Namrata Shukla is a 32 years old married woman. Her husband Rishi is an engineer in merchant navy and he comes home once for a month or two in a year. She is a school- teacher and also gives private tuitions in the evening to pass her time. She was sex-starved until last year and used to masturbate to satisfy her sexual desire.
Last year, She visited her friend (Darshana) of college days, who lives in Delhi. Her husband is a doctor in UAE and she is a teacher like Namrata. One day Namrata accompanied Darshana to a ladies kitty-party where she was compelled to drink more than her usual capacity. When they reached home, Namrata was not even able to stand properly. Darshana helped her reach the bedroom. She herself was little drunk but not as much as Namrata.
Namrata flopped onto the bed without even removing her sandals. When she woke up after an hour or so, Namrata was still intoxicated. She got up to change since she was still in her party clothes and high heels. But before that Namrata heard sound coming from Darshana’s room. Namrata peeked inside to find Darshana on the bed with her 29 years old servant, Ashish.
She was shocked but she felt excited too as Namrata did not have had sex for months. Her choot became wet. Namrata returned to her room and started masturbating. She was just about to climax when Darshana walked into the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Namrata’s boobs. “Mujhe lagtaa hai tujhe kisi mard ki jarrorat hai…jo apne lund se teri choot ki pyaas bujhaye.” Darshana said with a naughty smile, “Aise 16 saal ki kaliyon ki tarah kab tak haath ya mombatiyon se choot ko shaant karti rahegi.”
She called in Ashish. His eyes widened as he saw Namrata in a state of undress. “Mujhe chodne ke baad lund mein kuch jaan baaki hai ki nahin…meri saheli ki choot bhi pyaasi hai” Darshana asked Ashish. Her language further excited Namrata. Darshana took hold of Ashish’s lund and by the flick of her palm made him come alive. Namrata was too hot and drunk to refuse. Her heart was beating at the thought of what she was about to do.
Spreading her legs, Ashish positioned himself between them, rubbing his lund along her choot. “MMMMM,” Namrata moaned, stretching her arms up above her head. Ashish leaned in, pushing his lund all the way into her as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. Namrata reached down, grabbing his muscular ass as he ground into her. He nibbled at her tits and ran his hand up her body. Splaying her legs wide, Ashish continued to fuck Namrata as he lay on top of her. Namrata closed her eyes and accepted his fucking with wanton lust. He was pushing her legs wide as his thick lund slid in and out of her choot. Then, grabbing her by the ankles, Ashish forced her legs up by her head. It hurt slightly, but Namrata didn’t even care. Namrata had a hard lund in her choot and that’s all that mattered.
“Tujhe choodane mein bahut mazaa aa rahaa hai, nahin kya? Darshana said rubbing her boobs. Namrata moaned. ” haan bahut mazaa aa raha hai! Ashish aur jor se chodo mujhe!” Ashish obeyed, slamming his hips into her. Namrata was surprised at her own words, but dismissed it, realizing that she was a little intoxicated. When he reached his climax, Namrata became so wild that she passed out and didn’t regain consciousness until morning
The next morning, when Namrata got up, Darshana came to her and they talked about previous night and her problem of sex starvation.
“Yaar tu bhi had karti hai (you are too much)…..patni vrata ban kar kab tak apne armaanon ka gala ghont ti rahegi (till when will you suppress your sexual desires for being a faithful wife). Hamaare pati bhi jab paise kammane ki dhun mein hamaara khyaal nahin karte to hum kyon parwah karen.(If our husbands don’t care about us due to their lust for money, why should we care)” Darshana said convincing Namrata.
“Dekh Namrata, life mein sex bhi utna hi jaroori hai jitne ki hawaa, paani, khaana (See Namrata, sex is as basic a need as food and water, and as natural as breathing). Yeh mard to biwi ka saath na hone par raandon ke kothon par apni pyaas bujha lete hain aur biwiyon se umeed karte hain ki sati-savitri ban ne ki (These male-chauvinist husbands will go to prostitutes to satisfy their lust in absence of wives and will then expect wives to be faithful and pious).”
“Namrata.. tu itni sundar or sexy hai ki jis mard ko ishara kare voh apna lund pakde tere aage peeche ghoomta rahe….jab tak jawaani hai mauj kar lo…. Mujhe dekh..main chudwane ka koi mauka haath se jaane nahin deti. Kitne hi mere school students mujhe chod kar khud ko dhanya maante hain.(Namrata, you are so beautiful and sexy that any man’s penis you wish would become your slave….Enjoy while you are still sexy and youthful….Look at me… I don’t miss even a single opportunity to fuck. So many of my students in school feel grateful after fucking me)” She said. “tu bhi apne kisi student ko seduce kar le…(why don’t you also seduce one of your students)”
Darshana’s lecture changed Namrata’s views altogether. Namrata wondered why she had never thought of that before. Every moral and inhibition in her had melted away in the heat of her renewed passions.
Back home in Bombay, Namrata began her search for prospective guys from among her students in school and those who took tuitions from her. Namrata began putting on revealing dresses during tuitions at her home and in school too. She would wear low cut blouses and saris below her navel. Namrata started cracking double-meaning jokes while tutoring the students at her home. It was easier to seduce the students at home. Moreover, they were older than the students in her class at school.
