Love or Lust

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Entwined Desires: The Unyielding Pull 

The first rays of dawn filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Priya and Vinay's bedroom, casting a soft, golden haze over the rumpled sheets. It had been mere hours since the previous night's exhaustive explorations, bodies finally collapsing into a tangled heap of limbs and satisfied sighs. Vinay stirred first, his mind foggy from the deep sleep that followed their marathon of pleasures. The clock on the nightstand read 5:30 AM, the world outside still hushed in Hanmakonda's early morning quiet. But within the room, a different symphony was already unfolding—one of flesh and fervor that pulled him from slumber.

A low, throaty moan pierced the air, feminine and unrestrained, vibrating through the mattress like a siren's call. Vinay's eyes fluttered open, his cock twitching instinctively at the sound. It was Anjali—her voice, usually so demure and measured in the light of day, now raw and pleading in the dim light. He lay still, feigning sleep, heart pounding as realization dawned. Beside him, the bed dipped and shifted with rhythmic urgency, the sheets whispering against skin.

Peering through slitted lids, Vinay took in the sight: Priya and Anjali, locked in their intimate ritual once more, as if the night's indulgences had only whetted their appetites. They had slipped away from his side sometime in the pre-dawn hours, drawn by that magnetic pull that now defined their mornings. Anjali's tall, voluptuous form arched against the headboard, her milky white skin flushed pink in the soft light, large breasts heaving with each breath. Her mangalsutra lay askew across her chest, black beads scattered like obsidian stars on her pale canvas. Priya, her dusky curves contrasting beautifully, straddled one of Anjali's thighs, their legs intertwined in the classic scissor—pussies pressed flush, clits aligned for maximum friction.

The intensity was immediate, no gentle warmup this time; their bodies moved with a desperate hunger, hips grinding in forceful circles that made the bedframe creak softly. Priya's hands braced on Anjali's shoulders, nails digging into the soft flesh as she rocked forward, her trimmed pussy lips parting Anjali's swollen folds with each thrust. Juices slicked their union, the wet schlick of skin on skin punctuating the air. Anjali's big ass clenched against the mattress, lifting her hips to meet Priya's, her thin waist twisting to deepen the contact.

'Ohhh... chelli... yes, right there,' Anjali moaned, her voice breaking into a high-pitched keen that sent a jolt straight to Vinay's groin. Normally so shy, so reserved—the woman who blushed at a mere compliment—now she vocalized without restraint, each sound a revelation that fueled his obsession. Her sensuous lips parted wide, dark eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, that intriguing mole above her left breast rising and falling with her labored breaths. The moan wasn't just noise; it was a confession, a surrender, and it hardened Vinay's cock to steel beneath the sheets.

Priya leaned in, capturing one of Anjali's pendulous breasts in her mouth, sucking the nipple hard while her hips pistoned faster. The globe deformed under the pressure, white flesh spilling around Priya's lips, the nipple pulled taut before release with a pop. Anjali's response was immediate—a loud, guttural moan that echoed off the walls, 'Aahh! Priya... harder, bite it!' Her hands flew to Priya's ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, pulling her closer to grind their clits together in a furious mash. The black beads of the mangalsutra jumped with the motion, clattering softly against Anjali's sternum as her breasts swung in heavy arcs—left, right, forward, back—like hypnotic pendulums marking the tempo of their coupling.

Vinay's breath hitched, his hand instinctively wrapping around his throbbing shaft, stroking slowly as he watched. Anjali's moans grew louder, more insistent, a cascade of sounds that betrayed her inner turmoil melting into pure need. 'Mmmph... oh god, your pussy feels so good on mine... don't stop, chelli!' Each word dissolved into a wail, her body undulating, big ass grinding down to spread her cheeks against the sheets. The sight of her—tall frame writhing, white skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, pussy lips red and engorged from the relentless friction—stirred something primal in him. Her shyness amplified it; this vocal abandon was his creation, the amulet's subtle weave unraveling her inhibitions thread by thread.

The scissoring intensified, their legs locked tighter, thighs flexing as they humped with abandon. Priya's clit dragged along Anjali's inner folds, parting them to rub the sensitive entrance before sliding up to mash the nubs directly. Anjali's hips bucked wildly, her moans turning into a continuous stream—'Ah! Ah! Yes... fuck, chelli, I'm so close!'—each one higher, breathier, her voluptuous body quaking. Her large breasts jiggled erratically now, nipples erect and begging, the mangalsutra chain whipping across them, beads bouncing in chaotic frenzy. Sweat trickled down her cleavage, making the black orbs glisten, and Vinay's strokes quickened, pre-cum leaking over his fist at the erotic display.

Priya broke from the nipple with a gasp, her own moans mingling as she ground harder, ass clenching with each roll. 'Akka, your moans... they make me so wet. Cum for me, let it out!' She reached down, fingers spreading Anjali's lips wider for deeper contact, thumb flicking the exposed clit. Anjali's cry shattered the morning hush—a long, drawn-out 'Oooohhh!' that vibrated through Vinay's core, his balls tightening at the raw passion from his usually demure neighbor. Her pussy spasmed visibly, juices squirting in a warm gush that soaked Priya's thigh and the sheets, her body convulsing in waves.

But they didn't stop; the intensity peaked into a frenzy. Anjali flipped Priya onto her back, taking the dominant role now, her tall frame hovering as she scissored down forcefully. Her big ass flexed with each descent, cheeks parting to reveal the slick trail of arousal dripping down. 'Your turn, chelli... moan for me,' Anjali demanded, voice husky, and Priya obliged with whimpers, but it was Anjali's own moans that dominated—loud, uninhibited cries of 'Yes! Deeper... oh fuck, your clit on mine!' Her pendulous breasts slapped against her chest with the vigorous motion, beads leaping up to hit her chin before falling back, the chain tugging at her neck.

