The Seduction (Closed)

[missmaddy]

I stood in front of the mirror and inspected the attractive 21 year old co-ed looking back at me. I had achieved the look I wanted to present to Professor Carter during his English lecture that afternoon. My soft reddish brown hair hung to just below my shoulders. My green eyes were accented by a touch of mocha colored mascara. A light shade of pink highlighted my full lips. The thin gray sweater I wore was molded suggestively around my full breasts. I had on a pair of jeans that were so tight they looked painted onto my body. Underneath all this I wore a skimpy thong and a thin, low-cut bra. A pair of sparkling silver sandals covered my feet. Both my fingernails and my toes were painted bright red.

I planned my grand entrance into the lecture hall arriving ten minutes late. Professor Carter was already well into his talk on what constituted a piece of classic literature. There were always empty seats in the front. I strode down the aisle putting a little extra sway into my walk and pulling my shoulders back so my breasts would be prominently visible. Professor Carter stopped for a moment and looked at me. I smiled back at him and moved to a middle seat in the front row. I turned my back and bent over to put my books on the floor underneath. I held the pose longer than necessary wiggling my butt suggestively. I finally sat down and crossed my legs.

I could tell that Professor Carter was flustered by my entrance but he did his best to hide it. Every now and then he would glance at me. He saw me watching him intently with my lips slightly parted, a wild look of longing in my eyes and my erect nipples poking tiny dents through my gray sweater. I was shamelessly flirting and he knew it. It didn’t bother me that he was married and my professor. He was one of the sexiest men I had ever met and I was going to do everything in my power to lure him into my bed. Near the end of the lecture I raised my hand.

“Professor Carter,” I said in my sexiest voice. “My name is Tammy Johnson. Would you mind if I stopped by your office after class? I seem to have lost my assignment sheet.”

 

[BurningMonkey]

Jesse ran his hand through his hair, an unconscious gesture that had been with him since childhood. Here we go again, he thought, resignedly.

Every semester there seemed to be at least one, a new female student who was smitten with him, or thought they were. Marianne said it was his dark hair, dark eyes, and six-foot-two frame; he himself thought it had more to do with the glamour of his age--at 42, he was old enough to be considered "mature", but not so old as to be dismissed as Too Old For Me--and his teaching position. He'd known a lot of girls growing up who had a fantasy about "doiing" a teacher.

It didn't matter in the end. Whatever it was, he always seemed to have to deal with deflecting someone's unwanted attentions.

Most weren't quite this bold or blatant about it, though; the ever-present danger of "slut-shaming" by the other students seemed to act as a brake. But this--Tammy? she'd said her name was--didn't seem to be put off by that possibility. Nonetheless, he wanted to deal with things sooner rather than later; it made the rest of the term much easier.

He had to admit that she was very easy on the eyes, however. Nicely rounded forms up top, and nicely rounded form down below, as she'd made certain he saw when she came in and sat down... He was still a man, even if happily married to a wonderful woman, and eye candy caught his interest as easily as it did any male's.

"Um, sure," he answered as neutrally as he could. "I'll be in my office around three, Miss Johnson."

 

[missmaddy]

I went to the bathroom to freshen-up before going to see Professor Carter. I was a little nervous. I could be a big flirt when I wanted but I had never used my charms on an older man. I didn’t how old he was but I thought he must be around forty, almost twice my age. High school and college boys were easy. All you had to do was dangle a hint that sex was a possibility and they went to mush. A man who was both married and my teacher might present formidable challenges.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a slut. Sure, I’ve had my share of partners. Most were long term relationships, not first date flings. I don’t sleep around with just anyone. I know what I want when I see it, and right now I want Professor Carter. He’s a man, right? He can’t be all that different from college boys. It shouldn’t be that hard. I just need to let him know that he can have what his eyes see.

I made sure to arrive ten minutes late. Keep them waiting was my motto. It makes the appetite that much hungrier.

“Ahem, Professor Carter?” I said peeking my head around the door of his small office. “You said to come by at three. I’m sorry I’m a few minutes late. Can I come in?”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I stepped into his office and, without asking, shut the door behind me. I moved in front of his desk clasping my hands behind me and pushing out my well endowed chest. I had made sure that my hard nipples were visibly poking out through the thin material of my top before I entered. I looked straight into his eyes and spoke in a soft, whispery voice, taking my hands from my back and sliding them across my stomach with my fingers stretched out towards my belly.

