Adultery College Heaven Days

[Milky9991]

I like to write a new story based on college life with his own adult life happing for him.

I like your support to continue it.

Am new to this thread and also an new writer please omit if any mistakes....

[Milky9991]

Chapter 1:

The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter, but Gowtham’s attention was fixed on Divya. She sat a few desks away, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as she laughed at something one of her friends said. Her laughter was infectious, and he couldn’t help but smile. Over the past two months, she had become more than just a classmate—she was his best friend. They shared everything: notes, jokes, and even their deepest secrets. But today, something was off. Her laughter didn’t reach her eyes, and her usual spark seemed dimmed.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the lecture, Divya quickly packed her bag and motioned for Gowtham to follow her. They stepped out into the hallway, the noise of the college campus fading into the background as they found a quiet corner.

“Gowtham,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “I need to tell you something.”

He frowned, concern etching his features. “What’s wrong, Divya? You’ve been quiet all day.”

She took a deep breath, her fingers nervously twisting the strap of her bag. “It’s Priya. She’s been… insulting me. For months now. Every time I talk to you, she makes these snide comments, like I’m not good enough to be your friend. It’s like she’s trying to control who I can and can’t talk to.”

Gowtham’s jaw tightened. He had noticed Priya’s cold demeanor toward Divya but hadn’t realized it had gone this far. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t want to cause trouble,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s getting worse. Yesterday, she told me I was pathetic for spending so much time with you. She said I was just using you to get ahead in class.”

Anger flared in Gowtham’s chest. “That’s ridiculous. You’re my best friend, Divya. No one gets to decide that but us.”

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “I need your help, Gowtham. I can’t keep dealing with this on my own. I want her to stop. I want her to feel how much she’s hurt me.”

He nodded, determination settling over him. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

Divya hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice steady now. “I want you to reduce her. Not physically, but… emotionally. I want her to feel so overwhelmed by your presence that she can’t even think straight. If you even touch her hand, I want her to lose control. I want her to leak with desire, to feel so vulnerable that she can’t keep up this act anymore.”

Gowtham raised an eyebrow, surprised by the intensity of her request. “Are you sure about this? It’s… a lot.”

“I’m sure,” she said firmly. “She needs to understand that she can’t treat people this way. And I trust you to do it right.”

He nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. “Alright. I’ll do it. But it’s going to take time. I need to figure out how to get close to her without raising suspicion.”

Divya smiled for the first time that day, relief washing over her face. “Thank you, Gowtham. I knew I could count on you.”

The next day, Gowtham found himself scanning the classroom for Priya. She was sitting near the front, her posture rigid as she scribbled notes in her book. He took a deep breath and walked over, sliding into the seat beside her.

“Hey,” he said casually, offering her a friendly smile.

She glanced at him, her expression guarded. “Hi.”

“Mind if I borrow your notes from last week? I missed a few things,” he asked, keeping his tone light.

Priya hesitated for a moment before nodding and handing him her notebook. Their fingers brushed briefly, and he noticed the slightest tremor in her hand. Good, he thought. She’s already on edge.

As the days went by, Gowtham made a point of spending more time around Priya. He would sit next to her in class, strike up conversations in the hallway, and even offer to help her with assignments. At first, she seemed wary, but slowly, she began to let her guard down.

One afternoon, they found themselves alone in the library, working on a group project. The air between them was charged with an unspoken tension as they leaned over the same book, their shoulders almost touching.

“You’re really good at this,” Priya said quietly, her voice tinged with admiration.

Gowtham looked up, meeting her gaze. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

She blushed, quickly looking away. “I… I didn’t realize you were so easy to talk to.”

He smiled softly, leaning in just a little closer. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

Priya’s breath hitched as his hand brushed against hers on the table. She felt a warmth spread through her body, her heart racing as she struggled to maintain her composure. What is happening to me? she thought, her mind clouded with confusion and desire.

Gowtham noticed the way her pupils dilated, the way her lips parted slightly as she tried to steady her breathing. He knew he was getting to her, just as Divya had asked. But he also couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing someone so composed unravel before his eyes.

“Priya,” he said softly, his voice low and intimate.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “Yes?”

He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek for a moment, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re beautiful when you let your guard down.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she felt a familiar wetness between her legs, a sensation she hadn’t expected or wanted. No, she thought desperately. This can’t be happening.

