All characters are above 18 and this story is a work of fiction.
Some clarification: - While some parts of the story series are true, at the end it is a fictionalized story.
And I know chapters are kinda long. Sorry about that. I originally write books. But from this chapter I have tried changing my writing style to the stories are more erotic.
Enjoy. Cheers.
Ch-8 Lucky Guy
The next morning, I woke up early with Tanya's thick, juicy thighs smothering my face as she lay sleeping lost to the world. Her hot, sweaty cunt was plastered against my mouth, her swollen pussy lips already leaking sticky morning juices onto my tongue.
My life in college was nothing out of the ordinary. Top 5% of the guys in every society get a lot of women. And I was/am one of them (luckily).
This is just how female mind works. They value the same qualities in a man -- good looks, money, conversationally fluent with a sense of self-worth. Women like men that don't get dragged into their emotional games and manipulations. And these men are most often not good guys.
Though personally I felt my sex life was very ordinary. What made my experience unique were not gold-diggers like Anchal, Payal or Jhanvi but filthy perverted girls like Tanya and Pooja. Girls whose sexual perversions were as dark and nasty as mine.
Tanya was from the typical business family of Delhi, where women got arranged married right after college. So, she enjoyed her life like a total cock-hungry slut while she could. College for her was just a way to get her holes destroyed.
Now back to the story, I was 8 months into my college life. I had gotten good grades in my first sem exams and even though this story is mostly about sex, it was just a small percentage of my time. I played football and table tennis in college, went on long road trips with guys. Went to pubs and clubs. Partied all night in other people's apartments. Hung about the college canteen all day. Got high before classes. All the usual good stuff. I had a great social life apart from women (minus the family part).
Like a normal Delhi guy, I got into some fist fights but nothing too much.
I checked my phone. Pooja had sent a lot of messages. She was worried. The guy from Indore was messaging her non-stop. I told her to block him and make her profile private. The problem was over.
While Pooja was on her way to her classes, me and Tanya skipped college. I knew we were going to fuck instead even before asking her.
It was already March and I had no fix on the 6th girl for my dare. Kajal was to be mine soon, once I was done with Tanya's filthy demands. Then, I had to focus on finding the 6th girl.
It was an exciting challenge. If I lost it would only cost me 2 lakh rupees and Tanya. Even though it was nothing big I still didn't want to share her cum-guzzling holes with anyone else.
In the afternoon we went to college, not to attend classes but to hang out with friends. Pooja messaged me how pleased and dripping she was with last night but would not do any more dares involving her aunt. She had not been caught twice but it was an eventuality if she continued. She really feared that. She wanted to try riskier, nastier things outside her home and had convinced her parents to allow her to move to a PG (women's hostel) for her second year as a medical student.
A medical student needed time for studies which were compromised in a home environment with social obligations. And so, her parents had agreed. For her it was now just sex and studies.
I respected that.
All afternoon, Tanya and I hung about the college canteen with our friends, joking chatting and just having a nice time. For them, we were just best friends and they knew Tanya had a revolving number of bfs. So, they never suspected anything. Amber who was a girl from north-east in our group handed me her phone with a broken screen to get repaired. I had a friend at Nehru place and she didn't speak much Hindi so I offered to get it done.
By 6 PM, Tanya and I peeled away from the world and returned to my apartment, where more whiskey was already waiting like an old accomplice. We fell into the soft wreckage of my bed, the evening buzz softening the edges of Delhi outside my window. Our conversation drifted--complaints about power cuts, memories of rooftop parties, the humid ache of the city--all while we poured more amber liquid into our glasses, diluting the hours and our blood.
By 8 PM, we were dancing. Or swaying like horny animals. An upbeat Punjabi track thumped from the speaker, and Tanya's fat ass moved in loose, cock-teasing circles. The whiskey had lit a nasty glow under her skin. That was when it struck me: Tanya wanted other men. Prashant. The delivery guy. Her withholding a willing Kajal was the proof of that. Proof of how serious her depraved hunger was.
