27-10-2025, 06:54 PM
Vishnu stared at the ceiling of his hostel room, a broad smile playing on his lips. Every detail of the afternoon with Devika remained vivid in his mind—her soft mouth enveloping him, her delicate fingers stroking him, the taste of her skin against his tongue. The memory of her breasts pressed against his hardness made him shiver with renewed desire. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined his stern professor would transform so completely, taking him into her mouth with such enthusiasm.
"Ninety-two percent was worth every hour of studying," he whispered to himself, running his hands over his face. He could still smell her on his skin, a faint trace of jasmine mixed with the earthy scent of their shared pleasure.
Vishnu considered telling Pathan about what had happened but quickly dismissed the idea. This was his secret to keep—his special connection with Devika. Sharing it would diminish what they'd shared. Besides, the thought of keeping Pathan in the dark while he enjoyed their professor's intimate attention gave him a sense of superiority that was too delicious to surrender.
"Let him wonder why I'm studying so hard," Vishnu chuckled, imagining Pathan's frustration at failing the test while he excelled. The memory of Pathan kicking the trash can made his smile widen.
Across town in her apartment, Devika stood under the shower, letting hot water cascade over her body. She closed her eyes as steam filled the bathroom, but couldn't escape the images replaying in her mind. Her hands trembled slightly as she touched her lips, remembering how they had stretched around Vishnu, how his hardness had felt against her tongue.
"What have I become?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the running water.
She had crossed a boundary she never imagined possible—not just allowing her student to see her partially undressed, but taking him into her mouth, tasting his most intimate essence. The proper Kerala wife had performed acts she'd never even considered with her own husband.
Devika's thoughts drifted to her transformation in the boys' toilet. She had removed her saree completely, standing before Vishnu in just her blouse and petticoat. She had pressed his bare chest against her, feeling the warmth of his skin through her sleeveless blouse. She had taken him in her hand, learning the feel of him, the weight of him. And finally, she had knelt before him, her lips parting to take him inside.
The water ran cold, but Devika barely noticed, lost in the memory of Vishnu's moans echoing off the tiled walls. Despite her confusion and shame, she couldn't deny the power she had felt. For once, she hadn't been the proper wife waiting for calls from Dubai, the reserved professor maintaining professional boundaries. She had been a woman embracing her desires, claiming what she wanted.
As she dressed in her nightgown, Devika's thoughts shifted to Pathan. His dejected expression as he failed the exam had stirred something unexpected within her—pity, but also responsibility. If Vishnu could improve so dramatically with the right motivation, perhaps Pathan could too.
Saradha's words echoed in her mind: "Keep them engaged, but set limits. Take control instead of letting them control you."
Devika picked up her phone, scrolling through the contacts until she found Pathan's number. Her finger hovered over it hesitantly. The rational part of her brain screamed warnings, reminding her of professional ethics, of dignity, of all she stood to lose. But another part—the part that had tasted freedom in that dirty bathroom—urged her forward.
"It's just to help him study," she whispered to herself, pressing the call button before she could change her mind.
The phone felt heavy in Devika's hand as she listened to the ringing. Her heart fluttered with apprehension, questioning her decision with every second. Finally, the call connected.
Pathan: "Hello?" His voice carried a hint of surprise mixed with sleepiness.
Devika: "Pathan, this is Professor Devika."
A long pause followed, filled with static and tension.
Pathan: "Madam? Why you calling me this time?" His tone shifted to deliberate indifference.
Devika: "I noticed your marks in the last test. Forty-two percent is very poor performance, especially compared to Vishnu's score."
Pathan scoffed, the sound harsh through the phone.
Pathan: "So what? Not everyone interested in studying biology, madam."
Devika: "But without passing marks, you won't complete your degree. Is that what you want?"
Pathan: "Maybe. Maybe not." His voice hardened with affected carelessness. "Why suddenly caring about my marks? Never bothered before."
