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My Teacher - My Angel

By: touchmate



This story is fifty years old. Places, characters, values and cultures try to reflect that period. This is basically a love story that turns erotic. The pace and the buildup are necessarily slow sometimes, in tune with that period. If you like a touch of innocence, the slow build up and the explosive erotic love between two novices, then, read on.!

Sekhar's narrative

My name is Sekhar. I was all of eighteen years when the events of this story happened. I come from a large family that comprised of my father, mother, three sons and three daughters. My father was working as a Manager in a private firm and my mother was a housewife. My eldest sister was already married and I had another sister who was elder to me. The rest were all younger. We were a typical middle class family and lived in Hyderabad.

It was my first day at the all male college where I joined the B.SC course. It was all a cultural shock – the transition from school to college which also involved a change of medium of instruction from my mother tongue Telugu to English. Add to this the feeling of growing up suddenly – as a school going teen everybody treated you like a child. But the moment you are in college everybody called you a young man. Well! It was exhilarating but also confusing!

On the very first day I made a few friends among whom Ramana and Krishna became my good friends. Ramana's father was an engineer with the state government and was working at a project site. Ramana with his mother and younger sister stayed at a rented house, quite close to our home. His father visited them once a month.

Krishna's family comprised of his parents and a younger brother. His father worked for the electricity board. They too stayed close to our home. We shared a common middle class background and values and had loving, caring but strict parents. We were a happy lot.

All three of us were in the same class because we were all M.P.C group. For the uninitiated, M.P.C stood for Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry. Maths was undoubtedly my most favored subject and I did pretty well in that. Teachers who taught us were called "Lecturers" those days. We had male lecturers teaching us Mathematics and Chemistry whom we addressed as 'Sir' and we had a female lecturer who taught us Physics whom we addressed 'Madame'.

While I and Krishna were evenly matched, Ramana who was older than us by two years was weaker at studies and better at sports. (He failed in his school final earlier and that was how he ended up as our classmate.) After the first monthly tests at the college, Ramana fared rather poorly in physics and maths and his father insisted that he take ' private tuition'.

Those were the days when the teachers (whether at school or college) were paid very low salaries. Many of them had to supplement their incomes by giving private tuition. Private tuition was an arrangement whereby students who were weak in a subject were given extra coaching, after school hours, usually at teachers' home, for additional fees. Some teachers gave private tuition and some students took them.

Ramana started taking tuition in Physics from our Kamala Madame.

Kamala Madame was our Physics lecturer. She was a very popular, well respected teacher. People said that she was the best Physics lecturer the college ever had. Her ability to explain the complicated laws and concepts of physics with simple day to day examples in easy to understand terms was phenomenal. She was well respected by the faculty and the Principal. The students were in awe of her.

Kamala Madame was aged about thirty five years. She was about 5'5" tall, medium fair in complexion and had very plain features. She always dressed conservatively in simple and cheap cotton saris that hid her body completely. Her black hair was always oiled and combed neatly in a single plait. She wore a very thin gold chain around her neck and a few colored glass bangles above her wrists. Kamala Madame elicited only one reaction from young or old – respect.

She was a spinster. Her father had died in an accident when she was in the final year of M.Sc. It was a big blow to her family that comprised of her mother and two younger sisters and an old, dependent grandmother. Immediately after her M.Sc, she joined our college as a lecturer. She was the sole bread winner for the family and took on all the family responsibilities. 

She made sure that her younger sisters had good education and were married off decently. Her grandmother passed away a couple of years back. By the time she was free from her responsibilities; she lost all interest in marriage and remained a spinster. She now lived alone with her mother in a small rented house, close to the college.

Kamala Madame conducted some private tuition at home, to earn additional money to pay off the loans she took to perform the marriages of her sisters.

Ramana used to go for tuition daily from 6pm to 7pm except on Sundays. His understanding and performance in Physics improved dramatically. He started brainwashing us to take the tuition too, though we did alright in the subject. We wanted to improve further in the subject too. Krishna's father said no to the idea while my father gave me permission. So, I joined my friend Ramana at the tuition.

Kamala Madame was surprised when I joined the private tuition.

"Sekhar, you are doing alright in Physics. Why do you want tuition?" She asked me.

"I want to improve further Madame, I want to do very well," I said, a little shyly.

"Good, we will see," she smiled.

Every evening Ramana and I would leave my home by 5-45pm. We would go to tuition on our bicycles. Those days students used bicycles or city bus. Cycle Rickshaws were the most popular mode of transport for families. There were no Auto Rickshaws and very few motor cycles. Scooters were yet to make a debut and Cars were very few and only for the rich. There was hardly any pollution due to automobiles!!

We were about eight boys in our tuition batch. Very soon, it was obvious that I was the best of this lot. Madame was really an expert teacher. She used to explain the concepts so well with day to day and live examples, often in our mother tongue Telugu. I used to follow her every single word with rapt attention. 

Her voice was soft and melodious and she never raised it nor rebuked anyone. She was an embodiment of patience and never tired of repeating when someone didn't understand. I started loving the tuition so much that I wouldn't miss it for anything.

It is time to tell you a little more about me. I was considered an above average intelligent boy with average good looks. I was tall around 5'9", very slim and fair to medium complexion. I played cricket and badminton and was a healthy lad. I was not very studious and loved to see movies with friends. Those days there were no TVs and the only entertainment at home was Radio. Thus most of us were fond of music – specially, Hindi filmy music from Radio Ceylon and the Binaca Geetmala of Amin Sayani.

Sex was a taboo for everybody those days. Even the word was never uttered in public and more so in the conservative middle class. It was not seen in movies, not heard on radio and not read in magazines or news papers. However, some students, mostly seniors, talked about it, lewdly and openly sometimes. When that happened, the rest of us heard them out with rapt attention and tried to learn. 

That was how we basically learned about sex, about girls, the sex organs, the process and the methods – an assortment of fact and fiction, more of the later, perhaps. I had the natural sexual instincts of a youth of my age and responded to them in a secretive way. 

I was essentially a boob man and every time I saw a girl or woman, my eyes would go to her boobs. If they were big and attractive, I tried undressing them in mind and visualizing them. As any other healthy lad, I masturbated often, in the privacy of our toilet or bathroom, fantasizing the boobs and thighs of my favorite heroines.

In short, I was like any other average young student of that time, no different.

After about a month of tuition, I became the blue eyed boy of Kamala Madame. She would occasionally ask me tough questions and pat me on the back when I answered them. She would ask me, sometimes, to explain a law or concept to others; allowing me to use the black board when necessary. Let me explain how she conducted her tuition. 

In the front room of her home, she had the black board fixed on the wall. Madame would sit on a steel folding chair a little to the right of the board and facing us. More often than not, she would teach us standing and write on the black board with a piece of chalk. We sat on a mat spread on the floor, cross legged and facing her and the board.

Madame always dressed in simple cotton saris and she had this habit of double draping her pallu, (that portion of sari over her blouse) at the college. But at her home, she would drape her pallu only once over her blouse. I recall that one day when she turned to the board to write something, I noticed, for the first time, that a small strip of her back between the bottom border of the blouse and the sari covering her lower back and waist was visible.

As I looked at that bare strip, hardly inch wide, I got excited. It was the first time that I looked at kamala Madame as a woman. I cursed myself for such sinful thoughts and shifted my eyes to the blackboard. But I felt something changed in me that moment. 

My eyes started looking for any exposed parts, however small the exposure was! Thus, I realized that Madame had nicely shaped hands with slim wrists and long fingers. Even the simple colored glass bangles on her wrists looked attractive and she had smooth and blemish less skin.

Later that night, in the privacy of my bed, my thoughts returned to Kamala Madame. For the first time, I thought of her not as my teacher; but as a woman. I knew it was wrong to think of my teacher in those lines but I was helpless. Madame had nice smooth skin. Her voice was soft and gentle. 

She was genuinely fond of me. I was very fond of her and never missed her classes and tuition. She was a very nice woman, respected by one and all for the great sacrifices she made for her family. I slept that night with my heart full of love for Kamala Madame.

Things were different from the next day. By careful observation at the tuition, I learned several things. She had fair sized boobs. She had deliberately hidden their size and shape by means of loose and unattractively tailored blouses. 

I came to this important conclusion, by stealing several glances at what was hidden by her pallu from various angles. As a boob man, this discovery excited me far more and my love for her had gone up by several notches.

She wore her sari such a way that it hid her body and its curves. I was sure of that. My imagination would run wild trying to imagine Madame's thighs and buttocks. Very soon I reached the stage where I masturbated with only Kamala Madame in my fantasies.

One evening when the tuition finished I could see that Madame looked very tired.

"Madame, are you alright?" I enquired before leaving.

"Yes, I am okay. I am a little feverish. Sekhar! Could you do me a favor? Go to medical shop and get me a couple of Aspro tablets."

As she gave me a rupee note her fingers touched mine and sent an electric shock through me.

I quickly returned with the tablets and gave them to her. While handing over change to her I deliberately touched her soft palm with my fingers. She thanked me and gave me a pat on the back. I was in seventh heaven. I bid her a good night and left.

Next day Madame did not come to the college. When we went to check in the staff room we were told by another lecturer that she was on sick leave. That afternoon I had the last period free. I went to Madame's house along with Ramana. The door was closed and a piece of thick paper board with "No Tuition" written on it was hung on the door. I was truly worried about Madame's health. Ramana said that we should leave. I said let's find out if Madame needed any help.

I knocked at the door. After a minute or two, her mother opened the door.

"We have come to see Madame. How is she?" I asked, rather boldly.

"She has high fever. I do not know what to do," she sounded worried.

We walked in and the old lady took us to Madame's room. She lay on a single cot with a thin mattress and looked very sick.

I called out softly, "Madame." There was no response. I was truly worried. I stepped forward and touched her hand just above the wrist. It was very hot. I felt her forehead with my palm. It was obvious that she had a very high fever.

"Do you have a thermometer?" I asked the old lady. She nodded in the negative.

"Don't worry. We will bring the doctor." I reassured her.

We went to the residence of my family doctor and explained the situation to him. He was a good friend of my father too and knew me well. He accompanied me to Kamala Madame's house, while Ramana had to go home due to some urgent work.

Doctor Sharma examined her and checked her temperature. She had a high 104F. He said he would give her an injection to bring down the fever. He wrote out the prescription and I rushed to the only Medical shop in our area on my bicycle and bought the injection and the tablets. This shop owner was known to my father and we had an account with the shop. My father used to clear the bills once a month.

There were no credit cards those days but everyone gave credit- grocer, medical shop, milkman, washerman - everybody. And it was an accepted practice that one would settle the bills during the first week of every month for the previous month. Defaults were unheard of, those were the days people trusted each other more as a rule than exception!

The doctor gave Madame the injection. The tablets were to be given thrice a day. She should be given only milk and fresh fruit juice. After the temperature comes down, she can have bread or idli (rice cake). He said that she would be better by next day and asked me to inform him about her condition then. The old lady thanked the doctor and offered to pay the doctor's visiting fees but he declined and left.

I sat for an hour along with the old lady in the front room. She thanked me profusely for what I have done and I was embarrassed. I mumbled something about all students liking Kamala Madame.

"I would go home now. I could come back after dinner and sleep here tonight, if you like. That way you are not alone with her and should anything be needed I would be readily available." I offered.

"If you could do that, it would be nice," she sounded genuinely relieved at my offer.

Both my parents were very helpful in nature and they inculcated the spirit of service into us right from our childhood. So, when I explained the situation to my mother, she readily gave me permission. After an early dinner I went to Kamala Madame's house. Mother gave me some sweet lime for Madame.

By ten pm her temperature reduced somewhat. Her mother said Madame woke up around 8pm and had some milk. She was back in her state of fever induced sleep. The old lady laid a mat and a pillow for me on the floor next to Madame's bed. I told her not to worry and go to bed. She left after asking me to wake her up when needed.

I sat on the floor close to her bed and looked at her. As the fever reduced she was sweating a bit. I took out my hand kerchief and gently wiped her brow with it. As she lay there with fever she looked so helpless and vulnerable. She who took such good care of her family, she who took such good care of hundreds of students over the years, she who was loved and respected by one and all; she lay helpless now with high fever.

