Favorite Lollypop

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IN PICS: SHIKHA | CONTRIBUTED BY: SIKHA GARG (TELEGRAM)
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Author’s Note: This story is fictionalized, based on real life experiences shared by Shikha, the requester of the story. The incidents in her story happened when she was a minor, but I do not write about illegal under-age sex, so have made her an adult in the story. That makes her ridiculously ignorant, a creative license I had to take

A seemingly innocent and playful pillow fight soon escalated with Shikha in Deep’s arms, their eyes locked, tension and passion rising to the surface as his lips settled on hers.

Her hands roamed his body, exploring the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, the strength that lay just beneath his skin. His muscles tensed under her touch, and he groaned as she traced the outline of his erection through his boxers.

Deep’s hands found the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion, exposing her smooth, creamy skin and her lace-covered breasts. He leaned down, showering kisses and licks the exposed parts of her breasts, his fingers caressing her nipples over the soft lace fabric of her bra.

“Oh God, Deep, yes,” she moaned, her hands fumbling with his boxers, freeing his erection. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head.

Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra, kissing her shoulders as he pulled it off her.

Deep’s hand slid down her body, disappearing inside her leggings and panties. He groaned against her breast when he found her wet and ready. 

“Deep!” She gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper, as his fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Her hips bucked against his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction. 

Deep slipped a finger inside her, his thumb working her clit in tight, fast circles. His cock was rock hard in her hands as she continued to stroke him.

His lips found her hard and erect nipple, sucking and nipping, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his mouth.

Shikha could feel the heat radiating off of him, his body tense and ready. She knew he was as desperate for her as she was for him. He removed his hand from her leggings and panties, leaving her whimpering in protest till he pushed her back and slid her leggings and panties off her.

She was now completely naked, her body glistening with sweat, her skin flushed with desire. As he climbed over her, kissing her passionately, she guided his hardness to her opening.

“Please,” she said, “don’t insist on a condom today. We are going to be married next month and I want to feel you inside me even after you are no longer in me.” Shikha whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

He didn’t protest. His eyes admiring his lovely future wife, he pushed forward, entering her. Both moaned in shared pleasure as he filled her.

Deep began to move slowly, each thrust deliberate and deep, drawing out a long, low moan from Shikha. She wrapped her legs around him, tilting her hips to take him deeper. His hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he thrust into her, his hips slapping against hers with each movement. Shikha met his thrusts with her own, her body moving in sync with his. Her nails dug into his back, dragging down his skin, leaving red welts in their wake.

Deep laced his fingers with hers, pinning her hands above her head, his body covering hers completely. He was moving in and out of her in a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against hers, his cock hitting her deepest point with each thrust.

“Fuck yeah!” she moaned, “harder, Deep, harder” Shikha muttered, her breath ragged as her body inched closer and closer to an orgasm.

Deep groaned, his body tensing as he gave her what she asked for, his thrusts becoming faster, more intense. Shikha’s body was slick with sweat, her hair sticking to her skin, her eyes half-closed as she lost herself in the sensation of Deep inside her. She could feel her orgasm building, like a wave about to crash, and she was desperate for the release.

He wanted to make this last, but Shikha’s pussy was clamping down on him, her inner walls pulsing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close, and he was right there with her.

“Deep…fuck…I’m so close,” she panted, her eyes locked onto his. “Please…don’t stop…”

Deep’s thrusts became erratic, his body tensing as his release approached. He shifted his hips, changing the angle, and Shikha cried out, her body convulsing as he hit that sweet spot inside her.

“Right there, fuck, don’t stop!” she begged, her nails digging into his back.

Deep growled, his control snapping as he felt her climax begin. He pounded into her, his cock throbbing with the need to release. 

Shikha’s orgasm slammed into her, her vision blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed, her body shaking violently.

His scream followed moments later, as he released deep inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. He pumped into her a few more times, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm, before collapsing on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths ragged.

As they came down from their high, the two kissed and caressed each others’ sweat soaked bodies, a smile of pure contentment on their faces.

Eventually, Deep rolled off of Shikha, but kept his arm around her, pulling her close to his side. They lay in silence for a moment, their hearts still pounding from the intense lovemaking.

“This month is going to be the longest month of my life,” he said kissing Shikha’s forehead, “I can’t wait to get married and make you mine forever.” Shikha smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest.

She was silent for a moment, thinking back to when they first met. Back then, her motive for dating a cop and even saying yes when he proposed was to find the most important person in her life. But Deep loved her and getting into a marriage without knowing the truth wasn’t fair to him.

“Deep, there’s something I need to tell you. Before we get married,” she said.

He propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at her. “Not again, Shikha” he said, “I have told you many times, I am not interested in your past. I don’t care how ugly it’s been or who you have been with. What matters is that you love me and I love you.”

“I get that,” she said taking a deep breath, her eyes searching his, “but think about it from my perspective for a moment na…it’s a weight I have been carrying and I need to get it off my chest.” Deep sighed, but he could see the determination in her eyes. “Alright, Shikha. I will listen on one condition. After today, we don’t talk about it ever again, ok?”

“Deal,” she said smiling at him, before resting her head on his chest. She took a deep breath, and started her story

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Kishan’s Life Saving Entry Into Shikha’s Life

Garg House, as it was called, was a vulgar and in your face symbol of wealth, opulence and lavishness. It reeked of upper-class arrogance. It often played host to parties that were attended by the who-is-who of the country and many celebrities around the world. 

When they were not hosting guests at their beach mansion, the Gargs were jet-setting off for vacations in different parts of the world, attending charity galas or making appearance at the most elite of page 3 events. They were everywhere except where they were most needed. 

Shikha got to see little of her parents through her growing up years. She had the most expensive toys and a wardrobe bigger than many bedrooms. What she didn’t have was what she craved the most, her parents’ time and love.

She would probably have died a week before her 5th birthday, if it wasn’t for a stranger — a 35-year-old construction worker, working on the upkeep of the mansion’s sprawling lawns and gardens. Kishan was related to one of the Garg’s garners and was there because they needed extra hands ahead of that weekend’s party to celebrate Shikha’s 5th birthday.

