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Harry waited for class to end, watching as a few students approached Professor Malfoy in the front of the room to ask questions. While she was answering them, she looked at him over a student's shoulder and said, "Why don't you go wait by my office? I'll just be a minute, and I don't want our conversation to keep the next class waiting."
He nodded and collected his things. On his way out, he bumped into Daphne, who'd overheard the professor and now looked up at him with wide, worried eyes. "Are you in trouble already? It's the second class, Harry!"
He chuckled, wondering how much to explain. "Not trouble. When she heard I was a writer, she asked for a sample. Apparently, she tore right through it and wants to talk about it. I don't have anything else to do, so I don't mind."
Daphne nodded. "I see. Well, let me know when you get back and we'll head for dinner!"
"Sure thing," Harry said with a grin.
Several minutes later, as he stood outside Professor Malfoy's office, jittering like a fool, she finally appeared. He kept picturing her pout when she realized the story wasn't about her. What exactly did she want to talk about?
She muttered a soft, "Hey," as she passed him, then unlocked her door and let them both in.
Harry's eyes widened as he stepped inside. Perhaps it shouldn't have surprised him so much, but he hadn't expected her walls to be covered in diagrams of the female body, complete with descriptions of how to bring pleasure to each region. A bookcase along one wall was filled with textbooks sporting titles like "The Intimate Geography of a Woman."
Professor Malfoy held out her hand, directing Harry toward a seat in front of her desk, then she set her supplies down on the cluttered surface. She reached to the back of her head, pulling out a hair tie and letting out a long sigh. "Ugh, this place can be so uptight. Do you mind if I get comfortable? Who am I kidding, of course you don't."
She walked to the front of the desk and sat on top of it, running a hand through her hair and shaking it out. Her dirty blonde locks fell around her shoulders in golden waves that glowed in the warm lighting. Then she reached to her chest and released a few buttons. They popped open like they'd been waiting all day for that moment, and Harry felt like he was about to do the same. This was probably her usual "get comfortable" routine, but it revealed far more of her bra than he'd glimpsed that first day. She wore a black one today, and it looked too small for her. Tan cleavage spilled over the top, revealing a bit of pale skin just under her tan line.
She chuckled and shook her head. She stared down at him through her glasses like a predator who had cornered its prey. "Harry Potter. How old are you?"
"Twenty-one," he replied.
"Ahh, okay. I'd thought you were eighteen, like most freshmen. When I heard you wrote that story two years ago, I thought to myself, 'Oh my god! Am I really so horny that the mind of a high school boy can turn me on?' Needless to say, I feel a little better about myself now."
Harry's eyebrows rose. "You liked it that much, Professor? It was my best-selling work, but I wasn't very successful, so that isn't saying much."
As she nodded slowly, one of her hands dropped between her thighs as if her fingers needed the warmth. "Very much so. And when we're alone, you can call me Narcissa. I feel much younger that way," she said with a wink.
"I'll do that." At her arched eyebrow, he added, "Narcissa."
"There we go! I feel more energetic already. You must have a lot of experience with women, Harry, if your story was any indication." When he winced and was slow to answer, Narcissa arched an eyebrow. "Hold on. Don't tell me you're a virgin!"
"I'm not," he chuckled awkwardly, definitely not the conversation he'd been expecting. "It's just that my first experience didn't go very well."
"Ooh, do tell," she said, leaning forward.
"Well, after graduation, my girlfriend got into a school on the other side of the country. We slept together, expecting it to cement our relationship but... she didn't have a great experience. We broke up soon afterward."
"Ahh. It can be confusing the first time. Did you forget lube?"
Harry shook his head, hoping she would leave it at that, but she kept prying.
Narcissa hopped off her desk and leaned toward him, holding herself up with a hand on his chair's armrest. As she did so, her breasts hung just a foot from his face, and his eyes ached with the desire to stare.
"Were you too quick? A one-pump chump, as they say? Or maybe you forgot to warm her up beforehand and just rammed right in there?"
"Uh, no. And no."
She held out her arms. "Well, I'm out of guesses. What was the problem?"
Harry couldn't meet her eyes as he answered, "I was a little too big for her. We had to stop because she was in pain."
Narcissa's eyebrows rose. "Oh. Wow. Was it the length or girth?"
She just kept pushing.
He fidgeted in his seat, feeling blood rush south at his teacher's sudden fascination with his sex life. "Both, I guess. I never did get all the way in."
She let out a low whistle. "Well, I bet she was kicking herself a few years later. It might take time to work up to the big ones, but they're well worth it when you do," she winked. "Do you remember my first lecture?"
"Of course. It was just a few days ago."
"I'm not just a professor, you know. I work in research. The more I publish, the more prestige I gather, and the more I can negotiate for a raise. I won't bore you with all that but... I was wondering if we could help each other out."
"Um, of course. Do you have a TA position open?"
She chuckled deeply. "No, not exactly. This is an unpaid position, but it would help with a paper I'm working on."
Harry shrugged. "Well, I'm game. Whatever you need, I'm yours."
