Divinations Lessons

Divinations Lessons (1/1)

A/N: un-betaed, so please forgive the bad spelling and grammar.


“Professor, I have a question for you.” Harry stood before his Divinations teacher, hands on hips and a slightly annoyed expression gracing his tanned features. As soon as he saw he had her attention, he pressed on. “Since you see my death so often and so imminently, I was wondering if you would do me the favour of relieving me of my virginity before I die?” He smiled innocently at her. “You see... I don\'t want to die without knowing the touch of a woman, and I thought that you of all people would understand my urgency. I mean, I may break my neck leaving you classroom.” He gave her his patented Puppy Eyed Look™ and waited for her shock to pass.

A rather Slytherinesque smirk, worthy of Salazar himself, passed over her features, almost too fast to register. “Mr Potter, your request is highly irregular, but I foresee many possible situations, depending on your answer to my question: how far do you want this to go?” For the first time ever, Harry was treated to a serious look on the usually batty teacher\'s face.

“As far as you will take it.”

Lust, admiration, and appreciation filled Sybil Trelwany\'s eyes as she looked at her student\'s body. She pulled off her spectacles and blinked rapidly, her eyes coming into focus. She smirked again at the questioning look on the Griffindor\'s face. “I play the batty charlatan as a role to keep the Dark side away. I have only two true prophecies, one of which you were witness to, but it is enough to garner their interest. It\'s all in the name of self-preservation, my boy. I am relatively safe, here in my tower. Now strip.”

Harry smiled, understanding the need for the charade. He knew something was off the moment the woman smirked, but now it was all becoming clear to him. He took a few steps back from the delicate rose-coloured poof his teacher sat on and began taking off his clothes. He didn\'t try to be teasing, frankly because he didn\'t know how to be and he was too nervous besides.

His school robe was the first to go, slipping to the floor in a puddle of black wool. Next were his shoes and socks. He grinned sheepishly at her after hopping on one foot while trying to remove his left sock. He was encourage by her amused smile and the lusty gleam in her eyes. Next was his Griffindor tie, flung over a lampshade, and his shirt. He unbuttoned it slowly, his apprehension showing in fine trembles in his hands. It too slipped to the floor in a crumpled heap of crisp whiteness. He hesitated at his trousers.

The older woman stood and approached him, taking the boy\'s hands in her own and placing them on her waist. She wrapped her arms around Harry\'s neck and shoulders, and leaned in for a soft, chaste kiss. Her lips were dry and warm and barely fluttered against Harry\'s own mouth, before pressing more firmly. She parted her lips a bit and nibbled on Harry\'s bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth before licking it to ask entrance. The boy opened his mouth hesitantly, the tip of his tongue coming out to taste the Seer\'s own lips and tongue; peppermint and lemon.

Sybil took control of the kiss, stroking her tongue along Harry\'s before entering his mouth to taste and explore. He tasted of Earl Grey tea, from their just finished lesson. She teased the roof of his mouth, rewarded by a sharp gasp. His arms tightened around the older witch as shivers went down his spine.

She broke away first, a shudder traversing her body at his throaty groan. She could feel his half-hard erection against her hip, still separated by layers of clothing. “Touch me, Harry.”

The inexperienced boy\'s hands trembled slightly, but she made no comment. He stroked over her hips and up her back, fingers tracing the bony spine, palms cupping her ribs before moving back to her waist. She was a small woman, bony in some places and soft in others. His thumbs curved along the underside of her breasts, one hand moving to hold one. Her chest was small, but enough to warrant a bra. He could feel the lacy garment under her robes and blouse. His thumb feathered over her nipple, feeling it pucker under his touch. His index finger traced the circle of the aureole, and he smiled at her sharp gasp. He liked knowing he was giving her pleasure.

