Teachers' Tender Teachings

* All characters in this story are 18 years or above

It was the annual scholar's day celebration in my institution. It was a traditional event in which all scholars and educators got together to celebrate the completed year and usher in the new academic season of higher learning. My parents had been invited but Father had to rejoin work tomorrow. He did not wish to go. Mother did not seem keen either.

Whenever parents could not come, it was tradition for an educator to accompany to us to the celebrations, to show that we were not alone. The celebrations were to be held in a large auditorium on the other side of the town. Shobha madam had volunteered to pick me up, I was told. I was flustered as well as excited. I had a tiny crush on Shobha madam, who taught us elocution, debate, poetry and English. She was tall, intelligent and beautiful with short hair that came down to her neck. She was always dressed elegantly in a saree and her diction was perfect. I did my best work in her lectures. She always gave me good marks and had kind things to say, much to the jealousy of my coursemates.

I fretted over my dress clothes as Mother assured me that I looked smart in my crisp, ironed shirt with my hair parted neatly to the right. She helped me pick up my clothes and get dressed. It was around five in the evening when Shobha madam reached our residence. She looked beautiful in a blue saree with floral patterns. She was wearing red lipstick and held a black handbag around her shoulder. Mother and Father bid me goodbye at the door. Shobha madam led me to her parked Maruti car. I got in beside her and put on the seatbelt. She drove out into the main road. The sun was setting in the distance, behind the rising hills.

"It's so beautiful, isn't it?" she said, indicating the glorious, orange coloured vista. I agreed with her. "Would you like some music?" she asked. I nodded. Classical western music filled the car.

"How is Reeta?" she asked of my mother.

"Mother is good," I said.

"She is enjoying her sabbatical?"

"Yes, ma'am"

My mother, Reeta, had taken a couple of years off from her job as an educator. Shobha madam used to work with her earlier. We drove in silence for a while before Shobha madam asked, "Rehant, do you have a girlfriend?"

I was nonplussed. Madam giggled. "Oh don't be so shy. A handsome boy like you must have a girlfriend."

I shook my head as I blushed furiously.

"I have to pick up Shormistha madam on the way. Do you mind if we stop at a nearby hotel? She is picking up a student from there."

I said I did not mind. Anything to spend a bit more time with her before the function.

"Do you know her?" madam asked.

"Yes, Shormistha ma'am teaches us advanced math."

"Is she strict?"

"Umm... a bit."

Shormistha madam had a reputation as a humorless, severe person who was liberal when it came to wielding the ruler on errant boys. She was tall and thin and always wore a saree to her lectures. She was not a classically beautiful woman. She had frizzy hair that was always tied up in a bun. She was a widow and her son was a senior scholar, in the arts section, a year ahead of me.

Shobha madam drove off the main road onto the highway. Away from the bustle of the town, the cars were few in number. The hotel was a nice, classy one, built like a resort in the hills. We drove along the winding roads until we reached the main parking area.

"Here," Shobha madam said, extending her hand.

I took her hand. It was soft and warm. We walked together into the lobby. To my surprise she walked to the lift and we went up to the third floor.

"Don't be worried," she said, as I looked at the clock on the wall of the corridor. "The function is such a bore, isn't it? It won't matter if we miss the beginning."

She walked to the end of a long corridor, with paintings on the walls. She stopped in front of room 312 and knocked.

"Shormistha?" she called out.

There was no reply. She took out a key card from her hand bag and beeped open the door.

It was a large room, with two large beds on either side with a passage in between, that lead to the bathroom. We were a simple middle class family and I had never stayed in such a nice hotel room before. Inside I saw another scholar, Saumerjeet, who was in a section above mine. He was smartly dressed in a instituition issue blazer. Standing in front of him and buttoning up his shirt was Shormistha madam, who was wearing a bottle green saree.

Saumerjeet bhaiyya was a particular favourite among the educators. He was as good in studies as he was in sports and extracurricular activities. He played tennis, swam, ran track and somehow found time to represent the institution in quizzing and speech competitions. Saumerjeet bhaiyya was also friends with Shormistha madam's son.

There was a gift hamper on one of the beds. Shobha madam led me to the bed and sat down with me standing in front of her. She opened a chocolate in one of the hampers and broke off a piece.

"Why don't you have one?" she said, raising it to my mouth.

Hesitantly I opened my mouth to receive the piece. Her fingers brushed against my lower lip and I shivered.

