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

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The pleasure inside me kept rising with every deep stroke of Kumar’s cock. What had started as reluctant responses from my body was now open, helpless enjoyment. My hips lifted to meet him without any hesitation. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper each time he thrust forward. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy filled the bedroom.

“This is wrong…” I still whispered, but the words had almost no force left.
“Kumar… we shouldn’t… ah…”
He kept the same thorough pace, burying himself completely with every stroke. My inner walls clenched around him greedily. Fresh wetness coated his cock and made each thrust smoother, deeper. My heavy breasts swayed and pressed against his chest. The friction of his grey t-shirt against my stiff nipples added another layer of sensation that made me arch my back.
My arms went around him fully now. I held him tightly, fingers pressing into the muscles of his back, no longer trying to push him away. Every time he drove his cock into me, a soft, broken sound escaped my throat. I turned my face into the side of his neck to muffle them, but they kept coming.
“You feel so good around me, Aunty…” Kumar murmured against my ear, his voice thick with pleasure.
“So warm… so tight… I can feel you gripping me every time.”
“Don’t say that…” I breathed, even as my pussy fluttered around his cock.
“This is still wrong… we have to stop…”
He only thrust deeper in response, grinding against my clit at the end of each stroke. The dual pressure — the thick fullness inside me and the steady rub against my swollen clit — made the heat coil tightly in my lower stomach. My thighs trembled around his waist. Soft, unwilling moans slipped out between my protests.
I was holding him as tightly as he was holding me. My body had completely surrendered to the rhythm. Every nerve between my legs felt alive and hungry. The unfinished ache from earlier was finally being answered, and the relief mixed with rising pleasure until I could barely think.
“Kumar…” I whispered, my voice shaky and wet against his neck.
“It’s wrong… it’s so wrong… but don’t stop yet…”
The last words came out before I could catch them. My hips kept moving with his, my pussy kept taking every inch of his cock, and the deep, building pleasure continued to strip away the last pieces of resistance while I clung to him on the bed.


The pleasure had climbed so high that my whole body felt tight and trembling under Kumar. His cock kept sliding in and out of my wet pussy with deep, steady strokes. Each time he pushed all the way in, the head rubbed against that sensitive place inside me and his lower stomach pressed against my swollen clit. Soft, broken sounds kept leaving my throat no matter how hard I tried to stay quiet. My legs were locked around his waist. My arms held him tightly. My heavy breasts moved against his chest with every thrust.
“This is wrong…” I still whispered, the words barely audible between shaky breaths.
“Kumar… we have to stop… I’m getting too close…”
He did not slow down. If anything, his thrusts became a little firmer, a little deeper, as if he could feel how near I was.
Then Sathyavathi’s voice came again from the front of the house, clearer and closer than before.
“Are you finished yet? We’re really getting late! Come out!”
The sound cut through the thick heat in the bedroom like a sudden shock. My eyes flew open. Panic mixed instantly with the deep, rising pleasure between my legs. My pussy clenched hard around Kumar’s cock in response.
“Five minutes!” I called back, my voice high and unsteady from the way he was still moving inside me.
“I’m coming… just five minutes!”
Kumar’s rhythm changed the moment he heard her. He lifted his head, listened for a second, then looked down at me with a new urgency in his eyes. He braced both hands on the bed beside my shoulders and began to thrust faster, shorter, deeper strokes that filled me completely each time.
“I need to finish, Aunty…” he whispered roughly against my ear, his breath hot.
“She’s right outside… I can’t hold it much longer…”
“No… wait… not yet…” I begged, even as my hips kept rising to meet every quick thrust.
“I’m so close… just a little more… please…”
My body was right on the edge. The faster pace made my clit throb under the repeated pressure of his stomach. My pussy gripped his cock tightly with every stroke. The wet sounds grew quicker and louder. Soft, desperate noises kept escaping my lips no matter how hard I bit them back. The risk of Sathyavathi walking in only made the heat sharper and more intense.
Kumar fucked me with short, urgent thrusts now, clearly chasing his own end. My heavy breasts swayed with the quicker rhythm. My fingers dug into his back. The coil of pleasure in my lower stomach tightened almost to breaking point.
“Kumar… I’m almost there…” I whispered, the words shaking.
“Don’t stop… just a little more…”
He kept driving into my wet pussy, faster and deeper, while Sathyavathi’s presence just beyond the walls made every second feel dangerous and unbearably hot at the same time.


