"My, my," she said as she took in his size, "you really are packing, huh! I really can't wait to have it inside me!"

Just as the two of them were about to get to the real spicy stuff, the hatch which was previously locked swung open and in walked in Professor Bathsheda Babbling.

"Aurora," she called as she held a picnic basket in her hand, then however her eyes locked on the two of them and the comprising position they were in with barely any clothes on and their privates out in the open.

Dropping whatever was in her hand the spirited begin to scream as she ran out!

"That can't be good," he said as he watched her leave.

"Shit," Aurora, "I forgot she was keyed in."

"You think she would tell?" he asked her. He really didn't want his activities to get out there, it wouldn't be a problem really, but he liked to keep some stuff on the down low.

"No, she is just surprised!" Aurora answered with a shake of her head.

"Well we did give her quite the shock," he chuckled.

"I guess we did," Aurora smiled. "Now where were we?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"I believe you were about to return the favor," he smiled as his pillar stood ram rod straight as if it could pierce the heavens themselves!

-------(BONUS CHAPTER- Check out Pa / treon for more!)

Walking into his Ancient Runes with Professor Bathsheda Babbling, Harry's eyes meet hers as he took a seat. She quickly looked away from him as he could see a hint of a blush at the corner of her cheeks.

The witch was a slim woman with pixie cut hair and bright eyes filled with joy and energy, she was a bit short barely reaching up to his chin with a delicate and springy figure. Her usual ecstaticness was a bit toned down for the day as she welcomed everyone inside and begin the class.

Harry felt a bit bad dampening her bubbly personality, Professor Bathsheda Babbling was always someone that you imagined would hug me in her excitement, something he so wished that it dearly happened.

Staying behind once class was over, Harry wanted to clear the air between them.

"Mr. Potter," Professor Bathsheda said once she saw that he was taking his sweet time, "is there something you wanted to speak to me about?"

"I wanted to talk about last night," he quickly got to the point.

Holding up her hand, Bathsheda put a quick stop to it, "I don't care what you and Aurora have been up to. What you do in your own personal time is up to you. And even if I have a disagreement, it is not like this is something that could sent you to Azkaban."

She was right, their little escapade last night was not a criminal offense it could be viewed as irresponsible or objectionable, but not technically illegal. The wizarding world was really was behind the muggle world in laws, but it worked out perfectly for him.

"But I can see it's nothing you," he noted.

"No it's not," she shouted as she quickly got defensive.

"Really?" he asked as he stepped up nearer to her. He was a whole head taller than her as she was a short, petite woman, and he was like a giant towering over a small cute rabbit when he came up to her.

"Are you sure you are not jealous of Aurora?" he whispered to her.

"What, no?!" she denied but he could see the shiver of pleasure and want pass through her.

"I don't think so," he said with a chuckle. "I think you are just as naughty as Aurora. Thinking some very immoral thoughts of your own students," he leaned in closer as his fingers ran all over her body.

Harry didn't think things would take such a turn like this, all he wanted to smooth things over, but now however here he was seducing her and luring her over to pleasures never experienced before.

"Come tell the truth, Bathsheda, you want this, don't you?" he asked as he was nearly pressed up against her. He was like a hunter chasing after his prey who did not know it yet, but was already caught in his trap.

"I...I..." Bathsheda tried to say as her lips trembled and her eyes fluttered downward. 

"Don't worry," he whispered to her huskily, "I can give you the same pleasures I gave Aurora!"

"B-but it's wrong," the petite woman tried to argue, but he knew she was just doing for posterity's sake at this point. 

"No one has to know," Harry replied and emphasize the point he waved his hand at the door locked telepathically. He found out long ago, witches got a real hard on for powerful displays of magic, and what better way than to throw around some wandless bits. 

Slowly caressing her face as he felt her tremored in his grasp like a frightened rabbit, Harry comforted her. "Don't worry this would be a wonderful experience."

