Adultery Virgin Boys with hungry teacher.

[HungryWolf123]

Ch-3 Pinches and Promises kept.


The third morning of summer tuition dawned hotter than the last two.
Hiral Ma'am had spent the previous night touching herself slowly in bed, replaying the sight of Arun’s frustrated face and Suraj’s cocky grin while she sat on the bad boy’s lap. Her pussy had been soaked for hours.
Today she wanted to balance out for both of them after enjoying the struggle of Arun.
She wanted both boys aching equally, competing harder, and getting just enough of her sexy body to keep them obsessed.
My boy Arun was on fumes yesterday. It was so...hot. Today I am going to make it extra special for him.
She chose her outfit with wicked care.
A tight, black micro-crop top that ended just below her heavy breasts, leaving a full four inches of smooth, golden midriff completely bare. The fabric was so thin and stretchy that her nipples poked clearly against it, two stiff little peaks begging for attention. Below, she wore a tiny white pleated tennis skirt—the kind that flipped up with the slightest movement, barely covering the lower curve of her plump ass.
Underneath was a sheer black thong, the thin string disappearing between her thick, juicy cheeks. Her long wavy hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed when she walked, and she’d dabbed a little extra jasmine perfume between her breasts and on the soft skin of her waist for the boys to smell.



The doorbell rang at exactly 9:00 A.M.
Both boys stood outside, backpacks in hand. Arun looked neat as always—polo shirt, jeans, glasses polished. Neat, disciplined boy. Suraj wore another tight T-shirt that hugged every ridge of his muscular chest and arms and grey track pants. He always showed off his body, similar to Hiral, which she liked.
Hiral opened the door with a bright, teasing smile. “Good morning, my brilliant boys. Come in quickly. The teacher is feeling very generous today.”
She turned and walked ahead of them, the tiny skirt swishing, flashing the bottom of her round ass with every step. Both boys followed, eyes glued to her swaying hips and the bare strip of waist that looked so soft and edible.
The hem barely covered the lower curve of her plump, round ass, flashing smooth golden skin and the barest hint of her black thong string every time her hips swayed. Her long ponytail bounced, and the black micro-crop top rode up further, exposing the full expanse of her soft, curvy waist.
God, look at their ogling face staring at her, Hiral thought, a wicked thrill running through her.
Two pairs of hungry eyes on my ass and waist. I can already feel their cocks getting hard behind me. Let’s make them ache a little more before we even start.
She deliberately slowed her walk, rolling her hips more than necessary, letting the tiny skirt flip up just enough to show the full, juicy undercurve of her ass cheeks. She glanced over her shoulder with a knowing smile.
“Keep up, boys. Teacher’s rewards are waiting for you today,” she said softly, looking at the back, her voice dripping with tease.
Suraj’s thought: Fuck… that ass is unreal. So thick and round. Every time she walks, it jiggles just right. I want to grab those hips and bend her over right now. Hope she rides me like yesterday. Good... that ass... That waist looks so soft—perfect for my hands. Nerd can stare all he wants, but I’m the one who’s going to pin her down for sure.
Arun’s thoughts: Ma'am’s waist… It's so smooth and bare. The way it curves in and then flares out to her hips… I’ve never seen anything so perfect. Her skirt is so short—if she bends even a little, I’ll see everything. I shouldn’t stare like this, but I can’t stop. She’s walking so slowly on purpose. My cock is already throbbing.
As they walked in slow motion, Hiral felt a tempting fire in her body.
Look at my good boy blushing; still the same fire in him even with unfairness, but worry not, my boy. Not today. Oh, my bad boy is practically drooling for me. Both of them are hard for the teacher already. Today I’m going to let both of them touch me equally… and drive them crazy doing it. Hope they are ready for another level of rewards...
She reached the dining table but didn’t sit immediately. Instead, she stood between their two chairs, hands planted firmly on her wide hips. She pushed the black micro-crop top upward with her thumbs, deliberately exposing even more of the soft, heavy underboob. The bottom curves of her full 38D breasts were now clearly visible—smooth, golden, and impossibly tempting.
