A World for Witches
Chapter 1 - A Brave New World
Harry was in awe. Not only had he only hours earlier discovered that he was a wizard, and that his parents had not in fact been killed in a car crash, but he was now walking along a very busy, vibrant street packed with the oddest-looking people, with the oddest-looking things. Moreover, he was walking next to a very stern looking Scottish woman who had whisked him away from his dreary life at 4 Privet Drive. She had reprimanded Petunia and Vernon pretty fiercely before asking him to come with her. He had of course accepted.
Harry had learnt that she was Minerva McGonagall Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been her school who had been sending all of those letters. Harry was already very grateful to her.
She cut an imposing figure, standing at almost six foot tall. Her greying hair betrayed her age, but she moved swiftly and with purpose and confidence. She was clearly still very much in shape and was obviously a woman assured in her own power.
They had already been to Gringotts, where Harry had become aware of his vast wealth in the Magical world. Then McGonagall had dropped him off with a very handsy Madame Malkin, whilst she went to get him a present, which turned out to be a beautiful snowy owl. From there Harry had experienced the strangeness of Ollivander, who had a habit of constantly speaking obtusely. Though from the curious look on McGonagall's face, it seemed to Harry that she knew what he was talking about. McGonagall had told him that his books were already in his room at the Leaky Cauldron, so a trip to Flourish and Blotts was not necessary.
By the end of their shopping spree, it was evening and so McGonagall guided Harry back to the Leaky Cauldron for dinner. "I thought I might find you three here," she smirked at a table of three witches in the corner.
"You know us too well, Minnie," one of the three said.
"That I do, Alice," Minerva replied, as she guided Harry over to the table. "Are you three going up tomorrow?"
"Yeah," said one of the two black haired-witches at the table, though this one had straight black hair in a bob, as opposed to the tumble of curls that the other possessed. "We're doing the usual routine."
"I wonder why," said Minerva, in a manner that suggested she was implying something. Harry had no clue what was being implied. "This is Harry," McGonagall then said, patting him gently on the back.
"Hi," Harry said politely, almost wilting under the hungry stares from all three women.
"These three will be some of your professors," McGonagall said. "This is Alice Prewett, Charms Professor, that is Andromeda Black, Professor of Potions and the grumpy one in the back is Bellatrix Black, our esteemed Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor," she introduced them. Alice, a gorgeous brunette with a round face and a large bust, and Andromeda, the straight-haired black woman, both smiled warmly and waved at Harry. Bellatrix simply glared at McGonagall.
"Don't mind my sister, she's just anti-social," Andromeda said to Harry. Bellatrix growled lowly at that, garnering an eye-roll from Andromeda, Alice and McGonagall.
"I hope you'll take to Charms as your mother did, Harry," Alice said, smiling softly at the boy.
"I'll try," Harry politely responded, still finding it strange that so many people knew his parents.
"We'll leave you three to your pints," McGonagall said. "I'll see you after we've had a meal and I've put this one to bed," she told them.
McGonagall steered Harry away to a table for two on the opposite side of the room, where the two sat opposite each other.
"What will it be?" asked a diminutive creature, that Harry had already been told was a house-elf.
"A roast for two, a scotch for me and water for the boy," McGonagall quickly answered. The elf disappearing in a flash. And then in a flash again, a cup of water and a glass of scotch was on their table. "How do you like the magical world so far?" she asked Harry, as she took a sip of her drink.
"I love it," Harry enthused. "It's very odd still, but there's so much cool stuff! I can't wait to start learning how to do magic!" he exclaimed with the enthusiasm that only a younger person can muster.
McGonagall smiled affectionately at him. "I've still got some things to tell you, Harry," she said. "You see things work a little differently in the Magical world than they do in the Muggle one. Have you ever heard of Merlin and Morgana?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "Are you telling me they're real?"
"They're very real, Harry," she informed him, enjoying his shocked expression. "And over a thousand years ago, they had an epic battle. In the stories you know, Morgana lost, but in reality, she won. And with her victory came a new era in the magical Britain, one where Witches rule, and that still exists today," she explained.
"So, witches are in charge?" Harry asked for clarification. He had no idea why the thought made him feel all funny inside.
"No, Harry, Witches are in charge," She replied, emphasising the first syllable with a 'wh' sound.
"I don't understand."
"There are two types of what you would call witches, one pronounced as Witch, and one as witch," she explained. "Soon you will learn to tell the difference."
"Ok," Harry nodded, but he was still unsure.
"Does it bother you that Witches are in charge?" Harry shook his head in response. "Good," McGonagall smiled. "Now that leads us to your parents," she said sensitively.
Harry leaned forward eager to hear every word now. "A couple of decades ago, a man by the name of Lord Voldemort, a very powerful wizard, rose up and tried to overthrow the system. He saw himself as a descendant of Merlin, who was destined to 'correct' the balance of things. Your parents of course disagreed with this and in the war, he killed them, the night that he gave you that scar," McGonagall expounded. "But your mother saved you, Harry. She sacrificed herself for you and in so doing when he tried to turn his wand on you, he failed and perished," she recounted.
"That's why people know who I am?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Harry, your tale is one of legend in the magical world," she told him. "That's why I wanted you raised in the Muggle world, away from such prying eyes. I know it may not have been so easy, but I still think it was the right thing for you," she told him.
"Do I have to go back there?" Harry asked.
"We will see, Harry," she said. "But now let's eat and talk of more pleasant things," she changed the subject as their food arrived. "Which house do you think you'll be sorted in?"
McGonagall had dropped Harry off at his room and insisted that he get a good night's rest, and had somehow resisted the urge to take him then and there. Every part of her was screaming that she rip his clothes from his slim body and pound him into the bed. But she resisted. She knew that it was not yet the right time. Luckily for her, there were others who could help at least quell some of those desires for a time.
She knocked loudly on the wooden door before and smirked as a head poked around the edge of the frame. "Oh, Minerva," Andromeda greeted, opening the door a little wider so that Minerva could enter.
"I see you've already started," Minerva smirked as she watched Bellatrix pound Alice Prewett from behind. The curly-haired Witch was gripping Alice's large breasts firmly as her hips slammed back and forth.
"Manage to put the boy to bed without gaping his hole?" Bellatrix taunted.
"Yes, Bella, because some of us possess restraint. And did you really have to be so grumpy earlier? You probably terrified the poor boy," McGonagall asked as she started the process of getting naked.
"That's what you pay me for," she smirked.
"I don't think that's in your job description, Bella," McGonagall, clearly unimpressed.
"Stop being a spoil sport," Bella chided the now naked Scottish woman.
"I have half a mind to come over there and take you over my knee like I did when you were a student," she threatened. Andromeda snorted loudly at that, and Alice giggled at Bellatrix's expense, which only got her a firm swat to her ass.
"Sorry," Bellatrix mumbled, suitably chastened.
