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After they all left the room, my body was covered by their thick cum. I on my knees licking some of their cum. My husband looked at me. He was disappointed.

“Why did you do it?” he asked

“I had no other choice, they threatened that they might do something to you. I did it for you honey,” I said. Of course, it was a lie but I expected him to believe it.

“Then why did you ask him to visit again?” he asked

“Honey, the truth is he will come back. So when he comes back I don’t want him to force me into this. It’s better if I accept it,” I said

“He will come back? And I should just let him?” he raised his tone

“If you don’t let him, he will keep on coming back. Honey, I am ok with this. Let them have what they want. Or else we might get into trouble,” I said.

He was so disappointed. He didn’t speak another word about it. I went to the bathroom and took a bath. He didn’t speak to me about it for two days.

On Sunday, I and Ashok were watching TV. Our son went to play with his friends. We slowly started to forget about it. I started wearing sexy outfits in the house to seduce Ashok. I noticed him looking at my cleavage.

That day I was wearing a black babydoll dress. Just when everything was about to go back to normal, Michael called my husband. My husband went to the balcony to talk.

“What is it honey?” I was so happy that Michael called but I acted like I was worried.

“He wants to come home. For you,” Ashok said

“What did you tell him?” I asked

“What else? I asked him to come but soon and have a quickie since Arun (our son) will be back,” he said. I was so shocked that my husband agreed to this. I got up from the sofa and hugged him.

“You did the right thing honey. We had no other choice. Don’t worry, my love is always only for you,” I said

“Let him come, I have a plan,” he said.

Micheal came home in 10 minutes.

“Hey my bitch” he exclaimed and hugged me. I was so happy to see him. But I was unable to express it in front of my husband. So to show him that I’m excited I whispered, “Your slut is waiting for you.” He got excited and lifted the babydoll dress which only covered till my ass and slapped it.

“Micheal, I have something to talk to you,” my husband said

“Can it not wait till I fuck your slut wife?” Michael asked.

“How about we have a deal? I have an affair going on with my secretary for the past 6 months and now my wife is also having an affair. But still, she’s my wife, I still love her so much. So I can’t let her go on like this. So let’s have a deal, a competition?” Ashok said

“Ashok? Do you have an affair? Is this why you haven’t been sleeping with me?” I shouted

“I’m all ears, what competition?” Michael asked

“Whoever lasts longer with her, will get to have her. If I lose, she’s all yours. If I win you should never touch her,” Ashok said

“Alright then. I’m in” Michael said.

“Ashok can I speak with you alone?” I asked.

“Ok come,” he said. We went to the balcony.

“Why did you cheat on me?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, it’s not your fault. I still love you the same way I used to,” he said and hugged me.

“Are you sure about this competition?” I asked.

“Yes this is the only way I can get him away from you. Don’t worry, I will cut my affair with my secretary,” he said. We then went to the living room.

“Who goes first?” Michael asked.

“Let her decide,” Ashok said.

“You are my husband, you go first,” I said.

“Alright, enjoy your last fuck with your wife” Michael said and sat on the chair. He started using his mobile after some time. Ashok was kissing me for 5 minutes.

“This is a fucking contest, you have been kissing her for 5 minutes. Show your stamina or accept the defeat,” Michael said.

Ashok got angry and tore my dress. He made me lay on the sofa and fucked me in the missionary position. After 6 minutes he started shivering and he slowed down a bit. I knew he was gonna explode. He tried to hold it but he ejaculated on my navel.

“Even though you spent 5 minutes kissing, I will count it as 11 minutes since I can easily beat you,” Michael said as he approached me.

Micheal fucked furiously. He crossed 10 minutes and showed no sign of ejaculation. Even Ashok knew at that moment that he lost me. He crossed 11 minutes.

“You fucking bitch, you are all mine now,” Michael said and spat in my mouth. After 27 minutes he ejaculated on my navel too. But his cum was so thick and warm.

“You don’t even try to touch her from now. She is my bitch,” Michael told Ashok. “If he touches you, let me know,” Michael told me.

“Yes master. I will,” I said as I was licking his cum. Michael asked my number and saved it.

“From now on, I will be visiting you frequently,” he said and left.

“Whoever your secretary is, that woman has weakened you. I think she’s sleeping with you only because she has no other choice. I think you deserve this punishment, dear,” I told my husband.

“Honey I’m sorry. I will never touch her. I promise,” Ashok begged.

“No, no. You go ahead and screw anyone. But don’t stop me when I do the same. I think it’ll be better for both of us,” I said.

“Honey please. I love you so much,” he said.

“You should have thought that before challenging him. He has a black monster. You were so stupid to challenge him. I hope he fills me with his seeds and whenever you see our kid you will remember that you fucked up,” I said and went to the bathroom.

To be continued.

I am Sunny Thakur. I belong to a typical Indian family from Himachal. I have been staying in Delhi since my education days. I have been in a serious relationship with my girlfriend for over two years, and we have had sexual activities for a long time. She was the first girl I slept with.

I have written two stories about our sex adventures, and readers can read them on my profile. However, she hesitates to try new activities, unlike me and prefers vanilla sex. She would boldly refuse any position she does not feel comfortable with. She sternly refused to do anal sex.

So, to fulfill my kinky desires, I downloaded Tinder on my mobile for hook up. I had carefully hidden Tinder from my app to avoid being found out by my girlfriend. After two unlucky matches, I got matched with a girl named Rajshree.

About Rajshree, she is a caramel-skinned Bengali girl. She is curvy and sultry and his voluptuous and sexually confident. Her Tinder bio said that she is looking for someone to chat with and nothing serious. Even though I had matched with two other girls before her, one just never responded, and the other was too clingy.

After my match with Rajshree, I messaged her ‘Hi’, and we started a conversation on general topics. Our initial chats were boring. But after 2-3 days I started spicing up our conversations with sexual hints. Like one time we were talking about watching some movie and she asked, “Do you really want to watch that movie?”

I replied, “Who’s going to watch the movie?” with a wink emoji. At other times I boldly proclaimed that casual sex relationships are better than normal ones. Because they give all the perks without any hassle. Within two weeks, our conversations had become very steamy and horny.

And she told me everything from her breast size to her favorite condom flavor. Her boobs were 34B with dark brown areoles and banana was her favorite flavor. Without any hesitation, she would tell me the color of her bra and panty and the porn she was watching while fingering.

This continued for some more days and finally, we decided to meet. But before our meeting she categorically made it clear that things between us will stay between us. She’s in a serious relationship with someone else. Rajshree obviously was too hot to be single. So I was not shocked to learn that.

Her confession only encouraged me to reveal my relationship status too. We then started talking about what will we do. Since we were both getting regular sex from our partners, we decided to do hardcore anal during our session. At last, a meeting was fixed in my room when my roommate would be away.

I told her to come in a saree like a proper Bengali girl. The thought of undressing her and drilling her asshole was making me hornier than usual.

The day finally came, she was at my gate in a white saree with a red border and a bindi on her forehead. We were sitting on my head and I leaped for a kiss. But she held me back using her hand on my chest and said, “Aren’t you going to offer some tea?” I was surprised but I said, “Sure.”

As I was getting up, I held her waist in my hands and lightly whispered in her ears, “Let’s skip that.” As soon as I whispered these words, she slid open my zipper and slid her hand to gently squeeze my rock-hard cock. Our patience broke and we were wildly making out.

I was laying on top of her body trying to grab her voluptuous boobs. Sensing my trouble she unbuttoned her blouse. My lips and tongue rolled down to her belly licking and kissing every inch of her smooth skin. I unhooked her bra and saw her beautiful mounds.

They were shapelier and aesthetic than my girlfriend’s. Undoubtedly, I started sucking her nipples. The harder I was sucking, the more she burying my face in her breasts. In less than ten seconds, I removed every piece of clothing on my body and took out a banana-flavored condom.

Rajshree giggled and said, “Oh, you remembered?” while removing her saree. After unpacking I told her to put a condom on dick and she quickly obliged and gave me a mind-blowing blow job. Rajshree adopted the expert doggy style pose on her own with her head resting on the bed.

First, I inserted my middle finger in the asshole and spanked her ass really hard. Before inserting my dick, I rubbed some lubricant and gave her a warning. It was not going in the beginning. I kept using my force and finally when dick’s head had successfully entered, she screamed and gasped.

Then, it went in with ease, but she was now screaming incessantly. I asked her if she wants to stop but she said no. Then began my thrusts, which were producing ‘thap thap’ sound in a rhythm.

Even Rajshree was now loudly screaming whenever I would thrust into her asshole, staying quiet otherwise. I grabbed her hair, forming the arc of a doggy style. Finally, I came and removed the condom.

We tried spooning and cowgirl position with one time being anal and other normal sex. While spooning, Rajshree dug her fingernails in my thighs and I instantly slapped her boobs tightly. Some blood came out of the affected part of the thigh, whereas part of her boob became blood red.

In between and after, we ate snacks, drank beverages, and talked randomly. I told her that her Rajshree sounds very traditional and conservative. But she is wild and insatiable. Out of nowhere, she grabbed my balls tightly and murmured, “You have no idea.”

Although she didn’t say anything, I guess her boyfriend must have refused to fuck her anally, which is why she was on Tinder to fulfill her fantasy. After this, we continued our ‘friends with benefits’ relationship for a few months, after which she moved to another city.

I hope you enjoyed my memoir about going beyond the vanilla sex. Thanks for your love and support. Keep sending me your thoughts, suggestions, and feedback at my Gmail id [email protected]. Love you all.

I was on my knees with my hands holding her butt. The smell of her orifice is something that is still fresh in my nose, even after hours. I inserted my tongue between her butt cheeks. I could feel the hair around her orifice on my lips and my tongue. It tasted a little sour, a little tangy.

