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45. Tuition Temptations and Tangled Desires
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn blinds of Vinay's living room, casting warm stripes across the polished wooden floor. The air hummed with the low whir of the ceiling fan, stirring the faint scent of jasmine incense from the bedroom where the earlier foursome's echoes still lingered—sweat-soaked sheets and the musky residue of multiple orgasms. Vinay sat at the sturdy oak desk in the corner, textbooks splayed open, his muscular frame relaxed in a simple white t-shirt and track pants. The amulet around his neck pulsed faintly, a constant reminder of its dark power, now intertwined with his growing dominion over the women in his life. But today, his focus was on the lesson ahead: physics tuition for Kavya, the 18-year-old daughter of that vile secretary Reddy.
Kavya arrived promptly at 3 PM, her footsteps light on the corridor tiles outside. She knocked softly, her voice muffled through the door. 'Anna? It's me, Kavya. Ready for the session?' Vinay's lips curled into a predatory smile. No more holding back. Her father's sins— the brutal bangs on Priya, the blackmail that had shattered lives—had stripped away any remnants of restraint. Reddy's atrocities justified everything now. He opened the door, eyes immediately dropping to her chest as she stepped in.
Kavya was a vision of youthful allure, her dusky skin glowing like polished teak under the room's soft light. At 5'4", she carried her curves with an innocent sway, unaware of the fire she ignited. She wore her usual tuition attire: a loose white cotton blouse that clung slightly from the humidity, the top two buttons undone in the summer heat, and a knee-length skirt that fluttered around her shapely legs. But it was her breasts that commanded attention—enormous, straining against the thin fabric, easily a D-cup teetering on the edge of E, far surpassing Anjali's generous D's, dwarfing Jahnavi's modest C's, and eclipsing Priya's perky B's. They jiggled subtly with each breath, the outline of a simple white bra visible beneath, nipples faintly pressing against the material as the AC kicked in.
She settled into the chair opposite him, leaning forward to peer at the textbook on quantum mechanics, her elbows on the desk. The pose was the same as always—innocent, studious—but now it revealed everything. Her blouse gaped open at the neckline, offering a deep cleavage that plunged like a shadowed valley between those massive orbs. The dusky swell of her breasts rose and fell, the inner curves slick with a light sheen of sweat, hinting at the dark areolas beneath. Vinay's gaze locked there, unblinking, his cock twitching in his pants as he ogled profusely. No shame, no averting eyes. Her father's piggish grunts as he pounded Priya's pussy replayed in his mind, fueling the heat pooling in his groin. Those tits... bigger than Anjali's, so full, begging to be freed. He imagined marrying her, just like he'd claimed Anjali as his true wife—tying a mangalsutra around her neck, then fucking her senseless on their wedding night, his cock buried between those dusky pillows.
Kavya noticed his stare after a moment, blushing faintly, her dark eyes widening. 'Anna? The diagram... it's confusing.' She shifted, but the movement only made her breasts bounce, the blouse straining further, a button threatening to pop. Vinay leaned closer, pretending to point at the page, but his eyes never left the view. 'Yes, the wave function... see how it oscillates?' His voice was low, rough, as he drank in the sight— the way her cleavage deepened with her breath, the subtle scent of her youthful sweat mixing with cheap floral soap wafting toward him.
The urge hit him hard: to grab her, rip open that blouse, and suck those enormous tits until she moaned his name. To slide his thick cock between them, tit-fucking her while she looked up with those innocent eyes, then flip her over and ram into her tight virgin pussy, claiming her as his second bride. But he held it, jaw clenching, the amulet warming against his chest like a leash on his impulses. Not yet. Revenge first, then conquest.
The door to the inner rooms creaked open, and the three women entered, their presence a sultry wave that thickened the air. Anjali led, her voluptuous body poured into a skimpy tank top that hugged her massive D-cup breasts, pink nipples poking through the fabric, and tiny shorts that rode up her plump ass cheeks. Priya followed in a crop top and leggings, her athletic frame toned, B-cups perky under the thin material. Jahnavi trailed, still in her salwar kameez from earlier, the dupatta loosely dbangd, her full C-cups outlined, fair skin flushed from the morning's exertions.
