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The Slut College Teacher Ch. 01

By: shanti2010



Shanti squirmed nervously as she sat in her high-backed wooden chair. The faces of the bored students told her they didn't know what was making her so nervous.

If they'd known she had a 19 year old student in the Graduation class with his tongue eagerly lapping up and down the inside of her thigh and pushing toward her gooey cunt, they would have been far more attentive.

She is very lovely, in the full bloom of youth. She is very sexy. Slender and dusky, she has an elegant face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect teeth, a lovely smile and dark, elongated, *kajal*-rimmed eyes. 

Her mouth is sexy with a slender upper lip, the lower full and straight. The chin and jaw are beautifully sculpted and firm. 

Her shoulder length hair is dark and silky smooth, held by a plain cotton ring. She wears small diamond earrings, finger-rings and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around her long and graceful neck. 

There are sexy hollows in her throat and shoulders. Her body is stunningly curved. Her breasts are full and ripe, tipped with dark aureoles and stubby nipples. 

Her belly is firm and flat, her hips are flared, and her buttocks are delectable curves. Her limbs are slender and well-turned with shapely legs and slender ankles and wrists. Her fingers and toes are long and well-shaped. Between her legs, the dark delta of her pubic hair is neatly trimmed but they didn't know that Vijay, their classmate, was under their history teacher's desk. 

They didn't know she had her petticoat hiked up around her waist. And they definitely didn't know what she was feeling at that instant as the youngman's tongue drove mercilessly into her juicy cunt.

"Uh, and who, uh, ummmm, who can t-tell me wh-when the Panipat 2nd war happen?" she stammered.

It was getting harder and harder for her to keep talking. 

The words jumbled together the closer that lapping tongue came to her hot little pussy.

"Uh, 1789?" came a faint voice from the back of the room.

Shanti Rangaswamy couldn't even' concentrate. The date may have been right or it could have been wildly wrong. All she cared about was getting tongue fucked.

"Good. Now, class, r-read the next chapter wh-while I correct your tests from yesterday." She heard a faint snicker from under her desk. Vijay was enjoying the feeling of power he had over her. She didn't dare call him on it. The humiliation of being found with the youngman under her petticoat and licking her twat would be too much.

She would also get her ass fired so quick she wouldn't know what happened for a solid week.

Leaning back in the desk chair and straightening her legs, she was able to give the pussy-eating student a better shot at her cunt. His rough, wet, pink tongue slurped up the tiny flood of her cunt juices. Nearer and nearer he came to her pussy lips. As his tongue brushed against the blood-engorged cunt lips, she came.

It wasn't a fireworks-flashing and heavens crashing come. It was simply a sharp intake of her breath and warmth flooding her entire body. She felt her tits pressing hotly against the confines of her bra. For the millionth time she wished she wasn't wearing it. The cloth chafed and rubbed her tender tits until she wanted to scream.

But, of course, that was out of the question. Teachers didn't scream for no apparent reason in the middle of class.

His tongue slipped under one of the quivering flaps of her mint lips and probed into her cunt hole. She shivered in reaction. Hot and cold surges raced up her spine. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from yelling out something obscene like, "Tongue-fuck me, Vijay darling. I want to feel that wet tongue of yours drilling deep into my poor little cunt!" No matter how much she wanted to cry out those words, they were forbidden to her. And her student knew it. He enjoyed putting her in spots like this. Never before had he actually eaten her out in public like this, but he had pinched her ass, run his hand up under her petticoat and Vijay other things that would normally have gotten him expelled.

But Shanti Rangaswamy didn't dare turn her young student in for disciplinary action. Not when she and Vijay had been fucking since the beginning of College. She couldn't really remember how it had started. She had gone to a College fest with a friend. Before they had gotten out of his car, they'd shared a joint.

The pungent fumes of the dope had muddied her brain. Somehow, she'd been separated from her date, or he'd left her for another woman. Vijay had been on hand and more than willing to give his history teacher a helping hand.

Maybe she'd made the play for him. Maybe he'd seen the opportunity and taken it. It didn't matter. They'd fucked like rabbits under the shamiana in one of the stalls of the Fest. Long after the Fest was over and done, they were down there fucking. When she wore him out, he'd eat her pussy until she came.

By then, he'd have his erection back. The man was a tireless sex fiend. He could fuck all night long and often did.

Since that time, he had been after her constantly. She felt the lion bonds of his trap perfectly. Anything a nineteen-year-old horny youngman did was just fine. A respectable history teacher at Walter Williams Memorial High . College couldn't afford the slightest hint of scandal.

Someone might actually find out why she'd been asked to oh-so-quietly leave the city's other high College. Shanti Rangaswamy was over-sexed. She couldn't handle herself when the chance for a good fuck came along. She'd been caught fucking the football coach at Anna High College just after a game in the College's locker room...

If a couple of the students hadn't seen them, everything would have been cool. But it wasn't. She was forced to take a job at Williams High and Vic had left town in shame.

She abandoned herself to the sensual feelings assaulting her body. His tongue probed deeply into her cunt. Then he began tongue-fucking her with more force than she would have believed possible. His tongue might have been a prick and it was so hard and long.

Swirling in her cunt hole like a tornado, he sucked up all the flowing love juices from her twat. His lips pressed firmly against hers as his tongue tried desperately to dig all the way up into her steamy, humid little twat.

As his soft lips caressed her cut, she came again. The teacher was aware she was sweating profusely now. In the airy autumn weather, there was no explanation for it-except sex. And as hip as her students were, it wouldn't take them long to figure out why she was gasping like a fish out of water and twitching around on her chair like it was electrified.

Luckily for the teacher, the bell rang ending class. She was limp as a dish rag and feeling the full effects of the youngman's tongue working all over her snatch.

"Remember your homework is due tomorrow, she said in a shaky voice. "Dismissed!" They shot out of the classroom like a rocket sled on rails. In less than a minute., the Loom was empty. Empty except for her and the man avidly sucking on her clit.

"C-come on up, Vijay," she said to the youngman crouching under her desk. It took a few seconds. for him to unbend his long, gangly legs. His flame red hair seemed to reflect lines of gold she had never noticed before.

He smiled broadly. "Didn't ,you' like me sucking on your little cunt?" "You shouldn't have done it. You could have gotten us both into a shitload of trouble!" she flared.

"Shitload? Tch-tch, such language and from a teacher, too and don't hand me any of that skit that you didn't like the feel of my tongue up your cunt or my lips all over your pussy lips." He was smug and self-assured. And the gleam from around his lips was definitely the remains of her cunt juice that he'd failed to lap up. 

She shuddered as she looked at him. She'd created ~a monster in a moment of doped-up indiscretion, How could she get rid of him? 

"Let's do something a bit more satisfying," he said. "Hop up on your desk and spread. Those lovely legs of yours. I think I want to bury my pecker in that gooey cunt of yours." "Now look, Vijay) this has gone far enough!" 

"The hell it has, doll. It's just starting. I mean, gosh, Miss Rangaswamy, you and me and, the principal and maybe the PTA and all those busybodies all the time talking about teacher student sex on college campus... think of the field day the newspapers would have if they found out one of their high teachers was actually seducing one of her pupils." 

She looked him square in the eye and decided he wasn't bluffing. He'd go straight to the newspapers with his story if she didn't let him fuck her. There wasn't any way she could avoid doing what he commanded. With society the way it was these days, they'd never believe her. And Vijay could make up such a lurid account everyone would want to believe it was true.

He could tell them about wild orgies that never happened, how she had virtually raped him, how she fucked various men while forcing him to watch, how she did all manner of perverted things! "Okay, Vijay. This is the last time, though No more after this quickie," she said, not really believing it and If he could force her to fuck this time, he could do it again and again. She was his sex slave.

Sex slave to a nineteen-year-old satyr! She hopped up onto her desk and dangled her long, slender brown legs over the side. She felt his saliva drying on the insides of her thighs. She opened her legs a little to let the cool, crisp air from the opened window flutter in. As it caressed her crotch, she shivered.

It wouldn't be that bad, letting the youngman fuck her. He was one hell of a cocksman. He knew all the moves. And in a few years, he'd be the finest stud she'd ever had. All it took was practice and she was certainly giving him all that and more.

"God; I can never get over how damned good' you look!" he said, the words whistling through his teeth.

His eyes raked her tender body. She was twenty-nine and lush. That was the only word for it: lush. Her tits were more than any man's mouth could hold. And it would take someone with huge hands to even encircle those succulent mountains of tit flesh.

He wished she wasn't wearing that goddamned bra. He liked to see her nipples poking hard and mushroom-like against her blouse. That way, when he opened the blouse to spill out the tasty melons of flesh, the nipples would drag and rub against the cloth, making her even hotter.

But those twin mounds of boob were hardly all that pulled him like iron to a magnet. She had a trim waist, no trace of flab at all. He could almost circle her waist using both his hands. And if he did, all he would find would be vibrant, all-alive, all-loving woman.

But it was her ass so sexily perched on the edge of the desk that turned him on the most. He loved the womanly flare of the woman's behind. He could fuck her thinking about that soft, springy cushion and really get his rocks off.

Reaching out, he grabbed one of her ankles in each of his hands. Lifting, he moved quickly between her wide-spread legs. His cock was hammering hard and long and needy. He had to get into that yearning, juicy cunt and fast or he'd certainly blow his wad.

"Get that petticoat up high," he commanded.

She obeyed. He had already removed her panties so when she hiked the sari and petticoat up to her waist, all he saw was the gleaming gash of her cunt. The raven black fur surrounding her cunt hole was glitter with her excited cunt sauce.

"God, you got a beautiful snatch," he said, licking his lips. His hands shook just a little as he pulled her legs in to his sides. He loved the way the soft, smooth flesh rubbed against his body. If he couldn't get her totally bare-ass naked in a bed to fuck, this was just about as good.

She shuddered as his hands moved up her legs. The satiny skin flowed under his grip until he was cupping the swells of her ass cheeks. She groaned once, then opened her eyes and looked between his legs. His prick was jutting out of his pants, an ugly red.

He was ready to fuck.

And she was ready for him.

"Hurry,, damn you, hurry!" she urged.

