Adultery Radiance of Vanitha, Daughter-in-Law and Instagram Influencer

[Yesudoss]

Just a question. Why a man only has privilege to sleep with many women whereas these woman stck to only one man.

[adams_masala]

Just a question. Why a man only has privilege to sleep with many women whereas these woman stck to only one man.

Vanitha is Ashok’s wife, and he still fucks her.
Summer had ex-boyfriend who is white. Buy now she is focused on career.
Yazhini is a young bud, not ready for boyfriends who can fuck, but she is also socially awkward trying to impress boys.
Latha comes from a small village more oppressed and not exposed to progressive culture. Her first and only cock is Ashok for that reason.

Ashok ended by getting his cock licked by another woman due to the arc of his character and depth of the story, not because he is a man.

Selvam’s cock is just too good. But he is very disciplined and not too running after women, that’s what attracts women to him, in addition to eating healthy and maintaining his body. Not all men are capable of doing this. That’s why it looks like that to normal men.

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Chapter 77: Their First Penetration!

Selvam’s thick, dark cock hovered at Summer’s entrance, the plum-colored head glistening with a mixture of her arousal and his pre-cum. She lay beneath him on the white duvet, her fair Nordic skin flushed pink with anticipation, her fully waxed pussy slick and ready to receive him. The afternoon light streaming through the windows cast a golden glow across her trembling thighs, highlighting the stark contrast between her pale flesh and his mahogany shaft.


Summer stared up at him, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. Her nipples stood at attention, stiff and rosy against the creamy white of her breasts. The reality of what was about to happen...the man who had been in Vanitha’s photos, in Vanitha’s body, now poised to enter her...made her dizzy with want.

“Wait,” she gasped, one hand reaching between them. “Do we need... protection?”

Selvam’s hand captured hers, his fingers warm and steady. “I don’t like condoms,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

“I’m on the pill,” her free hand sliding up his chest.

His smile was slow, satisfied, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I want to feel your skin on skin.”

Selvam’s mind voice said, even if the pill didn’t work, he can take care of her.

The simple words sent a shiver of anticipation down Summer’s spine. She spread her legs wider, her knees falling open to their full extent, offering herself to him. “I want to feel all of you,” she whispered. “Every inch.”

Selvam’s breath came faster at her words, his cock pulsing visibly against her slick folds. With deliberate care, he positioned himself, the thick head of his shaft pressing gently against her entrance. Summer’s hips jerked upward at the contact, a small whimper escaping her lips.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, his eyes locked on the place where their bodies were about to join. “So ready.”

He glided the length of his cock along her wet and slippery folds, starting from the quivering entrance of her pussy, tracing a path upward with agonizing slowness. The thick ridge of his cockhead parted her labia gently, drawing a gasp from her as he traversed the delicate terrain of her sex.

The journey took him through the warm, wet valley between her inner and outer lips, finally cresting the tender nub of her clit. Her pussy lips, flushed and swollen with arousal, spread further apart with each deliberate pass, inviting him in.

She arched beneath him, her back curving like a taut bow, as the broad head of his cock traced the trembling contours of her outer labia, spreading them to unfurl like rose petals at the first light of dawn.

Each delicate pussy lips succumbed to his gentle insistence, dewdrops of arousal beading at their edges.

Then, with excruciating tenderness, he turned his attention to her inner labia, the hidden blossoms that guarded the sanctum of her pleasure. They too yielded, revealing the slick, rosy flesh that lay quivering within.

Summer’s vagina clenched around nothing, aching to grip his shaft, but his shaft lingered at her entrance, prolonging the anticipation, making her wait.

Her hips rose from the mattress like a plea, pressing against him with a silent, urgent rhythm.

“Please,” she gasped, her nails sinking into his flesh like desperate anchors, her eyes locked onto his, pupils dilated and gleaming with need.

“I need you inside me, Selvam. I can’t wait any longer.”

Her voice was a raw whisper, a shivering leaf caught in the tempest of their shared desire.

Selvam’s cockhead, slick and eager, retraced its path, descending from her clit with a deliberate slowness that left a glistening trail. It caught on the delicate folds of her inner lips, pausing at each one, as if asking permission before sliding further down.

Each tiny movement sent ripples of anticipation through Summer, her body tensing and releasing in rhythm with his descent. The thick ridge of his cockhead finally met the damp heat of her entrance, nudging gently against the tender flesh, but not yet pressing in.

“I am going to fuck you!”

He pressed forward with infinite patience, the head of his cock beginning to breach her entrance. Summer gasped at the sensation...the heat of him, the slight stretch as her body began to yield. Her inner walls clenched instinctively, resisting the intrusion even as her hips arched upward, begging for more.

“Oh god,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders. 

“You’re so big.”

Selvam paused, giving her body time to adjust. “Breathe,” he reminded her, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. “Just relax and let me in.”

