Hi there everyone, this is Anil Mahat, a big-time fan of sex stories. I have been reading a lot of stories and surprisingly I could relate a few of them to my life as well. Now, I am 26 years old and I had my first sex (I will not say a literal sex but sexual moment) when I was 18. I have had multiple sexual encounters since then which I will share with you all in the future. Here in this story, I will tell you how it all began in my life.
It might sound a bit strange but I saw the first pussy of my teacher in the grade 9. I was 18 and the English teacher Meera must have been in her late 20s. Meera’s husband used to teach us as well in the same school. He was a very strict yet a very good teacher. I and some of my friends decided to take tuition classes outside of school with Meera’s husband. He agreed and we started to visit his place every evening right after the school.
Days were passing by and one day when we were in the tuition, I felt like going to the toilet and left the room. On my way back I saw Meera sitting in front of the mirror and putting on lipstick on her lip. She was getting ready to go somewhere. I smiled and she smiled back too. She asked me if I was ok and stuffs. I said she looked beautiful and was about to leave but she called me in. She asked me to hold her sari and started tightening her blouse.
I was in an age where small things would excite. Hence, I was so excited that I started staring at her boobs. She noticed it and asked me what I was looking at. I said nothing. She was doing her stuff and I was getting out of control with my emotions. I dared and asked her if I can kiss her. She was surprised and asked me to leave. I was very scared that she must have told everything to her husband and that’s the end of my life.
Next day, I went to the tuition class again. We were only 5 students in the group and 3 of my friends didn’t come for the day. It was only one of my friend and me. Meera’s husband got an emergency call and gave us some work to do and left for an hour. It was my friend, me and Meera in the house. I wanted to apologize to Meera and went to her room.
She was in the kitchen and I stood at the door and said, “I am sorry for whatever I did. Please, forget it and forgive me”. She asked me to come in and sit. She asked me if I have any girlfriend. I said no and she said it was ok and she understands this sort of things happen in this age. I got a bit of courage again and asked if she had the same when she was at my age. She smiled and said nothing.
She leaned forward and kissed my lips. I was in the heaven. I stood up, held her on her waist and started pushing my tongue into her mouth. She started responding positively. I moved my hand to her boobs and she did not resist at all. She asked me to go back to the class and she will call me later.
I went back, Meera’s husband didn’t show up for an hour and my friend asked Meera if we could leave. Meera said yes but I told my friend that I would stay for a while as I wanted to discuss some important questions with Meera’s husband. He said ok and left.
I didn’t even look back as soon as he left. I straightaway jumped over to Meera and started squeezing her boobs as hard as I could. We started kissing hard. She took my tees off and pants too. I took her top off and bras off too. I started sucking her nipples and pressing another boob at the same time. She was playing with my penis and started sucking it. It didn’t even take 1 minute for me to offload all my sperm all over her face.
I dressed up and left for the day. She promised more was to come. Next day, in the school, she gave me a naughty smile. I fucked Meera for 3 years time and again until I was in Nepal. We are still in touch. She gives me pleasure whenever I travel back home.
I will share more stories in coming days. Meera was just the beginning. You all will be excited to know about my sex stories in coming days. Drop your feedback at [email protected]. People in Sydney let’s catch up.