[MF] Got blessed in a saint’s building..

**This will be long.. if you just want the sex story, go to the “sex section” below :)**

**Side note: Like my previous story (and a bunch of the ones I will post in the future), no condoms were used. I was young, dumb, and on birth control. I am allergic to latex too.. so unless I am expecting to be getting laid, I won’t be bringing a condom along with me everywhere. No one else carries latex free ones with them. I made it out of my wild phase clean, so that’s all that matters :)**

**Backstory:**

The day before I started junior year of college, I finally was able to successfully break up with my abusive ex. He was the type that didn’t understand “we’re done” and “not together anymore”. It took 3 tries and months to get away, but finally I decided to live my life as a single woman, whether or not he was going to accept it. I was taking 21 credits that semester, and working about 25 hours a week (between 2 jobs). One of my jobs was an on campus tutoring job, and I got one of the special positions that paid double the typical hourly rate. I was required to sit in on. a class and then teach open review sessions for any students who wanted to attend. So I was taking 21 credit hours, sitting in on a 4 credit class, and I finally was able to start going out and having a social life again. However, I had only had sex 3 times in the past 6 months, and only of those 3 times was any good (one was actually with the ex who sucked, one was with someone I wouldn’t have done it with sober and not even fun, and the other was when I was slightly drunk with my brothers friend… if my brother ever found out he would be pissed.

**The story before the story:**

I’m 5’4, Italian looking, very slim figure with a nice ass and perky 32B boobs. My eyes are extremely dark, to the point where they insisted on putting black instead of brown on my ID. You can’t see my pupils .. not sure if this is an attractive quality or not, but I like them. I have dark brown hair (naturally curly, but always straightened), that goes down to the middle of my back/bottom of my bra area. In this story, I was 20 but turning 21 in a few weeks.

I had my first review session on the Tuesday of the second week of the semester. We went to a small Jesuit Catholic University, so the building was of course named after a saint. We were in a classroom around 9pm, so there were plenty of people in the buildings during this time (including other review sessions in the rooms next to us, maintenance staff, and students finishing up late classes and study sessions). Only 3 people showed up to my first session (out of the 24 in the class) . Bobby, Derek, and Alex were there names, and they were all 18 and freshmen. Bobby and Derek were good friends and suitemates. Alex was in ROTC, and was busy with his program and always had to be up early. He was a quiet and respectful kid had an overfull schedule and really wanted help with the class. Bobby and Derek on the other hand were like frat boys. Our college didn’t have frats, but if they did, these two would have been in one. Both have athletic builds and similar personalities, but look totally different (both very attractive though). Derek was the typical “tall, darker and handsome” type – 6’3, dark eyes, olive toned skin. Bobby was tan and also about 6’3 with sandy light brown/dirty blonde hair and green eyes. These two wanted some help with the class, but were not shy about staring at my ass when I was writing on the blackboard. I can hear them whispering to each other too, and it was clearly about me. When the session ended, Derek said something about going to his girlfriends dorm, and Bobby added (seemingly on purpose) that they were together since 7th grade. He wanted me to know his friend was taken, and it was pretty obvious after the way the session went it was because they both were attracted to me and he wanted dibs ..haha.

The next session was 2 days later , on Thursday, and after that one Bobby started flirting with me openly. Now, I didn’t read the rules up on tutors getting with their students, but I”m positive it was, at the very least, frowned upon. I tried not to flirt back during the sessions, since Alex really wanted to take the sessions seriously, and even the others admitted they needed help. At the end of this session, Bobby wants to know if I can tutor him outside of the sessions, because I was also a one on one tutor for the school. I said yes, so he signed up for one on one tutoring, and requested that I be assigned as his tutor. Nothing happened during those sessions because they were in the tutoring center and we were always fully visible to people. However, it is common to exchange phone numbers when you do one on one tutoring so that you can set up appointments without having to email or to let your tutor/student know if you are running late or something. So we exchanged numbers, and pretty soon he would randomly text me. This is only about 2 weeks into the semester and our texting became increasingly flirty. I was at the point where I really wanted him, because I hadn’t had sex since July (It was September), and he was hot. He kept telling me about his “hot teacher” fantasy, and how he wanted me to fulfill it, because I was the closest thing to a hot female teacher he was going to get at our school.