Namrata found herself attracted towards a boy, Kshitij, who was gorgeous hunk of masculinity at age of 17. He gave her many sleepless nights.
For nearly two weeks Namrata did not make move. Every night she ended up drinking and masturbating while thinking about him. Namrata would sit for hours puffing cigarettes and make different plans to seduce him. She wanted him but did not have courage till she finally decide to go by bolder route.
One day Namrata told him to come alone on Sunday, as he required some extra coaching. She had chosen Sunday because it was an off for other students. He said he goes to gym in afternoon on Sunday and that he would come directly from there in the evening.
Namrata waited for him nervously. What pretense would she use to seduce him? Namrata poured out a couple of stiff measures of gins, knocked them neat, and lit a cigarette. As the alcohol climbed, she felt warm under the collar and her hesitation was gone.
There was a knock at the door. Namrata exhaled a lungful of smoke and ground the rest of the cigarette under her sandal before letting him in. She felt at least a decade younger as Namrata watched him clad only in running shorts and T-shirt. Kshitij, upon seeing that she was dressed in fancy salwar-suit with high-heeled sandals and nice make-up, hesitated.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” he said, his eyes fixed on the jutting swell of her full rounded breasts, which were almost exposed through the low neckline of her salwar. “I didn’t mean to come here while you were going out somewhere.”
“Nonsense. Main tumhare hi bare nein sauch rahi thi, (I was just thinking about you)” Namrata said, smiling as sweetly as she could. Despite Kshitij’s obvious wide-eyed wonderment, she was certain of the brassy glint of sexual interest in his eyes. “Kuch piyoge (would you like something to drink) Kshitij,…thumsup, 7up?”
Namrata could see that his penis had ballooned in his shorts… and was getting larger even as she looked at it. “Kya baat hai (What’s the matter)? Tum aise dikh rahe ho jaise main tumhen kha jaaoongi, Kshitij (You look like I’m going to eat you, Kshitij).” Namrata said in a throaty, sultry voice. Deliberately she let her gaze fall once again to the crotch of his shorts, and Namrata couldn’t help smiling as she saw Kshitij squirm in embarrassment under her blatant scrutiny of the long, hard bulge that was straining the material of his shorts. Namrata knew that he was in an agony of confusion and frustration. “maine poocha, Kshitij, kya baat hai,” Namrata purred huskily. “kya tumhein mera salwar-suit acha nahin lagaa?”
The red-faced boy wordlessly shook his head. The torment he was experiencing apparent in his expression. “Kyon, Kshitij, Kya soch rahe ho jiski vajeh se yeh ho raha hai (Whatever are you thinking about to have that happen to you)?” ” Namrata said in a mock reproof, pointing towards his bulge.
“Miss, I…I…” he stuttered, “I’m sorry”. “Mujhe bhi pata hai ki yeh kya hai… (I know what it is, too)
she whispered. “tumhara lund bahut sakht ho gaya hai, hai na?” (“Your penis is very, very hard, isn’t it?”).
His expressions showed that he was too overwhelmed to speak, but Namrata didn’t give him a chance to think very much. Instead, she pressed her lips tightly against his. They kissed passionately, her arms circling him and drawing him against the softness of her sensual curves. His chest was pressed against her full, yielding breasts, and the luscious globes flattened as Namrata held his body tightly against hers, her belly pressing against his.
Beyond this point, he took initiative like an experienced person although it was his first time. His hands massaged her back and his thighs pressed against hers. He leaned Namrata back over the table and his tongue licked her neck down to her cleavage. His hands undid the hooks of her kurta. Soon he was pawing over her bra, pulling its cups down to release her large boobs.
He lowered his lips to suck up a ruby nipple, his mouth opening to take the coned-out hardness of it completely inside his mouth, including the darker pink of its aureola and a generous portion of the soft, white flesh of her breast. Namrata felt his other hand slide inside her salwar. He pulled the nada (string) and pushed her salwar down.
“Ooooooohhhhh… uuuuuuunnnnhhhh… UUUUHHHHGGG!” The violent excitement of his aggressiveness made Namrata moan in pleasure. As her salwar got stuck due to her high-heeled sandals, he just tore it away without bothering to open the sandals.
His strong hand reached her panties. Savagely, he ripped the material downwards. Namrata drew up her legs one by one, enabling him to pull the panties off her one leg and then the other. Namrata started moaning uncontrollably… “mere pyaare…Kshitij….. meri choot chaato….”
Kshitij rammed his worming tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh. Ovalling his lips and pressing tightly to her pulsing pussy he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking moans from the depths of her being. Namrata whimpered beneath the unbelievable enchantment of the Kshitij’s voracious sucking and licking.
“kha jaao meri choot ko…AAAAAHHHHHHHHH AAAAAHHHH…………peeeeeeee jaaaaaaao meri choooot kaaa ras…” Namrata wailed like an uncontrolled animal, her naked gyrating body twisting and writhing in the last untamed throes of orgasm.
“Ooooh yessss… oooh… UNNNNHHHHHH… UHHHHHHGGGGHHHH!”
