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Hi everyone, this is the second part of the story. For a better understanding, please read the first part first.

The morning after I was reeling unable to accept what had transpired. His words—You are a girl now—haunted me especially since I felt a strange resonance with them during the act. This disturbed me deeply. All my life from my college days onward I had only liked girls. He had transformed me into a cock-sucking slut. I resolved then and there no matter what I would not go near him again.

I started coming home late from college burying myself in my studies and focusing on my career. I am sure he noticed my avoidance but he never said a word acting as if nothing had happened. Days passed and I did not even think about sex for a long time.

Then one night I thought of watching porn. It started innocently enough but after a while as the actresses began giving blowjobs my urges flared. I craved a cock in my mouth but I forced myself not to seek him out. I turned off the video and went to sleep. This internal battle continued for some days.

One day curiosity got the better of me and I searched for hands-free orgasm. I delved deep into the results finding many related videos and discovered the term sissygasm—an orgasm supposedly achievable only by a true sissy. The more I learned the more horny I became absorbing knowledge about it yet simultaneously feeling scared. It had not been over two weeks since the last incident and I had not masturbated so I was incredibly aroused. The more I understood the more I craved cock realizing a new world was waiting for me. All the sissy captions and posts turned me on intensely. I wanted to be a sissy girl for my guy. The thought of a cock began to drive me crazy. I knew it was something stronger than anything else I had tried to stop myself many times but I could not stop thinking about cock.

One night after my parents had gone to sleep I was watching TV with the cook nearby. He did not do anything just watched TV. I desperately wanted him to touch me to tell me to suck his cock. After some time he announced he was going to sleep and went to his room. Five minutes later I turned off the TV went to his room and knocked.

He opened it and asked what was wrong. Nothing I mumbled. He then asked Do you want me to fuck you like last time? I said nothing my face flushed with shyness. He pressed again Why have you not come to my room all these days? Then he stated I will only give you my cock if you accept yourself as my girl.

He asked again Will you accept yourself as my girl? I nodded my head. He removed my clothes and there I was again naked in front of a guy my desire for cock intensifying with each passing day. He removed his pants pulled down his boxers and knelt me down in front of him. His cock was thrusting straight towards me.

I opened my mouth to suck it but he stopped me. First tell me you are my girl and you love to get fucked like a girl he instructed. Shyly I repeated the words. He then told me See? You cannot resist my cock anymore. You need cock to fulfill your desire. Now that you have accepted yourself promise me you will not masturbate like a boy. I agreed to him.

Now you can suck cock he said. I began to suck his cock like a hungry whore licking his balls. He carried me to the bed and started to kiss me a sensation I had missed terribly. When he kissed my neck I would moan like a bitch. He sucked my nipples for five minutes then started to touch my thighs. His touch and kisses made me feel even more girlish.

He noticed and said You have truly turned into a girl and kissed my lips even more deeply. He grabbed my dick holding it and told me You have an erection again. It was rock hard but he held it so tightly that it looked small. No use for an erection when you are not allowed to cum from it he taunted humiliating me.

For some reason I started loving it perhaps because I was beginning to accept myself as a sissy girl. He lifted my legs and began to lick my asshole which felt incredibly good. Then he face-fucked me and I could feel his pre-cum in my mouth which I drank. He rubbed his cock all over my face.

He told me my blowjob skills had improved a lot and I could give him a sloppy blowjob with lots of tongue and lick his balls. Then he applied gel to my hole and to his cock. Tell me he commanded Fuck me like a girl. I repeated Fuck me like a girl. He pushed his thick cock inside me and I could feel the fullness in my ass.

Once his cock was fully inside I saw my dick begin to shrink. He noticed it too. Look at your useless dick he taunted. You are meant to be fucked like a girl. Hearing all this made me feel even more girlish and excited. My moans grew louder and louder.

After fucking me in missionary position he told me to ride on his cock. It was my first time trying that position and it was truly an amazing feeling as his cock went fully inside my hole. I started to ride his cock like a slut completely forgetting that I was a boy. I was so much in love with myself. After five minutes I was tired so I started to kiss his lips.

Then he began to give powerful strokes. I was jumping with his power his cock was hitting my hole fully. He then pushed me against the wall and fucked me in a standing position. From there he took me back to the bed and fucked me in missionary. I felt the same sensation in my dick that I had felt last time I knew I was about to get a sissygasm.

Within seconds without even touching my dick cum leaked out. It was so satisfying. He told me You have truly become a girl. He gave a few more strokes and unloaded his juice onto my face. I felt satisfied. I cleaned up and went to my room sleeping peacefully because I had finally accepted myself.

This lifestyle continued for a few months. I frequently gave him blowjobs my face often covered with his thick cum. I completely stopped masturbating wanting to remain constantly horny to give him maximum pleasure. I could see the changes in myself .

I was becoming more like a girl. I started removing all my body hair almost daily during baths and enjoyed the sensation of smooth skin even though he had not asked me to. He fucked me well for almost a year but unfortunately due to personal reasons he had to return to his village and leave his job as our cook. I felt genuinely terrible that day.

Months passed and my urge for sex began to resurface. I craved cock but felt helpless without him. I resorted to watching videos and masturbating something I had stopped doing for a long time. At the time I thought this was the only way to control my urges. However as time went on I could not resist after watching sissy captions and hypno videos.

I also discovered cross-dressing a concept I was completely unaware of. I found myself wanting to dress like a girl before getting fucked wanting a guy to treat me as his girlfriend. This desire only intensified becoming uncontrollable. With no partner to experiment with I began coming home early from college and searching for my mom’s outfits.

I would try them on standing in front of the mirror and get incredibly horny. I even tried on bras and panties feeling like a girl. The fabric of the panties in particular grabbed my ass sending sensations through my dick. This continued for many days.

One day my parents told me they were hiring a new cook. Hearing this news I was initially disheartened fearing it would end my cross-dressing sessions. They told me he would be arriving the following week. The day finally came and with it the new cook.

His name was Mahesh and he appeared to be around 38 to 40 years old very well-built and six feet two inches tall. My parents welcomed him and explained all the household requirements. I however was largely indifferent. Mahesh then told them that the previous cook Santosh had already informed him of everything and he smiled looking directly at me.

I was utterly shocked to hear this. Days went by and I started using gay dating apps but I could not find my type of guy in my area though I chatted with many. I had begun my Master’s degree at a nearby college and on Saturdays we only had two classes finishing by 11 AM. I was not an outgoing person so I usually returned home as soon as possible.

Around 12:30 PM after taking a shower I had lunch which Mahesh served. He initiated a conversation with random questions like How far is your college? I asked him how he knew our first cook. He replied that they were friends and had worked together in the hotel industry for a while. I said Okay.

Then to my shock he asked How was your first cook Santosh? Was he able to satisfy you? He laughed adding with a smile That was he cooking good? what you are thinking about in shocked way? I faked a laugh knowing something was definitely amiss. I finished my lunch and went to my room.

After 10 mins Mahesh knocked my door and asked if he could watch tv in the hall. I agreed. He then insisted I join him. I said Okay. After five minutes he asked if he could massage my legs. I felt a familiar sensation in my leg and agreed. As he began pressing my leg he pulled it upwards noticing my hairless skin.

Your legs are like a girl’s he remarked. I smiled shyly. Slowly his hand moved to my inner thigh. Santosh told me your story he whispered. He used to fuck you like a girl. Is it true? His hands on my inner thigh were driving me crazy. Let us go to your room I said I will make you fully a girl. He extended his hand and I took it walking with him to his room.

He began to kiss my lips fiercely and I responded with equal intensity. Within seconds our tongues met and he stripped me naked. Seeing my hairless body he complimented me You are even hotter than Santosh described. My ass had grown bigger and rounder like a girl’s with a soft smooth waist.

He saw my fully erected dick and commented Your dick is so slim and your balls are tiny. He told me to turn around to inspect my ass squeezing it and hugging me from behind. From today your ass is mine he whispered. Hearing this made me very happy. As he hugged me from behind I could feel his cock pressing against me.

He removed his own clothes and told me to turn around to see his naked body. I was utterly impressed his cock was eight inches incredibly thick and his balls were like tennis balls. I hugged him tightly as he grabbed my ass. I could not resist holding his cock playing with it and grabbing his balls.

We moved to the bed and he lay on top of me. While kissing me he asked Do you want to be fully a girl? I was very horny and quickly said Yes. He told me Then you need to do what I say. Okay I replied. He kissed my neck sucked my nipples hard kissed my stomach and told me Your body is very girlish; it will be easy to turn you into a sissy girl.

I was surprised to hear him use the term sissy. I asked him how he knew it and he replied that he knew a lot and would make me a true sissy girl. A boy who has a girly body wants to be like a girl and wants to be fucked by a guy and be submissive—that is you he explained. I will make sure you forget you are a boy he added.

Later he lay down and told me to come on top of him. I started kissing all over his body unable to wait to have his cock in my mouth. I moved down his cock directly in front of my mouth. I smelled his cock and rubbed it all over my face before starting to give him a blowjob.

I began with a lick from the base to the tip of his cock sucking his precum as it emerged and swallowing it. Sucking his cock after such a long time felt incredibly good. Mahesh complimented me saying I sucked cock really well like a true sissy girl. I licked his balls for five minutes until he was satisfied. He then made me get into a doggy position and began to lick my hole.

I could feel his saliva dripping onto my tiny balls and onto the bed. He then used the gel and inserted his fingers noting Your hole has become tight. He asked if anyone had fucked me after Santosh. I said No. Then he applied gel to his cock and started to push it in. It hurt at first but after a minute it began to feel good.

His cock stretched my hole going fully in and out. He was enjoying it fucking me harder and I was moaning loudly. My dick had already lost its erection but as he fucked me my limp dick and tiny balls moved back and forth. Then he fucked me in missionary position where I lost control and had a sissygasm.

He told me that only a true sissy is able to cum while getting fucked. He continued to fuck me for another five minutes and then cummed on my face thick cum dripping down my chin. I went to the washroom and cleaned myself while he remained on the bed.

He told me to come close and sleep with him. He cuddled me and kissed me and I slept on his chest naked playing with his chest hair. After five minutes of silence I thanked him for the fun. He replied It is just the beginning.. there is still a long way to go. From today your name is Kritika.

I did not say anything. He then started talking about sissies and showed me many sissy videos on his mobile. Suddenly he told me If you want to be a sissy girl you need to dress like a girl as well. I was extremely excited. He told me to open online shopping sites and buy myself a bra and panty.

I had always wanted to try thong panties so I ordered those along with sleeveless tops mini skirts many short dresses with stockings a babydoll outfit a long-haired wig and some makeup like eyelash extender eyeliner lipsticks of different shades and foundation creams.

I told him I could not keep these clothes in my room as my mom might find them so he offered to keep them in his room. He also told me about a chastity cage. I was unwilling to order it but he forced me telling me he would make me wear it. I told him my dick would not fit and he laughed saying It is of no use anyway. I will make it fit.