**The sex story:**

The next classroom session went well , and Derek left for his girlfriend’s room right after it ended. Alex stayed a little late to learn some extra stuff before his exam the next day.. meanwhile, Bobby stayed late for seemingly no reason at all. Alex left first, and Bobby and I hung around chatting for a bit. He was sitting in one of the classroom desks, and I was on top of the professor’s desk in the front of the room. I’lll never forget the outfit I had on that day, because it was definitely not something you would want tout on if you were getting laid and needed to remove as little as possible.. I had on tight black skinny jeans, black flat riding boots, and a neon yellowish/greenish highlighter color off the shoulder top that was like a light sweater material (over a neon pink tank top). I always wear a belt with my jeans because I am super thin but have an ass, so jeans are always big on my tiny waist (because I need them to fit my ass). I didn’t think Bobby would actually make a move on me in the room, and I knew I could get in HUGE trouble if we got caught. We could have potentially gotten expelled, and I would have definitely gotten fired from tutoring at the very least. We were on our way out of the classroom, and Bobby turned out the light before we actually opened the door and stepped out. Then he said he thought he was doing better and owed me a hug. So of course I smiled and opened my arms for that hug. He gave me a big hug, and let it linger. He gave me the kind of hug where he had to bend a little because he was so much taller, then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight, lifting me off the ground a little. Then he put me down, still leaving his arms around me, and pulled back to loo at me in the eyes. I didn’t break away, so he just stayed that way, rubbing his hands up and down my back a little as we stood there in complete silence (but not awkward silence). Finally, he lowered his hands until they were resting on my ass, and I smiled again. He knew I was into it, but his frat boy attitude had vanished. He really was nervous about making a move on me. So, I made sure he knew I wanted it by moving my arms from around his back to his chest, feeling his smooth ab muscles through his shirt. I slowly slid them up around his neck and stood on my tip toes to get as close to his face as I could. He rested his forehead against mine and made some whispered comment that I can’t remember for the life of me. It was something along the lines of ” I really didn’t think I should make the first move ” Or something about being nervous about it. However, something about the situation made me decide to hold my ground until he went for the kiss, so I stayed quiet a couple of seconds before saying something else I can’t remember back to him…

I gave it a couple seconds of thought before putting my hands behind his head and going in for the first kiss. I think he had the same idea at the same time, because instead of being soft and light (like I was going for), we met in the middle, HARD. From there, we went at each other with an animalistic passion. We were ravenous , devouring each other right there near the door of the class room. His hands went up under my shirt from the back pulling me in so that I was pressed up against his body, feeling his rock-hard cock through his pants. He wanted me, bad, and I could feel my pussy watering in excitement. There wasn’t a ton of foreplay or anything, our clothes and the room we were in, and our desperate need to fuck just overtook us. Bobby picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He put me against the blackboard as he grinned his hard cock into my pussy through our clothes. I knew a wet spot was forming on my tight jeans. My panties were soaked through with juices. we made out furiously, like it was our last day on earth. I was impressed by his kissing abilities, although I was only two years older, I felt like he was so young and new at things. He quickly showed me how experienced he actually was though. We didn’t last long against the blackboard. With the outfit I had on, there was no way we were getting anywhere in that position, so Bobby carried me again , with my legs wrapped around him and his hands under my ass, and placed me on the big desk in the fronton the room – the professor’s desk.

