As Shalini woke in the hazy glow of morning, the memory of the night before flooded her mind — the way she had made herself tremble, fingers circling frantically, picturing Ayu's hungry tongue. A faint, hot blush crept across her cheeks as she pulled the bedsheet over herself, hiding the ache that still tingled between her thighs.
She slipped out of bed, padded to the bathroom, and stood under the cool water, trying to steady her breath. But the water couldn't wash away the deep, needy heat curling low in her belly.
By the time she stepped out, wrapped in a thin towel, she had decided to look normal — like any other day. She dressed carefully, smoothing down her hair, applying a tiny dot of sindoor at her hairline, reminding herself she was still Avi's mother, a teacher. A woman with boundaries.
But even that reminder felt paper-thin.
In the kitchen, she poured tea into a small steel glass, her hands still trembling.
If I go with Malika, she thought, I can finally let Ayu worship me however he wants — in the open, no shame…
Her thighs squeezed together, a warm rush flooding through her as she poured milk into Avi's cup.
That was when Avi appeared, stretching, half-asleep, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Good morning, Maa," he mumbled into her back.
Shalini smiled and patted his head. "Go freshen up, betu. I have to leave for school — today is the last day before their holiday, and I need to give Ravi and Prayush their project work."
But Avi held her tighter, refusing to let go. "Maa, if you don't say yes to Malika aunty's invitation, I won't let you go! I'll keep hugging you right here."
Shalini laughed softly, swatting the back of his head. "Nonsense! Move, Avi!"
He only squeezed tighter, repeating, "Promise you'll say yes!"
As he clung to her, Malika's teasing words played in her mind — Shalu, at my village mela, you can be worshipped without fear.
And here was Avi, basically forcing her hand with his silly stubbornness.
Her heart fluttered.
"Fine," she sighed, masking a tiny smile, "we'll go, alright? Happy?"
Avi grinned and kissed her on the cheek before running off to shower.
Shalini looked at the clock — nearly half past eight. "Look how late you've made me, betu!" she called after him. "Eat the breakfast I left, I'm going now."
She hurried back to her room, glancing once toward Avi's closed door. A bold plan rose inside her — if she was going to leave with Malika, she owed Ravi and Prayush something before disappearing.
Her hands shook as she picked out an outfit: a skin-tight, see-through white kurti with a deep neckline that clung to every curve, paired with almost transparent black leggings. Over that, she threw on a loose, unbuttoned cardigan to hide the worst of it.
This will do, she told herself, cheeks flushing hot.
After scribbling a small note for Avi — Going to school, will return after lunch, don't worry — she slipped out.
After reaching school, Shalini first went to the principal's office. She explained that she would be going out of town and would not be able to check the exam copies. Handing him her leave application, she told a small lie — that her elder sister Malika had come to take her and her son Avi to their home village for a seven-day puja.
The principal listened calmly, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, Shalini ma'am, you can go with your sister. I'll assign another teacher to check your class's exam copies."
Shalini thanked him politely and walked out of the principal's office.
The school day moved in a blur: class after class, project after project, the usual chatter. Ravi and Prayush tried to catch her eyes several times, their gazes drinking in her barely hidden curves.
Finally, as the last period ended, Shalini walked past Ravi's desk, brushing her fingertips across his hand. In a low whisper, she said, "Come with Prayush and meet me in the old building, third-floor girls' toilet. Wait there. Don't be late."
Ravi's eyes went wide, pupils blowing dark, as he nodded eagerly.
Shalini turned away, letting a wicked, secret smile curl across her lips. A small reward for their devotion, she thought. Before I go to Malika's village, I'll let them taste me one more time.
Her heartbeat thundered as she moved toward the staff room, pretending to gather papers while planning every sinful detail in her mind.
Shalini waited for the halls to empty, listening to the distant chatter of students pouring out toward the front gate. The old building stood quiet, almost abandoned, its faded pink paint peeling and water stains climbing up the walls.
She walked slowly up the staircase, her heart beating fast. Each step made the thin fabric of her leggings tighten around her thighs, a delicious reminder of how nearly see-through they were. Her breath came shallower as she pushed the girls' toilet door open — paint flaking, a single faint bulb flickering above.
Inside, Ravi and Prayush stood exactly where she'd ordered them to, backs straight, eyes filled with that same hungry devotion.
"Ma'am," Ravi breathed, voice trembling, "you came."
Shalini gave a tiny nod, closing the toilet door behind her with a soft click.
"You two…" she started, letting her cardigan slip off one shoulder, exposing the deep neckline of her transparent kurti, "should have something to remember me by."
Their gazes dropped instantly to her exposed curves. Ravi swallowed audibly; Prayush looked almost faint, hands twitching to touch.
"On your knees," Shalini commanded, voice firm but low, letting the dominant note slip in — the one Malika had taught her to wield like a queen.
The boys obeyed, sinking to the cracked bathroom tiles, eyes wide with reverence.
Slowly, teasingly, Shalini hiked the hem of her kurti up, revealing the lacy red thong barely covering her mound. She saw both boys' faces change, their lips parting with silent awe, heat flooding their eyes.