Then he told me to order a butt plug and instructed me not to cum on my own going forward. I said Okay. He showed me how I needed to touch myself telling me to pinch my nipples while touching my dick and to rub my dick like girls masturbate. From that day he saved my number as Kritika.

The next night after my parents had gone to sleep I went to his room. He called out Kritika come in and told me to lock the door. He had many porn videos on his mobile mostly anal sex and sissy girls getting fucked. I could see his cock getting harder. He told me to remove my dress and start giving him a blowjob.

I began sucking his cock licking every inch. Suddenly he lifted his legs and told me to lick his asshole. It was my first time but I agreed and licked it. At first it was a bit gross but then I was okay with it. He then told me to give him a blowjob. I started to suck his cock and balls. He made me kneel down while he stood in front and I gave him a blowjob.

He told me he wanted to release his juice inside my mouth. I could feel the hot thick load in my mouth. He removed his cock from my mouth and told me to show the cum in my mouth. I was about to spit it out but he stopped me and told me If you really want to be a sissy girl you need to swallow it.

I had given many blowjobs before but had never swallowed. I swallowed it as he told me it was thick salty and bitter. He ordered me not to waste a single drop of his cum. I slowly became Kritika, a sissy girl who loves cock and cum. At first, I was shocked when that happened and I tried to fight it. But soon, after watching videos and learning about sissygasm.

I started wanting more. Mahesh, the new cook, then helped me truly accept this feeling. He used girl’s clothes to make me feel and act more like a girl. By the end, I was not just happy to suck cock and swallow cum. I truly loved it. It made me feel completely like a sissy girl, happy to please men and live a life where my old self was completely gone.

Myself Chirag got into incest after watching mother-son films online and smelling her dirty bra and panty, I became highly intrigued in incest last year. Hence, despite the fact that my mother is an ordinary-looking Indian mother, I became attracted to her.

My mother suffered an impact damage to her left leg and a fracture to her right leg in an accident last month. There was some strain, but it’s healed now. The doctor advised her to have a little massage with hot oil on her leg.

Mom was my interest, but I lacked the knowledge and bravery to pursue it. I offered to give Mom the massage with the sole goal of healing her. I so began spending an hour and a half each day after supper, massaging her legs. At home, she wears a nightgown and of course, a bra and panty.

I therefore felt a little good about massaging her. I massaged her legs till her knees. To prevent oil from getting on her clothing, she tucked her nightgown to her knees. I used to spend almost ninety minutes each day massaging. For a week, this continued.

When I was massaging her the following week, she had a slight odour that seemed to be coming from her pants. I assumed she was having her peirods. I had my first thought of her panty at that point. Usually, she falls asleep as I give her a massage. I carefully slide her gown up to her thighs that day following the massage.

Her black panty was visible as I leaned down. That, together with the view of her inner thighs, really turned me on. I so kept massaging her while observing her panty. I had never before looked at her privates like this.

I couldn’t get the thought out of my head the following day. That smell drove me a little crazy, so I wanted to do more with Mom. So I came up with an idea. As usual, I began and completed my routine massage. After I finished, I lied to my mother when I woke her up, telling her that the doctor had called today and instructed her to massage her legs completely for a week. This therapy will conclude this week once this was finished. She was rather taken aback by that, and I could see why she was hesitant to give her legs a thorough massage. She must have figured how to get her son to massage her entire leg. Being a traditional Indian woman, she was naturally wary of such things.

Without glancing at her, I began to pull up her nightgown, but she somehow controlled herself and let me without a word. I raised her nightgown to the level of her pants. She stops it there right away out of shyness. However, I asked her, “What are you doing, mum?”

When oil gets on her clothing, it will become useless and slide back up. I could tell that she was wearing black pants that day. The first thing I did was stare at my mother’s panty. Her robe was on top of the upper portion of the panty, exposing her entire legs and making the entire panty visible.

Her entire lower body was visible to me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it despite trembling. In an attempt to catch a sight of my birth hole, I purposefully stretched her legs a little further. However, her panty completely covered her vagina. She was having periods, so by this point I could smell the scent coming from her vagina.

Despite her hesitation and shyness, which I could see clearly on her face, she remained silent. Her panty was damp from the oil clinging to her body after I added more hot oil to the upper portion of her thighs. However, I was unable to see anything beneath her panty.

Since I couldn’t see any hairs, it appeared to be shaven. I was afraid to touch it, so I started doing a few things, like elevating her legs and massaging and extending them. I assume that having hot oils on her intimate areas made her feel quite uneasy (maybe turned on). She concluded the session by telling me it was enough for today.

I was so happy that night that I repeatedly masturbated while reflecting on what had transpired. I had the exact same notion the following day as well. I believed that this was my one chance and that it was either now or never. What can I do though? After giving it a lot of thought during the day, I made the decision to touch her panty today.

If everything goes well, possibly stick my fingers inside it. I thought that was impossible, so I kind of chuckled about it. I thus lifted her nightgown all the way up to her panty at the beginning of my massage today. She looked stunning while sporting white panty.

I made the decision to complete my duties as scheduled today and avoid seeing her face. After ten minutes of massaging my lower legs, I quickly moved up. I did what I did yesterday and took more oil. I stretched her legs wide and sat between them to massage each leg because her white panty was fully soaked from the hot oil.

She was not sleeping, which she used to do every day till now, and she was moving around a little, which made her uncomfortable. Now, pretending it was an accident, I began stroking my fingers over her panty. She gently informed me right away that she needed additional massage on her lower part of leg because of pain.

As I touched her panty, I realised what she meant. After two minutes of shifting down, I moved back up and resumed caressing her panty. I slipped my hands inside the panty from the side while massaging it before she could say anything. As I swiftly took my hands off of her, she jolted up for a moment and asked what I was doing.

She closed her broad legs when I repeated the action. However, I spread it back once more and went on. We both recognised what was going on, but because we were both hesitant about such matters at home, we lacked the confidence to talk about it. By this point, my dick was really painful and hard.

After performing this deed four or five times, I discovered my birth hole inside her panty and inserted two fingers while sliding my hands inside. She sounded as though she had just been shocked and added, “Chirag, that’s enough for today.”

She understood that things were becoming worse and that she was powerless because she couldn’t even discuss it with me. “Mom,” I said. I only spent forty minutes. Since it’s the last week, I’ll finish it after 20 more minutes. Despite her strong desire to stop, I continued the massage without turning to face her.

After a few minutes, I inserted my fingers once more into her panty and once more into the birth hole, or vagina. However, I didn’t take my fingers out of the panty and put them back in. This marked the beginning of my mother’s fingering.

She was trying to pull her nightgown down from another hand while holding my other hand tightly and closing her eyes, signalling that this should end. It was hard to describe the look of confusion and fear on her face.

However, I kept moving my fingers back and forth. I began caressing my mother’s pussy after carefully inserting my two fingers into her. She was unable to stop it, and it was getting out of hand. To my surprise, she remained silent, but clearly was unhappy with what was going on, so I continued this and accelerated the motion.

After a while, she came heavily as her juice was dripping out of her panty after I had done this for three or four minutes, but I kept going. She had stopped moving altogether by this point and was behaving as though she was asleep.When she attained climax, I could see her relax (which I knew). I reached out with my hands and gave her leg a final massage.

This was not the end but just the beginning of this journey. Will tell in the next part how this interaction continued leading to much more. Your feedbacks are much appreciated at [email protected]. Next part will come out soon.

Note: If you haven’t read the previous parts, please read them before reading this part.

(Continued from Part 1)

I was really happy with Aryan, and with the promise I had made to him. I often saw him staring at me. And I liked it so much that I winked at him whenever I was in the mood. His grades had improved a lot, and that made me regain the hope I had lost in him. And for a while, everything seemed to be going well. Then, as the last day approached, I got something into my head.

I decided to give Aryan a taste of what awaited him if he was successful. And that day, I wore a tight shirt with jeans. It didn’t matter, though, because there were only a few students there. Most of the students who did well got more study time and were let out a few days early.

Inside, I wore a padded push-up bra and a pair of black cotton lace panties. I also had my hair tied back in a ponytail and went to class. After class and the party, some students decided to stay for a while to study. Aryan was one of them, and I decided to give him a biology lesson. I had lessons until lunch, and we ate lunch together.

After lunch, I put my plan into action. I went to class and saw Aryan sitting at the bench. I admired how cute he looked, and I went to him and sat next to him. I leaned over to help him and deliberately pushed my breasts forward, putting on a coy smile. I could see him eyeing my breasts, and I deliberately adjusted my bra straps, then placed a hand to block his view.

“Aryan, have you prepared yourself well?” I asked him.

He nodded, but I could see he was staring at my breasts. I snapped my fingers.

“Aryan, did you hear me?”

“Ma’am, I did my best,” he replied.

“Is that so? Then let me check your grades. And I have a surprise for you.” At these words, I winked at him and put my hand on his thigh. He felt a little restless.

I bit my lips. “Haven’t you forgotten the promise I made to you, Aryan?”

He blushed slightly and nodded.

“Wait here,” I said.

I went into my office, took a quick look, and came back.

“You’ve been a good boy,” I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. Then I took both his hands in mine and placed them on my breasts.

“Ma’am, I don’t think I feel…” I interrupted him, placing a finger on his lips.

“Shh. I know you’ve been staring at my body for a while. Now you can touch it.”

He started squeezing my breasts, and it excited me. He squeezed for a while before continuing.

“Take off your shirt, ma’am. I want to see them,” he said with a slight edge in his voice that made my nipples harden.

I began slowly to tease him. He was frustrated, however, when he stood up and took off my shirt himself. Then he pushed me back, and I grabbed his tie, went back, and sat on my desk.

“Don’t be so rude, Aryan. I’m your teacher,” I said.

In response, he kissed me on the lips. I was shocked and aroused by the gesture; even more so when he kissed my navel. He was in a hurry, and I completely melted into his kisses on my navel. Instinctively, I put my hand on his head. I felt myself weakening and leaned back as he pushed his tongue deep into my navel. And he took the opportunity to kiss me between the exposed curves of my breasts.

I got breathless for a second and saw the tent in his pants. I slowly rubbed my hand over it, which made him more fervent, and his intensity increased. I looked down and saw his cute face buried between my breasts. I got wet seeing it and kissed his head, pushing it deeper. I let out a soft moan and suddenly stopped when I realized that he was removing the hook of my bra from behind.

I knew I had to stop him, and somehow I held my bra in place over my breasts. But he was forceful and kissed my neck, which made me wetter. But, with sheer willpower, I pushed him back.

“No, no, no… You just can’t touch me like that,” I said, putting on my bra and my shirt.

“Ma’am, please. Let me,” he said, coming closer and holding out his hands.

I pulled him closer by the collar and kissed him on the lips.

“You will, Aryan. Be a good boy, and you will,” I smiled at him. At that moment, the bell rang.

“Go home, Aryan. I’ll be waiting for you after exams,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. He walked back and stopped at the door to look at me. I gave him a flying kiss, and he left.

