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Hi friends, indru kathaiyil en ammavai eppadi oothen enbathai indru ungalidam pagirugiren.

En peyar Vickey, naan kalluri padithu kondu iurkiren vayathu 22 aagugirathu. Enaku appa ilai, amma matum thaan irukiraal. Naangal vellore mavatathil vasithu varugirom.

En amma peyar Selvi, thinamum naangal ondraaga thaan paduthu uranguvom. Muthalil en amma meethu enaku entha kama ennamum varamal irunthathu, eppozhuthu kama kathaigalai padika aarambitheno appozhuthu thaan enaku en amma meethu kama ennam vara aarambithathu. Amma udan magan konda kama uravu kathaiyai padithen.

Athai padithathum en ammavai ooka vendum endra aasai vara aarambithathu, en amma parka miga azhagaga irupaargal. Iru mulaiyum perithaaga pazhuthu irukum, amma meethu kaama aasai vanthathil irunthu avargal azhagai rasika aarambithen. Amma ennai chelamaga valarthaargal, en ammavirku tamil nandraaga padika varum.

Ammavum kama kathaigal padithaal en meethu kama aasai vanthu iruvarum sex seivom endru thitam poten. En amma velaiyaaga irupaargal, en appa karupaaga irupaar athanaal naanum karupaaga thaan irupen. En amma paal velaiyaaga irupaargal, avargalin mulaiyai paarkum pozhuthu en sunni viraithu vidum.

En ammavum siru vayathil kanavarai ithanthavargal, avargal kuthiyil veru entha aanum enaku therinthu oothathu kidaiyathu. Ippozhuthu ammavirku vayathu 42 aagugirathu, intha vayathilum parka ilamaiyaaga iurpaargal. Amma thinamum kulithu vitu pavadaiyai mulai meethu aninthu kondu aadai matra varuvaargal.

Appozhuthu naan ammavirku theriyamal paarpen, amma mulai miga azhagaga irukum. Avargalin mulai meedu azhagaga therinthathu, pinbu mutti varai azhagaga therinthathu. Thinamum amma thungum pozhuthu avargalin mulaiyai paarthu kai pazhakam seiven. Thinamum sunniyil vinthu vara villai endraal enaku thukam varathu.

Amma mulaiyai paarthu kai adipen, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa amma mulaiyai paarthu kai pazhakam seivathe oru thani sugam. Eppozhuthum porvaikul kaiyai vitu kai pazhakam seiyuven, oru naal porvai ilamal kai pazhakam seiya aarambithen. Amma ethirchiyaaga nan seivathai paarthu vitargal, avargal paarkum pozhuthu naan sunniyai porvaiyai vaithu maraithu viten.

Intha vayathil seivathu thaan elame endru avargalum athai periya vishayamaaga eduthu kola vilai. Ennal thinamum avargal mulaiyai parthu paarthu kai pazhakam seithu mulaiyai kaiyil pidithu parka vendum endra aasai vanthathu. Amma idupu meethu kaiyai pottu kondu paduthu uranginen, amma nangu urangiya piragu thaan kaiyai idupil poten.

Amma ezhunthu kola villai, kaiyai porumaiyaaga nagarthi mulai ku mel vaithen, haaaaaaaaaaaaa amma mulai kambu pudaipaaga irunthathu. Naan vazhkaiyil ippozhuthu thaan muthal muraiyaaga mulai meethu kai vaithu thadavugiren. Amma mulaiyai thadavave inbamaaga irunthathu, oru kaiyai amma mulai meethu vaithu kondu maru kaiyai sunniyil vaithu adithen.

Andru udane sunniyil vinthu vanthu vitathu, ippadi thinamum amma urangiya udan amma mulai methu kai vaithu kai pazhakam seithu kondu irunthen. Iravu 2 maniku amma mulaiyai pidipen appozthu thaan amma ezhuthu kola matargal endru. Iravu 2 maniku aazhntha urakathil irupaargal, athai enaku sathagamaaga aaki konden.

Ippadiye thinamum poi kondu irunthathu, aanal enaku amma meethu irukum kama ennam athigarika aarambithathu. Ammaudan matter poda vendum endra aasai manathil ezha thudangiyathu, ammavai oru naal en mobilil kama kathaiyai padika vaika thitam poten.  Muthal murai ammavin arugil mobile phone vaithu irunthen.

Amma en phonenai adikadi eduthu parpargal, athanaal kama kathaiyai padithu vitu athai appadiye vitu viten. Amma oru naal en phone eduthu paarthaargal, avargal naan amma magan kamam seiyum kathaigalai padithu irunthen enbathai avargal paarthu vitargal. Aanal athai udane mudi vaikamal kama kathaiyai padika aarambithaargal.

Naan athai ozhinthu irunthu paarthen, udane sendral kathaiyai padiika matargal endru avargal padithu mudikum varai paarthu kondu irunthen. Amma manathilum en meethu kama ennam ilamal irunthaal udane ennai ketu irupaargal aanal naan selum pozhuthu avargal ondrum theriyathavargal pola nadanthu kondaargal.

Amma manathilum kama aasai irukirathu endru enaku therinthathu, avargal tamil teacher athanaal tamil kama kathaiyai vegamaaga padithaargal. Andru iravu iruvarum ondraaga paduthu irunthom, amma en arugil paduthaal, aanal en mugathai parka villai. Antha pakam thirumbi soothai enaku kanbithu paduthaargal.

Amma soothu sema sexiyaaga irunthathu, athil en sunniyai vaithu theika vendrum endru aasaiyaaga irunthathu. Amma soothu vatamaaga idupu sirithaaga soothu perithaaga irunthathu, ena nadanthaalum parava illai endru amma soothil en sunniyai vaithu theika sendren. Sunnikum soothirkum sirithu thuram thaan irunthathu.

Aanal naan theika villai amma soothu arugil en sunnniyai vaithu therikalama vendama endru kathu irunthen. Appozhuthu amma avalin soothal en sunniayai idithaal, naan amaithiyaaga sunniyai kanbithu kondu irunthen. Amma soothil en sunnni patathu, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa kama sugamaaga irunthathu, soothu pilavil en sunni matikondu irunthathu.

Amma meethu en kalai potu soothil oopathu pola aatinen, amma amaithiyaaga irunthaargal. En soothil avargal thaan sothai vaithu theithaargal, athanaal naan thairiyamaaga irunthen. Amma mulai meethu kai vaithu thadavinen, pin puramaaga ammavai kati pidithen, en sunni amma soothil patu urasi kondu irunthathu.

Haaaaaaaaaaaa athai ninaithu paarkum pozhuthu enaku ippove moodaga irukirathu, amma pudavaiyai thuka mudivu seithen. Porumaiyaaga amma pudavai matrum pavadaiyai kalil irunthu thukinen, thudai varai thukinen, amma thudai antha iravilum velaiyaaga therinthathu. Amma uranga vilai enbathu matum enaku theriyum.

Ena seivathu moodil ethaiyum parka vilai, avargalai oothal pothum endru irunthen. Porumaiyaaga amma pavadaiyai thukinen, iru soothum velaiyaaga sexiyaaaga therinthathu. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa antha soothil kai vaithu thadavinen, enaku migavum pidithu irunthathu amma soothai thadava. Soothai thadavi vitu amma kuthiyil kai vaithen, kuthi kozha kozhavendru irunthathu.

Iru viralai amma kuthiyil viten, pinbu en sunniyai pantil irunthu veliyil eduthu amma kuthiyil soruginen. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sugamaaga irunthathu, ammavai ooka aarambithen. Amma pundaiyil niraiya neer suranthu irunthathu. Vegathai sirithu athigam seithu sunniyai muzhuvathum amma kuthiyil iraka mudiya villai. Sunniyai mudintha varai kuthiyil iraki ooka aarambithen, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ena oru sugam.

Sunniyai kuthiyil irunthu eduka mathe vara villai, amma mulaiyai pidithu kondu vegamaaga ooka aarambhithen. Haaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hmmmmmmmmmmm endru amma munarum satham ketathu. Appozhuthu thaan therinthathu amma vizhinthu irukiraargal endru, oopathai niruthave illai vegamaaga oothu konde irunthen.

Amma pundaiyil irunthu neer en sunni muzhuvathum aanathu, pinbu sunniyai kuthiyil irakum pozhuthu loosaga irunthathu. Sunniyai veliyil eduthu amma soothil iraka aarambithen, sunni ulle irangum pozhuthu irukamaaga irunthathu. Sunni muzhuvathum soothil oothu oothu irakinen, sunniyai mela ulle kutha aarambithen.

Amma kuthiyil oopathai vida soothil oopathu thaan sugamaaga irunthathu, sunniku athigamaaga irukam kidaithathu. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa amma soothai vatamaaga pidithu okka aarambithen, haaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa endru amma munarinaargal. Sugathil munarugiraargala alathu moodil munarugiraargala endru theriya vilai.

Soothil vatamaaga oothu konde irunthen, en sunniyil vinthu varum sugam ear patathu. Sunniyai vegamaaga amma soothil oothu en sunni vinthai soothil irakinen. Ammavai irukamaaga kati pidithu konden, pinbu sunniyai veliyil eduthu pudavai matrum pavadaiyai keezhe iraki viten. Pinbu amma en pakam thirumbi ennai kati pidithu kondu uranginaar.

Nalai ennai paarthu netru nadanthathai veru yar idamum solathe endru solinaargal. Naan sari amma endru anaithu parkalaiyum kanbithu solinen, innum en ammavai naan matter potu kondu thaan irukiren. En ammavai ootha kathaiyai padithu rasithu irupeergal endru nambugiren, nandri vanakam.

Mumtaz rested another 15 minutes on that table. She had a satisfaction that she had never got. She moved her hand between her legs. She was still dripping wet. Mumtaz got up and took the lingerie her admirer had kept it on the table. She didn’t wear it. She was wet, and she didn’t want to spoil the lingerie with her juices.

Mumtaz pulled back the straps of her top and pushed her boobs back into it, then adjusted the skirt. Draping the shawl over her breast, she walked out of the room and jumped into the partially open elevator.

It was just her and a young man inside. He couldn’t stop staring at her butt. Mumtaz tapped on the parking lot button and adjusted her skirt then growled at him “Pervert!”

Back at home, Mumtaz had to touch herself once more, then she took a bath. Wearing the bathrobe, she walked towards her phone.

“You touched me, but I don’t even know who you are!”

“You will know! But not yet.”

The reply wasn’t what Mumtaz expected, but she was satisfied. Mumtaz was in a world of her own from then. She felt loved physically and mentally for the first time. She felt like a man is waiting for her in bed the first time. She felt like she could open up her thighs and invite him inside. She was in lust land.

It has been 2 whole days since the admirer had contacted her. Mumtaz was depressed but fully active in her case.

Dressed in formal black trousers and a black jacket with a white shirt inside and a white tie, Mumtaz was dressed like a professional lawyer.  Mumtaz had started an attraction to trendy colorful lacy lingerie and bought at least a dozen from ‘Enchanted.’

Right now, Mumtaz was wearing a pinkish white lacy lingerie with floral patterns inside her suit. She had worn a bra with padded cups, which made her breasts look larger.  But the head veil still couldn’t be eliminated.

“So, I guess you are well prepared!” Alex had an asserting voice.

