Arahan stayed buried inside Geetanjali long after he finished, both of them breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. He didn’t pull out, just rolled them onto their sides so they faced each other, her leg draped over his hip, his cock still half-hard and twitching occasionally inside her leaking pussy. Thick rivulets of his release slowly seeped out around him, dripping down her inner thigh and onto the sheets.
He pulled her closer, one arm under her neck, the other wrapped around her waist, hand splayed possessively over the small of her back. Geetanjali nestled her face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly, her own still racing. The diyas had almost burned out, leaving the room in soft, dying amber light.
"You’re still dripping with ," Arahan murmured against her hair, voice low and lazy. His fingers traced idle circles on her spine. "Feel that? My cum leaking out of your greedy little cunt... marking you from the inside. This pussy’s ruined for anyone else now, Bhabhi. Every ti you walk tomorrow, you’ll feel sloshing around in there... reminding you who filled it up so well."
Geetanjali shivered, pressing her thighs together around him, which only squeezed him tighter and made more of his seed trickle out.
"Mmm... I can feel it," she whispered, voice hoarse and satisfied. "So warm... so much... you pumped so full I’m overflowing. My garden’s never been this wet... this satisfied. You watered it deep... claid it."
Arahan chuckled softly, kissing her temple. "And I’m not done claiming it. Next ti I’m gonna bend you over right here, spread these cheeks, and fuck you from behind until you’re screaming my na so loud the neighbors think you’re possessed."
She smiled against his chest, nuzzling closer. "Promise?"
"Promise," he said, hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. "Gonna make this married pussy mine every night you need it... gonna keep you leaking, keep you aching, keep you coming back for more."
They stayed like that, tangled, whispering filthy little endearnts, bodies pressed skin to skin, until the distant sound of footsteps on the courtyard path snapped them both alert.
Amma.
Geetanjali’s eyes widened. "She’s back early..."
Arahan started to pull out, but she grabbed his hips, keeping him inside.
"No ti," she hissed. "Just, stay still."
She yanked the heavy blanket up over both of them in one frantic motion, covering them from neck to toe. Arahan froze beneath her, cock still semi-hard and lodged deep, her pussy clenching around him from the sudden tension. The blanket trapped their heat, their mingled scents, the sticky ss between her legs.
The bedroom door creaked open.
Amma stepped inside, carrying a small brass thali with leftover puja items.
"Geetanjali? Beta, are you still awake?" Her voice was gentle, tired from the temple.
Geetanjali forced her voice steady, even as Arahan’s cock twitched inside her at the risk.
"Y-yes, Amma... just... tired. I’m very tired tonight."
Amma paused at the foot of the bed, looking at the lump under the blanket. Geetanjali’s face was flushed, breathing uneven, small involuntary whimpers slipping out every ti Arahan shifted the tiniest bit.
Amma’s eyes narrowed slightly. She had heard those sa breathy moans many nights before, always assuming her daughter-in-law was alone, touching herself to ease the long emptiness of her marriage.
She sighed softly, a knowing, almost sympathetic look crossing her face.
"Rest well, beta," she said quietly. "You sound... exhausted. Take care of yourself."
She turned and left, closing the door gently behind her.
The mont the latch clicked, Geetanjali whipped the blanket down and glared at Arahan, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lingering lust.
"You idiot," she hissed under her breath. "She almost caught us—"
Arahan didn’t let her finish.
He rolled her beneath him again in one smooth motion, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her hip as he thrust back in, hard, deep, deliberate.
Geetanjali’s curse turned into a sharp moan.
"Arahan—fuck—you—ahh!"
He didn’t stop. He fucked her with slow, punishing strokes, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in, making the bed creak softly.
"Shh," he growled against her mouth, kissing her to muffle the sounds. "You were clenching so hard when she was standing there... your pussy loved the risk, didn’t it? Loved knowing I was balls-deep in you while your mother-in-law thought you were just fingering yourself."
