Seduced By Mallu MILF Teacher – Part 2
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It’s me HarDick69, the Keralite dude continuing the story of my sexual relations with Beena, my mallu MILF physics teacher. The special classes continued and I enjoyed the motherly care and the presence of my teacher Beena. We started to chat on WhatsApp. We both would check on each other and say the usual good morning and good night stuff. Beena changed her profile picture to a younger picture of herself. She was less plump and more curvy in that photo. I saved her profile picture to my gallery. One night I became so horny and desperate that I sent her a picture of my boxers covering my boner. Luckily, it was late at night and she didn’t see the picture. I masturbated imagining her reaction after seeing the picture I sent her. After coming back to my non-horny self, I deleted the picture from the chat. I was surprised when as soon as I deleted the picture, Beena was online and typing in the chat. I was saved by that small fraction of time. Beena: Da, what did you send me? Me: Beena ma’am, it was nothing. I was just messing with you. It was one of those good night pictures with those quotes in them. Haha. Beena: Ohh, alright. Haha. I sent her a heart emoji. My mallu MILF teacher sent me back a winking emoji. I took this as a green flag and sent her a heart eyes emoji. My mallu teacher became more sexy to my eyes as days went on. During the special class time, I hid my boner with my hand. When Beena started to wear sleeveless blouse, I couldn’t contain my erection, so I massaged my dick with my thighs. Slowly and softly pressing both my thighs against my dick, my dick was ready to cum. What did you expect then, I couldn’t rub my cock with my hand when Beena sat next to me on the same bench. Beena noticed that I wasn’t focusing on studies. She turned and looked into my eyes. She noticed me looking at her bra strap which was exposed. She was embarrassed that she wore a pink bra instead of the usual black or lacey white bras. The mallu milf didn’t bother to wake me up from my gaze by calling me but by adjusting the bra strap under her sleeveless blouse. I pretended to be ashamed but was fully enjoying what I saw. She closed the book and turned her cleavage towards me. She exposed her naked armpit and put her hand on my shoulder. The fragrance of her body, her sweat and her body spray was blown onto my face when she exposed her sweaty armpit. I was turned on by her neatly shaven armpit with sweat trickling down to her blouse. I was struck with lust all of a sudden and was frozen in place. Beena: What’s happening da? Are you not focusing in my class? Are you unable to understand my teaching? Do you have have any suggestions for me? Me: I errr..Eh mm. I was lost for words. Me: Ehmm, that’s a lot of questions. Beena: You are silent all of a sudden. What happened? My mallu teacher took her hand from my shoulder and placed in on my thigh to comfort me. She must have felt the oozing heat of my cock or the blood throbbing in my hard dick. She quickly peeked a look and dropped her jaw. There was an air of pure sexual energy prevailing in that room. I quickly covered my hard dick with both my hands. I discovered that she was looking aghast at the precum that had formed on my pants. Even I hadn’t known that. Me: Ma’am, I am sorry ma’am. Beena: Don’t worry dear. It’s natural, na? Let’s continue this class another time okay? My sexy mallu MILF teacher stood up and left without her books, pouch and not even waiting for my response. I rushed to the door to look for her. Beena was walking fast to the stairs. I remembered that her staffroom was on the same floor. I wondered why she was rushing up the stairs. It was then it dawned me that the teachers’ washroom was upstairs. I checked the floor for anyone and realized that it was deserted more than a haunted house. Nobody was left in the college except for the watchman. I checked for him. He was dozing off in his cabin near the gate. I took her books and pouch and rushed after her. Then my hard dick told me to wait and see why she’s going to the washroom. She let her hair down from the neat hair tie and grabbed her saree near her crotch even before entering the washroom. Beena went in and inside a bathroom stall without locking the main washroom door. I sneakily entered the washroom and heard Beena bolting her door. I thought of entering the stall next to hers but I had to rush out before she finishes whatever she was about to do. The bathrooms stalls were roofless but the whole washroom was a giant room on the first floor. I heard a trickling sound of her pee. I rushed out of the door thinking she would come out fast but she didn’t. It seems she was just getting started. Beena started to huff and puff inside her bathroom stall. She removed her matching pink panty and hung it on the door which she bolted from the inside. The noises of her huff-puff was echoing in the washroom. I unzipped my pants as soon as I heard her slowly saying my name under her breath and doing whatever she was doing in there. I was sure that my mallu MILF teacher was rubbing the hell out of her pussy. I took the panty that was hung on the door. I sniffed it. I had known the pleasure of sniffing after sniffing my mom’s panties. The panty was smeared with her pussy juice. I guess she got wet after seeing my hard dick but I believe she was turned on by the sight of my precum. I wrapped the panty around my dick and fapped. It didn’t take long to get her panty creamed with my cum. I had to wipe some off the panty so it doesn’t become obvious while she sees it. I hung it back on the door and heard her pleasuring herself calling me ‘big boy’, and calling my name baby. After she moaned, her last squirt out, she softly said, “I’m gonna get that boy.” She was clearly referring to me. She took the panty and wore it. Beena: Wow! My panties smell funny. I know that smell. I guess I was getting so wet after all. She was surprised to see me waiting for her outside the washroom. Beena: You didn’t leave? Me: You left your books and pouch back in the classroom. Beena: Da, How long have you been waiting for me? Me: I just came here now. I had to rush to the bathroom. I lied. She looked more sexy with her hair down. Beena: Rush to the bathroom eh? Haha. I passed a shy smile. The milf wiped her fingers with her fancy kerchief. The sticky slimy pussy juice was being wiped off. Her kerchief was wet from wiping her sweat and the squirt. Her neck was sweating and her hair was messy. I offered her my kerchief and she took it to wipe down her brow, neck and opened her armpit to wipe. She noticed that I was near her. Me: It’s not a problem ma’am. You can use it. She wiped her both armpits after turning away from me. Her back was exposed to me. Her saree had got crumpled and her ass was lightly wet from sitting on the toilet seat and masturbating. Beena: I will return the kerchief to you after washing it. Alright, big boy? Me: Ehmm, okay ma’am. As you wish. We parted ways at the gate. I couldn’t forget that evening and the sight I saw. I chatted with her on WhatsApp daily. Slowly but steadily, I started to share sexual jokes with her. She seemed to like it. She asked me who my crush was in the whole college. Beena: I believe its that girl you sit next to in the class right? Me: She was my crush at first. But.. Beena: But what happened da? To be continued in the next part. > I really appreciate your feedback. Please let me know if you have any story or incident to tell me. I would love to make your > stories more steamy and publish it here only with your permission. > > Ladies can get rid of your sexual frustrations with me. > > My email [email protected]