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My First Sex With My Principal......school days Story (Sex in school days)

My First Sex With My Principal......school days Story (Sex in school days)

Hi to all human digest readers. I am my friends have been a great fan of this site. After reading many stories of this great site I and my friends decided to share our sexperience with hot and dashing Subhi Jain in our native school. We are three guys AMAN, ANKIT and SHASHWAT of 18 years and studying in class 10th having a tall height of 5”8, 5”10 and 5”9 and having a well builded body. NOW the story begins when I (Aman) met Subhi Jain..Subhi Jain is a milky fair girl having juicy boobs with pink nipples(came to know when I fucked her).She is of 5”4 and having a nice figure of 32b-24-34 and looks mature as compared to other girls of her age. She was very beautiful so I had an eye on her specially on her huge Butts. I never lose any chance to make an impression on her. She had a cousin Rahul who is our friend. I used to frequently visit Rahul’s home as Subhi is living in His home for her studies. We have common school so we regularly meet each other in our classes. One day I went to Rahul’s house, there I saw that Rahul and Subhi were playing Badminton, then Rahul got a call from his father and said “I‘ll be back in few minutes”. I thanked God and took benefit of this situation and started playing Badminton with Subhi. Accidentally the shuttle struck her on her left boob and fell down; she leaned to pick up the shuttle and juicy boobs almost popped out of her black top. Then she noticed that I am looking to her with my wide eyes, so she stood up immediately (I was continually watching her) and gave me a naughty smile. From this day the locks of my mind opened and I came to know that she also likes me. And now came the day of my destiny, Subhi phoned me and said “can u help me in my Science Assignment because Rahul is not at home and I need to complete it till tomorrow”. I said “I will come in few minutes” (That time I had no any bad intensions about her).I reached her home and when I saw her she was looking very sexy in her transparent yellow top(I could see her bra strips) and blue jeans. Then we went to her study room and started our study work. Then suddenly she hugged me and said “Chuha”(as she feared from rats) and I said “kya hua”(what’s the matter) then she said “Chuha, bed ke neeche Chuha hai please use bhagao”(Please help me to get rid off this mouse). After this we resumed our work and she suddenly again hugged me and said again “Chuha” (But this I knew that there was no any Rat inside the Room but I want to take this great opportunity) so I also hugged her and said “ I also get feared from rats ”.Then she surprisingly saw me and smiled and I hugged her more tightly and delivered a kiss on her cheeks, then she replied with a deep kiss on my lips. And my luck left me and the doorbell rang (I was cursing the bell ringer). She suddenly left to open the door and it was Rahul on the door. Then after sometime I left for my home. After 2-3 days I phoned her and said “I want to meet you, can u plz come to my home”. She replied “Of course, I’ll be there at 5 p.m.”. That day my parents were out of station to attend a wedding ceremony. And I started waiting for her and the bell ranged and I rushed to the door and welcomed Subhi. She came in and sat on sofa. I switched on the T.V. for her comfort. To my surprise some sex scenes were displaying on the TV and I immediately changed the channel and again some sex scenes were displaying and vice versa and then suddenly the electric supply cut off. Then I felt that something very soft is touching my left thigh, I immediately understanded that I was Subhi. I just caught her in my arms and started kissing her while
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I am Rajat and here I am sharing my experiences with my Aunty. She is Sujata and by the virtue of relationship, is my paternal aunt (Father’s younger brother’s wife}. I stay with my Aunty alone in an apartment in Kolkata. My parents stay in Cuttak and what is interesting in the story is the fact that my Aunty is a widow and she is 32.She was widowed just a week after her marriage with my uncle, 12 years ago and at that time I was 18 years. After my uncle’s death my parents left me with my Aunty in Kolkata because it was not possible for her to stay alone in Kolkata and she did not want to go to Cuttak. I was one of two kids of my parents. Hence I was entrusted to take care of my Aunty thinking that her loneliness would be reduced by the presence of a kid. Initially I wished to go back to Cuttak but as couple of years passed my interest to go back to Cuttak weaned. This happened because my Aunty used to take utmost care of me. She loved me a lot and fulfilled all my requirements. She almost filled the vacuum in me, of being away from my mother.I never looked at my Aunty from that perspective until I was 19 yrs old. By that time my Aunty and I were emotionally very close to each other. We used to share our joys and sorrows together. I never hesitated in expressing myself in front of my Aunty as was I very frank with her. This frankness was a result of my stay with her for 3 years. We used to regularly go out to watch movies, to shop, to dine outside. I was completely dependent on my Aunty. She knew me very well and hence also knew my choice. From selecting my clothes to the kind of soap I used, she did it all for me. She was a complete woman for me.But then a strange change started to take place in me. Now I looked at my Aunty more like a women than my Aunty. My feelings towards her were now undergoing a change. Previously I never read too much into her smiles but now her smile used to cause an amazing sensation in me. At times I used to stare at her body and especially her boobs and ass. So now let me describe my Auntie’s physical appearance. She is fair complexioned, has two small but pyramid erect boobs and a pair of nicely curved ass. She has a perfect body from all respects. Being a widow she does not wear fancy saris nor puts on a lot of cosmetics.

