Fall Semester

The two of them had gratifying orgasms in one another's arms thinking about Carol and her illicit lover, before they kissed deeply, told each other of their love, and rolled over to go to sleep.

The next morning, Carol realized she was missing her wallet. She thought back, and soon figured out that it must have tumbled out of her purse in Carl's car as they were necking out front of her house.

Anxiously, she called Carl at home, but there was no answer. She called his office on the campus, and after a few rings, he answered, She glanced around and saw that John was outside scraping ice off of their car, and their daughter was watching cartoons in the other room.

"Carl," she said, "my wallet is missing. Did you notice it in your car?"

"No, I didn't, Carol, but let me go take a look, and I'll call you back."

While Carol waited nervously fro Carl to call back, John came in from scraping the ice off of their car's windshield. "I need to go down to the office today, if you don't mind," John said, brushing crystals off of his coat near the door. "Do you think you want to take me down so you can have the car today?" he asked.

Just then, the phone rang. John was standing right next to it, and answered it before Carol had a chance. John listened for a few minutes and then said into the phone, "Okay, just a second."

Holding his hand cupped over the mouthpiece, John said to Carol, "This is Professor Fellows. He says he found your wallet on the floor of his car this morning, He wants to know if you want him to drop it off."

Carol was jumpy and nervous trying to reassure herself that John knew Carl had picked her up at school and driven her home last night, and her wallet in his car didn't reveal anything. But her guilty conscience kept her from responding right away.

John said, "Look, Carol, Megan will be fine here by herself for a while. Why don't you drop me off at the office on your way to campus to get your wallet? There's no need to make your professor drive all the way over here to bring it to you!"

"Yeah, okay, that would be fine," Carol said, more relieved to be out of a tight spot than really thinking about if this was a good idea or not.

"That will be fine, Professor Fellows," John said into the phone. Carol will be there at your office in about half an hour to pick it up. Yes, thank you very much. Goodbye!" and hung up the phone.

"Get yourself together, Carol," John said, as she stood looking at him vacantly, her mind obviously somewhere else. "Put on some shoes, and let's get going. I've got a lot to get done today, and your professor is waiting." It gave John a kind of perverse pleasure to realize that he was making her feel uncomfortable saying "your professor." It also gave him a little bit of a rush to realize he was setting them up to have some more time together, this time alone at his office on campus.

While she was getting her shoes and coat, Carol was thinking about the same thing. She was not wearing her usual school-teacher's clothes today. She was in her typical Saturday garb -- jeans, bobby sox, tennies, and a t-shirt with no bra. She felt she would look ridiculously forward if he (he ... Carl, of course) were to see she had no bra. But he wouldn't see that -- she would just get her wallet and get out of there -- she wouldn't even take off her coat. She promised herself. Against her will, her nipples were growing hard, poking the material of her t-shirt out. After she had her shoes on, she hurried to get her coat on before John could see her obvious excitement.

But he had.

Forty minutes later, Carol had found Carl's office in the faculty office building on campus. She had dropped John off at his office, and their daughter had gone to spend the day next door with her friend Mary.

The office door was open, and Carol could see her wallet on the desk across the room. She came in, and spotted Carl near the bookcases along the hall wall of his office. He came toward her, but he didn't come to her as she had expected. He went right to the door behind her and closed it. She turned to look at him. As he met her eyes, he turned the old-fashioned dead-bolt lock.

Keeping his eyes glued to hers, her professor came directly to her, embraced her, and pressed his open lips to hers. Helpless to stop herself, she opened her own mouth, and they thrust their tongues into one another's mouths.

While they were kissing, Carl unzipped her coat and slipped it off her shoulders. It fell onto the floor, forgotten. His hands soon discovered that she had worn no bra today, and she raised her arms as he skinned her t-shirt up and over her head, then dropped it, too on the floor. He pulled back for a moment to gaze at her lovely exposed breasts, admiring them as the nipples grew more prominent under his stare. He soon returned to caressing them with one hand as he unbuttoned her jeans with the other, and slid them, too, along with her panties, to the floor.