Her body was shaking with need. She had to feel his long, hard prick fucking her. The hollow feeling inside her cunt had grown until it threatened to devour her. The eating out he'd given her had only ignited the fires of lust in her body. Nothing less than an all-out fucking would possibly quench her raging desires now, "So you're hot for my cock, huh?" he said. "Okay, teacher, let me give it to you! Balls deep!" He rammed forward. And his aim was accurate. 

He split her pussy lips with the turgid head of his cock and then dived deep into the humid channel of her cunt. They gasped in unison as his purple headed cock vanished from sight in her snatch.

She lifted her ass a little off the desk. She tried> to shove her body down hard around his impossibly long prick. He wasn't thick but his cock was long-very long.

She shuddered again and closed her eyes. She concentrated on the way her body was reacting to this brutal fucking.

There was no skill in the way he simply shoved his prick into her steamy hot twat. He didn't tease or torment her with the blunted end of his cock before penetrating her softly yielding body. There were no words of endearment; he didn't say he loved her. Why should he lie? Both of them knew this was pure physical sex. - They were fucking because they were both homier than hell. And it felt good having his prick buried all the way up her cunt. There was nothing elaborate about motives. It felt good.

"Go on, dammit, go on! Move! I want to feel that fuckin' cock of yours moving inside me!" She hated it when he laughed at her, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. He was calling the shots. Even though she was the teacher and he was her student, he was the one who was in control. The way he was blackmailing her made her cringe with shame. It shouldn't happen to a dog, yet it was definitely happening to her.

But what sweet torture! His cock was pulsing and bucking like a racehorse ready to be loaded into a starting gate. She imagined she could even feel the contours of his long prick. The thick blue vein on top of his cock throbbed with lust every time his heartbeat.

And the folds of skin all along his prick slowly vanished as his lust mounted. The more he desired her, the more her steaming hot cant worked its magic on his prick, the less loose skin there was. Soon, the skin was stretched along his cock as taut as the head of a drum.

The woman felt the sexual tensions building in her belly. The single swift entry all the way up into her twat had taken her breath away. Now she supported her weight on her hands, body rocked back, legs locked around the youngman's body as if she were afraid he might escape.

There wasn't any chance that would happen. He wanted to fuck her as badly as she wanted him to.

"Shit, you got the hottest cunt ever and even hotter than that slut of a head girl Nutan!" The teacher didn't like him comparing her to the one cheerleader who would put out for any of the guys who asked. She remembered hearing about a wild party where Nancy had pulled a train twelve guys long-and then asked for more. Finally, the entire basketball team had gang-raped her. And she was still horny and hot for more cock.

Then all such thoughts were driven from her mind. He began fucking her with long, deep motions of his hips. His prick slipped back down her well-greased cunt until just the glance of his prick split her turgid pussy lips. The pink flaps were trembling like leaves in the wind. Then he slowly stuffed his prick back into her juiced-up silt.

"Faster, oh, ummmm, oh your cock! It's so looooong! But fuck me! Fuck my poor little cunny! I want to feel you moving inside me!" "Wanna get fucked, huh? Want it bad?" he demanded.

"Stop playing with me! Fuck me good! Your cock is so nice in me. It fills me up. I... I'm going mad! Fuck me!" "Sounds like you want this!" He punctuated his last word with a sharp inward movement of his hips. He ground his bush into the woman's. Her cunt juices trickled out around the thick plug of his prick and then trickled down across his balls. He didn't laugh. But it did feel damned good for him.

She was hot. She was juicy. And she was homier than hell-and for him! A teenaged stud in one of this mature woman's classes and he was balling her like any college guy could, maybe better. The feeling of power he had over her increased.

There was a bit of scorn for the woman, just a bit, but there was also a large measure of desire. Her cunt gripped his prick like it would never let him go free.

He pulled back, breaking her death's grip on his cock. When only the tip of his throbbing cock remained inside her cunt again, he paused. Sweat ran down his face and got into his eyes. He had to brush it away. He wanted to see every little thing as he fucked this willing, completely wanton College teacher.

She was biting down on her lower lip again with enough force to bring blood. The tiny river of red dribbling down her cheek was going totally unnoticed. She was too wrapped up in the cock driving hard into her cunt. That was her universe. Everything revolved around that axis of hard manmeat.

Her eyes were screwed tightly closed so he couldn't see the piercing green of her irises. The wild strands of her black hair flew in all directions, as wanton as she was. She held the hem of her petticoat up so that he could get a clear view of the cunt he was so avidly fucking.

The brownish-pink scalloped, inner pussy lips poked out and lewdly kissed his cock. The red pillar of his prick drove relentlessly in and out of her cunt mouth. The juices leaking from her snatch lubricated his cock to the point where he felt almost no friction as his prick rubbed sensuously against her cunt walls.

But if he didn't feel the friction then, that didn't mean he wasn't getting a large charge out of the flicking. The sight of him bringing the woman to such a state of arousal and was enough to keep him hard. But the real thrill was feeling that clinging soft cunt grabbing feverishly at his cock.

If he'd flicked into a slot lined with velvet he couldn't have found a silkier feeling berth. And the heat boiling from her cunt threatened to melt him down.

"Here it comes!" he grunted and then his hips exploded in a wild frenzy of fucking.

He was tireless as he drove his prick into her tight little pussy. She sucked his prick in with a violence that left him gasping for air but, he never slackened his pace. His prick flew like lightning in and out of her gooey twat.

She was coming totally alive now. His cock was touching even her most deeply buried nerves. She was letting him have his will with her. The way he fucked her took her breath away.

The warmth spread throughout her loins. As his prick continued fucking furiously into her, the cunt juices burned away and she felt his naked cock against the trembling walls of her cunt. She tightened her stomach muscles and really clamped down hard on his buried cock.

He grunted and she came. The completely filled feeling assaulted her totally. She lifted her ass up off the desk again and tried humping herself to get even more of his delicious prick into her needy cunt.

Twisting and turning, she shoved herself down into his groin. His cock fucked even deeper into her softly held cunt. The warmth turned into a small fire. The tiny blaze burst into a blinding explosion that shook her teeth together hard.

She came.

Her words had long since become incoherent. 

She cut loose with a long, heartfelt,"AAAAAieeeeeee!" that rattled the windows in the room. She no longer cared if anyone saw them, heard them. Her emotions were running away with her now.

"God, not so fucking loud!" he whispered. "If someone sees us...


The Slut College Teacher Ch. 01



But she - wasn't listening to him. She was listening to the call of her cunt. It was blazing bright now with lust. His cock was stoking the woman's repressed passions until she could cut loose and be free.

As he continued to fuck her, she came again. Her clit brushed against his sweat-soggy bush. This small stimulation was all it took for her passions to break free again.

She began to feel like a machine gun. She came and came and came. His prick filled her; she came. His pubic hair lightly touched her aroused cut; she came harder.

"More, oh sweet Jesus, let me have mooooooore!" Then she felt the hot surge of his jism as it splattered into her cunt. She tensed her cunt muscles again to drink in every precious drop of the man's cum. He groaned and rocked back and forth and tried to really fuck the living hell out of her.

She took his prick all the way up her cunt and then she milked his prick entirely dry of all its lead-heavy cum.

When his cock fell, limp as a worm, from her twat, he sighed. Wiping the sweat out of his eyes, he told her. "You're one hell of a lay. I wish I could fuck you some more but enough is enough and for now." tucking his prick into his jeans, he turned and left her sitting on the desk. He said nothing as he slammed the door behind him.

Shanti looked down between her well-fucked legs. Her cunt lips were slightly open. Oozing from her cunt was a steady stream of his jism and sperm. 

She seemed shocked. She sat there and watched the sticky jism puddle on her desk. 

It all seemed unreal to her.



The Slut College Teacher Ch. 02



Shanti Rangaswamy slowly straightened her skin, tried to smooth the wrinkles in her blouse and failed, then stood. She almost fell. 

Her legs were still weak and rubbery from the fantastic fucking that her young student had given her, she draped the sari around managed the petticoat somehow and moved out of the room.

She hated herself for being so weak. It might - have been reaction from coming so many times. She doubted it. Shanti knew that she should never have allowed Vijay to get such a hold over her.

She sighed and picked up her purse. Gathering together a pile of books and notes, she made her way down to the teachers' lounge. 

She desperately wanted to be alone and get her head straight on what was happening to her. At the same time, she wanted to be able to talk all this out.

Shanti wasn't sure if she was happy or not to see Ramya Jayaram, one of the foreign language teachers. The woman was sitting and grading papers from a test she'd given the period before. 

Both she and Shanti had the fifth period free for conferences. Mostly the two of them sat around wishing they could get a nice idli vada sambar rather than facing their sixth period classes.

"About done here," said Ramya. "Let's you and me run away together. I think it'd be nice to go to Sukh Sagar. I just finished teaching my class all about how lovely it is there. What say we get away from this rat race?" "Mataash gudda na rani," was all Shanti said..

"Oh, so the history teacher starts learning naughty words in Telugu, huh? You look pretty down in the dumps. What happened?" Shanti hesitated. 

She didn't know if she should tell the other teacher or not. Yet, there was something sympathetic about the other woman. 

She had those features which prevented her from ever being called a beauty, but they were soft and friendly. Her very attitude made Shanti know she could trust.. Ramya with anything she had to say.

And she told her. It all came gushing out in a steady stream of words lasting close to ten minutes, "so that's where I'm at right now. I'm so damned confused I Don't know what the fuck to do." Shanti blurted.

Ramya shook her head. "I see your problem. I, well, I've had some experience in these things, you know." "No, I didn't. You mean you've fooled around with the college youngmen, too." 

"Hell, I don't know of a teacher in this College that hasn't fucked a well-hung young stud or a sweet young thing, goes with the job. See a nice ass and presto! You're in trouble if anyone finds out. I fuck my neighbor friend's 20 year son regularly - he likes especially when I am back after a day at college and complete drenched sweat between the legs - I just lie down and he disrobes me - tears my panties and cleans my cunt and ass with his long tongue - all the dirt muck and sweat and juices - and in return gives me his dirty prick for a cone lick up and down till he comes before it hardens again for a direct ass fuck His mother is now suspicious - he is away for hours as soon as I return and came to my house couple of times, I opened the door in a dishelmed state, she is rock sure I am fucking her son- depraved mind - but that is the truth.." and she winked at Shanti who looked at the other teacher in disbelief.