After some time, I got dressed and went to my house. I was still lusty, with his hasty kisses lingering on me. And so I tried to seduce my husband, initiating conversations about sex and giving him cues, but he wasn’t in the mood. At midnight, he was still asleep, and I tossed and turned to no avail, with my body restless from frustration. So I had to do something.

After making sure he was still asleep, I undressed and tried fingering myself. But my lust still remained, so I got out my dildo, which I hadn’t used for a while, and started slowly. I kissed it first, which made my pussy wet, and then I teased my pussy as my nipples hardened. I licked it clean of my pussy juices and deepthroated myself. And I pushed it into my pussy, unable to hold back. I pushed it in and somehow managed to stifle a loud moan.

After a while, my legs felt weak. I took out my dildo and saw that it was dripping with my cum. I stayed in the bathroom for a while, cleaned myself, and got dressed in peace. In the middle of the night, I slept like a rock while my husband was oblivious to my lust.

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‘Seducing Aryan-Part 3’ will be announced soon.

Hey guys, it has been a while since I posted my last story, so here’s the follow-up:

We both came out of the bathroom and spent the rest of the day acting normally, like nothing had happened, because my uncle and cousins were there. So, we had lunch, and then I went for a walk in the evening to spend some time. When I came back, my brother told me that he and my sister were going to a friend’s house and were going to have a sleepover.

I was excited to hear that, because it meant that my aunt and I would be at home alone, as my uncle had night shifts. Then we had dinner, and my aunt gave me plenty of naughty looks throughout the dinner, which again made me horny as I began to think about the bathroom incident mid-meal.

Skip to after the meal, at about 10 p.m., my cousins left for the sleepover, and I was just waiting for my uncle to leave so that I could spend time with my aunt. But then the sad news hit me. Uncle’s office was closed for the night, which meant he was going to be at home, and I wouldn’t be able to do much. I was disappointed, seeing this, but there was nothing I could have done. I spent an hour or so scrolling through reels, and then my uncle and aunt went to sleep.

I was sleeping in the hall all alone, and suddenly, I started getting flashbacks from earlier that day when my aunt gave me the best blowjob ever, and that made me hard in seconds. I covered myself with a blanket and started rubbing my cock through my pants, just thinking about the incident and imagining pounding her hard. I opened up porn and was edging for like 5 minutes when my aunt came into the hall.

I didn’t hear her, as I had my earphones in and didn’t realize how loud I was moaning. I was oozing so much precum that my whole underwear was soaked. As she walked into the hall, she must have listened to my loud moans and figured out what I was doing. She slowly walked towards me and then entered my blanket. I got scared, as I couldn’t see it was her, and quickly turned off the phone and looked at her.

She had a jaw-dropping reaction as she saw my precum-soaked underwear and told me that my size was impressive. I was stoked on hearing this and asked her, “Would you like to help me out here? It seems like I couldn’t get a hold of how good you made me feel earlier today in the bathroom.”

I am still wondering how in the world I got so much confidence to say that. She winked at me and told me that she was all in. She told me to lie down, open up porn on my phone, and let her do her thing. I did what she said and started to watch porn, as she stripped me down, and again told me that I was the first person she had seen release so much precum. She first licked all the precum off of my underwear and then removed it.

My cock sprang up, as I was already close to cumming. She started with light brushes to the shaft. Then, she moved up and started rubbing the head. She did this for hardly 2 minutes, and I was about to cum.

She said, “You think about me so much that you are already about to cum?”

I told her how much I thought of her throughout the day, and she laughed. She eventually started stroking it, still keeping me on the edge, leaving me to beg her to relieve me, but she denied it every time. There was a pool of precum on the tip. She used it as lube, which pushed my limits further.

She was stroking me with one hand, and her other hand was in her pants. She edged me for 10 minutes; every time I was close, she would take her hands off and stare at it before stroking it again. After so much begging and whimpering, she finally let me cum. And let me tell you, that was the biggest and longest cum shot I have ever had. It reached her head, which she did not expect, and covered her entire shirt with my thick cum ropes.

I moaned hard, but she covered my mouth, saying that Uncle would wake up. She then licked my cock clean and was leaving when I stopped her and told her that now it was her turn. I pulled her, and got on top of her. She did not hesitate and let me do what I was doing.

I first started by kissing her, while I moved my hands up her waist through her shirt, caressing her belly and her back. We kissed for some time, then I broke the kiss and started to take her shirt off. I took it off and kissed her belly and slowly moved to her perfectly round boobs. I pressed her boobs through the purple semi-transparent bra she was wearing and instantly got hard again. I unhooked it and kissed and sucked her.

She started to moan from this, and I told her there was a lot to come ahead. After that, I moved down and removed her pants. I saw her already wet panties and asked her if she wanted me that bad. She got embarrassed and covered her mouth. Then I started rubbing her pussy over her panties, which made her even more wet. Then I slid her panties to the side and inserted two of my fingers in. She moaned hard as I continued to finger her. She started to breathe heavily and started to rub her clit with one hand and stroked my dick with the other.

It hardly took her 10 minutes to cum. But oh boy, was it a good orgasm for her! She was moaning like crazy, and I had to cover her mouth this time, so that Uncle wouldn’t hear us. She squirted all over the bed and wetted me as well. I was too close to my second orgasm and came all over her boobs. She glazed them with my cum and wore the bra over her cum-covered boobs and told me to wear clothes as well. She said that it was the best orgasm she ever had and also the first time she squirted.

She explained how her husband was never sexually active, and that she had to finger herself to sleep every day. I told her that I was going to fulfill all her wishes, and she kissed me and told me to sleep.

That’s all for this part, guys. Let me know if you liked it or not. Give me feedback on how I can improve my writing.

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Hi, this is Mr Anonymous here, Mumbai. This is a continuation and the second part of my story. This is a real incident that took place in my life. So please have patience for the whole story cause this is not some quick build-up fantasy story.

To make it clear that every word written in this story is real. So enjoy the feel, guys. A quick recap and reintroducing you to the main character of this story. Her name is Vaishwi. Her stats are 38-36-40. An absolute chubby beauty. She had milk-like skin.

Not to exaggerate, but whatever she wears, her thigh curves are always visible. Now, coming to the story

We reached our hometown at around 10 pm. We got out of the car and settled into our house. The journey was very tiresome and definitely more tiresome for me and Vaishwi (Read the previous part). Some of the people in the house had already dozed off, while others were already half asleep.

By 11:30 pm, rooms were allotted to everyone in the house. Of course, the elders were to decide whose gonna sleep where. It was decided that my elder brother, Vaishwi and my Dadi would be sleeping in one of the smaller rooms. What more could I ask of God?

Luck was crazily favouring me. We smiled at each other when we found out we were gonna be in the same room. The lights were turned off by 12. Dadi instantly dozed off on one bed while my brother slept on another. We were only waiting for my brothers to sleep so that we could begin our session.

Until then, we were touching, teasing and turning on each other under the blankets. By 1 am, we were sure that my brother had fallen into a deep sleep. And then we begin our session.

I slowly raised her t-shirt and let in my hands. Only to fuckin realize this girl hasn’t worn a bra. Her lust had made her so gutsy. She smiled at my reaction. I pressed her boobs gently, caressing them, not to forget nibbling her nipples.

While my other hand rubbed over her pants, making her yearn for the touch of her pussy. She got so impatient and horny that she grabbed my hand and pressed it inside her pants. It was flooding down there inside her pants. She was leaking juices like anything.

Just imagine a chubby beauty like her, breathing heavily, which makes her boobs move up and down due to excess pleasure. This had already made my sword battle inside my shorts. She understood my situation and gently rubbed her hands over my crotch.

Due to this sudden pleasure in the dark without any warning, I trembled a bit, and she giggled. She took out my cock and started rubbing it, making it rock hard. Harder and harder with every second. Both of us were turned on like hell.

On the way, she had told me she had wanted to try Facesitting. (Those who don’t know Facesitting should definitely try it.) We began with Facesitting. She jumped over my face and started riding over it. Gently rubbing her pussy over my mouth.

That moment was so very erotic. I was enjoying it. I was rather turned on by the fact that she was trying to suppress her moans with my family sleeping around. It was getting harder for her to control her moans. It was risky, after all. I made her bend a little.

I let in my cock in her mouth making it a 69 position, it was now a two way enjoyment session. Along with eating her pussy I was also pressing and pinching her chubby ass. Satisfied with the starters( foreplay) we now were excited for the main course (fucking). Satisfied with the starters( foreplay), we were now excited for the main course (fucking)

My cock had been dying to be in her pussy since yesterday. She lay down below me and positioned herself in a missionary position, expecting to be penetrated any second. But after all, it’s me being me. I like teasing a girl very much. I rubbed my cock over her pussy walls and slapped my cock over her clit.

She cried out a little. I shut her mouth with my hand. I whispered in her ears. Say, ” Please fuck me!” She obeyed me like an obedient child and said it. I slowly slid in my dick in her warm thick, and tight pussy. I let it stay in there for a few seconds to enjoy that warm feeling.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks with pleasure. Gently, I started thrusting her, trying to make as little noise as our bodies clapping each other. We made it a sensual and passionate session. My lips locked with hers while my hands rubbed her nipples and ears.

I was able to feel her pleasure from her moans. They were being silenced in my mouth, and her body was shivering. We switched to the cowgirl position after checking that others were still asleep. She guided my dick inside her pussy and started jumping over my dick.

A chubby beauty like her, with big bouncing dicks and a killer expression, is such a treat to watch. I was lost in ecstasy and pleasure. Soon her body tensed, and her muscles contracted around my dick. She reached the edge she hugged me tightly while scratching my back, and she cum.

I, too, was over the edge and was about to cum, but as I didn’t have a condom, I had to pull out, and she made me cum with a handjob. She cuddled in my arms for some time after such a tiresome session. We got up once again to check if anyone was awake.

Before sleeping, I made love to her for some time. Later, she slept with her head over my chest. We had a few sessions after that, but no other session of ours had been this sensual, risky, and enjoyable as this.

Reviews will be appreciated. Feel free to contact me at [email protected].

Hello, readers. I’m coming back to you with another experience, courtesy of my Mami. Well, this is the second part of one of my experiences with my Mami and me. My love and my mom helped me get laid down with my Mami, also my MIL.

That night, after dropping Mama at the airport, I returned home to find everything quiet. The house felt strangely calm. Mom had already gone to bed, door half-open, her bedside lamp still glowing dimly.

I peeked in—she was curled on her side, phone plugged in. Her saree was neatly folded on the chair. Everything about her looked peaceful. I smiled to myself. My sweet witch was sleeping soundly, as if nothing big was brewing.

At the airport, it felt like a regular family trip—at least on the surface. Mami looked calm, maybe a little unsure. I kept my tone polite and distant. Mom was warm, perhaps a little too warm with me.

Nothing over the top, just enough to make someone watching raise an eyebrow. And I think Mami noticed. Not fully, not clearly—but something. The way we exchanged looks, or how she leaned on me while talking, planted a question in her mind. But that was good. Confusion has a way of opening doors.

