Harry's office was a quiet one. Near his classroom, in an area of the castle that didn't see much traffic, Harry enjoyed the space he'd been given. He liked how quiet it was. Plus, he got enough guests to keep it from feeling lonely.
"She's at it again!"
"Hello to you too," Harry said, smiling as he looked up from the papers he'd been grading.
Aurora Sinistra entered the room, seating herself in the chair Harry kept for guests. She rubbed her face with a hearty sigh.
"So," Harry said, setting down his pen and lending her his full attention. "Who's at what again?"
"It's Umbridge," Aurora said. "She's got another one of those Educational-Decrees cooked up. She'll announce it tomorrow morning, but word has already gotten around. This time, it's all Muggle sports that are being banned. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
Harry whistled innocently, looking away. Aurora followed his gaze to the corner of the room, where heaps of leftover sports equipment were piled.
"I really can't think of anything that would've gotten under her skin," Harry said. "I'm sure it's a coincidence."
"Of course," Aurora said.
It was a shame his students wouldn't be able to make use of the prizes they won, but all in all Harry was thrilled with the way things were going. Every day Umbridge wasted on silly legislation targeting him was a day she wasn't targeting students. If possible, he'd love to keep himself as her primary concern for the whole year.
"Did you come all this way to let me know that?" Harry asked.
Aurora wiggled in her seat. "I just thought I would visit," she said. "I don't know. Maybe you'd gotten lonely…"
Harry smiled. "I'll get the door."
He flicked his wand and it swung shut. Outside, a sign on the wall flipped around, proclaiming that office hours were now CLOSED.
By the time he finished Aurora had made it around the desk. He tossed his wand aside, using his hands to pull her close. As his fingers mussed up the back of her robes, Aurora straddled him in his chair, kissing him from above. Her dark hair caressed his left cheek.
Aurora grinded down on him as they kissed. Their tongues traded strokes until Harry moved down to her neck, biting and sucking.
"No marks!" Aurora begged. "The students… never miss them… and they — ohhh — ask silly questions!"
Harry pulled back for a second.
"I guess I'll have to stick to more covert places," he sighed.
With a firm grip on the sides, he yanked Aurora's robes open. Aurora gasped as her bra-clad chest popped out. Harry dug his face into her cleavage, nipping at the skin. Aurora laughed. At the same time, his fingers moved up her spin, unlatching her bra. Harry looked up at her as he pulled it loose, casting it aside.
"What now?" Aurora asked tentatively (but eagerly).
Harry broke the pause by pouncing on her breasts again.
He bit her nipples, closing his teeth and sucking fiercely. Aurora's embarrassed giggles were replaced by moans. Her body moved without knowing it, rubbing her crotch against Harry's with desperation.
Harry closed his teeth and pulled his whole head back, stretching one of her breasts until it popped from between his teeth, snapping back to its usual shape. Aurora groaned, her eyes rolling up in her head for a moment. When Harry leaned back in, she planted her delicate fingers on his chest, easing him back in his seat.
Aurora sank down, running her hands along his torso as she went. She dropped onto her knees, Harry spreading his legs to make space for her, and worked open his pants. She went cross-eyed when she got to his cock, pulling it forward until it bumped against the tip of her nose.
"It looks bigger from this angle," Aurora said. "Was this really inside of me?"
"We can always do a demonstration if you don't believe it," Harry said.
"No— Or, later!" Aurora stammered. "First… You're always treating me so well. Let me return the favor."
She slid her hand from his base to the tip a couple times, stroking Harry's girth. Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes and moved her head up to his tip. She had to unhinge her jaw to fit him inside. As she slid down, only taking about a fifth of Harry's dick, her teeth grazed him very slightly.
"You've got to open wider," Harry murmured.
Although it was clearly hard for her, Aurora managed to get her mouth open more, this time sinking about a third of the way down him. She used her hands as much as possible, sliding them along the rest of him while her head moved up and down. Harry wanted to pet her glossy hair, but held back for fear of distracting her. He contented himself listening to her slurping. Although the oral was a bit amateur, Aurora Sinistra looked divine on her knees.
She was picking up speed. Harry could feel himself bumping the back of her throat, forcing soft gags from her. A tear slid from her left eye, dripping down her cheek. Aurora let go of him with one hand, using it to tuck her hair out of the way, pulling a few errant strands out of her mouth.
