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

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The quiet between us lasted only a little longer.

Arjun finally shifted his weight. His cock, still half-hard and slick with our mixed cum, slowly slid out of my pussy. I felt the sudden emptiness and the warm rush of his cum following it, spilling out of me onto the yellow saree. A soft sound left my throat at the loss. He stayed kneeling between my open thighs for a moment, looking down at the mess he had left — my pussy swollen, glistening, and slowly leaking his cum.
Before he could move away, I sat up.
I reached for his cock gently. My fingers wrapped lightly around the base. It was still warm and wet with both of us. I looked up at his face as I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth.
The taste of our mixed cum spread across my tongue — salty, thick, intimate. I closed my lips around the swollen head of his cock and sucked slowly, softly, cleaning it with careful strokes of my tongue.
Arjun’s breathing changed at once. One of his hands came to rest on the back of my head, not pushing, just holding. His fingers moved slowly through my hair.
“Sudha…” he murmured, voice low and rough.
“You don’t have to do this…”
I pulled back just enough to speak, my lips still brushing the wet head of his cock.
“I want to,” I whispered.
“You filled me so much… I want to taste us. Is that okay?”
He looked down at me for a second, something soft and conflicted in his eyes.
“Yes,” he answered quietly.
“It’s more than okay.”
I took his cock into my mouth again, slower this time. My tongue moved carefully along the underside of his cock, collecting every bit of our cum. I sucked softly on the head of his cock, then took it a little deeper, cleaning it with quiet, loving attention.
“That feels… gentle,” he said, his voice lower now.
“No one has ever touched me like this after…”
I released his cock just long enough to answer, still holding the base.
“I don’t want to rush,” I whispered.
“I want to remember how we taste together.”
Then I took his cock back into my mouth, sucking softly, thoroughly, as if the rest of the world could wait. The act felt more intimate than anything that had come before — quiet, almost loving. For those few moments the plan, the Goddess idol, and everything waiting outside remained far away. There was only the taste of his cock mixed with both of us, the soft sound of my mouth on it, and the way his fingers continued to stroke my hair.
When I finally released his cock, a thin string of saliva and cum briefly connected my lower lip to the head before it broke. I sat back on my heels, still looking up at him, my lips slightly shiny, the taste of us still on my tongue.
Arjun stared down at me for a long second. His thumb brushed gently across my lower lip, wiping away a small trace of our cum.
“You’re going to make it very hard for me to leave,” he said quietly.
I did not answer with words. I only looked up at him, still tasting us, still holding the quiet, dangerous feeling that had opened in my chest while his cock was inside me.


I remained sitting on the yellow saree for a moment longer after releasing his cock.
His cum was still warm and thick inside my pussy. Every small shift of my hips made a little more of it leak out and run down between my thighs onto the yellow saree. My legs felt sticky with it. The taste of us was still on my tongue. I reached first for my white bra, which lay nearby on the stone.
My hands were not completely steady.

I slipped the straps of the white bra over my shoulders one at a time. The cups of the white bra settled over my breasts. I adjusted them carefully, feeling the weight of my breasts fill the white bra, the nipples still slightly sensitive from earlier. Reaching behind my back, I fastened the hooks with a quiet click. The white bra sat snugly against me, covering what Arjun’s mouth and hands had touched only a short while ago.
I looked up at him while I reached for the maroon panties.
“Did you enjoy me?” I asked softly.
“Really enjoy me… the way you wanted all these years?”
Arjun was still standing in front of me, black shorts already pulled up. His eyes moved over my body as I held the maroon panties in my hands.

“Yes,” he answered, his voice low.
“More than I expected. Your pussy… the way you came around my cock… the way you let me fill you… I enjoyed every second of it.”
A small warmth spread through my chest at his words. I gathered the maroon panties at my feet and slowly drew them up my legs. The maroon panties slid over my sticky thighs, brushing against the wet trails of cum that had run down my skin. When they reached my hips, I paused for a second.
“I enjoyed you too,” I said quietly, still looking at him.
“I didn’t expect to feel it this much.”
I pulled the maroon panties the rest of the way up. The thin cloth settled against my still-swollen, cum-filled pussy. The moment the maroon panties pressed against me, another slow trickle of his cum soaked into them. I adjusted the maroon panties carefully with both hands, aware of the warm wetness spreading against the cloth.

“You’re still leaking me,” Arjun said, his eyes on the darkening centre of the maroon panties.
“I can see it.”
I did not try to hide it.
“I know,” I answered softly.
“I can feel it… all of it still inside me.”

I left the rest of my clothes — the yellow blouse, the white petticoat, the yellow saree — where they were for now and stood up slowly. My legs felt a little weak. The maroon panties clung damply between my thighs. The white bra held my breasts as I straightened. I was now standing in only the white bra and maroon panties on the cum-stained yellow saree, the taste of us still in my mouth, the heat of his cum still slowly leaking out of my pussy into the maroon panties, and the quiet, dangerous feeling in my chest still very much alive as I looked at Arjun.