Toy & Tormentor

Hello to all my readers, this is JJ from Chennai reaching out to you with a hot & horny personal experience that well defined and very truly matches the heading above. “The Toy & the Tormenter” I was normal just like any other kid of the block during my school & college days, listening and reading third rated porn books that came my way. Let me tell you there came loads and loads of them, I had a huge collection until a faithful Good Friday when parents cleaned my cupboard the embracement I underwent can never be described in words.

Of course, like all of my age guys I used feel horny for women who were fit enough to be my mother when it comes to their age. It was a long list from my nursery school teacher to the next door neighbor aunty well into her 40’s. I guess that’s normal during the adolescent and youngster phase in the life of a average male, what’s abnormal about this that it continues even to this day while well into my later side of 30’s.


Quickly returning to the crux when I joined a modular kitchen company & the time I am talking is not recently the very term modular kitchen wasn’t known to ordinary middle class customers. In my case it was precisely the creamy layer of the society alone had any idea about the product I was asked to sell. Trying to locate the ‘O’ block in Anna Nagar was no joke on a hot and humid day in the month of May 1993, confused and totally given up I parked my two wheeler on the then deserted but a cool shady Avadi Road.

With a benevolent postman passing me finally helped me locate ‘O’ block and designated address where I was expected for a product pitch, the granite floor assisted by the timely sea breeze made me feel I was entering the heavenly door & I was entering the heaven since before me stood a sexy Goddess in her mid 40’s draped in the best of imported night dress as it was called those days.



"Hello?" she said.

"Hello." I replied, standing at her front door handing her one of my business cards. "I'm Chris and I'm a representative of the kitchen Remodeling Company. I was asked to meet you for a product introduction based on your inquiry, I could show you some of the things we have done for people and see if you might like to use our services preferred over our competitors."

"Sure. Come on in. I'm Geetha." she said, pushing the door open.


As I started to step into her house, I was struck by the way her house was planned and built & of course the robe she was dressed with too made my cock stiff.!

She was wearing a yellow & black print night dress that stood in stark contrast to her fair skin. She did have a neat and trim body, she had broad hips and as she walked away from me, I had to admit I admired the roundness of her back. I'd gotten just a flash of her breasts and they were visible through the first two unbuttoned front opening.

I felt an instant growing in my cock.

I followed her into the living room. She sat on one end of a sofa facing a tea table. I started to sit across from her but she patted the sofa and said, "Sit here so you can show me your things, smarty."

So I sat on the cushion next to her and spread my display books out on the table.

When she sat forward to look at the first opened book, things seemed to change. She had been sitting demurely but when she leaned forward to look at the books, her knees spread apart and her legs pressed against mine.

I talked about the first page and of remodeling an ancient kitchen. I got ready to turn the page but when I reached for it, my hand brushed her left breast. I was immediately concerned but she never showed any indication that she had even noticed. When I brought my hand back, Geetha had put her left elbow on her left knee, limiting the space I could move my hand and not only did it brush her tit again but my palm wound up resting on her thigh.


I talked about the two pages of pictures, some before and some after the conversation to modular kitchen to show what we had accomplished. When I got to the point of turning the next page, Geetha just waited for me and when my hand again brushed her tit both going and coming and landed on her thigh, she again made no indication of noticing, although I thought there might have been just a tad more arch to her back ... so now it was even harder to turn the pages without touching Geetha.

The next time I turned a page and drew my hand back, Geetha leaned further forward, pressing her left knee more into my leg and spreading her legs further. This time my palm rested on a softer, fleshier part of her thigh, higher than before.

Still Geetha made no indication of noticing it.

I went through my folder on those two pages and reached to turn to the next one. On the way back, my hand really dragged against Geetha's heavy tit and I rested my palm just a little higher on her thigh. I started talking about the product pictured but my mind was elsewhere. I let my little finger move backward and it brushed the spot very close to her cunt. Geetha had to know it was there but she seemed totally absorbed in the pictures.

Once more I reached to turn the page and when I drew my hand back, I planted my palm over her cunt. This time, Geetha lay back against the sofa, her legs splayed wide and her eyes closed.

She said, "Go ahead. Tell me about this project." But her eyes remained closed and the look on Geetha's face was one of pure lust.


I began talking slowly about the projects and rubbing her pussy through the thin cloth just as slowly. If Geetha gave any indication of what I was doing, it was to try to open her legs wider.

By the time I had gotten halfway through talking about the pictures, my fingers had worked on thin satin night dress to one side and then plowed into Geetha's crevasse unimpeded by the night dress. I teased her clitty out of its hiding place and it stood up strong and proud.

