29-11-2025, 06:03 PM
As Vishnu lay recovering beside them, his chest still heaving from exertion, Dattu positioned himself behind Devika. His weathered hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her backward slightly to align their bodies. She remained on her hands and knees, her hair falling in damp tendrils around her face, skin glistening with perspiration in the dim bedroom light.
The realization of what was happening—being passed from son to father like some shared possession—sent a complicated surge of emotions through Devika's exhausted body. Shame mingled with a perverse excitement, degradation with unexpected power.
"Is this what I've become?" she whispered, the words barely audible. "Passed between men like a cheap whore?"
Dattu leaned forward, his calloused palm stroking her back with surprising tenderness. "No," he murmured, his voice rough with desire yet gentle. "You're a queen choosing her pleasure after years of neglect."
His words, simple yet profound, soothed something within her. After Rajeevan's betrayals—the Bengali receptionist, the Filipina nurse, the casual cruelty of his video calls—perhaps she deserved this night of abandoned morality. Perhaps this was her reclamation, not her fall.
"I love you, Devika," Dattu said suddenly, the unexpected declaration hanging in the air between them. "I've loved you since I first saw you."
Before she could process his words, Dattu positioned his erection at her entrance and pushed forward in one fluid motion. Despite Vishnu's earlier attention, Dattu's greater thickness stretched her painfully, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.
"Ah!" she gasped, her body tensing around the sudden invasion. "It hurts!"
Dattu stilled immediately, his hands moving to stroke her sides with soothing pressure. "Shhh," he murmured, remaining motionless to allow her body to adjust. "It will pass."
Beside them, Vishnu watched with half-lidded eyes, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and renewed interest as he observed his father claiming what he had just relinquished. The sight of Dattu's weathered form positioned behind Devika's pale curves created a stark contrast that heightened the forbidden nature of their union.
After several deep breaths, Devika nodded slightly. "I'm ready," she whispered, her voice trembling but determined. "You can move now."
Dattu began with gentle, shallow thrusts, each movement careful and measured as he gauged her response. The initial pain gradually subsided, replaced by a fullness that sparked renewed pleasure despite her fatigue. Her body, already sensitive from Vishnu's attention, responded with surprising eagerness to this new invasion.
"You feel different from your son," she admitted, glancing back over her shoulder at him. "Thicker. Harder."
Pride flashed across Dattu's weathered features, his chest puffing slightly at the comparison. "A man knows how to pleasure a woman better than a boy," he declared, his pace increasing gradually as her body yielded to him.
His movements grew more confident as he established a rhythm, his calloused hands gripping her hips with increasing pressure. Each forward thrust sent small waves rippling through her flesh, the impact creating subtle echoes throughout her exhausted body.
After several minutes of this position, Dattu suddenly withdrew, leaving Devika feeling empty and confused. Before she could question him, his strong hands flipped her onto her back in one swift motion. She landed against the mattress with a soft gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes as he positioned himself above her.
"I want to see your face," he explained, his voice gruff with emotion. "Want to watch your eyes while I'm inside you."
The tender sentiment, delivered in his rough cadence, sent an unexpected warmth spreading through Devika's chest. She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his weathered face with gentle curiosity.
"You're beautiful," she whispered, surprising herself with the sincerity of the compliment.
Dattu laughed, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "No woman has called me beautiful before," he admitted, his expression softening. "Only a Kerala professor would say such a thing to an old mechanic."
He positioned himself between her thighs, spreading her legs wider with gentle pressure. His erection pressed against her entrance once more, the blunt tip seeking permission that her body readily granted. With deliberate slowness, he pushed forward, filling her completely in one long, steady motion.
Devika's back arched off the bed at the sensation, a low moan escaping her throat as he seated himself fully within her. In this position, he seemed to reach even deeper, touching places within her that sent sparks of pleasure racing along her spine.
"So tight," Dattu groaned, his body trembling with the effort of remaining still. "So perfect."
He lowered his weight onto her, his chest pressing against her breasts as he established himself fully above her. The sensation of being completely covered by his body—his greater height and breadth enveloping her smaller frame—created a cocoon of masculine presence that both trapped and protected her.
Dattu began to move, his hips establishing a slow, grinding rhythm against hers. Each thrust pressed her deeper into the mattress, the springs creaking beneath their combined weight as he claimed her with unhurried determination.
