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5/16/2010

It happened a long-long time ago. I was still in the school.
The class, year, and other details I will not reveal to you
in order to protect many identities. But it is an experience
of my life that I will never ever forget.


I was a good student in school but my performance in the subject
of mathematics was pretty average. I guess most of us perform
average or below average in this subject. Not because it’s
a lacking on our part but probably because our teachers
are not able to guide or create enough interest in this dull
subject that would also help us perform better.


Then one fine year, after I passed my finals and was promoted
to a higher class, it all happened. We got a new class teacher,
who incidentally was also our math teacher and simultaneously
also my house-mistress. Right from the beginning of the
session, she used to pay special attention to me. This was
a fact that I was simply not aware of, but when my classmates
started to call me her pet I began to take it as a natural,
friendly and little jealous compliment from my mates.



Being my house mistress, during weekends she often stayed
back after the school timings were over, in order to supervise
the completion of the house projects. I being her pet student
was always asked by her to stay back and help her out in completing
the task as I was also considered to be a very good artist
in school.


At this point I must tell you a bit more about her and about
myself. She was a married Bengali lady, and was the most
beautiful woman in our school. Her husband was in the army
and for whatever reasons she could not join him. Most of
the men in the school, the male teachers as well as our seniors
were quite attracted to her and wanted to be around her,
whenever and wherever possible.


If you can manage to visualize Penelope Cruz in your mind,
that’s pretty much how she looked like. The only difference
I would say was that she was Penelope, in a Saree and slightly
low cut blouse. And mind you, she wore the most beautiful,
sheer bras with floral designs that we had ever seen in our
lives.


Our only exposure to bras till that time was typically ‘Groverson’
type of stuff that was made locally and was worn by most aunties
around us. We boys had a great time watching her bras thru
her sheer blouse. She also had a great body. I won’t be able
to tell you the sizes now, but she was a woman of our dreams,
which, thanks to her, were often wet.





My exposure was limited to a few fleeting glances at some
classmates budding boobs or bums, and signs of some erect
nipples under the school uniform during winters.


Well, coming back to where I had left, I often had to stay
back after school hours to help my class teacher during
the weekends. Initially I resented it as it used to cut into
my personal time, but slowly there was a change in my attitude.
I actually began to look forward to staying back.


What brought about this change was that one day while both
of us were sitting down on the floor and working. There was
no one around except the two of us. I was totally engrossed
in my painting job when suddenly I lifted my head to check
something from my teacher. What I saw then, stopped me dead
in my path. My teacher was working, sitting pretty close
to me on the ground and the “Pallu” of her Saree had fallen
down, revealing her ample breasts thru her low cut blouse.
I actually stopped breathing. I actually stopped thinking.
The only thing I am still aware of is her superb, milky breasts
that were almost transparent to look at. The greenish-blue
veins were also visible through the skin. Her gentle breathing
was making the globes rise up and down like… I still don’t
know how to describe the scene.


I suddenly began to feel warm in my body and felt some tightness
in my trouser. I began to get uncomfortable but could not
take my eye away from the heavenly sight. Then, I at once
came back to my senses and taking control of myself, I just
rushed out of the room. I walked out but did not know what
to do, or where to go.


Instinctively I walked towards the water room and hurriedly
drank a few glasses of water. After that though I felt like
going back to the workroom but was unable to find enough
courage to return there. My penis had got so hard that it
was troubling me badly. I was finding it extremely difficult
to hide the bulge down below in my pants.


I then went to the toilet, tried to pee so that my naughty
friend would settle down and I could return back to the room.
After about ten minutes, I managed to control my stiffness
and slowly returned to the room. My teacher looked at me
and smiled softly. She asked where I had vanished leaving
the work unfinished. Somehow I manage to tell her that I
had gone for water, etc.


She smiled and asked me to resume the work so that we could
leave for home ASAP. I once again began to feel the stirring
in my trousers but somehow managed to control it.


Rest of the afternoon passed very slowly. About a week later,
my teacher once again asked me to stay back after the class
to complete the work. This time however, there was another
student with us. She was from a different section and was
a reasonably good looking kid. But no one in the school could
ever match my math teacher.


