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Following is a creative work of fiction about passionate foreplay. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.

That night after I got cozy with my mom, my dad came at his usual time and took her for the ride. I am not sure how much time I have spent in sleep, but I woke with the clanking of utensils in the kitchen. It seemed like morning, and mom seemed to be busy with her morning chores.

I wondered how she could get to work after a tiring night between her son and husband. I remembered the night events. I just jumped in bed and looked at my siblings in a deep sleep. I turned towards the room in which my father slept, and the light was switched off.

I am not sure if he has already left for work or is sleeping. As I was getting back to bed, my sight fell on a piece of crumpled cloth on the shelf beside me. I looked at it keenly, taking a closer look with my eyes. It was my mom’s blouse which made her look hot last evening.

Unbelievingly I took it into my hands and tried to find the ends. I was shocked to see the end it met in few hours. I tried to imagine if this is the condition of the blouse. I tried to imagine what my mom had gone through. I guessed she must have enjoyed it a lot.

At that moment, my mom walked in and caught me red-handed with her blouse in my hands. We looked at each other for a moment, and I was the first to give a naughty smile. She responded to my smile. I boldly mauled the blouse in my hands, making it crumpled, and threw it on the shelf.

Then I retreated to bed to continue my sleep. She walked back into the kitchen, taking the bowls that were kept on the table.

“It’s almost 8. Don’t you want to go to college? Come fresh up and get ready. I am preparing breakfast.” I woke up to my mom’s voice. She said and moved into the kitchen. It was hard for me to concentrate on what she was saying while looking at her.

As her words sank into my mind, my eyes ogled at her swaying ass and back. My dick was beginning to throb. I wriggled out of my thoughts and got out of bed to refresh. My dad seemed to have already left to work for a couple of weeks.

By the time I finished getting into my college clothes, I didn’t get a chance to interact or see my mom. I got ready and sat for breakfast. I remember mom serving me Upma. That’s when our eyes met again for a few seconds. I could not stop myself from giving a naughty smile.

She responded with a smile on her lips. We ate while I secretly ogled at my mom’s body and exchanged looks with her. My brother and sister finished their breakfast first, and I followed them. I got ready and went out to wear shoes. As I was wearing shoes, both my brother and sister rushed out.

I wore my shoes and went inside to say goodbye to my mom. “Mom! I am going. Close the door,” saying I entered the room. And mom was coming from the kitchen. A few seconds and my mom entered the room. She looked at me and stopped while her eyes looked at the drawing-room.

She looked at me again, and our eyes locked. I moved closer to her and moved my hand onto her bare waist to hold it. As I held the waist, I could feel it was warm and smooth. She was neither smiling nor serious but looking at me. I moved more closer, not leaving any space between us.

I looked at her for a moment before I moved forward to take her lips. In a second, I squared my lips over hers and opened my lips to take hers. Both her lips came into my mouth, and the excitement rushed in my body, making blood rush towards my crotch.

My manhood sprang to life. I pulled her closer by moving my hand onto her ass and using the other hand to hold the waist covered by sari. I am not sure how many moments I have kissed her. But I left her lips unwillingly. She removed my hands from her body and said, “Now go to college, babu.”

I smiled, saying, “Sure, darling,” and walking out. I stepped out and turned around. I looked at her, and smiling at her naughtily, I said, “Tonight is my time, and we are going to have a long, fun night.”

“Oh! Have you grown up that much now? Are you trying to be a man now? Remember, you are my son!” she said in a plain tone.

“You will experience what a man your son is and how much your son has grown up. And after tonight, you will forget that I am your son. You will remember the man in me,” I retorted.

She widened her eyes and with a smile “Concentrate on your studies and now go or else you will be late.” I got down the steps, and our eyes met again for the last time before the door closed. I could see a small naughty smile flash on her lips again. And that lifted my spirits for the night as I rushed for college for the day.

As the bell rang, I ran outside the class to get out of the gate first. I could hardly concentrate on the class. My mind was now again flocked with the thoughts of the impending night. There were doubts if my mom would change her mind. To set everything right for the night, I should reach home ahead of my siblings.

I was able to get out of college first successfully and was walking home steadily. I was running whenever possible to reach early. As I was nearing home, my whole body was excited with anticipation and arousal. As I reached home, I knocked on the door quickly.

After a few seconds, my mom opened the door. She seemed fresh and must have tidied her hair. She smiled and walked inside without waiting as I entered. I quickly removed the shoes, threw the socks, and rushed inside. As I entered the inside room, she was not there.

I rushed into the kitchen. She was at the stove and was making something. I went from behind her and held her from back, sticking my hard on to her ass. She looked at me a bit startled, and our eyes met. I kissed her bare back exposed from a very small cut and ground my dick on her ass.

Then I kissed her neck and turned her to my side, turning off the stove while holding her soft waist. I was not a bit hesitant. I pulled her closer and started kissing her neck. My hands hovered on her back and ass while caressing it. I moved our bodies a bit closer so that her boobs were pressed against my chest.

I was madly kissing her, and within minutes we got into a deep lip lock. She put her hands around me and cooperated with my kiss. I was not sure of the time. But my mom released from lip lock and looked into my eyes for a second to adjust her breathe.

She said, “Your brother and sister will come anytime now. Go and change your dress. I will get you some snacks.”

I looked deep into her eyes for a minute pulling her close to me, and said, “Okay! Let’s continue this tonight. I can’t wait to take you to the next room. By the way, what are you planning to wear for tonight?”

“Why? I already wore this sari. Wasn’t that enough?”

“Not enough, my darling mommy. I want you in that chocolate color sari and the 3/4th blouse which you wore when your husband is around.”

“You are not my husband. Remember that. And I don’t have a matching blouse for that.”

“Don’t worry. I will fix that for you,” I said and left the kitchen.

We had the snacks and sat down for homework in the front room. After some time, my mom got busy in the kitchen. I told her that I would be going to my friend’s home nearby to complete some homework together. While I moved out, I pulled out the chocolate sari and blouse and stuffed them into my bag.

First, I went straight to the ladies’ tailor shop. I gave the blouse for mending the damage made by my dad. I used my kid face and naivety to get through.

“Aunty, my mom has asked to fix the blouse.”

She looked at it and said, “It will take some time. Come and get it tomorrow.”

‘No, aunty, my mom wants it today.”

She looked at me for a moment and said, “Wait for some time. I will do it. It will cost Rs.5.”

‘Okay, aunty,’ I said and sat down on the bench. I observed that tailor aunty is also a sexy woman. It took an hour before she finished mending the blouse. I collected the blouse and rushed out from the place by shelling out the amount. It was already close to getting dark. I knew I should be home soon.

I rushed to the shop which ironed clothes. I almost threw them, asking the guy to get them ironed. I was lucky there were no other clothes at that time to iron. But he looked at me weirdly as he took them to iron. It was another 20 minutes before I got out of the shop and on my way home.

I walked towards home with a smile and a sense of gratification. At the same time, I was excited for the night. Before I reached home, I had to buy one more thing.

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Kumar jumped out of his car after his long ride in a hurry towards his unrequited love. He walked briskly across the parking lot. Without taking a moment to look, crossed the normally busy road without care. He maintained a poker face but kept his head down, praying that he would be left unmolested by the time he reached his flat.

He had also refused to join his co-workers for a couple of drinks, despite it being a Friday. His mind was only focused on one thing. Did he make it in time?

He reached the front door and then rang the bell. He waited for a while until it was clear that no one was going to open the door. He sighed and opened his bag to search for his keys.

Then, he heard the familiar shuffle of footsteps. He stopped, straightened his collar, and put on his best “I am tired” face. He heard a sweet voice repeat over and over, “I am coming.”

BAM. The door exploded from its hinges with unnecessary force. It revealed a haggard woman, face slick with sweat and exertion, somewhere between the age of 28 to 36. Despite his best attempts at maintaining a grumpy, tired face, Kumar would always cheer up when he saw that smiling face.

That cocktail smell of sweat, detergent, and shampoo sent his head into a tailspin. When she took his bag, and his hands brushed up against her rough hands, he could feel all his body shiver.

“Welcome back, Kumar-ji!” she said.

“Thank you, Mamta.”

Yes, Kumar was in love with his maid.

“Is Shruti home?” he asked absentmindedly. “No, Madam left for the evening. She said she was going to her mother’s place.” Mamta continued after that, but Kumar did not stop her.

He loved hearing her talk. He would drink in all her mannerisms as she prattled on. Like how she would tuck a strand of hair behind her ear (but only the left one). Or how she would scratch the little mole in her long neck. Or how her nose would flare out when she was excited or angry.

Kumar never figured out when his one-sided infatuation towards his maid started. Was it when his marriage started to fall apart due to problems with his wife’s brother?

Or when teaching lost its luster and purpose that Kumar was sure he would never lose? Or was it when he was exposed to the hardened optimism of Mamta, something that could only be cultured with hardship?

Well, it did not matter to Kumar. He stared at his maid work with his back turned to him. Her simple clothes did nothing to hide her ample curves, stockpiled through the ages.

Despite her best attempts at neglecting it, her face still shone with a beauty that one can only be a gift by nature. There was a simplicity to her beauty that Kumar appreciated, honesty that he adored, and care that he loved.

When she turned around, she frowned, “Why are you smiling?”

“I am?” Kumar asked.

She returned his smile with a radiant one. “Here’s your tea,” she handed him a cup.

“Just one cup?”

“Unlike Kumar-ji, I still have a lot of work to complete, so I can’t sit around drinking tea,” she said.

“Come on. You must be tired. I see it in your face. It’s just one cup,” he pleaded. He knew she never refused a cup of tea. She placed her hands on her hips. (Oh, how he loved when she did that!) Her face scrunched up in concentration.

“Fine,” she said exasperatedly. He watched her return sheepishly with a steaming cup of tea, already prepared. Kumar just smiled.

“What? I knew you would ask me to have tea with you. So I just made extra,” she said with feigned annoyance.

“Did you want me to ask you to sit down and have tea with me?” Kumar said mischievously.

Mamta blushed and looked away. Kumar reached out and gently touched her hands. She looked back at him warmly before pulling away from his touch. Then, after taking a deep breath, she said, “Did you hear about….”

Kumar and Mamta got lost in the labyrinths of gossip and murmurs for hours. Their teacups were empty hours ago. Kumar was always amazed at Mamta’s ability to keep track of multiple storylines of her and his neighbors, diving in and out of different stories, secrets, and affairs, weaving a tapestry of the city’s resident’s messy lives.

One minute, they talked about how the barber’s teenage son was caught smoking with one of his students (a bright problem-child). Then switch to talking of Mrs. Sharma’s latest investment misadventures. Then how the sand mafia was planning to burn down the Blue Mall to commit insurance fraud.

“Certainly, that’s not true,” Kumar exclaimed in shock. “It is! I heard the butcher’s wife talking about it.”

“But, how would she know?”

“Well, you see,” she said excitedly, “Her husband used to be friends with…”

She paused for that extra bit of Mamta flair, “Chota don!”

“No. No way. He was caught years ago. I think I was in college when that happened,” Kumar said.

“Another thing about the butcher’s wife,” she said. She leaned a little towards him. Kumar caught a glimpse of her cleavage. He leaned in closer. She shot two glances to her left and her right, even though they were alone in that room.