She simply wears a light colored sari with just a hint of lipstick on her lips and hair lightly soaked in oil, properly tied in a knot. In spite of being simple, she looked amazingly beautiful and attractive.As time passed, I realized that I had fallen in love with her. I could not imagine my life without her and she was a perfect woman for me in all respects. There were many girls in my locality but to me my Aunty was the sexiest of them all. Now I felt sexually attracted towards her. I used to masturbate thinking about her. Initially I was frustrated because in spite of being very close to her I never got the courage of expressing myself to her. Therefore, I had to restrict myself. But I had made up my mind to screw her at a proper time. Then a few events happened and eventually I got a chance to fuck her. Here’s what happened…It was a Saturday morning and I was busy preparing to go to school. I had a bath and came out of my room and then passing by my Auntie’s room I saw something. Her room’s door was half open and I was able to peep inside it. I suddenly noticed my Aunty coming out of the bathroom after having a bath. She was brushing her hairs. What stunned me was the fact hat she was wearing a skimpy, almost transparent low v-collar shirt with an equally transparent skirt hanging up to around 4 inch above her knees. It exposed her lower thighs and whole of the legs, which were perfectly shaped like that of an athlete and were brilliantly pink, smooth and devoid of hair. I was able to see her bra and panty through it. I was completely shocked to see a widow wearing such a revealing dress. The fact that she always remained

Simple in front of me also hit my mind. I could have never imagined my simple Aunty wearing such a sexy outfit. This aroused me a lot and my penis was standing at an angle of 90 degrees, saluting her. And if this wasn’t enough the next thing surely stunned me. Going near the dressing table she removed her outfit. Now I was seeing her in a black bra and a panty. I was able to see the fleshy part of her boobs as her bra was very tight and a small portion of her boobs remained out of it. She was looking amazing and for a moment I thought of raping my Aunty. She had a perfectly pink skin, and her armpits were completely shaved. Then she wore her petticoat and her blouse. As she was about the put on her sari I rushed to my room for some much needed masturbation. That day I decided not to go to school. I told my Aunty that I wasn’t feeling well. And then I spent the whole day staring at her body and cleavage. The image of my Aunty standing in her undergarments haunted me for the next one month. And then I started on my mission “Fuck Aunty”.As my 2 months summer holidays began, I started on my mission. I used to be in the house all day; I tried to get physically close to my Aunty. Whenever she cooked in the kitchen, I would stand besides her pretending to learn cooking but actually, I used to press my hardened cock against her ass. Surprisingly I had no reactions from her. I wanted my Aunty to know about my feelings towards her and for this I did something unusual. Now I started bringing in magazines that had many sexy stories. I used to purposely read that magazine in front of my Aunty. I would keep those magazines purposely in such places where my Aunty could find them. A couple of times my Aunty found those magazines but she didn’t let me know that. I wasn’t sure what was going in her mind but I knew that I had made all my efforts to signal my desires.My Aunty and I used to watch television together and while watching television whenever an intimate scene came on,

I used to quickly change the channel. Now in spite of sitting with my Aunty, I watched those scenes and made her watch them too. A couple of times we saw men and women kissing each other and then one night I committed a brave act. I brought home the CD of the movie “Dayawan” and played it. I and my Aunty watched the entire movie together. All throughout, the movie she never uttered a single word, even when Vinod khanna fucked Madhuri Dixit with that long lasting French kiss. A couple of times she looked at me and I behaved in such innocent manner that she could not make out anything.Then the next week passed by with much happening in it and then the decisive move came.I knew that my Aunty used to wear that sexy outfit only in her room at night. So one night, at about 12 o clock when my Aunty was fast asleep, I knocked on her room’s door. She opened the door and was wearing that sexy outfit. My Aunty asked me “What’s the matter Ajay? You have not slept till now?” I replied “Aunty I am not having good sleep for past many days, so can I sleep in you room tonight?”My Aunty without a moment’s hesitation, replied “Oh sure”. She never made any pretence of covering herself from me and she felt perfectly comfortable with me even in that sexy outfit. So I slept beside her on the bed.At about 2 Am.. I woke up and saw my Aunty fast asleep. Then I started my final deal. I started to move my hands around her well carved thighs and waist. I continued to do so for half an hour and then I directed my hands towards her cleavage and moved my fingers around it. I was able to touch the upper part of her boobs and his aroused me lot. I continued to do so and then my Aunty suddenly woke up and caught my hand. I was terrified. She turned around and smiled seeing me. She said “What are you doing Ajay?

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If you want to fuck your aunty, be bold enough to express your desire in words. I was dumbstruck to hear her reply and taking it as her approval I grabbed her by my hands and gave a tight kiss in her lips, reminiscent of what I had seen few days back in ‘Dayawan’. She too responded to my kiss as I was feeling her lips around me. After kissing each other for 20 minutes my Aunty told “Ajay tonight I am going to have my first encounter with a man, I lived with your uncle for seven days but he didn’t touched me at all. You will be the first person to have sex with me. Hearing this as I was about to reply, my Aunty stopped and replied “Don’t tell me any thing now, that we have been living together for years, are emotionally attached and from tonight onwards we’ll be physically attached as well ” Saying this she slipped her outfit from her body and I could see her in her undergarments. Then she sat in the bed and quickly removed my clothes and underwear. My penis was saluting her.Then throwing her down I kissed her upper cleavage and her uncovered boobs. They were soft and fleshy but perfectly erect possibly being untouched and unused. I had seen her exercising her daily for past many years and the chest exercises she was doing was the reason why her mammary glands looked like those of a pubertal girl. I had asked her several times about her dedication to exercise schedule but she always said one day you definitely know its answer. I loved kissing them. Then I placed myself on my Auntie’s body and planted some hot kisses on her face. Tearing off her bra, I pressed her boobs as hard as I could and sucked every drop of milk out of them. Those boobs had stored a lot of milk for the past many years and that night I emptied her breasts completely. My Aunty was enjoying every moment of it, making sounds like ‘Aah-ooh, mah- uff, don’t Ajay please don’t. She said that, by now you must have got the answer of the question you have been asking for past many years. Like any other woman I had hidden sexual desires of being sucked, fucked and licked and I knew that one day I might approach you for this but I was afraid as

