I was taking classes for the 10th, 11th & 12th students. In class 10th there wasA student (Let’s call him Rohit) who was almost 6ft, dark skin, always managed toGet himself into trouble someway or the other. You can see him outside of classFor not submitting assignments, doing his homework or he did something in classThat irritated the teachers, almost everyday. His English was good & alwaysPreferred to write essays in his own words unlike other students who memorizedWhole parts of the book & wrote it in their exams. He was made to sit on theLeft hand side of the teacher so behind him was the door, to the left theTeacher & beyond were the boys which made him cut off from the rest of theClass.
The event that made me take a second look at him was, once I saw him kneeling inThe middle of the play ground with other two boys & they can be seen from thePrinciple’s office. This guy was laughing & having so much of fun in the mid daySun. I was thinking to myself what could ever make him so different. Was he aPerson with a twisted attitude or was it just youthful carelessness.
I was sitting in the cafe which was divided between teachers & students only byA canvas with the school emblem on it. Rohit was there cracking his jokes &Having his fun as usual. His gang of friends were talking & there was a wordUttered that suddenly made me curious to follow their topic of discussion. ItWas me. He was describing my breasts to his friends with so much poetry that theOther students were just listening to him. He then went on to share his interestIn Lesbians, when I heard this it did not anger me, it wouldn’t have angered anyWoman or made her feel guilty of being a woman, she’d rather be proud. I sayThis because I have heard other boys & men speak of a woman that it first makesMe feel guilty then the anger inside me rises with the frustration of inabilityTo do anything.
I went home that evening & spoke about this to my sister Aarti. At first herFace showed displeasure but when I told her what I actually felt she wanted toKnow more about what he said. I told her the complete story. She smiled. SheKnew the boy as she was doing her 12th in the same school. She started to slowlyMake friends with him & she was completely bowled over by his attitude(Carefree), his thoughts (Never degraded women & let down men), his philosophy(He smokes a considerable amount of Marijuana), the rebel in him (He defiedAuthority, treated them as if that never existed). I come home one day & findRohit in my house, my sister told me that she brought him over to just spend someTime. Little did I realize that it would change my course forever.
He was sitting in the sofa with Aarti & generally talking. I changed came back& noticed that he had a very hairy chest. I love men with hairy chest. I justWanted to reach out & grab him, rip his shirt apart & lie naked on his chest. ItWas so frustrating to digest the fact that I cannot do anything. I masturbatedThat night thinking of his hairy chest with my breasts & nipples all over it.After that my attitude towards him changed totally. In class, I make sure heGets to see a lot of my breasts. My God! I just couldn’t take the thoughts ofHim away from my mind. Evey time I think of him my hands automatically startSqueezing my breasts then I start to unhook my blouse buttons & squeeze myBreasts through my bra, all the while imagining his description of my breasts,Eventually removing the bra too & teasing my nipples by which time my vagina isWet. I run the tips of my fingers along my stomach stopping to circle my navelThen my hand goes underneath my petticoat then run my finger along the initialPubic hair & start rubbing the lips which sends shock wave through my body. IThen remove all clothing from me & wet my finger by sucking them nice. I rubThem on the lips 7 slowly parting them & slowly inserting one finger afterAnother &start to finger fuck my self till I get an awesome orgasm. Rohit wasAlways around me (School & Home, Thanks to my sister). The urge to have hisPenis inside me was getting ever so strong.
One day Rohit came home & asked for Aarti but as my sister wasn’t home he cameIn started rolling his Marijuana & talking to me generally about the countryPeople & other issues which he always disliked. I was in no mood for theseConversations but just wanted him to be inside me. I sat next to him on the sofa& started to seduce him. It seemed to be working because he was using my breastsAs punching bags. I slowly started to kiss him & strip him off his clothing oneBy one. I took his penis & started giving a blowjob. I licked it good & slowlyTook it & guided it into my waiting wet vagina. It was heaven to know a niceDark meat is slipping i & out of my vagina. I wrapped my legs tight around himSo that he could get all the way inside me. I t was a rythemic pump where heTook his rime & screwed me hard. He turned me over & made me kneel on all foursThen came behind me & started to spank my buttocks. It was a stinging sweetPain. He then started to pump into me very fast, I thought he was about toRelease his sex fluid into me. He tactically took it out; leaving me desperateTo want him more. Then slowly inserted his penis into my ass & started pumping,At one point took me to ecstasy & that one large humongous jerk sent me throughA million orgasms. He emptied is load into my anal canal.