Vinay could bear it no longer. The moans—Anjali's moans, so foreign to her shy persona—had him on the edge, cock pulsing in his grip. He sat up abruptly, the movement drawing their eyes. Anjali's face flushed deeper, a flicker of her old shyness returning mid-thrust, but the pleasure overrode it. 'Thammudu... you're awake,' she panted, hips still rolling, a moan escaping despite the surprise.

Vinay grinned, predatory, his erection tenting the sheet. 'Couldn't sleep through that symphony, akka. Your voice... it's driving me insane.' He crawled forward, positioning behind Anjali, hands gripping her swinging breasts to steady them. The weight filled his palms, soft and heavy, nipples pinching between his fingers as he kneaded. Anjali moaned louder at the touch—'Ahh! Thammudu...'—the sound sending fresh waves of lust through him. He leaned over her back, lips brushing her ear. 'Keep moaning like that. It's all for me now.'

Priya reached up, pulling Anjali down for a kiss—their tongues clashing wetly, moans muffled into each other's mouths—while Vinay's cock nudged between Anjali's ass cheeks, sliding along the crack to tease her holes. The scissoring continued beneath, intense and unrelenting, Anjali's body trapped in dual sensations. Her moans vibrated through the kiss, spilling out as Priya pulled back, each one a spark igniting Vinay's desire.

He entered her slowly from behind, cock pushing into her soaked pussy alongside the friction of Priya's. The fullness made Anjali scream—a joyous, throaty release that echoed her earlier cries—her walls clenching around him as she ground between them. Vinay thrust in time with their rhythm, hands squeezing her breasts, tugging the mangalsutra to make the beads dance. The morning dissolved into hours of tangled ecstasy, Anjali's moans the soundtrack to their dawn awakening, binding them deeper in the web of desire.

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Entwined Desires: The Unyielding Pull 

The midday sun streamed through the open windows of Priya's apartment, bathing the living room in a warm, inviting glow. The air carried the faint scent of jasmine from Anjali's perfume, mingling with the lingering musk of their recent intimacies. Priya, her dusky skin still flushed from the morning's exertions, sat cross-legged on the couch, her eyes fixed on Anjali with an intensity that bordered on devotion. Anjali, ever the picture of shy elegance, perched on the edge of the seat, her tall frame slightly hunched, hands fidgeting with the hem of her modest salwar kameez. Her milky white skin glowed under the light, the small mangalsutra necklace resting delicately against her ample cleavage, that tiny mole peeking just above the neckline.

Vinay lounged nearby, his gaze drifting between the two women, the amulet's subtle hum in his pocket a constant reminder of the threads he wove. The previous dawn's passions had left them all sated yet hungry for more, and now, in this quiet interlude, Priya's emotions bubbled to the surface. She reached out, taking Anjali's hand in hers, fingers interlacing with a tenderness that made Anjali's cheeks bloom pink.

'Akka,' Priya began, her voice soft but resolute, 'I... I've fallen for you. Completely. The way you move, the sounds you make when we're together—it's all I can think about.' She squeezed Anjali's hand, leaning closer, her breath warm against Anjali's arm. 'I want you to be part of our life, forever. Vinay, marry her. Make her ours.'

Anjali's eyes widened, her sensuous lips parting in a gasp. A deep flush crept up her neck, turning her white skin a vivid crimson—she looked as if she might die of shyness right there, her free hand flying to cover her mouth. 'Chelli... what? I... I can't...' Her voice trembled, eyes darting to Vinay, then back to Priya. The idea sent a whirlwind through her: guilt over her marriage, the moral chains she still clung to, clashing with the electric pull of their shared nights. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of Priya's thighs against hers, but she shook her head, whispering, 'I'm not ready for that. Please...'

Vinay's cock stirred at her vulnerability, the shy protest only heightening his desire. He leaned forward, his voice laced with the amulet's commanding undertone, eyes locking onto hers. 'Akka, think about it. You belong with us. Say yes.' The influence seeped in, gentle but insistent, nudging her barriers. Yet Anjali resisted, her body tensing, that thin waist twisting as she pulled her hand away. 'Thammudu, no... I need time. Despite... everything, I'm not there yet.' Her words were firm, but her nipples hardened against the fabric of her kameez, betraying the arousal his command stirred.

Priya pouted, but her eyes sparkled with determination. 'Then at least go on a date with him, akka. Let him show you how much he wants you. I'll insist—you know I will.' She glanced at Vinay, nodding encouragingly. Anjali's resistance crumbled under the dual pressure: Priya's pleading gaze and Vinay's subtle push. After minutes of shy protests—head bowed, fingers twisting her mangalsutra—she finally nodded, voice barely audible. 'Alright... but just a date. And chelli, you have to come with us next time.'

A Day of Temptation

The market streets of Hanmakonda buzzed with vendors hawking wares, the air thick with spices and chatter. Anjali walked beside Vinay, her steps hesitant, arm brushing his in a way that made her skin prickle. She had changed into a simple kurti for the outing, but Vinay's plan was clear: modernize her, peel away the layers of her shyness one garment at a time. Priya had stayed home, citing errands, but her knowing smile suggested she trusted Vinay to deepen the bond.

Their first stop was a trendy boutique, racks lined with sleek outfits that screamed urban allure. Vinay guided Anjali inside, his hand on the small of her back, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric. 'Try these on, akka,' he said, selecting a stack: short skirts that would hug her big ass, tight tops to accentuate her large breasts, and low-rise jeans to trace her thin waist and voluptuous curves. Anjali's eyes widened at the selections, her cheeks flaming. 'Thammudu, these are too... revealing. I can't wear that outside.' But his insistent gaze, backed by the amulet's whisper, had her retreating to the dressing room, heart pounding.

