09-01-2019, 02:23 PM
The Slut College Teacher Ch. 02
Shanti Rangaswamy slowly straightened her skin, tried to smooth the wrinkles in her blouse and failed, then stood. She almost fell.
Her legs were still weak and rubbery from the fantastic fucking that her young student had given her, she dbangd the sari around managed the petticoat somehow and moved out of the room.
She hated herself for being so weak. It might - have been reaction from coming so many times. She doubted it. Shanti knew that she should never have allowed Vijay to get such a hold over her.
She sighed and picked up her purse. Gathering together a pile of books and notes, she made her way down to the teachers' lounge.
She desperately wanted to be alone and get her head straight on what was happening to her. At the same time, she wanted to be able to talk all this out.
Shanti wasn't sure if she was happy or not to see Ramya Jayaram, one of the foreign language teachers. The woman was sitting and grading papers from a test she'd given the period before.
Both she and Shanti had the fifth period free for conferences. Mostly the two of them sat around wishing they could get a nice idli vada sambar rather than facing their sixth period classes.
"About done here," said Ramya. "Let's you and me run away together. I think it'd be nice to go to Sukh Sagar. I just finished teaching my class all about how lovely it is there. What say we get away from this rat race?" "Mataash gudda na rani," was all Shanti said..
"Oh, so the history teacher starts learning naughty words in Telugu, huh? You look pretty down in the dumps. What happened?" Shanti hesitated.
She didn't know if she should tell the other teacher or not. Yet, there was something sympathetic about the other woman.
She had those features which prevented her from ever being called a beauty, but they were soft and friendly. Her very attitude made Shanti know she could trust.. Ramya with anything she had to say.
And she told her. It all came gushing out in a steady stream of words lasting close to ten minutes, "so that's where I'm at right now. I'm so damned confused I Don't know what the fuck to do." Shanti blurted.
Ramya shook her head. "I see your problem. I, well, I've had some experience in these things, you know." "No, I didn't. You mean you've fooled around with the college youngmen, too."
"Hell, I don't know of a teacher in this College that hasn't fucked a well-hung young stud or a sweet young thing, goes with the job. See a nice ass and presto! You're in trouble if anyone finds out. I fuck my neighbor friend's 20 year son regularly - he likes especially when I am back after a day at college and complete drenched sweat between the legs - I just lie down and he disrobes me - tears my panties and cleans my cunt and ass with his long tongue - all the dirt muck and sweat and juices - and in return gives me his dirty prick for a cone lick up and down till he comes before it hardens again for a direct ass fuck His mother is now suspicious - he is away for hours as soon as I return and came to my house couple of times, I opened the door in a dishelmed state, she is rock sure I am fucking her son- depraved mind - but that is the truth.." and she winked at Shanti who looked at the other teacher in disbelief.
She thought this sort of thing was an isolated case, that she was almost unique. Now Ramya was telling her almost all of the teachers fucked around with their students. And she'd been kicked out of earlier High College for balling the coach.
And most of the people passing judgment on her were probably screwing the pants off a dozen College students! She felt better and told Ramya.
"It's nothing. But this little creep blackmailing you is going to be a hassle to get rid of. I Don't know right off the top of my head what to do about that.
Mostly, they want it, sure, but they're embarrassed to tell even their friends." "Or if they do, their friends think they're lying."
"Yeah, the old 'one-upmanship' power trip. 'I fucked the foxiest chick in College' is answered by 'Oh, yeah! I fucked her and her sister!' I've heard those young studs talking. Hell, I remember how they -were when I was in College. You probably do, too. You're not that much older than I am." For the first time,
Shanti looked closely at her friend. Although there was an air of self-assurance about Ramya, it had never dawned on the woman that she wasn't at least as old. Ramya could have been two or maybe even three years younger than Shanti.
"Twenty-six," supplied the Mallu slut. "And damned sexy for all that, too," she said proudly.
Shanti had to smile. The woman was right. She was one hell of a looker.
The tits weren't anywhere near as large as own so but then few were. Her entire body was petite, good enough and almost fragile looking. But that didn't detract at all.
"I get around," said Ramya, moving a little closer to Shanti. "You look like you can use a friendly hand right now, Am I right?" Her hand resAdi lightly on the woman's bare leg. The touch was like an electric shock. Shanti didn't know what to make of it. She couldn't move away and tell Ramya to leave her alone. She wanted the assurance this woman could give.
