10-04-2025, 11:44 AM
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Hi Readers!!! Coming back with another chapter to my story.
Chapter 2: The Declaration
The morning sun crept over the horizon, its golden tendrils stretching across the sky like a painter’s brushstroke. The air was still, heavy with the scent of dew-kissed grass and the faintest whisper of jasmine from the garden below. Laltu, a worker who just stepped into adulthood, trudged up the stairs to the terrace, his bare feet slapping against the concrete steps. A bundle of bamboo poles rested on his shoulder; their weight familiar in his calloused hands. His teeth, stained a deep reddish-brown from years of chewing pan masala, clenched around the remnants of the betel nut as he reached the top.
The sight that greeted him was one he’d never forget.
Reshmi lay sprawled on the foldable bed, her naked body a masterpiece of dusky curves. Her skin glistened faintly in the morning light, a sheen of sweat from the humid night clinging to her like a second skin. Her full breasts rose and fell with each steady breath, their softness calling to him like a siren’s song. The empty space beside her was still warm, the indent of a body long gone. The evidence of her husband’s late-night departure.
Laltu’s breath caught in his throat. She’s… beautiful, he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. He kept the poles slowly on the ground, so as to keep the noise to minimum. His gaze was locked on her, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts. His hand drifted to the growing bulge in his pants, his fingers trembling as he unzipped himself. His breath came in shallow gasps as he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving her sleeping form.
“God, look at her,” he muttered under his breath, his hand moving faster. "She must be getting fucked by a lot of men." The sight of her heavy breasts, their dusky nipples peeking through the morning chill, was too much for him to bear. To his dismay, he reached his climax in few minutes. With a low groan, he came, his release spilling over her skin and the soft mounds of her chest. His seed glistened in the dawn light, a stark contrast against her dark skin.
Emboldened by his release, Laltu reached out, his hand hovering inches from her breast. He hesitated, his heart hammering in his chest. Just one touch, he thought, just one—
In the exact moment, when his rough finger tip touched her erect nipple, Reshmi’s eyes snapped open.
The sudden intrusion of his filthy hand, the wetness of his cum still warm on her skin, sent a jolt of adrenaline through her. She recoiled, her hand flying out with the force of a coiled spring. The slap echoed across the terrace, sharp and unforgiving.
“You filthy little bastard!” she hissed, her voice low and furious. Her eyes blazed with a fire that could’ve scorched the earth beneath them. She scrambled for her discarded pajamas, her movements frantic. The fabric clung to her damp skin as she yanked it on, her heart pounding in her chest. Without another word, she fled downstairs, leaving Laltu nursing his stinging cheek and the lingering taste of regret.
Downstairs, Reshmi found herself in a maddening predicament. The ground-floor guest washroom was occupied, the sound of female voices and running water echoing from within. The upstairs guest washroom was no better, the deep rumble of men’s laughter and the clatter of shaving gear filling the air. Frustration bubbled within her, her skin still crawling from the encounter on the terrace. She needed to wash herself—now.
Her steps were quick and purposeful as she made her way to Deep and Pakhi’s room. Deep was elder brother of Reshmi’s absent husband, Sayan; Pakhi his better half. They kept their room to themselves as a show of superiority because it was big event for their son, Bapi. Reshmi knocked gently on the door, her knuckles grazing the wood with a tentative touch. There was no answer. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob. The sound of splashing water and a low moan drifted through the slightly ajar door, piquing her curiosity.
Reshmi pushed the door open a fraction, her eyes widening at the scene before her.
Deep and Pakhi stood entwined under the shower, their naked bodies slick with water and soap. Deep, his protruding belly a stark contrast to his strong arms, held Pakhi from behind, his hands cupping her breasts. Pakhi, her milk-white skin glowing under the bathroom light, arched her back, her 36-26-36 figure a testament to her striking beauty. Deep was positioned behind her, ready to enter her from behind.
“You know, Deep,” Pakhi purred, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness, “I always wondered what you saw in Reshmi.”
Deep stiffened, his eyes flicking towards the slightly open door. He saw Reshmi standing there, her dusky skin flushed, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. A jolt of adrenaline shot through him.
“What are you talking about?” he growled, his voice thick with a sudden urgency.
“Don’t play dumb,” Pakhi retorted, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You’ve been lusting after her since she married Sayan. I saw the way you looked at her.”
“That's bullshit,” Deep muttered, his hands moving lower, gripping her hips. He positioned Pakhi in a standing doggy style position, her curves presented enticingly before him. He pushed into her, his thrusts powerful and immediate. But his gaze never left Reshmi's. He maintained intense eye contact with her, a silent, primal communication passing between them, a dangerous spark igniting in the humid air.
