Getting hanky panky at a wedding - Part 2
Hi everyone, I am Kartik, back again with the continuation of the previous story. To introduce myself, I am 6 feet 2 inches tall, have a gym-toned body, a 7-inch cock, and a body count of 15+ from Hyderabad, the land of high libido. Coming to the story.. A few hours before Meghna’s wedding, she subtly came into my room, and the sex was the best I’ve had to date. We could see the hunger for each other in our eyes and the desperation to take my cock into her pussy, destroying her purity just before her wedding. By the time we finished and satisfied our hunger, it was almost 10 PM, and she was getting continuous calls from everyone. She glanced at the phone, shocked by the time started putting on her clothes. We kissed for a couple of minutes, where I bit her lips. She left my room without anyone noticing and went to her room. I slept for an hour, woke up, freshened up, and went down to the function hall. There, I saw my darling Meg sitting like an innocent cow, behaving as if she was eager to finish the rituals and jump into her husband’s arms, while she had been fucked like a rabbit by me just a few hours ago. As this was going on, I saw Ruchi standing there on the stage, dressed in a black netted saree with a bra-like blouse through which people could clearly see her cleavage and bare back. Her hair was just reaching her shoulders, with red lipstick on her juicy lips, which I still remember. The first time we did it was in an Indian Railways toilet. I got excited instantly and texted her. I kept observing her, and when she got my text, she got excited too and started to search for me. She found me sitting in the 4th row, and she came right away and sat beside me. We started to chat. Ruchi: How are you, Kartik? Me: I am doing good. How about you? R: Can’t you tell just by looking at me how I’m doing? Me: If I were to tell you by looking, I’d say you are doing a terrific job in making every man uncomfortable just by your attire. R: Hahaha. Thank you for the compliment. It is meant to be like that, dear. This conversation went on with both of us flirting with each other and suddenly Prem (Ruchi’s boyfriend) appeared. Looking at me, he seemed uncomfortable. And when I stood to shake his hand, he snubbed me and called me a chutiya. This unnamed behavior shocked me, and when I looked at Ruchi, she was visibly concerned and tried to pacify the situation by telling me that she would talk to me later. She told Prem that this was not the right way to behave. He snapped and, in a low voice, said, “Na pori ni dengutadu and nenu silent ga undali,” translated to “Fucked my girl and I’ve got to stay silent.” I was not expecting this, and then I texted Ruchi about what he was talking about and how he knew. Me: What the hell, Ruchi? How did Prem know about our secret? R: I’m sorry, Kartik… It’s all my fault. Me: What exactly happened? R: After our encounter, I was addicted to you and couldn’t forget you. Prem wasn’t able to give me what I wanted. I was so depressed that we used to have huge fights, and one day, out of anger, I blurted that you are a stallion and I was addicted to feeling you inside me. From then on, he started to hate you. After listening to this, I was happy deep down that she still wanted to enjoy my body and that I still had a chance, but I didn’t expect it to come this way. That day was over, and everyone started to slowly leave the hotel. It was 8 AM, and my flight was at 2 pm. I was done with my breakfast and heading to my room when I found Ruchi sitting on a bench and sobbing. Me: Yaar Ruchi, what happened? Why are you sobbing? R: It’s nothing. Just had a bad fight with Prem, and he was abusing me like a monster. Saying this, she got too emotional and was sobbing uncontrollably. And I, being a gentle man, held her from the side, and she put her head on my shoulder. While doing so, she could feel my warm breath along with my Creed Adventure perfume. That must have intoxicated her, and she suddenly put her lips on my lips, and we had a moment. She pulled back, looked deep into my eyes, and held my hand, starting to walk. Me: Ruchi, stop. Where are we going? R: To my room. Me: We cannot do that, baby. It’s risky, and your moronic bf will get to know, and things will get out of hand. R: Are you afraid of him? He said that you are an asshole who doesn’t know how to satisfy women, and that’s the reason you aren’t having a girlfriend or aren’t married. Don’t you want to prove him wrong? Don’t you want revenge? I was furious by the words, and suddenly, blood rushed to my pelvic region, making my cock rock hard. Seeing my cock getting hard, she responded: R: I don’t think you want to prove him right. Let’s go and do what we need to. Saying this, we continued to the 15th floor, and the moment we entered the room, Ruchi pounded onto me and started to suck my lips like a hungry dog licking its owner. I was pushed towards the wall, and she was sucking me. At the same time, I was mapping her huge bums. I stopped her and, in one go, removed her netted saree, and she was in her lehenga and blouse, while she tore off my shirt and removed my jeans. I was there, standing with my toned athletic body, with my dream girl inviting me like a whore. I pulled her towards me and again started to kiss. And while doing that, my hand from behind directly went over her asshole and started to slowly insert my finger into the uncharted territory. Her asshole was tight, and when I tried to push my finger further in, she felt the pain and stopped me. I removed my finger and licked it in front of her while winking at her. Then I decided to move to the next step and pushed her head down. And while kneeling, her face was right at my crotch. She sniffed the underwear, which I had been wearing for the past 2 days (I didn’t have a spare, so I wore it inside out). And she felt the strong aroma.