Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Chapter 10 part 2

Babu decided to spend the weekend treating Gita to a day of shopping and fun. He remembered how she’d mentioned a boutique she liked but had never had the chance to visit. “Let’s go there today,” he said, surprising her with his suggestion.

At first, Gita was hesitant. “You don’t have to do all this for me, Babu,” she said softly.

“I want to,” he replied with a grin. “You’ve been such a good friend. Besides, it’s fun to see you happy.”

As they roamed the mall, Babu insisted on buying her a few dresses, a pair of earrings, and even a small charm bracelet that caught her eye. “This suits you,” he said, fastening it on her wrist. Gita blushed, feeling overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

Afterward, they grabbed coffee at a quiet café. Gita couldn’t stop smiling. “I’ve never had anyone treat me like this,” she admitted. “It feels... special.”

Babu's eyes twinkled with genuine affection as he leaned closer to Gita, the warm scent of his cologne making her heart flutter. He whispered, "I really like you, Gita. You deserve all of this and more." Without waiting for a reply, he pressed his soft, full lips against hers in a tender kiss that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Gita's eyes closed instinctively, and she felt her cheeks redden as she responded with a gentle nibble of his bottom lip, their tongues dancing together in a sweet, unspoken conversation. The café's low murmur faded away as she focused on the warmth of his breath and the gentle scbang of his stubble against her skin. The moment was so perfect, so intimate, that she could feel her pussy begin to throb with a newfound desire for this man she'd always considered a friend. His hand slid to her thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through her core, and she knew that their friendship was about to take a steamy, unexpected turn.

Their lips parted with a soft smack as they heard the approaching footsteps of the waiter, and Babu whispered into Gita's ear, "Would you like to go somewhere more... private?" His breath tickled her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Gita looked into his eyes, dark with lust, and nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes," she murmured.

They quickly gathered their things and left the café, Babu's hand resting possessively on the small of her back, guiding her through the mall. His touch was a silent promise of the carnality to come, making her pulse race with excitement.

With the thrill of the illicit rendezvous, Babu led Gita to Jean Anna's empty room, his hand still resting on the small of her back. The anticipation grew thicker with each step, their hearts beating in a feverish symphony of lust. He unlocked the door with the hidden key, which he'd secretly held onto, and ushered her inside. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the outside world at bay. The scent of Jean Anna's perfume still lingered in the air, mingling with the growing aroma of their burgeoning passion. Gita's eyes widened as she took in the untouched sanctity of the space, and she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was not just a room; it was a hidden haven where they could indulge in their deepest desires without judgment. Babu's hand slid up to her neck, gently guiding her to face him. He leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper, more demanding, as his other hand roamed down her body, cupping her perfect round ass. She moaned softly against his mouth, her body responding to his touch like a finely tuned instrument. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Let's make this a weekend she'll never forget," his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. Gita's pussy grew wetter at the thought of what was to come. She nodded eagerly, her breath coming in shallow gasps, as Babu began to undress her, his hands tracing every curve of her feminine form. The sound of fabric hitting the floor was the only sound in the room, other than their ragged breaths. As he uncovered her, Gita felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement, her nipples hardening into tight peaks and her pussy aching for his touch. She knew that this was the point of no return, and she was ready to embrace the wild, carnivorous passion that was about to consume them.

Guiding Gita to the plush mattresses laid out on the floor, Babu's eyes feasted on her curvy figure as she gracefully removed her dupatta, revealing the tantalizing valley of her cleavage. His cock, already straining against his pants, grew even harder at the sight of her full, round tits, their soft mounds pushed up by the lacy confines of her bra. He couldn't resist the urge to lean down and plant eager kisses along her neck and collarbone, savoring the sweet taste of her skin as she tilted her head back, exposing more of herself to him. Gita's breath hitched as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. Her hand found its way to his hair, gently tugging him closer as she arched her back, silently begging for his touch. His warm, calloused hands slid over the smooth fabric of her top, teasing the edges of her breasts.

