22-11-2025, 09:10 AM
Vishnu knelt behind Devika, his hands discovering the delicate curves where her waist flared into her hips. His fingers traced the soft folds of skin at her sides, the subtle creases where her body yielded to gentle pressure. These hidden contours, normally concealed beneath her modest sarees, now exposed to his hungry exploration.
"Such beautiful curves," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation.
His mouth followed where his fingers led, lips pressing against the tender folds at her waist. He kissed each crease with surprising tenderness, his tongue tracing the subtle indentations. The unexpected attention to this overlooked part of her anatomy sent shivers across Devika's skin.
Vishnu grew bolder, sucking the delicate folds between his lips, creating gentle suction that pulled at her flesh. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, careful nips that walked the line between pleasure and pain. Each bite drew a sharp intake of breath from Devika, her body responding to sensations she'd never experienced.
"These little folds," Vishnu whispered between kisses, "so soft, so perfect."
His tongue followed the natural creases where her hips met her waist, tasting the salt on her skin, exploring territory no man had bothered to worship before. The intimacy of his attention to these overlooked curves intensified Devika's arousal, her body humming with unexpected pleasure.
Unable to bear the sensory overload any longer, Devika reached down for Dattu, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him to his feet. His eyes met hers, dark with desire and something deeper—a reverence that made her heart constrict painfully in her chest.
Without warning, she claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss, her lips pressing hard against his. Gone was the hesitant teacher, replaced by a woman consumed with need. Her tongue pushed past his lips, exploring his mouth with newfound boldness as her hand found his erection again. She gripped him firmly, her slender fingers wrapping around his thickness as she began to stroke with purpose.
Dattu groaned into her mouth, his rough hands finding her waist, pulling her closer as she continued to kiss him deeply. Her hand moved faster, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that made his knees weaken. She jerked him hard, her grip tightening with each upward stroke, never breaking their kiss.
Finally gasping for breath, Devika pulled away from Dattu's lips. She turned toward Vishnu who had risen to his feet behind her. His eyes widened as she captured his mouth with the same hungry intensity. Where Dattu's kiss had tasted of experience and desperate longing, Vishnu's held youthful eagerness, his lips softer, more pliant beneath hers.
Her hands moved with determined purpose to the front of his pants. Fingers that had once only held chalk and textbooks now worked quickly at the button of his jeans, popping it open with surprising dexterity. She lowered his zipper in one smooth motion, then pushed the fabric down his hips until his pants pooled around his ankles.
Devika stood between them now, her left hand still working Dattu's naked arousal while her right found Vishnu's hardness through his underwear. She stroked him through the thin cotton, feeling the heat and rigidity beneath her palm.
Vishnu understood her unspoken desire. Without hesitation, he pushed his underwear down, stepping out of both garments in one fluid motion. Now both men stood naked beside her, father and son baring themselves completely while she remained partially clothed in only her bra and petticoat.
Devika took their erections in each hand, her fingers wrapping around their lengths as she began rhythmic, synchronized movements. The contrast was striking—Dattu's thicker, weathered arousal in her left hand, Vishnu's smoother, slightly longer one in her right. Father and son, different yet similar, both responding to her touch with heavy breathing and barely contained moans.
Dattu leaned in from her left, his calloused hand cupping her cheek as he pulled her face toward him. Their lips met in another deep kiss, his tongue immediately seeking hers. Devika welcomed him, her mouth opening eagerly as she continued stroking both men without faltering.
While she kissed Dattu, Vishnu's hands found her right breast. Through the thin cotton of her bra, he squeezed the soft mound, fingers kneading with increasing pressure. He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive juncture where her neck met her shoulder. His teeth grazed her skin before his lips latched on, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
The dual sensations—Dattu's demanding kiss and Vishnu's attention to her breast and neck—combined with the feeling of both men throbbing in her hands, sent waves of pleasure washing through Devika's body. A moan escaped into Dattu's mouth as Vishnu bit down gently on her shoulder.
Vishnu grew impatient, pulling her head away from his father toward him. His kiss was more aggressive than before, teeth nipping at her lower lip as his tongue invaded her mouth. Devika responded with equal fervor, the taste of him different yet equally intoxicating.
Her hands never ceased their movements, continuing to pleasure both men as they pressed closer, their bodies now flush against her sides. The heat radiating from their naked forms enveloped her, creating a cocoon of masculine desire with her at the center.
"Devika mom," Vishnu murmured against her lips as they broke for air, "you are the sexiest woman I have seen. Here in Pune, all women are dirty and won't keep themselves clean. You Kerala women are hot, sexy, and clean."