Namrata lit a cigarette and fixed herself a strong drink while Kshitij preferred only the thumsup with very little gin in it. Namrata was intoxicated and full of lust at that time. She removed his shorts while he was still having thumsup. “ab main tera lund apne munh mein le kar choosongi.. iske liye kab se tadap rahi thi…. Is chodu lund ka ras pi kar hi meri pyaas bujhegi…” she was muttering as Namrata took his lund in her hand. She began to stroke it gently, teasingly, letting her fingers trace delicate patterns down the length of his lund, which stood upright like a truncheon from his loins. Namrata kneeled between his legs and took the whole length of his hardened lund into the warmly wet cavern of her mouth.
Feverishly, Namrata sucked and licked, thoroughly examining with her tongue every inch and ridge of his pulsing youth penis. She cupped his sperm-filled testicles in one palm while the clasping finger and thumb of her other hand held to its thickly rigid base. Namrata felt him thrusting his hips upward to her descending motions, fucking his aching hardness between her wetly clasping lips deep into her sucking mouth. Then, she began to swallow in lustful demand, trying to take the throbbing penishead completely into her warm, wet throat.
“Ooooooohhhh…!” he hissed,
Namrata choked back the moan of delight trying to rise in her throat. She felt the heated secretions seeping wetly from her pyaasi choot and flowing down between her widespread thighs to puddle wetly on the floor near her sandals. Namrata pressed her thighs together and pinched the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris between her hair-less choot.
His prick began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded Namrata’s sucking mouth with torrent after torrent of burning semen, bloating her cheeks and forcing her to swallow desperately to keep from choking. Namrata was crooning excitedly and ticking his testicles with the tips of her fingers as she continued to suck and swallow without letup.
Finally, with one last groan and convulsive shudder as she drank the juices of his passion, Kshitij spiked the final drops of his seed into her mouth.
They rested for sometime. With little foreplay like teasing his penis with her sandals and sexy talk, he was ready for the main course of chudaai very soon. This is what Namrata like most in teen-aged boys.
“Ab bardaasht nahin..hota….Kshitij..apna lund meri choot mein pail do…..” Namrata had to have something fucking in and out of her… nothing else mattered. “Mujhe peeche se ghodi bana kar chodo…”
Namrata went on all fours and felt his strong gripping at her hips, and the wet tip of something hot and hard probing between her thighs. With an unrestrained moan, Namrata began to move the twin mounds of her buttocks in little searching circles, attempting to trap the phallic hardness, while her wanton actions continued to build the mad erotic tension within her to a nearly unbearable peak.
Namrata had to have it… had to have it prodding… fucking deep inside her belly now! Reaching frantically back through the arch of her hungering loins, Namrata grasped his lund, guiding its blunt, blood-engorged tip toward the mouth of her pyaasi choot.
Instantly, Kshitij fucked, spreading open her wetly receptive choot with a breath-taking thrust. Wider and wider her choot walls expanded before his deep lunge. He buried his lund to the hilt, deep up between her squirming, quivering fair thighs!
“Aaaaaaahhh…!” Namrata grunted as she felt felt choot walls flowering before his thickened lund. “Ooooooohhhhh… uuuuuuunnnnhhhh… UUUUHHHHGGG!”
And as Namrata continued to grunt and groan, Kshitij began to fuck unceasingly into her from behind, soft, satiny flesh of her choot rippling like tiny wavelets before his body-jarring thrusts.
At first it seemed to Namrata that a huge log had been forced into the sensitive core of her body, but as he kept up the fucking strokes with amazing rhythm, there was hardly time to dwell on anything but the fulfilling pleasure it was bringing to her. In unprecedented passion, Namrata was fucking rhythmically back to meet her student’s panting thrusts into her clutching choot. Namrata felt his hands clinging to her hips as she wantonly undulated her naked body except for sandals, rotating her buttocks backward in tiny lascivious circles, giving herself fully to the delight the young boy was fucking into her from behind.
Namrata wanted to feel him explode deep in her choot… She wanted to feel his fresh young cum flowing deep in her quaking body. Nothing else mattered to her… there was nothing in the world for her at that point then the thought of his hot nectar shooting into her and filling her choot to bring her the total rapture she so desperately wanted… Namrata sensed it then, swelling convulsively; cumming.
His wildly jerking penis gushed forth-hot thick jets of his pungent secretion to flood her ravished choot. Namrata’s lips bore back over her teeth as she groaned and bucked furiously against him. The ecstasy of it was greater than ever before, and as the first hot squirts of searing boy-sperm hit, her long-sought climax was finally triggered. Salaciously, Namrata fucked her naked buttocks back at her panting young lover to get the full benefit of his shaft of hardness buffeting into the inflamed cuntal passage. Every muscle in her naked body contracted as Namrata felt the erotic jolt of sensual pleasure spasm through her screaming choot.
“Oooohhh… chod…! jor se chod… aur jorrrrr se… main gayi, meri chooot…” Namrata moaned. “I’m cccccuuuuummmmmmmiiiinnnnngg!”
There was no time… no space… no motion, only the unbelievable bliss of her insane orgasm as Namrata was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every straining muscle. He continued to spew his reservoir of youthful sperm deep into the hidden recesses of her trembling belly, and Namrata climaxed again, groaning and slamming her naked buttocks frenziedly back onto his hosing lund.
