Romance Short stories

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Readers, I will be writing short stories in this thread. Your encouragement is appreciated.

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Midnight Mercy in a Stranger’s Hands 01

Hello friends, today I am going to tell you a story that I consider to be a turning point in my life. In it, I will tell you how I went from being a smart girl from a rich family to becoming the mistress of an ugly old truck driver. So, let's begin the story.
My name is Lavanya. I am studying in Bangalore city. I am 20 years old, and my body shape is 30-28-32. This story is from three years ago. After my mid-semester break, I was traveling by train from Bangalore to Shimoga. I ordered dinner at a junction station.

When I checked my purse, I had only 150 rupees. But I had ordered for 450 rupees. I decided to pay online. I didn't worry much. When the train reached the junction station, the delivery boy brought my order. He said that they don't accept online payments.

This worried me a little. The train was about to stop for 10 minutes at the station. Then I asked the delivery boy:
Me: Is there an ATM nearby?
He said: There is one outside the station.
Then I thought I could give him the money after taking the money from the ATM. I immediately got down from the train and went to take the money from the ATM. When I went there, I saw two people already standing in the queue. After waiting for some time, my turn came. While I was taking the money, the announcement of the train departure came.

As soon as I took the money, I gave the money to the delivery boy and started running towards the platform. The train started to depart, and I was very scared. I started running even faster, but unfortunately I missed the train. Then I was in a state of crying.
But, regaining my composure, I immediately went to the station master and told him the whole story. He assured me that he would do the same as long as I kept my luggage at the Shimoga station. Then I asked about the next train.
Station Master: "There is no train today. The next train will come tomorrow."
I was a little worried, so I asked for a road bus.
Station Master: "There is a highway nearby. You can get a bus from there."
Then I immediately headed towards the highway. The time was 12:30 am.
Silence surrounded me... but it was an eerie silence. In the distance, the horns of trucks on the NH highway were calling "beep beep". Their headlights were painting the road in red-yellow lights. I approached the tea stall nearby and stopped. He heard my story and said, "Madam, the bus is not coming yet as it is night. There are a lot of trucks on the highway. Let's see if anyone can help." He suggested and offered me a cup of tea. I waited for about half an hour but could not get the bus.
After some time, a truck stopped in front of me, and a man of 65-70 years got out of the truck. His belly was very big. He was about 6 feet tall. His body must have weighed more than 100 kg. Thick thick arms, a face full of scars, he was disgusting to look at.
He looked me up and down once. I was wearing a delicate white cotton kurta. Its length was only till between my thighs. It was something I had chosen to keep me comfortable on the train journey. But it was now emphasizing the curves of my body in the cold of this night. I was not wearing a doublet. The V-shaped front of my kurta was vaguely showing the cleavage of my chest. Below, I was wearing a pair of tight black leggings. It emphasized the curve of my waist and the thick softness of my tight thighs, showing the dance of my body with every step. The white bra I wore today, chosen for my small, young breasts, its lace edges peeking out from under the kurta, making my body even more attractive.
Driver: What happened, madam? Do you need any help?
I was a little scared, so I said,
Me: No, nothing, you can go.
Then the shopkeeper told him my story.
Then the driver said, “There is no need to be scared. It is very late at night and you are not safe here. I am also going to Shimoga. If you want, you can come with me.”
I hesitated a little. But then I thought, I don’t know if I will get the bus or not. There was no guarantee that the bus would come. So I told him yes and started to board the truck.
When I was about to board the truck, my foot slipped and I fell backwards. Then the truck driver immediately grabbed my buttocks from behind and saved me from falling. I was now leaning on his shoulder. Our eyes met. He put me down again.
Then he helped me board. Then he also boarded the truck. We left. I was silent in the truck for a long time. Then he started talking. First, he told me his name. His name was Chinnappa.
Then he asked me my name. I slowly told him mine. Then we started talking. Gradually, our conversation turned to relationships and sex. At first I was embarrassed. But eventually, I told him everything, including the fact that I don’t have any boyfriends here.
Chinnappa: “You are so beautiful. I can’t believe you don’t have a boyfriend.”
I felt a little embarrassed to hear him complimenting me. Meanwhile, the truck stopped on a deserted road.
Chinnappa’s eyes were now lustfully observing every line, every bump and crook of my body. With every bump, the hollows of your chest rose and fell, Chinnappa’s breathing getting heavier to the beat.
His eyes started from your face and slowly slid down. That mixture of fear-curiosity-attraction in your big black eyes turned him on even more. That little spot next to your lips – he wants to touch it with his fingertips for a moment. The way your hair is a little messy and falls on your shoulders, a rare attraction to him.
But his gaze now settles on your chest. Those perfect 30-inch curves… holding the fabric of the kurta a little tighter, the V-neck opening slightly as it rises with each breath. Even though the bra still holds them tightly, the slightly raised breasts are clearly visible through the fabric. They bulge slightly when the cool night air comes in – Chinnappa’s eyes turn even redder seeing that.
His gaze slides down – that delicate curve of your 28-inch waist, the kurta sitting a little too short on it, the tiny navel just showing. Then your thighs… those 32-inch thick softness held tight in the leggings. Your thighs move slightly as the truck rises, the dark line of shadow peeking out from under the kurta. His eyes linger there – his breathing becomes heavier as he sees that mysterious shadow between your thighs.
I asked him to escape this awkwardness, “Will you tell me about your family?”
