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46. Shattered Innocence and Forbidden Flames
The bedroom air hung heavy with the raw symphony of flesh meeting flesh, moans weaving through the slaps of skin and the wet squelches of penetration. Vinay's apartment had transformed into a den of unbridled lust, the king-sized bed groaning under the weight of bodies entangled in a foursome that had stretched far beyond the initial spark. Sweat glistened on their skin like a second layer, the room's temperature rising with each thrust, each gasp. The faint hum of the ceiling fan did little to dispel the musk of arousal—salty sweat mingled with the tangy scent of pussy juices and the earthy hint of cum that already leaked from stretched holes. Outside, in the living room, Kavya's textbooks lay abandoned on the desk, the physics notes forgotten as the clock ticked past the hour mark. The young woman, her enormous D-cup breasts still heaving slightly from her earlier pose, paced the floor with growing curiosity and impatience. The adults had vanished into the bedroom over an hour ago, their muffled voices turning to rhythmic cries that even through the walls painted vivid pictures in her mind.
Kavya's heart pounded as she approached the bedroom door, her dusky skin flushing hot under the thin white blouse that strained against her massive chest. At 18, she was no stranger to the stirrings of desire, especially where Vinay was concerned. It had started innocently enough—her physics tutor, the handsome man with the commanding presence and those intense eyes that made her stomach flip during lessons. But everything changed that one afternoon in Anjali's apartment. She'd been passing by, drawn by the unlocked door and the sounds leaking out like a siren's call. Peeking through the crack, she'd witnessed Vinay and Anjali lost in passion on the common room couch: Anjali's voluptuous body arched back, her massive D-cup tits bouncing as Vinay's thick cock plunged into her shaved pussy, her moans echoing 'Thammudu, fuck me harder!' Kavya had frozen, hand slipping under her skirt to rub her own aching clit through damp panties, watching as Vinay pulled out and sprayed ropes of cum across Anjali's pink nipples. That image had seared into her brain, fueling countless nights of secret masturbation—fingers circling her dark areolas, pinching her thick nipples while she imagined Vinay's mouth on them, his cock stretching her virgin tightness.
She'd always felt a pull toward him, guilty because he was married—to Priya, she assumed—but that scene shattered the illusion. Vinay wasn't bound; he was a force, available, desirable. During today's tuition, when the women cracked those double-meaning jokes about 'potential energy' and 'friction building heat,' Kavya had played the innocent card, blushing and nodding, but inside, her pussy had throbbed. She knew exactly what they meant—their eyes on her cleavage, Vinay's blatant stare making her nipples harden. She'd leaned forward more deliberately, letting her blouse gap wider, her enormous breasts nearly spilling out, hoping to draw his gaze, to charm him with the sway of her assets. But now, this delay... what were they doing?
Her hand trembled on the doorknob, turning it slowly. The door creaked open just a sliver, enough for her dark eyes to peer into the dim room lit by the slanting afternoon sun through half-drawn curtains. The sight hit her like a thunderbolt, shock rooting her feet to the floor. There, on the bed, was her mother—Jahnavi—straddling Vinay's hips, her fair skin slick with sweat, full C-cup breasts bouncing wildly as she rode his massive nine-inch cock. Jahnavi's salwar kameez lay discarded on the floor, her naked body undulating, pussy lips stretched taut around Vinay's veined shaft, gripping him with each downward slam. 'Oh, Vinay! Your cock... it's so deep, filling my married pussy!' Jahnavi moaned loudly, her voice raw and desperate, head thrown back, long hair whipping as she ground her clit against his pubic bone. Vinay's hands mauled her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, thumbs teasing her puckered asshole while he thrust up brutally, balls slapping her dripping folds with obscene wet smacks.
Kavya's breath caught, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Her own mother, the devout woman who prayed at the temple every morning, betraying her father like this? With Vinay? Anger surged hot in her chest—how could Jahnavi do this to Reddy, the man who doted on them, brought home sweets after long office days, oblivious to the storm brewing? But beneath the fury twisted jealousy, sharp and unwelcome. Those moans should be hers; that cock, buried in her own tight virgin pussy, not her mother's. Kavya's thighs clenched, a forbidden heat blooming between her legs as she watched Vinay's hips buck, his cock disappearing inch by inch into Jahnavi's sopping hole, creamy froth coating the base from her arousal. Jealousy fueled arousal, her nipples peaking hard against her blouse, pussy clenching emptily.
