Teacher Caught Masturbating

I am Arjun. During my school days, one of my teachers, Leena Ma’am, caught me masturbating while taking her class. She had a busty figure and often wore sarees that showed off her navel, which I found incredibly tempting. I had gotten into the habit of masturbating when I sat alone at the back bench, especially during her classes. No one was there to notice me.

One day, during a test, I was sitting alone at backbench. I started rubbing my dick while stealing glances at her. I unzipped my pants and took it out, beginning to jerk off. The sight of her big boobs and exposed navel drove me wild, but I noticed that she was approaching me. She sat beside me and whispered in my ear, "I understand what you are doing. I am not going to let others know, but don't do this and be decent."

I was frozen in shock. She sat there for a moment before returning to her seat. She asked everyone to return their answer papers, and I handed mine in without looking her in the eyes. When she corrected the papers, she called everyone to see their results. Everyone had passed, but I had failed.

The next period was also her class. She asked the class leader to distribute the notes to everyone and then instructed me to come with her to the teachers' room. No other teachers were present, and she closed the door behind us.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, her voice stern.

"I'm sorry, Ma’am," I replied, my voice shaking.

She repeated the question, her eyes piercing into mine. I confessed, "I used to do this rarely in class, and I often think about you and jerk off at home. I have a crush on you."

She smiled at my words, a mix of amusement and curiosity in her eyes. "How did you get the courage to do that in the classroom?" she asked.

I didn't know how to respond, so I stayed silent.

"Then do it now," she said, her voice playful. "Here, no one is here."

"I'm sorry, Ma’am," I stammered, but she didn't leave it at that. She came closer, her hand brushing against my crotch over my pants. I could feel my penis getting harder.

"How did you get this big at your age?" she murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection.

She told me to jerk off in front of her, or she wouldn't let me leave and would inform my parents. Reluctantly, I unzipped my pants and took out my erect penis. She bit her lips, her eyes widening at the sight.

"I'll help you," she said, her hand reaching out to touch my dick. "Oh, it's very hot," she whispered, her fingers wrapping around my shaft.

Suddenly, we heard someone approaching the teachers' room. She quickly hid, and I zipped up my pants, acting as if I were correcting my papers. She asked me to come with her to her home that evening. Our homes were just two bus stops apart. She instructed me to wait at the bus stop, as she would come by car.

I waited for her at the bus stop, my friends already gone. She stopped the car and asked me to get in. As we drove, she noticed my tension.

"Don't worry," she said, her voice soothing. "At your age, this is usual. Don't worry. I like you too. You know my husband is working abroad. I am ready to give myself to you fully if you are interested, but no one else should know about our relationship."

I promised her, and she held my hand, reassuring me. "I will teach you everything," she said, her voice filled with desire.

The car stopped in front of her beautiful home. She had a son who studied in college and came home late, so no one was there. We entered her home, and she started kissing me passionately. She guided me, showing me how to please her like a teacher would.

Her home was elegant, with soft lighting and a comfortable bed. She undressed me slowly, her hands exploring every inch of my body. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, their softness driving me wild. She taught me how to touch her, where to kiss her, and how to make her moan with pleasure.

She led me to the bedroom, her eyes never leaving mine. The room was dimly lit, with a large bed in the center. She pushed me gently onto the bed, her hands roaming over my body. I could feel my heart racing as she straddled me, her saree riding up to reveal her thighs.

She leaned down, her breasts pressing against my chest as she kissed me deeply. I could feel her tongue exploring my mouth, her breath hot against my skin. She sat up, her hands moving to her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal her lacy bra. She slipped it off, her large breasts spilling out, the nipples hard and erect.

I reached up, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples. She moaned softly, her head thrown back in pleasure. She ground herself against me, her wetness seeping through her underwear and onto my pants. I could feel my dick straining against the fabric, desperate to be freed.

She stood up, her hands moving to her saree, slowly untying it and letting it fall to the floor. She stood before me in just her underwear, her body curvy and inviting. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slowly slid them down, revealing her shaved pussy. She kicked them aside and climbed back onto the bed, straddling me once more.

She reached down, her hands unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down, along with my boxers. My dick sprang free, hard and erect. She wrapped her hand around it, her fingers squeezing gently as she stroked me. I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet her touch.

She leaned down, her tongue licking the tip of my dick, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there. She took me into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me deeply. I could feel the pleasure building in my balls, the sensation of her mouth driving me wild.

She stopped suddenly, her eyes meeting mine. "I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

She straddled me again, her hand guiding my dick to her entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto me, her pussy stretching to accommodate my size. I could feel her wetness coating my dick as she began to ride me, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

I reached up, my hands gripping her hips, helping her to move faster. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she kissed me deeply. I could feel her pussy clenching around my dick, her moans growing louder and more insistent.

She sat up suddenly, her hands pressing against my chest as she rode me harder and faster. I could feel the pleasure building in my balls, the sensation of her pussy driving me wild. She threw her head back, her moans filling the room as she came, her pussy clenching around my dick.

I could feel my own orgasm building, the sensation of her pussy milking my dick pushing me over the edge. I came with a groan, my dick pulsing as I filled her with my cum. She collapsed onto me, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in sync. She kissed my forehead, her voice soft and gentle. "You did well," she whispered. "I am proud of you."

I felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that I had pleased her. As we dressed and prepared to leave, she held my hand, her eyes filled with affection. "Remember, this is our secret," she said. "No one else can know."

I nodded, understanding the gravity of our situation. As I left her home, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear. I had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But for now, I was content in the knowledge that I had pleased my teacher, and she had pleased me in return.