Summer took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing her muscles to release their tension. As she exhaled, Selvam pressed forward again, the thick head of his cock pushing deeper into her slick channel.

The sight of his dark shaft disappearing into her pale pink pussy made Selvam groan. He watched, transfixed, as her outer labia...those delicate, creamy petals...began to stretch around his girth. Her inner lips, glistening with arousal, parted to accommodate him, the folds pulling back to reveal the deeper pink of her inner channel.

The contrast was obscene in its beauty...his dark cock gradually vanishing into her white flesh, her pussy lips spreading wider with each millimeter of his advance. A thin line of her wetness clung to his shaft as he pressed forward, the evidence of her arousal marking his progress.

“I can see everything,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. “Your pussy opening for me, taking me in.”

Summer’s head fell back, a ragged moan escaping her lips as the head of his cock pushed past her tight entrance. The stretch was intense...not quite painful, but right on the edge of discomfort. Her inner walls gripped him tightly, the sensitive tissue protesting the invasion even as it flooded with fresh wetness.

Selvam moved with deliberate slowness, each fraction of an inch a conquest. His foreskin, which had covered the sensitive head completely when he started, began to peel back as he pushed deeper. The exposed glans was even darker than the shaft, the plum color deepening to almost purple where the blood had pooled. The ridge where the head met the shaft caught on her inner lips, pulling them further apart as he advanced.

“Halfway there,” Selvam murmured, his hand coming to rest on her belly, fingers splayed wide. “You’re taking me so well.”

Summer’s response was wordless...a keening sound that started deep in her throat and vibrated through her chest. Her pussy felt impossibly full, stretched to its limit by his massive girth. She could feel every vein, every pulse of blood through his shaft as it pressed deeper into her channel.

Her mind flashes to Vanitha.. her photos… and a pang of envy echoes through her. All this time, she thinks, Vanitha had this, had him, had his cock. Her nails dig deeper into his flesh, as if claiming something more deeper.

Selvam’s brow furrowed in concentration as he edged forward, the muscles in his jaw tightening. The shaft of his cock slowly vanished into her, centimeter by centimeter, as if being swallowed by her heat.

Summer’s breath hitched, her body trembling as her inner walls quivered around him, clutching at him with a slick, yielding grip. Her outer lips were stretched thin, the pink flesh drawn taut and glistening around the base of his shaft like a taut, glossy ribbon.

The foreskin had peeled back completely now, exposing the full, sensitive head of his cock to the wet heat of her channel. The sensation made Selvam hiss through his teeth, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Sorry,” he gasped, freezing in place. “Too much?”

Summer shook her head, her hands sliding down to grip his ass. “No,” she panted. “More. I want all of you.”

The simple request was all the encouragement he needed. With one final, measured thrust, Selvam pushed forward until his hips met the curve of her ass, his cock fully seated inside her. The feeling of completeness was overwhelming...her pussy stretched around his full length, his heavy balls resting against the curve of her ass, their bodies joined in the most intimate way possible.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. They lay frozen in that perfect union, eyes locked, breath mingling. Summer felt every pulse of blood through his shaft, every twitch of the thick vein that ran along its underside. Her inner walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his massive size, learning the contours of his cock.

“You’re inside me,” she whispered, the reality of it still barely comprehensible. “All the way inside.”

Selvam nodded, his forehead resting against hers. “Completely,” he confirmed, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m completely inside you, Summer.”

Their breathing came in uneven pants, the quiet of the bedroom broken only by the soft sounds of their shared desire. Summer’s hands traced the planes of his back, feeling the muscles shift beneath his skin as he held himself above her. Selvam’s weight pressed her into the mattress, his broad chest covering her smaller frame, his cock a hot, pulsing presence deep inside her.


“Are you okay?” he asked, his thumb brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Not too much?”

Summer shook her head, a smile spreading across her lips. “Perfect,” she assured him. “You feel perfect.”

She shifted experimentally, her inner walls clenching around his shaft. The slight movement sent a jolt of pleasure through both of them, Selvam’s breath catching audibly as her pussy gripped him tighter.

“God,” he groaned, his hips making a small, involuntary movement in response. “You’re so tight.”

The praise made Summer’s pussy clench again, fresh wetness flooding around his cock. The feeling of him inside her...so thick, so solid, so impossibly real...was beyond anything she had imagined. This was no fantasy, no photo on a hidden phone. This was Selvam, the man she had dreamed about for weeks, now joined with her in the most intimate way possible.

Their eyes met, and something passed between them...a recognition, an understanding. This was more than just physical pleasure, more than just the culmination of weeks of fantasy. This was the beginning of something real, something that went beyond the boundaries of their previous relationships.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Summer whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “Wanted you.”

Selvam’s hand came to rest on her cheek, his touch gentle despite the size of the cock buried inside her. “I’ve wanted you too,” he said simply. “From the first moment I saw you at the café.”

They lay there, joined in that perfect union, their eyes locked and breath uneven, suspended in a moment that would change everything that came after.

