Fantasy Devika, a rich high class housewife, with angel heart

[Sage_69]

Fuck! That was so hot! Will Devika do even more? Dying to know.

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Devika's exploration grew bolder as the night deepened. She positioned herself between Dattu's legs, his weathered thighs framing her face as she lowered her mouth to his arousal once more. Her tongue traced the prominent veins along his shaft before enveloping him completely, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

"God, your mouth," Dattu gasped, his calloused hands tangling in her hair. "So warm, so perfect."

She worked methodically, alternating between deep suction and gentle licks, her tongue venturing lower to explore his testicles. Each flick of her tongue against the sensitive skin drew new sounds from him—guttural expressions of pleasure that emboldened her further.

Vishnu watched this tableau for several moments, his own arousal pulsing with need at the sight of Devika pleasuring his father. With deliberate slowness, he moved across the bed, positioning himself behind her kneeling form. His hands settled on her shoulders first, fingers kneading the tense muscles before his lips descended on the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Mmm," Devika hummed around Dattu's erection, the vibration making the older man's hips buck involuntarily.

Vishnu's lips worked their way down her spine, tracing the knobs of vertebrae through her skin while his hands traveled the curves of her sides. His fingers caressed her waist before venturing lower to explore the swell of her hips and the firm roundness of her thighs.

Her skin felt impossibly soft beneath his touch—warm silk stretched over subtle muscle. His fingers traced idle patterns along her outer thighs before traveling inward, approaching the drawstring of her petticoat. With practiced ease, his fingers worked at the knot, loosening it gradually as Devika remained focused on pleasuring Dattu.

The white cotton fabric slackened around her hips. Vishnu tugged gently, drawing it downward until it slipped over the curve of her buttocks, revealing the simple white cotton panties beneath. The modest undergarment, stretched taut across her curves, somehow intensified rather than diminished her allure.

Devika paused in her ministrations, lifting her head from Dattu's arousal. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening.

"Vishnu," she gasped, her voice husky from her exertions. "What are you doing?"

He smiled down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "It's time for you to receive pleasure too," he explained, continuing to draw her petticoat down her thighs. "You've given so much—now let us give back."

The garment pooled around her knees, effectively trapping her legs together. Devika's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, her position suddenly more vulnerable than before.

"Continue with Father," Vishnu instructed gently, his hand tracing the curve of her spine. "Let me make you feel good while you make him feel good."

Dattu reached for her face, his weathered thumb brushing across her cheek. "Please," he whispered, his eyes pleading. "Don't stop now."

The dual attention—Dattu's desperate need and Vishnu's promising touch—proved irresistible. Devika lowered her head once more, taking Dattu between her lips as Vishnu's hands explored her newly exposed skin.

"That's it," Vishnu murmured appreciatively, his palms smoothing over the cotton-covered globes of her buttocks. "Keep sucking him."

His hands squeezed the firm flesh, kneading with increasing pressure that drew a muffled moan from Devika. The sound vibrated around Dattu's arousal, making him groan in response.

"Such a sexy ass," Vishnu observed, his fingers tracing the seam of her panties where they cut across her curves. "So perfectly shaped. So clean and smooth." His thumbs dipped into the subtle crease beneath each cheek, applying gentle pressure that made her squirm.

Devika's concentration wavered, her rhythm faltering as Vishnu's exploration intensified. She struggled to maintain focus on pleasuring Dattu, her mind increasingly divided between giving and receiving.

Vishnu repositioned himself, kneeling directly behind her. His erection pressed against the cotton-covered cleft of her buttocks as his hands reached around to explore the front of her thighs. The heat of his body enveloped her from behind, his chest pressed against her back as his hands ventured higher.

"You're so warm here," he whispered as his fingers found the juncture of her thighs, brushing against the cotton panel covering her most intimate area. "I can feel it even through your panties."

Devika moaned around Dattu's thickness, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Her hips shifted slightly, unconsciously pressing back against Vishnu's exploring fingers.

Taking this as encouragement, Vishnu began to rub in small circles, applying gentle pressure through the increasingly damp fabric. Each movement of his fingers drew another muffled sound from Devika, her attention now thoroughly divided between the man in her mouth and the man behind her.

"You're getting wet," Vishnu observed, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I can feel it soaking through."