She shouldn't be here, shouldn't be watching, but her feet wouldn't move. Her hand, almost of its own accord, slipped up to cup one of her enormous breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh over the fabric. The pressure sent a jolt straight to her core, her thumb brushing her stiff nipple through the cotton, imagining Vinay's rough palm there instead. On the bed, Jahnavi leaned forward, her full tits dangling over Vinay's face. He captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard—lips pulling the bud deep, tongue lashing the sensitive tip—while his other hand pinched the free one, twisting until Jahnavi cried out, 'Yes, thammudu! Suck my tits, make me cum on your fat cock!' Her hips rolled faster, pussy walls fluttering, the room filling with the squelch of her juices sluicing down his shaft.
Nearby, Anjali and Priya were locked in their own frenzy. Anjali, her milky white skin glowing, lay on her back, legs spread wide as Priya's face buried between her thighs. Priya's tongue lapped greedily at Anjali's shaved pussy, spearing into the pink folds, sucking the swollen clit with wet pops. Anjali's massive D-cup breasts heaved, pink nipples erect and begging, one hand tweaking them while the other tangled in Priya's hair, pulling her closer. 'Eat my cunt, chelli... tongue-fuck me deeper!' Anjali gasped, her blue eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. But then, her keen senses—honed from years of navigating secrets—picked up the faint creak of the door. Her head turned slightly, and there was Kavya, peeking in, hand on her own breast, eyes wide with shock and something darker.
Anjali's heart skipped, a thrill shooting through her. The girl's enormous tits, the flush on her dusky cheeks—Kavya, watching her mother get railed, watching them all. Shock flickered, but it melted into wicked enjoyment. This drama, this forbidden voyeurism, ignited her further. Instead of alerting the others, Anjali moaned louder, arching her back to thrust her pussy harder against Priya's mouth. Her eyes locked on Kavya's, and she winked—slow, deliberate, a silent invitation laced with mischief. 'Oh fuck, Priya, your tongue in my hole... just like that!' The words were for the room, but the gaze was for the door, daring Kavya to stay, to watch.
Kavya's world tilted. Anjali saw her? And winked? Flabbergasted, heat flooding her face and core, she yanked her hand from her breast, fumbling to adjust her gaping blouse, buttons straining as her massive chest jiggled. Panic overrode arousal; she couldn't be caught here, not like this. Backing away, door clicking shut softly, she fled the apartment, skirt swishing around her thighs, pussy throbbing with unmet need. The hallway blurred as she ran to her own flat, slamming the door behind her, leaning against it with heaving breaths.
In her room, Kavya collapsed onto the bed, the familiar posters of movie stars mocking her turmoil. Flustered, excited, confused—her teenage mind spun. Vinay's cock, so thick, pounding her mother... Anjali's wink, like she knew Kavya's secret fantasies. Jealousy gnawed: why her mom? But arousal won, hand diving under her skirt, fingers pushing aside soaked panties to rub her swollen clit. 'Vinay anna... fuck me too,' she whispered, squeezing her enormous tits free from the blouse, pinching dark nipples as she circled her entrance, dipping in shallowly, imagining his girth splitting her.
Back in the bedroom, oblivious to the brief intrusion—except for Anjali—the orgy raged on. Anjali's wink had supercharged her lust; even with Kavya gone, she imagined the girl still watching, eyes glued to the debauchery. Rising from Priya's ministrations, her pussy lips glistening with saliva and juices, Anjali crawled toward Jahnavi, who still rode Vinay like a woman possessed. 'My turn with you, akkayya,' Anjali purred, her voice husky, blue eyes flashing with that imagined audience. She captured Jahnavi's lips in a searing kiss, tongues dueling wetly, tasting the faint salt of Vinay's pre-cum on her mouth.
