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  • My aunt viji and me

    Hi readers I am Rahul this is my first story in iss. I live in Chennai. This happened when I was around 18 and my aunt was in her mid 30s, she lived in Bangalore and I in Chennai, every year during vacations we visit kerala, coz my grand parents used to live there, on special year when we went to native something happen so surprising that would remain in my mind forever, it was a usual night all of us had dinner and was going to sleep, in my native its a small house, 2 bedrooms and a small hall and a kitchen, and once we reached native the house was full and we had to adjust in that house, my mom, dad, grandparents occupied a bedroom, my brother and cousin brothers took the hall and me, my aunt and her husband had to share the other bedroom.

    I and my uncle used to sleep on bed and my aunt sleep on the floor, all lights were off, it was almost midnight when I woke up and felt like going to the toilet, so I got up and went to the toilet and while returning I accidentally stepped on my aunt waking her up, she got up and asked me what happen, what are you doing, I said I had gone to the toilet and while returning I accidentally stepped on you, she said ok and went back to sleep and I also went to sleep, after a while I felt a something crawling on my leg, I slowly put my hand to check what that was and I touched a hand which was immediately removed from there, I got suspicion and got excited together, after sometime I felt the hand again but this time much higher on my legs, it was getting close to my dick, I thought I will not react and watch till where this goes, just as I thought it reached my dick which was rock hard by then due to the excitement, she slowly kept rubbing my cock and after that she removed my zip and pulled my underwear down and started creasing my dick, I guesses that she already knew that I know what was going on, so I slowly went down and caught her hand.

    She came close to my ear and said come out we shall go to the terrace, and then she got up and went, I silently without waking anybody followed her to the terrace, as soon as we reached the terrace she hugged me and gave me a smooch, a deep one, she was almost inside my mouth, wild kiss, her tongue was fully inside moving from one place to another, I pulled away and asked her, do you think this is right, she looked at me and said I was the one who started this, I was surprised as asked what did I do, she said that I touched her boobs while she was sleeping, then it occurred to me that when I came back from the toilet I accidentally touched her boobs and woke her up, anyway I was happy that it turned out like this, she then said it was ok, no matter what we know that what we did is wrong and we have already done it, and also we know what we want too, and she came and hugged me and kissed me again.

    This time I put my hands into her blouse and was exploring, she asked me to strip her and I did it slowly, oh my god it was a beautiful sight I was enjoying every bit of it, I felt that the night should never end, as soon as her boobs where visible I started to suck it like mad, she was exploring my dick, she striped me after that and kissed my dick, I asked her to suck it and she told she does not like it, I said it was ok coz I did not want to spoil the fun, I made her lie down with spread legs and gave her pussy nice little sucking which she enjoyed I guess coz the moans which she was giving out, those noises where making my dick explode and out of control, she was making sure the sound would not be loud which was making it more sexier., she was making sounds like mmmmmmmmmmm….. Rahullll… Oooooffffffffff….. After that I did not wait a bit I took my rod which was 7inch and inserted into her sweet wet pussy, it went in smooth and she could not control her sound so she closed her mouth with her own hand and the other had was near her pussy helping me to go on,

    I went on and on thrusting in and out in full pace, until I was ready to explode, I removed my dick and exploded all over her body, she and me was exhausted and happy, we lie there on the terrace for some time and then we went for a second round and after that we went down slowly and took our places and slept, we did never have sex again after that, and I also have never had sex after that, I am 21 now still having the memory of that night with which I can still fantasize and masturbate, if any woman in Chennai wants her desire to be satisfied can contact me on [email protected]

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  • Poonam ki ghri chudaie

    Mai ek gao me rahta hu.mer umar 24 sal hai usi gao me merre paros me ek larki rahti hai jo ki 28 sal ki hai uski abhi tak sadi nahi hue hai.uska jism bhara hua hai.kisiko bhi use dekhkar chodne ka man karega.dosto ye kahani kuch hi din pahle ki hai jo ki puri sachhi kahani hai.

    Bat un dino i hai jab mai khet me toilet karne gaya to kuch dori par hi poonam ko toilet karte dekha uske bade bade gand saf saf dikhaie de rahi thi ye dekhkar mera man kharab ho gaya or use chodne ke irade se hi mera lund fanfana utha.mai bhi uske samne me jakar bath gaya .o narag ho gaye or kahne lai ki mai tumhari dadi k jakar kahti ho.mai kuch nahi bola.jab wo apna gand dhone ke liye pani uthie to mai bola ki mai dho du to wo dang rah gaye.fir kuch jabab na pakar mai uske gand dhone ke liye uske piche aa gaya or gand kafi achi tarah se do diya lakin gand dhone ke bad bhi uske gand pe hath pherta hi raha.

    Use bola ki poonam chalo rahar ke khet me chalte hai udhar koi bhi nahi aata hai.wo bina kuch bhi bole mere sath chal di abhi bhi mera hath uske nage gand par hi tha.mai uski gand sahlate hue pucha ki poonamrani abhi apni bur ka udhghatan karwaie ho ki nahi to wo boliki nahi .tab maine usse kaha ki tumheto kaie bar 10 sal ke nokar ka lund chuste huye dekhe hai.to wo boli ki koi milta hi nahi to uska hi lun chusti hu or apna doode use 3 sal se pila rahi hu.uski boobs dekhkar yesa lagta hai ki umer kafi hogi. Ab ma bat karte karte kafi uttejit ho gaya tha maine use piche jhokne ko bola to jhuk gaie mai apna 8″ ka llund uske bade gand me ghusane laga abhi kuch hi gaya tha ki o mana karne lagi to maine bola ki bhosri ke choop rah bad me bara maza aayega uski dard ki naa parwah karte hue apna lund uske gand me ghusakar ruka raha.thori hi der me o kamar hilane lagi to mai bhi uski gand dhere dhire marne laga ab use bhi maza aane laga or uttjna meahhhhhhhhhohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ki awaz nikalne lagi to mai poocha ki poonm maza aa raha hai to o boli ki jor jor se meri gand maro or tez or tez kahne lagi mai bhi jordar dhakka marne laga karib 25 minut gad marne ke bad mai uski gand me hi apna juse nikal diya.ab hamdono wahi ghas per let gaye.

    Poonam uthkar mutne jane lagi to mai pakar kar kaha ki yahi mere samne mooto to o apnna choot failakar suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuki awaz ke sath karne lagi.pesab kake wo jab pas aaye to maine pna lund usse chosne ko kaha towo choosne lagi mujhe kafi maza aa raha tha mai ahhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kar utha o to jaise wassna ki pujaran ban chuki thi.ab mai bhi 69 ki possition me aakar uske kale jhato se bhari boor ke dararo ko ungali se sahlane laga uski muh se siski nikl gaie mai apna gibh dalkar uske choot ka swad lene laga uski choot kafi gili ho chuki thi.mai bhi jibh se uske choot ke pani ko pine laga.karib 30 minut ki chussaie me dono ek dusre ke muhe me hi jhar gaye.dono ne ek dosre ka ras pi li8ya bara maza aaya.

    Fir mai bola ki poonam rani hamko apna doodh nahi pilaogi to wo boli ki mere jhat ke bal ab to ye sara sarir tumhara hai tum jaise chaho hamse khelo.ye sunkar mai uske kurteko khol diya ujle bra ko bhi kol diya or oske boobs ko choosne laga choosne se uske boobs se milk nikalne laga hame aschrya hua to pucha ki poonam to to pahle se hi coodi hue ho or baccha bhi paida kar liya hai,to wo boli ki ha pahle tumse jhoot boli thi .tomaine poocha ki kon khusnasib hai jo tumhari choot ka udghaatan kiya hai to wo boli ki mandir pe ek ganewala aaya tha usene .bhagan gate gate mera boobs masal deta tha hamko bhi maza aane laga.ek rat ghar ke piche ke aam ke bagiche me raat ko bulakar mere sare kapre utar diya fir mere boobs ko karib 1 ghante tak chusa or rat bhar jamkar meri chudaie kiye kam karib 15 dino tak hota raha rat me 9 baje se subah ke 6 baje tak chudwati thi.usne meri gand or choot apne mandli ke logo se bhi marwaya.or bhi kaie larkio ko wo choda tha.ye bate sunkar meera lund tankar lohe ki tarah ho gaya tha mai ne poonam ke dono boobs ke doodh ko pori tarah se pigaya.or tab maine kaha o mri masttani raand isi tarah aab tum apna sara doodh daily mujhe pilana to boli ha mere jhat e bal ab to tu hi mera baccha hai tumko hi pilaoungi.mai ab uthkar uske dono tange ko faila kar apna lund ka supara uski choot par rakha ki wo aage badhkar mera lund apne choot me ghusa li ab baithe 2 hi dono choodie karne lage kuch der ki choodaie ke bad use jhukne ko kaha to o jhuk gaie ab mai piche se usko jamkar choodne laga.choodaie karte samaye uskke boobs ko bhi jor jor se masal raha tha.or gandi gandi galwo diye jari thi.mai buri tarah se uski choot ko roond raha tha.wo bhi barpur maze lelekar choodaie karwa rahi thi.or kah rahi thi ki tumkse apni maa or bahan ko bhi choodwaogi .is darwayan wo 4 bar jhar chuki thi ab mai bhi aane wala tha jor jor ka thp marte hue mai uski choot me apna sara pani nikal diya.fir hamlog apne kapre pahankar jane lage tabhi uske gand dekhkar mera lund phir khara ho gaya uske salwar ko gand ke niche karke jhookakarke ek baar fir 25 m9nut tak gand marior gand me hi jhar gaya. Dosto us din ke bad se mai ab raz hi usko chodta hu aage mai bataunga ki kaise uski maa or bahan ki chodaie ki.abhi isi kosi me laga hu.

    Dosto apko meri kahani kaisi lagi jaroor bataiega mera mail id [email protected]

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  • Horny couples

    First and foremost, lemme give my thumbs up to Indian sex stories for a site like this. I have been a regular visitor of this site and has enjoyed the stories a lot. Now, I would like to give my true life experience which took place 8 years back in calicut itself. My name is Sameer and I am doing business here. It was exam time and I was busy with my studies.

    I had a two storey house where the upper section was occupied by my family and the lower section was to be given for rent. One day my dad told me that today new residents are coming to our house. Since my mom and dad were going to relative’s marriage for two days, I was asked to receive them and make them settle. There were three members only when they arrived an uncle, aunt and their small daughter who was in 5th standard. They told me that there was another daughter who would join them in the evening only since she had gone to college for her exams. Since I was busy with my studies, I didn’t care too much about that. In the evening, when I went down to give water to my garden, I was surprised and stunned that the girl was none other than a junior in my college named Sameera

    I ran to her and talked to her for some time, she also couldn’t believe that I was staying upstairs in that house. She was a very gorgeous girl with sexy eyes and lips, and had an amazing figure of 34-28-33. I always used to watch her and her friends in college and was so happy that I could extend my looks at home also. That night I couldn’t study anything and masturbated twice thinking of her gorgeous shape. The next day I had exams and she also had exam. I used to go to college in my bike. I decided to go down and ask her whether she would like to come with me to college. She didn’t look interested in it, so I left that and went on my own to college. But, the next day she came to me and said she doesn’t mind coming to college with me. I was thrilled abt that. We became good friends within a month and even used to go with her for shopping and cafes also.

    I always used to purposefully brake my bike to feel the thrills of her boobs. I don’t know whether she understood my behavior. But, she never showed any signs of that. One day, during shopping, she said she wants to buy something personal and went to a ready wear shop and came out with a small bag. I was excited to know what was in it. When we stopped at a cafe, she went inside; I said that I will come within 5 mins and waited for her to et inside to see what the bag was. When I opened, I saw that it was some bras and undies that she had bought. My dick got erected very much and so I put the bras and undies back into the cover and joined her. It was a second Saturday, we did not have college. My mom and dad along with hers decided to go to an outing that day and to my joy, they also took sameera’s sister along with them and asked me to take care of sameera. She didn’t go since it was her exam time.

    All morning, I was in my house not knowing what to do next. All alone, only me and my dream girl. I really wanted to have sex with her. In the evening, I went down to join her. She took time to open the door and came drenching wearing only half towel cause she was taking her bath. I was so excited to see her half naked body and my dick almost came out of my undies. She asked to me to wait in the lobby and passed a sexy smile. I felt she purposefully came out of the bathroom in that way to show me her body. I was getting out of control and I peeked into her room. I opened the wardrobe and saw her bras and panties lying there; I took a panty and started licking it hungrily forgetting that she may come out of bathroom any moment. Suddenly, I felt a hand in my shoulder and turned around to see her looking angrily at me. I was stunned and didn’t know what to do. I apologized to her ands aid that I couldn’t control myself seeing her in the towel only and wanted to have sex with her badly.

    She got so angry with that that she asked me to go away from her house. I went back to upstairs disappointed and started going through my TV when I heard a knock at the door. It was sameera, she had came to give me food and told me that she would also have food with me. I agreed and didn’t look at her nor talk to her because of shyness. But, then suddenly, she started saying sorry and that she didn’t expect me to do that and all. Then, our talk turned to sex, I told her the I used to masturbate twice daily thinking of her and that she was my dream girl. She told me that she is still a virgin and want to be till marriage. Telling that, she went to basin to wash the plates. She was wearing a see – thru churidar and when she bent down to take something, I was out of control. I cached her hips from the back and turned her around. I started kissing her all over her cheek, lips, neck and shoulder. She started resisting me, but then she gave away when I kept continuing my hungry kisses. I understood that now she wanted it more than me. I took her to my bedroom and lied her on my bead, and gave her a kiss on her lips, as our tongues met each other; we sucked hungrily like we never had any food today.

    Then I slowly moved down and started pressing her boobs. She was crying with excitement and her sound echoed through the house, she was saying, sameer, come on do it, ahhhhhhhhhh…. Uh… I started sucking her nipples through the churidar, she asked me to remove it and suck it. I agreed to it like a slave and slowly removed her churidars and also unbuttoned her blouse. She was not wearing any bra to my surprise and told that she expected something of this kind today. Hearing that, I got completely out of control and started sucking her nipples and kissing everywhere. She was making very sexy noises like, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Come on… Ohhhhhhhhh… No!!!!!!!1…… Suck it” and all…. I licked her armpit to make her more excited which really worked out. She started caressing my dick through my Bermudas whereas I went on sucking her everywhere. She started removing my Bermudas and undies and kept her hand on my dick. She moved her finger up and down through my dick.

    At that time, I started to remove her panties and she was completely naked. She had a superb pussy and I started licking her vagina madly while she pushed my face into her pussy. I couldn’t bear it anymore and wanted to fuck her pussy. She first declined and my continues pressure forced her to agree… She said “sameer, fuck me hard like a rock… “She started crying out loud and I felt that I was about to come… She kept on telling sameer I love you do it for me please suck me fuck me and all… I took the dick out and asked her to open her mouth… She did so and I unloaded my cum into her mouth. She completely took it in her mouth and told me that I tasted very salty and it was the first time that she was tasting a man’s semen. Then she started licking my cock to make it erect and it didn’t take much time for that to happen. My dick became erect, but I was tired, so I lied on top of her and kissed her passionately in lips , neck, boobs and every where. Then, she asked to fuck her bobos. I put my dick in between her huge boobs which was shaking like mangoes and started fucking her. She was crying” oh… Ente sameer … Inniyum cheyyada….. Fuck me… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”….. Then I went down to her belly and licked it for a while and moved down to her secret place and kept on sucking. To my surprise, she asked me to fuck her. I inserted my dick and started moving it slowly, then I increased my speed slowly, she was bleeding and crying with pain and asked me to stop it… No please sameer, its paining, ahhhhh….. I didn’t care and increased my speed tremendously and she started enjoying it very much and asked me to load my cum into it.

    I loaded the cum into her and started kissing her and smooching her. I realized that my dick had came out of her. She was so happy and thanked me for the fun. But, she was not satisfied with the day. She wanted more, we went to the bathroom and opened our shower and had a wonderful sex under shower. I also soaped her which was lovely and she did the same. After finishing our bath, she went down to dress up and I also dressed up. Then went down and slept with her till 4. Evening, our parents came back and life was as usual. But, then we used to have sex once a week when we used to go to college. After three years, she went back to her native place in kannur; she got married and has a child by now. A month before, I went to visit her and had sex with her again.

    Any females around calicut married or single who want to have such experiences, mail me at [email protected]

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  • Mamato Bhai ke diye guud chodano 4

    Jakhon Amit chole gelo tarpor ami ghorer darja bando kore ektu shuye bishram kore nilam. Por por du rate jege Amiter songe choda chidi kore ami khub thoke giyechilam. Tar opor Amit bolegeche je ajke ratre amake chate niye giye chudbe. Tai ami ektu ghumute chaichilam jate abar rate jaga jaye. Ami ghumiye porlam aar jakhon ghum bhanglo takhon ami uthe age bathrrome gelam aar tar bhavlam je eibar nijer guudta ke bhalo kore dekha jak. Ami bichanate bose amar pa duto choriye dilam aar guuder samne ekta aina rakhlam. Ainate dekhlam je amar guud ta khoob lal hoye ache, thik jeno beetroot moto. Guuder phutota besh boro hoye geche aar guuder konta besh baro hoye dariye ache. Ami eei prathom bar amar nera guudta dekhlam. Ami atartari uthe porlam aar bhavlam je bichanar chador ta keche dee tana hole amar bandhavi amake khoob katha sonabe. Jadio amar bandhabhi jane je ami ghar ta keni niyechee tobuo ami ghar dor aar bichanata parishkar kore rakhte chaichilam. Ami barite konodin chador kachinee tai chador kachte amar besh asubide hochillo.

    Ami chador keche chan kore niye amar salwar aar kurta pore nilam. Tobe ami jantam je bari pouchule Amit amake kono na kono bahane kore chate niye jabe aar amake nengto kore amar guude tar bara dhukiye amake chudbe. Ami jantam je ratre chade giye saree, saya khola ar abar pora mushkil hobe tayee ami salwar kurta porlam. Jodiyo ratre sobar ba choda khabar spmeye ekta choto nighty bina panty pora theek. Kintu amara to aar bibahito bar aar bau noye aar amader choda chudi tao asamajik. Ami chador ta mele dilam aar seta taratari sukiye gelo aar ami seta pat kore bandhobir cupboarde rekhe dilam aar bichanate ekta fresh chador pete dilam. Ami tar por kitchen porishkar korlam jekhane kal rate amake Amit bosiye chudechilo. Amar kaj sesh hobar por phone ta beje uthlo. Phona ta tulte amake ma bollo, “Amit barite eseche aar aaj ratre thakbe. Tui taratari bari chole aye.”

    Ami maarkache aschoryo hobar bhan korlam aar bollam, “theek ache tumi gari pathiye dao ami bari chole aschee.” Maa bollo, “gariye tole ante chole geche.” Takhon ami maa ke bollam, “theek ache, Amit ke phon ta dao.” Amit phone amake bollo, “kee re. Kotahey achish? Jokhonee ami ashee, tue bari te neyee.” Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit ki bolte chaiche, tobe ami take bollam, “Hehehehehehe. Khali chodbar echcha. Hain? Tuee chash jay ami taratari phiree. Taholay tui amake abar theke chudbar plan ta kortay parish.” Amit amake bollo, “Okay. Okay. Tui taratari bari chole aye. Khali bandhobir bari giye maja kora?” Ami Amit ke bollam, “haan, kal rate aar porshu rate amra kee kee korechilam?” Amit amake bollo, “tui taratari asbee na amra lunch kore nebo? Tui taratari aye aar amra eksonge bose lunch korbo.”

    Amader gari praye 10 minutes chole elo. Ami amar bag niye bandhobeer barite tala marlam aar garite giye boslam. Gari kore bari aste amader praye 40 minute laglo. Barite giye bell dite amader barir jhee ese darja khule dilo. Ami barite giye maar kache gelam. Maa aar Amit balconyte bose galpo korchilen. Ami Amit ke dekhe bollam, “kee re IIT te khabar bhalo deye na? Toke onek roga lagche.” Amit amake dekhe bollo, “aar tui? Toke dekhe to mone hochhe je tor o kothao theke weight kome geche.” Ami bujhte parlam je Amit amar guuder chool katar janno bolche. Tobe ami Amit ke bollam, “eta to khoob sukhabor je ami aar mota hochee na. Eibar uthe amake nijer chairta dilo bosar janno. Ami Amiter chaire bose amader jhee, Kamola, ke bollam arekta chair dite. Kamola chair anate Amit tate bose porlo. Ami, maa aar Amit khanik khon galpo korlam.

    Khanik por maa uthe kitchene gelo ar Amit amake jigesh korlo, “kal rater choda chudir por tor kemon lagche?” Ami bollam, “khoob bhalo, tobe ektu ektu baitha ache.” Amit jigesh korlo, “kothaye?” Ami bollam, “kal rate tui amar pacha te besh koikbar jore jore thappor merechis aar tar janno besh koik jaygaye baitha ache aar neel dag pore geche..” Amit muchki hensr bollo, “dekhee” aar emon bhav dekhalo je o ekhunee dekhte chai. Ami Amiter hathe aste kore mere bollam, “tham to dekhee. Sab samay dushtumee.” Khanik por luncher janno daka holo aar amra giye lunch kore nilam. Luncher por maa bollo, “ami ektu sute jachee aar Khuku tui tor bhai er kheyal rakhbee.” Maa bedroome chole gelo Ma jabar por Amit taratari chridike dekhe niye amar kache ese amar komor joriye dhorlo aar amar kukhe chumu khete laglo. Ami Amit ke sarate laglam aar bollam, “char char noyto kono jhee chakor dekhe nebe. Jhee dekhe nileye khoob kharab hobe. Amar badnami hote pare, ba se bolbe je ami tar chele bondhur songe choda chudi kori ba se chayebe je tui jhee ke chude de. Ami jakhan chat phat korchilam takhon Amit bollo, “amake chumu de noyeto toke ami jete debo na.” Ami taratari Amit ke chumu kheye bollam, “tui ki chas kee. Nouto amader keu dekhe nebe.” Ami amake chere dilo aar bollo, “amake chate niye chol. Ami ratrer janno kichu bebostha korte chayee.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tui khoob baro chodan baj.” Amit bollo, “ato roshalo guud rakhtay kay bolay chcheelo?”

    Ami Amit ke seenree diye opore niue gelam. Prothome amar do talaye gelam. Sekhane amar, maar aar ekta guest room ache. Tarpor amara opore teen talaye gelam sekhane khali chat ache. Chate giye Amit bhalo kore char dike dekhlo. Ami bhabhchilam je Ami kee dekhche. Ami jigesh korate Amit bollo, ami bishesh kichu dekhchina.” Neeche nabte nabte Amit bollo, “duto upaye hote pare. Pratham, tui maa ko bolbee je ami aar Amit opore jacheche aar khanik khon galpo korbo aar tui ekta chatayee niye opore jabi. Ditiyo, ami ekta chatayee niye opore chole jabo aar tui khanik por opore asbi dekhte je ami ki korchi.” Ami Amitu ke abar jigesh korlam, “tarpor?” Amit muchke henshe bollo, “tarpor chatayee opor toke phele tor guude bara dhukiye ami toke chudbo.” Ami songe songe bollam, “ha bhagawan, aar jodi keu dekhte paye je ami tor bara diye choda khachee? Takhon kee hobe? Amit bollo, “tate ki hoyeche? Je dekhbe se dekhbe. Are baba je dekhbe seoo to choda chudee kore.” Ami bollam, “jadi amader plan kaj na kore?” Amit khanik bhebhe bollo, “tui maa ke bolbee je ami rate chade giye tara dekhte chaye ba ami rate Kolkata ki rakom lage dekhte chayee.” Ami Amiter katha sune bollam, “hhan maa eta mene nebe. Kintu ami chate tor songe ki kore thakbo? Ek kaj korle hoye. Ami ma ke bolbo je Amit chate jak aar chabi niye jak. Arr jakhon Amit niche asbe tkhon se darja te tala laguye asbe. Tahole maa amake tor songe pathabe jate ami tor nabar por chate tala lagiye asee.” Amit bollo, “haan eta theek, tobe tui ektu naa naa korish aar bolbee naa amar ghum nashto korbo naa. Tahole tor maa toke jor kore amar songe chate pathabe.”