For several long seconds she simply stood there, letting them drink in the sight: her bare midriff, the deep navel, the tiny skirt that barely hid her thong, and the teasing swell of underboob that promised so much more.
She turned slowly from left to right, giving both boys a full, fanatical view of her curvy body. “Take a good, long look, my boys,” she purred, her voice low and husky. “This is what hard work and good behavior get you. Teacher’s encouragement… all soft, warm, and ready to be appreciated."
After a brief break, she continued, "Memorize your reward, like the equations that will help you to get it. Because today, both of you are going to earn the right to one more step to a reward."
As she was talking to both of them, the boys were listening halfway as they were disconnected from the present and went to a thought of paradise as they looked at the angel standing in front of them.
Ohhh...shit… those tits... are massive. I can almost see the bottom of her nipples. That waist is begging to be grabbed. I want to pull her onto my lap right now and suck on those breasts while she grinds on me. She’s such a fucking tease. Suraj thought.
“New rule for today,” she announced, her voice low and honey-sweet.
“In between rounds, I change the format with the same question rather than easy or medium questions. It will be the same level for both of you. So it's keeping fair for both of you boys."
Arun’s face lit up with pure delight. His eyes sparkled behind his glasses, a small, excited smile breaking across his lips. Finally… same questions for both of us. Unlike yesterday, when I got a raw deal. I can actually compete properly now. I’m going to win more rounds and touch Ma'am’s soft body again and again, he thought, heart racing with fresh hope and excitement.
"And for every correct answer, I mean fast and correct—the winner of that round gets to give Teacher one little pinch on her waist. Just a small, soft pinch. Did you guys hear, "One little pinch"? Looking at them both with twisted lips, "You’ll feel exactly how warm and curvy Teacher is right here.”
Hiral moved slowly from one boy to the other as she explained, hips swaying teasingly, her tiny skirt brushing against their shoulders. She walked behind Arun first, letting her fingers trail lightly over the back of his chair, then moved to Suraj, leaning close enough that her bare waist was inches from his face before circling back to the head of the table.
Hiral’s thoughts raced with dark delight, looking at their shocked, exclaimed expression: Look at their faces—Arun's all shy and desperate; Suraj’s eyes are pure hunger. Both cocks must be rock hard already. I’m going to let them pinch me five times each today. As for the special reward... well, let's decide at the end.
She ran her own fingers slowly along the bare, smooth skin above her skirt, letting her nails graze the soft flesh. With a quick motion, made a 360-degree turn to show them all the body. “And because both of you are working so hard, I’m making sure the rewards stay equal. No one leaves feeling left out.”
Suraj leaned back with his usual cocky confidence, a smug grin spreading across his face, arms flexed casually. Heh, same questions or not, I’m still faster and stronger. I’ll be the one pinching that soft waist the most. This teacher is practically begging for my hands, he thought, his bulge already obvious in his track pants.
"Especially for my good boy, Arun," looking with a sweet grin at Arun.
Arun’s eyes widened behind his glasses. Suraj’s smirk was a little startled but came back with a grin. He still had the confidence from yesterday’s lap victory.
“Ten rounds today,” she continued. “Five rewards for each if you both do well. And at the end of the session… the boy who has improved the most overall gets something extra special as a reward. Something very close and warm.”
Hiral tilted her head playfully and pointed at Suraj first. “So, bad boy… do you agree to the new rules? Same questions, fair pinches, and lots of motivation from the teacher?"
Suraj chuckled, eyes roaming over her body. “Hell yeah, ma'am. I agree. Why wouldn't I be? Bring on the questions—I'm ready to pinch that soft waist all day.”
She turned to Arun next, smiling sweetly. “And you, my brilliant good boy? Do you agree? The teacher will be very generous if you say yes.”
