Teacher Under The Train With Student

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This is madhan again, first of all, thanks to all indian sex stories readers for 10000+ likes (https://www.indiansexstories2.net/incest/erotic-time-house-owners-wife/), and all your feedback. I have been getting a lot of requests from my female readers.

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About Me: I am  madhan of 27 years, 6″ tall, broad shoulder, not so fair not so dark (south Indian complexion). This story will be narrated in the footsteps of the heroine as per request of one of my female reader Swetha (actual name).

Now coming to the story, the heroine of the story is mamtha (name changed), a chemistry teacher for PU college. I am 35 yr married with two kids and leading a very happy satisfied life with my husband.

There was a drawing competition in which all the sketches were exhibited. I was mesmerized by a sketch, which belonged to a student named madhan. He was standing next to the painting. I told him the sketch is very good. The embarrassment or pleasure caused by this praise made him squirm (twisting his side to side). When I started telling him some suggestions on the sketch, he shrugged.

To correct myself “No, I mean”. I bet you could do really brilliant things. This is very very good. Then I started asking him few questions (his name, how old he is)

After few days after meeting madhan, I found a sketch on my desk (in the staff room). It was a pencil sketch of a woman in a romantic smile, with a cleavage ballooning out from the low cut blouse. Below the sketch, it was written, Foxy Lady.

I understood that the sketch will be from that boy madhan. I don’t know why I was not furious instead I was pleased and flattened. I did not ask about this from madhan as the sketch was sent anonymously me.

After few days, I saw madhan dawdling outside the staff room.
He asked “Miss, did you get the picture?”
Me: what? You mean it was from you?

I told him it was a lovely picture and that if really had drawn it he ought to have signed it. I asked him to wait and went inside staff room. I brought the sketch from the bottom drawer of my desk and told him why don’t you sign it for me?

Why miss? He asked
I laughed, ‘no reason, I just thought it would be nice. Usually, artists like to take credit for their work.

He told that it was not as good as some of the other things he had done.
He told hesitantly that the picture had been intended as a portrait of her. I jokingly by mistake told him generous bosom (regarding cleavage) you have given. I can see he was embarrassed.

In the night while sleeping there was a ticking sensation in me remembering how naughty that sketch was and madhan innocent face was coming in front of me.

After that incident, next few months nothing much happened. He used to listen to my class very attentively, interested and eager to learn.

One fine day I remembered him saying he has drawn finer sketches. I asked him to drop by some sketches to me. He brought some of the sketches in the coming week and spent almost 2 hours while I was going through sketches. When I was telling about some upcoming chemistry inventories he interrupted and told I speak very sweetly, I should have been a news/weather reader.

As time went on madhan visit became routine with painting or other doubts. We became quite close with each other as he was accommodating my interests quite well. It was the nearly end of the year, when he came there was something on his forehead. I just rubbed his head. When my hands came away strings of hair in my hand rose up. Madhan closed his eyes and smiled “Do that again miss” he said.
I unintentionally inclined to repeat the gesture. I told him it’s time to go. I packed my bag and bid farewell.

One day I was going after completion of the class and I saw madhan was fighting with another student. I went and interrupted, but madhan did not listen they finally broke the fight after principal intervened. After that incident, I did not talk with madhan for a week.

After the week madhan came “miss, I have some stuff to show you
Me: why would I bother to look at it?
He apologized for all that things. I told him I have a lot of work to do and asked him to go. But he was reluctant to go. But somehow I made him go.

As all my work got completed, I started towards the parking lot. I saw madhan waiting there, surprised I asked him what he is doing when all have gone home.
He: waiting for you, miss.
That moment I felt he is having a crush on me and he has been developing these.
Me: what did you want to see me about? See madhan if you need to talk to me about anything you can do it in school. No, he said shaking his head.
Me: well then bye.

He: I really like you miss. I think about you all the time I was.
Me: it’s good you like me. Now I have to go home
He: it’s more than liking miss. I am really into you miss.
[from his voice I thought he could try]
Me: madhan this isn’t, this it won’t.

I got onto my bike and started, in a hurry, I fell madhan came and helped me.

After another week he pleaded and made me meet him outside school by leaving a note on my table. For next 12 hours, I was thinking whether to go or not.
I went to the spot, he was surprised as I turned up.

Me: I thought you will something with yourself that’s why I came nothing more.
He let’s walk a little bit.

As we walked we came upon an area which was desolate railway track with few junk trains and covered with trees. Madhan turned and clasped my hands in his and began walking between junk trains pulling me along with him.

He come on in here.
Me: what are you doing?
I don’t know why I allowed myself to be pulled, then we walked for a minute as I was about to protest he left me from his grip.

It was a cold day
He: we can be private here. (he opened his jacket spreading it on the ground)
You can sit here miss.
I sat.

He took my face with hands and started kissing. I couldn’t resist and started to kiss him. He was wildly kissing with his tongue all over my mouth (it was a long kiss).

Me: don’t tell this to anyone?
He: doesn’t worry miss.

We went under the junk train. I got wild and opened his pants and underwear. He had a very big cock. I was wet inside. I opened my panties faster and guided his cock inside me. He was with a lot of strength banged me. I was a lust filled at that instant.
After first round. He asked shall we do it again.

We did it again. He was pressing my boobs and inserted his big cock inside me.
As too big a story is boring to read. To know in further detail pls ask me which incident u want in detail and I will be happy to narrate.

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