They'd been in the kitchen, chatting about the plan to dismantle Reddy, but now their eyes flicked to Kavya's pose, then to Vinay's blatant ogling. Jahnavi froze, her maternal instincts flaring—Kavya was her daughter, after all, though the girl saw her as just the tutor's associate. 'Kavya, beta... sit up straight. Your... posture.' She stepped forward, hand reaching to adjust the girl's blouse, but Vinay's voice cut sharp. 'No, Jahnavi. Leave it. She's fine like that.' His tone brooked no argument, the amulet's subtle compulsion threading through his words, making her hand drop, a flicker of conflict in her eyes—guilt over her husband's sins warring with her submission to Vinay.
Anjali and Priya exchanged glances, smirks playing on their lips as they settled on the couch nearby, pretending to flip through magazines but stealing views of Kavya's exposed cleavage. The girl's enormous breasts heaved with her confusion, oblivious to the undercurrents. Anjali leaned toward Priya, voice light and teasing. 'Look at that bounce—must be all that heavy reading weighing her down.' Priya chuckled, her eyes gleaming. 'Yeah, or maybe she's just full of potential energy, ready to release under the right force.' Their words dripped with double meaning, erotic innuendos veiled as physics puns. Kavya tilted her head, frowning. 'Potential energy? Like in the chapter?' Anjali nodded innocently. 'Exactly, beta. Sometimes you need a strong push to get things moving... deep inside.' Priya added, 'And friction—oh, it builds heat so fast when bodies collide just right.'
Vinay's cock hardened fully now, straining against his pants as he nodded along, his ogling intensifying. Kavya's dusky tits seemed even larger up close, the sweat trickling into her cleavage like an invitation. He explained the equation, but his mind raced with visions: wedding her in a traditional ceremony, her blouse torn open on the bridal bed, his mouth devouring those globes while she gasped 'Anna... husband...' The women's jokes continued—Anjali murmuring about 'resonance frequencies making everything vibrate deliciously,' Priya quipping on 'elastic collisions where things stretch and snap back wetter'—their laughter light, but eyes hungry on the view.
Jahnavi sat rigidly beside them, her fair cheeks burning. She watched her daughter's innocent exposure, anger at Reddy simmering—That bastard, forcing Priya while our girl sits here, pure and unaware. But Vinay's gaze on Kavya stirred something darker in her, a jealous twist amid her submission.
After twenty minutes, Vinay couldn't hold it. His balls ached, cock throbbing painfully. He stood abruptly, chair scbanging. 'Break time. Kavya, review the notes. Jahnavi—inside. Now.' He grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them. Kavya blinked, shrugging it off as adult business, while Anjali and Priya's smirks widened.
In the bedroom, shadows danced from the half-closed curtains, the king-sized bed still rumpled from the foursome. Vinay pushed Jahnavi against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers in a fierce kiss. His tongue invaded, thrusting deep, tasting her chamomile tea and lingering arousal. She moaned into him, hands clutching his shirt, but her mind fractured—enjoying the raw passion, his hard body pressing her soft curves, yet torn with guilt over betraying her vows again, and fury at Reddy for pushing her to this. Why does he make me wet? That pig husband banging Priya... I hate him, but this...
Vinay's hands roamed, yanking her dupatta away, fingers fumbling the kameez ties. He imagined Kavya instead—those enormous dusky tits in his palms—as he ripped the fabric open, exposing her beige bra. 'Fuck, so soft,' he growled, but in his head, it was Kavya's massive orbs spilling free. He unclasped the bra, her full C-cups bouncing out, fair nipples hardening in the cool air. His mouth latched onto one, sucking hard—tongue flicking the bud, teeth grazing—while his hand kneaded the other, pinching the nipple until she whimpered.
'Ahh... Vinay, slow... she's outside,' Jahnavi gasped, but her body arched, pussy clenching under her salwar. Guilt stabbed her—My daughter, so close, and I'm here whoring for him—but anger at Reddy fueled her surrender, her hands tugging his shirt off, nails raking his back. Vinay ground his erection against her thigh, the thick shaft pulsing. He spun her, pressing her breasts to the wall, yanking her salwar and panties down in one motion. Her fair ass cheeks parted, revealing her pink pussy lips already slick, asshole winking above.
