Hermione was breathing heavily. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest as if she had just run a marathon, and even though she had never accomplished such an athletic achievement in her life, she could hardly imagine she would feel as damn good at the end of a marathon like she did now after that one shattering orgasm Minerva had just given her. She laughed at the thought, even though she was still trying to catch her breath.
Her whole body shook and twitched as she slowly came down from the high and found her way back to earth from a dizzying height. Minerva's fingers were still inside her, although they had slowed down significantly as her orgasm had hit her and finally stopped completely to give Hermione a chance to come to her senses. She was grateful for that. She wanted to feel them inside her for as long as possible, the three fingers inside her, Minerva's thumb still on her clit, albeit with barely noticeable pressure.
Hermione carefully removed her fingers from the top edge of the desk, which she had been clinging to so tightly that she hadn't even noticed how cramped her hands were. God, she felt so heavy, so good, so unbelievably good. She had known all these years that Minerva McGonagall was an extremely gifted and talented witch and had fast and agile hands, especially when it came to casting spells, but she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams just how capable those fingers actually were - and God knows she had done that often and in detail, as the notebook, the reason why she actually had to come to school this evening, was a clear testimony.
Since Minerva's hand had disappeared between her shoulder blades, she took that as unspoken permission to prop herself up, as the hard surface of the desk seemed to get increasingly uncomfortable the longer she lay on it, undistracted by the headmistress's touch. Her breathing had now slowly calmed down and now that she straightened up, she also felt how much her legs were shaking under the sudden strain.
She moaned slightly as the straightening of her upper body and the shift in weight also changed the angle of Minerva's fingers, which were still inside her, igniting a new wave of pleasure in her without the Scottish woman standing behind her even moving a centimeter.
It was noticeably quiet behind her anyway and she wondered what was going on in Minerva. Did she regret having just fingered one of her former students on her desk? Was she wondering how she could gently tell Hermione that this was a mistake she regretted and how she could send her home without further comment? Hermione felt a chill run through her at the thought. The idea of finally being able to have Minerva after so many years, only to lose her again shortly afterwards, was almost unbearable.
But before these dark thoughts could take possession of her any further, she felt a delicate hand wrapping around her stomach from behind and pressing her tightly to the warm body behind her. Hermione gasped as she felt Minerva's breasts against her back and writhed under the headmistress's tight grip around her middle. She shuddered as she felt Minerva's hot breath on her ear: "Who said you could straighten up, my dear? Hm?"
Hermione winced as she felt Minerva's fingers inside her slowly starting to move again. "Obviously you still haven't learned your lesson, Miss Granger. What a shame...well, if you don't want to hear, you have to feel, right?" Even though Minerva's voice was very quiet, it was dripping with lust and sensuality. Hermione let out a small whimper and even without Minerva's long fingers, which were now moving out of and back into her almost painfully slowly, making a smacking noise, she would have known how wet she was again.
"Maybe the first lesson was too quick. Maybe we have to repeat the whole thing more slowly so that you actually remember it. What do you think, Miss Granger?" Hermione found it incredibly difficult to even form a clear thought, let alone form coherent sentences from these thoughts and let them escape her mouth without slurring drunkenly with pleasure. She had closed her eyes at the terribly slow pace Minerva had set this time and was trying to keep herself upright as best she could.
The iron grip on her middle suddenly loosened and Minerva pushed her anything but gently back against the desk, on which Hermione now supported herself with her arms and gasped in surprise. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, Miss Granger," she said authoritatively behind her.
"Y-yes, P-Professor," Hermione managed as Minerva's fingers slowly slid out of her once more and just as slowly went back into her. Hermione groaned. This pace was so much worse than the previous one, so much more intense, so much more torturous. While it had previously felt as if Minerva wanted to impale her with her fingers and shoot her into the next galaxy with the speed of her fingers, Hermione could now practically watch as her lower abdomen tightened little by little and the pleasure spread unbearably slowly inside of her.