I couldn't stop her. But I could be in charge of it and make it as filthy as possible.
She was that kind of a hungry, cock-addicted woman who was impossible to contain. If I didn't feed her hunger, someone else would.
So, I decided to orchestrate her desire. It had to be perfect though, a lot could go wrong.
The plan crystallized in the half-hour haze of a forgotten movie.
Then, I waited.
At 9 PM, the doorbell rang.
I made my way to the door, cigarette dangling, performing the slight stumble of a man pleasantly drunk. "Jitender," I said, my voice thick. "All good?"
"Yes, sir. Your order." He handed over the bag, his eyes filled with familiar disappointment at seeing no one else beside me. "Two chicken burgers, two Cokes, one fries."
I took the bag and made a show of checking its contents. "You want a drink?"
He paused, then nodded. "Just a little, sir."
I walked toward my bedroom instead. "Come," I said, without looking back.
He followed.
The room was brightly lit by a single fluorescent lamp. Tanya lay on her stomach across the bed, her eyes glued to the laptop screen, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of black floral panties. Fabric stretched obscenely over her fat ass, riding up just enough to reveal the soft underside of each cheek and the hint of her tight asshole. Her creamy skin looked like poured milk compared to her black clothing. She didn't turn. She didn't need to.
The delivery guy stopped in the doorway looking with bulging eyes. I watched his face -- the shock, and the raw animal desire in his eyes. Clutching his delivery helmet tight.
"Sit," I said quietly, nodding toward the edge of the bed.
He didn't move at first. His eyes darted between the exposed curves of Tanya's juicy ass, the delicate cotton framing her cheeks, and my calm expression. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.
Tanya finally shifted, rolling onto her side with grace. She propped her head up on one elbow, her eyes narrowing into a perfectly scripted frown. Her gaze traveled from me to him, lingering on the quick rise and fall of his chest, the obvious thick bulge growing against his uniform pants. She let her eyes flutter dismissively before moving them back to the laptop screen.
"Don't be shocked, he often joins us for a drink" I said, my voice low.
She nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving the screen (Perfect acting). "I remember. You told."
I set the food bag down and poured three generous pegs of whiskey.
"Here," I said giving him a glass, "I thought I should offer a drink today too. You looked tired."
His skin was warm, slightly damp. He took the glass with trembling hands.
As if on cue, Tanya stretched. It was a feline move, arching her back off the mattress in a slow curve that tightened her panties. They slid a fraction higher, hugging tighter and revealing even more of her plump ass flesh. His breath stopped for a heartbeat. He was caught -- between fear and filthy hunger.
We drank. The whiskey burned its way down. Tanya sat up fully, settling her bare back against the wall. She folded her legs, half drawing her knees up to her chest in an inviting M-shape. Her movements were neither rushed nor crude.
The thin fabric of her panties was now pulled painfully tight, clinging to her swollen pussy lips. The skin of her inner thighs -- soft as velvet, untouched by sun -- was open to the visitor. The light traced a path upward to her intimate lovehole now openly displayed between her parted thighs. Thick moisture had begun to darken and soak through the vertical lips of her cunt.
The contrast between them was unholy and disgusting.
The delivery guy was short, about 5'5, scrawny, his skin a light shade of charcoal from years of sun and street dust. His clothes hung on him, worn thin, smelling of unwashed fabric, stale sweat, and long nights. His jeans were frayed at the hem, his shoes cracked and caked with mud. His hair fell in greasy strands across his sunken face.
Tanya, on the other hand, was 5'5 of pure sculpted opulence. Skin so pale it glowed. Thick, black hair streaked with expensive golden highlights, cascading down like silk.
It was perverse but I understood it. It wasn't just about lust -- it was about power. The power to be worshipped by someone who could never have her. And I wanted to watch every filthy second.
So, I began asking him questions about his day, his work, the small brutalities of his life. My tone was casual, steady, as if a half-naked goddess sitting with her legs spread was the most normal thing in the world. And with every answer, I drew Tanya into the conversation, her voice a melodic contrast to his hesitant replies.