“She is having an affair with Mr. Pandey,” she whispered. Kumar looked at her wide-eyed.

“I think what you told me about the mafia. You should have been whispering that,” Kumar said.

“It’s scandalous,” Mamta said, blushing again. However, this time it was Kumar who looked away.

“They always looked happy together. I mean, at least compared to…” Us, he thought to himself, unable to say the words out loud.

“Kumar-ji, I am sorry…” Kumar raised his hand to cut her apology short.

“It’s not your fault,” he said, his hoarse voice surprising him. Mamta squirmed in her seat in obvious discomfort. She collected the empty cups and got up. “I should go now,” she said quietly.

“No, wait.” Kumar got up. He reached out to Mamta. She turned around, hesitant. He hugged her.

“Kumar-ji, we can’t.”

“Please. Just for a while, let me feel….” The words died in his throat as he pulled her closer, his hug tighter. Can she tell how fast my heart is beating? He wondered to himself. Can she understand everything my heart is telling her? Excitement. Shame. Loneliness. Pain.

“Please,” he found himself pleading again. “Please, don’t leave me alone tonight.” He looked down at her, staring into her beautiful eyes. He kissed her.

It was a short kiss, a shallow one, yet, a kiss had never tasted sweeter. The faint bitterness of the tea they just had, swirled inside his mouth. But it was far weaker compared to the ecstasy he felt. He had done it. He finally kissed her.

When they stopped, he met her gaze. He could see a hint of hesitation swim in her eyes. Yet, she said nothing. Kumar lifted her head and kissed her again. As she melted in his arms, their tongues danced and wrestled inside. His hands reached out for her breasts, and through her clothes, groped them.

He heard a quiet moan as he kissed her neck, taking in deep breaths to smell her hair. With great care, his hands slid down, slipping inside her pants. Gently, he caressed her womanhood, enjoying her moans and gasps that grew louder and louder.

Mamta pushed him away. “Kumar-ji, we can’t. We are both married.”

“Broken marriages,” Kumar said forcefully, “we are tied to partners that don’t even love us anymore. Shouldn’t we be allowed to be happy too?”

“Kumar-ji, will this make you happy?”

“Every second I spend with you makes me happy,” Kumar whispered in her ears. He gently cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “I won’t force you to do anything that you don’t want to,” Kumar said.

“You say that after you’ve kissed me?”

“I…I mean…”Kumar stammered hesitantly. Kumar had essentially forced himself on her, consumed by his desire. Kumar tried to force out an apology but found it hard to speak when that lovely pouting face, cute as a button, broke out in giggling.

“Masterji! Do you think I will let you go after kissing me like that? After lighting my fire!” she said cheerfully. “Shouldn’t we be allowed to be happy too?” she teased him and then leaped up into his arms to kiss him.

Now, it was her turn. It was not hard for her hands to find and wrap her fingers around the throbbing pillar of heat and flesh pressing against her. With care, she freed his engorged manhood from their restraints.

As they kissed, she stroked his cock with her rough hands and felt it grow hotter and bigger, as if it was feeding off of her warmth. She could feel Kumar’s heart beating faster, and his hot breath grew heavier.

As a faint moan escaped Kumar’s lips, she squatted down and took his penis inside her mouth. Kumar had never felt anything like this before. “Wow, I never imagined you knew something …vulgar,” Kumar gasped out between moans.

Mamta raised her eyebrows. “A married woman should know a few tricks,” she said seductively before licking his shaft.

Kumar knew he couldn’t last long. He felt the pressure, the impulse build-up inside of him, multiplied with each wet kiss, each stroke, each lick. Yet, he tried to hold on, using all his willpower to keep it at bay.

Mamta only increased her intensity. Her grip on his penis tightened, her head moved up and down his penis at terrifying yet exhilarating speed.

“Mamta, I am…” His semen burst through and into Mamta’s mouth, the thick ropey seed forcing its way down her throat. Kumar himself felt all energy leave his legs as he struggled to keep up with this unprecedented overload of euphoria. He had never cum the way he had right now.

Tiny tremors and shivers raced up and down his body as Mamta swallowed his load, staring up at him with wide eyes, like a cat in heat. She took her time, shaking her hips as she stood up, maintaining eye contact with Kumar, teasing out everything from him. She licked her lips and took Kumar’s hand in hers.

“We are not going to stop here, are we?” Mamta whispered into his ears.

Kumar shook his head. Mamta shot a sly smile. Then, she led them both towards the bedroom. They had barely closed the bedroom door before they started tearing clothes off each other – clothing lying discarded on the floor as the two lovers jumped on the bed.

Kumar showered Mamta’s curvy body with kisses. He slowly made his way down her body, tasting each part of her until he reached her womanhood. Kumar kissed her inner thigh, caressing the lips of her pussy. He used his finger to press on her clitoris, taking great pride in his ability to make her moan.

He took his time, playing around with her, teasing her, before he inserted his fingers inside. He continued his assault, trying to find that sweet spot, his fingers relentless in their pursuit. It only made Mamta moan louder and more frequently.

“Master?”

“Yes.”

“Could you use your tongue?”

Kumar smiled. He knelt. First, he kissed her inner thigh as his fingers slid inside and out. Then, he kissed her clitoris. Then only he forced his tongue inside. Kumar ate Mamta out with fury and intensity, using everything he had done, seen, and heard about.

‘I would do anything to make her happy,’ he thought to himself, ‘God, what a dangerous feeling.’

“Yes! Just like that!” she yelled out as Mamta forced Kumar even deeper inside. Each lick, each touch sent shockwaves of pleasure, shooting up her spine, rocking her brain every time. It built up, bouncing back getting stronger as Kumar continued his verbal attack.

“Oh my…I am…”

Her words were cut short as her back arched back to an impossible angle, and her eyes rolled back. Pleasure. It was a pleasure like she had never felt before. Everything she had experienced before was dwarfed by this orgasm.

It was a storm, a hurricane that blew away all of her sensibilities, all her doubts, and replaced them with one thing. Lust. She only needed one thing. It was Kumar, her employer, her married employer. Yet, she could not stop herself from spreading her legs. She looked at Kumar.

“Masterji! I want you inside me! I want you to ravage me!” Kumar stepped forward, his painfully erect penis twitching in anticipation. Like a beast, he fell upon her. It took every ounce of willpower not to cum immediately, but Kumar held on.

He wanted to see Mamta cum again, her quivering flesh, that deranged look on her face. His movements intensified as imagination ran wild in his mind. Just seeing her naked, moaning, gasping for air pleased him immensely. His grip on her breasts tightened as he sucked on her nipples.

Without missing a beat, she nibbled on his ears. Kumar shifted his focus to her long gorgeous neck. They exchanged a sloppy kiss one more time before changing positions. After a brief respite, Kumar was back at it again, pounding her deep while they shuffled around.

He watched, transfixed as ripples traveled through her massive yet dreamily soft butt. His hands continued their attack on her breasts, teasing her nipples, as he leaned in, burying his face into her hair, kissing her neck, and whispering sweet nothings into her ears.

“Mamta, I want you by my side forever,” Kumar found himself saying.

“Of course, Kumar-ji.”

“No, no more ‘ji’ business. Call me by my name, like you would your lover!”

“Kumar, I want you to cum deep inside me. I want you to make me yours! I want you to forget all about your wife and only think of me!”

“Yes!” Kumar’s movements intensified, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only, to make Mamta his.

“Mamta, I love you! I love you so much!”

“Yes! I love you too!”

Kumar turned Mamta around and kissed her. He continued until he could hold on no longer. An unstoppable torrent of ecstasy flooded Kumar’s mind as his penis exploded inside of Mamta’s quivering, tightening pussy.

The near-apocalyptic deluge of pleasure washed away all of his frustrations, his pent-up anger towards his domestic life. As he stared into Mamta’s eyes, a strange feeling of content welled up from inside. He had found his answer, his anchor, his love, and there was no room for his wife here. It was his unusual feeling for his maid, Mamta.

Kumar and Mamta kissed each other as they collapsed with exhaustion.

Hola folks, I am Rahul from Karnataka with a story of a nympho girl. I am 22 years old, currently working in a reputed MNC. I have constantly been reading the stories on ISS and some other sites. But I feel stories in the ISS are much more erotic than others.

I started reading stories from pre-lockdown time and wished to get laid like those people. Well, I guess I am a bit unlucky in that until now. But I am pretty sure that I will get a chance to get laid with a pretty angel soon. (You will get to know by the end of this story).

Well, about me, I am 5.9 ft tall with an average body and facial looks. I have a 6-inch tool which is sufficient for many sexual desires, I guess. (Let me know this in feedback ).

I am now coming to the lady protagonist of the story. Her name is Neha, with a mesmerizing milky body from which nobody can take off their eyes. It is filled with fats in the right places with a pair of huge melons. Sorry, I am bad at number sizing the body. But those melons are pretty huge than average.

Her hair runs up to the middle of the back. She is of the same age as me, i.e., 22, and lives in Delhi. I am already feeling the bulge in my pants by preparing my mind to write this wonderful story.

Meeting Neha, a beautiful girl on Instagram, is one of the best things that ever happened to me. She is the only girl who I have texted personally till now. She is one of the best persons I have met. She means more than a girlfriend to me.

I don’t exactly remember how I got her to text me. But we started texting casually initially. We exchanged a few kinds of stuff and got to know each other.

We exchanged our pics, too. She was looking like an angel standing in front of the mirror with an iPhone in her right hand and her left hand on the neck. She had a cute round face with little chubby cheeks, beautiful eyes. A mole on the left side of the chin added more beauty to her cute little face.

I guessed that her height was 5.6 ft (which is the exact guess). She wore a black one-piece dress up to just below her waist. It covered the panty she wore, exposing the milky white thighs. She looked no less to any model in the world.

That was enough for me to get a boner. Later that night, I jerked off thrice, seeing at that glamourous pic of hers.

Gradually we started to feel free. We ended up calling each other with couples’ names like babe, bae, honey, etc. This casual chatting went on for few days. Then I gathered my dare to ask her about her sexual fantasies. I got to know that she is still a virgin.

To let you know her sexual fantasies, I am pasting our conversations with her permission.

Me: Baby, can you tell me what sexual fantasies you have? What would you like to do with your partner?

Neha: Huh? You naughty boy! Since you initiated this stuff, I guess there is no need to hide my fantasies and dream in front of you. I will be horny most of the time, fingering myself and feeling the pleasure whenever I get the opportunity to do it. I want to feel some tongue over my pussy and fingers in it.

Neha: I am not ready for sex, saving it for my husband. I want someone to suck me hard and make me cum in their mouth. I wish my partner would tie my hands and legs to the cot and suck my dripping wet pussy harder. I can take anything in my pussy other than cock and want him to make my pink pussy red.

Me: Wow, that’s some nasty fantasies you got, babe. I want to try that on you, and I can be that lucky partner of yours. I want to taste that tight pussy of yours and suck it so hard that all your juices will be dried up in a go.

As I was typing this, I got a surprise from her. She had sent a pic of her cum filled fingers with a caption, “See what you did to my tight little pussy (with a wink emoji).”

Me: WTH! I had just asked about your fantasies, and you are already dripping your juices?

Neha: You want to take a direct look?

Me: What?