Devika took a deep breath, Saradha's advice echoing in her mind. Take control, use their desires against them.
Devika: "As your professor, I care about all my students' progress. You have potential, Pathan. You're wasting it."
Pathan: "No use talking about study now, madam. Can't concentrate anyway."
Devika: "Why not? What's distracting you?"
A low chuckle vibrated through the line, making Devika's skin prickle.
Pathan: "You really want to know? I keep thinking about that day in lab. When we were locked together. How your lips felt against mine."
Devika's cheeks burned. "That was inappropriate. You need to forget that incident."
Pathan: "How to forget, madam? I tried. But then I watch videos on phone at night, and I imagine it's you instead of those actresses."
Devika: "Videos? What videos?"
Pathan: "You know... adult films. Started watching after seeing you in college. Now can't stop. Addicted, I think." His voice dropped lower. "When I watch, I remember how you tasted that day."
Devika closed her eyes, mortification washing over her. Yet Saradha's words whispered in her mind again: Use it to your advantage. Make them study.
Devika: "Listen to me carefully, Pathan. If you want to forget that incident, you need to replace it with better memories."
Pathan: "What you mean, madam?"
Devika: "If you score well in the next test—above eighty percent—perhaps we could find ourselves in a similar situation again."
The line went silent. Devika could almost feel Pathan's confusion through the phone.
Pathan: "You saying... we could be alone again? Like before?"
Her heart pounded so loudly she was certain he could hear it.
Devika: "Yes. If you prove yourself through your academic performance. But only then."
Pathan: "What about these videos I watch? They distract me from studies."
Devika swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.
Devika: "Perhaps we could address that problem too. If your marks improve significantly, maybe I could help you overcome that... addiction."
Pathan: "How, madam?"
Devika: "We could... watch together. Discuss what's real and what's fantasy. It might help you see these videos more objectively."
The silence that followed felt eternal. Devika pressed her free hand against her forehead, scarcely believing her own words.
Pathan: "Madam, you serious? You would watch those films with me?"
Devika: "Only if your marks improve dramatically. And only as an educational exercise."
A sharp intake of breath came through the phone.
Pathan: "I'll study, madam. I'll get highest marks in class. Better than Vishnu even."
Devika's shoulders relaxed slightly, though the weight of what she'd promised remained.
Devika: "Good. I'll expect to see improvement immediately. Starting with tomorrow's class."
Pathan: "Yes, madam. Definitely. I'll be there early. Front bench."
After ending the call, Devika sat motionless on her bed, phone still clutched in her hand. What had she done? The teacher in her was horrified, yet another part—the part that had felt powerless for so long—hummed with a strange new energy.
Control. For once, she was the one setting terms. The one with power.
She only hoped she wasn't making the greatest mistake of her life.
The harsh ring of Devika's phone cut through the silence of her apartment, pulling her from a restless sleep. The clock on her nightstand showed 11:42 PM. No one called this late for professional reasons.
Vishnu: "Madam, did I wake you?"
His voice sounded different—not the hesitant student she'd known, but someone with newfound confidence. Heat rushed to her face as memories of their encounter in the boys' toilet flooded back.
Devika: "Vishnu? Why are you calling at this hour?"
Vishnu: "I couldn't sleep, madam. Keep thinking about what happened today."
She sat up in bed, pulling the sheet around her though no one could see her. The darkness of her room felt suddenly intimate, as if Vishnu were somehow present in the shadows.
Vishnu: "I need to thank you properly. For removing your saree completely. For kissing me. For... for taking me in your mouth."
Devika's breath caught in her throat. Hearing these acts described so bluntly made them real in a way they hadn't been before. In the toilet, everything had happened in a blur of sensation and impulse. Now, Vishnu's words forced her to acknowledge what she'd done.
"That was inappropriate," she said, her voice lacking conviction. "We shouldn't discuss it."
Vishnu: "But I can't stop thinking about it, madam. How you knelt in front of me. How your lips felt stretched around me. How you swallowed when I finished."
