The early morning mist clung to the surface of the spring like a shroud, wrapping around her naked body as she slipped into the warm, inviting waters. The soft chirping of birds was the only sound, save for the gentle lapping of water against the rocks that lined the edge of the pool. Tanamati who was 30 years old now was alone, utterly alone, in this secluded corner of her family's vast estate, far from prying eyes and judgmental stares.
Her fingers trailed down her belly, dipping into the water, trailing lower until they found the sensitive nub of her choot, between her legs. She let out a soft moan, leaning back against a rock, letting the water lap at her choochiyan, her big melon size breasts, teasing her nipples with its warmth. Her touch was deliberate, slow, each stroke of her clit sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body. She was lost in her own world, a world of sensation and release.
“Aah. Aise maze toh yahin akele mein milti hai. Har subah. Kaash koi jawan lund mere iss garam chut ki maze leta aur iss pani ke andar meri chut mein apna pani bharta.” She always felt needy as ever.
Unknown to her, someone else had discovered this hidden sanctuary. A young chef, barely twenty-two years old, had taken a shortcut through the woods, hoping to gather some fresh herbs for the breakfast he was preparing. His heart nearly stopped when he saw her, bathed in the soft morning light, her skin glowing with a lustrous sheen. He froze in place, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes drank in every inch of her exposed flesh.
“Aisi sundar kanya toh maine Jeevan mein kabhi nahin dekhi. Gazab jawani hain. Mast badan, aur itne bade choochiyan. Itna sundar chut… Mera lund toh pathar ho raha hain.” His mind was washed with impure lust.
His cock twitched, hard and throbbing in his pants, as he watched her pleasure herself with such abandon. He knew he should look away, should turn and leave before he was discovered, but he couldn't tear his gaze from her. Instead, his hand drifted down to his crotch, gently squeezing the bulge that had formed there, feeling the heat and pressure building up inside him.
"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, his voice trembling with arousal. "She's gorgeous.”
“Mujhe iski chut miljayen toh isko randiyon ki tarah chodunga. Uski nazuk chut ko apna pani se bhar doonga. Kitni mast rand lag rahi hai.” He made a wish to himself.
As he stared at her self pleasure, her moans grew louder, more urgent, as she quickened the pace of her strokes. She was so close now, so close to that sweet release that always felt so damn good. She could feel it building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her, ready to snap at any moment.
“Main aur nahin rukonga. Aaj toh mera lund uski chut ke andar hi phatega. Apna paani iske muh ke andar hi nikalunga.” He made a reckless decision.
Unaware of his lust she was busy with per private time. But then, something changed. A rustle of leaves behind her, a shadow moving just at the edge of her vision. Her eyes snapped open, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't alone anymore. Someone was watching her. Panic surged through her, followed swiftly by a mix of fear and something else, something darker, more primal.
"Who's there?" she called out, her voice shaking slightly. "Show yourself!"
“Kaun hai wahan. Bahar Niklo. Warna chillaungi.” She threatened the unknown person.
The rustling grew closer, and then he stepped out from the shadows, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. His lund was so hard and his tent in his dhoti was dominantly visible. Their eyes locked, and for a long moment, neither of them said anything. She took in his appearance, the way his eyes darted down to her still-stroking hand, the way his hand was still gripping his crotch, the obvious bulge in his pants.
"I'm sorry," he stammered, taking a step back. "I didn't mean to... I was just..."
“Galat mat samajhna. Main bhi toh apna lund leke khada hoon. Bas yeh Hawas badhgayi tumhari sundarta dekh ke.” He spoke up.
"You were watching me," she finished for him, her voice low and husky. "Admit it."
“Akele hi maze loot rahe the. Mujhe iss haal mein dekh ke? Sharam nahi aati? Galat toh hain.” She said slyly.
He nodded, too embarrassed to speak, his cheeks burning with shame. But despite the guilt, his cock remained hard, pressing insistently against his pants. He wanted her, wanted to feel her hands on him, wanted to know what it would be like to be inside her.
“Mera lund khada hai. Apki iss badan ko dekh kar.” He bent his head down in shame.
She studied him for a moment longer, her mind racing. Part of her wanted to scream, to demand that he leave immediately. But another part of her, a part that had been starved for attention for far too long, was intrigued. Fascinated. And aroused.
"Come here," she said finally, her voice commanding. "Don't make me repeat myself."
