AN - This is a little story I posted over on Archive Of Our Own and Hentai Foundry more than a year ago, I'm up to chapter four on those sites, with a fifth chapter to vote on if the readers want more explicit mention of the ages of the characters. I'm not going to copy the old Notes but new chapters, rare as they are, will have ANs attached. If you'd like to cast your vote on the level of vagueness regarding the age of the characters you can either leave it in a review or go over to AO3 and say so.
Chapter 2
Hermione stood under the hot spray from the shower and rubbed the washcloth across her body to help rinse away the sweat from the last hour and change. The cloth slid over her erect nipple sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her oversexed brain. And oversexed it certainly was, she lustfully admitted to herself, ever since she'd gotten the first of her runic tattoos she'd found herself at least slightly randy all the time.
The tattoos had come about as part of her rapid trip from 'curious about anal' to riding a dildo bigger than her, admittedly small, forearm. Early on she decided that she wanted to be able to take it in the back door whenever the mood struck her without any additional effort.
She bit her lip with a quiet moan and ran the towel over her nipple again, slower this time, with a little less pressure. The featherlight touch sent an involuntary convulsion of pleasure through her body. With her free hand she gripped her unattended nipple and gently rolled it between her digits. A satisfied sigh, long and quiet, slipped out of her mouth as her head fell back, the spray from the shower head hit her throat and slid down the slight valley between her barely-there breasts. The pleasure from her nipples was creating a quickly growing need between her thighs, she wasn't in the mood for a long drawn out orgasm so she stopped rolling her nipple between her fingers and made one quick circle around it. A tattoo lit up with a gentle pulsating red light, the tattoo took over where her fingers left off, replicating the sensation almost perfectly. Best decision I ever made, she thought.
Runes were her first idea for a permanent solution to her problem. The initial version involved a clit piercing, through a bit of research she'd hit on the idea of a runic tattoo, it was relatively safe and with a bit of work she could make them toggleable. Through a bit (a lot) more research she'd found a book on various ways magical people used magic for/during/before/etc. sex, there was a whole section on runic tattoos including their common uses and implementation.
Hermione pressed her newly unemployed hand flat against her vulva, her fingers rested against her plug and her palm was pressing into her clit. With firm pressure she started moving her hand in small circles. The rougher texture of her knickers inside her vagina felt amazing as it scraped and stimulated her canal.
The rune patterns outlined in the book were pretty basic, they would have done most of what she wanted them to but… good enough just wasn't good enough, not when she could make a few modifications. By the time she was finished altering the runes she had a set of tattoos that would, in theory, be able to create any sensation she wanted in or on her body, give her total control over her pleasure sensitivity, make her all of skin more elastic, and ensure that she would never need a bathroom for anything other than showers or masturbation. She remembered being extremely excited to apply the runes to herself but she quickly hit a snag, the pattern was kind of extensive, to the point there was no way she could apply it on her own. The question was who could she… convince, to apply the runes for her.
She pressed her hand harder into her soft slippery lips and began rocking her hips back and forth. Her hand holding the cloth had stopped, she was too distracted by the sensations coming from below. She chose to remedy the unfortunate occurrence with a rudimentary animation charm, she reached out to the counter and picked up her wand, a moment later and the cloth was gently gliding across the two stiff little nubs on her chest.
Ultimately she decided to ask the runes professor to check out the pattern of runes she wanted on her body. She tried to tell herself she just thought very highly of the woman's skill with runes, she was the professor of the subject after all, but… Lust probably played more of a role in her choice than sense. Not to say the woman was incompetent, she was astoundingly good at what she did, Hermione just also happened to really want into her knickers. Professor Babbling was incredibly young for a Professor, thin, 5'8", with absolutely perfect C cups, a deep sexy voice that was smooth as velvet and a dislike of robes that left her fantastic arse (Hermione actually caught herself drooling over said bum more than once) on display. Finally, completing the picture of a woman who made drool pour from all of Hermione's lips, was her little black bob cut framing a face that Hermione desperately wanted to see peeking at her from between her thighs.
By now her hand was getting a bit squished between her thighs, so she stepped halfway onto the edge of the bathtub, both to get more leverage and for better access to her center. External stimulation wasn't enough, she needed something targeted. She crooked her two middle fingers, slipping them easily into her pussy.
She recalled that the logic behind her decision wasn't entirely coherent and if she had stopped to think about it she probably would have realized that she had no idea what she expected to get out of the interaction. Professors are, after all, authority figures and as such probably aren't allowed to get sexually involved with students in any capacity, at least in the muggle world. The same, as it turned out, was true of Professors in the magical world as well, but it seemed that Hogwarts took a 'don't ask don't tell' approach to the subject. Thoughts of Professor Babbling drew a randy moan from her throat and a particularly vivid memory to the forefront of her mind.
She was waiting outside the runes classroom, classes had just ended for the day (she'd been kicked out a bit early, the professor didn't want her distracting him from helping the other students… or at least that's what he said). So, finding herself with a bit of free time she'd taken her personal project to the runes classroom, when the clock chimed and the door opened the students inside the classroom, through simple application of the principles of osmosis, quickly became students in the hallway.
