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I was at an official dinner in a posh restaurant in Delhi. Some international clients have come to meet the team. We sat at a big table in the center of the restaurant. Suddenly, I saw Veer at another table.

Veer was my ex-boyfriend Raunak’s elder brother; I knew him when I was with my ex. He was an established lawyer by profession. After our break up, I never met him.

Veer was talking to another woman, looked like they were on a date. I had heard from common friends that Veer got divorced last year as his wife moved to Germany with a new lover.

I always found him good-looking, but now he has groomed himself a little bit. He was looking very fit in his suit, had grown a well-maintained beard, and was wearing black framed glasses.

I had always dreamt of having a threesome with my ex-bf and his brother Veer after we had a little incident.

One day I was making out with Raunak at his empty house. I was just wearing my bra and panty and Raunak was kissing me on the sofa in their living room. Veer suddenly came back from some work; we were so busy making out we didn’t hear anything.

Suddenly, we looked at him as he coughed to let us know his presence. We covered ourselves with cloth and quickly went to Raunak’s room. I was so embarrassed; that I could not talk to him after that incident. But in my wildest dreams, I have imagined fucking my ex-boyfriend’s brother.

We both follow each other on Instagram. Even today, sometimes I masturbate seeing his photos!

Remembering the incident, I suddenly felt very horny. Our dinner was almost over, I decided not to disturb him during his date.

I went to the washroom, and could not help myself to rub my pussy imagining Veer again. I was pleasuring myself inside the washroom when suddenly my phone buzzed with a text.

It was Veer, he messaged me on Instagram: Hey! saw you here at the restaurant. Did you leave yet?

I replied: No, I am just about to leave.

Veer: Can you do me a favor?

Isha: Sure, tell me.

Veer: My friends set me up for a date, I am bored. Want to get out? Can you please come to my table so that I can make an excuse to leave?

Isha: Hahaha! Sure.

Veer: Thanks!

I came out of the stall and opened an extra button on my shirt. I adjusted my bra and put some lipstick on. I sprayed a little bit of perfume and brushed my hair. Then I came to our table first and said goodbye to the office team. After that, I went straight to Veer’s table.

He was visibly bored with the women sitting opposite. She was good-looking, but her dressing sense seemed a bit off.

I pretended to be surprised, “Veer! How are you?”

Veer played along, he stood up and hugged me, “Isha! You look great. Where have you been?”

I laughed sexily, “Apparently in the same restaurant.. I hope I am not disturbing you?”

The woman looked at me insecurely, she measured my whole body, dress, heels, and appearance and looked jealous.

I was finding it funny, so I kept my hand on Veer’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. He said ‘Not at all, anyway we are done with dinner. We were just about to head home.’
He smiled at me meaningfully, I understood the sign and said ‘If you are not busy after, then we should catch up.’

Then smiled at his date, “Or should we make some plan for some other day?”

She was hesitating. Veer wrapped his arm around my waist, “No way! I should walk Komal to her ride. Then we can go somewhere. Is that okay, Komal?”

Disappointed Komal smiled weakly and said, “Okay.”

Veer did not remove his hand from my waist and asked, “Isha, where is your car?”

“I came here with the office group in an office car,” I replied.

Veer laughed, “No way! You are coming with me. We should go somewhere and chat for a bit. I can drop you home.”

I thought my ex-boyfriend’s brother was just pretending to go out with me to avoid this lady, Komal.

We came together at the gate and Komal booked a cab. I said, “Great to meet you, Komal.” She looked at me with so much hate that I felt like laughing.

After she left, Veer looked at me sheepishly, “Thanks, Isha! But please don’t tell Raunak about this. He does not know that I started dating again.”

I smiled at him, “Don’t worry. I don’t talk to your brother anymore.”

He looked away, “Sorry about your breakup, are you dating someone now?”

I smiled, “No, And I am sorry about your divorce too.”

Veer: No, it was for good. I have moved on.

Isha: It was great meeting you, but I should leave now. It is getting late and looks like It’s going to rain anytime now.

Veer: I was serious about catching up. Why don’t we go to some bar and then I can drop you home?

I was not sure if that would be appropriate. But before I could say anything, it started to rain. It was not easy to get a cab late, that too during the rain.

Veer looked at me and said: Let us go. I would love to catch up.

I agreed and we started to walk toward the parking. It was raining too heavily, I got completely soaked. By the time we reached his car, we both were completely drenched in rain.

Veer opened the door for me and I got into the front seat of his car. He removed his suit jacket and started the car. Then he looked at me, my light-colored shirt was sticking to my body in rain. And My cleavage was shining with raindrops.

The car AC was not helping, it felt cold and my nipples got hard. It was visible through my see-through shirt. I could see the hesitation in his eyes. To cut the tension, he played some music. It was a soft romantic song.

I closed my eyes and stretched a little. I could feel his eyes on my body, and I was enjoying his anxiety.

We got into traffic soon, He suggested, “My apartment is near, we could go there. Then we can clean up. Otherwise, we might fall sick.”

I was excited, this was my chance to fulfill my dirty dreams with him. I agreed.

My ex-lover’s brother changed the lane and soon we reached his apartment.

It was a very lavish and well-decorated apartment for a bachelor to stay in. I told him, “Wow! Your apartment is very nice.”

He laughed, “Thanks.”

Soon, he came with a towel and a t-shirt and asked me to change.

I asked him, “Do you mind if I take a shower?”

He suggested, “Then go to my master bedroom, it has all products.”

I came out 20 minutes later wearing nothing but his big t-shirt. All my clothes were wet. As soon I came out, he asked me, “Give me your clothes, and I will put them in the dryer.”

I hesitated but did not miss the opportunity to show my lace bra and panty to tease him. As soon as he looked at the bra, he directly looked at my boobs.

My perky boobs were looking bigger without a bra under his big loose t-shirt and he looked at my nipples for a moment then went to the dryer.

We sat on a couch in his living room. He came with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. I looked at the glass outside, it was raining heavily. He adjusted the light and played some music.

It was such a romantic setup; I could understand that he was attracted to me but he was hesitating because I was his brother’s ex.

We were sitting opposite each other and chatting. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and white pajama pants. His wet hair was messy and looked very hot.

I asked him, “Why did you want to get away from your date tonight?”

Veer: I didn’t like the way she talked; she was rude to the waiter.

Isha: So, are you looking for something serious?

Veer: No, I got married early and skipped all the fun. I just want to have some fun for now.

I teased him: But then why are you sitting here with me?

Veer looked at me: YOU are fun.

After finishing the bottle, he went to get another bottle, I crossed my legs so that he can look at my inner thigh. The idea of him looking at my thigh, and giving him a glimpse of my shiny clean pussy, made me wet.

He came back and we started talking casually. He didn’t notice my half-visible pussy in the dim light first. He asked, “Why aren’t you dating someone?”

I said: I am so busy with work that I don’t get time to date. Also, I am just looking for casual sex right now. Nothing serious.

Now he sat straight and looked at me. I could see that he was looking shyly at my pussy. I sat changing my legs so that he can get a clear view. Also, while picking up the glass, I bounced my boobs a little. He was getting tense with all this.

He asked slowly, “So, whom do you hook up with?”

I looked him right in the eyes, took a slow sip from the wine glass, and said, “I like mature men. Who knows how to make me cry their name.”

He understood the sign and asked, “Do you like it rough?”

I spread my legs wide and touched my boob over his t-shirt and said, “Yeah, I like it rough.”

My ex-boyfriend’s brother looked at my pussy and touched his dick over his pant, “God! You look so hot!”

I put my hand inside my pussy and seductively said, “You have seen me almost naked before.”

He walked over next to me and put his hand on my breast, “Yeah, I wanted to touch you since that day.”

I sat very close to him and whispered, “Did you think of me when you touched yourself?”

He started massaging my boobs, “Even when I fucked my wife.”

I liked his touch and the idea of him fucking his wife imagining me made me horny. I bit his earlobe and said, “Even I wanted you to fuck me since that day.”

He could not control it anymore; he started kissing my lips. I kissed him back with so much passion that I could feel his dick getting hard near my abdomen. My ex-bf’s brother grabbed my boobs and pushed me onto the couch and his tongue was inside my mouth.

After some time, we broke the kiss. We both were huffing. He slowly started to squeeze my boobs and I put my hand inside his pant. He was not wearing a boxer under his trouser.
His dick was getting rock hard with my touch. Then he removed my t-shirt and looked at my naked body with thirsty eyes.

I laughed like a slut and bounced my boobs in front of him. Then I touched him under his t-shirt and moved my hands toward his nipples with a seductive smile. He removed his t-shirt and asked, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I told him to take me to the balcony. The idea of fucking me in the open balcony excited him so much that he picked me up and took me to the balcony. I was continuously smooching him and my boobs were pressed against his chest.

I stood on the balcony; my bare ass pressed to the cold glass behind me. My ex-boyfriend’s brother started rubbing my pussy, I was already wet. I asked him to remove his pants and he obliged.

We both were naked on an open balcony, touching each other. It felt heavenly in the dim light. I guided his fingers inside my vagina and moved to adjust his movement. He grabbed my ass, put 3 fingers inside me, and started pumping me.

I was massaging one boob and touching his long penis with the other. He whispered in my ear, “I wanted to fuck you for so long.”

His words made me feel so good, those fingers were fucking my pussy in such a rhythm that I started moaning his name loudly.

He kissed my lips to shut me up and pinched my butt cheek hard. I liked him touching my ass.

Soon, I could not control it anymore, my long nails scratched the skin of his back. I came while his fingers were still inside my pussy.

He started sucking my nipples and slapped my ass hard. I took his 7-inch-long dick in both my hand. He had a thick dick, just the way I liked it. He had a little bit of pubic hair but it was groomed well.