However this time there was no show of cleavage, or my cock
playing games. But I was dying to have a glimpse of her golden
boobs. I remember it so clearly that on this day she was wearing
a lovely pale colored Saree with a matching blouse which
as usual was low cut. With light colored lipstick on her lovely lips, she looked
astonishingly beautiful. I hardly remember my other classmate
who was also present that day, except that her tiny young
breasts were hardly anything to crave for.


After the work got over, we left for our respective homes.
My teacher’s house was about one kilometer from the school
and many-a-time I had seen her in the market. My schoolmate
lived a little far away, so she called for a three-wheeler
and left.


Since my teacher had some extra books and other stuff with
her, I offered to accompany her to her home. Of course, I
was trying to be with her for as long as possible. After reaching
her home, the door was opened by a maid. Handing over the
books to her maid, I asked for leave but she invited me inside.



She had a nice home. There were two small lovely dogs that
came jumping playfully at me. I was then offered a glass
of orange squash by the maid. Finishing the squash, I thanked
my teacher and got up to leave. As I was getting out, the teacher
asked me what my plans were for the next day, which happened
to be a Sunday.


I told her that there wasn’t anything in particular that
I had on my mind and the usual stuff, etc. Hearing this she
asked me if I could come over the next day after 10 am and help
her with some house work as her maid would be on her weekly
day off. I promised to return the next morning and left.



Next morning informing my family members about where I
was going, I picked up my bicycle and left for her home. I
had tried to dress up little more gentlemanly that morning,
in my best trousers that were a gift brought from abroad
by a friend.


When I reached my teacher’s home and rang the bell, the door
was opened by the teacher herself. I slowly moved in, and
sat on the sofa. The dogs once again came running to me and
we all began to have fun. Teacher offered me some lemon squash
this time and began to chat with me casually. Though I was
responding to all her questions, I was on guard so as not
to blurt out anything that would reveal my thoughts, etc.



About 30 minutes later, I was absolutely comfortable in
her presence. I enquired about her husband as I could not
hear any sounds from the house. She casually told me that
he was on duty for the last three months and she had been living
alone all this time. I now understood why she needed the
helping hand to complete her household job. Anyway, I was
just too fond of her to deny anything. Remember, she was
always nice to me.


I then asked her about the work that needed to be taken care
of. Hearing this she smiled and told me that she had asked
the neighbor’s son the previous evening to do it and that
it was already over. I actually felt let down hearing this.
I felt that I had missed the opportunity to impress my teacher.



I think, she was able to read my thoughts and asked me not
to worry and relax. Then she added that she actually wanted
me to come over to her place because she used to feel lonely
in the absence of her husband. I could sense the sadness
in her voice and told her that I fully understood how she
felt.


All of a sudden she stood up and went inside her house. After
a while she called me from inside and told me that she wanted
to show me her photo albums. Since I was feeling absolutely
comfortable by now, I walked in following her voice. She
was inside her bedroom, sitting on the bed with two huge
albums in front of her.


Strangely, till this moment I had not noticed how she looked
or what she was wearing. Now I recall, she was wearing a kaftan
and her hair was loosely tied in a bun. She was not wearing
any makeup. But that simply did not make any difference
to how she looked. Actually, I found her to be more natural
and appealing that day.


She began to take me through her albums. It contained photos
of her right from her childhood. She was very beautiful
even as a child. And as she kept growing up, she kept turning
into as beautiful as an angel. Unknowingly, I told her about
my observation.


Since she was being friendly, I had forgotten that she was
both my class teacher and my math teacher and I was stepping
into an extremely sensitive territory. I was happily chatting
with her as if she were my classmate.


Then she came to the second album which was actually her
marriage album. The moment she opened it and I saw the first
photo, I just became quiet. It was as if I was electrocuted
and blood simply drained away from my head.


All of you must have heard the story of “Beauty and the Beast”.
There it was, right in front of me. The man in the photo was,
I am sorry to say this but, one of the ugliest men I have ever
come across in my life. He was dark like a crow, with bulging
eyes and trying very hard to hide his protruding front teeth.
Further, he had heavy moustache on his face. In the Bengali
marriage headgear, with lots of makeup on his face, he looked
terrible.


