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I work at a corporation. One day, I was leaving my flat and saw my boss, who is a friendly man. When I saw him, he was happy as his car was in trouble. I offered him a ride on my bike. While I was starting my bike, I saw him waving to someone.

When I looked, it was his wife. She is much younger than he, around the mid-30s, a short, slightly chubby woman. She resembled an actress from the South.

Boss: “That’s my wife, Nithya. She is also from Kerala. You know.”

Me: “Wow, that’s nice to know that. Let’s go.”

That day I spent all the time thinking about her. To be honest, I didn’t do much that day except for thinking about her. I didn’t see the time as well. I was daydreaming about her. Suddenly, I heard a tap on the desk. It was my boss.

Boss: “Let’s finish work today and go home.”

Me: “I didn’t see the time, Sir. Let’s go.”

My boss was a chill guy. He doesn’t forcefully ask us to do overtime or force targets on us. When we reached the flat. My boss asked if I was coming to have a cup of tea as a thank you. I said OK. I wanted to see her once more. I didn’t want to waste the time.

Nithya opened the door. She was wearing a red blouse and a white saree. Her hair was wet. The hair had not dried enough. The hair made the saree wet just above her waist. I could see water droplets around her back as well. She is white in colour, and that made it more beautiful.

Nithya came in with a cup of coffee. My boss went in to change. Through her saree, I could see her cleavage when she kneeled to give me tea. I couldn’t resist looking at it. She saw me looking. At that moment, she smiled at me. I was shocked at the same time, aroused.

My boss walked in, and suddenly I took the glass and she went back to the kitchen. We chatted for a while, and later I went to my flat. The minute I entered my flat, I masturbated thinking about her. I know that my flat has a clear view of their kitchen and bedroom.

At night, I wanted to do something. Today, if I didn’t do something, the thing we had wouldn’t work, so I knew I had to do something. I waited, I was looking at their flat, and I saw her coming to the kitchen. I wanted her to see me. I also noticed that my boss was busy with the laptop in the bedroom.

She saw me looking and smiled. I waved at her. She looked shocked but waved back. I pointed my hand at the terrace. She asked why with her hand. I pleaded with my hand. She said ok.

I rushed to the terrace. At night, no one was allowed on the terrace. But I had connections with the watchman as we used to drink there sometimes. So he had given me a spare key. Nithya, at that time, had already changed into a nightdress.

Nithya slowly came to the terrace. When Nithya came, I pulled her in and closed the door.

Nithya: “What are you doing?”

Me: “I don’t know what I am doing. But I know you also want this.”

I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. She was shocked for a second. Then pushed me away. She stood there in shock for some time and said, “I will think about this, but not today. And promise me you don’t tell my husband. I don’t know what happened to me when you came. Don’t force me, please.”

I understood what she meant. I apologised, and she went back home. The next day, my boss was late to work. But came, I was afraid, but nothing happened. Since he was late to work, he stayed overtime. When I went to sign the register, my boss said, “Please tell my wife that I will be late for 2 hours.”

I nodded. When I got home, I changed my dress and looked at the watch. I still have about an hour and 15 minutes. I looked at the car park. My boss had not come yet. I walked to his flat. I rang the bell. Nithya opened the door. She looked at me in a naughty way, then asked, “What?”

Me: “He told me to say that he will be late for another hour.”

Nithya: “Want to come in. I have time to think. If you are coming in, don’t leave your chappal outside.”

I knew she was horny and had something to do with my boss being late. I obeyed her. She asked, “What do you like most about me?”

I looked at her eyes and closed the door. And kissed her eyes. Nithya, “What about my lips?” I kissed her lips.

Nithya, “I was about to take a shower before my husband comes.”

She walked into the bathroom. While walking, she removed her clothes one by one. I followed her. She turned on the shower. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her bareback. And pulled her chin behind and kissed her.

The water drips through our naked bodies. Her finger slipped between the wet folds of her flesh. She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing her already swollen nipple hard between two fingers. She was feeling the familiar electric ripples of pleasure racing through her as if wired directly to her pussy.

She moved slowly, her fingers tracing lazy circles around it, careful not to press too hard too soon in case she gave in to her physical needs. Passion and pleasure build inside me, overflowing from my motions into her.

We moan and gasp and cry out as our bodies move together. Fucking in the shower, our bodies moving with less control and restraint, more aligned with our desire. I grab her harder and lean into you, biting your shoulder as I stifle my own cry of pleasure, thrusting into her.

She felt my cock burst, and her body responded in kind. We make a hot and wet mess and stand there for a bit just catching our breath. She reached her hand back and ran it along my head. I kiss along her shoulder and up her neck, slowly planting more kisses on the side of your face before sliding out of her.

We looked each other in the eyes. We cleaned ourselves. Nithya said, “I thought about it, and we will have this once a month.” Only I walked out of the shower. Changed my dress. I agreed. But the desire of hearts made this into a regular affair. Stay tuned for more. Don’t forget to write to me.

Hi guys, this is the last and final part of the series. Hope you guys like it.

I came back to the room and Swathi wore a chudidar dress. It was skin fit and had deep neck cuts in front and back. Irfan and Nazeer were also with her in the room, and they were talking. I entered the room.

Me: Nice dress, Swathi. Where did you get it from?

Swathi: Irfan gifted this to me now.

Me: That’s good. This dress is good for you.

Swathi: Thank you.

Me: Ok, pack your stuff and let’s go… The cab is about to come.

Swathi: Harsha…. Irfan is asking us to stay here tonight.

Me: Stay here?? No way. They had fucked you enough for today. Come on, let’s go. I have office work to do.

Swathi: Not about sex, Harsha. He’s saying there are some fun programs tonight.

Me: No, Swathi… I have work to do… We have to go. The cab has arrived at our place.

Irfan: You can go, Harsha. I will take care of Swathi and her baby.

Me: What…? No way … come, Swathi, let’s go.

Irfan: Didn’t you hear me…. She will stay here … I will look after her safely. You can go now.

I got angry, looked at Swathi. She didn’t say anything, and I left the room, took the cab, and left the place. That night, I reached home at around 8 pm. Refreshed myself and called Swathi on her mobile. She didn’t answer. I was sure there was only one fun program, and that program is to exploit and fuck Swathi.

That night passed by, and the next morning, around 11 AM, I called her again, but there was still no response; she didn’t answer. Called Swathi multiple times, but no answer. Later in the evening, after sunset, I called to Irfan. He also didn’t answer my calls. After multiple calls, he answered my call.

Me: Hello, Irfan ( speaking with him on the phone).

Irfan: Yes, Harsha.

Me: Where is Swathi yaar….. She’s not even answering calls. You said you would drop her off last night. Till now, she’s not back home.

Irfan: Chill, Harsha…. she’s with us only…. Will drop her off tomorrow morning.

Me: Whatt…. Tomorrow again!!! No, please send her now.

Irfan: Not possible, Harsha.

Me: Can you pass the phone to Swathi once? I want to talk with her.

Irfan: She is busy in bed. You will relax and drop her off tomorrow morning.

Saying this, Irfan had cut the call.

The second morning, I was waiting for Swathi and her baby to come home. It’s past 10 AM, I called Swathi’s mobile…it was switched off. I called Irfan’s mobile, but no answer. Later in the afternoon, Irfan called me.

Me: Hello, Irfan, where are you guys…. You still didn’t drop Swathi and her baby.

Irfan: Relax, Harsha…. She’s inside the room.

Me: When will you send her?

Irfan: We will come in a couple of hours or so.

Irfan hung up the call. Two hours passed, and still no sign of them. I waited all evening, and later at 8 pm I called Irfan again.

Me: Irfan, will you come with her, or shall I come to that place?

Irfan: Harsha, I came back from that place. You can go and get Swathi from the function hall. We left her to the function hall workers.

I scolded Irfan with filthy bad words and cut the call. I called my friend, took his car, and went to the function hall. It was around 10:15 pm by the time I reached the location. The function hall was empty. I asked the people who were there about Swathi and her baby.

They said they don’t know. I went on searching all the resort rooms, as all were empty, and one room was locked. I knocked on the door, and a man without shorts opened it and peeped out and asked what I wanted. I pushed the door and went in to check if Swathi was there.

There she was on the bed with one man fucking her ass and one fucking her pussy. I don’t know if she was in consciousness or not. There were 7 men nude, and I think all fucked Swathi. One nude man covered himself with a towel and came towards me. I shouted at him, warned him, and went towards the bed.

Both men fucking Swathi, stopped and stood away from the bed. I shouted for everyone to get out of the room. All left the room. I went near Swathi, and she was full of cum all over. Her hair, face, boobs and no need to mention her pussy and ass as they were drenched with multiple men’s cum.

Her boobs and thighs were all with red bite marks (love bites).

I sprinkled water on Swathi’s face, and she opened her eyes. I helped her to stand up and walked her to the washroom. Made her Sir on a plastic chair and gave her a hot water bath. Got her back, dried her body. I gave her a saree, which she wore for the last 3 days back when we came here for the marriage.

She was unable to wear her pants and blouse. I helped her with her panties and blouse, and then petticoat and finally draped a saree. I took her bra and kept it in her handbag.

Seeing her weak condition, we stayed in the room for some time so that she could gain some energy. I went out of the room to get her something to eat. While I stepped out, two workers were waiting outside. As soon as I came out, they asked me if they could go inside now, if I were done fucking her.

I shouted at them and sent them away. I closed the room door and went out to get some food or snacks. Have to walk some distance to come out as no food or snack shop is available around the function hall area. Finally reached a shop and took some snacks, cool drinks and a water bottle and went back to the room.

I saw the door was slightly open. I opened and saw the two workers whom I scolded were inside. They lifted Swathi’s saree, removed her pallu and were fucking her ass and pussy in a standing position. Swathi was moaning. One guy from behind fucking her ass, holding her boobs for grip.

The other fucking her pussy, holding her head, and sucking her lips. Her blouse became wet due to milk leakage as the guy from back is pressing her boobs. I shouted at them. Hearing my loud voice, they both removed their dicks from Swathi’s ass and pussy.

They moved away from Swathi and quickly collected their clothes and left the room. I scolded Swathi for not stopping them. She relaxed and ate some food. After nearly one hour, I asked her if she was ok to travel, and she said yes. I carried her baby, and we went to my home in the car.

I allowed her to sleep in my house only, and she took complete rest for a day. The next day, her husband came, and she went to her house. Some 15 days later, her husband again went to Chennai.  I brought her to my home again. She was ok and recovered.

I asked how many men fucked her at Irfan’s cousin’s wedding. She literally counted all the men and said 21 men.

