Tuition

I adjusted the pallu of my deep red silk saree one last time in the auto-rickshaw mirror before stepping out into the humid afternoon air of Bhilai township. The blouse was tight, specially padded to give me realistic, heavy 44D breasts that jiggled with every step. The makeup was flawless—dark kohl-lined eyes, bold red lips, and a delicate nose ring that caught the sunlight. My wig was perfectly set in a bun, and the saree hugged my hips just right. No one in this industrial colony would suspect the “aunty” coming for tuition was actually a man underneath.
I had taken this crossdressing gig because the pay was good and the thrill of being dressed like this in public made my cock twitch constantly against the tight panty I wore. The girl’s mother had specifically asked for a female tutor for her daughter’s calculus struggles. Perfect cover.
The house was a typical middle-class Bhilai home—white walls, small courtyard, and the faint smell of steel plant smoke in the air. Her mother opened the door, a tired-looking woman in her forties.
“Arre, aap hi ho na, Rani didi? Come in. Priya is waiting in her room.”
I nodded, keeping my voice soft and feminine as much as possible. “Yes, aunty. Let’s start right away.”
Priya was sitting on the bed when I entered. She was nineteen, in her second year of engineering, and the talk of the entire township. Her massive breasts strained against her tight yellow kurti, easily 38E or bigger, round and heavy, with deep cleavage visible. Every guy in Bhilai fantasized about grabbing those tits. And here I was, crossdressed as her tutor.
We sat close on the study table in her room, our thighs almost touching. I opened the calculus book—limits and derivatives.
As I leaned in to explain, my padded right breast brushed firmly against her soft, massive left boob. The contact was electric. I froze for a second, but Priya didn’t pull away. She just turned her head and made direct eye contact, her full lips slightly parted. No anger. No shock. Just a lingering look that made my dick harden instantly inside my panty.
Her mother passed by the door once, and I had to speak a little louder explaining integration. My natural male timbre slipped through for a moment. Her mother paused, but then continued to the kitchen without a word. She probably thought it was nothing.
Emboldened, I shifted closer. My saree pallu slipped slightly, exposing more of my fake cleavage. Under the table, I placed my hand on Priya’s thigh, just above her knee. The soft cotton of her salwar felt warm. She inhaled sharply, her huge chest rising and falling heavily. Her breathing grew deeper, almost panting.
“You’re doing good, beta,” I whispered in a husky voice, sliding my hand higher up her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. She didn’t stop me. Instead, her legs parted just a little.
I moved my chair even closer until our bodies were pressed together. My padded 44D breasts squished against the side of her enormous real tits. The contrast was insane—my fake heavy globes against her natural, soft, jiggling ones. I could feel her hard nipple through her kurti.
Then I took full liberty.
I slid my hand up and boldly cupped her left breast, squeezing it firmly. God, it was so big and soft, overflowing my palm. Priya let out a soft moan, biting her lower lip. Her eyes fluttered.
“Rani… didi…” she whispered, but there was no protest. Only lust.
I pressed harder, kneading her massive tit like dough, feeling the weight and softness. My fingers found her nipple and pinched it through the fabric. She arched her back, pushing her chest into my hand.
“You have the biggest, softest boobs in Bhilai,” I breathed, no longer hiding my male voice completely. “Everyone wants to fuck them. And now they’re mine.”
I leaned in and kissed her neck, my other hand still on her thigh, moving dangerously close to her pussy. Priya’s hand came up and tentatively touched my saree-covered breast, squeezing it. She gasped when she felt how firm and large it was.
“What… are you?” she whispered, but her hand kept squeezing.
“Shhh… just enjoy,” I said, pulling her kurti up suddenly. Her massive breasts spilled out—huge, round, brown nipples already erect. I groaned and latched my mouth onto one, sucking hard while mauling the other with my hand. Priya moaned loudly, her fingers gripping my wig.
I sucked and licked her tits like a man possessed, leaving hickeys on her soft flesh. My cock was rock hard, leaking precum into my panty. I stood up, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply, my tongue invading her mouth while both hands kneaded her enormous breasts, pressing them together, slapping them lightly, watching them jiggle.
I pushed her back onto the bed. Her mother was in the kitchen, probably making tea, completely unaware. I hiked up my saree, revealing my hairy legs and the massive bulge in my black panty. Priya’s eyes widened when I pulled it down and my thick, 7-inch cock sprang free, veins throbbing.
“You’re… a man?” she whispered, but her hand reached out and wrapped around my shaft, stroking it slowly.
