Reeti to Rita - 3
A story of innocent lust
3
For Reeti, hours passed slowly that evening. The family had dinner at around 8 PM. Yogesh told everyone that he was tired. The new couple said their goodnights. Prakash wished her goodnight too, with a sly smile. Reeti followed Yogesh to the bedroom, nervous and excited. Her bangles clinked when she closed the door behind her.
‘I’ll go and shower,’ Yogesh said, after closing the door behind them. Reeti nodded.
While Yogesh was away showering, Reeti checked her phone. She was expecting a message or two from Prakash. There were none. She silenced her phone, and went to find a sleeveless satin night gown that her mother had packed. She didn’t take out any underwear, because, even back home, she never slept with any underwear. And as she was stacking her change of clothes, her phone buzzed.
‘So, what will you be wearing tonight Reeti?’ Prakash had texted.
‘Won’t tell you,’ Reeti sent, with a devil face.
‘Then show me,’ Prakash replied instantly.
She was typing ‘No’ when Yogesh walked out of the bathroom, dressed only in a towel. She stared at him.
Reeti had never seen Yogesh without a shirt before. Without a shirt, his chest looked even better. His stomach was flat, and chest had tufts of hair. He raised his arms to wipe his armpits. Yogesh wasn’t muscular, but there wasn’t any hint of fat anywhere either. Reeti couldn’t take her eyes off his bare body. Yogesh noticed her, smiled and said, ‘Would you not freshen up?’
Reeti entered the bathroom, undressed and stood under the shower. She soaped her palms, and paid extra attention to the place between her legs. While lathering up her bush, she let her finger wander around her pussy. Like the girls in the videos, she wanted to find the place where the girls touched themselves for such pleasurable results.
When she found that place, her clit, a place, which she would not touch often earlier, because it was too sensitive to touch, she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing herself. She closed her eyes, her body still wet and slimy from soap, and rubbed her clit through her soapy bush. While doing that she kept thinking about Yogesh’s bare chest, and the things that Prakash said, and the vision of Yogesh fucking her like the men in the videos.
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Her phone buzzed. She had carried the phone into the shower, almost without thinking. She had lost track of time, how long she had been standing there, with her legs wide apart, and touching herself. She turned on the shower again, and washed herself. As she patted herself dry, she looked at the mirror. Her hair was a wet mess, and her nipples had hardened – from cold and her touches. Still naked, she reached for her phone. It was an innocuous notification.
She put on her satin night gown. Her body was still moist. The gown was tight near her chest. Without a bra, her excited nipples were happily poky. The gown hugged the curve of her hips, tracing out her young ripe body in all its glory.
Maybe it was the touching, or seeing Yogesh half naked, Reeti had a reckless idea. She stood away from the bathroom mirror, so the full length of her body was visible, and clicked a photo.
Prakash lunged for his phone, abandoning the book he was trying to read. It was Reeti. And she had sent him a picture. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. The girl in the picture, his young Bhabhi, had sent him a bathroom selfie. The way she held the phone, covered her face, but it didn’t cover a lot of the more important things – her bare shoulders, her slender long neck, her soft underarms and her nipples poking out of her thin satin gown. The gown didn’t have a deep neckline, but it was tight enough to curve a little along the outline of Reeti’s breasts, leaving little to imagination as to how they would feel if he got to cup them.
Prakash fished out his dick. It didn’t take much to make him hard. He opened Reddit, and posted the picture, with the caption, “My 19 yo Bhabhi before her first night”. He didn’t have to wait long for the comments to come through.
‘I would fuck her from behind, with the nighty on’ one comment said.
‘I will choke her as I fuck her’ said another.
Prakash stroked himself, thinking of doing to Reeti all the things that the commenters wanted for Rita. He came soon. He kept his phone away. It kept buzzing with Reddit notifications. He couldn’t concentrate much on reading. He needed to study for the interviews. He was 23, with no obvious prospect of job lined up. His indulgence in online whoring, drinking and smoking meant that he needed a steady cash flow. His father and Yogesh gave him money, without asking many questions. But he felt that it would change in a year or so.
He quickly spiraled into despair and regret. The regret of wasting his college running after girls. He fucked a lot in those days, but at the cost of missing classes, and failing courses. He had the best phones, the coolest bike and best girls in his arms. But all that was in the past. The girls left, sooner or later. Some said that all he could think of was sex. Others told him that he wasn’t ambitious. And for others, it was too much to take that he had been with dozens of girls before them.
With the end of college, with all his friends placed in good companies, Prakash was left with a small circle of friends, mostly guys. They had less time for him now, because they all worked. The girlfriends from college had gone on to different cities, posted pictures with their new boyfriends, drinking beer and eating food with their salaries.
