World Of Sex – Part 2

This story is in part with World of Sex-The beginning. You might want to read that before, continuing here. I am switching to third person point of view. Readers, please send your comments to [email protected]

It had been since the week they had met. Despite being in relation for eight months Payal, his girlfriend was still virgin. Yuvraj had the biggest blue balls ever. All he wanted was a good handjob from his girlfriend. That was only what he could get.

Yuvraj waited until his then girlfriend arrived. He leaned behind the fifth-floor pillar in front of the elevator. Project lab was still open and he had the keys. He knew no one was to come at that time. The elevator door opened and there she was Payal, his girlfriend.

She had small stature, long hair, wide lips and fair skin she got from being vegan. (She was a Jain) She was wearing a black jean, a loose tee, and a half denim jacket. Her belief in God was too high opposite to what he believed in. Not that he didn’t like her.

He walked to her and slid his hands around her waist.

“You are late…” He said, removing her glasses.

“I was with—”

The moment she parted her full lips to utter, he kept a finger on her lips. He gazed without a blink in her eyes, while she did the same. Eyes, no girl could say no to. He threw her glasses on the floor and held her chin up. She raised her posture by standing on her toes, trying to reach him. He held her close.

With his tongue out, he made her dry bottom lip, wet. She kissed him. He kissed her back. She moved her hands behind his head and lung at him. He lowered down and briskly kissed her. The lust rose in both of them. He moved his one hand inside the loose tee, to fell her breasts.

He turned and pinned her on the pillar, kissing her. He slid his other hand inside her tee and pulled her bra down. This made her petite boobs pop out. He cupped both of them in his hands and pressed them hard. She moaned, breaking the kiss. He pressed both her boobs, again. She moaned, ‘Ah’.

Every time he pressed her boobs, she writhed in pain. The pain she liked. He started French kissing her neck. She had long and wide nipples. He flicked and pinched her hard nipples inside her tee. She was enjoying. She had craved her boyfriend’s bare hands on her boobs and he had craved his girlfriend’s soft breast skin. The most he craved was the, ‘Ah’, ‘Ah’ she would do when he would press her boobs hard.

His cock was hard and twitching. He held her right hand guided it to his cock.

“Please…” He sighed in her ears.

She gnawed him on his shoulder. He pinched her nipple. She couldn’t unbutton his pants so; she slipped her hand inside his pant. She gripped the long hot pulsating rod. She grabbed the head of his penis and slid the soft skin up and down. He desperately wanted to free his cock and get full on wet slurry hand job.

“What is going on here?” A commanding voice broke out.

Both of them came to senses and retracted their hands from each other’s private parts. But, their heavy breathing was evident what they were up to.

Mrs. Snehal was in front of them. She taught Image Processing. She had recently joined the college. She had long brown hair tight in a pony and wore an uptight dark gray skirt and white shirt with a vest type blazer.

“I was just locking the lab Ma’am…”

“Were you?” Mrs. Snehal raised her eyebrow in suspicion.

Truly, she had been watching both of them since they had started kissing. She had not had any action in the last four months. Looking at them, she was dripping wet down. She thought of dismissing both to the principal’s office. However, her eyes gazed the bulge Yuvraj had. She made her mind.

“Payal…go down to Prof. Abhay” she commanded.

Payal moved out. Her head was down and low with shame, however, her breathing was short and fast still. She was shaking with the thought if Mrs. Snehal would tell anyone about this.

“You…in the lab now”

Mrs. Snehal stepped inside the lab without giving a look at Yuvraj. He was freighted.

“Do you know you could be expe—”

“Ma’am…I really sorry” He pleased. “Pease, don’t tell anyone”

“I was going to tell the dean about this before I saw your bulge”

He was startled, hearing what Mrs. Snehal had said. She moved close to him and caressed his cock over his jeans. He was more than obliged. Rather less frightened. She kept moving close to him until he was stopped by the table.

She was staring into his eyes while she continued her caress of his cock. He could promptly guess the size of boobs Mrs. Snehal had and they were huge. He wanted to plunge his face in them. He could see her nipples making a protruding shape on her tight shirt.

“Do you want me to tell the Dean?”

Her voice and gaze both were hypnotic.

“No…” He sighed as she pressed his cock.