"Good girl," McGonagall said, as if she was talking to a student. "Now Andromeda would you be a dear and get me ready for your sister," she requested.
"It would be my pleasure," Andromeda said as she dropped to her knees before her boss and admired her shaft. It was not only a magnificent twelve inches, but it was also thick. Though Andromeda had been on the end of it countless times since she first joined Hogwarts as a student, she would never tire of its beauty.
"Stop gazing at it and stick it in your mouth," McGonagall snapped impatiently.
"Sorry, mistress," Andromeda mumbled, before she did as she was told, plunging her lips down McGonagall's impressive shaft. Mistress was the term that all who attended the school either as students or staff used in the bedroom with Headmistress McGonagall, even on the rare occasion she allowed them to fuck her. It was her right as Headmistress to rule over her dominion in such a manner. And she did so with an iron fist and a rock-hard cock.
"How was… your fortnight… with the Delacours?" Alice just about managed to get out as Bellatrix pounded her.
"It was lovely," McGonagall reviewed as she placed a hand on Andromeda's head. "Apolline was as accommodating as ever, as was her eldest daughter, Fleur."
"Her pussy still as tight as you said it was last year?" Bellatrix asked crudely.
"It certainly was," McGonagall replied, briefly reminiscing about her daily trysts with the beautiful young Veela, not to mention her parents. "Don't get too jealous now, Bella," she teased.
"I'm not jealous," Bellatrix huffed. "I prefer ass anyway."
"That's why you always get my daughter to morph a twat for you!" Andromeda rebutted.
"That was one time!" Bellatrix protested.
"It was more than tha-"
"You've got a job to do, slut," McGonagall growled at Andromeda, as she shoved her cock deep into the woman's throat. Though Andromeda was not only a grown woman but also a mother, McGonagall still had the remarkable ability to make her feel like a little girl. Her cock was rock-hard at said feeling.
Bellatrix cackled at her sister being roughly forced to deepthroat Minerva's substantial shaft. "I don't know what you're cackling at, this cock's going in your ass in a minute," she snapped at the eldest Black sister. "So, if you wanna cum in an ass, I'd hurry up."
That immediately shut Bellatrix up, who focused all of her attention on the deliciously fat bottom before her. She moved her hands from Alice's tits onto her hips and slammed her full length back inside the Charms Professor. Grunting from the exertion, Bella shifted her thrusts from long and deep, to short and sharp, indicating that she was close to finishing.
"Oh, please give me your cum, Bella!" Alice begged. "Dump your perfect jizz deep in my fat ass!"
That just about did it for Bella. "Oh, fuck! You nasty slut!" Bellatrix cried as she rammed herself home one last time before indeed depositing her cream deep inside of Alice's rotund ass.
"That's my cue," McGonagall said to Andromeda as she buried her cock to the hilt in the middle Black sister's throat. Andromeda's nose was pressed into the thin line of grey hairs ran up from the base of McGonagall's cock. Minerva held onto Andromeda's head tightly, not letting her budge, until a few seconds after she placed a hand on Minerva's thigh, indicating that she was out of oxygen. Minerva released the back of her head and Andromeda shot her head back, coughing and spluttering as her lungs filled back up with much needed oxygen. She looked up at McGonagall towering above her, her eyes ablaze with lust, despite the rough treatment. "Go and clean up your sister and Alice," McGonagall instructed. Andromeda nodded and scampered up onto the bed, her cock flapping between her legs.
She first went for Bellatrix, eagerly cleaning up her elder sister's shaft of her cum and Alice's ass juices. But then she moved onto Alice, burying her face in her full ass and greedily slurping up Bella's load.
Once her sister had cleaned her now soft shaft of detritus, Bella set her feet down on the carpeted floor and bent over, knowing that is exactly how Minerva would want her. "Good girl," McGonagall praised her as she moved behind her. "I've missed you, Bella," she said sincerely, as she pressed her face into the mane of black curls that was Bellatrix's hair and breathed in her scent.
"I've missed you too, mistress," Bella replied quietly. She whimpered softly as McGonagall pushed her cock into her ass, slowly gliding it forward, a couple inches at a time. When it was fully inside McGonagall pressed her mouth into Bella's neck by her ear.
"You been ok this summer?" she asked.
"I have," Bellatrix nodded.
"Really?"
"I promise," Bellatrix affirmed, turning her head and letting McGonagall kiss her.
"Then you ready to get fucked like a proper whore?"
"Certainly, mistress," Bellatrix grinned.
McGonagall straightened back up, grabbed Bella by her creamy hips and slowly withdrew her cock from Bella's tight depths. Then she moved back in the opposite direction, quicker this time. It took barley a minute of this for her to build up to a substantial speed, her balls slapping hard against Bellatrix's own.
Bellatrix was moaning and groaning in bliss, as her boss' cock repeatedly slammed its way into her depths. Her walls stretched around the substantial shaft, and she could feel every bump and vein of Minerva's cock as it speared her again and again. She really had missed Minerva over the summer, not least because of her perfect cock and the virtuosity with which she fucked.
Meanwhile, Andromeda and Alice were in a classic sixty-nine, except they were ignoring each other's cock, and were instead focused on each other's asses. Andromeda was still mining Alice's depths for more cum with her tongue, whilst Alice was preparing Andromeda's ass for Minerva's cock, as she knew the Headmistress would want it at some point. I mean who wouldn't?
McGonagall unceremoniously yanked her shaft from Bellatrix's ass, leaving the girl to whine and whimper at the sudden emptiness. "Alice, get into my favourite position," she commanded the Charms professor. Andromeda scrabbled off Alice, allowing the woman to lie on her back on the edge of the bed, her ass hanging off.
Minerva took hold of her chunky thighs and bent them back. This was her favourite position because she loved to watch Alice's massive tits and the excess weight around her stomach jiggle back and forth as she fucked her. Seeing her incredibly fat ass ripple with every thrust was a close second, but McGonagall also liked to see the glassy look of pleasure in Alice's green eyes.
Alice squealed as McGonagall buried her entire length inside of her ass with one firm thrust. It made a loud squelching noise as it went in and found some of Bella's earlier load that had been too deep for Andromeda's hungry tongue.
McGonagall gazed at Alice's body displayed before her as she fucked the woman hard. Alice was holding onto her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them as they bounced on her chest. Her stomach wobbled with each thrust, as her cock dribbled pre-cum onto her belly button.
Alice herself was near her orgasm. Bella's earlier pounding, plus Andromeda's marauding tongue had pushed her close, and now McGonagall's thickness was pushing her over the edge. "Oh, I'm gonna cum, mistress! Please don't stop!" she cried.
"That's it, cum for me!" Minerva growled. She let go of Alice's legs and leaned forward over the woman. One hand held onto her waist, the other gripped the woman's throat. "You gonna cum just from my cock in your ass, huh?" she taunted. "Cum for me like the fat fucking slut you are!"