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After what felt like an eternity suspended in that perfect connection, Selvam shifted his weight slightly. His cock, still buried to the hilt inside her, twitched against her sensitive inner walls. Summer gasped at the sensation, her fingernails digging half-moons into the firm muscles of his shoulders. Selvam’s dark eyes, locked on hers, flashed with a hunger that made her pussy clench involuntarily around his massive shaft.


“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that Summer felt against her chest. “Feel me, my princess.”

With deliberate control, Selvam pulled back...just an inch, barely enough for the ridge of his cock head to catch on her inner lips...before pressing forward again. The slight movement sent a jolt of pleasure through Summer’s body, her back arching off the bed as her inner walls fluttered around his thickness.

“Oh,” she breathed, the single syllable carrying a world of surprise and delight.

Selvam’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. He repeated the motion...a shallow withdrawal followed by an equally measured advance. Each thrust was unhurried, ceremonial almost, as if he was determined to savor every moment of their first joining.

Summer’s breath quickened, her chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm. The slight friction of his cock moving inside her...not enough to create real heat but just enough to remind her of his presence...drove her to the edge of madness. Her hips lifted to meet his, seeking more pressure, more sensation.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking on the word. “More.”

Selvam watched her face with each careful thrust, his eyes drinking in every microexpression that crossed her features. The way her lips parted on an exhale, the flutter of her eyelids when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, the tiny furrow between her brows when he withdrew too far...he cataloged each reaction, learning her responses with the focused attention of a scholar studying a sacred text.

“You’re so responsive,” he observed, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Every little movement, I can see it here.” His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, tracing the curve of her smile.

Summer turned her face into his palm, pressing a kiss to the center. “You’re inside me,” she said simply. “How could I not feel everything?”

The truth of her words was written across her body...in the goosebumps that raised on her arms, in the flush that spread from her chest to her throat, in the way her pussy gripped him with each small movement. Their bodies spoke a language more honest than words could ever be, communicating desire and pleasure with each shift, each gasp, each shared breath.

Selvam established a rhythm, each thrust a barely perceptible rocking of his hips, never withdrawing more than an inch before pressing himself back to the hilt. His cock remained buried deep inside her, the small movements just enough to shift the pressure, to remind her of how completely she was filled. There was no real emptiness, no real absence…. only the maddening tease of fullness interrupted by fuller still, his heavy base grinding against her with each return.

After several minutes of this gentle, exploratory pace, Selvam lowered his chest onto hers. The sudden full-body contact made Summer gasp...the heat of him, the solid weight pressing her into the mattress, the slight scratch of chest hair against her sensitive nipples. Her arms wrapped around his broad back instinctively, fingers splaying wide across the expanse of his shoulders.

“That‘s it,” he murmured against her ear. “Hold me.”

His hips continued their unhurried roll, his cock sliding in and out of her slick channel with smooth precision. The angle shifted slightly with his changed position, the head of his shaft now brushing against a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl with each thrust.

With deliberate slowness, Selvam lowered his mouth to her breast. He didn’t take her nipple immediately...instead, he traced the curve of the underside with his tongue, following the natural slope from ribcage to the soft mound. His lips were warm and slightly damp, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Summer’s breath came faster, her back arching to press her breast more firmly against his mouth. “Yes,” she hissed, the word sharp with need. “Please.”

Selvam smiled against her skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just below her nipple. The slight sting made Summer jerk beneath him, a small sound of surprise escaping her lips. Before she could process the sensation, his mouth closed over the stiff peak, sucking the hardened bud between his lips.

“Oh god,” she gasped, her hand coming up to cradle the back of his head. “Just like that.”

He suckled her with steady pressure, his tongue circling the sensitive areola while his lips created a gentle vacuum around her nipple. The dual sensation...wet heat and suction...sent a direct line of pleasure from her breast to her clit, her pussy clenching hard around his cock as the pleasure built.

Selvam’s mouth enveloped her nipple, drawing it in with a firm, insistent suction that sent electric jolts straight to her core. He wasn’t gentle, he was hungry, his tongue lashing against the sensitive peak as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste, her texture. 

Simultaneously, his cock fucked her with a rhythm that was relentless yet controlled, each thrust a claim, a statement of possession. He filled her completely, his hips grinding against hers with every stroke, the slick friction of their bodies driving her to the brink.

After a long moment, Selvam released her nipple with a soft pop, the sudden cool air making the wet flesh pucker even tighter. Before Summer could mourn the loss, his mouth moved to her other breast, giving it the same thorough attention...first with his tongue, tracing patterns across the pale skin, then with his lips, sucking the stiff peak into the wet heat of his mouth.

His hips pistoned with relentless precision, driving his cock to her core while his mouth ravaged her nipples. Each bite sent a jolt of electricity through her, her pussy convulsing around his shaft, desperate to hold him deeper.

