[Hotgiri]

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[sakurasan]

Chapter 15 Other Lips — Part 1

Rohan dropped her at the building and waited until she went in. The bags were still in her room, packed for home. She opened them on the bed and put the clothes back in the cupboard, stack by stack.

Sneha came to the door. “Why are you putting them back. You were going home.”

“I am staying. Rohan asked me. I already lied to Ma about lab work.”

Sneha looked at the open bag, then at her. “You and Rohan. Good. I am not telling your mother.”

“Thank you.”

“I will leave by next week. Will you be able to manage.”

“Yes, didi. I should have been running a house by now anyway.”

Sneha smiled and went to her room. Isha shut the cupboard, changed, and got into bed. The phone was already bright.

She and Kunal had been on WhatsApp since Saturday night. The chat was pictures and forwards, and under those he wrote that he was missing her in his bed. She had teased him back. I am going to native. Keep missing more. Since yesterday the chat had been his sad faces and broken hearts, one after another.

She opened Kunal’s chat. There was no need to tell him she was staying. Her pussy did not let her. She typed.

“I am staying in Pune.”

She sent it. The ticks turned blue at once. Hearts followed. Then he wrote.

“Tyson is getting excited.”

She typed back. “No use. Cathy is not interested.”

The next morning Isha stood at the kitchen sink and washed the breakfast plates. Sneha was in the hall. Through the window Isha saw Kunal pull up at the back door, a backpack high on his shoulders.

Her phone rang on the hall table, beside Sneha. Isha dried her hands, went out, and picked it up. His name was on the screen. She cut the call.

Sneha asked, “Who is it.”

“Spam.”

She carried the phone back to the kitchen and typed.

“Why are you here.”

“Five minutes. If you are not down, I am coming up.”

She looked toward the hall. Sneha was still there.

“Are you mad. Wait by the gulmohar. I am coming.”

She looked out the kitchen window and saw only the tail of his bike. The tree covered the rest. She went down the back stairs.

“Finally. You came.”

“Sneha will notice. Tell me fast.”

“I came to check on Cathy.”

“Cathy is fine. Now go.”

“All this way, yaar. Show a little pity.”

She looked up. The tree covered her from the apartment. She turned to his bag. “Packed. Taking Tyson somewhere.”

He opened the bag and took out a few of her western clothes from the shoot.

“These are yours.”

“Thanks.”

She took the clothes and turned toward the stairs.

His hand went inside her pallu and caught her bare stomach. He pulled her between the trunk and the compound wall.

“I have to go up.”

“Talk to me first. You have the whole morning.”

He put his other hand on her stomach. Both hands stayed under the pallu and drew slow circles on her skin. He drew her back against his chest and set his back to the tree. The circles went lower, onto the skin above her saree. Her nipples stood against the blouse. They talked like normal friends, both ignoring his hands roaming inside her pallu.




Then she turned to face him.

“Sneha will be looking for me.”

She kissed him on the mouth. He cupped her breast and her ass over the cloth and pulled her against him. They broke for air. She pulled free and went up the back stairs with the clothes.

From the next morning she waited at the window, and he came at the same hour with another batch of her clothes. Those mornings the talk ran long, and the kiss did too. In the afternoons she cooked something new and fed it to Rohan in the park, his head on her lap. She told him Kunal had brought the shoot clothes. He nodded. He asked if the bag was heavy.

Saturday morning, Lata called to check on her. She asked how Isha’s family was taking the new wedding date. Isha said they were perfectly fine with it. Lata said they had been supposed to be together by now. Isha said she had looked forward to it too.

“I need to tell you this,” Lata said.

“Yes, Ma.”

“His grandfather’s FDs and the insurance money have come. You know our men. It will walk out with the next person who asks.”

“I know.”

“You tell him you need a house. If I say it, he will not hear.”

“Don’t worry, Ma. I will take care.”

She wore a chiffon saree and one of the blouses Savita had stitched. They had lunch, then a movie, and reached the park in the evening. After a while she asked,

“How should our house be.”