My heart filled up with immense love for my teacher.

I kept dozing off now and then. Around midnight Madame opened her eyes drowsily and mumbled, "Water." I poured some water from the jug into the stainless steel glass. As Madame opened her eyes and made to raise and sit up on the bed, I restrained her. When it registered on her who it was, she looked surprised but was too weak to respond.

I sat next to her on the bed, with my right hand behind her and supporting her, she raised herself slowly into a sitting position. With my left hand I brought the glass close to her lips and she took a few sips, haltingly. Slowly she drank the water and then nodded to me to signal that she wanted no more. I helped her to lay her head slowly and gently on the pillow again. 

"Madame, have some milk or fruit juice please, you are very weak," I said.

"Fruit Juice," she mumbled.

Earlier that night, her mother had extracted the juice from some of the sweet lime and left that in a glass. It was there on a small stool close to the bed. 

I once again helped Madame into a sitting position. This time she sat on the edge of the bed with her feet resting on the floor, as I supported her. I sat next to Madame, on her left side and my right hand behind her and holding her right shoulder. With the glass in my left hand, I brought the glass of fruit juice to her lips.

She started taking the juice, a sip at a time. I was suddenly conscious that my right thigh and her left thigh were in contact and our flanks were touching too. Her left shoulder was resting on my chest and a few strands of her black hairs were caressing my right cheek. This proximity to her filled me with a strange sensation, the like of which I never experienced earlier in my young life. 

It took a while for her to finish drinking her juice and I didn't mind it at all! When she finished, I gently wiped the corners of her mouth with my kerchief and felt my finger tip brush fleetingly against her lower lip.

As she lay back with her head on the pillow, she gently squeezed my hand and whispered," Thank you, Sekhar." I was on the moon! I actually blushed!

As she went back to sleep, I sat on the mat on the floor and resting my right cheek on the edge of her bed, closed my eyes. In a few minutes I drifted into sleep.

Around four in the morning her mother peeped in to check on her daughter. She found her fast asleep and looking much better. The boy was sleeping too, his cheek resting on the edge of the bed. Kamala was turned towards him and her right hand was resting on his other cheek and her left hand rested on top of his head. 

They looked so peaceful, the old lady thought. They could be a mother and a son - no; perhaps he was a little older for that. A brother and a sister – yes, a brother that kamala longed for but never had!! With such tender thoughts the old lady left the room.

A few minutes later Kamala woke up. Seeing Sekhar sleeping thus, her heart filled up with tender love for this caring boy. She mussed his hair a little with her left hand and caressed his cheek with her right hand. She could feel a few hairs there, a shy growth of a teenager. His left hand was resting on the edge of the bed and holding it there for support. 

Kamala took her right hand away from his cheek and covered his hand with hers. His hand was large and warm to her touch. It was harder than hers and felt stronger; a man's hand. She liked the feel of hairs on the back of his hands. She entwined her fingers with his and felt strangely at peace, as she drifted back to sleep.

Sometime later, he woke up and found himself thus. He felt strangely excited finding their hands holding each other with their fingers entwined. He loved her left hand resting on his head. It was such an intimate gesture to him conveying her affection for him. He felt so happy and contended that he drifted back to sleep soon.

That was the night I fell in love with my Kamala teacher, madly and irrevocably.

Next morning, I was woken up around six by the old lady. Kamala Madame was still asleep. I went home after assuring the lady that I would come back in the evening. I was stiff and tired but I was happy; very happy. That afternoon I bunked classes, went home and slept like a log for a couple of hours. Come evening and I was back at Madame's home, the 'no tuition' board still hanging there.


My Teacher - My Angel Ch. 02



Here is the second chapter of the story. It can be read as a standalone story, but I would suggest that you read it after reading chapter-1, for the sake of continuity and better appreciation of the main characters

That week went like a dream for both Kamala and Sekhar. Having discovered sexual pleasures for the first time, they explored each other's body with the enthusiasm of pioneers and found even greater pleasures. On their last night together young Sekhar got emotional and asked Kamala, with all sincerity, why they could not marry.

"Sekhar! That can never happen. I am old enough to be your mother. Marriage can only work when both are in the same age group. It is a different issue that older men do marry younger women, sometimes. But, you would rarely find it the other way. If a woman marries a much younger man she would be ridiculed. It is providence that we came together and we have given each other so much pleasure and enjoyment. Let us both cherish this as a beautiful dream....that is all; a very sweet dream. You should get on with your life." 

Kamala Madame was back to being his teacher again!

"Madame, can we again enjoy like this at least whenever there is an opportunity?" he pleaded.

"Would you want that?" Madame was smiling as she asked.

"Yes Madame. Very much." He responded eagerly.

In reply Kamala kissed him deeply and whispered a yes.

Sekhar's narrative

I was back to my routine life as a student. As the days went by, memories of that glorious week started receding. Our half yearly exams were fast approaching and Ramana requested me to join him for 'combined studies' at his place. He said that It would be a great help because I could then clarify his 'doubts' on the spot. 

I wasn't against the idea because my own home was too crowded and there was a lot of disturbance. When Ramana's mother too spoke to my mother and requested that I help him, the matter was finalized.

Thus we started our combined studies. Ramana's home was a rented house. It comprised of one big hall, one kitchen and one small store room. It had a small backyard in which the bathroom and toilet were located along with a few flower plants. As his father was away at the project site and visited them only once a month, their home was barely furnished with just a few essentials only.

Ramana's younger sister Vijaya was around my age and she was in her Pre university course in a Girls' college. Vijaya was tall and slim and fair complexioned. She had a flat chest and a pimpled face. She had a nice smile and long, jet black curly hair which she wore in twin plaits. 

In studies, she was like her brother, not intelligent and weak in mathematics. She often sought my help with mathematics and I loved acting as her teacher and bossing over her. She addressed me by my name.

The main entrance to their home opened into the hall. Ramana and I used to spread our mat on the left hand corner and study there. Vijaya used to sit at the other corner on the same side of the hall and facing us. The Hall had one ceiling fan located right at the centre point of the hall. So when it was time to sleep, Ramana and I made our beds under the fan towards the right side. 

Vijaya and her mother made their beds a little away, towards the left side. All of us needed the fan to keep away the mosquitoes. We used to study till midnight and then sleep, while the ladies slept much earlier. Ramana slept like a log once he hit the bed.

My recent sexual fling with Kamala Madame changed me considerably. I was no longer a novice; as a matter of fact I now considered myself quite experienced. And I was now on the lookout for new opportunities. But I was mature enough not to brag about Kamala Madame to anyone. I continued to keep up my appearance of an innocent and intelligent teenager.

One night, after our studies we went to bed. Ramana slept within minutes and I couldn't sleep so fast and was tossing around. Vijaya who was sleeping next to her mother, with her back to me, turned around in her sleep. She was dressed in her normal dress of a petticoat, blouse and a voni (half sari). As she turned, her half sari fell away from her blouse.

As I have said earlier, Vijaya had a flat chest. She had very small boobs that were almost negligible; or so I thought till then. In her present position she was turned towards her right and resting on her side. In the dim light of the bed lamp, I could see her small boobs inside her blouse and they no longer looked negligible. She was probably around four feet away from me.

Then she did something that really sent my pulse racing. Her left hand moved as if to scratch her midriff and in the process her blouse got pushed upwards over her small tits. It looked as if her actions were genuine and blouse that was loose got pushed up accidentally. The net result was, the lower half of her small breasts were visible to me, including the lower half of her areole. The blouse miraculously still covered her nipples.

I was truly fascinated by the sight of those small breasts that contrasted so much from Kamala Madame's large and full boobs. These had a strange appeal to me...they looked like flower buds and so inviting. I had this strong urge to uncover them completely and see her nipples too. And, if possible, I wanted to touch them.

Ramana was sleeping with his back to me. Her mother was, likewise, was sleeping with her back to Vijaya. So, there was no immediate threat from either. Vijaya herself appeared to be sound asleep. I made my move immediately. 

I slid forward along the floor by a few inches at a time, till I was just a couple of feet away from her. I then lay on my belly, my pillow under my head and slowly extended my right arm fully along her bed. I just fell short of her exposed right tit.

Relaxing thus for a minute, I made a slight readjustment of my position and the tip of my forefinger made its first tentative contact with Vijaya's exposed ,small boob. It was very soft to touch and I just pressed my finger tip lightly into the flesh. It felt exactly like a bouncy rubber ball. I first wanted my visual treat. So, I gently pushed her blouse up, a little at a time and uncovered her breasts.

Her areole was perfect circle of very light brown. Right in the geometrical centre was her nipple. Each nipple was a small, pink rose bud. They contrasted so much from Kamala Madame's in size, color and texture. They looked so fresh, innocent and youngish. When seen thus in their totality, her small tits appeared very attractive. Now, I had to touch them...both of them.

I readjusted my position. I lay on my left side now, facing Vijaya who lay on her right side. I fully extended my left hand and just managed to reach her right tit. It was obvious that I needed to move forward a little more in order to palm her boob.  

Even as was about to move, Vijaya shifted in her sleep. She turned further to her right and lay at an angle now. This move of her was very fortuitous for me because it brought her right boob into my palm, pressing against it.

Her small breast with its pink tip fitted smugly into my palm and I squeezed it once very gently, looking at Vijaya's face for any reaction. She continued to sleep, though her breath seemed to have quickened a bit. 

Confident of myself now, I stretched my right hand and found her left boob which was now closer to me. My fingers found her small nipple and started a gentle tease. It responded immediately and stood out proud and erect. Her hardened nipple was very cute.

I spent quite some time playing with her cute breasts. I had the strong urge to kiss her boobs and suck them. But I knew the risks were very high at that point of time and I should be content with what I did for the present. I would look for opportunities in future. Silently I bid her a good night and turned over to the other side.

Next day was a busy day at the college. But, whenever I could, I thought of Vijaya's cute breasts and how heavenly they felt in my hands. I was determined to continue tonight and may be, I could do even better than last night, with a bit of luck.

When I went to their place that evening after my dinner for the studies, I found everything normal. It was obvious to me that Vijaya slept through the whole episode last night and she was another sound sleeper like her brother Ramana.

We went to bed around midnight and by then Vijaya and her mother were sound asleep. I waited for about fifteen minutes for Ramana to sleep before making my move. When I turned over on my left side to face Vijaya, I was thrilled to find two things. 

The first was that Vijaya's position was even closer to my bed than last night. The second was that her blouse was partly open at the lower end and her small boobs were already peeking out.

Without wasting time, my hands got busy with her cute boobs and started playing with them. Her breathing quickened a bit and a very slight moan escaped her. That made me a little cautious and I reduced the pressure of my squeeze. After a few minutes, I dropped my right hand from her boob to her tummy and waist.

Vijaya was a very slim girl and she had a very slim waist. The curve of her waist had always held a fascination for me. Here was a chance to see and perhaps feel it. I gently rubbed her flat tummy which was silken smooth to touch as my hand traversed to her waist. 

My fingers touched the top edge of her petticoat which is normally tied tightly around the waist with a string. As my fingers brushed against the edge, another surprise awaited me.

The draw string was loose and untied!

I couldn't believe my luck. As my fingers pushed it, her petticoat just moved down without any resistance. My right hand felt the smooth curve of her waist and I had to exercise a lot of self control in not grabbing it tightly. Caressing her slim waist, I analyzed the situation. 

Could it be that Vijaya was aware of my moves and was actually cooperating with me? The open blouse and the loose petticoat pointed to that possibility. If that was the case, I could certainly proceed further. But I should tread with care.

Resting my right hand on her flat belly, I gently pushed my hand down under her loose petticoat and slowly moved it down. I first encountered her navel. As my actions also caused the petticoat to move down, I had a visual treat too. 

Her navel was small and a perfect circle with a tapering central hole. As my fingertip gently probed it, Vijaya gave a light moan. Her right tit moved further into my squeezing left palm.