She thought this sort of thing was an isolated case, that she was almost unique. Now Ramya was telling her almost all of the teachers fucked around with their students. And she'd been kicked out of earlier High College for balling the coach.

And most of the people passing judgment on her were probably screwing the pants off a dozen College students! She felt better and told Ramya.

"It's nothing. But this little creep blackmailing you is going to be a hassle to get rid of. I Don't know right off the top of my head what to do about that. 

Mostly, they want it, sure, but they're embarrassed to tell even their friends." "Or if they do, their friends think they're lying."

"Yeah, the old 'one-upmanship' power trip. 'I fucked the foxiest chick in College' is answered by 'Oh, yeah! I fucked her and her sister!' I've heard those young studs talking. Hell, I remember how they -were when I was in College. You probably do, too. You're not that much older than I am." For the first time, 

Shanti looked closely at her friend. Although there was an air of self-assurance about Ramya, it had never dawned on the woman that she wasn't at least as old. Ramya could have been two or maybe even three years younger than Shanti.

"Twenty-six," supplied the Mallu slut. "And damned sexy for all that, too," she said proudly.

Shanti had to smile. The woman was right. She was one hell of a looker. 

The tits weren't anywhere near as large as own so but then few were. Her entire body was petite, good enough and almost fragile looking. But that didn't detract at all.

"I get around," said Ramya, moving a little closer to Shanti. "You look like you can use a friendly hand right now, Am I right?" Her hand resAdi lightly on the woman's bare leg. The touch was like an electric shock. Shanti didn't know what to make of it. She couldn't move away and tell Ramya to leave her alone. She wanted the assurance this woman could give.

But that hand was sliding slowly up her leg and that was something new in her experience. What was it Ramya wanted from her?

As if the answer was squeezed from the harlot's lips, Ramya said, "You just relax Shanti darling and let me show you what it's like." 

As her slender fingers found the other teacher's bare twat, she shuddered. The woman felt her fingers stroking feather-light all over her pussy lips. When the feminine finger curled around her erect clit, she moaned softly and said, "No no! This is too much, I like it done it with Chitra many times but now Don't!" Shanti quipped slyly.

"Don't worry about it," Ramya quietly replied.

Then Ramya bent over and kissed Shanti square on the lips. The hand had shaken her a lot. 

More than she wanted to admit, the kiss was even more startling. She parted her lips half to protest and half because she was surprised. She was even more surprised when the other woman's tongue came surging into her mouth. 

The feverish tongue stroked and caressed hers until she was gasping in passion.

This couldn't be happening to her. She couldn't get hot and bothered by another woman. But she was. 

Ramya was turning her on. She was actually getting hot from another woman kissing her-and fondling her snatch. She broke off the kiss and said, "'What's happening? I Don't understand any of this. Why are you doing this to me!" Shanti feigned.

"Don't you like it?" Her hand crept across her pussy lips. 

The little tingles spread like wildfire all through her crotch. Ramya was not giving up.

She was gushing out her cunt juices now. In another minute, she'd be begging this woman to finger fuck her.

"NO!" "I think you do. Admit it to yourself if not to me." Shanti squirmed uncomfortably, but she couldn't force herself to move away from the woman's questing hand. Before she knew it, that hand was pressing firmly into the bulge of her pussy mound.

"Hmmmm you Don't have any panties!" Shanti didn't answer. 

She couldn't tell the woman that Vijay had taken them. To do what with them; she couldn't say, but it was no doubt something totally obscene.

"And you're juicy! All for me?"

"Y-you shouldn't be doing this. It's not right!"

"Why not? Doesn't it feel good when I do this? and this?" Her agile fingers stroked over the woman's erect clit. 

A bolt of sheer delight lanced into her body, she moaned softly and slipped down a little in the chair. 

The fingers worked their magic spell on her. 

She wanted to protest, to say this was wrong. She couldn't do it. The words were killed deep in her throat.

She allowed the pleasure to wash through her body like water. It was a soft and warm sensation and that was quickly replaced by a more urgent need as the other teacher began finger fucking her cunt.

"No, ohhhhh, no, don't! It.. . it's too goooood!" Shanti was enjoying it and Ramya smiled and dropped to her knees. "I think you'll like this even more.

Her mouth fastened on the other woman's cunt. 

The soft lips pressed into blood-engorged cunt lips. The rough wet tongue began licking and lapping all over the length of her gash. The thick juices oozing from her cunt were sucked up and savored noisily.

But she didn't stop there. Her tongue lashed out and beat hard against the tiny pillar of erect clit. Each time that driving tongue smashed down, a new sense of need rushed into Shanti's cunt. She felt herself growing weaker. 

No longer could she protest.

She didn't even want to! She was enjoying this tongue lashing too much.

"Ummm, you taste good!" exclaimed Ramya, looking up at the woman. Her lips were gleaming with cunt juice and there was a wicked gleam in her eye. She had more than simply eating a pussy on her mind.

"Don't stop," begged Shanti. "Not now, not when you've got me turned on so goddamned much!" 

"You're going to have to earn it." Ramya acrobatically upended herself, allowing her skid to drop over her head. But this exposed her panties to the other woman's mouth-her panties and her already wet snatch.

"You want me to ... to do the same for you?"

Shanti asked, uncertain if she should or not.

"Do it, dammit! And now! Before someone comes in and finds us!" That thought had never entered Shanti's head. Any of the other teachers could come in and find them eating out each other's pussies. 

That would get her fired for sure.

The sight of the other woman's pussy, its nearness, the aromatic and lusty odor, all combined to rob her of her common sense. 

So what if she were caught? 

This was the opportunity of a lifetime! 

She wasn't going to let it go! She skinned down the panties enough to expose the harlot's flowing gash. The pussy lips were already pink with blood and throbbing hard. 

She immediately stuffed her face into the vee of the woman's legs.

The taste assailed her lips, tongue, nostrils. She couldn't get enough of the other woman's cunt sauce. She lapped and licked and then thrust her tongue, cock-hard, into the gaping cunt.

She felt the other woman return the favor. Tongues in both their cunts, they began rapidly fluttering around in the velvet hung passages. Shanti was almost sobbing from reaction. 

She could barely contain herself. Wanting to scream and not knowing if it would attract attention made her shove her face even more forcefully into the woman's crotch.

The acid tang of the cunt juice spurred her on.

Tongue lashing out, she searched for and sought out all the right nerves. She made certain the other woman was getting the eating out of her young life and there wasn't a single spot she left untangled. The same thing was happening between her own legs.

The quaking sensation of approaching orgasm seized her. She tried to hold it back. She was getting greedy. 

She wanted to feel the full impact of a big orgasm, a very big one. No longer satisfied with the tiny ones that simply wracked her body for a moment, then passed, she wanted to go all the way.

With the other woman's knowing tongue on her cut, she thought it was going to be possible this time.

The sexual tensions were mounting in her belly. 

She felt the vague contractions along her cunt strengthening. Her breath came in harsh, hurried gasps. She started tongue-fucking the cunt so wantonly opened for her with an emotion approaching frenzy.

Then the dam inside her body burst. 

She came with the force of moutons of gallons of water rushing down a tiny valley. The impact of the physical and emotional come was almost too much for her.

She groaned and shook and sobbed and unashamedly let the tears roll down her cheeks.

And then it was over. Too quick. She wanted more. She had to make the other woman tongue-fuck her cunt even harder.

She began running her rough, wet, pink tongue all over the harlot and bristly strands surrounding the other woman's cunt hole. 

She didn't miss a single spot. Her tongue languorously swabbed down the entire area around her cunt mouth. 

Then her tongue stabbed out and down into the juicy twat.

The teacher felt the body of the other woman tense up. A trapped animal Sound told her the. teacher was coming. She felt a rush of excitement. She was the one who'd done it. She had actually made another woman come..

Shanti wanted more of this exciting lesbian mouth love. She had never in her wildest imaginings thought another woman could get her this hot, She was wrong. And now she wanted to find out what she'd been missing for too long.

Ramya squirmed in her grasp and managed to escape. She quickly pulled down her, skirt and "heavily breathed, "God, someone's coming, "Yes! Me!" "Shut up, damn your eyes! I meant out in the hall!" 

Shanti reluctantly straightened her skirt for, the second time that day. She smiled a little as Adi Reddy came into the teachers' lounge. He was the chemistry teacher with the hot for anything wearing a skirt. 

She didn't know which was worse, him actively pawing all the women teachers or his counterpart in the chemistry department, old Mr. Hunt, long since past his prime and looking like a prune.

"I'd better be going," she reluctantly told Ramya. The gnawing hunger in. her cunt wasn't going to let loose. It was trying to devour her. She was going to have to get balled by a real man's prick-and soon-or she'd go mad from unfulfilled lust.

Shanti rushed from the room, not even looking back at the surprised Adi Reddy.



The Slut College Teacher Ch. 03



Shanti was almost back to her classroom when she realized she'd left her notebook in the Staff room. She cursed herself for, being such a fool, then turned round and headed back for the StaffRoom.

Why had she felt so damned guilty? What she and Ramya had Done wasn't anything a lot of other women had shared. Why did sex always have to be strictly male-female? She didn't have any, answer for that one.

She wasn't really ashamed of what she had just done. She'd enjoyed it. Anything she enjoyed couldn't be that bad. And to hell with anyone saying it was! Shanti knew she'd have to be more polite to Adi Reddy. 

The man had been around the College a couple years longer than she and was something of a power having the ear of the principal in personnel assignments. 

Besides, Adi wasn't all that bad - looking. He wasn't her idea of the perfect man, but then who really was? He was about five foot ten, stocky with just a trace of a beer gut. Not enough to get in the way. If anything, she thought it was sort of sexy. There wasn't any good reason she had been avoiding him except for his reputation as a wolf.

If she got involved with him like she had the coach at the other High College, she would be out on the street in an instant-if anyone found out. Teachers were supposed to be monks and nuns. Sex could never taint their images. They couldn't be living, breathing, fucking human beings.

She and Adi might get something fun going between them. Maybe all the other women teachers were being greedy. 

Maybe they wanted him for themselves. With the gnawing need chewing up her cunt, Shanti thought she should have fir st grab at any guy willing to really fuck her good.

