22-11-2025, 10:43 PM
Dattu sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a heightening of tension that signaled the moment was right. His weathered hand traced the curve of Devika's jaw, tilting her face upward to meet his gaze. Her eyes, hazy with desire, focused on him with effort.
"I want to feel your mouth," he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Like you did for my son in the college toilet."
Devika's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in surprise. She glanced between father and son, their naked forms towering on either side of her partially clothed body. Her fingers still encircled their erections, the warmth and rigidity pulsing beneath her palms.
"I never..." she began, her voice trailing off as she considered the request. "I've never done this before. Sucking two men at the same time."
A faint blush colored her cheeks as she continued, "Your son was the first man I ever took in my mouth." The admission hung in the air between them, charged with forbidden intimacy.
Dattu's thumb traced her lower lip, pressing slightly against the soft flesh. "There's always a first time for everything," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Isn't that what you teach in Biology? Evolution? Adaptation?"
Vishnu's hand settled on her shoulder, fingers kneading the tense muscles at the base of her neck. "You loved it when you did it for me," he reminded her, his voice low and persuasive. "You moaned around me, remember?"
The memory of their encounter in the college toilet flashed vividly through Devika's mind—the cramped space, the illicit thrill, the way Vishnu had trembled under her touch. The recollection sent a fresh wave of heat between her thighs.
With deliberate slowness, Devika lowered herself before them, sinking to her knees on the cool tile floor. She remained in her petticoat, the white fabric pooling around her legs, while her bra cupped her breasts, the simple cotton somehow more enticing than the most elaborate lingerie.
From this new vantage point, she looked up at father and son standing side by side, their erections at eye level, still gripped firmly in her hands. They stared down at her with matching expressions of awe and hunger, two generations united in their desire.
Dattu and Vishnu exchanged a brief glance, a silent communication passing between them. Both smiled—not the predatory grin of conquest but something deeper, more reverential, as if witnessing something sacred.
Devika's position, kneeling before them with her cleavage clearly visible above the modest cotton bra, ignited something primal in both men. Their arousal visibly intensified, hardening further in her grip as a drop of moisture gathered at each tip.
She studied them with clinical curiosity, these male organs so different yet similar—Dattu's thicker, darker, bearing the weathered texture that matched his calloused hands; Vishnu's slightly longer, smoother, with the unmarked vigor of youth. Father and son, their most intimate parts entrusted to her hands.
Devika drew them closer, positioning both erections near her face. She closed her eyes briefly, inhaling their scent—musky, earthy, undeniably masculine. The smell that should have repelled her instead awakened something primitive within her, a feminine response to raw maleness.
"You both smell so different from my husband," she whispered, her breath warm against their sensitive skin. "So much more... real."
Without further hesitation, she leaned forward, her lips pressing a gentle kiss to Dattu's tip. She lingered there, allowing her mouth to soften and wrap around the head briefly before releasing him. The taste was unfamiliar yet not unpleasant—salty with a hint of bitterness.
"Aaaah," Dattu groaned, his weathered face contorting with pleasure. "Your lips... so soft... like pillows."
The simple praise sent an unexpected thrill through Devika. She turned her attention to Vishnu, repeating the same gentle kiss to his tip, her lips enveloping the head momentarily before pulling away.
"Oh god, Mom," Vishnu moaned, his hips involuntarily pushing forward. "Your mouth feels like heaven."
Devika smiled up at Dattu, a newfound confidence lighting her features. The power of reducing these men to quivering need with just her lips was intoxicating. She leaned toward him again, this time extending her tongue to lick delicately across his tip, tracing the small slit at the center.
Dattu's reaction was immediate and visceral—his entire body shuddered, a deep groan tearing from his throat as his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Fuck," he gasped, the crude word carrying more reverence than curse. "I'm already close... just from that."
His response fueled her boldness. Devika flattened her tongue and lashed it across his sensitive head, painting wet circles around the ridge before placing a series of feather-light kisses across the surface. Each touch of her lips drew another groan from Dattu's throat, his breathing growing increasingly ragged.
