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She'd been called to his office. Intimidated and concerned, Hermione travelled the staircase and knocked. Dumbledore opened with a smile that made her concerns vanish. Together they stood just in front of his desk, and Dumbledore broke the ice by explaining to the girl some of his trinkets. Once the mood had been settled, he turned to her. “An insufferable know-it-all. That's how he referred to you. Tell me, Ms Granger, do you aim to be insufferable?” Dumbledore asked with a slight smile. Hermione blushed. “N-no, Headmaster. I just... all this stuff is easy to me. I read a lot, that's all. I know a lot of things. I shouldn't be ashamed of that.” was the girls response as she looked down at the ground. “No, quite. Do you really know it all, though? Do you know about the desires of men?” his smile grew. Hermione blushed harder. “Gold? Power?” Hermione replied, still looking down. Dumbledore chuckled. “Yes, yes. Many men desire such things. But there is something we all have in a common. Our truest desire....” he felt himself harden underneath his robes.
“Women, Hermione. Our strongest desires are of a sexual nature. I don't suppose you're a know-it-all in that subject?” his eyes focused in on her. Hermione felt her cheeks burning. She stuttered and shuffled. “I'd like to show you something, and you can tell me all you know about it.” He didn't wait for a response but began fiddling with his robes until there was a split down the middle. He reached in and took hold of his hardening cock and squeezed it, keeping it from view. Hermione, trembling, managed the strength to look at him. Her eyes widened when she saw where his hand was. “H-Headmaster... I...” she began, but he cut her off. “Just watch, Ms Granger. I do believe you'll like it.” and with that he pulled his cock out and she saw it in all it's glory. Eight inches and thick, glistening at the top.
“What is this, young Hermione?” he smirked. She couldn't take her eyes off it. “I...” she began, her eyes focused in on it, face burning. She felt awkward and uncomfortable, but it wasn't in her nature to not answer questions she knew the answers too. It pained her inside to keep quiet. “I know what that is...” she whispered, bowing her head. Dumbledore smiled lightly as he looked her up and down. “Remove your outer robe, please.” He said softly, and as if his words were magic, she did. The black robe fell off to the floor, leaving the child in her white shirt, Gryffindor tie, skirt, tights and shiny black shoes. His cock spasmed as he fisted it. “And do you know what I'm doing to it?” he asked with curiosity. Hermione swallowed dryly. “Yes.” she said bluntly, her head low but eyes looking up, transfixed by the old cock. “Explain.” he added, turning his body to the side slightly which made his cock look even bigger. “It's.. it's what boys... men... do, when they, feel a certain way...” she explained and the room felt intensely hot.
“Yes, yes. But what is it they feel that makes them do this?” he probed again and Hermione shuffled. “Arousal.” she answered quickly, of course knowing all about it as she had read everything under the sun. “Arousal, Hermione. Yes. I am in a high state of arousal merely at your presence. You are a stunningly beautiful girl.” his voice became quite raspy. “I just thought that... only adults were supposed to do... do this stuff, together...” she licked her lips and noticed liquid at the head of his cock. Dumble let out a short chuckle. “Ah. Perhaps you don't know everything, then.” he teased her with a smile. “Perhaps in the muggle world, where you have come from, certain taboos exist. I am glad to inform you that no such taboo exist in the wizarding world, which you are now part of. You truly are a beauty, and it is your beauty and intelligence that has aroused me. How does this make you feel?” he asked with a smile, slowly masturbating in front of the very young girl.
Hermione was able to look straight up for the first time. There was something comforting about the old men, the way he acted and spoke. She felt safe, though she knew deep down this couldn't be normal. She was only twelve years old, and though she had never seen a cock before, she was enjoying it, and felt fascinated. In a way, she was learning, and learning was what she did best. “It's unusual. I... I can't really explain. But I'd like to know more. I mean, I already know why men need to become aroused, and how s-sex works... but I haven't seen anyone do that before...” she was growing in curiosity and courage. Dumbledore was even further aroused by her maturity. “Masturbation, Hermione. If unable to have sex, the man must masturbate. It is a very healthy and positive thing to do. Usually personal, though much better with company. I'd like you in my company as often as possible, please.”
Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach and an even better feeling below. She was still trembling slightly but warming up to the situation. Not only was she learning whilst also having opportunities to announce her knowledge, she was now in a very intimate, albeit inappropriate, situation. “But... but Professor... you are able to have s-sex. Are you not? Why are you having to m-masturbate?” Hermione asked as she watched his hand travel the length of his cock, over the tip then back down, in and out of the circular grip he had on it. She noticed his breathing had gotten faster too, like he was gaining momentum. Dumbledore chuckled lightly. “Well, that is where things get a little more complicated. Masturbation, you see, can be enjoyed in other ways, not just as a last resort. For me to openly masturbate in front of a pretty young girl is just as exciting as full intercourse. I can appreciate that may not make much sense, but as the body ages, so does the mind, and a man can find enjoyment in the most peculiar of things.” he smiled throughout and Hermione nodded slowly, attempting to understand.
