06-01-2026, 09:07 AM
37. Tangled Desires on the Coastal Escape (Vinay's Perspective)
The SUV hummed along the coastal road, the engine's low growl vibrating through your seat as you lounged in the back, your eyes locked on Anjali's voluptuous form up front. She's your emandi, your everything, and those black spandex shorts she's poured herself into? They're a fucking torment, clinging to her full, jiggling ass like they were painted on. Every bump in the road makes her cheeks shift and bounce, the fabric stretching tight across the deep cleft, outlining the way her thighs thicken where they meet her hips. You can't help it—your cock twitches in your shorts, hardening as you imagine peeling those shorts down and burying your face between those plush mounds. She glances back, catching your stare, her dark eyes sparkling with that secret heat. 'Thammudu, eyes on the road,' she teases softly, but her lips curve in a knowing smile, her body arching just enough to push her ass harder against the seat.
Priya's beside you, her denim short shorts riding high, hugging her firm, athletic ass. It's perky, toned from all that yoga, the frayed edges teasing the smooth tan skin underneath. Rajesh keeps stealing glances in the rearview, his knuckles white on the wheel, and you smirk—let him look. Your hand rests on Priya's thigh, casual, but your mind's on Anjali. Still, Priya shifts, her ass flexing as she leans forward to chat, and you feel a stir; she's got that playful energy, but nothing compares to your diva's curves. The day stretches out, the sea air whipping through the open windows, carrying salt and promise.
At the beach, the sand's hot under your feet, but it's nothing compared to the fire in your veins as you watch Anjali lead the way. Her ass sways hypnotically with each step, the spandex dimpling into her flesh, her cheeks rolling like waves. You fall back a pace, drinking it in—the way the shorts wedge slightly into her crack, exposing the lower swell of those milky white globes. Your mouth waters; you want to grab her right there, squeeze those cheeks until she moans your name. 'Akka, that ass of yours is killing me,' you murmur when you catch up, your hand brushing her lower back, fingers grazing the top of her shorts. She shivers, glancing over her shoulder. 'Behave, thammudu... or don't. I like when you watch.' Fuck, her voice is breathy, already laced with want.
Rajesh trails Priya, his eyes glued to her bouncing cheeks as she skips ahead, but you catch him sneaking peeks at Anjali too. The blanket's spread, picnic unpacked, and when Anjali bends to grab the sunscreen, her ass thrusts out, shorts pulling taut, the seam dipping deep into her cleft. You step up behind her, 'accidentally' pressing your hardening cock against her through your shorts. 'Need help with that, My love?' Your hands slide over her hips, thumbs hooking the waistband teasingly. She straightens slowly, grinding back against you just enough to make your breath hitch. 'Later, Vinay... make it worth the wait.' Priya bends similarly for the frisbee, her ass flexing tight, and Rajesh's stare is obvious, but your focus snaps back to Anjali as she lies on her stomach, arching to let you rub lotion in. Your palms glide over her back, then lower, kneading her ass cheeks firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. She moans softly, muffled into the blanket, her pussy clenching under the fabric—you can feel the heat radiating. 'Your hands... so possessive,' she whispers, pushing back into your touch.
The afternoon blurs in a haze of stolen glances and building tension. You chase Anjali into the shallow waves, her ass glistening with water, shorts translucent now, clinging to her shaved pussy lips. When she bends for a shell, you nearly lose it—the underside of her cheeks peeks out, pink and inviting. Your cock throbs, pre-cum leaking as you imagine spreading her wide and thrusting in. Rajesh watches Priya the same way, her wet shorts molding to her crack, but you revel in the jealousy flickering in his eyes when he sees you with Anjali.
Night falls, the cabin's lanterns flickering like your pulse as you all settle in the living room, the sea's roar a constant backdrop. Whiskey burns down your throat, loosening everything, and when Anjali takes her glass—neat, like the bold woman she's become—Rajesh's surprise amuses you. 'Since when?' he asks, but you know; she's yours now, shedding his conservative chains. Laughter flows, stories from the day turning flirty, the women's accusations about your ogling drawing grins. 'Those shorts were made for staring,' you say, arm around Anjali, your hand 'casually' squeezing her thigh, inching higher.
Priya suggests truth or dare, her eyes wicked, and the whiskey makes it easy to agree. It starts light, but your blood heats as Anjali's dared to kiss you. She crawls over, straddling your lap, her heavy breasts pressing against your chest through her tank top. Her lips meet yours soft at first, a brush that sends sparks down your spine, then she parts them, tongue sliding in hot and wet, tasting of whiskey and desire. You groan into her mouth, hands gripping her ass—those glorious cheeks filling your palms as you squeeze hard, pulling her tighter against your rock-hard cock. She moans, the sound vibrating through you, her tongue tangling with yours in deep, sucking pulls, saliva mixing as she nips your lip. The kiss drags on, her hips grinding subtly, your fingers digging into her flesh until she's panting against you. Rajesh watches, flushed; Priya bites her lip. You release her with a wet smack, her lips swollen, eyes dark with need.