Namrata became a hedonist after that. She would never let an opportunity pass to indulge her sexual appetite. Her sexual appetite went wild steady supply of sex. She turned into a nymphomaniac who basically thought of nothing but sex. There was nothing like the feeling of a man’s steel-hardened lund fucking in and out between her legs. She started drinking more than ever. During the next month, she had seduced all the ten students in her home tuitions class. The expensive private school where she taught had the students who came from very well to do families. Namrata had managed to seduce some of the students in school also.
As the month passed, however, she found that she was becoming more and more skillful in relieving their initial fears when she took their pants down and began massaging their lovely, precious penises. These young boys actually enjoyed having their lund sucked or enveloped by her always pyaasi choot.
There were three young macho-looking boys in her class upon whom she had her eyes on for some days but did not get a chance to seduce them. Since, they were Kshitij’s friends, she planned an orgy at her home and asked him to invite those guys at her place for small party. She asked Kshitij not to tell them anything about what she would do to them.
She licked her lips in anticipation of the meeting. She started drinking even before their arrival. She put on a seductive, slinky dress that showed her contours. She also wore five-inch black heels, which showed, off her sexy painted red-nailed feet. By the time guys arrived, she was already tipsy and had smoked five cigarettes. As Namrata opened her door, she saw the four handsome boys standing there, looking as though they had been asked to report to her for some sort of punishment.
“aao …aao… ander aao…” she said as sweetly as she could.
The four boys huddled together as she closed the door behind them. She turned to look at them, their sweet innocent faces full of wonder at what she wanted them for.
“Main seedhe point par aati hoon… tum mein se kaun whisky pasand karega…” she asked them. “aaj hum bahut masti karenge, piyenge, aur choodai karenge….” Namrata was saying whatever came to her mind. She was pretty drunk
“main tum logon ko sexy lagti hoon kya?… At first the boys (except Kshitij) had been totally shocked. They simply could not believe this was happening, but the talk of sex nevertheless caused their teen peniss to start swelling in their pants. Namrata then lowered her dress to expose her boobs and their eyes bulged along with a couple other things. Looking in their eyes, licking her lips, she then began playing with her large breasts, kneading them, pinching her now very erect nipples. Boys were nervous, breathing heavily, but unable to take their eyes off of her. They gulped down their drinks, which made them little comfortable.
“Mere muume acchey lage tum logon ko?” Namrata saked. They managed to say yes in-between nervous giggles. Before their disbelieving eyes, she then let her dress fall to her feet. Their mouths fell wide as she stood naked except for black sandals with five inches heels and started playing with her now very wet pussy lips.
“Mmmm, yeah,” Namrata moaned as she masturbated for them. With them staring at her choot, she looked at their crotches and saw wet spots. Only a sexually starved, thirty-two year-old woman like Namrata could truly appreciate what kind of compliment it was to have those four young men, and their peniss, leaking pre-cum in their pants!
She then turned around to show them her ass and wiggled her ass cheeks in their now excited faces. “Mer gand kaisi hai…mat hai ki nahin?” she asked. Swallowing hard they said “Yeah!” Lowering her now husky voice she added “phir tumhen yeh jaroor acchaa lagega ,” and slowly pried her ass cheeks apart to give them a peak at her puckered brown hole.
“ab tum log bhi apne kapde utaar kar nange ho jaoo, mujhe bhi tum logon ke lund dekne hain.” Namrata said as though she were running her class during normal school hours. Whether it was all the drinking or their eagerness, but the four older boys responded to her command and quickly shucked out of their clothes. In two minutes, the five of them were totally naked in Namrata’s drawing room and the four boys were looking at their naked teacher, their eyes exploring her as they gazed over the secrets of her body.
Looking at Ashish, Namrata spread her thighs slightly and said, ” mere paas aakar meri choot ko touch kar ke kyon nanin dekhte. Jaldi hi tum apne lund se isse chodne waale ho” She gulped down some more whisky directly from the bottle. “Tumhen meri choot pasand aayi?” Namrata asked, revolving her hips a little against his probing fingers. Already the first ripples of wanton desire were flowing through her at this electrifying touch.
The other guys felt left out. “humein bhi aapko chodna hai”. Namrata realized that these boys who were nervous some time back were now eager to get the first chance to fuck her.
“tum log aapas mein lado nahin…main tun chaaron se ek saath chodaoongi’ she said finishing the whisky from bottle. She was weaving from side to side as she tried to keep her balance in her high heeled sandals. The thought that she was all-alone with them in her house and that the four of them could and would do with her as they wished made her shiver all over with desire as she tried to imagine what their minds would come up with. She told boys to take her to the bed. She relaxed as she felt two of them reach out and touch her shoulders, pinning her lightly to the bed.
At the same time she felt Vikas coming up along her firm, shapely thighs, and his twelve-year-old penis jutting from his hairless loins, his pink sperm-swollen sac hanging like a little water-filled balloon at its base. Kshitij smashed his mouth against hers for a hot kiss, while Ashish paid special attention to her impressive pair of breasts. Then she realized that the fourth guy, Jayesh, was licking her feet and sandals. Then Kshitij and Ashish began running their hands all over her nakedly thrashing body.