Indeed, a dark patch had formed on the white cotton, evidence of her arousal that neither man could miss. This visible proof of her desire emboldened Vishnu further. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, slipping beneath the elastic to encounter bare skin and the beginnings of soft curls.

"Let me touch you properly," he murmured against her ear, his fingers venturing deeper.

Devika could only grunt in response, her mouth still filled with Dattu. Her eyes met the older man's gaze, communicating a mixture of embarrassment and unmistakable arousal. Dattu stroked her hair gently, his expression tender despite the raw need etched on his features.

"Let him please you," Dattu encouraged, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You deserve it."

Vishnu's fingers found their target, parting her folds to discover the slick heat within. Devika's entire body tensed at the contact, her lips momentarily releasing Dattu as a gasp escaped her throat. No one but her husband had touched her there before—and Rajeevan's touches had grown increasingly perfunctory over the years, nothing like the careful exploration Vishnu was conducting.

"So soft," Vishnu whispered, his finger circling her entrance without penetrating. "So wet for us."

Dattu's hand guided her mouth back to his arousal, a gentle pressure on the back of her head that brooked no argument. Devika complied, taking him between her lips once more, though her rhythm had become erratic, distracted by Vishnu's persistent touch.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Vishnu tugged her panties lower, working them down until they joined her petticoat around her knees. Cool air caressed her exposed flesh, raising goosebumps along her thighs and buttocks.

Devika squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sudden vulnerability of being so exposed. For the first time in her life, she was displaying her most intimate parts to not one but two men—father and son who could now see every detail of her exposed femininity.

"Beautiful," Vishnu breathed, his gaze drinking in the sight before him. "You have such a perfect pussy, so neat and pink." His fingers traced the sparse, dark hair that adorned her mound. "These little hairs—so soft, so different from Pune girls."

Devika whimpered around Dattu's erection, unable to form words but communicating her mixture of embarrassment and arousal through the sound. Her thighs trembled slightly, whether from the strain of her position or the intensity of sensation, neither man could tell.

Vishnu's fingers returned to her center, finding the slick evidence of her arousal coating her inner thighs. "You're dripping," he noted with satisfaction, gathering some of the moisture before bringing his fingers to his nose. "You smell incredible—like flowers and musk."

He returned his attention to her exposed flesh, this time slipping a finger inside her tight channel. The penetration, though gentle, drew a sharp gasp from Devika, her body jerking in response. The sudden movement drove Dattu deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag slightly before adjusting.

"Sorry," Vishnu murmured, though his finger continued its exploration, pressing deeper before withdrawing slightly. "You feel so tight around my finger."

Dattu watched Devika's face as she struggled to maintain her focus on pleasuring him while being pleasured herself. Her expression had transformed—eyes glazed with desire, cheeks flushed deep crimson, perspiration beading her brow. She looked utterly wanton, utterly beautiful in her surrender to sensation.

"She can't concentrate," Dattu observed, his voice thick with arousal. "Your finger is making her lose her mind."

Vishnu added a second finger, stretching her gently as he established a slow, steady rhythm. Devika's attempts to continue pleasuring Dattu became increasingly disjointed, her mouth working ineffectually as her attention scattered beneath Vishnu's persistent penetration.

"You're so wet inside," Vishnu marveled, his fingers gliding easily now. "I can hear how wet you are."

Indeed, soft, liquid sounds accompanied his movements, audible in the quiet room. The lewd noise only heightened Devika's embarrassment and, paradoxically, her arousal.

She abandoned any pretense of continuing to pleasure Dattu, instead resting her forehead against his thigh as she panted through the sensations Vishnu was creating. Her eyes met Dattu's, silently communicating her apology for the interruption.

Dattu smiled down at her, his expression surprisingly understanding despite his obvious need. "It's okay," he assured her, stroking her hair gently. "Let yourself feel."

Vishnu curved his fingers upward, finding a spot within her that made Devika cry out, her body jerking violently in response. "There it is," he murmured triumphantly. "Your special place."

He focused his attention on that spot, maintaining steady pressure while his thumb found the bundle of nerves at her entrance. The dual stimulation—internal and external—sent waves of pleasure coursing through Devika's body, reducing her to incoherent moans against Dattu's thigh.

"So wet," Vishnu repeated, his voice filled with wonder. "So ready for us."

