Zahir’s 100th Count
“Fuck,” Aarti moaned as Zahir’s cock filled her completely, the sensation of his thickness stretching her pussy sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She had never felt so alive, so wanted.
“You like that, don’t you?” Rani purred, her eyes never leaving the scene before her. “You like having his big cock inside you.”
Aarti nodded, her cheeks flushing with desire. She had never talked about sex so openly before, but with her friends here, with Zahir’s cock pumping into her, it was as if she had been born for this moment.
Zahir looked up at Rani, his eyes dark with lust. “Your turn,” he growled, pulling out of Aarti with a wet pop.
Rani eagerly straddled Zahir, her wet pussy sliding down onto his cock, taking him in deep. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, and let out a guttural moan that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. Pooja and Aarti watched, their own desires reflected in their eyes as Rani began to ride him with wild abandon.
“Oh, fuck,” Rani groaned, her hips moving in a frenzied dance. “You’re so big, so deep.”
“Take it, baby,” Zahir encouraged, his hands on her waist, guiding her movements.
The room was filled with the sounds of passion: the slap of flesh on flesh, the wet suction of Rani’s pussy as it enveloped his cock, and the ragged breaths of the three women. The air grew thick with the musky scent of arousal, a heady aroma that seemed to fuel their desire even further.
“I want to taste you,” Pooja murmured, her voice thick with need. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the precum from the tip of Zahir’s cock as it emerged from Rani’s tight sheath.
“Fuck, yes,” Zahir groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth.
Pooja took him in, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep, her eyes never leaving Rani’s. She bobbed her head up and down, her mouth a warm, wet haven for his cock as Rani continued to ride him. The sight of the two of them, their eyes locked as they shared his cock, was almost too much for Aarti to bear.
Her own hand snaked down to her clit, her fingers working in tight circles as she watched. She had never seen anything so erotic in her life, the raw passion between them a stark contrast to the stolen, furtive moments she had shared with her own husband.
“Come for me,” Zahir ordered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air.
Rani’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she did as she was told, her body convulsing around him as she came hard. Aarti felt the pressure building within her own body, her orgasm just a heartbeat away as she watched her friend’s climax.
Zahir pulled out of Rani, his cock glistening with her juices. “On your knees,” he said to Aarti, his voice commanding.
Aarti obeyed, her heart racing as she watched him approach. He slammed into her from behind, her face buried in the pillows to muffle her screams. It was a rough, primal fuck, the kind that she had only dreamed about in her darkest fantasies.
“Yes, yes, like that,” she panted, her body shaking with each powerful thrust.
The women watched as Zahir claimed Aarti, his big cock disappearing into her tight pussy, the sound of their lovemaking echoing through the room. It was a scene of pure carnality, a moment where the lines of friendship and desire blurred into a haze of passion.
Pooja couldn’t resist anymore. She straddled Zahir’s face, his tongue diving into her wetness as he continued to fuck Aarti with an intensity that was almost frightening. The three of them moved as one, their bodies a tapestry of passion that seemed to defy the very laws of nature.
The tension grew, the room a pressure cooker of lust and need. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the heavens, Zahir came, his cum filling Aarti’s pussy with a warmth that seemed to seep into her very soul. Rani and Pooja watched, their own orgasms close behind, their bodies trembling with the power of their shared experience.
They collapsed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in time with the beat of their passion. For a moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing and the sticky wetness that coated their skin.
Then, as if on cue, they began to giggle, the tension of the moment breaking like a dam. It was a giggle that grew into full-blown laughter, their bodies shaking with the release of pent-up emotion. They held each other tight, their friendship stronger than ever before, bound by the secrets they now shared.
“We can’t let this be our last time,” Pooja whispered, her eyes shining with mischief.
Zahir looked at her, his cock still hard despite his recent release. “I don’t think I could ever get enough of you all,” he admitted, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Rani nodded in agreement. “We’ll find a way,” she said, her voice filled with determination. “We’ll make sure this isn’t our last taste of the forbidden fruit.”
And so they did. They continued to meet, their rendezvous a secret shared by only the four of them. Each time, they pushed the boundaries further, exploring each other’s bodies with a hunger that seemed insatiable. They tried new things, their moans and sighs of pleasure a sweet symphony that filled the air.
One night, as the moon cast shadows through the open window, Rani found herself on her knees, her mouth open wide, ready to take Zahir’s cock down her throat. He watched, his eyes hooded with desire, as she took him in, inch by delicious inch. The sound of her gagging only spurred him on, his cock swelling with each deep-throated moan she made.
“You’re so good at that,” he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her movements.
“I want to make you cum,” Rani replied, her voice muffled by his shaft. “I want to taste you.”
The words sent a bolt of pleasure through him, and he let out a groan that seemed to shake the very earth. He thrust into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat, her eyes watering with the effort. But she didn’t stop, her determination unyielding.
“I’m going to cum,” he warned, his voice tight with the effort of holding back.
Rani nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she worked his cock with her mouth, her hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very heavens, he came, his cum filling her mouth, her cheeks bulging with the force of his release. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.
Their passion grew more intense with each encounter, their bodies a canvas for each other’s desires. They experimented with toys and positions, pushing each other to new heights of pleasure, their moans a sweet soundtrack to the clandestine symphony of their love. They were a quartet of forbidden lust, their bond unbreakable.