Alone with her in the cramped space—curtain drawn for privacy—Vinay watched as she slipped out of her kurti, her white skin exposed in just her bra and petticoat. Her breasts strained against the simple cotton, the mole winking invitingly. He stepped closer, crowding her against the mirror. 'Let me help.' His hands roamed, unhooking the bra with a flick, freeing her heavy globes. They swayed as she gasped, nipples pebbling in the cool air. Anjali's shyness made her cross her arms, but Vinay pulled them down, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the peaks. 'So beautiful, akka. Look at yourself.'

She did, biting her lip, a soft whimper escaping as he leaned in to kiss her. Their mouths met hungrily, tongues tangling wetly—his sucking hers, teeth grazing—to muffle the moans building in her throat. Anjali's resistance melted; she pressed into him, her tall frame arching, pussy growing slick as his hands squeezed her ass through the petticoat. He broke the kiss only to help her into the first outfit: a tight black top that clung to her breasts like a second skin, the fabric stretching over her nipples, and a short denim skirt that barely skimmed her thighs, showcasing her long legs and the curve of her big ass.

Stepping back, Vinay groaned, his cock hardening at the sight. 'Fuck, akka, you look damn sexy. Like a goddess ready to be worshipped.' Anjali's reflection showed it: the top's V-neck plunged low, her cleavage spilling out, mangalsutra dangling between, the skirt riding up to hint at her panties. She turned, shyly, the motion making her breasts jiggle, ass cheeks peeking. 'Thammudu... it's too much,' she whispered, but her eyes held a spark of thrill. He pulled her back into a kiss, deeper this time, hand sliding under the skirt to cup her mound through the fabric. Her moan vibrated into his mouth; he kissed harder, tongue thrusting to silence her, fingers rubbing her clit until her hips bucked.

They repeated the ritual for each piece: jeans that molded to her hips, outlining her pussy lips faintly, tight crop tops that bared her midriff and made her waist seem impossibly slender. Each try-on ended in fervent makeouts—Vinay's lips sealing hers as she ground against his thigh, moans stifled but her body quivering. By the end, he had a pile of bags, her shyness yielding to flushed excitement. 'You'll wear these for me soon,' he murmured, nipping her earlobe.

Next, the lingerie section in a upscale store, dim lights casting intimate shadows. Anjali hovered behind him, face buried in his shoulder, as he browsed. 'No trials here, akka—just imagine.' He selected lacy bras in black and red, sheer enough to show her nipples; matching panties, thongs that would bisect her ass cheeks; stockings with garters to sheath her long legs; and strappy high heels, pushing her height to an intoxicating level despite her protests. 'You're tall enough, but these will make your ass pop even more.' For Priya, he chose bolder sets: crotchless panties, push-up bras, fishnet hose—visions of them modeling for him flooding his mind, cock throbbing at the thought.

Anjali's shyness peaked here, whispering, 'Thammudu, these are sinful... what will people think?' But she clutched the bags, the amulet's nudge making her pulse with forbidden anticipation. Vinay paid swiftly, his arm around her waist as they left, fingers dipping to squeeze her ass discreetly.

Whispers in the Shadows

Dusk had fallen by the time they reached the restaurant, a cozy spot with candlelit tables. Anjali had opted for the new t-shirt and jeans from the shopping spree— the white tee hugging her breasts, dark areolas faintly visible through the thin material, jeans sculpting her big ass and thighs like a glove. She walked with hesitant grace, head down, avoiding stares, but Vinay's pride swelled at how sexy she looked: modern, his. 'You own this look, akka,' he said, pulling out her chair, his hand lingering on her shoulder.

Over appetizers—steaming dosas and spicy chutneys—their feet tangled under the table, his shoe tracing her calf. Anjali's shyness made her avert her eyes, but when the waiter turned away, Vinay leaned across, capturing her lips in a quick, possessive kiss. Her mouth yielded instantly, tongue flicking shyly against his, a muffled whimper escaping before he pulled back. Throughout the meal, he stole more: a brush of lips after sips of lassi, a deeper press when laughter bubbled up, each one leaving her breathless, cheeks rosy, pussy aching from the constant tease.

The theatre came next, a late-night screening of a romantic flick in a half-empty hall. They settled in the back row, Anjali's tall frame folding into the seat, jeans creaking softly. As the lights dimmed, Vinay's hand found her thigh, sliding up to palm her mound through the denim. 'Relax, akka,' he whispered, kissing her neck, then her mouth—long, slow, tongues sliding wetly to drown her building moans. The film's passion mirrored theirs; when the on-screen couple embraced, he deepened the kiss, hand unzipping her jeans just enough to slip fingers into her panties, stroking her wet folds. Anjali squirmed, shy gasps silenced by his lips, her clit swelling under his thumb. She came quietly against his hand, body shuddering, but her eyes held that mix of guilt and glow.

As the credits rolled, Vinay kissed her once more, tasting her surrender. 'This is just the beginning, akka. Soon, you'll be ready for everything.' Anjali nodded faintly, shyness wrapping her like a veil, but the fire in her veins burned brighter, drawing her inexorably closer to their shared fate.

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Entwined Desires: The Unyielding Pull 

The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of Priya's apartment, casting a soft, golden haze over the bedroom where the air still hummed with the promise of indulgence. It was the day after Vinay's date with Anjali, the bags of new purchases scattered like forbidden treasures across the floor—tissues crumpled, tags dangling from lace and silk. Priya had insisted on this "show" as soon as they returned, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she unpacked the lingerie haul. Anjali, fresh from the theatre's lingering kisses, had blushed furiously but nodded, the amulet's subtle influence weaving through her reluctance like a warm current. Vinay watched from the edge of the bed, his cock already half-hard, the room scented with their combined arousal from the night before.

