For the new readers, I completed my B.Tech. And I am working as an engineer. To all the readers, this is a completely fictional story. I’ve written some genuine experiences as well. If you’re interested, please read my other stories and leave feedback.
Well, I am now going to take you through Mike’s college days. Hold on tight for the take off! Over to his Pov.
My parents suggested that I learn piano. I resisted, but they were adamant, so I reluctantly agreed. They looked around for a teacher in our area and found a few. After further discussion, they agreed with Asha Ma’am.
After college the following Wednesday, I went to Asha’s house on my bike. It was a smooth ride. She lived 5 km away. I was in a bad mood when I arrived. I had no desire to be present. I walked slowly over to her door and pressed the bell. Asha quickly made her way to the door, and my entire world improved.
Everything seemed better—the colours were more intense; the sky was brighter. The most stunning woman I had ever seen was standing in front of me. She was around 5’4″ tall. She had a stunning face, a lovely body, and straight, supermodel-like, pure black hair.
She was plump-looking with curvaceous hips and legs and huge tits. I couldn’t even guess her bust size. But suffice it to say her feet probably didn’t get wet when it rained.
“Hello, Mike. I’m Asha. Won’t you come in?”
I couldn’t speak. I merely followed her. The view from behind was another sight to behold. Curves in exactly the right places. We went into her living room, where I saw an intimidating full-sized grand piano. We passed the piano and sat on her couch.
“Your mother told me you’ve tried a few instruments already. Is that true?”
I could hardly think, let alone talk.
“Yes.”
“What instruments have you tried?”
“Violin and guitar.”
“Impressive. Why did you stop playing?”
“I don’t like playing instruments.”
“Are you more interested in the piano?”
“Not really, but Mom and Dad say I have to play, so here I am.”
I immediately regretted saying that.
“I see. Maybe I should talk with your mother and tell her that you need to find an instrument that you want to play. Maybe there’s one out there.”
I had blown it. I wanted to keep coming to lessons for no other reason than to see Asha.
“Now that I think more about it, I think I really do want to try the piano.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m positive.”
“Great. Then let’s get started.”
We walked over to the piano, sat down and had our lesson. She gave me some stuff to practice, and I rode home to wait for the next lesson. My lessons went on like this for 4 months. I would take any chance I could to look at Asha. I was pretty sure she didn’t know I was looking.
I was careful to avert my gaze when she would turn to me. Then came the final leg of my class. My lesson ended, and I got up to leave when Asha stopped me.
“Please sit down, Mike.”
I did.
“You’ve been coming here for a little over 4 months now, and you are not improving much. Are you practising during the week?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I don’t think I believe that. I think you hardly touch the piano until you come here, and then when you’re here, you spend the whole lesson looking at me.”
Uh oh. She did see me. I guess I was not as covert as I thought.
“I don’t mind the look. Young boys do that. It’s the fact that that’s ALL you do. This is a waste of your time, a waste of my time and a waste of your parents’ money. I need to talk to your mother.”
“Please don’t, Asha. I’ll practice. I promise.”
“I’ll give you one more chance. You take this sheet home and practice it. When you return next Wednesday, I’ll test you. If I’m pleased with your progress, we can continue. If not, I’ll call your mother.”
Asha handed me a piece of sheet music and directed me to the door. I rode home and immediately went to the piano and practised. I played for 2 hours every day. I was NOT going to let Asha down.
Wednesday came, and I rode to my lesson. Asha directed me to the piano and sat down beside me.
“Am I going to be pleased?” she asked.
“I hope so,” I replied as I started to play. When I finished, I looked over at Asha, not sure of what her reaction would be. I looked up at her and saw a tear in her eye.
“That was perfect, Mike. Your tempo was exact; your notes were precise. I don’t think I could have played that better myself. See what you can do? All you need is a little incentive.”
I beamed with pride. My lesson went as usual, and at the end, just before I got up to leave, Asha handed me another piece of sheet music.
“You go home and practice this piece, and if you pass the test next week, there will be a prize for you.”
“What kind of prize?”
“You’ll find out next Wednesday. Off you go.”
I rode home wondering what she could mean. I had no idea, but I wanted to find out, so I again spent at least 2 hours every day at the piano. Wednesday came, and I rode to my lesson. I sat down nervously at the piano and began my test.
When I was finished, I looked over to see Asha looking back with a big smile on her face.
