Our classroom was big enough to accommodate 60 children. We were
seated in three rows. I was seated at the far right end and was near the
wall, the one opposite the window. An angle that gave me the advantage
of looking at the board and hiding from the teacher at the same time. I
used it for looking at the teacher, definitely hiding from her.
She was a tall woman, only the boys nearing 6 would be taller than her. She wore saree, which is the traditional dress that a woman would normally wear in India. I would glance over to see her navel the exposed part due to the saree. Her blouse was such that one could not see the cleavage unless one is standing over her and looking down. So there was no chance of any cleavage show. the back of the blouse was also necked properly. Only compensation was that we could sometimes see the strap of the bra. Else there was nothing that she would be flashing. One is very much alert specially when they have to teach in a boy’s school. She knew it with experience, I suppose.
I was a favourite of hers, not the most but she would give an advantage for the good boy that I was. I used this to my advantage as I would make reasons to talk to her. But while in class it was more of the gazing that I did on her. Her navel felt so heavenly to me. I would have traded everything to have them touched and kissed. Her waist wasn’t a toned, specially because the first pregnancy had taken its toll on the belly. But it had become a point of admiration for me, as I would on numerous occasions think about making love with her.
Whenever her saree got raised or shifted due to her movements one could see her navel. At that point I would get knocked out. I would feel something moving. Something deep down that would suddenly change size and remain in that position sometimes threatening with being spotted inspite the clothes on it. Whenever I got a glimpse of her navel my penis would start erecting to its maximum and would urge to be let loose and rode upon. In its undisturbed it was put tight to my stomach and would not lose its place, sometimes sliding sideways, but the underwear ensured that it was close to my stomach. When erect it would try to defy the undies and would try to tear it apart, but for the cloth it couldn’t match against. So it just ended up moving away from my stomach thereby creating a protruding effect in my pants near my groin area which anybody could notice. A careful adjustment with the underwear and the penis would be brought under control but not the erection and I in no way blame the penis for it, as my mind was responsible for the erection because of the feelings it produced and the nervous signals would transfer to the little veins in the penis, that there would be a sudden rush of blood and it would become erect.
How I wished there would be no one but me in the class, so that I could masturbate seeing her or for the best make love with her. And the day came soon, to my delight. It did…
The sun was up there all day from what I remember, until in the afternoon when the clouds started covering it up and hover around over the area where my home was. A few of my clothes were up on the terrace for drying, and I was keeping an eye on the weather from inside of my house. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts over my inner wear. My new neighbours had shifted in two weeks earlier and I was surprised to see one of my teachers had shifted there along with her husband and a kid.
The day I knew she was about to live next to me, I was excited at the sheer thought of it. Why wouldn’t I be. I had always fancied about her, thinking things about her and masturbating to her glorious beauty that was gifted to her. It was like a dream come true. She was also surprised to see me in the next home. We would meet at the bus stop, for our school bus. Sometimes we had a quick talk. Sometimes we didn’t. Mostly there would be greetings exchanged on seeing each other at the stop. I would shy to talk to her in front of the other students. But once back from the school it was a different story. Initially I did not talk. But once she started the conversation, I jumped right in. I have always see her in saree not only in school but also at home. Whenever I did I’d look to have a glimpse of her body, her navel in particular as that would be the only exposed part when a woman wears a saree. She would always wear the saree at her navel, so a few times while she would stretch it could be seen. I always imagined myself kissing her at the navel while she would moan. The saree would also outline one of her boobs which was covered by the bra and a blouse over it, but since the blouse would be a perfect fit, one could make out the size of her boobs. At such occasions my penis would shoot up, erect and stiff inside my underwear. She always got me aroused whenever I saw her. She was one those woman who would make a man want her, and keep her to himself and not to anybody else. She was in the mid 30’s, healthy because of her first pregnancy but not fat. She was fair and tall. Her pregnancy had made her boobs big and round. Someday I would stroke my penis between her breasts, I’d think. But it were all fantasies I knew. But still there was hope. A hope that would give me the excitement that I required when I masturbated.
It had been two weeks since she moved in next door. I was back from school, sitting in my living room, alone at home, watching outside the changing weather, waiting when the first drop would fall so that I could run to fetch the clothes from the terrace. And it did happen, as the rains started slowly. I sprinted up the stairs which were outside to go to the terrace. As I was taking the clothes from the rope on which they were hung I noticed there were clothes hanging on my teacher’s terrace as well. I waited but she didn’t turn up. So I ran back down kept the clothes, locked my home and went again to the terrace. I jumped the wall which partitioned the two terraces and that stood 3 feet, and went over to her terrace and started taking out her clothes. I had nearly taken them from the rope that her terrace door opened and she came out.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, surprised to see me on her terrace holding her clothes which were put up for drying. I had in my hand her kid’s clothes and two of her sarees. I was about to take her bra and panty (both black in colour), when she turned up at her terrace.
“Ma’am, it was raining. Nobody came to take the clothes off from the terrace so I took them down instead,” I said.
“OK. You can give it to me now. I’ll take them down now”.
With that she took those clothes from me, during which my hand touched hers. Suddenly it started raining heavily. Before she could, I vouched for the bra hanging on the rope, while she took the panty down and then looked annoyingly at me for I had touched the piece of cloth which she wore on her breasts.
“Give that here,” saying which she snatched her bra from my hand.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” I said. We were getting a little wet because of the rain. She went back towards her terrace door. Once she got inside she turned back and called me in.
“Come inside. Your wet. You’ll get cold. I need to talk you about something,” she said.
Suddenly thoughts started running wild inside my brain. ‘What does she want to talk about. Did she notice my eyes were searching for the cleavage,’ I thought. Yes I was trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage while we were outside on the terrace.
We climbed down the spiral stairs which lead straight inside her house, to the dinning hall. Then she went to her bedroom which was next to the stairs and kept the clothes there. I looked around her house, still thoughts playing in my head trying to find the reason as to what was it that she wanted to talk with me. I had always dreamt about making into her house and to her bedroom which now I stared, at which moment she came back.
“What was it that you were trying to do upstairs?” she demanded.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get you”.
“What were you looking at while we were on the terrace, ” she asked. She was annoyed a little, but she was talking calmly.
I bowed my head down for I was caught in my act of desperation. ‘What will happen now. Will she tell at my home about my behaviour’. Thoughts again started to play their role inside my head.
“I’ve seen you before too. Looking at me as if you were looking through me, with those lusty eyes. Not only at home, you also tried to look at me in that manner at school to”. She was now starting to act tough. “What sort of behaviour is that. Give me an explanation and a reason as to why I shouldn’t complain about you to others”.
‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘ she knew it all along that I was watching her every time.’
