Yesterday, 06:48 PM
She climbed off him and picked the pouch up from the floor. She came back onto the bed and held it out.
“Tear it.”
She tore the foil. The rubber sat in her palm.
“This side up.”
She set it on the head.
“Roll it down. Are you liking it.”
She rolled it down the shaft with both hands. “Yes.”
“Want to make love to my cock.”
“No. You do it.”
She lay on her back beside him.
He got off the bed and pulled her by the hips until her ass hung off the mattress, the open edge under her. He put her left foot on the floor. He hooked her right leg up along his side, her calf against him, and stood between her thighs. The condom shone on the iron rod. He put the head to her pussy and looked at her.
“Say fuck.”
She stared at him. “Fuck.”
He pushed. The fat head opened her and she took it with a sound in her throat. He gave her more, then more, until her hips hung on him and the rubber was in to the root. She pushed up on the foot and met him.
“That’s it. Use that leg. Come up the cock.”
She pushed again. Her pussy climbed the shaft and sat on it. He drew back until the head tugged her from inside, then drove in so deep her ass left the bed. She felt him in her belly.
“Ah. Fuck.”
“Louder. I am fucking you. Say it.”
“You are fucking me.”
He held her hip with one hand and her raised thigh with the other. Her foot shoved her onto him each time he came forward, her tits jumping, her mouth open. Juice from her ran down onto the condom and made a sound when his stomach hit her.
“What do you want.”
“That cock.”
Her foot slipped. He waited, still buried, until she found the floor and lifted. The lift took him deeper. She clutched his arm.
He put her raised leg higher, almost to his chest, and leaned over her, driving down into the hang. She met him from below. She came on that, her pussy locking on him. He stayed buried and drove. Sweat ran off his jaw onto her breasts. The foot on the floor shook and still pushed.
“Good. Your pussy is eating it. Don’t stop lifting.”
“Fuck. Don’t stop.”
Her heel dug at the floor. He felt her through the condom, pulling. He put his mouth on her breast, kept his hips on her, and came in the rubber, buried, her leg still up his side.
He stayed in her. Her foot stayed on the floor. She held his arm and breathed.
“Say it once more.”
“Fuck,” she said, and she was smiling.
He drew out of her, pushed her up the bed to the middle, and lay on his side next to her. His cock was going soft inside the condom. A white bubble of his cum sat in the tip. He pointed at it.
“See what you did.”
She laughed. “Your Tyson is dead now.”
“Tyson aa. It is resting. Will be ready any time for the next match.”
“My pussy can’t carry any more punches.”
“You don’t know your pussy. It is one hungry cat. I am going to call it my Catherine.”
“Whatever. But this much has come out of your Tyson.”
“Don’t just look. Take it off.”
She took the ring and rolled the condom off. Her hand turned toward the bin. He caught her wrist, took the rubber, and pushed her onto her back. He tipped the bubble over both breasts. The cum poured out and lay on them.
“Gross. What are you doing.”
She tried to sit up. He already had her wrists, and he laid his leg across her hip and held her on the bed.
“Good girls love cum. Smell it.”
She pulled at his hands. His leg kept her hip on the bed. She felt the cum slide on her breasts and pool between them. She gave up and rested. The smell was not so bad. The cum was on her skin, not inside her. It could not make a baby, so she had no reason to fear it.
He saw her still. He set both her palms on her breasts.
“Rub them.”
“Why.”
“Cathy earned it. Use it.”
“No.”
“Come on.”
He moved her palms through it. She followed. The cum was warm under her hands, and the foul smell came to her like a costly perfume. He lifted his hands off hers. She kept rubbing the load over her chest.
“Happy. Now let me bath.”
He held her in. “You rest after a good fuck. Don’t bath.”
He let go.
She could get up and wash. He was already going to sleep. Getting up would disappoint him, and her body was heavy. She turned in and held him tight, his bicep between her breasts, one thigh over his hip against the soft cock, her head on his shoulder. She slept.
