06-01-2026, 10:37 PM
47. Revelations and Ravishing Desires
The evening sun dipped low, painting the apartment complex in hues of amber and crimson, as if the sky itself blushed at the secrets unfolding below. Vinay's bedroom lay in disarray—sheets twisted like lovers' limbs, the air thick with the lingering perfume of spent passion: salty cum, tangy pussy nectar, and the faint floral trace of sweat-dampened skin. The foursome had finally unraveled, bodies sated but minds buzzing. Vinay stretched out on the bed, his muscular frame glistening, cock soft against his thigh after the marathon of thrusts and releases. Priya curled beside him, her athletic legs tangled with his, perky B-cups rising and falling with deep breaths, a satisfied smile on her lips as she traced lazy circles on his chest. Jahnavi, ever the conflicted one, sat at the edge, pulling her salwar kameez back on with trembling hands, her fair skin marked with red handprints and bite marks—reminders of Vinay's rough grips and Anjali's eager mouth. Guilt flickered in her eyes, but the afterglow dulled it, her pussy still throbbing from the double-ended dildo's deep invasions and Vinay's final load buried in her ass.
Anjali, however, paced the room like a predator, her voluptuous E-cup breasts swaying heavily in the loose tank top she'd thrown on, pink nipples tenting the fabric. Her blue eyes sparkled with that wicked gleam, the secret of Kavya's voyeurism burning in her mind. The girl's shocked face at the door, hand squeezing those enormous D-cup tits—still growing, ripe with teenage promise—had ignited something feral in Anjali. She imagined Kavya fleeing to her apartment, fingers buried in her own dusky folds, replaying the scene: Jahnavi's fair ass rippling under Vinay's slaps, her moans begging for more cock. Anjali's shaved pussy clenched at the thought, juices trickling down her inner thigh. 'I need to talk to her,' she murmured, more to herself than the others. Vinay raised an eyebrow, but Anjali waved him off. 'Girl stuff. Stay here, thammudu. I'll handle it.'
She slipped out, the door clicking shut behind her curvaceous form. The corridor was quiet, save for the distant hum of a neighbor's TV, but Anjali's heels clicked purposefully toward the Reddy household two doors down. Kavya's apartment—innocent on the surface, but now laced with the undercurrents of betrayal and desire. Anjali knocked softly, her massive E-cups heaving with anticipation. Inside, Kavya jumped, her heart racing from the orgasm that had just wracked her body. Fingers still slick from her pussy, she yanked her skirt down, blouse buttons hastily done—though her D-cups strained the fabric, dark areolas faintly visible through the thin cotton. 'Who is it?' she called, voice shaky.
'It's Anjali aunty, beta. From the tuition. Can I come in? Just for a chat.' Kavya hesitated, cheeks burning. Anjali knew—she'd winked, seen everything. But curiosity and that forbidden pull won. She opened the door a crack, then wider, ushering the older woman in. The living room was modest: faded sofa, family photos on the wall—Reddy smiling with Jahnavi and Kavya, oblivious to the shadows. Kavya sat rigidly, her enormous breasts jiggling slightly as she crossed her arms, trying to hide the stiff nipples poking through. Anjali settled beside her, close enough that her thigh brushed the girl's, the heat from her body palpable. Up close, Anjali's E-cups dwarfed Kavya's—fuller, heavier, spilling over the tank top's neckline like overripe melons, pink nipples erect and begging attention.
Kavya's eyes flicked down involuntarily, a pang of envy mixing with her confusion. 'Aunty... what do you want?' Anjali smiled, that arrogant pout curving her full lips, but her voice softened, laced with empathy. 'I saw you at the door, Kavya. Watching. Don't be ashamed—it's natural. But there's more you need to know. About your father.' Kavya's dusky skin paled, hands clenching in her lap. 'Appa? What about him?' Anjali leaned in, her massive breasts nearly brushing Kavya's arm, the scent of her arousal—musky and sweet—wafting over. She pulled out her phone, the screen lighting up with a video: grainy footage from the CCTV Vinay had installed. Reddy's office, late night. Priya, bound and tear-streaked, her athletic body exposed as Reddy forced his way between her legs, cock thrusting savagely into her pussy while she sobbed 'No, please!' The bang unfolded in brutal detail—his hands choking her throat, balls slapping her ass as he grunted, finally pulling out to cum across her face.
