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  She let herself get lost in the moment. While her mouth caressed him and one hand stroked his sack, the other was busy between her legs. Maggie moaned with pleasure as she was lost in a hedonistic blur of perversion. All that remained now was for her to push him towards the next level of pleasure.

  "Oh, Maguire!" He shouted as Maggie brought him closer to the raw edge of release. His hands tightened around her head, holding her in place. His cock throbbed, as hard as ever, in her mouth. She pressed her lips tight, but held back her tongue, letting him quiver on the edge.

  His fingers dug into her scalp. They gripped and released as he struggled on that edge. Maggie started to pull up. Jeff's fingers fell away, sliding down the side of her head and onto her shoulders as she started to rise. She took her time. She was careful not to let his fervor slip. All it took was a flick or her tongue or a quick moment of sucking to make him gasp and left his shaft throbbing.

  Finally, he popped free from her mouth. Maggie took a moment to appreciate the pure beauty of his cock. Magic had a way of making the perfect man, just as it had a skill at making the perfect woman. That was one thing she'd come to appreciate, and when she could, she took the time to savor that wicked altering of reality that allowed for perfection to be crafted.

  There was one other thing that Maggie loved about getting lost in wild magic, and that was the raw depths of pleasure that it could allow and induce. It was so easy to indulge, and with Jeff, she wouldn't even feel a twinge of guilt. She began working her way back up his torso, unbuttoning his shirt as she went.

  Her hands ran over his sculpted stomach, tracing the lines of her perfect abs before moving on to his hardened pecks. In this little realm he was all the man he could have ever wanted to be. When she was finally standing before him, with his shirt opened and her hands caressing his chest, she moved onto his shoulders. With a quick brush she pulled off his shirt and jacket.

  Now it was his turn, and his hands moved down and pulled at her shirt for a moment before the buttons gave way. He tore open her top, letting her breasts spring free. Maggie moaned when his hands moved over her tender flesh, sinking into her softness. His touch was firm, and she quivered from the pleasure of his hands squeezing her roughly.

  "Oh, yes, professor..." She whimpered when his fingers found her nipples and began to pinch and twist those sensitive nubs. Maggie had come to enjoy the rough handling that so many men enjoyed in their fantasies. No matter how gentle they were in real life, within their own dreams, they wanted to dominate and possess. She'd rather come to enjoy it, but there was something else that she also loved to share with the men in their fantasies.

  "Please, take me." She gazed up into his eyes. Maggie fluttered her eyelashes, doing everything she could to convey her need to submit to him. That was something she was still coming to grips with. The power of the magic made her submissive, the one thing she was not in real life. So many men liked to dominate their women that she often found herself getting absorbed by that desire. Each time it happened, a part of her wanted to try fighting it off, but she needed to resist that urge. No matter how she felt about it, she needed to give the man his desire if she was going to be able to claim the magic from him.

  The worst part of it was, she really did kind of like it. The part of her that wanted to fight back, was just her stubborn streak that didn't want to admit that having a man in charge could be fun sometimes. That didn't mean she wanted to always be the one on the bottom, but she didn't always need to be on top either.

  Now was certainly the time to let Jeff take charge. He bent down and gave her a full and passionate kiss as his hands lifted up her skirt and started to play with her firm round ass cheeks. Maggie moaned as he squeezed her, and her breasts pressed into his firm chest. She quivered in his grip, savoring the way her soft flesh melted into his hardness.

  The hardest part of all was his throbbing manhood. It was pressed into her stomach, rubbing against her soft belly as she ran her hands around his waist and over his muscled back. Only inches away, her pussy ached to feel his girth inside her, but it wasn't quite time for that yet.

  Maggie cried out when he suddenly broke their kiss and tossed her towards the lectern. She stumbled for a moment before he grabbed onto her and turned her to face the class. He took her hands and placed them at the top of the stand, and she opened her legs for him. There wasn't any mystery in her mind exactly what he wanted to do.

  So she stood there, with her breasts dangling out of her open shirt and her pussy angled to be taken. Maggie looked out at the writhing flesh scattered around the room. Most of the girls had paired off, though there were a couple of larger groups. They'd all stripped down, only the occasional pair of socks or glasses were still being worn. Maggie couldn't deny the raw eroticism of the scene, the way each girl was joined to another by hand, breast, pussy or mouth. It was a pure descent into raw debauchery, and it was only the feeling of Jeff's firm hands on her waist that drew her attention away.