I was stunned by this message. Without wasting any time, she sent a pic. It took few seconds for me to download the pic and what I saw is still in my head. The unforgettable first image was her dripping pussy. That was the first time I saw a pussy in real (except in porn).

It was a totally clean shaved pussy leaving no trails of pubic hair anywhere near it. The juice was dripping like jelly from fruit. I understood that she was already completely naked and all set for the show.

I was totally out of the world seeing that beautiful pussy for the first time. Unable to find words to express what I felt. I kept looking at that pic for a couple of minutes.

Neha: Will you say anything or keep looking at that pic?

Saying this, she unsent the pic. I felt a little disappointed that I didn’t take a screenshot of that beautiful view. I only managed to send emojis. I was still in the hangover caused by that pic.

She understood that it was new for me and waited before sending the next message. After few minutes, she texted,

Neha: Come out of the hangover, baby, don’t make me wait. Let’s have some fun, hurry up!

I felt my brain was completely non-functional. I was unable to react to the messages. I took some time and finally replied, feeling unconscious.

Me: What fun? (Still confused)

Neha: Are you alone, baby?

Me: Yeah, I am alone.

Neha: Okay, wait for a sec.

I got a video call notification on Instagram requesting me to join. Without wasting time, I clicked on the join button and entered the call. As soon as I entered the call, I saw her sitting, exposing her huge juicy, soft melons with erected not-so-dark nipples.

That was a hell of a show for me. It was all for the first time I saw it, and I stayed stunned. I kept on looking at her boobs without even seeing her face.

Neha: What are you looking at, baby?

She snapped her fingers, smiling at the camera. I quickly came to my senses and smiled, scratching my head. She kept on looking at her screen, not sure what she was looking at. I was taking turns to look at her face and boobs in confusion. A few minutes later, she talked.

Neha: Do you like these, baby? (Cupping the melons with both hands, giving me a good look. The boobs looked like overweighted for her small looking hands)

Me: (Staring at those round cupped boobs) Uhh huh! There isn’t a guy who doesn’t like this pair of titties.

I wish I were right there in front of her to press her boobs as hard as possible and suck those beautiful boobies. I opened my mouth a little bit. She depicted that I wanted to taste those juicy melons. Seeing me, she started massaging her boobs, slowly pressing them and biting her lips, looking at me.

Neha: Aah, you want me to do this, naughty asshole? (pinching her nipples harder and moaning )

Me: Ohh yeah, baby, please!

I already sensed some pre-cum in my pants and started rubbing my cock over my shorts. She looked at me, rubbing my dick, and gave a slutty smile, which turned me on more. She kept on massaging her boobs and pinching the tits in between. Her low voice moans were so arousing for any man.

After a few minutes, she stopped and laughed at me.

Me: Why are you laughing, babe? (With confuse face)

Neha: (Laughingly) You rub your cock your pants? Don’t you want to jerk?

Me: (Feeling shy) Haha, I want to but…

Neha: Don’t you want to show your dick to me?

Me: I want to show baby, but I am not yet ready to show it now. I feel shy and scared.

Neha: (Laughing loud) Look who’s being a girl here. Okay, you can take your time. You can take it out whenever you feel comfortable.

Saying this, she moved a bit away from the camera so that I could see her wet pussy. She smiled, seeing me looking at her pussy like a hungry wolf. I think she liked the way I was looking at it.

Neha: Do you have a clear view, hon?

In the response, I only nodded my head without taking my eyes off her pussy. She smiled again and asked me.

Neha: Want do you want me to do now, baby?

Me: Anything you want to show me, it’s your show, babe.

Neha: Then sit back and enjoy the free show, naughty boy. (with a grin on her face)

She had spread her legs, took her right hand near to the pussy, and started rubbing the clitoris slowly. Her pussy was already dripping the juices before she touched the clit. Slowly she increased the speed of rubbing the clit, and her moans became loud.

The view of her massaging the clit vigorously and her moans turned me on to the next level. Now I was feeling pain in my pants. She saw me in pain.

Neha: Remember I said, you can take out your cock anytime, baby. (Smiled)

I smiled back and quickly removed my shorts completely, and threw them away. I was looking at her pussy hungrily. I held my cock with my right hand and started stroking it slowly. But still, my phone’s camera wasn’t covering my dick.

Neha: (With a smile) That’s like a good naughty boy. Now let me have a look at your monstrous cock, show me, show me! (She said eagerly)

I kept my phone on the table near me and sat on the chair. I focused the camera and asked her opinion.

Neha: Wow! You have a big cock, baby. I want to take it in my mouth. It’s going to choke me. Awesome! (Looking surprised)

Me: (Shy) Thank you! (Smiled)

She continued rubbing her clit at full speed for some more time. I held my dick again with my right hand and started stroking it. We both were lost in our pleasures. Her loud moans were so pleased to hear. This went on for few minutes. She stopped massaging her clit.

Neha: I want to insert my fingers in with your permission, daddy! (Winked and smiled)

The word ‘DADDY’ from her mouth turned me on, and I increased my stroking speed. And in response, I just nodded my head, giving her permission to insert her finger. At first, she slowly rubbed her finger vertically over the lips of her pussy and took some juice on her finger.

She showed it to the camera. Her fingers were dripping from her juices. And she licked her fingers slowly and moaned.

Neha: Mmmm! It tastes so fucking good. Aahh!

I watched her licking her juices with my mouth wide open. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth. She laughed, looking at me.

Neha: Haha, you should have looked at your face. I wish you were here to taste this yummy juice of mine. (Winked)

Me: (With mouth wide open and looking at it hungrily) I want to taste that juice of your slutty pussy. (Saliva dripped out of my mouth)

She laughed again and took her left hand near her pussy, stretching the lips of her wet pussy. With the right hand, she inserted her middle finger slowly inside her hole. The scene I was watching was unforgettable. I can’t even put it in words how I was feeling at that moment.

I kept on stroking my cock faster than before. She inserted one more finger inside the pussy. I finger fucked her pussy so hard that her moans were loud enough to wake everyone at my house. (Luckily, I was wearing earphones).

She was shivering and bouncing on her bed while finger fucking her pink little pussy. We both were in cloud 9, enjoying each other’s view. We masturbated in this position for nearly 20-25 minutes. I was about to reach the climax and heard her moans getting louder.

Me: Aahh! I am about to cum, baby!

Neha: Me too, babe!

After few seconds we both came to our phones’ screens. We both had made ourselves a mess of ourselves. Cum all over my waist and her cum all over her bed and thighs. I watched my friend finger fucking herself and jerked off in front of her. The friend whom I met online only a few days ago.

We were both happy and satisfied with what we did and were smiling at each other. We ended the call to clean ourselves. All of this happened so suddenly that I hadn’t even expected that we could do anything like this. I cleaned myself and wiped the floor, put on my shorts, and texted her.

Me: Hey, baby! Have you cleaned yourself?

There wasn’t a reply for 5 more minutes. I thought she was still not done cleaning herself. I got a reply from her after 5 minutes.

Neha: Ufff! I had messed my bed so much that it took me this much time to clean it. It’s all your fault.

Me: My fault? You are the one who started sending me pics and started the video calling.

Neha: Just kidding, sweetie, I enjoyed what we did today. I liked doing it in front of you. Looking forward to doing it again, baby!

Me: Me too, darling. I enjoyed watching you a lot. I can watch it all day and jerk off in front of you. I will try to dominate you next time.

Neha: I would love to be submissive to you, baby! I want you to act like my boss and order me around.

Me: Wait and watch! Be ready for the next time, BITCH!

Neha: Looking forward to it, SIR!

We both exchanged good night messages later and went to bed. I was unable to sleep that night. The scene of Neha finger fucking was still so fresh, like a blooming flower in my head. I had to jerk off two more times that night to sleep. That was one hell of a fucking wonderful day for me.

I will come up with the next part of the story ASAP, folks! I hope my sexual encounter with an online friendmade your dicks hard and pussies wet.

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Following is a creative work of fiction about first time sex with mom. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.

As I reached home, it was almost 7. Both my brother and sister were already completing their homework. I got down to show as if completing homework and spent the next hour exchanging looks with my mom. My dick was already getting frequently hard thinking of the night.

We soon finished dinner and got down to bed. My mom was last to come to bed. She switched off the light. I winked at her and made a pout to express that I was kissing her. She replied with a smile, and the lights turned off. I was waiting eagerly for the night.

I don’t know when I slipped into sleep. But the watch on the shelf showed as 11 in the radium glow when I woke up. Everyone was in a deep sleep. I got down from the bed and went to the other side. I tapped my mom’s shoulders to wake her up. It took a few taps to wake her completely.

By the time my eyes got used to the darkness. I could sense the tiniest shade of light. I could see her sitting in her place, checking at my siblings. She signaled as if to ask what it was. I raised my hand with a finger showing the other room. For a moment, she looked at me.

I went to the corner where I placed my bag and pulled out the ironed sari and blouse from it. I walked back to her, who was sitting in the room. I handed them over to her. She took still as if she was not sure.

I moved close to her ear and whispered, “Wear the sari and come to the next room. I will be waiting for you.” I walked out without waiting for her response. And I pecked her before I moved out. I pulled the doors close and switched on the night bulb. Then I got down to arrange the room for the night.

I pulled the bed from the cot and put it in the same corner where my dad put it when he did her. I changed myself into the lungi and vest. I was waiting for her to come patiently. It was 30 minutes before she opened the door and walked in. She looked at the arrangements and me for a moment.

I sat like a man on the bed when she entered and looked at her with lust in my eyes. Our eyes met for a moment. She stood there at the door silently. “Why don’t you close the door, keep those flowers in your hair and come here, Shobha?” I said.

She widened her eyes in surprise as she heard me using her name for the first time. I looked straight into her eyes without flinching and asked, repeating my words. She looked at me for a moment and followed my instructions. She closed and locked the door from inside and came closer to the bed.

I was trying to control excitement and hard on. I held her hand and pulled her down to make her sit on the bed. She controlled and fell on the bed. She adjusted to sit on the bed and looked at me. I took the flowers from her hand and arranged them randomly in her hair.

Now in my favorite chocolate-colored sari and 3/4th blouse with a bunch of jasmine flowers in her hair. I could not wait. By holding her waist, I pulled her closer to me. And she loosened my grip. “Please! I am your mom.” At that moment, I just lost it.

I looked at her madly for a moment, and then words flew out of my mouth.
“What did you say? Didn’t you remember that you were my mom when you asked me that stupid question? Why didn’t you slap me when I held your waist? Instead, you smiled shamelessly and naughtily.”

“And you didn’t remember that you were my mom when I was grinding your ass with my dick. You didn’t remember that you were my mom when I was secretly playing with you behind your husband’s back for the past month. You didn’t remember that you were my mother while I was kissing you.”

“Now you come to this room by wearing the sari I asked you to wear and preaching to me that you are my mom?’ I stopped for the words to sink. We are looking at each other for few moments.

Then I said, “Don’t spoil the mood, Shobha. Yes, we were mom and son. But the moment you asked that question, I held your sexy waist. The moment you accepted it, our mother-son relationship ceased to exist.”

“Yes, we are mother and son to the outside world and the family. But within these four walls, and especially when we are alone, I am your lover. I am your husband, and I will fuck your brains out today. So, cooperate and enjoy.”

