Today, 10:42 AM
"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.
--- THE END ---
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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