Misc. Erotica Sarala teacher deceived by trust and innocence

[Vishnu1]

Kamala slowly sat up in bed, pulling the sheet around her. She glanced at Vishnu, still sleeping peacefully beside her. A sense of unease settled in her stomach. They had only engaged in casual cuddling and kissing last night, not the more intimate acts Vishnu had suggested for milk stimulation. She sighed softly, realizing they would need to take things further if her plan was to work.

Without waking up Vishnu, she moves to kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Kamala stood at the stove, her hands busy with breakfast, yet her mind was elsewhere - consumed by thoughts of last night's events. She felt a warmth spread across her cheeks as Vishnu entered the kitchen, his presence commanding her attention, but Vishnu didn't wanted to discuss about Last night and make her feel uncomfortable so he wanted to divert the topic.

VISHNU: So,Atthe, have you ever thought about how much Muddu resembles you?Especially her eyes... they're just like yours.
ATTHE: (Smiling softly, she turns to face him) Really? I always thought she looked more like Shruti.
VISHNU: No, no, it's definitely you. In fact, sometimes when I look at her, I feel like I'm looking at a mini version of you.
ATTHE: (Blushing) You're just saying that, aren't you?VISHNU: (Chuckling) No, I mean it. She even has your cute little habit of tilting her head when she's thinking.
ATTHE: (Giggling) Oh, you noticed that too? I didn't realize it was so obvious. 
VISHNU: (Smiling warmly) How could I not notice?
VISHNU: And the way she hugs you... it's like she's trying to absorb all your warmth and comfort into herself.
ATTHE: (Her voice softens) She does love her hugs, doesn't she?
VISHNU: (Nodding) More than anyone else. She's always seeking your comfort, your attention. 
ATTHE: (Smiling fondly) She's my little shadow, maga. Always has been. Always will be.
VISHNU: But sometimes, when I look at you, Atthe, I can see glimpses of my dear wife Sarala in you. Especially the way you tilt your head when you're listening intently... it's just like how she used to.
ATTHE: (Her eyes widening, her voice barely a whisper) Maga... I don't know what to say...
VISHNU: (Taking a step closer) It's almost like having a piece of her back with me.
ATTHE: (Tears welling up in her eyes) Vishnu, do you... do you still miss her that much? Even after all these years?
VISHNU: (His voice thick with emotion) Every single day, Atthe. Every. Single. Day. There's not a moment that goes by when I don't think about her, when I don't wish she was here with us.
ATTHE: (A sob escapes her throat) I...
VISHNU: (Gently taking her into his arms) Please don't cry, Atthe. I didn't mean to make you upset. I just... I needed you to know that she's always with me, in so many ways.
ATTHE: (Clinging to him, tears streaming down her face) I know... I know she is... but it still hurts... knowing that you still grieve for her so deeply...