“I want you to know how much I love your class, Professor Carter. You have such a command of the subject and your explanations are so… deep.”

 

[BurningMonkey]

Jesse looked up from where he sat going over some papers when she entered. He had almost forgotten that she was coming by.

"Hello, Miss Johnson. Thank you very much for the compliment. Uh, would you mind opening the door again, please? I like to maintain an appearance of accessibility. To my students," he added. And waited, pen poised, for her to comply with his request.

 

[missmaddy]

This was not going at all according to plan. Did he not find me attractive? Maybe he was naive and missed all the signals. I hesitated for a moment. Perhaps I just needed to make sure he knew for sure what I was offering. Rather than open the door I stepped around the side of the desk until I was standing right next him.

"I'm very accessible Professor Carter," I said sliding my hands up over my breasts, "Especially with the door closed."

 

[BurningMonkey]

I sighed. Rising from behind my desk, I slide past her (not missing the opportunity to brush against those gorgeous melons) and grasp the door handle, turning it and opening the door. Brushing past her again, I take my seat, shifting a little to allow my stiffening cock to assume a more comfortable position. Irrespective of the current situation, she did have some nice, soft, heavy, warm tits, and those perky nipples were quite inviting...

"Miss Johnson," I begin. "I'm fully aware of what you're trying to do, but I'm afraid that what you hope to happen isn't going to happen. First," and I tick the points off on my fingers, "I'm married. Happily married, thank you. And even if I was inclined to accept every offer that I've been afforded--and I've been afforded many--I will not jeopardize my life-long marriage for the sake of a few moments' pleasure. And second," I tick down another finger, "you are my student, and I am your teacher; I'm in a position of authority, here, and it would be unethical--not to mention immoral--for me to take advantage of the situation.

"So you see, for very good, substantial reasons, nothing is going to happen between us today, no matter how accessibly you may present yourself."

I turn to the stack of papers on my left. "I believe you mentioned that you had lost your assigned reading list. I have another copy right here. Please don't lose it again." I hold out the sheet of paper in question, waiting for realization to dawn and for her to take the paper and leave.

When she does not do so immediately, I raise one eyebrow. "Was there something else you wished to discuss with me, or ask me? Regarding English?" I emphasize the final word, cementing my intent to confine this interaction on a strictly student/teacher, course-related level.

 

[missmaddy]

"Professor Carter, there must be a misunderstanding. I was not trying to seduce you if that is what you are implying. What makes you think I would have even the slightest interest in an older married man. I can't believe that your ego is so big that you are under the impression every co-ed in your class wants to fuck you. Nothing could be further from the truth."

I was angry at being called out even though we both knew exactly what I was trying to do. I ripped the paper from his hand and stormed out of his office. By the time I reached my dorm room a new plan popped into my head. Professor "I can resist your charms" Carter was going to get tested. Sooner or later he would come around. I was more determined than ever.

I stripped down to my lacy bra and skimpy thongs and sat in front of the full length mirror on my closet door. With my phone I took a series of photos making sure the the college logo was showing in the background. Several were close-ups of my breasts about to fall out of my bra. I spread my legs and took more shots showing the crotch of my thongs. I even took a few with my hand down inside my panties. Then I got on all fours and took several shots of my naked ass cheeks from different angles.

I downloaded the photos into my computer. Using a dummy email I sent them one at a time every 30 minutes to Professor Carter. Each one had a caption. Some read, "Wouldn't you like to see what's underneath." Others said something like, "Are you as hard as I am wet?" They were all signed, "Your most accessible student."

 

[BurningMonkey]

I was reviewing a paper on Joyce when my computer chimed, indicating that I had an email. Without thinking about it I opened my inbox and saw that it was from an unknown address. Probably spam, I thought, and was on the verge of deleting it unread when my finger paused on the "delete" key.

I was tired of Joyce. I'd always found him to be opaque and obscure, and whatever message he was trying to convey usually turned out not to be worth the effort to winnow it from the chafe of his prose. To be blunt, I found Joyce tedious and boring, and papers about Joyce orders of magnitude more tedious and boring yet. I wish they'd just drop him from the list, I found myself thinking for the umpteenth time; I had made the suggestion every year at the faculty symposium, but the department chair was a fan, and so year after year I had to slog through poorly-written pages extolling the virtues of an author that I found one of the least insightful in the history of Western literature.