He established a pattern...suckling one nipple until it was swollen and sensitive, then switching to the other while his hand took over, rolling the abandoned peak between his fingers. Each time his mouth closed over her flesh, Summer’s inner walls gripped his cock tighter… each time his tongue circled her areola, her hips lifted to meet his thrusts.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured against her breast, his breath hot on her damp skin. “Your nipples get so hard, your pussy gets so tight...”

The explicit praise made Summer’s face flush hotter, her inner walls clenching around his shaft in response. “It’s you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Only you make me feel this way.”

Selvam’s rhythm faltered for a moment, his cock jerking inside her at her words. When he resumed, his thrusts were slightly deeper, slightly more deliberate, as if he was determined to live up to her expectations.

Their bodies moved in increasing harmony, finding a natural rhythm that pleased them both. Summer’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back, holding him to her with each thrust. Her arms encircled his shoulders, one hand sliding into his salt-and-pepper hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands.

They created a perfect union...her body accepting his, his movements answering hers, their pleasure building in tandem. The bedroom window cast their joined shadows on the wall, a single silhouette that rocked with their shared rhythm. Summer’s breath came in short, sharp gasps now, her chest heaving against his with each inhalation.

“I can feel you everywhere,” Selvam murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear. “Your heart, your breath, your pussy gripping my cock...”

Each word sent a fresh wave of heat through Summer’s body, her inner walls fluttering around his shaft. The pleasure built steadily, a tightening coil of sensation that centered where their bodies joined but radiated outward to her fingertips, her toes, the roots of her hair.

Her fair breasts and pink nipples pressed against his dark chest, the contrast stark as they moved together. His brown lips claimed her swollen pink mouth, while his dark cock, the darker cock head, drove into her, her pink pussy yielding, clinging. The sight of their bodies joined… her fair skin against his darker hue.. was a raw, erotic tableau, a dance of opposites entwined for the first time.

“Selvam,” she gasped, his name breaking on a moan. “I’m so close.”

He increased his pace slightly, his cock sliding in and out of her slick channel with smooth precision. One hand came between them, his thumb finding her clit with unerring accuracy. The sudden direct stimulation made Summer cry out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through her.

“That’s it,” Selvam encouraged, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. “Come for me, my princess. Let me feel you.”

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His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his thumb on her clit and the steady thrust of his cock inside her, pushed Summer over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her with unexpected force, her inner walls clamping down on his shaft as waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core.


“Selvam!” she cried, his name a prayer on her lips as her body convulsed beneath him.

Selvam sensed it even before Summer cried his name… the sudden, vice-like clutch of her pussy around his cock, the way her entire body arched upward as if trying to fuse with him, the helpless tremor of her thighs as she locked him in place.

For a moment, he thought he might be able to withstand it, to ride out the storm and keep control as he always did. But then the sight of her.. head thrown back, her fair nordic body, mouth open in a silent scream, cheeks blotched with feverish color… tore through his self-restraint with animal finality.

Her pussy convulsed around him and started to contract as her orgasm began.

“OMG, I am cumming!! Selvam.. my Daddy.. you are making me cum”

The words ripped through Selvam’s carefully constructed control. His hips jerked forward with sudden, primal force, driving his cock to the very depths of her. The sight of her… this fair, Nordic goddess, her body trembling beneath his dark frame, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic waves… unleashed something primal within him.

“Daddy’s got you,” he growled, his voice rough and unfamiliar to his own ears. “Let it happen.”

He pressed deeper, grinding his hips against hers as her orgasm continued to pulse around his shaft. The sensation was overwhelming.. her inner walls fluttering, gripping, milking him with each contraction. He could feel her heartbeat through their joined flesh, rapid and strong, matching the frantic pace of his own.

“That’s it,” Selvam murmured, his voice dropping to a reverent whisper. “Look at me while you come.”

He maintained his position, buried to the hilt inside her, his hips making small, circular motions that prolonged her climax. Each movement sent fresh waves of sensation through Summer’s overstimulated body, drawing out her orgasm until she thought she might shatter from the intensity.

“OMG Vanitha,” Summer gasped, the name slipping out unbidden as her mind flashed to the other woman. “I can’t believe she had this all along.”

Selvam’s rhythm faltered for just a moment, a flicker of something… surprise, perhaps, or recognition… crossing his features before his expression softened. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath hot against her lips.

“She is such a good friend,” he said, his voice gentle despite the intensity of their position.

Summer’s inner walls clenched around him at his words, a fresh surge of wetness flooding between them. “She is such a good daughter-in-law,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the blasphemy of the statement.

Selvam responded with a gentle but deliberate thrust, his cock sliding deep inside her before retreating almost completely, then plunging back in with controlled force. The movement was a punctuation, a physical response to her verbal tease.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You shouldn’t say such things.”

Summer’s answering gasp was sharp, her hips rising to meet his thrust. “I can’t help it,” she admitted, her voice breaking on a whimper. “Thinking about her... about you two... it makes me so wet.”