But what aroused me was the feeling of her asshole, it’s wrinkled border on my tongue and the hair around it. My mouth was open wide and my tongue incessant. After a little while, her hole started to give in to the pleasure it was receiving.

It was opening up a little to give out a little prolapse that is common for someone who receives anal. In between the wrinkled border of her asshole and the hair was soft and meaty. I now had a hand on my penis as I stroked it. Another splitting her butt as I used my tongue up and down and around her asshole.

It was wet with my saliva. The aroma that was arising from there went straight up my nose, inspiring me to put more effort into what I was doing. After I could feel an orgasm building I left my dick alone. I used both my hands to spread her butt cheeks.

Like a hungry animal, I licked the area with a dedication that I have never shown towards any act throughout my life. I wanted more, my mouth and my nose were between a tight, round, smooth, and firm butt. I could feel her ass cheeks pressing against my face.

I let them go off my hands. My face was now between her ass and I started caressing her thighs to make her feel loved. At the same moment she started thrusting her butt into my face. All this wasn’t met with a cold reaction. I could hear her moan and say ‘yes’ every time my tongue completed a lap around her hole.

In between I will use a finger to penetrate her anus, the tightest thing it ever came across. Inside was soft and warm and now I wanted my dick in it. I withdrew my face and kissed her butt cheeks. Now standing up I started finding a way into it.

I was nervous honestly admitting, I couldn’t penetrate even though I was rock hard. Partly because of the tightness and partly because it was my first time. So I asked her whether she has a lube. In response she spat saliva on her hands and applied it on her ass. I tried again only to fail at this attempt.

Soon I realized that my cock was dry. So I spit on my hand and lubed my rubber covered member and started rubbing it around her hole. This time she used her hand to spread a cheek aside making it easier for me. And Eureka, it is in. I could at that very moment feel her sphincter rub against my glans.

At this point I knew my dick was in her. So I start thrusting myself I could feel her sphincter tighten over my shaft. At this time she brings her arm behind grips my ass and says, “Don’t let it out now.’ I was hard and inside her and thrusting. She was now moaning asking me to thrust harder and deeper.

It was a frustrating Sunday evening in September. I had been to the market picking up medicines and groceries. I had no plans for a sexual escapade anytime soon. Rather I was hungry and in need of a cold beer and some smokes. I ate some finger food in the market making my stomach ready for a nice cold beer.

I drove around the town sipping on beer and smoking, noticing the everyday stupidity of people around. Also in my plans for the evening was to refuel my car as it was nearing to running on fumes. It is a long line usually to wait for your turn at the gas station but it was short this time.

And on many occasions whilst waiting in such lines, smoking I had noticed crossdressers prostituting themselves. In the dark side lane adjacent to the road where everyone will line up for a vehicular refuel, these finely dressed trans genders will ask people to come.

Men, young and old, rich and broke all will make rounds in an impression to find a prostituting woman. But will turn away after knowing the reality. But some who will go try them will come out happy and pleased. I had noticed this for quite a while ago.

And so tonight I was planning to venture near them and try their services. I have tried straight hookers a couple of times. They are abusive ill-mannered bitches with no regard for your purpose of attaining pleasure. So I felt like trying these cross-dressing hookers once.

Instead of driving into the usual lane, I drove straight into the side lane. No one was there until the end of it. I could see them sitting on a wall in complete dark, four of them chatting amongst themselves. I had my target locked. Turning around I switched to the main lane and got my car refueled.

It must have taken ten minutes or so, the longest of my life. I had a couple of condoms on myself and decided to use them instead of what the hookers usually provide. I doubt that they reuse them. Safety before pleasure is necessary. I request the reader to keep safe sex a priority because you have only one life.

Anyway coming back to the scenario I was building up. I parked my car a few paces from the station. I took the exact amount of money I supposed will be needed. I placed my phone in the glove compartment, locked the car, and started walking. I went up to them and in a rusty dialect I asked about the charges.

They must not have got what I said and with politeness one of them asked me what I said. This time I politely asked how much would it cost. It was what I had supposed it to be. So I gave them the cash and followed one of them. As a part of the deal I told that the rubber to be used will be mine.

It jumped over a wall just about 3 feet high into what I figured out was a park, now dark and deserted. As soon I entered the place I took no shame in unzipping my pants and taking out my limp member. I started stroking it in an attempt to harden.

I followed her for a few paces after which she stopped between a few trees and bushes. Still stroking my penis to make it hard I asked for her name. She was shying to tell but still replied and asked my name. After these obligatory exchanges that are usually not customary I simply took her name.

I said, “Please pleasure me.” She replied with a small laugh and caught hold of my dick. To my surprise unlike the hookers I had encountered in the past, her approach was gentle. She gently took a grip of my shaft and started stroking it.

Now I am duty-bound to describe this ‘Shemale’ to the readers. Must have been 5’10 and built more than average. Had sharp features, dusky skin, and had the right amount of makeup to hide the masculinity.

She hadn’t stuffed rag under her clothes to make up for breast. Instead what appeared that she must be administering herself hormones quite common amongst the transgender. She was wearing a red salwar kameez or ladies suit commonly worn in my country.

She had a particular fragrance that was floral. though not smelled very costly but also wasn’t a cheap one, must have been ittar. Whatever, all this made me nervous and excited. I always had an attraction towards shemales and trans men.

Now gently stroking me she can make my dick hard, but still it isn’t at its 7 inches of length that it attains. She now asks for the rubber and places it on my dick. She asks me to pull my pants and boxers completely down and reveal my member to her completely.

I do so and as my pants fall revealing my legs and crotch she gently moves her hand caressing my thighs and my butt. Her touch is so warm and gentle that it sends me into a fit excitement that makes my legs tremble. Caressing my waist, thighs, and butt with one hand and stroking my penis with the other she looks at me.

She asks me to be calm. I try to control my trembling and take deep breaths. Seeing that I am ready to go she takes my dick in her mouth, slowly using her lips to press against my glans. She uses the same motion but increases the pressure each time.

She starts to blow me full-fledged as a professional, stroking my shaft with a hand and pressing her lips against my glans. My dick head is now swollen and I notice that she took a few nibbles on it, a pleasure I have never encountered. I am trembling and my legs are shaking.  She again asked me to calm down.

I take control of my legs and straighten myself up. At this she goes back to work sucking my dick applying the right pressure and strokes. She looks me in the eye while doing it and it complements her with grunts, moans, and by saying, “It feels so good.”

She stops smiles at me and grab hold of my balls and says, “Yes, it’s fun,” and gets back to work. This time with more fervor and intent as if she was enjoying pleasuring me. Now things were in a perfect tune her mouth worked my penis. One hand was caressing my right thigh and waist.

And her other hand was gently squeezing and rubbing my balls. I was so aroused and excited. I rose my polo shirt above to my chest leaving my midsection completely naked. Noticing this lust ignited in me she started to deep throat me.

She left hold of my balls and start rubbing both her hands on my tummy gently cratching it with her nails. She stops to catch a breath and at this moment I asked, “How is my dick, is it good?” She gives a nice look holding it from the end of the shaft.

My member now completely engorged with blood pleases her sight. She asks, “Will you fuck me with it?” At first I was not able to figure out what she said. But when she repeated those words I knew what she wanted. Crossdressers usually pleasure their patrons with a blowjob.

They are skilled at it and make people orgasm and discharge by just oral skills. But my penis at a length of the 7 inches and a girth of around 3 inches must have been something exciting for her. I said, “Yes I will love to put this into you.”

She gave me a four or five strokes deep throat and stood up to undo her salwar. She drops it down as she turns around to reveal a behind that was thick and round and as shapely as it should be and utterly feminine. She bends over and spits on her fingers and applied the saliva between her butt cheeks.

With this act I could figure out how tight her butt is as it didn’t yield even a bit. Her fingers disappeared in between its two halves.

Hai friends, ithu oru gudumba kaama kathai enbathai munadiye therivithu kolgiren. En ammavai naan eppadi sex seithen enbathai ungalidam pagirugiren, vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam.

En peyar Muthu, vayathu 19 aagugirathu, en ammavirku vayathu 45 aagugirathu. Avargaluku kanavan kidaiyaathu, vithavaiyaagave 10 varudamaaga irukiraargal.

Naan kalluri muthal aandu padithu varugiren, en siru vayathil irunthe naan kai pazhakam seithu varugiren. Intha vayathile en sunni 7” perithaaga valarnthu irukum, enaku oru annan sunniyai epadi kai adika vendum endru soli koduthaan.

Muthalil iru viralgalaal sunniyai pidithu adipen ippozhuthu sunni perithaaga valarnthu vitathaal sunniyai irukamaaga pidithu adipen.

Appozhuthu thaan sunniyil vinthu athigam varum, moodum athigam vara aarambikum. Kalluri selum varai en ammavai sex seiya vendum endra aasai vanthathu kidaiyaathu. Aaanal kalluriyil tamil kama kathaigal padika aarambitha piragu thaan ammavai sex seiyalam endra aasai vara aarambithathu.

Amma eppozhuthum urangum pozhuthu matum avargal kuthiyil kai vaithu irupaargal.

Athai naan munbu elam ondrum theriyaathathu pondru irupen, anaal avargal moodil irupathaal thaan kuthiyil kai vaithu irukiraargal. En amma mulaiyai paarthu sight adika aarambithen, amma mulai perithaaga irukum. Iravil naangal ondraaga thaan paduthu uranguvom, appozhuthu amma mulaiyai paarthu kai adithu kanju vara vaipen.

Amma guninthu velai seiyum pozhuthu mulai pilavai vaitha kangal edukamal parthu kondu irupen. Amma naan avargal mulaiyai paarthu rasithu kondu irupathai parka vilai, nandraaga guninthu kanbipaargal.