By her side was one of the most beautiful women on this earth.
There was pain visible on her face. I removed my eyes and
looked down at the bed without saying anything. After a
few seconds, which appeared to be hours to me, I lifted my
face and looked at my teacher.


She had tears in her eyes and her face was full of sadness.
I did not know what to do or what to say. I was neither old enough
nor bold enough to console her on such a personal matter.
The only thing I could do was to close the album, and that’s
what I did. As I was doing it, my fingers touched her fingers
and a strong current ran through my whole hand.


Ma’am allowed me to close the album and then held my palm
gently. My hand went limp. The warmth of her hand was not
something that I had ever felt in my life. I looked at her,
she looked at me and asked, “kimi, will you be my friend as
I don’t have anybody around me with whom I can feel comfortable?
Ever since I first saw you in school, I felt that though much
younger to me, you are still a very mature person.”


I felt flattered and did not know what to say. I just smiled.
She held my palm much more strongly now and I too had started
to enjoy the feel of her touch now. I accepted her offer of
friendship. You tell me, who could refuse such a beautiful
woman, and that too when she was your math teacher and also
your class teacher


Then she got up telling me that she was going to the kitchen
to cook something for our breakfast as she was hungry. She
walked to the kitchen leaving me behind in the room. I sat
down quietly, again looking at the pics in the album. But
this time I was more curious to look at her marriage album.
Frankly, this time looking at it I felt sad and angry at the
same time.


I felt that she was a victim of the parental pressures who
had married her off just for the sake of money and position,
etc. I kept looking at the pics and feeling sad for my new
friend. I was so engrossed in the album that I did not notice
that ma’am had walked back to the room and was watching me
intensely. She must have noticed my expressions.


Suddenly I felt a warm and soft hug from behind and she softly
whispered in my ears, “kimi, don’t feel sad. It was my fate.
I have accepted it”. Her warm hug combined with the softness
of her body made me go crazy. I stopped breathing for a few
seconds. I did not know what was happening. I froze completely.



Ma’am leaned forward while continuing to hug me and kept
the plate that was in her hand on the bed. It contained some
delicious looking “Aloo-Parathas”. Then, without letting
go of me, she broke off a piece of the Pratha and gently touched
my lips with it. I opened my mouth but she continued to play
with it, teasing me. I somehow manage to grab it with my mouth
and ate it.


Man, it was delicious. Then I too picked a piece of the grub
and playfully directed it towards her mouth. She grabbed
it instantly, biting my fingers in the bargain. God, I was
hurt, but there was an indescribable thrill in it. We both
laughed and laughed and laughed. I had completely forgotten
that I was in the arms of my teacher, who was probably10-12
years, my senior.


Her soft scented breath on my neck was making me act crazy.
But I had no idea why this was happening. My penis began to
swell in my trousers creating a bulge. I tried to hide it
by shifting my position but was held firmly in place by Ma’am.
Looking at my face, she must have guessed what was happening.
And then I felt something wet on my right ear.


As I write, I can still recall that sensation after all these
years. My ear was in her mouth. Then she moved down and bit
my ear lobe. She sucked on it, chewed it and blew on it. Man,
I was going crazy. I tried to turn around but she wouldn’t.
Her breasts on my back were like heaven. I wanted to turn
around and grab them, but I was pinned. She kept on sucking and chewing my ear, and now her hand was
gently rubbing my chest. I must tell you that though I was
young, still I had a hard and athletic body, which I believe
is god’s gift to me. I have managed to maintain my structure
even today. Then she found the opening in my shirt to enter
her hand inside and rub my chest.


I must confess, I was in heaven, without being dead. At that
time I had no idea about sex, except that a couple had to get
married to produce babies. But what do they do to make babies
was out of my knowledge zone. Yes, I was familiar with masturbation,
but I firmly believed that it was a man’s job where girls
had no role to play.


That day, I was experiencing something absolutely new.
My math teacher was devoted to my learning new equations
about life. Now I was fully comfortable in her company.
I was totally detached from the world and the morals. I had
tasted the pleasure of being in a beautiful woman’s arms.
I had forgotten everything other than the warmth of her
body and the soft breath on my neck and the soft chewing of
my ear lobe. I was in the arms of my friend.


