Misc. Erotica Swathi an innocent teacher

[rathikreeda]

Part 1: The New Semester
The new semester had just begun at KV College of Arts & Science, nestled in a lush corner of Tamil Nadu. The air was thick with monsoon humidity and fresh ambition. Swathi adjusted the pallu of her light blue cotton saree as she walked into her class — poised, confident, and radiant without even trying.

At 29, she was already known across the campus as the lecturer who was “too graceful to be real.” Her students called her “Swathi Ma’am” with a little too much affection. And her husband, Rahul, teaching in the Psychology department just a floor above, was well aware of the attention she drew.

Today, her class included three final-year boys who had developed a bit of a reputation — Sai, Ajay, and Aditya. Sharp-tongued, playful, and always testing boundaries. But they were brilliant, too — the kind of students who charmed their way through life, and often through Swathi’s patience.

During her lecture, Swathi noticed them whispering and smirking. Her eyes caught Ajay’s just a moment too long — he didn’t look away. Instead, he smiled, slow and knowing. Swathi felt a subtle heat rise in her chest.
She kept teaching, but something had shifted.

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After class, Swathi was gathering her books when Sai walked up.
“Ma’am, your handwriting on the board is so beautiful. Do you give special coaching outside class? For… select students?” His voice was laced with a playful sarcasm, but his eyes were bold.
She tilted her head, smiling. “Only if those select students stop talking during my lectures.”
Ajay and Aditya joined in, laughing.
“Then we’ll have to be very obedient,” Aditya said, with mock innocence.
Swathi chuckled, locking her drawer. “We’ll see how obedient you can really be. Come to the staff room after 4. We can discuss the syllabus if you’re serious.”
Their eyes lit up.

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Later that evening, Swathi found herself in the quiet of the staff room, seated opposite the three boys. The college was nearly empty. Her saree clung to her in the muggy air, a drop of sweat tracing down her neck.
She leaned forward to explain a concept from their syllabus, the blouse of her saree stretching just enough to draw attention. She noticed Sai’s gaze dip, Ajay biting his lip, Aditya shifting in his seat — none of them hiding it well.
And yet, she didn’t cover herself or scold them.
Instead, her voice dropped a little, softer now. “Focus. I hope you’re here for the right reasons.”
“We are, Ma’am,” Ajay murmured. “But it’s hard to focus sometimes.”
Swathi arched an eyebrow. “Why? Am I distracting you?”
No answer. Just looks.
From the window outside the staff room, someone was watching — Rahul, looking down from the floor above, hidden behind a pillar. He had come looking for Swathi but paused when he saw her with the boys — leaning close, laughing softly, and them sitting like disciples in worship.
Something twisted in him. Curiosity. Insecurity. And something darker he hadn’t felt before.

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[rathikreeda]

Guys, this is my first attempt in xossipy. Please encourage me if you like the story.
Also, please make sure to tell me if there are any changes you would like me to make through this journey.

[dragonslair]

continue updating the story. readers will come

[Saikarthik]

Good start keep going

[Haran000]

 Good introduction episode brother. Carry on.

  

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[Joshua]

After the long time i saw a good story in xossipy keep rocking and update lengthy one.

[behka]

Very good start, give more description of Swathi being sweaty and also build up the character

[rathikreeda]

Very good start, give more description of Swathi being sweaty and also build up the character

Will post the next chapter today

[rathikreeda]

Part 2: Gentle Ripples
The tuition session had ended just after sunset. The staff room lights cast a warm, flickering glow, and the college corridors were mostly deserted. Swathi stood by the window, sipping chai from a paper cup, her saree slightly creased from the long day, hair pinned but a few strands teasing her cheek in the humid breeze.

She didn’t hear Rahul come in until he spoke.
"Working overtime, Professor Swathi?" he teased, walking in with that familiar smirk. He was in rolled-up sleeves, loosened collar, his satchel slung over one shoulder — charmingly disheveled.

Swathi smiled over her shoulder. "Trying to make saints out of sinners. Your favorite trio—Sai, Ajay, and Aditya—wanted extra help."
Rahul raised an eyebrow, half-joking. “They’re still hanging around you? Bold, aren’t they?”
She laughed, brushing back her hair. “They’re just kids. Naughty, yes, but mostly harmless.”
“Still,” he said, walking closer, “they talk about you. A lot.”
“Oh?” she said, with a playful glint in her eye. “And what exactly do they say?”