She had been playing under a tree in the garden. As the sea-breeze escalated into a pre-monsoon gust, a heavy branch of tree suddenly snapped. Reacting quickly, Kishan had put his body on the line, taking the weight of the heavy branch, shielding the fragile toddler from a serious injury if not death.

When the news of the near escape reached her parents, they were beyond relieved.  Aryan, the businessman thanked the young man in the only way he knew — offering him money.

When Kishan refused to take the money, Aryan offered him a job — to be Shikha’s caretaker.  He wanted someone he could trust to be with his daughter when he and Maya couldn’t. Kishan readily accepted. He didn’t have any kids. His own wife had left him a year ago, running away with the chauffeur of some big shot celebrity because he made three times what Kishan brought home from his construction job.

Kishan had always wanted kids and put his heart and soul into caring for Shikha. He taught her, played with her, and was always there for her. He became more than just a caretaker, he became her surrogate father.

Aryan and Maya paid him a decent sum — what they deemed appropriate for hired domestic help. But they rarely saw him or Shikha, spending most of their time traveling or entertaining their high society friends at lavish parties. They left Kishan to care for their daughter, and he did so with a deep sense of responsibility and love.

Kishan learned soon enough that the rich can be fickle. Mistakes were not tolerated and words were not minced. No language was too foul when admonishing the hired help.  Shikha had once heard her father yell at Kishan, “You worthless piece of shit! Look at the mess you’ve made of the fucking garden! I pay you to take care of my daughter and my goddamn house, not to turn them into shitholes!”

Kishan had stood there silently, his head bowed, the weight of Aryan’s words heavy on his shoulders. He was a man used to hard labor, but this was different. He was responsible for Shikha, and he took that responsibility seriously. His heart ached for the little girl who didn’t deserve to witness or hear the cruelty with which her parents treated those of a lower social standing.

Years passed, and Kishan saw Shikha blossom into an intelligent and compassionate young woman.  She treated him like he was her world. To her, he was Kishu Uncle, her best friend, her buddy, her coach, her guide, her confidante.  He was her rock, her safe haven.

He held her when she cried his sweaty arms and dirty clothes feeling like a healing sanctuary. He played with her everyday, teaching her right from wrong along the way.

It was his values that shaped her moral compass. She could talk to him about anything, and he would understand without judgment. He was her family, in the truest sense of the word.

She loved Kishan dearly, and she knew he loved her just as much, maybe even more. He was always there for her when her parents weren’t. And yet, on her most special days, it was Kishan that wasn’t invited.

Coincidently, the two were born on the same day, 30 years apart, but while her birthdays were celebrated in grandeur, his were never even acknowledged. She had argued her heart out have him at her 18th at least. She needed her best friend there. But Aryan wouldn’t have any of it. A Gargs party was no place for lowly hired help.

Shikha had cried her heart out. Her dad’s response was predictable. He tried to placate his heartbroken daughter by giving her a generous ‘fashion allowance’. She had used the first month’s allowance to buy a multi-thousand dollar dress that she never wore. She hated it because it reeked of her parents’ double standards. 

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Best Friends

The Garg Beach Mansion was alive with the rhythm of pulsating music and the chatter of revelry. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of gourmet cuisine and the sweet scent of exotic blooms that adorned the grounds. The mansion was a vision of opulence, a testament to Aryan Garg’s relentless ambition and boundless wealth.

The Gargs were regaling guests with stories of their exotic travels when the door burst open and Shikha breezed in like a mini hurricane. Returning from college, she was eager to get to Kishu Uncle’s place to see what progress he had made on their little project. 

Ignoring her parents’ calls for her to join the party, she ran up the stairs. Humming a tune, she waltzed into her bedroom and tossed her backpack on the bed. Freeing her flowing long black hair from the ponytail, she posed in front of the full-length mirror. 

“Hello gorgeous,” she said to her reflection, blowing it a kiss before starting to unbutton her shirt. She kept humming the tune and moving to the beat of the song as she removed and tossed her shirt on the bed. Her skirt followed.

“Look at you,” she said posing seductively in front of the mirror, “all sweaty and grimy. Don’t you just hate summer?” As she was saying this, she grabbed her phone and clicked a few selfies, pouting and smiling for the camera.

Unhooking her bra, she continued to click selfies in various stages of getting topless. After stripping off her panties, she took a few close-up selfies of her naturally bald pussy before turning around.

Bending forward, she spread her butt cheeks and clicked a few selfies of her butt hole through the mirror.

She had started taking these selfies as her body started filling out, telling herself she was just documenting the changes in herself — even she knew that was a lie.

She loved how she looked now (no longer the skinny girl to be laughed at). Her breasts had turned into magnets that the guys in class couldn’t take their eyes off, and she reveled in the attention she drew from the guys.

These steamy pics that bared it all were not meant for anyone to see though. It was just her naughty and playful self, surfacing as her body filled out and hormones made her increasingly aware of her sexuality.

‘If only the guys saw these pics,’ she thought with a giggle. She tossed her cell phone on the bed and headed to the shower.

Warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the remnants of the day’s activities and leaving her skin feeling refreshed and invigorated.

She washed her hair and lathered up her body, her hands lingering on her breasts and between her legs. The sensations she felt when she touched herself scared her. She was new to these sensations and a part of her felt scared to face them.

Drying herself, she opened her ‘secret drawer’ — the one that housed her collection of the sexiest and most revealing lingerie and outfits she could find. That had become her indulgence since her fashion allowance started. Thankfully, she had always enjoyed privacy and was responsible for the upkeep of her room. Her parents never invaded her space, nor were the hired help allowed to. If mom saw what was in her secret drawer, she would blow a gasket. Shikha chuckled at the thought.

As for dad — all he would see was a line item on his credit card report. He never cared what she spent money on. He was hardly ever around, compensating for his absence by showering her with gifts, turning a blind eye to anything and everything she did. 

She picked out her favorite — a pair of absolutely transparent g-string panties and matching bra that left nothing to the imagination. Visiting her favorite person called for her favorite in clothing right?

She slipped into low rise shorts and an off-shoulder top. Drying her hair, she brushed it hurriedly, he smiled at her reflection, blew herself a kiss, grabbed her phone and waltzed out of her bedroom and down the stairs in a run.