Being an athlete, I was strong. Now I used my strength a bit
and turned around breaking her grip. She did not resist.
I held her tight, crushing her in my arms. Till that day I
had only hugged my male friends, and that is how I hugged
her, without realizing there was a woman in my arms. She
cried out loudly, but I had lost it.


I could feel her soft back in my palms and her lovely breasts
were being crushed by my chest. I could feel her bra in my
hands. And at that very moment, she kissed me right on my
lips. The shock of getting kissed on the lips loosened my
grip on her. She said, “gently my boy, gently”. She now opened
her mouth a little and once again kissed me on my lips.


Then she held my lower lip with her lips and then with her
teeth, gently sucking on it. It was wonderful. Her breath
smelled of flowers. My eyes began to close and my grip was
loosening. Suddenly a thought struck my mind and I pushed
her away. She was shocked. I told her, Ma’am, you kissed
me, now you will become pregnant. I haven’t even “eaten
Nirodh” to avoid pregnancy.


Hearing this, she broke into side-splitting laughter.
I was taken aback. I did not know how to respond. There I was
worrying sick about her getting pregnant and she was just
laughing at me. After a few moments, she calmed down enough to look into
my eyes and said, “you poor darling. That is why I have liked
you right from the moment I saw you. You just look tough,
otherwise you are absolutely soft and naïve”.


I continued to look at her like a baby. Then she explained
to me that kissing does not lead to pregnancy. It needs more
than that. And one does not have to “eat Nirodh” to avoid
pregnancy, it is something to be worn on the penis.


I shook my head as if I had understood and asked her if she
had a “Nirodh” at home. She said yes, but also added that
it was not meant for me as I was too young to use it. Hearing
my teacher explain everything to me, I was at peace. Thank
god, she was not going to be pregnant. Then she gently led
me to lie down on the bed and resumed kissing me.


Once in a while, she would giggle while kissing me but on
asking would not tell me why she giggled. After some time,
I felt something wet and soft entering my mouth and realized
it was her tongue. It felt good. Rather it was delicious
to taste her mouth and the tongue. She continued to probe
my mouth with her tongue. I too began to respond in a while.



My heart was beating fast and it felt that it would jump out
of my chest. My penis had grown completely and the bulge
was hurting me. I wanted to remove my shirt and her kaftan
and explore her body, but I did not have much energy left
in my body. I think she had the power to read my mind. She with
one hand began to open my shirt’s buttons, while continuing
to kiss me at the same time.


I also gathered some strength and courage and moved my right
hand up to her breast. My first experience of touching a
woman’s breast is unforgettable. It was soft like cotton.
I grabbed the boob and began to squeeze it. The lace of the
bra was making me crazy. I felt like looking at the bra clad
boobs. I looked in her eyes pleadingly.


She understood me and led my hand to help her pull the kaftan
up. I followed her instructions. Within a few seconds her
kaftan was gone. And so was my shirt. After the last week
it was another view of looking at her milky boobs covered
with lovely lacy bra. I held her breasts using both my hands
and began playing with them.


Though now I wanted to remove the bra and see her nipples,
still her semi-naked body was doing something else to me.
Frankly, even at this moment I did not know the use of a hard
and leaking penis. I moved down and began to lick her boobs
with my mouth. The bra was still on. I continued to do it right
from the top of it. In a few moments it was wet with my saliva.



In my excitement, I also bit her boobs a few times leaving
my teeth impressions on them. Then using my mouth only,
I pulled her bra down revealing her nipples. My, what a sight
it was. She had the most beautiful nipples. They were small
and pinkish in color. Mind you, I am saying this with my experience
now.


As an adult there have been a few more women in my life at different
times, but no one has been able to match her beauty till date.
I first felt her nipples with my fingers, pressing them,
squeezing them, then with my mouth I began to play with them.
I sucked and sucked and sucked. First the left one, then
the right one, then alternately continued to suck her boobs
for over 15-20 minutes.


