I am a college student. I live in a flat with two friends. Every now and then we host get-togethers at our apartment – booze is a must, accompanied by music, sometimes it gets loud. Neighbors do complain, but seriously who gives a fuck.

Anyways, this is something that happened last week. We as usual bunked classes and smoked up the whole afternoon. After countless hours everyone started craving for munchies.The three of us decided to visit the department store which is just across the road.

Straightaway we grabbed some chips and started eating them like they were the last few packets left on the planet earth. While we were busy filling our mouths instead of our stomachs, a cute girl ( I mean really cute ) came to us.Her clothes said that she worked in the store and name tag said “Rusmita”. In a very polite way, she asked us not to eat. My friend asked her the reason, to which she said that we hadn’t yet paid for it. We have been living there for 3 years and we know each and every guy of the store.

I asked her whether she was new or what. The answer was affirmative; in fact, she had joined the previous day only. I tried to explain to her that it was fine and we were not going to run away, but she didn’t seem to understand. In the end, the manager had to intervene. But deep inside I just didn’t want it to end. That girl was all over my mind.

Next day I went there again to buy some stuff. She was there, but now on the counter. Bought something and went to her. She looked at me and then got busy with merrying herself with the beep sound. She wasn’t paying any attention towards what I was doing. That was the time I had some serious look at her body. Boobs definitely 34, waist – 30 around I guess with the perfect amount of fat, couldn’t reach down to the ass. She must be 5 feet 5 inches tall.

In the end, she asked me if I needed a poly bag , she looked at me and I started smiling like a dumbfuck. I have no idea what happened to my lips, they just wouldn’t close. And there she was looking at me in sheer amazement. She must be thinking ” what’s up with this guy? Is he a fucking retard?” .Anyways, paid my bill and got out.

Never mind. Next day was Saturday and friends decided to get … as fuck and that too by doing shots. OK. But the problem was that we didn’t have shot glasses. Time to hit the store again. I and my friend grabbed two glasses and again went to her counter, although her counter had the longest line.

She grazed her eyes on us and I could see her lips broaden a bit. . Our turn came and I put the glasses on her counter. She beeped them again and asked whether we needed a carry bag. Me and my friends started laughing and I said ” Itni si chhoti cheez k liye bhi carry bag, kya yaar!!”. She also started giggling. And then to my utter surprise, she asked ” kya piyoge isme? Beer?”. We again started laughing and then I explained her the purpose of those glasses.

Next day was Sunday . Woke up at around 2 in the afternoon. I hardly remember any Sunday without a hangover, so was this one. My head was paining like hell and i needed some coffee. Went to the kitchen to find that there was no coffee left. It was time to hit the store again. I was hoping that she wouldn’t be there, but she was. Today I wasn’t in the mood of flirting but then suddenly something struck me.

I took coffee and also picked two cups. It was Sunday and there were very few people. I went to the counter and kept the coffee and the cups. I was smiling again and so was she . Just looking at her cute smile was so mesmerizing. She broke the silence by saying “Kal vodka aur aaj coffee!”.

I asked her “Do you like the cups”. She said, ” yeah, they are lovely”. Then I said, “So this means that you would like to have a cup of coffee”. She didn’t say anything and just returned to her work. But in the end gave me the cute smile again.

For next three days, I went there just to meet her and buy some useless stuff. On the 4th day i.e. Thursday she agreed to have a cup of coffee and I asked for her phone number. She usually gets free after five in the evening. She also lives nearby and we met at a restaurant. Had coffee and then I asked her if she really didn’t know the difference between vodka and beer. She said that she really didn’t know but wanted to try vodka once.

We then chit-chatted for a while and then decided to leave as it was getting late. While returning I asked her if she wanted some shots. She hesitated but agreed after a while.

We straightaway went to my apartment. I had already texted my friends to go out for few hours. I opened the door and asked her to sit on the mattress. Brought the two glasses and poured some … into them.

With a fair warning about the taste, I asked her to swallow it all in just one go. Hahaha… her face after the first shot, fucking amazing. I asked her to do one more, she resisted but again agreed after a bit persuasion. Again the same face. She started all that bullshit about why people drink if it is so bad in taste. I was waiting for it to kick in.

We were sitting there, talking to each other when she said that she is feeling something. It was something warm and suddenly her shoulders were light. I went close to her and pressed her shoulders from behind. She first looked at me by turning her head and then kept it on my chest.

That was for the first time I smelled her hair. It was so fresh and something like I have never smelled before. I slowly removed my hands from her shoulders and slid them down her hands and held her palm. She was leaning all over me now. I moved my nose to her left ear and started slowly rubbing it. She didn’t resist even a bit. Then I bit it. I heard her moan. She turned, looked at me and came even closer.

Without losing even a moment I kissed her. Those lips were so soft. She is a good kisser, she responded to my each move with a better one. Like when I bit her lower lip, she got on her knees , pressed her boobs against my chest and bit my ears while licking them. God! It was like heaven. We missed each other for like 10 minutes. Then I guess the … started losing its effect. I took one more shot and gave her too. She took it immediately.

I asked her to take off her top. She smiled and asked me to do it. I took it off in no time. Aaahhh those breasts were just waiting for one snap to break free from that tight black bra of hers. I couldn’t resist and dug my face into her cleavage. I was kissing them like a lion who hadn’t eaten in days. Mmm ….those soft, juicy melons. I could have lived there for eternity.

When I got overexcited I just pulled out her right breast and put the nipple in my mouth. She wasn’t resisting at all. I sucked it to my full. She removed her bra. I was dinned on those perfect tits for like countless minutes.

She took off my shirt and kissed me all over my chest and neck. She is a wild tigress, trust me ! While doing so, even gave me some love marks. One is right on my neck. I had one more shot while she was licking my chest.