Carl pushed Carol back onto the cracked old leather couch behind her, and sank to his knees. He tugged at the legs of her jeans as he struggled to get them off over her shoes. Soon, she was nude except for her tennis shoes and socks, which he thought was sexy as hell. She was sprawled out, reclining onto her elbows on the soft old sofa, looking at him expectantly.

Carl stood and loosened his own belt and trousers. He quickly skimmed them down, leaving his shorts on for now. He stripped off his own shirt, and kicked off his shoes and socks.

He stepped toward Carol, forcing her to make the move to remove his underwear -- to commit herself to what they were about to do. She licked her lips and reached out, grabbed the elastic band around his waist, and tugged them down, revealing the long, swollen cock she had seen only dimly last night.

Carl leaned forward and put his hands on her ... touching her right nipple with his left hand and her labia with his right hand. Her nipples were standing out prominently from her flattened breasts, as her chest heaved with her deep breaths. And between her legs, she was soaking wet, ready now, right now.

Then, he knelt on the floor again, and started to push his face into the moist space between her thighs, prepared to lick her there until she felt she was ready for his cock, but Carol reached down and pulled him up towards her. She grabbed his cock and guided him toward her opening, letting him know she needed no preliminaries. She was ready now, right now.

He knelt on the sofa beside her with one knee, keeping the other foot on the floor, and took his throbbing penis into his own hand. He leaned forward again and rubbed his cock up and down along the length of her cunt lips, sliding in the oily fluids there, slathering them all over him and her. His other hand remained busy rolling and pinching her nipples as he switched from one to the other from time to time.

Carol was first to speak a word since she had entered his office only moments before: "Please!" she said.

Carl stopped everything he was doing, leaned back so that only his thigh was touching hers slightly, and looked into her eyes. "I want you to say you know what we are doing. This is fucking. It's not love, it's fucking. Say it."

"It's fucking! Do it!" Carol hissed in a loud whisper, afraid that someone in the hallway might hear her. "Fuck me, now."

Carl leaned forward, and while he was touching the tip of his cock to her sloppy wet cunt, he remembered the half-a-dozen previous times that he had done this with other willing young wives. Every time, he had made them humiliate themselves by saying that there was no love here, just fucking. Every time, they said it.

Her hand was on his cock again, desperate to guide him directly into her opening. He plunged his cock into her, meeting no resistance, but feeling her snugly around him, her cunt tight but greasy with excitement. He pushed in an inch or two, then pulled out a bit, pushed in some more, then out again. Impatient, Carol reached behind him with the leg that was resting on the sofa, and yanked him into her to his full depth.

She let out a gasp. He was much longer than her husband ... she couldn't help but make the comparison. She loved her husband, but this was fucking, not love, and it was something special to feel herself so filled by him as he left himself fully embedded in her and rotated his hips to wriggle his penis around within her, his dangling balls slapping from the inside of her one thigh to the other.

He stopped the wriggling, and withdrew himself so that only the head of his penis remained within her, but she was having none of that, and again used her leg to yank him into herself. He decided that she wasn't to be toyed with, and just abandoned himself to pumping into her with undisguised joy. He had had six or seven students before, but Carol was by far the most enthusiastic he had ever had, including his own wife when they were new together. For a second he began to wonder if he himself was convinced that there was no love here, but he shook it off, and concentrated on fucking this married student slut here below him.

He felt the space between his hips begin to tighten up, and he recognized the signs of his impending orgasm. He started to make himself hold back but just then he realized that Carol's cunt was gripping his cock more tightly, she was arching her back with her hands stretched over her head, her breath was ragged, her eyes closed, and her chest flushed dark red, her head flailing left and right as she murmured something unintelligible -- she was cumming, strongly. So Carl violently shoved his engorged cock into her as far as it could go and he let loose a torrent of cum, pulsing what felt to him like cupful of fluid. He was actually dizzy from his cum, and briefly lost track of time. Below him, Carol shuddered as the contractions of her orgasm rippled through her, and he saw her stomach tighten again and again and her muscles there pulse upward.

