Entering college, I was a virgin with limited experience with boys. My parents were strict Christians and having any alone time with the opposite sex was pretty much forbidden.

That all changed in college.

They thought sending me to a "good Christian college" would preserve my chastity but little did they know that these schools were full of pent up, sexually frustrated, and extremely horny teenagers. With little supervision, lots of secret parties involving alcohol, and nothing to do on the weekends except to get together, these colleges converted many a virgin.

Within the first semester, my roommate, Julie, and I had both lost our virginity and looked forward to social sex among the many hot, young boys. Getting laid was never an issue. All it took was for us to head to a party and find a guy that we wanted to have a little fun with. For their part, the boys offered zero resistance to our advances and sometimes were too overly excited by the prospects of sex. Julie and I often exchanged stories of how some of our hook ups resulted in premature ejaculation.

We actually found it flattering that the boys would be so turned on that they would cum before intercourse. Usually, it was during dry humping or when we'd slip our hands down their pants. They would always apologize but it was rare that they wanted to continue. Sometimes we'd look for other guys at the party and other times, we'd just call it a night.

Julie was definitely a size queen. "The bigger the dick, the better," as she often said. She found a stable of well hung guys and often sought them out during that first year of school.

I didn't care as much. It was really about enjoying the experience. I did have one guy with a very small penis but he more than made up for it with his oral services. The penetration wasn't too fulfilling but even after he came inside me, he went down on my until I climaxed. He was a dirty little boy.

Over all, I liked normal sized guys who I could have fun with. I liked foreplay, kissing, cuddling, and lots of oral sex, both giving and receiving. There was something about making a soft cock hard and then having them cum in my mouth. If my parents only knew...

During the second semester, my physics professor - yes, I'm a nerd - caught my eye. He was in his late 30's with a beard and fairly athletic build especially for teacher in this field. All the others I had for classes, were either old, fat, or women.

Dr. Stevens made physics fun with his sense of quirky humor and wonderful analogies that made this difficult subject approachable. As almost every woman can attest to, a man with a sense of humor is one of the biggest turn ons there is.

I found myself getting a bit infatuated with the good doctor and there was a time or two where I masturbated with him at the center of my dirty thoughts. I even confided in Julie my desires and, of course, her first question was whether he was hung or not. She never disappointed...

As the semester wore on, I would always be in the front row and my outfits went from sweats and a tshirt to low cut dresses and yoga pants with a tight top. Dr. Stevens was like most boys at school and I could see him sneaking looks at my cleavage and breasts. His gaze was most noticeable when I would wear my white tank top without a bra. I'd wear a sweatshirt over it walking to class but when I sat in the first row, I would give him a private show by taking it off. Arching my back while stretching always got his attention and often made my nipples hard.

This went on two days a week for more than a couple of months. I enjoyed teasing him and he seemed to enjoy my outfits. Usually, I got special attention from him during in class assignments or when I had a question on a problem. He would practically trip over himself to be on top of me. I knew he had a perfect view of my tits and I couldn't resist to tease him by giving him the best angles or touching his hand.

Leading up to the final, I had a pretty strong grasp of the material but I hatched a devious plan to see how far I could take it with Dr. Stevens.

After the third to last class, I asked him if I could meet him in his office the next day to review some questions I had...I didn't have any questions, by the way.

He readily agreed and we set a time for the appointment. Giddy with anticipation, I let it slip to Julie what I was up to. She was all for it and, in fact, suggested that I do a little womanscaping just in case things went the direction I wanted. She said that waxing was her preferred method and it always drove the boys wild. Apparently, a well groomed kitty went a long way.

I had never done something like that so I didn't even know where to start. To my surprise, Julie pulled out a small bottle called "Brazilian Secret" from her dresser drawer and handed it to me. She told me the basic idea but I was still unsure given my inexperience.

"Look, Danielle, it's not that bad but you do need to be careful. Would you like some help the first time?"

I was a bit taken back but I needed someone to walk me through it. Ripping out pubic hair didn't seem like a natural instinct.

"Would you mind?" I asked sheepishly.

