Teacher’s Forceful Submission! – Part 4

After Supriya left, I took some rest by laying on the bed. Neelam, too, took some rest to get energised for more brutal sex. In the evening, we ordered some food and had dinner. We were still naked, and we talked about our lives.

I told her how I started fucking my aunt (read my story: Chachiji MMS) and my professor Lalita. Neelam, too, told me about her wild adventures. She told me she had slept with all the gents in her husband’s village during and after his death.

She told me she even sleeps with her nephew, and I reminded her of him. After talking for some more time, we figured out that we were related to each other. She is my father’s distant cousin. This made our love even deeper, and we started kissing each other.

Neelam then removed all sorts of fantasy stuff from the bag. One by one, she put it on a table. There were handcuffs, ropes, masks, costumes, dildos and much more. Neelam looked at me and said, “Now that we know I am your aunt, let’s take it to the next level.”

She immediately handcuffed me, started to whip me, and made me all red. “Neelam aunty, please spare me! Have some mercy!” I pleaded.

Neelam responded, “Whom are you calling aunty? You motherfucker!”

“Sorry, please have some mercy, Didi!”

“Don’t call me Didi. Bhenchod! Call me Neelam.”

“Okay, Neelam.” She then stopped whipping me, but this time put a dildo in my ass, my first time. It was too brutal for me. Neelam and I continued with the BDSM sex throughout the night. She might be old, but she had a lot of energy for sex.

In the morning, we had our final sex in the shower before dressing up. She told me she would call me again. But I vowed never to go to her again for the pain I had suffered. My principal, Aadab, had come to pick me up. I told Aadab about everything. She was very supportive and thanked me for saving the college.

Aadab wanted some sex. But looking at my condition, she left me at my home and let me rest. I straight away went to my room for some sleep. In the evening, I was woken by Principal Aadab’s call. She told me she would pick me up in half an hour, and we had to meet the college trustee.

I dressed up in a suit because I had to meet the college trustee. My aunt saw me in the suit and could not resist herself. We shared a big kiss but were caught by my uncle. I immediately rushed out of the house before my uncle could catch me.

I left my aunt alone to handle the situation. (detailed story coming up in another part of Chachiji MMS). Principal Aadab drove me to the trustee, Mrs. Patel’s house. We were welcomed there by a smiling Mrs. Shraddha Patel. Mrs Patel was a 63-year-old woman.

She was fair, had grey hair, her boobs were saggy, but had maintained herself. Her husband was also present. Her husband was in his 70s and looked like a fat potato. Mrs. Patel made us sit on the sofa and offered us tea and snacks. Soon, we started discussing the secret audit and how I practically saved the college.

Aadab said, “This boy made both the auditors happy with his dick and saved the college lakhs of rupees. I have done this boy, and I know he’s a delight in bed.”

Mrs Patel came closer to me and said, “I am very proud of you, my boy. Now I want the same delightful experience as you gave to the auditors and Aadab.” I looked puzzled for a few moments and said, “Mrs Patel, what are you saying, ma’am? What about your husband?”

“Oh, you don’t worry about him. He can’t use his tool, and he stays out of this. And baby, don’t call me Mrs Patel. For you, I am Shraddha!”

Principal Aadab sensed that her work was done, so she left, saying, “Honey, I will pick you up tomorrow at 9. Enjoy! Bye, ma’am!” Aadab left, leaving me alone with the Patel couple. I knew there was no escaping from Mrs. Patel. She looked into my eyes, trying to flirt with me.

Seeing her husband looking at us, I said, “Let’s do this, Shraddha. Can we at least do it in your bedroom!”

“My baby wants some privacy? Come with me!” She held my hand and took me to her bedroom.

Shraddha and I shared a big kiss. Then I proceeded to undress her saree, and we started having sex. She opened up her hair which was tied in a bun, and rode my dick like an angel. I then gave her pussy some sucking and fucked her for hours.

I thought she would be done in some time. But it took her more than two hours of sex to make her exhausted when we finally slept beside each other naked.

The next morning, she woke me up for one more round of sex. She said, “Wake up, Beta. Give your mommy some good sex before you leave.”

“Yes, Shraddha. You are such a gentle lady.” I proceeded to kiss Shraddha slowly. But I saw her husband was also in the same room, sitting on a chair, watching us lovebirds naked on the bed.

Shraddha saw my tensed face and said, “Beta, he is just here to see his wife be fucked by a handsome boy. Don’t be nervous. I am always with you.” Shraddha then proceeded to kiss me. I got comfortable being with Shraddha around her husband.

Shraddha and I had sex for an hour in various positions. Finally, I came inside Shraddha, and I dressed up to leave. While leaving, she handed me an iPhone and said, “This is for saving the college from the surprise audit.”

Her husband continued, “This is for giving my wife a great time!” while handing me a bunch of cash. “You can get more if you keep visiting every week to give my wife a fun time.” I replied, “I will.”

“You definitely will!” her husband replied while showing me the sex clip of me and Shraddha. Shraddha and her husband started laughing and I came to know what their plan was. “You win, Shraddha. Now to think about it, Neelam and Supriya were set up by you. Am I right?”

“Yes, you absolutely are my genius boy. Now that you know my house, come here every Friday evening. We will have some fun.” I said sure and left Mrs. Patel’s house.

Principal Aadab picked me up from Mrs. Patel’s house. We had a big laugh about this situation that had unfolded. She was also a part of the plan. She took me to her home, where we had some quick sex, and then she left me at my house.

Now I have to face my uncle, who caught me kissing my aunt. (Chachiji MMS)