The door opened.
"Hey, Harry, have you heard that Umbridge— Oh Merlin!"
Septima Vector stopped dead, her jaw dropping open. Aurora gasped, twisting around in front of Harry, accidentally flashing her coworker. She realized this a moment later, hugging her arms across her chest in an X shape, but not before Septima got a long and detailed view of Aurora's dark nipples. Even once her bust was partially covered, it was pretty clear what they'd been up to given where Aurora was kneeling and how she was (un)dressed.
"Marlene was right…" Septima said. "I mean, sorry!"
She spun around, averting her eyes, but she didn't leave.
There was an awkward pause. Harry wanted to laugh because Aurora was pulling a truly fantastic face, looking like a deer watching a truck barrel toward her on the highway. But he held back, because he knew that would only make her angry. He waited for Septima to excuse herself. Instead, the other woman just kind of stood there.
"So… how long has this been going on?" she asked.
"Some time," Aurora said tentatively.
"Since the first day of classes," Harry said. "We drank to celebrate my teaching success. One thing kind of led to another…"
"So you're not dating?" Septima asked.
"Not exactly," Aurora said. She looked like she wanted to re-dress, but Harry had tossed her bra out of reach, and crawling to get it would put her in an even more demeaning position.
"I…" Septima hesitated. "I saw what you were doing. When I came in."
"Oh," Aurora said. "I, well… I mean yes I was… doing that."
"You haven't done it much before, have you?"
Harry watched in befuddlement as this went in a very different direction than he expected it to.
"No, I don't have the most experience," Aurora admitted. "I've only had a few boyfriends before, and we didn't get intimate very often because I was always busy at n-n-night…"
She stammered as she realized what she was admitting. Septima cleared her throat and, to the surprise of everyone (possibly even herself) turned back around.
"I could show you," she said. "I'm not the best, but I know the ropes."
Aurora's mouth was hanging open almost as wide as when she'd been sucking Harry off. "You mean at the same time?"
"Why not?" Septima laughed nervously. "It's been a while, but it wouldn't be the first time I shared. You know once, back when I was a student—" She stopped abruptly, giving a very fake cough. "Well, the point is I don't mind sharing. If you don't."
"Do I get a say in this?" Harry finally spoke up.
"Are you actually turning us down?" Septima asked, arching her eyebrow at him.
"Point taken." Harry spread his legs further. "Are you going to squeeze in?"
Septima moved quickly, afraid that if she hesitated she'd get cold feet. She pulled open her robes as she went. By the time that she slid in beside Aurora, she was topless as well.
She had bigger breasts than Aurora that were just barely beginning to sag. The first thing she did was conjure two hair ties. The first she used on herself, before stretching the second with her fingers and looking at Aurora. "May I?"
When Aurora nodded, she helped the other woman tie her hair back so that it wouldn't get in the way anymore.
"Don't want it getting in your mouth," Septima explained patiently as she worked. "That'll only slow you down."
"Oh, yes! I can… imagine that happening," Aurora said, recalling stumbling over that exact thing before Septima arrived.
The two gorgeous witches leaned toward Harry's cock, looking at it for a moment without doing anything.
"That is a big one!" Septima said.
"That's what I thought!" Aurora said. "It really makes you stretch. My throat was getting totally battered by it…"
Septima gave her partner a mellow smile. "I can help with that. Do you want to try again?"
Aurora looked confused, but she shut her eyes and opened her mouth the way she had before. She moved above Harry's cock and sank down, getting her hands involved again.
Septima let her go at it for about twenty seconds, watching critically. Then she jumped into action.
She leaned behind Aurora, inadvertently pressing her bust to the other woman's back. She reached around, touching Aurora's chin delicately and adjusting the angle she was sucking from.
"Pull your lips tighter. Eyes open. Men love it when you look at them during the act."
Harry watched Aurora's eyes snap open, staring up into his, and felt a shiver run through him. Septima, who was watching him carefully, smirked. Her instructions were delivered comprehensibly. They were authoritative without being bossy— the words of a teacher.
"Go as deep as you can," Septima said. "It's alright. I'm right here to help you through it."