The confession hung in the air between them, charged with forbidden energy. Selvam’s cock throbbed inside her, his control visibly slipping as her words awakened something dark and hungry within him.

“Tell me more,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me what you think about.”

Summer’s cheeks flushed deeper, her inner walls fluttering around him as embarrassment and arousal warred within her. “I think about how lucky she is,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “She can have you, when she wants.”

Selvam’s breath caught, his cock twitching hard within her at her words. He resumed his thrusting, each movement more deliberate than before, as if he was trying to prove something, to show her what he could do.

“I think about her sharing you,” she whispered, her voice breaking on a moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

His thrusts were harder, more urgent, his control visibly slipping as her confession awakened something primal within him.

“Look at me,” Selvam commanded, his voice gentle despite the intensity of their position. “I want to see your face when you come again.”

Summer forced her eyes open, meeting his dark gaze as pleasure built within her. The connection between them… physical, emotional, something deeper still… made her heart race even faster than the approaching orgasm.

“Selvam,” she whispered, his name a prayer on her lips.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his thumb moving faster against her clit. “Come for me, my princess. Let me feel you.”

The combination of his words, his touch, and the steady thrust of his cock inside her pushed Summer over the edge. Her second orgasm crashed through her with even greater force than the first, her body convulsing beneath him as waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core.

“Selvam!” she cried, her inner walls clamping down on his shaft as the climax tore through her.

Selvam watched, transfixed, as Summer came apart beneath him. Her fair skin flushed deep pink, her back arching off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure overwhelmed her. The sight of her… this beautiful, responsive woman, completely lost in the sensation of him.. was almost too much to bear.

His own climax built rapidly, the pressure in his balls becoming intense. Selvam’s rhythm became erratic, his thrusts losing their measured control as pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Summer,” he groaned, her name a broken sound in his throat. “I’m going to…“

He didn’t finish the sentence. His cock swelled inside her, the thick vein along its underside pulsing visibly as his orgasm approached. Summer felt the change in him, the slight swelling, the increased heat, and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, holding him deep inside her.

“Come for me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries. “Fill me up.”

The words obliterated his last vestiges of restraint. Selvam’s hips slammed forward, his thick cock plunging to the hilt in her cunt as his orgasm exploded through him. He came with a raw, animalistic grunt, his body convulsing as ropes of hot semen erupted from his cock, flooding her pussy.

Wave after wave of fiery ecstasy pulsed through him, filling her with the raw, throbbing passion of his climax.

Summer felt each jet of his release, the warm fluid spreading through her, marking her from the inside. The knowledge that he was filling her, that his seed was taking root within her body, sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her overstimulated nerves.

“God,” she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around his still-pulsing shaft. “I can feel you... so much… Daddy!!”

“Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, feeling another powerful surge of his release flood her womb. “Fill me with your cum.”

Selvam’s body shuddered as another wave of his orgasm crashed through him. His cock pulsed deep inside her, pumping another hot stream of seed into her waiting body. The sensation of being filled so completely made Summer’s inner walls clench around him, milking every last drop.

“More, Daddy,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Give me everything you have. Empty those big balls inside me Daddy, please!”

Her words sent another jolt through Selvam’s system. He thrust forward with renewed intensity, his hips grinding against her as he emptied himself inside her. Each pulse of his cock seemed to trigger a corresponding wave of pleasure through Summer’s overstimulated body.

“Take it all, my princess,” Selvam growled, his voice rough with the force of his climax. “Every drop.”

Summer felt the hot flood of his release spreading through her, filling her completely. The knowledge that he was marking her from the inside, claiming her in the most primal way possible, sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her body.

“Daddy, you’re so deep,” she whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I can feel you reaching places no one else has.”

The words pushed Selvam deeper into his orgasm. His cock swelled even further inside her, stretching her sensitive inner walls as another surge of cum erupted from his tip. Summer gasped at the sensation, her body trembling beneath his.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured against her neck, his lips brushing her sensitive skin. “My beautiful white princess.”

The possessive words made Summer’s pussy clench around him, drawing out another pulse of his release. She could feel the warm fluid coating her inner walls, marking her as his in the most intimate way possible.

“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed, her voice soft with wonder. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

Selvam’s hips continued their gentle rocking motion, prolonging his orgasm as he filled her with his seed. Each small movement sent fresh waves of pleasure through both their bodies, the overstimulation pushing them toward a shared peak of sensation.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” Summer admitted, her eyes locked with his. “Never been filled like this.”

The raw honesty in her voice made Selvam’s heart swell with emotion. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss as his cock continued to pulse inside her. The taste of her, the feel of her, the knowledge that she was experiencing this for the first time with him... it was overwhelming.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he whispered against her lips. “So responsive, so open.”

Summer’s inner walls fluttered around his shaft, drawing out the last drops of his release. The sensation was almost too much to bear, her oversensitive nerves firing with each small movement of his cock inside her.