“Don’t worry! We are all set,” Mumtaz replied.

Mumtaz and Alex were waiting beside the room near the courtroom. It was their first hearing, and Alex had paid a hefty amount to Mumtaz. Alex was pleading, ‘Not guilty.’ Almost everyone knew he was guilty. But what they didn’t know was he knew where he hid the gold.

“Just say you were wrongly accused,” Mumtaz gave instructions to Alex, “There is no enough evidence to accuse you,” Mumtaz continued. “Make sure you don’t say anything out of what we have prepared.”

Mumtaz would never leave any loopholes for her opponent. Not that any opponent could match her level of intellect. Mumtaz’s face lit up when her mobile vibrated. It was him.

“Hello, sexy woman!”

“Hello!” Mumtaz replied.

“I know you are at the court. If you want to meet me, the gent’s washroom!”

That was not something Mumtaz would do. She had hardly 30 minutes for the hearing, and she would not even go near the gent’s washroom. “No! I have a hearing. Also, who the hell are you?” Mumtaz was trying to be rude.

“The man who did this to you!” came a reply with the same photo he took yesterday. Mumtaz resting on the table with her breasts popping out and skirt pulled up till her waist, exposing all of her pussy.

“Don’t even try to blackmail me!” Mumtaz replied, infuriated.

“No, never. Just showing you this. Trust me, I won’t leak this! Come to the gent’s washroom, you won’t regret this. I have a gift for you,” came another reply.

“Please, no! Maybe later the hearing and somewhere else” She texted him back.

“Hearing in 30 minutes, I will take hardly 10,” the reply was quick.

Mumtaz stared at her watch. She had just 28 minutes now. She looked at Alex. “Alex, go to the courtroom and wait. I will come there in 15 minutes.” She ordered at Alex.“Sure!” Alex trusted Mumtaz because she had never lost any cases.

Mumtaz grabbed her file with all the evidence and walked towards the gent’s washroom. She would never let confidential files alone, not even with her clients. She knew the value of information and how it can turn around verdicts. She stopped at the door of the washroom, she had the file on her left hand.

“Come in quick!” She got another text. Mumtaz looked around and gently pushed open the door, then walked in. Despite being a public washroom, it was very clean.

“Where…?” before she could complete her sentence, a pair of strong hands blinded her from behind. She could hear the door lock behind her. “Please, how long will you hide from me,” she begged.

“Long enough to make you dripping wet,” His rough manly voice said. He moved her slowly towards the hand wash area with mirrors. Mumtaz placed her file on the granite base. He pulled out her head veil slowly from behind.

He blindfolded her eyes by covering her face from just above her nose to the back of her head, where she made a bun with her hairs. Mumtaz looked like batman now.

“What’s with you and blindfolds, where is my gift?” she giggled.

“Wait, ma’am,” He whispered by kissing over her ears. His strong, rugged hands moved from the back of her head to her breasts. He squeezed them a couple of times over the jacket before going to her waist. He stopped as his finger found the buckle of Mumtaz’s black trousers.

He unbuckled Mumtaz’s trousers then quickly pushed it down through the sides. Soon as the elastic went down the curve of her ass, it slid down quickly. Mumtaz was standing in gent’s washroom without pants, and she arched to grind his groin.

“Not yet!” He was assertive. Then similarly, he rolled her panties and pulled it downwards till her knee. Then gently grabbing her naked butt, he pulled them apart, widening the ass crack. Mumtaz could hear him taking out something from his pocket.

With his fingers, he traced out the ass hole and gently touched it. Then whatever he had in his hands, he touched her asshole with it. It was made of metal and cold. Mumtaz shivered for a moment. “It’s a plug,” he moaned into her ears

Gently he rolled the butt plug at her asshole. The conical pointed end seems to go inside the hole a bit. Mumtaz tried to slither, and he held her tightly. It was well lubricated too. H rolled it gradually and let one-fourth of it inside her. With a hand, he covered her mouth to prevent any screams.

He knew this was her first time in ass, and she would moan. With all his might, he pushed half of it inside her asshole. Mumtaz let out muffled moans through his hand, or was it screams?

He was gripping her tightly. Mumtaz could guess he was about to do it, and then he pushed the entire thing inside. He took his hand away from her mouth. “Idiot, you don’t know how it pains, anal is against my religion,” she shouted but then reduced the voice.

“I know!” He said calmly and slapped her butt. Mumtaz wanted to scream, but she controlled. He kneeled and pulled up her panty then helped her buckle back her trousers. Before she undid her blindfold, he vanished. Mumtaz grabbed her file.

Mumtaz checked her watch. She was already late, and she wanted to run. “Ouch,” she moaned. The plug was ramming her insides. She walked slowly, gently increasing pace enough so that she was fast and not hurting herself.
“Where the hell were you?” Alex glared at her.

Mumtaz was late by 10 minutes. She apologized to the court and walked limping.

“Are you alright?” asked the judge from his podium.

“Nothing, your honor, just a sprain.”

Even if she told she had a butt plug up her ass, would they believe? The entire session, Mumtaz walked suffering the pain and enjoying the pleasure it gave. Initial pains had become a pleasure. She was wet inside her pussy despite debating with her foe. This was a win for her was sure. She never lost.

Alex cheered inside his mind. He was finally getting back his loot. But what Alex didn’t know was Mumtaz had an admirer and that admirer was sitting at the back of the courtroom. The stranger was swiping down his phone.

Mumtaz failed to notice that the admirer had clicked pictures of all the confidential matters regarding Alex’s case while pushing down the butt plug inside her ass with one hand.

“This is my game now!” the evil admirer thought to himself.

Send your valuable feedback about this sexual revolution to [email protected].

Thank you for all your feedback. Please read the first part of this story about my friend’s sexy wife to understand the situation better.

I’ll try to post the following parts as soon as possible. Also, the following parts would be a little more elaborate. This is neither a fictional story nor is she a roadside slut to just plunge my dick into her pussy. It took a lot of time for us to overcome everything and express our love for one another.

She was standing exactly opposite me, leaning on the balcony railing, while I was sitting on a sofa. The moonlight made her a perfect silhouette. Her structure and her hip curve were making me crazy.

Aaesha: What were you trying to do?

I lifted my head and answered her I wasn’t exactly doing anything. I was just looking, and I winked

Aaesha: And would you have stopped by just looking if I hadn’t moved from there?

Me: Maybe.

Aaesha: May I ask why are you interested in my navel?

Me: For me, the navel is the center of attraction for women, and I’d say yours is the best navel I’ve seen.

Aaesha: But I’m your friend’s wife. Is it right to see my navel like that?

Me: If you didn’t want me to see that, why did you change into that saree?

Aaesha: (kept quiet for some time) Ali spilled water on me, so I had to change.

Me: So you wear the sexiest saree now? When you’re going to sleep? You could’ve worn a nightdress.

Aaesha: I thought so too. But you asked why I didn’t wear that saree, so I wore it for you

Me: If that’s the case. Can I see your navel again?

Aaesha: Every chance you get, you want to see it?

Me: Every chance I get, I’d eat it. (and looked in her eyes)

Aaesha: Don’t get greedy, Mr.

Me: Is it a yes or a no?

She was staring silently into my eyes. I pulled her holding her hips and made her stand close so that her legs were between my legs.

Aaesha: What are you doing?

I was silent, moved her saree slightly, and was staring at her navel. I pointed my finger at her navel.

Aaesha: (she understood what was going to happen) No, Raja, stop it, don’t do it.

I slowly moved my finger, touched her belly, moved my finger, and started circling her navel.

Aaesha: (she let out a small moan and closed her mouth with her hand and stopped me) It’s enough, leave me now.

She sat next to me. She was silent and looking right in my eyes. I could see the lust building in her, but I wanted her to open up. She was sitting on my right. I started to smoke a cigarette and started drinking a Coke

Aaesha: Are you still hungry?

Me: What?

Aaesha: You’re drinking coke, so I thought you’re still hungry.

Me: (I wanted to try my luck) My stomach is full, but I’m still hungry.

Aaesha: (she got my hint) Oh, what is that hunger?

Me: Something I can’t say to you

Aaesha: (she moved close to me on the sofa and whispered) Oh, then tell me where you feel hungry?

I was getting an instant hard-on. I looked at her eyes and then my dick. She noticed my boner and opened her mouth and said, “Wow, it looks like you’re very hungry down there,” and patted on my shoulder. She leaned with one hand on the headrest facing me.

I was so happy that this double meaning conversation is still going on, making me hard. I can clearly see her midriff and her navel as her pallu has moved. I could feel the tension rising between us.

Me: So, are you gonna help my hunger?

Aaesha: I don’t think I can feed your hunger.

Me: Why? (with a sad face)

Aaesha: I don’t think I can cook that much to fulfill your hunger.

Me: I believe you can.

Aaesha: I don’t have your cooking experience, and my cook is not as experienced as you. (winked)

Me: It’s ok, I’ll teach you, maybe we can cook together if you’re hungry. (turned towards her now our thighs were touching)

Aaesha: (she was biting her lower lips) What are you going to teach me new?

Me: It’s not about teaching new but teaching how to cook with passion.

Aaesha: Oh, really?

Me: Yeah, with proper passion, you can cook for hours and hours. (kept my hand on her thighs)

Aaesha: And how is that?

Me: When you normally cook, either one is left hungry. But with proper passion, the hunger of both the cooks will be satisfied, and you can’t wait to cook again.

I slowly kept my right hand on her bare hip. She held my hand and looked into my eyes

Aaesha: What are you doing? (in a sexy tone)

Me: Class one (and moved closer to her now her thighs were over mine)

I slowly caressed her hip and touch her back under the saree. She was breathing heavily. I could see her 38 size boobs going up and down and came a little bit closer. I slowly took my left hand on her cheeks and held her neck and brought her closer to me

We both looked at each other’s eyes and were breathing heavily, and in a second, our lips met. We were kissing passionately, and she was sitting in my lap. I was running my hand all over her back and her ass over the saree. We were kissing for 10 minutes now.

She stopped me and suddenly got up and said sorry and went inside. I did not want to waste this start. So I followed her and found her in the kitchen where she was standing, holding the countertop. I went behind her, hugged, and started kissing her neck. She began to moan and pushed her head back

I started licking her earlobes. My hand went inside her saree and was playing with her navel and her boobs over her blouse. She was moaning and breathing heavily, and she turned back and started kissing me. I made her sit on the countertop and started kissing her boobs. I started biting them over the dress.

She was pressing my head for me to suck her boobs more. I tried to remove her blouse, but she stopped me

Aaesha: This is so wrong, Raj, please stop.

Me: It’s not wrong, we both like it, and we’re enjoying it. Aren’t we?

Aaesha: Yes, I am, but this is wrong. I’m married, and my husband is sleeping in the room.

I got upset and remembered that her husband is my friend. I went out and sat on the balcony and started to smoke again. She came out silently and sat next to me on the sofa and held my hands and asked to turn towards her. I just turned and looked at her

Aaesha: Listen, Raj, I’ve never felt like this, and I really enjoyed what we did. But this isn’t right

Me: Yeah, you’re right. (turned my face)

Aaesha: Hey, look at me. (she came closer to me) I’m sorry that this has to stop Raj. But I can prepare one dish, and it’s your favorite dish.