I still had my head down and thought of the ostrich and how it would duck its head in the ground trying to hide its face. I too wanted to hide my face had their been no marble on the floor I would have dug up and hid my face in it. I was never caught in such an act, one for I made none other than this, and two even if I did I used to careful that the person in front won’t realize. But I was caught and was now being interrogated by her.
“Come on. Speak now,” she said.
“I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to. It happened by accident”. I tried to cover up but I new I had done bad.
“Oh really. Was it by accident that you turn your head to see under my saree at school.” I had started to get ashamed of my act now. I knew this would go down as the worse of times that I have had so far. Clearly my going to her bedroom plan had been washed away by my acts. Anyway it was not going to happen, my inner voice replied. Those were just dreams. I had my head still bowed.
“Look at me,” she demanded. I did with a sorry face.
“You haven’t given me a reason as to why I should not complain about your acts at your home,” she said.
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“But why did you do it”.
“I don’t know why. Whenever I saw you I just wanted to see you more,” I said. ‘What’s wrong with you. What are you saying?’ Thoughts once again started to play dirty games.
“And why would that be”?
“Because I like you”.
Her eyes stared right into mine. I rolled them down clearly embarrassed at my choice of words.
” Oh is that so. I guess it’s your hormones that are making you act that way. But you should have a control over your eyes. People can make out that you are watching them, you know.”
I nodded, my head still bowed down.
She continued, “had it been someone else, you would have had a talk with your parents regarding your action. I am upset with you”.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” I said.
“Yes you should be”. I stood there ashamed of myself. “Have you ever fantasized about me,” she asked.
“No ma’am”. I lied. I was taken aback by her question.
“So you lied, that you liked me”.
“No ma’am. I like you,” I said clearly not understanding where this conversation was heading towards.
“But you say you didn’t fantasize about me. Either of the two things is a lie”
I stood quietly for an answer would definitely land me into trouble.
“Did you masturbate thinking about me”.
I stood shocked as to how she would know that I did, for I did not once but on many occasions. “No ma’am, I didn’t,” I replied quickly with an expression of surprise across my face.”Why would you ask so?” I asked.
“Well then you don’t like me, for you never thought about me,” she replied with a look that clearly showed that she was upset with me.
“No ma’am, It’s not like that”.
“Then it’s like what? Tell me then have you masturbated thinking about me”.
“Yes,” I said hesitatingly.
“I know you would have. Look at your penis trying to come out of your pants”.
It was then that I notice my penis since the time we left the terrace. It had been erect since the moment I touched her soft hands. I felt embarrassed even more because of my penis, this time. I tried to hide it with my hands, one top of the other and my heads already bowed.
“Now don’t you try to hide it,” she demanded. I wasn’t looking at her, but maybe she was very angry, atleast that’s what I guessed. But to my utter surprise she wasn’t, for what came out of her mouth next was something that I always wanted to. “Take out your shorts,” she demanded.
I looked at her in amazement and for the first time without any fear, for I knew where this was heading now.
I slowly took my shorts off first unbuttoning them and then zipping down. My penis could now be seen trying to fight my blue underwear to come out of its shackles ans see the light of the day, or for this case to come out so as to see the person responsible for its sudden erection.
I could see that she was twitching, an act I had never seen before anybody doing. That was a time when computers had just made into our homes sans the broadband, so the question of watching porn didn’t exist for me at that time. I had no knowledge about the art of love making. I only knew about sex which incidentally she taught us in my 7th grade.
“Remove it. I want to see your penis. Remove it,” she said and I didn’t need to be reminded twice as I did that too this time bending over, so that when I stood up she could see my penis directing itself towards her. It was funny that the penis was exactly pointing towards her maybe trying to leave me and go to her. This time I saw her twist her upper lip with her teeth and then her tongue making her lips wet. Her left went down below her waistline where I assumed her vagina maybe.
” It’s small,” she laughed. I was worried.
“Is there a problem ma’am with the size,” I asked confused at the sudden remark which was just made about my penis. It was 5″ in length (which people say is small).
“My husband’s is a little bigger than this.” she said giggling. “But no it’s not a problem. Only the top head is required to go inside the vagina. I don’t see why there would be a problem with that. Only you need to be good at it. How often do you masturbate?” she asked surprised.
“Nearly daily. Why do you ask” I asked.
“The foreskin of your penis has been pulled back. So definitely you’ve been masturbating a lot. You think about sex all the time, don’t you”.
I remember the day when I had noticed that the skin had started pulling back, which I had thought was due to my masturbating daily. I was worried then as the skin had pulled out of its head, a few months back.
“It’s not like that, but it just crops up in my mind and I have to shut it off. So I masturbate,” I said hesitatingly with the last word only coming very softly.
“Hmm. So have you done it today?” she asked.
“No ma’am, I hadn’t felt anything before. So I didn’t do”.
“But now you would, won’t you. Thinking about me”.
I swear I would had I not been standing naked in front of her.
“Take off your t-shirt as well. Let me see you naked”.
Ohh. She was going the way I wanted to go in from the starting. I took my t-shirt, this time quickly and there I stood completely naked with my arms by my side. Not a strong built I was, but just nearly fit. Seeing me naked there was sudden movement near her belly as well as her hand was trying to pacify something under her saree where her vagina was. I did not understand what she was doing.
“I have been waiting for this opportunity since the first time I caught you watching me,” she said in a seducing tone.
‘What!’ My best dream was coming into reality. I took this to be the opening which I had till now been looking for. I walked towards her slowly, with hesitation. I didn’t know how she would react. She stood there watching my penis. I was now standing in front of her. My eye in level with her eye. She was looking straight at me and so was I There was a small gap between her and me. Before I knew it she made the move and I felt something on my lips, which was making it wet. She was kissing me like I had never seen anybody do before. Her lips were onto my lips and then my upper lip was between her lips. It was passionate for me. Had there been a scope of improvement my penis would have grown more but since there wasn’t any it gave a little pain as it was trying to tear off, such was the intensity of the kiss. Such was the intensity that I felt on the first time that I touched a woman. I brought my penis closer to her body such that it touched her saree. This made it even more erect and I sensed a feeling at the tip.
I took my hands and placed it at her waist. She caught hold of my ass with her two hands, her nails digging deep inside. I too started sliding my hands down to her ass. They felt soft but were covered with layers of saree. I pressed them as one would with a stress ball. We kissed and kissed. I didn’t want to let go.
She then moved back and pulled off the pallu of her saree, which was yellow with prints all over it. My penis had sensations that were being sent all over my body by my nervous system for there in front of my eyes were the two boobs which could be seen despite of the blouse and below the blouse lied my precious, until then, her navel exposed.
