Sex with my sexy Mathematics Teacher

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am much over 40 now and people around me say that I am a good and tough looking guy. They also say that I haven’t changed at all from my school days. It means, I must have looked pretty much the same, then as well. But I was never conscious of my looks while growing up. Actually I always felt that I was a below-average guy as far as my looks were concerned and I was pretty self-conscious of myself too.

Further, in those days, our exposure to anything sexual was extremely limited. We did not have color TV or Internet or other things. The only exposure to a woman was family, friends or at the most some filmy magazines. Being value oriented people, family was out of bounds, girl friends were equally mature or immature in mind and body, and the pictures in magazines were hardly earth shattering. In a nut shell, we were absolute naives.

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

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

What brought about this change was that one day while both of us were sitting down on the floor and working. There was no one around except the two of us. I was totally engrossed in my painting job when suddenly I lifted my head to check something from my teacher. What I saw then, stopped me dead in my path. My teacher was working, sitting pretty close to me on the ground and the “Pallu” of her Saree had fallen down, revealing her ample breasts thru her low cut blouse. I actually stopped breathing. I actually stopped thinking.

The only thing I am still aware of is her superb, milky breasts that were almost transparent to look at. The greenish-blue veins were also visible through the skin. Her gentle breathing was making the globes rise up and down like… I still don’t know how to describe the scene.
I suddenly began to feel warm in my body and felt some tightness in my trouser. I began to get uncomfortable but could not take my eye away from the heavenly sight. Then, I at once came back to my senses and taking control of myself, I just rushed out of the room. I walked out but did not know what to do, or where to go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had a nice home. There were two small lovely dogs that came jumping playfully at me. I was then offered a glass of orange squash by the maid. Finishing the squash, I thanked my teacher and got up to leave. As I was getting out, the teacher asked me what my plans were for the next day, which happened to be a Sunday.
I told her that there wasn’t anything in particular that I had on my mind and the usual stuff, etc. Hearing this she asked me if I could come over the next day after 10 am and help her with some house work as her maid would be on her weekly day off. I promised to return the next morning and left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I write, I can still recall that sensation after all these years. My ear was in her mouth. Then she moved down and bit my ear lobe. She sucked on it, chewed it and blew on it. Man, I was going crazy. I tried to turn around but she wouldn’t. Her breasts on my back were like heaven. I wanted to turn around and grab them, but I was pinned.

Continued……………………….

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