I am Aadesh, a 40-year-old guy with an experience of 15 years of lecturing. I have seen many girls and guys luring me during my younger ages. But due to the fear of my profession, I had to suppress all my desires and fantasies. To progress in finance, I started teaching at a coaching centre beside my home.
Girls and boys in their early 20s used to take classes from me. Though married, the tiny blossoming breasts of girls turned me on every time I went near them.
A girl named Shwetha used to talk during classes which annoyed me a lot. I used to scold her in front of everyone. But I secretly had a crush on her. She had perfect mango shaped 34 sized boobs. It used to flash every time I made her stand.
Though she had good-sized hips, her ass was a bit flat. I had observed her wearing heels to make sure her ass gets a push from down.
The Insitute I worked had a repair for a couple of weeks. But since the exams were near, I asked my students to come to my home. I had a spare room and chairs to manage it.
Since it was rainy season, students sometimes used to get half wet by the time they reached. Since Shwetha used to come from far, she used to leave her home early. One evening the rains were so heavy that I messaged everyone that I would postpone the classes.
Somehow before seeing the text, Shwetha reached my home. She was drenched from tip to toe. I called her in. She left her heels outside and came inside. She was shivering. I offered her a towel. However, she could only dry her hair and face.
There wasn’t any use in drying the clothes she wore as it was completely wet. Now I was in a dilemma. I had my wife’s clothes. But I hesitated to offer them to her as my wife would come to know. Fortunately, my wife called me saying she is stuck in the office too due to rain and can’t come home.
I knew I had some 3 hours. Shwetha is a bold girl. She asked, “Sir, is this towel the only thing you would offer me.”
I said, “Oops, sorry. I have my wife’s dress, but I don’t think it would fit you.”
Shwetha was of good height than my wife and on the heavier side too.
She said, “I don’t mind picking them. These clothes are way too wet to wear.”
Yes. Her jeans were sticking to her skin, and her top was glued to her boobs. The shape of the boobs was visible. The best part was her hard nipples bulged inside the top. My pants zipper was about to explode, but I managed by changing my glance.
“Ok. Take the stairs. The first room on the left. Please don’t make a mess. My wife is too strict in terms of arranging clothes. Pick whichever is comfortable.”
She was about to take the stairs. Her ass had some shape compared to earlier. “What should I wear, sir?” Her words brought me back from thoughts, but she got me glaring at her butts. She was smiling.
“As I said, anything comfortable and makes you warm.”
She continues smiling. “What happened?” I asked her.
“Nothing, sir. You, too, wear something comfortable.” She was looking at my bulge, I guess.
“You first change and come,” I was stuttering.
When she was gone, I went inside the kitchen for some coffee. But my mind was totally on her. Her presence was making me anxious and tempting. It was wrong. She might feel angry if, by chance, I make a wrong move. That might spoil my entire career if this goes out.
I made 2 cups of coffee when I heard Shwetha coming down from stairs. She wore a pink camisole and a pleated skirt. Her boobs were held tight by camisole, which made me gaga over her looks. I needed a quick release. But I had to control.
“Thank you so much for the coffee and clothes, sir. All 3 are making me warm enough,” she winked.
Was she referring to me as the third? I was not sure.
“Excuse me. I need to use the washroom and make a quick change,” I was about to leave. She asked, “Will you come quickly or take time?” I was confused about what she was referring to. Cum or come?
My face went pale. She laughed out loud. “Sorry, sir. Take your time. I was concerned if the coffee would become cold.”
I quickly took the stairs and reached the attached toilet of my room. As I switched on the light, I was greeted by the most unexpected thing. Innerwears. It was not just inners. It is my student’s inners in my home. That’s the best fantasy of any lecturer. I was living that.
I went near it. She had dropped down her floral pink panty and pink bra. I thought of touching them but hesitated as she might doubt. I took a piss and came out. I took off my casual shirt and wore a normal tee and jogger pants. As I came down, she had finished the coffee.
She was washing the cup, turning towards the wash basin. I was surprised to see her bra straps inside the tight camisole. A small panty line was visible from her tight skirt. She had worn a bra and panty too, of my wife. The excitement of it was killing me.