There she was, standing with the pallu of her saree drawn away. Her breasts still inside her blouse were big. Two of them stared at me begging for help to let them cut lose. Down her navel was exposed with the withdrawal of her pallu. She was wearing the saree down her waistline today.Her curves were visible and every piece of me wanting to touch them and kiss them and hold them.
I stared at her from top to bottom and to top again. Then I looked into her eyes. She wanted me to do something. So I obliged. I took my hands and pressed her breasts. She twitched, she liked the pressing. I was liking it even more. Thinking about how it would feel when you press the breasts and actually doing it – there’s a lot of difference. One was that was made in particular by my penis. It was still erect and I swear wanted to expand more had there been no restrictions of the skin. I had both of my hands on her boobs. I was pressing them slowly then letting them bulge out and then pressed in. This was the biggest stress ball ever to be made. I kissed her again, my hands still pressing her boobs. Kissed on her lips, then on her cheek, licked her lips again. Then kissed her on the neck, she was liking it more, which I observed as her body started to sway a little. My kissing had come down to her chest. I was kissing the collar bone and then I came down with my face in touch with her skin onto the blouse. I took her breasts in my mouth, or so I tried over the blouse. Her head was swaying from one side to other as I did the same to her other breast. It was time to open it.
So I opened her blouse, slowly parting the blouse to expose the white bra she wore. ‘Ooohhh’, I sighed at the sight of her cleavage, the sexiest of things I had ever witnessed. I thank God to have given me the eyes and vision for I what I was seeing. I helped her in removing her blouse, during which I kissed again.
“They are huge. Much more than what I had dreamt of,” I sad to her.
“It’s all yours,” she said with such a seducing voice that would have made me kill somebody for her.
So I kissed on her breasts, the part that was exposed first on the left one then slowly moving towards the right one while licking in midway, then kissed her right breast. I took her brest in my mouth over her bra, but didn’t have any feeling, blame it on the bra. I cursed the one to have made the bra for it was hard and was holding my soon to be MY PRECIOUS. I pressed on her bra. ” I want this removed” I demanded. She took my hands to her back and helped in unhooking her bra. Suddenly her bra got lose. the straps on her shoulders were slowly coming to her side. I helped her pulling it out from her arms and threw it away. She had covered her breasts with her hands. Playing hide-n-seek, she was.
I took her hands and parted them away to her back. And there they were the sexiest of the sexiest things, her breasts hanging down. Big, they were, with a black circular patch on each of her breasts and nipples in the centre.
“They are sexy. They are big. They are so yummy,” I said.
“Thank You. They are all yours. Just for you.,” she said.
I couldn’t resist any long staring at their beauty, for I had started kissing her breasts, licking them taking her nipple in my mouth and tried to pull them out, but slowly so as to not her, how could I. I wanted her so much, and here I am having her. Her breasts in my mouth. I tried to suck them, teased her nipple.
“Hmmmm,” She said, “all yours. All yours. You so love me.”
“Yes I do,” I said. I did.
I was licking her, kissing her from her mouth to her breasts. And then I ventured down to her navel and started licking it slowly and kissed her very fondly at her belly, at several places. Her hands were now playing with my hair. She wanted me to continue, a sign that was given by her moving hands on my head.
I made her navel wet with my licking. Then I pulled out her saree from her waistline where it was tucked. Her yellow saree fell down and showed her yellow skirt (pavada). It was tied with a knot. I slowly opened the knot. The moment I did it fell down, exposing her black panty. ‘Ohh, what a sight,’ I thought. The panty was full of designs. I was on my knees. My head near her panty. I could see her thighs, fair, soft and shiny. They were calling me to touched them, it seemed. Without any hesitation I started kissing them while my hands were slowly touching the back of her thighs. She was enjoying every touch of mine, for she had started to moan. My sensual kissing and touching were waving its magic onto her as her hands started touching her breasts and her waist, playing around onto my hair. She pulled me up a little, indicating that it was time I inspect what’s inside her panty. I kissed on her panty. I kissed again. Her moans had begun again, slow they were at this time, clearly sounding “Ohhhh” and at times “hmmm”.
I put my hand on her ass and started pressing them, again like stress balls. the were bigger than her breasts. While pressing I put my fingers a little inside her panty and started pulling it down slowly, making sure to kiss the skin that was getting exposed. I pulled it down her thighs and out her legs, with which she helped. Still on my knees I looked up and saw the beauty a woman holds between her legs. Her legs were touching each other. But the v-shaped vagina was clearly visible. the pregnancy had somewhat opened it up a little as the lips of the vagina were pouring out. Brown they were, but the lips were pink. My penis totally happy with what he just saw was still erect and knew where it belonged to, inside her vagina.
“Your pussy. Its beautiful. Wow,” I said.
“Pussy? What’s that?” she enquired.
“Right now your not my teacher and I am not in school. So we’ll not use terms that are used in school. The vagina is called pussy, breasts are called boobs, nipples are referred to as tits and this one (pointing to my penis) hanging over here waiting to enter you for I don’t know how long, is called dick or cock”.
“Hmm. Then love me. Love my pussy,” she said.
With that she held my dick with her right hand and made me walk into her bedroom. I could see my dream coming true.
We were both naked in her bedroom, our clothes lying in the hallway near the dining table. She didn’t let go of my dick and slowly pushed me onto her bed. It was soft. ‘Oh how I had wished to be on her bed,’ I thought. She was holding my dick in her right hand and show she slowly started stroking. My dick felt like it was in safe hands. It was loving the slow stroking.
“Oh you are so hard,” she said, “you so wanted this with me. Small it may be, but its great”. She started licking it with her tongue first near the balls, almost taking them in her mouth and then slowly moving her head up,while dragging her tongue on my dick, It felt so good and awesome. I couldn’t feel anything else but just the excitement that was building up inside me for she was licking my dick. When she reached the top of my dick, she made a tickling movement with her tongue on the small opening of my dick. She had let go off my dick with her hand. She kissed my dick now at the top. How skilfully she was doing it. My penis loved her.
It was the first time that my dick was in someone’s hands and now being kissed for the first time by a woman. Her kiss was with a closed mouth, which she now opened up as she was going down from the top of my dick. Now the dick was in her mouth. I was still lying on the bed, had my head lifted to see her tryst with my dick. She took in as much of the dick she could in her mouth, I could feel her tongue and the insides of her mouth as my dick advanced in it. Her tongue was in playful mood inside her mouth. She then took the dick out, but not completely. She put it in again. My dick was introduced to BLOWJOB. She continued it, but slowly for she knew it was my first time. She didn’t want me to ejaculate right now. When she was done she started kissing me on my waist and then onto my chest. She rose up and kissed me on my lips. This time I took her tongue inside mine and sucked it, she did the same with mine. It was a passionate kiss.
