24-11-2025, 09:23 PM
Devika's body trembled uncontrollably under Vishnu's persistent fingers, waves of pleasure crashing through her with increasing intensity. She gasped against Dattu's thigh, her composure completely shattered as Vishnu continued his relentless assault on her most sensitive areas.
"I can't—" she panted, her voice breaking. "I can't take this anymore."
Vishnu slowed his movements but didn't withdraw his fingers. "What do you want, Devika?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him with desperate eyes. "I want you inside me," she whispered, the words falling from her lips before she could reconsider. "Please."
Vishnu exchanged a surprised glance with his father, neither having expected such directness from her. A slow smile spread across his face as he withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling suddenly empty.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, needing to hear her say it explicitly.
Devika nodded, past caring about propriety or shame. "Yes," she breathed. "Fuck me, Vishnu."
The crude word sounded strange in her refined Kerala accent, making it somehow more erotic. Vishnu positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips to steady her kneeling form. The head of his erection pressed against her entrance, but he didn't push forward immediately.
"I can't believe I'm about to fuck a Kerala professor," he marveled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "My sexy biology teacher." He paused, then added with deliberate provocation, "My sexy mom."
The forbidden word should have broken the spell, should have reminded Devika of the inappropriateness of what they were doing. Instead, it sent a perverse thrill through her body, heightening her arousal to near-painful levels.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Fuck your mom."
Vishnu groaned at her words, his grip tightening on her hips. But rather than entering her immediately, he began sliding his erection along her outer lips, coating himself in her abundant moisture without penetrating. The teasing motion created delicious friction against her sensitive flesh, but denied her the fullness she craved.
"Please," she moaned, pushing her hips backward to encourage him. "Don't tease me."
Vishnu continued his torment, taking his rigid length in hand and tapping it lightly against her swollen flesh. Each light impact sent jolts of pleasure-pain through her body, making her whimper with need.
Dattu watched this display with growing arousal, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "Yes, tease her," he encouraged his son. "Make her beg for it."
Something about Dattu's commanding tone pricked at Devika's pride. The insulting implication that she could be reduced to begging stung beneath her lust-clouded mind. Yet her body betrayed her, responding to his words with a fresh flood of moisture between her thighs.
"Vishnu," she gasped, her voice strained. "Please, no more teasing."
Before Vishnu could respond, Dattu moved into position before her. He knelt down, bringing his face level with hers, his erection momentarily forgotten as he cupped her cheeks in his weathered hands.
"You want it badly, don't you?" he murmured, his thumbs tracing her flushed cheekbones. Without waiting for an answer, he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips with possessive hunger.
As their lips connected, Vishnu finally positioned himself properly and pushed forward, entering her with one slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation of being filled so completely drew a sharp cry from Devika's throat, the sound muffled by Dattu's persistent kiss.
The dual invasion—Dattu's tongue exploring her mouth while Vishnu's erection stretched her below—created an overwhelming sensation of being utterly possessed by these two men. Father and son, claiming her body simultaneously from opposite ends.
Dattu broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he studied her face. "You're married," he observed, his voice rough with desire, "but still so tight for my son. Look how his cock struggles to find its way."
Vishnu remained only partially inside her, the resistance of her body evident in his strained expression. "So tight," he confirmed, his fingers digging deeper into her hips.
"Yes," Devika gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure etched on her features. "It hurts a little, but don't stop."
With determined gentleness, Vishnu continued his advance, pushing deeper into her resistant flesh. After several careful thrusts, each progressing further than the last, he finally seated himself completely within her, their bodies fully joined.
"God," he groaned, his head falling back as the sensation overwhelmed him. "I'm all the way in."
Devika's body trembled around him, adjusting to his size as tiny ripples of pleasure began replacing the initial discomfort. Vishnu remained still for several moments, allowing her time to accommodate him before beginning a slow, measured rhythm.
She turned her attention back to Dattu, initiating another kiss as Vishnu's movements gradually increased in confidence. "I love how this feels," she murmured against Dattu's lips, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. "I've never felt such a huge..." she hesitated, then finished, "...dick before."
The crude word felt foreign on her tongue, yet saying it sent another surge of forbidden excitement through her body. She was breaking every rule of her upbringing, every expectation of her profession, and the transgression itself had become part of the pleasure.
