Maths Tuition Gone Wild
There was a loud knock on Darshini’s door. She lay with her legs apart on her bed. She held a long brinjal in her wet pussy and pushed it deep inside. Her hips moved of on their own accord, wanting more. She was breathing quickly and in quick, shallow breaths. She bit her lip hard so she would not make any sound.
She slowly pulled the brinjal out. The hot feeling between her legs was too strong. She pushed the brinjal back in. There was a quiet moan that remained in her. With her other hand, she squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. As the feeling increased, her back rose high off the bed.
The knock again followed, louder.
“Darshini! What are you doing? Open the door!” her mother-in-law shouted.
“You are just like your son, both of you never let me enjoy the pleasure,” Darshini whispered to herself. She did not answer. The knocking got louder.
“Open the door now!”
Darshini got up very quickly. She tossed the wet brinjal underneath the bed.
She put on her petticoat, blouse and wrapped her saree. She put her bra and panties in the laundry bag. As she was heading towards the door, she saw herself in the mirror; another knock rang out. She opened the door.
Her mother-in-law was standing outside, looking angry.
“What were you doing? Why did it take you so long? she tried to look inside the room.
“Sorry. I was in the bathroom,” Darshini whispered. She could still sense the wetness in her crotch.
“Ganesh is waiting in the living room.”
Ganesh is Darshini’s husband’s friend’s younger brother, who came to learn maths from her.
Darshini nodded and went to the living room. She was just 23 years old. She was brought up in a strict family and married into a strict family. Her husband was a politician and was rarely at home. He had sex with her only twice in a year since he got married. She was still hungry and still wet each time he was done and went to sleep.
Now she satisfied herself with the brinjal for her pleasure when she was alone. Men who followed her are now afraid of her husband. She was lonely and longing.
Ganesh was a college boy who needed help in his maths subjects. She sat at the table by his side.
“Hi, how are you?” she asked, with a small smile.
He said, “I’m okay, Ma’am.
She smiled again.
Ganesh studied her face for a while. Darshini saw him looking at her. Her husband had never treated her like this after her marriage.
After some time, she said, “Shall we start?”
After some time, Darshini stood up and said, “Be right back.”
She went to see her mother-in-law.
“Do not disturb me for an hour,” her mother-in-law said when Darshini opened the door.
Her mother-in-law was watching a religious program on TV.
Darshini went back and quietly locked the door. When she entered the living room, she saw Ganesh rubbing the front of his jeans under the table with one hand, and his other hand was turning pages.
Darshini experienced warmth in her body. She then ran to the kitchen, gulped down some cold water and ran to her bedroom. She stood before the mirror. She saw that her saree had slipped and the blouse’s top button was open. She knew that Ganesh was touching himself for that reason. She felt excited.
She pulled down her blouse a little. She went and sat beside Ganesh. Immediately, he laid his hand on his book and looked like a serious student.
She asked in a quiet voice, “What were you doing just now?
He said, “Nothing, Ma’am,” gazing at her breasts.
She leaned forward so that he could see more. She looked at his hard penis pressing against his jeans.
“You’re...” she whispered. “Your jeans are not hurting you?”
Ganesh’s face became red.
“Remove it, Ganesh,” she said softly.
He looked shocked by her words.
Darshini smiled and started unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. Her soft brown breasts almost came out. Ganesh looked at her with his eyes wide open.
She stood up, knelt before him and pulled his zipper. His stiff, hard cock sprang up. She saw the thick and wet at his tip.
Darshini held it in her hand. Ganesh made a little moaning sound.
He was afraid, “Aunty is inside…”
“She’s watching TV, she’s busy,” Darshini whispered. My husband won’t come now.”
She began to move her hand up and down gently on his cock.
She kissed his tip and said, “Let me give you what you want.”
Her pallu of the sari had fallen down, and her breasts were bare. Ganesh was in a dream state when he looked at them.
Soon, he came in her hand. Her palm was filled with his warm liquid. Darshini wiped it on her saree. She put her blouse up.
“Do you really want the real thing?” she asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said with his hungry eyes.
She grabbed his hand and guided him to her bedroom. She shut the door. “Take off all your clothes.”
Ganesh took everything away and stood naked. Darshini removed her sare, petticoat, and blouse. Her full tits were open for him, as were her dark nipples and her wet pussy.
She softly said, “Touch me. Touch my tits, touch my nipples, touch between my legs, I’m already so wet for you.”
His hands were shaking, but he squeezed her breasts. They were soft and warm. He gave her a gentle pinch on her nipples. Darshini closed her eyes and made little happy noises. “Yes… like that.”
She made him lie down on the bed. She retrieved a condom from the cupboard, slipped it onto his cock and spread some lube on it. Then she climbed on top of him. She took his dick in her hand and gently sat on it.
“Ahh…” she sighed as it stretched her tight pussy. Ganesh groaned.
“It hurts a little, Ma’am,” he said.
“Shh… feel that,” she whispered. She began to move up and down. Her breasts bounced. The bed made soft noises.
Ganesh held her hips tight. Darshini accelerated him more. She made a few little moans, despite her efforts to keep quiet.
“You love the way I do,” she said.
“Yes, I love it, Ma’am,” he replied. “You’re better than any video girl.”
“Say what you want,” she said to him and she sped up even more.
“Fuck… harder, baby,” he moaned.
Darshini smiled and bounced around more. Her body was soaked with sweat. And her pleasure increased. Ganesh was unable to bear any more. He arrived with a bang, his body shaking.
Afterwards, he said, “Sorry, Ma’am.”
She kissed him. “You managed to make it, you last for 10 minutes, which is good for your first time, next time will be better.”
She helped him get dressed and sent him back to the living room. Alone in her room, Darshini stood naked in front of the mirror. She touched her wet pussy and smiled. Waited so many years, now I have you, Ganesh. I will not let you go, I will make you mine.
She cleaned up, changed her clothes and returned to the table as if nothing had happened. Her mother-in-law was still in her room. Ganesh was seated with his red cheeks. Darshini opened the maths book, but she softly touched his leg under the table.
However, there was a hidden fire inside Darshini. She knew that there would be more opportunities to keep it alive.
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