A strange feeling pulsed through Devika—embarrassment mixed with an unexpected thrill at hearing these acts described. In her marriage, sex had always been a silent affair, performed in darkness, never discussed afterward.
"Vishnu, we can't—"
Vishnu: "I've never felt anything like that before. Your mouth was so warm, so wet. The way you looked up at me while you sucked me... I'll never forget it."
His crude directness should have offended her, but instead, Devika felt a shift inside herself. This new Devika—the one who had performed those acts in the toilet—wasn't ashamed. She was powerful.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she heard herself say, her voice dropping to a lower register. "You deserved a reward for your excellent marks."
The line went quiet for a moment, as if Vishnu hadn't expected this response.
Vishnu: "Did you... did you enjoy it too, madam?"
The question hung in the air. Devika considered deflecting, maintaining some semblance of professional distance. But something about the darkness of her room, the late hour, and the intimacy of a phone call freed her from conventional restraints.
"Yes," she admitted, surprising herself with her candor. "I enjoyed having you in my mouth. I liked the way you tasted."
She heard Vishnu's sharp intake of breath.
Vishnu: "Oh god, madam. Hearing you say that... I'm hard again just from your voice."
A month ago, such a statement would have horrified her. Now, it sent a flush of satisfaction through her body.
"Your dick felt good between my lips," she said, testing the crude word on her tongue. It felt strange but liberating to speak so explicitly. "I've never done that before. You were my first."
Vishnu: "Never? Not even with your husband?"
"Never." The admission hung between them. "You were the first man I've ever taken in my mouth."
Vishnu: "Madam, that makes it even more special. I can't believe I was your first."
Devika leaned back against her pillows, a smile playing at her lips. "You seemed to enjoy when I put your dick between my breasts too."
Vishnu: "Your boobs felt amazing around me. So soft and warm. I loved how you spit between them to make it slippery."
His description sent an unexpected shiver through her. Hearing her actions described so vividly made her relive them from his perspective.
"I wish I could have taken more of you," she admitted. "I tried, but you were too big for my inexperienced mouth."
Vishnu: "The way you kept trying to take more of me... it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. And when you turned me around and... and kissed me there..."
Devika closed her eyes, remembering how she'd explored him with her tongue. "I surprised myself with that. I didn't plan it."
Vishnu: "It felt incredible, madam. I never imagined you would do something so... so intimate."
"Neither did I," she said softly. "Something came over me. I wanted to taste every part of you."
Their breathing synchronized through the phone, both lost in the memory of their encounter.
Vishnu: "When I felt myself between your breasts, I wanted so badly to suck on them. Your nipples looked so perfect. Dark and hard. I didn't get a chance to put them in my mouth."
The image he painted made her body respond, an ache building low in her abdomen. This crude, explicit conversation was affecting her physically in ways she hadn't anticipated.
"Perhaps," she said carefully, "if your next exam scores are even higher..."
Vishnu: "I'll score perfect marks, madam. I promise. I'll study every night thinking about tasting your nipples."
Devika felt her control returning with his eagerness. This was the leverage Saradha had described—the power of desire.
"Good," she said, her voice taking on the crisp authority of the classroom. "Because high achievement deserves proper reward."
Vishnu: "Madam, I'm touching myself right now thinking about you. About your mouth. About your beautiful breasts."
His confession should have shocked her, but instead, it kindled something warm within her. The image of Vishnu alone in his room, pleasure himself to thoughts of her, gave her a heady sense of power.
"Study first," she commanded gently. "Fantasize later. I expect nothing less than ninety-five percent on your next test."
Vishnu: "Yes, madam. Anything for you."
As Devika ended the call, she sat motionless in the darkness. The woman who had arrived in Pune months ago would have been horrified by this conversation. But that woman was fading, replaced by someone who understood the currency of desire and wasn't afraid to spend it.