Saying this, I again pulled her closer to me with no resistance from her. I moved closer to her and buried my face in the bunch of jasmine flowers. As the sweet smell of jasmines blasted my nostrils, I felt intoxicated. My grip around her waist tightened.

I swayed my face in the bunch of flowers and moved my hands to take her beautiful tight boobs into my hands. I took the tight and soft boobs into my hands. I moved my face to the side and kissed the neck. As I kissed her neck, I started mauling her boobs.

She also soon started to lose control and adjusted her body to my acts. I was mauling her boobs with one hand from under the saree on one side and the other from over the saree. We got lost in inhibitions and shamelessly started kissing each other.

After few minutes, I released her. Looking straight into her eyes, I removed the pallu, exposing the tight boobs held in my favorite blouse. She was looking at me as I was removing the sari. I let it slide sideways, exposing the boobs. I held her hands tightly. I made her lie down on the bed.

Her boobs were still tight and standing like mountains which are making me mad. As she rested her head on the pillow, I could see the lust in her eyes. I removed the shirt first and then my Banian (Vest) and threw it away randomly. As I removed my vest, she signaled at me, looking at the light.

I understood that she wanted to switch off the lights. I got up, turned down the lights, and quickly returned to my place beside her. There was still enough light coming from the ventilator above the wall of the room. I could still make out her beautiful figure and lustful eyes looking at me.

Our eyes locked again, and I slowly held her midriff moved close to her. Then we looked at each other for a moment. We both know that from that moment, we will cease to exist as mom and son. It was a moment of lust and pure lust in our eyes. And that moment will alter our lives forever in the future.

We were there looking deeply at each other. It was not love but pure lust for each other. There was a raging lust inside me. With the expectation, my whole blood was rushing to the center of my body as it was slowly getting heavy. This was the moment I was waiting for.

When it is turning to reality, I want to live the moments. I don’t want to lose them to the heat of the moment. My eyes unlocked from her eyes. I looked at her head on the pillow flanked by loosened hair with strands of flowers around it.

Then they moved down to the mounds of heaven, which I can feel are now heaving in anticipation. I understood that she was also ready for the action. My eyes went back to lock with her eyes. I held the loose end of the sari and moved it further down, exposing the midriff.

I moved my body close to her and got over her. I moved my face close to her and rubbed my lips along her jawline. She pushed her hand under my hand and held me on my back. My lips moved till the other end of the jawline and retraced back to the chin, then went to her lips.

She silently opened her lips to me as my body rested on her. My chest was now crushing the smooth, spongy, and stiff boobs while I held her one side of the midriff. As our smooch became deep and crazy, the tongues rolled out to explore each other.

My hand played the soft and stiff waist, trying to push the sari down and blouse up. Then I moved my complete body over her. My legs got between hers as my manhood rested on her womanhood. My hand took her left hand first and crossed fingers while my hand pinned it beside her pillow.

Then she automatically gave in the right hand, meeting a similar fate as her left hand. My chest is now completely crushing hers. My flesh at the sides of the elbow is pressing hers, which is covered with the blouse. I have now literally pinned her to the bed.

Our heads moved from side to side as we kissed madly. After a few minutes, I released her hands. I buried my face between her mounds and held the two of them tightly together, kissing the flesh exposed by her blouse. Minute by minute, it was getting lustful.

My hip started to make movements that poked my dick at the center near her pussy over the sari. I soon realized that she was also syncing movements with my hip. Still, I am playing with her boobs while kissing them and enjoying with my hands and face.

At times I moved above to kiss her neck, push her blouse strips to the sides and bite her shoulder blades. Slowly I started expanding my exploration. I went down, and I suppose I kissed her pussy over the sari where she held my head madly for a moment before I further went down.

I started playing with her foot, kissing and moving above, exposing her calves. They were so stiff, fleshy, and curvy that my hard-on was raging. I furthered, pushing the sari above her thighs. When I started kissing the inside of her thighs, I could feel the nascent smell of her precum.

I started digging her thighs, kissing her with my lips. She could not resist and, holding my hair with her hands, pulled me up. Then we again kissed madly for few minutes. We became still madder, and I came back to her boobs. Now it seems her top hook has loosened.

I was losing to the moment of heat. I held the blouse at the top of the opening, exposing the boobs, and in one go pulled it hard. I could hear the short sounds of hooks coming off and the blouse tearing. That exposed more flesh of boobs. I didn’t wait and pushed one hand inside and pulled the right boob out.

I was wasting no time. I took it inside my mouth. It was too much for my mouth, and I was soon choking over her boob. She was going mad and raised her chest to push it more into her mouth. I circled my tongue around her nipple. Then I left from sucking the boob and making a slurping sound.

I held the remaining part of the blouse and pulled it again. This time all the hooks have gone for a toss, and the blouse tore off. I pushed the blouse to the side while it clung to her. I held the two boobs as they seemed to overflow in my hands.

I started sucking them, alternatively starting now with the left boob. This lust of madness went on for some time. I drilled my dick over pussy mound from above the sari. The sari seemed to crumple between us. I released the boob. Holding her hands above her head’s tights, I started sucking the boobs.

I also started to hit the pussy mound hard, raising the hips. In between, I smelled and kissed her arms while sucking the boobs. She at times got her lips, and we kissed with our lips. I was fully charged up. It was almost close to an hour as I played with her body.

I could not wait any longer, which I blurted out, “I can’t wait anymore, Shobha.” I got back to sucking the boobs and started removing the underwear to get naked. As I got naked, I stopped suddenly and pushed the sari above her waist. This exposed her womanhood.

I looked at her now into her eyes and tried reading her face. But it was already full of lust. I adjusted her legs, widening them.

I said, “That’s it, mom. This is the last moment of us as mom and son. If we proceed, we will not be mom and son anymore. Would you like to proceed? I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning and teach me morals.”

“Shut up! Put it inside, you son of a bitch.”

For the first time, I heard such nasty and filthy words from her mouth.

“Okay bitch! Then get ready for the fuck of your life. I will fuck your brains out and make you my bitch.”

Saying this, I was rubbing on her nakedness. She held my dick with her hand and pointed me in the right direction. After tenderly teasing it a couple of times, I entered it slowly. Since it was already lubricated, my dick went inside smoothly.

But I was feeling the tightness of her pussy and felt as if it was squeezing my dick. I waited for a moment to feel the pussy. Then I slowly raised my hip and pushed back. After a couple of times, I raised it slowly back as the dick came out of her pussy but not completely.

This time I thrust it back with all the force. I can hear her say ‘Slowly,’ which was lost in her gasp and pain. I gave her a few more hard thrusts, to which she responded similarly. I continued my strokes. I disrobed her completely in few minutes, making her devoid of any laces of motherhood she still held.

We became completely naked. I held her hands above her head and started sucking boobs as I continued my fucking. At times I exchanged her boobs to her lips for a deep wet kiss. Our saliva was drooling out of our mouths as we were kissing. We lost track of time as we enjoyed the entanglement of sex.

The pace of strokes increased in some moments. The next moments they became slow enjoying their leisure. She wrapped her legs around my heaving waist. I almost want to cum at the moment. But I was aware that young guys like me cum quickly. I want to hold it as long as I can.

I want my mom to say that I fucked her better than her husband. So I was intermittently giving her sudden hard thrusts taking her by surprise. Every time a hard thrust was a surprise to her. I am not sure how long it was, but the knob of my dick started to pain.

Soon there was a pressure building inside me. I know I will cum any minute now. I wanted to give a good climax. I slowly increased the pace and strength of my thrusts. My dick started giving her pussy long, hard and heavy strokes and thrusts to which her whole body was quivering.

As the pace increased and tension built around my libido, she raised her legs, and tights wrapped them around me. But I was mad and continued madly pumping her. We started our wet kiss while holding her boobs and mauling them.

As the thrusts became harder and quicker, her moans also seemed like a train movement. Soon in moments, I was spraying my cum inside her as the strokes slowed down with slow, long, and hard thrusts. Slowly our lips also eased, but we enjoyed the wet kiss.

After few minutes, we disentangled, and I fell beside her trying to catch a breath. Our naked bodies could now feel the air from the fan above us. First, there were gasps to catch breathe, then a silence followed by the gratification our bodies enjoyed.

To be continued.

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I was on a long bus trip by myself. I was prepared for an uneventful trip, but something happened that changed my mind. At one of the stops, a woman got on. Her clothes were tight, and her figure was fucking amazing. Any man would want to run their hands all over her thirst-inducing body!

She came and sat next to me, and we started talking. She noticed me looking at her cleavage, and she didn’t mind! She teased me jokingly about it, but she didn’t shy away.

It had gotten dark and everyone had begun to sleep off. My co-passenger and I were still talking when suddenly she looked around and then smiled at me. She leaned forward, and my eyes fixated on her cleavage again. She looked back once more, and then pulled her top down and showed me her tit!

I was in a trance. I reached out her tits and gasped as the tender feel of her soft nipple grazed my hungry fingers. I woke up startled when the bus driver hit a sudden break. Apparently, I was dreaming! This realization was such a disappointment.

The second I got down at my stop I was pissed. Once I was alone, I searched for porn to satisfy my frustration. I found a video I liked, but when I clicked on it, an advertisement popped up instead. It led me to a website called DSCgirls.live. Until then, I was not aware of such a site existing for the Indians.

I liked all the sexy, Indian asses and boobs I saw on the site. It didn’t take me much time to pay for some credits via UPI after creating an account.

Then, I scrolled through their long list of hot, horny desi Indian girls and bhabhis, looking for my perfect girl. I finally found her, Dimple!

Dimple was hot as fuck and her body was sexy like the chick from the bus. I messaged her and we talked for a while. I told her about my dream, and she was interested in helping me make my dreams come true, so we set up a meeting.

She came online wearing a tight black top over her soft, creamy and fair skin. Her breasts were squished together fondly. She bit her red lips into the cam and looked back, just like the woman in my dreams, and pulled out one of her juicy tits.

Dimple: Does this remind you of anything? You naughty boy!

Me: Oh, absolutely! Do that again, slower. Moan while you do it.

Dimple: Why don’t you pull your juicy cock out and get comfortable. I’m all yours tonight. (wink)

I got out of my pants and sat down with my cock out. She moaned loudly as she pulled both her tits out. She twirled her fingers around her juicy nipples and licked her lips.

She pulled her top off slowly. I stroked my cock softly as I watched her step back from the camera. She was wearing nothing but a thong now, and it wedged straight into her sexy ass-crack. Her ass glistened in the light, and so did her tits as she turned her head sideways to look and smile at me.

Dimple: Tell me, naughty boy. What did you wanna do with this sexy body?

She shifted from one leg to the other while tilting her head to tease me shamelessly. She brought her tits closer to the cam.

Me: I want those fucking tits, baby!

Dimple: Yea? These juicy tits?

She rubbed her tits into the cam as I stroked myself. She twirled her nipples fondly and moaned as she used one hand to finger herself. She bit her lip and groaned as she stuck her fingers deeper into her pussy.

Dimple: Goddamn! Look at that juicy cock of yours! Can you put it in my mouth, baby?

Me: Bring that mouth closer!

I brought my cock closer to the cam, and she put her drooling mouth to the cam and twirled her tongue around as I stroked harder to what I saw. This was much better than some random tit on a bus!

Dimple: Stroke harder, baby! God, I want that cock touching my dirty body so bad!