As Atthe continued to stir the vegetables, tears silently falling onto the stove, Vishnu stepped closer behind her. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His hands gently caressed her belly, his mind filled with thoughts he knew he shouldn't be having. The way her body felt against his, the scent of her hair, the vulnerability in her voice... it all stirred something within him that he had long buried.
ATTHE: (Feeling his arms around her, she stiffens slightly, a small gasp escaping her lips) Vishnu, what are you...?
VISHNU: (His voice low and soothing in her ear) Shh, it's alright Atthe. Let me comfort you. You've been so strong for so long. (His hands slowly caress up her sides) You deserve to feel good, to be taken care of.
ATTHE: (Hesitates, her voice barely a whisper) Maga... this isn't right...
VISHNU: (Gently nuzzling her neck) Why not, Atthe? We're both adults. We both know what we need. (His hands continue to explore her body, his touch firm yet gentle) And besides, Muddu needs her mother's milk, doesn't she? (His large hands slowly cup her ample breasts through her blouse, feeling their weight and softness) Mmm, these are perfect for nourishing our little girl. (He begins to gently knead and massage her breasts, his thumbs finding her nipples and circling them through the thin fabric) Don't you want to make sure Muddu gets the best milk possible, Atthe? (His voice dropping to a low, intimate tone) We're family, Atthe. And Muddu is our world. Isn't her happiness, her health, more important than these societal norms? (His hands roam over her body, exploring her curves through her sari and blouse) And these curves... this body... it's meant to nurture life.
VISHNU: (Gently squeezing her breasts, feeling the warmth emanating through the fabric) Your milk is so precious, Atthe. The best gift you could give our little Muddu. (He leans in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers) Let me help you express it. Let me worship this body that created and sustains our daughter's life. It's only natural, don't you see?
ATTHE: (A shaky moan escapes her lips, her resolve weakening under Vishnu's skilled touch and persuasive words) Maga... if you think it's best for Muddu...
VISHNU: (Sensing her hesitation fading, he presses on, his hands boldly cupping and kneading her breasts) It is best for her, Atthe. And for you too. (He rolls her stiffening nipples between his fingers) You need this release.
VISHNU: (Slowly began to unbutton her blouse from the top, his knuckles brushing against her swollen breasts with each button he undid)  he found her bra still in place - a delicate, ivory-colored  bra straining to contain her ample, swollen breasts. With her breathing they were moving up and down heavily with every touch of Vishnu.
 (Kamala's Her large, heavy breasts strained against the confines of her bra,
VISHNU: (He gently cupped her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs pressing against her stiff nipples through the bra.)Oh, Atthe... you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen... so full and lush... (He leaned in, pressing his face against her cleavage, inhaling deeply.
(His touch tender yet insistent, he slid his hand beneath the cup of her bra, his fingers gently caressing her warm, soft skin before circling and plucking at one taut peak.) "Atthe..." she gasped, her body tensing at the unexpected touch. Vishnu, meanwhile, could feel her slowly yielding, her reluctant submission fuelling his desire. "See, Atthe," your nipples have become so hard Just by my touch, now just imagine how they feel if I suck it? "See, Atthe? Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still hesitating." His other hand slid around to her back, deftly unhooking her bra with a practiced flick of his fingers. The lacy garment fell away, revealing her full, heavy breasts to his hungry gaze. Vishnu drank in the sight, his eyes dark with lust. "You have the most beautiful breasts, Atthe.
"Vishnu's gaze was riveted to her chest, his eyes taking in the sight of her dark areolas and hard, peaks-like peaks. He leaned down, his warm breath washing over her sensitive flesh before he captured one taut peak in his mouth. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling around her areola, as his hands kneaded her heavy globes. Atthe stiffened, her breath catching in her throat as a wave of sensation crashed over her.Vishnu switched to the other peak, lavishing the same attention on it. His hands continued to massage her breasts, lifting and squeezing the heavy mounds. Atthe's knees weakened, and she clutched at his shoulders for support. Vishnu took advantage of her unsteadiness, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her onto the kitchen slab. She landed with a soft thud, her back against the cool tiles, her legs dangling over the edge.
Vishnu stepped between her thighs, pushing them apart to make room for himself. His hands returned to her breasts, caressing and kneading the heavy mounds, his thumbs strumming over her peaks. Atthe's head fell back against the tiles, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the sensations washing over her. She could feel the cool air against her wet, swollen folds, and the warmth of Vishnu's touch on her breasts. Vishnu leaned down, his face hovering over her chest as he continued to worship her breasts. His hot breath wafted over her skin, making her nipples even harder. He opened his mouth and sucked one peak inside, his tongue swirling around it as his hands massaged the other breast. Atthe's back arched off the slab, a little moan escaping her lips as she felt a dampness growing between her thighs. Atthe's moans grew louder as Vishnu suckled greedily at her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple and his hands kneading her other breast. Her body responded eagerly, her back arching off the slab, her legs trembling as she felt the warmth spreading through her core. "Ah... ah... Vishnu...!" she moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him to her chest. Vishnu switched to the other breast, his mouth hot and insistent as he sucked and nuzzled. Atthe's breaths came in short gasps, her moans echoing in the kitchen as she squirmed under his touch. She could feel the evidence of her arousal growing wetter and warmer with each passing moment. "Please... Vishnu... it's too much..." she panted, her voice barely a whisper but her body continued to respond and even she didn't stop him. Vishnu ignored her feeble protest, his touch growing bolder. His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them possessively as he continued to feast on her breasts. Atthe writhed beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer even as she protested verbally. "Vishnu... no... we shouldn't... oh, god...!" she cried out, her voice breaking as he bit down gently on her peak.
The sound of a toddler's wails pierced the air, jolting Vishnu and Atthe out of their passionate haze. Vishnu's daughter, Muddu, had woken up from her nap and was now crying loudly in her crib upstairs. Vishnu immediately stepped back, his expression guilty as he ran a hand through his hair. Atthe quickly covered her bare chest with her arms, her face flaming with embarrassment. "Muddu's awake," Vishnu said, his voice ragged as he tried to regain his composure. "We'd better go to her." Atthe nodded, slipping off the slab and quickly gathering her discarded bra from the floor. As Vishnu hurried upstairs to tend to Muddu, Atthe stood rooted to the spot, her heart pounding as she tried to process what had just happened between them. Her body ached for release, her breasts still tender from Vishnu's attentions.

