Mine, my beloved (On Hold)

18

Mithun

I'm departing at 2 pm today and before doing so, I wanted to meet my Ganga. It took lots of effort and convincing to have her agree to come with me from her college.

At present, I've parked my car quite far from the college and am waiting for her. It's 12 pm now—this is her break time. Impatient, I contact her and latch the phone to my ear. “Have you started yet?” I inquire while leaning back on the seat.

“I'll be there in a while mama...” and she disconnects the call. To pass the time, I open a game on my mobile and immerse myself in it. While I was engrossed in the game, Ganga—with a scarf concealing her face, hurriedly hopped inside the car; sat on the passenger seat, and removed her backpack.

She's nervous. “Move over mama! Hurry!” an unintentional laughter rings out of me as I watch her scared self. “You look so funny,” she glares at me. “Of course, I do! You start the car first!” she sounded irritated and I knew I'd have to stop there.

As I put the mobile away and begin the drive towards our destination—a lone place in our village, I note Ganga being terrified. “Mama, can the people outside see my face?” I nod at her positively, “They can,” and as soon as she heeds my answer, she slips off the seat and squats on the floor.

What do I do with this girl...

“Ganga, sit properly on the seat! People have better jobs to do than observing our car,” she shakes her head. “I won't, I'm scared,”
I was indignant with her response. She's perching down like a literal mouse...

“If you don't sit up straight now, I'll pull over the car, drag you out, and have you walk with me in front of the people's eyes!” she gazes at me with a blend of fierceness and fear.

“Ayo mama! Why are you like this? Why don't you understand me!? If people notice us roaming in this car, they would think that we're so desperate given that we're going to get married soon anyway,” I was irked by her words.

“It's useless speaking to you on this. Do whatever you please,” I dismiss her.

Taking me aback, she suddenly places her hand on my thigh. And given that she was literally in a kneeling position, my mind wandered. Dirty imaginations clouded it.

Pch, control!

“Mama...are you angry with me,” she innocuously perks up at me. “Take off your hands,” she doesn't and as a result, the sleeping equipment beneath my pants gets back to life...

“Why is it becoming huge mama...” she questions in wonder while staring between my legs. “Do not look there! Get away, Ganga...” She doesn't oblige.

“It wants you, are you okay with that?” and that has her eyes go wide.

“We'll do that only after marriage mama...but I didn't know it grows...” She still hasn't taken her eyes off it.

“Ganga, do not look,” I'm bulging in need and her unwavering gaze is pushing me to the brim.

“Why? Does Mama feel shy?” she asks with a small smile. “Shy? For what? If this doesn't get back to normal now, then you've to do the massage to relax it,” she tips her head to the side. “Massage...” she drags, thoughtfully.

“How? I don't get it,” she again averts her attention to my stimulated dick and I couldn't regulate myself anymore. “Wait,” I pull over the car to the side of the soil road. We were close to our destination and there were zero humans in the current zone where I paused the car.

“Come to the back seat,” she peers at me dubiously.

“Why?” I kiss her cheeks.

“Come,” she stares into my eyes and
without any protest, hops to the back. She still remains on the floor though.

I swiftly undo the zip and have my enlarged dick out to show for her. She watches it with amused and timid eyes—filled with silent desire.

“Mama...isn't this wrong? We aren't married yet...” she drags while looking up at me. “You're still my wife, go ahead,” with a little tentativeness, she touches my dick, and the first ever touch of a girl there had my head spin in pleasure. “What should I do mama...” she questions in a low tone. I demonstrated her the way how it is to be done by pumping the dick with my hands. She regards it carefully and follows my instructions.

“A bit faster,” The way she circles her fingers and pumps them back and forth speedily had me see stars. “Look If someone's out!” I note the surroundings and jerk my head negatively at her.

“There's none,” I was so close. This is the fastest that I've reached my climax. “Ganga, get the tissue from the dashboard,” I grab the dick off her hand and rub it a few times. Then as she provides me with the tissue, I release my cum there and cleanse myself.

After doing so, I push it under the pants and lean to the front seat to get more tissues. I helped Ganga rinse her slightly wet hands and kissed her forehead when I was done.

“Mama, isn't this wrong...” I shake my head at her. “It's not,” I bite her cheeks.

“Hm, I'm hungry mama...” As she says it in a gentle voice, I peck another kiss against her forehead and move to start the car. This time, Ganga sat on the seat—only cause there were no people on our route.

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