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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."

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Devika's body glistened with sweat, her skin shimmering in the dim light of the bedroom as rivulets traced the contours of her curves. The air hung heavy with the mingled scents of desire and exertion, punctuated by their ragged breathing. Vishnu withdrew from her completely, leaving her feeling suddenly empty and unmoored.

Dattu disengaged from her mouth and moved to the center of the bed, positioning himself on his back. His weathered chest rose and fell rapidly, eyes fixed on Devika's naked form as he settled against the pillows. Without a word, he reached for her, his calloused hands beckoning.

"Come," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. "Now it's my turn to feel you."

Devika hesitated only briefly before crawling toward him on all fours, her movements deliberate and feline. She moved without question or protest, as if drawn by some magnetic force toward the older man. Her mind had surrendered entirely to sensation, all thoughts of propriety or consequences washed away in the flood of desire.

She straddled Dattu's hips, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his body. The coarse hair of his thighs tickled her smooth skin as she settled her weight upon him. His weathered hands immediately found her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh with possessive hunger.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his eyes traveling from her face down to where their bodies nearly joined. "I never thought a sexy Kerala woman would sit on me like this."

Devika smiled down at him, a newfound confidence in her expression as she reached between them to grasp his erection. The rigid heat pulsed against her palm as she guided him toward her entrance, positioning the tip where she needed him most.

"And I never thought I'd want an old mechanic inside me," she confessed, her voice husky with desire.

With deliberate slowness, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch into her body. The sensation of fullness returned, different from Vishnu yet equally satisfying as she felt herself stretching to accommodate Dattu's thickness.

"Ahhh," Dattu groaned, his fingers tightening on her hips as she engulfed him completely. "So tight, so warm."

Devika gasped as she settled fully upon him, his entire length buried deep within her. She remained still for several moments, adjusting to the sensation of him filling her so completely. Her thighs trembled slightly against his sides, damp with perspiration and the evidence of her arousal.

"I can feel you throbbing inside me," she whispered, her hands resting flat against his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her palms.

Dattu gazed up at her in wonder, his weathered face transformed by pleasure and something deeper—a reverence that made her breath catch. His calloused hands moved from her hips to her thighs, savoring the silken texture of her skin.

"Never thought I'd see such a sight," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "A married Kerala woman sitting on my dick."

The crude language sent an unexpected thrill through Devika's body. She began to move, lifting herself slightly before lowering back down, establishing a gentle rhythm. Each downward movement brought a soft slapping sound as her buttocks met his groin, a lewd counterpoint to their shared moans.

"Yes," she encouraged, increasing her pace. "Feel me, Dattu."

She rode him with growing confidence, her body finding its natural cadence. Her breasts swayed with each movement, the gold mangalsutra chain that marked her as a married woman dancing between them, catching the light with each rise and fall. The sacred symbol of her marriage now bore witness to her infidelity, the irony adding a forbidden thrill to her pleasure.

Vishnu stood at the edge of the bed, watching this carnal tableau with hungry eyes. His erection remained rigid, still glistening with Devika's moisture from their earlier coupling. He moved onto the mattress, approaching her with deliberate steps until he stood beside her, his arousal level with her face.

Without breaking her rhythm on Dattu, Devika reached for Vishnu, her fingers wrapping around his length. She stroked him methodically, her hand slick with her own juices that still coated him. The sensation of pleasuring Vishnu with her hand while Dattu filled her below created a perfect circuit of connection between the three of them.

Vishnu moaned at her touch, his gaze fixed on the hypnotic movement of her body as she continued to ride his father. "You look so sexy," he murmured, his voice strained. "Bouncing on him like that."

Devika maintained eye contact with Vishnu as she continued stroking him, her hand moving in counterpoint to her hips. The dual effort required concentration, dividing her attention between the two men who now depended on her for their pleasure.

Her movements on Dattu grew more pronounced, her thighs rising higher before slamming down with increased force. Each downward thrust drew a guttural groan from the older man, his calloused hands now gripping her buttocks, guiding her motions while kneading the soft flesh.

"That's it," Dattu encouraged, his voice rough with need. "Use me, take what you want."

His words spurred her to greater effort, her pace increasing as pleasure built within her core. The sensation of his thickness stretching her, touching places within that had long been neglected, sent waves of heat radiating outward from her center.

