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

[prady12191]

"Enough for today," Vishnu said, his voice gentle as he slowly withdrew his fingers from Devika's body. "You've done well for your first time."

Devika collapsed against Dattu's chest, her breathing ragged, face flushed with exertion and lingering embarrassment. Her body trembled slightly in the aftermath of such intimate exploration, a complex mixture of relief and strange emptiness washing over her as Vishnu's fingers left her.

"Was it very painful?" Dattu asked, his weathered hands stroking her hair with surprising tenderness.

Devika nodded against his chest. "Yes," she admitted softly. "But toward the end, it became... different."

Vishnu moved behind her once more, his hands finding the soft curves of her hips. With gentle pressure, he guided her back onto her hands and knees, positioning her above Dattu in a way that left her feeling utterly exposed.

"What are you doing now?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder.

Vishnu smiled, his eyes dark with renewed hunger. "You've been so brave," he murmured, his thumbs making small circles against her skin. "Now it's time for your reward."

His erection, which had never fully subsided during her training, now stood rigid with anticipation. He took himself in hand, guiding the tip to her entrance but not pushing forward. Instead, he began to slide his length along her outer folds, coating himself in her abundant moisture.

The sensation of his hardness gliding against her sensitized flesh drew a deep moan from Devika's throat. After the burning discomfort of anal play, this familiar contact felt like coming home—her body responding with immediate enthusiasm to the promised pleasure.

"Yes," she breathed, her hips instinctively pushing back against him. "Please."

Vishnu continued this teasing motion, dragging his tip from her entrance up to her sensitive bundle of nerves and back again. Each pass collected more of her wetness, evidence of her arousal that contradicted her earlier exhaustion. Despite the fatigue in her limbs, her body hungered for more.

"You're so wet," Vishnu observed, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Your body wants this."

Beneath her, Dattu watched her face intently, cataloging each microexpression as pleasure overtook discomfort. His weathered hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs tracing her flushed skin with reverent attention.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. "So beautiful when you're like this."

Vishnu continued his torment, now focusing his attention on that most sensitive point at the apex of her thighs. He circled the rigid bud with his tip, creating exquisite friction that made Devika's eyes flutter closed.

"Stop teasing," she gasped, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure washed through her. "Please."

Instead of complying, Vishnu intensified his efforts, taking himself fully in hand and tapping his erection lightly against her swollen flesh. Each gentle impact sent jolts of electricity through her nervous system, building a pressure that demanded release.

Unable to bear the teasing any longer, Devika turned her attention to Dattu. "Make him stop," she pleaded, her eyes locking with the older man's. "Tell your son to stop torturing me like this."

Dattu smiled, a slow spreading of his lips that held both affection and mischief. "Why should I?" he countered, his thumbs brushing across her parted lips. "You look so beautiful when you're desperate."

"Please," she whispered, the single word carrying all her need.

Dattu's expression softened slightly at her genuine distress. "Vishnu," he called without breaking eye contact with Devika. "Stop playing. Give her what she needs."

Behind her, Vishnu chuckled softly. "As you wish, Father."

He positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt pressure of his tip sending a thrill of anticipation through Devika's body. With a single, smooth thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, the sudden fullness drawing a sharp cry from her throat.

"God!" she gasped, her back arching as she adjusted to his invasion.

Vishnu groaned at the sensation of her body gripping him tightly, her inner muscles still sensitive from their earlier coupling. He remained motionless for several heartbeats, savoring the wet heat that enveloped him so completely.

"You feel even better than before," he murmured, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "Tighter. Hotter."

Devika could only moan in response, words failing her as her body processed this renewed connection. The position—on her hands and knees above Dattu while Vishnu claimed her from behind—created deeper penetration than she'd experienced before, his length reaching parts of her that sent sparks of pleasure racing along her spine.

Vishnu began to move, establishing a slow, deliberate rhythm that allowed her to feel every inch of him as he withdrew almost completely before driving forward again. Each thrust pushed her forward slightly, her face hovering inches above Dattu's as her body rocked with Vishnu's movements.

"So deep," she whispered, her eyes finding Dattu's in search of anchor amidst the sea of sensation. "He's so deep inside me."

Dattu's weathered hands moved to cradle her face, holding her steady as Vishnu's pace increased behind her. "I love seeing you like this," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. "Taking my son's cock while looking into my eyes."

The crude words, delivered with such tenderness, sent another wave of arousal washing through Devika's body. She lowered her face further, her lips seeking Dattu's in desperate need of connection. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling as Vishnu continued his steady rhythm behind her.

With each forward thrust, Devika's body crashed against Dattu's lips, the force of Vishnu's movements driving her deeper into the older man's embrace. She surrendered to this rhythm, allowing herself to be propelled between father and son—kissing Dattu with each impact, then pulling away slightly as Vishnu withdrew, only to be driven forward again in an endless cycle.

