My name is Aditya. I am 22 years old and in the final year of my college in Jaipur. I stay in a PG near the campus. My English literature lecturer is Mrs. Kavita Sharma. Everyone calls her Kavita ma’am. She is 33, married, and has been teaching in the college for the last five years.
Kavita ma’am is the kind of woman who makes it difficult to concentrate in class. Fair skin with a soft glow, long black hair that she usually keeps in a neat bun or open waves, full heavy breasts that look tight in her formal kurtis and sarees, a slim waist, wide hips and a big, firm ass that moves when she walks between the rows of benches. She wears light perfume and always looks neat. Many boys in the class talk about her, but I tried to keep it respectful.
I was good at studies, so she often called me to her small cabin after class to discuss assignments or give extra notes. Those meetings started becoming longer. She would sit close, lean over the desk while explaining, and sometimes her knee would touch mine under the table. I started noticing the way her blouse stretched when she reached for books on the top shelf, and the way she looked at me for a second longer than necessary.
One Thursday evening most of the college had emptied. I had gone to her cabin to submit a late assignment. It was past 6:30. The corridor was quiet. She was still there, wearing a light blue cotton saree with a matching blouse. The pallu had slipped a little from her shoulder.
“Aditya, aaj late aa gaye. Baitho,” she said and gestured to the chair opposite her desk.
I sat. She checked the assignment, made a few marks, and then looked up at me. “Tumhara writing accha hai. Thoda aur depth lao bas.”
We started talking about the novel we were studying. Slowly the conversation shifted. She asked about my PG life, whether I cooked, whether I felt lonely. I answered honestly. She listened carefully, her eyes on my face.
After some time she stood up to take a book from the shelf behind her. The saree tightened around her big ass as she stretched. When she turned back I was still looking. She noticed and smiled a little.
“Aditya… tum bahut dekh rahe ho aaj,” she said softly.
My face felt hot. “Ma’am… sorry.”
She walked around the desk and stood closer to my chair. “Sorry mat bolo. Main bhi dekh rahi hoon.”
I stood up. Our faces were close. I could smell her mild perfume mixed with the natural scent of her skin. She was looking straight into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and felt the softness of her body under the saree.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with dark eyes. “Aditya… yeh bilkul galat hai. Main tumhari teacher hoon. Aur shaadi-shuda bhi.”
“Main jaanta hoon ma’am,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she reached behind and locked the cabin door. She turned back, pulled me closer, and kissed me harder. My hands went to her blouse. I opened the hooks one by one. Her heavy breasts spilled out, soft and full, dark nipples already hard. No bra. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand went under her saree and petticoat. She was not wearing panties. My fingers found her already wet. I slid two fingers inside her. She was hot and tight.
“Ahh… Aditya… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my hand.
I lifted her and made her sit on the edge of her desk. She spread her legs. I opened my trousers and pushed them down. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She looked at it, then wrapped her soft hand around it and stroked slowly.
“Itna hard… aur mota,” she said in a low voice.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet pussy and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned.
I started fucking her with deep strokes right there on the desk. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. The desk creaked softly. The wet sound of our bodies filled the small cabin.
After some time I pulled out and turned her around. She bent over the desk, her big ass pushed out towards me. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the edge of the desk. I held her hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, made me lose control. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavily. Then she slowly stood up and started putting her clothes back on. Her face was flushed and her bun had come a little loose.
“Aditya… yeh sirf aaj ki baat thi. Kal se class mein normal,” she said while adjusting her pallu.
I pulled her close and kissed her again. “Ma’am, ab normal nahi ho sakta.”
She did not reply. She just looked at me for a long moment, then unlocked the door and told me to leave first.
The next day in class she taught as if nothing had happened. But when the period ended she called me to her cabin again. The moment I entered and closed the door she locked it, walked up to me, opened my trousers, and went down on her knees. She took my cock out and started sucking me right there. Soft, slow, deep. She looked up into my eyes while taking me into her throat. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I came. She swallowed everything, stood up, wiped her lips, and said, “Ab assignment ke baare mein baat karte hain.”
That became our routine. Whenever the college was quiet or late in the evening, she would call me to her cabin. Sometimes I fucked her on the desk. Sometimes against the wall. Sometimes she sat on her chair and rode me while I sucked her heavy breasts.
One evening she came wearing a tight cream saree. She locked the door, removed her blouse and petticoat, and climbed on my lap facing me. She pulled my cock out, stroked it, and slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I sucked the nipples hard while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the cabin. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her again.
Another evening I made her bend over the small table in the corner. I fucked her hard from behind while spanking her ass lightly. She came twice before I filled her.
Now it has been three months. Her husband still does not know. Every time she walks into the classroom in front of fifty students and starts the lecture, my cock gets hard remembering how she looks when she is bent over her own desk with my cock deep inside her.
Last Friday she stayed back after everyone left. She locked the cabin, removed all her clothes, and lay down on her desk completely naked. She spread her legs and said, “Aaj time hai. Jo marzi karo.”
I spent the next two hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, and with her legs on my shoulders. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally got dressed her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Kavita ma’am is still my lecturer. She still checks my assignments and calls me by my full name in class. But every time she leans over my desk to correct something and her blouse opens a little, I know that later that same evening her tight married pussy will again be wrapped around my cock.