"Yes, enjoy him," Dattu encouraged, his weathered hands moving to her shoulders. His fingers found the straps of her bra, the last garment still clinging to her body. With practiced ease, he unhooked the clasp at her back, the tension suddenly releasing across her shoulder blades.
Devika continued kneeling as he carefully slipped the straps down her arms, removing the simple cotton garment completely. The cool air caressed her newly exposed breasts, raising goosebumps across the sensitive skin.
Dattu held the bra to his face, inhaling deeply before tossing it aside. The simple garment landed atop her discarded petticoat and panties, a small pile of abandoned modesty at the foot of the bed.
Now she knelt completely naked between father and son—Vishnu behind her, his erection buried deep within her body, his hands gripping her hips as he established a steady rhythm; Dattu before her, his gaze drinking in her newly exposed breasts with undisguised hunger.
"Beautiful," Dattu whispered, his eyes fixed on the gentle sway of her breasts as Vishnu's thrusts rocked her body. "So perfect."
Vishnu increased his pace, his movements becoming more confident as her body yielded to him. "Fuck," he groaned, the crude word punctuating each thrust. "So good."
Devika responded in kind, small moans escaping her lips as pleasure built within her core. "Yes," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable to her own ears. "Like that."
Dattu's hands reached for her breasts, his calloused palms cupping the soft mounds with reverent pressure. Despite their roughness, his touch was surprisingly gentle as he explored their weight and texture. Her nipples had hardened into tight peaks, evidence of her arousal that couldn't be hidden.
"So firm," he marveled, squeezing gently. "Like ripe fruit."
His thumbs found her nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between rough fingers. The dual assault—Vishnu filling her below while Dattu played with her breasts—intensified her pleasure exponentially. Each sensation amplified the other, creating a feedback loop of mounting desire.
Dattu continued his attentions for several minutes, kneading her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples until Devika's moans grew increasingly desperate. The sight of her naked body responding so eagerly to their combined efforts fueled his own need.
He stood suddenly, his erection now level with her face. "Open," he commanded, his voice gruff with desire.
Devika tilted her face upward, her lips parting in anticipation. But as she attempted to take him into her mouth, Vishnu delivered a particularly hard thrust that sent her lurching forward, throwing off her aim.
"Sorry," she gasped, steadying herself on Dattu's thighs.
Dattu chuckled, his hand moving to guide himself toward her mouth. Yet just as her lips were about to close around him, he pulled back slightly, denying her at the last moment.
"Not so fast," he murmured, a teasing edge to his voice. "Show me how badly you want it."
This deliberate torment—offering what she sought only to withdraw it—might have offended Devika under normal circumstances. But with Vishnu's continued thrusts sending waves of pleasure through her body, her mind was too clouded with desire to maintain her usual dignity.
Dattu moved backward another inch. "Extend your tongue," he instructed. "Ask properly for what you want."
The command held a note of mockery that penetrated even Devika's lust-addled consciousness. A flicker of her usual pride made her hesitate, recognizing the subtle humiliation in his request. She was a respected professor, not some common—
Her thought process shattered as Vishnu delivered several rapid, powerful thrusts, his pelvis slapping against her buttocks with each movement. The sudden increase in intensity obliterated her objections, reducing her once more to pure sensation.
"Please," she heard herself saying, her tongue extending slightly beyond her lips. "Please, Dattu."
He remained just out of reach, his expression triumphant. "Please what?"
Devika swallowed her pride completely, her need overriding all other considerations. "Please put your dick in my mouth," she begged, the crude language feeling both wrong and thrilling on her tongue. "I want to taste it."
Dattu laughed, a sound of pure male satisfaction at her surrender. Without further delay, he moved forward, his erection sliding between her parted lips. The familiar taste of him—salt and musk with hints of the sweetness from earlier—filled her mouth as he pushed deeper.
Behind her, Vishnu paused in his thrusting, his hands still gripping her hips as he watched his father claim her mouth. Something in the tableau—Devika impaled between them, utterly filled at both ends—created a moment of unexpected connection between father and son.
Vishnu caught his father's eye over Devika's back, a silent communication passing between them. With a slight nod, he withdrew from her, his erection slipping free of her body with a wet sound that made her whimper around Dattu's girth.
Confused by the sudden emptiness, Devika attempted to look back, but Dattu's hands held her head firmly in place, his erection still filling her mouth.
