Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

Finally, as the students started to leave, Professor Vector stood up and walked over to Dudley. A smile plastered over her deep red lipstick-clad lips, she gave nods of acknowledgment, looking up at his face. "You truly are gifted in Arithmancy, Mr. Dursley."

"Thank you, Professor. I think most can achieve this level of proficiency if they study Muggle mathematics seriously," Dudley replied humbly. He knew it wasn't as easy as he made it sound. His mathematics knowledge wasn't just high school level, after all.

"Ah, that reminds me. I know it's the end of class, but if you don't mind staying a moment, I would greatly appreciate your thoughts on my latest Arithmancy research. A second opinion is always invaluable."

Dudley scratched his head at that request, feeling awkward about how to refuse her. "I… Professor, I promised to meet my friends after class, and…"

He had promised Susan he'd do her that evening, after all. And he was looking forward to it as it'd been days since his last 'intimate' exchange.

"I insist, Mr. Dursley. I hope to submit the research to the Department of Magical Education by the end of this term," Professor Vector added, noting the last student leaving the classroom. "Have a look, I'm sure it'll be worthwhile."

Ugh, that's why I hate standing out too much. Dudley looked at the woman, a full head shorter than him. In her early forties, while she was no ugly toad like Umbridge, she wasn't a beauty like Lily either.

Puffy, dark eyes, round face with hints of age lines—Plump was a word he thought of when looking at her. Large breasts and wide hips under those red robes, closer to Molly Weasley in the figure, he reckoned.

I'm sorry, Susan. I can't afford to annoy the one professor whose subject I truly excel at.

"Then, I'll take a look, Professor."

"Thank you." She took out her wand from the oversized robes and flicked it towards the entry. The wooden doors instantly slammed shut and locked. Then, she waved at a chair and made it slide right beside her chair at the teacher's table. "Have a seat, Mr. Durlsey."

Since when did she become this inviting and talkative?

Dudley sat down on the chair to her left and waited for her to present her so-called research paper. In the meantime, he looked around at the empty class before him, rows of desks there. Then, he frowned at the recollection that she didn't just shut the door but locked it.

Why so secretive? What's the research even about?

"Have a look, Mr. Dursley." Septima placed a thick stack of parchment, bound neatly with a thread, onto the table. "Fifty pages of my life's work—fifteen years of research in Arithmancy. It details how precise calculations can enhance charm efficiency by factoring in hand movement, verbal accents, and even the caster's age."

Dudley's eyes widened slightly, his interest truly piqued. If her research was right, could he also get stronger in common magic?

No wonder she's so secretive about it.

"Please, take your time reading through it." Septima softly turned open the first page and pushed the entire stack closer to Dudley. However, then her right hand landed on his thigh, her fingers fully spread open, "I truly appreciate you taking out your time."

Dudley tried to ignore her sudden, shocking touch and looked at the pages. But feeling the warmth of her palm so close to his loins made him miss Susan and Hannah. Just thinking about what he 'could' have been doing, made him go hard.

"There's… too many pages, Professor. Can't we do this tomorrow?"

Septima suddenly rubbed her hand across the length of his left thigh, gently going up and down, as if comforting him. Each time her fingers got close to his inner thighs, she would squeeze. Closer and closer, and eventually brushing against his steaming hot, hard erection, right over the pants.

What the fuck? What? She's… Dudley was shocked. The stern and focused Septima Vector being slutty? Is this research so damn important?

"Mr. Dursley, I see no need to assign you further homework; your grasp of Arithmancy now rivals, if not surpasses, my own."

Her hand fully landed on his bulge, fingers circling his throbbing girth with a tight grip.

"If you can contribute meaningfully to my research, I'm prepared to name you as a co-author. Naturally, I wouldn't expect your efforts to go unrewarded—rest assured, your contributions will be well worth your time."

"Professor…"

Is she telling me that I can…

"I'll give it a try," he replied, weak to the soft squeezes of her hand over his manhood. At the end of the day, while not in the same league as Lily, Professor Septima Vector was one of the better-looking female teachers at school. No sane man would let go of a chance to bang their good-looking professor.

"Hmm, please proceed."

Septima shifted in her seat and squeezed sideways, closer to Dudley's side. There was a gleam of excitement in her eyes when she saw his eyes were focused on the words on the paper. Her hand rubbed gently over the small hill that formed on his pants, stroking it with her soft fingers.

But as she noticed Dudley looking at some pages deeply, not even reacting to her, she hummed and pulled down his zipper swiftly. Her nimble hand tugged out his fully erect, naked cock in all its glory. She gulped audibly at its massive size, the length, and girth a true marvel. He was truly a young man with great vigor, she thought.

She glided the center of her palm over his cockhead, smearing that precum all over. Then, she brought that hand to her face and licked her palm, getting a taste of the young, raw cream. She licked her palm, drenched it with her spit, and started rubbing, stroking Dudley's girthy manhood.

"I think this part can be slightly improved, Professor. Oh-on top of the air, we can use the weather conditions too. Some spells may act differently during a thunderstorm, and during… a-a sunny, warm day." Dudley tried his best to focus while enjoying her tender touch. "Hmm… but it'll take some time."

Septima suddenly stood up and removed her pointy red hat, flicking her loose hair back as she did so. She pushed back her chair and knelt on the floor, crawling under her own office table.

"Please continue, Mr. Dursley," Septima purred, eyes looking up at him from beneath the table. "I don't mind however long it takes."

Holy shit! She's actually going for it! Dudley was savoring the moment now. He loved the view, her pale face, those eyes worshiping his virile length from the base to the tip.

"I wouldn't keep a young man like you bored here. Please write down your suggestions."

Septima neared and slid her tongue over his twitching length like a popsicle, from the base to the tip. Over and over until every inch of his cock was gleaming wet. She then cupped his balls and suckled them gently with slurping kisses while stroking his flesh wand. She practically worshiped every inch of him, rubbing his rock-hard length all across her face, sniffing it, licking his veins and grooves like a delicacy.

Then, she took him inside her mouth, slowly letting his flesh enter her parted lips with gentle sucks. His cock went deeper and deeper with each gentle suction. Her lapping tongue massaged him as it went in, slathering her warm drool around his cock head.

After all his length disappeared into her mouth, she started to bob her head on his hot swollen flesh. She moaned and breathed heavily, feeling the hot, throbbing length filling up her entire mouth. Her tongue swished and circled his flesh pole as she pulled her lips back, all the way to his swollen tip, then finally went back down to smother his base. Her warm spit rolled down his shaft as her tongue went back up with slow slithers. She fucked her face herself, moaning and breathing heavily.

Dudley took long, deep breaths and kept writing on the papers while controlling himself from finishing too early. He could feel the heat of her throat engulf him deep and felt the raging thirst of his cock throb each time she sucked the life out of him.

He didn't dare to look down anymore, thinking he might explode too quickly if he saw how wet, messy, and hot her mouth was working down there. He could feel her nose constantly tickling his faint pubes, she was deep-throating him. Her gags were audible, the trickling spit sticky around his base. But she didn't seem to be struggling, rather enjoying it.

"Ugh…" Dudley groaned, feeling so on the edge. He clenched his toes inside his shoes, trying not to spray in her throat.

Dudley distracted himself, turning page after page, and finally, 30 minutes passed when he finished the last page. He was panting by then, his muscles already tensing up and blood rushing to his head.

"I'm finished, Professor," he announced quickly.

With a long hard suck and a pop, Septima took out his cock, leaving it unspilled, flushed and throbbing. Her red lipstick had smeared and drenched his cock a deep shade of red too, making it look sinful and hot.

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