Kunal woke in the dark. She was naked against his arm. The arm lay down the middle of her, between her breasts and along her belly, and her pussy rested on the back of his palm.
He took his phone in his free hand, ordered dinner, and told them to leave it at the door. He put the phone down and looked at her.
He heard the parking gate open, then footsteps in the corridor. A few minutes later the gate shut and a bike left.
He pinched her ass.
“What.”
“Food is outside. Go pick it.”
She looked at the clock. She was starving. She went to the hall. Her clothes were still a wet pile. She felt the thrill again. She opened the door a little. The road was empty. She stepped out, picked up the parcel, and stepped back in at once. It was a game inside the game, and she loved the rush.
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She set the food on the table and went to Rohan’s room. She opened his cupboard, took his vest and his briefs, and put them on. When she came out, an IPL match was running. Kunal was on the sofa. She sat down with him and they ate.
“How was the US.”
“One hell of a ride.”
“Looks like someone did not want to come back at all.”
“With Rohan and you here, how can I stay there long.”
“You should have shot a lot there.”
He turned the computer on and opened Leela’s shoot first.
“Mature. And still beautiful.”
“At forty you will be even more beautiful.”
“I wish.”
He moved on to the night party. Bodies were in groups on the floor and against the walls, mouths on bodies, cocks in women, women on women. She leaned in.
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“What is happening here.”
“My clients have strip clubs all over that country. These parties are for their rich friends.”
She stopped his hand on one frame. Leela had a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass, and she held two more, one in each fist.
“Is this not Leela.”
“Yes. She is one active dynamo.”
“Her husband will feel bad, no.”
“He is in the background, fucking that black girl.” He pointed. Aarav was behind her, buried in the other woman.
“Really.”
“Their life. Love one side. Lust the other side. Who are we to judge.”
She had Rohan’s vest on, and she was sitting with his friend. Who was she to judge Leela.
“Ok. But that is too much.”
“No one asked you to do that. She likes it. That is enough.”
The cocks in the frames were not one size. Some were thick. Some were shorter. Some hung heavy past a navel.
“These are not the same size.”
“It varies. All give the same pleasure only.”
“So many naked girls. Did you do anything with them.”
“My bed was always full. Different girls, different days.”
He lied. He wanted her to want him. He did not want her to love him.
“Oh. Then I am just one of many.”
“No. See. You are the only one I had without a condom. So I have had sex only with you.”
“You and your logic.”
“So today we did not have sex. I am still a one-nighter.”
“About that. I need a promise. Please. Do not say no.”
“Ok.”
“This is the last. I slipped. I cannot anymore. I love Rohan.”
“This is nothing to do with love.”
“Still. Can you please promise.”
“Ok. I promise if.”
“What if.”
“We go back to where we were before that heavenly Friday.”
“We are friends. Always.”
“No. You know I did not mean that.”
“Ok. You can have those kisses.”
“We can. We.”
“Yes. Friendly kisses.”
“Deal.”
“Ok. Deal. Now drop me home.”
He held out a denim crop top and a pair of denim shorts.
“Really. This.”
“We will wear helmets.”
The top stopped above her navel. The shorts sat high on her thighs. She put them on while he watched.
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He took her to the back door. He caught her hand before she went in.
“You promised.”
She came close, put her hands around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth.
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“Happy.”
“Yes.”
“I am going.”
“You can take my promise back anytime.”
She laughed.
“Never happening.”
She ran toward the house.
Monday evening Rohan parked where he could see the campus gate. He had come to surprise her, and he was looking for the sad girl from the call. Students were heading for the auto stand. Then he saw her in that line, walking for an auto, and her face was glowing. He held the wheel and stared. Was he seeing it right. Ten days apart might have made her more beautiful.
She saw the car. Her face lit, and she left the autos. She climbed in and shut the door. Their mouths met at once, and they stayed on each other’s lips.
“I missed you.”
“I missed more.”
“Let’s go to the park. Tell me all the village news.”