"We clearly need to work on your expression too, girl. Full sentences if I may ask or I'll drag this lesson out even further." God, no matter how much Hermione wanted this moment to never end and for her to be forever at the mercy of the raven-haired beauty behind her, she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep up this pace for long. Her entire focus was on her lower abdomen, on the heat bubbling within it, the pleasant tightening that increased with each of Minerva's movements within her, and the wetness that flowed out with each time Minerva's fingers escaped her as she would want to suck all the bodily fluids out of her. How could she even utter a clear sentence like that?
She tried with all her might to activate the last brain synapses that she had left that Minerva hadn't completely fucked away in order to comply with the tall Scottish woman's wish: "Y-yes-aaaahhhh, P-Professor, another l-lesson, oh God, it definitely won't d-do any harm. R-repetition is, heavens, aaaahhhhh, i-important, I totally agree with you, mmmhhh. P-Please, oh p-please teach me, aaahhhhh."
She could feel the smile spreading across Minerva's lips behind her as the professor spoke again, "That sounds better, Miss Granger. That's how I like it. Good girl." Hermione let out a deep moan at the older woman's praise and she knew she would do anything to be praised even more.
"Well then let's see how good your stamina is, my dear. Rest your arms on the table, bend slightly forward, keep your legs spread wide", Minerva ordered her and Hermione obeyed without hesitating for a second. She even stood slightly on her tiptoes and lifted her ass upwards in the hope of increasing Minerva's speed, but the powerful witch was not in the least impressed by this or even affected the way she satisfied the younger witch with her fingers.
"Nice try," she smiled as she slowly stroked Hermione's inner walls again and slowly drove the brown-haired woman in front of her crazy, "but I am setting the pace here and either you take what I give you or...you get nothing." With these words she pulled her fingers completely out of Hermione, who howled in agony at the sudden emptiness between her legs, but didn't dare move even a bit or complain. The fear that the strict Scottish woman would only delay her orgasm even further or, even worse, even deny her it altogether was too great.
She just whimpered softly, feeling her abdomen continue to contract rhythmically, her inner walls helplessly trying to close tightly around something that wasn't there. However, she seemed to have done something right by remaining motionless, because she felt a finger sliding up and down her labia again and she couldn't suppress a pleasant shiver that ran through her at the feeling.
She bit her bottom lip in pleasure and couldn't help but wonder when the last time had been that she had felt so dirty and yet so incredibly good. She couldn't believe that she was standing here, in the middle of the office of none other than Minerva McGonagall, the headmistress of Hogwarts and the most powerful witch in all of Britain, leaning on the desk of the woman she'd dreamed of for decades and whose thumb was currently penetratig her from behind.
At first she was disappointed at the missing two fingers that had just filled her, but the next moment she was proven wrong when she felt those same two fingers running along her pussy lips and at the highest point with each thrust of Minerva's thumb taking her clit between them. Hermione gasped in shock as she felt the wonderful pressure of the two fingers on either side of that incredibly sensitive little spot, and she couldn't suppress a twitch in her lower abdomen which tried to follow Minerva's fingers, which were already retreating from her clit, only to go up again and elicit a pleasant shiver from her. God, what talented fingers this woman had!
"Hold still," Minerva sighed behind her, seeming to enjoy Hermione's uncontrolled convulsions despite her statement. A firm hand wrapped around Hermione's hip, ensuring that the brown-haired witch stayed in place as Minerva continued to drive her crazy with her long fingers, spreading the moisture that streamed out of Hermione with each thrust between her pussy lips and all the way up to her clitoris.
Hermione made naughty noises that she had never heard before. But she didn't care what she sounded like at that moment, if only this goddess behind her would never stop touching her.
"You're pretty wet, my dear. It's shockingly easy to penetrate you when you're so wet for me. You're so wet, so tight, so nice and warm, I could go on like this forever", McGonagall whispered hoarsely in her ear and Hermione swallowed audibly hard. As wet as she was between her legs, her mouth was dried out at that moment and she tried desperately to wet her lips with her tongue to give her mouth some relief.