From his position beside them, Vishnu observed the stark contrast between their bodies with fascination. Dattu's weathered form, darkened by decades of sun and labor, moved above Devika's lighter complexion like shadow against moonlight. His father's graying chest hair rubbed against her smooth breasts, his calloused hands enveloping her smaller ones as he intertwined their fingers and pinned them beside her head.
"Look at him," Vishnu murmured, his voice thick with renewed arousal despite his recent release. "A low-class mechanic fucking a high-class Kerala professor."
The crude observation, spoken with such casual certainty, sent another wave of complicated emotions washing through Devika. There was truth in his words—the gulf between their social positions could not be wider, yet here they were, joined in the most intimate way possible.
Dattu's movements grew more confident, his hips rolling against hers with increasing urgency. Perspiration gathered on his forehead and chest, dripping onto Devika's skin as he worked above her. The salty moisture mingled with her own sweat, creating a slick connection between their bodies that intensified the sensation of skin sliding against skin.
"I feel your sweat on me," Devika gasped, the words emerging unbidden as another drop fell from his brow onto her cheek. "It's so... real."
Dattu understood her meaning immediately—this was not the sanitized, perfumed coupling she knew with Rajeevan, but something primal and honest, bodies sharing their scents and secretions without pretense or shame.
She twisted her head to the side, seeking his mouth with surprising hunger despite their extended exertions. Dattu claimed her lips immediately, his tongue pushing past her teeth to explore her mouth with possessive fervor. The taste of him—tobacco, paan, and something uniquely male—filled her senses as their tongues tangled in wet communion.
Without breaking their kiss, Dattu released her hands and slid his arms beneath her, his palms finding the hollows of her armpits. His fingers curled over her shoulders from above, creating anchor points that allowed him to pull her down to meet each upward thrust of his hips.
This new leverage intensified his penetration, each movement driving him impossibly deeper. Devika gasped against his mouth, her freed hands flying to his back where they traced the shifting muscles beneath his sweat-slicked skin.
"You're incredible," she breathed during a brief separation of their lips. "So strong, so powerful."
The praise spurred Dattu to greater efforts, his pace increasing as pride and desire fueled his movements. His fingers dug deeper into her shoulders, using the grip to pull her firmly onto his erection with each thrust.
"You like this old man fucking you?" he growled against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Better than your fancy husband?"
"Yes," Devika admitted without hesitation, her voice breaking as a particularly deep thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "So much better. Rajeevan never made me feel like this."
Dattu's expression transformed with primal satisfaction at her admission. "He doesn't deserve you," he declared, his movements becoming more forceful, almost punishing in their intensity. "A man who can't appreciate such a woman is no man at all."
The increased pace and depth pushed Devika toward another peak, her body responding eagerly despite her earlier climax. She clung to Dattu's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as pleasure built within her core.
"I love you," Dattu repeated, his voice strained with effort and emotion. "Have loved you since I saw you."
Whether the declaration was born of genuine feeling or simply the heat of passion, Devika couldn't determine. In this moment, it hardly mattered—the words washed over her, soothing wounds left by Rajeevan's indifference and stoking the flames of her approaching release.
"I think I'm close again," she gasped, surprise evident in her voice at her body's continued responsiveness. "I didn't know I could feel this way twice in one night."
Dattu's rhythm faltered briefly at her words before resuming with renewed purpose. "Let go," he encouraged, his voice rough against her ear. "Let this old man make you come."
He increased his pace, his hips pistoninng against hers with growing urgency. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, creating an obscene symphony that heightened the carnal nature of their connection.
Vishnu watched with rapt attention as his father's weathered body moved above Devika's trembling form. The sight of them locked together—his biology teacher surrendering completely to his father's rough passion—sent blood rushing to his groin despite his recent exertion.
Devika sensed Dattu's approaching climax in the increasingly erratic nature of his thrusts, the tightening of his fingers on her shoulders, the growing tension in his body above her. Understanding flashed through her lust-clouded mind—he was close, perhaps moments away from release.
"Inside me," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. "I want to feel you finish inside me."
The permission unleashed something primal in Dattu's movements. His thrusts became almost desperate, lacking their earlier control but compensating with raw intensity. Each impact drove the breath from Devika's lungs, her body sliding higher on the bed with the force of his passion.