Babu's hands trembled with excitement as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the sculpted landscape of his chest and abs, the product of countless hours at the gym. His skin was a warm, golden hue, and Gita couldn't resist the urge to run her fingers over his defined pectorals and down the line of his happy trail. As the shirt fell to the floor, Gita's eyes widened, taking in the sight of his rock-hard abs and the dusting of dark hair that led to the waistband of his pants. Overwhelmed by his masculine beauty, she leaned in to hug him, pressing her ample breasts against his bare chest. The heat and weight of her body against him made his cock throb. Gita felt a surge of empowerment and desire as she stepped back and began to unbutton her own kameez.

As Gita shrugged off her kameez, allowing it to pool around her feet, Babu's gaze was drawn to her lacy red bra, which barely contained the perky, tight mounds of her breasts. The stark contrast to his ex Rani's more generous, shaggy assets was not lost on him. Her lean frame was a delicious sight to behold, her flat stomach leading to the gentle flare of her hips, and the promise of a tight, wet pussy waiting beneath her salwar. His cock jerked in his pants, eager to explore the differences in their bodies and to claim her as his own. He stepped closer, his hands cupping her breasts with reverence, his thumbs brushing over her stiffening nipples. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Babu's eyes feasted on the tantalizing sight of Gita's exposed midriff, her navel a small, inviting indentation that begged for his attention. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss at the base of her belly, his warm breath causing her to shiver. His tongue swirled around the sensitive spot, teasing and tickling as he worked his way lower, her breath catching in her throat with each touch. Gita's hands found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as he kissed and licked a trail down the smooth skin of her abdomen. With a gentle tug, she helped him remove her salwar, the fabric sliding down her legs to reveal the crimson lace panties that barely contained her slick, glistening pussy. Her legs parted naturally, an unspoken invitation for Babu to continue his descent. The room grew hot with anticipation as he hovered over her, his eyes never leaving hers as he took in the beauty of her barely-covered sex. His cock strained against his pants, eager to be released and claim its prize. The tension between them was palpable, a heady mix of desire and the thrill of the forbidden.

With trembling hands, Babu undid the button and zipper of his pants, pushing them down to expose his boxers, which strained to contain his swollen erection. He stepped out of them, revealing his cock, standing tall and proud, a testament to his arousal. The sight of it made Gita's eyes widen with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She'd never seen a man's cock up close, and it was both terrifying and thrilling. Before she could fully appreciate the length and girth, Babu reached behind her to unclasp her bra, threw it to the floor. He cupped her breasts in his large, warm hands, and leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. The sensation was like nothing Gita had ever felt before. Her areola pebbled under his touch, and she gasped as he began to suck and nibble, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands found his shoulders for balance as she felt the warmth spread from her chest to her core, making her pussy throb with need.

Gita's knees weakened as Babu's cock pressed against her velvety thighs, a hot brand of desire that made her tremble uncontrollably. With a gentle touch, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her crimson lace panties and began to slide them down her legs, his gaze never leaving hers. The fabric kissed her skin as it revealed her bare mound, her pussy already glistening with arousal. As the panties fell to the floor, Babu took a moment to appreciate the beauty of Gita's naked form, the way her soft pussy lips were swollen with lust, begging for his touch. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal mingling with the lingering perfume of Jean Anna's room, creating a heady cocktail that only served to fuel his desire. He watched her face, her eyes fluttering shut and her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure, as the cool air hit her exposed skin. The anticipation was unbearable, and they both knew that the time for talking was over. The only language they needed now was the rhythmic symphony of their bodies coming together in a dance of pure, unbridled passion.