"Not at all. I have gotten it done at the salon before so it's pretty usual to have someone do it to you." She opened the jar and motioned for me to go onto the bed. "Drop'em!" We both giggled with her order and I complied. Pulling down my pants and thong, I laid back on the bed. Julie pushed my legs apart and my pussy was on display for her.

She went to work first trimming my pubic hair down a little and then applying the wax. Her fingers brushed against my lips multiple times and even on my clit. To my surprise, I started to get moist and I hoped that Julie wouldn't notice. My roommate didn't give any indication of what was clearly noticeable to anyone who knew what an aroused vagina looked like, but it was more than a coincidence that she made contact to my most intimate areas more than she should have.

Julie also made me go on all fours to finish up around my ass. Once again, she made contact with me in ways that no other salon worker ever did throughout my later years. I'm sure she could have smelled my arousal especially the one moment where I felt her warm breath just inches from my exposed wet lips.

When she was finally done, Julie smacked my ass playfully and I turned over. My hand instinctively went down to my sex to feel what had been done. My pubic area was silky smooth and it was immediately a big turn on for me. If I wasn't wet yet, I certainly was rubbing my hands over my pussy. Julie watched intently and I saw her bite her lips slightly. My legs were still spread and, truth be told, I spent more time than necessary showing off to my roommate.

The phone rang which shocked us back to reality. If it weren't for that caller, I don't know where the moment would have brought us, though, the following year I would find out...but that's another story!

I thanked Julie and headed to take a shower. Once alone in the stall, I was quick to finger myself to a proper climax. The waxing and events with Julie definitely had their effect and it was the first time, I masturbated with a woman at the center of my fantasy. Finishing up, though, I was now all prepped and ready for Dr. Stevens.

The evening and night felt like it was in slow motion as I anticipated my appointment. I wasn't sure what to wear and had Julie help me out in the morning. "You absolutely need to wear this!" She pulled my dotted sundress out of the closest. It was by far my shortest dress and deepest plunging neckline. It was my go to outfit for getting laid at parties as I looked hot and sexy.

I took off my shirt and shorts that I had slept in and stood before Julie in my thong and bra. I went to put the dress on and Julie stopped me. "I don't think you need this, sweetie." She pushed my shoulder around and had full access to my bra strap. In an instant, she unhooked it and my breasts were fully exposed. She came around and said, "Perfect. Now put that dress on, you little slut." Julie openly stared at my breasts. It wasn't the first time she saw them but after the waxing, things seemed to be different between us.

I put the dress on and looked in the mirror. My young curves were on full display: hips, ass, and breasts. I bent over and you could easily see my pink nipples. If there was a chance to get into my professor's pants, this outfit would do it.

Gathering my books, I headed off to my meeting. The cool air of the spring afternoon drifted inside my dress and heightened my arousal. I could feel my nipples harden as I made my way to Dr. Stevens office.

I found his door slightly ajar and knocked softly. He was on the phone and motioned for me to sit down on the chair in front of his large wooden desk. I made myself comfortable and crossed my legs. His eyes already darted to my exposed skin while he spoke to the person on the other end. It was clear from the conversation that it was his wife. At once, I felt a twinge of guilt but on the other hand, I was a horny 19 year old and loved the idea of forbidden fruit.

He hung up the phone and we made some casual conversation. I leaned forward giving him a view of my ample C-cup cleavage. It was funny how hard he tried not to look but his eyes would inevitably give way to his lust and look down my dress. He finally asked what I had questions on and I pulled out my book to show him.

I stood up and laid the book on his desk and bent over to point to the page in question. If someone was behind me, they would have seen the bottom of my ass cheeks. That's how far I was leaning. From the front, there was no way that Dr. Stevens couldn't look completely down my dress. His eyes fought desperately not to look but he gave way to his testosterone and eventually just settled his gaze on my tits. I knew I had him hooked.

I feigned ignorance on the physics problem while he stammered a reply. He was clearly distracted by my charms and my arousal was building exponentially. I told him that it was hard to see what he was pointing at from my vantage so I went around to his side of the desk. At this point, when I bent over, there was no way he couldn't see my entire teen breast. My nipples were painfully hard and I was immensely turned on.