Kavya gasped, hand flying to her mouth, tears welling. 'That's... Appa? No, he wouldn't...' But the evidence was damning: another clip, Reddy blackmailing Priya with photos, forcing her to suck his dick on her knees, gagging as he face-fucked her. Anjali's hand rested on Kavya's thigh, squeezing gently. 'He did, beta. Multiple times. bangd Priya, blackmailed her. Your mother knows now— that's why she's with Vinay. To atone, to break free. Reddy's a monster, hiding behind that loving facade.' Kavya sobbed, body shaking, her D-cups heaving with each wrenching breath. Anger boiled— at her father for the betrayal, at her mother for seeking solace in Vinay's arms, at herself for the jealousy that still simmered, hot and unwelcome. 'How could he? We thought he was perfect...'
Anjali pulled her into an embrace, Kavya's face pressing against the soft valley of her E-cups, the older woman's arms wrapping around her. 'Shh, it's okay to feel everything—anger, hurt, even desire. I saw how you touched yourself watching. Vinay's cock... it's powerful, isn't it? Stretching your amma's pussy, making her scream.' Kavya stiffened, pulling back, but her nipples betrayed her, hardening further against Anjali's knowing gaze. 'I... I shouldn't. He's married, and Amma...' Anjali chuckled softly, hand trailing up Kavya's arm to cup her chin. 'Married? To us all, in a way. No judgments here, beta. Your body's waking up—those beautiful D-cups, still growing, so full and heavy. Let me help you understand.'
The air shifted, charged. Anjali's fingers deftly undid Kavya's top button, then another, revealing the white bra straining against her dusky swells. Kavya protested weakly, 'Aunty, no...' but didn't pull away, her pussy clenching as Anjali's hand slipped inside, palm cupping the warm weight of one breast. 'So soft, so big for your age. Bigger than Priya's, almost matching mine—but mine are E's, beta, heavy and sensitive.' She guided Kavya's hand to her own chest, the girl hesitantly squeezing the massive globe, thumb brushing the pink nipple through fabric. A moan escaped Anjali, low and throaty, as she leaned in, lips brushing Kavya's ear. 'Feel that? Your father's sins don't define you. Take what you want.'
Kavya's resistance crumbled, the revelation fueling a reckless hunger. She squeezed harder, Anjali's E-cup overflowing her small hand, nipple peaking under her palm. Anjali kissed her then—soft at first, lips parting to tongue the girl's mouth, tasting her innocence and salt tears. Kavya whimpered, responding tentatively, her free hand mirroring on her own D-cup, pinching the dark nipple as Anjali's tongue danced deeper. They broke apart, breaths mingling, Anjali standing to strip—tank top yanked off, revealing her enormous E-cups bouncing free, pink nipples thick and erect; shorts shimmying down, shaved pussy lips puffy and glistening. 'Your turn, beta.' Kavya obeyed, blouse falling away, bra unclasped to let her massive D-cups spill out—heavy, pendulous, dark areolas wide and pebbled.
Anjali's eyes devoured her, hands roaming: cupping the undersides, lifting the weight, thumbs circling nipples until Kavya arched, moaning. 'Such perfect tits... growing into something magnificent.' She pushed Kavya back on the sofa, straddling her lap, E-cups dangling over the girl's face. 'Suck them, Kavya. Taste what your amma envies.' Kavya latched on eagerly, mouth engulfing the pink bud, sucking hard—tongue flicking the tip, teeth grazing—as her hands kneaded the soft flesh. Anjali ground her pussy against Kavya's thigh, slick lips parting to smear juices on dusky skin. 'Yes... just like that. Now the other.' Kavya switched, nursing the second nipple, her own breasts rubbing Anjali's belly, nipples dragging sparks of pleasure.
Anjali's hand dipped between Kavya's legs, pushing the skirt up, fingers finding soaked panties. She rubbed the cotton over the swollen clit, then slipped inside, stroking the damp folds. 'So wet already... thinking of Vinay's cock?' Kavya nodded around the nipple, hips bucking as Anjali's finger circled her entrance, dipping shallowly into virgin tightness. 'Good girl. Let it out.' She added a second finger, pumping slow, thumb on the clit, while Kavya's mouth worked her tits—sucking, licking, leaving wet trails. Anjali moaned louder, imagining Vinay watching, his shaft hardening at the sight of the mother-daughter taboo unfolding.