Her smile widened. "I was hoping you'd say that." Then she pushed off his chair and lowered to her knees. Her hands came up, resting on his thighs. "As I said that first day, there's this elusive orgasm that only very few women ever experience. It's triggered in the throat. You see, it's not easy finding a man with the length required to hit that spot. Do you recall that part of the lesson?"
He nodded quickly, paying keen attention to her hands as they drifted up his legs. He had an idea where this was going but couldn't believe it. This couldn't be happening, could it?
"Perfect. You're a good student, Harry. I can tell. And if you want to satisfy the girls at this school, you'll need a little practice to build up your stamina, won't you?" As he nodded, her deft fingers ran along the outline of his cock. She reached his zipper and started pulling it down. "As I said... I think we can help each other."
Harry was frozen in place by utter disbelief. His gorgeous professor knelt before him, unbuttoning his jeans and biting her lip. As she started tugging them down, he stood slightly and tucked his thumbs in his waistband, thrusting the pants down to his knees.
As his cock sprang free, Narcissa's lips parted and curled into a smile. She stared for a few seconds, then wrapped her fingers around his base and wiggled it gently. "Dear god, boy! No wonder that girl was in pain. If I knew what you were packing, I would have invited you to my office earlier."
Harry's confidence soared as she moved closer, adjusting her knees so she could get comfortable.
"Do you think it'll work for your research?" he asked.
She started jerking slowly up and down. "This is perfect. Thank you, Harry. You're just what I needed."
With that, she leaned down and closed her lips around the tip of his cock. Her tongue ran in circles as she sucked lightly, then pulled back with a pop. A laugh vibrated in her throat, then she returned, bobbing her head lower and lower. She worked her way down, pressing her tongue against the underside of his shaft.
When she needed air, she pulled back and kept jerking, covering him in her spit from tip to bottom until her hand slipped along easily. "How am I doing? Better than that old girlfriend?"
"So much better," he muttered, just focusing on holding back. He didn't want the moment to end, never mind so soon.
Her hand stopped. "Careful, now. I haven't even gotten to test myself yet. You need to hit my throat, remember? Hold on for as long as you can."
He nodded, and she returned.
This time, she forced herself down and down until he pressed against the back of her throat. She bobbed and gagged on his cock. One hand held his base firmly, but the other ventured south, between her legs. The professor's eyes closed, and she hummed with pleasure.
Just as Harry thought he might be done for, she pulled back again. Spit ran down his length as she sucked in a deep breath.
"Mmm, I definitely felt something there."
She must have seen his eyes rolling back, because she laughed a little and added, "I can tell I'm torturing you. Next time you get close, just let loose. It'll be easier cleanup if you just shoot in my mouth."
Those words nearly finished him, but he held on a little longer. "Yes ma'am," he managed to say as his brain ceased to function.
"Ooh, I like that," she winked. Her lips were plump and red, her cheeks flushed. She pulled her hand out from between her legs, and it was shimmering. "See what you do to me?" Her wet fingers cupped his balls, rubbing her juices in like lotion.
When she lowered her head again, it took an inhuman level of control for Harry to stop himself from bursting. He gripped his armrest so tightly he thought the wood might crack, pressed his feet into the floor, and gritted his teeth. His entire body tensed up with the exertion.
But as he felt the back of his teacher's mouth, her tight throat constricting his head, he couldn't hold out any longer. He let out a long breath as his cock spurted his seed straight into her stomach. He'd never produced so much. Shot after shot erupted from him as Narcissa hummed with delight. Her eyes opened and stared up at him, beautiful blue irises shining with pride.
She held him there several seconds after his final shot, making sure she released every drop, and finally backed away. They were both breathing heavily, and he couldn't tell which of them had the larger smile.
Narcissa stepped back and sat upon her desk once again, imitating how the meeting had started.
"Well," she said through heavy breaths, "I think I'll need a bit more practice. I think I got close a few times, but didn't quite get there. Still, I would call this first experiment a success." She glanced at the clock on her wall and clicked her tongue. "Four minutes, Harry. I know I'm skilled, but you'll need to last longer than that. Come back next week and try to make five."
As he pulled his pants on and stood up, he stared back at her. "Next week? You can't fit me in any sooner?"
"Mmm, I like your choice of words. But no. Too often, and the other faculty will get suspicious. Don't get greedy, boy." Based on the smirk on her lips, though, Harry could tell she liked that eagerness. "Here's lesson number one. Always keep them wanting more. If you give a girl everything she wants too soon, she'll realize you have nothing left to offer, and move on. You can't make it too easy, but neither can you play too hard to get. That's the delicate balance of love. Now, I want you to work on that stamina! Jerk off with lotion a few times, and work on edging yourself. When you get close, pause and catch your breath. Then keep going. Think you can do that?"
"Yes ma'am," he said, knowing it was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Her delicious smile widened. "Perfect. See you soon, Harry."
As expected, the work kept piling up. There was online homework due every Sunday, papers due sporadically, and somehow every professor expected their class to read the day's chapter ahead of time. But Harry kept thinking about Narcissa's instructions, determined not to let her down.
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