"Ahhhhhh!" Alice screamed as McGonagall's harsh words pushed her over the edge. Her cock erupted, firing her load over McGonagall's and her own stomach and chest. One rope of jizz even smacked her in the chin. Her ass gripped Minerva's hard shaft tightly, as her eyes rolled back.
Once Alice's orgasm had mostly subsided Minerva kissed the woman tenderly, before whispering sweetly into her ear; "You're so beautiful, Alice." Though Minerva knew that Alice liked being humiliated about her weight during sex, she always made sure that Alice knew that she only saw her as stunning, which she was.
"Thank you, mistress," Alice always blushed at McGonagall's sweet post-coital words.
McGonagall pulled out of Alice and moved onto Andromeda, who had been patiently waiting, bent over the bed as her sister was her hands spreading her ass cheeks in preparation. McGonagall was quick to ram her cock inside of Andromeda's saliva lubed hole. But after only a few thrusts she wrapped her arms under Andromeda's armpits and around her shoulders and pulled her up. Then she frogmarched the squeaking woman over to her sister. "You know what to do," McGonagall whispered in her ear.
Andromeda did of course know what to do. She gently grasped her own cock and placed it at her sister's gaping entrance. Then she pressed forward and moaned loudly as McGonagall's hips followed. Andromeda would never grow tired of the unique sensation of both filling an ass and having her own filled. Particularly, when either or both of her sisters were involved.
"After all these years you still love fucking your sister, don't you?" McGonagall teased as she reached around Andromeda to grip Bellatrix's hips and thrust forward.
"Yes, mistress," Andromeda moaned as she allowed herself to be fucked into her older sister.
"I wanna watch you kiss," McGonagall said, still as excited by the sight now as she had been when she first witnessed it three decades ago.
Andromeda draped herself over her sister, who had turned her head, and passionately kissed her. All the while, her ass was still being roughly used by the Hogwarts Headmistress. Andromeda knew that she was not going to last very long, not with her sister's full lips against her own, her tight ass around her cock and McGonagall's magnificence plundering her own hole. "I'm gonna cum," she whined.
"Cum in your sister's slutty ass, like a good incest whore," McGonagall snarled. She too was getting to the end of her endurance.
"Oh, Morgana," Andromeda moaned simply, as pleasure flooded her body. She collapsed onto her sister's back as her cock spurted her load into Bella's bowels. She simply lay there in bliss, her ass squeezing McGonagall's cock as she was used like a rag doll.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum too!" McGonagall warned, Andromeda's gripping ass having pushed he over the edge. She pulled her cock from Andromeda's ass and took a step back. "On your knees, sluts!" she commanded. Bellatrix, Andromeda and a still cum covered Alice all knelt next to each other before McGonagall, faces turned upwards, mouths open and tongues out as she jerked off her cock. "Fuuuuuck!" she cried as her cock blasted several ropes of gooey cum all over the three beautiful upturned faces before her. Bellatrix got the first two ropes, one of which forced her right eye shut. Then Alice's face and breasts took a rope, before Andromeda's own pureblood features got covered in the viscous liquid. "You all look so much better when you're caked in my cum," McGonagall laughed as she admired her handiwork.
The three women were soon kissing and snogging, sharing the cum between them.
McGonagall did not leave that room for her own for another three hours. By which point she was well and truly exhausted. But before crashing into her own bed, she made a quick pit-stop by Harry's room.
She opened his door as quietly as she could and peeked in. She could just about make out his pale face in the darkness, illuminated only by the light in the hallway. She stared at him for a few seconds, wistfully envisioning what her first time taking him would feel like, before she closed the door again, and headed back to bed.
Luckily for her, she would not have to wait very long.
It had been a wild few weeks for Harry. Since the first day that McGonagall had introduced him to the Wizarding World, he had been allowed almost free reign in Diagon Alley. The only condition was that he be back at The Leaky Cauldron by 19:00 for dinner with McGonagall, who seemed to have taken a special interest in him. For reasons Harry assumed were to do with his parents, an innocent deduction.
They would sit together over dinner as she asked him about his day and then quizzed him on the first few chapters of his subject books. She was keen to instil a work ethic in him early. And Harry would question her about the particularities of Magical life. Though unbeknownst to him, she was keeping one rather large secret from him.
They continued said routine until the morning of September 1st when McGonagall woke Harry up bright and early and escorted him to Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross Station. Wherein he lay eyes upon the gleaming Hogwarts Express for the first time.
The platform was bustling with children and parents, not to mention toads, cats, owls and a miasma of other animals. McGonagall glided along the platform, an arm around Harry, taking him along with her.
"How's the Minister's life?" McGonagall asked a very well-dressed blonde woman, with her husband and child.
"As challenging as always, Minerva," she replied tersely.
"I'm sure it is, what with the Prophet reporting what it is at the moment," McGonagall replied. Harry did not need to be an expect in Magical society or politics to know that this was a rather tense exchange. He smiled somewhat awkwardly at the blonde boy standing proudly next to her. He smiled back.
"I wouldn't believe everything you read in a newspaper, Minerva."
"I only believe some of it, Narcissa," McGonagall shot back. "Well we best be off," McGonagall ended the conversation.
"Wish my sisters the best for me."
"Of course," McGonagall matched her fake smiled and then dragged Harry along.
"What was that about?" Harry asked once they were several steps away.
"Much ado about nothing, Harry," she smiled down at him. Harry simply shrugged.
He had made some friends on the journey up to Scotland, and some friends in Scotland. However, they would not help him now. Not when he was being frogmarched by an irritated McGonagall straight to her office.
"What were you playing at?" McGonagall asked Harry, her voice steely, betraying her irritation.
"He stole Neville's Remembrall," Harry said quietly, talking to his knees and not to the Witch leaning against her desk just before him. The thought of disappointing McGonagall horrified Harry to no end. She had already become an important maternal figure in his life – his first.
"Did he now," McGonagall said, quickly softening. "And why did he do that?" she asked.
"Pansy made him, I think," Harry replied, finally looking up at McGonagall, their green eyes meeting. Where Harry's were a bright Emerald, Minerva's were a darker, forest green.
"That doesn't surprise me," McGonagall muttered, having already been made aware, by Bellatrix, of Pansy's leadership status amongst her peers in Slytherin house. "Maybe I've been too quick to judge, but you should have allowed Madam Hooch to return and deal with the situation," she told him. Harry nodded silently. "Anyway I do have somewhat of an opportunity for you, but that will come later, for now there is one more thing I need to tell you about the Magical world, Harry," she said.
Harry looked up, now very interested he knew he was not about to be scolded. "Some Witches are born with a gift, it's referred to as Aphrodite's gift, but I imagine it dates to back before the Ancient Greeks. Regardless, it is from these Witches that most of the Magical elite are formed," she explained.
"What's the gift?" Harry asked curiously.
