I am a college professor who is working in a private college. I am 40 years old but my students and staff tell me that I look like 30 years old. I have a college going daughter. My husband is working in IT sector. He is not having any interest in romance or sex during early years of marriage itself. He never approached me by himself. We had sex for the sake of getting a child.
He has lost interest in sex. I was fed up trying to get him involved in sex. Even if he does, it is just a 3 minute fucking without even a foreplay. Basically, I am a romantic person with deep desire for sex. But for the sake of society and daughter, I avoided divorce, and we were just living together like a couple without any intimacy for more than 12 years.
I love romance and sex very much. But I am not bold enough to try an extra marital affair. So, I keep all my desires within myself. I will watch porn if needed and satisfy myself using fingers or vibrator. I tried carrot too, but I know nothing can match a romantic partner. I was longing for sharing passionate kisses. My pussy was craving for lips and tongue. My boobs were waiting for the touch of a man for 10 years. I was trying my best to control my feelings.
As I said, I am working in college. Which means, I will be always surrounded by smart guys and beautiful girls who are full of youth vibes. I loved my work and taught sincerely. I used to chat a lot and laugh a lot with students. I would hide the sadness within myself.
There was one guy in my class. He was 19 years old at the time. His name is Harish. He wasn’t very handsome, but he was smart and cute! Somehow, he understood I am not happy even if I laugh a lot. He tried his best to make me happy. He would tease me by telling jokes. I could understand his caring nature. He used to study well too. He was kindhearted but mischievous.
As I was deprived of sex, slowly, I was losing my self-control and started falling for Harish. I was not able to stop thinking about his beautiful eyes, cute little lips, silky hair, his humorous sense, and naughtiness even after returning from college. I know I was going in the wrong path, but my situation didn’t allow me to think what was right or what was wrong.
I started masturbating with my fingers thinking about him. In the next few days, somehow, Harish found out I was having a crush on him. He started seeing me in a different way. He started observing my eyes, lips, and boobs. I also got a feeling that he liked me a lot.
Being a very naughty guy, he understood quickly that I have fallen completely for him. When I was teaching in his class, he would be giving me piercing sharp looks sitting in his bench. It was hot enough to melt me! I would start stammering and the entire class would get confused. They would wonder, “What happened to mam?” Harish would be secretly admiring my struggle. He knew what was happening to me. He wanted to see me losing my control.
This happened every day and I always returned to the staff room with wet panties. My pussy was used to being dry. Maybe because I didn’t have sex for a very long time! But Harish made me wet just by gazing at me. Sometimes, he would suddenly lie down on the writing desk while I was taking class. Maybe he was finding hard to control himself. I felt like a twenty-year-old college girl; butterflies all over my heart.
The days were going on like this. Final year was going to end. He would be finishing his degree and leaving the college in a few weeks. I was desperate. I didn’t want to miss my Harish. But I was also feeling very shy to tell him about my desires openly. He was 20 years younger than me.
My pussy was waiting for his lips. I wanted to suck his cock. I was finding it very difficult to control myself. We used to communicate through WhatsApp messages sometimes. But we wouldn’t talk about anything intimate.
During the last day of college, there was lot of glances from his side. His eyes were talking, ‘Do something, mam. If not now, it may never happen.’ He was also feeling shy to express his feelings to me as I am his mam. After reaching home, I couldn’t forget his begging eyes. I decided to keep my hesitations aside. It is very wrong, but I wanted my Harish. I couldn’t think about anything other than him.
Around 8 pm, I sent a message to him, “Hi.” I got a return message in a few seconds. I think he was waiting for my message.
After talking casually with him for some time, I started telling about my personal life. I couldn’t control my tears when I was typing the messages to him. He replied, “I can understand everything, mam. Don’t worry. Talk to me whenever you feel lonely or sad. I will be always there for you.”
Then slowly, our text messages started crossing the limits. He messaged me, “My love is only for you, mam.” I replied, “Love is ok… but what about your body, Harish?” After a few minutes of silence, I got a reply from him, “I have given my heart to you already, but I don’t know how to give my body to you.”
I texted him, “I want to kiss you. I want to suck you. I want to feed you. I want to have sex with you.”
After a few minutes of silence, I got a reply, “I know you are starving for many years, mam. You are struggling to control yourself. You are craving for love and sex. You want me. I know everything! I am happy to give everything to you. I like you very much. The most soft-hearted person I have met. Whatever you need, I will do.”
I was flying in the air. My favorite student was ready to be intimate with me. Many beautiful girls were after him, but he was coming for me! The feeling of kissing his cute lips itself made me hot. My brain was thinking fast — Where to meet him? How to meet him? — I was thinking a lot. At last, I decided to bring him to my home.
I was living in an apartment. At daytime, my husband would be in his office and my daughter would be in college. So, no one would be there at home. Around 11 am, all our neighbors would close their doors to take rest.
