The Sexual Awakening

The Prelude

As a young adult, I already had a few sexual partners and enjoyed the attention. However, I had not yet had the sexual awakening that allows a woman to experience an orgasm. Of course, I had masturbated my clitoris and cum before. But I had never felt that spine-tingling sensation running through my entire body when two humans connect on an ethereal level. Years later, I experienced it again when seducing my father-in-law. Even that, though, never compared to my first awakening.

When I entered my first year of college, I grew frustrated that I couldn’t reach the “O” with my boyfriend. He was the typical frat boy, always on the verge of spraying. Sometimes, I’d spread my legs and he’d pop before I even got wet. Clearly, he couldn’t give me the sexual awakening I craved. My pussy yearned for penetration orgasms. I wondered if I would ever have what other women seemed to find so easily. The internal need to get fucked properly began oozing out of me. I started dressing slutty, wearing pheromone scents, and coating my exposed skin with dewy lotions.

Biology 101

One day in biology class, I noticed my professor’s eyes on me. He was a large, broad man who reminded me of Vince Vaughn. He was extremely attractive, but I had never looked at him this way before. Something about the way he ran his eyes up and down me, making sure I noticed, shifted everything. He stared directly into my eyes and licked his lips like a hungry beast. My face flushed; I knew I looked like a tomato. I darted my gaze away, but when I turned to scurry to my seat, I tripped and fell. Professor Sexual Awakening, Prof, for short, sauntered over and offered his hand. Embarrassment consumed me.

I fumbled to place my hand in his when I realized my pussy was completely exposed. The sexual awakening I’ve been craving. He stared directly at it. I had skipped panties under my short skirt. Did I regret it, or secretly want it? He looked crazed with lust but unnervingly composed. As he pulled me up, he whispered in my ear. The hot breath rattled me so much I barely heard the words. He repeated, “Are you okay, Ms. Paige?” Shock hit me, he knew my name in a class of over fifty students. I tried to say “I’m okay,” but it came out as a whimper.

The Sexual Awakening

Prof asked me to check in with him after class to make sure I was okay. I agreed instantly. The entire lecture, my head spun in other places. I didn’t need panties, I needed a diaper. Holding back the urge to finger myself felt like torture. That hour stretched into a delicious agony I wanted again and again.

When the lecture ended, I stayed behind for the sexual awakening. Students filed out while I scribbled meaningless notes. Finally, I walked nervously down to the front. He looked at me and said, “I noticed you seemed distracted during class. I think I know why.” “What? Why?” I stammered. He said, “Remember, I’m a professional. I can help.” The words tumbled out of me: “I’ve been trying to learn how to orgasm during penetration.” He raised his brows. “Oh. I thought you might have a concussion.” Then he smirked, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his cock. “But I’d rather help with your real problem.”

I dropped to my knees and devoured him. As he fucked my throat, I gagged and squirted at the same time. He shoved three fingers inside me, testing my body. My dripping cunt told him everything. He flipped me around, mounted me, and for the next two hours I experienced the sexual awakening I had searched for my entire life.

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