But it was. And as Gowtham leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin, she knew she was losing control. Her body was betraying her, responding to him in ways she couldn’t understand or resist.

“Gowtham,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He paused, his lips just inches from hers. “Yes?”

She swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the storm of emotions swirling inside her. “I… I don’t know what’s happening.”

He smiled gently, his hand cupping her cheek. “Maybe you don’t have to figure it out right now. Maybe you just need to let go.”

Priya’s breath caught in her throat as his lips brushed against hers in the softest of kisses. It was brief, almost chaste, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her entire body. She felt herself melting into him, her resistance crumbling as desire took hold.

But just as quickly as it started, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

“We should get back to work,” he said casually, as if nothing had happened.

Priya stared at him, her mind reeling. She wanted to protest, to demand an explanation, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she nodded numbly, her body still tingling from his touch.

As they returned to their project, Gowtham couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had done what Divya asked—he had reduced Priya to a state of vulnerability she couldn’t ignore. But as he glanced at her flushed cheeks and trembling hands, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

And somewhere deep inside, he wondered if he was playing with fire.................................................................................................

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Chapter 2:

Gowtham met Divya in the college canteen the next day, his heart still racing from the encounter with Priya in the library. He slid into the seat across from her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Divya looked up from her coffee, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

“So?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. “How did it go?”

Gowtham leaned in, lowering his voice to match hers. “It worked. She was… vulnerable. Confused. I kissed her, and she didn’t know how to react.”

Divya’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Good. That’s exactly what I wanted. But we can’t stop there. You need to take it further.”

Gowtham raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Take her somewhere secluded. Somewhere she can’t escape. Make her feel like she’s completely at your mercy. And then… seduce her.”

Gowtham’s pulse quickened at the suggestion. The idea of having Priya alone, vulnerable, and under his control was intoxicating. But he couldn’t ignore the flicker of doubt in the back of his mind. “Are you sure about this? What if it backfires?”

Divya reached across the table, placing her hand on his. Her touch was warm, reassuring. “Trust me, Gowtham. She’s been controlling me for months. It’s time she learns what it feels like to be on the other side. And besides…” She paused, her gaze locking with his. “I know you can handle it.”

Her confidence in him was all the reassurance he needed. Gowtham nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. “Alright. I’ll do it.”

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The next day, Gowtham found Priya in the library again, her nose buried in a book. He approached her quietly, his presence making her look up with a start. Her cheeks flushed as their eyes met, and she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her reading.

“Hey,” he said softly, sliding into the seat beside her. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Priya stiffened, her fingers tightening around the edges of her book. “I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve just been busy.”

Gowtham leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her ear. “Busy thinking about what happened yesterday?”

She shivered, her body betraying her despite her best efforts to stay composed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He chuckled, low and deep, sending a thrill down her spine. “Sure you don’t.” He paused, letting the tension build between them before continuing. “Listen, I need your help with something. There’s a spot on campus I want to check out for our project. Will you come with me?”

Priya hesitated, her mind racing. She knew she should say no, but something about the way he was looking at her made it impossible to refuse. “Alright,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gowtham smiled, his eyes darkening with anticipation. “Great. Let’s go.”

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They walked in silence, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Gowtham led her to a secluded corner of the campus, hidden behind a cluster of trees. The spot was quiet, private—perfect for what he had in mind.

Priya glanced around nervously, her heart pounding in her chest. “What are we doing here?”

Gowtham turned to face her, his gaze intense. “I wanted to talk to you without any distractions.”

She swallowed hard, her body trembling under his scrutiny. “About what?”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “About us.”

Priya’s breath hitched as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She wanted to pull away, to tell him to stop, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch instead.

“Gowtham…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Priya’s mind went blank, her body melting against his as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless.

When he finally pulled away, Priya was left gasping for air, her body trembling with desire. “W-what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Gowtham smirked, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m giving you what you’ve been craving.”

Before she could protest, he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands sliding up her thighs. Priya’s eyes widened in shock as he pushed her skirt up, revealing the lace panties beneath.

“Gowtham, no…” she whispered, but her body betrayed her again, her hips arching towards him as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

He looked up at her, his gaze locking with hers. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Priya opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she let out a soft moan as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.

