Carnal Lessons

[BLACK BART]

~closed, for caela, Mayu & I~​

Carl Marlin walked through the campus grounds an embarrassed and confused man. His blue eyes were filled with pain as he stared at the neatly trimmed grass and made his way towards the Library and perhaps...the only friend he had left.

It hadn't always been that way. A few months ago he walked the campus with a stride that told everyone he was glad to be alive, and carried a smile of his tanned face easily, along with an easy baritone laugh...

At six foot he wasn't the tallest of men, but with his wide shoulders and trim hips he often stood out, the ladies taking a good long look as he passed, and then a second...

Everyone knew he was single. That he was about to attain tenure with the University for his past years of hard work. And that he loved his work with the students, as well as loved a few of those students...

They were all adults, after all. Though the board frowned on the occasional indiscretion they turned their head for the most part, telling themselves the students were young adults and able to lead their own, private lives...weren't they?

And that was where the problem was. The faculty assumed if a student was in trouble the board would come to their rescue, and they did...But there was no rescue for the faculty if they were in trouble...to save them from the students...or student.

Carl was to learn that lesson the hard way, and on a lazy afternoon session he met her for the first time, returning from a staff meeting on his way to his tiny office...

It was a meeting he'd never forget, and later. Often regret...

 

[caela]

Laurell O'Hara was a beautiful young woman. Tall for a woman she stood an easy 5'10 in her bare feet and had the lithe, willowy grace of a ballerina when she moved. A golden mane of spiraling curls swept down her back almost to her waist and her jade green eyes were almost always sparkling with some inner amusement above a straight, aquiline nose and full coral lips just made for kissing. A sstubborn chin kept her face from being too soft and gave her expression character and strength.

Along with being beautiful she was also unconciously selfish and terribly spoiled. She wasn't mean-spirited but she'd breezed through life with a wink and smile and and a gentle laugh and people simply seemed to give her what she wanted. When she didn't want it anymore she discarded it and moved on, usually leaving a trail of broken hearts in her wake.

A few months ago there had been something she needed from Professor Carlin and so she'd waited for him outside his office. He'd found her leaning against the doorway, a worn pair of jeans clinging to her long legs and the curve of her ass while a royal blue halter top covered the front of her torso but left most of her back bare. With her hair pulled up in a ponytail he could see the dragon tattoo that twined up her spine from the small of her back to the base of her neck.

Seeing him she'd smiled brightly and held out her hand, "Hello Professor Carlin! My name's Laurell O'Hara and I need to talk to you about my grade in your class if you have a few moments."

 

[BLACK BART]

Ohh YES

Laurell had set him up perfectly.

Carl was used to good looking students approaching him, had dealt with it every day, and had...on occasion, taken his pick of just WHO he allowed to have a private "discussion" with...about thier grades.

Invariably it ended up with a good hard fucking, and the student getting an improved grade...

Each lady he "helped" was a beauty, and gave as good as she got...leaving them both happy...and satisfied...and that was..that.

But Laurell...She was more than just a "natural" beauty...

Everything she did reeked of erotic sexiness...her clothes and how they clung so seductively to her...her perfume and how it made you want to come closer to her and find where she had dabbed it...the way her air shined and made you want to run your hands through it...even her skin, the perfect smoothness of it, and how she revealed just enough of it to make you drooling to see MORE...

Carl wasn't ready for Laurell, and as she coyly made her suggestion he lost his normal cool...

"I...I'm done....for the day I mean...and we could...do it right now? I mean we could have that discussion? Ummm, In my office, if you care to? Talk, that is?"

It was all he could do...to open the door, and admire her shapely ass as it swayed under he tight jeans...along with the bare expanse of tanned skin...and the tatoo it bore...

"That's an unusual tattoo for a woman so young and pretty as you Laurell, was it painful when you got it?"

 

[caela]

"I...I'm done....for the day I mean...and we could...do it right now? I mean we could have that discussion? Ummm, In my office, if you care to? Talk, that is?"