He dropped to his knees, tongue diving into her folds, lapping the tangy juices with long strokes. Jahnavi cried out, hips bucking, 'Oh Vinay.. your tongue... deeper!' He imagined Kavya's dusky pussy, virgin tight, as he sucked her clit—lips pulling the nub, tongue circling fast—while two fingers plunged into her hole, pumping curled to hit her g-spot. Her walls fluttered, cream coating his hand, but she fought the pleasure, tears mixing with moans. For Priya's pain... for my blindness... fuck me, punish me.
Vinay stood, shoving his pants down, his nine-inch cock springing free—veined, head slick with precum. He bent her further, rubbing the tip along her slit, teasing her entrance. 'Beg for it, akkayya. Take my cock while I think of her.' Jahnavi sobbed, 'Yes... fuck me hard, emandi. Make me forget him.' He thrust in savagely, bottoming out in her tight pussy, balls slapping her clit. The wet squelch filled the room as he pounded, hips snapping, cock dragging her walls with each plunge.
She screamed, pushing back, her full breasts mashing against the wall, nipples scbanging plaster. Vinay's hands gripped her hips, bruising, as he reamed her—imagining Kavya's enormous tits swinging, her dusky ass rippling under his slaps. He reached around, fingers pinching her clit, rolling it roughly. Jahnavi's orgasm built fast, guilt twisting into ecstasy, anger exploding in waves. 'Harder! bang my pussy like he bangd her— but make it good!' Her voice broke, body convulsing, pussy spasming around his shaft, squirting onto the floor.
He didn't stop, flipping her onto the bed, legs over his shoulders. His cock slammed back in, deeper now, hitting her cervix with grinding thrusts. Jahnavi's fair legs trembled, toes curling, as she clawed the sheets. 'Cum inside... fill me, thammudu!' Vinay roared, imagining marrying Kavya, breeding her with his seed, as ropes of hot cum erupted, flooding Jahnavi's pussy, leaking out around his pistoning cock.
Meanwhile, in the living room, the air crackled with tension. Kavya bent over her notes, oblivious, her cleavage still on display, breasts nearly spilling as she scribbled. Anjali and Priya watched, thighs pressing together, pussies dampening their shorts. 'That girl's got more up top than both of us combined,' Anjali whispered, her blue eyes hungry. Priya nodded, licking her lips. 'Imagine motorboating those... or studying the 'curves' up close.' Their double meanings had escalated, voices husky.
Unable to resist, Anjali slid closer to Priya on the couch, hand trailing up her thigh. 'All this tension... needs release.' Priya's breath hitched, turning to capture Anjali's lips in a soft kiss that deepened fast—tongues tangling, wet and urgent. Kavya glanced up briefly, 'You okay, akka?' Anjali pulled back, smiling. 'Just fine, beta. Keep focusing on your... equations.' Then the left the room and then she dove back, hand slipping under Priya's crop top, cupping her perky B-cup breast, thumb circling the stiff nipple through the fabric.
Priya moaned softly, arching into the touch, her own hand yanking Anjali's tank top up, exposing those massive D-cup tits. Pink nipples erect, she latched her mouth onto one, sucking hard—tongue swirling the bud, teeth nipping—as Anjali gasped, fingers pinching Priya's nipple in retaliation. They stripped frantically: Anjali's shorts off, revealing her shaved pussy, lips puffy and wet; Priya's leggings down, trimmed bush framing her slick folds. Kavya, headphones now on for a quick audio review, remained unaware, her enormous breasts heaving with concentration.
Anjali pushed Priya back on the couch, straddling her face. 'Eat me, beta. Lick my pussy while I taste yours.' Priya's tongue speared up, plunging into Anjali's hole, lapping the creamy juices with eager thrusts. Anjali ground down, clit rubbing Priya's nose, while bending forward in a 69—her mouth engulfing Priya's pussy, lips sucking the clit, tongue flicking fast. The slurps echoed softly, muffled by the fan, as fingers joined: Anjali sliding two into Priya's tight walls, pumping curled; Priya mirroring, three digits stretching Anjali's sopping cunt.
