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This is a true story of my first time. I’ve changed the names, but the experience is all real, and one I’ll remember fondly forever.
I always enjoyed Professor Lane’s English classes for the simple reason that she was gorgeous. Maybe it wasn’t obvious to most guys. She kept herself well-concealed under her long, ankle-length skirts, the blouses buttoned to the neck, and her glasses which could make her look more professorial than sexy. But it was clear to me from the first day I laid eyes on her. She had thick, brown, wavy hair, and wore large loop earrings. She was an amazingly bright woman who moved with such flowing grace, I was captivated by her every time. Everything from the way she walked to the way she tilted her head when she listened to your answer was done with dance-like beauty. When she turned to write on the board, I could only imagine the smoothness of her skin beneath the folds of her skirt. Call it an overgrown schoolboy fantasy if you will, but I drifted off to sleep many nights with visions of her in my head. In truth, though, my dreams of her were never particularly erotic. I often just saw close-ups of her face– the way her deep red lipstick enhanced her smile, the way her auburn hair framed her heart-shaped face—yes, the dreams were quite innocent for the most part, but I won’t lie and say I never imagined anything further. But never, in a million years, did I ever think my deepest fantasies would be fulfilled by this woman.
It happened one Friday afternoon. Class was over, and as the students poured out into the hall for their next lecture, Prof. Lane gestured for me to return.
“I want to talk to you for a second,” she said.
“It’s okay, you’re not in trouble, just come here. And close the door.”
I did as she asked, and she took a seat on her desk. I sat in the closest chair facing her. She flashed a kind smile at me. “First year in college?” she asked
“Enjoying it so far?”
I smiled. “So far so good.”
She paused, and I could tell by the way she lowered her head that she felt a bit awkward about whatever it was she wanted to say. Her hand drummed the desk as she puzzled over the right words. At last she looked up again. “I see the way you look at me,” she said, and I immediately blushed. “It’s okay,” she added quickly, smiling again. “It’s actually quite flattering. I’m not sure I’ve ever been a younger man’s fantasy before. You must know I’m older than you right?”
I nodded, and I did not for one second believe that she was never a younger man’s fantasy before. I doubted it even more a second later when she crossed her legs allowing me to see the smooth curve of her thigh for the briefest second.
“I mean, I’m 30, and you must be, what, 19?”
I nodded again. “I’ll turn 19 next month.”
“So you do know nothing could ever develop between us. I mean, it just wouldn’t work.” I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation, and I wanted to dig right down casino siteleri into the floor and disappear faster than anything in the world. I think she saw how uncomfortable I had become, because she got off the desk, stepped toward me, and lay her hand on mine. What she said next stunned me.
“I do think you’re quite cute,” she said, and hearing those words through those lips turned me on like nothing had ever done before. There was nothing motherly or patronizing about it, it was straight-out flattery. She crouched down so her face was level with mine, and I could feel her breath when she spoke. Her fingers wrapped around my clenched hand. “I’ve often wondered what it would be like with a younger man.” Her hand was now caressing mine, and I could feel myself becoming aroused. It ached but felt wonderful at the same time. She stood up and walked to the door. I watched the way her hips swayed as she walked, and for one crazy second I somehow knew that I was going to see her naked, touch her, make love to her that very afternoon. I pushed the thought from my mind. It was absurd, but I wanted it so badly. She reached the door and locked the bolt, then pulled down the small shade that covered the glass window near the top of the door.
“I think we’ll keep this just between us, though, don’t you agree?” she asked, and the way she stood with one hand coyly on her hip and the other on the little string holding the shade simply left me speechless. She took off her glasses and let them dangle between her fingers. I felt like the biggest, horniest fool in the world, but I was going to score with this woman if it was the last thing I did.
She walked back towards me and took a seat on her desk again. “It’d be a lot easier if you came closer,” she said.
I still sat there, unable to move. Wanting to, but unable.
“It’s okay,” she said, patting the desk as an invitation for me to move forward.
I stood up, a bit awkwardly with the huge bulge in my pants, and walked towards her. She put her hands on my face, and kissed me long, hard and deep. Her hands felt cold on my face, but her lips were wonderfully warm. I pressed my tongue in her mouth, and heard her moan softly. I’d kissed plenty of girls before, but never a woman. I don’t know how long we kissed like that, with me standing and her sitting on the desk, but I do know she had enough time to unbutton my jeans and slide them down below my knees. Now she was running her hands up and down my legs, and still we kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, my hands massaging the firmness of her breasts beneath the silk blouse.
Suddenly she pulled back. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t do this here.”
“No, it’s too risky. My office would be better. Besides,” she said with a wry grin, “I have a couch there. I think it’ll be more comfortable. Zip yourself up. Let’s go.”
I started pulling my jeans back up, and she playfully reached for penis. “You’re about to have a great güvenilir casino time,” she said to it as though she were talking to a puppy. I finished zipping up, and she led me out of the room and to the stairwell leading up to her office.
