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Mature stuff

One day we all 3 were sitting under and tree and were having a quiet time. We were just sitting there seeing the sky and nature. We could see people passing from the road. At that time a mature lady in her early 30’s was passing by. Sunil saw her and his eyes was stuck on her. He was looking her walk the whole way. I saw this and poke at him.


Me: She is a matured woman.

Sunil: So what?

Me: I mean she is way more older than us and is bad.

Sunil: (Laughing) Bad? Dude, mature are the most sexiest thing in the world.

I was surprised to hear that. But if sunil said it than that must be true.

Sunil: Dude. See her. She was juicy and fully ripe. Her boobs and ass are the best.

He was right. Me and Rahul could only agree with him.

Sunil: These aunties are more experienced and better on bed.

We both were spell bound and heard him quietly. He was right. The matured women were more enticing. They had huge ripe boobs and asses. That day I learnt something new.

I and Rahul were in drunken state. It was obvious that the mature was more good stuff. They were like the wine. Which gets better with age. The most important part. It was a taboo. The taboo stuff just made electricity pass in our bodies. We knew that matured women were our new best thing.

Our eyes were now searching for all matured women. Who can that be. Actresses are obviously matured. Random women in city were great. But we need more. Our interest went from actresses to random women to all matures aunties we came across.


More close meant more taboo

We were happy with all the beauties in the city. Now our interest was not into playing sports or watching porn. Watching porn is epic but still we liked roaming around looking at the beauties of the world. We fantasized them while shagging. Each day we would bring new lady in our shagging. Small things used to excite us. The boobs, ass, the bra peeking from the blouse. The bra line under the blouse. The fluffy stomach between the sarees. The tight jeans of the gals. Little peak of the cleavages. Everything excited us.


One day as usual in class I were day dreaming. Ravi my classmate a horny guy poked me and asked me to see something in front. I saw our English teacher writing something on the board. I had no clue what he was saying. He had a cunning smile and asked me to see again. I didn’t see anything and asked him to say it. He came close to me and said bra. I looked immediately and saw the teacher’s bra peeking outside her blouse. Suddenly my body got stiff. It was Shushila teacher’s bra. Woooooooooooow! It was not the bra which excited us. It was that it was our own English teacher. She was not somebody from outside. She was close to us and I never saw her that way. What we were doing was wrong and taboo. Blood rushed to my cock and it stood in attention. The bra was not relevant any more. Her ass, boobs, curves, thighs, stomach and everything was running in my head. I told Rahul about this and that day miss shushila was double penetrated by both of us in our fantasy. She screamed our names and we screamed teacher shushila with our ejaculation. 

That day we had our new best thing.