We rented a car. I was driving. Mom took the passenger seat and gave directions like she knew every turn. Mami sat quietly in the back, staring out the window. Her hand resting on her lap, fingers playing with her dupatta.

No one said much. The mood was calm, like we were all saving our energy for something later.

After about an hour, we reached. The villa looked exactly like the photos — peaceful, hidden in green, with the sound of a stream humming somewhere behind it. Mami stepped out and looked around. “This place is really quiet,” she said slowly, not sure if that was a good thing or bad.

Mom laughed. “Exactly. No people, no phones, no stress. That’s why we came.”

I didn’t say anything. I just looked at the place and smiled. This wasn’t just a holiday. It was a setup. Quiet, beautiful, far from the world. The kind of place where people loosen up. And sometimes go a little off track. We decided to go to the beach.

Mom winked at me, and I understood. She wanted me out for a bit. Without saying anything, I got up and stepped outside. Inside, once I was gone, Mom unzipped her suitcase and pulled out the clothes I had picked. The sheer cover-up, the light wrap dress, the sleeveless top.

Jayshree looked confused. “These are for me? Malini?”

Mom smiled. “Of course. You can’t wear those old salwars on the beach, no?”

Jayshree held up one of the dresses. “This is too much, yaar. Your son is coming too. What will he think?”

Mom waved it off. “Don’t be silly. He won’t even notice. You’re just being shy for no reason.”

Jayshree still looked unsure, but Mom pushed her harder—nudging, teasing, convincing. At last, she agreed to a black beachwear Kaftan.

We had a fun time out there at the beach. Mami was struggling due to this beach dress. I was checking out every minute, even tried to get close to her and just stopped. I knew tonight I could have everything I wanted and went back to the villa.

And waited for the night to arrive. That night, after dinner, Mom called out to Mami as she was walking past the master bedroom. “Jayshree, come here na for a minute.”

Still using a towel to wipe her hands, she stepped in. I was already browsing through my phone while sitting on the edge of the bed. Mom had lit incense earlier, and it filled the room with the scent of sandalwood. Be calm. Warm.

Mom patted the area between us and said casually, “Just sit for a bit.” “We were just discussing you.”

Mami gave a small laugh. “Me? Why?”

The room was quiet except for the faint whir of the ceiling fan. Mom closed the door softly and turned the latch. Jayshree sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap, eyes flicking between the two of us.

She gave a nervous smile. “Why are you both looking at me like that?”

Mom sat beside her on one side. I took the other. For a moment, none of us spoke.

Then Mom gently placed her hand over Jayshree’s. “There’s something we want to talk to you about. Nothing bad. But something you might not have seen coming.”

Jayshree looked confused. “What is it?”

I leaned forward a little, my voice low but calm. “Don’t get shocked. Just listen first. Then you can say anything you want.”

Malini sat a little closer to Jayshree and said softly, “I know you won’t like me saying this, but I’ve seen it. You’re not happy with Shubhash, are you?”

Jayshree frowned, uncomfortable. “Malini, what are you saying? It’s not like that…”

Malini gently interrupted, “Then what is it like? You don’t smile the same anymore. You’ve become quite distant. It’s okay to say it.”

Jayshree’s eyes shifted to me, unsure.

Malini noticed. She smiled lightly and said, “It’s okay. He’s not a child, Jayshree. He understands more than you think.”

Jayshree looked down for a moment, her fingers nervously rubbing the edge of her dupatta. Then, without looking at either of us, she said softly, “I don’t even remember the last time Shubhash asked me how I’m doing. Everything’s about his job, his day, his stress.”

She looked up at Malini. “But what can I do?’ That’s how marriages are, right? You adjust. You stay.”

Malini placed a hand on hers gently. “You stayed. You gave everything. But who’s giving you anything, Jayshree?”

Jayshree’s eyes welled up slightly. She didn’t answer. But she didn’t pull her hand away either.

Jayshree’s cheek was streaked with a single tear. She left it there, glistening, without wiping it. A dam that had suppressed years of unsaid suffering finally broke, and her silence spoke volumes.

Mom gripped Mami’s hand tightly. “Look at me, Jayshree.”

Mami looked up slowly. Normally glistening with a carefree warmth, her eyes were now obscured by a profound sadness.

“We’re not just talking about this because we see you are unhappy,” Mom continued, her voice soft but firm. “We’re talking about this because we want you to be happy again. Truly happy.”

I leaned forward again, catching Mami’s eye. “We’ve been talking, Mami. Mom and I. For a while now.”

Mami looked from me to Mom, her brow furrowing slightly, as if trying to piece together a puzzle whose image she couldn’t quite grasp. “Talking about what?” she whispered.

Mom took a deep breath. “About your life, Jayshree. About your future. You deserve more than just adjusting. You’ve given Shubhash twenty years. Twenty years of your youth, your energy, your love. And for what? To be quiet, distant, unhappy?”

Mami flinched at the bluntness, but Mom didn’t back down. “We want you to know that you have options. That this… this isn’t the only way your life has to be.”

Jayshree shook her head slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through her. “What other options are there, Malini? What can I do? Where would I go?” The last question was barely audible, laced with a familiar resignation.

Mom squeezed her hand again, drawing her attention. “Jayshree, you are our family. You’re my sister-in-law. You’re his Mami.” She gestured to me. “You’re not alone. No matter what, you are not alone. Maybe you can share yourself for happiness while being with Shubhash”

Jayshree: But with whom?

Malini: With Shashank

Jayshree: (Her eyes widen, first in disbelief, then something akin to horror. She pulls her hand away from Malini’s as if burned. Her gaze snaps to me, then back to Mom, her face a mask of shock.) Shashank? What are you saying, Malini? He’s… he’s like my son! How are you even able to propose such a thing?

Her voice is a stifled murmur, tinged with anger and deep confusion.

“Are you mad?”

Mom’s expression remained calm, unwavering. “No, Jayshree. Not mad. Just… concerned for your happiness. And clear-eyed about what’s possible.”

Jayshree shifted back a little and pressed herself against the headboard, as though she was attempting to emotionally and physically separate herself from the words.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between Mom and me, looking for any indication that this was a cruel joke or a miscommunication. But our faces were earnest, grave even.

“He is my nephew!” she practically choked out, her voice rising now, tinged with a raw edge of panic. “My sister-in-law’s son! This is… this is wrong!”

I spoke up, my voice still low, trying to be a steady counterpoint to her rising distress. “Mami, please, just listen. We know it sounds shocking. But think about it. Who else knows you, truly sees you, the way we do? Who else would put your happiness before everything else?”

She shook her head vigorously, tears springing to her eyes again, but these were tears of agitation and disbelief, not sorrow. “No! I can’t. I won’t even hear this! This is unthinkable! You two, how can you even look at me and say such a thing?”

Mom reached out slowly, tentatively, to take Jayshree’s hand again. This time, Jayshree flinched, pulling away before Mom could make contact. “Jayshree, calm down. We’re not forcing anything. We’re just opening a door. A possibility. We’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

Jayshree’s head snapped towards me, her eyes drilling into mine, accusing, horrified. I looked her in the eye and maintained it. Unspoken but evident, the feeling that had developed between us was undeniable.

Years of silent adoration, mutual giggles, and knowing looks suddenly came to a head as an indisputable, unsettling reality.

“No,” she whispered, but her voice lacked its earlier conviction. It was softer now, laced with a fragile uncertainty. “He’s always been respectful. He’s always been a good boy.”

Mom leaned forward, her voice dropping to a persuasive, almost hypnotic tone. “He is a good boy, Jayshree. A good man. And he cares about you. More than just a Mami. He sees you. He sees your worth. He sees your pain. And he wants to make you happy.”

Jayshree’s gaze flickered back to me, lingering there. The initial horror was still present, but beneath it, a tiny smile of something else, something she couldn’t quite name.

Jayshree with a smile said “And also good Mother Fucker right?” We were both shocked. Mom asked, “What are you saying, Jayshree?” Jayshree said, “Oh, come on, don’t you think you should close your doors correctly while making out?”

Mom was trying to act on again, I stopped and asked Malini, “What?’ I turned towards Jayshree, “So you watched both of us making out?” She said, “Yes.” I asked when.

She said, “A night before you proposed the idea of the Andaman trip, I fought with your Mama and came outside, and that’s when I heard some noise coming from your room and the door was not correctly locked, so I just pushed it a little and was shocked by the scene and recorded it.” (She showed us the video.)

“And when you both requested Shubhash for a trip, I knew he was gonna reject the idea, so I fueled the idea. I told him that I wanted to go on the beach trip, but he said no to me. But I knew the next morning when you both would tell the idea, he would agree. What did you think he would agree to send me alone?’

I hope you will all like my story. Well, I guess this part was full of conversation and might bore you. But the next part will be the most intense and most steamy part of this series. If you do, reply to me, and feel free to contact me at [email protected].

Hi Peeps, it is my first story on ISS, as I used to read many of them for many years. So, aaj jaake I thought to publish my story. And you may read my stories in the future as well (based on real incidents).

Let’s jump on to my story but let me introduce myself first. I am Harry (obvio real name hidden; better get in touch through email) from Mohali, and I own a cafe. I’m 5’9″ and have a 10 inches long dick (jiska maine Junior naam rakha hai).

Toh yeh story hai Ludhiana ki (mere mama ji hospital mein job karte the as a Chief Finance Officer and unka residence thoda hi dur tha hospital se). Toh jaha voh rehte the unke neighbourhood mein ek family migrate hui thi Delhi se. Voh family mein 4 ladkiya thi and unke parents. And 3 ladkiya already shaadi shuda thi. Jo choti vali the uske liye uske parents rishta dhundh rahe the and co-incidentally jo choti ladki thi, “Simran” (this is fake name), voh Dietician ka course complete krke hati thi and was looking for a good start. Toh, usne bhi ussi hospital mein apply kiya tha jaha mama ji job karte the. Toh chalo, usko job mil gayi and everything was going as usual.

Hospital mein jaha staff ki mess/canteen thi, vaha sab staff lunch karne jate the and vaha baato baato mein mama ji ko pata laga ki ese ese ek ladki (Simran) new joinee hai and uske ghar vale rishta krva rahe hai. Toh meri age and Simran ki age almost same thi. Main 26 ka voh 25 ki. And mera already khud ka business bhi hai Mohali mein food ka. Toh usne ghar jaake baat ki and uske parents maan gaye mere mama ji ko milne ke liye. Toh jab mama ji ne and uske parents ne aapas mein baat ki toh voh kehte the ki, “Hum ladke ko milna chahenge… uska ghar vgera dekhna chahenge (jo ki bohot obvious cheez hai).”

Toh ek din mujhe kisi kaam se hospital jana tha, mera treatment chal raha tha (recently accident hoke hua tha). Toh main jab apne kaam vgera niptake free hua toh mama ji ke office chala gya. Unse mila, baat vgera kari. Toh unhone bola ki, “Ek ladki hai Dietician and new joinee hai. Uske ghar vale rishta krva rahe hai.”

Toh mama ji kehte, “Ek baar dekhle ki kaisi lag rahi hai, fir aage baat continue karenge.”

