Night in Gryffindor Tower

It’s late at night and the dorms were full of the sounds of sleep. Occasionally a smothered moan or gasp covered the tracks of the students not in their own bed, sharing in the excitement and carnal adventures that most of the young men and women enjoyed at Hogwarts.

One such empty bed was that of Hermione Granger. Neither of her dorm mates noticed, each shut away in her own cocoon of lust, curtains closed to the outside world, oblivious to the very real passion that their fellow witch was experiencing not so far away.

In the Common Room, the embers of the dying fire flickered and then roared awake, filling the room with warmth and casting shadows away. With a start, I awoke, having comfortably curled up on a couch, a pillow under my head and a blanket around my waist. Ignoring or perhaps not realising my presence, the 5th year Hermione Granger sat in front of the fire, her thin back to me, covered in a thin white cotton shift. A creak in the direction of the Portrait Hole and I silently cast a Disillusionment Charm hoping to make my way away from whatever I didn’t want to see. As a Seventh Year I was more than aware of my responsibility to the younger years, but was also aware of my own arousal at the sight of the growing young woman in front of me, the light of the fire easily going through her thin clothing, emphasising her blossoming body. As she turned to face the newcomer, the peaks of her nipples, dusky rose under the shift were visible and so close that if I reached out, I could have stroked her body, could have made her moan and shudder under my caresses…

The shadow emerged and formed into the shape of the new Muggle Studies Professor Abigail Turner. She was young, in comparison to the other teachers, but her eyes beheld her experience and her body, often encased in robes and hidden, was currently being stripped bare by eager young hands, roaming over soft skin, thin fingers tracing her collar bone, shifting the heavy material of the young professor’s robes over her shoulders to fall to the floor. With such an eager smile, full of young anticipation and passion that made my heart and loins lurch with lust, Hermione leant forward and took the erect nipple of her teacher’s left breast into her mouth, while her left hand stroked the other breast, she sucked, and then licked and nipped and bit it gently, then as a low growl emitted from Turner’s throat, she left one breast to attack the other with similar ferocity. By this point, Hermione had been yanked out of her gown and was standing a few feet away from me looking like a divine goddess, with her hair a mane of glorious curls, tinged golden by the fire, her nipples hard and her soft breasts pert in the shadow of the fire. Stealing a glance lower, her mons was softly rounded, her cleft easily visible, her pert arse just as gorgeous as I always imagined. Miss Turner was similarly lithe, with slightly larger breasts, and softer waist and hips, now gently grinding into the apex of Hermione’s thighs. Shifting quietly, I undid my trouser button and fly, easing my hard aching cock out of it confines, biting on my lower lip to stop myself from crying out at the pleasure those small strokes gave me. Forcing myself to take it slow, my eyes glued to the action in front of me, I tried to fight the overwhelming desire to fist myself quickly, to come and calm down over forgetting about being a voyeur and becoming a participant in the lust fest in front of me. As Turner grasped the young soft globes of flesh in front of her and leant down, squeezing them together to lick and suck at them at the same time, eliciting a low moan and gasp from Hermione, both were so intent on their desire that my strangled cry as I came over my hand, surprising myself almost with how quickly the desire shot to my groin and through me, went unnoticed.

Only a little calmer now than I had been, I left my cock well enough alone, determined to not come again until they had. Clenching my fists on my thighs, I watched as the Professor laid Hermione down in front of the fire, sideways so the silhouette of the women in front of me was still visible. Turner lay herself gently on top of Hermione, resting one of her thighs on the smaller girls crotch, her hair falling in waves over one shoulder. Almost cradling the younger girl, Abigail leant forward and drew the girl into a soft kiss that deepened into a groin soaking flood of desire, with slim fingers dancing across soft skin, stroking sensitive spots, both grinding into each other, fingers buried in hair bringing them closer, claiming themselves more and more enraptured with each other. It was when Hermione pulled out the kiss with dark lust filled eyes and a hoarse voice, staring into her teacher’s eyes as she said ‘Fuck me, Abigail. Please, fuck me hard’ that I decided I was a lost cause.

However, as soon as Abigail leant back, to put her fingers to good use, Hermione sat up, and said, ‘Actually, first…let me try something…?’ Abi’s eyes widened in understanding and quickly swapped places with the girl, lying on the floor with her thighs wide apart, her knees bent. Hermione nearly mewled at the sight of her teacher’s wet pussy, and eagerly sank to the floor to rise to the challenge. Tentatively she stuck her tongue out and licked up along the crease from the soaking entrance up to the bundle of nerves at the top. When Hermione’s inexperienced tongue stroked her clitoris Abi nearly jumped in the air, her hips jerked and she shuddered, gasping. ‘More please baby, more.’ Incoherent babble erupted from the woman’s lips as Hermione went to task, using her lips and tongue and teeth to eat her out, pushing her tongue deep as she could inside her soaked hole, swirling her tongue around the nub of her clit, sucking and licking, and nipping at the sensitive skin until Abigail looked ready to pass out from the sheer sensation coursing through her. Hermione used her fingers, once, stoking around the sensitive nub, blew a soft breath across it and took it in her mouth whole sucking it with her lips and then Abigail came with Hermione’s face buried in her pussy, her hips arching and with her own arm smothering her cries as orgasm was wrenched from her.