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Kavita ma’am is the kind of woman who makes it difficult to concentrate in class. Fair skin with a soft glow, long black hair that she usually keeps in a neat bun or open waves, full heavy breasts that look tight in her formal kurtis and sarees, a slim waist, wide hips and a big, firm ass that moves when she walks between the rows of benches. She wears light perfume and always looks neat. Many boys in the class talk about her, but I tried to keep it respectful.
I was good at studies, so she often called me to her small cabin after class to discuss assignments or give extra notes. Those meetings started becoming longer. She would sit close, lean over the desk while explaining, and sometimes her knee would touch mine under the table. I started noticing the way her blouse stretched when she reached for books on the top shelf, and the way she looked at me for a second longer than necessary.
One Thursday evening most of the college had emptied. I had gone to her cabin to submit a late assignment. It was past 6:30. The corridor was quiet. She was still there, wearing a light blue cotton saree with a matching blouse. The pallu had slipped a little from her shoulder.
“Aditya, aaj late aa gaye. Baitho,” she said and gestured to the chair opposite her desk.
I sat. She checked the assignment, made a few marks, and then looked up at me. “Tumhara writing accha hai. Thoda aur depth lao bas.”
We started talking about the novel we were studying. Slowly the conversation shifted. She asked about my PG life, whether I cooked, whether I felt lonely. I answered honestly. She listened carefully, her eyes on my face.
After some time she stood up to take a book from the shelf behind her. The saree tightened around her big ass as she stretched. When she turned back I was still looking. She noticed and smiled a little.
“Aditya… tum bahut dekh rahe ho aaj,” she said softly.
My face felt hot. “Ma’am… sorry.”
She walked around the desk and stood closer to my chair. “Sorry mat bolo. Main bhi dekh rahi hoon.”
I stood up. Our faces were close. I could smell her mild perfume mixed with the natural scent of her skin. She was looking straight into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and felt the softness of her body under the saree.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with dark eyes. “Aditya… yeh bilkul galat hai. Main tumhari teacher hoon. Aur shaadi-shuda bhi.”
“Main jaanta hoon ma’am,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she reached behind and locked the cabin door. She turned back, pulled me closer, and kissed me harder. My hands went to her blouse. I opened the hooks one by one. Her heavy breasts spilled out, soft and full, dark nipples already hard. No bra. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand went under her saree and petticoat. She was not wearing panties. My fingers found her already wet. I slid two fingers inside her. She was hot and tight.
“Ahh… Aditya… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my hand.
I lifted her and made her sit on the edge of her desk. She spread her legs. I opened my trousers and pushed them down. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She looked at it, then wrapped her soft hand around it and stroked slowly.
“Itna hard… aur mota,” she said in a low voice.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet pussy and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned.
I started fucking her with deep strokes right there on the desk. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. The desk creaked softly. The wet sound of our bodies filled the small cabin.
After some time I pulled out and turned her around. She bent over the desk, her big ass pushed out towards me. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the edge of the desk. I held her hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, made me lose control. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavily. Then she slowly stood up and started putting her clothes back on. Her face was flushed and her bun had come a little loose.
“Aditya… yeh sirf aaj ki baat thi. Kal se class mein normal,” she said while adjusting her pallu.
I pulled her close and kissed her again. “Ma’am, ab normal nahi ho sakta.”
She did not reply. She just looked at me for a long moment, then unlocked the door and told me to leave first.
The next day in class she taught as if nothing had happened. But when the period ended she called me to her cabin again. The moment I entered and closed the door she locked it, walked up to me, opened my trousers, and went down on her knees. She took my cock out and started sucking me right there. Soft, slow, deep. She looked up into my eyes while taking me into her throat. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I came. She swallowed everything, stood up, wiped her lips, and said, “Ab assignment ke baare mein baat karte hain.”
That became our routine. Whenever the college was quiet or late in the evening, she would call me to her cabin. Sometimes I fucked her on the desk. Sometimes against the wall. Sometimes she sat on her chair and rode me while I sucked her heavy breasts.
One evening she came wearing a tight cream saree. She locked the door, removed her blouse and petticoat, and climbed on my lap facing me. She pulled my cock out, stroked it, and slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I sucked the nipples hard while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the cabin. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her again.
Another evening I made her bend over the small table in the corner. I fucked her hard from behind while spanking her ass lightly. She came twice before I filled her.
Now it has been three months. Her husband still does not know. Every time she walks into the classroom in front of fifty students and starts the lecture, my cock gets hard remembering how she looks when she is bent over her own desk with my cock deep inside her.
Last Friday she stayed back after everyone left. She locked the cabin, removed all her clothes, and lay down on her desk completely naked. She spread her legs and said, “Aaj time hai. Jo marzi karo.”
I spent the next two hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, and with her legs on my shoulders. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally got dressed her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Kavita ma’am is still my lecturer. She still checks my assignments and calls me by my full name in class. But every time she leans over my desk to correct something and her blouse opens a little, I know that later that same evening her tight married pussy will again be wrapped around my cock.
If you liked this hot married college lecturer chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of a particular evening in the cabin or what happened when another teacher almost knocked on the door. I will write it.