Up to that point Hermione had been standing outside the classroom imagining the professor completely nude and in various poses. Just before it opened she'd been picturing the professor bent over at the waist, pulling her supple arse cheeks apart and looking up at Hermione from between her knees. In her mind's eye the Professor had puffy outer lips hiding all but a hint of her inner lips and her pink hole was gaping ever so slightly, just enough to get a slight view inside her, where some white liquid was threatening to spill out. She remembered having an intense desire, no, a nearly overwhelming need to be the one to pump the white liquid into Babbling's snatch, she had no idea what the liquid was, just that she wanted it to be HERS. The longer she pictured the Professor's naked body the more details she added, a shiny metal buttplug, no a widely gaping arsehole with a thick line of white liquid (MINE, she recalled thinking) oozing from the Babbling's gaping arse down one side of her pussy where it dripped steadily off of her clit and onto her stunning face… Did she shave her pubic hair? Maybe a little tuft of black in a heart shape with the point just above her clit? How did her cunny tast-
The door opening had interrupted her at this point, thoroughly derailing her train of thought. Once the students had cleared out of the room she slipped in and… completely froze. There, sitting on her desk at the far side of the room in all her wet-dream-inducing glory, was Professor Bathsheda Babbling, one of the sexiest women in the entire castle, The sexiest in Hermione's opinion. And Hermione just stood there, suddenly feeling ugly and stupid and like the entire thing was a horrible idea and holy crap what was she thinking even talking to this woman about- OH SWEET MERLIN! She'd actually thought coming to this woman, this Professor, about her idea for personal masturbation tattoos was a good idea?! Worse she actually brought sketches and diagrams of said tattoos with her to show the woman! She wanted to run as fast as her legs would let her and absolutely, under no circumstances, never ever get within ten feet of this woman for the rest of her life, but her legs wouldn't move.
Professor Babbling chose that exact moment to look up, she smiled sweetly at Hermione, (She would swear her knees wobbled and her stomach did a backflip) and said, "Hello miss. What's your name and what can I do for you?" Hermione's eyes widened and felt the blood drain from her face, she looked down at the parchment in her hand, completely covered in diagrams and runes and the patterns and locations of where she wanted them- OH FUCK. In her panic she thought that this could easily get her expelled and she tried to back out as fast as humanly possible but she just stood there stuttering. The Professor, apparently used to stuttering people approaching her for things, stood from her desk, walked over and plucked the parchment out of Hermione's slack grip. While Hermione's panic increased tenfold Professor Babbling studied the parchment. After a moment of reading she walked behind Hermione and closed the door.
Bathsheda stood behind the slip of a girl and glanced between her and the scribbles on the parchment, the intent behind them was very... explicit. The idea wasn't bad, but the girl clearly didn't understand certain subtleties, and in her randiness she'd also overlooked a few key points. Overall though… She reached out and gently slid the robe from the girl's shoulders, attempting to both to make her more comfortable and get a better look at her. The girl was so caught up with her thoughts she didn't even seem to notice. Bathsheda tossed the garment over the back of a nearby chair.
Her eyes slid over the shaking girl's back, down her rather unflattering skirt, down her calves and back up again. There was a small chance that this was a prank to embarrass the girl… she'd have to make sure the drawings were indeed hers, or that she wanted sex, that would work just as well. She glanced at the small circle of runes clearly labeled 'Anus Tattoo - This one should increase sensitivity, elasticity and eliminate certain needs that add unwanted steps to every masturbation session.' The circle was set over an incredibly detailed moving illustration of an anus that several, frankly quite large, spheres were shown penetrating, and if Bathsheda watched long enough, they also came back out again. She tilted her head to one side, admiring the way the drawing showed the muscular hole stretching and stretching before the large balls finally popped all the way past the sphincter. She especially liked how the drawing depicted the anus gaping slightly so she could still see the last sphere once it had seated itself inside the rectum, she thought it added a nice level of detail. Either way she was keeping this, high quality masturbation material aside, the idea was something she was definitely going to use on someone.
The actual runic design was far too simple to manage any of the things the girl wanted, but some of the key runes were in place and with a bit of help from the runes Professor… Well, Bathsheda thought licking her lips, someone would need to… test the tattoos, make sure they're working properly, maybe make a few additions… that sort of thing. But first the girl needed to relax, she looked like she was going to pass out or try to bolt. The first would be inconvenient, and the second… Bathsheda wouldn't let happen, the high level locking charm on the door made sure of that. The girl wasn't leaving until Bathsheda let her.
After two quick swishes of her wand she placed her hand on the girl's back and gently guided her to a nearby chair, then she sat herself down on the edge of the desk just across the aisle. She spread her knees as wide as possible, the movement caught the student's eye and she looked up, straight at Bathsheda's crotch where she knew her vulva was practically on display, thanks to recently banished knickers and transfigured leggings. She smiled as kindly as she could and said, "Well miss, I didn't catch your name, could you repeat it for me?"
"Hermione Granger." a very high pitched squeak responded, her eyes were locked onto Bathsheda's almost visible genitalia.
Fish in a barrel, Bathsheda thought smugly, so this is Minerva's precious little genius. A quick glance at the parchment in her hand confirmed to her that Minerva's opinion was fairly well justified, assuming the sketches were hers. Oh I'm so telling all the other female Professors about this, Septima is going to be chomping at the bit to help me, I wonder if she'll make up a few spells to use? Bathsheda could feel herself getting wet and she glanced down just in time to see a little pink tongue dart out of Hermione's mouth, internally Bathsheda smirked, It almost doesn't matter if the diagrams belong to her with how intently she's staring at my twat. Time to remind her why she came here, and hopeful why she was going to cum back, again and again.
Bathsheda slipped one arm behind herself and leaned back, bracing herself on the desk, she deliberately looked away, toward a magically hidden mirror on one side of the classroom, to make it seem like she wasn't paying attention to where Hermione was staring, "So Miss Granger, what can you tell me about this drawing of yours?"
Hermione's eyes snapped up to Bathsheda's face and the pinkness in the girl's cheeks changed to a bright cherry red faster than Bathsheda thought possible, she nearly laughed out loud as the girl sputtered and squeaked. She shifted her bum around on the desk to draw the girl's attention back where it was supposed to be, it almost didn't work. Once her eyes were 'on the prize' so to speak, she reminded Hermione in a throaty voice, "Miss Granger? Your drawing?"
"It's nothing!" The girl said quickly her eyes darted back and forth between Bathsheda's face and her crotch, she seemed to think Bathsheda hadn't already caught her staring, the poor naive girl.
"Oh?" she purred in that same tone. Bathsheda set the parchment aside and slid her hand, the one not bracing herself on the table, down between her thighs, outside her leggings. She began slowly tapping her middle finger on her inner thigh, "Are you sure about that?"