I sat between his thighs and licked his round tip. He liked it so much that he moaned my name. For about 10-15 minutes, I was licking, and sucking my ex-boyfriend’s brother’s dick. spitting on it and kissing his balls. I knew that I was very good at giving a blowjob. Practice made me a pro dick sucker!

I started to move my mouth in a rhythm to swallow his dick inside my throat. After some time, he moaned, “Isha, I am going to cum.”

I decided to swallow his cum, soon he came inside my mouth. I licked it clean and drank every little drop of his cum like it was the best damn thing I ever tasted.

Generally, I do not like to swallow, but I imagined drinking his cum in so many wet dreams.

Seeing me drink his cum like a porn slut, he got horny again. He picked me up from the balcony floor and kissed my lips, “Let me get a condom from my drawer.”

“Or you could fuck me without any, I am on pills.”

Hearing this, he turned me around and slapped my ass hard, “You slutty little bitch!”

He spat on my ass and rubbed it to the opening of my pussy. I bent over the balcony on my knees; my boobs were pressed on the cold railings. It was raining heavily, and he was slapping my pussy entrance with his long thick penis.

Without wasting time, he guided his dick inside me and started fucking me doggy style. I was moaning his name loudly, but as it was raining heavily; my noises got covered.

My ex-boyfriend’s brother started to fuck me slowly, and about 10 minutes later, he increased his speed. His heavenly dick was making me moan in pleasure. I started playing with my nipples. With each push, my boobs were jumping over the wet railings. The sensation of cold raindrops on my boobs and his continuous thrust in my fuck-hole made me crazy.

I came soon and cried his name. But he was not done yet, he made me stand up and pressed me against the opposite wall. Then suddenly, he grabbed my ass and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He positioned his dick again and started fucking me.

I wrapped my legs wide around his waist, He was holding me with his strong hands and fucking me hard.

With his every move, my boobs were slapping against his chest. He was enjoying the view too much. I started to lick his ears and his neck. My nails were pressed inside his skin. His force increased, and so did my pleasure. After 20 minutes of fucking me like this, he finally came.

He took his dick out, made me stand facing him away, and splashed his hot cum all over my ass.

We came inside and cleaned each other in the bathroom. Both were exhausted and hungry after fucking so long.

We went to the kitchen, made a grilled cheese sandwich, and ate. We were both naked and laughed together about it.

I checked the time, and it was already 3.30 at the night. He asked me to stay the night.

We went to his bedroom together and he played music. Then he grabbed my waist and started to dance slowly. It felt so nice that I started moving with him. It felt very romantic. His feather-light touch and gentle kisses made me feel good.

After the song stopped, he just held me in his chest and hugged me for a long time. We cuddled together in bed and kissed each other lightly on the lips. Soon, we fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was around 9.30 in the morning. It was a Saturday and I didn’t have to go to the office. He was sleeping peacefully next to me; his messy bed hair was looking adorable. I freshened up and came back to the room, he has just woken up.

Seeing me, he pulled me onto the bed on top of his chest. He started kissing my neck and my boobs, and I became horny again.

Soon, his dick started to harden, I massaged it well and kissed it… He turned me around and went between my legs and started licking my pussy.

His hands were squeezing my boobs and his tongue was licking my shaved pussy. Then he put his tongue over my clit making some patterns. I grabbed his hair and guided him to the Spot. He put his tongue inside my pussy and I felt electricity running inside me.

I arched back and squirted my juice all over his face and fancy bedsheet.

He planted a sloppy wet kiss on my lips and I tasted my juice on his lips.

I tilted my head forward and asked him to put his dick in my mouth, within a few moments he got hard and inserted it into my pussy. I laid back on the bed with my legs resting on each of his shoulders. Veer started rocking me in an up-and-down position.

After 10 minutes of drilling me like this, my ex-boyfriend’s brother took his dick out. I immediately pushed him against the bed and kneel on top of him, pushing his chest and sliding up and down the thighs. I rode him like a cowgirl and he enjoyed the intensified movement. After a long and hard fuck, we both climaxed together. He could not control it and finished inside my vagina.

My juices and his sticky cum were dripping together and we kissed each other looking at the dirty mess. We laughed that we should put the bedsheet in the machine before his old maid sees the mess and faints.

After catching our breath, we went to the shower together and cleaned each other.

After I started to rub some body wash over his dick and clean it, he got horny again. Soon he started fucking me in the shower. But as I already drained all his energy and cum multiple times, it did not last for more than 15 minutes.

We came out of the washroom. I picked up my dry clothes and got ready to leave. He was also leaving for his firm. We grabbed a coffee from a coffee shop outside his building and he dropped me home.

Before leaving he grabbed my face and kissed me slowly, sensually for a long time. After breaking the kiss, he asked, “So, are we doing this again or what?”

I smiled at him and whispered in his ear, “Call me when you get horny.”

He said he will be out of the city for 3 days, and when he comes back, he will pick me up from my office for the next whole weekend.

After that, whenever we both were free and horny, we got together to fuck like rabbits. In fact, I liked fucking him more than I liked fucking his brother.

I will tell more hot stories about my sex life in upcoming stories.

I hope you enjoyed this story.

Savita bhabhi is bored at home as there’s nothing interesting on TV. Just then Shobha comes home with an idea of playing tennis. Both the friends go to the tennis class dressed in sexy tennis outfits. The coach was very happy to see them and was already paying them a lot of attention.

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Hi, I would like to share this story to tell the incidents with a pinch of erotism in some, and sometimes more of it confined. This story will take some time to unfold, unlike other fiction stories where people get into action in the next minute.

I have planned many parts of this series. Please don’t mind if the contents are less or sometimes more.

The story

It was 5:30 PM when I woke up in the dingy, dark room in my apartment in Bangalore. Lying on my bed naked, I browsed my phone for some time. With nothing else to do, I opened my laptop. I played my favorite porn video and masturbated for the 3rd time today. How else to spend a boring Saturday?

Exhausted and thirsty, I sat up and saw just a bit of light from the window. It was about to get dark sometime. I realized I badly needed some water. I got up from my bed to get cold water from the fridge. Porn was still running on my laptop with full sound.

I didn’t care to mute it or put on some clothes, for nobody was in my apartment today. Two of my roommates have gone out as this is a weekend and have not returned yet. I opened the door.

And I was surprised to see a girl bending towards the fridge. She was dressed up like hell. Her dress was dark blue, and she had a mini skirt. She had fair skin and a fine curved ass. I could see that even though the skirt had a fluffy texture. Her legs were waxed, clean, and shining.

“Ha…Haa…HAA….” Yes, yes, yes. The sound from my room startled her. Shocked, she turned around to see me naked. Her face was red to see me like that by the time her eyes moved down. She was staring at my dick now, not knowing what to do.

It was in a semi-erect stage after the masturbation session. I don’t know what her reaction would be if it were in a fully erect state. Ahh, a scream from the porn session brought me back to my senses, and I closed my door on her shocked face.

I closed the shouting laptop, put on some clothes the next minute, and sat staring at the door. I was expecting someone to knock any minute. I’m cursing myself at the same time.

Who might have brought her? Can’t they even inform me at least they have returned or before bringing anyone? The knock finally happened after a long time.

Amit! A loud voice came. I was mentally prepared to accuse the one who had brought her in the first place. Slowly I opened the door. It was Prajwal.

Prajwal: Hey, finally, you got up!

Amit: Yes.

I said distantly. Looking at the two girls behind Prajwal. Where the other girl came from, I was thinking blankly in my mind.

Prajwal: Amit, this is Priya and this is Dhanya. They’re my school friends. This is Amit. He was my teammate. We joined our first company together as freshers. We have been sharing the same apartment since then.

I gave a slow nod. Not knowing what was happening, I slowly eyed Priya bending my head. She was the girl who saw me naked. The two girls murmured something and started laughing at each other.

Prajwal: Are you free? Do you have any plans?

Amit: No, why?

Prajwal: We are going to a party. One of our school friends is getting married. So he is throwing a party.

Amit: (Relieved the nude show topic didn’t come up) Sorry, Prajwal. Please carry on.

Prajwal: Why are you hesitating, man? The girls have no issues. In fact, Priya was the one who suggested this.

Priya didn’t see me when Prajwal was dragging her name. She was trying to make a fake laugh murmuring something to Dhanya. Now I understand the laughing strategy. Dhanya, too insisted in between.

Amit: Ok, Prajwal. If you guys have no issues.

She still did not make any eye contact.

Prajwal: Ok, get ready and come down. We will be waiting for you in the parking lot.

I got to the parking lot hesitantly. I asked Prajwal, dragging him separately so that I would drive the car and make him sit in the front with me. The girls sat at the back.

Priya sat on the left side of the car. Don’t know if that was purposeful. I can see her face from the rearview mirror, eyeing me from time to time, talking with Dhanya.

Dhanya: Amit, why do you look so dull? Are you well? You dressed up so well, but your face looks dull.

There was silence with no answer from me. Dhanya got cold vibes and became silent. Prajwal, feeling awkward, stepped in.

Prajwal: He mostly looks like this nowadays. He doesn’t sleep properly and drinks too much. He doesn’t even go out of the apartment, even on weekends. It’s a surprise he came out today.

I eyed him to keep quiet.

Dhanya: Why so?

Amit: Break up, Depression. In one word.

Priya: Oh, what happened?

Amit: We fought, and she got married. Simple. It’s been almost a year now. I’m trying to forget things.

Priya: Oh, I think you forget a lot of things then.

She said, dragging and starting to laugh to herself. No one of them understood except me what she was implying. I restrained myself from talking or looking at her and concentrated on driving.

Finally, we reached our destination. They got down at the entrance. It took some time for me to park the car. I walked into the heavily crowded pub. Prajwal signaled me to come near. He was sitting with a bunch of new faces laughing.

I couldn’t find Priya or Dhanya. I took an empty seat around the table, and a few more empty seats were there. Prajwal handed me a beer, winking. ‘Cheers.’ I looked around.