“Yes. And you’re going to take this cock while I play with these massive tits.”
I climbed on top of her, rubbing my cock between her huge breasts. I pressed them together around my shaft, tit-fucking her. The soft, warm flesh felt heavenly. Priya looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, her tongue licking the head of my cock every time it thrust forward.
After a few minutes of this, I couldn’t wait anymore. I pulled her salwar and panty down in one go. Her pussy was shaved, pink and already dripping wet. I rubbed my cockhead against her clit, then pushed inside her in one long thrust.
Priya moaned loudly, her massive tits bouncing as I started fucking her hard. I buried my face in her cleavage, motorboating those giant boobs while pounding her tight pussy. The bed creaked. Her mother was just outside the room, but I didn’t care.
I fucked her in missionary, watching her huge tits bounce wildly with every thrust. Then I made her get on top. She rode me like a whore, her massive breasts swinging in my face. I sucked and bit her nipples while gripping her ass, thrusting up into her.
“Harder, Rani didi… I mean… fuck me harder,” she gasped.
I flipped her into doggy style, slamming into her from behind while reaching around to maul her hanging tits. They swung like pendulums as I fucked her deep. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. I pulled her hair, making her arch back, and whispered filthy things in her ear.
“Your mother has no idea her innocent daughter is getting fucked by a crossdressed man in a saree.”
I felt her pussy clench around my cock as she came hard, shuddering and moaning into the pillow. That pushed me over the edge. I pulled out and sprayed thick ropes of cum all over her massive breasts and face, painting her like a slut.
We collapsed, breathing heavily. Cum dripped from her tits onto the bedsheet.
“Same time tomorrow?” I asked, adjusting my saree and wiping my cock with her panty.
Priya smiled, licking some of my cum from her lips. “Yes… but this time, I want you to teach me while you’re inside me the whole time.”
I left the house with my saree perfectly draped, cum still drying on my inner thighs, already planning how much deeper this tuition arrangement would go in the coming days. Bhilai had never felt so exciting.

The next day, I returned to Priya’s house in Bhilai wearing an even more revealing black saree with a low-cut, tight blouse that barely contained my heavy padded 44D breasts. The pallu kept slipping, showing deep cleavage and the edge of my lacy black bra. My makeup was bolder—smoky eyes, bright red lipstick, and the nose ring shining. Underneath, my cock was already half-hard, tucked in a tiny thong.
Priya greeted me at the door with a naughty smile, her massive tits jiggling in a thin white top. We went straight to her room, but this time her mother, Sunita aunty, was more attentive. She was around 42, still attractive with a voluptuous body—wide hips, a soft belly, and surprisingly large breasts of her own, probably 36DD, that strained against her simple blue saree.
As Priya and I sat close again, pretending to study calculus, I couldn’t resist. My hand went under the table to her thigh, sliding up to rub her pussy through her shorts. She bit her lip and spread her legs. Soon I had two fingers inside her wet cunt while explaining derivatives, my padded tits pressed against her arm.
But then Sunita aunty walked in with tea.
I quickly pulled my hand out, but not before she saw Priya’s flushed face and heavy breathing. Her eyes narrowed as she placed the tray down.
“Rani didi… your voice sounds a bit strange sometimes,” she said, staring at me. “And yesterday I thought I heard… noises.”
My heart raced, but the thrill made my cock throb. Priya looked nervous yet excited.
Before I could respond, Sunita aunty stepped closer and boldly tugged at my pallu. It slipped off my shoulder, exposing my deep cleavage and the tight blouse.
“These look too perfect,” she murmured, her hand coming up to squeeze my right padded breast. Her eyes widened at the firm feel. “Arre… what are you?”
I decided to take the risk. In my deeper male voice, I whispered, “Aunty, I’m here to teach your daughter… everything she needs.”
Priya gasped but didn’t stop me when I pulled her mother closer. Sunita aunty’s breathing quickened. She was clearly not innocent—her nipples were hard under her blouse.
“You touched my daughter yesterday, didn’t you?” she said, but instead of anger, there was lust in her voice. “I heard her moaning. Show me.”
I stood up, letting my saree pallu fall completely. I hiked up the saree and pulled down my thong, letting my thick, veiny 7-inch cock spring out, already leaking precum.
Sunita aunty’s eyes locked on it. “Oh my god… you’re a man dressed like this.” But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking it slowly. “So big…”
Priya watched, biting her lip, one hand squeezing her own massive tits.
