Nostalgic Seeds – Part 3 (Submitting her cunt)

Disclaimer: This is a semi-fictional story based on certain real-life incidents. Any similarity to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental.

Priya took the next two days off. She needed to understand and get over the mistake she had made. To make up for her husband Ratan, she spread her legs for him 8 times and took all his cum in her cunt.

But she hardly felt her insides tremble or quiver. Not because Ratan wasn’t good enough, but there wasn’t any passion in the penetrative pumps he made in her vagina.

But she had to get back to her work. She had several patients waiting for her to return. Priya was a reasonably good therapist, and her patients loved her. One day after the other, she completed the appointments of 3 of her patients.

She was taking a break when the next one knocked on her door. The attendant girl at the front desk had rung her before sending the patient in. She sat upright on her cushioned seat, leaned on the table and ordered,  “Please do come in.”

“I have a hundred times,” Hari said, walking in. Priya’s face turned pale as the door closed automatically behind him. He had worn a light blue shirt untucked over jeans and formal shoes. That was the shirt she gifted him a week before breaking up, and he still took good care of it.

“Hari, you should consult another psychologist. Please let me refer you to one,” She said, picking up a card from the table and writing something on it.

“I don’t need a therapist anymore. I slept peacefully after that incident without having to take any sleeping pills,” Hari said with a happy face.

“But you have to stay away from me,” Priya was frustrated.

She pulled the edges of her yellow top-up to ensure her bra straps were unseen. Then covered her neck by rolling a shawl around her. Her sleeveless yellow also had a decently wide neck. But her melons didn’t have the cup side to make a deep cleavage.

Her favourite golden locket hooked on a gold chain dangling at the neck along with Ratan’s necklace. Hari sat on the couch for the patient and smiled at her.

“Don’t lie to me that you didn’t like what happened.”

“I have no comments on that, and it should not have happened,” she whispered.
Once she was done writing her reference on the card, she got up from her seat. She was wearing formal dark blank pants with thin silver check lines visible when the sunlight through the window landed on her legs.

Compensating for the smaller boobs, she had compared to other women. Her ass was huge and majestic. Her thighs, like pillars holding the ass cushions, only made her look thick and hot.

She had formal shoes on her feet without any heels over which the silver anklets jiggled without audible sounds.  She offered him the card and smiled.

“Hari, you need help but not from me.”

“We both know who needs help here,” Hari stood up and pulled her hand, bringing her closer. Her warm breath landed on his face. It was always great that they were the same height, especially while doing the 69 position.

Hari’s left hand slithered through her arms and landed on her waist. Priya walked back slowly, which only made Hari follow her without taking his palm off her.

“Stop, please,” She said when her ass pressed against the table behind her. There was no more space for her to move away from him. He got even closer to her and planted a kiss on her chubby soft cheeks. The card dropped from her fingers, placing her hand on his chest.

Her lips parted, and her eyes closed. He planted a simple kiss on her upper lip and held her butt. She pushed his face away but moaned when she felt the hand on her ass cheeks crumble her soft cushion ass. She grabbed him by his colour and groaned, “Leave me.”

But he knew her soft spots. He knew every inch of her skin better than she did. His hand moved to her ass crack and lifted her butt cheeks from the bottom. “Let me go,” She moaned instead of screaming.

Hari silently grabbed both of her ass cheeks with either of his hands and lifted her. She obliged even though she kept asking him to stop. He placed her on her table and looked into her eyes.

She could no longer resist. Pulling him and holding his collar, she kissed him so tight that she felt like she had lost her breath. With every smooch, her legs started spreading involuntarily with her tongue rolling in his mouth.

Hari slithered in between her legs, cupping her cheeks. Hari kissed her madly.
“Hari, I am losing myself because of you,” Priya moaned as she looked at her spread legs and Hari standing between them.

“I know, baby, you did lose your virginity of all the holes to me” He smiled, giving her his special butterfly kisses that gave her goosebumps in her belly.
“Let me help you today,” Hari said, running his hand towards her waist.

He unbuckled her formal pants and pushed his hands inside, but it was too tight to do anything. Priya pulled her legs close and then helped him push her pants down.

Hari, very carefully, without wrinkling the pants, rolled them over her thigh and looked at her. His hand again ran towards her ass. She wore thick black panties covering all her private parts and even a few Centimeters of her waist and upper thigh.

“Are you still wearing these grandma panties?” He mocked.

“You know I love them, don’t ask,” She laughed as she used to during their dating times.

Hari pulled them easily. It rolled like a wet cloth. Priya helped by lifting her thighs, and the rolled panties were on her knees along with the pants. Priya had completely forgotten about the fact that she was married. She spread her legs wide till the pants and panties tightened on her knees.

“This is as far as I can spread,” She said, pinching his cheeks. Hari locked his lips with her again and gently ran his hand over her pussy between her thighs. She shaved last week. There were hairs all over the wet skin. Her pussy had thick skin around it since she was chubby.

Her clit had to be searched for using fingers, and he always spotted it easily.
Priya gasped. He pushed his fingers between the pussy lips rubbing against the growing hair, and found her wet spot. It was like an adventure. She was so wet that he easily slid his whole forefinger inside her.

“Baby, how do you get so deep always,” She moaned and grunted, closing her legs. She always used to shut her legs close once he was inside. It was a lock that could only be opened with her final orgasmic moan. Slowly he fingered her, and she moaned.

His fingers rubbed against her warm red pinkish vagina calls. Her insides tremble. She opened her eyes and looked at him when she felt another finger inside. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a deep moan when he pumped his two fingers inside.

She grabbed tightly over his arm, which was planting fingers inside her.  “Don’t stop,” She moaned. She felt it wriggle and pound with his thrusting fingers.

Meanwhile, the land phone rang on her desk, she pushed it away, and it landed with the cord breaking. She moaned wildly over his lips as he finger fucked her. He felt her pussy tighten as it grew wilder.

She let it out with a deep sigh and moan, then gasped and took a couple of heavy breaths. Her fluids had erupted over her tender skin.

The office girl rushed to her room to check why Priya was not answering the call. When she saw a man with his hand deep in Priya’s pussy as she opened the door, she turned around and closed the door shut.

“Oh shit,” Priya grunted

To be continued

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