Hello, my name is Yigit. I am 33 years old. I am working as a lecturer at a university. At the university, I was assigned to work and develop some projects. But 4 years ago, due to a very urgent staff change, I had to take an Art History course for half a semester. I was 29 at the time and excited as this was my first class. I had never taught at university before. It was a little relief for me to be going to the first-year class.

After the day I entered my first class, I started to relax a little more. The performance I will show here was also important for my advancement within the university. So I was trying not to make any critical mistakes.

But there was a girl I always met eye to eye during classes. Her name is Burçin. She was an extremely intelligent and beautiful girl who attended classes constantly, had a very strong interaction within the class. He impressed me a lot with his point of view on the subject, the way he handled the problems, and the way he found and corrected the mistakes I made.

After a few lessons, I couldn’t get Burçin out of my mind anymore. Burçin was only a 19-year-old girl with a height of around 1.75, like a sapling, very beautiful and cute, not wearing make-up and relying on her natural beauty. She was super cute with her pale skin and dark blonde hair.

Her physique was as impressive as her beauty. Her breasts were medium-sized and firm, her hips curved and protruding. Burçin impressed me in every way. But there was a problem, I was married! How was I going to get this girl off my mind? How would I do this? I never knew.

With these thoughts in mind, I went to class one day. The lesson continued with our mutual dialogues and glances with Burçin. When the lesson was over, while I was clearing my desk, Burçin came to me with a smiling face and said.

“How are you teacher?” said. I replied to him in the same way. I was trying to look relaxed, but I was awkwardly nervous in front of this girl ten years younger than me. We were chatting with Burçin on the way back to my room where I work.

Since I was in the arts department, I was doing some sculpture, ceramics and canvas work. Burçin heard about these from somewhere(!) and wanted to ask me something about it. to Burçin,

“I was wondering how you learned so much about me without asking me?” I said. Burçin hesitated a little and

“I just looked at the university’s page…” he said. I knew that there wasn’t that much information on that page. Burçin had done a great research about me. With this dialogue, cornering Burçin a little bit, I regained my self-confidence and joy. Burçin broke her second pot in my workshop. smiling,

“No ring on your finger today!” said. I smiled and

“So you’re paying that much attention?” I said. Her cheeks suddenly turned red,

“No, it just caught my eye…” he said. I liked the little flirtations with him like this.

On the one hand, I was thinking of my wife and I felt remorseful, but on the other hand, I could not help myself from these flirtations. Burçin toured my workshop and

“These are lovely!” he said, impressed. I thanked him and continued to do my unfinished business. Burçin also sat on a chair and watched me for minutes while I was working.

This started to become our routine after a while. When Burçin was not in class, she was constantly coming to me and watching me while I was working. One day,

“I want to do something too!” said.

I said, “You will have a workshop lesson in your second year, then you will do it a lot…”

“But I want it already. Is it bad, my hand habit is formed!” said.

“Well then!” I said. Burçin sat down in front of a blank canvas. I showed him a few simple drawing techniques and

“Let’s get started. I leave you to your imagination!” I said. I went back to the sculpture I made myself.

Two or three hours had passed, speaking of chat and work. to Burçin,

“That’s it for today!” I said. He went to Burçin and said, “Let’s see what you did today?” I said.

When I looked at the canvas, I was in awe. Since Burçin was working right in front of me, I couldn’t see what he was drawing. Burçin had drawn me during all that working time while I was making my sculpture.

“This… this is amazing! Were you that good at drawing?” I said. Burchin laughed and shook his head. Him,

“If you were, why didn’t you stop me while I was explaining those simple drawing techniques?” I asked. Burcin,

“You were explaining so well, I didn’t want to interrupt!” said.

This girl had found something to pick me up after all that was going on. I realized that I really enjoyed spending time with him. I realized that I was constantly waiting for him to come. I think our flirtation was moving to the next level. He never called me teacher when we were alone, and he always called me by my name…

One day, while Burçin was painting, I was behind him and I was checking his brush strokes and showing some places. Being right behind him, hearing his wonderful scent, had a profound effect on me. It was hard for me not to bend over and leave a kiss on his neck. After a while, taking a deep breath,

“I think it’s done…” I said and let go of his hand. Otherwise, I would not be able to bear it and there would be irreversible things. Burçin looked a little sadly,

“Thank you!” said. It was as if he too was pleased with this intimacy and was sad that it was over. I went back to my own desk and started working; But my hands were shaking.