“You’ve been working hard, haven’t you? I’m impressed. I knew you had talent in you.”
She wrote a few things down in her lesson pad and then looked up.
“I said something about a prize last week, didn’t I?”
I nodded.
“You’ve been looking at these for months now,” she said, running her hands around her breasts. “You like them. I can see that.”
She kept talking, but I have no idea what she said. She had also reached down and was undoing one of the buttons of her blouse. She finished, then undid the next one. I was breathless. She pulled the neckline of her blouse apart, and I could see her perfect mounds.
She still had her bra on, but I could see more than I had ever seen in my life. This was way better than the magazines that Paul had got for me. Sure, they were naked in the magazines, but this was real. I stared. And stared. And stared.
She buttoned her blouse up. I was crestfallen.
“Five minutes and then onto the lesson.”
We did just that. From then on, the lesson went as usual. At the end, she handed me a sheet without saying anything. I knew the rules now. I raced home, ran up to my room and jerked off madly. I didn’t bother with the magazines. I just pictured Asha’s perfection in my head.
It only took less than a minute before I shot my load. I sat there thinking about her for a few minutes and then went down to start practising. When I was done practising, I was horny again after thinking of Asha’s breasts. I ran back up to my room and masturbated again.
Wednesday came around, and I rode to my lesson, sat at the piano and did my test. Again, Asha had a large grin when I was done. She did her scribbling in her book and undid her buttons. This time she did THREE buttons, and I could see more of her breasts.
The five minutes ended, and we did the lesson. I had a raging hard-on the entire time. The lesson ended, I got my sheet and raced home to masturbate. The next week was the same, but this time she undid ALL her buttons. I could see all of her boobs. They were more perfect than I thought.
My five minutes ended, we did the lesson, and I raced home to masturbate.
It went on like this for another couple of months. Asha went so far as to touch her breasts, stroke them and pinch her nipples, but her bra never came off. I didn’t care. I was in heaven.
Mom came to my room one day. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m very proud of how well you’re doing in your piano lessons. I figured you’d probably want to have the semester break to go out. So I’m okay if you want to stop your lessons during these days and restart them after the break.”
There was NO WAY I was going to stop. This was better than ANYTHING.
As a few weeks passed. I did my weekly test, and Asha was smiling like always.
“I heard you had a birthday recently.”
“Yep. I was 21 on the 9th.”
“I didn’t get you a present. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay; I wouldn’t expect you to get me anything.”
“Here’s your prize for this week.”
She said as she started to unbutton her blouse. She undid all the buttons and left the blouse hanging from her shoulders. “Happy birthday.” She spoke, pushing her chest forward. I sat there looking as usual.
“You can touch them if you want.”
“If I WANT? Are you joking?”
“No. Go ahead.” She said, chuckling.
I reached out and touched her breasts. They felt wonderful. I had never touched breasts before, and it was better than I ever thought it would be. I ran my hands over the globes, feeling her protruding nipples under my hand.
“Five minutes is up,” she said as she buttoned her blouse again.
“That wasn’t five minutes,” I replied.
She pointed at the clock, and the lesson went on. After the lesson, I went home extra fast to jerk off. It was to the point now where my body associated sex with the piano. Just sitting at the piano to practice gave me a hard-on now.
Every day, I would masturbate when I was done practising. On Wednesdays, I would jerk off before, too.
As a few months passed, there came a competition as part of the district music festival. Asha wanted me to compete in that. She informed my mom about this, and I was encouraged by my parents for this. Wednesday came, and instead of starting my lesson with my test, I started it with questions.
“Do you really think I’m ready for this?”
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t. You’ve made so much progress in the last 6 months. I can’t believe how much you’ve improved. You have a month to practice. I know you can do it.”
“I don’t know.”
“I do. I know for a fact you can do it. You’ve really been playing the piano for about 6 months, and you now play better than someone who’s been at it for 6 YEARS. It’ll take lots of hard work, but I know you can make it a success. Here’s a little incentive for you.”
I smiled. I knew what was coming. Asha unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. I stared, but she wasn’t done. Her hands went behind her back and undid her bra. The garment hit the floor, along with my jaw. I was in shock.
“Feel free to touch them.”
I played with her breasts like I did on my birthday, but this time it was skin on skin. I was in heaven. The five minutes sped by. She put her bra back on and did up her blouse. My lesson was as usual. I raced home to masturbate. After feeling the magic flesh, I was EXTRA horny.