My mind was blown hearing the number. I thought for a while that she remembered every man who fucked her during the course of 3 days, which means she willingly got fucked. Later that night, I fucked her too with a condom. We both enjoyed it for a couple of weeks.

One day, I had to go to the office, and hence I was away from her for a couple of weeks again. One day, she called me and asked me to come to her house urgently. I went to her on a Friday evening. She said she missed her period for two straight months.

Me: So, is there any health problem?

Swathi: No, after the fucking session from Irfan’s cousin marriage, I didn’t have any sex without a condom, even with my husband, and you fucked me with condoms. So I doubt that I’m pregnant. The urine test result was positive.

Me: What! (I was shocked)

Swathi: Yes, I think I got pregnant as I was fucked without a condom those 3 days.

Swathi started to cry literally.

Me: Swathi, are you sure? Try to remember if you had sex with your husband before or after that function.

Swathi: No, Harsha, after that incident, I didn’t have any sex with my husband. He was under some job tension, so he didn’t fuck me, and before that function, he also didn’t do much sex…. Also, I got my period 3-4 days before Irfan’s cousin’s function.

Me: So, what shall we do now?

Swathi: I don’t know Harsha. My husband will kill me if he knows about this pregnancy.

Me: Relax, be cool.

Swathi: Please, Harsha, do something…. Please please

I called to Irfan and said the problem. Irfan said to bring her to their place and leave her with them as she was carrying one of their children inside. If I leave her at Irfan’s place, they won’t leave her without fucking. So I cut the call.

I remembered and called my gynaecologist friend, explained the situation, and asked about the possibility of removing her unwanted pregnancy. He said to come to his clinic, so we went the next day. After some tests, my friend said it’s simple to abort as it’s just in the starting stage.

The next day we went, and my friend completed the procedure. Swathi stayed in hospital for 2 days on my friend’s advice and got discharged after that. From that day, I warned Swathi to be very, very careful and not to get fucked like a street dog.

Swathi also resigned from her job, and I referred her to my company so that she can stay away from Irfan. From then on, Swathi didn’t get fucked by anyone except her husband and me. I somehow managed to get work from home for her in my company.

That’s the end, guys. She broke all the relationships with those Muslim guys and started to lead a peaceful life with her baby, husband, and sometimes with me whenever the opportunity came.

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I’m John (that’s my pen name), I’m 27, average build, from Kerala, but now living in Australia. Quick heads-up: don’t ask about the heroine’s details in this story – it’s private.

So, here we go!

I moved to Australia from Kerala a few months ago. While things were moving in the flow, one day my mom called me, told me that our neighbour’s daughter is moving to Australia in a week, and had shared my contact with them to help with the initial rebasing.

So, the next day, I got a ping on WhatsApp, it was Tresa aunty. Tresa is in her late 30s and isn’t very tall. She is about 5 feet 4 inches. She has a nice, plump, curvy figure. With extraordinary melon and cakes, her face is quite beautiful. She has small lips, delicate features, and brown eyes.

In short, she’s someone who made my mouth water every time I saw her.
We chatted daily to figure out the things related to her accommodation. She was relocating from a different state in Australia to the state where I’m currently residing.

We figured out the accommodation, and everything was set for their arrival. Out of the blue, while chatting, she asked for a photo of mine. I thought she saw me while I was in my teens, so I wanted to refresh her memory on my looks. I immediately shared a recent snap, and she replied, ‘Handsome hunk.’

I replied Thanks and was not having any other thoughts on her comment. Immediately, she asked about my relationship status as well. Things got carried away, and they moved in. She moved in with her husband and her daughter. We were in constant touch,

Since I lived alone, they used to invite me during most of the weekends for lunch or dinner, and we explored places in and around. She always used to compliment my DP and the status on Instagram. I considered everything as genuine comments until that day.

Once I saw her cleavage on a beach day, I felt like she was kinda intentionally exposing it more to me. But I didn’t react to it extensively; however, she caught me looking at it at times. One day, she called me with a sweet and seductive voice and said, “John, could you come help me with something?” I couldn’t turn that down because I wanted to spend time with her. I showed up at their house the next morning. Tresa took me to her backyard, where she had been trying to clean and reorganise the area. As we worked, she stood very close to me, and I was aware of her body occasionally touching me. When I felt my dick stirring in my pants, I knew I needed to move.

The backyard was in need of a sweep and was a jumble of overgrown bushes and scattered tools. Tresa started collecting stray branches after rolling up the sleeves of her blouse to show off her arms’ silky, golden skin. I worked next to her. She kinda flaunted. Her full breasts and the soft curve of her belly as the saree hugged her in all the right places. I tried to focus on my work, but the electricity between the two of us was increasing by the second as she bent down to pick up a flower pot that had fallen over. Tresa said softly, “You are doing a great job.”
My breath left my throat when her saree slipped just enough to give a glimpse of her juicy melons before the world sat still, and she slowly straightened back up, meeting my eyes. Despite knowing I was eyeing those assets, she didn’t look away.
After an hour of work, Tresa suggested they take a break. “Come, let’s go inside,” she said, wiping her hands on her saree. “I will make us tea.” I followed her, and even though the temperature difference between the warm backyard and the colder interior could not have been more stark, the tension only grew. Tresa filled the kettle in the kitchen, moving with a determination that fascinated me. She swayed slightly with each step, and her saree, which seemed to move on its own, slid further off her shoulder, revealing the inviting contour of her breast. My breath was short and shallow, and I could not stop myself from leaning on the counter, riveted with my eyes on her. There was a moment of silence when she turned toward me and our eyes met.

“John, have you ever pondered what it would be like… if things were different?” she said in a husky whisper. Her ambiguous words remained in the atmosphere. As she put the tea cups on the counter, I moved closer and brushed my hands against hers, tightening my throat.

“Tresa aunty—” I began, but she silenced me with a finger to my lips. I turned to face her, my eyes meeting hers. “Tresa aunty, you know I’ve always had a thing for you,” I said, my voice husky with desire.
She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. “Shh,” she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. “Don’t say anything.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing mine, and the world seemed to dissolve around us. My hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, as her fingers tangled in my hair. The kiss deepened, hungry and desperate, as if we both had been waiting for this moment for far too long. Tresa’s saree slipped further, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her blouse and petticoat. My hands roamed freely, tracing the curves of her body; my touch was so seductive.
She pulled away briefly, her chest heaving, and I began to unbutton her blouse. “Help me,” she whispered, and John’s fingers trembled as he undid the last few buttons. The fabric fell open, revealing her full, luscious breasts, her nipples tight with desire. I groaned, my mouth finding hers again as my hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently.

Tresa stepped back, her eyes smouldering, and began to unbuckle my belt. “The couch,” she breathed, leading me by the hand. Honestly, the whole thing felt surreal—like we’d slipped into some dream where thinking got tossed right out the window and our bodies just took over.

Tresa slid onto my lap, straddling me, her thighs gripping my hips, the pressure making my skin buzz. Her chest pressed into mine, warm and soft, and every move just drew us deeper into each other. My hands went down her back, fingers tracing the shape of her spine, tugging her closer because, hell, there wasn’t any space left, but it still wasn’t enough. Our lips crashed together again, more urgent than before, like we’d both forgotten how to breathe without each other.
I sucked and sucked the red-toothed aunt’s lovely lips. Aunty was feeling upbeat as well, licking her lips and using her blouse to hold both breasts. The fleshy, pale body was squeezed in all directions. I placed my hands on Aunty’s velvety buttocks and squeezed her tightly while kissing her lips all the way down to her neck.

Her body pressed against mine as she rocked towards me; her movements were purposeful. My hands found her petticoat and slid it down her legs, exposing her wet underwear. I hooked my fingers into the lace and pulled the strings of her petticoat.
All of a sudden, she pulled my pants down, and my penis popped out like a spring. I realised that the warmth of my aunt’s hand was pouring on my penis, and she slowly pulled back the foreskin…

Eventually, our chapped lips touched each other, and a spark spread from the foot upwards. She drew me around and continued to caress me a little. She moved towards my tool, I started to get a good mood, and Aunty’s mouth and lips completely swallowed my penis. I started with a little stroke to support her head job. Now that more than half of the cock is inside Aunty’s mouth, the warmth of it intoxicated me, and I pushed the waist slightly…

My cock was getting hotter… Aunty was getting a lot of support from my hips. Aunty’s pussy fell on my shoulder. Pluck, Pluck noise was all over the place.

I felt like I was up in the air… I felt like I wasn’t fast enough for Aunty.

I put her down… kept my penis in her mouth and started banging. My baby is now able to enjoy the beautiful mouth, lips, tongue and spit…

I supported my hands on the wall and increased the pace…… Any time my boy would explode in Aunty’s mouth, I picked up the pace again and continued… I held both hands on Aunty’s head, and as soon as I started putting it in my mouth, Aunty stopped moving her head, and I hit the speed.

Finally, my boy Tresa’s mouth with my love juices, and she drank the semen completely, and she said, ‘Oh, you are so smart…’

I removed that blouse, revealing her voluptuous melons wrapped in a red bra. It was 34 °C and in good shape. I didn’t wait to remove her bra; rather, I immersed myself into those melons quickly, I sucked them over the bra and did a boob job for some time. As the bra was not soaked in my sweat and saliva, I quickly undid her bra, revealing 2 coconut-sized white fat balls with grape-like juicy nipples. I pinched those nipples as I started sucking both of them like a baby.
I grabbed Aunty and squeezed her fat boobs, whose boobs were bigger than those in my hand… I got excited, I sucked Aunty’s lips in my mouth, and I was filled with all the excitement like a boy,
Oh… Please don’t hurt… She said… I pressed my lips between her breasts and lowered my mouth… She pressed her breasts against my chest, kissed my lips, and with one hand, she squeezed my cock.
I held her close.
Aunty wrapped her arms around me and let her tongue glide down my chest… planted a kiss on my stomach… moved down to my waist and then pulled my pants off, revealing my cock, which was already swollen. It sprang out like a king cobra ready to strike… T
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

I noticed Aunty’s hand was radiating heat onto my cock as she slowly pulled the skin back… doing it two or three times… her hand’s sweat was on my cock. She took it into her mouth, moved her head, and swallowed it. My little guy was enjoying the bliss of her warm mouth.

Aunty stood up and took off her red panties.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh, it was a clean-shaven, juicy pink paradise… she practically drained the water from my throat as she removed her panties.

As Aunty lay on the bed… I climbed on top of her, sucking on her breasts and kissing the sides of her neck, while Aunty tilted her head to the side and half-closed her eyes in pleasure.
The front of Aunty’s neck was her sensitive spot, where the movement of my lips made her feel increasingly horny. I kissed her starting from the top of her head, trailing my lips down through her breasts and into the middle of her soft belly.