Her lower abdomen was silken smooth and warm to my touch. I slid my hand further down till my fingers encountered her sparse pubic hair and touched her pussy. I was all excited now. 

Ensuring that Ramana and his mother still had their backs to us and asleep, I moved my hand and cupped her virgin pussy in my right palm. I felt her gasp and her pussy quiver in my hand. Vijaya opened her eyes and gave me a shy smile.

Next second, her left hand went under her petticoat and covered the top of my hand resting on her pussy and slightly adjusted it. My thumb was now resting on the upper folds of her vagina and my fingers near her moist slit that was the entrance to her virgin treasures. Her own fingers were slim and long and they pushed my shaking fingers to her wet slit.

I was literally floating in high skies. She had now joined me in this erotic adventure and was my willing partner. I looked at her pimply face which now had a glow to it and her red lips were quivering and wet and very inviting. As if on a signal, we both moved our heads and our lips touched each other. 

Next second my lips locked on her lower lip and started sucking it hungrily. In no time we were fully lip locked. Her kiss was very sweet, as if her lips were coated with honey! In my guts I knew I was the first to kiss her thus! 

We were both lost in the sweet first kiss for a few moments. When we broke up, we quickly readjusted to each other's body. She moved her head on to my left shoulder with my left hand on her lower back now. My right hand and her left hand together rested on her pussy. Her right hand now grabbed the tent formed in my pajama.

As my middle finger slipped into her wet pussy, her hand unbuttoned my pajama opening and pulled out my hard cock. We clamped our mouths together in a deep wet kiss. Our fingers were frantic in their movement now; the desperate urgency of the beginners. 

My forefinger joined my middle finger in her small, wet, juicy and hot cunt poking, probing and wiggling. Her own slim fingers clamped on my erect cock and stroked it furiously, up and down.

It was no wonder that in just a couple of minutes we both climaxed. My semen spurted in a jet on to her tummy and her juices washed my own palm. Vijaya cleaned her tummy and my cock with her half sari and with loving care. 

She took a wet finger and put it in her mouth to taste cum. She made a face at me. Wiping my own palm with her voni, I too copied her move and tasted my own finger. It had a pungent taste and I too made a face at her.

Luckily for us neither her mother nor her brother was disturbed by our frenzied activities and that was the real surprise. We kissed each other good night, moved apart, turned our backs on each other and slept.

From next day things were different between vijaya and me. We were now secret lovers. We stole secret glances at each other, gave secret smiles, touched when no one watched us. We made love in our way in the nights, whenever possible. 

We were however very careful not to arouse any suspicion. We knew this was the best we could do for now and we were both contented with that.

Nirmala aunty (her mother) visited a Balaji temple every Saturday without fail. The temple was some distance away and she generally left around ten in the morning and returned around twelve. This gave us an opportunity to plan for a day time romp. There were a few risks but the attraction of rewards was more overpowering.

Thus, on one Saturday, Vijaya woke up complaining feverishness and head ache and stayed back at home. I told Ramana on the previous day that my father asked me to take some visiting relatives on sightseeing. I bunked classes. 

I left my bicycle some distance away from their home and watched from there. Aunty left promptly at 10am. I watched her take a rickshaw and waited for another five minutes. I was very nervous and looked around quickly before walking to their door.

The door was opened by Vijaya even before I knocked. She too looked very nervous as she quickly shut the door behind us. We both knew it wasn't safe to do anything in the hall during day because there were several windows that were open. Closing them during the day would invite suspicion of neighbors. Vijaya obviously gave it a thought because she led me to the small store room. I followed her.

That room was not full and there was some space available. There was a single cane chair there with a cushion. As soon as we walked into that room I shut the door and pulled her to me. 

She came eagerly and we embraced. It was our first full bodied hug and we really loved it. We started kissing in right earnest. This was so much better than the nervous groping in the dark! 

With mutual help we got rid of most of our clothing in a hurry. She was now clad only in a light blue petticoat. Her small boobs were enticing with their taut pink nipples. I now had only my striped drawers on me and my tent was already prominent. 

As we hugged again, her small breasts now squashed against my bare chest. I had only a few hairs on my chest and it was muscular and hard, though not very broad.

As our bare chests touched and pressed, she gave a small sigh.

"Is it nice, Vijaya, your tits against my chest," I asked her.

"Yes, it feels so nice. Oh, Sekhar, my tits are too small, no? Everyone teases me in my class."

"They are small but they are cute, very cute and I love them," I answered sincerely.

Obviously satisfied with my answer, she kissed me hard as if showing her appreciation.

My hands now roamed on her ass which was undoubtedly her best asset. She had a wide ass, much wider in proportion to the rest of her body and her buttocks too were raised and inviting, though not fleshy. My hands grabbed and caressed them through her petticoat.

I very much wanted to see her totally nude, her thighs, her buttocks and her pussy.

My hands reached for her petticoat draw string and she made a half hearted move to stop me.

"Let us get totally naked and see each other, please. I am dying to see you naked and touch your pussy," I whispered in her ear.

She blushed pink but complied and untied her petticoat which fell in a heap at her feet. She stepped out of it. For the first time, I saw her clearly in her naked glory. 

Her pussy was small in width and longer in length, covered with sparse black hair at the top. In the lower half I could see her lips shaping up like a flower just blooming with a hint of wetness. She was a fresh flower ready to be picked.

Her thighs were slender and so were her legs. The thighs needed a few more pounds of flesh on them but they looked good...smooth and toned. Her buttocks were very attractive and looked as if they were made for fondling. Her ass had a strange fascination for me, though I did not know then what it was!

I quickly removed my drawers and bared my cock and balls to Vijaya. She had an eyeful of both and her breathing quickened at the sight and she shivered.

As her hands reached for my cock, I pushed her away a little. I made her sit in the cane chair, her butt comfortable on the cushion. I had thought over the previous night what to do today. After all, I was experienced and as a young man, I should lead this innocent virgin.

"We will do different things today, Vijaya," I said. She nodded her assent.

Moving closer to her, still standing, I slightly bent and rubbed my erect cock on her chest and nipples. Next, I rubbed my own pubic hair against her taut nipples. She closed her eyes and purred. Then, cupping her face in my hands, I brought my raging cock close to her mouth.

I recalled how Kamala Madame sucked me and how heavenly that pleasure was. If she enjoyed doing that I was sure Vijaya would love it too. Most probably she did not know about that pleasure and I would teach her. She would be my pupil and learn it from me.

"Kiss my cock, you will love it, baby," I said.

She was fascinated by the proximity of my cock to her and touched her red, wet lips eagerly to its pink tip. 

"Lick," I said with urgency.

Her pink tongue darted out and licked the helmet hesitantly even as her lips clamped around it. I was hot now with desire and pushed myself a little more into her hot mouth. 

My hands left her cheeks and clamped on her head and pushed her head greedily into my crotch. My full length went into her cute little mouth and she gagged and choked. I pulled out immediately.

"Oh, I am sorry, it was so sudden," she sputtered.

"Let us do it slowly then, you take the cock in only as much as you want," I said.

She now held my cock in her slender left hand and brought her mouth close again and started swallowing, a little at a time. Opening her cute hot mouth, she took me in slowly, inch by inch, till the full length of my cock lay in her active mouth. 

She then started sucking on it like an ice fruit. Her mouth was heavenly and as she eagerly sucked, it was obvious that she was now enjoying this.

Bending slightly in my standing position, I maneuvered such that my balls were hitting her small tits and erect nipples. Continuing to hold her head with my left hand, I pushed my right hand in between her thighs and grabbed her pussy. As my fingers probed, I found her pussy all wet with her own juices. 

As I pushed my middle finger into her cunt, she stopped sucking instantly and moaned. I fucked her cunt with my finger, first one and then two fingers and she resumed sucking my cock with renewed vigor and enthusiasm. 




My Teacher - My Angel Ch. 02



"I am now fucking both your cunt and your mouth, Vijaya," I cried out in ecstasy.

She nodded her head vigorously thereby causing even more pleasure to my cock.

I had a strange desire. I wanted to play with her as if she were my toy. I wanted her to know that I was her boss and that I owned her sexually. As I started ejaculating in her mouth, I pulled out quickly and spurted my semen on her boobs and on her pubic area. 

I also spurted some on to her face. Initially she was shocked. As she reached for her half sari to wipe herself clean I stopped her.

"Rub it with your hand first smoothly all over. It is good for your skin," I said with authority.

She believed what I said and followed my instructions. 

"Now lick your fingers dry," I commanded.

As she obeyed my instructions meekly, I took her voni and wiped my now limp cock with that. Then I wiped her chest, crotch and finally, her face, with it. She looked quite happy that I took the trouble of wiping her clean and dry.

"I didn't fill your mouth with my cum because I was afraid you would choke. Actually, it is supposed to be very good for your health, if swallowed," I said with all seriousness.

"Oh, it tasted pungent and I almost gagged but I will swallow it in future totally," she replied.

I asked her to get up from the chair and I sat down on it.

"Come close to me and stand," I said. She obeyed.

Holding her by her slim waist I pulled her crotch close to me and smelled the scent. It was heady and intoxicating in its own way. I had heard vaguely that men lick cunt sometimes and it tastes good. I wanted to try it on her.

She was excited by my moves and her body shook in anticipation. I kissed her moist slit with my lips and my tongue darted and entered her juicy, hot pussy. I opened her pink lips with my thumb and forefinger and pushed my tongue into her wet interior. She moaned deeply and pressed herself hard against my mouth.

"ohhhhhh, it feels so good," she sounded ecstatic. 

My lips clamped gently on her pink pussy lips and started chewing them sending her into raptures. Unknown to either of us, my nose rubbed against her clit and set her off on the start of a magnificent orgasm. 

As I held her tight ass in my hands and as she pushed hard against my mouth, I felt her cunt and her body shaking against me and loud moans escaped her. Her eyes were closed and she swayed like a leaf.

Finally she just fell on top of me.

We rested for a few minutes and then cleaned up ourselves and the store room completely. We cleaned our mouths with warm water gurgling. We embraced and kissed hard before I sneaked out like a thief, unseen by anyone.

Life was back to normal routine after that wonderful interlude. We did continue with our nightly groping, but it was no longer as exciting as before because both of us tasted better things and wanted more in that direction. 

But we couldn't repeat our Saturday encounters either because that would have aroused suspicions. So we kept waiting for better opportunities. 

A few weeks went by. Then there was a wedding in their native place. Ramana and family went to attend the wedding. They came back in a couple of days sans Vijaya who stayed back to spend a few more days with her cousins. Ramana and I resumed our combined studies.

Author's Narrative

It is time we get to know Nirmala better. She hailed from an agricultural family with a rural background. She passed her School Final exam which was the maximum education she could get at her village. 

She was married off when she was very young, a norm those days. Her husband was eight years her senior and an engineer. When she was eighteen she gave birth to Ramana and two years later to Vijaya. 

She was a typical middle class house wife. Three years ago her husband was posted on the big project site. Due to lack of proper facilities for higher education at the project site, they decided to have the establishment at Hyderabad so that their children could have proper quality education.

Nirmala was of average height, around 5'4". She was a good looking woman with a nice body structure. Her bust was big (around 36") and so was her behind (around 38"). She dressed in simple saris and looked unglamorous most of the times. 

However, at marriages and other functions she would dress in more glamorous saris and wear her very expensive jewelry. Then she looked her most beautiful.

Nirmala was very unhappy and nobody knew about it. 

She was always a woman with a healthy appetite for sex. Past three years have been a torture to her; living apart from her husband. She was deprived of her normal dose of sex. Her husband's monthly visits were far from satisfactory. 

She could detect his waning interest in her body and he was performing more as a ritual. His smoking and boozing seemed to have taken a toll. These days he could hardly stay erect for long. He ejaculated quickly and she had to fake orgasm often.

Her husband was very well endowed. He had a thick and longish cock and his balls were awesome. She literally fainted when she saw them first time. Over the years they served her well. But now, they are a big letdown. 

Due to his underperformance these days, she developed an aversion to her husband and his equipment. Being a woman of healthy sexual appetite, these days she quenched her fires with masturbation, for the first time in her life. It was proving unsatisfactory too. She was at her wit's end.