"I'm going to—" Dattu's words dissolved into a guttural groan as his release approached. "Oh god, Devika!"
"Yes!" she cried, her own climax building in perfect synchronization with his. "Don't stop!"
The room filled with their combined sounds—Dattu's deep groans, Devika's higher-pitched cries, the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath their urgent movements. The symphony of their passion reached a crescendo as Dattu delivered one final, powerful thrust and held himself deep within her.
"Devika!" he cried, her name emerging as a prayer and curse combined. "I'm coming!"
The sensation of his pulsing release triggered her own climax, waves of pleasure radiating outward from her core to engulf her entire body. She clutched at his shoulders, her back arching off the bed as ecstasy claimed her for the second time that night.
"Dattu!" she gasped, his name falling from her lips as her inner muscles clenched around him, milking every drop of his release.
With each pulse of his climax, Dattu ground his hips against hers in small, circular motions, extending their shared pleasure as long as possible. His lips found her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin as they rode out the aftershocks together.
For several long moments, they remained joined, their bodies trembling with aftershocks of pleasure as their breathing gradually slowed. Dattu's weight pressed Devika into the mattress, his larger frame covering hers completely as he recovered from the intensity of his release.
Eventually, with a final kiss to her forehead, Dattu rolled to her side, his softening member slipping from her body as he settled beside her. Perspiration glistened on his chest as it rose and fell with each deep breath, his weathered face transformed by an expression of utter contentment.
Devika lay between them now—Dattu on her left, Vishnu on her right—three naked bodies recovering in the aftermath of shared passion. The scents of their exertions filled the small bedroom, creating an intimate atmosphere that cocooned them in their temporary sanctuary from the outside world.
As her breathing steadied, Devika gazed at the ceiling, processing the enormity of what had transpired. In one evening, she had crossed boundaries she'd never imagined approaching, surrendering to desires she'd previously denied even existing within herself.
Yet rather than the shame or regret she might have expected, she felt a strange peace settling over her exhausted body. Between these two men—father and son who had seen her at her most vulnerable and most powerful—she had discovered aspects of herself long buried beneath layers of propriety and expectation.
Tomorrow would bring complications and questions, but tonight, in this moment of perfect stillness between Dattu and Vishnu, Devika allowed herself to simply be—not a professor, not a neglected wife, just a woman who had claimed her pleasure without apology.
The realization of what was happening—being passed from son to father like some shared possession—sent a complicated surge of emotions through Devika's exhausted body. Shame mingled with a perverse excitement, degradation with unexpected power.
"Is this what I've become?" she whispered, the words barely audible. "Passed between men like a cheap whore?"
Dattu leaned forward, his calloused palm stroking her back with surprising tenderness. "No," he murmured, his voice rough with desire yet gentle. "You're a queen choosing her pleasure after years of neglect."
His words, simple yet profound, soothed something within her. After Rajeevan's betrayals—the Bengali receptionist, the Filipina nurse, the casual cruelty of his video calls—perhaps she deserved this night of abandoned morality. Perhaps this was her reclamation, not her fall.
"I love you, Devika," Dattu said suddenly, the unexpected declaration hanging in the air between them. "I've loved you since I first saw you."
Before she could process his words, Dattu positioned his erection at her entrance and pushed forward in one fluid motion. Despite Vishnu's earlier attention, Dattu's greater thickness stretched her painfully, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.
"Ah!" she gasped, her body tensing around the sudden invasion. "It hurts!"
Dattu stilled immediately, his hands moving to stroke her sides with soothing pressure. "Shhh," he murmured, remaining motionless to allow her body to adjust. "It will pass."
Beside them, Vishnu watched with half-lidded eyes, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and renewed interest as he observed his father claiming what he had just relinquished. The sight of Dattu's weathered form positioned behind Devika's pale curves created a stark contrast that heightened the forbidden nature of their union.
After several deep breaths, Devika nodded slightly. "I'm ready," she whispered, her voice trembling but determined. "You can move now."
Dattu began with gentle, shallow thrusts, each movement careful and measured as he gauged her response. The initial pain gradually subsided, replaced by a fullness that sparked renewed pleasure despite her fatigue. Her body, already sensitive from Vishnu's attention, responded with surprising eagerness to this new invasion.
"You feel different from your son," she admitted, glancing back over her shoulder at him. "Thicker. Harder."