"This," McGonagall said dramatically as she flourished her wand and banished the lower half of her clothing to a neat pile in the corner of the room. Harry's jaw dropped as his eyes fixed upon what he assumed was the Witches' gift, a very large cock. "There is a hierarchy in this world; wizards at the bottom, and then witches without a gift and then us, Witches with a gift, who are demarked in writing with a capital 'W' and with the slight difference in pronunciation I already told you, an important thing to remember," McGonagall lectured.
"How do I tell the difference without, erm, them being, you know, naked?" Harry asked.
"You should be able, now you know the secret, to see an aura around me, to sense it, this will tell you. It feels different between Witches and witches," she explained.
"I can!" Harry exclaimed.
"Moreover, when a wizard offends a witch of either kind, or a witch without one of these, offends one with one, penance must be paid," she expounded. "That is how punishments are doled out in this school. But do not worry Harry, any Witch that abuses such a privilege will be punished severely," she reassured him.
"So, because I'm in trouble, I have to erm…"
"Worship me, yes Harry," McGonagall smiled. "Do you not want to?"
Harry paused and thought about it for a second. It did look magnificent. There was something about its veiny and brutish but unmistakably feminine look, that made Harry feel odd in his tummy. Like when he thought about being under a Witch's control.
There was also a bead of liquid forming at the slit of McGonagall's cock, and before Harry knew it, he had dropped to his knees in front of her and stuck his tongue out. It tasted nice; Harry concluded. It was tangy, but nice. "I thought as much," McGonagall smirked. "But there are words you generally say beforehand, if you're offering forgiveness of your own volition, or if the Witch requests it," she said. "Repeat after me; I, Harry Potter…"
"I, Harry Potter," Harry repeated, gently grasping McGonagall's shaft in one hand.
"Seek penance for my error…"
"Seek penance for my error…"
"So I gift to you my body, my whole body…"
"So I gift you my body, my whole body…"
"For your use…"
"For your use…"
"And do beseech that you forgive me…"
"And do beseech that you forgive me…"
"And then I will say, I accept your gift, now worship my shaft like a good boy," McGonagall said.
Harry started by gently kissing the tip of McGonagall's cock, before moving down the side, kissing his way down the entire length of its magnificence. When he reached the base, he switched sides and made his way back up, exploring every bump and ridge with his tongue as he did so. Once he reached the tip, he took the first couple of inches into his mouth and did what came naturally. "That's it, suck on it for me," McGonagall encouraged him, one hand running gently through his messy black hair. "And don't forget to use your tongue… oh, that's it yeah, just swirl it around the tip. Good boy," she encouraged him, though he did not need much encouragement. He was quickly taking to it.
He loved the feeling of her shaft throbbing in his mouth. He also enjoyed her moans and gasps whenever he did something he particularly liked. He respected her massively, she was his introduction to this whole new world and he was desperate to make her feel as good as possible and to make her proud.
Realising that she probably wanted him to take all of her in his mouth, he did not know how he knew this he just did, he began to bob his head back and forth along her shaft, taking more and more of her into his orifice. "Going for it already," she commented. "Driving forward with daring and courage, like any true Gryffindor when dealing with a large snake," McGonagall joked.
By this point, Harry had reached the maximum length that he could fit into his mouth before hitting his gag reflex. He backed off, spluttering as he did so, having triggered the reflex. "When the tip reaches your throat, you're gonna swallow," McGonagall said. "That way I'll just slip in."
Harry tried again, slowly moving his mouth up her shaft until he reached the six-inch mark again, but this time he took McGonagall's advice and swallowed, thus opening up his throat for her to slip into.
McGonagall threw her head back in bliss as the first couple of inches of her shaft slipped into Harry's throat, it was easily the tightest throat she had felt in years. At that moment she realised that Harry was made for taking cock.
As McGonagall was coming to such a realisation, Harry was advancing. He had managed to just about get ten of McGonagall's inches into his mouth before coming to a halt. McGonagall glanced down at him, and a shiver ran through her body as she saw his mouth almost comically agape around her thick shaft and his eyes tearing up from trying to take more. "Let me help you," she said as she took his head with both hands and tried to cram more of herself into his throat. But he had reached his limit, at least for now, and so once he placed his palms on her thighs she released him.
Coughing and spluttering Harry gazed up at McGonagall. "I want to take it all," he said, determination in his voice.
"You will address me as mistress when we fuck, Harry," she smiled down at him.
"I want to take it all, mistress," he corrected.
"I certainly appreciate a thorough little slut," she beamed. Harry straightened back up and began the long journey back down to the base of her cock. Once again Harry managed to take the first ten inches, but then got stuck. Bringing her hands back to his head, McGonagall instructed him; "Now take a deep breath through your nose and relax your throat… that's it, there goes another inch… almost there…" Harry almost made it this time before he had to come up for more air, spluttering once again as he did. "You so almost had it, dear," McGonagall said. "Let's try one more time," Harry nodded in agreement, his eyes focused on his goal. "All the way back down… good boy… almost there again," she encouraged as her eleventh inch burrowed its way into his majestic throat. "I'm going to give you a big boost," she told. She increased the firmness of her grip on his head, holding him in place and then thrust forward with an almighty grunt with her hips. "You've done it!" she celebrated as she felt his nose press against her grey pubic hairs. "Such a good boy," she told him. Though he could not smile, she could see how delighted he was with himself from his watery eyes. "Now just stay there as I fuck this throat," McGonagall growled, her body begging her to destroy the cute slut's throat.
She pulled about five inches out of Harry's throat before slamming herself back in. Then she set a punishing pace, brutally spearing the boy's mouth and throat on her cock for her own debauched pleasure. She could see her cock in his throat from the outside every time she buried it inside him. She would never normally go this hard on such a young student, but she simply could not help herself. And Harry's body was clearly made for it, just as James and Lily's had been before him.
Eventually though Harry needed a quick break, he pulled off of McGonagall gasping for air, but she was back on him in a flash. Gripping his hair, she turned his head upwards and smacked him in the face with her shaft. "You love this cock, don't' you?"
"Yes, mistress!" Harry affirmed.
"I'm gonna dump a load down this filthy throat!" she declared. "Open wide, arms behind your back, I want no more interruptions," she told him sternly. Harry nodded his understanding. "Good boy," she said as she grabbed his head again and slammed herself home. She then kept up an unrelenting rhythm, stopping for absolutely nothing.
Tears streamed down Harry's face and oxygen was getting short but he was determined to see it through. Meanwhile, McGonagall was aware of nothing except the delicious sensation of Harry's velvety throat around her cock. "Oh fuck," she groaned as she neared the edge. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuck!" she let out a wild scream as she planted her entire length in Harry's throat and released the contents of her balls straight into his stomach.
