Krishna The Goddess Became A Slut – Part 6
saree, teacher, wet pussy

Dear readers,I’m Krishna again . Thanks for your love and mails. Lets begin the next part of my story. My adolescence was exploding. My friends added fuel to that. They taught me the lessons of wild sex and I became a sex hungry whore. They thought a new lessons ” everything is good and tasty in sex.” . I really enjoyed the wild world with my friends. As I mentioned earlier me and my friends enjoyed our school life. The two years of that period made me shameless sexy whore . But we were good students so scored high marks in the exams and passed the schooling with flying colours. During the days we had done a lot of sexual adventures. But if I am narrating that it would be a mild repetition of the events which were followed in the previous episodes. I lost my friends after the sslc because Susan’s parents came back from US and wanted to take her back. That was a big shock for us because she was the centre of our lives. We were unable to hold her here because her parents wanted to give a better life and education for her. So she left us. This made us so sad and after her departure our lives became colourless. We forgot the regular fucking sections and even we couldn’t speak to us regularly. We were like lifeless puppets. So we decided to concentrate in our studies. Susan’s letters came but she was a closed chapter for us. Rakhi joined for computer science in another school. I wanted arts and joined for science. I forgot my early life as a slut and became a typical village girl as I was before. But later i realized that i was born to become a slut. Because ” if you taste sex at once you will not forget that ever in your life”.. That was proved again and again in my life. I joined in my new school to learn science. That was also a girls school. Because my parents believed that ” the security of girls is better than in boys.”. The school days were not bad . As I had forgotten all the sexual episodes from my mind. I became more attractive than before because the size of my boobs became 32. I became a little more plumpy. My ass was projected and was in a melon shaped. I looked above twenty at that stage because my friends crafted me well. Our daily food was marvelous. We ate a lot of chocolate covered in our pussy juice and saliva. We ate a lot of chicken.we liked to eat food from our bodies. After the long fucking sections, when we get chance we did a lot of perverted acts as to overcome our sexual fire Once we were having a nude lunch at Susan’s house with chicken fry she inserted a fried piece of leg in my pussy. I mourned with pain because the chilly and spices were burning my soft pussy. She moved it upwards and downwards to make me come. Then we shared that. Some times they insert chocolate bars in my pussy and ass . They eat that directly from there. I too used to ate from their pussies. Once we pissed in our meals and shared that. They fucked me where ever they wanted. But its gone… Now I’m alone in a new school . Among new friends I didn’t get any relationship. Actually I didn’t want to make any relationship. Because. I don’t want cry any more.. Our teachers were very friendly to us. Most of our teachers were ladies. Well educated and well mannered teachers were so close to us. We had only two batches there. We were 60. The school wouldn’t permit other batches because they wanted 100% result. It was very difficult to get an admission there. But thank god I got that because of my academic brilliance. We felt that we were more secure there than our home. The teachers were so helpful in the academic and non academic activities like youth festivals. The teachers were willing to understand the capability of a student and if she needed they would provide any type of assistance to them. They behaved as though they were our friends,and guardians. First week of our new school was very hard to overcome because I was missing my friends very much . I felt I was an alien. But when the motivation and care of my dear teachers began to influence me I understood that I was in the right place. God has given a new life to recollect my lost virtues . But …..” He had some other plans……….”. My next phase began in my birthday. I was wearing a white blouse and skirt. A white bra and a white panty were guarding my pleasure spots. My class teacher was Jyothi tr. She and the whole class made my birthday wish a splendid one. After that I delivered sweets to all. I was bloomed like a white rose in between them. Teacher told me to deliver the sweets to others after the second period . After the second period it was interval time. I went to give sweets to everyone. They wished me well because I was one of the brightest students for them. While delivering the sweets I took a little time and became late to the class. It was botany and the teacher was Bincy tr. She good caring teacher. She was very close to all the students. We liked her class very much. She was a lady in her thirties with a milk white complexion. Her husband was abroad and she was a typical Christian women from the remote part of Idukki district . Her husband’s had married her while she was in 20. She had a boy . Who was in third standard. Her son was with her mother in law and father in law in her home because she was staying in a working women hostel here. When I reached the class she was drawing a picture of a plant tissue in the black board. ” excuse me teacher, may I come in ?” I asked with a pleasant smile. ” oh!