Previous Part: Intern Girl Becomes My Girlfriend – Part 2
Hello All, Welcome to the third part of the series. I hope you liked the earlier two parts.
A quick recap, my name is Vrajesh. I am 30 years old. I am the average bloke that crosses you every day. The story starts in the year 2014. Sarika is an intern at the company where I was working.
We got close, and the relationship grew gradually. We made out on our first encounter at Sarika’s place. We gradually went ahead on a date night, where we made out in my car.
I am now coming to the story.
After the date night, Sarika and I were very close. Almost like a lovey-dovey couple, we grew closer and became more open to each other, making us share our fantasies often when we spoke till late at night.
One day I asked her, “Shall we meet up?” Honestly, I didn’t have much on my mind that day and longed to see her.
“Yes,” she said with a naughty tone and excitement, “Come over to my place,” she insisted, and I agreed. We fixed a date, and I got ready to meet Sarika.
It was a long weekend with some festivities. Hence, our offices were closed.
I got ready and called Sarika to let her know that I should be reaching her place by 3 PM. She was excited. On the way, I bought some chocolates and headed to Sarika’s home. I reached her home and rang the doorbell. Her elder sister Jyoti opened the door, and I was a bit startled.
She welcomed me in. I was seated in the hall when I saw that Jyoti was all decked up and gave me a sly smile from the corner of the eye. I didn’t think too much back then. But I was seated in the same place where Sarika and I had our first good encounter.
I was reminded of the memories. That’s when it clicked. Jyoti must have seen us in the act that day. I broke into a cold sweat. Jyoti came in and offered me tea. She bent down and tastefully exposed her cleavage. I was jolted back to reality.
My pants were already showing an outline of my bulge due to all the fond memories. Jyoti sat right beside me with an ever-growing mischievous grin and said, “How are you? Good, you came here today. Sarika just spoke about you; even I wanted to talk to you for some time.”
My hands started trembling. Sweating and with a slight tremor, I asked her, “What is it tell me?” I prepared for a flurry of questions and awkward moments. But Jyoti said. “Sarika has been happy since the time you have come here; I like it that way. I just wanted to thank you for it.”
Jyoti leaned in closer to me, and in a husky voice, she said, “I don’t know if you believe in all this. But Sarika’s gait of walking had changed after the get-together. She was appearing fuller after that evening when you first came here. Tell me, why was she limping?”
I was taken aback, “I spoke too soon.” I muttered to myself, swallowing the lump in my throat. I mustered the courage to say, “I don’t understand what you are saying.” I was flushed and flustered at the same time.
Jyoti let out a big laugh and said, “I think we both know what we are talking about. Trust me, I am in a relationship myself.” I was getting surprises after surprises. Was this some staged situation or what?
Before I could say anything, Jyoti added, “By the way, you have a nice package, and it shoots well. My suggestion would be to shave around there. I know what you guys were doing that day. I saw the entire act. I also know you guys had a good time on that date. because I could see your cum stains at both times.”
She then pointed me to the wall on the right hand side, where there was a discoloured blotch on the wall. “Frankly, I was very turned on that day. I managed to taste some bit of you,” Jyoti said with a wink.
My heart was racing. My mind was numb. I could feel my heart pounding. Was Jyoti seducing me, or was this coincidence, or do these girls talk in themselves about these details? I was in a whirlwind of thoughts.
Jyoti: Don’t worry. I am very chilled out. Just be safe and next time, be careful with that pistol of yours. You have a ton of bullets, and they tend to drop after the firing field has been shot.
I was cornered. Jyoti, the elder sister of my girlfriend, who herself is elder to me, is freely telling my sexcapades with Sarika to me. I was in a state of wonder. Why is a lady in a stable relationship talking to me like this?
I was left recollecting for myself. I finished the tea and saw that Jyoti was leaving. She hugged Sarika before leaving and said, “Take care of yourself, have fun and enjoy these moments, Vrajesh you too, take care, see you soon.”
Sarika bolted the door and turned to me, her eyes were glistening, and she came to me, wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me. We were in a lip lock, Sarika jumped on me, crossing her legs on my waist, and I carried her to the hall.