In short, I was bored and ready for a distraction. I'm always amused and astonished at the sorts of spam I get, wondering how on earth I ever got on that list. Possibly the most entertaining ones were advertisements for a "Christian Education" at some holy-roller, Bible-thumping school of maybe 1,000 enrolled buried somewhere in the wilds of Tennessee, where the student body would be safe from the myriad temptations of the world, the flesh, and the Devil...

So I clicked on it.

WHOA!! What I saw before me was a pair of succulent boobs, barely restrained by a deep-plunging bra, and showing a sweet valley of cleavage in between. They filled the screen from edge to edge; the sight brought Little Jesse awake in an instant, eager to come out and play.

I changed screens and went out to assure myself that Marianne was otherwise occupied and not likely to walk in on my, then returned to my computer. She doesn't object to my surfing porn, and even thinks it enhances our sex life. On occasion she'll even watch it with me. But this looked like something different from the usual sexually explicit advertisements I usually get, and I didn't want to have to field any awkward questions.

Opening the picture again, I perused it for the usual "sign up here" links, but there were none. Instead, at the bottom was an inscription: "From your most accessible student".

Oh, my, I thought. This one is going to be tenacious. A certain excitement began to grow in me.

Most of the women who sought to seduce me were first-year students. I knew the type: Always the hottest thing in their respective high schools, able to crook their little finger and have a ready line-up of dicks waiting outside their door. College--and him--was their first real experience of...well, not defeat, precisely, but at least the inability to get what they wanted easily. Most, after an initial rebuff, gave up the chase, confused and hurt, sadder but wiser.

A few, though, over the years had proved more determined, unwilling or unable to accept that not every pair of gonads in the world was theirs for the asking. For them, I'd developed a little game I liked to play to ease the boredom of Joyce papers and reams of doggerel that posed as poetry--I would tease them, lead them on subtly, offer vague possibilities, half-open invitations, just to see how persistent they would be.

I never followed through, of course, and eventually they all had given me up as a lost cause and gone on to hunt in more verdant pastures. This one, this Tammy, was somewhat different, not of the usual mold. For starters, she was not a first-year student; she probably had experienced some modest success among the graduate population, and had decided to try her hand at someone older.

Yes, this was going to be fun...

I waited; they showed up in his inbox approximately every thirty minutes, and a choice collection of selfies they were--great ass, great tits, nice pussy--what I could see of it behind the barely-copvering thong she wore--and even a few staged masturbation shots...at least I thought they were staged--for all I knew, she really was diddling her clit at the thought of me. The idea gave me a warm, pleasant feeling. After all, what human on this planet doesn't want to be found attractive, even hot, by the members of the opposite sex?

I filed each one diligently on my flash drive, to be retrieved later. There was some great jack-off material, here; it would be a shame to waste it.

When the stream finally seemed to have exhausted itself, I sent a short reply to the last one. It said only: More? Please?

 

[missmaddy]

Tammy

I had his interest. He wanted more. I wasn’t sure that he knew it was me who sent the pictures, but he had to know they were from a student at the school. I decided to send him two more tantalizing photos to pique his interest. I took off my bra and sat in front of the mirror. I do have spectacular breasts. They hung majestically from my chest like two ripe grapefruits with light brown caps that puffed out invitingly. I rubbed my fingertips across the eraser-sized nipples until they were firm and erect.

I propped up my knees and spread my legs, then pulled my panties tight against the contours of my pussy and snapped a photo from my neck down. Next I pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and snapped a close-up of my shaved peach. I downloaded the pictures to the computer. I sent the one showing my tits with the caption, “Play your cards right and I might let you kiss them.” I signed it… “You know who I am.” I waited 15 minutes before sending the second photo. The caption on this one was, “It tastes as good as it looks.” I signed it… “See you in class tomorrow.”

Taking suggestive pictures of my body had turned me on more than I could have imagined. I was tingling all over. I pulled on my nightshirt and slipped into bed. Before falling asleep I let my hand trail down between my legs. Images of Professor Carter filled my head. I gasped and shuddered. The tightness in my loins dissipated in a satisfying release.

 

[BurningMonkey]

I waited for a while to see if any more pics would be forthcoming, and was just about to go to bed when my inbox dinged again. Sure enough, it was from her. And she'd upped the ante this time, with a naked tit shot.