    Ami Amiter katha sune haan hoye gelam. Tobe bollam, “maa jadi naa kore?” Amit khanik bheve bollo, “tohole ami rate tor ghore dhuke toke chudbo. Amake keu rukhte parbe na. Ami jakhon toke chudte ichchee korbe ami toke chudbo.” Tarpor sara din ek bhabhe kete gelo. Amit amar colleger khata, boyee dekhlo. Amit sara din amar pechone laglo aar ami sab samaye maa ke bollam, “Maa. Daykho Amit amakey jaa taa bolchchey.” Maa amar kono kotha kane nilo na. Sondher somey jakhon ami aar Amit bagane ghur chillam takhon Amit amake bollo, “Khuku. Rate tui salwar aar kamiz porish. Kamizer jeno samne opor theke neech obdi botam thake.” Ami jigesh korlam, “keno?” Jadiyo ami jantam je Amit amake salwar kamiz keno porte bolche. Amit amar katha te kan dilo na. Amake aste kore Amit abar bollo, “aar tui kono panty aar bra porbee na.” Ami chup chap matha nere haan bollam. Amit amake pher jigesh korlo, “tor pete hishi rekhe chodate ar lhali pete chodate kono difference peyechees?” Amit abar bollo, “tor pete hishi niye chodate bhalo legeche na? Theek ache aaj rate abar tor pet bhortee hishi niye toke chudbo. Tui opore jabar age besh kore jal kheye nish.”

    Rater kahabar age ami ghore giye salwar kamiz pore nilam, tobe bra khule rakhlam na. Karon bra na porle maa dhore nebe. Tachara, Amit jakhon amar bra khule jakhon ek ek kore mayee guno hathe niye tepe takhon amar khoob bhalo lage. Dinner rat 9.30 deyowa holo. Ami khabar somay khoob khainta jal khelam. Khabar khete khete ami maa ke bollam, “Ma, Amit rate chate giye tara dekhte chayee. Sattee IIT te porte porte Amiter matha puro puree kharap hoyee geche.” Maa Amit ke jigesh korlo, “Amit eta ki satee?” Amit matha narlo. Maa songe songe amake bollo, “Khuku, tui khewal rakhbee jakhon Amit chat theke niche ase takhon jeno chater darja bando kara hoye.” Ami nekami kore bollam, “Naa. Ma. Ami parbo naa. Amiter paglamee amakey ghumotay debay naa.” Maa amar dike dekhe bollo, “tate kee hoyeche? Amit shudhu ajker rat ta amader bari thakbe. Aar tui ei chiti kaj tor dadar janno korte parbi na?” Ami maa ke kichu bollam na. Tobe Amiter dike takiye take jeev bhengiye dilam. Amit henshe amake bollo, “Khuku, tui jatoee jeev bhega, ami kintu rate tara dekhbo aar toke amar dekha sona korte hobe.” Dinner sesh holo. Ami Kamola ke deke bollam, “Komola. Tumi chate ekta chatayee, chador aar balish niye rekhe eso. Amit aaj rate khanik khon chate thakbe.” Tar por ami bollam, “jato sab pagoler karbar aar amake tar sath dite hobe.”

    Ami tar por abar nekamee kore maa ke jigesh korlam, “Ma. Amit to chate tara dekhar por daraza te tala lagate pare. Abara amake keno Amiter songe chate jete hobe?” Maa takhon jpr galaye bollo, “ami tomake jete bolechee, tumi jabe. Aar kono katha noye.” Komola bason tule chate ekta 3” mota coir mattress rekhe elo aar amake jigesh korlo, “Didi, ami opore chador aar balish rekhe asbo?” Ami Kamola ke bollam, “haan opore ekta balish, ekta pass balish aar gaye debar chador rekhe esho.” Komola amar katha moto sab kichu rekhe elo. Ami, Amit aar maa bose bose rat 11.00 obdee galpo korlam. Barir cahkor aar jhee ghumute chole gelo. Ma nijer ghore giye kheel tule sue porlen. Praye rat 11.30 Amit amake bollo, “chal opore chal.” Ami dotolate giye maa ghore aste kore tuk tuk korlam aar aste kore bollam, “maa ami pagol Amit ke niye chate jachee. Jakhon nabob takhon ektu awaj hote pare. Kichu mone koro na.” Maa gharer bhetor theke bollen, “theek ache, jao chate Amiter songe jao.” Amit aste kore amar kache ese bollo, “Khuku ekdom hisi korbee na..” Amit nijer ghore giye pant chere elo. Ami dekhlam je Amiter bara ta payer majh khane dulche, tar mane Amit ghore giye underwear chere eseche.

    Amra chate gelam. Ami jakhon chter darza khulchilam takhon ektu awaz holo aar Amit amake pecho theke jariye dhore hath ta ke amar samner dike opor theke neech obdi bulate laglo. Hath bolate bolate Amiter hath amar mayee ar guuder opor rekhe rukhe ghurchilo. Amar mayee te hath diye Amit bollo, “ki re toke bra porte naa korechilam na?” Ami tatokhone darza ta khule phele chee. Chate giye Amit prathome darza ta bando kore dilo tarpor amake pechon theke dhore jariye nilo aar amar duyee mayeer opor hath rekhe chapte laglo aar bollo, “sabar age brata khule ne.” Ami chup thakate Amit amar kamizer sab botam khule dilo aar hath nabiye braer hook ta khule amar mayee theke bra tene phele dilo. Tyarpor Amit amar khola mayee duto dhore bollo, “tor chool tor kandh theke hotiye de.” Ami jeye amar chool sarate hath ta unchoo korlam Amit amar mayee dhore jore jore tipte laglo aar ekta mayee mukhe niye chuste laglo. Ami mone holo jeno keu amader dekhche tayee ami Amit ke bollam, “Tham tham, amader keu dekhe felte pare.” Ami mayee chere diye char dhare dekhte laglo aar ami ataratari amar lameez ta abar pore nilam, tobe botam lagalam na. Tarpor Amit chater char dhare ghure ese bollo, “keu kothao neyee. Ektu sabur kor. Ami bichanata theek kore nee.” Amit taratari bichanata theek kore nilo.

    Amit bichana theek korchilo aar amar du hantuu duto dhire dhire week hoyee jachillo. Amar guud theke dhire ras gariye gariye pora shuru hoye giyechilo. Amake Amit aste kore bichanate bosiye dilo aar nijeo amar kache bose porlo. Amit amake bolechilo, “eibar, akasher chand, tara aar bhawan dekhbe je ek bhai nijer boner guude bara dhukiye thapiye thapiye chudche. Amit eibar amr kandh theke amar nighty ta nabiye dilo. Jeyee amar mayee amar nighty theke beriye elo, Amit amar khola mayee dekhe bollo, “tor mayee gulo eto sundar aar sexy je mayee dekhleyee amar dhon khara hoye jaye.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor pant taa khuley nay.” Amit uthe danriye nijer track suit ta khule phello. Track suit ta khule jabar songe songe tar bara ta chokher samne beriye elo, karan Amit panter talaye kono underwear pore nee.

    Ami bose bose Amiter payer majh theke tracksuit ta bar kore dilam aar tar pore amar hath duto opore kore ek hath diye Amiter ekta beechee dhorlam aar anno hath diye tar barata chepe dhorlam. Barate hath bolate bolate ami Amiter barar mundee ta khule phellam. Amiter barar lal mundee dike takiye ami Amit ke bollam, “tor barata ta to akebarey khada hoye achchey.” Amit jhap kore amar pase bose porlo aar amar chokhe, mukhe chumu khete khete mukhta amar khola aar mota mota mayee obdi nabiye nilo. Amar mayeer bota duto sakhto hoye giyechilo aar amar sara ga takhon choda khabar janno tarpa chillo. Amar mayee te chumu khete khete Amit amake bollo, “shuyey pod. Tokay nangto korbo.” Ami balishe matha rekhe shueye porlam. Amit ek tan mere amar shlwarer nara ta khule dilo aar amake bollo, “pacha ta tol. Salwarta nambiye dee.”

    Amit hathter angul amar salwarer narar kache theke bhetore dhukiye diye amar guude hath dilo. Amar guude khanik kohon hath bolanor par Amit abar bollo, “pacha ta tol. Salwarta nambiye dee.” Ami eibar amar pacha ta tullam aar songe songe Amit du hath diye amar salwar ta khule dilo. Salwar ta kholar por Amit amake bollo, “paa phaak kor. Tor near guudey ektu haath dee.” Amit amar hantu duto dhore amar paa duto phank kore dilo aar hath diye amar janghe aste aste hath bolate laglo. Janghe hath bolate bolate Amit hath ta amar khola guuder kache niye elo. Amit eibar aste aste amar neda guude hath bolate laglo, tobe guuder bhetor angul dhokalo na. Ami paa duto aro phank kore Amit ke bollam, “Ssssssssss. Please amar guude tor angul dhukiye de.” Amar guude angule dhokale Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor gayer T-shirt ta khol, amio toke puro puri nengto dekhte chayee.” Tamit T-shirt ta khule phello aar amar duto khola payer majh khane bose amar mayee, pet, tal pet, aar janghe hath bolate laglo. Ami choda khabar janno more jachillam, aar amar mukh theke “Mnnnnn. Aaaeeee” awaj berochillo.

    Praye dash minute pore Amit amake bollo, “eibare ami toke pash balishe opor sueye debo.” Tarpor Amit amake tule pash balisher opor sueye dilo aar emon bhavbhe soyalo je pash balish ta amar komorer tolaye thaklo aar amar matha ta neeche bichanate royilo. Amit eibar amar paa duto dhore phank kore dilo aar tate amar guudta unchu hoye bairer dike berye roilo. Amit amake abar theke amar thonth, gala, mukhe chumu khete laglo. Chumu khete khete Amit amar sharir neecher dike nabte laglo. Amit neeche nabte nabte amar tal pete elo tarpor amar guude mukh na lagiye Amit amar jangher bhtor portion chata shuru korlo. Jangh chata hole Amit abar opoer dike uthe amar guuder kache pauchulo. Guuder kache paucheye Amit amake bollo, “eibar ami tor guud khabo.” Ami nekamai kore bollam, “naaa, naaa keu dekhe nebe. Amar gaye ekta chador diye de, please.” Amit amar kono kathaye kan na diye dukate amar guuder duto par dhore guudta khule dilo aar guuder bhetor ta bhalo kore dekhlo ar guude nak lagiye guuder gandho sunkte laglo aar bollo, “chupa chap sueye tha, ami tir guude aar konte chumu khabo bhalo kore.” Amit amar guuder char dhare aar konter char dhare jeev bulote laglo aar ami sukhe pagol hoye komor tola diye guudta Amiter mikhe bhalo kore lagate laglam. Amar mukh diye sudhu “aaaaah. Ooooh Ma. Aaaaee. Please. . . .!!” awaj berochillo. Amit eibar jeev ta amar guuder bhetor dhukiye dilo aar guuder bhetor char dhare jeev nariye nariye amake such dite laglo. Guud chuste chuste Amit amar mayeer bonta gulo angule niye chumri kat te laglo. Ami guud chodanor janoo pagol Amit ke bollam, “eibar amakey chudey de. Barata taratari amar guude dhoka aar jore jore thap mere amake chod.”

    Amit dhire kore amar guuder opor theke uthe porlo. Amar khola salwar ta Amit amar mathar tolay rakhlo jate amar matha beshi na nebe jaye. Amit amar duto charano payer majh khane boslo aar amake bollo, “Khuku tokey eibar ami guude bara dhukiye chudbo,” Amiter hath amar khola mayee niye khela korchilo. Ekta hath nabiye Amit barata dhore amar guuder mukhe lagala aar barata amar guuder opor ghoste thaklo. Barata amar guude lagar songe songe amar sara gaa ta shirshir kore uthlo aar ami Amit ke bollam, “amar guuuuuude toooor baraaaaaaata dhukiye dey. Aamake chod.” Amar katha sune barata ta aste kore amr guuder phutor modhey ektu dhukiye dilo. Ami komor tolate Amiter barar mundita amar guude dhuke gelo aar amar mukh theke “Hnnnnnnnn. Sssssssssssss” awaj berulo. Eibar Amita aste aste thap mere mere amake chudte laglo. Amit komor kheliye kheliye guuder bhetor barata dhokachillo aar bar korchillo aar duto hath diye amar mayee gulo chatkachillo. Amiter pratek thape barata guuder bhetor ektu beshi dhukchilo. Aste aste barata puro puri amar guude dhuke gelo aar amar aar Amiter tal pet mile gelo. Amar pete besh anekhoner hishi jama chilo aar seta Amiter thaper songe borute chaichilo. Ami amar guuder mansho peshee chepe amar hishi rukh chaichilam. Hishir chape amar guuder phuto aar bhetor ta khoob tight hoye giyechilo aar tatae Amit barar thap gulo khoob bhalo lagchilo. Ami Amiter pratek thaper songe songe amar komor tulchilam aar bolchilam, “aaeeiiii Oooooh Maaa. Bhishon lagchchey. Aar chudish naa.”

    Jatobar amar mukh theke gonganeer awaj beruchilo Amit tato bar tar mota barata amar guuder bhetor jor jhatka mere dhokachillo. Amiter bara ta amar guuder bhetor dhuke amar jarau te dhakka marchilo aar mai moner sukhe pond tule tule guud chodachilla aar bolchilam, “haan, eirakom kore chod tor boner guud. Bara diye tor boner guuder bhetor theke sab pipree gulo mere de. Shala, guud ta kal eto choda khelo tao bara gilbar janno chunk chunk korchilo. Chod chod boner guud chod bonachoda Amit. Amit eibar aro jore jore thap mere mere amake chudte laglo aar amar mukh theke sukher chote khali, “aaaargh. Aaaaaaee. Mnnnnnnnnnnn. Aaaeeeeeee” awaj berochilo. Amit o amake chudte chudte bolchilo, “Gnnnnnn. Ghnnnn. Aaaaaa. Ooooooh.” Kichukhon pore Amit bole uthlo, “aamar eibar berube, Khuku sona. Amar bara eibar jal charbe aar tor guud seii jal diye bhore jabe.” Ami pond tola dite dite bollam, “char, char amar guud bhore de. Tor barar jal diye amar guud ke chan koriye de sona amar. Aaaah Oooooh. Hnnnnnn. Aaaa.” Amar guuder jal Amiter theke ektu age beriye porlo. Amit amake chudte chudte tar barar ras amar guude chere diye amar opore netiye sueye porlo. Jeyee Amit amar opore sueye porlo ami du hath diye take jariye nilam aar tar mukhe chokhe chumu khete laglam aar amar guuder phutota chepe chepe Amit bara theke sab ras nijer guuder bhetor ninre nilam. Eidike amar khoob jore hishi peye gelo. Mone hochillo je Amiter barar oporeyee amar hishi beriye jabe. Khanik khon amra chup chap sueye thaklam aar ek dujon ke dhire dhire chumu khete thaklam. Amader choda chudir parishome ektu tandra ese giyechilo. Ektu pore hishir janno ami uthte giye dekhlam je Amit ekhono amar opor sueye ache aar amar ekta mayee mukhe niye chusche. Ami Amit ke aste kore bollam, “Amit eibare amake char. Amar bhishon jor hishe peyeche. Ami aar rukhte parchina.”

    Ami jantam je Amit jato sakhto opor theke hok na keno, Amit emnite bhetor theke besh narom manush. Amit amar opor theke uthe porlo aar ras jhara natano barata amar guud theke aste kore bar kore nilo. Bara taa amar guud theke plop awaj kore beriye porlo. Amit amar hath dhore amake tene bosiye dilo aar ami amar khola mayee aar guud niye Amiter pase boslam. Amit bose khanik khon amar mayee niye khela korlo aar tarpor bollo, “ja giye taratari hishi kore ne.” Ami Amit ke jigesh korlm, “ekhane kothaye hishi korbo? Amake bathroome jete hobe.” Amit amar mayee duto duhate tene bollo, “keno? Bathroome keno jete hobe?” Ami Amiter barata dhore bollam, “ahah, kuche bujhte pare na? Amar tor samne bose hishi korte lajja korbe na?” Amit takhon amar guude takhon angul diye bollo, “chup kar to Sali guud chodane magi, paa phank kore amar theke guud marate lajja neyee aar jato lajja amar samne phank kore bose guud theke mut bar korte jato lajja? Ja taratari nolere samne bose mutene.” Ami takhon nengto obostha te uthe giye noler samne hishi korte boslam. Amar bosar songe songe Amit uthe amar kache ese bose porlo aar amar guude hath bolate laglo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “guud theke hath sora, noyele amar hishi hobe na.” Amit amake khistee diye bollo, “tor lajjar gand mari. Chal taratari mute ne. Ami toke aro chidbo.” Ami taratari mukhta anno dike ghuriye pechchab kore nilam.

    Amit amar guud theke pechchabe opor hath rekhe amar guude hath bolate bolate jigesh korlo, “kemon lagche?” Ami bollam, “khoob bhalo.” Amit amake joriye chumu khete laglo aar khanik pore amake tule bichanate niye gelo. Ami bichanate bosle Amit amar pase bose amar mayee niye khela korte laglo. Amit kahin pore amake bollo, “kalke dupure amake abar Kharagpure jete hobe. Abar kal theke ami bose bose tor katha aar amader choda chudir katha bhabho. Amar jete ekdom bhalo lagche na.” Khanikohon por Amit abar bollo, “haan, tui tor guudtate sab samay parishkar rakhbee, Bujhlee? Tobe shave korish na tatae chool gulo sakhto hoye jabe. Amar tor parishkar guude mukh diye chat te aar chuste bhalo lage.” Ami matha nere haan bolla. Amit amar guude hath bolate bolate bollo, “eiye guudta amar.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tui ki ekhono bujhte parish na jeami toke bhishan bhabhe bhalobashee.” Amit bollo, “haan ami jani je tui amake khoob bhalobashish. Aar amio toke jakhan takhan amon chudee jebhave kono bhi nijer bon ke chodena.” Ami Amiter mathaye hath bolate bolate jigesh korlam, “tui abar kobe Kolkataye aschis?” Amit amake chumu kheyee bollo, “jakhon abar somaye bar korte parbo. Tobe Kharagpure aye amader IIT te Spring Festival janno” Ami songe songe Amit ke jigesh korlam, “tui ki amake tor hosteler ghore niye giye chudte chas?” Amit bollo, “haan, aar anek bar toke chudte chaiee.”

    Aro kichukhon abol tabol katha bolar por Amit amake bollo, “ami tokeye aro chudbo.” Ami aste kore jigesh korlam, “kon positioney chudbi, eibarey?” Amit amar mayee te mochor mere bollo, “tuee to akta haramjadee kukoor. Toke kukurer moton pechchon theke chudbo.” Ami bollam, “theek ache, tor je rakam ichchee seirakom kore amake chod. Jatobar ichchee tatobar amake chod. Ami tor kukur.” Ami hath nabiye Amiter barata dhorlam. Dekhaiam je barata ekono puro puri khara hiyee nee. Ami bhavlam je ami barata chuse khara kore dee, jate Amit amake pechon theke kukurer moton kore taratari chude deye. Ami Amiter netano barata niye hather modheye kachlate thaklam aar modheye modheye barar mundee theke chamra ta hotiye tate angul ragrate thaklam. Kichukhon pore Amiter barata khara holo aar ta dekhe ami Amit ke bollam, “aaye ebar amake cgod bhalo kore.” Amit amar pas theke uthe amake utheye amake pechon phire bosalo aar amake pash balisher opor upur kore sueye dilo aar nije amar pechone giye boslo. Amit ektu jhunke barata amar guuder phutor opor rakhlo aar amake bollo, “ektu phank kor, tor paa dutow.” Ami hath ta neeche niye giye hather duto angul diye amar guuder thont duto khule rakhlam.

    Amit amar guuder phuto khalo peye nijer komor nariye ekta thap marlo aar tar barata char char kore amar guude dhuke gelo Ami sukher chote “aaaeeeee” kore uthlam. Amit barata eibar praye ek inch moton bar kore abar jore ekta thap marlo aar barata abar char char kore amar guude dhuke gelo. Ami abar “aaeeee. Hnnnn. Aaaeeeee” kore uthlam. Thap mar sala, “aaeee.” Bar kar bara ta, “Oooooh.” Ami khik khon thap khabar por Amit ke bollam, “aar chudish na. Oooooh. Thama. Please moray jaabow.” Amit bollo, “chup, chup kor guud chodani choot marani magi.” Amake chup korte bole, Amit amar khola pachate thappor marte laglo aar thaper por thap mere mere amake chude jete laglo. Amiter thaper eto jor chilo je ami majhe majhe pash balish theke nebe jachillam. Amit amar hath dhore amake abar pash balisher opor tene amakr guude bara diye thaper thap mere amake chudte laglo. Amake chudte chudte Amit amake bollo, “haramjadee magee, amar chodon khete khete nijer kont niye khela kor.” Amio lakhee meyer moto guuder thont chere diye angul diye guuder konta narte laglam.

    Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Ager kaler Canadian enginer pistoner moton Amiter barata amar guude dhukchilo ar berochillo. Ami aar amar guud choda khete khete arame pagol hoye jachillam. Kichukhon eibhave chalar por amar tal pete mochor mara shuru hoye gelo aar ami bujhte parlam je eibar amar guuder jal khosbe. Amar mukh theke Amiter thaper songe songe khali “aaaaa. Ohhhhh Nnnnnnnnn. Ooooooh. Aaeeeee” awaj berochilo. Amito bujhte parchilo je amar guuder jal eibare khoshbe. Amit amake chudte chudte bolchillo, “char, char guuder jal ta chere de haramjadee magee amar baratar opore guuder jal char.” Ami thap khete khete bolchillam, “aaahhhh. Nnnnnnnnn. Ooooooh aaeeeee,” aar amar guud theke jal khoslo. Amiter baratao amar guuder bhetor lafa lafi korte dekhe ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit amar sona bhai, de diye de tor boner guuder bhetor bara jal char. Tor barar jal diye tor boner guuder teshta meta.” Kintu Amiter eibar second bar jal berobar chilo bole ektu beshi samay nichhillo. Khanik khon pore Amit ekta naree talano thap mere barata amar guude bhetor rekhe barar ras chere dilo aar amar opor netiye pore gelo.

    Amar opor shoye shoye Amit komor nariye noriye bara theke jato ta parlo pheda ber kore amar guude chrlo. Amar guude Amiter pheda porte amar sara sharir kempe kempe uthlo. Kukurer moto obosthate guud chudiye amar hath paa sab jam hoye giyechilo. Ami bhabhchillam je kakhon Amit amake bolbe thik hoye sute jate ami guud maranor anondo ta bhalo bhave upobhog korte pari. Amit khanik por Amit amar peeth theke uthe porlo aar amio bichanate chit hoye shoye porlam. Shoye shoye ami amar hath paa sab tan tan kore hathe payer jam gulo khullam. Amit amar pase shoye shoye amake jariye dhorlo aar amar sara mukhe aar amar khola nengto mayee te chumu khete laglo. Amio Amit ke joriye tar mukhe chumu khelam. Khaink por ami Amiter dike pacha kore shoye porlam aar Amito amake pechon theke joriye niye ekta paa amar opor tule dilo aar ekta hath diye amater bota niye khela korte laglo. Ami Amar ekta paa ektu tule amar dupayer phank theke ekta hath bar kore Amiter bara ta dhore hathe te kachlate laglam. Khanik khon bara kachlanor par ami bara ta hathe kore niye amar guuder phutor opor ragrate laglam. Khaink khon por Amit amake jigesh korlo, “ki re kemon choda kheli, bol?” Ami bollam, “mmmmmm. Khoob bhalo.” Amit amar ghare aar kandhe chumu khete laglo. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “kee re. Tor nijer bon key chudey keerokom lagchchey?” “Great.” I answered back, “Mmmmm.” And snuggled closer to him and let him know how much I liked getting fucked by him.

    Amit amar pase khink khon shiye royilo aar tar por amake bollo, “ami kal chole jabo. Tobe toke ekla chere jabo na. Toke amar songe niye jabo.” Ami Amiter bhalobasha bujhte pere ta ke bollam, “lokhee sona. Tor poda shona kor. Tui to janish jay ami toree. Tuee jokhon chaibee tokhonee ami tokay deeyey amar guud chodabo. Tui khalee bolay daykh.” Amit amake chumu kheye bollo, “haan, ami seta janee. Ami condom pore chudte bhalobashi naa aar tai tuee pill khete shuru korechis. Ami toke chudte khoob bhalobashee. Ami tor kache thakte chaee. Arr amader majhkhane kono anno jinish thakte dite chaee na.” Ami amar mukhta Amiter dike ghoralam. Amit amar mukhe chumu khelo aar amake bollo, “ami amr songe kal tor kono jinish niye jete chaee. Ami chaee je kal sara din tuee saree por thak aar tar tolaye tuee ekta panty pore thakbe. Amar mone hoye je kal diner modheye ami tor songe kichkhon ekla thakte parbo, aar tor panty tor guuder rase bhije jabe. Ami bari theke borebar age tuee tor bra aar panty ta khule amake diye debee. Ami tor bra aar panty amar songe niye jete chaee. Ami Kharagpure giye tor bra aar panty shunkbo aar tor mayee aar guuder katha bhabho. Aar haan, ami tor mathar chul ektu kete niye jabo.” Ami aste kore Amit ke “haan” bollam. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit amake khoob behi bhalobashe.

