Today I am going to narrate a most extraordinary tale. There used to be a woman named Sneha. The mere mention of the name of that beautiful specimen of female human flesh gives me a raging boner. She used to be my teacher. She was 43 and mother of an nineteen year old perverted boy who leaked her mother's pictures to us, her students, for minimal amounts of money.
I was 20 at the time. While spending my class hours dreaming about fucking the shit out of her in every position humanly possible, I grabbed a rare opportunity to be with her alone. She gave a task of adding the marks of answer sheets so that she can note it down. But it had to be done in the games period. Naturally not even the monitor was willing to do it. I readily accepted sensing the possibility of being alone with her and also getting the opportunity of smelling the musky odour of her summer sweat which used to wet her blouse near her beautiful underarms. That used to titillate me greatly.
So it happened, I followed her to a classroom and sat on a chair and she sat on the teacher's chair. We were doing the task on that humid day. And much like my speculation that mature woman was perspiring. Hot sweat ran down her naked back, her swollen cheeks, the back of her scalp. Her underarms were wet and so were the underboobs and sideboobs.
She was wearing a beautiful expensive yellow saree like a respectable woman and I sat there and stared at that marvellous and magnificent trophy wife of a certain someone. All I could think about was, getting inside of her and being one with her. Pumping her with great force, mauling those giant breasts of hers, sniffing her dirty big ass and after that telling her how it smells while looking straight into her eyes.
Let me describe what that beautiful woman looked like. Conjecturing, she was almost 5 foot 4 inches tall. Not fair and kind of dusky but not too dusky, the typical North Indian colour. Beautiful eyes to say the least, sharp nose and thin lips which were not very accentuated or juicy but good enough. She had kind of a heavy body the way we young boys like it. This heavy body look was instrumented through her really wide shoulders and wide back. She had the good kind of fat in all the right places i.e. her ample bosoms, hips, thighs. Big upper arms and wide forearms with kind of manly palms.
Of course her thighs used to be hidden by the saree but I will describe her thighs later. Just the right amount of juicy fat in her abdomen area so that you can squeeze and play with it. Owing to her wide back, the blouse gave a most enamouring look.
She had beautiful straight natural dense black long hair with some waves which she used to tie with a banana clutcher. Sometimes she used to arrange her hair after opening it which was a treat to see. The sheer volume was dick hardening. The aroma of her hair made me hard. She also sometimes used to make ponytails which used to look sexy as fuck. I wonder if she made those high ponytails just to invite high tides of pure testosterone all over the school.
Imagine a middle aged woman with voluminous black high ponytail like a fucking school girl. No doubt, she had a pretty face but it had blemishes and few wrinkles too. To be honest, it made her even sexier. She had kind of a fat jaw but I loved all those imperfections. Actually, I wanted to rub my dick on all those imperfections.
So I was looking at her, she was writing down on paper. Her neck was wet from her sweat, all I could think about was licking that sweet sweet sweat. I don't particularly have any fantasy for sweat but I just wanted to do these things to prove to her just how much I lusted for her. I kept adding the marks, telling her and kept staring at the majestic mature woman.
In the course of these events, sometimes we used to have eye contact. We didn't smile when our eyes met but I was looking deep into her eyes to see what secret she held. Sometime later, I was concentrating on her massive mammaries. God they were huge and attractive. Sometimes I think we should send Sneha as an emissary of peace and friendship to various countries. The desirable woman can sleep with everyone and then no country would be on bad terms with us.
If she gets into porn, she will revolutionize the industry. Her ass is so enormous that a person penetrating her ass might get sucked in and get lost in that wonderland ass of hers. So, back to that day, I was concentrating on her expanding contracting titties when she all of a sudden turned to me and snapped at me, "What? You wanna go inside these?" pointing at her mama boobies. I was taken aback and was filled with horror that she had caught my perverted stares. I didn't give any reply and kept looking at the floor. She reprimanded me for looking at her and asked, "You like these?" and she gave a quick sexy shake to her monster boobies.
That jiggly shake was enough to make my dick go red with excitement. I realized my stars were lined up perfectly to grant me this lifetime of an opportunity to plough this monster boobed milf. I had lost my breath out of elation. I somehow managed to say, "Ma'am I love your itsies bitsies more than I love my life!" She gave out a hearty laugh which led to more shaking of boobies. My underwear now almost had a hole with how hard my young virgin dick was trying to poke out of my pants into her vagina.
She said," I know, kiddo! I know what I am capable of doing to young men." To which I replied, "Your femininity is ever growing and maybe it is, at an all time high!" She kept on behaving coyly and asked, "How can my femininity be the highest at this time, when I have gone menopausal and barren? I am almost always thinking of my bygone youth. The hormones make me crazy, I crave all sorts of things." I obviously didn't know the answer to this question or most of the questions that she had. Mostly they were rhetorical. But I listened to her carefully and in an understanding manner.
The candid sexual flirting turned into a deep conversation and she shared her insecurities. I, in a way felt proud but kept on feeling sudden urges of fucking her raw when she talked about her body wilting like an old flower and going saggy. Not gonna lie, she really turned me on. She had kept one of her hands on her cheek and her giant cleavage was wide visible. I wanted to put my fingers in that cleavage and feel the moisture and temperature inside. I wanted to do this as she was speaking and thought of acting like it was nothing special and that I did it just for the sake of it. Or at least I wanted to take a pen and run it on the insides of her cleavage and then lick it in front of her in the most seductive manner.
