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

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Then the stool shifted under my feet.

My balance broke. My feet slipped on the edge of the stool. A short, startled sound left my throat as my body fell backward and sideways.
Kumar’s hands were already on my waist, so instead of catching me cleanly he came down with me. His arms wrapped tightly around my back in a full hug. Instinctively my own arms went up and locked around his neck, holding on to him as we fell. We went down together, still locked in the complete embrace — my arms around his neck, his arms around my back — and the momentum began to roll us across the floor.
Kumar kept the rolling going.

He turned us over again… and again… using each roll to press his body more firmly against mine. Because my arms stayed wrapped around his neck, our faces stayed close and our chests stayed tightly pressed together. Each time we rolled, his hips pushed between my thighs, the hard shape of his cock inside his white dhoti rubbing strongly against my pussy through the white nighty and my white panties. One of his hands slid down and grabbed my ass cheek through the white nighty, squeezing it and pulling my hips into him with every turn.
He was enjoying himself.

The innocent expression stayed on his face, but his body used every roll. He kept us turning across the floor several more times, each one giving him another long, deliberate rub of his hard cock against my pussy and another firm squeeze of my ass cheek. My arms remained around his neck the entire time, keeping the hug unbroken. My legs had spread open from the repeated rolling. The thick ridge of his cock dragged up and down against my pussy lips again and again. Wetness gathered quickly inside my white panties.
My husband had come inside me too quickly only an hour ago. The unfinished need was still sitting low and restless in my body. Every time Kumar’s hard cock rubbed against my pussy during the rolling, that leftover hunger woke stronger and stronger. My pussy lips softened and parted under the repeated friction. Wetness spread against my white panties. My breath grew short against the side of his neck. Soft, involuntary sounds began to leave my throat with each roll.
I hated myself for it.
I hated that my body was reacting to this young man from the orphanage. I hated that the unfinished need my husband had left in me only an hour ago was making my pussy wet against Kumar’s cock. I hated the soft sounds I could not stop. But my body did not care about my shame. It kept responding — growing wetter, softer, more sensitive — with every deliberate rub of his hard cock and every squeeze of my ass cheek.
When the rolling finally stopped, I was on my back and Kumar was fully on top of me.
My legs remained spread wide around his hips. My arms were still around his neck. His cock, hard and thick inside the white dhoti, stayed pressed tightly against my pussy, still rubbing slowly with every breath. One hand continued grabbing my ass cheek through the white nighty, keeping my hips pulled up against him. The grey t-shirt he wore was warm against my heavy breasts through the white nighty and white bra.
Kumar looked down at me with that same cheeky, almost innocent expression, as if all the extra rolling had been accidental.
“Careful, Aunty…” he said softly, his voice light and playful, even as his hips gave another slow, deliberate press, dragging his hard cock firmly along my pussy.
“You nearly fell badly. I’ve got you now.”
His fingers squeezed my ass cheek again, and his cock rubbed once more against my wet pussy through the white nighty and white panties. My arms were still around his neck. I hated the way my body answered him, but the heat my husband had left unfinished only an hour ago continued to betray me, making my pussy wetter and more open under the young man who was taking full advantage of every second while still pretending it was only concern.


