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Chapter 6 Sweeter Coverup
The Prank Day
On the first of April, Ravi struck first, flooding his Instagram with photographs of them — cheeks flushed after the lift, his palm splayed possessively at the small of her back in the canteen queue, their bodies locked in mid-spin. He changed his status to “Committed” without hesitation. Meera answered in kind, posting the gleaming trophy held between them and a handful of dance stills were sweat glistened on their skin. She quietly switched her own status from Single to Hidden, letting the world fill in the blanks.
By ten o’clock the practice room door had barely latched when Ravi surged forward. His mouth crashed onto hers. Hands shoved her hoodie up and yanked her sports bra over her head in one motion. Clothes flew until nothing separated them but heated skin and the frantic beat of two hearts. He lifted her onto the mirrored wall, thighs wrapping his waist as his thick cock slid along the slick seam of her pussy, grinding hard enough to make her gasp into his mouth.
They devoured each other like starved animals. Ravi dropped to his knees, buried his face between her legs, tongue lashing her clit while two thick fingers plunged deep, curling and stretching her open. Meera twisted her fingers in his hair, hips bucking, a broken moan tearing free each time he sucked her swollen folds. She came once like that, thighs clamping around his ears, her cunt fluttering wildly against his tongue.
He rose, spun her around, bent her over the low bench. His cock slotted between her ass cheeks, sliding up and down the cleft while his hands mauled her tits, pinching nipples until they stood stiff and aching. She reached back, guiding him lower so the heavy length rubbed directly over her dripping pussy lips, the fat head nudging her clit with every thrust. Sweat slicked their bodies. Wet sounds of skin on skin filled the room.
Meera turned, pushed him onto the bench, straddled his thigh and rode it shamelessly while she leaned down to take his cock into her mouth. She sucked him deep, hollowing her cheeks, one hand pumping the thick shaft while the other rolled his balls. Ravi groaned, hips jerking, fingers tangled in her hair as he fucked her throat in short, desperate snaps. She pulled off with a filthy pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock, then crawled up his body to grind her pussy along the entire length of him — lips parting around the rigid shaft, clit dragging from base to tip in long, slippery strokes.
He flipped them, pinning her beneath him, cock trapped between their bellies as he rutted against her like a beast in heat. Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass. Every slide sent sparks through her clit. She came a second time just from the friction, nails raking down his back, a sharp cry echoing off the mirrors.
Breath ragged, bodies gleaming, Meera finally pushed him onto his back atop the teacher’s table. From her bag she produced a roll of transparent medical tape. With a wicked little smile, she pressed the swollen head of his cock flat against his lower stomach and wrapped a single neat strip around it, securing the thick crown so the shaft lay trapped, pulsing visibly beneath the clear tape.
“Stay,” she whispered.
She climbed over him, straddling his hips. Her soaked pussy lips settled on either side of his taped cock like a hot-dog bun embracing a thick, straining sausage. Slowly, deliberately, she began to rock. The slick, puffy folds enveloped him completely, gliding up and down the trapped length in long, luxurious strokes. Each roll of her hips dragged her clit along the sensitive underside, the head nudging her entrance without ever slipping inside. She braced her hands on his chest, tits bouncing with every motion, eyes locked on his as she rode him harder, faster, the wet sounds growing obscene.
Ravi’s hands gripped her thighs, thumbs digging into soft flesh. “Fuck, Cheeks — gonna come just like this.”
She leaned down, nipples brushing his chest, voice a velvet purr against his ear. “Then come for me, Bison. Paint that pretty tape while I use you exactly how I want.”
Her pace turned savage. His groan cracked into a shout as thick ropes of cum erupted beneath the tape, spurting upward in hot pulses that splattered his stomach and her inner thighs. The sight sent her spiraling over the edge again — her soaked heat pulsing, thighs shaking as pleasure ripped through her in long, shuddering waves.
She collapsed onto his chest, both of them panting.
After the last shudders faded, Ravi caught her wrist, his grin slow and wicked.
“Wifey,” he murmured, voice still rough from release, “no one’s coming. Let’s practice naked. Skin to skin, the way we move best.”
She laughed, half-scandalized, half-intrigued. “Hubby, you really think you can focus on steps if we’re both bare like this?”
“I’ll prove we can,” he insisted, pulling her closer. “Trust me. It’ll make every lift feel alive.”
She bit her lip, eyes sparkling, then sighed in surrender. “Fine. But only if we keep it clean — no monkey business during dance.”
Before he could argue, she snatched the roll of transparent medical tape from the bench. With deliberate care she pressed her thighs together, smoothing the slick lips of her pussy until they sealed shut beneath a neat strip of the clear tape. “There,” she said. “Now behave, Bison. This stays on until we’re done.”