They shifted: Anjali on her back, legs spread, guiding Kavya's head down. 'Lick me, beta. Taste a real woman's pussy.' Kavya hesitated, then dove in, tongue tentatively lapping the shaved lips, savoring the tangy cream. Anjali's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. 'Deeper—tongue-fuck my hole.' Kavya obeyed, spearing inside, walls clenching around the muscle as she sucked the clit, lips pulling the nub. Anjali bucked, E-cups jiggling, 'Fuck, yes... you're a natural. Finger me too.' Two digits plunged in, curling to hit the g-spot, pumping with wet squelches. Anjali's orgasm built fast, thighs clamping Kavya's head, pussy spasming to flood her mouth with squirt. 'Swallow it all, beta!'
Kavya did, chin dripping, arousal peaking. Anjali flipped her onto the sofa, yanking panties off to expose the dusky pussy—lips plump, clit peeking from the hood, entrance winking. 'My turn to devour you.' She spread Kavya's thighs wide, tongue flattening to lap from asshole to clit in long strokes, then focusing on the hole—thrusting deep, tasting virgin nectar. Kavya cried out, hands mauling her own D-cups, pinching dark nipples. 'Aunty... oh god, your tongue!' Anjali added fingers—three now, stretching the tight walls, scissoring as her mouth sucked the clit hard. Kavya's hips thrashed, orgasm crashing: pussy clenching, squirting onto Anjali's face, body convulsing.
But Anjali craved more. She fetched a strap-on from her purse—thick, veined silicone, eight inches—buckling it on, the base grinding her clit. 'Time to fuck you like Vinay fucked your amma.' Kavya's eyes widened, fear and lust mixing, but she spread wider. Anjali rubbed the tip along her slit, teasing, then pushed in slow—inch by inch, walls yielding to the girth. 'So tight... virgin pussy gripping me.' Kavya gasped, pain blooming to pleasure as Anjali bottomed out, balls-deep. She thrust steady, hips snapping, the base rubbing her own clit with each plunge. Kavya's D-cups bounced wildly, hands reaching to squeeze Anjali's E-cups, thumbs on pink nipples.
'Harder, aunty... fuck me!' Kavya begged, legs wrapping Anjali's waist. Anjali pounded faster, cock dragging her g-spot, wet slaps echoing. She leaned down, capturing a dark nipple in her mouth, sucking as she reamed. Kavya's second orgasm hit, pussy milking the strap-on, juices squirting around the base. Anjali kept going, flipping her to doggy—ass up, dusky cheeks spreading to show the stretched hole. She slammed back in, hand slapping the ass, fingers dipping to rub the clit. 'Imagine Vinay here, beta... his real cock breeding you.' Kavya moaned, pushing back, tits swinging.
Anjali's climax built from the friction, imagining Kavya's jealousy turning to submission. She pulled out, positioning Kavya to suck the toy—cleaning her own juices—then bent her over the sofa arm, entering her ass this time. Lubed with pussy cream, the ring yielded slowly, Kavya whimpering as Anjali inched in. 'Relax... take it all.' Once buried, thrusts started shallow, building to full strokes, hand reaching around to finger the pussy. Kavya shattered again, ass clenching, screaming into the cushion. Anjali ground deep, base hitting her clit, cumming with a wail—body shuddering, strap-on buried in the teen's bowels.
They collapsed, panting, Anjali's E-cups pressed to Kavya's back. 'Now you know the truth. Join us—against him.' Kavya nodded, tears drying, desire solidifying. But the night was young; Anjali texted Vinay: Come over. Bring the others. Kavya's ready.
Minutes later, the door opened to Vinay, Priya, and Jahnavi. Jahnavi's eyes widened at her daughter—naked, flushed, Anjali's strap-on discarded. 'Kavya... what?' But Anjali pulled her in, whispering the revelation. Jahnavi's face crumpled, then hardened—relief in sharing the burden. Vinay's cock twitched at the sight: Kavya's D-cups heaving, dusky skin glowing. 'Beta...' he murmured, stepping forward.