Jahnavi moaned into the kiss, her rhythm faltering as Anjali's hands roamed her body—cupping her full C-cups, thumbs rolling the hard nipples, tugging them to elicit sharp gasps. Vinay, sensing the shift, slowed his thrusts, letting Jahnavi grind lazily on his cock, the veined length twitching inside her clenching walls. Priya, not one to be left out, positioned behind Anjali, her athletic hands spreading the older woman's plump ass cheeks, tongue darting out to lick the pink rosebud. 'Mmm, your ass tastes so sweet, akka,' Priya murmured, rimming the tight ring with firm laps, then pushing the tip inside, fucking the hole shallowly.
Anjali broke the kiss with Jahnavi, gasping at Priya's invasion, but her focus stayed on the other woman. Imagining Kavya's shocked eyes on them—watching her devour her own mother's body—sent fresh cream gushing from her pussy. She pushed Jahnavi off Vinay's cock with a wet pop, the shaft gleaming with her juices, and guided her to lie back. 'Spread for me, Jahnavi. Let me taste that cum-filled pussy.' Jahnavi complied, legs splaying wide, her fair thighs quivering, pussy lips puffy and red, Vinay's thick load oozing from the stretched entrance.
Anjali dove in ravenously, tongue flattening to lap the creamy mess—salty cum mixed with Jahnavi's tangy essence—sucking it straight from the source. Her lips sealed around the hole, tongue plunging deep to scoop more, while her nose nudged the swollen clit. Jahnavi bucked, hands fisting Anjali's dark hair, 'Devi, your mouth... eating my husband's cum from me... oh god!' Anjali hummed vibrations against the sensitive flesh, adding two fingers to curl inside, stroking the g-spot with hooked pumps. Vinay amused that Jahnavi is calling him as her husband now, is particularly thrilled.The slurps filled the room, obscene and intimate, Anjali's own pussy dripping onto the sheets as Priya's tongue worked her ass deeper now, a finger joining to stretch the ring.
Vinay watched the lesbian display, his cock throbbing untouched, but Priya noticed. She pulled back from Anjali's ass with a gasp, lips shiny, and straddled his lap reverse, guiding his slick length to her tight pussy. 'Fuck me while they play, thammudu,' she demanded, sinking down slowly, her athletic walls gripping every inch until her ass cheeks met his thighs. Vinay was thrilled again about how Anjali became the center of their relationships, as his own wife is calling him thammudu, as Priya is thinking interms of Anjali now. She rode hard, bouncing with athletic precision, B-cup tits jiggling, hand reaching back to fondle his balls, rolling them as she ground her clit against him. Vinay groaned, hands on her hips, thrusting up to meet her, cockhead battering her cervix with each slam. 'Your pussy's so tight, chelli... milking me like a vice.'
Priya's moans joined the chorus, her free hand slipping to rub her own clit in fast circles, juices squirting lightly with each descent. The bed shook, the four bodies a tangled mass of limbs and lust. Anjali, lost in her feast, added a third finger to Jahnavi's pussy, scissoring them wide to stretch the walls, tongue flicking the clit relentlessly. Jahnavi writhed, her full breasts heaving, nipples diamond-hard, one hand pinching them as the orgasm built. 'I'm cumming... Anjali, drink it all!' Her pussy spasmed, flooding Anjali's mouth with fresh squirt, the older woman swallowing greedily, chin dripping.
But Anjali wasn't done; the fantasy of Kavya fueled her. She rose, pussy aching, and straddled Jahnavi's face. 'Lick me now, akkayya. Taste how wet watching you fuck him made me.' Jahnavi obeyed, tongue spearing into Anjali's shaved folds, lapping the slick nectar with eager thrusts, nose buried in the puffy lips. Anjali ground down, massive tits swaying, leaning forward to kiss Vinay over Jahnavi's body—tongues tangling, sharing the flavors of pussy and cum. Priya, riding faster, reached out to suck Anjali's swinging nipple, teeth grazing the pink bud, while her other hand fingered Jahnavi's exposed asshole, pushing in knuckle-deep.