They devoured each other ravenously—Anjali's massive tits dangling, nipples brushing Priya's belly; Priya's athletic legs spreading wide, ass lifting for deeper access. Moans vibrated through their cores: Anjali humming against Priya's clit, sending shivers; Priya's cries muffled into Anjali's folds. Anjali added a finger to Priya's ass, circling the ring before pushing in, double-penetrating as her tongue fucked the pussy. Priya retaliated, thumb on Anjali's clit, fingers scissoring inside.
Orgasms crashed: Priya first, thighs clamping Anjali's head, pussy spasming, squirting tangy fluid into her mouth. Anjali swallowed greedily, then shattered, grinding hard, juices flooding Priya's face. They collapsed, panting, lips glistening, but lust lingered. Anjali fetched a double-ended dildo from her bag—thick, veined silicone— and they positioned on all fours, asses facing, toy connecting their pussies. Anjali thrust back first, the head popping into Priya's hole, then forward into her own. They rocked in unison, the dildo sliding deep, wet slaps mingling with cries.
'This friction... so intense,' Anjali gasped, her tits swinging wildly. Priya pushed back, 'Deeper... stretch me like a good student.' They fucked harder, clits rubbing the toy's base, hands reaching to finger each other's asses. Another peak built, bodies slick, scents of pussy filling the room. They came together, pussies clenching the dildo, squirting in unison, collapsing in a heap of limbs and moans.
Back in the bedroom, Vinay and Jahnavi lay spent, his cock softening inside her cum-filled pussy. But hearing the women's cries through the thin wall reignited him. He pulled out, cum dripping from her stretched lips, and called, 'Join us.' Anjali and Priya entered, naked and flushed, pulling Jahnavi into a group embrace. The foursome reignited, but Vinay's eyes strayed to the door, imagining Kavya joining someday.
Anjali straddled Vinay's face, her shaved pussy grinding on his tongue as he lapped her mixed juices. Priya mounted his cock, sinking down inch by inch, her tight walls gripping as she bounced, B-cups jiggling. Jahnavi kissed Anjali deeply, hands mauling her massive tits, while Priya leaned to suck Jahnavi's nipples. The bed creaked under their rhythm: Vinay's tongue fucking Anjali's hole, fingers in her ass; Priya riding reverse now, ass cheeks spreading for Jahnavi's slap; Anjali's mouth on Priya's clit when she dismounted.
They rotated: Jahnavi on Vinay's cock, her fair pussy swallowing him, riding slow then fast, cum from earlier lubing the way. Anjali and Priya scissored beside them, pussies grinding clit-to-clit, wet folds mashing, moans harmonizing. Vinay pulled Jahnavi down, thrusting up brutally, balls slapping her ass, while watching the lesbians—Anjali's pink nipples pinched by Priya, their juices mixing.
Priya came first in the scissor, body shuddering, then dove to lick Vinay's cock as it slid in Jahnavi, tongue lapping their joined sexes. Anjali joined, sucking Jahnavi's clit while Priya tongued Vinay's balls. The overload hit: Jahnavi spasming, pussy milking him; Vinay erupting inside her again, cum overflowing for the women to slurp. They shared it in kisses, tongues swapping the salty load.
Hours passed in a blur of positions: Vinay fucking Priya doggy while Anjali ate her ass; Jahnavi riding Anjali's face as Priya fisted her gently; group oral where all three sucked his cock—Anjali deepthroating, Priya licking shaft, Jahnavi tonguing balls. Orgasms chained: pussies squirting on faces, cum swallowed and painted on tits. Kavya's tuition forgotten in the haze, her pose a catalyst for the orgy.
As dusk fell, they lay entwined, bodies sticky, breaths syncing. Jahnavi's guilt ebbed into resolve—anger at Reddy sharpening her pleasure. Anjali whispered plans for his downfall, Priya nodding, Vinay's hand on Jahnavi's breast. The amulet glowed, promising more conquests, Kavya's enormous tits a forbidden horizon.