Leading her down on her knees as he made her bent before him, Bathsheda looked up at him with those innocent eyes which gave him a raging hard on thinking about the sinful things he was about to make her do. 

Without a word, Harry cock whipped out and slapped her across the face once it was free from the bounds of his robes. Bathsheda looked very surprised as her pretty little mouth hanging open. 

"This is your first step to true pleasure," he announced as he grabbed the older woman by the back of her head and shoved his meaty prick all the way into her mouth. It was really easy and was no hassle at all since he had her mouth already wide open for him, so with practice ease he slid in.

"Make sure you put some effort into it," he grinned wickedly.  

Harry groans as he starts out relatively slow, sawing in and out of Bathsheba's mouth but not really trying to over extend himself just yet. Still, his size alone means that his dick is curving upwards into the short crop haired woman's throat causing Bathsheda to choke and gaggle helplessly on his member, unable to do anything else besides take it as deeply as he felt like going.

Slowly but surely, he increases his pace, until Bathsheda was very much choking on his dick like a true bonafide slut, her flaring nostrils not able to get her much air with how his ball sack is effectively slapping against her nose and eyes.

“Agch! Ack! Acm!”

As he escalates things, Harry chuckled, “You are right at home on your knees, sucking my cock, aren't Professor?”

Bathsheda moaned while she leaned into him and sucked Harry's cock as hard as possible. She really was a good girl trying her best!

He had to note, she really had several natural skills which Harry put to the test. Her succulent lips popped around Hadrian’s pole as he buried it all the way down her throat with a series of thrusts. If he had to guess, Aurora must have shown her some neat stuff. 

Putting her mouth and tongue to good use, desire began to burn up inside Harry's body as his thick balls smacked against her chin with each thrust. Harry used her throat as his own personal fuck-sleeve and Bathsheda took it all like a true champ. His hands grabbed the back of her head and shoved as much of his meat down her throat as humanly possible.

He could see her eyes water up as he went deep inside of her. “Good girl. Really work that pole, you are really going to get well rewarded.”

Bathsheda bobbed her head up and down on Harry's shaft, she sucked him extremely hard as Harry kept on pushing into the pure and innocent woman’s mouth.... but he guessed now that she had pre-cum and slobber running down her chin she really wasn't that pure anymore forget innocent.

Laughing out loud, Harry watched as his very own Professor sucked him, their eyes meet for a brief moment as their gaze locked. Seeing the unimpeachable and wholesome virtue, Harry couldn't help but feel his lust inflamed. 

Harry picked up the pace and drove all the way into her mouth with a wild drive as his hips moved in and out of her mouth.

“Good girl,” Harry breathed over Bathsheda's ear lobe.

Bathsheda shuddered and spurted all over the ground some love juice. Harry held onto her head and pushed down into her throat to make her swallow his shaft. It felt so good inside of her wet hot tunnel as his thick cock was buried all the way down her throat. It was so good in fact that Harry finally unloaded inside of her.

Careful not to squander a single drop of his gift, Bathsheda pressed her nose to Harry's pelvic bone and sucked him hard. The cum raced down her throat and gave her so much of a load, it began to leak out of the sides of her mouth and out of her nose. 

Her mouth bubbled with cum, and she swallowed it all. Once that was done, Bathsheda lazily scooped the rest of the cum that spilled out and into her mouth as Harry laid back on the near by chair to ease himself. 

"Good job, no excellent job," he complimented. Getting up once he collected his breath, Harry smiled, "I think now it's time to get your well earned reward. Don't you think so?" he asked as he looked down at the older woman. 

Patting her belly which was filled with his seed, Bathsheda blushed under his gaze and demurely nodded her head. "Yes, please, Harry. M-make me feel good, and happy like Aurora was this morning."

"I will," he said as he picked her up and set her down on her own desk. It was the only classroom furniture wide enough to fit them both. 

