01-09-2025, 01:28 PM
Saga 4 - Scene 5 - Arun ka bulge
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Ten seconds later, still inside the bathroom.
Arun was still backing away, his face a mask of terror and desire. Dipa looked at him, not with anger, but with a patient lust and knowing smile.
Dipa: Arun, sharmao mat. Sahab kuch nahi kahenge. Don't be shy. Sahab won't say anything.
Arun: Ji, Memsahab…
She took his trembling hands, her touch gentle but firm, and placed them back on her wet shoulders.
Dipa: Arun. Jo main keh rahi hu, woh karo. Do what I am telling you to do. Apne haatho se mere breasts par soap lagao. Mujhe achcha lagega. Apply soap on my breasts with your hands. It will feel good to me.
Her words, a soft command wrapped in a promise of her own pleasure, were the only permission he needed. The fear in his eyes was replaced by a raw, hungry glaze. He was fully erect in a couple of seconds. He picked up the bar of soap and worked it into a thick lather in his hands, his eyes focusing only on her giant, dark nipple. His mind went blank; he was acting on pure instinct now. His soapy hands came forward and cupped her breasts, his thumbs immediately finding her nipples, rubbing them in slow, deliberate circles.
Dipa smiled, a soft moan escaping her lips as she enjoyed the sensation.
Dipa: Now rub all over.
His hands moved automatically, slowly and gently, gliding over the massive, heavy globes. They moved from the sides, where the side-boobs were lunging forward, to the deep cleavage in the center. He then cupped some water and rinsed the soap away. Her breasts were glowing now, super clean and glistening under the shower spray. His eyes were focused only on her nipples, which were impossibly hard and long. Dipa watched his head and eye movement, a triumphant look on her face.
She leaned back slightly and gently squeezed her right breast. A thin, powerful jet of white milk shot across the small space and hit Arun directly in the mouth. The aim was too perfect. He tasted it, it was warm and shockingly sweet. A slow, disbelieving smile spread across his face as he looked at his Memsahab. He was more confident now. He reached out and pressed both her breasts himself, and she responded, squirting more milk that shot directly onto his face. His tongue darting out to taste the stray droplets.
Dipa: Arun, do you want to suck my nipples? Do you want to lick them? Take them in your mouth?
He didn't wait to reply. He leaned in, his head moving directly to her right nipple. He kissed it gently at first, then his tongue began to lick the hard, wet tip. Sensations shot through Dipa’s body like lightning.
Dipa: Keep licking it.
She could see his bulge was massive, straining against the thin fabric of his wet trousers. He didn’t have the courage to say, "Ji, Memsahab." He just obeyed. As he licked, her nipple swayed left and right, milk leaking from the tip.
Dipa: Now, Arun. Suck it. Take it in your mouth. All of it.
He sucked gently at first, then with a sudden lunge, he took the entire nipple and a good portion of the areola deep into his mouth, sucking with full force. A few droplets of milk turned into a steady stream that filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow. His eyes flickered in surprise, but he continued to suck and suck, drinking his fill.
Dipa was still sitting on the plastic stool, and Arun was bent before her, both of them now completely soaked by the spray of the shower. After a moment, she stood up, wearing only her soaked, transparent white panties.
Dipa: Arun, ab meri bari. Pant utaro jaldi se. Now it's my turn. Take off your pants, quickly.
He straightened up and, without a word, unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the wet floor. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down. His penis sprang free, fully erect, the head so engorged it was touching his stomach.
Dipa held his massive penis in her hands and started stroking it. She then hooked her thumbs into her own panties, a wicked smile on her face.
Dipa: Let me show you my amazing, mouth-watering buttocks.
She pushed the panties down and stepped out of them. She turned, leaned her hands against the cool, tiled wall, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
Dipa: Come. Enter from behind.
Arun moved closer, spreading her legs with his hands. He positioned his massive, super-erect penis at her entrance. She was already so wet it slid smoothly inside, but the sheer size and thickness of it was a shock. It felt like it was touching every single tissue inside her vagina, expanding her from within. He moved in, then moved out.
Dipa: Faster, Arun! Aahhh… I am so wet and horny! I need you inside me! Keep fucking me!
Her moans echoed in the small bathroom. He kept thrusting, his wet thighs slapping against her buttocks, making a loud thup, thup, thup sound that mixed with the noise of the shower. Dipa reached up and increased the shower’s speed, the roar of the water raining down, trying to counter the sound of their fucking. The water poured over them as they had sex. It continued for two more minutes, a frantic, desperate pace, before Arun couldn't hold it together any longer. He pulled out just as he was about to cum. Dipa turned as he exploded, his hot seed splattering everywhere—on her stomach, her thighs, her hands, the walls, the floor.
Dipa: It was your first time. Next time, try to hold it for a longer period.
She was panting, a look of supreme satisfaction on her face.
Dipa: Now go out. Slowly. Without making any noise. You are wet, so make sure you go directly to your room.
Arun, dazed and overwhelmed, nodded and slipped out of the bathroom after wearing his wet underwear and his wet pants. Dipa turned back to the shower, a triumphant smile on her face. She leaned against the wall, spread her legs, and let her fingers find her clit.
Dipa: Wah… amazing… this sensation, these vibrations in my chut will keep me engaged forever. I am so addicted.
She masturbated under the hot spray, her own climax even more powerful than ever before.