The group converged. Jahnavi embraced Kavya first, mother-daughter lips meeting in a hesitant kiss that deepened—tongues exploring, hands on breasts: Jahnavi's full C-cups against Kavya's larger D's, nipples rubbing. 'I'm sorry... for everything.' Kavya forgave in moans, sucking her mother's fair nipple, hand dipping to Jahnavi's pussy—still slick from earlier. Priya joined, kissing Kavya's neck, athletic hands squeezing her ass. Vinay watched, stroking his hardening nine-incher, until Anjali pushed him forward. 'Claim her, thammudu. But first, let the women play.'
Anjali orchestrated: Jahnavi on her back, Kavya straddling her face—dusky pussy grinding on her mother's tongue, which lapped eagerly, spearing the folds. Priya knelt between Jahnavi's legs, eating her fair pussy—tongue fucking deep, fingers in the ass. Anjali straddled Jahnavi's waist, facing Kavya, their massive tits mashing—E-cups to D-cups, nipples kissing as they kissed, tongues sloppy. Vinay positioned behind Anjali, cock nudging her shaved entrance, slamming in with one thrust. 'Fuck, akka... so wet from corrupting her.' He pounded, hands mauling her E-cups, pinching pink nipples as she ground on Jahnavi's belly.
Moans layered: Kavya's cries as Jahnavi's tongue circled her clit; Jahnavi's muffled gasps into the pussy; Priya's slurps on the fair folds; Anjali's wails from Vinay's reaming. Kavya leaned to suck Anjali's tit, then Priya's perky B-cup, the women rotating mouths on nipples. Vinay pulled out, slick cock bobbing, and moved to Priya—entering her doggy, balls slapping as she ate Jahnavi harder. Anjali fingered Kavya's ass while her mother tongue-fucked her, three digits stretching the ring.
Orgasms rippled: Kavya first, squirting on Jahnavi's face; Jahnavi bucking into Priya's mouth; Priya clenching Vinay's shaft; Anjali rubbing her clit to cum, juices dripping on Jahnavi. Vinay held back, withdrawing to let the women clean him—Kavya's first blowjob tentative, lips stretching around the head, tongue swirling pre-cum; Jahnavi deepthroating expertly; Priya licking the shaft; Anjali tonguing his balls.
Vinay claimed Kavya next. Laying her on the rug, he spread her legs, rubbing his purple head along her slit. 'Ready, beta? My cock in your virgin pussy.' She nodded, eyes locked on his. He pushed in slow, walls parting, blood-tinged cream coating him as he bottomed out. 'So tight... fuck.' Kavya gasped, pain to pleasure, nails raking his back. He thrust gentle at first, building speed, cock dragging her depths. The women watched, fingers in their own pussies: Anjali's E-cups heaving, Jahnavi pinching her C's, Priya rubbing her B's.
Jahnavi crawled over, kissing Kavya deeply, tasting Vinay on her lips. 'My baby... taking him so well.' Priya sucked Kavya's dark nipple, Anjali the other, hands roaming—fingering her clit as Vinay pounded. Kavya's orgasm exploded, pussy spasming, milking him. He kept going, flipping to missionary, legs over shoulders for deeper angles, cervix kissed. The women piled on: Anjali sitting on Kavya's face, pussy ground down; Priya and Jahnavi sucking her tits in tandem.
Vinay roared, flooding Kavya's womb with hot ropes, cum overflowing. He pulled out, Priya diving to lap the creampie—tongue scooping from the stretched lips, sharing with kisses. Rotations ensued: Vinay fucking Jahnavi while Kavya ate Anjali; Priya scissoring with Kavya, clits mashing wetly, D-cups to B-cups rubbing; Anjali strap-onning Priya's ass as Vinay railed her pussy—double penetration making her scream.
Hours blurred in ecstasy: Group 69 chains, tongues in every hole; Vinay's cock passed between pussies—thrusting Anjali's E-cup-framed cleavage first, then titfucking her while she sucked Kavya; lesbian daisy chains with fingers and toys. Orgasms chained: Squirts soaking the floor, cum swallowed greedily, asses clenching around intrusions. Anjali's E-cups, the largest, became the center—milked by all mouths, cum glazed and licked clean.
As midnight neared, they collapsed in a heap—bodies intertwined, scents mingling. Kavya, nestled against Vinay, whispered, 'No more secrets.' The revelation had bound them, Reddy's evil the forge for their fiery union. The amulet pulsed, promising more conquests.