After a while, I went outside to have a cigarette to calm down. This girl was impressing me. When I was alone, I was always thinking of getting rid of him, but when I was with him, I couldn’t stand his smiling face and put all my sails into the water.

Again, on the day we have a study, I let it out of my mouth that my wife will go to her family for two weeks, and complaining,

“Who will cook the meals now?” I said. I think Burçin must have thought that I was saying this to give her a message.

“I can cook for you!” said. Thinking you’re joking, laughing

“It will be fine!” I said. But Burçin was very serious and

“I can come to cook if you let me know the night your wife is gone!” said. Realizing that the situation was serious,

“I don’t want you to tire yourself out!” I said.

“What do you mean, it’s my pleasure!” she said, and then, “I mean cooking… I love cooking!” he added. I had nothing to say, all I had to do was not remind him of that again. But Burçin every two days,

“I hope you like my dishes!” and he was constantly warming up to this subject… The day my wife left, I told Burçin,

“My wife is gone today!” I said forcedly…

“Then I’m coming in the evening!” he said with a big smile. ‘It’s possible!’ I nodded my head.

At first I thought of ditching him by going out to eat, but I planned not to take it too far, thinking that he would definitely want to come to my house in the next two weeks.

I also wanted this, but I had fears. Would my wife somehow find out about this? Would there be more rapprochement between Burçin and me? I was afraid of these and more.

When we were done that evening, we left the university and returned home together. I was excited. When I parked the car, I was acting very strangely and quickly, as if I was sneaking someone into the house.

I opened the outer door of the apartment and immediately went inside. Burçin was looking at me strangely and could not make sense of my situation. I went up to my top floor apartment and opened the door. I took a deep breath as I walked in and closed the door. I invited Burçin to the hall and

“Can we have a coffee each?” I said.

“I will do it!” she said, but I told her I wanted to make my specialty coffee.

I mixed a little honey and milk into the coffee I had specially brewed and gave it to Burçin. When you take the first sip,

“Fantastic!” said. smiling,

“My own invention!” I replied.

We started chatting with Burçin. For a while, while he was telling his own story, I was lost in thought, I was looking at Burçin.

She was in front of me, wearing a T-shirt inside a shirt she left open, a normal jeans she wore underneath, and her hair casually gathered with a hairpin, with her no make-up face. She was much, much prettier than my wife, who spent tons of money on makeup, bought the most stylish and expensive dresses, and spent a lot of money on her personal care every month.

“Hey! Where did you dive into?” I came to myself. smiling,

“You’re beautiful!” I said. Then I suddenly came to my senses and said, “Well…”, but I couldn’t continue my sentence. What would I say? After Burçin thanked him with a shy smile,

“Let me start cooking!” he got up. He went to the kitchen and I followed him to tell him where the things were.

While I was sitting on the chair in the kitchen drinking my second coffee, he started cooking. He looked extremely attractive as he was… He was doing everything so meticulously that he was astonishingly meticulous and detailed. I couldn’t even compare Burçin with my wife, who learned how to break two eggs after she married me.

“You know, my wife learned to cook from me when she got married. His mother and father had cooks at home. I am very good at cooking, but people want to enjoy cooking with their partner. He never had such a request!” I said.

“Then you can help me by starting to chop those lettuce!” said.

“With pleasure!” I got up from my seat and went to the kitchen counter and started chopping the lettuce. I was having a great time with this girl. We didn’t cook very special meals, but what we ate that day was the sweetest meal I’ve ever tasted.

After the meal, we poured ourselves a nice red wine and went to the living room and sat on the sofa and started chatting. Our interests were very similar. We were constantly giving each other information about different things we were interested in, and we were discussing them.

I talked to my wife more than I did during my two years of marriage. In those few months, I talked to Burçin.

When our glass of wine was finished, Burçin wanted to get up to fill another glass, but holding her hand,

“Sit down, never mind the wine!” I said. Burçin sat down and looked me in the eyes with a sweet smile.

“Very pleasant to chat with you!” I said.

“Likewise with you!” he replied. I started to open up all my feelings to him.

“I’ve been fascinated by you for a long time. I actually tried to stop myself, but I can’t. You’re taking me away You are such a storm that I cannot resist your influence..!” I said.

Burçin was listening to me with her mouth and ears. When I finished speaking, I bent down and kissed him softly on the lips. He didn’t say anything, nor did he object. I bent down and kissed him once more, lasting just a little longer.

Burçin was also slowly responding to me. Our intermittent kisses were now continuous, our lips no longer parting. We were kissing as we wanted.