Laurell smiled warmly as he tripped over his words and could already feel her improved grade in hand. That he himself was rather handsome only pleased her all the more. It would be pleasant to get him to improve her grade for her. Like most of the female student she'd heard he was willing to change a grade or two...for a price and she considered him handsome enough to pay that price.

Not that she would try to get him to change it for her without his normal "fee".

Watching him fumble with the door she chuckled softly and entered his office, her ass swaying gently with each step as if beckoning him to follow her in. She knew her beauty and knew how to use it well. Her mother had told her often enough to make use of it while she was young for beauty fades and so she enjoyed her beauty and her youth and the things it brought her.

"That's an unusual tattoo for a woman so young and pretty as you Laurell, was it painful when you got it?"

A small, almost secretive smile, touched her lips as she reached back slightly and stroked the small of her back where the dragon's tail rested, her fingers lightly stroking across her soft skin and her eyes flashing merily when she heard him gasp slightly before she took a chair hiding the expanse of her back from view.

"That depends on your definition of pain Professor Marlin," she all but cooed her eyes glowing as if in remembered pleasure. "I found it sharp but sweet and well worth the time and effort of having it done."

 

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"I found it sharp but sweet and well worth the time and effort of having it done."

"Having it DONE?"

Carls mind staggered under the loss of watching Laurell's sweet backside, and he stammered as he moved to his side of the desk and sat down.

"To me...the tattoo?"

God she had the most full, beautiful lips...Carl found another part of her body to focus on, and then laughed as he realized he had taken the earlier statement wrong...and that she knew it.

"Of course, sorry it's been a long day..."

With an effort he drew her name up on the laptop, then looked over the screen in puzzlement...

"It says here...You have NO grade? That you signed up for the class...and attended it only once? By all accounts you've failed the course...as of tomorrow?"

Oh, she had him allright... And she knew it, as she leaned forward to deliberately give him a good LONG look at her front side...

Suddenly Carl shivered, feeling cold fingers of danger trickle down his spine....

Knowing he was going to ignore them, and damning himself even as he spoke.

"I can't see any way possible that you can pass...you haven't taken a single test...or made the minimum attendance in my class...What did you hope to accomplish?"

 

[caela]

"I can't see any way possible that you can pass...you haven't taken a single test...or made the minimum attendance in my class...What did you hope to accomplish?"

Laurell pouted softly at his words, a pleading look filling her eyes as she stood up from her chair and moved around his desk. Standing behind him she pressed close as if to simply peer over his shoulder at the screen in front of him. When she spoke her breath was warm and moist against his neck and she knew he could feel the breasts pressing firm and soft against his back.

"No way possible Professor Marlin? Isn't there anything we can arrange? Perhaps some private tutoring?"

Her voice was low and husky and she could feel the slight tremble that ran through his body as she spoke in his ear. She knew she had him. Of course he'd likely demand that she at least make an effor to show up to the remainder of the classes but that wouldn't be so bad really. She'd meant to drop the class and it had just slipped her mind and now that the drop/add period was over she was too far behind to catch up and she couldn't drop it. A failing or incomplete grade would ruin her transcripts and that was unacceptable.

"Surely there's something we can arrange between us Professor," she all but purred into his ear before boldly nipping his earlobe between her teeth annd giving it a gentle tug.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Surely there's something we can arrange between us Professor,"

Carl figured at that point he had it all under control.

Laurell was going to be just another piece of sweet meat and after she got what she wanted she'd forget him, and the affair.

And so would he.

It was going to be an extreme pleasure, taking care of this stucent body...

"You have three weeks left. Without this class you won't be able to graduate with honors, and without those honors...no moving on to better things."

He spoke steadily, regaining some assurance that he was in control, even as his cock twitched from her lips and teeth at his ear.