Geetanjali’s anger lted into desperate whimpers, hips lifting to et every thrust despite herself.
"You... bastard... she thinks I’m... masturbating... but it’s you... it’s your cock... fucking ... ahh—harder..."
Arahan grinned darkly, releasing her wrists so he could hook her legs over his elbows and fold her in half again, driving deeper, faster, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the quiet room.
"That’s right," he rasped. "Not your fingers... my thick dick stretching this married cunt... filling it with cum while she thinks you’re alone. You’re not alone anymore, Bhabhi. This pussy’s mine now... and I’m gonna keep fucking it until you can’t walk straight."
Geetanjali’s moans grew frantic — she bit her lip to muffle them, but the pleasure was too much. Her walls fluttered, another orgasm building fast.
"Coming... coming again... Arahan—fuck—fill —please—"
He slamd in one last ti, burying himself deep and unloading, hot, thick spurts painting her insides again, mixing with the first load until she was overflowing.
They collapsed, panting, trembling, his cock still twitching inside her as aftershocks rolled through them both.
Geetanjali looked up at him with dazed satisfaction.
Arahan fucked her nearly four to five tis that night.
Each round was slower, dirtier, more possessive than the last. After the second ti, when she was still trembling on top of him and his cum was leaking out in thick white rivulets down her thighs, he flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave faint bruises, cock slamming deep while he whispered how her married pussy was now molded to his shape, how she’d never feel full without him again.
The third ti he sat against the headboard and made her ride him reverse, her back to his chest, his fingers rubbing her clit while she bounced, moaning his na until her voice cracked.
The fourth was on the floor beside the bed, rough, urgent, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her down and fucked her into the carpet, filling her again until she was overflowing, the sheets soaked beneath them.
By the fifth, slow and lazy in the early hours, she was too sore to move much, so he laid her on her side, spooned behind her, and rocked into her gently, one hand between her legs stroking her oversensitive clit until she ca with a quiet, shuddering sob. He finished inside her one last ti, holding her close as his cock pulsed, adding yet another load to the ss already dripping from her swollen, well-used cunt.
Just before dawn, when the sky was turning pale gray and the village was still asleep, Arahan slipped out of bed. He dressed quietly, kissed her forehead while she dozed in exhausted bliss, and left through the back door without a sound.
Geetanjali didn’t stir until nearly noon.
Sunlight stread through the curtains. Her body felt heavy, deliciously wrecked. Every muscle ached, especially between her legs. Her pussy was sore, swollen, tender; the lips puffy and sensitive, the entrance still slick with dried cum. When she tried to sit up, a sharp twinge shot through her core and she hissed, thighs trembling.
She managed to stand, slowly, legs shaky, walking with a slight waddle because every step rubbed her raw inner walls together.
Cum from the night before leaked out in slow trickles, making her thighs sticky. She wrapped a thin shawl around her waist to hide the ss and limped to the kitchen.
Amma was already there, stirring dal on the stove.
"Daughter-in-law? What happened?" Amma asked, turning at the sound of uneven footsteps. Her eyes flicked over Geetanjali’s flushed face, the careful way she moved, the slight wince with each step.
Geetanjali forced a weak smile, leaning against the doorfra for support.
"Nothing, Amma... I just feel tired. Very tired. Last night was... long."
Amma’s gaze lingered, knowing, but saying nothing. She had heard the moans, the bed creaking, the muffled cries through the thin walls. She had assud, as always her daughter-in-law had finally given into her own hand again, finding release in lonely desperation.
She sighed softly, almost fondly.
"Sit down, beta. I’ll bring the food to you. You look like you’ve been through a storm."
Geetanjali lowered herself carefully onto a low stool, biting her lip against the sting when her sore pussy pressed against the hard wood.
"Thank you, Amma," she murmured.
Inside, her body still humd with aftershocks. Every shift of her hips reminded her of Arahan, how many tis he’d stretched her, filled her, claid her. She could still feel the throb of his cock, the warmth of his cum deep inside, the delicious ache that proved she had finally been thoroughly, properly fucked.