Kumar’s cock kept sliding in and out of my wet pussy with deep, thorough strokes. Every time he pushed all the way in, the thick head rubbed firmly against the sensitive place inside me and his lower stomach pressed over my swollen clit. The pleasure had climbed so high that I was moving with him openly. My hips lifted to meet every thrust. My legs locked tightly around his waist. My arms held him close. Soft, broken sounds kept leaving my throat. My heavy breasts moved against his chest. My pussy gripped him greedily, wet and open, taking every inch.
I was so close.
“Kumar… just a little more…” I whispered, the words unsteady with need.
“I’m almost there… wait for me… please wait…”
I felt the change in him immediately. His breathing grew rougher. The rhythm of his hips faltered. Tension gathered in the muscles of his back under my hands. His cock felt even harder inside me, swelling and throbbing as he fought to hold back.
“Aunty…” he managed, voice strained.
“Your pussy… it’s too much… I can’t hold it…”
“Wait…” I begged, tightening my legs around him.
“Just a little longer… I’m so close… don’t cum yet…”
He tried. Every time my pussy clenched around his cock, a broken sound left his throat. He forced himself to keep thrusting, clearly struggling against the rising climax.
“It’s too good…” he whispered, almost desperate.
“You’re holding me so tightly… I can’t control it…”
“Please… just a few more seconds…” I breathed, hips still rising to meet him.
He lost the fight.
A rough, helpless groan tore from his throat — a deep, broken sound of pure release — as his hips jerked forward hard and he buried himself as deep as he could. His cock throbbed heavily inside me. Hot, thick spurts of his cum flooded my pussy in strong pulses. He kept pressing deep while he emptied himself, body shaking, that single low groan still vibrating against my neck.
The sudden warmth of his release sent a sharp jolt through me, but it was not enough. My own orgasm stayed just out of reach. My pussy clenched around his spurting cock, still hungry for more, while the thick heat of his cum filled me and my climax hovered unfinished and aching.
For a few seconds he stayed inside me, breathing hard. Then the guilt hit him.
“I’m sorry, Aunty…” he whispered, voice small and ashamed.
“I tried to wait… I really did… but your pussy was too much for me. I couldn’t hold it. I’m sorry I didn’t listen…”
I looked up at his face. The regret in his eyes was real. He was still a boy who had been completely overwhelmed. The frustration between my legs was sharp and heavy, yet something softer rose alongside it. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him down into a full hug while he was still half-inside me.
“It’s alright…” I murmured against the side of his neck, holding him.
“You’re still a boy. My pussy was too much for you. You tried. That’s enough.”
He stayed in my arms for a moment, still breathing unevenly, the last of his guilt and release mixing together, when a sudden sharp knock sounded on the bedroom door.
Sathyavathi’s voice came through the wood, clear and impatient.
“Are you ready or not? We’re getting late!”
The sound hit him like a shock. Fear flooded his face. He pulled out quickly. His cock slipped free, still half-hard and shiny with my wetness and his cum. A warm trickle of his release followed, leaking out of my pussy onto the sheets. He scrambled off the bed, snatched up his white dhoti and grey t-shirt, and moved straight to the back door of the bedroom. He opened it quietly and slipped out without looking back, disappearing toward the path behind the coconut-leaf bathroom.
I was left alone on the bed.
Naked. Legs still weakly open. Chest rising and falling rapidly. Heavy breasts moving with each unsteady breath. The empty, throbbing need between my legs felt sharper than before. The same unfinished ache my husband had left me with earlier had returned — only stronger now, mixed with the shame of what I had just done and the clear evidence of Kumar’s cum slowly seeping out of me.
I could not blame him.
He was still a boy. My pussy had been too much for him. He had tried to wait. He had struggled. In the end he could not hold back, and the sudden knock had given him no time for anything else.
From the living room Sathyavathi knocked again.
“Hurry up!”
I closed my eyes for a second, still throbbing and deeply unsatisfied, and forced my voice to answer.
“Two more minutes…”
I remained on the bed, the mixed wetness of his cum and my own arousal cooling between my thighs, more sexually frustrated than I had been when the whole afternoon began.


I stayed on the bed for a few more seconds after Kumar disappeared through the back door. My legs felt weak. Between my thighs the mixed wetness of his cum and my own arousal was still warm and sticky. The unfinished ache sat heavy and restless low in my stomach. I forced myself to sit up, then stand.
I picked up the white towel I had left earlier and wrapped it around my body, tucking the end firmly between my breasts so it stayed in place. The towel covered me from chest to mid-thigh. I stepped out through the back door and walked the short distance to the coconut-leaf bathroom again.

Inside, I let the towel fall and bathed quickly. I washed away the evidence of what had just happened — the sweat, the wetness, the traces of his cum that had leaked down my inner thighs. The cool water helped steady my breathing, but it did nothing to quiet the lingering throb between my legs. When I finished, I wrapped the same white towel around myself once more and walked back to the bedroom.
I closed the back door quietly behind me and stood for a moment in the middle of the room. My white bra from earlier still lay on the floor near the bed, along with my soaked white panties. I left my used white panties where they were and went to the small wooden cupboard. I opened it and took out a clean white bra. Then I searched for a fresh pair of panties and chose a maroon pair — soft, full-coverage, everyday hipster style.
I dropped the white towel onto the bed.

Standing naked in the quiet bedroom, I picked up my clean white bra first. I slipped my arms through the bra straps one after the other, then leaned forward slightly so that my heavy breasts settled fully into the cups. I reached behind my back with both hands, found the hooks, and fastened them one by one until my white bra sat firmly in place. The cups lifted and supported the weight of my breasts. I adjusted the bra straps on my shoulders so they lay flat and comfortable, then smoothed the underband against my ribs with my palms.

Next I took my maroon panties. I stepped into them with one foot, then the other. Holding the waistband with both hands, I pulled my maroon panties slowly up over my calves, over my knees, and along my thighs. When my maroon panties reached my hips, I tugged the waistband into place and adjusted the front panel so that it covered my pussy completely and sat smoothly against me. I ran my thumbs along the leg openings, making sure my maroon panties were not twisted, then gave one final pull at the waistband so they rested properly on my hips.
I was still settling my maroon panties into place with both hands when the bedroom door opened without a knock.
Sathyavathi stepped inside.