Carefully I shoved the coffee table out of the way with my foot and then swiftly swung around in front of Geetha. Dropping to my knees, I pulled her legs up to my shoulders, spread her pussy lips with my fingers and introduced my tongue to Geetha's hot clit. She was sopping wet and within seconds, I had her cunt juice all over my face. I thought Geetha had as good a tasting pussy as I could ever remember eating.

I licked all around her clit for a bit, then down to the opening into Geetha's love tunnel, which I explored with the full length of my tongue, wishing I had a longer tongue. I could feel the pressure of her inner muscles trying to grab my tongue. I hadn't been working around her clit and pussy more than five minutes before she reared up, her neck on the back of the sofa and her legs pressing my shoulders, touching nothing else, and then Geetha shook like a leaf through about 18 seconds of wonderful climax. A fresh stream of pussy juice flowed onto my tongue and I lapped it all up like a thirsty dog.


Still I licked and sucked at her clit and vagina, causing her to buck with surprise as Geetha pulled her legs up higher, opening her legs more for me.

Back again at her top, I sucked Geetha's clit and teased it with my tongue before spending some time reaming out her cunt with my tongue. I noticed that she had pushed her night dress bra up and was massaging her massive tits with both hands, pulling at her nipples, squeezing the big globes. Geetha bowed up so that she was only supported by her neck and her legs as she came, shivering a little longer as the waves of pleasure passed over her.

Quickly I stood and unzipped my pants, and dropping them to the floor so I could step out of them. By then, Geetha had twisted on the sofa with her head bolstered on one arm, one leg propped high on the sofa back, the other on the floor. I settled into Geetha's saddle, letting my questing cock home in on her heat source and pushing forward to bury itself in her hot love box. There was no need for ceremony and it was obvious she was still hot, so I started to fuck Geetha, carefully grinding on her clitty with every down-stroke. Even before I was ready, she came again, shaking under me like an earthquake.

I kept plowing, thinking now only of myself. I thought that the sensations Geetha's cunt sent through my member to my brain made me think of the warmest, closest, most loving condition possible. I might not be in love with her but I sure was in lust!

When my balls exploded, it was as if dynamite had been ignited between my legs. It felt like a tremendous explosion as they tried to shoot each blast of sperm into and through Geetha's body. Shot after shot went deep into her cunt, splashing her inner walls with the sticky white liquid. Geetha wrapped her legs around my butt and with her arms around my neck, held me captive even after the last drops had oozed out. Geetha pulled my head down and I nuzzled between her tits and sucked her nipples for several minutes while my muscles recovered from the wonderful burning sensation left after a great fuck. I rued the time when my cock became so flaccid it slipped out of her pussy.


Eventually I pushed myself up and slowly dressed, almost reluctant to leave. Geetha sat up on the sofa but made no attempt to put the night dress back on her. She watched until I slipped on my shoes and gathered my books.

"Smarty, I'd like to do some remodeling but I don't think I'm ready. However, I'd really like to see more of your work so I can get more ideas about just what I might want to do some day. If you could come back at your convenience, I'd like you to show me more."

"I will do that," I replied.

As I started for the front door, Geetha padded along behind me.

Turning at the door, I was going to wish Geetha well or kiss her or something but she beat me to the punch. She gave me a quick tongue-flicking kiss and said, "And if you'd maybe just like to drop by to visit, you know, on your own time sometime, you'd always be welcome."

Amazing! Oh, have I visited her!

My office frequently compliments me for working so late when I get back into the office after everyone else has left; I don't tell him how much I have to hustle the rest of the day to make up for the times when I visit my hot & ever horny Geetha lover girl.


Geetha remains the horniest woman I have ever known or probably ever will know. But not one time has she ever used any language which refers to what we are doing, mentions sex, or any implication of sex except for a very rare unintended double-entendre that could be interpreted as referring to a sex act. Geetha simply invites me in and allows me to have my way with her ... anything I want, including oral both ways, vaginal and all sex, all the tittie love I want and occasional hand massages.

Since Geetha prefers it that way, I have honored her wishes by not referring to any sexual activity. It is amazing that the lack of sex talk has not detracted from our pleasure. Geetha cums frequently and we seldom have a session where I don't cum multiple times. The fact that Geetha was twenty-odd years my senior has absolutely no bearing on our pleasure ... unless it might be better because me being her toy & she became my tormentor. Did you like it? Fine it's time you sent in your comments and feed backs to seekcompany@gmail.com


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Yours Lovingly


JJ

Tempting Teacher II

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.