God, her melons were gorgeous! Ripe, and round, and juicy, with nice-sized nipples standing up like hard little gumdrops...I started rubbing myself through my pants. What great chicken-choking fodder this one was...I unbuckled and unzipped, and took my problem in hand...

Just when I was about to blow my load, my inbox chimed again. And when I opened it, one of the prettiest little snatches I'd seen in a long, long time was staring at me, the lips all swollen and moist, and a hard little pink pearl glistening at their upper junction.

That was enough to tip me over, and I came hard. I closed my eyes as the euphoric wave of my orgasm subsided, my hand gliding slowly and gently up and down my softening shaft, slippery with jism now but rapidly drying and turning sticky... Yes, she was going to be a fun one to play with.

My conscience nagged me a little at the deliberate deception I was practicing; it wasn't really ethical, after all. But then, what she was doing wasn't ethical, either, trying to seduce a married man. And for all I knew it was just a cunning ploy to get a good grade without actually having to do the work--such "arrangements" were not unknown on campus. So I felt justified and dismissed whatever misgivings I may have entertained.

When I'd cleaned myself up with the tissues I kept at my desk, I typed a reply to the last picture sent: "Sorry about this afternoon. But I have a good marriage, and a good job, and I can't afford to lose either one. Discretion is of paramount importance."

She'd nibbled the bait, and I would see if I could set the hook. I deliberately left the door open a crack, implying that if we were discreet, this might happen...

I waited to see if there was any response, but after fifteen minutes or so of silence I shut down and went to bed. If she hadn't seen it, she would tomorrow. And if she didn't bite...well, I still had the pics. Sometimes a man has to be content with what he's given.

 

[missmaddy]

Tammy

When I woke up the first thing I did was check my email. He replied! He replied and he didn’t say no. I decided to send him one last “reward”. I had a feeling he might check his email again before class and would walk into the lecture hall with the image burned into his brain. I took a shower. Without a stitch of clothes on my body I sat in a chair in front of the mirror, lifted my knees, spread my thighs and slipped two fingers into my pussy. This time the photo showed all of me including my face which showed an expression of pure ecstasy. I downloaded it and wrote, “Come get it before I change my mind” and hit send.

I dressed even more provocatively for class. This time I wore a very short black leather skirt, red thongs and a white top that molded around my breasts and was cut deep showing significant cleavage. I took my position in the front row, only this time I barely looked up at Professor Carter. I occasionally crossed and uncrossed my legs suggestively but otherwise sat there pretending to take notes. When the class ended I quickly left the room. I ran to his office before he arrived and slipped a note under the door. It said, “Last chance. Motel 8, Room 106, 4PM. Don’t be late.”

I sat in a coffee shop across the street where I had a perfect view of the room and waited to see if he would show.

 

[BurningMonkey]

When I checked my email just before leaving for campus I saw that she had sent another mail. After checking to make sure Marianne had left for work, I opened it and caught my breath. Damn! She was amazingly hot, I have to concede. I copped a semi-boner gazing at it for a few minutes, then filed it with the rest on my flash drive and headed out for lecture.

She sat in the front row again, in a short, slutty skirt that showed off her legs nicely and a tight white top the exposed a generous amount of cleavage. I wondered if she would put on another flash show as she had yesterday, but she actually behaved herself with a modicum of decorum, for which I was thankful. It was disruptive to the class to have someone essentially stripping out of her clothes in the middle of the front row, and I had important material to cover. She left without making eye contact after lecture was over, and I mentally shrugged. Maybe the game was over already. Oh, well...

When I found the note under my door, I almost laughed. A motel in the middle of the afternoon? I surmised that the quiet demeanor in class had been a case of playing "hard to get". She didn't realize yet that "hard to get" is difficult to play if the person you're playing with isn't actually trying to get you. I crumpled the note and deposited it in the wastebasket, then got busy preparing for the evening section I teach on Tuesdays. A motel at 4:00...I should my head, then dismissed it.

When I got home that evening Marianne had supper on the table already, as she usually does on Tuesdays. We had a very pleasant meal and a few glasses of wine, and then I kissed her and excused myself to my office. When I got there I opened my inbox, but there were no messages from Her, and frankly I didn't expect any. I figured the game was over. Not showing up this afternoon probably killed her ardor. Ah well, it was probably for the best.

Nonetheless I opened a new message and wrote:

"What were you thinking? I teach class Tuesday nights. What you don't seem to understand is that not everyone is fancy-free like you are--I have obligations, commitments, a family, a job. My time isn't my own. I can't just take off at a moment's notice and go where I please when I please.

