[kk007007]

There was a layer of thrill while srinu reading the diary and going to theater, underconstruction building and even going through the phone records. But now, he lost in his own world sexual needs? Agreed that he tried something before the marriage with Ganga, But, the characterization of his father fucking the maid and he repeating seems something forceful to show that he is not a cuck or wimp? If he is a good fucker, why would Ganga go with javed and chacha? Every fuck gives a new experience? Is it applicable to both right?

i dont know why people think women will only have affairs if their husbands are not good in bed.

if you are one of those people... wake up and smell the coffee.

women are way more complicated.

[kk007007]

Hi kk007kk007,
Just a suggestion!
You can narrate the story in English itself, as it could save you sometime.
However, am reading only your English letter!

Two slum guys speaking in English would sound absurd.
Hindi is a must I think.

Both of you have good points. 

English is no match for Hindi when it comes to boldness. 

Also, Like he said slum people should be talking in local language 

But you are right it does take more time.

[kk007007]

Guilt

Srinu parked his bike outside the office, took a deep breath, and stepped inside. The moment he entered, all eyes turned toward him. His clothes bore dirt marks, his hair was unkempt, and a faint, unpleasant odor clung to him—one he had tried to wash away but still lingered.


Employee 1 (frowning): "Bhai, tu theek hai? Teri halat dekh ke lag raha hai jaise kisi accident se nikal ke aaya ho!" [Brother, are you okay? You look like you just survived an accident!]

Employee 2 (covering her nose slightly, whispering to her colleague): "Ye ajeeb si smell kahaan se aa rahi hai?" [Where is this weird smell coming from?]

Srinu forced a weak smile, waving his hand dismissively.

Srinu (rubbing the back of his neck): "Kuch nahi yaar, bas bike se gir gaya tha subah. Koi badi baat nahi hai." [Nothing, man. Just fell off my bike this morning. Nothing serious.]

But he could feel the skeptical stares. The smell of Swati’s urine still clung to his pants despite his desperate attempts to wash it off at the roadside tap. The thought made his stomach churn with disgust—not at the smell, but at himself.

As he walked past, some colleagues exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. He knew what they were thinking. He looked like a mess. He smelled like a mess. And inside, he felt like one too.

Srinu sat at his desk, trying to focus, but his mind betrayed him.

The moment his fingers hovered over the keyboard, a vision struck him—Swati’s face, her parted lips, the way she gasped as he fucked her behind the pani puri stand.

Srinu (gritting his teeth, whispering to himself): "Stop. Stop thinking about it."

But the memories kept flooding in.

Her nails digging into his back.
The way she moaned while he fucked her.
That forbidden thrill.
And the crushing guilt that followed.

His heart pounded. His stomach twisted.

Manager (clearing his throat): "Srinu?"

Srinu snapped out of his thoughts, realizing his manager and the rest of the team were staring at him in the conference room.

Manager (raising an eyebrow): "Did you even hear what I just said?"

Srinu blinked rapidly, forcing himself back to the present.

Srinu (quickly nodding, faking confidence): "Yes, sir. I was just… uh… going through the numbers in my head."

Manager (sighing): "Alright, just make sure the client report is sent in the next ten minutes. You seem… off today."

Srinu (forcing a smile): "I’m fine, sir. I’ll send it right away."

But he wasn’t fine. He was crumbling inside.

Every time he thought about Ganga, the guilt nearly choked him. Every time he thought about Swati, his body betrayed him, remembering the pleasure, the forbidden ecstasy.

How the fuck was he supposed to live with this?

Somehow, he made it through the day. He had no idea how, but he did.

When the office hours finally ended, he got on his bike, gripping the handles so tightly his knuckles turned white. The wind hit his face as he sped onto the road, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside him.

Srinu (to himself, whispering, voice heavy with regret): "How do I go home and look her in the eyes?"

The ride home was supposed to be simple. Just another stretch of road, just another evening. But inside Srinu’s head, it was anything but simple. His moral dilemma had reached its breaking point.

The moment he sped past the first streetlight, they returned—Yin and Yang, the voices started arguing.

Yin – The voice of conscience. Stern. Cold. Unforgiving.
Yang – The voice of indulgence. Playful. Shameless. Reckless.

Yin (mocking, disappointed): "So, Srinu… tell me… how do you feel now? Proud? Accomplished? Did you fuck swati just to prove to yourself that you are a man who can also fuck?"

Srinu (clenching the bike handle, whispering to himself): "No… I feel like shit."

Yang (grinning, teasing): "Oh, come on, man! You should feel amazing! Have you forgotten how Swati moaned for you? How she held onto you like you were the only man on earth?"

Yin (cutting in sharply): "Enough! Srinu, stop lying to yourself. You betrayed Ganga. You cheated."

Srinu (gritted teeth, voice low): "I know."

Yang (laughing): "Oh, fuck off, Yin. Don't act like Ganga’s some innocent, untouched saint! How many times has she cheated on Srinu, huh? Tell me. Count them."

Yin (coldly): "That doesn’t justify his actions. He prided himself on being better. On being faithful."

Yang (mocking): "Oh please, spare me the bullshit. You really think loyalty means anything when the other person has been stepping all over it for years? Ganga fucked other men behind his back. He owed her nothing."

Srinu's grip tightened. His heart pounded.

Srinu (muttering, shaking his head): "It’s not the same. I should have controlled myself…"

Yin (pressing further): "But you didn’t. That’s the truth, isn’t it, Srinu? You lost control. You became the very thing you swore you wouldn’t be."

Srinu’s stomach twisted. He hated that Yin was right.

Yang (snorting): "God, Yin, will you stop acting like he committed some war crime? It was just sex. Hot, dirty, uncontrollable sex. You should be thanking me! If I wasn’t here, Srinu would’ve spent his whole life being a pathetic little cuck, letting Ganga fuck around while he stayed ‘loyal.’"

Yin (firmly): "Loyalty is not a weakness. It’s a principle. A commitment."

Yang (laughing): "Loyalty is a two-way street. And Ganga sure as hell never walked on it!"

Srinu’s heart pounded harder. Yang wasn’t wrong.

Srinu (whispering, hesitant): "…She did cheat on me. Over and over again."

Yin (immediately): "And you always took the high road. Because you are better than her. Or at least, you were…"

Yang (grinning, seizing the moment): "Keyword: were. But now? Now he’s finally played the game right! One point for Srinu! Finally, Ganga’s not the only one having all the fun."

Yin (sharply): "That’s not who he is!"

