Harry Potter : Neville's Lucky Plant
Neville Longbottom was left behind again. Not that he minded much. He knew he really didn't have the power or skill or smarts or luck or anything like the others. All he had was his plants. So he decided he would take his books to the library and try to study. As he sat down an owl flew in and dropped a letter in front of him. He open the letter and read it quickly. It was from Professor Sprout, the herbology teacher. "Neville, if you are not busy I would like your help with a bush I have. Come as soon as you can." Well, this was right up Neville's alley! He loved plants and they seem to respond well to him too. Maybe he could use this opportunity to grow a little part of himself into a herbologist. Stopping only to put away his things, Neville raced to the greenhouse.
The grounds were quiet, everyone seemed to be either locked away studying or preparing or out of the school to relax. Neville saw the greenhouse, though it too seemed dark, and he thought maybe he was too late. Neville knocked upon the door, "Professor Sprout?"
"In here Neville darling, please come in and make sure the door is closed tight."
Neville walked into the greenhouse and closed the door. The smell of earth and flowers filled his senses, so many different smells and colors besides. He loved being in here. Neville glanced around looking for Professor Sprout. He saw her a short distance away and began to walk toward her. He saw her in he usual witch's hat and robes with slippers on her feet. She seemed to be looking at some plants Neville couldn't recognize. They were round-headed, tall and thick (varying from 3 to 9 inches high and 1 or 2 inches around), green, bumpy, and seemed to glisten in the light as if coated with some kind of liquid.
"Hello Neville. These came in the other day and I was just trying to arrange them."
Neville moved closer to Professor Sprout to get a better look at the unusual plants. "What are they called?"
"Phallatios" Responded Professor Sprout smiling.
"Oh. Your letter said you had a bush you wanted me to look at?"
"Oh yes thats over here." Professor Sprout led Neville farther into the greenhouse to a chair. "It's right here." Professor Sprout took off her hat and robes and laid them on the chair. She sat down facing Neville, her legs spread wide showing her very hairy bush. Neville was frozen with shock. He did now know what to do. "It's alright Neville" said Professor Sprout as she reached out and grabbed his hand. "Just let yourself relax and feel my bush, feel how soft and coarse it is. Feel how warm and wet it is for you." Neville, still not completely understanding what was going on felt her hair against his fingers. They were curly and thick, he felt her warmth and moistness. He moved his other hand up between her legs and began to feel around like he would a new plant, his fingers pulling through her hair and pushing on her flesh. Professor sprout leaned back in the chair and sighed.
"Deeper Neville, find the roots of this bush inside me and massage them to make me water."
Neville did as she said, pushing his fingers into her warm wet flesh, deeply pressing into her as his thumbs still pushed through the hair and unknowingly crossed her clit. Professor Sprout moaned with pleasure. "Faster Neville! Make me water my bush with your fingers!"
Neville caressed faster and faster as deep as he could. Professor Sprout rocked in the chair and moaned and sighed with great pleasure. Finally her body went rigid and orgasm swept over her, filling her pussy with much wetness as Neville continued to push and rub. After her orgasm passed and Professor Sprout was able to speak she spoke to Neville in a quiet breath "Thats enough dear. Now its your turn."
Nevil backed away from Professor Sprout for a moment not sure what she meant. Professor Sprout moved to Neville and took his robe off. He had his regular clothes on underneath. "So, you want me to do a little work first?" Professor Sprout asked smiling.
Professor Sprout gently grabbed a hold of Neville's shirt and pulled it up over his head revealing his small thin young male body. Neville offered no resistance but was still unsure on what to do. Professor Sprout moved her hands down his arms feeling his tight young flesh beneath her fingers. She caressed his chest with one hand and her own large breasts with the other. She pressed her large breasts and large hard nipples against him. Her warmth seemed to flow through him, an unusual feeling. He felt his body responding strangely. She slipped her hands under his pants and around his waist. She undid the buttons holding his pants up and pushed them off his long thin legs. His hard member was visible through his tight white briefs. She stroked it, feeling its length, hardness, thickness, and heat through the cloth. Professor Sprout slid her fingers under the waistband and pulled the briefs off Neville, still standing still and confused by the events and feelings he was experiencing.
Neville's hard cock bounced in the air as it was freed from its clinging cloth prison. Professor Sprout's hands moved over it, massaging and squeezing its entire 7 inches. Precum was dripping from the cockhole and she licked it up greedily. Neville shivered at her tongues touch. "Now that's the kind of watering my bush needs."
She stood up and with one hand upon his cock, guided him into her wet and waiting pussy. Neville found his body beyond his control and let it find its own rhythm. Their bodies pressed against each other, Professor Sprout slowly walked back to the chair and sat down, Neville straddled her like a reflex he didn't understand. He pumped his long hard thick cock into her hot wet tight pussy. While he was entranced with the motion, Professor Sprout grabbed one of the Phallatios she had chosen and set on the table next to the chair. As Neville breathed erratically she spoke in her own breathless voice. "The interesting thing about this new plant is when squeezed the bumps squirt out a slippery fluid making anything triing to eat it slip off. However it makes for a great lubricant as well."
Neville barely heard her as his body pumped itself into her. Professor Sprout let one hand grasp Neville's bottom and guided the plant the other one held between his ass cheeks. Neville gasped at the sudden cool touch from the plant but was no longer in control of his own body, his mind seemed separated from him. Professor Sprout pushed the plant slowly into Neville's asshole, the bumps as the were squeezed lubricated the plant and hole and allowed her to press in deeper. Neville filled with pleasure he never imagined. He moved back and forth and pushed into her as she pushed the plant in and out of him. She lifted one of her breasts to his mouth with her free hand and he sucked upon the hard nipple. Then she moved to the other breast and let him suck upon that one as well. They moaned and sighed with pleasure until finally Neville's First orgasm struck him. His body froze after a deep plunge into her hot wetness. She pressed the plant in and out of him still which caused his body to move and press against her hard excited clit until she orgasmed again.
Professor Sprout removed the plant from Neville and allowed him to clean himself and dress. She cleaned herself off as well before putting the robe on. Neville's eyes slowly cleared and realization of what just happened slowly sank in. Professor Sprout waited for either the scream of hatred from what she did to him or any other sign of what he was thinking and feeling. Neville looked straight at Professor Sprout and saw some nervousness on her face.
"Next time you need your bushed looked at send me a letter and I'll be here to use that new plant on you like you used it on me." And he left the greenhouse and Professor Sprout to go clean himself up, though he liked the smell of dirt and life and sex that now mingled in his nose.