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Teacher Sex Stories 2015 As spurt after spurt of my hot sticky dirty cum landed as strings all over her beautiful glistening wet pink lips, she let out a faint giggle & her slimy smooth tongue slid out to gently caress the tip of my throbbing cock as if encouraging to shoot out a second round, I went back in time recollecting the moments and the buildup between us that lead to these wonderful memories.

Yes, we all hated our HOD’s during college, we all said fuck him/her, but in my case, I really DID. I’ve left plenty of clues regarding subtleties like college, myself, canteen, location etc. Try to guess them in the comments below. Let’s see who guesses everything correctly. Meanwhile, pull out your dicks & slowly wank away as I buildup the sexual tension.

“GUI” she called it, standing for graphical user interface. I couldn’t care less about paying attention to our new HOD’s boring ADA class (Analysis & Design of Algorithms). She had that stupid zealous smile, or should I say smirk of being the new person with power in the department.

She was appointed amidst a lot of competition which consisted of many senior faculties as well, so how the fuck did she edge them out? Her MBA from some foreign university thought some people, but I would say it was her curvy figure that got her places, & I mean literally.

All the fuckers (as I address my classmates) in the class were drooling over her curvaceous hot-bod standing at 5’6”. She was beautiful, full of attitude, spoke flawless English with such authority that most students wouldn’t get into an argument with her. None paid attention to kruskal, dijkstra or prim’s being taught on the board.

And just when she dropped the marker, all the fuckers sat up straight to catch a glimpse of the heavenly low cut neckline of her chudidhar. Fucking perverts I thought to myself, not realizing that I was about to be one. (pun intended)

Just when I was about to doze off, her eyes met mine. Piercing, sharp, cold, firm, something that I prided myself of being. This was the first time she was handling classes for us, there were rumors that she could gaze at you for 5 seconds in the class & correctly guess what no good you were up to.

A challenge for me? The legend that I was, never felt intimidated by these low life double PhD doting low lives. But I did feel her strong gaze vanquish my much needed vodka induced hangover/sleep. I decided to play along, and the chase began which would soon turn out to be a battle of intellects between 2 sapiosexuals.

Somehow I felt attracted to her strong charisma, her bold dominating charm, of which the entire department was scared of. As I sat up & faked attention to the loops of prim’s, I savored in the loops of her. Those perfect 34 sized round erect boobs, that supple petite body accentuated by the thin waistline begging to be held & pulled, that curvy ass atop those shapely thighs.

It was evident that she was figure conscious. Somehow I had a weird boner thinking/fantasizing about her. And then bang, suddenly out of the blue she said sternly, “You, last bench fellow, get out, no reasons, meet me at 10.15 break” & continued teaching as if nothing happened. I was shocked at the swiftness & magnitude of her thinking, I never bought a bag or book to college, so I just stood up and started walking out.

All the fuckers were scared to even turn back & look at me because of her. As I sheepishly walked out, I realized that I was toting a boner thinking about her and there was nothing I could do to hide it. All I could was pray to lord kaamraj that she doesn’t notice it. I walked out, roamed outside campus, had a smoke, and loitered around & finally at 10.10 I decided to go meet her.

Being the dominant alpha male I was, I didn’t want to let go of my image of feuding with the faculties. There she was, in her big cabin with a U shaped table in front of her. I never took permission while entering faculty cabin. She was aware of presence and glanced me up and down from the corner of her eye.

As I wondered what she would say, she caught me off guard by asking “what were you doing in class?”. I said sleeping, but she didn’t agree and said I was paying attention. I smiled and said in hindi “yeh pehli baar hoga jab student khud bol raha hai ki who so raha hai aur teacher bol rahi ki woh dhyaan deh raha hai” hahahaha.

(“This might be the 1st time that a student is admitting that he was sleeping but the teacher is saying that he was paying attention?”). “What kind of mockery is this I asked?”. She stopped typing on her laptop, turned to me & said “I’m aware of your antics & stories, your tricks & petty games won’t work on me”.

Damn I started getting a boner again, what was she? Some boner inducing, cock friendly witch?. I was taken aback with her choice of words, anyways she continued “I never said you were paying attention to the class, you and me both know what you were upto”.

