Professor Part 01

Please Note: All the characters on this story are over 18, and any resemblance to any person/people is only a coincidence.

I was a quite an excellent student, above average, even ranked among the top students. My father got involved despite my talent, I wasn't striving to be the best. There's saying, "Jack of all trades, master of none," and that is precisely how I wanted to be. I took sports activities, drama, social work, even bicycling with the equal degree of interest as my studies. I excelled in all subjects besides for mathematics. That became my weakest spot.

One day, my father visited town and met with my Maths Teacher. Teacher praised me and recommended that I put extra attempt into mathematics. Hence, my father determined to meet my math Teacher Mr. Balwinder Singh to discuss the matter similarly even though was elder to him however a chum of him from our native. I need to admit, I wasn't too thrilled about my father's interest in my life. It felt like he was burdening me with expectancies and looking to manage my jovial and careless nature. When he got back home, my father instructed me that he had met my Teacher and has a suggestion for me.

Balwinder Sir firmly believed that putting in extra effort in mathematics will pave the way for a bright future for me and that's how he made my father agree to send me to his place for 10-15 days as institute is closed for the vacations and Sir's wife is visiting her parents. My father has arranged for me to stay with him and arranged everything own his own.

Initially, I had my doubts. After all, I excel in my studies and have never felt the need for any additional efforts. I wondered if sacrificing my sports competitions and leisurely activities would it be really worth it. However, my father's wish prevailed, and I agreed to offer it a shot.

The day finally arrived when my father whisked me away in his taxi (my father was a taxi driver in capital city) to the Teacher's house, nestled in a old fashioned little town 15 kilometers faraway from our village. As we left the familiar fields at the back of, I watched in awe as the panorama converted before my eyes. Muddy roads gave way to charcoal roads, brick kilns and rubbish houses replacing lush green gardens and sprawling fields of my village. Stray animals regarded wandering around as if they own the town.

Eventually, we arrived at an old, weathered pucca house. Father parked the vehicle and told me to collect my belongings. With my clothes bag and a jar of homemade pickles in hand, I reluctantly observed my father, prepared to embark on this new adventure of getting to know and boom.

As we made our way down a narrow street, with a knock on the door my father beckoned for someone to reply. To my pleasure, a girl appeared, opening the door with a warm smile. As the door swung open, my eyes right now caught sight of my Teacher's -wheeler parked in the courtyard. A sense of alleviation washed over me, understanding that we had eventually arrived.

Deep inside, an experience of contentment settled in my thoughts. If I ever felt the need to retreat, I may want to always go back to the comfort of our village. It wasn't too far away, only a mere two to three hours walking. However, this place appeared instead inviting, with stable electric supply and private rooms, I found solace with the notion of staying right here for some time and experience comfort of a township.

Lost in my mind, I failed to observe when we crossed the brink and found ourselves inside. Suddenly, a tumbler of water placed gently at the desk. My father and teacher chatting at the same time I was told to go to the room on first floor of the house, wherein a television awaited my company.

After a while, my father called out my name, and as I descended the stairs, I observed him preparing to go away. To my surprise, Teacher's wife and daughter also carrying their stuff as if they too are leaving.

My father explained that I could go back in a week or so however for now he is while going back to capital city he would drop teacher's wife and daughter to the nearest railway station. With a heartfelt farewell, my father bid me and Teacher adieu, instructing me, "be a pleasing and obedient, learn things fast with full attention and comply with each instruction with heart."

As the room emptied, Teacher's voice took on a distinct tone. "Here, I am no longer your Teacher," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "but Balwinder. Consider me your buddy. Only then will you absolutely excel in something you do, and find pleasure in it." I nodded aimlessly.

But then, all of sudden, Teacher's hand came down with a powerful slap on my buttocks. Startled, I winced, however his warning became clear - "Not Sir, however Balwinder, Understood?" I nodded again, rubbing the sting away.

With a quick movement, Teacher locked the door and led me inside. "Roop has cooked the meal we have to not to worry about dinner". But first, let's make ourselves get along like friends." I settled down, ready for the talk that about to unfold.