The room devolved into a frenzy of rotations. Vinay pulled Priya off his cock, positioning her on all fours beside the women. He knelt behind, slamming into her doggy-style, cock reaming her depths with piston-like thrusts, balls slapping her clit. Priya buried her face in Anjali's pussy, tongue-fucking while Jahnavi sucked Anjali's tits—mouths alternating nipples, sucking and biting in tandem. Anjali's hands roamed, one fingering Priya's ass as Vinay fucked her, the other tweaking Jahnavi's clit. Moans layered: Priya's muffled cries into Anjali's cunt, Jahnavi's whimpers around the nipple, Anjali's gasps echoing loudest, still riding the high of her voyeuristic thrill.
Vinay's pace quickened, sweat dripping from his brow onto Priya's back. 'Gonna fill your tight hole, chelli.' He roared, cock pulsing, hot jets of cum erupting deep inside, overflowing to drip down her thighs. Priya shattered, pussy clamping, squirting back onto his shaft. She pulled away, turning to clean his cock with her mouth—lips sliding down the length, tongue swirling the mixed fluids, sucking until he softened.
Anjali, sensing the shift, pushed Jahnavi onto her back again, grabbing the double-ended dildo from earlier—thick, ridged silicone gleaming with lube. 'Time to fuck you proper, while I imagine her eyes on us.' She positioned one end at Jahnavi's entrance, thrusting in slow, watching the fair pussy swallow it inch by inch. Jahnavi arched, 'Yes... stretch me!' Anjali mounted the other end, their pussies connected, clits brushing the base. They rocked together, hips grinding, the toy sliding deep with wet schlicks. Priya and Vinay watched, recovering; Priya's fingers dipped into her cum-filled pussy, scooping to feed Vinay in a messy kiss.
Anjali's movements grew frantic, imagining Kavya's hand on her own massive breasts, jealous eyes devouring the sight of her mother and this voluptuous stranger tribbing. 'Fuck, akkayya... your pussy feels so good gripping me... wish she could see how I make you cum.' Jahnavi, lost in sensation, didn't question the words, just bucked harder, hands mauling Anjali's D-cups, pinching the pink nipples until milk-like beads of sweat formed. Their orgasms synced, pussies clenching the dildo, juices squirting in unison, soaking the sheets.
Priya straddled Vinay's face now, her trimmed pussy grinding on his tongue as he lapped the cum from her folds, fingers plunging into her ass. Anjali and Jahnavi collapsed beside them, fingers exploring each other lazily—Anjali's in Jahnavi's sopping hole, Jahnavi's thumb on Anjali's clit. The air thickened with afterglow scents, but lust simmered. Vinay hardened again under Priya's ride, flipping her to missionary, legs over his shoulders, pounding deep while watching the lesbians finger-fuck.
Hours blurred in this cycle: Vinay fucking Anjali's ass while she ate Jahnavi's pussy; Priya scissoring with Jahnavi, clits mashing wetly; group oral where tongues and fingers invaded every hole—Vinay's cock deepthroated by Anjali, balls licked by Priya, ass rimmed by Jahnavi. Orgasms chained endlessly: cocks erupting in mouths, pussies squirting on faces, asses clenching around probing digits. Anjali's fantasies wove through it all, her moans laced with 'Watch us, Kavya... see how we fuck.'
Meanwhile, in her apartment, Kavya's confusion peaked. Fingers buried in her pussy, three now stretching her virgin walls, she came hard—body convulsing, enormous tits bouncing free, dark nipples pinched raw. 'Vinay... anna... why her?' Tears mixed with juices on her thighs, anger at her mother's betrayal clashing with the ache to join, to feel that cock. Her dad—loving, oblivious—flashed in her mind, but the arousal drowned guilt. As a teenager, she was lost: desire for Vinay warring with loyalty, jealousy twisting into something darker. She curled up, spent but restless, vowing to confront—or seduce—tomorrow.
Back at Vinay's, as evening shadows lengthened, the group disentangled, bodies marked with bites and handprints, pussies and cock tender. Anjali smiled secretively, the drama her private fuel. The amulet pulsed, hinting at expansions—Kavya's innocence cracking, the web tightening.