Your dare to Priya: massage Rajesh. But she amps it, hands roaming to cup his bulge, squeezing until he groans. You feel a twinge—Priya's hot, but Anjali's your world. Rajesh admits fantasizing about her, and when Anjali's dared to let you squeeze her breasts, she arches into you. Your hands envelop her massive tits, the soft, heavy weight spilling over your fingers as you knead roughly, thumbs circling her hard nipples through the fabric. 'Fuck, Akka... these are mine,' you growl low, pinching the peaks until she gasps, her body trembling, pussy wetting her shorts. She whimpers, 'Thammudu... harder, make them ache for you.' The room thickens with tension, your cock straining.
Rajesh kisses Priya next, her tongue delving deep, but your eyes are on Anjali, her chest heaving. Your dare: Anjali gives you a blowjob. Heart pounding, you watch her kneel, unzipping you to free your thick, veined cock, already leaking. Her tongue flicks the head, lapping pre-cum with a swirl that makes you hiss, then she takes you in—lips stretching wide around your girth, sucking with hollowed cheeks as she bobs. Wet slurps echo, her hand pumping the base, twisting slickly. 'Mmm, akkayya... suck it deeper,' you groan, threading fingers in her hair, guiding her. She hums, vibrations shooting through you, deepthroating until her throat convulses around your tip, gagging softly, tears pricking her eyes. Saliva drips down your shaft, coating your balls as she works you relentlessly, tongue pressing the underside. You thrust shallowly, fucking her mouth, her moans muffled around you. She pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to your throbbing head. 'Taste so good, thammudu... I want your cum.' But the dare ends; you're aching.
Rajesh eats Priya out—her moans fill the air as his tongue laps her folds—but you're fixated on Anjali's flushed face, her hand subtly rubbing her thigh. Your dare to her: let you eat her pussy. She strips her shorts, lying back, knees wide, her shaved pussy glistening, lips puffy and pink. You dive in, inhaling her musky arousal, tongue plunging into her dripping entrance, fucking her with deep thrusts that make her walls clench. 'Oh god, Vinay... yes, tongue-fuck me,' she cries, hips bucking. You lap up her juices, tangy and sweet, then circle her swollen clit with rapid flicks, sucking it hard between your lips, teeth grazing. Your fingers join—two thick digits sliding in, curling to stroke her g-spot in firm pumps, scissoring her open. She writhes, massive breasts heaving, 'Deeper, thammudu... make me squirt for you.' Wet smacks sound as you devour her, her thighs quaking, orgasm crashing as she screams, juices flooding your mouth, coating your chin. You lick her through it, savoring every spasm.
The game's feverish now. Priya rims Rajesh, her tongue probing his hole, but you dare Anjali to let you lick her ass. Flipping her onto her stomach, you spread her full cheeks, exposing her tight, pink rosebud. Your tongue traces the ring teasingly, then presses in, rimming with flat, wet laps that make her shudder. 'Your ass, akka... so fucking tight,' you murmur, spearing inside with pointed thrusts, tasting her musky essence. She pushes back, moaning loud, 'Rim me, thammudu... own it with your tongue.' Your fingers fuck her pussy from below, thumb on her clit, the dual assault drawing whimpers as her hole clenches around you.
Culmination: swap and fuck. No words needed; you pull Anjali to the rug on all fours, her ass up, pussy dripping. Gripping her hips, you nudge your cockhead against her entrance, then thrust in—deep, stretching her walls with your girth, bottoming out against her cervix. 'Mine... this pussy grips me like heaven,' you rasp, pulling back to slam in again, the wet squelch obscene. She cries out, 'Fuck me, Vinay—hard, claim me!' You pound relentlessly, balls slapping her clit, one hand reaching to squeeze her swinging breasts, pinching nipples until she keens. Her ass jiggles with each impact, cheeks rippling under your grip as you knead them, spreading her wider for deeper angles. Kisses pepper her back, your mouth on her neck, sucking marks as you grind slow then fast, her walls fluttering. 'I love you, emandi... feel how you milk me.' She moans, 'Love you, thammudu... fill me, breed me.' Beside you, Rajesh fucks Priya, her gasps mixing, but you're lost in Anjali—thrusting erratic, your release building. She comes first, pussy spasming wildly, squeezing your cock in rhythmic pulses, her scream echoing. You follow, burying deep, ropes of hot cum jetting into her womb, flooding her as you groan, body shuddering against hers.
You collapse together, her body boneless in your arms, the afterglow wrapping you like the sea mist. Rajesh and Priya pant nearby, but Anjali's yours—whispers of love exchanged in the dim light, the night sealing your tangled desires.