I gently lowered her and sat beside her, offering her the chocolates I had bought for her. She opened it and shared it with me. But instead of breaking it, she held it in her mouth and then signalled me to eat it closer. We did a French kiss with that chocolate for quite some time.
We broke the kiss, and I asked her, “Why is no one home?”
“Everyone has gone for a small celebration. They will be back tomorrow evening. I didn’t want to go and somehow convinced everyone except Jyoti,” Sarika said.
“Why not Jyoti?” I enquired.
“She asked me why I didn’t want to go, I tried saying not keeping well etc., but she insisted on staying back to take care of me. That’s when I had to spill the beans,” Sarika said in a single breath as if taking away a load of her chest.
She got up and walked to the bedroom. That’s when I saw what Jyoti had mentioned about Sarika being fuller. Sarika’s breasts and ass had gotten bigger and rounder than before. Her ass swayed more than what I felt used to be.
I followed her, hugged her from behind, I kissed her on her nape and lifted her in my arms. She was smiling and hugged me back while being in my arms.
She said, “Sit outside. I shall be back in some time.”
After waiting in her hall, I went looking for her and found her in the kitchen. I hugged her again. This time I lifted her, made her sit on the kitchen counter/platform and kissed her face everywhere. We stopped for a while.
It was almost dark. Time flew by like the wind. Sarika closed all the windows, and the lights came on.
She then said, “Babes, remember the things we spoke about on the phone?”
“Yes,” I said with a hint of excitement.
“I have something in mind,” Sarika said.
“Here, put on this blindfold and sit outside,” Sarika requested.
She put on the blindfold and then guided me through and seated me on her recliner sofa. When I removed my blindfold, Sarika had come back after changing her clothes. It was evening. With the windows closed, it was dark inside.
Sarika switched to dull and warm lights. She turned on her stereo player and played a song. I knew Sarika used to go to dancing classes. Maybe she wanted to show me some of her dance moves.
She turned to me and said, “Vrajesh, you know I love you a lot. I am doing this for you out of my love. Please accept it like you accepted me and made me the woman that I am.”
The song came up, it was a catchy item number, and Sarika started dancing. I watched this with a smile on my face, cheering her and clapping for her. Sarika then, in the rhythm of the song, lifted her top, removed it and threw it at me.
“Looks like I am in for surprises today.” I thought to myself.
Sarika kept dancing from one song to another and made naughty gestures. She then removed her leggings while lying on the floor. She was now in slip/camisole and thongs.
My dick was already hard. I just wanted to free it and shoot my load at Sarika. She could sense my discomfort coming closer to me. She held me by my shoulders, showing her breasts hanging inside her camisole and bra underneath.
She kissed me and returned to dancing. She gradually got rid of her camisole and thongs, tossing them to the side. She was now in a bra and panties.
It was a sight to behold. My girlfriend is freaky in the sheets. She just made a strip dance for me. Judging by what I was looking at, this was just the beginning. Sarika’s panty was dripping. A wet patch was visible even in the dim light.
The music stopped. I looked at Sarika, and she turned around and unhooked her bra. She then seductively turned towards me and dropped it. She was biting her finger between her teeth and running her left-hand fingers over her cleavage. She signalled me to close my eyes.
I, too, reciprocated, closed my eyes and removed my T-Shirt. I was in my trousers showing a tent in a full mast.
When I opened my eyes, the music came on. She started belly dancing with a small cloth tied around her waist. She advanced towards me step by step, belly dancing her way, swaying her firm round and now much bigger boobs left to right. The belly dancing moves accentuated her curves.
The moment the beat stopped, Sarika was close to me, and her right leg was beside me on the sofa. I felt a drop of water falling on my hand. That’s when I saw it. She wasn’t wearing anything under that small cloth around her waist.
The known whiff engulfed me and the room.
My hands started running over her calf to her hips to the joint of her leg. Sarika was clean shaved, and dripping wet down there. “Vrajesh, please run your fingers on my pussy lips, tell me what you like about them,” Sarika said in a seductive voice.
“I love the way they are, plum and fleshy,” I said with a shaking voice. While rubbing her pussy, Sarika had her head arched back, holding her hair.
