Trembling, her legs barely able to support her own weight, Sneha obeyed, shuffling toward an empty desk near the front of the room. The vibrator hummed relentlessly within her, its buzzing a maddening reminder of the orgasm that had just torn through her body and the stranger’s seed now dripping slowly down her thighs. Each step made the rubber phallus shift inside her, a constant, low-level stimulation that kept her trembling on the edge of another peak.

She sank onto the hard wooden seat, her bound wrists resting awkwardly on the desk’s surface. A boy with dark, intense eyes and a smirk already seated beside her didn’t hesitate. His hand slid beneath the desk, fingers immediately finding her soaked slit, brushing past the vibrator’s base to press two thick digits deep into her still-quivering cunt. “Looks like someone got a head start,” he whispered, his voice husky as he began to finger her with rough, demanding strokes. “But the professor likes us to participate.” He worked his fingers in and out of her, the squelch of her arousal loud even amidst the classroom’s symphony of moans and wet, rhythmic slaps.

Before she could even catch her breath, he’d unbuckled his jeans, freeing a thick, heavy cock that slapped against her thigh. He didn’t bother moving her—just lifted her hips slightly, positioning himself at her entrance. “Hold still, new girl,” he grunted, and with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her anew, filling the space the vibrator and the senior’s cum had occupied. He fucked her right there at the desk, his pace steady and deep, each thrust making the wooden chair creak and scrape against the floor. The professor, still lecturing, didn’t even glance their way. “Note the efficiency of shared resource utilization,” he droned, as the boy gripping Sneha’s hips slammed into her, his balls slapping wetly against her ass with every plunge.

She came again, screaming into the gag, her body convulsing around his invading cock as he continued to pound into her, milking her orgasm with relentless, deep strokes. He came shortly after, groaning as he emptied himself inside her, adding to the mess already leaking from her well-used cunt. He pulled out with a wet pop, tucked himself away, and returned to taking notes as if nothing had happened, leaving her trembling, doubly filled, and more desperate than ever.

The professor finally paused his lecture, setting down his marker. His eyes scanned the room before landing on Sneha, flushed and panting, cum visibly trickling from her used hole. “An excellent live demonstration,” he said, his voice calm and authoritative as he walked toward her. “But let’s examine the effects of authoritative intervention on peak arousal.” He didn’t ask. He simply pushed her forward over the desk, her cheek pressed against the cool wood, her ass raised in the air. He undid his trousers, freeing a long, pale cock that was already fully hard. He spat into his hand, slicking himself, then positioned himself at her entrance. “The subject will note the difference in angle and depth,” he announced to the class, before driving into her with one smooth, powerful thrust.

He fucked her with a slow, deliberate intensity that was somehow more overwhelming than the frantic pounding before. Each thrust was deep and measured, stretching her, filling her completely, his pubic bone grinding against the vibrator’s base with every inward plunge. He gripped her bound wrists, pinning her in place as he established a brutal, unhurried rhythm. “You feel that, girl?” he growled, his voice low enough for only her to hear. “That’s your lesson. Your cunt belongs to this college. It will be used, filled, and displayed. You will take cock, you will crave it, and you will thank us for it.” He punctuated each word with a deep, grinding thrust, and she could only moan in helpless agreement, her body yielding utterly to his expert use.

Sneha's Kerala College Orgy Initiation