“Daddy, I can’t...” she gasped, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure. “It’s too much, but don’t stop.”

Selvam smiled against her neck, pressing gentle kisses to her sensitive skin. “I won’t,” he promised. “I’ll never stop making you feel good.”

The words hung between them, a promise sealed in the warm afterglow of their shared climax. Selvam’s body, still trembling with the aftershocks of his release, slowly relaxed against hers. He lowered himself fully, letting his weight settle onto her smaller frame until her pale body was completely enveloped by his darker one.

The sensation of his full weight pressing her into the mattress sent a fresh wave of contentment through Summer’s overstimulated nerves. His cock remained buried deep inside her, still pulsing occasionally as the last drops of his release leaked from her stretched entrance. The warm wetness between her thighs was a tangible reminder of their union, of how completely he had filled her.

“That was...” Summer began, her voice trailing off as she searched for words adequate to describe what had just happened between them.

Selvam shifted slightly, his small hair follicles that began to emerge his waxed chest, tickled her sensitive nipples. “I know,” he murmured, his lips brushing the curve of her shoulder. “I felt it too.

His breath was warm against her skin, his heartbeat gradually slowing to match hers. Summer wrapped her arms around his broad back, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, memorizing the feel of him against her.

“Don’t move,” she whispered, tightening her embrace. “I want to stay like this forever.”

Selvam smiled against her neck, his cock twitching slightly inside her at her words. “I have no intention of going anywhere,” he assured her, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest.

It has almost gotten dark outside and the evening light had shifted, casting longer shadows across the bedroom floor. Summer watched the play of light and shadow, her mind drifting through the events that had led to this moment. The photos on Vanitha’s phone, the conversations with Jenny, the slow build of anticipation that had culminated in this perfect union.

“You’re thinking about her again,” Selvam observed, his voice gentle rather than accusatory.

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Summer’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. “How could I not?” she asked, her fingers still moving across his back. “She’s part of this... part of us.”

Selvam was quiet for a moment, his weight a comforting pressure against her. “She gave us her blessing,” he reminded her. “She wanted this for both of us.”

Summer nodded, the movement causing her breasts to shift against his chest. The sensation sent a small shiver of pleasure through her still-sensitive body. “I know,” she said softly. “But that doesn’t make it less... complicated.”

Selvam’s hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lower lip. “Some of the most beautiful things in life are complicated,” he said. “That doesn’t make them less beautiful.”

His words settled into Summer’s heart like a warm stone, heavy with meaning. She turned her face into his palm, pressing a kiss to the center. His skin tasted of salt and sandalwood, a scent she was already beginning to associate with him.

“I’m glad we did this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad it was you.”

Selvam’s eyes darkened with emotion, his cock giving another small pulse inside her, trickling his last drops of semen inside her satisfied pussy. “Me too, my princess.”

[Yesudoss]

Even if the pills fails I can take care... Daddy role?

[adams_masala]

Even if the pills fails I can take care... Daddy role?

He is losing his mind over that submissive white pussy, of course.

[Arul Pragasam]

Super sago. Selvam got another slave for his cock.

[adams_masala]

Any specific parts of the last encounter you guys liked?

[Arul Pragasam]

Any specific parts of the last encounter you guys liked?

I liked the jealous developed by summer on vanitha that vanitha can have selvam anytime and anywhere as she wish.  That has even pushed her deep into this.

[adams_masala]

I liked the jealous developed by summer on vanitha that vanitha can have selvam anytime and anywhere as she wish.  That has even pushed her deep into this.

Thanks observing that!

[veeravaibhav]

Great update dude.

I like the way, Like a sister, how vanitha had helped summer on her sexual needs like she did for yazhini.

After all each body is just piece of flesh, bones and blood.
Finally it is going to burn to ashes/eaten by worms/insects amd decompose.
Happiness every moment matters the most.

[Dinesh Raveendran]

Very good one

[Muthiah Sivaraman]

Super

[adams_masala]

Thanks!

[adams_masala]

Chapter 78: Almost Discovered

Selvam walked the familiar path from Summer’s house to Ashok’s home. His mind fully occupied with Summer’s pale skin flushed pink with pleasure, her Nordic features transformed by ecstasy, the stark contrast of his dark hands against her white flesh.


He paused at the gate of Ashok’s home, taking a moment to compose himself. Inside, Vanitha waited. The thought sent a complicated thrill through his body… anticipation mingled with guilt even thought his daughter-in-law gave him permission to fuck Summer.

When he knocked, the door swung open almost immediately. Vanitha stood in the entryway, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that stole his breath. No words passed between them, but her gaze dropped to his mouth, then back to his eyes, and Selvam knew with absolute certainty that she understood exactly what had happened.

“You’re back,” she said simply, her voice carrying layers of meaning beneath those two words.

Ashok appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “Dad, you’re just in time for dinner. Vanitha made your favorite… chicken biryani.”

