Sex with a student, from a few years ago when I was still teaching [M/F] | 2016

It was my first year as an assistant professor in the engineering faculty at a mid-level university in a large urban area. The department had a history of taking part in robotics competitions and it seemed like a good idea for me to pitch in and help the students, to show my involvement to the other, tenured professors. There were about twenty students on the team and I lost count of how many evenings I spent at the lab helping them work the kinks out of their designs.

One of the students was Maria. She was an undergraduate in her early twenties, one of only a handful of girls on the team. She was a petite girl, about 5'2'' and not much more than a hundred pounds, a brunette with long, straight hair that she usually kept in a ponytail. She had good curves for a girl her size, probably a B-cup with more than a hint of an ass, and, well, let's just say she was much easier to look at than the dozen-plus guys who hung out at the lab daily.

She and I hit it off almost immediately. I was the older guy, more mature, experienced and confident, and I think that's what got her interested. She would smile at me and we would exchange a few words, always making sure we stayed just on the safe side of flirting. Early on I took note of this attraction, reminded myself of the risks inherent to that kind of situation, and resolved not to act on it. As the months went by and we spent more and more time together though, it got harder and harder not to notice that way she had of raising her ass when she had to bend over a table…

Our flirting intensified, although we were cautious not to be too obvious when there were other people around. But she would often come see me during office hours… She didn't even have any questions for me. She pretended to, but soon the questions were forgotten and we were talking about something else. One time when office time was up I got up to see her to the door, and before I could close it behind her she darted back in and we kissed, hidden behind the half-closed door. As soon as she left I promised myself never again. But when I saw her the next day that promise was already forgotten.

It was tradition for the team to celebrate the end of the school year by going out to a pub. It was a slow week night and we were regulars there, so as long as we kept quiet and spaced out the orders the bartender didn't look too closely at who was drinking from which glass. There were about five or six professors with us for dinner but they all left early and soon it was just me and a half dozen students. Maria was one of them of course.

Neither of us got very drunk, but simply seeing each other socially outside the university was enough to make our heads spin. When nobody was looking she would put her hand on my thigh, getting me hard almost instantly. When I went to the bathroom she would wait less than a minute before coming to find me. We'd kiss, cautiously at first and then… well, a lot less so. I was pretty sure the few remaining students were getting suspicious but I couldn't bring myself to leave. Once or twice I almost did, but one look at her and I'd sit right back down. Or I would announce loudly, a bit too loudly, that I was going for a piss. She'd be on my tail in less than a minute.

Eventually everybody left and it was just me, Maria and another student. I couldn't wait any longer. I told them I was heading home. Of course Maria immediately said she was leaving too so I offered her a ride. It was probably too obvious, offering her to get in my car right in front of this other guy, but I was past caring. The risk seemed small enough by that point.

We were kissing before I could even turn on the engine. She had a white lacy shirt on and a short blue skirt and my fingers reached under the fabric and up her thigh. Her hand was on my shoulder at first, but when it went down and reached between my legs for my cock I disengaged and revved up the engine. Her place was close by, we were there in less than five minutes.

We kissed again by the side of the car. It was past midnight and no one was around, and my hands went up her shirt and down her skirt. She leaned back and I kissed her neck, then down to the top of her breasts. Emboldened I unbuttoned her shirt as she propped herself up against the passenger door. Her bra was white and lacy like her shirt, and I could just make out the erect nipples underneath. Suddenly remembering we were out in public we headed to the front door of her apartment building.

She lived in one of those large apartment buildings with terrazzo flooring in the halls and neon lights that are always on. Her place was on the third floor and she walked up ahead of me on the stairs. She hadn't gone up more than a couple of steps before she let her unbuttoned shirt fall down behind her, leaving it for me to pick up. As I bent down she stopped just ahead of me, allowing me a look at her panties under her skirt. White and lacy, of course.

I couldn't resist and as soon as I could catch up with her my hands were up her skirt pulling the panties down. Her ass was hard, her skin was soft, she was soaking wet between her thighs. She let me finger her for a minute before heading back up again and I stared up at this beautiful girl, wearing nothing but a bra and a short skirt, the bottom of her naked ass just visible under the fabric, climbing lightly up the stairs.

