Where it happened: My apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My name is Emma. When I was 19 years old I moved from Sweden to Los Angeles and began going to Santa Monica College. I was taking an art history class and my teacher was a 39-year-old man. He reminded me a bit of Harrison Ford; rugged and handsome. I had always been attracted to older men because of their confidence and masculinity.
He was very good teacher and I found him sexy as well. I had always been more attracted to older men since I can remember. Mostly because they were so masculine and in the back of my mind I pictured them as having bigger, thicker cocks than the young boys I had dated. I was not a virgin but had never had sex with anyone over 20 years old. I fantasized a lot and got so horny imagining I could get an older man to want to fuck me.
This is about my first time with such a real man.
My instructor and I talked a lot after class and I had a feeling he was attracted to me because of the way he got kind of nervous and fidgety. In class I sometimes caught him looking at me “that way.” I had been a model in Sweden and knew older men were very attracted to me. I am six feet tall with long thin legs, short blond hair, blue eyes and tan skin. Plus I work out a lot so I have a nice tight body. I know I look my age but most people think I’m still 18; not that ever stopped older men from hitting on me. In fact, most of them like the fantasy of hoping they could fuck a hot teenager.
In class – to be flirtatious – I would sometimes sit in front wearing short skirts with white-see-through panties. Then open my legs just enough for him to see my pussy. I would look at my books so he would feel free to stare; never realizing I knew he was looking. It got me so hot to know I could get him so horny – maybe even give him a hard-on behind his desk.
One day after class the instructor suggested we should get coffee; get to know each other better. (He used my being from Sweden as an excuse to talk.) I agreed and we went to Starbucks on Melrose and talked for a few hours. I was really nervous. Though I fantasized about having sex with an older man, I never thought it would actually happen and I knew he wanted me.
It started to get chilly outside so I suggested we go to my apartment around the corner. We could continue our conversation and I could show him pictures of my home in Sweden.
Although he didn’t show it, I could sense his sexual desire. And I got so horny I felt my pussy getting wet. After all, I was only 19 and he was 39; old enough to be my dad. I assumed he probably fantasized about young girls a lot; being a teacher and always having to look at them, especially the way girls dress today.
When we got to my apartment he sat on the couch. He kept saying things like “I can’t believe how young you are” and “you’re so mature for your age.” I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When I came back he was laying on the couch with his hands behind his head. He continued talking and I walked closer to him. I knew I would have to make the first move. (He would hesitate considering my age and being fearful of losing his teaching job.)
I straddled him throwing my legs on either side and sat on top of him. I kept thinking: “I can’t believe this is actually going to happen.” We kept talking; trying to act like nothing was happening. And although we were both wearing jeans I began to feel his cock growing hard under me. I started to get a nervous pit in my stomach, a little scared. I might not be able to stop things if I wanted to.
By now I could feel my pussy getting really wet. I had just gotten it waxed smooth the day before so I could feel my juices soaking my panties. With no hair in the way my pussy lips were oh-so slippery. I knew he could sense my sexual anxiety and excitement. And I could definitely feel his.
Making up my mind, I stood up and beckoned: “So come to the bedroom, it’s where my photo album is.” I went first; he followed. Next to my bed I turned around and looked at him wordlessly. With my hands shaking I started unbuttoning, then unzipping, his jeans.
He just stood there and stared with his mouth half open. I knew he wasn’t expecting that. But I couldn’t wait any more. I was so horny; I wasn’t scared. My lust was stronger than my fear.
My fantasy tumbled out: Wanting to do it with an older man.
Then his: Wanting me since classes started; turned on I was only 19; so young, so beautiful.
We didn’t kiss. Not even once. We weren’t interested in each other with a lover’s intimacy. We both just wanted to experience our own fantasy. His, to fuck a hot teen; mine, to be fucked by older guy; really hard, really good.
When I got his pants to his ankles I looked at his boxer shorts; could see his huge cock bulging; a wet spot dampening the head. Seeing how hard I made him without even touching him, I was so hot, felt butterflies in my stomach. How horny he must be; wanting to push his cock into a teen’s tight pussy. “I’m so glad it’s going to be mine” I thought to myself.
He took off his shirt, stepped out of his jeans. I pulled his shorts down, careful not to touch his cock. I stared at that fully erect member. My mouth must have dropped; it was so thick, the head so huge. It definitely was how I imagined an older man’s cock – at least seven inches; bulging veins, a thick head blushing burgundy.
