Thanking The Life Giver5 (1)
IN PICS: SHRUTI | CONTRIBUTED BY: TTFF (TELEGRAM)
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There was utter chaos in the emergency room. Ambulances wailed as they pulled up, doors slamming open to reveal a parade of misery—bloodied faces, limp bodies, and a cacophony of screams and cries for help. The earthquake had struck without warning, and Stanford General Hospital was now a warzone of medical emergencies. Today’s earthquake was the third in the last week – The San Andreas fault was active and angry.
Dr. Kabir stood tall amidst the frenzy, a stark contrast in his composed demeanor. He’d had no time to grieve the passing of Stacy, his fiancé, who was crushed by falling debris in her own house when the first earthquake struck. Her death just six days ago in this very hospital now seemed like a distant nightmare.
Amid the whirlwind, a nurse hurried towards him, her eyes wide with urgency. “Dr. Kabir, we need you in Maternity. Devyani Tamhankar, 8 months pregnant, just arrived. Her husband didn’t make it.”
Kabir nodded, following her brisk pace, wiping a single tear that had trickled down his cheek. The maternity ward was an oasis of calm, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Soft lighting, gentle hums, and the faint scent of antiseptic filled the air. Devyani lay on the bed, her sari askew, face pale but determined.
Kabir could see the fear in her eyes, but also the resolve. She was fighting for her baby, and that was all that mattered now. He quickly examined her, his fingers gentle but firm.
“You’re fully dilated,” he announced, glancing at the nurse who nodded. “We’re going to get this baby out, Devyani.”
He turned to the nurse, extending his hand and she promptly handed him the medical chart. A second-year resident narrated the history and brought Kabir up to speed. The couple were in their car on their way for a regular checkup when the earthquake hit and the bridge collapsed. Her husband hadn’t made it and she had been brought in with multiple injuries. Some of these were to critical organs, but the baby in her womb had miraculously escaped serious injury.
It was a race against time now to save mom and baby — both of who could be at serious risk if Devyani’s organs started failing.
“We need to get her to an OR now!” Kabir barked.
The team sprang into action, rushing Devyani into an operating room.
Kabir scrubbed in, the familiar routine calming his nerves. He was joined by other surgeons who had been paged for the emergency surgery.
Things didn’t look good, but they were seasoned and determined doctors who never gave up. As they scrubbed and slipped on their gown, gloves, and mask, the only thing on their mind was woman lying on the table, her life hanging in the balance.
Six hours later, Kabir sat with his head down, exhausted, in the doctor’s lounge. He’d lost one patient today but saved a life. Despite all the efforts during the five-hour marathon surgery, Devyani had succumbed to her injuries.
However, her baby girl — born nearly a month before the due date — was hanging in there. She was the most beautiful baby he had held, her face glowing even as she screamed her lungs out. Even as Kabir regretted not being able to save Davyani, the baby’s face kept surfacing in his vision, picking up his spirits. If a just born baby could fight, so could he. There were patients to be saved. He stood up and took a deep breath before making his way back to the emergency room where more patients were being wheeled in.
The sun dipped low over the Pacific, casting long shadows across Shruti’s studio apartment. The air was filled with the soft hum of the ocean and the distant murmur of city life. A gentle breeze wafted through the open window. The room was bathed in a warm, golden light, casting an ethereal glow on the vibrant paintings that adorned the walls. The space was cozy, yet airy, with a king-sized bed nestled in the corner, draped in soft, white linen.
Miles lay on Shruti’s bed in his undies, his jaw hanging as he looked at her silhouetted against the setting sun. Her petit frame was outlined against the window, beneath the sheer robe that she was peeling off her body, a naughty smile on her lips.
He couldn’t believe his luck. He had been trying to date her for a few months and seen her go from boyfriend to boyfriend. They had graduated today, and she had asked him if he’d like to ‘celebrate’ together.
He had proposed a movie and dinner, but she had suggested her bedroom. As the fabric of her robe slipped down her body, he swallowed hard, his cock twitching in anticipation.
She smiled, her eyes glued to the growing tent in his undies. Her lace bra and panties showed more than they concealed. He could see her nipples harden under the thin fabric, and the outline of her pussy through the damp crotch of her panties.
She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying, and sat down next to him. “You look like you’ve got something you need to take care of,” she purred, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock in his underwear.
He groaned, already rock hard and aching. “Fuck, Shruti. You’re driving me crazy.”
She smiled, her eyes never leaving his, “That’s the idea, Miles.”
She leaned in, climbing on top of him, her breath hot on his ear. When their lips met, it was like an explosion. Her hand reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing it through his underwear. “Christ, Shruti,” he gasped, his hips bucking up into her hand. She could feel the heat of his cock, the hard length of it pulsing against her palm.
She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his neck, her tongue tasting the salt of his skin. Her hand worked his cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly. She could feel the pre-cum leaking out, slicking up her hand. She moaned against his skin, the sound low and hungry.
Before long, his undies were down to his knees, his cock disappearing in her mouth.
She took him deep, her lips tight around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head. “Fuck,” he swore, his fingers tangling in her hair, holding her head in place. He thrust his hips, fucking her mouth, the sight of her pretty face with her lips wrapped around his cock driving him wild.
He pulled her up, his cock glistening with her saliva. “I want to taste you,” he growled. She pushed him back when he tried flipping her over onto her back. She wasn’t going to let go of the control.
Sliding her panties down, she slid up his body till her thighs were on either side of her face. She could feel his breath on her pussy, hot and moist, making her shiver.
“Oh Fuck,” she groaned, throwing her head back as his hands gripped her ass pulling her pussy into his hungry mouth and his tongue entered her.
She ground against his face, her juices flowing freely, coating his mouth and chin. She could feel his stubble against her sensitive inner thighs.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, nibbling on it like it was a treat. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her.
He didn’t let up, his tongue fucking her, his fingers digging into her ass, holding her in place. Her juices coated his face, and he lapped her up like a man starved, his groans vibrating against her clit.
Reaching behind her, she took his cock in her hand and started stroking him. He was hard and ready, and she wanted him in her. Even as he ate her pussy hungrily, she reached across and grabbed a condom from the side table.
Ripping the packet open with her teeth, she rolled it on him, her eyes never leaving his. He groaned, the sight of her doing that, so sexy and dominant, almost making him come right then.
She positioned him at her entrance, lowering herself onto him slowly, her eyes locked with his. He felt himself stretching her, filling her, and it was the most intense sensation.
She took him deeper, inch by inch, her breath hitching as he filled her completely. She began to move up and down taking him in deeper into her depths, her hips moving in a rhythm that had him seeing stars. He reached up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs rolling over her nipples.
She threw her head back, her hips moving faster, her pussy gripping his cock tighter. She could feel an orgasm building, her body tensing as she chased the pleasure.
He could feel her muscles clench around his cock and knew she was close. Wrapping his arms around her, his hands gripping her ass, he began to thrust upwards, his cock pounding into her with force.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she kept moaning as he drilled her hard and deep. His cock was pounding into her, hitting her deepest spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel the pressure building, her body tensing, ready to explode.
“Miles,” she screamed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop. I’m so damn close, Miles!!!!!”
He grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his own release approached. He wanted to cum with her, peaking at the same time. He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her inner muscles pulsing with every thrust.