The bedroom air hung heavy with the raw symphony of flesh meeting flesh, moans weaving through the slaps of skin and the wet squelches of penetration. Vinay's apartment had transformed into a den of unbridled lust, the king-sized bed groaning under the weight of bodies entangled in a foursome that had stretched far beyond the initial spark. Sweat glistened on their skin like a second layer, the room's temperature rising with each thrust, each gasp. The faint hum of the ceiling fan did little to dispel the musk of arousal—salty sweat mingled with the tangy scent of pussy juices and the earthy hint of cum that already leaked from stretched holes. Outside, in the living room, Kavya's textbooks lay abandoned on the desk, the physics notes forgotten as the clock ticked past the hour mark. The young woman, her enormous D-cup breasts still heaving slightly from her earlier pose, paced the floor with growing curiosity and impatience. The adults had vanished into the bedroom over an hour ago, their muffled voices turning to rhythmic cries that even through the walls painted vivid pictures in her mind.
Kavya's heart pounded as she approached the bedroom door, her dusky skin flushing hot under the thin white blouse that strained against her massive chest. At 18, she was no stranger to the stirrings of desire, especially where Vinay was concerned. It had started innocently enough—her physics tutor, the handsome man with the commanding presence and those intense eyes that made her stomach flip during lessons. But everything changed that one afternoon in Anjali's apartment. She'd been passing by, drawn by the unlocked door and the sounds leaking out like a siren's call. Peeking through the crack, she'd witnessed Vinay and Anjali lost in passion on the common room couch: Anjali's voluptuous body arched back, her massive D-cup tits bouncing as Vinay's thick cock plunged into her shaved pussy, her moans echoing 'Thammudu, fuck me harder!' Kavya had frozen, hand slipping under her skirt to rub her own aching clit through damp panties, watching as Vinay pulled out and sprayed ropes of cum across Anjali's pink nipples. That image had seared into her brain, fueling countless nights of secret masturbation—fingers circling her dark areolas, pinching her thick nipples while she imagined Vinay's mouth on them, his cock stretching her virgin tightness.
She'd always felt a pull toward him, guilty because he was married—to Priya, she assumed—but that scene shattered the illusion. Vinay wasn't bound; he was a force, available, desirable. During today's tuition, when the women cracked those double-meaning jokes about 'potential energy' and 'friction building heat,' Kavya had played the innocent card, blushing and nodding, but inside, her pussy had throbbed. She knew exactly what they meant—their eyes on her cleavage, Vinay's blatant stare making her nipples harden. She'd leaned forward more deliberately, letting her blouse gap wider, her enormous breasts nearly spilling out, hoping to draw his gaze, to charm him with the sway of her assets. But now, this delay... what were they doing?
Her hand trembled on the doorknob, turning it slowly. The door creaked open just a sliver, enough for her dark eyes to peer into the dim room lit by the slanting afternoon sun through half-drawn curtains. The sight hit her like a thunderbolt, shock rooting her feet to the floor. There, on the bed, was her mother—Jahnavi—straddling Vinay's hips, her fair skin slick with sweat, full C-cup breasts bouncing wildly as she rode his massive nine-inch cock. Jahnavi's salwar kameez lay discarded on the floor, her naked body undulating, pussy lips stretched taut around Vinay's veined shaft, gripping him with each downward slam. 'Oh, Vinay! Your cock... it's so deep, filling my married pussy!' Jahnavi moaned loudly, her voice raw and desperate, head thrown back, long hair whipping as she ground her clit against his pubic bone. Vinay's hands mauled her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, thumbs teasing her puckered asshole while he thrust up brutally, balls slapping her dripping folds with obscene wet smacks.
Kavya's breath caught, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Her own mother, the devout woman who prayed at the temple every morning, betraying her father like this? With Vinay? Anger surged hot in her chest—how could Jahnavi do this to Reddy, the man who doted on them, brought home sweets after long office days, oblivious to the storm brewing? But beneath the fury twisted jealousy, sharp and unwelcome. Those moans should be hers; that cock, buried in her own tight virgin pussy, not her mother's. Kavya's thighs clenched, a forbidden heat blooming between her legs as she watched Vinay's hips buck, his cock disappearing inch by inch into Jahnavi's sopping hole, creamy froth coating the base from her arousal. Jealousy fueled arousal, her nipples peaking hard against her blouse, pussy clenching emptily.
