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.