Hermione didn't respond, she was staring transfixed at the slim digit tapping away so close to Bathsheda's pussy. Bathsheda turned her head to look Hermione full in the face and cleared her throat, Hermione jumped halfway out of her chair and tried to meet Bathsheda's eyes, she said, "Miss Granger, I asked if you were sure that your drawing was 'nothing.'"
In a tone bordering on panic Hermione said, much more loudly than necessary, "Yes! It was just some scribbles! I shouldn't have wasted your ti-"
"That's enough, thank you." She cut the girl off. This time when the girl looked away her gaze fell all the way to the floor. Bathsheda looked at the girl's bush, the one on her head that is, and thought about her next move. She decided to see what happened when she let Hermione know she was aware of what the drawing was supposed to accomplish. Bathsheda let the silence linger a few moments more.
She laid back on the desk making sure to keep her legs spread wide, to keep her cunny on display as much as possible. The rustling made Hermione glance up and Bathsheda heard her swallow harshly, she moved her fingers from their resting position on her thigh to her aching centre and began massaging herself through the fabric. She nearly moaned out loud in relief the moment her fingers touched her labia. Hermione's breathing gave an abrupt, audible hitch and Bathsheda knew she was watching very closely, she said "Don't mind me Miss Granger, I'm just… relieving an itch."
She began picturing the little student on her knees facing away from her, she was fully clothed but her skirt was flipped up. The girl wore plain white knickers (she probably did in reality as well, she'll need a better selection of lingerie… mmm, thoughts for later) her knickers were soaked through and Bathsheda imagined herself pressing one finger directly into the middle of the big wet spot. She imagined the soft flesh spreading easily as she teased the girl.
Her fingers began moving more forcefully, her juices having already soaked through the thin fabric allowed her fingers to slip around easily. All this foreplay is destroying my self control, Bathsheda thought as she reluctantly stopped herself. She leaned forward again and brought her dripping wet hand to her face, a quick peek past her glistening fingers confirmed that Hermione followed the movement, she held it just in front of her mouth and took a slow deep breath through her nose. This time a moan did escape her lips, Bathsheda loved the smell of her own juices, her eyes fell closed as she tipped her head back and allowed a few drops to fall onto her tongue. The tiny sweet drops were hardly more than a tease for her tongue and she couldn't stop herself from licking her arousal from her fingers. She opened her eyes and tilted her head forward again, she made eye contact with Hermione and immediately thought, Damn, I meant to offer to let her suck on one of them. Oh well, I'm still soaked, no big deal.
Bathsheda put on her personal version of the Patented McGonagall 'Disappointed Professor Face' and lightly scolded the girl, mostly to remind her of her most recent response, "Miss Granger, I am the Professor of ancient runes in this castle, I can tell exactly what your plans were simply from your choice of runes. Not to mention you labeled your illustrations, including diagrams of the tattoos in place. You seem to have a serious obsession with inserting objects into your rectum… Out of curiosity is that intended to be your bum in the 'Anus Tattoo' illustration?"
Hermione's face lost all colour and she sat there with her mouth moving, not making a sound. Bathsheda smirked and casually leaned back onto her elbow, she slipped her hand into her leggings until her fingers were touching her entrance. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh as her fingers sank into her hole, they weren't filling by any means but with all this teasing any stimulation was welcome relief. As quickly as they went in she pulled them back out, Hermione meanwhile, got an eyeful of Bathsheda's hand pumping in and out under her leggings. Hermione's startled voice rang out, "Professor! What are you doing?!"
Bathsheda pumped her fingers faster, and moaned, "What do you think I'm doing, Miss Granger?" She jammed her fingers into her drooling canal and rapidly began curling and uncurling them, "Ah that's right, you have no idea do you? Let me switch to something you might find a little more familiar."
With her free hand she pushed one leg behind her head and then pulled her fingers out of her aching pussy, next she brought her other leg behind her head. Once her cheeks were spread as wide as she could get them without holding them with her hands, she grabbed the crotch of her leggings and pulled, the sound of tearing fabric filled the room and exposed her bits to Hermione's gaping face. She threaded her arm between her legs and pressed her slick fingers against her pink rosebud. Not caring if Hermione was watching she circled her rear cock sleeve, spreading her natural lube over the other hole begging her for attention.
Hermione was too transfixed to say anything as Professor Babbling pressed her middle finger into her arsehole, it slipped in easily and the Professor let out a guttural sounding groan before mumbling, "Fuck yes, that's what I was waiting for." She pushed it in all the way to her last knuckle, and drew back languidly, setting a slow pace for her self-anal penetration.
The slippery digit in her arse felt sinfully good, but it still wasn't enough, she wanted something more and she wanted it from the anal lover a few feet away. She spoke as evenly as she could, "There, that's better. This is a little more your speed isn't it Hermione? Do you like seeing other arseholes or do you just like stretching your own I wonder? Tell me about the tattoos you want."
Hermione stared wide eyed at Professor Babbling's finger pumping slowly in and out of her back passage, she couldn't believe it was actually happening, she tried to speak but she only managed a strangled stutter, "I… I…"
Bathsheda pulled her finger almost out of her greedy ring, "Yes Hermione? I'm listening."
"I want the tattoos because… because I like to-" she swallowed harshly and tracked each revolution of Bathsheda's middle finger as it slowly circled her hole, it was like she was waiting for something, "I like to-to play with myself,"
Progress! Bathsheda cheered mentally, time to give her a reward. She pressed a second finger into her puckered hole and gently worked the pair of them in and out. It was getting really hard to keep her voice steady, "Uh huh, keep going."
Hermione was almost hyperventilating as she watched the two digits struggling to gain entrance to Professor Babbling's back door, "I don't want to have to cast cleansing charms every day and I want to be able to" she seemed to lose all confidence when at the second half of her sentence, "p-play with my- my bum whenever I f-feel like it."
