Hi, dear readers. Your one and only JJ back to treat you with a carnal lust of a teacher from Chennai where a student takes her by surprise and treats her with all that she had been dying for. Kalyani reaching in her mid 40’s suffering from the problem that almost Indian women undergo a mid life crisis, suddenly she feels its been awhile since she had great sex a typical phase Indian women undergo at her age. Many would silently suffer the low level of estrogen and approaching menopause of course a few will look at alternative means of getting their sexual urge satisfied. Married with two daughters who were in the WCC at Chennai, husband a good ten years elder to Kalyani & given up on sex for a few years now a angel at 5.7 and a good 65 kgs with cuts and curves that would make a Egyptian mummy turn in the pyramid. Golden color radiating skin jet black hair cut till her shoulders, Kalyani made sure she wore a stiff cotton sari & a matching blouse which gave the senior boys a bulge in their pants.
Harrington Road in Chennai wore a deserted look due to the unexpected showers for the past couple of days, Kalyani still in the private school classroom sighed and laid down the red pen she’d been using to correct test papers and stretched her back. It was Friday and the clock on the back wall of the rectangular shaped classroom read five thirty five . School had been out for more than an hour & a half and the security had already been into her room. She would probably be the last one to leave the building, which wasn’t unusual any more.She looked out over the empty room and desks and an unbidden thought came to mind as she looked at the desks.
In her mind’s eye she could see the young boys that sat in the desks throughout each school day. Many of them, who were all seniors, were very handsome and she had noticed them, on several occasions, staring at Kalyani – especially her long, aping gap in her sari and well-rounded ass. For her it was a huge compliment because of her age and the fact that many of her girl students were very sexy. To have good-looking teen boys staring at her body in a way that more than suggested they would love to fuck her was extremely flattering to the older woman. Kalyani was after all nearly fifty and, while she wasn’t a bad looking woman, she was still much older than any of her male students.
Much of Kalyani’s problem was her husband. He had never been a good lover; Kalyani seldom had an orgasm and every time he made love to her, she had to finish what he started. Like that morning when he woke her up with the head of his cock brushing the lips of her pussy in her night dress. Before she was even half awake, her jusband’s tongue was in her mouth and his cock pushing into her pussy. And, before five minutes were up, he was unloading his seed into her, then rolling out of bed to take a shower. As always, Kalyani took care of business when it was her time to shower. Sex with her hubby just left her unsatisfied and frustrated. And, she had to admit, the love that had once been there, was gone. They were just going through the motions these days which is the case in 99% of Indian women.
She sighed and pushed away from the desk. She walked to the cupboard at the back of the room, opened the door and left the test papers. Suddenly it became very dark. Someone had shut the door of the classroom. Kalyani frowned. She hadn’t heard anyone enter her classroom. Maybe it was the security guard checking the classrooms before leaving for the day. As she was about to turn around, she felt arms encircle her waist and hands begin to caress her flat tummy.
“W-Who’s t-there?” she stuttered with shock.
“Shhhhh, Kalyani Miss.” The voice in her ear was a low whisper and she couldn’t place its owner. “Just relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“W-What do you want?”
“Just be cool.”
Kalyani tried to identify the voice but she couldn’t since the whisper was low and difficult to distinguish. Whoever it was had to be a student because she could detect a youthful sound to the whispering voice. And she had seven different classes of seniors that she taught history to, an average of thirty students per class and roughly half were male. She was at a loss as to who was holding her in the dark cloakroom.
The hands slid slowly up until she felt her breasts being cupped over her blouse. The student’s hands began to gently roll her heavy 38 inches tits, pushing them together, pressing on them. She could hear his breath in her ear, shallow and course with excitement. His fingers unbuttoned her blouse, slowly; one button at a time then removed it. Then his hands were on her tummy, softly caressing her skin, the fingertips moving in tiny circles on her bare skin, sending shivers coursing easily up her spine.
“Please…” Kalyani sucked in a deep, tremulous breath. “I’m a teacher. You can’t do this.”
The student didn’t respond. Instead, he abruptly unclasped her bra and quickly opened it. His hands cupped her heavy breasts again and toyed with them. Kalyani gasped when his fingers began teasing her hardening nipples, pinching and pulling the fat, hard nubs. In spite of herself, Kalyani moaned. It felt deliriously wonderful. Still, this was a student and to get caught making love to a student, regardless of age, would be cause for immediate dismissal.
“Please, if someone catches us-”
“Shhhhh. Everyone’s gone, Kalyani Miss,” he whispered in her ear.