Vishnu's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he established control over their shared motion. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room—a steady, rhythmic slapping as his groin connected with her buttocks on each forward thrust. Each impact sent small shockwaves through her flesh, creating a jiggling motion that drew an appreciative groan from his throat.

"Your ass," he grunted between thrusts, "looks amazing... when I... hit it."

Devika moaned against Dattu's mouth, unable to form coherent responses as Vishnu continued his relentless pace. Her body had become a vessel for sensation, all thought suspended as pleasure radiated outward from her core with each powerful thrust.

Dattu's hands moved from her face to her breasts, capturing the swaying mounds as they rocked with Vishnu's movements. His calloused palms created delicious friction against her nipples, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming input flooding her nervous system.

"You're ours now," Dattu whispered during a brief separation of their lips. "No matter what happens after tonight, remember this moment. Remember how it feels to be between us."

Something about his words—the possession, the connection, the promise of memory—pushed Devika closer to the edge. Her breathing grew more ragged, her moans more desperate as Vishnu maintained his steady rhythm behind her.

The minutes stretched as Vishnu continued, his stamina impressive after their earlier activities. Devika lost track of time, lost in the continuous cycle of penetration and withdrawal, of Dattu's kisses and Vishnu's possession. Her world narrowed to these sensations, all else falling away as pleasure built within her core.

Sweat glistened on all their bodies, the exertion of sustained passion creating a sheen that caught the dim lamplight. Vishnu's chest and forehead gleamed with moisture, rivulets tracing paths down his torso as he worked tirelessly behind her. His breathing had grown heavier, more labored, but his rhythm never faltered—each thrust as purposeful as the last.

"Twenty minutes," Dattu murmured against her lips, glancing at the bedside clock. "My son has been fucking you for twenty minutes without stopping."

The realization of such prolonged penetration sent another wave of arousal washing through Devika's body. She had never experienced such sustained passion, such tireless attention to her pleasure. Rajeevan had always been quick, efficient in his lovemaking—nothing like this endless cycle of building desire.

"I can't," she gasped, feeling a familiar tightening in her core. "I think I'm going to—"

Before she could complete her thought, Vishnu's pace suddenly increased, his thrusts becoming more urgent, less controlled. His fingers dug deeper into her hips, likely leaving marks that would linger for days.

"I'm close," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of delaying his release. "Where... should I..."

Understanding his question through the haze of her own pleasure, Devika glanced back over her shoulder. "Inside," she managed, the word barely audible through her panting. "It's safe."

The permission unleashed something primal in Vishnu's movements. His thrusts became almost frantic, his body slamming against hers with increasing force. Each impact drove Devika forward into Dattu's waiting embrace, their lips colliding with bruising intensity as Vishnu approached his climax.

"Coming," Vishnu cried out, his voice breaking on the word. "Oh god, I'm coming!"

His final thrusts were powerful enough to drive both Devika and Dattu further up the bed, the mattress creaking beneath their combined movement. With a strangled cry, Vishnu buried himself completely within her, his body going rigid as release claimed him.

Devika gasped at the sensation of his pulsing release, the warmth flooding her insides triggering her own climax. She cried out against Dattu's lips, her body convulsing around Vishnu's still-throbbing erection as waves of pleasure washed through her limbs.

For several eternal moments, all three remained locked together—Devika caught in the throes of her orgasm, Vishnu emptying himself within her, Dattu watching in fascination as both reached their peak simultaneously. The connection between them transcended the physical, creating a circuit of shared pleasure that bound them together in this perfect moment of release.

Finally, Vishnu's strength gave way. With a final, shuddering groan, he collapsed sideways onto the mattress, his softening member slipping from her body as he fell. His chest heaved with exertion, perspiration making his skin gleam in the dim light as he struggled to recover his breathing.

"Amazing," he managed between gasps, his eyes finding Devika's with newfound reverence. "You're... amazing."

Devika remained on her hands and knees above Dattu, her body trembling in the aftermath of such intense pleasure. She felt Vishnu's release begin to trickle from her body, evidence of their coupling that couldn't be denied or forgotten.

Dattu watched her face with undisguised hunger, his own need still evident in the rigid length that pressed against her thigh. Unlike his son, he had not found release during their extended play, his arousal maintained through careful control and the pleasure of witnessing their shared passion.

With deliberate movements, he extricated himself from beneath her, rising to his knees behind her as Vishnu recovered beside them. Dattu's weathered hands found her waist, his touch both possessive and questioning as he positioned himself where his son had been moments before.

"My turn," he said simply, his voice rough with need as he gazed down at her still-trembling form.