“You already saw ours.”

“Not the native one. I am asking about Pune. You will not keep me in a rental forever.”

“We should get one here too. First we earn more.”

“Forget the money. I saw an apartment ad.”

“I like independent ones.”

“Like our native place. Better.”

“Yes. We can build more rooms as the kids come.”

“You are sounding dangerous. My body will have limits.”

“No limit for me.”

“Just love me enough for three kids. No more.”

“Let’s see.”

“No. Back to the house. Say I manage the money. Why not now.”

“I am not taking it from your parents.”

“I never said my parents.”

“Then how.”

“We earn. We can take a loan. Your grandfather’s last wish was this. Your mother called me today.”

“Now I see where this is coming from.”

“Your girl cannot dream a home.”

“You dream it. I will get it for you.”

“Is that a yes.”

“Yes. We start looking tomorrow.”

The next evening in the park she opened the house ads she had saved. He took the phone so he could see them. A notice slid down from Kunal, a picture. She cleared that chat every night. This one had arrived in his hand.

She flicked the notice to push it away. Her thumb opened it.

A retired heavyweight champion sat with the Zorro actress at a Miami bar, drinks in front of them. Rohan spread two fingers and the faces grew. Fear went through her. She was shy of his eyes on them, and she was angry at Kunal for sending it into Rohan’s hand.

“Kunal did not say he met celebrities in his trip.”

“Maybe you did not ask.”

She watched the top of the screen. If Kunal wrote what he wrote at night, Rohan would read it.

“True that.”

Another picture came before she could get the phone. He opened it. The same two were dancing, his hand on her waist.

Rohan assumed he was watching celebrities. She could only see her pussy and Kunal’s cock close like that. His zooming flooded her with shame.

“I did not know they were in a relationship.”

“No. They just met for a night, it seems.”

“How did you know.”

“How else. He only said.”

“Cool.”

He stayed in the chat. More pictures arrived, closer. His thigh was between her legs. Her chest was against his shirt.

She was shy of it. The anger had gone hot. Juice gathered in her panties. She kept her hands in her lap.

“They both look made for each other, no.”

“I don’t think they are a match.”

“Are you kidding. See how they move in the dance floor.”

“Maybe. It is all his tricks.”

The next picture was a kiss. His thumb hit the heart.

“Why did you react,” she asked sharply.

“Sorry.”

Her cheeks were red. He thought it was anger. She was embarrassed. She was scared the heart would make Kunal say something. He would think she wanted him.




He tried to defend himself. “Won’t you even give a heart for his pictures.”

She wanted to defuse it and get the phone back. “I do. It is ok. If you are done watching them, let’s head home.”

He gave the phone back. She put it in her handbag quickly. The fear left her. The anger was still there, and her panties were still slick.

Isha lay in bed and opened her phone. Kunal had already written. A minute passed between each message.

“I knew it. There is soft corner in your heart.”

“You can’t be mad at them.”

“They are meant to tango.”

She started typing. Her replies left one after another.

“Idiot.”

“Brainless.”

“Don’t you have any sense.”

Kunal was stunned. Before he could answer the first, the other two had come.

“Hold on. You were the one. You hearted the pic.”

“That was not me.”

He understood who had done it, and what had happened. “I thought you will be home by then.”

“You don’t know how embarrassed I was.”

“What did he say.”

“He thinks you met them. Thank God I took the phone before your text.”

He sent reel after reel of couples, a man apologizing to a woman, over and over.

She had cooled. A few of them tempted her to send a laughing face. She did not.

“Enough apology. Maintain the story. They were in a one night stand, and you met them.”

“Ok. No worries. How is Cathy today.”

“She started crying after you embarrassed her.”

“You are lying. Show me.”

“No way.”

“Come on. You don’t know how much Tyson is missing her. Pretty please.”

She looked at her pussy. Juice from the park was still there, and more of it ran while he flirted. She raised her nighty. She lowered the phone, took the picture, and sent it.

“See. How much tears.”

He laughed at the picture. He could see how horny she was.