Three months had passed since that fateful night, and Zahir felt a strange sense of excitement mixed with the usual anticipation. He sent out messages to his three favorite lovers, Rani, Pooja, and Aarti. The text was simple yet held a tantalizing promise: “I’ve reached 99. Will you help me reach the century?”
The replies were swift and eager. “Of course,” they each texted back, the emojis of kisses and heart eyes speaking volumes of their eagerness to indulge in the sinful delight they had all grown to crave.
Pooja’s mind raced with excitement at the thought of introducing Anushka to their secret world of passion. Anushka, married to Pooja’s husband’s cousin, was known for her shy demeanor and quiet disposition. Yet, Pooja had heard the whispers of her own dissatisfaction with her marital bed, and she knew that deep down, Anushka craved the kind of love that only Zahir could provide.
“Diwali night,” Pooja texted back to Zahir, her thumbs flying over the phone’s screen. “husband’s cousin’s wife Anushka will be here, and I’ll make sure she’s ready for you.”
“Good,” he replied with a wink emoji. “Tell her to wear something…comfortable.”
Pooja couldn’t help but smile as she thought of Anushka’s fair skin, her body a natural masterpiece of curves and softness that seemed to have been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her friend’s shyness was a stark contrast to the fiery passion that she had glimpsed during their stolen moments together, and she knew that with Zahir’s skilled touch, Anushka would blossom into a creature of pure desire.
The night of Diwali had arrived, the air thick with the scent of incense and the sound of distant fireworks. Pooja had arranged for a private room at the back of the house, far from the prying eyes of family and neighbors. She had decorated it with candles and soft fabrics, creating an atmosphere that screamed of intimacy and desire.
As the festivities grew louder, Pooja slipped away, her heart pounding in anticipation. She found Anushka in the kitchen, her hands shaking as she stirred a pot of spicy curry. “You look nervous,” Pooja whispered, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
“I am,” Anushka admitted, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. “What if he doesn’t find me…desirable?”
Pooja took her hand, her voice filled with reassurance. “Trust me, Anushka. With Zahir, you’ll feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.”
The moment Anushka saw Zahir, her fears melted away. He was dressed in a simple white shalwar kameez, his dark hair and eyes gleaming in the candlelight. He took her in, his gaze lingering on the soft swell of her breasts beneath her blouse.
“You’re even more stunning than I imagined,” he said, his voice a warm caress.
Anushka blushed, her eyes dropping to the floor. “Thank you,” she murmured.
The room grew quiet as Zahir approached her, his hands reaching for the buttons of her blouse. She trembled as he revealed her creamy skin, her breasts spilling out like ripe fruits. His mouth found her nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing until it was a hard, sensitive peak. She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance.
“I want to taste all of you,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
Her eyes wide with excitement, Anushka nodded, her voice a mere whisper. “Please.”
He led her to the bed, the soft fabric of the mattress enveloping her as he kissed his way down her body. His tongue danced across her belly, pausing briefly at her navel before continuing its descent. When he reached her pussy, she was already wet, her juices glistening in the candlelight.
“So sweet,” he murmured before diving in, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of her sex.
Anushka’s body arched off the bed as she felt his mouth on her most intimate parts. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, a sensation that was at once foreign and exquisite.
Zahir’s tongue swirled around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and she moaned, her legs trembling. He licked and nibbled, exploring every inch of her pussy as if it were a map to her soul. Her juices flowed like a river, drenching his face and filling the air with the sweet musk of her arousal.
“Oh god, yes,” she whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him to her. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. His tongue was a magic wand, conjuring up sensations that she hadn’t known existed.
He slipped two fingers into her, curling them in a way that made her see stars. She bucked her hips, grinding herself against his face, desperate for more. He responded by adding a third finger, stretching her tight passage.
Withdrawing his fingers, he looked up at her, his eyes filled with hunger. “I need to fuck you,” he growled, his voice a raw rasp of need.
Anushka nodded, unable to form coherent words. Her pussy was on fire, begging for his cock. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging at her entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and intense.
“More than ready,” she panted.
With one swift movement, he thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, the sensation overwhelming. He was so big, so thick, it was almost too much. But she didn’t want him to stop.
He began to move, his hips pistoning in a rhythm that seemed to match the beating of her heart. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he claimed her body with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
The room was a blur of sensation, the only thing in focus the connection between them. The sound of their bodies slapping together was like a drumbeat that grew louder and more insistent with every passing second.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, soul-stealing kiss. Their tongues danced together, mimicking the dance of their hips. His hand found her breast, squeezing and kneading, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“Cum for me,” he groaned against her mouth, his thrusts growing harder, faster. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with a force that left her trembling and gasping for air. She felt him tense, his cock swelling even more inside her, and then he was coming, too, his hot seed flooding her womb.
As they lay there, their bodies still entwined, the room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths. Anushka had never felt more alive, more connected. She looked into his eyes and saw a reflection of her own passion, a mirror to the desire that had just been unleashed.
Their encounter had been a revelation, a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. And she knew, deep in her soul, that she would never be the same.
The next morning, Anushka awoke with a start, the memory of the night before washing over her like a warm wave. Her body was sore in the most delightful way, a constant reminder of the passionate night she had shared with Zahir. She lay in bed, her hand absently tracing the path he had taken with his lips and tongue, her mind racing with thoughts of their next rendezvous.
