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Almaira's Tuitions

Copyright© 2026 by Desi_Tharki

Chapter 1

Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Almaira is reluctantly "COERCED" to give tuitions to 3 virgin teens. What follows is these teens journey in to excelling in academics and also sexual odyssey which Almaira helps navigate. There is sex but if looking for only sex please skip. Read Chapter 1 which sets the theme and background and also terms explained for non native Indian readers. All suggestions and feedbacks welcome. If anyone is interested in co-writing or taking this ahead please reach out.

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction   True Story   School   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Orgy   Indian Male   Indian Female   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Oral Sex   Voyeurism   Teacher/Student   Indian Erotica  

The story is set in North India in early 2000s and follows Almaira. Almaira is 22yrs old a brilliant commerce student, back in her hometown Noida after completing her BCom from a reputed college in Manipal city in South India. She is pursuing CA – and undergoing Articleship in a friend’s father’s CA office and yet to clear finals. Most colleagues will describe her as intelligent hard worker who has never shrugged from taking work but is definitely not a push over. She is a perfectionist and demands same from younger colleagues. While she could have easily got a job in big 4 accounting / consulting firm, she chose this particular smaller office because is near to home – and she want to consider this as some “time-off” before getting married and going for a more aggressive career trajectory. At insistence of family friends, she has reluctantly agreed to tutor 3 grade 11 teens - 2 boys and a girl – all virgins (will let the reader fantasise how old) all from same school.

Reluctantly as this teaching cuts in her favourite pastime – masturbation or “diddling” as she like to call it. Almaira is hyper sexed – a side very few know (she herself discovered in masturbation in early teens and fully explored sex in college). She needs to relive herself at least twice a day and as many as 6 when ovulating. She has dexterous fingers, responsive clit, sensitive g-spot, few toys, hyper active imagination, and decent porn collection to help relieve herself. In college she was introduced to sex with both genders, explored oral-anal and all things in between. She is currently undecided what she loves more - getting aggressively fucked by men or gently loved by girls. But she knows for sure she needs at least one orgasm a day to keep her sanity. And few more daily after 2 weeks from her “shark weeks”.

Since out of college and back home she has no avenues of “safe reliable” sex – her family is conservative that rules out boyfriends or friends staying over. And also, her days are full - when she is not working or studying for her CA finals, she is teaching “her kids” or preparing for it. The sexual drought is frustrating but most days the morning diddling of clit and occasional late-night massage of g-spot with her trusty well used “Dilbar” helps. On lucky days she is able to finger one in her office bathroom or two (during ovulation). All good but just barely enough to keep her from going crazy. This is far cry from atleast 2 proper sex sessions a day plus 2-3 diddles and a proper 2 or more couple orgies in weekends when Almaira was in college a few months back. Her nick name in college was “Khanivore” as she was known to sexually devour anything that moved – but only amongst very-very close classmates and hostel mates – discretion was the key requirement in to getting inside Almaira’s thongs (her choice of undergarment in college – unlike the granny panties she wore now). Remarkably her academic performance also peaked during this time.

“Her kids” the teens are sexually naïve and physically confused. Surprisingly they have never masturbated and are constantly stimulated – with no Idea what is happening to them. Till Almaira’s tuitions start they have not even watched porn or anything remotely vulgar (other than the Bollywood vulgarity – which stimulates them but not why). The kids were top performers before teenage hit them. The puberty has led to confusions and significant drop in grades. Being kids of over achieving professionals and also younger to successful elder siblings have subjected them to high bars of standard. The tuitions are their parents’ idea to help bridge gap, in mind of parents – a female tutor is considered “safe” as unlikely to be a sexual predator / molester. Almaira is youngest child of known family friend and is known to have done brilliant academically. Her family is considered very reputable tracing lineage to Nawabs and Kings of Aligarh and Lucknow. Decently affluent – but definitely below average in the gated community they all belong to. All these attributes were the key reasons why Almaira has been “coaxed” into teaching these kids. As the reader will discover in ensuing chapters how badly this trust is schematically broken by Almaira.

Each kid has 3 tuition classes - 2 individual at kid’s home and one group class on Sunday at Almaira’s home. The classes are supposed to be 2 hours each but rarely finishes before 3 hours. All 3 kids have professional well to do parents with lot of money to spare but not much time. In US they would have been typical Latch key kids – in India they have full time servants and drivers to take care. Weekdays till late evening they have the house to themselves of course with servants at beck and call but uncompromised privacy. All three attend same prestigious and strict school in Noida. Unlike other NCR schools the students in this school are mostly well behaved and studious with no scandal since its inception in 1990s ... In fact Almaira is also a product of same school having passed a few years back with honours.

Almaira or Maam-didi as she is affectionately called by the kids is teaching the kids for almost 7months – when we pick the story. The subjects Almaira is teaching are Accounts and Economics – her favourites and ones she thinks are her best. Her teachings have yielded results a bit better than expected – but still far short of expectations – as improvements are noticeable but not enough. In the last unit test the boys had scored in 60%, but worse was Zee who barely passed. While none of them are at bottom of the class they were definitely in bottom quartile a fact which frustrated Almaira.

The mid-December time frame does not help. Noida as is NCR covered with the infamous smog, making going out tougher. WFH concept does not exists yet. The weather is bleak - cold grey days covered in smog, nights cold (through Almaira was born in North and not a stranger to cold weather – however past 4 years stay in Manipal South of India has made her used to warmer weather. Since kids and Almaira are from affluent India they stay in a luxurious gated community with temperature-controlled apartment, still the general weather brings Almaira down.