    Amra khanik khon chup thaklam aar tar por ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit ami tor bara ta ekbar chusbo” aar ami ghure Amiter netiye pora barata niye mukhe dhukiye nilam. Ami jeyee Amiter bara ta mukhe nilam, Amit omni shoye porlo tobe amar mathar dike paa kore aar nijer mukhta amar guuder opor rekhe diye amar guud chat te laglo. Kichu khon guud chosar por Amit amake bollo, “tor paa ta ektu oporey kor,” aar amar opor diker pa ta opore tule dilo aar eibar amar khola gude mukh diye amar guud aar guder kont ta chat te laglo. Amar guud choshani te khoob aram lagte laglo ar m Amiter netano barata puro puri amar mukhe bhetor dhukiye bara ta chuste laglam. Amiter baratar swad kemon jano anno rakomer chilo. Ami Amiter bara theke amar guuder gandho aar tar raser swad pachchillam. Ami ekbar barata amar mukh theke bar kore tar mundee ta khule nilam aar abar bara ta ke mujhe dhukiye chuste laglam.

    Ami Amiter barata dhore chuschillam aar Amit amar guud aar guuder kont chat chillo. Abar kakhono kakhono amra puro guuder bedi ta te jeev ghudiye ghuriye chat chillo. Praye du minuter modhee Amiter bara ta abar khara hoye gelo aar mar konta to sukher chote mone hochillo je phete jabe. Amar mukh theke gunganor awaj ber hote laglo. Ami Amit ke bolla, “haramjada chele kichu kor. Ami aar parchina.” Amit amake bollo, “chal ami tor opore chore toke arek bar chudee.” Amit ebar pash balish aar balish ta amar mathar neeche diye dilo aar paa duto khule amar diu payer majh khane hantu gere boslo. Ami amake boolo, “ami chayee je tuee bhalo kore dekh je ami toke kemon bhabhe chudee.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “danra. Amar guudta key phank korey dhoree” aar amar dan hather du angul diye amar guuder phuto ta ke phanke kore dhorlam aar baan hath diye Amiter bara ta dhore amar guuder photar mukhe lagiye dilam. Ami jhunke amake chumu khelo. Ami aste kore amar duto paa phank kore opore dike tule dilam. Amit amar khola guud dekhe komor ta ektu nariye barar mundee ta aste kore amar khola guude dhukiye dilo. Ami komor tola diye Amit pura bara ta guud diye kheye nilam. Eibar Amit ekta thap mere praye adh khani barata amar guude dhukiye dilo. Pher ek jhtka mer puro bara ta gude char char kore dhukiye dilo. Amit eibar jhtka mere mere amake chudte laglo aar hath diye amar mayee gulo chatkate laglo. Amit jhunke amake chumu khete khete jeev ta amar mukhe dhukiye dilo. Amai amar hath aar paa diye Amit ke joriye dhorlam aar neech theke pond tola dite dite guud ke Amiter bara khaote laglam. Aste aste amit choda speed barate laglo aar amio pond tolar speed bariye dila. Amit amar du paa komor theke nabiye nijer kandhe rakhlo aar jhunke pore jore jore thap mere amake chudte laglo. Paa duto kandhe thakaye bara ta amr guuder anek bhetore jachillo aar amar jarau te giye dhakka marchilo. Jarau obdee thap khete khete ami sukhe pagol hoye gelam aar Amit ke bilte lagla, “chod, chod bokachod nijer boner giid chod. Sala aar kauke pelina je nijer boner guud chudchees? Ohhhhhh Ahhhhhh chod, chod sala khoob bhalo lagche. Mar mar amar guud bhalo kore thapp mar aar amar guud phatiye de. Haan haan eirakom mokor kheliye kheliye thap gulo mar. Ne Ne amio pond tola dite dite toke chudchee.” Khanik por amar guuder jal khaslo aar songe songe Amit o amar guuder bhetor bara diye jal charlo. Amara choda chudee korte korte thoke giye chilam bole chup chap shouye jore jore sans nite jirote laglam.

    Khanik por Amit amake bollo, “tuee shottee chudtay parish.” Amio Amit ke bollam, “toee – o chudtey parish. Babbah. Amaar guudta haluaar moton dheelay hoye gyachaey.” Eto ghoo ghono choda chudee korate ami aar Amit khoob thoke giye chilam. Tayee amader chokh lege gelo. Khanik por chader opor ratree belar janoo amar thanda lagte lago aar amar ghoom bhenge gelo. Ami uthe ghoree dekhlam je amra prayee ek ghanta ghumiye porechilam. Ami bhalo kore dekhlam je ami emdom ulongo hoye Amiter pase shoye achee amar matha ta Amiter hather opor rekhe. Ami uthe Amit ke chumu khelam. Tar por bose bose amar galar har, hather churee aar kaner dul gulo pore nilam. Ei bar ami uthe danriye nijer jama kapor porte laglam. Amitero ghum bhenge gelo aar se uthe bose amar mayee gulo tipe bollo, “satee bolte kee, tuee aar tor eii mayee gulo bhison sexy. Tor mayee gulo dekhleyee amar bara khara hoye jaye aar tor guude dhukte chaye.” Ami Amiter hath amar mayye theke sate kore soriye diye billam, “ ei bar tham, Anek hoyeche. Rat 3.00 beje geche. Ekun neeche chal. Abar pore dekha jabe.” Amit uthe porlo aar nijer jama kapor gulo porte shuru kore dio. Jama kapor porte Amit amake bollo, “ami kintu ek bar aro toke chudte chayee.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “amio seta chayee, kintu ekhun aar somaye neyee. Amader neeche jete hobe.” Amit aar kichu bollo na. Se amar bra ta niye bollo, “eta ami nijer kache rekhe nichhee.” Ami matha nere haan bollam.

    Amit nijer pant porte laglo. Panter bhetor bara ta dhokabar somay ami seta ke dhore khoob kore chumu khelam aar barar mundee ta ek bar chete dilam. Amit amake soriye dilo aar bollo, “thak aar bara ta chusis na. Bara khara hole amake abar chudte hobe.” Jama kapor porar por ami bhalo kore char pase dekhe nilam je kono kichu chere to jachchina. Ta nahole pore sabaiyee jante parbe je amra chate giye choda chudi korechee. Tar por amara chabee niye darja khule neeche chole elam. Niche aste maa jigesh korlo, “ki re Khuku tuee?” Ami “haan” bollam aar aro bollam je “tomar dadar chele khali tara dekhar sakh, kee korbo deri hoye gelo.” Amara nijere nijer ghore jete jete Amit amake phisphis kore bollo, “amar katha gulo bhulish na. Sab mone rakhbee.” Ami khali matha nere “haan” bollam aar nijer ghore chole gelam. Ami ghore soja bichanate shoye porlam. Tobe ghum aschilo na. Khali guud ta barar thap kheye kheye tantan korchilo aar mayee duto te tepa tepir janno mishtee mishtee baitha korchilo. Amar sara gaye hathe paye baitha korchilo. Kintu baitha ta aro choda khabar janno korchilo. Dhire dhire ami ghumiye porlam. Porer din sakal bela uthe chan kore ami ekta saree porlam aar tar tolaye panty porlam. Blouse porar age ekta patla lace deoa bra porlam. Ami jantam je Amit jabar age amar theke panty aar bra chaiyebe. Amit porer din anek derite uthlo. Aar uthe chan tan sere nilo. Ami maa ke kal rater tara dekh aar nana rakom galpo baniye baniye bollam.

    Maa amar sab galpo sune amake bollo, “theek ache. Amit tor bhai hochchee. Tar janno ek rat noye ektu kam ghumolee.” Luncher por Amit amake bollo, “chal tor ghore chal. Tor songe khanik khon galpo koree.” Ami bujhte parlam je Amit ki bolte chaiche. Ami maar samne giye bollam, “ maa dekho Amit ki bolche. Se ekhon amar songe galpo korbe aar amake ghumote debena. Kal rateo ami chat theke rat 3.00 somay nebechee. Ekhon amar ghum pachchee.” Maa amake ekbar dekhe bollo, “Khuku, ki ja ta bolchis. Amit tor bhai hochchee, tuee take nijer ghore niye jaa aar shoye shoye Amiter songe galpo kor giye.” Ami emon bhabh dekhalam jeno ami khoob rag korehee aar maa ke bollam, “maa!!! Tumi ki chao na je ami ektu ghumiye nee?” Tar por ami Amit ke bollam, “chal amar ghore chal aar tor jato sab aje baje galpo sona. Tobe hote pare je ami tor galpo sunte sunte ghumiye pori.” Amit maake suniye amake bollo, “Khuku tue bhison aje baje galer boyee porish aar tar janno tor matha te aar kichchuu neyee.” Erpor ami amar ghore gelam aar Amit amar pechon pechon amar ghore dhuke porlo. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit amake tar galpo sonabe na tar bara amar guud ke khaobe.

    Ami jakhon ghore dhuklam to ami amar ghorer darja ta bando kore tate khil lagiye dilam. Amit amake pechon theke dhore niye amar acncholer bhetore hath dhukiye amake nijer dike tante laglo. Ami Amiter hather bhetor paunche gelam. Amit amake chumu kheye bollo, “tuee darja te khil dilee, tuee ki bhabjchees je to ke ami rkhon chudbo?” Ami “na”bollam. Amit jor diye bollo, “haan ami jani” Amio galaye jor diye bollam, “naa, ami tar janno darja te khil dee nee.” Amit ektu shanty hoye amake bollo, “dekh, ami chaiee je tor panty ta ekebare bhije jak, jate ami jakhon ota niye jabo to tate tor guuder gandho lege thakbe. Tuee ekhon panty pore achis to?” Ei bole Amit amar pachar opor hath buliye ami panty pore achee ki na dekhe nilo. Amio muchkee hense bollam, “haan, ami panty pore achee.” Eibar Amit amake joriye dhorlo aar amar sara mukhe, golaye kandhe chumu khte laglo aar amake bollo, “tuee ekta sexy, aar guud chodane magee.” Amit atr por amake bichanate niye gelo aar amar sara gaye chumu khete laglo. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit amake garam kore dite chai jate amar guud theke ras beriye beriye amar panty ta bnalo kore bhije jak.

    Amar blouser hook gule pechon dike chilo. Hook gulo khulte khulte Amit khoob garam hoye gelo. Amit amake bollo, “danra agge tor achol ta tor blouser opor theke soriye dee.” Amar achol saranor por Amit amake shoye dilo aar amar blouser hook gulo dhire dhire khulte laglo. Hook khola hole Amit blouse ta khule niye bichanar neeche phele dilo. Eibar amar patla bra Dhaka mayee te chumu khete khete bollo, “tuee katokhon dhore ei bra ta pore achis?” Ami bollam, Prayee du ghonta.” Amit abar jigesh korlo, “tuee kono scent to lagas nee to? Ami tor bra theke tor ghaner gandho nite chayee tor scenter noye.” Ami bollam, “na ami kono scent lagayee nee.” Amit amar mayee te chumu kheye sara bra Dhaka mayeer gandho sunkte laglo aar bollo, “Dey. Tor bra ta khulay nee aar ektu mayee teepey nee.” Amit taratari amr bra ta khule nilo aar amar khola mayee duto du hathe niyee tipte laglo.

    Amit tar ekta hath nabiye amar komore sareer badhoner kache niye elo aar tar angul diye saree, sayar bhetore dhukiye shurshitee dite laglo. Khaink pore Amit amake bollo, “tor saree ta khuley deechchee. To na hoyeley mushray jaabey.” Amit aste kore amar saree ta khule dilo. Saree kholar por Amit bollo, “eibar tokey puro puri nengto korbo.” Ami kichu na bole amar mukhta anno dike ghuriye nilam aar Amit ja korche ta korte dilam. Saree kholar por Amit tar hath ta amar petticoater samne niye ese amar guudta sayar opor theke ragrate laglo aar amake bollo.. “haramjadi. Guudboti.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor jama kapor gulo khule phel, Ami tor khara bara ta dekhte chayee.”

    Amit kichu bllo na aar chup chap nijer jama kapor khule nengto hoyee gelo. Ami nengto hote ami dekhlam je Amiter bara ta aaj besh mota sota lagche. Ami bhabhlam je kal rate amar guude dhuke hoyto Amiter bara ta aaj aro mota hoyee jeche. Ami bujhte parchilam na je Amiter eto mota barata amar mukhe dhukbe ki na? Nengto nobar por Amit position niye amar tal pete aar guuder bedi te chumu khelo aar amar peticoater opor theke amar guuder opor chumu khelo. Jato bar Amit amar guude chumu khachhillo amar pondta apna apnee uthe jachhillo. Khanik khon pore Amit amar sayar nara ta jhule dilo aar amake bollo, “tor saya ta khooley dichchee.” Ami amar pond tule dhorte Amit amar saya ta amar komor theke nabiye dilo aar seta mati te phele dilo. Amit tar por bichanar kache danriye amake bollo, “ekhon ami toke emon sukh debo, ja tuee aage bhabhte parish nee.” Ami kichu bollam na tobe bhabhchillam je eibar Amit ki korbe? Amit amar saya ta matee theke tule tar nara ta khule nilo aar seta diye amar paa duto palonger mashareer post theke bendhe dio. Ami matha nere naa korate Amit amake chor dekhiye bollo, “chupa shoe thak ta na hole thappor marbo.” Amit abar bollo, “beshee jhamela korley tor komor dhore toke ulte diye tor pond merey debo.” Takhon ami chup kore shoye thaklam. Ami takhon Amiter samne khali ekta panty pore paa chariye shoye chilam. Hatat Amit bathroome gelo aar bathroom theke ekta tooth brush niye elo. Tooth brush theke tap tap kore jal porchilo. Ami kichu bujhte parhilam na.

    Amit ebar bichanar opor chore amar paa dutor majh khane boslo. Amit amar guuder char dhare aar guder opor hath bolate laglo aar ami sukher chote chat fat korte korte pond tola dite laglam jate Amiter puro hath ta amar guud ke ador kore. Amit ebar toothbrush ta hate niye amake boolo, “hath duto opor dike tole dhor. Ebar toke toothbrush treatment debo.” Ami kichu bujhte parchilam na. Ami bhoye bhoye Amit ke bollam, “amar guud ta chcheeray jabey. Lokhee sona, aita diye guude laggash na.” Amit amar kotha sunlo na aar toothbrush diye amar panteer oopor theke amar kont theke shuru kore amar pond obdee toothbrush bolate laglo. Amar sara ga diye electric current boye gelo aar ami sucher chote pagol hoye jete laglam.

    Ami gungueeye Amit ke bollam, “tham, tham. Please, Please. Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn.” Amit bujhte parlo je eto sukhe ami amar mukh bando korte parbo na aar amar maa sunte parbe. Aar ta hole to sab “kelor kirtee.” Amit bichana theke uthe giye nijer romal ta niye elo aar seta mure gol kore jor kore amar mukhe dhukiye dilo. Ami hath diye mukher theke romal ta hatate gele Amit bollo, “ha, romal bar korish na. Hath duto opor dike tule rakh.” Amit tar por toothbrush ta amar guud theke amar pond obdee sursuree dite laglo. Dhire dhire toothbrush diye shursuree ta jore jore hote laglo. Ami sukher chote chatphat korte korte pond tola dite laglam. Mukhe romal thakar janno amarmukh theke awaj ta aste aste bar hochhilloo.Amar mukh theke “hnnnn. Nnnnnnnnn. Mmmmmmm.” Eibar Amit toothbrusher brusher deek diye hurshuree dite laglo. Ete amar aro aram hote laglo. Ek bar brush diye amar konte te shurshuree dilo aar amar mukh theke “Hnnnn. Nnnnnnnnn. Mmmmmmm” awaj berulo. Amit jigesh korlo, “kire, laglo nakee?” Ami matha nere bollam, “naaaaa.” Amit bujhte parlo je amar khoob taratari guud theke ras berobe aar taee se brush diye jore jore aar tarataree shurshuree dite thaklo. Kich khon poryee amar guuder jal khoslo.

    Amit amake khanik khoner janno chere dilo jate ami ektu susth hoyee nee, tar por amar mukh theke romal khule niye amake jigesh korlo, “ki re, kemon laglo?” Ami Amit ke duto aste kore ghunsee mere bollam, “page hele, tuee janis na amar kirom legeche. Sala amar pran aarektu hole beriye jeto. Tuee etosob kotha theke sikhlee?”Amit amake chumu kheye bollo, “esob amar matha theke beriyeche. Aar ta chara ekta jubotee meyeke kirokom korleye tar such hoyee seta jana achee.” Ami khanik khon chup kore royeelam aar sara ga diye sukher amej uthte laglo. Amar guuder phutota bare khul chilo aar bando hochhillo. Amit uthe amar paa duto khule dilo aar abar amar kache bose bollo, “Okay. Ebar amar Kharagpur jabar janno prastutee korte hobe.” Amit abar bollo, “ami tor panty aar bra ta amar songe niye jabo. Tor panty ta tor guuder rase ekdom bhije geche aar tar theke ami jakhon chaibo tor guuder gandho sunkte parbo. Ei toothbrushe tor guuder ras lege ache aar er theke ami jakhon chaibo tor guuder taste nite parbo.” Ami takhon Amit ke bollam, “aar amar kee hobe? Amar kache to tor kono kichu royelo na.” Amit bollo, “seta tor baypar.” Ami bollam, “theek ache kon kore ekbar amake tor bara chuse tor barar ras ta amake khete de.” Amit bollo. “na, seta hobe na. Barar ras theke bhison kharap gandho chare. Tuee seta khete parbi na.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tuee amar katha ta manbee na ami tor hath aar paa bendhe debo tar por tor bara ta amar mukhe pure chuste thakbo, jatokhon na tor pheda beroye?”

    Amar katha sune Amit chomke gelo aar ami take bichanate shoye dilam. Tar por ami Amiter du payer majh khane bose tar barata mukhe niye chuste laglam aar bichee guno niye khelte laglam. Ami bara chuste chste Amit ke bollam, “amar panty ta khule de.” Ami jantam je jeyee Amit amar khola guud dekhbe tar bara ta khara hoyee thakbe jatokhon na tar mal ber hoyee. Ami amar panty ta khule dilo. Ami amar paa ta Amiter mukher dike kore amar guud ta tar mukher opor rekhe Amiter bara ta chuste laglam. Panch minute chosar poreyee Amiter bara theke mal beriye amar mukhe porte laglo aar ami mal gulo ta aram se dhak dhak kore khete laglam. Amit amar mukhe mal dhalte dhalte bollo, “Sali, ek ta phonta baire phelbee na, puro mal ta kheye ne Sali kuttee.” Yes. It did smell. It was salty. But I drank it up. We lay together for over 30 minutes.

    Ami bayre theke cup plater awaj sune bujhte parlam je bikeler chayer byabostha hochhe aar tai ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit uthe por, bikeler chayer byabostha hochhe. Anek guud aar bara niye khela hoyeche. Eibar amader abar theke bhai aar bon seje bayree jete hobe.” Amit amar katha sune bvichana theke uthe nijer jama kapor pore nilo. Ami almaree khule ekta fresh bra bar kore porlam aar amar blouse aar maitete pora saree ta joriye nilam. Ami aar Amit bayree bhalo mukh kore beyrire elam, jeno kich hoye nee. Cha khete khete Amit maa ke bollo, “Pishee, tumi Khuku ke amader Spring break te Kharag pur patiye dao.” Maa Amiter kotha sune ektu bhebhe bollo, “theek ache.” Cha kheye Amit bollo, “theek ache, ami bus niye Horah station e chole jabo.” Ami bollam, “keno? Ami toke gari kore Howrah station chere asbo.” Maa amar katha sune bollo, “theek ache, Khuku Amit ke gari kore Howrah station chere debe.”

    Gari te bose Amit bollo, “ami toke chithee debo. Aarami bhebhechee je tor guuder nam ami Neera debo. Tate jadee keu tor chithee pore to bujhte parbe na.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “theek ache aar ami tor bara ke kukur bole likhbo.” Ami muchkee hense bollam, “tor kukur kemon ache?” Amit hense bollo,, “keno kukur keno?” Ami bollam, “kukur taee theek ache. Sab samay guuder janno chunk chunk kore.” Ami hense bollo, “tuee Neerar dekha shona korbee. Aar tar chul baro hote dish na.” Amit khanik bhebhe bollo, “haan, son, tuee pil lhaya chere de. Pill kahoa healther janno theek na. Tobe Kharagpur asar age abar pil khete shuru korish.” Ami matha narlam. Amit hath diye amar sareer opor theke guuder opor hath rekhe bollo, “eta amar property. Eta ke samle rakbee.”

    Station gari pouchule Amit neeche theke kono jinish nete gelo. Ami jigesh korlam, “neeche ki pore chee?” Amit kono uttar na diye, hatat amar mayee te chumu khelo aar gari theke nebe gelo. Amit gari theke nebe train e boslo aar khanik khon por train chere dilo. Ami abar gari kore bari chole elam aar bhabhte laglam je amra ki ki korechee.

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  • Sex medicine

    I was studying M. Tech, and to our shock and surprise one of our classmate and friend Gandhi, was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide taking arsenic poison. Gandhi was married six months earlier; his wife Madhusmitha was studying M.A in English literature at Andhra University. We couldn’t understand the reasons for his suicide.

    We informed his parents, and they arrived next morning by car from Vijayawada. His father went along with the Warden and some of our friends to the mortuary to complete the formalities and take home his son’s body. Gandhi’s mother was crying continuously, and I was left to take care of her. I took her to the Guesthouse, urged her to take bath, and brought some breakfast and coffee from the hostel mess. She refused to have breakfast, but on my insistence had a cup of coffee. She was still crying. I was at loss, not knowing how to console a grieving mother. Involuntarily, I placed my hands on her shoulders. She leaned on to my chest burying her face and hugged me. I put my hand on her head stroking to console her and thought, “Let her cry out.” My fingers ran into her thick hair.

    Her crying, gradually reduced to sobs, but she was holding me tightly, her large breasts pressing at my chest, her whole body touching mine. I couldn’t control myself, my cock became hard and erect, since I was wearing a lungi, and my hardness was apparent making a tent. I was embarrassed; my body chemistry was beyond my control. But to my surprise, Gandhi’s 44 yr old mother was pressing her self, against me and my hard cock, I looked at her back, there was no doubt in my mind, that she was thrusting her self against my hard cock. I could feel my hard erect maleness against her soft mound. Her body was on fire with desire, I cupped her soft big enormous wide protruding arse cheeks, pressing and kneading with my hands. Her fingers were digging into my back. Her hair knot got untied, her beautiful soft thick knee length hair spread onto her back beyond her thunderous thighs. The soft ness of her silky hair touching my hands further aroused my carnal desire. I took hold of her face into my hands. She was looking into my eyes. I could sense the animal desire in her eyes; I licked all over her face, her cheeks and finally ran my tongue over her thick pouting lips. She parted her juicy lips as I inserted my tongue into her inviting mouth. She took my lower lip into her mouth and started kissing, sucking, all the time pressing herself against me.

    There was no need for words, and there was no doubt in my mind, I led her to the bed, and we lay on the bed facing each other, as I was feeling her big breasts, she removed her blouse and bra, and thrust one of breast into my mouth. I sucked on her engorged hard jutting nipple, while stroking the other nipple and squeezing it. Her hand reached between my thighs and took my long thick cock into her hands, feeling its hardness. Oh! Shiva, I can’t wait, dear do it. Do it to me. I got up, took off her saree and petticoat, as she raised her bottom, spread her fat thighs wide, and entered her inviting juicy cunt with all my energy, savagely, opening her cunt, filled her deep cunt to the bottom, and looked into her eyes. The banal desire in her eyes was unmistakable, her hands on my hips pressing me against her. I took her breasts into my hands fondling them. She urged, “Fuck me”. I started fucking her savagely with all the force and energy to rip her cunt apart, to go farther and farther into her depths. Oh, my son, fuck me fuck your mother, fuck me, my son, she was repeating the same words again and again, while moving her self up to meet each of my stroke. She came, finally, as if a volcano erupted, as if an earth quake occurred, her whole body in frenzied uncontrollable spasms, as she dug her nails into my back scratching, drawing blood. I said “amma, amma, ammaaaaaaaa, as I ejaculated my hot loads of sperm into her cunt. We lay still, till our bodies returned to normality, kissed me all over my face. She went to the bathroom and came back hugged me kissing me all over my face,

    “Shiva, You filled me, filled the void in me, and fulfilled me. I sat on the bed and she put her head in my lap and lay down on the bed, my hands caressing and fondling her big breasts. Do you know, what could be the plausible reason for my son to end his life?”