I started stroking faster as she pulled out a dildo and rubbed it all over her naughty body. She moaned as she pushed it between her juicy tits and teased me. She let out another sultry moan as she ran the toy down her chest, stomach, and to her hips. She turned around and smacked her ass, and it reddened.

Seeing her red palm print appearing on that ass made me stroke harder as I groaned with pleasure. She put the dildo in her ass and grinded her pussy against it and moaned and I stroked harder.

Dimple: Squeeze that juicy cock for me, baby!

Me: Let me fuck that ass, you naughty slut!

Dimple: Ooh! Slut! God, that turns me on when you’re being mean!

She took some cold lube and squirted some on her thick ass. She rubbed it in as she watched me to stroke. She bit her lips and brought her lips to the cam and made sucking noises as if she was sucking my warm cock. She twirled her tongue and fingered her asshole and then giggled.

Dimple: Is this the shiny ass you wanted to fuck, naughty boy?

Me: Spread that shit open!

She moaned suggestively as she used both hands to pry open her glistening ass cheeks. She put the tip of the dildo in and yelped with pleasure as her juicy ass closed around it. She turned back and smiled watching as I stroked my cock so close to the cam. She brought the cam closer to her ass and moaned louder as the dildo slid in and out of her juicy pussy.

My limit was fast approaching. She turned around and stuck the dildo back in her pussy and sat on it! Dimple rocked her juicy hips back and forth while sucking on her fingers as she moaned and twirled her tongue.

Dimple: Oh god! It feels so good to feel that juicy cock inside me! Fuck me harder!

Me: Squeeze those tits!

She squeezed them and moaned as she bounced and I sprayed my screen with my cum as she continued to rock. Once I came to my senses I wiped off the screen and sat back. My cock throbbed from my amazing orgasm and she chuckled as she moved up and down slowly on her toy.

Dimple pulled it out and sucked on it as she moaned. Her body was sweaty and she loved it. She lifted her arms and licked her sweaty pits and breathed heavily. She squeezed her tits again as I stroked my cock gently.

Dimple: Damn, baby! That was so fun! (giggles)

She moaned again and blew a kiss into the cam as she got up and wiped off her pussy and ass. She waved bye as she ended the call, and I booked another session for the next day! Best purchase I ever made!!

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

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

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

Ab main shuru karti hu apni ‘Complaint Karne Jaane Se Leke, Chudai Ki Class Tak’ ka agla part. Is part ka maza lene ke liye pichle parts zaroor padhe.

Pichle part mein aapne padha tha, ki kaise Amit mujhe party karne leke gaya aur pehle hum mall mein gaye. Fir us mall ke changing room mein hamne chudai ka chhota sa session kiya, jisme hame khoob maza aaya. Fir hum restaurant ki taraf chale gaye.

Maine red top aur blue jeans pehni thi aur hum restaurant mein baithe the. Restaurant mein jitne bhi ladke the, woh sab mujhe ghoor rahe the. Meri moti gaand aur bade-bade stann dekh kar sab ladko ke muh mein paani aa raha tha. Amit to pehle se hi meri gaand ko ghoor raha tha.

Fir Amit ne khaana order kiya aur hum dono khaana aane ki wait karne lage. Amit mere saamne wali chair pe baitha tha. Lekin usse control nahi hua aur woh mere paas aake baitha gaya. Jab tak hum khaane ki wait kar rahe the, usne meri jaangho pe haath ferna shuru kar diya.

Fir woh apna haath meri chut ke upar le gaya aur chut ko dabaane lag gaya. Uske aisa karne se meri chut mein firse khujli honi shuru ho gayi thi. Woh baar-baar mere paas aata, jisse uski garam saanse meri gardan aur gaalo se takraane lagti.

Main ab madhosh ho rahi thi aur maine bhi apna haath uske lund par rakh liya. Uska lund pehle se tight ho chuka tha aur ab woh firse chudai karne ke liye taiyaar tha. Fir Amit ne meri jeans ki zip kholi aur apna haath andar daal liya aur meri chut par panty ke upar se ungliya ferne laga.

Maine uska haath apni taango ke beech daba liya tha aur mujhe uske aisa karne se maza aa raha tha. Fir woh mere kaan ke paas aaya aur usne mere kaan mein kaha.

Amit: Bathroom mein chalte hai.

Main: Pagal ho gaye ho? Yaha itne log hai. Aise kaise.

Amit: Aise hi to maza aayega meri jaan.

Ye sun kar main hass padi, lekin maine uski baat nahi maani. Fir usne mujhe kaafi convince kiya aur mujhe uspe taras aa gaya. Waise main bhi garam ho chuki thi, to main maan gayi.

Fir hum dono waha se khade hue aur bathroom ki taraf jaane lage. Jab hum bathroom mein pahunche. To waha ladies aur gents ke liye single-single bathroom hi tha. Ye dekh kar hamara mood off ho gaya, kyuki hum risk nahi le sakte the.

Fir hum sochne lage, ki kya kiya jaaye aur tabhi hame bathroom ke peeche wala staircase dikha. Hum dono staircase ki taraf gaye aur chhat par chale gaye. Chhat par jaake hamne darwaza upar se band kar liya.

Waha par ek aur chhoti chhat thi, jis par paani ka tank pada tha. Waha ek chhoti si seedi bhi thi, to hum us tank wali chhat par chadh gaye.

Chhat par chadhte hi hamne ek-doosre ko kiss karna shuru kar diya. Hum dono ek-doosre ki jeebh choosne lage aur apni thook exchange karne lage. Hum dono ki hi aag bhadak chuki thi aur hum dono ek-doosre ko khaa jaana chaahte the.

Fir Amit ne meri gardan par kiss karna shuru kiya aur main uske sir ko apni chaati mein dabaane lagi. Fir Amit ne peeche se meri top mein haath daala aur meri bra ka hook khol diya. Uske baad usne aage se meri top mein haath daala aur meri bra ko kheench liya.

Fir usne meri bra ko neeche wali chhat par fenk diya aur dobara se mere stanno mein muh maarne laga. Usne meri top ko gale se kheencha aur mere stann baahar nikal liye. Stann baahar aane se meri top aur zyada kass gayi aur mere nipples khade ho gaye.

Fir Amit mere nipples ko chaatne laga aur choosne laga. Woh mere nipples ko chaat-te hue kaat bhi raha tha, jiska mujhe bohut maza aa raha tha. Usne mere nipples choos-choos kar laal kar diye the. Fir usne mera top utaar diya aur meri gardan par daant kaatne laga.

Main jaldi se neeche baith gayi aur maine uski belt khol kar uski pant neeche kar di. Usne mera sir pakda aur underwear mein se hi apna lund mere muh par maarne laga. Woh apna lund underwear mein se hi mere muh mein daal raha tha. Main uske underwear ko chaat rahi thi.

Fir maine uska underwear neeche kiya aur uska lund uchal kar mere muh par laga. Fir maine uske lund ko pyaar se chooma aur lund ke ched ko apni jeebh se sehlane lag gayi. Fir maine uske lund ki ek chuski li aur usko muh mein daalne lagi.

Maine uska poora lund apne muh mein daal liya aur usko choos kar uska swaad lene lagi. Amit ko maza aane laga aur woh dheere-dheere horny hone laga. Fir usne mera sir pakda aur zor-zor se mere muh mein dhakke dene laga.

Usne mere baal pakad liye aur apna lund mere gale tak le-jaa raha tha. Meri saans ruk rahi thi aur mere muh se laar tapak rahi thi. Lekin is sab mein mujhe bohut maza aa raha tha. Woh baar-baar lund mere muh se baahar nikaalta aur mere muh par lund se thappad marta.

Uske baad woh firse lund mere muh mein daal deta aur dhakke dene lagta. Fir thodi der lund chuswaane ke baad usne mujhe uthaya aur mere honth choosne laga. Hum dono firse paaglo ki tarah ek-doosre ke honth choosne lage.

Main uski shirt kholne lagi aur woh meri gaand dabaane laga. Usne meri jeans ka button khola aur usko kheench kar nikaal diya. Fir usne mujhe ghumaya aur neeche baith gaya. Usne meri panty bhi nikaal di aur meri ek taang ko utha kar tank par tika diya. Fir Amit ne meri gaand ko chooma aur bola-

Amit: Kya kamaal ki gaand hai teri, aaj to khaa jaaunga isko.

Ye bol kar usne apna muh aage badhaya aur meri gaand ke ched mein jeebh daalne lag gaya. Mujhe bada maza aa raha tha. Woh meri gaand ke ched ko choosne laga aur apne daanto se maas ko kheenchne laga. Usne meri gaand ko chaat-chaat kar mujhe pagal kar diya tha. Main usko bolne lagi-

Main: Amit aur mat tadpao aur faad do meri is gaand ko aahh…

Fir Amit khada hua aur usne apna lund meri gaand ke ched par set kiya. Uska lund meri thook se pehle hi bohut geela tha. Jaise hi usne apna lund mere ched par rakha, to mujhse raha nahi gaya aur maine neeche hokar poora lund apni gaand mein le liya.

Main: Aah!

Kya chain mila tha mujhe uska lund andar leke. Is dard mein bhi gazab ka maza hota hai. Fir woh meri gaand mein dhakke dene laga aur main bhi apna zor lagaane lagi. Woh peeche se meri gaand chod raha tha aur mere muh ko apni taraf mod kar mere honth bhi choos raha tha.

Main moan kiye jaa rahi thi aur woh zor-zor ke jhatke diye jaa raha tha. Fir usne mujhe farsh par lita diya aur meri meri gaand mein firse lund de diya. Woh meri gaand par baith kar meri gaand maar raha tha aur mere stann zameen se dab rahe the.

Fir thodi der meri gaand maarne ke baad usne mujhe seedha kiya aur mujhe kiss karne laga. Usne neeche se apna lund meri chut mein daal diya aur poori speed se meri chut chodne laga.

Maine bhi apni taange uski kamar ke ird-gird lapet li aur uske honth kaatne lagi. Upar dhoop thi aur main zameen pe thi, to mujhe kaafi garmi lag rahi thi. Fir maine Amit ko kaha.

Main: Mujhe garmi lag rahi hai.

Amit ne mujhe khada kiya aur idhar-udhar dekhne laga. Fir uske dimaag mein ek idea aaya. Usne tank ka dhakkan khol diya aur mujhe andar ghusne ko bola.

Main boli: Pagal ho tum, aise kaise tank mein ghus jau.

Amit: Arre main dikhaata hu.

Fir woh upar chadha aur tank mein ghus gaya. Tank poora nahi bhara tha aur paani chaati tak hi tha. Fir usne tank mein ghusne mein meri help ki aur main bhi tank mein ghus gayi. Fir usne meri chut mein lund daal diya aur mujhe chodna shuru kar diya.

Usne mujhe paani mein utha rakha tha aur mujhe swarg ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Hum dono pagal hokar chudai ka maza le rahe the. Paani mein jab lund andar jaata tha, to zor se chap-chap ki awaaze aati thi. Fir thodi der aise hi chudai ke baad hum baahar aa gaye.

Fir Amit ne mujhe kone mein deewar pe bithaya aur meri chut mein lund daal kar meri chudai karne laga. Usne apni speed bohut tez kar li thi aur ab main jhadne waali thi. Fir usne apna lund meri chut mein se nikaal liya aur muh chut ke neeche karke baith gaya.