Enaku aasi vanthathu amma mulaiyil ippozhuthu vaai vaithu paal kudika vendum endru. Amma meethu aasai aasaiyaaga irunthathu, amma sothu superaaga irukum.

Avargal soothu vatamaaga sexiyaaga irukum, amma udal vadivam 42-40-44 size irukum. Parka velaiyaaga azhagaga irupaargal, ippozhuthum amma sila naatkal kuthiyil kai vaithu kondu uranguvaargal. Sila natkal en kaiyai avargal mulai meethu vaithu koluvaargal, naan aazhantha urakathil irukum pozhuthu appadi seiyuvaargal.

Pothuvaaga avargaluku intha vayathil kuthiyil athigamaaga aripu edukirathu, athanaal thaan ennai nerukamaaga paduka vaithu kondu avargal kuthiyil viral podugiraargal.

Naan tamil kama kathaiyil magan ammavai sex seivathu pondru ezhuthi irunthathu. Athai en naam enaku amma udan kaama uravu kola kudathu endru oru ennam manathil irunthathu.

Amma kulikum pozhuthu pin vazhiye vanthu en amma nirvaanamaaga kulipathai paarthu kondu irupen. Avargal mulai perithaaga pazhuthu irukum, athu matum indri amma kuthiyil viral poduvathaiyum kuliyal ariyil paarthu viten.

Amma kuthiyil iru viralai vittu vegamaaga aati viral potu vittu kulithu mudithaargal, ammavin periya mulaiyai paarthen.

Amma mulai perithaaga pazhuthu maam pazham polave irunthathu, enaku athai paarkum pozhuthu vaaiyil echi uuriyathu.

Amma mulaiyai meendum oru murai vaaiyil vaithu sappi suvaika vendum endru aasaiyaaga irunthathu. Amma kuthiyilum vaai vaithu naaku poda vendum endru aasai patten, appozhuthu thaan amma naan azhaikum pozhuthu ellam kaamam seiya varuvaal endru.

Amma kulithu mudithu vital, pinbu aadai anivatharku padukai araiku thaan sendru thuni maatruvargal. Naan udane padukai araikul sendru viten, amma pavadaiyil mulai meethu kati kondu padukai araiku vanthaargal.

Amma mulai meedai ulle irunthu paarthu vittu pinbu veliyil vanthen. Amma ulle sendru kathavai thazhpal pottu kondu thuniyai maatrinaargal.

Andru iravu amma arugil thaan paduthu kondu irunthen, appozhuthu amma nandraaga urangi kondu irunthaargal. Enaku indru ammavai nirvaanamaaga paarthathil irunthu moodu athigamaaga irunthathu, mulaiyil kai vaithu thadavalaam endru oru ennam manathil vanthu vitathu. Ama mulaiyil thunguvathu pondru kai vaithen.

Amma ennai udane thirumbi paarthaargal, naan thukathil mulai meethu kai podugiren endru ninaithu kondaargal. Aanal mulai meethu irunthu kaiyai eduka villai, amma avargal kuthiyil kai vaithu viral poda aarambithaargal. Naan nandraaga amma mulaiyai pidithu kondu irunthen, pinbu en sunni nangu viraithu irunthathu.

Amma athai paarthu irupaargal, sunni nangu viraithu thuki kondu irunthathu. Porvaiyaal sunniyai enal ippozhuthu maraika kuda mudiyaathu. Aanal naan ammvai kati pidika aarambithen, katti pidikum pozhuthu en sunni amma thudaiyil patu urasi kondu irunthathu. Ammavai irukamaaga kati pidithu kondu irunthen.

En sunni viraithu irupathal amma naan uranga vilai enbathai kandu pidithu vitargal. Aanalum moodu thanga mudiyaamal enai kati pidika vitargal, amma mulaiyai irukamaga pidithu thadava aarambithen.

Amma meethu eeri avargal meethu paduthen, appozhuthu en sunni viraithu pundaiyil sorugi irunthathu. Amma mulaiyil vaai vaithu suvaika aarambithen.

Jakit udan vaaiyil vaithu suvaika aarambithen, pinbu amma mulaiyai jaktil irunthu veliyil eduthu athai paathen. Amma kangalai thiranthu thaan irunthathu, ennai paarthaargal appozhuthu naan amma ithazhil kiss seithen. Ammavum ennai ithazhil kiss seithaargal, kiss seithu mudithu vittu mulaiyai suvaika aarambithen.

Iru mulaiyaiyum veliyil eduthu ondru ondraaga suvaika aarambithen, amma mulai suvaika suvaika nandraaga irunthathu.

Pinbu amma kuthiyil kai vaithu thadava aarambithen, amma hmmmmmmmmmm endru munarinaargal. Amma pudavai matrum pavadai irandaiyum idupu meethu thuki kuthiyil vaai vaithu naka aarambithen.

Amma pundai eeramaaga irunthathu, athil suranthu irukum thiravathai suvaithu vittu nandraaga nakai ootaikul vittu naka aarambithen. Amma ennai oru vithamaaga paarthu kondu irunthaargal, naan sontha ammavai sex seigiren enbathaiye maranthu poi viten. Ammavirkum athe ennam thaan manathil oodi kondu irunthathu.

Engal uravai maranthu sex seithu kondu irunthom, amma kuthiyil iru viralai ulle vitu aati konde sappa aarambithen. Pundai uthadil en vaaiyai poruthi urinthu kuthiyai nakinen. Amma haaaaaaaaa hmmmmmm hmmmmmmm endru munari konde irunthaargal. Pinbu amma vaaiyil en sunniyai eduthu viten.

Amma paduthu kondu vaaiyai thiranthu kanbithu ooka vitargal, amma vaaiyil en sunniyai vittu vitttu eduthu oothen. Amma ennai paduka vaithu vittu sunniyai pidithu vaaiyil vaithu urinthu umba aarambithaal, naan amma thalaiyil kai vaithu irunthen. Amma sunni munaiyai naakal naki urinthu umbi konde irunthaargal.

Apadi urinthu irukum pozhuthu en sunniyil vinthu vanthu vidum unarvu vara aarambithathu, ena seivathu endru theriya vilai.

Amma sunniyai sapiyathil en sunniyil irunthu vellai vinthu amma vaikul sendrathu. Amma en sunni kanjai oru sottu kuda vidamal sappi urinthu kudithu vitargal, pinbu mendum sunniyai sirithu neram sappi viraika vaithu vittu kuthiyil sunniyai vittu ooka solinargal.

Amma meethu paduthu kondu sunniyai kuthiyil vitttu ooka aarambithen, amma kuthi perithaaga irunthathu. Irukam kuraivaaga irunthaalum okka jollyaaga irunthathu, amma kuthiyil sunniyai aazhamaga iraki matter adithen. Amma haaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaa hmmmmmmm mmmmmmm endru munara aarambithaargal.

Munara munara ooka aarvamaaga irunthathu, sexiyaaga sunniyai kuthiyil vittu oothathil ammavirku moodu eeri pundaiyil velai vinthu kasinthathu.

Appozhuthu en sunniyai veliyil eduthu vittu pundaiyil vaai vaithu vinthai kudika aarambithen. Amma pundaiyil vadintha kanjai anaithaiyum sappi kudithu viten, pinbu ammavai doggy nilaiyil vaithu soothil sunniyai vittu ooka aarambithen.

Soothil oopathu irukamaaga irunthathu, amma sothu perithaaga irunthathu ootaiyil sunniyai vittu vegamaaga okka aarambithen. Kama kathaiyil soothil oopathu sugamaaga irukum endru solli irunthaargal athu pondru thaan amma soothil oopathu sugamaaga irunthathu. Sexiyaaga soothil oothu kanjai irakinen.

Sunniyai veliyil edukum pozhuthu soothil irunthu vinthu kasinthathu, ammavum naanum kati pidithu kondu paduthu uranginom. Ini thinamum amma kuthiyil oothu ulasamaaga irupen. Engalin tamil kaama kathaiyai padithu rasithatharku migavum nandri.

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Let me continue with my experience of what happened. I am sure you all need no introduction about us or as to how we look, since it was done in the first part (link above).

Please read the first part for you to understand the continuation.

I and my 21-year-old son Raj reached home filled with embarrassment. I was flushed all through the journey and even after reaching home, I did not know how to react or even what to say any further. I guessed Raj was also going through the same thing since he did not even look at me, forget saying a word.

Once inside the house, my son quickly retired to his room and locked himself up and so did I. The previous night’s incident was flashing in my head in images as if it was a dream. I was still not able to believe or digest what had happened.

I tried to convince myself that it was the momentary lust and heat that took us over and that I can get over it soon. Not sure when I went to sleep, I woke up for a phone call from a friend and realized the time was almost 2 in the afternoon.

I had not cooked anything, so I hurriedly went out taking a glance at my son’s locked room and went to the kitchen. The only food I could make quickly was upma since the hunger was killing me.

I realized my son also must be hungry. Once done with cooking, I set the dining table and with all the courage, I went and knocked on his room. Without saying anything, Raj just opened his door looking at the floor. I did not know what to say but I just muttered, “eat something” and went back to the dining with him following me.

We had a very silent lunch. Though the food was made fresh and was hot, the lunch sure was very cold. The air was tense and grim and both of us knew why. Raj ate quickly and as I was clearing the table, he was walking back to his room. I decided to end this ‘cold war’. So I asked him to wait in the living and that I needed to talk to him.

I saw him standing still for a minute thinking something before he moved to the sofa and sat with his head still down. I finished my work in the kitchen and went and sat next to him.