As I wondered if she noticed me watching her figure, she showed her tactfulness by saying “If you were really paying attention to the class then it wouldn’t have risen you just as you are rising now”. Like, what the fuck? Did she just speak about my erection? I was aghast, slowly slid behind a chair to which she retorted “I wish you covered your modesty & reputation this well in campus as well”.

Man, this babe was relentless, spitting fire, ripping me apart. I, I of all the people had to listen to this & keep quiet? I was a legend in my campus, with just 6 months left to complete my Master’s in the 2nd best/prestigious college of my state. I took people down with my words, if that didn’t work then my fists definitely would.

I was never good at studies but was outstanding at extra-curricular activities like debates, group discussions etc. for which I was always praised, I had a big social circle with friends everywhere, the campus, the canteen, the shop owners around the campus where I had a room. What would happen to my reputation if they heard this bitch blabber to me like this?

Something needed to be done, something drastic, something shut-your-mouth worthy. I came out from the cover of the chair that was covering my now massive erection, stunned as she was waved her hand to get out of her cabin. My turn to tease, “Mam, do I have to attend the next classes?”. Do what you want she blurted.

I promptly went out and informed the other lecturers that I had her highness’ permission to go home for the day. There’s a bar besides our college, which was my shelter until evening. As I slowly smoked my “Milds” cigarette & let the kick of the neatly drunk vodka to kick in, holding another peg I was seething with rage. Vodka fuelled thirst for revenge.

It was time to beat the war drums, time to take down before the events of the day repeated in public. Being the master strategist I was, I began spinning a web, but never realized that I too would get tangled in it.

My lab supervisor came to me rushing as I had dropped the computer mouse to the floor, just before he could say anything I saw him straight in the eye & my 2 best friends confronted him. He could say nothing, just requested me to accompany him to meet the HOD & pay a fine of Rs. 500 for breaking college property. He explained the situation to her.

“You think you are some kind of hero? Some lion or tiger walking in its own forest? How dare you misuse college property?”. I cut her short “Not a hero, or a lion or tiger. I’m a wolf, & a sly one at that”. The supervisor was taken aback with shock, sure that I would be rusticated. But I had struck the right cord, power begets power they say, how apt, the game began, gears cranking up, lines drawn.

She asked the supervisor to leave, who gleefully silently snickered “she’ll scold you”. I just retorted to him in hindi “chod dunga tumhare madam ko” (I’ll fuck your madam) under my breath. She seemed amused, interested,angry all at the same time. She knew I had dropped the mouse on purpose. “So tell me what you wanted to say?”. I’m sorry I didn’t get you I said.

“You dropped the mouse to prove a point, I’m not naïve you know, these are childish antics & frankly speaking I expected much higher from you especially seeing how high you can rise”. Fuck, another reference to my erection, this woman is crazy. “Tell me frankly, you think I’m an idiot, a chutiya?”. Perfect she’s fallen for it,defenses down, time to rip. “No Mam” I said feebly.

“So tell me, what am I”. Now or never moment. “A young highly educated confident girl born in the land of Kanakana Kindi, travelled around India during education, prefers north Indian food so always visits North Indian College Canteen, likes the color pink, always the attention seeker in her friends circle, completed education in Buffalo University,

wants to be independent so staying away from parents, pretends to be strict but deep down craves adventure & fun, became HOD not became of talent but by charming the pants off the Chairman, more worried about her looks in class rather than students paying attention, prefers luxury brands, loves sarcasm, absolutely loves Golconda wine & occasionally Romanov vodka,

had a crush in Bhandarkar’s college but soon realized men are unwise & have their brains in their groins, unworthy of her superior intellect, is 34 but looks damn young due to ponds age miracle she buys every month from Reliance Supermarket”

As I was going on and on, she suddenly got up and walked towards me, I didn’t stop, she raised her hand to slap me, I kept going on, she just brought her index finger and kept it on my lips to silence me just as I was saying “34-27-35 and prefers jockey undergarments”. Tell me she said “should I be shocked or angry that my pupil knows & speaks so much & so highly of me”.