She shouldn't be here, shouldn't be watching, but her feet wouldn't move. Her hand, almost of its own accord, slipped up to cup one of her enormous breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh over the fabric. The pressure sent a jolt straight to her core, her thumb brushing her stiff nipple through the cotton, imagining Vinay's rough palm there instead. On the bed, Jahnavi leaned forward, her full tits dangling over Vinay's face. He captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard—lips pulling the bud deep, tongue lashing the sensitive tip—while his other hand pinched the free one, twisting until Jahnavi cried out, 'Yes, thammudu! Suck my tits, make me cum on your fat cock!' Her hips rolled faster, pussy walls fluttering, the room filling with the squelch of her juices sluicing down his shaft.
Nearby, Anjali and Priya were locked in their own frenzy. Anjali, her milky white skin glowing, lay on her back, legs spread wide as Priya's face buried between her thighs. Priya's tongue lapped greedily at Anjali's shaved pussy, spearing into the pink folds, sucking the swollen clit with wet pops. Anjali's massive D-cup breasts heaved, pink nipples erect and begging, one hand tweaking them while the other tangled in Priya's hair, pulling her closer. 'Eat my cunt, chelli... tongue-fuck me deeper!' Anjali gasped, her blue eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. But then, her keen senses—honed from years of navigating secrets—picked up the faint creak of the door. Her head turned slightly, and there was Kavya, peeking in, hand on her own breast, eyes wide with shock and something darker.
Anjali's heart skipped, a thrill shooting through her. The girl's enormous tits, the flush on her dusky cheeks—Kavya, watching her mother get railed, watching them all. Shock flickered, but it melted into wicked enjoyment. This drama, this forbidden voyeurism, ignited her further. Instead of alerting the others, Anjali moaned louder, arching her back to thrust her pussy harder against Priya's mouth. Her eyes locked on Kavya's, and she winked—slow, deliberate, a silent invitation laced with mischief. 'Oh fuck, Priya, your tongue in my hole... just like that!' The words were for the room, but the gaze was for the door, daring Kavya to stay, to watch.
Kavya's world tilted. Anjali saw her? And winked? Flabbergasted, heat flooding her face and core, she yanked her hand from her breast, fumbling to adjust her gaping blouse, buttons straining as her massive chest jiggled. Panic overrode arousal; she couldn't be caught here, not like this. Backing away, door clicking shut softly, she fled the apartment, skirt swishing around her thighs, pussy throbbing with unmet need. The hallway blurred as she ran to her own flat, slamming the door behind her, leaning against it with heaving breaths.
In her room, Kavya collapsed onto the bed, the familiar posters of movie stars mocking her turmoil. Flustered, excited, confused—her teenage mind spun. Vinay's cock, so thick, pounding her mother... Anjali's wink, like she knew Kavya's secret fantasies. Jealousy gnawed: why her mom? But arousal won, hand diving under her skirt, fingers pushing aside soaked panties to rub her swollen clit. 'Vinay anna... fuck me too,' she whispered, squeezing her enormous tits free from the blouse, pinching dark nipples as she circled her entrance, dipping in shallowly, imagining his girth splitting her.
Back in the bedroom, oblivious to the brief intrusion—except for Anjali—the orgy raged on. Anjali's wink had supercharged her lust; even with Kavya gone, she imagined the girl still watching, eyes glued to the debauchery. Rising from Priya's ministrations, her pussy lips glistening with saliva and juices, Anjali crawled toward Jahnavi, who still rode Vinay like a woman possessed. 'My turn with you, akkayya,' Anjali purred, her voice husky, blue eyes flashing with that imagined audience. She captured Jahnavi's lips in a searing kiss, tongues dueling wetly, tasting the faint salt of Vinay's pre-cum on her mouth.