Me: What?

She stood right in front of me and moved her saree and showed her beautiful round navel. I looked at her, and she pulled my head closer to her navel. I held her hips tight and started eating her navel. She started to moan and pressing my head

I licked her navel completely. It was glowing with my saliva and the moonlight on it. I was pressing her ass so hard. Then I tried to move my mouth to her pussy, and she stopped me, saying, “No, not there, please.” I was disappointed. But to use this opportunity to the fullest, I made her lie on the sofa.

Aaesha: Hey, what are you doing?

Me: You allowed me one dish, it’s my wish how to eat it.

I started eating her navel again. She was raising her ass up and down, and I could feel she was getting aroused to the maximum. I started pressing her boobs over her blouse and pulling her nipples. I was not able to hold a boob in one hand. It was too big to handle.

Aaesha: Aah, Raj enough. Don’t take this too far.

Me: So how far do you want to go?

Aaesha: This is far enough.

I looked at her eyes with all the lust. I moved towards her boobs slowly and asked, “Really?” And maintaining eye contact, I placed a kiss on her cleavage. She let out a gasp. I started to lick her cleavage and pressing her boobs.

She stopped me and lifted my head and started kissing me on my lips with so much passion and lust.

Me: You taste amazing, Aaesha.

Meanwhile, my hard dick was rubbing over her dress, and she raised her hip to feel my dick more. I started dry humping her and was kissing her. We were doing it for some time, and I could feel that she came. She let out a huge moan and hugged me tightly.

I was not done yet, but she laid still and then got up. I was a little disappointed and got up.

Aaesha: It’s late. Let’s go to sleep. (I pulled her closer to me and held her hip)

Me: We can sleep here. (and gave a peck on her lips)

Aaesha: I’d love to, but we’ll definitely get carried away, Raj.

Me: We might. But don’t you like it?

We both were holding each other tightly. My arms around her hip and her arms around my neck. My hard dick was over her dress covered pussy, and I gave her a kiss. She responded, and the smooch, tongue play lasted for a few minutes.

Aaesha: Yeah, I like it, but it’s wrong too. So please… (and stayed silent)

Me: It’s not about whether its right or wrong, whether you want it or not? (and kissed again)

Aaesha: (after breaking the kiss) Yes, I know, I like it. But I don’t want it as it’s so wrong, Raja.

Me: You don’t want it? (pressing my dick over her pussy and pressed her hip a little)

Aaesha: Raja (kissed me passionately) I love this so much.

She suddenly pushed me and ran inside. I couldn’t believe what just happened? How did we kiss? How we hugged and the love that was happening between us? I can tell this is not just lust but something very strong beyond that. But suddenly, I remembered my friend and how I was betraying him in so many ways.

I felt bad and slept on the balcony sofa itself. I left for my room early in the morning itself.

To be continued.

Please share your feedback with me on [email protected]. Also, women in Chennai and couples who want to have fun can reach out to me.

Hello friends, my name is Soniya and since this is my first story, I don’t wish to tell where I am from. I used to read a lot of erotic stories in ISS and thought of writing something by myself for others to read.

I like thriller and suspense stories so thought of writing something erotic on that basis. My story is a collaboration with Akash Kumar, the author of ‘Kumar Apartment’ series, so it will be posted under his pen name, as he is helping me in the editing and creation of the story line.

The main character of my story is Soniya Thakur who is an undercover secret agent.

Hearing the morning alarm, I got up with a severe headache. I had a great Sunday weekend with my friends with booze and gossip last night. I got out of my bed struggling with the pain in my head and went to open the window curtains for the sun rays to fall in my darkened room.

Refreshing myself while the sun’s rays fell on my face, my hands brushed my hair. And as it went down, I noticed that I was wearing only tiny shorts and was exposing myself to anyone out there. But, thinking anyone could see my nude boobs, I was feeling a bit naughty too.

In trying to hide my nude breasts, my hands started fondling my boobs as I walked towards my dressing table and started admiring myself in it.

27-year-old, height 5’6″, 34 D breast, 30 waist and 34 hips, a perfect curve an artist can draw on a canvas. My black hair which was all messed up by my sleep.

I just winked and told myself that I was a sexy, hot bitch. As I was fondling my breast and playing with my nipples, the phone rang which brought me back to reality.

I knew that ringtone. Uff! That was my chief officer. I thought to myself if every day could be a Sunday like yesterday. But no, I might be the naughtiest and jolliest girl Soni (my friends call me ‘Soni’), but for the rest of the world and to my nation, I was an Undercover Secret Agent Soniya Thakur IAS. Encouraging myself with these thoughts, I picked the call.

Me: Hello, Sir.

Pranav Mishra (my chief officer): Hello Soniya. Good Morning. Just woke up? Right?

Me: Sir! How do you do this every time? Sometimes I do think you have placed some hidden cameras in my house.

Pranav: Ha… ha.. ha! Nothing like that, it’s just my experience and your cozy voice.

Me: Hmm! Okkkk!

Pranav: Enough of pet talks, get ready, and reach the office soon.

Me: Anything special, sir?

Pranav: Yes! Don’t be late, bye.

He cut the call immediately; it only happens that he doesn’t talk much about the work when the work is very highly classified. We all officers were trained not to use our personal phones to make work-related calls. It was a protocol that we have to follow because if we officers were smart, then our enemies were dead smart.

I ran to the washroom and finished off my bath and other works as well. I fingered and pleasured myself for a few minutes as well remembering my office crush. I then wore a sky blue shirt, pleated secretary skirt, and on top a matching coat to my navy skirt, and a new pair of black mesh stockings with 4-inch high heels.

I admired myself in the mirror and put some lip gloss on my sexy lips. I was all set to burn the world. I took my bag putting some cash and my service gun in it, and made my way out. Just as I was rushing by the hallway of our building, I met my beautiful cute aunty walking with her stick towards me.

Maadhvi aunty: Soni dear, why are you in such a rush?

Maadhvi aunty was around 75 years and seeing her, anyone would remember their grandmother. For us girls, a grandmother is the sweetest thing we could ever have in our childhood.

Me: Office… I mean a meeting with a client, so I was just in a hurry.

Maadhvi aunty: Ok..ok! But don’t rush in that stupid high heels; you might accidentally get a bad cramp, dear.

Her words were always garnished with love and care and on top, her beautiful smile with no teeth was my lucky charm for the day.

Me: Ha.. ha.. ha! No aunty, don’t worry, I’m used to it. Bye! Talk to you later.

I got a message on my phone and it was a drop place. I booked my cab and went to the given drop place.

As I was an undercover agent and I have to keep up a low profile in my personal life, I was not allowed to take any cab direct to the IB office. The cab reached the location. I got down and started walking till the cab went out of my sight and then immediately a message came to my phone.

Message: Black 1097, straight right.

That means to walk straight and turn first right and get in the black car with the last four digits 1097. As instructed, I made myself to the allotted car, got in, and soon I was at the Mumbai IB Office building. I greeted my office colleague officers and walked straight towards Pranav sir’s cabin.

Me: May I come in, sir?

Pranav: No!

With a fake sad puppy face, I said: “Why?”

Pranav sir had no other option other than laughing at my puppy face and said: “Ha.. ha.. ha! Because you are late again. Come in.”

Me: Uff sir, just got late in the bath.

Pranav: Then let me help you in that from tomorrow, I will get it done quick.

Me: Come on, sir!

Pranav: Ha… ha.. ha! Please sit, Soniya. I was just kidding, Don’t mind.

There was no doubt that Pranav sir was one of the cheesy flirts on earth. He never spared a single chance to hit on a beautiful hot girl like me. I thought to be a little playful as well. I bent myself on the table so that he had a clear vision of my cleavage from my shirt as I never used to button my top buttons.

I bit my lower lip and said: “By the way that won’t work sir, cause if you come to bathe me, it will get even longer”.

Pranav: Ha.. ha.. ha! You are a cunning rascal, Soniya.

I winked and said: “Obviously sir, I accept who I am.”

He produced a folder, gave it to me, and said: “Just show that in this project as well”.

I took the folder from him and went over some papers and a photograph of a dead man with a gunshot mark on his forehead and then closed the folder and said: “Hmmmm!”

Pranav: What do you mean.. hmmm? Go through the documents as well.

I got up from my chair, opened my coat button, and sat on the table crossing my legs; this gave him a very clear view of my sexy thighs covered in my stockings.

His eyes were oscillating between my face and legs and to get him back, I started talking: Ravi Chourasiya, a gangster from G company, he’s also known as Ravi Billa. Convict of 4 murders and 2 kidnapping cases. 2 days ago, he was found dead near Khandala.

But the crime spot doesn’t show any evidence of any gang war. No other evidence of any kind of struggle or any gunfire except one on his head. As if the person who shot him was not exactly his enemy.

Pranav: Wow! Impressive, Soniya!

Me: You aren’t the only one who is dead smart to tell what I am doing at my home at any point in time.

Pranav: Wonderful, I have no regrets about giving this case to you.

Me: “Hmmm… that means she was behind this case too, right?”

That ‘she’ was none other than agent Kaamini. A bitch from hell, a whore, and a definite man-eater. She was a real pain in my ass sometimes, but yeah I am too, a pain in her ass more often.

Pranav: I can never understand what is wrong between you two girls. Two seas can meet but not 2 women. I waved my hand in the air to ignore her thoughts away and said: “Ok, whatever; it doesn’t look like a normal case. It’s a normal murder case that has to be under the local police but it came to us. That means it is not just about his murder.”

Pranav: Yes! The night Ravi Billa was shot dead, the same morning his 3 bank account had a transaction worth 40 crores.

Me: Oh… Poor guy didn’t even live a full day with his riches.

Pranav: Jokes apart Soniya, jokes apart. By the way, he didn’t even live 5 hours of his life after the money started filling up in his account. That morning around 11 of his accounts were getting random payments in small amounts.

But the money was getting withdrawn from his account from different ATMs and other branches of his bank. Money kept falling and withdrawn so the bank was least bothered to put an inquiry on it as they never thought these small amounts were going to count to a huge amount.

Me: Okkk… Now that’s weird.

Pranav: Don’t think this case is going towards any kidnapping.

Me: Not a chance, it can’t be a kidnapping, not even a fool will try a bank transaction to get any kidnapping ransom.

Pranav: And to note, all the money came from foreign countries like China, Afghanistan, etc.

Me: Oh, I see! Counter-terrorism?

Pranav: Hmmm… May be, probabilities are more. That’s the reason this case was handed to us by the central ministry. Are you ready to take this case?

Me: Don’t ask, just give it. Can’t leave such a case that can give possible risk to my nation.

Pranav: Patriotic! Just like your father.

My dad was an IB (Intelligence Bureau) officer who led his life serving his nation.

Me: Yes sir.

My dad’s memory jolted me and as soon as I felt a glitter of a tear in my eyes I changed the topic and said, “Any lead sir?”

Pranav: Yes! Sameer Waliya.

Me: Hmmm!

Pranav: Definitely you would know about him, right?

Me: Yeah! He’s the son of Milan Waliya, producer of B grade movies and also the owner of Waliya industries.

Pranav: Yes. We have also got this information from our intelligence that….

I didn’t let him finish and said, “Most of the funding for G company is handled by Waliya trusts.”