Once her intense bliss ended, she stumbled a couple steps back and leant against her desk for support. "That was the greatest debut performance ever," she told Harry, who beamed proudly up at her. "You're going to be special," she said. "But now let's test your other hole, strip for me," she requested. She could of course have simply banished his clothes but she wanted to see his beautiful form be revealed bit by bit. And she was not disappointed.
She looked on hungrily as Harry revealed his cute chest, topped of course by the most adorable pair of pink nipples she had seen. Then came his usually flat tummy, which was now slightly distended from all of the cum she pumped into him. "I think I left you a present," she said indicating to his tummy. Harry giggled proudly and stuck it out, patting it softly. McGonagall moaned at that action. She moaned again once he took off his trousers, leaving him in only some light-grey underwear. She closed the gap between them and ran her hands all over his youthful, hairless body, before gently teasing his underwear down. "You have the cutest cock," she told him, as she teased his three-inch shaft. "Witches will love playing with this."
"Really?" asked a surprised Harry.
"Oh yes," she assured him. "Witches love a small cock on a wizard, which is good for us, because they all have them," Harry giggled cutely at that. "But they'll want to play with this ass more," she added, as she patted and squeezed the softest pair of cheeks she had ever felt and then slapped them lightly, fascinated by their little jiggle. "Ok, bend over the desk and let me get you ready," she instructed.
Harry bent over the mahogany desk, his hands on the table, and closed his eyes. "You perfected the cleaning charm yet?" McGonagall asked. The cleaning charm was the first thing first years learnt, though many magic-raised children knew it already; it made going to the toilet a lot cleaner and easier.
"I did it perfectly on my first go," Harry said pridefully.
"I'm sure you did," McGonagall laughed as she spread open his cheeks and gazed at his very cute wrinkled hole. It winked playfully at her, before she attacked it with her tongue.
"Ooooh," Harry moaned loudly as his virginial hole was explored by the Headmistress' tongue. She twirled her tongue round his hole several times, exploring its outer edges. She knew that she would not be able to squeeze any in, but that was what her fingers were for, which she soon added to the mix. Wetting them thoroughly in her mouth first, she soon slipped the first one into Harry's ass. "Oh, mistress that feels weird," Harry said.
"It'll feel good in a sec, just relax," McGonagall reassured him. She gently sawed her index finger in and out of his ass, feeling it slowly adjust to her digit. The sound of pleasure soon emanated through Harry's moans making McGonagall smile. That was also the cue for her to add a second finger, which she did. She knew that she would have to use three fingers in order to get her cock inside of him at all. But she remained patient, gently moving her fingers inside of him, until she felt the resistance lessen. Only once she could manoeuvre her fingers with ease, did she add her third, to even louder moans from Harry. "Does that feel good?"
"It does, mistress," Harry whined in response. McGonagall's long fingers were now pushing his 'pleasure button', manipulating it to send sharp jolts of bliss down his legs and up his torso on every push.
"You ready for my cock yet?"
"M-m-maybe, mistress," Harry stammered nervously.
"It's ok, I'll be gentle," she reassured him.
"Ok," Harry agreed.
"Good boy. Just lay still for me," McGonagall told him as she pulled her fingers from his ass and admired his now more open ass. She tasted her fingers in her mouth as she stood up and grabbed her re-hardened shaft with her other hand. She positioned it at his waiting entrance; "Ready, baby?"
"Yes, mistress," Harry confirmed, crying out as the first inch of her shaft entered him.
"It's ok, I'm going slow," McGonagall said gently, both hands now on his hips. "I'm going so gentle for you," she did indeed move gently, patiently sliding her cock into his ass, an inch at a time. She so wanted to just ram her cock into what was possibly the most deliciously tight ass she had ever felt. But she knew that would ruin it for the both of them. So, she kept her promise and went slowly, as torturous as it was for her.
It had hurt a lot at first, it felt like he was being torn in half. Even after McGonagall's fingers had helped prepare him, her cock still felt like a sharp needle in his ass. But by the halfway point of the slow advance, the pain had dulled somewhat. It still hurt and Harry still whined softly, but it was lessening. And occasionally there was even a spark of pleasure.
It took several more minutes until all of McGonagall's shaft was snugly squeezed inside of Harry's no-longer-virgin ass. Upon which, McGonagall leant over and planted an array of kisses over the boy's neck and face, eliciting cute giggles from him. "You're such a good boy for mistress, aren't you?"
"I try," he smiled cheekily back.
"Now here comes the fun part," she told him. "Ready?"
"Yes, mistress," he said determinedly. "Please, fuck me!"
McGonagall could hardly ignore such a plea, thus she straightened back up and began the laborious process of pulling her shaft back out from his ass. She undertook a strategy of incremental increases to both the amount she pulled out and to how quickly she did so. She started off by withdrawing only a few inches before slowly sliding back in, luxuriating in the incredible sensations that tingled up and down her shaft. But soon she was sliding over half of her shaft in and out of a pleasurably crying Harry.
Though there was the occasional spasm of pain from deep in his ass, it was completely overawed by the pleasure that Harry was feeling. It was a bliss like he had never felt before. Which made sense given that he had never had sex before. With every thrust of McGonagall's cock, the pleasure only increased. He knew then that he would become a total whore for cock, so that he could experience these sensations again. "Please don't stop, Mistress!" he begged as an odd sensation, separate and different to the one in his ass began to build in his lower stomach and balls.
Minerva was hardly going all out yet, but she had a set a solidly consistent rhythm. About eight inches of her shaft slammed back into the first-year upon every thrust now, which was miraculous considering he was a virgin all of ten minutes previously.
"Something's happening!" Harry cried in alarm.
"You gonna cum for me?" McGonagall realised what it probably was. "Just let it happen, it'll feel so good," she advised.
"Really?"
"Yeah, don't resist it, just let it out," she encouraged.
"Oh, oh, oh," Harry let out what Minerva thought were the cutest moans. "Oh, it feels so good!" he cried as the strange feeling bubbled up and exploded into something pleasurable beyond words. His slight frame shook from the bliss, a type of bliss he had never before experienced. It was far better than eating sweets.
McGonagall simply stood there; head rolled back, desperately staving off her own orgasm. Her cock was fully buried in an ass that was so aggressively gripping her cock, it was only the fact that she had blasted a load down Harry's throat fifteen minutes earlier that gave her the willpower to hang on.
Once his orgasm had subsided, Minerva pulled Harry gently backwards with her, as she took a couple steps and seated herself in the chair behind her. "Now you're gonna bounce on mistress' cock like a good boy," she cooed in his ear.
Harry reawakened from his post-orgasm slumber at those words and began to gently bend and straighten his legs, bouncing on the huge member in his ass. Having now experienced, what he would later find out was called an 'orgasm', he chased the feeling desperately once again. He eagerly repeated the up-down motion, smiling at McGonagall's every groan of satisfaction. "Someone's desperate for another one," she smirked from behind him. "Now bend over for me as you bounce," she ordered.
