My Horny Things with Debolina Ch. 05

Those carefree days at *** University Gurgaon, were some of the best days of my life. No, I am not recycling Bryan Adams without reason. I was 30 years old. With a PhD from a big engineering college. Living practically alone in a 2 storey kothi in the elite locality of Green Park, South Delhi. Doing my dream job, albeit not in an institute of world renown as I had hoped, of teaching. Getting progressively close to a very good girl. Debolina. But still enjoying solitude once I was back in my room and indulge in my perversions. I was truly happy.  

Few months later I told Debolina of my habits. I thought she deserved to know. But there is a lead up to that moment. We will get there. Let me, for now, directly tell you about my days and its two colors.  

My worldly side, the side that I presented to the world was bright pink. My day began around 5 AM, with my alarm going off and AC DC proclaiming to love them for the money (the song Moneytalks was my alarm ringtone). I used to wake up with a boner. The day gradually unfolded in its brightness. The perversions of the night slowly fading away. but still some things remained.  I used to get up and walk to the balcony attached to my room, overlooking the street. Aunties, young college girls, newly wed bhabhis, MILFs would be walking their morning walk. My virgin cock would twitch in my shorts and I would grab my cock roughly over the cloth. Wishing to put my hard cock in one of those many tight and loose holes on their morning walk. Cunt, asshole, mouth, any hole would do. But then, my mornings were busy.

I would rush to the toilet to freshen up. Then to the kitchen to heat the chapatis for my breakfast. At around 0540 the mobile would chime with Debolina's text - Good morning sir. What time would you reach the metro station? Initial days there were just texts, later, as we got more and more closer to each other the text would be accompanied by an image. Sometimes she smiles while taking selfies, completely naked. Sometimes she would put a pen in her cunt and take its picture, later she would give it to me in the metro. Some days, she would send a picture of babita maa'm with a wink. She knew how to press my sexual buttons. I fucking loved her for that.  

I would reach my station and board the first metro of the Yellow Line. Despite it being the first metro, vacant seats would be sparse. In the next station Debolina would get up and we would meet up in the compartment just after the ladies coach, the first coach behind the engine. Seeing her would brighten my day. We will stand next to each other and talk. Random stuff mostly. But on some days she would give me a pen. The same pen that she had put in her cunt and taken a mirror selfie to send to me. I would keep it in my pocket. We would get down at our stop in Gurgaon, book an auto or a cab and reach university. We both will punch in our biometric attendance and move towards our respective departments. Depending on the day and my workload, I will either keep my bag in my cabin and open my laptop or keep my bag and pick up the lecture notes for my class or keep my bag and take out the pen and take a deep sniff of  Debolina's pussy juices, mixed with the scent of softener on my shirt and my sweat. And head towards the toilet to jerk off.

Once that is done and I have cummed out my balls, and I am calm, I would take a picture of my spent cock, alongside the pen and send it to Debolina. Once this final perversion is out of way, my day would truly change color and it would become completely bright pink.

I would return to my cabin. Pick up a book and read for my next lecture. I was good at it. I loved doing it. Just before lecture was the time I used to truly feel alive (!!). I was popular too. The university was basically for rich people and the lady students were generally dressed in quite revealing clothes. I used to ignore all that shit, maybe that is why it made me more desirable to them. They would speak to me in a coy voice, blinking their eyes more often than required. Adjusting their tops without need. Paying attention to my lectures. etc. The guys were generally rowdy but with me they were uncharacteristically cooperative.

Even my department seniors were surprised that I could handle those students without any problem. they asked me - how am I managing to handle it? I simply replied - I am not looking to handle them sir. I just ask nicely and they agree.  Soon I made a name for myself that I am friendly enough with students, being knowledgeable about movies, books and songs and more importantly memes, made it easier for sure.

I used to tell Deolina all about it during lunch. Some days her HoD, Babita maa'm used to join us and we would laugh at some jokes. Soon enough our lunch circle grew. HoD maa'm invited Shamsher sir from the Faculty of Law, he was her friend and if gossips are to be believed her bull as well. But I found him quite friendly. On odd days, Babita madam's husband Shiben Banerjee, from admin, would also join us. Akansha maa'm from my department, Dipesh from Civil, Anushka maa'm from Physics, would also join in regularly for lunch. We would have the meal together, filled with laughter. I am pretty sure that Anushka maa'm had a crush on me, as I found her looking at me when she thought I was not looking. And I was doubly sure that Debolina must have noticed it as well, she had sharp eyes!  