I thought you loved and respected me like a mother. I was afraid that any advances by me could have shattered our relationship and thought that you would leave me foreever thus shattering my hopes. I decided to preserve my virginity, and exercise was necessary to keep myself looking attractive till you grow up and perhaps thereafter. Could you have liked my breasts if they were hanging like those of older women? Busy chewing her teats, I nodded my head in affirmative.Then starting from her toe, I kissed every part of her body till I reached her forehead and then I turned her and kissed every part of her back as well. Then suddenly an idea struck my mind and I ran out of the room into the kitchen. This confused my Aunty but she held on. I came back with some tomato sauce and curd. My Aunty asked “What are you going to do with this Ajay?” I replied “Aunty you just watch me doing and you will definitely have fun in it” hearing this she smiled mysteriously and then laid on the bed.I moved my tongue around her naval and it tasted quite good. Then pouring sauce on her belly, I started to lick it Ooh! What a feeling it was for me. I licked every bit of the sauce. Even after licking all the sauce, her belly smelt of sauce and this smell made me grow crazy. I grabbed her by my hands, kissed her as hard as I could. All throughout the love making session, my Aunty committed herself to me. She loved every moment of my love for her. Her noises were getting louder. I kissed her body as hard I could, after all I had waited so long for that night.Then I turned my attention to two parts in her body, which men usually do not fuck, but I tell you all readers, these parts can be as tasty as anything. I took her boobs in

My hands and gently kissed the thin gap between the two. Ooh it was really a wonderful feeling for me and my Aunty as she clutched my head in her hands. Then pouring some curd in that area I licked it. Well the feeling was even better. Now the smell of her body and the curd drove me completely mad. I was fucking her almost 3 hours now and still I wasn’t half satisfied. I tell you the thin area between her boobs is as horny as her boobs itself. Then the second area, her armpit raising her left arm I started to smell her clean-shaven armpit and the smell was mind boggling. I licked the entire area and did the same thing with her right arm-pit. These two parts aroused me even further. During my fucking, my Aunty tightly held the bed sheet with her hands and moved her upper body up and down. She loved every millisecond of it. We clutched each other move from on side of the bed to the other, fucking as hard as we could. 3 o clocks into the night and now it was my Auntie’s turn to enjoy my body. Throwing herself on my body she kissed my lips and said “You taste too good Ajay, now you will see how much fun your auntie is going to have. Then she started to press my chest with her hands and I loved every moment of it. Then she kissed my entire upper body and the sense of her lips touching my body, made me mad. She suddenly got up and took out the strawberry ice cream from refrigerator which surprised me but I thought that she might be exhausted and hungry after her first session with me. But she had different ideas in her mind. She lay down on edge of the bed on her back, spread her legs and asked me to come near and hold the ice cream bowl and a flat knife. Then she asked me to fill her completely clean shaven brilliantly pink cunt with the strawberry flavored ice cream. I took the flat knife in my hand, kneeled down and scoop by scoop filled the depth area but ice cream was still remaining, so now I covered the entire area including depth of her pissing and ass holes. Her entire perineal area was looking smooth, devoid of and clefts and holes as the complexion of my Aunty were no different from that of ice cream.

She then asked me to explore the recently filled clefts with my tongue as she was shivering with cold. I was not very sure of the position of clefts and holes I had recently filled. I started darting my long tongue from below. My Aunty immediately reacted “You naughty fellow, please place a pillow beneath my buttocks if you are starting this way”. I immediately obeyed her instructions without questioning her as I could see her shivering with chills. As my tongue swept and licked the lower most area, I suddenly felt a dip into which my tongue was darting in & out. Soon I realized that it was her asshole which I licked and I rotated my tongue all throughout her inner circumference as if clearing the ketchup firmly stuck to the bottle neck. After this I moved up and started clearing the area above it. Soon I noticed that my tongue has reached a great depth and I had to maneuver my neck a lot to eat up the ice cream. Anyhow I could clear up the area in less than a minute and after this, my Auntie’s shivering disappeared and she was now much relaxed as I was now moving my tongue on the inner lips her pussy. I moved further upwards clearing her piss hole, which totally relaxed her and now she further loosened and spread her leg wide apart. On further mopping up operations upwards, my darting tongue felt something of a shape of a nipple teat, which my lips involuntarily started sucking. Suddenly I realized that her moaning sounds and sighs have increased in frequency and intensity. Since I was not aware of normal female anatomy, thought that this is causing pain to my Aunty, perhaps to the teat-like structure which I assumed to be a

