A collegiate sex story called "Not Your Mama's Missionary."

Do you remember the first time you've had sexual relations? The first time? Did it happen when you were still young? Innocent? Are you shy? Are you absolutely completely natural at it? As a child in a traditional Italian household that was a strict anti-sex culture, everything related to sexual relations was strictly prohibited in my house and the subject of sex was not permitted.

We attended church on Sundays and on my sixteenth birthday, I let my mother make me promise that I would never let anyone other than my husband hurt me. She didn't realise that the bees and birds literally were letting my nectar flow from an extremely young age. Oh! the irony.

I got my fair number of second bases throughout high school.

I was a child and my innocent girlish looks made me feel more comfortable. college was a brand new arena to play in. My first introduction was Kayden, the baseball player who was everyone's favourite. Then there was Jonah who was the lead guitarist of the rock group.

My very favorite sex tale was one with John who was our humble Biology assistant. John was a tall, slim guy with a body that was to die for under the baggy sweatshirts.

I enjoyed playing with John as well as making him feel uncomfortable in our lab sessions. He tried his best to remain professional, and respectful of the boundaries we shared however, I was able to tell that he was getting into the harmless flirting.

I would see him stare at me in class, only to turn away when I noticed his gaze. was he concocting stories of sex about me? The only thing I required was a single moment, and it was to occur right after we had finished our examinations. It was during his office hours within the professor's office and I made the decision to take my first step.

I knocked on his front door pretending to be in need of clarification about my answer for a particular question I had skipped on the test.

I wore a red skirt and a tight V-neck blouse , which highlighted my best features.

We were taught in every classroom that a strong opening sentence is like a mini-skirt - brief enough to draw attention and long enough to fully cover the topic.

I wish my English teacher had known the opening sentence I was about to say today as I created my own sex-related story! There he was, in an emerald-blue navy polo with khakis and famous glasses for nerds. His blue eyes, deep blue eyes, and tanned skin caused me to wonder what was underneath that shirt.

I was lost in my thoughts about him, and he was at the desk, when I heard him call my name two times. "Hannah! Are you with me Hannah?" he questioned from across the desk that I was lying on my dreamy bed.

He stepped up and began walking toward me, rubbing his hands over my head. "Are you alright?" he asked with a worried look.

"Uh I'm not sure. I'm feeling a bit nervous," I chimed. He asked me to sit on Mr. Greyson's sofa while he took me a glass of drinking water at the fountain. It was cold faux-leather fabric on my back legs as I sat upon the couch. My skirt fell over my knees as I relaxed.

He sat next to me holding a glass of water in his palm, asking if I was okay.

His eyes swiftly glanced at my legs. I felt his fingers upon my hip. "Please do not stress about the test. I'm sure you'll be able to pass," he assured me.

He stared straight at me without realising that my legs had extended in response to his hands over my hip. I asked to get him to award me a high grade as I was unable to take the class again.

He got up, went straight to the door, then shut it with a slow closing. "We will ensure that this will never occur," he said as returned to sit close to me, much more close this time.

His hands landed to my thigh, slightly higher and I could feel his face get close to my face.

"You like to tease me I bet you don't? Let's see how this cute little girl takes being teased." the man told me with a wicked look on his face.

Then his hand was making its way into my small mound of public hair and was rubbing my clit. It gave me a kiss like hungry teens with his other hand in my pants as he rubbed my clit my sexy like a pig.

He took no time taking off my shirt and sucking into my bosoms which drove me crazy. He then pushed me back onto the couch, removed my pants, then felt me wet using both of his fingers. He slid them up to my lips, and I took my love juices from his hands like a real girl who is looking for sexual intimacy.

He took off his pants and moved closer to give me an intimate view of his hard-hitting cock. In a flash, I realised that the guy was in the middle; his manhood was pounding at my door, and smelling my pussy juices dripping. There I was, putting out missionary fashion in a way that was not what my mom's definition of a missionary was!

He was grinding his hips my pussy

The sensation of his strong dick just on my g-spot, he was thrusting deeper with each stroke. I lifted my hips as if I was a natural, and then matched his thrusts, and wrapped me around his body. I felt a tingle down my spine as I stepped in first. He was still moving.

I had no idea that the nerd I was watching would turn out to be a sex-god disguised. His movements got more intense and when I thought I was about to get him the sex-god, he began to shoot his passions all around my breasts. "Now this should earn you an A -," He smiled.

We cleaned up and got dressed just in time to be able to hear another student knock on the door of his room.

I've had my fair share of sex tales later. However, a simple missionary on the couch of my professor was the most enjoyable sex I have ever experienced.