Suddenly, she paused in her movements and turned her attention fully to Vishnu. Without breaking her rhythm on Dattu, she leaned forward and took Vishnu into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around his tip. The masculine taste of him, mingled with the tang of her own arousal, filled her senses as she squeezed her lips around his sensitive head.

"Fuck," Vishnu gasped, his hands flying to her hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands. "Your mouth—"

Devika hummed around him, the vibration drawing another deep moan from his throat. She focused her attention on just the tip, her lips creating a tight seal as she sucked with deliberate pressure, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside.

The pleasure became too intense for Vishnu. After several moments of her concentrated attention, he gently disengaged himself from her mouth, stepping back to regain his composure. "Too good," he explained, his breathing ragged. "Don't want to finish yet."

Freed from this distraction, Devika returned her full attention to Dattu. She ceased her movements atop him, leaning forward until her face hovered inches above his. Her hair, now completely loose from its neat arrangement, fell around them like a dark curtain, creating an intimate cocoon.

"Old man," she murmured, her voice teasing yet affectionate, "you made me beg for your cock earlier. Now I'll make you beg to cum."

Dattu's eyes widened at her boldness, the crude language from her refined lips heightening his arousal. Before he could respond, she claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss, her tongue pushing past his lips with commanding hunger.

Her hips began to move again, no longer lifting and falling but grinding in tight circles that kept him fully seated within her. The new motion created delicious friction against her most sensitive spot, pleasure building rapidly as she maintained the kiss.

Vishnu watched from behind as Devika bent forward over his father. The sight of her back arching, her waist narrowing before flaring into the perfect curve of her buttocks, ignited something primal within him. Her body gleamed with perspiration, highlighting every contour of her feminine form. The dip of her spine created a shallow valley that led his eye inevitably downward to where her body joined with his father's.

As she kissed Dattu, Devika pressed her breasts against his chest, the soft mounds flattening against his coarse hair. The sensation of her hardened nipples dragging across his skin added another dimension to her pleasure. She broke the kiss only to trace her lips across his face, tasting the salt of his perspiration before returning to devour his mouth once more.

Her hips never ceased their motion, grinding with increasing urgency as she felt Dattu's body tensing beneath her. His breathing grew more ragged against her mouth, his groans deeper and more frequent as she deliberately tightened her internal muscles around him with each rotation of her hips.

"Kerala," Dattu gasped against her lips, the word both praise and plea. "You're going to make me—"

Devika intensified her efforts, determined to drive him over the edge. She rubbed her saliva-slick lips against his, kissing him with abandoned passion while her hips maintained their relentless rhythm. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip, tugging gently before her tongue soothed the slight sting.

Behind her, Vishnu knelt on the bed, mesmerized by the sight of her body in motion. The sensuous curve of her back, the rhythmic clenching of her buttocks, the glistening evidence of arousal where she joined with his father—all combined to create a vision of raw feminine power that held him transfixed.

His gaze settled on a part of her anatomy he hadn't yet explored—the tight pucker of her anus, visible as she bent forward to kiss his father. Something about the forbidden nature of this territory, the final frontier of intimacy yet unclaimed, made his mouth go dry with desire.

Acting on impulse, Vishnu brought his finger to his mouth and coated it generously with saliva. He reached forward, his heart pounding as his slickened finger made contact with the tight ring of muscle. He applied gentle pressure, not penetrating but merely introducing this new sensation to her body.

The effect was immediate. Devika's entire body tensed, her movements on Dattu suddenly ceasing as she registered the unexpected touch. She broke their kiss with a shocked gasp, her back straightening as she processed this new development.

Dattu, who had been teetering on the edge of climax, felt her sudden stillness. With remarkable self-control, he took several deep breaths, allowing the impending wave to recede. His hands settled on her hips, steadying her as she remained impaled upon him, both of them momentarily motionless.

Slowly, Devika turned her head to look over her shoulder at Vishnu, her expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you touching me there?"

Vishnu smiled, his finger still resting lightly against the sensitive pucker. "Why are you surprised?" he countered, his tone both curious and slightly amused.

"No woman allows men to touch her there," she replied, her academic manner reasserting itself despite her current position—naked, straddling Dattu with his erection still buried deep within her.