The evening sun dipped low, painting the apartment complex in hues of amber and crimson, as if the sky itself blushed at the secrets unfolding below. Vinay's bedroom lay in disarray—sheets twisted like lovers' limbs, the air thick with the lingering perfume of spent passion: salty cum, tangy pussy nectar, and the faint floral trace of sweat-dampened skin. The foursome had finally unraveled, bodies sated but minds buzzing. Vinay stretched out on the bed, his muscular frame glistening, cock soft against his thigh after the marathon of thrusts and releases. Priya curled beside him, her athletic legs tangled with his, perky B-cups rising and falling with deep breaths, a satisfied smile on her lips as she traced lazy circles on his chest. Jahnavi, ever the conflicted one, sat at the edge, pulling her salwar kameez back on with trembling hands, her fair skin marked with red handprints and bite marks—reminders of Vinay's rough grips and Anjali's eager mouth. Guilt flickered in her eyes, but the afterglow dulled it, her pussy still throbbing from the double-ended dildo's deep invasions and Vinay's final load buried in her ass.
Anjali, however, paced the room like a predator, her voluptuous E-cup breasts swaying heavily in the loose tank top she'd thrown on, pink nipples tenting the fabric. Her blue eyes sparkled with that wicked gleam, the secret of Kavya's voyeurism burning in her mind. The girl's shocked face at the door, hand squeezing those enormous D-cup tits—still growing, ripe with teenage promise—had ignited something feral in Anjali. She imagined Kavya fleeing to her apartment, fingers buried in her own dusky folds, replaying the scene: Jahnavi's fair ass rippling under Vinay's slaps, her moans begging for more cock. Anjali's shaved pussy clenched at the thought, juices trickling down her inner thigh. 'I need to talk to her,' she murmured, more to herself than the others. Vinay raised an eyebrow, but Anjali waved him off. 'Girl stuff. Stay here, thammudu. I'll handle it.'
She slipped out, the door clicking shut behind her curvaceous form. The corridor was quiet, save for the distant hum of a neighbor's TV, but Anjali's heels clicked purposefully toward the Reddy household two doors down. Kavya's apartment—innocent on the surface, but now laced with the undercurrents of betrayal and desire. Anjali knocked softly, her massive E-cups heaving with anticipation. Inside, Kavya jumped, her heart racing from the orgasm that had just wracked her body. Fingers still slick from her pussy, she yanked her skirt down, blouse buttons hastily done—though her D-cups strained the fabric, dark areolas faintly visible through the thin cotton. 'Who is it?' she called, voice shaky.
'It's Anjali aunty, beta. From the tuition. Can I come in? Just for a chat.' Kavya hesitated, cheeks burning. Anjali knew—she'd winked, seen everything. But curiosity and that forbidden pull won. She opened the door a crack, then wider, ushering the older woman in. The living room was modest: faded sofa, family photos on the wall—Reddy smiling with Jahnavi and Kavya, oblivious to the shadows. Kavya sat rigidly, her enormous breasts jiggling slightly as she crossed her arms, trying to hide the stiff nipples poking through. Anjali settled beside her, close enough that her thigh brushed the girl's, the heat from her body palpable. Up close, Anjali's E-cups dwarfed Kavya's—fuller, heavier, spilling over the tank top's neckline like overripe melons, pink nipples erect and begging attention.
Kavya's eyes flicked down involuntarily, a pang of envy mixing with her confusion. 'Aunty... what do you want?' Anjali smiled, that arrogant pout curving her full lips, but her voice softened, laced with empathy. 'I saw you at the door, Kavya. Watching. Don't be ashamed—it's natural. But there's more you need to know. About your father.' Kavya's dusky skin paled, hands clenching in her lap. 'Appa? What about him?' Anjali leaned in, her massive breasts nearly brushing Kavya's arm, the scent of her arousal—musky and sweet—wafting over. She pulled out her phone, the screen lighting up with a video: grainy footage from the CCTV Vinay had installed. Reddy's office, late night. Priya, bound and tear-streaked, her athletic body exposed as Reddy forced his way between her legs, cock thrusting savagely into her pussy while she sobbed 'No, please!' The bang unfolded in brutal detail—his hands choking her throat, balls slapping her ass as he grunted, finally pulling out to cum across her face.
