Adultery Neighbour sisters use me to fuck

[Haran000]

The following day found Nisha and me immersed in our studies in her room. Again, she was dressed in a white shirt and green shorts. After a long stretch of studying, Nisha closed the door and moved closer to me.


"Hey, did your pain subside yesterday?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Yes, it feels much better," I replied, genuinely relieved.

"Hmm... Have you really never, you know, done it yourself?"
I shrugged. "I don't know about all that."

"Do you know you have sperm?"

"Yeah, I read about it in tenth grade."

"You ejaculated those sperms yesterday, right?"

"Yes, but I didn't know it beforehand."

"Hmm."

"But isn't it wrong to waste sperm like that?" I ventured.

She chuckled. "It's nothing like that. You're feeling pain because you're not ejaculating them."

"Hmm..."

"How did it feel yesterday?" she pressed, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Super. Holding your waist felt so pleasurable."

She paused, a flicker of anger crossing her face. "Is holding your waist wrong?" I quickly asked.

A laugh escaped her lips. "No, it's not."

"You asked yesterday what I liked. I liked your waist, Nisha," I confessed, watching a blush creep onto her cheeks. She placed her hand on me and pulled me closer.
"Will you hold it again?" she whispered in my ear.

"Hmm..." I nodded, smiling.

"I'll tell you one thing, you have to do it then."

"I will," I promised.

"You have to kiss my navel."

"No, Nisha. Only husbands should kiss that, right? You're asking me to kiss?"

"I don't have a husband, do I?" she retorted.

"No."

"Now, you are my husband. Will you do it then?"

"Let's study for a bit longer," I tried to deflect.

She gently turned my face towards hers. "You study well, I know. I'll teach you, okay? Don't be afraid."

"Hmm..."

Nisha stood up and lifted her shirt, exposing her waist. She took a step closer, her face near mine. "Kiss my navel."

"No, Nisha, it'll be like yesterday again, I'll feel pain."

"If you feel pain, I'll tell you what to do. First, do what I tell you."

Hesitantly, I wrapped my hands around her waist. It was incredibly soft. I pressed with my four fingers behind and my thumb in front. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, "Ummmmm."

I just kept looking at her. She opened her eyes, met my gaze, and urged, "Kiss it."

I leaned forward, my warm lips finding her small navel. "Ah..." she gasped, her waist trembling beneath my touch.

I looked up. "I did it."

"Keep kissing it," she instructed.

I continued to kiss, murmuring, "Umm."

"Oh, how good it feels, mmm..." she sighed, her hands tangling in my hair as she squirmed while I kissed her navel.

Suddenly, she lifted my head. Our eyes locked. "Kiss my entire waist."

Without a moment's hesitation, I eagerly showered her entire waist with kisses. "S...ha," she breathed. The smooth skin of her waist, the soft flesh beneath my lips, filled me with a primal lust, a desire to bite. Without thinking, I stuck my tongue out and plunged it into her navel. Perhaps her nerves tingled, for she groaned loudly, pressing her waist against my face, "Aahh."

I recoiled as if startled. "What happened, Nisha?"

"Nothing. It felt good. Do it again."

Again, I plunged my tongue into her navel and began to swirl it, a strange sensation, as if I were tasting sweet, milky khoa. "Ah, mm," she moaned. My lips were now gently biting her waist.

She pulled my hair back. "What are you doing?"

"Your waist is very smooth, it's sweet, I want to eat it," I confessed.

"Gently, okay?"

"Okay, Nisha." That was exactly what I wanted: to slowly kiss her entire waist and tempt her.

As I measured her waist with my lips and plunged my tongue into her navel, Nisha couldn't bear it, perhaps, and moved back. "Umm Nisha, it feels good, your waist, umm..."

She took my legs between hers and sat on my thighs. My face nestled into her neck. I stopped and looked at her face. She looked at me and moved even closer. Gradually, as my penis brushed against her thighs, she flinched. "Ah..."