They both stopped, his cock buried deeply inside her, deeper than she had ever had a man before, still rigid and still weakly pumping fluids into her. Two such intellectual people, normally living in their heads, were at this moment at their most animal level of existence, not really thinking at all, just totally centered where their sex came together.

The moment passed, and Carl's cock began to soften inside her. She started to realize what she had just done, that she had just fucked her professor like a giddy schoolgirl, that she hadn't taken any precautions against pregnancy, that she had betrayed her marriage to her husband whom she loved, and that she had just had the most fantastic sexual feelings of her life and that she knew she would be doing this more ... a lot more.

Carl felt the sense of domination and, for some reason, revenge, that he always felt after he first unloaded his jism into the cunt of one of these faithless wives. His was a satisfaction that was compounded of sexual fulfillment, a joy in breaking her to his will, and the power of using his position and prestige to get a cheap, no-commitment fuck from a young married woman. He loved that these girls ... women ... would knowingly throw their whole comfortable married lives away for sex ... with him!

But there was something else, this time. For the first time ever, Carl suspected that this woman was at least his intellectual equal, and he briefly wondered if he was the one who was doing the conquering. But his ego wouldn't let that thought stay for more than a second, and he looked down at Carol's body on his old leather couch, still panting and sweating in the over-heated office, and his penis began to swell again inside of her.

Carol was too sensitive to even think about having Carl touch her anywhere right now, and she gently but firmly pushed him away, forcing his growing cock out of her sloppy twat. She slid her butt back further onto the sofa trailing foamy cum along the smooth old leather, and tucked up her knees to her chest, holding her shins. Carl stood up and reached over her to grab an old knit afghan off the back of the sofa, and spread it out over her. He sat down beside her, and kissed her sweaty forehead. Slowly, Carol relaxed under the blanket, and stretched out again, and as she did, the afghan caught on her toes, pulling it down to reveal her breasts. Carl stared at them, fascinated as always by the perfection of the woman's bosoms. He reached out to touch her, but she gently pushed his hand away, saying "That's nice, but I'm still so sensitive right now."

Carl was ready to go again, though, seeing this sexy young wife and mother stretched out naked on the sofa in his office. So he did something that just about always worked to get his student sluts going again. He peeled the afghan down along her body until he revealed her arms crossed over her taut little tummy. She was lying on her right side, so her left hand was on top. His erection was almost fully restored by now, but he was still oozing semen. He caught her eye, and while she watched closely, he started to rub the tip of his dripping penis all over the wedding ring on her finger. She watched with fascination as his cum oozed out onto the ring John had placed on her finger on their wedding day, bathing the filigreed gold with his slimy white fluid.

Carol knew what he was showing her, and her pulse began to race. She was here with her professor, this other man than her husband. While John was working hard for their family, she was here in full knowledge of what she was doing, admiring his dripping penis rubbing itself all over the symbol of the love she shared with the father of her child. And that thought perversely brought her back to a boil as she began to feel that lovely tingling in her crotch again.

Carl moved his penis from her ring finger up to her breasts, and smeared the remnants of his cum all over her lovely nipples. Then he knee-walked up the sofa so that he could rub his cock along her cheeks, across her lips, and even over her eyelids. He even briefly slapped her face with his rigid cock, cum flying from the tip into her hair and ears.

Carol reached up and grabbed Carl's cock very hard, gripping with enough strength that she knew it probably hurt him. She pulled downward and with such a firm grip, he was persuaded to obey. He scooted himself a foot or so down her body, until she could take his cock into her mouth. John, for some reason, didn't really like her to suck his cock, but Carl didn't seem to mind at all. She tilted her head up and took as much of him into her mouth as she could, and was again reminded of how much bigger he was than her husband -- she couldn't fit Carl's entire cock into her mouth without gagging.