Jahnavi moaned into the kiss, her rhythm faltering as Anjali's hands roamed her body—cupping her full C-cups, thumbs rolling the hard nipples, tugging them to elicit sharp gasps. Vinay, sensing the shift, slowed his thrusts, letting Jahnavi grind lazily on his cock, the veined length twitching inside her clenching walls. Priya, not one to be left out, positioned behind Anjali, her athletic hands spreading the older woman's plump ass cheeks, tongue darting out to lick the pink rosebud. 'Mmm, your ass tastes so sweet, akka,' Priya murmured, rimming the tight ring with firm laps, then pushing the tip inside, fucking the hole shallowly.
Anjali broke the kiss with Jahnavi, gasping at Priya's invasion, but her focus stayed on the other woman. Imagining Kavya's shocked eyes on them—watching her devour her own mother's body—sent fresh cream gushing from her pussy. She pushed Jahnavi off Vinay's cock with a wet pop, the shaft gleaming with her juices, and guided her to lie back. 'Spread for me, Jahnavi. Let me taste that cum-filled pussy.' Jahnavi complied, legs splaying wide, her fair thighs quivering, pussy lips puffy and red, Vinay's thick load oozing from the stretched entrance.
Anjali dove in ravenously, tongue flattening to lap the creamy mess—salty cum mixed with Jahnavi's tangy essence—sucking it straight from the source. Her lips sealed around the hole, tongue plunging deep to scoop more, while her nose nudged the swollen clit. Jahnavi bucked, hands fisting Anjali's dark hair, 'Devi, your mouth... eating my husband's cum from me... oh god!' Anjali hummed vibrations against the sensitive flesh, adding two fingers to curl inside, stroking the g-spot with hooked pumps. Vinay amused that Jahnavi is calling him as her husband now, is particularly thrilled.The slurps filled the room, obscene and intimate, Anjali's own pussy dripping onto the sheets as Priya's tongue worked her ass deeper now, a finger joining to stretch the ring.
Vinay watched the lesbian display, his cock throbbing untouched, but Priya noticed. She pulled back from Anjali's ass with a gasp, lips shiny, and straddled his lap reverse, guiding his slick length to her tight pussy. 'Fuck me while they play, thammudu,' she demanded, sinking down slowly, her athletic walls gripping every inch until her ass cheeks met his thighs. Vinay was thrilled again about how Anjali became the center of their relationships, as his own wife is calling him thammudu, as Priya is thinking interms of Anjali now. She rode hard, bouncing with athletic precision, B-cup tits jiggling, hand reaching back to fondle his balls, rolling them as she ground her clit against him. Vinay groaned, hands on her hips, thrusting up to meet her, cockhead battering her cervix with each slam. 'Your pussy's so tight, chelli... milking me like a vice.'
Priya's moans joined the chorus, her free hand slipping to rub her own clit in fast circles, juices squirting lightly with each descent. The bed shook, the four bodies a tangled mass of limbs and lust. Anjali, lost in her feast, added a third finger to Jahnavi's pussy, scissoring them wide to stretch the walls, tongue flicking the clit relentlessly. Jahnavi writhed, her full breasts heaving, nipples diamond-hard, one hand pinching them as the orgasm built. 'I'm cumming... Anjali, drink it all!' Her pussy spasmed, flooding Anjali's mouth with fresh squirt, the older woman swallowing greedily, chin dripping.
But Anjali wasn't done; the fantasy of Kavya fueled her. She rose, pussy aching, and straddled Jahnavi's face. 'Lick me now, akkayya. Taste how wet watching you fuck him made me.' Jahnavi obeyed, tongue spearing into Anjali's shaved folds, lapping the slick nectar with eager thrusts, nose buried in the puffy lips. Anjali ground down, massive tits swaying, leaning forward to kiss Vinay over Jahnavi's body—tongues tangling, sharing the flavors of pussy and cum. Priya, riding faster, reached out to suck Anjali's swinging nipple, teeth grazing the pink bud, while her other hand fingered Jahnavi's exposed asshole, pushing in knuckle-deep.