Dipa: Arun… you are mine.
To be continued..
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Ten seconds later, still inside the bathroom.
Arun was still backing away, his face a mask of terror and desire. Dipa looked at him, not with anger, but with a patient lust and knowing smile.
Dipa: Arun, sharmao mat. Sahab kuch nahi kahenge. Don't be shy. Sahab won't say anything.
Arun: Ji, Memsahab…
She took his trembling hands, her touch gentle but firm, and placed them back on her wet shoulders.
Dipa: Arun. Jo main keh rahi hu, woh karo. Do what I am telling you to do. Apne haatho se mere breasts par soap lagao. Mujhe achcha lagega. Apply soap on my breasts with your hands. It will feel good to me.
Her words, a soft command wrapped in a promise of her own pleasure, were the only permission he needed. The fear in his eyes was replaced by a raw, hungry glaze. He was fully erect in a couple of seconds. He picked up the bar of soap and worked it into a thick lather in his hands, his eyes focusing only on her giant, dark nipple. His mind went blank; he was acting on pure instinct now. His soapy hands came forward and cupped her breasts, his thumbs immediately finding her nipples, rubbing them in slow, deliberate circles.
Dipa smiled, a soft moan escaping her lips as she enjoyed the sensation.
Dipa: Now rub all over.
His hands moved automatically, slowly and gently, gliding over the massive, heavy globes. They moved from the sides, where the side-boobs were lunging forward, to the deep cleavage in the center. He then cupped some water and rinsed the soap away. Her breasts were glowing now, super clean and glistening under the shower spray. His eyes were focused only on her nipples, which were impossibly hard and long. Dipa watched his head and eye movement, a triumphant look on her face.
She leaned back slightly and gently squeezed her right breast. A thin, powerful jet of white milk shot across the small space and hit Arun directly in the mouth. The aim was too perfect. He tasted it, it was warm and shockingly sweet. A slow, disbelieving smile spread across his face as he looked at his Memsahab. He was more confident now. He reached out and pressed both her breasts himself, and she responded, squirting more milk that shot directly onto his face. His tongue darting out to taste the stray droplets.
Dipa: Arun, do you want to suck my nipples? Do you want to lick them? Take them in your mouth?
He didn't wait to reply. He leaned in, his head moving directly to her right nipple. He kissed it gently at first, then his tongue began to lick the hard, wet tip. Sensations shot through Dipa’s body like lightning.
Dipa: Keep licking it.
She could see his bulge was massive, straining against the thin fabric of his wet trousers. He didn’t have the courage to say, "Ji, Memsahab." He just obeyed. As he licked, her nipple swayed left and right, milk leaking from the tip.
Dipa: Now, Arun. Suck it. Take it in your mouth. All of it.
He sucked gently at first, then with a sudden lunge, he took the entire nipple and a good portion of the areola deep into his mouth, sucking with full force. A few droplets of milk turned into a steady stream that filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow. His eyes flickered in surprise, but he continued to suck and suck, drinking his fill.
Dipa was still sitting on the plastic stool, and Arun was bent before her, both of them now completely soaked by the spray of the shower. After a moment, she stood up, wearing only her soaked, transparent white panties.
Dipa: Arun, ab meri bari. Pant utaro jaldi se. Now it's my turn. Take off your pants, quickly.
He straightened up and, without a word, unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the wet floor. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down. His penis sprang free, fully erect, the head so engorged it was touching his stomach.
Dipa held his massive penis in her hands and started stroking it. She then hooked her thumbs into her own panties, a wicked smile on her face.
Dipa: Let me show you my amazing, mouth-watering buttocks.
She pushed the panties down and stepped out of them. She turned, leaned her hands against the cool, tiled wall, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
Dipa: Come. Enter from behind.
Arun moved closer, spreading her legs with his hands. He positioned his massive, super-erect penis at her entrance. She was already so wet it slid smoothly inside, but the sheer size and thickness of it was a shock. It felt like it was touching every single tissue inside her vagina, expanding her from within. He moved in, then moved out.
Dipa: Faster, Arun! Aahhh… I am so wet and horny! I need you inside me! Keep fucking me!
Her moans echoed in the small bathroom. He kept thrusting, his wet thighs slapping against her buttocks, making a loud thup, thup, thup sound that mixed with the noise of the shower. Dipa reached up and increased the shower’s speed, the roar of the water raining down, trying to counter the sound of their fucking. The water poured over them as they had sex. It continued for two more minutes, a frantic, desperate pace, before Arun couldn't hold it together any longer. He pulled out just as he was about to cum. Dipa turned as he exploded, his hot seed splattering everywhere—on her stomach, her thighs, her hands, the walls, the floor.
Dipa: It was your first time. Next time, try to hold it for a longer period.
She was panting, a look of supreme satisfaction on her face.
Dipa: Now go out. Slowly. Without making any noise. You are wet, so make sure you go directly to your room.
Arun, dazed and overwhelmed, nodded and slipped out of the bathroom after wearing his wet underwear and his wet pants. Dipa turned back to the shower, a triumphant smile on her face. She leaned against the wall, spread her legs, and let her fingers find her clit.
Dipa: Wah… amazing… this sensation, these vibrations in my chut will keep me engaged forever. I am so addicted.
She masturbated under the hot spray, her own climax even more powerful than ever before.
Dipa: Arun… you are mine.
To be continued..
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