  "Please, oh, please..." Maggie moaned as he directed his shaft between her legs. The way his cock rubbed against her sensitive nether lips had her burning with anticipation. It was time to feel him inside her, but instead he was teasing her. She squirmed in his hands as his hardness slid up and down her wet slit. He would part her lips and almost push inside and then he pulled back, forcing her to whimper with need.

  "Yes! Oh god, yes!" Maggie shouted when he finally took hold of her hips and plunged inside. His massive cock met her tight pussy and left them both straining. He pulled back his hips and slowly thrust into her again, pressing deeper each time. She did her best to relax, to let him drive deeper despite the overwhelming desire she felt to squeeze her pussy around him.

  It was always an impossible mix. Some men liked their woman to be nearly perfect matches for their enlarged manhood, but many more enjoyed the feeling of really stuffing a tight woman full of cock. Maggie never knew which kind of fantasy it would be until the man was half way inside her, and either way she was left a quivering, lustful wreck.

  The friction was almost too much as he pressed even deeper. Maggie savored the feeling of fullness, and the way her pussy lips would wrap around a plunging cock. Today was no different and she began to meet his thrusts as he came closer to completely impaling her.

  Maggie threw her head back and gripped the lectern when she felt the base of his cock grind against her nether lips. She let out a deep, satisfied moan as she savored the feeling of throbbing cock inside her. There was a fleeting moment, just when a man had finally impaled her completely, that was divinely perfect before the need for more pushed them into the wild abandon of coupling.

  She savored that moment, taking deep breaths as she felt his hard warmth inside her. Then it passed, and her hips started to writhe against him. Maggie needed more, she needed to be fucked. From the way his hands started to shake, she knew he was at the threshold as well.

  Their moans twisted together as he slowly withdrew. Her pussy contracted as he slid out of her, aching with the desire to be stretched out again. It was just so impossible not to have that hard cock inside her. Maggie was left quaking when he left just the tip of his manhood rubbing at her gates.

  Her world fell away when he thrust into her again. The feeling of his hardness drilling fully into her depths left her quaking from the tips of her toes to top of her scalp. The tingles seemed to just vibrate inside her. There was no feeling like it, and she was moaning in rapture as he slowly stroked in and out of her seething flesh.

  As he found his pace, his hands started to roam. One followed the curve of her hip until it found its way to her hanging breast. Maggie gasped with pleasure when he started to squeeze at her soft orb. She couldn't deny that having large sensitive breasts was quite enjoyable at times like this. His other hand soon distracted her from those thoughts when his fingers began rubbing the hot nub of her clitoris.

  Maggie lost what little grip on reality she had as he fondled and thrust with abandon. It was all she could do
just to keep her grip on the lectern so that she didn't fall. When he leaned in and started to nibble on the back of her neck, she just dissolved into a quivering mass of helpless arousal. His masterful strokes filled her as his fingers sent her voice echoing around the room.

  She'd never imagined he could be so powerful, so perfectly wonderful in mastery of her flesh. Maggie had daydreamed about him years ago in class, but this was so much better than anything they'd shared in her fantasies. Of course back then she'd been so much more naive.

  The skill of lovemaking was something that even magic could not enhance. Certainly, wild magic had a way of creating perfect bodies, and enhancing the anatomy of those enchanted, but not everyone knew how to use their new assets. Certainly, it wasn't hard to make a woman orgasm in an enchanted fantasy, her body was primed for sex after all, but it still took skill to take a woman to the heights of pleasure possible when none of the normal rules applied.

  Jeff was just such a lover. Sex with him was more than just thrusting his cock into her willing pussy. He was a master of rhythm and his fingers played her like she was a fine musical instrument, taking her up to a crescendo of ecstasy and then back down again always moving higher and closer to that ultimate peak.

  She was simply beyond words as he claimed her flesh. His hands moved up and began squeezing both breasts as he continued driving into Maggie with hard thrusts. It wasn't until the whole lectern was shaking with her that she realized he'd been increasing his pace. His thrusts were frantic, and his hands gripped her soft flesh firmly. She moaned from the assault, his rough handling was only making her hotter.

