Hi, everyone. My name is Sandy, and I would like to share a story with all of you. I have been wanting to share this incident. I feel now is the best time to share this real-life experience.
This incident happened when I was studying in junior college with my teacher. I want to give a background on the place and people involved. I am from Mangalore. I did all my studies from grade 1 to engineering in the same city. After 10th grade, I joined a junior college.
My teacher’s name is Sheela. Her age was 30 back then, and her stats were 34–30–38. My home was in a developing locality, and not many houses had been built yet. In our street, only two houses were there: one was ours, and the other was beside our home.
It was the first day of college. I was excited about the new teachers, new friends, and the new college. It was a day full of introductions of teachers and students, and I got bored with telling my name again and again. I was waiting for my day to end.
The last class was chemistry, which I never liked. The teacher entered, and she was damn hot. The hottest teacher that I saw and was perfect in all senses. She was wheatish, but she was very beautiful. The green saree she was wearing matched her in all senses.
I didn’t feel any sexual attraction towards her. Instead, I liked her a lot. When she introduced herself, we got to know her name as Sheela. Perfect name for a perfect beauty. At night, I was not able to sleep properly. She was appearing in my dreams, too.
I wanted to get close to her. I wanted to talk to her directly. But I was clueless about how to approach her. I never liked chemistry, and I was forced to study to impress her. I started being very attentive in classes. I was the first one to answer the problems she started to solve on board.
She became suspicious rather than impressed and started to doubt my knowledge. One day, she called me to the staff room and asked me to solve a problem that was not in the prescribed textbook. She was planning to embarrass me in front of others in the staff room.
But I was able to solve the problem in no time, and she didn’t give up on that. Two more problems were given to test if it was luck or if I really knew the subject well. It backfired on her plan when I solved those two problems as well. She was impressed now and allowed me to go back to class.
But now I wanted to take revenge for the trouble she gave me. A month passed like this. I would answer any questions Sheela Maam asked in the class. She got frustrated for not allowing other students to answer.
One day, I came back from college. My neighbor uncle came with a box of sweets. He said that they were shifting to the US. He said that the house had been sold to someone. Soon the new owners would be shifting in as our new neighbors.
Just a week after his move to the US, the new owners moved in. My dad was talking to a not-so-old man, who may be 45 years old. He was our new neighbour. He didn’t really look that great with a fat belly and an almost bald head.
My dad informed my mom about neighbours calling for dinner next weekend. They wanted to get to know us more. I was reluctant to go. But my parents forced me to go with them to a neighbour’s house. So we three went to their home.
When we entered, I was totally shocked to see Sheela Maam. She was shocked to see me, too. Then, her husband introduced himself as Surya Keerthi and his wife, Sheela. I was shocked to see the couple. In no way did Surya match Sheela.
He looked like an uncle in his late 40s, and his wife was no less than an Instagram model. Then we sat down for dinner. Soon, my parents got to know Sheela was my chemistry teacher. My mom, just like any typical Indian mom, asked her to take extra classes in her home for me.
But she didn’t look convincing. I felt she had issues with her ego. She was not a cool type of person. Surya kept on talking about how much he earns and how he likes to travel around the world. He had a lot of photos from around the world. But none of them had Sheela in them, which looked fishy to us.
As per my mom’s instructions, I was forced to go to Sheel Maam’s home to improve my chemistry score. Initially, I was attracted to her, so I worked hard to learn the subject on my own. But after the incident in the staff room, I understood she was an egoistic bitch.
I started losing interest in her. I lost my liking for her. Proportionately, my marks started to drop. I went to Sheela Maam’s house and knocked on the door, and she opened it after some time. She was wearing a nightgown that had a deep neck cut. It made her cleavage visible.
I was mesmerized. She asked me to sit on the sofa. The sofa was of great quality, and it was very smooth and soft. She started giving me instructions, like the timing for teaching me and the homework I needed to do.
She commented about how a student like me gets overexcited about studying at the start of the year and fails by the end of the year. I got the sensation of burning. What a bitch she is. Then she sat opposite me and started to work on some notes for the class, and her pen fell.
When she bent to pick me down, oh my god, that is when I understood the treasure I had missed all these days: huge melons. They were the size of melons, not oranges, literally melons. My dick reacted immediately, but thankfully I had a book over my thighs.
By the time she lifted her head, I was back in studying mode. I was waiting to go home and jerk off. I did the same when I went back home. I masturbated the whole night four times. I had never seen such big boobs in real life. I was also a horny teenager waiting to experience sex in life.
That’s when I decided: I don’t care if Sheela is an egoistic bitch. My target would be fucking the brains out of her. I wouldn’t mind being her bitch to get what I wanted. From the next day on, I started seeing Sheela for lust rather than love. I watched her side boobs whenever she turned in the classroom.