Huh…. Ohhhhh… up in the bed.

I began licking her from top to bottom… I bit her thighs without even glancing at her. When I kissed her vertical pink lips, she arched like a bow.
She seemed unfazed. I continued kissing and licking my aunt’s pussy.
The dance of my tongue and lips commenced… The sweet, thick liquid began to melt like butter. I sucked on her pussy as if I were drinking water…
Ohh…. Ohhhh… Aunty lay back and lifted her legs into the air… I placed one finger on Aunty’s pussy.
Oh….. Dude… good…
Once or twice, I put my finger in my mouth and rubbed it on my little finger, like an Aunty’s lubricant. I held onto Aunty’s soft thighs, positioned my feet well inside, and slid out the red-tipped cunt.
Shhh…. Oh…. Mum…..
Aunty got up and tied her loose hair into a bun.
I wrapped my arms around Aunty’s back, held her breasts, and kissed her neck… I discovered Aunty’s sensitive spot with one finger.

Ohh…. Ohhhh…. Johnnnn…

Aunty placed a hand on my back and played with my hair…

I sucked on her breasts, which were too big for my hands. Aunty squeezed as if she was enveloping my whole body with her breasts.

With one finger from my other hand, I gently circled her vaginal lips. Ahhh, aaaaah. She moaned loudly.

I began sucking her breasts and moving my fingers quickly… Aunty bit my lips and stood close to my body.

I pushed Aunty onto the bed and positioned my feet well inside… I pressed my face into the pink paradise that was still dripping with love juices.

Aunty lifted her waist and pressed it firmly against my face.

I opened the lid and sucked the lump with my tongue, licking up the juices flowing from her vagina and drinking them.
Unable to hold back, Aunty lifted her waist and pulled me on top of her… she embraced me and kissed me… she grabbed me and pushed me beneath her… when Aunty got up, I noticed water flowing like a stream from the lock.
I inserted my cock into their asshole.
Ohhhh…. Da…. Ohhhh, not that today, please! She requested.
Aunty had gone to the cowgirl position. Aunty wrapped her pussy around the outside of my bed. Bending her arms on her chest, she took my cock and inserted it into her vagina, holding her legs tightly and moving her arms quickly.

Aunty squeezed my lips, placed my hands over her melons and wrapped the skin of her pussy around my cock.

Oh… Aunty… Aunty was going non-stop… The sound of the pluck pluck echoed throughout the place… I was thrilled. I held Aunty tightly, flipped her over, and put her beneath me, and during that turn, my cock slipped out of the pussy.

She took my dick and directed it towards her pussy. I didn’t need any instructions on this. I slid my wet dick into Tresa’s welcoming pussy. I lay down on top of her and began to kiss her while I fucked her. She sucked on my tongue when I pushed it into her mouth.

She grabbed my ass and squeezed it as I fucked her. She slid her hands all over my back and grabbed my hair. “Oh, John. Fuck me harder. Pound your cock into my cunt. Harder. Harder. YES!”
I was sweating now, and it was dripping down on Tresa. Her legs would sometimes be flailing in the air, sometimes wrapped around my waist.
Tresa began to gasp and pant.
“Oh, John. I’m going to cum. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh God. I’m cumming. Fuck.”
I could feel Tresa’s cunt squeezing my dick as she came, and it got me going, too.
“Oh, Tresa. I’m going to cum, too.”
“Yes, John. Cum in my cunt. Fill me up with your cum. Do it, John. Cum for me.”
My cock erupted and shot my love juice deep in Tresa’s cunt. We were both panting for all, and it was worth it. I collapsed on her.

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Hi guys,

I am a final-year student at an engineering college pursuing Computer Science and Engineering.

One day, a friend of mine — a girl — invited me to her house for a weekend. I thought there was a function at her house, so I went there alone.

I arrived at her home around 8 am. She told me that her friends were coming. Around 9 am, four of her friends arrived, and her parents weren’t at home. She said they had gone to the temple the previous day and would return the next day.

Me: “Ok. Why did you invite me to your house? Is there any function?”

Ramya: “No. I invited you to have some fun.”

Me: “I don’t understand.”

Ramya: “You will soon.” (All her friends laughed)

I thought something weird was going to happen because I was the only boy in the house, and all the others were girls. I started feeling nervous. I thought we were going to play truth or dare.

Radha: “Why are you nervous? Usually, on the weekend, we watch some web series. I don’t know why she invited you this weekend.”

Shreya: “I think this weekend is going to be more fun with the hottest boy of the class.”

Ramya: “We are going to play some strip game.”

Everybody was so excited. I too was excited because I thought I was going to see all these class girls naked that day. I agreed to play.

Ramya chose the dice game and asked whether it was okay for me or not. I thought it was a simple game. And there were a total five people, so somehow one of the girls got to be stripped.

She said, “Boys vs. Girls.”

Radha: “We all will get a chance to roll the dice. If you don’t get higher than all five girls, you have to strip a piece of clothing; otherwise, we all five girls will strip a piece of clothing.”

Ramya: “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Me, who was just excited to play, said yes, and the game started.

First, I had to roll the dice, and then the five girls would take their turn. If any one of the girls got higher, I would have to strip.

I rolled the dice and got four. Ramya took the dice and rolled, and she got 6. I had to strip my shirt.

Then I was shirtless, and the next round started. I rolled the dice and got 6. I was so happy that this time they had to strip. I was so excited to see them in their bras.

Ramya rolled and got four. Radha rolled and got 2. Shreya rolled and got 3. Subha rolled and got 1. Finally, Pooja rolled and got 3. I shouted happily.

Then all five girls removed their t-shirts, and they were in their bras. Radha had the best cleavage of all of them.

Then the third round started, and I rolled the dice and got 6 again. I was so happy again and thought I was going to see them in their panties.

The girls took their turn. Ramya got 5, Radha got 4, Shreya got 3, Subha got 2, and finally, they were counting on Pooja. Pooja prayed to all the gods and rolled, and she got 6. Oh my God!

According to the rules, I should get higher, or else I should have to strip. The girls were so happy that they won this round.

I had to remove my pants, and I was in my underwear. At this point, I had an underwear and a pair of socks on my legs.

The fourth round started. I lost hope because even if I got 6, one of the girls getting 6 had a higher probability. I got 5, and Ramya got 6.

Everybody thought I was going to remove my socks. But to their surprise, I stood up and removed my underwear. Some laughed at my small dick, and some had a weird face.

Radha laughed and said, “OMG! You are damn hot.”

I covered my dick with my hands and sat down. But my dick started to erect due to shyness.

The fifth round started, and I lost. I had to remove the left sock. In the sixth round, I lost my right sock, and I was completely naked in the final round.

Everyone started laughing, and I got embarrassed and wanted to take revenge.

Radha: “What a hot body he has!”

Ramya: “What a small dick! Hahaha.”

Shreya: “You lost… so you have to stay naked all day.”

I was so embarrassed and thought I could take revenge on them by inviting them to another game. I asked for another game.

Radha agreed, but Shreya said, “He doesn’t have a piece of clothing, so how will he play?”

Ramya said, “If he loses, he will run naked before the girls’ hostel tomorrow night.”

I was scared that if I didn’t win, every junior girl in the college would see me naked. I had to think twice before accepting the challenge because the risk was higher.

I decided to accept but put a condition that if they lost, I would fuck Ramya. Ramya accepted the condition.

They had the right to choose the game. Ramya chose chess because Radha is a 2100+ rated player, and she believed her more that she would win.

I was shit scared because I was just a 1600 rated player. I would know for sure that I would lose the game and would have to run naked in front of all those girls.

We started playing. As I guessed, she was showing her skills, and due to fear and her awesome play, I started to lose pieces one by one.

Then she took my queen. I came to the decision that I would be ashamed tomorrow no matter what.

Suddenly, Radha deliberately started losing her position. I don’t know why, but I could see that she wanted me to win.

Soon I got an advantageous position. Ramya was a bit tense because she would be the one who would get fucked by me.

Radha just said, “He is brilliant.”

Ramya couldn’t digest that Radha was losing. Finally, I won.

Ramya yelled at Radha. Radha said, “He is too brilliant to defeat.”

Ramya had no option. She accepted the defeat and started stripping.

“OMG! Am I going to fuck Ramya in front of these girls?” I thought to myself.

I couldn’t believe myself. Ramya stripped her bra and panties, and she was naked at that point.

I said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

She said, “A deal is a deal.”

Soon, I stood up and went near her, but I was shy because everybody was watching. Then, I took my dick and inserted it inside her vagina and started fucking her. I held her hair and fucked her hard in front of the other girls.

Ramya felt embarrassed. Seriously, that is the best feeling I ever had in my entire life. Ramya looked like a whore to me and to others. I fucked her harder, and she moaned and enjoyed it.

At the end of the day, we came out of the house and started heading towards our home.

But I was curious why Radha had let me win and fuck Ramya.

I followed Radha and asked her when she was alone on the way.

Radha: “I didn’t do it for you. I did it for Shreya.”

Me: “Wait, what? Why?”

Radha: “Let’s just say you are not the only one who wanted revenge.”

Me: “Wow. May I know why?”

Radha: “A few months ago, we went on a trip to a hill station. We were bathing in a waterfall. Shreya was in a skirt, and Ramya stripped her naked in front of many boys. She ran naked to the clothing place and got embarrassed. Shreya is my close friend, so I was waiting for a good chance to take revenge on that bitch, and today because of you, I got it.”

Me: “Thank you so much. First time in my life, I fucked a girl.”

Maine dheere se Anuradha mausi ka top utara aur bra ko hata kar uske chote, golaakar boobs ko azaad kar diya. Mausi halki si siski bharte hue, uske hatho ko apne boob par mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Maine pehle uske boobs ko sehlana shuru kiya, phir dheere-dheere unhe masalne laga. Mausi ke muh se halki-halki aah nikal rahi thi.

“Harish… dheere… koi sun na le,” Mausi ne fusfusaya.

Maine uski baat sunkar aur bhi tezi se uske boobs dabane shuru kar diye. Maine ek haath se nipples ko masalta aur doosre se poore boob ko dabata. Mausi ne jism par jaise ek naya ehsaas mehsoos kiya. Uski aankhein bandh ho gayi aur wo mere jism ko kas kar pakad li.

Ab mera haath dheere-dheere mausi ki kamar se neeche, uski jeans ki zip par chala gaya. Mausi ne mere haath ko pakda, “Harish… ye theek nahi hain.”

Par maine uske haath ko hata kar uski jeans ki zip kholne laga. “Mausi, tum bhi to yehi chahti ho,” maine jawab mein kaha.