Yang (mocking): "That is who he is now. Or have you forgotten the way he pounded Swati behind that pani puri stand? The way he wanted her?"

Srinu closed his eyes for a second. He had wanted her. Every second of it had felt raw, primal, forbidden. And yet—

Yin (softly, almost disappointed): "And now you feel empty. Tell me I’m wrong."

Srinu swallowed hard.

Srinu (whispering): "You’re not."

Yang groaned dramatically.

Yang (rolling his eyes): "Oh for fuck’s sake, not this ‘guilt trip’ shit again. Srinu, bro, listen to me. It happened. It’s over. There’s no going back. And guess what? That’s fine. You didn’t kill anyone. You just took what was yours for once."

Yin (sternly): "And what now? Will you keep doing it? Keep betraying your own principles?"

Srinu (shaking his head, desperate): "No… I don’t want this to become a habit…"

Yang smirked.

Yang (casual, smug): "Good. Then let’s make a deal."

Yin (cautious): "What kind of deal?"

Yang (grinning): "Simple. We let this one go. One-time pass. Srinu gets a pardon from the guilt. He fucked Swati in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t premeditated. Just raw, animalistic sex."

Yin (narrowing his eyes): "And then?"

Yang (pointing a finger, serious now): "Then we never bring this up again. No self-loathing, no crying over spilled milk. No second round of ‘woe is me, I cheated.’"

Yin (dryly): "And what’s stopping him from doing it again?"

Yang (mocking): "Simple. He swears that this was the last time. Right, Srinu?"

Srinu hesitated.

Yin (coldly): "You want to keep your so-called moral high ground over Ganga? Then prove it. Swear it will never happen again."

Srinu exhaled, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

Srinu (whispering, voice firm): "This was the last time."

Yang (grinning, satisfied): "There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

Yin (still skeptical, but nodding slowly): "Very well. One mistake. One sin. And then… we move on."

Yang (smirking): "See? Even Mr. High-and-Mighty Yin knows when to compromise."

The traffic lights changed. Srinu revved his bike, his mind quieter now, but his heart still heavy.

Yin had pardoned him—once.
Yang had justified him—once.

But there would be no second chances.

And as he rode toward home, toward Ganga, he couldn’t help but wonder—was he really strong enough to never do it again?

Srinu hesitated at the doorstep. The night air was thick, pressing down on him like a physical force. He wiped the sweat off his brow, but it wasn’t the summer heat that made him uneasy—it was the guilt, the heavy burden of the betrayal he carried.

He had never imagined this moment, never thought he would be the one to lie, to hide his sins from Ganga. Yet here he was, standing outside their home, afraid to face the woman he once thought he would never deceive.

With a deep breath, he reached for the door and knocked. A few seconds later, it swung open, revealing Ganga, her face set in a frown.

Ganga’s Anger – But Not for What He Feared

Her eyes immediately narrowed as she crossed her arms. “Where the hell were you?” she demanded, irritation clear in her voice.

Srinu tensed. For a brief second, panic gripped his chest, but her next words relieved him—only slightly.

“I had to pack my own bags! Do you even care that I’m leaving tomorrow?” she huffed, stepping aside to let him in.

Srinu exhaled. So she wasn’t angry because she suspected something—she was angry about being left alone to pack. A different kind of guilt now gnawed at him. He had been so consumed by his own sins that he had completely overlooked her frustration, her disappointment.

But before he could think of an apology, her anger seemed to falter. As her eyes scanned him from head to toe, the irritation melted into concern.

“What happened to you?” she asked, her voice softening.

Srinu glanced down at himself. His clothes were dirty, slightly disheveled—a clear sign of the reckless day he had lived. His mind raced for an excuse. “Ah... uh... the bike broke down,” he lied hesitantly. “Had to push it for a while.”

She frowned, stepping closer. “Then why do you look so pale? Are you sick?”

Srinu turned away, avoiding her eyes. How many times had she done the same? How many times had she looked away when she was the guilty one? He had spent so long resenting her for it, and now he was doing the exact same thing. He was surprised at how well she acted and managed her guilt whenever she cheated on him and had to face him. It made him sick.

“I’m fine,” he muttered. “Just tired.”

Ganga studied him for a moment longer, but then she sighed and nodded. “Go clean up. I’ll set the table for dinner.”

Srinu took his time in the bathroom, letting the water run over his body, washing away the filth—but no amount of scrubbing could wash away his guilt. The memory of Swati was still fresh, imprinted in his mind like an inescapable scar.

When he finally stepped out, Ganga had already set the plates. She sat at the table, waiting, her expression still holding a trace of irritation.

Dinner was mostly silent.

Srinu couldn’t bring himself to talk. Every time he heard Ganga’s voice, it felt like a dagger to his heart. The guilt burned inside him, making it impossible to look her in the eyes. Ganga, too, seemed in no mood for conversation. She was still upset, and the only words she spoke were about her travel plans.

“My bus is tomorrow afternoon,” she said flatly, barely glancing at him. “You booked it, right?”

“Yes,” Srinu managed, clearing his throat. “I’ll drop you at the bus stand.”

She nodded and continued eating.

With every bite, Srinu felt like he was swallowing stones.

After dinner, they went to bed. Ganga turned away from him, her back facing him, still holding onto the irritation from earlier. Normally, Srinu would have tried to make it up to her, tease her, cuddle her—but tonight, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, consumed by thoughts he couldn’t escape.

The weight of his betrayal pressed heavily on his chest. He had done something irreversible, something that he never thought he would do.

After a long pause, he turned toward her. He wanted to make things right. Even if he couldn't confess, he wanted to hold her, to feel some kind of redemption in her warmth.

He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms. Ganga stiffened at first, resisting slightly, but then she sighed and came into his hug. They both hugged each other tightly.

A moment later, she turned to face him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Karle kya?” she whispered, her voice laced with teasing.

Srinu’s body tensed. His heart pounded in his chest. The image of Swati flashed in his mind. The taste of her lips, the heat of her skin—it was all still so fresh, too fresh. He couldn’t do it. Not tonight. Not with the weight of his sins still lingering in his soul.

Ganga studied his face. “What happened?” she asked, puzzled. “We won’t be seeing each other for days, anyway we will be meeting after a few days as you wont be coming with me".

Srinu forced a small, weak smile. “No, baby,” he said softly. “I just... I just want to hold you tonight.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. Instead, she snuggled closer, resting her head against his chest, her arms wrapped around him. For the first time in years, Srinu silently apologized to her in his heart.