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Swelling due to some recent injury and I stopped while trying to have a closer look at this structure. It looked like a miniature penis with broader base and a tapering end. Although I had seen many nude photographs of females but I had never seen such a structure immediately below the piss hole. Suddenly my Aunty shouted at me “Why have you stopped bastard? I was surprised with her abnormally heightened anger, told her my fears of increasing pain to her presumed injured area. She immediately got up and hugged me and was in tears. She said that I thought you’re well versed with female anatomy but you aren’t. I was told that this ‘penis like’ structure is not any injury but a part of female sexual system and is called clitoris, which is the most excitable part of the female body and it swells up during excitation. She further told me that while fucking as the penis makes in and out movements, the upper portion of shaft slowly massages clitoris and it is this massage which actually brings female orgasm similar to ejaculation in males. She told me that a woman can reach orgasm in three ways in the descending order of pleasure. First as in fucking (mechanism I told you, it’s the best way to get pleasure), secondly by making any other person (male or female) lick and suck clitoris & this is known as cunnilingus. When the licking person is also a female, the act is called lesbianism. The second method is most pleasurable but since the orgasm is reached very early, the duration of pleasure is very short and this is in fact next to fucking in pleasure. The third method, I was told was female masturbation in which a woman rubs her clitoris with her own fingers. She told me that her clitoris is somewhat bigger than those of average females because she practiced lesbianism in her college days (she did her graduation after marriage) and had been forced to do masturbation ever since my uncle died. These somewhat second rate methods, she thought were better than making contacts with different men as it would have brought bad name to the family along with a definite risk of acquiring Aids..

She told me that she shouted at me because she was about to have orgasm when I suddenly stopped the act of sucking and licking her clitoris. Anyway I proceeded for the best told method, spreading apart my Auntie’s legs; I pumped my 8 inch penis into her cunt. My Aunty screamed with pain as it was the first time a penis was entering her cunt. But I didn’t care and continued to thrust it even further until it completely entered her cunt. Her pain was reduced and now I moved up and down until I blasted my juices into it. I continued to do so till I had cum four times. All this while my Aunty screamed “Ooh no Ajay no please, its paining, Ajay no uuf please”. Now I felt completely exhausted. My body was giving up but my lust drove me even further. I requested my Aunty sit on my cock and fuck me. Following my order my Aunty sat on my thighs and directed my penis into her hot pink hole. Oh what a feeling it was for me. I felt that I had entered a completely different world. She started to fuck me moving up and down slowly with her two erect mammary glands bouncing like a football. My penis was paining like hell but the whole feeling was so good that that the pain got completely overshadowed, my Aunty groaning “Ajay your penis is marvelous”. This continued for about half an hour and at the end of it, me and my Aunty breathing very heavily, completely exhausted.It was 4 Am in the morning and our body was burning like hell with sweat. Then after having a final kiss, my Aunty and I slept naked.I woke up next afternoon at about 2 Pm and saw my Aunty coming out of the bathroom in her sexy outfit. She said to me “Last night you behaved like a beast and I could have died”. Hearing this I smiled and asked my

Aunty for a cup of tea. I asked my Aunty “How did you know about sex so much? I was told that she had read more than 1000 books on sex including vatsayan’s Kamasutra and had watched more than 5000 hardcore porn movies during past 10 years. I was told that from now onwards I will have a new lesson to learn every night. As I was going toward the bathroom she accompanied me, took a razor and shaving cream and shaved my entire perineal area and told me this is of utmost importance once you are sexually active. After toilet I bathed and came out wrapping towel around my waist. Auntie saw me and asked me to come to her room, without putting on any more clothes after I finish lunch. When I went to her room she was found lying on the edge of bed with her legs widely apart which immediately reminded me of my strawberry treat last night. As I was, spontaneously about to go towards refrigerator she pushed up and asked to come over her. I was instructed to assume a strange position over her in which I laid myself in such a way that my face was facing her cunt and my asshole was facing her. Now she started darting her tongue in & around my perineal area and then entered my ass hole. She instructed me to lick, chew and suck her perineal area. I started with her ass hole and proceeded to dart my long tongue into her cunt. To my surprise, as her juices started oozing it tasted much better than the ice ream treat I had yesterday. Now it was my turn to chew, suck lick and eat her clitoris as she had taken my glans into her mouth and started what I had been doing to her clitoris. For next 10 minutes the room was reverberating with sighs and moans and then suddenly I realized that I have ejaculated in her mouth, for which I expressed my sorrow. She told me that that there is nothing wrong in it since she is, anyway not going to waste that semen whether it’s in her mouth or else her cunt. With this remark she swallowed every drop of the holy liquid ejaculated in mouth.I also reciprocated by swallowing her holy juices in my oral cavity.