…of course you can. Where were you all this time?” She too smiled. ” today is my birthday teacher I went to give sweets… . Please accept it teacher”. I brought the packet of sweets to her. She took one and smiled at me. ” so you look gorgeous dear …. Happy birthday to my sweetheart….eh…?. she tapped my cheeks. ” thank you teacher ” I smiled and turned to go to my seat. Then it happened accidentally I stepped in the hems of my skirt. I was going to fall but I balanced myself even though I had to stoop. “oh….” the sound came from me. My sandal was tangled with the hem of my skirt. I sat down to clear it. I heard a vague…wow… Sound from the class. But I didn’t mind that I was in a busy to get rid off from it. The reality was when I bend down the open neck of my silk blouse exposed my white milk tanks. I was on the platform and at a semi circle position. So the inside of my blouse revealed the entire white body of mine . The simply saw my 32 sized white melons are hanging and jumping in my white bra. I didn’t even care about that. I was in a dilemma because if I moved a little in that position I would fall .so I went on busy in my work. I felt a gentle breeze in my cheeks with a soft sound..” May I help you Krishna?”. I looked at her and saw the tender smile of my teacher .” Yes …i can’t teacher”… I was sweating hard. I felt the sweat flowing inside my body. I was exhausted. The whole class was looking at me helplessly. I looked down and saw the teacher was entangling the skirt. Her pink saree was moving according to the movement of her hands. I could trace out the bulge of her huge boobs and good cleavage at once. But I didn’t take it as a series one because I didn’t want to commit any sins .what ever happened was happened. Now live a good life. After five minutes she completed her work and stood up with a smile. ” you have given a wonderful treat for me….. eh?” . I smiled sheepishly. “sorry. teacher”. i went to my seat. I was the last one in the first bench. I forgot the entire incident and continued my studies well. The next day we had a lab. When I entered the lab I became a little upset because once I was fucked so hard in such a lab. I behaved like street dog and crossed all the limits. “oh.. God its over….now I’m a good girl….”. I thought. While I was thinking so Bincy teacher came close to me ” Krishna, are you upset?. What happened to you?.” … She asked. ” oh…nothing. teacher” I commented. I couldn’t do the experiment well. Bincy teacher came again and helped me in doing that. ” do you have any problem?. You look really tired?. May I help you dear?.”. She lifted my face in her hand while holding my chin . I blinked at her and smiled feebly. The atmosphere of that lab was disturbing me very much . She told me to meet me after the lab and went to the others. After finishing the lab she told me to stay there. I helped her in closing the labs. She put her hand over my shoulder and grabbed me close to her and asked what my problem was. I said there was nothing. She then enquired about my old schooling and friends. And that made me more and more nervous. Tears began to role up from my eyes. I bent to her breast. She tapped my head in a warmth. ” do you have any boy friends?”. She asked in a very serious voice. ” no….teacher…never”.I stared at her and commended while shooting my head. ” hmm….ok…dear don’t worry today when you were correcting your skirt,I got a chance to see your body. It was well developed as in mature women. So I felt so… you don’t mind it..come on.” She took me to the class. I was sure she didn’t believe my words. She was trying to hook me again and again but I was trying to escape from her glance. In the class she used to ask questions to me regularly when ever I saw her glare at me I felt my head go dizzy and I forgot everything. I lost my sound and I began to breathe heavily as if a culprit in front of as officer. This affected my studies and I began to score very poor marks in that. She also noticed that and tried to make a close relationship with me. The next day of the lab after the lab we were returning to the class. ” was that a girl ?. The question was accidental. I didn’t expect that. ” I looked at her surprisingly. But she was walking without any expression. I followed her without saying anything. ” no….teacher..there were nothing.. Please. ..believe me…please”. I followed her. But there was a naughty smile in her. ” Then why are you afraid off me….?. She asked calmly. ” I… I’m not…” But it was clear that I was hiding something. She smiled again and said ” consider me as your friend. You are losing your studies aren’t you?. I want to help you. I won’t tell this to anyone. You can trust me…. God promise….. You are in trouble, I’m sure. If you lose marks in my subject I have to answer for that. So I’m taking this much. If I can solve it I will help you. If you don’t want , I won’t bother you anymore”. She went. I couldn’t take a decision. At last I decided to confess. I took a paper and wrote everything but I was very careful that to avoid the sexual parts of our relationship. I wrote that we were so close that I couldn’t concentrate in studies in their absence. I gave that to her. After reading that she came close to me and said that she would be with me in my friends position. So I don’t have to worry about that. That words made me confident and I became close to her more and more . We exchanged our numbers and messaged at night. As I have told you,our school was promoting extra curricular activities. One of them was the presentation of cultural items in the school youth festivals. Each teacher has to undertake the charge of a particular item. Bincy tr was in ‘Thiruvathira’. A typical Kerala traditional dance performed by elder women wearing saree and traditional ornaments. I got spot selection because of my features. We began to practice that under the guidance of a teacher and every evening after the class we rehearsaled for one hour under the vigilance of our Bincy teacher. She would correct us if we made mistakes and we were 10 in that group. My attachment with the teacher became more and more liberal. I lost my fear and began to study well. In our late night messages we became very close and she told me about her family details. We very openly discussed about our personal matters. She asked my bra size and I told that that was 32. She couldn’t believe me.I wanted to ask hers . But before I ask she told me that she was using a 36b. Slowly and slowly we were getting so close and some times we forgot that we were teacher and student. But I was very careful to give her the whole respect at school. But after 