Pride flashed across Dattu's weathered features, his chest puffing slightly at the comparison. "A man knows how to pleasure a woman better than a boy," he declared, his pace increasing gradually as her body yielded to him.
His movements grew more confident as he established a rhythm, his calloused hands gripping her hips with increasing pressure. Each forward thrust sent small waves rippling through her flesh, the impact creating subtle echoes throughout her exhausted body.
After several minutes of this position, Dattu suddenly withdrew, leaving Devika feeling empty and confused. Before she could question him, his strong hands flipped her onto her back in one swift motion. She landed against the mattress with a soft gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes as he positioned himself above her.
"I want to see your face," he explained, his voice gruff with emotion. "Want to watch your eyes while I'm inside you."
The tender sentiment, delivered in his rough cadence, sent an unexpected warmth spreading through Devika's chest. She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his weathered face with gentle curiosity.
"You're beautiful," she whispered, surprising herself with the sincerity of the compliment.
Dattu laughed, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "No woman has called me beautiful before," he admitted, his expression softening. "Only a Kerala professor would say such a thing to an old mechanic."
He positioned himself between her thighs, spreading her legs wider with gentle pressure. His erection pressed against her entrance once more, the blunt tip seeking permission that her body readily granted. With deliberate slowness, he pushed forward, filling her completely in one long, steady motion.
Devika's back arched off the bed at the sensation, a low moan escaping her throat as he seated himself fully within her. In this position, he seemed to reach even deeper, touching places within her that sent sparks of pleasure racing along her spine.
"So tight," Dattu groaned, his body trembling with the effort of remaining still. "So perfect."
He lowered his weight onto her, his chest pressing against her breasts as he established himself fully above her. The sensation of being completely covered by his body—his greater height and breadth enveloping her smaller frame—created a cocoon of masculine presence that both trapped and protected her.
Dattu began to move, his hips establishing a slow, grinding rhythm against hers. Each thrust pressed her deeper into the mattress, the springs creaking beneath their combined weight as he claimed her with unhurried determination.
From his position beside them, Vishnu observed the stark contrast between their bodies with fascination. Dattu's weathered form, darkened by decades of sun and labor, moved above Devika's lighter complexion like shadow against moonlight. His father's graying chest hair rubbed against her smooth breasts, his calloused hands enveloping her smaller ones as he intertwined their fingers and pinned them beside her head.
"Look at him," Vishnu murmured, his voice thick with renewed arousal despite his recent release. "A low-class mechanic fucking a high-class Kerala professor."
The crude observation, spoken with such casual certainty, sent another wave of complicated emotions washing through Devika. There was truth in his words—the gulf between their social positions could not be wider, yet here they were, joined in the most intimate way possible.
Dattu's movements grew more confident, his hips rolling against hers with increasing urgency. Perspiration gathered on his forehead and chest, dripping onto Devika's skin as he worked above her. The salty moisture mingled with her own sweat, creating a slick connection between their bodies that intensified the sensation of skin sliding against skin.
"I feel your sweat on me," Devika gasped, the words emerging unbidden as another drop fell from his brow onto her cheek. "It's so... real."
Dattu understood her meaning immediately—this was not the sanitized, perfumed coupling she knew with Rajeevan, but something primal and honest, bodies sharing their scents and secretions without pretense or shame.
She twisted her head to the side, seeking his mouth with surprising hunger despite their extended exertions. Dattu claimed her lips immediately, his tongue pushing past her teeth to explore her mouth with possessive fervor. The taste of him—tobacco, paan, and something uniquely male—filled her senses as their tongues tangled in wet communion.
Without breaking their kiss, Dattu released her hands and slid his arms beneath her, his palms finding the hollows of her armpits. His fingers curled over her shoulders from above, creating anchor points that allowed him to pull her down to meet each upward thrust of his hips.
This new leverage intensified his penetration, each movement driving him impossibly deeper. Devika gasped against his mouth, her freed hands flying to his back where they traced the shifting muscles beneath his sweat-slicked skin.
"You're incredible," she breathed during a brief separation of their lips. "So strong, so powerful."
The praise spurred Dattu to greater efforts, his pace increasing as pride and desire fueled his movements. His fingers dug deeper into her shoulders, using the grip to pull her firmly onto his erection with each thrust.
"You like this old man fucking you?" he growled against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Better than your fancy husband?"