Kavya gasped, hand flying to her mouth, tears welling. 'That's... Appa? No, he wouldn't...' But the evidence was damning: another clip, Reddy blackmailing Priya with photos, forcing her to suck his dick on her knees, gagging as he face-fucked her. Anjali's hand rested on Kavya's thigh, squeezing gently. 'He did, beta. Multiple times. bangd Priya, blackmailed her. Your mother knows now— that's why she's with Vinay. To atone, to break free. Reddy's a monster, hiding behind that loving facade.' Kavya sobbed, body shaking, her D-cups heaving with each wrenching breath. Anger boiled— at her father for the betrayal, at her mother for seeking solace in Vinay's arms, at herself for the jealousy that still simmered, hot and unwelcome. 'How could he? We thought he was perfect...'
Anjali pulled her into an embrace, Kavya's face pressing against the soft valley of her E-cups, the older woman's arms wrapping around her. 'Shh, it's okay to feel everything—anger, hurt, even desire. I saw how you touched yourself watching. Vinay's cock... it's powerful, isn't it? Stretching your amma's pussy, making her scream.' Kavya stiffened, pulling back, but her nipples betrayed her, hardening further against Anjali's knowing gaze. 'I... I shouldn't. He's married, and Amma...' Anjali chuckled softly, hand trailing up Kavya's arm to cup her chin. 'Married? To us all, in a way. No judgments here, beta. Your body's waking up—those beautiful D-cups, still growing, so full and heavy. Let me help you understand.'
The air shifted, charged. Anjali's fingers deftly undid Kavya's top button, then another, revealing the white bra straining against her dusky swells. Kavya protested weakly, 'Aunty, no...' but didn't pull away, her pussy clenching as Anjali's hand slipped inside, palm cupping the warm weight of one breast. 'So soft, so big for your age. Bigger than Priya's, almost matching mine—but mine are E's, beta, heavy and sensitive.' She guided Kavya's hand to her own chest, the girl hesitantly squeezing the massive globe, thumb brushing the pink nipple through fabric. A moan escaped Anjali, low and throaty, as she leaned in, lips brushing Kavya's ear. 'Feel that? Your father's sins don't define you. Take what you want.'
Kavya's resistance crumbled, the revelation fueling a reckless hunger. She squeezed harder, Anjali's E-cup overflowing her small hand, nipple peaking under her palm. Anjali kissed her then—soft at first, lips parting to tongue the girl's mouth, tasting her innocence and salt tears. Kavya whimpered, responding tentatively, her free hand mirroring on her own D-cup, pinching the dark nipple as Anjali's tongue danced deeper. They broke apart, breaths mingling, Anjali standing to strip—tank top yanked off, revealing her enormous E-cups bouncing free, pink nipples thick and erect; shorts shimmying down, shaved pussy lips puffy and glistening. 'Your turn, beta.' Kavya obeyed, blouse falling away, bra unclasped to let her massive D-cups spill out—heavy, pendulous, dark areolas wide and pebbled.
Anjali's eyes devoured her, hands roaming: cupping the undersides, lifting the weight, thumbs circling nipples until Kavya arched, moaning. 'Such perfect tits... growing into something magnificent.' She pushed Kavya back on the sofa, straddling her lap, E-cups dangling over the girl's face. 'Suck them, Kavya. Taste what your amma envies.' Kavya latched on eagerly, mouth engulfing the pink bud, sucking hard—tongue flicking the tip, teeth grazing—as her hands kneaded the soft flesh. Anjali ground her pussy against Kavya's thigh, slick lips parting to smear juices on dusky skin. 'Yes... just like that. Now the other.' Kavya switched, nursing the second nipple, her own breasts rubbing Anjali's belly, nipples dragging sparks of pleasure.
Anjali's hand dipped between Kavya's legs, pushing the skirt up, fingers finding soaked panties. She rubbed the cotton over the swollen clit, then slipped inside, stroking the damp folds. 'So wet already... thinking of Vinay's cock?' Kavya nodded around the nipple, hips bucking as Anjali's finger circled her entrance, dipping shallowly into virgin tightness. 'Good girl. Let it out.' She added a second finger, pumping slow, thumb on the clit, while Kavya's mouth worked her tits—sucking, licking, leaving wet trails. Anjali moaned louder, imagining Vinay watching, his shaft hardening at the sight of the mother-daughter taboo unfolding.