Balwinder leaned in, his husky voice welcoming, "Nandan, this is your own home now. Feel loose to stay readily. If you need whatever, just let me know." As he spoke, he casually taking of his kurta, revealing a grey furry chest. "You can do the same, and relax" he advised playfully. "Show me what you've got."

Engrossed in sudden change in tone and manner of teacher I forgot for a second that I am in Teacher's residence right here with him all alone. He skillfully weaved threats into our banter, reminding me to call him as Balwinder and be a friend. It become an odd but one that brought us nearer.

Time flew by before I knew teacher whisked me away on his two-wheeler to a close-by market. He bought a few necessities, packed them right into a bag and made our way back home.

As we arrived back home, I asked "Balwinder, wherein can I go to relieve myself?" I noticed a mischievous grin as he responded, "Why not in my mouth?" Feeling embarrassed I sped way to the courtyard finding an drain outlet I peed with a sigh of relief.

Later Balwinder informed me that there is a toilet at the back of the house and even one upstairs that I should use. We decided to take it easy for the day and focus on entertainment, with plans to start practicing mathematics the next day.

I expressed my concern about the inconvenience of having a bath in the closed bathroom (in our village we bath either at river side or in open near tubewell) and washing my clothes every day. Balwinder suggested I keep my dirty clothes in a basket laying there in corner at backyard next to bathroom and regarding uncomforting of having bath in closed bathroom I can bath in open in backyard as no one else is there besides two of us. I can be in underpants at home. He even offered me a pair of soft, white breeches from his daughter's closet. They fit almost perfectly, but instead of covering my hips, they were more like panties.

I was watching TV on first floor when I heard my name being called by teacher from the ground floor. I rushed to the ground floor and noticed teacher was enjoying a drink with some snacks. Forcing me to join him, he offered me a bottle of beer. Gleefully I quickly finished mine and headed to the restroom to avoid any eye contact or time with sir when he is drinking. It was a unique experience being here, unlike the village. Everything seemed closed and mysterious, yet there was a sense of complete freedom. There was no need to go out; everything is available within the confines. These thoughts swirled in my mind as I relieved myself.

Just then, Balwinder joined me. He pulled his underwear, exposing his manhood, and began urinating. As I glanced at his penis, I noticed something different. Unlike mine, his was adorned with a tuft of grey hairs, and his glans had a shiny brown hue. We didn't say a word to each other, but Balwinder playfully directed his stream towards me, wetting my tiny dick. He chuckled and said, "Nandan, whoever stops peeing first, consider his kite cut." Memories of childhood games flooded my mind, and I couldn't resist joining in. I skillfully cut off the flow of urine with my own stream, emerging victorious. "Balwinder, you need some exercise. You won't be able to beat me," I teased, before returning to the room.

Back in his room, Balwinder handed me another glass of beer while he poured himself a glass of liquor. As we sipped our drinks, Balwinder spoke up, "Friend, if we keep things quite, you'll get bored. Besides, your education starts tomorrow. Let's finish up quickly and wash our clothes together." We swiftly emptied our glasses, and moved on to wash.

On reaching near the washing machine, Balwinder took out all the clothes from wash basket and threw them out and went inside to bring some more clothes. Both of us felt moderately intoxicated. Balwinder got up, smelled one of the clothes and divided them, he also called me for help and instructed me to keep aside the clothes from which body odor is noticeable. It has to be washed, everything else has to be fixed back and kept in the cupboard!

Balwinder, always the curious one, leaned in to sniff one of the under garment, scrunching it up to sniff. He began to separate the clothes, beckoning me over for assistance. But he wasn't done yet the thrill of our little adventure had us both feeling a bit giddy. His instructions were clear - any clothes emitting a distinct body odor were to be set aside for washing, while the rest were to be neatly folded and returned to the cupboard.

As Balwinder delved into the wardrobe, meticulously sorting through the clothes, I took on the task of marking them. Little did I know that this seemingly innocent chore would awaken a strange intoxication within me? Not only was I tasked with smelling and marking Balwinder's clothes, but also those of his wife, Rupinder (Roop), and their daughter, Dolly, including their undergarments.