"Never?" Vishnu raised an eyebrow. "Your husband never touched you there?"

Devika shook her head, her cheeks flushing deeper. "No, never."

Vishnu laughed softly, the sound holding more wonder than mockery. "That's hard to believe."

"Why are you laughing?" Devika demanded, some of her professorial authority returning despite her compromised position.

"Because every woman loves men's attention there," he explained, his finger making a small circular motion that drew another gasp from her lips. "I'm just surprised your husband never explored this with you."

A memory suddenly surfaced in Devika's mind—Pathan's crude description of the pornographic video he'd mentioned in the biology lab. "Father and son," he'd said, "one fucking her pussy, the other her ass." The vivid image his words had conjured now seemed prophetic, a foreshadowing of her current situation that sent a shiver of both apprehension and forbidden curiosity through her body.

Dattu, still inside her, sensed her internal conflict. His weathered hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Did you like it?" he asked gently, his voice free of judgment. "When he touched you there?"

Devika hesitated, unsure how to answer. "I don't know," she admitted finally. "It's... new for me."

"Don't worry," Vishnu assured her, his hand now caressing the small of her back in soothing circles. "We'll show you how women love it when men pay attention there."

A flicker of fear crossed Devika's features as she looked between father and son. She suddenly understood Vishnu's intention—not merely to touch but potentially to enter her there, to claim the one part of her body that remained unexplored. The thought both terrified and, to her surprise, intrigued her.

"I don't think I'm ready for that," she whispered, her eyes wide as she glanced back at Vishnu. "Not there."

The prospect of anal penetration—something she'd never even considered before—filled her with trepidation. Her body, already stretched and filled by Dattu, seemed incapable of accommodating Vishnu in such an intimate and forbidden way. Yet beneath the fear, a tiny spark of curiosity flickered, a wondering about this final taboo that so many apparently enjoyed.

Dattu's hands moved to cup her face, drawing her attention back to him. "No one will force you," he promised, his rough thumbs stroking her cheeks with surprising tenderness. "But sometimes, new experiences bring unexpected pleasure."

Devika remained poised above him, caught in this moment of decision, her body still joined with his while Vishnu waited behind her. The night stretched before them, full of possibilities and unexplored territories. She looked from father to son, these two men who had already led her so far beyond the boundaries of her former life, and wondered just how much further she was willing to go.

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The antique clock on the bedroom wall ticked past eleven-thirty, its faint sound barely audible beneath their collective breathing. They had been entangled since eight o'clock, yet satisfaction remained elusive—a horizon that kept retreating as they approached. The small bedroom had become their universe, the outside world forgotten in the heat of their shared desire.

Devika remained motionless, still processing Vishnu's unspoken request. The atmosphere had grown thick with anticipation, the air heavy with the mingled scents of their bodies. She shifted slightly atop Dattu, causing him to groan as she inadvertently tightened around him.

Vishnu moved closer, his finger still resting lightly against that forbidden entrance. "Please," he whispered, his voice stripped of its usual confidence. "Let me show you. Not fully, just... prepare you."

Devika looked down at Dattu, seeking guidance in his weathered face. "I don't want that," she said softly. "Not there."

"We won't fuck you there," Vishnu clarified quickly, sensing her apprehension. "Just training. So next time—"

"There won't be a next time," Devika interrupted, her voice suddenly firm despite her compromised position. The biology teacher momentarily resurfaced through her haze of desire, bringing with it a flicker of her former dignity. "This is... this is one night. A mistake that won't be repeated."

Dattu laughed softly beneath her, his calloused hands stroking her thighs with surprising tenderness. "Let my son try," he suggested, his eyes never leaving hers. "Just his fingers. To train you."

"Train me?" The term ignited a strange mixture of indignation and arousal within her. "I'm not some animal to be trained."

"Everyone needs guidance for new experiences," Dattu countered, his thumbs making small circles on her skin. "Even professors."

Something in his gentle mockery, the subtle reminder of the gulf between her professional identity and current nakedness, weakened her resolve. She glanced back at Vishnu, noted the hunger in his eyes, the barely contained need.

"Fine," she conceded finally. "Just fingers. Nothing more." She swallowed hard, adding, "I can't take more than that."

Relief and triumph flashed across Vishnu's face. "You won't regret it, madam."