She then turned to Vishnu, repeating the same attentions—her tongue exploring his contours, her lips pressing gentle kisses to his most sensitive areas. Vishnu's reaction mirrored his father's, his body trembling under her ministrations.
"Your penises feel so different," Devika observed, her academic nature emerging even in this most intimate moment. "Dattu's is thicker, warmer. Vishnu's is smoother, slightly cooler to the touch."
Her clinical assessment, delivered in her teacher's voice while kneeling before them half-naked, heightened the erotic contrast of the situation.
"And which do you prefer, teacher?" Dattu asked, his voice strained with need.
Devika considered the question seriously, her hands continuing to stroke them both. "Each has its own appeal," she finally answered. "Like different musical instruments creating unique sounds but equally beautiful music."
With newfound boldness, she gathered saliva in her mouth, then deliberately let it drip onto Dattu's erection. The clear fluid coated his skin, glistening in the colored lights. Using her hand, she spread the moisture along his length, creating a slippery surface that allowed her fingers to glide more easily.
"Now you're ready," she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Without further preamble, she took him into her mouth properly, her lips stretching around his girth as she drew him deeper. The sensation of fullness, of being so completely connected to this man, sent a shock of arousal through her body. She began to move, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm as her hand continued working the base where her mouth couldn't reach.
From above, the sight was mesmerizing—Devika on her knees, her mouth filled with Dattu while her hand continued stroking Vishnu, her breasts jiggling slightly with each forward movement. The modest white bra, now damp with perspiration, clung to her curves, revealing more than it concealed.
"Look at her," Vishnu whispered to his father, his voice thick with awe. "Her breasts moving while she sucks you."
Dattu could only grunt in response, his ability for coherent speech temporarily suspended by the wet heat of Devika's mouth. His hand moved to her hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, not guiding but simply maintaining contact, as if needing to anchor himself to reality.
Devika withdrew from Dattu with a wet sound, her lips glistening with saliva and his fluids. She turned her attention to Vishnu, gathering moisture in her mouth once more before allowing it to drip onto his erection. As she had done with Dattu, she spread the wetness along his length, preparing him for her mouth.
"I love the smell of both of you," she confessed, her voice barely audible as she inhaled deeply near Vishnu's arousal. "So masculine, so raw."
With practiced ease—the result of their previous encounters—she took Vishnu into her mouth, her technique already tailored to his preferences. Where Dattu required slow, deep attention, Vishnu responded better to faster, more focused movements on the sensitive head.
Both men moaned in unison as she alternated between them, spending a minute with Dattu before switching to Vishnu, then back again. Their bodies tensed and relaxed in a primal rhythm, following the lead of her mouth and hands.
The sounds they made—deep, guttural expressions of pleasure—filled the small apartment, creating a symphony of male satisfaction. Devika found herself responding to their vocalizations, each groan and gasp spurring her to greater efforts.
"I love hearing both of you," she admitted during a brief pause, her lips red and slightly swollen from her exertions. "Father and son moaning because of me."
She varied her technique with each transition, exploring different approaches to discover what pleased them most. For Dattu, she flattened her tongue and lashed it along the underside of his length, following the prominent vein from base to tip in long, wet strokes. The texture of her tongue against his sensitive skin drew gasps and muttered praises from the older man.
With Vishnu, she pursed her lips tightly, creating a firm ring that she moved just over the head and first inch, focusing intense sensation on the most responsive area. His reaction was immediate—his hips bucking involuntarily, seeking deeper entry that she deliberately denied.
"You're learning too quickly," Vishnu groaned, his voice strained. "Too good at this already."
The praise emboldened her further. Taking Dattu's erection in hand, she pressed it against her cheek, rubbing the moistened length against her skin in slow circles. The contrast of his rigid hardness against her soft cheek created an intensely intimate connection, more personal somehow than even having him in her mouth.
Dattu watched in fascination as she moved his manhood across her face, using it to trace patterns on her skin. "This is what men dream about," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. "Using our... parts... to mark a beautiful woman's face."
Devika smiled up at him, understanding the primal nature of the act. She turned slightly, allowing him to tap his erection gently against her cheek, each light impact sending a jolt of arousal through both of them.
