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Professor Moore’s Last Time

... his desk. Turning him to face the desk, she unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and with a gentle push had him seated on the couch unable to resist or react to her in any way. Kneeling between his legs, she stroked his cock; watching it grow longer, thicker, and harder. “You’re trying to remember how you know me, aren’t you?” she asked. Moore could do nothing but nod weakly. She saw the recognition flash in his eyes when she said, “I was your first; the first student who fucked you for a grade. But I didn’t really give a shit about the grade.” She rose to her feet, and watched his cock stretch to the bursting point when she slowly removed her dress, revealing her absolutely perfect body to him. “I’ll leave the heels on for you,” she said. The lust in Moore’s eyes turned to confusion and fear when she hissed, “All I needed was a willing, stupid man to deposit my spell in. My spell is why you’ve had three or four of your students to fuck every week for the past twenty-five years. Every time you fucked one of them, my spell drew some of their youth into you. But the spell wasn’t for you. It was for me. You’re my current fountain of youth, and it’s time for me to draw from you.” Kneeling on the couch astride his hips, she placed her hands on his shoulders, and slowly lowered herself to him, stopping when she felt the head of his cock press against her pussy. She paused for only a second before dropping her hips and impaling herself on his cock. Being engulfed by her was the ...

... most exquisite thing he’d ever experienced. He came immediately, shooting load after load of his cum deep inside her. He noticed that her eyes had assumed the appearance of eternal flame and that her flesh now had a greyish tint to it. Pain seared through him as her fingers – now claws – dug into his flesh until they ground against the bones in his shoulders. The wings – each three times the size of her body – that leapt from her back were the most terrifying things he’d ever seen. “Now it’s my turn, “Dear”,” she rasped. The deep, guttural voice flowing from her mouth sounded like something straight from the pit of hell. Annabelle’s cunt gripped his cock tighter than a vise. It sucked the stored youth of thousands of women forcibly from his body and sent it surging into hers; an experience greater than any sexual orgasm she’d ever known. When the feeling subsided, she gazed at Moore from the face of the nineteen-year-old he’d bent over his desk and fucked years before. “It’s time to pay for all the fun you’ve had these past twenty-five years, Professor Moore,” she said as she leaned closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. Despite the pain and fear still ravaging him, the touch of her lips to his brought his cock to full erection. “You’re a horny, old bastard, aren’t you?” laughed Annabelle. “Too bad no one would ever want to fuck you again.” Her eyes flashed bright and clear for only a second, and a new wave of terror coursed through him. Reflected in her eyes was what ...