Pranav: Good… Then you should know that Ravi Billa was recently Sameer Waliya’s personal bodyguard and driver.

Me: Yes… 3 years ago, Sameer Waliya was drunk and driving and he ran over a traffic police cop, later Ravi Billa showed up in the court, surrendering himself saying it was he who was driving and not Sameer. Sameer Waliya was relieved from all charges then and there.

Pranav: Yes….

Me: Ravi Billa was in prison for 2 years. Milan Waliya paid a good amount to get Ravi’s 7 years imprisonment down to 2 years. After his release, Ravi became a very special person to Sameer Waliya, more than a driver or bodyguard he was now a close friend of Sameer Waliya. Ravi was often found to make a nuisance in most of the clubs and high profile parties with Sameer. A few FIRs were reported on Ravi but nothing happened.

Pranav: I think you aren’t going to let me say anything, Soniya.

I giggled and said: “Ha.. ha.. ha! Sorry, sorry sir, now you proceed, please.”

Pranav: I think there is something that you don’t know.

Me: And what’s that?

Pranav: For the past one week, things were not going that smooth between Sameer Waliya and Ravi Billa, we got this information from a person from G Company.

Me: Mmm…Hmmm! Suddenly a crack in the strong wall of friendship?

Pranav: Yes… May be because of this money thing or any other consignment, we don’t have any lead on that yet.

Me: Ok then sir, I will make my move on Sameer Waliya as a lead.

Pranav: Yes sure… But be careful. The fact that this case is now in our hands is classified information. Neither the police department nor any press media know about it. If Sameer or Milan Waliya comes to know about it, one more Ravi Billa will be produced in the court and this case will be closed forever.

Me: Hmmm….. An undercover operation?

Pranav: Yes!

I raised my fist in the air and said, “Oh yeah!!! I love Under Cover! By the way, where is my partner?”

Pranav: Ha.. ha.. ha! He will be back from Delhi this afternoon.

Ajay, my office crush – a handsome hunk but always a prude towards me as well. I don’t know why he is so shy to me; sometimes he even gets so nervous just if I touch his hand accidentally.

But honestly, as much as a prude he acts with me, as hard devilish he is to the criminals. 6 ft tall, fair complexion, gym body, and a smart and cute face like singer Atif Aslam. Hmmmmm… So many nights I have fingered my pussy and asshole hard thinking of him.

So many nights I have ground my pillow between my legs thinking of his muscular body. But damn, he never shows any interest in me. Sometimes he acts as if I am going to eat him up, or maybe I will if I get him alone in my bed.

Pranav: Hello! Are you still here?

Pranav sir’s words intruded my intimate thoughts and brought me back to my senses. But I was unable to hide the blush on my face seeing which he continued, “I know you like him, but don’t forget the protocols. No agents can indulge in any sort of personal relationship. You know it right?”

Me: Offo… You think a lot sir, I was just thinking about the case and about Sameer Waliya.

Pranav sir started laughing and said, “Yeah yeah! I know it very well what you were thinking, by the way, Sameer Waliya isn’t that bad looking. He never used to go home with the same girl that he went the previous night from the clubs”.

Me: Ok ok! Jokes apart… anything else sir?

Pranav: No, you can leave now, all the best for the case.

I got down from the table saying thanks to him and went out of his cabin, with the file and a happy face. But my smile didn’t last for long as I saw Kaamini just standing in front of me in the lobby.

Kaamini with a fucked up face says, “So, you got the new case.”

Me: Yes, as always.

Kaamini: What did you offer the chief today? Your fucked and cum filled swollen asshole?

Me: What do you mean, bitch?

Kaamini: One more time, you call me that and people here will be solving your murder case Soniya.

Me: Oohuhuhu… I am scared, am shivering, see.

Kaamini: Don’t be in the illusion that no one here knows how dirty you play to get your cases solved.

Me: Ok whatever. At least I do get a case to solve, Kaamini. Some people here don’t even get a single case in a year. Waste of nation’s money paying such people here.

I was able to see how red Kaamini’s face has become, definitely one more word from me and she might have scratched my beautiful face with her sharp nails. Angry kitty… Meooowwww! I did not want that to happen so I just waved the folder to fan my face and walked past her to reach my office cabin.

As I sat down in my cabin, I went through the folder. It contained photographs of Sameer Waliya, Milan Waliya, and some other case-related criminals. Definitely, Pranav sir was right, Sameer Waliya does look smart as rich as he is.

He looked somewhat like Bollywood actor Sidharth Malhotra. Money and a good face, no wonder he is capable of taking a new girl to his place every night. But indeed his interest in woman was something going to give me easy access to him. Suddenly the intercom on my table rang up, it was Pranav sir.

Me: Yes sir…

Pranav: Are you going to wait for Ajay or are you planning to proceed with the case on your own till he shows up?

Me: Hmmm… He will be back by this afternoon, so I think I will wait for him.

Pranav: He called me up, his work is not yet finished in the central, so I asked him to finish it off and be back by tomorrow.

Me: Hmmm… Ok….

See, this is what… Bloody fuck… He called up Pranav sir, but not me… I am his partner… and he informs Pranav sir. Ok, I agree don’t call me and say “I love you and I want to fuck you hard” but at least he can inform me about his schedule. Huh. Such an ass he is.

Pranav: Hello!!!!!!

Me: Oh! Yes, sir.

Pranav: And one more thing. Sameer Waliya is going to visit Club 21 tonight.

Me: Ok… That means I have no time to wait for my partner.

I said this with a wave of anger inside me. Go to hell, Ajay. Huh!

Pranav: Yes, and Ravi Billa was Sameer’s first and last Bodyguard whom he allowed being with him in the clubs. So now your route is clear. You can’t get Sameer Waliya better than this in any other way.

Me: I know sir, I am on it.

Pranav: And yeah, before you reach home, do go for a shopping in the XXX Club-wear (that’s a clothing showroom), get something good, and killing to hunt your prey.

My face glowed with cheer… A free shopping on government expense, what else I want in this job… Sorry to the taxpayers but what can I do, I am a woman and shopping… You guys know, right?

I took the folder and made my move out of my cabin. While leaving, I just had a look at Kaamini. Damn, I guess she really wants to kill me. I just ignored her and left off.

Same way as I came to the office, I took a car from the office to my location, and then from there, I took a cab to the XXX Club-wear showroom. I enjoyed my time doing the shopping, showed my way back home, had something for lunch, and dropped myself on the bed for a good sleep.

By around 6 pm, I got up and went for a shower and got myself fresh for the evening with Mr. Sameer Waliya. Not yet decided if he wants to be with me but I know how to get guys on my track.

I wore the dress that I bought, a sexy crisscross backless red body-hugging mini dress. It’s short enough to just end at the very beginning of my sexy thighs and with a wide neck and open back that shows I am not wearing any bra inside. Now, it was the time, lets light the Club 21 on fire.

To be continued.

I hope you guys will like my story as this is only the beginning and if you do please let me know in my mail [email protected]

Hello dosto, mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh. Aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jante, woh ye jaan le ki main apki hot bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar ap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

Main 34 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekhke pant se bahar aane lagta hai woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati Ghosh Babu meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah pel sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni agli kahani.

Mujhe Tiger Shroff bohut pasand hai. Uski mazboot body aur uska style. Itni flexibility wala banda kitne alag alag tareeke se ladkiyo ko chodta hoga. Maine kayi baar uske baare mein imagine karke apni panty geeli ki hai.

To ye kahani hai lockdown lagne se pehle ki jab Tiger ki ‘Baaghi 3’ release hui thi. Maine Ghosh babu ko theatre jake movie dekhne ke liye mana liya.

Hum log shaam 8 baje ka show dekhne gaye. Maine apni pink colour ki saari pehni thi. Saari ke sath black colour ka blouse aur black colour ki hi foam waali bra pehni thi. Foam wali bra mein mere stann pahad jaise lag rahe the.

Theatre phunchne ke baad Ghosh Babu ne tickets li aur hum log ander jake apni seats pe baith gaye. Mere sath wali seat pe pehle kuch time tak koi nahi baitha tha. Jab aadhe ghante ki movie nikal gayi to koi ladka aur ladki mere saath wali seat pe aake baith gaye.

Theatre mein zyada log nahi the aur hmaare wali line mein humaare siwa sirf woh dono hi the. Mere boring pati Ghosh babu so chuke the aur main movie dekh rahi thi. Achanak meri nazar sath ki seat pe baithe ladke pe gayi. Woh apni girlfriend ko kiss kar raha tha. Uski girlfriend ne paijaami suit pehna hua tha.

Jab maine un dono ko kiss karte hue dekha to mera dhyan movie se hatke unpe chala gaya. Dono lagatar kiss kare ja rahe the. Fir ladke ne apna daaya haath ladki ki leg pe rakha aur uski jaanghon pe haath ferne laga.

Fir us ladke ne uske stann dabane shuru kar diye. Unko dekh dekh ke mera bhi man machalne lag gaya. Mera hath bhi mere stann pe chala gaya. Ladke ne jab hath uski jaanghon ke beech daala to ladki ne uska haath peeche hata diya. Lekin ladke ne firse koshish ki.

Ladki ne doosri baar uska haath uthaya aur usko bola, “Maine tumne abhi ye krne se mana kiya hai na?” Ye bolke ladki naaraz ho gayi aur ladke se ladne lagi. Yaha mere chut garam ho rahi thi. Ladke ne ladki se maafi mangi lekin woh mani nahi.

Thodi der baad lakdi maan gayi aur dono ne fir se ek doosre ko choosna shuru kar diya. Mere nipples poori tarah active ho chuke the. Main apne aap ko rok nahi paa rahi thi.

Ladke ne kiss karte karte apni zip kholi aur apna lund bahar nikaal liya. Usko ye dhyan hi nahi tha ki mera dhyan uski taraf hai. Usne ladki ka haath pakda aur apne lund pe rakh diya. Ladki ne uska lund hilana shuru kar diya.

Uska lund mujhe bada pyara lag raha tha. Mera dil kar raha tha ki uske lund ko abhi apne muh mein daal lu aur baad mein apni chut mein iska maza lu. Lekin main kuch kar nahi sakti thi.

Ladke ne ladki ko baalo se pakda aur uska face apne lund ki taraf karne laga taaki woh lund ko choos ske. Is baar ladki fir se naraaz ho gayi aur waha se jaane lagi.

Ladke ne usko roka lekin ladki ne usko bola ki ” Tum nahi sudhar skte, tumhe ek hi cheez se matlab hai.” Aur ye bolke ladki waha se chali gayi. Ladka khada nahi ho sakta tha kyuki uska lund bahar tha. Woh wahi baitha raha aur apne aap apne lund ko hilaane laga. Mujhse ye dekhkar raha nahi gaya.

Maine ek baar firse Ghosh babu ki taraf dekha ye check karne ke liye ki kahi woh uth to nahi gaye. Lekin woh abhi bhi so rahe the. Mere dhyan mein sirf us ladke ka lund tha.

Maine time waste nahi kiya aur apna haath uske lund ki taraf badaya. Woh apna lund hilate ja raha tha. Maine jaise hi uske haath pe haath rakha usne ghabra ke apna haath peeche kar liya aur meri taraf dekhne laga.

