Reeti to Rita - 7
A story of innocent lust
Previously
7
Prakash and Reeti’s relationship had come a long way since the first flirty messages he had sent her. It was barely 24 hours ago when he had taken a picture of Reeti sitting on the sofa in the living room. She was beside her husband, having her first day at this new home.
On that very sofa, Reeti was touching herself. With her hand inside her panty, she had shaken her head, when Prakash said that she can put her clothes back on. Prakash said it because he couldn’t have continued taking photos. He had said it, because he wanted to see Reeti not through the camera’s viewfinder but in real life, in all her glory.
After she shook her head, she had shut her eyes back and continued rubbing herself. She had started getting restless, twitching on the sofa, unable to find what she should be doing with her other hand. All Reeti knew was that she couldn’t take her hand out of her panty at that point. That she was too wet to stop touching herself just because her blackmailer had enough photos of her.
Prakash was stunned by Reeti’s response. He walked near her. He didn’t mean to, but his feet touched Reeti’s. She opened her eyes a bit and went back to pleasuring herself. Her moans had gotten louder by then, bolder. Prakash kept his phone on the sofa, and sat beside her.
He couldn’t think straight. Reeti’s moans made it harder for him to think. He did the post natural think in the world — he cupped her breast.
Reeti didn’t even her eyes, as Prakash cupped and squeezed each of her breasts. He slid the bra cups up, to expose her breasts. The bra was tight, which made her breasts look like they had been a rope tied around it. He flicked her nipples. They were deliciously hard by then.
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It was when he was pinching her nipples that Reeti opened her eye. She wordlessly leaned forward and turned her back towards him, all the while touching herself.
“Take off my bra, it’s uncomfortable,” she said, between moans.
Prakash gulped. He touched his dick once, before reaching for the bra clasp. It took him a couple of tries to undo it. His college girlfriend had taken the bra off herself, the one time they were together. After struggling with Reeti’s bra clasp, Prakash made it a point to look-up YouTube videos on how to undo bras quickly.
There was no way to take the bra completely off Reeti’s body. For that to happen, Reeti had to stop touching herself. And by the way she was rubbing herself, Prakash couldn’t have told her to stop stimulating herself.
The bra fell off though, still on Reeti. It finally ended up resting on her wrist, its strap between her wedding bangles, as she vigorously rubbed herself. She laid back on the sofa’s backrest again, pushed her bare breasts out.
Without her bra, her breasts moved a lot as she struggled to breathe. Prakash wished he could see what she was thinking, he wished that he could look inside her mind, that he could be part of her sexual fantasy. In that moment, he had forgotten that he was very much part of her sexual fantasy. That he was present right there.
He cupped her bare breasts, feeling up how soft the texture was, but how firm her young tits were. His fingers brushed past her mangalsutra. Compared to her skin, the gold pendant of the mangalsutra was cold. As he kneaded her breasts, Reeti opened her eyes and looked at him.
It changed Prakash. It changed how he saw Reeti from that point on.
Yes, she was his bhabhi. Yes, she was 19 years old and hot. There are plenty of girls of her age, but Reeti was different. In her eyes, at that moment he saw the kind of lust that he had never seen before. At least, not till that point in his life. His ex girlfriend was pretty too. They were 19 when they had fucked. It was awkward and she was shy all along.
But this 19-year-old, moaning and pleasuring herself in broad daylight, in the living room, was anything but shy.
Prakash cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it so that her nipple protruded. And then, he sucked on it. It was lewd to do that. It didn’t give Prakash any direct pleasure, but the fact that he was allowed to do it to his bhabhi, to a 19 year old, made him hard. With his other hand he touched his dick. He was rock hard already. He pressed his dick, trying to calm it down. He didn’t know how far all this can be taken. He decided to test that.
He got up from the sofa. Reeti opened her eyes, her face contorted with pleasure, as she felt his hands release the grip on her naked breasts. She kept her eyes on him as he stood between her legs and crouched on the floor.