Mom tried to stop her as she headed to the door. “Spend some time with the guests na beta,” she said, holding on to a wine glass, dressed in a figure-hugging party dress that highlighted a figure that girls half her age would envy.

Shikha frowned. Mom and dad both knew how she felt about these parties. She felt alone in a crowd, hating the fake smiles and small talk, “I am going to Kishu Uncle’s mom,” she said making a face, “we are working on an airplane model and I can’t be late.”

“Ok beta,” he mom said sighing. There was no point arguing with her. She would do what she wanted to do anyway. Complaining to Aryan was no good either because he would always take Shikha’s side. “But don’t be late, ok?”

“Ok mom, love you,” she said hugging her mom and kissing her cheek.

“Love you beta,” Maya called out to her daughter, who was already flying out the door.

She sighed and turned back to her guests. “Kids, right?” she said, laughing and shaking her head. The other women around her tittered in agreement, their own offspring safely tucked away at boarding schools or with nannies.

Shikha made her way through the gardens, her pace quickening as she neared the small thatched hut on the Garg campus that Kishan called home. The loud music and laughter of the party faded into the background as she approached, replaced by the sound of the placid ocean waves gently lapping against the shore.

As she approached, she could hear the whirring sound of tools — sounds she found as comforting as the sounds of the waves. She jogged the last few steps, threw the door open and ran to Kishan, who was bent over a desk, working on the air plane model.

Turning around at the sound of the door opening, his face lit up with a broad smile as he saw Shikha flying to him. He dropped the tools in his hands just in time as she lunged at him.

“Slow down, beta,” she said laughing, holding her as she threw her arms around him, “you will fall and hurt yourself.”

Giggling, she kissed him on the cheek totally oblivious to his dirty clothes or the river of sweat flowing down his face. This was her home, this is where she felt safe, this was her family.

“How are you Kishu Uncle? Missed me? How far has the project come? When will it fly? When can I play with it? Where’s my treat?”

He laughed at the barrage of questions she flung at him, not taking a breath or waiting for him to answer. Her ‘treat’ was a lollypop, she expected every time she visited him.

On her 18th birthday, his 48th, she had got him a radio as a birthday gift, knowing her loved Bollywood music. He couldn’t help tearing up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the only thing he had — a lollypop he had got from a nearby shop. She had claimed it was the best gift she got that day, and it became a tradition for her to get a lollypop whenever she visited him.

She knew he couldn’t afford much, but she didn’t care. To her, his love and affection were worth more than any gift money could buy. Looking at her, his chest swelled at how she had grown into a fine and beautiful young lady. His little girl had grown up. Soon she would be dating boys her age and eventually get married and move out.

Reaching into his pocket, Kishan pulled out and gave her the lollypop, which she promptly stuck in her mouth, sucking on it eagerly. 

“So, how’s the project coming along?” she asked, resting an elbow on his shoulder the way a buddy would and bending over his desk thoughtfully. 

“Made a few additions since yesterday,” he said showing her how the airplane was coming along. It was to be her 19th birthday gift from him.

Shikha nodded, her eyes glued to the intricate work he was doing on the model. She was fascinated. “Looks great Kishu Uncle.” She said, her voice filled with admiration, “so when will it fly?”

He laughed, “You know damn well that wooden toy planes don’t fly, so stop pulling my leg.” He said ruffling her hair affectionately.

Shikha giggled, letting him ruffle her hair like he used to do when she was a kid. “You’re no fun Kishu Uncle. I thought you were going to tell me it’ll fly with the sheer force of my awesomeness.”

Kishan chuckled, “Sorry to burst your bubble, beta. But I promise you, this will be the best damn wooden plane you’ve ever seen. So do you want to help me or just talk?”

“Of course I want to help,” she said pouting, “I had to cancel 50 appointments to be here you know.”

The two laughed and got around to working on the model. As they worked, she talked non-stop giving him every detail of her day, including the glances she got from the guys, one of whom had managed to muster the courage to ask her out to a movie, only to be laughed away.

“You know better than to hurt feelings like that, Shika,” Kishan admonished, “you don’t have to say yes, but you don’t have to be rude about saying no. People have feelings and rudeness hurts.”

“Sorry Uncle,” Shikha said, biting her lip, “I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just so nervous that he would ask again and I didn’t know how to say no.”

Kishan patted her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, beta. You’re still learning. And I’m here to help you navigate these waters. That’s what I’m here for.”

Shikha smiled at him, grateful for his understanding. He was the only person who didn’t treat her like a delicate, fragile doll or gloss over her flaws. He saw her as she was, with all her flaws and imperfections, corrected her when she was wrong — not that it did much good — but loved her unconditionally.

As they worked on the model, the sun began to set. They took a break to stretch their backs and legs and walked on the beach together. They were walking back to the hut when her phone rang — mom.

“The party must have ended,” she said, “they finally remembered they have a daughter.”

“Don’t be like that beta,” Kishan said, “they are your parents, and they love you. They just have a different way of showing it.”

“Bullshit,” she cursed, “they wouldn’t know if I fucking ran away till the college called.”

“Language Shikha,” Kishan said, his voice stern, knowing fully well, there was no fixing her foul mouth. That was part of her personality and nothing would change it.

She bit her tongue again, “sorry,” she said, “but I just feel like they don’t care. They’re too busy with their own lives and they don’t even notice when I’m not around.”

He phone stopped ringing, showing a missed call.

“Maybe they’re too caught up in their own lives because they’re trying to provide you with the best life they can,” Kishan said, his tone softer, “but that doesn’t change the fact that they love you. And you love them, right?”

Shikha sighed, “I do, I really do. I just wish they would show it more.”

Kishan nodded, “I know, beta. But cut them some slack ok? And don’t be disrespectful, call your mom back. Now.”

She pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear. “Hey Mom,” she said, her voice sweet and innocent, hiding the turmoil inside.

“Beta, where are you? Your father and I have been looking all over for you.”

Shikha rolled her eyes. “I told you I was going to at Kishu Uncle’s, Mom.” she said rolling her eyes, “Remember I said we were going to be working on the airplane model.”

“Oh, right. Well, come home now. Your father and I want to spend some time with you.”

Shikha sighed. “Fine, Mom.” she huffed as she disconnected the call. 

