In my college, every guy crushes over senior girls, your typical tight-jeans-and-crop-tops ones. I mean, they look decent, and some look hot, but the one who caught my eye was Priya mam, the Java teacher. Yes, I fancy a professor rather than a senior.
You can’t blame me, though. The first time I saw her, I totally fell in love with her. Half-tied hair, round glasses, pretty face, and amazing curves. Probably in her late thirties, she was drop-dead gorgeous. I wonder why people don’t talk about her and keep ogling over those petite seniors.
When she wore a saree on a traditional day, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her blouse. I had to shag in the washroom that day. I used to see her every day in college but I never had an interaction with her outside lectures.
Whenever I tried to approach her with the excuse of a query or doubt after the lecture, I’d end up staring at her and getting lost in her trance. I always wondered what it’d be like to hold her by her waist from behind.
In our 5th sem, we had to make a project, and luckily, she was my project guide. Every week, we had to report to our guide about our progress and get suggestions and feedback. For my first internship, I was really nervous as I didn’t have enough time to prepare my project scope properly.
And it went bad, really, very bad. She was utterly disappointed, and I couldn’t even look her in the eye. It was a humbling experience. After some scolding, she patiently explained my mistakes and how to improve them.
She said my project idea was good. But I need to work harder on it, and something is distracting me (of course, Mam, it’s you). But I listened to her carefully and noted down the changes she said to make. I couldn’t stand letting down my favourite teacher.
So I went home, sat down on my PC and worked for 5 hours straight. I did everything she said and fixed everything. Later that day, I texted her on WhatsApp that I had made the changes. She said to meet her tomorrow in her cabin after class.
The next day, in her cabin, she was really impressed by my code. She said it looked much better now and even gave me a pat on my back. I felt like I would faint there and there. I was so happy to see her face lit up. Later that night, I texted her to ask a few doubts, and she solved all of them.
She said I’m doing good work. If I keep doing like this I’d definitely get an A in this project. I thanked her for this and said I’ve got a really good mentor, so I’ll surely get good grades.
She said, “I don’t know what happened with you on the first day and why you were so messed up.” I took this chance and said, “Mam, it’s just you’re so beautiful I couldn’t speak in front of you.”
I think I took her by surprise, as she took a few seconds to reply. “What are you saying, Arush!” I instantly regretted sending that text, but I thought the waters had already sailed.
So I said, “I mean, you really do look gorgeous, Mam. I’m sure you must get lots of looks in college. I’m just one of the admirers of your beauty.”
She replied, “I- is that so? I don’t think I’ve ever noticed. And aren’t you guys into girls of your age in college?”
I said, “Yes, Mam, some of them are, but no girl in college is anything compared to you. You are every guy’s dream. Well, I don’t know about every guy, but you’re surely mine.” I think that must’ve made her blush.
“Oh, stop all that Aarush. Maybe before marriage, I used to get a lot of attention from guys but now I don’t pay any heed to this.” She then explained how her life changed after her arranged marriage. She immersed herself in home and work.
We began chatting regularly. It would usually start with me asking a question or giving an update about my project. Then, the conversation would drift to different topics, and I casually flirted with her in between.
One day, she was telling me about her college days. How she was the hottest girl in college, and how much fun she had in those days. I said, “Mam, you’re still the hottest girl in college.” She asked me to shut up with a smiley emoji and said that I was stupid.
I said, “No, mam, seriously, I can’t even imagine how hot you’d look in a top and jeans.” She said, “Oh, come on, I haven’t tried them for so many years!”
To which I replied “You should definitely do. I mean, you’re still in such good shape. I’m pretty sure you’ll look stunning. Try for yourself, and then let me know if I’m right or wrong.”
The next day, I got a call from her. I picked it up, and she said, “I’ve got a surprise for you. Open WhatsApp.” When I did, I was speechless. It was Priya mam wearing a sleeveless top and jeans!
Still on call, she said, “I did what you asked, now tell me how am I looking. I found this in my closet, and it’s really old. Am I looking good?”
“Good?” I said. “Mam, you look amazing. For real. Damn, I’m so hard-”
Shit. I didn’t realize what I was saying because I was really hard at that time.
“What did you say, Aarush?”
“N-nothing, Mam. I was saying it’s too hard to keep my eyes off you. Let me have a good look at the pics, and I’ll text you” Saying this I cut the call immediately.
Phew, that was close. Anyway, I opened the pictures, and boy, were they hot. She was wearing a maroon sleeveless top and jeans. As she mentioned, it was an old pair. The t-shirt wasn’t covering her fully, and a little of her belly was exposed.
She tried hard to hide it in her mirror selfies, but I could get a glimpse of her navel. The top could barely hold her big boobs, and I could see her nipple impression over it. And the tight jeans were flaunting her thick thighs, a sight to die for.
I texted, “See! Don’t you look the sexiest? I told you!” She said yeah and thanked me. Because of me, she gave herself a chance to appreciate her beauty again after a long time. She said she has a good marriage, and her husband is good.
But they started having problems after they found out she couldn’t get pregnant. The pressure of getting a kid from her in-laws was so much. They always tortured her for this reason. So they moved out to this city, and she took up a job in college to find an escape from all the stuff.