Heart beating fast again, I held his hand. Moving closer to him, I put my other hand around him over his shoulder.

I was trying to console him and convince him that what had happened should be forgotten and that I hold no grudge against him nor was I angry with him. First time in the last 12 hours or so, he looked up at me. Raj smiled and said that he loved what happened and was just worried as to how I would take it.

I was a little taken aback with his words, but the fact was that even I loved what had happened. But being a woman and his mother, I could not probably express myself so freely. But I did smile at his statement.

Raj moved closer and asked if we can just kiss again and he wants nothing else. My heart skipped a beat and started beating so fast. I wanted to say a big “NO” to him and move back but my body had a mind of its own again. It bent forward towards him proactively taking his lips into mine and sucking the lower lip of his.

My son did not need any further invitation. His hand held my face pulling me to him that I was almost sitting on his lap, sucking, licking, biting and chewing his lips. He seemed more confident this time. His hold over me was strong like a man and not that of the boy I knew. His lips were sure strong enough to suck mine and chew it.

He darted his tongue into my mouth searching for mine and playing with my tongue. He kept passing his saliva into my mouth during the kiss and I sucked it all without hesitation. That kiss, was the best kiss I have ever had in my life.

His hands now left my face and moved down my neck to my breasts.

I had no idea what had happened to my instant reflex which should have ideally pushed my son’s hands off. Instead, my hands went down over myself, and holding the helm of my top, pulled it off from over my head in a jiffy, throwing it down on to the floor. This let his hand roam freely over my bra covered breasts.

I moaned softly in his mouth with our lips still not pulled apart. He hugged me as he still kissed me. I wanted that gentle hug, but in a moment I realized that the hug was only to take off my the bra hook from behind me. I let my bra fall down too without hesitation, showing my still firm breasts to my own son!

Raj then broke the kiss, looking into my eyes first and then at my breasts. He smiled appreciatively before his hand reached to one of my breasts. “I want to suck them again” he said in a whisper.

Even before I could nod an “yes”, Raj bent forward sucking on my right nipple first and then sucking my breast into his mouth.

He kept sucking my one breast as his other hand was kneading my other. My hands involuntarily went to his head, holding it to me and I whispered, “Suckle on my breast like a baby. Like you used to when you were a baby”.

I guess he was happy hearing that, he smiled and started suckling on my breasts slowly, one after the other, taking turns with his hand kneading and squeezing my other breast.

Then he stopped it all, moved a little back looking at me now when I had a question mark on my face. As if he understood I had a question, he smiled asking me to get up. As I did, he did not wait or ask permission before pulling my skirt down along with my panties, letting both fall to my ankles.

He immediately asked me to step out of it and me like an obedient lady did step aside kicking my skirt and panties along with my top and bra. I was standing naked, stark naked in front of my son now. I was not feeling shy or embarrassed but proud of my body and feeling happy about my son admiring my naked body.

Raj sat back admiring me as a whole. He was intermittently asking me turn around so he could see me completely. And surprisingly, I did as he wanted me to without any hesitation. It must be the slut in me had woken up and all I wanted and craved was for this kind of attention since long.

Raj stood up. Holding my hand in one and the other around my back over my waist, he gave a little push asking me to walk with him and we went to my bedroom. The bedroom where my ex husband and me used to have all the fun, my marital bed.

Once in he smiled at me asking,“I know you had your first night on this bed, ever had a first day?” It did not make any sense to me, but my head was a little dizzy with my son asking me that now.

Raj did not hesitate a bit any more. He made me sit on the edge of the bed as he sat down on the ground in front of me.

He pushed my legs apart and placed his head between and in one swift move, he darted his tongue into my pussy. I gasped for breath at that moment with my legs spreading wider to accommodate him. I held his head lovingly and my son did not need a push to lick my wet pussy now.

His tongue felt like heaven now. Twirling inside my pussy, at times tickling my clit, his tongue reaching and rubbing the inner walls of my pussy. As his tongue went deep inside me, his lips covered my pussy lips, sucking it.

My body jerking in pleasure. A blissful heavenly pleasure which is being give by my own son.

I moaned that I was going to cum. He immediately moved back smiling and teasing me. He said, “Not so soon, amma.” I was upset that he did not know that a woman can cum multiple times without any problems. But I did not want to upset him and decided to teach him once he is a little satisfied.

I smiled at him when he started stripping and got naked standing in front of me. The same image from last night flashed in my head but this time in real, it was much better. I had a much more confident man in front of me.

My son’s cock was standing 90 degrees from the ground, defying all laws of gravity. He moved forward a bit, standing in front of me with his cock reach my face. I knew what he wanted. I gulped his cock in my mouth. It was the second time that I was doing it.

I sucked it hard this time, really hard – like a vacuum cleaner sucking everything in.

Leaving it out, I held it with my hand my other hand holding his balls. I kissed the head, maintaining eye contact with him and smiling. Then a gentle lick on the head, letting my saliva drool over the cock-head. I was spitting a little on the head, letting it trickled down the shaft.

My tongue was licking all the way down following the saliva drip down reaching his balls. I sucked my son’s balls for a quick minute before licking all the way up to the head again. I again gulped his head into my mouth, sucking it, holding the shaft with one hand stroking it and my other hand playing with his balls gently.

As I continued sucking him, I let my tongue flick over the head of his cock a few times.

His cock started to throb and he wanted me to stop. I wanted to finish this by sucking him off and making him cum. But he pulled back asking me to move back on my bed.

I moved back, he pushed me back making me lie down. He came and sat next to my naked body, letting his finger run over my entire body, head to toe, creating goosebumps as his hands moved up and down. But all the while, he kept looking into my eye, smiling.

“How does this make my sexy mother feel?” he asked and I could not respond anything.

My son suddenly stopped it all, moving himself over me. He pushed my legs wider with his legs and lied down over me. His cock was almost at the entrance of my pussy. His face came to mine giving me one quick kiss, moved over my shoulder, lying down on me with his full weight, leaving no gap between our bodies.

Then my son whispered in my ear, “Amma, now you will have to help me go inside you” and he jerked his hip a bit.

I moved my hand down and held my son’s hard cock and guided it to my pussy, spreading really wide. But before I could let him push inside and guide him inside me completely, I whispered back, “Are you sure you want to do this?” He instantly responded, “Yes, let me enter where I came from, please” as he licked and nibbled my ear lobes.

The point of no return. I guided the head into my pussy pushing it a bit and he thrust himself into me fully. He was surprised that my pussy could take his entire cock inside.

I started grinding my hips with his cock inside me and he started moving slowly. He was pulling out and thrusting his cock a bit slow and gentle. He was scared of hurting me in the process.

I asked him to thrust all that he can and telling him not to worry. He started thrusting more aggressively after that. Slowly, he went on to pounding me and making me moan loud. Good thing we did not have any guest at home or else, people would have been able to hear what was happening inside.

My horny son kept thrusting me hard and wild but not rough. I liked that very much.

Then, in one swift move again, he got his hands under me and carrying my entire weight up, he made me sit on his lap with our legs crossed behind each other. He looked into my eyes, smiled and started kissing me as he pulled me over him now.

He lied down with me over him. We broke the kiss and he wanted me to ride him. He wanted me to sit back and ride so he can see my body completely. He wanted to see my breasts jiggle as I ride him.

So I sat on him with his cock still it was inside me. Being the shameless slut that I am, I moved back giving him a complete view of my body and started grinding over him. My waist was going in circles and up and down, with my pussy lips sucking his cock.

Raj kept looking at me for a while before his hands reached up to play with my breasts – cupping them, rubbing them and kneading them.

His cock started throbbing again. He was going to cum. He asked me to get off him so he will not shoot inside me. But I had different plans. I had no intentions to move away.

I held his hands tightly, bending down and started kissing him real hard as I increased the pace of my grinding him and I felt it finally. I felt my son’s cock erupt inside me, spurt after spurt hitting the walls of my pussy.

My pussy walls started contracting with the warm spurts hitting on them. My pussy was milking my young son’s cock. With that, my body shivered, my back arched and I fell on him totally with all my weight as my pussy release the juices with his cock still inside me.

We were lying like that for a few minutes when I felt my pussy leaking the mixture of juices. His cock had gone soft and was slipping out of my pussy. Lifting one leg up, I got down from him seeing his cock and balls covered in our juices. I saw him lying there, relaxed, eyes closed and smiling.

“Thanks for taking my virginity” was all he said, without opening his eyes. I smiled feeling happy and inside that I was able to help him.

I pulled him out of the bed winking and saying, “It is just the beginning, my dear. You have a lot more to learn. First, let’s go clean ourselves together” as I held his cock which showed signs of coming back to life again.

My hand went to my mouth with my tongue licking the slimy mixture of juices from my hand. As we both walked towards the bathroom together, all naked!!

Hello, My Dear Readers. We have all been affected by the lock-down. We have all grown tired of being in quarantine. But there are a lucky few who consider this period as a blessing.

This is the story of 21-year-old Kapil, who easily had his way with his elder brother’s wife, thanks to the lock-down. Happy Reading!

“What happened Bhabhi? Why are you crying like this?” I asked my sister-in-law, Manisha, seeing her sob vehemently. I was sleeping, and I had just woken up hearing her scream and shout.

“Kamlesh is stranded in Delhi. I told him so many times not to go. He is stuck there. I am so worried about him. I don’t think I will ever see him, again.” She continued crying, losing her breath as she continued explaining to me the developments.

It had been only a few minutes since the central government had announced the lockdown, keeping in mind the serious threat posed by the virus. I was sleeping, and I had no idea about it.

I had been following the news. But I never thought it was something we had to worry about. I never thought it was something that would affect people like this.