He placed a soft kiss on her collarbone, trailing his lips up her neck, nibbling gently at her pulse point. The throaty groans and whispry sighs escaping her mouth went straight to his groin, and he pressed himself more firmly against her. Sybil drew back from him, placing her finger against his lips to silence his protest. She pushed him back to lean against the table Lavender Brown usually sat at, while she divested herself of her clothing. She toed off her shoes first, standing before him in her bare feet. Then went her teaching robes, falling to the floor to poll around her slim ankles. Next was her plain white blouse and her hair kerchief, then the brown woollen skirt. She stood before the teen in all her matured glory. She was somewhere between mid-thirties and early-forties, but her body didn\'t really show it. She was bony, but not scrawny or starved looking. Her flesh as unmarred by stretch marks or scares. She was beautiful to Harry, and it showed in his eyes. Sybil was a woman and looked as she was meant to.

Her bra came off then and was tossed over her shoulder, her breasts swinging free and bare to his persual. It was then that Harry could no longer hold himself in check. He moved foreward quickly, arms wrapping around her waist, his mouth descending on a ripe, pink nipple. He licked it with the flat of his tongue, teased around it with the barest tip, and sucked it into his mouth. The older woman nearly swooned in his arms, her head falling back and giving him clearer access to her neck and chest. One hand came up to toy with her other nipple, twisting and tugging on it, plucking it into a hard peak. Harry lifted his head to watch what his fingers were doing to her body. She hissed sharply at a gentle pinch and moaned at a soft tug.

She stopped him then, and began tugging on the Golden Boy\'s belt, quickly ridding him of his trousers and undergarments. She looked down at the rather impressive and flattering erection and bit her lip. “Beautiful, Harry. You are perfect the way you are. I foresee jealousy amoung the other boys if they see this.” She gave his cock a playful squeeze, rewarded by a breathy gasp.

Sybil placed a quick kiss on his nose before pushing him to lie back on the table. He complied while watching her easgerly, waiting to see what the sexy woman would do next. She slipped her panties off and climbed over him, crounched on all fours.

“Have you ever seen a woman\'s pussy before, Harry?” He shook his head negatively. “would you like to?” A nod. She crawled up his body until her dripping sex was level with his face. She snaked one hand down to part her nether-lips, revealing the hidden treasure within.

Harry\'s hands came up to her hips, holding her still. He swiped his tongue experimentally across her clitoris. She tasted like nothing he had ever experienced before. He couldn\'t quite decide if the taste turned him on or turned his stomach, but he didn\'t get a chance to find out. “None of that Harry, or I\'ll be forced to take points.” She edged back down his body, positioning herself over his excited prick.

“Of course, Professor.” He grinned up at his Divinations teacher, hands resting lightly on her ribs. She gently took his cock in her hand, and guided the head to the opening of her body, nudging it in the tiniest bit. Harry froze under her, apprehansion and excitement intermingling in his eyes. He watched where their bodies were about to be joined, watched as his member slowly disappeared into her body. He groaned at the tightness gripping him, at the silken, wet heat. His eyes squeezed closed as her tried to prevent his orgasm from coming too soon. She held still, straddling his hips, seemingly knowing his predicament.

At the last moment, she remembered to perform a contraception charm, exhaling and whiping her brow exageratedly. “Close one. I almost forgot to do that.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back. He gasped when she tightened her inner muscles, gripping him tightly and rippling around him. “Whenever I seem distracted in class, or slightly dazed, I\'m practice that muscles contraction. It stengthens the muscles, tightens the passage, and increases the power and frequency of my orgasms.”

Then she began to move, raising and lowering herself on his hard cock, wet suctioning sounds emenating form between them. Harry eventaully got the hang of i, and began punping his hips into her and helping lift her up. She was the one in control though, setting the pace for how fast and how hard, drawing out the experience for him until her skin was buzzing with want and need for release. She leaned over him, braced on her hands and began rocking and bouncing on him, searching for the elusive ecstasy she knew was waiting for her. It was coming towards her, like a shining wve about to break on the shore. And then it hit her and she was rippling and shuddering and shattering around the boy sheathed inside her, and he was coming too, spilling himself inside her body.

They lay together on the table, trying to catch their breath, letting the sweat cool on their bodies. “Two hundred points to Griffindor for the best orgasm in years. You are free to go Mr Potter, as soon as I have enough strength to get off of you.” He laughed then, a joyous and completely masculine laugh that echoed in the empty classroom.


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