Her firm ass was filling my palms and her nipples were inside my mouth. Licking, sucking and what not. I moved my hand to hey pussy. She was already dripping. The wet spot was clearly visible. Removed her pants and started rubbing her clitoris. Also, put one finger inside her vagina. Mmmm …it was so warm and wet.

I too got completely naked and she started stroking my penis.

She took it inside her mouth and started sucking it. I liked her techniques . She has a special way of rolling the tongue over the glans before giving it a stroke. She even rolls her tongue while stroking and then takes it whole in.Man, it’s awesome!

We got into 69 and I started licking her pussy. She was literally dripping. Her brown pussy is tight, reasonably tight. I felt like she came about 2 times. Her muscles tensed and she moaned loudly.

But then the worst thing imaginable happened. She received a phone call from her roommate. She had to leave as it was urgent. I asked her to at least made me cum once. She started giggling again. I don’t know what happened to me.I pushed her on the mattress. Went to her face and put my cock on her lips.

She understood and started sucking it again. I stopped her and began fucking her mouth. She made me stop in between and asked me not to cum in her mouth. I obliged. After 2-3 minutes of hard mouth fuck which was full of gagging, I finally came.

She was again smiling. Her smile is like Mona Lisa’s. The only difference is that I have fucked this ones. While she was getting dressed I grabbed her pussy and said “ab zindagi me bas yahi chaiye” she laughed and said “next time dear”. We smooched for a while and then I dropped her.

Hi dear readers, I am Rony. The following is an incident about how a 35-year-old beautiful lady professor, who was on the verge of divorce, explored with a young professor (me) to satisfy her sexual appetite.

Being a young professor with good looks, good teaching skills and camaraderie with students always made me a college favorite. I always received anonymous letters at my table … requests to which I never responded. It was because deep down I knew it was unethical to indulge in such acts.

Two months after I joined my college, I was walking down the office lane when I saw a beautiful Indian lady. A very nice plated saree, long hair, enough makeup, beautiful eyes, and a body I couldn’t keep my eyes off. I wanted to know her then and there, but since I had class, I had to rush away. Later I found out that she was the new faculty and her name was Gayu (name changed).

I was so sad she was not in my department. But I was happy that I would see her around the campus. And life continued as normal. Although I met her a few times here and there, I couldn’t really strike up a conversation.

A few weeks later, the day came. I was having breakfast alone in the canteen when an unfamiliar voice called me from behind and asked if she could join me. To my surprise, it was Ms Gayu. She was wearing a red saree. She just looked like a true sex goddess. I obliged positively and we started to eat our food.

Upon inquiry, I came to know that she was a mallu who was raised in north India just like me. She had a 5-year-old daughter and was married. But her hubby resided in Mumbai and she stayed in Bangalore in a PG, which was closer to my flat. And this was the point I focused on more.

The vibe between us was very natural, maybe because we could talk in English, Malayalam, and Hindi. In the eventual days, we started to meet in the canteen and got a lot free with each other. Since her PG was closer to my flat, she even joined me for my morning walks.

One day while discussing and talking about life, I just casually asked her, “Missing your husband?” to which she said, “Yeah sure, if you say so.”

I sensed something was wrong. She then asked me about my dating life. I replied, “I like to keep things casual and don’t like commitments and that there is a secret”.

She asked me to spill the secret and I didn’t. And since we were jogging and walking, I saw her armpit sweat patch on her t-shirt. I was just imagining its taste and the smell it might have.

That evening while returning from college, we were walking and she was kind of in a bad mood. I asked her what the issue was and she didn’t say. Then I said, “Let’s have tea”. I thought that would cheer her up.

Then we went to a nearby bakery and ordered tea. While having tea, she told me, “Rony, I have something to tell you. Or else my head will burst”.

I asked, “What happened?”

Then came the surprise. Gayu said that she and her husband were on the verge of divorce and that she had an argument with her husband on the phone during college. Upon being asked further, she said that since her daughter’s birth, her husband was barely interested in sex with her. She probably had sex with her husband around 6 times in the last 5 years. She also suspected him of having an affair back in Mumbai.

I was genuinely sad for her at that point and told her to go ahead and make the right decisions. Since she was wearing a saree, I could see her breasts in her cute little blouse and the visible bra strap. Then we went to our homes.

At night, I texted her to relax and sleep well to which she didn’t reply. The next day we went for our walk as usual. She said that she had slept early after talking to her daughter and hence could not reply.

After that, she asked me my secret about my dating life. I said I couldn’t share it, but she insisted. I finally gave up and told her, “Although I like young girls, I like having relations with mature women.”

She asked, “What type of mature women?”

I said, “Married ones.”

She said I was lying. I was like, no. Then I told her about my experiences with my HOD back when I was studying and my previous flat owner’s wife.

Even I showed her my texts on my phone. She just couldn’t believe it and I guess she started judging me. I said, “I have personal choices and it’s okay if you don’t wanna be friends anymore.”

Gayu said that it was not an issue and that she didn’t expect this secret. After this point, I guess the ice was finally broken. We became more free and I even used to talk to her daughter on call and won her trust.

I took care of her when she was sick or on her periods, by getting her things she needed. She even came to my flat and cooked for us on holidays once she came back from Kerala after visiting her daughter. She had changed her dress in my flat. I wasn’t there but I had kept the keys for her.

Upon returning, I found the biggest gift of all. Gayu had left a pile of clothes near my laundry bag. In that, it was her t-shirt a black panty and her purple bra. I immediately took out the panty, saw the white marks on it, and sniffed it. It masturbated twice to it. I smelled the bra and the t-shirt and its armpit stains. I so wanted to get her laid.