She suddenly turned back and asked, “Sir, do you wanna drink it.?” I was again turning pale.”Sir. The coffee.” it brought me back again. She was smiling.
“Can you stop smiling? What’s funny here?” I took the cup and sounded slightly angry. I knew it was fake.
“Oops. Someone got angry,” she was laughing now.
She stopped suddenly. “Oops, sorry. This is your home, and I am already in debt of yours,” she winked.
“Stop it now, idiot. Or else…” I didn’t have any words to continue.
“Or else.What, sir?” she was smiling again. “The only thing you shouldn’t ask is to leave now by dropping everything I owe you.”
I replied, “Chill. I won’t tell anything as such.”
She continued, “I won’t mind dropping everything right away. I mean upstairs.”
Now I wanted to make her nervous. “Ok. Drop everything right away if you dare to.”
She wasn’t expecting that. She was startled.
“Errrr. This is the only bold thing you did on the face,” she came back with her tease.
“Oh, I could have done many other things if you weren’t my student,” I kept messing.
“In six months or so, I won’t be your student, sir,” she teased again.
“Is this information or an invitation?” I went a step forward.
“Someone is getting bolder now,” She leaned back on the sink
“If there is anyone who should be bolder here, it should be me,” I said.
“But it is the other way here, sir,” she kept laughing.
“Someone will be in the danger zone if I turn even bolder now,” I wanted to know what extreme it might go.
“Oh. Then who is stopping you in your home, sir?” she winked.
I took the empty cup and went near the sink. “Nothing can stop but…” I kept the cup in the sink. She was just beside the sink. Her armpits were visible from the sideline. She was clean-shaven. The armpits were as pink as her lips.
“Looks like our sir needs some bell to ring to start anything,” She looked at my crotch. It was now growing. The water from the sink started sprinkling, and a few drops fell on her stomach. Her camisole had a gap.
She hissed now. I was very close to her, and that hiss broke all the barriers. I couldn’t stop now. I kept my hands on her hips. She was watching. I bent over on her. She was leaning back over the sink.
Now my bulged cock was touching the pussy inside the skirt. We knew we couldn’t hold back from now onwards. She closed her eyes. My lips touched hers. She opened up a bit. Her rosy lips, cladded with cherry-flavoured lipstick, tasted and smelled awesome.
I started to lick them. She teased now with her tongue. I accepted the invitation. Now the kiss had become intense. We were kissing heavily. A few drops of saliva dropped on her cleavage and some on my tee. I held her head and started chewing the tongue.
She was heaving up and down now. Looks like she was having an orgasm. She held my head too tight. She took my hand over the skirt and made me rub her pussy. I was sure it was wet. She had a big orgasm. I was trying to lift the skirt. She stopped me.
“Shall we go to the room?” she hissed again in my ears.
“You want to take a ride?” I was adventurous now.
“Sure. If you can, all the way to the room,” she replied.
I gave a thrust and she understood. She crossed her legs over my hips now. Her hands were around my neck. I kissed her again and started moving. She was hanging and cooperating nicely. We didn’t break the kiss until we reached the room.
I dropped her gently over the bed. I was over her. I slowly dropped down to her toes. I took her toes in my mouth and started licking it. She was heaving again up and down. And slowly shouted, “Sir!” I understood she had another orgasm. I slowly lifted her skirt.
Her legs were ivory, white, soft and clean-shaven. I kept on kissing them. She was recovering from orgasm. I lifted the skirt to her panty. It was my wife’s favourite red satin panty. Shwetha had made a perfect choice. The satin panty was completely wet. I touched the pussy from over the panty. She moaned.
“Sir, please don’t tease now,” she was begging. I slowly moved to her camisole and lifted it. Her navel was deep and round. Rounded my tongue over it. She moaned loudly. I bite it slowly. Her body shook. Her navel was filled with my saliva. It’s time to move a bit high. I gently pressed both her boobs.
