From: sacroego2@aol.com (Sacroego2)
Subject: A Lecherous Professor [mf, mff, nc]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
I am a professor of English at a small college in the heartland. Because I like my job and my marriage, I do not try to score with the women here. I usually act oblivious to the many charming, and sexy, coeds, secretaries and female instructors. Of course, when you meet a woman like Amber Dolan, all bets are off. She was in my Modern American Lit class this Spring. Amber was the consummate cheerleader: tall (5'9"), blonde, and long legged. She had bright green eyes, a cute upturned nose and a killer smile. She wore skirts that showed her legs to advantage. She was an excellent student: well prepared, articulate and hard working. Although she was unfailingly polite, she was distant and aloof. I wanted her very badly, even just to talk to her about the weather, but she made no secret of her disdain. I used to call on her in class (even more than other students) just to get her to talk to me. Her answers, while correct, were always terse. Lest you think she was shy, I often saw her on campus talking animatedly to other faculty, students and staff. For some reason she just did not like me and I could not make her like me. Although I was obsessed by the blonde goddess, I was also prudent. I never said anything improper to her, and when the semester was over I gave her the grade she deserved. I determined to forget about her, lest my interest prove my undoing.
That Summer I got stuck teaching Modern American Lit night classes in the university theater. I love Summer classes because they are smaller and more intimate. Also the females dress for the weather and I love watching women in short skirts, shorts and tank tops. On the first night of classes I got to school late and barely got to the theater before class began. I almost choked when I stepped up on stage, looked out at the dozen students sitting in the audience and saw Amber sitting in the third row. I looked at my class list and back at Amber. I looked at her again and back at the class list. It wasn't Amber - it was her mom. She had the same last name and the same good looks. Of course, as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see the differences. Mrs. Dolan, Helen, was older, her body was fuller, there were a few grey hairs among the blonde, and she smiled more easily. As the days went by, I discovered her personality was nothing like her daughter's. Helen was cheerful, friendly, out-going, and divorced. She hung around after class to talk to me. I could tell she was interested.
I spent the semester seducing her. The key to getting into a woman's pants is getting into her mind. I treated her ideas with kindness and respect, which encouraged her to speak more. I never mentioned sexual matters, although I chuckled knowingly when she did. Although most of what she had to say was upbeat, she showed real ire when discussing her ex-husband. He was, I gather, a real Philistine asshole. He was a jock, and had no use for the finer things in life. She hated him because he wouldn't talk to her about anything but sports. He wanted her body, but had no use for her mind. I wanted both. Finally, I asked her to have coffee with me. When she hesitated, I told her that sex was no big deal and that I wasn't a teenager any more, but I really enjoyed her company and wanted to spend more time with her. She smiled blushingly and agreed to see me. By the color of her cheeks it was clear that she had thought about sex, but did not want to appear easy. My words set her at ease, and put the onus of the initiative on her. If anything was to happen it would be her idea.
Our first rendezvous was electric. We drank coffee at a little bistro across from campus. It was deserted, since most of its usual clientele (10,000 students) was home for the summer. We talked together for hours. I did not hide the fact that I was married, and she asked why I was seeing her. I explained the problems in my life: my wife's botched hysterectomy, the years of unsuccessful treatment, her diminished sexual response and our growing disenchantment with one another. I added, "I've never done anything like this before." She asked, "Why me?" I replied, "Because you're intelligent and beautiful. Because you like to talk about Hemingway and Fitzgerald. Because you care." I took her hand and held it quietly. By the look in her eye at that moment I knew I had her. I did not, however, press my advantage at that moment. Let her take the first step. I knew it wouldn't be long.
She waited for me the next day after class. She looked stunning in a
tailored green suit and her hair swept back. I walked up to her and
started chatting. We inched closer together, closer than ever. The
darkened theater was alive with sexual tension. I reached for her hand.
She took mine and pulled me close. I hugged her tight and stared into her
lovely laughing green eyes. Our lips met and I kissed her forcefully.
Her lips opened and she kissed me back harder. I could feel the room spin
as her kisses intoxicated me. I was in heaven, but frankly did not expect
things to go further on our "first date." Helen had other ideas. Her
hand reached for the front of my pants and stroked my rigid cock through
the material. "Here," she said, opening my fly, reaching through my boxer
shorts and pulling out my penis, "let me help you with this ." It was all
I could do not to faint as she fondled my bulging erection. "Oh, Jesus!"
I muttered as I stood transfixed. Then she got on her knees and took my
cock in her mouth. She licked it all over, caressed it with her lips and
tongue, then sucked it for all she was worth. She looked so beautiful
kneeling in front of me worshipping my cock that I had to make a special
effort not to blow my load instantaneously. Then she really surprised me.