A convulsive spasm jerked her thigh and stomach muscles as she felt Vikas’s lips pressing onto her choot. The sudden wet contact sent an involuntary chill racing the length of her spine. Vikas’s tongue slipped forward, burrowing up her steaming choot like a racing lizard, and she felt a lascivious wave of sensation wash over her. He began curling and flicking his spearing tongue, sucking and licking crazily while her heated choot involuntarily contracted tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue. Namrata’s choot flowered involuntarily wider and her moistness increased with each further second that his sucking mouth worked at her widespread loins. Her secretions ran in warm wet trickles down the sides of the Vikas’s cheeks as he pressed tightly into the softness of her smoothly grinding buttocks, which were enclosing his face in warmness.
Kshitij and Jayesh, both were licking her feet and the sandals. They sucked her exposed toes and lapped the soles and heels of her sandals. “Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!” I chanted, her body completely out of control.
“Uhhhhhhh,” Namrata grunted deliriously as Vikas moved his voracious young mouth deeper into her choot, expanding the pinkly swollen lips with every searing lick he took. “Ohhhhhhh, haaaaan, saaale haraamjaadey!” she chanted uncontrollably through passion-contorted lips. “chaaat meri choooot, chootiye! Kha ja meri rasbhari choot ko!” oooooohhhhhh … aaaaahhhhhh …!”
ab raha nahin jaata……mujhe tumhare lund chaahiye……jaldi se mujhe chod daalo…She commanded Vikas to lay on his back and in seconds her hand guided the long lund directly into her dully pulsating choot. Slowly, Namrata lowered herself onto the long impaling lund and felt it smoothly slide into her moistly ready choot, the rubbery penishead finally lodging deep up against her sensitive cervix opening. Slowly, then, Namrata began to rock back and forward on him, raising her body and lowering it to drive his lust-hardened lund in and out of her tightly clinging choot. Namrata squeaked and cried in lust as she began bouncing at an even faster pace. “Aaaaahhh … Aaaahhhhh … Ooooommmmmmpppphhhh” … Her face was washed-over with passion, while her breasts bounced and flopped about wildly, as her long-flowing black hair flailed in all different direction.
The other three guys watched with interested eyes as their teacher seated astride Vikas’s hips and waist, wiggled and gyrated about in lust as Vikas’s lund filled her up.
Namrata exclaimed at Ashish,… khade khade lund kya hila raha hai…pel de apna lund meri gand mein…AAAAAAHHHHHH….meri choot aur gand ek saath mar lo….
Her choot still full of lund, Namrata leaned all the way over on top of Vikas. Her ample breasts touched his muscled chest. She felt Ashish’s hands pulling the soft fleshy moons of her ass far apart. Then she gasped as she felt the hard wetness of his lund nudging into the thin, trembling crevice, and she fucked back to include the new lund into her body. She felt a few testing thrusts at her tiny gand.. “Ooohhhh … haaaan …” she pleaded as she fucked back to encase his lund in her rectum …
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH” she shrieked as Ashish forced his way into her tightly constricting little anus. Finally he was all the way in, and he kept his lund there, feeling the pressure of the warm brown walls close rubbery on his deeply slacken penis. There was no other feeling like it in the world, and she messages of pleasure issued from her lips as the two peniss slipped into her, brushing against each other through the thin membrane dividing the dual passages of her choot and gand, and then pulling back out as one. She loved being buffeted between the two boys.She was tossed about between them, theirs to carry about like the wind.
Namrata threw her head back and cried out, “… aahhhh….oh haan, ohhhhh…chodo mujhe…phaad dalo meri choot.. jor se chodo….gand marlo meri… ‘ And they both obliged. Ashish started to thrust himself in-and-out of her at a ferocious pace. His body looked like a high-powered machine as it darted back-and-forth at warp-speed, his lund filling her gand. Completely bug-eyed, Namrata could not stop screaming out the passion she felt.
Meanwhile, Vikas, who was still lying on his back under Namrata, continued jamming his penis up and into her choot. The teacher was getting double-fucked to the maximum, by two students she owed this part of her life to. Namrata was now repeating herself, as she could be heard to be muttering under her breath, “Oh, chodo …. phaad dalo ….gand maaro…chodo…OOHHH.”
Namrata reached over and grasped Kshitij’s lund and stuffed it into her mouth, sucking hungrily as Vikas and Ashish continued to plow themselves into her. She sucked on the big head of his lund, then slowly took him deeper inside her wet mouth. Kshitij’s lund hit the back of her throat and Namrata wasted no time as she pushed her mouth further on to his penis taking him in her throat. Through the corner of her eye she saw Jayesh on her right with his thick, hardened lund lancing out, yearningly. With her hand she signaled Jayesh to slide over close, she placed her hand on his wildly pulsing shaft sliding the hot fleshy penis in and out of her tightly gripping hand. Namrata was now transformed into one heaving, writhing, moaning fucking machine.
The action was hard and frenzied as the boys continued to hammer away at her. Ashish was slamming Namrata’s ass for all it was worth, while Vikas did his absolute best to impale his penis up into her choot. At the same time, Kshitij tried his hardest to jam his penis down the slut teacher’s hungry throat.
