My Indian Teacher

My name's Sara. I'm a Uni student in England and I'm 20 now. When I was still at school, just turned 18 and in the final year of my A levels, we had new neighbours move into the house next door to ours, an Indian couple, in their 30s. My mum and dad did the usual thing of asking them round to meet us but they were very busy getting the house straight and said they'd come in a few days' time. Meanwhile I went into school one day and found I had a new maths teacher and it was the Indian guy - he'd taken a job teaching at my school and what's more he was teaching my A level class. A bit later they came round and we met them and I really liked them both and we had a laugh about how he and I had already met in class. He had a long difficult Indian surname that we could never remember so we all just called him Mr S, or sometimes RS which were his initials. He was a lovely teacher, very clever and gentle and good at explaining things, and it wasn't long before several of the girls in the class had crushes on him - me included. He had a nice smile and big soft eyes, and he worked out at the gym so he had a good body too, even under his suit. And of course I saw him sometimes at home and we would say hello through the hedge that separated our gardens. Once or twice too I saw him when I went to the swimming pool and he was at the gym, in his shorts and top. Very nice indeed. He had a good look at me in my costume too, I could tell. We started smiling at one another whenever we passed and in class I could feel him looking at me a lot. I looked at him too, whenever I could. One evening they invited us over for a meal. I wore a tight skirt and top and once in their kitchen he brushed past me a bit closer than was really necessary, and his hand briefly touched my hip. Fortunately no-one else was there at the time. But that didn't prepare me for what happened a few nights later. It was summer, and we were having a very hot spell so I found it hard to sleep. One night, after I'd been lying in bed for a couple of hours, I got up quietly in my nightdress and went out into the garden. It was still, and warm, and quite quiet. I wandered slowly down the garden - they're quite long - until suddenly I thought I heard my name being whispered, quietly but urgently. It was coming through the hedge from their garden. I crept close to the hedge and peered through. He was there, in their garden, and he was whispering my name. But not because he knew I was there. He was kneeling on the grass, with nothing on but a sports top. A pair of shorts was lying nearby where he must have dropped them. He was naked from the waist down and his hands were all over his sex, which was big and swollen, moving and rubbing it, and he was whispering my name, over and over. I froze - I was terrified he'd hear me but I couldn't stop watching. His head was thrown back and there was enough light for me to see the tension, the passion in his face. I could see the strong muscles in his thighs and stomach, tense and well-shaped. He was panting and gasping now, and whispering 'Sara, Sara' with more and more passion, over and over, until at last he threw his head right back and let out a huge gasp and I saw his cum shoot out in spurts onto the dark lawn. I stayed as still as a mouse while he recovered, slowly got up, put his shorts back on, and went back up to his house. After he'd gone I went back to my room and found I was wet. I got my vibrator out and played with it, thinking of him, going over and over what I'd seen, until I'd had what I needed. then I went to sleep. In class next day I could hardly look at him. But I could tell he was looking at me as much as ever and now I knew exactly why. Like I said I was 18 by then and I'd lost my virginity to a boy my age. And there had been others since. But I'd never been with an older man, though of course like most young girls I'd wondered what it would be like to be with someone who really knew what he was doing. I though about it even more now. Late one evening soon after - it was still hot - I'd gone out for a breath of air before bed and he was out in their garden so of course we said hello. I said how hard it was to sleep and - this felt very daring - that sometimes I'd come out late at night for a walk. He didn't say much but he looked at me with those lovely eyes. That night I woke after midnight and looked out of my window, over the garden. I could see into theirs too and I thought I could see someone there. Quickly, quietly, I went downstairs and outside. I just had my nightdress on and I was barefoot. He was there, I saw him through the hedge. He was wearing shorts and a top and I called quietly to him and he came over and we talked through the hedge. Then I said could I come through into his garden and he said yes and I squeezed through where the hedge was thin and there we were together, on the lawn, in the dark. We had a whispered conversation while we walked around until we came to a place where we were hidden from both houses. I could smell his body and I was beginning to get excited. But he was keeping a distance and I wasn't sure anything was going to happen if I didn't help it along. I pretended to step on something sharp and asked if I could lean on him while I got it out of my foot. I put a hand on his shoulder and he put and arm round my waist. I leaned against him while I lifted my foot up and made sure he would