Luna's Love Lotion

by margaretsexymum

Minerva McGonagall feels the sweat breaking out on her forehead and upper lip.

"Do not look .... do not look .... do not look" the middle-aged teacher silently repeats to herself.

She is sitting at the front of the classroom and tries to get her breathing under control as her heart races.

"Do not look .... do not look ... do not look" she licks her lips nervously.

Professor McGonagall would ever admit it to herself but recently she has found herself being more and more distracted as she teaches her transfiguration class. She doesn't know what is coming over her. Perhaps she is getting too old for teaching, the new generation of witches and wizards are so different from when she was a fresh faced student at Hogwarts.

She has always been a bit of a loner at the school and never quite felt she fit in. She finds that many of her feelings about how things operate at Hogwarts are becoming hardened. Such as the deep dislike she has always had for the girls from Sappho House, a dislike that stems not just from the natural competitiveness she feels as the Mistress of Gryffindor.

She knows the sort of lewd behaviour that goes on in that house of debauchery.

The professor wonders how could it be any different now with that slutty Bellatrix Lestrange as Sappho House Mistress. It was the same when she was a girl. She never understood at the time why the sorting hat had allocated so many of the pretty girls to Sappho House while she had been chosen for Gryffindor. Minerva had always been a tall girl for her age with a rather stern, plain face and was often the butt of jokes from the cool Sappho girls. But she had heard the rumours early on about those girls. They were all .... Lesbians!

When she first heard the word 'lesbian' she had not known what it meant so she went to the library and did some research. The Hogwarts librarian had been surprised when she had asked about lesbians but took pity on the serious looking girl. She had given her some of the more clinical books on sexual behaviours that had been locked away in the vast erotica section of the collection. Minerva was an attentive girl and had heard the spell the librarian used to unlock the sealed erotica section of the library. So after reading the boring books the librarian had provided her that left many of Minerva's questions unanswered she went back after the library had closed and devoured all the books she could find about lesbians. And their were many pornographic books, magazines and videos in the Hogwarts collection for the young girl to 'study'. Minerva knew what disgusting things lesbians did to each other. She imagined those Sappho girls probably all went to bed naked and slept in the same bed with each other, kissing, touching their girlfriends between the legs, licking their friends vaginas.

That was what Minerva McGonagall told herself every night as she touched herself between the legs, masturbating furiously. Those girls were wanton sluts .... not a proper, studious girl like herself.

She thought what lesbians did was perverted, but she kept going back to the library to study more, and her nightly masturbation sessions became longer and more fevered. She had never realised that many of her dormmates called her 'Masturbating Minnie' behind her back.

When she had grown older and become a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Minerva could still never look at one of those slutty Sappho girls without a tremor of emotion flooding through her as she pictured the perverted acts they must get up to back in their dormitory.

But it was not one of the Sappho sluts that was causing her heart palpitations at that moment, not causing her to silently repeat to herself "do not look, do not look."

It was actually one of the Ravenclaw girls. Minerva quickly realised that Luna Lovegood was different to most of the other girls at Hogwarts. The first impression the pretty blonde first year made on anyone who met her was that she was quirky. The long mane of white blonde hair that hung down to her bottom, the pale skin and piercing eyes made her striking but not necessarily beautiful. She was a very clever girl, but she also had a number of strange personal habits. Luna was always mumbling to herself and she never seemed to pay close attention to her grooming. She would often wear mismatched socks or get the buttons on her blouse misaligned. She certainly danced to her own tune and Minerva knew she took after her father, the editor of the Quibbler magazine and who had also been a bit scatterbrained - particularly after Luna's mother had passed away and he had been forced to raise her himself.

Luna is often off in a world of her own, which is why many of the girls call her Loony. Distracted is just what she seems now, sitting slumped down in the front row of Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class, gazing absently at something on the wall.

"Do not look, do not look, do not look", Minerva urges herself, her mouth feeling dry.

But then suddenly ... it is too late ... she looks.

Like a moth to a flame or metal filings to a magnet, Minerva McGonagall's eyes are drawn beneath the desk to where Luna Lovegood's long legs are splayed wide, her short skirt riding high on her thighs. The professor's eyes are drawn to the pale junction where Luna Lovegood's legs meet.