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Reeti’s whole body was craving. She didn’t know what exactly she craved for. She kept doing the one thing that helped her craving — to rub herself. Not so long ago, she was angry. She was angry to have herself in a situation where she was being blackmailed by her devar. She was angry that she had given in to her lust last night. She was angry that her pictures had ended up online. She was angry for being ordered around.
All that changed when she saw the the kind of response she could evoke in men. She saw all those dicks, hard for her. She saw dicks that she was unsure she could survive being fucked with. She read the lewd messages about what men would do her if they found her alone. She read how much she her naked tits were worth. She read how much she would be paid if she bent over and showed her naked ass.
She should have been offended. But instead, she was wet.
And when Prakash started taking her pictures, when she noticed that bump in her pant, his dick. It made her more wet, so much so, that she was worried that she might have already started oozing from her pussy. And when Prakash asked her to touch herself through the panty, that was the limit. That was the keyword that opened up a hose of pleasure that she couldn’t control.
When Prakash said that he had clicked enough of her, she couldn’t stop. For a moment she thought that the pictures of her on her knees, with a piece of paper between her teeth will be seen by countless strangers. They will touch their dicks, they will cum for her, just the way Yogesh had cum in the morning, like Prakash had cum at night.
It was when she imagined all those faceless men, with their thick and hard dicks jerking off in front of her, that she slipped her hand inside her panty. She shut her eyes, and saw the living room full of such men, stroking their dicks for them. She imagined them cumming, insisting that she opened her mouth for their cum. She kept imagining cum from faceless men, hitting the back of her throat, and wondered if they would taste like her husband’s.
She was in the middle of such thoughts, when she felt Prakash’s hands on her thighs. She opened her eyes to see him between her legs, kneeling on the floor. Their eyes met. He reached for the waistband of her panty. His held it by his fingers, and pulled her panty down.
Reeti raised her ass, almost reflexively. And just like that, her panty was around her knees.
Both of them were quiet. They spoke in a language that didn’t require words — the language of lust. The dialect of desire.
She slowed down touching herself, as she squeezed her lets together so that Prakash could take off her panty. Once the panty was off, she was acutely aware of how naked she was. She looked down at her hand, which was pressing against her clit, through her thick black bush. The bra was still hanging by her wrist, between her bangles.
When she felt Prakash kiss her inner thigh, she flinched. Earlier yesterday, Yogesh had kissed her their too. He hadn’t been gentle. Even on her brown skin, the hickie he had left was much too obvious to see. She saw Prakash kiss her thigh, in the exact place of hickie.
He didn’t just kiss her, he sucked on her skin. She could feel her teeth biting her skin, his face all too close to her pussy. All the rubbing, and all the things that had been had been happening to her, made her pussy throb in pleasure.
She let out a moan when she felt Prakash bite down on her thigh. Before she could tell him that he should not leave marks on her, she saw Prakash move his head towards her crotch.
He first touched his nose to her pubic move. Then he extended his tongue, and licked the place between her crotch and her thighs. That had never been done to Reeti before. Prakash rubbed his nose again, in her thick pubes. Reeti felt his breath, in places that she had known only to keep covered.
And finally, Prakash held her wrist, and pried away her hand. He replaced it with his tongue. Reeti let out moan, a loud one, more out of surprise than pleasure.
Prakash’s tongue was thick, wet and warm. He put his tongue directly where she was rubbing, and he pressured it with his tongue. While her fingers were in her control, Prakash’s tongue wasn’t. But it felt much better. The softness of the tongue, the unpredictable movement of it, started pushing Reeti more towards the edge.
Prakash kept wrapped his arms around her waist, and slowly brought them down. His hands were soon under her ass cheeks. He was pressing her crotch to his face, by pressing her ass. Reeti saw his shoulder flex as he almost lifted her ass in air so that he could lick her clit.
