Hi guys, I’m Raaj. This is my second sex story on Indian Sex Stories. The first being – “An unexpected night with Khushika”.
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First a little bit about me – I’m Raaj, 22 years. Athletic build. I’m a graduate. This sex story is from the last year when I was in final year. The sex story is a bit long, but you’ll love it.
Dedicated to all those who’ve had some wildest fantasies about their teachers.
It was summer, 4th-semester exams were going on. On the day of the last exam, I, fortunately, got a seat on the last bench. There were two invigilators in the class, both females -one of them was very hot. To describe her, she was in her 40s, with a slim, maintained body, fair skin and a mix of gray and black hair.
On that day, she was wearing a dark green colored saree with sleeveless blouse. She had her hair tied. She had a strict look on her face but looked absolutely stunning! This was the first time, I was seeing her in my 2 years at the college. I forgot about the paper and was completely engrossed in her.
At one point, when she bent to sign on the answer sheet of a student, her deep navel was exposed – I saw this and it gave me an instant hard-on. I kept looking at her milky, deep navel. Aah. I just wanted to get up and lick them. Somehow, I controlled my emotions and wrote the exam.
After coming home, the first thing I did was masturbating – unleashing all my desires in the form of cum. Then, I got on to my laptop and opened the college website to enquire more about her.
Searching among the faculty list, I found her by her picture!“Ms. Nila Saxena (MA, Ph.D.) – Associate Professor, Department of English”
Ms? I was shocked. She wasn’t even married. My happiness knew no bounds. So, I can try my chance with her.
I also came to know that she was the Head of English Literary Society of the college. I decided to join it. Usually, final year students do not join any society due to study pressure, but I had different ideas.
On the first day of the 5th semester, a seminar was organized by the society. It was presided by Nila Mam herself. She wore a red saree and sleeveless blouse, her partial cleavage was also showing. I was mesmerized. At the end of the seminar, when all students started leaving, she called me, “Hey, you, tall guy”, “Are you a final year student?”
“Yes Mam, I’m Raaj from Physics department”, I replied.
“Why have you joined in the final year? You should be focusing on academics”, she said.
“Mam, I always loved English as a subject, and I didn’t even know that this society existed in our college. Otherwise, I would’ve joined last year.”I said with hesitation.
“Students, these days! Don’t even know about their college societies. Anyway, welcome to the society. You better contribute as a senior student. I’ll have my eyes on you!”, she smiled.
I was happy with all this and was planning a big move to make love to her. She was my wildest fantasy – I could’ve even married her if got a chance.
I used to take part in all programs of the society and accompany Mam on whatever talks and seminars she conducted. I was the only final year student in the society. Things were very comfortable between me and her. She wasn’t strict as she looked like.
Sometimes, things happen unexpectedly.Same was with me. My parents had gone out for a week to attend a marriage. So, I had to manage my food. I used to have lunch in the college canteen itself and then go home.
One day, the classes were extended for an hour and by the time I went into the canteen, it was 4 pm. College gets relatively empty by that time. There were a few students in the canteen. I went on to give my order, but the canteen manager told me it’s time to close and hence no order can be taken now.
I started arguing with him. These non-teaching staffs are mostly a bunch of fuckers, who have no regards for the students. At the end, I gave up. I was hungry and frustrated.
Suddenly, I heard a voice calling me. I turned back to find Nila Mam, having coffee in the canteen. She called me and I told her everything about my parents being out of the station and all. She seemed worried and asked me to have lunch with her at her home. I was taken aback!
“What?”, came out of my mouth automatically.“What?, Come with me, I’ll prepare something for you”, she said.
I tried acting as if it was okay and I would manage on my own. But she didn’t let me. She drove us to her home. It was a single storey house but was large and beautifully decorated. She lived alone!
She showed me the way to the bathroom and asked me to freshen up. I washed my face and hands, and she prepared Pasta for me. It was delicious! Such a perfect woman! She can only be single by her choice. Any man would readily marry her. Let the society fuck itself, I will marry her if I get the chance, no matter the age difference. She was a goddess!
After having food, I asked her permission to leave. She asked what would I do alone at home as my parents were out. She asked me to stay at her place as she would also get some company. I readily agreed. I didn’t know what she wanted, but I know what I wanted.
We talked for about two hours, about my life, my plans, her life etc. I told her how I had always been single. We got really frank. She started showing me her childhood photos, we were sitting very close to each other now.
Unintentionally, her left boob was pressing against my right arm. I felt a bulge in my jeans. I controlled myself somehow. We then had dinner and sat together again to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie, she slept on my shoulders. Ah, now I had the chance, I slightly removed her saree from her breast area, and saw huge cleavage. I could see her nipples, as she wasn’t wearing a bra!
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I started touching them slowly, also afraid not to wake her up. Suddenly, one of her hands fell on my jeans, near the thighs. I thought she’s in sleep. I stopped for a while and then continued. I was in for a shock. I felt her hand reaching my dick from my thighs. She wasn’t asleep!
I moaned, “Ah”, and she suddenly opened her eyes and put her lips on my lips. We had started kissing. I was sucking her tongue like an ice-cream, my left hand was on her boob, and my right hand on her waist. I made her stand up and removed her saree. Now, she was in her petticoat and sleeveless blouse.
White, slim body, deep navel, grayish hair, shaven armpits – she was a perfect definition of a cougar. I started kissing and licking her navel, she kept moaning. Then, I removed her petticoat and blouse and started sucking her boobs.
The boobs were firm and in the perfect shape. She then started giving me a blowjob, but unfortunately, I came in her mouth. She ate all the cum and kept on sucking. I had to force her to stop as I had just come. I told her to lay down and then ate her pussy. Her pussy was also well shaven. I gave her full satisfaction. Then, she came on top of me.
She started grinding slowly and kissing me at the same time. She was hugging me and my chests were touching her breasts. I could feel the warmth of her body. This feeling was completely new to me. We fucked in several positions over the next 2 hours. She had so much stamina!
Finally, we concluded the session with a kiss. We slept in the same bed till late morning. We were both late the next day, she took a leave for the day and I also decided to bunk my classes.I was free to do whatever as there was no one at my home. We had breakfast together and even a bath together. We again had sex in the shower where we both applied soaps on each other’s bodies.
We kept licking each other like animals. She showed me her saree collection by wearing each and every saree in front of me. We also did a role-play of husband-wife and had sex. It was immense fun to be with her. Finally, I bid her goodbye in the evening. She gave me a tight hug and a lip kiss in return.
This was one of my most memorable nights ever. I’m a pass out now. I miss her, I miss the warmth of her body, the flowery smell of her hair, the spongy firm tits, and her experience as a mature woman. I love cougars, and I have no regrets in saying that. That was my experience with Nila Mam.
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