She unzipped her own pants, reached between her legs and began fingering
herself. "Stop it," I gasped, "I'm gonna come!" But she just shook her
head without releasing my prick and sucked all the harder, increasing the
rhythm of her fingers between her legs to a frantic pace. That was it. I
grabbed her head with both my hands and shoved my tumescent organ all the
way down her throat before I came and came and came. She kept my cock in
her mouth after I shot off as she fingered herself to a shattering orgasm.
Then we collapsed in a heap.
We lay together for a long time, cuddling and caressing each other. I wanted to make love to her, but although the spirit was willing, my prick was limp. As I said, I'm no longer a teenager and as the years go by it takes longer and longer to restart my engine. Sure I was excited, in fact I was totally wired, but I knew it would be some time before I could get it up again. So I stripped her naked, put her on her stomach and massaged every inch of her body. I did not focus on her genitals, although I did not exactly avoid them. Instead I concentrated on her beautiful, long legs, her calves, behind her knees, the crevice of her ass, the small of her back, her shoulders and her arms. I worked my way up and down and up and down. I stroked her from her toes to her neck and back again repeatedly. I savored every inch of her body. God, she was beautiful! I ran my index finger from the nape of her neck to the cleft of her buttocks and then slowly inserted it into her vagina. She was totally wet and whimpered with passion as I twirled by finger inside her. Then I withdrew my hand and slid my fingers ever so gently down her tender thigh. She was ready, and finally, so was I. Just for good measure, I spread her legs and licked her to her second orgasm of the day. I really love the way a woman tastes and I can never get enough of it. By the time I was done her whole body was shaking with passion.
I tore off my clothes quickly, wondering idly what Charley the janitor
would say if he came in to clean the place and found me fucking a student.
The old pervert would probably stay and watch. As wired as I was, the
entire Mormon Tabernacle Choir could have marched in and I wouldn't have
stopped. So I was more than a little surprised when Helen lifted her head
to me and said, "I can't."
I tried to remain calm. I explained that I was "fixed." (Did that after the second child was born). She was not afraid of pregnancy. I told her that as a frequent blood donor, I had an AIDs check done monthly. She was not afraid of STDs. I asked her if she would like to go to a motel, but she said she did not mind the venue. After some prodding, she explained that she was overcome with guilt. What we were doing was wrong. She was a devout member of a local evangelical church and believed that sex outside marriage was a sin. To her, sex was vaginal penetration by a man's penis. Everything else was just play.
I had heard about enough of that shit. I took her hand and told her how I understood completely, when in fact I didn't have a clue. With my other hand, outside her line of sight, I picked up my fallen necktie. Before she knew what was happening, I tied her one hand to the other behind her back and climbed between her still spread legs.
I am not a rapist. At least I like to think that I am not. I think convicted rapists should be put to death or emasculated. Some people will insist that I am a rapist, and nothing I say will change their belief. As I see it, Helen consented to have sex with me but could not take responsibility for her sexuality. She needed to be forced. If she objected afterward, she could have me sent to jail, but I was not going to be stopped.
I turned her so that he head and shoulders were resting on one of the
theater chairs and entered her forcefully. She did not resist, indeed, as
I had hoped and prayed, she participated actively. She gasped, "Yes,
yes!" as she wiggled her ass as I pounded into her cunt. She timed her
stokes to match mine and my cock pistoned in her hot pussy. When I
stopped after a minute to keep from ejaculating prematurely, she stopped
too, then she clenched my cock rhythmically with her vaginal muscles. It
was a hell of a trick and one most women don't know how to do. As it was
it took my full concentration not to blow my load in response. After
regaining my composure, I proceeded to prong her lovingly for the next ten
minutes. Finally when I could take it no longer I came like a stud horse.
I'd like to think that she came with me, but I was so hot I wasn't paying
attention.
When I was done, it was my turn to be overwhelmed with guilt. I had never taken a woman against her will before and never wanted to again. I felt dirty. I knew she loved it and maybe wanted it that way, but it sounded like every pervert's transparent rationalization for some hideous sex crime. I released her bonds immediately and pulled her into my arms with tears in my eyes, begging her for forgiveness. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. "Silly boy," she intoned languidly, "couldn't you tell I was having a good time? I've always wanted to excite a man to the point where he loses control. I didn't expect the necktie," she added, "That was brilliant improvisation on your part." Then she pushed me down and licked our juices off my flaccid organ. We lay naked in each others arms for a long time after that until it was time to go home.
We repeated our lovemaking every day after class for the rest of the
semester, necktie and all. I had never experienced B&D before, but I
would do whatever she wanted. As time went by we added blindfolds,
handcuffs and ball-gags to our repertoire. I even started spanking her
during sex - which made her hotter than a two dollar pistol. She called
me "Master" and I cursed her and called her names while I was fucking her.
