"Check kar, check kar na bsdk," I repeated myself again and again. "Jaldi check kar ke bata mujhe." Fingers crossed, I waited as Deepak, the guy at the cyber cafe, typed my Roll No. in the blank space. The results were out and I couldn't wait to know if I had made it.
"Pass hai," he said with excitement.
I wasn't very excited with just "pass." "Number kitne hai?"
"81%," he replied.
"Yeahhhhhhh!" I shouted. I finally made it. It's not like I weigh marks too much, but someone I know felt that way. Rekha ma'am, my dearest, was my teacher at school and also at her home where I took extra lessons, often involving the beautiful female anatomy. Rekha ma'am was the most beautiful woman I knew. Fairer than milk, she had voluptuous breasts and a giant, round ass. Man, I loved her ass. The way her butt cheeks went up and down as she walked, uff. I almost always had an erection every time I saw her. It didn't matter if we were in public or private. I always wanted to fuck that phat ass of hers. And my result today was my ticket to that unfulfilled dream.
"Chal tu 80 se upar marks le kar dikha de mujhe, fir nahi karungi mana," she had told me the last time I begged her to let me have a taste of her magnificent ass. It was that day, and today, after 3 months of waiting, I can't stress enough how much I want to get back in her bed. Her poor husband is never at home and her ignorant son must have been out playing with his idiot friends or something when I had the most amazing time with her. It was my first time with her in her bed. Other times, we had to make it real quick, do it sneakily. It was the only time we had enough time. She sucked me, I sucked her, licked every part of her marvellous body -- her neck, her chest, her soft belly, that deep navel, thick thighs, bubbly butt and of course her hairy cunt. I fucked her raw. She told me to wear a condom but I didn't. It felt like heaven cumming inside her warm pussy. I told her I wanted to fuck her ass and like always she denied. But this time she gave me hope. If I could score more than 80% in my X Board exams, she would let me fuck her in the ass!
I am Amit, a simple, young 20 year old lad, who has had sex with his favourite teacher and this is my retelling of the story. Of course it has some added spices but I'll try to keep it as real as possible. Also, if you have any complaints or problems with stories involving incest, reluctance, adultery or infidelity, fetish, blackmailing, voyeurism, cuckolding, sharing, swapping, potential casteism, racism, you can leave right at this very point, because the stories I write tend to have these elements rooted. I am in no manner endorsing these activities. These are just made up stories with no real intentions. Enjoy;) Also, if you are someone who doesn't understand Hindi, you might have some problem since I like to keep the dialogues in Hindi because of my inherent nature. I simply feel dirtier when conversations happen in my native language i.e., Hindi. Thanks and Enjoy ;)
I got the print-out and immediately cycled my way all the way to her house. I was so excited with the thoughts of fucking her ass, I didn't think she might be busy or have people over. I should have called her. At least then she'd be expecting me. But no, my dumb ass had diverted all my blood from the brain to my dick. I reached over there. Got off my cycle. And who do I see? My arch nemesis, Rahul, coming out of her house.
"Aaj bhi tuition lega kya behanchod?" he said to me.
"Tujhse matlab?" I replied.
"Mera ghar hai, mera nahi toh kiska matlab?" He was right, I knew, but at the time, I was thinking with my cock and not my brain.
"Tera nahi, teri chachi ka ghar hai. Aur wo chachi meri ma'am hai. Theek?" I replied.
"Apni aukaat mein raha kar. Bhoola mat kar kaun hai tu." He smirked. That bastard, he wanted a fight. He wanted to remind me of my status. Yes, I was born into a poor family. Yes, I belong to a lower caste. But did that make me less of a human? Just because he is from a so-called upper caste, he thinks he can bully me. I'll fucking teach him a lesson. No Amit, use your brain, he wants to start a fight. It's his place, his locality. If you fight, you'll be thrashed by him and his so-called casteist scum friends. Wait for another day. You'll get him.
"Amit!" I heard a distant yet familiar voice. "Upar aao, kya result raha." It was Rekha ma'am from the window on the first floor.
"Chala ja bsdk." I could see the frustration in his voice. "Teri ma'am bula rahi hai."
I wanted to punch him so bad. I walked in thinking what an asshole he is. I climbed up the stairs.
"Is madarchod ko kya pata ki jis neechi jaat ka ye mazak bana raha hai, wo iski unchi jaati ki chachi ki na jaane kitni baar chut baja chuka hai aur aaj toh saali ki gaand bhi lunga," I thought in my mind. Now that I think of it, it was not my proud moment. I was really wrong thinking ill of Rekha ma'am. She was perhaps the only one who cared for me and this is what I had thought of her. I reduced that magnificent woman to her caste. I am ashamed I ever thought that. But moving on.