It is too late ... she looked .... and now she can't take her eyes away.

Minerva had thought at first she must be mistaken, but she wasn't. Luna Lovegood most definitely wasn't ... wearing ... any ... underpants.

She felt her pulse racing rapidly and caught her breath as she stared at the most perfectly formed and hairless vulva she had ever seen. And she had seen many, many vulvas in her time. The occasional sneaky glimpse of a Gyffindor girl naked in the shower had burned imagines in her mind that she treasured. But her knowledge of female genitalia had mostly been formed from continually viewing the vast collection of lesbian pornography she had accumulated over the years. The first time she had discovered the child pornography section of the Hogwarts erotica collection she had been hooked. She had sneaked out many of her favourite pieces, which she kept in a locked box in her bedroom and used each night to inspire her masturbatory fantasies. Her kiddy porn collection featured naked photos of young preteen girls exhibiting themselves and making love to their little friends. Her favourite magazine featured young girls dressed in Hogwarts uniforms being seduced by their teacher.

But now, right here in front of her is a real live 11 yr old girl flashing her plump slit at her. And Minerva McGonagall is transfixed. She has never seen a real cunt so lewdly displayed only a short distance from where she sat. Luna was slumped so low in her chair and her knees so wide apart that it almost seemed to Minerva that the girl's bald cunt was being presented to her.

Minerva's mind is racing as much as her heartbeat. She just wants to shoo the other children out of the class, particularly that smug and superior Harry Potter. She wants to kneel before the angelic Luna Lovegood and worship the girl's beautiful cunt.

She wants to gaze longingly at it. She wants to smell it. She wants to taste it. She wants to devour it. She wants to scream for all the world to hear, "My name is Minerva McGonagall and I am a lesbian. I am a paedophile and I want to lick little girls cunts day in and day out till my tongue aches. I want to stick my tongue in their arses. I want to put my fingers in every orifice. I want them to piss all over me and to treat me like the dirty slut I am."

But Minerva McGonagall did none of these things. She just bit her bottom lip so hard it nearly bled. She just sat in her chair and felt her juices soaking her underwear. She just acted normally so no one would recognize her perverted desires. She smiled inwardly knowing she was so controlled that no one would know her secret.

But she didn't realise there was at least one person in the classroom who had guessed her secret. One person in the room who knew exactly what she was thinking at that moment. One person who saw the sweat on her brow and harshness of her breathing. One person who had planned this all out and been working toward this moment for the past few weeks. One person who felt a feeling of triumph wash over her.

That one person was ..... Luna Lovegood.

The Luna Lovegood who is currently sitting with her legs spread wide and flashing her bald vulva at Professor McGonagall. Who is smiling inwardly knowing she has achieved the affect she had wanted that morning as she removed her underpants before class and made sure she sat in the front row. The Luna Lovegood who could feel her cunt muscles twitching as she watches out of the corner of her eye as Professor McGonagall stares intently at her crotch.

Luna has had a romantic schoolgirl crush on the mature witch for some time. She wondered if her mother's premature death had meant she was in need of a mother figure and if she had latched on to Professor McGonagall as that person, even if the thoughts Luna has about her are much more than motherly.

From her first day at Hogwarts Luna has tried to make an impression on Prof McGonagall. She always smiles sweetly as she greets her in the morning and raises her hand regularly in response to the teacher's questions. The other girls in the class snigger as Luna is seen by her peers as the teachers pet.

Luna looks up to Professor McGonagall, but her impression of her had subtly changed when she had caught the older woman staring underneath her desk and Luna realised that she had been sitting indiscreetly showing off her knickers. She was surprised that her teacher seemed very interested in the view. She noticed that Prof McGonagall tried to pretend that she wasn't looking but Luna was able to glimpse her voyeurism from beneath the fringe of her hair. Luna found that the thought of Professor McGonagall being attracted to her knickers made her feel very special and tremors run through her tummy.

It became a regular but unspoken game between them. Luna would flash her knickers and pretend that she did not notice Prof McGonagall salivating as she gazed at her pantied crotch. The naughty thrill always caused Luna to cream her panties.

Luna decided that she wanted to take things to the next step but she sensed that Professor McGonagall was struggling with her desires.

