[MF] The Professor

How good of a college slut could I claim to be if there wasn’t a story involving a professor? This story still holds as the largest age gap I’ve experienced sexually.

I am a passionate student of history. My first semester freshman year I enrolled in American History 101. Basic. Easy. Or so I thought. Until I met Dr. John. He was early 30’s, average looking, shorter than most men I had spent time with, stocky, and reminded me of a cuddly teddy bear lol. Not exactly the hot hunky college professor or the older, refined, silver fox most 18 year old coeds fantasize about.

However, Dr. John was one of the most passionate, enthusiastic professors I have ever had. His classes weren’t huge so he was able to form close bonds with his students. The first semester flew by in his class, his love of history made each class so enjoyable and left you waiting for the next one.

After winter break, classes resumed and I anxiously awaited my first class with Dr. John during which he announced that he wanted to start weekly dinners at his house for any students who wanted to come discuss history, current events etc. I attended the first dinner with several friends and everyone had a great evening. Several weeks went by and I began to notice that Dr. John would stare at me at different points in the evening. He also began to tease me a bit more than others so I started to flirt with him. As the semester progressed, we both began to find ways to touch each other. A tap on the shoulder, an elbow gently in the side to make a point. I began to feel more for him than just a charismatic teacher. It was a desire to see him, spend time with him and deep down, I really wanted him to touch me but I didn’t want problems for him being faculty.

That all changed one evening about 6 weeks into term. That night I hung behind to help cleanup after dinner. While carrying things to the kitchen, he moved to one side and put his hand on my lower back to let me pass. After I set down my dishes, turning to go grab the remainder, his hand gently gripped my wrist, keeping me in place. We had been flirting a lot that evening with me hoping he would make his move. As I turned to face him, he brushed hair off of my face and slid his hand behind my neck, pulling me close to him. His lips touched mine softly at first but then became more demanding. His tongue seducing my lips open, while holding me in place. His mouth moved down my chin, neck, throat, ears. I was putty in his hands, praying he wasn’t going to stop.

Slowly, my hands migrated from his shoulders down his chest to his cock straining through his chinos. Fucking hell his dick was so hard. He reached his hand down and pulled mine away saying, “not yet”. So I reached behind me, putting my hands on the island to lift myself up onto it. Thinking I would wrap my legs around his waist while we made out. Except the wheels of the island shifted and I went stumbling backward with him scrambling to catch me. Not my smoothest move by any means but we both laughed pretty hard as he pulled me to the living room turning the lights off as we went.

I was so turned on at this point. He was so assertive yet gentle, it was intoxicating. We continued to kiss on the couch, where his hands slowly began to caress my tits through my top. He eventually pulled it off of my while I unfastened my bra, springing my tits free. His response was “holy hell” as his mouth latched onto one pink nipple while his other hand began to massage the other. My head dropped back as he suckled on me, alternating between them. My fingers wound through his dark curls on his head holding him close and I could feel my pussy juices saturating my panties.

Slowly, I pulled away to stand up, unbuttoning my jeans pulling them down to reveal little silk bikini panties, the sexiest thing I owned then. I shimmied out of them, standing there while he just stared at me, his hard on showing. I went to straddle him, but he pulled my hand down, laying me on the couch, while he shifted to the floor. With the experience of a master, he began to tease me. Rubbing, kissing my thighs, higher and higher until he met my smooth pussy lips. His tongue started low and in one motion, he ran it up my slit separating my lips. Fucking hell I was on fire as he plunged into me, alternating his tactics. He truly knew what he was doing, not allowing me to cum, edging me close and then backing off. I was nearly crying from exhaustion and needing release when he took my clit in his lips and began to swirl around it with his tongue. He started to use his middle finger in my hot hole, fucking me slowly so I could feel every inch of it moving in me. I came on his mouth hard. So hard my body thrashing on the couch. But instead of letting go, he kept up. Not releasing me, forcing me right into another orgasm. When he pulled away, his face and hand were drenched in my juices. His pants dark with his own precum.

He sat back, pulling me up into his lap, straddling him. My drenched pussy just fabric away from engulfing his cock. We kissed and touched before I slid onto the floor before him. He had kicked off his shoes while eating me so I just undid his belt and pants before he lifted to slide everything off in one move. His cock popped out and I could finally see what I had been grinding on.

It was average length, hard but it was the fattest cock I had ever seen. A little panic set in because I wasn’t sure I would be able to get my mouth on him let alone into my pussy. But, as my husband can attest, I am a stubborn determined little thing and I don’t quit. I wrapped my fingers onto his cock, not able to get fully around him, and I began to lick the head. Getting him very wet, I was able to stretch my mouth over him and started to suck while using my hand to jack his shaft. He was moaning loudly, his hands on my head and in my hair. I pulled off, licking my way down his cock to his balls. Sucking then into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. Slowly, I worked my way back up, taking his fat cock into my mouth as much as I could. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking and swirling my tongue around him. I could feel his body getting tense. I had one hand up his shirt on his hairy chest and his hands were holding my hair tighter as he held on. I continued my ministrations on his dick, sucking and swirling and stroking him, slowly and quickly. Then I felt his body seize under me, his hand holding my head still as he blew his load into my mouth. It was so much cum. I swallowed and swallowed but some still spilled out around him and onto my chin.

As I slowly pulled off of him, he led me back into his lap. I straddled him. My pussy lips open, rubbing against his belly and along his cock. We kissed slowly, intimately. I had never been deeply kissed after swallowing cum before. But it clearly didn’t bother him as his tongue swirled in my mouth. I snuggled onto his chest, his cock still hard and so close to my wet hole. He stroked me for a long while after, we chatted softly. It was something I had never really experienced post sex before with a man, that level of intimacy.

So, what happened after this night you may be wondering? Well, our weekly dinner parties continued and I stayed after as much as I could for repeats of that night. He never made the move to fuck me. Not a single time. And I didn’t push for it because I didn’t want trouble for him with school. But if he had pushed to fuck me, I would have let him with no questions. He was a fantastic lover and I’m sure would’ve been an amazing fuck.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xbmdzv/mf_the_professor