My first creampie was with my college professor [MF]

This story is from a few years ago when I was a sophomore in college. I was not one to really have casual sex – really only went that far with girlfriends I had been dating for a period of time. And I had always used condoms – as much my preference as the girls I had dated to minimize the risks. That changed during the Spring semester of my sophomore year and wanted to share the story of how it happened.

At the time of this story, I had just turned 20 years old and stood 6 feet tall with dark hair, blue eyes, and a pretty athletic frame from playing club sports in college. I hadn’t been dating anyone for several months at that point and wasn’t one for the casual sex scene. That semester, to fulfill a math/science requirement, I had enrolled in an Intro to Chemistry for non-majors course. Known to be a relatively easy way to get this requirement, the course itself was really not one I had to put much time and effort into. However, there was a mandatory lab component. While the lab portion was pretty straightforward, it was a 3-hour session each week. My first day of lab, I met my lab professor, a fairly attractive 26 year-old woman who was about 5’7″ with curly blond hair, green eyes, and pale skin. She had just finished her PhD program in chemistry and with the lab course being relatively informal, insisted we call her by her first name, Lauren.

The first few lab sessions were pretty unremarkable. I showed up, did the work, turned in the assignments, etc., intermittently asking Lauren for help when I needed it. My interactions with Lauren were always friendly – she was certainly the youngest professor I had had and she had a great way of explaining things I had questions about. Several sessions in, I did notice my conversations with her seemed to get a little more social, almost even flirtatious. That said, I was a 20-year-old college student and assumed this was all in my head – the old “Hot for Teacher” fantasy. Still, I couldn’t help but notice certain things – how she seemed to spend more time around my lab station than others, how she smiled and laughed around me, etc. 

About halfway through the semester, a group of my friends were heading to a party off campus. It was a pretty fun party – good music, good booze, fun drinking games. I was a few drinks in when I looked over and saw Laurent talking with a few people on the other side of the room. I wandered over to say hello and was met with a huge smile. We talked a bit – apparently it was her friend’s brother’s party and she came with her friend to make an appearance. She mentioned she was actually going to head back to her apartment soon, even though her friend wanted to stay a bit longer to support her brother. With some liquid courage in me, I offered to walk her home and she quickly said “Sure!”

The walk to her apartment was uneventful – we made some small talk, some light flirtatious banter. When we got to her building, she asked me if I would mind walking her upstairs to her door. My heart raced – was she really “inviting me in?” We got on the elevator and we both were silent, the tension almost palpable. We walked down the hallway to her door. She got her keys out and opened her door, thanking me for walking her home. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. We both lingered there a few seconds longer than a normal hug would last. As she pulled back, I saw her bite her lip. She leaned closer to me and our lips met, making out in the doorway of her apartment. She suddenly pulled back. I looked down at her and just smiled, but she had a look of concern on her face. I asked her if everything was okay, if something was wrong. She replied, “I’m okay. We just….can’t.” She turned to go into her apartment as I turned around to start my disappointing walk home.

A few days later, I went to my weekly lab course. I couldn’t tell if I was looking forward to or dreading seeing Lauren again. Throughout the class, she kept her distance. She remained friendly, gave help when I asked for it, but there was certainly no flirtatious banter like in other weeks. I was walking back to my dorm after class when I heard Lauren call after me to wait up. She started walking with me, smiling, asking me how my weekend was, if I enjoyed the party, etc. She mentioned she had a really great time and really enjoyed spending some time with me outside class. When we got to my dorm, she joked that I should show her my dorm room since I got to see her apartment. I laughed and immediately invited her in to see it.

As we walked to my room, my heart jumped as I realized my roommate would be at track practice for a few more hours. I opened the door to my room and showed Lauren my half of the 400 square feet room. I felt Lauren grab my hand and I turned to look at her. She had a huge smile on her face as she leaned into me and kissed me. I started to stop her. “But I thought you said…” She just smiled again and said, “Shhh,” pushing her lips onto mine once more.

We made our way to my bed and I quickly found myself lying on top of her has we made out, my hands running through her hair and across her cheek. Our breathing got heavier as I felt her hands around my shoulders and back, pulling me into her, our legs sliding against each other. I let me hands start to explore her body over her clothes, feeling the sides of her thighs and sliding up over her tits. Her breath became heavier, giving me the approval I was looking for to keep going. I slid my hand under her shirt, caressing the lacy bra she had underneath. As I leaned back, she quickly slid her shirt over her head. I did the same and laid back down with her, my lips finding hers again. We rolled to the side and I unsnapped her bra from behind as we kissed. She rolled on top of me and straddled me, sitting up as she removed her bra, revealing her perky 34B tits with small but firm pink nipples. She pulled my hands onto her tits as she grinned herself over into me. 