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"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." And they lived happily ever after, time to send your comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Happy Reading

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Satan Satisfied

A JJ Submission:

Hi, this JJ taking you through the ‘Teacher’s” series well when I venture into a particular segment it goes on for a very long time. The thinking and visualizing keeps going in the same line if readers are aware it all started with the “Lesbian” stories. Well keeping onto the same track this is about a PG mathematics school teacher handling higher classes a divorcee well into her forties 46 to be precise blessed with a son staying with her parents at Bangalore was slowly warming up with a former student.

Sadhana had been teaching for many years with the new international standard school situated in Puzhal a suburb on the out skirts of Chennai in the near proximity of the new jail complex. She on occasion, encounters former students on the street or a restaurant. She was normally pleased and anxious to hear what life had in store for each of her former charges. Many had gone on to college and successful careers and others had gone on to start families. Sadhana was excited to hear how their lives had changed since leaving school and enjoyed being reminded of how she had positive influences in others' lives.

Sadhana ran into one such student on a Sunday evening as she was strolling through local market. Kathir was a bright boy, but had some difficulty with his studies. He was a better than average student, when helped and prodded by his instructors. He was finishing his final year of college with a city Goverment college doing his UG Business Mathametics and was studying for his final exams. He was excited to see his former teacher and talked excitedly about his experiences since leaving the school and about a future career. Alas, his study habits had not improved so much as his outlook and he must finish his exams before moving on. He pleaded with Sadhana for her help in preparing for the exams and wanted some gudiance. Somewhat reluctantly, Sadhana agreed. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Kathir succeed, it was more that she was unsure of herself and her bashfulness resulting from her realization of how good looking he had become. She invited him to join up with her at home in the nearby residential area.

The first few sessions went well and Sadhana noticed a stark improvement in his knowledge and study habits. She barely noticed the sexual tension that was building between them. Still, she was feeling a little uncomfortable and was considering stopping the sessions. She felt her age meant responsibility and he but only a couple years older than her son. In fact, they had briefly been in school at the same time.

As much as Sadhana tried, she could not remove his image from her mind and thoughts of him and his athletic frame entered her mind often during the day. His boyish charm and flirtatious mannerisms were taking a toll on Sadhana's restraints. She was beginning to wonder if he was really interested in her help with study work or had other things in mind. Though their discussions were quite engaging, he seemed to frequently wander off the topic. While in discussion with Kathir were keeping her mind occupied, her id was being stimulated by his natural good looks and his muscular build. Each session came and went and Sadhana could not bring herself to call off the sessions en mass.

One night Sadhana discovered, without realizing it, that they were sitting very closely together on the sofa watching a movie on the television. Chills were running from his leg brushing against her thigh, up the length of her spine and as always she was in her comfortable nighty and in skirt. She slowly turned her head to look at him and her eyes met his square on. She went flush and felt stirrings she had missed for a long time. She hoped her face had not given her away as she began to slide away from him. He moved with her, pressing his face towards Sadhana, as if he were to kiss her. She withdrew, pulling the neck of her front open button down nighty closed and sliding away from him. He looked at her bewildered, thinking he had misread her signals ... moving closer to her on the sofa, Kathir persisted, placing a hand on her thigh.

Though he is not being forceful, Sadhana feels the strength in his grip as he moves closer to her. His eyes are intense and his broad shoulders tower over her. He slides closer, closing off the area to slide across the sofa. Sadhana started feeling pinned with no place to slide as he presses his face to hers; holding her head with is hand. She holds her lips tightly, trying to fend off his advances with her hands, but he is strong and persistent.


Sadhana's mind screams 'no!,' but her body craves touch and caress.

His lips press over hers and his tongue dances over her lips. She is pinned against the sofa, his grip is tight, yet there is a gentleness in the way he holds her.

Sadhana's heart pounds in her chest and her breathing becomes more rapid as he forces his tongue in the void between her lips. Her mind races and she become vaguely aware of his manhood pressing against her thigh. Sadhana's body stirs and she quivers under the caress of his hands and she relaxes, kissing him back. Her hands pull his head to her face and she begins kissing him passionately. His breathing is rapid and his heart is pounding in his chest.

Sadhana, emboldened by lust, finds the buttons of his shirt and she begins working each button loose, stripping away his shirt away, running her hands over his chest, small black body hair slipping between fingers tips. Lust has taken over Sadhana and her body rises to his, her juicy necter regions pressing against his thigh.

He leans down to her and he kisses her again, the skin of his bare legs warm against the inside of her thighs. Sadhana's in-skirt is hiked up and she could feel the warmth of his skin radiating, through her panties, onto her swollen lips. She grasps his head and pulls his face against her neck, guiding him to kiss the soft, sensitive skins at the base of her neck. His kisses burned, sending shivers through her body with each sensual contact. Sadhana's nipples are swollen and protruding through the silky material of her nighty. She could feel his skin sliding over the material of her night wear, sending electric shocks from her breasts to the nub hidden beneath the velvet folds of her pussy lips.