Then, she immersed herself in teaching totally. Her husband was supportive, but the romance between them died because of all the fights. Now, she started doubting herself, thinking something was wrong with her. Maybe she doesn’t deserve love.
I said, “Mam, please don’t say it like this. None of this is your fault. I can imagine how hard all this must be for you, but please, not for even one second, doubt yourself. You’re the most amazing person I know, and you deserve all the love in this world. And remember what I said: you’re still the hottest girl in college. I’m honestly mad at your husband now.
She said, “What do you mean?”
“No, Mam, it’s nothing, leave it. It was just a joke.”
“No, tell me, Aarush. I also heard what you said on the call earlier. Do you think I’m dumb? Tell me what’s going on.”
I knew I was in deep shit. But there was no escape now, so I decided to confess everything.
“Um, yes, Mam. I’m sorry. I think you’re really hot and sexy. I’ve had the hots for you from the first time I’ve seen you. I think about you every day. I fantasize about you every day. Looking at your photos now, all I can think about is your thick thighs and your deep cleavage. All I can think about is how I wish I could be there right now and make love to your belly and-”
“Aarush, stop right there and come to my apartment now.”
“I’m sorry, Mam- what happened? I…”
“Shut up and come here immediately.”
It was 8 pm. I rushed to the door, took my keys and said to Mom I was going to my friend’s place to solve some doubts. It will take some time. I went there as fast as I could, shit scared. I rang the bell, and she let me in.
I stood there, my face hung low, and she was glaring at me.
She spoke, “Make love to my belly, huh?”
I said, “What?”
She said, “What were you saying? Show me”
“M-mam-”
Before I could finish, Mam lifted her top, grabbed my head and pushed me down on my knees, my face directly in front of her belly. That was it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pounced on her.
I placed my hands on her ass and started kissing her belly. I was exploring every inch of her with my tongue. When I grabbed her ass tightly, she moaned in pleasure.
“Oh god, this feels so good. Yes, Aarush, make love to my belly. Every inch of my body craves your love.”
She then lifted me and started kissing me hard. She held my hand and took me to her bedroom.
“Mam, but your-”
“My husband is out of town. So shut up and take off your shirt.”
She undid my buttons and pushed me on the bed. I saw condoms lying in the corner of the bed. I looked at her, and she said, “Blinkit. They surely are helpful in emergencies.”
Saying this, she sat on my lap. She was humping me over my jeans while we kissed each other passionately. I grabbed her boobs hard, making her go crazy. She removed her top and her bra, exposing her huge boobs. I pounced on them like a little kid.
I licked her cleavage, sucked her nipples and kissed her areolas. She was grinding on me and pushing my head in her cleavage. She was so wet by now I could feel it inside my jeans. I went crazy and gave her a love bite. She moaned loudly and pushed me away.
Now she removed her jeans and soaked panties, made me lie on the bed and sat on my face. I was surrounded by the wetness and aroma of her juices. It was heaven. She screamed, “Oh yes, Aarush, eat this fucking pussy. It’s been years this pussy has gotten some attention. Fuck, yeah.”
She was grinding on my face while I ate her like crazy. After a few minutes, she wrapped her legs around me tightly and moaned loudly. Her whole body shivered as she came to my face. She lay beside me for a while.
“This is the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” and laughed between heavy breaths. But that didn’t seem to stop her. She became wilder instead. She went down and removed my jeans and undies. My 6-inch tall and thick dick hit her in the face.
“Oh fuck. I’ve always wanted to taste a young cock. You have an amazing dick, Aarush.” She said while stroking it. She then took it inside her mouth, and a moan escaped my mouth.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the best blowjob of my life. She stroked my balls while she was sucking me hard, making my legs shiver. She saw this and stopped.
“You’re not allowed to cum, babe, yet.”
Saying this, she came on top of me. She quickly wrapped a condom on my throbbing dick. She spat on her hands, rubbed it on her pussy and guided my dick inside her. My dick got lost in the warmth and tightness of her pussy in no time. It was a different experience watching her fuck me.
She closed her eyes, running her hand through her hair and then grabbing her boobs while she was going up and down on my dick slowly. The way she was moaning and smiling with each stroke it was a magical sight. She took my hands and kept them on her ass.
She looked me straight in the eyes, giving her the most seductive smile ever. I lost it. I grabbed her ass hard and started pushing my dick upwards in her pussy. She dug her nails into my chest and groaned as she came again. She was painting and still grinding on my cock, in circles and smiling in ecstasy.
“It’s my turn now, babe.”
I stood up, and she sat on the edge of the bed. She spat on her boobs, sucked my cock and started fucking me with her boobs. She was rubbing her boobs on my cock so hard I was moaning.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum.”
She leaned back and started stroking me fast with her hand.
“Fuck yes, Aarush, come all over me, give me that hot cum.”
I came on her boobs, her belly, all the way to her pussy. After sucking off the last few drops of cum from my cock, she rubbed and licked cum from all over her body. The sight was unbelievable.
“You are the hottest girl in college,” I said as I leaned to kiss her.
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