“Ajao. Dekhte hai. Kya kar paoge. Meri chut ki aag bhuja sakte ho ya nahi, dekhte hai.”
He hesitated, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route. But there was none. And besides, the thought of turning her down, of walking away from this opportunity, was almost unbearable. Slowly, reluctantly, he took a step forward, then another, closing the distance between them.
"Get in," she ordered, nodding towards the water. "And take off your clothes."
He did as he was told, stripping off his kurta and dhoti as quickly as he could, his cock springing free the moment his boxers hit the ground. She watched him, her eyes dark with desire, as he waded into the water, his erection bobbing proudly in front of him.
"Good boy," she purred, her fingers trailing down her body once more. "Now, show me what you can do."
“Accha hai. Ab dikhao. Kya kar sakte ho aap.” She wanted him to try out everything.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry, as he moved closer to her. The water was warm against his skin, but nothing compared to the heat radiating off her body. He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as they brushed against her thighs, tracing the curve of her hips, before sliding up to cup her breasts.
“Yeh mast chuchiyan hai. Jee bharke khajaunga.” He said with lust he couldn't control.
She gasped at his touch, her nipples hardening instantly. She could feel the moisture pooling between her legs, her body already responding to his caresses. She leaned into him, her lips parting as she pressed one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Suck," she commanded, her voice thick with arousal. "Suck it like you want to taste me."
“Khajao. Dikha do apni jeeb ki hawas. Khao.” She said with much need.
He obeyed, his tongue flicking out to tease her nipple before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking hard. She groaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she guided his head, urging him to continue.
"That's it," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Keep doing that, and maybe I'll let you have more.”
“Aise… bohot acche. Karte raho. Jab tak Mai jhad na jao.” She was engulfed in pleasure.
Chapter 2 - Forbidden encounters
Jaikishen’s breath was heavy, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He hovered over Tanamati, their bodies glistening with the dew of the spring waters. His eyes locked onto hers, a primal hunger reflected in their depths. Without a word, he lowered his mouth to her nipples, his lips closing around the hardened peaks. The sensation was electric, sending shocks of pleasure through Tanamati’s body.
She gasped, arching her back as Jaikishen’s teeth grazed her tender flesh. His hands moved lower, cupping her wet pussy with a possessive grip. The heat between her thighs intensified, and she moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the secluded glade. Jaikishen’s fingers found her clit, circling it slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.
Tanamati’s legs spasmed, opening wider beneath him. She was a vision of desire, her glistening pink flesh begging for attention. Jaikishen couldn’t resist any longer. He brought his hungry mouth down from her nipples to her clit, his tongue flicking out to taste her. The flavor was intoxicating, sweet and tangy, like the most forbidden fruit.
He devoured her with abandon, his tongue working in rapid strokes against her sensitive nub. Tanamati’s moans turned into desperate cries, her body trembling with pent-up pleasure. She felt the familiar tension building inside her, a wave of ecstasy that threatened to consume her entirely.
With a final, forceful thrust of his tongue, Tanamati climaxed. Her body convulsed, muscles contracting as waves of orgasm washed over her. Her juices burst forth, spraying Jaikishen’s face in a torrent of release. He drank it in, his own cock throbbing with need as he continued to lap at her quivering flesh.
The intensity of the moment left Tanamati weak, her body collapsing onto the banks of the spring. She lay there, gasping for breath, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. Jaikishen didn’t give her a moment to recover. With a primal growl, he positioned himself between her legs, guiding his eight-inch cock to her entrance.
Tanamati’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of anticipation and surrender. “Please…” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. “Fuck me, Jaikishen. Fill me up.”
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. Tanamati cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. His hips pistoned back and forth, each stroke driving them both closer to the edge.
The rhythmic sounds of their coupling filled the air, accompanied by the soft squelching of their joined flesh. Jaikishen’s pace quickened, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the pressure building within him, the urge to come growing stronger with every thrust.
Tanamati’s body responded to his movements, her inner walls clenching around his cock in involuntary spasms. She could feel another orgasm approaching, the tendrils of pleasure wrapping tighter around her senses. “Yes! Yes! Right there!” she screamed, her voice breaking with the force of her release.
Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, sweeping away all thought and reason. Her body tensed, then convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Jaikishen felt her contractions around his cock, the sensation pushing him to the brink.