No one cared to see me, and the drinks were flowing already. Free drinks, for fucks sake. I bottomed up it slowly and kept the bottle down to see a girl sitting opposite o me.

I was shocked to see her face like, ‘What the hell!’ I’m somewhat high or something. The girl, too, recognized me in no time with the same expression. Priya came and sat next to her, recognizing our reaction. Do you guys know each other? “Yes, my ex,” We replied together.

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Continuing the story in this last part. After piercing her rough over the chair, we lay sweating nude over the bed. She relaxed her head over my chest and played with my chest hair. She told some stories of her childhood and how she missed those days.

She told me that she wanted to have a drink with me. I liked the idea, looked into the bar menu, and ordered 4 shots of Glenfiddich. I made the drinks on the rocks. We cheered with the clash of the whiskey glasses.

She emptied the first round quicker and started the second with lamb meat. She asked me to narrate my unforgettable sexual encounter. I explained to her about my losing virginity to a tall, dark Malayali lady back home in Mysore.

We drank three shots of Glenfiddich discussing our sexual encounters. After drinks, we ordered a meal and ate. While having dinner, Samyuktha received a call from her husband. I muted the TV, and she lied to him that she was home watching a series on Netflix.

I intensionally chewed food from her hand, sucking her fingers. She signaled by bulging her eyeballs, smiled slutty, and continued conversing with her husband. I noticed she was not wearing Mangalsutra. After ending the call, I asked her about the Mangalsutra.

She told me, “I have removed my thaali (Mangalsutra) wedding ring and hid it in my handbag.” She said, “Nange kattalli thaali shake aagta sex maza tagolokke agalla.” (I cannot enjoy sex with Mangalsutra dangling in my neck)

Shower sex:

After lunch, I went to the washroom to wash my hands. After seeing a magnanimous and tidy bathroom, a playful idea crossed my head. I returned to the room and watched tasty darling, Samyuktha. She caught me staring at her.

Samyuktha: “Yen nodtha iddiya?” (what are you looking at?)
Me: “Ninna beauty” (Your beauty)

Samyuktha: “Ohhh.” (hitting me with her hand and blushing cutely)
Me: “Sakkath aagiddiya college inda yest jana nidde haal maadiddiyo.” (Look pretty gorgeous, hijacking the sleep of many guys from your college days)

Samyuktha: “Hudguru guroisodhu nange normal aagbidthu after some stage.” (After some time, men staring at me became normal)

Samyuktha: “Yaradru nanna avoid made nange disturb aagtittu.” (I used to get disturbed if some men ignored me.) Nange sukkah thrill sikthittu hudguru nanna follow maadthirodrinda.” (I was thrilled by stalking men)

Me: “Ninna virginity yaar hatra kalkonde’” (With whom you lost your virginity?)

Samyuktha: “Navibru so close aagbitto, ee secret nanna and avra bitre yaargu gothilla. Neen nanna namballa naanu helidre” (Nobody knows this secret except him and me, you won’t believe it.)

Me: “Helu, Nambthini” (Tell. I will believe)

Samyuktha: “I will just come.” She left to wash her hands. I took all the plates and placed them outside our room in the corridor. She returned, pushed me onto the bed, and sat in front, placing herself between my legs. I started playing with her hair while talking about her first sex.

Samyuktha turned and asked, “Ninna nambodalla.” (I can believe you, right?). I got angry, “Ninnista” (Your wish). Samyuktha grabbed my hand, saying, “Madhan, kopa maadko beda” (Madhan, don’t get angry)

She tilted her back, resting them over my shoulder. She started slowly, “Nanna virginity” (My virginity). I stopped her, “Wait Maadu, I have some plan” (Wait, I have a plan).

I pushed her away and walked to the washroom. I closed the lid of the bathtub and filled the tub with searing hot water. I removed my clothes and walked back nude into the room.

Samyuktha: “Yenu mathe na?” (What again?)

I winked at her and said, “Come.” I made her remove her clothes slowly. We walked into the washroom nude. I entered the tub and asked for her hand. She stepped inside and slept over me with her shoulder resting on my back. Our nude bodies were sticking to each other.

I asked her, “Eega helu” (Now you tell)

I kept a hand over her shoulder, and my fingers started playing with her ears, neck, and lips.

Her story:
I lost my virginity to a lecturer. He was a very smart-looking man. He guided me all through my decision. After some time, I became too dependent on him. He knew everything about me. He controlled all my decisions.

One day with his wife away, he played on me, and I gave myself to him. After sex, I was scared to see blood. He calmed me down. Afterward, I did whatever he asked me to do.

I moved my hand over her pussy and started playing with the pussy lips and clitoral hood. She told me that She enjoyed the sex very much and was very scared of the deed committed. Her lecturer used her as his sex toy, and she also enjoyed it.

Samyuktha said that she went into depression when a problem made her lecturer end the fling. I held her face sideways and took her lips into mine. We started exchanging saliva with a juicy kiss.

After almost half an hour of touch games and playing with each other’s bodies, we came out of the bathtub. She opened the cold shower and pushed me to the wall. She started to suck me from the neck to all over my chest and navel. Her lips traveled down to my rock-solid cock. She grabbed the cock and looked into my eyes.

I pushed her to the wall. I started sucking her white soft milky shaky boobs. I sucked every bit of her boobs. I moved my sucking to her belly button. I noticed a small star tattoo close to the belly button. I locked my tongue into her belly button and sucked them.

Samyuktha started to moan again, and her sounds made me wilder.

Samyuktha: “Madhan, neenu super kano. (Madhan, you are super) Naanu ninna yavathu marayalla kano. (I won’t forget you).”

I locked my lips over her erect sharp dark nipples. I loved sucking her nipples. She continued talking and moaning. I moved hungrily, sucking one nipple to the other. I moved to kiss her damp face and suck her lips again. I rubbed her pussy with my fingers.

I pushed my middle finger into her pussy which was wet again. I adjusted my hard cock and bent to push into her pussy. I pushed her under the shower and started stroking my cock in and out of her pussy in a slow rhythmic way.

She started breathing heavily with water flowing down her face. I drilled her pussy. After some strokes. I dragged her back into the room with a drenched body.

Samyuktha: “Hey Madhan neenu tumba romantic kano” (Hey Madhan, you are very romantic.)

I bent her into a doggy, making her hold the table. Oh heavens, what an ass (round, creamy, and shaky). She was tall, and I couldn’t position my cock properly. I made her kneel into a doggy on the mat. I rubbed her asshole.

Samyuktha: “Hey nan thikakke haakthiya, beda kano yaaru try maadilla.” (Hey don’t insert in my ass hole. I never tried).

I applied saliva and rubbed her tiny ass hole. I pushed a finger inside her tight ass hole.

Samyuktha: “Hey Madhan, tumba novu aguthe beda kano” (Not my ass Madhan, it will be painful.)

I pinned her low and tried to push my cock head into her ass. Her asshole did not give way. I spit on her ass hole. She was uncomfortable on the floor. I moved her over the bed and pinned her head down to doggy. She moved one of her hands back, massaging her pussy.

I tried to push a well-lubricated dick into her tight ass hole again. She gave a painful shout. The hole did not budge. I inserted two fingers into her ass hole and fingered. I massaged her ass cheek. I pushed my dick head into her tight asshole. She shouted with pain. I pulled out the dick.

Samyuktha: “Hey beda kano noo some other time” (No, Madhan, let’s try some other time)

I pinned her low and pulled her hair from behind. A sexy view with a pair of hot ass cheeks. I pushed my cock deep into her pussy in a top-down approach. She gave a loud breath out.

Samyuktha: “That’s nice, kano. It was deep.”

I pulled out my cock. I massaged her ass crack. I pressed her ass cheeks. I applied spit on her pussy hole and asked her, “You want me to continue?”

Samyuktha: “Yes, I want you to continue.”

Me: “Call your husband and put it on speaker. Talk to him while I drill your pussy deep and hard.”

She immediately called her husband and spoke to him on speaker. Hearing “Hi honey” from her husband, I pushed my cock inside her. She gave a controlled moan. He asked her, “Yenaithu” (what happened)

I was so horny I continued to bang her harder and harder, deeper into her pussy with spanks on her ass. She disconnected the call and shouted loud moans.

After doggy style, we showered together. We ordered some juice and rested.

Samyuktha, you are my unforgettable and unimaginable fuck. I love you very much. Hope you are doing well. I know you would have fingered reading this story. As promised, we will not chat or see each other for a minimum of a year.

Thank you, all ISS readers.

Pichle parts mein aapne padha, ki Daya ko bukhaar ho gaya. Aur hospital mein usko doctor Karan ne choda. Udhar Daya ka pati Jethalal nurse Shweta ke sath rangraliya mana raha tha. Ab wapas chalte hai Daya ki taraf.

Karan se chudne ke baad Daya ki chut shaant ho gayi thi, aur woh aaram se so gayi thi. 12 baj chuke the, aur Daya so rahi thi. Woh ek taraf karwat leke soyi hui thi. Tabhi ek hath Daya ke boobs par aaya, aur uske boobs dabane laga.

Fir woh hath uski shirt ke andar gaya, aur uske nipples masalne laga. Daya ki neend khul gayi, aur usko garmi chadhne lag gayi. Usko laga ki Karan usko dobara chodne wala tha.

Fir Daya ne woh hath pakda, aur usko apne pajama mein daal diya. Woh hath uski chut masalne laga, aur peeche se aadmi usko kiss karne lag gaya.

Daya us aadmi ka khada hua lund apni gaand par feel kar paa rahi thi. Uski chut geeli ho chuki thi, aur woh chudne ke liye firse taiyaar ho chuki thi. Fir us aadmi ne Daya ka pajama utaar diya, aur uski panty par kapdo ke andar se apna lund ragadne lag gaya.