Rahul shrugged. “That you’re too nice. Too pretty. That you wear your sarees… unfairly well.” His tone was light, teasing, but his gaze lingered — perhaps too long — on the outline of her hips as she leaned against the table.
Swathi tilted her head. “And what do you think?”
Rahul stepped in closer, his hand brushing hers as he reached for her chai cup. “I think they’re lucky to sit across from you every day. I’d be nervous if I were 21 again.”

“You mean you’re not nervous now?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.
He chuckled. “No, but sometimes… a little jealous.”
Swathi’s smile softened. She reached up and adjusted his collar. “There’s nothing to be jealous about, Rahul. They’re just enjoying the illusion. I know the difference.”

He looked at her for a moment, searching her face. “They’re not troubling you, though? If they are, I can—”
“No,” she interrupted gently. “They flirt. They test limits. But I’m in control. They need someone to put them in line without crushing their spirit. I know how to play that role.”
Rahul nodded, trusting her words but still chewing on the thought. “Okay. Just keep your guard up. Boys that age confuse curiosity with opportunity.”

She leaned up on her toes and kissed his cheek. “You’re sweet when you pretend to be protective.”
“I’m always protective,” he said, mock-serious. “Especially when they stare like hungry puppies.”
They both laughed, and the moment eased into comfort again. As they walked out of the building together, Swathi glanced back toward the staff room once more. For just a second, she thought she saw movement behind the curtain — like someone hadn’t left yet.
She said nothing.







Part 3: The Late Session
It was a Thursday evening when Sai messaged her on the college portal.
Ma'am, I'm stuck on the analysis part of today's topic. Can I come by for just a short discussion? I'm near the campus anyway."

Swathi hesitated for a moment. It was nearly 6:45 p.m., and the halls would be all but empty. Still… she appreciated when students took initiative. She replied with a simple: Alright. Staff room. 7 p.m. Be quick.


By the time Sai knocked on the door, the corridor lights were flickering in night mode — dim, spaced, and shadowy. Swathi was still seated at her desk, finishing a paper review. She’d changed into a softer cotton saree that day — pale peach with delicate threadwork. Her glasses were on, hair up in a messy twist. The kind of look that made her students stare longer than they should.
Sai stepped in, backpack slung over one shoulder. “Evening, Ma’am.”
“Come in,” she said, not looking up. “Leave the door open.”
He obeyed but left it just slightly ajar — a small crack between public and private.
Swathi gestured to the chair opposite her. “So, what’s the doubt?”

Sai pulled up the chair, unzipped his bag. He smelled faintly of aftershave and worn-out deodorant — a mix of boyish effort and end-of-day sweat. She noticed, without meaning to. He sat a little too comfortably for a student — back slightly slouched, knees apart. Relaxed. Confident.
He handed her his notes, brushing her fingers lightly — more than he needed to.
Swathi looked up. His gaze didn’t flinch.
“You seem too relaxed for someone who’s struggling,” she said, voice light but firm.
He grinned. “Maybe I just like the company.”
She didn’t smile back — not this time. Just held his gaze for a long moment before turning to his notebook. “That charm won’t help you pass.”
“But your tuitions might,” he replied. “You’re... a good teacher.”
There was a slight pause. The kind that held more than silence.
“Keep your focus on the topic, Sai,” she said quietly. “Or I’ll make sure this is your last one-on-one.”

He smirked, not apologetic. But he leaned forward now, properly. “Okay. Sorry, Ma’am.”
Swathi began explaining the concept — her voice low, measured, authoritative. Her hand moved over the paper, her bangles clinking softly. Sai watched, not just listening, but watching. The way her saree wrapped tightly around her waist. The little shimmer of skin where her blouse rode up as she shifted. The tiny mole on her collarbone.

