”She replied, “In front of others, call me Didi. But when we’re alone, call me Sunita—or jaan, jaanu.”I said, “Okay Didi.”She glared and squeezed my cock hard. I screamed again, “Aaaah! Sorry jaan! I’ll call you jaan from now on!”Hearing “jaan,” she smiled and said, “Yes, now tell me—what did you want to ask?”While I spoke, Sunita started stroking my cock up and down. It was so wet with her saliva that the handjob felt incredibly good.I asked, “Jaan, since when have you been getting fucked by Ravi?”Sunita said, “Just recently—4 or 5 times only. But now that I have you, I’ll stop with him. I’m scared he might tell his friends and ruin my name. With you, there’s no risk—no one will suspect us.”I said, “Okay jaan. Whenever you call me, I’ll come.”A smile spread across her face. While stroking, she placed her pink lips on my cock and sucked again.
After 7–8 minutes, I felt I was about to cum. I said, “Jaan, it’s coming—move your mouth!”But she ignored me, kept sucking deeply, and then it happened—8–10 drops of cum shot out. Sunita swallowed every drop, licked my cock completely clean—not a single drop wasted.Just as she finished cleaning me, there was a knock on the door.Sunita said, “Quick! Put your pants on! I’m opening the door. I’ll finish your work today itself—hurry!”I understood the urgency, quickly wore my pants, and sat casually on the bed.Sunita opened the door—my mom was outside.
She came in and said, “Where is he? His friends are here.”Sunita replied, “Aunty, I’m sending him now. My work is done.”She called me, “Brother, Aunty has come. Go home. I’ll call you when I need you.”I came out and said, “Okay Didi, call me whenever you have work.”I left with Mom. It was 11 AM by then.My friends were waiting at home, so I went out with them. I returned around 2 PM and saw Sunita standing outside talking to Sudha. They were so engrossed they didn’t even notice me.I went inside, ate lunch, and finished my pending work.Around 3 PM, I stepped out and saw Sunita waiting for me. She beckoned me over.I went to her.
She said, “Good news for you!”“What?”She said, “Sudha agreed! I explained to her for a long time before she understood. One thing—when her grandma leaves at 4 PM, go meet her!”Hearing this, I was overjoyed. I wanted to kiss Sunita’s lips right there, but she was standing outside. If we were alone inside, I would have.Time was dragging. I kept checking my watch.
Somehow, at 4 PM, I stepped out. Her grandma had left. Sunita was waiting outside.I went to her. She said, “Go quickly—your path is clear.”I said, “Okay, I’m going in. If anything goes wrong, handle it!”She lightly squeezed my hand—I understood: don’t worry, I’ll manage everything.I squeezed her hand back. We both smiled, and I headed toward Sudha’s house.As I entered, I saw Sudha washing dishes. I sat on the bed in front of her. She kept looking at me.
I asked, “Did you think about me?”She said, “First tell me—how did you hurt your leg?”I lied, “I got hurt getting off the bus.”But she didn’t believe me. She said, “I know it happened because of me. You’re lying.”I smiled and said, “No, it’s not like that. But tell me—what’s your decision?”Sudha said, “I’m not telling.”I stood up, held her hand. She stopped washing and stood. I came close, looked into her eyes, and recited two lines:“There is acceptance in your eyes,Denial on your lips.”After hearing that, she completed the lines:“Tell me, beloved, what kind of love is this!”Hearing that, I pulled her even closer. She stepped back until her back hit the wall. I held both her hands, raised them above her head against the wall. Now she was completely in my control. I said,“Tell me—what’s the answer? Why are you torturing me?”She didn’t speak—just nodded “yes” with her head.I asked, “Really?”She started smiling.