Just as she turned the corner of the hail and headed for the teachers' StaffRoom again, she knew something wasn't quite fight. She couldn't put it into words. There was an electric tension in the air that stopped her dead in her tracks.

Listening, she heard faint moans coming from the half-closed door of the StaffRoom. They weren't moans of pain. Quite the opposite, in fact. They sounded like someone in the throes of intense?pleasure. Like a woman being fucked.

Shanti inched toward the door at the end of the hall and, guiltily, she spied on Ramya and Adi.

It was just as she'd thought the instant she heard those telltale noises. 

Ramya was spread-eagle on the small desk and Adi was fucking the living hell out of her. It was a sight that made the breath catch in Shanti's throat. For a second, she wanted to laugh. Then she decided crying might be closer to what she actually felt.

She wanted to be the one on the receiving end of that mighty male prick of Adi's! She wanted to feel that cock drilling deep into her cunt, cleansing her of the unnatural longings that Ramya had stirred that Vijay had aroused. 

A throbbing alive, all-male, virile prick flicking her was the only antidote for her.

And Ramya was the one getting laid.

She knew she should have closed the door. 

Maybe standing guard in the hail for the two unsuspecting lovers would have been the decent thing to do. If the principal Walked in on them, he'd fire both their asses before they realized what was happening.

Still, couldn't she stand guard at the door? 

What did it really matter if she watched while she was on the look-out for anyone intruding on the couple? 

Shanti knew she wasn't going to let them have their deserved privacy. 

The itch in her cunt was too intense for that. She had to see what was going on in the small room. If she didn't, she would go crazy from her own burning, crying lust! The words drifted lazily out to her. 

"Ummm, oh, Adi, you're so biiig in me! I love the way your cock feels!" 

"And your cunt is like a blow torch on me. Goddamn, but you've got a hot twat, girl. Here, slide around a bit on the table. There, ummm, oh shiiiit! I . . . I almost came." 

"Do I turn you on that much?" "That much and more!" "So fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can!" 

The spying Shanti had a good view of what was happening in the room.

If Adi wasn't fucking her as hard as he could, he was certainly piston powerfully into her yearning cunt.

She could see the long, red shaft of his cock pulling from between her inner pussy lips. 

The purple head was coated with a gleaming coat of cunt juice. He poised for a moment, as if making up his mind, then lunged forward.

The power of his inward stroke shaved Ramya across the table. Adi had to reach out and grip the woman under the armpits. Only in this way 

could he keep her from sliding off his prick.

"Get in me, damn you, let me lock my legs around your waist." she moaned. 

"Yeah, I'm fucking you too hard. That cunt of yours is too demanding. It won't do to slide all over the table."

Shanti watched as slender legs wrapped around the chemistry teacher's waist. 

The man was already gripping Ramya under the arms so that his palms pulled firmly into her shoulders. With a double hold like this, it would take one hell of. a fucking to break loose again.

And it was the strongest fucking motion Shanti had ever seen. She felt her cunt watering as she witnessed it. The man's hips came back, then shot forward driving his prick deep into the woman's softly yielding cunt.

The tiny river of fuck fluid running down the inside of the spying teacher's leg tickled. She rubbed her legs together in a vain attempt to stop it. She had to have some sort of a plug in her cunt to keep that flood from gushing down her leg.

The kind of plug she'd love best was a. cock. And that wasn't possible. Not at that instant.

She edged closer to the door. The two people so avidly fucking in the room couldn't hear her moan softly. 

She began rubbing up and down against the edge of the door. The wood touched her in all the right spots. She felt her body coming alive to the rubbing sensation.

The door collided right at her cunt. The hard wood pressed firmly against her pussy mound. As she rocked up and down, its friction gave her the sensation of a real fucking.

It wasn't the same, of course. Nothing but a hard cock pile driving into her pussy could possibly totally satisfy her.

But this was better than nothing.

Shanti watching the two fucking like rabbits made her even hornier. She thought she might just watch them for a few seconds, then leave. It wasn't that simple. The more she saw of that long, adept cock fucking into the gaping hole of the totally wanton woman spread wide on the table, the more she needed it.

"Go on, Adi darling and grind your bush into mine! I love the feel of your bush against my cut!" The man only grunted.

Shanti could tell he was having a hard time keeping his cum loaded in his balls. The jerky movements in his hips told her he was nearing his breaking point and hating it. He wanted to fuck all afternoon long.

His ass tensed as he shot forward into the eagerly awaiting cunt. 

Both of them gasped, then Adi said, "Damned tight, too. Sure you're not a virgin? Love virgin cunt!"

"Yes, oh, yess, yessss! Anything you say, Adi darling, anything! I'm a virgin if you want me to be!" 

"No virgin has cunt muscles like yours! God!" He panted hard now. His body was shivering like he had a high fever. The lewd squishing noises as his prick shot into the woman's juicy cunt filled the room. 

Shanti shivered along with the two people fucking their brains out. That noise made her aware of how much she was getting out of this peeping.

In all decency, she should leave them alone, but she was too turned on by the sight of them screwing. His long, red pussy-pleasure driving into the yawning hole of Ramya's juicy cunt made her own desires run wild.

That was what she wanted and if she couldn't. get it, seeing it happen would just have to do.

She rubbed her snatch against the door with more vigor as she heard. Ramya gasping out, "My cunt's on fire! I'm burning up inside. Oh, dear God fuck me hard! HARD!" 

The tiny embers of her own lust, had long since blazed bright and furious inside her cunt. 

There was no way she could put out the flaming desire that threatened to drown her. She was a lost soul and could only allow her passion-wracked body to command.

"My balls feel like a boiler! My jism is lead-heavy and just burning me up! I can't wait. to come!" Adi wailed.

"Ummm, darling, oh darling! Ride me, ride me. hard!" The lewd squishy noise increased in intensity as he picked up the tempo of the fucking, she was equally hot.

The voyeur Shanti watching thought if he had been driving his prick into her with wild abandon before, now he was a tireless sex machine. He fucked with all the power and lust locked in his loins.

The watching woman bit her lower lip as her hand crept under her petticoat. She couldn't restrain herself. Her fingers found her slimy cunt. She began tweaking her pussy lips. 

When that was no longer the thrill it had once been, she started driving her fingers in and out of her cunt in imitation of the hot scene in front of her.

Her fingers weren't anything like a cock. But they were better than letting her cunt cry out, hungry for attention. The thick oils dribbled over her fingers, filling the palm of her hand. Soon, she was totally drenched with her own fuck fluids.

"My body! I'm on fire! I ... aaaaieeee!" The woman on the receiving end of that long, powerful prick climaxed. Her body stiffened and a husk of sheer pleasure covered her face. She sucked in her breath and arched her back trying to drive her cunt down over the impaling spike of the cock lodged in her cunt.

All too soon, she let out a long, loud sigh and relaxed. But the man fucking her wasn't ready to come yet. He was still fucking her clutching manhole with all the power he could summon. His ass tightened and then shot forward in a wild release of energy.

"Oh, keep flicking! My cunt's still on fire!"

He was pulling her body into his groin with every stroke of his prick. The man was giving the teacher the fucking of her life. The faster he fucked, the more she liked it.

His balls had collapsed into a hard, tight sphere that bothered him. 

The need to blast out his jism into her hungering cunt was on him while trying to keep the fiery tide locked in his balls was making his prick feel as if it would explode like a stick of dynamite.

No matter how he tried, the tumbling and churning of his balls made him teeter on the edge of control. But still he fucked into the wet, steamy hot interior of her cunt. The need to be surrounded by her clutching sheath -of cunt was inbred - he was a man. 

She was a woman waiting to be fucked. How could he refuse such a basic urge? The watching woman finally decided she should leave. 

The man's lust was so obvious and it was almost embarrassing to her. The way his prick vanished so lewdly in the grinning cunt lips was a hint that she was witnessing something she shouldn't.

As Shanti turned to go down the hall, she saw: the principal sauntering along. 

She sucked in her breath. This wouldn't do. And the way Adi was fucking Ramya, nothing short of an atomic bomb would make him stop.

"Good afternoon, Miss Rangaswamy," said Roy Bose. "Leaving for your next class so soon?" The principal was still far enough away from the doorway so that he couldn't hear the frantic sounds of Adi and Ramya fucking. 

And Shanti hoped she could keep it that way.

"Oh, Mr. Bose, did you see what those awful boys had done to the flagpole again?" She was babbling. It was the first thing that had come into her head. Last month, a gang had run some woman's panties up the flagpole and horrified several of the more staid groups around the College.

"Again? They .. .? Oh, hell. I'd better go check it out, I suppose. Thank you for telling me, Miss Rangaswamy." The look in his eyes told the teacher that the man would rather have stayed and talked to her. She had the suspicion that he was hot for her ass.

It seemed as if everyone on the campus had unbridled passions and let them run free whenever they wanted. And if anyone got caught at it, it was their ass in a sling.

Shanti didn't understand this stupid double standard. She was a hard-loving woman who loved a good fuck, who needed it. 

And if any of the studs prowling around the College gave it to her, they'd all be in trouble. Yet all of them did it. She shook her head, idly rubbed a hand across her hidden snatch and then remembered the hot and heavy action going down inside the teachers' StaffRoom.

Ramya and Adi might never know how she'd saved their jobs for them but it didn't matter. It had been worth the small risk she'd taken. And now, she felt she was entitled to watch. She'd earned the right.

As the woman sneaked back to the half-open door, the sounds from inside were even hotter than. before. She looked at what was happening and her eyes widened. She hadn't believed Ramya was that acrobatic.

The woman was bent double like a pretzel on the small table. Her legs were pulled back so that her legs dangled over Adi's shoulders, 

The tops of her thighs Pressed hard into her tits. Every time the man stroked into her widely exposed cunt, she emitted a tiny groan of pleasure.

Shanti guessed that Adi could drive his prick deeper into her steamy cunt in this position than from any other. The way Ramya was twisted around, she, had to be getting a hell of a lot of enjoyment from the fucking. Otherwise, the chink in her back would have been bothering her.

"Keep going, Adi darling! I love that prick of yours! It makes me feel like a complete woman!" 