Here was Ashok, blissfully unaware of the illicit encounter that had unfolded just hours before, standing beside his Dad who just fucked his 23-year-old intern, Summer.

“Thank you,” Selvam said, forcing his voice to remain steady. “I’ll just wash up first.”

Selvam answered Ashok’s questions about the royalty-license of the app and about the day with carefully constructed half-truths, aware of Vanitha’s gaze tracking his every movement.

Later, after Ashok went to the living room with his laptop, Vanitha approached Selvam in the kitchen.

“Did you enjoy your afternoon?” she asked, her voice low enough that Ashok wouldn’t hear.

Selvam’s throat tightened. “It was... significant.”

Vanitha’s lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m sure it was.” She brushed past him, her hand lingering on his arm for just a moment longer than necessary.

The night stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Selvam retired to the guest room, his body exhausted but his mind racing. 

He could not sleep elusive as images of Summer’s face, her body, her voice saying his name, flooded his consciousness.

He must have dozed off eventually, because he startled awake at the soft knock on his door. The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the digital clock on the nightstand that read 1:47 AM. He sat up, heart hammering, as the door creaked open.

Vanitha slipped inside, closing the door silently behind her. She wore only a thin silk short robe, no bottoms, her dark hair falling loose around her shoulders. In the dim light, her eyes looked almost black, her lips parted slightly as she stared at him.

“Tell me everything, mama” she whispered, crossing the room to sit on the edge of his bed. “I want to know what happened with Summer.

Selvam’s mouth went dry. He hadn’t expected this… her directness, her hunger for details. He shifted, the sheets pooling around his waist as he sat up straighter.

“We...” he began, then stopped, searching for the right words. “It was beautiful, Vanitha. She was beautiful.”

Vanitha leaned forward, her hand coming to rest on his bare chest. “I need details. I need to know what you did to her. What she felt like. How she tasted.”

The intensity in her voice made Selvam’s cock stir beneath the sheets. He took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts.

“She called me Daddy,” he said, the words coming out before he could stop them. “She said it made her feel safe, to be my good girl.”

Vanitha’s fingers tightened on his chest, her nails digging slightly into his skin. “And did you like that, mama? Being called Daddy by a white girl?”

Selvam nodded, unable to lie to her. “I did. It awakened something in me.”

“Tell me about her body,” Vanitha demanded, her voice dropping lower. “Her breasts. Were they as perfect as they look in photos?”

“They were,” Selvam confirmed, his voice growing husky. “So pale, so pink. It’s fair like yours. When I took her in my mouth, she tasted like honey.”

Vanitha’s breathing quickened. Her hand slid down his chest, across his stomach, until her fingers found the edge of the sheet. She pulled it back slowly, revealing his growing erection.

“And this?” she asked, her eyes fixed on his cock. “Did she enjoy this? Did she take all of you?”

Selvam’s gasped as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. “She was... overwhelmed at first. It was big for her, but she took me, ma. She took all of me.”

Vanitha’s hand began to move, stroking him with deliberate slowness. “And did you finish inside her, mama? Did you fill that pretty white pussy with your cum?”

“Yes, ma” Selvam admitted, his hips rising slightly to meet her strokes. “She asked me to. She wanted to feel me, to be filled by me.

Vanitha’s smile was sharp, almost predatory. “Just like I do, mama. I don’t blame her.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. “And now I want to taste you.”

“Vanitha… not here, not know with Ashok in the next room.”

But, she was already moving down the bed, her nightgown riding up as she positioned herself between his thighs.

She took his cock in her hand, her eyes locked on his face as she lowered her mouth to the head.

Her tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive ridge where his foreskin met the shaft. Selvam gasped at the contact, his fingers tangling in her dark hair.

She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth as she sucked him into the wet heat of her mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming after the afternoon’s activities, his cock still sensitive from Summer’s attention.

Selvam’s head fell back against the pillow, a groan escaping his lips.

“Vanitha,” he whispered, her name a prayer on his lips.

She hummed in response, the vibration traveling through his shaft. Her hand joined her mouth, stroking the base while her lips worked the sensitive head. The dual sensation had Selvam’s thighs tensing, his hips making small, involuntary movements.

“Did she suck you like this?” Vanitha asked, pulling back just enough to speak. “Did she take all of you in her pretty white mouth?”

Selvam nodded, unable to form words as she resumed her attentions. 

His mind flashed between images… Summer on her knees before him, her fair face framed by his dark shaft… Vanitha now, her familiar touch somehow both comforting and arousing after the afternoon’s new experiences.

“She did,” he finally managed, his voice rough. “She was... enthusiastic.”

Vanitha’s eyes flashed with something unreadable as she increased her pace. Her hand moved faster, her lips creating a tight seal around his cock as she worked him deeper. The wet sounds of her mouth on him filled the quiet bedroom, punctuated by Selvam’s increasingly ragged breathing.