"Do you ever get Sundays off?" I asked, sipping my whiskey.
"Sometimes, sir," he murmured, eyes flicking to Tanya's dripping crotch.
"And what do you do then?" Tanya chimed in, leaning forward slightly. The movement made her heavy breasts shift. "Do you rest?"
He couldn't speak for a moment. He was staring at the place where her inner thigh met her hip, at the faint trail of her dark pubic hair.
"I... rest," he finally managed, his voice a whisper.
My hand found Tanya's knee. I let my palm rest there, a possessive claim, my thumb stroking higher up her soft thigh. I could feel the faint tremor in her muscle.
"Pass me the cigarettes," I said to her, my voice low and rough.
I lit a cigarette as he kept watching my hand on her leg, mesmerized. I poured more whiskey into his empty glass. He didn't protest. The customary refusal was gone, strangled by his raw need.
"You stay with your family," I stated, blowing smoke toward the ceiling.
He nodded, his gaze still glued to my fingers creeping closer to Tanya's soaked panties.
I decided to turn the screw further.
"Tanya," I said, my eyes locking with Jitender's. "Fetch me a water bottle from the kitchen I need to make the drinks."
She understood perfectly, her face settling into a mask of performative irritation. With excruciating slowness, she unfolded herself from the bed. First one leg, then the other, swinging them over the edge. Her shirt rode higher, baring her lower belly. Then she stood -- and in that suspended moment, her back was fully to him, her ass angled perfectly.
The fabric of her panties was now a mere scrap buried deep in the valley of her ass cheeks, leaving most of her plump, peach-soft flesh completely exposed. She held the pose, letting him stare at the dimples at the base of her spine and the faint tremor in her thighs. If he reached out, he could almost touch her.
Then she walked, hips swaying like a whore, each step making the panties shift and reveal more. She paused at the doorway, looked back over her shoulder.
"Anything else?" she asked, her voice husky.
"Just the water," I said, "And the weed from the cupboard."
She disappeared and I turned back to him. His breathing was broken, his glass frozen halfway to his lips. His pupils were blown wide. Sweat glistened on his upper lip. He was drowning in her.
She returned, handed me the water, then moved to the almirah behind him. She bent at the waist, then sank into a low squat, one knee on the floor. She had tugged her panties higher -- they were now barely covering anything. From where Jitender sat, the outline of her asshole and the bottom of her dripping cunt were clearly visible.
She retrieved the weed and when she turned, her ass was inches from his face. Close enough that he could smell her arousal. He didn't move. He just stared.
Tanya handed me the weed and walked to the bathroom, closing the door.
After two agonizing minutes, the bathroom door opened.
Tanya emerged, skin dewy, hair tousled. She climbed onto the mattress and settled beside me, facing Jitender fully. Then she let her legs fall open into a wide, unashamed V. The pose was deliberate.
Jitender's glass clinked against his teeth as he took a desperate sip.
As I began crushing weed, she leaned back, arching her spine. She engaged him in conversation -- asked if he had a girlfriend, who else was in his family -- her voice hypnotic. Her legs stayed spread wide.
Then I noticed it: her soft left pussy lip had slipped free from the side of her panties, a glistening pink petal. I moved my hand between her legs, hooked the fabric, and tugged it back roughly. My fingertips came away soaked with her cunt juice.
I gave her a sharp, stern look. "Yours was showing. Have some fucking manners," I said, my voice low but clear.
She scoffed. "You've seen everything, behenchod. And I'm probably never going to see him again. I don't care."
She had cemented the lewdness. Normalized it.
I returned to rolling the joint. Instead of licking the paper, I reached between Tanya's spread thighs, shoved two fingers deep into her sloppy, dripping cunt, stirred her creamy juices, and then dragged my soaked fingers along the rolling paper, sealing it with her pussy nectar. Tanya's lips curved into a predatory smile while she kept talking to him.
I lit the joint. Then I leaned into Tanya and exhaled thick smoke into her open mouth. Our tongues met, sharing the taste of weed, whiskey, and her own cunt. I passed her the joint.