Gowtham didn’t waste any time. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path up her slit. Priya gasped, her hands flying to his hair as he licked and teased her, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Oh god…” she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

Gowtham smirked against her skin, his tongue flicking over her clit in a way that made her legs buckle. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her steady as he continued to pleasure her, his tongue working magic on her sensitive flesh.

Priya’s moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

With a cry of ecstasy, Priya came undone, her body convulsing with pleasure as Gowtham continued to lick and suck at her sensitive flesh until she was spent.

When he finally pulled away, Priya was left trembling, her legs barely able to support her weight. Gowtham stood up, a satisfied smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“See?” he said softly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Priya could only stare at him, her mind reeling from what had just happened. She wanted to be angry, to push him away and demand an explanation, but all she could feel was a deep, aching need for more.

Gowtham leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Tomorrow. The library. Don’t be late.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Priya standing there, her body still trembling with desire and confusion...................................................................................

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Chapter 3:

The next day, the library was quiet, the air thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Priya sat at a table in the corner, her fingers nervously tapping against the wooden surface. She glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, her heart racing as she waited for Gowtham to arrive. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, desire, and a strange sense of anticipation that she couldn’t quite shake.

When he finally appeared, walking toward her with that confident stride of his, Priya felt her breath catch in her throat. He looked as handsome as ever, his sharp features softened by the dim light filtering through the windows. His eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“You came,” he said, his voice low and smooth as he slid into the seat beside her. His knee brushed against hers under the table, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body.

“I… I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. She tried to sound defiant, but the way her body reacted to his presence betrayed her true feelings.

Gowtham smirked, leaning in closer until his lips were just inches from her ear. “You always have a choice, Priya. But I think we both know what you really want.”

Before she could respond, he stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me.”

Priya hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. But then, almost against her will, she placed her hand in his and let him lead her deeper into the library, to a secluded corner hidden behind rows of towering bookshelves. The space was small and intimate, the only sound the soft rustling of pages and their own breathing.

Gowtham turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire as he cupped her face in his hands. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Do you know that?”

Priya’s breath hitched, her body responding to his touch in ways she couldn’t control. She wanted to protest, to push him away and demand answers, but all she could do was stare up at him, her lips parted in anticipation.

And then he kissed her, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that left her weak in the knees. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. Priya moaned softly into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as the kiss deepened.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Gowtham’s eyes were filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something else—something darker, more primal. He reached down and took her hand, guiding it to the front of his pants.

“Feel that?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “That’s what you do to me.”

Priya’s eyes widened as she felt the hard length of him beneath her fingers. Her heart raced, and she couldn’t help but wonder how something so… big could possibly fit inside her. The thought sent a wave of heat rushing through her body, and she found herself wanting to explore more.

Gowtham seemed to sense her curiosity, because he stepped back slightly and began to unbuckle his belt. Priya watched, her breath coming in short gasps as he pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his fully erect cock. Her eyes widened even further as she took in the sight of him—thick and long, with veins running along the shaft and a glistening bead of precum at the tip.

“Go on,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. “Touch it.”

Priya hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around him. She gasped at the feel of him—hot and hard, yet velvety smooth against her skin. She began to stroke him slowly, her movements tentative at first but growing more confident as she felt him twitch in her hand.

Gowtham groaned softly, his head falling back as he enjoyed the sensation. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that.”

Encouraged by his reaction, Priya leaned down and tentatively licked the tip of his cock, tasting the salty tang of his precum. Gowtham’s breath hitched, and he tangled his fingers in her hair, gently guiding her mouth down onto him.

Priya’s eyes fluttered closed as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his size. She moved slowly at first, unsure of what she was doing but eager to please. As she gained confidence, she began to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass.

Gowtham’s groans grew louder, his grip on her hair tightening as he thrust gently into her mouth. “Fuck, Priya,” he muttered. “You’re so good at this.”

Priya felt a surge of pride at his words, and she redoubled her efforts, using her tongue to swirl around the tip of his cock as she sucked him. The taste of him was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more.

But then Gowtham pulled away, leaving her panting and desperate for more. He lifted her up onto the table, spreading her legs wide and positioning himself between them. His fingers trailed up her thighs, pushing her skirt up until it bunched around her waist.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. Priya whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily as he teased her.

