My name is Preeti Sharma. I am 29 years old. I teach English and General Studies at a prestigious coaching institute in Delhi.
My marriage is four years old but my husband is in the army and stays posted on the border most of the time. The loneliness at home troubles me deeply.
In the coaching institute I am known as a very strict and professional madam. Students call me “Madam” and they are afraid of me too. But inside I am a young woman whose pussy has remained unfulfilled for years.
This year in the batch there were two boys, Rahul and Vikram. Both were 19-20 year old college students preparing for competitive exams.
Rahul was tall, fit and a good student. His tall frame, strong shoulders and sharp eyes attracted everyone.
Vikram was a bit naughty but extremely handsome with a strong body. His broad chest, slim waist and muscular arms made him very attractive.
Both of them sat on the front bench in my class and paid special attention to me.
In the beginning I thought it was normal but gradually their eyes began to linger on my breasts, slim waist and round ass.
They stared at every curve of my body even through my sari. The deep hunger in their eyes was clearly visible and it shook me from inside.
One day after class in the evening around 8:30 the coaching institute had become empty. Only I, Rahul and Vikram were left. The whole hall was silent and a light cold wind was blowing through the room.
I was sitting in the staff room checking assignments. My sari pallu had slipped a little and the upper button of my blouse was open. This gave a glimpse of the deep cleavage of my breasts.
Both boys entered. “Madam, clear our doubt,” Rahul said. There was a strange depth in his voice.
I smiled and said, “Sit down, tell me what the doubt is?”
Vikram closed the door and said, “Madam the real doubt is about your pussy.”
I was stunned. “What nonsense are you talking? Get out!” My heart was pounding hard and my cheeks turned red.
Rahul smiled. “Madam we know that even after marriage you are unfulfilled. Your husband comes only twice a year. We both can fulfill you.”
I stood up angrily but Vikram caught my wrist. His strong fingers wrapped around my delicate wrist.
“Madam if you scream everyone will come to know. We just want one night. You are young too.”
There was a strange power in their words. I was protesting but my pussy had already started getting wet.
Rahul slipped my sari pallu away. “Madam your breasts are so beautiful,” he said. The hunger was clear in his eyes.
Vikram opened the hooks of my blouse one by one. My bra came into view. Both boys started pressing my big heavy breasts with their strong palms together.
Their fingers pressed deep into my soft fleshy breasts. I moaned, “No… leave me… this is wrong…”
But my body was not listening at all.
Rahul took one breast into his mouth and began sucking it hard. His hot tongue circled and licked my dark nipple. “These fat breasts of the bitch madam have been craving to get fucked for so long,” Rahul said.
Vikram caressed the other breast and started pinching and twisting its nipple with his fingers. “You slutty whore, you act strict in class but sit with a dripping wet pussy inside,” Vikram said.
I grew weak. “Ah… boys… slowly…”
They took me to the old sofa in the staff room.
Rahul and Vikram together removed my sari, petticoat and panties completely. Now I lay fully naked in front of them.
My pussy was now completely wet, swollen and hungry.
Rahul knelt down. He blew his hot breath on my pussy. Feeling the heat of my swollen pussy, his breath kept falling on my damp folds causing a light shiver to run through my body.
Then he started licking the folds of my pussy with his hot wet tongue. His tongue moved slowly from top to bottom, licking and drinking the juices flowing from my pussy. “Madam’s juicy pussy is so tasty. I used to stare at it in class every day wanting to fuck it,” Rahul said.
His tongue kept circling my clit again and again. He sucked the swollen nub lightly then flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue making my legs tremble.
With every lick waves of pleasure ran through my body. My waist rose on its own and uncontrolled moans escaped my mouth. “Ah… Rahul…”
Vikram stood near my head. He pushed his thick, hard, veiny cock into my mouth. As soon as the hot thick head touched my tongue I felt its salty manly taste.
I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and started sucking it slowly.