"Don't worry," Vishnu assured her, his hand stroking her back. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I can't—" she panted, her voice breaking. "I can't take this anymore."
Vishnu slowed his movements but didn't withdraw his fingers. "What do you want, Devika?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him with desperate eyes. "I want you inside me," she whispered, the words falling from her lips before she could reconsider. "Please."
Vishnu exchanged a surprised glance with his father, neither having expected such directness from her. A slow smile spread across his face as he withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling suddenly empty.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, needing to hear her say it explicitly.
Devika nodded, past caring about propriety or shame. "Yes," she breathed. "Fuck me, Vishnu."
The crude word sounded strange in her refined Kerala accent, making it somehow more erotic. Vishnu positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips to steady her kneeling form. The head of his erection pressed against her entrance, but he didn't push forward immediately.
"I can't believe I'm about to fuck a Kerala professor," he marveled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "My sexy biology teacher." He paused, then added with deliberate provocation, "My sexy mom."
The forbidden word should have broken the spell, should have reminded Devika of the inappropriateness of what they were doing. Instead, it sent a perverse thrill through her body, heightening her arousal to near-painful levels.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Fuck your mom."
Vishnu groaned at her words, his grip tightening on her hips. But rather than entering her immediately, he began sliding his erection along her outer lips, coating himself in her abundant moisture without penetrating. The teasing motion created delicious friction against her sensitive flesh, but denied her the fullness she craved.
"Please," she moaned, pushing her hips backward to encourage him. "Don't tease me."
Vishnu continued his torment, taking his rigid length in hand and tapping it lightly against her swollen flesh. Each light impact sent jolts of pleasure-pain through her body, making her whimper with need.
Dattu watched this display with growing arousal, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "Yes, tease her," he encouraged his son. "Make her beg for it."
Something about Dattu's commanding tone pricked at Devika's pride. The insulting implication that she could be reduced to begging stung beneath her lust-clouded mind. Yet her body betrayed her, responding to his words with a fresh flood of moisture between her thighs.
"Vishnu," she gasped, her voice strained. "Please, no more teasing."
Before Vishnu could respond, Dattu moved into position before her. He knelt down, bringing his face level with hers, his erection momentarily forgotten as he cupped her cheeks in his weathered hands.
"You want it badly, don't you?" he murmured, his thumbs tracing her flushed cheekbones. Without waiting for an answer, he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips with possessive hunger.
As their lips connected, Vishnu finally positioned himself properly and pushed forward, entering her with one slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation of being filled so completely drew a sharp cry from Devika's throat, the sound muffled by Dattu's persistent kiss.
The dual invasion—Dattu's tongue exploring her mouth while Vishnu's erection stretched her below—created an overwhelming sensation of being utterly possessed by these two men. Father and son, claiming her body simultaneously from opposite ends.
Dattu broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he studied her face. "You're married," he observed, his voice rough with desire, "but still so tight for my son. Look how his cock struggles to find its way."
Vishnu remained only partially inside her, the resistance of her body evident in his strained expression. "So tight," he confirmed, his fingers digging deeper into her hips.
"Yes," Devika gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure etched on her features. "It hurts a little, but don't stop."
With determined gentleness, Vishnu continued his advance, pushing deeper into her resistant flesh. After several careful thrusts, each progressing further than the last, he finally seated himself completely within her, their bodies fully joined.
"God," he groaned, his head falling back as the sensation overwhelmed him. "I'm all the way in."
Devika's body trembled around him, adjusting to his size as tiny ripples of pleasure began replacing the initial discomfort. Vishnu remained still for several moments, allowing her time to accommodate him before beginning a slow, measured rhythm.
She turned her attention back to Dattu, initiating another kiss as Vishnu's movements gradually increased in confidence. "I love how this feels," she murmured against Dattu's lips, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. "I've never felt such a huge..." she hesitated, then finished, "...dick before."
The crude word felt foreign on her tongue, yet saying it sent another surge of forbidden excitement through her body. She was breaking every rule of her upbringing, every expectation of her profession, and the transgression itself had become part of the pleasure.
"Yes, enjoy him," Dattu encouraged, his weathered hands moving to her shoulders. His fingers found the straps of her bra, the last garment still clinging to her body. With practiced ease, he unhooked the clasp at her back, the tension suddenly releasing across her shoulder blades.