With gentle pressure on her shoulders, he guided her forward until she was positioned on all fours above Dattu. This new arrangement caused his father to slip from her body, leaving her feeling suddenly empty.

"Beautiful," Vishnu murmured, his hands spreading her buttocks to expose her completely. "Such a perfect little hole."

Devika buried her face against Dattu's chest, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at being displayed so vulnerably. The older man's hands moved to stroke her hair, surprisingly comforting despite his obvious arousal.

Behind her, Vishnu gathered saliva in his mouth, then let it drip onto his finger. The warm moisture landed on her exposed entrance, causing her to flinch slightly at the unexpected sensation. He spread the wetness in slow circles, coating the tight ring of muscle without attempting to penetrate.

"Relax," he instructed, his voice gentle despite the hunger evident in his breathing. "It will hurt less if you don't tense up."

Devika nodded against Dattu's chest, trying to calm her racing heart. She had never imagined herself in this position—naked between father and son, about to experience something she'd considered unnatural and forbidden. Yet here she was, willingly presenting herself for Vishnu's exploration.

The initial pressure was gentle—just the tip of his finger pressing against the resistant entrance. Devika closed her eyes tightly, her body instinctively fighting against the intrusion despite her mental consent.

"Breathe," Vishnu encouraged, maintaining steady pressure without forcing entry. "Deep breaths."

Dattu shifted beneath her, moving until their faces were level. His weathered hands cupped her cheeks, tilting her face upward to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he instructed, his voice surprisingly tender. "Focus here."

Grateful for the distraction, Devika fixed her eyes on Dattu's face as Vishnu's finger pressed more insistently behind her. The pressure increased gradually until the tight ring of muscle finally yielded, allowing the tip of his finger to slip inside.

"Ah!" Devika cried out, her features contorting with discomfort. "It hurts!"

"I know," Vishnu acknowledged, keeping his finger still to allow her body to adjust. "The pain will pass."

Dattu stroked her hair, his eyes never leaving hers as she struggled with the unfamiliar intrusion. "You're doing well," he murmured, his voice a soothing contrast to the burning sensation between her legs.

Vishnu attempted to push deeper, but the resistance and dryness made progress difficult. Devika moaned in pain, her eyes seeking Dattu's in desperate appeal.

"Wait," Vishnu said, withdrawing his finger. "I need something to make this easier."

He reached toward the nightstand, rummaging through the drawer until he found a small jar of petroleum jelly. "This will help," he promised, unscrewing the cap.

Devika watched over her shoulder as he scooped a generous amount onto his fingers. The clear gel glistened in the lamplight as he returned to position behind her.

"Cold," she gasped as he applied the slick substance to her sensitive entrance, coating it thoroughly before attempting entry again.

This time his finger slid in more easily, the lubrication allowing smoother penetration. Devika drew a sharp breath, her eyes locked with Dattu's as she processed this new sensation. The burning discomfort remained, but lessened by the slickness.

Vishnu pushed deeper, his finger advancing inch by inch into territory never before explored. "So tight," he marveled, his voice thick with desire. "Your body is fighting against me."

Devika clutched at Dattu's shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as Vishnu's finger seated itself fully within her. The foreign pressure, the knowledge of where he was touching her, the taboo nature of the act—all combined to create a complex mixture of pain, shame, and unexpected excitement.

"Take a deep breath," Vishnu instructed, beginning to move his finger in a gentle in-and-out motion. "Let your body adjust."

Devika inhaled deeply, her eyes never leaving Dattu's as she focused on relaxing muscles that instinctively wanted to expel the intrusion. After several careful thrusts, she felt the sharp pain gradually transforming into a duller pressure, still uncomfortable but increasingly manageable.

"It's... not as bad now," she admitted, surprise evident in her voice.

Dattu smiled up at her, his thumbs wiping away moisture from her cheeks—tears she hadn't realized she'd shed. "See? Your body learns quickly."

Encouraged by her adaptation, Vishnu withdrew his finger almost completely before adding more lubricant. When he penetrated her again, the additional slickness further reduced the friction and discomfort.

"Better?" he asked, establishing a slow, gentle rhythm.

Devika nodded, a hesitant smile crossing her lips as she looked down at Dattu. "It's... different," she admitted. "Strange, but not as painful now."