"Cunt's so tight," the man mumbled, "so fucking, damned tiiiiight," 

"Yes! And all for you! For, your cock!" His body pressed her legs down into her body. 

Her cunt gaped wide open so that the spying woman could see the cunt lips lewdly smile and take in the purple end of his fuck stick. His balls and he had collapsed into a hard little globe that no longer wetly slapped against her upturned ass. He was burying himself all the way to the hilt in her gooey twat.

Shanti sighed as she saw the exciting sight. That cock going into the hungry cunt was more than she could stand. She reached back under her petticoat and found her own flowing gash. Fingers ready, she drove them into her cunt.

That sent a wild surge of joy racing through her body. She closed her eyes and imagined she was the one on the table getting her brains fucked out. His cock was inside her, twisting, turning, driving ever deeper. He was probing for her innermost cunt.

The tingles in her pussy lips were passed along to the twitchy walls of her cunt. She shuddered as she felt the sexual tensions mount in her belly. The way her heart speeded up made her breath come faster.

She imagined him poised over her body like he was over Ramya's. Her cunt yawned wide for him. She was totally wanton. She wanted his cock more than anything else in the world. She could prove it with her dripping, obscenely wet twat, too.

As one of her fingers stabbed into her pussy, she shivered. Another finger went in and then another. She started stroking back and forth. The velvety softness of her pussy walls hardened a little as her muscles tensed from the excitement.

His cock-that was what was in her cunt, not her fingers. He was fucking her. She could hear him breathing and over the thunder of her own pulse hammering wildly in her head, she could hear and his harsh breathing. She could feel his cock delving ever deeper into her juicy, steamy hot cunt.

The first contraction of her cunt walls clamped down on her fingers.

When orgasm gripped her body, she was panting and gasping and moaning out her joy. 

He was fucking her! That was his cock inside her needy cunt! He had come over to give her the fine gift of his cock! 

She sobbed openly, tears running down her face. It wasn't any good. The come hadn't released all her tensions. She still felt tautness inside that made her edgy, uptight.

In the room, Adi was still fucking hard into the other teacher's clinging cunt.

"I . . . I can't hold it! I'm comiiiing!" The man's entire body stiffened as he drove his prick balls deep into the woman's cunt. He pumped out every single drop of his pearly white jism. And then his cock limply fell from the woman's still oozing cunt.

A tiny puddle of his cum and her cunt juice formed on the table under her ass. Then Ramya disengaged her legs and rolled free. She went to the man and took him in her arms for a big kiss.

"I love the way you fuck! You're one stud in a million!" Ramya was lascivious.

"And how would you know? Have you fucked a million guys? That cunt of yours is mighty tight for such a feat. You might go into a record book if you've really had a million men." he was calling her a slut.

"Some of them just seem like it. But you're special, Adi!" Shanti didn't know if anything was going to start between the two or not. 

She decided it was time for her to split and to hell with the notebook. 

She didn't want to seem to be prying into their personal lives.

But she wished Adi would pry into her holes - all of them. 

Just once to drive away the demons of longing still inhabiting her body, Shanti the Tamil Iyer slut wanted this dick in her pussy ass and all holes - and she will acquire it.



The Slut College Teacher Ch. 04



Shanti existed through her last class of the day and it seemed to be an eternity before the final bell rang. Luckily, the class evacuated the room as if the building were on fire.

She was free to go find Adi. Thinking throughout the long class about what she should do had made her seem distant, remote from the questions. But she didn't give a damn. 

The hunger she felt deep in her cunt was more important to her than the questions those snotty-nosed kids came up with. 

She had to keep her life on an even keel or how could she possibly be expected to perform well as a teacher? 

She hastily left the class, almost running. She wanted to catch Adi in his chemistry lab down the hall. 

Shanti slid to a halt and peered into the room. Adi was nowhere to be seen.

She rushed to the window looking out on the parking lot. There was Adi Narayan just putting the key into the door of his car. 

Shanti cursed under her breath and hurried down the stairs, hoping to catch the other teacher before he left.

Luck was finally with her. 

The Principal had called out to Adi and stopped the man from leaving. By the time she got to Adi's car, the principal had gone.

"ADI!" she cried. "Wait a second!" Adi Narayan looked up and smiled. He'd had the hot for her ever since she'd transferred into the College. 

Passing a few minutes talking to her would be a lot better than knocking off a few beers at a bar.

"Hi, Shanti. What can I do for you?" She blushed. She took that in a way entirely different than Adi had meant it.

Or had he meant it exactly the way she thought? "Well, uh, Adi, I don't know how to say this." 

"Straight ahead is the best way, Shanti." His eyes weren't on her emerald green ones. They were raking her body from her toes to the top of her head. And he liked what he saw.

She wasn't wearing any fancy clothes, plain saree and a blouse, bra was missing. She didn't have to encase her legs in the smoky fabric to make them look good and she had a nice, even dark skin that appealed to him. 

Although she obviously spent a lot of time in the sun, her skin didn't have that brittle, dried look. It was smooth-and he guessed it would feel - even smoother flowing under his fingers as he stroked upwards toward her hidden snatch.

The woman's tits weren't held in check by a bra. He didn't much care for that, but what the hell? The College dress codes required it of the women teachers, another mark against the puritanical College bard.

But Shanti had a trim waist he would love putting his hands around, boobs obviously, big enough for any man, even one having a thing for good-sized tits. And her face was a classic sculpture, It was offset just right with the black hair flowing all around it like some dark halo.

He wouldn't mind sticking it to this broad at all. But she had always seemed so stand-offish. Not a prick teaser, but just distant. It was a pity to waste good material.

And Shanti's ass was one of the best.

"I guess you're fight, Adi. Look, I saw you and Ramya this afternoon." She paused and studied his reaction. There was a slight tensing of his body but it was hardly noticeable. He kept his face almost impassive.

"So?" "So I saved your asses from the Principal. He almost came in on you while you were in the middle of, uh. .

"Of fucking Ramya? Why not just say it, Shanti? You were obviously watching us." She blushed again. Was it that obvious? She had to control her racing heart. It threatened to run away from her. She took a couple deep breaths which did nothing except make her boobs rise and fall in the most seductive manner possible.

"Okay. I saw you and Ramya fucking. And God, what a cock you've got!" she burst out.

Horrified, she turned a bright red. For a moment, Adi looked stunned and then he laughed.

"Shit! I never heard of such a thing before. You watched, you enjoyed it, now you want some action, is that it?" 

"Yes, I guess it is." 

"What makes you think I'll give it to you? Just because you saw us screwing in the teachers' lounge?" 

"I don't have any reason to think you won't, either." 

He smiled broadly. "And you're right. Your place or mine?" Shanti was stunned into speechlessness. 

She hadn't expected him to pick up an her request this fast. Maybe ask her to have a drink, then dinner and finally spring that time-honored question.

But he just came right out with it. And she was ecstatic!

"Why not right here?" It was his turn to look stunned. 

"In the parking lot? Hell, woman, there are students coming and going all around here. They'd see us!" 

"Yeah," she said, her mind racing. This was going to be a real turn-on. 

She wanted his cock, sure. She wanted it as badly as she'd ever wanted anything in her life. But it could be an added thrill-the thrill of possible discovery by the students or other teachers. To fuck in full view of the College! 

"You're serious, aren't you?" he asked, edging closer to her. His hand snaked around her waist and pulled her close. "You want to wait for sundown or start right now?" The sun was going down rapidly, but Shanti's lust / was mounting to the breaking point. 

She gave him his answer with a kiss. A. hungry, demanding kiss that left no question in his mind what she wanted.

She wanted cock and she wanted it now! Her lips parted just a little when she felt his press firmly into her mouth. It took only a second for a hard tongue to race into her mouth. He found her tongue and engaged it in an erotic duel. Stroking and caressing, he pushed her passions even higher.

She was gasping for breath by the time she broke off the kiss. She tried to back away a step but couldn't. His hand was still firmly around her waist. He was pulling her bulging pussy mound into the top of his leg. She rubbed up and down on his leg like a cat against a pole.

It felt good, damned good. And it was only a promise of better things to come. The tenting in his trousers told her he was as aroused as she was. And he wasn't going to put off fucking her for long. He wouldn't be able to control himself that long holding a hot wench, you know that?

"Yes. Now shut up and fuck me! Like you fucked Ramya! I want it all, all of it. Every last goddamn inch!" His hand snaked over the curve of her ass and cupped one of her buttocks. Squeezing a little, he pulled her even closer. His mouth clamped against hers and his tongue tumbled all over hers.

Their saliva mixed like fine wines. Shanti felt herself getting drunk on it. This was even better than she'd anticipated. She was enjoying the thrill of him kissing her, fondling her ass, feeling his leg as she rubbed her now leaking cunt over it.

Even more exciting was the possibility of discovery. This gave an added zest to what they were doing. They'd have to be fast about fucking. It was already twilight. In a little while, it would be dark enough to switch on the lights in the parking lot. When that happened, they would be like actors on the center of a well-lit stage.

Her hand slipped down inside his trousers. 

She found his rigid cock. It was already bucking and throbbing with lust. She stroked up and down it a few times to let him know what was going tote coming his way soon "Ummm, I like that. You handle cock well. How about in other places?" 

"The tightest and hottest around!" 

"I think you're bragging." 

"I'm telling the truth. Why not find out?" She unzipped his pants and let his prick come dancing out. It was jerking and bounding around like a stallion waiting for a mare. 

His hand began bunching up her sari and petticoat until it was hiked up in between them to expose her snatch.

Pressed as closely together as they were, an observer might have thought they were merely enjoying a very passionate kiss. That observer wouldn't have been able to see the plum-tipped prick heading directly for the bottom of the furry vee of her bush.

Shanti moaned softly when she felt his long, hard cock poking into her cunt lips. She spread her legs a bit wider and firmed up her stance while opening her cunt to the man's cock.

He had to bend down to get under her twat, but that was small price to pay for paradise.

When he stiffened his legs and sent his prick arrow up into her cunt, she almost passed out. She thought that fainting routine was something that only happened to the heroines in the gothic romances she read.

It wasn't. It was a perfectly normal physical reaction to having a huge cock driven hard into her cunt.

She twisted and turned and moaned around the tip of his prick. The bulbous end seemed to fill her to overflowing. Never had she had a cock stretch and pull her cunt in all directions like his did. Not only was he long, he was thick.

