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I was like anybody else, a healthy 17 year old. There was nothing awe inspiring about me. I was 5'2, outgoing, had a big social circle of friends who adored me, had a loving home, a good education and cute looks. With my soft caramel skin, pink full lips, long black hair that reached my waist, my tiny hips and luscious supple breasts, I wasn't the most gorgeous being around, but I could still turn quite a few heads.

Back then, I had a tutor. He was a plump looking old gentleman, 5'8, 42 years of age who home tutored mathematics to a few freshmen in college. He lived with wife and twin kids. I had been studying under him for two years by that point. He was a very nice and friendly guy. He'd properly praise students for doing a good job and would help those who lagged behind in studies.

A pat on the head, a pat on the back , an occasional half hug was very normal to him and his students. He would lean over his students while he taught maths. Noone ever thought anything of it. He never touched anyone inappropriately and never glanced at anyone in a perverse way. So when he leaned over me and showed me the maths I had done wrong, it was nothing abnormal.

Over the course of the year my grades had improved tremendously, there was nothing to complain about. Occasionally when he would lean over, take the pen from my hand and show me how to do a math correctly, the cap of the pen or the knuckle of his thumb would accidentally brush over my underside of my breasts.

It happened only a few times and he showed no indication of ever noticing. It was a day duing the beginning of monsoon season. I was suddenly caught by a late evening shower on my walk to his house for my tuition classes. School had just ended for the day. The weather had not forcasted any news of rain for the day so I did not carry any umbrella with me.

I arrived at his door, soaked down to my bones and shivering. I hurriedly rang the doorbell to be let into the warmth of his home. Waiting for the door to open, I saw his neighbour in the next building hurriedly unlock his own door to get inside.

The poor soul looked half a decade older than me and like a drowned rat, he had been caught in the rain just like me. The door infront of me creaked open, revealing Sir. It was unusual for him to come to the door, his wife always did that. He took one look at me and quickly ushured me inside. He disappeared into his room while I stood inside his living room, cold and shivering, dripping from head to toe. He came back with a towel in hand and suggested I change into some of his wife's clothes before I caught a nasty cold.

He informed me how his wife and his kids had gone over to his mother-in-laws place for about a month for their kids' school vacation. He had stayed behind for his students and he assured me his wife wouldn't mind me borrowing her clothes. I say no reason to say no. I put down my bag waterproof, thank heavens on the living room floor and went inside the bedroom to change. Sir followed in behind me and headed to the dresser.

He found a white selwar kamiz for me and laid out on the bed. He looked at me up and down with a small smile playing on his lips. Now, change quickly, I'll be waiting for you in the study room. The rich color made a beautiful contrast against my exposed skin. The rain had made my shirt completely translucent.

I blushed hard as Sir walked out of the room. I locked the door and started changing. To my dismay, my bra and panty were soaked through by the rain. I had no choice but to leave them to dry with the rest of my clothes. I peeled them off my body one by one and doned on his wife's clothes. The selwar and orna was fit perfectly but the kamiz was two sizes too big for me. It rolled off half my shoulder. I sighed and draped the orna over my chest. Beggars couldn't be choosers. I changed and hurried towards the study room, grabbing my bag on the way.

Taking a seat, I took out the study materials and started to solve some maths. Sir leaned against a wall infornt of me while he watched me study. I looked up and found his eyes burning into mine. With a start, I realized he wasn't looking at my face at all. I followed his gaze and looked down to see where his eyes led.

The loose kamiz's neckline and orna had slipped down to reveal the curve of my left breast and the nipple was slightly peeking out.

The nub was swollen and pebbled from the cold. I swiftly pulled my kamiz upwards, blocking the view and covering up with the orna.