“Shall I send Tyson to console her.”

Since Sneha left on Friday she had been home alone, cursing herself for not taking the vibrator from Kunal’s room.

“I don’t want Tyson. Send Dyson.”

“Who is that.”

“He posed with Cathy last time. Should be in your drawer.”

He understood. “Anything for Cathy.”

“Only for Cathy. Nothing for me?”

“You have Rohan.”

[Hotgiri]

Please send bigger update brother

[sakurasan]

Please send bigger update brother

Boss, u r a senior member. 

Right now, I see literally no feedback on the story. 

I thought bigger posts is the reason no one responds. Maybe I am dumping too many. Thought better to split in parts and post more than once a week.

what do you really think I should be doing. I am thinking to take a break from posting too.

[Hotgiri]

Don’t take break, if you post bigger update twice weekly and Lucifer added gif to this story it will be blockbuster after 3-4 update. I have seen this trend on this forum so keep posting regularly update with gif

[Sarran Raj]

Super. She behave like kunal lover.

[Lucifer8797]

Nice update

[Gopal Ratnam]

Isha should slowly start moving away from Rohan

[xavierrxx]

Marvelous

[Lucifer8797]

Isha should slowly start moving away from Rohan

True and dont you think its already happening? And any other creative erotic ideas?

[sakurasan]

Chapter 15 Other Lips — Part 2

Monday Kunal handed her a bag. She carried it home and opened it on the bed. She went through the kasavu, then the lehenga. The vibrator was under them. She held it. She was happy.

The first time had left her sore for weeks. The second time was not that sore, and it was gone in a week. Her pussy had started asking for more, and she had something to feed it.

In the evenings she and Rohan went house hunting and met builders.




Tuesday morning Kunal asked her out for a movie. She refused outright.

Wednesday morning he said she had promised being friends, and asked why she was not coming to the movie. She said they could go on Saturday with Rohan. He said they would go to a different movie then, and he asked her to tell him honestly if she was bored. All she said was yeah, but. He said he would ask Rohan. She told him no. She would ask Rohan herself.

On WhatsApp he sent two matinee tickets for next day, corner seats, for an old romance. Either they both went or the tickets were a waste.

In the car she showed Rohan the tickets for his reaction. He said it was a good idea.

Thursday she came down dressed for the bike. Kunal knew the movie was on.

The hall had a few heads in the front rows. Their corner was empty around them. She was in a loose cotton shirt and jeans, the shirttail out, a bra under the shirt. The movie started.

Kunal’s arm came around her back. His hand went under the shirttail and up the front, onto her bra. He found a nipple through the cloth and played with it. She laughed.

His other hand came up under the shirt and took the second nipple. Both stood into the bra. She leaned back into his arm so he could keep them.

He took her wrist and set her palm on the crotch of his jeans. She pulled it away and laughed.

“Watch the movie.”

He set her hand back. She pulled it away and tapped the armrest. The third time she left her palm there. Her fingers curved over him.




“See that woman,” he said.

“That evil stepmom.”

“Yes. That is you in Tyson Cathy love story.”

“I am caring sister for Cathy.”

“No. You are only cruel to Cathy. She begs you to be with Tyson every night.”

“She is brainless. But I am there to care for her.”

He heard the brainless begging, and his cock came up hard under her hand. She gripped him through the denim.

“If you are not evil, then console Tyson.”

He opened his jeans, took his cock out into her grip, and covered her hand and his cock with his t-shirt.

She drew her fist from the base to the head. Her thumb passed over the head, and a bead stood there. She brought her fist back down the length. He laughed into her hair. His hand left one breast, opened her jeans, and slid into her panties. He rubbed her clit. She opened her knees and kept that long stroke. They forgot the movie, busy with each other.

He stayed on her clit. Juice ran over his fingers. Her fist went the length of him again, base to head and back down. A man in the front row coughed. She laughed and kept hold of him.

The interval lights came on. Their hands stopped.

