Ishika Chapter 4 : Sri Lanka Lust Saga

                                               Ishika's sexual invasions Part 4: 

                                                          Sri Lanka Lust Saga

I asked Krish, " When is my flight to Mumbai? I have finished the project here."

I was in Puttulam, a town in Sri Lanka, for the last week. Every day, I returned to the hotel late after work and was too tired to even think of sightseeing.

I would crash on the bed. Now, I was homesick, or fuck sick, I missed out on all the fun and fucking in the office. I wanted to go back and engage all those eight hungry cocks.

Krish hesitated and said, "There is a small problem. You have to go back to Colombo after ten days. Another project."

I sighed and said," So be it. I will return in ten days. Book my flight to Mumbai."

Krish said," Hmm. We miss you too. I recommend that you richly deserve a paid holiday for all your hard work, sincerity, and brilliant ideas during brainstorming sessions. The head office readily agreed. So, enjoy the Sri Lankan beaches, hills, and of course, some heavy-duty fucking with Sri Lankan cocks."

I laughed and said, “Are you joking? I hardly know anyone here."

Krish said,'' You need not know anyone. Even if you are in a burqa, you will make men wet their pants with cum."

I suddenly recalled my fucking rendezvous while in a burqa.

Once, I was killing time in a movie theater to give quality fuck time to Kavya, my roommate. The movie was good, and I was absorbed when I felt someone's hot gaze on my boobs.

I turned and looked. One young man in his late teens was seated in the corner seat of my row, and he was staring at my boob profile. The moment he realized I was watching, his eyes snapped toward the screen, locked in a sudden, sharp panic.

The theater had only a handful of people scattered around. I was horny in an instant; what turned me on, I still don't know.

I turned sideways in my seat and draped one arm over the headrest of the adjacent seat so that he had a full view of my boobs.

When he looked at me again, his jaw dropped. I had unbuttoned the top two buttons of my top, exposing my cleavage. He gulped, undecided about what to do.

I smiled, patted the vacant seat next to me, and gestured. He came, sat, and our thighs were brushing.

He said, "Hi."

I smiled and said," Hi. Why are you watching me instead of the movie?"

He stammered, "You are beautiful...and sexy. More interesting than the movie."

He was tall and slim, with large eyes, long eyelashes that any girl would die for, and a luscious mouth.

I moved closer, and our arms touched warmly.

I asked him," What do you like about me?"

Now, he was getting confident; he said," Your smile, boobs, and friendliness."

I grabbed his face and kissed him, and he didn't waste time; he grabbed my tits and squeezed. He was a good kisser.

I whispered in his ear," Do you have any places? I hate to stay in hotels."

He left my tits and got up and said," Come on, let's go."

I was puzzled and followed him. I expected him to confess that he did not have any, and I thought I would give him a blow job and make him lick me if possible.

As we left, I asked him, "Where are we going?"

He said," My home."

I stopped in my tracks and said," Are you crazy?"

He smiled and said," No. No one is at home. Parents went to another town to attend a marriage. My sister will come in the evening from college. She asked me to collect her burqa."

He took a burqa from a bag and asked me to put it on.

As I put it on, I asked him, " What is your plan?"

He said," We will go home and fuck until evening. Neighbors will think you are my sister. Then I will drop you wherever you want, take the burqa, and pick up my sister from college."

I smiled at his audacity and was further excited by the stares of men on the scooter ride. Even the burqa was unable to hide the swell and swaying of my boobs, and my sitting posture was firing the imagination of lusty men.

When he parked his scooter near his home in a middle-class neighborhood, and we started walking, he hissed, "Please don't walk like a ramp model in a burqa. See how other women are walking."

I realized that I was walking as generally as I do, confident, erect, and seductive. Many women with big breasts tend to slouch and stroll so that their tits don't sway or invite male gazes.

I am the opposite. If women die of jealousy when they see my bouncing boobs and swaying hips, so be it. If men imagine squeezing my tits and fuck me on their car bonnets or masturbate at night, so be it.

I observed how burqa-clad women were walking and emulated them. He waved and talked to neighbors, who assumed I was his sister.

As soon as we entered his house and bolted the door, he pounced like a hungry lion. While kissing hungrily, he almost ripped off my clothes, and I removed his.

He threw me on the bed and sucked and squeezed my tits and fingered my overflowing cunt.

He was still in his underwear, and before I pulled it down, he moved south, buried his head in my crotch, and licked expertly.

I had an orgasm quickly and pulled him up by the hair.

I bit his ear and hissed in his ear, "Now, fuck me," and tried to grab his cock. He quickly moved away.

I was puzzled and asked," What is wrong?"

He was embarrassed and mumbled," You may run away if you see my cock like many women. They were scared to get it in."

I almost laughed but controlled myself and smiled," It doesn't look like a foot long. Let me see and decide."

He was still scared, and I lost my cool and shouted at him."If you knew you had a problem with your cock, why all this drama? Why take all this trouble?"

He swallowed hard before speaking, his voice thin and fragile," I am sorry, I thought you would be excited to fuck. Now, I am scared."

In one stride, I jumped and pulled down his underwear. I was stunned. His cock was average in length but much thicker than usual. At my touch, his cock became hard, and he jumped.

I could understand why women were scared; his thick cock would stretch the cunts, and that could be painful.

