Misc. Erotica The Goddess (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

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I broke the hug at once, pushed myself away from him, and snatched my white nighty from the floor. My hands shook as I pulled it over my head and down my body, covering my bare breasts and the wet white panties as fast as I could. My face burned with shame. My pussy was still throbbing and soaked inside the panties, the strong arousal suddenly trapped with nowhere to go.

“Out,” I said, my voice tight and unsteady.
“Living room. All of you. Now.”
The four boys stumbled backward, still staring, and disappeared toward the living room. I stood in the kitchen with my white nighty back on, my bra still pulled down underneath it, my panties soaked against my clean-shaved pussy, and my body aching with the unfinished heat of the goodbye that had been stolen from us in the final seconds. The missing, the horniness, and the frustration all sat heavily inside me as I listened to the silence that followed.


I was standing at the stove in my white nighty. The white nighty hung loosely over my body, the hem resting against my calves. Underneath it I wore only my white bra and my white panties. My left hand rested on the edge of the stove while my right hand slowly moved the ladle through the sambar. Mustard seeds and curry leaves floated on the surface. On the second burner the idli steamer released quiet clouds of steam. The kitchen smelled of hot rice batter and spices.

Even while I stirred, the thought of the coming month sat heavily in my chest. My husband would be in Chennai for thirty days. The house would feel empty. I would walk to the Seed Sowing Festival without him beside me. The quiet missing had already started, and with it a low, restless horniness that refused to settle.
I heard his footsteps. My husband came into the kitchen wearing his white shirt and white dhoti. He stepped behind me and pressed himself against my back. Through my white nighty and his white dhoti I felt him at once — he was already completely hard. The thick, heavy shape of his cock pushed firmly against the soft curve of my ass and stayed there, throbbing with open need.
His arms came around my waist and he hugged me tightly from behind, drawing my body fully back against his so that my ass pressed into every hard inch of his cock. He lowered his head and kissed the side of my neck, slow and open-mouthed, while his hips gave a gentle grind that rubbed his hard cock against my ass.
“I can’t leave for a whole month without being inside you first,” he whispered against my neck, voice already rough with hunger.
“The bus is in less than an hour. I need to fuck you now.”
The words sent a sharp pulse of heat straight down between my legs. I was already missing him, and the thick proof of how much he needed me made the missing turn into urgent desire. From the living room I could hear the low voices of our three sons. The risk only heightened the heat. I reached back, turned off the stove, and let the ladle rest.
Then I stepped a little away from him, turned to face him, and looked into his eyes. My hands went to the hem of my white nighty. Slowly, deliberately, I began lifting it myself. I pulled my white nighty up over my thighs, over my hips, over my waist, over my white bra, and higher still until I drew it completely off my arms and over my head. I dropped my white nighty onto the kitchen floor and stood in front of him in only my white bra and my white panties.
“Then take me,” I said softly, my voice already thick.
“Before you go.”
His eyes moved over me with open hunger. He stepped close and hugged me fully. My heavy breasts crushed against his chest through the white bra and his white shirt. His hard cock pressed against my lower stomach through his white dhoti and my white panties. He kissed me deeply, tongue pushing into my mouth, while both hands grabbed my ass cheeks over the white panties and pulled me tightly against him. I kissed him back with the same urgency. One of his hands came up, pulled both cups of my white bra down, and freed my heavy breasts. He cupped them at once, squeezing the soft weight, brushing his thumbs over my tight nipples while he continued kissing me.
I was already extremely wet. The panel of my white panties clung to my pussy lips. He broke the kiss, turned me around to face the kitchen counter, and pushed my white panties down over my hips and ass until they rested around my knees. My clean-shaved pussy was now bare and open from behind. He opened the folds of his white dhoti, freed his thick, fully hard cock, and rubbed the swollen head between my wet pussy lips. Then he placed both hands on my hips, bent me forward slightly so my hands rested on the edge of the counter, and pushed into me in one deep, continuous thrust until he was buried to the root.

I was bent over the kitchen counter in a standing doggy position, my white panties stretched around my knees, my bare breasts hanging free under the pulled-down white bra, while my husband stood behind me and began to fuck me. He held my hips firmly and thrust hard and urgent, the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of my clean-shaved pussy filling the small kitchen. My heavy breasts swayed with every strong stroke. The pleasure built quickly inside me. I pushed back to meet him, already climbing toward release, the need sharp and deep after days of quiet missing.
But he was too excited, too desperate from the thought of the coming month and the short time left before the bus. After only a short while his rhythm suddenly became erratic. His hands tightened hard on my hips. A strained sound left his throat.
“I can’t hold it—” he gasped.

He drove into me as deep as he could and came prematurely. His cock throbbed powerfully as he flooded my clean-shaved pussy with thick, hot pulses of cum. I felt every spurt filling me, warm and heavy, yet my own orgasm was still only half-built. My pussy clenched around him in strong, frustrated need, still hungry, still far from release. He stayed buried inside me, breathing hard against my back, already beginning to soften, his cum deep and warm inside me.
I remained bent over the counter for several seconds, extremely horny, my body still aching and throbbing for the climax I had not reached. His cum was already starting to leak out around his cock and down my inner thighs. The unfinished pleasure sat heavily between my legs. Yet when I felt the shame and disappointment in the way he held my hips, I pushed my own frustration down.

Slowly I straightened. His cock slipped out of me as I rose, and more of his cum ran down my inner thighs. I bent, took hold of my white panties, and pulled them up from my knees. I settled them properly over my hips, feeling the warm wetness of his cum immediately soak into the panel and press against my still-throbbing pussy. Then I lifted the cups of my white bra and carefully put my heavy breasts back inside them, adjusting the bra so it sat correctly again on my chest. Only when both my white bra and my white panties were properly in place did I turn to face him.
He looked ashamed and disappointed in himself, his white dhoti still open, his cock glistening and softening. I stepped close, put both arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly. My body pressed fully against his. I could still feel how wet and unsatisfied I was, his cum slowly seeping into my white panties, the ache between my legs still sharp, but I pushed it aside and held him with care.
“It’s okay,” I whispered against his shoulder, my voice soft and steady.
“I love you. It’s alright. You needed it. I love you so much.”
I kept hugging him, one hand gently stroking the back of his neck, comforting him with quiet words even though my clean-shaved pussy was still swollen and wet, still desperately wanting the orgasm it had been so close to. His arms came around me slowly and he hugged me back, resting his face against the side of my head.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and full of regret.
“I wanted to last longer for you. I wanted you to finish too.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I answered, still hugging him, still gentle, even as the frustration continued to throb between my legs.
“I love you. That’s all that matters right now.”
We stood like that in the kitchen, my white bra and white panties properly in place, his cum warm and wet inside me and soaking into my panties, my body still extremely horny and unsatisfied, while I held him and comforted him with soft words of love.
That was when I opened my eyes and looked past his shoulder toward the doorway.
Standing there, completely frozen, were my three sons — Manish, Rakesh and Rahul — and Manish’s friend Kumar. All four of them were staring at us — at the way I was hugging my husband, at the white nighty still lying on the floor, at the clear knowledge of what had just happened only moments earlier.
The shock hit me like ice.
I broke the hug, snatched my white nighty from the floor, and pulled it over my head and down my body as fast as I could, covering myself completely.
“Out,” I said, my voice tight and breaking.
“Living room. All of you. Now.”
The four boys stumbled backward, faces flushed, and disappeared toward the living room. I stood in the kitchen with my white nighty back on, my husband’s cum still leaking into my white panties, my body still aching with unfinished need, and the soft words of love I had given him still hanging in the air between us.