She began to go crazy after about 5 minutes, holding my head
from behind and crushing my face against her ample boobs.
I did not mind her doing so. She had a velvety feel. Both our
bodies were hot and fully entangled. I continued to suck
her. After a while, I felt her hand travelling down and over
my trousers. She was feeling my bulge. Initially I felt awkward, but then started to enjoy it.
My body automatically began to respond to her touch. She
felt my bulge for a while then began to open the buttons.
We used to wear trousers with buttons then. Once the buttons
were open, her hand began to play with my tool from above
the underwear. Luckily I was wearing a new ‘undy’ that day.



She whispered in my ears, you are pretty hot man. All wet
down here. I did not know that I was leaking. I felt embarrassed because
of what she said. I thought that maybe I had peed in my knickers
in excitement and she was making fun of me. I began to get
up in a hurry but she asked me to continue to lie down. I was
getting hot behind my ears.


She then slowly removed my undy and held my cock in her hot
hand. Then she gently held and squeezed my balls. I am not
a very hairy guy and I don’t enjoy hair on my balls so ever
since I began to sprout hair, I have been shaving them off
my balls. So I was clean down there. She continued to play
with my cock and balls and I continued to get harder and harder,
bigger and bigger.


I had never experienced this type of stiffness in my cock
ever. I also began to leak a little more. She held the cock
in her palm and with her thumb rubbed the sticky fluid on
the penis head. She then tried to pull the foreskin up. This
was a pretty painful experience for me. Till then I could
never pull my foreskin up when I was erect and today I was
at my hardest and it was being pulled up.


I began to stop her due to pain but she stopped me. Using my
own pre-cum she began to lubricate my cock and at the same
time pull the skin up. I was so much in pain that I forgot everything
about her boobs and the pleasure I was getting. I asked her
to stop but she again stopped me telling me to stop being
a crybaby. I guess, she knew how to use the right words. She
had challenged a growing man’s ego and then I stopped complaining.



Looking at me she smiled. Her smile was hypnotic and I was
completely engrossed in it. Then keeping the cock in her
hand while gently rubbing it she came back to me and began
to kiss me. I totally forgot about my pain and then after
a while she just pulled the foreskin completely up with
a jerk.


I jumped, but she held me tight. Kissed me again and simultaneously
turned around and put her mouth on my cock, covering it completely
with her saliva. This was again a shocking experience for
me. A penis for me was a dirty thing and had never thought
that anybody would put it in the mouth, but that’s what was
happening to me.


The hot and soft mouth covered my penis completely and within
seconds my pain had vanished. The discomfort was still
there but no pain. My teacher continued to suck my penis
and I had begun to enjoy it. Can you imagine the person who
was a thing of desire for every male in my school was actually
sucking my cock?


Then another kind of excitement began to take over me. My
wet and hard penis began to throb. I knew, I was about to release
my load. This again was a problem for my inexperienced mind.
I pushed my teacher, but she wouldn’t let me go. Somehow
I managed to push her away and the moment she left my cock,
I erupted like a volcano.


My hot and sticky cum was bursting out of the tip and spreading
everywhere. It was on teacher’s face, her breasts, her
bed, on my stomach, even on the ground. I had never erupted
so strongly. I was in a shock for having dirtied her and her
room. I couldn’t look her in her eyes, and when I managed
to gather enough courage to do so, I found her smiling naughtily.



I blurted, ma’am, I am sorry. She did not say anything and
just hugged me and kissed me again. I knew, she wasn’t angry
with me. We continued to lie down in her bed in each other’s
arms. I had begun to love my new friend. Then I dozed off for
a while. When I woke up I again felt teacher’s mouth on my
cock. She was enjoying my cock like a lollypop.


But this time I could see her lovely ass turned towards me.
There was a lovely lacy panty covering her private parts.
I had never seen a woman’s genitals till then and looking
at the opportunity I put my hand on her buttocks. She stopped
sucking me and realizing that I had woken up she smiled and
pushed her buttocks closer to my face. There was an unfamiliar smell reaching my nose. It was little
stale and flowery at the same time. It was different and
it was exciting to smell it. I gently felt her butt and the
genitals. The panty was completely wet. Then I slowly put
my fingers inside the panty. It was all warm and wet and little
sticky.