They sat in the park and he told her. The rites were done. The papers had taken the rest of the days. Ma was tired and still feeding anyone who came to the house. Isha kept asking. She was easy beside him, and he was happy. The sadness from the call was not on her.
At her building he stopped.
“How many days of work are left.”
“Lab audits should be over by tomorrow. Time to head back to prison.”
He wanted to ask her to move into his room. Kunal should hear it first.
“Ok. We will talk tomorrow.”
Rohan came into the hall. Kunal was on the sofa. Rohan asked about the US. Kunal answered in short pieces. He was working out how to say the second time. His eyes stayed on his knee. Rohan watched him. He had never seen Kunal look down.
Kunal took a breath. “She asked. The second time. We did it.”
Rohan sat. He had meant to speak first, to ask if she could move into his room. What Kunal said was out of syllabus. On many nights after her birthday he had thought of her having Kunal again. Kunal’s rule was that only she could ask. Rohan could not see her asking, and Kunal not coming back to India made it worse. He forgot that and started dreaming of their Goa honeymoon. He was only now seeing how the signature had become the second chance.
“One thing. If you say no, I am fine.”
“What is it.”
“I like to try her more. Only before your wedding.”
Rohan took a moment. What Kunal asked had been his dream for her. He would not turn selfish and spoil it. He let Kunal have the time. The fear came back. All three of them in one house, Kunal after her, felt too dangerous. The words still came.
“As I said before, I always want her happy.”
Kunal heard the words, and he heard the tone. He knew Rohan well enough to hear the fear under them. “I promise she will never love me.”
Rohan breathed out. He was happy.
The next day they were at the park.
“We may not be married as per the books. But you are part of my soul.”
“Even I can’t say how much I missed you. Each breath felt heavy.”
“You have any work on campus this summer.”
“Nothing. Where are you going with this.”
“These ten days without you were hell. I cannot do two months.”
“You are reading my mind.”
“What if you tell your parents you have work.”
“Lie to them. Then what.”
“I will leave campus early. This park will be our place. Can you stay in Pune itself.”
“Yes. Definitely yes.”
“Tear it.”
She tore the foil. The rubber sat in her palm.
“This side up.”
She set it on the head.
“Roll it down. Are you liking it.”
She rolled it down the shaft with both hands. “Yes.”
“Want to make love to my cock.”
“No. You do it.”
She lay on her back beside him.
He got off the bed and pulled her by the hips until her ass hung off the mattress, the open edge under her. He put her left foot on the floor. He hooked her right leg up along his side, her calf against him, and stood between her thighs. The condom shone on the iron rod. He put the head to her pussy and looked at her.
“Say fuck.”
She stared at him. “Fuck.”
He pushed. The fat head opened her and she took it with a sound in her throat. He gave her more, then more, until her hips hung on him and the rubber was in to the root. She pushed up on the foot and met him.
“That’s it. Use that leg. Come up the cock.”
She pushed again. Her pussy climbed the shaft and sat on it. He drew back until the head tugged her from inside, then drove in so deep her ass left the bed. She felt him in her belly.
“Ah. Fuck.”
“Louder. I am fucking you. Say it.”
“You are fucking me.”
He held her hip with one hand and her raised thigh with the other. Her foot shoved her onto him each time he came forward, her tits jumping, her mouth open. Juice from her ran down onto the condom and made a sound when his stomach hit her.
“What do you want.”
“That cock.”
Her foot slipped. He waited, still buried, until she found the floor and lifted. The lift took him deeper. She clutched his arm.
He put her raised leg higher, almost to his chest, and leaned over her, driving down into the hang. She met him from below. She came on that, her pussy locking on him. He stayed buried and drove. Sweat ran off his jaw onto her breasts. The foot on the floor shook and still pushed.
“Good. Your pussy is eating it. Don’t stop lifting.”
“Fuck. Don’t stop.”
Her heel dug at the floor. He felt her through the condom, pulling. He put his mouth on her breast, kept his hips on her, and came in the rubber, buried, her leg still up his side.
