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Hey XIS fans, Rishi is back with the steamy sequel you’ve been waiting for! My old email got deleted for personal reasons. I’m terribly sorry to those who hit me up. Shoot your feedback to the new one at the end.
New readers, Part 1 gives you the full lowdown on how Meghna and I kicked off our wild, passionate fuck right there in the open. We got to know every bit of each other.
After that first time, the campus turned into this crazy hide-and-seek game. We’d catch eyes across packed lecture halls, her smile slamming me like pure adrenaline. I’d brush by her in the corridor—our fingers grazing just enough to spark those flashes of her body.
Friends started noticing the vibes, Yamini teasing us like hell. But we kept it cool with our secrecy pact to duck the gossip. No one could know about the lake. Those late-night walks? Our ritual—hands locked in the dark. Her head on my shoulder, dodging patrols while spilling our guts and sharing smooches.
After a week of college exams and assignments, we finally hit a free weekend. We booked this discreet resort on the city outskirts. It had a private pool, no nosy fuckers around, just us from sunset straight through sunrise. The wait had us both buzzing.
Her texts that week were straight fire, dropping hints on all the dirty shit she’d pull once we were alone. On that insane lake night, Meghna’s virgin body gave in to every touch under the stars. Shit got insatiable between us. Phones are blowing up nonstop with messages that went from flirty to full-on nasty sexting.
She’d hit me with a mirror selfie from her hostel bathroom. Fingers spreading those smooth pussy lips to show the pink wetness, captioned, “Still sore from you, but craving more.”
I’d shoot back a video of my hand pumping my thick cock, veins popping, pre-cum slick on the head, growling, “This is what you do to me. Picture it stretching you wide again.”
Her comebacks always cranked it up. “Want to feel it throbbing deep in my ass next time,” leaving me rock hard and scheming our getaway. After all that buildup, the day hit, and her call came through, voice all husky with bottled-up lust.
Meghna: “Rishi, I need you inside me tonight. Dreaming of you fucking me in the pool, waves slapping our skin while you pound me stupid.”
I heard her breath pick up, a little whimper slipping out as she spilt,
Meghna: “Touching myself right now, fingers on my clit, wishing it was your tongue.”
My hand was already down my pants, stroking slowly. I rolled up just after eleven, air thick as hell with the hype. Meghna was waiting at the hostel gate in this flowing black maxi dress, hugging her curves like sin. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking hard against the thin cloth.
She hopped on the bike. Her thighs slide against mine. Her hand trailed down my stomach, fingers teasing over my jeans. The ride was a blur. Her body tight against my back, boobs squishing softly with every bump on the road. Her hand grabbed my bulge, squeezing it in rhythm as if she owned it.
“You’re so hard already,” she teased, nipping my earlobe. “Bet you can’t wait to slide into my pussy.” By the time we rolled up to the villa, the clock hit midnight. The private pool was glowing under those soft underwater lights. Steam was rising off the heated water like it was begging us to dive into sin.
The resort was out in Mahabalipuram, villas all shrouded in dark by midnight—perfect setup for our sneaky fuck fest. “Been wet since dinner,” she purred right in my ear, hot breath shooting shivers down my spine. “Feel how bad I want you.”
She grabbed my free hand and shoved it between her legs. There were no panties, just a dripping pussy. We barely made it inside the door. Meghna’s dress dropped to the floor, showing off her naked body. Her full tits swaying, dark nipples rock hard.
Her shaved pussy was shining wet with arousal. She yanked at my clothes, buttons popping as she ripped open my shirt, nails scraping light over my chest. “God, I love your body,” she murmured, dropping to her knees to tug my jeans down.
My cock sprang out heavy and throbbing, already leaking pre-cum. She looked up with those sultry eyes. The same damn look from the library. Her tongue darted out, licking from balls to head. “Mmm, you taste like pure sex.” I hauled her up by the arms.
I was in a hard, bruising kiss—tongues fighting wild as hands roamed everywhere. My fingers dove straight between her thighs, finding her pussy soaked as fuck. Two fingers slipped easily into that velvety pussy, curling to hit that sensitive spot inside. She gasped right into my mouth, hips bucking hard.