The girth of his cock actually threatened to rip and tear her most delicate membrane. But she sighed and tried to relax. Her cunt walls stretched enough to take his huge prick.

And then she said, "Go on! Fuck me good!" 

"Fuck you? Christ, I just want to stand here! You weren't shitting me when you said you had the tightest and hottest cunt, ever!" 

She clutched him to her body. The feel of his prick resting in her cunt was so comforting. At the same time it was exciting her. She felt her fuck fluids dribbling out around her pussy lips. The thick juices went on down his prick and tickled his balls.

But still he didn't move.

She tensed her cunt muscles just a bit and clamped down on his buried cock. She felt the thick blue vein on the top pulsing with life. Every time his heartbeat and, it would twitch just a little. And the folds of skin rapidly vanished as his prick inflated to full hardness.

She sighed and allowed her legs to bend a little.

This crammed her twat down even more firmly on the impaling rod of his prick. The way his cock was responding made her feel better. It excited her, sure, but it also made her more aware of her potential.

She wasn't going to be turned down by him. She was a worthwhile woman who could make a man all hot and bothered. And she was proving it every second that cock was in her heated tunnel of love.

"Fuck me now?" she whispered in his ear. 

He didn't answer. His lips kissed her cheek, then he started licking back along the line of her jaw. When he got to her ear, he breathed hot and heavy for a moment. 

Her already sensitive earlobe seemed to be nothing but raw nerve endings.

When his teeth gently closed on the lobe of flesh, she gasped. She had to keep herself from coming. His cock was bouncing around against her cunt walls, but he hadn't started fucking her yet. Just the light touch of his teeth against her ear was. all it took to get her really wound up and ready to fuck.

"Forget my ear! Fuck me, damn you! I want you!" His tongue slammed into the tiny hollow of her ear, cock-hard. His tongue imitated what she wanted him to do with his prick. Still, she had to admit he was getting her hotter than she'd thought possible.

Never had her passions been strung out like this. 

She was a taut wire ready for the lightest pluck to send her singing. Her fingers clawed and clutched at the man's back. She was at the verge of shredding his shirt, but neither of them noticed. They were too busy concentrating on more exciting things.

"Want this?" he said, giving his hips a little upward jerk. "How bad do you want it?" 

"With all my life! Fuck me, you silly son of a bitch! Fuck me good. Just like you did Ramya!" 

He laughed. "That good, huh? You want the deluxe edition. Nothing second best for you. Okay. You're gonna get it!" He bent his legs just a little, then stiffened his knees. 

His prick wetly glided from her cunt. She moaned as it left. When only the broad arrowhead of his cock was inside her pussy lips, he drove back into her soft, wet, yielding cunt.

He almost lifted her off her feet. She clung hopelessly to him. She was too weak to do anything else. That prick in her cunt made her into a thing of rubber. Wobbly, she couldn't help but teeter and sway around the thick, impaling pillar of his cock.

"Like that?" "I love it! Gimme more! Fuck me haaaaaard!" He fucked her hard. Harder than she'd thought possible standing up. But still the feel of the prick in her cunt wasn't good enough for her. She wanted -she demanded! -more.

She deftly lifted her right leg and snaked it around the man's waist. This opened her cunt up to him even more. And every single upward stroke into her hidden depths was the most penetrating she'd ever felt. As he fucked her, he rattled her teeth.

Her vision blurred and the world spun around her in a crazy vortex. This was what she'd needed so long. This man's long, demanding, satisfying prick was the, antidote for all her problems.

She was horny. He used his cock like a master.. She was getting all the man meat she could take up her mint.

"More!" she demanded hotly. "Giinme all you've got! Your sweet fucking cock! I want it! I want it!" He grunted as he twisted and turned. His prick was no longer ramming, straight up into her twat. He was spiral in, corkscrewing to give an added dimension to the fucking.

Losing his balance, he fell back against his car. He propped his ass on the fender, the woman's leg resting along the cool metal. From this vantage point, he was able to get better traction. His body movements took on an air of more power. He was able to fuck her even harder.

The liquid squishing noise of a cock racing into an excited cunt seemed to echo across the now desertedi parking lot. The prick was burning the woman's cunt to a cinder. She shuddered every time that hot poker raced into her hungry twat.

"More," she continued to beg. "Give me that cock till it comes out my mouth!" He was gasping from the exertion. Sweat ran down his face, got in his eyes. But he wasn't about to reach up and wipe it away. Not when he had a double handful of the sweetest ass he'd ever fucked.

Squeezing down on his erotic handholds, he was able to pull her ass cheeks apart, then rotate them in wide circles. This tightened her already small cunt and made it feel as if there were millions of fingers inside her cunt massaging his prick.

"Can't hold back much longer. Damn, but you.. . you're milking my goddamn balls!" 

"Come in my cunt! I want to feel your jism spurting into my guts!" For a long minute he pumped hard into her demanding twat. 

His prick was beginning to drag from friction along her pussy walls. He had long since burned away her lubricating sauce.

A cold voice called to them ''What the hell's going on?" Surprised, Adi turned and stared at the security guard standing in front of their car. The man held a flashlight on them.

A thrill of honor passed through Shanti's cunt. She felt her pussy tighten all around the cock buried deep in her belly. 

They'd been seen, they were discovered fucking in the parking lot like a couple of teenagers! "Nothing, Hukam Singh. Just getting in a little extra-curricular activity, you know?

"Sure thing, Mr. Narayan. The lights will be on in about five minutes. You might want to, uh, be finished by then."

"Fine," said Adi in a voice almost too weak for the security guard to hear. But the tone was all that mattered. The guard drove on his rounds, satisfied that a couple of kids weren't desecrating his College.

"God! I thought he'd arrest us!" 

"Don't worry about him. He's one of the good guys. If we'd been students, though, he'd have chased us out. Now where were we?"

"You Were fucking me silly." 

"Oh, yes. And that cunt of yours really reached out and gave me one hell of a big squeeze, didn't it? When we were discovered." 

Those words worked their magic on the woman again. She remembered the fear that had almost paralyzed her. And her cunt contracted around the man's, buried cock again.

"Ummm, yeah! That's it!" And then his hips broke loose. He fucked the hell out of her cunt. The man's prick seemed to be made of stainless steel. He was a machine, a fucking machine intent on driving her insane with ecstasy.

She came like a ton of bricks falling from the Empire State Building. She never even felt his hot, stringy jism spewing into her convulsing cunt. She was too wrapped up in the wondrous feelings assaulting her senses.

When she drifted down from her wonderful sexual high, she clung weakly to Adi's strong frame.

"It was super, Adi, just great!" 

"Glad you liked it. But it did cost me some money.

"Huh?" "I was leaning against the car. When we really got to humping, I put too much of a strain on the car's shock absorber. 

Have to get some new ones installed." She laughed and hugged him even closer.

This was more like it. 

For the first time in weeks and weeks, the woman's sex itch had been erased. 

She was satiated and content-for the moment.



The Slut College Teacher Ch. 05



"All right, class, that's it for today. Remember the test on Friday will cover the fourth and fifth chapters in your text."' 

There were sundry groans of dismay but she'd expected that. Any time a test was announced always produced the same reaction. She had come to believe it wasn't possible to produce a kid without a built-in fear of tests. 

She remembered what she'd always felt like the day before a test and guessed all these kids felt the same way.

They all filed out while she entered the scores on their homework in her record book. She looked up, surprised at seeing one of her students staying after class.

Then a cold chill gripped her stomach.

Vijay was standing there, his flame red hair in wild disarray. And the look on his face was one of unfulfilled lust. There was no question in her mind what he wanted.

"Well, Vijay?" "Well, Miss Rangaswamy," he said, smirking. "You've been a busy lady, haven't you?" 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"I thought you knew. I mean, hitching a ride out in the parking lot like you did yesterday. A ride with Mr. Reddy. Or should I say a ride on Mr. Reddy's prick?" She went into shock. 

The numbness paralyzed her vocal chords. She didn't know what to say. She'd never been blackmailed like this before. 

If Vijay went to Mr. Bose with this story of two teachers fucking out in plain sight, he could get both of them fired on the spot.

And with Bhiku, the night watchman, to verify his story, Vijay was in an even better bargaining position.

They were doomed unless Vijay could be bought off. She suspected he could. He had that certain look in his eye.

"You're awful quiet, Miss Rangaswamy or can I call you Shanti? Yeah, I'll call you Shanti. I mean, gosh, I've eaten out your cunt and we've fucked and we should be on a first name basis." 

"What do you want?" 

"Come on, wise up, Shanti. I'm not one of those greedy out-for-money or out-for-grades types. All I want is some action and with you my Slut Shanti - Teacher darling, with you." It was as she feared. 

The boy was blackmailing her sexually. He wanted her body as his reward for keeping quiet which only gave him more ammunition to use against her if he ever decided to do so.

"So I just jump up on the desk and spread them for you, is that it?" she was furious and scared.

He smirked. "Something like that. But not quite. Not this time." "You little cocksucker!" He laughed' at her. "That's not my bag. I just want a piece of that sweet ass of yours. Literally. Up on your feet, bend over the desk and spread those clean plain and dirty brown ass cheeks wide. I want to fuck you up the ass. Never done that and I want to see what it's like if possible" as he said that she went even colder. 

So many men had ever taken her up the ass before. And now this College blackmailer wanted to do it. She could tell him - no and suffer the consequences. Better to play along with him. But up her ass...

She stood and walked over to the door on shaky legs. This wasn't something she wanted anyone to burst in on. Closing the door, she moved a desk so that it blocked the entry.

"So cautious. Afraid someone else might see us fucking?" he taunted her.

"Yes, damn you! You little prick!"

"You shut up, Hz!" he flared. "My prick's not that little. And I never heard any chick complain about it. Not even you." he screamed at her.

She started to say something to him, then bit the words back. She was only goading him on. That wasn't the smartest thing she could do. She had to hang loose and maybe figure out how to elude his clutches.

"Over here," he ordered. "Get yourself bent over your desk. And get that sweet ass of yours up where I can fuck it!" She didn't rush to obey.