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn blinds of Vinay's living room, casting warm stripes across the polished wooden floor. The air hummed with the low whir of the ceiling fan, stirring the faint scent of jasmine incense from the bedroom where the earlier foursome's echoes still lingered—sweat-soaked sheets and the musky residue of multiple orgasms. Vinay sat at the sturdy oak desk in the corner, textbooks splayed open, his muscular frame relaxed in a simple white t-shirt and track pants. The amulet around his neck pulsed faintly, a constant reminder of its dark power, now intertwined with his growing dominion over the women in his life. But today, his focus was on the lesson ahead: physics tuition for Kavya, the 18-year-old daughter of that vile secretary Reddy.
Kavya arrived promptly at 3 PM, her footsteps light on the corridor tiles outside. She knocked softly, her voice muffled through the door. 'Anna? It's me, Kavya. Ready for the session?' Vinay's lips curled into a predatory smile. No more holding back. Her father's sins— the brutal bangs on Priya, the blackmail that had shattered lives—had stripped away any remnants of restraint. Reddy's atrocities justified everything now. He opened the door, eyes immediately dropping to her chest as she stepped in.
Kavya was a vision of youthful allure, her dusky skin glowing like polished teak under the room's soft light. At 5'4", she carried her curves with an innocent sway, unaware of the fire she ignited. She wore her usual tuition attire: a loose white cotton blouse that clung slightly from the humidity, the top two buttons undone in the summer heat, and a knee-length skirt that fluttered around her shapely legs. But it was her breasts that commanded attention—enormous, straining against the thin fabric, easily a D-cup teetering on the edge of E, far surpassing Anjali's generous D's, dwarfing Jahnavi's modest C's, and eclipsing Priya's perky B's. They jiggled subtly with each breath, the outline of a simple white bra visible beneath, nipples faintly pressing against the material as the AC kicked in.
She settled into the chair opposite him, leaning forward to peer at the textbook on quantum mechanics, her elbows on the desk. The pose was the same as always—innocent, studious—but now it revealed everything. Her blouse gaped open at the neckline, offering a deep cleavage that plunged like a shadowed valley between those massive orbs. The dusky swell of her breasts rose and fell, the inner curves slick with a light sheen of sweat, hinting at the dark areolas beneath. Vinay's gaze locked there, unblinking, his cock twitching in his pants as he ogled profusely. No shame, no averting eyes. Her father's piggish grunts as he pounded Priya's pussy replayed in his mind, fueling the heat pooling in his groin. Those tits... bigger than Anjali's, so full, begging to be freed. He imagined marrying her, just like he'd claimed Anjali as his true wife—tying a mangalsutra around her neck, then fucking her senseless on their wedding night, his cock buried between those dusky pillows.
Kavya noticed his stare after a moment, blushing faintly, her dark eyes widening. 'Anna? The diagram... it's confusing.' She shifted, but the movement only made her breasts bounce, the blouse straining further, a button threatening to pop. Vinay leaned closer, pretending to point at the page, but his eyes never left the view. 'Yes, the wave function... see how it oscillates?' His voice was low, rough, as he drank in the sight— the way her cleavage deepened with her breath, the subtle scent of her youthful sweat mixing with cheap floral soap wafting toward him.
The urge hit him hard: to grab her, rip open that blouse, and suck those enormous tits until she moaned his name. To slide his thick cock between them, tit-fucking her while she looked up with those innocent eyes, then flip her over and ram into her tight virgin pussy, claiming her as his second bride. But he held it, jaw clenching, the amulet warming against his chest like a leash on his impulses. Not yet. Revenge first, then conquest.
The door to the inner rooms creaked open, and the three women entered, their presence a sultry wave that thickened the air. Anjali led, her voluptuous body poured into a skimpy tank top that hugged her massive D-cup breasts, pink nipples poking through the fabric, and tiny shorts that rode up her plump ass cheeks. Priya followed in a crop top and leggings, her athletic frame toned, B-cups perky under the thin material. Jahnavi trailed, still in her salwar kameez from earlier, the dupatta loosely dbangd, her full C-cups outlined, fair skin flushed from the morning's exertions.