Nirmala's Narrative

Life was tough those days. The pressures of taking the total responsibility of running a household and taking care of two grown up children was proving quite tiresome. My own sexual frustration was killing me too and I had no friends or peers to share the same. 

He came once every month, fucked me like I was a whore and went back. I was sure he had a woman back in his project. The only saving grace was the children were doing better at studies. Thanks a lot to that boy, Sekhar.

Yes, that boy Sekhar , a gem really! So intelligent and hardworking! Sparing so much time to teach Vijaya and help Ramana with his doubts. Doing combined studies with Ramana to help him was indeed a magnanimous gesture on his part and she loved him for the same. 

The more time he spent with her children, the closer she was feeling to him. He looked so innocent and young at times that her heart filled with tender love for that boy.

That night I went to sleep alone, a little away from the boys, thinking of Vijaya and missing her. I woke up past midnight with an urge to relieve myself. The boys were sleeping and the bed light was on. 

I returned to my bed and lay down on my side facing them. I saw that Sekhar was also turned towards me and was sleeping on his left side.

I couldn't regain my sleep right away. I kept looking at Sekhar. He looked very slim and handsome in his white pajama and sleeveless bunion. I could see a light growth of hairs on his chin and a light mustache forming on his upper lip. I could see a few sparse hairs on his chest peeping through his bunion top. 

As my sight moved down, I felt a shiver run through my body. I could clearly see a big tent formed in his pajamas. Even as I looked on, he shifted slightly in his sleep and stretched out his left hand towards me.

I narrowed my eyes into slits and watched closely for a minute. His hand was only a few inches away from my right breast. How nice would it be if my big breast gets fondled by his young hand, I wondered! That very thought set in a rush of blood and made me feel dizzy. 

Oh god! The shameless me! Thinking of getting fondled by a boy who could be my son! Such evil thoughts! I cursed myself.

Cut out the hypocrisy, my conscience said. You are starved for sex and here is your opportunity. What is the harm if you let the boy feel your boobs? You would get some relief and he would get some pleasure. After all you like the boy and this is one way of showing your appreciation, it said. Have a little fun and see. 

I undid the two lower buttons of my blouse. I wore no bodice and my big breasts bounced a little when partly released. I looked at my partly open blouse and on second thoughts, undid a third button too. Pushing the two loose ends a little apart, I saw that the bottom of my bare globes were quite visible. 

I then let my pallu drop on to the mattress and turned a little more to my right. My right breast just touched his finger tip. I shut my eyes and waited with bated breath.

I didn't have to wait for long. I felt his finger tip apply the slightest pressure on that point of contact. After a few seconds it got a little bolder and traced a small circle on my soft flesh and kept up the pressure. 

His middle finger joined the action now and together they started the gentle rub. It felt so different from the rough grab and squeeze of my husband. I kept quiet and enjoyed his tender touching.

Soon he got more adventurous and his entire left palm was in action. He started a gentle squeeze of my big boob and his fondling sent pleasant waves of pleasure through me. His palm soon reached the edge of my pushed up blouse and went under it and his finger tips touched my already hard and erect nipple. 

I had a big nipple which got much bigger when hard. The boy was obviously shocked by its sheer size because he let out a small cry of surprise.

His first three fingers grabbed my hard nipple the next minute and pressed it, sending me into a tizzy. A moan escaped my lips, really a sigh of pleasure, because, apart from my husband's, this was the first male hand that ever touched it. 

That the hand belonged to a horny teenager young enough to be my son made it even more exciting for me.

Seeing no adverse reaction from me and assuming that I was still asleep, Sekhar pushed the blouse all the way up and bared both my breasts. He first took my right breast in both hands and fondled it, rolling and tweaking my hard nipple, causing sweet pain in me. 

Then, he repeated the same actions with my left breast. His young hands felt really good, loving my breasts with their tender care. They made me feel young too.

He kept playing with my breasts for a long time; may be fifteen minutes or more. I felt that he wanted to do more but was scared. I was scared too, just in case, my son woke up. It would be a calamity. 

Any case, I shouldn't rush the boy. Let him take the matter forward; as much as he dared to. It would be exciting for me too...to see this game played out.

My thoughts were interrupted when Ramana moved in his sleep. Sekhar's hands were off me in a trice and I quickly turned over to the other side, my back to the boys now. 

The next night started the same way. Both boys were studying when I went to sleep. It was much later that I felt Sekhar's eager hands fondling and caressing my boobs and their excited nipples. 

By now my nipples were very sensitive and they were like pencil erasers; only much bigger. I could feel him moving closer and his hands getting rougher. He started pinching them hard with his young fingers. I had difficulty suppressing my moans.

It was then that I felt his hot breath on my right tit and the next second his wet tongue licked my nipple sending an electric shock down my spine. His tongue licked my areole eagerly and his young lips clamped on my engorged nipple and sucked it hard.  

At the first suck I felt my blood rushing and my cunt experiencing a churning. It was after a long, long time that my nipple was sucked! I could no longer feign ignorance, nor wanted to.

I put my right hand behind his head and pushed his face against the vast expanse of my breasts and let out a sigh of content. The boy needed no further encouragement. He became a proper tiger in no time. 

Sucking my boobs greedily, pinching my nipples, kneading my boobs. My fingers played with his hair curling it around them in a tender gesture.

His right hand suddenly left my boob and I wondered where it was going. It landed on my fleshy tummy and started exploring its fleshy smoothness. His palm was tender and a little sweaty, his fingers were of average length and thick. 

As his fingers searched for and found my big, deep navel, I thought of his penis for the first time. I had this strong urge to reach out and take possession of his young cock. To look at it, to touch it, to feel it and to stroke it! No, I said to myself, not yet.

His hand travelled further down and it reached the junction of my thighs and boldly pushed for access to my womanhood. I just opened my thighs a little and as his hand rested on the spot of my mound, I closed my thighs again. 

Between his palm and my pussy there was my thick petticoat and several folds of my sari. But my heat emanated through all those layers and his palm pressed relentlessly against it.

I actually felt the juices flowing in my cunt and wetting everything. I felt dizzy and drugged like a young girl on first date. All my pent up passion was at last finding a release. 

After the ritualistic and unsatisfactory lovemaking of my husband for years, here was young man who was really desiring me strongly and making passionate love to my body. Every move of his was hot and stoked the fires in my loins.

I would get fucked by this boy! Yes, I would...not yet; but ultimately!

While continuing to suck my boobs, his right hand kept pressing my mound, trying to squeeze it through all the layers of clothing. I let my left hand drop on to his pajamas and grab the bulge there. 

He gasped as my fingers deftly opened his buttons and pulled out his hot, vibrating cock. It looked so cute to me compared to my husband's huge tool.

It was half as thick and just around five to six inches long and his balls were small and cute. Oh, he was just a boy, I thought. No, he was a tiger cub! He had two things which my pathetic husband didn't have now, I told myself. Sekhar had youth and its resilience. 

I knew he could get it up again and again and fuck me whole night. Oh god, wouldn't that be lovely! And he loved and adored my body and its treasures and set me on fire with his innocent touch.

As these thoughts flashed through my mind, I stroked his erect penis with my soft hand after curling my fingers lovingly around it. A few strokes from his loving aunty after all the excitement of the night thus far was enough to cause his eruption. 

He ejaculated hot sperm and I deftly cupped most of it in my palm and let some fly on to my bare tummy. I lapped my palm clean with my eager tongue and squeezed the last drop of cum from his cute cock.

I then pulled my young lover on to my bosom and held him in my protective embrace as if he was my own baby and he slept.

When I woke up next morning, I felt very happy and lightheaded. I was glad about what happened last night and decided that I should now take initiative and make things happen. That night, I made tea for the boys before I retired to bed. 

I spiked Ramana's tea with a couple of my sleeping pills. I then lay down on my bed and started reading a magazine. After about fifteen minutes, Ramana started yawning and complained of feeling sleepy. Sekhar said it was too early to sleep, but no avail. Ramana fell asleep.

After a few minutes, I called out to Sekhar.

"Why is he sleeping so early today?" I asked in mock anger.

"I don't know aunty, may be, he is not well," he sounded worried.

I moved closer to their beds and bent over Ramana as if examining him. In the process, I let my pallu drop and Sekhar got an eyeful of my cleavage. I could see the young boy literally drooling.

"He seems to be okay. Nothing to worry," I said, lying on my back on my bed.

"Oh, I am feeling so tired today, my feet are hurting," I said, wincing with faked pain.

"Shall I massage your feet, aunty?" he asked, rather keenly, I thought.

"Would you please? You do not mind it?" I asked sounding apologetic.

"No problem aunty, I do it for my mother and my sister often," he replied.

"Okay," I said and closed my eyes.

Sitting cross legged next to me, he started massaging my feet with tender care. I loved the way he pulled at my toes and rolled each toe in his fingers suggestively. It reminded me of the tweaks he gave my nipples last night and my nipples started hardening. 

When his fingers squeezed my ankles and his thumb pressed the sole of my feet, I felt every move erotic and my cunt started wetting.

Soon he started massaging my legs. His hands were good at what he was doing. His gentle squeeze of my fleshy calves was particularly erotic and his fingers appeared hungry for more. 

But he just stopped short of my knees. He retraced the path down to my foot and repeated the whole process. It was time for me to help him, I thought.

"Oh, Sekhar, that was so good! Could you please massage a little above my knees too; the muscles there are hurting too," I said. His hands made immediate contact with my thighs just above my knees. 

As he started kneading the flesh of my thighs, I felt increased blood flow to my groin. I started murmuring appreciatively and making small sounds of sighing and contentment. Then I feigned sleep.

My thighs were large and a little fleshy but they were soft and smooth and were hairless. I knew that they were attractive and sexy to men. I could feel his hands shaking with desire as they started massaging them. I let myself really relax and let the boy have his run. 

Soon the massage became fondling. His hands moved further up my thighs and his fingertips tips started caressing my sensitive inner thighs.

I enjoyed his caressing so much that my thighs separated on their own making the passage easy for him. Before I realized it, his fingers touched my hairy pussy. I gave a gasp as his palm rested on it for a few seconds and then squeezed it gently, sending shock waves down my body. 

"No, Sekhar, stop it, please," I said half-heartedly without making any effort to stop him.

"Aunty, please! Let me touch and feel it, just a little bit," he said his voice thick.

"What do you want to touch, Sekhar?" I asked, provoking further passion.

"I want to touch and feel your pussy, aunty," his voice shook with desire.

I felt my juices gushing and sloshing in my heated cunt at his words.

I guided his fingers to my now open and wet nether lips. He pushed his middle finger in tentatively. It slid in very smoothly.

"Put more fingers into my cunt," I whispered.

Sekhar shook like a leaf at my words. His two other fingers, the forefinger and the ring finger joined the middle one and he pushed all three into the squishy cunt and started moving them together like a cock. It was a heavenly pleasure for my sex starved cunt when his young male fingers started fucking it. 

I guided his thumb to my clitoris which was already erect and sensitive and was just crying for the male touch. A quick learner, he started teasing it like a nipple shooting waves of pleasant pulses through my nerves. I needed a release and needed it urgently. 

"Sekhar, do you really want to make aunty happy?" I asked with passion.

"Yes, aunty," he was shaking.

"Kiss my pussy, make love to it with your lips and mouth," I whispered to him in my husky tone.

Sitting on his knees, he bent his face close to my pussy and inhaled my musky odor. His tongue gave a lick to the slit and pushed in as his lips clamped on to my pussy's pink entrance. 

When he sucked them for the first time it felt as if my cunt would burst with pleasure. I let out a deep moan and holding his head in my hands pushed his face against my mound.

My pubic hair tickled his nose and he rubbed it across my cunt, contacting my clit with the tip of his nose accidentally and arousing me further. As he sucked and chewed hungrily on my starved cunt, I had a mammoth orgasm, the likes of which I haven't had in ages. 




My Teacher - My Angel Ch. 02



I was literally floating and I was on a high which I never experienced earlier. Juices were flowing down my thighs liberally. It felt as if there was a cloud burst or should I say a dam burst!

