This is a fictional story based on my fantasies about a show I watch in my language. All the characters are fictional and strictly above 18. I prefer stories with a plot that get us involved in the story and leads to sex rather than stories with just wild sex. My stories are bit lengthy and usually have everything like gay sex, lesbianism, threesomes, groupsex and mainly incest. If they do not suit you please give these a pass. Enjoy the story.
If you haven't read the previous part, I would suggest to read it first before getting to this part as this is a continuation. But you can enjoy it by itself too. So far we have covered how Kartik saw his parents have sex, which introduced him to the world of sex and how he fell in love with his mom and how he fucked his first girlfriend.
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But after four years, when we were finally getting done with our studies, I decided to break up with her, as I wanted to explore more and enjoy and have sex with other girls too. I dint want to be stuck with one girl. So on the final day of our college, I broke up with her. She dint believe me in the start, but when she understood I was serious, she begged but I was determined to break up.
After breaking up, I continued my higher studies in another college. During this time I dated a couple of girls and flirted with few more. I ended up having one night stands as well as long term relationships, which were never longer than 6 months. I was upfront with the girls by letting them know what I was looking for in the relationship, which was mainly sex. After two years of staying away, mouni had again appeared in my life. She called me asking to meet up. I said, only if she was not going to beg me to get back together to which she accepted.
Mouni: "I have been missing you kartik. You were the best thing to happen in my life."
Me: "Me too mouni. Whatever happened between us was amazing. But I can't go back to it."
Mouni: "I know. Don't worry. I won't beg you to be with me."
Me: "So, why did you call me?"
Mouni: "Actually, I wanted to share something with you.. In those 4 years I enjoyed a lot of sex with you. I have become addicted to you and having sex with you. After you broke up with me I was lost and started having sex with a lot of people. I probably had sex with 7 - 8 different guys but no one could make me happy like you did."
Me: "So what do you want me to do?"
Mouni: "I know you don't want to get back with me, but at least I want to be friends with benefits with you. I know I can't get you back, but at least I want to have sex with you."
I kind of liked the idea. Even I probably had sex with 6-7 girls after mouni but the way mouni was, wild in bed, couldn't be matched by anyone else. And over that I was with her for four years and she knew what made me happy and all. And, since she had come for it, now I was sure I would be able to convince her to do lot more stuff like threesomes and all. So I accepted her proposal and started enjoying sex with her on a regular basis.
Time passed by, and I was celebrating my 25th birthday on that day. I was one of the most sought after doctors by then in the city and also one of the most eligible bachelors. I was getting quite a few proposals for marriage from different kinds of rich as well as influential families. But I was in no hurry to get married as I was busy with my work as well as various girls I was getting to have sex with. By then I had sex with at least 20 different girls and aunties, some on a regular basis and some one night stands. I had sex with couple of nurses in my hospital, wives and daughters of my patients and some milfs I met in random places. I was enjoying my life to the fullest.
This is when Deepa had entered into my life. I was checking on my final patients for the day, before I went to celebrate my birthday with mouni and others. That is when Deepa had entered into my room with her dad, for his treatment. She wasn't that pretty nor my type, as she was thin and with small boobs and ass. But something in her face attracted me and I started lusting for her. She was wearing a cheap saree with blouse and from the look of it, I realized they were not that rich. I was trying to focus on her dad and figure out the problem but she kept on disturbing me.
I dint know what was happening to me, as I had met and had sex with prettier girls than her but for some reason she was different. I wanted to have sex with her. I hatched a plan to seduce her. Over the period of next couple weeks, while treating her dad, I made various advances towards her. I invited her for coffee. I tried to flirt with her. I tried gifting her things. But she always rejected my proposals. That was making me even more desperate. It was hurting my ego too. And with every advance she was rejecting, she was making me long for her even more.
After trying several methods and getting rejected, I was not able to sleep. I was now determined to have sex with her at any cost. I tried inquiring about her and got to know that she is her father's pet and a very conservative girl. She is one of those orthodox types who will even kiss a guy only after getting married. She never had a boyfriend. She would only marry the guy who her father chose for her. This attracted me more towards her. I decided to marry her and change her completely from her father's pet into my sex addicted slut.
I informed my decision to marry her to my parents who were now pretty well off. They made a lot of money in the family business and we got very rich. They initially dint approve of it, as they wanted me to get married to some rich girl. But I stood my ground and decided to marry her and make her my slut. I took the proposal to her father and he readily accepted it, as I was a rich and famous doctor.
Being a conservative daughter she said yes to the wedding. But I got a shock when I went to her home with my parents to talk about the wedding. As her mother had died, her father married another woman and Deepa had a step sister named Sravya. When I saw Sravya for the first time, I cursed myself for deciding to marry Deepa. Sravya looked just like an angel. Infact she was a model. She was fair, tall and little thin but with great boobs. She had a round ass too. Even Sravya's mom was looking great, though, not as great as my mom. A little fat with huge breasts. I was sure I couldn't fit those boobs in my hands. Of all the ladies present Deepa could be ranked the last.
But, I consoled myself saying that maybe with the help of Deepa I will get to bang Sravya and maybe Sravya's mom too. Anyways, it was too late to change anything and I was really determined to bang Deepa and make her my slut. So, as planned, we got married the following month and our first night was planned for the same night. I was waiting in the bedroom and Deepa entered the room in a white saree, with a glass of milk. She was looking pretty in the saree. I walked her to the bed and made her sit on the bed and drank milk.
Me: "So tell me deepa, are you happy to marry me?"
Deepa: "Yes Kartik."
Me: "Don't worry, I will make you very happy. You will see heaven today. Do you know what we are supposed to do today?"
She gave me a blank look. It's then I realized what attracted me to her. Her innocence. I took her head into my hands and started kissing her on the lips. Then I made her stand up. While kissing on her neck slowly, I removed her saree and then her blouse. I was a little disappointed by the size of her boobs. Then I undressed her slowly one by one and within no time, she was standing naked in front of me.
After trying to see her naked and fuck her for so long, finally today was the day I was going to fuck her out of her mind. I also got undressed immediately and my stiffened cock was out in the open. She looked at it and gasped. I looked at her and asked if she had seen a cock before. She nodded no.
Me: "Even in porn?"
Deepa: "I have never seen porn."
Me: "So, do you know what do with it?"