Vikram held my hair lightly and pushed his cock a little deeper. “Madam your pussy is very tasty… we both will fuck you properly today. Take it whore, suck it well,” Vikram said.
They fucked me from both sides. Rahul grabbed me in doggy style. He held my waist firmly and thrust his thick cock hard into my pussy from behind.
“Ah… Rahul… slowly… it will tear…” I screamed.
“Let it tear bitch, take my thick cock in your hungry pussy,” Rahul said and started giving powerful thrusts.
My pussy was tight at first but then his thick cock went all the way in and every thrust sent deep sensations. My breasts swung back and forth.
Vikram kept thrusting his cock into my mouth.
Later that night my phone rang. It was my husband calling. I tried to ignore it but Rahul grabbed the phone and answered it on speaker. “Talk to him properly, Madam,” he whispered with a wicked smile.
I was trembling as I said hello to my hubby. At the same moment Rahul pushed his rock-hard cock deep into my dripping pussy while Vikram pinched my swollen nipples hard. I had to bite my lip to stop moaning.
They made me cum many times while I was on call with my hubby. Rahul pounded my greedy little cunt with long deep strokes and Vikram rubbed my clit furiously. My voice shook as I tried to sound normal. “Yes… everything is fine here…” I managed to say while my body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. My pussy clenched and gushed around Rahul’s thick shaft. It was so risky but I enjoyed it a lot.
My husband kept talking about his day at the border while my two students ravaged me. They took turns fucking my slick, pulsing cunt and tight ass. Every time I was about to cum I had to muffle my moans. The thrill of getting fucked by my students while talking to my husband made everything far more intense. I came again and again, my juices soaking the sofa.
The whole night the three of us continued in the staff room. They fucked me again and again in different ways.
Sometimes Rahul lay down and I climbed on his cock taking it in my pussy while Vikram fucked my ass from behind. “Ride up whore, squeeze my cock with your hungry pussy,” Rahul said. Sometimes they lifted me in the middle and filled both holes.
They made me cum many times. Every time my pussy clenched, my body shook and long moans came from my mouth. “Cum bitch, release the water from your pussy,” Vikram shouted.
In the end both released their cum in my pussy and mouth. Rahul shot his hot thick load deep inside my pussy while Vikram pushed his cock deep into my mouth and emptied his cum. “Take it whore, drink the semen,” Vikram said.
I lay tired on the sofa but there was a strange satisfaction in my mind. My whole body was sweaty.
There was still a slight burning pain in my pussy and ass but along with it came deep satisfaction of being thoroughly fucked.
Rahul and Vikram’s thick hot cum was leaking from my pussy and flowing down my thighs. Vikram’s white cum was dripping from the corners of my mouth and its salty taste still lingered on my tongue.
My breasts had turned red and swollen and my nipples were sore from all the sucking.
After that night both boys started staying back after class every day. Sometimes they made me naked on the old sofa in the staff room, sometimes against the wall on the dark terrace of the coaching, sometimes in my home bedroom for hours because my husband was never at home.
Many times they fucked me in the classroom after classes ended. On the empty classroom bench Rahul pushed his cock into my pussy while Vikram thrust into my mouth. “Take it madam, student’s cock in your pussy,” Rahul said.
Sometimes they made me kneel in front of the blackboard and fucked me from both sides. They fucked me while still calling me “Madam”.
Rahul often said while thrusting into my pussy, “Madam this juicy pussy of yours is now our property. We will fuck it every day, you bitch whore.”
Vikram smiled while pushing his thick cock into my ass, “Madam your tight ass sucks cock so well. You have become a proper fucking whore.”
And I called them “My students”. “Yes my students… fuck your madam’s wet pussy and ass hard… tear them today…”
Now I know that two students have completely fucked their madam. My pussy now belongs to them.
Whenever they want they call me and without any shame I spread my legs, show my pussy and beg them to fuck me.
In class I still teach as the strict madam. I give lectures in a serious tone while writing on the blackboard.
But from inside I am theirs — the thoroughly fucked madam of two young boys.