My face turned red from embarrassment and I dared not look up at his face. A few minutes passed as I kept doing my maths. As usual, when I was stuck with a sum, Sir leaned over my back and started to show me how to solve it. My body became aware of his presence due to the incident a while ago. I has caught him staring at my exposed chest. Suddenly the lid of his pen brushed lazily against my nipple. I froze. Without a bra in the way, the touch felt too intimate , too exposed.

I tried to scoot back a little but my chair was trapped between Sir's front and the table. He didn't seem to notice at all. He kept explaining the maths as normal. I felt another brush of his pen against my breasts, only this time it kept happening everytime he wrote the maths down. The pen's tip slid against the paper while the edge kept brushing over my nipple with every number.

Goosebumps appeared all over my body. The sharp cap kept poking at my nipple, making my body feel strange. I angled away a bit, hoping the sensation would stop.

In doing so, I had moved in such a way that his entire hand now was pressed snugly againt the right side of my breast. I sat rigid as Sir slowly but surly pressed his hand even closer into my side as he wrote the maths on my notebook. A shiver worked its way up my spine as I sat there shocked and scared. He was doing this on purpose.

Even over cloths, his big burly hand felt scandling against my cold body. Yet, I did not shove his hand away. With a start, I realized that the sensation felt good to me.

Yes it was very scary and unexpected but deep down, I was enjoying my tutor so subtly touching my young body. I had only ever been with my ex boyfriend before this and it shocked me that even something as simple as a half touch by the older man was starting to make me feel hot.

I leaned heavily forward, placing the weight on my entire right breast on his hand. The pen slipped from his hand as his fingers lay trapped between my tit and my notebook. My heart tried to thud out of my chest. I had never done anything so crazy, so bold in my life, I had never imagined I would make a move like that to a teacher who was 25 years older than me. His hand moved, palm turned upwards and grabbed a handful of my breast.

A tiny gasp escaped me. His big fat hand began to steadily massage my breast , slowly pumping it. My breathe hitched as his other hand joined in the fun. There I sat in a chair, which my math tutor standing behind me with his hands kneading my plump rounded chest. I felt one of his hairy arm slip inside the kamiz through the huge neckline. I moaned as he pinched my nipple between his thick stubby fingers while his other hand discarded the orna from my neck.

His clutch became harder and rougher with each pump. I threw my head back and moaned throatily as his other hand joined the first. With my ample breasts in his aging hand, he pinched both my nipples and pulled at them, hard.

My pebbled nubs grew hot from pain as electrifying pleasure shot down my spine.

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Our readers regularly share their most erotic experiences with us and you can too by submitting yours. We hope you enjoy your visit and can keep satisfying you with the best sex stories. And I would like to share my experience with all the fans. My story is depicts the sexual intimacy between a middle aged married woman and her student. So, those who feel offended may please stop right here. Well it happened to me when I was in class 12 at a High School in Chavakkad.

My mom used to send me to this Math teacher who was supposed to be a genius. But, as for me, I used to hate the subject as well as the teacher. I never used to do her homework or listen to her in the class. But even though I hated the subject I used to fetch good marks in it. I hated doing the same sums again and again. I would rather do it just once with complete attention.

She my teacher used to make me work hard so that I could perform better. But at that age, I wouldn't realize that. On one hot summer day, my mom asked me to go to her tuition as she was free at home.

She had a daughter who was of my own age. And she used to teach us together. That day I had no intentions what so ever of going to her tuition, but as my mom had virtually kicked me out of the house,i had no other choice. I got on my bike and started towards hell. The heat was getting intense each second.

When I looked up, it felt like all the suns rays were being focused at me. I was sweating completely and the shirt had stuck to my back. After conquering all odds, I finally reached her house in a state of total mess.

I knocked on the door expecting her daughter to open the door, and then I would have to sit on a bench, take out my books and wait for teacher. But faith had something else installed for me. I knocked at the door again, but no one opened it even though I could hear some one moving inside.

