Chapter 1: Flashback
Sukriti looked out the train window, regretting that she had agreed to visit family. Now she was upset and the holidays were blown. Her relationship with her parents had never gone back to the way it was after she came out as a lesbian. They had hoped it was a phase, a rebellious streak that would pass. But when Sukriti told them about Neha during this visit, their disapproval was palpable, their coldness tangible and they had ended up having a major blowout.
Sukriti had stormed out in a huff and was now headed back to her apartment. She was looking forward to getting back with Neha, looking forward to drowning the disappointment of the visit to the family in her arms.
Sukriti clutched her backpack tightly as the train pulled into her station, her mind already in the apartment they shared. Her mood started picking up during the short cab drive and by the time the cab pulled up in front of the apartment building, she had a big smile on her face, looking forward to surprising Neha with her early return to the place the two called home.
She inserted her key in the lock and pushed open the door, humming a tune, expecting to find Neha still in bed or at least relaxing on the couch.
But the sight that greeted her was not what she had expected.
Neha was in bed, alright, but she was not alone. On top of to her, was a naked man she didn't know. His ass was bouncing up and down, between Neha's legs, that were raised in the air. Sukriti stood frozen in the doorway, her jaw slack, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal. Neha was moaning and the man was grunting in pleasure.
"Harder, Aryan harder, I am so close," Neha groaned, grabbing the man's butt and pulling him into her.
He started pounding her even harder. Sukriti watched mesmerized. The man was all muscle, his back a perfect V, the muscles of her toned butt flexing as he thrust into her girlfriend's pussy.
Sukriti's heart was pounding, rage and jealousy coursing through her veins. She should have shouted, screamed, thrown something. But she couldn't move, couldn't look away. Her own body was reacting, her nipples hardening, her panties growing damp. She couldn't believe it, her body betraying her like this.
"Fuck, Neha, you feel amazing," Aryan groaned, his pace quickening.
Sukriti's hand went went between her legs and into her panties without her even realizing it. She was rubbing herself, her own excitement growing with each thrust of Aryan's hips into Neha's body.
"Oh god, Neha, you're so tight, so fucking wet," Aryan grunted, his body glistening with sweat. He reached back and grabbed Neha's tits, squeezing them hard. Neha screamed out in pleasure, her body arching up to meet his thrusts.
Sukriti watched, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. Her fingers were rubbing her clit in quick circles, her juices coating her fingers. She couldn't believe how quickly she was approaching her orgasm. She usually didn't come so fast. What was happening to her. She should be revolted and confronting the two, but here she was not wanting them to stop till she came. Her whole body was flushed with heat, her thighs trembling as she continued to watch the betrayal unfolding in front of her.
Neha's head was thrown back, her eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her hands were fisted in the sheets, her body taut as a bowstring. Aryan was a machine, his hips moving like a piston, pushing in and out of her. Sukriti could see the glistening evidence of their passion on his cock, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room.
She bit her lip, her own body responding to the raw, primal scene in front of her. Her pussy was on fire, her clit swollen and sensitive as her fingers teased it, drawing out her own pleasure.
And then her orgasm hit. She had to clamp a mouth on her mouth to keep from screaming as her body convulsed, her pussy clenched around her fingers, her juices soaking her panties. She could feel her heart pounding in her temples, her body trembling as she rode out the wave of pleasure.
Aryan was still going hard when Sukriti's orgasm passed and she opened her eyes again. Neha was screaming on the brink of her orgasm...
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, Aryaaaan...oh FUCCCCKKKK!" she screamed, her body clenching around Aryan, her orgasm ripping through her. Aryan grunted, his body tensing as he came inside her and collapsed on top of Neha, their bodies covered in sweat.
Sukriti silently closed the door and ran down the stairs, tears streaming down her face. As enraged as she was at the betrayal, she was also ashamed of herself for watching and enjoying the show. She couldn't stop thinking about it, about the way Aryan's muscles flexed as he pounded into Neha, about the way her own body had reacted to the scene. She was conflicted, her emotions a whirlwind of anger, hurt, and unexpected arousal.