She unbuttoned his pants without breaking her gaze into his eyes. Both could feel the lust build up. He moved back to the table. She sat down and pulled his pants. He knew this was wrong but his lust and soreness in his cock forbid him. She grabbed his cock and slid his skin down. He was average in length but constant masturbating had made him more than enough girth gains. She was amazed at his cock. She couldn’t wrap his hand around his girth.

“Oh…uh…”

She lightly scratched the length of his cock with her long fingernails. He felt electrifying pulses move into his body. She pulled his balls with the other hand.

“Looks like someone hasn’t had a release in a month…” Mrs. Snehal said.

Mrs. Snehal made Yuvraj immerse in the sensation she gave him. She parted her lips. She brought her tongue out and licked his cock head. He jumped down from the table. His half cock was inside Mrs. Snehal’s mouth. She looked at him and winked. He yearned for release. His balls were getting heavier and bigger.

He held her head and pushed her down his shaft. His cock head touched the deepest parts of her mouth. She pressed her balls soothingly. He grabbed her head strongly and started to glide her mouth on his cock swiftly. She was more willing to do. However, she liked this. She liked being forced by her student. Her lipstick was visible on his shaft now.He was close to his orgasm. He forced Mrs. Snehal’s mouth to and fro on his cock forcefully.

She moved back.

“Not so early, stud”

She held his cock at the base tightly and churned her balls with the other hand. He felt strange pulses moving out from his spine.

“Ah, ah…” He moaned. “Uh…ah…ghhh…”

He dry spasmed, hard.

“That was—”

“I know…” Mrs. Snehal sighed and stood up.

Her mascara fainted down, mixed with her lipstick and saliva. He kissed her hard on her lips tasting the pale smell of his own cock. He moved his hand up her skirt. She was leaking. He screeched her panty down on one side and moved her hand near her womanhood. She pressed his cock. He massaged her clit with his palm. The rough sensation of his hand on her clit was making her twitch. Her tongue invaded his mouth. He slipped his middle finger inside her wet spot. She was wet, hot and tight.

“More…” She gasped.

He slid another finger inside her vagina. He was moving his thumb on her clit in a circular motion while his fingers invaded her wet spot. He groped her breast with the other hand over her shirt. She loved his rough conduct on her pussy. She was near her orgasm. He moved the third finger inside her vagina and pressed on her clit with his thumb.
“Oh…yea…yes…yeah…God. Yeah…”

Her whole body shuddered for a long thirty seconds. He did not stop his strong attack on her pussy.

“That was—”

“I know…” he said this time with a wink.

He tore her shirt revealing her cleavage. He then pulled her bra down setting her boobs free. She was shocked. He turned her and moved behind her. he was grazing her clit with his cock head.

“I think we shood goohhddd”

He plunged his whole cock inside her. She jolted forward on the table. She was never stretched this far. He moved her right leg on the table and parched her more.

“This feels good…” Mrs. Snehal said, “Do not stop…”

He cupped her breasts and squashed them hard. He squeezed her nipple hard. His thrusts were deep and slow. He would remove his whole cock except the tip until she could feel she was empty and when she did, he would thrust forward very hard. Her pussy was very soft and smooth. He felt as if he was inside an apple pie.

“Do you like this…”

“I love this Ma’am…you are fucking good…”

“Is it, aaahhh…better than Uhhh her?”

“Thousand times…”

“Fuck me…” Mrs. Snehal said, “It feels good to have you inside…”

He was thrusting her fast.

“Yeah stretch that pussy…”

She was getting ready for another orgasm. He held her ponytail in his right hand and pulled. Her head arched up.Every time he would thrust, her breasts would shake. He was about to orgasm. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her and stretching her further away. He pushed her down. Her breast rested on the table. With every thrust, she would move to the table. Her nipples were grazing the rough wood of the table.

He grazed her clit with his other hand and rubbed it. That was it. She began to spasm again.

“Ah…fuck, yeah…”

Her pussy walls retracted around his dick. She could feel the blood rush in his cock. He was about to cum. He removed his cock from her pussy. She knelt down with her ongoing orgasm. He forced his cock inside her. Her teeth scraped the underside of his cock.

He forcefully held her head and started to move it back and forth. She held him and churned her balls. He gave out a loud moan and started to ejaculate. Spurt after spurt went inside her mouth. She removed his cock outside. He was still ejaculating. One spurt hit her face another waggled down on her breast.

“That’s a lot of cum…” She said cleaning his cock.

His body still felt the aftershock of the orgasm. He had never spurted that much of semen. Atlas, he was at ease and so was Mrs. Snehal.

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