End of session

Alisa and I lingered after our last class in the half-empty classroom. It was already getting dark outside, the building was deserted, and only our voices echoed off the high ceilings. You, Andrei Viktorovich, were sitting at the teacher's desk, shuffling through some papers and frowning discontentedly as you looked at our empty report cards. Alisa was wearing a low-cut knit top with a hint of a lace top underneath, and a fitted pencil skirt that fell just above the knees. She wore suede ankle boots with a sturdy heel. I arrived in a semi-sheer peach-colored blouse tucked into black high-waisted trousers. I wore pumps with a thin stiletto heel. On the table in front of us sat three cups of cold coffee and an open box of chocolates—our modest bribe. "Girls, this won't work," you sighed, leaning back in your chair. "The semester is ending, and you're both failing my class. How are you going to pass it?" Alisa and I exchanged glances. Honestly, we both knew we weren't going to get a pass just like that. I was sitting in the front row, and your words made me bite my lip nervously. Alisa suddenly stood up, walked over to your desk, and, leaning both hands on the tabletop so that the neckline of your blouse became even more visible, quietly said: — Andrey Viktorovich, maybe we could work this out somehow? Individually? There was a pause. I noticed your gaze flicker down her cleavage, but then you pulled yourself together and coughed into your fist. Alice, sensing the moment, walked around the table and stood behind you. Her hands rested on your shoulders. "You've been looking at us all semester," she whispered, leaning towards your ear. "I noticed." I rose from my seat and came over too. My heart was pounding somewhere in my throat, but fear was mixed with some intoxicating curiosity. Meanwhile, Alice was already unbuttoning the top buttons of your shirt, and I saw you giving in. “Close the door,” you said hoarsely. I rushed to the door and turned the key in the lock. When I turned around, Alice was already sitting on the edge of your desk, and you were kissing her. Not reservedly, not teacherly—greedily, deeply. Her blouse was already lying on the floor, and her lace top didn't hide her swollen nipples. I moved closer and stood next to you. Your fingers wrapped around my wrist and pulled me closer. The three of us found ourselves in a single tangle of breath and desire. Alice unbuckled your belt and pulled down your zipper. Her hand slid under the fabric, and a moment later, she had freed your hard cock. I froze, looking at it: large, with a dark, velvety head and pulsating veins. Alice leaned down first and ran her tongue along its entire length—from base to tip. You exhaled loudly, throwing your head back. I sank down next to her. Now we were both exploring you. My lips closed around the head, while Alice gently massaged my balls and traced the shaft with her tongue. Your fingers dug into my hair, guiding the rhythm. Alice gave way to me, and I began to suck deeper, faster, feeling your cock slide over my tongue and touch my throat. With her free hand, Alice was already unbuttoning my blouse, and I helped her unbutton it, leaving me in a thin bra. You suddenly lifted me from my knees, turned me around, and sat me down on the table next to Alice. My trousers flew to the side, followed by my panties. I was left in just my shoes and stockings. You spread my thighs and leaned between them. Your hot breath burned the most tender flesh, and now your tongue was sliding along my wet folds. I moaned, clutching the edge of the table. Alice, wasting no time, pressed her lips to my chest, pulling my bra off. Her tongue teased my nipple, drawing circles, forcing me to arch towards your mouths. "You're so sweet," you murmured, pulling away from my pussy for a second and then plunging your tongue deeper again, caressing my clit with quick strokes. I felt my release approaching, but you suddenly stopped. “Not all at once,” you chuckled. Now it was Alice's turn. You laid her down on the table, right on top of the scattered papers and reports. Her skirt rode up, revealing lace panties and toned thighs. You pulled off the rest of her clothing and entered her. Slowly, drawing out each movement. Alice sobbed, wrapping her legs around your waist. I watched your cock slide inside her, and the sight sent a sweet ache through my lower abdomen. I positioned myself behind you, pressing my chest against your back. My lips traced your shoulder blades, then your spine. I moved lower and lower until I was facing your buttocks. Spreading them with my palms, I touched your tight hole with my tongue. You shuddered, paused for a moment, and then began thrusting into Alice with renewed vigor. I licked and caressed diligently, feeling you thrust back, demanding more. Alice was already moaning loudly, her fingers scratching your back. I lowered my hand to my crotch and began to caress myself in time with your thrusts. You came first—abruptly, with a hoarse groan. I felt the muscles beneath my lips tense, my cock pulsing, spilling into Alice. She cried out after him, her whole body shaking. We froze for a few moments, breathing heavily. You pulled out of Alice, and drops of semen fell onto a record book lying on the table. We laughed—nervously, but sincerely. You grabbed us both by the waist, pulled us toward you, kissing us on the lips in turn. "So we agreed," Alice whispered, playfully running her finger over your still-hard cock. "Are we giving in?" “You’ve almost passed,” you answered, and a new light lit up your eyes. I squatted down and began licking the remnants of your cum off Alice's stomach and thighs. She stroked my head, swaying her hips in time with my tongue. You looked at this picture, mesmerized, slowly stroking yourself with your hand. Then you sat me down in the teacher's chair. I stood completely exposed before you—my legs on the armrests, my pussy glistening wetly in the dim light of the classroom. Alice stood behind you and, taking a small battery-powered vibrator from her purse (it turns out she'd thoughtfully brought it with her to the "exam"), pressed it to your bottom. You flinched, but didn't pull away. On the contrary, you leaned back slightly. Alice slowly inserted the vibrator inside, and you growled softly with pleasure. Your hands rested on my knees, spreading them even wider. You leaned down and sank your lips into my pussy. Your tongue worked quickly, harshly, and rough. Your nose rubbed against my clit, and your fingers were already inside me, moving in sync with Alice's vibrator. "Oh my God, Andrei Viktorovich, who would have thought..." I moaned, clutching the armrests. "You... ah..." You didn't answer—your mouth was busy. Alice smiled contentedly, using the vibrator with one hand and caressing your balls with the other. Her fingers squeezed and rolled them, and I saw your penis fill with blood again. I came first—I screamed, arched my back, drenching your face with my juices. You didn't stop, continuing to lick me, swallowing every drop. Then you suddenly stood up, turned around, and, pushing Alice away, impaled her ass on the vibrator she was still holding. She gasped, but immediately moved her hips, getting more comfortable. “Come to me,” you commanded me. I slid off the chair onto my knees and obediently opened my mouth. Your cock, wet with my juices, slid inside. I sucked greedily, deeply, using both hands. Your fingers tangled in my hair, guiding the pace. Behind me, Alice was already playing with the vibrator, moaning. You took me by the mouth sharply, forcefully, sometimes holding the head right against my lips so I could lick the frenulum. Meanwhile, Alice, having thrown the vibrator on the table, positioned herself behind you and inserted two fingers into your ass. You moved toward all of us—her, me, yourself. The second time, you came slowly, painfully prolonging the pleasure. The first drops of sperm splashed onto my lips, and I immediately caught the head in my mouth, letting the rest spill onto my tongue. Warm, salty liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed, not letting go of your cock, and continued sucking until you froze, exhausted. Alice sat down next to me, and I turned to her and licked the last of my cum from the corner of her lips—she'd managed to catch a couple of drops. The three of us kissed, sharing your taste. Five minutes later, we were already getting dressed, fixing our hair in front of the dark classroom window. Crumpled reports, an overturned coffee cup, and a solitary candy lay in disarray on the table. You buttoned your shirt and looked at us with a new, satisfied smile. "Well, girls," you took a pen and winked at us, "put your record books on the table. We'll be closing the session."