I was told by the learned aunt that this is called 69 positioning, the thing I did to her was cunnilingus and what she did to me in this position was called fellatio. She told me that this is a good alternative to fucking in an emergency situation when contraception means are not available and besides this the risk of acquiring Aids is minimal.From then onwards we regularly have sex with each other. Now I sleep with her on the same bed. Our love is not merely physical but also emotional. As I told you earlier, we were quite close to each other. Now I am 18 and she is 24.Our love has continued for three years. During these three years our love has got deeper and deeper. Last month I proposed my Aunty to marry me hearing this she laughed. But I was dead serious. After all we were quite compatible with each other and loved each other a lot. Instead of marrying each other we have made certain promises. I will try to avoid marriage as long as I can, and I and my Aunty will remain husband and wife, though unofficially. As far as having kids was concerned, we put it off till I got financially independent. Three years my Aunty is having pills to stop getting pregnant (as 69 positioning is not all that’s sex about). The word Aunty has been replaced by “Garima”. After getting physically involved with me she started to wear some jeans and miniskirts and put on a bit of make up. I liked this change and now she wears those old simple clothes only in front of my parents, who visit here infrequently assuming that I am taking care of my aunt perfectly, which indeed I am doing.We are quite happy and leading a pleasurable life. I plan to propose her for marriage again, once I start earning because I don’t want to loose this charming, sexy and above

All learned woman. Although, Garima made it clear to me after our first sexual contact that I am free to marry any girl but after that our ongoing relationship would continue only subject, to my would-be wife’s permission and also subject to this would- be wife not having sexual relationships with any other man than me & any other woman other than my Sujata. But I am firmly decided to marry her against all odds. I presume that readers will enjoy this story.

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My story is depicts the sexual intimacy between a middle aged married woman and her student. So, those who feel offended may please stop right here. Well it happened to me when i was in class 9 at a High School in Chavakkad. My mom used to send me to this Math teacher who was supposed to be a genius. But, as for me, i used to hate the subject as well as the teacher. I never used to do her homework or listen to her in the class. But even though i hated the subject i used to fetch good marks in it. I hated doing the same sums again and again .I would rather do it just once with complete attention. She (my teacher) used to make me work hard so that i could perform better. But at that age, i wouldn’t realize that.

However…. On one hot summer day, my mom asked me to go to her tuition as she was free at home .She had a daughter who was of my own age. And she used to teach us together. She was about 40+ with dark complexion but a very sexy body. That day i had no intentions what so ever of going to her tuition, but as my mom had virtually kicked me out of the house ,i had no other choice. I got on my bike and started towards hell. The heat was getting intense each second. When i looked up, it felt like all the suns rays were being focused at me .I was sweating completely and the shirt had stuck to my back. After conquering all odds, I finally reached her house in a state of total mess .I knocked on the door expecting her daughter to open the door, and then i would have to sit on a bench, take out my books and wait for teacher.

But faith had something else installed for me. I knocked at the door again, but no one opened it even though i could hear some one moving inside. After much waiting the door opened. But it was her not her daughter. And she looked a bigger mess than I did. Her hairs were loose at many ends. She was completely wet with sweat, her sari was all-loose and her soaked blouse was stuck to her breasts as a superficial layer. For the first time i realized that she was not only a good teacher but also a sexy woman. And as my friends would say ‘Charakku’. I could clearly see her deep cleavage and that dark but beautiful navel. As a drop of sweat trickled down her blouse towards her waist, i felt a sudden thunderous hardon in my pant. Though i successfully hid it, I was feeling uncomfortable. As i entered the room i was blinded for a moment due to change of environment. But as my eyes adjusted themselves, i realized that the room was dark and very hot, with faint light from a semi-open window. I could understand that there was no one else at home (the other rooms were dark as the lights had been put off). Suddenly my eyes fell on something, which projected from underneath the bed .It, was a long Brinjal (Vazhuthananga). In a second, I could know what she was doing.

Even then I acted ignorant, and sat on the bench adjacent to the bed. She sat on the bed as i took out my books .She was quietly pushing the Brinjal under the bed with her feet and i acted as if i didn’t see anything. After doing it she pulled her legs back and when i lifted my head up, i saw her sitting in an awkward pose. i could see her naked thighs .All this was making me more hard and i couldn’t stop looking at her deep cleavage and her legs. She noticed me a couple of times, but didn’t even react. To break the silence i remarkingly said,”It’s really hot, ain’t it”. And in response she gave me a devilish smile and nodded “yes”. Then after a moment or so she got up and told that she was feeling uncomfortable and that she was going to change her dress. Suddenly the devil inside me awakened and told me to get up and follow her. I gently told her that i wanted a glass of water, as I was thirsty due to the heat. She asked me to come inside. I obediently followed to the water filter and she went inside the adjacent room. There was a common door and i could see between the gap of the curtains. After getting the glass of water as i turned back i saw her changing her panties. She had already changed her sari and blouse and i was scolding myself for missing that. Even though she was doing it openly i could see nothing as the sari was hanging down. Then she came out of the room and followed me closely to the study room. She was practically pushing me from behind with her big boobs.