Gowtham hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, tossing them aside. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

And then his fingers were on her, sliding through her slick folds and finding her clit with unerring accuracy. Priya gasped, her back arching off the table as he began to rub slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive nub.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her hands clutching at the edge of the table for support. “Gowtham…”

He didn’t respond, too focused on the task at hand. His fingers moved faster, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. Priya’s moans grew louder, echoing through the empty library as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.

But just as she was about to tip over the edge, Gowtham stopped, leaving her panting and desperate. He stepped back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to see you come on my cock.”

Priya whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation as Gowtham positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move. “You’re so tight.”

Priya cried out as he thrust into her, the sensation overwhelming as he filled her completely. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

But then a voice cut through the haze of pleasure, sharp and mocking.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

Both Gowtham and Priya froze, their heads snapping toward the source of the voice. Divya stood there, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the scene before her.

“Divya…” Priya stammered, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Divya crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at Priya. “So this is what you’ve been up to? Letting Gowtham fuck you in the library like some cheap slut?”

Priya’s eyes widened in shock, but before she could respond, Divya continued.

“You think you’re so special, don’t you? But you’re nothing more than a toy for him to play with.”

Gowtham stepped back slightly, his expression unreadable as he watched the exchange. Priya felt a pang of hurt at his silence, but she quickly pushed it aside as Divya’s words continued to cut deep.

“You’re pathetic,” Divya sneered. “Always trying to control everything, but look at you now—spread out on a table like a whore.”

Priya’s eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she just sat there, feeling exposed and vulnerable as Divya’s cruel words echoed in her ears.

Divya turned to Gowtham, her smirk widening. “And you… I thought you had better taste than this.”

Gowtham’s jaw tightened, but he still didn’t say anything. Divya shook her head in mock disappointment before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Priya and Gowtham alone once more.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing. Priya looked up at Gowtham, her eyes searching his for some kind of reassurance.

But all she found was a cold emptiness that made her heart sink.

“Gowtham…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he simply pulled out of her and began to adjust his clothes, his movements mechanical and detached.

Priya felt a lump form in her throat as she watched him. “Gowtham, please…”

But he didn’t even look at her as he turned and walked away.......................................................................................

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Chapter 4 : 

Priya’s breath hitched as Divya’s fingers tightened around her wrist, pulling her closer with a force that left no room for resistance. Their eyes locked for a split second—Divya’s gaze burning with a mix of dominance and something darker, something Priya couldn’t quite place. Before she could process it, Divya’s lips crashed into hers, hot and demanding. Priya’s body stiffened at first, but the heat of the kiss melted her defenses, her lips parting instinctively as Divya’s tongue slipped inside, claiming her with a ferocity that sent shivers down her spine.

Gowtham watched from the corner of the room, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that mirrored the tension in the air. He didn’t move, didn’t speak—just stood there, his gaze flickering between the two women as their bodies pressed together, their hands roaming with a desperate urgency. Divya’s fingers tangled in Priya’s hair, tugging gently but firmly, while Priya’s hands found their way to Divya’s waist, gripping her as if she might slip away.

The sound of their mingled breaths filled the room, heavy and unsteady, as the kiss deepened. Divya’s free hand slid down Priya’s side, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping under the hem of her shirt. Priya gasped into the kiss, her body arching instinctively toward Divya’s touch. The warmth of Divya’s palm against her bare skin sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she felt herself growing wetter by the second.

Gowtham’s voice broke the silence, low and commanding. “Now,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument, “it’s your turn to watch me fuck your mother while you and Divya kiss and touch each other until you both cum hard.”

Priya’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as she pulled away from Divya just enough to look at him. Her mother was still lying on the bed, her body flushed and glistening with sweat from their earlier encounter. Gowtham’s gaze was fixed on her now, his expression unreadable but his intentions clear. He moved toward the bed with deliberate steps, his hands already working to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Divya’s lips brushed against Priya’s ear, her voice a soft whisper that sent a fresh wave of heat through her. “Don’t stop,” she murmured, her breath warm against Priya’s skin. “Keep going.” Her hands returned to Priya’s body, sliding under her shirt and pushing it up over her head. Priya shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, but Divya’s touch quickly warmed her again, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles around her nipples.