“You know this is crazy,” she said as we climbed the stairs. I stayed a step behind her, mainly so I admire the shape of her ass beneath the dress.
“Yeah,” I said stupidly.
“It’ll be your first time won’t it?”
I started to deny it because, well, because I’m a guy, but she stopped me. “I know it will be,” she said, “I can tell. I think that’s pretty cool. I’d better be good though, because I’ll be the one you’ll remember forever.”
Somehow, I didn’t think she had to worry about not being good.
We reached her office. There were a few other professors milling about in the hall, and I had to force myself not to look guilty. I reminded myself that as far as they were concerned, we were just about to have a student-teacher conference. And, in a way, I guess that was true. She opened the door, let me in, flicked on the light, and shut the door behind us.
“Now,” she said, backing me against the door and pressing up against me, “where were we? Hmmm?”
She kissed me again, pressing her tongue deep inside my mouth while her hand worked on my crotch. This time she didn’t undo my jeans, she just worked through them, rubbing the base of her palm against the fabric which pushed on my already hard cock. I grabbed her breasts and hoisted them up, loving the feel of their plump weight in my hands. I drove her backwards towards her desk and unbuttoned her blouse.
She lay back on the desk and swung her legs up on my shoulders. She had such long beautiful legs. “Just do whatever comes natural,” she whispered, tilting back her head and closing her eyes.
I pushed her skirt up and saw she was wearing red panties. I pulled those off and buried my face between her legs, licking her, nibbling her, teasing her with quick flicks of my tongue, and then pressing my tongue inside her as far as I could. Everything came by pure instinct. She groaned, which made me press even further. I heard her cry my name as I slipped my finger inside her, feeling that wonderfully warm wetness. I then slipped two fingers in her, spreading her lips a little more, making her groan a little louder. I thrust my fingers in and out, loving the way her body trembled in rhythm with my touch. I kept my fingers in her and kissed her inner-thighs, then her pussy, her navel, everything I could reach, I wanted it all so badly. She reached up and pulled my head down towards her. She opened her eyes, staring deep into mine, and whispered, “Fuck me now.”
I wanted to so badly, but there was something I wanted even more. I climbed on top of her and brought my dick to her mouth. I looked at her, lying on her back, with her thick flood of hair spilled behind her head, her gorgeous lips slightly parted.
She knew exactly what canlı casino to do. She leaned up a little, and wrapped those beautiful red lips around my cock. She played a little at first, just licking the head and rim, but then slowly worked her way down the shaft towards my balls, then back up again. She paused only to smile naughtily at me for a second, and then started again, more aggressively this time. My dick was soaked with her saliva and about ready to burst. She was downright ferocious now, swinging and thrusting her head, taking my dick with her every way she wanted, tightening her lips on me, running her tongue along me. When she pulled back, a long strand of her spit clung from my dick to her lips. She brushed it aside and started sucking again. There was something animalistic about it, and so completely erotic. At the last moment, the very moment before I would have exploded in pleasure, she stopped, lay back again, shut her eyes, and whispered, “Now, you’re going to fuck me.”
She was right. There was nothing else I could have done at that point. I needed to be inside her. I needed my throbbing, soaking cock deep within her body. I moved off of the desk and stood between her legs. She reached down, grabbed me, and pulled me inside her. She was tighter than I’d expected, and yet so incredibly wet. Her body seemed to grip me, to pull me deeper and deeper in. I thrust hard and fast, with an insatiable lust. Time seemed to stand still as we fucked each other that afternoon, me standing by the desk, her lying on it. I hoisted her up eventually, carried her off the desk, and lay her down on the floor. She just lay there, looking up at me with wide, hungry eyes, and I knew I could have her any way I wanted.
“Lean up against the couch,” I told her, and so she crawled to the couch on all fours, put her hands up on it, and arched her ass out at me in silent invitation. I knelt behind her, cupped her ass in one hand, and pushed aside her hair with the other so I could kiss the back of her neck. She began grinding herself against me, moving her ass against my dick as I kissed her, slowly at first, then more intensely. Suddenly, she whipped around, pushed me onto my back with one hand, and climbed on top of me. She held herself above me for a few seconds, letting me just look and her body. Then slowly, she lowered herself onto me, inch by inch, and started to ride with her hands planted on my chest. Her hair flopped over my face as she rode, and occasionally she’d toss her head to fling it back, but seconds later it was down again. I had my hands around her ass the entire time, and my eyes on her breasts, loving the way they bounced with her every movement.
She knew when I was going to cum. She lifted herself off of me, and brought her mouth to my cock again. I think she only managed about two long sucks before the dam broke and I flooded her mouth with whiteness. She seemed to savor it, licked her lips, and then sucked again, causing another burst of cum. Again she licked her lips, smiled up at me, and then gently lay herself down on top of me, caressing the underside of my jaw with her long slender fingers, and kissing me lightly. We lay like that for a very long time, tenderly kissing, both exhausted but thoroughly exhilarated.
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