Professor Potter (Ch. 4)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Professor Potter 

Chapter 4

Hermione clung to the edge of the mattress with both hands, and her fingers strained against the twisted sheets. She tried to keep her arms steady, but her entire body shook with each shuddering spasm. Her hips were thrust high in the air, trembling as her knees dug into the bedspread. Her wild bush of hair stuck to her damp forehead. She tried to control her breathing, but failed. She panted in both pleasure and anticipation.

Professor Potter knelt behind her, his body pressed close, and his hands were everywhere at once. He had started by spreading her cheeks and licking her pussy until she couldn't see straight. Now, he had two fingers inside her pussy, sliding in and out at a maddening pace, but that wasn't what had her whimpering. It was the other hand. His fingers kept brushing over her drenched lips, then teasing the rim of her asshole. The first time he touched her there, she'd squealed in shock, but now, she practically begged for it. 

She couldn't stop herself from looking back at him with needy, desperate eyes. She wanted to see what he was doing. She turned her head and met his eyes. He smiled an infuriatingly smug, boyish grin, and her face flushed redder. He’d caught her looking, and with an intentional slowness, he pressed his slick finger against her pink, puckered hole. He didn't just push it in. Instead, he applied a gentle, steady pressure until the tight hole opened up, and his finger slid inside.

Hermione bit down on the sheet and moaned. She felt her asshole twitch and spasm around the invading digit. Her pussy contracted in response, squeezing his other fingers tight. Her thighs trembled violently as fat drops of pussy juice rolled down the insides. "Good girl," Harry said, his voice husky and low. "Look at you, taking it so well." She didn't know if she wanted to vanish into the mattress or beg him to keep going.

He worked his finger deeper, twisting and stretching her. With each slow thrust, she felt her body adapt to the strange sensation. There was a bit of a stinging burn that quickly turned into a delicious ache. Her body betrayed her, and she could feel her pussy getting even wetter. It was leaking onto his hand, and her inner thighs were sticky with arousal.

"I love playing with your ass," he whispered huskily, which made her cheeks very warm. Hermione whimpered again and squeezed the sheet until her arms hurt.

Harry pulled his fingers from her pussy, reached around with his hand, and rubbed her clit. He was gentle at first, but he quickly added more pressure. Her body jerked forward involuntarily. She wanted to cry out, but her throat locked up. Hermione experienced everything at once. She could feel his finger fucking her ass, his other hand toying with her clit, and the heat of his body behind her. She could also hear the embarrassingly lewd noises her body made every time he pumped his finger deeper.

"Please," she managed, but she wasn't even sure what she was begging for.

"Please, what, Hermione?" Harry asked, and she could hear the amusement in his voice. He slowed his pace, and she whimpered with frustration.

"Don't stop," she gasped. "Please, Professor, don't stop." Hermione never thought her voice could make such a desperate, lustful sound. 

He grinned cheekily and resumed stroking her clit with exactly the pace that made her lose control. The finger in her ass pushed deeper, and she lost her balance, falling forward onto her face. She buried her mouth in the pillow and screamed into it. Her pussy seized up, and a hot wave of pleasure crashed through her. She climaxed so hard that she saw flashes of color behind her eyelids. Her whole body clenched, and she violently squirted out a torrent of pussy juice that splattered onto the sheets below her. Her legs shook so hard that she worried she might collapse.

The cheeky bastard didn't slow down one bit. He pumped his finger in and out of her ass, then slid two fingers inside her pussy, stretching her from both sides. The sensation was too much. She came again, only minutes after the first. She couldn't think, couldn't speak, and couldn't move … other than the bucking and spasming, of course. She was a shaking, whimpering, overstimulated mess.

She felt Harry's hands leave her body. She felt hollow at the sudden emptiness, but then she felt the head of his cock pressing up against her entrance. He rubbed it between her pussy lips and spread her wetness. He then dragged it up her taint to the tight, quivering ring of her asshole.

She tensed up, but he placed a hand on her hip and squeezed reassuringly. "Relax," he said. "I’m going to make you feel so good." Hermione shuddered and nodded her head. 