With a sudden surge of gentleness, Babu eased onto Gita, her legs parting in silent invitation. He hovered over her, the tip of his thick, pulsing cock nudging against her wet, quivering pussy. As he began to push inside her, her body tensed, and she let out a gasp of pain. The realization that Gita was a virgin struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he froze mid-thrust. His cock, slick with her arousal, hovered at her entrance, unsure of whether to proceed. He stared into her wide, tear-filled eyes and felt a pang of guilt for his own selfish desires. "Oh, Gita," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and concern. "You're so tight. Are you okay?" Her response was a shaky nod, but the pain was unmistakable. He knew he had to be careful not to hurt her more. He leaned down to kiss her gently, his cock still poised at the edge of her virginity. "We'll take it slow," he promised, his voice a soothing whisper in her ear. Withdrawing his cock, he reached between her legs to stroke her clit, coaxing more wetness from her tight, untouched pussy. His touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to the heavy weight of his manhood. He watched her face as he worked her body, the pain slowly morphing into pleasure. When she was once again panting and her pussy was slick with need, he positioned himself again, his cockhead pressing against her opening. "Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. Gita nodded, biting her bottom lip in anticipation, her body aching to be filled by him. Slowly, ever so slowly, Babu pushed into her, inch by glorious inch, feeling her tight, velvety walls stretch and accommodate his size. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she gripped the bedsheets tightly as she felt the pressure build. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "So perfect." With a final, gentle push, he was fully sheathed in her warmth, her tightness enveloping him like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Babu senses Gita's pain turning to pleasure, her body slowly adjusting to his size. He begins to move with a gentle rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth, each stroke sending ripples of sensation through her. Gita's eyes are tightly closed, her breath hitching in her throat as she tries to absorb the feeling of being filled by him. He whispers sweet nothings into her ear, his voice a comforting rumble as he slides his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy. She feels herself growing more and more accustomed to the intrusion, the pain fading into the background as the pleasure builds. Her legs wrap around his waist, urging him deeper, and she clutches at his shoulders as her breathing becomes more erratic. The friction of his shaft against her clit sends sparks of sensation through her body, and she feels her orgasm approaching like a crescendo. It crashes over her with a force she's never experienced before, her pussy clenching around him as she cries out in ecstasy. Her nails dig into his back, and she arches her body off the bed, the intensity of her climax making her toes curl. As the waves of pleasure subside, she opens her eyes to find him watching her, his expression a mix of concern and desire. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a deep, passionate kiss, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her hips rise to meet his, her pussy begging for more.

The connection between them is palpable as they continue to fuck, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. Gita's moans grow louder, her pussy gripping him like a vice with each thrust. Babu can feel his own climax building, his balls tightening and his cock pulsing with the need to release. He quickens his pace, his strokes growing more powerful as he chases his own release.

As Babu's strokes grew more urgent, Gita whispered a sudden plea into his ear, "Don't cum inside me." His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, understanding the gravity of her request. With a final, deep thrust, he pulled out, his cock slick with their mingled juices. He stroked himself a few more times, his hand moving rapidly, and then, with a guttural groan, he erupted, spurts of hot cum painting her navel and the soft mound of her stomach. Gita watched with a mix of awe and relief, her own orgasm still resonating through her body as she felt the warmth of his semen against her skin. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts racing in unison. The moment was charged with a newfound intimacy, the reality of their shared pleasure etched onto their flushed faces and trembling limbs.

Gita carefully sat up, her body feeling both sated and a bit tender. She looked down at her stomach, which was now adorned with Babu's cum. With a shy smile, she reached down to wipe it off, feeling the sticky warmth of his release between her fingers. She grabbed a nearby towel and gently cleaned herself up, her pussy still pulsing slightly from the intensity of their encounter. The pain from her lost virginity was a faint reminder of the passion they'd just shared, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of satisfaction that lingered. As she put her clothes back on, she moved from the bed, her legs wobbly as she took her first tender steps, her freshly deflowered pussy sending a gentle reminder of the intense passion they'd just shared. Each step was a delicious ache, a stark contrast to the soft carpet beneath her bare feet. Babu watched her with concern, his own desire still smoldering, as she moved with a grace that belied her discomfort. He couldn't help but admire the way her curvy figure swayed with each step, her hips rolling slightly as she made her way to the bathroom. Her plump ass cheeks clenched together with each movement, a tantalizing sight that made his cock throb with the memory of being buried deep inside her. Despite the tenderness, she walked with a newfound confidence, the afterglow of her first sexual experience lighting her up from within. As she disappeared into the bathroom to clean up, Babu couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a wild, unexplored chapter in their friendship.

Continued in the next part……