24-11-2025, 10:55 PM
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.
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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