Pakhi, oblivious to Reshmi's presence, moaned softly, her head thrown back. “Oh, Deep… harder,” she gasped, her hands gripping the shower wall for support.
As they continued their heated exchange, Reshmi, hidden in the shadows, watched, her own arousal building. The sight of their naked bodies, the raw sensuality of their movements, ignited a fire within her. Deep's intense gaze, his blatant desire for her, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Her hand instinctively moved to her own breast, her fingers kneading the soft flesh. She began to rub herself, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes never leaving the scene before her.
Deep fucked Pakhi harder, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his eyes locked on Reshmi. The intensity of his gaze, the blatant display of his passion, was a potent aphrodisiac for her. He was fucking Pakhi, but his eyes were telling Reshmi a different story, a story of lust and forbidden desire. He pulled Pakhi's hair to tilt her head up, his thrusts reaching her deepest.
“Yes, Deep! Fuck me!” Pakhi cried out, her pleasure reaching a fever pitch.
Reshmi’s fingers moved lower, finding the slick heat between her legs. She began to finger herself, her movements mirroring the rhythm of Deep’s thrusts. Her moans mingled with Pakhi’s cries, creating a symphony of forbidden pleasure. The visual of Deep fucking Pakhi, his eyes burning into hers, was almost too much to bear.
Deep’s release came in a loud groan, his cum spilling inside of Pakhi. His gaze remained fixed on Reshmi until the very last moment. In that fatal attraction, Deep took a step ahead to issue a declaration. He spun Pakhi around to display her ass to Reshmi, spanked the tight piece of meat, and scooped out a generous amount of the confluence of their cum, dripping out of Pakhi. He tasted it while gazing at Reshmi and the challenger has initiated the “ritual” Reshmi’s own orgasm followed moments later, a wave of intense pleasure that sent her reeling. She came heavily, her wetness splattering on the tile floor near the bathroom door, her legs trembling.
As Pakhi prepared to step out of the shower, Reshmi quickly retreated, her heart pounding in her chest. She came back again as if nothing had happened, and asked Pakhi if she could use their bathroom. She reluctantly agreed to let her use it, with a slow murmur of curses to her beauty. Deep’s eyes, glazed with lust, met hers through the sliver of the open door, a silent acknowledgment of their shared secret. Reshmi fled, her face flushed, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her forbidden pleasure. "So it seems the ritual has changed," Reshmi burying her fingers deep into the love hole, "Bring it on! Deep Da..."
Chapter 2: The Declaration
The morning sun crept over the horizon, its golden tendrils stretching across the sky like a painter’s brushstroke. The air was still, heavy with the scent of dew-kissed grass and the faintest whisper of jasmine from the garden below. Laltu, a worker who just stepped into adulthood, trudged up the stairs to the terrace, his bare feet slapping against the concrete steps. A bundle of bamboo poles rested on his shoulder; their weight familiar in his calloused hands. His teeth, stained a deep reddish-brown from years of chewing pan masala, clenched around the remnants of the betel nut as he reached the top.
The sight that greeted him was one he’d never forget.
Reshmi lay sprawled on the foldable bed, her naked body a masterpiece of dusky curves. Her skin glistened faintly in the morning light, a sheen of sweat from the humid night clinging to her like a second skin. Her full breasts rose and fell with each steady breath, their softness calling to him like a siren’s song. The empty space beside her was still warm, the indent of a body long gone. The evidence of her husband’s late-night departure.
Laltu’s breath caught in his throat. She’s… beautiful, he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. He kept the poles slowly on the ground, so as to keep the noise to minimum. His gaze was locked on her, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts. His hand drifted to the growing bulge in his pants, his fingers trembling as he unzipped himself. His breath came in shallow gasps as he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving her sleeping form.
“God, look at her,” he muttered under his breath, his hand moving faster. "She must be getting fucked by a lot of men." The sight of her heavy breasts, their dusky nipples peeking through the morning chill, was too much for him to bear. To his dismay, he reached his climax in few minutes. With a low groan, he came, his release spilling over her skin and the soft mounds of her chest. His seed glistened in the dawn light, a stark contrast against her dark skin.
Emboldened by his release, Laltu reached out, his hand hovering inches from her breast. He hesitated, his heart hammering in his chest. Just one touch, he thought, just one—
In the exact moment, when his rough finger tip touched her erect nipple, Reshmi’s eyes snapped open.
The sudden intrusion of his filthy hand, the wetness of his cum still warm on her skin, sent a jolt of adrenaline through her. She recoiled, her hand flying out with the force of a coiled spring. The slap echoed across the terrace, sharp and unforgiving.
