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41. Temptations in Tuition
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Vinay's living room, casting warm stripes across the wooden study table where textbooks lay open like forgotten secrets. Vinay sat on one side, his notebook poised, trying to maintain the professional facade of a physics tutor. Across from him was Kavya, the intermediate second-year girl, daughter of the apartment secretary. At eighteen, she was a vision of youthful innocence wrapped in a dusky complexion that glowed like polished teak under the light. Her slim frame—narrow shoulders, delicate wrists, and a waist that disappeared into her simple cotton salwar kameez—belied the enormous breasts straining against the fabric, heavy orbs that seemed disproportionate to her lithe body. She was cute, with wide doe eyes and a shy smile that revealed straight white teeth, her black hair tied in a loose ponytail that swayed as she worked.
Kavya bent forward to scribble an equation on the paper, her dupatta slipping slightly off her shoulder. The neckline of her kameez gaped open, offering Vinay an unintended glimpse: the deep valley between her massive tits, the dusky skin curving into full, pendulous swells. As she leaned further, adjusting her pencil, the fabric shifted more, revealing the dark edges of her areolas—wide, chocolate-hued circles peeking out, her nipples just barely visible as faint, erect tips pressing against the thin cotton. Vinay's throat tightened, his gaze flicking down involuntarily. She was his student, barely eight years younger than his twenty-six, but the taboo of it all—the power dynamic, her innocence—made his cock twitch in his pants. He forced his eyes back to the diagram of forces, but the image burned into his mind: those enormous boobs, heavy and ripe, begging to be freed from their confines.
He cleared his throat, voice steady despite the heat building in his groin. "Kavya, focus on the vector components here. Resolve the force into x and y directions." She nodded eagerly, bending again to draw the arrows, oblivious to how her tits shifted with the motion, nearly spilling into view. Vinay stole another glance, his pulse racing, restraint warring with temptation. She's just a kid learning physics, he told himself, but the sight of those areolas, so close to full exposure, made his shaft harden further, pressing against the seam of his jeans.
The front door clicked open without a knock—Anjali, as always, entering like she owned the place. Her voluptuous figure filled the doorway, clad in a tight red saree that hugged her milky white curves, the blouse low-cut to showcase her massive cleavage. She sauntered in, hips swaying, a knowing smirk playing on her full lips as she caught Vinay's lingering stare on Kavya's chest. Setting her purse down, Anjali pulled up a chair beside them, her thigh brushing Vinay's under the table. "What's this? Tuition time? How diligent, thammudu. And who's this pretty thing?"
Kavya looked up, blushing slightly at the attention. "Hi, aunty. I'm Kavya. Sir is teaching me physics for boards."
Anjali's blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward, her own saree pallu dipping to reveal more of her lace bra. She eyed Kavya's chest openly, the girl's enormous boobs rising and falling with her quickened breath. "Physics, huh? Looks like you've got some heavy... concepts to handle there, beta. Those boobies of yours—far too much for such a young age. You're so slim everywhere else; must be a real pain carrying that weight on your chest all day. Don't they ache when you bend like that?"
Kavya's cheeks flushed deeper, her dusky skin turning a warm maroon as she straightened up, tugging her dupatta back into place. "Uh, sometimes, aunty. But it's okay." She shifted uncomfortably, unaware of the double meaning lacing Anjali's words, but Vinay felt the heat surge through him. Anjali's taunts, delivered with that arrogant pout, painted vivid pictures in his mind—Kavya's tits bouncing free, heavy and full, nipples hardening under his gaze. His cock throbbed painfully now, the restraint fraying as Anjali's foot nudged his calf under the table, her eyes locking on his with a wicked glint.
"Indeed," Anjali continued, her voice dripping honeyed innuendo. "All that mass pulling down—bet it distracts you from studying. Vinay, you must be struggling to keep her focused with such... distractions jiggling around." She reached over, pretending to adjust Kavya's notebook, her arm brushing the girl's shoulder, but her gaze stayed on Vinay, lips curving into a smirk that screamed I know what you're thinking, and it's making you hard.
Vinay swallowed hard, his face heating as arousal coiled tighter in his gut. Anjali's words amplified the temptation, turning innocent glimpses into erotic torment. He nodded curtly, assigning Kavya a set of problems. "Solve these three. I'll check in ten minutes." Kavya bent to work again, her tits swaying slightly, areolas teasing the edge of visibility once more. Vinay couldn't tear his eyes away fully, the dusky swells haunting him.
As soon as Kavya's pencil scratched across the paper, Vinay grabbed Anjali's wrist, pulling her toward the adjacent bedroom with a growled, "Excuse us for a second." The door clicked shut behind them, but not fully latched, leaving a sliver of space. Anjali laughed softly, spinning into his arms, her saree rustling as he shoved her against the wall. "Jealous of the little one's assets, thammudu? Or just hot from staring?"