I cum quickly as always, but this time I stayed hard, so I just kept pounding myself. In a few more minutes, I cum again and STILL stayed erect. I kept beating my meat.
This time it took me over 20 minutes before I shot my third load, and it went FAR. I had to rest for about 15 minutes before going downstairs to practice.
Over the next month or so, I practised extra hard, sometimes as much as 4 hours in one day.
October 15th came, the day before my recital, and I felt confident. I knew I could do it. Asha was right. The next morning, we packed and drove to the venue. After about 60 minutes, Asha arrived.
“Hi. I’m glad you three made it okay. The performances start at 8:00, and Mike is scheduled to be the second one up. Can you come down to my room so we can prepare a bit for your performance, Mike?”
I followed Asha to her room. She prepared me for being in a large auditorium and playing in front of an audience, something I had never done. We concluded, and she kissed me on the forehead before we went back to my room.
After a few hours, it was my turn. The host introduced me, and I walked out on the stage. The applause subsided after I sat at the piano, and I began to play. I was not the least bit nervous. I belonged here. I played flawlessly, and when I was done, I received a standing ovation.
The host came to the microphone and informed the audience that I had been playing the piano for less than one year. The audience gave me another ovation; this one lasted for almost 5 minutes. I bowed, waved to the audience and left the stage.
The competition was done, and finally I bagged the second prize. This prize really cherished those incentives from Asha Ma’am. But the mega incentive was something I was anticipating.
So the next day, Asha called my mom and asked to meet me to discuss the competition performance. Without hearing anything more, I raced to her home.
When I arrived, she welcomed me with a naughty smile and shut the door. Asha spun around and planted her lips firmly on mine.
I was too shocked to comprehend the situation and merely stood there. Asha kissed me deeply while her hands grabbed my ass. Her tongue pushed past my lips and roamed my mouth. I was again stunned but soon figured out the proper response.
My tongue became the aggressor, invading her. She moaned. Soon, she broke the kiss.
“I KNOW this is very wrong, but the way you played out there made me want you more than I’ve wanted anyone in my life.”
I was going to reply, but her tongue back in my mouth prevented me. She pushed me down on the bed.
“You did well, so you deserve your prize.”
I could not believe what was happening to me. Asha reached behind her, fiddled with her dress behind her back, wiggled her hips like a slow-motion hula dancer, and her dress slid off her body. She smiled as she reached behind her to remove her bra.
It joined the dress on the floor. She smiled and looked down at me.
“I can see you like what you see,” she said, looking at my crotch. My hard work was very plain to see.
“Part of that is from just playing. Every day that I come home from my lesson, I run up to my bedroom to masturbate, and when I practice, just being at the piano gets me a boner.”
“I see you’re hard on every lesson we’ve ever had. You got hard the first time you saw me when I opened the door. I find it so wild that you get turned on just by sitting at the piano.”
“That’s because every time I sit at a piano I think of YOU and the prizes I’ve got along the way.”
“You’ve come so far in the last 7 months. Let’s see how far you cum TODAY,” she said with a chuckle. With that, she shed you panties and stood before me like a statue of perfection. She looked in my eyes, but she wasn’t smiling. She had a different look; one I’d never seen before.
“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you, Mike?”
I shook my head.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I’ve never seen that expression before.”
“I’m looking at you with lust in my eyes. That means I want you. I want to kiss you; I want you to kiss me, and I’ll teach you about all the other stuff I want. First, we have to get you naked, too.”
I started to rip off my shirt, but Asha quickly stopped me.
“That’s part of the fun, Mike. Let ME do it. You love watching ME take my stuff off slowly. I like the same.”
She slowly undid the buttons on my shirt, all the while kissing me, breaking to undo a button, then back to kissing me. When my shirt was open, she kissed her way down my neck and began kissing my chest. I had yet to grow much hair on my chest, and she seemed to like licking my bare skin.
She licked around my nipples and sucked one into her mouth. This shocked me. I’d heard of guys sucking girls’ nipples, but not the other way around. I liked it.
“You’ve got a great chest, Mike. I like a bare chest. Do you like what I’m doing to your nipples?”
“I’ve never heard of a girl sucking a GUY’S nipples.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah. A lot.”
Her mouth descended back down to my chest, and she sucked my nipples while she undid my belt and pants.