Zip kholne ke baad maine apna haath uski panty ke upar rakha. Maine Mausi ki gaand ko bhi sehlana shuru kiya. Mausi ka poora jism garam ho chuka tha aur wo mere har sparsh ka aanand le rahi thi. Maine uski panty ke upar se hi uski chut ko ragadna shuru kiya. Mausi ki saanse tez ho gayi.

Maine dheere se uski panty niche sarka di. Mausi ne halki si awaaz ki. Ab mera lund poori tarah se taan chuka tha. Maine dheere-dheere apne lund ko mausi ki chut se ragadna shuru kiya. Mausi ko maza aane laga.

“Harish… andar dhaal do na… please,” Mausi ne dheere se kaha.

Maine pehle uski chut ke hothon ko failaya aur phir maine apne lund ka supada uski chut ke ched par rakha. Mausi ne pehle hi uski patli aur gili chut ko mere lund ke liye taiyaar kar liya tha.

Maine jaise hi lund ko andar dhaala, Mausi ne ek tez ‘aah’ bhari aur usne mere peeth par naakhun dhaal diye. Maine poora lund ek hi jhatke mein andar dhaal diya.

Anuradha dard se cheekh padi, par maine uska muh bandh kar diya. Mera lund andar jaate hi mausi ki chut se khoon nikalne laga. Uski seal toot chuki thi.

Mausi ki aankhon se aansu nikal rahe the. Wo abhi bhi dard mein thi, par main rukne wala nahi tha. Maine ek-ek jhatka lagana shuru kiya. Mausi ne mujhe rokne ki koshish ki, par maine uski baat nahi maani.

“Mausi, dard to hoga hi… yehi to maza hain,” maine kaha aur ek aur tez jhatka lagaya.

Mausi ka dard abb dheere-dheere maze mein badal raha tha. Wo abb mere har jhatke ka aanand le rahi thi. Usne bhi mujhe apne aap se kas kar chipka liya.

“Harish… aur tez… aur tez karo,” Mausi ne ‘aah’ bharte hue kaha.

Maine apni raftaar badha di. Hamara jism abb ek dusre mein ghul chuka tha. Mausi ne apni gaand utha di. Wo jhadne waali thi. Maine bhi apne jhatke tez kar diye.

“Aah… Harish… main… main jhad rahi hu,” mausi ne kaha.

Maine apne lund ko uski chut mein poora andar tak dhaal diya aur jhad gaya. Mausi bhi jhad chuki thi. Dono haanf rahe the.

Maine apna lund uski chut se bahar nikaal liya aur mausi ke upar let gaya. Mausi ne mujhe kas kar gale laga liya.

“Harish… ye… ye kya kiya tumne!?” Mausi ne dard aur maze se bhari awaaz mein kaha.

“Mausi… abb main tumhara hu aur tum meri,” maine jawab diya aur use hontho par ek kiss de diya.

Ab hum dono ek doosre ke jism se chipke hue the. Mausi ne mujhe aur bhi zor se gale laga liya. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Harish… mujhe phir se tumse chudwana hain!”

Maine muskuraate hue uski aankhon mein dekha.

“Mausi, hamara rishta abb ek naye mod par aa chuka hain,” maine kaha.

Dono ne ek doosre ko dekha aur muskuraye. Hum dono jante the ki ye rishta abb aur bhi gehra hone wala tha.

Doston, jab hum dono ek doosre se lipat kar soye, to jaise hum dono ko hi jannat mil gayi thi. Agli subah jab meri aankh khuli, to dekha ki mausi mere paas hi so rahi thi.

Unka chehra ekdum shaant aur masoom lag raha tha. Unke hoth halke se khule the, jaise abhi bhi wo raat ke palon ko yaad kar rahi ho. Mujhe unke chehre pe ek muskaan dikhi, jisse mujhe pata chal gaya ki wo bhi is rishte se khush thi.

Dheere se maine unko hilaya, “Mausi… uth jao, subah ho gayi hain.”

Unki aankh khuli, aur unhone mujhe dekha. Unke chehre par ek sharam aur hansi thi.

“Harish… ye… ye kya kiya tumne?” unhone fusfusate hue kaha.

Maine muskuraya, aur unke gaal par ek kiss kar diya.

“Jo aapne chaha, mausi,” maine jawab diya.

Mausi ne apni aankhein bandh kar li aur ek gehri saans li.

“Mujhe pata nahi tha ki mujhe itna maza aayega,” unhone kaha. “Lekin abb mujhe tumhari aadat ho gayi hain.”

Hum dono dheere se uthe aur apne bed theek kar diye, taki kisi ko shaq na ho. Niche aane ke baad, sab ne hum dono ko ek sath dekha, aur unhone poocha, “Mausi, tumhare haath mein kya hua?”

Mausi ne dekha ki uske haath par mere nakhun ke nishaan the, jo raat ko galti se lag gaye the.

“Kuch nahi… raat ko machchar ne kaat liya tha,” mausi ne jawab diya. Sab ne uski baat maan li, par main aur mausi dono muskuraye.

Din bhar hum dono ek doosre se chori-chori aankhein milate rahe. Jab bhi koi hum dono ko dekhta, to hum dono apni nazar hata lete the. Mujhe mausi ka saath achha lag raha tha. Fir main shaam ko mausi se akele mein mila.

“Mausi, humein aage bhi aise hi milna hain, par humein mauka nahi milta,” maine kaha.

“Harish… mujhe bhi tumhara saath pasand hain, par humein koi aisi jagah chahiye jaha koi na ho,” mausi ne jawab diya.

Hum dono ne socha aur phir maine ek plan banaya, “Mausi… kal dopahar ko mummy ko shopping karne bhej do. Main bhi chalta hu… aur hum dono waha se shopping karne ka bahana bana kar nikal jaate hain.”

Mausi ne meri baat maan li aur agle din dopahar ko mummy ko shopping karne bhej diya. Main bhi unke sath chala gaya. Shopping karte-karte hum dono ek doosre se dur ho gaye. Aur hum dono ne apni gaadi pakdi, aur seedhe ghar mein hi chale gaye.

Maine sab ko bataya ki hum shopping karne jaa rahe hain. Par hum ghar mein hi chori-chori milte rahe.

Ghar mein hum dono ek kamre mein chale gaye aur maine darwaza lock kar diya. Mausi ne mujhe kas kar gale lagaya aur mere hontho ko choomne lagi.

“Harish… mujhe tumhari bahut zaroorat hain,” unhone kaha.

Maine mausi ko bed par litaya aur unke hontho ko choosna shuru kar diya. Hum dono ne ek doosre ko poori tarah se nichod liya tha. Fir maine unka top utara aur bra ko hata kar unke boobs ko choosna shuru kar diya.

Wo ‘umm umm’ moaning kar rahi thi. Main unke boobs ko zor-zor se daba raha tha. Mausi ne mere lund ko dekha aur boli, “Harish… tumhara lund to bahut bada hain. Main isse kaise jhel paungi?”

“Mausi… aaj main tumhe itna maza dunga ki tum kabhi bhool nahi paogi,” maine jawab diya.

Maine unki panty utari aur unki chut ko dekha. Wo bilkul gili ho gayi thi. Maine apna lund unki chut ke ched par rakha aur dheere-dheere andar dhaal diya.

Anuradha dard se cheekh padi, par main rukne wala nahi tha. Maine ek hi jhatke mein poora lund unki chut mein dhaal diya.

Anuradha ki aankhon se aansu nikal rahe the, par wo abb dard se zyada maze mein thi. Maine unhe ek aur jhatka lagaya, aur wo bhi moaning karne lagi.

Hum dono ek doosre ko poori tarah se bhool chuke the. Maine apni raftaar badha di, aur unko zor-zor se chodne laga.

“Aah… Harish… main… main jhad rahi hu,” mausi ne kaha.

Maine apne lund ko uski chut mein poora andar tak dhaal diya aur jhad gaya. Anuradha bhi jhad chuki thi. Hum dono haanf rahe the.

*****

Doston, is kahani ka agla hissa main agli baar bataunga. Par tab tak ke liye ye soch kar lund hilao, ki maine apni mausi ko kaise choda.

Following the previous part, I am just going to cut to the end.

So, this affair continued for years, we used to sneak around, blowjobs and fingering in the car, on the side of the road. The excitement of getting caught would give us a new high. We also had some private moments, but not many.

During this period, both of us had also changed jobs, so it was getting tough to get together, with work and family pressure. These created some tense situations, and we would say that we should break up. We would try to stay away from each other.

But in a few days, one of us would relent, and we would be back together again. But one day, we just had a dry hump session in the car. We had a serious talk and decided that this needs to end. We thought we would get together for one last time, make one final memory, and end the affair.

So, we had fixed a date and I had booked a hotel room within the city. To our families, we were travelling out of the city for the night for business.

So, I went to the hotel and checked into the room. I didn’t want the hotel to have records of me staying with another person. So I had asked P to come to the restaurant, where we had dinner. From there, I sneaked her up to the room.

Once we entered the room, she went into the washroom to shower and change. I was making the room ready for her to come out. I had brought a couple of candles. Before I could light the candles, P called from the bathroom asking for a towel.

I picked the one on the bed and headed to the bathroom. I did not enter and pushed the towel through the door. But she asked me to come inside. When I entered, what I saw was a vision to behold. The room was a little steamy, and there was condensation on the bathroom glass.

I could see the naked outline of her body. I could make out the water flowing down her from the shower. I opened the glass door and saw her lathering herself. The water from the shower was moving down her body. I moved closer to her. The steam from the shower was rising up, and so was my desire for her.

I entered the shower behind her and wrapped my hands around her. She turned around and smiled. While she was naked, I still had my clothes on, which were getting drenched. She started to undress me. She would open the button of my shirt and then place a kiss on my skin that she exposed.

The water was running down my skin. She unbuckled my belt and removed my trousers and my briefs. The wet clothes were on the floor of the bathroom, while we continued to explore each other in the shower. I took some soap in my hands and started soaping her up.

When I tried to grab her boobs, the soap in my hands made them slippery. It was tough for me to hold on. they would keep escaping me. In the meantime, she started rubbing herself against me. The two wet bodies are rubbing against each other, kissing and trying to latch on to each other.

My desire was at its peak, and she could feel it against her inner thighs. She brought her thighs closer to grip me between them. She moved her hand down to grip me and started to move it back and forth. Because of the soap, her movement was easy, unrestricted. She started to play with my balls.

I wanted to make her feel something different. I could feel her breasts moving up and down against my chest, while her hand was moving on my dick. I was reaching the peak, and I didn’t want to come this soon, so I stopped her and turned her around.