I removed my pants with the thought of shoving my flag pole in my girlfriend’s wet slippery hole. “Someone is ready and very impressive today,” Sarika said, looking at my clean-shaved dick. “This looks much bigger without hair,” she said, recollecting the first encounter we had.
Sarika pushed me off the sofa and sat on it, reclined on it and spreading her legs. Looking at me without breaking eye contact, she said, “Vrajesh, remember this we spoke on our late night calls. Can you do it the way you said that day?”
I happily obliged and went down on Sarika. She had freshly shaved down there and started lapping up her pussy lips. My tongue made its way to the slit and her clitoris, and I kept flicking it.
Sarika let out moans after moans and grabbed me by my hair, and pushed me in her. I then parted her lady lips and inner folds. The pussy was pink and moist. I couldn’t resist and started swirling my tongue in her love hole. Sarika shrieked and almost jumped on the sofa at the touch of my tongue.
I started giving Sarika a tongue tornado. She was ecstatic. She arched her back completely on the recliner sofa, let out a huge moan, and fell. She was gasping for breath. She looked at me in a very sexy way and said, “I loved it. Hope you too had fun,” I nodded.
Sarika was turned into a sex goddess of sorts. People who have had intense sex can relate to this. Her hair was a sexy mess, her voice husky, the facial expression of ‘I am going to eat you now.’
Sarika got up, and we could see the mess we had made on the sofa. Sarika smiled hugged me teasingly rubbing, my pole on her wet pussy lips. It made me squirm. I carried her to the bedroom, I lay her, and she said, “Have some patience, Tiger.”
Sarika then got up. The dim, warm lights made the room and the mood even more romantic. Sarika knelt on her bed, facing away from me. Her legs were spread apart a bit. That’s when I saw her honeycomb was leaking. Sarika bent down and spread her round butt cheeks apart.
Invitingly she said, “Chad jao mujhe pe, kutiya banado mujhe apni.” (Mount on me and ride me like your bitch).
All of this while I could see her lust-filled eyes and messy hair from the mirror on the opposite side. I couldn’t believe it. My GF had thought through so much and kind of staged sex to full fill our fantasies.
I was in a trance. I leaned a bit forward only to see her fat pussy lips turned pink, wet and slippery. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I placed the tip of my rod on her pussy opening, grabbed Sarika’s hair with one hand and shoved my dick in Sarika’s pussy.
“Aah,” Sarika let out a moan, “Aram se Janu,” (Take it easy, dear), she added in her shaky voice. She was panting. Her round ass made my blood gush in my dick, making it thicker. I made eye contact with her in the mirror and started thrusting her.
I was on cloud nine, and judging by the moans, Sarika was enjoying it to the fullest. I was spanking Sarika’s now firm round ass, trying to make it red. She was shouting, “Yes, Yes, Yes.” I was almost on the verge of cum.
Sarika pulled me out and pressed her thumb on my dick. It made me calm down for a bit. We wiped ourselves a bit. The bed was already creaking and damp due to our love juices. I wiped some of it along with Sarika.
I grabbed her by the waist and pushed my dick in her pussy, holding her by her waist and banging my body to her. Splotch, Splotch, Splotch was the noise engulfing the rooms alongside our laboured breathing.
I kept going, and Sarika was under a wave of orgasm one after the other. Her hands were grabbing the bed sheet pulling them out of the corners of the bed. I turned into a battering ram in all the excitement.
After a short while, I could feel squirts coming out from Sarika’s pussy. Her round, firm boobs were banging with each other and moving to and fro. All of this could be seen in the mirror in front of us. Sarika was smiling, enjoying every bit of it, and moaning with a tight-lipped face.
We were in the heat. I grabbed Sarika by her waist. She let out a huge grunt and spilt my seed in her. The moment I jutted out my shot, I was at the deepest point, and the hot thick jet stream hit her directly inside her.
Sarika let out a moan and dropped on the bed. I kept shooting till I couldn’t stand any longer. I removed my tool, which made Sarika queef and fall on the side of the bed.
Sarika was still in the same position, her ass arched up in the air, and the sight was to behold. Her pussy was oozing my thick white cum. The room smelt like sex. Sarika gradually lowered herself and started gently rubbing her soft hands on my slightly hairy chest.
We dozed off for that night, only to continue the fun the next day.
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