And, it was only once Manisha bhabhi told me all about it, I understood the seriousness of the matter. Like many people around the world, my elder brother, Kamlesh, also, was grounded and helpless.

I immediately called my parents. They had gone to visit my elder sister, who lived in the neighboring district, with her husband’s family.

“We are fine here, Kapil. But I don’t think we can come home, today. All the roads have been blocked,” my mom said as soon as she answered the call.

“Stay home, okay, son. Be a good boy, and take care of Manisha. Kamlesh had just called telling me she is heartbroken. Your brother is more worried about his wife than his own safety. Try to console her, okay. Tell her it is nothing to worry about,” my mom continued.

“Is Kamlesh okay, mom?” I asked.

“He is. Don’t worry about him. He is big enough to take care of himself. He is already trying to get in touch with one of his friends there.” My mom, too, was very bothered about this but tried her best to not sound upset.

Manisha bhabhi was wearing a red-colored cotton kurti, she often wore at home, along with her black leggings. She was a very pretty woman, in her mid 20’s, but today looked devastated. She was sitting on the floor, with her head leaning against the wall, tears rolling down her eyes. It was a very sad sight.

I knew I had to do something about it. I knew I had to calm her down. I was the only man at home. In fact, I was the only other person at home. I could hear her phone ring, but she was in no mood to answer. I had to do something.

I was still a very young boy, very pampered, and had never had to do something of this sort. I was just not ready to handle a situation like this. I took a deep breath. I walked towards her, hoping I can help her relax, and convince her to believe everything will be fine.

I was now only a couple of feet away from her and was just about to start talking when I noticed the unbelievable amount of her milky cleavage that was on display. The low light in the room had kept the very obvious fact hidden all this while.

Her dress was completely disarranged after all her swift and anxious movements and actions. And, she was clueless about it, as she continued to weep.

She had never lived away from her husband after their marriage. This was the first time, my brother could not take his wife along. It was a sudden trip, and also one with a hectic schedule. She was reluctant to let him go, at first, but then agreed. And, the worst possible happened.

Manisha bhabhi was in a state of shock and had no idea about how her clothes were letting her down. She was in no mood to care either. She was scared for her husband. She was too naive a woman, despite being married for close to 4 years.

But, for somebody who has always taken the extra effort to cover herself, realizing that a large part of her gorgeous rack was left exposed, would have been a shocker.

Manisha bhabhi was very fair, and always kept herself very fit. Her dressing too was always very sensible, and never faced criticism.

It very much surprised me that she had such big busty boobs. This was, of course, the first time I had seen her in a vulnerable position. But her deep voluptuous cleavage just blew me away. The thin straps of her black bra, only made her look even more seductive.

She did not have a very thick and bulky figure, and her bust would have been sized 34, at maximum. But they were definitely e-cups. They were definitely the biggest I had seen my whole life.

At 21, I have had my share of fun. I have been getting laid with my girlfriend, on a consistent basis. I have been doing her a lot of good. My 6-inch penis was not the biggest around, but always got the job done, and I was happy with my sex life.

But getting turned on from the unexpected exposure by my own brother’s wife felt exceptionally special. I was very aroused and very hard. I do not remember having an erection this big, anytime lately.

I was ogling at her tits, as she stayed idle. As if she was waiting for me to have as much fun as I could with the very sensual view she was offering me. I, myself, felt stuck, with everything happening. And, was brought back to my senses by my mother’s call.

“Listen, Kapil. Don’t panic, okay. The lock-down period has been announced, It is 3 full weeks. There is no way we can come home anytime soon. And it is the same as your brother, too. Convince your Bhabhi, okay. Please. Only you can make this better,” my mom stressed.

The devil in my mind did immediately manage to tell me how wonderful a time I was going to have with my innocent sister-in-law. She looked nothing less than a damsel in distress, full three full weeks. But, the responsible family member in me, was not just ready to fall for it.

I felt like I was the man of the house. I had to do something. And, I told myself this was not the time to lust for her. Though my penis projected out of tight boxers, way too much, I knew I had to start a positive conversation, right away.

Manisha bhabhi and I were always good friends, and she used to take care of me just like my mother did. She served me food, washed my clothes, and was there for me whenever I needed. She was a girl of today but also had rich traditional values. This was my turn to repay her kindness.

I went close to her, bent down, and tried talking her out of her current disturbed state. But, each time I completed a sentence, she would only cry even more. I just did not know how to make her feel any better. I finally decided I should have her get up from the floor, and sit on the sofa.

I requested her to please get herself up. But, she was not ready to even listen to me. When none of my requests worked, I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to use my strength. I grabbed her by her arms and tried to force her up. She was heavier than I thought, and it wasn’t easy.

And finally, when I managed to pull her up, using all my muscles, I had no control over my own body. I was unbalanced, and in the process ended up falling with my back hitting the floor. And, the very next second, I felt Manisha bhabhi also fall on me.

It was a hard fall. It hurt, a lot. The entire weight of her body was on me. But, I was in no position to feel any of it.

She was on top of me, and all I could focus on was the fact that her huge melons were being groped by me. My hands had gleefully caught each of her tits, in reflex, when she came crashing down on me.

Manisha bhabhi gasped, and she was startled. I was not mauling her, but I could not ignore the fact I felt her hard nipples poked on my hands.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, as she looked at me, biting her lips, unintentionally, and still laying on top of me.

“I am so sorry.” I wanted to say, but no sound would come out from my mouth.

I tried taking my hands away. But with the whole of her body on me, I only ended up squeezing her tits more, causing them to pop out. The fleshy boobies of my sister-in-law, were just a few inches away from my face, now.

“Aahh… You are hurting me,” she said, in her soft voice, but never suggesting I should stop.

I knew I had to end this. I somehow managed to take my hands out. But, now, had her directly crushed against my chest. I could feel her milk tankers on my warm body.

But, more importantly, my own hard prick, that pushed against her all this while, felt even more inside her. It was the strangest situation I had ever got myself into. It felt weird. But, I could also not stop thinking of it as the hottest moments of my life, so far.

I saw her look straight into my eyes, and I could not escape her glance.

“I am sorry, Manisha bhabhi. I was only trying to…” was all I could finally say. I watched her get up, with her left hand covering her exposed hooters. She immediately adjusted her dress, the way it was meant to keep her hot body covered, and gave me a sly smile that completely left me bemused.

I just did not know what she meant to convey. She had felt my dick, on her. That was a sure thing. She would have noticed the hardness of it, too. But, what was it that her sultry face tried to suggest.

“What does she really want? She was wrecked all this whole, and out of everything I tried doing, this was what that brought out a smile on her face?” I thought to myself.

I got up from the floor and looked down instantly. I was still having a raging hard-on. She had definitely felt it. There was no way she could have missed it.

“Now, was she trying to tell you she liked the feel of it? Do you think she wants more of it?” I was asking myself when I heard Manisha bhabhi’s voice.

“Yes, Kamlesh… No… I am fine. It is okay… I did not see your call. I was just lost in thoughts. You please stay safe, okay… Call me when you reach there… Yes, he is here… Kapil is home… What? Yeah? No… I think that is a good idea… And, yes, that is just what we will do! You don’t worry about it.”

I listened to her conversation with my brother, even as I continued to assess the entire state of affairs.

“It was your brother,” Manisha bhabhi said, in her usual sweet voice, but, with a teasing smile.

“I hope he is fine, bhabhi,” I quickly replied. I was glad she was talking to me, and also that she did not say anything about our little ‘misadventure’ to my brother.

“Yes, my dear boy. Kamlesh is fine.  But, he has asked you for a big favor. He wants you to do something for him.” she said, sounding unusually excited.

“What is it, Bhabhi? I will get it done right away.” I said.

“No… No… You don’t have to hurry, Kapil. It’s nothing to be done right away. Unless you really want to… Hahaha… I mean… You have time till the night.” she said, teasing me even more.

“What is it?” I asked a little more sternly…

“Well, he wants you to…” she left the sentence incomplete.

“Wants me to…” I prompted.

“Hahaha…” she just laughed.

“Tell me… Please!” I said.

“Well… Kamlesh, your brother, wants you to… sleep with me!” she said, shocking me.

“What?” I could not believe what I heard.

“Why are you acting so strange? He just said he wants you to share the bed with me tonight,” she continued, with no change in tone.

“What on earth?” I sounded very unsure…

“Hahaha. He asked me to have you sleep in our room!” she finally clarified.

“But, why?” I still did not think it was necessary.

“Hahaha… I don’t know… That is what your elder brother wants… And, he is no position to explain everything. And, so I did not ask him why. And, maybe, you too should not. So, no more questions, please… You are sleeping with me tonight!” she declared, with delight clear on her face.

I was sure it was a harmless idea suggested by my brother. And, only because he did not want his lonely upset wife to sleep alone. But the way she presented it to me made it sound extremely twisted.

She made it look like I was not asked to just sleep in his room. She made it look like I was not asked to just share the bed with his wife. She made it look like I was not asked to just sleep with his wife.

She made it look like her husband wanted his brother to fill his wife. At-least, she wanted it.

Half of my young oscillating mind said she meant nothing evil. And reminded me of all the times she used to mess with me, for fun. It tried telling me she has always been like that.

But the other half was adamant she was begging me to take her. All I could hear it say was that tonight was going to be only the first of the many sin-filled luscious nights to follow.

To be continued.

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Let’s come back to the present (read first part). Like promised, my husband didn’t touch me after that day. And Michael came home daily to fuck me. After he left that day I took a bath. When I came out with my body covered by a towel, my husband came inside.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“You might wanna dress sexy for tonight,” he said. We were going to his boss’s housewarming party.

“So now you’re trying to help me in getting fucked?” I asked as I removed the towel and started searching for a dress in the wardrobe. He hugged me from behind. I could feel his medium-sized penis poking my ass.

