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

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Kumar did not wait at the window any longer.

He stepped to the side, pushed open the small woven coconut-leaf door, and walked straight into the bathroom. The narrow space suddenly felt much smaller. He stood only an arm’s length away from me, still holding the front of his white dhoti up with one hand so that his hard, fully erect cock remained completely exposed. The head was flushed and already shiny at the tip. His underwear lay discarded on the ground just outside where he had dropped it earlier.
“Put your underwear back on,” I said at once, my voice low and shaky.
“You can’t stand here like that.”
Kumar slowly let the white dhoti fall back around his hips, but he made no move to pick up the underwear. The thin white dhoti settled loosely against him, and the clear, heavy outline of his hard cock pushed strongly against the front of it with nothing underneath. The knowledge that he was completely uncovered under the white dhoti sent a fresh, sharp pulse of heat straight between my legs. My pussy throbbed hard against the soaked white panties. My nipples tightened into stiff points inside the white bra.
“It’s okay, Aunty,” he said softly, taking one slow step closer, his tone still polite and almost shy.
“It will only get in the way. This is fine.”
The sight of the white dhoti tented so clearly by his naked cock, and the quiet, innocent way he spoke while standing there uncovered, made the heat inside me surge. My breathing grew short. Before I fully realised what I was doing, I lifted both arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck.
I pulled him into me.

Kumar’s arms closed around my waist at once, drawing me into a complete, tight embrace. My heavy breasts pressed fully against his chest through the white bra and his grey t-shirt. The hard, naked shape of his cock pushed firmly against my lower stomach and the soft upper mound of my pussy through the thin white dhoti and my wet white panties. There was almost nothing left between us.
“Aunty…” he whispered against the side of my neck, the word soft and respectful, as if he were still only comforting me.
His hands began to move with quiet cheekiness while he kept the innocent tone. One palm slid slowly up and down my back, fingers tracing the curve of my waist, then returning upward. The other hand drifted lower, cupping one full ass cheek over the white panties, squeezing gently, then stroking upward along my side until his fingers brushed the undercurve of my heavy breast through the white bra. He repeated the path — slower each time — letting his fingers linger just a little longer on my ass, on the soft side of my breast, on the warm skin of my waist. Every touch was careful and polite on the surface, yet clearly designed to feed the heat already burning between my legs.
“You feel so warm, Aunty…” he murmured, still sounding almost concerned, while his hand squeezed my ass cheek again and his hard cock rubbed slowly against my pussy through the wet white panties.
“Is this helping? You were trembling earlier…”
I struggled to control myself.
My mind tried to form the words to stop him, to remind myself of where I was and what I was doing, but the thoughts kept slipping away. The thick ridge of his naked cock dragged across my swollen pussy lips with every small movement. His fingers kept exploring my back, my waist, the curve of my ass, the soft underside of my breast. The unfinished ache that had been sitting inside me for over an hour now took over completely. My husband, the promise, the guilt — all of it faded under the steady, rising heat. My pussy throbbed and grew even wetter against the white panties. My nipples ached inside the white bra. Soft, helpless sounds began to escape my throat no matter how hard I tried to stay quiet.
I hugged him tighter, pressing my heavy breasts harder against his chest and pushing my soaked pussy more openly against the hard shape of his cock. Kumar responded by hugging me closer, his hands growing a little bolder while his voice stayed soft and innocent.
“It’s alright, Aunty…” he whispered, kissing the side of my neck as one hand slowly stroked up and down the full curve of my ass.
“Just stay like this. I’ve got you.”
I was no longer thinking about anything else.
The only thing left was the heat of his body, the hard press of his cock, the slow, cheeky path of his hands, and the deep, shameless need that had finally drowned out every other voice inside me.


Kumar’s lips stayed close to my ear while he continued hugging me tightly. My heavy breasts were still pressed against his chest, the wet white panties rubbing against the hard shape of his cock through the white dhoti. Then he whispered, his voice soft and almost accusing.
“Look what you have done to me, Aunty…”
Before I could answer, he leaned back just enough to lift the front of his white dhoti with one hand. His hard, fully erect cock sprang free again, thick and flushed, the head shiny and already leaking. The sudden sight of it so close made my breath catch.
“This is because of you,” he murmured, still sounding polite and almost shy.
“From the moment I hugged you… from seeing you in only your bra and panties… it won’t go down.”
My hand moved before I could stop it.
I wrapped my fingers around his erect cock. The heat of it surprised me — smooth, hard, and throbbing gently against my palm. Shock and a sharp rush of horniness hit me at the same time. My pussy clenched hard against the soaked white panties. My nipples tightened inside the white bra. My knees weakened for a second and I had to lean more of my weight against him to stay upright.
Kumar’s breath shuddered. He kept the white dhoti lifted with one hand and slowly closed his other hand over mine.

“Just like that, Aunty…” he whispered, guiding my fingers to move.
“Stroke it slowly… please…”
He made my hand slide upward along the thick cock, then back down. The skin moved under my palm. A clear drop of wetness smeared across my thumb. My own body reacted instantly — another heavy pulse of heat between my legs, more wetness soaking into the white panties. My thighs trembled. I struggled to keep my legs steady; the rising arousal made my knees feel soft and unreliable.
“No…” I whispered, even as my hand kept moving under his gentle guidance.
“You did this to yourself. You came into the bathroom… you lifted your dhoti… you wanted me to see it.”
“Please, Aunty,” he begged softly, still keeping that innocent tone while he made me stroke him again.
“You’re the reason it’s like this. If you hadn’t hugged me so tightly… if you hadn’t looked so beautiful in your bra and panties… it wouldn’t be this hard. Just help me a little.”
“Don’t put this on me,” I said, my voice shaking even as my fingers continued the slow up-and-down motion.
“You planned it. From the moment you held my waist on the stool… from the way you kept rubbing against me… you wanted this. You did it for yourself.”
My legs were beginning to fail me. Each stroke of his thick cock in my hand sent another wave of heat downward until my pussy throbbed so strongly that I had to press my thighs together to stay standing. The wet white panties slipped against my swollen lips with every tiny movement. I leaned heavier into Kumar’s chest, using his body to keep myself upright while my hand kept working on him.
Kumar leaned closer, his forehead almost touching mine, still guiding my hand with light pressure. His cock throbbed in my palm.

“Maybe I did want to be close to you…” he admitted quietly, still sounding soft and almost shy.
“But it only got this hard because of how you felt against me… how wet your panties were… how you hugged me back. Please don’t stop. It feels so good when you stroke it like this.”
“I should stop,” I whispered, even as my hand kept moving.
“This is what you wanted all along. You kept tempting me until I gave in.”
My knees buckled slightly. I gripped his shoulder with my free hand and locked my arm around his neck more tightly just to stay on my feet. The heat between my legs had become so intense that standing felt difficult. Every slow stroke of his cock made my pussy clench and my thighs shake. Soft, unsteady breaths left my mouth against the side of his neck.

“Just a little more…” he murmured, his breath warm against my cheek.
“You’re already doing it so perfectly… please, Aunty… help me.”
I kept blaming him under my breath, the words mixed with soft, broken breaths, while my fingers continued stroking the full length of his erect cock. My heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly inside the white bra. The wet white panties clung to my pussy as fresh waves of heat kept rolling through me, making my legs weaker and weaker. I was still arguing with him, still saying it was his fault, yet my hand refused to stop and my body kept trembling with the effort of simply remaining standing while the shameless arousal took over completely.