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Fantasies about My English Professor!

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I stumbled onto this website a few days ago, and let me just say, I LOVE IT!!!!


I had the HUGEST crush on one of my professors that I had...

It started about three years ago. He was my English professor, a guy very different from whom I'd ordinarily think was attractive. He was the really liberal type, the 'tree-hugger' from his own words; he dressed in that 'grungy' but hip style, was pony-tailed, wore those black-rimmed glasses, the whole lot. Initially, I thought he was weird, but after a while, I began to really think this guy was freaking SEXY! His words, his style, his 'band', everything.

Anyway, when I'm feeling extremely horny, I think about him.

There was one particular night I got extremely excited while I was in my cozy bed. I started to caress my pussy, softly, gently pinching and pulling it, thinking about him. I got wet, freaking turned on, thinking about him doin' things to me...ooooh! I spread my legs, imagining him lowering himself on me, waiting to slowly inch his big cock into my virginal pussy. I slipped my finger in, just one first. I was really slippery, moving my finger in and out slowly, sometimes massaging my clit with the same finger. Every time I masturbate, I make these tiny, squealing moans; that's what I was doing that time I was thinking about him.

After a few seconds, I started to use two fingers, pumping them in and out, imagining him fingering me hard and fast, the wet sounds of his fingers going in and out (that TURNS ME ON!). I squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples as I moved my left fingers in and out, imagining that he's the one doing it to me. After a while, I began to think about him masturbating for me, massaging his cock really fast as he is looking at me. I even thought about him jerking his cock off right over my pussy while I'm waiting for him to spurt all over it. That time, and like most times, I end up cumming thinking about a big, pink, veined cock getting jerked off, whether it's my professors or just some random guy jerking off.

I felt the orgasm build after I took my fingers out of my pussy and started to quickly massage my clit. In a few seconds, I started to cum, imagining him gasp as his cock starts to spurt his hot cum and he's still moving his hand up and down...mmmm...While I was thinking about this, I quickly stopped massaging my clit and pumped my fingers into my pussy deep and fast, which started to gush a little bit until the orgasm ripped through me. The sounds of my fingers moving in and out my wet pussy pushed me further over the edge. That mental image of my professor or some guy jacking off in front of me until his milky, white cum bubbles or jets out of his cock gets me off EVERY TIME!

When I thought about my professor that night, I had the most intense, wettest orgasm! I couldn't believe it! I had even made a big wet spot on my bed!



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