“I think that is a reasonable explanation. Would you like to take a seat and continue masturbating? Surely it would be more comfortable seated.” She said and Dumbledore agreed, falling back into his chair, his old cock now pointing up to the ceiling. He then raised his free hand and offered it to her. Hermione took cautious steps towards him, before her small, soft hand took his. Dumbledore let out a soft moan at this contact and Hermione giggled. She was stood before him, her hand in his, his other hand still working his cock. “Lovely, this is. Having you so close whilst I'm masturbating, it's getting my old heart racing.” They both laughed at this. “Even though I'm just stood by you? Not actually... engaging with you?” she asked with genuine curiosity which was met with his continued smile, his eyes roaming her clothed body. “Yes, yes. Peculiar, I know. I am aroused by your presence, I am aroused by exposing myself, having your eyes on my private region.” he explained as best he could but found it was growing increasingly hard to focus as he lost himself to the pleasure of it all.
Dumbledore then emit his loudest moan, making Hermione raise her eyebrows. She moved a little closer now standing slightly angular towards him, their hands in a loose, affectionate grip, their eyes meeting for prolonged eye contact which made them both feel good, Hermione feeling heat between her legs, an itch she wasn't sure could be scratched, one she had only felt in strange dreams that left her sweating and worked up. Hermione would only break the eye contact to look down at his cock. She couldn't believe how hard it looked, how it seemed to pulsate in his hand, how his breathing was heavy and focused. It felt like a bomb waiting to explode, and soon that was exactly what it was about to do. “I think we are nearing the end now, Hermione...” Dumbledore announced with a strained voice. “I... I don't want it to end...” Hermione replied, wanting to make the most of the surreal situation. “I'm afraid it's quite close... I'm quite close...” he spoke with a sense of urgency now. “You're going to ejaculate now, aren't you?” she said, feeling quite smug at knowing exactly what he meant.
Hearing young Hermione say that word so casually was almost enough to make the old man blow his beans. “Yes... it can also be called cumming. I'm going to cum, my dear, right in front of you...” he felt the storm brewing within himself. It was mere seconds away. Wanking in front of the beautiful, intelligent First Year was all too much to handle. “Cumming? You're cumming now?” she asked with quick breaths, almost whispering. “Ah! Yessss, cumming, Hermione!” his eyes closed and he strained as his balls tightened and he braced himself for a hard orgasm. “Show me your orgasm, Professor!” Hermione added once last chance to prove she knew what she was talking about and Dumbledore buckled immediately, holding her hand tightly as he pumped his cock. “Argh! Nnnngh! Here it cums!” he bellowed as his body went stiff, eyes rolled back and tongue fell out, shooting ropes of cum into the air as he bounced on his chair. Hermione let out a gasp of fascination and watched the cum burst into the air like fireworks, going this way and that. She gripped his hand tightly in response and gave a beaming smile as the old man's soul left his body through the tip of his cock.
Four big bursts sprang into the air, the next three were less powerful and the final two dribbled down across his fingers. “You beautiful girl, look what you've done to me!” he laughed and panted through the remnants of his orgasm. It had mostly landed on his robes but his hand was a mess too, for an old man he came a colossal amount. “Such a powerful orgasm...” he breathed out, looking down at his mess. Hermione was grinning wildly as she continued to hold his hand, her heart racing at the new experience, witnessing a male orgasm for the very first time. She loved every moment of it, the arousal and the affection. She also felt powerful knowing she was the reason he had achieved such a powerful and long orgasm. It was meant to be the most perfect feeling in the world, and it certainly looked like that to her. She wondered if Harry and Ron could cum with such might, and that thought made her head feel dizzy and her pussy flutter.
“That was... wow. Thank you for letting me see that, Professor. I've really learnt a lot.” The girl said somewhat sheepishly. Dumbledore was still panting and he could only manage a warm smile across to her. His cock remained hard for a few moments then began to soften, and they watched it soften together, Hermione surprised at how it could grow and shrink so quickly. Dumbledore bought Hermione's hand to his mouth and gave it a long, slow kiss, making her pussy flutter again. It was so gentleman like, so loving and caring, but also so... so magically arousing for her. The whole event had been so inexplicably pleasurable for the girl. However it did grow late and Hermione knew it was time to take her leave. “I think there is still so much more to learn...” Hermione said keenly, Dumbledore nodding. “Yes, my dear. My love. Together, we shall learn it all...”