Sex with Gowri Teacher

My name is Anil, and this is a story from my college days when I was 18, studying in 12th standard, science group. I was a decent-looking guy, 5 feet 10 inches tall, fair, and fit from playing sports. This was my first affair, and that too with my teacher, Gowri. Gowri Sharma, 26 years old, married, but with no kids despite four years of marriage. She was stunning—milky white skin, delicate face, and a body that could make anyone’s heart race. Her boobs were medium but perfectly shaped, always popping out in her sarees. Her slim waist and the way she tied her saree below her navel drove everyone crazy. Her husband, Ravi, 32, was a serious guy working in a private company. But their marriage had a shadow—they couldn’t have kids because of Ravi’s issue, though Gowri kept it a secret from him. Once, while chatting, she told me, “Anil, God will decide when I’ll have a child.” Little did I know, those words would come true through me.

I was taking tuition for 12th standard because botany was my weakest subject. I aced everything else, but my botany diagrams were a disaster. Gowri Teacher was our junior lecturer in botany, and her beauty made me stammer in class. I never had dirty thoughts about her—honestly, I didn’t even notice her boobs or curves at first. But one evening changed everything, about four or five months before that unforgettable night.

That day, Gowri Teacher wore a nighty—rare for her. It was a thin, light pink nighty that hugged her body, showing off her fairness. During tuition, we were paying our fees, and she looked for a place to keep the money. With no pockets in her nighty, she unzipped the top and tried to tuck the cash inside her bra. But, by some stroke of luck, she wasn’t wearing a bra that day. She slipped the money inside, forgetting to zip up. I went to her to show my notebook, my diagram a mess as usual. She leaned toward me to explain, and my eyes fell on her open zip. Her boobs were fully visible, right down to the edge of her nipples. I was stunned. They were perfect, like they were carved by an artist. I kept stealing glances, my heart pounding like a drum.

From that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her smile, her waist, her boobs—they haunted my dreams. I knew she was my teacher, married, but my feelings were out of control. I was obsessed, day and night, imagining her every curve. It felt like God had put extra effort into making her.

Right before the Onam festival, I missed four days of tuition due to a fever. Normally, my family went to our village for Onam, but since it was my final year and exams were crucial, my parents decided I’d stay with my aunt to catch up on studies. I went to tuition the day before Onam, only to find out it was closed for the four-day holiday. I told Gowri Teacher that my family had left for the village, and I was staying with my aunt to study. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Anil, why don’t you stay at my place and study for your exams?” I told her I was fine at my aunt’s and would eat there. She asked me to do self-study for an hour. I pretended to study, but my eyes followed her every move as she cleaned the house. Her nighty swayed, showing off her curves. I offered to help, and after some hesitation, she agreed. Helping her meant I got to be close, brushing against her, feeling the heat of her body.

While moving a heavy table, Gowri Teacher and I were on one side, her husband Ravi on the other. As we lifted, she slipped, and we both fell. I landed on top of her, my face crashing right onto her boobs. The softness against my cheek sent a jolt through me. I froze for a second, lost in the moment, until Ravi helped us up. I was embarrassed, but Gowri Teacher just gave a small smile and said nothing.

After tuition, she asked me to come back at 4:30 PM for an extra class. I arrived at 4:40, and she seemed a bit flustered. She explained that her husband was leaving to visit his mother, and she was packing his bag. I waited an hour until Ravi left around 6:00 PM. Now, it was just me and Gowri Teacher in the house. She was in a black saree with a matching blouse, so transparent I could see her white bra underneath. Her saree was tied low, showing off her navel, and her walk was pure seduction. She called me to her bedroom, saying, “Anil, I’m a bit tired. Let’s take the class here.” I nodded and followed, my eyes glued to her swaying hips.

In the bedroom, she asked me to take out my zoology book. The chapter was “Human Reproductive Organs.” She said, “Anil, if you master this, you’ll not only score 22 marks in the exam but also be a good husband to your wife.” I blushed. She continued, “Ask any doubts without hesitation. This chapter is important for studies and life.” I stayed quiet, watching her lips move. Then she asked, “Have you ever been in a relationship with a girl or woman?” I quickly said, “No, ma’am.” She smiled and asked, “Have you watched any blue films?” I played innocent, “What’s that, ma’am?” She laughed, “Sex movies, Anil.” I admitted to watching a James Bond movie, and she chuckled, “That’s not what I mean. Okay, tell me, what are the reproductive organs?”