With a guttural roar, he came, his seed flooding her insides in a torrent of white-hot pleasure. His body shuddered with the force of his release, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the world reduced to just the two of them and the raw, animalistic act they were engaged in.
As their breathing gradually slowed, Jaikishen collapsed beside Tanamati, their bodies entwined in the lush green grass. The morning sun had begun to rise, casting a warm golden glow over the spring and its surroundings. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth, mingling with the faint musk of their lovemaking.
Tanamati stirred, her hand reaching out to caress Jaikishen’s cheek. “That was… incredible,” she murmured, her voice soft and content.
He smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he admitted, his voice tinged with awe.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Both froze, their eyes widening in alarm. They hadn’t realized how much time had passed, and now it seemed they were no longer alone.
Chapter 3 - The fruit of passion.
Tanamati's heart pounded in her chest as Jai Kishen’s words sank in. The fear of being exposed mixed with the undeniable thrill of their forbidden encounters. She knew she couldn't risk her reputation, not when her husband was away and her family's honor was at stake. Her lust, however, was a powerful force, one that had already led her down this dangerous path.
"Alright," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "But you must promise to be gentle."
Jai Kishen smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I promise, Tanamati. Every morning, just like this."
They made their way back to the spring, the cool water beckoning them as the sun began its ascent. The world around them was still asleep, the early morning mist clinging to the trees and the grass. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and earth.
As they stepped into the water, the coolness enveloped them, sending shivers down Tanamati's spine. Jai Kishen watched her closely, his gaze never leaving her body. She turned to him, her eyes locking onto his, and reached out to caress his face. Her fingers trailed down his neck, feeling the pulse of his desire beneath her touch.
"You make me feel things I've never felt before," she admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her breath. She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath her fingertips. The water splashed around them as they moved closer, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion.
Jai Kishen pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss. "Let's see how it feels," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He guided her hand to his hardening cock, helping her wrap her fingers around his length. She stroked him gently at first, then with more confidence as he groaned in pleasure.
Her own need grew with each passing moment, her clit throbbing with anticipation. She could feel the slick wetness between her legs, the heat pooling in her core. She needed him inside her, wanted to feel his hardness filling her again.
"Please," she begged, her voice raw with need. "Make love to me."
He didn't need to be asked twice. With a growl of desire, he positioned himself between her legs, one hand cupping her breast while the other guided his cock to her entrance. The tip brushed against her folds, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. Then, with one smooth motion, he thrust deep inside her, filling her completely.
Tanamati cried out, her head falling back as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her. He was relentless, driving into her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her body, making her arch and writhe beneath him.
The water rippled around them, the sound of their passion mingling with the gentle lapping of the spring against the shore. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in this primal act.
Jai Kishen's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour. He teased her nipples, pinching and twisting them until she was gasping for breath. His lips found her neck, sucking and nipping, marking her skin with his claim.
"You're mine now," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Mine to enjoy every morning."
She could barely form words, her mind consumed by the sensations coursing through her. All she could do was cling to him, her nails digging into his back as he continued to move inside her.
The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment. They were lost in their own world, a world where only their desires mattered.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, they reached their peak together, their cries of pleasure echoing through the trees. They clung to each other, their bodies shaking with the force of their release. For a long moment, they lay there, basking in the afterglow, their hearts beating in sync.
But as the reality of their situation began to sink in, a newfound sense of urgency took hold. They couldn't keep this up forever; the risks were too great. Yet, the thought of ending their mornings together filled them both with dread.
"What are we going to do?" Tanamati finally asked, her voice hesitant.
Jai Kishen looked at her, his expression serious. "We need a plan, something that will allow us to be together without putting everything at risk."
She nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "Maybe... maybe we can find somewhere else to go. Somewhere far away where no one knows us."
His eyes lit up with hope. "That might work. We could start fresh, just you and me. No secrets, no lies."
The idea of a new beginning appealed to them both, but the practicalities weighed heavily on their minds. Still, the thought of continuing their passionate affair, of building a life together, was too tempting to resist.
"We can do this," Jai Kishen said firmly, determination in his voice. "We'll find a way."
Tanamati gazed at him, her heart swelling with emotion. "Together," she whispered, leaning in for another kiss. As their lips met, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.
Chapter 4 - Addicted to each other
Tanamati's hand instinctively moved to her lower abdomen, a slight swell already beginning to form beneath her fingertips. The realization of their situation hit them both like a tidal wave, leaving them breathless and anxious. Jaikishen's eyes met hers, his usually confident demeanor now tinged with worry.