They'd been in the kitchen, chatting about the plan to dismantle Reddy, but now their eyes flicked to Kavya's pose, then to Vinay's blatant ogling. Jahnavi froze, her maternal instincts flaring—Kavya was her daughter, after all, though the girl saw her as just the tutor's associate. 'Kavya, beta... sit up straight. Your... posture.' She stepped forward, hand reaching to adjust the girl's blouse, but Vinay's voice cut sharp. 'No, Jahnavi. Leave it. She's fine like that.' His tone brooked no argument, the amulet's subtle compulsion threading through his words, making her hand drop, a flicker of conflict in her eyes—guilt over her husband's sins warring with her submission to Vinay.
Anjali and Priya exchanged glances, smirks playing on their lips as they settled on the couch nearby, pretending to flip through magazines but stealing views of Kavya's exposed cleavage. The girl's enormous breasts heaved with her confusion, oblivious to the undercurrents. Anjali leaned toward Priya, voice light and teasing. 'Look at that bounce—must be all that heavy reading weighing her down.' Priya chuckled, her eyes gleaming. 'Yeah, or maybe she's just full of potential energy, ready to release under the right force.' Their words dripped with double meaning, erotic innuendos veiled as physics puns. Kavya tilted her head, frowning. 'Potential energy? Like in the chapter?' Anjali nodded innocently. 'Exactly, beta. Sometimes you need a strong push to get things moving... deep inside.' Priya added, 'And friction—oh, it builds heat so fast when bodies collide just right.'
Vinay's cock hardened fully now, straining against his pants as he nodded along, his ogling intensifying. Kavya's dusky tits seemed even larger up close, the sweat trickling into her cleavage like an invitation. He explained the equation, but his mind raced with visions: wedding her in a traditional ceremony, her blouse torn open on the bridal bed, his mouth devouring those globes while she gasped 'Anna... husband...' The women's jokes continued—Anjali murmuring about 'resonance frequencies making everything vibrate deliciously,' Priya quipping on 'elastic collisions where things stretch and snap back wetter'—their laughter light, but eyes hungry on the view.
Jahnavi sat rigidly beside them, her fair cheeks burning. She watched her daughter's innocent exposure, anger at Reddy simmering—That bastard, forcing Priya while our girl sits here, pure and unaware. But Vinay's gaze on Kavya stirred something darker in her, a jealous twist amid her submission.
After twenty minutes, Vinay couldn't hold it. His balls ached, cock throbbing painfully. He stood abruptly, chair scbanging. 'Break time. Kavya, review the notes. Jahnavi—inside. Now.' He grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them. Kavya blinked, shrugging it off as adult business, while Anjali and Priya's smirks widened.
In the bedroom, shadows danced from the half-closed curtains, the king-sized bed still rumpled from the foursome. Vinay pushed Jahnavi against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers in a fierce kiss. His tongue invaded, thrusting deep, tasting her chamomile tea and lingering arousal. She moaned into him, hands clutching his shirt, but her mind fractured—enjoying the raw passion, his hard body pressing her soft curves, yet torn with guilt over betraying her vows again, and fury at Reddy for pushing her to this. Why does he make me wet? That pig husband banging Priya... I hate him, but this...
Vinay's hands roamed, yanking her dupatta away, fingers fumbling the kameez ties. He imagined Kavya instead—those enormous dusky tits in his palms—as he ripped the fabric open, exposing her beige bra. 'Fuck, so soft,' he growled, but in his head, it was Kavya's massive orbs spilling free. He unclasped the bra, her full C-cups bouncing out, fair nipples hardening in the cool air. His mouth latched onto one, sucking hard—tongue flicking the bud, teeth grazing—while his hand kneaded the other, pinching the nipple until she whimpered.
'Ahh... Vinay, slow... she's outside,' Jahnavi gasped, but her body arched, pussy clenching under her salwar. Guilt stabbed her—My daughter, so close, and I'm here whoring for him—but anger at Reddy fueled her surrender, her hands tugging his shirt off, nails raking his back. Vinay ground his erection against her thigh, the thick shaft pulsing. He spun her, pressing her breasts to the wall, yanking her salwar and panties down in one motion. Her fair ass cheeks parted, revealing her pink pussy lips already slick, asshole winking above.