The SUV hummed along the coastal road, the engine's low growl vibrating through your seat as you lounged in the back, your eyes locked on Anjali's voluptuous form up front. She's your emandi, your everything, and those black spandex shorts she's poured herself into? They're a fucking torment, clinging to her full, jiggling ass like they were painted on. Every bump in the road makes her cheeks shift and bounce, the fabric stretching tight across the deep cleft, outlining the way her thighs thicken where they meet her hips. You can't help it—your cock twitches in your shorts, hardening as you imagine peeling those shorts down and burying your face between those plush mounds. She glances back, catching your stare, her dark eyes sparkling with that secret heat. 'Thammudu, eyes on the road,' she teases softly, but her lips curve in a knowing smile, her body arching just enough to push her ass harder against the seat.
Priya's beside you, her denim short shorts riding high, hugging her firm, athletic ass. It's perky, toned from all that yoga, the frayed edges teasing the smooth tan skin underneath. Rajesh keeps stealing glances in the rearview, his knuckles white on the wheel, and you smirk—let him look. Your hand rests on Priya's thigh, casual, but your mind's on Anjali. Still, Priya shifts, her ass flexing as she leans forward to chat, and you feel a stir; she's got that playful energy, but nothing compares to your diva's curves. The day stretches out, the sea air whipping through the open windows, carrying salt and promise.
At the beach, the sand's hot under your feet, but it's nothing compared to the fire in your veins as you watch Anjali lead the way. Her ass sways hypnotically with each step, the spandex dimpling into her flesh, her cheeks rolling like waves. You fall back a pace, drinking it in—the way the shorts wedge slightly into her crack, exposing the lower swell of those milky white globes. Your mouth waters; you want to grab her right there, squeeze those cheeks until she moans your name. 'Akka, that ass of yours is killing me,' you murmur when you catch up, your hand brushing her lower back, fingers grazing the top of her shorts. She shivers, glancing over her shoulder. 'Behave, thammudu... or don't. I like when you watch.' Fuck, her voice is breathy, already laced with want.
Rajesh trails Priya, his eyes glued to her bouncing cheeks as she skips ahead, but you catch him sneaking peeks at Anjali too. The blanket's spread, picnic unpacked, and when Anjali bends to grab the sunscreen, her ass thrusts out, shorts pulling taut, the seam dipping deep into her cleft. You step up behind her, 'accidentally' pressing your hardening cock against her through your shorts. 'Need help with that, My love?' Your hands slide over her hips, thumbs hooking the waistband teasingly. She straightens slowly, grinding back against you just enough to make your breath hitch. 'Later, Vinay... make it worth the wait.' Priya bends similarly for the frisbee, her ass flexing tight, and Rajesh's stare is obvious, but your focus snaps back to Anjali as she lies on her stomach, arching to let you rub lotion in. Your palms glide over her back, then lower, kneading her ass cheeks firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. She moans softly, muffled into the blanket, her pussy clenching under the fabric—you can feel the heat radiating. 'Your hands... so possessive,' she whispers, pushing back into your touch.
The afternoon blurs in a haze of stolen glances and building tension. You chase Anjali into the shallow waves, her ass glistening with water, shorts translucent now, clinging to her shaved pussy lips. When she bends for a shell, you nearly lose it—the underside of her cheeks peeks out, pink and inviting. Your cock throbs, pre-cum leaking as you imagine spreading her wide and thrusting in. Rajesh watches Priya the same way, her wet shorts molding to her crack, but you revel in the jealousy flickering in his eyes when he sees you with Anjali.
Night falls, the cabin's lanterns flickering like your pulse as you all settle in the living room, the sea's roar a constant backdrop. Whiskey burns down your throat, loosening everything, and when Anjali takes her glass—neat, like the bold woman she's become—Rajesh's surprise amuses you. 'Since when?' he asks, but you know; she's yours now, shedding his conservative chains. Laughter flows, stories from the day turning flirty, the women's accusations about your ogling drawing grins. 'Those shorts were made for staring,' you say, arm around Anjali, your hand 'casually' squeezing her thigh, inching higher.
Priya suggests truth or dare, her eyes wicked, and the whiskey makes it easy to agree. It starts light, but your blood heats as Anjali's dared to kiss you. She crawls over, straddling your lap, her heavy breasts pressing against your chest through her tank top. Her lips meet yours soft at first, a brush that sends sparks down your spine, then she parts them, tongue sliding in hot and wet, tasting of whiskey and desire. You groan into her mouth, hands gripping her ass—those glorious cheeks filling your palms as you squeeze hard, pulling her tighter against your rock-hard cock. She moans, the sound vibrating through you, her tongue tangling with yours in deep, sucking pulls, saliva mixing as she nips your lip. The kiss drags on, her hips grinding subtly, your fingers digging into her flesh until she's panting against you. Rajesh watches, flushed; Priya bites her lip. You release her with a wet smack, her lips swollen, eyes dark with need.