We really got into it at her front door. She might have been nervous, she was fumbling through her purse for her keys, and I was standing behind her, pressed against her almost-naked back, my hands in her skirt. I kissed the back of her neck, then between her shoulder blades, and almost involuntarily my fingers were at the hook of her bra, unclasping it, pulling it down over her arms. She turned toward me and we kissed, her small naked tits pressing against my chest. My hands reached for her ass under her skirt and I pressed her against me, my hard cock kept away from her pussy only by a thin layer of jeans. I lifted her petite frame up and propped her up against the wall, pressing myself hard against her. Our kisses got more intense, more quick, more desperate. Eventually my arms were screaming and I couldn't hold her up any longer and I had to let her down. Finally she found her keys and as I picked up her bra from the floor we were inside.

The door opened into the living room and as it slammed shut behind us I was leading her toward the couch. The couch was right there in the middle of the room, facing away from the door, and I bent her over the back of it as I pulled my pants down, my stiff, erect cock finally free, and the initial shove in so good, so raw, so fierce she was screaming, I was screaming, her head low toward the cushions and her ass high above her.

She was wet and tight, and her pussy grabbed my cock like a vise. I had to see it, to taste it. I pulled out and parted her with my fingers and my tongue replaced my cock, burying itself deep in her pussy, tasting her, her juices running down my chin. She moaned and tried to open her legs, but she was shaking so much she couldn't keep her balance. I picked her up and headed to the bedroom. I dropped her on her bed, over pink sheets and frilly pillows and all the trimmings of a twenty-year-old girlie girl's bed.

I pulled her skirt off. I stripped, admiring her small frame, her pale skin, her shy, erect nipples. She was staring at me, tongue moistening parched lips, her arms stretched out above her head. Naked I dove between her legs again, licking, lapping, sucking. One finger in, two fingers, three. They came out coated in her wetness and I rubbed it all over her, her pussy and her ass, my warm breath on her clit and she moaned when slick fingers reached her asshole.

It was a full out charge: my mouth on her clit, two fingers in her pussy, a knuckle and my pinky teasing her asshole, and my other hand grabbing at her breasts, kneading, pulling, pinching. And her with her legs open wide and her arms still stretched above her head, just letting me have my way with her body. The intensity built up, I felt her pussy get tighter and tighter, my fingers searching, probing inside for that sweet spot, finding it I think, and then she was rocking, shaking, trembling. Her whole body shaking as she moaned oh god, oh god, oh god.

I turned her over, left her there in position while I got off the bed to get the condom in my pants pocket, taking a moment to again admire her, head down, ponytail hanging lazily off a shoulder, naked ass up and ready, back arched slightly, shaved, bare bussy glistening, awaiting.

I slid in slowly, enjoying every inch as it went in, my hands on her ass feeling every tremor, every spasm emanating from her pussy as I slowly filled her. Gently at first my hips hit her ass, my cock all the way out, then all the way in, her moaning with each thrust, louder and louder as I smashed into her harder, rougher, more ruthless each time. Her white ass so inviting, my hand spanking it once, then twice before grabbing her by the root of her hair, pulling on that ponytail, before fucking her, really fucking her this time, hard, fast, fierce, my hands now holding on to her tightly by the hips, pulling her toward me with each stroke, and her panting, moaning, louder and louder, and then shaking again, a second orgasm washing over her, her pussy squeezing my cock even more tightly with each wave.

Off went the condom. Again I shove in, so good now, so raw without latex between us. Too good almost. A few strokes, five? ten? and already I'm about to come. I pull out and she's on her knees in front of me, picture perfect, hands on her thighs, small perky tits at attention, and she takes me in, all in, my whole cock in her mouth, her tongue teasing it, caressing it, licking it clean. And soon it comes, the pressure building, the instant before release so good, so overpowering, and then it gushes out. She pulls me out of her mouth, she's jerking me with both hands, cum lands on her chin, her tits, her thighs, making a mess on the pretty pink bedspread. She doesn't care. She lies down, I lie down on top of her, hot wet cum between us, and we kiss. I still taste of her, she still tastes of me. We mix over our tongues, spilling out on wet lips and chins and cheeks.