Hi friends, I am Mohan and I grew up in a small town just north of Cannanore in Kerala. I welcome comments.
This is a true narrative. The names have been changed to similar sounding names.
Our first year college English teacher was Miss Sarojini. She was single, slim, light skinned, about 5'4" tall, had an nice (34B) bosom and was probably in her late twenties. She had a sexy walk as she swayed her hips oblivious to the reaction she caused in men and students who observed her. She dressed in pastel colored sarees and usually wore a pleasant jasmine perfume that was very sensual. She was a good teacher and I considered myself lucky to get into her English class.
Miss Sarojini was always on time for her classes and very pleasant and kind natured to all her students. I was one of the only four students in 400 who had obtained a First Class in English and soon I was one of her favorite students. Sometimes I would walk home with her and other students since her house was on the way to the train station and I had to take the train to get home. On days when she had a free hour in the morning, she stayed at home and used to come to her front verandah, pretend to be doing something and smile and wave out to me as I walked to college. I knew that her interest was a little more than platonic. Well, maybe I was imagining things. In her class, I sat next to the aisle and even though her hips brushed past my shoulders occasionally while I was seated in her classroom, I thought that it was by accident and not by plan.
One day after her English class, Miss Sarojini asked me to stay over for a few minutes and asked me whether I knew anything about house electrical circuits and fuses. I told her that I knew a little bit about electricity and attended to the electrical circuits at home. I was also the High School electrician's helper during school functions when additional lights were required. She then told me that the fuse on her kitchen circuit had blown, her electrician had gone to his village for the holidays, and that she was looking for some help. I eagerly volunteered to help her and told her that I knew how to replace a fuse. I told her that I would stop by her house on my way to the train station. She agreed.
So after my classes were over for the day, I stopped by Miss Sarojini's house. She greeted me at the front door and offered me a cup of tea. Miss Sarojini told me that she lived with her mother who worked at the local hospital on the evening shift and did not come home until about 11:30 P.M. After having my tea, I promptly went over to the main fuse box in the dark verandah and turned off the power to the entire house. I could feel Miss Sarojini's presence and smell her jasmine perfume all around me. I was getting a little aroused, but was scared; after all, she was my teacher. The fuse box was located on the verandah, and using a candle as the main source of light, I started to pull out each fuse and examine them. Sure enough, one was blown and I replaced it using a spare that was thoughtfully kept right inside the fuse box by her electrician.
I flipped on the main switch and all the lights came on inside the house, and I blew out the candle. It was still dark on the verandah and Miss Sarojini clapped her hands said "Oh! Thank you, thank you!" and gave me a hug. My cock was half-erect, this gave me the courage that I needed, and I embraced her, held her tight, pulled her towards me and boldly kissed her on her lips. Miss Sarojini moaned "Uuuuuummmmm..." as she kissed. We held each other for a long time and then started to French kiss. Miss Sarojini broke off, said, "Let's go inside," and led me to her bedroom.
Once inside her bedroom Miss Sarojini and I again embraced and kissed. I kissed her neck and nibbled at her ears. She was moaning and I started to take off her saree and her skirt while she undid her blouse and removed her blouse along with her white lace bra. She looked glorious in her white, lace bikini panties. Her twin peaks bounced in their freedom and I cupped one breast, squeezed it and then did the same with the other. Her breasts were firm and perky and her hard light brown erect nipples were pointing straight out. We both then lay down on her bed.
I popped one nipple into my mouth and gently sucked it, then went over to the other. Miss Sarojini moaned "Aaaaaahhhhhh...! Aaaaaahhhhhh...! Oh Mohan!" and put her hand on the bulge that had formed inside my pants. Off came my shirt and pants. Miss Sarojini took off my underwear and I removed her white lace panties that had a small wet spot in front. Her black bush was neatly trimmed and her milk white labia were quite engorged by her arousal. I kissed her labia, played with her pussy hair and got the sweet smell of her jasmine perfume. Miss Sarojini had anticipated all this and had sprayed some of her jasmine perfume on her pussy. This drove me wild. As I kissed her pussy, her hand found my rigid cock and started to stroke it and played with its bulbous head.
I moved between her legs and gently spread her labia and exposed her wet inner lips and separated her inner lips by running my tongue through it up and down. She cried "Oh! Oh! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Mohan, that feels divine". I continued to lick her cunt from her vagina all the way to her clitoris just stopping short of it. Then Miss Sarojini placed her hands on my head, moved my head and placed it right over her clit. I did not need any further guidance from my English teacher. I flicked the tip of my tongue on her clit a few times. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my Goooodddd!" she screamed. "Come on Mohan faster, darling! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...!"