7 pm we were very close. We messaged a lot. Mean while the rehearsals were going on pretty fast. When we reached pretty close to each other. She asked the question again. ” were you had a lesbian relationship with anyone ?. This time I confessed that I had. She promised me that she would keep it as a secret in between us. So I detailed everything to her. Each day when she heard our story she was unable to believe. But I explained everything thing. She was so curious to learn about the whole incidents. Slowly she became my fan. I understood that she was interested in my stories. The recollection of the entire incident aroused the hornyness in me. The slut who was hidden in me began to rose up. This time my desire to be fucked changed in to fuck. I asked my teacher whether she was interested in lesbianism. She replied that she hadn’t done that before but she liked that. My mind bloomed. It was enough for me. I was sure that she was interested in that. She was bewildered by my body while i bent down. So she came after me to hook me. Now i got the chance. This made me slut again . The lust that i was trying to put down rose lust is like that ..” If you didn’t know that you don’t have any problem with that. But if you knew the taste of it, you cant kill it ever . It will not be destructed . I was sure teacher wanted me but she was hesitant to reveal it. I would make her reveal that and i would fuck her.Once I became exploited. Now I’m going to exploit that. Susan’s words were right ” there is every thing is nice in sex”. The hidden whore in me broke all the shackles of conventionalisms. Now I’m going to make slaves. My teacher will be my first and I am going to make use her. Once again after a long period I stood nude in front of the mirror and pledged that I would enjoy the whole life again. The next day I saw a gleaming in the eyes of my teacher. I was so sure that she was interested in lesbianism. I began to start dreaming of my teacher. She was really a sex bomb with a milky white body ,36 b sized boobs big projected ass. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to make my teacher my dog as my friends made me. I understood a softness in her mind towards sex. I wanted to use it as a bait to use her. The next day I there was the dress rehearsal of our ” Thiruvaathira” I have to wear saree. But I was not used to wear. Teacher was helping us to wear saree. Teacher locked the room. She told us to remove our tops. I was happy because the slut in me was eagerly waiting to see my friends stripping . We covered our body with our shawls. Girls were covering their teen soft virgin boobs with soft shawls. I saw their soft belly and sweet navels. While wearing their blouses they used to drop shawls and i saw their tender soft boobs most of them were 24 or 28 sized. I wanted to tore their clothes and suck those teen boobs and navels. I dreamt about their sweet virgin pussies and wiped my lips. I dropped the shawl and was standing in pants and bra. The others were also starring at my well developed boobs and milky white belly with a deep navel. Teacher came to me and told me to wear my saree. She helped me to wear saree. While putting the folds of the saree she accidentally touched my nevel. I liked that very much. I closed my eyes and she smiled at me. After making me wear my saree she went to help others. I also joined with her. While helping the others I touched their soft bellies,navels and even boobs. I enjoyed that very much. After the practice I went home. At night teacher told that she was watching me while I was misusing the others. I said sorry to her. But she said that she enjoyed that very much. Very slowly she was coming to my track. I wanted her in my bed. So I began to ask about her sexual life with her husband. At first he didn’t encourage me. She said she was just doing this as a part of a time pass . But she would not allow to spoil her family life. I promised her that I would not reveal anything to anyone. After getting more confidence in me she began to reveal about her sexual life. Actually she was a well satisfied wife. But the long separation from her husband made her talk with me like that. From that day onwards we began to talk about little naughty things .But in school we were teacher and student. So I didn’t get a chance to touch her. At the practice time also I had to behave as a student. So I didn’t get chance . I was waiting eagerly for that. Even though she gave some gifts. For example one day I requested her to give a glance of her navel. She refused that. After many requests she accepted my request. The very next day I was eagerly waited for her arrival. She arrived in a soft grey coloured cotton saree. She entered the class with a sweet smile. That grey coloured saree was making her a sex goddess. Her plumpy body was seeking a chance to explode I said to myself ” oh…my sweetheart one day I will tore you. I will piss in your mouth and make you lick my ass hole. After that you will never go to your husband. You will be my slave… My shameless..whore…my dog” …. and I watched her in such a lust and wiping my lips with my tongue. She was having golden coloured hair in her hands. The golden coloured watch was invisible in her milky white hands. I was very eagerly watching her . My panty was becoming wet. I wanted to remove her clothes and push her to the table and lick her body. She was looking at me too. I eagerly looked at her belly. She was wearing her saree below her navel. Wow…..that was a great show for me. She had a lengthy navel like the digit one. I couldn’t see it properly because she was walking in the class. I imagined my tongue in her navel. But I had to wait for that ……. Dear readers this is the beginning of a second face of my story. The next parts say about how I used my Bincy teacher. I taught her what ever I learned from my friends.I made her my whore. Can you imagine a thirty year old Georges woman waiting eagerly for my commands.. Lets wait for the next episodes…mail me my dears… With love Krishna Krishna The Goddess Became A Slut – Part 6