He sighed and closed his book. He hopped on to his computer, and logged into u/RitaBhabhi2003’s account and started typing replies to the DMs. He replied to each of the comment, mostly with sleazy things like ‘she will like that very much’. He created a folder, and kept the two photos of Reeti. Then, he typed a list of things that people wanted from Rita. The highest money was for body writing. Then there was petty money for pictures of her ass, and her naked breasts. A guy offered INR 20,000 to spend a night with her. That was far fetched and seemed more like a waste of time than a realistic price for his bhabhi’s pussy. Prakash made the latest picture of her as the profile picture.
It was close to 1030 PM when he received a text from Reeti.
‘Hi’ Reeti had pinged.
‘Hi’ he replied.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked.
‘Was working on a project. What about you?’
‘Oh! Hope I am not disturbing. I texted just like that. You had told me to text, so…’
Prakash took a moment to reply, thinking what to say. He didn’t want to do small talk with a freshly fucked 19-year-old. ‘You looked hot in that gown. Really hot. Are you still wearing that?’
Reeti turned her head to the side. Her husband was asleep. She had propped herself against the headboard as she texted Prakash. Yogesh had wrapped his arm around her bare thigh. Before closing his eyes, he had insisted that she should not put on any clothes and had kissed between her legs.
Reeti had obliged. She was texting Prakash, with her breasts out. No matter how much she tried, the blanket would slide off her round breasts. The room was dark and cold. The glow from her screen lit up her hard nipples. She felt different, different from how she felt an hour ago, when she walked out of the bathroom wearing that skimpy nighty. She felt excited, especially after quietly sending her photo to Prakash.
Yogesh was in the bed, talking on the phone. He looked serious and handsome. When he saw Reeti, he abruptly said, ‘I will call you tomorrow’ and disconnected the call.
‘I hope you have more clothes like these’ he said to her. Reeti smiled and walked to keep the wet towel to dry. She felt Yogesh’s gaze on her as she walked around the room, doing little things.
‘Come here,’ he said.
She looked at him, and left what she was doing. She walked to his side of the bed. She stood there, her hands clasped in front of her, arms squeezed together. Her nipples had hardened, with the fabric rubbing against it when she walked.
‘You look beautiful,’ Yogesh said.
He wrapped his arms across her slender waist and pulled her close. He kissed her stomach. And then he pulled her towards him, almost jerking her on him. She lost her balance from the sudden pull and fell over him, rolling on the bed.
Reeti let out a playful scream, as she fell on her side and rolled away from Yogesh. She laid on her stomach, burying her face inside the pillow. Yogesh touched her ass, squeezed it and felt it up. And then, he got up and came on top of her. He planted his knees on each side of her ass. His crotch rested on her ass. Reeti turned her head to see the new kind of weight she was feeling on her. Her face was covered with her wet hair. She brushed them aside for a better look at her husband.
Yogesh was running his hands on her body. The satin fabric made it all too easy for his hands to wander over her body. It wasn’t long before Yogesh pushed her night gown all the way up. He slid it up, till it wouldn’t go any further. Reeti was naked down her waist, her naked ass facing Yogesh. She felt the cold air of the room enter her crevices, she felt exposed. She thought she would feel shy, but she didn’t. Instead, she felt a tingling between her legs. She was expecting Yogesh’s hand to roam around her naked skin, his hands squeezing her naked ass. When he didn’t do it, she craned her neck around to look at him.
Yogesh took off his kurta. She was looking at his broad chest, when Yogesh touched her ass cheeks. His face didn’t have the warm smile that had started liking. Instead, it was filled with a new kind of determination. As Yogesh squeezed her ass, grabbed her flesh all over the body, she buried her face down again. She tried to raise her ass towards him, but instead she ended up wiggling her butt at her husband’s face. As she did that, she felt more cold air rush to places in her ass that wasn’t used to be exposed that way.
She felt vulnerable at that moment, but she also wanted to be a thing of pleasure. She wanted to feel what it was like to cum, and to make Yogesh groan like the men from the videos.
Yogesh leaned forward and kissed the small of her back, right at the top of her tailbone. She felt his wet lips, his tongue licking the flesh above her tailbone. She felt shy at that time, because Yogesh’s face was so near her ass. He moved up from there, kissing her spine, all the way from the tailbone to her neck. With her eyes closed and face buried in the pillow, the only sensory inputs to Reeti’s body were Yogesh’s touches – all the naked parts of her body that he touched, kissed, licked and to feel his crotch grind against her naked butt.
It didn’t take long for Reeti to feel it. Yogesh had gotten hard, his dick was poking at her ass, through the fabric of his pyjama. It felt as hard as a thick finger, pressed against her ass cheeks. Reeti pushed her ass upwards, increasing the pressure on his hardness. She felt Yogesh groan. Once that happened, she kept doing that more and more, grinding her naked butt against her husband’s hard dick.
