“Are we gonna have an easier time focusing now?” Dr W said, wiping the overflow of sauce from her lips. My toes finally starting to uncurl while I tried talking.
“Not likely, good thing we’re about to go on break then, huh?” I respond, still half dazed from having the life sucked out of me. “I definitely owe you a dinner for that”
“I wouldn’t say no to a nice burger. But that’ll have to wait till after break hon, we’ve had enough fun here tonight.” She explained, citing the danger of being seen together by any one of the countless administrators or students patrolling the halls right now.
“Fair enough, that was pretty risky, just about anyone could have walked in” I said finally catching my breath. She then stood up and leaned in close to my ear, resting her hand on my thigh and whispered:
“Where’s the fun in doing anything without a little risk?”
Her whisper sent chills down my spine, nothing else ever said to me has shaken me quite so much. I wanted to take her right then and there. But I accepted I was going to have to wait at least 3 weeks after my final on Monday to even see her again. I asked if there was any way we could keep in touch over break and she declined, telling me the anticipation would make things exponentially better for the both of us when we finally did meet up again. Plus, by then I wouldn’t technically be a student of hers anymore so the way we saw it, we would just be two consenting adults just trying to make eachother feel good. We might as well have met on Tinder.
After I left that classroom all I could think about was Dr. W. The second I got back to my apartment I opened Tinder to find someone else to distract me, but after so many swipes, I thought about what Dr W said about waiting.
I have never been very good at containing my sexual urges. During college I was probably jerking off almost every day if not every other day I didn’t have sex. My insatiable libido never letting up made it extremely difficult to edge for long periods of time. So I didn’t know if I had the strength to not at least jerk off. But I wanted to try for her.
The final on Monday was no problem. I may not have been in class as much as I should have been, but I retain information like computer. I just read the chapters that were gonna be on the tests and I was golden. The only real challenge during the final was taking my eyes off Dr. W. She was grading papers in front of the class while we finished our final. Every now and then we’d exchange glances and smile. Knowing that almost 3 days ago she rocked my whole world right there in front of all these desks. I was at full mast throughout the entire final.
Winter break was tough, Dr. W was on my mind a lot. My body aching to feel her again, it was not hard to turn myself on during those 3 weeks. The hardest part was convincing myself not to cum. But day by day, hour by hour I made it through break and back to school for the following semester.
When I came back after the break, I was so tense. I had edged myself maybe 2-3 times a day everyday for the entire 3 week break. I needed to cum and I needed it bad.
Though I wasn’t in Dr. W’s class anymore, I was still in the same building a lot since she taught history classes there and I was a history major. That first day back I had no idea how to approach her. I didn’t know if she was still even interested, it had been weeks since that blowjob.
Then a couple days after classes started again, I was walking towards class when suddenly there she was, walking towards the building she worked in, the same building she worked me in.
“Hey you! Excellent job on the final!” She exclaimed, excited to see me. She stopped and chatted with me for a moment, we shared small talk about what we did over the break. It was honestly just nice to see her again.
After we talked, she told me to come meet her in her office during her last office period to “catch up” and to meet with some other students. I immediately thought it was code.
As soon as my classes were done for the day I bolted to the Professor’s administration building. But as soon as I entered the office, almost shivering with lustful giddiness, I noticed there were several other students there as well, all checking in on their favorite professor.
“Hey you! Speaking of old students, here is one dedicated history buff” she professed, pulling me into the conversation. We all chatted and hung out for the better part of an hour. I told her I needed to go and her along with my new friends said our goodbyes. I hugged her and left disappointed. But that disappointment quickly faded on the way home across campus when I realized that she had slipped a piece of paper into my front pocket during our hug.
The note read:
Call/Text me when you’re alone. I need to talk to you
***-***-****
XOXOXO (;
I didn’t even make it back to my apartment before texting her. She replied almost immediately. From there we planned to have dinner at this grass fed burger joint downtown, away from campus so we would be less likely to run into anyone she worked with. There we’d talk about where we go from there.