"Yes," Devika admitted without hesitation, her voice breaking as a particularly deep thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "So much better. Rajeevan never made me feel like this."
Dattu's expression transformed with primal satisfaction at her admission. "He doesn't deserve you," he declared, his movements becoming more forceful, almost punishing in their intensity. "A man who can't appreciate such a woman is no man at all."
The increased pace and depth pushed Devika toward another peak, her body responding eagerly despite her earlier climax. She clung to Dattu's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as pleasure built within her core.
"I love you," Dattu repeated, his voice strained with effort and emotion. "Have loved you since I saw you."
Whether the declaration was born of genuine feeling or simply the heat of passion, Devika couldn't determine. In this moment, it hardly mattered—the words washed over her, soothing wounds left by Rajeevan's indifference and stoking the flames of her approaching release.
"I think I'm close again," she gasped, surprise evident in her voice at her body's continued responsiveness. "I didn't know I could feel this way twice in one night."
Dattu's rhythm faltered briefly at her words before resuming with renewed purpose. "Let go," he encouraged, his voice rough against her ear. "Let this old man make you come."
He increased his pace, his hips pistoninng against hers with growing urgency. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, creating an obscene symphony that heightened the carnal nature of their connection.
Vishnu watched with rapt attention as his father's weathered body moved above Devika's trembling form. The sight of them locked together—his biology teacher surrendering completely to his father's rough passion—sent blood rushing to his groin despite his recent exertion.
Devika sensed Dattu's approaching climax in the increasingly erratic nature of his thrusts, the tightening of his fingers on her shoulders, the growing tension in his body above her. Understanding flashed through her lust-clouded mind—he was close, perhaps moments away from release.
"Inside me," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. "I want to feel you finish inside me."
The permission unleashed something primal in Dattu's movements. His thrusts became almost desperate, lacking their earlier control but compensating with raw intensity. Each impact drove the breath from Devika's lungs, her body sliding higher on the bed with the force of his passion.
"I'm going to—" Dattu's words dissolved into a guttural groan as his release approached. "Oh god, Devika!"
"Yes!" she cried, her own climax building in perfect synchronization with his. "Don't stop!"
The room filled with their combined sounds—Dattu's deep groans, Devika's higher-pitched cries, the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath their urgent movements. The symphony of their passion reached a crescendo as Dattu delivered one final, powerful thrust and held himself deep within her.
"Devika!" he cried, her name emerging as a prayer and curse combined. "I'm coming!"
The sensation of his pulsing release triggered her own climax, waves of pleasure radiating outward from her core to engulf her entire body. She clutched at his shoulders, her back arching off the bed as ecstasy claimed her for the second time that night.
"Dattu!" she gasped, his name falling from her lips as her inner muscles clenched around him, milking every drop of his release.
With each pulse of his climax, Dattu ground his hips against hers in small, circular motions, extending their shared pleasure as long as possible. His lips found her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin as they rode out the aftershocks together.
For several long moments, they remained joined, their bodies trembling with aftershocks of pleasure as their breathing gradually slowed. Dattu's weight pressed Devika into the mattress, his larger frame covering hers completely as he recovered from the intensity of his release.
Eventually, with a final kiss to her forehead, Dattu rolled to her side, his softening member slipping from her body as he settled beside her. Perspiration glistened on his chest as it rose and fell with each deep breath, his weathered face transformed by an expression of utter contentment.
Devika lay between them now—Dattu on her left, Vishnu on her right—three naked bodies recovering in the aftermath of shared passion. The scents of their exertions filled the small bedroom, creating an intimate atmosphere that cocooned them in their temporary sanctuary from the outside world.
As her breathing steadied, Devika gazed at the ceiling, processing the enormity of what had transpired. In one evening, she had crossed boundaries she'd never imagined approaching, surrendering to desires she'd previously denied even existing within herself.
Yet rather than the shame or regret she might have expected, she felt a strange peace settling over her exhausted body. Between these two men—father and son who had seen her at her most vulnerable and most powerful—she had discovered aspects of herself long buried beneath layers of propriety and expectation.
Tomorrow would bring complications and questions, but tonight, in this moment of perfect stillness between Dattu and Vishnu, Devika allowed herself to simply be—not a professor, not a neglected wife, just a woman who had claimed her pleasure without apology.
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