Aurora sank down. Like before, when she tried to take more than a third of Harry, she gagged and was forced back. But she was a good sport. She immediately tried a second time, and now Septima was ready to guide her.
The Arithmancy professor put her fingers around Aurora's neck, massaging her. "You have to relax," Septima said. "It's the only way. It's scary at first, but once you're used to it, the discomfort will go away."
Aurora clearly understood, but it was a different thing to put it into practice. Harry's tip rammed into her tensed throat ten more times before she started to get the hang of it, taking him deeper. At first she only earned a few more centimeters before panicking, gagging, and pulling back. But the next time she gained a few more, and so on.
It wasn't quite deepthroating, but with Septima's guiding voice and touch, Aurora managed to take half of Harry at one time, her technique vastly improving compared to the start.
She finally pulled back, gasping in air as strands of saliva trailed from her mouth to Harry's shaft.
"Howwa zat?" she said, sore jaw getting in the way of her enunciation.
"Very, very good!" Septima said in a nurturing voice. She moved out from behind Aurora, putting them shoulder-to-shoulder again, and reached out. With one finger, Septima wiped away the longest spit strand and brought it to her own mouth. "You showed wonderful improvements, Aurora. Just look at these guys!"
Septima reached out, poking Harry's testicles with one long nail. She did it exactly hard enough not to hurt, making Harry twitch.
"Lovely!" she said. "Just about ready to burst!"
She ran her hands over the sides of her head, ensuring that her hair was tied back properly. That done, she looked over. "You don't mind if I finish him off, do you?"
"Go ahead," Aurora said.
Septima stuck out her wide pink tongue, giving Harry a long lick as she moved up to his tip. Once she was above him she plunged her head down. Her hands grabbed Harry above his haste, and instead of just sliding up and down they twisted too. Harry and Aurora could both hear Septima's lips slurping as they moved against him.
It wasn't that she took him any deeper than Aurora or that she did things differently, she just did them better. There was confidence and — above all — experience in the way she worked a cock. Harry's size was a lot for her to handle, but she adjusted while holding eye contact, her sharp blue eyes taking on a seductive glint.
When Harry took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders, Septima knew what was coming. She dove down him in time for his seed to spill into her throat. When she pulled back, she daintily covered her lips with one hand as she swallowed.
"Sorry," she apologized. "You got it started, but I seem to have stolen the whole reward."
"Well, not all of it," Aurora said, staring at a thin white trail beginning at Harry's slit and running down his shaft. She bent forward, running her tongue up him and cleaning the remnants away. When the taste hit, she squinted. "Bitter!"
Septima giggled. "It is, a little bit. But it's an acquired taste. Once you get it…"
She sighed wistfully.
Seeing that their lesson was done, Harry initiated the next step himself. He stood up, swinging his wand. Everything on his desk hastily cleared itself— papers fluttered into stacks on the floor, books flew onto shelves, and his pen rolled itself off the edge to leave the wooden surface completely bare.
"What was that for?" Septima asked curiously.
Harry scooped her up. Instead of doing it with magic, he wedged his hands under her armpits, straining his arms. He laid her on the table and, getting a good grip on her loose robes, yanked them off over her legs.
"Goodness!" Septima said.
Her panties had been skewed as her robes were removed, curly brown hair and the corner of one puffy pussy lip sticking out of them. Septima had a gorgeous face, large bust, and soft barrel-thick thighs. Her waist wasn't all that narrow, but her stomach was flat. Harry pushed her legs straight up in the air, pulling her panties free as she shimmied to help him.
As soon as she was naked he joined her, finishing shedding his robes. Harry climbed onto the desk while Aurora kneeled just to the side of it, peering over the edge to watch them.
Harry positioned himself on top of Septima. Grabbing her hips, he dragged her closer to get in position, and she gasped.
"This is going to be intense, isn't it?" she asked breathlessly.
"I don't know," Harry said. "You'll have to tell me afterward."
He powered into her from above and her body reacted, her legs going taught while her toes curled. Harry's thrusts made the table underneath them rattle back and forth. He bent down as he thrusted, biting her breasts.
"Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin!" Septima yelled. "I finally get why Rosmerta sounded like that!"
Harry pulled his head away from her breasts. "What was that?"