I pulled Sunita aunty into a deep kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth while my hands mauled her soft, heavy breasts through her saree. I yanked her blouse open, buttons flying. Her big brown tits spilled out, nipples dark and erect. I sucked one hard, biting gently while pinching the other.
Priya came over and joined. Mother and daughter both on their knees in front of me now. They took turns sucking my cock. Sunita aunty was surprisingly skilled, deepthroating me while Priya licked my balls and then pressed her enormous 38E tits around my shaft. I tit-fucked Priya’s huge soft breasts while her mother sucked the head.
“Fuck… both of you have such big tits,” I groaned, slapping my cock on their faces.
I pushed Sunita aunty onto the bed first. I pulled her saree and petticoat up, finding her hairy, wet pussy. No panties. I rubbed my cockhead on her clit then thrust deep inside her in one go. She moaned loudly, her big tits bouncing as I fucked her hard in missionary.
Priya climbed on her mother’s face, grinding her shaved pussy on Sunita aunty’s tongue while I pounded her mother. I leaned forward and sucked Priya’s massive hanging tits, leaving bite marks on them.
“Harder, Rani didi… fuck my mother’s pussy,” Priya moaned.
I switched. I made Sunita aunty ride me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce while I reached around and fingered Priya’s clit beside us. Then I pulled Priya on top and fucked her tight young cunt while she made out with her mother, their huge breasts mashing together.
The room filled with wet slapping sounds and moans. I fucked Sunita aunty doggy style next, her face buried between Priya’s thighs. Her big ass rippled with every deep thrust. I reached under and squeezed her swinging tits hard.
I couldn’t hold back. I pulled out and made both of them kneel again. They pressed their four massive tits together—Priya’s huge firm ones and her mother’s softer, heavier pair—creating a valley for my cock. I tit-fucked both of them at once, thrusting between the warm soft flesh until I exploded.
Thick ropes of cum shot across their breasts and faces. Sunita aunty licked it off Priya’s tits, and Priya sucked the rest from her mother’s nipples.
We collapsed in a sweaty heap. My saree was crumpled around my waist, makeup smeared, but my cock was still twitching.
Sunita aunty smiled, wiping cum from her chin. “Come every day from now on, Rani didi. We both need ‘tuition’.”
Priya nodded, her massive cum-covered tits heaving. “And next time, bring more sarees. We want to dress you up together before you fuck us.”
I adjusted my blouse and pallu, my body still buzzing. Walking out of that house in Bhilai, cum drying on my thighs under the saree, I knew this crossdressing job had become the hottest secret in the entire township.

I returned to the house the following evening, this time in a sheer maroon saree that clung to my body like a second skin. The blouse was almost transparent, my heavy padded 44D breasts clearly outlined with dark lacy edges visible underneath. The pallu barely covered anything, and my makeup was sultry—deep red lips, heavy eyeliner, and the nose ring that Sunita aunty had stared at so hungrily last time. My cock was already straining against the thin thong as I knocked on the door.
Sunita aunty opened it herself. Priya was apparently out for some college work. The mother stood there in a simple cotton nightie that did little to hide her voluptuous figure—full hips, soft belly, and those heavy 36DD breasts hanging freely, nipples poking through the thin fabric.
“Come in, Rani didi,” she said softly, her voice huskier than before. She locked the door behind me and didn’t bother calling for Priya.
We sat in the living room instead of the study. She poured me tea, but her hands were trembling slightly. I noticed how she kept glancing at my cleavage, then at the bulge forming under my saree.
“Aunty, is everything okay?” I asked in my practiced feminine tone, though I let it slip deeper on purpose.
She bit her lip, then suddenly placed her hand on my thigh. “Last time… when you fucked both of us… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My husband has been away for years working in the Gulf. I’ve been so lonely. But it’s not just that.” She paused, breathing heavily. “I have desires I’ve never told anyone. Dirty ones.”
My cock twitched hard. I placed my hand over hers, guiding it higher under my saree until her fingers brushed my throbbing shaft through the thong.
“Tell me, Sunita aunty. I want to fulfill every hidden fantasy you have.”
She leaned closer, her massive soft tits pressing against my padded ones. In a whisper, she confessed: “I’ve always wanted to be dominated… used like a whore by someone who looks innocent on the outside. I fantasize about being fucked while dressed in my mangalsutra and sindoor, feeling guilty but unable to stop. I want my big breasts slapped, my pussy stretched, and… I want to taste a cock that has fucked my own daughter. I want to be your slutty mother-in-law.”