She felt a cold anger at him coupled with the nagging fear she might be caught. This was the day Mr. Bose inspected all the classes and he hadn't been by hers in over a month. It was just her luck he'd barge in while this young stud was fucking her shit chute.

"Bend over, dammit!" He grabbed and spun her across her desk. Her boobs smashed into the surface with jarring impact. She felt the air gush from her lungs. Gasping in a vain attempt to regain her lost wind, she was helpless to prevent him from hiking up her petticoat under the sari.

"Wow, lookit those panties! Ain't they sexy!" She almost cried when she felt his hands stroking over the smooth curves of her bottom. He hadn't stripped the silk panties off yet. 

But there was no mistaking the feel of his fingers through the thin material. He was making certain she was ready for him when he entered her from behind.

"Get it over with!" she cried. "If you're going to do it, then do it!" 

"Patience, my sweet little ass, patience. you'll feel my good, hard cock soon enough." 

His hands continued to lewdly fondle her bottom. Finally, satisfied, he began stripping her panties off her ass. He didn't merely yank them off as he made it into a big production.

"So gentle, like this," he cooed, laughing at her helplessness to stop him. "See how I ease them. Around the flare of that big ass of yours andd now I Don't just drop them to go fluttering down your legs. Oh, no, not that. I carefully remove them. Step out of them." He knelt down behind her. 

His hands locked on first one ankle and then the other to get her feet out of the panties. Then he planted a big, wet, juicy kiss on her rump.

She felt as if he'd branded her rather than kissed her. She was openly crying now, the tears leaving salty tracks on her cheeks. 

This was the ultimate in humiliation. She was being anally raped by a nineteen-year-old. And she couldn't do a goddamn thing about it if she wanted to keep her teaching job.

"Ummm, tasty! Spread those legs a bit wider, yeah, just like that. God, what a cunt you've got. It can swallow a man's prick up real good!" He bellowed and she shuddered again as she felt his tongue probing into her twat. 

He was stirring her lust and she couldn't keep her body from betraying her. She was wet with desire for him. No matter if he was raping her. No matter that she hated him with all her soul.

Her traitor body was responding! She felt him stand and come in close behind her ass. There was a metallic hissing as his zipper went down the tack.

His prick nudged warm and bard into the canyon between her ass cheeks. He knew enough not to rush for her asshole and wildly fuck her. That would have resulted in a lot of pain for her. 

Instead, he teased and tormented her with his cock.

It felt big and round and hot probing between her meaty globes of ass. When he sought and found the humid floor of the canyon, she was gasping, this time in sexual desire. He was getting to her. He was making her want him to fuck her.

"Get it over with, damn you! Fuck me!" 

"Now she wants me to fuck her. And at first she said she didn't want any such thing. Oh, women are so fickle!" His prick slipped past her asshole and on down to the hanging folds of her cunt. His prick head drove forcefully between her cunt lips. He surged all the way up into her twat.

She almost passed out from the sudden insertion. of his cock into her steamy pussy. The cunt walls were hard put to stretch and expand to take his length of prick. But once he was inside her juicy cunt, there was no more problem.

He wasn't anywhere near as big as Adi. No man she'd ever fucked was. But the kid still had a good-sized prick. And he was well on the way to being able to use it like a real stud. He didn't merely fuck a woman, he teased and tormented and turned her on then he fucked the living hell out of her wet cunt.

He made a few strokes back and forth in the greased slot. He wanted as much of the slippery fuck fluid all over his cock as possible before he dived into the sultry depths of her asshole. Besides, the woman's cunt felt so fucking good around his cock! He stroked enough times to make himself feel the effects. 

His balls hardened and began to throb with ill-suppressed lust. When the nuts inside the tiny sac began to chum and lurch, he knew it was about time to move on to the hole he really wanted to fuck.

"Like the feel of my cock in your pussy?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me good!" she was obsessed with sex in her whole body overtaking her passions and erotic lust blinding her to the fact she was a teacher and in her own class.

He pulled out with a wet little plop. The suction behind his prick threatened to pull the woman s guts out her cunt hole. And the hollowness, the empty feeling he left behind almost drove her insane. 

She had to have his prick! Without it, she was nothing! Then he began searching for her tightly puckered asshole. 

When he found it, he gently pushed the glands of his prick directly into the center. 

The puckered anus didn't want to give as he increased the pressure. She moaned out that he was going to tear her apart.

He ignored her. He knew exactly what he was doing. So what if he made her asshole bleed a little? He was after pleasure-his pleasure.

He wiggled his hips a little and leaned into her ass. He felt the soft flesh giving under his belly, along the curve of his groin. His hips moved forward a fraction of an inch more. Her asshole was weakening. 

He could feel his cock slipping into her bowels.

With a sudden surge as her anus relaxed, he was inside her rectum. He was surrounded by hot, clinging female flesh. The sensation was more intense than with any cunt he'd ever fucked. 

She was so hot she was burning him to a charred nubbin! "I never felt a woman so hot and tight before; God, you're gonna mash me flat!" 

"Shut up and fuck me! It ... it's like a red hot poker shoved up my ass!"

He grunted and slowly pulled his prick out of her guts. The suction inside her bowels made her groan and shiver. The feeling was almost more than she could bear. The way his entire prick quivered and throbbed made her all the more aroused.

She wanted his cock. She no longer cared that he was fucking her ass, that no man had ever taken her up the back before. So what? Her body demanded. She must respond.

Her cunt was itchy and hot. Her juices dribbled out and down the inside of her leg, she was so turned on by what he was doing. It no longer mattered if he was fucking her cunt or not. She had his cock all the way up in her body. That was what counted.

"Go, please, go faster!" 

"Okay, but remember you asked for it that way!" He jammed his hips forward again. His prick shot into her impossibly small diametric anus. The feel of the tight ring of muscle around his prick was similar to. a hangman's noose. But he didn't care. All that he was after was hot and tight female flesh surrounding his cock.

He got it until he could 'hardly control himself. His balls were at the boiling point now. His lead-heavy jism was churning and weighing him down. If he didn't get his rocks off soon, he'd go crazy.

"That sweet dark brown ass of yours my darling Shanti the Tamil Slut teacher" he was enjoying her.

She leaned forward full length on her desk. Thrusting her ass out behind she tried to ram it down onto his prick as hard as she could. She didn't merely want him fucking her ass she wanted him fucking it with all the strength locked up in his young body.

She had trouble remembering he was only nineteen, that his control wasn't all that a full-grown man's would be. She was pushing him perilously close to the edge.

But her body demanded it. She had to have that entire prick inside her ass. The way her cunt was hungering for cock, she couldn't do any less. And taking his prick up her rear made her feel more content, more aroused, than she would have thought.

She was getting his cock inside her. That counted a hell of a lot. It helped satiate the desires burning unchecked in her trim, athletic body. But he wasn't flicking her hard enough. She wanted to have the friction of the fucking searing her asshole. 

She wanted to hurt with pleasure! "MORE!" She got more. As he drove his prick into her ass like a battering ram of flesh, she shoved back into his groin. The combined motions gave her the fucking she so desperately needed.

"Gad, I ~'t... can't hold back!" he grunted. He was stroking his bands along her smooth flanks. The way her body bucked and lurched, he was afraid he might slip out of her clutching asshole.

The boy needn't have worried. She was so powerfully clamping down on his prick he could hardly fuck her ass. The tight ring of muscles circling his cock held on for dear life. They weren't about to let his precious prick elude them.

The woman was sobbing out her joys now. No longer was she feeling humiliated by him butt fucking her. It didn't matter. He was filling her guts with cock. He was building up her sexual pressures to the breaking point. That was all she cared about.

She rubbed her chest back and forth across the desk. Her bra-encased tits weren't being stimulated enough to suit her, but this helped. The cloth worked back and forth on her turgid nipples. She wished they could have been exposed to her tweaking fingers. 

She would just have to get off the best way she could.

She reached down between her legs and found her soggy bush. Her cunt juices were dribbling all over the desk. She couldn't have cared less. She was more interested in finding her clit and massaging it while the College student fucked her ass.

The tiny spire of her clitoris poked up meek and timid from its sheath of protective> flesh. She immediately seized it and started rolling the pea-sized organ around. 

A new thrill rocked her and the volts of electricity blasting into her body from this tiny spire of erectile tissue was enough to push her over the brink of orgasm.

As he continued corn holing her, she brought herself to climax. It was a sharp, energetic come. And then her fingers flew over the little button of her lust.

"G-god! Fuck me! My ass is burning up! Fuck me good!" All the time his prick flew in and out of her butt, she was diddling herself. Her clit was becoming dry from the friction as she rubbed it. Her fingers made a quick trip into her seething cunt. She dipped out a finger of the thick inner lubricant.

As she stayed for just a moment in her cunt, she felt through her inner tissues his prick sailing in and out of her asshole. That light touch was all it took to make him come.

She felt his hot, flowing cum blast into her asshole. The torrent of jism made her suck in her breath with its intensity. Then she was fingering her clit again.

The pearly white jism spewed into her shit chute. The feel of his prick and the friction it generated as he fucked her, along with the sexual tensions she created by her cut-fondling, did the trick.

She came. It blew the top of her head off.

When she came down from soaring on the winds of her ecstasy, she was surprised to find that Vijay had left. 

Without saying a word to her, he'd pulled his prick out of her ass and left.

She was exhausted and couldn't be bothered with a minor thing like that. 

Shanti had enjoyed her first butt fucking. But she wished it had been Adi doing it instead of some blackmailing little prick of a student.

But she was happy he'd done it, anyway. 

The glow of the fucking remained for hours and hours.



The Slut College Teacher Ch. 06



Shanti didn't see Adi Reddy for almost a week. She wondered if he was trying to avoid her. She'd spoken several times with Ramya, once even telling her of all she'd witnessed that day in the teacher's lounge. Ramya's response had heartened her. The woman hadn't been mad at her at all. If anything, she'd been pleased.

"Angry at you for spying? Hell, no! If I'd known I had an audience for that fucking, I'd have asked you to take pictures. That's something I want to remember in my old age! God, what a fucker he is!"

"Then YOU don't mind that I stood in the doorway and.. . and masturbated?" Shanti was hesitant to say such things to her friend.

"I said it was okay. And you did head off Mr. Bose. Shit, we'd have never been able to explain our fucking to him. I bet he doesn't even know what his prick is for." 