He dropped to his knees, tongue diving into her folds, lapping the tangy juices with long strokes. Jahnavi cried out, hips bucking, 'Oh Vinay.. your tongue... deeper!' He imagined Kavya's dusky pussy, virgin tight, as he sucked her clit—lips pulling the nub, tongue circling fast—while two fingers plunged into her hole, pumping curled to hit her g-spot. Her walls fluttered, cream coating his hand, but she fought the pleasure, tears mixing with moans. For Priya's pain... for my blindness... fuck me, punish me.
Vinay stood, shoving his pants down, his nine-inch cock springing free—veined, head slick with precum. He bent her further, rubbing the tip along her slit, teasing her entrance. 'Beg for it, akkayya. Take my cock while I think of her.' Jahnavi sobbed, 'Yes... fuck me hard, emandi. Make me forget him.' He thrust in savagely, bottoming out in her tight pussy, balls slapping her clit. The wet squelch filled the room as he pounded, hips snapping, cock dragging her walls with each plunge.
She screamed, pushing back, her full breasts mashing against the wall, nipples scbanging plaster. Vinay's hands gripped her hips, bruising, as he reamed her—imagining Kavya's enormous tits swinging, her dusky ass rippling under his slaps. He reached around, fingers pinching her clit, rolling it roughly. Jahnavi's orgasm built fast, guilt twisting into ecstasy, anger exploding in waves. 'Harder! bang my pussy like he bangd her— but make it good!' Her voice broke, body convulsing, pussy spasming around his shaft, squirting onto the floor.
He didn't stop, flipping her onto the bed, legs over his shoulders. His cock slammed back in, deeper now, hitting her cervix with grinding thrusts. Jahnavi's fair legs trembled, toes curling, as she clawed the sheets. 'Cum inside... fill me, thammudu!' Vinay roared, imagining marrying Kavya, breeding her with his seed, as ropes of hot cum erupted, flooding Jahnavi's pussy, leaking out around his pistoning cock.
Meanwhile, in the living room, the air crackled with tension. Kavya bent over her notes, oblivious, her cleavage still on display, breasts nearly spilling as she scribbled. Anjali and Priya watched, thighs pressing together, pussies dampening their shorts. 'That girl's got more up top than both of us combined,' Anjali whispered, her blue eyes hungry. Priya nodded, licking her lips. 'Imagine motorboating those... or studying the 'curves' up close.' Their double meanings had escalated, voices husky.
Unable to resist, Anjali slid closer to Priya on the couch, hand trailing up her thigh. 'All this tension... needs release.' Priya's breath hitched, turning to capture Anjali's lips in a soft kiss that deepened fast—tongues tangling, wet and urgent. Kavya glanced up briefly, 'You okay, akka?' Anjali pulled back, smiling. 'Just fine, beta. Keep focusing on your... equations.' Then the left the room and then she dove back, hand slipping under Priya's crop top, cupping her perky B-cup breast, thumb circling the stiff nipple through the fabric.
Priya moaned softly, arching into the touch, her own hand yanking Anjali's tank top up, exposing those massive D-cup tits. Pink nipples erect, she latched her mouth onto one, sucking hard—tongue swirling the bud, teeth nipping—as Anjali gasped, fingers pinching Priya's nipple in retaliation. They stripped frantically: Anjali's shorts off, revealing her shaved pussy, lips puffy and wet; Priya's leggings down, trimmed bush framing her slick folds. Kavya, headphones now on for a quick audio review, remained unaware, her enormous breasts heaving with concentration.
Anjali pushed Priya back on the couch, straddling her face. 'Eat me, beta. Lick my pussy while I taste yours.' Priya's tongue speared up, plunging into Anjali's hole, lapping the creamy juices with eager thrusts. Anjali ground down, clit rubbing Priya's nose, while bending forward in a 69—her mouth engulfing Priya's pussy, lips sucking the clit, tongue flicking fast. The slurps echoed softly, muffled by the fan, as fingers joined: Anjali sliding two into Priya's tight walls, pumping curled; Priya mirroring, three digits stretching Anjali's sopping cunt.