At one point, she reached across to write in his notebook. He didn’t move his hand. She paused, glanced at him, and he slowly moved it aside — but with a grin.
“You're doing that on purpose,” she said under her breath.
“Doing what?” he asked, voice dipped lower.
She sat up straight, adjusting the pallu of her saree deliberately across her chest. “Playing games.”
Sai leaned back, folding his arms. “And if I am?”
She gave him a long, cool look. Her lips curled slightly — not a smile, not quite. “Then I’ll win.”
The tension between them hung for a moment — quiet, thick, electric.
Outside the room, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Someone passed by. They both looked toward the door, still slightly ajar. Sai’s eyes lingered a bit longer.
“I should go,” he said finally.
Swathi nodded. “Yes, you should.”
He stood, slowly. “Thank you for the lesson, Ma’am.”
“Be early next time.”
As he reached the door, she added — without looking at him — “And Sai?”
He turned.
“Try not to confuse curiosity with courage.”
His smile faded just a little, and he left.
Swathi sat back in her chair, exhaling quietly. Her pulse had quickened — not out of fear, not guilt… but something else.

[rathikreeda]

Guys, please let me know if the continuation is good or not? Please add your comments here so that there can be improvements going forward

[snowy69]

Nice built up bro..
Continue...

[dragonslair]

Guys, please let me know if the continuation is good or not? Please add your comments here so that there can be improvements going forward

So far Swati's character seems to be mysterious and her intentions still not clear. She likes to flirt with men that is somewhat apparent. Her thoughts are not highlighted so its hard to guess her next move. do continue writing and slightly bigger updates please. update once a week but make it more that 3 minute reading time

[Saikarthik]

Good one

[rathikreeda]

Part 4: Heat in the Quiet
The days passed with a familiar rhythm. Swathi's classes continued as usual — her notes were meticulous, her delivery poised, her eyes scanning the room with practiced grace. And yet, she felt it. The shift.
They had started watching her differently.
Not just the usual admiration she was used to from her students — this was layered. Intense. Sharper. Like every moment she leaned against the desk, every time she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, every movement of her fingers as she turned a page… was being catalogued.
Not by everyone.
Just those three.

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Friday afternoon. The corridor outside her department was mostly deserted. The last lecture of the week had just ended, and Swathi stayed behind to collect papers. The classroom door creaked slightly behind her.
Ajay entered, half a step too casual.
"Everyone’s gone," he said, sliding into the first bench. "Thought you might need help."
Swathi didn’t look up. “What kind of help?”
He tilted his head. “The kind that gets you home faster on a Friday.”
She turned, eyes cool, amused. “You’re not my assistant, Ajay.”
He smiled, slow. “No, ma’am. Just… interested.”
She watched him for a second. There was a spark there. Cocky, sure. But also sincere. A different kind of boldness — not crass, not careless. Just close.
“I can carry those for you,” he offered, standing now, motioning to the stack of files.
“I can carry them myself,” she said, but didn’t stop him when he walked around the desk and picked up a few.
The room felt warmer suddenly.
Ajay moved closer as he lifted the papers. “Your perfume’s really nice, Ma’am.”
Swathi arched a brow, unbothered. “You’re too close.”
He didn’t step back. “And you haven’t moved away either.”
She met his eyes then — unflinching. “You’re walking a thin line.”
Ajay looked at her — not arrogant now, just… watching.
Then, as if realizing he’d said enough, he stepped back.
“I’ll leave the files on the staff table,” he said, voice quieter.
She nodded. “Good. And Ajay…”
He turned halfway in the doorway.
“Be careful with what you’re doing.”
He gave her a look. Not disrespectful. Just charged. “I don’t think I’m doing anything you don’t already know about.”
Then he left.

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That night, Swathi stood in front of the mirror at home, her saree unwrapped halfway, blouse still clinging to her skin from the long, humid day. Her fingers traced her collarbone absently.
There was no guilt in her eyes.
Just thought.
Just heat.
Just a whisper of what she hadn’t said out loud.


Part 5: Unspoken & Undone
Monday afternoon. The library was quieter than usual. Sunlight streamed in through high windows, dust hanging lazily in the beams. Swathi walked between the rows of shelves with a stack of borrowed books pressed against her waist.
In one of the last rows, tucked near the sociology section, she found Aditya — sitting cross-legged on the floor, half-leaning against a low shelf. He had a pen between his lips and a textbook in his lap, completely unaware of the way his shirt was slightly open at the neck, or how his hand absentmindedly rubbed along his thigh as he read.
Swathi paused.
He looked up, startled — pen falling from his mouth. “Ma’am! Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
She gave a small smile. “What are you doing on the floor?”
Aditya stood up quickly, brushing dust off his jeans. “Just needed some quiet. Too many distractions in the reading hall.”
He smiled — not like Sai or Ajay. Not bold. Not charged. Just boyish. Unaware.
She stepped closer, arms folded with the books pressed under them. “You’ve been doing well in class.”
He beamed. “That’s because you explain things better than anyone else.”
She looked at him for a second longer. “You don’t even realize how much you say without meaning to, do you?”
He blinked. “What?”
“Nothing,” she said, brushing past him, shoulder grazing his as she walked by. “Get back to reading.”
And he did — not realizing that she glanced over her shoulder twice before turning the corner.