“Fuck, Shruti,” he growled, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, pulling her down hard onto his cock. “Cum with me baby, I can’t hold on much longer.” His voice was a gasping, ragged plea.
“Yes, Miles,” she whimpered, her body trembling as she felt the pressure build. “I’m close, so close. Don’t stop. Fuckkkk!”
He thrust harder, deeper, his cock filling her, stretching her, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. She could feel the warmth spreading through her, the pressure mounting, her body tensing as the orgasm started to take over.
“Aaaaahhhhh!!!!” he screamed, unable to hold back any longer. He tensed, eyes closed and slammed into her as his cock erupted, filling the condom with hot cum. Shruti’s body convulsed around him, her own orgasm ripping through her, her nails leaving deep tracks on his shoulders as she held on for dear life.
He continued to thrust into her, his cock pulsing out the last of his release before finally collapsing back onto the bed. Shruti was a panting, trembling mess on top of him, her hair a wild mess, her cheeks flushed. She looked down at him, her expression confused, as if she was seeing a ghost.
Her body was still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but her eyes were focusing on something else, something far away.
She closed her eyes and rolled off his body, curling into a little ball, her hands covering her face. He could see her sweat-soaked body start to shake and realized she was sobbing.
He rolled towards her, his hand reaching out to touch her. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft with concern.
She shook her head, her face still hidden in her hands. “I’m fine, just leave” she hissed.
“Excuse me?” he said, he thought they had great sex, “did I do something wrong?”
“No, no, no…” she said turning to face him, her eyes swollen, tears rolling down her face, “you were great. It was incredible! Trust me, I haven’t cum so hard in a long time.”
“Then what’s wrong? Why do you want me to leave?”
Miles asked, his tone, a mix of confusion and hurt. Shruti was a tangled mess of emotions, her body shaking with sobs and her face a mask of pain and confusion. He reached out to touch her again, but she flinched away from him.
“Because I fucking hate this,” she hissed, her voice shaking with the effort to keep from breaking down completely. “Every fucking time. Every goddamn time I have an orgasm, I see him.”
“See who?” Miles asked, his brow furrowing in concern.
Shruti let out a shaky breath, her eyes closed as she tried to regain control of her emotions, “some other day, Miles. I can’t talk about him right now. Just know it wasn’t you. I just need to deal with these emotions myself right now.”
Miles sighed, rubbing his temples. He could see the pain in her eyes, the fear, and the confusion. He wanted to help, but he was out of his depth, not even knowing what had caused her to change so suddenly.
Reluctantly, he got out of bed, grabbed his underwear and the rest of his discarded clothes and stepped into the bathroom. Discarding the condom into the trash can, he cleaned up before putting his clothes on. He washed his face and hands before opening the bathroom door.
She was still laying in the fetal position on the bed, her tiny body shaking with sobs. She looked so vulnerable and helpless, he just couldn’t leave her like this. He sat down next to her, pulling her into his arms. She tried to push him away and once again asked him to leave, but he refused to let go of her shaking body, holding her close.
“I am going nowhere, Shruti,” he said firmly, even as she tried to push him away. “You don’t have to talk, but I am not leaving you like this.” Miles murmured, stroking her hair gently. Shruti’s body was still shaking with sobs, but she was no longer struggling against him. She could feel his warmth, his strength, and it was comforting. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her body slowly relaxing in his arms.
She didn’t know when she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
The ringing of her cell phone woke her. She stirred, her body still wrapped in Miles’s arms, his face resting on her naked breast, his lips brushing against her nipple as he snored gently. He was the first guy to not leave when she tried throwing them out after sex.
She smiled, caressing the curly hair on his head as she reached for her phone. “Hello?” she answered, her voice still hoarse from sleep.
“Shruti?” she heard the sing-song voice of Mrs Davis, the elderly front office lady from the legal offices that handled her affairs.
“Yes, Mrs Davis,” Shruti said, “how are you?”
“Oh, I’m fine, dear. Congratulations on your graduation.” Mrs. Davis’s voice was sweet and grandmotherly. She had taken a genuine liking to Shruti and had been a constant support.
“Thanks, Mrs. Davis,” Shruti replied, her eyes scanning the rumpled sheets as she felt Miles starting to stir, his mouth wrapping around her nipple. She couldn’t help the wetness that gushed to her pussy as he started sucking in his asleep.
She gently pushed his head away from her breast, not wanting to wake him and crawled out of bed. Still naked, she walked to the front room, as Mrs Davis spoke.
“I am glad I caught you dear. Remember we talked about the trust fund? That has finally been released. You can either have it release funds into your account and continue with the monthly payments like before, or change the amount you receive each month, or transfer the entire sum into your account.”
“Whoa! that’s a lot to process.” Shruti said, looking around for something to put on and cover her naked body.
“I know, dear. That’s why I called. I can set up a meeting for you to discuss the way forward.” Mrs. Davis continued, unaware of Shruti’s state of undress. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Miles was awake and staring at her naked body, pure lust in his eyes.
“Thanks, Mrs. Davis. That would be great. Can we set up the meeting today? There was another matter also that I wanted to discuss in person.”
“Sure dear, let me check his calendar,” Shruti could hear the clacking of keyboard as she smiled at Miles, her eyes resting on her discarded robe by the foot of the bed. She walked over, picked it up and slipped it on, the silk sliding smoothly over her naked skin.
“All set, Shruti. He’s free this afternoon at 3 pm. Would that work for you?”
“Perfect, Mrs Davis. I’ll see you at 3.” She hung up.
“Good morning.” she said smiling at Miles, before averting her eyes, embarrassed about last night.
“Good morning gorgeous,” he said rubbing his eyes. He was fully dressed. She remembered asking him to leave, him going to the bathroom and stepping out fully dressed and then changing his mind and insisting on staying back. He had been such a gentleman. “Did I hear that you have a meeting at 3?” Miles asked his voice still sounding groggy.
“Yes, I have a meeting at the lawyers’ who have been funding my education all these years after my mother’s passing.” As she was talking, she walked back to the bed and picked up her discarded bra and panties.
“What plans till then?” he asked sitting up.
“Nothing really. If you are hungry, we can order in, I have literally nothing.”
“Oh I am hungry alright,” he said grabbing her wrist and pulling her into bed, “and you have exactly what I want to eat.”
Shruti giggled, her eyes wide with surprise. Before she realized what was happening, Miles was between her legs, his tongue moving up and down her opening.
“No, wait Miles.” she said pushing his head off and covering herself with the robe, “I know what will happen. I don’t want to embarrass you again like last night.”
Shruti said, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She remembered the sobbing uncontrollably after orgasm and how Miles had held her, comforting her. She didn’t want to burden him with her strange issues again.
Miles looked up at her, his face serious. “I don’t care. Like I said, I am hungry…for you.”
With that, he pulled her into bed and buried his face between her legs. All Shruti could do was moan in pleasure as his tongue snaked into her depths.
Shruti tugged nervously at the hem of her dress as she paced the polished wooden floor of the lawyer’s office. The room was bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon, the sun casting long shadows across the sleek, modern furnishings. The air was filled with the subtle scent of old parchment and the faint hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She had to force Miles to stop an hour ago. He had fucked her twice since waking up. Each time she came, he had let her deal with the visions and held her through the confusion. She smiled at the memory, her pussy still sore from his mouth and cock.
