Hi! This is Abhishek (name changed), from Kolkata. I am an avid reader of HD and I like almost all the stories that are published in this site. Here I want to share with you folks an experience of my life.
Before that, let me introduce myself. I am a Bengali. I love travelling, especially in the mountains. Painting and photography are my two other hobbies which I pursue for the food of my heart.
This particular incident which I am going to narrate here occurred more than a decade ago. That was the time this city has not changed its colonial name, and we called her Calcutta. That was the time when sky kissing high-rise apartments were not such a common sight.
Golpark, a posh location in the southern part of this city. In an apartment there, I used to take tuition for painting. I was in the IX standard that time. My painting teacher was a lady. She was at that time in late twenties or early thirties. She had a great figure, admirable. She was tall, beautiful.
I remember her fair complexion, hairs up to hip length, her specs with black rim, and a big bindi on her forehead. She was very much particular about her body and fitness, and she was one of the morning joggers in the nearby lake area.
Her husband, as far as I remember, was a professor of Economics in the nearby university. Both of them had exquisite taste towards art and culture and I remember the walls of their huge apartment were gallery of large paintings and craft works of eminent painters and tribal artisan of our country.
We were a batch of seven-eight students. But among them, I had observed that she used to give a bit of extra care towards me. Most of the days I noticed her, she maintained herself well dressed in saree, sleeveless blouse, bindi, and specs. I used to gaze at her beauty tirelessly; her bare arms, a bangle in her left hand, and a writ watch in her right one; her waist line.
She flaunted her saree bit low waste, and her navel peeped frequently. I was good in painting and I used to think that her partiality towards me was due to that very sole reason. We all batch-mates, including three girls, were obsessed with her figure, and we boys discussed about her a lot amongst us, to which the girls used to laugh a lot, but at times they also participated in it!
I remember, it was a routine class, and at the end, she asked me and Sreshtha (batch-mate) to visit her following Saturday as we both missed the previous class where she taught about tempera painting. We nodded and the time was fixed at noon. It was August, and this time it rains a lot in Bengal.
It was raining for the last three-four days like cats and dogs, and the city had practically come to a hault. I thought that I could not go to the tuition because of the incessant rain. But around 10 am it stopped pouring, and after an hour I changed my mind and decided to go. It was drizzling all through. I reached around 12 noon and aunty opened the door.
She was pretty surprised to see me as Sreshtha called her in the morning and told her that she was not going to come due to rain. Now I was in a fix, what to do. Aunty asked me to seat and she went to the kitchen to fetch water. I sat on the sofa, assuming no class today and me also leaving soon. I was planning how to spend the afternoon.
Movie, or Rahul’s place (friend, who stays nearby). There was not adequate money in my pocket to settle down for a movie ticket! As I was thinking all these trivially, aunty came with the water. She was dressed as usual. And I remember, she didn’t wear her wrist watch that day. She came and sat by my side and offered me water.
But I don’t know where my mind was! I was gazing at her. Her long untied hair was telling that she bathed not long ago and I could smell a beautiful fragrance as she sat near to me. I was just been overwhelmed by her beauty, her bare arms, her neck line… I noticed for the first time a tiny black mole just beneath her ear lobe.
“Hello, where are you? What are you looking at?” she asked with a smile. I came to my sense and was shy enough to look up; somehow managed to utter “No, nothing…” There was nobody else in the apartment. I saw her maid left at the main entrance while I was coming in. And her husband went abroad last week to attend some international conference.
It was all silent, except the ceiling fan making noise, and a Bengali magazine’s pages were incessantly trying to be free from the binding with a little help from the fan! Suddenly she broke the silence and asked me whether I have any other appointment. I confessed no. She then casually asked me about my hobby.
She was also elaborately discussing regarding different fields of painting. I don’t know, but my mind was not at all in her lectures. I was feeling restless from within. She probably noticed me. She suddenly asked to look at her eyes. I made contact with her eyes, and she told me that she wants to paint on my body. I was shocked as such a thing was totally outside my domain of thinking.
“What?” It was the only reaction I could make at that time. She lowered her voice and whispered the same. She took my bag away from my lap and asked me to take a bath. She passed me the towel. I hesitated and even tried to raise objection. But my faint voice was too feeble in comparison to her confidence. I had no other choice but to step in her washroom with the towel.
I locked and undressed. I found my dick to be erect and my heart was pounding. I was under the shower and when about to finish, she knocked the door and asked me to come out covering with the towel. I saw my naked body in the mirror. I don’t know what’s in the store outside, but was fully sure that something not normal.
Well I am tall, 5’11”; slim athletic body (used to play football everyday) and thankfully, courtesy to porn movie cassettes back home, I grew up a habit of cleaning my pubic hair regularly. I remember I was clean that day, only embarrassment was my cock not coming down, it was just a hard rod.
LOL. Since I could not help myself, I desperately tried to cover the front tent like structure of the towel with my posture and the knot. I stepped outside as it was the first time I appeared before her with bare chest. She was sitting on the sofa, leaning slightly on the front, with her elbow resting on her knee and her palm on her chin. She was gazing at me, she was smiling.