Usne apne bhi saare kapde utaar diye, aur Daya apne jism par uska garam jism mehsoos kar paa rahi thi. Ab Daya se raha nahi jaa raha tha, aur woh ghoom gayi.  Lekin jaisi hi woh ghoomi, uski aankhen khuli ki khuli reh gayi.

Woh aadmi Karan nahi tha, woh compounder tha. Usko dekhte hi Daya ghabra gayi, aur peeche jaane lagi. Usne Daya ko jakad liya, aur uske hontho se apne honth chipka diye. Woh Daya ko kiss karne laga, aur peeche se uski gaand sehlaane lag gaya. Fir 2-minute honth choosne ke baad usne Daya ko bola-

Compounder: Doctor ko de sakti hai, to mujhe bhi dede. Tera kya jana hai? Main tujhe usse zyada maza doonga. Mera lund bhi usse zyada bada hai. Agar nahi degi, to tere pati ko bata doonga. Mere paas recording hai.

Daya uski baat sun kar sochne lag padi. Usne socha, ki agar woh compounder se chud bhi jayegi to kya farak padega. Aur jo maza milega woh to plus point tha. Ye soch kar woh boli-

Daya: Chal fir dikha apne lund ka kamaal.

Ye sunte hi woh Daya ko kiss karne lag gaya. Daya bhi uska poora sath dene lagi. Woh sath-sath Daya ki moti gaand daba raha tha. Fir Daya apna hath uske lund par le gayi. Usne mehsoos kiya, ki uska lund sach mein doctor ke lund se bada tha.

Fir compounder ne Daya ki panty nikaal di, aur apna lund uski chut par set kiya. Woh apne lund ko uski chut mein push karne laga. Daya siskiya lene lagi, aur usne lund ke andar jaane ke liye taange khol kar raasta diya.

Ab compounder ka lund Daya ki chut mein ghus chuka tha. Woh aage-peeche ho kar lund andar baahar karne lag gaya. Daya ko maza aane lag gaya. Compounder ne uski gaand ko apne hath se daboch liya, aur apne dhakko ki speed badha di.

Daya aahen bharne lagi, aur compounder ke honth choosne lag gayi. Usne apne dhakko ki speed aur badhayi, aur uska lund ab Daya ki bachhe-dani se takra raha tha.

Fir usne Daya ko seedha kiya, aur uski taange khol kar apna muh uski chut ke paas le gaya. Woh uski chut par apni jeebh firaane laga, aur chut ki faanko ko daanto se kheenchne laga.

Daya ko bahut maza aa raha tha, aur uske jism mein current sa uthne laga tha. Compounder uski chut mein jeebh daal-daal kar uski chut ka rass peene laga. Daya maze se pagal ho rahi thi, aur chudne ke liye tadap rahi thi. Fir woh boli-

Daya: Ab aur mat tadpao, aur chod daalo meri chut ko.

Fir compounder uski taango ke beech aaya, aur apna lund Daya ki chut par patakne lag gaya. Usne lund chut ke muh par set kiya, aur ek hi dhakke mein poora lund uski chut mein ghusa diya.

Daya ki aankhen baahar aa gayi, aur woh cheekhne hi lagi thi, ki compounder ne uska muh apne hontho se band kar diya. Fir woh zor ke dhakke deke uski chudai karne laga.

Daya upar-neeche ho rahi thi, aur uske boobs uchalte hue kamaal ke lag rahe the. Compounder ne apne hath Daya ke boobs par rakh liye, aur unhe dabate hue usko zor se chodne lag gaya.

Daya aaahh aahh karte hue jhad rahi thi, aur dhakke lagne se chap-chap ki awaaze aa rahi thi. Uski chut paani chhodh chuki thi, aur ab usko dard ho raha tha, lekin compounder rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Fir Daya haar kar boli-

Daya: Bas karo ab, mujhe pain hone lagi hai.

Compounder: Aise kaise bas kar du. Mujhe bhi to nikaalna hai.

Daya: Mujhse ab saha nahi jaa raha, please nikaal do.

Ye bol kar Daya ne usko dhakka diya, aur uska lund Daya ki chut se baahar ho gaya. Compounder ka lund poora geela hua pada tha. Woh Daya ke sath let gaya, aur Daya karwat leke apni chut sehlaane lag gayi.

Compounder sex karne ke liye marra jaa raha tha. Tabhi uski nazar Daya ki gaand ki taraf gayi, jo uski taraf hi thi. Daya ki moti gaand dekh kar compounder pagal ho gaya. Usne jaldi se apne hath par thooka, aur Daya ki gaand par thook laga di.

Isse pehle ki Daya kuch samajh paati compounder ke apna lund uski gaand par set kiya, aur chootad khol kar zor ka dhakka lagaya. Jaise hi uske lund ka topa Daya ki gaand ke andar ghusa, Daya dard se tadapne lagi.

Compounder ne usko apni mazboot baahon mein jakad liya, aur Daya usse door nahi ho payi. Fir woh lund ko push karne laga, aur dheere uska poora lund Daya ki gaand mein ghus gaya.

Is dauraan usne Daya ke muh mein uski panty fassa di thi, taaki woh cheekh na paye. Daya ki gaand poori fatt gayi thi, aur uski aankhon se aansu nikal rahe the.

Compounder and dhakke dena shuru ho gaya tha. Usko Daya ki tight gaand maarne main bada maza aa raha tha. Dheere-dheere Daya ka dard bhi kam ho gaya, aur woh maze se aahen bharne lag gayi.

Ye dekh kar compounder ke uske muh se panty nikaal di. Ab Daya kaamuk aahen bhar rahi thi. Fir compounder ne apna lund uski gaand se baahar nikala, aur usko ghodi banne ko kaha.

Daya jaldi se ghodi ban gayi, aur compounder uske chootad khol kar dekhne laga. Uska ched kaafi bada ho chuka tha, aur uske ird-gird khoon ke nishaan the. Fir usne dobara Daya ki gaand ke ched par thooka, aur lund andar ghusa diya.

Ab woh zor-zor ke dhakke maar kar Daya ki gaand chod raha tha. Daya ke boobs zor-zor se uchal rahe the. Bada mazedaar scene chal raha tha. 15-minute aise hi compounder ne Daya ko choda, aur fir uski gaand ko apne garam laave se bhar diya.

Jaise hi usne Daya ko apni pakad s3 chhodha, Daya bistar par gir gayi. Fir compounder ne kapde pehne, aur Daya ke kapdo ko uske upar fenk kar chala gaya. Daya itni baar jhad chuki thi, ki woh kapde bhi nahi pehan payi.

Agle din subha Karan ne usko uthaya. Usko nangi dekh kar Karan ka mood ban gaya, aur usne firse usko chod diya. Fir usne Daya ko discharge de diya, aur Jethalal Daya ko wapas ghar le gaya.

To kahani yaha khatam hoti hai. Aasha karte hai, ki aapko kahani padh kar maza aaya hoga.

Hi everyone, I am Sonia from Gurgaon and here with my experience with you all. I would like to start by telling you all about me. I am 39 years old housewife staying in a good locality of Gurgaon. I have two kids with the eldest being 13 years old. My vital stats are 36-28-36.

My husband runs his business in Gurgaon. His name is Ashok and he is 46 years old. My In-laws are also staying with us for some time now. I had a happy married life but over a couple of years, my sex life had not been so good as my husband had lost interest in sex and he could not keep his erection for long.

Whenever I would demand sex from him, he would turn me away and often accuse me of being too horny but that was not my fault as any woman between 35-45 has most sexual urges. I had many men and boys around staring at me as I was busty and had attractive looks.

I was open to having affairs outside marriage now as I used to feel sexually deprived a lot. Our neighbors were a family of 4 and they had a son and a daughter. The daughter was 29 years old and her name was Nisha and her brother Raman was 25. They both used to go to the gym together and I decided to join the gym with them to pass my time and stay fit.

Soon I became close to Nisha and we started talking about the men around us. She used to tell me about her past relationships and I too told her about my sex life. She knew I was not sexually satisfied and used to have urges to have sex.

So, one day my in-laws were not at home and she came to meet me. She had bought a strap-on dildo with her and she showed it to me. I was excited seeing the dildo and we both went inside my room and started cuddling and kissing. I knew she was bisexual like me.

We both were kissing and slowly, we both got nude and started playing with each other’s boobs. She wore that strap-on dildo and she fucked me with it till I reached my orgasm. I loved it and was quite thankful to her.

It kept going on for a few weeks before one day, her Brother Raman found out about it and he had a big fight with her. I was upset too about it and decided to talk to Raman about it.

Me: Raman, I know you are angry with me and Nisha.

Raman: How can you both do this bhabhi?!

Me: Raman, Nisha was just helping me.

Raman: I can understand bhabhi, but it is not good.

Me: I miss a man’s touch Raman, that’s the only reason.

Raman: I can give you that but why Nisha?

Me: Raman, what are you saying?!

Raman: I have had a thing for you. I too get aroused watching your ass when you walk.

Me: You, mad boy! (slapping him angrily)

Raman: Ok, let me tell my parents.

Me: No, please don’t say to anyone.

Raman: Then, can I please you?

Me: Hmmm, ok.

Raman: When will you be alone?

Me: Tomorrow my husband will be at the shop and my in-laws are going out for a few hours.

Raman: Will see you tomorrow then.

I was scared as well as excited at the same time. But then I thought it was fine. My neighbour guy was young and what was wrong if we both can help each other?

The next morning after my husband and in-laws left, I made my kids study in their room so that no one disturbs me.

My neighbour came home around 10 am. He had bought flowers for me and he had a packet full of dotted condoms, a lubricant and a box of chocolates. I took him straight into my room. I was wearing a low-waist yellow color saree with a black blouse.

I locked the door and told him to be gentle as I didn’t want anyone to find out. Soon, we started kissing gently and nicely. He was good at kissing. He had made my panty wet just by his kissing and I could feel the wetness.

