The classroom emptied fast after the bell. Rahul stayed behind like she told him. Mrs. Kapoor stood at her desk, adjusting the pallu of her deep blue saree. The thin silk hugged her heavy tits and the wide curve of her ass. She turned, eyes locking on him.
"Close the door," she said, voice low.
He did. When he faced her again she had already unpinned the pallu. It slid down, exposing the tight blouse that barely contained her breasts. Her nipples poked hard against the fabric.
"You've been staring at me all semester," she said. "Think I didn't notice?"
Rahul swallowed. "Yes, ma'am."
She stepped closer, saree rustling. "Call me Priya when we're alone." Her hand went straight to his crotch, squeezing his hard cock through his pants. "Fuck, you're ready."
She dropped to her knees, yanked his zipper down, and pulled his cock out. No teasing. She opened her mouth and took him deep, sucking hard. Spit ran down his shaft as she bobbed fast, tongue working the underside. Rahul grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth. She gagged but didn't stop.
After a minute she stood, turned, and bent over her own desk. The saree was already half off. She pulled the rest up to her waist, showing she wore nothing underneath. Her bare ass and wet pussy were right there.
"Get in me," she ordered.
Rahul lined up and shoved his cock into her pussy in one thrust. She was soaked. He gripped her hips and started pounding. The desk creaked with every slam. Her ass rippled. Wet sounds filled the room.
"Fuck me harder," she growled. "Use that young cock."
He did. He reached around and rubbed her clit while he drove into her. Priya moaned loud, pushing back to meet every thrust. Sweat made the saree fabric stick to her skin.
She straightened suddenly, turned, and pushed him into the chair. She straddled him, saree bunched at her waist, and sank down on his cock again. Her tits bounced in the tight blouse as she rode him. Rahul yanked the blouse open. Buttons flew. Her bare breasts spilled out. He sucked one nipple hard while she ground down, taking every inch.
"Fill me up," she hissed. "I want your cum deep."
She rode faster, pussy clenching around him. Rahul grabbed her ass and thrust up to meet her. When he came he buried himself to the hilt and pumped load after load inside her. She kept moving, milking him until she came too, shaking and cursing.
They didn't stop there. She bent over the desk again for round two, this time with his fingers in her ass while he fucked her pussy. Later she got on all fours on the floor, saree completely off, and let him take her from behind until he coated her back.
By the time they finished the room smelled like sex and sweat. Priya pulled the saree back on, messy and wrinkled, and smiled.
"Same time tomorrow," she said. "Next lesson's going to be even dirtier."