I then got up threw on the soft bed, at which she put her index finger of her right hand in her mouth. She understood that it was her chance to have fun. She was ready for that as she swayed her body on the bed, the bed sheet was curling underneath. I sat on her left made a bridge with my hands over her and started kissing her boobs. I licked it, sucked it. She moaned lightly while I did. I made both her nipples wet. They were hard. With my index finger and my thumb I played with her tits, squeezing them a little. It did not give pain to her for she moaned a little more. ” Ooooohh” was what I was hearing along with the “hmmmmm”.
I then moved down meeting her navel mid way, kissing it again three or four times on it and around it. Then licked the area around her navel and slowly proceeded down to her pussy. She lay in a way such that her legs had folded at her knees where the edge of the bed was. I went down from the bed and pulled her from her thighs. She moved slowly, she was a little heavy. The bed sheet had now clearly been crushed due to the pulling. I moved my hands on her thighs very slowly and delicately that one does when one touches a silk cloth. It felt more silkier. her thighs were very soft and smooth. I never had anything smoother than her thighs. They were big and I played my hands on her thighs from below.and moved in between her legs onto my knees. She rose up and was on her ass on the bed supported well by her palms on the bed. she wanted to see what I was about to do. Her moaning had become a little louder as I giving her thighs a sensual massage.
I looked at her pussy. The pink (minor) labia was prominent. It was protruding out, making her pussy even more appealing to me. I started by slowly kissing her pussy, while my hands were still giving her the sensual message at the back of her thighs. I kissed her again, this time she moaned. I started licking her licking as spreading sensations around her pussy lips. Her moaning louder at every lick. I licked her clitoris, the top of her pussy. I licked it up and down and started slowly with it. Subtle movements can make a woman go nuts, I’d heard. She moaned first when I had kissed her pussy lips. But when I started licking her clitoris she started screaming – “OHH, OHH OHH YES. OHHHHHH”. I knew her screams were a sign of go ahead. “Do it with more speed,” she requested. I obliged. My tongue was licking it all over faster, gaining momentum. Her screams were filling up the room and my dick was constantly erect trying to take in as much of the scream as possible. It was loving it. It was stiff now as rock. Her scream suddenly made me wonder whether she was in trouble for she had started to scream loudly. When I asked whether I should stop, she asked me to shut up and continue and stopping only when she tells me. “You are my dog. Do as I command you to,” she ordered me. I followed. I wanted to give her all the love I could.
“Lick my pussy,” she said while moaning. So I did lick her pussy top to down, playing with her labia/pussy lips. Sometimes opening it sometimes closing it with my tongue. Her hands were holding the bed sheet tightly. Something was going on inside her which I didn’t know about. She was having orgasm.
Her moans were continuous. They propelled me to do more. My penis was loving every ooh’s and aah’s oh her. I slid in my tongue inside her pussy now. It was tasting so good. I had thought earlier that it would stink of urine, but here I was smelling her, something odd but something which was pulling me towards it. My tongue was playing insider her vagina now.
“Put your finger in,” she said “and keep licking above at the clitoris”.
If that was what she wanted, I thought, I should. I did. I put my index finger into her vagina. It felt all fleshy and soft from inside. It was all wet. Slowly I pulled it out and put it in my mouth. I wanted to taste her. It tasted something new, but I liked it. I put my finger again and did an act of intercourse with it. I felt there was enough space for one or two more fingers. She approved of my idea. I put my index, middle and ring finger inside her vagina, and slowly out, but not completely. I did it again and again. I started licking the clitoris. She again started with the moaning. This time, more louder. I did it quick, the in and out of fingers. I licked her clitoris too quickly. Her moaning became more louder but with breaks. She was trying to breathe. It was all so sensual for her. Her all sensitive points had been activated. The touch of thighs would bring out more. Three four minuted into it and she started screaming – “Ohh my, ohh my… Yes Yes… Do it, do it faster… Hmm… Oohh, oohhh”.
I had the movement to its fastest. Her body was now waving in every possible manner it could under those circumstances. She suddenly pulled me by my hair to leave her pussy. She was shivering. I didn’t understand what was happening. She was patting her pussy trying in a way to pacify it. But she was loving it. she had her peak. She had her orgasm. Seeing the puzzling look she pulled me up to her and planted kisses after kisses to me. Her tongue in my mouth.
My dick was waiting for its opportunity. It was still erect. I had never known that it could be so for this long. In between all this it would raise fears that I would ejaculate witnessing what was happening in front of me. Thankfully I didn’t.
I got up. I knew it was time. I was over her. One hand each on either side of hers. I kissed her again. Then took the penis in my left hand and started inserting into her vagina. But the dick would rub against the labia and was making sensual pulses through me. She held my penis and directed it into her. I was finally into her. We were in missionary position. My penis super delighted and excited that it had finally been parked in it’s garage. It had finally met its other half. It was doing what it was made for. FUCKING, yeah! I slowly pulled myself out of her and then in. She held me by my waist with her hands. She was giving the movements. Then I lead her. I would rise my head the moment I was in and then would lower it to come out at which instant my ass would rise up. I would kiss her boobs at this moment. And then in again and then out.
“You’re good at this. Seems like this wasn’t your first time,” she said.
“Haha. I had been net practising”.
“Ahh you have been you naughty boy. I knew you were capable of satisfying me. Aaahhhh…. Ooohhhh”.
I was not giving her the opportunity to complete. I increased the pace and then suddenly dropped it. I didn’t want the excitement to drown out quickly from me.
I did not want to ejaculate so fast. I pressed her right boob and fucked her.
My penis was getting restless now, pulses being sent all over me. I knew the climax was coming. I increased my speed. She was moaning again louder and louder. But the pulses inside had risen. I knew it was time. I withdrew my dick. It was wet because of the pussy. She quickly held it in her hands. She knew what was to happen. she wanted me to havemy part the best way. She stroked my dick sensually pointing it away from her self. And i ejaculated. Streams of white liquid, small in quantity, blurted out. the last drops dripped from my dick. It had done its part. She cleaned the semen from my penis and then licked it and kissed it.
I bent down and kissed her. I didn’t have much energy left. I felt the soft bed as I dropped. We made small kisses and then stared at the roof trying to remember the time which we just had.
“This was the best that I had. Much better than my husband, who doesn’t quench my thirst any more. I knew you would for I had seen it in your eyes, whenever you looked at me with suck sensual looks”, she said. I smiled.
It was in the moment I knew, that I’d want to risk everything else in my life and have things this way. Leave everything, give up all my desires, but for this. Lying naked in the arms of a woman who moaned a few minutes back, someone I’d be seeing often and when I would, it would always remind me of this day as I would imagine her standing naked with those big round breasts hanging and bouncing while she tried to teach me in school.