The next day, she returned to the apartment. This time, she found Neha watching TV in the living room.
"Hey, what a surprise," she said, jumping off the couch, "wasn't expecting you for another week at least." She smiled, but Sukriti just glared at her, her arms folded across her chest.
"Cut the shit, Neha. I walked in on you fucking a guy yesterday. What the fuck is going on? Since when have you been cheating on me Neha?" Sukriti's voice was cold, her eyes flashing with anger and betrayal. Neha's smile faded, replaced by a look of guilt.
"Sukriti, I... I can explain," she started, but Sukriti cut her off.
"Explain? Really? What is there to explain? I caught you red-handed, cumming around a fucking guy's cock.
What is there to fucking explain?"
Neha's eyes welled up, tears spilling over her eyelashes. "Sukriti, I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen," she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Sukriti scoffed, "Never meant to happen? You were fucking moaning and screaming his name, Neha. I saw it all, heard every fucking word."
Neha's tears turned into sobs, her body shaking as she tried to control her emotions. "I know, I know, and I'm so fucking sorry," she cried, her voice choked with tears. "I never told you that I am not a lesbian like you. I am bi...I like guys as much as I like girls." Sukriti stared at Neha, her anger momentarily replaced by shock. "What the fuck are you talking about? We've been together for two years, Neha. You're telling me you're not a lesbian?"
Neha nodded, wiping away her tears. "I never said I was a lesbian, Sukriti. I just said I loved you. And I do. I do love you. But I also love cock. I love the way it feels inside me, the way it makes me feel like a woman. I'm sorry, Su, I can't help it," Neha cried, her voice broken.
Sukriti looked at Neha, her so-called girlfriend, a woman she had shared her life with for years, and now she was learning that she was bi.
"So you telling me I should share you with guys? That's disgusting Neha. No, not your sexuality, what's disgusting is that you expect me to accept you being disloyal and cheating on me. Fuck you, Neha," Sukriti spat, her anger boiling over again.
"I am sorry Su, I really am. I love you Neha, but also love Aryan. I can't help my feelings Su." Neha implored, her voice pleading, her eyes begging.
"Fuck your feelings, Neha. What about mine?" Sukriti retorted, her voice cold and hard. "You will have to choose Neha. If this relationship is to survive, you will have to choose between us and this can't repeat....ever."
Neha looked at Sukriti, her eyes filled with tears. "I can't choose, Sukriti. I love you both too much," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Sukriti scoffed, "Well, too fucking bad, Neha. Because I sure as hell can't share you with some fucking dick-wielding cheater." She turned on her heel and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
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After spending another night in a hotel, Sukriti decided to confront the guy. She returned to the apartment, relieved that Neha wasn't home and went about searching through Neha's belongings for any clue to his identity. She had heard the name Aryan when Neha cried out his name. Now she was on a mission to find out anything she could about him.
It was her lucky day. Neha's laptop was open on her desk, unlocked. She checked her Facebook, and then her Istagram...Bingo!
An exchange with Aryan was open on the Instagram tab --
"See you in 10" was Neha's last message, sent about half an hour ago. Neha scrolled up reading the exchange.
He had messaged her in the morning with lovey-dovey messages. Neha had told him how she was busted because her roomie had caught them in the act (she called her a roomie, not her girlfriend -- so she was lying to him too).
Aryan had told her that her panties had landed in his open backpack when he had tossed them last night. He had asked if she wanted them or if he could keep them.
She wanted them.
Then she would have to come get them and pay the appropriate tax in his bed before he would give them back. (Disgusting)
I've never been to your place Aru, Neha had said, and Aryan had given his address. Jackpot!
Now Sukriti had Aryan's address. She could confront him and put the fear of God in him as she told him to back off. Neha was hers. But she didn't want to walk in on them in bed again. She decided to wait another day and confront him the next day.