"Worship," she whispered.
Ravi moved first, leaning forward, burying his face against her thigh, nose brushing the edge of the thong. He inhaled shakily, moaning just from her scent. Prayush's lips kissed the other side, barely grazing her skin, while his hands trailed up her calves to rest at her hips.
Shalini sighed, letting her head fall back against the wall, closing her eyes.
They began softly at first — Ravi's mouth on her inner thigh, hot and wet, kissing up dangerously close to the thong's edge, while Prayush's lips moved around her knee, working upward in worshipful circles.
She opened her eyes, watching them from above, loving how they trembled for her, how they needed permission for every touch.
"Do it properly," she commanded again, pushing Ravi's head closer. He took the hint, finally pressing his lips against the damp fabric of her thong, breathing in her heat. A helpless whimper slipped from her throat, making Prayush's hands dig into her hips, steadying her.
Shalini let out a trembling moan, hips rocking forward against Ravi's mouth, letting him nuzzle, letting him taste. She felt his tongue slip through the thin fabric, grazing her slick folds, making her knees buckle.
"Good boy," she gasped, one hand tangled in his hair, pressing him deeper while Prayush kissed up her belly, worshipping every exposed inch.
The cracked, abandoned mirror in front of them showed everything — the sight of her standing there, half-naked, two of her own students kneeling, their lips worshipping her without shame.
It made her wetter than she wanted to admit.
She leaned back against the cracked wall, catching her breath, letting the aftershocks of their worship roll through her.
For long moments, she let them taste her through the thong, their eager tongues lapping, their breath hot against her soaked cloth, making her shudder with each flick. When she couldn't bear it anymore, she pulled back, breathing hard, thighs shaking.
She looked down at their worshipful, hungry faces — Ravi's lips still parted, Prayush's eyes blown wide with need. A deep, reckless heat surged through her. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her tight kurti and peeled it up over her head, letting the thin cotton slide away, baring her sweat-damp bra with its deep neckline that barely contained her breasts. The transparent leggings clung so tightly they looked painted on, her red thong clearly visible underneath.
She stood there between them, powerful, trembling, feral.
Her fingers came to rest on each boy's head, a gentle but commanding touch. Her voice dropped, hoarse and teasing, almost a purr.
"Continue, my babies," she whispered, "you can do anything you want with me today… my flower, my peach… anything you choose, I will let you."
For a moment they froze, almost shocked, then the hunger took over. Ravi's hands flew to her waist, tugging at the band of her leggings, while Prayush pushed closer, burying his face against the softness of her belly. Ravi carefully pulled the leggings down, inch by inch, until they bunched around her knees, exposing her thong and the glistening wetness beneath.
Prayush let out a strangled moan and kissed the mound through the flimsy lace, his hot breath making her thighs quiver again. Ravi, emboldened, slipped his fingers along the side of her thong, dragging it aside until her slick folds were fully exposed, glistening for them in the flickering light.
Shalini gasped as the cool air touched her, then moaned outright when Ravi pressed his tongue right against her opening, bold and wet, lapping from base to tip. Prayush joined in moments later, their tongues overlapping, sharing her taste, sending bright shocks of pleasure straight through her spine.
Her hips rocked forward helplessly, needing more, needing them deeper. She grabbed their hair, one boy in each hand, pulling them closer until they had no choice but to bury themselves against her completely. Their eager mouths worked in sync — Ravi teasing her bud with gentle, flicking motions, Prayush dipping lower to gather her dripping arousal on his tongue.
Shalini's breath turned ragged, knees threatening to buckle, pleasure sparking hot and fast.
"Ah…yes…my sweet boys…" she whimpered, rocking her hips again, coating their lips with her nectar.
She could feel the shame somewhere, buried, but it was small, drowned under the tidal wave of heat and worship. These were her boys, her secret toys, and she wanted to feed them every inch of her desire.
When Ravi slid two tentative fingers along her entrance, she let out a loud moan and spread her legs wider, bracing herself against the tiled wall. Prayush took the cue and began to suck on her swollen bud with sweet, greedy pressure, drawing out deep, broken cries from her throat.
She could hardly think — only feel.
Their mouths, their tongues, their worship, the dirty thrill of letting them see everything, taste everything, made her mind splinter and blur. The pleasure built higher and higher, pulsing out through her belly, making her toes curl, until it exploded — a wild, tearing orgasm that left her sobbing and shaking, pressing their heads to her soaked folds as if she could drown them in her release.
She held them there, breathing raggedly, letting them taste every drop.
When the aftershocks finally ebbed, she released their hair gently, her legs still trembling, sweat dripping down her chest between the cups of her bra.
"Good boys," she whispered, voice hoarse and raw, "such…good boys…"
They looked up, lips glistening, faces shining with worship, and she felt a wave of twisted affection and power roll through her.
Slowly, she pulled her thong back in place, ignoring how wet it was, and stepped out of the puddled leggings. She kissed each boy on the forehead, a goddess blessing her faithful.
As Ravi and Prayush began to gather their bags and turn toward the broken door, still flushed and blinking in a daze, Shalini's voice stopped them cold.
"Wait."
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