He first removed his clothes and was standing in his underwear only. He was a bit healthy. I removed my blouse and opened my petticoat too. I was wearing a blue color bra and white color panty.

My young neighbour grabbed my boobs over the bra cups and started caressing them. I too grabbed his cock by inserting my hands inside his underwear. I pulled his underwear down and started kissing his chest. Slowly and slowly, I bent down on my knees and started sucking his cock. He was groping me by the hair.

My next-door guy’s cock was 8 inches long and thick too. I was sucking a cock after a long time. I kept sucking it for a few minutes before he asked me to unhook my bra and pull my panty down.

I removed my undergarments and he was pleased to see my big boobs and brown hard nipples. He grabbed my boobs and started sucking my both nipples one by one.

While sucking my boobs, he was caressing my pussy lips which was making me moan in pleasure. I had not been pleasured this way for long.

After playing with my boobs for a few minutes, my neighbour started licking my navel and he then pushed me onto the bed.

Then he parted my legs and started licking my pussy. His tongue was going quite deep and my juices were flowing out of my pussy. He definitely had nice licking skills. I was enjoying it and we both were excited.

Then I asked him if he wants to insert his cock now. I spread my legs for him and put the condom on his cock. I also sucked it a bit. My young neighbour guided his cock inside my pussy. It pained me a bit as it was thick and there was lubricant missing.

So, after a few seconds, he took it out, poured some lubricant and entered again. This time, it went in smoothly. I was not feeling pain rather I was excited and feeling pleasure. He could feel the warmth of a married milf’s pussy.

We were kissing while he fucked my pussy in missionary. He kept fucking me for 3-4 minutes before he blasted his first load. I then bought water for us and we were cuddling in bed.

After some time, I asked him if he wanted one more round. He said yes.

So I sucked his cock to get him hard again and the same way, he got me wet again by licking my pussy in 69 position. This time, I wanted to get into doggy. He started fucking me from behind. He slapped my ass quite hard a few times which made me discharge my fluid in pleasure. He was making me moan in pleasure, “Aahhhh ohhhh ahhh make bhabhi cum..”

Raman knew I was done but he was still hard. He asked me to come on top. I got on top of him and started riding my neighbour guy’s cock hard in cowgirl position. He could not control more and reached his orgasm soon and blasted for the second time.

We both were cuddling and I told him that If he can keep it a secret, we can have sex regularly and he can also fuck my ass next time.

I gave my young neighbor a goodbye blowjob before he left. I wore my undergarments and clothes before anyone could come back. I now make out with this boy whenever my husband goes out.

Hey everyone, I am Raj. I am 26 years old and from Mumbai, working as an Engineer in a known MNC. I was a shy guy so had not been involved with any girl till now. Recently, I met a woman on Facebook whom I befriended and we started chatting.

Her name was Paulomi and she was a Bengali married milf around 44 years of age. She was a voluptuous, sweet and nice woman. She had a teenage daughter and a son. We became good and most importantly close to each other when she started sharing her personal life issues with me.

Her husband was arrogant and used to fight with her. She used to tell me how she had not gotten laid for almost a year now. Her kids did not listen to her and she found a good friend in me.

I confessed to the Bengali milf that I found her nice and how I had wrong intentions for her when I had befriended her. She understood it and acknowledged it by saying that she can understand young guys’ feelings for a married woman. Soon, we started doing sex chats on WhatsApp and she used to tell me what all she misses in bed.

I was dying to meet this Bengali lady but somehow, I could not meet her as she stayed in Bengaluru and I stayed in Mumbai. But just then my company sent me to Bengaluru for two days of work and that was when I told her that I wished to meet her.

At first, she refused to meet me because she was scared as her husband was an angry guy and would not approve of her meeting a stranger like me. I somehow managed to convince her. We decided to meet at a coffee shop.

The Bengali milf came in the evening to the coffee shop and was wearing a nice dress with a white color top and a black long skirt. Her complexion was fair and I could notice she had nice big melons and was quite mature as she was 44. She was a typical MILF indeed that I wanted to fuck.

Her butts were heavy and busty and I could feel it while she walked toward me. I gave her a bouquet and we started talking to each other. Soon, she was comfortable with me.

I told her that I have a couple of hours so if we could go to her home if possible. She thought for a while and then said, “Ok, Raj. But my kids are home, so I will have to sneak you in through the other door.”

I said ok and then we reached her home. She went inside first and then through the backdoor, she sneaked me into her bedroom. As I came inside, I saw she had locked her door and through her window, I could see her kids watching the movie in the hall.

Paulomi – Raj, don’t make noise. My kids will not like seeing a stranger at home.

Raj – Don’t worry, Paulomi.

Paulomi – My husband will be home in the evening. Else, I would have not sneaked you in.

Raj – I can understand. I don’t know how such an idiot can behave badly with you. How pretty you are.

Paulomi – Thanks Raj for understanding me.

I pulled her and hugged her tightly. She too kept her head on my shoulder. The Bengali milf’s boobs touching my chest and her butts had got me hard. I moved a bit back and kissed her on the shoulder first. She liked it. Then I took courage and kissed her on the lips. We started kissing on the lips romantically. she was emotional but I was horny.

I lifted her top and as I was lifting her top, she resisted saying, “Raj, there is kids in the house.”

I made a petty face and requested her, “Just one time, please Paulomi.”

Finally, she allowed me to remove it. She was wearing a blue color bra 36 DD. I grabbed her cups and she moaned a bit. I inserted my hand inside her skirt and then inside her wet panty. I started fingering the Bengali bhabhi’s panty. She started getting horny and was totally in pleasure.

I then opened my pant and took out my cock. I made her bend and asked her to suck my cock. She went down on me, grabbed my cock and started sucking it. She was massaging my balls and I was enjoying it a lot.

I could see her enjoying my balls. As she sucked me for a few minutes, I got up and we started kissing again. After cuddling a bit and kissing her neck, I lifted her skirt and was fingering her pussy when she whispered, “Raj, do it fast. Someone might come.”

She got in doggy style with the support of the window and said, “Raj, I keep an eye on the outside.”

I quickly lifted her skirt and pulled her panty down till her knees. I rubbed my cock on her pussy and started teasing her. She begged, “Raj, please do it fast.”

I pushed my cock with full thrust and started fucking her in standing doggy style. She was moaning in pleasure, “Ohhh Raj..Love you Raj… I am getting this pleasure after so many days.”

I fucked the horny Bengali married woman in this position for a few minutes before I leaked for the first time. She pulled her panty up and lowered her skirt. She whispered, “Raj, go and lie down on the bed. I am coming back in a minute.”

I was not sure where was she going but I lied down on the bed nude waiting for her. She came back in a minute and said she had gone to check on her kids.

She now locked the door again and quickly removed her top skirt and removed her panty. Now she came to bed. She smiled, “Raj, it will take one more hour for my husband to return.”

I understood she was not done yet. We got into 69 position. She started sucking my cock and I was licking her pussy. Soon she stopped sucking my cock and her pussy was on my face. She was pulling my face more and more into her pussy.

Suddenly, the Bengali milf splashed her love juices on my face. I was hard now. She gave me lubricant and applied it on my cock. I fingered her butthole and stretched her ass hard in missionary and entered her tight ass in anal sex. She wanted to scream in pleasure but could not.

My cock was hurting too as her butthole was tight. Soon we were both comfortable and I fucked her in missionary for a few minutes. She then came on top of me in the riding position and she started riding me while I kept playing with her big boobs. I sucked her boobs and nipples so much that I could feel all my saliva on them till the end. She reached her orgasm first.

I then lifted her in my arms in the standing cowgirl and entered her pussy again. This time, I fucked her more hard that her tears were flowing down her eyes with happiness. I splashed a large quantity of cum in her pussy.

She quickly cleaned her pussy and my cock. We cuddled and kissed for a few minutes. She wore her undies and I too dressed up. We kissed for the last time and she promised me that she will come to meet me in Mumbai next month and we can have more sex that time.

We are still friends on Facebook and meet whenever possible. Guys, it was a wonderful experience with this Bengali milf. If you liked it, do mail me at [email protected]

Recently I went to Goa to chill out. This is a story which happened there. I hope you guys will enjoy my Goan hookup.

We departed the bus in Hyderabad. We mean my friends and me. We all started our boozing pre-journey only. On the bus, we were completely out of our minds. Our motors were not in our control.

It was a 2+1 full-sleeper bus. All 6 seats were booked on one side, and only one ticket was in the front. I took that seat and slept. I used my mobile phone for an hour, and the charge drained. I do not know where the hell my bag is. It was with my friends, and they were on high snore.

So I thought to ask my neighbor fellows. I saw beside me, and it was a couple of seats. I held the curtain and slowly slid it aside. I slid to an ant size space and was shocked to see what was going on there.

A beautiful woman was on top of a man. They both were kissing very passionately. The woman, on top, put her saliva in the man’s mouth. And he happily took it all in. He put his left hand in the woman’s pants and squeezed her ass cheeks.

The girl had medium-length hair and looked very dominating. She looked very beautiful in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. The man went near her shoulder, and with his left hand, he pulled her red bra strip out and let it loose. It sounded like ‘thip,’ and the woman slowly moaned.

Then he put her hair in his mouth and sucked her hair. Her mangalsutra fell in his mouth as she rose on her hands. He sucked the mangalsutra clean and spat it aside. It went aside and hit his cheeks once at high speed. I can only see her beautiful cleavage only a bit from an ant size hole at the edge.

But it looked beautiful. The bus stopped suddenly, and his phone got rang. It was written ‘Ex’ on his mobile. I saw it from that small space where I see them now. He took the phone and went out. His wife was not at all happy with this.