I was totally carried at the way she was looking at me. With all of a sudden she asked me to put off the towel and roam like that. Huh! What was she saying!!! But hey, inside the washroom somewhere I got the signal for this going to happen. I fumbled and she then called by my name and said “Come dear, remove the towel, I want to see you.”
I had no girlfriend and it was something heavenly for me as it was the first time someone in this world is eagerly waiting to see me naked. I closed my eyes with pleasure, and removed the towel. GAWD!!!! I am standing naked before her eyes. I opened my eyes and saw her. She was still gazing at me. She stood up, opened her hands and called me. She hugged me.
I also wrapped her with my arms and for the first time I felt her tits touching me. They were so soft. She whispered in my ears “you are so beautiful! Lie down.” I managed to lay down on the adjacent divan, and on my back. My cock was erect and I had no hesitation. I had a feeling that it is celebration of my nudity.
She sat by my side and caught hold of my cock in her palm and started giving gentle up and down massage. She was sometimes rubbing my balls, to which I was breathing fast. She was looking at my cock, and then after at my eyes. “What are you thinking? How long is it?” she asked. “I…I don’t know. May be 7 or 8.” I replied. She laughed.
She stretched her palm to measure my cock. She was still smiling, but didn’t utter any word. Might be she was enjoying my nervousness. I was gazing at her untied hairs covering her back, her black blouse, her saree, her bindi, her specs. She then brought her tray of colours and took a brush and mixed some colour from the palette and made a stroke with the brush just beneath my navel,
and dragged the brush upto the tip of my cock. It was a totally different sensation and I can say that sort of sensation never happened again in my life. OMG! She started to colour my dick. My entire body was making different moves because of the brush and she smiled and went on saying keep calm, keep calm dear! I spread my hand to touch her, to which she said not to touch her now, but later.
I don’t know what was she doing. My condition was really going bad that time as I was virgin till that day, and I had a constant fear of ejaculating at that moment due to high orgasm. She was giggling at my condition. One time she stopped and said pointing at my penis “see, how is it?” I sprang up, and without thinking any other single matter in this world, I kissed her.
I lip locked with her and both of us started kissing. She took me to the washroom and made me stand before the mirror. I saw that she all took the joy of painting some floral and diagonal pattern from my naval covering my penis fully. It was really beautiful! She came to the front, took some soap and started to rub my penis.
I was holding her shoulders and kissing her lips, her cheeks, her shoulders. Her saree was almost dripping down and I could see her deep cleavage. She took me out of her washroom and headed towards her bedroom.
The room was aesthetically decorated again with large paintings, photographs; amongst one is an erotic nude painting of Nagara style, commonly seen on the walls of the Khajuraho temple. She kissed me for the first time and I felt that she almost bit my lips. I was holding her tight and rubbing her bare waist, her cleavage, her neck, her arms.
Her saree fell down from her upper part and I came to my knees to open the waist knot of her saree with my teeth. She was rubbing my hair as I was kissing around her navel. She was too enjoying every bit of touch from me. Suddenly the telephone rang, breaking all the silence and humming sound of us. She went to the drawing room and I could see her talking to somebody.
She was stunningly beautiful as she has a sculptured figure. But my cock was starting to limp down. She was wearing a deep cut blouse which made her bare back a canvas. I could not resist, and silently I stood behind her and kissed her back. She grabbed my left hand and started to rub it over her belly. Her skin was so soft.
I started to roll my tongue up and down of her back to which she got horny and banged down the phone. I made her turn towards me, and we hugged and both started kissing. We reached the bedroom and I started to make her naked. Her saree was lying on the floor of the drawing room, beside the sofa. I removed her blouse which she did not object and allowed me to go further.
I unhooked her bra, and for the first time I saw her tits. She was damn beautiful. Her nipples were pinkish red. And her boobs were tight. Her nipples were erect and faced north. I touched her bosom and pressed her boobs. WOW!!! It was like heaven. All the time she was rubbing my dick head with her thumb. This act made me super horny and I was almost about to cum.
But I had no desire to ejaculate so soon. I need to explore more. Removing her hand from my dick would have been an easy option, but I settled for an easier one. I sprang up to her lips and stated kissing her lips, her cheeks, her neckline vigorously. Being unprepared with my action, she lost her body balance and laid down on the couch. She was just wearing her panty that time.
I jumped over her like a hungry wolf. She tried to hug me. I forcefully removed her hands and made them above her head. I held her hands above tightly and started licking her tits. With her hands up, her tits were looking more beautiful and round. I was pressing them with my tongue, ma lips. She started making sound mmmmmm…mmmmm…
She was trying to get rid of me as she was reaching her orgasm. She was creating pressure with her hands, her waist… but at the same time she was saying gimme me more... I resisted all her movements forcefully with my hands, my face on her tits, and my waist. I made her lie beneath me. She calmed down. I looked up at her face; her eyes closed, she had turned pink and she needed more.