I unbuttoned my own jeans and shirt, pulled them off and stood facing him– naked save for my soaking thong. Spread legs, lush boobs, inviting eye’s a come-hither look; all greeted his ramrod straight cock; his lascivious appraisal. I turned around, climbed on the bed doggy-style. He got a good look at my wet bald lips showing through the skimpy fabric.
I reached and slowly pulled the fabric off, tossed the panties aside; exposing my bare, teenage pussy. As I peeked over my shoulder he was staring, lightly rubbing his cock.
My pussy was so wet; lips swollen; pink slit gaping, juices soaking the inside of my thigh. I was so horny. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. Fuck my tight, young pussy with his thick, older man’s cock. I kept thinking over and over: “I’m going to get fucked by an older man. I’m going to get fucked by an older man.” It got me so hot knowing how much older he was.
For an endless moment he stood there – taking in my perfectly smooth, wet, teen sex. He couldn’t believe I was totally giving myself; giving my body to do as he wanted.
Then, it was time.
Time for him to have his way.
My legs were shaking so bad I almost collapsed. But as he climbed behind me – pussy within striking distance – he grabbed my hips, gently steadied me.
Over my shoulder I watched his right hand grab the base of his cock; a cock so hard it was twitching. Felt him slip the head into my wet slit and slowly rub that big rod up and down the soft, slippery lips. I was so hot feeling his heat, how hard he was. “Oh shit, he is 39 years old! I can’t believe he’s really going to fuck me!” I thought.
With his cock head wet with my juices, he couldn’t wait. He slowly pushed in. I gasped, feeling hot flesh go deep; breathed in sharp puffs as it slowly slid down, down to my depths. My pussy was being stretched by his big cock head. That’s when I realized how tight I really was around him. He started moaning: “Your pussy’s so hot…so tight”
Instantly I started cumming. I could feel my juices flowing onto his thick cock. His hands pulled us even closer. With one, slow, steady motion his cock was all the way. I felt my inmost flesh stretch; making room for the thick shaft. “Oh… Ohmygod!” I moaned as that big cock filled me so deep I could feel his balls against my pussy’s outer lips!
He stayed motionless. Then pulled out. . . and pushed all the way in. Teasing, he pulled out again and as I peeked over my shoulder I saw most of his shaft – so wet and so hard – still twitching.
Again his cock sunk into me, then out, then in. Over and over, faster and faster. I was in so much pleasure I came again; could feel my pussy tighten, soak him with my cum. His cock felt so good, so big, so thick. I loved it so much. How hot he was. How I could hear my wetness slishing as he thrust.
He must have felt it too. He was moaning: “Oaah…ummh…oaah;” stuff like that, really loudly. And because his fucking and his cock were so good I was screaming: “Óhmygod….ohmygod…..don’t stop ….ohmygood;” a crescendo of ecstasy so loud I was sure the neighbors would hear. I looked back and saw his eyes closed, his mouth wide open.
His moans became word fragments: “Your pussy’s so good….so hot…so tight… so smooth…. I’ve never…….” It really turned me on, knowing how good it felt for him to fuck my tight, bald, teenage pussy – my pussy that was giving this 39-year-old man so much pleasure.
We fucked a long time. I came three more times soaking his cock each time. I was so wet, he must have had my cum dripping off his balls.
Finally I could feel him swell, and, if it was possible, get even harder inside of me. He stopped; pulled out completely and muttered: “I don’t want to ruin it for you by cumming – at least not yet.”
(Ruin it for me? Typical male. I’d already cum five times and of course I wanted more! ) I screamed: “YES . . . YES!”
Before the words left my lips he was ramming his cock, fucking harder, faster and deeper. It felt so good as he slammed into me; twitching, swelling, groaning; then exploding hot, thick waves of cum to my depths.
“Ohmygod . . . ohmygod!” I cried as I came a final time, felt him fill me; so much it started dripping out even as he was pumping, giving me more.
When his pulsing finally stopped and his cock slowly lost its stiffness he pulled out.
We both sat for a while, breathing hard, sweating. Eventually I went to clean up. We put our clothes back on. And after a few more words he went home.
Not more than 30-minutes had elapsed.
I never fucked him again.
So there it is. My fantasy that really happened and was better than I ever could imagine.
I ended up moving back to Sweden but I thought about him whenever my boyfriend fucked me from behind. (Just as I am sure my instructor thought about me when he fucked older girls – wishing they could be as tight – and young – as I was for him.)
I eventually got married to a guy my age. I told him this story one night when he asked about my best sex experience. It got him so horny I decided to write it down. He said it got him extra hot to hear how much pleasure his wife got . . . and could give.
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