She lay back down, staring at the ceiling, and wondered who else might respond to similar motivation. Pathan's failing grade flashed in her mind. Perhaps he too needed the right incentive to excel.
With that thought, Devika closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift toward sleep, her dreams filled with the power of transformation—not just of her students, but of herself.
"Ninety-two percent was worth every hour of studying," he whispered to himself, running his hands over his face. He could still smell her on his skin, a faint trace of jasmine mixed with the earthy scent of their shared pleasure.
Vishnu considered telling Pathan about what had happened but quickly dismissed the idea. This was his secret to keep—his special connection with Devika. Sharing it would diminish what they'd shared. Besides, the thought of keeping Pathan in the dark while he enjoyed their professor's intimate attention gave him a sense of superiority that was too delicious to surrender.
"Let him wonder why I'm studying so hard," Vishnu chuckled, imagining Pathan's frustration at failing the test while he excelled. The memory of Pathan kicking the trash can made his smile widen.
Across town in her apartment, Devika stood under the shower, letting hot water cascade over her body. She closed her eyes as steam filled the bathroom, but couldn't escape the images replaying in her mind. Her hands trembled slightly as she touched her lips, remembering how they had stretched around Vishnu, how his hardness had felt against her tongue.
"What have I become?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the running water.
She had crossed a boundary she never imagined possible—not just allowing her student to see her partially undressed, but taking him into her mouth, tasting his most intimate essence. The proper Kerala wife had performed acts she'd never even considered with her own husband.
Devika's thoughts drifted to her transformation in the boys' toilet. She had removed her saree completely, standing before Vishnu in just her blouse and petticoat. She had pressed his bare chest against her, feeling the warmth of his skin through her sleeveless blouse. She had taken him in her hand, learning the feel of him, the weight of him. And finally, she had knelt before him, her lips parting to take him inside.
The water ran cold, but Devika barely noticed, lost in the memory of Vishnu's moans echoing off the tiled walls. Despite her confusion and shame, she couldn't deny the power she had felt. For once, she hadn't been the proper wife waiting for calls from Dubai, the reserved professor maintaining professional boundaries. She had been a woman embracing her desires, claiming what she wanted.
As she dressed in her nightgown, Devika's thoughts shifted to Pathan. His dejected expression as he failed the exam had stirred something unexpected within her—pity, but also responsibility. If Vishnu could improve so dramatically with the right motivation, perhaps Pathan could too.
Saradha's words echoed in her mind: "Keep them engaged, but set limits. Take control instead of letting them control you."
Devika picked up her phone, scrolling through the contacts until she found Pathan's number. Her finger hovered over it hesitantly. The rational part of her brain screamed warnings, reminding her of professional ethics, of dignity, of all she stood to lose. But another part—the part that had tasted freedom in that dirty bathroom—urged her forward.
"It's just to help him study," she whispered to herself, pressing the call button before she could change her mind.
The phone felt heavy in Devika's hand as she listened to the ringing. Her heart fluttered with apprehension, questioning her decision with every second. Finally, the call connected.
Pathan: "Hello?" His voice carried a hint of surprise mixed with sleepiness.
Devika: "Pathan, this is Professor Devika."
A long pause followed, filled with static and tension.
Pathan: "Madam? Why you calling me this time?" His tone shifted to deliberate indifference.
Devika: "I noticed your marks in the last test. Forty-two percent is very poor performance, especially compared to Vishnu's score."
Pathan scoffed, the sound harsh through the phone.
Pathan: "So what? Not everyone interested in studying biology, madam."
Devika: "But without passing marks, you won't complete your degree. Is that what you want?"
Pathan: "Maybe. Maybe not." His voice hardened with affected carelessness. "Why suddenly caring about my marks? Never bothered before."
Devika took a deep breath, Saradha's advice echoing in her mind. Take control, use their desires against them.
Devika: "As your professor, I care about all my students' progress. You have potential, Pathan. You're wasting it."
Pathan: "No use talking about study now, madam. Can't concentrate anyway."