I started kissing her back, trailing down, biting, licking every drop of water. she was leaning back into me. I went down her back, and when I came to her buttocks, I took a slight bite, which made her scream a little. She immediately turned back towards me. She pulled me up and started to kiss me desperately.

I moved my hands to her buttocks and lifted her, while she wrapped herself around me. I was kneading her buttocks when my finger lightly touched her asshole. It made her gasp into my mouth. This gave me the green light, and I used my finger to massage her hole lightly.

The touch of my finger the second time made her jump a little. Her grip around me got tighter. I continued to increase the pressure of my finger, and then it happened. The tip of my finger entered her bum hole. By now, she was biting on my neck, unable to control herself.

With her wrapped around me, I moved from the bathroom to the bed. All through the way, my dick was near her pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from there. I put her on the bed, and I started to eat her. My tongue was making circles around her clit.

The tip of my finger was still playing inside her ass. She was pushing my head into her, with her legs on my shoulders, pulling me in. She was on the verge of cumming, and I wanted her to come around me. So, I moved up and lined myself up to her entrance and gave a small push.

I entered her hot and wet pussy. Her wetness helped me slide into her, and with a couple of pushes, I was fully inside her. I was looking at her. Her eyes were closed. Her face turned to one side. One of her legs was resting on my shoulder, while the other was around my waist.

Her hands were on my buttocks, pushing me deeper into her. She was directing the speed of my movements in and out of her. In a couple of minutes, I could feel the wetness increase around me. The walls of her pussy were gripping my dick.

With a few shudders, she orgasmed. I was still hard and far from my orgasm. I stood there still inside her, feeling her contractions. They slowed down after some time. A thought crossed my mind at that point, when she had recovered a little, I pulled myself out of her.

I made her sit on the edge of the bed. I stood in front of her with my dick covered in her juices, close to her mouth. She understood, opened her mouth, and started licking the juices on my liquid. She started kissing my dick from the bottom of the shaft.

When she reached the top, she took the tip and started sucking it between her lips. With slow movements of her head, she started taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I was holding onto her hair so that it wouldn’t fall on her face. I had a clear view of my dick going in and out of her mouth.

In between, she would look into my eyes and give me a wink. Oh, God, that felt heavenly. While she couldn’t take me fully into her mouth, I could feel the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat. I was ready to explode and started increasing the rhythm, and she was matching them.

I could feel myself expanding in her mouth and released myself. She continued to suck me till there was no more cum left, and then she stood up and pulled me down towards her, planting a kiss. It was kinky. The kiss had a mix of her saliva and my cum.

She used her tongue to push into my mouth, which I accepted. I was spent, and so was she. We needed a break. We cuddled for a little while and drifted off to sleep. After some time, I woke up to find her resting with her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breast pressing against the side of my chest.

I rolled her over to her back and started sucking on her nipples. She started to squirm a little when I moved my hand to her pussy. In no time, she was wet. I continued to play with her, biting her, licking her and fingering her. She continued to squirm under me.

I started biting her ears and leaving small hickey marks near her shoulders, close to the armpit. She had her arms around me, and suddenly, she rolled me over. She was on top of me now. She was sitting on my stomach, straight. I tried to push myself up, but she pushed me back down. “Don’t move,” she said.

She put one of her hands on my chest and started playing with my chest hairs and the nipples. She reached behind her with the other hand and took hold of my dick. Her grip was not very tight, but she had a good hold of me. I could feel myself growing in her hand.

She started moving her hand up and down the length of my dick, while I started pinching her nipples. Every time I squeezed one of her nipples, she would squeeze the tip of my dick between her thumb and forefinger. She continued for some time.

Then she leaned to the side and took a condom from the back of the bed. She took the condom out of the wrapper and placed it in her mouth. She positioned her mouth above my dick and put the condom on the tip. One of her hands was gripping the base of my dick tightly.

This made my dick go stiffer and straighter. She then started unrolling the condom along the length of my dick. She used her lips to cover the top part and the tongue, and her hands to roll it down the length of my shaft. Then she got up and brought my dick to her pussy and guided it inside her.

I could see myself slowly disappearing into her. She was slow in her movements. I was trying to push myself into her. But she looked at me with an expression in her eyes that said I am in control, and you better listen to me. She took her time to take me inside her fully.

Once I was inside her, she stayed there like that for a few moments before she started moving herself. It was not an up-and-down movement, but a back-and-forth. She started slowly. Her hands were on my chest. Her rhythm was slow in the beginning, but quickly picked up speed.

She was digging her nails into my chest. I was running my hands all over her face, and she took my fingers in her mouth, sucking on them. Rolling her tongue around them. Her back was arched, and I could see her boobs jutting forward. I pulled her down over me and took her boobs in my mouth.

I rolled her over and pulled myself out of her. She was underneath me. We had sex in the missionary position so many times. So, I pushed myself out of bed and pulled her to the edge, and turned her over again. I made her stand on all fours and entered her from behind.

I had a strong grip of her waist as I continued to move in and out of her. After a few strokes, I asked her to bend forward in such a way that her ass was sticking up and her face was resting on the bed.

When I started pushing into her in this position, she started screaming, “Oh yes. This is so much deeper.” I continued to push myself deeper into her. She was moving her ass back to meet me, to get me to go deeper. I could feel my legs shaking.

I could feel ready to explode. In a few instants, I was releasing my cum in her, as I fell on top of her. When I moved out of her place, I could hear a slight popping sound. We did not let the night go to waste and had sex with each other a couple of more times.

We did not want the morning to come, as that meant the end of the affair. But the morning did come, and it was time for us to say our final goodbyes. There were some tears, unsure if we will meet each other again.

After that day, we continued to exchange messages for a few days. But the duration of those messages became longer and longer, till one day they completely stopped.

There still continues to be a small hope that we will cross paths with each other, but will it be the same again? The question continues to linger.

That brings me to the end of my story. Thank you all for reading the story. Please let me know your thoughts at [email protected].

Hi, Madhan here—an unapologetic erotic storyteller. Thanks to all ISS readers for your eager feedback. If you’re seeking secret thrills—girls, women, couples—find me on Hangouts or mail at [email protected] or Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity guaranteed.

This story will be narrated from the footsteps of Madhan.

I (Madhan) live in one of the quiet neighbourhoods in Bangalore. The first time I noticed the heroine, Anupama, was during one of my post-dinner night walks through the peaceful streets.

Anupama, a cute and, importantly, hot woman, is in her mid-thirties. She was strolling with her husband, laughing and chatting loudly with cheerful jokes.

I felt an instant liking and connection to her outburst of laughter, especially for her flashing teeth. Her husband, in his 40s, had a serious expression, and their two kids were walking behind them.

My eyes were fixed on Anupama’s cheerful smile, mesmerised by the magnetic attraction of her round, chubby cheeks. Despite my stare, she never even once glanced in my direction. Somehow, her face seemed oddly familiar. However, I couldn’t remember where I’d seen her before.

Every morning, the first thing I do is to visit a nearby tea shop. The next morning, I realised she was a regular there, too. I must have seen her a hundred times before—but without noticing. The moment I saw it, a smile instinctively crossed my face.

This time, she too noticed me —but her face was unreadable, expressionless. Our eyes met briefly. It was the first time Anupama acknowledged my existence.

Anupama is a nursery school teacher. Every morning, she waited for her bus at the same spot. From that day, my daily glances became a ritual, subtle yet consistent. She, too, noticed, I could tell. Yet, her face remained calm, her emotions well-guarded.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Still, nothing more than glances passed between us.

Then came the festival of Ganesha Chaturthi.

The entire street buzzed with life. The enormous Ganesha idol stood tall, surrounded by worshippers. Around 7 in the evening, I stood with my friends, watching the crowd. That’s when I saw her apart from my morning glances.

Oh my god, like an angel, Anupama. Her milky skin glowed brighter in the cream-colored saree. Her huge, shapely, round pair of boobs was firmly caged in the tight clasp of her blouse. Her perfect pair of thick ass cheeks swayed with every step. Damn, I wanted to grab them and squeeze the pulp.

My eyes couldn’t let go of Anupama’s soft, juicy body. Her cute face glowed vibrantly due to the jasmine flower over her dark hair. She, with her husband, performed the Pooja. While returning, her eyes met mine. For a moment, everything else fell away.

My usually normal gaze was lusty, not just lusty but raping this time. My eyes lingered too long on cherishing her sexy, milky, cushiony assets running all across her body while she stared at me. But this time, her response was different.

In contrast, Anupama didn’t look away immediately. Her eyes seemed to acknowledge mine—as if she’d read my thinking. A subtle shift in her gaze hinted at awareness. It wasn’t flirtation. It wasn’t rejection. It was… something else. A quiet message only silence could carry.

With so much of a crowd around, her husband had no clue that a stranger was undressing and feasting his wife with his laser-eyed stare. I continued to watch and savour Anupama even after she broke eye contact.

As they passed by, she slowed her steps, allowing my hungry, dirty eyes to swallow her. After climbing onto the bike, Anupama’s innocent eyes glanced once more in my direction. This expression made my dick hard.

I noticed for the first time a secret message passing through her eyes. She signalled to me to control my hunger by moving the eyeball, indicating the presence of her husband. I winked at her, showing that her beauty and hotness are so high that her husband’s notice is ignorant to me.

Then came something I hadn’t expected: the softest hint of a smile. Or was it a blush? I couldn’t be sure. But it was enough.

As they drove away on their two-wheeler, she turned back one last time. Especially the way her fingers twisted, pulling her saree pallu covering the minimal exposed part of her blouse. Her creamy blouse held two humongous 36-sized huge tankards, which were inviting my harsh hands and lips.

As if aware of my lingering gaze, she glanced into my eyes, challenging me to lower her saree pallu. It was a consent unspoken and a beginning of a secret.

Immediately after that sidelong longing look of Anupama, a heartache due to two fucking holidays after that day. I was restless.

Monday morning. No sign of her.

Tuesday. Angry of not showing herself, I stood hidden from the view of the bus stop. Anupama was much earlier than her usual time and waited at the bus stop, alone. No husband.

Wow, Anupama was mouthwatering in the black saree with fresh jasmine, fidgeting with her handbag restlessly. Anupama’s eyes flicked towards the road again and again, not for the bus but for me.

Minutes stretched, she smoothed her saree, adjusted her watch & bangles, and shifted her weight from one foot to another. Her eyes swept, and her gaze finally caught me standing there, hidden. Her lips parted in a soft gasp, her cheeks flushed with colour.

She looked down, pretending to be busy. The school bus arrived, and she stepped into the bus. As the bus passed by me, Anupama’s eyes watched me with satisfaction, need, and yearning more than I had anticipated. I couldn’t resist.

