Reunion With My Hot Tuition Teacher

Hi, this is Rahul; I had been invited to a wedding of my class mate in my home town- Hyderabad. The party was in a hotel where we were put up. It was like after 10 years. I was trying to connect faces with names as the party progressed, I saw a woman, She didn’t look forgettable, She looked beautiful, she had sparkling brown eyes, dark brown hair, She was wearing a one piece party gown, her neck was encased in a big red pendent. I was trying to figure out, Was she one of my friends sister?

I tried not to examine her body in detail, but she certainly had a very nice one. She had a curvy belly and heavy breasts, and wide swelling hips. It was the kind of a body that spoke to a life well-lived, and suggested that there was still plenty of life out there to be enjoyed. I was frankly astonished that I didn’t remember her at all.

“Hello!” I said to her, finally tired of trying to remember her “It’s so good to see you? Enjoying the party?”

She gave me a smile. “You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked after sipping from the wine from the glass that she was holding, a little amused. No, I am sorry. I don’t” “I’m clearly going to need to see a doctor, If I can forget you; there’s something wrong with me.” I replied flirting.

She gave a small laugh, “My name is Shabana, Rahul, and I was your tuition teacher and I taught you for a few months. I gave an embarrassed smile, hoping that I hadn’t made a bad an impression on Shabana back when I was her student.

Shabana gave loud laugh. You were a very good student that was back when you still thought you were going to become a doctor. Looks like you haven’t used many of my lessons in years.”

All of this was not bringing back any recollections about her, but I still knew how to socialize. I shook my head and replied, “You’d be surprised. I might have switched my subjects, after my junior college, but I probably learned more useful lessons from you than I ever did from anyone else.”

She rolled her eyes in amusement. “Oh, really,” she said. “Nevertheless, you were a much better student than I was a teacher.”I’m very sorry, but I don’t remember studying with you at all.” I blushed, hating to say that.

“And that’s just what I’m talking about,” Shabana replied, if anything even more amused. “It’s been many years, and you’ve remembered all your lessons-well, all my lessons, really-just perfectly. She went about reminding me of the classes she took, slowly like a dream; I began to get back the memories.

“That’s right, Rahul,” Shabana said, taking a step closer, her voice just a bit softer and lower. “You see? You’re a perfect student, and you remember all your lessons. You remember to forget, and you forget to remember, just like I told you that you would. Doesn’t it feel nice to be a good student?”

I nodded, “Nice,” he mumbled, his conversational skills deserting him in the face of her, pleasant warmth. It felt too much like effort to think of words, now. Shabana could tell me what to say, what to think, and I could just agree. That was so much easier, I remembered now, and felt better. Shabana would teach, and I would learn.

Shabana took my hand in hers, and said, “It’s so good that it’s all coming back to you, Rahul. But I think you’ll remember even better if we were in the same position, when I taught you all your lessons, all those years ago. Wouldn’t you agree, Rahul?” Of course he agreed. Shabana had just said it, and everything Shabana said made so much sense to him. He nodded absently and allowed her to walk me past the throng of guests, through the hotel lobby, She took me to her room, She locked the room door behind us, made me sit on the chair in the room with her opposite me, It brought back powerful memories, some that he hadn’t thought about for years. Memories of wanting to impress this beautiful teacher, wanting to show that I was listening and paying attention to her explanations.
“You remember now, don’t you?” Shabana asked… Then, to my surprise she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall. I stood up in shock, “Yes,” I said, in a low voice. “I remember everything now.” my dick got erect and made a tent in my trousers, as I was seeing Shabana’s nude body. She pulled my shirt and jacket off my shoulders; pulling up my vest she began to nuzzle my chest.

I sighed, my eyes rolling back in my head as Shabana’s lips found my nipples.
“You are a good student,” she said, pushing me back onto the bed with a gentle push.
I moaned softly in arousal as her fingers found my belt buckle, undoing my trousers and pulling them down.

“Good boy,” Shabana said, teasing my balls with her fingertips. She tugged on the shaft experimentally, my cock twitched, and an electric pulse of pleasure shot all the way up my spine right into my head.

She jacked my cock over and over, spreading the pre cum up and down the slick shaft and onto my swollen head

Shabana reached down and took my hand, wrapping it around the base of my cock, and I began to stroke him automatically. She then lowered herself onto my mouth; I could feel her wet pussy lips open to my probing tongue. I began to eat her pussy like there was o tomorrow, this licking made me hot; I needed to cum so badly, needed to spurt my heavy load out, my mouth full of her slick and dripping pussy. I redoubled my licking, desperate to give her the climax she wanted so that she would free my mouth, so I could ask her for my orgasm.

I couldn’t concentrate on anything but flicking Shabana’s clit with his tongue, driving her to greater and greater heights of pleasure, wanting to make her cum, needing to make her cum. A good student always made his tutor happy, and I realized now that I had never stopped being Shabana’s student.

“Oh yes,” Shabana moaned, “oh good boy, oh right there fuck me yes tongue fuck me good boy good boy oh good boy CUM!” She writhed and squirmed on my face, smearing her wetness all over my lips and chin as she climaxed, her body shuddering. After she got her breath back, Her right hand reached down, masturbating furiously with one finger, other fingers reaching for my cock tip, guiding it inside her, stretching her knees wide as my fully erect dick slithered inside her, all the time moaning and gasping, in contrast to my own low rhythmic grunting as I thrust into her, feeling practiced vaginal muscles grinding and massaging as I slipped deeper and deeper.

Her calves wrap around my heaving buttocks as I began to push right into her. Driving hard as I can, face to face, watching her expression. Eyes closed, head rolled back, teeth bared and a stuttering moan coming out of her mouth, a low animal sound, each time I drive further.

Her Fingernails dig into my ribs, hard, and I arch sharply in response to the pain, hips hammering deeper. Shabana opens her eyes wide open, staring up at me with a wild woman’s demanding Pleasure, moaning with each wild thrust, demanding that I fuck her ever harder.

For many minutes we’re sweating hard, writhing and straining at each other, locked together, frantically pushing harder into her, my movement growing faster and faster, literally slamming us together once a second, the rising pressure was driving us both to the edge and beyond.

“AaH!” I almost scream as the flood gates open and I am spurting inside her. Once, twice, thrice. Shabana wails Oh yes, Rahul, Pound me, fuck me, come inside me, and she surges against me, once then again before falling back onto the bed.

My legs won’t hold me; I fall into her, rolling sideways. Out of breath and trying not to crush her panting naked frame.

As our breathing subsides, she wraps long legs round my thigh and rubs her soaked and slippery crotch against my hip, Her right hand strokes my chest, moving ever lower as it crosses my stomach and down to my exhausted cock.
“Oh, that was nice,” Shabana whimpered, sounding slightly dazed “Not exactly a traditional proposal, but I don’t think that mouth has ever been put to better use. Wouldn’t you agree, Rahul?”

I didn’t know what he was agreeing to, exactly; the intensity of the climax had washed away my remaining awareness and left me utterly mindless. I simply said “Yes, Ma’am,” because my tutor wanted me to agree. “Good boy,” Shabana sighed, rolling over to rest her head on my chest. We soon drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, forgetting that we had come to attend the wedding party.
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