    I said, “I don’t know.”

    Padma said, “He couldn’t fuck his wife, the first night”

    “Is that so? Amma” I said

    “It is. He is not like you. I wish he had a cock like yours, so big, beautiful, and virile. I wish you are my son.”

    “Yes, I am your son now, amma”. If I were your son really, I would not have married any other girl” I said.

    “Why, Shiva, “she asked taking my already erect and hard cock in her hands.

    “Because, if you were my mother, I would have married you”

    “You, silly, you can’t marry me if I were your mother, but you can have me, son

    She asked, “Do you like me so much that you want to marry me, son?”

    Padma was 44 yr old, tall, very fair, with oily smooth unblemished skin, beautiful oval face, high cheekbones, full lips, her beautiful big 42DD breasts still firm, conical, extending out of her small frame, narrow waist and wide and big 46” bottom. Her long hair was thick, oily, curly, soft, jet-black, lustrous, shining, reaching her thunderous smooth banana trunk like thighs.

    “You are beautiful and sexy and exciting Amma” I said stroking her hard jutting big brown nipples with my tongue and fingers. Her breasts became hard and her nipples grew bigger and hard. “Shiva, do you think I am crazy woman, giving her self on a day, when my son is dead” No, Padma, You are not crazy; I understand your need to have your son in you, Do you really, Shiva, I could have helped him, my son, with love, I could have taught him to fuck. It’s so simple; because he couldn’t fuck his wife that first night, he thought he was impotent. He should have told me, come to me, I would have made his cock big and hard, and he could have fucked me. How do you know amma? He wrote a letter to his wife, a week back. My cock was hard again, She kneeled down, took my cock into her hands kissed the beautiful pink knob ran her tongue along the shaft , licked my scrotum and balls, then took the cock into her mouth sucked , “ Shiva, Your cock is so enormous, magnificent, long, thick and beautiful”

    “Amma, I want to fuck you,” I said

    I pulled her up by her hair, asked her to bend. She obeyed, bent, her ass high up, her legs spread wide, resting her hands on the bed, and her hair fell down on both sides of her face touching the floor. Her cunt spread wide and inviting. I entered her inviting juicy cunt, doggy style. Oh! Shiva, you filled me up to my belly button, fuck me. Fuck me my son. I fucked and fucked leisurely enjoying each and every stroke. She orgasm violently, her whole body in ecstatic spasms, her cunt muscles all of a sudden gripping my cock, squeezing my cock, I stood still, allowing her to enjoy the long drawn multiple orgasms and then allowed my self to ejaculate hot loads of thick juice into her cunt. It was the lunchtime, I went out brought lunch for both of us, had a light lunch, and while we were talking, her husband came. They took Gandhi’s body in a taxi, to their village.

    I went to attend the thirteenth day ceremony, and stayed. After all the guests went Padma came to my room, in the night and we fucked. Two days later, Padma sent her widowed daughter-in-law, 20 yr old Madhusmitha, who was still a virgin, dressing her up like a bride, in traditional way for the first night. Padma decorated the bed and the room as if it was the first night. Madhu , 5”6” tall, lean, beautiful round face, with large expressive eyes, juicy lips, 36-26-38 figure, long smooth hair arranged into a single plait and decorated with jasmine flowers, wearing her wedding kanjeevaram silk saree, was brought by padma to my room with a glass of milk .

    Padma said, make her happy and make her pregnant. I deflowered Madhu, that night. And after Madhu slept, I went to Padma, who was waiting for me and we fucked till wee hours. I stayed for 10 days, fucking both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, day and night and returned to the college. I got a phone call from Padma and her daughter-in-law Madhu informing me that both were pregnant, impregnated by me. Both were happy. People thought it was Gandhi who made his wife pregnant. Padma and Madhu both delivered male babies. I went there; both Padma and Madhusmitha were proud mothers. And that night I was breastfed by both mothers and my cock was sucked dry. I visited them often, enjoying them. Padma’s husband knew about our secret affair.

    He got interested in his daughter-in-law and she willingly got fucked by him. He was happy to have both the women. Later on we had foursomes. Padma and her husband adapted Madhu as their daughter. I still keep in touch with them, visiting them whenever the occasion arises. Secretly, I was the son Padma lost, I was the husband Madhu lost, fulfilling the vacuum left by Gandhi, and filling the void left, both physically and psychologically. Madhu is now an English Professor in a reputed college, living with her in-laws (adapted parents) and our children. Send ur comments to [email protected]

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  • Aprosidiac aunty magnificent

    After completing my SSC exams, I went to my Aunty- mother’s elder sister Rajeswari Devi’s house. Raji aunty’s husband was her maternal uncle. Raji got married when she was 16 and her uncle 29. They have two daughters Radha and Visala 21 and 19. Both got married. Raji’ husband was govt. Officer, got transferred to state head quarters and didn’t shift the family. He used to visit aunty once a month or so. Raji was alone in the house and It was proposed by her that I stay with her, join the college for my inter course. My parents agreed. That’s why I went to stay with her. More over since she doesn’t have male child, I was treated like her son.

    Even at that age I was sexually attracted towards her and spent all day looking at her. Raji Aunty was 39, 5’6″ tall, has beautiful sexy figure, a heavyset lady, large expressive eyes, pleasant pectorals, round face, thick juicy lips, dimple cheeks, blemish less clear smooth skin, long thick jet black silky smooth lustrous shining hair reaching her knees. She was a Hastini type woman. She oozes sexuality and feminineness. She was elegant, sophisticated, glamorous, and magnificent. She looks like KR Vijaya, the South Indian actress. The next morning I was awake, but was lying down lazily when Raji came into the room and said “Shiva, wake up”. I didn’t. She pulled the bed sheet covering me, and saw my hard erect long thick virile beautiful magnificent cock. I opened my eyes slightly. Raji stared at my upright turgid cock, ran her fingers along the shaft, stroking and murmured “beautiful”. I could see the amazement and surprise in her eyes to see my extra long thick cock.

    She turned back, while going out of the room turned her head and looked at me. Our eyes met. She smiled. “Get up, Shiva. Come for breakfast” and added, “You should know how to wear lungi properly” I got up, brushed my teeth, washed my face and went to kitchen. Raji aunty was mixing the dough to prepare dosa with a spoon which slipped and her hands were covered with dough. Her long hair parted in the middle and arranged into a knot got loosened, hair fell down and spread across her back reaching her knees.

    “Shiva, please arrange my hair into a knot”. I got up took her hair into my hands. The silky smooth feel of her hair stirred my loins and my cock was instantly hard and erect. I was wearing lungi and no underwear. My cock was touching her big perturbing ass. I some how controlled my urge to press my turgid cock against her big ass, but was unable to arrange her hair into a proper knot. She thrust herself back against me; put her head on my chest, the feel of her silky smooth hair along the length of my body sent electric waves through my body. “Peddamma (Aunty) your hair is so silky and beautiful”, I said. I was hesitant, but was sure that she could feel my hardness against her buttocks, yet, she was pressing herself against me. I said, “Aunty, You look more beautiful, if you arrange your hair into a long plait”

    I shall do so today for your sake. Your Pedananna (uncle) never appreciates my beauty or doest not notice how I am dressed or how my hair is dressed. Moreover I am now a grandmother, and you know Shiva, in our society, it is not an acceptable norm for women to arrange hair into a long plait, once they become mother-in-laws or grandmothers. But for your sake I shall arrange my hair into a plait as you desire. I some how arranged her hair into a knot and reluctantly, I went back to the chair.

    She prepared dosa and we had breakfast. All the time I was looking at her beautiful big pendulous breasts .She noticed my looks and smiled her beautiful smile. When she smiles dimples form on her cheeks which looks sexy and exciting. After the breakfast, Raji asked me to apply oil on her body, sitting on a stool in the shade of pomegranate tree in the backyard of the house. I was thrilled, applied coconut oil to her long hair. It was exciting for me to feel her smooth silky hair. Then I massaged oil on to her scalp, applied oil on her hands, arms and then kneeled in front of her to apply oil on her legs up to knees. She then pulled back her saree, applied oil on her huge terrific thunderous thighs. She asked me to massage moong dal powder on her body. I did so. Now Shiva, Aunty said, “Would you like to help me wash my hair and bathe”

    Aunty, “I want to” I said

    We went to the bathroom, Aunty asked me to wash her hair with soap nut powder solution. I washed and cleaned her hair with so much pleasure and excitement. Then, as instructed by her, I soaped her back, forearms and legs. Aunty removed her blouse, bra, saree and petticoat. She was completely naked. I was excited. She asked me to soap her pendulous, huge, voluminous, firm breasts hanging out. I soaped them lovingly. Her huge, heavy, well hung and firm breasts were like big watermelons. Her nipples were big, brown, hard, and jutting. I poured water on her. Then Aunty removed my lungi, took hold of my erect and hard long and thick and pulsating cock. Shiva, “Your cock is so big for your age. It’s beautiful.” She said stroking my cock. She cleaned my cock pulling the foreskin back with soap and water, kissed the big knob, ran her tongue allover my cock, licked from the base to knob, took my balls into her mouth, licked my scrotum, then took my cock into her mouth and started sucking. Sucking and sucking. My cock in and out of her mouth, I was holding onto her shoulders, as she was sucking, her tongue was caressing my knob, and then her tongue traced my shaft along to the base caressed my scrotum and again took the knob into her mouth sucking…

    Oh!!!!!! I came in her mouth thick jet of my cum loads and loads of my sperm into her mouth, I put my hands on her head. Saying aunty aunty aunty… She drank swallowed all my cum sucked last drop of my sperm. Then she took my cock out of her mouth, licked the last few drops coming out of my cock, still semi erect and said “Shiva is it good, do you like it”

    “Oh It’s heaven Aunty.”

    “Now, Shiva Give me Your tongue.”

    She spread her thunderous trunks of thighs. I kneeled down, placed my self between her thighs, and kissed her wet juicy cunt lips. Her cunt lips tick and juicy, her clitoris was pink stiff and shining.

    “Lick my cunt” I licked

    “Rub your tongue there” she guided me on to her clit. I did, caressing and massaging my tongue on her pink hard erect engorged clit

    “Put your tongue into my cunt” I inserted my tongue into her cunt.

    “Now fuck me with your tongue.” Put your mouth at my cunt and suck and slurp, like that oh, you are learning fast my dear son. Do it like that. Yes yes good.”

    I didn’t know then that women also have orgasms, but I could remember the sensations of her cunt muscles contracting and expanding against my mouth. Her whole body was shivering She put her hand on my head and pressed hard against her quivering cunt. She came (I learnt later) and came, her body pulsating with orgasmic ecstasy again. Oh, Shiva, thank you, It’s been a long time I experienced such beautiful heavenly orgasm and pleasure. We then bathed each other. In the hall I dried and combed her hair and then she arranged her hair into a single long plait, tied a rubber band just below her ass and leaving the rest of the hair loose reaching her knees, forming a U shape at the end. In the after noon we fucked. And in the night we fucked and fucked several times till wee hours.

    In the evening She asked me to go to market and bring sweets and flowers- jasmine mala. She asked me to have a bath and handed over a new white dhothi and banian. We had a light dinner. She asked me to wait in my room and do not come out till she calls. After some time she called me to go into the master bed room and wait. I went in and saw; the scene was like in a movie. Pure white bed sheet and pillow covers, fruits and sweets placed on the side table. Aunty Rajeswari Devi came in, dressed to kill, dressed in half white pure silk saree with pink jaree border, matching blouse, her hair done into a single plait, jasmine lengths adorning her plait. She was like Goddess. Love Goddess. Sex Goddess. Like the pictures of Goddesses Lakshmi Parvathi, saraswathi etc., we see in Ravivarma paintings.

    Aunty, You look so beautiful. I am happy You find me beautiful my dear Shiva; She handed over the glass of milk to me. I drank half and gave to her. Shiva, My lover, You are my man of the life. You are my real husband. She was in my arms. I hugged her. Kissed her all over her face. And then kissed on her lips. Our tongues in each other’s mouth exploring and sucking each other’s lower lips. It was long drawn exhaustive and exhausting kiss. I led her to the bed, lied sown, my head on her lap, she removed her bra and blouse and thrust her big hard nipples into my mouth and is sucked. Taking my hard erect cock into her hands, She said, “Shiva, your cock is so big. As big as horse’s r donkey’s. That night, It was a meeting of two souls into one, trying to achieve oneness. Uniting with each other. Exploring each other. Two bodies trying to become one. Again and again and again. Our bodies tired. But our minds want the night to go on and on forever. Finally we slept naked in each other’s arms.

    What I very clearly remember was that When I first fucked her in her cunt and she came and came and I came into her, I was , my cock was still hard , rather semi hard in her cunt, as I looked into her eyes- She blushed. Buried her face on my chest pulling me down and then kissed all over my face.

    Shiva You don’t know what I am feeling You gave me an heavenly experience which I never felt in my whole married life. I achieved my first orgasm while being fucked by you. Your uncle was not interested much in sex and he never made me reach climax while fucking me. And You are the first man to eat me cunt. Shiva, I am from now yours and yours only. We continued to fuck each other day and night, eating fucking sleeping; We fucked in the bath room, in the kitchen, in the hall, in the bed room. And on the terrace during night. No one suspected or could suspect because I am her sister’s son. Her attitude towards life changed, She started taking more and more interest in herself, bought new sarees, always presenting her self in her best. I became man of the house, her unwedded husband. She became a new person- like teenage girl young wife, newly married girl.

    She planned a honeymoon. We went to Tirupathi and Bangalore for a week. I t was like a real honey moon for both of us. The world didn’t know. But for us it was like honeymoon. We returned back after a week. The college started. Aunty bought me a Scooter despite the protests of my parents. They said you are pampering him. She smiled and said, “Look He is my son. I can afford.”

    In the evenings, by the time I come from the college. She used to be ready and dressed up, and we went to parks and movies on the scooter. She was making her

    All her dreams come true with me as her man, as her husband. We did everything. I shaved Aunty’s pussy and armpits. I read in sex magazine about eating pussy. I ate pussy auntie’s pussy- banana stuffed in her pussy- and she bringing it out slowly. Pour honey on her body and lick allover. Eat grapes, cherries, and gulabjamoons from her juice drenched cunt.

    On Sundays we used to move around naked in the house. We were aware of the fact that our fucking is incestuous. But the incest only helped to add glamour and excitement. I used to call her Peddamma in front of others. And Raji when we were alone. Her husband was deeply religious, even when he visits once am month or so he used to go to temples for religious discourses. And I and Raji used to go to movies or for shopping in the evenings. Raji was pregnant, I impregnated her. She was happy and jubilant. She wanted to have my child, our love child. During the next visit of her husband, she seduced her reluctant husband and fucked and later made him believe that he made her pregnant. I fucked Raji aunty throughout the pregnancy. During the 5th month of aunty’s pregnancy mother came to visit us. That night after Mom slept, Aunty came to my room. Aunty had huge belly even in her 5th month of pregnancy, her breasts became plumper and bigger, her round aphrodisiac ass softer and bigger, she was erotic and exciting. I was sucking, licking, lapping and slurping up her cunt juices.

    Seducing Sexy Mother.

    Mother came to see me during dasara holidays on a Sunday morning. Raji aunty and I were not so happy because, mother presence interrupted our usual Sunday fucking program. In the evening, I, Aunty and Mother went to a movie. I was thrilled to take them out- both dressed beautifully, the sexy sizzling sisters. In the night, after dinner Aunty and Mom went to the master bedroom and me to my room.

    Raji Aunty came in after a long wait. I hugged Aunty. Your mother is asleep; I couldn’t sleep without being fucked by you, my Young hubby. We undressed each other, Aunty lay down across the bed her feet on the floor, and I kneeled between her thunderous thighs and started licking her cunt, sucking, lapping slurping, unaware of the audience. Mother couldn’t sleep, she saw Aunty going out, Mother also got up to drink water, went to the kitchen, and didn’t see her sister Raji, but saw the light in her son’s (me) room. She walked towards the door, heard voices, the door was bolted inside, and she could listen Raji’s voice “Lick me, oh! Dear it’s heaven; you have become an expert in pussy eating, I am melting, suck my juices out”

    Mother heard the voice… The words and its obvious meaning. She was curious to know who was the man eating her elder sister’s big fat juicy cunt, she went out of the main door, walked to the window of the room, the window was open, light passing through the curtain. Bharathi slowly lifted the curtain and saw…. Puzzled…couldn’t believe …it was her Son, Shiva, who was licking Raji’s cunt… She was surprised, yet excited to see her son licking. Her son’s long thick virile young monstrous cock was shining, its big pink knob so lovely, Bharathi just wanted to taste the knob. The Body chemistry worked, her body responded, breasts became heavy, nipples grew hard, as she watched her son’s cock. Oh! She thought, his cock is like Shiva lingam.

    I asked Aunty to get up and bend. She bent, her hands holding the bed. I positioned myself at her back, Her legs spread wide, her ass up, I placed my rod at her cunt and then entered her cunt slowly steadily, like a knife Piercing a slab soft butter, opening her cunt muscles torching her bottom. I started fucking slowly rhythmically taking out my cock from her cunt up to knob and sending back in.. Gradually increasing the speed like a railway engine piston each time I forced my cock sound thup thup thup thup thup Fucking fucking with controlled movements in and out in and out in-out In out, I took hold of her long single plait; with one hand and with other hand holding on her midriff – fucking her – I was riding her. We could see our images in the mirror, so could mother.

    Bhaarathi Devi watching her son’s big cock in and out of Raji’s cunt, his cock shining in the light coated with cunt juice. Bharathi’s juices oozed out of her cunt. She wished that she were there in her sister’s place. She couldn’t stop but compare. Her son’s cock was twice the size of her husband’s. Bharathi started fingering her cunt.. Watching the fucking scene in side the room, she inserted two fingers into her cunt and started fucking herself. She watched, listened.. Raji: “Fuck me ..Harder ..harder.. More fuck me my son my young stud.. Fuck me..oh! Rip off my cunt ….” “Ohhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” She came and came loudly, her whole body shaking.. Volcanic eruption. Shiva holding her ass pressed his cock deep inside raji’s cunt experiencing her cunt muscles gripping contracting expanding…. And I exploded … hot lava pumping into aunty’s cunt… White thick sperm dripping down from her cunt onto her thighs… Raji and I stood in the same position till the orgasms were complete.. I took the cock out of her cunt.. And we both walked out to the bathroom through the kitchen.. Washed each other, came back to the kitchen. Aunty took the bowl of gulabjamoons and we came back to the room. I ate gulab jamoons from aunty’s cunt. Aunty licked my cock dipped in gulab jamoon juice. We started fucking. This time I asked aunty to come up fuck. Mother was watching all these fucking games. We didn’t know that. Aunty went back to the master bedroom saw her sister deep in sleep. But Aunty didn’t know that her younger sister was awake and was acting as if she was in deep sleep.

    After some time, Mother got up, ensured that Raji slept, and came to my room. I was asleep. Mom sat next to me on the bed, started fondling my cock and it was instantly hard and erect. I was awake and to my pleasant surprise and astonishment saw my mother holding my cock in her hands. I fucked my mother and impregnated her that night.

    “Amma”, I said, looking into her eyes.

    “Shiva, my son, I didn’t know that you have grown so big till now” I fondled mother, huge pendulous breasts dangling onto my face, and said “ Amma, I want your breast milk”

    She sat upright, removed her blouse and bra, her heavy pendulous huge firm and succulent boobs sprang free. She guided me to lie in her lap, and placed one of her nipple into my mouth. I started sucking her big brown engorged hard nipple like a child sucking breast milk while fondling her other breast caressing the nipple. She was fondling my long thick erect cock. “Shiva”, she said, “ Your cock is like Shiva lingam, so big and beautiful, no wonder , and my sister is so crazy for your gigantic monstrous magnificent cock”

    “Amma, I can’t get milk”

    “Oh, darling, I will feed you from my cunt” said mother

    She lay on the bed, spread her thunderous thighs, as I got down and positioned my self between her thighs.

    Amma, your cunt is so beautiful. Yeah, my son, you like your amma’s cunt.

    “Amma, I am so excited to see your cunt, the place from where I was born.”, I said, Palming mother’s bushy cunt Her thick curly pubic hair was also silky and long. Her cunt lips were fat and thick, her pink clitoris was big, , and I stroked her clitoris, and inserted my finger into her juicy wet cunt . Shiva, suck my cunt juice my son, all my love melted and oozing out for u drink my cunt milk.

    I put my tongue to her cut licking her cleavage from bottom to top, lapping up her juice, flattened my tongue rubbing all over her cunt up and down, mother raised her ass and put her legs on my shoulders . I inhaled the aroma of her cunt, her ass and pu5t my mouth on her cunt lips, inserted my tongue into her cunt folds rubbed inside with my tongue, and sucked and sucked her cunt juice.

    As I sucked on I could sense her cunt muscles expand and contract, and mother pressed my head on to her cunt, locking her legs behind me , she was experiencing an endless orgasm, a long drawn ecstatic orgasm. I pressed my mouth to mother’s cunt, sucking and sucking the juice, till her orgasms reduced slowly and her cunt muscles relaxed. We lay on the bed facing each other, my erect throbbing rigid cock in her hands, and my hands on her big buttocks, I took her lips into my mouth and started kissing.

    My mother slowly started kissing the tip of my erect cock and shaft and balls, I was hot by seeing and feeling her sexy lips, mom started licking my cock with her tongue and then inch by inch she put her dear son’s cock in her mouth, it was full in her mouth, she gulped a bit, and removed it from her mouth, ‘son, your cock smells good and tastes fresh’ we both laughed. I lifted her, started fondling my mom’s big tits, and removed the blouse. I squeezed those big nipples and those big bare tits and started sucking my mom’s boobs. She was moaning with pleasure ‘oh, son suck hard. suck you motherfucker…. Ahhhhh, she lay on the bed and I removed her saree and petticoat and mom , as if she was shy, turned herself, and I could only see her back, my mom’s heavy buttocks, and her 48″ size buttocks. I kissed her ass cheeks and ran my tongue between the crack, my horny mom was trembling with pleasure’ oh son ..push your tongue into my asshole…I pushed my tongue into my mom’s asshole, and licked.

    Son, do u like my figure?

    Yes mom, I told her and turned her again, I saw the bush between her thunderous thighs, thick black growth of velvety pubic hair, I put my palm on her pubis, I can feel the warmness in my mom’s pussy, ‘ oh ..son.. Mom moaned in pleasure. I got crazy I mounted my horny bitchy mom and put my legs on both sides of her and pushed my cock into her mouth, after a few licks, I put my rod between her heavy tits, teased her nipples with the cock. Then my mom begged to push my cock into her ‘cunt’ I licked her clitoris. It’s like small rose bud. Then I spread her legs wide and pushed my cock into my own mother’s hot tight ‘chuth’, my cock slipped into my mom’s pussy slowly, it’s very thick and I pushed it full into my mom’s ‘cunt’. She closed her eyes in pleasure’oh. Shiva what a cock u have son. A filling one. now start..fuck your mom dear son..Fuck your mom.. haoo.. dear.. make me come.. ah.. make me happy… spray your semen into your mother’s ,chuth’..I want to feel its hotness…fuck me hard son.. Dear you have an elephant’s cock, and you will tare mom’s cunt. You bastard, mother fucker…fuck me hard ..hard. you rascal.. I fucked my mom hard, humped her ‘chuth’ very hard. She was going to burst ..I too was going to climax. We both humped hard and hard..oh son… u mother fucking son..mom screamed and scratched my ass ….she shot her orgasm violently.. I pushed hard..mom..I am going to come..mom..take my semen. take ur son’s semen feel the hotness. my dear fucking mom. I pushed hard my cock into my mom’s cunt deep and shot a load of semen into my mom’s thirsty ‘cunt. Fucking my own mother from whose cunt I was born was very satisfying for both of us.

    Gorgeous Grandmother

    Aunty Rajeswari Devi was very happy to deliver a handsome healthy boy, our love child in a hospital. My mother Bharathi Devi and grand mother Parvathi Devi came to help. After few days Grandmother wanted to go to her home situated in a village. I accompanied her. We went to the Bus terminal, but the last bus going to the village was cancelled, and hence we boarded another bus which does not go to the village but to another village situated on the highway. It was 9.00 PM and the bus was crowded, we had to travel standing almost at the back row of the bus. The conductor issued tickets and lights were put off. It was clear full moon day, but it started raining.