Now and then, Prakash would lick the entire length of her pussy. He would start at her pussy, go past her urethra and finally end up near her clit. He would circle it, and repeat the process. She wondered if her husband would ever do it to her. She shut her eyes, and let her thoughts drift off again.
Prakash was loving every moment of it. He was loving his nose in his bhabhi’s thick bush. He was loving the moans from her. He was loving how she opened her legs wide for his face. He loved how she let her self be raised a little in the air, so that he could eat her pussy like he would eat a whole mango. But no mango had tasted so pleasurable, as Reeti’s pussy did.
It was his first time eating a pussy. His ex-girlfriend had refused to be eaten. Prakash had insisted, he had told her that she would like it, he had told her that he would love serving her, he had even told her that she could sit on his face. But she had outright denied it.
In the intervening years, Prakash had spent hours and hours in reading and watching pussies being eaten. He had read how women want to be eaten, he had read advices from “experts in eating pussy”. He had been warned that different pussies would taste different. He had read somewhere that if you love the taste of someone’s pussy, it’s likely that you are soulmates. He didn’t know about soulmates, but it felt right to eat Reeti’s pussy on the living room sofa that day.
Prakash knew that Reeti was getting close. He had one of his eyes on her abdomen, and whatever he was doing with his tongue to her clit, was pushing her closer to her orgasm.
Reeti had her hands by her side, holding the edge of the sofa, held up a little above the sofa, her naked ass in Prakash’s hands. And then it started to happen.
When Reeti came, her moans were loud. Prakash was worried that neighbours would near her. As she came, she clutched the edge of the sofa. She pressed her crotch on Prakash’s face for a moment, but then her body lost control. Her legs twitched, she twisted and turned. Her body convulsed; her chest heaved.
Prakash moved his face away from her crotch, to see her cum. He let her ass go, because it was getting to difficult to hold on to her as she came.
Reeti thought she would die. When she came last night, it was intense. When her husband had fucked her last night, it was pleasurable. But what Prakash did to her pussy on that sofa, broke her body. After the pleasure wave of orgasm subsided, she felt lightheaded. She opened her eyes, out of breath and saw Prakash standing between her legs.
When their eyes met, Prakash didn’t break eye contact, as he pulled his pants down. Reeti was tired and drained of energy, all her energy spent in enduring the pleasures of having her pussy eaten by her devar. But when she saw him pulling his pants down, she knew that all this wasn’t over.
She had only seen Prakash’s dick in the video call. She had guessed that it was larger than her husband’s. She wasn’t wrong. His firm muscular thighs, and his hard long dick between them looked intimidating.
With every bit of her energy, Reeti sat upright, and reached for Prakash’s dick. It would be the second dick she would be touching that day. She curled her fingers around his shaft. He was warm. As soon as Reeti touched his dick, Prakash took a step closer, and his dick was right on her face.
Having her throat fucked only few hours ago, Reeti knew what a dick that close to her face meant. As she studied his dick up close, she couldn’t help herself from comparing his dick to his brother’s. One was her husband and one was her devar. Yogesh was thick, but Prakash was long. Yogesh kept his bush, but Prakash kept it clean. It was lewder that way, Reeti felt, to see every bit of the dick and the balls, to see exactly where the shaft started, to know how much of it she can take inside her.
She was thinking this, when Prakash held the back of her head, and gave her a gentle push towards his dick. Reeti didn’t have to be told what to do. She opened her mouth, and did what her husband had taught her in that morning only. She licked the length of the dick, and opened her mouth as wide as she could.
She hollowed her cheeks, and sucked on her devar’s dick. As she did that, she kept her thumb on the base of his dick. No matter how much she pressed the base of his dick, she was surprised by how hard he was.
Sitting on the couch, gave Reeti the kind of movement which was not possible leaning forward in the bed. She moved her whole body as she sucked the length of his dick. She would take his dick inside, as deep as she could, and then suck on it as she took it out. She would repeat the process and end it by impaling herself on his dick.