"You'll show up every day, on time in my class...You'll be in my office every day after classes...and I want to see you on the weekends. It's going to be the only way I can prove to the Dean that I "saved" your grades...by tutoring you..personally, understood?"

Oh, He had it ALL figured out, allright. It was going to be a risk. He'd have to fudge ALL her grades AND attendance...Then show her not only passing the class, but doing it with solid A's....

"Tonight. My place. I want short black skirt and white blouse, high heels...and NOTHING else...Understood?"

He stood and turned to the minx that was teasing him, cupping her ass and pulling her to him to kiss her long...and hard.

"Do we understand each other?"

Carl Morgan was once again in the drivers seat...or was it saddle? And as his newest "special project" answered with the sweetest of smiles, he grinned and opened the door, slapping her ass as she swayed by.

"Perfectly, MISTER Morgan, and thank you!"

 

[caela]

"Tonight. My place. I want short black skirt and white blouse, high heels...and NOTHING else...Understood?"

O.k. so she wasn't quite going to get what she wanted without having to pay the piper but he was a handsome piper and she figured she could dance to his tune for a bit. He'd done the same for other students and she figured it was a fair enough trade. And like him she figured they'd both simply move on and forget about it afterward.

No harm, no foul.

She didn't get a chance to answer before he pulled her close against him, his fingers gripping her ass firmly while his lips laid claim to hers in a demanding kiss that she responded too eagerly. Good lord but the man could kiss! If he did everything else as well as he kissed she was going to thoroughly enjoy this bargain.

"Do we understand each other?"

"Perfectly, MISTER Marlin, and thank you!"

With that she flashed him a pearly white grin and left his office content in the knowledge that she had everything well in hand.

* * *

Finding his place later that evening had been simple enough. She'd simply looked it up in the teachers directory and then mapquested the directions. Showing up at 7pm sharp and dressed just as he'd requested she knocked lightly on his door and waited for him to answer.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Prompt, smart and SEXY"

Carl complimented the scantily dressed woman at the door and let her in.

"I like that in my women"

"Don't you mean...students, Proffesor?"

Laurell batted her eyes and Carls cock twitched.

"All my women ARE my students, but tonight you can call me Carl"

Leading her to a door at the far end of the hall he opened it and ushered her into a bedroom filled by one piece of furniture, a massive four post bed...

"You don't waste time, do you Pro....err Carl."

Pulling her into his arms Carl kissed her, his hands discovering she had indeed, dressed exactly as he asked.

"Not when they're filled out like you baby, now get your clothes OFF and leave the high heels ON"

 

[caela]

"Not when they're filled out like you baby, now get your clothes OFF and leave the high heels ON"

Laurell chuckled softly at his order as she stepped back from his arms. He sounded eager as a schoolboy but there was an air of expectation and command in his tone that no schoolboy would have been able to match. This was a man as used to getting what he wanted in his own way, as she was. Still she could feel the desire pouring off him and chose to tease a bit, to see how far she could push.

She discarded the clothing but she did it in now hurry. Each button of her blouse parted slowly, gently bareing her flesh. Her touch was gentle however and she didn't just discard the blouse but let it hand open for a moment, the parted edges hanging straight down and just covering the swell of her breasts while hinting at what lay underneath.

Leaving the blouse hanging thus she reached down and slid the zipper of her skirt slowly down, the black material hanging lower on her hips but not falling immediately either. She watched the lust building in his eyes and laughed when she at last shrugged her shoulders and rocked her hips sending her clothing cascading to the floor and stepping out of the circle of material at her feet.

"Is that what you wanted Carl?" she asked standing bared before him with only her heels accentuating the long line of her legs.

 

[BLACK BART]

Carl stared hungry eyed and watched the slow, teasing strip tease.

If anything she looked BETTER with her clothes off, then on, he decided.

And she knew it. He could see it in her eyes, and the way she posed...

"No, this IS"

He growled and pulled her to him, capturing her lips as he pushed back to the beds edge, and on to it.