When the film started again, her fist moved under the t-shirt and his fingers went back to her clit. She tightened her grip. His hips pushed into her fist. As the movie’s climax approached, his fingers rubbed quicker. She came on his hand, her eyes closed, her teeth on her lip, her thighs tight on his wrist. Her fist stopped.

He waited for it to move again. She was still holding him. The film ended and the lights came on.

His hand came out of her jeans. She let go. They fastened their jeans, and his t-shirt fell back over his cock.

On the way out he pinched her ass.

“You owe Tyson one.”

“Tyson has so many to take care.”

“But he only cares about Cathy and maybe her sister.”

Saturday Isha and Rohan had already seen a few houses. In the car she asked, “So far. Which one you like.”

Rohan said, “Most in market are apartments and joint buildings.”

“We did see empty plots.”

“But they will not be ready by our wedding.”

“I like this thinking.”

He said, “Yes. I wish we start our married life in new home from day one.”

“We will get it. God takes care of good hearts like you.”

“Like us,” he said.

“I am not sure. But ok.”

He said, “I spoke with a broker. He said he has something we might like.”

“So we are going there.”

“Yes.”

They reached an unfinished building. It was huge. The broker was waiting at the gate. He walked them through. The parking was wide. Two floors of concrete were up. The walls and the rest were still to come.




“Ji. This place looks huge. Sure on the price,” Rohan said.

“Yes, bhai. Owner is in money trouble. He needs to sell. So he is giving all this for land price.”

“Documents are clean,” Isha said.

“Yes, didi. You can check before any advance.”

“Then how it is not already sold.”

“Owner want full payment one time. His state is like that.”

Rohan heard the owner was in trouble, and he was already thinking of this house.

Isha liked the size. The walls were still theirs to finish. She wanted the papers sure before she went further.

“How long to finish the rest,” Rohan said.

“Funds keep coming, we finish well before Diwali.”

“We will think,” Isha said.

That evening in the park she sat on his lap and leaned back into his chest.

“I like that place,” he said. “I can see you there. Our door. You coming out in the morning.”

“These are lies. I know why you like that place.”

She kept his hand on her lower belly and kissed him. “You wanted to fill the place with little Rohans.”

“And little Ishas. That is true. But that does not make the other line a lie.”

“Even I like it. We can tailor it. And it can still be ready in time.”

“We can have lots of guest rooms for our parents.”

“It is good. But don’t dream on it until we verify. Praveen can help. This is his practice.”

“Your word is command for me. Let us forward the papers to Advocate Praveen. Hope I get a family discount.”

“My brother will not charge. I might charge you in kisses.”

Monday morning Kunal held her hands and would not let her go home.

“Come out with me for lunch.”

The biryani was her first try, and she had made more than she and Rohan could eat. She would rather feed Kunal than waste it.

“Come home. I made biryani.”

She put Sneha’s keycard in his hand. “Use the stairs. After five minutes.”

He waited, came up the stairs, and opened the door with the keycard. Isha was waiting in the hall.

“Did anyone see you.”

“Other than the ghosts on the stairs, no one.”

He smelled the biryani. The spice in it was too little. He went to the kitchen. Isha opened the cooker. She tasted. He tasted after her. The salt was short, and so were the spices.

“Poor Rohan. You are feeding him like this every day.”

“Today is bad. The other days were ok.”

“No worries. Give me five minutes.”

He switched the stove on. He put oil, salt, and more spices in the pan and mixed that through the rice. Then he held out the spoon. They both tasted.

“Wow. I didn’t know you were good with a spatula too.”

“I am Lata Ma’s prodigy.”

“I should have been training with her by now.”

“It is going to happen one day. Now let’s eat.”

They watched TV after lunch. By three he stood up.

“I have work now.”

“Ok. Leave.”

“You are forgetting.”

She kissed him and sent him off. She packed the leftover biryani and started getting ready for the park.

At the park he ate, and he asked for more.

“This is really good, Isha.”

She looked at him. He had said her food was good before, for her sake. This time he meant it. He was already eating the next serving.