They devoured each other ravenously—Anjali's massive tits dangling, nipples brushing Priya's belly; Priya's athletic legs spreading wide, ass lifting for deeper access. Moans vibrated through their cores: Anjali humming against Priya's clit, sending shivers; Priya's cries muffled into Anjali's folds. Anjali added a finger to Priya's ass, circling the ring before pushing in, double-penetrating as her tongue fucked the pussy. Priya retaliated, thumb on Anjali's clit, fingers scissoring inside.
Orgasms crashed: Priya first, thighs clamping Anjali's head, pussy spasming, squirting tangy fluid into her mouth. Anjali swallowed greedily, then shattered, grinding hard, juices flooding Priya's face. They collapsed, panting, lips glistening, but lust lingered. Anjali fetched a double-ended dildo from her bag—thick, veined silicone— and they positioned on all fours, asses facing, toy connecting their pussies. Anjali thrust back first, the head popping into Priya's hole, then forward into her own. They rocked in unison, the dildo sliding deep, wet slaps mingling with cries.
'This friction... so intense,' Anjali gasped, her tits swinging wildly. Priya pushed back, 'Deeper... stretch me like a good student.' They fucked harder, clits rubbing the toy's base, hands reaching to finger each other's asses. Another peak built, bodies slick, scents of pussy filling the room. They came together, pussies clenching the dildo, squirting in unison, collapsing in a heap of limbs and moans.
Back in the bedroom, Vinay and Jahnavi lay spent, his cock softening inside her cum-filled pussy. But hearing the women's cries through the thin wall reignited him. He pulled out, cum dripping from her stretched lips, and called, 'Join us.' Anjali and Priya entered, naked and flushed, pulling Jahnavi into a group embrace. The foursome reignited, but Vinay's eyes strayed to the door, imagining Kavya joining someday.
Anjali straddled Vinay's face, her shaved pussy grinding on his tongue as he lapped her mixed juices. Priya mounted his cock, sinking down inch by inch, her tight walls gripping as she bounced, B-cups jiggling. Jahnavi kissed Anjali deeply, hands mauling her massive tits, while Priya leaned to suck Jahnavi's nipples. The bed creaked under their rhythm: Vinay's tongue fucking Anjali's hole, fingers in her ass; Priya riding reverse now, ass cheeks spreading for Jahnavi's slap; Anjali's mouth on Priya's clit when she dismounted.
They rotated: Jahnavi on Vinay's cock, her fair pussy swallowing him, riding slow then fast, cum from earlier lubing the way. Anjali and Priya scissored beside them, pussies grinding clit-to-clit, wet folds mashing, moans harmonizing. Vinay pulled Jahnavi down, thrusting up brutally, balls slapping her ass, while watching the lesbians—Anjali's pink nipples pinched by Priya, their juices mixing.
Priya came first in the scissor, body shuddering, then dove to lick Vinay's cock as it slid in Jahnavi, tongue lapping their joined sexes. Anjali joined, sucking Jahnavi's clit while Priya tongued Vinay's balls. The overload hit: Jahnavi spasming, pussy milking him; Vinay erupting inside her again, cum overflowing for the women to slurp. They shared it in kisses, tongues swapping the salty load.
Hours passed in a blur of positions: Vinay fucking Priya doggy while Anjali ate her ass; Jahnavi riding Anjali's face as Priya fisted her gently; group oral where all three sucked his cock—Anjali deepthroating, Priya licking shaft, Jahnavi tonguing balls. Orgasms chained: pussies squirting on faces, cum swallowed and painted on tits. Kavya's tuition forgotten in the haze, her pose a catalyst for the orgy.
As dusk fell, they lay entwined, bodies sticky, breaths syncing. Jahnavi's guilt ebbed into resolve—anger at Reddy sharpening her pleasure. Anjali whispered plans for his downfall, Priya nodding, Vinay's hand on Jahnavi's breast. The amulet glowed, promising more conquests, Kavya's enormous tits a forbidden horizon.
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