He stayed in her. Her foot stayed on the floor. She held his arm and breathed.
“Say it once more.”
“Fuck,” she said, and she was smiling.
He drew out of her, pushed her up the bed to the middle, and lay on his side next to her. His cock was going soft inside the condom. A white bubble of his cum sat in the tip. He pointed at it.
“See what you did.”
She laughed. “Your Tyson is dead now.”
“Tyson aa. It is resting. Will be ready any time for the next match.”
“My pussy can’t carry any more punches.”
“You don’t know your pussy. It is one hungry cat. I am going to call it my Catherine.”
“Whatever. But this much has come out of your Tyson.”
“Don’t just look. Take it off.”
She took the ring and rolled the condom off. Her hand turned toward the bin. He caught her wrist, took the rubber, and pushed her onto her back. He tipped the bubble over both breasts. The cum poured out and lay on them.
“Gross. What are you doing.”
She tried to sit up. He already had her wrists, and he laid his leg across her hip and held her on the bed.
“Good girls love cum. Smell it.”
She pulled at his hands. His leg kept her hip on the bed. She felt the cum slide on her breasts and pool between them. She gave up and rested. The smell was not so bad. The cum was on her skin, not inside her. It could not make a baby, so she had no reason to fear it.
He saw her still. He set both her palms on her breasts.
“Rub them.”
“Why.”
“Cathy earned it. Use it.”
“No.”
“Come on.”
He moved her palms through it. She followed. The cum was warm under her hands, and the foul smell came to her like a costly perfume. He lifted his hands off hers. She kept rubbing the load over her chest.
“Happy. Now let me bath.”
He held her in. “You rest after a good fuck. Don’t bath.”
He let go.
She could get up and wash. He was already going to sleep. Getting up would disappoint him, and her body was heavy. She turned in and held him tight, his bicep between her breasts, one thigh over his hip against the soft cock, her head on his shoulder. She slept.
Kunal woke in the dark. She was naked against his arm. The arm lay down the middle of her, between her breasts and along her belly, and her pussy rested on the back of his palm.
He took his phone in his free hand, ordered dinner, and told them to leave it at the door. He put the phone down and looked at her.
He heard the parking gate open, then footsteps in the corridor. A few minutes later the gate shut and a bike left.
He pinched her ass.
“What.”
“Food is outside. Go pick it.”
She looked at the clock. She was starving. She went to the hall. Her clothes were still a wet pile. She felt the thrill again. She opened the door a little. The road was empty. She stepped out, picked up the parcel, and stepped back in at once. It was a game inside the game, and she loved the rush.
She set the food on the table and went to Rohan’s room. She opened his cupboard, took his vest and his briefs, and put them on. When she came out, an IPL match was running. Kunal was on the sofa. She sat down with him and they ate.
“How was the US.”
“One hell of a ride.”
“Looks like someone did not want to come back at all.”
“With Rohan and you here, how can I stay there long.”
“You should have shot a lot there.”
He turned the computer on and opened Leela’s shoot first.
“Mature. And still beautiful.”
“At forty you will be even more beautiful.”
“I wish.”
He moved on to the night party. Bodies were in groups on the floor and against the walls, mouths on bodies, cocks in women, women on women. She leaned in.
“What is happening here.”
“My clients have strip clubs all over that country. These parties are for their rich friends.”
She stopped his hand on one frame. Leela had a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass, and she held two more, one in each fist.
“Is this not Leela.”
“Yes. She is one active dynamo.”
“Her husband will feel bad, no.”
“He is in the background, fucking that black girl.” He pointed. Aarav was behind her, buried in the other woman.
“Really.”
“Their life. Love one side. Lust the other side. Who are we to judge.”
She had Rohan’s vest on, and she was sitting with his friend. Who was she to judge Leela.
“Ok. But that is too much.”
“No one asked you to do that. She likes it. That is enough.”
The cocks in the frames were not one size. Some were thick. Some were shorter. Some hung heavy past a navel.