Should I tell him Kunal fixed it, she thought. He is finally appreciating my cooking. Why bring that idiot in.

Next morning Isha came out of the bath. She could hear movement in the hall. Is it a rat, she thought. She tied a towel around herself and came out.

A man was at the TV with his back to her. For a second she was shocked. Kunal turned when the door opened. He laughed. She saw his face and relaxed.

“What are you doing here.”

“Setting up my Mac and PS5 on your TV.”

“That I can see. But why.”

“We are both free and lonely. Let’s just hang out.”

“Sneha will not approve.”

“I know she is not coming back this vacation. Her room was empty.”

“How did you get in. Someone might have seen you. I will get in trouble.”

“You gave me the keycard yesterday. I used a face mask on the stairs today.”

“Now give me the key. You take these back when you leave today.”

He handed it over. “Ok. You are good looking in a towel.”

She took the key, went to her room, and shut the door fast.

These days she put clothes on only to meet Kunal by the tree or Rohan in the park. The rest of the time it was Dyson and her, naked, nothing between them. She picked a nightie and came out.

Kunal followed her to the kitchen. They talked while she cooked.

“Your mother didn’t teach you cooking.”

“She is a busy teacher. She only cooks very simple food. It has to be quick.”

“I used to stay with Rohan on vacations. I even crashed there for a few months between jobs. Rohan and me used to hang out in the kitchen with Ma.”

“She is that good.”

“More than we can imagine. I will teach you, so you are not a novice when you meet her.”

He moved behind her and held her hands. His cock rubbed her back. When he bent over the pan, it hit her ass.

In the hall he edited a pregnancy shoot. The couple was naked. The nudity was artistic, not erotic. She liked watching the frames. Then she read the papers the broker had sent.

After lunch he switched on a game.

“Does Rohan play with you.”

“Yes. It was a gold time. But not now.”

“What happened.”

“You happened.”

“He has matured. Maybe you should too.”

“Maturity is a myth. I am not falling for it.”

“How long can you chase girls like this. You need to mature and settle down some day.”

“Never happening. Now give me a hand.”

He gave her a controller. It was her first time. He taught her the basics. She learned fast. They played together. She sucked at it. She loved it anyway.




By three he stood up again. She kissed him and put the keycard back in his pocket.

“Then I don’t have to pack.”

“Someone has to teach me cooking. But.”

“Go on.”

“Only you should come. I don’t want Tyson here.”

“Zip is the word. He will never come out.”

The day went really well, she thought. Getting dressed is not that big a deal.

[naruto9211]

Fantastic.. I felt the narration is fast and missing on crucial details.
It's your choice.. I'm Happy anyway.
Thanks for second update this week?

[King Kesavan]

Excellent

[Lucifer8797]

Amazing update… mind blowinh

[anand_gupta]

NICE UPDATE WAITING FOR NEXT

[Hotgiri]

Nice update. Hi Lucifer - could you please add gif to updates

[Jayam Ramana]

Amazing one

[sakurasan]

Chapter 15 Other Lips — Part 3

The next three days went by in a blink. It got sharpest at the stove.

“We are going to play Ratatouille.”

“Don’t pull my hair.”

His hands went in through the shoulder holes of her sleeveless gown. His palms pushed her bra cups down and caught her nipples.

“This is my controller. From now, my orders come only through this.”

“Let’s calibrate.” She winked.

He shifted her left boob toward the salt. Her left hand followed.

“Did I do it right.”

He pressed that nipple. Her fingers closed on the salt box.

“Ouch. Press lightly.”

He pressed again, lighter. He pulled her left boob in the direction of the pan. Her left hand carried the box that way. He kept pulling.

“Should I keep going till you put my boob in the center.”

He tapped once, light.

He drew her right boob in a small circle. Her left hand moved.

He pressed the left nipple harder.

“Ouch. Wrong hand.”

She moved the spoon to her right. He drew the right boob again. Her right hand followed. He tapped once, light.