Maine usko ek horny smile di aur uska lund pakad ke hilana shuru kar diya. 2-3 minutes ke liye woh thoda hichkicha raha tha. Lekin fir woh theek ho gaya. Main uski taraf badi aur maine usko kiss kiya.

Usne mera face pakda aur mere honth choosne shuru kar diya. Ab woh mere control mein tha. Main uska lund hilati rahi aur woh mere lips choosta raha. Usne mere stanno pe haath ferna shuru kar diya.

Uske mere baalo se mujhe pakda aur mera face apne lund ki taraf kiya taaki main uska lund choosu. Main to kab se uske khoobsurat lund ka swaad lena chahti thi. Maine uska lund apne muh mein daal liya aur usko choosne lagi.

Woh mere face ko push karke apna lund mere gale tak le gaya. Mujhe uske lund mein se chocolate ka swaad aa raha tha. Usne meri back pe haath ferna shuru kar diya aur main uska lund choosti rahi.

Usne apna ek haath mere blouse mein daal liya aur mere nipple ko dabaane laga. Main poori tarah garm ho chuki thi aur main usse apni chudai karana chahti thi. Tabhi theatre ke ticket checker ander aa gaye to hum dono ko seedhe hoke baithna pada.

Humaare paas intezaar karne ka waqt nahi tha aur na hi hum apne aap ko rok paa rahe the. Usne apna lund pant ke ander kiya aur waha se uth ke jaane laga.

Jaate jaate usne mujhe uske peeche jaane ka ishara kiya. Meri to ek hi philosophy hai, ‘Lund jaha jaha, main waha waha.’ Main bhi uthi aur uske peeche chali gayi. Woh mujhe men’s toilet ke pass le gaya aur usne mujhe bahar wait karne ko kaha.

Woh ander gaya aur ander check karke usne mujhe ander aane ka ishara kiya. Jab main ander gayi to ander koi nahi tha. Usne mera haath pakda aur mujhe sink ke pass le gaya. Usne mujhe slab ke sath lagaya aur mere lips choosne laga. Main uska lund dabaane lagi.

Woh mere stanno ki taareef karne laga aur usne mera blouse upar karke mera ek stann bahar nikaal liya aur usko choosne laga. Mera poora badan khaaye jaane ke liye bekarar tha. Usne mera blouse khola aur meri bra ka hook bhi khol diya aur mere gore stanno ka khazana uchal ke bahar aa gaya.

Woh mere stann kaafi der tak choosta raha. Mujhe bada maza aa raha tha. Fir woh neeche gaya aur meri nabhi pe kiss karne laga aur usme jeebh maarne laga.

Usne meri saari aur petticoat neeche kheenche. Meri saari meri gaand pe aake fass gayi. Tabhi kisi ke aane ki aahat aayi. Main darr gayi lekin woh nahi dara. Usne mujhe meri jaanghon se uthaya aur toilet room mein le gaya. Maine apni bra aur blouse bhi pakad liye taaki kisi ko dikh na jaye.

Usne mujhe toilet ki deewar se lagaya aur neeche baith gaya. Usne meri saari kholi aur meri panty pe kiss karne laga. Fir usne meri panty utaari aur meri chut pe kiss karne laga. Mera jism mast ho raha tha. Usne toilet seat band ki aur meti ek taang uske upar rakh di taaki meri chut chaat ske.

Fir usne meri doosri taang uthaake apne shoulder pe rakhli. Ab woh meri chut se leke gaand mein jeebh maar raha tha. Meri chut pehle se hi geeli ho chuki thi aur main lund ke liye tadap rahi thi. Main neeche utri aur maine usko toilet seat pe bithaya. Uska lund poora tana hua tha.

Maine uski taange ikathi ki aur uske lund pe baith gayi. Uii ma! bada hi mazedaar lund tha. Ab main paani paani ho jana chahti thi. Maine apni chut chudwani shuru kar di. Main uske lund ko ander lene lagi.

Usne meri gaand pakad ke chudai ki speed tez ki. Woh baar baar meri gaand pe chimti kaat raha tha jisse bohut maza aata tha. Mere stann ko to woh chodh hi nhi raha tha. Mere nipples soojne waale ho chuke the lekin is dard ka alag hi maza hota hai.

Uska lund aur meri chut dono mein se paani beh raha tha. Usne mujhe khada kiya aur mera face turn karke mujhe deewar ke sath laga diya. Usne meri gaand pe apna lund ragda aur thoda jhuk ke lund meri chut mein daal diya aur mujhe chodne laga.

Bada maza aa raha tha. Woh poori speed pe tha aur meri chut ka paani meri taango se hota hua mere pairo tak phunch gaya tha. Usne mere haath toilet seat pe rakhe aur mujhe poora jhuka liya. Woh neeche baitha aur meri gaand chaatne laga. Usne meri gaand pe kaata bhi.

Fir usne apna lund meri gaand mein daal diya aur mere baal pakad ke meri gaand maarne laga. Patak patak ki awaaze aa rahi thi aur meri gaand ko bada sukoon mil raha tha.

Usne mujhe jaanghon se pakda hua tha aur chode ja raha tha. Apne ek haath se woh meri chut masal raha tha aur doosre haath se mere nipples kheench raha tha.

Thodi der meri gaand maarne ke baad usne apna paani meri gaand mein hi nikaal diya. Hum dono paseene se bhar chuke the. Woh toilet seat pe baith gaya aur main apni saari pehnne lagi. Woh abhi bhi bhooki nazro se mujhe dekhe ja raha tha.

Jaise hi maine apni bra pehni usne mujhe jaanghon se pakadke kheencha aur meri chut choomne laga. Meri bhookh to waise bhi jaldi shaant nahi hoti. Main bhi uske baal sehlaane lagi. Woh meri chut aur jaanghon ko thodi der choomta raha aur utni der mein uska lund firse khada ho gaya.

Usne meri bra firse utaari aur mere stann choosne laga aur mere honth bhi choosne laga. Woh mera aur paani nikaalne wala tha. Usne mera face doosri side pe kar diya aur toilet seat pe baithke mujhe lund pe baithne ko kaha.

Maine uska lund firse apni chut mein le liya. Usne mujhe shoulder se pakda aur firse mujhe chodne laga. Aaahhhh, lagta tha aaj saari kasar nikalne waali thi. Is baar uska paani kafi time tak nahi nikla.

Woh chodta raha aur main chudti rahi. Dono ke jism geele the. Kitna paseena tha aur kitna ander ka paani iska pata nahi chal raha tha. Uska lund aur meri chut dono laal ho chuke the.

End mein usne mujhe khada kiya aur mujhe kiss karne laga. Usne mere haath mein apna lund pakdaya aur hilaane ko kaha. Main neeche baith gayi. Maine apne stanno se uske lund ko hilaya aur uska paani mere chaati pe pichkaari banke phoot gaya.

Hum thodi der kiss karte rahe aur fir kapde pehn ke bahar aa gaye. Jab hall mein wapas aaye to film khatam hone wali thi. Lekin jo film maine dekhi woh zyada mazedaar thi. Uski girlfriend bhi wapas aa gayi. Lekin Ghosh Babu nahi uthe.

To jab tak Ghosh Babu soye hote hai ap bhi mujhse baate kar sakte hai. Mujhse baat karne ke liye mujhe call zaroor kare📲. Taaki ap aur main chatpati baate kar sake. Main aapke call ka intezar kar rahi hun.

This is the eighth part. Please read the previous parts to understand the story. I compare the woman in the story to actresses, so think of someone when you read it. I will continue the story where I left.

In the last part, I fucked my mom (Vidya Balan actress) with my sister’s (Samantha actress) help. My sis told me to fuck my mom till she can’t live without my cock. That’s was her next big step in our plan.

Mom was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and I went behind her, hugged her.

Mom: Stop it, son, we should never have done that.

I think mom is feeling guilty about our fucking session in the morning. But that didn’t stop me. I was still hugging her, rubbing my dick in her ass.

Mom: I said, stop it.

I know she is angry by her voice, but she didn’t push me away, so I continued.

Me: Why, mom, why?

Mom: No, son, it’s wrong. What we are doing is wrong.

I kissed her near her ears and asked her.

Me: Did you like it, mom?

Mom: What?

Me: Did you like what we did in your bedroom?

Mom: No, I don’t like it.

Me: You didn’t enjoy my dick in your pussy?

I grabbed her boobs and squeezing it hard. Mom was breathing heavily.

Me: Come on, mom, tell the truth, yes or no?

Mom: Yes, I liked it, but we have to stop.

I opened her blouse buttons one by one while speaking.

Me: Why should we stop?

Mom: Because you are my son.

Her blouse was fully open. Then I lifted her bra above, revealing her big boobs.

Me: Then why are you not stopping me undressing you, mom?

Mom: I don’t know, son.

Me: It is because you like it, mom.

I pinched her nipples

Mom: No, please.

Me: Yes, you like it, mom. You enjoyed my dick inside your pussy.

Mom: Yes, I like it, but it wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.

I slowly moved my right hand inside her panty. I started rubbing her pussy and kissing all over her back while pressing her boobs with my left hand. I was doing these things from behind her.

Me: if it’s wrong, why are you not stopping me right now, mom?

Mom: Aah, I don’t know, son.

I continuously pressing her boobs and rubbing her pussy while speaking to her. She started to moan.

Me: You know, mom, because you like it. Please look at me.

She turned her face, I kissed her lips, and I increased my speed of rubbing her pussy.

Me: If you don’t want it, mom, tell me to stop.

Mom was moaning

Me: Do you want me to stop, mom?

Mom: No, don’t stop. I can’t control anymore

She reached an orgasm. I took my hand out showed it to her. “See mom how much you are wet down there.” I turned her around and gave her a deep liplock and said.

Me: Mom, I will not force you or do anything like this anymore if you didn’t want it.

Mom didn’t say a word.

Me: Tonight, if you touch my dick in bed, I will take that as a sign that you want my dick. If not, I will stop everything, mom.

Saying that I left mom in the kitchen. I came out and saw that my sis was watching everything, so I don’t need to explain to her. I just grabbed her and went to the bathroom and had a quickie with her.

We all ate dinner. Mom didn’t even look at my face, and we went to sleep as usual. I was waiting for mom to touch my dick as a sign she needs my dick.

One hour past, I know mom didn’t sleep. I can feel her movement. All of a sudden, I could feel my mom’s hand on my dick, and she grabbed it. I rolled over and hugged mom. We were facing each other in bed. She also hugged me, and my dick was poking her.

I asked her quietly, “Can I fuck you, mom?” Without saying any words, she kissed me in lips. I didn’t wait any longer. We both rolled, and I came above her. I opened her blouse and bra, removed her petticoat and panty. I removed my shorts. Mom didn’t care that my sister is sleeping next to us.

I grabbed mom boobs and rubbing my dick over pussy. She started to moan. I was teasing mom to make her tell me to fuck her.

Mom: Ahhh, stop teasing me. Put your dick inside me, son.

Once I heard those words, I rammed my dick deep inside her pussy and started pounding as hard as I could. Mom was moaning. She was moaning very loud. Mom doesn’t care about my sister sleeping next to us anymore. But only I know she is not sleeping. She is hearing us fucking and enjoying herself.

Mom: Oh, my God, my God, fuck me.

Her moaning made me go wild. I increased my speed. I fucked her for almost 30 minutes.