Chinnappa’s voice now continued with a long sigh. He was driving the truck, looking at the distant black road through the front window with his eyes. At that moment, a deep, old wound of pain appeared on his face along with desire. He stopped talking and fell silent for a moment.
"Shri... my granddaughter... she looks just like you. The same big eyes, the same soft smile. When she comes and sits next to me, she rests her head on my lap and asks, 'Grandpa, why are you always away?' I pat her head and say, 'Grandpa, shouldn't you be working on the road, child?' But inside... I know I'm running. When I get home, her mother, my daughter, sees me and bursts into tears. 'Dad, why are you so far away? Can't you be with us?' She asks. I can't answer... because all I know is this truck, this road, this solitude." His voice cracked a little now. A layer of tears glistened in his eyes. But they didn't fall. He continued, his voice dropping even lower:
"After my wife left, I stood on this very road one night and cried. Sitting inside the truck, holding the steering wheel... so that no one would see. That night I knew that I would die alone. Even if I had children, grandchildren... this loneliness would not leave me.
It was 1:30 am, the forest was dark outside, only a small light was shining in the distance. The truck's engine turned off, stopping with a loud noise - the sound made your heart beat faster.
You turned to Chinnappa, your voice trembling a little with fear, and asked:
Me: "What happened? Why did you stop?"
He took his hand off the steering wheel and turned to look at me. There was a small greedy glint in his eyes. But he hid it and said it normally.
Chinnappa: "It seems that there is something wrong with the truck. The engine is making a little noise. I'll look down."
He turned his big body, opened the truck door, and got out. The cold night air outside came in for a moment, stinging my skin. I sat in the seat, checking my phone, waiting. But there was no signal, it was 1:35. My heart was beating "dhad dhad", I was filled with fear of what would happen on this deserted road.
After a while, I got out of curiosity. He was under the truck. Thick hands were playing with the engine, a look of boredom on his face. I came closer and asked.
Me: "What happened? Are you okay?"
He looked up at me, smiled, and said, "It'll take a while to fix it. If you're sleepy, go inside the cabin and sleep. I'll be right here. "Don't be afraid."
I said, "Okay," and went inside the truck and lay down on his bed behind the seat. When I lay down, my kurta rode up a little, and my thighs were visible in my leggings. I closed my eyes. Sleep came in a short time. The worry of missing the train, the journey with this stranger, everything had tired me out.
After a while, the truck door opened slightly. Chinnappa came in like a burglar. Although his footsteps were heavy, the sound of them hitting the ground was quiet. His thick body stopped for a moment in the door frame, but his eyes were fixed on my body.
I lay down on the seat, exhausted. My kurta rode up a little from my body and the soft skin of my stomach was shining slightly in the light. To the rhythm of my breathing, the hollows of my chest were rising and falling slowly, a small slit was visible through the V-neck. My thighs were tight in my leggings, with a dark shadow. They stood gracefully. They trembled slightly when the cool night air came.
Chinnappa's eyes slid over my body. His eyes first on my face, on my big black eyes (although now closed), on the small mole next to my lips. Then down on the small cups of my chest, his breath became a little heavy as he watched them rise and fall. His gaze settled on the curves of my hips, on the soft skin of my stomach. Finally on my thighs. That thick softness, the dark shade that was pressed against the leggings. A deep sadness was mixed with the flame of desire in his eyes. Along with desire, there was a kind of pain, a kind of fear, a kind of fear of making a mistake.
He slowly came to you. His thick hand went down to my toes. At first, it touched my foot, small, soft. His fingers moved between my toes. Like a kind of care, but deep down there was a thread of desire. I still I was asleep. But my body trembled a little. Even in my sleep, my skin responded to that touch.
Slowly his hand moved up. It moved up my legs, gently running over my leggings. His fingers felt the soft skin of my inner thighs, pressing a little. His palm stopped in the middle of my thighs. Gently, but firmly. His fingers circled, coming closer to my most sensitive part. He was feeling the warmth inside through my leggings. My body trembled a little in my sleep, my thighs opening slightly, as if in an unconscious agreement to his touch.
Then... I woke up.
My eyes opened. For a moment my mind froze, then a flame of fear and anger flared up all at once. I immediately grabbed his hand tightly and pulled it away. I pressed his thick wrist hard with my fingers, pushing it away. My voice was angry Came out shaking.
Me: "What were you doing?! I was asleep! What is this?! How could you do something like this?!"

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Midnight Mercy in a Stranger’s Hands 02

My voice echoed inside the truck. The coldness of fear, the fire of anger, and a kind of pain all came out in a mix. I stepped back, my hands in front of me as if protecting my body, my eyes fixed firmly on him.
Chinnappa’s face turned white for a moment. A mixture of fear, sadness, and immediate apology flashed in his eyes. He immediately pulled his hand back, lowered his head, and sat down. His voice came out trembling, breaking:
Chinnappa: “I’m sorry Lavanya… I… I did something wrong. Seeing you sleeping, I… couldn’t help it… my loneliness made me do this. I didn’t mean to do something like this. Please forgive me… I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble.” Sad lines formed on his face. He closed his hands and sat down next to me. Then, making a sad face, he began to tell his life story.
Chinnappa: “Ten years ago, my wife Lakshmi passed away… of cancer. I never went home properly after she left. Since that day, I have been wandering the streets, trying to fill that void. But I can't. Every night I cry in this cabin... so that no one can hear me. Are you sleeping... I couldn't stand to see your body... I'm sorry. My loneliness has made me do this.""