As soon as he went out, I saw the woman in a black t-shirt having the perfect amount of cup size of a middle-aged MILF. She looked beautiful with big pink lips and less fat under her breast and around her waist. As soon as the man left, I turned toward her and asked.

Me: Excuse me, can I borrow your phone charger for some time?

She: Just hold on a minute. (she searched in her bag and gave) here it is.

Me: Thank you.

She: You are welcome.

After five minutes, I saw her, and she felt alone. So I started the conversation.

Me: Hi, my name is Sunny.

She: Hello, myself, Smriti.

Me: Nice to meet you.

Smriti: Same here. Where are you from?

Me: The place where you can find the best biryani. (I chuckled) . Sorry, I am from Hyderabad. And you?

Smriti: (she chuckled) I am from where you can find most pollution.

Me: Delhi?

Smriti: Yes.

Me: Does the pollution in Delhi not affect the woman in Delhi?

Smriti: It does. Why so?

Me: You look gorgeous. So that is the reason I was asking.

Smriti: (she smiled a lot) Oh, thank you.

And here, our conversation stopped as her husband came in between. She looked tensed and not happy at all. They must be having some fight between them. I slept thinking of her.

When I woke up in the morning, they took the charger and went without me knowing. It had been three days since I did not see her. For a moment, I forgot her completely. But now, at Baga beach, I saw her doing water sports.

She wore a short black skirt and a pink bra over the top of them. A semi-transparent pure white t-shirt covered her upper body and thighs. Everyone on the beach saw her lustfully. I looked for her husband, and he was nowhere. I went near her and spoke

Me: Hey, Smriti. (she turned towards me). Are you alone here?

Smriti: Oh my god. You scared me. Hello. Yeah, at present, I am alone. My husband went just now somewhere. He had some other work, it seems.

Me: In that case, can I join you?

Smriti: By any chance, are you following me?

Me: What? I live at (told my address and room number). If by any chance you come there, don’t blame me for following you again. Goodbye.

And I went from there. After 3 hours, I went out and did some shopping. I thought of taking a bag for my family. To my left, I saw some shopkeepers abusing someone vulgarly. I looked at them and was surprised to see it was non-other than Smriti. I went near them and asked.

Me (to shopkeeper): Bhai! Kya hua?

Shopkeeper (to Smriti): Is he your husband?

Before I could understand, he slapped me hard on my left cheek. I turned again and, ‘chap,’ one more slap on my cheek.

Smriti (to shopkeeper): Nahi bhai, he is not my husband.

The shopkeeper saw me and was not feeling any guilt. That is it. At that time, my ego got hurt, and I kicked him in the chest with my right foot. He fell apart, hitting the clothes beside him. At that moment whole, Baga shopkeepers united and came towards us.

Smriti (she held my hand): Let’s go!

We came far from them and stopped. I took a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. I was smoking angrily, and one could sense it from my breath. I spat the cigarette out and took one more.

Smriti (touched my cheek): I am sorry. This happened because of me.

I was angry and pushed her away by the shoulders. And I came to my room. I was very angry because no one had touched me since my childhood. I drank a half bottle of whisky on the rocks thinking of it. My friends went after they saw no progress that I was not getting out of the room.

I completed the whole bottle and smoking cigarettes. At night 9’o clock, I heard a doorbell ring. I went and opened the door and saw a woman whom I saw three days back on the bus and who was the reason for my slaps today. Smriti.

I went in and opened another bottle, and started mixing one more peg.

Smriti: how many bottles will you drink?

Me: How do you know?

Smriti: I met your friends downstairs. They told me.

Me: why do you care?

Smriti: I do not know. I want to see you.

Me: You saw me, right? Now get out of my room.

She sat diagonal to me while I was drinking one more bottle. I looked at her. She wore a yellow sheath dress with her edge falling at her ankle in the back. Her thick hair held loose to her back and some to her right over her boobs. She looked beautiful. She had her make-up on and looked like an angel.

Smriti: Why are you looking at me like a monster?

Me: Then get lost from this monster.

Smriti: I can’t. I want to thank you for saving me today. And I need your apology.

Me: Apology accepted! Get out now.

Smriti: Seriously!

Me: Yeah.

Smriti (while coming near me): I have wanted to try whisky for a long time.

She came beside me and started pouring the whisky into the glass. While pouring the whisky, she bent down to my left and started mixing water in the glass. She was ten inches closer to me, and I was damm horny looking at her. She spoke first

Smriti: If you were my husband, what would you do to me?

Me: (went a little closer to her lips) I am not a person who tells. I will do it instead.

Smriti: Then I am ready. Do whatever you want.

Without a single thought, I grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head back, and took her in my lap. I was looking at her like a lustful monkey. She looked at me like a woman in love. I want her. I bloody want her.

Smriti: The shopkeeper slapped you for thinking of my husband. But you can slap me as much as you want. You took the slaps instead of my drunken husband, bastard. I want to repay my debt.

Me: I won’t fuck anyone this way. If you come for any other reason, you will be pleading with me to leave you as I will fuck you in all holes. Now, please do not waste my time and go.

I pulled her aside. She went forward and stopped. She turned back and wept.

Smriti: I am 33 years old. I saw many people like you. You are very different from others. I like you. I do not see any reason now. But I want you for no reason.

She went near the door and tried to unbolt it. I changed my mind in one second and

Me: Stop!

I stood up and went near her. I went slowly near her. She stood in front of me. I put my hand on her cheeks and wiped her tears. I hold her with both my hands. I slowly took both my hands in her hair on the neck. I pulled her towards me.

Me: Just be here and look what I am going to do to you.

Smriti: Do whatever you want. But do not forget to slap me.

With that, I pulled her onto me and kissed her on her beautiful lips. I felt like I am in heaven. Her lipstick got stuck to my mustache. Who cares? Her entire lipstick came into my mouth. I sent the lipstick-mixed saliva back into her mouth. She happily took it in.

I loved her head in my hands. Drunk and having sex make people hornier. I was damm horny, and my manhood rose to its fullest. My dick from my pants throbbed her dress from out. I turned her and hugged her from the back. I kept one hand on her boob and placed the other hand on her forehead.

I pulled the bitch and squeezed her right boob very hard with my left hand. I draped her hair with my right hand and pushed her head toward my lips. I kissed her on the neck and sucked her ears. Then I kissed her upper head on her hair, then kissed her on the forehead, then bit her nose and lastly, stopped at her lips.

I stood like that. She still stood in the same position with her back towards me. She bent a little forward as she faced me. I took her upper lip and yanked it aside. She moaned, “Aah.”

Me: let me enjoy every inch of your body. Today you are mine. Completely mine. (‘thu,’ I spat in her mouth).

Then I took her lower lip and kissed it with both my lips. Then I kept my tongue in her mouth. She happily kissed and sucked my tongue with both her lips. She kept her hands on my thighs as she could not stay in that position long. I mercilessly squeezed her right boob over her dress.

I pinched her right cheek with my right hand. I decreased the AC to its lowest and threw the remote away. I took her in front of AC and turned her towards me, keeping my right hand in her hair on her neck. I pulled her onto me, keeping my left hand on her back.

She was completely in my grip. The ac air directly fell on her head, making her hair move. She looked gorgeous. I kissed her hard and told

Me: Delhi is famous for Smriti. It is famous for you.

Smriti: Oh? Then will you meet me if you come?

Me: No man would miss the chance. You bloody middle-aged MILF!

Smriti: What is your age, Mr.?

Me: 22, bitch.

Smriti: 22 years old guy fucking a married 33 years old woman. What a wonder!

Me: The wonder is not started yet. Get ready to scream!

I pushed her and tore her clothes apart. The sheath dress is just a piece of clothing. It got torn with a half force only.

Me: You need to go naked from here while going.

Smriti: I am ready for it. Please slap me.

‘chap,’ first hard hit on her right cheek with my right hand. She smiled, ‘chap,’ one more slap on the left cheek with the same hand. She did not restrain herself, instead came forward smiling. ‘chap, chap, chap,’ continuous slaps. Her cheeks turned red. She was smiling with tears in her eyes.

Me: You are a non-give-up bitch! I like you.

She bent down and held my hands. Then she put both my hands on her shoulders. She looked at my shorts and then at me.

Smriti: You do not need to masturbate today.

Then she unbuttoned my shorts. It automatically fell due to gravity. But gravity does not work for my dick. It came up with the jet force and hit Smriti’s nose. I put my hands in her hair and draped it till the end. I pressed her head down, holding her hair in my hands.

With one jerk, I rammed my cock deep into her throat, pinning her head hard toward my dick. I felt her uvula touching my dick through her tonsils, stretching out and meeting the head of my dick into her oropharynx. That is a pornstar thing, and I loved it.

I fucked her throat for five minutes nonstop, holding her hair and pinning her toward me. She held my thighs and gagged hardly. I did not stop. I kept fucking the bitch’s throat. Women are good at sucking cock’s.

Me: (while ramming her throat hard) You came to Goa to get fucked by me, you bloody wench bitch!

Her entire face turned red, tears flowed down her cheeks, and her eyes watered. I stopped and left her. She immediately took 5 long gasps and inhaled hardly.

Me: Get up and undress me.

She rose and started unbuttoning my shirt. The woman stared directly into my eyes and unbuttoned my shirt. Now we both are naked. Moreover, she is not having her mangalsutra. That means I have complete rights to her.

Me: (‘chap,’ slapping her hard) Are you hungry, bitch?

Smriti: Yes, I am. And I want your cum.

Me: Suck my armpits first.

Then I pinned her head toward my left armpit and moved her head, holding her hair. After sucking and cleaning my armpit, I made her lick my other armpit also. ‘chap,’ slapped her again. I took the bitch to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. I jumped on her and kissed her lips, squeezing her fluffy soft boobs.

Then in the missionary position, I slowly inserted my dick into her wet pussy. It easily went inside. Then with a high force, I tore her pussy apart, for which she moaned.

