“So, you’re finally moving from here, right?” Kamala asked in a dull voice.
“Yes, dear, our visa got approved. Vimal wants me and the kids to join him as soon as possible,” I replied.
“Hmm,” Kamala sighed deeply. “But I’ll miss you terribly, dear.”
I bowed my head and murmured, “Me too.”
Kamala took my hand, kissed my fingers, and said, “Swathi, let me close the main door.”
I nodded, my body heating up quickly. I knew what was about to happen. A strange sensation coursed through me, especially across my skin. My groin throbbed inside my panties. Raindrops pounded noisily from the roof to the ground.
The chilled air mixed with wet droplets streamed through the open window, prickling my skin. My heart raced like drumbeats, and my breathing grew heavy, almost like an asthma patient’s.
Kamala returned, bolted the door, and sat beside me. She placed her hand on my left shoulder. We sat in silence, yet our unspoken thoughts flowed between us. My body yearned to give in. But thoughts of my loving husband, Vimal, urged my mind to resist and flee from Kamala’s room.
I wanted to escape her overpowering influence. But I knew I couldn’t resist her touch, her breath, her pheromones, or her passion for me, despite her being much older. A flood of thoughts raced through my mind. Her fingers slid to the back of my neck, caressing the most sensitive part of my body.
She knew me so well after six months. She knew how to manipulate me. But this time, I wasn’t ready to yield. I wanted to stay loyal to Vimal, who was desperately waiting for me.
I steeled my heart and said, “No, let me go home. I’m getting late.”My words faltered, but her grip tightened. She brought her lips to my earlobe, grazing it softly with her thick, tender lips. “Huh!” My body shuddered.
“Please, mole,” she whispered, “just for today. I won’t get another chance to love you, darling.” Calling me “mole,” she enveloped my earlobe in her hot mouth. God, this always happened when she touched me. I lost all sense, consciousness, and intelligence, floating somewhere between earth and heaven.
Her tongue lapped at my ear, her fingers tracing every inch of my neck. Though it was only 3 PM, the heavy rain made it feel like 6:30 PM. I wrestled with thoughts of Vimal, my beloved husband, and Kamala, who was irresistible. She placed her hand on my neck and pulled me toward her.
My boobs pressed against hers. Though we were fully clothed, the softness of her body against mine was electrifying. Her heat intensified my own. She caressed my face with hers, showering kisses as if there were no tomorrow. Her lips roamed my face.
Her hot breath grazes my chin. I inhaled her scent deeply, loving the buzz it sent through my body. I looked at her, overwhelmed by mixed emotions. Her eyes were closed, lost in the moment without a single thought. Her lips reached mine, and those petals captivated me without hesitation.
Here, I lost all control. The sweetness of her saliva and the aroma of her breath made me weak. I couldn’t resist any longer—I wanted to be hers. I pushed aside my sympathy for Vimal. Though he was my darling, Kamala was everything in that moment.
I couldn’t reject her passion and love. I hugged her tightly, and our lips devoured each other, seeking the deepest pleasure. We reclined on the bed, kissing swiftly. I kissed her lips hungrily, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, exploring every part as she opened wide for me.
Our bodies pressed together, wild with desire. I was wearing a saree, and she was in a nighty. I brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck, nibbling at her flesh. She moaned loudly, “Mole, do it like that, oh God!” Her body trembled beneath me.
My hands roamed her back, feeling her fleshy curves and tracing her panty line. Our kisses grew feral, like wild cats. Kamala gripped my midriff, pressing my tummy. Her hand slid beneath my blouse, and—oh!—she cupped my right breast. The jolt shot through my spine, my nipples hardening instantly.
She knew exactly how to touch me. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed over me, kissing me wildly. Our legs locked tightly together. She murmured, “I love you, mole,” rolling to my right and draping her leg over me, holding me close.
She pulled my lips with hers, blowing softly into my mouth. She tugged my pallu aside and pressed my left breast. She lifted my arm above my head and licked my armpit over my blouse. I went wild, yelling, “Chechi, remove my blouse!” I pleaded.
She unhooked my blouse and slipped it off, then shed her nighty. We were both in our bras now—hers perhaps 38C, mine 36D. We clung to each other, the thin fabric of our bras letting us feel the warmth of our flesh. We kissed frantically.
I unhooked her bra and slowly removed it.
Her boobs were stunning, her long, dark nipples marvelous. I pressed her boobs together, taking both nipples into my mouth, savoring them. Kamala Chechi was hissing like a snake, whispering, “Mole… mole… just like that… ahh…”
I couldn’t hold back and took her long, dark nipple between my lips, licking it inside my mouth. Kamala Chechi’s boobs were full and tender. I sucked them as if there were no tomorrow, knowing this day would mark the end of our relationship.
After this, I would belong to my husband forever. I wanted to give her a lifetime of sexual ecstasy. I held both her boobs in my hands and licked the valley between them. I rubbed her nipples against my eyes, closing my eyelashes to let her feel the sensation of my tears.