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Again after entering the hot room i sat on the bench while she sat straight and opposite to me. She was sitting with one of her legs kept straight on the bench beside me. The other leg was folded towards her and i could see her panties if i leaned down little. She took the book in her hand and rested it on her knee as she dictated a question. I was becoming mad with hardness and was in no position to do the sum. But even then i kept my head down and tried. As she saw that i couldn’t do it she leaned down to explain the solution. But the only thing i was able to concentrate on was the pendant of her necklace, which was hanging between those two mounds of flesh. Her erect nipples were making a projection on her blouse .As i leaned down to my notebook i could smell the fragrance coming out of her wet cunt. I could see that wet spot on her panty. I thought that she had not realized anything. But she had been noticing everything from the beginning. She moved even close to me and placed her straight leg between my legs. She slowly moved it from the edge of the bench towards my cock .Her leg could feel my hard cock. I could no longer speak as i felt that my heart had stopped beating and had come up to my throat .She started moving her fingers and her toe was searching for my zipper. All this time her head was hidden behind the book .I slowly gathered all my courage and touched her shin and moved towards her knee. She showed no signs of resentment. Infact she moved closer pushing my cock even harder. By now i knew that she wouldn’t stop me if i moved further. So moved towards her thighs and started caressing them with my palms. As i moved inside, she left the book and fell back to rest her head. Her boobs were pushing upwards more than ever. And by now her toe had tore away through my zipper and i helped her leg to touch my tight cock. I started removing her panty and rubbed her pussy while she kept on moaning .I placed my hands on her boobs and started kissing her navel .She had become very hot and both of us were sweating hard. She got up and took off her sari and then her petticoat. But what i wanted to see was her boobs. She slowly hugged me and took my penis out of my pant .She started sucking and masturbating it and I could no longer control myself. I was about to cum in her mouth. But i think she realized it and stopped .I cupped her breasts and unbuttoned her blouse hastily. She wasn’t wearing a bra and i hungrily started sucking her nipples. I was experiencing the biggest bomb of my life as i held a middle-aged woman completely naked in my hands .She pulled me over herself on the bed and took of my shirt. Then she helped me place my cock in that hairy paradise. As i moved to & fro i realized that i was about to cum and i told her that. She took out my penis and masturbated it and i cummed all over her stomach and breasts. She again started working on my cock and it was hard in no time. This time she got on top of me and started moving. I felt a lot of pain, but the enjoyment was bigger than the pain .She exploded into orgasm and soon i cummed inside her. Both of us were exhausted by now and laid naked hugging each other for atleast an hours. After that i got up a cleaned myself in her bathroom. While going home i could still feel her smell coming from me.

After that day i always used to visit her on Saturday’s as her daughter used to be out and she used to be alone at home. Even when her daughter was at home we used to kiss and masturbate each other as her daughter was now made to study inside. Today i am an Engineering student, but i still remember her body and when i go to my home in holidays, i visit her atleast once.

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This story takes place towards the end of my high school. I was over eighteen and ripe with energy that I didn't know where it came from; energy that kept me restless and got me into trouble more than once. There were five members in our household: my uncle, his wife, my grandmother, my younger aunt, and myself. My younger aunt was the smallest of my mother's siblings and was still waiting to be married. But this story is not about her; it is about my uncle's wife. My uncle's wife didn't really like my presence in what would technically be considered her house. I was entrusted into my uncle's guardianship due to circumstances beyond my control and she had no choice but to accept my presence, but it was very clear from the beginning that she did so reluctantly. Our interaction, most of the time, was as minimal as possible. My room was a bit isolated from the rest of the house because of its purpose as a guest room. My daily routine was set so that after coming home from school, I would eat my lunch and disappear from the rest of the family until it was dinner time. After that I would disappear until the next. My family members only interacted with me if there was something I needed to help with but usually I kept to me and them to themselves.

The first incident that brought about a minor change was on a rather hot day when my uncle's wife her name is Vidhya came to my room and asked me to hook her bra in the back. She was fresh out of bath, probably to stay cool, and I assumed my younger aunt or my grandmother was not around, so she had come to me for help. It is not uncommon for ladies to ask some male child in the house to do this kind of thing when there are no females available. Only the children are supposed to be a lot younger than I was because of modesty. It is very uncommon to ask a sexually mature boy to do it because of the feelings it can arouse. To top it all, it was the aunt that really didn't like me, so I had to assume she had no other choice. She was holding her shirt in front to cover herself and she had moved her wet and dripping hair around her neck to the front as well. Her back was bare for me to see. I had helped my younger aunt many times with the same, so the routine was nothing new to me. I averted my eyes as much as possible and quickly managed to hook her bra. She flicked her hair back onto her back and started to put her shirt on. Once it was on her, she pulled her hair out and straightened them and uttered a quick thank you and left without looking at me.

My uncle's wife is not as slim as my younger aunt is because of being married and all. She is wider in her back and has a few bulges around where the nala of her shalwar is tied. Her back is also meatier, so when my fingers rubbed on her back, it felt nicer than it had been with my other aunt. When I went back to my books after she had left, her shiny, brown skin stayed as background effect on the pages. The incident faded from memory soon. It was about a week or so later when she came to my room again and asked me to hook her bra. This time she was not straight out of the bath; instead she was coming from her room where it seemed she was getting ready to go somewhere. She was wearing new, ironed clothes and was smelling of nice perfume, which she usually only does when she and my uncle go visit somebody in another village. It was Sunday, so that made sense because my uncle was home and must have planned a small trip. I was surprised a bit when I realized that if my uncle was home, then why did she come to me to hook her bra? He could have done it for her. I assumed that my younger aunt and my grandmother were not available yet once again; that's why she came to me. Probably my uncle had stepped out or something.