Yogesh grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. It was urgent. He pulled at her nighty, motioning her to raise herself so that he could slip away the pesky piece of cloth on her. And just like that, she was naked. Her nipples had hardened, from all the back and forth against the be sheet. But the more urgent concern for her was her pulsating pussy. She’d never felt that before. The only other time she could think of when she felt close to that feeling was when she woke up from dreaming that afternoon. But this wasn’t a dream, this was real.
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She saw Yogesh loosen his pyjama. He was struggling with the knot, because he refused to look away from the naked woman lying before her. Reeti saw him struggle, and decided to help him untie the knot.
Yogesh cupped her breasts as she was doing that. Reeti managed to untie it. With a loose pj, Yogesh leaned down to kiss her, he kept grinding his crotch, trying to slip off the pj. But it wouldn’t come off. Then, he stood up, towering over Reeti. He let his pj go.
Reeti saw her husband’s dick for the first time from below. He had a thick bush, and tufts of hair around his balls. She was relieved to be not the only one with a bush. He was long, not as long as she had imagined from the videos, but when he was stepping out of his pj, she saw it twitch. It was alive. It was a live, hard and twitching thing that was going to be shoved in her pulsating pussy. Reeti felt an itch and a thirst that was alien to her. She squeezed her legs together, trying to calm her pussy down.
Yogesh was naked now, just like Reeti. He knelt back down on the bed, and leaned over to kiss her. She felt his dick press against her stomach. It was warm, just as warm she felt between her legs.
Yogesh slid his hands between her legs. His fingers were pressing against her pubes, until they reached her slit. Her legs were still close together. Yogesh brushed aside her legs with his knee, opening them wide. Yogesh positioned himself between her legs. He kept tracing her slit with his thumb as he stroked his dick.
Reeti raised herself on her elbows to see what was being done to her. Yogesh had a raging hard-on my then. She could see the veins lining his dick. He was intently looking between her legs, his fingers lost in her bush. And then, he came closer to her, holding his dick in his hand. While looking down, he placed his dick on her slit. Reeti took a sharp breath. The warm hard dick against her pulsating pussy sent her heart racing.
It was when Yogesh started pushing his dick inside her that she panicked a little. She had never had anything inside her pussy. She wanted something inside her then, but at the same time the feeling of being spread out by Yogesh dick felt alien and uncomfortable. She let out a groan when Yogesh’s tip was inside her. She was scared. Yogesh looked up, and was looking her into the eyes, when he thrusted himself in more.
A sharp pain. She wanted to push way, but Yogesh had held her shoulders and his grip was too strong for her to get away from. She wanted to scream in pain, but they weren’t the only ones in the house. Yogesh stopped pushing inside her when he was halfway inside her. She couldn’t see his dick properly, their union hidden behind their bushes.
When he started to make his way further inside, Reeti felt like she will not survive the tug of war. The tug of war between the pain and the pleasure of being penetrated for the first time. She kept shifting her hands, unable to find a comfortable place to keep them, while she was penetrated. She couldn’t look at Yogesh, because she didn’t know whether her face showed displeasure or ecstasy. She wasn’t sure which was more appropriate.
She felt it when Yogesh was completely inside her. Their pubic bones touched each other; the base of his dick was against her clit. The pain had stopped. Reeti’s pussy had gripped Yogesh’s. When Yogesh started to move, Reeti held him impulsively. She didn’t want the pain to start again. Yogesh looked into her face, as he pulled his dick away. The friction that Reeti felt in her pussy as his dick pulled out of it, made her moan. Her mouth slackened.
Yogesh leaned forward to kiss her lips. Yogesh held her wrists, and pinned them to the headboard, and pushed back inside. Reeti screamed in pain, her screams muffled by their lip-lock. She felt every inch of Yogesh’s dick slide inside her, quicker this time. Yogesh did the same again. And then, he raised his upper body, and looked into her eyes and pulled away.
By then Reeti was very sensitive down there. Every tiny motion sent magnified signals to her brain. So, when Yogesh pushed inside her the third time, she expected a sharp pain. But there wasn’t the pain she was expecting. She was exhilarated by the lack of pain. She smiled, closed her eyes.
Yogesh planted his hands above her shoulders, locking her in position. And then, he started fucking her. Again, and again. She felt her shoulders pressed against his forearms and his pubic bone hitting hers. She opened her eyes and raised her head to have a look at her pussy being fucked for the first time. Yogesh’s thrusts were too quick for her to have a proper look at his dick. Every time he pulled away, she could see the base of his shaft, and then will vanish inside her again.
Yogesh was vigorous. She lost track of the time. Her bangles clinked, because her body rocked with each of Yogesh’s thrusts. Yogesh was grunting, and she was letting out quiet moans. Not out of pain, but out of the pleasures of friction. And then, she felt a new thing.