I got on my bike and followed the bus at a distance, just enough to see it turn into the school compound. I decided not to go into her office space. That same day at closing time, I waited outside the school to start our first conversation.

In the evening, when the gate opened, Anupama walked out, her umbrella shielding her from the drizzle, only to run into me. Anupama notices me instantly with a flicker of surprise. Her big, round eyes widened and then narrowed quietly in fear and excitement.

She turned away sharply, adjusting that pallu hiding her huge bosom. It will be mercilessly smashed and eaten away by me later.

I followed closely behind her, keeping a low tone, “Anupama madam”.
She spun toward me, her eyes darting around toward the bus, the watchman, and the group of teachers. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but carried a quiet urgency, “What are you doing here? Someone might see us.”

“I couldn’t control your invitation,” I replied calmly. “No… This isn’t the place,” she said, clutching her bag a little tighter, pressing into her bare navel.

I leaned in, close enough that my breath fell on her ear, “Then tell me where?”
She blurted out, as if talking to the ground, “I can’t talk here.”

“Then give me your number”, I quickly responded. She watched me with a hint of a smile, “How bold of you,” and uttered her number while she sprinted to the bus.

Our first text exchange started while the school bus was moving. “Oh heavens, Anupama, you looked mouthwatering today. I would have forgotten the world around and kissed you madly in the broad daylight in front of your school.”

There was a silence, and then her reply, “Is that how you greet a married woman? How do you even know my name?” I didn’t respond right away, and then I replied, “I just noticed. During the festival… I couldn’t forget your….”

Another pause. Then her message, “Please don’t text me. I’ve reached home. Please…” I immediately responded, “Don’t worry, Anu, I won’t, unless you want me to. I promise.”

There was no further text that day. I then intentionally disappeared with no further texting. A month passed. No texts. Just ritual morning glances. Just silence.

Then one busy afternoon, my phone buzzed with Anu’s message, “Are you free tomorrow?” I waited with a smile, enjoying her invitation. Not responding, I waited for her next text. Her second text message was more immediate: “Sorry, Hello.”

I replied after a few minutes, “Hey, my dirty mind is expecting something, something soft.” She replied, not answering my question, “There’s a cultural event at school tomorrow. Can we meet?”

I replied rudely, “It’s better if we don’t meet. You are married, a married teacher.”

Anu, “Ok. But Why?”

I reply, “I can’t control my hands and lips.”

There was a long gap before her next message, “7 PM. Only if you are free.” I didn’t respond to this message, and she also didn’t text again.

At 7, the sky was dim, cloudy, and the drizzle was returning once more. Anupama steps out alone, taking slow, measured steps. Damn, the same cream-colored saree from the festival. Her expression was stony. She walked slowly toward my bike.

No words came out of Anupama’s juicy lips. Her eyes scanned the area, cautiously. And then, she climbed onto my bike, sitting sideways. Silently, I drove the bike away. Her body was contactless with me. The thrill of Anu behind me was morphed by her distance from my body.

I wanted her cushiony soft melons to squeeze onto my back and her delicate hands to encircle my tummy. I intentionally applied sudden breaks, but she sat so firmly that her body never scratched mine. She kept mum even after driving 5 km away from the school.

Once my bike hit the highway, I stopped at a corner.

Anu, “What happened? Where are we going?” I didn’t respond to her questions. She asked again, “Hey, I’m scared, Madhan. Where are you taking me?” I replied, “If you are not interested, I will drop you off”.

She uttered, “Hey, what interest? I asked only to meet. I have to get back home.” I turned back, angry, looking right into her eyes. She lowered her innocent-looking gaze. “Anu, sit closer and be silent”.

She obeyed by sitting closer, grazing her body feathery against mine. I pulled her tightly closer, making her boobs squeeze onto my back, and drove the bike further. I knew a park that would be deserted at this time. I drove straight to that park.

I walked into the park, but she stood near the gate. I turn, and then she follows me at a distance. I go and sit on a wooden seat, and she scans all around. The park was deserted, with only one or two couples in other directions and out of sight of this seat.

She sits next to me at a distance. I stare at her, but she watches the ground. I question her, “Why did you come?” She raised her eyebrows, meeting my eyes, “What?”

I reply, “I told you I would kiss you, but still you came. Why?”

Anupama blushed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her close to me. I felt her hands shivering, and her chest beat faster in tension. Sweat drops formed on her forehead in this cold weather. I lift her chin. She pushes my hand away and says, “Hey, Madhan, someone might see.”

I cup her face and unresistively lock my lips. Oh heavens, those thick, juicy lips, I suck one after another lip. My hand quickly moved to her bare navel. Anupama opens her lips the moment my rough hand squeezes her bare navel.

My tongue travels into her mouth and tastes her juices. My hand moved quickly, touching the soft, heavy boobs of Anupama. The moment my thumb squeezes her nipples hard over the blouse, she breaks the kiss with a moan, “Ahh. Madhan”.

She locks her lips again, this time our noses colliding, we are deeply eating each other. Our tongues are freely moving in and out of our lips. Oh heavens, my hands grabbed her huge melons. So huge that I couldn’t completely take them in a single clasp.

I squeezed spongy. Her hand was clasping my collar. My dick was tearing out of my tight pants. I grabbed her chin and hurriedly kissed her cheeks and neck. My hands tried to poke into her saree to reach her pussy. But the wrap of the saree around her navel was too tight.

“Ahh. Please stop, Madhan”, she was deeply enjoying the kiss. I continued kissing, and my lips drenched her ears with saliva. Heavens, I couldn’t and never be fulfilled by the kiss. The kiss went longer. Our lips met again, and she was a great kisser.

My hands massaged her humongous boobs over the blouse. A distant sound. Anu panicked, stopping the unfulfilled kiss. I notice all around searching for the source of the sound. I grab her face and continue to suck the honey off her lips.

But she was scared. Sensing her, I stopped the kiss, “Ok, let’s leave”, I said. Anupama’s eyes were moist, and her lipstick stain was greasy below her lips. I wipe the lipstick stain with my thumb, and we return to the bike.

I drive her back and drop off near a place as per the plans. She wanted to take an auto back home to maintain a good impression on the public’s eyes. My back enjoyed her huge melon squeeze on the drive back.

While she drove back in the auto, I texted her, “I am not at all satisfied. I want more. I mean the complete you. Plan and tell”.

She (You know who) replied with a smiley emoji, “Bye. Reached home”

In the second part, you will see the slutty yo-yo side of the traditional girl as she removes her black saree, revealing the milky heavens. Damn, Anu is at her peak pleasure.

Until the next part.

Hi guys, this is Harsha back again with one more part of Swathi’s sexual adventures.

After Swathi got fucked by Irfan, his cousin and his friend Shariff, her holes were badly hurt, and she didn’t meet me or anyone. She didn’t even respond to my calls and messages.
After a week, I met Swathi alone in the ground-floor elevator. She went out for a walk with her kid and was returning to her home. I held her hand, pressed the floor button in the elevator, and took her to my house quickly without anyone noticing. Swathi was saying she cannot come and said to leave her hand. I didn’t listen. I opened the main door, took her and her baby inside, and closed the door.
Swathi was wearing a T-shirt and track pants.

Me: What’s wrong with you, Swathi? Why are you not responding to my calls and messages?

Swathi didn’t say anything.

Me: Come on, Swathi, I’m talking to you.

Swathi: Nothing, Harsha. I was not well. So couldn’t reply to you.

Me: Ohh!! Are you ok now? Shall we go to a doctor?

Swathi: No, I’m fine now. That was a bad decision to get fucked during my period.

Me: I told you not to. But you didn’t listen to my words and went on getting fucked like a newly married girl.

Swathi: Hmm…leave that matter. I won’t have any sex from now on during my period.

I hugged Swathi and her baby.

Me: Where’s your husband?

Swathi: He again went to Chennai last night.

Me: Oh, you didn’t even tell me about his travel to me. When will he return?

Swathi: Maybe a month. He said he will search for a house there in Chennai, so that we can move there.

Me: Whatt!!! You guys are moving to Chennai???

Swathi: Yes, my husband said to me.

Me: Ohh dear, if you go to Chennai, what about me? I will miss you, dear.

Swathi: Lol, don’t be childish…I have to stay with my husband, na.

Me: Ya, but you can stay here only na and he can come and go every weekend.

Swathi: Hmm… No, Harsha, that would be difficult for him.

Me: Please try to convince him, dear.

Swathi: Hmm..to be frank, I am getting fucked more by others than my husband. If I stay here, I may end up getting fucked daily. So better to go, Harsha.

Me: I’m sad, dear, atleast you have to stay with me all this month till your husband comes back and takes you both to Chennai.

Swathi: Ok, Harsha….. Don’t be sad… I will be there for you on the phone, na.

I took her baby from her hand and placed the baby on the sofa.

Me: Are you ok now? Is your period cycle completed now?

Swathi: Yes, I’m ok. Yes, it’s completed.

I hugged Swathi tightly and kissed her lips. She too responded to my kiss and we had a deep lip lock, inserting our tongues and licking each other’s lips. After a 10-minute-long lip kiss, I lifted Swathi and took her to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed, and I quickly removed her t-shirt and pants. After some kissing and pressing of her boobs, I’ve removed her bra and panties too and made her completely nude. I also removed all my clothes. This time, Swathi had a clean-shaven pussy. I quickly put on a condom and applied some saliva to Swathi’s pussy and rubbed my dick in her pussy. Swathi got turned on instantly and was moaning.

Swathi: Don’t tease me, Harsha… Enter into me na.

I slowly entered Swathi’s pussy and lip-locked her with my lips. After some strokes, I wanted to change the position.
I asked Swathi to sit on my dick and ride me. She sat on me, and she herself guided my dick slowly into her pussy and started jumping on it. She was jumping very slowly and rhythmically. Swathi’s boobs and her mangalsutra were moving up and down due to her jumps. I made her jump till she was tired and then changed the position to doggy and fucked her from behind. We both reached our climax together, and I’ve cummed inside the condom. After some rest, I fucked her ass. Swathi was struggling a lot and shouting in pain while I was fucking her ass. So I had not fucked her ass for long, and I got the button plug, which I had brought for her earlier. Applied some oil to her ass and the butt plug, and slowly inserted it into her ass, leaving it inside her ass. I took her mouth and inserted my dick deep into Swathi’s throat and started ramming her mouth. Swathi was choking and drooling saliva. In five minutes, I cummed in her mouth and made her drink my cum.

After that, we both took some rest, and I got up and dressed. Swathi also got up from the bed.

Swathi: Harsha, remove this from my ass.