The day she taught us about sex and sex organs in school, I had promised myself one thing – I’ll have practical classes from the same woman who taught me the theory.
I did that. And this was just the beginning…
She was a tall woman, only the boys nearing 6 would be taller than her. She wore saree, which is the traditional dress that a woman would normally wear in India. I would glance over to see her navel the exposed part due to the saree. Her blouse was such that one could not see the cleavage unless one is standing over her and looking down. So there was no chance of any cleavage show. the back of the blouse was also necked properly. Only compensation was that we could sometimes see the strap of the bra. Else there was nothing that she would be flashing. One is very much alert specially when they have to teach in a boy’s school. She knew it with experience, I suppose.
I was a favourite of hers, not the most but she would give an advantage for the good boy that I was. I used this to my advantage as I would make reasons to talk to her. But while in class it was more of the gazing that I did on her. Her navel felt so heavenly to me. I would have traded everything to have them touched and kissed. Her waist wasn’t a toned, specially because the first pregnancy had taken its toll on the belly. But it had become a point of admiration for me, as I would on numerous occasions think about making love with her.
Whenever her saree got raised or shifted due to her movements one could see her navel. At that point I would get knocked out. I would feel something moving. Something deep down that would suddenly change size and remain in that position sometimes threatening with being spotted inspite the clothes on it. Whenever I got a glimpse of her navel my penis would start erecting to its maximum and would urge to be let loose and rode upon. In its undisturbed it was put tight to my stomach and would not lose its place, sometimes sliding sideways, but the underwear ensured that it was close to my stomach. When erect it would try to defy the undies and would try to tear it apart, but for the cloth it couldn’t match against. So it just ended up moving away from my stomach thereby creating a protruding effect in my pants near my groin area which anybody could notice. A careful adjustment with the underwear and the penis would be brought under control but not the erection and I in no way blame the penis for it, as my mind was responsible for the erection because of the feelings it produced and the nervous signals would transfer to the little veins in the penis, that there would be a sudden rush of blood and it would become erect.
How I wished there would be no one but me in the class, so that I could masturbate seeing her or for the best make love with her. And the day came soon, to my delight. It did…
The sun was up there all day from what I remember, until in the afternoon when the clouds started covering it up and hover around over the area where my home was. A few of my clothes were up on the terrace for drying, and I was keeping an eye on the weather from inside of my house. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts over my inner wear. My new neighbours had shifted in two weeks earlier and I was surprised to see one of my teachers had shifted there along with her husband and a kid.
The day I knew she was about to live next to me, I was excited at the sheer thought of it. Why wouldn’t I be. I had always fancied about her, thinking things about her and masturbating to her glorious beauty that was gifted to her. It was like a dream come true. She was also surprised to see me in the next home. We would meet at the bus stop, for our school bus. Sometimes we had a quick talk. Sometimes we didn’t. Mostly there would be greetings exchanged on seeing each other at the stop. I would shy to talk to her in front of the other students. But once back from the school it was a different story. Initially I did not talk. But once she started the conversation, I jumped right in. I have always see her in saree not only in school but also at home. Whenever I did I’d look to have a glimpse of her body, her navel in particular as that would be the only exposed part when a woman wears a saree. She would always wear the saree at her navel, so a few times while she would stretch it could be seen. I always imagined myself kissing her at the navel while she would moan. The saree would also outline one of her boobs which was covered by the bra and a blouse over it, but since the blouse would be a perfect fit, one could make out the size of her boobs. At such occasions my penis would shoot up, erect and stiff inside my underwear. She always got me aroused whenever I saw her. She was one those woman who would make a man want her, and keep her to himself and not to anybody else. She was in the mid 30’s, healthy because of her first pregnancy but not fat. She was fair and tall. Her pregnancy had made her boobs big and round. Someday I would stroke my penis between her breasts, I’d think. But it were all fantasies I knew. But still there was hope. A hope that would give me the excitement that I required when I masturbated.
It had been two weeks since she moved in next door. I was back from school, sitting in my living room, alone at home, watching outside the changing weather, waiting when the first drop would fall so that I could run to fetch the clothes from the terrace. And it did happen, as the rains started slowly. I sprinted up the stairs which were outside to go to the terrace. As I was taking the clothes from the rope on which they were hung I noticed there were clothes hanging on my teacher’s terrace as well. I waited but she didn’t turn up. So I ran back down kept the clothes, locked my home and went again to the terrace. I jumped the wall which partitioned the two terraces and that stood 3 feet, and went over to her terrace and started taking out her clothes. I had nearly taken them from the rope that her terrace door opened and she came out.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, surprised to see me on her terrace holding her clothes which were put up for drying. I had in my hand her kid’s clothes and two of her sarees. I was about to take her bra and panty (both black in colour), when she turned up at her terrace.
“Ma’am, it was raining. Nobody came to take the clothes off from the terrace so I took them down instead,” I said.
“OK. You can give it to me now. I’ll take them down now”.
With that she took those clothes from me, during which my hand touched hers. Suddenly it started raining heavily. Before she could, I vouched for the bra hanging on the rope, while she took the panty down and then looked annoyingly at me for I had touched the piece of cloth which she wore on her breasts.
“Give that here,” saying which she snatched her bra from my hand.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” I said. We were getting a little wet because of the rain. She went back towards her terrace door. Once she got inside she turned back and called me in.
“Come inside. Your wet. You’ll get cold. I need to talk you about something,” she said.
Suddenly thoughts started running wild inside my brain. ‘What does she want to talk about. Did she notice my eyes were searching for the cleavage,’ I thought. Yes I was trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage while we were outside on the terrace.
We climbed down the spiral stairs which lead straight inside her house, to the dinning hall. Then she went to her bedroom which was next to the stairs and kept the clothes there. I looked around her house, still thoughts playing in my head trying to find the reason as to what was it that she wanted to talk with me. I had always dreamt about making into her house and to her bedroom which now I stared, at which moment she came back.
“What was it that you were trying to do upstairs?” she demanded.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get you”.
“What were you looking at while we were on the terrace, ” she asked. She was annoyed a little, but she was talking calmly.
I bowed my head down for I was caught in my act of desperation. ‘What will happen now. Will she tell at my home about my behaviour’. Thoughts again started to play their role inside my head.
“I’ve seen you before too. Looking at me as if you were looking through me, with those lusty eyes. Not only at home, you also tried to look at me in that manner at school to”. She was now starting to act tough. “What sort of behaviour is that. Give me an explanation and a reason as to why I shouldn’t complain about you to others”.
‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘ she knew it all along that I was watching her every time.’
I still had my head down and thought of the ostrich and how it would duck its head in the ground trying to hide its face. I too wanted to hide my face had their been no marble on the floor I would have dug up and hid my face in it. I was never caught in such an act, one for I made none other than this, and two even if I did I used to careful that the person in front won’t realize. But I was caught and was now being interrogated by her.