The room devolved into a frenzy of rotations. Vinay pulled Priya off his cock, positioning her on all fours beside the women. He knelt behind, slamming into her doggy-style, cock reaming her depths with piston-like thrusts, balls slapping her clit. Priya buried her face in Anjali's pussy, tongue-fucking while Jahnavi sucked Anjali's tits—mouths alternating nipples, sucking and biting in tandem. Anjali's hands roamed, one fingering Priya's ass as Vinay fucked her, the other tweaking Jahnavi's clit. Moans layered: Priya's muffled cries into Anjali's cunt, Jahnavi's whimpers around the nipple, Anjali's gasps echoing loudest, still riding the high of her voyeuristic thrill.
Vinay's pace quickened, sweat dripping from his brow onto Priya's back. 'Gonna fill your tight hole, chelli.' He roared, cock pulsing, hot jets of cum erupting deep inside, overflowing to drip down her thighs. Priya shattered, pussy clamping, squirting back onto his shaft. She pulled away, turning to clean his cock with her mouth—lips sliding down the length, tongue swirling the mixed fluids, sucking until he softened.
Anjali, sensing the shift, pushed Jahnavi onto her back again, grabbing the double-ended dildo from earlier—thick, ridged silicone gleaming with lube. 'Time to fuck you proper, while I imagine her eyes on us.' She positioned one end at Jahnavi's entrance, thrusting in slow, watching the fair pussy swallow it inch by inch. Jahnavi arched, 'Yes... stretch me!' Anjali mounted the other end, their pussies connected, clits brushing the base. They rocked together, hips grinding, the toy sliding deep with wet schlicks. Priya and Vinay watched, recovering; Priya's fingers dipped into her cum-filled pussy, scooping to feed Vinay in a messy kiss.
Anjali's movements grew frantic, imagining Kavya's hand on her own massive breasts, jealous eyes devouring the sight of her mother and this voluptuous stranger tribbing. 'Fuck, akkayya... your pussy feels so good gripping me... wish she could see how I make you cum.' Jahnavi, lost in sensation, didn't question the words, just bucked harder, hands mauling Anjali's D-cups, pinching the pink nipples until milk-like beads of sweat formed. Their orgasms synced, pussies clenching the dildo, juices squirting in unison, soaking the sheets.
Priya straddled Vinay's face now, her trimmed pussy grinding on his tongue as he lapped the cum from her folds, fingers plunging into her ass. Anjali and Jahnavi collapsed beside them, fingers exploring each other lazily—Anjali's in Jahnavi's sopping hole, Jahnavi's thumb on Anjali's clit. The air thickened with afterglow scents, but lust simmered. Vinay hardened again under Priya's ride, flipping her to missionary, legs over his shoulders, pounding deep while watching the lesbians finger-fuck.
Hours blurred in this cycle: Vinay fucking Anjali's ass while she ate Jahnavi's pussy; Priya scissoring with Jahnavi, clits mashing wetly; group oral where tongues and fingers invaded every hole—Vinay's cock deepthroated by Anjali, balls licked by Priya, ass rimmed by Jahnavi. Orgasms chained endlessly: cocks erupting in mouths, pussies squirting on faces, asses clenching around probing digits. Anjali's fantasies wove through it all, her moans laced with 'Watch us, Kavya... see how we fuck.'
Meanwhile, in her apartment, Kavya's confusion peaked. Fingers buried in her pussy, three now stretching her virgin walls, she came hard—body convulsing, enormous tits bouncing free, dark nipples pinched raw. 'Vinay... anna... why her?' Tears mixed with juices on her thighs, anger at her mother's betrayal clashing with the ache to join, to feel that cock. Her dad—loving, oblivious—flashed in her mind, but the arousal drowned guilt. As a teenager, she was lost: desire for Vinay warring with loyalty, jealousy twisting into something darker. She curled up, spent but restless, vowing to confront—or seduce—tomorrow.
Back at Vinay's, as evening shadows lengthened, the group disentangled, bodies marked with bites and handprints, pussies and cock tender. Anjali smiled secretively, the drama her private fuel. The amulet pulsed, hinting at expansions—Kavya's innocence cracking, the web tightening.
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