“Hey there Shruti,” Mrs David said, her face lighting up in genuine happiness as she stepped out of an office. She was a short woman, her grey hair pulled back into a tight bun. She wore a blue blazer over a floral dress, her charcoal grey skirt ending just below her knees. Shruti wondered how this sweet old lady never seemed to age.
She held Shruti in a bear hug, “Congratulations dear,” she said, before getting on her tiptoes and kissing Shruti’s forehead.
Shruti blushed at the affection. “Thank you, Mrs Davis.”
“Come on dear, he’s waiting for you.” she said grabbing Shruti’s wrist and leading her down the hallway.
An hour later, the matter of the fund addressed, Shruti had brought up the matter of her benefactor’s identity.
The lawyer, a kind-faced man named Harold, had stared at her for a long moment, his brow furrowed in thought. He looked old enough to be her grandfather, his silver hair disheveled and his eyes tired. He had been hesitant at first, but Shruti had been insistent. She had been waiting patiently for years. She had been promised his identity when she became an adult.
Well, she was here, and she wasn’t leaving until she had a name. Harold had sighed, picking up the file from his desk. “Very well, Shruti. I’ll tell you everything I know.”
He began to recount her birth, her mother’s passing, and the doctor who had stepped in. Shruti listened, her heart pounding in her chest as the story unfolded. She knew her mother’s story, but this was the first time she was hearing about the details of her birth and the man who had literally brought her into the world. The lawyer’s voice was low, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke. He went on to tell her how the doctor had created the fund for her, how he had been funding her living and education expenses, always checking on her quietly, staying out of sight.
“What’s his name?” Shruti asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the blood rushing in her ears, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
Harold sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. “His name is Kabir. Dr. Kabir. He’s the head of surgical practice now at Stanford General, the same hospital where you were born.”
Lilly had a lot of choices for her nursing internship, but she had chosen Stanford General for just one reason — Kabir. The medical community and patients revered his skills as a doctor and surgeon, but the reason for her wanting to be part of his service was his lesser known skill — in bed. Among the women in the medical community, he was known as a ‘giver’.
If the hushed whispers among the women were to be believed, he was incredibly skilled in bed, a man who truly cared about his partner’s pleasure. His ability to make a woman cum over and over was legendary, yet, he never ‘took’, just ‘gave’ pleasure.
The whispers among the women were that he was a master of oral and always brought a woman to orgasm multiple times before he even considered his own release. He never used protection because he never came himself during these encounters.
Lilly didn’t believe a man could ‘not cum’ despite fucking a woman for hours. She was skeptical about the stories, but she was also intrigued. She needed to verify them herself. She was curious to experience his legendary prowess and satisfy her own curiosity.
She was a curvy and busty girl with a bubbly personality and flawless skin that made her look much younger than her age. Men would salivate over her ample breasts and few, if any, were ever able to resist her charms.
She knew it and loved the power she had over them. She loved sex and had a voracious appetite that most men failed to satisfy. But from what she’d heard about Kabir, he might just be the one who could keep up with her, even though he was more than twice her age.
After being assigned to his service, she had all but thrown herself at him, but he had resisted every advance. Today, she had broken down in his office, asking him openly why he found her so unattractive. Kabir had tried to explain gently that it was not about her, but that she was young enough to be his daughter.
“But I am not your daughter, Sir,” she had said sobbing. “I am a woman. A woman with a hunger… for you.” She had looked at him with tear-stained cheeks, her eyes all but pleading him to take her.
Kabir had dismissed her and asked her to go home. At the end of the day, after a long and exhausting shift, when he returned home, he found her sitting on his steps, crying. She looked so vulnerable, so heartbroken, that he couldn’t help but take her into his home. He had invited her into his house and offered her water.
After she had calmed down, she apologized for showing up uninvited and unwanted. He had made it clear that he didn’t want her and she apologized for being a nag.
“You are not a nag Lilly,” Kabir said, “but you are less than half my age. As gorgeous as you are, any man your age would bend over backwards to be with you. Why do you want this 50 year-old man?”
“You think I haven’t been with men my age?” Lilly asked wiping her eyes and looking at him defiantly.
“I have been with men my age and even older. All they care about is their pleasure, leaving me yearning for more.” She paused looking at the floor. “I have heard whispers among the lady doctors and nurses. They all claim no man has been able to satisfy them as much or as many times as you. They say you celebrate a woman’s body, that they can’t help cumming over and over. I need to be celebrated, to be enjoyed, to be satisfied. I am desperate Sir, please don’t reject me.
Kabir was no saint. Few women he had been with could match Lilly in looks.
She was a vision, with full, perky breasts, and hips that could make a man drool. He had drooled over her body too. Here she was, begging to be pleasured and his resistance crumbled.
Inevitably, he found himself kissing her, his hands roaming over her voluptuous body. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his, her body pressing against him. He led her to his bedroom, the two hurriedly undressing each other along the way, their mouths fused together, their tongues wrestling passionately.
They were down to their underwear by the time he pushed her back on his bed before stepping back and admiring her body. Lilly was a vision in black lace, her full, perky breasts pushing against the fabric, her hips curving in a way that made his cock twitch.
She was watching him, her lips parted slightly, her eyes dark with desire. He started with her toes, his eyes never leaving hers.
He sucked every toe as if it was the most delicious treat he’d ever had. He licked and nibbled his way up her feet, her calves, her knees, her thighs. He took his time, teasing her, making her squirm.
He could see goosebumps rising on her skin as he inched closer to her pussy. He could smell her arousal, the sweet, musky scent driving him wild. He looked up at her, her eyes were closed, her lips parted in a silent moan. She was moving her hips trying to guide her pussy to his mouth, silently begging him.
He buried his mouth in the valley at the edge of her panties, licking, sucking, kissing and biting the soft flesh of her groin, causing her to moan loudly and arch her back. He denied her the pleasure spending a few minutes enjoying one side thoroughly before ignoring her pussy and burying his face into the other side.
She moaned, her hands fisting his hair, her hips bucking against his face, trying to grind her pussy against his mouth. He continued to ignore her pussy, the tease driving her wild. He moved up and bit her over her panties — not her pussy, but her fleshy mound, just above her pussy, causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure.
Lilly was writhing on the bed, her body arching, her pussy so wet, the lace of her panties was soaked. He could see her juices glistening on her inner thighs. His mouth was all over the valley between her legs, except her pussy. He was torturing her, while giving her unbelievable pleasure at the same time. The duality of his actions was insanely arousing. She was desperate for his mouth on her pussy, his tongue in her, but he seemed to be genuinely enjoying the inches surrounding her Eden.
His stubble was rough against her skin, creating a delicious friction that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel her juices flowing freely, her pussy aching and pulsating with need.
He took his sweet time, his tongue and mouth exploring every inch of her skin, lingering on the sensitive spots, making her squirm and moan. Lilly was in heaven, her body on fire, her pussy dripping wet, her nipples hard as diamonds. She was experiencing pleasure like she had never felt before, her body convulsing with waves of ecstasy as he continued to tease and pleasure her.
