Urmi had a thing for mature men. The charm of grey hair, sharp features, and a sense of maturity in bed have fascinated her thoughts – awake and in her dreams. Hence, when she finally got a chance to devour a mature man (Read: Urmi’s mature connection), she grabbed it with both her hands. Pun intended.
It was a tough gig to follow until she bumped into her college professor, Mr Dikshit. He is now in his 50s. Urmi had a huge crush on him back in the day, and she had confessed accidentally seeing his dick, a story that she’s embarrassed to narrate but enjoys” in her personal space.
Mr Sanket Dikshit comes from a sports background. Even at this age, his broad shoulders and well-built physique are a testament to that. The only difference reflected in him since college was the curtain of spectacles that masked his piercing brown eyes.
When Urmi woke up the next day, she felt wetness around her pussy. I noticed her predicament and wiped her juices with my finger, smelling it with increased interest.
“What were you up to last night?” I raised my eyebrows, teasing her.
She hid her face, slightly embarrassed but satisfied with what had transpired. Her flushed cheeks indicated a dream that was worth getting wet for. It only took me a few moments to validate my conclusion.
Meeting Dikshit sir earlier had churned out old memories, mostly memorable but also naughty ones. The ones that she “enjoyed” in her personal space.
“I dreamt about having sex with Dikshit sir in our classroom,” Urmi said as she finally came out of her faux embarrassment. Her eyes lit up as those words fell out of her mouth. The mere thought of finding herself under her professor was enough to get her wet.
She lay down, her head sunk into the pillow. Eyes looking for an answer on the ceiling – only if that dream had ever been a reality. I held her close, her naked body finding the much-needed warmth from me, not Dikshit Sir. Urmi’s body yearned for intimacy at that moment rather than just sex.
I gently rolled my hand over her bare nipples, still finding comfort from her dream. As our eyes locked, she smiled, and we kissed passionately. I could sense her feelings passing through me. “Why don’t we help you find pleasure by going over your dream!” I posed rhetorically.
Urmi smiled, knowing that her feelings were safe with me. She could open up about her wildest dreams, even after all our sexual adventures so far. For her, this was more than being just pounded with lust. It was about a strong connection.
I propped myself on one hand, facing her sideways. She was still lying flat, her mind drifting between the present and her dream. Urmi had spread her legs, though, as if anticipating a pleasure that she had never experienced before.
To make the most of this experience, I kept her vibrator at hand for that added boost. I gently teased my finger over her pussy, which was now feeling a bit warm. Urmi bit her lips, desperately trying to keep her eyes open. She tried to live her dream through me again.
“It was just the two of us in our old classroom, the one on the 2nd floor where most of our lectures were held.” Urmi started narrating her dream.
“But I was this version of myself, not the younger one, but sir was still the same, probably in his 30s.” My finger was still just grazing her pussy, stimulating her thoughts rather than masturbating.
“Sir used to wear jeans back then, and it accentuated his strong ass perfectly. We knew he used to work out daily,” Urmi continued. “However, I was wearing my night shorts and a tubeless top. The ones which I wore yesterday.”
“I was sitting on his desk, instead of the bench, with my legs folded, rapt in his lecture. Sir approached me and tapped my cheeks to ascertain if I was paying attention. As I didn’t respond, he moved his hand on my bare thighs, gently caressing them, stopping just short of my groin.”
At this point, I started circling my finger over her clitoris, which waswet. It felt like Urmi was in a therapy session, telling me her deep desires while simultaneously enjoying its after-effects.
“I hugged sir immediately. He responded with equal gusto as if waiting for this moment to happen. His hand bravely explored my ass, realising that I wasn’t wearing a panty. I’m sure he felt my nipples tighten because he was moving his chest rapidly over them. I don’t know when his jersey disappeared.”
“Sir sat me down on his desk and, in one swift motion, stripped my shorts. I sat in front of him with my legs wide open, baring my pussy to him, soft and wet.”
I inserted my finger in Urmi’s pussy, who started pulling it inside her. At a snail’s pace, I started fingering her. Urmi opened her eyes once to come back to reality, only to find herself naked here as well.