Bathsheda slipped her other hand into position and began to rub at her clit, she was breathing hard and fast. She could tell Hermione was just about to break, she just needed one more push, "Come on Hermione, talk to me, talk dirty to me, I want all the details. Tell me what you want to do to your arse when your tattoos are in place. I'm so close and I want you to make me cum. Don't you want to be the reason I cum? Don't you want me to cum for you?"
Hearing the gorgeous woman before her ask, no beg, for Hermione to make her... come? What did that mean? Whatever it meant the tone of her begging by itself crushed any chance of Hermione backing out, she "There's a toy I saw when I was walking down Diagon alley with my parents, the plaque on the pedestal said it was a Unicock™ brand Unicorn dildo."
"One of the big ones that cum?" she breathed, her fingers were hammering into her rear, her hand was flying back and forth over her clit.
The Professor seemed to be hoping for an affirmative so Hermione responded the way she seemed to want, "Yeah I think so. It was huge, " Next she admitted something she thought Professor Babbling might want to know, "The moment I saw it I couldn't help but think of how the head would feel inside me, sliding back and forth in my b-bum, it felt so real like it was actually there. It went on and on, I've never felt something so good before, and then it slammed into me and I felt it spasm and thicken and a huge gush of something hot and slimy came out of it. It just kept pumping this hot slimy goo into me until I felt like I was going to burst, and it felt so good."
Oh? Couldn't help it huh? It must have been in an enchanted display case, Bathsheda thought, wish I could have seen that. Her breath was coming in pants now, she was close, but she wanted a good mental image while she came. She closed her eyes and pictured Hermione fully dressed rubbing her hands over a slight bump in her belly, clearly visible under her robes. She panted out her next sentence, "You want it to cum inside you don't you? You're going to walk around with a belly full of spunk and a plug in your bum aren't you? Please say yes! I'm gonna cum and I want to see your belly bulging with Unicorn seed."
The raw desperate lust in the Professor's voice made something primal in Hermione's mind scream in approval, she all but shouted, "Yes! Yes! I want to be able to take it all the way into my arsehole! I want my bum stretched out so much that there's no way it'll ever go back to normal without magic!'
Hermione's voice complemented the mental image perfectly and Bathsheda came with a loud groan, her legs slid out from behind her head and her thighs clamped around her hands. Her anus spasmed around her fingers and every muscle in her back contracted, pushing her chest out and the back of her head into the desk. Convulsion after convulsion rocked her body, her pelvic muscles contracted hard enough to force her fingers out and if her palm wasn't in the way she would have squirted all over the student in front of her.
When her orgasm finally tapered off she collapsed limply onto the desk, Fuck that was good, the only way it could have been better was if I had a couple cocks in me instead of just my fingers, Bathsheda thought through her satisfied haze.
HERMIONE'S ARSE GETS FISTED IN THIS SECTION
Hermione's concerned voice broke into her post-orgasmic lethargy, "Professor are you alright?"
Babbling nearly cringed at the tone of Hermione's voice. That wasn't the sound she wanted to hear after an orgasm like that… or any orgasm for that matter. Now seemed like as good a time as any to start teaching the girl, she spoke gently, "Shh, Hermione, calm down and do exactly as I tell you."
That same quivering tone replied quietly, "Ok."
Bathsheda let out a long breath and told herself the girl was almost certainly a virgin, or maybe she just hadn't had a really good orgasm yet. She spoke slowly and deliberately, "This is your first lesson, stand up from your chair and come over here, next to me please."
The sound of a chair scuffing the floor attested to Hermione's obedience. She waited until the shuffling of feet stopped next to her, before Hermione could speak in that buzzkilling tone again Bathsheda said just as gently as before, "Don't say anything. Now climb onto the table with me, straddle my waist and then lay down on top of me, chest to chest please. Keep your face level with mine."
"Pr-"
"Exactly as I tell you please, Miss Granger." She repeated in a firmer voice.
The desk creaked slightly as Miss Granger climbed up one leg at a time, but it was a solidly built thing so Bathsheda wasn't worried. She felt Hermione shuffle forward until her knees were lightly touching her thigh, after a moment of Hermione just sitting there she offered some encouragement, "Just throw your leg over my waist," She felt one of the knees lift up and then skin of the girl's thighs touching her bare stomach as Hermione's weight settled on Bathsheda's waist, "that's it, good girl, now lean all the way forward."
She opened her eyes to see the nervous girl on top of her, she took the hand she was rubbing her clit with and brushed it through the girl's bushy mane, the expression on Hermione's face made it clear she wanted to lean into the touch. She cradled the back of Hermione's head and offered a bit more encouragement, "You're doing great, just brace yourself on the table and slowly come down, I'll guide you," she kept her hand on the girl's head and gently pulled her down, "That's the way, just keep coming." Hermione didn't resist and soon her negligible weight had settled on the Professor's chest.
She cupped Hermione's cheek, the girl's eyelashes fluttered shut and Bathsheda took a moment to take in her partner's face. The girl was, in a word, adorable. She was tiny, hardly over five feet, with barely anything that could be called breasts and her face was all gentle slopes and soft edges. She shifted her focus a bit and felt a rush of satisfaction upon locating the glistening streaks through the little brunette's hair, she looks good with my pussy juice in her hair. She took her other hand, careful not to wipe her fingers off on Hermione's uniform, and cradled her hip.
She slowly stroked her thumb across Hermione's face, the girl let out a desperate whine, Bathsheda leaned in and pressed her lips against Hermione's closed mouth, the girl's body jolted from the contact but Bathsheda held on until her partner relaxed. Her next move was to gently run her tongue along Hermione's lips, it had the desired effect and the girl parted her lips ever so slightly. Bathsheda sucked the girl's lower lip into her mouth and let it go with a slight pop. Then she pressed the opening, she kissed Hermione a little more forcefully, the girl tentatively began to kiss her back. She let Hermione set the pace of their snogging, the tiny brunette's initial nervousness quickly gave way to incredible enthusiasm and Bathsheda found herself opening her mouth to allow Hermione's tongue to slip in and dance clumsily with her own.