"Do you like it?"

I nodded.

"Does your mother feed you?"

"N-no."

"Mothers should feed their sons, don't you think?" she said, feeding me another piece. Her soft fingers touched my lips again.

Behind her, by the bed, I suddenly saw Saumerjeet bhaiya shirtless. Shormistha madam was neatly folding his blazer and shirt on the other bed. I gasped in shock. Shobha ma'am turned back to look.

"What's wrong Rehant?"

I could not put into words what I was witnessing. Shormistha madam had been in fact unbuttoning Saumerjeet's shirt before, not helping him dress up.

Shobha madam continued, "Why? What's wrong? Saumerjeet needs to take a bath and Shormistha madam is helping him undress. Doesn't your mother undress you, beta?"

I blushed. "No, ma'am, she doesn't," I whispered.

"Oh," she sounded disappointed. "Are you very shy? Didn't she bathe you?"

"I-I-I don't bathe with her! No!"

The very idea was very strange. I had my own bathroom and mother had her own in our master bedroom. I looked back towards Saumerjeet. Shormistha madam reached out her fingers and started unzipping his trousers.

Shobha ma'am continued, "That's a pity. It helps mothers and sons form lifelong bonds. You do love your mother, right Rehant?"

I nodded. "Yes, madam."

I swallowed as Saumerjeet's trousers dropped to the floor and he stepped out of it. He was wearing tiny, white briefs. His thighs were pale white. The front of his brief had a prominent tent. There could be no mistaking it. I knew it because recently, after I had reached the age of maturity, my body had started undergoing changes too.

Shobha madam continued, "Shormistha madam feels that Saumerjeet is like a son to her. After all, Saumerjeet and Devdutt are close friends. So it is only natural that she helps him."

Shormistha madam sat on the bed and pulled down Saumerjeet bhaiyya's underwear, exposing his round, white buttocks. For some reason, I looked at his buttocks and hamstrings. They were taut. He was an athlete after all. Now Shormistha madam dropped the pallu of her green saree and I saw her black blouse and her exposed midriff.

I gasped. Shobha madam smiled and fed another piece of chocolate into my open mouth. Shormistha madam continued to undress.

"Shormistha madam is going to help Saumerjeet take a bath," Shobha madam whispered softly

I stared as Shormistha madam stripped naked and stood facing Saumerjeet. I had never thought of Shormistha madam as a woman but now I could not help admire her harsh, naked beauty. I could only see her side profile but my eyes drank in her tall figure, her small breasts that hung low, her pointy brown nipples, her slim legs and the thick bush that was protruding out from between her legs. She looked very beautiful, in an earthy way.

Clearly, Saumerjeet bhaiyya thought the same. His nunu was erect and pointing straight at Shormistha madam. Then Shormistha aunty took Saumerjeet's hand in hers and I was shocked to see them walk together down the passage to the bathroom. Saumerjeet came up to Shormistha madam's shoulder. His whole body was fair and white like his face. Shormistha madam's bottom sagged a bit unlike Saumerjeet bhaiyya's. I was captivated by Shormistha madam's naked backside- her back, her shoulder blades, the dimples above her buttocks, her small, round buttocks, the back of her thighs and her calves. It was the first time I had seen naked woman in real life.

I watched them disappear into the bathroom.

"So... Shormistha madam is a beautiful woman, is she not?"

I was brought back to earth by Shobha madam's words. She gave me an amused look. I looked down at my feet.

"Is your little nunu all stiff because of her?" she whispered.

I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole. My body had betrayed me and I was having an erection, just like Saumerjeet bhaiyya. I covered the front of my trousers with my hands. Worse, it felt like I had betrayed Shobha madam by lusting for Shormistha madam. Shobha madam giggled. She took my hands in her and gently pulled them apart.

"It's alright Rehant beta," she said softly. "Your body is reacting in a very masculine way. It is both natural and healthy. Has mother Reeta seen your erections?"

Words failed me. I shook my head. I had never before thought of my mother as a woman. It had been a long time since she had bathed me or seen me in the nude.

"Would you like to freshen up with a bath as well?" Shobha madam whispered, her palm on my chest

I nodded. I was in a daze as she undressed. She took her time and was very deliberate. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off me and then took off my baniyan. She caressed my bare chest.

"Ah! Shobha madam, ah!!"