"I dunno," said. Shanti. "I think he said something about shaving his palms every morning." 

Ramya had laughed, and waved it away. "He's an old grouch. I'm glad you were the one watching Adi and me fuck instead of him. And any time you can talk Adi into letting me have a bit of that fabulous prick of his, you can watch or take pictures -or broadcast it coast to coast! It'd be worth it!" 

Shanti didn't tell her friend she knew how worthwhile it was getting the full treatment from that cocksman Adi was a master. He knew all the moves and had a way about him. He made sure the chick got her kicks while he was getting-his.

What more could anyone ask of fucking? Shanti was tired of looking for Adi during the conference periods. She decided to track him down in his classroom. After all, it was only down the hail from her.

She inched up to the half-closed door and peered in. The students were all bent double over a test, worrying pencils and working diligently at punching something into their calculators,

Adi stood in back of a long, waist-high counter littered with all manner of chemical gear. The test tubes and Bunsen burners she recognized, but the rest was only glass and copper and funny colored water to her.

The man was pacing back and forth watching his class work on the test. As he turned his back on the door, a sudden inspiration hit Shanti. She could make this test one of endurance-for Adi.

She slipped into the room without any of the students seeing her. She knelt down behind the counter so she was hidden from their view. Just then, Adi turned and started back in her direction. He opened his mouth like a fish out of water, the words, "What the fuck are you doing here!" forming on his lips.

She simply smiled and motioned him to come closer.

When he did, she wrapped her arms around his legs so he couldn't move away. Then she ran his zipper down. His limp penis came tumbling out.

"Look," he whispered, "you can't do this! Not in front of the class!" "Hell I can't! I want your cock! And I've been deprived of it for almost a week. This'll pay you back for neglecting me." She pulled the limp worm of a prick into her mouth and began sucking. Her tongue worked over the delicate tip of his prick until he was biting his lower lip to keep from crying out.

She was getting him excited! And in front of his chemistry class! He couldn't move away from her now. Not with his half-stiff prick in her sucking mouth. He was happed as neatly as he could be. And, she had no intention of letting him go.

"The class.. ." he whispered again..

"Screw the class!" Her mouth worked feverishly all over his prick. The once limp cock was rising up from the dead. Half-erect, then fully erect and throbbing bard, she kept it in her mouth. The rod of manmeat pleased her. He had a nice taste to him.

Her tongue swirled around the very tip of his prick. She felt his cock buck and throb with added desire for her. His words might tell her to leave, but his cock was giving her a totally different story. His prick wanted all the mouth love she could give! "Love the taste! Love your cock!" she cooed.

"Damn you! I should never have . . . uh, yes, Jimmy?" he asked one of the students. "Uh, ummm, no, keep going. Skip that question if you, uh, oh God, if you don't know the answer!" His words tumbled and fell from his lips. He was trying like hell to keep the kid from coming around the counter and showing the test problem to him. If the student did, he would see something more fitting to a biology class.

The teacher loved the man's prick to death. She used her teeth to lightly score the sides of his cock. The ugly red smears were quickly soothed by her soft, wet lips. She kissed away any of the hurt she might have caused and left behind nothing but total arousal.

He obviously wanted her to keep going. He stepped forward a half-step and shoved his hips toward her face. He was having a hard time preventing his body from taking control. She didn't mind if he face-fucked her. It would be fun.

She allowed his prick to slip from between her ruby lips. Kissing and licking, she headed for his balls. When she got to the hairy little bag holding his family jewels, she sucked the entire sac into her mouth. Her tongue tormented the trapped balls. She could feel them tumbling around in the thick stew of his jism, trapped and waiting to explode.

"Want more?" she taunted him.

"Stop it. NOW!" "Say something, Mr. Reddy," came a voice from the front of the room. It was all Shanti could do to keep from laughing at the confusion on the man's face as he tried to figure out what to do.

"Uh, no. Just talking to myself. Finish up the test. I, uh I'm giving you an extra twenty minutes on the quiz." There was a tiny, ragged cheer from the class.

And Shanti silently cheered. She would have his prick all to herself for the next half hour! She sucked in his balls and really gave them a tonguing. He had to reach down and lace his fingers through her raven-black hair to keep from falling over. Normally, she guessed he would simply lie down on the ground and let the woman continue sucking on his prick.

He couldn't do that now. He had to stay on his feet. Otherwise, the eager class of students would know exactly what was meant by the sex education term "fellatio".

She gave him the best head ever. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked on the tip of his prick. The acorn-sized glans was actually growing in size as she ran her tongue back and forth over it.

When, she found the tiny triangular flap of skin dangling down beneath the cleft head, she tasAdi the bitter drop of his pre-cum. He was cocked and ready to fire.

She redoubled her efforts on his prick. She tried to stuff her tongue down his piss-slit. Just trying was enough to get them both really excited.

His hands tightened on her head. He began puffing her face in to his groin. He wanted to face-fuck her now. He wasn't in a position to tell her what he wanted. He had to do it all with the motion of his hands.

She allowed him to pull her face slowly down his long cock. She didn't want to gag on his cock, but she did anyway. It took a great deal of skill to completely swallow a man's cock. She was no Reema Lovelace, but she was going to give it a try with this eight-inch boner.

The second time she went down on his prick, the rubbery tip of his glans bounced off the roof of her mouth. She twisted slightly, her tongue a rough, wet cradle for his cock. Then the long, hard, throbbing cock shot down into her throat.

For a long second, she thought she was going to choke again. She kept it down and even managed to massage the underside of his cock by swallowing a couple times. As her Adam's apple bobbed up and down, he let out a deep moan.

A shrill voice from the back of the room came, "You okay, Mr. Reddy? You look sort of pale. You sick?" 

"No, Reema, I'm not sick. Now, f-finish your test!" "Yes, sir, if you say so." There was a ripple of laughter in the class which Adi did nothing to try and stifle. He was too aroused and occupied by the woman sucking on his cock to attempt discipline.

"Admit it, you love me sucking you off in public," she whispered to him. His hands shook as he reached down and lifted her face up to meet his gaze.

"God, I think I hate you more than anyone else in the whole goddamned world, and if you don't get to sucking on my cock, I'm going to go out of my skull!" She smiled at that. He might say he hated her, but he loved the wet, clinging feel of her lips on his prick. And sucking? He couldn't get enough of the blow job she was giving him.

She dived back to work.

Her tongue shot out and circled his glands. The purpled hood of flesh was trembling with desire now. She wasn't quite up to swallowing his entire prick again.

Right now, she was more interested in just giving him the best head she was capable of giving. Then came the man's voice and the words chilled her to the bone.

"Stop! Right there, Jimmy. Hand me your paper. Don't come around the counter." 

"Huh?" Shanti turned and saw the blue-jeaned leg of a student right at the edge of the counter. Another half step and he would be able to see everything. But she didn't stop. She kept sucking on the chemistry teacher's prick. This was exciting. The thrill of discovery made her cunt gush with fuck fluids.

The possibility of actually being discovered sucking off the man gave her mouth added vigor.

"I-just give me the p-paper," he stuttered.

"You don't look so good, Mr. Reddy. Want me to go down to the nurse and see if she has anything to help you?" 

"NO! Uh, just go back to your, umm, seat."

"Are you sure you're okay, Mr. Reddy? You got this funny look on your face. Almost like you were getting a..." 

"Jimmy!" "Yes, sir." 

Shanti was smiling broadly. The thrill of the almost discovery made her all the hotter. She sucked on the man's prick as if she'd never done it before, as if it were a brand new experience for her.

His prick was so damned tast, she couldn't get enough of it. Licking and kissing the sides of his cock wasn't enough for her. As her nose burrowed into his tangled bush, she let her tongue play with his balls trapped in their hairy little sac.

She batted them around until she could feel his balls locked up inside tumbling and lurching in real desire.

Hastily she clamped her mouth over the tip of his prick, afraid he was going to shoot his wad. Through some massive exertion on the man's part, he kept his pearly white jism in.

She loved it. She could suck on his cock all the longer now. His hands guided her raven-haired head in and out with the most seductive motion possible. Her lips tightened down into a perfect "0" that caressed every part of his cock as it slipped into her mouth.

Moaning in pleasure, she made certain she breathed hot and heavy when his bush came close to her face with the hat air slipped and stimulated through his pubic hair. The man's prick jumped a little bit harder every time she exhaled.

"Uh, and now, ummm, class, just pass your t-tests in," he stuttered. "I have decided to let you all go a bit early today" Adi was making a valiant effort to keep from losing, it all right then and there in front of the students and Shanti was doing her damnedest to make sure he did.

That was part of the thrill she was getting.

She twisted and saw the doorknob turning. Another sudden surge of fear seized her by the throat. For a second, she was unable to move. The door opened and in came Mr. Bose. The man started to say something, turned to a hidden person in the hail, then called over his shoulder, "I'll talk with you later, Mr. Reddy. Better see what Ramya wants first," Shanti felt Adi slump forward as the door closed again. They hadn't been seen.

"Go on, class. Beat it!" Shanti couldn't see the students leaving the room, but she could guess what the scene was like.. They'd all be running to be first out the door. She slouched down but not so far that she would let his prick slip free from her mouth.

She was having too much fun giving him head to quit now. At long last, the final student filed from the room. Adi breathed a heavy, sigh in relief and then said, "Goddammit! I ought to throw you but the window, doing something like this to me!" "Don't you like the feel of my wet, sucking lips all over your great big cock?" she teased.

"Dammit, I do! But in front of the whole fucking class? Shit, lady, you're out of your skull." 

"Yes," she agreed. "With lust-for you!" She applied herself even more vigorously to his prick. Her mouth was hotter than a blast furnace. She sucked harder than a milking machine could have. And she was rewarded by the tangy flood of his jism. The first spurt hit the back of her throat. The next she allowed to smear all over her tongue. That gave her all the encouragement she needed.

Sucking harder, she milked the entire creamy load from his balls. He was left with a limp cock by the time she was satisfied.

"God, I wouldn't have I believed it," he moaned. "In front of the whole goddamn class, she gives me a blow job!" 

Shanti leaned back against the cabinet and licked off a vagrant drop of his aim from her face. It tasted just as good as the power she'd felt over the man.