Chechi was in a frenzy, murmuring, “Honey, kill me. I don’t want to live after this. You know how to make me happy. You’ve unlocked true pleasure in my body. My husband is good for nothing. Please make me yours.”
I sucked both her nipples together, then noticed Chechi’s hairy armpit. I knew those thick, dark, musky hairs had grown just for me. I buried myself in her armpit, inhaling its intoxicating aroma and licking every inch.
I kissed her armpit passionately, drawing her hair into my mouth with unrestrained lesbian desire. Suddenly, Chechi raised her head and bit my neck with full force. Oh my God! I jumped from the bed as she devoured my neck like it was ice cream.
She crushed my boobs with overwhelming ecstasy, and I saw stars. Then Chechi peeled off her maroon panties and covered my nose with them.
“Sniff, darling. You’re my slave forever. Sniff hard. You may go to your husband, but I’m your true partner. Whenever you’re intimate with him, you’ll only think of me and smell my essence.”
I choked as she pressed the crotch of her panties against my nose. She repeated, “Sniff hard, baby. This scent should never fade from your mind.” I was becoming her slave. I realised I could never escape her allure in my lifetime. I etched the image of her panties and the aroma of her essence into my mind.
I didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to be her lesbian slave forever. I was ready to divorce my husband if she would marry me. I needed no one else but my Kamala Chechi. I loved her deeply, surrendering my soul and body to her.
I inhaled her panties’ aroma harder.
My pussy throbbed, my nipples stiffened, and my body quivered. I felt feverish despite the cold weather. Chechi asked me to inhale her panties again, and I did. Before I could finish, my pussy erupted the moment she slipped her finger inside me. I gushed like champagne, losing myself in the sensation.
Chechi didn’t pause for a second. She threw me onto the bed, tore off my panties, and tossed them into a corner of the room. She licked my core like a hungry cat lapping up milk. Another volcano was built deep within my womb. Chechi’s licking promised ultimate sexual bliss.
Her teeth grazed my inner walls, her hair brushed against my thighs, and her boobs rested on my knees. I could feel her nipples poking my flesh near my knees. She fondled my boobs with her fingers. Her mouth devoured my core, crushing my walls together, igniting the next eruption within me.
“Amma,” I arched my body. With a sudden thunder, my release surged forcefully from my core. My senses faded, my vision blurred, and thousands of honeybees buzzed in my mind. I shuddered with a final jerk. When I opened my eyes, Chechi was cuddling me in her arms.
Her heavy boobs pressed against mine, her legs entwined with mine. She looked radiant. Chechi caressed me with deep affection. I kissed her face, neck, and chin. I felt like a little girl in her embrace, unable to control myself as I hugged her tightly.
Kamala Chechi searched for something, and I watched her. She retrieved her panties from the corner of the bed and slowly trailed them from my forehead to my nose. I inhaled their toxic aroma again. She dragged them to my lips, neck, and boobs, covering them with the fabric.
My body heated up again. Then Chechi moved her panties to my core and rubbed them over the area. “Hoooo…” I hissed like a snake. Chechi pressed my core with her panties firmly, and I felt a mild release. She murmured in my ear, “Eat your Chechi’s pussy; it’s waiting for you,” and guided me to her core.
It was sticky with her essence, sloppy, and delicious. My tongue explored every inch of her. Chechi gyrated her hips against my face, her core rubbing against me like a machine. I wanted to consume every part of her. I took her clitoris into my mouth and fingered her wildly.
She moaned with abandon, and I relished her sounds. I spread her cheeks and slipped my tongue into her rim, savouring it thoroughly. Her body quivered; I knew she was about to release for me.
She yelled, cursing my husband, “I’m sure that dog can’t satisfy you. You’re mine. He’s just a name, and you’ll come back to me soon.” In a sudden move, Chechi pushed me back and pressed her slick core against mine.
After a moment, I realised she was guiding us into a scissors position. Oh God, it was incredible. Our boobs pressed together, her soft belly kissed my navel. Her clitoris grazed my sensitive spot, and our lips explored each other.
Chechi began rubbing slowly at first. I could feel the fullness of her core against my clit. I was in heaven. Our combined essence created soft “slurp slurp” sounds. Gradually, we found a rhythm, clinging to each other like a sandwich. The heat from our bodies felt like it could birth a thousand planets.
We neared our peaks, struggling to maintain our rhythm amid the intensity. Then Chechi screamed, “Moleeee, Chechikku varunneda kutaaa…” (Darling, I’m coming) and thrust against me fiercely. I couldn’t hold back either. “Yes, yes, yes, Chechi… I can’t hold it… Please give me all your essence, Chechi…”
The next moment, we exploded like a bomb. We both knew no one else could give us this much pleasure. I collapsed onto Chechi’s bare chest, and she held me tightly. I fell into a deep sleep, nestled against her bosom.
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