Hesitating, I said, “Men’s cock and women’s pussy.” She smiled and asked, “How does reproduction happen?” I replied, “By putting the cock in the pussy and releasing juice inside.” She giggled, “And how does the juice come out?” I said, “I don’t know, ma’am.” She asked, “What’s the difference between reproductive and sexual organs?” I admitted I didn’t know. She explained, “Sexual organs attract others—like a woman’s eyes, lips, boobs, ass, thighs, or a man’s lips, arms, chest hair, cock.” Then she pressed, “You didn’t answer how juice comes from the cock.” I said, “It doesn’t come on its own.” She laughed, “It comes when both get excited.” I asked, “How do men get excited?” She replied, “By kissing, seeing boobs and curves, touching them.”

I acted confused. She looked at me and said, “Want to try it with me?” I laughed nervously and stayed quiet. She said, “No problem, try once.” She taught me how to kiss a woman: “Look into her eyes, hold her face gently, and kiss slowly.” I followed her instructions. I held her face, looked into her eyes, and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were soft, like velvet. After a moment, I pressed harder, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She hesitated but then let her tongue dance with mine. We kissed for 15 minutes, tasting each other’s saliva. When we broke apart, she asked, “How do you feel, Anil?” I shyly said, “I’m so excited, ma’am.” I asked, “And you?” She casually said, “A bit excited.” I asked, “How do I make a woman fully excited?” She replied, “Lip kissing is just the start. You need to squeeze boobs, suck them, lick the pussy and asshole.”

I went silent. She looked at me and said, “Want to try that too?” I nodded slowly, “Yes, ma’am.” Her eyes sparkled with approval. I pulled her close again, kissing her lips with more hunger this time. I moved to her cheeks, then her neck, feeling her shiver. My hands found her boobs over her blouse, their warmth driving me wild. I unhooked her blouse slowly, each hook making my heart race. When it opened, her white bra was exposed. I pulled it up, revealing her bare boobs—perfect, round, with pink nipples. I pushed her onto the bed and took one nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. “Aah… Anil…” she moaned softly. My tongue swirled around her nipple while my hand squeezed her other boob, making her moan louder, “Umm… harder, Anil…”

I was losing control. Her boobs tasted divine, and her moans fueled my desire. I moved down, lifting her saree to her waist. Her red panty was soaked. I sniffed it, the musky scent driving me crazy. I kissed her pussy over the panty, and she moaned, “Aah… Anil… what are you doing…” I slid her panty down, revealing her clean-shaven pussy, glistening with her juices. I parted her pussy lips and saw the pink inside. My tongue touched her clit, and she gasped, “Uhh… Anil… more…” I licked her pussy, tasting her sweet juices as they flowed. “Ooh… yes… keep going…” she moaned, her hips bucking.

Suddenly, she pulled me up, ripping off my shirt and pants. My 7-inch cock sprang free when she yanked down my underwear. She hesitated, then grabbed it, stroking slowly. “So big…” she whispered, before taking it in her mouth, licking the precum. I couldn’t wait anymore. I moved into a 69 position, my cock in her mouth, my face buried in her pussy. I licked her clit, then pushed my tongue inside, her juices flooding my mouth. “Mmm… Anil… give me your juice…” she moaned. I squeezed her boobs, and a little milk came out. I sucked it, then kissed her, sharing the milk between us.

“Fuck me, Anil… I can’t wait…” she screamed. I knew it was time. I kissed her lips, squeezing her boobs, and spread her legs in a V-shape. She guided my cock to her pussy lips with two fingers. I pushed slowly, her tight pussy resisting. “Aah… slowly…” she moaned. Her juices lubricated my cock, and I started thrusting. “Thap-thap… thap-thap…” the sound of my cock slamming into her pussy filled the room. Her boobs bounced with each thrust, and she screamed, “Uhh… harder… fuck my pussy…” I switched to doggy style, her ass in the air. I rammed her pussy, grabbing her boobs from behind. “Aah… Anil… tear my pussy…” she cried. We fucked for 20 minutes, switching positions—missionary, doggy, her on top—each one making her moan louder, “Ooh… fuck… yes…”

Finally, I felt my climax. “Ma’am… I’m cumming…” I gasped. “Inside me, Anil… fill my pussy…” she begged. I shot my load deep inside her, and she came too, her body shaking, “Aah… ohh… Anil…” We collapsed, panting. After a while, she kissed me again. It was 8:30 PM. She asked, “Can you stay?” I mentioned my aunt, and she called her, convincing her to let me stay. My aunt agreed happily. Gowri Teacher asked if I wanted dinner. I teased, “You already gave me the best treat.” We ate dinner naked, then showered together, where I licked her pussy again, and she sucked my cock. For the next three days, we fucked whenever we got the chance.

One day, she told me she was pregnant. Later, I overheard other teachers saying Gowri Teacher was expecting. I felt proud, knowing I was the father.

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