As Vishnu laid Muddu back in her crib, Atthe sank onto the couch, her body trembling with a mix of emotions. She felt disgusted with herself for the way her body had responded to Vishnu's touch, for the way she had craved his attention and affection. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she berated herself for being a bad mother-in-law, for agreeing to this unnatural arrangement just to cure her granddaughter's illness. Atthe buried her face in her hands and sobbed, the sound echoing through the silent house. She felt like she was betraying her husband and her daughter, like she was engaging in something depraved and immoral. But as she looked over at Muddu, sleeping peacefully in her crib, Atthe's resolve hardened. She had agreed to this for her granddaughter's sake, and she would see it through, no matter how disgusting she felt afterwards.
"Atthe, please don't cry," Vishnu said softly, sitting beside her on the couch. He hesitated for a moment before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know this isn't easy for you. It's not easy for me either," he lied, his voice laced with false sympathy. "But Muddu needs us to do this."Atthe, take a moment to collect yourself," he murmured, his hand squeezing her shoulder.  "I know you're uncomfortable with this, but Muddu's health is our priority." "Promise me you won't back out now." 
Atthe: "I... I won't," she whispered, her eyes downcast. "I know what I signed up for, even if it does make me feel so ashamed."
Vishnu: "Shh, don't cry, Atthe," he soothed, gently wiping away her tears. As he pulled her into his arms, he felt her stiffen briefly before she leaned into him, seeking comfort in his embrace.  "You're the strongest woman I know, remember that," he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple. "You're doing something no one else would dare to do for their grandchild."

Atthe: "I feel so dirty, Vishnu," she sobbed, burying her face against his chest. "Like I'm betraying everyone I love." Vishnu: "You're not betraying anyone, Atthe," he assured her, his hand stroking her hair. "You're a hero, sacrificing your own comfort for Muddu's sake." "And I'm here for you, every step of the way."

Vishnu slowly tightened his embrace, pulling Atthe flush against his body. He felt her relax into him, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. As he rubbed her back soothingly, he let his hands wander lower, feeling the soft curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her waist. He told himself he was only comforting her, but his touch grew bolder, his fingers brushing against the fullness of her breasts.Atthe was too lost in her tears to notice Vishnu's increasing boldness. She simply clung to him, seeking solace in his warmth and strength. But as Vishnu's hands continued to roam, his fingers tracing gentle circles around her nipples through her blouse, she began to stir, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Vishnu's heart raced as he felt her respond to his touch, her body subtly shifting to press herself closer to his.Slowly, Vishnu's hands crept up to her face, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, her cheeks damp with tears. He felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by the desire pulsating through his veins. "Atthe..." he whispered hoarsely, his eyes flicking to her lips. She parted them slightly, her breath hitching as she realized his intent.
"Vishnu...we...we shouldn't..." Atthe whispered, her voice barely audible. But her words lacked conviction, her body leaning into his touch like a flower turning towards the sun. Vishnu's eyes bored into hers, his pupils dilated with lust. "Shh," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "Just for a moment, Atthe. Just a kiss, to make you feel better." Atthe's eyes fluttered closed as Vishnu's head lowered, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, coaxing kiss. She stiffened for a moment, her hands grasping his arms tightly. Then, with a shuddering breath, she kissed him back, parting her lips to invite him in. Vishnu deepened the kiss, his arms tightening around her as his hands resumed their earlier exploration, caressing her through the thin fabric of her blouse.As the kiss grew more passionate, Vishnu's hands found their way to the edge of Atthe's saree. Slowly, he began to unravel her pallu, his fingers trailing along her bare skin as he exposed her midriff. Atthe moaned softly against his mouth, her body arching into his touch. Vishnu took advantage of her distraction to push her blouse up, his hands sliding beneath to touch her bare skin. Her breath hitched as his calloused palms cupped her heavy, milky breasts. "Vishnu..." she whimpered, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder. "Mmm," he hummed against her neck, his lips tracing a path of fire down her throat. He gently squeezed her mounds, feeling their weight in his hands. "So beautiful," he murmured, admiring her. "And so full."

