He Was Her Student, but He Taught Her a Few Things as Well

I teach art history at a small community college just outside of Chicago. Most of the young people who take my classes do so for an easy credit and show no more interest in the subject than they need to in order to pass the course. Occasionally, however, I get a serious student, with a real passion for art and an eagerness to learn, and it is those students who make my job worthwhile.

A couple of semesters ago I had one such pupil, who caught my attention in more ways than one. His name was Steve. He was smart and talented, and often stayed after class to discuss different artists and exhibits with me. Though I was twenty years his senior, he was taller than me, with a good build and an engaging smile.

It is often my habit, on my days off, to go into the city to visit various art galleries and exhibits. Since I dislike crowds, I tend to choose days on which most people would prefer to stay home. So it was a particularly rainy and dreary Tuesday when I set out to make my rounds, expecting not to encounter many people, and certainly no one that I knew.

Sure enough, when I entered the first gallery, there were only three people inside—but I was very surprised to see that one of them was Steve! If it had been anyone else I would have tried to avoid them, but as it was I found myself strangely glad to see him.

I called out his name and joined him in front of one of the sculptures. We chatted a bit and ended up viewing the rest of the pieces together. We went for coffee afterward and then decided to hit the rest of the galleries.

When we’d finished viewing the art at the last gallery, we shared a cab back to the station, and we were both soaking wet by the time we boarded the train back to the college. It was the middle of the afternoon, and we had a car all to ourselves. We were both chilled, thanks to the damp weather and our wet clothes, and it felt good to snuggle together and talk about the art.

After a while, though, the conversation died out, and there was a strange silence between us. I’m not sure how it happened, but the next thing I knew, Steve and I were kissing and fumbling with each other’s clothes. I knew he was much too young for me, not to mention being my student, but at that moment nothing mattered but the connection we seemed to have established between us.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs, and let him unbutton my blouse. I was still wearing my raincoat and couldn’t take off my bra, but Steve just pushed it down, exposing my breasts. He sucked and licked them as I held firmly on to his shoulders while undulating my pussy back and forth against the long, hard ridge in his pants.

After a moment I slid off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs, then opened his pants and pulled out his cock. Steve was breathing hard as I lowered my mouth to him. I sucked him all the way in and just held him there, getting him nice and slick with my saliva. Then I wrapped my fingers around the base of his pole and sucked and stroked, sucked and stroked. I was only sorry that I wasn’t able to slide his jeans down a bit more so I could suck his balls. But I had a feeling I’d get my chance later.

I love sucking a nice fat cock, and his tool was almost as thick as my wrist. I lapped at the head and opened my throat to take him in deep again. I looked up at him and saw that his head was back, his mouth open. His hands tangled in my hair, and he began guiding my head up and down on his stiff rod, pushing his hips up and fucking my mouth. I sucked hard each time he pulled back, loving the sound of his deep groans.

When he came I took in all of his love juice, swallowing some but holding the rest in my mouth. I then sat up next to him and kissed him, sharing his cream.

There was no discussion as to what would happen next. Steve came back to my apartment and we ordered some food from my favorite Italian restaurant. We got out of our wet clothes and made good use of the time while waiting for dinner to be delivered.

Steve spread me out on the bed and told me he was going to have an appetizer. He started kissing his way down my body and didn’t stop till he reached my cunt. By that time I was squirming and writhing on the bed, begging him to suck my pussy.

Steve slicked two of his fingers with saliva and worked them in and out of my hole, making sure to rub them over my clit. I began making needy sounds of lust when his tongue began vibrating against my little button. I couldn’t remember ever being this horny, but then I’d never had sex with someone this much younger than me. I started moving my hips as his fingers and tongue worked me over. Then he withdrew his fingers and worked them into my ass, while teasing my pussy with his thumb. He swirled his tongue around my clit as he sucked on it, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of me. He ate pussy as if he’d been doing it all his life. His skills would have put some of the older men I’d fucked to shame.

When I came it was with a gush, but he didn’t stop until I’d calmed down and my body had relaxed. His face was slick with my juices when he kissed me, giving me a taste of my own medicine.

I couldn’t wait any longer for him to fuck me, and I told him so. Steve told me to get up on my knees, then pushed my upper body down on the bed. I was breathing hard, dying for him to shove his dick into my wet cunt. When I felt his blunt cockhead rubbing back and forth at my entrance, I actually whined with impatience. I went so far as to reach back to grab his dick, but received a stinging slap on my ass for my trouble. My pussy was aching and empty, and I found myself pleading for him to fuck me.

When Steve finally entered me, it was inch by painstaking inch. He pushed in a bit and stopped to play with my clit. Then he pulled out and pushed in a little farther. He did this several times, and he wouldn’t allow me to push back. I rubbed my aching breasts against the sheets in frustration until his cock was finally seated inside me as deep as it could go. He was so wide that I felt stretched to the max. It felt so good to be packed with his cock that I had to wonder what it would feel like to have him work that fat cock into my ass. Would I be able to handle it? Well, with any luck I would find out.

When Steve fisted his hand in my hair and started pounding my pussy, I thought I’d die with pleasure. That thick hunk of meat touched all my sensitive areas over and over again. It was never-ending bliss. I came and came again, and he still kept fucking me. Then he pulled me up, wrapping his arms around me, one hand holding my breast while the other reached down to rub my clit. And all the while he continued fucking me.

When he came, his hard strokes and hot jets of come pushed me into a final climax. I fell facedown onto the bed again, but Steve was still holding on to me, so we rolled to our sides as I continued to twitch and moan through a series of aftershocks.

I was still recovering when the food arrived. I threw on a robe to answer the door, but we ended up sitting naked on the living room floor, eating our dinner off my glass coffee table. I had a perfect view of Steve’s rapidly hardening cock through the glass, and he had an equally nice view of my well-fucked pussy.

We’d eaten about half our dinner and finished off half a bottle of wine before our libidos got the better of us. I’d been staring at Steve’s cock all through dinner, and though my pussy felt swollen from use, I still wanted him inside me again.

We moved over by the fireplace then. I had Steve lie down on his back as I straddled his hips, grabbed his cock, and slowly lowered my pussy down onto it. The fit was tight, and I was still sensitive from our earlier coupling, but I wanted this ride more than anything.

I rocked and undulated my hips at a leisurely pace, while Steve fondled my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers. I began moving up and down, my pussy making squishing noises because it was still full of Steve’s come. I braced my hands on his shoulders and let his cock slip completely out of me, then leaned forward and rubbed my wet pussy back and forth along the sensitive underside of his cock.

“I need to get back in you,” Steve moaned, and I slid him back into my hole. He began pumping up into me, his thrusts hard and deep and fast. Our primal grunts and moans were the only sounds in the room, until they were replaced by screams and shouts as my convulsing pussy milked his spasming cock.

I saw Steve discreetly off and on throughout the rest of the semester, but when the term ended, so did our relationship. Oh yes, he got an A in my class. But he earned it.

—Name and address withheld