The first casualty of this encounter was Vikas, who had been fucking Namrata the longest thus far. He let out a wild, thunderous scream and was able to manage just a few more strokes into her pussy, before experiencing an orgasm. His spermy load completely filled and coated the Namrata’s pussy; so much so, his cum overflowed it, and began trickling out.
Namrata worked in a daze of passion, licking and sucking like a hungry child at every fuck into her mouth. The saliva in her mouth began to grow sticky as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of Kshitij’s penis. With the rising tide of her own orgasm, Namrata could feel the penis inside her mouth stretching and expanding, and she moaned around it as it fucked forward hard down to her tonsils. Then, Kshitij stiffened suddenly as if shocked by an electric current and jerked his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his penis deep he her constricting throat. Namrata fought to breath as it suddenly erupted into the warm wet cavern of her sucking mouth, his thick, hot liquid flooding her throat like a rush of raging water. Her cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep from choking on the great gushes of sperm that spurted from the ejaculating penis. Namrata sucked and swallowed in hungry crazed gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring around the jerking lund, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as his deflating penis oozed from between her sucking lips, thin strings of cum hanging from her chin, connecting her with the limp organ as Kshitij collapsed in front of her on the bed.
Namrata then put Jayesh’s lund in her mouth. Jayesh fucked her face voraciously, as if it was a second choot. Namrata gagged as it fucked half-way down her throat, the full length of it disappearing into her ovalled lips almost to the hilt. The desire deep in her belly became a raging torrent and Namrata began to roll her buttocks high up above her in a circular movement, tightening her anal muscles around Ashish’s hot fleshy pole fucking into her. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her belly again and again until the hot sticky fluids ran out of her ass-hole and down her already thickly covered thighs.
Ashish behind her reached down and pulled her ass cheeks even farther apart, beginning to drive his pelvis into her softly yielding buttocks with loud, fleshy smacks that resounded rhythmically around the cabin. His sweating face dripped onto her hollowing back and his breath came in short stuttered blasts as he stared with glassy-eyes at his teacher’s sweat-shiny body that slipped over his plunging penis like a tightly fitting glove. Namrata felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last fuck as Ashish shoved his penis the full length into her body. Namrata screamed, muttering strange incoherent sounds that blended with the boy’s gasping grunts as she felt the first hot waves of his white fluid spewing into the depths of her rectum.
“Aaaahhhhhh …! Namrata shrieked out in her own release as the boy’s jerking orgasm shook her body like a volcanic eruption. She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the squirting penis and felt her body explode her anal passage. His cum overflowed, running down the crevice of her wide-spread buttocks and mingling with her own cum fluids in a single stream of thick viscous cream that streamed down the backs of her quaking thighs.
Namrata had a possessed look on her lovely face as she stared up at Jayesh, her body vibrating as he continued to fuck her mouth with his penis. Both her pussy and ass were now empty, but they were still on fire. Her mouth was a raging inferno as well, as Jayesh hammered away with his erotic assault. But much like the two students who immediately preceded him, Jayesh could not hold out. His orgasm was quick and furious. He did not even have enough inner warning to steady himself for the climax. As a result, his penis simply exploded inside Namrata’s mouth, during mid-stroke.
At least half of his delicious sperm splattered out and landed upon his teacher’s face and hair. Namrata responded by wrapping her right hand around the base of his penis, then taking the rest of it deep into her mouth. She was rewarded for her efforts with two more monster-squirts, both of which were deposited right down her cum-seeking throat.
After his orgasm subsided, Jayesh pulled himself out of Namrata. Without a penis in her, the teacher proceeded to simply collapse – in total exhaustion. She had been fucked beyond any reasonable doubt, but realized there was much more ahead for her tonight.
Namrata’s sexual appetite was increasing day by day. She became a true nymphomaniac. Soft spoken by nature, Namrata turned into a tiger when overtaken by lust and rapture. She NEVER got tired when it came to sex – Namrata could fuck for hours upon hours, and STILL want more. She could satisfy five (or more) men at once in a gang-bang setting, yet STILL want more. There was simply no ‘quit’ in her. Her husband Rishi was distraught when he came to know about Namrata’s promiscuity. He severed all ties with Namrata resulting in a divorce. Namrata was happy in a way that she was a free bird now.
Financially she was very well off, as her father had left her a vast property and wealth in Punjab near Chandigarh. So, she left Mumbai and moved to Mohali, near Chandigarh. She had a nice house there that her parents had bought few years back before they expired in a car accident. She joined a school for teaching in Chandigarh not for the salary but because she thought teaching profession provided her with a chance to seduce more and more boys. Lecherously, she had begun to seduce some of her students in the new school, craving their slim, boyish hardness deep up inside her warm, demanding vagina with a passion.
She also got hooked to pornographic books and movies. She masturbated for hours viewing dirty movies or reading sexually explicit books. She saw women using big dildos in these movies but she did not know where to get it, but she had her own substitutes… cucumbers, bananas, and candles. Even in school, she would sneak into the toilet during free time and masturbate with a thick candle that she always carried in her purse.