Kalyani let out a soft cry as he suddenly pinched her nipples hard. It hurt, yet felt wonderful at the same time. She could feel her resolve evaporating by the minute as the young man behind her continued to love her tits. She leaned back a little and felt his hard cock press against her ass. It felt very long and fat and snuggled nicely in the groove of her cheeks.
“Can you feel my cock?”
“Yesssss!” she whimpered fighting battle.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s…it’s very nice,” she murmured.
“Turn around and get on your knees, Kalyani Miss.”
Kalyani stared blankly into the darkness for a moment, not understanding what he meant. Then realization dawned as she felt his hands gently turn her around by the shoulders and push down until she dropped to her knees. She couldn’t see anything and didn’t know what to do. She understood that he wanted her to take his cock into her mouth, something she’d never done or wanted to do. Then, without warning, Kalyani felt the tip of his cock touch her right cheek and move slowly until it pressed against her lips. She moaned a little, afraid to comply. Having a man’s cock in her mouth…well, she hadn’t even let her husband do that and he was her husband.
“Take my cock in your mouth.” The whisper was a hiss, forceful and insistent.
Kalyani wrapped the trembling fingers of her right hand around the fat shaft, and then slowly took the massive head between her quivering lips. She heard the sudden hiss of air as she slowly accepted the student’s cock into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. She could taste the salty flavor of his pre cum as she little by little drew him inside. All at once, the preconceptions she’d had about sucking cock vanished as she began sucking the hard, throbbing organ.
“Ohhhhh!” he gasped. “This is way fucking better than I thought it would be!”
“MMMMM!”
Kalyani no longer had any reservations about what she was doing. Perhaps it was because of the frustrating years she’d spent satisfying her husband without satisfaction in return, but she now wanted the young man’s cock. She wanted to suck it all night, feel its throbbing hardness on her lips. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock fill her mouth with hot, sticky cum.
Kalyani jerked his jeans down around his knees and grasped his soft ass cheeks. Holding his ass tightly, her long nails digging into the flesh, she began bobbing her head up and down. She moved unhurriedly, taking the head as far into her mouth as she possible could, then slowly releasing it until only the fat head remained inside. Up and down her head moved as her mouth sucked greedily.
Kalyani released his cock and began licking the fat shaft and head the way the women do in sex videos. She’d found the videos one day while cleaning out her husband’s cupboard and had watched with fascination as the young women furiously sucked big, hard cocks. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it right but she knew she couldn’t be doing much wrong by the grunts and groans of approval coming from his mouth.
Shoving the monster cock back into her mouth, Kalyani managed to slip out of the sari she wore, then fumbled with her petticoat until she was completely naked. She was lost in a world of nasty erotic sensations and the notion of being completely naked while the young man used her like his wife, aroused her more than she could have believed possible.
“Oh, fuck, Kalyani Miss!” the student cried out. “Sooooo good!”
Kalyani froze. The whisper-voice was gone and she recognized it immediately. She stood up quickly and backed down the classroom until she was at the door. She fumbled for a moment until she found the switch and flipped it on. The room was suddenly bathed in bright light and she saw the student, jeans down around his knees, hard throbbing cock standing at attention, as he looked at her with terrified eyes.
“Rakesh…” she breathed. “Rakesh Kumar.”
She stood at the door with a finger still on the light switch. He was one of the most handsome boys in school, one who could have any girl he wanted. Kalyani couldn’t believe her eyes as she stared at him.
“Rakesh, why?” she asked in a soft voice. “Why me? You can have any girl in this school.”
He shook his head. “I…I…just…I don’t know,” he stammered. “You turn me on, Kalyani Miss. I’ve wanted you since I first came here. And getting you for a teacher this year, sitting in your class and watching you…”
Kalyani walked the short distance to Rakesh, grabbed his face with her hands and backed him against the wall. She mashed her mouth to his and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth. She hooked one foot behind his legs as she devoured his mouth, kissed him with a white-hot fever. As they kissed she worked his shirt off, then released him long enough to help him take off his briefs and jeans.
“You want to fuck me, Rakesh?” she husked. “You want to fuck my cunt with your big dick?”
“Oh, fuck yes!”
She nibbled on his lips. “You want to fill me with your hot cum?”
“Yesssss!” he hissed.
Kalyani took his hand and led him into the far corner where an old table stood. It was big enough to sit on and she settled her sexy ass onto the top. She spread her legs wide and pulled Rakesh between them. The teacher encircled his fat shaft with the long fingers of one hand and cupped his cum-swollen balls with the other.
