No desire to debate
This story happened when I was a freshman in college. At the age of eighteen, I was a tall, well-built man with a dignified appearance. As a member of the college football team, I participated in many activities. One time, before a game, a girl gave me a blowjob in the locker room bathroom to cheer me up. After we won the game I fucked her brains out in the same bathroom as I got a double.
Life was great until I got seriously injured in a game and retired from football. Since I couldn't play football, and for a while, at the urging of my roommate (who was the secretary of the debate club and knew I needed a change), I joined the intercollegiate debate team organized by our college because I was feeling a little tired due to my injury. frustrated). We were all given responsibility for field delegations - I was given the leadership of a team from St. George's College, Delhi - a very prestigious and elite institution.
On the appointed day, I went to the airport to meet the team. It was routine, but when I saw this amazing woman accompanying the delegation, my jaw dropped. Her name is Rachel Abraham and she is a teacher at St. George's College. I spoke to her several times on the phone and found her voice captivating. Little did I know that her voice was nothing compared to her body. She wore a chiffon saree paired with a sleeveless blouse, revealing most of her flat stomach. The shirt had a relatively low neckline, leaving her breasts clearly visible as she bent over to pick up her luggage.
Main Hoon Na is full of Sushmita Sen vibes! She has an hourglass figure and a tanned complexion - a true Indian beauty. Her breasts, although not very big, fit her body perfectly. Her liveliness made her look taller. She was sexy enough that I couldn't see that the two debaters on the team - women my age wearing tank tops and shorts, showing off their slim legs and toned abs - that I should consider having sex with them. I could feel the twitching in my pants and I immediately corrected myself to make sure it wasn't noticed. I introduced myself and she smiled at me - besides being sexy, she had a pleasant personality.
I spent a lot of time with Ms. Rachel over the next two days - after breakfast, once the group started, it was basically just the two of us. Unlike other senior teachers, she was interested in exploring the campus. As we talked, I learned more about her. She is 30 years old and has only taught for two years. There was definitely some sexual tension between us. When we were in a quieter part of the university, she said it would be a perfect spot to meet and joked that I might have a lot of fun there, giving me a wink. She also told me about her recent breakup and asked about my relationship status.
Things quickly got a little heated between us while we were in the gym. She looked around to make sure no one was around, then turned her back to me and allowed me to tie up a loose string from her shirt. She brushed her silky hair back with her hands and showed me her backless blouse. Seeing her naked back made me so horny that every now and then I wanted to bend her forward and hold her. But since I wasn't sure what the gesture meant, I held back and just touched her back with my fingers. She smiled evilly and responded. I picked up the pace and ran my fingers over her waist and belly. I was a little surprised when she put her hands on my neck. That was the signal I needed. I kissed her neck while I held her waist with both hands and slowly moved one hand down towards her pussy as I scanned the room. This made her let out a small moan. Just as the fun began, we heard footsteps coming from the next hallway. I quickly disconnected from her, she cleaned her sari and we fled the scene - with a slight blush on our cheeks.
After that, we had no chance to be intimate during the day, although the sexual tension between us was beyond normal. The conversation was full of innuendos and touching. We almost got caught playing football under the dining room table.
That night was "off night" and the teams that advanced to the knockout rounds from the final day of competition were announced. Most of the time it involves good food and lots of secret alcohol and drugs, which often leads to sex.
I'm excited to see what Ms. Rachel will wear to this party. Will it be another sexy sari or something more modern – maybe a dress? I wanted to fuck her so bad I could feel the bulge in my pants just thinking about her. To my disappointment, she was nowhere to be seen. I looked around and saw their delegation but could not spot them. Just as I was about to ask one of the popular debaters on the St. George team about her whereabouts, I heard the teacher in charge of our debate club call my name. She told me, ma'am, that Rachel wasn't feeling well and was resting in her room. She handed me a strip of crocin tablets and asked me to take them to her room in the girls' dormitory. To supplement, I got a bottle of vodka from a friend and took it with me. Normally, men are not allowed to enter this neighborhood, but since I had permission from my homeroom teacher, I could enter.
I climbed the stairs with anticipation, my heart racing. When I got to her room, I calmed down, straightened my clothes, and then knocked on the door. She opened the door and smiled at me. She wore a long kurta. Just a long kurta. The cream colored chikankari kurta showed off her perfect figure. I also noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath and I saw her perfect, perky breasts for the first time. Her toned legs were on full display and even though she was wearing lingerie, I could see her thigh gap through the kurta.She looked me up and down. She took a bottle of vodka and a strip of crocin tablets from me and walked into the room. I carefully locked the door and followed her.