I was hard as a fucking rock and wanted nothing more than to pound myself into Hermione’s tight warm wet cunt. I was so hard I could feel the blood loss, and the dizzying scent of pussy in the air was doing nothing but solidifying the fact that I should be buried hilt deep inside soaking, aching young body. Soon.

The young professor’s body gleamed with sweat from her exertions and Hermione was kneeling panting too with a layer of juices covering her mouth and cheeks. As Abi opened her eyes, Hermione looked at her with a small satisfied grin and smirked. Abi burst out laughing, trying to smother her mirth at the look on Hermione’s face. ‘Huh, I’ll give you something to smirk about Miss Granger. Now it’s your turn.’ With that she sat up, grabbed Hermione by the waist and rolled over her, claiming her mouth and licking her own essence off her face, then quickly making a path of bite marks and searing kisses across the slim body under her, from her neck to her collar bone, punishing the young sensitive nubs of Hermione’s nipples before grasping the girl’s hips and pulling her into position. Abi was lying on her back with Hermione’s pussy in her face, eating her out, while Hermione sat facing me, squeezing and pulling at her breasts, grinding her cunt into Abi’s face, her hips flexing and jerking, while I squeezed my balls and bit my tongue in an intense desire to come when she did and not earlier.

Hermione looked ready to explode, nearly unable to control her moans when there was a patter of footsteps coming from the girls’ dorms, and a gentle call of ‘Hermione?’ Hermione’s eyed widened and she gave a startled shriek in panic. Ginny! Shit. Ginny Weasley, clad in tiny red shorts and a white vest top appeared in the doorway, and faced with a red faced naked Hermione, clutching her nightdress around her and a harried looking Professor Turner, smirked and said, ‘You started without me, didn’t you? I said I’d come as soon as I could, I had to sort out Harry first, that’s all…’ Her vest top did nothing to hide her breasts, or her shorts her slim legs, and for a moment, for the first time in a long time, I envied Harry Potter. But then, Ginny sat in front of me, facing Hermione, gently pulled away at the damp nightdress and leant forward, kissing the girl full on the mouth, pushing herself on top of the older girl, swiftly and surely pushing her long fingers inside her friend’s sopping wet cunt, with long strokes, while her thumb rubbed her clit. Abi visibly gulped and I didn’t blame her at all, this was all becoming too much for me and I was sure that I was going to die a very happy man, but a young one, with a huge hard on and a heart attack.

Abi waved her wand and Ginny was naked on top of Hermione. The Professor then crawled over to the young student and used her own fingers to quickly bring the girl to orgasm, tweaking her clit and sliding long fingers deep inside her wet hole. The shuddering cries of Ginny being finger fucked by her teacher was too much for Hermione and she clenched her tight cunt around Ginny’s fingers, arched her back and came, desperately trying to smother her long cries, moans of complete ecstasy. The three lay together for a few minutes, murmuring words to each other, possibly plans for another rendezvous later in the week, and then the two girls kissed Professor Turner and scampered back to their dorm rooms.

Abi cast a cleansing charm over the whole area in front of the fireplace and an air freshening charm. She took a deep breath and frowned. Crap.

Casting a wary eye over the whole room, Abi cast Finite Incantatem, and I waited with bated breath and a very real fear that I would be expelled or worse for having watched them all night.

The Professor’s face when she saw me sitting a few feet away, clearly having been wanking to the show going on earlier was a total surprise. I expected anger or shock or fear, not the dark lust in her eyes, and the desire in her lick of her lips. My cock twitched, in complete anticipation, and I was forcing myself to not come. This was the most excruciating painful experience of my entire life, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Especially when she strode up to me, straddled my hips and sank her hot, wet, gorgeous, soaking, delicious, oh Merlin, oh fucking god, this is fucking perfect, yes, her luscious soaking pussy was wrapped around my cock and I couldn’t think of anywhere or anything I would rather do. Taking a deep breath, then faced with her gently bouncing tits I left one hand on her hips and squeezed one breast while licking and sucking and biting on the other, then swapping. Having watched these tits for hours, I worshipped them, all the while driving my cock deep inside the Professor, while she ran her hands through my hair, over my shoulders, and then lifted my chin up to look at me. ‘I expect you in detention every night this week, with me, at 8 o’clock young man. Expect similar punishment as you’ve had today for your misdemeanours.’ She squeezed her muscles wrapped around my cock hard and rode me hard, and as she came, smothering her cries while biting down on my shoulder, I shuddered as I came, finally, finally, deep inside her clenching, soaking, gorgeous body. I held on to her tight, riding out the waves of pleasure and contentment, until she pushed away, quickly cleaning up and dressing herself, and was nearly out of the door before she said, ‘Till tomorrow. Remember.’

I don’t know how I managed to get to bed that night, or rather, early in the morning. But that was the best night’s sleep I’d had in years, and with the best dreams a guy could ask for.
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