Adultery Sex Education - By bakedPotatojuice69

[tweeny_fory]

Hey friends,


Great to be back on the forum after a couple of months away! I've been following this place since way back when, and I love how everyone is so keen to fill it with amazing hot and erotic stories.

It's awesome how everyone here either shares their deepest feelings or wildest imaginations in the form of erotic novels or short, raw tales. No matter the format, the goal is always to share and build this community.

A massive shout-out to the mods too – finding old forum stories from the internet archives and reposting them is pure gold! You guys have made this forum a top spot for desi erotica.

So, I found a fantastic erotic story that I just had to share with you all. I'm posting it here as is, because you never know when the original might get taken down. I wanted to make sure this gem doesn't get lost and can be enjoyed by everyone.

So here goes the story by bakedPotatojuice69

[tweeny_fory]

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a stark contrast to the silence pressing down on the deserted hallway. Heena rubbed her temples, the scratch of pen on paper still echoing in her skull. "God, these answers," she muttered to the empty corridor. "Did half these kids even attend lectures?"


Back in her cramped office, she slumped into her chair. Stacks of biology exams covered her desk like a paper avalanche. She unscrewed her metal water bottle—the sharp, clean scent of vodka cutting through the stale office air. A long sip burned its way down her throat. The tension in her shoulders eased, just a fraction. Scoring papers was torture. Teaching? That was her joy. Watching minds click, questions sparking in eager eyes. But this? This was burial duty.

Outside, the campus felt hollow. Sunset bled orange through the grimy windows, painting long shadows where students usually clustered. Finals week had bled everyone dry. Even the janitors had vanished. Heena stretched, spine cracking in protest. Her gaze drifted to the last ten answer booklets. One had a doodle of a dissected frog wearing sunglasses. She snorted. "Priorities, kid."

The vodka hummed softly in her veins as she pushed back from the desk. Her legs felt stiff, restless. "Need air," she announced to the empty room. The hallway swallowed her footsteps as she wandered, bottle still in hand. Past locked lecture halls, past the empty bio lab with its preserved specimens floating like ghosts in jars. The quiet felt thick, unnerving. She paused by a window overlooking the quad. Dead leaves skittered across concrete. For a moment, she just stood there, the cold metal of the bottle pressing into her palm.

A faint sound broke the silence. Not a click, not a shuffle. A whisper. It came from the closed door of a classroom, Heena frowned. Everyone was supposed to be gone. She took another deliberate sip, the vodka sharpening her focus. Curiosity prickled, cutting through the tipsy haze. She moved silently toward the doorway, her flats scuffing lightly on the concrete floor.

Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the fading twilight through the tall windows. Dust motes danced in the slanted light. And there, on the very last bench, tucked into the deepest shadow, were two figures. A boy and a girl, eighteen, maybe nineteen, frozen mid-motion. The boy had his arm around the girl’s shoulders; she was leaning into him. Their textbook lay forgotten, splayed open on the bench. They stared at Heena, wide-eyed, like startled deer caught in headlights. The girl’s hand flew to her mouth. The boy instinctively removing his hand, his expression shifting from shock to a defensive wariness.

Heena leaned against the doorframe, the cool metal of her bottle grounding her. She recognized them vaguely – faces from her Intro to biology lectures, Rohan and Priya. "College is closed," she stated, her voice calm but carrying easily in the hushed room. The vodka’s warmth made her words softer than she intended, less like a reprimand. She saw the girl flinch, saw the boy’s jaw tighten. They hadn’t been whispering sweet nothings. There was a tension here, a raw edge beneath the surface panic. "What," Heena asked, her gaze sweeping over their rigid posture and the scattered books, "were you two doing?" She kept her tone deliberately neutral, almost conversational. The girl swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the textbook beside her before meeting Heena’s. "Studying, Professor," she blurted out, her voice thin and too high. "Just... studying." Her knuckles were white where she gripped the bench edge.

Heena’s eyes narrowed slightly. She pushed off the doorframe and took two deliberate steps into the room. The air felt thick, charged. She bent down, her fingers brushing the worn cover of the open textbook the girl had been leaning on. The pages fell open to a familiar, detailed diagram. A slow, knowing smile touched Heena’s lips, devoid of amusement. "Ah," she murmured. She lifted the book, her gaze fixed on the page. The silence stretched, taut, as she scanned the text. Then, her voice clear and crisp, cutting through the twilight gloom, she began to read aloud. "Chapter Seven: Human Reproduction"

The boy flushed crimson, looking down at his shoes. The girl stared at Heena, her expression a mix of terror and embarrassment. Heena paused, lowering the book slightly. Her eyes, sharp despite the vodka, locked onto theirs. The diagram seemed to pulse between them. "Interesting choice for a clandestine study session," she remarked, her voice deceptively light. She let the implication hang, heavy in the dusty air. The fluorescent lights in the hallway outside flyickered, casting long, shifting shadows across the frozen scene.