“Come on. Speak now,” she said.
“I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to. It happened by accident”. I tried to cover up but I new I had done bad.
“Oh really. Was it by accident that you turn your head to see under my saree at school.” I had started to get ashamed of my act now. I knew this would go down as the worse of times that I have had so far. Clearly my going to her bedroom plan had been washed away by my acts. Anyway it was not going to happen, my inner voice replied. Those were just dreams. I had my head still bowed.
“Look at me,” she demanded. I did with a sorry face.
“You haven’t given me a reason as to why I should not complain about your acts at your home,” she said.
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“But why did you do it”.
“I don’t know why. Whenever I saw you I just wanted to see you more,” I said. ‘What’s wrong with you. What are you saying?’ Thoughts once again started to play dirty games.
“And why would that be”?
“Because I like you”.
Her eyes stared right into mine. I rolled them down clearly embarrassed at my choice of words.
” Oh is that so. I guess it’s your hormones that are making you act that way. But you should have a control over your eyes. People can make out that you are watching them, you know.”
I nodded, my head still bowed down.
She continued, “had it been someone else, you would have had a talk with your parents regarding your action. I am upset with you”.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” I said.
“Yes you should be”. I stood there ashamed of myself. “Have you ever fantasized about me,” she asked.
“No ma’am”. I lied. I was taken aback by her question.
“So you lied, that you liked me”.
“No ma’am. I like you,” I said clearly not understanding where this conversation was heading towards.
“But you say you didn’t fantasize about me. Either of the two things is a lie”
I stood quietly for an answer would definitely land me into trouble.
“Did you masturbate thinking about me”.
I stood shocked as to how she would know that I did, for I did not once but on many occasions. “No ma’am, I didn’t,” I replied quickly with an expression of surprise across my face.”Why would you ask so?” I asked.
“Well then you don’t like me, for you never thought about me,” she replied with a look that clearly showed that she was upset with me.
“No ma’am, It’s not like that”.
“Then it’s like what? Tell me then have you masturbated thinking about me”.
“Yes,” I said hesitatingly.
“I know you would have. Look at your penis trying to come out of your pants”.
It was then that I notice my penis since the time we left the terrace. It had been erect since the moment I touched her soft hands. I felt embarrassed even more because of my penis, this time. I tried to hide it with my hands, one top of the other and my heads already bowed.
“Now don’t you try to hide it,” she demanded. I wasn’t looking at her, but maybe she was very angry, atleast that’s what I guessed. But to my utter surprise she wasn’t, for what came out of her mouth next was something that I always wanted to. “Take out your shorts,” she demanded.
I looked at her in amazement and for the first time without any fear, for I knew where this was heading now.
I slowly took my shorts off first unbuttoning them and then zipping down. My penis could now be seen trying to fight my blue underwear to come out of its shackles ans see the light of the day, or for this case to come out so as to see the person responsible for its sudden erection.
I could see that she was twitching, an act I had never seen before anybody doing. That was a time when computers had just made into our homes sans the broadband, so the question of watching porn didn’t exist for me at that time. I had no knowledge about the art of love making. I only knew about sex which incidentally she taught us in my 7th grade.
“Remove it. I want to see your penis. Remove it,” she said and I didn’t need to be reminded twice as I did that too this time bending over, so that when I stood up she could see my penis directing itself towards her. It was funny that the penis was exactly pointing towards her maybe trying to leave me and go to her. This time I saw her twist her upper lip with her teeth and then her tongue making her lips wet. Her left went down below her waistline where I assumed her vagina maybe.
” It’s small,” she laughed. I was worried.
“Is there a problem ma’am with the size,” I asked confused at the sudden remark which was just made about my penis. It was 5″ in length (which people say is small).
“My husband’s is a little bigger than this.” she said giggling. “But no it’s not a problem. Only the top head is required to go inside the vagina. I don’t see why there would be a problem with that. Only you need to be good at it. How often do you masturbate?” she asked surprised.
“Nearly daily. Why do you ask” I asked.
“The foreskin of your penis has been pulled back. So definitely you’ve been masturbating a lot. You think about sex all the time, don’t you”.
I remember the day when I had noticed that the skin had started pulling back, which I had thought was due to my masturbating daily. I was worried then as the skin had pulled out of its head, a few months back.
“It’s not like that, but it just crops up in my mind and I have to shut it off. So I masturbate,” I said hesitatingly with the last word only coming very softly.
“Hmm. So have you done it today?” she asked.
“No ma’am, I hadn’t felt anything before. So I didn’t do”.
“But now you would, won’t you. Thinking about me”.
I swear I would had I not been standing naked in front of her.
“Take off your t-shirt as well. Let me see you naked”.
Ohh. She was going the way I wanted to go in from the starting. I took my t-shirt, this time quickly and there I stood completely naked with my arms by my side. Not a strong built I was, but just nearly fit. Seeing me naked there was sudden movement near her belly as well as her hand was trying to pacify something under her saree where her vagina was. I did not understand what she was doing.
“I have been waiting for this opportunity since the first time I caught you watching me,” she said in a seducing tone.
‘What!’ My best dream was coming into reality. I took this to be the opening which I had till now been looking for. I walked towards her slowly, with hesitation. I didn’t know how she would react. She stood there watching my penis. I was now standing in front of her. My eye in level with her eye. She was looking straight at me and so was I There was a small gap between her and me. Before I knew it she made the move and I felt something on my lips, which was making it wet. She was kissing me like I had never seen anybody do before. Her lips were onto my lips and then my upper lip was between her lips. It was passionate for me. Had there been a scope of improvement my penis would have grown more but since there wasn’t any it gave a little pain as it was trying to tear off, such was the intensity of the kiss. Such was the intensity that I felt on the first time that I touched a woman. I brought my penis closer to her body such that it touched her saree. This made it even more erect and I sensed a feeling at the tip.
I took my hands and placed it at her waist. She caught hold of my ass with her two hands, her nails digging deep inside. I too started sliding my hands down to her ass. They felt soft but were covered with layers of saree. I pressed them as one would with a stress ball. We kissed and kissed. I didn’t want to let go.
She then moved back and pulled off the pallu of her saree, which was yellow with prints all over it. My penis had sensations that were being sent all over my body by my nervous system for there in front of my eyes were the two boobs which could be seen despite of the blouse and below the blouse lied my precious, until then, her navel exposed.
There she was, standing with the pallu of her saree drawn away. Her breasts still inside her blouse were big. Two of them stared at me begging for help to let them cut lose. Down her navel was exposed with the withdrawal of her pallu. She was wearing the saree down her waistline today.Her curves were visible and every piece of me wanting to touch them and kiss them and hold them.