Priya moved first, stripping down to nothing with casual grace, her dusky curves on full display—full hips swaying, dark nipples erect in the cool air. She slipped into one of the sets Vinay had bought for her: a crimson push-up bra that lifted her breasts high, the lace cups barely containing them, and crotchless panties that framed her shaved pussy lips, already glistening. She added the fishnet stockings, rolling them up her toned legs, and clipped on the garters with a snap. Strappy black heels completed it, adding inches to her height, making her ass jut out invitingly. 'Your turn, akka,' she purred, turning to Anjali, who stood frozen in her nightie, hands clasped over her chest.

Anjali's white skin flushed pink from her cheeks down to her cleavage, the small mangalsutra catching the light as it nestled between her heavy breasts. 'Chelli, I... these are too exposed,' she murmured, voice trembling with that familiar shyness, but her eyes flicked to Vinay, seeking his approval. He nodded, his gaze hungry. 'Put them on for us, akka. Let me see how sexy you are.' The command in his tone, laced with the amulet's power, made her thighs clench; she obeyed, peeling off the nightie to reveal her naked form—tall, voluptuous, with that thin waist flaring to wide hips and a big ass that begged to be grabbed. Her pussy, trimmed but natural, peeked shyly between her legs, already damp from the anticipation.

Priya helped, her fingers brushing Anjali's skin as she fastened a sheer black lace bra, the kind that cupped but didn't hide, her pale pink nipples pressing visibly against the fabric. Matching thong panties followed, the thin strip disappearing between her ass cheeks, leaving her mound barely covered. Sheer stockings hugged her long legs, garters pulling them taut, and then the high heels—sleek red stilettos, at least four inches, that made her tower even more, her calves flexing. But as Anjali tried to stand, she wobbled, grabbing Priya's shoulder for balance. 'Oh god, chelli... I can't walk in these. They're too high; my ankles hurt already.' Her face burned, breasts heaving with each unsteady breath, the heels forcing her ass to arch back, pussy lips outlined through the thong.

Priya laughed softly, steadying her with hands on her hips. 'Here, akka, like this—keep your weight forward, small steps. Swing your hips a little; it'll feel natural soon.' She positioned herself behind Anjali, pressing close, her own lace-clad breasts against Anjali's back. One hand slid to Anjali's waist, the other to her thigh, guiding her forward. Anjali took tentative steps across the room, heels clicking awkwardly at first, her big ass swaying unevenly, breasts bouncing in the bra with each movement. Vinay's breath hitched; from his vantage, she looked transformed—like a global supermodel strutting a runway, her white skin glowing against the black lace, long legs endless in the stockings and heels, the mangalsutra swinging like a pendant between her jiggling tits. The thong rode up, exposing the curve of her cheeks, and her thin waist twisted gracefully as she found her rhythm.

'That's it, akka,' Priya encouraged, her voice husky, lips brushing Anjali's ear. 'You look incredible—tall, sexy, like you could own the world.' Anjali's shyness made her bite her lip, but a small smile crept in as she glanced at the mirror, seeing herself: supermodel poised, nipples hard points under the lace, pussy swelling with the friction of walking. She practiced more laps, Priya's hands roaming—squeezing her ass to correct posture, fingers tracing the garter straps up her thighs. Vinay couldn't stay seated; he stood, cock tenting his shorts, and pulled Anjali into a slow turn. 'Fuck, akka, those heels make your legs go on forever. And that ass... I want to bend you over right now.'

The show escalated as Anjali gained confidence, strutting between them, heels steady now, hips rolling seductively. Priya joined, the two circling Vinay like sirens—Priya in her crotchless set, fingers idly stroking her own exposed clit, Anjali's thong dampening visibly. They paused to kiss, Priya pulling Anjali close, their lace bras rubbing together, nipples dragging. Anjali moaned softly into Priya's mouth, tongues sliding wet and slow, but Vinay stepped in, claiming Anjali's lips next. He sucked her lower lip, hand cupping her breast through the lace, thumb flicking the nipple until she gasped, heels making her tower over him slightly, forcing her to bend into the kiss.

Emboldened, they posed for him: Anjali leaning against the wall, one leg up to show the stockings' seam, Priya on her knees, kissing Anjali's inner thigh through the garter. Vinay directed, voice thick: 'Touch each other, show me.' Priya's fingers slipped under Anjali's thong, rubbing her wet pussy lips, parting them to circle the clit. Anjali's head fell back, a shy whimper turning to a louder moan as Priya sucked on her nipple through the bra, teeth grazing the lace. Anjali's hands tangled in Priya's hair, heels digging into the carpet for balance, her supermodel stance holding as pleasure built—juices trickling down her thigh.

Vinay stripped then, his thick cock springing free, and pulled Priya up to suck him while Anjali watched, fingering herself through the thong. But he wanted Anjali next; he guided her to the bed, heels still on, making her ass lift higher as she knelt. 'Suck me, akka,' he commanded, and she did, shy at first—lips wrapping around his cockhead, tongue licking the slit tentatively. Priya knelt beside, teaching with her mouth: 'Deeper, like this,' demonstrating by taking him to the back of her throat, gagging wetly. Anjali followed, heels pressing into the mattress, her tall frame arched, breasts spilling from the bra as she bobbed, saliva dripping down his shaft. Vinay groaned, hand in her hair, thrusting gently to fuck her mouth, the mangalsutra beads clicking against his balls.

