DISCLAIMER: This story has a strong exhibitionist theme. If it is not your cup of tea, I strongly urge you not to go ahead. The author strongly recommends safe sexual practices to be followed to avoid STDs and unwanted pregnancies.
All the characters in the story are above 18 years of age.
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Harshita sat there for a while wondering if she had done the right thing. She was convinced that it was an experience she wanted to have. It was not a wrong thing to have done. And, it is not like Manoj Bhaiya is cheating on his wife. She had passed away, and she is helping him relieve his pent-up sexual frustration.
She stood up and looked in the mirror. She looked like a sex goddess. She imagined her future husband's face when she told that she sucked off a milkman and let him cum in her mouth. She felt a tingle in her pussy.
She looked at the clock. It showed 5:45 AM and it was getting bright outside. Soon her neighbours will wake up. She took her clothes littered on the floor. She did not feel like wearing them.
Harshita got an idea to get off of her exhibitionist desire. She decided to walk to the common washroom butt naked with cum all over her body. The thought instantly made her horny.
She walked to the washroom butt naked with the towel and fresh set of clothes in her hand. She was afraid that any of her neighbours would catch her in her brazen act. She passed the third house and saw the windows and the main door was closed. Her heartbeat increased. She worried, "What if the fourth house aunty catches her parading her naked body around?"
The fourth house window was open. Harshita's heart missed a beat. She wondered if she should wrap herself with the towel, or run to her house. She heard a loud snore and cautiously peeped into the window. Her body was still hidden. She could see that the uncle was sleeping in the bed alone. She listened intently, but the house was silent. Convinced that Priya Aunty was also sleeping. She tiptoed to the washroom naked.
She went into the shower cubicle and locked the door. Her pussy ached for relief. And, she plunged a finger inside. She came this time with a muffled grunt. She hoped no one heard her. She opened the shower and the cold water rinsed off the cum on her body.
She walked back to her house fully dressed up this time. The snoring uncle was still snoring. All the houses still were quiet. She reached home and took the milk packet from the door. The touch of the milk packet brought her memories back. Her mind travelled back to the feeling of touching her first penis. She shuddered. She didn't want to jerk off another time. She wanted chai to wake her up fully. She prepared her morning chai.
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That night, Harshita lay on the bed, butt naked, in the sweltering heat. She pondered if she should let the milkman the next morning. She popped the window to let in the cold breeze. It was already midnight and the chance of anyone walking by is extremely rare.
Harshita's mind played the scene from the morning. She remembered the first penis she has ever seen, touched, kissed, tasted. He smelled musky with a strong aroma of manliness. His taste was a bit salty. She liked it. It felt naughty. She wanted it. She headed to the living room and unlocked the room.
She came back to the bedroom and slowly jerked off. She wondered how Manoj Bhaiya's penis would feel if he slid inside her pussy. She fantasized about him ramming his hard penis inside her leaking pussy. She fantasized about him spurting his seed in her womb. The thought pushed her to a massive orgasm. She immediately dozed off.
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Harshita woke up with a soft kiss on her pussy. She was lying on her stomach with one leg curled up her chest. It was her default sleeping position. She craned her neck to see who the intruder was. It was Manoj Bhaiya.
She pushed her ass into Manoj's face. His tongue probed Harshita's pussy. His nose grazed on her asshole. Harshita never thought someone would have their nose in her kinkiest place, her asshole.
She pushed her ass more into his face. The tip of his nose was probing her asshole. "Don't stop," she commanded Manoj.
Manoj took the cue. He withdrew his tongue from her pussy. Harshita was a bit disappointed. Manoj spread her butt cheeks and planted a soft kiss on her asshole. Harshita groaned loud. She never imagined Manoj would kiss her ass. Her butt relaxed, and she gave more access. Her pussy leaked as his tongue probed her asshole.
It had been years since Manoj's wife passed away. Manoj missed her dearly. Manoj recalled the times he got down on his wife. His wife was very concerned with him eating her pussy. Her worry was if it was degrading for the only earning man in the family. The days he kissed her ass. She used to tell, "It is dirty to lick there." That never stopped Manoj from licking his wife's ass. He enjoyed it. After years, he got the opportunity to kiss a young girl's ass and he was not going to miss it.