Meri chut se paani girne laga aur usne mera saara paani pee liya. Fir woh khada hua aur usne apna lund mere muh ke saamne kar diya. Maine bhi uska lund choos-choos kar uska paani apne muh mein le liya aur pee gayi.

Ab hum dono santusht ho chuke the. Fir hum neeche utre aur apne-apne kapde pehan liye. Hamne darwaza khola aur wapas restaurant mein aa gaye. Hamara khaana aa chuka tha aur dhaka hua tha. Mera bag waha pada tha, isliye shayad waiter ko laga hoga ki hum wapas aayenge aur khaana wahi rakh gaya hoga.

Fir hamne khaana khaaya aur waha se nikal gaye. Amit ne mujhe mere ghar ke paas drop kiya aur chala gaya.

Iske baad kya hua, woh aapko agle part mein pata chalega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega.

Hello and welcome back everyone, I’m Reesh, the current narrator of this story. Before we start the story, let me give you a gist of everything that has happened.

Harshita was once in a relationship with Virat, with whom she had the best sexual experience of her life. Later, her college seniors found some of her videos with Virat. They blackmailed her into lesbian domination, where she suffered for almost three months.

Her life was almost getting on track when her cousin (me) tricked her into having regular sex with me. Little did I know it wasn’t enough. So she called back Virat. They fucked in front of me while I was tied up to a chair with her used panty in my mouth.

Let’s get started now.

At the end of the last session, Harshita was exhausted after a long session. Her pussy was leaking Virat’s cum, and she was catching her breath. I was tied up to the chair with no idea of what was about to happen. Virat walked out of the room naked and came back in a few mins.

V: Here’s your surprise, Harshita.

Harshita sat down, didn’t know what to expect when suddenly 5 big naked dudes entered the room. She tried to cover herself from the blanket, only for it to be snatched away by Virat. In no time, these 5 dudes surrounded Harshita and held her arms and legs.

H: What the fuck are you doing, Virat? Why are these guys here?

V: Isn’t it obvious? They want to fuck you. That’s all.

H: No, please.

A guy standing next to Harshita slapped her hard, and at the same time, Virat slapped her pussy. I remember you saying you’ll give me your ass in the next session. Harshita screamed, ‘No.’

Virat held her by her hair and pulled her forward, “Shut the fuck up. You dumped me. I’m going to do the same to you now.” Virat started fingering her asshole, and at the same time, two dudes started working on her tits. One kissed her, and two others touched and fingered her pussy and thighs.

Virat soon positioned his dick aiming for her asshole while two guys spread her legs. He started shoving his dick in her asshole, but it was too tight. She was screaming and crying, but there was no trace of mercy in any of them. Soon the tip was inside, and I could see her asshole getting stretched.

He kept shoving harder, and half of his dick was inside, and he kept it like that for a moment. A guy rubbed her clit, and two on her tits were completely mauling her, biting her tits and nipples, leaving marks all over it. She cried and wept.

Finally, it was time to shove the whole dick. It was such hard of a push that this made her scream the harshest. He started fucking her ass and continued for some time. Soon he pulled out his dick, and everyone left Harshita.

At that moment, I realized that all the guys he had brought had even bigger and thicker dick than Virat himself. They pulled down Harshita, and she was made to sit on her knees. She knew she had to suck the dick of all these strangers. She started it without even someone telling her.

Everyone was laughing, seeing what a slut she was. She sucked a dick and held one in each hand, stroking them and moving from one dick to another. Virat pointed a guy, and he went out to get a bag. Soon the attention turned towards me, and Virat asked me if I enjoyed seeing Harshita like that.

He pulled Harshita by her hair and brought her close to me, and told her to suck me dry. I was still hard and oozing a lot of precum. As soon as Harshita tried to suck me, I exploded in her face. Everyone laughed, looking at me, and I felt humiliated.

Then a guy reached out to the bag and took out a cock cage. My mouth still had Harshita’s panty. I was tied to a chair, and my dick was turning limp after the orgasm. They handed it over to Harshita. Although I tried moving, it was no use, and she locked my dick in that cock cage and gave the key to Virat.

The main event for the day was about to start as one guy had positioned himself in the bed. Harshita was soon picked up and made to sit on his cock. As the cock slid inside, she moaned and fell over him, leaving her beautiful ass on display.

In no time, a guy stood behind her, stroking his cock with intent to fucking her ass. He held her ass as she screamed, “Please, don’t fuck my ass.” She received a hard spank on her ass. The guy fucking her from the bottom stopped his motion for a moment.

The guy who stood behind tried penetrating his dick in her already filled pussy. As she was about to scream, her mouth was quickly invaded by Virat’s dick. He held her head on his dick while the other guy successfully penetrated a second dick in her pussy.

Tears rolled down her eyes as three men started fucking her. The other three stood aside, stroking their cock, waiting for their turn. One of them took out a big butt plug from the bag and found its place in Harshita’s ass within moments. Two dicks in her pussy, a dick in her mouth, and a butt plug.

She kept getting spanks from the guy fucking her from behind while the guy at the bottom took extra care of her tits. Virat kept deepthroating her. Soon the guy standing behind withdraw his dick only for others to take his position and fill Harshita’s pussy again.

Virat took out his dick, and it was now time to take things a step further. The guy standing behind started wrapping his arms around Harshita’s legs and arms, forcing himself over her and finally picking her up in a full nelson position.

OMG! my jaw dropped looking at her like that! Her body was on display for everyone. She had a cock in her pussy and a butt plug. Her body turned red from all the activities. Her tits were covered in numerous bite marks. Her face clearly showed that she cried with mascara running all over.

He started fucking her in that position. Virat walked towards her with a vibrator, turned it to highest, and put it over her clit. She was moaning and grunting. The guy increased his pace and started going deeper. Harshita rolled her eyes back.

She experienced one of the hardest squirting orgasms forcing the guy to take out his dick. Soon the area they stood in converted to a pool. Harshita lost all her energy and rested in his arms. They waited for a few minutes till Harshita recovered.

Two guys came forward and spread Harshita’s legs while one wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly in that position. She was hanging and spread between three men. There was still one guy remaining who didn’t get to use either her ass or pussy.

He stood in front of her, stroking his cock. He had the thickest cock in the room and was around 8-inch lengthy. He took out the plug and shoved a nozzle of lube, preparing it for the invasion. He even squirted some of it on his dick. When he finally put his dick head inside, Harshita screamed.

The guy holding her wrapped his arm around her neck, and her scream was muffled. Slowly and steadily, the cock went inside as Harshita had tears rolling down her eyes. When it was half inside her ass, it was really big. It kept stretching more till he finally out his whole shaft inside.

In no time, he started fucking her ass mercilessly and rubbed her clit at the same time. She whimpered and tried to move but was held tightly by men. He fucked her for 15 minutes without slowing his pace and took a break when Harshita had an orgasm.

He adjusted himself a bit and kept ramming her ass for another 10 minutes and then pulled out, leaving her ass with a 3-inch wide gap. I was struck by the thought of what was going to happen. She was finally put down on her knees, waiting for the cock that just fucked her ass for almost half an hour.

Without any instructions, she knew she had to suck him dry. She started working her way on his dick without using her hand. She did what she could. He was reaching close, so he held her face tightly and shoved his dick as much as possible.

Finally, he came into her throat. She gulped every bit of it, and he kept her like that till his dick turned limp in her mouth. She was now back in bed while the guys tied up her hands, spread her legs. She tied them to two sides of the beds, giving her pussy and devastated asshole.

For the finishing touch, she was made to put a gag. What started now was a marathon, one after another. Each guy came in front, tossed a coin, and called for their desired hole. If they won, they get to fuck it. Else they have to fuck the other hole.

It was made clear that they could fuck her for as long as they wished to, but they couldn’t cum. They fucked her without a break for almost 2 hours, devouring both her holes. Her navel, tits, and neck were covered with multiple bite marks and handprints.

Every guy was now eager to cum as they went for the final round. They fucked her pussy, then withdrew it right when they were about to cum and depositing in a bowl. She was untied and was in no shape to even move. But she was made to sit and gulp cum from the six men that fucked her.

She did it without any resistance, all the men who came for the gangbang left in that instant. She fell asleep while Virat slept beside her. I was still tied up to the chair with a cock ring.

It was almost 5 am when everything ended. I lost track of time as I remember the session started after 9 pm last night.

This is the end of this part of gangbang of Harshita. A new part will be up soon. If you want to chat with either Virat or Harshita, you can contact on [email protected]. Till then goodbye.

Hello all ISS readers, I hope you guys enjoying and fulfilling your desires. This blog post will be a series where I will be sharing my experiences as Bull dominant in Indian society.

When we think of India, (especially for someone that studied outside of India) from the surface you will find a very conservative society always keeping the sex lives and the secret to themselves. And I used to presume that majority of Indians are pretty much vanilla people. And if you thought the same, well, surprisingly I had the wrong conception.

The Indians are pretty kinkier now than ever before. Yes, on the surface, it is still a very conservative society where at places sex is still a big taboo, but that is changing.

People won’t come out and claim it and display openly their sexuality. Yet, I have been lucky enough or have explored a lot to come to the conclusion the Indians love sex and are experimenting now than ever before.

And don’t forget, it’s the land where all modern kinks like threesome, oral sex, different sex positions, group sex, etc have been practiced since ancient times. Kamasutra is the ultimate book on sex.

Sadly, what happened is, like our culture of old and the science that got somewhat lost in the late 16-20th century, sex became more taboo too. Nonetheless, it’s again changing.

Keeping my views aside, I will be disclosing my real-life experiences since I came back to India.

I am now 26 and my journey into exploring my sexual desires started way back in my late teenage. I will keep this part short for now so I can share details later on that journey. Like any millennial, the internet and thus porn has been in access for me for quite a long time.

I completed my schooling in Delhi and moved to the Netherlands for my grad. In the Netherlands, sexuality and expressing it is quite open and yet conservative when you move to the countryside – somewhat like the situation in India.

I was able to explore different variations in sex that I only got the chance to see in porn earlier. I experimented with BDSM, voyeurism, domination a lot. But what made me feel the most alive and turned on was when I bulled a young cuck couple.

The cuckold porn was just picking up that time (2018) and before my encounter, I had no clue what to call what I experienced. It was a life-changing moment and things have been quite different. Being able to show my rough side, brutal side, and that too with full consent from the girl and on top, I being tipped by her BF for more crazy fucking. I was in heaven. The details of the experience for some other day.

When I came back to India (late 2019) during the holiday season,

1. I never knew I will be here for 2 straight years due to Covid-19.
2. I never imagined I will be able to find and fuck cuckold wives/gfs in India (specifically in Delhi).

All in all, these have been the most amazing times in India and to be here as a young, sex exploring adult. Again, like other countries, it’s not easy to find genuine people who share your interests easily. Though, one thing where India is a little bad is social platforms and thus the adult sites.

Here the fake people and profiles are in majority. And it becomes more difficult for people to seek genuine experiences and being cheated. As Indians, we should stop that, no fake profiles. One can maintain their privacy and also be honest about themselves. That is one place if we all abide then the quality and the number of experiences and satisfaction will increase for every Indian who want to divulge into the alt lifestyle or try it.

