I matched with one of my former students on Tinder [MF]

After I broke up with my girlfriend I took a few weeks to process things and figure out what I really wanted. As always, I had no idea; I was just continually refining the list of things I didn’t want in a relationship. So, once I stopped pouting and got horny again I jumped back onto Tinder.

The first night I found myself watching some random show on Netflix and swiping, swiping, swiping, swiping. Then, suddenly, I saw a face that I recognized. No, not my ex — though I wouldn’t have been surprised to see her on there. It was one of my former martial arts students. Someone I had taught when she was a teenager — when she was probably 14 – 18 — before I left that school and moved across the country. Now she was 24 or 25 and looked really great, really grown up and grown into herself. There was one other thing though, which I was reminded of, she had gotten married to another one of my former students a few years ago. What was she doing on Tinder?

Looked at her profile and one important word stood out to me “polyamorous.” Gotcha. Well, I thought, I identify as poly as well, I never really thought about her this way, but… might be fun to see what happens if I swipe right. Swipe. Match. Hmmmm… interesting.

I reached out to say hello and she responded pretty quickly. We spent the rest of the night chatting back and forth, talking about polyamory, life, how one another’s family was doing and all the people we mutually knew back when I was her instructor. We quickly exchanged actual phone numbers and continued to talk for the next few days as she explained to me the way her poly relationship worked with her husband, as she sent me some nude photos, and as she told me how she had always had a crush on me when she was a teen. We decided to meet up at one point to hang out, see if there was any chemistry, and who knows what else.

She came over to my apartment one night and she looked incredible. Big brown eyes, full lips, pretty face, thick ass. We took the time to discuss the rules and boundaries that she and her primary / husband had and they were all very reasonable. STD tests mandatory for all new partners; check. Protection required, unless there was exclusivity in the poly relationship; check. No adding in new partners unless everyone was aware of the situation; check. That night we ended up making out on the couch and eventually in my bed until she started to get aggressively horny and realized she needed to pull back so that she didn’t cause the breaking of one of her own rules. I offered to go down on her — the idea of eating the pussy of a former student was turning me on way more than I thought it would — but she said we had to wait until the STD tests came back negative. ‘Okay,’ I thought, ‘that is a strict rule, but I get it.’

The next day I had a checkup scheduled at Planned Parenthood (if you don’t already, please make sure to donate to PP, they are the best and we need them around) got all the tests ever, then waited to get the results. Negative all around — thank god though… I was pretty sure my ex had been cheating on me and this was really good news to confirm. I let my former student, I’ll call her Betty, know and she asked me if she could come over that night. I agreed, and we had a date.

As soon as she walked into my apartment she was on me, lips kissing mine, body pressed tight against me. She was lusting for me and it felt great to be wanted. We quickly made our way to the bedroom and stripped. She gawked at the size and girth of my cock and admitted that she and many of the other students had talked about me and wondered how I would be to fuck. She said that they could occasionally see the outline of my bulge in my gi and often fantasized about it. She was glad to be proven right and to know that she was the only one of my students to ever get to see it.

Betty genuinely wanted to suck my dick and she did not hesitate to fulfill her own wish. She wrapped a hand around my shaft and then immediately went to deep throat me as best she could. I looked down at her as she gagged on me and then pulled back and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock over and over. She smiled up at me then rammed her head back down with that ever enticing ‘gluck, gluck, gluck’ sound. For as much fun as it is to get head, it isn’t going to make me cum so I stopped her when I was satisfied with how sexy it had been and had her lay on her back for me so I could get access to her pussy. I had a craving to taste her and I was going to have my way.

Betty admitted to me at one point before this night that she had been through some sexual trauma with a prior partner and had some trepidation about certain things. I was being careful to be respectful of that, but I also wanted her to experience me at my best so I patiently approached my actions in a way that built as much trust and connection as possible.

I very slowly walked through my old build up process. Kissing her thighs, running my hands over her body, regularly looking into her eyes and complementing her features. By the time I was ready to actually touch my tongue to her labia and clitoris she was dripping wet with excitement and breathing sexy little moans of encouragement for me to continue. Betty’s pussy was incredible and I think about it often. She was naturally a squirter and it took almost nothing to get her to gush. Her clit was small and adorned beautifully by a small hood which could easily be held open to grant me free access. Her lips were not quite hangers, but had a little more to them than most women which made it incredibly, wildly, over-the-top satisfying to lick them or pull them apart to give me access to her vagina.

After the ten minutes of teasing and prep work, I spent the next thirty or forty minutes licking, pleasing, and enjoying Betty’s sweet pussy. She came for me over, and over, and over. My beard, bed, blankets, bears, beets, and Battlestar Galactica were all soaking wet and I loved it. When I finally stopped and took a minute to clean up my face and rinse out my thick beard she just lay in the bed writhing and running her hands all over herself as she praised my talents.

“That was the best I have ever, ever, ever had.” She told me when I rejoined her. I smiled confidently and told her that I thought she would say that.

“I want you inside me.” She got very intense as she said it and I could tell she meant it. I nodded my head affirmatively and kissed her as a reply. She asked me where my condoms were, I grabbed a few and tossed them on the bed, then she expertly opened one and rolled it onto me. She moved me where she wanted me between her legs and quickly guided me inside her. She was still insanely wet and — without exaggeration — she came instantly as I finally entered her fully.

We had sex for a while and it was good. She was very vocal, very engaged, very interested in my pleasure. She wanted me to cum for her, but I let her know it would be a while with the condom on and that I could simply pull out and jerk off onto her tits or tummy whenever she was ready for me to stop and when I did finally yank that condom off I came everywhere for her.

We saw each other once a week or more for the next few months. Sometimes during the day she would call me and ask if she could come over during my lunch break. We would have date nights when her husband was out with someone else or just wanted a break. I hung out with her and her husband a few times — I offered to join them as a third a few times — but he was intimated by me since I had been his prior teacher, as well as more hung than him, and way better at eating his wife’s pussy than he was — things she had shared with him over the months.

One of my favorite memories with her was when we hit the point where I no longer needed to wear a condom with her when we had sex. I get much harder and enjoy things much more when I don’t have the barrier — obviously — but the best part was how much she noticed the difference. She could feel that I wanted her more, that I desired her more, that I could please her more and better that way.

Eventually, they met a couple they wanted to be with as a pair, and she met a guy that she fell for and things changed and we stopped seeing each other. We still talk now and again. Normally she’ll get turned on by a particular type of guy that reminds her of me and she’ll reach out to tell me how horny she is. Likewise, I’ll reach out to her once in a while when I am fantasizing about how amazing her juicy wet orgasms are and strike up a conversation. We often talk about bringing our respective partners together and having a fourway or something similar, but I doubt that will ever happen. It would be fun though…

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12 comments on “I matched with one of my former students on Tinder [MF]

  1. Love your story. I am just curious about something, how old are you now? Your age dynamic with her

  2. Heirarchical non-monogamy still squicks me out a bit, but everything else about this was hot af. But I’m a relationship anarchist so we weird and extreme anyhow.

  3. Wild! When I was in college I matched with this professor I had a HUGE crush on. Around the time we matched he was leaving his job to start writing full time, so it worked out perfectly!!

  4. Very hot, and I love the bit about you being careful to respect her past sexual trauma <3

  5. The Gluck sound really gets me the wrong way, honestly. I don’t find that sexy in the least, so it was funny to read that it turns you on. Otherwise great story, sir.

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