Arun swallowed hard, still delighted, his voice slightly shaky with excitement. “Y-yes, ma'am. I agree completely. Same level… fair for both. I’ll do my best. I will push my limits.”
Hiral clapped her hands once, breasts bouncing under the tight crop top, teasing them. “Perfect! Both my boys agree. Then let’s begin. First round starts now…”
Class Starts



She wrote the first equation on the whiteboard—a proper medium-level quadratic.
"Begin," she commanded both of the hungry wolves.
Oh, today I am not losing. I will get ma'am for sure. Arun pumped with fury.
Pens flew. Arun finished first, with neat steps and a perfect answer.
Hiral Ma'am clapped softly, her breasts bouncing under the crop top. “Arun wins round one!”
She stepped close to him, standing between his knees. Arun’s hands trembled as he reached out. His fingers gently pinched the soft, warm flesh of her bare waist—just a little squeeze, feeling how plush and yielding it was.
Hiral’s breath caught in anticipation the moment his fingers hovered near her skin. A rush of heat spread through her core as she waited for the touch. There was a lingering feeling of getting touched by her student who was coming closer and closer.
Mmm… come on, good boy… pinch. Teacher’s soft waist. I want to feel those nervous fingers digging in, she thought, her pulse quickening with wicked anticipation.
Hiral let out a tiny, breathy moan, her eyes fluttering.
“Mmm… good boy,” she whispered. “Feel how soft Teacher’s waist is? Pinch a little harder... next time if you win again.”
Arun’s cock jumped in his jeans with blood pumping. The skin under his fingers was silky and slightly warm, and he could smell her perfume rising from between her breasts. He got his mojo back from yesterday. Arun got back to his chair with a decent bulge.
Hiral’s eyes were fixated on Arun and the obvious stiffness in his jeans as he sat down, a small satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Suraj watched the whole scene with a flicker of envy tightening his jaw. Damn, the nerd got the first pinch. That waist looked so fucking soft…jelly, but whatever, I’ve got this. One round doesn’t mean shit. I’ll be the one making her moan louder soon enough, he thought, still carrying his usual cocky confidence even with the small sting of losing the first round.
As Suraj was gulping with discomfort of losing, Hiral glanced at Suraj’s expression. She got a little aroused with a devious idea of justice. He’s a little jealous already… I could tilt the questions just a bit to let Arun win more and make that jealousy grow hotter. Hmm.
After looking at him: But no… not today. Let’s keep it fair for now. It’ll be more fun to play with his emotions of jealousy some other time, with my bad boy.
Second round. Suraj solved faster this time, bold handwriting, and the correct answer since the questions were easy and medium.
Hiral Ma'am moved to him with the same slow sway. “Your turn, my bad boy.”
Suraj’s large hand gripped her waist, fingers sinking into the soft curve. He pinched a fraction harder, thumb brushing just under the hem of her crop top. Hiral gasped softly, biting her lower lip. “Ahh… that’s it. Strong hands feel so good," she whispered in a low voice that remained to her self.
Arun watched, but this time there was no bitter jealousy—only burning hunger. He knew his turn would come again. At first I felt that old jealousy spike when she went to him… but no, I’m calmer now. I already got my extra reward yesterday, and I’ll get more if I keep winning. I can do this, Arun thought, the conflict fading into quiet confidence.
Round after round they went. The air in the room grew thicker and heavier with every passing minute, thick with the scent of jasmine perfume, masculine arousal, and Hiral’s growing wetness. Each time a boy won a round, he grew bolder with his touch on her body. What started as shy, trembling pinches slowly turned into confident squeezes, lingering caresses, and possessive grips. Arun’s geeky nervousness was melting away with every victory, while Suraj’s natural boldness made his touches rougher and more demanding. Hiral loved the transformation—two very different boys slowly learning how to handle her curvy, mature body.