They were both breathing harder when they broke apart, Hermione noticeably more so. OK I'm done with this formal teacher-student BS, Bathsheda decided unequivocally, she spoke quietly in a voice that barely broke the silence, "Alright cutie, my middle name's Anabelle, you can call me any variation of it you like."
"O-ok."
"Oook… what?" Bathsheda responded leadingly.
"Ok… Belle?" That earned Hermione a quick kiss on the tip of her nose that sent a warm feeling through her body.
"Hermoine, could you do me a small favour pretty please?" Belle said in an innocent tone as she brought her hand from Hermione's hip up to her mouth, she circled Hermione's lips with her second and third fingers, "I just pulled these out of my bum and I thought you might want to suck them clean for me, pretty please?"
Hermione looked down and stared hungrily at the Professor's fingers, they glistened slightly in the light from some kind of lubrication charm, sucking on them after they'd been in the Professor's arse just seemed so wrong… but the erotic thrill was undeniable, not to mention the fact that she wanted to do it so badly, she licked her lips and tasted… blueberry lube? Why was there… Oh… Oh… her eyes half closed and she licked her lips again, more slowly, savouring the way her lips tasted and the feel of her tongue gliding across them, before she wrapped her hands around the Professor's wrist, she brought Bathsheda's hand up until the palm was almost brushing her nose and licked from Belle's palm all the way to the tips of her fingers, then she tilted her head forward just a little, when she moved forward again the Professor's fingers slipped into her mouth. She sucked and licked until there was no trace of blueberries left.
Professor Babbling hummed in pleasure, imagining her little student sucking on something a little… girthier. "Good Girl, I'm going to be teaching you quite a bit, different things, but almost all of it will involve one of us cumming until we can't stand. Since we're here though, we'll start with aftercare."
There was that word again, Hermione had no idea what it meant, well if Belle was willing to teach she should probably ask questions for clarification. She finally, reluctantly, let go of the Professor's fingers and asked, "Cumming?"
"Having an orgasm, You know that feeling when you've spent a while hammering your fingers into your bum and there's this amazing feeling that builds up in your belly," Hermione was nodding along, "it feels so good and you just have to keep shagging your bum until it boils over and you're left a shaking quivering mess? That is an orgasm, 'Cumming' is just dirty slang for having an orgasm."
"Now for lesson one, I like a good post cum snuggle, that's why you're on top of me, but I'm almost ready for another go, so maybe aftercare was a bad place to start. And if I remember correctly, I owe you an earth shattering orgasm."
With that Belle flipped them over and pinned Hermione to the desk with her hands over her head. She leaned down and smothered the girl's squeak of protest with another intense kiss. This time when they broke apart the Professor stood from the desk and said, "Face down on the desk, cutie."
Hermione hurried to comply, she was so randy her cunt was aching and her arse was begging for something to stretch her ring and fill her rectum. Once she was facing the desk Bathsheda pulled her back by the hips until she could touch the floor with her toes, then she flipped up Hermione's skirt and took a step back to get a look at what she was working with. As expected the girl's knickers were drenched, what wasn't as expected was how thin they were, the girl's puffy, hairless lips were clearly visible and the sopping fabric clung heavily to her vulva. No pubic hair, not even a little patch on her mound, not even stubble… Anabelle wasn't sure how to feel when she realized Hermione's only bush was the one on her head.
Bathsheda picked her wand up from the desk and flicked it twice, the first was a quick cleansing charm directed at her partner's arse, the second left her standing naked from the waist down. She continued her inspection with the girl's arse, nice round fleshy cheeks, wider hips than she would have expected, she reached out, took a cheek in each hand and gave them a squeeze, they were just what she was hoping for, pliable, soft, and just the right amount of firmness. Belle licked her lips and smirked, if her hole is half as nice as her cheeks this is going to be so much fun. She threaded her thumbs up into the waistband of Hermione's knickers and slipped them down to her knees. Bathsheda braced herself on Hermione's arse cheeks and knelt down to get a close up view of her back door, it was a sexy little pink ring of muscle, as she watched it opened and closed ever so slightly, she couldn't stop herself from pulling the girls cheeks apart to open it up a bit more, the way her pussy juice glistened on it just looked so fucking good… Bathsheda stopped herself, tongue out and half an inch from the tantalizing fuck hole in front of her. Fuck, right gotta ask first, "Hermione? May I lick your arsehole?"
Her voice was somewhere between frustrated and desperate lust when she said, "Please, I don't care what you do, just make me cum."
Blanket permission to do anything I want huh? Bathsheda glanced at her hand, she pressed her fingers together, closing her thumb into her palm as closely as possible, can I get all the way to my wrist…? Mmm I hope so, first though… She leaned forward and ran a light circle around Hermione's ring with her tongue, her hands kept the girl in place when she twitched, she kept making circles, too light to be satisfying but just enough to make her randier, until Hermione was squirming in place and trying to mash her arse into Bathsheda's face.
Hermione was making cute frustrated little moans with every circle of Belle's tongue, which meant it was time to go a little harder, she moved forward until her chin was pressing into Hermione's cunt and her nose was resting in the crack of her arse, she pushed her tongue into the muscular sphincter firmly and it spread eagerly. Hermione's moans grew needier, she seemed to be trying to keep her voice down, Belle took that as a challenge. she let go of one of Hermione's arse cheeks and gripped the flesh on either side of the girl's clit, she squeezed lightly and rolled the flesh between her fingers. The girl bucked backwards with a gasp, her breathing intensified and she switched from moaning to mumbling to herself, Bathsheda could make out, "...gonna cum, Professor Babbling is gonna make…" Oh no you don't, I'm not done yet, you can cum when I get my fist in your arse, not a second sooner.