He held her close, waiting.

Minutes passed. Ganga’s breathing grew steady, her body relaxed—she had fallen asleep. Srinu, however, was wide awake.

Slowly, he eased himself out of her embrace, careful not to wake her. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and looked at her sleeping face. So peaceful. 

He took a deep breath, got out of bed, and walked toward the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

With shaky fingers, he opened Ganga’s diary. He had to know. He had to distract himself.

His eyes scanned the pages, searching for the next entry.

What happened after Sundari seduced Ganga?

He had to know.

[kk007007]

GOOD Update.Albeit, a small one. Not your usual style.Anyways,
Thanks kk007007

Like i said, Trying to give small updates to keep the story alive.

[kk007007]

Writer brother kk007007,this series in total how many chapters...?
And ganga inside pussy how many dicks....?
Ganga is only fuck her hubby and javed and chacha....only this persons...or any others...?
And ganga rani ganz....water boy and milk man and thief and auto person...wt relationship..?
Ganga is exposing and sex also water boy or all the milk boy and electrition...?
And the thief is huged ganga...infront her hubby...in the house..what is the relationship in theif and ganga.....ganga is fucked up with the thief.?
Tell me the next update and plz date mentioned for readers...?

Should i tell climax directly?

Yaar.. This guy wants whole story in a reply. banghead:

[kk007007]

A new kind of approach to the story honestly,a bit different from the rest.Like it.
Great way to end the update too.
Please try to make the next update big and full of Gifs,wherever possible.

Gifs are the reason that drive to write stories. But it takes alot of time to prepare them. 

[kk007007]

As a woman, definitely Ganga would have sensed srinu had touched a woman.

[kk007007]

When will this eternal wait for that elusive big update,end?
Please give us a big update soon.

Come on guys i just gave an update last week.. atleast give till this week ends..

Anyways.. people are clearly not showing much interest in this story recently.

[kk007007]

When will this eternal wait for that elusive big update,end?
Please give us a big update soon.

Come on guys i just gave an update last week.. atleast give till this week ends..

Anyways.. people are clearly not showing much interest in this story recently.

[kk007007]

What?
I have read most of the stories here and the so called 'best stories' where reams of pages are filled with discussions about their characters.
Only a few,very few come close to the level of eroticism that is found in this story.
Pretty sure others too have the same opinion,anyway,at the risk of sounding patronising,as far as I am concerned,this is an alltime best story.
That's all I can say.

yr):

[kk007007]

I liked this story because it is in that 'forcible to consensual' sex genre.And then the suspense of what happened in the slum.And the introduction of the lady security officer officer was really a good twist.
Only problem is that the updates are smaller and infrequent,maybe owing to the writer's commitments.Other than that,a banger of a story.Please Keep writing Mr.Writer and if you find one or two discouraging comments,ignore.

Small updates ?  :)

[kk007007]

Hi kk Can I write my own version of this?

In your own thread .. go for it.

Dont.. I repeat Do Not write anything in this thread.

[kk007007]

Ganga's Hostel

Srinu entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him. The faint hum of the ceiling exhaust fan filled the silence as he leaned against the sink, staring at his own reflection in the mirror. He pulled out his phone with slightly trembling fingers, unlocking it and navigating to Ganga’s diary. The glow of the screen reflected in his eyes as he picked up from where he had last left off.


Ganga’s Diary:

‘Srinu, after the security officer left, it took a while for me to get a hold of myself and understand what had just happened. There were so many questions in my head. Why did Head Constable Sundari try to seduce me? Why was she enjoying knowing about last night? Did she suspect something about me, especially after seeing all these bite marks on my body? Most important of all, why did my body react to her touch? Why was I getting excited?’

‘Before I could get to the end of these questions, your mother asked, "Are you okay, Ganga?" I answered, "I'm fine, aunty." Your father joined in and said, "You look a little flushed, beta. What happened?" Before I could answer, your mother interrupted and said, "Give her some break. Nobody would look normal after what happened last night. Poor girl also got grilled by the security officer just now." Your mother turned to me and said, "Don't worry, beta. Everything will be alright. You just go home safely and bring lunch for Srinu." I nodded my head and went out of the room.

I walked to the nearest bus stop to take a city bus. After a few minutes, I boarded a bus that would take me to the stop near our house. It was mostly empty because it was around 11 AM, and most people had already gone to work.

The bus conductor came and handed me a ticket. Now that I had some time to think, my mind immediately went back to Constable Sundari. The questions came flooding back—why did she try to seduce me? Why did my body react in such a way to a women's touch? It was such a weird feeling, one I had never felt before.

Suddenly, a voice inside me spoke in a mocking tone: "That’s not true. We’ve experienced this feeling before."

I wondered what this voice was, the one mocking me. Then I realized—it was the same voice that encouraged me to do all the things with Javed and Chacha last night. It was the voice that had broken free after years of suppression. It was my deep inner voice. I asked myself, "Wait a minute… when did we experience this before?"

The voice inside me replied, "Don’t you remember our college and college days when we were in a residential hostel?"

With that, a flood of memories washed over me.

All the moments of my past, things I had locked away, started surfacing. The things I and my friends used to do in our hostel. But before you judge me and my friends, you need to understand—whatever we did, we did not do on our own. As they say, we learn from our elders. My friends and I were influenced by the women around us, by those we trusted the most—our teachers.

As you know, all my collegeing was done in a Christian missionary college. Due to the long distance from home, Priya and I used to stay in the hostel. And let me take a moment to break a myth that society believes in—that all boys' hostels are bad while girls' hostels are pure and innocent. That’s completely false. In my experience, girls' hostels are wilder than boys'. But as I said earlier, the girls did not become wild on their own. They were influenced by some very naughty… very naughty women in our hostels. Especially the teachers who had taken an oath of chastity.’

Srinu could almost imagine Ganga blushing as she wrote this part. He could see her biting her lower lip, a nervous excitement in her eyes as she put these words down, as if reliving those moments herself.

Ganga’s Diary Continued, ‘This happened during a medical camp that was set up every year in our missionary college. Many people from nearby villages used to attend this camp. Priya and I, along with some of our other friends, were chosen to serve in the camp.

One evening, Priya and I were busy with our assigned tasks. Suddenly, one of our friends came rushing to us in a hurry. She was breathless, her eyes wide with excitement. "Come quickly!" she whispered, pulling our hands. "You have to see this."