She then turned to Vishnu, kissing the length of his shaft before puckering her lips against his tip. The sensation of his smooth skin against her lips made her moan softly. Vishnu reached down, his fingers brushing her face with unexpected tenderness.
"Beat it on my lips," she whispered, surprising herself with the request.
Vishnu's eyes widened slightly before he complied, taking himself in hand and gently tapping his erection against her pursed lips. Each light impact transferred moisture from his tip to her mouth, creating a glistening connection between them.
The sight of Devika kneeling before them, willingly accepting such intimate attention from both father and son, was more than either man had dared hope for. They exchanged another glance over her head—not of triumph but of shared wonder, as if they couldn't quite believe the reality of the moment.
Devika pulled back slightly, observing their reactions with a mixture of scientific curiosity and feminine pride. Her lips shone with their combined fluids, her cheeks flushed with exertion and arousal. The proper Kerala professor had been replaced by a woman exploring the full range of her sexual power, discovering pleasure in acts she'd never imagined herself performing.
"Your precome tastes different too," she observed, her tongue darting out to collect a drop from Vishnu's tip. "Yours is slightly sweeter," she told him before turning to Dattu. "And yours has a stronger, more bitter flavor."
The clinical assessment, delivered while she knelt before them half-naked, her hands still working their erections with practiced ease, created an erotic dissonance that heightened the intimacy of the moment.
"I never knew I could enjoy this so much," she confessed, her voice soft with wonder. "Pleasing two men at once."
"You're a natural," Dattu assured her, his calloused hand cupping her cheek with surprising tenderness. "Made for this."
Vishnu nodded in agreement, his fingers tracing the curve of her shoulder. "No woman in Pune could compare," he added, his voice thick with emotion.
Devika smiled up at them, her professional dignity seemingly forgotten yet paradoxically enhanced by her newfound sexual confidence. In this moment, kneeling before father and son, she felt more completely herself than she had in years—desired, appreciated, and fully alive in her body.
She gripped them firmly, one in each hand, their hardness throbbing against her palms as she positioned them once more before her face. With deliberate slowness, she leaned forward, her mouth opening to welcome them both into a new dimension of shared pleasure.
"I want to feel your mouth," he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Like you did for my son in the college toilet."
Devika's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in surprise. She glanced between father and son, their naked forms towering on either side of her partially clothed body. Her fingers still encircled their erections, the warmth and rigidity pulsing beneath her palms.
"I never..." she began, her voice trailing off as she considered the request. "I've never done this before. Sucking two men at the same time."
A faint blush colored her cheeks as she continued, "Your son was the first man I ever took in my mouth." The admission hung in the air between them, charged with forbidden intimacy.
Dattu's thumb traced her lower lip, pressing slightly against the soft flesh. "There's always a first time for everything," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Isn't that what you teach in Biology? Evolution? Adaptation?"
Vishnu's hand settled on her shoulder, fingers kneading the tense muscles at the base of her neck. "You loved it when you did it for me," he reminded her, his voice low and persuasive. "You moaned around me, remember?"
The memory of their encounter in the college toilet flashed vividly through Devika's mind—the cramped space, the illicit thrill, the way Vishnu had trembled under her touch. The recollection sent a fresh wave of heat between her thighs.
With deliberate slowness, Devika lowered herself before them, sinking to her knees on the cool tile floor. She remained in her petticoat, the white fabric pooling around her legs, while her bra cupped her breasts, the simple cotton somehow more enticing than the most elaborate lingerie.
From this new vantage point, she looked up at father and son standing side by side, their erections at eye level, still gripped firmly in her hands. They stared down at her with matching expressions of awe and hunger, two generations united in their desire.
Dattu and Vishnu exchanged a brief glance, a silent communication passing between them. Both smiled—not the predatory grin of conquest but something deeper, more reverential, as if witnessing something sacred.
Devika's position, kneeling before them with her cleavage clearly visible above the modest cotton bra, ignited something primal in both men. Their arousal visibly intensified, hardening further in her grip as a drop of moisture gathered at each tip.