I was also feeling a little dirty for being so close to her
genitals. But I could not stop myself. I kept on feeling
the area. It too was soft like cotton. And she too did not
have much hair there. I then pulled the panty down. Man,
it was a site to look at. It was clean and there was some sticky
fluid coming out of the buns. I felt nervous and dirty but
her genitals were like magnets, pulling me closer and closer
to them.


The smell became overpowering for me. I touched it gently,
feeling the liquid. It was hot to touch. She turned around
and asked, “do you like it?” I simply did not know what to
say. “Do you find it dirty?” Man, she was a mind reader. I
nodded my head slowly. She responded, “don’t worry, it’s
a natural reaction as you are still young. You will learn
to like it pretty soon”.


Saying so, she went back to my cock. Since I had ejaculated
a few minutes ago, this time I was able to control myself
a lot better and was actually enjoying the sucking. She
turned around and asked me, “won’t you suck me too?” I did
not know what to say. She did not say anything and went back
to cock sucking.


Feeling guilty, I began to make up my mind about sucking
her vagina. I moved my head closer. It was so big and so sticky
and so hot from such a close distance that I began to feel
being pulled in to the vagina. It was the color of pastel
pink with some interesting folds of skin. There was a small
mound of skin a little above.


My mouth moved towards the cunt and my tongue automatically
came out. I was expecting to taste something that was horrible
to taste but I sure was in for a surprise. Her juice was sweet
and salty at the same time. It was something I had never tasted
in my life. I moved ahead more confidently now and began
to play with my tongue, lips and sometimes teeth.


I don’t have words to describe my experience. It was just
too cool. I had actually begun to enjoy the juices. With
my tongue probing her cunt, she began to move her hips in
rhythm with my movements. She continued to lick my cock.
Suddenly she pushed me a little and then was on top of me.
I did not know it then but this is what people call position
69.


Now I was enjoying the act of giving and receiving at the
same time. This sweet “bengalan” was a real master of the
art and I had begun to feel grateful to her for choosing me
to be her pet We continued for many minutes. And suddenly I felt my head
being crushed by her thighs and my face pressed by her cunt.
I was chocking but my pleasure giving motions were continuing
and the pressure continued to increase from all sides.
Her sucking speed on my penis was increasing and all of a
sudden I was drenched in a shower of hot fluid.


I stopped, believing that she had peed on me, but in reality
she had not pissed. She was chocking me like anything. I
felt a little dirty but I noticed that this time the sense
of feeling dirty had reduced considerably. I wasn’t worried
any more but was looking forward to being peed upon by her
again.


After a while, she relaxed and with a sigh slipped off me.
I kept lying down, trying to catch my breath but she wouldn’t
let me alone. She pulled me towards her and made me align
with her head to toe and holding me in her arms, closed her
eyes and went off to sleep. I manage to pull a sheet over both
of us and the warmth also made me sleepy. I too drifted off
into a peaceful slumber. I guess, we woke up almost two hours
later. It was about four in the afternoon.


I had never ever felt so light and relaxed in my life than
that very moment. Our body’s warmth was not allowing us
to leave the bed and we once again began the process to discover
each other. Though both of us were hungry, we started to
kiss and feel each other. I had begun to get hard again. Ma’am
too was feeling my body with her warm hands. After some time
we began to get hot again.


And then all of a sudden, it happened…


It came as a shock to both of us. There was someone at the door,
ringing the bell. Within a second, I separated from her
and rushed to pick my clothes. She too went for her Kaftan,
but she was calmer than I was. She slowly picked it up and
while wearing it, moved towards the main door.


That was a neighbor who had come to meet her to en quire about
her daughter’s tuition's. While she talked with her,
I got dressed. Then I heard her calling me, “kimi, please
wait for a while and I will help you with the cupboard.” I
heard her explaining to the neighbor that she was busy rearranging
her furniture and had invited her “best” student from the
school to help her out.


Well, after that she made some snacks for all of us and after
a while, I left for my home. As I was leaving she told me that
I should not tell other boys of my class that I had helped
her rearrange her furniture, otherwise they may tease
me of being the teacher’s pet. The neighbor lady smiled
hearing this, but I got the message.

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