"And I won't just go to a motel in the middle of the day. What part of 'discretion' didn't you understand? Anybody could have seen me. I can't allow that.

"I'll be in the library researching my next paper tomorrow afternoon. Second floor. Come find me if you're still interested."

I hit 'send', closed my browser, and cleared my mind. There were notes to take, and papers to grade.

 

[missmaddy]

I sat in the coffee shop for more than an hour. He didn't show. I was fuming. Who did he think he was anyway? There was no way he couldn't want me. And he had replied to me. He had suggested that we had to be discreet. Maybe he didn't get the note. It cold have blown under something when he opened the door. Yes, that was it. That had to be it.

Rather than head back to the room I went to the local watering hole. I needed a drink. I ran into some friends and was quite drunk by the time I left. I opened my email and found his message. He did want to see me! Tomorrow. In my drunken stupor I came up with a brilliant idea. I would go over to his house tonight. Why wait until tomorrow.

I knew where he lived. I had followed him home once. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

 

[BurningMonkey]

I was just finishing up and getting ready to go to bed when the doorbell rang. Who the hell...?

I walked out of my office and went to the door, switching on the porch light when I got there. Oh, shit, I thought. Through the glass front I could see Tammy standing in the pool of light. She's like a pit bull... Evidently she wasn't used to not netting whatever fish she set her sights on, and probably also wasn't used to waiting for it. Objectively, I could understand that: she was certainly one sexy piece of woman-flesh, and things had probably gone all her way since the day she hit puberty and her boobs started to swell. Those nice, firm, perky, round boobs...

From the slight sheen of sweat and the unfocused gaze, I guessed that she had been drinking. Not a good sign.

In all the years that I'd been "crushed on" by students, this was the first time anyone had had the balls--the irony of that expression wasn't lost on me--to come to my house. This was going to be awkward, to say the least. I hope the bell didn't wake Marianne, part of me thought, while another part thought, If she does come out to see who's visiting at this hour, that might go a long way towards quelling Tammy's fire...

She was in the process of reaching for the doorbell again when I opened the door and precluded her. "Tammy?" I asked, quizzically. "What are you doing here, at this hour? Is something wrong?"

 

[missmaddy]

Tammy

“I can’t wait until tomorrow Professor Carter,” I said throwing myself against him. “I need you now. I need to feel you IN me.”

I wedged a hand between us and rubbed it across the front of his pants. I could feel the bulge growing bigger.

“Do you want me to do you with my mouth first?” I asked sliding down his body and squatting in front of him.

 

[BurningMonkey]

My initial reaction was shock. This was insane! Here was a drunken, female student throwing herself on me and grabbing my crotch right out in the open, in public, on my front porch! Though I had to admit that her hand on my boner felt good…it felt very good, in fact…

But when she sank into a crouch, I came to my senses. This couldn’t happen! Not here, not now, not anywhere at any time! Fear leapt up in me like a sudden flare of gasoline on a campfire; Marianne could appear at any second, and what would happen then? How would I explain a gorgeous co-ed pawing at my cock in our doorway?

I reached down and grabbed her under her arms to lift her back to her feet. Along the way my hands brushed across her tits, and the sensation was electric, sending instant urgent messages along my arms, down my belly, directly to my prick: Wake up! Wake up!! And it did, with a vengeance. The combination of her hand squeezing it and the feel of those soft, yielding fun-balloons under my fingers had it standing at rigid attention, ready and eager for action.

But I dismissed all that. There was a more urgent problem that needed to be dealt with.
When she was upright again I gripped her shoulders and brought my face close to hers, trying to call some focus into those lust-and-alcohol-soaked eyes. “Are you crazy?” I whispered intently. “Are you trying to make me lose my job, lose my marriage? This is my home! My wife is inside! This can’t happen! You can’t just come popping over here in the middle of the night and blow me on my front porch, in front of God and the neighbors and anybody who happens to be passing by! What are you thinking??”

I straightened, noting with satisfaction the dawning light of returning reason in her face. “Go home and sleep it off,” I said sternly. “You can’t be here. I can’t have you here. You have to leave!”