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The next day, Sukriti stood in front of Aryan's building, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer.
"Yeah?" a voice answered, and she could already hear the smugness in it.
"I'm here to see Aryan," she replied, her voice steady and strong, despite the turmoil inside her.
"Sure, come on up," he said, and she heard the buzz of the door unlocking.
She took the stairs two at a time, her anger and determination propelling her forward. His door opened just as she was about to knock. She hadn't seen his face when she had walked in on them. Fuck, he was gorgeous!
She scolded herself for getting distracted by his looks and barged into his house, huffing and puffing.
"Whoa! Who the fuck are you?" he said taken aback at being pushed aside as she walked into his house.
"Ever heard the name Sukriti?" she asked glaring at him.
"Not till yesterday, you are Neha's roomie right?" he said, closing the door behind him. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips, and his chest was bare, his muscles defined and glistening with sweat. He clearly was working out before she had arrived.
"Her girlfriend, not her roomie, you fucking asshole," she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. "And now that you know, get the fuck out of my girlfriend's life."
Aryan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Girlfriend? What are you talking about?"
"She didn't tell you either did she? Bitch! We've been together for two years. We are a couple and I don't share, so stay the fuck away from her!" Sukriti screamed, her face inches from Aryan's, her breath coming in short, angry gasps.
Aryan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Sukriti's spine. "Is that so? Because from where I'm standing, she likes it when she is with me. Must not be getting enough from you. And I don't mind sharing. We could even do it all together. Never did it with two girls at the same time, what say?"
"In your dreams, asshole!," Sukriti retorted, her hands balled into fists at her sides, "Just back off ok, or else..."
"Or else what?" Aryan taunted, stepping closer to Sukriti. He could see the anger in her eyes, the pulse pounding in her neck. He found her fire exciting, arousing. "You going to hit me, little girl? Go ahead."
Sukriti clenched her jaw, her fingers itching to slap him. But she knew that would only escalate things, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she did something unexpected. She reached out and grabbed his sweatpants, yanking them down to his ankles in one swift motion.
Aryan's cock sprang free, already half-hard from their exchange.
Sukriti's eyes widened as she stared at it, her anger momentarily replaced by shock. It was thick and long. She had never seen a cock up close before. She had always been a lesbian. What the hell was she thinking pulling his pants down? FUCK!
"Want want action too? Like what you see?" Aryan smirked, his cock twitching in the air between them.
Sukriti's cheeks flushed, and yet, she wasn't able to tear her eyes away from his cock. She could feel the heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing with unexpected desire. He was right; she wanted action, despite her better judgment.
"Fuck you," she spat, but her voice lacked conviction. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, could see the hunger in his eyes. It was intoxicating, dangerous.
Aryan reached out, his hand wrapping around her wrist as he pulled her closer. "Clearly Neha chose me over you," he said not bothering to pick up his tracks, a wicked smile on his face as she let her stare at his member and watching her gulp in shock. "If she had chosen you, then you wouldn't be here." Aryan said, his voice low and husky.
When she didn't say anything and kept staring at his growing erection, he continued, "You know why she chose me? You want to find out? I could show you, maybe you will prefer a cock over pussy too."
Aryan taunted, his eyes glued to Sukriti's body, watching her blush deepen. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, her nipples hardening under her shirt.
When she didn't say or move, he stepped closer and grabbed her wrist, placing her hand on his erection. "You know you want it." Aryan's voice was low and husky, his breath hot against her ear. His cock was rock hard in her hand, the skin smooth and velvety. She could feel the pulse of blood through it, could see the veins standing out. He was right; she did want it. Despite the anger, the betrayal, the confusion, there was a part of her that wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock inside her, to feel it moving inside her, to hear the sounds it made when it was fucking her.
"Fuck off," she whispered, but her hand remained on his cock, her fingers tentatively stroking it.