“You are built very nicely, Rakesh,” she cooed in a husky voice.
“That feels so good, Miss.”
“Shhhhh,” she hushed him as she slowly stroked his throbbing organ. “If you’re going to fuck my cunt with your big cock, then you don’t need to be so formal. Call me Kalyani.”
“Oh, Kalyani…I can’t believe this is happening!”
“Fuck me, Rakesh! Fuck my pussy! I need it, baby!”
Kalyani gasped loudly when she felt the massive head of Rakesh’s cock spread her pussy lips and sink deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard, his tongue deep in her mouth while he slowly rocked his hips. She moaned loudly into his mouth as his cock thrust in and out of her sopping wet pussy.
“Yesssss!” she hissed. “Fuck me, baby! Fuck your teacher’s horny cunt!”
“Oh, I don’t want to stop fucking you!”
“Suck my big tits, Rakesh! I want to watch you suck my nipples!”
Kalyani leaned back a little, placing her hands on the table behind her. She watched through lust-filled eyes as her sexy student took her ripe tits in his hands and began to feast on the hard fat nipples. She whimpered and groaned with pleasure as she watched his handsome face feast on her nipples.
“Bite my nipples, baby! Hurt my nipples!”
Kalyani screamed with pleasure when he complied. Rakesh chewed the fat nubs, sucked on them, and sucked them deep into his mouth. Tiny mewling sounds came from her mouth as she watched her young lover devour her nipples. She held his head in her hands and talked dirty to him, begged him to fuck her hard, pleaded with him to make her nipples hurt. She suddenly realized that for the first time in her life she was acting like a slut and this knowledge stoked the fires of her desire.
“Fuck me like a slut,” she hissed.
“Oh yeah,” he husked. “You are a slut, aren’t you?”
“Yesssss!”
“You like having your cunt filled with a cock, don’t you?”
“Oh, fuck yeah!”
“You want my seed in your cunt, don’t you?”
“Oh, please…” she husked. “Fill me with your seed.”
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he cautioned her.
“I don’t care. Please, cum in meeeee!”
Kalyani felt strange as she heard herself speak. She had just begged the young boy to come in her pussy, knowing he wasn’t protected with a condom. His seed could very well make her pregnant but suddenly she didn’t care. She had never been this aroused before and the realization that Rakesh might make a baby in her didn’t matter. She just wanted to feel his young, hard cock cum inside of her. She wanted his cum in her pussy, needed his cum in her pussy. Then she completely astonished herself and the words were out before she had time to think.
“I want to have your baby, Rakesh! Please make me a mommy!”
“Oh, baby,” he husked. “Yesssss!”
Rakesh began to rock his hips harder, ramming his hard manhood into his teacher’s wet, greasy pussy. His hands were filled with her big tits and he squeezed them hard. He pulled and pinched her hard nipples and she screamed with hot desire. Kalyani and Rakesh grunted and moaned as they rocked their hips together; the tempo was hot and erratic as they forcefully slammed into each other.
“I-I think I’m gonna cum!” he hissed.
“Yesssss! Cum in me, Rakesh! Give me your baby seed!”
“I love you, Kalyani!” he cried out.
The sudden declaration of love astounded Kalyani and she dimly wondered if he meant it or was saying he loved her because he was so aroused. It didn’t matter because she suddenly understood her own feelings. Right or wrong she knew how she felt, too. What was happening to her went far beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life.
“I love you, too, Rakesh!” she whimpered into his mouth. “Please make me pregnant! I want to have your baby!”
The words were no sooner out of her mouth when he suddenly stiffened and screamed. As the first hot spurt of cum jetted into her pussy, Kalyani dug her nails into his back and cried out with desire. Wave after delicious wave of orgasm rolled over her until she thought she would pass out with pleasure. They held each other tightly, lips touching, eyes open and staring as they rode the crests of orgasm.
Finally, Kalyani and Rakesh collapsed back on the desk, their bodies trembling with the force of their wild, unbridled love making. She stared wild-eyed at the face of her young lover, hardly believing that she was in the cloakroom, naked with this young boy, who had just made the most intense love to her she’d ever experienced. His eyes were closed as he tenderly kissed her nipples.
“I really do love you, Kalyani,” he said softly.
“And I really do want to have your baby,” she heard herself say.
“What if I didn’t make you pregnant?” he asked.
She smiled. “Then we’ll just have to keep trying, won’t we?” She brushed fingers through his dark hair and added in a soft voice, “From now on, I’m yours, Rakesh. I will do anything you ask of me.”
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