    I was standing behind grandma, the aroma of jasmine flowers from grandma’s hair knot was romantic and exciting. Grandma was 58yrs young, gracefully matured beauty. She was 5’6″ tall, sexy, voluptuous, heavyset, 75kg woman, with 44-38-48 figure and long smooth silky hair reaching her knees. Her hair grey at temples but the streaks of silvery hair added glamour and attraction to her woman ness. She normally wears her hair as a knot skillfully and beautifully arranged. I couldn’t control touching her protruding soft round half spherical ass cheeks which were like inverted pots . My perpetually erect and hard cock was pressing against her arse . Grandma instead of moving away from me though there was enough space in front of her she leaned back against me pressing her buttocks against my hardness. The road was not smooth and the jerks of the bus helped me to press at her. Grandma was almost leaning against me, turned her head back towards me and smiled. I placed my left hand on her fat midriff and then moved towards her navel, holding her tight pressing myself against her, my cock’s hardness pressing her arse in circular motion. There was a slight drizzle, which gradually turned to heavy rain, the early monsoon rain, the earth absorbing the rain water and giving out typical aroma, which was romantic, invigorating and symbolic.

    The bus stopped, the lights were on, and we moved apart slightly so that no one could suspect. Some people got down and the bus started again, and the lights were off. Grandma instantly was back to the earlier position, leaning against me, I looked around, as no one was watching, my hand exploring the fat layers on her midriff, feeling smoothness of her skin. Grandma placed her hand on mine, and directed towards her huge breasts. I stroked her nipple between my fingers, caressed and fondled her big breasts, kissed her on the neck and between her shoulder blades, licking her neck and behind her ears, took her earlobes into my mouth and sucking. I leaned against the vertical rod to balance myself and hugged her with both hands, as she covered my hands with her saree pallu. We stood like that feeling each other, almost for half an hour till the bus came to halt at our stop. We got down from the bus and by the time we entered the Bus shelter we got wet and drenched in the rain.

    Grandma’s thin Venkatagiri saree got wet and she took off the pallu to squeeze water. I could see her heavy breasts through her wet blouse and bra, her engorged nipples straining out. Grandma untied her hair knot and squeezed the remaining water out.

    I said “Grandma, Your saree and petticoat are wet too, why don’t you take off your saree, squeeze out the water and dry”

    She smiled, took off her saree and handed over it to me and said, “You are good at squeezing, Shiva”

    I wrung the water out of the saree and tied the ends of the saree to the wooden poles to dry.

    She was standing there in front of me, only with wet petticoat and blouse, her wet hair spread across her back down to the knees. The rain stopped, the sky was clear and bright.

    I was looking at her, and she felt shy, like a virgin girl, she buried her face on my chest. I hugged her tightly, encircling her, then taking her face into my hands I kissed her on the lips, her mouth slowly opened as my tongue entered her moth exploring, our tongues caressing each other, I was sucking on her lower lip, and she sucking my tongue. It was long drawn Kiss drinking each other.

    “Grandma, You are sexy and exciting”, I said.

    “Shiva, I think You have mastered the art of seducing women, Now I know why both my daughters became your lovers and impregnated.

    “So You know our secret, Grandma” I said.

    I knew (it) for a long time.

    I unhooked, removed her blouse and bra as she raised her hands to facilitate. Her huge, voluminous breasts sprang free, slightly sagged, heavy and pendulous; her nipples were brown, big, hard and jutting out of her big breasts resembling the nipples big breastfeeding mother. I took one of her nipple into my mouth and started sucking, as a breastfed child sucks at her mother’s breasts. Grandma (Ammamma) said “Shiva, However you suck my breasts you don’t get milk, I know you have been sucking milk from Raji’s breasts ever since your baby was born”

    I said” Grandma (Ammamma), But I want to drink you, I kneeled down untied her petticoat’s knot, removed her petticoat, as she spread her thighs wide. I could see her juice drenched cunt, engorged hardened stiff clitoris (in telugu, it’s called ‘golli’), her cunt juice oozing out onto her thighs. I licked, lapped her cunt juice, slurped up juice pressing my lips against her cunt slurping up, my hands pressing and squeezing her ass cheeks, like one squeezes and slurps up ripe mango fruit. The more I slurp, the more cunt juice oozing out of her cunt like a never ending natural well. It was like, all of her stored kama and fat melting and oozing out of her cunt, stored for so many years and waiting for the right moment. I sucked and sucked. She grabbed me up by hair, and said ” Shiva, I can’t wait, don’t torture me, I want you in me, I want all of your big long thick cock inside me, You bastard, fuck me,”.

    I got up; she lifted one of her thigh as I managed to enter her, my engorged, stiff, hard, long, thick, virile cock into her juice drenched pussy. I was holding her, encircling my hands around her, and then as I put my hands cupping her arse cheeks, she raised her self, her both legs encircling my waist, my hands under her arse, literally carrying her 75kg body weight on my hands so that she could manipulate her fucking movements. Grandma tried to move her ass forward and backward but it was a difficult position to fuck. I said, Parvathi, let me fuck You,” disentangled myself and asked her to bend.

    She obeyed my orders, and bent placing her hands on the cement bench, her arse high up, legs wide spread, her juice drenched cunt wide, legs spread as wide as possible.

    I entered her cunt slowly, filling her cunt completely to the base, and the started fucking rhythmically, holding on to her ass cheeks, taking out my cock to the knob and sending back into her cunt fully touching the bottom of her cunt. Grandma’s hair spread allover her back and touching the floor, It was an exciting view; I increased the speed, gradually, fucking her n doggy style. The fucking experiences with my aunty and mother, made me an expert to fuck a woman to her satisfaction, by controlling my own rhythm, I could go on for at least for an half to an hour with out reaching climax, and could delay my ejaculation and climax. Grandma was reaching her orgasm, I could feel her cunt muscles,

    As she said, “fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me, You bastard, fuck me you, son of a bitch, fuck me hard more harder and harder faster and faster, fuck me You mother fucker, fuck your grandma, fuck me my lover fuck me my young stud, rip my cunt, rupture my cunt, my manumadaa (meaning grandson, in telugu), I could feel her cunt muscles contract and expand, her whole body shivering, her cunt muscles gripping my cock, and then loosening, in frenzied motion, as if is my cock was rubber horn one squeezes on yesteryear automobiles, and she came, orgasm, a long drawn multiple orgasm, slowly increasing and reaching it’s peak staying at it’s peak for a long time and the intensity decreasing, slowly, It was at that moment I reached my climax as she gripped my cock with her cunt muscles hard and squeezing, I came, erupted like a volcano, hot lava pouring out into her cunt, we came in unison, together, my hot sperm filling her cunt, loads and loads filling her cunt.

    We didn’t move, my cock still in her cunt, till our orgasmic spasms subsided gradually, and then I took my cock out of grandma’s cunt, she hugged me and said, ” Shiva, thank You, it was the best experience I ever had. Are you happy and satisfied, now that you have had your Grandma (ammamma) too.” I said, Yes, Grandma (Ammamma), I am very happy, It was my dream come true.”

    We dressed up walked hand in hand to our house. The servant maid opened the door, grandfather was asleep. Grandmother, changed into a fresh saree, came to the bed room And lay on the bed besides me, took my erect cock into her hands and said “Shiva, Your cock very beautiful and magnificent, like Shiva lingam.” I will worship your lingam. She took my cock into her mouth and started licking, I understood that she didn’t know how to give head, and I guided her, to lick my balls, lick my cock from the base to the shaft, and then beautiful pink big round knob.

    I asked Parvathi, “Do you have any sweets in the house?

    “No, except some honey”

    “Perfect, Bring some”

    She walked naked to the kitchen and brought the bottle of honey to the bedroom.

    I asked her to lie on the bed, spread her thighs, poured honey into her cunt hole and started licking her cunt; inserted my tongue into her cunt, put my lips against her cunt lips and slurped cunt juice mixed with honey, licked her ass cheeks and she got aroused beyond her control.

    “Oh Shiva, you are killing me I can’t wait, Give it to me, fill me, fill my cunt,”

    I positioned my self between her thunderous thighs, entered her cunt, lifted and placed her legs on both sides of my shoulders, and started fucking, till she climaxed again, her typical long drawn orgasm.

    We lay in each other’s arms enjoying the aftermath. We went to the bathroom washed each other, and fucked again, this time I asked her to come on to top and ride me, again a first experience for her, she fucked, riding me, her huge breasts swinging on my face, she fucked me as I sucked her breasts while fingering her ass hole. My cock in her cunt my finger in her ass-double fucking. She came violently, got exhausted so much she couldn’t get up even to wash, the 58 yr old Parvathi thus became my mistress. I was just 18, but I became her Lord, her God. I, even as boy I got aroused by gracefully matured beautiful women with long hair. I knew that once a woman was fucked thoroughly and lovingly by a man, he owns her body and soul. Parvathi, became my own sweet sexy mistress. She smuggled up in my arms and we slept naked in each other’s arms till morning.

    For me, Black is beautiful. Old is Gold (Glamorous old lovely dames) Older the Better

    Matured women are Magnificent. Big is Beautiful, Bigger the Better. Plump is Pleasure,

    Fat women are fantastic. Grey haired women are glamorous. Women and wine the more matured, taste better. Parvathi, was at 58, gracefully matured, admirable, black, beautiful, exciting, erotic, earthy, fantastic, glamorous, gorgeous, horny, lovely, loving, magnificent, opulent, pious looking, ravanceous, pulchitondrous, picturesque, sweet, sexy, sonorous, sculpturous, tantalizing, voluptuous, willowy and yearning woman.

    Grandmother Parvathi, was the wife of a landlord, belonging to a respectable family of upper caste. They have lot of wealth, lands, huge mansion like house, and several servants to look after the farming, cattle, and cows. She was regarded and respected by every one in the village, as a pativrata (pious woman). The villagers consider her as living goddess, who helps them in need of the hour. She was the mother of three daughters and a son and a grandmother of six children. But, she became my mistress. No one could suspect our illicit incestuous relationship, including her husband, who of course was always busy in local politics. Parvathi, started coming to Guntur as often as she could, to get fucked by me. Of course my aunty Raji knew and encouraged. We had threesome fucking sessions. Raji Aunty being aware of my taste, prompted Parvathi to dress up in thin my sore silk sarees attenuating her beautiful curves, her hair arranged into a long plait reaching her knees, jasmine lengths decorating her hair, of course in the house only.

    Having a young stud, a stallion, as lover was not enough for Parvathi, though her physical desire was satiated , the psychological desire was still there, she wanted to share her newfound happiness with some one else- the secret, that she was attractive, desirable and fuckable even at the age of 58. She confessed our secret love affair to her neighbor and close friend Subhadra. Subhadra was a skilled dressmaker (tailor), she, stitches blouses as a hobby to her friends. Parvathi, asked Subhadra to make new blouses for her in latest fashion of the day- wide and deep V neck in the front and low and wide U cut at the back. Naturally, Subhadra asked Parvathi about her new taste. The discussion between them finally prompted Parvathi to reveal her secret love affair with me, her grand son and lover, a young man of 18, 40yrs younger to her.

    During one of my visit to Parvathi, I was introduced to Subhadra. The moment I saw Subhadra I knew that she was sexually interested in me, and she was available, if the right opportunity arises and circumstances permit. Subhadra was a short, plump, wide, hefty, woman of 55, a black beauty with fat round arms, large soft breasts, thick layered fat midriff, very wide enormously large bottom, bigger than that of Parvathi’s, curly thick well oiled salt and pepper lustrous hair that reaches just beyond her arse. I knew that her desire for me was prompted by the stories and experiences of fucking Parvathi narrated to her in minutest detail. It was mid morning, and it was apparent that subhadra had shampooed and washed her hair before coming, her curly hair still wet, parted in the middle, and arranged into loose knot resting on her the small of her neck between shoulder blades. She brought the newly stitched blouses for Parvathi.

    Parvathi said, “Subhadra, your hair is still wet, why don’t you dry”

    “ I should do it, you know it takes a long time for me to comb my curly hair”

    “Yeah, I know, subhadra,” and then turning towards me, Parvathi said “Shiva, why don’t you help subhadra to dry and comb her hair”

    I got up from the chair, and asked subhadra, smilingly, “ how do you like me to do it, while you are sitting or standing”

    Subhadra, understood the inner sexual meaning of ‘doing it’ and said, smiling mischievously, ‘I know, You are an expert in doing it in various positions, Parvathi told me, so do it whichever way you want to do it to me”

    I took the comb, led her opposite to the full-length mirror, untied her hair knot, and started combing her hair carefully. Parvathi, took the blouses and went to the bedroom to try, saying, “ Sudha is an expert in many things, and hair dressing is only one of them”

    Subhadra asked, ”What are the other things you are expert, Shivaa”

    I lovingly disentangled her hair, and said “ I am sure parvathi must have told you, subhadra” I said, hugging her from behind, my hard cock pressing into her soft mounds of ass cheeks, “ that I find women like you irresistible,”

    “Women like me?, She teased.

    I ran my fingers through her hair, Yes , women like you, I said,

    “Is it so, but I am old” she said

    “ Old is gold, I like old gracefully matured women like you” I said, added ‘you are sexy”

    “I am, fat,” she teased

    “I love big women, fat women are fantastic, to hug. I don’t like skinny women” I said hugging her

    “I am black” she smiled

    “Black is beautiful, Lord Krishna is black, Lord Rama is black, Draupadi is black, and Draupadi was adored by five husbands”

    “So you like me” she said looking into my eyes, invitingly.

    “You want to see the proof?” I retorted placing my hands on my hips thrusting out my pelvis towards her.

    “Yeah. Shiva, can you prove it?”

    I removed my lungi, and showed off my big beautiful long thick pulsating turgid magnificent, monstrous, 8in cock.

    She looked at my magnificent maleness, licked her lips, taking it into her hands and said “I didn’t imagine that yours is so big, when parvathi told me, I didn’t believe that an young man of your age could have such a big cock” She was feeling my cock with both her hands, pulled back the foreskin, only to reveal my even bigger pink knob. I knew the effect of seeing my cock by any woman. She couldn’t resist but to admire the beauty of my maleness. She arranged her hair into a loose knot bent down , kneeled in front of me, and kissed on the knob, ran her tongue along the shaft to the base, and she took my cock into her mouth, as much as possible down to the throat. She gagged, and took off her mouth, salvia dripping out of her mouth.

    I led her to the bed room walking naked, Parvathi was there in front of the mirror, without blouse, her pendulous voluminous large breasts naked, and saw my hard erect cock, and said “Oh! You didn’t comb her hair?”

    “No, even before I comb and arrange her hair into a beautiful plait, she wanted to know what other skills I have. So I decided to show her my other skills . She didn’t believe the extraordinary size of my cock, when you told her. So I have to show her to believe that whatever you said about me was true.”

    I removed subhadra’s clothes, and laid her down on the bed, took the bottle of honey kept on the bed side table by parvathi, the previous night, poured generously onto her breasts and all over her body, started licking, as subhadra moaned and cooed with sensations of ecstasy and pleasure. Parvathi undressed her self and started sucking and licking my cock flicking her tongue at my scrotum. Subhadra lying on the bed, her hair spread on the bed, her thighs wide open, I put my tongue at her cunt lips sucked the her juice mixed with honey, slurping sucking licking lapping up.

    “Fuck her, sudha, fuck her, she needs it, Give it to her, Fill her and fuck her” grandmother said standing next to the bed, and caressing Subhadra’s big hard nipples, as I entered subhadra’s juicy cunt, with all my strength and energy, I was surprised, to feel that subhadra’s cunt was tight, I could feel her cunt opening up as I entered, widening her, I was surprised to find that a fat big woman of 55 yrs age having such a tight cunt, in spite of the fact that her cunt was wet and juicy. The only plausible reason could be that she has not been fucked for a long time and her cunt has not been regularly serviced.

    I fucked and fucked with frenzied rhythmic motion, Subhadra didn’t take much time to reach her orgasm, unlike Parvathi’s multiple orgasms, Subhadra ‘s orgasm was more intense, reaching its peak, as her cunt muscles gripped my cock tightly for a long time, and released the grip and started crying as she orgasm, crying aloud. It was a new experience for me, a woman crying as her orgasms intensely, her finger scratching my back almost drew blood, making visible red marks. But My cock was still hard and erect, I waited till subhadras’s orgasmic spasms subsided, her body relaxed, her cunt muscles relaxed, I looked into her eyes, she actually blushed, pulling me down, and kissing me all over my face, all my weight resting on her, she was shy, the unexplainable, shyness, as she buried her face on my chest, saying “sudha, sudha, sudha, several times”

    I knew the why she felt so much shyness, it was the feeling a woman experiences when she was fucked, thoroughly, and got satisfied by the man, all of a sudden she feels shy, that the man entered and explored her inner self, her body and soul, her woman ness. It was a beautiful experience, irrespective of age, the woman, subhadra of 55 yrs age, submitted herself willingly, to a man much younger to her self, but she feels that I was her Lord and Master.

    I withdrew my cock from her cunt, and my grandmother Parvathi was ready, My cock still erect and hard, I entered Parvathi’s cunt, from behind doggy style, as she placed her hands on the bed, and started fucking her. Parvathi and I came together, after fucking her for a long time, thanks to the training my aunty Raji and my mother gave me to fuck both of them one after another and control myself without ejaculating till both of them orgasm. Subhadra also became my mistress. I was only 18 then.

    Raji, my aunty could guess that I fucked her mother too, but accepted the fact. Raji aunty knew my desire for grandma earlier, because I told her many a time that I wanted to fuck Parvathi, my grandmother.

    It was one of those nights during the fucking threesome sessions with aunty and grandmother; I came to know the secret of my birth. The secret was that I was actually the son of my paternal grandfather. My paternal grandfather fucked my mother, Bharathi Devi, and impregnated her and I was born. So by birth I became my mother’s brother-in-law, and my father’s half brother.

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  • Fucking grandmother

    Aunty Rajeswari Devi was very happy to deliver a handsome healthy boy, our love child in a hospital. My grandmother Parvathi Devi came to visit. In the night she wanted to go to her home situated in a nearby village, which normally takes an hour by bus. I accompanied her. We went to the Bus terminal, but the last bus scheduled to go to the village was cancelled, and hence we boarded another bus, which goes to a junction situated on the highway, two kilometers away from the village. It was 9.00 PM and the bus was crowded, we had to travel standing almost at the back row of the bus. The conductor issued tickets and lights were put off. It was clear full moon day, but it started raining.

    I was standing behind Parvathi; the aroma of jasmine flowers from her hair knot was romantic and exciting. Parvathi was 58yrs young, gracefully matured beauty. She was 5’6” tall, sexy, voluptuous, heavyset, 75 kg woman, with 44-38-48 figure and long smooth silky hair reaching her knees. Her hair grey at temples, the streaks of silvery hair added glamour and attraction to her woman ness. She normally wears her hair as skillfully and beautifully arranged knot resting on the nape. Parvathi, as her name indicates was like a big mountain (parvatham), a hastini type woman,

    I couldn’t control touching her perturbing, big soft ass cheeks, which were like inverted pots. My perpetually erect and hard cock was pressing against her soft round arse cheeks. Parvathi, no doubt, could sense the hardness of my cock against her ass cheeks, but instead of moving away from me though there was enough space in front of her; she leaned back pressing her buttocks against my hardness. I was rubbing my hard cock bulging out of the pants against her soft arse. The road was bumpy and the resultant jerks of the bus helped me to press at her arse more intensely. She was almost leaning against me, her whole body touching mine, turned her head back towards me and smiled invitingly. It is difficult to describe the smile, but her expressive eyes conveyed the obvious message. I placed my left hand on her fat midriff and then moved towards her navel, holding her tight pressing myself against her, my cock’s hardness pressing at her arse and moved my bulging cock against her arse in circular motion. There was a slight drizzle, which gradually turned to heavy rain, the early monsoon rain, the earth absorbing the rainwater and giving out typical aroma, which was romantic, invigorating and symbolic.

    The bus stopped, the lights were on, and we moved apart slightly so that no one could suspect. Some people got down and the bus started again, and the lights were off. Parvathi instantly was back to the earlier position, leaning against me, all her body weight against me, pushed her ass backwards against me. I looked around, as no one was watching; my hand explored the fat layers on her midriff, feeling smoothness of her skin. She placed her hand on mine, and directed towards her huge breasts. I stroked her nipples between my fingers, kissed her on the neck and between her shoulder blades, licking her neck and behind her ears, took her earlobes into my mouth and sucking.

    I leaned against the vertical rod to balance myself and hugged her with both hands, as she covered my hands with her saree pallu we stood like that feeling each other. I kissed her on the neck, on her shoulders, behind her ears, licking her ear lobes and in her years. I could sense her body language. My fingers feeling her soft cheeks ran along the lower lips line, and she took my index finger into her mouth and sucked. We continued enjoying the closeness almost for half an hour till the bus came to halt at our stop.

    We got down from the bus and by the time we entered the Bus shelter we got wet and drenched in the rain. Parvathi’s thin Venkatagiri saree got wet and she took off the pallu and squeezed out water. I could see her heavy breasts through her wet blouse and bra, her engorged nipples straining out. She untied her hair knot and squeezed the rainwater out.

    I said, “grandma, Your saree and petticoat is wet, why don’t you take off your saree, squeeze out the water and dry”

    She smiled, took off her saree and handed over it to me and said, “You are good at squeezing, Shiva”

    I wrung the water out of the saree and tied the two ends to the pillars to dry.

    She was standing there in front of me only with wet petticoat and blouse, her hair spread across her back, down to the knees. The rain stopped, the sky was clear and bright

    I was looking at her, and she felt shy, like a virgin girl. I took her into my hands hugging her and encircling her, then taking her face into my hands, I kissed on her lips, her mouth slowly opened as my tongue entered her mouth exploring, our tongues caressing each other, I was sucking on her lower lip, and she sucking my tongue. It was long drawn kiss drinking each other.

    “Parvathi, You are sexy and exciting”, I said.

    “Shiva, I think You have mastered the art of seducing women. Now I know why my daughter Raji became your lover and got impregnated to give birth to your son”

    “So You know our secret,” I said.

    I know it for a long time, guessed it, and got confirmed from Raji. I am happy that she got an young stud like you to satisfy insatiable sexual desires. She was becoming hysterical with unquenched sexual desire. She needs a man like you.

    How about you ammmamma, Do you need a man like me? I unhooked and removed her blouse and bra as she raised her hands to facilitate. Her huge, voluminous, heavy, and pendulous, breasts sprang free, slightly sagged due to their own weight, pendulous; her nipples were brown, big, hard and jutting out of her big breasts resembling big watermelons.

    I took off all my clothes, stood proudly showing her off my long, thick, hard erect, turgid, pulsating cock. I could see the surprise in her eyes as she looked at my big cock.

    She took my cock into her hands, stroking it from the base to the knob, and said “your cock is very big, Shiva for your age, and I am afraid to take all that monstrous cock into me.

    “Parvathi, You know only Parvathi Devi can take Shiva’s lingam however big it is” I said. I took one of her nipple into my mouth and started sucking, as a breastfeeding child sucks at her mother’s breasts. Parvathi, said “Shiva, However you suck my breasts you don’t get milk, I know you have been sucking milk from Raji’s breasts ever since your baby was born”

    I said, “But I want to drink you, I kneeled down untied her petticoat’s knot, removed her petticoat, as she spread her banana-trunk like fat fleshy thunderous thighs wide. I could see her juice drenched cunt, engorged hardened stiff clitoris (in Telugu, it’s called ‘golli’ ) her cunt juice oozing out onto her thighs. I want to drink your cunt juice. I licked her cunt, lapped up her cunt juice, slurped up juice pressing my lips against her cunt slurping up, my hands pressing and squeezing her ass cheeks, like one squeezes and slurps up ripe mango fruit.

    The more I slurp, the more cunt juice oozed out of her cunt like a never ending natural well. It was like, all of her stored ‘kama’ and fat melting and coming out of her cunt, stored for so many years waiting for the right moment. I sucked and sucked. She grabbed me up by hair, and said “Shiva, I can’t wait, don’t torture me, I want you in me, I want your cock inside me, fill my cunt, you bastard, fuck me,”

    So, You too need a man like me, ammamma, Yes, I need man like you with such a big cock, I need. I got up; she lifted one of her thigh and I managed to enter her, my engorged, stiff, hard, long, thick, virile cock into her juice-drenched pussy. I was holding her, encircling my hands around her, and then as I put my hands below her arse cheeks, she raised her self, her both legs encircling my waist, my hands under her arse, and her hands holding my shoulders. I was literally carrying her 85kg body weight on my hands so that she could manipulate her fucking movements. She tried to move her ass forward and backward but it was a difficult position to fuck. I said, Parvathi, let me fuck you,” disentangled myself and asked her to bend. She obeyed my orders, and bent placing her hands on the cement bench, her arse high up, legs wide spread, her juice drenched cunt wide, legs spread as wide as possible. I entered her cunt slowly, filling her cunt completely to the base, and the started fucking rhythmically, holding on to her ass cheeks, taking out my cock to the knob and sending back into her cunt fully touching the bottom of her cunt.