Me: No, dear, let it be there for today. You won’t feel any pain or discomfort next time when your ass is pounded.

Swathi: But it’s a bit uncomfortable, Harsha.

Me: It will be ok, dear, come, I will help you stand up.

I went and helped Swathi to stand. She stood, put on her bra, panties and then her pants and T-shirt.
After some time, we went to her flat and got all of Swathi’s stuff and her baby’s stuff and shifted to my flat. I got all the luggage and we came back to my flat. Swathi went to the sofa and started breastfeeding her baby. I was looking at them, and in the meantime, I ordered food from my mobile. After some time, food came and went, and we had our lunch together. After lunch, I again fucked Swathi’s pussy multiple times that day. I made her keep the butt plug inside her ass till the next morning. The next morning, she said she wanted to go to the washroom, so I removed the plug. I took a leave for a week and enjoyed the whole week with Swathi. I fucked all her holes countless times daily in different areas of my house. She drank loads of my cum. I fucked her during cooking, bathing, while eating food, while cleaning, etc, etc, etc.

I made her dress in different dresses she had on a daily basis, like saree, chudidar, professional shirt and pant, sometimes just a bra and saree, sometimes like a maid, sometimes like an item heroine. I did all the fucking of her pussy, ass, and mouth all week.

One day, Irfan called Swathi, and he said that in the coming three days, his cousin Yousuf’s marriage was happening, and invited her to the marriage. Swathi said she cannot attend the marriage as she cannot come alone.

After some time, Irfan called me as well and invited me to Yousuf’s marriage; he mentioned bringing Swathi to the marriage multiple times.
I told him to ask Swathi and her husband to come to the marriage. Irfan again called Swathi and told her that she has to come to the marriage, definitely. Later, Yousuf also called to Swathi and invited her to his marriage. Somehow, Swathi accepted their invitation and said she would come to the marriage. Swathi came to me.

Swathi: Harsha, let’s go together to Yusuf’s marriage.

Me: Are you sure?? Will you come?

Swathi: Why….. Any problem if I come?

Me: If you come to the marriage, Irfan will definitely take you and fuck you.

Swathi: I don’t think so, Harsha… He will be busy with the marriage preparations. It’s his cousin’s marriage, na.

Me: Irfan will fuck you for sure. Mark my words.

Swathi: Let’s see.

Me: So, are you also coming to the marriage?

Swathi: Yes, legs go together.

Me: Your wish, dear.

The next day, Irfan sent a parcel to Swathi through Rapido. Swathi went down and came with the parcel. She opened the parcel before me, and there were sarees.

Irfan called Swathi on her mobile and said to wear those sarees for his cousin Yousuf’s marriage events. He also said he would be sending a car to pick up her and me. After the call, Swathi tried those sarees. All sarees are decent without much exposure. Only the blouse’s back was deeply cut.

The marriage day came, that morning, Swathi wore a red saree and a suitable deep back cut blouse for it and got ready. She wore the saree with a single-layer pallu below her navel. She looked beautiful and homely with neatly plaited hair, mangalsutra and other ornaments in her neck and sindhoor on her head. I hugged Swathi and said Today, she’s more beautiful than on any other day. I kissed her; her white bra strap was out of her blouse. I pushed the strap inside her blouse. I quickly got dressed up and was ready to go to the wedding.
At some time, Irfan called both me and Swathi and said a car was waiting down in the apartment parking area to pick us up. Swathi stood up and picked up her baby and a bag that contained baby stuff. Seeing Swathi, I was horny and wanted to fuck her now. But the car is waiting downstairs, and it would also get late for the marriage.
But I pulled back Swathi and zipped down my pants and took my dick out.

Swathi: Harsha.. are you crazy…

Me: Yes, dear, crazy about you.

Swathi: Come on, Harsha, not now. We will be late for the marriage. You can have me after we return from the marriage.

Me: No, dear, I can’t control myself. Please blow me without getting your makeup disturbed.

Swathi: You are literally crazy. But please don’t cum on my face, and don’t make me choke. I will only blow. You don’t push it in my mouth.

Me: Ok, dear.

I sat on the sofa. Swathi kneeled slowly in the saree, took my dick, and started to hand job it. After she kept my dick in her mouth, she sucked it with her beautiful pink lips. For 10 minutes, she sucked my dick, and I was about to reach my cum. Then I stood up, held her head, pushed my dick deep inside her mouth, and released my warm cum inside her throat. Swathi swallowed it. She quickly removed my dick from her mouth, went inside, washed her mouth, applied lipstick, and in the meantime, I got ready. Swathi and I both have missed calls from the driver and Irfan. Swathi and I, along with her baby, reached the parking lot and found the car and boarded it.

The wedding destination was very far from the city. It nearly took an hour to reach. We reached the wedding place by 11 AM. We went into the function hall. On the ground floor, all the men were there. So Swathi and I were sitting outside as the ceremony was going on. Irfan saw us and came to us. He straight away came and hugged Swathi and complimented her beauty. He greeted me as well. Irfan placed his hand on Swathi’s shoulder and asked us to come with him.
We started to walk. Irfan is walking with his hand on Swathi’s shoulder.

Irfan: Swathi, you are very beautiful and hot in this red Saree.

Swathi: Thank you, Irfan.

Soon, Irfan took us into a room which has a bed and an AC. Irfan closed the door as we got into the room and kept the bolt. He took Swathi’s baby and put the baby on the bed. Irfan hugged Swathi and started kissing her lips, and pressed her boobs against the saree.

Swathi: Irfan… Stop… What is this…. Your cousin’s marriage is going on now.

Irfan: let it be… I can’t resist seeing you in this beautiful saree. Let me enjoy your company quickly.

Swathi: Stop it, Irfan. Not now.

Irfan: This is our place, Swathi…. Please allow me now, atleast for a quick blowjob.

Saying this, Irfan was hugging and smooching Swathi’s lips. I was looking at them after some time of kissing. Irfan broke the kiss and was kissing Swathi’s neck.

Swathi: Irfan, we can do it later. Now stop this.

Irfan didn’t listen to her. Irfan climbed onto the bed and stood on it. He made Swathi sit on the bed, and he took out his erect dick from his pyjamas and kept it before Swathi’s lips. Irfan held Swathi’s mouth, and Swathi opened her mouth and sucked Irfan’s dick. Irfan lost his cool and started to fuck her mouth fastly. Swathi was gagging. In five minutes, Irfan cummed inside Swathi’s mouth and made her drink it. Irfan pulled his pyjamas up and got out of bed. Swathi went to the washroom, cleaned her mouth, and came. Irfan again stood up and kissed Swathi’s lips. Swathi pushed Irfan away and said he had to go and help with the wedding activities. Irfan gave an angry, dissatisfied look and went out of the room.

Swathi adjusted herself. Swathi and I, along with her baby, went to the function hall and sat on chairs in the last row. The ceremony was going on. After some time, Nazeer and his two cousins, Altaf and Ismail, saw us and came to us. They all greeted me and Swathi. They sat on chairs beside Swathi. After some time, the baby started crying. Swathi said to me she needed to feed the baby and opened her bag, took out the milk bottle, and started feeding the baby.

But the baby is not drinking milk from the bottle. Nazeer said to go to the room and feed the baby. I too agreed with what Nazeer said and asked her to go and feed. Nazeer took Swathi to a room. I was sitting in the function hall, only to see that she would return quickly after feeding her baby. After some 45 minutes, I was waiting for Swathi, but she didn’t come. I asked Altaf which room Nazeer took Swathi to, and I went to that room to find Swathi and her baby. The room was very far from the function hall. The room door was locked. I knocked on the door, but no one opened it. I kept knocking for some more time, but no one opened. So I went back to the function hall.

I sat in one of the chairs and waited. Took my mobile and called Swathi, but she didn’t answer. The ceremony was almost completed. Yousuf and his wife said the qubool hai three times and are done with the signatures.

It’s been 2 hours since Swathi went to feed her baby, and still she’s not back. Everyone started to go to lunch. I called multiple times to Swathi’s mobile, but no answer.
Altaf and Ismail asked me to come and have lunch, and they accompanied me to the dining area. We three finished lunch.

Ismail: Me: Ismail…where’s Swathi and Nazeer? It’s been a long time since they went, and no one is opening the door. Did I knock on the correct room door?

Ismail: Yes, Sir, I said the correct room number only. Maybe you might have mistaken it for another room. Come, I’ll show you.

Ismail and I went again to the room. It was the same room. This time, Ismail knocked on the door.

Ismail: Nazeer bhai…. (knocking on the door by saying Nazeer’s name).

This time, the door was open. A different person, just in his shorts without a shirt, opened the door. Ismail went in quickly, and I followed him into the room. I heard Swathi was moaning. I went in, and what I saw in the room was disgusting. A man was on the bed, and Swathi was on him with his dick in her ass, and Nazeer was on Swathi with his dick in her pussy, Irfan was standing beside, and Swathi had Irfan’s dick in her hand, and one more person was mouth fucking Swathi. Two other guys are sitting nude on the chairs and watching the fucking session. A total of 7 men, including me and Ismail, make up 9 men in the room. No one is wearing a condom. Her red saree was thrown on the floor, and her blouse was also on the floor beside the bed. Swathi’s bra, panties and petticoat were on the side table of the bed.

The baby was sleeping on another bed in the same room. There was a lot of milk spilt on the floor, assumed to be Swathi’s breast milk and some urine as well.

Me: What the hell is going on here?

No one responded to my words, and they were all in their own business in fucking Swathi. One by one, they exchanged her holes and drilled her. The situation was like stray dogs circling and eating food when given. I took a chair and sat. Swathi was all in a high with moaning and shouting. The fucking session continued till evening, 4:30 pm. Everyone targeted her pussy and leaked their cum inside Swathi’s pussy. All were exhausted and were scattered around the room. Slowly, one after the other, they dressed and went out of the room. Swathi was on the bed with her eyes closed after a heavy gangbang.
I woke up Swathi and asked her to wash her body so we could go home. Swathi went to the washroom to clean her body and hair. I went out of the room to book a cab as there was no mobile signal inside. It took me 15 minutes to get a cab booked as we are far away from the city. I came back to the room.

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The next part would be the last of the series.

Main Mumbai mein ek MNC mein kaam karta hoon. Mera naam Karan hai, aur main 29 saal ka hoon. Main ek 2BHK flat mein rehta hoon, jahan ek saal pehle meri roommate bani. Uska naam, Neha – ek HR executive, slim figure, wheatish skin aur expressive eyes wali ladki. Hum dono professional the, lekin friendship mein comfort aur trust tha.