Seconds later he was undressed, and not cating what the heels did the the expensive sheets...buried his cock in Laurell.

"Now lets see if you know what to do with a man, baby"

 

[caela]

Laurell let out a squeal of surprise as he suddenly grabbed her and was pushing her back against the bed. The sound however was muffled against lips that feasted hungrily on her own.

And then he was gone.

Staring at him she was amazed at the swiftness with which he undressed and before she had time to think or react he had pushed between her legs and buried himself to the hilt within her. She wasn't quite prepared for him and the savage thrust hurt but it was a sweet pain and she savored it with a roll of her hips that allowed him to slide just a little deeper into her aching body.

"Now lets see if you know what to do with a man, baby"

That made Laurell laugh and her hips rocked under him while her long legs wrapped tight around his waist, the spiked heels of her shoes tauntingly pressing against his back as she ground up under him and clenched her heated inner walls around his length.

"You'll have to decide that yourself Carl," she whispered into his ear before her teeth closed down on the tender lobe.

 

[BLACK BART]

Somewhere between missionary and doggy style Carl did decide, by the time she straddled and rode him there was no doubt....and as he quickly came and she licked the last of his cum, then sucked him hard again he was ready to yell it out to the world.

"What next baby, want to tie me up and spank me?"

The words surprised Carl, but everyting about Laurell surprised him, she had more experience than women twice her age, and wasn't shy about it.

Still the idea of her and those heels...bent over?

He had to use the cord off his drapes, and she showed him just "how" to tie her wrists without cutting them, then leaned forward and invited him "In"

"But not my ass, I hate ass play, ok?"

Carl didn't care. In that moment he wished he owned a digital camera, and vowed to buy one before the week was up.

For the moment he was only to happy to oblige, and stepped forward with a grin on his face..and cock in hand.

 

[caela]

Laurell laughed to herself as she let him tie her wrists. She had to explain the how's of it to him so that he didn't cut off her bloodflow but other than that he made a rather good job of it. Bound to his bed she could feel him moving up behind her and could feel the need raging through him.

He really had a lot more stamina than she'd expected. She thought he'd cum quickly (most men did in her experience) and send her home. Instead she'd found herself put expertly through her paces.

As he drove into her from behind she cried out in pleasure and all her thoughts scattered. She rocked against him eagerly and waited to see if he'd actually bring his hand down on her ass as she'd offered to let him.

 

[BLACK BART]

Carl found himself excited in ways he hadn't felt since the first time he had sex with an older, more experienced woman...

Not that Laurell resembled her at all...for her body was in full bloom...firm and resiliant, her breasts perfect orbs to carress and fill his hands with warm, firm woman flesh...

Rather it was in the way she encouraged him, bringing out the beast in him by offering to be bound and spanked, then meeting his thrusts with her own body and crying out in a wild keening voice...

It was a pleasant and quite different experience to fuck a woman so experienced...and so young, the combination making Carl eager to try new and different things....

Smack SmackSmack Smack

Grabbing her waist with one hand Carl used the other on Laurell's firm buttock, driving his cock in and out fiercly and accentuating each thrust with the flat of his hand, and once again was surprised by his partners reaction...

 

[caela]

Smack SmackSmack Smack

With each blow that landed on her firm ass Laurell gasped and shuddered under him. Her hips rocked harder as she buried her head in the sheets under her, her hair hiding the small smile that curved her lips.

With each blow she knew he was hers.

She whimpered and cried out as pleasure swept her, her back arching and her inner passage pulsing with that pleasure. The man truley was as good at everything else as he was at kissing and she was going to enjoy her half of their bargain thoroughly!

When at last they were both finished and he collapsed on top of her she purred softly with satisfaction and grinned like a cat who'd been given her cream.

"You do that quite well Carl. I'm going to enjoy our bargain."

 

[BLACK BART]

"You do that quite well Carl. I'm going to enjoy our bargain."

And so they both did, over and over again...night after night...after night.