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I went deaf as I could feel her hot breath on my lips, mustered courage and testosterone & said “Neither, I know you are already impressed”. “So tell me, my little Sherlock” she queried “How did you find out so much, what resources and time did you waste on acquiring this info?”. Funny she used the word waste. “Not a waste, an investment I said”.

She stepped closer, her velvety smooth thighs just brushing my already raging hard-on. We both looked down there, looked up into each other’s eyes. Pre-cum was making a wet spot on my yepme bought cheap jeans. Her move. I Waited, just as you are to now.

I couldn’t hold back, the pressure was too much, my cock with all its force was ripping her tiny pink wet pussy apart. More, more she started shouting, fuelling my lust & sending me into a fucking enthralled fantasy. I started fucking faster & faster, no control, the computer table started shaking, she gyrated her hips so the shots felt harder, I leaned in to kiss/lick her mouth, dirty kissed her & licked her tongue.

Feels great, these vulgar actions make you feel out of this world. The table slid, the ViewSonic 15” monitor feel & shattered, we kept fucking like insane & the moment arrived. I took out my throbbing rough cock out of her cunt and sprayed my magic juice all over her healthy flat abs & over the college keyboard.

We weren’t done yet, the bitch wanted more, as crazy as she is, she crossed creative limits when she tied the USB cable of a mouse to my cock and took me to her HOD’s cabin. You horny fuckers can Imagine the scene, me and my HOD stark naked inside college late at night walking from our computer lab to HODs cabin & she tugging my already hot cock with a computer mouse tied to it.

I was a play thing to her. We were atop the huge U shaped table in her room, pushed her on her knees, no time to remove panties, just slid her panty aside and jammed my dick in her ass. She let out a cry of pain, music to my devilish soul, she couldn’t take it, I couldn’t stop, she was in pain, I was in pleasure, and such is the balance of our dreaded Universe.

I knew the pain is temporary, until precum is released. I had to take my revenge for the day, she had given me just 24 marks in ADA internals, failed according to VTU standards. And my ramming cock was gonna make her pay for that 1 mark.

I wasn’t gonna follow up this story with a 2nd part, but your awesome comments pushed me to continue. Many of you praised this as the best story on this blog, thank you. For all you horny sexy guys and girls out there, this is gonna be harder, faster, stronger, better, sexier (just like daft punk). Hold your strong cocks or insert your fingers into your sweet vaginas and rub/stroke away to glory, you crazy motherfuckers.

The huge table started thumping like a subwoofer, oh the joy, the bass of sex I thought, me smashing against her curvy lovely wonderful ass, and she ramming into the table. She looked at ease, adjusted to the ass fucking. “Saali madarchod, uski itni himmat ki wo tereko fail kare? Chod de maa ki gand uski” my friends said.

(Bloody motherfucker, she has the guts to fail you? Fuck her mother’s ass). My seething rage rose again, as I loosened my collar tie and put it on her neck and pulled. Nice..!! I was able to pull her like a horse tied to a chariot. She like it, turned back & flicked her tongue sexily, enough to make me go berserk. This bitch knew to play, enjoy the hunt, was a Hunterrr.

I couldn’t hold, my earthquake blasted, splashed my magic juice all over her back, smooth silky panty & shiny black hair. We got down from the table, she made me sit on her chair. Imagine yourself sitting on the most powerful chair in campus, naked! The irony, the heat, the naked body of your god damn HOD exactly in front of you, gave me another erection.

Sitting like the meticulous sapiosexual that I am on the chair with my rough hard cock pointing straight at the ceiling. She stood savoring the scene, vice versa bitch. My cum dripping around my cock, on her legs, panty, her back, her silky hairs now sticky with cum. 2 crazy young fuckers resting after a sex battle. No pun intended.

As she came to me, swaying that holy grail of an ass, I just tilted my cock forward, for her to come and sit on. She did, sitting on my cock, me sitting on a chair, deep penetration, double pleasure. Her intentions differed.

She held my internal paper in her hand, smirking, that crazy bitch.”You could have performed better, in the Internals I mean” she said, slowly standing up a bit and taking my cock out, sat back on my thighs. “You know, I can detain you and will detain you for nonperformance in academics.” My mind twirled, academics ki maa ki chut,(I’ll fuck academics in its mother’s ass).