Deliberately, I found myself drawn to the undergarments, their alluring scent captivating my senses. Roop's panties, in particular, held a certain allure that surpassed even Dolly's. They not only emitted a stronger aroma, but also had a tantalizing effect on me. Dolly's panties, on the other hand, lacked the same intensity, though they still carried a pleasant fragrance.

To my surprise, Roop's undergarments not only exuded an intoxicating scent, but the padding in the middle was damp with urine and some other sticky substance. Balwinder's drunken state only added to the unsettling nature of the situation. Suddenly, he turned to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes and uttered those shocking words, "Lick it and tell me what it is." Taken aback, I could only manage to respond with a single word, "Shit."

Without hesitation, Balwinder snatched the panties from my grasp and proceeded to lick them himself. His voice filled with curiosity, he questioned the wetness, challenging me to explain its origin and to differentiate between Roop's and Dolly's undergarments. My mind reeling, all I could muster was a shocked exclamation, "Holy shit."

I eagerly explored the delicate fabric of the panties with my tongue, curiosity piqued. Balwinder couldn't help but burst into laughter, exclaiming, "You're absolutely mad! You've just relished Roop and Dolly's urine, and that sticky substance on Roop's panties? That was my semen!" My mind spun with a mix of intoxication and confusion, the scent of underwear, urine, and semen swirling in my thoughts. I felt like a prostitute, exposed and vulnerable, yet still wearing a facade of normalcy.

Balwinder, oblivious to my strange state, tried to reassure me, saying, "There's nothing wrong with what you've done. I told you to do it." He took my hand and led me into another room. I couldn't fully comprehend what was happening; I was simply carried along like a leaf in a river's current. Inside the room, he embraced me tightly, his hand gently caressing my back. The sensation of his chest hair brushing against my lips and the scent of his sweat distracted me. Unbeknownst to me, his hands gradually made their way to my buttocks as he continued to stroke my back.

Already wearing a white panty from his daughter's drawer, however, instead of covering my hips, it scrunched up in a way that penis poking straight from the thin elastic layer. Balwinder's touch and the feeling of my face buried in his hairy chest provided a strange sense of comfort, but it was not without a hint of desire. I could feel the erection of his arousal pulsating against my stomach through his underwear, as if someone repeatedly tapping me. Lost in the moment, I was unaware of how long my eyes remained closed. But when I finally opened them, I felt the prickling sensation of Balwinder's mustache against my nostrils, only to discover that he is attempting to lick my lips. He whispered, "There you go, I've cleaned your mouth."

I was taken aback, filled with a mix of emotions - shock, happiness, and distraction. There were numerous reasons for this whirlwind of feelings, but the most significant one was the fact that it involved my mathematics Professor, who also happened to be a friend of my father and a highly respected individual. Adding to the weight of the situation was my father's explicit instruction for me to fully cooperate with him.

As the encounter unfolded, I couldn't help but notice the prickling sensation caused by the hair of his beard and mustache against my skin. And then, unexpectedly, he began to lick my lips. The sensation intensified as he sucked on them, eventually slipping his tongue into my mouth and intertwining it with mine. I wasn't actively participating in this entire incident, but I found myself strangely involved. It was as if some chemical reaction occurred within me, causing my flaccid sissy dick to tighten. My tongue instinctively responded, touching Balwinder's tongue, while the rest of my body trembled with fear.

By now Balwinder removed my underwear, his large palms now caressing my bare butt. I felt my body loosen under his touch, while his tight embrace and passionate kisses grew more intense. Mentally and physically unprepared, I couldn't deny the undeniable physical excitement that coursed through me, compelling me to cooperate in this sexual activity against my will. Balwinder's kisses were so intoxicating that the saliva from our mouths mixed like sweet syrup, dripping from our lips. My hands, seemingly of their own accord, began to explore Balwinder's hips. His erect penis pressed against me, yearning to penetrate my very core. In the midst of this sexual intoxication, I found myself moving towards cooperation, experiencing a strange sense of pleasure.

While our lips were locked in a passionate embrace, revealing my naked buttocks, in response, I pulled down his underwear. With this completely exposed both of us stood there, vulnerable and naked. Balwinder took hold of my penis, pulling and tugging at it, and I reciprocated, feeling a foreign sensation for the first time in my life. Throughout this entire encounter, silence enveloped us, heightening the intensity of the moment. I rested each of his testis my palm they were really big like a ripped peach and weighting about a pound each.