    Grandma’s hair spread allover her back and touching the floor, It was an exciting view; I increased the speed, gradually, fucking her in doggy style. The fucking experiences with my aunty and mother, made me an expert to fuck a woman to her satisfaction, by controlling my own rhythm, I could go on for at least for an half an hour with out reaching climax, and could delay my ejaculation and climax. I could sense her body language, she was reaching her orgasm; I could sense her cunt muscles, she was like a bitch in heat. She said, “fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me, You bastard, fuck me you, son of a bitch, fuck me hard more harder and harder faster and faster, fuck me You mother fucker, son of bitch, fuck me my lover, fuck me my young stud, rip my cunt, rupture my cunt, I could feel her cunt muscles contract and expand, her whole body shivering, her cunt muscles gripping my cock, and then loosening, in frenzied motion, as if is my cock was rubber horn one squeezes on yesteryear automobiles, and she came, orgasm , a long drawn multiple orgasm, slowly increasing and reaching it’s peak staying at it’s peak for a long time and the then intensity decreasing, slowly, It was at that moment I reached my climax as she gripped my cock with her cunt muscles hard and squeezing, I came erupted like a volcano, hot lava pouring out into her cunt, we came in unison, together, my hot sperm filling her cunt, loads and loads filling her cunt. Her body was shivering with ecstasy and despite the cool breeze, she was perspiring, drops of perspiration appeared all over her body. I could see and feel that she was having long drawn orgasm of her lifetime.

    We didn’t move, my cock still in her cunt, till our orgasmic spasms subsided gradually, and then I took my cock out of her cunt, she hugged me and said, “ Shiva, thank You, it was the best fuck I ever had in my life. Are you happy and satisfied?

    I said, Yes, Parvathi, I am very happy, it was my dream come true.”

    We dressed up walked hand in hand to our house. The servant maid opened the door, Parvathi, changed into a fresh saree, came to the bed room and lay on the bed besides me, took my erect hard cock into her hands and said “Shiva, Your cock is very beautiful and magnificent, like Shiva lingam; You are my Lord Shiva”

    She took my cock into her mouth and started licking, I understood that she didn’t know how to give head, and I guided her, to lick my balls, lick my cock from the base to the shaft, and then beautiful pink big round knob. I told Parvathi that I was hungry and want to eat something.

    She said, “What do you want to eat, my young stud? “

    “Do you have any sweets in the house?

    “No, except some honey”

    “Perfect, Bring some”

    We walked naked to the kitchen and brought the bottle of honey to the bedroom.

    I asked her to lie on the bed, spread her thighs, poured honey into her cunt hole and started licking her cunt; inserted my tongue into her cunt, put my lips against her cunt lips and slurped cunt juice mixed with honey, licked her ass cheeks and she got aroused beyond her control.

    “Oh Shiva, you are killing me I can’t wait, Give it to me, fill me, fill my cunt,”

    I positioned my self between her thunderous thighs, entered her cunt, lifted and placed her legs on both sides of my shoulders, and started fucking, till she climaxed again, her typical long drawn orgasm.

    We lay in each other’s arms enjoying the aftermath. We went to the bathroom washed each other, and fucked again, this time I asked her to come on to top and ride me, again a first experience for her, she fucked, riding me, her huge breasts swinging on my face, she fucked me as I sucked her breasts while fingering her ass hole. My cock in her cunt my finger in her ass-double fucking. She came violently, got exhausted so much she couldn’t get up even to wash, the 58 yr old Parvathi thus became my mistress. I was just 18, but I became her Lord, her God. I, even as boy I got aroused by gracefully matured beautiful women with long hair. I knew that once a woman was fucked thoroughly and lovingly by a man, he owns her body and soul. Parvathi, became my own sweet sexy mistress. She smuggled up in my arms and we slept naked in each other’s arms till morning.

    Parvathi, was at 58, gracefully matured, admirable, black, beautiful, exciting, erotic, earthy, fantastic, glamorous, gorgeous, horny, lovely, loving, magnificent, opulent, pious looking, ravanceous, pulchitondrous, picturesque, sweet, sexy, sonorous, sculpturous, tantalizing, voluptuous, willowy and yearning woman. Grandmother Parvathi, was the wife of a landlord, belonging to a respectable upper caste family. They have lot of wealth, lands, huge mansion- like house, and several servants to look after the farming, cattle, and cows. She was regarded and respected by every one in the village, as a pativrata (pious woman). The villagers consider her as living goddess, who helps them in need of the hour. She was the mother of three daughters and a son and a grandmother of six children. She became my mistress. No one could suspect our illicit incestuous relationship, including her husband, my maternal grandfather who of course was always busy in local politics. Parvathi, started coming to Guntur as often as she could, to get fucked by me. Of course my aunty Raji knew and encouraged. We had threesome fucking sessions. Raji Aunty being aware of my taste, prompted Parvathi to dress up in thin my sore silk sarees attenuating her beautiful curves, her hair arranged into a long plait reaching her knees, jasmine lengths decorating her hair, of course in the house only.

    Having a young stud, a stallion, as lover was not enough, for parvathi, she wanted to share her newfound happiness with some one else the secret, that she was attractive, desirable and fuckable even at the age of 58. She confessed our secret love affair to her neighbor and close friend Subhadra. Subhadra was a skilled dressmaker, she, stitches blouses as hobby to her friends. Parvathi, asked Subhadra to make new blouses for her in latest fashion of the day- wide deep V neck in the front and low and wide U cut at the back. Naturally, Subhadra asked Parvathi about her new taste. The discussion between them finally prompted Parvathi to reveal her secret love affair with me, her grand son and lover, a young man of 18, 40yrs younger to her..

    Sexy Subhadra

    During one of my visit to Grandmother Parvathi, I was introduced to Subhadra. The moment I saw Subhadra I knew that she was sexually interested in me, and she was available, if the right opportunity comes and circumstances permit. Subhadra was short, wide, hefty, fat, pleasantly plump woman of 56, a dark black beauty with fat arms, large soft voluminous sagging breasts, thick layered fat midriff, very wide enormously protruding large arse, inverted pot like buttocks bigger than that of Parvathi’s, curly thick well oiled salt and pepper hair that reaches just beyond her arse. I knew that her desire for me was prompted by the stories and experiences of fucking Parvathi narrated to her in minutest detail. It was midmorning, and it was apparent that subhadra had washed her hair before coming, her curly hair still wet, parted in the middle, and arranged into loose knot. She brought the newly stitched blouses for parvathi.

    Parvathi said, “Subhadra, your hair is still wet, why don’t you dry”

    “ I should do it, you know it takes a long time for me to comb my curly hair”

    “Yeah, I know, subhadra,” and then turning towards me, Parvathi said “ sudha, why don’t you help subhadra and comb her hair”

    I got up from the chair, and asked subhadra, smilingly, “How do you like me to do it, while you are sitting or standing”

    Subhadra, understood the inner sexual meaning of ‘doing it’ and said, smiling mischievously, ‘I know, You are an expert in doing it in various positions, Parvathi told me, so do it whichever way you want to do it to me”

    I took the comb, led her opposite to the full-length mirror, untied her hair knot, and started combing her hair carefully. Parvathi, took the blouses and went to the bedroom to try, saying, “Sudha is an expert in many things, and hair dressing is only one of them”

    Subhadra asked, ”What are the other things you are expert, sudha”

    “I am sure parvathi must have told you, subhadra” I said, hugging her from behind, my hard cock pressing into her soft mounds of ass cheeks, “that I find women like you irresistible,” I said taking her hair into hands and combing .

    “Is it so, but I am old” she said

    “Old is gold, I like old lovely dames, – gracefully matured women like you” I said, added ‘you are sexy”

    “I am, fat,” she teased

    “I love big women, fat women are fantastic, to hug. I don’t like skinny women”

    “I am black” she smiled

    “Black is beautiful, Lord Krishna is black, Lord Rama is black, Draupadi is black, and Draupadi was adored by five husbands”

    “ So you like me” she said looking into my eyes, invitingly.

    “You want to see the proof?” I retorted placing my hands on my hips thrusting out my pelvis towards her.

    “Yeah. Shiva, can you prove it?”

    I removed my lungi, and showed off my big beautiful long thick pulsating turgid magnificent, monstrous, 8in cock. She looked at my magnificent maleness, licked her lips, taking it into her hands and said

    “ I didn’t imagine that yours is so big, when parvathi told me, I didn’t believe that an young man of your age could have such a big cock”

    She was feeling my cock with both her hands, pulled back the foreskin, only to reveal my even bigger pink knob. I knew the effect of seeing my cock by any woman. She couldn’t resist but to admire the beauty of my maleness. She kissed on the knob, ran her tongue along the shaft to the base, and she took my cock into her mouth, as much as possible down to the throat. She gagged, and took off her mouth, salvia dripping out of her mouth. I led her to the bed room walking naked, Parvathi was there in front of the mirror, without blouse, and saw my hard erect cock, and said “ Oh! You didn’t comb her hair?”

    “No, even before I comb and arrange her hair into a beautiful plait, she wanted to know what other skills I have to show. She didn’t believe the extraordinary size of my cock, when you told her. So I have to show her to believe that whatever you said about me was true.”

    I removed subhadra’s clothes, and laid her down on the bed, took the bottle of honey kept on the bed side table by parvathi, the previous night, poured generously onto her breasts and allover her body, started licking, as subhadra moaned and cooed with sensations of ecstasy and pleasure. Parvathi undressed her self and started sucking and licking my cock flicking her tongue at my scrotum. Subhadra lying on the bed, her hair spread on the bed, her thighs wide open, I put my tongue at her cunt lips sucked the her juice mixed with honey, slurping sucking licking lapping up.

    “Fuck her, Shiva, fuck her, she needs it, Give it to her, Fill her and fuck her” grandmother said standing next to the bed, and caressing Subhadra’s big hard nipples, as I entered subhadra’s juicy cunt, with all my strength and energy, I was surprised, to feel that subhadra’s cunt was tight, I could feel her cunt opening up as I entered, widening her, I was surprised to find that a fat big woman of 55yrs age having such a tight cunt. I fucked and fucked with frenzied rhythmic motion, Subhadra didn’t take much time to reach her orgasm, unlike Parvathi’s multiple orgasms, Subhadra ‘s orgasm was more intense, reaching its peak, as her cunt muscles gripped my cock tightly for a long time, and released the grip and started crying as she orgasm, crying aloud. It was a new experience for me, a woman crying as her orgasms intensely, her finger scratching my back almost drew blood, making visible red marks. But My cock was still hard and erect, I waited till subhadras’s orgasmic spasms subsided, her body relaxed, her cunt muscles relaxed, I looked into her eyes, she actually blushed, pulling me down, and kissing me all over my face, all my weight resting on her, she was shy, the unexplainable, shyness, as she buried her face on my chest, saying “sudha, sudha, sudha, several times”

    I knew the why she felt so much shyness, it was the feeling a woman experiences when she was fucked, thoroughly, and got satisfied by the man, all of a sudden she feels shy, that the man entered and explored her inner self, her body and soul, her woman ness. It was a beautiful experience, irrespective of age, the woman, Subhadra of 55 yrs age, submitted herself willingly, to a man much younger to her self, but she feels that I was her Lord and Master. I withdrew my cock from her cunt, and my grandmother Parvathi was ready, my cock still erect and hard, I entered Parvathi’s cunt, from behind doggy style, as she placed her hands on the bed, and started fucking her. Parvathi and me came together, after fucking her for a long time, thanks to the training my aunty Raji and my mother gave me to fuck both of them one after another and control myself without ejaculating till both of them orgasm. Subhadra, also became my mistress. I was only 18 then. For me, Black is beautiful. Old is Gold (Glamorous old lovely dames). The Older the Better. Matured women are Magnificent. Big is Beautiful, Bigger the Better. Plump is Pleasure, Fat women are fantastic. Grey haired women are glamorous. Women and wine the more matured, taste better.

    I found matured women are more exciting and satisfying to fuck .My experiences with other matured women will follow. Readers are requested to send their valuable comments to me. [email protected]

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  • Vampish Vanishree falls at Ashima

    Hello ISS lovers! The following story was inspired by a brief line sent to me by one of my friends ( a female, of course! ). I hope you would love reading my first attempt to post a lesbian story for you to enjoy!

    Vanishree, was petite although she always evoked those usual glares from guys around. Migrating from a small town to a buzzing city wasn’t easy although she had begun coping up with the ordeals of being a part of the cosmopolitan. She wasn’t feeling humiliated anymore whenever guys took advantage of the overflowing crowds in the buses by playing with her tits, even if they got longer and harder. She has felt enough hardened bulges pressing against her ass while she traveled standing and getting squeezed inside the buses. Honestly, she was getting immune to those lusty grips of men on her body and started wondering if there was anything more interesting than letting men plays with her flesh. That was until she met Mrs. Ashima, her instructor at the CADD institute.

    Vanishree remembered the entire class coming to a stunning silence as Mrs. Ashima walked in for the first time. Soon, the male students had switched over from Vanishree to Mrs. Ashima although she was almost twice their average age.

    Vanishree was convinced that Mrs. Ashima was perhaps the hottest female she had ever come across. Mrs. Ashima almost stood at 5’8” which made her look so imposing in the company of other females in the institute. She seemed to be working very hard to maintain her physique as her sexy curves were just a matter of envy for most of the female students. What started of as a mere admiration was soon turning out to be a sexual desire, although it took some time for Vanishree to realize that she had been nurturing a lesbian desire.

    Vanishree had been lured into lesbian adventures by some of her room mates before which were mostly one sided affairs giving pleasure to only those who fell at her. It was perhaps the first time that Vanishree herself was curious to go on her own to lure a female with sexual intentions. Vanishree often watched Mrs. Ashima’s her bra visible beneath her light blouse and sighed thinking about the prospects of laying her hands and mouth on those wonderful pair of breasts concealed in cloth.

    Mrs. Ashima was equally impressed with Vanishree; after all Vanishree was one good reason for the male students coming regularly to the classes. Being a sexually fulfilled woman, she looked upon Vanishree as just another student in the class. But it didn’t take much time for Mrs. Ashima to discover that Vanishree had other ideas. She watched Vanishree moistening her lips, stare at her with widened eyes, as some guys used to do . Although, it was a bit embarrassing for Mrs. Ashima, she reconciled to the fact that the girl must be starving for sex which is quite normal at her age and with a little bit of counseling, she would be back on track. She decided to invite Vanishree to her house to have a one to one talk about what she feared was disturbing her young student. Vanishree was more than willing to be there though with entirely different intentions.

    After a few exchange of pleasantries, Mrs. Ashima decided to hit the nail on its head.

    “Vanishree,” Mrs. Ashima spoke gently. “What do you think of me?”

    Vanishree remained silent for a while. She wished she could tell instantly about what she thought of her tutor; that she got wet at the very thought of her; she felt something drifting between her thighs whenever she looked at Mrs. Ashima; she badly needed to lure her tutor into lesbian sex. But, only moments ticked as Vanishree was searching words in the air to describe what she felt about Mrs. Ashima.

    Mrs. Ashima pitied the young, innocent student who looked like getting off the tracks by nurturing desires that weren’t expected of her. She let a long sigh before talking again.

    “I know that you are somewhat disturbed.” She looked straight into Vanishree’s eyes as she spoke. “I can see some immature lust in your eyes; similar to those perverted male students in the class. I can’t tell you how cautious I am not to give them even the slightest clue. They would ravage my modesty like beasts.”

    Vanishree remained quiet as Mrs. Ashima continued.

    “I have been watching you biting your nails in the class while your eyes are pinned on my body. I have seen your chest swelling up and down many a times as if you are heaving for breath. I am twice your age and I know what all these means.”

    “Ok,” Vanishree interrupted. “Tell me what you think of me.”

    Mrs. Ashima smiled briefly. “You are a good student.”

    Vanishree smiled wryly as she said, “I wasn’t asking about that Madam.”

    Mrs. Ashima realized that her student was making an attempt to make her indulge in a sexual conversation. It was odd although but she decided to let Vanishree go ahead rather than abruptly terminating the conversation.

    “Well. You are a nice looking young girl,” Mrs. Ashima winked at her. “I noticed on the first day itself; you are such a cute girl; somewhat innocent; I thought you might be having plenty of nuisances in the bus.”

    “Very much true,” Vanishree admitted. “Sometimes my tits get sore. Guys keep squeezing them in the bus as if they are made of wheat flour.”

    Mrs. Ashima laughed uncontrollably. “What else?”

    “They rub their thing against my ass while the bus takes turns,” Vanishree’s face grew red as she continued. “Sometimes they bring their hands right in between my thighs and rub it over.”

    “So you get horny?” Mrs. Ashima became really curious. Somehow she could not help getting excited hearing to what the young girl was narrating.

    “Sometimes,” Vanishree agreed. “I get desperate and you know what I mean.”

    “I very much do,” Mrs. Ashima affirmed looking at Vanishree with sympathy. “Have you let boys on the bed?”

    “None at all,” Vanishree refuted as she continued in the same breath. “Only girls!”

    Mrs. Ashima was convinced about her student’s lesbian attitude.

    “Don’t you find it odd having same sex relations?”

    “Not really,” Vanishree shook her heads. “I haven’t enjoyed them either.”

    “Then, what makes you look at me with so much of lust?” Mrs. Ashima queried confusedly.

    “May be you would make a good lover,” Vanishree smiled nonchalantly at her tutor who froze for a moment.

    Vanishree stopped talking for a second as her eyes got fixed directly on Mrs. Ashima, watching her smooth slender neck. Her tongue popped out as she moistened her lips thinking as to how her tutor would taste.

    “If you are averse to what I just said, please ignore them,” Vanishree concluded with her typical smile. She moved as though she was about to stand up when Mrs. Ashima touched her to stop her. Vanishree instantly felt a chill on her arms and heart began beating fast.

    “I can tell you Madam,” she said biting her lower lips. “Your simple touch feels so good.”

    Mrs. Ashima was dumbfounded. It was absolutely a new experience of seeing a girl getting sexually aroused at her touch. She was getting excited to see Vanishree enjoying the feel of her fingers on her arms.

    “I can’t understand,” She wanted to make it a bit longer.” I don’t believe what my touch could do to a girl like you?”

    Vanishree preferred not to reply to her tutor as she wanted to enjoy as long as it lasts. She was feeling her heart pumping quicker. She felt as though her legs were trembling while the familiar dripping sensation occurred right in between her legs. Mrs. Ashima was about to take off her hands from Vanishree’s arms before they were hurriedly placed on Vanishree’s right breast. Mrs. Ashima shook as if she was hit by a mild electric shock as her palm rested on Vanishree’s young but somewhat tiny breast. The tutor was soon loosing as her hand which involuntarily rested on her student’s tits, began cupping it gently. ‘This is the first time that I have cupped a girl’s breast’ – Mrs. Ashima told herself as she watched Vanishree enjoying her grip on the breast.

    “I am loving it,” Vanishree partly opened her eyes to utter these words before her right hand stretched forward to rest on Mrs. Ashima’s waist. Mrs. Ashima almost jumped to feel her student’s warm skin on the flesh of her waists as she immediately discovered that sex with a woman is not all that boring as she had thought. Her eyes closed for a moment as she began relishing the feel of young fingers clinching on to her waist muscle.

    “Madam,” Vanishree spoke in a husky voice. “Where is the bedroom?”

    Mrs. Ashima sheepishly obeyed her student as she walked towards the bedroom while holding the young girl on her shoulders. Vanishree looked around the bedroom with wide opened eyes for a while before making her tutor sit on the bed and locking the door from inside.

    “Let’s get rid of our clothes,” Vanishree sounded like issuing orders. Mrs. Ashima felt as though she was hypnotized into doing things that she hasn’t done ever before. After a few seconds of hesitation, the elder woman began unwinding her long chiffon slowly while her student kept watching with lust glowing like torch in her eyes. Mrs. Ashima for once looked down at her own body with just a blouse and petticoat on but soon began unbuttoning her blouse as well. Vanishree kept staring at her tutor while Mrs. Ashima unclasped her bra and stood naked to the hilt after undoing her petticoat strap. Vanishree came closer to Mrs. Ashima and looked at her tutors pinky areola and perky nipples. Mrs. Ashima blushed at once sending her nipples to harden further. Can one female make another’s nipple so hard? She asked herself. Vanishree’s eyes explored her tutor’s nudity; her shining strong thighs, long sleek legs, her flat stomach and her naval. If eyes were mouths, Vanishree was eating Mrs. Ashima.

    “What are we going to do?” Mrs. Ashima sounded very delicate.

    Vanishree began stripping, moving her body gently and removing her clothes one after another. Mrs. Ashima watched with gasps as her young student revealed her sexy body for her to see. She was amazed to see the erect nipples on the tiny breasts while her eyes did notice some moisture on her student’s hairy pussy. Mrs. Ashima stood up before Vanishree to have a close look at the young girl’s naked beauty. Surely, she needed no further clues as she made up her mind to have a go at her student. Vanishree, with her experience in the adventure, pushed Mrs. Ashima on to the bed again and went down on her kneels.

    Vanishree began stroking her tongue and lips on Mrs. Ashima’s neck; soon over her shoulder while Mrs. Ashima shuddered feeling her student’s nibbling and licking. Her breathing began to deepen as Vanishree continued enjoying the taste of her tutor’s skin. Mrs. Ashima moaned as Vanishree’s grazed along her shoulder muscles, occasionally biting gently, as gently as she could. Mrs. Ashima’s hands reached to Vanishree’s young breasts cupped them and gave them a firm squeeze. Vanishree’s legs quivered in excitement. Vanishree began licking Mrs. Ashima’s breasts lashing her tongue at the hard nipples while her lips suckled the breast.

    “Oh. Now I know what I have missed,” murmured Mrs. Ashima as her hands reached and rested on Vanishree’s back. Her fingers stroked Vanishree’s hair while she kept sucking her tutor’s breast harder. Mrs. Ashima had already given up to Vanishree’s lust as every time she felt the young girl’s tongue and lips on her nipples, her head jerked back in joy. Her hands clutched Vanishree’s head just firm enough to let the sucking session continue.

    Vanishree’s face descended to Mrs. Ashima’s pussy. Vanishree inhaled the perfume of the lacy panties and sighed in excitement smelling her tutor’s pussy. Soon she started licking the panties, as if she loved to lick with the panties on. Mrs. Ashima’s head swung from one side to another as she felt the feel of her student on her womanhood. Vanishree closed her eyes relishing the taste of Mrs. Ashima which seeped through the panties and licked all over by her tongue. Mrs. Ashima swirled moaning uncontrollably. Vanishree was getting more adventurous as she began driving her tongue deep inside Mrs. Ashima’s pussy. The teacher for once was the student as the young girl let her tongue dive deeper exploring her tutor’s sex cavity.

    “Splennnnnnnnnnnnndid!”

    Mrs. Ashima shook violently as she experienced her first orgasm, in the company of a girl. Vanishree kept licking and gulping the drops of juices flowing out of her tutor’s cunt while Mrs. Ashima was swept over by huge waves of pleasure. As Mrs. Ashima’s body loosened up, she rested on the shoulders of Vanishree. They were still for a few moments feeling the cool drops of perspiration on each other’s body. It was Vanishree who broke the silence.

    “I hoped you loved that” Vanishree smiled as she began gathering her clothes from the floor.

    “Wait,” Mrs. Ashima was loud. “Let me reciprocate for what you have done.”

    Vanishree stood still as Mrs. Ashima struggled to stand up and began walking towards her. Mrs. Ashima went right behind Vanishree and began pressing her body against her student. The tutor’s waist was pressing against the student’s ass cheeks while the senior’s hands reached from behind to rest on the young girl’s sexy breasts. Mrs. Ashima’s fingers began kneading Vanishree’s nipples as the student bit her lips in excitement. Mrs. Ashima was pushing Vanishree towards the bed and once they reached, Vanishree found herself on the bed with legs spread wide like never before.

    Mrs. Ashima leaped over Vanishree and started licking the young pussy. Vanishree jumped feeling her tutor’s tongue on her pussy as her body began experiencing joyful thunders all over. Mrs. Ashima’s hands reached up, holding her student’s young tits yet again and began squeezing them harder and harder. Vanishree remembered some guy who had once squeezed her tits so hard that it gave her a sore for almost a week. Mrs. Ashima’s cheeks were brushing against her upper thighs as the tutor meticulously sucked her student’s pussy with amazing ease. Vanishree felt signs of an orgasm as Mrs. Ashima well and truly reciprocated her student with her excellent tongue work. Soon, Vanishree’s muscles began contracting wildly while her breathing deepened as pleasure waves kept striking her all over. She screamed as she reached the peak of an orgasm after which Mrs. Ashima halted momentarily. After a few long gasps, the tutor resumed from where she had left. Every time Vanishree got close to an orgasm, Mrs. Ashima would stop and resume again after a few seconds. Vanishree could take no more of this as she started pleading for an orgasm as her entire body was electrified with sexual joy. Finally, she came and her juices started flowing straight into Mrs. Ashima’s waiting mouth.