"Shut up and bend over," he rasped, his hands yanking her saree up over her plump ass, exposing the lacy black panties wedged between her cheeks. Anjali complied with a moan, arching her back, her massive tits pressing against the wall as she braced her hands. Vinay freed his cock from his jeans, the thick shaft springing out, veined and leaking pre-cum. He slapped her ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room, her white skin blooming pink under his palm. Anjali cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, "Ah! Thammudu, harder—punish me for teasing you!"
He gripped her hips, slamming his cock into her soaked pussy in one thrust, her walls clenching around him like a vice, slick with her arousal. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the air as he pounded into her, each drive deep and forceful, his balls smacking her clit. Anjali's cries grew louder, erotic wails that bounced off the walls: "Yes, fuck me! Slap my ass, make it sting!" Another hard smack landed on her right cheek, then the left, the flesh jiggling with each impact, red handprints forming as he rutted into her relentlessly.
In the living room, Kavya paused, pencil hovering, her innocent ears catching the sounds—sharp slaps like a ruler on a desk, Anjali's yelps sounding like scoldings. Sir must be really strict, she thought, blushing at the idea of the pretty aunty being naughty and getting beaten for it. She shifted, her own heavy boobs aching slightly from the earlier attention, and hurried back to her problems, assuming the 'discipline' was for interrupting the lesson.
Vinay's pace quickened, one hand tangling in Anjali's hair to pull her head back, the other delivering rapid slaps to her ass, the cracks punctuating his grunts. "Your taunts made me so fucking hard, akkayya. Watching those young tits while you egg me on—fuck!" Anjali pushed back, meeting his thrusts, her pussy fluttering as orgasm built. "Cum inside me, thammudu—fill your slutty wife!" He groaned, burying deep as he erupted, hot spurts of cum flooding her depths, her walls milking him dry. She came with him, a muffled scream into her arm, body shuddering.
They collapsed against the wall, panting, Anjali's ass glowing red from the slaps. Vinay pulled out, cum trickling down her thighs, and straightened his clothes. "Back to tuition," he murmured, smirking as they re-entered the living room. Kavya looked up innocently. "Is aunty okay? Sounded like she was in trouble."
Anjali smoothed her saree, winking at Vinay. "Oh, just a little... correction for being naughty. Sir knows how to handle it."
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Vinay's living room, casting warm stripes across the wooden study table where textbooks lay open like forgotten secrets. Vinay sat on one side, his notebook poised, trying to maintain the professional facade of a physics tutor. Across from him was Kavya, the intermediate second-year girl, daughter of the apartment secretary. At eighteen, she was a vision of youthful innocence wrapped in a dusky complexion that glowed like polished teak under the light. Her slim frame—narrow shoulders, delicate wrists, and a waist that disappeared into her simple cotton salwar kameez—belied the enormous breasts straining against the fabric, heavy orbs that seemed disproportionate to her lithe body. She was cute, with wide doe eyes and a shy smile that revealed straight white teeth, her black hair tied in a loose ponytail that swayed as she worked.
Kavya bent forward to scribble an equation on the paper, her dupatta slipping slightly off her shoulder. The neckline of her kameez gaped open, offering Vinay an unintended glimpse: the deep valley between her massive tits, the dusky skin curving into full, pendulous swells. As she leaned further, adjusting her pencil, the fabric shifted more, revealing the dark edges of her areolas—wide, chocolate-hued circles peeking out, her nipples just barely visible as faint, erect tips pressing against the thin cotton. Vinay's throat tightened, his gaze flicking down involuntarily. She was his student, barely eight years younger than his twenty-six, but the taboo of it all—the power dynamic, her innocence—made his cock twitch in his pants. He forced his eyes back to the diagram of forces, but the image burned into his mind: those enormous boobs, heavy and ripe, begging to be freed from their confines.
He cleared his throat, voice steady despite the heat building in his groin. "Kavya, focus on the vector components here. Resolve the force into x and y directions." She nodded eagerly, bending again to draw the arrows, oblivious to how her tits shifted with the motion, nearly spilling into view. Vinay stole another glance, his pulse racing, restraint warring with temptation. She's just a kid learning physics, he told himself, but the sight of those areolas, so close to full exposure, made his shaft harden further, pressing against the seam of his jeans.
The front door clicked open without a knock—Anjali, as always, entering like she owned the place. Her voluptuous figure filled the doorway, clad in a tight red saree that hugged her milky white curves, the blouse low-cut to showcase her massive cleavage. She sauntered in, hips swaying, a knowing smirk playing on her full lips as she caught Vinay's lingering stare on Kavya's chest. Setting her purse down, Anjali pulled up a chair beside them, her thigh brushing Vinay's under the table. "What's this? Tuition time? How diligent, thammudu. And who's this pretty thing?"