"We need to leave," he said, his voice low but urgent. "Tonight. Before anyone notices."
Tanamati nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, we can't stay here. But where will we go?"
Jaikishen thought for a moment, then his face brightened with determination. "There's a village far to the north, isolated and small. No one will find us there. We can start fresh, just you and me."
Tanamati leaned into him, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "Let's do it. Let's leave everything behind."
That night, they packed hastily, taking only what they could carry. Tanamati slipped into a simple dress that hugged her new curves, her swollen nipples pressing against the fabric. Jaikishen's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her, his hand reaching out to cup one breast gently.
"You’re beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her erect nipple.
She gasped, leaning into his touch. "And you make me feel alive," she replied, pulling him close for a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, the urgency of their impending departure fueling their desire.
They made their way through the dense forest, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on the ground. The sound of their footsteps and ragged breathing was the only noise, creating an intimate bubble around them. As they walked, their hands roamed freely, seeking comfort and pleasure in each other's bodies.
Jaikishen's fingers found their way under Tanamati's dress, teasing the sensitive skin above her mound. She moaned softly, her hips grinding against his hand. "Not here," she whispered, though her body betrayed her reluctance.
He chuckled, nuzzling her neck. "Patience, my love. We have all night."
Hours later, they arrived at the edge of the new village, its humble huts and quiet streets a stark contrast to their former life. They found an empty cottage, secluded and hidden from prying eyes. Inside, the air was thick with dust, but it held promise.
Tanamati turned to Jaikishen, her eyes wide with anticipation. "This is it. Our new home."
He smiled, pulling her into his arms. "Our new life."
Their first night in the cottage was a frenzy of passion and exploration. Jaikishen laid Tanamati down on the rough wooden floor, his lips trailing kisses along her neck and shoulders. She arched into him, her hands gripping his hair as he lavished attention on her breasts.
His tongue flicked over her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. "Jaikishen," she breathed, her voice strained with need. "Please."
He moved lower, his mouth following the curve of her belly. His hands parted her legs, exposing her wetness to the cool air. He dipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness and warmth. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more.
"Spread your legs wider for me," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.
She obeyed, opening herself fully to him. He leaned in, his breath warm against her inner thighs. Then, his tongue found her clit, circling it slowly before increasing the pressure. Tanamati cried out, her hands fisting the fabric of her dress.
Jaikishen's tongue delved deeper, tasting her steadily building orgasm. He alternated between licking her clit and thrusting his tongue inside her, each motion pushing her closer to the edge. Her body tensed, muscles quivering as she approached climax.
"Jaikishen, I'm close," she gasped, her voice breaking.
He responded by sucking hard on her clit, his free hand squeezing her breast. With a final, shuddering cry, Tanamati came, her body convulsing in pleasure. Jaikishen continued to lap at her, ensuring every last drop of her release was savored.
As her orgasm subsided, she looked down at him, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.
He grinned, moving up her body until their faces were level. "Never," he promised, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwined, sharing the taste of her arousal.
Jaikishen positioned himself between her legs, his erection throbbing with need. He lined up with her entrance, guiding himself slowly into her. Tanamati gasped, her walls tightening around him. He paused, giving her time to adjust before pushing further.
Inch by inch, he filled her, until they were completely joined. Tanamati moaned, her nails digging into his back. "More," she demanded, her voice fierce.
Jaikishen pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, setting a rapid pace. Each thrust drove them closer to the edge, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Tanamati's hips rose to meet his, desperate for more contact.
"I love you," he panted, his thrusts growing erratic.
"I love you too," she replied, her voice choked with emotion.
With a final, powerful thrust, Jaikishen came, spilling deep inside her. Tanamati followed shortly after, her body shaking with aftershocks. They collapsed together, their breaths mingling as they basked in the afterglow.
As they lay entwined, they promised each other to meet early morning before the Sun rise, before the village is awake, before their own lust makes them weak for each other's fucks. Much before anyone could even see them entwined at their crotches. They promised each other to step into this secluded lonely hut away from the village and fuck each other every morning before they begin their day.
And like their needs and like their thrust for each other's intimates they met and fucked eachother under the waters in the sinful Pool of sex, which was only theirs for the private pleasure they had. They quenched their thirst for intimacy, raw lust in this “Pool of Sex.”
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