I stared at her from top to bottom and to top again. Then I looked into her eyes. She wanted me to do something. So I obliged. I took my hands and pressed her breasts. She twitched, she liked the pressing. I was liking it even more. Thinking about how it would feel when you press the breasts and actually doing it – there’s a lot of difference. One was that was made in particular by my penis. It was still erect and I swear wanted to expand more had there been no restrictions of the skin. I had both of my hands on her boobs. I was pressing them slowly then letting them bulge out and then pressed in. This was the biggest stress ball ever to be made. I kissed her again, my hands still pressing her boobs. Kissed on her lips, then on her cheek, licked her lips again. Then kissed her on the neck, she was liking it more, which I observed as her body started to sway a little. My kissing had come down to her chest. I was kissing the collar bone and then I came down with my face in touch with her skin onto the blouse. I took her breasts in my mouth, or so I tried over the blouse. Her head was swaying from one side to other as I did the same to her other breast. It was time to open it.
So I opened her blouse, slowly parting the blouse to expose the white bra she wore. ‘Ooohhh’, I sighed at the sight of her cleavage, the sexiest of things I had ever witnessed. I thank God to have given me the eyes and vision for I what I was seeing. I helped her in removing her blouse, during which I kissed again.
“They are huge. Much more than what I had dreamt of,” I sad to her.
“It’s all yours,” she said with such a seducing voice that would have made me kill somebody for her.
So I kissed on her breasts, the part that was exposed first on the left one then slowly moving towards the right one while licking in midway, then kissed her right breast. I took her brest in my mouth over her bra, but didn’t have any feeling, blame it on the bra. I cursed the one to have made the bra for it was hard and was holding my soon to be MY PRECIOUS. I pressed on her bra. ” I want this removed” I demanded. She took my hands to her back and helped in unhooking her bra. Suddenly her bra got lose. the straps on her shoulders were slowly coming to her side. I helped her pulling it out from her arms and threw it away. She had covered her breasts with her hands. Playing hide-n-seek, she was.
I took her hands and parted them away to her back. And there they were the sexiest of the sexiest things, her breasts hanging down. Big, they were, with a black circular patch on each of her breasts and nipples in the centre.
“They are sexy. They are big. They are so yummy,” I said.
“Thank You. They are all yours. Just for you.,” she said.
I couldn’t resist any long staring at their beauty, for I had started kissing her breasts, licking them taking her nipple in my mouth and tried to pull them out, but slowly so as to not her, how could I. I wanted her so much, and here I am having her. Her breasts in my mouth. I tried to suck them, teased her nipple.
“Hmmmm,” She said, “all yours. All yours. You so love me.”
“Yes I do,” I said. I did.
I was licking her, kissing her from her mouth to her breasts. And then I ventured down to her navel and started licking it slowly and kissed her very fondly at her belly, at several places. Her hands were now playing with my hair. She wanted me to continue, a sign that was given by her moving hands on my head.
I made her navel wet with my licking. Then I pulled out her saree from her waistline where it was tucked. Her yellow saree fell down and showed her yellow skirt (pavada). It was tied with a knot. I slowly opened the knot. The moment I did it fell down, exposing her black panty. ‘Ohh, what a sight,’ I thought. The panty was full of designs. I was on my knees. My head near her panty. I could see her thighs, fair, soft and shiny. They were calling me to touched them, it seemed. Without any hesitation I started kissing them while my hands were slowly touching the back of her thighs. She was enjoying every touch of mine, for she had started to moan. My sensual kissing and touching were waving its magic onto her as her hands started touching her breasts and her waist, playing around onto my hair. She pulled me up a little, indicating that it was time I inspect what’s inside her panty. I kissed on her panty. I kissed again. Her moans had begun again, slow they were at this time, clearly sounding “Ohhhh” and at times “hmmm”.
I put my hand on her ass and started pressing them, again like stress balls. the were bigger than her breasts. While pressing I put my fingers a little inside her panty and started pulling it down slowly, making sure to kiss the skin that was getting exposed. I pulled it down her thighs and out her legs, with which she helped. Still on my knees I looked up and saw the beauty a woman holds between her legs. Her legs were touching each other. But the v-shaped vagina was clearly visible. the pregnancy had somewhat opened it up a little as the lips of the vagina were pouring out. Brown they were, but the lips were pink. My penis totally happy with what he just saw was still erect and knew where it belonged to, inside her vagina.
“Your pussy. Its beautiful. Wow,” I said.
“Pussy? What’s that?” she enquired.
“Right now your not my teacher and I am not in school. So we’ll not use terms that are used in school. The vagina is called pussy, breasts are called boobs, nipples are referred to as tits and this one (pointing to my penis) hanging over here waiting to enter you for I don’t know how long, is called dick or cock”.
“Hmm. Then love me. Love my pussy,” she said.
With that she held my dick with her right hand and made me walk into her bedroom. I could see my dream coming true.
We were both naked in her bedroom, our clothes lying in the hallway near the dining table. She didn’t let go of my dick and slowly pushed me onto her bed. It was soft. ‘Oh how I had wished to be on her bed,’ I thought. She was holding my dick in her right hand and show she slowly started stroking. My dick felt like it was in safe hands. It was loving the slow stroking.
“Oh you are so hard,” she said, “you so wanted this with me. Small it may be, but its great”. She started licking it with her tongue first near the balls, almost taking them in her mouth and then slowly moving her head up,while dragging her tongue on my dick, It felt so good and awesome. I couldn’t feel anything else but just the excitement that was building up inside me for she was licking my dick. When she reached the top of my dick, she made a tickling movement with her tongue on the small opening of my dick. She had let go off my dick with her hand. She kissed my dick now at the top. How skilfully she was doing it. My penis loved her.
It was the first time that my dick was in someone’s hands and now being kissed for the first time by a woman. Her kiss was with a closed mouth, which she now opened up as she was going down from the top of my dick. Now the dick was in her mouth. I was still lying on the bed, had my head lifted to see her tryst with my dick. She took in as much of the dick she could in her mouth, I could feel her tongue and the insides of her mouth as my dick advanced in it. Her tongue was in playful mood inside her mouth. She then took the dick out, but not completely. She put it in again. My dick was introduced to BLOWJOB. She continued it, but slowly for she knew it was my first time. She didn’t want me to ejaculate right now. When she was done she started kissing me on my waist and then onto my chest. She rose up and kissed me on my lips. This time I took her tongue inside mine and sucked it, she did the same with mine. It was a passionate kiss.