Unlike with her husband, which was her first ever blowjob, it all felt natural with Prakash. It felt natural that she was taking the entire length of Prakash’s dick inside her mouth. It felt natural that she licked the length of his dick, and let it hit her throat. Unlike her husband, Prakash wasn’t pressing her head down on his dick. It was she who was dictating the pace of things.
Prakash didn’t have the same musky smell as Yogesh. In fact, it was hard to find any smell, except the initial salty taste when she took it inside her mouth. Maybe it was because of the length, but whenever his dick reached her throat, she sensed that he was harder than her husband.
She was deep in these thoughts, sucking her devar, with her eyes closed, her boobs jiggling as she used her entire body to move back and forth to suck the entire length of Prakash dick, when he moaned.
His moan was guttural, and loud. Unabashed, since nobody was home. Unabashed while fucking his bhabhi’s mouth. He pulled her head away, holding it by a clutch of her hair. She looked up at him. He was still wearing his tee shirt. Reeti had to tilt her head back almost entirely to see his face.
“I am going to cum,” he said, in a low voice.
Reeti smiled, her chin wet from her own spit, drooling, “Then do it. Have I stopped you from anything?”
Prakash let out an “Uff”, as he started stroking himself. He held her head, in place by her hair, as if she would pull away. She wouldn’t pull away, but Reeti felt hot, being handled like that, being desired so much that the man had to be sure that she was near him. She playfully leaned away from his dick, only to be jerked back where her face belonged – in front of his dick.
Reeti kept looking at his face. Prakash looked more handsome than he did earlier in the afternoon. His face had softened, his mouth slack as he stroked his dick, holding his 19-year-old bhabhi’s face in front of it, so that he came.
When he was close to cumming, he started breathing from his mouth. The first spurt of his cum hit Reeti had on her cheek, leaving a streak of slimy cum, from under her eye till her nose. She quickly leaned forward, opened her mouth wide, and placed it right in front of his dick.
The second spurt, lesser in volume, landed right at Reeti’s tongue. Her face flinched reflexively, but she kept her mouth open, expecting a third one. It didn’t come.
Prakash had shut his eyes as he came. When he opened them, he saw Reeti swallowing his cum. He stroked his dick one last time, and squeezed out the last drops of cum.
Reeti looked up, clicking her tongue. Prakash saw her cheek, glazed with his cum. It had started making its way down her lips. He saw Reeti reach for it with her fingers. She touched it, and then, she rubbed it around her cheek. She brought her fingers in front of her eyes and studied it.
Prakash stepped back, picked up his pant and offered it to her. She took it from him, and looked him in the eyes, and was about to wipe off his cum, when he suddenly said, “Wait! Lemme take a picture of this.”
She smiled faintly, and nodded. Prakash brought the phone’s camera close to her face, so that he could capture the cum glazed cheek, without taking much of her face. He took one more picture of her, with her face, for his own pleasures. Reeti smiled when he was taking that picture, sitting upright, pushing her naked breasts out.
Prakash sat down beside her. Reeti had wiped the cum of her cheek, had offered him the pant, but he had decided to sit pantless on the sofa. Reeti didn’t reach of her underwear either. He was browsing through the pictures he had taken. Reeti leaned towards him, to look at the screen. Her naked breasts touched his arms, as she saw her pictures.
“Let me upload some of these,” Prakash said.
So, naked and freshly cummed, Reeti sat beside Prakash as she watched him upload her pictures. The picture that was supposed to be her verification as Rita Bhabhi, and the pictures of her touching herself. And finally, the picture of her cheek with a spurt of cum on it.
“Now what?” Reeti said, keeping her hand on Prakash’s naked thigh, so close to his now-soft dick.
“Now we wait. I am sure, we will have plenty side-income to spend on, very soon,” Prakash said, smiling.
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