Confused, Priya and I followed her, thinking it might be some kind of emergency. She led us through the corridor and stopped in front of a small patient ward. Before we could step inside, she pulled us to a hidden corner and gestured for us to stay silent.

We crouched behind a small window that overlooked the room, peeking through the glass. Inside, the patient ward was quiet, dimly lit by the evening light filtering through the windows. There was a young man, maybe in his late teens, lying on a hospital bed. Before we could make out his face, the door at the other end of the room opened, and in walked Miss Mary—our English teacher.

Miss Mary was young, Very beautiful, kind, and soft-spoken. She was loved by all the students. Seeing her here wasn’t surprising, as she was in charge of all the students assigned to serve the patients. We thought she was just making her rounds.

She walked gracefully through the room, tending to the patients, checking their charts, adjusting their blankets. Meanwhile, the young man on the bed did something that made our hearts stop.

He slowly reached down to his pants, unbuttoned them, and unzipped them. Then, he pulled something out from under his underwear.

Srinu… I was so embarrassed at that moment, but I have to confess—this was the first time I had ever seen a penis.

All three of us were frozen in place, unable to believe what we were witnessing. We stared in shock, our breath caught in our throats. He began stroking himself, hiding under the thin hospital sheet that barely covered his movements.

Miss Mary, while tending to the other patients, glanced at him a couple of times. I wondered if she noticed what he was doing or if it was just my imagination. But a few minutes later, she finished attending to the other patients and, one by one, sent them out of the room.

The boy continued, his breathing heavy, his eyes locked onto Miss Mary.’

'After sending the last patient out of the room Miss Mary turned towards the boy with an angry face. Mary walked towards his bed furiously. Looking at her anger I thought she would scold him and call his parents to tell on him. Mary stood beside his bed and asked angrily " What do you think you're doing my son?" Looking at her angry face the boy was shaking with fear, He had his penis under the sheet and with a trembling tone replied " Nothing miss I was just sleeping." Mary replied in a sarcastic tone While looking at his erect penis "Ohh really you were sleeping but I think something is still awake."

The boy realising he got caught immediately tried to cover his penis with his hands. Boy with fear in his eyes "I'm sorry miss I won't do this again please don't tell my parents." Mary replied, " Disgusting boys like you should be punished let me get your parents now." She was about to call His parents were sitting outside the room. The boy pleaded and said, "I'm very sorry miss it was not me, My friends made me do this." Miss Mary said with raising eyebrows "Oh there are others too!" The boy replied "Yes miss! my friends told me that There was a naughty teacher in the college who would bless me with... with sex." Miss Mary gasped with surprise and said "What a disgusting thing to say in a holy place like this. 

What else did they tell you?" The boy continued "They said first I have to Pretend to be sick and get admitted in this camp, Then he said she would come in the evening to have sex." With disgust, Miss Mary said, "O Lord have mercy on this child." The boy continued to plead " Sorry miss I thought it was They were talking about, That is the reason why I was..." Before he could finish His sentence Mary Said "You were stroking your cock!" The boy looked at Mary in complete shock. He could see Miss Mary's face turned from anger into a naughty smile While moving her hand over the sheet covering the boy's penis, She rubbed his penis over the sheet and said "Did your friends not tell you That you have to wait until everyone left the room."



My friends and I were completely shocked by the sudden twist of events. We were unable to digest that our beloved English teacher Miss Mary was touching someone's penis. In total confusion, I said "What is going on?" before I could speak anymore Priya put her hand on my mouth and told me to shut up and watch.' 

'The boy looked at Mary in complete disbelief and said "So it's true... I thought my friends were franking on me." Mary lowered the sheet revealing his hard penis. She wrapped her hand around his penis and started stroking softly and said "Yes it is true and next time be careful to wait until everyone has left." By saying that she looked around to check whether anybody was there or not.



Then she did something that Got burnt into my memory and I could remember it as if it happened yesterday, She checked one last time confirming that there was no one around. She bent down her head and started sucking his penis. She kissed the tip of his penis while licking it with her tongue. 



The boy gasped in pleasure while My friends and I were watching in complete horror. The boy said "Ahhh... yes miss!! I can't believe This is finally happening!" Miss Mary responded with a little bite on his penis. The boy shuddered and thanked Mary saying "Thank you miss I never thought I could be with such a beautiful woman like you. I thought I'd die a Virgin. All the girls in my class rejected me. You were my last hope." Miss Mary Let go of his penis from her mouth and said " Ohh my poor boy don't worry whenever you want to have fun just come around my quarters. we will take care of." At that point, I could not help but wonder why she said `we` will take care of you. Is there anyone else also involved in this? After saying that she went back sucking his penis this time even more deeper and faster.



The boy started moaning loudly. We could not believe our eyes that our sweet and kind Miss Mary is sucking a stranger's penis in a holy place like this. Miss Mary stopped sucking his penis and lifted her dress. She climbed over the bed, Moving her left leg over his hips Sat on top of him, In one single moment she inserted his penis into her pussy And started riding him. The boy could not believe his eyes he stared at her in disbelief. She looked at him smiling lifting her dress to show her boobs, The cross which she was wearing fell in between her boobs. He moved his hand forward as if he was touching some divine, He pressed her soft boobs.'



'My friends and I were sitting there motionless watching the whole scene, The whole thing with our beloved teacher Mary half naked riding on stranger's penis while the Cross dangling in between her boobs looked so corrupted It felt like it was burning my eyes, not with fire but with lust. Now the boy lost in pleasure managed to say "Miss I want to kiss you." She smiled at him and told him to move aside, She lay beside him and told him to come on top of her. As the boy was moving on top of her he could see the most beautiful sight, With Miss Mary naked tell her boobs And with her legs wide open inviting him. He could not hold himself back and attacked her with full force inserting his penis deep inside her and started pounding her into the bed while the bed made squeaking sounds. Mary locked her legs around his hips and pressed his chest onto her boobs by tightly hugging him. The boy could not take anymore with final few strokes he came inside her pussy. He lay on top of Mary with exhaustion, Mary comforted him by stroking his hair with her hand.'

As we were watching in complete shock, my hand accidentally brushed against a medical tray beside me, causing it to fall onto the floor with a loud clanking sound. My heart jumped into my throat as the noise echoed through the room.

Almost immediately, I heard Miss Mary’s sharp voice cutting through the silence.

Miss Mary (shouting): "Who is there?"

My friends and I didn’t waste a second. Without looking back, we sprinted out of there before Miss Mary could catch us. Our feet pounded against the cold floors of the hallway as we raced towards our dormitories, the adrenaline surging through our veins.