I just held my dick and rubbed on her dripping cunt, kept on rubbing, she started moaning, she held my dick slowly, started stroking, slowly, slowly, put thumb on cock’s head, heavenly feeling, from head to shaft, deep strokes, pumping my cock, spit on it, rubbed the spit on cock, spit some more, I spit on it too, looked into my eyes directly, our spits mixing, on my dirty fat cock. Jannat ki numaish.

Those eyes, bold, sharp, cold, piercing. The authority, the charisma, the boldness. “I knew” she said, “knew it would make you go mad”. What was the bitch saying? Did I fuck her brains out? Did my dick hit her brain? Then it dawned over me, moment of realization, she failed me on purpose, to bring out the beast, to raise the animal instincts.

Move well played, kudos, hurt me for personal gain. As she sat ravishing in her aura of victory, the gears of war started in overdrive in my mind. Revenge would be mine, the last laugh would be mine. “And yeah, the broken monitor is 5k fine, & please clean the cum on the keyboard before you go” she said, licking my cum from the USB cable from the mouse.

Next day as I came in, the lab instructor was full of smile, the HOD has planned something for you he said. What more could the bitch plan for? As I sat chewing on Miraj (rajasthani tobacco) in my ADA class staring point blank at her sexy body, imagining her strong naked abs from yesterday night, I began to get an erection in class.

The fuckers from class were busy tracing the shortest distance possible between a given paths using travelling salesman algorithm. Algorithms is an interesting subject, bill gates became the world’s richest man with them. Dumb fuck, I thought. Class ended, went to her chamber to hear what was the plan about!

Meeting was in session, all prominent faculties were present. The Java programming lecturer was sitting in the spot where I fucked my HOD last night. Couldn’t stop my smile. “What goes on in that crazy mind of yours?” The operating systems lecturer asked me, enquiring about my smile.

Round Robin scheduling algorithm I said, as everyone in the meeting burst out laughing at my witty quick retort. After all the salutations and the informally formal talks, everyone came to the point. Business, everyone’s reason for existence in this dark world of ours. Mortal souls always squabbling for a piece of fame, power, authority.

The feeble minds irritate me, with their so called PhD’s, unable to comprehend the budding talent of generation X. We as a generation have molded the world to our likings, accept it. Collectively they started, “You have a fine of 5k on your head”. “You have failed in ADA internals”. “You won’t get the hall ticket for your final exam”. “You are not studying enough”.

“You have a great mind, but lack the attitude and the motivation”, they said. As I coyly smiled and looked up, a poster of Einstein hanging in the room with the words “A piece of paper won’t determine my future it said”. How apt, exactly the words I wanted to say right now. “However, we want to give you a chance to wipe out all that”. Interesting, continue I said.

Finally our revered HOD spoke out, “There is a national level technical fest being held in Mangalore, in ST. Josephs College.” I could figure out where the talk was heading to. “We want you to lead our college team in all the events and bring home the General Championship Cup”.

My college always relied on me for such things, always the expat that I was in extra-curricular activities I was. “If you accomplish the feat, your track record will be wiped clean”, they said. Nothing new, been in this situation many times.

But as always, there always need to be a catch. “Everything sounds good, but which faculty will accompany us?” I asked. The java programming lecturer started laughing, “To keep you in control, and make sure you don’t do anything naughty and spoil our prestigious college’s name, Our HOD herself will accompany you”. Perfect, morons, irony, revenge, ball bursting sex.

“Actually my brother stays there & I thought I could also meet him when I accompany you guys” she said. The white lies with such perfect confidence seemed to pass off easily with these low IQ idiots, only I realized the truth.

I gave the names of the people who would be participating in various events like LAN gaming, quiz, best manager etc and I would be leading the pack and participating in the most prestigious event, Technical Debate.

Chances are, if you are from south India studying in a technical college, then you have already seen “ME”. I have a track record of winning in almost every debate that I participate in. Nothing new to me, apart from the sex I would be having this time. Mangalore, a wonderful place with wonderful people. The beach, the babes, the booze and my own sex slave. Mangalore, here I cum..!!

I just couldn’t wait to fuck her on the beaches of mangalore with the waves washing over us & cool our sex crazed bodies. But alas I had to wait,