She was at the edge of a precipice, on the brink of an orgasm, just needing a nudge that he was denying her. He had brought her to the point of no return without even undressing her completely, without even touching her nipples or pussy. This was unbelievable. She was on fire, every nerve in her body was electrified, her pussy was aching, throbbing, her juices flowing freely. She was desperate for release, desperate for him to make her cum.
But Kabir was in no hurry. He was enjoying every second of her torment, of her squirming, of her moans and whimpers, of her begging. He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with lust and amusement. He bit his lip, taking in the sight of her writhing body, her full, heaving breasts, her flushed face, her mouth open, panting. Her hips were bucking against the mattress, her legs trembling, her pussy dripping with need.
“Please Sir,” she begged. The desperation in her voice and eyes said it all. She didn’t need to explain what she wanted
He hooked his fingers into her panties and gently moved them aside, exposing her glistening wet pussy. He could see her clit peeking out from under its hood, swollen and desperate for attention.
He ducked his head down and blew a gentle stream of air over her wet flesh, causing her to cry out and buck her hips. He watched as a shudder wracked her body, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.
He was rock hard, his cock aching to fill her, but he held back, savoring the moment, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. She was panting now, her breath coming in short gasps as she begged him with her eyes to put his mouth on her.
He licked her parallel to her opening, taking the torture to a whole new level. He licked her up and down one side and then the other. His tongue was all over her pussy, except where she needed him to be.
“Oh FUCK!!!!” Lilly cried out, her body arching off and her pussy exploding in the most violent squirting orgasm of her life when Kabir’s lips finally had mercy and sucked on her clit. She was convulsing, her body writhing, her pussy gushing fountains of honey.
Kabir’s took her pussy in his mouth, drinking her nectar, his tongue wreaking havoc on her clit, keeping her on her high, keeping her pussy erupting like a volcano. Lilly was screaming, her fingers digging into the sheets, pulling them as she came and came and came.
He didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down.
She couldn’t take it. She wanted more.
She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to keep going.
She was out of her fucking mind with pleasure. She didn’t want this to ever end.
She was flowing like a river and he was drinking every drop of it. His tongue, teeth and lips expertly tossing her over another wave, just when she thought she was coming down, he’d tug on her clit or suck on her lips and throw her right back into the vortex. She was writhing, screaming, her body convulsing with the intensity of the pleasure he was wreaking on her.
He could feel her tubes contracting, her muscles clamping down on his tongue, her juices flowing freely. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls gripping him, her wetness coating his finger. He added another finger, stretching her, filling her.
“Fuck yeahhhhhhh!,” he growled against her pussy, her taste, her scent, her cries driving him wild as her orgasm hit a new level. His fingers pumped in and out of her in rhythm with his tongue, making her body shake and convulse.
He was grunting, his face buried in her pussy, his tongue fucking her in sync with his fingers. She kept feeding him her juices and he kept drinking her, his mouth never leaving her pussy.
For an incredible fifteen minutes, she kept cumming and squirting. Was it one orgasm or a series of orgasms one after the other, she didn’t know. She didn’t care. Every part of her was alight with pleasure, her body shaking and convulsing as he finger fucked her and ate her out simultaneously. She was lost in a sea of ecstasy, her mind unable to process anything beyond the sensation of his mouth and fingers working her body.
She wanted to keep feeding his hungry mouth. She wanted his cock in her. She was in heaven.
And then he was inside her, filling her, claiming her, driving her to the next level of pleasure. His cock was thick and long, stretching her, filling her completely. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein as he moved in and out of her. He was grunting, his hips slapping against her, his body covering her completely.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his ass, urging him to go deeper, to fuck her harder. He was already pounding into her with a force that was almost brutal, but she wanted more. She wanted him to lose control, to fuck her like an animal.
“Harder,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body moving in sync with his, meeting his thrusts with her own. “Fuck me harder, Sir. I am so close sir. I am going to die.”
He groaned, his hips slamming into hers with such force that the headboard started banging against the wall. The sound of their bodies slapping together was loud in the room, the smell of their sex filling the air.
“SHITTTTTTTT!” she screamed as yet another orgasm rocked her body with unbelievable force. Her body was literally convulsing with pleasure, her pussy squeezing his cock so tight, she thought she was going to pass out.
Kabir was grunting and groaning, his hips moving like a piston, fucking her with a ferocity that was almost brutal.
For an incredible hour, he fucked her in every imaginable position, making her cum again and again. He was a machine. He was a God. The stories didn’t do justice to him. She knew she was dead and this is what heaven felt like.
She was in a state of continuous orgasm, her body convulsing, shaking, her pussy clenching him so tightly, he couldn’t move.
He was grunting, inching towards his own release — the part he dreaded, because he knew what was coming.
He closed his eyes and roared trying to force his mind away. And then he saw her, the tiny baby, crying her heart out in his arms, the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
He pulled out and collapsed on his back next to Lilly, panting heavily, his cock starting to go limp. Lilly lay next to him, staring at the ceiling and panting, not believing what her body had just experienced. So it was true — he just gave, denying himself the pleasure of a release. Incredible. Fucking incredible. Lilly was on cloud nine, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of the most intense sexual experience of her life. She had never met a man who could bring her to orgasm so many times and for such an extended period. She had never been so satisfied. She felt like she had been taken by the gods themselves, like she had been worshipped and adored.
She looked at Kabir, lying next to her, his chest rising and falling with each breath, a sheen of sweat covering his skin. He looked content, his eyes closed. She rolled over, resting her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. He caressed her hair, kissing her forehead.
“Thank you,” She said looking up at him and kissing his lips.
“You don’t need to thank me,” he said, “I enjoyed it more than you know.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I doubt that.”
He chuckled, “Would you believe that I haven’t been able to fuck a woman for more than half an hour? You are at least twice as good as any woman I have ever had before.”
He couldn’t have given her a better compliment and she believed every word.
He fucked her two more times through the night. Each time her volcano erupted more and for much longer than before. Each time, his snake burrowing her depths longer than before.
As dawn broke, they fucked while showering before reluctantly getting dressed for work. He led her to the door and kissed her hungrily as he held the door open for her. She stepped out, her body still humming with pleasure.
He watched her stumble on unsteady legs to her car. He waved when she turned, before getting into her car. She smiled, waved and moments later, her car drove off.
That’s when he noticed the brown manila envelope on the welcome mat.
He bent down and picked it up, his curiosity piqued. He opened the door wider, letting the morning sunlight flood into the hallway.
He tore open the envelope and pulled out a crisp, white card. His eyes widened in disbelief as he read the words –
“You brought me into this world. Will you please join me as I visit my mom’s memorial to bid her good bye? – Shruti”
Kabir stared at the note in disbelief. He felt a mix of emotions – confusion, fondness, and a strange sense of dread. He knew he should visit, for Shruti’s sake. But the thought of visiting the woman he had failed to save, after all these years…
He knew he would go. He owed them at least that much.
Neither could believe they were meeting for the first time. It was like they had known each other all their lives — which they had in a strange way.
The tiny screaming baby had grown into a gorgeous young woman, so alive, so full of dreams, so sure of herself.
While he had followed her life, she didn’t even know of his existence till recently. And yet, she didn’t act like she was talking to a stranger.
When they had met at the airport in San Francisco, she had thrown her arms around him like he was a long lost best friend. She’s called him Uncle LG.