After lunch we returned to our respective departments for our evening lectures. My lectures were for MSc in Mathematics, and it had many mature girl students. I know it is wrong to view students with those eyes, but we are talking about almost 6 feet tall sikh girls with well endowed breasts and huge, fucking huge hips, wearing tight t shirt and jeans; or sleeveless kurtis and tight leggings such that all the curves are on blatant display. So even though I used to ignore it, those images got recalled in the night. The guys were matured as well and we used to talk like pals.  

One of those guys, Yash Narang, was very friendly and we used to walk till the canteen for tea after the lecture. Often I have seen Yash coming down the stairs of our department from the top floor, i. e. third floor, with a girl. One day I casually asked him what was the deal with that. He told me that the third floor classrooms are usually vacant in the second half and many couples make use of those.  

"What do you mean make use of it?" I asked grinning.

Yash grinned back, "You know sir. Things couple do"

"You mean they do it in the classroom with others watching?" I was a bit taken aback, although I understood what horniness can make one do.

"No sir. They make out in the classroom. At any point of time at least 7 to 9 couples are there in the classrooms. Once the mood is set they move to the washroom inside the toilet. They close the deal over there" Yash was embarrassed talking about it.

"That explains your visit and the girls" I finished my tea and got up.  Debolina has sent a text. We would be leaving in the cab in 15 minutes.  

Once I received the text my day used to start changing color. Gradual purple filtering in. Sight of Debolina's thighs pressed against mine in the cab, her sweaty body odor, her voice, her teeth, hair, neck, lips, eyes. Then reaching my stop and getting home. Once I reached home the day became completely purple. The time was usually 7PM. I used to pull all the curtains. Switch on all the lights and then take off all my clothes. My balls getting free from my underwear after a long day, with the chill blast from AC caressing them, used to feel like heaven. In times like these I used to wish for someone to suck my cock and give me the release. But that was not possible. The release had to wait. Instead I used to call the dhaba (eating joint) outside of our lane and order the dinner which would take half an hour to reach. In that tie I used to take the bath and come out. the food would arrive and I would eat it.  

By around 0830PM I would enter my bedroom and open my closet. Put two pillows on bed, then I would take out the fleshlight and put it on top of it. Then I would take a blanket and put it on fleshlight such that the insertion end is open but the fleshlight is not stable. Then I would connect my phone to the projector in my room and open the gallery of images and start a slideshow. I had pictures of classmates from college, some aunties, some of my cousins from their Social Medias, my aunties, some neighborhood Bhabhi, Meenu bhabhi. I would take out lube and put it on my cock and start rubbing my cock and moaning their names.

One such night when I was in the throes of masturbation, banging my cock into the fleshlight as if I hated it, I received a call from Debolina. By force of habit I picked it, while fully naked and my cock inside fleshlight and images of my known women projected on a screen.

"Hello sir" she said.

"Hello" I panted.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Tomorrow let's meet at 7:30pm in the metro. I want to go a bit late. Okay with you?" she said softly.

My cock twitched inside the fleshlight.

"Okay. 07:30 PM then." I replied while thrusting my cock twice in the fleshlight. It was fucking hard to control my voice as I was ready to cum.

"Okay sir. Goodniiiight" she stretched the goodnight.

"Goodnight ma'am"

I kept the phone aside and started pumping the fleshlight once again with renewed energy. Holding it in position with nothing but the bedsheets in my sight and pumping like a man possessed. The trill of the voice as she said goodnight had pushed me over the edge. I was moaning her name.

"Debolina.. Debolina.. Debolinaaahh... Unnnghhhh... hnnnmmmphhhhh,,, Debolinaaaaahhhhhhhhh.... I want to suck on your choot (pussy)... you are my randi (whore) debolina... aaahhh.... De de gaand apni (give me your ass)... Teri gaand maaru maa ki lodi (I will fuck your ass you motherfucking whore)...... Aahhhh... ahhhhhh.. Debolinaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and I fucking exploded inside the fleshlight.  

I came as if I had not cummed in years. ropes after ropes of thick cum spurting out my cock.

Spent, I sat down on bed.

Panting.

Catching back my breath when I noticed that the call was not cut.

"thank you sir" Debolina said on the phone and cut the call.

Few minutes later I received a mirror selfie from her. She was stark naked except for a waist ring above her hips. it was followed by audio recording of those moments when I was abusing her and cumming.

It had the caption "Now we both have each other's secrets. We can stop pretending to be decent now"

And thus begun my horny things with Debolina.

... to be continued