Each time the sex was wild.

Different.

Leaving them both clinging to each other, breathless and satisfied..for the moment, at least.

Carl stuck to his part of the bargain, raising Laurell's grades slowly, at a believable rate that would fool anyone...at least on paper.

The problem wasn't the sex, or the grade fudging...it was Laurell simply wanting to NOT show up as she agreed.

"What's the point? I get bored, knowing it doesn't make a difference how I do the tests...or in class, it just doesn't matter, now does it?"

But it did matter...at least in Carl's mind, if Laurell didn't show up...and still achieved a perfect 4.0...people would resent her special treatment, and begin to talk.

Talk that would gradually spread upwards...and cost someone thier career...

Carl stuck to his guns, making Laurell come to class each afternoon, telling her he didn't care what she did while there...to just be there

And be there she did the first day afer he put his foot down...sitting in the front row, with the shortest of skirts on and nothing under it...uncrossing her legs each and everytime he glanced down at his notes..until he stammered through the hour and staggered painfully away from the podium.

The sex that night was better than ever, lasting late into the night and leaving his bed soaked and destroyed..the only thing that ruined it was Laurell asking if she had to be in class "again" and her face when he informed her..she did...

It was a restless night for Carl after she left...his worries coming true the next day as Laurell walked into class...and sat down with an evil grin...

 

[caela]

The only think Laurell didn't like about their bargain was that he was forcing her to come to class. She didn't see the point. It wasn't like it mattered if she showed up. Her grade was gauranteed! Still initially she showed up like she was supposed to but then she started to slack off which seemed to make Carl upset. She was surprised when he put his foot down and nothing she could say or do would change his mind.

The next day she'd taunted him throughout class until he'd ended it early and left the podium with a raging hardon. God the sex that night had been wonderful! He'd been rough and annoyed and taken in out on her flesh in the most delicious ways! She'd thought for certain after that little show that he'd let her off the hook but he still put his foor down demanding she show up in class!

As she'd gone home that night she decided to up the ante a bit.

Half the class looking at her in shock when she showed up to class the next day. She was wearing a tiny skirt and top that looked more like a black scarf tossed around her neck than a shirt. It had a single silver chain in the back to hold it in place and one fastening in the front to close the scarf over her breasts (barely) but otherwise it left her skin bared. One her feet were a pair of heeled sandles with straps that twined up her legs like ballerina slippers accentuating theit tanned perfection.

She could almost see Carl gulp as she sat down in the front row and slowly crossed and re-crossed her legs for him making it clear that there was nothing under the skirt once more but that she'd also made a trip to the salon that morning and been waxed bare as the day she was born.

Watching him try to teach she simply grinned wickedly and pretended to take notes.

 

[BLACK BART]

For a second time Carl staggered off the raised platform with a raging hard on.

And this time it was obvious not just to Laurell and himself, but to ALL the class as they laughed quietly as he left ahead of them.

It was getting out of hand.

Laurell had outwitted easily and made him not only look foolish, but the joke of the campus.

He needed help...and yet there were few to who he could actually confide in about his predicament, in fact there was only...one.

With a quick call he broke his "date" with Laurell, and then made a longer, and very subdued, second one...

"You were right...I've gotten myself in trouble...I just need someone..to talk to?"

 

[Mayu]

Melody had nothing she was doing except reading a book, which was

something she liked to do every now and then, but it was about ten at night

and she heard her phone go off, she grabbed it and sat down on the couch,

she noticed who it was and just smile.

"Carl...." She thought to herself and cleared her throat and answered the

phone, she heard what he said.

"Carl you can come over if you like.."

 

[BLACK BART]

Carl did just that.

He didn't have to ask for directions.

Not so long ago they had been good friends, and she had invited him over...quite often.

They had spent many nights together. Talking...Listening to music...sharing dinner and thier experiences about campus life...