And he kept sucking and chewing me till I weakly pushed his head away from my pussy and cried out, "Enough! Please, stop."

I took a few minutes to recover from the semi conscious state induced by that orgasm. My body and soul both felt light. I was full of tender love for this boy wonder who gave me such unexpected pleasure. 

It was then that I realized how selfish I had been past half an hour or so. I hadn't thought of him or touched his body; preoccupied as I was with my own bodily pleasures. Guiltily I looked at his pajama and found his bulge intact.

Pushing him gently on to his back on the bed, I sat up next to him and quickly opened his pajama drawstring and pulled it down. He had white underwear on and I could see dark wet patches on them, perhaps made by his pre cum. 

His bulge was very obvious and attractive. I put my hand inside his underwear and just pulled it down. His erect and swaying cock sprang out, young and proud. And so were his cute balls.

Holding his penis at the base, I brought my face close to the pink helmet. I gave it a nice caring lick with my hungry tongue, licking the few drops of pre cum there. Sekhar gave a shudder and an audible gasp with the pleasure. 

Slowly I started swallowing his young cock, an inch at a time, sucking on it like an ice fruit/ candy. The young cock tasted so fresh and different from the ugly monster of my husband.

When he was fully inside my mouth, my tongue started its own playful tease of the innocent toy and he started whispering, "Oh, aunty, so good and nice," his voice shaking along with his body. He lifted his ass with passion and his cock's tip touched my throat for the first time. It sent fresh signals to my cunt. 

I suddenly thought of the exquisite pleasure I was going to have when this young cock will go into my sex starved juicy cunt and fuck it. The very thought set me on course for my second orgasm and I sucked him hungrily making him spurt his hot cum directly into my welcoming throat.

The gush of that hot cum from the young cock into my throat told me, most tellingly, what I had been missing for so many years now. With a love that was increasing by the minute, I sucked his young cock and kept on sucking till I milked his last drop and he was totally limp. Only then I released his cock and pulled away my mouth.

I cleaned up both of us with a towel and we then lay in each others' embrace, his face pressed against my bosom.

"Aunty, when can I do the whole thing?" he asked shyly.

"Soon, baby, very soon," I replied kissing my young lover with tender love.

Author's Narrative

Next morning Nirmala told Ramana that he should go to his uncle's town that evening and accompany his sister back home. His uncle's town was about eight hours away and it was usually a overnight bus journey. 

He could leave that night and be back on the third day morning. Ramana was reluctant to go but his mother insisted. She asked him to arrange for Sekhar to study and sleep as usual so that she was not alone.

Sekhar was thrilled to learn the news from Ramana. He promised to do as required. He was really thrilled. This could mean only one thing. Nirmala aunty had planned this so that they could spend two nights together exclusively without any problems. They would really fuck well and enjoy everything! The very thought made him hard. 

That night he went to the bus stand and saw his friend off. He was all excited as he knocked at her door. Nirmala opened the door with a smile and he walked in. 

"Sekhar, you study for a while and I will finish my work in kitchen," smiling, she turned back.

He saw with naked desire her big buttocks rolling. Nirmala could feel his looks and deliberately swayed her hips as she walked back. The raise and roll of her rear treasures made him hornier. He could hardly concentrate on the open book in front of him. 

She finished her work in about twenty minutes and came out. She rolled her mat and mattress directly under the fan and made her bed with a fresh bed sheet and pillow covers. Then she came and sat next to him.

He could see that she had a shampoo bath that day. Her long, jet black hair was loosely plaited. She had fresh jasmines in her hair and they smelled nice and intoxicating. Her face looked freshly made up and her cheeks had a slightly pinkish hue. She looked much younger and more beautiful.

"Aunty, you look and smell so lovely," he said, a little shyly.

She took his hands in hers and pressed them to her lips and kissed them lightly.

He let his right hand drop to her left breast and squeezed it hard. She pushed him away playfully and got up. He stood up too. She quickly moved to the main door and bolted it. She shut the front windows too. She switched off the main lamp and switched on the bed lamp. Standing close to her bed, she opened her arms to him. He rushed into them.

"Hug me tight, Sekhar, take me. I am all yours now," she said huskily.

With burning passion, he kissed her, his hands frantic on her soft yielding body, trying to do too many things in one moment. Sensing the urgency of their mutual needs, she pushed him away for a few seconds and quickly removed her sari and blouse. Taking cue, Sekhar removed his own shirt and pajama. Nirmala did not wear a bodice and her big breasts swung free.

"Don't you want to see me totally naked, Sekhar?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Yessssss aunty, pleaseeeeeee!" he was shaking with passion too.

She untied the drawstring of her petticoat and it fell in a heap at her feet. He saw that her mound was devoid of any hair now. She obviously shaved it clean for him. 

Her pussy looked very good to him without the hair hiding it. It also looked big to him, much bigger than Vijaya's and even Kamala Madame's. For a second he wondered whether his cock would be enough for it.

Her hands reached out for him and quickly removed his bunion, as he pulled his drawers down, springing his fully erect cock free. It was hard and erect, pale brown in color with rose pink helmet and his curly black pubic hair was sparse.

"You have a nice, big cock that is going to fuck my cunt well, isn't that what you want?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.

"Yes."

"Yes what? I haven't heard you clearly, my dear," she crooned.

"Yes aunty, I want to fuck your big cunt with my big cock, all night," his breath was coming quickly.

She slid on to her back and pulled him on top of her. She knew that neither needed any more foreplay right then. They were both aroused and hot. 

His cock was shaking and she could see the tip glistening with his pre cum. Her own cunt was all wet and she could feel her juices flowing, warm and sticky.

She bent her legs at her knees and then opened her thighs apart. Her glistening wet pussy lips opened up to him. Holding his cock in her left hand she just guided it into her churning cunt. 

His cock slid in smoothly, like a hot knife going into butter. He felt his cock surrounded by hot, churning, juicy softness of her vulva.

Nirmala started flying. She felt a gay abandon. She felt liberated for the first time in her life. She felt a strong urge to talk dirty.

"Do you like my cunt, Sekhar?" she asked huskily.

"Oh, aunty, it is heavenly, so hot and good," he cried out.

"Your cock feels very good in me," she crooned, boosting his confidence.

"But it is naughty! Fucking your friend's mother, your aunty But I love it, my boy, getting fucked by my son's friend," she was delirious.

"You are naughty too, getting fucked by your nephew," he joined the game.

Holding her flanks tight with both his hands, he started stroking his cock in her juicy cunt, in and out, in and out. There was no finesse there but there was abundant energy and enthusiasm in those strokes. 

Nirmala just loved this young boy, fucking her with such joy. It was such a change compared to her husband's ritualistic humping without much love.

True this boy was much smaller in size and experience. But his performance far exceeded her husband's. As he stroked harder, she raised her buttocks to meet his thrusts and take his cock as deep into her as possible. 

His hands slipped under her and they grabbed her buttock as she raised them with every stroke.

It was by accident that his two fingers slipped and came into contact with her ass hole during the frenzied movement of her ass. In an involuntary gesture, the tip of his middle finger entered her dirty hole. Curiosity made it move a little more in and wiggle.

Unknown to him, Nirmala felt his finger in her ass, and when he wiggled it she felt a hither to unknown sensation that caused a rush of blood. The nerve tips around the asshole entrance tingled and sent signals of raw pleasure to her brain. 

As he fucked her cunt fast and furious, his finger in the rear supplemented that well and when the young boy burst into a big spurt inside her, she was ready.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa!" his cry of joy was drawn out.

Nirmala's own orgasm started as his hot cum filled her vagina and mixed with her juices and filled her to the brim. Her orgasm continued in waves, each wave bigger than the previous, pleasure washing her cunt, her anus, everywhere. 

She felt herself in a free fall or was it a roller coaster? She wasn't sure or cared. She let the pleasures wash her as she went semi- comatose.

They slept in bits and pieces that night. He was like a young tiger that just tasted blood. She was like a thirsty traveler in a desert who found water at last to quench her thirst. They couldn't get enough of each other. 

They kept feeding on each other. It got better every time. The second time, there was less urgency, the pace was less frantic and so it lasted longer. The third time was in the early hours of morning after they slept for a couple of hours.

There was much kissing and petting, more explorations of their bodies and their sensitive parts, more arousal through words and deeds before the final explosive coupling which left them totally drained but fulfilled like never before. They slept like logs without a care. 

Before he left for home, Sekhar asked if he could come back during the day and could they make love then. Though she was tempted by the idea for a moment, Nirmala said a firm no. 

The risks were too many and they wouldn't really enjoy it, with all the tension of getting disturbed, she explained. Sekhar appreciated what she said. They were going to have another full night together, anyway.

When he returned that night both were looking forward to exploring greater pleasures. They had, by now, a level of comfort with each other. Nirmala undressed partly and asked him to do likewise. She still had her light red petticoat on and he had his white drawers.

"Hug me from behind holding on to my boobs," she said.

He hugged her tightly with his hands grabbing her big breasts and his fingers trapping her hardening nipples. She gave a soft moan and with a wiggle of her hips pushed her big ass against his crotch. 

The move had a telling effect on his cock which started hardening fast. When his hard cock poked against the crack in her ass cheeks, she moaned again.

She untied her petticoat quickly and he removed his drawers.

As he hugged her again from behind, his hard cock poked between her ass cheeks. Before he realized what was happening, his helmet was pushing at her asshole.

"Do you want to push it in there?" she asked in a low, husky voice.

"I don't know! Is it done that way?" he asked innocently.

"I have never done it. We could try a little and see," she sounded eager. 

So he pried open her ass cheeks and pushed his helmet into the slightly open rosebud. With a little push the helmet went in. She gave a gasp and he stopped.

"Does it hurt?" he was concerned.

"A little when you pushed but it is ok now. Isn't it tight?" she asked, excited.

"Yes, very tight," he replied as he pushed a little more of his cock into her ass. She winced with pain.

"It is tight because nobody ever went there. Unlike my cunt which was fucked so much by your uncle, this hole is my virgin hole. You are the first to go in." Her words were intoxicating.

"Aunty, I want to fuck you there now," he said all excited.

"Wait. I will get into position and open my legs a little more so that you can push in more. Put your fingers into my cunt and fuck that with your fingers," she said her breath quickening.

He understood his task. She went on all fours like a dog keeping her legs apart. As she bent, he pushed a little more cock into her ass. Simultaneously, he pushed three of his right hand fingers into her juicy cunt and started frigging her. 

"Make your cock wet so that it will go in more easily," her breath was labored now.

He took his cock completely out of her ass, quickly rubbed it with the thick juices on his fingers and wetted it. He pushed his fingers into her cunt again and took more juice out and rubbed it at the entrance and into her ass hole. His cock went in again, a little more smoothly, even as he started frigging her again.

Nirmala always had this wild fantasy about getting fucked in her big ass but never dared to express it to her husband for fear of rebuke or ridicule. Here was this young stud fulfilling her fantasy at last. His cock felt incredibly hard and large in her tight anal passage, and the pain it caused there resulted in more pleasure in her cunt. 

Sekhar knew he was in real virgin territory. It was incredible to push through her tight passage and he was scared of hurting her. But she appeared to get as much pleasure as pain, perhaps more and encouraged him to continue. 

As these thoughts rushed through his mind, with one more push he went completely in. His cock was now buried fully in her tight ass.

"I am fully in," he cried out, triumphantly.

"Stay there, do not move, yet," she cried out. He stayed put.

"Now frig me with one hand and pinch my nipples with the other," she shouted.

He did just that with his right taking care of her nipples. Her own hands joined his left hand and several fingers, his and hers, started fucking her juicy cunt.

"Fuck my ass, now," she was panting.

He moved his cock in her tight ass and started fucking her. It was absolutely incredible and the friction was unbearable and insanely delightful.

She was bucking now like a bitch in heat, her ass on fire with his fucking and her cunt humping their hands and dripping juice.

"Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!........." she whimpered with pleasure and pain. 

