16-09-2026, 09:16 AM
He pushed up. The last of him went in.
“Kunal.”
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“Are you full now. Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Can you take more.”
She was already stretched as far as she could go. She did not know how more would fit.
“No.”
She clenched. More juice ran down him. She sat still, taking the size.
“That’s right. A girl like you needs a fill like mine. Now faster.”
He moved her hips. Her breasts hung over him. Her cunt took the whole shaft on every stroke.
“Yes. Yes.”
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“Finally. This innocent girl is training to fuck.”
“Yes.”
She rode down until her clit ground his root. He rolled a nipple.
“You won’t stop, will you. Say it.”
“God.”
She came on him, shaking, her cunt clutching the thick cock she was sitting on, juice running onto his hips. She fell forward onto his chest.
“I am not going to stop.”
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“Yes.”
“Feed me your boobs,” he whispered in her ear, his hands gripping her ass tighter.
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She pushed the breast into his mouth. He sucked, bit, and kept hold of her ass. Then he fucked up into her from below, short lifts, her body lying on his.
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“No more teasers. This is the main picture. Let that cock go deep. It’s yours tonight.”
He drove to the root.
“Kunal.”
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Her nails dug his chest. She clutched him and soaked him.
“Stay on it. I’m going to fill you again.”
“Yes.”
He held her hips down and thrust up, and came inside her, pulse after pulse.
“Kunal.”
“Keep it.”
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They breathed. She stayed on him, looking into his eyes. He looked into hers. They drifted to sleep like that.
She woke to the main door closing. Bright sun was on the bed. He was gone. She went to the hall. The computer was logged in. Three folders sat on the screen. Her hand went to the explicit one. She opened the subfolder with yesterday’s date.
Their sex was in it. She was on the table and he was taking her. It looked so beautiful that she lost time, sitting there, watching Kunal take her, frame after frame.
The main door opened. He had a small bag with him. She was sitting naked at the computer. He set the bag down, came and stood behind her, then he saw the screen.
“The cameras were auto clicking. I can delete it now.”
“Don’t.”
Then she opened an older date. A woman on a bed, playing with a dildo and other toys. That woman’s cunt was bald.
“Is this how women keep that place?”
She pointed at her own pussy.
“Most women do. But yours is beautiful.”
“I like that.”
He moved her to the bathroom. He sat her on the edge of the tub, knees open. The thick hair covered her cunt. He ran his fingers through it and tugged. She gasped. Her hand went down, and the ring on her finger caught in the hair. She pulled. It held.
“Are you sure? They are so natural.”
She lifted the stuck hand, the gold still in the bush.
“It gets caught in my ring. Please.”
He smiled, freed the ring, and took the trimmer from the shelf. She watched it buzz between her thighs. He held her open and trimmed a path, then the sides, then close around her lips. She held still. When he stopped, the bush was gone. She touched the smooth skin.
He turned the taps. Water rose around her calves. He got naked and stepped in. He held his hand out.
She laughed and slipped off the other side onto the tiles.
“Come here.”
He caught her waist and pulled her into the water. She yelped, still laughing, and tried to climb out. He drew her back by the hips. Then he soaped his hands and put them on her breasts. She went still. He washed her belly and the new bare cunt, his palm sliding on smooth skin. She let him. She took the soap and washed his chest, shy, and down to his cock. He kissed her mouth. She was smooth against his thigh when she pressed close. They stayed until the water cooled, then he dried her, and his hand passed once more over the bare pussy, just to feel it.
They came out of the bathroom. He looked at her, at the new bare cunt, and smiled.
“Want to see how your pussy is looking.”
She wanted to see it. The hair was gone and she had only touched it. She could not see it properly from above.
“Yes.”
He was gone into the hall and back with the camera before she had moved. She understood. The thought that had sat in her since those files, since he had talked of picture gifts, stood up fully. She had wanted to pose like that. She had told herself it would never be her. It was her now, and a lift went through her. She kept her face still.
“Won’t a mirror do.”
“No.”
He opened a new pack, a thick vibrator, and tossed it onto the bed. She looked at it, then at him. What was she supposed to do with this.
“Haven’t you masturbated.”
Of course she had. The nights in her room. Heat climbed her face.
“Yes.”
“What do you use.”