Now I don't know what Balwinder was trying to do when he pulls my penis, therefore I feel pain, I also pull his penis with a feeling of revenge, but easily his foreskin pulls back exposing brownish shinny glans. I was watching the glans for first time in my life, otherwise all my friends' penises including me are the same (I have never seen Vipin because he always laid upon on me, me faced down to lay on my stomach only to get up once he ejaculated on my asses).

I looked at my penis curiously, it looked like nothing compared to Balwinder's enormous one, I felt inferior. He sat down and began to take my penis into his mouth, my penis hardened in response. Every time Balwinder pulled the foreskin back, it pained. Finally, Balwinder looked at me for the first time and said: "I will fix everything, look at my penis, that is how a man's penis should be, it should be big and erect, not a mimosa like yours, your are gentler than Dolly (Dolly is his daughter). Our eyes met and he said, "Put my penis in your mouth and taste it."

Hesitantly, I ran out of there, went to my room, got dressed and went to bed. I couldn't sleep because I was hungry, confused and tired, I didn't know when I fell asleep, burying my face in the pillow. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I felt like someone was playing with my body. I was completely naked from bottom, my penis was semi hard and my anus was wet, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Balwinder was licking my arse, my anus must have been wet with his saliva. He slowly spread my legs and, lying between them, started licking my anus. My breathing started to quicken and my legs started to spread apart automatically. Globs of spit fell into my anus and showering of spit continued until it started to flow down my thighs. He caressing my butt and flickered his tongue on my rectum orifice. My breathing became faster and precum leaking, even though my penis was not engorged enough.

In an unexpected turn of events, I discreetly moaned, but we remained unfazed, as if nothing had happened. Balwinder, like a fearless creature, kept exploring my anus with his tongue, delving deep into places I never thought possible. The sensation was overwhelming, causing my body to react involuntarily. My flaccid penis leaking precum, and instinctively, I pressed my anus against his face.

By now Balwinder realized that I was just as horny as he is. With my silence, I was silently participating in this sexcapade. He turned me over and lifted my legs, raising them in the air. Turned around he came over me positioning himself in 69 with my outspread legs up in air, locked by his hands. His face was right over my fuming orifice, I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep and unaware of what was happening. But the strong smell of his penis filled my nostrils. He was at the peak of his arousal, and his penis was dripping with liquid like saliva. His Seminal fluid drops established a bridge-like connection between my mouth and his penis. I opened my mouth welcoming the Seminal fluid dripping from his penis. The taste was not bad. Just then, Balwinder and I met with a direct eye contact, he forcefully pushed his penis into my mouth. I couldn't think of anything. Our eyes met, and further pretence was impossible. Balwinder's dominant animal instinct was something got hold over him like a bull in heat, sniffing and licking moist vagina of a cow, he kept rimming me, pouring gallons of saliva and raised his head, spreading nostrils, whiffed the air to find if I am ready for a mating. Like a beast, he spread my anus, filled it again with his spit. His behavior was not less than an animal. I could not mutter to go against him as he continued to push his penis in my mouth, stopping in between, adjusting he placed his entire body weight on my face to let his penis travel full length all the way down my throat. Balwinder would rest only after inserting an inch of his manhood inside my mouth. In ecstasy I raised my ass further to reach closer of his face. My intoxication had also reached its peak, and without any delay, I started sucking his penis. After some time, when he pulled the penis out of my mouth, it was wet with my saliva and his precum, saliva mixed with now much condensed cum dripping from his penis on my face. He once again domineering inserted his penis completely in my mouth, sucking my buttocks in 69.

His manhood danced like a fish out of water in my mouth, releasing a flood of sperms that filled me with an intoxicating discomfort. Our bodies were raining with sweat as Balwinder's member began to relax in my mouth, his teeth nibbling at my buttocks with a fierce hunger. I moaned as he bit down with such force that my voice was muffled by his throbbing manhood, which he held firmly in place until last drop of his essence had been consumed. Tears streamed down my face as I savored the taste of him, my body trembling with pleasure, squeezing his warmth filling me deep inside.