“You filthy little bastard!” she hissed, her voice low and furious. Her eyes blazed with a fire that could’ve scorched the earth beneath them. She scrambled for her discarded pajamas, her movements frantic. The fabric clung to her damp skin as she yanked it on, her heart pounding in her chest. Without another word, she fled downstairs, leaving Laltu nursing his stinging cheek and the lingering taste of regret.
Downstairs, Reshmi found herself in a maddening predicament. The ground-floor guest washroom was occupied, the sound of female voices and running water echoing from within. The upstairs guest washroom was no better, the deep rumble of men’s laughter and the clatter of shaving gear filling the air. Frustration bubbled within her, her skin still crawling from the encounter on the terrace. She needed to wash herself—now.
Her steps were quick and purposeful as she made her way to Deep and Pakhi’s room. Deep was elder brother of Reshmi’s absent husband, Sayan; Pakhi his better half. They kept their room to themselves as a show of superiority because it was big event for their son, Bapi. Reshmi knocked gently on the door, her knuckles grazing the wood with a tentative touch. There was no answer. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob. The sound of splashing water and a low moan drifted through the slightly ajar door, piquing her curiosity.
Reshmi pushed the door open a fraction, her eyes widening at the scene before her.
Deep and Pakhi stood entwined under the shower, their naked bodies slick with water and soap. Deep, his protruding belly a stark contrast to his strong arms, held Pakhi from behind, his hands cupping her breasts. Pakhi, her milk-white skin glowing under the bathroom light, arched her back, her 36-26-36 figure a testament to her striking beauty. Deep was positioned behind her, ready to enter her from behind.
“You know, Deep,” Pakhi purred, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness, “I always wondered what you saw in Reshmi.”
Deep stiffened, his eyes flicking towards the slightly open door. He saw Reshmi standing there, her dusky skin flushed, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. A jolt of adrenaline shot through him.
“What are you talking about?” he growled, his voice thick with a sudden urgency.
“Don’t play dumb,” Pakhi retorted, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You’ve been lusting after her since she married Sayan. I saw the way you looked at her.”
“That's bullshit,” Deep muttered, his hands moving lower, gripping her hips. He positioned Pakhi in a standing doggy style position, her curves presented enticingly before him. He pushed into her, his thrusts powerful and immediate. But his gaze never left Reshmi's. He maintained intense eye contact with her, a silent, primal communication passing between them, a dangerous spark igniting in the humid air.
Pakhi, oblivious to Reshmi's presence, moaned softly, her head thrown back. “Oh, Deep… harder,” she gasped, her hands gripping the shower wall for support.
As they continued their heated exchange, Reshmi, hidden in the shadows, watched, her own arousal building. The sight of their naked bodies, the raw sensuality of their movements, ignited a fire within her. Deep's intense gaze, his blatant desire for her, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Her hand instinctively moved to her own breast, her fingers kneading the soft flesh. She began to rub herself, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes never leaving the scene before her.
Deep fucked Pakhi harder, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his eyes locked on Reshmi. The intensity of his gaze, the blatant display of his passion, was a potent aphrodisiac for her. He was fucking Pakhi, but his eyes were telling Reshmi a different story, a story of lust and forbidden desire. He pulled Pakhi's hair to tilt her head up, his thrusts reaching her deepest.
“Yes, Deep! Fuck me!” Pakhi cried out, her pleasure reaching a fever pitch.
Reshmi’s fingers moved lower, finding the slick heat between her legs. She began to finger herself, her movements mirroring the rhythm of Deep’s thrusts. Her moans mingled with Pakhi’s cries, creating a symphony of forbidden pleasure. The visual of Deep fucking Pakhi, his eyes burning into hers, was almost too much to bear.
Deep’s release came in a loud groan, his cum spilling inside of Pakhi. His gaze remained fixed on Reshmi until the very last moment. In that fatal attraction, Deep took a step ahead to issue a declaration. He spun Pakhi around to display her ass to Reshmi, spanked the tight piece of meat, and scooped out a generous amount of the confluence of their cum, dripping out of Pakhi. He tasted it while gazing at Reshmi and the challenger has initiated the “ritual” Reshmi’s own orgasm followed moments later, a wave of intense pleasure that sent her reeling. She came heavily, her wetness splattering on the tile floor near the bathroom door, her legs trembling.
As Pakhi prepared to step out of the shower, Reshmi quickly retreated, her heart pounding in her chest. She came back again as if nothing had happened, and asked Pakhi if she could use their bathroom. She reluctantly agreed to let her use it, with a slow murmur of curses to her beauty. Deep’s eyes, glazed with lust, met hers through the sliver of the open door, a silent acknowledgment of their shared secret. Reshmi fled, her face flushed, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her forbidden pleasure. "So it seems the ritual has changed," Reshmi burying her fingers deep into the love hole, "Bring it on! Deep Da..."
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