Priya’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as Divya’s hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, her body betraying her even as her mind struggled to process what was happening. Divya’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that made Priya’s knees buckle. She clung to Divya for support, her nails digging into the other woman’s shoulders as pleasure coursed through her.

On the bed, Gowtham had stripped off his clothes and was now kneeling between Priya’s mother’s legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her inner thigh as his hands spread her legs wider. Priya’s mother moaned softly, her back arching off the bed as Gowtham’s tongue found her clit. The sound sent a fresh wave of arousal through Priya, and she turned her head to watch, her breath catching in her throat.

Gowtham’s movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue circling her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance. Priya’s mother’s hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as her hips rocked against his mouth. The sight of it—her mother so lost in pleasure, so completely at Gowtham’s mercy—was almost too much for Priya to bear. She felt a pang of jealousy mixed with something else, something she couldn’t quite name.

Divya’s fingers continued to work their magic, sliding inside Priya with a practiced ease that made her cry out. The sensation was overwhelming, and Priya’s legs trembled as she felt herself teetering on the edge. Divya’s lips found hers again, swallowing her moans as she added a second finger, curling them just right to hit that spot that made Priya see stars.

On the bed, Gowtham shifted position, lifting Priya’s mother’s hips and positioning himself at her entrance. He pushed inside slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he filled her completely. Priya’s mother let out a low moan, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and steady.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—the slick slide of skin against skin, the soft gasps and moans that escaped their lips. Priya’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as Divya brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Her orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing as she cried out, her nails digging into Divya’s skin. Divya held her through it, her fingers still moving inside her as she whispered words of encouragement in her ear. When the waves finally subsided, Priya slumped against her, her body trembling with aftershocks.

On the bed, Gowtham was still moving, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent as he chased his own release. Priya’s mother’s moans grew louder, her body arching off the bed as she reached her own climax. Gowtham followed soon after, his body stiffening as he spilled himself inside her.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Then Gowtham turned to look at Priya and Divya, his eyes dark with desire. “Your turn,” he said, his voice rough with need..................................................................................................................

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Chapter 5:

The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, the aftermath of their previous encounter still lingering like a heavy fog. Divya’s lips brushed against Priya’s ear, her voice low and husky as she whispered, “I want to watch him take you. I want to see you come undone while I touch you.” Her breath was warm, sending shivers down Priya’s spine as her hands trailed down the curve of her body, fingers grazing over sensitive skin.

Priya’s heart raced, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She glanced at Gowtham, who stood by the bed, his eyes locked on her with a hunger that made her stomach twist in anticipation. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, his muscles taut and glistening under the dim light. She could feel the heat of his gaze, and it only fueled the fire burning inside her.

Divya’s hands moved lower, cupping Priya’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under her touch. Priya gasped, her head falling back against Divya’s shoulder as pleasure shot through her. “You’re so beautiful,” Divya murmured, her lips trailing down the side of Priya’s neck. “I want to feel every inch of you while he fucks you.”

Gowtham stepped closer, his presence commanding and undeniable. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Priya’s cheek before tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice rough with need. Priya nodded, her breath catching in her throat as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue slid against hers, claiming her mouth with a ferocity that left her dizzy.

Divya’s hands continued to explore Priya’s body, her touch both gentle and demanding. She slid one hand between Priya’s thighs, fingers teasing her already slick folds. Priya moaned into Gowtham’s mouth, her hips arching into Divya’s touch. The dual sensations were overwhelming—Gowtham’s kiss consuming her while Divya’s fingers worked her closer to the edge.

Gowtham broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he stepped back. “Turn around,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Priya obeyed, her body trembling as she faced away from him. Divya moved with her, her hands never leaving Priya’s skin. She pressed herself against Priya’s back, her lips finding the sensitive spot behind her ear as she whispered, “Let go. Let him take you.”

Gowtham’s hands gripped Priya’s hips, his touch firm and possessive. She could feel the heat of him pressing against her, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. He didn’t hesitate, sliding into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. Priya cried out, her nails digging into Divya’s arms as pleasure surged through her.