Round 3 — Arun won again. He finished just three seconds before the timer buzzed. As Hiral announced his victory, he stood up with growing confidence. His fingers pinched her waist with more assurance this time, lingering longer on the exact same spot Suraj had touched earlier. He squeezed the soft, plush flesh firmly, feeling it yield under his grip.
Round 4 — Suraj came back strong. He solved it faster, his bold handwriting showing raw determination. When Hiral moved to him, he gripped her waist possessively, pinching harder than before. His thick thumb stroked the warm skin afterward in a slow, deliberate circle, claiming the spot.
Hiral gasped, biting her lower lip hard. Her nipples grew visibly harder, poking against the thin crop top. Both boys noticed immediately—Arun's eyes widened behind his glasses, while Suraj smirked with pride. My boys are learning how to touch the teacher properly…
The timer she had set on her phone added extra pressure; the loud ticking made both boys write faster, their handwriting showing clear tension.
Arun’s usually neat letters became slightly shaky under pressure, while Suraj’s bold, aggressive strokes grew even messier when Hiral’s soft breasts brushed his ear.
Round 5 — Arun won once more. This time when he pinched, Hiral deliberately leaned forward, letting her heavy, soft breasts come dangerously close to brushing his face. The deep cleavage hovered right in front of his eyes.
“Good boy…” she murmured huskily, “you’re making Teacher wet with these soft hands.” Arun’s face flushed deep red, but his cock throbbed visibly in his jeans.
She would deliberately walk behind them while they solved the problems, her hips swaying, her short skirt brushing against their arms. She would lean over their shoulders from behind, letting her heavy 38D breasts press softly against their backs or sides.
She did this on purpose—to break their concentration when she wanted to fix the wins in a balanced way, keeping the competition exciting and fair for now.
By round 7, both boys had given her three firm pinches each. Hiral’s bare waist was now faintly pink from repeated squeezing, warm and sensitive to every touch. Every time they pinched her, she made the softest, sexiest little sounds—tiny gasps, breathy moans, and soft whimpers that drove both boys insane. Their cocks were rock-hard, against Arun’s jeans and Suraj’s track pants.
The competition had turned intensely physical.
Round 8 ended in a perfect tie. Both finished at almost the exact same second, their pens hitting the table simultaneously. "It's a tie.
Hiral Ma’am laughed softly, a wicked sparkle in her eyes as a delicious idea formed in her head. Perfect… both of them at the same time. This will make it hotter....
So both get to pinch at the same time,” she announced with a playful smile.
She stood between them. Arun on her left, Suraj on her right. Each boy reached out and pinched one side of her waist at the same time. Four strong hands now gripped her warm flesh and soft, curvy body. Hiral closed her eyes and moaned openly, thighs pressing together.
Hiral closed her eyes and moaned openly, her thighs pressing together as a fresh wave of wetness soaked her thong. “Ohh… my two boys pinching Teacher together… feels so nice… so good…”



Arun’s fingers trembled slightly at first but then squeezed with gentle firmness. “Ma'am… your waist feels even softer than I imagined. It’s so warm and… plush,” he whispered, voice shaky with arousal.
Suraj gripped harder, his thumb stroking possessively. “Ohh, Ma'am… this side is all mine now. So curvy and perfect. I could hold it all day,” he said with his usual cocky tone, though his voice had gone slightly rough.
Hiral responded with a low, throaty laugh, her body gently rocking between their hands.
“Mmm… yes, Arun beta… squeeze a little more. Feel how it yields for you? Add a little more pressure... into pinching your ma'am," she told Arun, looking at him, then faced toward Suraj.
"And you, Suraj… your strong grip makes Teacher shiver. It's a good grip. Just need sharpening like your study. Both of you are making me so sensitive right here, giving it all to improve. Ohh...god..."
She added, which aroused voice, "Don’t stop yet… hold it for a few more seconds." The teacher loves having four hands on her body, giving rewards at once. You can pinch again if you guys like..."
Hiral kept them there longer than necessary, letting their fingers knead and explore the pink-tinged skin. Arun’s touch remained softer but grew bolder with every second, while Suraj’s was rougher and more dominant.