The more I looked into it, the stiffer my dick used to get. I was losing patience and control over my brain and body. I wanted to get laid very badly. I would find the best possible ways to glance when she was teaching me in her class. I understood that praising her wouldn’t get me laid.
I wanted to take advantage of something in her life to fuck her. I started to watch the room. Sheela and her husband were sleeping carefully every day. My study room at home and her bedroom windows were opposite each other. But she used to close the curtains daily during the evenings.
I was patiently waiting for an opportunity. One day, the curtains were partially closed. It was enough for me to look at what was happening inside the room. Surya was naked by the time I came to my room to watch. Sheela was wearing a nightgown. He forcefully pulled down the gown and stripped her naked.
What a scene to watch! Her boobs were beautiful and big. Her assets were valuable. He turned her around and spanked her ass hard, and I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. He spat once more, and I could feel the sexy Sheela’s pleasure.
He turned her back towards him, made her kneel, and asked her to suck his cock. But his cock was hardly 2″ inches. She couldn’t even wrap her hands around Surya’s cock. Sheela held it between her fingers and started sucking. Simultaneously, I started jerking my cock.
Not even two minutes into the blowjob, Surya cum on Sheela’s face. I was able to see him laugh at her state. He made his tiny dick gain an erection. He started to fuck her in a missionary position, maybe five or six strokes. He released his load in her pussy and fell on her.
She moved him away from her and went to the bathroom to clean herself. After she came back, I could see her dull face getting dressed. I felt bad for her for the first time.
The next day, I went to Sheela’s home for extra classes. I could feel the dullness in her. She had no interest in teaching me and was in deep thought the whole time. I was clueless about how to respond to her situation. I felt it was a very good time to take advantage of her. But I still did not know how.
After a few days, Surya came to our home and told us that he would be going to Qatar for two weeks. I was very happy to know this and somehow wanted to take advantage of the situation. But things didn’t go as planned. The next day, I went to Sheela’s home for classes.
I could see her busy talking the whole day with someone and making some plans. It involved Surya and his Qatar trip, and I became too curious. So, I left her home as an excuse to go to the bathroom. I got the pen and voice recorder I had in my home. I fixed it on the pen stand in the common area.
The whole night, I was busy waiting for the next day to pass by fast. The next day, I retrieved the recorded voice from the pen. After listening to the recorded voice, I was shocked by Sheela Maam’s plan. She planned to get an escort who could satisfy her sexual needs and desires.
Sheela’s friend was helping to get a male escort. They planned to get service the same weekend after Surya departed for Qatar. I wanted to take advantage of this and sleep with Sheela. I didn’t want her to get fucked by some random guy before me.
I wanted to blackmail Sheela with the recorded voice, but I felt it was insufficient. So, I started to plot a master plan. I would allow the male escort to come to Sheela’s house. But I would be the one to fuck her. I patiently waited for the day Surya left his house, which was Friday.
Sheela’s escort will come on Saturday. I spent sleepless Friday nights waiting for Saturday. It would be my special day. I was keeping a watch on everyone who entered Sheela’s house. At 7 p.m., a well-built guy entered the house. I didn’t want to begin too early.
By 7:30 p.m., Sheela’s bedroom was lit. But nothing was visible due to the window screen. But the shadows gave a clear message about what was happening, so I waited for them to strip. Once I could see them hugging, I ran towards Sheela’s home and started ringing the bell hurriedly.
She took a few minutes to open the door. She was angry as hell after she opened it, and I could see the frustration in her eyes. I played the recorded voice that I had. She couldn’t believe her ears.
Sheela: What the hell is this?
Me: You know what it means. Call your loverboy.
Sheela: Better mind your own business, Sandy. I will complain to your mom.
Me: Don’t worry, dear. I can video call your husband and show him your bedroom.
Sheela: No, please don’t do that. I will do as you say. AJAY AJAY.
One guy came down in his underwear, and I could see the fear in his face. Sheela asked him to leave the house immediately, and he left the place. Sheela offered a seat on her sofa. She asked about the deal to keep this whole thing a secret.
Me: I want to have sex with you, however, and whenever I want.
Sheela: Have you lost your mind? Do you know how young you are to talk about this? If your parents know about this, they will kick you out of your house.
Me: Same with you, dear; better pack your bags before Surya comes back.
I started to walk out.
Sheela: Okay, I will do whatever you say, but this should be a secret.
I was happy as hell.
Me: Get ready for tomorrow at 9 a.m. wearing a red saree, a red blouse, a red bra, and a red panty. We will have a sex marathon for a whole day. Call my mom to inform her that I will be helping you with housework.
Sheela: Okay, I will do it. (I could see the frustration on her face.)
Me: Revenge time bitch, I will tear your pussy tomorrow.
To be continued.
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