as he tried not to look at the flying instructor’s firm body. Damn, he thought. He had heard other of the Quidditch players over the years tease about ‘Rolling Rolanda Hooch’ but he had thought it just a randy joke. Swallowing hard, he looked away.

He felt her press against him as she brushed her lips against his ear. “Keep singing Mr. Weasley,” she told him huskily, “unless you would like me to leave.”

Ron opened his eyes and looked at her, noting the coy smile on her face as she took the washcloth out of his hands. “Look what I found,” she whispered, putting her hands where the washcloth once was. “Pity, you must want me to stop,” she smirked, her fingers exploring Ron’s hardening length, “as I hear no notes coming from your lips.”

“Twas at a big festival last year…” Ron sung, as Rolanda’s hands released his cock and gripped his thighs for support as she knelt on the shower floor. Ron’s voice cracked as he felt her lips exploring his knees, working up his legs as her hands caressed huttouttocks.

“I hear that you are a great wizard, (aaaahh), of the ladies you’re know to be fond. I’ve an urge to find out for my very own self, just how well, (moan), you handle your wand.”

There was a loud chortle from Harry’s shower. “Ron, are you ‘handling’ your wand?”

If you only knew he thought, as he groaned softly as Rolanda’s mouth stroked his cock. His hands gripped at her short hair as he tried to think of the words. “Her hands, lips, (gasp) and thighs made me dizzy, my head and my heart they did spin. To this very day, mortal words can\'t express the ecstasy (groan) that I was in.”

‘Circe’s knickers’ Ron thought as Madam Hooch pulled him entirely into her throat. His last girlfriend, Lavender, had went down on him once or twice, but never like this. She always gagged. Thrusting against her, he felt himself building like he hadn’t before as her tongue licked and swirled. Her hands were still fondling his rear, sending tingles up his spine.

“We made love the rest of that evening and on till the following dawn. (pant)When I cried, ‘I surrender!’ she giggled and said, ‘I’m surprised you lasted this long!” Rolanda’s hand came around to squeeze his testicles.

“Dear Merlin!” Ron cried as he exploded, Rolanda sucking him until he was finished.

“Ron? What are you doing in there?” Harry asked a big grin on his face. He was drying off now and heard clearly Ron’s moans as he stood outside the curtain of the shower.

“Bugger off Potter,” Ron said, his legs trembling as he helped Rolanda to her feet. Rolanda smiled at him and wiped her hand across her mouth. She kissed him softly on the lips. A big grin crossed Ron’s face.

Laughing Harry told Ron to finish whacking off so they could go to dinner.

TBC

PS/NL, RL/LL, FD/BZ/DM next chapter (and no I am not going to go into each encounter with all the participants, I would be writing forever plus I am sure there are a few encounters no one wants to imagine lol)

The song Ron was trying to sing:
The Black Velvet Band
© 1989, 2001 c.e.
words by Isaac Bonewits
music Irish/Australian trad. (\"Black Velvet Band\")
Key of C
Duet: Plain type = male voice, underlined type = female voice.
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds, you\'d think she was queen of the land.
And her hair it hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
\'Twas at a big festival last year, when twilight was dimming the green,
That I met with a ticklesome damsel, the prettiest I\'d ever seen.
Well naturally I flirted with her — to my delight she flirted back.
When I saw what was smoldering in her eyes, I knew I was on the right track.
\"I hear that you are a great wizard, of the ladies you\'re known to be fond.
I\'ve an uto fto find out for my very own self, just how well you handle your wand.\"
She laughed and walked off down the pathway, once the fires within me she\'d fanned.
So far away from my friends and relations, I followed that black velvet band.
Her eyes...
I spread my cape down on the soft grass, to make a snug bed for we two.
\"Oh how sweet, don\'t you know that\'s the very same thing, my darling young Lugh used to do.\"
She pulled my old tunic right off me, \"This isn\'t Cuchullain I\'ve found!
Still, you\'ve only one muscle I\'m after,\" and hauled me down onto the ground.
\"I see you\'re not old Dagda either! Never mind, I suppose it\'s O.K.
Hardly anyone is, and you\'ve more than enough, to give us some fun as we play.\"
Her hands, lips, and thighs made me dizzy, my head and my heart they did spin.
To this very day, mortal words can\'t express the ecstacy that I was in.
Her eyes...
I tried very hard for to please her, to make her forget all those men,
But every time that I thought her quite satisfied, she started all over again!
We made love the rest of that evening andtilltill the following dawn.
When I cried, \"I surrender!\" she giggled and said, \"I\'m surprised that you lasted this long!\"
(Me too!)
\"It\'s a lesson you boys should be learning, though it\'s wisdom that seldom is found;
If you\'re going to be casting such spells on the girls, don\'t call up what you can\'t lay down!
I must say you\'re not a bad lover, nor great — I suppose you were fair.\"
Then she gave me a wink and a kiss, my friends, and vanished into the thin air!
Her eyes...
Now all you Pagan men listen, and hearken unto what I say,
If the Goddess of Love you\'re invoking, [BOTH] You\'d better become a good lay.
Your festival cuddles and frolics, may not turn out quite as you\'ve planned,
If the garland of flowers around her head, should change to a black velvet band!
Her eyes they shine like the diamonds, for She is the Queen of the Land.
And her hair it hangs over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.