He used both. The left boob took her left hand to the salt. The right kept the spoon turning. A light press on the left dropped salt into the stir. Her nipples stood stiff under his fingers. She was wet. She finished the dish with his hands still on both boobs.


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After that she wore a crop top to cook. She started getting the hang of it. By the second day she lifted the top above her boobs before he came into the kitchen.

In the evenings Rohan tasted the food and kept praising it.

“This is really good. Yesterday also. This vacation is doing you real good. You are learning so much.”

Only my boobs know how much work this took, she thought.

“All inspiration from your Ma.”

After Rohan finished the boxes, they started their house hunt talks. He came around again to the same building they had seen on Saturday. She said she had read the parent documents and they were looking fine. Once her brother confirmed after legal verification, they would see. In between those talks she used video game references here and there. Rohan heard them and understood Kunal was spending more time talking with her in the mornings. Rohan assumed they were still by the tree. He had no idea Kunal had already entered the flat.

Friday late afternoon Kunal and Isha came back from the market. She was in a t-shirt and jeans for the bike.

“I have no shoot today. I will leave after I arrange these and wash the utensils.”

“Thanks. But Rohan should be coming now. Let me go change.”

“This dress is nice. Why change.”

“Rohan always sees me in a saree.”

“I am saying the same. Give my brother some variety.”

Kunal had a point. Rohan had always told her to dress the way she liked. She stayed in the t-shirt and jeans.

Isha got into the car. Her boobs stood more freely than they did in a blouse. Rohan was happy to see them, and he looked at her chest the whole way. At the park she sat with his head in her lap.

“Do you like my dress.”

“They are fine.”

“I saw the drool in the car. Don’t act like you noticed nothing.”

“Yes. It is as good as a saree. But by now, in a saree, my head would be inside the pallu, playing with your belly button.”

“Who is stopping you.”

She took the end of the t-shirt and pulled it over his face. The cloth held him tight against her stomach. He licked her tummy.




“Stop it. It is tickling.”

He moved his head up instead. His face went between her boobs and met the bra cups, still under the shirt. He turned from one cup to the other, his open mouth and his nose rubbing the skin between them and the cloth of the cups. Each turn pressed his cheek into one cup and then the other. The shirt hid him and showed the shape of his head moving.

“Someone might see us.”

“My fiancée. My head. I am not stopping.”

He stayed there, shaking his face between the cups, until his neck tired and sweat ran from his hair down her ribs. He pulled his head out. His face was red and wet.

That night she wrote to him.

“The pictures from the studio evenings.”

“Yes. You still have not shown me.”

“I thought I will gift it on honeymoon.”

“Oh. That sexy, is it.”

“Dirty fellow. Just different dresses. That is all.”

She sent the tight T-shirt and jeans from the studio. He opened it. He had already come to that frame on other nights. He typed.

“I am getting hungry.”

“Why.”

“You look so delicious to eat.”

“You want more.”

“Are you kidding. I need all of it.”

She sent the crop top. Her belly was bare, the navel in the frame.

“God. Send the next one also.”

She sent the cocktail dress, the slit high on her thigh. He sent a gif of a man drooling, and she sent Wonder Woman. He sent the gif where a heart bursts out of a shirt. She sent Supergirl after it. He sent a gif with hearts for eyes. He was in bed. He took his cock in his hand and came before he typed.

That weekend they went back to the building. They walked each area and painted the walls in their imagination, saying what the space could be.

Monday afternoon she hugged Kunal for the goodbye kiss. He held her tight. He had missed her all weekend, and his hands went all over her back. She was in a gown. He pressed her ass. There were no panties.

“I want a different kiss.”

“What can be different in a kiss.”

“Close your eyes. I will show you.”

She closed them.

He crossed his arms, took her hips, and lifted her upside down. The gown slid and piled on his hands at her hips. Her ass and her cunt were bare in the air. Her legs went every way. Her hands closed on his hips. His cock stood hard under his clothes.




“What the hell are you”

His mouth was on her cunt before she could finish.

He licked her in one long stroke, from the bottom of her slit to the top. She heard it, wet. The first taste was salt and warm skin, only a thin film.

