professor and student sex story
My name is Ron, and I was a final-year student at a prestigious engineering college in Boston.
I was 24 years old and the captain of the college basketball team.
My height was 6 feet, and thanks to the gym, my body was completely chiseled.
A new professor joined our college—Professor Anna. She was a computer science teacher, and she was about 32 years old. She had been divorced for 3 years. Her husband was a software engineer who now lived in California.
Professor Anna was extremely beautiful.
She was 5’5″ tall, fair complexion, long black hair, and eyes like a deer.
Whenever she wore professional dresses, especially cotton dresses, her fair waist and navel would clearly show.
Her measurements were 34-28-36—absolutely perfect.
The first time I saw her, my heart skipped a beat.
She was sitting in the library reading a book, and sunlight was falling on her face.
I stood there and watched her for 10 minutes.
I couldn’t focus on my studies, but in sports, I was the college star.
My attendance remained above 75% because I got exemption due to sports quota.
One day, Professor Anna took a programming class. I arrived late that day.
The professor stopped me and said, “Ron, your regularity is very bad. Do you know I passed you with great difficulty in your internal exams?”
I said, “Sorry ma’am, basketball practice happens, so…”
“No excuses,” she stopped me, “Come to my office from tomorrow, I’ll give you extra classes.”
The next day, I went to her office.
She was in a white blouse and jeans. Her hair was open, and there was a light perfume smell coming from her that was driving me crazy.
“Sit,” she said.
I sat on the chair in front of her.
She was bending down looking at my notes, and her blouse’s neck was slightly open.
My eyes kept going to her cleavage. My cock was getting hard.
“What are you looking at?” she suddenly asked.
I panicked, “Nothing ma’am, you tell me…”
She stared at me and then smiled, “Focus on studies, not on girls.”
She was looking at me and smiling. I felt that maybe she also…
In the next few days, I went to her office every day.
Our conversations moved from studies to personal matters.
One day, she told me why she got divorced—her husband was cheating on her.
“I never saw happiness in 5 years of marriage,” she said, “Since then, I’ve been alone.”
I said, “Ma’am, you’re so beautiful, anyone would get you…”
She started looking into my eyes, “What good is beauty, Ron, when there’s no one to look at you with love…”
That day, I gathered courage.
I held her hand.
She tried to pull her hand away, but I didn’t let go.
“Ma’am, I’m the one who looks at you… I look at you a lot…”
“Ron, this is wrong,” she said, but her voice was trembling.
“I know you also look at me,” I said, “When I play basketball, you stand in the stands and watch.”
She became silent. Her face turned red.
“Let’s go from here,” she said, “Don’t come tomorrow.”
I went the next day too.
She was angry, but I closed the door and went to her and knelt down.
“Ma’am, please… I love you…”
“Have you gone mad!” she said, “I’m double your age, I’m your teacher!”
“I don’t care,” I said and kissed her hands.
She stood up and went to the other side.
I blocked her way.
Our eyes met.
Suddenly, she grabbed my collar and kissed me tightly.
She started sucking me like an animal.
I also started sucking her lips like crazy.
We sucked each other for 5 minutes.
Then she pushed me, “No… this is wrong… go away…”
I said, “I won’t go today, ma’am… Today I’ll make you mine…”
I picked her up and made her sit on the office sofa.
She kept refusing but was looking at me.
I lifted her blouse and started kissing her waist.
“Ah… Ron… no…” her moan came out.
I opened her jeans button and pulled her jeans down.
She was in white panties.
I ran my hand over her pussy over her panties. She was wet.
“See, you also want it…” I said.
She felt shy.
I removed her panties.
There were light hairs on her pussy. I spread her legs and put my tongue on her pussy.
“Oh God… Ron…” she started pressing my head into her pussy.
I licked her pussy for 15 minutes.
She had already cum twice. Her pussy tasted very sweet.
Then I stood up and removed my jeans.
Seeing my 7.5-inch cock, she panicked, “This… this is so big… I… I haven’t in 5 years…”
“Stay calm, ma’am,” I said, “Today I’ll give you the pleasure that you never took…”
I brought my cock near her mouth.
At first, she refused, but then started sucking.
She was inexperienced, but it felt great.
After 10 minutes, I laid her down on the sofa. Her pussy was completely pink.
I placed my cock at her entrance and started putting it in slowly.
“Ah… slowly… it hurts…” she moaned.
I sucked her lips and gave a hard thrust.
Half my cock went inside.
She screamed, but I didn’t stop.
Slowly, I put my whole cock inside.
“How does it feel, ma’am?” I asked.
“Very… very good…” she moaned.
I started thrusting slowly. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” sounds started coming. She was now enjoying it.
“Faster… yes… fuck me…” she started saying.
I put both her legs on my shoulders and started fucking hard.
Our breathing sounds were echoing in the office.
After 20 minutes of fucking, I released my semen in her pussy. She also came with me.
We both lay exhausted on the sofa.
She ran her hand on my chest and said, “What you did today, no one has done…”
After that day, our relationship changed.
In college, she was my teacher, but in the office or at her apartment, she became my lover.
I went to her apartment every day. Her daughter went to school, and after she left, we would fuck all day.
I fucked her in every way—in the bathroom, in the kitchen, on the sofa, on the balcony.
At first, she felt shy, but then she opened up.
One day, she told me, “Ron, I want to marry you…”
I said, “Ma’am, I’m still young, I have to build my career… but I definitely love you…”
She was disappointed but agreed.
Our relationship continued for 2 years.
After college ended, I got a job and started meeting her less.
One year later, she married a doctor.
Before marriage, she sent me a letter: “Ron, you gave me the happiness that I never imagined. Your memories will always be with me.”
I also messaged her: “You were my first teacher, my first woman, and will always be in my heart…”
Even today, when I go to Boston, I pass by her college and remember that moment when a professor and student broke the boundaries of love and lust…
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