After much waiting the door opened. But it was her not her daughter. And she looked a bigger mess than I did. Her hairs were loose at many ends. She was completely wet with sweat, her sari was all-loose and her soaked blouse was stuck to her breasts as a superficial layer.

For the first time I realized that she was not only a good teacher but also a sexy woman. And as my friends would say 'Charakku'. I could clearly see her deep cleavage and that dark but beautiful navel.

As a drop of sweat trickled down her blouse towards her waist, I felt a sudden thunderous hardon in my pant. Though I successfully hid it, I was feeling uncomfortable. As I entered the room I was blinded for a moment due to change of environment. But as my eyes adjusted themselves, I realized that the room was dark and very hot, with faint light from a semi-open window.

I could understand that there was no one else at home the other rooms were dark as the lights had been put off. Suddenly my eyes fell on something, which projected from underneath the bed. It, was a long Brinjal Vazhuthananga. In a second, I could know what she was doing. Even then I acted ignorant, and sat on the bench adjacent to the bed. She sat on the bed as I took out my books.

She was quietly pushing the Brinjal under the bed with her feet and I acted as if I didn't see anything. After doing it she pulled her legs back and when I lifted my head up, I saw her sitting in an awkward pose. I could see her naked thighs. All this was making me more hard and I couldn't stop looking at her deep cleavage and her legs. She noticed me a couple of times, but didn't even react. To break the silence I remarkingly said,"It's really hot, ain't it".

And in response she gave me a devilish smile and nodded "yes". Then after a moment or so she got up and told that she was feeling uncomfortable and that she was going to change her dress. Suddenly the devil inside me awakened and told me to get up and follow her.

I gently told her that I wanted a glass of water, as I was thirsty due to the heat. She asked me to come inside. I obediently followed to the water filter and she went inside the adjacent room. There was a common door and I could see between the gap of the curtains.

After getting the glass of water as I turned back I saw her changing her panties. She had already changed her sari and blouse and I was scolding myself for missing that. Even though she was doing it openly I could see nothing as the sari was hanging down.

Then she came out of the room and followed me closely to the study room. She was practically pushing me from behind with her big boobs. Again after entering the hot room I sat on the bench while she sat straight and opposite to me. She was sitting with one of her legs kept straight on the bench beside me. The other leg was folded towards her and I could see her panties if I leaned down little.

She took the book in her hand and rested it on her knee as she dictated a question. I was becoming mad with hardness and was in no position to do the sum.

But even then I kept my head down and tried. As she saw that I couldn't do it she leaned down to explain the solution. But the only thing I was able to concentrate on was the pendant of her necklace, which was hanging between those two mounds of flesh. Her erect nipples were making a projection on her blouse. As I leaned down to my notebook I could smell the fragrance coming out of her wet cunt. I could see that wet spot on her panty. I thought that she had not realized anything.

But she had been noticing everything from the beginning. She moved even close to me and placed her straight leg between my legs. She slowly moved it from the edge of the bench towards my cock. Her leg could feel my hard cock. I could no longer speak as I felt that my heart had stopped beating and had come up to my throat. She started moving her fingers and her toe was searching for my zipper. All this time her head was hidden behind the book. I slowly gathered all my courage and touched her shin and moved towards her knee.

She showed no signs of resentment. Infact she moved closer pushing my cock even harder. By now I knew that she wouldn't stop me if I moved further. So moved towards her thighs and started caressing them with my palms.

As I moved inside, she left the book and fell back to rest her head. Her boobs were pushing upwards more than ever. And by now her toe had tore away through my zipper and I helped her leg to touch my tight cock. I started removing her panty and rubbed her pussy while she kept on moaning. I placed my hands on her boobs and started kissing her navel. She had become very hot and both of us were sweating hard.

She got up and took off her sari and then her petticoat. But what I wanted to see was her boobs. She slowly hugged me and took my penis out of my pant. She started sucking and masturbating it and I could no longer control myself.

I was about to cum in her mouth.

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