Sex Tuitions

I am a distinguished professor in one of the elite universities of Southern India. Since past few years, my time was uniformly divided between teaching delirious students and mundane activities on weekends. It was around mid November of 2013, one of the students came to my office and introduced herself. Her name was Kamna, and she was a faculty wife, and was also very pregnant. She explained that she was having problems with the class and did I have suggestions to help her. I told her that I had a professors meeting this afternoon, and would be free after that. I asked where she lived, and it was not far from my apartment. I asked her if she would be comfortable coming to my apartment or would she prefer to drive back to the university and meet in my office. 

She said, “Your place is fine with me, and it is a lot closer than coming back to campus.”

We agreed upon a time for her to arrive, and she left my office.

After the meeting I went home and tried to straighten up a little, and then I heard the doorbell. It was Kamna.

“Come in Kamna, please have a seat on the sofa. I will be with you shortly.” I gestured towards the sofa.

When I returned from the kitchen with soft drinks for us I sat on the sofa beside Kamna and asked “Do you have any thoughts as to why you are not doing well in this course?”

She replied curtly, “No, I study the text and notes, but some of the concepts just don’t fall into place for me. Bharadwaj says I need to concentrate more, but I think I am concentrating.”

“Well, how much time to you have today? We can try some things to see if we can help.”

“Harish has a night class tonight, so I do not have to cook or be home early” she said.

“Great,” I said as I opened the textbook, moving closer to her so that we could share the book. “Now, read this paragraph and tell me what you think it being discussed, “I told her.

We continued this for about an hour, and then Kamna said “I must go to the bathroom, and the baby is not making it more comfortable for me. My back is killing me.”

She came back shortly and sat down on the sofa while I went to the kitchen to make some sandwiches. As I entered the living room, Kamna was lying on the sofa, face down. 

“Are you o. k.,” I asked? “Yes, my back hurts though.”

“Kamna, don’t take this the wrong way, but I will be glad to massage your back if you wish.”

She smiled and said “Dr. Garimella, that would be great.” Then I told her to call me Dushyant as long as we were not in the classroom. “OK, Dushyant” she said.

I sat down on the floor in front of Kamna and began to massage her back. I moved my hands up and down from her hips to midway up her back and she told me that felt so well. Then she asked if I would rub her legs as they hurt too. I told her to turn over, and I began to rub her feet then her ankles and up her legs to her knees. I saw that she was closing her eyes, and I moved my hands above the knees, about half way up her thigh. Since she did not object, I moved closer to her snatch, when she said “No, no, not that.” I lowered my hands to nearer her knees, and then I began to kiss her feet.

She giggled, “That tickles, Dushyant.”

“Want me to stop?” I said.

“No, it feels good.” She went on to explain that since she had begun to show her pregnancy more that Harish was hesitant to hold me. I said I had heard that some men have a phobia about being intimate with the pregnant wives, especially in the latter stages of the pregnancies.

“God, Harish is one of them. Sometimes I almost want to scream to him to just hold me.”

I began to kiss her knees, and then began to slowly move up her legs. “Don’t, don’t, I have never been kissed on my thighs.” I noticed though that she did little to stop me as I moved her smock higher on her waist. As I flicked my tongue on her inner thighs, she began to softly moan that we should stop. Then I moved my face so that I could bury my lips in her cunt. 

“Dushyant, what are you doing? Stop it. I must go home.” As she finished the sentence my tongue darted under her panties and licked one of her pussy lips. She began to moan as I moved the panties aside to gain access to her clit.

She asked me to stop again and said that Harish had been the only man she had ever been with, and that he had never done this to her.

I asked her if it felt good, and she replied that it did. I continued to probe my tongue into her cunt, finding her clit. This really set her off and I pulled her panties down so I could reach her pussy freely. Her pregnant cunt tasted so good, and I was excited that I was the first man to eat her. Her juices were now flowing freely and I licked them up eagerly. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed and removed all of her clothes and mine. I crawled beside her in a 69 position and once again began to lick and suck on her clit. She then took hold of my cock and began to move her hand up and down my shaft, now moistened with pre cum. Now I crawled on top of her, placing my cock near her lips. She said she had never done this before. I told her to just open her mouth and lick my cock with her tongue. As I began to work on her clit again, be got into it and began to bob her head up and down on my six-inch penis. I could tell she was about to cum, and so was I. She came first, and then I squirted a load into her mouth. She swallowed and continued to lick until my cock’s sensitivity made me withdraw it from her mouth. I moved beside her and we began to kiss and cuddle. She was sobbing softly, though, that she never thought she would be an unfaithful wife. I tried to console her but she continued to cry. My cock once again began to stiffen, and Kamna’s nipples were hardening again. I climbed on top of her and placed my cock at the mouth of her cunt. She began to push me away, and we got into a wrestling match in which I was trying to get my cock into her cunt. She was telling me no when my cock got into position to enter her. She tried once again to get me out, then I rolled over, pulling her onto me.

“Kamna, my cock is in you, but you have to decide if we are going to fuck. Harish need never know, and you will earn an A in this class.”

“Dushyant, you know that you are raping me” then she pushed her swollen body onto my cock and she began to fuck with wild abandon. I thought the bed was going to break with the force of her plunging onto my cock. Kamna was panting and begging me to not come yet. She gasped that Harish usually lasted only a few seconds and that this was the first time she had really been fucked and enjoyed it. After a couple of minutes Kamna began to orgasm again, and I could feel my semen flowing through my cock on its way into her belly. We both came within the minute, and Kamna collapsed on me.

“I never could understand why my girlfriends enjoyed sex so much, that is, until now. Dushyant, I feel bad that I betrayed Harish, but I must admit that fucking you was the best thing I have done in the past two years.”

She then got off the bed, went to the shower, dressed and went home.

As I showed her to the door, I told her we have another quiz next week and would be willing to help her out. She subtly nodded and gestured in an enticing way that she will be very much looking forward to our next , , , uhmm, , tutoring session.

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