“Ahh.”

“Is Cathy liking it.”

He licked her again. A clear wet came onto his tongue, light, still salt. No mouth had been on her pussy before.

“Ahh. Ahh. Yes.”

“That is Tyson. Kiss him. Cathy is getting hers.”

Her open mouth found his cock through the cloth. She kissed the hard length of it.

“Mmm.”

He licked her again, and her hips jerked in his hands.

“Ahh. Kunal. Ahh.”

They went on like that. Her arms hurt from holding his hips. He kept her up. Then she said, “Suck me. Ahh. Suck Cathy.”

He sucked. His lips sealed around her clit. She heard the pull. He drew on her until the juice ran thicker, sweet under the salt, and filled his mouth. He swallowed.

“Ahh. Don’t stop. Ahh.”

“Not stopping. Cathy is pouring.”

He sucked again. She forgot the world. Her fingers dug into his hips. She moaned.

“Mmm. Ahh. Mmm.”

It went on. She hung in his arms. Then she said, “Inside. Ahh. Your tongue. Ahh.”

He pushed his tongue into her and fucked her with it. Each push went in wet. Inside, she was hotter. The taste went heavy, thick cream coating his tongue.

“Ahh. Inside. Ahh. Ahh.”

“Cathy wants the tongue. Take it.”

Cream kept coming onto his tongue. Each push touched a different part of her pussy, and each one felt like she was coming.

I will need a mouth on me always, she thought. This is the same pleasure as fucking, and there is no pain. This is not baby making. So it is not really sex. It gives so much pleasure. Why should you even stop doing this.

She locked her legs behind his head. Her thighs closed on his neck like a vice and pulled his face in. He worked his face with his tongue. His nose hit her asshole each time his head moved, and she came.

“Kunal. Ahh. I am. Ahh.”

She shook. She kept moaning.

“Ahh. Ahh. Ahh.”

When it passed, Kunal put her on the sofa. She looked at him like someone high on drugs.

“Thanks,” Isha said.

He laughed. He tapped her pussy and pulled the gown down. “You owe Tyson two times now.”

He left.

[Lucifer8797]

The next three days went by in a blink. It got sharpest at the stove.

“We are going to play Ratatouille.”

“Don’t pull my hair.”

His hands went in through the shoulder holes of her sleeveless gown. His palms pushed her bra cups down and caught her nipples.






“This is my controller. From now, my orders come only through this.”

“Let’s calibrate.” She winked.

He shifted her left boob toward the salt. Her left hand followed.

“Did I do it right.”

He pressed that nipple. Her fingers closed on the salt box.

“Ouch. Press lightly.”

He pressed again, lighter. He pulled her left boob in the direction of the pan. Her left hand carried the box that way. He kept pulling.

“Should I keep going till you put my boob in the center.”

He tapped once, light.

He drew her right boob in a small circle. Her left hand moved.

He pressed the left nipple harder.

“Ouch. Wrong hand.”

She moved the spoon to her right. He drew the right boob again. Her right hand followed. He tapped once, light.

He used both. The left boob took her left hand to the salt. The right kept the spoon turning. A light press on the left dropped salt into the stir. Her nipples stood stiff under his fingers. She was wet. She finished the dish with his hands still on both boobs.


After that she wore a crop top to cook. She started getting the hang of it. By the second day she lifted the top above her boobs before he came into the kitchen.




In the evenings Rohan tasted the food and kept praising it.

“This is really good. Yesterday also. This vacation is doing you real good. You are learning so much.”

Only my boobs know how much work this took, she thought.

“All inspiration from your Ma.”

After Rohan finished the boxes, they started their house hunt talks. He came around again to the same building they had seen on Saturday. She said she had read the parent documents and they were looking fine. Once her brother confirmed after legal verification, they would see. In between those talks she used video game references here and there. Rohan heard them and understood Kunal was spending more time talking with her in the mornings. Rohan assumed they were still by the tree. He had no idea Kunal had already entered the flat.