    “Oh Yes!” Vanishree yelled as she shook immediately after her orgasm while Mrs. Ashima smiled with a sense of fulfillment.

    And they lived happily thereafter. You know where to send your comments : it is [email protected]

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  • Fathima grows bigger get younger

    Hello ISS lovers! The characters in the story do not resemble anybody alive and kicking!

    I have always been amused reading all those star predictions which kept coming in almost all the newspapers and magazines although I always read them first whenever I browsed anything. However, I was in for a big surprise a few days ago as the prediction for my star perfectly coincided with what happened during the day. The prediction said that I would be getting pleasant news and exactly the same thing happened. I almost froze in surprise when my mother informed me that Mrs. Fathima was visiting us very soon. She used to be our neighbor in Chennai since those days I could remember, before Dad was transferred to Cochin. She and my mother had a lot of other things in common, other than the fact that both the women were slightly on the bigger side.

    She might be around 45 years now. I vividly remember round face which always sported a very pleasant smile as she moved around. Her proud possessions include her long dark hair which swayed below her waist and of course any description of her would be incomplete if it doesn’t include her enormous well shaped breasts showing no signs of sagging after two decades of married life. Typical of big beautiful women, she had huge ass cheeks which looked round and strong. She always evoked a sigh from young boys like me whenever she passed by.

    She had become very popular in Chennai, more so after her news reading stints in some regional channels. She always used to call my mother to inform about her upcoming television programs and needless to say, we never missed any of those. It was while watching her during one of that regular news reading that I discovered how sexy she has begun to look. Although she seemed to have sacrificed her long hair resorting to a short cut just around her shoulders, she still looked like a sexy devil. She never seemed to be worried about her obesity as I discovered that her breasts had become gigantic to say the least. But, still I liked thinking about her.

    Our house lit up immediately after her arrival although I was in college when she reached. As expected, she looked very huge although the grace in her face had not diminished. She kept herself busy with my mother all the time, going out for shopping, sharing a few odd jokes, remembering their days together at Chennai and so on. I also noticed that she kept watching me through the corner of her eyes whenever I crossed and I smiled to myself. I was convinced that I could evince some curiosity in her as I had grown stronger in the last few years. My regular swimming and tennis have pruned me up a bit and there were a few female onlookers who looked at me with some interest. Mrs. Fathima was none different, I thought.

    Our house has always been a dream to live in with four bedrooms. My parents used one room at the ground floor while my Dad had converted the other into his office. The remaining rooms were upstairs out of which I was using one while the other remained vacant for the guests. I was thrilled once Mrs. Fathima moved in to the room right opposite to mine. I always kept the door closed while at home so that nobody else gets disturbed with the loud music which I always loved to listen. But, I had decided to keep the door deliberately open so that I can get a glimpse of Mrs. Fathima whenever she went in and out of her room. Surprisingly, she preferred to keep her own door open most of the time other than while she slept or when she was inside the bath. Needless to say, I was getting enough sneak views of the sexy woman.

    But, I wasn’t feeling unduly content watching the sexy lady just once in a while. I decided that I must watch her undress once and imagined how she would look like without even an inch of cloth on her. Surprisingly, I saw Mrs. Fathima moving towards the left side of her room, which meant that she was heading towards the bathroom although she did not close the door. She had a towel on her left shoulders suggesting that she was about to take a shower. I immediately got curious and thanked God for providing me with an opportunity to see her change, minutes after I had desired. I waited for a few minutes before standing up and walking out of the room. I ensured that there weren’t anybody in the drawing room from where one can easily watch the movements between the two rooms upstairs. I rushed inside Mrs. Fathima’s room in a flash and moved further towards the right side which was exposed to the road through very large glasses. Long curtains always hung from the roof till the floor so that nobody can watch the room from the streets. I went right behind a curtain at the right corner of the room and began waiting for Mrs. Fathima with my heart beating fast.

    It took another few minutes before Mrs. Fathima emerged from the bathroom with just the towel covering her body from half of her huge tits till just below her waist, enough to hide her womanhood. She strode straight to the door, closed it, latched it up and proceeded towards the mirror. Her hair hasn’t gone as short I had thought as, once she loosened it, it came well below her shoulders. My eyes widened as she flipped off the towel from her body and stood naked in front of the mirror. Although I could see just up to her neck in the mirror from the position I was in, my eyes soon rested on her naked butt cheeks which looked extraordinarily huge without any cover. She inserted the plug of the electric hair dryer into the socket and began stroking the gun through her hair. My dick began swelling like a demon as she swung sideways revealing her huge tits in profile view. I saw her huge boobs had gone a bit saggy than they looked with the bra and blouse on, almost hanging down till her forearms. She had perhaps the biggest areolas I have ever seen, almost like a mini CD. Her nipples were reasonably long and thick as well. Her tits shook whenever she moved and took their own time to settle even after she stayed still. My hand reached down to my boxer as if it was a reflex action as I held my throbbing erection with my fist just to contain. She seemed to be in no hurry to dress up as her dryer kept going for more than fifteen minutes. Just as I began thinking about how I should get out of the room, I heard her humming a naughty song and winking at her image in the mirror. I thought for a moment that she was getting pleased watching herself on the mirror although it was not to be.

    “If you have finished watching,” Mrs. Fathima spoke looking at the mirror.” You can come out of the curtain.”

    A huge chill went through my spine as I listened to what she had said. She had discovered that I was inside her room, more importantly, watching her stealthily from behind the curtains. I remained perplexed wondering what to do next while she spoke again.

    “I know you are here,” She turned around looking exactly in the direction where I was hiding behind the curtain. “Better come out before I call your mother.”

    I was admonishing myself as I slowly walked out of the curtain and stood still after taking just a couple of steps. She still was looking at the mirror keeping the dryer go on and on throughout her hair.

    “I am sorry,” I stammered. I couldn’t think of telling anything else as I was drowning deep in embarrassment. She turned around and flashed a smile which looked cunning although.

    “Sorry for what?” She queried as she switched off the dryer, kept it on the dressing table, turned around and began walking towards me. My heart began pumping very hard and I could hear each and every beat of it very loud. She was approaching me revealing her frontal beauty, absolutely revealing her naked breasts, tummy and even her densely haired pussy. I wasn’t sure about the feelings which were taking me over; whether I was feeling embarrassed or horny.

    “So, young man?” She spoke as her neatly done eyebrows rose. “How long have you been doing this?”

    “I am sorry,” I apologized again. “I am very sorry about this.”

    “That isn’t the answer to my question,” She smiled mockingly as she was just inches away from me; I could smell the scent of her toilet soap and the odor emanating from her dried hair.

    “Tell me,” she persisted. “How long have you been watching me?”

    “Just today,” I confessed. “I assure you Mrs. Fathima.”

    “I don’t believe you,” She shook her head in disagreement. “I think you have been coming everyday.”

    “No!” I refuted. “I came just today and that too because you had left the door open.”

    “Oh!” Mrs. Fathima smiled. “Thanks for reminding. I should have been careful……”

    “Not really,” I fumbled. “It was my mistake to have come inside.”

    “It was my mistake,” Mrs. Fathima intervened. “to have closed the doors till yesterday.”

    I looked up stunned. She was smiling at me with a very funny look on her face.

    “Have you seen enough?” She winked her eyes while I stood like a statue. “You have seen me though I haven’t had a glimpse of you.”

    Saying this she came very close, placed her hands on my collar, and stroked her fingers downwards before resting on the topmost of my shirt button. I gulped as she began unbuttoning my shirt while my hard dick began swelling again; the feel of my fingers on me was taking over me as I could feel blood flowing fast all over my body. She easily relieved me from the shirt and stared at my bare chest with a peculiar smile.

    “You seem to have improved,” She admired. “Come to Chennai, I can fix you up in some television companies.”

    I remained silent as my eyes partly closed after her fingers began drawing shapes all over my chest and stomach. Each and every single hair on my body stood up as her fingers traveled on my half naked body. Once her hands began running over my skin I was convinced that she was teasing me and enjoying herself watching me being teased.

    “I remember how under nourished you used to look like,” She continued talking while her hands moved over to my arms to knead my muscles. I was loosing very fast as my dick rose up like a hydraulic piston. She took just a step backwards, looked down at my boxers and giggled. I sheepishly smiled as if to reciprocate although I knew that my dick had let me down by exhibiting a premature excitement.

    “How long and how big is that?” She queried mockingly and winked at me.

    “Mine is close to nine inches and very thick too,” I quipped throwing all cautions to the wind. Now, I can’t be blamed for having replied like this after she dared to provoke me like that.

    “You must be telling some lie,” She looked at me with disapproval. I looked up with fury as it was already enough provocation for me. My fingers undid my boxers in a flash letting my dick to hang in the air as though a canon was raring to fire. Her eyes were lit with amazement immediately upon seeing my little giant, standing long and hard true to my expectations and much to belie her skepticism.

    “Oh my!” She exclaimed as her eyeballs pinned on my dick to stay there for a while. She was struggling to overcome her hesitation momentarily before her hand reached out and wrapped around my dick. My eyes closed at once feeling the chill palm on the head of my dick. She gripped my dick gently, moved her hands upwards and downwards and soon she was certainly stroking me. As though a miracle, my dick swelled hard and long within seconds while I watched.

    I was convinced about what she intended. She would never make a complaint about me now that she has my dick in her possession. My hands settled on her thighs and began caressing the smooth surface. While her stroking continued, she surely showed signs of excitement as my hands explored her thighs. I began sliding my hand up her leg till I reached up to her dense bushy pussy. My heart pumped fast immediately after my fingers found her pussy lips under the dense hair she had on her womanhood. I thought for a moment before running my fingers over the sexy slit.

    “Are your fingers strong enough?” She questioned as I could see her eyes longing for an obvious answer. I drove a finger into her pussy and began exploring the depth of her slit to make her wet within no time. It was the beginning of what turned out to be the most thrilling moments of my life. I was seducing the woman whom I have fantasized for years. I slowly lowered my body to go on my knees and as I leaned forward towards her, her hands gently tried to push me back.

    “You will love it,” I assured looking up. It was a sight to behold watching her smile between those huge boobs which seemed like hanging from the heaven. No sooner she nodded in agreement; I began licking her pussy while my arms went around clutching her wonderful ass cheeks.

    “You were right,” She faintly remarked. “I think you are making it enjoyable.”

    For a moment I presumed she might not have had sex for quite a while as her reactions were a bit too spontaneous. My tongue began making circles around her pussy, gently to start off and in due course she began grinding her hips as I became harder and faster. She began uttering broken sentences, a funny combination of Hindi as well as her mother tongue as I guessed she might be approaching her orgasm.

    “It’s anytime now,” she moaned uncontrollably as my tongue again drove deep inside her pussy, lapping up those drops of juices which had begun to flow. Her hands clutched my head hard against her pussy and after a few frantic hip grinding; she exploded sending a stream of her juice inside my mouth which I gladly gulped as though they were heavenly gifts.

    She staggered for a few seconds before I got up on my feet, held her in support, hugged her once and began walking towards the bed. The feel of her naked body on my shoulders and chest was simply electrifying. No sooner we reached the bed, I made her lay down right in the middle and crawled on the bed getting close to her.

    “Hey,” She stopped me for once. “Are you really going to do it?”

    “Of course,” I smiled. “I have been dreaming about this for a very long time.”

    “But, I am just a old woman,” She held my chin with her hands. “ My body has gone terribly out of shape.”

    I placed my lips on hers and gave her a long kiss. Our naked bodies were crushing against each other as we hugged yet again. Her perky nipples were pressing against my bare chest while my throbbing cock got right in between our stomachs.

    “You don’t know how many guys are dreaming to have you once,” I spoke after relieving her lips from my kiss. “Every time I watch you in the news, I become so desperate to rush to the bathroom and masturbate thinking about you.”

    “Are you serious?” She wasn’t convinced.

    “Absolutely,” I affirmed. “You are the one and only BBW of India.”

    She blushed and smiled. I went right in between her legs and began rubbing the head of my dick against her slit.

    “Oh Yes!” She almost screamed feeling the big head of my dick caressing against her sluggish pussy. I myself felt a current running all through my nerves immediately after my dick felt her soft flesh of her pussy.

    “Now,” I spoke looking straight into her eyes. “Let us do it.”

    I began sliding my hard dick inside her pussy while my eyes glared eagerly at her face which was blooming in lust. I kept thrusting the entire length inch by inch inside her deep pussy until three fourth of my meat made its way in. I took a deep breath, retreated a bit and humped hard at her sending the entire length of my dick inside her pussy making her groan very loud. My balls were pressing against the bottom of her ass. Her eyes were wide opened as also was her mouth. Then, I pulled my dick out of her pussy at one go and watched her stare at me with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

    “Why?” She asked for which I smiled in reply.

    I slowly began spreading her legs apart, lifting them up in the air enough to let my body settle in between and while she was caught off guard, I drove my dick with all my strength deep inside her pussy again making her scream. Again my long hard dick was deep inside her cavity as I began pumping her in and out for a while. I kept increasing the momentum of my pumping while I was getting aroused just watching her going wild with her frantic moans. Her huge breasts jumped in the air keeping pace with my pumping as my eyes gazed her wonderful globes while my dick kept rigging her pussy. My hands once in a while reached to her enormous tits and began pinching her nipples. It was amazing to see how my dick accelerated every time my hands squeezed her bountiful breasts. I occasionally leaned forward taking those wonderful hard nipples inside my mouth, keeping them in between my teeth, pulling them gently up and making her groan in joy. Every time my mouth landed on her tits, her hands held my head with amazing strength as if she wasn’t letting my mouth get off her tits. I kept sucking those fleshy melons with hunger as I attempted to devour those huge globes inside my mouth. My saliva was flowing all over her globes making them shiny as if they were made of glass. Her hands jumped from my shoulders to my chest; from my waist to my thighs. She was jumping on the bed coping up with my monster dick which kept pounding her pussy.

    I knew it wouldn’t be long since she was coming off an orgasm. Within 3 minutes she was cumming again from the friction my dick was creating. I pinched her nips hard as she released.

    She was laying back trying to catch her breath and gain her bearings when I pulled out and raised her legs up. I held her legs up with one hand and began opening up her ass with the other. There was pussy juice that had run all over her ass, so it wasn’t too tough.

    “Oh, it’s going to happen again,” she yelled as though she was about to explode again. I realized that my own body wasn’t heeding to anything as my dick kept plundering her pussy with unimaginable speed. I soon felt as if a hot drop of melt iron was rolling down my spine towards my abdomen which soon turned out to be the signs of my climax. Even while I was thinking about how easily my dick was moving in and out of Fathima’s pussy, my dick felt like being blown out for a second before sending loads of thick semen inside her pussy.

    What followed were the routine long breaths and gasps as we hugged each other and lay still on the bed. She finally broke the silence as she gently patted on my cheeks and said, “That was fantastic. I wish you came into my room the very first day.”

    “Me too,” I replied with a tone of regret.

    “Now let’s get all cleaned up and move before someone catches us,” she cautioned. We soon gathered everything we had thrown around and I didn’t forget to give her a long kiss before she was about to open the doors for me. I wanted to rush to the opposite side straight into my room before anybody catches me getting out of Mrs. Fathima’s room.

    As Mrs. Fathima opened the door and as I was about to launch myself into running out, both of us were frozen in shock immediately after the door opened.

    It was my mother ! Standing at the verandah looking at us with utmost disgust flowing in her eyes. Tell me how you felt about this at [email protected]

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  • Saas aur bahu ko choda

    Mera naam hai Kishor Magani. Mein tis sal ka hun. Mein aur meri patni Gujarat ke ek gaanv men ek nabalig jamindar ke trustee hein. Ye hamari khud ki kahani hai.

    Jab mein chhota tha tab ham bahut garib the. Pitaji ke paas chaar paanch bigha jamin thi. Do saal ki lambi bimari baad pitaji mar gaye tab mein solah saal ka tha. Mein aur meri vidhava ma akele rah gaye, kuchh bis baais hajar rupiyon ka karja sar pe liye. Karja dene vali meri dur ki chachi thi, Kesar. Dusare gaanv men rahati thi jahan us ki 200 bigha jamin thi aur dhirdhar ka dhandha tha. Ek ladaka chhod kar chacha kai saal se gujar gaye the. Ladka meri umar ka tha, us ka naam tha Randhir. Chachi 40 saal ki thi lekin dikhati thi 30 saal ki. Padhi likhi jayda nahin thi lekin akele haath sab karobar sambhalati thi. Pitaji ke dehant ke panch saal bad ek din Kesar ne muze bulaya. Pyar se chai nashta diya aur boli, “Kishor, kitana karj baki hai ?”

    “Hoaga kuchh bis hajar.”

    “Har saal kitana bharata hai ?”

    “Jyada nahin, kuchh 500 rupiye.”

    “Aise to karja kab khatam hoga ? Sud jo chadata chalata hai.”

    “Kya karun chachi ? Amdani ka or koi sadhan nahin hai mere paas.”

    Thoda soch kar vo boli, “Hai, tere paas hai. Isi liye meine tuze bulaya hai. Bol, mere yahan naukari karega ?”

    “Jarur, lekin mein kya kar sakata hun ?”

    “Vo hi jo tum vahan karate ho. Mein rahane ko ghar dungi, khana pina dungi aur upar se har mahine 500 rupiye nagad dungi. Chalega ?”

    Mein khush ho gaya. Aisa mauka fir kahan milane vala tha ? Meine offer svikar li. Mein aur meri ma aa gaye nayi jagah par.

    Mein sab kam karata tha jo muze diye jate the. Mein ghar men bhi kam karata tha. Ek mahina tak sab achchhi tarah chala. Baad men Kesar muz se chhed chhad karane lagi. Kabhi mere badan ko chhu leti to kabhi halaki chapat maar deti. Ek do baar sari ka pallu gira ke choli men kaid apane bade bade stan ki zalak dikha di. Mere paas muth marane ke siva or koi ilaj na tha. Jaise jaise us ki harakaten badhati gayi vaise vaise us ko chodane ki meri taras bhi badhati gayi. Ekkis sal ka hatta katta javan or kya kar sakata tha ?

    Muze us ko chodane ka mauka mile us ke pahale Randhir ki shadi aa gai. Badi dhum dham se shadi hui aur bahu ghar men aayi. Suhag rat ke vaste ek bada kamara sajaya tha. Jab sham hui tab Kesar ne kaha, “Kishor, aaj bahut kam baki hai, rat yahin so jana.”

    Rat ko gyarah baje sab so gaye tab Kesar mere kamare men aayi aur darvaja band kiya. Mere palang par baithi aur boli, “Kishor, janata hai Randhir aur Kundan kya kar rahen hein ?”

    “Chachi,…urrr…han, janata hun.”

    “Tune kisi ladaki ko choda hai ?”

    Mein tajjub rah gaya. Chachi ke munh se chodane ki baat ?

    Meine kaha, “Nahin to, mere jaise garib ko kaun milegi ?”

    “Kyun ? Garib ho to kya hua ? Chodane ke vaste to lund chahiye, jo tere paas hai. Hai na ?”

    “Umm…ha..han, hai, hai.”

    “Dekhun to, kaisa hai” kah kar us ne mere pajama ki nadi khol daali. Meine sharama ke pajama pakad liya aur naadi fir baandh di. Vo boli, “Are tu to shaamata hai ladaki ki tarah. Chodega kaise ?”

    “Chachi, ki..ki..kis ko, kis ko?”

    “Pagala, mein yahan baithi hun aur puchhata hai ki kis ko chodega ?”

    “Chachi, ye to pap hai.”

    “Pap bap kuchh nahin hai jab ek aurat aur ek aadami apani maraji se chudai karaten hein. Ab ye bata, teri maraji hai ya nahin ?”

    “Ummm..hai to sahi”

    “To baten na bana.” Us ne saari nikal di aur choli ke hook khol diye. Us ke gore gore stan dekhate hi mera lund khada hone laga.

    “Lekin mein nahin janata ki kaise..kaise..vo..vo..kiya jata hai.”

    ”Kaise choda jata hai vo hi na ? Darana mat, mein tuze dikhaugi.” Itana kah kar vo muz se lipat gayi.

    Kesar ka badan gathila tha. Umar ke karan thoda sa med jama tha lekin us ka pet sapat tha aur kamar patali thi. Kulhe bade bade chaude the. Stan bade bade aur gol the. Jaisi ho vaisi, mere vaste vo pahali aurat thi. Is umar tak chhua to kya balig aurat ka badan dekha bhi nahin tha meine. Kesar ne jo mera chahera sahalaya aur kiss kiya ki turant mera lund khada ho kar chodane ko taiyaar ho gaya.

    Us ne mera hath pakad kar apane stan par rakh liya. Muze jyada sikhane ki jarurat nahin thi. Dono stan ko hathelion men liye meine daboch dale. Us ne mere munh par kiss ki. Meine fata fat choli ke hook khol diye aur nange stan tham liye. Stan ke bich do inch ki areola thi. Us ke bich aadha inch lambi nipples thi. Kesar ne mera chahera stan se lagaya. Meine nipple munh men li aur chusane laga. Thodi hi der men vo kafi garam ho gayi aur boli, “Kishor, tere chacha ke jane ke baad aaj pahali bar mein chudavane chali hun. Tere chacha ke siva meine kisi ke paas chudavaya nahin hai. Ye to achchha hai ki tu ghar ka aadami hai. Ab der mat kar.”

    Dikkat ye thi ki muze pata nahin tha ki kya karana. Haan, mein janata tha ki chudai men lund chut men dala jata hai lekin chut kahan aayi ? Meri ye samasya par vo has padi. Khud us ne lead liya. Mere pajama ki nadi khol kar andar hath dala aur mera tatar lund mutthi men pakad liya. Do char muth maar kar lund ko or kada banaya. Munh se si si karate hue vo zat pat pith ke bal let gayi . Ek haath men lund pakada hua tha, dusasre haath se ghaghari upar utha kar apane paanv pasare. Muze khinch kar upar le liya. Apane aap lund chut par dhar diya. Meine kabhi kisi ko choda nahin tha lekin vaise hi meine ek dhakka lagaya to pura lund chut men utar gaya. Kesar ke munh se aaaah nikal padi. Us ne apani tangen meri kamar par lipatai. Muz se ruka nahin gaya, mere kulhe hil pade, dhakke shuru ho gaye.. Garama garm gili chut men mera lund teji se aane jaane laga. Vo nitamb hila kar saath dene lagi. Us ne kaha, “Jara dhire dhire chod, mein bhaag jane vali nahin hun.” Lekin lund mera kaha manata nahin tha. Tej raftaar se chodane par mein jyada tika nahin. Das barah dhakke men mein zar pada. Us ne muze utar ne nahin diya. Vo boli, “Dar ne ki koi baat nahin hai. Aksar aisa hota hai ki pahali chudai men nav javan jaladi se zad jata hai. Lekin vo turant hi dusari baar chod sakata hai. Dekho, tumara lund abhi bhi tana hua hai, hai na ?”

    Vakai lund tatar hi tha. Us ne chut sikodkar lund dabocha. Lund jyada akad gaya.Meine fir se chodana shuru kar diya. Is baar har dhakke par sara lund men se aanand ka favara chhutane laga. Bis miute tak mein ruka nahin. Ek sarikhi teji se pura lund chut men daal nikal ke maine us ko choda. Kesar do baar zari. Aakhir mere lund ne dusari baar pichakari chhod di. Kiss karate hue vo boi, “Shabash, maja aaya na?”

    “Bahut maja aaya, chachi.”

    “Chal ab dkhen Randhir aur Kundan kya karaten hein.”

    Kapade pahan kar vo muze dusasre kamare men le gayi. Kamare ki dival par se ek picture us ne utara. Vahan ek badi surakh thi jis men se Randhir ka shayan khand saaf dikhata tha. Aakh laga kar pahale us ne dekha baad men meine dekha. Randhir aur Kundan dono palang par nange pade the aur nind men khoye hue the. Mein hat gaya. Kesar ne picture laga di aur ham chale gaye. Us ne kaha, “Chudai kar ke so gaye lagaten hein.”

    Mere kamare men aa kar meine Kesar ko fir ek bar choda. Vo bahut khush hui.