“These are not the same size.”
“It varies. All give the same pleasure only.”
“So many naked girls. Did you do anything with them.”
“My bed was always full. Different girls, different days.”
He lied. He wanted her to want him. He did not want her to love him.
“Oh. Then I am just one of many.”
“No. See. You are the only one I had without a condom. So I have had sex only with you.”
“You and your logic.”
“So today we did not have sex. I am still a one-nighter.”
“About that. I need a promise. Please. Do not say no.”
“Ok.”
“This is the last. I slipped. I cannot anymore. I love Rohan.”
“This is nothing to do with love.”
“Still. Can you please promise.”
“Ok. I promise if.”
“What if.”
“We go back to where we were before that heavenly Friday.”
“We are friends. Always.”
“No. You know I did not mean that.”
“Ok. You can have those kisses.”
“We can. We.”
“Yes. Friendly kisses.”
“Deal.”
“Ok. Deal. Now drop me home.”
He held out a denim crop top and a pair of denim shorts.
“Really. This.”
“We will wear helmets.”
The top stopped above her navel. The shorts sat high on her thighs. She put them on while he watched.
He took her to the back door. He caught her hand before she went in.
“You promised.”
She came close, put her hands around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth.
“Happy.”
“Yes.”
“I am going.”
“You can take my promise back anytime.”
She laughed.
“Never happening.”
She ran toward the house.
Monday evening Rohan parked where he could see the campus gate. He had come to surprise her, and he was looking for the sad girl from the call. Students were heading for the auto stand. Then he saw her in that line, walking for an auto, and her face was glowing. He held the wheel and stared. Was he seeing it right. Ten days apart might have made her more beautiful.
She saw the car. Her face lit, and she left the autos. She climbed in and shut the door. Their mouths met at once, and they stayed on each other’s lips.
“I missed you.”
“I missed more.”
“Let’s go to the park. Tell me all the village news.”
They sat in the park and he told her. The rites were done. The papers had taken the rest of the days. Ma was tired and still feeding anyone who came to the house. Isha kept asking. She was easy beside him, and he was happy. The sadness from the call was not on her.
At her building he stopped.
“How many days of work are left.”
“Lab audits should be over by tomorrow. Time to head back to prison.”
He wanted to ask her to move into his room. Kunal should hear it first.
“Ok. We will talk tomorrow.”
Rohan came into the hall. Kunal was on the sofa. Rohan asked about the US. Kunal answered in short pieces. He was working out how to say the second time. His eyes stayed on his knee. Rohan watched him. He had never seen Kunal look down.
Kunal took a breath. “She asked. The second time. We did it.”
Rohan sat. He had meant to speak first, to ask if she could move into his room. What Kunal said was out of syllabus. On many nights after her birthday he had thought of her having Kunal again. Kunal’s rule was that only she could ask. Rohan could not see her asking, and Kunal not coming back to India made it worse. He forgot that and started dreaming of their Goa honeymoon. He was only now seeing how the signature had become the second chance.
“One thing. If you say no, I am fine.”
“What is it.”
“I like to try her more. Only before your wedding.”
Rohan took a moment. What Kunal asked had been his dream for her. He would not turn selfish and spoil it. He let Kunal have the time. The fear came back. All three of them in one house, Kunal after her, felt too dangerous. The words still came.
“As I said before, I always want her happy.”
Kunal heard the words, and he heard the tone. He knew Rohan well enough to hear the fear under them. “I promise she will never love me.”
Rohan breathed out. He was happy.
The next day they were at the park.
“We may not be married as per the books. But you are part of my soul.”
“Even I can’t say how much I missed you. Each breath felt heavy.”
“You have any work on campus this summer.”
“Nothing. Where are you going with this.”
“These ten days without you were hell. I cannot do two months.”
“You are reading my mind.”
“What if you tell your parents you have work.”
“Lie to them. Then what.”
“I will leave campus early. This park will be our place. Can you stay in Pune itself.”
“Yes. Definitely yes.”
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