Devika: "Why not? What's distracting you?"
A low chuckle vibrated through the line, making Devika's skin prickle.
Pathan: "You really want to know? I keep thinking about that day in lab. When we were locked together. How your lips felt against mine."
Devika's cheeks burned. "That was inappropriate. You need to forget that incident."
Pathan: "How to forget, madam? I tried. But then I watch videos on phone at night, and I imagine it's you instead of those actresses."
Devika: "Videos? What videos?"
Pathan: "You know... adult films. Started watching after seeing you in college. Now can't stop. Addicted, I think." His voice dropped lower. "When I watch, I remember how you tasted that day."
Devika closed her eyes, mortification washing over her. Yet Saradha's words whispered in her mind again: Use it to your advantage. Make them study.
Devika: "Listen to me carefully, Pathan. If you want to forget that incident, you need to replace it with better memories."
Pathan: "What you mean, madam?"
Devika: "If you score well in the next test—above eighty percent—perhaps we could find ourselves in a similar situation again."
The line went silent. Devika could almost feel Pathan's confusion through the phone.
Pathan: "You saying... we could be alone again? Like before?"
Her heart pounded so loudly she was certain he could hear it.
Devika: "Yes. If you prove yourself through your academic performance. But only then."
Pathan: "What about these videos I watch? They distract me from studies."
Devika swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.
Devika: "Perhaps we could address that problem too. If your marks improve significantly, maybe I could help you overcome that... addiction."
Pathan: "How, madam?"
Devika: "We could... watch together. Discuss what's real and what's fantasy. It might help you see these videos more objectively."
The silence that followed felt eternal. Devika pressed her free hand against her forehead, scarcely believing her own words.
Pathan: "Madam, you serious? You would watch those films with me?"
Devika: "Only if your marks improve dramatically. And only as an educational exercise."
A sharp intake of breath came through the phone.
Pathan: "I'll study, madam. I'll get highest marks in class. Better than Vishnu even."
Devika's shoulders relaxed slightly, though the weight of what she'd promised remained.
Devika: "Good. I'll expect to see improvement immediately. Starting with tomorrow's class."
Pathan: "Yes, madam. Definitely. I'll be there early. Front bench."
After ending the call, Devika sat motionless on her bed, phone still clutched in her hand. What had she done? The teacher in her was horrified, yet another part—the part that had felt powerless for so long—hummed with a strange new energy.
Control. For once, she was the one setting terms. The one with power.
She only hoped she wasn't making the greatest mistake of her life.
The harsh ring of Devika's phone cut through the silence of her apartment, pulling her from a restless sleep. The clock on her nightstand showed 11:42 PM. No one called this late for professional reasons.
Vishnu: "Madam, did I wake you?"
His voice sounded different—not the hesitant student she'd known, but someone with newfound confidence. Heat rushed to her face as memories of their encounter in the boys' toilet flooded back.
Devika: "Vishnu? Why are you calling at this hour?"
Vishnu: "I couldn't sleep, madam. Keep thinking about what happened today."
She sat up in bed, pulling the sheet around her though no one could see her. The darkness of her room felt suddenly intimate, as if Vishnu were somehow present in the shadows.
Vishnu: "I need to thank you properly. For removing your saree completely. For kissing me. For... for taking me in your mouth."
Devika's breath caught in her throat. Hearing these acts described so bluntly made them real in a way they hadn't been before. In the toilet, everything had happened in a blur of sensation and impulse. Now, Vishnu's words forced her to acknowledge what she'd done.
"That was inappropriate," she said, her voice lacking conviction. "We shouldn't discuss it."
Vishnu: "But I can't stop thinking about it, madam. How you knelt in front of me. How your lips felt stretched around me. How you swallowed when I finished."
A strange feeling pulsed through Devika—embarrassment mixed with an unexpected thrill at hearing these acts described. In her marriage, sex had always been a silent affair, performed in darkness, never discussed afterward.