I put my hand on Burçin’s soft neck and started to caress. The fire was getting hot as we kissed… While kissing Burçin, I grabbed her hand and lifted her up and we started walking towards my bedroom.

When we entered my bedroom, we both knew that there was no going back now. No one wanted it to come back or end. I took Burçin by the hips and laid her on the bed and started kissing more passionately by getting between her legs.

Burçin was under me and he was moaning and sucking my lips. I took off his shirt, took off his shirt and threw it aside. She wore a plain, plain pink bra that covered her white breasts. That straight bra looked so sexy to me…

I started kissing the tops of her breasts as I unclipped her bra. When she completely freed her breasts from the bra, I began to suckle. I was attacking those medium-sized, erect breasts like a hungry child…

He pushed me lightly. I got up on my knees and he took off my shirt and threw it aside. So I took off my pants, just left with boxers. I lay on the bed and let myself go to him. Burçin slowly took out the boxer. He paused for a few seconds when he saw my upturned dick. It was clear that he was excited. He took my dick and started stroking it. Then she took off her buckle and bent down and began to suck lightly.

It was very amateurish. He could only swallow his head and some more gold. I dipped my hands into his hair and started guiding him. It took a few minutes for him to get all of my dick in his mouth, but we finally got a good fit. As in everything else, we had a good sleep in the bed.

He started stroking my balls while sucking my dick. After a while he got up on his knees. I laid her on the bed and took off her pants while I planted kisses on her belly button. She was left in front of me with only a pink flat panty.

He seemed ashamed. I pulled her panties off lightly. Her hairless, small-lipped pussy was in front of me now. I spread her legs slightly and put my hand on her cunt. Burçin shyly,

“I.. I’ve never done it before…” he said. I was surprised

“So you’re a virgin?”

“Yeah… Actually, I’ve never kissed a guy before…” I was going to be this girl’s first to have sex.
I spread her legs apart and slowly started to lick that virgin pussy. Burçin was writhing on the bed, groaning with pleasure. His body was dancing in front of me. I kept licking her cunt holding my hands on her legs.

It was so well watered that I was one hundred percent sure that Burçin was enjoying it. I wanted to lick her cunt until I relaxed her, but to my surprise, she had an early orgasm. She was the girl with the earliest orgasm among the women I’ve slept with. looking into my eyes,

“This was so different…” he said and began to lie down, panting.
Lifting Burçin’s legs up and pushing them back, I slowly started to slice the pink and narrow asshole that emerged. I wasn’t going to take your virginity today and I was going to try our first relationship from behind.

He was a little taken aback, but then, under the influence of a different taste, he left everything under my control. After a long lick of her asshole, I took her legs over my shoulders and

“It will hurt a little bit, but trust me you will enjoy it!” I said. He closed his eyes tightly and nodded, ‘Okay!’ meaning nod.
I leaned in closer, pressed my dick against his asshole, and then pressed it slowly. His ass hole was very narrow and he was constantly contracting himself. I put my hand on her pussy and started to caress. The more I stroked it, the more relaxed he was, and that’s how he stopped tensing himself.

While I was stroking her cunt, I was slowly getting into her ass. I was getting more pleasure with every inch I got into her ass, and Burçin’s moans were getting louder. I was doing all sorts of things to comfort her and keep her from contracting herself. My tongue was always on the tip of her breasts while my hand was on her cunt… When I finally got to the root,

“Look, you got it all!” I said. Burçin smiled and kissed my lips.

“I bought it because of you, you made me feel so comfortable!” said. As our kisses continued, I slowly started to get in and out of Burçin’s ass. I could feel everything in her tight asshole. It was a real pleasure for me to fuck that warm hole.

Over time, my tide was accelerating and I was pumping harder. Occasionally she would scream, and sometimes she would just make short groans. It was so enjoyable to feel her emotions, to see her face change, that I enjoyed watching her immensely…
Finally, I was close to ejaculation. I rooted it hard in Burçin’s ass and poured my semen into it.

While it was emptying, my eyes were caught by the photo hanging on the wall. It was our wedding photo with my wife. Burçin touched my chest lightly,

“Well, can I get up?” said.

At that moment, I came to myself and slowly got out of Burçin’s ass and threw myself on the bed. Burçin went to the toilet. But strangely, I couldn’t take my eyes off that photo.

Burçin was walking with her legs slightly apart, with the effect of having anal sex for the first time. After a while, he came out of the bathroom and came to me and lay on my chest and kissed my lips.

After resting for a while, I started kissing him again. I could never leave this fresh body. We made love many times that night and fell asleep in the early morning.