Heena’s gaze softened unexpectedly as she studied them. The boy had sharp, intelligent eyes beneath his flustered expression, and the girl possessed a delicate beauty, her dark hair falling in soft waves around her face. They looked achingly young, earnest, and painfully vulnerable in their panic. A sudden, sharp memory pierced Heena’s tipsy haze – herself at nineteen, tangled in a library carrel with her first serious boyfriend, whispering frantic excuses to a passing professor. The rush of that shared secret, the clumsy fumbling, the overwhelming intensity of young love. She saw the ghost of her own past reflected in their wide, startled eyes. The stern professor mask slipped for a fraction of a second, replaced by a flicker of wistful recognition.

She leaned back against the teacher’s desk nearby, the metal of her bottle cool against her palm. Her voice, when she spoke again, had lost its edge, replaced by a quiet curiosity tinged with the vodka’s warmth. She nodded towards the open book still in her hand, then looked directly at the boy. "So," she asked, her tone almost conversational, "what were you learning? Specifically?" Her eyes flicked pointedly to the detailed anatomical illustration of the female reproductive system splayed across the page. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips, not unkind, but undeniably perceptive. "Oh," she murmured, the word drawn out slightly, "the female reproductive organs. How... fundamental."
The boy opened his mouth, closed it, then stammered, "We... we were revising for the retake, Professor. Next week. Chapter Seven." His voice cracked. The girl remained silent, shrinking into herself, her cheeks burning. Heena took a small, deliberate sip from her bottle, the quiet clink of metal echoing loudly. She watched them over the rim, her expression unreadable now. The twilight deepened outside, turning the classroom into a dim, intimate cave. The diagram seemed to glow under her scrutiny. "Revision," Heena repeated softly. "Practical application is often the best teacher, wouldn’t you agree?" She let the question linger, watching the implications dawn on their faces.
Heena’s gaze sharpened, locking onto the boy. The vodka hummed, loosening her usual restraint, making her bold. "Tell me," she asked, her voice low and direct, cutting through the tension like a scalpel. "Have you ever actually seen one? A vagina? In real life, I mean. Not just diagrams"

The boy’s eyes widened impossibly. He looked utterly stricken, caught between horror and the desperate urge to answer his professor. His mouth worked soundlessly for a second before a strangled, "Uh... just... just in porno, Professor," escaped him, barely audible. He immediately flushed a deeper crimson, unable to meet her eyes, his gaze darting to the floor as if seeking escape.

The girl beside him didn't just flinch; she whipped her head around to stare at him. Her dark eyes, wide with mortification just moments before, now blazed with pure, incandescent fury. It was a death stare sharp enough to flay skin, radiating utter betrayal and disbelief. Her lips pressed into a thin, white line, her entire body rigid with outrage. The silent accusation screamed louder than any words: You absolute idiot!


A sudden, sharp bark of laughter escaped Heena. It wasn't mocking, but genuinely startled, rich and warm, filling the shadowed classroom. The vodka’s warmth surged through her, dissolving the last shreds of professional distance. "Oh, dear," she chuckled, shaking her head slightly, her eyes dancing with unexpected amusement. "Well, that’s honest, I suppose." She leaned back against the desk, the metal cool against her hip. The absurdity of the situation, the raw teenage embarrassment, the girl’s volcanic glare – it all collided with the alcohol in her veins, making her feel strangely, openly alive in the deserted college gloom. Heena pushed herself off the desk, her movements fluid, almost languid. She walked slowly towards the bench where they sat frozen. "Such... enthusiasm for learning," she murmured, her tone shifting, becoming lower, more deliberate. She stopped right before them, her shadow falling across their laps. A slow, deliberate smile curved her lips – not cruel, but intensely focused, almost pedagogical. "It’s rare. Commendable, really." She held out her metal water bottle towards the boy. "Here," she said, her voice crisp. "Take a sip. Calm your nerves. You look like you’ve seen a ghost." He hesitated, stunned, then took the bottle with trembling hands. Heena didn’t watch him drink. Her gaze was already fixed on the terrified girl, then back to him, assessing. "Since you’re both so... dedicated to understanding Chapter Seven," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial near-whisper, "perhaps a practical demonstration would solidify the theory?" She didn't wait for an answer.

Turning, Heena walked to the bench directly opposite theirs, just a few feet away. The wood groaned softly as she sat down, smoothing her sari beneath her. The fading twilight painted her face in soft greys and blues. Without preamble, without hesitation fueled by the vodka’s boldness, she removed the pallu ( end of a sari, used to cover the blouse) from her blouse, gathered the folds of her sari on her waist, Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her simple white cotton panties. In one smooth motion, she slid them down her thighs, past her knees, and off her ankles, letting them pool on the dusty floor beside the bench. She shifted slightly, almost nude, just in her cotton blouse, settling back, and deliberately parted her legs, knees bent, feet planted firmly on the floor. The dim light fell directly onto her exposed vulva.

"See this here?" Heena stated, her voice utterly calm, clinical, yet charged with an undeniable intensity. Her index finger rested lightly, precisely, on the small, hooded peak just above her vaginal opening. Her eyes locked onto theirs, demanding their attention. "This is the clitoris. Primary source of female sexual pleasure." Her finger moved downwards, tracing the inner folds. "Labia minora... labia majora..." She named each structure with detached precision, her finger a pointer against her own flesh. Then, using her thumb and forefinger, she gently parted her inner lips wider, exposing the darker pink interior. "The vaginal opening." Her gaze remained fixed on their stunned faces, especially the girl’s, whose fury had been replaced by sheer, disbelieving shock. Heena’s fingers moved deeper, stretching herself slightly. "And deep inside," she murmured, her voice dropping lower, "if conditions were optimal... you might glimpse the cervix. The gateway." She held the position for a long, silent moment, letting the anatomy lesson sink in, her own body the textbook. The air crackled.