By the time we reached our room, I was gasping for air, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My hands trembled as I struggled to process what I had just witnessed. The scene replayed in my mind, over and over, filling me with disbelief and unease.

I turned to my friend, my voice laced with anger.

Me (furious): "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Before I could say anything more, Priya interrupted, her voice just as sharp as mine.

Priya (angrily): "Yes! What the hell is wrong with you?"

At first, I thought Priya was supporting me, but the next words out of her mouth stunned me.

Priya (frustrated): "Why didn’t you take us to that room before?"

I blinked in confusion. What did she just say? I struggled to comprehend her words until she turned to our friend and snapped,

Priya (furious): "You bitch! You’ve been enjoying all by yourself. Why didn’t you tell us earlier? We could have also joined you!"

My friend raised her hands defensively and replied,

Friend (calmly): "Oh, calm down, Priya. I only found out about Miss Mary yesterday."

But Priya was still fuming. She whipped around to face me, her eyes blazing with irritation.

Priya (angry): "Only if this Dumbo hadn’t pushed that tray and made a noise, we could have watched them go for the second round!"

Her words hit me like a slap. I was completely taken aback. Instead of being disgusted by what Miss Mary was doing, Priya was mad at me for ruining their show?

Me (shocked): "Why are you angry with me? Did you not just see what Miss Mary did? We should be reporting her!"

My friend let out a dramatic sigh of frustration, and Priya palmed her face as if I were too naive to understand.

Priya (muttering under her breath): "We should have never brought her with us."

My friend nodded in agreement.

Friend (exasperated): "Yes, Priya. We should have left her in the camp."

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could get a word out, Priya cut me off.

Priya (firmly): "Please do us a favor and don’t tell anyone about this. If you want to stay a virgin, that’s your choice. But at least let us have our fun."

They both exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter, throwing me a mocking look before walking away.

That night, Priya and my friend gathered all our other friends and excitedly narrated every detail of what had happened in that room. Their voices were filled with excitement and amusement as they described Miss Mary and that young guy, as if they had just watched a thrilling movie.

From that day onwards, it became a secret routine. Every night, more and more girls from our dormitory would sneak out to watch Miss Mary. It became a source of gossip, excitement, and amusement.

But it didn’t stop there. As time went on, more shocking secrets surfaced. Priya and the others discovered that many of our teachers were secretly involved with various men—drivers, milkmen, vegetable sellers, mechanics, and more.

Knowing the blatant hypocrisy being practiced in our college, my friends became wilder by the day. Their boldness seeped into every aspect of our lives.

Even in the classroom, they couldn’t control themselves. Whenever we had biology lessons on sex education, they used the charts as an excuse to misbehave. My friends would tease and mock the girls like me, who opposed their behavior, by licking the drawings of male penis on the charts.



They would taunt us, saying we had never had boyfriends, never kissed anyone on the lips. Especially two of my classmates, Isha and Sana, who took it to another level. They would passionately kiss each other right in the middle of class whenever the teacher was absent, just to get a reaction out of us.



But things escalated further in our hostel.

Seeing our elders indulging in their secret affairs every night, my friends grew even bolder. Soon, they started sneaking their boyfriends into our hostel rooms.

It became a system. Some girls would take turns with their boyfriends inside the rooms, while others stood guard outside, ready to warn them if the hostel warden came for rounds.

And it became a ritual for them to tease me and the few other girls who remained "innocent."

Isha and Sana, the main instigators, would deliberately act out different sex positions in front of us, mocking us for being inexperienced. Priya, of course, was always leading the charge.

One night, Priya smirked and turned to Isha and Sana.

Priya (playfully): "Hey, show Ganga what a blowjob looks like."

Isha grinned mischievously, grabbed the string of her pajama pants, and held it up as if it were a penis. She then got on her knees and started bobbing her head, moaning dramatically.



I turned my face away in disgust, but Priya sat beside me and forcefully turned my face toward them.

Priya (teasingly): "Come on, sweet baby Ganga, watch and learn."

Isha then lay down on the bed with her legs spread wide.

Isha (mocking): "Sana, come on top of me."

Sana, giggling, jumped onto Isha with enthusiasm, grinding her hips against her playfully. Isha moaned exaggeratedly, making the others burst into laughter.



Priya leaned close to my ear and whispered,

Priya (sensually): "That’s called fucking. It’s the missionary position. There are many more—doggy, cowgirl, 69…"

She smirked and added, "Doggy is my favourite position."

I pushed her away, my face burning.

Me (angrily): "You are such a devil, Priya!"

Everyone laughed at my reaction. Priya wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

Priya (mocking): "Don’t worry, my darling Ganga. When you finally get a boyfriend, you’ll know who the real devil is."

Blood rushed to my cheeks at her words. Priya noticed and giggled.

Priya (teasingly): "Oh look! My baby Ganga is blushing!"

I pushed her away again as everyone around me laughed.

But soon, the laughter faded as everyone turned their attention back to Isha and Sana. Their playful act had turned into something… much more intense. They were lost in their own world, caressing each other with a passion I had never seen before.

Isha’s moans grew louder as Sana ground against her. Their lips were locked in a deep kiss, their bodies pressing together.

Priya (laughing): "Hey girls, what are you doing? I told you to act, not overact!"

Isha and Sana snapped back to reality, giving us an awkward smile.

Isha (grinning): "We carried on because Priya didn’t tell us to stop."

After a few more jokes and teasing, everyone eventually left for their rooms.

Our hostel had two-person sharing bedrooms for everyone. My roommate was Priya. That night, as we lay in bed, she turned to me.

Priya (softly): "I’m sorry, baby. I teased you a bit too much today."

Me (sighing): "That’s okay! But I don’t know how you guys can do such things."

Priya (grinning): "Ohh, you’ll know once you get yourself a boyfriend."

Me (firmly): "There is no way I will behave in such a disgusting manner."

Priya (mockingly): "Still don’t want to let go of your virginity, do you?"

Me (proudly): "Yes! I won’t let go of my purity. I will wait for the right person."

Priya (teasingly): "Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know the right person—a friend of my boyfriend with a big..."

She made space between both her hands, trying to show the size of her boyfriend’s friend’s penis.

I slapped her hands away, my face burning.

Me (glaring): "You’re such a dirty girl, Priya!"

She burst into laughter at my reaction.

After a few seconds, something hit me, and I turned to her suspiciously.

Me (curious): "Anyway, how do you know the size of your boyfriend’s friend’s pe..."

