Chemistry Teacher Teaching Me How To Fuck
Guys, the story goes out to all those teenagers who have just entered into their life of Puberty, where every second, every minute and every single hour u only dream about Sex and nothing else. Me being no different. Myself, Akshay want to share my true story of having sex with my not so favourite chemistry teacher in the school. It happened in the year 1996 when i was in eighth grade. I have known my Chemistry teacher Mrs.Smita from grade 5. She was a chubby lady with heavy breasts which went unnoticed till I hit my puberty. She was a lady full of grace and charm that cannot go unnoticed by any male with good vitals of 36-32-38. Her skills of conducting extra curricular activities during our Annual gathering led our Sex affair. Let me know come down to the story. She started teaching us Chemistry in the eighth grade(most boring subject ever i’ve came across). As fate would have liked it i flunked in the first Unit test itself scoring very low marks. I was hugely disappointed as i had become the topic of the whole class because i scored the lowest of all. Mrs.Smita who was 36 years old then played a major role in consoling me and helping me in getting interest in the subject Chemistry. She had this sweetest voice in which she asked me to write the chemical formulas as a daily homework activity which would help me in remembering them. She was married woman with no kids and her husband working in some Chemical factory who used to come leave home by 9 am and would come back by 9 in the evening. I remember the day when she asked me whether i would be interested in private tuitions from her. Without any second thought, i readily accepted her offer and since then I did and made good progress in the Term exams. Our interaction which got converted into attraction from my end was beyond words. The tuitions were conducted at her place at 8 in the morning with a batch of 7 students. She had this habit of making us sit on the floor and she herself would sit on a chair with a table in front. The first day when i visited her place she was the one who opened the door for me wearing a light Blue polyester saree complimenting it with blue sleeveless blouse. Guys, i was taken aback when i saw her fleshy arms. Within minutes all the students came in and she started conducting the tuitions. I was looking for every single opportunity to peek through the side of her saree to get a glimpse of her boobs. Mind you she didn’t disappoint me. I was shocked when she adjusted her saree and gave a full look of her left breast. I was shocked if a woman could have such big boobs. I returned home and masturbated at least 6 times, that view of her left boob is still fresh in my memory. Since then it had become a regular habit of seeing her breast and coming back home and masturbating. I don’t remember a single day going to sleep without fantasizing about Mrs. Smita. She had this lovely figure with vital stats of Rambha(the south Indian actress). Days passed and it was the time of the Annual gathering of our school in the month of February. She was highly active in arranging a dance programme for the gathering. Me, being lucky was selected in dance competition. We used to rehearse at her home after our school from 7pm till 8.30 One evening she invited a other group from her locality to show us some steps which could be included in our dance. Her home being a 1BHK she asked them to perform the dance in her hall and ur group was standing between the hall and bedroom passage which was narrow but long enough to accommodate 7 people to watch the other group dance. I got the chance to stand next to Mrs.Smita who was standing at the back of all. The passage being narrow we were brushing each other’s arm. Suddenly she adjusted her saree and put the pallu in such a way that her whole left boob (covered in blouse) was visible to me. God knows where i got the courage and strength to put my hand on her boob. Guys i can’t explain the feeling in words when o touched her sponge like boob. My hand automatically went at least 2 cms deep such spongy was her boob. She not objecting or showing any restriction gave me the courage and i pressed her boob a little more. This went on for some 8 to 10 mins and by that time the little member in my pants was giving a royal salute. After the dance was over she showed no signs of me touching her which gave me a feeling that even she liked it. This went on for 4 days and by the end of fourth day i was so confident that i used to press her boob first then would walk behind her and rub my rock hard penis on her butts. She never objected and i was getting every inch of my happiness. After the Annual gathering was over she invited all seven members of our group on a Sunday to celebrate the third prize that we got for our dance. The party started at 6.30 at her place with she being alone as her husband had gone for a official visit from his company. She was wearing a Chiffon pink coloured saree with her pink coloured blouse. I got a hard on instantly by looking at her. The party continued till 9 pm after which every one started to leave. I purposely waited and offered help in getting the mess sorted. She asked me to collect all the glasses and keep it in the kitchen sink. She came in the kitchen to wash the utensils and adjusted her saree in the same way which made her left boob visible to me. She smiled naughtily at me which was a green signal to me. I went near her and placed my hand on her boob and squeezed it tightly. She shouted at me saying “Slowly”. I went mad and placed both my hands on her boobs and started squeezing them like a hungry wolf on its prey. Guys, the first feeling for a teenager to have her hands on a fully grown woman’s boobs is beyond words. She brought her mouth towards mine and started kissing my lips. At that age you are not that much interested in kissing and other facial contact with your partner.