The girl finally tore her gaze away from Heena’s exposed anatomy, her eyes wide as saucers. Her voice, when it came, was a breathless, trembling whisper, cutting through the thick silence. "It’s... it’s slightly different," she stammered, her face flushed crimson. "From... from mine."

Heena tilted her head, her expression shifting from clinical detachment to genuine curiosity. "How so?" she asked softly, her finger still resting near her own opening. Without a word, driven by a sudden, impulsive surge of courage – or perhaps sheer, overwhelming panic – the girl scrambled to her feet. Her hands fumbled at the hem of her knee-length blue skirt. She lifted it, bunching the fabric high around her waist, exposing herself fully to the dim light. Her legs were bare, trembling slightly. There were no panties. Only a glimpse of dark cotton crumpled on the floor beneath the bench where she’d been sitting.

Heena leaned forward intently, her professor’s instincts overriding everything else. Her eyes scanned the girl’s exposed vulva with focused precision. "Ah, yes," she murmured, her voice low and thoughtful. "Variation. Perfectly normal." She pointed gently towards the girl’s inner folds. "See how your labia minora extend slightly more? Very common." Her gaze sharpened slightly, noting a subtle detail. "And your hymen," she added, her tone matter-of-fact, "intact, crescent-shaped. Also perfectly normal." She leaned back slightly, offering a small, reassuring nod. "Anatomy isn't uniform. It’s beautifully diverse."

Her attention snapped to the boy, who was staring, transfixed, his face flushed. "Clear?" Heena asked crisply. "Any doubts?" The boy blinked rapidly, shaking his head as if waking from a dream. "All clear, Professor," he stammered, his voice thick with disbelief and awe. Heena didn't hesitate. She rose smoothly from her bench and moved to theirs, settling herself directly between them on the worn wood. The girl instinctively scooted aside, her skirt still bunched awkwardly around her waist. Heena spread her legs wide once more, her bare thighs pressing against the cool bench surface. "Good," she stated, her gaze locking onto the boy. "Now. Name them. Point to each structure you see."
The boy swallowed hard, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out. His index finger brushed hesitantly against Heena’s outer folds. "L-labia majora," he managed. His finger moved inward, tracing the softer skin. "Labia minora." He paused, hovering near the apex. "And... that’s the... urethra?" His uncertainty was palpable.

"No Rohan!" The girl’s voice cut through sharply, her earlier fury replaced by intense focus. Before Heena could react, the girl’s hand darted forward. Her fingers, surprisingly steady, parted Heena’s folds wider, her touch firm and purposeful. Her fingertip landed precisely on the small, hooded nub. "This is the clitoris," she corrected, her voice surprisingly authoritative. Her finger slid downwards, stopping just below. "That," she emphasized, tapping lightly near the tiny opening nestled within the folds, "is the urethra. The vaginal opening is deeper." Her dark eyes flicked up to meet Heena’s, searching for confirmation, her own embarrassment momentarily forgotten in the intensity of the correction. Heena simply watched her, a slow, approving smile spreading across her lips.

Heena leaned back slightly, breaking the intense focus. Her gaze swept over both students, sharp despite the lingering vodka haze. "Well," she remarked, her voice crisp and carrying the unmistakable tone of a professor concluding a point, "human reproduction is incomplete without the male reproductive organs." Her eyes locked onto the boy, who was still flushed and wide-eyed. "Remove your trousers," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. It wasn't a request; it was the next step in the lesson.

The boy froze for a heartbeat, his eyes darting between Heena’s expectant gaze and the girl beside him, who watched with a strange mixture of apprehension and intense curiosity. Slowly, shakily, he stood. His fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, then the button and zip of his blue trousers. The trousers slid down his hips, pooling around his ankles. He hesitated only a second before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushing them down too. He stood naked before them, his skin pale in the twilight, his flaccid penis resting against his thigh. He looked utterly vulnerable, exposed under the dual scrutiny of his professor and his companion.

"Sit on the desk," Heena directed. Her voice was calm, clinical. The boy obeyed, scrambling awkwardly onto the polished surface, his bare skin making a soft sound against the wood. He sat perched, legs dangling, his hands instinctively trying to cover himself before he forced them to rest on his knees. Heena approached him, her steps measured. She stopped directly in front of him, her gaze dropping pointedly. "Now," she stated, her finger lifting to indicate his exposed genitalia. Her voice was clear, precise. "Name the different parts. Starting here." Her fingertip hovered near the base of his flaccid penis. "The root." She moved upwards slightly. "The shaft." Her finger traced upwards again, stopping near the tip. "The glans." Her eyes lifted to meet his, demanding his full attention. "And these?" She gestured towards the loose sac beneath. The boy swallowed. "Scrotum," he whispered. "And... testes inside." His voice trembled. Heena nodded curtly. "Correct." Her gaze shifted to the girl, who was staring intently at the boy's exposed penis. "Notice," Heena began, her tone clinical yet charged, "how flaccid now." Her finger tapped the shaft lightly. "But this changes dramatically with arousal. Blood fills the erectile tissues." She leaned closer, her breath warm. Her thumb and forefinger grasped the loose foreskin near the tip. With practiced ease, she retracted it fully, exposing the smooth, pink glans beneath. The boy gasped, his body tensing. "See the corona?" Heena pointed to the ridge. "Highly sensitive."