"But you've been such a good girl...Do you want to cum, Miss Granger?" Hermione only whimpered and nodded her head eagerly. The thumb inside her and the two fingers that had just been sliding along her pussy lips abruptly stopped moving and the hand around her hip noticeably tightened its pressure as Minerva whispered menacingly, "What was that?"
Hermione let out a deep breath before uttering a response, "P-please, oh p-please, P-Professor, let me cum. I w-want to cum so bad, p-please. I n-need your fingers, I'm so close. P-Please don't stop, d-don't stop, please don't stop." Hermione couldn't believe how whiny and pleading she sounded, but then again she didn't care if Minerva just kept going and she finally had the releasing orgasm that she longed for so much.
Her fingers slowly started moving again and Hermione moaned with pleasure. "Oh yes, oh yes, so good," she murmured blissfully to herself and Minerva seemed to enjoy hearing the verbalized pleasure of the woman dressed in school uniform in front of her.
"What do you want, Miss Granger? Tell me! I want to hear it," and her fingers sped up almost imperceptibly, eliciting a deep sigh from Hermione.
"F-fuck me, P-Professor, oh please...fuck me," she uttered throatily, gasping as the headmistress immediately complied with her wish, ramming her thumb into Hermione's wet hole with such intensity that Hermione believed to see stars. Hermione's body seemed to be made up of nothing but pleasure as she met each of Minerva's thrusts, her abdomen beginning to twitch uncontrollably with each time the two outer fingers moved along her clit.
Her moans became louder and throatier and a strange feeling spread through her abdomen, as if she desperately needed to empty her bladder, but she could barely concentrate on it, let alone gain any kind of control over her body, which was entirely under the control of Minerva's capable hands.
The feeling grew stronger with each of Minerva's relentless thrusts and her orgasm grew closer and closer. She could already feel her inner walls clenching tightly around Minerva's thumb, trying to suck it further into herself. She wanted so badly to let go, to finally find release, but at the same time she felt like she was letting go of so much more.
Before she could even think about how to get out of this dilemma, Minerva's hand, which had just been clutching her hip, had found its way to her breast, cupped it and pinched her nipple. Hard. Hermione screamed - and let go. She felt her body bucking in a final tension-filled ecstasy, her inner walls gripping Minerva's fingers tightly like a vice before they twitched wildly and all the dams within her seemed to burst.
She felt warm liquid squirt out of her as Minerva continued to move her thumb, seeming to squeeze any liquid out of her. The orgasm was so powerful that Hermione trembled all over and she felt the warm liquid running down the inside of her thighs. She had heard of female ejaculation, but had always dismissed it as a myth - until now.
Hermione was panting heavily and had difficulty standing. Minerva seemed to sense this, because she gently pulled her former student backwards until her legs hit her desk chair and sat down. Hermione had no choice but to follow the headmistress's gentle pull and fall weakly and still breathing heavily onto her lap, her head resting on her strong shoulder, her trembling and heavy legs dangling to either side, even though this meant that she was now sitting with her legs spread wide on her headmistress's lap - who seemed to have wanted exactly that, because as soon as Hermione had let herself fall on top of her, she felt those talented hands wrapping around her body again and kept her in that position. "Professor," she blurted out, "I – I can't take any more. Please, that was, oh my God, I..."
"Shhhhhhhh, my dear, calm down. Just one more, be a good girl and give me one more," Minerva whispered soothingly in her ear and Hermione surrendered to her. Surrendered to her voice, her hands, her warmth enveloping her from behind and her finger making its way with precise certainty over her stomach to her clit, still pulsating slightly from the previous orgasm, and came resting lightly on it.
"Vibratio," Minerva whispered and it took Hermione a moment to realize that Minerva had just uttered a spell when she felt the vibrations in the finger that was on her clit and with it her whole body was once again in ecstasy, which was still trying to recover from her last orgasm.
While her moans had previously been deep and throaty, now sounds were escaping from her mouth in an extremely high pitch that Hermione had never heard before. She sounded like the little schoolgirl she was dressed as and couldn't believe how much she whimpered with need as the vibrations from Minerva's fingers shot through her body like electric shocks, squeezing every last bit of pleasure from her body.