“Run along now,” Kishan said, “I know they are going out of town. Go spend some time with them.”

She flung herself at him again and kissed his cheek, before offering him her cheek to kiss.

“See you tomorrow,” she said after he kissed her cheek and ruffled her hair again. Hurricane Shikha was already running home waving at him by the time he raised his hand to wave back at her.

He watched her run, lovingly, and turned towards his hut only when she flung the back door to their mansion open and disappeared inside.

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The Senior Gargs

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. Garg House was coming to life too with sounds of vacuum, servants working, utensils clattering in the kitchen, as breakfast was prepared.

But all that was downstairs. Only two of the five bedrooms on the upper level had occupants.

One was Shikha’s and the other the master bedroom that Aryan and Maya shared.  

Shikha had always been a sleepy head, who struggled to wake up before 9 am. Her parents on the other hand were both early risers. Dad usually left for work by 8 am and mom left home soon after going wherever her social circle was meeting that day.

Aryan had just stepped out of the shower and had started dressing up for work when Maya walked in with his morning chai. Setting the cup on the night stand, he pulled his wife close, kissing her mouth passionately.

“That was quite a show you put on yesterday Maya,” he said breaking the kiss but still holding his wife close, “James couldn’t take his eyes off you.” James was the country head of a UK based company that the Gargs were about to sign a deal with, “if he could, he would have stuck it into you right there in the party.”

“Maya blushed,” mock slapping her husband, “I know, you told me last night as well, before showing me just how much that turned you on. Twice!”

Before their marriage, Maya was a struggling model that Aryan had taken a fancy to. A weekend of unprotected sex resulted in missed periods before they two got married.

Even at this age, Maya had maintained her figure and knew she was a head-turner. She also knew how important yesterday’s party was for her husband and had gone the extra mile to flaunt her assets in a revealing party dress.

Remembering last night had Aryan’s cock stirring in the towel he had wrapped around himself. She felt it against her leg and tried pushing him away.

“Stop it,” she said, only half serious, “not going to office today?”

“I can afford to be an hour or two late,” he said sliding her sleeveless night gown off her shoulder, “a quicky or two never hurt anyone.”

She knew better than to protest. He would take what he wanted and right now, it was her nipple, that he was sucking on. His free hand lifted her gown and a finger entered her pussy — she usually didn’t wear underwear at home.

Her nipple hardened under his tongue, her pussy clenched around his invading finger. He felt her moan against his mouth, her breath hot and ragged.

“You knew exactly what you were doing last night, didn’t you? You wanted all those men to look at you. To want you.”

“Can you blame me?” she said sliding out of the gown that Aryan was peeling off her body, “I know how it turns you on.”

They were soon naked and in bed, Aryan’s hard cock pounding hard and deep in her depths.

Maya was bucking her hips to meet his thrusts, her eyes closed, her head thrown back in a silent scream of pleasure.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, slapping against each other with the force of his fucking. Aryan’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, as he held her steady for his relentless assault.

Getting out of bed once he was spent, he got ready for work, kissed his naked wife, still gasping in bed and headed out the door. She had to finish the job, using her fingers to give herself an orgasm.

Next door Shikha slept totally unaware. All the sounds from their bedroom doing nothing to wake her up. They could bring the house down, but she wouldn’t wake up. That’s just how she was.

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The First Lesson

She had a frown on her face as she entered Kishan’s hut. Hurricane Shikha had simmered down to a gentle breeze today.

“What’s the matter?” Kishan asked his voice hiding the concern he felt. This wasn’t her. Something was on her mind.

“Nothing,” she said trying to dismiss her thoughts.

“Out with it,” he said straightening up, “you know you will tell me eventually. You can’t digest a thought without sharing it even if your life depended on it.”

“It’s just…” she started and stopped, “it’s nothing really.”

Kishan stood silently till she lifted her head to face him, his eyes probing hers for answers. She looked at him, averted his eyes and looked down again.

“Shikha…” he said, his voice firm, but warmth in his tone.

Slowly, she looked up at him, her eyes pleading him for understanding.

“I saw my mom and dad kissing,” she blurted out, her eyes downcast.

Kishan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “You did? When? Where?”

“Today. In the morning,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I woke up early and saw them in their bedroom. They were kissing like…I don’t know, it was different.”

She looked at him, searching his face for answers. When he stayed silent, she continued…

And then, as I was leaving class, I heard sounds from under the staircase and saw two of my friends kissing… just like dad and mom were.”

She looked up at Kishan, her eyes wide and innocent. “But it didn’t look like they were just kissing, you know? It looked like they were…” she hesitated, searching for the right words.

Kishan smiled. Nearly 19 years old, and clueless about the real world, “that’s how people who love each other kiss Shikha.” he said.

“But why do they have to hold each other like that? Isn’t kissing on the cheek good enough?” Shikha asked.

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back against the wall, fiddling with some of the tools lying on the floor. Kishan sighed, running a hand through his hair. This was going to be a tricky conversation.  She was an adult now, and she had every right to understand the ways of the world.

“Kissing on the cheek is a show of affection, Shikha,” he said, his voice gentle, “this is different. This type of kissing is how adults who love each other express their love. I know it’s a different kind of kissing, but it’s also different kind of feeling and a different kind of relationship, right?

“So, you are telling me,” she said, her forehead creased as she got off the floor and walked next to him thoughtfully, “that you don’t love me? You are confusing me Uncle.”

“Where did you get that idea?” He said, taken aback by the outlandish conclusions she was drawing.

“You are what going to be 49?” she said pointing at him and he nodded, “I am about to turn 19. Makes both of us adults, and yet you kiss me on the cheeks. Means you don’t love me right?”

There was no reasoning with her. However much Kishan tried to tell her that it was inappropriate for her to be asking him to kiss her like that, she was adamant that refusing to kiss her meant that he didn’t love her.

All his begging an pleading was to no avail. She refused to budge till he proved to her that he loved her.

He kissed her lips — just a peck hoping she would back away. But she said that’s not how dad was kissing mom and not how her friends were kissing. If he really loved her, he would kiss her like a man who loves a woman kisses her. The next kiss would tell her just how much he loved her, she said, giving him an ultimatum.