Me: Mom, I am going to cum.

Mom: Son, please cum inside me.

Those words made cum faster. Mom wrapped her legs around my waist and screamed. I think we both reached an orgasm. But I didn’t stop there, my dick was still hard, I started to move my hips.

Mom: Wow, son, you are still hard. I can’t believe it.

Me: I am ready for another round, mom.

Mom: Please, son, fuck me as much you want. I am all yours now.

I fucked her again and again as much I could. I don’t know how many times I fucked her. As we were lying in bed, mom’s alarm goes on, and that made us realize it’s morning already.

Mom: No time to sleep, son. Put on some clothes before your sister wakes up.

Mom and I put on our clothes and slept for a while, then we were woken up by my sis. Mom went to the kitchen to ready breakfast.

Sis: Brother, what a night! Mom’s moaning made me reach orgasm.

Me: I know you were listening to us.

Sis: Ok, bro, it’s time for the next step.

Me: What’s the plan?

Sis: I am going to catch you and mom in the act.

Ok, guys, here’s where I stop the story about my mom moaning all night.  I will continue the story in the next part. Please like and comment for more stories like this.

Even with a butt plug in her ass Mumtaz was like a spider in court, trapping the counter-arguments of her opposition in the spider web of her wit and skills. The first hearing was a success, but there was more to come. Alex was more than happy. He was enchanted.

“Knew it! You can’t take failure as an option,” he said to Mumtaz. “Come home tomorrow night, let’s party,” Alex said with a firm handshake.

Mumtaz didn’t have time to waste here. The plug was making her uncomfortable. This was her first time with something pushed inside her ass. Mumtaz felt her panty getting wet.

“Sure, have to leave now,” Mumtaz was quick with the answer.

“Is everything alright? How is your leg?” Alex went on.

“It’s fine, have to go!” Mumtaz said as she started walking. She could only take small steps because larger ones would make the plug hit against her insides, and she moaned every time it happened. The pain had become a pleasure now.

Mumtaz got in her car and drove quickly home. Back at home, she had to struggle to get the plug out. Her panty was drenched with her juices. She decided to take the next day off too. After all, she had to attend a party tonight.

“What the hell did you do to me?” she texted her admirer.

“Something that made you moan in court,” came a reply immediately. She knew he was right.

“Thank you! I have a party tonight, send me something. It has to be traditional.”

Mumtaz was asking him to send something that will blow the minds of everyone. From orthodox woman to modern, classy slut Mumtaz was evolving. “Sure, saved something for you for another special occasion. Will send that,” came a reply.

Mumtaz was free the whole day. She decided to touch herself. Just as she was moving her hand inside her panty and poked at her clit the doorbell rang. Mumtaz took the veil and covered her head. Some parts of her were still orthodox.

Women were not supposed to show their beauty to men in her religion, but she had already shown more than that to a stranger. Mumtaz opened the door to find a courier on the doorstep, rather a very large package. She took it to her bedroom and opened it.

“Are you trying to make men jump on me?’ Mumtaz texted him.

“I assume you received the package!” came another reply.

She knew there was no point in arguing with him. She also knew she wanted to wear things like this. This was a black saree, the kind that will make men weak. Mumtaz gently moved her hands inside her panty. She was wet. Her maids didn’t know their boss was fingering like a slut inside her room.

She released her juices soon. Mumtaz went back to studying the case files. She had so much time at hand. By 7 pm, Mumtaz was fresh and neat after a hot water bath. She opened the package yet again draped in a long pink bathrobe. She took out the lingerie box from it and unpacked the bra and panties.

Slowly untying the bathrobe, she dropped it on the floor. Mumtaz stared at her naked in the mirror. Her nipples were pinkish brown, and her pussy had reddish-pink lips. Quickly she put her legs into the panty. It was dark black but very thin.

The material seemed like cotton and had smooth curvy designs across it. The part near pussy felt cold, she turned around. The thin panty could not hold her huge ass. Mumtaz grabbed the bra that too was one with a back strap. She placed the cups of the bra on her breasts and pulled the strap behind her, then locked it.

Mumtaz stared at the mirror again. The bra was extremely thin and like a net except for the cups. The cups were made of the same material but thicker. The cups were covered only half her breasts and barely came above her nipples. The cups seem to lift up her breasts to make an extremely wide and separated cleavage.

Mumtaz looked like a lingerie model, “Wow,” she said to herself. Then she quickly wore the underskirt. She checked the packet. It had the logo ‘Enchanted’ in fancy design.

Mumtaz took out the neatly packed blouse. It was made of cotton and greyish in color. The blouse was lighter in color than the black saree. It was a sleeveless blouse, and Mumtaz slid it into her breast region through her fleshy arms. Her armpits were clean and milky like her belly.

She always was cautious about her cleanliness. Waxed and neat as always. Mumtaz tied the blouse at her back and locked the hooks. The blouse had smaller thin cups that came right across her breasts, making it look even larger. Mumtaz adjusted the blouse again.

But no matter what, the wide blouse gave off ample amounts of her cleavage. She couldn’t hide it anyways. The push-up bra was doing its work. Mumtaz took her black saree and draped it over her curvy body. The saree seems almost transparent.

Contrasting to her white fairy navel, the saree exposed her skin from below her blouse to her waist. Her belly button glowed under the transparent material. Mumtaz wore the necklace and placed the pendant right on her cleavage. The jewelry, lipstick, and even the fragrance of perfume seems to be made just for her.

There was something else in the package, a piece of grey colored cloth that could be used as a head veil. Mumtaz tied her hair in a bun and wore the veil. Then pinned the corners behind her ears to her hair. Her face seems to glow, only her hairs were covered with the cloth.

Mumtaz knew it was pointless wearing the veil. Her arms, shoulders, deep sexy neck, very ample amount of breasts, her belly, and belly button were all exposed in this saree. The head veil only seemed like a distraction.

Mumtaz started her car when it was 5 minutes past 8 pm. Her maids winked at her as she left. Maybe they knew she was not the same woman.

Mumtaz had never been to Alex’s house. It was a huge mansion. Mumtaz wasn’t surprised as she knew Alex was a con man. She parked her car and walked through the open main door. There were hardly 10 to 15 people inside, including bearers who carried champagne in glasses.

Mumtaz could observe the eyes of all the men and women inside lock on to her. Alex rushed to aid, carrying a glass of champagne.

“Welcome, my cool lawyer,” he giggled, “Wow, never thought you could dress to kill.”

“Well, thank you!” Mumtaz whispered, retaliating to Alex’s flirty remarks.

“Get this woman a glass,” Alex roared.

“I don’t drink, not supposed to,” Mumtaz was stern.

“Well, you are not supposed to wear such clothes either,” Alex mocked. Alex had a point. However, Mumtaz was wearing a veil, but what good it a veil do with this attire.

“Whatever, let me introduce you to my wife, my gorgeous wife,” Alex said, calling out his wife from behind.

“Hey I am Lissy,” she said with an extremely seductive voice offering a handshake. Mumtaz shook Lissy’s hand gently. She was soft.

“Mumtaz Khan.”

“What do you do?” Mumtaz asked her.

“I own ‘Enchanted’ Lingerie.”

“I am wearing ‘Enchanted’ lingerie now,” Mumtaz whispered at her ears.

“How is it?” Lizzy asked.

“Smooth and hot,” giggled Mumtaz.

Mumtaz and Lissy were having their gossip talks when Alex left to greet other guests. Lissy was 35 years old, married Alex ten years back. Lissy was an amazingly sexy lady. She was slightly dusky and had pout lips. She wore red lipstick over it.

Wearing a yellow saree, Lissy looked elegant. Made of a similarly transparent material, Lissy’s wider hips and love-handles gave wet dreams to men. She wore a normal dark yellow blouse but had a very deep neck and back, giving off a great view of her valley.

“You look hot!” Mumtaz received a text from her secret man.

“Lover?” Lissy asked, observing Mumtaz’s sheepish smile as her phone lit up.

“No, Admirer!” Mumtaz replied.

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She was standing there drying her wet hair. I felt cold air on my body. I was sleeping naked with my cock fully erect and she was smiling at me. She was naked with her small boobs greatly dominated by a lovely waist.

She lifted her leg and placed it on the edge of the bed. She slowly spread her leg giving me an uninterrupted view of her hairy pussy. She started to dry her pussy with the towel.

She then started to shake her body like a pole dancer. “I am cumming, Maddy..Mmmmm” she moaned. “I am cumming too, didi”. As soon as I spoke those words, I woke up startled from this wet dream! I looked at my shorts and my cum was all over it. I got down and changed myself into new tracks and got out of the room.

****

My sister (didi) was having her breakfast. I looked at her and my mind was all blank. She smiled at me and asked if I had brushed. I said no and sat down on the sofa trying to sideline my thoughts of the dirty dream by reading a newspaper.

My sister’s wet body flashed before my eyes even though I never had any sexual feelings towards her. I went inside my room and closed the door. My sexual drive was always high and I thought maybe all the adventures in my life were messing with my brain.

I was enjoying the slutty side of my boss’s wife happily, I was having erotic times with other women too. But my boss’s wife, Preeti, was the one I stayed in contact with, I didn’t know why. But she never made me regret having her contact. She would send me nudes now and then. Sometimes, she would cover her boobs in chocolate or she would sometime send me her showering videos. I was enjoying all this.

That was a weekend when I had this weird dream. As soon as I entered my room, I texted Preeti hoping she would clear my mind off. She was surprised to see my text very early in the morning and she video called me. To my surprise, she was naked in bed and was holding her boobs and talking to them.

Preeti: Was my Patidev missing me or his favourite twins?

She started calling me ‘Patidev’ after a while and her boobs our twin children.

Me: Where is your original Patidev?

Preeti: He has gone out on a walk like he has to maintain his fitness.

Me: Come on honey, give the man some respect.

Preeti: Why should I? While you do all the hard work my cute Patidev, just eats and sleeps. He’s like that superhero ‘Flash’.

Me: Acha, someone had a lovely night.

I winked at her.

Preeti: Yeah. He broke his own record. Twenty seconds. (She replied sarcastically.) “Look how dull your babies are”. She started showing her spread pussy.

I was aroused at the sight of her lovely pussy. She always kept it clean. But it reminded me of my dream about my sister and I grew silent.

Me: Honey, I want to discuss something with you. Can you please put on your robe?

Preeti: Uh oh, Patidev is serious today.

She put on her robe and I told her everything about the dream. She kept laughing all the while. I tried to maintain my seriousness.

Preeti: Bhaiyya, maybe you should eat this sister’s pussy today. (She started pointing at her pussy.)

Me: I am serious, Preeti. Tell me how to stop thinking about it.

Preeti: I will help you when I see you tonight. Your boss is attending a party and I denied his request. So, you are going to come over here to watch this sister play with her brother’s fat lund.

Me: No, I am not coming over unless you help me now and stop calling me ‘bhaiya’.

Preeti: Aha, so you don’t want all this. She started slowly removing her robe revealing her heavenly body.

I couldn’t control any longer and rushed into the bathroom holding the phone. She started laughing and by the time I started shagging off, she was on her bed putting her fingers inside her pussy. She moaned my name all through.

“Yes Maddy, make your wife cum. Aaaahhh”. She knew her way around me. I kept shagging seeing her boobs shake. “Cum for me Patidev, do it for your randi wife.”