Neha modern thi, lekin grounded. Office ke baad hum aksar dinner ya coffee ke liye baith jaate the, kabhi ek dusre ke outfits ya colleagues ke baare mein gossip kar lete the. Kabhi-kabhi late night movie bhi lag jaati. Lekin kabhi line cross nahi hui… tab tak.

🌧️ Ek Rainy Night

Woh baarish wali shaam kuch alag thi. Bahar zor ki bijli chamak rahi thi, aur mausam mein ek tension thi. Building mein light chali gayi thi, aur har jagah sirf andhera aur thodi-thodi candle light thi.

Main apne room mein bed pe lete-lete mobile charge hone ka intezaar kar raha tha. Mausam thoda romantic tha, lekin main bas music sun raha tha aur apne kaam ke baare mein soch raha tha.

Tabhi knock hua.

“Karan?” Neha ki awaaz thodi nervous thi. “Light chali gayi hai… mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai. Can I sit here for a while?”

Maine turant kaha, “Of course, come in.”

Woh ek light pink nightdress mein thi, thoda wet kyunki woh balcony mein thi jab bijli chamki thi. Uske baalon se paani tapak raha tha, aur uski neckline se thodi cleavage dikh rahi thi. Uska makeup nahi tha, lekin uski natural beauty uss raat mein kuch aur hi chamak rahi thi. Maine nazar hata li… lekin woh moment mere dimaag mein chhup gaya.

Woh meri bed ke corner par baithi, blanket le kar shoulders cover kiye. “Itni tez lightning se mujhe hamesha anxiety hoti hai,” usne kaha.

Main uske paas gaya aur bola, “It’s okay. Main hoon na.”

Uske haath thande the. Maine use haath pakad kar halka rub kiya. Uski aankhon mein ek gratitude tha… par uss moment mein kuch aur bhi tha – shayad woh bhi mehsoos kar rahi thi ki hum dono ke beech mein kuch badal raha hai.

🛏️ Woh Nazdeekiyaan

Thodi der baad, Neha mere kareeb aa gayi. Uske shoulders mujhse touch kar rahe the. Woh mere chest par sir rakh kar baithi thi. Uska perfume halka sa mehka raha tha. Woh softly bolti rahi, “Aaj pata nahi kyun, tumhare saath rehkar kaafi secure feel ho raha hai.”

Maine use gently hug kiya, aur hum kuch minute silence mein baithe rahe. Candle ki roshni mein uska chehra aur bhi khubsurat lag raha tha.

Phir usne slowly bola, “Karan… tum kabhi feel karte ho ke hum dono… maybe… could be more than roommates?”

Mera heart beat fast hone laga. Maine uski aankhon mein dekha, aur bola, “Honestly, haan… kabhi-kabhi sochta hoon. Lekin kabhi sure nahi tha ki tum bhi aisa feel karti ho.”

Usne apni aankhon se permission di. Main uske kareeb gaya, aur soft kiss kiya – pehle cheek pe, fir lips pe. Woh response dene lagi, lips thoda parted, breathing fast.

Maine uska haath pakda, aur dheere-dheere uski kamar ke peeche haath le gaya. Usne aankhen band kar li, aur kiss deepen ho gaya. Uske haath mere chest pe the, aur uska jism halki si kaanp mein tha.

🔥 Pehla Milan

Usne apna blanket hata diya. Uska nightdress patla tha, aur uske neeche white bra clearly visible thi. Candle light mein uska skin soft aur glowing lag raha tha.

Maine uske shoulders pe kiss kiya, phir uski collarbone… woh moan karne lagi – halki si, lekin pure desire ke saath. Main uske neck se neeche hota gaya, uske stomach ko gently kiss kiya. Uski har saans mein ek urgency thi.

Usne apna nightdress dheere se upar uthaya, revealing her smooth waist and innerwear. Main uski body explore karta gaya – har touch uske liye naya tha. Uska saans tez ho gaya tha, body garam thi. Uski kamar pe mera haath jaate hi usne aankhen band kar li.

“Tum mujhe pura feel karte ho, Karan… I’ve never felt this alive,” usne whisper kiya.

Usne mera t-shirt uthaya aur kiss karte hue bola, “Tumhara touch… it’s making me lose control…”

Maine uska bra dheere se hook khola, aur uske bare chest ko gently kiss kiya. Uske nipples tight ho gaye the, aur uski moans mujhe aur stimulate kar rahi thi. Uska haath ab mere back pe tha, aur woh mujhe tightly hold kar rahi thi.

Phir usne khud apne panty nikaal di. Main neeche gaya, aur tongue se pleasure dene laga. Uska jism kaap raha tha, woh baar-baar meri bedsheet pakad rahi thi. Uski moans soft aur continuous ho gayi thi.

“Karan… please… come inside me…” usne finally kaha.

💫 The Connection

Main uske upar aaya, protection use kiya, aur usme gently enter kiya. Uski aankhon mein sirf ek hi emotion tha – surrender. Har thrust ke saath woh mujhe tightly pakadti gayi, moans badhte gaye.

Woh mere kaan ke paas aake bolti rahi, “Just like this… don’t stop… I want to feel everything tonight.”

Hum dono ek dusre mein kho gaye. Uska jism perfectly meri movement ke saath synchronize ho raha tha. Uski ungliyaan meri peeth par thi, aur woh baar-baar “Karan…” keh rahi thi. Uske lips mere lips par the, uska saara jism meri baahon mein fit ho gaya tha.

Hum dono climax pe aaye – together. Woh itna gehra moment tha ki kuch seconds ke liye sab kuch ruk gaya laga. Sirf saans, dhadkane, aur ek complete silence thi.

🌙 Subah Ke Pal

Raat bhar hum cuddled hokar soye. Kabhi uske baalon mein haath chalata, kabhi woh mere chest par sir rakh kar so jaati. Subah usne aankhen kholi, muskurayi aur sirf itna bola, “I don’t regret anything.”

Maine uska haath pakda aur bola, “Na main. Shayad yeh hi sach tha humare beech.”

Us raat ke baad, hum roommate nahi rahe – hum lovers ban gaye… bina kisi label ke, bina kisi tension ke… sirf ek connection ke saath.

Woh ek rishta tha jo lafzon se nahi, sirf lamhon se bana tha.

🔚 End of Part 1 – Next Part Coming Soon…

Hello all, I am Vivian, a 27-year-old Female living in Texas, USA. I myself have been a slave and had a lot of good encounters. But this story is about my parents and what I saw.

Coming to the story.

My Dad is 53, quite chubby, and a quiet, silent person. And my Mom is 52, a little on the heavier side with massive boobs and a thick ass. She is usually the angry one and someone who gets mad quite easily.

So, I recently installed cameras in my house outdoors, covering the front and back areas of the house. And I had 1 camera in the living room covering all 3 doors in the frame. That is the front door, back door and garage door. It is an open living space where the kitchen is easily accessible.

So, the day after, I had installed the cameras. I had to leave for a work trip for 3 days. My parents were at home. So the next morning, I was checking out how the cameras look and their clarity. And what I saw that day was more than just the camera quality.

I saw my parents were sitting in the living room watching TV. So, I was about to say ‘Hi’ to them from the cameras, but I saw they were talking. Then out of nowhere, my quiet Dad got up and slapped my Mom on the face. And my Mom was smiling.

Then she got on her knees and smiled. He slapped her again, and again, almost 5 times. The more he slapped, the happier she got. Then he took out his 7-inch dick and made her suck it. And as she was sucking, he was calling her a slut whore, bitch, loser, pig, etc. And she was enjoying his dick.

Then, after a while, he made her get up and asked her to get the bag from the room. She did so. Then he removed the ropes and asked my Mom to strip dance. It’s the first time I saw my Mom dancing, and soon she was naked.

OMG! For a moment, I wanted to kiss her; she looked so hot. Then my Dad made her lie on her back on the dining table, and he tied her up.

He had nipple clamps on her. He placed a gag in her mouth. And he took out a 6-inch butt plug and made her spit on it and suck it. He then inserted it in her ass. And he slapped her a few more times and spit on her face and body.

Then he took out a whip and started whipping her boobs, tummy, thighs and also pussy at times. Soon, it was getting wild and painful, and she was moaning loudly in pleasure and pain.

After a while, he took out some pads. He placed them on her nipples over the clamp and 2 on her thighs and connected them by wires and electrified her. I could see her shaking and moaning. This went on for about 10 minutes, and then he removed the pads and the gag.

Then he asked her who she was, and she responded that she was his slave. She was here to pleasure him and serve her. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but it was so hot that I loved doing all those things.

Soon, they removed the ropes and clamps as he removed the clamps. She yelled in pain and said, “Thank you, Malik.” Then he made her wear a dog collar and made her walk on her fours, and he kicked her ass.

After about 20 minutes, he sat on the couch and made her suck his cock. He paddled her ass hard. She was sucking his dick. Her ass was dark red, and some areas were close to black.

Later, he brought some more ropes and tied her boobs and separated them. He then passed the ropes from between her legs and then restrained her. She was slapped, spat on, and made to lick cock, balls, and dildos.

He also made her lick his ass and finger his ass. After about an hour, he removed the ropes. Then it was time for the vibrator in her pussy. OMG! Her pussy was all shaved and sexy.

I wish I could ever eat her up. He kept the vibrator on her for about 30 minutes or so. She was so turned on, horny and moaning loudly. She was begging to cum, but every time she cum close, he would stop and start over again with a slap on her face.

He said, “If you cum, you will sleep in the backyard naked.” He denied her orgasm at least 15 times before she cum hard. I could see her squirt, and her body was tired.

Seeing her tired body, he started to finger fuck her ass with one finger. Then 2, then 3, and kept on fucking hard, and she was yelling and moaning. Then he started fingering her pussy while she was sucking his cock.

He inserted 4 fingers in her pussy and rubbed it hard. He got her to the moment where she was shaking and had to cum. Finally, he removed the butt plug and made her go on her fours, and he fucked her in the ass.

She was thanking Malik all the way and moaning loudly and enjoying herself. Then he would make her suck his cock, and then again fuck her. After a while, he cum in her mouth.

As this was done, she was made to clean the house naked with a dog collar and do the dishes and cook for him. He even cum in her food and made her eat that food. She was made to sleep on the floor, cuffed to the chair.

As she fell asleep, after about 2 hours, he cum again naked and kicked her in the ass and slapped her face and woke her up. Then she got on her knees and started to suck his cock for about 20 minutes. Then her face and boobs came over her face and boobs. I saw my Mom rub his cum all over her face and body.

This was day 1 of their kinky, surprising journey. I will share their day 2 story depending on the responses I receive from this story. And if everyone likes this story, I will also share my stories as a slave and as a Domme.

You can also send me an email and share your thoughts about the story at [email protected].