She straightened, her eyes locking onto the girl's fascinated stare. "The most effective way to induce erection," Heena stated matter-of-factly, "is oral stimulation." Without preamble, she bent forward. Her lips parted, enveloping the flaccid head. She sucked firmly, creating a tight seal, her tongue swirling deliberately over the exposed glans. A low groan escaped the boy. His hips jerked involuntarily as warmth flooded the tissue, the shaft visibly thickening under her ministrations. Heena pulled back briefly, saliva glistening. "Deep, rhythmic suction," she instructed the air, her gaze fixed on the girl. "Gentle licks here..." Her tongue flicked the frenulum beneath the head. "...are crucial."
The girl’s lips were parted, her breathing shallow. She unconsciously licked her own lips, her eyes glued to Heena’s mouth working the now-half-erect penis. Heena released him with a soft pop. The penis stood partially engorged, glistening. "Your turn," Heena commanded the girl, her voice low. "Do exactly as I did. Focus on the head." She stepped aside. The girl hesitated only a second. Driven by a potent mix of curiosity and instruction, she slid off the bench and knelt before the boy. Her hands trembled as she grasped his shaft, still slick from Heena’s saliva. She leaned in, mimicking Heena’s motion, taking the swollen glans into her mouth. She sucked hard, experimentally, her tongue pressing against the sensitive ridge.

"Careful," Heena warned sharply, leaning over her shoulder. "No teeth. It's fragile tissue." She guided the girl’s head gently. "Softer suction... now use your tongue flatly." The girl adjusted, her movements becoming more confident. She sucked rhythmically, her tongue massaging the underside of the head as Heena had demonstrated. The boy’s breath hitched; his penis surged to full, rigid erection in her mouth, pulsing against her tongue. The girl’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden hardness filling her mouth, but she didn’t pull away. She kept sucking, her gaze flicking up to meet Heena’s watchful, approving eyes.

The Rohan's hips bucked involuntarily. "Outch!" he yelped. Priya froze instantly, pulling back with a wet gasp, her lips slick. "Professor, Priya’s... not doing it properly." He gestured toward his throbbing erection, a twinkle in his eyes, "Please..." His voice cracked with need. "...show her again?"

Heena’s gaze sharpened. She knelt beside Priya, her sari pooling around her. "Watch closely," she instructed, her voice low and deliberate. She grasped the base of his shaft firmly. Leaning in, she took the entire glans into her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal. Her tongue flattened against the frenulum, applying steady, rhythmic pressure. "Slow suction," she murmured around him, her voice vibrating against his sensitive skin. "Gentle... constant..." She pulled back slightly, swirling her tongue over the corona. "No sudden movements." She demonstrated again, her head bobbing slowly, deeply, her hand stroking the base in tandem. The boy groaned, his thighs trembling. "See?" Heena released him, saliva stringing between her lips and his glistening tip. "Rhythm and pressure. Not force."
Priya nodded, her eyes dark with intense focus. She leaned forward again, mimicking Heena’s exact motions – the slow, deep take, the flat-tongued massage, the rhythmic suction. Her movements were smoother now, more assured. The boy’s strained expression melted into pure relief. "Yes... like that..." he breathed, his head falling back. "Perfect." Priya’s confidence visibly grew. She increased her pace slightly, her hand mirroring Heena’s earlier stroke, working the shaft while her mouth focused relentlessly on the swollen head. A low, guttural moan escaped the boy, his fingers tangling in Priya’s hair as his hips pushed gently against her mouth. Heena watched, a satisfied, almost predatory gleam in her eyes. The classroom air thickened with the slick sounds of Priya’s efforts and the boy’s ragged breathing. Outside, twilight deepened into full night, the deserted college swallowed by shadows.

Heena’s gaze snapped to the boy’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth slack, his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. A deep, shuddering groan ripped from his throat. "He’s close," Heena murmured, her voice low and urgent, she nudged Priya aside. Priya pulled back, startled, her lips wet and glistening. Heena leaned in, taking the entire throbbing length deep into her mouth just as the boy’s hips jerked violently upwards. A choked cry tore from him. Heena’s head bobbed firmly, her throat working as she swallowed the first thick pulses. The boy shuddered, gasping, his body convulsing under the relentless suction. Priya watched, transfixed, as Heena held him deep, her cheeks hollowing, until the final tremors subsided.