Vishnu continued for several minutes, his movements deliberate and patient as he introduced her body to this new sensation. Gradually, Devika's breathing steadied, her initial tension giving way to cautious acceptance of the unfamiliar pleasure.

"I think you're ready for more," Vishnu announced, withdrawing his finger to add additional lubricant.

"More?" Devika tensed immediately, glancing back over her shoulder with renewed apprehension.

"Two fingers," Vishnu clarified, holding them up for her to see. "You need to stretch if you ever want to take more."

"I told you, there won't be—"

"Even so," Vishnu interrupted gently. "Trust me, madam."

Devika looked to Dattu, seeking his guidance once more. He nodded encouragingly, his hands moving to stroke her shoulders. "You can do this," he assured her. "Show us how strong Kerala women are."

The challenge in his words, the subtle appeal to her pride, compelled her to agree despite her misgivings. She turned back to face him, bracing herself for what was to come.

Vishnu positioned two slick fingers at her entrance, pressing gently but firmly. The additional width immediately reawakened the burning sensation, her body resisting this greater intrusion.

"Ah!" Devika cried out, instinctively lurching forward to escape the pressure.

Dattu's hands moved quickly to her face, pulling her down into a deep kiss. His lips covered hers, swallowing her sounds of distress as Vishnu continued his careful but persistent entry. The taste of tobacco and paan on Dattu's tongue, once repellent, now served as a strange comfort—something familiar to anchor her as her body struggled to accommodate this new invasion.

"It helps," she gasped against his mouth when they briefly broke for air. "When I kiss your lips, I can distract myself from the pain."

Dattu's eyes widened slightly at this admission. "Then keep kissing me," he encouraged, pulling her back down.

Their lips locked together, tongues tangling as Vishnu finally managed to work both fingers inside her resistant body. Devika moaned into Dattu's mouth, the sound vibrating between them as she clutched his shoulders for support.

"I don't know why," she whispered during a brief separation, "but I think I love you, Dattu." The words surprised even her, drawn forth perhaps by the intensity of sensation, the vulnerability of her position, or simply the unexpected tenderness he'd shown throughout the night.

Dattu's weathered face softened with genuine emotion, his calloused hand cupping her cheek. "You starve for affection," he observed, his voice gentler than she'd ever heard it. "Your husband neglects what should be treasured."

Behind her, Vishnu began moving his fingers, establishing a slow rhythm that drew gasps from Devika with each careful thrust. Her body gradually adjusted to the intrusion, the burning discomfort slowly transforming into a strange fullness that wasn't entirely unpleasant.

When Vishnu paused his movements, Devika broke her kiss with Dattu, drawing several deep breaths as she rested her forehead against his. "It's... getting easier," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

"Good," Vishnu praised, his free hand stroking the small of her back. "Now for the third finger."

"Third?" Devika's head snapped up, panic flashing across her features. "No, I can't take more."

"You must try at least three," Vishnu insisted, his tone surprisingly academic. "If you ever want to accommodate something larger, three fingers is the minimum preparation."

Dattu nodded in agreement. "He's right. Three is necessary."

Devika shook her head frantically. "I told you, there won't be a next time for... that."

A knowing smile played across Dattu's lips. "We'll see," he murmured, his tone suggesting he knew better. "In time, you'll come to us starving for our cocks."

The crude prediction sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through Devika's body, her inner muscles clenching around Vishnu's fingers. The involuntary reaction surprised all three of them, a momentary silence falling over the room.

Recovering first, Devika captured Dattu's lips again, needing the distraction as Vishnu withdrew his fingers to apply more lubricant. She kissed the older man with desperate intensity, her tongue pushing past his lips to explore the familiar bitterness of his mouth.

"Ready?" Vishnu asked, positioning three slickened fingers at her entrance.

Devika nodded against Dattu's lips, unable to form words but communicating her consent through the slight movement. She felt the increased pressure immediately, her body instinctively resisting the wider intrusion.

"Relax," Vishnu encouraged, maintaining steady pressure without forcing entry. "Breathe through it."

Dattu's hands moved to intertwine with hers, providing something to grip as the pressure intensified. Devika clutched his fingers tightly, her knuckles whitening as Vishnu attempted to work his third finger alongside the others.