She placed one of her own hands over Arun’s and the other over Suraj’s, pressing them firmer into her waist.
“Ahh… just like that, my good boys,” she moaned softly. “Feel how the teacher's body reacts when both of you touch her together? This is what happens when you study hard and win together. Keep going… squeeze a little harder… yes… ohh, that feels delicious.”
Both of the boys lost in pleasure to even view what their teacher was saying and which manner the voice came out. They were enjoying the touch of their sexy teacher's waist.
After nearly thirty extra seconds of this double attention, Hiral finally stepped back, her waist glowing pink, nipples stiff as pebbles, and there was a visible wet patch now darkening the front of her tiny skirt. Both boys were breathing heavily, their cocks aching.
She smiled at them with heavy-lidded eyes. “See? The teacher can reward both her boys equally when they tie. Now… shall we continue to round 9?”
Both agreed and went back to their chair with a raging hard-on.
Round 9 and 10 went one each. By the end of the session both Arun and Suraj had given her exactly five pinches each. Her waist was flushed pink, her crop top damp with a little sweat between her breasts, and the front of her tiny skirt had a visible wet spot where her thong had soaked through.
Hiral Ma'am stood back, breathing a little faster, breasts heaving. “Perfect. Both of you improved so much today. Equal rewards, equal touches. The teacher is very proud… and very warm.”
"Since the score is equal, no special reward for today. But keep the same energy for tomorrow. It will be worth it for my boys."
Hiral felt a rush of dark enjoyment as she watched their slightly disappointed faces—Suraj's cocky smirk faltering for a moment, Arun’s shoulders drooping just a little. _Mmm, look at them… both so hungry and let down. Especially after all those hot pinches.
The unfairness from yesterday still lingered in her mind, making her even wetter at the thought of spoiling her good boy once more.
She glanced at the clock. “Suraj beta, you can go now. Same time tomorrow. Keep practicing those equations. I have to discuss something about the circular with Arun.”
Suraj stood reluctantly, his huge bulge almost impossible to hide. He gave Hiral Ma'am one last long look, eyes dark with want. “Tomorrow I’m winning more than pinches, ma'am. Surly.”
She smiled and ruffled his hair. “We’ll see, bad boy. Go on.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
The room suddenly felt quieter, hotter. Arun stayed seated, adjusting his glasses, heart hammering. Did I do something wrong? he thought anxiously. We tied… but maybe I wasn’t good enough today. Why is she asking Suraj to leave and keeping me back?
Hiral Ma’am turned to him slowly, her ponytail swinging.
“Arun beta…” She walked over and stood right in front of his chair, so close her bare midriff was inches from his face. The pink-tinged skin from all the pinches looked warm and inviting.
“How are your studies going at home? Are you revising the quadratics I gave you yesterday? You were so focused today, solving everything so neatly even under timer pressure. The teacher is really impressed with your patience and hard work.”
Arun looked up, cheeks slightly flushed. “I… I was revising last night, Ma’am. Yesterday… I was a little jealous when Suraj won more rounds. Even though I tried to stay calm, I felt it. I’m little...jealous.”
Hiral smiled gently, her voice soft and affectionate. “It’s okay to feel a little jealous, beta. That just shows how much you want to do well for Teacher. You stayed polite and kept pushing your limits. That makes you my favorite good boy.”
Arun agreed with gentleness.
“You were such a good boy today. Equal with Suraj, but so polite, so perfect. I know the score was a tie, but the teacher wants to give you the special reward. Just for you. Something closer… warmer… something only my favorite good boy gets today.”
Arun’s voice was hoarse. “W-what reward, Ma’am?”
An awkward silence filled the room for a few long seconds. Arun’s heart pounded with anxious anticipation. What is she going to do? Is this because I told her that I was jealous? What if it’s something embarrassing? His hands fidgeted in his lap while his cock twitched visibly in his jeans.