"Beta, please call me Shobha when we are together. It makes me feel young and good."

I nodded. She slowly unzipped my pants and pulled it down to release my aching manhood. She regarded it keenly for a while.

"You have such a beautiful penis, Rehant," she said.

I blushed. I did not think that it was anything special. I knew that there were some senior boys who had longer and thicker penises. All the same, her words made me feel special.

It was Shobha madam's turn to undress. I helped her by unhooking her blouse, folding her saree carefully and helping untie the knot of the petticoat. Madam had a slim body. Her ribs, collar bones, hip bones were all prominent. Her breasts were fair and small like Shormistha madam's. It was topped by small, dark nipples. With age and maturity it was sagging down a bit. Her tummy was crisscrossed with stretchmarks that was a testament to her motherhood.

"Do you like my dudus, Rehant?" Shobha madam asked. "Here feel them."

I nervously ran my fingers over her soft mounds. I heard her sigh softly. It was like I was having an out of body experience, touching the breasts of my dear teacher. Madam then slipped out of her petticoat and underwear. I took a quick glance below. There was a neatly trimmed triangular patch of hair over her mound. Underneath, her dark brown intimate lips were protruding out.

"You are so beautiful, Shobha," I exclaimed.

Shobha madam rewarded me with a beautiful smile. "Come," she said holding out her hand.

We walked hand in hand down to the bathroom. When we entered we found that it was dense with floating steam. Taps gurgled hot water into the heart shaped bathtub. Saumerjeet was standing in the middle of the tub, his hands on Shormistha madam's head, as she knelt in the water. Shormistha madam was sucking Saumerjeet bhaiyya's nunu. Bhaiyya was moaning as Shormistha madam rocked her head back and forth. The whole of Bhaiyya's length was inside her mouth. Shobha madam put an arm around my shoulder.

"Why don't you take a quick shower? I will get some soap."

I could not tear my eyes away from them as I rinsed myself under the shower. The shower partition was made of glass and it fogged up as the steam from the hot shower rose. Shobha madam entered, breasts glittering with water droplets, and turned me around so that I faced the wall. I placed my hands against the wall. Shobha madam soaped up my back first, her soft hands gliding softly against my skin. She then moved to my front. I loved the feeling of her soft hands on my chest and stomach. She knelt down and soaped up my legs. So now my whole body was covered with a layer of soap except for my privates.

"Let me soap up," said Shobha madam.

I watched open mouthed as she stood in front of me and moved her soapy hands all over her body. I wished I could be the one to do the soaping. I was too shy to ask. Madam soaped up her triangular patch of curly pubic hair and her vagina with quick movements of her fingers and then turned around and proceeded to soap up her buttocks and the space between her ass cheeks. My nunu was straining hard as I admired her naked body.

"Now," she said, after covering up the whole of her body with lather, "let's complete soaping you up."

She came near me and put her arms around me and pulled me close. I put my head on her breasts. I felt her legs rubbing against mine. Slowly she rubbed her soapy body against me. I felt her soft breasts slide across my face and her stomach against mine. She maneuvered me so that I was against the glass with her behind me.

I leaned against the glass and moaned as Shobha madam's fingers caressed my bottom. Through the hazy glass, I saw Shormistha madam sitting on the edge of the bath tub, her legs spread apart. Saumerjeet bhaiyya was kneeling between her knees, his face buried in her womanhood. Shormistha madam's head was thrown back and I could see the muscles of her thin back, taut with tension.

I gasped as Shobha madam suddenly slid her hand between my legs and fondled my testicles.

"Does your mother Reeta play with your balls?" she whispered.

She nestled my delicate balls in her palm and juggled it. She then reached around to hold my erection with a soapy hand.

"Shobha madam!" I gasped as pleasure rose up like lava. She gently moved her soapy hands up and down my shaft, from the base to the tip. It felt like I was standing on the edge of a precipice and the sweet release of pleasure was but a moment away.

Just as I was about to lose control, Shobha madam let go and turned me around. With a smile, she said, "I think we should shower and rinse off the soap. I wouldn't want you to finish prematurely."

We washed off the soap under the shower. She used her hands on my genitals to make sure everything was clean. I wiped away the soap off her waist and stomach but did not dare go any further. Once we had showered, we exited the shower area.