From there , things got even more intense. My hands fumbled with his pants as he undid my belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, while I sent his to the ground. His finger was rubbing my clit in seconds as I stroked his cock. I got off the desk for a second to push my pants down, because tight skinny jeans make it a little hard for hands to get down there. We were not fucking around.. as soon as my jeans and tiny zebra print t-string thong hit the floor, he pushed his HUGE cock into my soaking wet pussy. It actually hurt a bit, because his 9′ was definitely the biggest I ever had. Honestly, his cock was amazing. It was long, thick, and had a slight curve towards my g-spot. I couldn’t believe my luck after 3 sexless, miserable months, I wasn’t just getting dick. I was getting a MAGNIFICENT dick, plus the enthusiasm and stamina of an 18-year-old college freshman who was having his fantasy fulfilled (his words, not mine). He fucked me hard and fast, with energy I hadn’t seen in years. I came quickly, and my extra wetness just fueled him further. I couldn’t believe that I was being fucked on a professor’s desk in a classroom, named for a saint, no less. We could hear people outside the room, walking past after their tutoring sessions and study groups ended. The vacuum was running in the distance, so we knew maintenance staff was at work. This just got me even wetter, because the fear of being caught really excited me.

This is where things got a little more interesting. Bobby wanted to bend me over the desk, so I slid off and bent over, exposing my tight and perky ass to him. He pounded back into my pussy and smacked my ass hard enough that I swore people heard us outside. His left hand was around my waist, my hands were on the desk, and his right hand went straight up my shirt and under my bra to play with my nipple. I know we were both getting a little loud, but I was shocked when he removed his hand from my nipple and put it round my mouth, shutting me up, as he pounded away at my tight pussy. I was so turned on and caught up in the moment.. and unable to moan. I ended up biting Bobby’s hand/fingers . I didn’t mean to, but the waves of pleasure going through my body were just that intense, and I couldn’t verbally express it. It was my most natural reaction. Sensing my liking of rough sex, Bobby took his freshly bitten fingers from my mouth and wrapped his hand around my neck, while moving his other one to my hair. I felt him do a twisting motion with his hand, tangling my hair in his fingers and pulling backward as he started to slow the motion of his dick, shoving it in deep and moving his hips in a slow, circular motion as he pulled my head backwards by the hair and squeezed his hand around my throat. This sent me over the edge in seconds, and at this point we were so close to getting caught that I knew he needed to cum too. I started to squeeze myself around his dick, and sticking my ass out further , grinding backwards as he pushed into me. I could tell he liked my squeezing technique, because a minute later he said he was going to cum, and he asked where I wanted it. We didn’t have any way of cleaning up, and I was on birth control and love the feeling of a man finishing in me, so I responded “Fill me up”, and he dutifully drained his balls into my contracting pussy.

Bobby ‘s fantasy wouldn’t have been fully complete without me tasting his cum, so after pulling his dick out of me, he shoved two fingers deep into me, and pulled out two cum-covered fingers that he then offered up to me and I gladly sucked clean. Delicious. Funny thing is, before tutoring, I literally had to sign in on a clip board with my name, student ID#, and the time I started, and after, I had to sign out by putting the time I left on that same clip board. Since I had never left the classroom, I never signed out after the session. I literally got paid to fuck in a classroom.. in a building named after. a Catholic saint.

**Aftermath**

Bobby and I were fuck buddies for the rest of the semester, until he got a girlfriend. He was the first guy who I used a toy with during sex – a vibrating dick ring, which is fucking incredible. Everyone should use them. We did hook up 2-3 more times after that semester, but months apart. It was only a regular thing for about 3 months, which is fine with me. It was the kind of casual fun I needed that semester, and looking back the risk of our classroom fuck session was DEFINITELY worth it. Also, if you were wondering, people did, in fact, hear. The actually never found out who it was to the best of my knowledge. I coincidnetlally overheard a conversation between two friends in line for coffee talking about how they heard people fucking in the classroom a few nights before. The night we were there.. :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/94o9n3/mf_got_blessed_in_a_saints_building