His words touched my heart deeply. Even though my anger was still there, a deep compassion welled up inside me. My eyes also filled with tears. I slowly moved towards him, placed my hand on his shoulder. My voice came out small, but firm:
Me: "How much you have endured... I know. I understand your grief. But I am like your granddaughter. You should not do this to me."
Chinnappa's hands gently held my hand. His fingers moved between mine, pressing them a little. A kind of fear, a kind of begging, a kind of warmth of sorrow were all mixed in that touch. His eyes were staring at me without taking their eyes off me. The red color of desire had now disappeared from that look, and instead was filled with a deep, helpless feeling.
He began to speak slowly, lowering his voice.
Chinnappa's hands gently held my hand. His fingers moved between mine, pressing them a little. A kind of fear, a kind of begging, a kind of sorrowful warmth were all mixed in that touch. His eyes were staring at me without taking their eyes off. The red color of desire had now disappeared from that look, and instead was filled with a deep, helpless feeling.
He began to speak slowly, lowering his voice.

Chennappa: "Lavanya... you are my granddaughter's age but you are not my granddaughter. We met here tonight as strangers. Something inside me broke when I first saw you. I saw your body while you were sleeping... your face - that round face, those big black eyes, the small mole next to your lips... all of it reawakened an old fire in my heart. Your chest... those soft kalashas rising and falling with every breath, holding the kurta slightly tight, took my breath away. A spark of lust ignited inside me."
My heart went into a huge turmoil at that moment. Chinnappa's words hit me hard once. Each word set off a wave inside me. My eyes lowered a little, my hands pressed hard on my thighs. As if in self-defense.
The first thing that arose inside me was a cold wave of shame.
My cheeks turned a little red when Chinnappa asked about his body parts so shamelessly and in such detail. The feeling of "He's talking about my breasts... the mole next to my lips... so fearlessly" filled me. My breath caught a little. As the hollows of my chest rose and fell to the rhythm of my breathing, I felt the bumps and depressions of my own body more clearly. My hands naturally adjusted the front of my kurta a little. A small attempt at protection.
But along with the shame, an unknown thrill also arose.
His words sent a small electric current through my body. "My breasts rise and fall with every breath..." His words made her focus on my own body. My breasts rose slightly. It wasn't from the coolness of the night, but from an inner heat of lust that his words had caused. A small shiver arose between my thighs. It wasn't a shiver of fear, but a new, unconscious thrill. The thought of "Has he noticed me so much... has he looked at my body with such desire?" thrilled me with a kind of shame.
But along with this thrill was a deep compassion.
I clearly recognized the sadness that was as much desire in Chinnappa's voice. "He is saying that he is living with lust after seeing my body... but he has been alone for so many years. Have I become a support for him?" The feeling filled my heart. My eyes filled. These were not tears of shame, but tears of a sad man.
My inner voice was now pulling in three directions.
One voice was saying: "This is wrong... I'm not ready yet... I should back off."
Another voice was saying: "But he's looking at me with such desire... Do I have that much value?"
A third voice was saying: "He's so lonely... I can ease his sorrow a little... If I were here, he might be happy."
These three voices were rising in my heart at once. My breathing became heavy. My hands gently held his hand. It was a kind of sign of agreement, but not full agreement.
Me: (in a small voice)
"Chinnappa... your words have moved me. I feel ashamed to know that you have looked at my body with such desire. But at the same time I also feel a strange feeling. I feel sorry for your sadness. I can't let you be alone. But I am still afraid. Let's go slowly... you mustn't hurt me."
My eyes looked straight into his eyes – there was fear in that look, but there was also a small sign of consent.
Chinnappa, who accepted my small consent, now sat down next to me. From the moment Chinnappa's thick body came and sat down next to me, the air inside the truck was filled with a kind of heavy warmth. His shoulder touched mine slightly. With that one touch, a small electric current flowed through your body. I was sitting small, slightly shrunken like a sparrow. My body seemed even softer, protective in front of his big body.
His right hand slowly came and placed it on my left shoulder. At first it was just a weightless touch. But the moment his palm touched my skin, all the hair on my body stood on end. His fingers gently pressed and felt the softness of my shoulder. There was a kind of care in that pressure, but deep down there was also a strong desire.
He looked into my eyes and asked softly:
Chinnappa: “What does your father do, Lavanya? Why did he send you so far away?”
I kept answering. My voice was small, trembling a little
“He… runs a small electronics shop. He is always at work…”
As I spoke, his right hand slowly moved down. From my shoulder, through my back, to my waist. His fingers gently touched the soft skin of my waist from above my kurta. There was a kind of caring pressure in that touch. But at the same time his fingers were gently pressing around the waist of your waist, making small circles. His fingers were exploring the softness of my waist, its shape, its warmth.
My body trembled slightly. My breath hitched. A small "ha..." sound escaped my lips. My thighs parted slightly. It was happening without me knowing. The folds of my chest rose and fell to the rhythm of my rapid breathing. They held my kurta fabric a little tighter.
His left hand moved up my back, pulling me slightly towards him. My shoulder touched his. His hot breath fell on my neck. The hairs of his beard prickled my skin.
He came close to your ear and whispered, "Your mother... she must be as beautiful as you. But tonight you are here with me... your tenderness is making me forget my loneliness."
Chinnappa's hot breath was reaching my ear, warming my body even more. His hands were now moving around my kurta. Slowly, but with determination. His right hand moved down from my shoulder and came to rest on the straps of my bra. His fingers continued to follow the line of those thin straps from the top of the fabric.
