Kajol was sick and tired of her hubby, who was always acting in pan masala commercials. She wanted her India to be clean, with no pan stains on the pavements or walls, and this could only be possible if today's young generation were properly made aware of the current evils in our society, including the littering and spitting that goes on daily, in the hearts of almost every Indian city.
She really wanted to raise awareness among young individuals when it comes to cleanliness, and what better way to do it than by starting a coaching class for postgraduate students. Not only would she help them in their higher studies, but she would also take a special class (at least once a week) where she would preach to her students on how to be responsible citizens ... Simply standing up during the national anthem isn't going to be enough. One must also keep the country clean. Only then you're a true patriot.
Since Kajol's hubby spends most of his time outdoors, shooting adverts and movies, and since her kids often goes for sleepovers at their friends' places, she pondered that she already have the whole house to herself and teaching students at her own home wouldn't be an issue.
After considering this, and in a few months' time, she finally set up a coaching class right in her spacious luxury bungalow. There was ample room in the living room for at least 12-15 students. And all of her students were adults and were in their early 20s.
There was one student named Akash, who often stayed in her class for extra hours since he had ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) and therefore Mrs. Kajol agreed to spend more time with this individual.
One evening, Akash was taking notes and, as usual, stayed late. Besides him, two other students were also in the room, deeply engrossed in their studies. Since it was the month of June, Mrs. Kajol was sweating profusely. She asked the students to finish their tasks and said she would be back shortly. She then retreated to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her, but forgot to lock it. She needed to change out of her sweaty saree and into a fresh one. The heat was clearly driving her insane.
Mrs. Kajol was gone for more than 15 minutes. Akash and the other two boys were waiting for her to return, when suddenly a sharp shriek pierced the air. They realized that it was their teacher screaming from the bedroom. Something must have frightened her, they thought. Akash ran towards that direction, with the other two students following behind him. Without hesitation, all three pushed the door open and rushed inside to help her. What they saw next left them stunned ... Mrs. Kajol stood in the middle of the bedroom, completely naked. She was trembling with fear, her eyes fixed on the bed, where a large, nasty spider was crawling slowly across the bedsheet.
She surely was in a shock from finding the bug on her bed, and didn't realize that her loyal students have barged into her room.
It took a few seconds for her to snap out of her spider shock, and that's when she made the discovery that she wasn't alone.
Three pair of eyes were devouring her mature exposed flesh with their pervy stares.
She yelled at them: "Get the fuck out of my room this instant" ... and at the same time tried desperately with her bare hands to hide her bushy pussy and the balloons hanging from her chest, but failed.
The boys stood there in disbelief, as if they've struck a goldmine. Never in their lives did they think they would come across a full2 nangi aunty, with such lovely assets.
They couldn't take their eyes off of her chunky thiccccc body, pumpkin-sized butt, monster thighs, and beautiful mammary glands that dangled in the air.
The boys started drooling like crazy upon seeing this gadraayi maal standing stark naked in her high heels, her palms barely covering her privates and a mixed expression of anger, confusion and embarresment was visible on this woman's face.
The time came when the boys couldn’t hold back any longer. One of them approached her from behind, grabbed her gol gaand, and jabbed a sharp pencil on her bubble butt. She flinched from the sudden attack ... Uiiiii Maaa.
The other boy picked up Mrs. Kajol's panty lying on the floor, stuffed it inside her mouth to filter out the screams, then got hold of a few strands of hair from between her legs, and yanked them hard, sometimes twisting them, while other times ripping them off one by one.
As this went on, she writhed in pain and couldn't believe that she was being molested in her own house ... Akash, on the other hand did not participate but stood at a distance, stroking his 2 inch cock.
As Mrs. Kajol's pubic hairs were being pulled, yanked and plucked off one by one in the most painful manner, the boy behind her found a vacuum cleaner hose lying in the corner. It was a cylindrical pipe-like object that is usually attached to vacuum cleaners. It was around 8 feet in length (taller than an average human).
Upon finding it, the boy parted Mrs. Kajol's fat butt and pushed the long hose straight into her butthole ... She jumped up in unbearable pain ... "Aaaayiiii gooooo" ... Tears started to roll down her cheeks from this brutal attack on her ass.
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They didn't choose to have sex with her ... Nope ... That's what every other predator would do, and honestly, these boys find the whole idea of sex boring ... Instead, they wanted to inflict pain on this woman's private parts and derive sexual pleasure out of it.
Years of watching BDSM porn does this to the minds of individuals. Such people look for an opportunity, and when they find one, they don't hesitate to carry out such abominable acts. These two boys no doubt found the opportunity. And their prey was their own teacher.
Mrs. Kajol wanted to make better individuals out of today's youth, but little did she know, the sickness that has plagued and infiltrated the minds of today's young blood cannot be dispelled.
The two boys inserted various objects inside her tight butthole for hours. From shampoo bottles, to broom handle, to the handle of her son's cricket bat. They even grabbed a decorative statue and pushed its heavy headpiece into her sh!t hole, while she kept on weeping.
The torture went on for hours until it was dawn. The boys sure had one helluva party. The floor was smeared with Mrs. Kajol's poop, as it leaked out while they were pounding object after object into her rear hole, leaving her almost exhausted.
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Five years have passed since this grim incident, and Mrs. Kajol still runs her coaching class. Now she gladly takes part in these acts, with her three favorite students. She now says that she loves being a slutty trashy MILF.