Devika continued kneeling as he carefully slipped the straps down her arms, removing the simple cotton garment completely. The cool air caressed her newly exposed breasts, raising goosebumps across the sensitive skin.
Dattu held the bra to his face, inhaling deeply before tossing it aside. The simple garment landed atop her discarded petticoat and panties, a small pile of abandoned modesty at the foot of the bed.
Now she knelt completely naked between father and son—Vishnu behind her, his erection buried deep within her body, his hands gripping her hips as he established a steady rhythm; Dattu before her, his gaze drinking in her newly exposed breasts with undisguised hunger.
"Beautiful," Dattu whispered, his eyes fixed on the gentle sway of her breasts as Vishnu's thrusts rocked her body. "So perfect."
Vishnu increased his pace, his movements becoming more confident as her body yielded to him. "Fuck," he groaned, the crude word punctuating each thrust. "So good."
Devika responded in kind, small moans escaping her lips as pleasure built within her core. "Yes," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable to her own ears. "Like that."
Dattu's hands reached for her breasts, his calloused palms cupping the soft mounds with reverent pressure. Despite their roughness, his touch was surprisingly gentle as he explored their weight and texture. Her nipples had hardened into tight peaks, evidence of her arousal that couldn't be hidden.
"So firm," he marveled, squeezing gently. "Like ripe fruit."
His thumbs found her nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between rough fingers. The dual assault—Vishnu filling her below while Dattu played with her breasts—intensified her pleasure exponentially. Each sensation amplified the other, creating a feedback loop of mounting desire.
Dattu continued his attentions for several minutes, kneading her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples until Devika's moans grew increasingly desperate. The sight of her naked body responding so eagerly to their combined efforts fueled his own need.
He stood suddenly, his erection now level with her face. "Open," he commanded, his voice gruff with desire.
Devika tilted her face upward, her lips parting in anticipation. But as she attempted to take him into her mouth, Vishnu delivered a particularly hard thrust that sent her lurching forward, throwing off her aim.
"Sorry," she gasped, steadying herself on Dattu's thighs.
Dattu chuckled, his hand moving to guide himself toward her mouth. Yet just as her lips were about to close around him, he pulled back slightly, denying her at the last moment.
"Not so fast," he murmured, a teasing edge to his voice. "Show me how badly you want it."
This deliberate torment—offering what she sought only to withdraw it—might have offended Devika under normal circumstances. But with Vishnu's continued thrusts sending waves of pleasure through her body, her mind was too clouded with desire to maintain her usual dignity.
Dattu moved backward another inch. "Extend your tongue," he instructed. "Ask properly for what you want."
The command held a note of mockery that penetrated even Devika's lust-addled consciousness. A flicker of her usual pride made her hesitate, recognizing the subtle humiliation in his request. She was a respected professor, not some common—
Her thought process shattered as Vishnu delivered several rapid, powerful thrusts, his pelvis slapping against her buttocks with each movement. The sudden increase in intensity obliterated her objections, reducing her once more to pure sensation.
"Please," she heard herself saying, her tongue extending slightly beyond her lips. "Please, Dattu."
He remained just out of reach, his expression triumphant. "Please what?"
Devika swallowed her pride completely, her need overriding all other considerations. "Please put your dick in my mouth," she begged, the crude language feeling both wrong and thrilling on her tongue. "I want to taste it."
Dattu laughed, a sound of pure male satisfaction at her surrender. Without further delay, he moved forward, his erection sliding between her parted lips. The familiar taste of him—salt and musk with hints of the sweetness from earlier—filled her mouth as he pushed deeper.
Behind her, Vishnu paused in his thrusting, his hands still gripping her hips as he watched his father claim her mouth. Something in the tableau—Devika impaled between them, utterly filled at both ends—created a moment of unexpected connection between father and son.
Vishnu caught his father's eye over Devika's back, a silent communication passing between them. With a slight nod, he withdrew from her, his erection slipping free of her body with a wet sound that made her whimper around Dattu's girth.
Confused by the sudden emptiness, Devika attempted to look back, but Dattu's hands held her head firmly in place, his erection still filling her mouth.
"Don't worry," Vishnu assured her, his hand stroking her back. "I'm not going anywhere."
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