Previous Part: Pilot Fucks Pony-Tailed Hyderabad Girl During Lockdown
This story is a continuation of my previous one.
Kavya and I started fucking every day. She was an absolute machine in bed. She could move like a pro, but her pussy was tight as a virgin. Two weeks into us fucking, Kavya started talking other things to me. Things like how she likes a guy who barely cares about her.
She wants to settle abroad, but her parents don’t like the idea. I knew she was very sad. We’d sometimes cuddle after sex. Besides sucking my cock dry and letting me nut deep inside her pussy, Kavya had an amazing knack for her words. She’d talk her way through everything.
One day after our regular evening fuck session, she asked me if one of her friends could come home for a smoke. I didn’t care much at that point and said yes. Turns out, her friend was an even bigger slut than Kavya.
Do you see those college girls who are born to be mean? Well, Simran was that. She had that ever-resting bitch face and snobbish attitude. The first time she stepped into my place, all she could do was complain. My room didn’t have mood lighting, and my blinds (curtains) were not being remotely operated.
She left that day, and I knew she was one heck of a bitch in her college. Simran was fair, chubby and everything you expect from a 21-year-old. She cared more about rappers and Tiktokers than the rest of the world. She always wore shorts and had tops that didn’t fit her, but she barely cared.
A week of Simran coming home with Kavya every evening happened. Well, I wasn’t able to fuck Kavya because of this. I started getting pissed. Lockdown was extended, and I saw my career as a pilot taking a slower start than expected. I started getting low too. I needed some action to blow off the steam.
One evening, out of nowhere, Simran calls me. She asked if I had alcohol and said she’d come over that night for a drink or two. Apparently, she had a huge tiff with someone and needed a drink. I was awake as usual, and the bell rang at 1 am. I opened the door, and she was in a crop out of pink shorts.
I was a million per cent sure about her not wearing a bra. She quickly comes in and shuts the door. She heads straight to my room and sits on my gaming chair. She puts her palms on her eyes she says, “Can you please shut the lights off?” I am happy to oblige.
She pulled out her phone and played tame Impala. She was looking at the ceiling on my chair and humming the tune. I sat opposite her on the bed, and voila, I could see her boob in the dimly lit room. That massive cleavage from down below was a sight to remember.
I never really cared, but Simran had massive tits. I think she sensed it and quickly lowered herself on the chair. I looked down to avoid embarrassment. About 5 minutes passed, both of us smoked a cigarette each, and then Simran said it aloud.
“How is breeding Kavya going on?” This line stumped me. I didn’t know they spoke about this. I didn’t know she knew. I looked at her, baffled, and she smiled. There was something about her smile. She came closer to me and said, “Don’t tell me you have blue balls now because no fucks this week.”
I laughed, said I was fine, and slowly said, “I do miss having sex.” Simran rolled her eyes and lit another cigarette. I asked her if she had a boyfriend, to which she said, “Dick’s ain’t worth the drama. I fuck and move, baby.” I laughed and said I believe in the same, to which she said, “Whatever.”
This bitch was being a buzzkill, smoking my fags and condescending to me in my own house. I kind of hated her but was weirdly attracted to her too. I asked her when was the last time she fucked. She let out a huge sigh first, counted days on her fingertips and said about a month.
I laughed and said, “There is no way you haven’t fucked for a month.” I don’t know what and when. But both of us ended up sitting on the floor with my heads resting on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and talking about music, stars, and raunchy tales.
She was now nicer, thanks to the vodka she’d been gulping. She looks at me and says, “You are actually fun,” leans over and plants a peck on my lips. I looked at her, and she looked at me. I launched at her and started making out like a wild dog.
Simran was a slut, and I mean every bit when I say it. She pulled me closer and started eating my lips. I placed myself on top of her and pushed her against the bed. She was bigger than Kavya, and I liked it. She took off her crop tops.
Those massive c cups hung down, and those juicy perky nips were chomped immediately. She took out my cock and started stroking it. We moved onto the bed. I mounted her and was mouth fucking her. I’ve got my cock sucked by many but lemme tell you this, Simran was a queen of them all in blowjobs.
I pulled her panties down to find her clean well shaved pussy. I started eating it out, and she locked me around with her thighs. She pulled was juicy and wet. I loved every bit of it. I fingered her vigorously, and bitch kept at it for long.
After a good deal, she had an explosive orgasm all over my fingers which she happily licked off. It was my turn. Just before I entered her pussy she said, “You ain’t breeding this one. I’m not on a pill Mr….” I assured her I’d pull out, and after about a minute of rubbing my dick over her pussy lips, I entered her.
Pink wet pussy, thick thighs and fucking a bitch with an attitude. These things turn on many men, and I was one of them. Simran started talking dirty. She said, “Fuck the shit out of me, you cocky bastard.” I started digging her in missionary. I could see her expressions for every deep stroke I made.
She wrapped her legs around me, hands on my neck, and abused me in every possible way. I kept fucking her like I was mad at her and wanted to show it to her. I liked this feeling. We switched, and she started riding me. Nothing like a thick woman riding you.
Her tits were bouncing, I could see her navel move up and down, and her eyes were rolling. She increased her pace and took the dick deep inside. Her pussy was warm, and I was nearing the end. I asked her to slow down, but bitch was in no mood. We fucked another 10 minutes that way.
She leaned in and kissed me. She ruffled my hair and whispered, “I’ve always wanted to do this. I’ve heard so much about your fucking. I wanted to do it myself.” She then abused some more, “Ever thought you could fuck a chick like me, asshole? Did you wish to fuck me before? How does it feel to do me raw.”
She dirty talking got more raunchy and I knew I was gonna cum and pushed her to the side and quickly pulled out. I emptied it on her tights and fell onto the bed. She lay beside me and said, “Not bad, Mr Pilot. You didn’t have a crash landing.”
I smiled, and she got up and went to wash. I checked my phone to see Kavya’s text. She said, “I hope you liked it, daddy. Sorry, but I kinda had to share.” I understood that Simran planned this already and Kavya knew about it.
Simran walked back into the room, looked at me, and said, “What?” I say, “I wanna fuck you both, together. ”
Simran winks and says, “Well, let’s see if you can make us cum before you do.”
“Game on bitch.”
Let me know if you want to know more about our first threesome story and how it turned into a fuck festival.