“Should I tell Michael?” I asked.

“Please honey I miss your body. I can’t resist. Lately, your hotness has increased tenfold” he said as he squeezed my melons

“Yeah no thanks to you. It’s all for Michael not for you,” I said and removed his hands. I turned towards him and asked “Now tell me, why do you want me to dress sexy?”

Before he could answer I interrupted him and said “Be honest or I will make sure that you leave the place embarrassed”

“My….. Boss. He’s kind of a pervert. If you manage to seduce him, I might get a raise” he said. He felt a bit ashamed to say this. But it was a good opportunity for me

“Your boss. Tell me about him,” I said

“He is almost 50. He stays fit but he will look a bit old. He likes young women. I’m pretty sure he will fall for you if you make the right moves.”

“Ok. But how am I supposed to seduce him in front of Arun?” I asked

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of him,” Ashok said.

“No you can’t. He’s momma’s boy.”

“Ramya. Trust me on this.”

“Ok now get out. I want to get dressed.”

“Honey at least give me a blowjob,” he begged.

“That’s too much for you. Get out. Quick!”

He left the room. I wore a black transparent saree tucked below my hip. In addition to this I wore a silver waist chain that my husband gifted me for our 10th anniversary. My son and husband were waiting for me to finish dressing. When I came out not only my husband was mesmerized on seeing me.

“Come on guys let’s go,” I said. They came back to senses. We started walking outside.

“You look so hot,” my husband whispered in my ears. When driving Ashok was rubbing my thighs when my son was busy on his phone. We reached the house. When we entered his boss’s wife greeted us. Then a guy who matched Ashok’s description walked towards us.

“Is he your boss?” I asked my husband quietly.

“Yes,” he whispered.

He came and hugged me straightaway.

“Ashok, I didn’t know you’d bring your wife,” he said and shook hands with him.

“I’m Vikram, dear. May I know your name?” he asked and kissed my hand. I blushed and said, “Ramya.”

“It’s always a pleasure to see beautiful women blush,” he said and made me blush even harder.

“You guys want a tour? It’s a huge house,” he said.

“Not now sir, we are tired from the travel,” Ashok said

“I would like a tour,” I said.

“Very well then come on” he said and put his left arm around my hip. Arun, my son stayed with Ashok.

His house was a huge place, the garden was so huge, you could even play golf there. As time went by Vikram’s grip on my hip grew stronger. I’m pretty sure once he took his hand that region would’ve turned red.

Finally, he took me to his room and he finally took his hand off me. It had a very luxurious king-sized bed. And a see-through bathroom.

“So? You like my house?” Vikram asked

“Yeah, I love it. It’s cool,” I said.

“You want anything to drink, dear?” he asked. I nodded no.

“Don’t be shy. I have wine, beer, vodka. Just tell me. Let me treat you,” he said.

“There is also another way to treat a woman,” I said. I think he understood what I meant. He came towards me and cupped my cheeks. Our lips started moving close to each other.

“Vikram, come down. Mr. Anurag is here,” his wife shouted.

“Perfect timing,” he said quietly and shouted, “Coming,” to his wife waiting outside.

“It’s a good thing you closed the door,” I said. We both laughed.

“I have to meet this guy. But I don’t wanna miss you. I’m sorry beauty, but I have to go,” he said. I kissed his cheek and said, “Go. A woman will wait for her man.”

“What do you mean? What about your husband? It will take time. Your husband will most probably leave before I finish talking with this guy,” he said

“You’re his boss. I’m pretty sure he’ll obey you,” I said

“But, don’t mistake me. We can’t do it here too, my wife and my son will be here,” he said

“Oh. So there’s no other way?” I asked with a sorry face

“My old house is still unoccupied. I can have my driver drop you there. But you will have to wait for some time till I get there.”

“As I said, a woman must wait for her man.”

He smiled and kissed my lips.

“Wait here, I’ll go and talk to your husband,” he said and went out. He came back after 10 minutes.

“What happened? I was so freaked out,” I said as I hugged him.

“I had to speak to Anurag and give him an excuse to meet you,” he said

“So? My husband is convinced?” I asked

“I told him that you passed out after drinking wine and my wife is taking care of you. I’m sorry you might have some problems at the house tomorrow,” he said

“Not a problem,” I said

“My driver is waiting for you outside. He has my number if you want to talk to me call me,” he said and walked me to his car.

Throughout the ride the driver was checking my body through the mirror. I got a call from Ashok. I didn’t attend. Then he texted me, “I know it. Just attend call me.” Yeah, of course, he knows it was his idea I thought to myself and called him.

“So what have you guys planned?” he asked.

“He asked me to wait in his old house and he will come after some time,” I said.

“Ok honey. Thanks for doing this.”

“I’m not doing this for you.”

“I know but still, it will help me somehow.”

“Did Arun suspect anything? Is he worried about me?”

“No no. He’s fine. I told him I’ll pick you up before midnight,” Ashok said. He expected an answer from me

“I don’t know. But I’ll be there before he wakes up. Take care of him. Bye,” I said and hung up.

We finally reached his house. Even his old house was almost as big as his new one. I had the keys. The driver waited outside but he kept looking at my ass as I was opening the door. Then I looked back at him and asked, “Want to come in?”

He was shocked and said, “Yes, madam,” and followed me in. Still, the house had an electricity connection and a few furniture like sofa and bean bags. I turned on the light and sat on the sofa.

But the driver was still standing. He was a bit old. He had gray hair and a little belly fat. He was a typical 40-year-old unlike Vikram.

“Sit down. I’m not the owner of the house,” I said. He laughed and sat down.

“All the fans and ACs are moved to the new house?” I asked him

“Yes mam. I think so. If we go to the terrace it will be a bit cooler up there, mam,” he said. So we went upstairs. It was very chilling up there. The wind was blowing very fast. My saree pallu dropped down due to that.

I didn’t care about it as I was enjoying the wind. Suddenly he pinched my hips. “What are you doing?” I shouted

“Nothing mam, an ant was crawling there, that’s why I killed it,” he said. He tried to act as if he was innocent but I knew why he did that. I smiled and he smiled back too

“Madam it’s very cold up here. Can we go downstairs?” he asked

“I have a trick to heat you, ” I said and knelt. I slowly rubbed his cock over his pant. Then I unbuttoned it and pulled it down. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His thick black cock was already hard and poked my eye the moment I pulled down his pant.

I slowly moved his foreskin back and started sucking his cock. He ejaculated his cream within 5 minutes. I swallowed it and said, “I expected a little more from you.”

“But madam I am a very aged person. What can I do?” he asked as he put on his pant

A text came to the driver’s phone.

“Madam, it’s from sir. He wants to let you know he’s on the way,” he said

“Ok you go and wait in your car. He can’t know about this,” I said

To be continued.

Hello dear readers, sorry for keeping you waiting. But as they say, better late than never. Here I am back with another part of my story. My stories are slow to unfold so please have patience and enjoy.

I woke up in the morning and gathered all that had happened in the past few days. From making innocent TikTok videos we bro-sis duo had entered into a new realm of modeling and professional photography. It was my passion to be a pro photographer and Anu didi wanted to be a supermodel.

Everything was going well or was it? Should we continue this? Because till now it was just me n Anu didi but involving a new person was risky but mostly I felt jealous because somewhere I was lusting for my sister’s hot body and wanted to be the male model in the photoshoot.

It was Sunday and my mom was at home so the shoot was automatically canceled. In the evening my sister asked me to take her shopping. We hired a cab and went to a nearby mall.

On the way I told her that I didn’t want her boyfriend Vikram to part of this. She took it normally and gave no particular reaction.

Anu didi, “Don’t you want me to shoot with a male model or you just have a problem with him?”

Me “I just don’t want these secrets to be exposed. You can’t trust people these days.” She gave a thoughtful expression and said, “Abhi, he is a good guy and I trust him. If not him then whom do you want to be involved.” I kept quiet for a few minutes and then I told, “I will be the model.”

She just smiled and grabbed my face and put it on her chest and slowly started caressing my hair. I could feel her boobs on my face, her left nipple was just an inch away from my mouth. The cab driver was also enjoying my sister’s body through the rearview mirror.

She was wearing a white crop t-shirt that exposed her navel completely while her boobs seemed to partly come out due to tightness.

Anu didi, “Abhi, I understand your concern about me. But to be a model you need to have a body with well-toned muscle, abs, and good height. And also tell me if you will do shoot then who is going to be the photographer?” in a motherly tone.

I had no answer to this and she was completely right. Neither I had looks and nor we had a spare photographer. It was better to take photos at home than in a studio in front of all those people.

Anu didi, “Don’t worry he is working for free, and don’t be so jealous the entire share is yours.” By saying this she took my hand and kept it on her breast slowly pressing it from above. I looked at my sister’s face and looked at the rear-view mirror to check if she knew that the cabbie could see us.

The driver was constantly looking and my sister knew it and she was knowingly doing this to tease him. After we reached the mall I told her that she was a cocktease to which she winked and said, “It’s my job to tease cocks and horny guys by exposing my hot body. I just never knew what my body could make.”

We entered a shop and started shopping. The shop had no customers and only a bunch of staff in a black tidy shirt and pants with spiky hair. They all looked good but one guy stood out in particular. He was one who was helping out my sister in choosing a dress.

I just sat on a chair and watched them. It wasn’t new to watch guys ogle my sister but this time my sister was acting slutty. She was purposely displaying her assets to that guy by bending over in front of his face for different excuses.

After she was done with selecting she called me and told me to get inside the changing room. I was shocked to hear and so was that guy. To which she just raised both of her eyebrows and said, “You have already seen everything it’s not new for you so just get in.”