She knew that I love dirty talk. She kept fucking her pussy and then she jerked heavily. She pulled out her fingers and sucked them and showed them to me. I ejected a huge load too. She blew me a kiss and said she would be waiting for me.

I came out all exhausted having cummed twice already in the morning and slept for a while. My sister called me for breakfast and I brushed and went to the dining table.

I ate silently while my sister was busy talking with her friends. I tried not looking at her. Whenever I saw her, I couldn’t help myself imagining her standing naked with her legs spread inviting me.

I sat watching cricket and she sat beside me. I was silent and she asked me if I was okay. I said I was okay and tried avoiding eye contact with her. She was in her shorts sitting beside me.

My eyes kept looking at my sister’s white thighs once in a while. She stopped talking to me after a few questions to which I didn’t reply properly. She was exhausted trying to make me talk and finally started to leave.

She asked me what I wanted for lunch. I didn’t reply and she started hitting me with the pillow and then she went inside the kitchen.

My sister was fair-skinned and never felt shy with me around. We watched movies staying late at night and she had few love stories too. She would bring her boyfriend home and we would enjoy partying at home.

She liked to keep her life simple with no fuss. She was the best a man could get and I was proud of being her brother. But everything changed from that moment when I dreamt of her stripping naked for me and spreading her pussy!

To be continued.

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En peyar Vishnu. Vayathu 24 aagugirathu. Enaku innum thirumanam aaga vilai. En ooril irukum oru maligai kadaiyil irukum auntyai eppadiyvathu usar seiya vendum endra aasai irunthathu.

Engal ooril puthithaaga oru maligai kadai thiranthaargal, athil oru vazhu vazhu vendru irukum auntyai parthen. Oru naal naan selum pozhuthu aval thaniyaaga irunthaal, unmaiyil sema aunty aval, iru mulaiyum perithaaga pazhuthu irunthathu. Soothum thukalaaga sexiyaaga irunthathu, aval azhagai vaarthaigalaal sola iyalaathu.

Muthal naal paarkum pozhuthe engal iruvarukum thee patra thudangiyathu, aval kanavan appozhuthu kadaiyil ilai ival matum thaniyaaga thaan irunthaal. Naan auntyai paarvaiyaala karpazhithen, aunty ennai paarthu ena vendum pa endru ketal? Naan veetil vangi vara sona listai koduthen, kodukum pozhuthu kaiyai touch seithen.

Aval velaiyaaga irunthaal, ennai nandraaga sight adithu konde irunthaal. Andru veetirku thevaiyaana porutkalai vaangi vanthen. Adutha naalum auntyai parka antha maligai kadaiku sendren, angu aunty kanavan irunthaan. Avan migavum kovamaaga mugathai vaithu irunthaan, angu aunty ennai kandu kola villai.

Kanavan irunthaal kandu kola matingiraal endru therinthathu, kanavan intha murai list vaangi ena vendumo athai koduthaan. Adutha naal andru auntyai entha nerathil santhithano athe nerathil sendru paarthen.

Aunty thanimaiyil thaan irunthaal, aanal kanavan udan irunthaan. Kanavan irukum pozhuthu auntyai usar seiya mudiyaath endru matum therinthathu.

Kanavan paarkatha pozhuthu auntyai paarthen, aunty ennai ora kanil paarthu kondu irunthaal. Pinbu oru naal muzhuvathum en nanban veetil irunthu kanavan eppozhuthu veliyil seluvaan endru paarthu kondu irunthen. Avan oru naal muzhuvathum kadaiyai vitu sela villai, eppadi auntyai usar seivathu endru theriyaamal irunthathu.

Pinbu veetil kadaiku sela solinaargal, naanum kadaiku sendren andru naan sendra pozhuth aunty matum kadaiyil irunthaal. Listai tharum pozhuthu aunty kaiyai thoten, aval ennai paarthu lesaga sirithaal, aval sirikum pozhuthu en manathil oru kathal undanathu. Aunty siripil naan mayangi viten endru kuda solalam.

Aunty ulle sendru maligai porutkalai vaangi vanthaal, naan manathil thairiyathai vara vaithu kondu aunty ungal peyar ena endru keten? Aval etharku peyar ketkirai endru ketal?
Naan suma therinthu kolalame endru thaan keten endru solinen.

Kadaiyil yarum illai, iruvaru matum thaan thanimaiyil irunthom. En kanavan vanthu vida pogiran ingu irunthu poo endru solinaal.

Avar vara vilai ungal peyar solinaal thaan naan ingu irunthu seluven endru sonen. Vetkap pattu konde sasi endru sollinaal, aunty idam en mobile numberai oru thaalil ezhuthi koduthu enaku call seiyungal endru soli kuduthen.

Aunty udane athai paarthu vaangi kondaal, pinbu naan kadaiyai vitu vanthen. Aval aninthu iruntha adai paaaaaaa chance he illai avalavu sexiyaaga irunthathu.

Iru mulaiyum miga perithaaga irunthathu, avalai paarthaal vaai thinathu vidum avalavu sexiyaaga irunthathu. Avalin paal vanna mulaiyai suvaika aasai aasaiyaai vanthathu, neengal avalai neril parthaalum athai thaan soluveergal. Enaku eppozhuthu call varum endru kathu kondu irunthen, iravu 10 maniku call vanthathu.

Naan udane motai madiku sendru callai eduthu hello solinen, naan sasi pesugiren endru sollinaal. Naan solu sasi eppadi irukirai endru keten? Aval nandraaga irukiren endru solinaal. Iruvarum pesi kola aarambithom, aval veetil kanavan ilatha pozhuthu enaku call seigiren endru solli irunthaal. Oru naal koviluku sela irukiren nee varuvaaya endru ketal?

Kandipaaga entha kovil endru keten? Aval mailam kovil endru solinaal. Naan aval sona nerathirku koviluku kilambinen. Kutam athigamaaga irunthathu, naan aunty pine sendru nindru konden, kanavan aval mun nindru kondu irunthaan. Kuta nerusalil aunty pine sendru nindu konden, appozhuthu aval thirumbi ennai paarthu sirithaal.

Naanum avalai paarthu sirithen en sunniyai aunty soothil vaithu theika aarambithen. Aunty soothu thukalaaga sexiyaaga irunthathu, aval soothil en sunniyai vaithu theikave inbamaaga irunthathu. Kovilil sami kumbitu mudiyum varai jollyaga aunty soothil sunniyai vaithu theithu konde vanthen, en sunniyil vinthu varatha kurai thaan.

Aval soothil sunniyai vaithu theipathu avalai matter poduvathu pola irunthathu, unmaiyil sema feelaga irunthathu. Pinbu sami kumbitu mudithu vitu avalidam tata kanbithu vitu veetirku vanthen, andru iravu call vanthathu. Mendum motai madiyil sendru pesinen, indru ennai ena seithu kondu vanthaai endru ketal?

Naan ondrum seiya villaiye endru solli sirithen, enaku un meethu kola aasai vanathu. Nee en pine urasi kondu vanthathu enaku pidithu irunthathu endru sollinaal. Pinbu en veetil buthan kizhamai yarum iruka matargal. Nee en veetirku naan call seiyum pozhuthu vaa endru sollinaal, naan eppozhuthu kupitalum naan varuven endru solinen.

Appo ippozhuthu unnal vara mudiiyuma endru ketal? Nee sari solinaal ippozhuthe un veetil irupen endru solinen. Illai theva illai butham kizhamaiye vaa endru solinaal, buthan kizhamai eppozhuthu varum endru kaathu kondu irunthen. Naan kathu kondu iruntha naal vanthathu, aunty enaku call seithu veetirku azhaithaal.

Naan en nanban veetil bike vitu vitu nadanthu aunty kadaiku senren, aval veedum kadaiyum ondraga thaan irukum. Aunty ennai parthu sikiram ullle vaa endru ennai azhaithaal, ulle senrathum kathavai thapal potu vital. Aunty nightyil irunthaal, iru mulaiyum perithaaga pazhuthu irunthathu, aunty ennai katti pidithaal.

Naanum auntyai kati pidithen, aval meethu vasanaiyaaga irunthathu. Iru mulaiyum en maarbil pattu azhunthiyathu. Naan kaiyai aval soothu meethu vaithu kati pidithen, en sunni aval pundaiyil pattu irunthathu. Katti pidithu ithazhil kiss seithu lip lock seithom, pinbu ennai padukai araiku azhaithu endraal.

Ulle sendrathum nightyai kayatinaal ulle karupu nira bra matrum penty aninthu irunthaal. Avalai padukaiyil paduka vaithu mulai meethu mugathai vaithu thadava aarambithen, iru mulaiyum perithaaga irunthathu. Athan meethu mugathai vaikave panju methai meethu mugathai vaipathu pola irunthathu. Iru mulaiyai bravil irunthu veliyil eduthen.

Mulai kaambu viraithu irunthathu, mulai kambai vaaiyil vaithu suvaika aarambithen. Aunty hmmmmm hmmmmmmmm mmmmmm endru muanra aarambithaal. Aval munaruvathai ketkave aasaiyaaga irunthathu, iru mulaiyilum vaai vaithu sappi suvaithen, pinbu pundaiyil irukum pentiyai kayatinen, aval sinunginaal.

Iru thudaiyil mutham seithu konde pundaiku sendren, aunty sheve seithu suthamaaga vaithu irunthaal. Aunty pundaiyil naaku poda aarambithen, haaaaaaaaaa aunty pundaiyai suvaikave rusiyaaga irunthathu. Pundaiyai suvaithu vitu en aadaiyai kayatinen, aunty en sunniyai jatiyil irunthu veliyil eduthu athai sappa aarambithaal.

Sunniyai vaaiyil vaitha udan vinthu vanthu vidum pola irunthathu, aanal sema mooodaga irunthathil appai irunthu irukum vinthu aval umbinaalum vara villai. Sirithu neram sunniyai sapinaal pinbu aval meethu paduthu kondu kuthiyil sunniyai iraki ooka aarambithen. Inbamaaga irunthathu, aunty vegama sei da endru sollinaal.

Aval mulaiyai pidithu kondu vegamaaga aval kuthiyil oothen, pinbu doggy nilaiyil ooka enaku aasaiyaga irunthathu. Ethanai bitu padam paarthu irupen athil doggy nilayil athigam oopargal athanaal auntyai doggy nilaiyil vaithu ooka aarmabithen. Intha nilaiyil ooka sugamaaga irunthathu, irukamaagavum irunthathu.

Doggy nilaiyil oothu kondu irukum pozhuthu aunty pundaiyil vinthu vanthathu, sunniyai sorugave inbamaaga irunthathu. Vinthu vantha pundaiyil vegamaaga oothu sunni kanjai aunty pundaiyil irakinen.

Aunty punaiyil sunni kanjai irakum pozhuthu sorgathil irunthathu pola oru unarvu irunthathu. Sirith neram ooivu eduthu vitu mendum ooka aarambithom. Ini aunty veetil yaarum ilai endraal aunty kuthiyil kuthu thaan, Vanakam.

Hey friends. This is the first time when I’m writing a story in English. Although I write in Hindi, this time, I am trying to write in English as well. You probably won’t believe it, but I have been writing erotica since I was 19.  Now I am 23. If ever found time, I will write a story on how this happened at such a young age.