Aryan chuckled, low and throaty, his cock twitching in her hand.
"You sure about that, princess? Because I don't think so." He reached up, placing a hand on her breast over her shirt, his thumb fingering her nipple through it.
"Ooooh... nice and hard, you do want it." Aryan's voice was a low growl, his hand squeezing her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
Sukriti's breath hitched, her body responding despite her brain screaming at her to stop. She could feel the heat pooling in her pussy, her clit throbbing. She had never been touched by a guy before, had never felt this way.
Aryan's other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his cock pressing against her stomach, hot and hard. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.
She gasped, taken aback by the suddenness of it, but his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring, teasing, and she found herself kissing him back. His hand on her breast was squeezing, kneading, his thumb still rubbing her nipple through her shirt. She could feel the heat building in her core, her pussy growing wetter.
Aryan broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks in their wake. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back, giving him better access.
He trailed his lips down her collarbone and back up, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing and groping, exploring every inch of her. He pulled her shirt up and off, throwing it to the side before kissing her again.
Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra. His mouth left a trail of kisses down her neck, her collarbone, as he peeled her bra off. Her breasts were exposed, her nipples hard and aching. He took one in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it, his hand kneading the other. She gasped, her hips bucking against his, desperate for friction.
All Sukriti could do was moan, her hand still holding his cock now stroking him hard.
He surprised her when he picked her up like a rag doll and carried her to his bedroom, tossing her on his bed, her skirt rising to her hips. Grabbing her knees, he spread her legs, burying his face into her panties. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent. It was intoxicating. He could smell her arousal, see the wet spot on her panties. He growled, his cock throbbing with need.
He kissed her pussy over her panties, his fingers running up and down her slit. She could feel the heat of his breath through the thin fabric, could feel his lips on her, and she moaned, her hips bucking against him.
"Fuck, you smell amazing," he growled, his voice muffled by her panties, "can't wait to taste you". He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her pussy to him. He sucked in a breath, his eyes widening at the sight of her. She was shaved, her pussy lips glistening with her juices. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
He leaned in, his tongue flicking out, licking her from bottom to top. He groaned, the taste of her driving him wild. He licked her again, this time lingering on her clit, circling it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. She let out a gasp, her hips bucking against his face, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Oh FUCK!," she moaned, her voice breathless. He chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through her. He wanted to tease her, to make her beg for it.
"Ask for it, tell me you want me to fuck you." he said his finger entering her.
"Oh God yes....no...oh God" she mumbled, as his finger started moving in and out of her. She could feel the heat building, her body writhing under his touch, her hips moving in time with his thrusts.
"You want more, don't you, princess?" Aryan's voice was low and husky, his lips brushing against her clit as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine.
"Y-yes," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
That was all the invitation he needed, the nest moment, he was sucking on her clit, a second finger entering her , stretching her. Sukriti cried out, her back arching, her hips thrusting against his face, seeking more. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue lashing her clit, his other hand squeezing and kneading her breast.
"Fuck, you're delicious. Cum in my mouth princess, feed me your honey."
Sukriti was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body on fire. She had never felt like this before, never been touched like this. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
She was so close, so fucking close, and he knew it as her pussy muscles started clenching around his fingers and her breathing became more and more ragged.
He bit gently on her swollen clit, sending her over the edge, and she screamed out her release, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure squirted out of her pussy. He lapped at her pussy, drinking her juices, his fingers still thrusting in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm.
Just as her orgasm was beginning to subside, she was rocked by a second wave, that was even more violent.
"Oh Maaaaaa." she screamed feeding him more of her cum.
Aryan lapped up every drop like a starving man, his tongue fucking her pussy, his fingers fucking her cunt. And then she was rocked by a third orgasm, and then a fourth, back to back.
She had been cumming relentlessly for close to five minutes, and he kept eating her hungrily, lapping up every drop of her juices.