He couldn’t help the stirring in his pants when their lips met and his tongue entered her mouth

“WOW!” she gushed when they finally broke the kiss, “that was awesome Uncle!” If he thought that would be the end of it, he was mistaken.

“Again Uncle,” he said excited. He was rock hard by the time she was content with the five minutes they kissed, passionately, hungrily, devouring each others’ saliva.

When she left, all happy and excited for having learned how to kiss, he was in turmoil.

Technically, they weren’t biologically related. She was a beautiful young woman and he had been devoid of a woman’s presence in his life since his wife left him all those years ago.

While he had raised Shikha like the daughter he didn’t have, there’s so much a man’s conscience can fight his morals.

Since that day, she insisted on them kissing like that every day. Five minutes became ten. Ten became fifteen and then twenty minutes of intense passionate kissing that would leave him rock hard.

She would leave him with aching balls by the time she was content with that day’s ‘lesson’ and waltzed off totally unaware of the torture he was going through — both physical and emotional.

He had no choice but to relieve the tension in his balls after she left and he couldn’t help imagining her when he jerked off.

He felt ashamed of the feelings of lust he was feeling for her body but couldn’t help it. She was like a drug he couldn’t have enough of.

She was soon an expert kisser, just her tongue enough to shred any man to pieces.

One day she watched her friends’ hands exploring each others’ bodies and the learning progressed to the next level as Kishan’s hands explored and caressed her curves, sending electric shockwaves through her body.

She noticed his erection one day and instincts took over. While they kissed and his hands were all over her body, she reached between his legs and started stroking him. He had to jerk off three times that day thinking about Shikha before the pain in his balls subsided.

---

She woke up from the very first wet dream of her life. While she couldn’t remember the details, her panties were soaked and she was sweating profusely. Early morning sunlight was streaming in through her bedroom window. Groaning, she tried to go back to sleep, but just kept tossing and turning.

She heard the distant hum of a vacuum and sounds of utensils in the kitchen downstairs. Cursing out loud, she and sat up in bed. There was no point trying to sleep with all this noise. That’s when she heard it — a distinct moan. Mom?

Suddenly worried, she got out of bed. Fearing an intruder, she slowly opened her bedroom door and peered out. The upper floor looked empty. Only her parents’ bedroom door stood open. Her heart thudding, she slowly tiptoed in that direction.

Peeping into her parents’ bedroom, she almost gasped out loud. Her mom was lying in bed, body was drenched in sweat, eyes were closed. A couple of her fingers were moving in and out of her pussy. Then she started shaking and screamed out loud, shaking uncontrollably.

Stunned, Shikha quietly tiptoed back to her own room. She sat in bed, thinking. She wasn’t sure if mom was torturing herself or if she was enjoying what she was doing.

She remembered the weird sensations she felt every time her hands rubbed against her pussy while showering. Deciding to find out, she stripped naked and started fingering her pussy.

The sensations she felt scared her. She didn’t know what she was doing. Asking mom would be useless. She decided to ask Kishu Uncle when she met him that evening.

Every passing day, every passing week was increasing Kishan’s torture and stripping away his morality. He couldn’t help watching Shikha as she walked on the beach. For the first time he noticed how sexy she looked in her bikini and sarong, how gracefully her body moved, how she had curves in all the right places.

He was aware how forbidden and taboo his feelings were towards the girl he thought of as a daughter. And yet, he knew that, if he didn’t quit his job and leave, he would eventually succumb to his lust. He had decided to quit that day when Shikha took the decision out of his hands.

After they had kissed the way they were used to, with Kishan’s balls already aching, she dropped the bombshell.

When she narrated what she had seen mom doing, he asked if she was clothed or naked.

When Shikha said she was stark naked, he tried to imagine Mrs Garg but couldn’t.

Before he could respond, she went on to tell him how she had tried to do what mom was doing and chickened out.

She then asked him to show her how to do it right. Doing it right meant Shikha would be naked before him and he didn’t trust himself around her naked body. He could walk away and quit right now… or…

Before long, Shikha was topless, dressed only in her sheer panties. His mouth was wrapped around her nipples, sucking them hungrily. His hand was inside her panties, caressing her clit.

She was dripping wet and moaning as he drover her closer and closer to the very first orgasm of her life.

“Uncle!” she gasped, clutching his t-shirt as a shudder went through her body.

“How does it feel beta?” he asked, “hurts?”

“No Kishu uncle,” she moaned, “feels different…good different. Don’t stop Uncle.”

“You try it Shikha,” he said, “after all, you wanted to learn how to do it right, no?”

“Can I remove my panties?” she asked, “mom was naked.”

“Here, let me help you,” he said pulling her panties off.

Fully naked, she lay back on his bed, eyes closed, fingering her pussy. Watching her masturbate naked in his bed, he couldn’t help taking his erection out and starting to stroke it.

He covered up when her orgasm hit. He let her ride the wave, watching her with a mixture of love and lust.

“Wow! Uncle,” she finally gushed opening her eyes, “that was awesome.”

Then her eyes went to where his erection was struggling against his pants.

“What’s that Uncle?”

“That’s a special lollypop beta,” he said, “it came because you looked so beautiful doing that, Shikha,”

“Can I taste that lollypop Uncle?”

“You really want to suck my lollypop Shikha?” She nodded, reaching for his pants and pulled them down. His erection sprang up.

“That’s so big Uncle,” she said caressing his hardness.

The next thing he knew, his cock was in her mouth and she was sucking him. Reaching between her legs, he starting rubbing her clit again and within minutes, she came again, shaking violently.

Once her orgasm passed, she pushed him on his back, pulled his pants down. He took his t-shirt off.

Once he too was naked, she was sucking him again.

“Like your new lollypop Shikha?” he asked moaning.

“My new favorite gift Uncle,” she said grinning at him before going down on him again.

“God Shikha,” he groaned, “it feels so good.”

She managed to mumble, unable to speak with his hardness in her mouth.

Within a couple minutes, he erupted, shooting his load in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and kept sucking him till he started going limp in her mouth.

“Yummy,” she said licking her lips once he pulled out of her mouth, “you better give me this lollypop everyday from now on.” She added as he started putting on his pants.

---

Her 19th birthday was just a couple days away. Since they had started kissing and their sexual relationship progressed, the airplane model project had stayed.