She threw the saffron tablets in the trash and sat comfortably on her single bed, one hand behind her back and a sip from the bottle with the other. "Do you know why I asked her to send you off?" she said, and motioned for me to sit next to her. I upped the ante and knelt before her. I bent down, picked up her legs and put them on my shoulders. I kissed her calves and slowly moved up to her thighs, just in front of her pussy, letting her put the bottle on the nightstand and lie down on the bed. I took off her bra and saw her pussy for the first time - it was so perfectly symmetrical, with no protruding lips - a mysterious cave waiting to be explored. There was a small bush around her, but I didn't care. Even though I wanted nothing more than to take her out every now and then, I decided to lighten the mood with some foreplay.
I kissed and caressed her calves again. I slowly moved up her thighs, getting closer and closer to her femininity - completely relaxed. She reacted to this by playing with her breasts through her kurta and letting out a soft moan. When I put my mouth on her pussy, her pussy started getting wet. I kissed it softly and felt her left hand running through my hair, trying to hold it tight. I continued kissing the outside and then deliberately stuck my tongue inside.
As I did this, her moans grew louder and my response deepened. I stuck my tongue into her pussy, caressing every crevice and nook, feeling the soft wetness inside. I went deeper, exploring the depths of her pussy. While we were immersed in our intimate passion, her phone suddenly rang, distracting us and waking us up from the zoo. I removed my mouth from her pussy so she could join the call. Her answer made me realize that she was the teacher in charge of our debating club, and then an indecent thought came to my mind.
While she was still on the phone, I put my mouth back on her pussy and started penetrating deeper with my tongue, full of force and aggression. She was trying to hold back her moans, it was turning her on so much. She tried to stop me with her free hand, but I held her tight. All she could manage now was a monosyllabic reply. To my delight, the old woman on the other end of the phone didn't hang up. Ma'am, this argument was too much for Rachel, and she suddenly said, "Okay, bye!" and cut off the call. She threw the phone on the bed, pulled me up hard, kissed me, and we Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, making out with me sloppily. I lay on top of her on the bed and felt her hands slowly move to my jeans, unbuttoning them. Take off the panties too. My cock is free, fully erect and oozing with cum as we make out, Ms. Rachel strokes my cock and gives me a handjob with precum.
Soon my patience with foreplay ran out. I took out the condom I had kept in my purse and put it on while Ms. Rachel stripped off her sleeveless top. When I saw her perfect naked body I couldn't wait to be inside her. She took another drink from the bottle, lay on the bed, spread her legs and invited me to fuck her. If I ever wanted to be gentle, it was when I saw When she invited me to photograph her naked body. I turned her around sharply and slapped her ass several times. She let out a small scream but didn't tell me to stop. I pulled her body up, made her kneel and inserted my cock into her pussy from behind. It felt so good to have my six inch cock inside her warm, wet pussy. I continued to thrust into her, increasing the speed and intensity, but she still moaned loudly. My skin slapped loudly against hers, and I was glad our neighbors were at the break party, otherwise the thin walls would have given us away.
I pulled her hair and reached out with my other hand, grabbing her breast and pinching her nipple. Fucking her in that position was pure ecstasy. The whole evening was like a porn movie and I was practically immersed in it!
After we fucked doggy style for a while, Rachel came to the conclusion that she had been submissive for too long. She stopped fucking and pushed me onto the bed. She then put her body on top of mine and made out with me while inserting my cock into her pussy with her fingers.
She rode me like a possessed woman, twerking and squirming on the bed in a way that put the college whores I usually fucked to shame. She put her palms on my thighs and rode me. I put my hands on her plump ass, grabbing and scratching that beauty.
I couldn't hold on much longer and screamed, "I'm going to cum!" When she heard this, she immediately got off my cock and knelt on the floor between my legs, spreading them apart. In one quick motion she ripped off the condom and took my entire cock into her mouth. It only took a few seconds for me to cum all of my load into her mouth as she started bouncing her head up and down. She swallowed every drop like a champ.
I was completely exhausted at this point. Ms. Rachel, still naked, got up and sat on the table and took another sip of vodka (swallowing the cum, haha). I walked up to her and gave her a kiss. She handed me the bottle and I took a sip myself. While I drank, she nonchalantly played with my balls, making my cock twitch.
Just as I was about to continue wringing her brains out, I realized that the party time was almost here and the delegates were starting to head back to their rooms, making it difficult for me to sneak out without knowing.
I got dressed and prepared to leave the room. Mrs. Rachel is a little drunk now. Still naked, she gave me a sloppy kiss before letting me go. I tiptoed out of the building and luckily didn't get caught.
We didn't have much alone time the next day. Representatives from teams that did not advance to the top 16 were also hanging out on campus, and it was difficult to find a quiet place. Ms. Rachel changed her saree into formal western wear (blouse, skirt and blazer) today. I couldn't help but imagine her naked body down there.