They shifted: Priya lay back, legs spread in her crotchless panties, and Anjali straddled her face, thong pushed aside. Priya licked her pussy eagerly—tongue flat against the folds, lapping up the wetness, then sucking the clit with wet pops. Anjali's moans filled the room, no longer shy, her hips grinding down, heels hooked over Priya's shoulders. Vinay watched, stroking himself, then joined—positioning behind Anjali, lubing his cock with her juices before pressing into her ass. She tensed, shyness flaring: 'Thammudu, slow... it hurts a bit.' But Priya's tongue on her pussy distracted, and he eased in inch by inch, the heels making her ass clench tighter around him. He fucked her steadily, hands squeezing her bouncing breasts, pinching nipples as she rode Priya's face.

The rhythm built: Anjali's white skin slick with sweat, supermodel elegance shattered by raw need—pussy grinding, ass taking his cock deep, moans echoing. Priya came first, fingers in her own pussy, then sucked Anjali harder, tongue thrusting inside. Anjali shattered next, walls pulsing around nothing as she squirted lightly onto Priya's chin, body shaking in the heels. Vinay pulled out, flipping her onto her back—heels in the air—and slammed into her pussy, the lace thong ripped aside. He pounded hard, balls slapping her ass, while Priya kissed her, tongues tangling messily. Anjali's legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back, urging deeper. He came with a grunt, filling her pussy with hot spurts, cum leaking out as he thrust through it.

They collapsed in a tangle of lace and limbs, Anjali's shyness returning in the afterglow—blushing as she kicked off the heels, but Priya kissed her forehead. 'You were perfect, akka. A supermodel in every way.' Vinay held her close, whispering promises of more, the amulet ensuring her barriers thinned further.

Afternoon Echoes

By afternoon, the lingerie lay discarded, but the heels stayed on Anjali as Priya insisted on more practice. They lounged on the couch, Anjali walking circuits in just the stockings and stilettos, her naked body on display—breasts swaying, ass flexing. Priya sat with legs open, guiding her closer each time, pulling her down for pussy-to-pussy contact. They scissored slowly, clits rubbing through wet folds, Anjali's heels propped on the coffee table for leverage. Her moans grew vocal again, shyness forgotten in the slide of skin, Priya's dusky thighs against her white ones creating erotic contrast.

Vinay joined midway, fucking Priya from behind while she ate Anjali out, the chain of pleasure linking them. Anjali's supermodel poise returned in flashes—arching elegantly as she came again, fingers in Priya's hair. The day blurred into evening, heels clicking through rounds of oral and penetration, Anjali's confidence blooming, her body a canvas of lace remnants and cum stains. Yet beneath it, her shy glances at Vinay hinted at the moral tug still pulling, even as desire won.

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I have written story only until here sofar. That's why there had been fast updates, but sofar it didn't elicit any kind of response from the readers. Also, since there was timegap between different parts there might be slight incongruency between different updates while i have originally written them.

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Echoes of Devotion: From Sin to Sacred Union

The morning after the lingerie show lingered like a sultry dream in the air of Vinay's apartment. The images of Anjali and Priya parading in those sheer, lace confections—Anjali's voluptuous curves spilling from a crimson push-up bra and matching thong that barely contained her thick ass cheeks, Priya's slimmer frame accentuated by a black lace teddy that hugged her perky tits and toned legs—had ignited a fire in Vinay that burned hotter than ever. He'd watched them twirl and pose, their bodies glistening under the soft lights, nipples hardening against the fabrics as they giggled shyly, the amulet's subtle commands ensuring their confidence grew with each revealing outfit. Priya had even pulled Anjali into a teasing embrace, their lace-clad breasts pressing together, eliciting soft moans that made Vinay's cock twitch in his pants. But now, as the sun rose on the next day, Vinay's thoughts fixated on Anjali alone. He needed her, body and soul, without the playful interlude of Priya's presence.

Vinay arrived at Anjali's apartment unannounced, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and the dark thrill of the amulet tucked in his pocket. The door opened to reveal Anjali in a simple cotton saree, the pallu dbangd modestly over her shoulder, but the fabric clung to her tall, curvaceous form—milky white skin peeking at her midriff, the blouse straining against her massive breasts. Her eyes widened in surprise, then softened with that familiar flicker of desire laced with guilt. 'Thammudu... what brings you here so early?' she asked, her voice a husky whisper, stepping aside to let him in.

The apartment was quiet, her husband away on another business trip, leaving the space filled with the scent of incense from her morning prayers. Vinay didn't waste words. He pulled her into his arms the moment the door clicked shut, his lips crashing onto hers in a kiss that started slow, savoring the plush fullness of her mouth. Anjali gasped against him, her hands pressing to his chest as if to push away, but they melted into his shirt instead, fingers curling into the fabric. Their tongues met tentatively at first—his probing gently, tasting the faint mint of her toothpaste, hers responding with a shy flick that grew bolder under the amulet's influence. The kiss deepened, lips sucking softly, wet sounds filling the quiet room as saliva mingled, her breath hitching with each swirl.

Vinay's hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine down to the swell of her hips, pulling her closer until her heavy breasts squished against his chest. Goosebumps erupted across her exposed midriff where his thumbs grazed, her skin so soft and warm it felt like heated silk. Anjali moaned into the kiss, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through him, her body arching instinctively. 'Akkayya,' he murmured against her lips, breaking only to nip at her lower lip, drawing a whimper. 'I've missed you. Let me show you how much I love you.'

She pulled back slightly, eyes dark with conflict, but the arousal won out. 'Thammudu... we shouldn't, but... I can't stop thinking of you.' Her confession fueled him. He led her to the bedroom, the same one where she'd once resisted him, now a sanctuary for their forbidden passion. They sank onto the bed, kisses resuming with renewed fervor—slow, languid explorations where he licked the seam of her lips until she opened wider, tongues dancing in slick, heated strokes. His fingers worked the pallu free, letting it pool on the floor, exposing the tight blouse that cupped her enormous tits like an offering. He kissed down her neck, sucking gently on the pulse point, feeling it race under his mouth, her skin flushing pink against the white expanse.