Maine bhi bola diya ki, “Theek hai.”

Toh hum Simran ke cabin mein gaye, pehle consultation ke liye and fir mama ji ne usse baat ki, ke, “Yeh ladka hai (main), Mohali rehta hai, job bhi hai and business bhi.”

Toh maine jab usko dekha, voh bohot hi cute and innocent lagi, bilkul simple sober. Or uski aankhon mein bhi ek alag si chamak dekhi apne liye. Toh mama ji ko hospital ka cash deposit krvaane bank jana pade and mujhe bolte ki, “Aap dono utni der baatein vgera kro and main abhi aata hoon.”

Fir main and Simran, hum CCD chale gaye jo ki hospital ki entrance mein hi tha. Fir maine usko coffee offer ki, toh pehle voh bol rhi thi, “Rehne do, its fine..” vgera vgera.

Fir kehti, “Main kar deti hu… staff discount milta hai.”

Toh maine bola, “Mama ji naam le dunga… utna kaafi hai.”

Vohi hua. Counter pe mama ji ka naam liya and usne coffee dedi and pay nahi krwaaya.

Fir hum baatein karne lag pade. Insta IDs exchange kari, and ek dusre ke baare mein jaan kr vapis uske cabin chale gaye. Utni der mein mama ji bhi aa gaye the. Toh mama ji ne pucha, “Ki hanji… kuch reh gya ya sab kuch jaan liya ek dusre ke baare mein?”

Toh Simran shrmaa gayi and maine bola ki, “Hanji, sab jaan liya.”

Fir mujhe mere restaurant se calls aane lag gyi thi, toh mujhe nikalna pade. Maine bola ki, “Mujhe ab jana padega” and maine dono ko goodbye kra, and Simran ko smile di and ‘bye’ bola.

Toh usne bhi smile dekar bola, “Hope so, jaldi milenge.”

Fir main mama ji ke saath bahar aa gya and car leke vapis Mohali pohncha.

Ghar jaate jaate Simran ka text aaya Instagram pe (mujhe umeed nahi thi ki itni jaldi uski taraf se response initiate hoga), toh usne pucha…

Simran – Hello

Me – Hiii

Simran – Kya kar rahe ho?

Me – Drive kar raha hu

Simran – Itna time kaha lag gaya tha?

Me – Raste mein McDonalds pe ruka tha kuch khane ko.

Simran – Acha, but abhi drive karo phone side rakh ke, and pohanch ke text karna.

Me – Theek hai jii (kyunki first meet and first conversation thi, toh main uske piche nahi pade)

Fir restaurant pohanch ke, usko text kiya “Reached”. Toh voh shayad busy hogi, isliye koi reply nahi aaya. And main apne kaam mein lag gaya.

Around 6:30 PM, uska message aaya, “Good and sorry… busy thi toh message dekha nahi”. Maine bola, “It’s fine, hota hai.”

Fir maine pucha – Ki kar rahe ho?

Simran – Ghar nu chali aa

Me – Kive?

Simran – Staff bus te

Me – Kive reha din?

Simran – Ajj ta bohot vadiya

Me – Kyu? Eve da ki special si ajj?

Simran – Tuhanu milne to bad vadiya jeha ho gaya (Mujhe yeh kafi surprising sa laga… itni jaldi flirt… vese main bhi kamm nahi hu)

Me – Oh kya baat hai, janaab. Chalo tuc ghar pohncho, main vi kam karla… customers vagera nu attend karla.

Simran – Ok janaab

Main fir apne kaam karne lag gaya, or kaam karte karte closing time hone laga and ghar pohanch gaya. Fir fresh vgera hoke, shower leke, dinner krke, usko text kiya,

Me – Hanji

Simran – Hanji, kese ho?

Me – Bhadiya, aap btao?

Simran – Bhadiya! Or kya kar rahe ho?

Me – Bhus fresh vgera hoke, dinner krke free hua.

Simran – Ok! Ab kya karna hai?

Me – Bhus thoda time Insta vgera check krunga, kuch reports bnani hai, fr kuch movie ya show dekhunga

Simran – Ok chalo, main bhi so jau… aapki hi wait kar rahi thi.

Me – (Main sochne laga ki itni jaldi) Ohoo… okay okay, sorry wait karane ke liye

Simran – Hehe

Me – Chalo so jao! Apki kal duty bhi hai.

Simran – Hanji! Chalo gn, sd, tc

Me – Gn ji, sd too, tc too!

Toh ese kuch din tak hamari baatein chali and kaafi close ho gaye. Dheere dheere ek dusre ke saath chatting kaafi bdh rahi thi.

Ek din toh jab main shaam ko ghar pohncha, and shower lene jaa raha tha, toh uska text aaya…

Simran – Ki karde

Me – Reached home, and shower len chaleya

Simran – Main ava

Me – (Mere junior ko sensations hui, and maine bola) Haan haan bilkul, kyu nahi?

Simran – Theek hain, koi na ji eh v hoju ek din

Bs shower lene gaya and bahar aake message kara and normal routine, fir sone chala gaya.

Fir ek din, mama ji ka call aaya mom ko, ki ese ese, “Ek ladki hai, yaha kaam karti hai and uske ghar vale rishte dhundh rahe hai, and voh milna chahte hai. Toh aap apni availability btado.”

Mom ne kaha, “Weekend pe bula lo.”

Toh jab Simran ko pata chala ki mama ji ne uske parents ko bola hai ki, “Hum weekend pe jaa rahe hai ladke valo ke ghar,” voh to khushi se pagal ho gayi thi and mujhe text aaya…

Simran – Janaab!

Me – (almost 5 mint baad uska text pdha) Hanji janaab!

Simran – Guess what?

Me – No clue

Simran – Weekend pe hum aa rahe hai

Me – Aree wah! Jee aayan nu janaab

Simran – Bhus thode din or

Me – Bilkul

Toh weekend aa gaya tha and it was Sunday. Toh jo formalities hoti hai, voh sab mama ne kar li thi. And utni der mein voh log pohnch gaye the main gate par. Maine Simran ko dekha and she was looking damn beautiful! Usne patiala suit pehn rakha tha cream colour ka. Fir unki entry vgera krwaai, gifts vgera exchange hue. Hum sab ek dusre se mile, and andar aake sab bethe baatein vagera kar rahe the. Mera dhyaan Simran ki taraf tha, and she was blushing. And jese hamara eye contact, voh bohot sharma rahi thi and khush bhi thi. Fir utni der mama ji ne bola ki, “Chalo, inka house tour dete hain apko.”

Toh hamara ghar double storey hai and hum sab upar chal gaye. Sab log bohat excited the, house tour mein. Tbhi Simran ki mom ne bola ki, “Tum dono bhi baatein vagera karlo… kuch puchna hai toh puchlo.”

Toh kisi ko bhi koi itraaz nahi tha, and hum dono pure group se thoda alag ho gaye. Toh main or Simran upar terrace pe chale gaye and yeh sab terrace se hoke niche 1st floor pe aa gaye the.

Toh jese hum dono akele hue and upar pohanche toh hamare haath ek dusre ke saath touch ho rahe the, and hum dono ne ek dusre ke haath pakde. Or baatein vagera karne lag pade. Toh maine jab uska haath pakda toh mere junior ko thodi si sensation feel hui and pre-cum nikal raha tha.

Hum terrace ki railing ko back support krke khade the and maine dheere se apna haath uski kamar pe rakha, and trust me, voh zara si bhi uncomfortable nahi hui. And usne apne sir mere shoulder pe rakha. Fir maine usko bola…

Me – Chalo, ab tumhe 1st floor ka tour deta hu

Simran – Okay!

Utni der mein, hum 1st floor pohanch gaye or uske rooms dikhane lag gaye. Toh hum ghar ki renovation krva rahe the and ek room thoda saaf suthra sa pda tha. And jab maine dekha ki sab log niche chale gaye ground floor pe, maine chance dekh ke uska haath pakad ke apni taraf pull kiya and dheere se uski neck ko kiss kiya.

Pehle toh voh thoda resist karne lagi pr fir baad mein usne bhi join kiya and mujhe tight hug kra. Main neck se kiss karta karta uski cheeks pe kiss kiya and then lips. Humne almost 5-8 minutes kissing ki. Main uski back and ass touch karte karte, dabane laga, or voh dheere se mere dick ko touch kar rahi thi. Toh maine uski ears mein whisper kara and bola…

Me – Kuch help kardu (naughty si tone mein)

Simran – Hehe, kyu nahi!

Me – (Jeans ki zip kholi) Yeh lo itna kar diya baki tum karlo

Simran – (Boxers mein se usne pehle mere junior ko touch kiya) aree ye toh bohot hard or bdaa bhi, zara isko hava to aane do

Me – (Already thoda boht dick toh wet hua pda tha) Kyu nahi janeman, it’s all yours

(jese hi bahar nikala toh kafi bada tha)

Simran – OMG… itna bda… kaise lungi? But anyways, I’m so happy and excited (uske face pe itni khushi thi, pura face red hua pda tha)

Me – Darna mat… yeh tumhara hi hai, do jo tumhe maza aaye.

Fir Simran ne touch kiya and started playing with it. Tip ko apni fingers se touch karne laga, and dick ko hilana start kiya. Or main uski kameeze nikalke boobs ko dabana start kra. Uski bra ke hook ko khola and slightly uski bra ki left strap niche kri.

Toh waha ek sofa tha. Vaha main betha or usko apne laps par bithaya. Fir uske left boob ko kiss kara. Vh kaafi bada tha and nipples dark brown. Mujhse raha nahi jaa raha tha toh pura boob muh mein liya or suck karta raha. Then uske titties ko halka sa bite kiya. Simran moan kar rahi thi. Maine thoda sa hard bite kiya uski tit ko, toh voh chilayi and boli, “Dheere karo.”

Toh fir maine uski right bra strap nikali; shoulder se kiss karte karte uske right boob ko kiss karne laga and suck kara.

Simran tab tak mere Junior ke sath khel rahi thi and already hard tha. Toh maine usko bola, “Kyu na junior ko bhi kiss kardo?”

Fir voh niche bethi on her knees and pehle tip ko kiss kiya and dheere dheere uski lick karne start kari. Fir usne tip ko muh mein liya. Ohh, fucking hell! It was so warm. Fir usne dheere dheere pura dick andar lene ki koshish kari but bohot bda tha toh voh pura toh nahi le payi and she was looking into my eyes. Mujhe bohot maza aa raha tha. Tab maine uske baal pakad ke sir se apne dick ki or dabaya toh thoda or andar gaya. I was able to feel her throat through my tip. Then she kept on sucking. Almost 15 minutes tak she was sucking and main bhi almost pure point par tha nikalne ko.

Fir usse bola, “I’m about to cum.”

Toh usne bola, “Shoot the load in my mouth” and main orr khush hua or uske muh ke andar sara cum nikal diya. The best thing is that she swallowed my cum. Main bohot khush hua.