Harry bent over, his hands reaching towards his toes, which he could reach. McGonagall wanted this position so as to truly admire the beauty of his ass. Now it stuck out, firm and taut, just begging to be smacked. She obliged it, delivering several stinging spanks to the creamy surface. Harry squealed upon each impact, but continued bouncing. McGonagall then gripped his hips and helped guide him up and down, slamming him down hard, as she gave a little thrust up into him, their bodes colliding powerfully, and loudly, each time.
Harry felt as if his ass was being bulldozed every time he slammed his hole down on McGonagall's cock, but whereas at the start that had been a painful experience, it was now nothing short of untarnished bliss. The same could be said for McGonagall, except the start was pure bliss, and now it was still pure bliss. His hole gripped her shaft as if it was afraid to ever let go.
McGonagall pulled his ass off of her cock and admired the crater that she had created. "So hot," she whispered almost reverently, before slamming him back on her again. They continued in this position for a few more minutes, until McGonagall grabbed him around his stomach and pulled him back onto her lap.
Disappointed, Harry squirmed on her lap, trying to resume riding her magnificence. "You love my cock that much; you can't go more than a few seconds without it pumping your ass, can you?"
"No, mistress," he whined, as McGonagall sucked at the taut skin of his neck, and played with one of his nipples.
"You want to keep bouncing on my cock?"
"Please, mistress," he begged, in a high-pitched moan.
"You want my load in your bowels?"
"Pleeeeease," Harry begged again, moving his hips in a circle in McGonagall's lap.
"Still," she snapped, twisting his nipple for good measure. Harry cried out at the rough tug on his pink nub. "Discipline, slut," she breathed in his ear. "Your pleasure is secondary to mine, understand?"
"Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress," Harry quickly made amends, finally stilling in McGonagall's lap.
"Such a good boy," she complimented. "Now I want this cute body lying on my desk," she said.
"Back or front, mistress?"
"Back. I want to watch your cute little thing spurt this time," she smiled at him, kissing him on the cheek as she lifted him off of her cock, and delivered a firm slap to the ass. Harry giggled as he took a few steps forward, smiling as he looked over his shoulder. "Such a tease already," McGonagall playfully chastised as she got up to follow him over to her desk.
On his back, Harry pulled his legs back, his knees by his shoulders, and eagerly awaited McGonagall's cock. The Headmistress approached him hungrily, slapping her cock against his hole, causing a deep thwacking sound. "That's the sound of a needy hole," she told him.
"So needy, mistress! Please!"
"Of course," McGonagall smiled, slipping her length all the way in to the balls. "So good," she groaned, as she gripped the underside of his knees and quickly built back up to a punishing pace. McGonagall slammed in and out of the writhing form beneath her, her balls slapping against his ass, covering up the sounds of her jagged breathing. She was nearing her end, but she wanted him to cum again before she did. She was given the perfect way to achieve her goal by him.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, my beautiful boy," McGonagall smiled at him.
"Could you maybe play with my nipples again, please?" he asked her nervously, blushing at her complimentary epithet.
"Oh, a pain slut?" she asked, with a raise eyebrow. Harry's even deeper blush was her answer. "Well you'll have to move your legs a bit," she pointed out. Harry moved his legs further to the side, so his knees were now to the side of his upper-ribcage. "Flexible little thing," she murmured, as she reached out for his nipples and roughly gripped them, twisting and tugging. Harry moaned and squealed in response. Encouraged, McGonagall leaned down to his left nipple, still thrusting in and out of him, and took his hard nipple between her teeth, nibbling on it.
"Ahhhhh!" Harry cried out in glorious pleasure. It hurt so good. "I'm gonna cum!"
"You better not cum without permission, slut," McGonagall warned, raising herself back up.
"Please, may I cum, mistress?"
"Not yet, slut," McGonagall snarled as she looked down at his body, violently slamming her shaft into his now wrecked hole.
"Pleeeeease," he begged further.
"Wait…" she instructed. "Wait… wait…" Harry whined loudly, desperately trying to hold back the tsunami of bliss that was threatening to overwhelm him. "You may cum, sissy," she finally gave permission as she viciously twisted his nipples one last time.
Harry's body shook, the pain from his chest mixing deliciously with the pure pleasure form his ass, creating a truly divine concoction of bliss, his modest shaft spurting a few dribbles of cum onto his lower stomach.
The sight of Harry's adorable cock, letting out his meagre load, not to mention how tight his ass grasped her cock, made Minerva fly over the edge herself. She let out a roar of animalistic triumph as she deposited her second huge load deep into Harry's ass, painting his bowels with her seed.
The sensation of McGonagal's cock pulsing deep in his body, triggered a secondary orgasm in Harry, his cock jerking as another round of blissful waves wracked his body. His cock releasing one measly dribble of cum from his virtually empty balls. "Was that a multiple orgasm?" Mcgonagall questioned.
"I think so," Harry admitted.
"What a perfect little cock whore you are," McGonagall complimented, leaning down and peppering his face and neck with kisses. Harry giggled happily at the sloppy onslaught, until McGonagall captured his lips with her own. They snogged passionately, McGonagall taking full control, naturally. "A couple more things to do," she said as she ended the kiss. She wandlessly summoned a butt-plug from a drawer on the other side of her room. "Open wide," she instructed him. He opened his mouth, to have said plug roughly plunged in and out. "Good boy. Now when I pull out of you I want you to raise your hips, ok?" Harry nodded his understanding, prompting McGonagall to slowly pull herself from his hole. Her tip exited with a loud plop and Harry quickly raised his hips upwards. McGonagall eased the plug in with no struggle. "Now you keep that in until the next time you use that hole, got it?"
"Yes, mistress."
"A Witch's cum is very potent and good for your magical health," she informed him.
"I understand, mistress."
"Now for the next part. Whenever a Witch is finished with you, you will thank her and then position yourself before her cock and clean her off. Ok?"
"Yes, mistress," Harry affirmed his understanding, sliding off the table and dropping to his knees before the woman who brought him into the magical world. "Thank you for using me, mistress. May I clean off your lovely cock?"
"Perfect. Of course, you may," McGonagall smiled proudly at him. Harry quickly wrapped his lips back around McGonagall's softening cock. "Just focus on the head. Pull back the foreskin and clean me up," she instructed. Harry did as instructed using his tongue to lick up any remnants of her cum. "Now gently squeeze my tip, until a little bead of cum forms at my slit… that's it… good boy… now lick my slit… very good," McGonagall half moaned and half instructed. "And don't forget to clean up your own cum with your fingers," she reminded him as she stepped back, her cock now sparkling clean. "Once your done, make yourself presentable and follow me," she ordered as Harry moaned at the taste of his own cum.
Once he was in fact presentable, McGonagall led Harry out of her office and back down to the rest of the school. She guided him down corridors and staircase without ever breaking a stride, Harry had to almost jog to keep up sometimes.