Heena pulled back slowly, her lips releasing him with a soft, wet sound. She held her mouth closed for a moment, her expression utterly composed. Then, deliberately, she spat a thick, viscous stream of milky-white semen onto her open palm. She held it out towards Priya, her gaze sharp and instructive. "This," Heena stated, her voice crisp and clinical, cutting through the boy’s panting breaths, "is semen. The essential fluid. Contains millions of spermatozoa." The substance pooled in her palm, glistening faintly in the dim light filtering from the hallway. Priya stared, wide-eyed, fascination twisting her features. She leaned closer, her nose wrinkling slightly at the faint, musky scent.

Without hesitation, driven by a sudden, overwhelming curiosity, Priya dipped her head. Her tongue darted out, quick and tentative, licking the semen from Heena’s palm. She pulled back, her expression thoughtful, almost analytical. She swallowed. "Salty," Priya murmured, her voice hushed but clear. Her dark eyes met Heena’s, filled with a strange blend of scientific detachment and dawning understanding. "And... warm." She licked her lips thoughtfully, tasting the residue. The boy stared at them both, utterly spent and bewildered, his erection softening rapidly against his thigh. Heena watched Priya, a slow, approving smile spreading across her face. The lesson was far from over. 

"Let's take a small break," Heena announced.

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"Let's take a small break," Heena announced, her voice regaining its crisp professor tone despite the lingering intimacy. She gestured towards her metal water bottle resting on the nearby bench. "Priya, pass me that bottle." Priya scrambled to obey, handing it over. Heena unscrewed the cap and took a long, deliberate sip of vodka. The sharp burn cleared her head further, intensifying the boldness humming beneath her skin. Then, with startling fluidity, she hooked her fingers into her blouse, unbuttoned with efficient fingers and discarded. Finally, her bra, unhooked and dropped beside the rest. She stood completely nude in the dim classroom, the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin. Her body was a study in mature curves – full breasts tipped with dark, erect nipples, the soft swell of her belly, the dark triangle of pubic hair still glistening slightly from her earlier demonstration. She took another deep sip from the bottle, the liquid fire emboldening her. She held the bottle out to Priya. "Your turn. Sip."


Priya hesitated only a heartbeat before taking the bottle. She tipped it back, swallowing a large gulp, her eyes fixed on Heena’s naked form. She coughed slightly as the vodka burned her throat but handed the bottle back, her cheeks flushing anew. Heena took another sip herself, then placed the bottle carefully on the teacher’s desk. She turned fully to face them, utterly unselfconscious. "Now," Heena began, her voice low and resonant in the quiet room. She cupped her own breasts, lifting them slightly. "Although breasts are not strictly part of the human reproductive system," she stated, her tone shifting back to instructive precision, "they are a profoundly sensitive and vital part of the sexual experience." Her thumbs brushed deliberately over her own stiffened nipples, sending a visible shiver through her. "Nerve endings concentrate here. Stimulation triggers intense arousal." She paused, locking eyes with Priya, then shifting her gaze to the boy, who was staring, transfixed. "Come here. Both of you." She beckoned them closer with a slight tilt of her head. They obeyed, Priya stepping forward eagerly, Rohan shuffling awkwardly off the desk, still naked and unsure. Heena guided Priya to stand directly before her right breast, and positioned the boy before her left. "Suck," Heena commanded, her voice firm. "Gently. Use your tongues. Learn the sensitivity."

Priya leaned in immediately, her lips closing softly around Heena’s right nipple. Her tongue flicked experimentally against the hardened peak. Heena gasped softly, her head tilting back. "Yes... like that..." Simultaneously, the boy, driven by instruction and a dazed fascination, bent to her left breast. His mouth enveloped the nipple, his tongue swirling tentatively. The dual sensation – Priya’s eager suction, the boy’s hesitant exploration – sent sharp jolts of pleasure radiating through Heena’s body. She braced one hand against the desk behind her, the other tangling gently in Priya’s hair, guiding her rhythm. "Vary the pressure," she instructed, her voice thick with building arousal. "Gentle nibbles... flat licks..." Priya moaned softly against her breast, increasing her suction, her hands coming up to cradle Heena’s ribcage. Rohan gaining confidence, mirrored Priya’s movements, his tongue becoming more purposeful. Heena closed her eyes, surrendering to the exquisite sensation, the classroom dissolving into a haze of touch, warmth, and the sharp scent of vodka mingling with arousal. Priya pulled back abruptly, her breath ragged. Her dark eyes, glazed with desire and vodka, locked onto Heena’s. "Professor," she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency. "Can... can Rohan practice this on me?" Her hands moved to the hem of her own white shirt. Without waiting for a reply, she pulled it swiftly over her head, tossing it aside. clasping her white bra open, Her small, firm breasts bounced free, nipples already taut. She didn’t hesitate further. Her fingers found the clasp of her blue skirt, unhooked it, and let the fabric slide down her legs. She kicked it away, standing completely nude before them, her body trembling slightly in the cool air. Her gaze was fixed on Rohan, demanding.

Heena watched, a slow, approving smile spreading across her lips. She nodded once, sharply. "Yes. Demonstrate." Rohan, flushed but emboldened, scrambled to obey. He pulled his white shirt off, revealing a lean torso, then stepped out of his discarded blue trousers and boxers. Now all three stood naked in the dim classroom – Heena leaning against the desk, Priya facing her, trembling with anticipation, Rohan stepping towards Priya’s exposed form. The air crackled with raw, unspoken tension. Rohan paused before Priya, his eyes wide, taking in her nakedness. Priya arched her back slightly, presenting her small breasts. "Go on," Heena commanded softly from behind him. 