I hesitated, unable to say the full word, but Priya understood immediately. She smirked, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

Priya (naughtily): "Last time I called my boyfriend, he said he was busy with work. So... I called his friend instead."

I pushed her away, completely scandalized.

Me (exasperated): "You are unbelievable, Priya! Only if my parents knew what a dirty girl my friend is."

Priya leaned close to me, her voice sultry.

Priya (smirking): "Only if your parents knew that there’s a naughty girl hidden inside you."

Me (firmly): "No! That will never happen. My parents brought me up with good manners."

Priya’s expression suddenly changed, and she pouted.

Priya (sadly): "So you’re saying my parents are bad and didn’t raise me well?"

I immediately regretted my words and quickly apologized.

Me (guiltily): "I’m sorry, Priya! I didn’t mean that."

Priya suddenly laughed in my face.

Priya (mockingly): "Ohh, my poor baby girl! You are so innocent. I was just kidding."

I softly slapped her cheek, rolling my eyes.

Me (laughing): "Oh, Priya! You and your jokes!"

We both giggled. She hugged me tightly.

Priya(kissing my cheek): "Baby, You are my best friend!"

I hugged her back and said 'You are my dirty friend.' we laughed together and finally went to sleep.

Somewhere around midnight, I felt someone touching my cheeks, trying to wake me up. It was Priya. She was excited, a little giggly… With childish amusement, she said, “Get up! I have to show you something.”

Yawning and stretching, I mumbled lazily, “Let me sleep, Priya.”

Priya insisted, “Get up! I really want to show you something.”

She grabbed my hand and started pulling me, trying to get me out of bed. I eventually gave in, got up, and followed her. Midway to our destination, she got frustrated with my sluggish pace, caught my hand firmly, and tugged me along, making me walk faster.

We passed several rooms and finally stopped in front of the last room in the corridor. I immediately recognized it as Esha and Sana’s room. Priya carefully cracked open the window adjacent to the door.

Before I could ask anything, she pulled my hand and motioned for me to sit beside her. I hesitantly complied and peered inside the room. At first, I couldn’t quite understand what I was seeing. But then, as my eyes adjusted, realization slowly dawned on me.

Sana and Isha were both completely naked in bed, with Sana on top of Isha. They were kissing passionately, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

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My immediate reaction was confusion. What were they doing?


Still baffled, I turned to Priya and whispered, “Did you tell them to act again just to tease me?”

Priya giggled and shook her head. “You’re such an idiot, Ganga! Does it look like they’re acting just to tease you?”

I stared at them again, watching as Sana kissed Isha’s neck, grinding her pussy against Isha’s body. Finally, it hit me, and my jaw dropped wide open.

Shocked, I turned to Priya and asked, “Are they really…?”

Before I could complete my question, Priya grinned widely and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes!” she said, amusement clear on her face.

We turned back to the scene unfolding in front of us. By now, Sana was trailing kisses down Isha’s neck while pressing her body even closer.

I looked back at Priya, my innocent curiosity taking over. “But… they’re girls. How can they…?”

Before I could finish, Priya eagerly interrupted, her voice laced with excitement. “I know, right?! I once saw girls doing this with other girls on my boyfriend’s phone. I thought it was just acting, but apparently, girls like them actually exist in real life.”

I hesitated for a moment before asking, “But Priya… how did you know about this?”

Priya shrugged. “Oh… I woke up to get some water. As I was passing by their room, I heard noises. I peeked through the window and then came to get you.”

A wave of disgust washed over me at the thought of girls doing this with each other. With a firm expression, I said, “Priya, we should stop them before they do something wrong.”

Priya immediately stopped me and groaned. “You and your stupid righteous behavior! Listen, we are NOT stopping them.”

I frowned. “But why?”

Priya sighed in frustration. “Let them do what they want! We can tease them about it tomorrow. Don’t you want to get back at them for teasing you before?”

I didn’t agree with her, but she had a point. I did want to tease them back. Reluctantly, I sat beside her and continued watching.

By now, Sana had shifted, pressing her breasts against Isha’s face. Isha massaged Sana’s boobs, then took her left nipple into her mouth and began sucking.



Sana moaned softly, pushing her boobs further into Isha’s mouth.

Priya, still giggling with amusement, whispered, “Wow, Sana has great boobs. I never noticed under her college dress.”

I saw her glance down at her own chest, as if comparing. Priya cupped one of her own breasts, trying to measure how big they were. A hint of disappointment flickered across her face before she suddenly turned her gaze toward me.

Before I realized what was happening, Priya reached out, about to cup my breast.

I immediately covered myself with my hands, blushing. “You’re such a shameless girl, Priya!”

Priya burst into laughter. “Come on, baby! Why are you so shy? Let me check.”

I shifted away from her and protested, “Please, Priya, don’t touch me!”

Priya teased, “Why, baby? Are you getting turned on watching them?”

Annoyed, I snapped, “Just shut up and watch, Priya!”

She laughed at my frustration and went back to watching Isha and Sana.

By now, the intensity between Sana and Isha had reached a boiling point.

Isha was sucking, biting, and licking Sana’s breasts fiercely while Sana kissed her forehead tenderly. Then, Sana pulled her breasts away from Isha’s mouth and leaned back in to kiss her lips softly.



Sana whispered something to Isha, and Isha gave a small nod, a smile playing on her lips.

Sana trailed kisses down Isha’s neck and reached her breasts. She took turns sucking on Isha’s nipples, circling them with her tongue while her right hand slid down between Isha’s thighs.

Sana began rubbing Isha’s clitoris while biting down lightly on her breast. Isha’s moans grew louder as Sana’s fingers moved faster and faster. Her body arched in pleasure, pressing her breasts further into Sana’s mouth.

Sana, noticing how much Isha was enjoying her touch, smirked and looked up at her before slowly making her way further down.

Spreading Isha’s legs apart with her hands, Sana buried her face between her pussy, her tongue flicking out to taste her.

Isha’s body trembled uncontrollably. She moaned passionately, gripping Sana’s hair and pushing her head deeper into her pussy.

I was mesmerized but felt disgusted at seeing Sana licking Isha's pussy. It took me a moment to gather myself. I said in disgust, "Yuck! How can she lick such a dirty place? It's a place where we pee!"

I didn't hear any reply or any laughter from Priya. Confused, I turned my head to look at her. Priya's childish amusement and laughter had completely vanished—she was in a trance, watching them. I could clearly see that she was breathing heavily. Her left hand was on her boob, pressing it softly.