  Maggie wasn't about to let him be the only one controlling the game. As he filled her, she squeezed down, increasing the friction, and she could hear his groans of pleasure each time she did so. It was hard to keep any discipline, especially given how good it felt. It didn't matter for long though, as his breath grew even more ragged and his thrusts more frantic.

  "Oh! Yes! Cum in me, Professor! Fill me up!" Maggie cried out. She couldn't take much more, she'd been kept just short of release for so long that she would do anything to draw him over the line. This was the realm of male fantasy after all, and nothing was more natural here than for a woman to orgasm as he did, with his seed flowing into her.

  Jeff didn't disappoint. His frantic thrusts dissolved into pure ravishment. Maggie could feel her body tearing through the last vestiges of restraint and she squeezed down hard on him when he gave her one last hard thrust. She cried out in pleasure as he pulled her tight. His moans joined with hers when his seed began shooting into her. The feeling of his cock pulsing finally threw her over the edge.

  Her orgasm exploded from between her legs. All the pent up desire was now rushing through her. Her body tingled and her legs shook. If he hadn't been holding her up, she would certainly have collapsed on the floor. The whole world melted away into a ball of pure joy.

  Maggie floated on that cloud of warmth for all too long. It was hard to pull back. She rarely had orgasms that were so powerful, so wickedly alluring that it was almost impossible not to just enjoy it. It was just so hard to even care that she had a job to do here.

  Thankfully, Jeff was just as deeply affected. The wild magic had been almost completely dislodged thanks to the depths of their pleasure. Maggie was thankful for that, in her post orgasmic haze she wasn't sure she'd have had the will necessary to pull out a more deeply rooted enchantment.

  The magic didn't even put up a fight as she bound it into a temporary containment ball. When she finally came back to reality with the ball of magic in her hand, she was resting on the floor with Jeff's hands wrapped around her waist.

  Before she could even begin to make plans she could sense the enchantment starting to tear itself apart. Without the wild magic powering the fantasy reality, it was snapping back to the real world. Maggie had managed to tame the magic so soon after it had appeared that it hadn't been able to create a very robust bubble realm.

  Normally, Maggie would have had to use at least a little of her own magic to return those inside a magic bubble back to their original forms. In this case, as the enchantment broke, the girls had their clothes and bodies returned to their natural state automatically. Maggie felt it as well when her breasts and hips returned to their more svelte forms and her underwear returned along with her normal shirt and pants.

  In the end the only thing that would have raised suspicion that anything had happened was the fact that about a dozen people were all laying down on the sidewalk in various lewd poses. Even that didn't last as the dazed girls snapped out of the spell. They wouldn't remember what had happened, or even that anything was strange. It was one of the effects of magic that made Maggie's life easier. No matter what the wild magic created, once it was tamed normal people would simply not notice or remember what had been there.

  "Maguire?" Jeff stared out blankly when he realized he was lying down on the sidewalk. His arm was still over Maggie's waist, even if it was now clothed, and his crotch was rather firmly pressed against her ass. "Did something just happen?"

  Maggie laughed and pulled away from him. She wondered exactly what to tell him as she helped him to his feet. Certainly, he knew enough of her stories to make some guesses. In the end, she decided just how to play things. "Well, that'll have to be a story for some other day, Professor."

  He blinked, clearly surprised. She imagined that he'd fantasized about ending up in one of her kinky wild magic situations, but probably never believed it was really possible. "You'd tell me if I ever wound up in some magical fantasy right?"

  Maggie just shook her head and laughed. There were some things she wasn't quite ready to share, even with him. Maybe someday she'd tell him just what had happened. Until then he'd just have to use his overactive imagination to fill in the details.

  She reached down without any more explanation and grabbed the bags he'd dropped. She had to get him home and then she had to get off to her laboratory. She had a tamed bit of magic to store and journals to keep. Then maybe, she'd give him something much better to remember than one of her stories.

  She did need to find out if he could play her just as well in real life after all.

  The End

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  I've enjoyed writing stories from a very young age and as I grew older it only seemed natural to expand my writing into more adventurous realms. I grew up a child of the eighties and weaned on rerun tv and well stocked local library that stoked a love of adventure in me.

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