This time she wore a bright colored bra. The reddish color of the material actually overpowered the brownish color of her skin and it was the color of her bra that stayed in my mind, instead of the color of her skin. My fingers retained the nice warmth of her skin a while longer as well. Still everything was on the up and up. I didn't make anything out of it, although I did feel a bit uncomfortable having to do something at my age which usually women ask children much younger than me to do. She was my aunt though and it was perfectly okay for her to come to me, as I was her nephew, which was almost the same as being her son. One morning, as I was about to leave for school, she asked me to come with her before going out. My uncle had already gone and my younger aunt and my grandmother were busy somewhere around or out of the house. I followed her to her room. As I waited for her to tell me what she wanted me to do, she crossed her hands in front of her, grabbed her shirt from the sides and started to lift it up and off of her. Her back was towards me, so I couldn't really see anything that I hadn't seen before. She didn't have a bra on as I was able to see her entire back without being distracted by the strap.

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She bent over a little and picked up a bra from her bed and started to wrap it around her breasts. It was during that bending and extending her hands outward to put her bra on that I saw the sides of her breasts clearly. She held the two straps on her back and asked me to hook her up. I moved close to her quickly and did as I was told. She picked her shirt up, put her hands through the bottom and slid it over her head and onto her body. She turned around as she was still fixing it and smiled. She thanked me for the help and I took my leave to go to school. All day I kept seeing the sides of her breasts in my mind and kept thinking about the way she had fixed her shirt around her breasts after she thanked me. Even her smile seemed special in the afterglow of her breasts shining from her sides. I had finally seen a glimpse of a small part of a woman's breasts. It was special. I did wonder why she didn't ask any other member of the family to hook her up, specially my uncle because she must have put her shirt on in his presence. Then I thought that may be she just forgot and when she did remember, I was the only one around.

I knew it was a rare occurrence to see that much of her because chances of that happening again were very little. My younger aunt or someone else would normally be around to take care of the situation. It came as a big surprise when a few days later she asked me again to help her before going to school. As before, she removed her shirt and looked for her bra to put on. It wasn't on the bed. She looked around to see where it was and found it sitting on her dresser. She had to turn left to go there and that meant that she had to expose her naked front to me. She put her hands on her breasts, sort of cupped them, and went to the dresser. I tried to look down to avoid seeing anything, but not before I got an eyeful. I saw her front; except the parts that were covered by her hands. I was embarrassed by the situation and felt a little flustered, but it was exciting as well. I actually felt a little warm. She went to the dresser and put the bra on her breasts while my eyes stayed glued to the floor. She called me once she had put it on and held it in position. I moved behind her to do the hooking. Only she was standing in front of a mirror and I could see both sides of her; her back directly and her front through the reflection in the mirror. Tried as I might but I couldn't help looking into the mirror. She was looking directly at me and our eyes met.

I felt embarrassed by being so "caught" by her, but I had no choice. I saw her cleavage, her belly, her belly button, and the part below her navel. A sudden rush in my blood flow made my vision go blurry but I recovered quickly. I hooked her bra and left without saying anything. I didn't even give her a chance to say thank you this time. I was feeling ashamed of having seen my aunt so without clothes. I don't know what made me stop and look back as I stepped out of the door. She was facing me and was watching me leave. Our eyes met again, this time directly, without the benefit of a reflection. She seemed lost somewhere and gave me a slight smile but didn't say anything. I rushed out of there as fast as I could. Her cleavage, her belly, and the area below her navel stayed in my mind all through the day, as did the embarrassment. When I came home that afternoon, I didn't have the courage to even go eat my lunch. I was afraid of coming face to face with her. I didn't know if she was upset at my boldness of looking at her directly that morning. I was very hungry though and I couldn't even think, let alone do my homework, because my brain needed some nourishment. I was startled when she came to my room with my food. I was grateful for her thoughtfulness and I even managed to come out and eat where we normally eat our food.

She let a few days pass before she asked me to hook her bra up again. This time she didn't need to go to the dresser so everything was standard. Except when I finished hooking her up, she didn't put her shirt on. She actually turned around to face me in just her bra. Her shirt stayed on the bed. She smiled and thanked me and asked me if it was becoming too much for me to do this small thing for her. My eyes were focused on her chest. I tried, but failed, to reciprocate her smile. I was too nervous to speak or to do anything else. I just shook my head and took my leave. Obviously she was becoming more and more comfortable with me; that is why she no longer cared about putting her shirt on right away. She felt okay in letting me see her only in her bra. Only that made me very uncomfortable. I didn't want to see her only in her bra. She looked good that way and I didn't want to feel about her the way I ended up feeling. I actually enjoyed seeing her that naked. My breathing became uneven. I even felt movement in my lower regions and I knew that wasn't good or even allowed. But there was no way for me to tell her to stop doing that. I couldn't come out and say to her that she should cover herself up because I was starting to get excited by her. I didn't know why she didn't realize for herself that it wasn't appropriate for her to show that much of herself to me. I just figured that our relationship was secure enough that she didn't need to worry about me getting excited. I actually felt guilty for having such feelings after seeing her. It became a routine for me to every morning help her with her bra. She would go to her room. Take her shirt off while facing away from me and towards her bed. The bra was always on her bed, which she would put on her breasts and extend the straps to back where I would reach over and hook it up. Simple and quick, but always significant.