She took a drag, then beckoned Jitender forward with one finger. He moved like a man in a trance. Tanya held the joint to his lips, her other hand resting on the back of his greasy neck. "Inhale," she whispered. Then she leaned in and forced her smoke into his mouth with a deep, filthy kiss, her tongue invading him. His hands trembled.
"Good," she breathed.
Her hand slid down to his chest. She pushed him back and laughed throatily.
"Take pictures," I said, my voice low and unyielding.
I handed Jitender my phone.
First, I reached for Tanya. My hands slid beneath her top, dragging it up and over her head. Her black lace bra followed. Her heavy breasts spilled free: full, soft, swaying, pale pink areolas and hard nipples begging to be abused. I kissed her deep, groping her tits roughly, squeezing hard until she moaned.
"Click."
I stripped naked, my thick cock rock hard. Tanya's eyes dropped to it hungrily.
"Now the panties," I told her.
She rose onto her knees, facing Jitender. She hooked her thumbs into her soaked panties and peeled them down slowly, letting the fabric stick to her wet pussy lips before tossing them aside. Her trimmed cunt glistened, lips swollen and parted.
I sat behind her, pulling her against my chest. I mauled her tits, pinching her nipples, biting her neck. "Click."
"Closer."
He crawled nearer. Tanya leaned in and kissed him deeply while grinding on my lap.
"Remove your clothes," she murmured against his mouth.
He obeyed. His body was pathetic -- ribs showing, thin arms, small dark cock rigid and leaking.
Tanya positioned herself behind him, pressed her tits against his back, and stroked his small cock. Click.
"Bend over."
He got on all fours. Tanya spread his scrawny ass cheeks wide, exposing his dirty asshole. She lowered her face and started licking -- slow circles around his rim before pushing her wet tongue inside him, rimming him deep and nasty. He moaned like a broken whore. Click after click.
Then she made him suck her tits -- clumsy and desperate. Click.
She straddled his face, lowered her dripping cunt and ass onto his mouth, and ground down hard, smothering him completely. She rode his face brutally, using his nose on her clit and his tongue in her holes. Click. I zoomed in on her ass swallowing his face.
After a long minute, she rose, her juices all over his face.
"Turn him over. On his stomach."
Tanya spread him again and buried her tongue back into his asshole, tongue-fucking him deeper while I captured every obscene moment.
Then she got on all fours, ass high. Jitender crawled behind her and devoured her -- licking her dripping cunt and then her tight asshole with desperate hunger, sucking and pushing his tongue inside her. Tanya moaned and pushed back, feeding him her holes. I circled them, taking close-ups of his tongue buried in her ass and cunt, her juices dripping down his chin.
I didn't stop until the phone was full of proof.
"Take him in your mouth, suck it."
Tanya twisted around, licked his sweaty balls, sucked them one by one, then devoured his small cock, bobbing and slurping loudly while I fucked her hard from behind, pounding her cunt. I buried my thumb deep in her asshole.
Click. The ultimate picture: my cock balls-deep in her cunt, thumb in her ass, and her mouth stuffed with his cock.
Jitender came down her throat. She swallowed greedily. I pulled out and painted her ass and back with thick ropes of cum.
But we kept going.
Tanya mounted him and rode his cock. I got behind her and pushed into her tight asshole. We double-penetrated her -- me in her shithole, him in her cunt -- stretching both her holes mercilessly. She screamed and shook, cumming hard.
We fucked her like animals until Jitender came again and I flooded her asshole with my load.
After two minutes of heavy, sticky silence, I spoke.
"You should go, Jitender."
He dressed slowly, eyes never leaving her naked, cum-covered body. Tanya nuzzled into me, satisfied and glowing.
I knew she would want to go much deeper into her desire for other men. She stayed wet and squirming the entire night, scrolling through the pictures and videos again and again, fingering her cum-filled cunt and ass.
But I had my dare to focus on, and now I had Kajal.