Chinnappa: “Lavanya… your bra straps are so thin… the white lace edges are slightly visible from under the kurta. How softly do these straps cling to your shoulders? Is your bra white… or is it a slightly tan color? Tell me what color lace you have on these cups of your chest… don’t be shy…”
I lowered my face, trembling slightly and breathed, “White… white lace… there is a small flower design…”
He smiled and moved his fingers even more gently. Following the line of the bra strap, up to the bottom of my chest. Chinnappa: “White lace… nice. How beautiful your brown nipples must look on that white lace… Is your bra too tight now? Aren’t your cups full and pressing the cups of your bra?”
My breath came out loudly. I blushed and hid my face in his shoulder. But my body moved closer to him. My thigh touched his thigh, my chest pressed slightly against his chest.
His left hand now moved down from my waist and stopped near the edge of the kurta. His fingers were gently playing on the fabric, following the line of my panties.
“Now tell me Lavanya... what shape are your panties? Bikini style... or full cover? Is there lace? What color? Is it white... or has it changed to a different color now because of your wetness? How tight is it stuck to your bud? Are your black hairs visible through that lace? Tell me... don't be shy... isn't your body responding to my words now?”
I closed my eyes in shame. My voice came out very small, trembling, “White… bikini style… lace… now… now it’s so wet…”
He smiled happily and kissed my neck softly. Chinnappa: “It’s good… your bikini panty is now very tight on your bud. Has your wetness made it transparent? Is your brown bud clearly visible through that white lace? How swollen is your clit now? I can imagine its shape from your panties without putting my hand in it… Isn’t your body so hot now?”
I blushed and leaned even harder on his shoulder. My thighs opened a little. My breasts pressed against his chest. My breath was coming out loud, vibrating.
“Chinnappa… your words… I… can’t stand it…” I gasped.
He smiled happily and pulled me closer. Our faces were very close now – his hot breath was falling on my cheek. His beard hair was slightly pricking my cheek.
First his lips gently touched my left cheek. Just a small, hot touch. I shivered a little. Then he gave me a sweet kiss on my right cheek. His lips pressed against my skin a little, then slowly slid away. There was a kind of tenderness in that kiss, but deep down there was also intense desire.
I moved closer to him, shy and eager. My chest pressed against his chest. He gave me another kiss on my cheek. This time a little longer, holding his lips a little closer. The heat of his lips lingered on my cheek.
He looked into my eyes and said softly, “Lavanya… your cheeks are so soft… now let me come to your lips…”
Our faces came even closer. His lips came close to mine and stopped. At first, just the breaths blended together. I closed my eyes. He first gave me a small kiss on my lower lip. Gently, but deeply. Then on my upper lip. I took a deep breath.
He captured my lips completely. The first kiss was gentle, then deep with desire. His tongue sought mine. I held his shoulders tightly. Our kiss grew longer, more intense.
His tongue sought mine. First gently, then deeply, making my tongue dance. Our tongues swirled around each other. Like a kind of dance, but intensely, filled with hunger. His tongue went deep inside my mouth and touched my walls, so that he could fully taste the taste of my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around his. Our breaths mingled together, coming out loud.
He placed one of his hands on my cheek and held my face tightly. His fingers pressed against the soft skin of my cheek, pushing my head back a little and pressing my lips even deeper. I held his shoulders tightly. My fingers pressed against his skin through his shirt.
The kiss became longer. He bit my upper lip a little and pulled. A wave of pleasure, along with the pain, ran through my body. I let out a small, “Ha...” gasp. His tongue pulled mine even deeper and slid inside my mouth.
It was hot. Our breaths were one, coming out loud and mixing with each other. His lips pressed against mine, turned a little, and then kissed me deeply again. With each kiss, the heat of my body was rising even more.
I also grabbed his lips. My tongue searched for his, wrapped around it, and pulled it deeper. Our kiss was very intense now – lips pressed against each other, tongues wrapped around each other as if fighting, and our breaths came out loudly, uniting our bodies.
He moved back a little and smiled at my lips and said, “Lavanya… your lips are now swollen and red… your kiss is so sweet… I feel like I should place kisses on your neck, your cheeks, your chest like this…”
I closed my eyes and moved closer to him, my lips searching for his again.

After Chinnappa’s lips separated from mine, he slowly slid down my cheek. His hot breath fell on my neck first. The touch of that hot air made all the hairs on my skin stand on end. I tilted my head back a little, my neck completely exposed. He first placed his lips gently on the left side of my neck. Just a hot, wet touch. The kiss lengthened a little. His lips pressed against my skin, then slid away a little. The skin of my neck trembled subtly. Then he came to the right side of my neck and gave me another kiss. This time a little harder, his lips pressed against my skin as if they were sucking. A small sound came out in that kiss – “Chup…” The heat of his lips lingered on my neck. He continued and came to the center of my neck. My pulse was beating fast there. His lips pressed gently on that part of my neck. Then he bit down a little. It was so soft that it didn’t hurt me, but a strong wave ran through my body. I let out a small, “Ah…” gasp. His tongue gently touched the skin of my neck. The wet, hot tongue circled my neck in small circles. There was a kind of tickling in that touch. His tongue came close to the pulse on the inside of my neck and pressed it down a little.
He reached for the nape of my neck, where he parted my hair a little, exposing the nape of my neck. His lips came down and kissed me softly. The kiss grew longer, his lips pressing against my skin as if sucking it. Then he bit and pulled. A small red mark remained on the back of my neck. I tilted my head back a little, giving him more space. His tongue slid long and hard along the back of my neck. From top to bottom, from bottom to top, enjoying every part of my skin.