He growled like an animal as he burst at seams and shot his load of hot cum into her virgin ass.

She could stand no more and slowly toppled on to the bed face down. He clung on to her and arrested her sudden fall and fell on top of her with his young cock still buried in her virgin ass. 

They both regained their breath after a few minutes and after he rolled off her, she turned on to her back.

As they lay all flushed and sweaty next to each other, she looked at his now limp penis with fond love and calling out sweet endearments, kissed him several times.

"Oh, my wonderful lover, it was just incredible!" she marveled.

He literally blushed. 

They were content to lay silent in each other's arms relaxing for several minutes.

"I always had fantasies of doing this but never dared. I was scared too. But you have made it possible, my dear! And it was wonderful, I never thought it would be so good," she spoke softly.

He just grinned at her, happy that she was happy.

After about an hour, she woke up to the sweet sensation of her nipples getting sucked and tweaked by her young lover. As her hands pulled him closer, she felt his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. 

She marveled at his insatiable lust and his resilience. Her hand reached out for his cock and travelled down its length to the base. She felt her fingers touch his balls and cupped them in her palm; one after another.

They were smooth and full. They were cute. They were beautiful as opposed to the ugly appendages of her husband. She caressed them with her fingers sending sweet shocks into him. 

She adjusted her position such that his balls now lay in direct contact with the upper folds of her pussy. She now rubbed her clit and surrounding area against his balls. She felt the waves starting in the pit of her stomach.

She now had a wild urge to ride him...her own young stallion! She pushed him away gently and asked him to lie on his back. He obeyed promptly, his breath quickening in anticipation. 

She positioned herself over him, her legs on either side of him, her palms on his shoulders and slowly lowered herself till her wet, juicy cunt lips touched the tip of his quivering cock.

In one smooth motion her cunt slid on his erect cock and swallowed it up hungrily. There you go my young stud, deep into your aunt's cunt, she though wildly. I shall now ride my young stallion and it would be a wild ride, she said to herself wickedly with passion.

Slowly she started moving up and down his young shaft. With each move her big breasts swung against his fondling hands. When he tried to counter her thrusts by raising his ass, she said "No, not yet! Just stay still while aunty fucks you." He understood that it was her turn now to set the pace.

As she rode him, she thought of all those wasted nights of her life. Oh! If only she had someone like Sekhar to pleasure her body and quench her thirst. Anyway that was past and gone. Now she has this young stud and she would make the most of her future with him. 

Feeling his hard cock quivering inside her juicy cunt, she started moving faster with fuller strokes. As wave after wave of pleasure started washing her, she shouted,"Fuck me, fuck me good, my stud."

He eagerly responded by raising his ass off the bed and countering her thrusts with his own, trying to reach the far depths of her vagina. His own passions built up to a peak and he felt going over the abyss into a free fall and tumbling down and down as he spurted his hot cum into her juicy churning cunt.

As they lay totally spent and satiated, she wiped away the sweat from their bodies with a small towel.

"Aunty, are you protected okay?" he asked with some hesitation.

"Yes, my dear, do not worry," she assured him smiling.

"Aunty, can we continue fucking in future? Please, aunty, I love you so much," he pleaded.

"We will, my boy, whenever there is a chance. But we have to be very careful. If we are caught, I would die of shame. So, please be very careful. Wait for me to decide and don't be impatient," she replied.

"Yes, aunty," he nodded.

"Sekhar, I know all about you and Vijaya and what you are doing. You are both young and it is understandable. You both can have as much fun as you want, but with in limitations. You can do everything. But, she is a virgin to be married off soon. No fucking. Promise me, Sekhar, that you will not fuck her. Fool around with her but fucking only with me, okay?" she sounded quite serious.

He was shocked and scared that aunty knew about him and Vijaya. He was also relieved that she was allowing him to get away with it. Not just get away but he could play with Vijaya too! 

He was permitted to play with the daughter and fuck the mother!

Could he ever ask for a better deal than that, he asked himself. Horny bastard that he was, h decided to accept the deal.

"Yes, aunty, I promise," He sounded as sincere as he could.

Does he keep his promise? Can he? Only time will tell

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My Teacher - My Angel



The old lady opened the door and had a big smile for me.

"Your teacher is much better now."

I smiled back and walked in. Madame was resting on the bed. She did look a lot better, though extremely weak. She smiled at me affectionately. I sat on a folding chair next to her bed.

"How are you feeling now, Madame?" I asked.

"Much better thanks to all the care you took," she smiled weakly. I blushed.

"Doctor Sharma asked me to check the fever and report back." I handed over the thermometer that I brought with me to her after ensuring that it was reading below normal.

She still had a mild fever at 99.2F.

I went to the doctor and informed him. He said it was okay and Madame would be normal by next morning and we could give her bread with milk. I bought some fresh bread from a nearby bakery and went back to Madame. As she ate bread with warm milk, I told her how everybody at college was missing her. Her mother gave me hot coffee in a small glass.

"Sekhar, mother told me how you helped with doctor, medicines, everything. We just do not know how to thank you," she said with lots of affection.

"It was nothing much, Madame," I mumbled, at a loss for words.

Neither of us was able to carry the conversation forward; nor did we really try to do that!

Soon it was time for me to leave and I was desperate. I very much wanted to spend another night at Madame's house.

"I will come back after dinner and sleep here tonight, Madame," I said ,my voice low and shaking a little.

She was quiet for a long while and looked at me. I lowered my eyes and burned with a little shame. Did I make a fool of myself? Was she upset by my statement?

"I would very much like that Sekhar, though I am getting better," she said with that nice smile.

I went home and told my mother that Madame still had fever and I better spend another night there to take care. After a quick dinner, I went back to Madame's house, carrying some more sweet lime that my mother gave me. Around ten pm she sweated a lot and we took the temperature and it was normal at 98.4F.

While I sat in the front room for a while, Madame washed and cleaned up with her mother's help and changed her dress and the bed sheets. In about half an hour she was tucked in. All the activities took their toll and she lay back on the bed without much energy. Her mother left the room after giving me the mat and pillow and saying the usual wake me up if you need bit.

Even today I do not know how I got the courage to do it or why I did it. It was neither an accident or by design. It was just the impulse of a young teen.

I got up from the chair, walked to the bed and sat next to Madame. I gently put my palm on her forehead. At my touch she opened her eyes, gave me a little smile and closed her eyes again. What did that smile say, I asked myself? I wasn't sure. I started massaging her forehead and temples very lightly. Her eyes remained shut. 

After a few minutes, I got a little more adventurous. I had this strong urge to touch her cheeks. I was old enough to know that touching cheeks of a woman was considered an expression of love and more intimate. I was scared but very much wanted to do it. I had to touch those cheeks and let her feel my love for her. I let my finger tips just brush her left cheek which was closest to me.

Madame was one of those women who had nice healthy cheeks, may be a trifle chubby. They felt soft and heavenly to my touch. I let my tips caress them with a lot of love in the act – first one cheek and then another and finally both. At some point my forefinger drifted and made a tentative contact with the corner of her mouth and the lower lip.

I marveled at my own audacity. Here I was, sitting next to Kamala Madame on her bed and touching her lip! I withdrew my hand with a jerk. Oh God! What would I say if she woke up and asked me what the hell I was doing? I kept looking at her mouth and lips and after a few minutes of dithering, my finger returned to her lower lip. It caressed her lower lip very gently. It was slightly moist and was reddish pink.

I was at an age where I knew the basics about kissing. I knew lovers kissed and I knew husband and wife kissed. A thought occurred to me. Kamala Madame's lips were perhaps never kissed! I felt so bad for her and my heart was heavy.

"It must be quite late, go to sleep, Sekhar," her soft voice gave me a shock.

I pulled off my hand as if slapped.

"Madame, when ever my mother or sister have fever they ask me to rub and massage their feet and legs. They say that it feels very good and puts them to sound sleep. Shall I do it?" I asked sincerely.

"But you don't mind doing that to your teacher?" she asked, smiling.

"No Madame, you are as important as them," I answered, rather cleverly, I thought.

"Okay. But as soon as I sleep, you should stop and go to sleep."

I nodded in the affirmative and Madame shut her eyes again.

Madame lay in the middle of her bed, flat on her back. I was on her left side. I now sat on the left corner of the bed and facing her with my feet down and dangling from the bed. I gently lifted her left foot, held it reverently in both hands and then allowed the heel to rest on my right thigh. I started massaging her tender foot.

I first rubbed the foot gently with my fingers to get the feel of it. Her skin was smooth and cool and felt nice to touch. I worked on the sole and the ankle, then on the toes. I rolled each toe between my fingers and also the tender joints between toes. I heard a sigh from Madame and when I looked at her, the eyes were still shut. I didn't know if I imagined, but it sounded like a sigh of content.

I repeated the process with her right foot. And, as I played with her toes, they appeared to respond to my touch and tease. Her feet were average size, neither small nor big and they were without any cracks or blemishes and shapely. I liked touching them. After a while I felt the urge to fondle them – press and squeeze and role the toes between my fingers. There was no reaction – audible or visual from her.

Massaging the legs of the older people was a part and parcel of the duties of the younger ones, those days. My parents, uncles and aunts all called upon me at times to do it for them. I was therefore quite good and adept at doing that. I started massaging her legs – first the right and then the left – in quick succession.

I started at the heel and slowly made my way up, all the way to just below her knee and then retracing my path back to the heel. As I did this, I gently pushed her sari and the petticoat away so that I could see them myself. 

Kamala Madame's legs were nice. They were neither thick nor too thin. What I liked best about them was they were hairless and smooth and shapely. Yes, they were nicely shaped and long with the right taper over their length.

It occurred to me that Madame had hidden such beautiful legs from everyone under drab saris and I was perhaps the first one to see them thus exposed in their bare state. Not just see them but touch them and run my hands over them, as I was presently doing. 

Her shins were very smooth and healthy looking. As my palm rested on her calf muscle and gently squeezed it, I felt a heavenly pleasure. It felt so good that i started fondling it. I delighted in playing with her calves for long.

"Stop it, Sekhar," she said softly. There was no anger or rebuke in her voice. It was more a plea, a request.

I quickly took my hands off her legs and pulled her sari back into its original position. As I got up from the bed she said, "Come here." As I stood by her side she took both my hands in hers, brought them close to her lips and kissed them softly, looking at me all the while.

"Now be a good boy, go to sleep and let me sleep," she said, smiling.

I was already flying on the high clouds as lay down to sleep on the mat.

Kamala's narrative

Sekhar woke up at six in the morning and rushed home. The fever was gone but I was still feeling weak. I decided to continue my sick leave for one more day. That gave me ample time to think about the events of the past few days.

What exactly was happening with this boy Sekhar, I wondered!

For over ten years, I had taught hundreds of boys, some of them very good and bright, most of them average. But they were all her 'boys'. They all respected her as their teacher and she loved them as her students. But not one of them ever behaved like this boy!

Kamala, the respected teacher, the respected colleague and the spinster! I stopped being a woman more than five years ago. I had even stopped thinking of myself as a woman. I had tried hard and succeeded in forgetting the sexual wants and needs of a healthy woman of my age.

Everyone respects me – seniors, peers and students. All relatives respect me for sacrificing myself for the family...the quintessential Indian woman! People have sympathy for me because I am a spinster. Poor Kamala; they say behind my back. I know all that and stopped even thinking about it. 

Respect, sympathy, like – yes! These are the feelings people have for me and I am used to them. But Love...love as a woman? That is a big laugh. Who loves a spinster of thirty five, an average looking woman in drab clothes like Kamala Madame?? Ha ha ha ha! That is a big laugh!

And here comes this young boy, almost young enough to be her son, with his puppy love!!

Her mother told her everything. How he came that afternoon when she was literally delirious with high fever. How he went and fetched the doctor, the medicines, how he returned on his own to take care of her and provide support to her mother. Her mother was in tears when she said all this. She was all praise for the boy. What were her exact words?

"That boy is very strong and mature for his age. He took decisions and acted like a man."

Yes, her mother was right. His actions spoke for themselves.