Divya’s hands moved to Priya’s breasts again, pinching and teasing her nipples as Gowtham began to move. His thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one driving her closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps. Priya’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

“Look at her,” Divya whispered in Gowtham’s ear, her voice dripping with desire. “Look at how she takes you.” Gowtham’s eyes locked on Priya’s face, watching as pleasure twisted her features. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. Priya’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the brink of another orgasm.

Divya’s lips found Priya’s neck again, biting down gently as she whispered, “Come for him. Let him feel you.” The words were enough to push Priya over the edge. Her body convulsed, her walls tightening around Gowtham as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room as she came undone.

Gowtham groaned, his thrusts growing faster and more erratic as he chased his own release. He buried himself deep inside her, his body stiffening as he spilled himself with a guttural moan. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

Divya stepped back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she watched them. “You two are perfect together,” she said, her voice soft but laced with something darker. She turned to Priya’s mother, who had been watching silently from the corner of the room. “Now it’s your turn.”

Priya’s mother hesitated, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. Divya crossed the room in a few quick strides, her movements predatory. She grabbed Priya’s mother by the wrist, pulling her close. “You’ve been watching long enough,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “Now it’s time for you to join us.”

Priya’s mother tried to pull away, but Divya’s grip was firm. “Don’t fight it,” Divya whispered, her lips brushing against her ear. “You know you want this.” She pushed Priya’s mother onto the bed, climbing on top of her with a predatory grace. Her hands roamed over the older woman’s body, exploring every curve and dip.

Priya watched, her body still tingling from her own encounter as Divya dominated her mother with a fierce intensity. Divya’s lips found her mother’s neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. Her hands moved lower, slipping under the waistband of her mother’s pants and sliding them down her hips.

“You’re mine now,” Divya whispered, her voice filled with a dark promise. She spread Priya’s mother’s legs, her fingers teasing her slick folds. The older woman gasped, her body arching into Divya’s touch as pleasure surged through her.

Gowtham watched from the corner, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the scene before him. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup Priya’s cheek. “You did so well,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “But we’re not done yet.”

Priya looked up at him, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gowtham smirked, his hand sliding down to grip her hip. “I mean,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “we’re just getting started.”.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

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*Chapter 6 END:*

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, the air crackling with tension as Divya’s fingers continued to tease Priya’s mother, her touch both commanding and relentless. Gowtham stood over Priya, his hand still gripping her hip, his eyes locked on hers with a predatory intensity. But before he could act, the door swung open with a loud bang, shattering the moment.

Priya’s mother froze, her eyes widening in shock as she turned to see her own mother standing in the doorway, her face a mask of fury and disbelief. “What in the world is going on here?” she demanded, her voice sharp and cutting through the heavy silence.

Divya didn’t flinch. Instead, she slowly withdrew her hand from between Priya’s mother’s legs, her lips curling into a sly smile. “We were just… having a little fun,” she said, her tone dripping with mock innocence.

Gowtham stepped forward, his body tense but his expression calm. “It’s not what it looks like,” he said, though his voice carried a hint of defiance.

Priya’s grandmother stormed into the room, her eyes darting between the three of them. “Not what it looks like? My daughter is half-naked, and you’re telling me it’s not what it looks like?” Her voice rose with each word, her anger palpable.

Priya’s mother quickly pulled her clothes back on, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Mom, please, let me explain—” she began, but her mother cut her off with a sharp wave of her hand.

“Explain? Explain what? That you’re letting these… these children take advantage of you?” Her voice was laced with disgust as she glared at Divya and Gowtham.

Divya crossed her arms over her chest, her smirk never wavering. “Take advantage? Hardly. She was enjoying herself quite a bit, weren’t you?” She turned to Priya’s mother, who looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

Gowtham stepped closer to Priya’s grandmother, his voice calm but firm. “We didn’t force her into anything. She wanted this. We all did.”

Priya’s grandmother scoffed, her eyes narrowing. “You expect me to believe that? My daughter would never—”

“But she did,” Priya interrupted, her voice trembling but determined. She stood up, her body still shaking from the intensity of what had just happened. “She did want it. And so did I.”

Her grandmother turned to her, her expression softening for a moment before hardening again. “Priya, what has gotten into you? This isn’t like you.”