“What’s LG?” he had asked perplexed.
“Well, I didn’t know your name, so I always thought of you as my ‘life giver’… LG… get it?” She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Cute,” he said, smiling back at her, “but I’m not so sure about the name.”
“Well, it’s better than ‘mysterious benefactor’… my other choice… or don’t you think?” she retorted, her voice laced with humor.
“Guess it is,” he conceded, laughing, “but now that you know me, why not call me Kabir? LG makes me feel like an appliances brand.”
She giggled, the sound musical and infectious, “I can’t call you by your name.”
“Ok… so how about just Uncle without the LG?” he asked.
“Deal!” she said throwing herself at him again and kissing him on his cheek like they had been meeting after a few weeks apart, instead of the first time in their lives. He held her close, his eyes welling up in tears of pride.
They had flown to India together and talked throughout the flight. Well, she had talked and he had listened with a proud smile on his face.
They had talked about her growing up years, her struggles, her victories, her achievements.
She didn’t know it, but he had not just financed her life. He had followed life, every step of the way. While he knew about all the things she was talking about, he was getting to hear her perspective, her thoughts, her feelings and his heart swelled with pride.
By the time they landed in Mumbai, she had told him everything about her life, her struggles, her victories, her achievements.
And yet, her stories wouldn’t stop. They checked into the hotel, and she talked half the night. She talked non-stop on their drive to Goa the next day.
They visited her mother’s memorial and paid their respects, and he saw the other side of Shruti, as she cried silently, spending well over an hour silently with her long-departed mother.
Finally, she had wiped her tears and looked at him with a smile that said — I am ready to move forward now.
And he had taken her hand and led her back to the resort, their home for the next few days. She was uncharacteristically silent on their short drive. She didn’t say much as they checked in and he showed her to her room before going to his own across the hall.
An hour later, there was a knock on the door. When he opened the door, she walked in as if she owned the place and sat at the edge of the bed.
“I know I have talked your head off since we met,” she said, her voice low and husky, her eyes downcast. “But while I was talking with mom — in my mind of course, I am not completely crazy yet — I realized that in all the talking, I didn’t say the one thing I wanted to say.”
“It’s ok, Shruti,” he said sitting next to her and holding her, “I know.”
“But I need to say it… I need to thank you for everything. For bringing me into this world, for trying to save mom, for not forgetting me, for supporting me silently. For coming here with me, for giving me the space I needed… for everything.”
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I am grateful for everything, Uncle. I truly am. And I will never be able to find the words to thank you properly.”
“I know,” he said holding her, “and I can’t tell you enough how proud I am of the woman you have grown into. That’s more than any thanks you can ever give me.” Kabir said, his voice filled with emotion.
They just sat there, her head resting on his shoulders for the longest time. And then, as if a light switch had been turned on, she bounced off the bed, back to her old effervescent self.
“Crying sucks!” she said wiping her tears before walking up to the mirror, “makes you look ugly.” She added before turning to face him and grinning.
“You can never look ugly my dear,” he said, meaning every word.
“But don’t you think we have cried enough for a lifetime since we met? I saw that’s enough. We have a week, and mom would feel better if she saw me happy… and you too I would think.”
“I can’t argue with that,” Kabir said smiling at this sudden transformation.
“So I say we start right now.” She walked up to the bay windows and threw the shades open. “Just look at that. Pristine private beach and we are sitting cooped up in a room.”
Shruti said, her eyes scanning the shimmering blue sea, the white sandy beach and the palm trees swaying gently in the breeze.
“True,” Kabir said, his eyes on her as she walked up to the windows and standing by her side.
“Come let’s go take a dip,” she said grabbing his wrist “I need to feel the sea on my skin, to feel alive. I need to wash away feeling sorry for myself. “
“You run along,” he said smiling at her, “I had just started unpacking. Let me finish that and I will be there shortly.”
“Promise?” She asked, a playful smile on her face as she turned to him.
“Cross my heart,” he said, smiling back at her.
“Good,” she said, turning back to the window. “Will be waiting for you.”
With that, she bounced out of his room, shutting the door with a playful thud behind her.
After a minute or two, he saw her throw the resort gate open and run to the beach. She had a towel in one hand and was clad in a sheer white skirt and blue bikini top. Her long, dark hair flowed in the breeze as she ran towards the shoreline. She was a vision of youth and beauty, her body moving with the grace of a gazelle. Kabir watched her from the window, his heart pounding in his chest. The little girl was a little girl no more. He saw her as the irresistibly gorgeous woman that she was and couldn’t help the stirring he felt in his pants.
He felt himself harden as he watched her, taking the contours of her body in. Her long dark hair was flowing wildly around her, the wind tousling it. Her creamy, flawless skin glowed in the bright sunlight, her blue bikini top barely covering her perky breasts, her white skirt swinging around her hips. He was transfixed. He felt his breath hitch as he watched her, the desire building up inside him, his cock throbbing in his pants.
He watched as she tossed the towel on the beach and threw herself in the water.
She splashed around for a bit and then, standing in the waist-deep water, she turned to face the resort and waved at him. He waved back, a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her, the sight of her in the water made him burn with desire.
She was either the ugliest woman he had seen or he thought she was a little kid, she thought as she left his room. She had researched him before they met — his medical side came as no surprise, but she had landed on a chat thread that was supposed to be a secret. She read as nurses, female doctors and other women shared their stories with the incredible ‘giver’ Dr Kabir.
He had a reputation for being a sex God, a man who only gave pleasure, never taking any for himself. One nurse had shared how he had made her cum seven times in a row, another doctor talked about how he had used his tongue on her for a full hour before fucking her senseless, a woman shared how he had made her squirt for the first time, not wasting a single drop as he drank her right out of her pussy. One after the other, the stories painted a picture of a man who was insatiable when it came to giving pleasure, but never cumming, even after hours of sex.
Shruti found the thread fascinating. When she first saw him at the airport, she felt weak in the legs and had thrown herself at him, as much for support as to feel his body against hers. He was better looking in person, in spite of his age.
His hair was greying at the temples, giving him a distinguished look. His eyes were kind, his smile warm and his body toned. She had hugged him tightly, breathing in his scent, a mixture of soap and a subtle hint of cologne. He smelled good, really good, like a man should, and she felt hard muscle holding her.
She had talked nonstop during the flight, her nerves getting the better of her. He just listened, his eyes twinkling with amusement as she rambled on. She had hugged him at every opportunity, touched his hand non-stop as she talked. She felt an inexplicable connection with him, an intense attraction that she couldn’t ignore. But he seemed to see her as a kid, his reactions totally parental and boring.
She was glad when she saw the resort’s private beach was unoccupied. She needed to get into the water, to feel it against her skin, to cool down, to calm her nerves and also to show him what was under her clothes — her last-ditch effort at making him see her as a woman.
She hadn’t been lying when she told him she felt ugly when she cried. Her eyes swelled up and her face became blotchy. She didn’t want that to happen in front of him again. She didn’t want him to see her that way.
She walked into the water, the waves lapping at her feet, the water warm against her skin. She threw herself in, diving into the water, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness as she swam underwater. She came up for air, her hair fanning out around her, her eyes looking up at the sky. She hoped he was watching, hoped he was seeing what she wanted him to see, hoped he saw a woman he’d want and not a kid.