Devika smiled against his mouth, her hands tightening around both men. "But you Pune men are dirty and pervert," she replied, her voice husky with desire.
Vishnu and Dattu laughed, the sound vibrating through their bodies against hers.
"Kerala women like dirty, low-class men like you," she continued, her eyes gleaming with mischief and arousal.
"And old men too?" Dattu asked, his breath hot against her ear.
"Yes," she whispered. "Old men too."
Dattu leaned forward, pressing his lips against her right cheek in a tender kiss that quickly grew more passionate. Simultaneously, Vishnu gripped her hips firmly and claimed her left cheek, his mouth hot against her skin.
Devika closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation of both men kissing her face. Her grip tightened around their erections, her strokes becoming faster, more determined. Father and son didn't remove their lips from her cheeks, instead beginning to suck and devour her skin with increasing hunger.
Vishnu moaned against her slippery cheek, then did something unexpected—he spat gently on her skin and began licking the moisture, his tongue creating slick patterns across her flushed face. The taboo nature of the act, so intimate and primal, sent a shock of arousal straight to Devika's core.
Seeing this, Dattu followed suit, spitting softly on her other cheek before lapping at the mixture of saliva and sweat, his tongue rough against her sensitive skin. The sensation was unlike anything Devika had ever experienced—crude yet incredibly arousing.
"Yes," Devika moaned, her voice barely recognizable. "More dirty... I like this paan-mixed saliva."
The taste of tobacco and betel nut on Dattu's tongue should have repulsed her, but instead, it heightened her arousal—the forbidden, masculine flavor so different from Rajeevan's meticulously maintained cleanliness.
She turned sideways toward Dattu, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and kissing him with abandoned passion, tasting the earthy, bitter flavor of paan on his tongue. After thoroughly exploring his mouth, she turned to Vishnu, who eagerly claimed her lips, his tongue dueling with hers.
Their combined saliva drenched her face, rivulets running down her cheeks and neck. The wetness glistened in the colored lights of the room, her face shining with their shared desire. This act of marking her, claiming her with their most intimate fluids, broke through the last of her inhibitions.
Between these two men—father and son united in their worship of her body—Devika had never felt more desired, more powerful, more alive. The proper Kerala biology teacher had vanished, replaced by a woman embracing the raw, primal pleasure of being wanted so completely.
"Such beautiful curves," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation.
His mouth followed where his fingers led, lips pressing against the tender folds at her waist. He kissed each crease with surprising tenderness, his tongue tracing the subtle indentations. The unexpected attention to this overlooked part of her anatomy sent shivers across Devika's skin.
Vishnu grew bolder, sucking the delicate folds between his lips, creating gentle suction that pulled at her flesh. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, careful nips that walked the line between pleasure and pain. Each bite drew a sharp intake of breath from Devika, her body responding to sensations she'd never experienced.
"These little folds," Vishnu whispered between kisses, "so soft, so perfect."
His tongue followed the natural creases where her hips met her waist, tasting the salt on her skin, exploring territory no man had bothered to worship before. The intimacy of his attention to these overlooked curves intensified Devika's arousal, her body humming with unexpected pleasure.
Unable to bear the sensory overload any longer, Devika reached down for Dattu, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him to his feet. His eyes met hers, dark with desire and something deeper—a reverence that made her heart constrict painfully in her chest.
Without warning, she claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss, her lips pressing hard against his. Gone was the hesitant teacher, replaced by a woman consumed with need. Her tongue pushed past his lips, exploring his mouth with newfound boldness as her hand found his erection again. She gripped him firmly, her slender fingers wrapping around his thickness as she began to stroke with purpose.
Dattu groaned into her mouth, his rough hands finding her waist, pulling her closer as she continued to kiss him deeply. Her hand moved faster, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that made his knees weaken. She jerked him hard, her grip tightening with each upward stroke, never breaking their kiss.
Finally gasping for breath, Devika pulled away from Dattu's lips. She turned toward Vishnu who had risen to his feet behind her. His eyes widened as she captured his mouth with the same hungry intensity. Where Dattu's kiss had tasted of experience and desperate longing, Vishnu's held youthful eagerness, his lips softer, more pliant beneath hers.
Her hands moved with determined purpose to the front of his pants. Fingers that had once only held chalk and textbooks now worked quickly at the button of his jeans, popping it open with surprising dexterity. She lowered his zipper in one smooth motion, then pushed the fabric down his hips until his pants pooled around his ankles.