Carl had kissed her once. It was a pleasant and exciting thing, but Melody had stopped it with a sad smile on her face, and a gentle plea...to not make her just one of his conquests...

The words had hit him hard, and the times spent at Melody's place had become less frequent, then stopped all together...

And now he stood outside her door, knowing he didn't deserve a second chance, and grateful for Melody giving it to him...regardless...

The door opened and her smiling face appeared, then the rest of her as she opened the door and invited him in...to seat him at the same couch they had spent so many hours on before...

"What's wrong Carl?"

She didn't judge him...or tell him she had told him so...Melody simply sat quietly and listened to his story as he poured it out...and he did, not skimping on the details or trying to diminish his own part in the affair...concluding his situation with one final statement...


"I've made an Ass out of myself,in just three weeks ruined the work of ten years...falsified her grades AND took her into my bed...and when I insisted on her at least showing up for class she turned the tables on me...Now no matter what I do...my career is over."

 

[Mayu]

Melody listened to everything he had said, she knew he was upset since he

didn't stop. She loved Carl madly so but refused to be with him because she

would be nothing but a piece of ass for him to screw. But if he ever would

change then she would date him. As she heard everything pour out of him

she placed her hand on the side of his face.

"Carl Deep Breaths" She said softly placing her hands on his looking into his

eyes a very deep smile as she titled her head to the side thinking for a moment.

"I will be your alibi that you were with me on the night you slept with her,

That way no one gets in trouble except her for the lie, well the supposed lie.."

Melody looked at him softly.

"It will be ok"

 

[BLACK BART]

"It will be ok"

Melody's words gave him hope.

Laurell's behavior in the classroom COULD be explained as just a woman behaving improperly...

And her grades could be changed back...

"I don't want you lying for me though Melody"

He told her softly, knowing just how much the offer had cost her...

"I've got to start using my head, and not my dick, to do my thinking..."

The thought was sobering. How many years had he let his hormones make his decisions for him and ignored the consequences by simply moving away from them?

"You're a good friend Melody, lend me the use of your computer and I'll start making things right..."

The small room Melody kept as an office also housed her home computer, and it became obvious to both of them in the cramped quarters that a physical attraction still existed as they sat side by side on the tiny bed...

In minutes Laurell's grades were changed...Not to the failing level, but to a marginal passing grade, and Carl sealed the records and sent them to the Dean's office...

"If she tries, she'll pass...But even I can't change her past records now, and she'll have to work for her grades...with you as her new instructor."

The idea had come to him as he had signed off from the Dean's website, Melody was just as qualified to teach his classes..even more so, and if Laurell walked into tomorrows class dressed as she had in the past?

"Thank you Melody"

They were standing in Melody's living-room again, facing each other as he pulled his jacket on and made ready to leave...

"For?"

Her innocent face and clear eyes made his chest hurt, knowing he almost lost something...beyond definition...beyond description...beyond value.

"For being...my friend."

 

[Mayu]

She smiled looking at him, she placed her hand on the side of his face, and
sighed. "Carl im going to lie for you so don't even make me fight over it" She
gave a very kind smile, she was the kind of woman that got what she wanted
"No matter what you do, no matter how stupid, I will always be here because...." She sat down back on the couch.

"Because I love you...and always had thats why id be willing to do anything for you.."

 

[BLACK BART]

Because I love you

Carl heard the air rushing...no roaring was the better description, as Melody's words tore into his mind...burned through veins...and exploded inside his heart.

He had heard those very same words a hundred times before...pillow talk...murmurs of contentment after an amazing round of sex...

But this was different...Melody was different...and so were the words because of those differences...

"I'm done doing stupid things."

Carl spoke softly and reached a hand to caress Melody's jawbone and cheek.

"Done making foolish mistakes, and not thinking things through, or knowing who my real friends or lovers are..."

They had only kissed once. Never been intimate, at least not in the physical sense, and yet Melody was more his woman than any he had taken to his bed...

"When this is over...Melody...I'm going to kiss you again"