Mrs. Prasad. She was the stuff boyhood fantasies were made of. I still remember her vividly after all these years have passed. 9 years exactly. She was my high school English teacher.
At 5' 6", she had that typical build of an Indian woman – not skinny but not fat either, just the right amount of meat on her bones. She was of wheatish complexion with her black hair cut short to her shoulders. Her breasts were small, a size-A cup perhaps, but I am not much into breasts. I am more of an ass man, and she had plenty of that – round, curvy, big. I could just gaze at that posterior as she walked along those hallowed corridors of school dressed in her trademark starched sarees. Even in her late thirties her butt was firm and tight.
Most of all, I think it was her glasses that got me. She had this way of holding them up to her lips and smiling. She could get me all riled up doing just that. She was too hot for a teacher.
Unlike Hollywood's perception, it is not all sex, drugs and rock n roll in all high schools. So I did what I could, which was a lot of fantasising and a lot of jerking off to Mrs. Prasad. I was an eighteen year old over-sexed guy who seemed to have a perpetual hard-on in Mrs. Prasad's presence.
One day, I got called to the principal's office. Mr. Reddy was a strict man who laid great stress on discipline. The students almost feared him. One look of reproach was enough to make a lot of us pee in our pants. Had it not been for this demeanour of his, a lot of girls would probably have had a crush on him. He was a good-looking man. Tall, dark and handsome.
I knocked. There was no response. I turned the handle. It was unlocked. I decided to enter. I am glad I did!
Mr. Reddy's pants were down to his ankles. Mrs. Prasad was bent over the desk, her saree lifted to her waist, egging Mr. Reddy on. I could see his big, black cock move in and out of her cunt. His balls were almost as big as golf balls. Mrs. Prasad's face was contorted in an expression of ecstasy.
I was hard instantly. Mrs. Prasad had lovely long legs, muscular thighs, and her derriere was beautifully round and brown. She was better than I had imagined her to be.
I quickly locked the door. The sound jolted them back to reality. Mr. Reddy stopped and pulled out. His cock was truly magnificent – must be over 8 inches at least, thick, uncut. The head was swollen almost obscenely. Mrs. Prasad's juices glistened on his member.
His eyes were bloodshot, "You were supposed to knock!"
"I did" I replied calmly, "Perhaps you should lock the door the next time."
I don't know what came off me. I should have been terrified of his anger, not calm as the ocean. But then, Mr. Reddy with his manhood standing up proudly was not a fearsome sight at all. His cock was still twitching. This man was still excited, may be even more so now that a student had walked in on him.
He screamed, "You think you are such a smart ass? Come here!"