"Suck my cock you little whore! You really love it, don't you you
bitch?" Frankly, I could have done without the show, but if she'd wanted
me to shave my head and get a tattoo of the battleship Missouri on my
scalp, I'd have done it. She was the most beautiful, passionate woman I'd
ever known, or ever will know. I thought I had died and gone to fatboy
heaven.
Thus I was taken aback one day during office hours when Amber came in, closed the door and asked, "What are you doing to my mother?" I almost shit in my pants. What did she know? What had her mother told her? What did she suspect? "She comes home late every night after school and all she ever talks about is you." A stared at the big, blonde cheerleader, my head swimming. She looked as haughty and arrogant as ever. "Come to the theater tonight, ten minutes after class is over. Use the side entrance and be quiet. I'll show you," I said.
Amber's face registered shock, horror and recognition when she crept into the darkened theater that night. There was her mother, her beautiful mother, naked on her knees with her chest on an aisle seat, chained to the chair, hands cuffed behind her back, blindfolded and a gag in her mouth. I was naked and my penis erect, kneeling behind her, ready to spear her. I put my finger to my lips then waved her forward. Then I smeared KY jelly on Helen's asshole and stuffed my prick into her. Amber staggered forward like a zombie, but at least she was quiet. Helen whimpered and groaned through her gag as a ravished her tight rear end. It was our first experience at anal sex. I told her tonight I wanted virginity. Amber, looking dazed, approached close to her kneeling mother. I looked into her eyes and waved her closer. As she bent closer, I reached behind her head and brought it within two inches of where my hot prick was reaming her mother's anus. With my free hand, a released the gag from Helen's mouth. A torrent of pent-up passion came flooding out. "Fuck me, Master! Make it hurt! Oh, please fuck me in the ass!" I laughed out loud in triumph.
Then I yanked by hardon out of Helen's ass and waved it in her daughter's face. She licked it once, twice, then swallowed the whole thing up to the balls, still dirty from her mother's hole. I put three fingers of my left hand into Helen's gaping twat to keep her satisfied while I felt up Amber with my right. I caressed her long legs, working my way under her skirt to her panties. I hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled them down as she stepped out of her heels. Then she released my cock from her mouth, stepped back and pulled her dress off. She whisked off her lacy bra and her pink nipples stood out like pencil erasers. I stood up and walked behind her. I pressed her forward. Naked, she kneeled down between her mother's legs.
"Listen, you bitch," I said forcefully, "there's another little whore here and I'm going to have her eat your pussy." Helen reacted violently, but could not free herself from her bonds. With that, I took Amber by the back of the head and stuffed her face into her mother's steaming pussy. Amber licked her mother's cunt and asshole vigorously. I especially liked it when she stuck her long tongue deep into one hole after another. I chuckled as I watched Helen's juices stream down her leg.
I climbed behind Amber and smeared KY jelly on her asshole. She grunted loudly as I forced my way into her tight tunnel. I smacked her ass cheeks as my prick rode between them, then handed her a big black dildo to service her mother. She didn't need it however, because she had already inserted her left hand up to the wrist into her mother's cunt. Helen was writhing in ecstasy as her daughter fisted her faster and faster. Her arched back strained against the chains that held her fast to her seat. Her rigid legs were spread as wide as humanly possible to accommodate her tormentor. I stood up and went to Helen to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. "That little whore is almost as good a cock sucker as you are, you slut. Here," I said, filling her mouth with my prick, "lick it clean." I released her chains and turned her over, letting her sit up, in order to get at her face. She took my fat tool with her usual enthusiasm. Then I had a better idea. I waved Amber up so she could put her cunt in her mother's face. I pulled my cock out of Helen's mouth and turned her face toward her daughter's cunt. "Eat this, you fucking barnyard tramp!" She licked Amber's cunt with a great hunger. Then I pulled off her blindfold.
Helen was more than a little surprised to see her darling baby daughter rubbing her cunt on her mother's mouth, but she kept licking. I returned between Helen's legs and pumped her with gay abandon. Amber grabbed Helen's head with both hands as she came. The sight of it sent me over the edge and I shot off, too. Together, Amber and I undid her mother's remaining shackles and we collapsed in a heap. Later, I made the girls perform a 69, and Amber took a turn wearing restraints and bent over the chair so Helen could fuck her with the black dildo. When my manly powers returned, I fucked Amber with Helen sitting on her face, kissing me. After two hours of erotic fun, the girls got dressed and left, promising to be back real soon. I dressed quietly, smiling to myself.
I climbed on stage and faced the skybox (where the techies run the lights during a show) and asked loudly, "Well, how was it, Charley?" The voice on the PA replied softly, "Not bad, doc. How about more spanking, next time?"
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