And just about then my worst fear was realized. “Honey?” I heard from behind me. “Who is it? What’s going on?” I turned to see Marianne emerging from the hallway, wrapping her bathrobe around herself as she came to the front door. “Who’s this? And what does she want?” she asked, looking at me expectantly. Oh, shit, shit, damn, shit…

 

[missmaddy]

Tammy

“Hi Mrs. Carter,” I said slurring my words. “I’m sorry. We didn’t do anything, honest. You’re pretty. I was just stopping by to talk about my assignment. I wasn’t trying to fuck him or anything.”

I giggled and fell backwards almost losing my balance.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Aw, Jesus… I thought. Luckily, this was not the first time an inebriated student had shown up at my door, though usually not female, not this late at night, and not this early in the term. But when you live near a college campus, things sometimes happen, so Marianne wasn’t that surprised, though she did give me a curious glance at the statement “I wasn’t trying to fuck him…”

Mostly, though, she looked annoyed and resigned. But she decided to put a brave, polite face on it, to my relief. “Hello, dear, and thank you for the compliment. I think you’re pretty, too. But maybe it would be better if you stopped by his office during the day to discuss your assignments…?”

As Tammy swayed where she stood, I caught Marianne’s eye and made a tippling motion with my hand, unnecessarily, and gave a slight shrug, as if to say, “It beats the hell out of me; I’m as mystified as you are.”

Marianne made a slight grimace and turned to me. “Don’t be too long, okay, honey?” she said, and then she hugged my arm while looking at Tammy. It was almost as if she was marking me as belonging to her in the presence of a pretty, younger, voluptuous rival… Then she turned and walked back towards the hallway and our bedroom.

When she’d left I turned to Tammy, again. “Go home,” I said again, firmly. “And never, ever, under any circumstances, come to my house again.” I was about to shut the door and go in to bed myself, but I stopped. She was in no shape to be walking the streets alone, and my sense of decency warred with my desire to have her off my threshold.

“Look..is there someone you can call to come get you?” I asked. “You shouldn’t be walking on the street this late, not in your condition.”

 

[missmaddy]

Bitch, I thought to myself. I’m better than she is. I know how to satisfy a man. She probably just lays there with her legs spread until he gets his rocks off. I’m going to show him what a real woman can do.

“Whaddya mean in my condition,” I slurred. “I’m not drunk.”

Once again I staggered. This time I fell against him. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my body tightly against his. I kissed him on the neck and, standing on my toes, worked my tongue into his ear. I felt his bulge growing against my lower body.

“I’m getting wet, Professor Carter, just thinking about what you are going to do to me.”

 

[BurningMonkey]

Oh, this is too much I thought. The feel of her warm, willing body pressed full-length along mine had its effect, no doubt—Little Jesse was straining at the leash, and my hands itched to grab a double handful of that beautiful, round ass and pull her in tighter…

Instead I raised them to forcibly pull her from around my neck and hold her at arm’s length. “All I’m going to do to you right now,” I said firmly, “is get you back to your dorm room in one piece, if possible.”

At first I was going to ask for her phone and call someone, hoping to find a person willing to come get her. But I rejected that idea out of hand—what impression would that give, having a drunk girl picked up at my house? What sorts of rumors would fly? I couldn’t afford to have anyone else involved. Girls talk, and guys are even worse when it comes to salacious gossip—and this was exactly the sort of situation that would set either type of tongue wagging.

But I couldn’t in conscience leave her to make her own way back. God knew how she’d made it here, and if she was attacked and/or raped on the way back—such things were not unknown—I would carry it with me forever.

DAMN the girl, I thought furiously. “Wait here,” I said—needlessly, probably, as she didn’t look like she was able to go anywhere. I walked quickly into the bedroom to check on Marianne; she was sleeping again, soundly. I quickly scribbled a note: Couldn’t sleep. Went for a walk. Back soon. and left it on the table next to the bed.

Grabbing my jacket on the way back to the front door I hastily pulled it on, closed and locked the front door, and took her arm. “Come on,” I said, and pulled her down the steps and along the sidewalk towards the school. Fortunately we didn’t live very far off campus, and I should be able to walk her as far as her dorm and make it back within an hour.

And with luck, all the neighbors were already in bed; it wouldn’t do to have someone see me walking her along. Almost half-carrying her would have been actually closer to the truth; she staggered and stumbled with almost every step.