She looked at the resort — he stood exactly where she had left him. She waved at him, beckoning him over. She watched as he took his shirt off, his eyes never leaving her. His body was a testament to his years of disciplined living – taut muscles, a lean waist, and shoulders that spoke of hours spent in the gym.
She gulped.
Holy fuck, he was ripped. She wanted him to take her like she had never wanted anything before. She wanted his hardness in her, filling her. But she also wanted him to take — not just give. She wanted to feel his cock exploding in her depths, filling her with his sperm. He had brought her into this world. Now she wanted him to give her another life — in her womb.
They just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Out of sight, she saw his hands move — possibly unzipping his pants. Then he bent forward — probably stepping out of his pants. Then he stared at her some more before disappearing from her sight — hopefully to get his swimming trunks out of his suitcase.
She almost swooned then and there. He had a magnificent physique, his broad shoulders tapering down to a lean waist, his chest and arms muscular and toned. She could see why he had a reputation for being a sex god — the man was a walking orgasm.
She waded deeper into the water, the waves splashing against her hips. She lifted her arms, raking her hands through her hair, trying to get it out of her face. She wanted him to see her as a woman, not a little girl. She turned her back to the resort, bending over slightly, letting the sea water lift her skirt up, showing him her ass. She hoped he appreciated the view.
She heard him splashing in the water behind her, and she couldn’t help but imagine him shedding his swim trunks, his hard cock bouncing free. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought, feeling a gush of wetness between her legs. She was so turned on, she could barely stand it.
The water around her grew warmer as he approached, and she could feel the heat of his body before she felt him. His arms were around her, cupping her breasts as he buried his face into her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, his stubble scratching her softly, his erection pressed against her butt. His hands roamed her body, pinching her nipples, caressing her stomach, her hips, her ass. She was trembling with desire, her body on fire, her pussy throbbing with need.
“Fuck Shruti, I want you.” he groaned into her neck.
She turned to face him, “then take me,” she said and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him.
He responded instantly, his hands on her hips, pulling her closer, his tongue invading her mouth.
She moaned, her hands roaming his chest, his shoulders, his neck. She wanted to touch every inch of his naked body, to feel his hard muscles, to explore his body. She ground against him, her pussy grinding against his throbbing cock, the tip just touching her clit. She gasped, her body convulsing with pleasure.
His hand entered her skirt, then her bikini bottom and then his finger was inside her. She gasped, her hips jerking forward, her pussy clenching around his finger.
“Fuck,” she hissed through her teeth, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he finger-fucked her, his finger moving in and out of her at a relentless pace.
With his free hand, he untied her bikini top and his lips wrapped around her nipple as the top fell away, exposing one breast.
She arched her back, pressing her nipple into his mouth, gasping as he sucked and nipped at her. He was merciless, his fingers still driving in and out of her, his mouth working her nipple so expertly that she felt like she was going to come at any second.
Just as she was about to get there, he pulled his mouth away, leaving her nipple wet and tingling. She whimpered in protest, but he just chuckled, low and deep.
“Not here,” he murmured, his voice dark with desire, “we could be seen.”
“Do you care? I don’t.” she said guiding his mouth back to her nipple.
He groaned and she could have sworn she felt him harden even more against her body. Pulling her into him, he sucked on her nipple, groaning into her breast. She was surprised by his eagerness, his desperation, his fingers rubbing her clit while his mouth devoured her breast. She was on fire, her body trembling with need, the waves crashing against them, the salt water splashing them as their bodies moved in unison.
She reached into his trunks and her fingers wrapped around his hardness. It wasn’t possible. He was so wide, her fingers didn’t touch around his girth. She stroked him, marveling at the size of him, feeling the veins under her fingers. He was hot to the touch, the skin of his cock smooth and velvety. She stroked him from root to tip, her grip tightening as she reached the crown.
He groaned into her nipple, before releasing it and kissing her mouth again, this time, sucking on her tongue hungrily. He tasted like saltwater and desire, and she moaned into his mouth, her hand stroking him faster, her own desire rising with each stroke.
His fingers were driving her wild and she felt warmth gush between her legs. She was so wet, so ready and rolling downhill towards an orgasm. Her body quivered with anticipation, and her nipples throbbed, desperate for more of his mouth. She wanted him inside her, filling her, making her his. She needed it, craved it. She had never wanted anything more in her life.
She grabbed his hair, pulling his face away from her breast and said, “I need you inside me. Now.”
He looked at her, his eyes wild with lust and desire. His eyes never left hers, but she felt him pull his trunks down, then his fingers moved her bikini bottom aside inside her skirt. Moments later, he was at her entrance, his cockhead resting against her opening. She moaned, her hips jerking forward, trying to take him in.
Both of them groaned in pleasure as he pushed forward, entering her. Slowly, inch by inch, he filled her completely. She gasped as he pushed deeper, stretching her walls, filling her completely. He held still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size. She whimpered, her body clenching around him, her walls fluttering, trying to pull him in deeper.
His mouth locked on hers as he started moving in and out of her, his hips thrusting forward, pushing deeper into her. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.
He picked up speed, fucking her harder, his hips slamming into hers, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust. She cried out, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her body writhing in pleasure.
“Yes… fuck… yes…” she moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body on fire, barreling uncontrollably towards her orgasm.
Kabir growled, low and deep, his hips pistoning into her, his cock driving into her relentlessly. His fingers dug into her hips, his grip hard, his body slamming into hers with each thrust. He felt her pussy clamping down on his cock, her walls rippling around him, milking him. He grunted, his body tensing, his cock throbbing inside her.
“Fuck, Shruti…I am close.” he was surprised at how quickly her body had brought him to his release.
“Me too Uncle,” she gasped, “wait for me Uncle.”
He was so ready to explode, his cock throbbing so hard, it hurt. He gritted his teeth, his grip on her hips tightening as he held on to his own release, wanting to draw this out for as long as he could.
“Uncleeeee” She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her, her body convulsing around him.
She felt as if she were being fired from a cannon, her mind exploding with pleasure. She clawed at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her body shaking uncontrollably. She could feel her pussy milking him, her walls clamping down on his cock, trying to pull him deeper into her.
Kabir grunted, his hips bucking into hers, his cock swelling inside her, the tip hitting her cervix with each thrust. He felt her orgasm, her walls clenching around him, her pussy gushing onto his cock. He couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Fuck Shruti!!!!” he screamed and let go, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her, his cum shooting out and filling her, coating her insides with his hot, sticky release. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, his muscles tensing and quivering as he held onto her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Shruti felt him coming, felt his cock throbbing and jerking inside her, felt his cum shooting out and spilling into her depths. It was like a dam burst, his cum flooding her pussy, filling her completely. She could feel every pulse, every throb, every drop of cum as it filled her up.
It was overwhelming, intense, and incredible. She had never felt so full, so satisfied, so utterly possessed. She kept squeezing him, her pussy clenching around him, milking every last drop of his essence from him.
They held each other, his cock buried inside her, spitting the last of his release into her. He had cum for the first time, after 18 long years. The visions that had pulled him back every single time had stayed away, finally. He was free.
He pulled her closer, his cock still hard inside her, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, feeling her heartbeat against his lips. She was his. He had claimed her, marked her, made her his own.