The words sent a rush through me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her into a rough kiss, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned like a starving woman, grinding her body against mine.
I stood up and let the pallu drop completely. Sunita aunty fell to her knees instantly, yanking my saree up and pulling down the thong. My thick 7-inch cock slapped against her face. She looked up at me with pure lust, the married mother of two revealing her true self.
“Look at this dirty cock, aunty. It was inside your daughter yesterday.”
She groaned and took me deep into her throat in one go, gagging wetly as saliva dripped down her chin onto her nightie. I fucked her face hard, holding her head, my padded tits jiggling above her. She sucked like a pro, swirling her tongue, worshipping every vein.
I pulled her up, ripped open her nightie, and her heavy breasts spilled out. I slapped them hard, watching them bounce and turn red. Sunita aunty moaned louder. “Yes! Slap your aunty’s big tits! I deserve it for having such filthy thoughts.”
I bent her over the dining table, hiked up the nightie, and spanked her plump ass until it glowed pink. Her hairy pussy was soaking, juices running down her thighs. I rubbed my cockhead along her slit, teasing her.
“Beg for it, aunty. Tell me your hidden desires while I fuck you.”
“Please, Rani didi… fuck your aunty’s married pussy hard. I’ve dreamed of being taken by a strong man in a saree. Stretch me. Fill me with cum while I wear my mangalsutra.” She reached back and spread her ass cheeks.
I thrust in deep, bottoming out in her wet, velvety cunt. She cried out, pushing back against me. I fucked her with long, powerful strokes, my hips slapping against her soft ass. One hand reached around to maul her swinging tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. The other pulled her mangalsutra chain, using it like reins.
“You’re such a horny mother,” I growled in my full male voice. “Priya doesn’t know how much of a slut her mummy is.”
I pulled out and made her lie on the floor on her back. I straddled her chest, sliding my cock between her massive tits. She pressed them together obediently, creating a tight, warm tunnel. I tit-fucked her brutally, the head hitting her chin each time. She stuck out her tongue to lick it.
After a while, I moved down and entered her again in missionary, her legs wrapped around my waist. I fucked her slow and deep at first, grinding against her clit, then pounded harder. Her big tits bounced wildly. I buried my face in them, sucking hard, leaving dark hickeys all over her soft flesh.
“Fuck me like you fuck my daughter,” she panted. “Cum inside me. I want to feel it leaking out when Priya comes home.”
The taboo words pushed me over. I slammed into her faster, feeling her pussy clench as she came hard, squirting a little around my cock. I roared and emptied deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick ropes of cum.
We lay there panting. But Sunita aunty wasn’t done revealing her desires. After catching her breath, she whispered, “There’s more… I want you to make me watch you fuck Priya next time. I want to finger myself while you use her big tits and then clean your cock with my mouth afterwards. And… I want you to take me in the kitchen while I’m cooking, saree hiked up, risking getting caught by neighbors.”
I smiled, my cock already stirring again inside her cum-filled pussy. I pulled out and made her suck me clean, tasting our mixed juices.
From that day, Sunita aunty’s hidden desires became the center of our secret tuition sessions in Bhilai. She started wearing sexier sarees for me, no bra, her mangalsutra always visible as a symbol of her married sluttiness. Sometimes she’d confess more—fantasies of being shared with other men while I watched, or roleplaying as my submissive wife.
Priya returned later that evening and joined us. The three of us ended up in a sweaty pile on the bed—me alternating between mother and daughter, their four massive breasts pressed together as I fucked their cleavages one after another.
Sunita aunty had finally unleashed the repressed whore inside her, and I was more than happy to keep feeding it, one hard thrust at a time, all while dressed as the perfect neighborhood Rani didi.

I returned two days later, this time in a deep green chiffon saree with a matching low-back blouse that left very little to the imagination. The fabric was sheer enough that my black lace bra and the shape of my padded 44D breasts were clearly visible when the pallu shifted. My makeup was extra seductive—thick lashes, glossy red lips, and the nose ring that Sunita aunty loved tugging on. Underneath, my cock throbbed in a tiny red thong, already leaking at the thought of what was waiting inside.
Sunita aunty opened the door quickly, pulling me inside and bolting it shut. Her face was flushed. Priya was in her room, but the mother looked anxious and aroused at the same time.
“He called today,” she whispered, pressing her soft body against mine. “My husband… Rajesh. He’s coming back from the Gulf in ten days. His contract finished early.”
The news sent a dark thrill through me. Sunita aunty’s eyes sparkled with that same guilty lust she had confessed before. Her mangalsutra hung between her heavy 36DD breasts, visible through her thin housecoat.