Ravi’s eyes darkened, but he nodded and rose naked before her — broad shoulders, ridged stomach, thick cock already half-hard and swaying. They began slowly, bare feet padding across the polished floor, mirrors throwing back every inch of them.
They moved through the full routine naked and unashamed. Every turn brought fleeting brushes — his chest grazing her back, the heavy sway of his cock nudging the curve of her thigh. Every lift pressed her pussy tight to the rigid length of him. The tape held firm, turning every grind into exquisite friction as his shaft rubbed along her swollen clit. Sweat soon slicked their bodies, making each slide smoother, filthier. Meera’s thighs trembled by the final run-through. Ravi’s cock stood fully hard, yet he kept every promise — never pushing past the barrier, only letting the dance itself torment them both until noon.
Only then did they dress, laughing breathlessly as they tugged on clothes that suddenly felt too restrictive. Hand in hand they crossed the sunlit quad to the main hall. The moment the door swung shut behind them, they slipped back into their roles — deeper, bolder. Meera’s fingers stole beneath the hem of Ravi’s T-shirt; his hand mirrored the move, palm splaying low under her top to caress the smooth dip of her spine. They walked like that until Anjali glanced up. Ravi grew bolder still, sliding his hand lower to cup the firm curve of her ass, squeezing once with open possession. Anjali’s eyebrows shot up, but she only smirked and waved them over.
“Hey, lovebirds,” she called. “Glad you finally showed.”
Meera smiled shyly, cheeks flushing as if the public claim truly belonged to them. They stepped inside and dove into the choreography, hidden touches continuing — slow circles, gentle scratches, the occasional possessive squeeze — while Meera caught Anjali’s eye across the room and shared a quick, conspiratorial wink.
When the group finally broke for lunch, the others filed out toward the restaurant. Ravi and Meera lingered at the back of the hall. The instant they were alone, he spun her against the wall, mouth claiming hers in a deep, devouring kiss. Tongues tangled hot and urgent. His hands roamed freely now — sliding under her top to knead her breasts, thumbs flicking stiff nipples — while she palmed the thick bulge straining his shorts. They kissed like starving newlyweds until footsteps faded completely outside.
Finally, they straightened their clothes and strolled out to join the others. They claimed a corner, thighs pressed tight beneath the cloth. Meera fed him bites of spiced rice from her fingers, giggling when a grain clung to his lip and she leaned in to lick it away. Ravi returned the favor, offering her a piece of tender chicken, his thumb brushing her lower lip with deliberate tenderness. Their eyes stayed locked, soft and adoring. To anyone watching, they looked exactly like a couple lost in that glowing first bloom of love.
No one would have guessed it was all part of the game.
As the group ambled back toward the main buildings, Ravi and Meera lingered at the edge of the crowd. With warm smiles and light waves, they said their goodbyes, each claiming a quick errand before slipping away in opposite directions.
Alone in her room, Meera leaned against the closed door, chest still rising fast from the open touches. Every possessive grip of Ravi’s hand on her ass in front of Anjali, every hidden caress beneath their clothes, every playful bite of food from his fingers had left her skin humming and her body tight with need. She could not wait another moment. From her drawer she drew the thick dildo and tucked it deep into her handbag. Her fingers found the black leather strap-on harness beside it.
They reunited in the practice room soon after. Ravi’s eyes gleamed the instant he saw her. “Naked again, wifey,” he said, already yanking his shirt over his head.
She laughed, low and fond, kicking off her shoes. “At least let me keep the bra. Otherwise, these tits will fly everywhere.”
He grinned and helped her peel away the rest until she stood before him in nothing but the snug black sports bra. They began slowly, bare feet gliding across the polished floor. Each turn brought fleeting brushes — his chest grazing her back, the heavy sway of his cock nudging the curve of her thigh. They moved through the full choreography without a single stumble. When the last beat faded, they stood panting and grinning, bodies gleaming under the high windows.
In the short pause that followed, Ravi drew her close, one hand sliding between her thighs. With a gentle tug he peeled the transparent tape away, exposing her soaked, swollen pussy. Two thick digits sank into her slick heat, curling deep while his thumb circled her throbbing clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Cheeks,” he murmured against her neck, fingers pumping steadily, “now that we’re public, what do I tell my roomie about all this?”
She rocked onto his hand, voice breathy. “I already informed him yesterday. He needs to cover for me if anyone asks about my Instagram.”
“So, he’s cool with it?”
“My Mama is always cool,” she breathed.
Ravi’s fingers thrust deeper. “We should probably cut the nightly calls now.”
“You said he sleeps well.”
“But what if he wakes and hears how filthy we get?”
“He’ll stay deep asleep. Don’t worry,” she whispered, a secret thrill racing through her at the thought of her sweet kutti listening in the dark. “Even if he hears, he might not say anything.”