Once again her abdomen contracted with pleasure and she could already feel the approaching orgasm that was about to overtake her. Her whole body was twitching, she no longer had any control over it and Minerva didn't seem to care this time because she continued to press her vibrating finger recklessly against Hermione's clit.
Suddenly Minerva's other hand closed around Hermione's neck and pressed lightly. Hermione opened her eyes in shock and felt panic rise as she feared for her air supply. But Minerva kept the pressure around her neck even and Hermione began to enjoy the feeling of being at Minerva's mercy and trapped by her in this way. The fear that had already subsided completely faded in the next moment when Minerva whispered again in her ear and the already vibrating finger began to vibrate against Hermione's clitoris with such intensity through the spell "Vibratio maximo" that Hermione's body reared up one last time pressed against Minerva's fingers on her clit and her hand around Hermione's neck, seemed to freeze in midair and collapse again with a sharp cry.
Minerva wrapped both arms around the exhausted witch's chest and waist to keep her from falling off the chair and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple as she slowly came down from her orgasm.
"Are you all right?" she asked tentatively, the stern professor completely gone from her voice. She carefully ran her nose along Hermione's cheek as she waited for a response from the young woman, who was slowly catching her breath and was still experiencing slight twitches from her last, most violent orgasm.
"Hermione?" she asked again. Instead of answering, Hermione turned her head to Minerva and met the older woman's gaze with half-closed eyes. Hazel brown met emerald green and both women didn't hesitate for a second as they brought their heads forward and let their lips meet slightly. The kiss was so light and so gentle and so slow that they barely felt it, and yet it said so much more than the hungry kiss they had exchanged at the office door.
Hermione carefully pulled away from the thin, soft lips and looked deep into Minerva's eyes before finally answering her: "All right?! I'm not all right at all, I'm far from all right , I'm...I don't know what I am. I probably don't even know who I am right now, I'm more than all right right now. I'm...God, I think I just died and was reborn again and I'm feeling everything and nothing right now. I feel empty and full at the same time and...God, there are no words for, what you just did to me, what feelings you just triggered in me, what you just released in me is...indescribable. I don't even know what I'm talking about, I...I'm unable to put into words how I'm feeling right now. It was so good, Minerva, so good, so good. God. That doesn't even come close. It was out of this world, it was…I should stop talking."
Hermione shook her head in disbelief at her lack of expression, while Minerva simply grinned in satisfaction and amusement. "Oh, you think that's funny, Professor, yes?" Hermione raised a challenging eyebrow. Minerva's grin only grew wider and her green eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Oh, you'll soon lose that grin, Professor ," Hermione said confidently as she rose from Minerva's lap and knelt in front of her. Minerva's eyes widened as Hermione slid her hands under the still fully clothed black-haired woman's cloak and ran them up to her knees, gripped them tightly and pushed the proud witch's legs apart with a jerk.
Minerva gasped in surprise and her eyes widened even further when Hermione positioned herself between her legs, licked her lips lasciviously and looked deep into the headmistress's eyes: "I've done some extra homework, Professor, which I would like to present to you orally."
But before Hermione could lean forward to live out another of her fantasies from the notebook, which Minerva would also enjoy, a delicate but strong hand on her shoulder stopped her. Confused, she looked up into her headmistress's green eyes and the rejection that Hermione had already feared after her first orgasm now hit her full force in the face as she heard Minerva's words, loud and clear: "Hermione, wait. Please don't."
There it was, the moment that Hermione had been expecting all along and which she had hoped with every further touch from Minerva that it wouldn't happen after all. The end of her fantasy, the end of her happiness. It would have been too good to be true. Like the colorful paint that had filled her life in the last few minutes, it now withdrew with a jerk, leaving behind only shades of gray and black and white. With a jerk, Minerva had torn the blissful contentment out of her body and thrown her back into her old life, a life full of bitterness and pain. The fantasy was over.