“I am sorry beta,” Kishan said, looking at Shikha sadly, “it’s completely my fault. I should have worked on the model.”

“It’s ok Uncle,” she said, “you have given me so much in the last few months. “You have taught me so much about being an adult, that’s better than any birthday gift you could have given me.” She added throwing her arms around her favorite person in the world, pressing her lips against his and sliding her tongue in his mouth.

He couldn’t help responding to her kiss as her hand reached between his pants and started stroking him.

“Shikha,” he said finally when they broke the kiss.

“I want my treat,” she said sliding her hand inside his pants.

“You know the rules Shikha,” he said taking her hands off his erection, “you have to earn your treat.”

“I know,” she said starting to strip as she headed to his bed, “come take your treat because I want mine.”

“The sweetest treat in the world,” he said taking her pussy in his mouth.

His fingers had been replaced by his mouth in less than a month and he loved it when she came in his mouth. She too loved his mouth and tongue over his fingers. He would eat her to at least a couple orgasms before offering her his special lollypop to suck.

“Uncle!” she gasped, clutching at his hair and pulling his mouth into her, “it’s about to happen Uncle.”

“Come for me beta,” he moaned into her pussy, “feed me your sweet honey.”

“Unclllleee,” she screamed clutching his hair and pulling him into her, as her orgasm hit.

He kept devouring her till her orgasm passed and she collapsed on the bed panting.

“Maza aya Uncle,” she said finally as he let go of her pussy and licked his lips, “that was so awesome!”

“Want to taste the sweetest honey beta?” He asked crawling up her naked body, kissing her as he made her way to her mouth.

He kissed her, letting her taste herself mixed with his saliva.

“Sweetest honey ever right?” he asked when they broke the kiss

“Maybe, I don’t know” she said, “I like my treat better and want it now.”

“But I am still hungry beta,” he said, “feed me some more of your sweet honey na.”

“Later Uncle, promise,” she said pouting, “you can have much as you want after I have my treat.”

She reached down and grasped his cock, stroking it slowly. “My favorite lollypop!” she said, her eyes gleaming with lust and mischief.

Kishan groaned, his cock throbbing in her hand. “Yes, beta,” he said, “it’s all yours.”

Shikha smiled, her grip tightening on his cock as she began to move her hand up and down, her thumb circling the head, smearing the pre-cum that was leaking out.

He watched her lovingly lick his precum before his cock disappeared in her mouth. He groaned as she took him in, her mouth hot, wet and eager.

He felt her moan around his cock as she started moving her head up and down, taking him deeper into her mouth with each stroke.

She was a natural, her enthusiasm making up for her lack of experience. She hadn’t sucked cock before, but she was learning fast.  Her hand was cupping his balls, squeezing gently as she moved her head up and down. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She could feel him getting harder, thicker in her mouth. She loved the power she had over him, loved the feel of him in her mouth.

“I am going to come beta,” he groaned, “ready for your treat?” Shikha nodded and took him deep into her mouth, her lips pressing against his pubic bone.

She sucked hard, her jaw working as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him as deep as she could.

He groaned and his back arched as she took him over the edge.  His cock throbbed in her mouth and he came hard, shooting his load down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her throat working as she sucked him dry.

When he finally softened, she let his cock slip from her mouth with a pop and licked her lips. “As yummy as ever, my favorite treat,” she said, grinning up at him.

“Damn, beta,” he panted, “you’re getting really good at that.”

“I have the best teacher,” she said kissing him.

“Want to learn a new way of feeding me your honey beta?” He asked.

Shikha’s eyes widened with curiosity and excitement. “What is it?” she asked, biting her lower lip, “Show me Uncle.”

“Come up here and sit on my face, beta.”

Kishan said, his voice thick with desire. Shikha’s eyes widened in surprise. She climbed up on the bed and straddled his face, her pussy hovering over his hungry mouth.

“Like this Uncle?” her asked, her pussy hovering by his mouth.

“Yes, exactly like that beta,” Kishan replied, “that way, when you come, every drop of your sweet honey will flow in my mouth.”

“Nice,” she said as Kishan grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his mouth.

His tongue lapped at her folds, tasting her sweet honey. He licked and sucked on her clit, making her moan and grind against his face. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she cried out, her fingers digging into his chest.

He was devouring her, his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh, his lips sucking and nipping. She could feel her juices flowing, her pussy clenching with need.

“Oh god, Uncle,” she moaned, “that feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I am so close Uncle, your honey is about to start flowing.”

She was grinding her pussy against his mouth, his tongue lapping at her folds, his lips sucking and nipping at her clit.

He spread her cheeks with his hands, his tongue delving deeper, exploring her most intimate areas. He found her tight little asshole and licked it, making her moan loudly.

“Oh god, Uncle, that feels so good,” she moaned, her body trembling as he explored her forbidden hole with his tongue. “Ready for your treat Uncle? It’s about to flow!!!”

She gasped, her hips bucking wildly against his face as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Kishan held onto her hips, lapping up every drop of her sweet honey, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice of her most intimate place. He ate her to yet another orgasm before she collapsed next to him, completely exhausted.

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The grandfather clock in the living room started going off at the midnight hour as Maya made her way to the bedroom after overseeing the preparations for Shikha’s 19th birthday party.

As she walked past Shikha’s closed bedroom door, she had no idea her daughter was laying in bed, masturbating. She smiled at the closed door thinking how quickly she seemed to have grown into a beautiful young woman. As Maya headed to the master bedroom, her memories went back to her own modeling days and how Aryan had noticed her on the ramp one day, asked her to join him at his beach mansion, how she had meekly accepted the invitation.

What had followed was a weekend of relentless fucking without protection, in his bedroom by day and on the beach at night. Maya had missed her periods, tests had confirmed that she was pregnant and the two had got married. All that was so long ago, and still felt like yesterday. Aryan had lost none of his libido in all these years, still taking her at will, often more than once a day.

“Remember the weekend when we made Shikha,” Aryan asked, clearly nostalgic himself and reliving the past, just the way she had been on her way to the bedroom.

“Like it was yesterday,” Maya replied smiling as she slid into bed next to her husband, “in fact, I was remembering that on the way here.”

