Incest Seeds of Sin

[Sengolan]

THE EVIL TEACHER

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sterile white rectangles across the empty desks. Gayathri's fingers trembled as she traced the edge of a textbook left behind—*Principles of Microeconomics*—before pushing it aside with a deliberate scbang. "Anna," she murmured, her voice catching on the honorific like it was something stolen, "teach me something." The last word dipped into a whisper as she sank to her knees, her pleated skirt fanning out around her thighs like petals.


Ravi's grip on the chalkboard ledge tightened. Through the wire-mesh windows, he could see students crossing the quadrangle, oblivious. Gayathri's fingers worked his belt buckle with clumsy urgency, her breath hitching when the leather finally gave way. "Careful," he warned, but his voice was rougher than intended. The zipper's rasp seemed deafening in the quiet room.


Her tongue darted out to wet her lips—that same nervous tic from the mango juice incident—before she took him into her mouth with a soft, shuddering gasp. The contrast was obscene: her crisp college uniform, the way her braid slid over one shoulder like a collegegirl's, and the wet heat of her mouth working him deeper. A drop of sweat traced down Ravi's temple as she hollowed her cheeks, her moan vibrating around him. "Fuck—*Gayu*—"


She pulled back just enough to glance up through her lashes, her lips slick and swollen. "Am I doing it right, anna?" The innocence in her voice was undercut by the way her fingers dug into his thighs, urging him deeper. When he groaned, her smile turned wicked. She swirled her tongue around the head, her free hand sliding up to palm herself through her white blouse. "See? I'm... *mmph*... a fast learner."


The desk chair screeched as Ravi suddenly yanked it forward, trapping her between his legs and the wooden edge. Gayathri's surprised yelp dissolved into a moan when he fisted a hand in her braid, guiding her movements with firm tugs. "Open," he ordered, and when she obeyed, he thrust shallowly into that wet heat, watching her throat work. Her nails scbangd his knees as she struggled to take more, tears beading at the corners of her eyes.


A textbook thudded to the floor as Ravi swept the desk clear with his free arm. The sound of pencils scattering made Gayathri flinch, but he used her momentary distraction to haul her up by the hips, her pleated skirt rucking up around her waist. "You wanted a lesson?" He nipped at her earlobe, relishing her shiver. "Let's see if you can take me better than last time."


Her panties were already damp when he shoved them aside, the lace tearing at the seam. Gayathri gasped as he lifted her onto the desk, her back arching when the cold surface hit her bare skin. "The door—"


"Locked it when we came in." Ravi spread her thighs wider, his thumb circling her clit in lazy strokes. "Unless you want to stop?"