I looked at the guy and he was continuously staring at my sister’s face and boobs with lust like he too wanted to get inside. I just kept quiet and went inside the darkroom. It was a bit larger than other changing rooms. I gave her some hand gestures asking what she was doing.

She laughed and said, “Just keep quiet and enjoy. I am doing this to make you comfortable to watch your sister with another guy.” She started stripping one by one and I sat there dumbfounded watching her.

She completely removed every piece of cloth from her body. Standing nude giving me a view of her divine figure once again. Each time I saw her, my lust kept growing and I just wanted to fuck her then and there. She started trying on dresses and kept asking for my expert advice.

It was blurred by the scene of her pink nipples and pussy mound and she had no objection to it. Anu didi, “I like this dress but it is a bit lose. I have to get it right.” She opened the door wearing that dress and called for that earlier guy and told him to bring a measuring tape to fit this dress to her.

He quickly came back and she called him inside and told him to lock the door. It was a dark maroon sleeve-less one-piece reaching her upper thighs. I was sitting on the chair observing all that was going on, keeping track of Anu didi’s dirty mind.

He started taking measurements and my sister raised her arms directly upwards revealing her armpits. He looked at her face and saw her smiling which made him bold. He brought his face towards the right armpit and started smelling while his hands measured her chest slowly brushing her boobs.

My sister was enjoying this and so was me. The voyeuristic desire took over and it seemed so arousing. He kept on moving his hands over my sister’s body in the name of the measurement. Anu didi took his hands and pressed even tighter on her boobs.

She said, “I want it to be very tight. I want them to look bigger.” The guy was enjoying and he glanced over me and saw my hand on my crotch. Anu didi, “I think you have to check my ass too, I want it to be super tight there.” He nodded and bent down on his knees with his face behind her ass and hands on her waist.

The view was outrageously hot and my dick was super hard. All I wanted was to masturbate watching a stranger groping my sister. Anu didi saw me rubbing my dick over my pants. She smiled and brought one hand on her boobs and started pressing them while she pushed her ass on that guy’s face rubbing it.

After a few seconds, he became bold enough and started massaging my sister’s thighs touching her bare skin. I didn’t know how far Anu didi would allow him. He slowly then raised his one hand and pushed it inside the cloth trying to reach her pussy.

Anu didi then removed his hand and said, “I think it’s enough now. Can you get it delivered it to our house?”

He started to gather his breath and senses and hurriedly he replied, “ Mam, it’s Rs. 500 charge for home delivery.” Anu didi took a finger and rolled in his face telling, “Oh is it? But we are so busy these days can’t you come and drop it to our house personally on behalf of me?”

He was very happy to hear the offer and straightly said, “Sure mam, as you wish.” He went out with a smile and looking at me. After the payment, we came out and took a cab back home.

I was horrified by my sister’s actions. She was turning into a slut now seducing strangers. I tried to confront her by saying, “WTF was all that Anushka?”

Anu didi, “What did you say? How dare you yell at me and call me just by my name? All this new dress, mobile, the camera is all because of me. Don’t you dare raise a voice against me! Btw you were enjoying it. I didn’t see this anger then. I did all just to see if you were comfortable watching me with another guy or not. Which now I am sure you can’t.”

Anu didi, “I will directly go to their studio and shoot with any guy they provide, and then you will sit shaking your dick in your hands.”

Me, “I am sorry didi, I will never repeat it. Please, don’t do this to me. I will do whatever you say.” I was scared by her I also thought it’s her choice and if she is okay with it why am I interfering and no matter I was enjoying all these.

Anu didi looked at me and said, “Its okay baby, I am doing all these for us, and it’s fine if we enjoy a bit in the process its part of the game. And I am not a slut who would let a stranger fuck her with his cock just in front of my dear brother,” smiling and caressing my inner thighs.

Me, “Didi I think we should tell mom about all these because at some point she will know about all this.”

Anu didi, “you don’t worry about it, I will handle it myself.”

After we reached home I went to my room and took a shower. After an hour I came outside for dinner and saw my sister and mom talking about something on the dining table.

Mom, “Abhi, you didn’t even tell this to your mother.” She said with a big smile on her face. Both Anu didi and mom were looking happy and looking at me and I gave them a fake laugh.

Mom, “I am proud of you two my daughter is going to be the next supermodel and my son the best photographer.”

Anu didi “mom, Abhi has some issues with me taking pictures with a male model he is being protective about me.”

Mom looked at me and said “Abhi, don’t be so prude you can’t make movies with females only,” and they both started to laugh. Little she knew what and how we were capturing and how her daughter was so eager to become a model.

Mom “Look I have no problem with it or what so ever. I think you should go ahead and just enjoy it.”

After dinner we all went to our respective room. Till then I had made up my mind to look at it as professionally as possible and remove all the biases for my sister. It was around 10 pm when my sister came inside the room while I tried to sleep.

Anu didi, “Abhi, are you awake?” I nodded and said, “What happened?” She said, “Listen na, Abhi I wanted some pictures of mine can you take some.”

Me, “you need now at night, why do you need it?” She handed her mobile to me and started removing her top. Anu didi “Just get up and take it.” She removed her top and pressed her boobs pushing her tongue outside.

I just took a few poses of her naked breast and gave the mobile to her. She did something on her mobile and she came and sat beside me. I looked at her screen and saw that she had sent it to Vikram. I got to know what was going on behind the scene.

He replied, “Oh, baby those titties are so cute. I want to bite them. Kisses.” She was smiling. He also sent an image of his upper body which showed his 6-packs and wide muscular chest. He had a very manly body and his nipples were brown and erect. His jawline was visible but not his face.

My sister opened the image and we both were looking at it. Anu didi, “Abhi, isn’t he hot? Look at his abs, they look so delicious I want to kiss it. And his nipples are so erect.”

“I am sure you like it too don’t you, Abhi,” she whispered in my ear. I just nodded and said, “Yes his body is nice.” Anu didi brought her tongue on my face and started licking it circling my ear. Another text was received which read, “Babe can you send me your pussy, my dick is dying to get inside it.”

She replied, “Sure babe but you have to send me your dick then.” Wink emoji. Anu didi gave her mobile to me and started removing her pajamas and panties getting completely naked.

She then went towards the wall and pushed herself on it exposing her shapely ass while looking behind at camera.
Click… click…

She then sat on the bed keeping her legs wide wither two fingers opening her pussy lips. This was the first time I could see inside her pussy lips it was glistening with pre-cum.
Click… click…

Anu didi, “Now send it to him and wait for his message.” She sat on my bed. I received a message, “Babe, your pussy looks so hot I will cum in seconds. Btw, who is taking this picture.” I said this to Anu didi and she told me to reply that it’s you. “Are you sure I should send this?”

Anu didi, “Of course, the baby he already knows it.” So I replied, “It’s me, Abhishek, his brother.” He replied, “Oh, cool man. You take great pictures dude.”

I went near Anu didi and sat beside her waiting for a reply. He then sent an image of his dick after which Anu didi took mobile on her hand and started zooming on the image.

Anu didi, “Abhi, look at his dick, it is so big isn’t it? Can you see that pink dickhead and a drop of pre-cum on it?”

It was huge. I was amazed by his size. My sister caught me staring at his dick and said, “Do you like his big veiny fat cock Abhi?”

Me, “No, I mean, and yeah it’s big that’s it. I am not interested in another guy’s dick.” She chuckled to it and looked at my eyes.

Anu didi “Don’t be embarrassed, Abhi, just because your sister has caught you looking at a big fat cock doesn’t mean you are bi or something. You might have watched lots of dicks while in peeing outside in college and all.”

Anu didi, “It’s just fine to admire such thick cock and it’s beauty. Everybody likes big cock it’s nothing to be ashamed of baby,” whispering in a sultry tone. Her dirty talk got me excited and she knew it was turning me on.

Me, “I am not admiring his dick, you making me look at it” and I looked the other way.

Anu didi, “Oh, am I making you look his dick. So bad just don’t look then. But its better you get used to it as you are the one will be taking pictures of it later.” He again sent a pic of him cumming all over his chest.

Anu didi looked at me and said, “Abhi, look at all this cum. It looks so yummy isn’t it? I would love to taste his cum. I am so eagerly waiting to suck on his cock.” My dick was completely hard till then.

Anu didi “I am so horny now, I want to cum so bad. Btw, why are you so hard is it because of me or this fat cock?” I gave an angry expression to her to which she laughed again.

Anu didi, “Don’t panic bro I am just pulling your leg. I know you are horny because your sexy sister is naked sitting beside you. Now, go take care of your arousal while I will check on my sweet dildo.”  Winking she said and started to wear her clothes back.

She went towards the door and turned back, “Abhi, tomorrow we shall have our photoshoot think about some good poses.” She smiled and went.

This is the end, for now. I will be back again soon. Please, email me your feedback. Email id: [email protected].

Hi all! I am a family man with a loving wife, but she doesn’t know about my crossdressing. It just so happened that she had gone to her mother’s place during her pregnancy, and I got ample time for my crossdressing.

I did all of my shopping on Myntra and bought myself some nice soft satin sarees, dresses, gowns, tops, high-heel shoes, a makeup kit, perfumes, and loads of bras. I was waiting for the delivery like a curious kid waits for their birthday gifts.

Finally, the day arrived and the Myntra package deliveries started. I unboxed everything and felt the touch of all the soft materials, smelled them, and tried them all on. When I did not fit into some of the dresses, I was disappointed, but I decided to have them exchanged was.

For the sarees, I was going to need blouses, so I went to a local shop nearby and searched for some readymade blouses. None of the blouses they had were of my size, but I finally found one which I could have altered.

