Desi Lust Sutras.

Harsh strolled through the park, his backpack heavy with textbooks weighing down his shoulders. He was only 18 years old, a last year student of his pre university.

He was sweet, caring, well mannered, obedient but average at studies. He wondered how he needed to ace the ranking system, for better college selection at the degree level.

That day, the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the path that wound through the trees. He was in his blue jeans, simple green Tees and his undies inside, and the humidity was making him sweat.

He had always found solace in this secluded corner of the campus, a place where he could escape the pressures of college life. That evening, however, something felt different.

As he rounded a bend, he heard voices, soft, sultry whispers that sent a shiver down his spine. Curiosity piqued, Harsh followed the sound, his steps cautious and silent. The voices grew louder, and soon he found himself standing before a small clearing hidden from the view by thick bushes.

Peering through the leaves, he saw Ms. Bela and Ms. Amita, two of his professors, locked in an intimate embrace. Ms. Bela, with her sleek black hair and piercing brown eyes, was pressed against a tree, her saree pallu undone, her saree lifted up to her waist level and her hands gripping Ms. Amita's waist, also with her saree pallu down and her saree also raised until her knees.

Both the lady professors were in their mid 40s, Ms.Amita, was older but no less alluring with her cascading brown curls and sharp gray eyes, kissed down Ms.Bela's neck, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on her exposed skin, kneading her big boobs within her tight blouse.

His heart felt a jolt when Ms. Bela moved her hands to Ms. Amita's blouse, unbuttoning them, and freeing her huge 40 D boobs. Her hands started massaging and tugging her bra down to free her nipples out of the bra.

Harsh couldn't see this at first, he turned away to face the other side. But he was a young boy with curiosity and budding libido. He immediately looked back to see the forbidden intimacy of his teachers.

Harsh's breath caught in his throat as he watched, unable to tear his gaze away. The sight of these two powerful women, so confident and sensual, was intoxicating. His own body responded, a stirring in his core that he couldn't ignore. His hands cupped his jeans and felt a big bulge ready for more action.

"Oh, Amita, aur chodna hai tumhe," Ms. Bela moaned, her voice husky with desire.

"I need to fuck you more."

"Mujhe bhi chudwana hai, jaanu,"

"Even I want to get fucked, darling," Ms.Amita replied, her lips curving into a wicked smile.

"But we should find somewhere more private. We don't want any interruptions." Bela answered cautiously.

They broke apart, their eyes meeting in a heated glance that spoke volumes. Harsh shrank back, his heart pounding in his chest, hoping they hadn't seen him. But as they walked past, their conversation drifted back to him, teasing and taunting his senses.

"Do you think anyone knows about us?" Ms.Bela asked, her voice low and conspiratorial.

"Who cares?" Ms. Amita laughed, the sound rich and full of mischief.

"We're adults, free to do as we please."

Harsh's mind raced as he followed them at a distance, his thoughts a chaotic mix of arousal, fear and guilt. They headed towards the park's store room building, a small old structure tucked away in a shadowy corner. The door creaked shut behind them, leaving Harsh alone outside, his pulse thundering in his ears.

"What the fuck is going on over there?" Harsh thought to himself.

He hesitated for a moment, torn between fleeing and satisfying his curiosity. But the lure of what might be happening inside was too strong. With trembling hands, he pushed open the door and slipped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim light.

The store room was quiet, the space all occupied with unwanted things, except for one small room at the far end. Through the crack under the door, he could see two pairs of legs intertwined, high heels gently hitting the ground, making a sound that was quite seductive to the ears. He could understand that it was some wet skin slapping into each other. His lund (cock) throbbed. Harsh swallowed hard, his mouth dry with anticipation.

"Come in, Harsh," a voice called out, startling him. It was Ms. Amita, her tone amused yet commanding. "We know you're there."

His steps froze at the spot, his heart skipped a beat, blushing furiously, with fear hammering his heartbeats, Harsh stepped forward, his feet moving of their own accord. The door to the small room swung open, revealing Ms. Bela and Ms. Amita, both smiling knowingly with their open blouses showing off their huge tits hanging down like water droplets. Their clothes were disheveled, their expressions inviting.

"Chodoge hamare saath?"

"would you fuck with us?"

Ms. Bela purred, reaching out to stroke his cheek. Her touch was electric, sending sparks through his body.

"Hame ek lund bhi chahiye."

"We need a cock also."

There was some relief in his young mind, Harsh stepped inside, his nerves giving way to excitement. The room was cramped, but somehow it felt perfect, the air thick with tension and desire. Ms. Amita pressed close, her lips brushing against his ear.

"You've been watching us, haven't you?" she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "Did it turn you on, seeing your teachers like this?"

Harsh nodded, unable to speak, his throat tight with lust. Ms.Bela chuckled, her hand sliding down to cup his erection through his jeans.

"Well, then," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's give you something worth watching."

"kapde utaro."

"Take off your clothes," Amita said, her voice seductive.

Harsh hesitated for a moment but then quickly unzipped, sliding his boxers within the shorts, still clothed, but pulling out his cock. His cock was already hard, pointing straight up. Bela and Amita looked at each other and smiled. They knew they had a willing participant.