So, in short, I will be posting blogs in series, “What is it like to be a Bull in India.” And to keep you guys hooked, I will give you a glimpse of how it all started in India.

Those who are familiar with Delhi must know the elite clubbing places. The party usually starts 2-3 am and goes on till the Sunrise. I have a liking for Techno music and was attending one such party in one of the clubs (Esquire).

I went to attend the gig of an old friend and there, amidst the full power techno, all the drug and not drugged people, drunk and crazily drunk people, I found my first cuckold couple in India raving to the techno music. What happened next ..well, definitely something I didn’t expect here in Delhi.

It was 3:30 AM or about, I had been dancing to the techno beats and gulping down my beers. As usual, when you drink more, you need to pee too. I headed to men’s loo which if you have or get a chance to visit that club is a kinda open-close space – very trippy one can say with different colored glasses on the wall.

So I was in my urinal relieving myself and the loo got empty just as I was about to be done.

Being a little drunk and high in fun and in the urge to go back out dancing and drinking, I just peed and then turned around to the washbasin before actually pulling my dick back up and zipping up. So, in a literal sense, I was flashing my dick for a good minute till I realized another guy entered the loo and came straight there!

As I realized, I quickly put my pants completely on, and I took a sigh of relief that he won’t have seen anything. (It feels awkward to randomly show a dick and that too, to a random guy).

After that, I just washed my face and coolly wiped my face off. At that moment, I saw that guy directly staring at me which of course felt awkward (I am straight after all 😂😈).

I just hurriedly went out of the loo and lit up a cigarette to smoke. That guy also came out after a few minutes and saw me smoking. He came to me and asked for a lighter. I obliged.

And then he started general talk about the DJ and the scene that night was electric. I was not interested in talks after what was an awkward moment in the loo. But I just said a few nodding words. And suddenly, he said, “Can I tell you something?”

I answered, “Yea..?”

“Will you be willing to fuck my girlfriend tonight, I am sure you will love that!”

I was shocked as it was the first time in India someone asked something in that context. But since I have had experience outside, I played along.

Me:- Well, it depends upon what we got in store, show me your girl.

He happily took out his phone and started showing me his girlfriend’s pics starting from that night pics in the club. Then he started to show me solos of her and finally some sexy collections he had of her.

The girl was quite sexy in pics, seemed just right between petite and chubby, with great features. I did like the idea of doing her rough in my mind yet to him I played like, “Bitch seems good, but I ain’t sure man. She definitely doesn’t seem nasty enough and I like bad bitches to fuck.” He got a little nervous and what he did next..

The rest details are for the next part. ☢️😈

If you wish to contact me – [email protected] is the best way to reach out to me. I am ready to share my experience and knowledge around anything sex-related.

Hi all, Gayathri here. My boyfriend Vikram and I are here with a story that happened to me a while back with my neighbours.

It was an awful start to the weekend where there was no power supply. I tried to do something to keep myself engaged but just couldn’t do it for some reason. I suddenly heard the sound of the kids in my neighbouring household shouting and playing. So I decided to step out and check what it was all about.

The neighbours were Muslims. We are an orthodox family with a whole lot of restrictions and the neighbours were just opposite of what we were. But yet I used to maintain a good personal relationship with them for my own reasons.

The head of their family was Asif, an old retired teacher in his 60s who was with his third wife. He had two sons, Arif and Javed who were in their 30s and they had 6 sons and daughters among them.

I was wearing a loose tee and my usual track pants. Oh, by the way, I am a 28 years old, fair girl 5’6″ with short curly hair. My stats are 34DD-30-34 and I don’t use much makeup. My fingers and toes are always polished and my pink lips never needed lipstick. Vikram, my boyfriend always says my boobs, thighs, and fingers are my best assets.

I saw the kids playing outside and just decided to join them to kill my boredom. I went in there and they were playing hide and seek. They welcomed me as usual with a cheer and it was one of the kids’ turn to seek us. I went into their home to find a spot to hide myself.

Whenever I go inside their house, I always have a weird feeling that a deer was entering into a lion’s den. But I never refrained myself going to their home even though my mom never liked it.

With those same thoughts yet again, I went in and searched for a place to hide. Asif was sitting in his usual chair in his usual shorts, vest, and towel around his neck in the hall and was reading the newspaper.

As I was searching for a place he said, “Gayathri, olinjukka edam thedriya di?” and I nodded my head saying yes.

He pointed me out to a spot near the refrigerator and dining table which was kind of few steps ahead from where he was sitting. It was not a great spot to hide but I just did since he told me so, and for some reason, I did not want to disobey him.

I ducked under the table and sat kind of in a way ready to move to my next spot if the seeker comes close. Asif moved his chair a bit to help me cover and he was kind of in my touching distance. I was waiting for a couple of minutes and I couldn’t hear the speaker coming.

I just turned and saw Asif. He was reading his paper and lifted his leg in his chair. The sunlight falling directly on him just revealed a part of his black flaccid cock!

It wasn’t a turn on for me seeing his old flaccid cock, but the position I was in below him with face almost near his legs and him staring at me now and then and me being in the lion’s den and him being the head of the lions..turned me on!

Asif kept checking on me and outside for a while when these thoughts were springing up on me. When he checked on the next time, I noticed he wasn’t looking at my face but at my cleavage that was so very well on display!

I had worn my bra so loose since I was at home, and the position I was in and my t-shirt revealed a good part of my cleavage while my 34DD tits were hanging so well.

It turned me on even more that my boobs and cleavage were being constantly checked on by Asif. I wanted to change my position or cover myself but I enjoyed him watching me.

I moved a bit further even pretending to check on the seeker so that he gets a better view. Asif definitely noted it and kind of adjusted himself and now I was able to see the entire black cock hanging in his shorts that were well near his thighs.

Now I was completely turned on and I had various thoughts running in my mind. I wanted to slide my hands into his shorts and get hold of his cock like I do with Vikram’s inside boxers while crushing my own tits for him.

Or what if he comes a bit more inside the table and removes his shorts for me where I can give him a handjob with his legs resting on the back of my hips? Or what if he asks me to come forward, make me kneel, pull one of my tits out, pull my hair and make me suck him or shag him?

Or what if he drags me out of the table, makes me sit on him, pulls my tits out, and started sucking them while I keep feeling his thing.

All these dirty thoughts of mine made me wet! As I was indulging in my train of thoughts, the seeker found me from behind. I smiled at him and saw Asif, he also looked at me as I was crawling outside.

Once I came out and before I could get up, the eldest of the grandsons, Aashiq, climbed on me to ride me like a horse. I stood up with him and to get a grip on me he held his arm around my neck.

He was still slipping and I pulled him up by his arm but suddenly, I also slipped and my upper body and boobs crushing onto Asif. I saw Asif and he was smiling. He was well aware of what was happening and I liked that too.

I put Aashiq down and he went to another room. I bent unnecessarily to reveal more of one of my best assets and made Asif get an even better look at it. He was moving his legs once again and I wanted to know what was happening inside.

I just thought maybe the lion was ready to take on the deer in its own way! I just smiled back. I did not adjust my tee but heard my mom calling me. I told the kids that I will come later and smiled at Asif. He smiled back with content as if he got what he wanted out of me.

As I walked back home, a train of fantasies and realities with Asif began..

Note: This story happened way well before the pandemic.

Autowallas are a different breed. A lot of them are snobby, rude, greedy, and dirty. A few of them accept life as it comes and enjoys their endless rides with strangers. They expect nothing in return, remains concentrated on their tasks.

But a lot in life is also about something that happens out of the blue when we least expect it to happen.  It was a rainy day, and the monsoon was extra kind in many cities like mine. It was dark and gloomy when my sleep broke very early in the morning.

I went back to bed, hoping things would change by the time it was a good day. I will then head to college and submit the project I had worked on till late in the night.  But the alarm went on again, as raucous as it could get to wake me up from my beauty sleep.

I was still very much asleep when I put it off, dragged myself off the bed, and sat on the toilet seat to pee. My eyes wanted to remain shut. But they did not fail to notice the dry, white spots on my dark blue panty.

I recalled, tired from work and a long day, I had made good use of my fingers last night. The spots reminded me how much I had desired a piece of meat inside me. It had been a long since I had any fun.

I got ready for the day and tasks to be finished. A project was to be submitted, and a meeting with my gang of girls before we get confined in our homes. Considering the horrible weather, I decided to skip jeans for soft cotton three-fourths.

A black bra gave a proper push and extra cleavage, and an off-white sleeveless shirt with buttons in front. It was loose enough to keep me ventilated through the day. There I was, standing under a big pink umbrella, looking for a ride.

With several tasks lined up, I was afraid that I would get an auto that would make a few stops before college. Rains had picked up, and I was feeling the sprinkles off the road on my feet. After about 20 minutes and a few rejections, an auto walla standing on the other side of the road had mercy on me.

He took a u-turn and came to me. (All conversations hereon were in Hindi, but I will describe them in English).

Him: Where do you want to go?

Me: To X bank, a nearby bill counter, and then to my X college.

Him: That is a very long journey, and roads today are jammed and flooded with water. I can take you to your college directly.

Me: Bhaiya, please? I have to do these tasks. Otherwise, my mom would be very angry. My papa is not in town, and I have to finish these tasks today anyhow.

Him: Fine, I will take you, but I will need 100 rupees over the meter.

Me: Thank you, bhaiya! You are the sweetest.

I knew I had hit the jackpot by making him agree to take me everywhere I needed to go. I did not mind his demand for extra money. Having settled in the auto, I kept my umbrella and bag aside. I began tying my open hair that was blowing in the wind as he picked up some speed.

I had not realized that it had been a few days since I had shaved. My armpits had visible growth of hair. I could smell the perfume with fresh sweat as I took my arms up and began tying my hair. I was sitting upright. I noticed that the autowalla’s eyes were not on the road and were instead on my armpits.

I knew they made a sight many do not ignore—shapely armpits of a girl with fair skin, greenish tinge with a bit of stubble. He was juggling between two activities, keeping his eyes on the road and me through his wide, horizontal glass inside the auto.

I did not mind him having a look. I wondered if he could smell what I could.  We know how armpits smell. Do they smell any different than in summer? When is it just too hot? One tends to lose track of how long it has been since the armpits were washed and perfumed.

Suddenly he spotted a huge pothole. As if he had disk brakes at the front. I slid straight up into the autowalla’s back and was thrown up a bit from my seat. The auto came to a standstill after going through a massive pothole.

I somehow balanced myself holding the horizontal bar and his shoulder, and we looked at each other into the mirror again.

Me: Bhaiya, please go slow and easy!?

Him: Sorry, madam, but it is anyway difficult to see the road full of water. How can I spot a pothole?

Me: I hope you are not hurt. Is the front wheel fine?

I could feel the pothole did some damage. You know when you have landed in a huge one.

Him (looking in the mirror and grinning): I am all good madam, what is it with the wheel? I go through this every day. But I hope you are not hurt.

The autowalla, by then, could not control bringing a broad smile on his face. His eyes lit up when he said the last line. Embarrassed to the core, having rubbed my breasts all over his back, I could only reply with a ‘yes, I am fine.’ My breasts had crushed into his back, and I could see why he was grinning.

We resumed the journey. My hair was falling everywhere after that incident. I had to tie them up again. As soon as I took my arms up and began sorting my hair, the driver started looking back in the mirror again. I was both angry as well as surprised at his reaction.