With each kiss, each bite, each touch of his tongue, my body heat rose even higher. Even though his beard hair was prickling on my neck, the pain turned into pleasure. My breath was coming out hard, the hollows of my chest rising and falling.
He came up to my neck and kissed me again. This time, a little longer, his lips pressing against my neck pulse, feeling my heart beat. I breathed his name “Chinnappa…”
Chinnappa’s face slowly moved down from my neck. His lips were still on my kurta. He came closer in a V shape between my chest and buried his face a little. His beard hair was poking a little between my breasts through the kurta. His hot breath was reaching my skin through the cloth. The breasts of my chest responded to his hot breath and stood even harder.
He slowly snorted and said, “Lavanya… my name is sounding so sweet in your voice… your heart is beating so loudly under my lips… I will go down further… I will know every part of your body with my lips.”
His lips first caressed the bottom of my left breast on the kurta. The pressure of his lips was reaching my skin through the cloth. He sucked a little, leaving a wet mark on the cloth. His tongue circled the fabric of the kurta. The wet cloth stuck a little, the shape of my breast was clearly visible.
He did the same on my right breast. He pressed his lips on the fabric, circled it with his tongue, and kissed it a little sucking. The lumps of my chest were rising even harder through the fabric. His saliva was reaching my skin through the fabric. The fabric was sticky and wet in that part.
His hands began to find the edge of my kurta. His fingers wrapped around my waist, slowly climbing up the bottom of the kurta. I shivered a little. My breath hitched, but my body leaned forward a little as if accepting his touch.
He whispered in my ear, “Lavanya… I don’t need this kurta of yours now… I want to see your whole body…” His voice came out very thick, full of lust. His right hand grabbed the bottom of my kurta and slowly lifted it up. The soft skin of my waist trembled at the touch of his fingers.
As the kurta rose further, my stomach was exposed. The small hairs around my navel were touching his fingers. He lifted the kurta further and exposed the bottom of my bra. The white lace bra pressed against my full breasts and came before his eyes. I raised my hands shyly. I was unconsciously helping him remove the kurta.
He slid the kurta off my shoulders and removed it completely. My upper body was now only in the bra. My breasts were rising and falling before his eyes. Small beads of sweat were shining on my skin. I closed my eyes in shame, but my body waited for his touch.
Even though I closed my eyes and covered my chest with my hands, my breath came out loudly. With each breath, my breasts pressed against the lace cups of my bra. My brown nipples were clearly visible through the thin lace. Small beads of sweat glistened on your skin, running from your neck to the hollow of your chest.
Chinnappa lay down next to me, placed one hand on my cheek and slowly turned my face towards him. His other hand came to my hands and slowly tried to remove them. Although I hesitated a little, his fingers intertwined with mine and slowly moved them away.
Chinnappa's eyes were fixed on my breasts. He stared at me silently for a while, holding his breath. Then his large hands slowly came to rest below my breasts. His palms completely covered my areolas. My breasts flattened slightly, then rose again. His fingers circled my nipples, pressing a little, twisting a little, and hooking a little.
I bent my body slightly and exclaimed, “Ha...” He held one of my breasts with both hands and lifted it slightly. The weight was heavy in his hands. Then he held the other breast in the same way and pressed them together. The breasts touched each other, deepening the gap.
Chinnappa’s body was lying completely on top of me, so that the tent inside his lungi was directly touching the middle of my thigh. That hard, hot, bouncing lump pressed against my leggings right through the thin fabric of the lungi. With every slight movement, it throbbed on my bud. It was pressing. My bud was even more wet with moisture and stuck to the leggings. Even though I pressed my thighs a little, the pressure didn't go away. Instead, it was getting more intense. Before I knew it, he had taken off his shirt. The warmth of his thick, muscular chest was directly touching my chest. Even though the hair of his beard was poking between my breasts, I pushed my body forward a little and got closer to him.
After playing with my breasts for a while – he put his mouth back into mine. His lips completely captured mine. At the same time, one of his hands moved up and down my back and started to stroke my back. His fingers followed the line of my spine, sliding up and down, pressing a little, and twisting a little. My back arched a little and pressed even more against his hand.
I put my hands under his armpits and hugged him tightly. My fingers moved up his back. The hardness of his muscles was reaching my palms. I pulled him even closer. Our bodies stuck even harder. His hands now moved down my back and reached the hooks of my bra. His fingers searched for the hooks and tried to unhook them one by one. The first hook came unhooked with some difficulty. The bra straps loosened a little. Then the second hook, his fingers were shaking a little but decidedly unhooked. The moment the third hook was undone, the bra was completely loose. The straps slid down my shoulders.
He slowly lifted the cups of the bra. My breasts were completely exposed. The round, plump cups had spread out a little to either side as they lay, but they were firm and erect. The brown areolas were bulging, and in the middle, the teats were thick and pointed like cherries – glowing red-brown, responding to his gaze.
He held his breath as he looked at my breasts. Then his large hands slowly came to rest on my breasts. His palms completely covered my cups. His fingers circled my breasts, pressing a little, twisting a little, and pinching a little.
I bent over slightly and exclaimed, “Ah...” He held one of my breasts with both hands and lifted it up a little.
He came close to my ear and whispered, “Lavanya… your breasts are melting so softly in my hands. Even though I play so much, it’s not enough… seeing you vibrating so beautifully makes my desire rise even more…”
I bent my body a little and pressed myself even more against his hands. My breath was coming out loud, vibrating.