"Let's start with your tits, Bela," Amita said, reaching for Bela's big breasts.

She started to fondle them, squeezing and twisting the nipples. Bela moaned in pleasure. Harsh watched in amazement as Amita started to suck on Bela's nipples. He had never seen a woman suck another woman's tits before. It was so hot. He couldn't help but reach out and touch Amita's 38D breasts. She moaned in pleasure as he started to squeeze and twist her nipples.

"That's it, Harsh," Bela said, encouraging him.

"Now, let's move on to something more exciting."

Amita stood up and positioned herself over Bela's face. Bela widened Amita's thighs seeing her moist, swollen, clit. She started to eat Amita's pussy, her tongue flicking in and out of her wet slit.

Harsh watched in awe as Amita started to moan and grind her hips. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to fuck one of them. He positioned himself behind Amita and started to rub his cock against her ass, while Bela was eating her pussy.

"Do it, Harsh," Amita moaned.

"Chodo hume."

"Fuck us."

Harsh aligned his cock to Ms. Amita's pussy, pushed himself inside, feeling her warmth and wetness enveloping his cock. He started to fuck her hard and deep, his balls slapping against her ass. Bela was still eating Amita's pussy, her fingers playing with Amita's clit. Harsh couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out of Amita's pussy and started to cum all over Bela's big tits.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, his cum shooting all over Bela's tits. Bela moaned in pleasure as Harsh's cum covered her tits. Amita turned around and started to lick Harsh's cum off Bela's tits. It was too much for Harsh to handle. He couldn't believe what was happening with him. if it was real or a wild dream.

With that, Amita kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth with hungry fervor. Soon she moved behind him, massaging his ass cheeks and moving slowly to his unzipped lund (cock). Bela started eating her young students cum off his hard cock, Harsh moaned into her mouth, his body alive with sensation again.

Bela started undressing him. His pants fell to the floor, and then his Tees. His undies slid down soon after. He felt assaulted and humiliated though he was a willing partner. Ms.Amita knelt before him, her hands wrapping around his lund (dick). She looked up, her eyes locking with his, and smiled.

"Watch closely, Harsh," she murmured, her voice a seductive rasp.

"This is just the beginning."

Ms. Amita's lips wrapped around the head of Harsh's dick, her tongue swirling delicately as she began to bob her head up and down. Bela got up to his lips, kissing him roughly, Harsh's hands instinctively found Ms.Bela's hair, his fingers threading through the silky strands as she kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with his. The sensations were overwhelming, the dual attention pushing him to the brink of ecstasy.

Ms.Bela broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she watched Ms.Amita pleasure him. "Feel good, baby?" she whispered, her voice husky. Harsh could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps.

Ms. Amita pulled off, her mouth glistening, and Ms. Bela took her place, her expertise evident as she took him deep, her throat working around him. Harsh's head fell back against the room wall, his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure.

They switched again, each woman bringing her own technique to the act, one soft and teasing, the other fierce and demanding. Harsh was caught in a vortex of sensation, his mind a haze of pleasure and desire.

"You like watching us, don't you?" Ms.Amita asked, her voice muffled around his dick.

Harsh nodded, his eyes opening to watch the scene unfold before him. The sight of these two powerful, beautiful women focused solely on his pleasure, was intoxicating. Ms. Bela glanced up, her brown eyes locking with his, a challenge in her gaze.

"Come on, Harsh. Tell us what you want," she purred,...

Ms. Bela's hand replacing her mouth, stroking him in time with Ms.Amita's movements as she squeezed his sagging balls gently. It was a new sensation. He was unable to hold in his desires.

Harsh's voice was hoarse when he spoke, "Dono ko chodunga."

"I want... both of you."

Ms. Bela smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "Then that's what you'll get," she promised, her hand never stopping its rhythmic motion.

Soon the store room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the wet slaps of flesh on flesh, and the occasional moan that escaped Harsh's lips. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, each breath a heady mix of excitement and anticipation.

But his teachers didn't allow him to cum just yet. They were yet to finish with him. As Harsh's breathing steadied, the air in the cramped room felt charged with unspoken desires. Ms.Bela stepped back, her eyes gleaming with a new challenge.

"Ready for more, Harsh?" she asked, her voice a sultry invitation.

Nodding, Harsh watched as Ms.Amita turned, her curves enticing in the dim light. She bent forward, bracing herself against the room wall, her hips swaying slightly,

beckoning him. Harsh moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he aligned himself. With a slow, deep thrust, he entered her, eliciting a soft moan from Ms. Amita.

Her body welcomed him, tight and warm, as he began to move, his rhythm building with each thrust. Ms.Bela watched, her eyes dark with desire, then knelt before him, her hands guiding him. Harsh pulled out of Ms. Amita, his dick glistening, and without missing a beat, he was in Ms.Bela's mouth, her throat accommodating him eagerly.