Fir usko firse apne lap par bithaya, uski back meri or karke, and uski salwar kholi. Apna left hand uske left boob par or right hand se uski panty ke andar se uski pussy ke upar ferne laga. Voh bohot zyada wet padi thi, ki uski wet ko clean karna pade. Fr maine uski pussy rub karne shuru kari and dheere dheere uski panty utari. Or apna right hand ki 1 finger andr dali. Voh toh pagal hogayi thi or moan karne laga.

Fir ache se maze lene ke liye usko sofa par bithaya or main niche betha apni knees pe. Uski legs pakad ke apne shoulders pe rakhi and dheere dheere uski pussy ko kiss karne laga. Fr uski clit ko lick karne laga. Voh apni dono legs se and mera face pakad ke apni pussy ki or daba rahi thi. Fir maine uski pussy ke andar tongue lagayi and started licking her pussy.

Trust me guys, itna acha taste and smell aa rahi thi, dil toh kr laga raha tha but fir niche bhi jana tha vapis toh main uski pussy ache se jor jor se lick kara. Voh boht zyada moan karne lag padi thi.

“Uhhhhh… ahhhhhh… Harryyyyyy… nikal lo sara kuch… ummmmmmmm… baby… or zoorrrr se, babyyyy… I’m cumminggggg…”

And takriban 15-18 minutes mein uska load shoot hua. Maine sara cum apne muh mein liya or peene wala hi tha toh voh fatafat se uthi. Fir usne fatafat kiss kiya toh adha load usne apne muh mein leke pee liya and baaki ka maine pee liya. Kahin na kahin voh bhi bohot excited thi and ready thi chudne ke liye but time kam hone ki vajah se ho nahi paya.

Maine pucha bhi ki, “Mujhse raha nahi jaa raha… ek bar short quickie karle?”

Toh usne mana kiya ki, “Nahi, mujhe jana hai and koi bhi aa sakta hai,” and main bhi yeh expect kar raha tha toh maine bhi ‘ok’ bola or maine usko dress up kiya, jisse voh surprise ho gayi thi ki main apne aap ko dress up karne ki bajaye usko dress up kar raha hu. Toh usne pucha…

Simran – Aree, yeh kya kar rahe ho? Rehnedo… main khud kapde pehn leti hu.

Me – Nahi, koi zarurat nahi… main pehnata hu.

Guys, main ladkiyon ki bohot respect karta hu toh mujhe yeh hota hai ki ladki is not meant for fucking ya apne aap ko satisfy karne ke liye. Toh maine usko bola…

Me – Ki agar hum kapde utaar sakte hain toh pehna bhi sakte hain…

Simran – (Bohot khush hui and she was in tears, and she hugged me) Baby, I never saw a guy doing this much for a girl.

Me – Aww… its fine baby… chalo, let me get you ready.

Usko panty pehna ke bra pehna ke kapde pehnaye and fir khud ready hone laga. Toh she did the same and maine resist kiya or bola ki, “Mujhe tit for tat nahi karvana hai… this is my nature… toh agar kuch karna hi hai toh shirt pehna do.”

Fir hum ready hoke, normal se banke niche chal pade and esa pretend kara ki hum kafi baatein karte karte niche aa rahe hain and main usko ghar ke baare batata aa raha hu.

Fir hum sab niche bethe baatein vagera kar rahe the and khana vagera khaya. Toh jab jane ka time hua toh uske papa ne bola, ki “Hume ladka pasand aaya and hum roka karna chahte hain.”

Mere mom ko yeh cheez thodi weird lagi or bole ki, “Abhi 1st meet thi… thoda time do or baccho ko puchlo.”

Maine and Simran ne bola ki, “Haanji… pehle thoda or mil le… ek dusre ko jaan le… fir aage badhte hain.”

Toh uske papa kafi bolne lag gaye ki, “Hum apni ladki ko ese nahi kisi ke saath baat karne de sakte… toh at least abhi roka karlo agar kuch hota hai future mein toh hum koi or option dekhlenge.”

Iss cheez se kisi ko koi problem nahi thi ki theek hai agar compatible nahi hue toh koi or option dhund lenge. Fir shagan kiya and pictures click vagera kari and tyari ho rahi thi unki vapis jane ki.

Toh voh sb vapis chal pade and main or Simran ek dusre ko hi dekh rahe the. Toh humne ‘bye’ vagera kari or main andar aa gaya or voh sab nikal gaye. Fir mujhe Simran ka text aaya…

Simran – Janaab, I still can’t forget… voh sab meri aankhon ke samne chal raha hai, bohot maza aaya..

Me – Awww… mujhe khud bohot maza aaya… bs main cheez reh gayi (or devil smile ka emoji bheja)

Simran – Samjh gayi janaab, koi na… sabar karlo, Next time pakka

Me – Haan, haan… sabar to ilava hor koi option vi nahi

Simran – Sabar da fall mitha hunda hai

Me – Eh ta hai… Chalo koi ni, hope for good!

Me – Chalo, theek hai janaab… main hun kamm karla, shop te v jana hai

Simran – Ok janaab, take care… I love you…

Me – Awwww, I love you more babyy.

And main apne kaam vagera karne lag gaya or restaurant chala gaya.

Toh hum roz baat karne lag gaye and kafi close ho gaye the. Fir humari WhatsApp pe baat hone lage and hum kafi connected ho gaye the ek dusre se; sexting tak hone lage the.

Rest story agle part mein continue karte hu.

Agar koi bhi feedback ya suggestions dena chahte hain, toh please mujhe [email protected], ispe email send karein taaki main apni stories improve kar saku. Also, agar koi ladki ya bhabhi ya aunty lonely feel kare toh mujhe email karein.

Hi everyone, this is the third part of the story. For a better understanding, please read the first and second part first.

I took the day off from my class for the delivery of my order at home. In the morning around 10 AM the order arrived including the chastity cage. He quickly opened it told me to remove my clothes and pulled my balls hard through the first part of the cage. I told him it would not fit.

He produced a spray sprayed my dick five or six times and my dick started to feel very numb. I was unable to get an erection even though I was horny. He caged my dick and locked it telling me I needed to be in the cage for as long as he wanted. Then he told me to shower and come to his room wearing girl’s clothes with a wig and makeup.

I went to my room my face full of happiness and took a shower with the cage on my dick. I shaved my whole body and started to get dressed. I chose a pink thong panty and bra with a sleeveless crop top and a mini-skirt that showed my ass cheeks. I applied makeup and the wig and I truly looked like a girl.

When I came out of the room I saw Mahesh waiting for me. When he saw me he told me I looked very beautiful like a girl and kissed my forehead. He lifted my skirt pulled down my thong and sprayed my dick a few more times explaining that the spray’s power might have decreased after my bath. I pulled up my thong panty.

He then pulled a blindfold from his pocket blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back. I got even more excited. Let us go Kritika to my room he said taking me there. You will never forget this day. He told me to kneel down and there was complete silence for two minutes. Then I felt a cock near my face. I opened my mouth and started to suck the cock.

I put out my tongue fully and he started to hit my tongue with his cock. I was guided to suck the balls while his cock was in my face and I was fully horny at that point. My hands were untied now but I was still blindfolded. While I was sucking the cock he grabbed my hand and guided me to hold another cock.

One cock was in my mouth and another was in my hand. I was completely shocked. I realized there was someone else in the room. He removed my blindfold while I was sucking the cock. When I saw I was sucking a black fat cock. The guy was around 50 years old. I continued sucking his cock. Mahesh told me I would be fucked by two cocks.

While I was stroking and giving a blowjob to the other guy my top and skirt were removed I was only in my bra and thong. I could see lust in both their eyes. Mahesh told the other guy Her name is Kritika; she is all yours today. He came near me and started to touch my entire body spanking my ass removing my bra and sucking my breasts.

He complemented my lips his saliva covering my face. He then removed my thong applied gel to my hole and started to fuck it. I was used to it so it did not hurt it slid in smoothly. I was very turned on and horny but there was no erection in my dick due to the spray. Then he fucked me in doggy style.

While being fucked Mahesh brought his cock in front of me and told me to suck it. This continued for 10 to 15 minutes. When the other guy reached his climax he told me to kneel down in front of his cock with my mouth open which I did waiting for my reward. He released 70% of his cum into my mouth and 30% onto my face.

Mahesh told me to swallow every drop. With my fingers I moved the cum towards my mouth and swallowed fully. Even Mahesh cummed into my mouth. Strangely during the entire session my dick did not get an erection. I could feel the orgasm but I could not cum. I felt like a girl in front of them. They treated me as if I were a girl.

The other guy asked Mahesh Can you send Kritika with me for one day? I will make her happy. Mahesh happily agreed and asked me holding my waist You will go right? Mahesh added She will not reject sucking cock and getting fucked right Kritika? I said Okay to them.

Then the other guy left the home. I cleaned myself. Mahesh told me Kritika you must be naked today with your wig until 6 PM because my partners will be coming at 6:30 PM. And he told me he would not be opening the cage anytime soon. Mahesh told me he wanted to show me something and made me sit on his lap.

He unlocked his mobile and showed me a video: it was me giving a blowjob to a black cock with a blindfold on—he had recorded it today. I was shocked. He reassured me Do not worry Kritika it will be safe with me. See for yourself you have become a sissy slut now. You want two cocks to suck. He asked me how I enjoyed the threesome.

I enjoyed it very much but remained silent watching the video of myself sucking cock. The way I sucked the balls in a girl’s dress was totally like a girl sucking a guy. My inner self felt satisfied after watching and hearing all of it. I was turning into a complete cock lover and a girl. I felt like a complete girl existing for the pleasure of guys.

He sensed my silence and asked Kritika how is your new life? Your girl life? You are meant to give pleasure to real guys. I felt the same way that I was meant to give pleasure to guys. I replied I really love myself now. I cannot live without cocks. He asked me to say it: You are a sissy girl now not a boy.

I replied I am not a boy. I need cock to get satisfied and I am a sissy girl. Santosh and Mahesh truly transformed me into a sissy girl. At first I hesitated to accept the fact but from then on I knew this was my life. It all started with a touch to my dick and making me cum and it ended with me becoming a sissy for life.

My dick had been caged for over three weeks, with Mahesh spraying it daily before we had sex to keep it limp. This prolonged denial had escalated my cravings for cum to an unimaginable level; I meticulously licked and sucked every single drop from his cock. Having not cum myself in over three weeks, my desire and horniness were at an all-time high.

One night, as usual, I went to his room. I carried a girl dress to the washroom to get ready. I put on a sleeveless- one-piece outfit that ended just below my ass, revealing my milky thighs. Beneath it, I wore a red bra and panty, and applied simple makeup.. finishing with my wig. By now, I had accumulated many girl’s dresses and a wide array of accessories.

When I emerged from the washroom, I saw Mahesh on a video call. Upon seeing me, he beckoned me closer. I approached, and he handed me the phone.. saying, “Someone wants to talk to you.” It was Santosh on the video call.

Seeing me, he greeted me, “Kritika, how are you? I’ve seen your video giving blowjobs in that cute girl’s dress. You have completely become a girl now; your body has turned soft and cute, like a girl’s.” I was shocked to hear this and realized, with certainty, that they had shared everything about me.