Anjali's hands trembled as she unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to reveal his toned chest. Her palms slid over his skin, tracing muscles with curious touches that sent shivers through him. 'You're so strong, thammudu,' she whispered, leaning in to kiss his collarbone, her full lips leaving wet trails. Vinay groaned, capturing her mouth again, the kiss turning messy—tongues thrusting deeper, teeth grazing as passion built. He peeled off her blouse, unhooking the bra with practiced ease, and those glorious breasts tumbled free: pendulous orbs of milky perfection, veined faintly, pinkish areolas wide and textured, nipples already stiff peaks begging for attention.

He worshipped them slowly, starting with kisses along the upper swells, feeling the soft give under his lips. Anjali's breath came in pants, goosebumps prickling her cleavage as he licked a slow circle around one areola, the flat of his tongue rasping the sensitive skin. 'Oh... thammudu,' she moaned, her voice breaking, hands cradling his head to pull him closer. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, lips sealing tight, tongue flicking the tip in rapid bursts before drawing hard, the suction pulling it deeper, elongating it with each pull. Her back bowed, a deep groan escaping as pleasure shot straight to her core, her pussy clenching emptily beneath the petticoat.

Switching sides, he lavished the other breast equally, kneading the first with his hand—fingers sinking into the overflowing flesh, thumb rolling the wet nipple. Anjali's moans grew louder, hips shifting restlessly, the petticoat riding up to reveal her thick thighs. From an erotic viewpoint, she was a vision: tall frame sprawled on the bed, saree hiked to her waist, massive tits heaving with each suck, nipples shiny and swollen from his mouth, her fair skin marked with faint red blooms from his grips. Vinay's cock strained against his pants, hard and leaking, but he savored the slowness, showing love through every tender bite and caress.

They undressed fully then, kisses never ceasing—his on her shoulders, hers on his chest, trailing down to his abdomen. Anjali's saree and petticoat slipped away, revealing her clean-shaven pussy, pink lips already glistening with arousal, clit peeking swollen from the hood. Vinay shed his pants, his thick cock springing free, veined and curved, the head flushed purple. She stared, hand reaching to stroke it tentatively, fingers wrapping around the girth, pumping slowly as he kissed her deeply, moaning into her mouth at the sensation.

Positioning her on top, Vinay guided her into the cowboy style, his hands on her hips as she straddled him. Anjali's eyes locked on his, filled with love and lust, as she lowered herself onto his cock. The stretch was exquisite—her tight, wet pussy enveloping him inch by inch, walls fluttering around the intrusion. 'Ahh... thammudu, you're so big,' she gasped, sinking fully until her ass rested on his thighs, clit grinding against his pubic bone. He reached up, fingers tangling in the mangalsutra chain around her neck, the sacred beads cool against her heated skin.

As she began to ride, slow at first, hips rolling in languid circles, Vinay held the chain like reins, tugging gently to pull her down for kisses. Their mouths met in sloppy unions, tongues licking and sucking while her breasts bounced hypnotically—those humongous melons slapping softly against her chest, black beads of the mangalsutra jumping between them with each rise and fall. Anjali's moans filled the room, deep and rhythmic: 'Yes... love you, thammudu... fuck me deeper.' Her pussy gripped him like a vice, juices coating his balls as she picked up pace, ass cheeks flexing with each downward thrust.

Vinay thrust up to meet her, the slap of skin echoing, his grip on the chain tightening as intensity built. 'Ride me, akkayya... you're mine,' he growled, the words spurring her on. She leaned forward, tits dangling in his face, nipples brushing his lips. He sucked one hard, teeth grazing, while yanking the chain playfully. The passion crested—Anjali's hips snapping wildly, pussy clenching in prelude to orgasm, her cries peaking: 'I'm cumming... oh god, thammudu!' In that frenzy, the chain snapped under his pull, beads scattering across the room like dark pearls, clattering on the floor.

Anjali shattered, orgasm ripping through her—walls spasming around his cock, milking him as she ground down, clit pulsing against him. Vinay followed, thrusting deep, cum erupting in hot spurts that filled her, overflowing to drip down his shaft. They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, breaths mingling in post-climax kisses. But as the haze cleared, Anjali's hand went to her neck, finding only the broken chain. Her eyes widened, scanning the scattered beads, and realization hit like a thunderbolt.

Tears welled instantly, her devout heart fracturing. 'No... my mangalsutra... I've committed such paap, such sin!' she sobbed, scrambling off him, covering her nakedness with the sheet. Guilt crashed over her, the religious woman in her mourning the desecration of her marital symbol. 'How could I let this happen? I'm married to Rajesh... this is adultery, destruction of what's sacred!' Her cries wracked her body, milky skin blotchy with emotion, breasts heaving with each hiccup.

Vinay, heart twisting at her pain, pulled her close despite her resistance. 'Akkayya, shh... we'll fix this. I love you too much to let you suffer.' He grabbed his phone, dialing Priya. 'Come to Anjali's now—it's urgent.' Priya arrived within minutes, concern etching her face as she entered the bedroom. Vinay explained quickly, Priya's modern sensibilities kicking in without hesitation. 'Here, akka—wear mine for now,' she said, unclasping her own mangalsutra, a simpler gold chain with black beads, while Vinay  fastened it around Anjali's neck. The touch of the sacred symbol calmed Anjali slightly, though tears still streamed. 'We'll get you a new one, something even more beautiful,' Vinay promised, helping her dress in a fresh saree.

The drive to the nearby temple was tense, Anjali staring out the window, fingers clutching the borrowed chain, cheeks flushed with lingering shame. Priya sat beside her, holding her hand. 'It's okay, akka. Life's too short for such guilt. Vinay cares about you—deeply.' At the temple, the air hummed with chants and incense, the local priest—a kindly elder with a flowing white beard—greeted them warmly. Vinay explained the 'accidental breakage,' requesting a simple re-tying ceremony to restore peace.

