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Malini Udhyachandrika. Mala to her friends. Miss Malani to her students. A very attractive woman with barely any make up to expose her blessed body a divorcee for no fault of her’s. Time has yet to play havoc with her gentle smile and the brilliant sparkling pair of her eyes working as a English Teacher for the higher classes at the Residential school situated on the Chennai Bangalore Highway close to Irrungattukottai. Were it not for the streaks of gray, one could easily place her age at low thirties… At BEST. The radiantly glowing English Teacher was forty eight years old and she hated it.
NO one wants a divorced, forty-eight year old school teacher for a wife. Even fewer would consider bedding someone so ancient in this fast paced Chennai suburban. It didn’t help that she always wanted her lovers young. So Miss Mala tended to spend her nights at home, alone, masturbating to phantom lovers. Such was the case tonight. Wednesday the first rain touched down at Chennai highlighting the start of NE Monsoon setting in this day the 24th Sep 2008.
She stood in her bedroom and gazed out of the window. As predicted, there was persistent medium drizzle of rain throughout the night. By morning the entire Anbu Colony in Anna Nagar that she lived will be water logged. She watched for a minute, and then turned towards her bed. She stripped with little fanfare, quickly donning the oversized tee-shirt she favored as a reminder of her passed married life one of the few things left back by her so called husband. She glanced around her bedroom, sighed, and strode towards the window.
Reaching for the light switch that would plunge her room into semi-dark, she caught sight of a faint trail of foot steps in the heavy drizzle. She froze. Someone was outside & heard sound of someone walking towards her main door. She waited patiently; they would have to move before she did felt like a thriller movie. Indeed they did move, but not in the direction to the opposite flat as she expected. The stranger knew the night well, keeping soft foot steps to avoid attraction of unwanted attention as it made its way to her door! Strangely, she was not afraid… And knew it.
At the door Mala wondered what her visitor could possibly want from her. It never occurred to her that someone would want to hurt her. She knew no secrets save her own. She never got involved in the business or politics. She opened the door… And saw Hemanth one of her students who passed the secondary school five years back.
He did not give her time to think. As soon as the door began to open, Hemanth made his move. Bold. Ballsy. But not brash or abusive. He wanted to fuck Mala Miss as the students call their class teachers here at Chennai and there wasn’t anything she could really do to stop him. He had strong and raving body. Besides… She always had this look in her eyes while she tutored him in the past. Like she WANTED to fuck some of her students. It was pure speculation.
Mala opened her mouth to speak, but found it impossible to do with his lips on hers. Stunned, she stood motionless as the young man proceeded to grope about her body. His hands shot beneath her -shirt and quickly found her bare… Moist… Mound. His fingers began sliding along her soaked slit, one even going so far as to tickle her clit while two others slid into her cunt. She blinked as she finally took a breath. She gasped as her arousal swirled higher. Her hands, free to finally act, quickly made for his manhood and the bulge hidden from view.
YES! Hemanth gave himself credit for being right for a change. Mala was a horny old woman who wouldn’t mind fucking a student! He pulled her -shirt off, plastering his mouth against one stiff nipple as he flung the garment to the winds. Her hands tore at his clothing. Hemanth was not in the mood to be pleasant or nice. Neither, it appeared, was Mala.
A real, living phallus in her hands. Finally. A young, virile male dick in her hands. Mala wanted to do everything at once, but settled on a quick, violent fuck to start the evening. From the glint in his eye, she knew he would be gone as soon as he came. Or so he thought.
“Fuck me.” she growled the words, punctuation her need with several firm strokes of his cock. The tip was drooling onto her palm.
Hemanth yanked his baggy shorts off, flinging them into the sink. He pushed Mala onto the table, smiling as she swiped the table clear. Glasses crashed to the floor, but she did not release his cock until the tip was firmly within the entrance to her long neglected cunt.
“Fuck me, Hemanth.”
He did. One powerful thrust buried him balls deep within her cunt. Mala buried her face in the nape of his neck and mewled her pleasure. Hemanth pounded his cock into her pussy. Nothing could stop him. Even if she passed out he would fuck her until she awoke. This is what he wanted. Three years of fantasies… Now a reality. He whipped her cunt into a frothy mess, the nectar foaming up on his base of the cock.
“I’m cumming’ you, Mala. This cunt is mine!!”
“Really? Then the rest of me belongs to someone else you thought. How dare you!!!” She clawed at his back, sinking her teeth into his neck as the young stud pounded her relentlessly.
Hemanth growled. Never in his fantasies was she THIS HOT!!
“I’m taking’ everything from you” Hemanth yanked free from her clutching cunt and quickly flipped her onto her stomach. “Like THIS!!!”
Mala screamed, but it was only partly due to the pain of having her near virgin cunt crammed with its first ever invader in recent years. Hemanth rammed his dick into her asshole violently, screaming himself at the hot, tight, resisting orifice.
“GOD!!” he bellowed as he fucked her hole with his cock taking her from behind. This was too much. The fantasy be damned; THIS was perfection!! And she loved it!! Mala let her body be used by Hemanth. He twisted her tits in his hands as he filled her hole again and again. Mouth and cunt drooled constantly as one orgasm after the next ripped through her.
“Fuck… Me… You… Bassssssss…” Mala slumped to the table as exhaustion finally began to tighten around her sexually spent body.
Hemanth howled as his orgasm demolished his senses. Mala’s cunt clenched around his spitting member, milking his seed from within his balls. The last blast rippled through his body, tearing a violent hiss from his lips.
“Here, Mala. Suck me clean.” Hemanth forced her to take his juice stained, cum covered cock into her mouth. It was pure humiliation, and she did it with a fervor. She even sucked his balls clean, flicking her tongue over the semi-hairless sac. Hemanth rocked on his heels. He knew she wanted him to cum again. In her mouth. On her face. It didn’t matter. She wanted it all. He looked down at her as her head bobbed rapidly on his cock. Grabbing her hair, he fucked her face. Mala opened her throat, allowing her lover full access to her gaping mouth. Again he howled as his cock spit man-seed down her waiting gullet.
“Leave your back door open or give me a key, Mala. I want to do this again and again.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You will.”
Hemanth examined the keychain. A butterfly with psychedelic colorings. Butterfly Whirlwind was the engraving on the back. He smiled slightly, remembering his gutsy play for Mala. He looked at his clock. “Hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight,” he chuckled. The night never ended till light filled the room this was not the end but the beginning of an end for a dried up cunt, which is sure to go strong for another couple of years. Send in your comments to
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