The stretching sensation became overwhelming, tears welling in her eyes and spilling onto her cheeks. She captured Dattu's lips again, kissing him with frantic need as if she could transfer her pain into passion.

"Don't leave me," she moaned against his mouth, the words barely intelligible through her distress.

Vishnu found the resistance too great, withdrawing slightly to continue with just two fingers. "We'll try again in a minute," he assured her, establishing a gentle rhythm that gradually helped her muscles relax once more.

Under the continuous motion, Devika's breathing eventually steadied, her death grip on Dattu's hands easing as her body accommodated the intrusion. The burning sensation faded into a dull pressure, occasionally sparking unexpected flashes of pleasure that confused and intrigued her.

"Let's try again," Vishnu suggested after several minutes, once more adding lubricant before positioning three fingers at her entrance.

This time, Devika was prepared, taking a deep breath before sealing her lips over Dattu's. She sucked his lower lip between her teeth, focusing on this sensation rather than the increasing pressure behind her.

Vishnu pushed forward with careful determination, the additional lubrication allowing his third finger to gradually join the others. Devika cried out against Dattu's mouth, tears flowing freely now as her body stretched beyond what she'd thought possible.

"Yes," she gasped, the word emerging as a sob. "Yes."

The third finger finally slipped past the resistant ring of muscle, sliding in alongside the others. Devika's entire body shuddered at the fullness, her breath coming in ragged gasps against Dattu's lips.

"How does it feel?" Dattu asked, tasting the salt of her tears as he kissed the moisture from her cheeks.

"It hurts," she admitted, her voice trembling. "But it's... it's not just pain anymore."

Vishnu kept his fingers still, allowing her time to adjust to the unprecedented stretch. "You're doing so well," he praised, his free hand stroking her lower back soothingly.

After a long moment, he began to move his fingers, very slowly withdrawing before pressing forward again. Each careful thrust drew a gasp from Devika's lips, her body trembling with the intensity of sensation.

Dattu shifted beneath her, one hand reaching down to find the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. As Vishnu continued his careful penetration behind her, Dattu's fingers began a gentle circular motion against her most responsive point.

The dual stimulation—Vishnu's fingers filling her from behind while Dattu played with her in front—created an overwhelming assault on her senses. Devika cried out against Dattu's lips, her body caught between pleasure and discomfort, unable to process both sensations simultaneously.

"Oh god," she moaned, her lips never fully leaving Dattu's as she spoke. "I can't... it's too much..."

Despite her protest, her body responded to their combined attention, moisture gathering where Dattu's fingers worked their magic. He increased his pace, matching his rhythm to Vishnu's careful thrusts, creating a coordinated attack on her defenses.

Devika surrendered completely to sensation, no longer fighting the unfamiliar fullness behind or the building pressure in front. Her mouth remained locked with Dattu's, drawing strength and comfort from the connection as father and son worked in tandem to drive her toward a peak she hadn't known was possible.

Their synchronized movements intensified, Vishnu's fingers pressing deeper while Dattu's circled faster. Caught between them, Devika could only moan against Dattu's mouth, her sounds of pleasure growing increasingly desperate as they pushed her toward the edge.

The night stretched on, midnight approaching as they continued their intimate exploration, introducing Devika to pleasures she'd never imagined—pleasures that, despite her denials, left her wondering when she might experience them again.

[pro10]

waiting for the father and son duo fuck the shit of devika. Double penetration please.
Also dattu should take her anal verginity.

[Sage_69]

Devika needs a DP to turn on the final sex switch. Then she will get the real pleasure of sex and become an all-time horny teacher.

[jaksa]

Thanks for the best story i ever read in my life
Keep the same slow raw pace no rush in fuking rather explore devika more
And adding more men adds more kick to story don't get confused you continue your story
Devike can handle more men hahaha...
Keep updating big and wishes for the best story on internet history!!!!!

[jakdommy5655]

please continue, its toooo erotic

[jaksa]

Guys I need the entire list of male characters who are Waiting to fuk Devika in this story?

Vishnu
Pathan
Seenu
Vishnu Dad
Seenu Friend textile owner
Watchman
Oldman in bus

Any other???

[pro10]

will there be no update today?

[Thilka]

Unexpected. Update today

[StoryReader1]

Pl cont

[prady12191]

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