“Cool. With him around, I’m going to act like nothing’s happening between us.”
“He will do the same,” she lied smoothly, the delicious deception sending fresh wetness flooding around his fingers.
They kissed once more — deep, hungry — then broke apart with renewed fire in their eyes.
“Ready?” she asked.
They launched straight into the next run.
After the final notes faded, Ravi stood behind her, chest still heaving, and slid his arms around her waist. “Family time, wifey,” he murmured against the damp curve of her neck. “No more clothes between us.”
He stripped her with unhurried possession — sports bra lifted away so her breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed, nipples already stiff. Meera turned to face him, a wicked little smile curving her lips. From her bag she drew the black leather harness and the thick dildo. “Why should boys have all the fun?” she whispered.
She fastened the straps around his hips and thighs with quick, sure fingers, settling the heavy dildo so it jutted boldly above his real cock. She pushed him backward into the sturdy wooden chair against the wall. “Sit.”
He dropped into it, legs spread wide. Meera turned, giving him the full view of her back and the lush curve of her ass, and straddled his lap reverse. Reaching between her thighs, she gripped the dildo, rubbed its blunt head along her slick folds until it nudged her entrance, then sank down slowly, inch by stretching inch. Her pussy opened around the thick girth, the wet clutch of her body swallowing every ridge and vein until her ass settled flush against his hips and the toy was buried to the hilt inside her.
A broken moan slipped from her throat as she adjusted to the deep, perfect fullness.
She began to ride — long, rolling strokes at first, lifting until only the swollen head stretched her opening, then sliding back down until her cunt took it all again. The motion made her ass bounce softly against him, her juices coating the silicone and trickling down to slick the real cock trapped beneath.
She reached lower, wrapping both palms around his throbbing shaft, fingers interlacing into a tight, velvet tunnel. As she rose off the dildo, she stroked upward along his cock in perfect sync; as she slammed back down, burying the toy deep in her pulsing cunt, she pumped downward, twisting gently at the head, thumb smearing the steady leak of precum. The rhythm was filthy, exact — every plunge into her pussy mirrored by a matching stroke on his real dick.
Ravi groaned deep in his chest. His hands slid up her sweat-slick back, gathered her long dark hair into a thick rope, and wrapped it around his fist like reins. He tugged, arching her spine, forcing her head back so her tits thrust forward and her ass slapped harder against his thighs. Each pull made her ride faster, hips snapping, pussy devouring the dildo in greedy, wet gulps while her hands flew up and down his cock — squeezing, twisting, milking.
Sweat poured down her spine. Her clit dragged along the base of the harness with every downward thrust. The twin sensations — being stretched wide and filled deep while her palms fucked his real cock in the same relentless tempo — built fast, coiling tighter and hotter.
Ravi’s grip on her hair tightened, breath ragged against her shoulder. “Fuck — Cheeks —”
They broke together.
Her cry shattered first, raw and high, as her pussy fluttered and pulsed around the thick silicone in long, rippling waves, juices gushing down the shaft and over his balls. At the exact same instant his real cock pulsed wildly in her hands and erupted, thick ropes of hot cum spurting upward in heavy pulses, painting her flat navel and lower belly in creamy white streaks that dripped slowly toward her mound.
They stayed locked like that, trembling, the dildo still buried deep inside her as the last weak spurts leaked from his softening cock onto her skin. Minutes passed in sweet, sated stillness until their heartbeats finally slowed.
Only then did she lift off with a soft, wet sound. Still facing away, she scooped the warm cum from her navel with two fingers and spread it deliberately over her bald labia, coating the smooth, swollen lips until they shone slick and shiny with his release.
She turned, eyes soft with shared satisfaction, and they dressed in quiet, tender silence — trading slow kisses between buttons and zippers, laughter low and fond.
“Best day yet,” Ravi murmured against her mouth.
She smiled, heart brimming with the secret thrill that would soon feed her beloved kutti’s deepest hunger. “Mmm. And we’re only getting started.”
The server-room door clicked shut behind Meera. Madan looked up, and the moment their eyes met she let a slow, wicked smile curve her lips.
“Mama,” she purred, voice velvet and teasing, “Bison finally claimed what was his today. He deflowered your little kutti’s girl. On April first, no less.”
His gaze held steady, a flicker of knowing amusement in the depths. Yet before he could answer she drew the black silk blindfold from her bag and tied it gently over his eyes. “Lie down for me, my sweet mamakutti.”
He stretched out obediently on the cool floor tiles. Meera hooked her thumbs into her waistband, slid her panties down her legs, and stepped free. Then she lowered herself over him, thighs framing his head, and settled her well-used pussy directly onto his waiting mouth.
