November 12, 2024

PreMed Sex Tutoring

21 minutes

Her professor teachers her about orgasms, sucking, raw cocks.

by FatherMarin. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Unlike most of her professors, Dr. Redding spoke with

enthusiasm. He was clearly passionate about the subject material, and enthusiastic about sharing his knowledge with his freshman class. Just how enthusiastic he could be was something she would come to learn in short order. For now, as the professor lectured, her face remained down while she doodled,

one hand covering her brow like a visor. It was all she could do to tune him out. That, and the growing wetness between her legs.

"As you progress through the program and eventually into

your residency, you'll become accustomed to patients being nervous, or shy,

just as you'll become accustomed to your own nervousness. My advice is to not stress

about this process, and to just let things happen naturally. Any questions?"

She hadn't been paying attention to the lecture or the time.

Thank god, she thought, her face flush with embarrassment as she rose to leave

the class.

"Excuse me, would you remain a moment?"

She turned to the professor before glancing around as her other

classmates filed out of the room. "Me?" she asked.

"Yes, if you don't mind?"

"Well, I have work right after this, and it's getting

late..." She looked outside, the sun having nearly set.

"I couldn't help but notice you were distracted

today," Redding said as the last student filed out of the room. This was

the last class of the evening, she knew, and soon they would be alone as most

of the students left for home or the bar.

"Oh. Maybe. Sorry," she said.

"A lot of students find it hard to adjust at the start of

the year. I like to make sure they know I'm available and willing to help with

anything that comes up, or with any needs that may arise. How have you been

adjusting?" Redding walked around around and casually closed the door at

the back of the room before returning to his desk at the front, leaning against

the front of it and crossing his arms. His slacks seemed to pull taught against

his muscular thighs. The bulge in his pants was noticeable. She swallowed,

again that wetness between her legs apparent.

"Fine. No issues, really. Is there something wrong?"

"Not at all. You have a 4.0 this quarter. Normally you're

pretty attentive, but today you hardly looked up once. I thought to check in

with you since we're half-way through the quarter already. How are you finding

the material?"

They'd been studying reproductive systems, and in truth, much of

it was new to her. She'd come from a conservative household and a private

Catholic school, and neither had ever taught her anything much about how her

own body worked, or sex, or what to do with herself when she'd felt aroused,

except that anything outside of marriage--even masturbation--was a sin. It was

no wonder that when she began to notice Redding she had a hard time focusing.

"It's...fine," she said, fidgeting nervously in her chair.

She looked up at him, at his broad chest and handsome features--stubbled chin,

blue eyes, shaggy hair. He looked like someone from a shampoo commercial. The

front of his shirt was tucked casually into his pants, belt slightly askance as

he shifted position, ankles uncrossing and crossing again.

Suddenly aware that her nipples were pressing prominently

against her blouse, she pushed her chest forward, unaware of the motion until

she made it.

"I don't have a lot of, um...I mean with the material, I

don't...I haven't..." she trailed off, catching herself again glancing

toward the bulge in his pants before looking quickly away. Was it growing?

"You're a virgin, aren't you? Not much in the way of sex ed

either, I take it?"

She gasped, blushed, felt the heat rise quickly in her chest and

throat and, yes, between her legs.

"Don't worry," Redding said, uncrossing his arms and

gripping the edge of the desk as he leaned back. "It's just as I said in

class: you have to get used to these things, get comfortable talking about sex

and bodies and vaginas and erections and ejaculation. If you're not

comfortable, then your patients aren't going to be comfortable. As doctors,

it's our job to put them at ease."

Redding spoke matter-of-factly, casual, as if he were discussing

what to have for dinner. His candor helped put her at ease and she relaxed a

little, setting her backpack on the floor next to her desk. Perhaps he was

right. Perhaps talking about these things openly and objectively would help put

some of her nerves at ease.

"I've never seen a penis," she said, deciding in the

moment to throw herself out there, as her roommate was constantly encouraging.

This was her professor, a man in a position of respect and authority. He could

be trusted. She could learn from him. If not him, then whom else? "I've

been so focused on studying and working that I haven't had time for a

boyfriend, and school is only going to get harder. I guess I'm just worried

that by the time I do, the first one I see will be a patient's."

Her professor nodded, seeming to consider what she had said. "And

you feel that with your inexperience, your patients won't trust you? That

they'll somehow know you're a virgin?"

He was right. She looked from the window and the setting sun

outside, turning to acknowledge what he had said, but again her gaze went first

to his crotch and for a moment, the words caught in her through.

There was a growing erection. She simply nodded, unable to take

her eyes off it.

"Look," Redding said, taking a step toward her. "I don't often do this, but I want to help you. I want to make sure you succeed. I

can tell your inexperience is really bothering you, and I want to make sure you

can put your mind at ease. If you want, I'd be willing to show you mine. I

moonlight as a nude model every now and then, so I'm used to this anyway. Would

you feel better if you got to see what a penis looked like in real life?"

"Uh huh," she said, unable to speak. Was this really

happening? Was it unethical?

Deeply unethical, her mind screamed. And yet, that wetness

between her legs, the warmth there...

Redding unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. They fell

to the floor. His legs were muscular, black briefs skin-tight against the thick

chords of muscles in his thighs. A large erection there--six inches? Seven? She

couldn't be sure--was apparent.

"I'd show you what a flaccid penis looks like, but one

thing you'll learn about men is that they can't often control when they're

erect. Just accept it when it happens and everything will come naturally after

that. Being a nude model probably helped me more with that than being a doctor,

to be honest. Here, I'll show you," he said, pushing his briefs down to

the floor. Out sprang his cock, and she gasped.

She had seen a dildo at a sex shop once, but seeing the real

thing was something else entirely. He was thick, and well trimmed. A small line

of hair rain up his navel. She felt dizzy.

"Notice that I am circumcised," he said, taking

another step. He was close now, within reach. She squirmed in her seat, again

aware of her erect nipples, the wetness between her legs, heat in her neck and

chest.

He continued.

"If I were not," he said, taking his cock in his hand

and moving it so she could see it from another angle, "a layer of foreskin

would conceal the head of my penis, and it would retract as I entered my

partner, or masturbated."

She could smell his cologne. Faint, earthy. Sandalwood, maybe,

or vanilla.

"You've never performed oral sex before, have you?"

She shook her head.

"Give me your hand."

He reached for her, and, head spinning, heart pounding, she took

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