Switching between the two, Harsh found a rhythm, each movement a blend of control and abandon. He fucked Ms.Amita with deep, powerful strokes, then pulled out to thrust into Ms.Bela's waiting throat, her skills unmatched as she took him deep, her eyes locked with his.

The sounds of their passion filled the small space. Moans, slaps of flesh, and the wet, eager noises of Ms. Bela's throat. Harsh's body responded, each sensation heightening his arousal, pushing him closer to the edge.

Ms.Amita, her voice husky, encouraged him,

"Haan, harsh, hum dono ko chodo, kya kar sakte ho dikha do"

"Yes, Harsh, take us both. Show us how much you desire us."

Harsh's thrusts grew more urgent, his body a conduit of pleasure and release. The women, their bodies slick with sweat, moved with him, their own desires evident in the intensity of their gazes.

As he felt the surge building within him, Harsh knew he was close, his body taut with the promise of release. The world narrowed to the sensations, the heat, the primal need to give and receive pleasure. This was more than he could have imagined, a moment of pure, unfiltered connection. And somehow, the rabbit hole of the lust between them only grew deeper.

Ms.Bela, also leaned to the wall beside Ms.Amita, her eyes glinting with mischief, straddling Harsh, her hands pressing against his chest for balance. She leaned back, her gaze locking with his, as she positioned herself, her breath hitching as he entered her pussy, slowly at first, then with deeper, more confident thrusts. The sensation was electric, each movement a symphony of pleasure and power.

Below them, Ms.Amita knelt, her focus intent as she explored Ms. Bela's ass with her tongue, her lips, her fingers. The sounds of their intertwined bodies filled the store room, moans, the slick sounds of flesh on flesh, and the soft, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

Harsh's hands gripped Ms. Bela's hips, guiding her movements, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Her body moved with his, her own pleasure evident in the way she arched into each thrust, her breath quickening, her moans growing louder.

Below, Ms.Amita's eyes were wide, her expression a mix of intense pleasure and control. She looked down at Harsh, her voice a breathless whisper,

"Yes, Harsh, like that... so good."

Ms. Amita, had her own desire building, added her voice to the chorus, "Feel her, Harsh. Feel how much she wants you."

The air in the store room was thick with the scent of their desire, each breath a heady mix of sweat and arousal. Harsh's body responded, each thrust deeper, more urgent, his own release building, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment.

Ms.Bela's body was enjoying the double pleasure, moved with him, her own climax nearing. The sight of her, so powerful, so vulnerable, pushed Harsh closer to the edge. He watched, his eyes locked with hers, as she reached down, her fingers finding Ms.Amita's hair, guiding her, urging her on. With a loud grunt he removed his throbbing cock out of Bela's pussy and immediately cummed over Amita's face and Bela's pussy.

The room, once a place of storage of unwanted things, had become a sanctuary of shared desire, each movement, each sound, a testament to the forbidden intimacy they had shared. And as Harsh felt the surge within him, he knew this was a moment he would never forget, a moment of pure, unfiltered pleasure.

As the afterglow of their initial passion faded, the air in the room remained charged with lingering desire. Ms.Bela, her eyes still gleaming with mischief, leaned in to whisper in Harsh's ear, "You want even more, do you Harsh?"

Nodding eagerly, Harsh watched as Ms.Amita positioned herself on her back on the floor, her legs spread invitingly. Ms.Bela moved to straddle her, their bodies aligning in a sensual dance.

Harsh knelt between Ms.Amita's legs, his gaze fixed on the sight before him. With a gentle nudge, he entered Ms.Bela from behind, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

Ms.Amita's hands were guiding Harsh's movements, moaned softly, her voice a melodic accompaniment to their rhythm. "Yes, Harsh, feel us," she murmured, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation.

Switching positions, Harsh found himself on his back, Ms. Bela hovering above him, her eyes dark with desire. She lowered herself onto his dick, her movements fluid and graceful, her hips rocking in a seductive rhythm. Ms. Amita, kneeling beside them, leaned in to kiss Ms. Bela, their tongues intertwining as Harsh thrust up into her.

Harsh's hands roamed all over Ms. Bela's body, his fingers exploring every curve, every dip, his own pleasure building with each passing moment. As he felt his next orgasm building within him, Harsh pulled out, his dick glistening with desire.

Ms.Bela and Ms.Amita, their faces flushed with arousal, watched as he positioned himself, his gaze locked with theirs. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his release painting their faces with his semen again.

Breathing heavily, Harsh collapsed beside them, his heart full, his body satiated. This was more than he could have ever dreamed of, a moment of pure, unfiltered pleasure.

As he recovered, his eyes met Ms.Bela's, her smile soft now, satisfied. "Welcome to the club, Harsh," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and tenderness. Harsh could only smile back.

"I need to improve my rankings, so I should probably schedule private tutoring sessions with you two," Harsh said shyly.

"Good idea Harsh, maybe your cock can do wonders with our pussies," Ms. Amita replied with exhaustion.

"How, your rankings would improve, with us, Let's plan, Same time tomorrow?"

"Sure," both Harsh and Ms.Bela agreed, that particular day was by all means, the best day they had.

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