Kumar stayed on top of me, my legs still spread wide around his hips, my arms still loosely around his neck. The hard, thick shape of his cock inside the white dhoti remained pressed firmly against the soft mound of my pussy through the white nighty and my white panties. Instead of getting up, he began to move his hips more deliberately.
He rubbed his cock slowly upward along my pussy, dragging the thick, rigid ridge from the lower part of my pussy lips all the way over the sensitive upper part, then dragged it back down again. The friction was steady, heavy, and impossible to ignore. Each long stroke pressed the hard shape of his cock deeply against me through the white dhoti, the thin white nighty and the already damp panel of my white panties. I felt every inch of the movement. The repeated rubbing made the wetness inside my white panties spread quickly until the soft cloth clung to my clean-shaved pussy lips.
“Are you okay, Aunty?” he asked, his voice soft and full of concern, almost innocent.
“You fell quite hard. Does anything hurt? Can you move?”
“I’m fine,” I managed, my voice already unsteady.
“Let me get up now.”
I tried to push at his shoulders with both hands and close my thighs. My body refused to cooperate fully. The unfinished need my husband had left inside me only an hour ago was still raw and restless. Every slow rub of Kumar’s hard cock against my pussy fed that hunger at once. My pussy lips felt swollen and overly sensitive. More wetness leaked out against the white panties. A weak, helpless heat spread low through my stomach and down the inner sides of my thighs. My push against his shoulders grew softer.
Kumar did not move off me.
He kept the same polite, almost worried expression on his face while his hips continued their slow, cheeky grinding. He rubbed his cock upward again, pressing harder this time so that the thick ridge dragged firmly over my clit through the white nighty and white panties, then slid it back down, grinding the full length against my pussy lips. The repeated, deliberate friction pulled soft, involuntary sounds from my throat. My arms, which had started to push him away, lost their strength and slipped back around his neck, holding on more than resisting.
“Just relax, Aunty,” he murmured, his voice still gentle and caring even as he ground his hard cock more openly against my pussy.
“You are shaking. I’ve got you. Don’t try to get up too fast. Your body needs a moment.”

He tightened both arms around me in a full, possessive hug, pulling my body more completely against his. One hand slid under my lower back and grabbed my ass cheek firmly through the white nighty, fingers sinking into the soft round flesh and holding my hips in place so that my pussy stayed pressed tightly against the hard ridge of his cock. He kept rubbing — long, slow strokes up and down, sometimes small tight circles that dragged the head of his cock over the most sensitive part of my pussy again and again — using the entire thick length inside the white dhoti to stroke me through the white nighty and the wet white panties.
My body grew weaker with every pass.
The heat between my legs became heavier, thicker, more demanding. My clean-shaved pussy felt open and swollen. The white panties were now clearly wet, the damp cloth sticking to my pussy lips and moving with every rub of his cock. My heavy breasts rose and fell faster against his grey t-shirt, nipples tight inside the white bra. My thighs, still spread wide around his hips, trembled and then loosened further, giving him even more room. I tried once more to speak and push him away, but the words came out soft and broken against the side of his neck.
“Kumar… I said I’m fine… please let me—”
He only hugged me tighter and rubbed his cock more firmly against my pussy, the thick shape sliding wetly over the soaked panel of my white panties. The friction was constant now, steady and purposeful. Each upward stroke dragged over my clit; each downward stroke pressed the full length of his hard cock against my open pussy lips. The unfinished hunger from an hour ago mixed with the relentless rubbing until my resistance began to melt completely.
“Shhh, Aunty… just relax,” he whispered near my ear, still sounding almost gentle and concerned.
“Your body is still shocked from the fall. Stay like this for a minute. I’ve got you. Don’t fight it.”
He continued the slow, cheeky grinding without pause, rubbing his hard cock all over my pussy in long, deliberate strokes, sometimes pressing deeper so I could feel the full thickness through the white dhoti and the wet white panties. My arms stayed around his neck more from helplessness than choice. My hips began to give small, involuntary movements, rising slightly to meet the next rub even while my mind hated it. Soft, shaky breaths and quiet, broken sounds left my mouth against the side of his neck with every pass of his cock.
I hated how wet I had become.
I hated how weak my body felt under him.
I hated that the need my husband had left unfinished only an hour ago was making me respond so openly to this young man.
But my pussy stayed soft, open and wet against the hard ridge of his cock, and every slow, deliberate rub only made me weaker and more helpless in his arms.
He was still pretending to be only concerned.
Yet his cock never stopped rubbing against my pussy, and both of us could feel how completely my body was answering him.