I then got up threw on the soft bed, at which she put her index finger of her right hand in her mouth. She understood that it was her chance to have fun. She was ready for that as she swayed her body on the bed, the bed sheet was curling underneath. I sat on her left made a bridge with my hands over her and started kissing her boobs. I licked it, sucked it. She moaned lightly while I did. I made both her nipples wet. They were hard. With my index finger and my thumb I played with her tits, squeezing them a little. It did not give pain to her for she moaned a little more. ” Ooooohh” was what I was hearing along with the “hmmmmm”.
I then moved down meeting her navel mid way, kissing it again three or four times on it and around it. Then licked the area around her navel and slowly proceeded down to her pussy. She lay in a way such that her legs had folded at her knees where the edge of the bed was. I went down from the bed and pulled her from her thighs. She moved slowly, she was a little heavy. The bed sheet had now clearly been crushed due to the pulling. I moved my hands on her thighs very slowly and delicately that one does when one touches a silk cloth. It felt more silkier. her thighs were very soft and smooth. I never had anything smoother than her thighs. They were big and I played my hands on her thighs from below.and moved in between her legs onto my knees. She rose up and was on her ass on the bed supported well by her palms on the bed. she wanted to see what I was about to do. Her moaning had become a little louder as I giving her thighs a sensual massage.
I looked at her pussy. The pink (minor) labia was prominent. It was protruding out, making her pussy even more appealing to me. I started by slowly kissing her pussy, while my hands were still giving her the sensual message at the back of her thighs. I kissed her again, this time she moaned. I started licking her licking as spreading sensations around her pussy lips. Her moaning louder at every lick. I licked her clitoris, the top of her pussy. I licked it up and down and started slowly with it. Subtle movements can make a woman go nuts, I’d heard. She moaned first when I had kissed her pussy lips. But when I started licking her clitoris she started screaming – “OHH, OHH OHH YES. OHHHHHH”. I knew her screams were a sign of go ahead. “Do it with more speed,” she requested. I obliged. My tongue was licking it all over faster, gaining momentum. Her screams were filling up the room and my dick was constantly erect trying to take in as much of the scream as possible. It was loving it. It was stiff now as rock. Her scream suddenly made me wonder whether she was in trouble for she had started to scream loudly. When I asked whether I should stop, she asked me to shut up and continue and stopping only when she tells me. “You are my dog. Do as I command you to,” she ordered me. I followed. I wanted to give her all the love I could.
“Lick my pussy,” she said while moaning. So I did lick her pussy top to down, playing with her labia/pussy lips. Sometimes opening it sometimes closing it with my tongue. Her hands were holding the bed sheet tightly. Something was going on inside her which I didn’t know about. She was having orgasm.
Her moans were continuous. They propelled me to do more. My penis was loving every ooh’s and aah’s oh her. I slid in my tongue inside her pussy now. It was tasting so good. I had thought earlier that it would stink of urine, but here I was smelling her, something odd but something which was pulling me towards it. My tongue was playing insider her vagina now.
“Put your finger in,” she said “and keep licking above at the clitoris”.
If that was what she wanted, I thought, I should. I did. I put my index finger into her vagina. It felt all fleshy and soft from inside. It was all wet. Slowly I pulled it out and put it in my mouth. I wanted to taste her. It tasted something new, but I liked it. I put my finger again and did an act of intercourse with it. I felt there was enough space for one or two more fingers. She approved of my idea. I put my index, middle and ring finger inside her vagina, and slowly out, but not completely. I did it again and again. I started licking the clitoris. She again started with the moaning. This time, more louder. I did it quick, the in and out of fingers. I licked her clitoris too quickly. Her moaning became more louder but with breaks. She was trying to breathe. It was all so sensual for her. Her all sensitive points had been activated. The touch of thighs would bring out more. Three four minuted into it and she started screaming – “Ohh my, ohh my… Yes Yes… Do it, do it faster… Hmm… Oohh, oohhh”.
I had the movement to its fastest. Her body was now waving in every possible manner it could under those circumstances. She suddenly pulled me by my hair to leave her pussy. She was shivering. I didn’t understand what was happening. She was patting her pussy trying in a way to pacify it. But she was loving it. she had her peak. She had her orgasm. Seeing the puzzling look she pulled me up to her and planted kisses after kisses to me. Her tongue in my mouth.
My dick was waiting for its opportunity. It was still erect. I had never known that it could be so for this long. In between all this it would raise fears that I would ejaculate witnessing what was happening in front of me. Thankfully I didn’t.
I got up. I knew it was time. I was over her. One hand each on either side of hers. I kissed her again. Then took the penis in my left hand and started inserting into her vagina. But the dick would rub against the labia and was making sensual pulses through me. She held my penis and directed it into her. I was finally into her. We were in missionary position. My penis super delighted and excited that it had finally been parked in it’s garage. It had finally met its other half. It was doing what it was made for. FUCKING, yeah! I slowly pulled myself out of her and then in. She held me by my waist with her hands. She was giving the movements. Then I lead her. I would rise my head the moment I was in and then would lower it to come out at which instant my ass would rise up. I would kiss her boobs at this moment. And then in again and then out.
“You’re good at this. Seems like this wasn’t your first time,” she said.
“Haha. I had been net practising”.
“Ahh you have been you naughty boy. I knew you were capable of satisfying me. Aaahhhh…. Ooohhhh”.
I was not giving her the opportunity to complete. I increased the pace and then suddenly dropped it. I didn’t want the excitement to drown out quickly from me.
I did not want to ejaculate so fast. I pressed her right boob and fucked her.
My penis was getting restless now, pulses being sent all over me. I knew the climax was coming. I increased my speed. She was moaning again louder and louder. But the pulses inside had risen. I knew it was time. I withdrew my dick. It was wet because of the pussy. She quickly held it in her hands. She knew what was to happen. she wanted me to havemy part the best way. She stroked my dick sensually pointing it away from her self. And i ejaculated. Streams of white liquid, small in quantity, blurted out. the last drops dripped from my dick. It had done its part. She cleaned the semen from my penis and then licked it and kissed it.
I bent down and kissed her. I didn’t have much energy left. I felt the soft bed as I dropped. We made small kisses and then stared at the roof trying to remember the time which we just had.
“This was the best that I had. Much better than my husband, who doesn’t quench my thirst any more. I knew you would for I had seen it in your eyes, whenever you looked at me with suck sensual looks”, she said. I smiled.
It was in the moment I knew, that I’d want to risk everything else in my life and have things this way. Leave everything, give up all my desires, but for this. Lying naked in the arms of a woman who moaned a few minutes back, someone I’d be seeing often and when I would, it would always remind me of this day as I would imagine her standing naked with those big round breasts hanging and bouncing while she tried to teach me in school.
The day she taught us about sex and sex organs in school, I had promised myself one thing – I’ll have practical classes from the same woman who taught me the theory.
I did that. And this was just the beginning…
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