“And did you fuck her, mama?” she asked, her words slightly slurred around his shaft. “Did you stretch that tight white pussy with this big brown cock?”

“Yes, ma” Selvam admitted, his hands tightening in her hair. “She was so tight, Vanitha. So wet for me.”

Vanitha moaned around him, the sound sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his body. She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva, her eyes dark with desire.

“Tell me how it felt, mama” she demanded, her hand never stopping its steady rhythm. “I want to know everything.”

Selvam took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts through the haze of pleasure. “She was so responsive, ma” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Every little movement, every touch... she felt everything.”

Vanitha’s hand tightened around him, her thumb circling the sensitive head. “And did she come? Did you make that sweet white girl come on your cock, mama?”

The crude language sent a jolt through Selvam’s system. He nodded, his breath coming faster. “Twice. The second time was... intense.”

Vanitha smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. “Good,” she said simply. “She deserved to feel what you can do.”

She lowered her head again, taking him deep into her throat. Selvam gasped at the sensation, his body tensing as she swallowed around him. The wet heat of her mouth, combined with the knowledge of what she was doing, of who she was, sent him spiraling toward the edge.

“Vanitha,” he gasped, his voice barely audible. “I’m close.”

She didn’t stop. Instead, she increased her pace, her hand working in perfect sync with her mouth. Selvam’s hips began to move involuntarily, his cock sliding deeper into her throat with each thrust.

***

In the master bedroom, Ashok stirred from a deep sleep, his hand reaching instinctively for his wife’s warm body beside him. His fingers found only empty sheets, the space cool to the touch where Vanitha should have been.

He blinked in the darkness, his mind foggy with sleep. The digital clock on his nightstand glowed 2:13 AM. The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and... something else. A sound he couldn’t quite place.

“Baby?” he called softly, his voice hoarse from sleep.

No answer came. Perhaps she had gone to the kitchen for water, or maybe she was having trouble sleeping again. She’d been restless lately, her mind clearly occupied with something she wouldn’t share with him.

Ashok swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cool hardwood floor sending a small shiver up his spine. The hallway was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of night lights

“Baby? Vanitha?” he called again, his voice a bit louder this time.

Still no response. He moved down the hallway, checking the bathroom first. Empty. The kitchen downstairs was also dark and quiet from the banister. A small frown creased his forehead as he stood in the living room, listening to the silence of the house.

His father’s guest room door was closed, but the light streaked from under the door, but as Ashok approached, he heard it… a muffled sound that made his blood run cold. A woman’s voice, low and urgent, followed by his father’s deeper response.

He stepped closer to his Dad’s bedroom and placed his hand on the doorknobe.

His hand froze on the doorknob, his mind refusing to process what he was hearing. This couldn’t be happening. Not in his home. Not with his wife and his father.

“Ashok?”

The voice came from behind him, startling him from his frozen state. He turned to find Vanitha standing in the hallway, wearing only her silk robe, her hair messy as if she’d just woken up.

Ashok stared at his wife, his mind struggling to reconcile the image before him with the sounds he’d heard moments ago. Vanitha’s robe was tied loosely, the silk clinging to her curves in the dim hallway light. Her lips looked swollen, her eyes bright with an emotion he couldn’t quite name.

“I couldn’t sleep, kanna” she said, her voice softer than usual. “I was in the bathroom.”

Ashok glanced back at his father’s closed door. The light was still on, but the sounds had stopped. “I thought I heard something, baby” he said, his voice carefully neutral. “From Dad’s room.”

Vanitha’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in her eyes. “Maybe he was watching TV,” she suggested, stepping closer to him. “You know how he can’t sleep sometimes.”

Ashok nodded slowly, allowing her to take his hand. Her fingers were warm against his, slightly damp as if she’d recently washed them. The logical part of his brain wanted to believe her explanation, but something deeper, more instinctive, whispered doubts.

“Come back to bed, kanna” Vanitha said, tugging gently at his hand. “It’s late.”

As she led him back toward their bedroom, Ashok couldn’t help glancing over his shoulder at his father’s door. The light under it remained steady, no movement visible from within. Yet the memory of those muffled sounds lingered, planting confusion that he wasn’t ready to examine.

[Ajay Kailash]

Did vanitha called summer again to selvam room or is it Latha doing the formalities. Just missed.

Now vanitha will kiss Ashok with the lips just wrapped around Selvam cock and make Ashok lick and drink the juices flowing in the well fucked pussy.

She understand that her husband only can lick while his father is real man to fuck.

[adams_masala]

Did vanitha called summer again to selvam room or is it Latha doing the formalities. Just missed.

Now vanitha will kiss Ashok with the lips just wrapped around Selvam cock and make Ashok lick and drink the juices flowing in the well fucked pussy.

She understand that her husband only can lick while his father is real man to fuck.

read the story bro, you will understand.

[adams_masala]

I think the next episode is one of my best sex scenes.