He pressed the head against her asshole and pushed, and the ring of puckered flesh stretched. It stung for a split second before it popped over the head. Hermione yelped, the sound muffled in the pillow. Her body quivered as Harry inched forward, slowly sinking deeper as her tight hole adjusted to his size. When he was halfway inside, he leaned over her back and kissed her bare shoulder.

"You're doing so well," he groaned as her hole pulsated around him. "Do you want more?"

She nodded, unable to trust her voice. Her fingers dug into the pillow, and a heavy drop of arousal dripped off her clit. He slid the rest of the way in with a long, smooth thrust. Hermione gasped loudly as every inch of him rubbed against her inner walls. The discomfort quickly turned into pleasure so intense she wanted to cry out. She could feel her asshole stretched to its limit around him, and her pussy still contracting from the orgasm. 

Harry held still for a moment and let her catch her breath. He caressed her lower back lovingly before he started to move. He pulled out, then pushed back in, a little faster each time. The noises were obscene. Her pleasured gasps filled the room and were mixed with the slap of his hips against her ass and the sloppy suction of her body. She knew she must look filthy. Her hair was in her face, her mouth was hanging open, and her ass was high in the air, being fucked like a common slut. The thought of her being treated like a plaything only made it hotter for her. 

She looked back at him, and he met her eyes with a raw, primal lust. Just the sight of his expression made her asshole squeeze tightly. "You feel amazing," he said, and she could hear the strain in his voice. He was close, she realized. He was holding back, waiting for her.

He reached around her waist and found her clit again, and that was all it took. Hermione exploded, climaxing with such force that her vision went white. Her pussy clamped down and attempted to milk a cock that wasn’t there, and her ass squeezed Harry's cock so tight that he lost his rhythm. He groaned, grabbed her hips, and repeatedly pounded her hole until he couldn’t take any more. He held still as his cock throbbed inside her. She felt the hot rush of his cum filling her ass, and the sensation made her whole body shudder. He stayed inside her, moaning, until her ass had milked every last drop. 

Harry pulled out slowly, and she whimpered at the loss. She collapsed onto her side, shivering, and curled up instinctively. Harry stroked her thigh, then kissed the small of her back. "Are you alright, Hermione?"

She nodded, still catching her breath. Her ass felt raw and used, but in the best possible way. Her whole body tingled with pleasure. "You were incredible," Harry praised her as he continued to caress her nude body. Hermione smiled, her face buried in the pillow. She’d never felt so happy in her entire life.

Her hammering heartbeat was beginning to settle, but every nerve in her body still tingled. She could feel Harry’s warmth behind her, his arm draped over her hip, and his hand splayed possessively across her stomach. He laid small kisses on the damp skin at the nape of her neck. Every so often, he ran a gentle hand along the curve of her thigh, and thus, her pussy was at a constant state of wetness.

She felt the slow trickle of his cum leaking from her ass. The thought of it was obscene. Part of her wanted to squirm away and clean herself up, but a bigger part wanted to stay tangled in his sheets forever. She never imagined she could feel this unselfconscious … this perfect.

Her mind drifted to the woman she’d been just a year ago. She was quiet, practically invisible, and always had a book in her hands. Any kind of attention from the opposite sex embarrassed her to no end. She remembered blushing if a guy so much as complimented her handwriting. That girl would have dropped dead at the thought of being naked, spread open, and fucked by the handsome professor. And the worst part was that she loved every humiliating, glorious second of it.

She wondered what Lavender and Parvati would say if they could see her now. Would they even recognize her, or would they just see the same prim, shy Hermione, not knowing she spent her nights getting used in Professor Potter’s bed?

A fresh wave of pride surged through her. She rolled onto her back, ignoring the sticky sensation between her legs. Professor Potter was already watching her, and a slow smile stretched across his face. His eyes traveled the length of her body, lingering on her bare breasts. She could see his pupils widen as he stared at them. Her nipples were still flushed a deep pink, and they jutted out like they were desperate to be sucked.