And, this boy was in love with her. In love with his Kamala Madame! She saw it in his eyes, in his words and in his touch. Oh god! His touch more than anything! It started innocently enough, massaging the forehead of a sick woman. There was nothing wrong with that.

But what was he doing caressing her cheeks with such gentle touch! The very thought brought a faint blush to her. And then caressing her lower lip – the very audacity of the act! No one, absolutely no one ever touched her lip that way. His finger tip touching her lip sent sensual sparks down her body. The first time something like that happened in ages.

And then there were her feet and legs. When he started massaging her feet, she never thought he would caress them that way. The way he rolled and tweaked her toes was very seductive. The movement of his fingers between her toes was so suggestively erotic! Oh god! What wild thoughts, these!

The hands that massaged her legs, didn't they feel so manly? They were strong but caring and the touch was lovely and sensual. She particularly liked the way he fondled her calves. Oh god! If he could do that to her calves, what would he do if had access to her bigger assets!! She truly blushed a deep red at that thought.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. I should put an end to this nonsense. Sekhar was just a boy, a teenager with puppy love for his teacher. And here I was, a spinster reacting like a teenager myself. 

Nothing could come out of this and nothing should be done to promote it. I would gently but firmly, correct the boy and wean him away from this infatuation. Wasn't that what I was supposed to do as a teacher, anyway?

Who was I fooling? For the first time in ages, someone loved me as a woman. A man who worshiped me, who loved to touch me and fondle me! Kamala, you would be a fool to let this opportunity to slip away, I told myself. Make the most of it, it may be your last chance to experience the pleasures of the body, pleasures which you have denied yourself all along, my heart said.

Oh god! What should I do?

I got back to my normal, busy routine of college and tuitions. Things are back to normal.

Sekhar never missed my classes or the tuition. He was as reverent and as attentive as ever. Had anything changed between us? Nothing obvious to others, nothing to betray us!

But there were subtle changes that were known only to us. Firstly, there was touching. Yes, whenever possible, Sekhar's hands touched mine. The contacts were mostly his fingertips touching my hands. 

Once or twice, his hands brushed against my thighs, by accident or design, I wasn't sure. The fact was that I loved his touch and looked forward to it. And every single touch sent sparks through me.

Then there were the looks. In the tuition, i very often caught him looking at me in a odd way. He would look at my chest, my behind and my thighs and when he did that, I saw naked desire and passion in his eyes. He would look as if he were mentally stripping me and seeing them naked. That hungry look in his eyes sent hot flushes down to my loins. When caught looking thus, he would blush and turn his head away. 

Thus there was this strong undercurrent of passion and desire and we were both aware of it. But neither could do anything about it.

One Sunday Sekhar surprised us by bringing his mother along and introducing us. She was a nice lady aged around fifty years. My mother and she became good friends instantly, when they discovered that they had a few common friends. It was good in a way because my mother didn't have many friends or avoided relatives because of my spinster status.

Another time Sekhar surprised me by giving a few roses from a friend's garden. He gave them when no one was around and his voice shook when he said, "for you Madame." I was touched. No one ever gave me roses – not that way! That night in bed I had the roses for company. I took one and caressed my cheeks and lips with that, simulating what he did the other night. As I thought of his touch, my pulse quickened.

I untied my blouse and freed my breasts. I touched my nipples with a rose in each hand and caressed them. They became painfully hard and erect. I pressed the flowers hard against them thinking of them as Sekhar's palms. I felt a hot flush in my loins and wetness in my womanhood. 

I took a rose and opening my thighs wide rubbed myself with that rose vigorously while imaging Sekhar doing it. In a few minutes I had a strong spasm rocking my body. I slept like a log that night.

I felt lightheaded and happy when I woke up next morning. I never woke up in such a mood for long time! It continued the whole day and whenever I had free time, my mind filled up with erotic thoughts.

It was soon November and the winter was on us. The mornings and evenings were often foggy and the visibility was poor. Mercury dropped, sweaters and mufflers were out. While young lovers reveled, the old shivered.

It was then that everything changed!

It all started with a letter from my sister saying she was sick and requesting me to send mother immediately for a week to help her. Mother was in a dilemma. This was the first time sister had asked for help in a long while. At the same time she was loath to leave me alone and go. I told mother we would decide by evening and went back to college.

In the evening, a beaming mother greeted me on return from college.

"Our problem is solved. Sekhar would sleep here in my absence. I went and requested his mother and she agreed readily." Mother was indeed active! 

My reactions were mixed. I didn't plan for it but it happened. Here was an opportunity to be alone with Sekhar in the nights for a full week. What would we do? How far we would go? Or should we go? I was too excited to think rationally.

Author's narrative

Sekhar went to the bus stand that evening and put the old lady on a comfortable bus that would take her to her destination by next morning. After dinner he went to kamala Madame's house carrying his books bag with him. He was very excited at the prospect of spending several nights at Madame's place. He wasn't sure what was going to happen but knew he would try and touch her while she was asleep.

Kamala was far more excited, as she waited for the young boy to join her. She felt like a horny teenage girl. She knew that both of them were inexperienced in these matters and felt apprehensive. She wouldn't lead him on. That would be wrong. But, she would respond to his moves positively, she thought. She knew she was all confused and mixed up in her excitement.

Sekhar knocked on the door at nine that night. 

"Madame, she got a good seat and it is a deluxe bus with cushioned seats," he said.

"Oh, thank you, Sekhar," she said softly.

"I see that you have brought your books. Good, you can study for some time," she pointed to the mat, bed sheet, pillow and blanket, all neatly kept in one corner.

He got the message. He would sleep in this room and not in her room. It was different with her mother at home and when Madame was sick. That was not possible now. But he would get an opportunity, he was sure – sooner or later.

Now is the time to tell you about the layout of her home. It was a small rented house. The front room was the tuition room where Sekhar would sleep in the night. That room led into Madame's room. Her room led to a smaller room which her mother used. That room opened to a kitchen and a small backyard. The toilet and bathroom were located in that backyard.

Thus the access to the toilet and bathroom was only through her room and there was no other way.

While he studied for a while, she sat on the chair and read the Illustrated Weekly of India, a popular magazine at that time. Neither of them was really focused on what they were reading. 

Around ten, Kamala said she was going to bed. Sekhar gave her a look of longing as he bid her a good night. He noticed that she left the door to her room open and saw her switching on the bed lamp and then switching off the main lamp. He heard the slight creak of her single bed as she lay down.

He decided to study for another half an hour so that she would fall asleep. Time moved very slowly and his excitement grew at the thought of what lay ahead. Exactly after half an hour, he got up and made his way to the toilet at the back of the house and relieved himself. While returning he stopped in Kamala's room and looked at the bed from his doorway.

She lay on the bed on her back, fully covered in a thin blanket from toes to her neck. Her breathing was even and she was apparently asleep. He went close to her bed and saw her form for a full minute. He could make out the slight raise around her chest area in the blanket where her breasts are hidden. But he lacked the courage to touch her, looking into her face, even in that dim light. He was scared of getting caught, red handed, if she woke up.

The light has to go. Yes, he would switch off the bed light and would sit on the floor on her bedside. He would then touch her. If she woke up, she wouldn't see him in the darkness. He would just crawl away. If she asked him in the morning why he switched off the bed light, he would say that he couldn't sleep because the light was disturbing him.

With the light off and sitting on the floor on his knees, he searched with his hands slowly and found the side edge of the blanket. Lifting the edge just a fraction, he slipped his right hand under the blanket and let it rest. 

After a few seconds he started moving his palm very slowly, a few millimeters at a time. His fingertip touched thin clothing which was her sari. He slipped his fingers under that and moved them forward again.

His two long fingers came into contact with her smooth skin which was soft and just warm. Sekhar guessed that he was touching her waist on her left side. He was lucky because her arms were crossed over her chest and so he had unhindered access to her waist and belly. He reveled at his luck in touching her at such a nice spot on first attempt. He stayed put without moment for full two minutes.




My Teacher - My Angel



He lifted his palm a little in the air, moved it a few more millimeters and then lowered it gently. His palm now made full contact with the soft and fleshy part of her belly on its left side.

Kamala suppressed a moan with great difficulty. Oh god, this boy had just touched her belly erotically, the touch of his palm on her skin was hot, a little sweaty and very much enjoyable. No one ever touched her this way and she felt a strange sensation.

Sekhar felt a heavenly pleasure at this marvelous contact and what it felt like. Even in his most erotic dreams he never felt that Madame's body would feel so good to the touch. It was as if she had preserved it all for him. And she didn't wake up! So, with care, he could proceed.

Proceed he did with the enthusiasm only the young possess! He let his palm rub, very gently, her soft and little fleshy belly, his tips sending tiny shocks through her body at the points of contact. After he had his fill of her belly, he lifted his palm up and a little north and ever so slowly brought it down.

He was spot on and his palm made a light contact with her blouse ensconced left breast. Kamala let out a light moan and he froze. He almost gave in to panic and thought of pulling his hand away and leave. But he didn't. He just waited and waited, with bated breath. Kamala sensed his fear and his desire and his struggle. She stayed put and did nothing.

After a couple of minutes, Sekhar got back his courage. He let his palm cup her breast and press it with the tiniest of pressure. Oh god, this was heavenly! What lovely breasts Madame had hidden away from all in her drab clothing, he thought! Hers was the first breast he ever touched this way and it felt heavenly to him. He gave in to his passion and squeezed her left breast.

Kamala was dizzy. This was a totally new experience to her sex denied body. In her college days she heard and entertained thoughts of sex. Later on she had the normal sexual needs that were never fulfilled except through occasional masturbation when too much pressure built up and needed release. There was neither an opportunity nor the courage to have an affair with any one and before she realized it, she was labeled a spinster and that was that.

Eliciting no adverse reaction, Sekhar got bolder. He got off from the floor and sat gently on the edge of her bed. He cupped both her breasts one in each hand and squeezed gently. Kamala continued to feign sleep enjoying the fondling of her breasts for the first time. After a few minutes, he wanted more of her tits. He wanted them bare.

At home Kamala wore a blouse that was old fashioned, even for that period. It had a button at the top and the bottom border of the blouse had a belt like strip of clothing which could be tied into a knot. His probing fingers found out these details in just a few seconds. He had seen similar design blouse worn by his aunty once.

He therefore guessed that if he probed around the midpoint of the blouse, he could perhaps find an opening that would give him access to the bare flesh. He guessed it right and his probing fingers found the gap between the two unfastened halves of the blouse and went in.

He first touched her right breast and as his fingers touched the bare flesh, she moaned softly. He was not scared now and he didn't care if he was caught. If she woke up and stopped him he would stop. Otherwise, he would proceed. His fingers went searching under her blouse and soon contacted her quivering nipple. He pushed his thumb in and rolled her hardening nipple between his thumb and fore finger.

Kamala could no longer contain herself. She was delirious with passion and shaking like a leaf. She quickly got hold of the bottom of her blouse and untied the knot and opened the two halves wide for him. Sekhar got hold of the top button and undid it. Her naked breasts heaving with passion lay fully exposed now. Though they couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness, they could be felt.

Young Sekhar grabbed his Kamala Madame's breasts in both hands and started squeezing and kneading them roughly. Kamala was in heaven. This was no boy, this was a man, a man possessed and his hands were those of a man, not of a boy! He tweaked and rolled her nipples and there was no need to pretend any longer.

"Oh Sekhar! " She cried out with pleasure.

She could wait no longer. She grabbed his head with both her hands and pulled it to her bosom. As he clamped his young lips on her hard and quivering nipple, she cried out in pure ecstasy and her body shook. Sekhar was too hungry to notice anything else. 

He clamped his mouth on her boob with raw passion and was trying to devour it. He quickly alternated between her two breasts, wanting to devour both. He settled to a rhythm of mouth on one and hands on the other, sending his Kamala Madame into raptures.

Sekhar was already aroused for some time and his young cock was literally jumping in his pajamas. As Kamala pulled his head on to her bosom, he fell partly on her side and the erect tent came into contact with the soft left buttock on its left side. 

Kamala got a jolt when his hard cock made its first contact with her body. Shocked by the hardness, the heat and the quivering! Inexperienced as she was, instinct took over.