I took leave one day and I told him to come to my home at 11 am. I have already explained him everything — When he should come. How he should manage the security guards and how to return safely without getting caught by the neighbors.
He was a bold and smart guy. He managed everything and entered my home exactly at 11.15 am. It was one of the happiest days of my life. It was my dream to kiss him and crush his lips.
I just grabbed his collar and pushed him to the wall. I showered my kisses all over his face again and again on his forehead, eyes, nose, ears, etc. He couldn’t even utter a word. I locked my lips with his lips. It seemed like a never-ending kiss. I didn’t want to take my lips away! We started playing with our tongues. He grabbed my hips and hugged me as tightly as possible while kissing passionately! I could feel his hard cock rubbing my pussy. After being content with our kissing session, I left his lips. There were love bites on his lips.
His hands were hot. I grabbed his palm and took him to the bedroom and pushed him on the bed. The next moment, he dragged me to the bed and again after kissing for some time, he came up on me and started kissing my neck. I could feel something oozing between my thighs.
He removed my salwar tops, removed and threw his shirt too. He went straight to my boobs, kissing them from above the bra. He was trying to remove my bra but was struggling with the hooks. I whispered in his ears, “Harish, don’t remove, please… I have fed my daughter for 2 years and I am in my forties.” He was not listening. Again, I told him, “Please, Harish… my boobs will be a bit saggy. Whatever you want to do, but don’t remove the bra.”
He was telling in a husky voice, “However you look, I always like you. I want to see you fully. I am your Harish only, right? Why are you not showing your boobs to me? Just remove the bra and relax.” He removed my bra fast and threw it away. I felt somewhat shy and closed my boobs with my palm. He pushed away both of my hands and started sucking my breast heavily.
My breasts were longing for him. I was so happy. My fingers were playing with his hair vigorously. My dream was coming true. I was holding his face tightly on my breast.
He was sucking one after the other; biting my nipples slightly. He was playing with my boobs like a baby. I felt so relieved. After so many years, at last, my boobs were being sucked.
He proceeded to my hips and stomach, showering kisses on my stomach. And after licking my belly button, he went further down. I have already told him while chatting that pussy eating is my weakness. He kissed all over my thighs. Suddenly, he mischievously asked me in a husky voice, “Tell me now, what I should do!!”
I was completely wet by that time. I was so angry at him. Stupid guy asking question at that moment. I said, “Do whatever you want.” He again said, “I want to hear it from your mouth.” I was melting. I couldn’t wait anymore. “You know very well, Harish, what I want. Don’t act.”
He smiled and thrust his head over my pussy. He kissed all over it. He started licking my clit. It was so magical. He licked my vertical lips. He opened them using his lips and dug his tongue as deep as possible. He started gently but after a few minutes, he was doing very intensely. That was too much for me. I was moaning in happiness.
I spread my legs much wider. He lifted me a bit and put both of my legs on his shoulders for support. He started showing his full skill in pussy eating. He was cleaning every drop of white liquid that was oozing continuously from my pussy with his tongue.
After some time, I got up and pulled him near me. I started to remove his pants. He removed it along with his brief in a jet speed. His cock was so hard and stiff. A drop of liquid was at the tip. I licked it and started giving him a blowjob. I took his cock as deep as possible in my mouth. I sucked intensely. I sucked his balls too. He was standing with his eyes closed and moaning as if he was in another world.
I was wild. I bit his cock multiple times, but I was also cautious that I didn’t hurt him. He pushed my head away suddenly and ejaculated. He became tired as my blowjob was very intense. He fell on the bed. I sat near him and caressed his hair. I was afraid. I asked myself, “Did I do too much to him?” After 5 minutes of taking rest, he stood up and pushed me to the bed and said, “You made me so crazy, now it’s my turn.”
He fingered me very deep and fast. My pussy was again dripping. He spread my legs and inserted his penis in my pussy. I was thinking to myself, “His cock is 20 years old.” His each and every thrust was like a thunder. So deep and fast! It was heavenly!
He fucked me for more than 15 minutes in different positions. He tried everything he saw on the internet. That was a great feeling! This was his first sexual experience. He was so excited. At last, he ejaculated in me and fell on my chest.
He was breathing heavily, and he was covered in sweat. I was caressing his hair gently and showered kisses on his forehead. There was complete silence for 10 minutes.
Then, he stood up and asked softly, “Are you happy now, mam? I tried to give my best. You call me whenever you want. I will be here within an hour.”
But I didn’t want to extend it as a long-term affair. That would be very risky, and he had a future as well. He must concentrate on his studies. I told him, “I am very happy, Harish. I will never forget this day.”
We had sex one more time. I showered kisses all over his bare chest. I lied on his lap for some time and put him on my lap, kissed him and fed him till my heart was content. I knew that I may not meet him again.
By 3 pm, he started getting ready. While wearing his pants, he said, “I may get many girlfriends in the future. I will get married, but I am damn sure I won’t get the happiness you gave to me. I will never forget you, mam.”