She couldn’t resist showing off for him. Hermione arched her back and pushed her chest into the air, pretending not to notice how it made her breasts stand up even prouder. Harry’s gaze darkened. He leaned in, slowly ran his hands up her ribs, and brushed his lips over her nipple. The barest touch had her pussy tingling.

Hermione shivered, her body even more sensitive than before. “They’re probably sweaty,” she said, unable to hide her blush. “I didn’t even think …”

Harry silenced her by sucking her nipple between his lips. He swirled his tongue around it, then sucked hard, drawing a sharp gasp from her. Hermione’s hand flew to the back of his head, and she gripped his messy hair. He lavished the same attention on her other breast, and she writhed in pleasure, stuffing her tit deeper into his mouth. “God, you have the best tits,” he said, his voice muffled by her skin. “Don’t ever cover them up for me.”

She let out a helpless giggle. She loved the feeling of him worshipping her, but she also loved the sense of power it gave her. She enjoyed the way he lost himself in her body.

His hand wandered lower, sliding down her smooth belly, and she eagerly spread her thighs. Her pussy was still throbbing and wet. Harry ran his fingers over her puffy mound, then dragged them through her slick, silky lips. She was so sensitive that the lightest stroke made her hips buck.

“You’re still so wet for me,” he teased, rubbing slow circles around her clit.

Hermione let her legs fall open wider, exposing everything to him. She wasn’t embarrassed anymore. She wanted him to see it. She wanted him to know that it was he who made her pussy sopping wet. “I could go again,” she said, and was shocked at her own boldness.

Harry grinned widely. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He kept playing with her hard, swollen clit. With his other hand, he gently pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. Hermione squirmed as she simultaneously experienced the two sensations.

“Would you like me to fuck you again?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

Hermione nodded. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. “But not … not my ass. I want to feel you here.” She placed a hand over her pussy and spread her lips wide. Hermione showed him just how ready she was. “Please, Professor,” she begged.

He kissed her passionately, and she moaned when he sucked on her tongue. He then lined himself up with her entrance. He was rock hard, and the tip of his cock was slick with her juices. He pressed the head into her just enough to part her lips, and then he paused. “I want to watch your face when I slide in,” he said. “You’re so beautiful when you take it.”

Hermione blushed furiously, but she held his gaze. She wanted him to see her desire, her need, and her shameless hunger.

He pushed in slowly, and she felt herself stretch to accommodate him. She was still so sensitive that every inch taken made her gasp. When he bottomed out, she moaned louder than she intended. Harry started to thrust slowly and deeply. He locked his eyes on hers, and she stared back, letting him see her lovely face twist in pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her, and kissed him with everything she had. He responded in kind, rolling his hips and grinding against her clit with every thrust.

She began squirming, which made it feel so much better. Hermione clung to him, loving the weight of his body, the heat of his breath, and the taste of his mouth. He alternated between fucking her and lavishing her nipples with kisses and gentle nibbles, and the combination kept her teetering on the edge.

When she came again, it left her shaking and breathless. Harry followed close behind, groaning as he spilled inside her, filling her up. Harry collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried and twitching inside of her fluttering pussy. Once he caught his breath, Harry rolled onto his back and pulled her with him so she lay atop his chest. He stroked her sweaty back, which made her tremble.

“You’re really coming into your own,” he said while sliding his hands to her ass. He cupped her jiggly bottom and spread her cheeks apart.

Hermione smiled. “I hope so.”

“You’re so much more …” he trailed off, searching for the word.

Hermione propped her chin on his chest and looked him in the eye. “Alive?”

He chuckled. “I was going to say sexy, but I suppose that works, too.”

She kissed his jaw, then nestled into his arms, content to let him hold her. She thought of the old Hermione, and for the first time, she didn’t feel small or pathetic at all. She felt confident and desired. She spread her legs wider and pressed herself against Harry’s thigh, making sure he could feel the wet heat of her pussy on his skin. Hermione promised herself that she would never go back to the way she was.