But I cannot be daunted; challenges motivate me. I was fucked by huge cocks, but this thick cock would be a new challenge.

I kissed him and said," Don't be scared, I will take it. Bring Vaseline and apply liberally on your cock and in my cunt."

He was thrilled; he sucked and played with my tits and licked cunt hungrily. I could only lick his dickhead, even if I stretched my mouth full to take it in my mouth, my teeth were raking, so I avoided it.

When he rubbed his dickhead on my very wet cunt lips, I gritted my teeth, smiled, and asked him to insert slowly.

I told myself that babies come through here, and his dickhead is not as thick as a baby's head. I relaxed my cunt muscles as he slowly pushed it in.

It seeped in like a snake gobbles a rabbit, with deliberate slowness. Of course, there was pain accompanied by pleasure.

He buried his cock deep inside, kissed, and thanked me. Within a few minutes, he filled my cunt with a load of cum. He was scared and was nervously waiting for my reaction.

This was a crucial moment. This could either make or mar his future fuck life. If I ridicule, laugh, and make fun, he and his cock will go into a shell.

I smiled, kissed, ruffled his hair, and said," You did well. With each fuck, you will gain confidence. Get ready for the next round.

His face lit up like a thousand-watt bulb. Next round, he fucked hard, and I taught him how to delay the trigger point.

This time, he fucked for twenty minutes nonstop, and I told him to cum in my mouth. I almost gagged by the force and amount of cum; he kept pumping on and on.

When I was freshening up, he suddenly exclaimed," My God, it is almost time. I have to pick up my sister from college."

We hurriedly dressed up and left. I tried to conceal my face, but I had trouble walking. He dropped me off at the theater, and I gave him the burqa.

..."Are you there, Ishika?" Krish was asking.

I came into this world from my reverie. Krish's mention of the burqa took me down memory lane.

I said," Yes, Krish. I will plan my sightseeing and book a cab."

Krish said," No worries. It is taken care of. I booked an Innova and a young driver. You check out of this hotel and check into a hotel after nightfall. There is no need to come back to this hotel every day."

I smiled and said," Why Innova? I am alone."

Krish said in a playful smirk," If I know you, before evening, your car will be full of cocks, and there will be no place for you to sit, except in their laps, with a dick inside your cunt."

I laughed and said, " You are exaggerating."

Krish said, "No. I am not. I wanted to book an A.C bus, but your friends and well-wishers in the office, especially Anita, have dissuaded me. She insisted Innova's load of cocks was ok but not a bus load. Even Ishika cannot handle a busload of cocks for ten days."

I said," How sweet of Anita? Thank her and others from me for preventing you from making a stupid mistake."

We both laughed and said goodbye.

I checked out, and my luggage was put in the car. The driver seemed to be in their late teens or early twenties. He greeted me politely and opened the backseat door.

As we moved out, he looked at me in the rearview mirror and asked me, "Where do you want to go, Ma'am?"

I said," I have ten clear days for sightseeing. I leave it to you to plan our itinerary. What is your name?"

He said," Sanat, Ma'am."

I saw him checking me out. I wore a sleeveless white top and tattered jeans, which showed my thighs. I removed the stohl, and my bare arms and shoulders were visible. If I leaned forward, my cleavage would feast on Sanat's eyes. I saw Sanat adjusting the mirror to see my cleavage, and I leaned forward while talking to him.

I said, "Sanat, let us have tea at some place and discuss where to go."

He stopped at a roadside dhaba-like joint. We were the only customers. He sat on my right side, and I could see the bulge in his trousers.

I was also horny; last week, I was completely tied up in work and missed out on fucking. While in office, I was used to heavy-duty fucking by eight cocks. Those memories opened the tap of my cunt.

I touched his arm while he was talking about his family, work, and education while having tea. I smiled at his jumping cock.

He asked hesitantly, "Ma'am, what would you like to see? Regular tourist spots or virgin forests, waterfalls, beaches, and lakes?"

I smiled seductively and said," Any exciting place is fine."

He tried to avoid looking at my cleavage and my ripe mango-like boobs as he talked about the nearby waterfalls, forests, and other spots. I did not make things easy for him by constantly patting and rubbing his hands.

After having tea, I sat in the front seat. His eyes were like saucers when he saw me bending, pulling the seat belt, and putting it on. I adjusted the seat belt provocatively so that it squeezed the boobs.

I asked about his girlfriend; he didn't have one and was a virgin. I was further turned on.

He took me to a nearby waterfall, where I saw many elephants bathing. The breathtaking view and cool air were quite refreshing.

As I was about to get down, he again glanced at my boobs and thighs.

I smiled, " I am observing that you are always checking me out. What is the big idea?"

I was shocked by his reaction. He panicked and started begging," I am sorry, Ma'am. I will not do it again. Please don't complain; I will lose my job. You are so beautiful and sexy; I have not seen a more attractive girl this close."

I could not get a word in edgewise, but I wanted to reassure him that it was okay, but his torrent was not stopping. On impulse, I grabbed his head in both hands and kissed him on the lips.

His eyes widened in shock. I smiled at him and told him," You should understand the signals. If I were angry, I would not be flashing."

This time, he removed his seat belt, turned, and kissed me, squeezing my boob with one hand.

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