This story is truly about passionate sex with lots of feelings. So I wish you too read it with full feelings and imagination.  So now, let’s get to the story.

This story is about Preeti. I’m giving you a small sight of what happened with her in the past. Preeti was a playful girl and was doing a good job in Kolkata. She was married to Ayan when she was 28. Ayan belongs to a wealthy family. That’s why Preeti’s parents (lived in Durgapur) didn’t even think further and got her married to him.

Ayan was a good looking and charming guy. He was so lucky that he could have a wife like Preeti. He was attracted to her plumpy body when he first looked at her in a photo.

Finally, Preeti got married, but unfortunately, it lasted less than three years. As time went on, Preeti felt Ayan became emotionally abusive in many ways. Through it all, Preeti realized that sex was an important part of the relationship, especially to her husband. But over the years, the sex fell off.

Preeti realized it had become transactional. If she gave in to what he wanted in bed, she could get something in return – for example, a vacation or something she needs. Sometimes Ayan became violent when he drunk. Preeti talked about this with her parents, but they said that it was her family matter now.

Eventually, she divorced for many reasons.

After the divorce, Preeti moved in a 3BHK apartment in Golf Green in Kolkata and started her job again where she worked before. She could have shifted to Durgapur, where her parents lived. But their cowardice made her stay away from them. She also stopped taking her parent’s calls.

The main story begins now. Preeti’s eyes went heavy as she was going through the pages of the newly arrived magazine. It is happening to her often these days, a side effect of having too many pills for sleep.

She can’t sleep at night, and throughout the day, a spell of depression and drowsiness hangs heavy over her. Her cell phone was buzzing with vibration on the table beside the bed. It must be Sayani from her office. She has been calling so many times.

“Don’t they realize that I won’t be going back to work?” Preeti was thinking about sending the resignation letter to the H.R. It has been weeks since she last checked her Facebook and Twitter accounts, which she couldn’t live without before. No WhatsApp, no messages, no Gmail, no calls.

She lives in the massive 3 BHK apartment in Golf Green (a posh residential locality in the metropolis of Kolkata in India) like a helpless sailor. Her only connection with the outside world was the maid who comes every other day to clean up and cook for her.

She doesn’t even feel like making food for herself. If the maid doesn’t come, she orders lunch or dinner from the nearby restaurants who deliver at home.

A sudden gust of cool wind brushed on her bare feet, entered the lower part of her saree like a mischievous lover. It blew the pallu (part of the saree cloth covering the breasts), baring her blouse-covered chest.

She climbed out of bed and, arranging her saree, headed outside towards the balcony. A storm was blowing. The lines of trees across the road were shaking their shaggy heads. It was a storm accompanied by thunder squall that occurs a few times every year during or slightly before Baishakh.

The owner of the tea stall across the road was struggling with the shutter of his shop to close it against the violent gusts. People were running helter-skelter to find cover from the impending storm and rains.

Another gust of violent wind blew away Preeti’s pallu as she caught it instinctively. The wind was like an invisible naughty lover trying to violate her modesty. As she covered her chest, drawing back the slick strip of silk, she could notice two circular damp stains on her blouse.

She could also feel slight throbbing pain as well. The doctor had prescribed some pills to stop spontaneous effusion. Preeti had stopped taking them for quite some time. The pain was nothing compared to the pain of sadness that captured her heart and soul.

This pain was a constant reminder of what she had been robbed off, what those monsters had done to her. It had been around three years since she divorced her husband. The physical pain provided some balance to the pain of her heart.

She could smell herself, the scent of her womanhood, the scent of her robbed motherhood. The scent of pent up milk in her breasts, now spilling out. She had been effusing for quite some time. She didn’t even realize. This is why Preeti doesn’t wear western clothes like T-Shirts, tops, or salwar-kameez these days.

These spontaneous effusions have become an issue of embarrassment for her. If she wears a saree, the pallu covers her blouse, the wet stains are hidden beneath the cloth. Sometimes, when she goes downstairs, she could see the neighborhood kids playing in the park.

Looking at them, Preeti could neither control her tears or her breast milk, which threatened to ooze out of her eyes and breasts. Preeti could not take that smell anymore. The first drops of rain had spotted the road on the ground. The musty smell of the wet earth and her leaking motherhood were strangely identical.

The sky will satisfy the thirst of the earth. Preeti’s breasts were full to the brim, but she had no one thirsting for her. Her lap was empty as a desert. She returned to the bedroom. She was hurting. Today it was worse. Her breasts felt like they were going to explode.

She pulled them out one by one from the captivity of her blouse and bra and saw a thick white stream rolling down her nipples. They weighed heavy in her hands and becoming heavier with the coagulating milk. Her eyes become wet with tears looking at the elixir of life spilling out pointlessly.

There was no little hungry mouth to clamp on them and swallow the sweetness filling a little belly, quenching the thirst. She will never have that eternal peace and satisfaction. She stripped off her half-wet blouse and bra and exposed herself in front of her dressing table.

As she looked at herself in the mirror bare, Preeti was startled! Who is this she is looking at? There were dark circles under her large beautiful eyes. Her face was drawn in. A heaviness had settled on her once slim and athletic figure. It was the heaviness of maternity.

Some time, before, it would have made her look more full and beautiful. But she was not a mother. She could not be a mother. Her armpits were giving off a faint pungent smell of her body. It was her natural pheromone. She had not used deodorants or perfumes for quite some time as she didn’t feel the need to go out these days.

She was currently at the age of 34. Preeti’s breasts had bulged beyond belief, with the ripeness of her fully matured youth and the milk that was trapped in them. At this point, she was a full 38DD.

Preeti’s nipples were bloated and moist with seeping milk. The doctor had given her a breast pump, but she never used it. She knew there is a chance of breast cancer if milk is not pumped out regularly, but Preeti didn’t care!

Preeti did not like the way she looked in the mirror. Once she took pride in her nakedness, but she was not in that mental state anymore. She looked inside her wardrobe and picked out another blouse that matched her saree.

She dropped her moist blouse and bra in the washing machine and wore the new blouse skipping the bra. She got this blouse tailored after her divorce but wore it occasionally. It had a dangerously drooping neckline.

When she wore it for the first time, Sayani had complimented, “You are looking gorgeous wearing such a low-cut blouse. But it is showing a huge amount of cleavage.”

However, she didn’t care anymore. She wore the blouse but had to struggle. She had grown bigger after it was made. The blouse’s thin material barely contained her massive boobs. She didn’t have to wear a bra as they were so tightly fitted.

Half of her breasts were bulging out of the neckline like boiling milk, heaving out of a pan, about to be spilled. At this moment, any man would have gone mad with lust looking at her. But she couldn’t think of any man coz she was starting to hate all men!

She went to the kitchen and pulled out the bottle of Vodka from the freezer, and made a large drink for her. Preeti started taking alcohol after her divorce. She was not a regular smoker, used to smoke occasionally. But now she started smoking regularly.

Besides that, she also bought a few bottles of Smirnoff. Alcohol still didn’t suit her much. After a couple of drinks, she started losing her good senses. She was drinking and smoking in the balcony. After a few sips, Vodka had its effect. She was feeling desperate, her body was on fire, and she needed someone.

This was not only this time, but it was the story of whenever she got drunk. But being involved with a man was impossible after what happened with her.

At that moment, she started to think of older days with Ayan. She could remember Ayan’s thick seven-inch penis. She could remember every detail of his penis, the circumcised swollen head, thick veins crossing the entire penis, and the dense spurt of semen.

She instinctively pulled up her saree and touched her panty covered vagina. She became shocked to realize that her panties were wet. Her vagina was already coated with her body fluids. She tried to pull her mind away from such arousal and decided to have a bath.

Preeti’s body was pleading for the male genital. Preeti could have easily invited any man from her social and work circle. There were so many of them who slavering for her. But the idea of sharing the bed with another man was completely unacceptable for her.

She came to the bedroom and lay on the bed. Her body was on fire. She felt restless. Her hands were traveling all over her body, her face, her neck, and then she started squeezing her breasts. Preeti couldn’t take it anymore and moan loudly. Her huge milk loaded breasts felt like they would burst.

“Oh God, why are you doing this to me? Why can’t I control my body anymore?” she groaned. She lifted up her saree and started rubbing her thighs. Preeti pulled her saree up toward the stomach and slid her fingers down under her panty. Letting her fingertips find and gently stroke over her labia.

Preeti then circled over the hard nub of her clit, enjoying the sensation as her hand explored the fabric-restricted area between her legs. She was quite enjoying it. It was a strange flavor, sexually arousing self-inflicted frustration.

She licked her lips. She had time to enjoy a little, just a little taste of self-satisfaction. With her other hand, Preeti pulled her breasts free from the confines of the blouse. As they liberated from the fabric, she breathed out.

Her hand met the fleshy mounds of her breasts, natural and soft. The nipples puckered up and thrilled as her fingerpads lightly, so lightly, brushed over them. The wall clock ticked in the silence.

Preeti then pulled her panty down to the thighs. She ran her fingertips lightly over her soft thighs, trailing patterns over them, moving slowly upward. Her juice was already spread over her thighs, which act as a lure for her fingers. She softly teased the sides of her soft fleshy vagina.

Preeti was writhing, twisting, losing herself, and getting tangled. She was enjoying smearing her juices over the bed and her shining inner thighs. She rubbed her fingers between her wet vagina lips, enjoying the slipperiness of it.

Her fingerpads lightly strummed over the spreading, eager lips and caved lightly into her vagina. Preeti felt so hot, so slippery, so tight and intimate. The heel of her palm rubbed joyously against her urgently needy clit, causing a surge of orgasmic sensation back through the body.

With her middle finger dipped inside, her whole hand comes into play, and she started fucking herself mercilessly. She wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. Preeti pulled her finger out, and she dipped her two fingers inside. Fingers slipping over it, faster, faster.

Her pussy clenching and swallowing her thrusting fingers. Preeti’s other hand tweaking her nipples and there to add an extra layer of stimulation. Dipping her fingers down again into her hot, tight entrance, gathering more of the copious lubricant and returning to her fingertips once more.

Preeti’s index and middle finger easily slipped over her erect, exposed, and straining clit. Her slippery hot pussy juice forming the perfect lube. Faster and faster, she moved her fingertips lightly over her slicked clit. She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Forgetting everything else but the last few fantasies dirtying up her mind. The sensation of her fingertips slipping with incredible speed over her slick clitoris. Suddenly light bursts into her brain, and she flooded.

She rides over that waterfall of emotion, sensation, carried away, lost to the orgasm. Never wanting it to end, this molten gold feeling suffused with warmth and breaths coming ragged and fast.

Hazy vision returns as she realized that her eyes squeezed shut for the final tantalizing few moments of that climactic ride. She returned back to calmness with ebbing throbs. Her pussy gulps with the aftershocks, and her clit feel numb after the explosion.

Preeti gave herself over to her orgasm and cried out too loud. She let her hands lay where they were. One between her legs, enjoying the post-orgasmic ripples of her pussy and clit together. The other was on her boobs, exposed to the growing sunlight. Her orgasm caused a wet patch on the bed.

She yawned once more and decided to get out of bed to go run a much-needed bath.

To be continued.

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