But that hand was sliding slowly up her leg and that was something new in her experience. What was it Ramya wanted from her?
As if the answer was squeezed from the harlot's lips, Ramya said, "You just relax Shanti darling and let me show you what it's like."
As her slender fingers found the other teacher's bare twat, she shuddered. The woman felt her fingers stroking feather-light all over her pussy lips. When the feminine finger curled around her erect clit, she moaned softly and said, "No no! This is too much, I like it done it with Chitra many times but now Don't!" Shanti quipped slyly.
"Don't worry about it," Ramya quietly replied.
Then Ramya bent over and kissed Shanti square on the lips. The hand had shaken her a lot.
More than she wanted to admit, the kiss was even more startling. She parted her lips half to protest and half because she was surprised. She was even more surprised when the other woman's tongue came surging into her mouth.
The feverish tongue stroked and caressed hers until she was gasping in passion.
This couldn't be happening to her. She couldn't get hot and bothered by another woman. But she was.
Ramya was turning her on. She was actually getting hot from another woman kissing her-and fondling her snatch. She broke off the kiss and said, "'What's happening? I Don't understand any of this. Why are you doing this to me!" Shanti feigned.
"Don't you like it?" Her hand crept across her pussy lips.
The little tingles spread like wildfire all through her crotch. Ramya was not giving up.
She was gushing out her cunt juices now. In another minute, she'd be begging this woman to finger fuck her.
"NO!" "I think you do. Admit it to yourself if not to me." Shanti squirmed uncomfortably, but she couldn't force herself to move away from the woman's questing hand. Before she knew it, that hand was pressing firmly into the bulge of her pussy mound.
"Hmmmm you Don't have any panties!" Shanti didn't answer.
She couldn't tell the woman that Vijay had taken them. To do what with them; she couldn't say, but it was no doubt something totally obscene.
"And you're juicy! All for me?"
"Y-you shouldn't be doing this. It's not right!"
"Why not? Doesn't it feel good when I do this? and this?" Her agile fingers stroked over the woman's erect clit.
A bolt of sheer delight lanced into her body, she moaned softly and slipped down a little in the chair.
The fingers worked their magic spell on her.
She wanted to protest, to say this was wrong. She couldn't do it. The words were killed deep in her throat.
Shanti Rangaswamy slowly straightened her skin, tried to smooth the wrinkles in her blouse and failed, then stood. She almost fell.
Her legs were still weak and rubbery from the fantastic fucking that her young student had given her, she dbangd the sari around managed the petticoat somehow and moved out of the room.
She hated herself for being so weak. It might - have been reaction from coming so many times. She doubted it. Shanti knew that she should never have allowed Vijay to get such a hold over her.
She sighed and picked up her purse. Gathering together a pile of books and notes, she made her way down to the teachers' lounge.
She desperately wanted to be alone and get her head straight on what was happening to her. At the same time, she wanted to be able to talk all this out.
Shanti wasn't sure if she was happy or not to see Ramya Jayaram, one of the foreign language teachers. The woman was sitting and grading papers from a test she'd given the period before.
Both she and Shanti had the fifth period free for conferences. Mostly the two of them sat around wishing they could get a nice idli vada sambar rather than facing their sixth period classes.
"About done here," said Ramya. "Let's you and me run away together. I think it'd be nice to go to Sukh Sagar. I just finished teaching my class all about how lovely it is there. What say we get away from this rat race?" "Mataash gudda na rani," was all Shanti said..
"Oh, so the history teacher starts learning naughty words in Telugu, huh? You look pretty down in the dumps. What happened?" Shanti hesitated.
She didn't know if she should tell the other teacher or not. Yet, there was something sympathetic about the other woman.
She had those features which prevented her from ever being called a beauty, but they were soft and friendly. Her very attitude made Shanti know she could trust.. Ramya with anything she had to say.
And she told her. It all came gushing out in a steady stream of words lasting close to ten minutes, "so that's where I'm at right now. I'm so damned confused I Don't know what the fuck to do." Shanti blurted.
Ramya shook her head. "I see your problem. I, well, I've had some experience in these things, you know." "No, I didn't. You mean you've fooled around with the college youngmen, too."