They shifted: Anjali on her back, legs spread, guiding Kavya's head down. 'Lick me, beta. Taste a real woman's pussy.' Kavya hesitated, then dove in, tongue tentatively lapping the shaved lips, savoring the tangy cream. Anjali's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. 'Deeper—tongue-fuck my hole.' Kavya obeyed, spearing inside, walls clenching around the muscle as she sucked the clit, lips pulling the nub. Anjali bucked, E-cups jiggling, 'Fuck, yes... you're a natural. Finger me too.' Two digits plunged in, curling to hit the g-spot, pumping with wet squelches. Anjali's orgasm built fast, thighs clamping Kavya's head, pussy spasming to flood her mouth with squirt. 'Swallow it all, beta!'
Kavya did, chin dripping, arousal peaking. Anjali flipped her onto the sofa, yanking panties off to expose the dusky pussy—lips plump, clit peeking from the hood, entrance winking. 'My turn to devour you.' She spread Kavya's thighs wide, tongue flattening to lap from asshole to clit in long strokes, then focusing on the hole—thrusting deep, tasting virgin nectar. Kavya cried out, hands mauling her own D-cups, pinching dark nipples. 'Aunty... oh god, your tongue!' Anjali added fingers—three now, stretching the tight walls, scissoring as her mouth sucked the clit hard. Kavya's hips thrashed, orgasm crashing: pussy clenching, squirting onto Anjali's face, body convulsing.
But Anjali craved more. She fetched a strap-on from her purse—thick, veined silicone, eight inches—buckling it on, the base grinding her clit. 'Time to fuck you like Vinay fucked your amma.' Kavya's eyes widened, fear and lust mixing, but she spread wider. Anjali rubbed the tip along her slit, teasing, then pushed in slow—inch by inch, walls yielding to the girth. 'So tight... virgin pussy gripping me.' Kavya gasped, pain blooming to pleasure as Anjali bottomed out, balls-deep. She thrust steady, hips snapping, the base rubbing her own clit with each plunge. Kavya's D-cups bounced wildly, hands reaching to squeeze Anjali's E-cups, thumbs on pink nipples.
'Harder, aunty... fuck me!' Kavya begged, legs wrapping Anjali's waist. Anjali pounded faster, cock dragging her g-spot, wet slaps echoing. She leaned down, capturing a dark nipple in her mouth, sucking as she reamed. Kavya's second orgasm hit, pussy milking the strap-on, juices squirting around the base. Anjali kept going, flipping her to doggy—ass up, dusky cheeks spreading to show the stretched hole. She slammed back in, hand slapping the ass, fingers dipping to rub the clit. 'Imagine Vinay here, beta... his real cock breeding you.' Kavya moaned, pushing back, tits swinging.
Anjali's climax built from the friction, imagining Kavya's jealousy turning to submission. She pulled out, positioning Kavya to suck the toy—cleaning her own juices—then bent her over the sofa arm, entering her ass this time. Lubed with pussy cream, the ring yielded slowly, Kavya whimpering as Anjali inched in. 'Relax... take it all.' Once buried, thrusts started shallow, building to full strokes, hand reaching around to finger the pussy. Kavya shattered again, ass clenching, screaming into the cushion. Anjali ground deep, base hitting her clit, cumming with a wail—body shuddering, strap-on buried in the teen's bowels.
They collapsed, panting, Anjali's E-cups pressed to Kavya's back. 'Now you know the truth. Join us—against him.' Kavya nodded, tears drying, desire solidifying. But the night was young; Anjali texted Vinay: Come over. Bring the others. Kavya's ready.
Minutes later, the door opened to Vinay, Priya, and Jahnavi. Jahnavi's eyes widened at her daughter—naked, flushed, Anjali's strap-on discarded. 'Kavya... what?' But Anjali pulled her in, whispering the revelation. Jahnavi's face crumpled, then hardened—relief in sharing the burden. Vinay's cock twitched at the sight: Kavya's D-cups heaving, dusky skin glowing. 'Beta...' he murmured, stepping forward.