Me: (fucking her mercilessly in missionary position) Die giving me pleasure, you bloody bimbo-looking MILF bitch.

Smriti: (I kept my hands back on her head and pulled her towards my lips) Yes, I will. I want to die while you fuck me. Please fuck me like this.

Smriti: your dick is so good. Harder. Kill me, you bloody piece of shit.

Me:(‘thu,’ I spat in her mouth) I will.

‘Chap,’ I slapped her on the left cheek while fucking the bitch in missionary.

Me: (while ramming her pussy in missionary) Your mom is a bitch. That is why you are also a bitch.

Smriti: (while digging holes in my back) My mom surely wants to be a bitch if she meets you. Even my grandmother and all my family will become bitches for you.

Me: (‘chap,’ slapped her on the tit) I will slap your mom, your sister, your grandmother (she moaned), and they will moan like you.

Smriti: (she started crying), Please finish it. I can not bear it any longer. Please, Sunny.

Me: (hugging her tight) Oh my god, your boobs are so good. Bear the pain, bitch.

I bit her on the neck very hard while I squeezed her ass cheeks hard over which her soft boobs touched my hard chest.

Me: (kissing her on the nose) Your pain is my pleasure, bitch.

Smriti: (weeping heavily) Please. I love your cock, but I can’t hold it. Please.

I licked her tears and spat back in her mouth. I kept on increasing my pace and tearing her pussy apart. Her pussy walls are throwing my dick out. With all force, I kicked the walls of pussy and rammed them with a hard black cock.

Me: (spitting on her forehead) I love you bitch. I love your body.

With that, I came into her pussy. I was gasping, and she took a deep breath after a loud moan. I took the dick out, and she cleaned it like a slut. I gave her one of my pants and a shirt. I grabbed her by the neck and threw her out of my room. And I went to my room, took a bath and slept.

After two days, I saw her at the airport when I returned to Hyderabad. She saw me and came near me.

Smriti: I am going to Delhi.

Me: Me too, heading Hyderabad.

Then we both saw each other. I saw her husband was busy on the phone. Then we both went to the smoking room, and I lit the cigarette. It was night, and only we both were in the smoking room. My flight announcement has come in time.

I saw her and threw the cigarette away. I kissed her hard. ‘chap,’ one last slap. And then I left her, saying.

Me: I will come and meet you in Delhi.

Smriti: I will be waiting for you.

I turned and went near her. I kissed her hard one last time and left.

The end.

I neither know her number nor her address. I know nothing about her. I think this is what it means, no strings attached. I later realized that she had come to my room in Goa, as I told her my address in the second meeting. I will write the second part if I meet her again.

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Raghav’s Aunt was not tight. Especially after just being balls deep inside her daughter, the mother’s pussy felt used. But there was just something about her. The way she moaned. The way she submitted. The way her giant ass cushioned his thrusts.

He was very rough with his Aunt. He slapped her ass hard every few seconds as he railed her. He reached out and pulled her short, shoulder-length hair. She screamed.

He pushed his cock in deep and walked her to the table. On the way, he caught a glimpse of his cousin Anshu. She looked shocked, but also a flash of anger shot into her eyes.

He wasn’t in a position to think. He pushed Heena mami onto the table and resumed fucking her. “Raghu, please, please, please,” she groaned with every thrust. He pulled her hands behind her back.

Raghav heard the door shut. He looked around to see his uncle had closed the door. “I guess he had enough of the scene,” he thought.  “You see how your husband disrespects me?” Raghav slapped his Aunt hard.

“Ah, I’m sorry! You asshole, you no good asshole,” she screamed at her husband beyond the door. This turned him on. “Tell him what’s happening.”

“I love your cock, Raghu. I want only your cock. This cock, ah,” she was screaming.

“Yes! More. Anshu!” he called out to his cousin. In a second, she was by his side. He held her hair and kissed her. Pounding her mother while she screamed.

“Raghu owns me. He owns Anshu. He will make Anshu pregnant. He will make me pregnant. Give us your seed, deva.”

Raghav pounded her harder. His tongue was inside Anshu’s mouth. She sucked it needily. Heena was still screaming, “Your small cock is nothing compared to my Raghu. He is my real man. Aaah. Aah.”

Anshu slapped her mother’s ass. She looked into Raghav’s eyes, “Bhaiya, is she better? Am I not enough?”

Raghav stopped thrusting. He looked at his beautiful cousin and twisted his hands around her long hair. He pulled her close and kissed her. “Chhoti, you are my real girl. There is nobody like you. This bitch is my fluff. I’ll use her to get hard for you. ”

All this time, his Aunt had not stopped screaming, “Raghu will give me everything. Raghu will make me a queen.” There was something about her screaming that felt fake to Raghav. He wasn’t even fucking her, and she was it.

“Raghu beta, give mami your milk.” He pulled out and pushed his Aunt down on her knees. He then slapped her. Hard. “Aaaah!” she yelped.

Raghav was flush with rage. “You think this is some game?” He slapped her again. “You think you can take advantage of me?” He smacked her again.” I need to put you in your place!”

He lifted his hand to smack her again, but Anshu suddenly hugged him. “Bhaiya, come back to me. Bhaiya! Bhaiya, please. Fuck your real girl. Fuck me. You own me, bhaiya. Leave her. I love you, bhaiya.”

He heard enough. He kissed her hard and took her to bed. In an instant, he pushed her down on her stomach and impaled her pussy. Her legs were still on the floor.

“Yes, daddy. Oh, daddy,” he fucked her. He looked at his Aunt. She wiped her tears and walked up behind him as he fucked. She pressed her big breasts against his back and reached around him to pull her daughter’s waist, forcing him deeper into his cousin’s pussy.

The first thrust, he was in heaven. The second thrust, he felt light. He moaned. In the third thrust, he felt his entire tip enter her womb. His moan was downed out by Anshu’s scream.

He pulled his cock all the way out and pushed his Aunt away. “Enough,” he said to her. He turned to his cousin, who was holding her now tender pussy and sobbing.

He pushed her on her back and climbed on her and kissed her hard, rough. “Chhoti, spread. I’m going to fuck you properly now,” he said, holding his cousin’s hair tight, pulling it to make her look at him.

She spread slowly and put her legs around him. He felt her ankles lock behind his ass. He slid into her tight pussy with ease. She was still very wet. He fucked her slowly, passionately. “I’ll make you pregnant, Chhoti. Then I’ll marry you. Your slut mother will be our slave.”

Anshu moaned louder. Heena mami had meanwhile climbed behind him. He felt her touch his ass. He barked out to her, “I will fuck her. Don’t you dare push me!”

She backed off for a few seconds, and then he felt his Aunt’s warm tongue on his balls. He moaned and began fucking faster.

“Bhaiya! I’m yours. Only yours. You are more than my husband. You own me. I will serve you. I’ll be a good wife. I’ll take care of you,” she was talking in a trance. She didn’t pretend like her mother. He could tell that Anshu loved him.

He kept grunting and fucking harder. His Aunt now shifted to licking his ass as he railed his cousin. “You are my god. I’ll serve you. I’ll pray to you! Give me your prasad, bhaiya. Inside me. Please. Bless me. I want your child,” she moaned sweetly.

He groaned and fucked her hard. She reached up with her face and sucked his nipples as he pounded her. He pulled her hair again. Hard. She yelped under him and looked up at him. “Chhoti! Open your mouth. Let me give you prasad.”

Anshu opened her mouth and put her tongue out. Raghav spat in her mouth. She moaned and swallowed. She smiled and opened her mouth again. He held her neck and spat more. She held his spit in her open mouth to show him. He spat again. She closed her mouth and gargled his spit before swallowing hard.

“Oh, bhaiya. I love your prasad. Deva. Please make your chhoti pregnant. Please,” he kept fucking her wet, warm pussy harder.

“Chhoti, I won’t stop fucking you when you get pregnant,” he said.

She put her arms around him. “You can fuck me all the time, bhaiya. I will give you my milk, bhaiya. You own me. I’ll never stop taking my deva’s cock. I promise, bhaiya. I promise.”

Suddenly she went tense. Her legs tightened around him. “Bhaiya, your Chhoti is cumming!” Her legs tightened around Raghav. Her pussy clamped down on his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He pushed in deep and roared. He could feel his cum shooting inside her. His Aunt was slurping on his balls and massaging with her tongue. “Bhaiya!” Anshu screamed under him as his balls drained completely, deep inside her.

He collapsed on her. When he was done pulled out his cock and turned. Her pussy was dripping with his cum. Heena mami was looking at the two of them with a content smile. She reached over and touched their foreheads as if to bless them.

Raghav caught his Aunt’s hair and pulled her to his crotch. “Clean me, slut.”

Between kissing his beautiful cousin while having his cock sucked clean, Raghav fell asleep thinking it was time he had a marriage ceremony with his two sluts.

Please leave comments here to show support. I read them all. Part 3 will be about a marriage ceremony. It will include a lot of backstory into how all this started.

Hi, mera naam Neelam hai. Main 24 saal ki hu. Meri height 5.4 hai, average complexion aur figure 32-28-34. Main Delhi mein government job karti hu. Meri job lage abhi kuch hi mahino pehle lagi hai.

Mera office theek chal raha tha. Subah office jaana, waha friends ke saath gappe ladana, kaam karna aur wapas ghar aa jaana. Jaise hi mujhe salary milti main dher saari shopping karti aur city ghoomti.

Main Instagram pe har weekend apni pic daalti thi. Bohut saare likes aur comments milte the. Kafi ladke mujhe text bhi karte the. Mujhe bhi attention acha lagta tha.

Kyunki mujhe bohut message aate the main jyada reply nahi karti thi. Fir ek din mujhe Insta pe ek message aaya.

Secret admirer – Hi. Aaj aap bohut khubsurat lag rahi thi.