When she finally collapsed, getting a reprieve from her body's violence, his cock was rubbing against her opening. Unconsciously, her hand grabbed it and guided it into her.
Aryan groaned, the sound low and primal, as he sank into her. Sukriti gasped, her eyes snapping open, her gaze meeting his. She could see the pleasure in his eyes, the hunger, the need. She could feel the burning stretch of her pussy as it accommodated his cock. He was big, much bigger than she had imagined.
"Fuck, you're tight, way tighter than Neha" he groaned, his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out of her slowly, letting her adjust to his size. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the veins on his cock as he moved in and out of her, "but you are out of luck. I used my last condom with Neha. You will have to take it in you princess." Aryan growled, his voice low and dark, "I'm not pulling out. You want to fuck me raw, you got it."
Sukriti's breathing hitched, her body trembling as his cock slowly inched deeper into her. She could feel the burn, the stretch, but also the pleasure. Her body was responding to his, her pussy clenching around him, her hips moving to meet his thrusts.
Sukriti gasped, her eyes watering at the sensation of being filled so completely. She could feel every inch of his cock, could feel the warmth of his body against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him to move faster, to fuck her harder.
Aryan didn't need any more encouragement. He began to thrust into her, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pounding into her pussy. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue fucking her mouth as he fucked her pussy.
She met his kiss with equal fervor, her body on fire, her pussy clenching around his cock. She could taste herself on his tongue, the musky scent of her arousal filling her nostrils.
"You fucking love it, don't you, princess?" Aryan growled, his voice rough, his breath hot against her ear.
Sukriti moaned, her body writhing under him, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. "God, yes," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
She could feel her orgasm building again, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his cock. She was so close, so fucking close, and she needed him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.
Aryan must have sensed it too, because he suddenly flipped her over, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her hips and thrust back into her, his cock slamming into her pussy with a force that made her scream.
He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and thrust into her even deeper, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.
Sukriti moaned, her body on fire, her pussy clenching around his cock. He reached between them and started rubbing her clit, doubling her pleasure and driving over the edge.
"Aaaaahhh....maaaa," she screamed, her entire body shaking violently, her pussy convulsing around his cock as she came again, harder this time, her juices squirting out of her and onto his bed.
Aryan grunted, feeling her orgasm milk his cock, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. He couldn't hold back any longer either. His back arched and he stiffened, burying himself to the hilt in her
, his cock twitching and pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
“Fuck!” he grunted, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He stayed there for a while, his body collapsing on top of her. Their mouths met and she kissed him hungrily. And then started moving in and out again, his cock showing no sign of going limp inside her.
Sukriti whimpered, her body still sensitive from her multiple orgasms, her pussy still pulsing from his cum.
"I am going to fuck you all day, princess. Never fucked a pussy like yours. You're incredible." Aryan growled, his voice thick with desire as he slowly pulled out of her, only to flip her over on her stomach.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her ass in the air, positioning her on her hands and knees, entering her doggy-style. Sukriti gasped, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets as he slammed into her pussy with a force that left her breathless.
Sukriti moaned, her body trembling with each thrust, her breasts swaying with the force of his movements. She could feel every inch of his cock filling her, stretching her, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
He started pounding into her harder, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.
This time around, he was in no rush to cum and fucked her through two more orgasms before shooting a second load in her pussy.
Sukriti was exhausted, her body shaking with exertion and pleasure, her pussy dripping with cum.
Aryan didn't pull out when he collapsed on top of her. She felt his cock finally start to go limp inside her.
"Unbelievable," she gasped as he kissed and bit her neck, "I've never cum that hard or that many times before."
"Now you know why Neha chose me over you, don't you princess?" he said, continuing to nuzzle her neck.
"Fuck," she groaned, "I'd choose you too after that." She turned her head to kiss him, her tongue darting into his mouth, tasting herself on him. He grabbed her hair, holding her head in place as he kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth.
"So who's stopping you?" he said when he broke the kiss. "Neha won't mind sharing, I'm sure. What better way to get back at her for betraying you?" he said into her neck.