Friday late afternoon Kunal and Isha came back from the market. She was in a t-shirt and jeans for the bike.

“I have no shoot today. I will leave after I arrange these and wash the utensils.”

“Thanks. But Rohan should be coming now. Let me go change.”

“This dress is nice. Why change.”

“Rohan always sees me in a saree.”

“I am saying the same. Give my brother some variety.”

Kunal had a point. Rohan had always told her to dress the way she liked. She stayed in the t-shirt and jeans.

Isha got into the car. Her boobs stood more freely than they did in a blouse. Rohan was happy to see them, and he looked at her chest the whole way. At the park she sat with his head in her lap.

“Do you like my dress.”

“They are fine.”

“I saw the drool in the car. Don’t act like you noticed nothing.”

“Yes. It is as good as a saree. But by now, in a saree, my head would be inside the pallu, playing with your belly button.”

“Who is stopping you.”

She took the end of the t-shirt and pulled it over his face. The cloth held him tight against her stomach. He licked her tummy.


“Stop it. It is tickling.”

He moved his head up instead. His face went between her boobs and met the bra cups, still under the shirt. He turned from one cup to the other, his open mouth and his nose rubbing the skin between them and the cloth of the cups. Each turn pressed his cheek into one cup and then the other. The shirt hid him and showed the shape of his head moving.

“Someone might see us.”

“My fiancée. My head. I am not stopping.”

He stayed there, shaking his face between the cups, until his neck tired and sweat ran from his hair down her ribs. He pulled his head out. His face was red and wet.

That night she wrote to him.

“The pictures from the studio evenings.”

“Yes. You still have not shown me.”

“I thought I will gift it on honeymoon.”

“Oh. That sexy, is it.”

“Dirty fellow. Just different dresses. That is all.”

She sent the tight T-shirt and jeans from the studio. He opened it. He had already come to that frame on other nights. He typed.

“I am getting hungry.”

“Why.”

“You look so delicious to eat.”

“You want more.”

“Are you kidding. I need all of it.”

She sent the crop top. Her belly was bare, the navel in the frame.

“God. Send the next one also.”

She sent the cocktail dress, the slit high on her thigh. He sent a gif of a man drooling, and she sent Wonder Woman. He sent the gif where a heart bursts out of a shirt. She sent Supergirl after it. He sent a gif with hearts for eyes. He was in bed. He took his cock in his hand and came before he typed.

That weekend they went back to the building. They walked each area and painted the walls in their imagination, saying what the space could be.

Monday afternoon she hugged Kunal for the goodbye kiss. He held her tight. He had missed her all weekend, and his hands went all over her back. She was in a gown. He pressed her ass. There were no panties.

“I want a different kiss.”

“What can be different in a kiss.”

“Close your eyes. I will show you.”

She closed them.

He crossed his arms, took her hips, and lifted her upside down. The gown slid and piled on his hands at her hips. Her ass and her cunt were bare in the air. Her legs went every way. Her hands closed on his hips. His cock stood hard under his clothes.


“What the hell are you”

His mouth was on her cunt before she could finish.



He licked her in one long stroke, from the bottom of her slit to the top. She heard it, wet. The first taste was salt and warm skin, only a thin film.



“Ahh.”

“Is Cathy liking it.”

He licked her again. A clear wet came onto his tongue, light, still salt. No mouth had been on her pussy before.

“Ahh. Ahh. Yes.”



“That is Tyson. Kiss him. Cathy is getting hers.”

Her open mouth found his cock through the cloth. She kissed the hard length of it.

“Mmm.”



He licked her again, and her hips jerked in his hands.

“Ahh. Kunal. Ahh.”

They went on like that. Her arms hurt from holding his hips. He kept her up. Then she said, “Suck me. Ahh. Suck Cathy.”




He sucked. His lips sealed around her clit. She heard the pull. He drew on her until the juice ran thicker, sweet under the salt, and filled his mouth. He swallowed.

“Ahh. Don’t stop. Ahh.”

“Not stopping. Cathy is pouring.”