She studied them with clinical curiosity, these male organs so different yet similar—Dattu's thicker, darker, bearing the weathered texture that matched his calloused hands; Vishnu's slightly longer, smoother, with the unmarked vigor of youth. Father and son, their most intimate parts entrusted to her hands.
Devika drew them closer, positioning both erections near her face. She closed her eyes briefly, inhaling their scent—musky, earthy, undeniably masculine. The smell that should have repelled her instead awakened something primitive within her, a feminine response to raw maleness.
"You both smell so different from my husband," she whispered, her breath warm against their sensitive skin. "So much more... real."
Without further hesitation, she leaned forward, her lips pressing a gentle kiss to Dattu's tip. She lingered there, allowing her mouth to soften and wrap around the head briefly before releasing him. The taste was unfamiliar yet not unpleasant—salty with a hint of bitterness.
"Aaaah," Dattu groaned, his weathered face contorting with pleasure. "Your lips... so soft... like pillows."
The simple praise sent an unexpected thrill through Devika. She turned her attention to Vishnu, repeating the same gentle kiss to his tip, her lips enveloping the head momentarily before pulling away.
"Oh god, Mom," Vishnu moaned, his hips involuntarily pushing forward. "Your mouth feels like heaven."
Devika smiled up at Dattu, a newfound confidence lighting her features. The power of reducing these men to quivering need with just her lips was intoxicating. She leaned toward him again, this time extending her tongue to lick delicately across his tip, tracing the small slit at the center.
Dattu's reaction was immediate and visceral—his entire body shuddered, a deep groan tearing from his throat as his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Fuck," he gasped, the crude word carrying more reverence than curse. "I'm already close... just from that."
His response fueled her boldness. Devika flattened her tongue and lashed it across his sensitive head, painting wet circles around the ridge before placing a series of feather-light kisses across the surface. Each touch of her lips drew another groan from Dattu's throat, his breathing growing increasingly ragged.
She then turned to Vishnu, repeating the same attentions—her tongue exploring his contours, her lips pressing gentle kisses to his most sensitive areas. Vishnu's reaction mirrored his father's, his body trembling under her ministrations.
"Your penises feel so different," Devika observed, her academic nature emerging even in this most intimate moment. "Dattu's is thicker, warmer. Vishnu's is smoother, slightly cooler to the touch."
Her clinical assessment, delivered in her teacher's voice while kneeling before them half-naked, heightened the erotic contrast of the situation.
"And which do you prefer, teacher?" Dattu asked, his voice strained with need.
Devika considered the question seriously, her hands continuing to stroke them both. "Each has its own appeal," she finally answered. "Like different musical instruments creating unique sounds but equally beautiful music."
With newfound boldness, she gathered saliva in her mouth, then deliberately let it drip onto Dattu's erection. The clear fluid coated his skin, glistening in the colored lights. Using her hand, she spread the moisture along his length, creating a slippery surface that allowed her fingers to glide more easily.
"Now you're ready," she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Without further preamble, she took him into her mouth properly, her lips stretching around his girth as she drew him deeper. The sensation of fullness, of being so completely connected to this man, sent a shock of arousal through her body. She began to move, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm as her hand continued working the base where her mouth couldn't reach.
From above, the sight was mesmerizing—Devika on her knees, her mouth filled with Dattu while her hand continued stroking Vishnu, her breasts jiggling slightly with each forward movement. The modest white bra, now damp with perspiration, clung to her curves, revealing more than it concealed.
"Look at her," Vishnu whispered to his father, his voice thick with awe. "Her breasts moving while she sucks you."
Dattu could only grunt in response, his ability for coherent speech temporarily suspended by the wet heat of Devika's mouth. His hand moved to her hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, not guiding but simply maintaining contact, as if needing to anchor himself to reality.
Devika withdrew from Dattu with a wet sound, her lips glistening with saliva and his fluids. She turned her attention to Vishnu, gathering moisture in her mouth once more before allowing it to drip onto his erection. As she had done with Dattu, she spread the wetness along his length, preparing him for her mouth.
"I love the smell of both of you," she confessed, her voice barely audible as she inhaled deeply near Vishnu's arousal. "So masculine, so raw."