The first touch told him everything. Her outer lips — always so neat and tightly closed for him before — now bloomed open, soft and puffy, the entrance visibly stretched and relaxed from the shaft she had ridden for so long. The taste flooded his tongue at once: rich, salty, unmistakably male, layered over her familiar sweetness. Madan groaned low against her slick flesh, licking deeper, chasing every trace while his mind spun. April first. She loved her games. But this… this felt devastatingly real.
Meera rocked her hips in slow, deliberate waves, smearing her open folds across his lips and tongue. “That’s it, Mama… lick me clean. Taste what my husband left inside his wife today.” She ground a little harder, letting him feel the soft, yielding stretch of her. “Hope you brought the right pills like I asked, my clever kutti. Otherwise, this flat little belly of mine might start swelling sooner than we planned. Wouldn’t that be something — watching me grow round?”
A soft, broken moan slipped from her as his tongue plunged deeper, lapping eagerly at the creamy evidence. “Feel how open I am now? Bison stretched me so beautifully. Lick every drop he pumped into me, mamakutti. Get it all before it takes root.”
While she rode his face with increasing hunger, she reached for her phone, thumb scrolling through the flood of notifications. A delighted little laugh escaped her. “Oh Mama… the whole campus knows about me and Ravi now. Hundreds of hearts pouring in already. Hope no one back home sees these pictures.”
His answer came muffled against her dripping sex, warm and steady. “Don’t worry, Cheeks. If any questions come, I’ll handle them. They won’t see Ravi’s posts anyway. Yours are perfectly safe — only the innocent ones.”
She smiled down at the blindfolded man beneath her, heart swelling with fierce, tender love even as pleasure coiled tighter between her thighs. Her hips moved faster, grinding her swollen clit against his tongue until the orgasm crashed through her — sharp and sudden, thighs trembling as her open pussy pulsed and fluttered against his mouth, flooding him with fresh, hot wetness.
When the last ripples finally faded, she stayed seated there a long, indulgent moment, breathing hard. Usually, she would have freed his aching kutti by now. Tonight the thought never crossed her mind. The entire day spent playing with Ravi’s thick cock had left her deliciously, completely sated in a different way. She had simply forgotten.
Madan never asked. He never would.
She rose at last, legs a little unsteady, and pressed her still-damp panties into his open hand. She brushed a soft kiss over the blindfold. Then she slipped out, the door clicking shut behind her.
Madan lay in the sudden quiet. Only when her footsteps had faded completely did he reach up and tug the silk away. He lifted the warm lace to his face, inhaling deeply, a helpless smile curving his lips at the exquisite torment she had left him.
Back in her hostel room, Meera had barely turned the key when she found Anjali already waiting, perched on the edge of the bed with a mischievous grin.
“Inspection time, missy.”
Meera laughed softly and obeyed without protest. She stripped slowly, revealing every mark Ravi had left on her body — dark love bites blooming across her breasts and collarbone, faint handprints still visible on the lush curves of her ass and the soft swells of her tits. When she finally lay back on the sheets and parted her thighs, Anjali leaned in close.
“Damn, Cheeks,” Anjali breathed, eyes widening at the sight of her best friend’s pussy — lips still puffy, visibly stretched and gently open. “That is a properly fucked little cunt. Congratulations on finally opening the scoreboard, baby. So… how big is he?”
Meera held up her hands, spacing them to show a generous seven inches, a shy flush coloring her cheeks.
“Wow, girl. You hit the jackpot on your very first try,” Anjali teased, running gentle fingers along the marks. “I’m almost jealous.”
“It’s… lovely,” Meera admitted with a soft giggle.
Anjali settled beside her and began massaging the tired, well-used body with skilled hands — kneading the faint aches from her hips and thighs, soothing every place that had danced and ridden hard all day. They slipped easily into comfortable girl talk, laughter filling the small room.
“Next week you’re coming on a date with us,” Anjali announced as her fingers worked a tight spot on Meera’s lower back. “Three couples — Priya and her guy, you and Ravi, and me and mine.”
“I’d love that,” Meera murmured, eyes half-closed in bliss. “I’ll check with my hubby first.”
Anjali’s hands paused, eyebrows arching. “Already calling him hubby, huh?”
“He likes it when I do,” Meera said, a playful blush rising as she lifted the edge of her top to show the delicate gold chain resting on her hips. “And this… this is from him.”
Anjali burst out laughing. “You liar. R has been Ravi all along!”
Meera covered her face with both hands in mock embarrassment. Anjali grinned wickedly and reached down, giving the swollen pussy a quick, teasing pinch that made Meera squeal and squirm. Still laughing, Anjali stood and gathered her things.
“Alright, lovebird. I’m heading out. Sweet dreams of that big lion of yours.”
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