Eventually, they made it to a classroom and she instructed Harry to wait outside. She was gone only a few seconds when she reappeared, accompanied by a tall and imposing black Witch.
"I believe I have found you a seeker, Ms. Johnson," McGonagall informed her.
"A first year?" Angelina questioned.
"He's a natural talent, of that I assure you," McGonagall responded. "Show him how the game works and trust me, he will win you games," she assured Angelina sternly.
"If you say so," Angelina sighed, clearly not quite convincing.
"I do say so, Ms. Johnson. And if you take that tone with me again you'll be back on your knees in my office, reproving why your worthy of the position of Quidditch captain," she threatened sharply.
"Sorry, headmistress," Angelina apologised quickly, head down.
"I did so enjoy your screams the last time," McGonagall reminded Angelina, lifting the Witch's chin so that their eyes met. "And when you do show him the rules of the game, make sure not to go so hard he can't even ride a broom," McGonagall said, without breaking eye contact.
Harry watched fascinated at the exchange. Angelina seemed so intimidating to him, but before McGonagall she seemed the opposite, as deferential as he was. The power dynamic was clear. "Now get back to class, before Professor Black comes out here and hexes us," McGonagall ordered.
Angelina gave Harry one last lingering look, a sceptical inspection, now mixed in with some lust, before turning and returning to her class.
"This is where I leave you, Harry. Enjoy the rest of your classes," she said, before she herself left, not even giving Harry a chance to respond.
He stood contemplatively for a second, before heading to where he thought he was meant to be – he had lost track of the time. His new plug reminding him of his new world with every step.
Harry of course was not the only person involved in the Remembrall incident. Draco too was being punished for his role in the affair. Normally his head of house, Bellatrix Black, would have doled out the punishment and with some satisfaction given it was her nephew, however in this case Bellatrix gave that privilege to Rolanda Hooch. And Hooch was not letting the opportunity go to waste.
She had conjured a table in the room that she used as both changing room, office and storage room. Lying on her front on the table she had Draco slather her muscular body in pleasantly flavoured oils, massaging her muscles, before using his tongue to worship her. "That's a good boy," she cooed at him as Draco kissed and licked at her biceps.
Having been reamed pretty much every day since his Hogwarts letter by his mother (who had a lot of frustrations to release), Draco understood how to be obedient better than most. Hence why he easily and naturally obeyed Hooch's commands. Such as to worship her muscles. Which he was now doing, moving on from her biceps to her shoulders, before making his way down her back, kissing and licking at the oil covered slabs of muscular meat.
Draco skipped over her ass when he reached it, knowing that that was where she wanted him to end up. So he instead jumped over to her solid legs, kissing his way up one thigh and calf and then another. "Often overlooked body part the legs, in both exercise and sex," Hooch commentated. "But I don't make such a mistake. Kiss those legs good, that's it," she encouraged.
He worked his way up both legs before coming to her feet. She had bent her legs at the knee so that he could stand and easily reach her feet with his mouth. He kissed her left sole first, then her right, before moving onto her wriggling toes. They were sweaty and thus had a tang of saltiness to them, but he was used to such a taste. He was even somewhat partial to it. Thus, he quickly went from toe to toe, sucking and licking at the digit, before moving on to the next ones, until he came to her big toes. He pulled them together and took them both in his mouth at the same time, eliciting a moan from the woman lying before him. "It seems Minister Black likes having her toes cleaned too," Hooch laughed. Draco simply blushed at the comment, mostly because it was accurate. "I'm sure you know where I want that talented tongue next, boy," Hooch said. Draco knew exactly where.
He sucked on her sweaty toes for a few seconds more, before relinquishing them and spreading her legs so that there was a gap for him on the table. He clambered up onto the table and knelt behind her. Spreading her tight, muscular ass cheeks, Draco sighted his target and dived down for it. "Oh that is lovely," Hooch moaned as Draco's tongue danced across the surface of her wrinkled entrance. "If you stick your tongue in deep enough, you may even find some of your auntie's load," she laughed uproariously, revealing what she had traded to get the privilege of dishing out this particular punishment. Draco took the comment as his hint to indeed drill his tongue into her ass, which he did so. And he could indeed taste that recognisable musky taste of cum, not that he could identify it as his aunt's, he had not yet had that privilege. But it tasted nice anyway. It almost made Draco want to get in trouble again and thus get it straight from the tap as it were. But his aunt's reputation quickly dissuaded him of that wish.
Draco kept his face buried between Hooch's cheeks for another couple of minutes, working his tongue in, out and around her ass. Until she announced that she was flipping over. He got off the table until she completed the manoeuvre, before getting back on and starting with her breasts. "Your tongue is very eager," she commented.
"Thank you, mistress," he replied, as he worked over both of her breasts.
"They're not the biggest but they're perfect for flying," she reviewed her own chest.
"They're perfect, mistress," Draco complimented.
"My you do have a way with your tongue," Hooch smirked. "Now move lower with it," she instructed.
Draco did so, abandoning the nipple that was in his mouth, and moving further downwards, his tongue trailing over the front of Hooch's chest and then onto her abs. "The most aesthetic set of muscles, the abs," Hooch reported. "Certainly, the showiest."
Outlining each individual ab with his tongue, Draco took his time worshipping Hooch's body. But having been massaged and licked for over half an hour, Hooch started to get impatient. "Alright boy, onto the main show," she told him as she grabbed his hair with one hand and directed his head to her hard shaft.
Rolanda's cock was long and thin, as you might expect, about nine inches in length and half that around. It was veiny and currently very needy. "Enough of that slow stuff now boy. I want to feel your throat around my cock and your nose tickling my hairs, got it?" Hooch ordered.
"Of course, mistress," Draco answered obediently. He took a second to ready himself, before taking the plunge. He had taken his mother's larger cock all the way many a time, but nine inches was still an awful lot to stuff in one's mouth regardless of experience.
He managed about six inches on the first couple of goes, seven on the third, but he finally made it on the fourth journey down. His nose pressed into Hooch's neatly trimmed grey pubic hairs and a loud groan reverberated around the room which told Draco that he had done it.
But his celebrations were short lived. Draco had briefly forgotten that this was meant to be a punishment. Hooch had not.
The flying professor grabbed the back of Draco's head and held it firmly in place as she thrust up into his mouth, violently fucking his throat with all her might. "This. Is. A. Punishment. Slut!" Hooch punctuated each word with a vicious thrust upwards, her hips coming off the massage table. Draco's eyes began to water and his face turned red from the lack of hair. He pressed his palms into her thighs to push himself away from Hooch's cock, but it was to no avail. "You are going nowhere," she told him, holding him in place. She waited until the last moment, until tears were streaming down Draco's face and he was clearly about to collapse from lack of exhaustion until she released him.
He flung his head and took in great big lungfuls of air before coughing and spluttering everywhere. "No breaks here slut, this is detention not a brothel!" Hooch snapped.