Under the banyan tree's shade, the priest recited Vedic mantras, his voice resonant and ancient, invoking blessings for marital harmony. Anjali knelt before the small altar, her tall frame folded in devotion, saree pooling around her like a lotus. Vinay stood beside her, his presence a steady anchor. The priest took a new mangalsutra—crafted hastily from temple gold, black beads gleaming—and Vinay tied it around her neck with sacred threads, the knot symbolizing eternal union. Anjali's cheeks burned crimson against her milky complexion, shyness overwhelming her as the weight settled. She felt exposed, yet purified, the ritual washing away the paap like monsoon rain.

Priya, watching with a sly smile, leaned in as the ceremony ended. 'See, akka? Your thammudu is now your better half. No more guilt—just love.' Anjali's eyes met Vinay's, a spark of joy igniting through the embarrassment. She was happy, truly—guilt-free now, her feelings for him reframed as devotion to her 'husband' in this sacred bond. Rising, she touched his feet gracefully, pressing her forehead to them in seek of blessings. 'Bless me, sreevaaru... guide me as your wife.' Vinay lifted her gently, whispering so only she could hear, 'Now you're fully my woman, Anjali. We'll have many passionate nights ahead—nights of love, not sin.' His words sent a thrill through her, her pussy tingling anew beneath the saree.

That evening, as dusk painted the sky in hues of saffron and rose, they returned to Vinay's apartment for their first night as 'newlyweds.' Priya had helped prepare, stringing marigold garlands and lighting diyas, then discreetly leaving them alone with a wink. Anjali arrived in a bridal white saree, the fabric sheer and embroidered with silver threads, hugging her voluptuous body like a second skin. The blouse was low-cut, accentuating her deep cleavage, the mangalsutra nestled proudly between her breasts. In her hands, she carried a silver tray with a glass of milk, sweetened with saffron and almonds, her eyes downcast in traditional shyness.

Vinay waited in the bedroom, shirtless in a white pancha tied low on his hips, the cotton outlining his semi-hard cock. The room was transformed: rose petals scattered on the king-sized bed, candles flickering to cast golden glows on the walls, incense curling lazily. Anjali entered, placing the tray on the side table, her bangles jingling softly. 'Emandi,' she murmured, the word—meaning 'husband' in their intimate dialect—slipping from her lips like a caress. It hit Vinay like lightning, his cock twitching fully erect under the pancha, the cultural intimacy of it kicking his arousal into overdrive.

He approached, taking her hands in his, kissing each knuckle slowly. 'My beautiful Anjali... akkayya, you look like a goddess tonight.' He led her to the bed, their lips meeting in a kiss that echoed their morning passion but softer, more reverent—like vows renewed. Tongues glided lazily, exploring with love rather than haste, his hands cupping her face as she sighed into him. Anjali's fingers traced his chest, nails scbanging lightly, sending goosebumps across his skin. 'Emandi... make me yours completely,' she whispered, the shyness melting into desire.

Vinay untied her saree with deliberate slowness, the fabric whispering to the floor, revealing her naked form beneath—no petticoat, just the bridal glow of her body. Her massive breasts stood proud, nipples tightening in the cool air, pussy already slick between her thighs. He shed the pancha, cock bobbing heavy and ready, pre-cum glistening at the tip. They sank onto the bed, bodies aligning in a tangle of limbs. Kisses rained down—his on her eyelids, her on his jaw—building to deeper ones where mouths devoured, tongues thrusting in mimicry of what was to come.

He laid her back gently, worshipping her body like a sacred text. Starting at her toes, he kissed up her calves, sucking the soft flesh behind her knees until she squirmed, moans escaping: 'Emandi... that tickles, but... ahh, so good.' His lips trailed her inner thighs, nipping the milky skin, goosebumps rising in his wake. At her pussy, he paused, blowing warm breath over the pink folds, clit throbbing visibly. 'You're so wet for me, Anjali,' he murmured, tongue darting out to lick from entrance to hood, tasting her tangy essence. She cried out, hips bucking, hands fisting the sheets as he lapped steadily—flat strokes that parted her lips, circling the clit with precision.

Anjali's moans grew fervent, body arching: 'Yes, emandi... lick my pussy... oh god!' Her juices coated his chin, pussy clenching as he sucked her clit gently, two fingers sliding inside to curl against her G-spot. The dual assault built her quickly, orgasm approaching in waves. But he pulled back, wanting to prolong. Instead, he moved up, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his cock nudged her entrance. 'I love you, akkayya,' he said, thrusting in slowly, inch by inch, her walls stretching around him like velvet.

They moved together in missionary first, slow and deep—his hips rolling to grind her clit with each plunge, her legs wrapping his waist. Kisses punctuated every thrust, lips bruised and swollen, tongues sharing breaths. Anjali's nails raked his back, urging him deeper: 'Fuck me, honey... fill your wife.' The words spurred him, pace quickening, cock pistoning into her sopping heat, balls slapping her ass. Her breasts jiggled wildly, mangalsutra beads dancing between them, a erotic symbol of their union.

Switching to her on top again, Anjali rode him with newfound confidence, hands on his chest for leverage, pussy swallowing his length fully. Vinay's hands squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them to watch his cock disappear, then slapped lightly, drawing yelps of pleasure. 'Ride your husband, Anjali... yes, like that.' She ground down, clit rubbing his base, moans cascading: 'Emandi... your cock feels so good inside me... I'm yours!' Orgasm hit her hard, pussy convulsing, milking him as she collapsed forward, tits smothering his face.

