Chapter 1: Agnes

Hey folks. My name is Sachin.

Well I am 18 years old; around 6 feet tall with a dusky complexion and a strong build. My class teacher, Mrs. Agnes is 38 years old. She is a christian married to a south Indian. Around 5’7 inches tall, a dark complexion, long hair until her waist. She got awesome eyes, which are topped with sexy eyebrows. Her lips are so very seducing especially when she applies red lipstick. She had a fleshy and curvaceous ass, which used to move with her every move. The best feature though, was her boobs ... man they were HUGE! Must be around 38DD ... They were just melons! Always, she used to wear sexy sarees of either black or red colour. Most of the boys of my class wanted to fuck her ... but I got lucky!

I was very good in maths, so she had a liking for me. In addition, both of us shared the same birthday! Therefore, we had a very good relationship. I used to respect her initially, but slowly I started to see her as a woman. A hungry look used to creep over my eyes whenever she came close to me. I wanted to be with her on the bed, and I was becoming desperate day by day. She appeared to be a very reserved woman and hence I was scared to do anything. Still, she used to be a little frank with me since we got along quite well. She lives just two blocks away from my house. Therefore, we usually travelled together. I used to be turned on by her sensuous scent and her way of speaking. Finally, I could not resist longer.

It was our annual day. It got over at night and we returned at around 10.30 P.M. My parents were at my grand mother’s place since she was sick. Therefore, they had given me the keys of my house and left. However, I, faking that I had lost my keys told it to Agnes madam. She said I could stay the night at her place. I thanked her as we got in. Her husband was working offshore in Assam and her son had already gone to sleep. Therefore, she gave me her son’s clothes and told me to change. As I went to the bathroom to change, I saw a bucket full of unwashed clothes. On top of that was her bra! A sleek black one. I took it and ran it through my lips and my monster inside the underwear was roaring. I had a thorough hand job. After I had changed, we had dinner together. She had worn a white maxi and her white bra was clearly visible underneath. I guess she had forgotten to put on her maxi’s button ... so I could see a tiny little cleavage. I forgot my food and went on staring at her breasts. She noticed and asked me what I was doing.