She was the prime object of my lust those days

She was in her forties

Heavy breasts with wide hips

A woman of fine proportions

My English teacher

I approached her regarding some difficulties in studies

She fixed an appointment after classes

It was one of those sultry evening

Where sweat hung in the air

She was explaining to me the concerned chapters

But I was distracted

Her glistening neck

With her sweaty blouse

Her heaving chest

She noticed me ogling and reprimanded

But I couldn't think straight

To have the object of my lust

In front of me, had made me erect

I love you, I blabbered

Smiling, she got up to close the door

Coming closer, our lips met

That was the first kiss of my life

She asked me to undress

Excited, I fumbled with my clothes

I was butt naked

But she remained in her blouse and petticoat

She started groping me roughly

I responded with matching fervor

But she remained unresponsive to my touch

I stripped the rest of her layers

And dry thumped her

Ultimately she sat on top of me

And guided my phallus inside her warmth

Everything we did felt filthy

Maybe she was into such stuff with others

But I felt violated

Even though I was lusting for her

Before parting, she warned me to keep it buried

I nodded and left

Confused and lost.

©LR