Draco took another deep breath before taking the flying instructor's cock back into his throat. This time Hooch wrapped her strong legs around Draco's head, holding him firmly in place. She simply lay back and enjoyed the fine sensation of Draco's throat desperately constricting around her cock.
Again, she waited until the last moment to release him, coughing and spluttering over the side of the table, saliva dripping from his chin. "I believe it's time for you to ride me," she told him as he caught his breath. "Now I've trusted you for today's detention without a cage, so you had better not cum without permission or you'll be wearing one for the next week and be back in here every day," she warned him sternly.
"Yes, mistress," Draco acknowledged her warning as he crouched above her cock, grasping it with one hand and gently slipping down onto it. He groaned as his ass stretched around the invading shaft. It did not feel quite as divine as his mother's, but it sure felt good.
"Your ass is so pliant," Hooch groaned, joining Draco in chorus. She ran her hands up and down the soft skin of Draco's thighs ad hips, gently stroking him until he sat in her lap, cock completely in his ass. "Now bounce, boy!" she barked. Draco obliged.
He placed his hands out behind him, palms on the table and used his legs to rise and fall on Hooch's shaft. This part of the detention was really not the worst, Draco found it to be far more preferable to any non-sexual alternative like scrubbing cauldrons. Equally, it was preferable to dealing with his aunt's infamous temper. Draco, content with the punishment thus far, rose and fell with some enthusiasm. Not to mention, Hooch's dick felt wonderful piercing his insides again and again. "Am I pushing your special button?"
"Yes, mistress," Draco groaned. His prostate was indeed being massaged pleasurably every time he dropped down onto Hooch's cock.
"Now I want no hands, just legs, boy," Hooch demanded, slipping into coach mode.
Draco obeyed, placing his hands on his thighs and bouncing up and down, using just his legs for power. It was a lot harder, but it was meant to be a punishment after all. Though, Draco still did not mind too much, as the dribble of pre-cum oozing from his tip would demonstrate.
"Much better boy! But make sure that dribble doesn't turn in to anything more or there'll be hell to pay!" she shouted, as she lay back, arms behind her head, admiring the cute blonde specimen bouncing on her shaft.
"Yes, mistress," He replied again. It was the only thing one ought to say in such situations. The safest thing anyhow.
Draco continued bouncing for a few more minutes, always under the penetrating gaze of Hooch's yellow hawk-like eyes. They wandered across his body, taking in his pale skin and slight form. Hooch, unsurprisingly perhaps, particularly enjoyed watching muscles contract and relax again and again, and Draco was no exception. The way his calf muscles did so, was a particular highlight for her.
"Ready for the grand finale, boy?" she asked him, not that she particularly cared either way.
"If you are, mistress," he replied.
"Well trained aren't you," Hooch smirked. "Hop off then and let me up," she ordered. He did so, allowing Rolanda Hooch's form, still shiny from the massage oil, to rise from the table. She stood a couple of steps from it and beckoned Draco to her.
Once in reach, she easily took him into her arms, his legs instinctively wrapping about her waist and his arms around her neck. "Good boy," she said as she held him around the waist with one hand and inserted her cock into his ass with the other. Once in, she placed both hands on his ass and began to slam him up and down her cock.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Draco cried loudly as he was tossed up and down Hooch's shaft with some force. It was a far more violent fuck than he had received previously in his detention, though not the hardest of his life. That award belonged to the time that a bill his mother particularly liked failed to make it through the Wizengamot. She had not been happy. And he had been unable to sit without wincing for several days.
"That's it scream for me, slut! This is meant to be your punishment, not a playground! Scream for me!" Hooch barked as Draco continued to cry out as she repeatedly speared his body on her shaft.
Hooch cut an imposing figure of Witch physicality. Her legs were firm and solid, planted to the floor, not wavering in the slightest despite the strain on them. Her abs glistened from the massage oil, every time she pulled Draco's body away from her own. Her breasts heaved, sweat mixing with oil. Her biceps bulged with fearsome strength as they took most of Draco's weight. Her movements were sharp and precise. She was a fucking machine and she was putting Draco's ass through its paces.
He held firmly onto her cropped grey hair and refused to let go as he was thrown around with exacting accuracy. Crying out every time the invader violently planted itself in his depths.
"Take it, whore! Take it like a sissy takes his punishment!"
"Please, please, please…" Draco moaned into Hooch's neck. Neither Hooch or he knew what he was begging for. He was simply making noises at this point, delirious from being so thoroughly fucked. And also from keeping his impending orgasm at bay.
"I'm going to assume your begging for my load in your slutty ass. And. I. Shall. O-blige," Hooch said as she slammed him onto her cock with every word. At the last one she kept him there as she unloaded her cum deep in his bowels. Her body tensed and quivered as she came, hosing down his insides with her seed. Draco still clung to her neck.
Eventually her bliss passed. And once she was sure that she would be steady on her feet, she walked them over to the bench where Draco had placed his clothes at the start of the detention. "Open wide," she commanded as she picked up his plug. He did so, and she unceremoniously shoved it in, until she was satisfied it was wet enough.
With one hand she lifted the blonde up and off her cock and with the other she immediately rammed the plug in snug and tight. "You better not take that off for at least twelves hours," she told him. "I want you to absorb everything."
"Of course, mistress," he said. He would not dare.
She placed him down on the floor on shaky legs and he immediately dropped to his knees. "Thank you for punishing me, mistress. And for gracing me with your magnificent cock and perfect load," he said, waiting patiently for permission to clean her.
"Very good," she smiled down at him, though the grin was more predatory than warm. "Clean me off and you jerk as you do," she told him.
Draco got to it immediately, cleaning his ass juices and her cum from her cock, as he jerked off his cock with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.
"You can cum on my foot," she granted him, placing it below his cock. It was good timing too, for no less than twenty seconds later Draco's body seized up and his cock dribbled out his small load onto Hooch's foot. "Now you've got another mess to clean up," she smirked. Draco did so diligently once her cock was squeaky clean. "Now one more thing before I escort you back up to the castle," Hooch said. Draco looked up at her and waited. "I've gotten all sweaty now, and it's your fault. Thus, you will clean me up with your tongue," she informed him.
And so, Draco licked Hooch's entire athletic body all over again. During which his cock re-hardened, demonstrating that he did not exactly see his task as a punishment.
Detentions at Hogwarts were certainly something.
A/N: A new story for everyone to hopefully enjoy. I took inspiration from the femdom elements of Prime_Blue's TWW and ran with it. Femdom will feature heavily throughout the story, with elements of BDSM and other kinks as well. I have currently only written up to the end of Harry's first year, so I'll upload those chapters once per week. Don't worry, my main story, THC, is still being worked on, it's just coming along very slowly (I may have been overly ambitious).
Hope you enjoyed and have a good weekend ;)