There she was in her pink cotton maxi, looking like the nymph she was. I noticed she didn't have sindoor in her forehead today, which was weird because that was the first time I saw her like that. She did have red bangles in her hands and her gold mangalsutra on though.
"Kaisa raha result?" she asked.
"81% aaye hain ma'am," I said.
"Arrey waah!" She seemed genuinely happy and hugged me.
"Prithvi kahan hai?" I asked, my face buried in her soft boobies as she hugged me.
"Apne papa se milne shehar gaya hai," she said as she released me from her loving embrace.
"Hein? Main kab shehar gaya?" I joked. "Main bhi toh papa hi lagta hoon, ek tarah se." I wrapped my arms around her waist.
She chuckled. "Haan bilkul."
Sliding my hands down to her peach butt, I said, "Toh papa ka gift kahan hai?" I groped her ass, fingering her ass crack with the maxi still on her. "Prithvi ki mummy."
She pushed me away, smiled slyly. "Kya gift chahiye tumhe Amit?"
"Wahi jiska aapne wada kiya tha," I said.
"Kuch yaad nahi aa raha mujhe," she teased me. "Kya wada kiya tha?"
"Yahin baramde mein bataun?" I asked. "Ya andar bedroom mein?"
"Achcha," she said, then looked at me from top to bottom. "Main nahayi nahi hoon waise abhi tak. Naha loon pehle?"
"Chhodo na," I said. "Baad mein naha lena."
"Nahana toh padega baba," she pretended to think. "Lekin tumhe bhi toh jana hoga na. Itni der mera intezar thodi karoge!"
"Aapka intezar toh main marte dum tak karunga ma'am." Cliche! Cringe! I know but what else to say.
"Achcha, lekin aise tumhe intezar karwana bhi toh theek nahi hai." She held my hand and started to walk. I followed. "Ek kaam karo, tum bhi mere saath naha lo?"
Uff, that's the hottest thing she could have ever said to me. We had fucked before but never in the shower.
"Haan ye theek baat hai," I agreed.
She led me to her bedroom. The moment she walked inside, I jumped on her like a hungry lion. We landed on the bed with my hands all over her, grabbing, pinching, caressing everything that came in contact, my lips biting her lips, sucking the sweat out of her neck, licking everywhere I could.
"Bathroom wahan hai," she said.
"Aur hum dono yahan," I spanked her ass over that cotton maxi that came between us. "Utaro ise." I said and didn't wait a second before I myself held the hem and forcefully pulled it over her. For a second there, I thought Rekha ma'am was in the air as I disrobed her.
And there she was, my goddess of lust, right before me in nothing but her brown cotton undies or what I like to call them, her chaddi. She was not wearing any bra underneath. Normally she had her white bra on supporting her milkers. I cannot stress enough how beautiful she looked at that moment.
I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her naked skin with my bare hands. She got on top of me, practically straddling me. We kissed like never before. It had been 3 months and kissing alone was making me go crazy. I swear if she hadn't withdrawn in time, I would have soiled my pants.
"Naha lein ab?" she said as she walked inside the bathroom. Her underwear did nothing to hide her naked ass swinging in front of me. I jumped out of the bed, threw my shirt and pants in some corner and ran in. The moment I entered, she twisted the tap and voila, it was like rain. How many people can say they had sex in the shower with their favourite teacher? I am guessing I am one of those lucky bastards who could relate.
There she stood, naked, facing me. Her wet body excited me in a manner never before. Something took over me. I rushed at her, held her hands in mine, her breasts touched my chest, her legs between my legs, as I forced myself onto her. She let out a small, surprised laugh as I sandwiched her between me and the bathroom wall. I kissed her hard. It was wild and hungry and demanding. Almost biting off her lips. She tried to free her hands but I had them pinned. My cock, still inside my underwear, was harder than ever. I turned her around, with my back on the wall, she leaned onto me, I wrapped my hands around her body and she did too. I have no idea how long the kiss went on for.
I worked my hands on her whole body, grabbing every piece of her MILFy body -- her shoulders, her back, her arms, her breasts, her waist, her thighs and that butt! I moved my hand along her spine, down to her wet ass. What an ass yaar! I squeezed it really hard, slapped it lightly, and she moaned into my mouth!
I made my way to the front, slipped inside her damp panties and finally encountered her wet hairy pussy. She looked at me with excitement. Brushing through her pubes, I began to circle around, rubbed my finger against her clit and finally pushed a finger in.
"Aahhh Amit," she gasped as I worked my finger in and out of her.