Quickly her hand left Hermione's clit and landed on her wand, with another well practised flick she cast a charm that would let Hermione get to the edge but it wouldn't let her go over until it was removed. Satisfied with her spell she returned to rolling the girl's clit between her fingers. The petite brunette started to whimper, she had to know something wasn't as it should be, Bathsheda mashed her face into Hermione's rear and wiggled her tongue vigorously, at the same moment she tightened her hold on the girl's button. Hermione gasped out loud and her breathing turned into ragged panting and she cried, "I'm so close, why can't I cum?"
That was what Bathsheda wanted to hear, she pulled back and licked her lips, then she let go of Hermione's arse entirely. She asked, "You wanna cum?"
"Yes!" Hermione pleaded back.
"Alright, pull your cheeks open for me,"
Two hands immediately reached back and spread Hermione's bottocks, the Professor pressed two fingers into the brunette's rosebud, it opened just as eagerly as it did for her tongue. She pushed her fingers in until they couldn't go any deeper before pulling them back until her fingertips were just inside, she smashed her hand forward again setting a hard pace as she worked them back and forth until Hermione's hole was just how she wanted it. Once her student had been sufficiently loosened up Professor Babbling let go of her clit and slipped her newly freed fingers past Hermione's sphincter next to her other hand. Then she pulled slowly outward with both hands, Hermione's breathing had become loud and erratic, she was begging out loud, "Oh Merlin! Professor, please, it feels so good! I want to cum so badly!"
Her arsehole stretched a little bit, Anabelle slid her fingers around and pulled again, it opened up a bit more, one more, slightly more forceful, pull made Hermione moan loudly. Finally she was loose enough, Belle switched one hand back to her new lover's clit and slipped in the last two fingers of her other hand in their place. She shoved her open hand forward until her fingers were all the way in, she bobbed her hand back and forth trying to get her knuckles to slip past the muscular gatekeeper. Hermione let out a strangled noise and her mumbling lost any semblance of coherence as Professor Babbling pushed her arm forward against the small girl's resisting anus. As it twitched and spasmed around her digits Bathsheda started twisting her wrist and wiggling her fingers, hoping the extra movement would achieve what simply pushing back and forth couldn't seem to.
The air was rapidly becoming charged with magic, it mixed with the heady smell of Hermione's cunt juice intensifying it into a potent aphrodisiac. With one strong thrust forward Professor Babbling's hand finally opened Hermione's loose arse enough to sheathe her hand up to her thumb in her lover's rectum. With a loud groan Hermione's magic exploded and the spell keeping her teetering on the edge of orgasm disintegrated, her legs shook and her pussy squirted stream after stream of girl juice all over Belle's clothed tits. Belle had to push hard to keep her hand from being shoved right back out of Hermione's clenching hole, the girl must be one hell of a powerful witch to break that spell. The shaking lasted for minutes, juice squirted out of her snatch with every wave of orgasmic pleasure lancing through her, she couldn't manage a single thought except for just how amazing Professor Babbling's hand felt lodged in her arse. Eventually her orgasm tapered off, her cunt gave a few last pitiful squirts, her rectum spasmed weakly and her entire body felt like jelly, her orgasm ended and she collapsed limply onto the desk.
I wanted to be wrist deep in your arsehole when you did that, thought Anabelle slightly annoyed. She took a deep breath to relax herself, the scent of magically charged pussy juice flooded her nostrils, the aphrodisiac bulldozed past her higher reasoning straight into her brain's pleasure centre triggering a chain reaction she couldn't hope to control. A powerful wave of unadulterated lust flowed down her spine into every cell of her body, she looked down at her hand, her thumb rested against her lover's hole, the only thing preventing her from getting what she wanted. I wanted to shove my hand up your arse… Without conscious thought her hand came back just a bit and her thumb folded into her palm, then she surged forward, Hermione's pre-stretched arse barely offered enough resistance to slow her fist down as it ploughed it's way into her rectum. With a weak popping sensation, like pulling on a watch, she pushed past the sphincter and buried her hand in Hermione's colon.
Hermione gripped the table, completely unprepared to handle the continued assault, she gasped sharply as the Professor's entire hand forced it's way in her back door. She felt so unbelievably full, it was too much, breathlessly she pleaded, "Please Professor, stop! It feels too good, I can't-"
"Sorry, you'll have to say that louder, I can't hear you." Belle shoved two fingers into Hermione's cunny, pistoning them in and out to gather up some of the brunette's wetness, after she'd collected enough she slathered it down her forearm. Satisfied that she was properly lubricated she made a fist and pushed forward, inch by inch her arm slid into it's tight, hot sleeve. Her forearm was halfway inside her student's guts when she rotated her wrist and started to pull back out, she pulled until the girl's anus bulged out, refusing to let go of Belle's fist. She rotated her hand back to its original orientation and plunged back in, faster than before, she went a little deeper before pulling back out again. Her fist fucking quickly developed a rhythm, in; rotate, out; rotate back, faster and deeper with each push, soon she was punching into Hermione's colon up to her elbow.
The fist pounding into her left Hermione completely overcome with pleasure, she could barely breathe, she couldn't form coherent thoughts let alone speak, from Belle's first push into her rectum she was in a near constant state of orgasm. Hermione's cunt gushed and spasmed with each push/pull of the Professor's arm sending more of her girl cum splattering into Belle's soaking wet shirt and from there into the expanding puddle on the floor. The Professor fisted her arse at a blistering pace, every inch of her forearm ploughed into the little brunette before being ripped back out only to repeat the process again and again. After several minutes of constant vigorous anal abuse her cunt's gushes began to slow, first down to squirts then to a trickle, the constant overwhelming pleasure ensured that her spasms continued at full strength even with no girl cum left to ejaculate.