Mahesh took the phone back and told me to stand in front of him. He then showed me fully to Santosh, asking, “How is Kritika looking?” He lifted my dress, dragged down my panty, and showed Santosh my dick, still in its cage. Santosh laughed, asking Mahesh how long he’d kept my dick in there.

Mahesh replied, “Almost three weeks now. Should I remove it?” Santosh responded, “Yes, but make sure to put it back in the cage once she gets her cum out of that girly dick.” I stood silently, my face burning with shyness. Mahesh then removed my chastity cage, and I noticed my dick had turned very small, totally shrunken.

Santosh, still on the call, asked, “Kritika, where is your dick?” Mahesh replied that he used to spray my dick daily to prevent erections. Mahesh then turned me around and told me to bend over, showing my ass to Santosh. Santosh commented, “Her ass has grown very nice.”

They made me spread my ass cheeks to show my hole, which had indeed become larger from being fucked regularly. Soon after, Santosh disconnected the call as he had another incoming call. Mahesh pulled me closer and started to kiss my lips. I eagerly responded to his kiss and within seconds.. our tongues intertwined.

He then undressed me, continuing to kiss me as he touched my smooth, soft body. He proceeded to fuck me in doggy style, and then I rode him. My tiny dick jumped up and down as his cock hit deep inside my hole. I told him I was about to orgasm, so he quickly changed positions to missionary and began to fuck me while kissing my lips.

As he pushed his cock inside my hole, I had my orgasm after three weeks—it was a huge load. He continued to fuck me and I felt utterly exhausted. He made me swallow all the cum that was all over my body; with my fingers, I started to lick it while he was still fucking me. Then he released his cum into my mouth.

I swallowed all the cum. Mahesh then took me to the bathroom. I was utterly exhausted, feeling as though a huge load had been lifted from my body, having finally cum after three weeks. Mahesh cleaned me up, and we bathed together. He began to wash my body with soap, squeezing my boobs and ass.

Despite my exhaustion, I started to get horny again; his touch was driving me crazy. He turned on the shower.. pulling me into a hug as the water cascaded over us. He started to kiss me, then began stroking my dick with two fingers—it had been a long time since it had been touched this way. He sucked my tongue fully while continuously stroking my dick.

My dick wasn’t fully erect, but I could feel the sensation, and within five minutes, cum came out again. Still, there was no full erection. Once the cum passed, my dick shrunk, becoming tiny and lifeless. After our bath, he took me to bed, suggesting I sleep with him for a while before returning to my room. We lay naked.

He told me to order more dresses and girl’s nightdresses. Later, he showed me more sissy videos of girls giving blowjobs and getting fucked. Slowly, he started to touch my tiny dick, then suddenly grabbed it tightly and began stroking it very fast. I was totally exhausted by now.

He stroked my dick hard, up and down, and after two or three minutes, a tiny, thin stream of cum came out. He cleaned it with tissue and caged my dick again. I returned to my room, but I couldn’t even feel the existence of my dick; it had become so weak. I didn’t like my dick cumming while being stroked. I wasn’t satisfied by it, and these thoughts began to flood my mind.

My journey transformed me entirely. What began as a startling encounter slowly reshaped my deepest desires. My old self faded as I embraced the thrill of being a sissy; my manhood washed away completely. Mahesh’s guidance, the chastity cage, and dressing as a girl didn’t just change my body; they transformed my very being.

The peak of this change came when I realized my own male orgasm no longer satisfied me. My true pleasure, my very identity as Kritika, was found only in receiving and pleasing men. I was born again, a cock-sucking, cum-loving sissy, fully content in my new purpose.

Hey there! I’m back with a series. But this is not about your boy ‘Vinay’. This one is just another made-up story that I think you’ll like.

It’ll include some of the kinkiest fetishes, so I hope you don’t get offended and read on to the end.

The main characters of this series are two young boys, Dhanush and Zayn. They are based in Juhu, Maharashtra. (I’ve chosen names based on actors and porn stars so that you can have a better imagination and fun.)

Dhanush, a 19 y/o Tamilan who lives with his mom, Kajol and his older sister, Pooja.

Zayn, a 19 y/o Bengali who lives with his mom, Yasmina Khan and his younger sister, Ayesha.

They are neighbours living in an apartment in a posh area in Juhu. They live a luxurious life because their dads used to work at a casino and one day decided to open their joint casino in the US. In a year, their casino blew up, and the families became family friends in no time.

Both dads mostly lived in the US. Despite continued persuasion, Kajol and Yasmina decided to live in India itself. They were best friends as they hung out, shared food, went shopping and also partied together. As a result, the kids were also the closest friends with each other.

It was the time after passing their schools. Dhanush and Zayn were confused about the important decision of choosing a course for a bachelor’s degree. Dhanush and Zayn were somewhat good at studies.

Their daily life would pretty much go like waking up, morning jog at the beachside, and breakfast. An hour of trying to study, playing games or any outdoor activity. Then spending the night watching porn and jerking off.

They were exposed to porn by their seniors in college. Initially, it was the usual porn, but with time, their interests began to wander and they asked for more. This led to various types of porn, starting from getting hooked on lesbian porn to your taboo and incest categories.

It didn’t take long for them to look at the mothers and sisters with a lustful gaze. They began to love each other’s mum and used to fantasise together. There were no secrets btw them, and both Dhanush and Zayn were open to each other’s lust for Kajol and Yasmina.

One day after a boring counselling session, both the boys were in Zayn’s room. They decided to watch some porn and have a quick fap so that they can finish, go home and sleep. But it was different this day.

Zayn told Dhanush that in the morning, when he was surfing through X(Twitter), he stumbled upon a mysterious account. He found a few videos or sneak-peeks of some real incest porn.

They were believable as the videos were old, grainy and had little sound. Zayn messaged the account owner to ask if he got more of them. The owner replied with a short text, which said, “$20 for 50 real incest videos.” Zayn was sceptical of the account, so he thought he’d ask Dhanush about it.

Dhanush: Bro, these videos seem real, but can we really trust him?

Zayn: Idk, I’m not sure. That’s why I’m asking you about it.

Dhanush: I have an idea. Let’s ask him for a screenshot of the folder that he’ll send us and pay half of the 20 dollars each.

The guy was quick with his reply. He sent a short video of folders showing more than 1000 videos of different taboo categories. Along with it, he sent his scanner for the payment.
The boys didn’t wait any longer and sent the money to receive a folder of real incest porn.
They were surprised to get all those homemade videos and wasted no time getting their trousers off.

They watched a whole lotta videos and also discussed their moms while goofing around.

Dhanush: I can’t believe we got this folder (stroking his cock slowly). Let me be honest, Zayn, watching all these mom-son incest videos is making me crazy, but still, I’m imagining myself having my way with your mom.

Zayn: I guess we’re on the same page, bro (stroking his cock just right beside Dhanush). Every single mother on these videos looks just like your mom.

Both laughed at each other’s similar thoughts.

Dhanush: I really want to become a chair for Yasmina, man. I’d clean her dusky ass and pussy every time she sits on my face.

Dhanush moves in closer to Zayn to get a better view of the video.

Zayn: I’d love to see my mom get her pussy cleaned after I creampie her. Hehe.

Both of their thighs are touching, with room getting hotter.

Dhanush: You bastard! But yeah, my mom would love to have that cut cock of yours.

Zayn: You think so? Well, who doesn’t want a new toy to play with? And God, my dick is throbbing while talking like this.

Dhanush: You don’t know how bad I want someone to relieve me.

Zayn: You too? Hey, I have an idea, but promise me you won’t tell anyone about it.

Dhanush: Motherfucker, who do you think I would tell anything about this?

Hearing this, Zayn grabbed Dhanush’s rock-hard cock and started stroking it. Dhanush got surprised by the unforeseen action of Zayn. But with nobody around to help him with his boner, he enjoyed someone grabbing his cock.

Zayn: I’m sorry, but I couldn’t handle myself anymore. Are you loving it, though?

Dhanush: I’d hump a pillow if I could right now. Keep doing it; you’re surprisingly good at it.

In a few minutes, Dhanush gained some confidence, and he too grabbed Zayn’s cock to help him as well.

Zayn was relieved that Dhanush also got comfortable. Both were now fapping each other off while chatting about each other’s mom.

Dhanush: Omg yeah, Zayn, think of yourself as your mom and stroke me like your mom would do, yes, Yasmina.

Zayn: You’re doing pretty well, too. I can even hear your mom’s bangles while you stroke my cock.

Both of them began imagining each other as their dream women. In the heat of the moment, Dhanush pushed Zayn on the bed and lay on him. Zayn realised what Dhanush wanted to do and started rubbing their cocks against each other. It was like he read his best friend’s mind.

They were rubbing their cocks and kissing each other’s bodies while moaning, Yasmina and Kajol. But forgot that the room’s door was not locked.

At the same time in another room, Yasmina was on a video call with her husband. She was butt naked, fingering her cock-craving pussy in front of her husband.

Yasmina: Jaan tum kab aaoge vaaps Hindustan, mujhse ab akele raha nahi jaata. (When will you come back to India, baby. I can’t live alone anymore.)

Husband On call: Main toh tume bula-bulakr thak gaya hun, tum hi ho jo India nahi chhodna chahti. Dekho agrr kajol ko nahi aana toh theek hai, kam se kam tum toh aajao.

(I’m tired of asking you to come to us and leave India, but you won’t listen to me. Kajol doesn’t want to leave India, but at least you can come here.

Yasmina: Oh, shut up. It’s not only about Kajol, but I too want to live here with my people. But sometimes my pussy craves action so bad that I had to ask Kajol for help.

Husband: I’m glad you’ve got Kajol for help, but what else can I do? Here, take my cock in your pussy. (Showing his below-average cock on call.)

Yasmina forced a smile and began fingering her puss again. But then she heard a sound from outside, so she put on her panties and a robe to check what it was.

Yasmina heard voices coming from her sons’ room. It was pretty late, and she closed in towards Zayn’s room to tell him to go to sleep. She thought Zayn was watching porn again, as he sometimes does late at night.

She didn’t open the door all the way but was peeking in through a thin gap. She witnessed something that blew her mind away. Her beloved son and her best friend’s son were naked and humping on each other all the while moaning her and Kajol’s names.

She was furious and wanted to beat the shit outta both of them, but due to her loneliness, being on VC with her naked husband just a moment ago, that left her hanging and watching two naked boys with big cocks, her thirst for cock took over her mind.

Yasmina opened the door a bit and rubbed her pussy. Her pussy was completely dry during the videocall sexting with her hubby. It got wet in no time watching Zayn and Dhanush naked. She was getting bold, fingering her pussy deep, which made those juicy sounds.

Zayn and Dhanush, unaware of the situation, continued to rub on each other’s cock. They started making grunting sounds while they both cum together on their bodies. They were in a moment of satisfaction, but suddenly Zayn, who was lying opposite the door, saw his mom, Yasmina.