feel my breast through our clothes (they were only thin). I fiddled with the bottom of my foot for a minute, then put it down again; but I didn't let go of him. I leaned my head on him and put my free hand on his chest. I felt his other arm go round me and he bent his head and I felt his warm breath in my hair. I rubbed my face against him and then lifted it up and half opened my mouth. A couple of seconds later he was kissing me and his arms were all around me and his hands going all over my back. I kissed him back, hard, and ran my hands up under his top, over his bare skin. I could feel the strong muscles underneath. His hands went down to my bum and I let him know I liked that. I rubbed my hands over his chest and pinched his nipples. Then he bent down to kiss my throat and suddenly caught hold of my nightdress at the neck and pulled it down from my shoulders, tearing it so it came right down to my waist, and my breasts were bare. Of course I didn't care, and when his hands began to play over my chest and his fingers caught my nipples I laughed and started to scratch him. I lifted his top up over his head and our bare chests were rubbing over each other. Then he pushed me down onto my knees and I buried my face in his stomach. I could smell him now, and I knew what I really wanted. I pulled at his shorts until they came down to his feet and he stepped out of them. His prick was erect, hard and swollen and already glistening with moisture, and I took it in my hands and brought it into my mouth. He tasted strong and very salty. Man taste. I used my lips and tongue to kiss and suck and caress it. I'd practised this with other boyfriends and I could take it a long way in, right to my throat. He started to slowly fuck my mouth, his hands resting lightly on top of my head, his hips rocking and I put my hands on his bum and felt the hard muscles there. I though he might cum in my mouth like that but he suddenly pulled my head back, then raised me to my feet. He pulled my nightdress right off, leaving me naked, and pushed our bodies together so I could feel his cock pressed into my stomach and my breasts were against him. Even in that light I could see how pale they were against his beautiful brown skin. His whole body was so muscular and powerful and I could tell he was wild with desire. Well, so was I. I didn't mind what he did to me, which was just as well because I don't think I really had any choice by then. He was easily strong enough to do whatever he wanted with me and nearly out of control. Then he did something I hadn't expected. He put his hands on my hips and lifted me up, right up until my head was way above his (and he was quite a bit taller than me). He was so strong - he just held me like that for a few seconds. Then he began to lower me slowly down, sliding my naked body over his. What could I do? I opened my legs and spread them around him, so my cunt was wide open, and as it rubbed down over his belly I was waiting, and then I felt the tip of his cock against me there and then he was sliding it slowly, slowly into me, more and more and more, and I opened my legs as wide as I could, so he would fill me with cock. He moved his hands to hold me under my bum and I put my hands around him and held on tight as he began to rock me against him. He said afterwards that I was mewing like a kitten. I don’t remember because all I could feel was my heat and his sex inside mine and our incredible hunger for each other. My first explosion came quite quickly. After that he backed my up against a tree and I had the rough bark rubbing on my back and his hard muscles between my thighs and under my arms and his cock that felt as if it was nailing me to the tree while he went on and on fucking me. I don’t know how many times I came, sweating and gasping, my vaginal muscles going into spasms and juice dripping out of me, but in the end I had to beg him, Please, please finish... I can’t take any more... He let me go then, lowering me onto the grass, leaning back against the tree with my legs still spread, his gleaming cock, still hard, right in front of me. I thought he'd want to lay me down and finish inside me but he pulled me forwards onto my knees, caught hold of my hair at the back, pulled my head back, and forced his prick into my mouth. It tasted different now. It tasted of me, the way I taste after I've been masturbating and lick my fingers or when a boyfriend's had his fingers in me and gives them to me to suck clean after. I put my hands round behind him, over his bum, feeling the muscles so hard, so tight, sliding my fingers right in between, deep into him. He fucked my mouth. Sometimes deep, like before, almost choking me,sometimes with the head of his prick just between my lips so I could rub them over it, making them and my tongue into a cunt for it - and that's how he came, at last, with spasm after spasm, so much of it, so that some of it went in my mouth and the rest spurted all over my face. After, I was trying to gasp for air and swallow his cum at the same time, which is difficult. He wouldn't let me clean my face, but just looked at it, splattered with his cum, while he ran his hands all over my trembling body. Then he kissed it all off himself. We both went indoors soon after that, But we both knew we'd have to do it again. Soon. And we did. I'd really like to hear from any other girls who might have been like this with an older guy