“Does that scare you, aunty?” I asked, sliding my hand inside her housecoat to squeeze one big soft tit.
“It terrifies me,” she moaned softly, pushing her chest into my palm. “But it also makes me so wet. Ten years of being a faithful wife… and now this. I want you to use me harder before he comes back. I want to be ruined for him.”
Priya emerged from her room wearing only a tight tank top and shorts, her enormous 38E breasts straining the fabric, nipples already hard. She had overheard. Instead of worry, she smiled naughtily. “Mummy told me. We should make the most of these days.”
We moved to the bedroom. I pushed Sunita aunty onto the bed first. “Tell me how you want it, you married slut. Talk about your husband while I fuck you.”
She pulled open her housecoat, her big brown tits spilling out. “I want you to fuck me like Rajesh never could. He’s small… and gentle. I’ve fantasized about a real man taking me while he’s away. Now you’re here, dressed like a woman, and I’m dripping.”
I hiked up my saree, yanked down the thong, and let my thick 7-inch cock slap against her belly. Priya watched, one hand already between her legs. I climbed on top of Sunita aunty and thrust into her hairy, soaked pussy in one hard stroke. She cried out, legs wrapping around me.
“Yes! Fuck your aunty while her husband is coming home! Stretch this married cunt!” she gasped.
I pounded her deep and rough, my padded breasts bouncing against her real ones with every thrust. The contrast of my fake heavy tits and her soft, jiggling ones was intoxicating. I slapped her tits hard, watching them redden, then pinched her nipples while pulling on her mangalsutra.
Priya joined, sitting on her mother’s face. Sunita aunty licked her daughter’s shaved pussy eagerly while I railed her. The room filled with wet sounds and muffled moans.
After making Sunita aunty cum once, I pulled out and moved to Priya. I bent her over beside her mother and entered her tight young pussy from behind. Her massive tits hung and swung as I fucked her. Sunita aunty watched hungrily, fingering herself.
“Imagine when your father comes back,” I growled to Priya. “He’ll sleep in this same bed where I fucked both of you. Your mother will have my cum still leaking out of her.”
Priya moaned louder. “Yes… fuck me harder, Rani didi. Make me sore before Papa returns.”
I alternated between them for the next hour. I made Sunita aunty ride me reverse cowgirl so I could spank her plump ass while she bounced on my cock. Her big tits and ass jiggled wildly. Priya sat on my face, grinding her wet pussy on my tongue while I thrust up into her mother.
The risk made everything hotter. Sunita aunty kept whispering filthy things: “When Rajesh comes, I’ll suck his small cock while thinking of yours. I’ll let him fuck me but I’ll crave this thick cock in my saree-wearing slut tutor.”
I pulled out and had them both kneel. They pressed their four massive breasts together—Priya’s firm huge ones on top, Sunita’s softer heavier pair below—creating a perfect warm valley. I tit-fucked the stacked breasts, thrusting between all that soft flesh while they licked the head of my cock together.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back. I erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum across both their faces, tits, and mangalsutra. Sunita aunty scooped some up and fed it to Priya, then licked the rest off her daughter’s nipples.
We lay tangled together afterward, my saree crumpled around my waist, makeup smeared.
“These next ten days,” Sunita aunty said, tracing a finger over my softening cock, “I want daily sessions. Riskier ones. Fuck me in the kitchen while I talk to him on the phone. Make Priya and me wear our best sarees and fuck us together. I want you to cum inside me many times so I’m full when he returns.”
Priya nodded, kissing my padded breast. “And maybe one day… you can hide in the cupboard and watch him try to satisfy Mummy, then come out and reclaim us right after he sleeps.”
The idea of the husband’s return turned our secret tuition into something even more dangerous and addictive. Over the following week, we grew bolder. One evening, Sunita aunty was on a video call with Rajesh while I fucked her slowly from behind in the living room, my hand over her mouth. She kept her voice steady, telling him how much she missed him, while her pussy clenched around my cock.
Another day, all three of us dressed up—me in a red bridal-style saree, mother and daughter in their wedding sarees. I fucked them side by side on the marital bed, making them moan my name while Rajesh’s photo watched from the wall.
Sunita aunty’s hidden desires had fully bloomed into something shameless. As the days counted down to her husband’s return to Bhilai, the sex only grew more intense, more taboo, and more frequent. My crossdressed cock had completely claimed both mother and daughter, and we were all counting the hours until the ultimate risk arrived.