As expected, St. George's advanced to the finals held in the main hall. After the finals, whether they win or lose, it's over and I just have to fuck Rachel again, ma'am. This is my life's work.
Behind the main hall, at the end of the long corridor, are two green rooms. Ms Rachel accompanied her team on stage to support them and when the debate began she stood on either side listening to it. The St. George team was scheduled to leave a few hours after the debate, meaning they would not stay overnight. I expect the debate will be over in about half an hour. This was my last and only chance to taste this beautiful woman and I knew if I missed it I would regret it for a long time.
I decided to take a chance and wrote on a piece of paper: "Only 30 minutes left." I slipped it into Ms. Rachel's hand as I headed to the St. George Green Room. As I pace the room, my heart races. Will she come? Is she interested enough to leave her team during the finals? All these thoughts ran through my mind when I heard the door open. Rachel, the lady, walked in in all her sexy glory and locked the door behind her. Not daring to waste a moment, I pounced on her, with suppressed desire, kissed her with all my passion, and then pushed her to the door. She responded, though she hadn't lost her sense of urgency.
I also realized that at any moment there was going to be another student (or worse, a teacher) knocking on the door, and neither Ms. Rachel nor I could provide a reasonable explanation as to why the two of us were locked in the lounge . Final exams were in progress and the entire university, including the president, was gathered in the auditorium just one corridor away. I can't express how excited I am about this whole situation! A heated debate was raging in a room full of people just a stone's throw away from us, and Ms. Rachel and I were carrying on like there was no tomorrow.
Last night's foreplay was a luxury we couldn't afford. We only had about 20 minutes or so. As we kissed passionately we took off our clothes and threw them across the room. Soon we were down to just our underwear. I grabbed her soft breasts and squeezed them hard while her hand went inside my boxers and played with her hard cock.
I grabbed her waist, turned her around, and ended the kiss. She pulled her panties down to her ankles and took them off, then put her hand on the door while I wore a condom. Then I entered her slowly from behind. Our passionate kiss made her so wet that I could gently enter her pussy with my entire cock. I hit her from behind while holding her breasts tightly and she struggled to keep her voice down, often covering her mouth with her hands. Something is wrong with me - I want to soak in the beauty of this sexy goddess one last time - to see how her beautiful body responds to the feeling of my hard cock fully inside her - this feeling of satisfaction and pleasure is on her face . .
I pulled her out, still holding her waist, and pushed her toward the dressing table, which had a large mirror in front of it. Then I came inside her again. Yes! This is what I've been looking for. This is what I was born for! Watching her beautiful breasts sway with every thrust of my cock. Watching her face contort every time my cock touched the depths of her pussy. Watch as her hand barely grasps the wooden frame of the mirror. See her smooth, bald, sweaty back, the marks left by my nails.
In the midst of all these thoughts I felt like I was about to cum and she was about to cum too. I sucked as hard as I could and then ejaculated into the condom. A few seconds later, her climax came, and this time she didn't cover her mouth again, but let out a long, loud moan, full of pure, unadulterated pleasure. If someone was in the hallway, they would definitely hear us. Luckily, we were lucky that day, very lucky.
I slumped in the chair behind me, Ms. Rachel sitting on my lap with her back to me. We were all panting and sweating profusely. We had the best sex of our lives. I definitely did it! Unfortunately, this will be the last time, at least for the foreseeable future. With no sense of time, we kissed passionately one last time to commemorate our brief but intense sexual relationship, then picked up our clothes from the floor and got dressed again. We snuck out of the break room, making sure no one saw us. To be safe we went to the wings on different sides of the auditorium. When we reached our respective seats, the final speeches were in progress, but when our eyes met, the debater's eloquent words were just noise to both of us, and we were mentally undressing each other, like animals in our minds Have sex. The emotion of the moment was so strong that we could start having sex in the middle of the audience without caring about what was going on around us.
Our thoughts were finally put to rest when the debate ended and the St. George team came to join Rachel, Madam, while I was busy arranging the awards.
As expected, St. George's won the debate. Rachel Ma'am joined the team for the celebrations, but the event was cut short as they planned to fly back to Delhi.
I dropped the team off at the airport. I wanted to kiss Rachel so bad that I almost screamed when I couldn't. All we could manage was a hug, a little tighter and longer than a hug between a student from one university and a visiting teacher from another. Her team was too busy celebrating to notice or care. I tried to express all my feelings in that hug, and I know she did the same. I saw her entering the airport with her team and that was the last time I saw this wonderful woman.
Ms. Rachel and I stayed in touch for some time after the debate. We talk about life and stuff and even flirt a little bit now and then.
About a year later, she posted photos from the wedding on Facebook. She is indeed a beautiful bride and her husband is indeed a very happy man.
As for me, I'm back on the football team after recovering from my injury, and I'm going to give a blowjob in the locker room tonight before the big game! ;)
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