They were soft as sponges. I tried to remove the camisole. She helped me in removing. She had worn a perfectly matching red satin bra. Squeezed the melons and took a bite over the bra. I was biting exactly over the nipples. That part of the bra got wet.
Shwetha moaned in pain. I moved a bit above and gave a peck on the neck. And suddenly moved to the ears and hissed in her ears, “Are you ready for some real fun, Shwetha?” She was in a different world. She said, “Your student obeys what you say, sir.”
I rolled over all again down. Helped her remove the skirt. She was in a bra and panty now. The wet panty was emanating the smell of pure lust. I wanted to taste it. Slowly smeared my tongue over the panty. The juice of her pussy and my saliva made the panty completely wet.
Biting the straps of the panty, I took it down slowly. Now I was seeing a clean-shaven and perfectly maintained pussy. I smelled it first. The aroma of the juices just gave a kick. Gently kissed the upper part of pussy. Shwetha spread her legs. Now the pink pussy lips were visible.
From the top part to the bottom of pussy I took one of the lips in my mouth and sliced it. Shwetha screamed in pleasure. She was about to have an orgasm. Then did the same to the other pussy lip. Now I rolled the tongue slightly inside. I could feel the pussy bead, aka g spot.
I started to lick it at a faster pace. I was hitting the right spot. Shwetha now pushed my head deep inside it. She was now lifting her butt to give complete access to her pussy. My saliva was almost wetting her thighs. After a good 3 minutes of tongue fuck, Shwetha started to sweat.
Her armpit started to get wet, and droplets were on her forehead. She was holding the bed tightly. Till now, I had every dress on my body. It was time to get rid of them. In one go, I was naked. My precum-dripping cock was watching the ceiling.
Moving up again, my cock was between her boobs. She opened her eyes. Moving front and back in between the boobs, my cock was touching and coming back to her lips. I slowed down. Shwetha grabbed my cock with both hands.
“Can you make it wet for me?” I asked. She rolled her tongue on the top of cock. She sliced the gap in the dick and enclosed the lips on the mushroom. It was a perfect blow anyone had ever done to me. I wish I could let her do more of it. But I had already held back squirting with great difficulty.
I had to go now for the final encounter. I lifted her legs to my shoulders. I saw a perfect entry. I teased her pussy with my cock up and down. She had a pleading face. Slowly inserting my cock I held her boobs and squeezed. She started to moan again. Now half of my cock was inside, and Shwetha lifted her butt.
The wetness made the rest of the job. I almost got locked in her pussy. I started the thrust. She was cooperating. I started my movements fast now. Our fluids made the sound in sync. Thwaap twaap thwaap. Shewtha was moaning loud now. Her boobs were bouncing up and down.
The thrusting went on for almost 5 minutes. Her pussy was tightening up. Looks like she was having an orgasm. “Aah, Sir, please faster. Fucker, faster. I am about to cum. Please don’t stop,” Shwetha was trembling.
“Shwetha. Let’s cum together,” I started now at full speed. She almost tears the bed sheet in ecstasy.
“Sir, I’m cumming. Ah,” she was at peak now. My cock got tightened too. I was about to explode. “Shwetha, I m about to cum. Should I retract?” I had to be careful.
“I swear I will kill you if you take it out. You fucker. Don’t do that. Just a few more shots, sir.”
It was now inevitable. I moved deep as fast l ever could. The sounds, the smell, the position, everything was perfect.And the cumming too. I would have filled her entire pussy. Such intense was the cumming. Shwetha had it with me. She embraced me, and slowly our bodies were on each other.
She had tears in her eyes. Our sweating bodies dirtied each other. After 5 minutes of sleeping together, we came to the real world.
“Shwetha, you want to grab something to drink? ”
“Water is enough, sir,” her tone was low now.
Giving her a water bottle, “Leave only when you are comfortable,” I said.
“Dress?” she was now confused.
“Bring it back in 3-4 days. Anyways my wife is not going to use them soon. She won’t know,” I said.
“Thank you and sorry, sir. I was not in control,” she was now on a guilty trip.
“Never mind. And never tell anyone that you reached here in the rain. Let this secret drain down with rain.” I said in a calm tone.