When the tailor asked me for the measurements for alteration, I asked him to alter it to my size. He looked stunned for a moment, and then started laughing. I told him that I needed the blouse for a drama in which I would have to wear the blouse. He looked skeptical, but then he agreed and took my measurements and altered it.

When he saw that I was quite anxious and shy, he must have understood that the blouse was not for any drama. But he didn’t say anything about it, and I was also quiet. He altered the blouse, and handed it to me.

When I got home with the blouse, I started draping a saree after watching several video tutorials. First, I put on some nice, soft satin panties, and then a figure-fitting petticoat from Zivame, which was very sexy. I had also purchased a waist shaper and hip pads, which gave me good support and a well-defined shape to my waist and hips.

Then I wore the blouse. I admired the tailor a lot for the fitting he had done. It was awesome! Next, I started draping the saree and it came out to be pretty perfect. I wore some bangles and put on some bright red matte lipstick. Next, I wore a wig and applied kajal and mascara. Because I had my ears pierced, I wore some pretty, heavy jhumki earrings and roamed around the whole house like a beautiful little girl.

I was so excited from handling those bangles and walking around holding my saree, and my jumping breasts that I was going crazy and started touching myself. Later, I decided to go further, as I had a lot of good times waiting ahead before my wife would return.

Now, I got dressed in sexy outfits and roamed around the home, cooked, did all the housework until I was tired and then I changed into a nighty. I decided to stay in girls’ clothes since it was the weekend and I didn’t have to go anywhere. All dressed up, I went through some social media and then dozed off.

The next morning, I wanted to get some more blouses stitched for all the sarees I had purchased on Myntra. I also wanted some dresses stitched. So, I gathered all the blouse pieces and changed into my male clothes and went to the tailor to ask about the stitching.

At the store, I had to wait, as there was a queue and some other customers. Once they had all left, I went to the tailor, and our conversation went like this:

Tailor: Hi bhaiyya, what do you want?
Me: Please stitch these blouses for me.

And then I gave him my measurements from the day before.

Tailor: (With a long stare) I don’t stitch women’s clothes.
Me: Bhaiyya, I told you. It’s for my drama. Charge me extra, but please, I need these blouses.

Tailor: I already stitched you a blouse for your drama yesterday.
Me: We have a lot of costume changes in the drama, so I need more blouses.

Tailor: Sorry bhaiyya, I can’t stitch these for you. Please leave.

Then, I gave him a slip with a 2000 rupee note and smiled at him. He also acknowledged me with a smile and I returned to my home. On the slip, I had written asking him to come to my place if he wished to see the drama rehearsal himself, and I had mentioned my address.

It was a Saturday and I was feeling pretty lazy. I wanted to feel completely feminine and have a full womanly experience, so I decided to wear my wife’s sanitary napkins. It was a different experience, so soft, and the way it touched my balls was so satisfying, I felt like I was in heaven.

Then, I started doing some household chores, when I heard my doorbell ring. I got a little concerned, as I was in a nighty and a wig and was wearing makeup. I looked through the windows to see who it was and saw that it was the tailor.

When I opened the door, he kept looking at me for two minutes, and then he asked me to call my husband. I started laughing and told him that I stay alone. Then, he showed me the slip I had given him, so I took him inside and closed the door.

When we were inside, I told him that he was looking for me. He was shocked and said that it was hard to differentiate me from a real woman.

Then I asked him whether he would stitch the blouse for me now.

Tailor: You didn’t rehearse for me. How can I believe you?

Me: I am a crossdresser. Please understand. Charge double if you want.
Tailor: Oh! Ok, I get it. You’re like a transgender person, right?

Me: No bhaiyya, this is different. Please just stitch the blouses for me.
Tailor: I will charge you less than the market price, but I have a condition.

Me: What is it? (My heart was beating at a hundred beats per minute)
Tailor: You must try the blouse with the saree in front of me, in the shop when I stitch it.

Me: That’s not possible, bhaiyya, please understand. I will give you double the price.
Tailor: I can’t compromise on my condition.

He was staring at my huge boobs and sexy lips. I must say, I really looked like a sexy, hot lady when cross-dressed. Any male would want to take me to his bed. Noticing the bulge in his pants, I went closer to him and took his hand in mine and started rubbing it. I asked him again, “Please, bhaiyya, please, please, please?”

The tailor was trying to approach my boob, but was stammering, saying, “No, no, no, no!” So I took his hand, and put it on my boobs and started making him squeeze them.

The tailor’s face lit up, and with a glow on his face, he was pumping my boobs. So I said again, “Please stitch it?”

Tailor: I will change the condition. I will get those blouses to your home. You will wear them here, in front of me, with your sarees.

I looked like the emoji with hearts in its eyes and agreed excitedly.

He showed me loads of patterns for my blouses. As he was showing me the patterns, he kept his leg on my thighs and started massaging it.

I chose sleeveless, mega sleeve, and 3/4th sleeve patterns for my blouses. I wanted tie-up front closures. For the other blouses, I chose bells and some other work. On one blouse, he told me he would design a piece that I just needed to just tie onto my chest. I said ok and paid him the advance.

He told me he’d visit me again with the blouses in three days and left.

After getting intimate with him that day, I wanted to get fucked by him in my ass, and I wanted to look good in my sexy new blouses. I informed my manager that I wouldn’t come to work on Tuesday or Wednesday and started preparing for my grand fuck session.

Wait for the next part of my story for further updates…

I was horny I was excited and I plunged myself upon her. I was trying to force my dick into her but she was really tight. After a few attempts, I was able to enter her. She stood up and said that I am being nervous. To which I replied that she is very tight.

In a lustful voice, she replied, “What to do if I am?” to which I replied, “It’s good, let’s try again.” It wasn’t just me who was horny at the moment. I could hear her panting, her moaning, her requests to fuck me. I tried again, I couldn’t and asked her to help me put it in.

But despite both our attempts it will not go into her ass. So she took some more spit and wet her hole I tried again but her ass won’t yield. I have been involved in anal play and anal masturbation as soon as I reached puberty. I knew how to make a butt yield.

So I rubbed a finger between her ass cheeks and slowly shoved it in while saying, “It should be done gently and nicely.” I started fingering her anus to which she started moaning with pleasure. I could hear her muttering, “Yes yes fuck me, it feels good, keep doing it.” This aroused me even more.

Her anus must have been pre-lubed by her because I could feel it was wet. The saliva must have been just for the orifice. There must have been a lube of some sort in it. My finger in her ass felt so nice to me. It was warm and tight inside and it was so soft to touch the walls. Also it was throbbing inside.

After some time I tried again to enter. I think I made it but couldn’t complete the task. Also I noticed that the struggle to fuck her was making me soft. I started stroking my penis while rubbing my finger in her ass crack. I soon started to notice an aroma arising.

I don’t remember when I bent over. I spread aside one half and put my tongue in her ass crack. How do I describe her reaction? She was ecstatically moaning and I sunk my tongue even deeper into her crack. I was salivating like a hungry dog. I could feel my saliva wet her crack drenching it.

The smell that my nose was encountering must have been a mixture of both our salivas, some of the condom’s lube, and a lot of her sweat. It was arousing, I could taste something tangy her ass was pressing against my cheeks so tightly. My cheeks were sinking into my mouth.

It was something I had never done and it felt so good. I was rimming a man dressed as a woman who was moaning and panting with every stroke of my tongue. It was enough. I now want to fuck her, fuck this ass. I was so lusty so passionate.

I withdrew my face from her ass and instantaneously inserted my middle finger into her anus. Bending over her I asked if she likes it. She says yes. I compliment her tightness to which she asks me to fuck her. Her kameez had a deep cut on the back revealing her shoulder blades.

I kissed her there a few times caressing her thighs her butt. I again attempted to penetrate but to no avail. Fuck it, I knew what was pleasuring her and also pleasuring me. It was my mouth and her ass. So I go down on my knees grab hold of her ass, spread it, and start eating it out.

Her moans were killing the silence, asking me to do more. So I spread her ass wide, open my mouth wide, and target the tip of my tongue at the sweet spot.
All this must have been an experience she never had. She was enjoying every bit of it and so was I.

She was thrusting her butt into my face. Her soft skin was rubbing against my face. all this while I was stroking my cock nearing orgasm when I stopped. Now she wanted my dick and for that we initiated an effort. This time my dick will pass through her sphincter up her ass. She moaned as I entered.

She extended her arm back and pressed against my butt saying, “Don’t let it come out.” I started thrusting her. It was so tight and warm inside, her asshole squeezing against my shaft. I took hold of the tree and started to thrust wildly keeping my calm not to climax early.

She was bent in front of me moaning, “Fuck me, yes, fuck me, please harder fuck me.” I kept on to her words and kept thrusting I could feel her anus tighten around me. I kept going for some time and felt like an orgasm building, I held on to it for a little more while.

I pulled up my polo shirt and her ass was touching against my belly. I couldn’t hold on so I bent over her kissing her back as I orgasmed. While I was cumming I kept thrusting until everything came to calm. It was my first full-blown intercourse and it was with a crossdresser male, a shemale.

But not even a bit it felt awkward. It was better than having sex with a woman. Whatever you may call her, I refer to her as a ‘she’ because she was every bit feminine in pleasuring me. I was every bit a lusty male top pleasuring her throughout.

At the end of it she removed the rubber asked if I was satisfied. I think I will go again to try others and get kinky with them. She was a thick body type. I will look for slimmer ones for a change.

I hope you enjoyed reading my experience and that it helped you with cumming buckets. If you are a transgender reading this and have found anything offensive please let go. And to other readers, I will say that trans people even while selling their bodies are very much human. We should treat them with respect.

Always use a condom for your sexual pleasures and never force raw sex on anyone. Health is important, we all have one life, enjoy but with responsibility.