"Ruko," she panted as she pulled away. She slid her underwear down and got down on her knees. I licked my finger that had been inside her panties for the last few minutes. She pulled my underwear down and my rock hard dick jumped out with so much excitement that the head almost hit her in the face.
"Huh!" came out of her mouth and we both laughed. "Gulp." She took it in her mouth. I cannot describe in words that feeling -- her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling around it. The warmth inside made me cum within seconds.
She was obviously surprised with the sudden cum-explosion inside her mouth but she didn't pull away. Instead she went deeper. I could see she gagged, her eyes wide, locked with mine, face all red and yet she swallowed. Damn, it was the hottest thing ever. She gulped down my semen, not wasting a single drop. No blowjob ever could match the intensity of this one.
She stood up and, not wasting a single moment, she kissed me. Tongue! I could taste my own cum and honestly it wasn't very nice. It was salty and weird and stinky and yet this lady, my dear Rekha ma'am, had eaten it all off my dick. I just loved her so much in that moment. Meanwhile, my cock was still as hard as it humanly could be. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and rubbed it on her lady part as we made out.
I understood the assignment and thrust my hips, penetrating her soft, warm pussy.
"Ahhh," she cried with her lower lip still between my teeth. I fucked her for a minute or two when she decided to turn around. She placed her hands against the wall, her back and her lovely ass towards me. I positioned myself behind her, grabbing her hips and, with one powerful thrust, I was again inside her pussy.
"3 mahine se hilaya bhi nahi tumne?" she asked.
"Nahi," I said. "Is mauke ke liye khud ko roka tha."
"Ahhh," she moaned as I continued ramming my manhood into her nectar hole.
It was beautiful fucking her from behind, with water pouring over us, our wet bodies pressed against each other, her dark black hair sticking to her back, her mangalsutra still dangling on her chest. Our bodies felt like a single unit. We achieved some sort of rhythm. I have no words to explain it to you people. It was simply the most exotic feeling anyone could possibly experience.
"Ma'am," I said, grunting, "Should I come inside?"
"By all means, beta," she said. Her calling me beta made me cum that very instant. I thrust deep inside her and we remained like that for a long time, leaning against the wall, with me on top of her, water pouring over us. I pulled out and within an instant my cum oozed out of her delicious pussy, going down via her thighs to the floor. It had to be the hottest feeling ever.
Then, we finally began to bathe properly. She soaped my chest and I motorboated on hers. She washed my hair and my back and my tired manhood. I returned the favour, soaping her back, butt and that hairy cunt. We stepped out of the bathroom. Used the same towel to dry each other and lay down on the bed just like that, naked. She told me what a great orgasm she had.
In her words, "Aaj se pehle aisa kuch kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya. Itna maza mujhe kabhi nahi aaya," and she kissed me one more time. This time a gentle kiss.
It wasn't long before I was hard again. She was lying on her stomach and I had to do something. I began caressing her hair, then her back, and slowly I made my way to her butt. Her naked soft, round butt. The centre of my desire and fancy. I circled my finger against her tiny butthole.
She opened her eyes, "Nahi Amit."
"But aapne kaha tha ma'am," I protested.
"Kaha tha lekin ab nahi," she responded. "Main thak gayi baba."
"Har baar aise hi karti ho," I was in no mood to take no for an answer.
"Agli baar pakka," she said.
"Aapne wada kiya tha," I said, my voice low. "Din raat ek karke padhai ki maine. Sirf is liye ki aapki gaand maar saku."
Her smile faded, replaced by a look of resignation. "Haan, kiya tha." She sighed. "Lekin samjho na, ab thak gayi main. Tumhe pata hai kitna dard hota hai peeche se?"
"Jab karna hi nahi tha toh bola hi kyun?" I said. "Dard hoga toh aaj bhi hoga aur baad mein bhi. Toh aaj hi kar lete hain na. Maine 3 mahine se haath bhi nahi lagaya sirf is liye ki aaj maza karunga."
She did not say anything. Just stared at me for some time. She was conflicted. I know she wanted to keep her promise but was scared of me being rash or something. Before I could say anything, she nodded.
"Theek hai, jaisi tumhari marzi," she said. "Tel rakha hai, laga lo." She pointed at the dressing table.
Excited, I got up, went over to the wooden dresser. There was a small glass bottle. I twisted the knob and the aroma spread. I could tell it was coconut oil.
"Aap chinta mat karo," I told her. "Ek dum pyaar se aaram se karunga. Aap bas ghodi ban jao."
"Hmm," she said in a low voice. She pulled a pillow close and positioned it below her stomach as she got into the doggy pose. Uff, I was so aroused in that moment. There I stood with Rekha ma'am's lovely ass up high in the air, waiting for me to ravish it. The moment I had waited for so long was finally here.
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