Your dare to Priya: massage Rajesh. But she amps it, hands roaming to cup his bulge, squeezing until he groans. You feel a twinge—Priya's hot, but Anjali's your world. Rajesh admits fantasizing about her, and when Anjali's dared to let you squeeze her breasts, she arches into you. Your hands envelop her massive tits, the soft, heavy weight spilling over your fingers as you knead roughly, thumbs circling her hard nipples through the fabric. 'Fuck, Akka... these are mine,' you growl low, pinching the peaks until she gasps, her body trembling, pussy wetting her shorts. She whimpers, 'Thammudu... harder, make them ache for you.' The room thickens with tension, your cock straining.
Rajesh kisses Priya next, her tongue delving deep, but your eyes are on Anjali, her chest heaving. Your dare: Anjali gives you a blowjob. Heart pounding, you watch her kneel, unzipping you to free your thick, veined cock, already leaking. Her tongue flicks the head, lapping pre-cum with a swirl that makes you hiss, then she takes you in—lips stretching wide around your girth, sucking with hollowed cheeks as she bobs. Wet slurps echo, her hand pumping the base, twisting slickly. 'Mmm, akkayya... suck it deeper,' you groan, threading fingers in her hair, guiding her. She hums, vibrations shooting through you, deepthroating until her throat convulses around your tip, gagging softly, tears pricking her eyes. Saliva drips down your shaft, coating your balls as she works you relentlessly, tongue pressing the underside. You thrust shallowly, fucking her mouth, her moans muffled around you. She pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to your throbbing head. 'Taste so good, thammudu... I want your cum.' But the dare ends; you're aching.
Rajesh eats Priya out—her moans fill the air as his tongue laps her folds—but you're fixated on Anjali's flushed face, her hand subtly rubbing her thigh. Your dare to her: let you eat her pussy. She strips her shorts, lying back, knees wide, her shaved pussy glistening, lips puffy and pink. You dive in, inhaling her musky arousal, tongue plunging into her dripping entrance, fucking her with deep thrusts that make her walls clench. 'Oh god, Vinay... yes, tongue-fuck me,' she cries, hips bucking. You lap up her juices, tangy and sweet, then circle her swollen clit with rapid flicks, sucking it hard between your lips, teeth grazing. Your fingers join—two thick digits sliding in, curling to stroke her g-spot in firm pumps, scissoring her open. She writhes, massive breasts heaving, 'Deeper, thammudu... make me squirt for you.' Wet smacks sound as you devour her, her thighs quaking, orgasm crashing as she screams, juices flooding your mouth, coating your chin. You lick her through it, savoring every spasm.
The game's feverish now. Priya rims Rajesh, her tongue probing his hole, but you dare Anjali to let you lick her ass. Flipping her onto her stomach, you spread her full cheeks, exposing her tight, pink rosebud. Your tongue traces the ring teasingly, then presses in, rimming with flat, wet laps that make her shudder. 'Your ass, akka... so fucking tight,' you murmur, spearing inside with pointed thrusts, tasting her musky essence. She pushes back, moaning loud, 'Rim me, thammudu... own it with your tongue.' Your fingers fuck her pussy from below, thumb on her clit, the dual assault drawing whimpers as her hole clenches around you.
Culmination: swap and fuck. No words needed; you pull Anjali to the rug on all fours, her ass up, pussy dripping. Gripping her hips, you nudge your cockhead against her entrance, then thrust in—deep, stretching her walls with your girth, bottoming out against her cervix. 'Mine... this pussy grips me like heaven,' you rasp, pulling back to slam in again, the wet squelch obscene. She cries out, 'Fuck me, Vinay—hard, claim me!' You pound relentlessly, balls slapping her clit, one hand reaching to squeeze her swinging breasts, pinching nipples until she keens. Her ass jiggles with each impact, cheeks rippling under your grip as you knead them, spreading her wider for deeper angles. Kisses pepper her back, your mouth on her neck, sucking marks as you grind slow then fast, her walls fluttering. 'I love you, emandi... feel how you milk me.' She moans, 'Love you, thammudu... fill me, breed me.' Beside you, Rajesh fucks Priya, her gasps mixing, but you're lost in Anjali—thrusting erratic, your release building. She comes first, pussy spasming wildly, squeezing your cock in rhythmic pulses, her scream echoing. You follow, burying deep, ropes of hot cum jetting into her womb, flooding her as you groan, body shuddering against hers.
You collapse together, her body boneless in your arms, the afterglow wrapping you like the sea mist. Rajesh and Priya pant nearby, but Anjali's yours—whispers of love exchanged in the dim light, the night sealing your tangled desires.
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