 

[missmaddy]

He was doing his best to keep out of sight of the neighbors as he dragged me back to my room. He had a firm grip on my arm. I staggered along behind him. We cut through the practice football field which was completely dark except for the light of the full moon. I made my move. Pretending to lose my balance I grabbed his coat. I fell and pulled him on top of me. I quickly wrapped my legs around him and kissed him hard on the lips. I wedged my hand between our bodies and found the bulge in the front of his pants. My fingers rubbed down along its length.

“Fuck me right here, Professor Carter,” I whispered sliding my lips to his ear.

 

[BurningMonkey]

This is ridiculous! I thought. Here I was, tussling with an almost-naked girl--she was still dressed in the almost-clothes she'd worn to class that day--in the middle of a dark football practice field,.. I tried to right myself, but her legs were wrapped around me tight and somehow I ended up with a handful of boob that had slipped out of her deep cleavage during the struggle. And oh, it felt good! So soft, and warm, and pliable, with her hard little nipple sticking up like a tiny thimble...

I released that and tried to grab her legs to pull them apart, but she still had on the red thong of the morning and my hand slipped own one firm, smooth thigh to grip her round, firm ass cheeks...

All the while she had one arm locked behind my head and the other hand sawing at my over-hard cock, kneading it, rubbing it, squeezing it...

I was getting angrier by the second. I couldn't seem to extricate myself from this limpet/strumpet, and it was frustrating me beyond words. The whole thing was silly, and stupid, and incredibly dangerous; someone could decide at any moment to take a shortcut from someplace to someplace else, and stumble across Doctor Jesse Carter and some half-naked tart wrestling and humping in the middle of the football practice field. Wouldn't that look great as the headline of the next issue of the campus newspaper?

And it was all the fault of this drunken bitch-slut under me. Any rational person would have just come to the library tomorrow afternoon for a little innuendo, a little almost-touchy-feely, an explanation as to why the next meeting would have to be on my timetable, and a promise to get back to them soon. That's how it had gone every other time, and I had managed to string it out, string it out, until the girl got tired of it and left me alone.

But NO! Not Tammy! Tammy had to get drunk, and Tammy had to come to my house, and Tammy had to sexually attack me on the front porch, like the two of us were behind the bushes at some frat house. And now my career and my marriage were hanging by a thread. And all the while my hands continued to find and grope and grasp woman-parts that were only serving to make Little Jesse painfully stiff, confined as he was in my pants. Hell, I was even beginning to leak pre-cum, and her insistent rubbing and squeezing and stroking, and her continual fervent litany of "Fuck me! Fuck me, Professor Carter! Fuck me now! Fuck me hard!" didn't help matters one little bit.

Finally I'd had enough. I snapped. I seriously contemplated hitting her in the jaw just to get her to let go...but then the combination of lust, and anger, and fear took a darker turn. I stopped trying to get away; instead I grabbed one handful of ass and pulled her into me, and grabbed another handful of glorious tit, pinching that hard little nub-nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and whispered fiercely, "You want me to fuck you? You want me to fuck you? Okay, you win. Just loosen your grip enough so I can get my pants undone..."

 

[missmaddy]

"You want me to fuck you? You want me to fuck you? Okay, you win….”

I unwrapped my legs from their wrestling hold on Professor Carter. A flurry of activity ensued. His pants slid down his thighs. I yanked my top off exposing my ripe tits and swollen nipples. My hand slid down between our bodies and found the hard flesh of his throbbing member. I wrapped my fingers around it pushing the crotch of my thongs to the side. I rolled onto my shoulders pulling my knees back to my ears and guided the swollen crown between the folds of my already wet pussy. I felt it lodge in the opening. I gritted my teeth and looked up at him in the pale moonlight.

“Yes,” I growled, “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Deep. Make me feel it Professor Carter.”

 

[BurningMonkey]

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[missmaddy]

Tammy

He unleashed his anger into my body with each powerful thrust. I could feel him deep inside filling me and stretching me to accommodate his size. I hooked my heels over his shoulders and rocked my body to the pounding rhythm of his swollen cock. I felt his fingers at my neck. His other hand crushed the soft flesh of my naked breast and tugged roughly on my nipple. He was out of control with lust and passion and anger. I loved it.

“Harder,” I screamed. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

The pressure in my belly continued to build towards an apex. His fingers tightened around my throat. His cock pummeled my pussy faster and deeper. The explosion hit me like a thunderbolt. My body tensed. My toes curled. I threw my head back and bit my lip. A scream pierced the night air…. and then another… and then another…