“What say we recreate some of that magic tonight?” Aryan said, sliding his wife’s nighty aside and wrapping his mouth around her nipple.

Maya merely moaned. She was exhausted, but knew better than to protest. Aryan would take what he wanted. He always did.

Next door, Shikha had just cum and cleaned up in the bathroom before getting in bed.

She hadn’t got Kishu Uncle a birthday present yet. Nothing had felt adequate for the most special person in her life. She would solve that problem tomorrow, she though as she got comfortable under the sheets.

Moans and grunts made her sit upright in bed. By now, she recognized these sounds. Tonight though, it wasn’t just her mom’s moans she was hearing. She could hear her dad grunting too.

Curious, she quietly opened her bedroom door and tiptoed to her parents’ bedroom. Why they didn’t bother to close the bedroom door was beyond her, but if they did, she wouldn’t have noticed her mom masturbating, wouldn’t have asked Kishu Uncle about it and none of the past few months fun would have happened.

Her dad was on top, his lollypop inside mom’s honeypot, moving in and out vigorously.

“Harder Aryan,” she heard her mom moan, “yes Aryan yes, harder.”

She watched fascinated as her dad picked up the tempo, grunting with every thrust. He was soon moving like a steam engine, barreling into mom.

“Oh God Aryan,” Maya groaned, “I am cumming Aryan.”

Shikha watched her mom’s toes curl and body begin to shake as her orgasm hit. Dad kept moving in and out of her furiously, making mom’s orgasm last well over two minutes.

Just as mom’s body stopped shaking, Aryan roared, his back arched and he stiffened, his body jerking in spasms as he emptied his treat inside mom.

Shikha had a wicked grin on her face as she tiptoed back to her room. She had found the perfect birthday present for Uncle Kishu.

The birthday party was as obscene as any, full of fake strangers, fake smiles, fake celebrations. Shikha was used to enduring it all and put up an appearance like she always did. Her mind was restless though, waiting for this obscenity to be over so she could rush to Kishu Uncle’s place to give him the most special birthday gift.

It was way past sunset when the guests started leaving one by one.

“Don’t wait for me for dinner mom,” Shikha said as she headed for the door, “Kishu Uncle is cooking a birthday dinner for me. And don’t wait for me, I am going to see of the airplane he made flies. May be late getting back so don’t bother messaging and asking where I am. I will get back when I get back.”

“But beta,” her mom tried to protest.

“Let her go have fun,” Aryan said interrupting his wife before whispering in her ear, “we can have some different kind of fun too.”

“And don’t forget where I will be ma, like you always do,” Shikha shouted from the open back door. With that, she was out of the house, running across the beach towards Kishan’s hut.

“Happy Birthday Kishu Uncle!!!!” She shouted flinging the door of his hut open and flying through it.

Kishan smiled a sad smile as he stood up and turned, watching her rush towards him moments before she flung herself at him. He caught her as she latched on to him, losing his balance in the process and falling backwards on the bed.

She was on top of him, her arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his hips as she showering him with kisses all over his sweaty face and mouth. Her tongue was in her mouth and she was hungrily sucking on his tongue. There was a fire in her that was even more intense than her usual self.

She didn’t notice he had been crying. She was all excitement and passion as she devoured his mouth, sucking on his tongue and feeding him her own — her passion heightened by the anticipation of the extra special birthday gift exchange she had in mind.

“Happy to see me Uncle?” she said with a naughty twinkle in her eyes as she caressed the growing erection between his legs.

“Always happy to see you beta,” he said rolling her off her body, and sitting up in bed, “Happy Birthday sweetheart, but I am sorry I couldn’t finish your birthday gift.”

“It’s ok Uncle,” she said, getting off the bed herself, throwing a leg around him and straddling him, “I didn’t bring you anything either, see?” She said holding her hands up showing him they were empty.

He laughed at the little girl who had grown up to be such a vivacious young woman and yet, retaining the childlike qualities he absolutely adored about her. His arms wrapped around his favorite person — partly in a protective way and partly with naked, hungry lust he felt bubbling up inside him for her body.

“I missed you Uncle,” she said, throwing her arms around him again and pulling him into another hungry, passionate kiss that had more tongue and saliva than lips.

“You have really become good at this beta,” he said breathless when they broke the kiss, making her giggle with pride.

“But I feel bad at not getting you anything,” he said, sadness clouding his eyes, “there hasn’t been a birthday that I haven’t got you a gift.

“Don’t worry Uncle,” she said reaching between his legs and stroking his erection, “you are going to give me the best birthday gift ever.”

“But you get your lollypop treat everyday Shikha,” he said, “and I get the sweet honey from the most delicious honeypot in the world.”

Shikha giggled, “today your lollypop and my honeypot are going to get to know each other really well.”

“What are you saying beta,” he replied, part of him hoping she wasn’t meaning what he thought she was meaning, while the other hoping the exact opposite.

Shikha proceeded to tell him how she had seen dad and mom with his lollypop going in and out of her honeypot before he fed her honeypot his treat.

“So,” she said as she finished the narrative of what she had seen, “I want my favorite lollypop to give me my birthday gift inside my pussy.”

Kishan groaned. Ever since they had first kissed, he had imagined fucking Shikha and jerked off to those thoughts every single day, and here was his little girl asking him to fuck her.

This was an opportunity he had never imagined in his wildest dreams. He looked at the young woman who knew no second thoughts about anything. She had already removed her clothes and started stripping him out of his, freeing his erection from his pants. 

“My favorite lollypop,” She said taking him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his head, her lips tight around his shaft.

She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue working him over. He could feel her saliva dripping down his balls.

“Tell me when you want to put it in me, Uncle.” She said continuing to stroke him, when she took a break for air.

“Not till I have tasted my favorite honey beta.” He said pushing her back and spreading her legs. She giggled, knowing how much he loved to lick her pussy to orgasm and lap up her flowing juices.

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide for him. He moved between her legs, his fingers spreading her pussy lips wide.

He leaned in, his tongue flicking against her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth.

He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep into her pussy, exploring every fold and crevice.

In less than five minutes, she was shaking and quivering under him, feeling her orgasm build up.  “Oh God Uncle,” she moaned, “I am so close. Your honey is about to flow Uncle!!!!!”