“Can you lick it?” It was more of an order than a question. I went down on her, my face buried inside that beautiful valley of hers, which was about to be devoured by me, in reality, and by Dikshit sir in her dreams.
“Oh, sir!” Urmi moaned repeatedly. The bridge between her dream and reality was shortening. I could feel her pussy tightening, not sure if Dikshit sir had already inserted his infamously famous dick inside her.
Back in college, during one of their field trips, Urmi had accidentally seen Dikshit sir’s dick. Fortunately, the embarrassment was saved for both of them, as he never noticed Urmi’s presence. However, that became a core memory for Urmi.
To tease her further, I asked, “Has Dikshit sir entered inside you yet?”
“No, not yet. He’s fondling with my boobs, cupping them with his strong hands.”
Eventually, it came out. Diskhit sir removed his jeans for Urmi to ogle at his dick unabashedly. This time, though, Urmi held it, gliding her hand over it, feeling every sinew.
“Sir has already turned me around, feeling my ass with his dick. I can feel his juices sticking randomly to my skin. He’s wet enough to penetrate me.” Urmi smiled subconsciously, hoping for it to happen soon.
I grabbed her vibrator, set it on normal mode, and moved over her pussy as Dikshit sir started penetrating her doggy style. Urmi clutched the pillows tightly, experiencing unreal and real pleasure simultaneously. I gradually increased the dildo’s force.
Dikshit sir seemed to have increased his pace. Urmi was now moaning and panting loudly. “Sir’s going hard inside me now!” She turned her face and bit her right bicep muscle to muffle her moan but was unsuccessful. The dildo was now lodged deep inside Urmi’s pussy.
Her dream was interrupted. Mrs Sharma (her physics professor) had entered the classroom. But she stood there chatting nonchalantly with Mr Dikshit. She left a minute later as Dikshit sir removed his dick from Urmi’s dripping pussy.
He lifted Urmi and made her sit on his desk. Her legs spread wide open. He was probably going for the last hurrah.
“Sir, can you explain this concept to me again?” Urmi’s dream had wavered a little. She was just a student once again. Dikshit sir stood naked in front of the board, his pre-cum forming a string at the tip of his penis. He quickly summarised the concept for her.
The bell rang outside the classroom just as Dikshit sir started stroking his dick. In reality, Urmi’s alarm prevented her from fulfilling her desire. Both she and Mr Dikshit were left high and dry in the dream.
However, in real life, the vibrator had done its trick. Urmi’s hip was pulsating with a rush of orgasm, her body twisting. She had gripped the vibrator firmly with her vaginal muscles, thinking of it as Dikshit’s sir dick.
As her orgasm calmed down, she slowly loosened her grip on the vibrator. I pulled it out gently, finding it sticky like I had never seen before. Urmi enjoyed this little exercise to fulfil her long-pending desire.
“How did that feel?” I asked, looking at her and then at the vibrator.
“It couldn’t get more real!” Urmi voiced her satisfaction. She pulled me close and started kissing me passionately. My arousal was incomprehensible throughout this dream. I was amazed and jealous of Dikshit, sir.
“I need an actual dick right now,” Urmi managed to blurt out between our kisses. It didn’t take me much time to slip inside her warm pussy. She pulled me in with the same force as Dikshit sir some time back.
Her vigour was unparalleled at that moment. More than me penetrating her, she was stroking my penis with her pussy. Her body was rubbing against mine. But her mind was still clouded by her dream, having been awakened by a harmless alarm clock.
“Fuck me, sir! Fuck me, sir!” Her emotions were screaming as I pretended to be Dikshit sir. Her pussy wanted to feel the muscles of a penis rubbing inside her, giving her much-needed satisfaction.
I enjoyed the lust that was flowing out of her. It didn’t take me much time to release my cum inside her, dousing the fire that had engulfed her dream. My penis throbbed inside her pussy, having been pushed to its limit, matching Urmi’s flaming lust.
“Thank you for that!” Urmi’s voice was finally restored. She was cleaning up my cum, and her juices that were flowing like some confluence.
“I hope I managed to match Dikshit sir’s prowess?” I asked, hoping to get a satisfactory remark.
“Oh, you did more than that!” An appreciative smile spread across Urmi’s face.