At the restaurant, we immediately clicked. Talking about how we got into history, how we ended up at this particular school, our hobbies and talents, and even about our favorite camping spots around town. It was incredible just talking to her, not as student and professor, but as two like minded people who share a physical and emotional attraction to eachother.
After we ate, the conversation took a more personal turn.
“I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been thinking about you a lot over the last 3 weeks”. She casually mentioned
“Oh yeah? You’ve been running laps in my mind too” I responded, hoping this conversation would turn this way.
“Oh I have, huh?” She said with a smile. Suddenly I feel her foot running up my leg. “Why would I be running, wouldn’t you rather be doing some other physical activity with me?” She asked, biting her lip with a smile.
“There’s lots of things I’d rather be doing to you right now, what do you say we get out of here and you can see what I mean?”
Check was paid in record time and we left the table not a moment later, we were back at her place in not even 8 minutes.
As soon as I turn away from her front door after closing it, she’s hanging off me. Kissing my neck and whispering about how bad she wants me. How she’s wanted me since she swallowed my load weeks earlier. That’s when she whispers in my ear:
“I need you to take me”
After weeks of edging, I’m about ready to explode. I pushed her against the wall and my tongue was down her throat in a matter of seconds. Our hands exploring each others bodies, both of us moaning and shaking from anticipation for what’s to come.
She wraps her legs around my waist and I pick her up to throw her on the couch. It was a huge sectional couch with lots of room. She was wearing some black yoga pants that were no match for me. I ripped them off her and threw them to the side. She sat up and as she worked the zipper on my pants I’m throwing her shirt off to the ground and unhooking her bra.
She looks up at me and asks if I could return the favor she gave me in the classroom. I didn’t even respond, pushing her down onto her back and throwing her legs over my shoulders. I started slowly, gliding my tongue up and down her soft silky pussy. My tongue rhythmically making circles around her clit. She starts to arch her back and call out, moaning my name. She puts her hand on the back of my head to push me farther into her.
I slide my middle and ring fingers inside as I continue to use my tongue like a shovel, as if her pleasure is the gold I’m seeking. She’s almost screaming now, her legs starting to shake and vibrate around my head, that’s when I go harder. Feeling every quake in her legs as she cums.
When I pull away and press my rock hard dick against her soaking wet pussy, I look into her eyes and see them begging me to put an end to her anticipation and just slide it in. That’s when I do.
She gasps as I slide all the way inside and just hold it for a moment, looking into her eyes. I slowly start to slide in and out, her wet pussy sloshing as I start to speed up. Her moans getting stronger and louder each time the head of my dick tickles her internal organs. Her tight pussy lips gripping my shaft, making sure every single one of our nerve endings is feeling nothing short of total euphoria. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she’s grabbing onto my arm, completely giving her body to me.
I can feel her pussy starting to pulse around my cock, that’s when I grab and pin her arms above her head to get myself into a stable and more dominant position over her. Thats when I start to really pound her into the couch. She’s moaning, straight screaming now, and clawing at my back. As she starts cumming, her legs start convulsing from the pleasure. I can feel her cumming harder and harder with each thrust. Her quivering pussy tickling each nerve in my cock. By now I’m getting close and wanting to see the result of my edging, so I pull out, adjust my aim and cum like an open fire hydrant across her face and bust. She’s moaning as each rope of hot cum hit her face, squeezing my dick, begging for more after each new stream splatters across her face and tits. When I was drained dry, she licked my cock clean, adding to my ecstasy. Making my toes curl almost all the way into my feet.
I’ll never forget how satisfying it was to, after weeks of waiting and imagining what sex with her was going to be like, finally actually get to sleep with her. And it was better than I ever could have imagined.
I stayed the night that evening, we fooled around a few more times (once in the middle of the night where I woke up to another blowjob, maybe another story?) we shared a hearty breakfast and I went on my way the next morning, feeling like a 12 out of 10.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kvf549/part_2_best_bj_in_my_life_led_to_sex_with_my
What a sexy story i hope theres more to come
Part three is needed