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Later That Night
Rain fell gently outside the windows of their apartment. The bedroom was dim, warm, lit by the soft yellow lamp by the headboard. Swathi sat cross-legged on the bed in a loose cotton nightie, drying her hair with a towel. Rahul stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips, water trailing down his chest.
He watched her for a moment. She looked calm, but not entirely relaxed — as if thoughts were still lingering behind her eyes.
“You seem tired,” he said, running a hand through his wet hair.
Swathi smiled faintly. “Long day. A few library runs. Students catching up. The usual.”
He sat beside her. “Still giving extra help?”
“Mmm,” she hummed. “They’re keeping me busy. Sai’s bold, Ajay’s careful, and Aditya… he doesn’t even know how much trouble he might be one day.”
Rahul’s brow raised at that. “Trouble?”
“Not like that,” she said quickly, chuckling. “He’s sweet. Too sweet. He says things with no idea how they sound.”
Rahul leaned in, nuzzling her damp shoulder. “You know, every time you talk about them, I want to pretend I’m not listening.”
Swathi turned toward him. “But you are.”
“I am,” he murmured, kissing her skin. “Because I imagine how they look at you. And then I remember… you’re mine.”
His hand slid up her thigh, fingers brushing under the hem of her nightie.
Swathi breathed in sharply. “Jealous?”
“Turned on,” he said, voice roughening. “It’s sick, isn’t it?”
“No,” she whispered, leaning back onto the pillows, pulling him gently over her. “It’s honest.”
He kissed her — slow at first, deepening quickly. His hands roamed over her body with familiarity, but tonight there was a hint of urgency. Possession. Not dominance — but a silent claiming.
She arched under him, nightie pulled up around her hips, her legs wrapping around his waist.
“Tell me again,” he said into her neck, breath hot. “They look at you…”
“…like I’m something they want but can’t have,” she whispered, grinding slowly against him.
“And I’m the only one who gets this,” he growled, sliding into her.
She gasped — soft, breathless, clutching at his back as their bodies began to move. The rhythm was slow, heavy, their mouths never far from each other.
Not a word spoken as the storm outside faded into silence.
Just the sound of skin, breath, heat — and the delicious ache of being desired by everyone… but undone by only one.

[rathikreeda]

Part 6: The Heat Builds
Scene: The Seminar Room
The campus was buzzing with last-minute seminar preparations. Swathi had taken charge of mentoring a few senior students for their project presentation. The room was warm with equipment, cardboard models, printouts, and scattered markers. She was wearing a deep maroon saree today — formal, but the sleeveless blouse clung to her with just enough curve to catch attention.
Ajay and Sai were the last two to remain after the rest had left for lunch.
Swathi leaned over the table, fixing a loose poster board with tape. The pallu of her saree fell forward slightly, exposing the smooth skin of her back. She felt it — the stillness behind her.
She turned slowly.
Ajay was standing a bit too close. Sai was leaning against the desk, watching her move with undisguised interest.
“You both haven’t left?” she asked.
“We’re not done admiring… I mean, arranging the charts,” Sai said, a little grin pulling at his mouth.
Swathi’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Watch it.”
Ajay smiled innocently. “Just saying, Ma’am. You really take your work seriously.”
She turned back toward the table, deliberately ignoring them, reaching up to pin the last corner of the chart. Her blouse lifted slightly, revealing the small of her back.
She heard Sai murmur behind her. “Damn.”
“Excuse me?” she said without turning around.
“Nothing,” Ajay replied quickly. “Just that… it’s very warm in here.”
Swathi finished pinning the chart and turned to face them. “If you’re going to stand there and drool, I’ll give you both lab cleaning duty.”
Sai raised his hands in surrender, laughing. “That’s fair. You’re scary when you’re strict.”
She smirked. “Then be scared. And get out before I report you for being unproductive.”
They gathered their things slowly — too slowly — before walking out. As they passed her, Ajay whispered low in her ear:
“You’re so good when you’re bossy, Ma’am.”
She didn’t react. But her breath caught.
And he knew.

