During my second year of college, I found myself in a rough spot.

I was studying on a sports scholarship, so every second I breathed was about rowing. I was the fittest I’d ever been in my life, but mentally, I was resentful.

Watching my friends as they all went off and enjoyed the good parts of college life while I had 5 o’clock practice every morning was killing me. I finally had enough and quit the team. It was a bummer that my so — called “free ride” was over; I now had to apply for student loans like everyone else. I started studying business and political science with the aim of going into entertainment law one day. Without my mind stuck on rowing, I could actually enjoy my classes.

My political theory course was in a massive lecture hall, taught by one of the oldest professors on campus. Although he was a dinosaur in khakis, the course had a number of teaching assistants who led our tutorial groups.

On the first day of my tutorial, I walked into the classroom and saw the hottest woman I had ever seen. She was in her late twenties, tall with slender shoulders, long blonde hair, and a slim waist set off by a huge, round ass. I am an ass man, for sure, and this one was unstoppable.

As I scrambled for a seat near her, watching where she would go, I realized she wasn’t sitting down at all.

“Hey guys, my name is Lily and I’ll be your TA this semester,” she said, half flipping through her textbook and half looking out into the room.

I spent that entire hour fighting off fantasies of fucking her juicy, fat ass. By the time our tutorial was done, my brain was stir — fried. I had to jerk off the minute I got back to my place. How the fuck was I going to concentrate for an entire semester with Lily as my TA?

I looked forward to every tutorial, even though it was a torturous battle between my brain and my boner. It’s so cliché to have a crush on your teacher, but I couldn’t help it. I had crushed on my elementary school teachers, and every dude at my high school lusted after Miss Baker, the insanely hot art teacher who flirted with all the seniors. But this was college, and Lily wasn’t that much older than me. There was a sliver of possibility.

After I trained my cock to calm down, I could focus on my schoolwork. I was too nervous to participate in the group discussions in front of Lily, so I let the mouthy know — it — alls blabber on while I worked my ass off on my papers. It paid off. Every time, Lily awarded me with an “A” in red marker. During tutorials, she would get up and walk around the room as she spoke, and each time she passed me, she would stop, her ass a few inches from my chin, like she was a sadist, torturing me on purpose. Then she would touch her hand down on my desk, turn around to smile at me, and continue her pacing.

I turned her around, pulled up her dress, and she wiggled her thong down to her knees.

One night I was out with my friends at a crowded bar off campus. After a few drinks, I went to take a piss and noticed Lily walking toward the ladies’ room. This was my chance. She saw me and walked over, beaming.

“Shouldn’t you be at home studying tonight?” she teased. “Big paper due tomorrow, after all.”

“I needed a break,” I said. “Besides, I’ve already finished.”

“Well, look at you,” she sort of purred as she gently guided me over against the wall, away from the drunken idiots filtering in and out the bathrooms. Now she was sidled up close, smiling as she tucked her hair behind her ear and pushed her body closer to mine. She smelled like vanilla and wine.

“Come on,” she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. It was small with only two stalls and a lock on the door. Another girl winced at us as she finished washing her hands and left.

Lily pushed the heavy door shut and locked it from the inside. She pulled out a baggie of white powder and offered me a bump. This was really happening.

There was no way I was going to fuck up this chance. I grabbed her by the back of her head and started kissing her. Her mouth was soft and sweet as she swirled her tongue around mine. She led her hands down the front of my pants, rubbing my rock — hard cock, before she ripped down my jeans, dropped to her knees, and took my dick into her mouth. She massaged my balls as she bobbed, pushing my head to the back of her throat, running her tongue all over my shaft, hard and deep, like a cock — hungry pro.

Outside, people started yelling and banging on the door. Lily looked up at me, slobber hanging from her lips to my dick. “We don’t have much time,” she said.

I turned her around, pulled up her dress, and she wiggled her thong down to her knees. She pushed herself against the wall, arching her back as her big, round ass begged for me. I grabbed onto her hips and shoved myself into her dripping wet cunt. She moaned and moved my hand into her mouth, sucking my fingers like a choking device, as I pounded into the soft cushioning of her perfect ass.

Not wanting to come, I pulled out, bent down, and spread her cheeks, running my tongue around her delicious asshole as I reached my hand around and figured her velvety clit. She quivered and reached back, grabbing me by my hair and shoving my face further into her ass. I couldn’t get enough.

“I’m going to fucking come,” she warned through heavy breaths. “Come with me.”

I stood up, shoved myself back into her, and thrusted until I felt her body shake with orgasm. I pulled out just in time and sprayed all over her luscious ass. I collapsed against her back, my dick rubbing between her cheeks.

Spent and satisfied, Lily grabbed some paper towel from the dispenser, wiped off the come, and pulled up her underwear. I was still stunned and speechless as I got myself together. I pulled her in for a hard kiss to kill my awkward silence.

“I think you should see me after class tomorrow,” she smiled.

Needless to say, the rest of the year was aces.

Check out the Full Gallery