24-11-2025, 11:42 PM
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.
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.
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