He was right, she realized. She did want him. Despite everything, despite the betrayal, she wanted him. She wanted his cock inside her, wanted him to fuck her like he just did. She wanted to feel the raw pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of her, wanted to feel the burn of his cum inside her.
She turned her head to look at him, her eyes meeting his. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the smug smile on his face. He knew he had her. He knew she was hooked.
"You're a fucking god in bed," she said, her voice breathless, her body still trembling from their encounter.
"I've never been fucked like that before."
Aryan chuckled, his voice low and husky. "You've never been fucked by a cock, princess. You thought you were a lesbian remember?"
Aryan asked, his voice smug, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced down at Sukriti. She was still on her hands and knees, his limp cock still inside her. She groaned, the mention of her past sexuality still a sore spot. She had always thought she was a lesbian, had always identified as such. But after that fuck, she wasn't so sure. All she could think about was his cock in her, willing it to go hard again.
"Think you can get it up again?" she asked, her voice coming in gasps. "I want more." Sukriti said, her voice a low growl, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms. She could feel the cum dripping down her thighs.
Aryan chuckled, his cock twitching inside her at her words. "Maybe, but you will have to help." he said finally pulling out of her.
Flipping her on her back, he positioned his cock at her mouth. Sukriti opened wide, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting herself on him. He groaned, his cock twitching in her mouth as she sucked him in deeper, his hands fisting in her hair.
It took close to half an hour of sucking and stroking before he started to go hard again in her mouth. She worked him with her hand and mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips tight around the shaft. She could taste herself on him, could taste his cum mixed with her juices. She moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as he started to fuck her mouth, his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out.
"Fuck, you look so hot like that, princess," Aryan groaned, his hands fisting in her hair, his hips moving faster, fucking her mouth harder. "Get on top," he said when he was finally hard and ready.
Sukriti climbed on top of him, gravity and her wetness aiding her in sliding down onto his cock with ease. She gasped as he filled her up, her body still sensitive from their previous encounters. She started moving her hips, grinding against him, her tits bouncing with the motion.
She could feel every inch of him as she moved, could hear the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet sound of their bodies joining. She looked down at him, her eyes locked onto his as she rode him, her hips moving in a rhythm that had them both panting.
"Fuck, this feels so good," she moaned, bouncing on his cock , her nails digging into his chest.
He pulled her forward, her boobs bouncing over his face, and he latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting it hard.
"Aryan, yes, oh god, yes," Sukriti screamed as he bit down hard, the pain and pleasure exploding in her head.
He sucked hard, making a loud popping sound as he released her nipple. He then grabbed her hips, slamming her down hard on his cock and pounding up into her, their bodies slapping together.
"Fuck Aryan.... I am going to cum again, don't stop Aryan, oh fuck!" she groaned, her eyes closed and head thrown back, surrendering to the sensations rocking her body.
He grabbed her hips and started thrusting upwards hard and fast, driving her over the precipice.
"Maaaaa....nooooo....oh fuck yessssss," she screamed as she came around his cock, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching and unclenching around him.
"FUCKKKK!!!" he screamed, slamming into her and holding himself there, filling her pussy for a third time in less than two hours.
By the time she left his place at 9 pm, she had taken two more loads of his cum, one in her pussy and another in her mouth, swallowing his cum greedily, the sweetest and most delicious thing she had tasted in her life.
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Things were bound to get complicated with the two girls sharing Aryan. Neha didn't mind, but Sukriti wasn't the sharing type. When Neha suggested a threesome, it was just too much for Sukriti.
Though she didn't want to, she broke it off with Aryan. She got admission in a college in a different town and moved at the end of the academic year.
As the years passed, boyfriends came and went and the episode between her, Neha and Aryan became a distant memory. By the time she started working, it was well and truly behind her. She never expected to meet either of them again in life, but life had other plans for her.