Rohan reached out tentatively, his hands hovering near Priya’s ribs before settling lightly on her waist. He leaned in slowly, his mouth closing over her right nipple. Priya gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, fingers digging in. Heena moved closer, observing critically. "Use your tongue more," she directed Rohan, her finger tracing the air near Priya’s other breast. "Flatten it... circle..." Rohan obeyed, his tongue swirling deliberately. Priya whimpered, her head falling back. "Now the other one," Heena instructed. Rohan shifted, his mouth capturing Priya’s left nipple, sucking firmly. Priya’s hips jerked forward instinctively, pressing against Rohan’s thigh. Heena watched their clumsy, earnest movements, the vodka humming in her veins, a predatory satisfaction warming her core. The lesson was becoming deliciously practical.

"Enough," Heena said abruptly, her voice slicing through Priya’s soft moans. Both students froze, looking at her. "Breasts are a gateway," Heena explained, stepping forward. Her gaze locked onto Priya’s flushed face. "But true arousal requires focus lower." She gestured towards the teacher’s desk. "Lie down, Priya. On your back. Spread your legs." Priya scrambled onto the worn wooden surface, her skin pale against the dark grain. She settled back, her legs falling open instinctively, exposing herself fully to the dim light – the dark curls, the glistening folds. Rohan stood beside the desk, transfixed. Heena positioned herself at Priya’s hip, her own nakedness forgotten in the intensity of instruction. "Watch closely, Rohan," she commanded. Her fingers parted Priya’s labia minora, exposing the small, swollen clitoris nestled beneath its hood. Priya shuddered visibly. Heena lowered her head. Her tongue, flat and deliberate, swept a long, firm stroke upwards, from Priya’s vaginal opening directly over her clitoris. Priya cried out, her back arching off the desk. 

"Slow, steady pressure," Heena murmured, her lips brushing Priya’s sensitive skin. She demonstrated again, her tongue moving in slow, rhythmic laps directly over the engorged nub. Priya’s thighs trembled, her hands fisting at her sides. Heena paused, lifting her head slightly. "See how she responds?" she asked Rohan, her voice low and intense. "Focus here." She tapped Priya’s clitoris lightly. "Ignore everything else initially." Priya whimpered, her hips lifting, seeking more contact. Heena obliged, bending again. This time, she sealed her lips around Priya’s clitoris and sucked gently, rhythmically, her tongue flicking the tip beneath the suction. Priya gasped, her legs falling wider, her entire body taut. "Sucking," Heena explained around Priya’s flesh, her voice vibrating against the sensitive nerve endings, "combined with tongue... creates intense sensation." She intensified the suction slightly. Priya cried out again, a sharp, ragged sound that echoed in the silent classroom. Rohan watched, mesmerized, his own arousal visibly hardening once more. Heena pulled back, her lips glistening. "Your turn, Rohan," she stated, stepping aside. "Show me you understand." Priya lay panting on the desk, her eyes dark pools of need, waiting.

Rohan hesitated only a second. Driven by primal instinct and Heena’s command, he dropped to his knees beside the desk. He leaned forward, burying his face between Priya’s thighs. His tongue darted out, mimicking Heena’s upward stroke, but it was rushed, clumsy, pressing too hard against Priya’s delicate flesh. Priya gasped, but this time it was edged with discomfort. "Ah! Too rough!" she protested, flinching slightly. Rohan pulled back instantly, confusion and panic flashing across his face. Heena sighed softly, a sound tinged with exasperation and vodka-fueled determination. "Watch," she commanded, nudging Rohan aside gently but firmly. She knelt beside him, her shoulder brushing his bare skin. Heena lowered her head once more. Her tongue returned to Priya’s clitoris, not with a stroke, but with slow, deliberate circles. Gentle, precise. She alternated circling with soft, flat licks directly over the peak. Priya’s discomfort melted instantly into a low moan, her hips lifting again. "Gentle," Heena murmured against Priya’s skin. "Constant stimulation. Build it gradually." She demonstrated the circling again, then the flat licks. Priya’s breathing hitched, her legs trembling. Heena glanced sideways at Rohan. "Now," she ordered, her voice thick with command. "Together. Copy my motion."

Rohan leaned in again, his head beside Heena’s. Tentatively, his tongue joined hers, mirroring the slow circles around Priya’s clitoris. Priya gasped sharply as the dual sensation hit her – Heena’s practiced expertise and Rohan’s earnest, now-controlled imitation. Their tongues moved in tandem, a wet, rhythmic dance that drew ragged moans from Priya’s throat. Her hips lifted off the desk, seeking more pressure, more friction. Heena guided Rohan subtly with low murmurs: "Slower... softer... yes, there." Priya’s fingers tangled in Rohan’s hair, holding him close as pleasure coiled tighter within her. suddenly, Heena pulled back. "Enough," she commanded, her voice rough with her own arousal. In one fluid motion, she gripped Priya’s waist and lifted her off the desk. Priya gasped, legs dangling, as Heena deposited her gently onto the floor. Without pause, Heena climbed onto the desk herself, lying back on the cool wood. She spread her legs wide, knees bent, feet planted firmly on the edge. Her vulva glistened openly in the dim light, fully exposed. 