Priya took a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears. “Maybe it is. Maybe this is who I am now. And maybe… maybe that’s okay.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Divya stepped forward, her hand gently resting on Priya’s shoulder. “She’s right,” she said softly. “This is who we are. And we’re not going to apologize for it.”

Priya’s grandmother looked between them, her anger slowly giving way to confusion and something else—something that might have been understanding. She sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping. “I don’t know what to say,” she admitted, her voice quieter now.

Gowtham stepped closer to her, his expression softening. “You don’t have to say anything. Just… let us be who we are.”

For a long moment, no one spoke. Then, slowly, Priya’s grandmother nodded. “Fine,” she said finally. “But if anyone gets hurt…”

“They won’t,” Divya interrupted, her voice firm. “We’ll take care of each other.”

Priya’s grandmother looked at her daughter, who gave a small nod of agreement. “Alright,” she said reluctantly. “But I’m keeping an eye on you.”

As she turned to leave, Divya exchanged a glance with Gowtham, a silent understanding passing between them. The moment the door closed behind her, the tension in the room seemed to dissolve, replaced by a renewed sense of desire.

Gowtham turned to Priya, his eyes dark with hunger. “Now, where were we?” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

Priya shivered as he reached for her, his hands sliding up her sides and sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Divya stepped closer, her fingers trailing down Priya’s arm as she leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You’re ours now,” she said, her breath hot against Priya’s skin.

Priya’s mother watched from the corner, her body still tingling from Divya’s earlier touch. She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, her eyes locked on Gowtham. “And what about me?” she asked, her voice trembling with need.

Gowtham turned to her, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Oh, we haven’t forgotten about you,” he said, his voice filled with promise.

Divya reached out, pulling Priya’s mother closer until they were all standing together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. The air around them seemed to hum with anticipation as Gowtham’s hands roamed over both women, his touch igniting a fire within them.

Priya moaned softly as Gowtham’s lips found hers, his kiss deep and demanding. Divya’s hands slid under Priya’s shirt, her fingers teasing her sensitive skin as she whispered words of encouragement in her ear.

Priya’s mother gasped as Gowtham’s hand slipped between her legs, his fingers finding her already slick folds. She arched into his touch, her body trembling with need as he teased her mercilessly.

Divya turned her attention to Priya, her lips trailing down her neck as her hands worked to remove her clothes. Priya’s breath hitched as Divya’s mouth found her breast, her tongue swirling around her nipple and sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Gowtham watched them for a moment before turning back to Priya’s mother, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as his fingers continued to work their magic between her legs.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and gasps, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Divya’s hands explored every inch of Priya’s body, her touch both gentle and demanding as she brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Priya’s mother cried out as Gowtham’s fingers pushed inside her, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit as he drove her wild with pleasure. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she felt herself teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

Divya’s mouth moved lower, her tongue tracing a path down Priya’s stomach until she reached the apex of her thighs. Priya gasped as Divya’s lips closed over her clit, her tongue flicking against the sensitive nub and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Gowtham groaned as he felt Priya’s mother tighten around his fingers, her body trembling as she reached her climax. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries of pleasure as she came undone in his arms.

Divya continued to pleasure Priya, her tongue working tirelessly as she brought her closer and closer to the edge. Priya’s hands tangled in Divya’s hair, her hips bucking against her mouth as she felt herself spiraling out of control.

With one final flick of her tongue, Divya sent Priya over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cried out Gowtham’s name. Divya held her close, whispering words of praise as Priya rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Gowtham watched them, his own desire burning hotter than ever. He turned to Priya’s mother, his eyes filled with hunger. “Your turn,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

She nodded eagerly, her body still trembling from her earlier climax. Gowtham pushed her down onto the bed, his hands roaming over her body as he prepared to take her again.

Divya joined them, her hands and mouth exploring every inch of their bodies as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, their moans and cries mingling together in a symphony of desire.

As Gowtham thrust into Priya’s mother, his movements slow and deliberate, Divya turned to Priya, her eyes filled with a dark promise. “This is just the beginning,” she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.

Priya nodded, her body still tingling from the intensity of their encounter. She watched as Gowtham and Divya pleasured each other, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The room was alive with their passion, their desires intertwining as they lost themselves in each other. And as they reached the peak of their pleasure together, they knew that this was only the start of something much deeper—something that would bind them together forever.......................................................................................................