"What happened?"

"Yours is poking between my thighs."

"Sorry, you sat down yourself, I didn't know what to say."

"Shiva, did you really like my waist?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur.

"Yes, very much."

"I liked your dick."

"What does that mean?"

"The one that's down there."

"Hmm..."

"Nisha, isn't it wrong for you to look at mine like this?" I questioned, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

Immediately, she moved aside, reached into my pants, and grasped me. "Ash, no, Nisha, it hurts!" I protested. Looking at me, she pulled down my pants, took out my penis, and began to shake it with her hand. Oh, my body was floating away. "Ah, Nisha," I moaned.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes."

She held my neck with her right hand and pulled my face into her neck. "Give me a kiss." I kissed the curve of her neck. She increased the pace of her hand. I was rubbing my lips on her neck with unrestrained desire.

"Mmm... Are you feeling good?"

"Yes, I am."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"You have to pay me tuition fees."

"Yes."

"I don't want money.”

"What?"

"You have to show me your dick every day."

"I will show you," I promised, my voice barely a whisper.
She rubbed her thumb on the head of my penis. It swelled further, and a pleasant sensation coursed through me. 

"Mmmm."

"Oh, is it getting bigger?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

"I don't know."

"Stand up and take off your pants."

Without a word, I took off my pants and underwear, tossing them aside. She leaned down towards me and grabbed me, pulling gently. I pressed hard against her waist. "Ah, do it like yesterday," she instructed.

I held her waist and moved my hips, rubbing my penis on her navel. "Iss... Oh, how good it feels," she sighed.

"Ah, Nisha, it's super," I breathed.

Just then, Asha's voice cut through the air. "Asha: Nisha, open the door."

We froze, startled, and quickly moved away from each other. "Oh, coming, sister," Nisha called out. "You go into the bathroom, I'll say you went to the toilet."

"Yes, okay," I agreed, grabbing my pants and scrambling into the bathroom.

I heard Nisha opening the door and pressed my ear to the door, straining to hear Asha. "What are you doing? He came to study."

What? Did Asha see? How?

"Akka, I told you, why did you come in the middle? You ruined a good time," Nisha's voice was surprisingly calm.

What kind of twist was this?

"You said you'd dance in the evening, you can do whatever you want with him then, fondle him wherever you want, but let him study now. He looks so innocent, what if he tells the family we did this if he gets bad marks?" Asha lectured.

"Yes, that's true. Akka, when you and brother-in-law do it, and I see his dick, I can't control myself. You don't understand how much I hold back. His is like a cucumber. I was playing with it for a while, and you came and disturbed me," Nisha complained.

"Yes... Not everything at once, slowly. What did I tell you, and what are you doing?" Asha's tone was exasperated.

"If you tell me to kiss, I can't stop."

"Oh, you're going to cause trouble. I told you to romance, scratch your itching vagina, but it won't be good if you get pregnant, especially since you're supposed to get married. If his penis goes in, your virgin vagina will tear."

"Akka, what if he puts it in?" Nisha asked, a hint of mischievousness in her voice.

"No, he won't. He's freaking out just from a kiss. If he wants to put it in, I'll take it, okay?" Asha replied.

"Thief, your husband doesn't fuck, and you'll take on a kid?" Nisha retorted playfully.

"Yes, you just be a little in control, dear," Asha said, her voice softening.

"Okay, go."

"No, his dad is calling him. Tell him to go."

"Okay, you go."

All this made my head spin. What on earth was happening here? They intentionally let me into the house. One wanted to "fuck," the other called me a "cucumber." What exactly was their plan with me?

"Shiva, come out, your dad is calling you," Nisha's voice broke through my thoughts.

I pretended not to know anything, pulled on my pants, pressed my penis down, and walked out.

"Bye, come back after eating, we'll study then, okay?" Nisha said, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"But until now?" I asked, confused.

"Leave that now."

"Okay." I then went home, my mind reeling from the encounter.