"Now," she ordered, her gaze burning into both students. "Both of you. Show me what you’ve learned."
Priya didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her knees beside the desk, her eyes fixed on Heena’s wet folds. Rohan scrambled to join her on the other side. Together, they leaned in. Priya’s tongue flicked out first, a tentative lick along Heena’s inner labia. Rohan followed, mimicking Priya’s motion on the opposite side. Heena inhaled sharply, her back arching off the desk. "Deeper," she urged, her voice thick. Priya obeyed, her tongue delving into Heena’s entrance, tasting the tang of arousal. Rohan focused higher, swirling his tongue experimentally around Heena’s clitoris. A low groan escaped Heena’s lips. "Fingers," she gasped. "Inside... explore..." Priya’s hand slid between Heena’s thighs first. Her index finger pressed gently, then slid smoothly into Heena’s warmth, curling slightly. Rohan, emboldened, added a finger of his own beside Priya’s. They worked together, fingers probing deep while their tongues continued their relentless attention – Priya licking and sucking at Heena’s opening, Rohan maintaining steady pressure on her clitoris. Heena’s breathing became ragged, uneven. Her hips rocked against their mouths and hands, seeking friction, depth, release. The dual penetration, the wet heat of their tongues, the sheer intensity of being explored by both students shattered her control. A strangled cry tore from her throat as her body convulsed. Her back arched violently off the desk, thighs clamping around their heads as wave after wave of raw, shuddering pleasure ripped through her. Priya and Rohan pressed on, fingers buried deep, tongues working furiously until Heena collapsed back onto the wood, gasping, utterly spent.

Heena lay panting for a moment, the cool wood a stark contrast to the firestorm they’d ignited. Slowly, she pushed herself up onto her elbows, her gaze locking onto Rohan. His erection stood rigid once more, flushed and urgent. "Rohan," she commanded, her voice husky but firm. "Here. Now." She beckoned him closer with a curl of her finger. He scrambled to obey, standing beside the desk where she still lay sprawled. Without hesitation, Heena leaned forward, taking his swollen glans into her mouth. She sucked hard, deeply, her tongue swirling expertly over the sensitive ridge. Rohan groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the desk as she took him deeper, her throat working around him, pulling him towards release with ruthless efficiency. She pulled back just as his hips began to buck uncontrollably, leaving him throbbing and desperate. "Enough," she rasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes burned into his. 

"Now," she ordered, shifting her hips towards him. "Inside me. Show me you understand penetration." Rohan needed no further urging. He positioned himself between Heena’s spread thighs, his hands gripping her hips. With a grunt, he pushed forward. The head of his penis pressed firmly against Heena’s slick entrance, stretching her slightly before sliding deep in one smooth, powerful thrust. Heena gasped, her head falling back against the desk. Priya watched, transfixed, her fingers unconsciously tracing her own lips. Rohan began to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again, setting a deep, deliberate rhythm. Heena’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper still. Her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of being filled, the friction building anew within her core. Priya moved closer, her hand reaching out tentatively to stroke Heena’s breast, her thumb circling a hardened nipple. The classroom echoed with the slick sounds of their joining, Rohan’s ragged breaths, and Heena’s low moans. Outside, the deserted campus remained silent, holding its breath.

Priya’s gaze shifted from Heena’s face to her exposed vulva below Rohan’s thrusting hips. A sudden, fierce curiosity ignited in her eyes. With swift determination, she climbed onto the desk, straddling Heena’s shoulders. She lowered herself backwards, positioning her dripping wetness directly over Heena’s mouth. "Professor," Priya breathed, her voice thick with need. "Show me… again." Heena didn’t hesitate. Her tongue surged upwards, meeting Priya’s folds with practiced intensity. She licked a broad, firm stroke from Priya’s entrance straight to her clitoris. Priya cried out, her hips grinding instinctively against Heena’s mouth. At the same time, Priya’s own hand snaked down her body. Her fingers found Heena’s swollen clit, slick with arousal and Rohan’s thrusts. Priya began rubbing it firmly in tight, focused circles, her touch surprisingly adept. The dual assault was overwhelming. Heena moaned deeply against Priya’s flesh, her tongue working furiously – circling Priya’s clit, plunging shallowly into her entrance. 

Priya whimpered above her, her fingers maintaining relentless pressure on Heena’s clit. Rohan groaned, feeling Heena’s inner muscles clench around him as Priya stimulated her. He leaned forward, bracing himself over Heena’s body. His thrusts became harder, faster, driving into her with increasing urgency. Priya arched her back, pressing herself harder onto Heena’s mouth, her cries mingling with Heena’s muffled moans. The desk creaked beneath their combined weight and movement.