Hiral didn’t answer with words. She simply reached down, took his hands, and guided them to her waist—the same soft, pink-tinged skin they had been pinching all morning. Then, in one smooth motion, she lifted her tiny skirt and straddled his lap, facing him—cowgirl style.
Her thick, round ass settled heavily onto his thighs, the soaked black thong pressing directly against the massive bulge in his jeans. She was so warm, so soft. The short skirt flared around her hips like a tiny curtain. She scooted forward until her heavy breasts were right in front of his face.
“Hold my waist, beta,” she whispered.
Arun’s hands gripped her soft waist immediately, thumbs stroking the spots he had pinched earlier. Hiral Ma'am cupped the back of his head gently and pulled him forward.
With the force of Hiral's hand, Arun's face sank straight into the deep, warm valley between her breasts.
The thin crop top did almost nothing to hide how full and heavy it was. His glasses fogged instantly against her skin. He could feel the soft, pillowy flesh on both cheeks, her jasmine scent everywhere, the hard nipples brushing his forehead and nose.
“Mmm… just like that,” she breathed, rocking her hips once, very slowly, so her soaked thong rubbed along his trapped cock. “Rest your head right there. Feel how soft Teacher’s chest is. This is your extra reward, my good boy. 15 full minutes. You can hold my waist as tight as you want. Squeeze it. Feel how curvy it is after all those pinches.”
Arun lifted his head slightly, his voice muffled and shaky. “Ma’am… what is this reward for? I thought the score was tied… I didn’t win extra today.”
Hiral smiled down at him, stroking his hair tenderly while keeping his face pressed gently between her breasts.
“This is for being so patient even when things felt a little unfair, beta. you stayed calm despite feeling jealous of Suraj. You kept pushing your limits without complaining. That patience deserves something warmer and closer. Only my sweet, good boy gets to feel Teacher like this—buried in her soft chest, holding her waist, feeling how wet and warm she is because of him.”
"But...Ma'am."
"Not if or but...well...butt...for some other time."
Arun groaned into her cleavage, the sound muffled by her warm flesh. His fingers dug into her waist, kneading the soft skin. Hiral Ma’am kept one hand on the back of his head, pressing him deeper, while the other stroked his hair gently.
“That’s it… good boy. Breathe, Teacher, in. Feel how heavy and warm they are against your face. Every time you study hard, you get closer to more of this. Much more.”
She rocked her hips again—slow, deliberate circles—grinding her wet heat against his throbbing cock through their clothes. The friction was maddening. Arun’s hands trembled on her waist, squeezing harder, pulling her closer so her breasts smothered him completely.
This feels… incredible, Arun thought, his mind swimming in pure bliss. The teacher's breasts are so soft and heavy around my face… warm, perfumed, smothering me completely. Her ass is pressing down on my cock, so wet and hot even through our clothes. I can feel every slow grind. All those pinches today were worth it. I feel so fulfilled… like I’m the only one she really wants right now. Suraj may be stronger, but I’m the one buried between her tits, holding her waist. This is heaven. I never want these 15 minutes to end.
Hiral Ma'am’s voice dropped to a whisper against his ear. “Suraj is strong and bold… but you, Arun beta, are my smart, sweet one. This is what happens when you stay hard on studying for Teacher. Keep improving, and one day… maybe Teacher will let you feel even more. Maybe Teacher will let you taste what’s under this top. Maybe she’ll let you hold her like this with nothing between us. Maybe..."
She kept him buried in her cleavage for the full 15 minutes, slowly grinding, letting him knead her waist, letting his hot breath fan across her breasts. Her own breathing grew ragged; she was soaked, clit throbbing against his bulge, but she stayed in control.
When the 15 minutes ended, she slowly lifted his head from between her breasts. His face was flushed, glasses crooked, and lips parted. A thin string of her perfume-scented sweat glistened on his cheek.
Hiral Ma'am cupped his face tenderly and kissed his forehead, letting her breasts brush his lips one last time.