One day she went to her room and took her shirt off as usual. I realized very quickly that something was different when I found myself looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts were completely visible to my eyes, which popped out of their sockets at that incredible sight. It turned out that she had left her bra on her dresser and out of habit she took her shirt off in front of the mirror where I could see her topless. She realized her mistake quickly and covered her breasts with her hands while screaming slightly, "Hai maan!" oh mother! As her eyes looked into my face and found me so flabbergasted, she said, "Turn around quickly, I don't want you to see me like this." I mechanically turned while trying to memorize that view and imprint it on my brain. I didn't want to forget it. That was my first time seeing a woman's breasts so completely and so closely. They were even better than I had ever imagined them to be. My aunt's breasts were big and round and supple and beautiful. Her nipples were big and strong and pointy. Her flesh looked delicious. Try as I might not to, I became erect nonetheless. When she called me back towards her again, I found her red and flushed. I was flushed myself. When our eyes met through the mirror, we looked away from each other quickly. They met a few times though. She really looked embarrassed, as did I. But nothing was said other than the looks of embarrassment. As I was leaving, she said, "You won't tell anyone about what happened, would you?"

Her question caught me by surprise. "Who am I going to tell?"

I looked at her to see if she would say more, but she didn't and after a brief pause, I just left. My eyes kept seeing those breasts all day long. She came to my room after lunch. It took her a while before she spoke. She said, "I feel so ashamed for what happened this morning?"

I thought about an answer for a few moments; then replied softly, "There is nothing to be ashamed of. It was an accident."

"Yes, it was." She smiled weakly. "I promise it won't happen again."

That would be a pity, I thought to myself. I would have liked to see those breasts again. I said nothing though. It seemed like she waited expectedly to hear something from me. When nothing came, she said, "You didn't feel too uncomfortable, I hope."

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"I did, at first, but when I realized that it was a fluke thing, I got over it."

"Well, I am sorry about that."

Again I said nothing and she left after waiting for a while for me to say something. I didn't know what I was supposed to say, so I had stayed quiet. Things were a bit tense and quiet the next time we performed our routine. I felt bad because I think she felt bad but there was nothing I could say or do to make her feel better. I wanted to make her feel better though because I think she was making a big deal out of an accident. But how, that was the question. Then it came to me. So far we had done what we were doing, that is hooking her up, in absolute silence. There was never any conversation between us other than thank you from her. I usually followed her and did what I was supposed to do and then left without saying anything. I knew that I had to break the silence or she may stop asking me for help. The subject came without much searching. Next time I was hooking her up, I made a remark as casually as possible, "Auntie, you seem to prefer red a lot?"

That was the first time I acknowledged the fact that I had paid attention to what I was doing. She replied, "I don't know why, but I like red. It makes me feel different."

We actually had a conversation about her underwear. I wanted to know if she had matching panties on, but I didn't express my thoughts. I think she was relieved at my breaking the silence, so she asked me quickly, fearing that the silence may creep back in, and “What color do you think I should try?"

"I don't know. I hear a lot of good things about black."

From silence to saying mouthful, we had made a huge progress. Later on, as I reflected on our conversation, I couldn't believe I had suggested that my aunt should wear black underwear. It was a bit intimate for us to discuss something as personal as undergarments, panties and bras to be specific, but we had done it. I guess after dealing with her bra for so long, it was only a slight jump to discussing it. In our culture though, that was a big jump. Next day, sure enough, her bra was black. The fact that she had worn it after my suggestion, when in the past her bras were normally red or white, was a significant thing and I had to say something.

"I see you are wearing black today." Was all I could come up with?

"Well, you suggested it. So, how does it look?" She asked boldly as she gave me a view of both front and back.

"It looks better than red." Was all I could come up with, again? She smiled and I felt that a huge wall had been lifted from between us. A wall that not only consisted of the silence and formality that we usually had, but of something else as well, of another barrier. As I was leaving, she said, "I know I am going to feel very embarrassed and even ashamed later, but look."

I turned to look and she had pulled her shalwar down a little to expose her panty. It was a matching panty. I just laughed. She laughed with me.

I tell you, I felt hard all day long. There was an erection between my legs that just wouldn't go away. I kept thinking of my aunt, of her bra, of her panties, even of her naked breasts as I had the privilege of seeing them once, even though accidentally. I felt special because she took my advice and choose a color that I had suggested. I imagined her thinking of me when she bought those and that made me feel excited. My aunt was thinking of me when she was buying her underwear. Imagine that, my aunt buying underwear because of me, dare I say, for me. She came to my room that afternoon. There was nothing she talked about, only fiddled with my books a little. Then she left quickly. I understood that her presence was the result of that special intimacy that we had shared. She just wanted to be around me, as I wanted her to be around. I felt good. Next morning, I asked her, "So, what did uncle say about your new color?" There was a faint but naughty smile on my lips. She beamed when she answered, "Oh, I didn't show it to him." There was more she almost blurted out but she stopped herself there. Deep down, I felt the power. She didn't want to show to my uncle what was between the two of us. I realized the special bond that had been created between us. That bond only became clearer when she came to my room the next afternoon as well. We had become friends, I felt. Having a female friend felt different, in a good sort of way.

A few days later, she told me, "I have a surprise for you."

When I went to her room and finished hooking her up, she turned around and put her hands on her hips. "What do you think?" she asked. I looked at her with amazement on my face. She was wearing a black lace bra. I could see her nipples through the lace, even though they were barely visible because the color of her nipples was dark enough to blend in with the lace. I was speechless. She smiled almost victoriously. She said, "I guess the look on your face says everything."

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