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Scene: Aditya’s Turn
That evening, Swathi agreed to meet Aditya for a quick doubt session in the department lounge. It was quiet, low-lit, couches scattered around like an unused hotel lobby.
He sat awkwardly with his laptop on his thighs, scribbling notes, explaining a concept with a stammer here and there. He wasn’t trying to flirt. He wasn’t watching her with hunger.
And yet — he was beautiful.
Innocent, clueless, the hem of his t-shirt riding up slightly to reveal a faint line of muscle on his lower stomach as he leaned forward.
Swathi found herself staring for a second too long.
“Ma’am?” he said, blinking up at her.
“Hm?” she replied, snapping back.
“You okay?”
She smiled. “Yes. You’re doing well. Keep going.”
He smiled back, proud, unaware.
And she shifted in her seat, legs crossing tighter, feeling a tingle of guiltless desire crawl between her thighs.
He was too pure for what she was thinking.
And yet — she couldn’t stop thinking it.

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Scene: The Unraveling (Swathi & Rahul)
Later That Night
Swathi was already in bed when Rahul stepped in, towel around his waist, his chest still wet from the shower. She was in a soft black satin nightie, the thin straps sliding over her shoulders as she sat reading on her phone.
He walked to her side of the bed, looking down.
“You keep teasing them,” he said softly, brushing her ankle with his finger. “Don’t you?”
She looked up, smirking. “I do nothing.”
He grabbed her ankle suddenly, pulling her down flat, the phone tumbling beside her. She gasped, laughing as he hovered over her.
“You think I don’t see it?” he murmured, his hand sliding under the fabric of her nightie, moving up her thigh. “The way they look at you. The way you look back sometimes.”
Swathi’s breath hitched as he pushed her nightie up to her waist, exposing her panties. He slapped her thigh — not hard, but firm enough to make her gasp again.
“I see you enjoying it.”
“I don’t…” she tried, but he cut her off by biting her neck gently, then moving to her breasts, pulling one out of the nightie and sucking on her nipple, slowly at first, then deeper, hungrier.
She moaned softly, her back arching. “Rahul…”
“Say it,” he growled, his hand cupping her ass now, squeezing it. “Say they make you wet.”
She hesitated — eyes wide, cheeks flushed — then nodded.
“Yes… but not like you do.”
He spanked her ass sharply, making her cry out. “Good answer.”
Then he yanked her panties aside, slid two fingers inside her soaked pussy without warning. Her body arched, breath stuttering.
“Dripping,” he murmured. “Fucking soaked.”
He pulled his towel off, his cock thick, hard, glistening with precum. He didn’t waste time. He dragged her to the edge of the bed and pushed into her — slow, but deep.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his back.
He thrust harder, hands gripping her waist, then one hand sliding up to hold her throat — not choking, just owning her.
“I don’t care who looks at you,” he whispered, lips against her ear. “They’ll never fuck you like this.”
He lifted her leg onto his shoulder and pounded into her, her moans louder now, her body bucking as her orgasm built in sharp waves.
She came hard, trembling beneath him, calling his name.

He then flipped her over, spanked her ass once. ''Ahhh'' she whimpered, that's what you get for being naughty. 
He started banging her in doggy style, making her moan. Spanked her ass repeatedly with one hand pulling her hair back. 
''You are only mine to fuck" he whispered and spanked her more. It was so much for Rahul to take and he came right after, collapsing over her, sweat mixing between them.
And for a long while, neither of them spoke.
Because in that moment — she wasn’t the innocent angel.
She was his.

[Jex t]

Nice story bro. Liked it very much. Hope Swathi gets laid with her students with her husbands knowledge instead of getting laid behind his back and making him a cuck.

[Ganesh Gaitonde]

Very good.

[snowy69]

Hot update bro...
Keep updating..

[raja shri]

Osm story brother..thee updates have been great so far,, let see what happens next ..who stirke first on swati ... can't wait next update

[Joshua]

Update please