I concentrated at licking her left right nipple. I loosened my hold over her left elbow, and I rolled my palm down rubbing her arms, her armpit, till I reach her left tit. I licked her right tit, while my fingers play with her left one. I could feel that my right thigh which was in between her legs was getting wet! I started rubbing her nipple head to which she screamed.
I changed position, now to lick her left tit, while playing with her right one. I then started rolling down my tongue to her cleavage and down south. I paused reaching her deep navel, I kissed her there, and removed her soaked panty. I pulled up my head to look at her pussy. OMG! I am seeing a pussy in real for the first time in my life. It was such a beautiful sight.
She was cleanly shaven and smooth and soft like a sponge. I could see her clitoris. I noticed her. She was looking at me and smiling. She could understand how happy I am seeing her all like this!!! I rubbed my fingers all over her vagina, to which she closed her eyes in pleasure. She was biting her own lips.
I came in between her legs and for the first time I touched her pussy with my tongue. Mmmm… I tasted her juice! It was my first encounter, and hey, I was myself driven crazy. I rolled my tongue up and down her pussy walls; I was pushing my face so that my tongue could reach as much as within her. It was warm and wet. I was just rolling my tongue up and down; my tongue teased her clitoris.
She folded her knee and that made extra space for me. She was wreathing with pleasure, and she shouted and asked me to insert my finger inside her pussy. With my other hand she pulled and started rubbing over her breast. I could hear her moaning loudly. O-M-Y-G-O-D!!! She started to cum and it was all over my mouth. Some I swallowed too! I started to finger her rapidly.
She bent her knees, lifted up her waist and almost took the shape of an arch. She was moaning like anything. The bed was all wet. GAWD!!! I stopped, to watch her divine beauty. Few minutes later, as she calmed down, she sat, got hold of my face and kissed me tight; I could feel her tongue inside my mouth in search of mine. She made me lie on my back.
My cock already limped. She bent and rolled her tongue over my dick head. It was full of drops of my pre-cum juice. She rolled her tongue. I moaned suddenly. I have no idea of what to do than just to lay and enjoy her acts. She took my entire cock in her mouth and it started to get hard inside her mouth! I felt my cock to reach almost her throat.
With her fingers she was rubbing my balls. It was an ecstatic moment for me! My body was in full control of her now as she is giving me blow job, as well as teasing my balls. I bent my neck upwards with heavenly pleasure and managed to see the sky through the window. I was moaning too! G-O-D!!! I may cum soon. But hey, I wanna shoot all of mine inside her.
What to do now!!! Most probably, assuming my condition, suddenly she stopped and laid down beside me. I whispered her that I wanna fuck her NOW. She smiled and invited me on top of her and in between her legs. She kissed me “Nothing to hurry. All day is left. I am all yours now!” I kissed her back and positioned myself in between her legs.
She grabbed my cock and rubbed it over her pussy. On the other hand she took some saliva and rubbed it all over my cock and inserted it inside her. MAN, she was wet, and I had no problem entering her, though she was tight! Again, my first time. In my mind, there were all flashes of fucking scenes that I watched back home in the porn movies.
I pushed slowly, then came out and this time, I made a sudden push. She made a sound and then smiled. I smiled back with full confidence and pride, as my entire cock was within her. I started fucking her up and down, slowly, and gradually increasing speed. But with every stroke I was trying to reach deeper and deeper. My eyes were upon her face.
Even today, I can close my eyes and see her face turning pink; her mouth was open and she was moaning. Sometimes with my speed her soft moan was changing to scream; she lifted her long legs to wrap my waist which was giving me a bit of less mobility. I pushed my cock fully inside her and started to move my waist from left to right, and then from right to left, in pendulum motion.
She grabbed my back with her fingers and I could feel her nails on my back. She moaned loudly. I was getting crazy with her expressions, and time came when I was about to cum. I whispered in her ears, to which she said “gimme now, more, and I want to take all of juice inside me”! I was like in cloud 9. Me moaning too, along with her.
And we both could hear the sound of my cock hitting her inside. But my cock seemed to know no rest. I was fucking her wildly. Damn! I felt to have orgasm along with her and started to cum. Ooooooo… yeeeeeaaaa…… I was hitting her pussy with all my force as was releasing my all inside her and she was hugging me tight screaming loudly.
She was almost in the air, clinging to my body. I unloaded my all inside her. Then I collapsed on her with my head on her tits, and my cock still inside her. I was then hugging her too. I looked up to see her face, and then kissed on her cleavage and rested my head again on her tits. We were both breathing deep and at the same time. I came up to kiss her lips.
We lay like that for some time, and both being naked. She told me softly that I was beyond all her expectation and she enjoyed ever moment. I looked up and whispered that I am so lucky to make love with you! You are so beautiful! The sky was easily visible through the window. Rain has stopped, and the western sky has turned orange.
I then turned my head to look at her, to gaze at her nudity. That was the beginning…
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