Shormistha madam and Smarjt bhaiyya had left already. Shobha madam toweled me first and then herself. She took care to rub the soft towel against my penis, testicles. Then she made me lean forwards as she dried my bottom, making sure to rub dry the area between my ass cheeks.

Then, she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. Shormistha aunty was straddling Saumerjeet bhaiyya and rocking up and down. Bhaiyya's hands were holding on to her small breasts. He was squeezing it. Shormistha madam was moaning softly, leaning forward and holding on to the headboard.

Shobha madam laid herself on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. She patted her stomach and I crawled onto her lap. She brushed my hair in a maternal fashion. Her body felt warm and welcoming. Her skin felt smooth against my cheeks. I kissed her tummy lightly. Shormistha madam's moans became louder in the background.

Shobha madam's breasts were soft and....droopy. I took one in my mouth and suckled. She allowed me to fall forwards onto her and stroked my hair. With the other hand she caressed my back. I sucked, licked and kissed her brown nipples and areolas.

"You like it, beta? You choos me so well..Umm...Ah!"

Once I was done with her right breast I started on the left. By the time I was done, her chest was covered with my saliva. Shobha gave me a grateful kiss on the lips.

"I haven't been loved like this in a long, long time," she murmured. Her eyes were full of love. I couldn't help but kiss her again. I kissed her neck, clavicles and ears.

She sat up against the headboard of the bed and spread apart her thighs. Her lower abdomen was covered with stretch marks, the sign of her sacred motherhood. Unlike Shormistha madam who had a full bush, Shobha madam had trimmed her bush into a neat patch over her mound of Venus. I could see her fleshy, brown lips. I lay down on my stomach, between her legs and started kissing her belly.

Her freshly washed womanhood smelled inviting. I nuzzled my mouth against her curly pubes and kissed her mound. She giggled and I saw her lower abdomen tense under her stretch marks. She spread out her legs to give me better access. Her lips were slick with her wetness. When I placed an exploratory finger over her folds, she moaned. I caressed her fold and then slid my finger over to her clitoris. This seemed to cause her tummy to contract. She flexed her hips in pleasure.

I inhaled her aroma and then started kissing her all over.

"Oh beta! Do you make love to your mother like this? Ah! Ah!"

I kissed her clitoris and then stared lapping it up.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried. I felt her grip on my head tighten. Her adductor muscles strained so hard that the tendons cut against my cheeks. My jaw and tongue ached, but no matter, I kept going on and on, pleasuring her, my enthusiasm making up for the lack of experience. I licked her all over her lips, her inner thighs and her mound. The cries became hoarser. She began to buck her hips against me and suddenly clamped her thighs against the sides of my head until my ears burnt.

"Beta,beta!!" she gasped as she finally let go.

She pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth, tasting her own essence. After a while we switched positions. I sat up against the head board while she lay down in front and spread my legs apart and then took me in her mouth.

Shobha madam's lips were obscenely wrapped around the glans. She was looking up at me. I gazed into her eyes as she sucked on me, her tongue playing over my hardness. I could not hold her lewd, smiling gaze and closed my eyes shut and let pleasure wash all over me. I opened my eyes when I heard Shormistha madam cry out. Saumerjeet bhaiyya was making love to her missionary style now. He had just orgasmed inside her and Shormistha madam wrapped him in her arms as their climax subsided.

Shobha madam let go of my penis and the slick, saliva coated shaft fell across her face. She rubbed it all over face, giggling. She thrust her tongue out and lapped my testicles one by one.

I felt close. "I am...I am....close..." I gasped.

She let go. She kissed my mons, just above the base of my penis, and trailed kisses up my tummy and chest until we had our tongues entwined. Her breath was warm and her tongue seemed desperate. We lay together for a while enjoying each other's touches. I played with her cute, brown, pointy nipples.

Saumerjeet bhaiyya had resumed sex with Shormistha madam. Bhaiyya was kneeling behind Shormistha madam who was in doggy style. Bhaiyya was all red over his face and chest, while thrusting into her from behind and gripping her hips with his hand. With every thrust, Shormistha madam's small, conical breasts swung like a pendulum.

"Let us make love, beta?" said Shobha madam, holding my nunu.

She spread her legs and guided me in between. She held my nunu with the tip of her fingers.

"Make love to me like how you would make love to your mummy," she whispered.

My nunu's head swelled up as she guided me in closer. Her legs wrapped around mine and it was the most natural thing to sheathe myself inside her womanhood.