Bathsheda continued brutally fucking her student's arsehole even as each squirt became weaker and weaker, she continued even after they tapered off entirely. After a few more minutes of hammering into Hermione's back door hard enough to ensure it would never completely close again and the little girl's dripping cunt failing to find more juice to add to the growing pool on the floor Belle slowed down. Belle slowly pushed her arm into Hermione's spasming insides one final time, her sleeve's entire body was quaking as she hit the bend of her elbow and stopped. She paused for a moment to let the brunette catch her breath, then she ever so slowly pulled her clenched fist back out of the hot, abused, and sensitive insides of her student, upon reaching the girl's anus she kept pulling. The ring of muscle bulged out and opened even further than it had for her forearm, Hermione's stuttering breathing stopped entirely as Bathsheda continued retracting her fist, she rotated her hand a little bit, more to stimulate the overused nerves in her student's guts than to help free her hand, with a sound halfway between a slurp and a pop her anal assault finally ended.
The pleasure Hermione felt because of the Professor's fist insistently pressing against the inside of her hole was almost unbearable in her exhausted state, each breath came as a gasp, her fingers had long since run out of energy to grip the table, her legs felt like ropes dangling from a centre of pleasure so intense it left her breathless, but as the Professor gave one final pull the sensation peaked, triggering another orgasm. Her back arched and her cunny gave one last pitiful dribble and once more she collapsed bonelessly onto the desk.
Belle took a step back to examine her handiwork, the formerly tight ring of muscle was red and looking very sore, it was stretched wide and didn't seem to be able to close up again, the way it gaped offered a clear view into Hermione's rectum. Overall Belle was quite pleased with herself, the only issue now was that she really needed to cum.
HERMIONE GETS SODOMIZED IN THIS SECTION
She paused another moment to admire the way Hermione's gaping arsehole twitched weakly every few seconds before leaving her student on the desk, struggling with the aftershocks of an incredible orgasm, and moved to her own desk at the front of the classroom. She plonked her bum into her chair and pulled open the bottom right drawer of her desk, she rifled through the various… objects, she would use on certain students as rewards, or punishments… depending on the student's preference. She picked up one of the largest ones, it had nothing on a full size UniCock™ but it was still nearly the size of her forearm with thick ribbing down its length, it was more than most people's arses could handle. The object was a dildo, one that had no need for a harness to attach itself to the woman in need of a cock, it was long, thick, ribbed and covered with runes, two balls, each half the size of a bludger, hung beneath a large bulbous protrusion on one end of the toy.
Belle, cock in hand, stood from her chair and walked back to her newest lover. Hermione was showing signs of consciousness, barely, every now and again she would put her toes on the floor and try to support herself but she could never manage enough energy to actually stand. She could probably use a pick me up, Professor Babbling thought, she moved to her wand and with a well practised summoning charm she called a bottle of UniCock™ Brand Virility-Invigorating-Anal-and-Genital-Restorative-Aqua, for witches, or wizards, we don't judge; for those times you just have to ride the unicorn, but don't want to be left feeling like you did until halfway into next week, from her quarters. The bottle arrived quickly and landed in her hand with a quiet slap, she popped the cork and took a short look at her lover's ruined back entrance, she felt a small rush of pride for a job well done and then she pressed the open mouth of the bottle into her student's hole and poured a bit inside. With a quick flick of her wand the small amount of potion evenly coated her student's rectum, another little flick activated the restorative. The effect was nearly instantaneous, her gaping arsehole quickly returned to its normal flesh tone and closed up a little, not much, just enough to give her a proper hug while she pumped a massive helping of her genes into the girl's colon.
Bathsheda set the little bottle on the chair next to the dest and widened her stance while crouching slightly in order to get her thighs apart enough for the toy, she brought the oversized member between her thighs and pressed the large rune engraved bulb into her lower lips, they were wet and slippery so the toy slid into her canal with relatively little effort despite the size of the bulbous protrusion. Magical energy pulsed from the bulb sending a pleasant buzzing through the sensitive tissues of her pussy as the toy attached itself to her. An experimental tug sent a shot of pleasure throbbing down the dildo's length indicating the magical apparatus was working as intended, a nasty smirk crept onto her face.
Belle stepped up to her lover's backside and rested the tip of her new appendage against the slightly gaping sphincter, she wasn't in the mood for any kind of foreplay, she wanted to bathe her lover in her spunk, inside and out, so that was what she was going to do. With one quick thrust of her hips she sheathed every inch of her thick ribbed cock into the brunette's rectum.
The sudden thick intrusion coming through her back door felt almost painfully good and Hermione couldn't stop a loud groan from escaping her mouth. She barely had enough time to grip the table before she felt something warm and firm against her open cheeks, she felt two pointed lumps of soft flesh on her back and hot breath on the back of her neck. A deep and hoarse voice she barely recognized as Belle's whispered, "Do you like that?"
Hermione whispered back, "I love it, I love it so much Professor." The amount of need in her voice shocked her, and there was something about her own desperation that turned her on even more.
She felt a kiss pressed into the back of her neck, a shiver raced down her spine from the contact, the Professor's hoarse voice whispered again, "Good answer love, hold on tight."
Two hands dug into her hips and the girthy object parked in her arse was ripped out violently before being slammed right back in so hard she felt her brain rattle around in her skull, oddly her hips didn't hurt from getting smashed into the desk, not that she had enough brain power available to notice. Belle once again set an incredible pace into and back out of Hermione's well lubricated colon, the massive object felt amazing as it reshaped her lower intestine in preparation for the sloppy white paint job that was cumming next.
The room was filled with a chorus of sounds, loud female grunts, one high the other deep, both desperate with need, mingled with heavy breathing, a wet slurping noise caused by a turgid pole pumping rapidly in and out of a tightly clinging ring and the sharp staccato sound of flesh slapping into flesh. They'd bare;y started and Bathsheda could already feel an enormous orgasm building from the way the dildo was beginning to pull magic from her core down into its large balls. Her oversized balls tightened as they began to fill with a potent mixture of sperm and semen, a stray thought somehow floated through Belle's sensation overloaded mind, it's a good thing I've got this in her arse, I didn't even think about contraceptives. The thought was brutally shoved from her mind by the imminent discharge of her cum gun. Between grunts she managed to ask, "In or out?"