Chinnappa’s lips first touched the underside of my left breast softly. That hot, wet touch sent a huge electric shock through my body. The realization that a man was putting his mouth on my breast for the first time caused a mixture of fear and pleasure in my chest. My breath hitched. My hands went to the back of his head and held his hair tightly. Even though I tried to move back, my body moved even closer to his mouth.
His lips completely covered my breast. At first they just wrapped around it. My breast became even harder with the pressure of those hot lips. Then his tongue started to swirl inside and suck. Slowly, but deeply. The tip of his tongue circled my breast, pressed it, and bit it gently with his teeth. Although the pain was slight, a huge wave of pleasure flowed through my body. I exclaimed, “Ah... Chinnappa...” with a slight moan. My body trembled a lot. My legs opened a little, my thighs pressed a little inside the leggings. My breath was coming out loudly, my chest was rising and falling. At that time, my right hand suddenly slipped down. The edge of his lungi was a little loose. My fingers suddenly touched his erect penis. That hard, thick, warm feeling reached directly to my palm. My hand trembled a little. The realization that I was touching a man’s penis for the first time sent a huge wave through my body. My fingers pressed a little unconsciously. That hard warmth, the sudden movement, the slight trace of moisture all reached my palm. My bud vibrated even more under the pressure of his penis.
My shyness melted away in the heat of lust. I bravely undid the knot of his pants. The pants slipped down loosely. My hand came to rest on his dirty, old glass. The glass cloth was slightly damp from the moisture. I slowly, trembling a little, slid my hand over his penis. Through the glass, that thick, hard feeling filled my palm. My fingers moved up and down the length of his penis, slowly, but full of desire. His penis moved rapidly. The slight mark of moisture on the glass cloth increased even more.
Then my fingers grabbed the edge of his penis and slowly slid down. His penis was completely exposed. The thick, hard, red, bulging penis came into my hand. I held it in my hand, the size, the hardness filling my hand. I felt a little scared as I felt it bigger and thicker than my hand. My fingers couldn't wrap around it completely. It was moving rapidly inside my hand. The feeling created a mixture of fear and desire in my body. I hadn't seen it with my eyes yet, I was just feeling it with my hand.
My fingers were playing with the length of his penis, moving it up and down. Slowly, but full of desire. His pubic hair stuck to my fingers. That dirty, wet hair touched my palm, giving me a strange pleasure.
Meanwhile, he was playing with my breasts, one above the other, with his mouth. He sucked on my left breast and turned the right breast with his fingers, biting and circling it. His tongue circled my breasts and sucked them, deeply, intensely. My breasts were now very red, swollen and shiny. My breath was coming out loudly. I held his cock and pressed it even harder.
My body was waiting for me as I played with his cock. My fingers were playing with the hardness of his cock, circling it, pressing it, sliding it up and down. It was moving rapidly inside my hand, swelling even more and getting wet. That thick, hot feeling filled my palm and moistened my bud even more. I was sliding it a little faster and playing with it. My fingers were gently pressing, circling, and hooking the tip. His cock was moving even harder and faster inside my hand, the hair of his cock was stuck to my fingers and wet.
At that time, Chinnappa slowly moved his right hand to the middle of my thigh. His fingers reached the edge of my leggings and stopped. I shivered a little, but my body opened a little as if accepting his touch. He slowly slid the edge of my leggings down and put his hand inside. First, his fingers came and stopped on my white panties. The warmth of his palm reached my penis through my panties. My panties were completely soaked with moisture and stuck to it. When his fingers pressed on it a little, my penis vibrated a little. I let out a small sigh, “Ha...” He slowly slid the edge of my panties down and put his fingers inside. His palm touched my bald, wet penis directly. The moment his fingers touched the skin of my penis, he froze. His breath seemed to stop for a second. My clitoris was very hot, wet with moisture, and slightly swollen. His fingers trembled a little as he felt its soft skin. He breathed, “Oh… Lavanya… your pussy is so hot, wet with moisture… you are playing with my pussy… I have put my hand on your pussy… we are both becoming one…”
His eyes sparkled with desire, and a look of surprise and intense lust appeared on his face.
He pulled back a little, looked into my eyes, and breathed in a deep voice, “Lavanya… your pussy is so wet, soft, and shiny with moisture… I am going crazy just thinking about it without seeing it… your body is so beautiful, completely mine…” His voice was a mixture of surprise, desire, and a kind of adoration. His hands pressed slightly on my thighs, feeling the softness of my body even more. His cock was moving harder and faster between my thighs. His penis was now very erect.
Immediately he prepared to remove my leggings and panties. His right hand grabbed the edge of my leggings and slowly started sliding them down. The soft skin of my thighs was exposed first. His fingers moved along the inside of my thighs, feeling the smoothness of my skin. As the leggings slid down from the middle of my thighs, my white panties were completely exposed. They were soaked with moisture and stuck together and shone before his eyes.
He grabbed the edge of my panties and slowly slid them down. My bald pussy was completely exposed. The very hot, shining with moisture, slightly erect pussy opened before his eyes. He stared at them for a while and then he fell asleep. His eyes were scanning every part of my body completely. His cock grew even harder as he saw my bald head, soft thighs, skin glistening with tiny beads of sweat, and full breasts.
I was completely naked in front of a man for the first time. My body was completely exposed, lying in front of his eyes. Small beads of sweat were shining on my skin, my breasts were hard, my heart was beating fast. A mixture of shame, fear, pleasure, and desire was flowing through my body. I lay with my eyes down, trembling slightly. But my body was heating up even more in response to his gaze. My thighs opened slightly. I was completely naked in front of his gaze, surrendering every part of my body to him.