We just had a narrow shave, and this guy was still hungrily ogling at my armpits.  We had taken a detour from the main road seeing some traffic building up due to waterlogging. We thought of taking a parallel road onwards but a deserted one generally since it promised quicker passage.

But as things turned out, the front wheel was damaged. The auto came to a wobbly halt near a building on the service road. The water was knee-deep.  A car flew past us, splashing gallons of muddy water on us. That is when I remembered that I had not used the leather sheet curtain of the auto.

Nor had I been wise in picking the clothes for what was turning out to be such an adventurous day. The car had splashed a hell of a lot of water inside our broken-down auto. My shirt was completely wet, revealing the color of my black bra.

But I had even bigger worries than that. The soft cotton three-fourths, which had felt so comfy so far, had also soaked in a lot of water. I could feel my panty was drenched too.

Me: Why can’t these people drive carefully? Can’t they see the auto has broken down?

The autowalla turned towards me and said, “What to do, ma’am? There are so many autos breaking down in this rain. No one cares about us anyway,” I thought he wanted to say more. But he stopped in his tracks to observe my helpless state.

My black push-up bra was visible, so was the cleavage. He took a few seconds to devour them with his eyes, and he began speaking again.

“Arey madam, you are drenched!”

“What to do? I forgot to close the curtain! I do not know what to do!”

“Madam, the auto has broken down. I do not know when and how I can fix it. I do not even think there will be any other empty auto coming this way either,” his words scared me. “But I have a solution if you do not mind me saying this.”

He knew a place that was a deserted old factory adjacent to the road. He and his mates used to go there to have some fun time, perhaps consuming alcohol and playing cards. It is a little inside, and no one, absolutely no one, comes there. If I were okay with it, it would only be a five-minute walk from where we were.

He said we could go there for some time till we sort out our plans.   Confused and helpless as I already was, it began raining heavily again to make matters even more complex. He suggested we move there for the time being and see what help we can arrange. I agreed.

He got down and asked me for the umbrella. Even though he was in his uniform, he was getting drenched too. Some of the water off the car had splashed on him as well. I handed it to him and soon joined him under the umbrella. It was big enough for one person, but not for two.

My body was hugging him from the left side as we began walking. A few steps later, I felt I was falling in what was like a broken part of the road hidden completely by water.  But he was quick and strong. He held me by his arm and pulled me towards him.

I thanked him and began walking again. But he did not take his hand off my arm. Rather, he slowly and lightly put it on my right shoulder. He had a smile on his face. I could sense his intentions, and hunger was building up. Soon we reached the place.

Asking me to hold the umbrella, he moved a vertical zig-zag hard plastic sheet that people usually use as roofs. Here, it was being used as a door. Having made the way while taking more water onto his clothes, he let me in. We had to put on mobile phone torches to figure out the way.

He said there was a room upstairs and that the gallery was completely away from the public eye. I could anxiously, nervously, sense where this was heading. He would suck off the last drop of my pussy juice in the next half an hour or so. But what if he would not? “What am I even thinking?”

We went up. The room was well arranged — a few chairs here and there and a bed. Surprisingly, there was a thin shiny nylon rope (on which you dry clothes at home?) from one end of the room to another. The thought of taking off my wet clothes and putting them to dry under the fan flashed in my mind.

But what will I do with my companion here? I was confused. I was lost making any current plans. The man took out his shirt, twisted it, twirled it to take out the water, and spread it out on the rope. He smiled as he turned towards me. I was a bit surprised.

His face might be of a 30-year-old man, but his body was of a 25-year old. He did not have any tummy bulge no chest hair. (I observed he had no such growth), a well-shaped arm and chest.

“What are you thinking, madam? Please take out your shirt and put it to dry. I will increase the fan speed so that it takes less time,” he said.

“What? Where will you go if I have to do that,” I said. I was shivering with the thought of how cold it feels when you are drenched and standing under a full-speed fan.

“I cannot go out and stand in the rain, na,” he laughed.

“What are you even saying? Have you lost your mind?” I shot back.

“Look, madam, you are a girl, I know that. I respect that. But I also know what health issues one can have in such rains, especially when clothes are wet. Please, I request you not to be shy. You are only a woman. You have everything that the other women have. Ya aapke paas kuch naya hai jo kisi ke paas nahi?”

His answer hit me hard. I was a progressive young woman, but a guy from a section we all treat so badly and think is uneducated was educating me.

“Can you at least turn off the light?” I asked.

“Arey madam, why are you so shy? Have you not been naked in front of anyone else? Have you not had sex? Then? I suggest you put out your clothes for drying and save yourself from the cold,” he took off his pants while he said this and hung them on the rope.

I saw, yes, he had a semi-erect penis by then, but what caught my eye was that his undies were dry. Mine was not.

“Bhaiya, I understand your point. But my problem is that both my undergarments are also wet. What do I do with that?” I had begun giving up.

“Arey have I not said this to you? What are you hiding? I have seen so many girls naked in porn videos. You must have seen many naked guys too. Anyway, it is your choice. Remain wet and have the risk of falling ill because this rain has increased. I do not see any way out as of now,” he replied.

Enough was enough. He had increased the fan speed, and I began feeling the chill. I started opening the buttons of my shirt. Soon my black bra with heavy breasts came out. The shirt was soon hanging on the rope, and I took out the pants too. He smiled.

“Madam, can I ask one question if you do not mind? I have been straight and direct so far, only knowing that we may not meet again in our lives after today. So many people in this city, right? Are your areola and nipples big or small?” he asked.

I was taken aback by his question. But standing half-naked and having seen his boldness so far, I was expecting his next move. “Why?” I asked.

“I thought if you have small ones, it will make some sight with your arms up in the air,” he said.

“I will not tell you this. If you are so experienced watching girls, why do you not guess?” I replied.

I knew this was it. It was happening. I needed meat inside me. I had not thought in my wildest of dreams that it would be an autowalla’s.

“If I guess it right, will I get to see it?” he asked.

“Depends on your answer,” I had joined the game long back.

“Mmmm, they have to be small. They have to be small,” he was spot-on in his reply.

My panty was drenched, and it was getting wetter now. I took a few steps towards him, and just the way he wanted to see, I stood and lifted my arms again. A fresh aroma of my perfume and sweat hit my nose. I thought he would pull down the upper cup of my bra and peek into it, seeing what was inside it.

I knew I had lost the game. My nipples were darkish pink and small. But then, he was full of surprises!  The smell from my armpits that were washed an hour or so back, reeking of sweat and deodorant, hit harder on him. He moved close.

He grabbed my arm and rolled his palms up till the elbow of my left hand. I suddenly remembered my left nipple was my weakest point. What if he…? He brought his nose closer, took a few deep breaths. He soon began kissing and licking my left armpit.

He was enjoying the act. I was standing shivering by it. Soon he brought his other palm on my right boob. After a few gentle presses going harder, he plucked out the hooks and opened up my bra. He took it off my body and seeing my short areola and nipples, all he said was, “I knew it.”

He buried his face between my breasts. I have experienced how a tongue feels on the breasts, like a soft, warm, wet, like a soft, furry wet animal moving sexually around your assets. But this man was a different beast.

After a few wet kisses around my soft boobs, he went to flick my nipples one after the other with his tongue. No lip game yet. It was directly his tongue running riot on my nipples. They were at their hardest. Soon he began sucking on and trying to take as much of boob as possible within his mouth.

He pushed me against a wall. I was glad I had support while he devoured me.  He took his hands to my pussy, and his eyes bulged out. “Why are you still wearing wet clothes?” he shouted and took it off in one go. I was naked, and this was when I started feeling the bulge of his mushroom on my tummy.

He took some time playing around with my boobs. My hands were now aching after being up for all this while. He understood. He guided me to the only bed in the room. The sheet was a bit dirty and stinky, but all I was thinking was of the piece of meat inside me.

But he made me wait. Instead, he made me lie down with my feet dangling and touching the ground. He spread my legs wide, and all I felt was a warm tongue hitting my pussy. I shrieked. He said I could shout for all I wanted. No one would hear.

I was happy. Finally, I had got a place to make all noise while having sex. I felt his slight beard rubbing hard against my soft skin down there.  He did not take long, much to my surprise, and pulled me up from the bed but kept me seated. He asked me to take off his underwear.

I looked into his eyes while I rolled down the last piece of cloth on his body. His member was approximately seven inches long and thick enough for me to make as much noise I would like. But instead of entering me, he made me sit. He wanted a blowjob.

I think it was Lifeboy; only that soap has that smell. I thought it would hardly have been two hours since he had bathed. He smelt fresh. I do not mind pre-cums. For some girls, they can be a big deterrent for taking a man in their mouth. I brought out my tongue, licked him clean in a few strokes.

When I was opening my mouth to take him in, he showed urgency. He grabbed me by my ponytail and pushed my mouth over his penis. I loved the action. I took away my hands and let his penis grow inside more and more in my mouth.

It began hitting the back of my throat. But I wrapped my lips around it and began moving to and fro.  He did like it, but he could not resist it. Hardly five minutes on, he took it out of my mouth, lifted me by pulling me up with his hands under both my arms. He felt my underarms’ sweat on his hands.

He pushed me on the bed, licked the sweat off his hands. He then spread my legs apart again. A few strokes and he was entering. A few more strokes and he was inside me completely. The fan was running at full speed, but I was sweating.

Seeing a few drops on my forehead, he came close and licked them off too. He lifted my arms again. The smell of my perfume was long gone. He was glad to meet pure salty sweat as he brought his nose and tongue closer again. But down there, he was not giving up on the speed.

For the next few minutes, he was fucking me and licking my armpits while pinching my nipples one after the other.  He slowed down, his motion relented. But shortly after gathering his breath, he began pulling my nipples up. I was surprised.

I was being sucked on boobs and fucked at the same time for the first time. He had pulled my left breast up entirely and was sucking while going harder down there now.  A few more minutes, and I felt I would throw out a river now. I was not just leaking.

My pussy was overflowing, and somehow he sensed it. He let me drain myself out as I screamed in ecstasy.  It did not take him long to realize he was going to release too. He took out his penis and pulled me up again. “Suck it out like the pornstars,” came the demand.

I was shivering in pain and after a recent orgasm. He soon began releasing me around my mouth, lips. His cum was falling over on my boobs, tummy, and thighs.

We were spent. I laid down beside him. He pulled my hand up again and buried his nose as he took long breaths near my armpits. I realized, coming to the senses, that it had stopped raining.

“Let’s get up?” I asked.

He got up, put on his clothes, and made a phone call. His friend was on the way to help us. I dressed up again.

“It was the best experience I have ever had,” I blurted out as we walked down the deserted old factory.

“I know, madam, I have heard this before,” he said.

“I do not know when and if at all I will experience such again,” I said.

“Note down my number. Give me a missed call when you want it next,” he said.

His friend came soon, and I left for home in his auto. I was too tired, satisfied to the core. I went home. I told my mom that the tasks could not be finished due to the weather and a pothole which changed my memories forever.

Having sex with a stranger was always on the wishlist. But with an autowalla that too it being the best of my life so far, I had hit the jackpot.

Guys, I know you will reply with your best comments and suggestions after reading this. You can read my other story here as well. I sincerely look forward to our conversations at [email protected]. Until then, ciao.