The group converged. Jahnavi embraced Kavya first, mother-daughter lips meeting in a hesitant kiss that deepened—tongues exploring, hands on breasts: Jahnavi's full C-cups against Kavya's larger D's, nipples rubbing. 'I'm sorry... for everything.' Kavya forgave in moans, sucking her mother's fair nipple, hand dipping to Jahnavi's pussy—still slick from earlier. Priya joined, kissing Kavya's neck, athletic hands squeezing her ass. Vinay watched, stroking his hardening nine-incher, until Anjali pushed him forward. 'Claim her, thammudu. But first, let the women play.'
Anjali orchestrated: Jahnavi on her back, Kavya straddling her face—dusky pussy grinding on her mother's tongue, which lapped eagerly, spearing the folds. Priya knelt between Jahnavi's legs, eating her fair pussy—tongue fucking deep, fingers in the ass. Anjali straddled Jahnavi's waist, facing Kavya, their massive tits mashing—E-cups to D-cups, nipples kissing as they kissed, tongues sloppy. Vinay positioned behind Anjali, cock nudging her shaved entrance, slamming in with one thrust. 'Fuck, akka... so wet from corrupting her.' He pounded, hands mauling her E-cups, pinching pink nipples as she ground on Jahnavi's belly.
Moans layered: Kavya's cries as Jahnavi's tongue circled her clit; Jahnavi's muffled gasps into the pussy; Priya's slurps on the fair folds; Anjali's wails from Vinay's reaming. Kavya leaned to suck Anjali's tit, then Priya's perky B-cup, the women rotating mouths on nipples. Vinay pulled out, slick cock bobbing, and moved to Priya—entering her doggy, balls slapping as she ate Jahnavi harder. Anjali fingered Kavya's ass while her mother tongue-fucked her, three digits stretching the ring.
Orgasms rippled: Kavya first, squirting on Jahnavi's face; Jahnavi bucking into Priya's mouth; Priya clenching Vinay's shaft; Anjali rubbing her clit to cum, juices dripping on Jahnavi. Vinay held back, withdrawing to let the women clean him—Kavya's first blowjob tentative, lips stretching around the head, tongue swirling pre-cum; Jahnavi deepthroating expertly; Priya licking the shaft; Anjali tonguing his balls.
Vinay claimed Kavya next. Laying her on the rug, he spread her legs, rubbing his purple head along her slit. 'Ready, beta? My cock in your virgin pussy.' She nodded, eyes locked on his. He pushed in slow, walls parting, blood-tinged cream coating him as he bottomed out. 'So tight... fuck.' Kavya gasped, pain to pleasure, nails raking his back. He thrust gentle at first, building speed, cock dragging her depths. The women watched, fingers in their own pussies: Anjali's E-cups heaving, Jahnavi pinching her C's, Priya rubbing her B's.
Jahnavi crawled over, kissing Kavya deeply, tasting Vinay on her lips. 'My baby... taking him so well.' Priya sucked Kavya's dark nipple, Anjali the other, hands roaming—fingering her clit as Vinay pounded. Kavya's orgasm exploded, pussy spasming, milking him. He kept going, flipping to missionary, legs over shoulders for deeper angles, cervix kissed. The women piled on: Anjali sitting on Kavya's face, pussy ground down; Priya and Jahnavi sucking her tits in tandem.
Vinay roared, flooding Kavya's womb with hot ropes, cum overflowing. He pulled out, Priya diving to lap the creampie—tongue scooping from the stretched lips, sharing with kisses. Rotations ensued: Vinay fucking Jahnavi while Kavya ate Anjali; Priya scissoring with Kavya, clits mashing wetly, D-cups to B-cups rubbing; Anjali strap-onning Priya's ass as Vinay railed her pussy—double penetration making her scream.
Hours blurred in ecstasy: Group 69 chains, tongues in every hole; Vinay's cock passed between pussies—thrusting Anjali's E-cup-framed cleavage first, then titfucking her while she sucked Kavya; lesbian daisy chains with fingers and toys. Orgasms chained: Squirts soaking the floor, cum swallowed greedily, asses clenching around intrusions. Anjali's E-cups, the largest, became the center—milked by all mouths, cum glazed and licked clean.
As midnight neared, they collapsed in a heap—bodies intertwined, scents mingling. Kavya, nestled against Vinay, whispered, 'No more secrets.' The revelation had bound them, Reddy's evil the forge for their fiery union. The amulet pulsed, promising more conquests.
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