She was fingering her pussy, watching them. He got terrified, but the situation they were both in indicated something more than a parent-child relationship. Seeing Zayn’s dumbfounded face, Dhanush turned around and saw the woman of his dreams partially naked.

Unlike Zayn, who was confused, Dhanush got out of bed, grabbing his shorts.

Dhanush: It’s not what it looks like, aunty, I swear. (struggling to put on his shorts)

Yasmina, who just saw her son cum on his best friend’s dick, was not the usual Yasmina now. She transformed into her young lustful self.

Yasmina: Oh, nuh nuh nuh beta, I know exactly what you were doing (still rubbing her pussy). I saw you humping my son, thinking of him as me, right?

Dhanush: (scared) Uhhmm, nooo, please don’t tell my mom about it, aunty. She’ll break my head.

Yasmina: What? No way I want to tell her myself that her son let Zayn hump him fantasising about her. This sounds good, right, Zayn?

Zayn: (coming back to his senses) Nahi ammi, please, aisa kuch nahi aap please. Kaaju aunty ko mat batana yeh sab. (No, please, Mom, I beg you not to disclose this to Kaaju Aunty.)

Yasmina, talking strictly to the boys, didn’t even try to take her hand from her pussy. She wanted more of that drama as it was making her pussy wet.

While watching her son and his friend, scared, she ordered Dhanush to….

To be continued.

I hope you liked the first part of the story. I’ll try to upload something soon. Also, if you want to chat or give a review, you can always message me on v7446991@ gmail.com.

Gokuldham Society ke Tapu ke ghar mein dopahar ka waqt tha, aur ghadi mein 03:21 PM dikh raha tha. Tapu, Gogi, Goly, aur Pinku. Tapu ke room mein sofe aur kursiyon par baithe the. Tappu Sena ki meeting chal rahi thi, lekin baatein padhai se hatkar sharaarti ho chuki thi. Jethalal dukaan par tha, Bapuji dost ke ghar gaye the, aur Daya market gayi thi. Ghar mein sirf Tapu Sena thi, aur darwaza khula chhoda gaya tha.

Sonu, jo ek tight red crop top aur shorts mein thi, sabke saamne khadi thi. Usne sharaarat se kaha, “Tum log hamesha padhai ya cricket ki baat karte ho, kabhi thodi hot masti nahi karte?” Tapu ne muskurate hue kaha, “Sonu, yeh kya bol rahi hai? Kaisi masti?” Gogi ne haskar kaha, “Haan, Sonu, koi dhamakedaar plan hai kya?” Pinku aur Goly bhi hasne lage, lekin Sonu ki aankhon mein ek sharaarti chamak thi.

Sonu ne apne crop top ke button dheere se khole aur kaha, “Dekho, agar sach mein masti chahiye, toh main kuch dikhati hoon.” Sabki aankhein uspar tik gayi, aur usne apna top aur shorts utaar diya. Ab woh poori tarah nangi thi, uska sexy badan Tapu Sena ke saamne chamak raha tha. Uske boobs tight aur gol the, aur uski bhos par thodi si hair thi jo uske badan ko aur attractive bana rahi thi. Tapu ka muh khula reh gaya, Gogi ne seeti maari, Goly ne apni aankhein chhupayi lekin chhup chhup kar dekha, aur Pinku sharmaate hue bola, “Sonu, yeh kya kar rahi hai?”

Sonu ne sharaarat se kaha, “Arre, sharmao mat, Tappu Sena! Main tumhe ek hot baat batati hoon. Yaad hai, last Diwali party ke liye jab saari Gokuldham ki ladies—Daya aunty (Tapu, teri mom), Babita aunty, Anjali aunty, Roshan aunty (Gogi, teri mom), Komal aunty (Goly, teri mom), aur meri mom—ek room mein kapde badal rahi thi? Main bhi wahan thi, aur maine sabko nanga dekha. Chalo, main tumhe har ek ke bare mein detail mein batati hoon!”

Tapu ne josh mein kaha, “Sonu, sach mein? Jaldi bata, kaisa tha woh scene?” Sonu ne apne baal theek kiye, apne nange badan ko dikhate hue sofe par baith gayi, aur baat shuru ki. “Haan, suno. Yeh baat last Diwali ki hai. Hum sab Daya aunty ke ghar mein kapde badal rahe the kyunki party ke liye nayi saree pehenni thi. Sabhi ladies ek hi room mein thi—Daya aunty, Babita aunty, Anjali aunty, Roshan aunty, Komal aunty, aur meri mom.”

Sonu ka Description:

Daya Aunty (Tapu ki Mom): “Daya aunty, yaani Tapu teri mom, unhone jab apni saree utaari, toh main toh dekhti hi reh gayi. Unke boobs itne bade aur tight the, bilkul perfect shape mein, jaise koi model ke. Unki bhos par thodi si hair thi, aur unka badan ekdum naram aur chamakdar tha. Jab woh jhukti thi, unke boobs thoda aur ubhar kar dikh rahe the. Main soch rahi thi, yeh kaise itni fit hain, Tapu!”
Tapu ne sharmaate hue kaha, “Sonu, meri mom ke bare mein itna detail mat bata!” Sonu ne haskar kaha, “Arre, Tapu, sach mein, Daya aunty ka badan ekdum hot hai!”

Babita Aunty: “Babita aunty ne jab apna top utaara, toh sabki aankhein unpar tik gayi. Unke boobs thode chhote the lekin bilkul round aur tight, jaise koi heroine ke. Unki bhos ekdum clean thi, jaise unhone abhi shave kiya ho. Unka figure toh waise bhi model jaisa hai!”

Gogi ne seeti maari aur kaha, “Sonu, Babita aunty ke bare mein aur bata!” Sonu ne kaha, “Haan, unki skin itni fair thi ki chamak rahi thi.”

Anjali Aunty: “Anjali aunty thodi slim hain, lekin unke boobs bhi kaafi attractive the. Unki bhos par thodi zyada hair thi, lekin woh bhi sexy lag rahi thi. Unka badan ekdum fit tha.”

Pinku ne sharmaate hue kaha, “Sonu, tu itna detail kaise yaad rakhti hai?” Sonu ne haskar kaha, “Jab hot scene ho, toh kaun bhool sakta hai?”

Roshan Aunty (Gogi ki Mom): “Roshan aunty, yaani Gogi teri mom, unke boobs bhi kaafi bade aur naram the. Unki skin ekdum soft lag rahi thi, aur unki bhos par bhi thodi hair thi. Unka badan curvy tha.”
Gogi ne sharmaate hue kaha, “Sonu, meri mom ke bare mein aise mat bol!” Sonu ne haskar kaha, “Arre, Gogi, Roshan aunty ka badan bhi mast hai!”

Komal Aunty (Goly ki Mom): “Komal aunty, yaani Goly teri mom, unka badan curvy tha. Unke boobs bade aur attractive the, aur unki bhos par thodi hair thi. Unki skin smooth thi.”

Goly ne apni aankhein chhupate hue kaha, “Sonu, bas kar, meri mom ke bare mein itna mat bol!” Sonu ne haskar kaha, “Arre, Goly, Komal aunty ka badan bhi hot hai!”

Meri Mom (Madhavi): “Aur meri mom, Madhavi, unka badan sundar tha. Unke boobs tight aur gol the, aur unki bhos par thodi si hair thi. Unki skin smooth thi.”

Tapu ne haskar kaha, “Sonu, tu toh film jaisa describe kar rahi hai!” Sonu ne apne nange boobs ko thoda hilaate hue kaha, “Arre, Tapu, jab main nangi hoon, toh yeh sab batana kya mushkil hai? Tum log meri bhos aur boobs dekh rahe ho, bolo kaisa laga?”

Gogi ne sharmaate hue kaha, “Sonu, tu heroine jaisi hai, tera badan perfect hai!” Pinku ne dheere se kaha, “Haan, Sonu, tera confidence amazing hai.” Goly ne kaha, “Sonu, tu hadd kar di!”

Sonu ne haskar kaha, “Chalo, ab masti aur badhayein! Tum log bhi mujhe join karo.” Sab thodi der sharmaaye, lekin Sonu ne Tapu ka haath pakda aur usko kareeb kheench liya. “Tapu, tu pehle shuru kar,” usne sharaarat se kaha. Tapu ne apni pant kholi aur apna land bahar nikala, jo ab khada ho chuka tha.

Sonu ne uske land ko apne haathon mein liya aur dheere se sehlana shuru kiya, phir usne apne hothon se uske lund ko choosa. Tapu ke muh se ek siski nikal gayi, aur usne Sonu ke baalon ko pakad liya.

Gogi ne kaha, “Sonu, hum bhi toh hain!” Sonu ne muskurate hue Gogi ko bulaya aur uska land bhi haathon mein liya. Woh ek haath se Tapu ka land choosti rahi, aur doosre haath se Gogi ka land sehlati rahi. Goly aur Pinku bhi excited ho gaye, aur Sonu ne unhe bhi apne kareeb bulaya. Goly ne apna land bahar nikala, aur Sonu ne usko bhi apne muh mein liya, ek ek karke sabke land ko choosti aur sehlati rahi. Pinku ne Sonu ke boobs ko haathon mein liya aur dheere se dabaya, aur Sonu ke muh se ek siski nikal gayi.

Sonu ne apni bhos ko Tapu ke land ke kareeb kiya aur kaha, “Tapu, ab andar daal.” Tapu ne dheere se apna land Sonu ki bhos mein dala, aur dono ek rhythm mein hilne lage. Gogi ne Sonu ke boobs ko apne muh mein liya aur unhe choosta raha, jabki Goly aur Pinku apne haathon se Sonu ke badan ko sehlate rahe.

Sabke beech ek playful masti chali, jismein har ek apna josh dikhata raha. Sonu ne har ek ke land ko ek baar muh mein liya, aur har ek ne uske boobs aur bhos ko chhua.

Tapu ne Sonu ko bistar par lita diya, aur sab ne ek doosre ke saath playful sex ka anand liya. Sonu ne Gogi ko apni bhosde mein lene diya, jabki Tapu uske boobs ko choosta raha. Goly aur Pinku ne apne land ko Sonu ke haathon mein diya, aur woh ek doosre ke saath masti mein kho gaye. Har ek movement mein hasi aur josh tha, aur room mein ek alag si garmi fail gayi.

Aakhirkaar, Tapu ne Sonu ke bhos mein apna cum release kiya, Gogi ne uske boobs par, aur Goly aur Pinku ne uske haathon par. Sonu ne sharmaate hue kaha, “Tappu Sena, tum log toh mujhe pura ganda kar diya!” Sab hasne lage, aur Tapu ne kaha, “Sonu, yeh dopahar kabhi nahi bhoolenge!”

Sonu ne kaha, “Bas, yeh baat yahin tak, kisi ko nahi batana!” Sabne ek saath kaha, “Pakka, Sonu!” aur room mein phir se hasi goonj uthi. Us dopahar, Tapu Sena aur Sonu ke beech yeh sharaarti masti ek yaadgaar pal ban gayi.