Driven by a sudden impulse, Rohan pulled his hips back slightly. He leaned down further, his mouth finding Priya’s. He kissed her deeply, passionately, tasting her breath mingled with the faint tang of vodka. Priya kissed him back fiercely, her fingers never ceasing their work on Heena’s clit. Then, just as abruptly, Rohan broke the kiss. He dipped his head lower, his tongue darting out to lick roughly across Heena’s clitoris and Priya’s fingers simultaneously. Priya gasped at the unexpected sensation. Rohan lifted his head, grinning fiercely, before plunging his tongue deep into Priya’s mouth once more. He tasted Heena’s arousal on Priya’s lips. Then, pulling back, he returned his focus ruthlessly to Heena’s clit, his tongue joining Priya’s fingers in a wet, swirling assault. His hips snapped forward again, burying himself fully inside Heena. Priya cried out, grinding down onto Heena’s face, her own climax building under the relentless licking. Heena’s body bucked wildly, pinned between Rohan’s pounding hips and Priya’s skilled fingers and demanding mouth, hurtling towards a shattering peak.

Priya came first. A sharp, keening cry tore from her throat as her body locked rigid above Heena. Her thighs clamped around Heena’s head as a sudden gush of warm fluid flooded Heena’s mouth and chin. Priya shuddered violently, her hips jerking uncontrollably. Heena drank instinctively, swallowing the salty-sweet essence as it flowed, her tongue lapping eagerly at Priya’s trembling flesh. Priya slumped forward, gasping, her fingers finally stilling on Heena’s clit. Rohan’s thrusts became frantic, piston-like, driving into Heena’s depths with brutal force. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room. The sudden cessation of Priya’s touch on her clit was instantly replaced by the overwhelming sensation of Rohan’s relentless pounding deep inside her. Heena’s back arched impossibly high off the desk. A raw, guttural moan ripped from her throat as her orgasm detonated, a blinding wave of pleasure that clenched her inner muscles like a vice around Rohan’s thrusting cock. Her vision whited out. Rohan gasped, feeling Heena’s powerful contractions milking him. 

"Professor!" he groaned, his voice thick with strain. He slammed into her one final, deep time, burying himself to the hilt. His body stiffened, a choked cry escaping him as his own release surged. Hot pulses of semen flooded deep within Heena’s convulsing channel, mixing with her own fluids. He held himself there, shuddering, as the last tremors of his climax subsided. Priya slid sideways off Heena’s shoulders, collapsing onto the desk beside her, spent and trembling. Rohan slowly withdrew, his softening penis glistening wetly. He slumped back onto his knees beside the desk, breathing heavily. Heena lay utterly still, her chest heaving, her body slick with sweat, Priya’s juices, and Rohan’s seed. The air hung thick with the musky scent of sex and vodka. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the college’s night lights. The silence felt profound, charged. Heena pushed herself up onto her elbows, surveying her students. Priya lay curled beside her, eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips. Rohan knelt on the floor, head bowed, looking utterly drained but strangely serene. A slow, satisfied smile spread across Heena’s face. "Remarkable," she murmured, her voice raspy but warm. "Both of you. You absorbed the practical application far faster than most undergraduates." She shifted, swinging her legs over the edge of the desk. Her gaze drifted down her own body, lingering on the sticky mess glistening between her thighs – Rohan’s semen mingled with her own arousal. She spotted her discarded panties nearby, tangled with her sari. Leaning down, she plucked them up. With clinical efficiency, she used the soft cotton to wipe herself clean, the intimate gesture strangely matter-of-fact in the aftermath. She tossed the soiled garment aside.

Standing, Heena stepped towards her students. She cupped Priya’s flushed cheek gently, then turned to Rohan, tilting his chin up. She leaned down, pressing a firm, lingering kiss first to Priya, tasting salt and sweat, then to Rohan. "Get dressed," she instructed softly, her tone shifting back towards her professor’s cadence, though softened by exhaustion and lingering satisfaction. They moved slowly, gathering scattered clothes. Priya helped Rohan find his crumpled shirt; Rohan handed Priya her skirt, his fingers brushing hers. As they dressed, their movements clumsy but cooperative, Priya glanced at Heena, who was pulling her blouse back on. "Professor Heena?" Priya’s voice was tentative but clear. "That... that was incredible. Your teaching method... it’s unlike anything." Rohan nodded vigorously, buttoning his trousers. 

"Yeah, Professor. Seriously. Best... lesson ever." Priya stepped closer to Heena, her eyes wide and earnest. "Could we... have another special class? Soon? With Rohan?" She hesitated, a blush creeping up her neck. "Next time... could I... be part of the penetration practical? Not just watching?" She gestured vaguely towards Heena’s covered lap. Rohan’s head snapped up, his eyes widening with sudden, hopeful intensity, fixed on Heena’s face. Heena paused in fastening her sari, meeting Priya’s eager gaze. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips, warm and approving. She glanced at Rohan’s hopeful expression, then back at Priya. "Of course," she said simply, her voice smooth and confident. "Practical application requires repetition for mastery. Consider it scheduled." Priya beamed, excitement flooding her features. Rohan grinned, a flash of pure, boyish delight breaking through his fatigue. Heena finished dbanging her sari, the crisp folds falling back into place, the only hint of the night's extraordinary less classroom on the faint scent of musk lingering in the cool air. 


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