She would not sound like a girl who only had her hand. She had used something. She was proud of that.
“Carrot.”
“This is the carrot. Better.”
He pressed the button. It buzzed. He put it in her hand, laid her on the bed, and opened her legs wide, her arms out.
“Now use it.”
She ran it up and down her slit, the way she always had, and kept it outside.
“Is this how you use a carrot.”
The buzz sat on her clit and her hole stayed shut.
“Then how.”
He took the vibrator, set the buzzing head to her hole, and pushed. It went in. Her mouth opened. So this was how. All those nights the carrot had stayed outside.
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He watched it sink. Nothing had gone in her before last night. Not even that. The thought landed in him, warm.
He clicked. She held the pose, the toy in her, the new bare cunt toward the lens. She loved it. Last night’s pictures had already taken the fear. She turned when he asked, and let him take more.
She could have stayed on the bed. Hunger won.
“Are we done. I am starving.”
“Done.”
She went to the kitchen. He sat at the computer and loaded the frames, then came after her. He stood behind her as if to help with the roti. His cock slid between her ass cheeks and rubbed there.
It felt good. She wanted to lean back onto it. Her cunt was still swollen from the night.
“Yours will never go down, will it.”
“When you are with me, it never does. How about now.”
She wanted now. She wanted food more.
“No, I am really sore. I need food and rest.”
When the rotis were ready they sat at the dining table and ate. Then they came to the hall. The pictures were on the screen. She looked at her own pussy, smooth, new, pale, the lips finally visible.
He reached for the small bag and pulled out a pill.
“Why don’t you take this.”
She looked at it.
“What is this for.”
“We don’t want a baby, right.”
Junior college came back. She saw the sperm she had drawn in class, the diagrams of them swimming. For two weeks in the studio, constantly teased, she had wanted only her carnal needs. Everything else had slipped her mind yesterday. The pill made her see what she had ignored. Guilt started, and she kept it off her face. She put the pill on her tongue, swallowed it with water, and went to Rohan’s room.
Yesterday’s shirt was hanging. She put it on. It smelled of him. She lay on the bed, and the sheet smelled of him too. Guilt began to hurt, then his smell eased it, and she slept.
“Kunal.”
“Are you full now. Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Can you take more.”
She was already stretched as far as she could go. She did not know how more would fit.
“No.”
She clenched. More juice ran down him. She sat still, taking the size.
“That’s right. A girl like you needs a fill like mine. Now faster.”
He moved her hips. Her breasts hung over him. Her cunt took the whole shaft on every stroke.
“Yes. Yes.”
“Finally. This innocent girl is training to fuck.”
“Yes.”
She rode down until her clit ground his root. He rolled a nipple.
“You won’t stop, will you. Say it.”
“God.”
She came on him, shaking, her cunt clutching the thick cock she was sitting on, juice running onto his hips. She fell forward onto his chest.
“I am not going to stop.”
“Yes.”
“Feed me your boobs,” he whispered in her ear, his hands gripping her ass tighter.
She pushed the breast into his mouth. He sucked, bit, and kept hold of her ass. Then he fucked up into her from below, short lifts, her body lying on his.
“No more teasers. This is the main picture. Let that cock go deep. It’s yours tonight.”
He drove to the root.
“Kunal.”
Her nails dug his chest. She clutched him and soaked him.
“Stay on it. I’m going to fill you again.”
“Yes.”
He held her hips down and thrust up, and came inside her, pulse after pulse.
“Kunal.”
“Keep it.”
They breathed. She stayed on him, looking into his eyes. He looked into hers. They drifted to sleep like that.
She woke to the main door closing. Bright sun was on the bed. He was gone. She went to the hall. The computer was logged in. Three folders sat on the screen. Her hand went to the explicit one. She opened the subfolder with yesterday’s date.
Their sex was in it. She was on the table and he was taking her. It looked so beautiful that she lost time, sitting there, watching Kunal take her, frame after frame.
The main door opened. He had a small bag with him. She was sitting naked at the computer. He set the bag down, came and stood behind her, then he saw the screen.
“The cameras were auto clicking. I can delete it now.”
“Don’t.”
Then she opened an older date. A woman on a bed, playing with a dildo and other toys. That woman’s cunt was bald.