Devika stood between them now, her left hand still working Dattu's naked arousal while her right found Vishnu's hardness through his underwear. She stroked him through the thin cotton, feeling the heat and rigidity beneath her palm.
Vishnu understood her unspoken desire. Without hesitation, he pushed his underwear down, stepping out of both garments in one fluid motion. Now both men stood naked beside her, father and son baring themselves completely while she remained partially clothed in only her bra and petticoat.
Devika took their erections in each hand, her fingers wrapping around their lengths as she began rhythmic, synchronized movements. The contrast was striking—Dattu's thicker, weathered arousal in her left hand, Vishnu's smoother, slightly longer one in her right. Father and son, different yet similar, both responding to her touch with heavy breathing and barely contained moans.
Dattu leaned in from her left, his calloused hand cupping her cheek as he pulled her face toward him. Their lips met in another deep kiss, his tongue immediately seeking hers. Devika welcomed him, her mouth opening eagerly as she continued stroking both men without faltering.
While she kissed Dattu, Vishnu's hands found her right breast. Through the thin cotton of her bra, he squeezed the soft mound, fingers kneading with increasing pressure. He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive juncture where her neck met her shoulder. His teeth grazed her skin before his lips latched on, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
The dual sensations—Dattu's demanding kiss and Vishnu's attention to her breast and neck—combined with the feeling of both men throbbing in her hands, sent waves of pleasure washing through Devika's body. A moan escaped into Dattu's mouth as Vishnu bit down gently on her shoulder.
Vishnu grew impatient, pulling her head away from his father toward him. His kiss was more aggressive than before, teeth nipping at her lower lip as his tongue invaded her mouth. Devika responded with equal fervor, the taste of him different yet equally intoxicating.
Her hands never ceased their movements, continuing to pleasure both men as they pressed closer, their bodies now flush against her sides. The heat radiating from their naked forms enveloped her, creating a cocoon of masculine desire with her at the center.
"Devika mom," Vishnu murmured against her lips as they broke for air, "you are the sexiest woman I have seen. Here in Pune, all women are dirty and won't keep themselves clean. You Kerala women are hot, sexy, and clean."
Devika smiled against his mouth, her hands tightening around both men. "But you Pune men are dirty and pervert," she replied, her voice husky with desire.
Vishnu and Dattu laughed, the sound vibrating through their bodies against hers.
"Kerala women like dirty, low-class men like you," she continued, her eyes gleaming with mischief and arousal.
"And old men too?" Dattu asked, his breath hot against her ear.
"Yes," she whispered. "Old men too."
Dattu leaned forward, pressing his lips against her right cheek in a tender kiss that quickly grew more passionate. Simultaneously, Vishnu gripped her hips firmly and claimed her left cheek, his mouth hot against her skin.
Devika closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation of both men kissing her face. Her grip tightened around their erections, her strokes becoming faster, more determined. Father and son didn't remove their lips from her cheeks, instead beginning to suck and devour her skin with increasing hunger.
Vishnu moaned against her slippery cheek, then did something unexpected—he spat gently on her skin and began licking the moisture, his tongue creating slick patterns across her flushed face. The taboo nature of the act, so intimate and primal, sent a shock of arousal straight to Devika's core.
Seeing this, Dattu followed suit, spitting softly on her other cheek before lapping at the mixture of saliva and sweat, his tongue rough against her sensitive skin. The sensation was unlike anything Devika had ever experienced—crude yet incredibly arousing.
"Yes," Devika moaned, her voice barely recognizable. "More dirty... I like this paan-mixed saliva."
The taste of tobacco and betel nut on Dattu's tongue should have repulsed her, but instead, it heightened her arousal—the forbidden, masculine flavor so different from Rajeevan's meticulously maintained cleanliness.
She turned sideways toward Dattu, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and kissing him with abandoned passion, tasting the earthy, bitter flavor of paan on his tongue. After thoroughly exploring his mouth, she turned to Vishnu, who eagerly claimed her lips, his tongue dueling with hers.
Their combined saliva drenched her face, rivulets running down her cheeks and neck. The wetness glistened in the colored lights of the room, her face shining with their shared desire. This act of marking her, claiming her with their most intimate fluids, broke through the last of her inhibitions.
Between these two men—father and son united in their worship of her body—Devika had never felt more desired, more powerful, more alive. The proper Kerala biology teacher had vanished, replaced by a woman embracing the raw, primal pleasure of being wanted so completely.
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