Septima's already-flushed cheeks got even redder. "Forget I said anything! Keep going!"
Harry obliged.
His teeth marked her breasts all over, while his desk was starting to become wet. When Harry thrusted, arousal would spray out of Septima's pussy, displaced by his cock. It was splattering on the wood and soaking into her curly pubic hair. Next to them, Aurora slipped the rest of the way out of her robes, eagerly awaiting her turn.
Harry was like a mating beast with Septima. She must've been coming out of a long dry spell, because she turned absolutely soaked to his every touch. He took a moment to admire her breasts. They jiggled from the power in each of his thrusts, pockmarked all over with pink and purple bite marks. A moment later Septima's hands latched onto the back of his head, drawing him into a kiss.
Their lips and tongues moved together sloppily as Harry pounded her. He could feel the exact moment when she came. Her tongue hardened, flexing, before going even softer than before. It was nearly limp as Harry played with it inside of her mouth, his hips pummeling Septima's body.
Moans drew his attention. From the corner of his eye, he saw Aurora making noise, rubbing her thighs together. She was too shy to masturbate in front of them, but the sight was turning her on almost too much to hold back. Harry's crotch clapped down against Septima, driving him deeper than at any point before. Her legs flexed and spasmed as her pussy gushed around him, cumming for a second time when her cervix was struck.
When Harry's hips moved back, they pulled all the way out of Septima. He broke their kiss, kneeling above her, and furiously rubbed his cock a handful of times, fingers gliding over skin soaked in pussy juices. Curious what he was doing, Septima lifted her head just as he came.
The semen shot out in long strands with impressive range. Most collided with Septima's breasts, glazing them, but a few particularly powerful spurts managed to reach her face. Septima blinked her long lashes. She licked around her lips, managing to slurp up one of the larger globs, and sighed with satisfaction.
They both looked over at Aurora, whose eyes widened.
"Are… Are you going to do that to me now?" she asked tentatively.
"Something like it," Harry said.
He hopped off of the desk, lifting Aurora up. He kissed her first, then spun her around and bent her over the desk, pressing her torso to its surface. Septima sat up to watch, an excited glimmer entering her eyes.
Seeing Aurora's bare ass in front of him, Harry couldn't resist clapping his hands down on those cheeks and squeezing. Aurora moaned. She only got louder when Harry thrusted into her. He stretched her open, watching her back flex from the sensations.
"See?" Harry said. "It fits."
"Baaarely…" Aurora moaned. "Don't stop!"
That was the last thing on Harry's mind. The firm desk was too heavy to slide no matter how hard they bumped it. Aurora was trapped between that and Harry's body, allowing his cock to pierce as deep as possible with no give. Septima wasn't as bashful as Aurora. Watching her beautiful coworker take it from behind, she didn't even hesitate to shove two fingers into her pussy, biting her lip.
Harry got a grip on Aurora's lustrous hair, still tied back in a ponytail from when she was sucking him off. He tugged it gently and forced her to look up. Once she did, he kissed her.
They coiled their tongues together without their lips touching, because that made it easier to reach. Harry's muscles were pressing onto Aurora's back. He was sure she could feel the definition on his pecs and each of his abs. Instead of holding onto her hair, Harry had moved his hands to her throat and jaw, keeping her head raised with a gentle — yet tough — touch.
"Don't be shy now," Septima said. "Give the show a climax!"
Aurora was already climaxing, but Septima had no way of seeing that. The Astronomy professor's pussy was spasming and squeezing for Harry on almost every other thrust. None of them were very big on their own, but they quickly added up. Arousal was dripping from her thighs down to the floor.
Harry could feel her pussy tugging at him, just begging for him to let loose inside. With a gasp he forced his hips back, stretching until his cock popped out of Aurora, before thrusting forward. Instead of her pussy, the last twenty thrusts were delivered into the space between her thighs. Aurora didn't mind. Just feeling his cock grinding on her slit was enough for her to climax two final times. Then Harry's balls tightened, his cock flexed, and his seed squirted out. Half was trapped between her dusky thighs, while the rest splattered against the edge of his trusty desk.
Harry remained bent over Aurora for a while, catching his breath while Septima fingered herself to a last climax. When she finished, Septima was the first to break the silence.
"So… How often are your office hours open again?" she asked innocently.