“Fuck, Rishi, just like that. Finger my pussy harder.” I shoved in a third, stretching her good, thumb grinding her clit in tight circles. Her juices coated my whole hand, dripping down her thighs. She rode my fingers, moans getting louder. “Don’t stop—I’m so close. Make me cum on your hand before the pool.”
Her orgasm slammed her like a wave. Her pussy walls fluttering tight around my fingers, a gush of warmth flooding out as she cried, “Yes! Oh god, yes!” I licked her juices off my fingers, tasting that tangy sweetness. I then scooped her up and carried her to the pool edge.
Midnight air hit cool against our hot skin. We slid in slowly, water caressing every inch. Her nipples are getting even harder from the chill, my cock bobbing needily between us. Meghna floated right into me, legs wrapping my waist, her pussy brushing my dick.
“Fuck me here, Rishi. Right now, in the pool under the stars.” The water made her feel weightless, her body gliding easily. I gripped that juicy ass, lining up my cock head at her entrance. Rolled on a condom underwater, water making it slick.
Slow thrust, filling her inch by inch, her tight pussy giving way to my girth. She threw her head back, water splashing wildly. “So deep… your cock feels huge in here. Pound me, baby.”
Started with steady strokes, every plunge rippling the surface. Her tits bobbed with it, and I latched onto one, sucking the nipple hard while her hips snapped forward. “Like that? Love my dick splitting you open?” I growled, one hand kneading her ass cheek, the other pinching her free nipple.
She nodded like crazy, nails digging into my shoulders. “Yes! Harder—fuck my pussy as you own it. Want to feel you everywhere.” We shifted to the pool edge. Her back slammed against the tiled wall, legs hooked over my arms for that deep leverage.
Midnight sky watching as I drove into her hard, nonstop—slap of water hitting with our grunts every thrust. Her clit ground right against my pubic bone, cranking her up fast. “Rub my clit, Rishi. Make me squirt in this pool.” I did. Fingers flying over that swollen pussy.
She shattered—pussy clamping down like a vice, milking me as she screamed, “I’m cumming! Fill me up!” Buried deep, cock pulsing as I unloaded into the condom, waves crashing hard through me.
But midnight was just getting started. We treaded water, catching breath, her hand lazy-stroking my softening dick back to rock hard. “Turn around,” I growled, voice rough as hell. She did, hands braced on the pool steps. Her ass popped out like a fucking gift—round, firm, water running down the crack.
Spread her cheeks, thumb circling that tight rosebud. “Ever thought about taking me here?” She glanced back, eyes dark and hungry—that same look. “Tonight. Lube me up and claim my ass.” I was fucking thrilled, anal with the college goddess.
Grabbed the lube from our bag, slathered my fingers thick. One digit probed her puckered hole, easing in slowly as she pushed back. “Relax, Meghna. Let me open you up.” She moaned, “Burns so good… add another.” Two fingers scissored inside, stretching that ring while my other hand fisted my cock.
When she was begging, “Fuck my ass now—shove it deep,” I pressed the head right there. Water helped, and pop—I sank in, her heat gripping me stupid tight.
“Oh fuck, you’re so big,” she whimpered, but rocked back for more. Gripped her hips, thrusting shallow first, building to a steady rhythm. Pool water sloshed wildly with us, her free hand dipping to finger her pussy.
“Yes, feel my ass! Feels so dirty, so right.” Talk melted into animal noises—her yelling “Deeper! Wreck me!” and my grunts of “Take every inch, you slut.” Sweat mixed with pool water on our skin, midnight air buzzing with the heat.
She cum again, ass-clenching rhythm around my cock, shoving me to the edge. “Cum in my ass, Rishi—mark me!” Slammed home one last time, flooding the condom with hot spurts. Collapsed into the water, limbs tangled, her head on my shoulder as we floated.
“That was insane,” she sighed, fingers tracing my jaw. “But we’re not done. Tomorrow, that threesome with Yamini.” Her wicked smile promised more wild nights.
Finally crawled out as dawn peeked. We towelled off before tumbling into bed for one more—slow, sensual missionary. She whispered, “Love how you fuck me,” softly in my ear. Morning hit too quickly, but dropping her back, she leaned in: “Let’s do another round soon.” I was still starving for more of her.
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