And then it hit.  Her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Kishan held onto her hips, feeling her pussy clench and unclench around his tongue, her juices flowing like a river. He lapped up every drop, savoring her sweetness, his tongue exploring every inch of her, pushing deeper into her as she rode out her orgasm.

Shikha was breathless, her body still shaking as the last of her orgasm passed. Kishan finally released her hips and looked up at her, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Ready for your favorite lollypop, beta?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.

Shikha nodded eagerly, her breath still coming in quick gasps. “Yes, Uncle. Please, I want it so bad.”

Kishan positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing and ready. He lifted her hips and placed her calves on his shoulders.

“The first time can hurt a little,” he said rubbing his hardness against her opening, lubricating it, “but it will be just for a moment. After that, you will enjoy it, I promise.” He said reassuringly.

She nodded, trusting him completely. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly, gently pushed in till he felt the resistance of her hymen. She gasped, her back arching as she felt the a hint of pain when his cock pushed against her hymen.

“Easy beta,” he whispered, “just relax.” She took a deep breath and tried to relax her muscles. He pushed in past the barrier and she shrieked as a sharp pain went through her.  She clutched at his arms, her nails digging into his skin.

“Shhh, beta, shhh,” he soothed, “it’s okay, it’s over. “

He held himself inside her till he felt her body relax as the pain subsided.

“You ok?” he asked watching her face closely. She nodded. “Still want your lollypop inside you?” He asked not sure that he could stop now if she said no. Thankfully, she nodded, reaching between their legs and trying to pull him inside her.

He started to move, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to his size. He could feel her tightness gripping him, squeezing him mercilessly. It was a strange sensation, both pleasure and pain, but he knew he had to take his time.

She was tight and wet, her virgin pussy gripping his cock like a vice. He began to move in and out of her slowly, giving her time to get used to the feeling of being filled.

“Is it still hurting, beta?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Shikha shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps. “No, it feels… it feels good, Uncle. Really good.”

He took that as a cue to pick up the pace. He began to move in and out of her faster, harder. Her body was responding to him, her hips meeting his thrusts.

She could feel her pussy stretching and adjusting to his cock. She was feeling pleasure, the kind she had never felt before. It was a new, intense sensation that built slowly.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss as he began to fuck her in earnest. He had been dreaming about this moment for so long, and now that it was finally happening, he didn’t want it to end.

Shikha was moaning into his mouth, her body writhing beneath him.

He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her juices coating him.  She wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back.  He groaned, his hips picking up the pace. He was fucking her harder, faster, their bodies slapping together. She met each thrust with her own, their movements becoming more desperate, more urgent.

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more. She could feel her second orgasm building, her body tensing as the pressure inside her grew.

“Oh God yes, Uncle,” she groaned, her voice ragged and desperate. “harder Uncle, harder.”

He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her with brutal force.  Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. He leaned down and captured one in his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth.

She could feel her body inch towards another orgasm. He felt it too as her pussy muscles clenched his cock, milking it. 

“Don’t stop Uncle,” she begged, “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” She was chanting the words over and over, her body writhing and shaking beneath him as he pounded into her mercilessly.

She could feel her orgasm rising, like a tidal wave, ready to crash over her. “Oh God, Uncle, I’m comingggggg!” she cried out, her back arching as she felt the pleasure build to almost unbearable heights.

Kishan couldn’t hold on any longer and roared as he went over the edge, flooding Shikha’s pussy with his cum.

She felt his cock pulsing inside her, spurting hot, thick ropes of cum that filled her completely. She moaned loudly, her own orgasm hitting her like a freight train, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Kishan collapsed on top of her, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, savoring the taste of her sweat and the scent of their coupled bodies.

“Happy birthday beta,” he said kissing her, their sweat-soaked naked bodies wrapped around each other and his spent cock going limp inside her.

“Happy birthday Kishu Uncle,” she said kissing him back, “best birthday gift EVER! I want it everyday.”

Kishan laughed, knowing there was no arguing with Shikha once she made up her mind about anything, “Thank you for the most special birthday gift of my life Beta.” he said.

---

Since that day, the two fucked at every opportunity — during her daily visits to his hut, in her bed when her parents were out of town — till one day, her dad came home early.

Hearing moans and groans from Shikha’s bedroom, Aryan opened the door and his face went red in rage.

Watching Kishan drill his daughter’s pussy was a sight he never thought he would see in his worst nightmare.

Lowly hired help fucking his daughter, the ungrateful bastard. Pulling Kishan off his daughter, he started beating and kicking him, calling him all kinds of names.

Shikha hurriedly covered her nakedness and tried to intervene. Aryan had beaten and kicked him half to death by the time she managed to separate the two.

The inevitable followed and Kishan was fired. Aryan considered calling the cops, but the didn’t because he would then have to explain what he had seen and the humiliation that would follow.

---

That felt so long ago. Since then, she had met Deep during one of the parties at the Garg mansion. Totally uncomfortable at these events, she had gone for a walk along the beach when she saw him sneak out and sit on the sand, looking out at the ocean. When she asked him what he was doing there, he said he didn’t feel comfortable at parties.

The two had hit it off almost instantly. He was a cop not because he needed that job. His father’s wealth was enough for the next three generations to live comfortably. He had chosen to become a cop because he wanted to do good and serve those who needed help.

After she finished narrating the story of Kishu Uncle, Deep pulled her closer to him and kissed her.

“I told you I don’t care about your past,” he said, “I love you and can’t wait for us to get married.

She lay her head on his chest as he caressed her hair and sweat soaked naked back.

“You know,” she said finally, “I don’t even know what happened to Kishu Uncle. I have wondered if he is even alive or if Dad had him killed.”

“That’s absurd Shikha,” Deep said.

“No I am serious,” she said looking at him, “the rage I saw in Dad’s eyes that day was like nothing I have ever seen. And then, within a few days, he was all calm and laughing like nothing had happened — or like, he had taken care of the problem. I wouldn’t put it past him, Deep.”

“You are being paranoid,” he said caressing her face, “tell you what, I am going to circulate word through the network. If he is alive and active, we will trace him.

Shikha smiled, resting her head on his chest again, hoping he was being serious, because she sure missed her favorite lollypop and would like to have it back in her.

THE END

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