Vinay flipped them, pounding through her aftershocks, cum building. 'Cum with me, akkayya,' he groaned, burying deep, ropes of seed flooding her womb. They peaked together, cries mingling—hers a wail of ecstasy, his a guttural roar. Exhausted, they cuddled, his cock softening inside her, kisses turning tender. 'My sreevaaru... forever,' she whispered, tracing the mangalsutra. Vinay smiled, holding her close, the night stretching into dreams of endless passion.

But their first night wasn't over. After a brief rest, sipping the milk together—Anjali feeding him from the glass, drops trailing down his chin for her to lick away—desire reignited. She pushed him back, straddling his face this time, lowering her cum-filled pussy onto his mouth. 'Clean me, sreevaaru,' she commanded shyly, grinding as his tongue delved in, lapping their mixed fluids, clit under his suction. Anjali's hands pinched her own nipples, twisting the peaks, moans echoing as she rode his face to another climax, juices squirting lightly onto his tongue.

Vinay rose, positioning her on all fours, entering from behind. His hands gripped her hips, cock slamming deep, ass cheeks rippling with each impact. The view was obscene: her thick ass bouncing, pussy lips gripping him, mangalsutra swaying like a pendulum. He reached around, fingers rubbing her clit, building her again. 'Take my cock, wife... scream for me.' Anjali did, pushing back, orgasming with a sob: 'Yes, sreevaaru... fuck your akkayya!' He pulled out at the last, cum painting her back in white streaks, marking her as his.

They explored further into the night—side by side, her leg over his hip as he thrust lazily, kisses constant; then spooning, his hand between her thighs fingering her to quivers while sucking her neck. Each position deepened their bond, bodies slick and spent, but love making them insatiable. Anjali called him 'emandi' repeatedly, the term a aphrodisiac, while he alternated 'Anjali' and 'akkayya,' each evoking waves of intimacy. By dawn, tangled in sheets stained with their passion, Anjali slept on his chest, the new mangalsutra cool against his skin, a promise of guilt-free ecstasy ahead.

The days following blurred into a honeymoon haze. Vinay and Anjali stole moments whenever possible—quick kisses in the kitchen turning to her sucking his cock under the counter, lips stretched around the girth, tongue swirling the head until he fed her his load; or in the bathroom, her bent over the sink, his fingers plunging her pussy while he kissed her reflection, watching her face contort in pleasure. Priya joined occasionally, her teasing adding spice, but the core was Vinay and Anjali's union, sacred now in their eyes.

One afternoon, back at the apartment, Anjali prepared lunch in a simple sundress he'd bought her—modern yet modest, the neckline dipping to show cleavage. Vinay came up behind her, hands sliding under to cup her breasts, squeezing the heavy flesh, thumbs flicking nipples through the fabric. 'Emandi... not now, the food,' she protested weakly, but ground back against his hardening cock. He spun her, lifting her onto the counter, dress hiked up, panties pushed aside. His mouth descended on her pussy, tongue fucking the hole while fingers pinched her clit, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm that soaked his face.

She returned the favor, dropping to her knees, sucking him with devoted hunger—lips sliding down the shaft, hollowing cheeks for suction, hand pumping the base. 'Your cock tastes like us, sreevaaru,' she murmured, eyes locked on his as she deepthroated, gagging slightly but persisting. Vinay came down her throat, groaning her name, then carried her to the couch for slow missionary, legs over his shoulders, cock grinding deep. Their lovemaking was endless, each touch a declaration.

Evenings brought tenderness: baths together, her soaping his body, fingers exploring every inch; massages where his hands kneaded her ass, slipping inside to finger-fuck her until she begged for his cock. The mangalsutra became an erotic focal point—he'd tug it during thrusts, beads clicking against her skin, reminding her of their 'marriage.' Anjali's shyness evolved into playful seduction, whispering 'emandi' to make him ravage her harder.

Priya's involvement added layers. One night, she watched them fuck, fingering herself as Anjali rode Vinay, tits bouncing. 'Join us, chelli,' Anjali invited, guilt-free now. Priya did, sucking Anjali's nipples while Vinay pounded from below, the three bodies a symphony of moans. But always, Vinay and Anjali's connection shone brightest—love woven with lust, their union unbreakable.

As weeks passed, Anjali's confidence bloomed. She initiated more: waking him with a blowjob, lips slurping wetly; or in the car, handjob under his dhoti, stroking until cum spilled on her palm for her to lick clean. Their sex varied—anal play where he rimmed her tight ass, fingers stretching before shallow thrusts; bondage with her saree tying her wrists, him eating her out until she squirted. Every act was laced with 'I love you's, the amulet's shadow fading into genuine devotion.

In quiet moments, they'd talk—her sharing dreams of children, him promising a future. The broken past was mended, their passion a flame that warmed without burning. Anjali, once torn, now embraced her role as wife, body and heart Vinay's. And in his arms, she found peace, the nights stretching eternally with whispers of 'emandi' and endless, loving fucks.

[anus24]

As there is no response from readers, i am trying to end this prematurely.

[halluvi]

Love because if it is lust, with his power he could have got many a women, but he limited it to the woman he was attracted to the most and actually wedded her and made her his wife. As the final part shows, she was behaving the way she is out of pure love and not under amulet's influence.

[PELURI]

As there is no response from readers, i am trying to end this prematurely.

no brother...yourcare well...the style and the language are impressive...
plz continue and not be in haste....one request however is plz avoid use of certain words in telugu eg.akkayya which others cannot relate to...

[tomdickharry2024]

This is an amazing story!! Super erotic and so well written.. 

Great job Anu's24! Thank you for the efforts.

If you're wondering why it hasn't caught the attention of the readers yet.. just give it some time.. most readers like stories with quick updates and once they catch on to this.. you'll get more responses..!