She laid on top of me, her tits rubbing against my hairy chest. Her mouth started to work its way down as she unbuckled my belt. At this point, I was as hard as could be, the anticipation getting me as horny as I could be. As she pulled my jeans and boxers down, my stiff cock sprang out. She looked down and smiled, wrapping her hand around my hard cock. Her touch felt amazing. I gasped as she started to gently stroke me. She lowered her head down, her lips meeting the tip of my cock. I felt her part her lips slowly, her hand moving down to my balls. She moved her lips down to the base of my cock, taking all of me in her mouth as I gasped. She moved her lips up and down my cock, stroking the base of it while she sucked me. She pulled my balls as she sucked me, her head bobbing up and down on my cock. I could feel the cum building in my cock. She was about to get me off, but I knew I wanted and needed to have some of her first.

I pulled her up and rolled her onto her back. She slid her pants down, revealing a black lace thong that matched the bra currently on the floor. I made out with her once more, my hard cock between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her thong. I slid my hands down her body. Her skin was so smooth, so soft – I wanted to feel all of it. I let me hands explore her as we kissed, her moans encouraging me to continue. My hand drifted towards her pussy. I slid my hand inside her thong, somewhat surprised with the smoothness of her skin all the way down to her pussy. My hand rubbed over her wetness and she gasped. I rubbed the outside of her pussy, my hand rubbing her clit under her thong. Her breaths got heavier, her moans louder. I slid a finger inside her wet pussy and then another, finger fucking her under her thong. She pulled my head down, locking her lips with mine as I fingered her. I started kissing her neck, nibbling her neck and ear as I slid my fingers deeper inside her. Her lips went to my ear and she whispered, “Please tell me you have a condom.”

My heart sort of sank – I didn’t. I looked at her and started to apologize. I hadn’t planned on having sex and even as we were playing I didn’t think we would end up going that far. She just smiled and told me it was okay, pulling me back in to kiss her. My hand again went back to her pussy, rubbing her clit as we made out. Once again, she moved her lips to my ear, this time whispering, “Well we don’t really need a condom if you want.” At this point, my cock was 100% doing the thinking. Here I was with my professor lying mostly naked in my bed, getting permission to fuck a pussy bare for the first time in my life.

I immediately sat up and looked down at her. She had this huge smile on her face as I slid her thong off. I looked down at her glistening wet pussy as she lay naked in my bed, spreading her legs for me. I kneeled in between her legs, my hard cock finding its way to her pussy opening. The feeling of her wetness made my cock twitch. I leaned in closer to her. I slowly slid my cock into her pussy, feeling her wetness squeeze around my cock. It was a sensation unlike any other I had felt. I pushed my cock deeper into her until my whole cock was buried inside her. Lauren moaned, telling me how good I felt. I slowly slid my cock out before sliding it back in. Her pussy felt so tight around me, but as my bare cock slid in and out of her, I felt it get wetter, looser, almost begging my cock to go deeper and harder. I started to fuck her faster, my cock sliding deeper with each thrust. Lauren’s moans started getting louder, her breaths faster, heavier. I felt her body start to tighten up around me. I watched her face as her body tensed up, her head rising off the bed as she came. I felt her pussy tighten around me as she screamed out, orgasming on my cock. 

She laid back down on the bed, catching her breath. I pulled my cock out of her, seeing her creamy pussy juices all over my cock. After she recovered, I pulled her up onto her hands and knees, her sexy ass in the air. I got behind her and she buried her face in my pillow as I teased her pussy with my cock. I grabbed her ass with my hands, pulling her ass apart so I could see both of her holes. I felt my cock stiffen even more. I thrusted it inside her pussy, this time without the slow, gentleness of before. I heard her muffled moan as she pushed her head down into my pillow. I started to fuck her- hard, fast, going deeper with each thrust. I grabbed her ass as I fucked her, and I looked down to watch my cock sliding in and out her, her pussy juices dripping down my balls. I felt the cum building in my cock. I grabbed her ass harder, my thrusts almost uncontrollable now, pushing my cock into her. Lauren’s moans became louder. “Oh, fuck, Tom, I’m going to cum again.” As I heard those words, my cock could not hold off any longer. I pushed my cock deep insider her as I felt my cum shoot out of my cock. Her body tensed up as I continued to cum, feeling her pussy clamp down on my cock as it came deep inside her. 

I collapsed onto her back, both of us sweating, trying to catch our breaths. I sat up and pulled my cock out of her, watching my cum dripping out of her wet pussy. I laid down on the bed on my back. She cuddled up next to me, her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around me. She placed her leg over me as we kissed again, sharing the post-orgasm moment. We laughed, joked about how fun chemistry lab would be from now on. As we lay there I felt her wetness on my leg as she straddled her legs around it, my mind again thinking about my load inside her pussy. The thought was too much for me. My cock stiffened once again. She looked down at my cock and smiled. We were both ready to go again.

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