She dropped her left hand to her side and grabbed his hot cock. He followed her cue and placed his right hand on the folds of her sari and grabbed her mound. Her fingers desperately sought and released his hard, young, jumping penis from his pajamas and started stroking it up and down. 

He responded by pushing his own hands under the folds of her sari and petticoat and touched her hairy, bare pussy for the first time. As he touched her there, she convulsed.

His hand and fingers acted on instinct and set her on an orgasmic course. Her soft hand stroking his bare, agitated cock was too much for him and he shot a load of his cum all over the lower part of her sari. 

Kamala felt his release and went dizzy as she felt a quiver deep inside her that became a tremor and shook her like a leaf in free fall. They lay spent on each other – two novices.

After several minutes, Kamala gently pushed him away and got up from the bed. She walked up to the switch board and switched on the night lamp. They were too shy to look at each other immediately. She looked at her sari and found it was a mess with a lot of sticky cum all over it. 

Sekhar rushed to the bathroom to clean up. She removed her sari. Her petticoat was okay. She quickly retied her blouse, took the crumpled bed sheet off and spread it again properly on the bed. When he returned, she went to the bathroom to clean up. Back in the room, she found Sekhar standing in a corner without meeting her eyes.

She slowly walked up to him and opened her arms. He looked at her. She looked happy and contended. So, she liked what they did! It was a great relief to him because he was scared how she would react. He quickly hugged her tightly, his arms around her. Sekhar never kissed a girl in his young life thus far. But he saw in English movies how they kiss. So he tried it the same way.

Cupping her serene face in both his hands, he brought his young lips into contact with her moist lower lip. As his lips clamped on her lower lip she literally swooned. It was so exciting and so sweet to be kissed on the lips by a man. She had thought this would never happen to her. 

Her mouth opened up to him with all the pent up hunger of lost years. His tongue darted into her open mouth exploring it with youthful jest. It sought and found her tongue and started playing.

It was that first full, wet kiss that brought them close to each other – really close.

Wordlessly kamala walked to the bed, her hand still holding his. It was a single cot and narrow for the two of them but it would have to do for now. She was clad in a petticoat and blouse and he in his pajamas and bunion. They sat side by side and Sekhar's hands went to her blouse. She stopped him.

She untied and removed her blouse and took it off. Her breasts were full, a little conical and hung a little low on her chest. But they were firm and had big brown areole of the size of a rupee coin. Her nipples were light brown and right size. They were not fully hard at that moment. 

She gestured to Sekhar to remove his vest and he got rid of it. His chest was not very broad, had a few hairs but mostly hairless and muscular. His belly was flat and waist narrow.

They lay next to each other, side on, with Sekhar on her left and embraced. Her breasts now pressed softly against his chest and she moaned.

"I love you, Madame," he said softly to her.

"I love you, Sekhar," she whispered back.

They kissed again, full on the mouth and for long. As they hugged each other tightly, their bodies responded quickly. She felt his hardness poking at her through the pajamas.

Her hand went to his pajamas and tugged at the cord. He got the message. He got off the bed and removed his pajamas and jumped back into the bed, clad only in a short striped drawers. She reached for the opening and pulled out his erect cock. She looked at it fondly.

It was not thick or thin, just average girth. It was not too long, probably around five to six inches. It was light brown in color with the pink helmet. It was erect and vertical, pointing upwards to his belly. At its root was his black pubic thatch, not dense but light and curly. His balls were medium sized and looked cute in proportion.

To Kamala his cock looked absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. It was her first cock. It was her savior. It was going to penetrate and pleasure her, quench her age old hunger and thirst. It was the sacred phallus that was her deliverance!

She was so overcome with emotion that she wanted to kiss it with all her love.

Moving into a sitting position, she made him lay on his back with his head on her pillow. She untied and eased his drawers down his legs freeing his beautifully erect cock and the cute balls. 

Holding it at the base in her left hand, she brought her mouth close to the helmet and kissed it lightly. Sekhar was spellbound. He never heard of oral sex, the novice that he was!

Kamala ran her tongue over his pinkish helmet and licked it. She tongued the edge of the helmet where the skin started. It left a pungent taste in her mouth that would be normally repulsive to her but strangely attractive now. 

His cock looked like a banana to her and she wanted it a little more into her mouth. So she opened her mouth into a 'O' and took an inch of his cock in.

Her mouth was wet with saliva, soft, yielding and hot. Sekhar was totally lost in the pleasure. He only heard about how cock fucks a woman by going into a hole between the legs called cunt. He never heard of woman sucking a cock. Madame was very knowledgeable and he had great faith in her knowledge. 

Obviously, she had this knowledge too and was using it now. It was so heavenly! He would just follow Madame, his teacher. She would guide him and tell him what to do and when, he thought.

Her instinct working sharply, Kamala swallowed more of his cock into her mouth and started sucking on it, simulating kids sucking on an ice fruit. Her hanging breasts were constantly rubbing against his hard and flat stomach and the nipples were now painfully hard. 

She felt his hands gripping her head from behind and pushing it. It was as if he wanted his cock to be swallowed. Resisting his pressure, she instinctively controlled the up and down moment of her mouth.

Kamala felt his cock was fucking her mouth or was it her mouth fucking his cock? She smiled at her own erotic confusion and relaxed a little. It was then that her head was pushed further down by his hands and his cock went in a little more and the helmet touched the soft entrance to her throat. 

They both froze for a second. It was absolutely fabulous. For him it felt as if his cock was into her cunt hole. For her it felt divine to be so touched by the cock in such a soft, sensitive area and images flashed through her mind of this cock deep into her moist, virginal cunt.

The impact was thus tremendous on both of them. As she sucked on hungrily he exploded. He ejaculated hot, thick sperm into her mouth. Kamala gagged and nearly choked. But she recovered quickly and opened her throat to receive the flow. It went smoothly into her and she felt elated, swallowing the rich, male sperm. 

As the flow ebbed, she sucked the last few drops. As his penis started contracting, she licked it dry with her tongue. It tasted like a salt less soup to her but she loved it.

Sekhar was lost to this world. His eyes shut he was still recovering from the avalanche of joy and pleasure that engulfed him. His ejaculation and release were of a magnitude he never experienced before. Madame was like an Angel fulfilling his wildest dreams!

Kamala derived great satisfaction from the oral sex that she performed so spontaneously. Though her own organ was not involved directly, she enjoyed immensely having him in her mouth and receiving his sperm in her throat. She felt the great pleasure he derived from her act and that pleased her. 

In addition, she felt she had the control now, control on him and on their mutual pleasure. She was also aware of the risk of pregnancy with unprotected sex. She wanted to properly prepare herself for the final act.

They were both tired from all the excitement of that night and slept well in their mutual embrace.

Before he left next morning Kamala cautioned him to be very careful so as not to cause any suspicion in anyone's mind about their relationship. He must avoid all contact with her at the college. Even at the tuition he should be very correct and careful, she added.

She herself was ecstatic about their relationship. She knew they would consummate it today. During the lunch hour she made a trip to her close friend from childhood, Dr.Padma who was a Gynecologist. 

She took her into confidence and told her she wanted protection from pregnancy without revealing any details. Padma was very happy for her friend and gave her the 'pills' and advised her on how to take them. She also gave her a tube of jelly and more instructions.

The day went very slowly for both of the lovers lost in their own wild erotic thoughts. At last it was nine in the night and Sekhar knocked at her door. As soon as he came in, she shut the door. They embraced with a sense of urgency and kissed hard. It was along and satisfying kiss. When they came up for air, Kamala released him and walked into her room.

Asking Sekhar to help her, she removed the single cot and put it upright along a free wall. They spread two mats on the floor. On one mat they spread the mattress removed from her bed. On another, they spread a spare mattress. She spread two fresh bed sheets on these mattresses and put two pillows at the head and one big blanket. Their beds were ready.

They looked at each other and they were both tense. Kamala knew that he was in awe of her and she was expected to take the lead by virtue of being his teacher and his senior by many years. 

She sat on the bed with her back against the wall, her legs stretched out and signaled him to sit along her side. He sat close to her, sitting likewise, their thighs touching. She took his right hand in her hands and gently caressed it.

"Do you like me a lot, Sekhar?" she asked softly.

"I love you, Madame."

"Call me Kamala then."

"I can never do that, Madame," he said emphatically.

"Why?"

"I respect you a lot, like I respect my mother. Can I call her by name?" he countered.

"Am I like your mother?" she asked smiling.

He blushed deep red and mumbled, "what I meant was about respect."

"Okay. I understand. Can I call you by a pet name?" she asked.

"Any name. You can call me by any name, Madame."

"Good! What do you want to do now?" she asked mischievously.

"I want to play with them," he said boldly, pointing at her breasts.

"What do you call them?" her pulse quickening.

"Oh, I know they are your breasts. We boys call them boobs and tits."

"You like my boobs? What do you want to play with them?" she was feeling excited by their talk.

"I love your boobs, Madame. They are like ripe mangoes, I like to squeeze and suck them."

His breath quickened as Kamala dropped her pallu, untied her blouse and removed it. In the bright light of the main lamp now her mango tits looked beautiful and sexy to him.

She quickly pulled him to her and gestured him to lay with his head in her lap and facing her.With her right hand cradling his head she pulled him close to her left tit and fed it to his young lips.

As his wet, young lips clamped on the tit and its nipple, she gave a deep sigh and said, "Oh, my baby, suck my boobs. Suck your Madame's tits to your heart's content."

Her words were musical to him and he started making urgent love to her breasts with his hungry mouth and with his strong hands. She felt the fire stoked in her loins by his actions. Pressing his head closer to her bosom, she felt she was suckling her baby.

You are both my lover and my baby, she thought to herself. I see both in you, my love!

"Give them a rest, baby," she said after a while.

She stood up lazily and removed her sari. She now had only her white petticoat on. She pulled him to her and slowly pulled at the cord of his pajamas. It slipped and fell down his legs. 

He stepped out of it and also removed his bunion quickly. He stood in front of her clad in a new white underwear. His bulge showed off well and he was thrilled when Kamala's looks focused on that.

With her right palm she gently cupped his bulge and he shivered with the thrill. Gently she slipped her palm into his drawers and grabbed his cock. Putting both her hands inside, she started a slow, teasing fondle of his cock and balls. 

Slowly she pulled the underwear away exposing his naked tool with its appendage. He looked very sexy to her with his erect and quivering cock and the cute balls.

"Don't you want to see and touch Madame there?" she asked, softly and a little shyly.

The young boy wanted nothing else for days. He was so hungry for it and had shagged so many times just thinking about Kamala Madame's pussy. Now he needed no further invitation. His hands reached out and found the cord of her petticoat. 

He managed to untie it correctly and the garment fell in a heap at her feet. He looked at her womanhood for the first time in all its naked glory.

Her pubic area was cleanly shaven. He looked in awe at her vaginal mound, the upper folds, the slit and the lips. He was excited – excited to see his first pussy – more excited because it was his Madame's.

He was also scared – scared because he was not sure how exactly he should handle that vagina and scared of not doing well.

Instinctively he reached out and cupped her bare pussy in his right palm causing her to moan loudly and wiggle her hips. With his left hand he reached for her behind. Her twin buttocks were high and beautiful, like two sand dunes. His hand couldn't get enough of their flesh into his palm. He knew there was only one way to quench their thirst.

He pulled kamala hard into his tight embrace so that his hard cock and balls aimed and contacted her mound tightly and he grabbed her buttocks in both hands pulling her even closer. As she felt his cock on her mound, her knees became weak and her hands held on to his shoulders for support. 

Seeing their desire peaking to such levels, she got out of his embrace and fell back on the bed and pulled him down on top of her. She opened her legs wide to accommodate him.

Sekhar lay on top of her and felt the soft, fleshy, hot, naked body of his teacher squirm under him and he kissed her hard on her mouth. He felt her breasts getting squashed against his chest with hard nipples poking at him. His hands found and held her smooth flanks and he was conscious of his hard cock poking at her pussy and the widening of her legs.