    Us din ke baad ji chahe tab Kesar muz se chudavati rahi. Ek Kundan thi jo khoyi khoyi rahati thi, udas rahati thi. Meine ne ek baar use puchha ki kya mamala hai. Vo sharamayi lekin kuchh boli nahin. Meine use nanga dekhi thi. Jab jab mein use milata tab tab meri najaren us ke kapade utar deti thi aur mera lund jagane lagata tha. Lekin aisi ladaki ko chodana mere nasib men kahan ? Un dino men to mein Kesar se hi khush tha.

    Ek saal bit gaya. Kesar aas lagaye baithi thi ki Kundan ko bachcha ho. Jab ye nahin hua tab doctor ki offices ki visit chalu ho gayi. Sab kisam ki jaanch karavayi Kundan par lekin sab normal aaya.

    Ek din Kesar muze akele men le gayi. Meine socha ki chudai hogi par aisa nahin hua. Pahad jaisi majboot Kesar us din fut fut kar ro padi. Meine aashvasan diya aur puchha ki kya baat hai.

    “Kishor, mein kya karun ye samaj men nahin aata. Aaj doctor Mehta ne saaf saaf bataya ki…ki…” vo fir se ro padi. Mein pani le aaya aur use pilaya aur bola, “Kya bataya Dr. Mehta ne ?”

    “Kishor, Randhir baap nahin ban sakata.”

    “Kyun ?”

    “Doctor ne bola ki us ko epilepsy naam ki badi bimari hai. Us ke marij namard hote hein. Itana hi nahin, aise marij tis saal se jiyada jinda nahin rahate. Doctor ne bataya ki Randhir ko bachcha ho bhi jaay to bachche ko bhi ye bimari jarur hogi. Haay, haay mein kya karun ? Itani jaydad, jamin, makan sab hote hue tere chacha ka naam mit jayega.”

    “Chachi, ham dusare doctor ko milenge.” Kahate hue meine use aalingan diya.

    “Koi fark nahin padega dusare doctor ko dikhane se. Mein koi raasta nikalungi.” Us ne kiss kiya aur boli, “Janata hai, Kishor, is sab zanzat men ek tu mera sahara hai ?”

    “Janata hun, ab baaten band.” Meine kiss karate hue kulhe sahalaye aur kapade upar ki or sarakaye.

    “Kishor, aaj pichhe se.”

    Vo char paanv ho gayi. Mera lund taiyar tha. Mein pichhe se chada aur ek dhakke se chut men lund ghused diya. Das minute ki achchhi chudai ho gayi. Dusare din Kesar ne kaha, “Kishor, meine Kundan se puchha hai. Randhir ne use choda nahin hai. Kundan abhi kamvari hai.”

    “To kya kiya jaay ab ?”

    “Ek raasta hai.”

    “Vo kya ?”

    “Tu Kundan ko chod aur bachcha paida kar. Koi nahin janega ki bachcha kis ka hai. Tere chacha ka naam rahega.” Meine kaha, “Ye to pap hoga, chachi. Mere chhote bhai ki bahu ko mein kaise chod sakun ?”

    “Pap kaisa ? Mahabharat ke Kuruvansh men sab bachche aise hi peida hue the na ? Pandu, Dhrutrashtra, Vidur aur un ke baad Paandav bhi. Mein tera sab karja maaf kar dungi aur upar se sau bhigha jamin dungi. Mere vaste aur tere chacha ke vaste tu itana karega na ?” Mein use gidgidati nahin dekh saka. Dusare, offer bhi lubhavani thi. Tisare, mere man ka shaytan Kundan ko chodane ke khayal se jaag utha.

    “Lekin Kundan ka kya ? Use puchha ?”

    “Kishor, vo bhi ma banane ko tarasati hai. Vo na nahin bolegi. Rahi chudavane ki baat. Ek bar tere lund ka svaad chakhegi to bar bar mangegi.”

    Meine offer svikar li. Kesar ne Kundan ko mana liya. Meine Kesar se kaha. “Is men jaldbaji nahin chalegi. Mein sambhal ke chodunga jis se Kundan ko aisa maja aaye ki vo bar bar chudavane taiyar ho jaay.” Kesar ne sab intejam kar liya. Meri ‘suhag raat’ aa gayi.

    “Kishor, subah tak ho sake itani jyada chodana.” Kah kar Kesar ne muze kamare men dhakel diya aur darvaja band kar diya.

    Kamara bada tha. Roshani kam thi lekin do paanch minute baad meri aankhen sub kuchh dekhane lagi. Kamare ki khidakiyan band thi, ek bathroom ka darvaja khula tha jahan se light aa rahi thi. Ek or bada sa palang tha. Palang par soya Randhir khurraten bhar raha tha. Dusari or chhota palang tha jis par Kundan baithi thi, ghaghari, choli aur sari pahane. Dulhan ki tarah vo saji hui to na thi lekin baithi thi vaise hi. Meine dekha to vo dar ki mari kaamp rahi thi. Ab aap hi bataayen ki aisi ladaki ko kaise choda jaay.

    Mein ja ke us ke paas beitha, Vo jara dur khisaki. Meine Randhir ki or ishara kar ke puchha, “Is ka kya?”

    Dhire se vo boli, “Davaiyan le kar so gayen hein har roj ki tarah. Kal subah uthenge.”

    Use gabharayi hui dekh meine dhire se kaha, “Kundan, teri musibat mein samajata hun. Tuze manjoor ho vo hi mein karunga. Tu na kahe to abhi mein chala jaaunga, muze bura nahin lagega.” Vo kuchh boli nahin.

    “Tu janati ho hamein kya karana hai aaj ?” Sharama ke us e nakhun kate aur najar nichi kar di. Sar hila kar ha kahi. Mein us ke paas saraka aur kandhe par haath rakh bola, “Sharama na nahin. Pahale ye batao ki Randhir ne tuze choda hai ya nahin.”

    Bina bole sar hila ke us ne na kahi.

    “Us ka maaina ye hua ki tum abhi bhi kumvari ho.”

    Sar hila ke ha.

    “Chodana kya hota hai vo janati ho na ?”

    Hathon se apana chahera chhupa ke fir se sar hila ke ha kahi.

    Meine dhire se us ke hath hataye to us ne aankhen mund li. Meine kaha. “Kundan, teri ye pahali chudai hai. Mein savadhani se chodunga fir bhi tuze kuchh dard to hoga hi, Janati ho na ? Munh se bol.”

    “Han.”

    Thaudi niche ungali rakh kar meine us ka chahera uthaya. Us ki aankhen abhi band thi. Hoth kaamp rahe the. Itane najuk hoth meine kabhi dekhe nahin the. Vaise hi meine mere hoth us ke hothon se chipaka liye. Pahale to kuchh hua nahin lekin do paanch second men us ke hoth hile aur muze itana mitha laga ki mein tut pada. Mere hothon se us ke hoth pakad kar mein chusane laga. Vo jara chhat patayi. Meine us ka sar pakad rakkha tha is liye chhut na saki. Meine meri jibh se us ke hoth tatole aur use khol kar jibh us ke munh men dali. Kundan ne apani jibh meri jibh se ladai. Jab meine jibh vapas li tab us ne mere sath vo hi harkat ki jo meine us ke sath ki thi. Us ke munh se mithi suvas aa rahi thi aur us ki jibh chusana muze bahut pyaara lagata tha. Aise mahol men muze hosh ayaa ki mera lund bhi tan ke khada ho gaya tha.

    Dono hathon se chahera pakad kar mein Kundan ka munh chumata raha. Shuru shuru men jo hat jane ki koshish kar rahi thi vo ab chumban karane dene lagi. Chumban chaalu rakhate hi meine use palang par leta diya aur mein bagal men let gaya. Mera ek hath ab us ke gale men dala hua tha aur dusara us ke sine par ja pahoncha. Us ne patale kapad ki tight choli pahani thi jo sari ke pallu se dhaki hui thi. Kapadon ke upar se hi meine stan ko chhua. Us ne meri kalai pakad li lekin mera hath hatane ki koshish nahin ki. Meine halake hath se kapadon ke aar paar stan sahalaya aur dhire se dabaya. Ek ke baad ek kar ke dono stnon ki khabar li meine. Kahan Kesar ke bade bade aur narm narm stan aur kahan Kundan ke chhote chhote aur kade stan. Javan ladaki ke stan sahalane ka ye mera pahala anubhav tha. Mein excite ho raha tha, mera lund maano fata ja raha tha. Vo bhi excite ho ne lagi thi aur jor jor se kiss karane lagi thi.

    Thodi der baad meine us ki sari ka pallu khinch nikala aur meri unagliyan choli ke hooks kholane lagi. Mera hath hatane ki thodi si koshish ki us ne. Lekin vo nakamayab rahi. Mein hook kholata gaya, vo muze kiss karati rahi. Sab ke sab hook khul jaane par meine choli hatai to us ne hathon se stan chhupa diye. Meine dhire se us ke hath hataye to kabutar ki jodi jaise khubsurat stan dikhai diye.

    Kya stan the us ke ! Bade aam ki size ke sampurn gol aur kathor. Mulayam chamadi makhmal jaisi chikani thi. Barabar madhy men chhoti si areola thi jo jara si ubhari hui thi. Areola ke bich kismis ke dane jaisi komal komal nipple thi. Dono nipples us vakt kadi ho gayi thi. Meine pahale ungalion ki nok se stan ko chhua aur sahalaya. Kundan ke badan par roen khade ho gaye. Stan ke bahari bhag se le kar meri ungaliyan nipple ki or chali. Jab vo areola tak pahonchi tab tak areola aur nipple dono kade ho gaye the. Meine nipple ko chipati me liya aur dabaya. Kundan ke munh se aah nikal gayi. Us ne panv bhi upar uthaye. Mein apane aap ko rok nahin saka. Pura stan hatheli men le kar meine jara jor se dabocha. Kundan siskariyan bharane lagi.

    Achchhi tarah se stan ke saath khilvad kar ke mera hath ab Kundan ke pet par utar aaya. Sari hata kar us ka sapat pet meine sahalaya. Ek ungali nabhi men dali tab Kundan kud padi aur boli, “Gudgudi hoti hai.” Pet par haath firate hue meine nipple munh men li aur chusane laga. Dhire dhire mera hath us ki bhos ki or jaane laga. Meine us ki sari nikal di aur choli bhi. Ab vo akeli ghaghari men rah gayi. Meine ghaghari ki nadi ko chhua to us ne jor se nadi pakad rakkhi, muze chhod ne nahin diya. Nadi chhode bina hi meine ungaliyan ghaghari andar dali aur zant se dhaki us ki mons par firayi. Mons par se bhos ki darar tak jana aasan tha. Meri unagali jaise darar men paithi ki turant clitoris ko chhu gayi. Kundan kud padi. Us ke panv or jyada uth gaye aur us ne mera hath pakad kar hata diya. Vo muze rok le is se pahae meine mera hath ghaghari men se nikala aur zat se nadi khinch kar khol dali. Dono hathon se Kundan ne ghaghari pakad rakkhi, utar ne nahin di. Tab meine us ke upar uthe hue ghuatano par hath rakh kar ghaghari upar saraka di. Resham ki bani ghaghari sarak kar us ki kamar tak chad gayi aur us ki bhos khuli hui.

    Kundan ki bhos balig thi lekin chhoti thi. Kale ghungharale zant mons aur bade hoth par lage hue the. Bade hoth mote the. Bich ki darar char inch lambi hogi. Excitement ki vajah se us vakt chhote hoth darar men se bahar nikal aaye the. Darar ke agale kone men ek inch lambi us ki clitoris thi jo us vakt lund ki tarah tatar aur moti bani hui thi. Clitoris ka chhota mattha chamak raha tha. Sari darar kam rs se gili gili ho gai thi.

    Sharm ki mari Kundan ne hatho se bhos dhakane ka prayatn kiya. Us ne paanv sikude aur muz se karavat badal gayi. Ab men us ki pith ki or ho gaya. Meine us ki pith sashalayi. Mere hath dhire dhire us ke nitamb par pahonche. Ghaghari ki nadi khuli to thi. Meine ghaghari utari to is vakt us ne virodh nahin kiya, kulhe utha kar sahakar diya. Kundan ke nitamb bhari aur chaude the. Us ki jaanghen bhari bhari aur gol gol thi. Chutad par se sarakate hue mere hath us ki jaanghon par gaye. Janghon bhich se bhos ko bhi chhua ja sakata tha. Meine ek ungali bhos ki darar men dali aur us ki yoni ka mukh tatola. Jaise ungali yoni men paithi vo fir kud padi aur pith ke bal ho gayi.

    Meine use kan men kaha, “Tu ne kabhi mard ka lund dekha hai?”

    “Han, un ka.” Randhir ka dekha hoga.

    “Laa tera hath, pakad ye,” kah ke meine pajama ke aar par mera lund us ke hath men tham diya. Pahale us ne ungalion se pakda jaise darati ho. Mere dikhane se baad men mutthi men liya. Lund ne thuamaka lagaya to us ne chhod diya.

    “Kya hua?” Meine puxhha.

    “Ye to hilata hai.” Vo boli.

    “Darana mat. Pakad fir se,” kah kar meine naadi khol pajama utar diya aur nanga lund us ke hath men tham diya. Meine dikhaya ki kaise mutthi men liye muth maari jati hai.

    Dhire se mere kan men boli, “Un ka aisa nahin hai.”

    “Kaisa hai ?”

    “Naram naram aur chhota sa.”

    “Aise khada nahin ho paya tha ?”

    “Na.”

    “Kaun sa pasand aaya tuze ?” Javab men us ne jor se mera lund dabocha. Tab muze taslli hui ki Kundan ka dar door ho gaya tha.

    Meri ungaliyan Kundan ki bhos men kho gayi thi. Charon or se bhos sahalane ke baad meine ek ungali yoni men dali. Ek inch nadar gayi aur zilli aate atak gayi. Ungali gol gol ghuma kar meine yoni ka munh chauda kiya aur dusari unagli bhi dali. Aise karate karate jab tin ungaliyan aasani se chut men jane lagi tab meine fir Kundan ko kan men kaha.”Kundan, ab time aa gaya hai lund lene ka. Jyada der karunga to mein bina chode zar jaunga. Lena hai na lund ?” Besharam ho kar vo mere kan men boli, “Han, han, lekin itana bada kaise andar jaayega ?”

    “Jaayega, ek baar thoda dard hoga lekin baad men khub maja aayega.”

    “Muze dar lag raha hai, dhire se dal na.”

    Meine use pith ke bal letaya. Us ne khud paanv chaude kaiye aur upar uthaye. Mein us ki jaanghon bich aa gaya. Bhos ko lund ke level men lane ke vaste ek takiya us ke nitamb ke niche rakhana pada. Kesar ki bhos ke bajay Kundan ki itani chhoti aur naajuk thi ki muze bhi shak hua ki Kundan lund le paayegi ya nahin. Baithe baithe hath men lund pakad kar meine mattha bhos ki darar men ragada. Jab clitoris ko chhua tab Kunddan ke kulhe hil pade. Lund ka mattha jab kam ras se ladbad ho gaya tab meine hole se chut ke munh men dala. Akela mattha andar gaya aur yoni patal aane par ruk gaya. Meine aage zuka aur akele matthe se chodane laga. Ek do bar mattha pura bahar nikal gaya to fir se lund pakad kar andar dalana pada. Paanch pandar dhakke baad yoni men sankochan ho ne laga.

    Meine kaha, “Kundan, pyari, jara bardast kar na.” Ek jordar dhakke se meine yoni patal toda aur aadha lund chut men ghus gaya. Kundan ke munh se chikh nikal padi.

    Kundan ki avaj se Randhir ne aankhen kholi. Dar ka maara mein sthir ho gaya. Randhir ne fir aankhen mund li aur karvat badal kar fir so gaya. Meine haathon ke bal addhar hua to dekha ki aankhen par apana hath rakkhe Kundadn muskura rahi thi. Meine hamare pet bich dekha to mera aadha lund chut se bahar tha aur us ki chhoti si bhos puri chaudi ho kar lund se chipak gayi thi. Meine kaha, “Kundan, dekh to jara mera lund bechara kaisa fasa hai.”

    Us ne sar utha ke dekha to dang rah gayi. Vo boli, “Baap re. Abhi itana bahar hai ? Fir dard hoga ?”

    “Na na ab dard nahin hoga. Tu dekhati ja, mein baki raha lund andar dalata hun.”

    Vo dekhati rahi aur ek sarikhe dabav se meine lund chut men utar diya. Us ki chhoti chut pura lund le saki is se mein tajjub rah gaya. Thodi der lund ko chut ki gaharai men dabaye rakhane ke baad meine bahar khincha. Lund ka mattha chut me raha tab mein ruka aur hole se fir andar dala. Jab muze tasalli hi ki Kundan ka dard kam ho gaya hai tab meine lambe dhakke se use chodana shuru kiya. Kesar ki chut chaudi thi, mere lund ko idhar udhar ghumane ki us men kafi jagah thi, mein use kaise bhi dhakke se chod sakata tha. Kundan ki chut tight thi aur mere lund ke saath chipaki hui thi. Muze savadhani se lund pelana padata tha. Kuchh pandrah bis dhakke ke baad chut jara chaudi hui aur mein teji se chod saka. Is dauran Kundan khub uttejit ho gayi thi, Mere gale men bahen dal kar muz se chipak gayi thi. Apane kulhe itane hilati thi ki ek do bar lund nikal pada. Meine kaha, “Kundan, itana kulhe mat hila. Kahin lag jaayega.” Siskariyon ke bich vo boli, “Mein nahin hilati, apane aap hil jate hein.”

    Ab meine us ke paanv sidhe kar diye. Do bhari jaanghen aur upar uthi hui mons, in tinon se ek khadda sa ban gaya tha jiske tal men us ki bhos thi Mera lund aath inch lamba hoga. Is position men keval do inch sarikha hi chut men ja paaya. Lekin lund ki disha badal jane se vo ab sidha clitoris ke sampark men aane laga. Do tin inch se jyada lund istemal nahin ho sakata tha lekin har dhakke ke saath clitoris ragadi ja rahi thi. Meine paanch saat ise dhakke lagaye ki Kundan zad padi. Orgasm ke vakt apane aap us ki jaanghen khul gayi aur upar uth gayi, nitamb bhi aise uthe ki mera lund pura chut men utar gaya. Fat fatafat, fat fatafat chut men fatake hue aur mera baandh bhi tut gaya. Aapo aap mein jor jor se dhakka dene laga. Mere lund se na jaane kitani pichakariyan chhuti. Kundan ki chhoti si chut men jagah kahan thi ? Dher sara viry chut se ubhar aaya. Viry chhutane ke baad bhi lund tana hua tha aur chut us ko daba rahi thi. Kundan ke badan men maano bijali ka current dod gaya. Tis second ka orgasm ke bad vo shithil ho kar dhal gayi.

    Meine use bath men liya aur ghuma to mein ninche aa gaya aur vo upar. Meine abhi lund nikala nahin tha. Vo mere badan par let rahi. Mein us ki pith sahalata raha. Us ne khud apana chahera utha kar French kiss kiya. Mere hath us ke chikane kulhe par fisal ne lage. Mera lund jara jara narm hone ja raha tha ki us ki yoni ne sankochan kiya. Lund fir se tatar ho ne laga. Kundan ne nitamb is tarah hilaye ki apani clitoris lund ke sath ghisane lagi. Meine kaha, “Kundan, teri chut ka ghav abhi hara hai. Dard nahin hota tuze jab tu chut sikodati ho tab ?”

    “Thoda sa hota hai lekin maja jyada aata hai. Tum ko maja nahin aata kya ?”

    “Aata hai, muze bhi maja aata hai. Tuze dard hove is ki fikar karata hun.”

    “Dard nahin hota, dekho” kahate hue us ne chut ke snayuon se lund dabaya. Dekhae dekhate men lund tan gaya. Meine kaha, “Tu upar hi rah. Nitamb utha gira kar apani maraji mutabik chod.” Us ne nitamb hilaye aur puchha, “Aise ? Aise ?”

    Lund ko pura chut men le kar kule gol gol ghuma kar Kundan muze chodane lagi. Thodi hi der men vo thak gayi aur dal padi. Bath men le kar mein fir ghuma aur upar aa gaya. Us ne jaanghen failayi aur paanv meri kamar par lipataye. Hole hole mein use chodane laga to vo boli, “Jaladi karo na.”

    Meine dhakke ki gaharai aur raftar badha di. Chutad uchhal uchhal kar vo lund lene lagi. Bis minitki chudai men vo do bar zadi. Aakhir meine bhi pichakari chhod di.

    Meine kaha, “Tu abhi leti rahe jis se sara vry chut se nikal na jaay. Mein chalata hun.” Kundan muz se lipat gayi aur boli, “Yahin so jao na, mere pahalu men.” Meri bhi yahi ichchha thi. Ek duje se lipat kar ham so gaye.

    Kariban paanch baje mein jaga. Kundan soyi thi. Nind men vo itani pyari agati thi. Use chhod ke jaane ko dil nahin hota tha. Jane se pahale meine kiss kiya to us ne aankhen kholi. Muskurake us ne kiss ka javab kiss se diya.

    Ab dekhiye lund ka jaadoo. Kal tak jo sharamati thi aur darati thi vo lund le ne ke baad besharm aur himmatvan ban gayi thi. Baith ke us ne loda hath men liya aur gaur se dekhane lagi.

    “Yahan to kala til hai.” Vakai mere lund ki topi par kala til tha hi.

    “Pasand aaya ? Tilvala lund ?” Meine puchha.

    Halai chapat laga kar vo boli, “Dhatt, kaisa puchhate ho.” Itani der men lund khada ho ne laga tha. Mutthi men liye use dabaya aur apana hoth kat kar boli, “Kishor, ek bar or chodo na jaane se pahale.”

    Mein kya karata ? Randhir abhi khurraten bhar rha tha. Kundan ne jnghen chaudi ki aur mein chad gaya. Us ki chut abhi bhi gili thi is se aasani se lund andar jaa saka. Fir bhi meine saavadhani se kam liya. Ek ungali se clitoris ko achchhi tarah ragada. Jab yoni men fatake shuru hue tab hi meine lund andar bahar karana chalu kiya. Hole hole ham ne bis minit ki majedar chudai ki. Aakhir mein apane kamare men chala gaya.

    Kesar ne muze dusare din haal puchha. Meine sab hakikat batayi. Vo khush hui aur boli, “Agali mahvari tak har roj chodana. Bhagavan kripa se us ke pet men garbh jam jaay.”

    Vo pandrah di meri jindagi ke sab se hasin din the. Din dauran Kundan muz se sharaayi rahati thi. Us ke chahere par ek kisam ki chamak aa gayi thi. Muskarate hue sarra din kuchh gunguna karati thi. Rat ko besharam ban kar chudavati thi. Meine har rat Kundan ko choda, kam se kam do baar.

    Kesar ki ichchha puri hui. Kundan ki mahvari nahin aayi, vo garbhavati hui. Kesar ne kaha, “Kishor, aaj se Kundan ki chudai band. Bachcha nikal aaye tab tak.”

    “Chachi, mein kahan jaaunga ? Meri shadi karava do.”

    “Arey thair, Itani jaldi bhi kya hai ? Mein jo hun na ? Chahe tab chale ana aur chod lena.”

    Dosto, nav mahinon tak muze Kundan se door rahana pada. Kesar ko chodata raha tha lekin Kundan ko chodane ke baad Kesar ab kuchh fikki si lagati thi. Pure mahinon baad Kundan ne ladake ko janam diya. Kesar ne badi dhaam dhum se utsav manaya aur mithaiyan baanti. Naam rakkha Aaditya. Mauka milane par mein Kundan ke paas daud gaya aur us par chumbanon ki barish barasa di.

    Kundan ne kaha,“Bilkul tum par pada hai.”

    “Kaise kah sakati ho ?” Meine pucha.

    “Ye dekho.” Vo boli.

    Meine dekha. Chhoti si nunni par kala til tha barabar jaise mere lode par tha. Meine Kudan ke stan chhue to us ne mera hath hata diya aur boli, “das din raah dekhani padegi. Baad men…..”

    Barason bit gaye hein. Ladake ka janm baad do saal men hi Randhir ne deh tyag diya. Darmiyan Kundan ko ek ladaki hui, Chandani. Dono bachchen meri ankhon ke sitare hein. Kesar ko stan ka cancer hua aur chhe mahinon men mar gayi. Vidhava Kundan sab jaydad ki malkin bani. Kesar ne muze jo jamin di thi vo meine vapas kar di. Ek saal rukane ke bad ham ne shadi kar li. Shadi ke baad sab se pahala kam ham dono ne ye kiya ki sari jaydad Aaditya aur Chandani ke naam kar di aur ham trustee ban gaye.

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