Kumar kept me pinned beneath him on the floor, my legs still spread wide around his hips, my arms weak and trembling around his neck. The hard, thick shape of his cock inside the white dhoti remained pressed tightly against my pussy. Instead of stopping, he began to rub it more deliberately — long, slow strokes that dragged the rigid ridge from the bottom of my pussy lips all the way up over my swollen clit, then back down again in a wet, heavy slide. Each movement pressed through the white dhoti, the thin white nighty and the already soaked panel of my white panties. The friction was constant and deep. Every upward stroke made my clit throb; every downward stroke spread more of my wetness across the cloth until the white panties clung completely to my clean-shaved pussy lips.
“Don’t worry, Aunty,” he murmured near my ear, his voice soft, warm and full of gentle concern even as his hips kept working.
“I’m here for you. You don’t have to handle everything alone.”
He rubbed his cock upward again, pressing harder this time so that the full thick length ground firmly against my open pussy, then dragged it slowly downward, letting me feel every inch of the hard shape. The wet sound of the soaked white panties moving under his cock was faint but clear in the quiet room.
“I will always be there to help you,” he continued, lowering his mouth to the side of my neck.
“Whatever you need… whenever you need it. You can count on me.”
His lips opened against my neck and began to kiss me — slow, warm, lingering kisses that started just below my ear and moved downward along the sensitive skin. He kissed the same spot more than once, letting his mouth stay soft and open, while his cock never stopped its steady rubbing between my legs. The combination of his wet mouth on my neck and the thick, continuous friction against my pussy pulled soft, shaky sounds from my throat. My fingers tightened weakly around the back of his neck.
“I’ll be a good friend to you, Aunty,” he whispered against my skin, his breath hot.
“A real friend. Someone who stays close… someone who takes care of you when no one else is around.”
He kissed the shell of my ear, then the soft, sensitive skin right behind it, while his hips rolled in a slow, unbroken rhythm. His cock dragged up and down over my pussy in long, purposeful strokes, sometimes shifting into tight little circles that focused the hard ridge directly on my clit. The white panties were so wet now that they offered almost no barrier; I could feel the heat and the exact shape of his cock through them with every pass. My pussy felt swollen, open and throbbing. The unfinished need my husband had left in me only an hour ago had become a heavy, rising pressure that was climbing steadily higher.
I tried to hide how close I was.
“Kumar… please… get up,” I said, forcing my voice to stay as steady as I could.
“This is enough… let me go… please.”
My hands pushed at his shoulders, but there was almost no strength left in my arms. At the same time my hips gave small, involuntary movements that I tried to stop, meeting the next rub of his cock even as I pretended I felt nothing more than discomfort. I kept my face turned slightly away, trying not to let him see how flushed I had become, trying not to let the soft sounds in my throat grow any louder. I was determined not to show him that the constant rubbing was taking me near the edge.
“Shhh, Aunty… just relax,” he whispered, kissing my neck again while he ground his cock more firmly against me.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Let me take care of you. You’re safe with me.”
He hugged me tighter, both arms wrapping fully around my back, one hand sliding down to grab my ass cheek through the white nighty and hold my hips firmly in place. With my ass pulled upward, my pussy stayed pressed tightly against the hard ridge of his cock so he could keep stroking me without interruption. He rubbed in long, wet drags — up over my clit, down along my open pussy lips, then up again — steady and relentless. My breathing had grown short and uneven against the side of his neck. My thighs trembled around his hips. Soft, broken sounds still escaped me no matter how hard I tried to swallow them.

I was getting closer, but I refused to let him know.
“Please… Kumar… get up now,” I repeated, my voice tighter than before.
“I’m fine… you can stop… please.”
Even while I spoke, my arms stayed around his neck, my legs stayed spread around his hips, and my wet pussy kept pressing up against the hard shape of his cock inside the white dhoti. He continued to hold me, kiss my neck and ears, and rub himself against me with that same gentle, caring voice, taking me higher and higher while I kept pretending that none of it was affecting me the way it truly was.