"Hell, I don't know of a teacher in this College that hasn't fucked a well-hung young stud or a sweet young thing, goes with the job. See a nice ass and presto! You're in trouble if anyone finds out. I fuck my neighbor friend's 20 year son regularly - he likes especially when I am back after a day at college and complete drenched sweat between the legs - I just lie down and he disrobes me - tears my panties and cleans my cunt and ass with his long tongue - all the dirt muck and sweat and juices - and in return gives me his dirty prick for a cone lick up and down till he comes before it hardens again for a direct ass fuck His mother is now suspicious - he is away for hours as soon as I return and came to my house couple of times, I opened the door in a dishelmed state, she is rock sure I am fucking her son- depraved mind - but that is the truth.." and she winked at Shanti who looked at the other teacher in disbelief.
She thought this sort of thing was an isolated case, that she was almost unique. Now Ramya was telling her almost all of the teachers fucked around with their students. And she'd been kicked out of earlier High College for balling the coach.
And most of the people passing judgment on her were probably screwing the pants off a dozen College students! She felt better and told Ramya.
"It's nothing. But this little creep blackmailing you is going to be a hassle to get rid of. I Don't know right off the top of my head what to do about that.
Mostly, they want it, sure, but they're embarrassed to tell even their friends." "Or if they do, their friends think they're lying."
"Yeah, the old 'one-upmanship' power trip. 'I fucked the foxiest chick in College' is answered by 'Oh, yeah! I fucked her and her sister!' I've heard those young studs talking. Hell, I remember how they -were when I was in College. You probably do, too. You're not that much older than I am." For the first time,
Shanti looked closely at her friend. Although there was an air of self-assurance about Ramya, it had never dawned on the woman that she wasn't at least as old. Ramya could have been two or maybe even three years younger than Shanti.
"Twenty-six," supplied the Mallu slut. "And damned sexy for all that, too," she said proudly.
Shanti had to smile. The woman was right. She was one hell of a looker.
The tits weren't anywhere near as large as own so but then few were. Her entire body was petite, good enough and almost fragile looking. But that didn't detract at all.
"I get around," said Ramya, moving a little closer to Shanti. "You look like you can use a friendly hand right now, Am I right?" Her hand resAdi lightly on the woman's bare leg. The touch was like an electric shock. Shanti didn't know what to make of it. She couldn't move away and tell Ramya to leave her alone. She wanted the assurance this woman could give.
But that hand was sliding slowly up her leg and that was something new in her experience. What was it Ramya wanted from her?
As if the answer was squeezed from the harlot's lips, Ramya said, "You just relax Shanti darling and let me show you what it's like."
As her slender fingers found the other teacher's bare twat, she shuddered. The woman felt her fingers stroking feather-light all over her pussy lips. When the feminine finger curled around her erect clit, she moaned softly and said, "No no! This is too much, I like it done it with Chitra many times but now Don't!" Shanti quipped slyly.
"Don't worry about it," Ramya quietly replied.
Then Ramya bent over and kissed Shanti square on the lips. The hand had shaken her a lot.
More than she wanted to admit, the kiss was even more startling. She parted her lips half to protest and half because she was surprised. She was even more surprised when the other woman's tongue came surging into her mouth.
The feverish tongue stroked and caressed hers until she was gasping in passion.
This couldn't be happening to her. She couldn't get hot and bothered by another woman. But she was.
Ramya was turning her on. She was actually getting hot from another woman kissing her-and fondling her snatch. She broke off the kiss and said, "'What's happening? I Don't understand any of this. Why are you doing this to me!" Shanti feigned.
"Don't you like it?" Her hand crept across her pussy lips.
The little tingles spread like wildfire all through her crotch. Ramya was not giving up.
She was gushing out her cunt juices now. In another minute, she'd be begging this woman to finger fuck her.
"NO!" "I think you do. Admit it to yourself if not to me." Shanti squirmed uncomfortably, but she couldn't force herself to move away from the woman's questing hand. Before she knew it, that hand was pressing firmly into the bulge of her pussy mound.
"Hmmmm you Don't have any panties!" Shanti didn't answer.
She couldn't tell the woman that Vijay had taken them. To do what with them; she couldn't say, but it was no doubt something totally obscene.
"And you're juicy! All for me?"
"Y-you shouldn't be doing this. It's not right!"
"Why not? Doesn't it feel good when I do this? and this?" Her agile fingers stroked over the woman's erect clit.
A bolt of sheer delight lanced into her body, she moaned softly and slipped down a little in the chair.
The fingers worked their magic spell on her.
She wanted to protest, to say this was wrong. She couldn't do it. The words were killed deep in her throat.
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