Striding forward, the wizard vanishes his clothes from his body and strokes his cock as he lifts Bathsheda up to face him, right as Harry draws his massive schlong back. Her eyes go wide as he shoves his dick right into her cunt without warning or preamble,  thrusting deep into the gorgeous older woman’s cunt. And he could see as her eyes nearly roll up in her head and something anything tries to leave her throat but she is dealt a silent hand. 

Harry silences his Professor's screams with his fingers, shoving them in as if she was a baby and he lets her the rest. Harry smiles wickedly and gives her a second thrusting jolt right then and there, sending Bathsheda over the edge on the spot.

The pixie cut witch squealed like a little girl as she climaxed, her eyes going crossed and her tongue sticking out of her mouth. Her entire body seizes up, and she experiences her first orgasm today. 

However she did not know what was coming for her, Harry barely even got started at all as they had a lot of ground to cover, a whole lot of it.

Bathsheda whimpers, as Harry enjoys the feeling of bottoming out inside of the petite witch’s cunt. Her insides cling tightly to his cock, not quite stretched enough to make her feel loose with how thick and girthy his meat rod was, but ultimately, the passage into her drooling honey pot was quite smooth all around. She’s extremely wet of course, and slick as all hell, so Harry finds himself bottoming out on that very first thrust, but not quite managing to fully hilt himself inside of her.

“Y-you're sooo big… so very BIG!” Bathsheda uttered incoherently. 

"We are just getting started," Harry chuckled, "we haven't even gotten to the good part!"

"What do you mean?" Bathsheda asked as a bit of fear entered her tone. 

"Well I have to break you, of course!"

His fingers dig into her butt on both sides as he slowly, painstakingly pulls back out of Bathsheda's cunt, inch by inch. The pure woman moans in response, clawing at the desk her laid on. 

Bathsheda whimpers as Harry draws backwards, but she squeals like a stuck pig when he suddenly thrusts forward again with all his might, slamming into her cervix and then right through it in a single, harsh movement. The older witch cried out, and her body tenses as his cock hilted inside of her, his cockhead pressing into the far wall of her womb and distending her abdomen slightly as a result.

He was buried so deep inside of her that she can already feel him ramming up against the gates of her womb. His cockhead had slammed into her cervix with such bruising force that Bathsheda tongue was back to sticking out of her mouth.

And then he starts to fuck her for real. He’s not going to stop after just one thrust, after all. With his fingers digging into Bathsheda's ass cheeks and his cock buried in her twat, Harry proceeds to take his Professor to pound town, slamming forward into her cunt and womb again and again, barely pulling back long enough for her to catch her breath before taking it away from her again with another pistoning motion of his thick, fat, prick.

Harry’s cock pistons in and out of her, breaking her bit by bit, piece by piece, and all Professor Bathsheda can do in turn is cum uselessly around his thick meaty rod. She orgasms again and again and again, and her entire world shrinks to a pinpoint on that pleasure. Nothing else matters anymore, no one else was important in the least bit. Not her, not her classroom, nothing- just Harry, and his bitch breaking cock.

Moans fill the classroom, and Harry enjoyed himself quite a bit. There was just something about fucking your own teacher that had you on cloud nine. So, in the end, he wasn't surprised when he came fairly.

His cock spasms, his balls churn, and then he’s groaning as he fills Bathsheda's womb with his seed, pumping her full of thick, hot ejaculate. He fills her up real nice, all the way to the brim in an instant and causes a fair amount of backlog to spurt out of the sides of her cunt around his thick prick as a result.

Bathsheda in response orgasms explosively around his thick cock. It’s not the first time she had cum while he was been fucking her, but it was the most explosive.

Harry chuckling as he watched her spasm and twitch, and smacked her casually on the ass as he begin to pull out.

“Like that, did you?" he mused. "What a dirty little teacher you are, Professor Bathsheda."

Bathsheda wasn't able to respond as she had to deep with her explosive orgasm, but she still caught his comment and moaned out loud. 

"Well I got to head out," he said as he conjured back his robes. "See you later," he called out as he walked out, leaving a drooling mess on the desk.