She climbed off his lap, skirt flipping up for one final flash of her soaked thong and plump ass. Arun could barely stand, his jeans tented painfully.
“Same time tomorrow, my good boy. Don’t tell Suraj about your extra reward. This is our little secret… for now.”
Arun nodded, dazed. “Y-yes, ma'am."
She walked him to the door, hips swaying, and gave him one last teasing smile. The thong had slipped from her vagina to the sides.
“Study hard tonight. The teacher's body is waiting to reward the best boy.”
The door closed.
Alone in the flat, Hiral walked back to the dining chair where Arun had been sitting just minutes ago—the same chair where she had straddled him in cowgirl style. She sank down onto it, the wood still faintly warm from his body. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and let the memories of the entire session replay in her mind, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her lips.
Her right hand slid down her body, slipping under the tiny white skirt and inside her soaked black thong. Two fingers found her swollen, slippery clit and began slow, firm circles.
“Mmm…” she breathed, replaying every moment.
She remembered the mini “water break” that had happened midway through the session—right after round 6.
Flashback – Mid-session Water Break
“Five-minute water break, boys,” Hiral had announced, voice husky. “Stay hydrated. The teacher doesn’t want you getting tired too soon.”
She had gone to the kitchen and returned with two tall glasses of chilled water, deliberately carrying them in a way that made her heavy breasts bounce with every step. giving them tease.
Instead of letting them sit back down, she had stood near the head of the table and said sweetly, “Come here. Stand close to Teacher while you drink. So I can make sure you finish it.”
Both Arun and Suraj had stood up immediately, flanking her on either side. She was so close that their arms brushed against her bare waist. While they drank, Hiral casually wiped a few beads of sweat from her midriff with her fingers, the motion slow and sensual. Then she fixed her tiny skirt, tugging it down just enough to tease before stretching her arms overhead. The stretch made her crop top ride up even higher, fully exposing the soft undercurves of her breasts and making her waist arch invitingly.
That was the exact moment the idea had struck her.
Why give rewards to only one at a time? She had thought. What if both of them pinch me together… It would be so fun...
Arun’s eyes had widened noticeably when he spotted the thin sheen of sweat glistening on her pink-tinged waist. His gaze had lingered there, hungry and shy at the same time.
Hiral had smiled at both of them innocently. “Drink up, my boys. Ma'am's body is working hard too… getting all warm and sweaty for you.”
The brief break had ended with both boys rock hard again and Hiral already planning the tie round that would come later.
Back in the present, Hiral’s fingers moved faster between her legs, dipping lower to slide through her dripping folds before returning to her clit. Her breathing grew heavier as she recalled the pinches, the moans, Arun’s face buried between her breasts, and Suraj’s strong, possessive grip.
“This summer is going to end with both of them inside me… stretching Teacher’s tight, wet pussy at the same time,” she whispered, her voice breaking into a gasp. “But today… my sweet little Arun got the first real taste of these breasts… and he earned every second.”
Her hips rocked on the chair as her fingers circled faster, pressing harder on her swollen clit.
Her thighs began to shake. She gripped the edge of the table with her free hand, back arching as the orgasm crashed over her.
“Ahh—! Arun… Suraj—!” she cried out, coming hard against the chair. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, a fresh gush of wetness soaking through her thong and dripping onto the wooden seat. She rode the waves of pleasure for nearly a minute, moaning softly until the spasms finally slowed.
A slow, mischievous smile curved her lips as she began thinking about tomorrow’s session.
Tomorrow… the red saree Arun wanted. No bra, just like the same color as the saree. But maybe I’ll make it even better. Maybe I’ll add a little game—whoever wins the most rounds gets to remove one piece of the teacher's clothing with their teeth. Or perhaps I’ll bring the small bottle of oil… Let them massage the spots they pinched today. Yes… Tomorrow will be hotter. I want both of them dripping with need before the week ends.
“Get ready, my good boy and my bad boy… The teacher has big plans for you tomorrow.”