She felt as if Yogesh’s dick was expanding inside her. Or it was her pussy tightening around him. She wasn’t sure, but what she felt was a wave of pleasure building up inside her. Yogesh’s thrusts were shallower by then.
Reeti’s breath quickened. She felt a warm pleasure, beginning at her pussy, washing up her body. Reeti’s moans were louder by then. The warm pleasure kept creeping up her body. Reeti closed her eyes, letting the pleasure take control of her. And then suddenly, Yogesh pulled out.
Reeti threw her eyes open, her body ached for his dick. But Yogesh was stroking himself. He came. His first spurt landed near Reeti’s navel, and the second one was on her bush. Yogesh squeezed the last drops of his cum on her bush, rubbing his dick in it.
Reeti was still breathing hard. She touched the top of her pussy. She wanted to rub herself. But all she touched was Yogesh’s cum. It was the first time she had touched it. Warm and sticky, coming straight out of her husband. She moved her fingers up, to touch near the navel. She ran her fingers on the spurt of cum on her stomach, smearing it in the process. She liked the stickiness, the slipperiness and the proof of her being intimate for the first time.
Yogesh kissed her on the lips, and spoke for the first time, he had asked her to come near him.
‘Don’t put on anything. And don’t wash this off,’ he touched her belly, which was glazed with his cum, and then, landed a light kiss on her bush.
He got comfortable on the bed, turned her around and wrapped his legs around her, big spooning her. She felt his dick, still sticky with cum, but soft, resting against her naked ass. He buried his head in her neck, and tried to sleep.
Reeti was wide away. She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn’t stay still. Her pussy ached, not because she was penetrated for the first time, but it ached for his dick. Her body ached for that wave of pleasure that never reached the shore. She was restless. That’s when she reached for her phone.
She moved slightly and carefully, not to wake up her husband. But Yogesh was fast asleep. Naked and restless, Reeti wriggled herself out of his arms, and sat up in the bed. He wrapped his arm around her thigh. And, the first thing she did, with her husband lying beside her, spent and asleep, she opened Prakash’s chats. With her tits out and her pussy aching, she texted her devar.
So, when Prakash asked her if she was still wearing the satin nighty, she honestly answered, ‘No’
‘Then?’ Prakash replied.
Reeti didn’t want to be more honest. But her legs parted on their own. With her phone in one, the hand made its way between her legs. She touched her clit. Yogesh’s cum had dried on her bush, but her clit, through the bush, made it slipper again. Rubbing herself, she typed, ‘Nothing’
Prakash fished out his dick. There was only a corridor between him and a naked 19-year-old.
Like Reeti, Prakash typed with his one hand.
‘Nothing at all? Wow,’ he managed to type. ‘What are you doing, wearing nothing?’ It was a stupid follow-up, but it was the only thing he could think of.
Reeti couldn’t think straight either. She was aching between her legs. Rubbing herself, made it worse. She wanted to close her legs and stop doing it to herself. But they wouldn’t close, and her fingers couldn’t stop circling her clit.
Her heart was racing. Her moving hand, meant her bangles, clinking loudly. She was worried that her husband would wake up, and see her texting and rubbing herself. She was worried of the candour that she was showing Prakash. She will see him again tomorrow. But once she had told him that she was wearing nothing, she knew one more line was crossed. It should have felt wrong, but it didn’t. In fact, she wanted to tell Prakash what she was actually doing. But she also wanted to say it delicately. There was nothing she could think of which can express delicately what she was doing. The next message from Prakash helped being some clarity though.
‘Did you cum? I wish I could see you right now,’ Prakash stroked himself vigorously as he typed it. The fact that he could tell a 19 year old girl, who lived in his house, his wish to see her naked, was extremely arousing. He was rock hard, even though he was jerking off for the third time in the day.
Reeti didn’t hesitate while replying, ‘No, I didn’t. But I really want to’
‘I wish I could help you,’ Prakash wrote back.
‘How?’
‘I’ll tell you, only if I see you…wearing nothing’
‘Don’t play games! How can I send you pictures like this?’
‘Hide your face Reeti. You already know how to send me pictures.’
‘Okay, but how will you help me?’
‘Go to the washroom, like earlier, send me the picture. And then, I’ll call you’ Prakash had stopped stroking himself. He didn’t want to cum, just by talking. He wanted to cum while he looked at Reeti’s naked tits and seeing how her bare thighs looked.
‘Call me? What if he wakes up? I can’t talk,’ Reeti said.
The next replies from Prakash came a second later than usual. ‘Take the earphones with you. You will need both of your hands. And, you don’t have to talk, just listen’
Reeti turned her head to look at her sleeping husband beside her. He was under the blanket, asleep. She felt that it was wrong to leave his side, to go to the bathroom, to pose naked for another man. Especially, posing naked for his brother. But she was restless. And she knew it she will be restless till she came. She needed it; whatever Prakash was offering.
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