To make things easier, she put a small cut in the crotch of her salwars so that she do not have to take it off. Driven as she was, Namrata started taking chances no normal person would have dared to, abandonedly stripping naked in the backs of cars for some young boy of her choice, or hungrily removing the pants of still another eagerly trembling boy in some deserted portion of school, disregarding the threat of public exposure.
One day she had last two periods (classes) free before the end of school time and she was feeling very horny. She had a sexy novel in her purse. So, she went to lady teacher’s toilet. She gulped down half of the gin from the small silver flask she always carried in her purse and started reading the novel. As she became hornier, reading the sexy story, she took out a small but thick candle from her purse and started masturbating to satisfy her hankering. Namrata did not even realize when the school time was over.
And then the whole world seemed to fall in around her as she heard the sweet voice of a woman say, “waah…Namrata madam … free periods ka poora phayda utha rahi ho….” Namrata opened her eyes and saw Mrs. Vandana Kapoor–Principal of her school.
“lagta hai choot mein bahoot khujli hoti hai…Vandana said dominatingly as she stepped forward snatched the novel and candle from Namrata and asked her to follow in her office.
Vandana was the owner and the principal of school. She was in late thirties and a widow. She was stunningly beautiful with the body of a centerfold and the legs of a dancer. Once they were in her office, Vandana asked her to shut the door, so they could have a little privacy.
Namrata stood before the attractive principal and felt as if she were a elementary school student in the principal’s office. “mera khyaal hai, mombatti ke allava tum jaroor students ke saath bhi rang raliyan manati hongi…mujhe sab kuch sach sach bataao.nahin to main abhi police ko boolati hoon..” Vandana asked with an obvious sarcastic lilt. She leaned further back into the chair, and propped her feet up on the corner of her desk. She had on a pair of black, high-heeled sandals.
Namrata looked horrified into Vandana’s steel blue eyes, and for a second, couldn’t find her voice and then narrated her sexual activities with the students. Namrata could only stare down at her own sandals waiting for Vandana to let loose with her torrent of insulting comments. Instead, Vandana said nothing, just continued staring at Namrata in what almost seemed amusement.
Vandana smiled and got up from her seat and walked to the office door, and to Namrata’s astonishment, locked it. Vandana walked back to Namrata and leaned over and kissed Namrata smack on her lips. Then they kissed again and this time the kiss lasted much longer. Long enough for Vandana to push her tongue inside Namrata’s mouth.
Namrata wondered what the hell was going on, but the feel of Vandana’s tongue fluttering in and out between her lips excited her. “Well Namrata darling, kya ho agar main kahoon ki tujhe koi chinta karne ki jaroorat nahin hai? Mujhe lagta hai hum apna private arrangement work out kar sakte hain.
Vandana took out a bottle of whisky and two glasses from her drawer and poured neat for both of them. Namrata sipped her drink while Vandana gulped it neat like a hard-core drunkard before refilling her glass. “dekh Namrata, mil baant kar khaane mein hi mazaa hai…” Vandana said. “yeh nasamajh chokron ke lund kabhi kabhaar ke liye theek hain…but isme khatra bahoot hai…if you know what I mean…mera bahoot parties mein aana-jaana hai..jahan sab kuch chalta hai….ek se bad kar ek lund milte hain….chudwane ke liye…hameha kuch naya. Mujhse haath milaayegi to tujhe aisey aisey experiences karwaaongi ki toone sochaa bhi nahin hoga.”
Namrata was drunk. Her head felt woozy and she had trouble sitting upright. Vandana laughed and rose up and helped Namrata to her feet. They embraced each other. Their mouths fused in a hot kiss again. Vandana’s hands roamed over Namrata’s tits and ass and now for the first time Namrata touched Vandana’s tits. Namrata remained still as Vandana removed her kurta.
When Vandana had removed Namrata’s kurta, she reached behind her to unsnap her bra and free her heavy tits. “Oh..,” Vandana smiled, “kitne sexy mamme hain terey…mere to moonh mein paani aa raha hai.”
“Terey bhi kum nahin hain” Namrata quivered with excitement.
“tu kaise bol sakti hai..too ney abhi dekhey hi kahan hai?” Vandana teased her. They faced each other and continued undressing. Vandana removed her saree and petticoat. Her bra came off to reveal a pair of firm-looking tits with long pink nipples. Namrata watching her intently and holding her heaving breath began to remove her own salwar and the two females stripped themselves at the same instant. Vandana sucked in her breath sharply as she saw Namrata naked except for her dark brown high-heeled platform sandals that revealed perfectly painted burgundy toenails. Namrata had lushly opulent contoured body, revealing, beside the ripe fullness of her lust inciting breasts, her nicely rounded belly, the tiniest of waists, and shaved choot.
Ripples of pleasure also shot through Namrata’s trembling body as Vandana’s nude body looked stunningly sexy especially her long legs which terminated with her gorgeous feet provocatively encased in a pair of shinning black high-heeled sandals, with tiny straps that embraced her toes, now wiggling in return of her attentive gaze. Vandana moved closer to Namrata now and cupped her hands under her pendant tits. “Pahle kissi aurat ke saath nahin kiya hai na?”
“Nahin. Mujhe nahin pata kiase karna hai” Namrata replied.