I placed my hand on her right hand, trying to snap her out of her daze. Her body felt warmer than usual. I shook her hand and called out, "Priya! Priya! What happened?"

Priya finally came to her senses and looked at me. She was still breathing heavily, her face glistening with tiny sweat droplets. Concerned, I moved my hand to her face to wipe off the sweat and asked, "Why are you so warm and sweaty? Do you have a fever?"

Priya gave me a soft smile and whispered, "You are sweating too... baby."

She moved her hand to wipe off the sweat dripping from my forehead onto my cheeks. At that moment, I realized I had been so mesmerized watching Isha and Sana that I hadn't even noticed how my own body was reacting. My heart was pounding, my body was sweating from different places, and I couldn't understand this strange reaction.

Before I could gather myself, I felt Priya's fingers softly caressing my cheek. I looked at her, our eyes meeting. Slowly, her gaze dropped to my lips. She moved her thumb over my lower lip, gently stroking it. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

Priya bit her lower lip lightly and smirked. "Baby, you're blushing again."

Hearing her, I snapped back to my senses. Embarrassed, I removed her hand from my face and turned away, trying to hide my shyness. Priya's face showed a hint of disappointment before she looked back at Sana and Isha.

Meanwhile, Sana continued eating Isha’s pussy, slipping her tongue deep inside and slurping up all her juices. Isha moaned, licking her lips as she caught her breath. Once she had thoroughly wettened Isha’s pussy, Sana suddenly inserted two fingers inside.

Isha's body jolted with pleasure. Seeing Isha trembling with ecstasy as Sana fingered her while licking her clit, Priya suddenly grabbed my hand.

I turned to her. She was now breathing uncontrollably. I could see her openly pressing her boob with her other hand. She was moaning softly, as if she could feel what Sana was doing to Isha. Priya was also gently massaging my hand, her grip tightening.

I had never seen Priya in such a vulnerable state before. She was always the one in control. Seeing her gasping for air, tugging at my hand for support, made me feel a bit sorry for her. So, I held her hand, silently acknowledging her feelings.

In the background, Isha was also struggling to breathe, unable to withstand the onslaught of Sana’s tongue and fingers. She got a momentary respite when Sana moved back up on top of her—but only to kiss her deeply. Isha responded by kissing her back passionately.

Sana broke the kiss, supporting herself on her arms as she started rubbing her pussy against Isha's. Both of them moaned in unison, closing their eyes as they surrendered to the pleasure.

Watching them in such an intimate position, I could feel my heartbeat rising again. My breath grew heavier. Instead of feeling disgusted, I was feeling something else—something I couldn’t quite understand.

I suddenly felt Priya's grip on my hand tighten even more. I turned to check on her. She had slid closer, her body pressing against mine, trembling as though she had caught a fever. Her eyes locked onto mine, silently pleading for comfort.

I felt sorry for her. Letting go of her hand, I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close to my body. She immediately responded by wrapping both arms around me tightly, resting her head on my shoulder. I placed my cheek against her head, holding her as we both continued watching Isha and Sana.

Isha couldn’t hold back any longer. She suddenly pushed Sana onto her back, positioning herself between Sana’s legs. Lifting one of her legs over Sana’s, she locked them into a scissoring position.

Then, she began grinding her pussy against Sana’s with full force. The room was filled with passionate moans. Every time they moaned, Priya's hug tightened around me, and she started massaging my shoulders.

I could feel the heat radiating from Priya’s body through her pink top. It made my own body temperature rise as well. We were both sweating in each other's arms. Then, I felt something soft—Priya’s lips brushing against my neck. A sudden jolt shot through my body.

Isha continued grinding, and Sana responded with equal intensity. Rising up, Sana kissed Isha on the lips while still rubbing against her. Then, she whispered something in Isha’s ear that made both of them smile.

Isha pulled back, turned around, and positioned herself on top of Sana in a 69 position. They wasted no time. Immediately, they started eating and fingering each other’s pussies. Their bodies trembled with waves of pleasure, their moans louder than ever.

Watching them make love so intensely, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. At first, I had felt disgusted. Then, my body had started reacting—my temperature rising, my heartbeat racing. But now, there was no doubt—I was completely turned on.

I turned my head to check on Priya. But before I could say anything, she was already looking at me.

Without hesitation, she moved forward and kissed my lips.



I gasped as I felt her soft lips moving hungrily against mine, desperate for my response. Her hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and massaging them.

At the heat of the moment, I couldn’t hold back. Slowly, I parted my lips to let her in. Priya wasted no time. She took my lower lip into her mouth and sucked on it before pushing her tongue inside, deepening the kiss.



Our lips moved in perfect sync, the wetness of her mouth sending shivers through my body. In the background, we could hear Isha and Sana’s moans, making our kiss even wilder.

We were so lost in each other that we forgot to breathe. Even as we gasped for air, we didn’t stop kissing.

Suddenly, Priya’s hand slipped under my Mickey Mouse top, her fingers pinching my nipples.

"Ahhh!" I moaned in pain.

My reaction only turned Priya on more. She pinched my nipples even harder. In frustration, I bit her lower lip, but instead of stopping, she kissed me even more passionately.

As the four of us—Sana, Isha, Priya, and I—were lost in our own worlds, a loud whistle suddenly rang through the air.

I froze.

Reality hit me like a brick. It was the warden doing her rounds!

Panic surged through me. I immediately pushed Priya away and bolted back to our room.
I came back to my room, my heart pounding as if it were trying to escape my chest. Without thinking, I crawled onto my bed and yanked the bedsheet over myself, cocooning in its warmth, as if it could somehow shield me from the overwhelming storm of emotions inside me. My breath hitched, and before I knew it, hot tears spilled down my cheeks. I didn't even try to stop them.

I had just kissed a girl.

Not once, but twice.

A sob tore through my throat. What had I done? What would my parents say if they ever found out? They would disown me, maybe even kill me. I brought shame upon myself, upon my family, upon everything I was raised to believe in. Girls didn’t kiss girls—at least, not where I came from.

The silent darkness of the room only made my thoughts louder, suffocating me in guilt and confusion.

I was so lost in my own misery that I almost didn't hear Priya enter. The soft creak of the door, the gentle shuffle of her feet—then, the weight of the bed dipping as she climbed in beside me.

I felt the warmth of her body as she slipped under my bedsheet, her scent familiar, comforting. The moment she noticed the dampness on my cheeks, she let out a concerned whisper, her voice soft yet urgent.