He thrust his hips against hers, his cock moving inside her, sending small waves of pleasure through her body. She let out a soft moan, her body still sensitive, her pussy still clenching around him.
“You’re still hard,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
“It’s been a long time, Shruti,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Too long.”
She tilted her head back to look at him, her eyes searching his. “Why?” she asked, her fingers running through his hair.
He shrugged, his eyes avoiding hers. “It’s complicated.”
“Tell me,” she insisted, her voice soft yet firm.
He took a deep breath and looked at her. “There were…visions,” he said. “Every time I was about to cum, they pulled me back.”
“You’re kidding right?” She asked surprised, “I have had visions during my orgasms too. I see your face, in an operation theater, wearing scrubs.”
“I see you the moment you were born and I held you in my arms the first time.” he said, still moving inside her. “I’ve seen that image a thousand times. It’s the reason I’ve never been able to cum. They think I am a giver, never taking. It’s not because I don’t want to. I just have never been able to.”
He groaned low in his throat before bending his head to capture her mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss.
“You freed me, Shruti,” he growled, his voice raspy, “thank you.” He was starting to move in and out of her again.
“I think I can feel your thick thank you inside me still,” she said giggling, kissing him back.
“Then I want to thank you again and again and again.” he groaned sucking on her tongue hungrily.
“Who’s stopping you Uncle?” She said when they broke the kiss, “But do you want to keep doing it here in the water or would you like to take me to your bed?” “God, Shruti, I want to fuck you everywhere. The water, the sand, the bed, the fucking walls…”
“We have a whole week, Uncle,” she said, caressing his face. “We can fuck in all those places, but it’s getting kinda chilly out here.”
He smiled, his eyes noticing the goosebumps all over her body.
Without pulling out of her, his trunks hanging around his knees, he carried her to his room, kicking the door closed behind him.
He laid her on the bed, her back on the soft blankets, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers for a passionate kiss. She tasted the saltwater and his own flavor on his lips, a mix that was uniquely his. His cock was still hard inside her, still throbbing with need.
He peeled her bikini top off her body, tossing it in a corner of the room. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth.
He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. She arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as he lavished attention on her breasts.
He was moving in and out of her. He would have to pull out if he wanted to take her skirt and bikini bottom off. He didn’t want to pull out… ever. He wanted to live the rest of his life inside her pussy, filling it repeatedly.
“You’re so beautiful, Shruti,” he murmured against her skin, “Every inch of you.”
“Fuck…yes…Uncle.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. “I need you, Uncle. I need you now.”
He smiled at the most beautiful woman he had seen, “I need you too, Shruti. But I want to taste you first. I want to make you come with my tongue.”
She was shaking her head before he even finished his sentence. She didn’t want him to pull out of her, “No fucking way, Uncle. Please don’t pull out. I have never felt so complete before.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in, deeper.
“Please, don’t pull out. I don’t want you to ever leave me.” Her voice was desperate, pleading.
He groaned, his cock throbbing inside her, the sensation of her tight pussy clenching around him driving him wild. He could feel her wetness coating his cock, her juices flowing out to meet his. He ground his hips against hers, his cock pulsing inside her, the sensation of her heat and wetness almost too much to bear.
He couldn’t deny her anything. Not now, not ever. He was hers, completely and utterly.
Unable to deny her, he picked up his pace, moving in and out of her with deliberate, forceful thrusts. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her ankles crossed behind his back, pulling him deeper into her with each thrust. He grunted with each powerful drive into her, his cock hitting her cervix, her juices flowing out and coating his shaft.
He could feel her pussy gripping him, milking him, clamping down on his cock with every thrust. She was so fucking tight, so fucking hot, so fucking wet. So fucking beautiful. So fucking irresistible.
Before long, he was drilling her hard and deep, grunting with each thrust, shaking the headboard of the bed. She moaned and cried out, her fingernails digging into his back, leaving marks on his tanned skin. Her body was on fire.
He leaned down and captured her mouth, his kiss rough and demanding, almost brutal. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, exploring her, tasting her. His cock moved in and out of her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.
They were moaning in each others’ mouth, hungrily devouring each others’ saliva, their tongues wrestling against each others.
He reached down between their bodies and found her clit with his fingers. He rubbed it gently at first, then faster, his touch rough and aggressive. She moaned loudly into his mouth, her body convulsing with pleasure.
“Don’t stop Uncle, don’t stop, I am going to cum again,” she mumbled in his mouth. He felt her body trembling, her walls fluttering around his cock. He knew she was close, her body writhing beneath him, her nails digging into his back, her cries of pleasure muffled against his lips.
He moved his mouth from hers, kissing a trail of fire down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, sucking hard enough to leave a mark on each. He wanted to leave his mark on every inch of her body, wanted to possess every part of her. He nipped her nipples, soothing them with his tongue before moving lower, kissing every inch of her skin, tasting her, biting her, marking her.
She moaned and writhed beneath him, her body on fire, her pussy clenching around his cock, begging for more.
“Yes, yes, yes….Uncllleeee… Oh God, yessssss!!!!” she screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him relentlessly, pulling his cum from deep within him.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he felt his orgasm ripping through him. He threw his head back, a primal roar escaping his lips as his cock throbbed and pulsed, shooting his second load of hot seed deep into her waiting womb.
He kept moving in her, not slowing down, not going limp. He filled her pussy full of cum for a third time… then a fourth… and then a fifth, his last two orgasms coming back-to-back. It was like he was filling her with 18 years of pent-up cum.
Shruti lost count of how many orgasms she had as he kept fucking and filling her.
Finally, he collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged, his body soaked in sweat, his cock refusing to leave her pussy, even though he had finally started going limp inside her.
Shruti wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her legs still wrapped around his waist. She nuzzled his neck, kissing the sweat off his skin, her own body still trembling with the aftershocks of their multiple orgasms.
“I think we just broke the bed,” she giggled, her voice husky with pleasure.
Kabir chuckled softly, his breath still ragged. “I think we broke more than just the bed, beautiful.”
Kabir whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Shruti giggled again, her arms still wrapped around him. “I don’t want you to ever pull out of me,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his skin, “but we may have a problem. I got to pee, real bad.”
Shruti giggled as he lay on top of her, his cock still buried deep inside her. She could feel his cock twitching slightly inside her, not yet fully soft. She could feel their mixed juices leaking out of her pussy, coating her inner thighs.
Kabir burst out laughing and rolled off her body, sliding out of her with a wet pop. She squirmed as she felt the loss of him, aching for him to fill her again.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her ass. She moaned into his mouth, her body on fire, her pussy still throbbing with need. She could feel their combined juices leaking out of her and onto the sheets beneath them, the scent of sex filling the air.
“I may just pee the bed, if you keep doing this” she said giggling.
Shruti had never felt so alive, so full of life and energy as she ran to the bathroom, shedding her skirt and bikini bottoms along the way. Her bladder letting go as soon as she sat on the pot, she watched as his sperm leaked out of her along with her piss, a thick, creamy mixture that flooded the toilet bowl.
When she finally looked up, she saw him looking at her from the bathroom door that she had forgotten to close behind her, his eyes dark with desire. He stood leaning against the bathroom door, completely naked, his cock hard and ready again.
“Fuck, Shruti,” he said, his voice a low growl, his eyes locked on her pussy, “I want you so bad.”
