Nymphomaniac milf teacher fulfills her fantasy of fucking her students in the middle of class.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the school day. Students filed into Mrs. Singh’s classroom, chattering and laughing as they took their seats. Little did they know, their conservative, married teacher had a secret – a insatiable lust for the young, virile men that she taught.

Mrs. Singh, a curvaceous 35-year-old minx with long silky hair and almond-shaped eyes, watched the boys hungrily as they settled down. Her sari felt constricting, as if her lustful body couldn’t be contained. She smoothed the fabric over her ample hips and smiled at her students. “Good morning, everyone. Let’s begin lesson 247, shall we?” she purred.

The lesson was on the art of seduction, the coquettish teacher informed them. She explained that to truly understand this concept, a hands-on approach was required. “Class participation is mandatory in this subject,” she winked.

A sacrificial student was chosen – tall, dark, and handsome Karan. Mrs. Singh instructed him to stand in front of the class. “Imagine I’m a potential lover,” she drawled, “tell me what you’d do to seduce me.”

Karan stammered, clearly flustered. Mrs. Singh sauntered over, her hips swaying. “Go on, don’t be shy,” she encouraged. Her fingers traced along his arm, sending sparks through him. Karan blurted, “I’d…I’d kiss you,” as red as a beet.

“Excellent,” Mrs. Singh smiled wickedly, grabbing Karan’s shirt and pulling him close. Their lips collided in a hungry kiss to the class’s amazement. Her tongue invaded his mouth, tasting and teasing.

Next student, Aditya, was called forth. “Show me how you’d get my attention,” Mrs. Singh commanded. Aditya tentatively placed his hands on her soft, supple waist. Emboldened, he let them wander, caressing her bloused breasts. Encouraged, Aditya pinched her nipples through the thin fabric, making the horny teacher moan.

One by one, Mrs. Singh went through her male students, each given their chance to seduce the naughty professor. Hands groped and explored her curvy body, making Mrs. Singh moist and yearning. She was on fire, her sari beginning to ride up her thick thighs.

The boys began to notice the growing wet spot on her white panties. Mrs. Singh grinned as she slowly lifted her sari, revealing the damp garment. “Don’t forget about this part of the anatomy,” she said salaciously.

The most bold student, Rohan, knelt down and abruptly pulled her panties aside, exposing her glistening folds. Mrs. Singh gasped as his tongue swiped along her slit, encouraged by her moans. Rohan’s tongue pushed inside her as the other students watched in mixes of shock and arousal.

Mrs. Singh was beside herself with pleasure, her head thrown back and hair disheveled. One by one, the other boys took turns burying their eager faces between her thighs, devouring her wet cunt. They fucked her with their tongues and fingers until the married teacher was writhing with ecstasy.

Finally, it was time for the main event – the deep, hot penetration Mrs. Singh was craving. She turned to the class and demanded, “I want you all to fuck me. Right now. I need your young, hard cocks inside me!”

Robed only in her sari blouse, Mrs. Singh laid back on her desk and spread her legs. Five at a time, the students worked in groups to satisfy their depraved teacher. One boy remained on his tongue while another pushed his hard cock into her drenched hole. She moaned and bucked against them wildly. The class took turns plowing Mrs. Singh’s aching pussy, changing positions as she demanded.

“Harder! Faster!” she cried, clawing at her jiggling breasts and clamping down on the thrusting young shafts stuffed within her. Lust-veiled eyes rolled back in her head. Her velvet folds stretched around each boy as they frantically pumped into her.

Mrs. Singh was lost in a sea of sensation – slick skin, hard flesh, and pulsing cock within her folds over and over. Wave after wave of powerful orgasms crashed through the horny teacher. Her love juices gushed, drenching the boys’ cocks.

Their collective moans rose to a crescendo as the boys finally reached their peak and erupted inside Mrs. Singh’s quivering cunt. Load after load of hot, milky cum filled the naughty schoolteacher’s womb, the excess leaking out to pool on the desk. Sated for now, Mrs. Singh padded her weary legs together, a dazed but satisfied smile on her face. The classroom exactly as she’d left it, save a few cum stains on the floor and desk. The most educational lesson of the day approached its end, but Mrs. Singh already found herself fantasizing about next time.