The 70-year-old man, having the opportunity to see such a young woman's body so closely for the first time, felt his blood flow increase sharply. His cock moved even harder and faster. Its gigantic size, hardness, was too intense for him to resist.
He had kept his cock from showing me his eyes until now. He knew it was gigantic. He was afraid that if I saw him, he would back away and stop playing. But now his patience was over. He didn't have the patience to drag out the foreplay any further.
He slowly spread my legs apart. His big hands pressed against the inside of my thighs and gently pushed them to both sides. My pussy was completely exposed in front of him. He came between my legs and stood. His giant cock came even closer to my pussy. The tip of his cock was now close enough to touch the mouth of my pussy.
Then a wave of fear swept through me. I pulled my body back a little. "Chinnappa... Condom... There's no condom..." My voice was trembling. A mixture of fear and desire was visible in my eyes. I was not in my safe period. At this moment, that worry overwhelmed my mind.
Chinnappa smiled slightly when he saw my eyes. He came close to my ear and whispered in a deep voice, “Don’t worry Lavanya… I won’t put my cum inside you… I’ll just enjoy you… Your cock is so close to your vagina… I won’t fill you… Trust me…”
(But he had a different thought in mind. He had definitely decided to fill me with his cum.)
Although I hesitated a little, my body leaned forward a little as if accepting the touch of his cock. My vagina vibrated slightly as it touched the tip of his cock. My breath came out loudly. I gasped, “Chinnappa… please… slowly…”
He spread my legs even wider and gently pressed the tip of his cock against the mouth of my vagina. It mixed with the wetness of my vagina and penetrated a little. I said, “Ah...” with a little moan – my pussy trembled a little, scared by the size of his cock, but opened even more with the wetness.
I gasped, trembling a little, “Chinnappa… slowly… I… I’m scared… but my body wants you...”
He spread my legs even wider and slowly pressed the tip of his big, hard cock against the mouth of my pussy and started to penetrate inside. I gasped, “Ah.. Chinnappa… slowly, my first time...” with a little moan.
The thick tip of his cock pressed the small mouth of my pussy open a little and started to penetrate. My pussy was still hard and small, so it was difficult to accommodate the size of his cock. A sharp pain spread through my pussy. But with that pain came a strange wave of pleasure. The walls of my pussy held the tip of his cock tightly. He was pushing slowly, very slowly. He was pushing slowly, very slowly. My breath caught with every millimeter. The moment the first inch of his cock entered me, I filled my eyes and gasped, “Ah… Chinnappa… It’s so big… My pussy is breaking…”
He stopped immediately. But didn’t pull out. He nibbled my ear gently to distract me and whispered, “How come you’re so beautiful?”
Me: “I’m just like my mother.”
He laughed a little. The laugh was deep, but full of love. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “So your mother was also so attractive? But now that you’re in front of me… Your soft skin, these pink lips, these plump breasts… All of this is mine alone. Not your mother, but you.”
I felt ashamed that he was praising my mother.
I felt ashamed that he was praising my mother. My cheeks turned red and hot. I buried my face in his chest and whispered a little,
“Chinnappa... don’t talk about my mother like that... it makes me feel ashamed...”
His penis was slowly penetrating inside.
Chinnappa gently nibbled my neck and said, “Okay Lavanya... I won’t talk about your mother. Now, all I have in front of me is you. Your cheeks are red, your eyes are full of shame... I like all this. You look even more beautiful when you are ashamed like this. But I was imagining that your mother must have felt this way when she had her first sex with your father.”
The moment his words reached my ears, a wave of intense shame surged through my body. My cheeks turned even redder and I pressed my face hard against his chest and breathed out in a slightly scolding voice,
“Chinnappa… please… let it go… I feel ashamed… if you say that, I will feel even more… even more ashamed…”
But his words had created a strange image inside me. My pussy was still tightly holding his cock. It was now a little more wet, hotter, waiting for his movement. Along with the shame, a new desire was rising.
He nibbled on my neck again gently, then whispered in my ear,
“Be ashamed Lavanya… that shame is what drives me even more crazy. When you tremble like this, your pussy wraps around my cock even tighter… Look… you are already even wetter. If your mother had not continued to be so shy, I would not have found you. I should thank your mother.”
I pressed my face hard against his chest, kissing his chest, “Chinnappa… please… don’t talk about mom anymore… I… I can’t bear it… I’m dying of shame…”
But his words had created a strange image inside me. My mom’s shame, her first night, her body trembling… That image awakened a new desire in my body. My penis became even harder, full of moisture, and wrapped around his penis. I unconsciously pushed my hips up against his. To take him deeper.
He noticed the pressure of my penis and chuckled. His hands held my penis tightly, slowly moving back and pushing him deeper again. This time my penis opened completely. The pain subsided, and an intense pleasure filled the place. His penis was now touching my hymen. As soon as my hymen touched his penis, a perverse smile appeared on his face. He knew that my pain would increase now, so he said, “Look Lavanya… your pussy is welcoming me with such desire… even though you are shy, your body is telling the truth… you are mine… completely mine… I got you and your pussy because your mother was not shy and cooperated with your father. How many years after your father and mother got married were you born?” He breathed lustfully into my ear. Me: “Within a year”
As soon as I heard this, Chinnappa's face lit up. She should also allow me to put my sperm inside her vagina. He now kissed my cheek so that I could hear a sound
"So your mother also didn't use a condom during her first sex with your father. She took his raw penis inside her virgin vagina. I said you look like your mother, isn't this a coincidence? When you were also having your first sex with me, my raw penis was penetrating inside your vagina."