Kavya looked up, blushing slightly at the attention. "Hi, aunty. I'm Kavya. Sir is teaching me physics for boards."
Anjali's blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward, her own saree pallu dipping to reveal more of her lace bra. She eyed Kavya's chest openly, the girl's enormous boobs rising and falling with her quickened breath. "Physics, huh? Looks like you've got some heavy... concepts to handle there, beta. Those boobies of yours—far too much for such a young age. You're so slim everywhere else; must be a real pain carrying that weight on your chest all day. Don't they ache when you bend like that?"
Kavya's cheeks flushed deeper, her dusky skin turning a warm maroon as she straightened up, tugging her dupatta back into place. "Uh, sometimes, aunty. But it's okay." She shifted uncomfortably, unaware of the double meaning lacing Anjali's words, but Vinay felt the heat surge through him. Anjali's taunts, delivered with that arrogant pout, painted vivid pictures in his mind—Kavya's tits bouncing free, heavy and full, nipples hardening under his gaze. His cock throbbed painfully now, the restraint fraying as Anjali's foot nudged his calf under the table, her eyes locking on his with a wicked glint.
"Indeed," Anjali continued, her voice dripping honeyed innuendo. "All that mass pulling down—bet it distracts you from studying. Vinay, you must be struggling to keep her focused with such... distractions jiggling around." She reached over, pretending to adjust Kavya's notebook, her arm brushing the girl's shoulder, but her gaze stayed on Vinay, lips curving into a smirk that screamed I know what you're thinking, and it's making you hard.
Vinay swallowed hard, his face heating as arousal coiled tighter in his gut. Anjali's words amplified the temptation, turning innocent glimpses into erotic torment. He nodded curtly, assigning Kavya a set of problems. "Solve these three. I'll check in ten minutes." Kavya bent to work again, her tits swaying slightly, areolas teasing the edge of visibility once more. Vinay couldn't tear his eyes away fully, the dusky swells haunting him.
As soon as Kavya's pencil scratched across the paper, Vinay grabbed Anjali's wrist, pulling her toward the adjacent bedroom with a growled, "Excuse us for a second." The door clicked shut behind them, but not fully latched, leaving a sliver of space. Anjali laughed softly, spinning into his arms, her saree rustling as he shoved her against the wall. "Jealous of the little one's assets, thammudu? Or just hot from staring?"
"Shut up and bend over," he rasped, his hands yanking her saree up over her plump ass, exposing the lacy black panties wedged between her cheeks. Anjali complied with a moan, arching her back, her massive tits pressing against the wall as she braced her hands. Vinay freed his cock from his jeans, the thick shaft springing out, veined and leaking pre-cum. He slapped her ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room, her white skin blooming pink under his palm. Anjali cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, "Ah! Thammudu, harder—punish me for teasing you!"
He gripped her hips, slamming his cock into her soaked pussy in one thrust, her walls clenching around him like a vice, slick with her arousal. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the air as he pounded into her, each drive deep and forceful, his balls smacking her clit. Anjali's cries grew louder, erotic wails that bounced off the walls: "Yes, fuck me! Slap my ass, make it sting!" Another hard smack landed on her right cheek, then the left, the flesh jiggling with each impact, red handprints forming as he rutted into her relentlessly.
In the living room, Kavya paused, pencil hovering, her innocent ears catching the sounds—sharp slaps like a ruler on a desk, Anjali's yelps sounding like scoldings. Sir must be really strict, she thought, blushing at the idea of the pretty aunty being naughty and getting beaten for it. She shifted, her own heavy boobs aching slightly from the earlier attention, and hurried back to her problems, assuming the 'discipline' was for interrupting the lesson.
Vinay's pace quickened, one hand tangling in Anjali's hair to pull her head back, the other delivering rapid slaps to her ass, the cracks punctuating his grunts. "Your taunts made me so fucking hard, akkayya. Watching those young tits while you egg me on—fuck!" Anjali pushed back, meeting his thrusts, her pussy fluttering as orgasm built. "Cum inside me, thammudu—fill your slutty wife!" He groaned, burying deep as he erupted, hot spurts of cum flooding her depths, her walls milking him dry. She came with him, a muffled scream into her arm, body shuddering.
They collapsed against the wall, panting, Anjali's ass glowing red from the slaps. Vinay pulled out, cum trickling down her thighs, and straightened his clothes. "Back to tuition," he murmured, smirking as they re-entered the living room. Kavya looked up innocently. "Is aunty okay? Sounded like she was in trouble."
Anjali smoothed her saree, winking at Vinay. "Oh, just a little... correction for being naughty. Sir knows how to handle it."
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