Carl was soon fucking her mouth, and to her surprise, she really enjoyed it. She grabbed him by his thighs and somewhat controlled the force and depth of his strokes into her lips, but after not too long, he became so insistent that she let him have his way, and he pounded into her face until his cock spurted into her mouth. She was surprised -- in part, because it had been years - since high school - that she had taken cum in her mouth, and she had forgotten how hard it would hit her throat and with how much force, and in part she was surprised because there really wasn't all that much of it. As a younger girl, whenever she had fantasized about doing this thing, she had imagined that she would gag on a gross and gigantic mouthful of slimy fluid, but it wasn't that way at all. His second ejaculation of the day was watery, with a slightly chemical taste but not really unpleasant, and there was only about a teaspoon of it. She easily swallowed it and wondered what all the fuss was about.

But for Carl, it was another triumph over his latest conquest. Kneeling over her naked body, his powerful organ thrusting into her beautiful face, he pictured her as the prim, well-turned-out school teacher who was so attentive and proper in his classroom. When he bowed his back and thrust his cock against the back of her throat, cum spewing out into her mouth, he felt his dominance over her was complete. She was his in a way he was sure her husband had never had her. And in that, he was right.

After his second cum of the day, Carl's cock definitely was drooping, but he knew what he must do to ensure that she would be his sex slave for the whole semester. He dropped off of the couch to his knees beside her, and pulled her legs out from under the afghan, until she was sitting up on the couch again. He pushed her legs apart, and moved his head between them until his nose encountered her wet pubic hair.

John seldom went down on Carol, and had never eaten her after they had had intercourse. But here was her professor on his knees, seemingly joyful while lapping away at her still-sensitive pussy lips. As he slid his tongue up and down along her slit, she oddly became less sensitive, and more receptive to the sexy feelings building up down there again. She felt Carl's tongue actually pushing into her vagina, now again closed up after they had finished fucking, and therefore squeezing out their combined juicy come into his mouth. Carl always liked this part; it didn't really do anything for him personally, but it gave him time to recharge , and the women invariably loved it, and never seemed to have experienced it before with other men. Too bad for them Carl thought, and good for me.

For him, it was a blind exercise. The taste and smell were strong, but sexy, but he couldn't see anything ... his eyes were only fractions of an inch away from her sex. He felt her pubic hairs all over his face, and occasionally got a loose one in his mouth or stuck in his teeth. He just ignored it, and proceeded from licking along her slit, first at the outer lips, then along the inner lips, alongside the inner lips, then pushing into her cunt as if his tongue were a little soft, dexterous penis, then, finally, licking back out then up to that bulge where the lips of her opening joined, where he knew her sensitive clitoris was located. He rarely could actually feel it there ... his tongue just wasn't that discerning. It just felt warm, and smooth, and wet, but he always knew when he had found the spot from the reaction he got.

And Carol was no different. Her reaction was mostly physical ... what he was doing down there was heavenly. But it was also acutely emotional, because she was being made love to in a way she had never experienced before. Here was this man, older than her, in a more prestigious position than she held, her mentor and her professor, kneeling before her licking her sloppy sex as if it were the best thing he could imagine. She was soaring, and when he started in on her button, she spasmed into another climax nearly as good as the first.

They rested for a little while and then fucked again. Carl made her tell him again that she knew it wasn't making love, just fucking, but she was more than willing to say that, or anything, in order to enjoy again the illicit thrill of giving her cunt without restraint to this man, this man with the big, demanding cock, this man who wasn't her husband. Carl had already cum twice today, so it took him a long time to cum again in Carol's cunt, but when he did, it felt so strong that it actually hurt him in his balls a little. Ironically, while he was being slow to finish, Carol was if anything more charged up than before, and she had plenty of time to think about the luscious sinfulness of what she was doing. She surrendered herself with abandon to the joy of committing the delightful sin of adultery.

And, she was already planning to do more of it as soon as she could manage.

John was sitting in front of his computer, revising the site plan for a project which had to plotted out on Monday. But his cock was rock hard, because half of his mind was envisioning what he knew, or at least strongly suspected, was going on in his wife's professor's office right now.