With practiced ease—the result of their previous encounters—she took Vishnu into her mouth, her technique already tailored to his preferences. Where Dattu required slow, deep attention, Vishnu responded better to faster, more focused movements on the sensitive head.
Both men moaned in unison as she alternated between them, spending a minute with Dattu before switching to Vishnu, then back again. Their bodies tensed and relaxed in a primal rhythm, following the lead of her mouth and hands.
The sounds they made—deep, guttural expressions of pleasure—filled the small apartment, creating a symphony of male satisfaction. Devika found herself responding to their vocalizations, each groan and gasp spurring her to greater efforts.
"I love hearing both of you," she admitted during a brief pause, her lips red and slightly swollen from her exertions. "Father and son moaning because of me."
She varied her technique with each transition, exploring different approaches to discover what pleased them most. For Dattu, she flattened her tongue and lashed it along the underside of his length, following the prominent vein from base to tip in long, wet strokes. The texture of her tongue against his sensitive skin drew gasps and muttered praises from the older man.
With Vishnu, she pursed her lips tightly, creating a firm ring that she moved just over the head and first inch, focusing intense sensation on the most responsive area. His reaction was immediate—his hips bucking involuntarily, seeking deeper entry that she deliberately denied.
"You're learning too quickly," Vishnu groaned, his voice strained. "Too good at this already."
The praise emboldened her further. Taking Dattu's erection in hand, she pressed it against her cheek, rubbing the moistened length against her skin in slow circles. The contrast of his rigid hardness against her soft cheek created an intensely intimate connection, more personal somehow than even having him in her mouth.
Dattu watched in fascination as she moved his manhood across her face, using it to trace patterns on her skin. "This is what men dream about," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. "Using our... parts... to mark a beautiful woman's face."
Devika smiled up at him, understanding the primal nature of the act. She turned slightly, allowing him to tap his erection gently against her cheek, each light impact sending a jolt of arousal through both of them.
She then turned to Vishnu, kissing the length of his shaft before puckering her lips against his tip. The sensation of his smooth skin against her lips made her moan softly. Vishnu reached down, his fingers brushing her face with unexpected tenderness.
"Beat it on my lips," she whispered, surprising herself with the request.
Vishnu's eyes widened slightly before he complied, taking himself in hand and gently tapping his erection against her pursed lips. Each light impact transferred moisture from his tip to her mouth, creating a glistening connection between them.
The sight of Devika kneeling before them, willingly accepting such intimate attention from both father and son, was more than either man had dared hope for. They exchanged another glance over her head—not of triumph but of shared wonder, as if they couldn't quite believe the reality of the moment.
Devika pulled back slightly, observing their reactions with a mixture of scientific curiosity and feminine pride. Her lips shone with their combined fluids, her cheeks flushed with exertion and arousal. The proper Kerala professor had been replaced by a woman exploring the full range of her sexual power, discovering pleasure in acts she'd never imagined herself performing.
"Your precome tastes different too," she observed, her tongue darting out to collect a drop from Vishnu's tip. "Yours is slightly sweeter," she told him before turning to Dattu. "And yours has a stronger, more bitter flavor."
The clinical assessment, delivered while she knelt before them half-naked, her hands still working their erections with practiced ease, created an erotic dissonance that heightened the intimacy of the moment.
"I never knew I could enjoy this so much," she confessed, her voice soft with wonder. "Pleasing two men at once."
"You're a natural," Dattu assured her, his calloused hand cupping her cheek with surprising tenderness. "Made for this."
Vishnu nodded in agreement, his fingers tracing the curve of her shoulder. "No woman in Pune could compare," he added, his voice thick with emotion.
Devika smiled up at them, her professional dignity seemingly forgotten yet paradoxically enhanced by her newfound sexual confidence. In this moment, kneeling before father and son, she felt more completely herself than she had in years—desired, appreciated, and fully alive in her body.
She gripped them firmly, one in each hand, their hardness throbbing against her palms as she positioned them once more before her face. With deliberate slowness, she leaned forward, her mouth opening to welcome them both into a new dimension of shared pleasure.
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