Vishnu's arms banded around Atthe, lifting her off her feet. She clung to him, her arms looping around his neck as he carried her into the nearby guest room. Her saree fell to the floor, a pool of vibrant silk in the hallway, forgotten. He kicked the door shut behind them, his eyes locked onto Atthe's flushed face. "Legs around my waist," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
"Vishnu...please..." Atthe whimpered, her voice laced with desire and uncertainty as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The fabric fell open, revealing her lacy bra. Vishnu's breath hitched, his hands shaking slightly as he reached behind her to unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled out, the creamy mounds quivering with her uneven breaths. "So beautiful..." Vishnu cupped her heavy breasts in his hands, marveling at their weight and softness. His touch gentled as he lifted them, his thumbs brushing against the undersides. Then, his expression turned intent, almost feral. He pressed his palms hard against the tender flesh, kneading and squeezing. Atthe gasped, her back arching off the bed. "Vishnu! It hurts..." she cried, her nails digging into his arms. Vishnu's lips closed around one rosy nipple, his tongue swirling around the areola before he began to suck hard. At the same time, his hand continued to press and knead her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. The dual stimulation sent jolts of pleasure-pain through Atthe's body. She thrashed beneath him, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. "Ahh... Vishnu... too much..." Vishnu's excitement grew with each of Atthe's desperate moans. He scrolled down lifted her peticoat, revealing the dark black panty mound beneath. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, a heady mix of sweet and musky. He buried his face between her thighs, his nose pressing into her damp folds as he kissed her through her panties. Atthe's legs trembled, her hands flying out to push him away. "No... Vishnu..."
Vishnu paused, looking up at Atthe's face as he sensed her body's involuntary response. Her hips lifted slightly, unknowingly assisting him in removing her panties. The lacy fabric slid down her legs and away, fully exposing her glistening, hair-covered mound to his hungry gaze. Vishnu's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her most intimate area, swollen and wet with arousal despite her verbal protests. Atthe's eyes remained unfocused, her gaze distant as if she was in a trance. Vishnu's hungry gaze fell upon her wet, pink pussy, the delicate folds glistening with her arousal. Her small clit peeked out from beneath its hood, swollen and sensitive. Vishnu's mouth watered at the sight, his desire overwhelming. He looked up at Atthe's face, holding her gaze as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her pussy. 
The first flick of Vishnu's tongue against Atthe's sensitive clit made her jerk and gasp, her hands flying to his hair. The sensation was electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. Vishnu held her gaze as he licked again, slower this time, savoring her taste. His hands came up to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he continued his oral assault atthe "You're so wet , umm salty Atthe,.. i feel your urine smell " Vishnu murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "Like ripe mangoes, both tangy and sweet." He licked his lips, eager to delve back between her thighs. Atthe bit her lip ahhhh aweee aweee ahhhhhh, her hips rising to meet his touch as shyness gave way to need. "Vishnu... it's embarrassing..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Shh, let me enjoy you,"
Vishnu's fingers splayed her thicket of dark curls, parting her slick folds to reveal her core. He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her entrance, his tongue delving inside to taste her fully. Atthe threw her head back, her fingers tightening in his hair as she moaned. "V-Vishnu... your mouth... it feels so... ungh!"
Ammaaaaaaaa ahhhhh uffff.   Vishnu ..After fifteen minutes of non-stop licking, Atthe finally pulled Vishnu up, his face glistening with her juices. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with a fervor that bordered on ecstasy and she tasted her own love juice,Her lips moved frantically against his, their tongues tangling in a passionate dance as she poured all her emotions into the kiss. Vishnu responded in kind, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer, his mouth devouring hers. Vishnu flipped onto his back, taking Atthe with him. She straddled him, her hair cascading down in a curtain as she looked into his eyes. Then, to Vishnu's shock, she began to kiss him all over, her lips peppering his face, neck, and chest with fiery kisses. She nipped at his collarbone, soothed the sting with her tongue, then continued her trail of kisses down his body vishuuu it's hard.. it's been ages I have felt it kanooo ufff...
As Atthe continued her shockingly passionate assault, her hand wandered down Vishnu's chest, abs, and lower still. Her fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, the fabric stretching taut against his considerable arousal. Her touch was tentative at first, her fingers flexing uncertainly against the hard bulge. Then, as if drawn by a force beyond her control, her hand began to press down, slowly squeezing and caressing him through the fabric. Vishnu groaned, his hips arching up into her touch as he reveled in her innocent exploration. His voice was ragged as he cupped her cheek, turning her head to face him. "Atthe, darling... please, can you... take me in your mouth?" he asked, his voice low and hopeful. Atthe's face flamed at his request, her eyes darting down to the tented boxers. She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the waistband as if considering his plea. Then, with a shy glance at him, she leaned down and pressed a soft, closed-mouth kiss to the bulge. Vishnu's breath hitched, his abdomen tensing. But instead of lowering his underwear, Atthe merely kissed him there once more before sliding back up to claim his mouth with hers, silently refusing his request.