His hands move down over her body, slipping beneath the tail of her nightty. His fingers sliding smoothly on her skin as he glides his head down to kiss at the top of her cleavage. Moisture builds between her legs as his warm lips press over her skin and she quivers and squirms under his touch. His fingers slip into the opening of her nighty and he fumbles with her bra; finally he releases the clasp & in a single stroke her nighty is being removed over her head leaving her with the in-skirt and panties alone. When the fabric leaves her heavenly body and falls away exposing her throbbing breasts.

His hands moving over her skin, taking her breath away when his fingers touch her nipples, moving in tiny circles. Sadhana's heart races, her body rising and falling, desire driving her moistened pussy lips against his thigh. The rippling muscles of his legs against the soft skin of her inner thigh and his warm skin pressing between the folds of her pussy.




His hands move upon her breasts, his fingers grasping each nipple, rolling them as she squirms beneath him. Both jump when the books fall from the sofa to the floor; Sadhana and Kathir look at one another, fear in their eyes, then they break into laughter. A moment of respite, then he stands up before her, and she watches as he slips out of his shirt. His stomach is flat and rippled, a small tuft of body hair stands between his pectorals and another tuft below his navel disappears in his shorts.

He slips from his shoes, and then his hand reaches for the waist of his jean shorts. A bulge protruding just below his belt line.

His fingers thread the belt back through the buckle and then clumsily unsnap the button on the front of his shorts. Sadhana stares, surprised, but hungry as he lets his shorts slide to the floor. His under garment tight, concealing all but the lump protruding in the front of him.

Sadhana licks her lips as he slips his thumbs beneath the waist band of his under garment. His engorged manhood gives him trouble as he slips the fabric down over his hips. It bobs up and down when it becomes free. Its swollen bulk pointing towards Sadhana, his full balls hanging loosely beneath.

Sadhana sits frozen on the sofa, anticipating his next move. He swoops down upon Sadhana his bare chest presses against her full breasts. His warm skin and curly chest hairs slipping over erect nipples, sending a rush of tingles from her glowing nubs to the damp part in her legs.


Kathir pushes Sadhana back against the sofa and slides his hips between her bare thighs. His strong grip forcing her into submission in a caring and gentle way. His lips descend upon Sadhana again and his movement hike her in-skirt above her hips. Sadhana's body is quivering, shaking almost uncontrollably, with a mix of fear and desire.

"Stop, we must stop," Sadhana utters half heartedly.

The girth of his shaft presses against her, between her legs. Her body rises, grinding herself against his hardness. She can no more stop this, nor she can stop the burning desires she feels. Sadhana's judgment is eclipsed by the desire she feels.

His hardness slips against the dampened, thin material of her lacy panties providing her only a sliver of modesty. Her tiny nub protruding and sending electric shocks with each of his strokes, sending tingles from between her folds to her jutting nipples.

His hardness strains at her panties and Sadhana fears they will break ... she fears and desires they break.

His chest is rubbing against her breasts and his hands are supporting her from below. His lips and tongue caress Sadhana's mouth. His hands cup her lavish buns, and his fingers tease at her rose; sending chills and quivers through her body.

Sadhana can no longer control herself and reaches down to take his girth in her hand. Her fingers are not long enough to surround the whole shaft. She guides the head through the leg of her soaked panties, placing him at the opening between her cunt lips.


Sadhana feels herself stretch as his girth opens her wider, its massive head piercing her lips. Her body rocks with his motions, directing his massive head to exactly the right spots. The force of the movement tears at her panties until they finally give way. Their disappearance frees his full size to enter her.

Sadhana grasp the cheeks of his ass and uncharacteristically cry our as his hard shaft pierces her middle. Her body rising and falling with each stroke, and his jewels swinging with is strokes, striking Sadhana's ass. The sounds of damp skin contacting and the musky scent of sex fills the air.

Sadhana, forced to fully surrender, and submitting to his animal lust, finds herself quivering and pressure building in the pit of her stomach. Normally very reserved, Sadhana is surprised when she hears the sound of herself crying out, fully engulfed in climax. Nectar gushes from her pussy and coating her student's shaft. Her soul is filled with joy as he empties himself into her hungry gash.

Kathir collapses on top of her, both struggling for breath. Soaked and satiated they lie together for a long minute on the sofa before she can gather herself enough once again cover. She is a shy and modest woman after all. That's all folks hope you enjoyed the journey to its fullest & nearing to let the body liquid flow out of you visualizing the scene in your minds eye. As always its time for feed backs & honest comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

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Yours Lovingly

JJ