"What happened, baby? Why are you crying?"

Her arms pulled me closer, and I felt her heartbeat against my own. It was steady, strong, nothing like the chaos I was drowning in. I choked back another sob and, through trembling lips, whispered, "Don't you know what happened? What you did to me?"

Priya’s grip tightened protectively around me. Then, she pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, her lips warm and reassuring. "You silly girl, you're crying over just a kiss!" she murmured, stroking my hair.

I wiped my tears away, my fingers shaking as I met her gaze. "Just a kiss?" My voice was barely above a whisper. "Priya… it was a girl kissing a girl. That’s such a dirty thing to do."

Priya let out a soft, amused laugh. She shook her head, her expression a mixture of fondness and exasperation. "It’s not dirty, you dumbo. It’s just love between two best friends."

I frowned, the weight of her words clashing with everything I had been taught. "Where in the world do best friends kiss?"

Priya sighed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Oh, my sweet innocent friend… It’s very common among girls. Girl friends are much closer than boys. We express our love physically sometimes. A kiss is just one way. It’s not a big deal."

Her words settled in my mind, soothing the fire of guilt burning inside me. Maybe she was right. Maybe it wasn’t as terrible as I thought.

I sniffled and whispered, "But… what if my parents find out?"

Priya let out an exaggerated groan and smacked her forehead. "How will they know? Are you planning to tell them?"

Her question made me pause. I had never lied to my parents before. "If they ask me… I won’t lie," I admitted softly.

Priya sat up slightly, her expression filled with frustration. "Please don’t do any such thing. I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me."

I stared at her, taking in the genuine concern in her eyes. After a few moments, I nodded.

A bright smile spread across Priya’s lips as she leaned in, pressing another kiss to my forehead. "Thank you, baby. I would never do anything to hurt you."

I melted into her embrace, my arms wrapping around her in silent understanding.

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

Then, Priya suddenly giggled.

I pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. "What’s so funny?"

She grinned mischievously. "I just realized—I’m your first kiss!"

A flush of heat rose to my cheeks. "Shut up!" I playfully smacked her arm, and she let out another laugh.

We laughed together, our voices blending into the quiet night, and slowly, we drifted into sleep.

Next day was a Sunday. Sundays were always slow. A lazy, peaceful day where everyone took their time waking up.

When I finally opened my eyes, the sunlight was already creeping through the curtains. I stretched, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and turned to my right, expecting to see Priya curled up in her usual spot.

But her bed was empty.

I frowned. Maybe she had gone to the bathroom.

Yawning, I got up, grabbed my toothbrush, and made my way to the common washrooms. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and waited near the bathroom stalls, expecting Priya to walk out any second.

Minutes passed.

No sign of her.

I called out her name, knocking on each stall door, but there was no response.

A strange uneasiness settled in my chest. I turned to a few of my other friends and asked, "Have you seen Priya?"

They all shook their heads. "Not since last night."

A prickle of anxiety ran down my spine. Where could she be?

I started searching, checking all our friends’ rooms one by one.

Nothing.

As I walked past Isha and Sana’s room, something caught my eye.

I stopped.

Turned back.

The window was slightly open.

I peeked in, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Inside, Isha and Sana were asleep, curled up together, their arms wrapped around each other. Their bed sheet covered them up to their shoulders, but even in the dim light, I could tell… they were completely naked underneath.

A lump formed in my throat.

I was about to step away when a sudden breeze shifted the sheet slightly.

And that’s when I saw it.

A third head.

My breath hitched.

I leaned in, my pulse racing.

Priya.

She was lying between them.

Naked.

Sana, still half-asleep, reached out and pulled the sheet back over them, her arm dbanging over Priya possessively.

My stomach twisted. My heart pounded so hard it echoed in my ears.

I stumbled backward, my mind reeling. My feet moved on their own, carrying me away from the room as fast as possible.

By the time I reached my bed, I was breathless, my hands trembling. My world had just turned upside down.

And yet…

As I sat there, my heart still hammering against my ribs, I realized something else.

My pussy was dripping wet.

A sharp whistle pierced the air.

I blinked, suddenly yanked out of my thoughts.

The bus conductor’s voice rang out, announcing the next stop.

I swallowed hard, my pulse still erratic as I processed the memories that had just flooded back.

I grabbed my bag, got off the bus, and started walking towards my house.

Srinu… now I understood.

I finally knew why I reacted the way I did to Sundari’s touch.

All those feelings I had buried, those desires I had suppressed—this was where they had started.

Back when my friends were experimenting with their girlfriends, and I had been too scared to acknowledge my own emotions.

A strange sense of relief washed over me.

One of my questions had finally been answered.

I reached home, closed the door behind me, and exhaled deeply.

Srinu stopped reading Ganga's diary on his phone. He just realized how hard his penis got while reading about Priya kissing Ganga's lips. He could not remove the image of Priya's soft lips kissing Ganga's even softer lips. The image of them kissing almost made him cum in his pants. He locked his phone and put it in his pocket.

Srinu now had an unbearable urge to kiss Ganga. He immediately went to their bed, where Ganga was sleeping peacefully. Climbing onto the bed, he took Ganga into his arms and started kissing her passionately. He had probably kissed her lips more than a million times, but somehow, knowing that Ganga's first kiss was with Priya made her lips feel even sweeter and softer than ever.

Ganga resisted at first, trying to go back to sleep. But after a few more firm kisses from Srinu, she melted into his kiss. Srinu kissed her for a few more minutes, then pulled her closer and went to sleep.

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too much pandering; the story lost it's track. the author is clearly buying time with unnecessary updates.

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too much pandering; the story lost it's track. the author is clearly buying time with unnecessary updates.

I agree

Unnecessary ? This update was setup for next updates.. i just cant reveal character archs without proper setup.. otherwise it will be stupid.

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There will be a gay scene involving srinu. Srinu wants to do everything that his wife does to him. If his wife fuck with a woman, he will fuck with man. eye for an eye. 

Never  banghead: banghead: banghead: banghead:

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Srinu can resign his job and start a investigation agency to trace out all woman cheating their husband. He will get more money and can apply the knowledge gained

Is this a joke or you mocking the story?

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Superb and i think this is the most classy and hottest erotica in this site..... Bro please keep going and dont listen to haters

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Have noticed one thing on this site,whenever a great story(which happens very rarely) is in progress,this kind's sole motive would be to pass a punkass remark or try to spam the board.
Hate such people,if you are not interested,just f*ck off,why do you want to ruin others' experience?

Exactly!