“Now the unveiling,” she chuckled as she pulled my pants down my legs. Now I lay there clad only in my underwear. She moved back up and began to pull down my underwear. The garment slid over my twitching cock, and when Asha saw it, she let out a slow gasp.
“Do you like my dick?”
“Yes, I do. It’s VERY nice and it’s not a dick. It’s a cock or a dick. When you talk with your doctor, it’s a dick, but when you’re with a lady, it’s a cock.”
“I love hearing you say those words.”
“You like me talking about how big your COCK is or how much I want to suck your DICK?”
”Oh yeah,” I croaked.
She kissed my stomach and made a trail of kisses going lower. My cock was still twitching from excitement. Asha licked my ball sac and sucked on my balls. I’d never heard of this, but it was great. Then she licked my shaft up and down, up and down.
She looked up at me with a wry grin and kissed my cock head. She kissed it all over. Then she opened up and pulled my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She moved her head a few times, and then I screamed. I shot the biggest load I had ever shot, and it all went into Asha’s mouth.
I felt like crying.
“I’m sorry, Asha.”
“Mike, I LOVE to swallow cum.”
“But it happened so fast.”
“That’s the way it is when you’re young. Besides, it doesn’t appear to be much of a problem,” she said, looking down at my cock.
It was still rock hard. Not twitching anymore, but still hard as a pipe. Asha stroked my cock with her fist. It was very slick from my cum and her mouth.
“I’m going to teach you how to make love to a woman. Some people call it fucking. Whatever it’s called, it’s a wonderful feeling. First off, there are many different positions for fucking. The most common is called missionary. That’s when I lie on my back and you climb on top of me and fuck me.”
“I like it when you say ‘fuck.”
“That’s my favourite word for it. Usually, a woman likes something called ‘foreplay’ before fucking, but I want you to climb on top of me and fuck the hell out of me.”
Asha lay on her back and spread her legs.
“See my pussy? See how wet and shiny it is?”
“Yeah,”
“That means I’m very wet. A woman needs to have a wet pussy before a man can push his cock into her. A woman’s pussy gets wetter the more aroused she is. There are a bunch of words people use for a pussy.”
“I know. My friends call it a twat.”
“That’s right. It can be a pussy, twat, gash, nookie or MY favourite, a cunt.”
“Oh. I like that one.”
“Then get between my legs and push your hard dick into my wet cunt.”
I assumed a kneeling position between her legs and pushed my cock at the entrance to her cunt.
“Oh yeah. Slide it into me, Mike. Fuck that feels good. Slide it all the way in. Oh yes. That’s so damn good. Now fuck me.”
I didn’t need any instructions on this. I slid my wet dick in and out of Asha’s welcoming pussy. I lay down on top of her and began to kiss her while I fucked her. She sucked on my tongue when I pushed it into her mouth. She grabbed my ass and squeezed it as I fucked her.
She slid her hands all over my back and grabbed my hair.
“Oh, Mike. Fuck me harder. Pound your cock into my cunt. Harder. Harder. YES!”
I was sweating now, and it was dripping down on Asha. Her legs would sometimes be flailing in the air, sometimes wrapped around my waist.
Asha began to gasp and pant.
“Oh, Mike. I’m going to cum. Fuck me. Oh God. I’m cumming.”
I could feel Asha’s cunt squeezing my dick as she came, and it got me going, too.
“Oh, Asha. I’m going to cum, too.”
“Yes, Mike. Cum in my cunt. Fill me up with your cum. Do it, Mike. Cum for me.”
My cock erupted and shot my love deep into Asha’s cunt. We were both panting for all we were worth. I collapsed on Asha.
“Thank you, Asha. That was the BEST experience of my life.”
“I loved it too, Mike. I came harder than ever.”
I rolled off her, and my dick popped out of her pussy and landed on the bed. We kissed and stroked each other’s bodies. When we caught our breath, Asha spoke. I looked at the clock beside the bed. It said 7:45.
“Holy shit! I have to go. My parents are going to be wondering where I am.”
“You can’t go back smelling like me. We have to have a quick shower.”
We ran to the shower and washed off. When we were drying, Asha looked at my cock. It was rock hard again.
“Stop that!” she joked. “You have to go.”
We both got laid multiple times. After 6 months, she moved to another state in accordance with her husband’s job. However, we’re still in touch. Feel free to reach out to me at [email protected].