Luna has been secretly practising one of the mind control spells she had found in a magic textbook. The spell reduces the recipient's self-control and conditions them to be responsive to certain suggestions. Luna has been using it on Professor McGonagall to encourage her voyeuristic tendencies and to draw her gaze between Luna's legs.

Before she came to class today Luna had ducked into the girl's bathroom and removed her underpants, placing them in her book bag. As she entered the class room she slyly directed her spell towards Professor McGonagall, willing her to look between her legs. The spell had worked wonders and now the horny teacher is salivating as she is transfixed by Luna's hairless vulva.

The bell rings and, as it is the last class of the day, all the children rush for the door so they can take in their extra curricular activities. Luna has her own extracurricular activity in mind with Prof McGonagall. The woman is frozen in pace and doesn't seem to notice they are now alone. It is like she has been hypnotised as she crosses over to where Luna sits and drops down to the floor ducking her head under the desk.

Luna slowly moves her hands down between her legs, sliding along her inner thighs and raising her skirt up till it is above her hips. She then parts her labia with her hands either side of her entrance. She then dips two fingers between the puffy lips of her sex and scoops up the nectar dripping from her honeypot. She lifts her fingers covered in her juices and presses them against Minerva's lips smearing them with the tasty treat and causing the horny teacher to lick her lips lasciviously.

Minerva looks hungrily at Luna's slit. "Please ... please" she squeaks

"What is it you want Miss? Do you want this." Luna teases as she touches her slick slit.

"Would you like to taste my cunt Professor McGonagall? You are a dirty slut aren't you. You really want to lick my bald muffin don't you. Tell me what you want Professor."

Minerva McGonagall's mind switches back to her earlier thoughts and she automatically spits out without thinking, "My name is Minerva McGonagall and I am a lesbian. I am a paedophile and I want to lick little girls cunts day in and day out till my tongue aches. I want to stick my tongue in their arses. I want to put my fingers in every orifice. I want them to piss all over me and to treat me like the dirty slut I am. Please Luna let me lick you."

Luna's privates tingle as she hears Professor McGonagall's dirty confession and she feels her hot breath between her legs.

The Professor is sniffing at Luna's crotch and has lifted her long flowing skirts up around her waist. The woman has one hand buried in her undies and is busy frigging herself as she moves closer and begins to lick Luna's slit. She soon buries three fingers in her warm, wet opening.

Luna drapes her legs over the Professor's shoulders and clamps her thighs around her head pulling her into her crotch. The girl squirms as she feels a long tongue probing deep inside her vagina, occasionally withdrawing to lash the hard nub of her clit. Luna sit her bottom up and bucks against Minerva's face. She is surprised when she feels two hands slip underneath her bottom and pulls apart her bum cheeks just moments before Professor McGonagall's tongue swirls around her anus and slides inside the tight, puckered hole.

Just then a stong feminine voice booms from the doorway causing Minerva to jerk up, her face covered in Luna's tasty love lotion.

"What do we have here then" Bellatrix Lestrange says "I always knew you were a closet cuntlicker Minnie. We always used to call you 'masturbating Minnie' but it looks like now you deserve a new monicker, 'muff diving Minnie'. You were always turning your nose up at us Sappho girls when you just wanted to be one of us. We all knew about your kiddy porn collection and how you ogled the other girls. It is good to see that you are finally coming out of the closet. Don't let me interrupt, Miss Lovegood's bald cunt does look delicious. In fact when this novice has finished pleasuring you my girl you should come over to Sappho House and the girls and I can show you what it is like to have your cunt licked by experts."

Minerva McGonagall looks crestfallen at having her secret discovered. As Minerva was looking at Bellatrix, Luna had begun rubbing her her throbbing clitoris to bring herself to orgasm. When the waves of pleasure washed across her tiny body and her body shuddered she lost control of her vaginal muscles. Just as Minerva felt Luna's legs clamp around her head and she turned back to see what was happening, she felt the final humiliation as the girl's bladder relaxed and a geyser of urine soaked her face and hair.

The last thing Minerva McGonagall heard as she passed out from lust was Bellatrix Lestrange cackling "let's hope Miss Lovegood's love lotion helps as a wrinkle remover you old slut."