Shruti giggled, standing up, finally completely naked, her naked body on display for him.
He drank her in, his eyes roaming her body, taking in every curve, every dip, every inch of her. She was exquisite, her skin creamy and flawless, her curves in all the right places. Her pussy was a work of art that he couldn’t wait to enjoy with his mouth and tongue.
He was next to her in two strides, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulders. She squealed and giggled as he carried her out of the bathroom and tossed her on the bed.
Spreading her legs wide, he was all over her pussy, kissing, licking, biting.
She was a wet mess — a combination of her piss, her juices and his cum coating his face and chin as he feasted on her. He sucked on her clit, making her buck her hips and scream.
“Fuck! Yes! Uncle, right there!” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets, her body writhing.
He growled against her, his tongue working her clit, his fingers spreading her lips wider, his tongue fucking her hole. He was a man possessed, his hunger for her insatiable.
He wanted to eat her, devour her, feed on her honey. Her taste was intoxicating, her scent arousing. He couldn’t get enough of her. He flicked his tongue over her clit, feeling her shudder beneath him.
“Uncleeeee, noooo…. God, yessssss!” she cried out, her pussy erupting in his mouth.
She came hard, her juices flowing into his mouth, her orgasm so strong that she thought she might pass out. She shook and trembled, her body convulsing with pleasure as Kabir devoured her, his tongue lapping up every drop of her essence.
“Fuck, I can’t believe how divine you taste, Shurti,” he groaned in her pussy and kept eating her out. She kept riding wave after wave of orgasm and kept flooding his mouth.
He kept licking and swallowing every drop of her cum, burying his face deeper into her pussy, his tongue delving deeper into her. He could feel her shaking, her hands pulling his hair, her body convulsing. She was gasping and moaning. He growled against her pussy, his mouth suctioning on her clit.
He was a man possessed, a man on a mission to make her cum until she begged for mercy. He was going to feast on her pussy, drink from her well until she had nothing left to give.
Just as he felt she was coming down, he entered her with two fingers, taking her orgasm to new heights, making her squirt even more violently, her body shaking and convulsing as she came for him again, and again, and again. He swallowed every drop, his fingers still deep inside her, moving in and out, fucking her with them.
Shruti’s body was shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breath coming in short gasps, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
“Fuck, Uncle, you’re incredible,” she moaned, her eyes closed, her body still trembling.
He growled low in his throat, his fingers moving faster inside her. “You taste like honey, Shruti. I could eat you all night.”
“I could feed you all night Uncle, you are just unbelievable.” Shruti said, her voice thick with desire, her body still quivering from the multiple orgasms he had induced. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth back to her pussy.
He ate her pussy for another hour, devouring her through orgasm after orgasm, swallowing her cum, licking her clean. He didn’t pull out of her, his fingers still fucking her, his tongue licking her clit every time he came up for air.
She was in a state of constant orgasm, her body writhing, her hands pulling his hair, her legs spread wide for him. She was lost in pleasure, her voice hoarse from crying out his name, her body aching from the countless orgasms he had wrung out of her.
Finally, he pulled his face away from her pussy and sucked her juices off his fingers.
Her body was shaking, her pussy still throbbing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck, I need you inside me, Uncle,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, his jaw clenched, his body trembling with need. “I was thinking the same thing.” He added, grinning at her.
He moved up her body, kissing, licking and biting his way up till his cock was at her entrance.
His tongue entered her mouth while his cock entered her pussy, making her moan in pleasure in his mouth as he filled her.
It was such an incredible sensation, feeling him inside her, filling her completely. He was so big, so thick, so hard. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, wanting him to fill her completely.
“Fuck, you are so perfect Shurti,” he mumbled in her mouth, “so tight, so sweet, so fucking perfect.” He started moving his hips, slowly at first, then faster, his cock driving in and out of her, filling her completely with each thrust. She arched her back, grinding against him, her hips moving in sync with his, her pussy clenching around his cock.
“Yes, yes, yes… fuck me, Uncle… please fuck me hard,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
He growled, a primal sound that sent shivers down her spine.
He grabbed her hips and started slamming into her, his cock hitting her cervix with each hard thrust. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her body shaking with every pounding of his cock into her.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Fuck, Shruti, I can’t hold on,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “Cum with me sweetness.”
“Oh God yessssss….Now Uncle, NOWWWWW!!!”, she screamed.
Kabir let out a primal roar exploding inside her, as her body convulsed and shook like a leaf in a storm
His cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting rivers of hot, thick sperm deep inside her, filling her womb with his seed. He held on to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
They did little else besides fucking like animals during their seven-day stay in the resort. They fucked everywhere, day and night.
They fucked in the beach under the moonlight, the waves splashing against their bodies as they moved together. They fucked in the shower, the hot water sluicing down their bodies as their lips met in passionate kisses, their hands roaming each other’s bodies, their hips grinding together.
They fucked on the balcony, the cool night air caressing their sweat-drenched bodies, the stars above them witnessing their carnal dance. They fucked in the swimming pool, the water buoying their bodies as they moved together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
The dawn of their last day in Goa ended the euphoria of the freedom they had got used to enjoying. He had patients he could no longer keep waiting. She was bound to the paperwork and delays of winding up her mother’s estate.
They parted at the airport with promises neither of them tried to verbalize. She held herself together until he disappeared past security before turning away.
The hospital had been a mix of emotions. On the one hand there were those in pain, those worried for their loved ones and those grieving their losses. On the other were those thankful and grateful.
Thanksgiving Day had been hard for Kabir. His fiancé was a big believer. Since her death all those years ago, festivals left him feeling empty and hollow. He had never been able to get over her loss. He felt guilty for not even thinking about her during the week with Shruti in Goa.
He should have felt a paternal instinct towards her, not the primal craving for her barely adult body. His mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions as he opened the gate of his house and walked up the graveled pathway.
It had been a long day. He was beyond exhausted from the 18-hour shift. He did not need an emotional conflict. What he needed was coffee, sleep or better still, Shruti.
As he climbed the three steps leading to the door, he noticed the manila envelope. His name was scrawled on the front in a hurried, slanted handwriting. He smiled remembering the other envelope — exactly like this one — he had found not so long ago.
He picked it up, opened the door and stepped inside. He flicked on the lights, set his keys on the table by the door and ripped open the envelope.
A sonogram image and a thank you note fell into his hands. He stared at the image, his breath catching in his throat. It was the first sonogram, so the form of the baby was unclear, but he was a doctor who had seen a million sonograms. He knew what he was looking at. All the exhaustion vanished as his face lit up with happiness.
He felt a warmth spread through his chest as he read the note.
“Uncle LG (giggle),
Thank you for giving me yet another life…
your life, in me…our life.
I Love you,
– Shruti
PS: There’s an emptiness between my legs and in my heart that only you can fill. Waiting till we meet again.“
“I love you too,” he whispered, caressing the words on the note. He read it again and again, his heart pounding in his chest. He was going to be a father. The demons were gone, just like that.
He couldn’t have received a better thank you. He reached into his pocked and pulled out the little jewelry box containing the ring he had got his fiancé all those years ago. It was time to put it on a finger. He smiled.
There couldn’t be a better Thanksgiving!
THE END
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