On other front her CA Final exams results were also out – for others the results were great. Almaira cleared one group with exceptionally high marks. And that was what was bad for her she passed only one group; she failed by 5 marks in the only subject she hated - Advanced Financial Management. Had she cleared that she may have been awarded a rank also. For rest of the world - passing one group in first attempt – in itself was great. This alone – passing one group - took most 3-4 attempts. For the kid’s parents this affirmed their choice in picking Almaira as a tutor.

Most important Almaira was questioning her life choices – the teaching has eaten into her “me-time” and consequently leaving her more and more frustrated – which she blamed for her less than desirable results. Her Sunday me-time longer sessions with her dildo – Dilbar have gone from once a week to once a month. Most days she is too tired from office or studying for her exams or preparing for kid’s tuition classes. Her performance at all fronts, she felt, was dropping proportionately to her worsening sex life. She was constantly horny – and had forced this week from staring away from her watchman’s less than impressive crotch - a definite low point worse that last week when she openly embarrassed her maid by gawking at her ample bosom cleavage. All signs that her decreasing “me-time” was making her hornier and she needed to do something about it.

When the bell rang, it was Sunday noon - Almaira was lying on plush sofa in living room, body gleaming in light sweat, her dripping wet cunt open to air – as if waiting to air-dry, and Almaira in post-diddling bliss after a very peaceful sleep. She was wearing her favourite black tank top rolled-up her ample pert boobs uncovered by any bra – her nipples angrily perk as if asking why not more frequent diddling. No panties were in sight – they were the obvious hindrance to her diddling. Her loose shorts somewhere lost beneath the Blankets roughly thrown around the sofa.

Blissful sleep was thanks to a hearty Mutton Nihari and Biriyani dinner accompanied by sneaked in quarter of old monk rum. Not to forget post dinner session with her trusted Dilbar amply coated with her favourite KY-jelly while her favourite gang bang porn was playing on 50inch wide screen TV and state of art home theatre ... In all a night well spent followed by a great clit fingering session in morning just as she woke up. 4 orgasms in less than 12 hours were here record high since she was back home. But just a normal noon while in college – how the mighty Khanivore has fallen – rued Almaira.

This was a rare back to back fruitful sessions almost reliving her college days. Then she remembered why. Almaira had a rare Sunday off. Her parents were attending a distant relative’s home; servants had taken a day off. The kids were busy with their School’s annual day – so no tuition class. For the first time since she returned home - Almaira had the whole house and more importantly whole day to herself. She plans to utilise the whole Sunday for “me-time”. Just as she was getting out from the morning, or rather noon, post diddling bliss the bell rang. Almaira’s first instincts were of embarrassment and to dress up – then rational Almaira stood up just pulled her shorts up top down and draped a dupatta to open main door.

“Haan bhaiya” said Almaira to the courierboy who was gawking openly at the semi clad Alamaira – the dupatta did an ok job hiding her top but the hot pants were ruefully short and exposed nice toned legs of hers, a few cms shorter and her cunt hairs would have definitely been visible. Girls so skimply dressed were rare in India but commonplace in the society Almaira lived. Still a rarity for the courierboy hence the gawking.

Almaira was tempted to say “Haan bhaiya taad liya to kaam batao” (translated - if your gawking is over let me know why you are here), but rather just said “Kahan sign karna hai” (translated – where to sign). The delivery boy broken from his reverie handed the papers, post signing he bent to retrieve the package for delivery. As he bent his tight ass became prominent and visible to Almaira, who despite post diddling bliss was tempted to drag him inside and ravage the delivery boy. Almaira wondered if he would be a good fuck. However she was quickly bought back to senses and dismissed the idea. Moreover, the courierboy was definitely in early 50’s poorly kept so definitely not her type. She liked her men younger and novices in sex – ready to uninhibitedly experiment.

Back in living room, she opened the package – it was a gift from one of her college friend Mohit. There was a note inside which read- “Dear Khanivore, hope this helps you in your sex drought. Missing you and our time together in Manipal. Hope to see you soon ... Till then this kit should help ... XoXo Mohit”.

Mohit was her fuckbuddy from Manipal. Almaira was taken back to the blissful vacation spent in a hotel in Om beach where they and 2 more couples had spent mornings scuba diving and evening to nights in sexual depravities which would have put most pornstars to shame. The mini vacation in last term had left all pussies sore and cocks worn out for days to come. The group had gone through a carton of condoms. Aahh the youthful days - reminisced Almaira with a tingling pussy. For a long time in college everyone thought that Mohit and Alamira were made for each other – and will get permanently together ... But both knew that post college unlikely they will be together...

Anyways Almaira bought back her thoughts to the package in hand. Mohit was currently travelling US and Mexico to explore avenues for Family Export import business. He must have seen something interesting and sent. Inside the box was a rather large double headed dildo, butt plugs, strap-on of different sizes and heavy lubes. Also, box contained a few porn DVDs. These items very rare in India in pre covid. Almaira was really happy seeing them and made a mental note to send an appropriate thanks to Mohit. But she also cursed Mohit sending these toys which would be of no use in her family home in Noida. None of the toys were solo – all were best as a couple toy. And she knew it would be a long time before she could use any of them.

However, DVDs were another story ... Almaira popped a DVD featuring a busty girl with a shemale and a well-hung man on the cover - her fav genre (as was Mohit’s). Half hour in to the movie on the hi def tv with state of surround sound got Almaira very high and she used her Dilbar again to bring herself to an intense orgasm equivalent of two, “But still counts as one” Almaira corrected herself ... She was down 5 orgasms in last 16 hours – “Seriously not bad Khanivore” said Almira to herself.

She started browsing through Unit test answer scripts of her kids. Her thoughts went to “her kids”. Helped by her post nut bliss allowing to think rationally and clearly after a really long time. She realised the kids were pretty intelligent and hardworking but somehow very distracted.

 
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