Vishnu gently pushed Atthe onto her back, hovering over her. He lowered his head to her breasts, his mouth hot and eager against the soft flesh. His hands kneaded the mounds roughly, fingers sinking into the pliant tissue as he stimulated her nipples with his tongue and teeth. Atthe arched beneath him ahhhhh aweeew vishuu, her moans growing louder and more frequent. After about ten minutes of intense stimulation, Vishnu felt the first warm drops of milk bead around her nipples.

As Vishnu continued to press and knead Atthe's breasts, he noticed the milk beginning to stimulate.Meanwhile atthe was gasping with pain when Vishnu forcing the tight squeeze around her nipples, At first, it appeared as tiny beads forming at the tips of her nipples, like dew drops on a morning rose petal. Each time he squeezed the soft mounds, a few drops would emerge, slowly trickling down the sides of her breasts. Vishnu's stimulation intensified, his fingers digging into the flesh as he massaged harder.

The increased pressure caused the milk to begin flowing more freely, no longer just a trickle but a steady stream. Vishnu's fingers, slick with the warm liquid, continued their relentless kneading. Atthe's body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. The milk stimulation sent jolts of pleasure through her, unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her nipples hardened into stiff peaks, aching and throbbing with each squeeze and tug.

Vishnu, his face glistening with her milk, looked up at Atthe with hungry eyes. He bent his head, lapping at the streams of milk flowing down her chest. Atthe watched, her breath hitching in her throat as he drank from her. "Oh, Vishnu..." she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as he suckled at her breast. "It feels so... ungh... you're drinking my milk..."ahhhhh ahhhhhh, yes atthe.. ah finally we did this... Soon Vishnu push is fingers inside her pussy to pressure her ro stimulate more milk and by his immediate attack atthe screamed  aweee slow puttaaa ammaaaaa uffff that was hard uhhhhh continue..don't stop ahhhhh yeahhhhh Atthe's voice trembled with emotion as she spoke, her words muffled by Vishnu's mouth as he continued to drink from her. "It's for my granddaughter," she whispered, her hand pressing against the back of his head, urging him closer. "She needs it so badly..." Her other hand reached up to push another breast into his face, desperate for him to drink more. "Drink, Vishnu... Ahhh.... naughty... As Vishnu continued to nurse at her breasts, Atthe felt her body coiling tighter and tighter. The overwhelming intimacy of the act, combined with the intense physical stimulation, pushed her towards a peak she hadn't known was possible without actual penetration. Every suckle of his mouth, every swipe of his tongue against her swollen nipples, sent her spiraling higher. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as the pleasure mounted.

Her hands clutched at Vishnu's head, her nails digging into his scalp as she urged him on. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking against empty air as the need for release consumed her. The sensation of her milk being drawn out intensified the pleasure, until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. With a final, keening cry, Atthe shattered, her body convulsing with a powerful, milk-driven climax.
Atthe lay beneath Vishnu, her body still tingling from the intense milk-driven climax. As she slowly regained full consciousness, she realized Vishnu was poised to enter her, his body tense with barely restrained desire. Panic began to rise in her chest as she understood the situation. With the last of her willpower, Atthe placed a trembling hand on Vishnu's chest, halting his advance. Her voice was soft but urgent as she spoke, Atthe, her voice trembling with a mix of apology and desperation, reached out with a shaky hand to grab the bedsheet. With trembling fingers, she pulled it up to cover her body, hiding herself from Vishnu's gaze. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she spoke, her voice cracking with emotion. "Vishnu, please... we got carried away. Our intentions were pure, to just stimulate the milk for my granddaughter, nothing more..." "But in the heat of the moment, we lost sight of that. I'm sorry, Vishnu. So sorry. Please, just leave it at that. No more. No other things. Just... just let's just stick to the original plan, okay? For my granddaughter's sake, please..." Atthe's voice trailed off into a sob, her face buried in the sheet as she awaited Vishnu's response, her heart heavy with regret and fear.
Vishnu took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He placed a gentle hand on Atthe's shoulder, his touch reassuring rather than provocative. "Atthe, I want you to know that I understand. We both agreed to do this for your granddaughter, and that's what matters most. I'll be gentle and respectful, focusing only on stimulating your milk flow as we discussed. Your comfort and consent are my priority."

Vishnu comes out, stands in balcony... Kamala this is not over...i still need to stimulate the milk..in the night and at that time..i shall see how you would stop me...