“Is this how women keep that place?”
She pointed at her own pussy.
“Most women do. But yours is beautiful.”
“I like that.”
He moved her to the bathroom. He sat her on the edge of the tub, knees open. The thick hair covered her cunt. He ran his fingers through it and tugged. She gasped. Her hand went down, and the ring on her finger caught in the hair. She pulled. It held.
“Are you sure? They are so natural.”
She lifted the stuck hand, the gold still in the bush.
“It gets caught in my ring. Please.”
He smiled, freed the ring, and took the trimmer from the shelf. She watched it buzz between her thighs. He held her open and trimmed a path, then the sides, then close around her lips. She held still. When he stopped, the bush was gone. She touched the smooth skin.
He turned the taps. Water rose around her calves. He got naked and stepped in. He held his hand out.
She laughed and slipped off the other side onto the tiles.
“Come here.”
He caught her waist and pulled her into the water. She yelped, still laughing, and tried to climb out. He drew her back by the hips. Then he soaped his hands and put them on her breasts. She went still. He washed her belly and the new bare cunt, his palm sliding on smooth skin. She let him. She took the soap and washed his chest, shy, and down to his cock. He kissed her mouth. She was smooth against his thigh when she pressed close. They stayed until the water cooled, then he dried her, and his hand passed once more over the bare pussy, just to feel it.
They came out of the bathroom. He looked at her, at the new bare cunt, and smiled.
“Want to see how your pussy is looking.”
She wanted to see it. The hair was gone and she had only touched it. She could not see it properly from above.
“Yes.”
He was gone into the hall and back with the camera before she had moved. She understood. The thought that had sat in her since those files, since he had talked of picture gifts, stood up fully. She had wanted to pose like that. She had told herself it would never be her. It was her now, and a lift went through her. She kept her face still.
“Won’t a mirror do.”
“No.”
He opened a new pack, a thick vibrator, and tossed it onto the bed. She looked at it, then at him. What was she supposed to do with this.
“Haven’t you masturbated.”
Of course she had. The nights in her room. Heat climbed her face.
“Yes.”
“What do you use.”
She would not sound like a girl who only had her hand. She had used something. She was proud of that.
“Carrot.”
“This is the carrot. Better.”
He pressed the button. It buzzed. He put it in her hand, laid her on the bed, and opened her legs wide, her arms out.
“Now use it.”
She ran it up and down her slit, the way she always had, and kept it outside.
“Is this how you use a carrot.”
The buzz sat on her clit and her hole stayed shut.
“Then how.”
He took the vibrator, set the buzzing head to her hole, and pushed. It went in. Her mouth opened. So this was how. All those nights the carrot had stayed outside.
He watched it sink. Nothing had gone in her before last night. Not even that. The thought landed in him, warm.
He clicked. She held the pose, the toy in her, the new bare cunt toward the lens. She loved it. Last night’s pictures had already taken the fear. She turned when he asked, and let him take more.
She could have stayed on the bed. Hunger won.
“Are we done. I am starving.”
“Done.”
She went to the kitchen. He sat at the computer and loaded the frames, then came after her. He stood behind her as if to help with the roti. His cock slid between her ass cheeks and rubbed there.
It felt good. She wanted to lean back onto it. Her cunt was still swollen from the night.
“Yours will never go down, will it.”
“When you are with me, it never does. How about now.”
She wanted now. She wanted food more.
“No, I am really sore. I need food and rest.”
When the rotis were ready they sat at the dining table and ate. Then they came to the hall. The pictures were on the screen. She looked at her own pussy, smooth, new, pale, the lips finally visible.
He reached for the small bag and pulled out a pill.
“Why don’t you take this.”
She looked at it.
“What is this for.”
“We don’t want a baby, right.”
Junior college came back. She saw the sperm she had drawn in class, the diagrams of them swimming. For two weeks in the studio, constantly teased, she had wanted only her carnal needs. Everything else had slipped her mind yesterday. The pill made her see what she had ignored. Guilt started, and she kept it off her face. She put the pill on her tongue, swallowed it with water, and went to Rohan’s room.
Yesterday’s shirt was hanging. She put it on. It smelled of him. She lay on the bed, and the sheet smelled of him too. Guilt began to hurt, then his smell eased it, and she slept.
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