"What?" Hermione asked in confusion, she barely even registered the question through the sinfully distracting sensation of being viciously sodomized and she had no idea what it meant.
Belle's voice was clearly strained as she grit out, "I'm gonna cum and it's going to make a big sticky mess, do you want it up your arse or in your hair?"
Hermione opened her mouth to answer when she realized she kinda wanted both, she'd have to analyze that more later-
The Professor loudly interrupted her thoughts, "Hermione, I can't hold on much longer."
The toy rearranging her guts and the Professor's hips slamming into her arse cheeks felt so good that she didn't want to lose it, she loudly announced her decision, "Cum in me! Please! Make a huge mess in my bum!"
Permission obtained, Belle tightened her hold on her student's hips and surged forward letting her control go entirely, a torrent of magically generated and highly potent baby batter erupted from her engorged testicle facsimiles, through her enchanted silicone dick, past Hermione's back entrance, and flooded into her cum catcher's guts. Each pulse of her cock sent another helping of hot creamy seed into the girl beneath her, each jet of cum pushed her deposit deeper into her cock sleeve's bowels.
A slimy wet heat suffused Hermione's belly, with each twitch of the enormous thing in her rear the warmth intensified and the arousing unfamiliar sliminess moved closer to her stomach. The incredible pleasure she felt left her Babbling incoherently while her lover moaned in her ear. The stiff pole stretching her arse jerked again, firing the sensitive nerve endings therein and prolonging the mind numbing orgasm she'd been having since the moment Belle started ruthlessly sodomizing her again.
Eventually Belle loosened her hold on Hermione's hips and straightened, her toy was slowly recharging, every few seconds a slight shiver of pleasure would run up her spine as her cock twitched inside it's current home, unloading every bit of newly generated spunk into an already overstuffed hole. That was fantastic, she thought to herself, but I'm not anywhere near finished with my new cock warmer, with that thought in mind she cast another summoning charm, this time she called a bottle of UniCock™ Brand, Semen-Enhancing-and-Enriching-Draught, For those times you just have to blow a bigger load, whether you're making babies or just making a mess we've got you covered so you can cover your partner, inside and out, from her quarters. A moment later it slapped into her hand, less than a second afterward she'd popped the cork and downed the entire bottle.
Through the pleasurable haze of post orgasmic bliss a stray thought crossed Hermione's mind, "Professor, Shouldn't we be getting ready to go down to supper?"
"No."
She didn't exactly object, she really didn't want to be around anyone right now, except Belle, but she still felt compelled to ask, "Why not?"
Professor Babbling's now familiar and very welcome weight settled onto her back once more and a tongue ran up the back of her neck, sending another delightful shiver lancing down Hermione's spine. Bathsheda's voice was low and rough when she whispered into her ear, "Because Miss Granger, we're not going to supper."
Hermione's pussy squeezed around her fingers tightly as she remembered walking (Read; trying to walk) back to her dorm that night, long after curfew, with Belle's warm seed sloshing around deep inside her. She recalled being unable to stop smiling, since each step made her arsehole twinge in rembered pleasure, it felt so good, so indescribably right, it was like nothing else in the world. It was the first time she'd had semen inside her and perhaps it was the fact that it had cum from the object of her fantasies, but it gave rise to a spark, she liked the feel of Babbling's toy twitching in her bum, the feel of it spurting load after load of hot cum into her, the way Bathsheda would moan into her ear and mumble about how good Hermione's arse felt as she slammed her hips forward again and again…
That had been more than a month ago, on her birthday actually. She'd been instructed to come back every night, and she did. Every single night she came back hungry for more, night after night for weeks Belle would apply a couple runes and then sodomize her with toys or her hands, but every night ended the same way, her magical strapless dildo pumping thick magically generated baby batter deeper and deeper into Hermione's guts to make room for even more of her seed. Getting creampied repeatedly every night had pushed her desire to have semen inside her to fetishistic levels. It didn't have to be much, just knowing that someone had dumped a blob of their genetic material into her was enough. Now she just felt… empty? No, not quite empty just… unfulfilled, like she wasn't getting everything she wanted out of an orgasm until someone's cock spat a blob of cum into her.
She'd ran into Professor McGonagall that night and when the older woman demanded to know why she was out after curfew Hermione handed over the little note Bathsheda had scribbled and tapped with her wand. Hermione recalled glancing at it long enough to read it, it said, "Sorry about Miss Granger being out after curfew, I gave her an impromptu Runes lesson and we got quite carried away with it. - B. Babbling." Professor McGonagall's eyebrows rose, she seemed quite surprised by what was written, when she looked away from the note she wore an odd little smile, she asked, "Did you enjoy your first lesson in Ancient Runes Miss Granger?"
There was something in the way she said 'Ancient Runes' that Hermione found strange, it made her cheeks turn pink as she quietly mumbled, "Yes, very much."
"Very well Miss Granger, you may go." Professor McGonagall pocketed the slip of parchment and handed back a more generic looking pass, "I'll just hold onto this, Professor Babbling is never quite... explicit enough, with these notes for my taste."
Hermione took the note, mumbled a thank you and shrugged off Professor McGonagall's odd choice of words, just happy to get out of the interaction without getting in a huge amount of trouble.
Minerva watched the little muggleborn anal enthusiast hobble away and she pulled the note back out of her pocket to reread it, "Hey Minnie, I just spent a few hours railing your little genius' bum, I haven't cum that much in a long time. Get your arse to my room quick, I wanna brag, - Love, Babbles." She looked up again and noticed something, she casually removed her wand from her robes and flicked a mild tightening charm at the retreating girl's posterior. She barely noticed the small yelp confirming that she'd hit her target, evidently Bathsheda had overused the poor girl's bum, at least that's what the trail of white drips on the floor seemed to indicate. Minerva turned back and saw a trail of similar white spots dotting the floor, she suspected that she knew where she would end up if she followed the trail, which was convenient since it was exactly where she was headed. She started down the hallway, vanishing the little spots along the way.
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