"Vishnu, we can't—"
Vishnu: "I've never felt anything like that before. Your mouth was so warm, so wet. The way you looked up at me while you sucked me... I'll never forget it."
His crude directness should have offended her, but instead, Devika felt a shift inside herself. This new Devika—the one who had performed those acts in the toilet—wasn't ashamed. She was powerful.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she heard herself say, her voice dropping to a lower register. "You deserved a reward for your excellent marks."
The line went quiet for a moment, as if Vishnu hadn't expected this response.
Vishnu: "Did you... did you enjoy it too, madam?"
The question hung in the air. Devika considered deflecting, maintaining some semblance of professional distance. But something about the darkness of her room, the late hour, and the intimacy of a phone call freed her from conventional restraints.
"Yes," she admitted, surprising herself with her candor. "I enjoyed having you in my mouth. I liked the way you tasted."
She heard Vishnu's sharp intake of breath.
Vishnu: "Oh god, madam. Hearing you say that... I'm hard again just from your voice."
A month ago, such a statement would have horrified her. Now, it sent a flush of satisfaction through her body.
"Your dick felt good between my lips," she said, testing the crude word on her tongue. It felt strange but liberating to speak so explicitly. "I've never done that before. You were my first."
Vishnu: "Never? Not even with your husband?"
"Never." The admission hung between them. "You were the first man I've ever taken in my mouth."
Vishnu: "Madam, that makes it even more special. I can't believe I was your first."
Devika leaned back against her pillows, a smile playing at her lips. "You seemed to enjoy when I put your dick between my breasts too."
Vishnu: "Your boobs felt amazing around me. So soft and warm. I loved how you spit between them to make it slippery."
His description sent an unexpected shiver through her. Hearing her actions described so vividly made her relive them from his perspective.
"I wish I could have taken more of you," she admitted. "I tried, but you were too big for my inexperienced mouth."
Vishnu: "The way you kept trying to take more of me... it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. And when you turned me around and... and kissed me there..."
Devika closed her eyes, remembering how she'd explored him with her tongue. "I surprised myself with that. I didn't plan it."
Vishnu: "It felt incredible, madam. I never imagined you would do something so... so intimate."
"Neither did I," she said softly. "Something came over me. I wanted to taste every part of you."
Their breathing synchronized through the phone, both lost in the memory of their encounter.
Vishnu: "When I felt myself between your breasts, I wanted so badly to suck on them. Your nipples looked so perfect. Dark and hard. I didn't get a chance to put them in my mouth."
The image he painted made her body respond, an ache building low in her abdomen. This crude, explicit conversation was affecting her physically in ways she hadn't anticipated.
"Perhaps," she said carefully, "if your next exam scores are even higher..."
Vishnu: "I'll score perfect marks, madam. I promise. I'll study every night thinking about tasting your nipples."
Devika felt her control returning with his eagerness. This was the leverage Saradha had described—the power of desire.
"Good," she said, her voice taking on the crisp authority of the classroom. "Because high achievement deserves proper reward."
Vishnu: "Madam, I'm touching myself right now thinking about you. About your mouth. About your beautiful breasts."
His confession should have shocked her, but instead, it kindled something warm within her. The image of Vishnu alone in his room, pleasure himself to thoughts of her, gave her a heady sense of power.
"Study first," she commanded gently. "Fantasize later. I expect nothing less than ninety-five percent on your next test."
Vishnu: "Yes, madam. Anything for you."
As Devika ended the call, she sat motionless in the darkness. The woman who had arrived in Pune months ago would have been horrified by this conversation. But that woman was fading, replaced by someone who understood the currency of desire and wasn't afraid to spend it.
She lay back down, staring at the ceiling, and wondered who else might respond to similar motivation. Pathan's failing grade flashed in her mind. Perhaps he too needed the right incentive to excel.
With that thought, Devika closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift toward sleep, her dreams filled with the power of transformation—not just of her students, but of herself.
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