I bit his chest and said "They were both married and became husband and wife. Hahaha, Mom was so brave"
Chinnappa was gently thrusting my silky smooth, most sacred and tight vagina with the tip of his thick penis. That warm, moist, silky softness of my vagina was completely covering his vagina. A wicked joy, a hunger for domination, was flashing in his eyes. This was the moment when I would destroy my sacred virginity, which I had guarded so carefully. The moment when this old, dirty man, Chinnappa, would invade my most secret, untouched place, rich, cultured, beautiful.
The moment the tip of his penis touched my hymen, my body completely jumped once. My eyes opened wide. I gasped in fear, a painful “Oh...!”. But Chinnappa continued the game 6-7 times. Gently pressing, pulling back, pressing again...he was preparing me for the next stage, very slowly, enjoying my hymen.
His balls were contracting tightly. He was so excited that he could not hold it in any longer. He withdrew his penis. Only the tip remained in my pussy. Taking a few short, sharp breaths, he gathered all his strength and thrust forward in one fast, deep motion.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… Please… It hurts so much!!!” I tried to scream in terror. My body jumped completely, arching my back and getting up. But Chinnappa covered my mouth tightly with his mouth, swallowing my scream with his tongue. His cock rushed into the tunnel like a train barrel, tearing my hymen in an instant. The moment that sacred, tight wall was torn apart, a fierce electric shock ran through my body. Tiny droplets of blood moistened his cock.
I arched my back. My nails dug completely into Chinnappa’s back. Blood dripped. I tried to push him away, but his heavy body pressed me against the bed. His cock was now completely buried deep in my vagina. For the first time, penetrating the most sacred place that no one had penetrated, measuring its depths.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I groaned in pain, closed my eyes, and buried my face in his chest. But with the pain, a strange, deep wave of pleasure began to rise. My penis wrapped tightly around his penis, filling it with moisture, calling him deeper.
Chinnappa left my mouth and softly whispered into my ear,
“My queen… It was just 10-20 seconds of pain… Then it was bliss… You are mine… Your sacred virginity is now completely mine… Your pussy is embracing my pussy so lovingly… Ah… You are so tight…”
My tears were falling on his chest. Groaning from the mixture of my pain and a little pleasure, I scratched his back even harder with my nails and breathed,
“Ah… Chinnappa… It hurts… But… You… You are inside me… Completely… My virginity… is yours… Please… Slowly… Make me yours…”
Chinnappa wiped my tears with his lips and started to move slowly, caressing me gently. The pain gradually melted away. A deep, intense wave of pleasure began to rise in the place. Instead of moans, my lips were now making small moans of pleasure.
He whispered in my ear,
“Look… your pussy loves me now… your virginity is mine… now you are completely mine… my queen… my slave… my everything…”
We were both moving in the same rhythm. Tears were still welling up in my eyes, but they were becoming tears of joy.
Chinnappa was thrusting into me rhythmically, deeply. Each thrust reached deep into my pussy, my walls were tightly encircling his cock. As I neared climax, my breathing became heavy, my pussy tightened, and my body trembled, he would immediately slow down. As I stood on the edge of climax, an intense, unsatisfied fire of desire burned inside me. Even though his penis was firmly inside my vagina, it was pressing against my walls with every slight movement, driving me even more crazy.
Chinnappa's voice hummed softly in my ear.
"Lavanya... my queen of lust... girls follow their mother's example, don't they?"
I closed my eyes, held my breath, and hummed a little, "Um... um...". My voice was trembling. Shyness, desire, fear, everything mixed together.
He gently grabbed my hair and pulled my head back a little. I had to bend my neck and look into his eyes. A dark, domineering fire was flashing in his eyes. "Don't you also want to be like my mother?"
Me: "Umm ummm I behaved the way my mother behaved with these people."
I kept pressing my hips against his penis. He was experienced and knew very well why I was pressing.
Chinnappa: "Hmm you have done it till now. Will you do it again?"
Us: "Umm Chinnappa....Pappa...."
Chinnappa: "What did your mother do on her first night?"
Me: "I am ashamed Chinnappa....what am I doing to you now."
Chinnappa: "Didn't you say that you were born within a year of your parents' marriage?"
Me: "Umm Chinnappa..."
My tension was increasing.....
Chinnappa: "What should I do next, you in your mother's place and I in your father's place?"
I closed my eyes, held my breath, and breathed out in a trembling voice,
“Chinnappa… Pour your seed inside my womb… Fill me… Like my mother did with my father… I am yours… Completely yours… Please… Don’t stop… Fill me… Pour your hot seed inside me…”
He bit my lips hard and his voice roared,
“Yes Lavanya… Your womb is open for my seed… I will fill you… Pour my hot, thick seed inside you… . Your vagina will be filled with my seed and flowing… You are yours… Forever yours…”
His movements became intense. Deep, hard, movements continued. . I moaned his name, trembling with desire, brought to the brink of climax, and pulled him hard. He pressed hard against the door of my womb, pouring a heavy stream of hot seed inside me. Deep, full, satisfying. My body trembled, sinking into orgasm. My vagina filled with his seed, my breathing became heavy, my eyes filled with tears. The night deepened. Only the roar of our breaths, our screams, the warmth of our bodies joining together, and the heat of the seed remained.

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