She smiled to herself, small and secret.
Amma set a plate in front of her, rice, dal, a piece of roti, and patted her shoulder gently.
"Rest today. You need it."
Geetanjali nodded, cheeks warming.
"Yes, Amma. I think I do."
As soon as Amma turned back to the stove, Geetanjali slipped her phone from her dupatta pocket.
She opened Arahan’s chat.
Geetanjali: I can barely walk. You ruined last night... and I loved every second. When can you ruin again?
She hit send, heart racing, pussy clenching around nothing in the mory.
The reply ca almost imdiately.
Arahan: Tonight? Or do you need a day to recover, my greedy little Bhabhi?
Geetanjali bit her lip, thighs pressing together despite the soreness.
Geetanjali: Tonight. I’m already aching for you again.
She set the phone down, took a shaky breath, and tried to eat, knowing full well she wouldn’t be walking straight for days.
Geetanjali spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon moving like she was made of glass.
Walking to the kitchen to serve Amma lunch had been torture; sitting down felt like pressing on a fresh bruise. She excused herself twice to the bathroom just to clean up the slow leaks that kept trickling down her inner thighs, biting her lip at the sight of thick white streaks on her fingers each ti.
By noon, Amma had gone to rest in the shade of the veranda with her knitting. The house was quiet. Geetanjali retreated to her bedroom, locked the door, and collapsed onto the bed, the sa bed still faintly scented with sex, rose petals, and sweat.
She stared at her phone.
Arahan’s last ssage from early morning glowed on the screen:
Arahan: Thinking about how sore you must be right now. Good sore? 😈
Her thumb hovered.
She opened the cara.
First, she lifted her saree pallu just enough to show the red marks his fingers had left on her hips, faint fingerprints blooming like bruises. She snapped a photo, cropped it tight so only the skin and marks showed, and sent it.
Geetanjali: See what you did? I can barely walk. Every step reminds of how deep you fucked .
She didn’t wait for a reply.
Next, she spread her thighs slightly under the saree, angled the phone low between her legs, and took another, close enough to show how puffy and red her outer lips still were, glistening with fresh wetness and traces of dried cum.
Geetanjali: Still leaking your cum. My pussy’s so sore... but it’s throbbing for more already. Look what you turned into.
Her breathing quickened. She recorded a short voice note.
[Voice note sent]
"Arahan... I’m lying here touching myself thinking about you... my fingers are nothing compared to your cock... I’m so wet again... it hurts to clench but I can’t stop... I need you inside tonight... please co soon... I’m begging..."
She hit send before sha could catch up.
The replies ca fast.
Arahan: Fuck, Bhabhi. Those photos... your pussy looks wrecked. Beautifully wrecked. I can see how swollen you are, all because of . Good girl for showing .
Arahan: That voice note... I’m hard just listening to it. You sound so desperate. Keep touching, but don’t co yet. Save it for when I’m back inside you tonight.
Arahan: Send one more. Spread wider. Let see how much you’re still dripping my cum.
Geetanjali’s heart hamred. She obeyed.
She hiked her saree higher, spread her thighs fully on the bed, used two fingers to part her swollen lips, showing the pink, glistening entrance still leaking slow white threads. She snapped the photo, and sent it.
Geetanjali: This is what you left behind. Co tonight... fill it again... I want to be sore for days.
Arahan: Tonight. Sa ti. Back door. Wear nothing under that saree. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t whisper my na anymore, only scream it.
Geetanjali dropped the phone beside her, hand slipping between her legs again. She didn’t co, she edged herself slowly, whimpering his na, letting the ache build until she was shaking.
All afternoon, the ssages continued, photos, voice notes, filthy promises, each one making her pussy clench around nothing, reminding her exactly how thoroughly he had claid her.
By evening, she was trembling with anticipation.
And when the sun finally set, she left the back door unlatched.
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