If We Could Do It All Again, I’d Fuck You ’til You Dropped

Arcutus Scone and Sharon McLuster were lovers, but once they had been teacher and student, Sharon sufficiently younger than Arcutus, but it made no difference to either of them. They were meant for each other.

Tonight, they were going to relive a situation that occurred long ago, when Arcutus could no longer stand the witch’s longing for him and decided to do something about it.

Sharon, scared and titillated, managed to get away from him. He had restrained himself because she was so young, but he would have loved for it to turn out another way. He had wanted her so badly, he was tempted to take her despite her protests. But conscience won out.

Yet tonight, Sharon agreed to let him relive that day, with a very different outcome. He could treat her as he liked.

They were going to do roleplay.

Arcutus looked down at Sharon, who was dressed in school robes over a school uniform, looking fresh-faced and somewhat virginal.

He let out a small growl.

She shivered.

“Let’s start at the collision,” they said together. Arcutus smirked as Sharon laughed out loud.

“Remember to stay in character, Sharon. No leaping on me. This is my show,” Arcutus said, looking at her and licking his lips in anticipation.

“Got it,” she replied, starting up the corridor.

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Suddenly Sharon slammed into something hard enfolded in something soft. She staggered back, and slowly lifted her eyes to meet the hard scowl of her teacher. He stood there, arms folded, as his black eyes raked over her. She felt light-headed for a moment as a sensation curiously like melting hit her midsection. She wobbled a bit, then drew in a slow calming breath, hoping he hadn’t noticed her reaction to his slow perusal. Gods, she wanted him.

“Miss McLuster,” he said with a purr, dragging the silk of his voice over each word uttered. “Do you make it a habit of blindly traversing corridors where unsuspecting individuals travel with a modicum of regard for others, not expecting to have a collision with anyone, much less you?”

“No sir. Sorry sir.”

“Yes. I imagine you are,” he said with a bit of an edge. “And where, pray tell, were you barreling off to before you were…momentarily indisposed?”

“The library, sir. To do a bit of research,” Sharon answered, dropping her head to keep from looking into those captivating eyes. She swallowed reflexively.

Arcutus drummed his fingers on one forearm.

“Ah yes, the library. The place that you believe holds all the answers to the things that baffle you.”

“Well sir,” Sharon said, her voice gathering strength as she met his gaze again. “Maybe not all the answers, but enough information so that I can figure out the rest on my own.”

“Yes. I see. Relying on that great, know-it-all brain of yours to divine the truth behind all mysteries, great and small,” the teacher sneered.

Affronted, Sharon shot back, “This “know-it-all” brain as you so ineptly put it, has served me pretty well. There is no problem that logic and intelligence cannot work out, given enough information and time.”

“Really now?” said Mr. Scone with a sardonic smirk. “So tell me, how does that great brain of yours wrap itself around the idea that you want me pumping and panting under those robes of yours?”

Sharon’s heart almost stopped with shock. He knew. He knew! Color flushed up from the neck of her robes, bathing her entire head in a deep shade of red.

“I don’t know what…” she began weakly, trying to shield herself from his knowing eyes with a big, fat dollop of denial. He cut her off.

“Don’t look so shocked, Miss McLuster. I am a grown wizard. Do you really think that I don’t know when a woman wants me to bed her? Save your lies, Miss McLuster. They are wasted on me. Besides, I didn’t say I wasn’t…shall we say… intrigued by the idea. There aren’t many eighteen year old virgins queuing up to offer me their ripe little cherries, after all.”

Sharon felt faint. The corridor began to spin wildly as the floor flew at her face. Suddenly she felt a strong grip on her forearm, jerking her upright before she collided with the rushing stone. Arcutus pulled her to him, pressing his body against hers firmly, enjoying the feel of her curves against him. He hardened.

“Oh no you don’t, Miss McLuster,” he purred against her ear. “You won’t wriggle your way out of this situation by fainting.”

Arcutus pulled his wand out of his left robe pocket and pointed it directly between the dazed witch’s eyes.

“Awake!”

Sharon’s head cleared and she found herself pressed tightly against the teacher’s lean body. She could feel his erection hard against her belly. She gasped.

“Is this what you want, Miss McLuster?” Arcutus hissed, rubbing his cock against the witch’s body, and feeling her shudder with desire.

Suddenly he turned her, pressing her back against the stone wall, continuing to grind against her, while whispering in her ear, “You want to be fucked by your teacher, don’t you?”

Arcutus covered her mouth in a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue deeply, tasting her innocence, her desire. Sharon moaned and moved against him, trembling. He pulled back from her and grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him with her wide, scared amber eyes. He still pressed his cock against her.

“Yes, you do want me to fuck you, don’t you? Don’t you, Miss McLuster? You dream about me. You touch yourself and think of me. Tell me. Don’t lie to me.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He began to unbutton her robes, his eyes locked into hers. She was panting.

“You’re a virgin, Miss McLuster?”

“Yes, Mr. Scone,’ she gasped as he rolled himself against her.

“Do you want to stay a virgin?”

“No…I want…I want….”

“Me to fuck you…to pop your cherry.