24-11-2025, 06:15 PM
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."
"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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