Dr. Stevens couldn't help but look at my breasts and at some point, he had angled his chair in a way to invite me onto his lap. Without a word about what I was doing, I sat down on his leg. More to the point, I straddled his leg so that my barely covered pussy was nestled on his thigh. I could feel his erection as we continued our now defunct lesson. I knew he could feel the heat from my pussy.

I turned to him and our lips were inches apart. Taking the final plunge, I leaned into him and kissed my older instructor. Clearly, he was more than open to it as Dr. Stevens' tongue darted into my mouth and his hands went right to my young breasts. I moaned. He moaned. Our sexual tension was finally being addressed.

We didn't say a word as our hands roamed each other and our foreplay continued for several minutes. Dr. Stevens, while still french kissing me, swiped his arm violently across his desk, pushing everything but his monitor off. With little effort, he lifted me up and placed me on the now bare wood. I leaned back and he pushed my knees apart. My pussy was on fire as he dove towards my sex. I could feel and hear him inhale deeply while pressing his nose against my panties. I hadn't had a man do that before and it was a major turn on.

He wasted no time and reaching underneath me and grabbing hold of my thong. I helped him by lifting my hips and allowing him to pull my thong right off of me. He gasped at my waxed pussy and I saw him smile lustfully at the sight before him. Dr. Stevens bent forward and licked my lips and clit with a strength and confidence that I hadn't received from the young boys at college. He was a true man in every sense.

Expertly, he licked, sucked, and pushed his fingers into my body which caused an earthshaking orgasm deep in my core. I had never experience such pleasure and realized the power of an experienced lover.

He pulled away as I came down and I looked at him hedonisticly as he pulled his pants down and exposed his erect penis. Dr. Stevens had a good looking dick. It wasn't a monster but it certainly looked like it was going to feel good.

He grabbed my hips again and pulled me towards him. My legs lewdly open and my vagina ready for a good fucking. Positioning the head of his dick at my opening, my professor began penetrating me inch by inch. I was in heaven as my eyes rolled in the back of my head. He grabbed my dress straps and pulled them down exposing my tits which he quickly started to suck on.

We found a rhythm as we bucked against each other. Panting hard, I could feel my second orgasm building. He had nice stamina as we fucked on his office desk. His warm mouth teased my nipples while his hips pressed faster into me. I enjoyed the way he used my body immensely as his tempo built up towards an orgasm of his own.

I could feel his cock getting thicker with each stroke and I knew it was a matter of seconds before I would experience this older man ejaculating into my young womb.

Dr. Stevens started to grunt and then I felt his dick pulsate with each blast of sperm he shot into me. It was so much that before he had even finished cumming, I could feel my pussy leaking down my ass. He was relentless as he finished climaxing in his student's vagina.

Finally, we pulled apart and I sat up to give him another deep kiss. Reaching down, his penis was still erect while we made out. His manly hands squeezed my breasts and twisted my nipples continuing my arousal. I felt his fingers reach my clit and as we kissed and touched each other, he expertly lead me to another orgasm. This man was as good at physics as he was at a woman's anatomy.

I gushed all over his hand pushing out his sperm and my juices onto his desk. We continued to kiss when the phone interrupted our session. What was it with phones lately!!

Reluctantly, he broke our contact and apologized while he picked up the phone. It was his wife! He tried to act naturally and hold his breath steady but after our activities, it was difficult for him. He made it through the conversation and hung up.

"I'm so sorry, Danielle. I have to get home." He said while looking me up and down. My breasts were still exposed and my pussy was open leaking out combined liquids. I kissed me and reached down to get my panties.

I slid off the desk and adjusted my dress back up and put my thong on. Having accomplished my dirty goal, I knew that he would want more of me before the end of the semester. My panties were drenched by the time I got back to the dorm.

Julie was there to greet me and saw my messed up hair, dress, and sultry grin. She smacked my ass and demanded that I tell her everything. I didn't leave any detail out as I recalled every moment with my hot professor. Julie licked and bit her lips with each milestone. She unconsciously, or consciously, rubbed her legs together, clearly stimulated by my sexual tale.

The tension grew between us...