“Tu uski chinta na kar, main sab kuch karoongi, tujhe jab kuch karne ka man ho, tab tu kar, that’s all.”
Namrata wasn’t that ignorant about what went on between women. She’d read and seen enough in porn movies to know something about it. She had a keen desire to have Vandana’s mouth on her choot. They kissed and fondled each other, their hands running over tits and asses, and then finally Vandana’s fingers were running over Namrata’s choot. Namrata moved her legs slightly apart and shoved her crotch forward. Vandana chuckled and probed her fingertips up and down between Namrata’s cuntlips.
“teri choot to bahut ras nikal rahi hai.” Vandana slipped one finger inside Namrata’s cunthole and gently frigged her pussy with a side-to-side motion of her whole hand. Vandana’s touch was marvelous. Namrata closed her eyes and savored the hot feeling in her cunt. “Namrata trembled with excitement. She was already climbing the walls. Vandana had her wild and crazy, hungry for her fingers and tongue and whatever else she had to give. Namrata giggled as Vandana fondled and pinched her ass. “Sexy choottar hai teri,” Vandana said. Namrata slapped Vandana’s broad ass. “Teri choottar bhi boori nahin hai.”
Namrata stretched out on her back on the carpeted floor of Vandana’s office and Vandana hovered over her. Vandana kissed Namrata’s mouth and neck and then started sucking Namrata’s tits. Namrata loved it. Vandana knew exactly how to suck and nibble her tits. Namrata’s nipples were soon stiff and swollen with desire. Namrata closed her eyes and quivered with anticipation. She knew that in a few moments Vandana would move down to the essentials. She would have Vandana’s mouth on her choot.
Finally, Vandana’s mouth left Namrata’s tits and began trailing kisses down over Namrata’s belly. Vandana nuzzled into Namrata’s choot. Vandana groaned with pleasure as she sucked Namrata’s thick cunt lips. She teased her by remaining away from her clit. Namrata’s passion-button was stiff and swollen and stuck out at the top of her slit like a little finger. Vandana loved penis, but next to penis what she liked best was sucking on a stiff clit and making the woman who owned it squirm and wriggle and cry out and gush a flood of hot cunt-cream out of her cunt hole. Namrata was dying for just that. She wanted Vandana’s hot mouth on her clit, but the way Vandana teased and sucked all the cunt flesh around it was so good Namrata did not want to stop her. She’s making me crazy, Namrata thought. And now Vandana suddenly pulled her mouth away and a moment later Namrata felt something soft and wonderful rubbing up and down in the trench of her cunt. Namrata looked down and moaned with excitement as she discovered Vandana with one of her tits in her hand and her long pink nipple rubbing over her cunt flesh. Vandana’s nipple touched Namrata’s stiff clit and Namrata gasped. Namrata felt shudders wracking her body. She spread her thighs wide and let Vandana take total possession of her watering pussy. Then Vandana licked over the sizzling flesh of Namrata’s creamy thighs and moved down to Namrata’s feet and began to suck her toes through the sandals. The exotic flavor of leather drove Vandana wild as her tongue danced and slid over shiny straps and heels of Namrata’s sandals.
Vandana was doing all kinds of lovely things to her. Namrata was on her knees now and Vandana was behind her with her face pressed into the crack of Namrata’s ass. “Aisey hee…chaat meri gand…” Namrata moaned. Vandana did it. Namrata trembled as she felt Vandana’s wet tongue lapping up and down over her brownie .At intervals Vandana would drop her tongue down to probe Namrata’s dripping cunt hole, but she kept her tongue most of the time on Namrata’s asshole.
She’s certainly a hot bitch, Namrata thought. All this time in the school she hadn’t suspected what Vandana was really like. They rolled around on the floor now. Vandana climbed over Namrata and swung her tits over Namrata’s face. Namrata opened her mouth and Vandana immediately chuckled and dropped a tit between Namrata’s lips. Namrata sucked and nibbled Vandana’s long nipple. The Vandana’s tit felt good in her mouth. She discovered how nice it was to suck a woman’s tit. Why should the boys have all the fun? Namrata’s hands were holding Vandana’s hips, and now she slid a hand over Vandana’s belly and down to her pussy. Namrata found it incredibly exciting to feel Vandana’s smooth hairless cunt lips under her fingertips. Vandana’s pussy was sopping wet and Namrata fondled and stroked Vandana’s cunt until Vandana moaned with pleasure.
Vandana swung her body around and settled down on top of Namrata. Sixty-nine. Namrata knew about it, of course. She had seen this in so many porn flicks. But this actual experience with a woman, and when Namrata looked up, what she saw was Vandana’s pink hairless cunt hanging over her mouth. There it was. She could smell it. She felt Vandana’s mouth on her pussy and she knew Vandana expected her to do the same. Vandana’s hairless cunt looked succulent and tasty. Closing her hands over Vandana’s ass, Namrata pulled the Vandana’s pussy down to her mouth. She slurped and sucked the juice dribbling over her tongue. Vandana’s cunt was delicious. Namrata’s fingers held Vandana’s cunt wide open and she sighed with passion again. Then she stuck out her tongue and slurped all the way up Vandana’s narrow pussy slit, from her pulsing cunt to her throbbing, thrusting clit.
By : usaiha2