Maine message ignore kar diya. Fir kuch der mein wapas message aaya. Is baar usne ek pic bheji. Maine jese hi woh open ki main dang reh gayi. Woh meri hi pic thi jo ki aaj hi li gayi thi. Maine reply kiya.

Main – Ye kab li aapne?

Secret admirer – Jab aap kaam kar rahi thi. Sach mein bohut khubsurat lag rahi thi aaj.

Main – Thank you. Lekin aap hai kaun?

Secret admirer – Aap batayein.

Main – Mujhe kese pata hoga?

Secret admirer – Guess to karo.

Main – Nahi kar sakti ese guess.

Secret admirer – Koi baat nahi.

Uske baad uska koi message nahi aaya. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kaun ho sakta hai. Agle din main office gayi aur pure time logo ko observe karti rahi. Ki kahi koi mujhe ghoor to nahi raha? Koi picture to nahi le raha?

Mera din bhar isi soch mein nikal gaya. Shaam ko jab main ghar aa gayi tab uska wapas message aaya.

Secret admirer – Aaj badi pareshan lag rahi thi. Kisi ko khoj rahi thi kya?

Main – Nahi to. Main kisi ko kyu khojungi.

Secret admirer – Dekhke to esa hi lag raha tha.

Main – Nahi. Woh aaj office mein kaam bohut tha isliye laga hoga.

Secret admirer – Acha. Wese aaj bhi bohut khubsurat lag rahi thi.

Fir usne wapas se meri ek pic bheji. Ye bhi aaj hi office mein li thi. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kab ye meri pic le leta hai. Maine usse wapas pucha.

Main – Kaun ho aap? Aur ye pic kab li?

Secret admirer – Main to hamesha aapke saamne rehta hu. Agar aap guess karlo to main bata dunga.

Office mein mere saamne Sharma sir desk hai. Woh lagbhag 50 years ke hai. Lekin mujhe kabhi laga nahi ki woh mujhe ese dekhte honge.

Main – Shukla sir?

Secret admirer – Haha. Nahi.

Main – Fir kaun ho aap?

Secret admirer – Aapka aashiq.

Main – Koi naam bhi to hoga?

Uska koi jawab nahi aaya. Fir kuch din ese hi chalta raha. Woh roz meri office ki pic mujhe bhejta aur main usse puchti ki woh kaun hai. Lekin woh nahi batata tha. Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. Fir ek din maine kaha.

Main – Humesha mujhe dekhte ho aur meri pic lete ho. Mujhe to aapke baare mein kuch nahi pata. Apne baare mein kuch to batao.

Secret admirer – Agar bata diya to tum jaan jaaogi. Fir secret kaha raha.

Main – Koi idea to do.

Secret admirer – Theek hai. Main apni pic bhejta hu jisme mera face nahi hoga. Usko dekhke guess kar lena ki main kaun hu.

Mujhe laga ki ab to mujhe pata chal hi jaayega ki kaun hai ye. Fir usne pic bheji aur main dang reh gayi. Us pic mein uska lund tha. Kaala aur bohut bada. Main use dekhkar paani paani hone lagi. Fir usne kaha.

Secret admirer – Kya hua? Acha nahi laga?

Main – Acha hai.

Secret admirer – To guess karo ab. Ki main kaun hu?

Main – Ese kese bataun?

Secret admirer – Hehe koi baat nahi. Acha suno. Parso mera janamdin hai. Mujhe gift chahiye. Dogi?

Main – Kuch esa wesa nahi maangoge to de dungi.

Secret admirer – Mere janamdin ke din meri favourite dress pehnogi?

Main – Kaunsi dress?

Secret admirer – Jo dress maine tumhare liye pasand ki hai.

Main – Kaunsi?

Secret admirer – Woh main kal office mein de dunga.

Main – Kab?

Uski yehi aadat mujhe bilkul pasand nahi thi. Woh humesha batoon ke beech mein reply karna band kar deta tha. Agle din main office mein intezaar karti rahi ki kab woh mere saamne aayega aur mujhe dress dega.

Lekin pura din koi nahi aaya. Fir shaam ko jab jaane ka time ho gaya tab uska message aaya.

Secret admirer – Dress tumhare sidhe haath wali almari mein sabse niche files ke piche hai.

Maine almari kholi aur files ke piche dekha to waha ek packet tha. Main use ghar le gayi aur jaake open kiya. Usme ek red color ki saree thi. Fir uska message aaya.

Secret admirer – Saree pasand aai?

Main – Haan achi hai.

Secret admirer – To kal yehi pehenni hai.

Next day main wohi saree pahenke office gayi. Mere office se nikalne mein ab lagbhag 15 min bache the. Tabhi uska message aaya. Usne meri usi din ki pic bheji.

Secret admirer – Aaj sabse jyada khubsurat lag rahi ho.

Main – Thank you. Happy birthday.

Secret admirer – Aaj main tumse milna chahtu hu.

Main – Kaha?

Secret admirer – Yahin. Office mein. Aaj kaam ka bahana banake thoda der tak ruk jao aur 7 baje guest house mein aa jao.

Humare office mein ek guest house tha. Jo naye officers ke liye tha. Jab tak unko government quarter allot nahi hota tha tab tak woh log wahi rukte the. Mujhe pata nahi tha ki us samay kaun officer waha thehra tha.

Maine apni friend se pucha to usne bataya ki abhi koi nahi rehta hai guest house mein. Main kaam ka bahana banake office mein ruk gayi aur dheere dheere saara office khali ho gaya.

Shaam 7 baje main guest room mein gayi. Waha koi nahi tha. Fir waha office mein chai dene wale Vinod bhaiyya aaye. Main unhe dekhke ghabra gayi. Unne mujhse pucha.

Vinod – Arre madam. Aap abhi tak nahi gayi?

Main – Nahi. Woh mujhe kuch kaam tha to isliye late rukhi hu.

Vinod – Oh acha. Mujhe bhi bade saab ne kaha tha ki 7 baje guest house mein kuch intezaam kar dena.

Fir Vinod ne waha kuch khane ka saaman aur ek daaru ki bottle rakh di. Table set karke woh waha se jaane laga. Main samajh gayi thi ki ye arrangement mere liye hai. Maine Vinod ko roka aur kaha.

Main – Bhaiyya. Please iske baare mein kisi ko mat batana.

Vinod – Arre nahi madam. Aap chinta mat karo.

Fir Vinod bahar chala gaya. Main besabri se intezaar kar rahi thi. Kuch der baad kamre ka gate khula aur Vinod wapas aaya.

Main – Kya hua Bhaiyya?

Vinod – Tu is saree mein bohut sundar lag rahi hai. Meri birthday wish puri karne ke liye thank you.

Ye sunke main chaunk gayi. Vinod lagbhag 45 saal ka tha.

Main – Woh aap the?

Vinod – Haan. Aur jabse tujhe dekha hai, tera aashiq ho gaya hu.

Fir woh mujhe chune laga. Maine mana kiya aur kaha.

Main – Bhaiyya, please mujhe jaane do.

Vinod – Kyu saali? Jab tak tujhe lag raha tha ki koi afsar hai tab tak tu tayyar thi. Aur ab jab pata chala to nakhre dikha rahi hai. Tu mere liye tayyar hoke aai hai aur main tujhe nahi jaane dunga.

Fir woh mujhe chumne laga. Mujhse bhi control nahi hua aur main bhi uska saath dene lagi. Kuch der chumne ke baad usne meri saree utaar di aur mera peticot upar karke meri gaand chumne laga.

Kuch der baad usne apne kapde uat diye aur apna lund mere muh mein daal diya. Uska lund bohut bada tha mere muh mein nahi aa raha tha lekin woh mera sar pakad ke pura lund mere muh ke andar daal raha tha.

Kuch der baad usne mere saare kapde utar diye aur mujhe bed pe leta diya. Woh mere upar aaya, mujhe kiss kiya, aur apna lund meri chut pe rakhke dhakka maara. Main dard ke maare chilla di.

Tabhi usne apna haath mere muh pe rakha taaki meri cheenkh kisi ko sunai na de. Uska lund abhi thoda hi andar gaya tha. Fir usne wapas ek dhakka maara aur meri jaan nikal gayi. Uska haath abhi bhi mere muh par tha.

Mujhse woh dard bardaasht nahi ho raha tha. Kuch der woh wese hi raha aur mera dard thoda kam hua. Fir usne wapas zor ka dhakka maara aur uska pura lund meri chut mein sama gaya. Ab dard ke kaaran mere aansu nikal rahe the.

Main aankhon se usse binti kar rahi thi ki mujhe jaane de lekin woh nahi maana. Kuch der baad mera dard kam hua aur woh dheere dheere apna lund meri chut ke andar bahar karne laga. Mujhe bhi ab maza aane laga tha.

Ye dekh usne mere muh se apna haath hataya aur fir mujhe chodne laga. Ab main bhi uska saath dene lagi. Kuch der tak usne usi position mein mujhe choda aur mujhe ghodi banne ko kaha. Main turant ghodi ban gayi.

Fir usne piche se meri kamar pakdi aur zor zor se dhakke maarne laga. Main bhi apni gaand piche ki taraf kar rahi thi taaki to jitna jyada andar jaa sake chala jaaye. Woh lagbhag 10 min tak ese hi mujhe ghodi banake chodta raha.

Main 2 baar jhad chuki thi. Woh bhi jhadne wala tha to usne mujhe wapas palta aur apna lund mere muh mein daal diya. Main uska lund pagalo ki tare chusne lagi. Fir achanak usne apna pura paani mere muh mein nikal diya.

Mujhe ajeeb sa laga aur maine saara bahar thuk diya. Woh hansa aur kaha

Vinod – Arre jaaneman, isi mein to saari shakti hai. Ye pi logi to aur kuch lene ki zarurat nahi padegi.

Fir us raat usne mujhe 3 baar aur choda aur hum thak kar wahi so gaye.