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Narrated by Rahul

Hi dosto, main Rahul, pichle baar episode 83 mein padhe ke maine maa aur aunty ke sath bathroom mein kya kiya. Uske baad kareeb 5:30 baje tak maa aur aunty ne milkar mujhse achche se saza katwaayi. Saza mein mere bhi maze the kyu ki zasa ye thi ki unhe poori tarah se sex ka maza dun.

Iske baad yun hi waqt kata. Main living mein TV dekhta baitha aur raat ke liye taakat bhi to sametna tha. Waise aaj raat kya hona tha woh to ab tak tay nahi hua tha. Maa aur aunty apne kamre mein the. Naa jaane in aurato ko kya hota hai itna baat karne ko.

Kareeb 6 baje ke aas-paas darwaze ki ghanti baji. Main samajh gaya ki ye zaroor Bharti hi hogi. Jakar darwaaza khola to woh mujhe upar se neeche dekh andar aane lagi. Maano pooch rahi ho ki kaisa raha.

Yakeenan woh to jaanti hi hogi ki uske naa hone par yaha ghar mein kya hua hoga. Woh andar living mein jaakar baithi apne bandhe baal kholne lagi. Main bhi uske samne wale sofe par ja baitha.

Woh poochi: Aunty aur maa kidhar hai?

Main: Woh dono kamre mein hai.

Bharti tirchi aankho se mujhe dekh muskurakar boli: Kyu, halat kharab kar di kya unn dono ki?

Main hasta hua bola: Hahaha shayad. Tumhe dekhna chahiye tha aaj maine kya kiya undono ke sath!

Bharti: Mmmm, dekhana maine kitchen mein kya kiye aunty ke sath. Usse zyada kya karna?

Main ab use kaise samjhata ki maa aur aunty ke gand ke sath maine konsa khel khela.

Main bola: Hahaha, usse bhi mazedaar.

Bharti: Kya?

Itne mein maa ke kamre ka darwaza khula. Main palat kar dekha to sirf maa aa rahi thi apni usi pardarshi choti si besharmi bhari nighty mein. Par aunty nahi dikhi.

To Bharti se bola: Mom se hi poochlo kya kiya maine.

Maa turant mere kaan pakad dheeme awaaz mein boli: Shhh, Kavita andar hai, sunn sakti hai.

Bharti maa ko dekh halki muskaan de rahi thi. Maano woh mann hi mann maa se pooch rahi ho ki maa bete ne achche se maze liye ya nahi.

Main maa se poocha: Mom, aunty kya kar rahi hai andar?

Maa palat kar apne kamre ke taraf dekh boli: Hahaha! Badi sharma rahi hai bahar aane ke liye.

Maa itne zor se boli. Maano woh mujhe jawaab mein nahi balki kamre ke andar aunty ko sunane ke liye bol rahi ho.

Bharti: Kyu? Kya hua, aunty?

Main: Haan, woh kyu sharma rahi hai.

Itne mein andar kamre se Kavita aunty bhi zor se boli: Tu zyada bol mat Saru. Yaha mujhe phasake tu waha jake zyada na bol.

Maa: Offo, Kavita ab bahar bhi aa, aise kya sharmana? Kam se kam bina kapde ki to nahi ho na, hahaha!

Pata nahi maa aur aunty ke beech kya chal rahi thi. Na hi mujhe aur na hi Bharti ko kuch samajh aa rahi thi.

Maa firse kamre ke taraf dekh boli: Kavita, aa na bahar. Kaonsa yaha koi bahar se mehmaan aaye hue hai?

Main aur Bharti dono jigyasa ke sath maa ke kamre ke taraf dekh rahe the. Jab aunty kamre se jhoota gussa dikhati hui bahar aayi. Aunty maa ki robe pehni hui thi jo unke jangho tak thi.

Waise to mere liye ab unme kuch naya tha nahi lekin fir bhi janghe dikhati hui woh sexy lag rahi thi.

Bharti: Aap robe kyu pehni hui ho?

Kavita aunty maa ko kosti hui boli: Apni aunty se pooch, bewakoof kahi ki.

Maa hasne lagi aur boli: Hahaha! Woh… hahaha! Woh maine iske sare kapde dhone daal diye ek sath.

Kavita aunty: Mujhse pooch to li hoti, kamse kam ek maxi to rakh deti, hadd hi hai.

Main: Are to kya hua aunty. Aap kyu tension le rahi ho?

Bharti kuch nahi bol rahi thi. Bas baith kar apni maa ko janghe dikhati hui dekh rahi thi.

Maa: Haan wahi to. Main bhi boli isko ki yaha Bharti aur tumhare alawa koi nahi. To kya dikkat hai?

Kavita aunty: Dikkat ki baat mat kar Saru, bas besharmi si lagti hai.

Bharti: Offo maa, jaha bhi jaogi aap kuch na kuch bahas karogi hi. Kapde dhulne ke baad pehan lena. Usme kya hai?

Maa: Bharti, iske sade unn nightiyo se achchi cheez di hai ise maine. Par isse dikhani nahi, kahti hai bachche kya kahenge?

Bharti: Aisa kya diya aapne?

Main ab tak soch raha tha ki aunty robe ke andar kuch nahi pehni hai. Par ab mujhe bhi jigyasa hone lagi ki andar kya hai.

Maa: Kavita, ye tera apna ghar hai. Aise kyu bartaaw karti ho jaise ki kisi aur ke ghar aayi ho?

Main: Haan aunty, akhir yaha ham hi to hai. Main to aapke bete jaysa hi hun na.

Ye kahte waqt main aankh ke kone se Bharti ko ek nazar dekha. Woh ajeeb tareeke se mujhe ghoor rahi thi.

Maa: Haan, wahi to, chal khol ye robe.

Kavita aunty: Ehh, nahi-nahi, kapde dhul jane de fir de dungi teri robe.

Maa: Mujhe robe nahi chahiye. Bharti ko dikhao tum kya pehni ho. Zara woh bataye kharab hai ya achchi hai.

Main: Haan aunty dikhaona, kya pehne ho aap.

Maa aur maine to kah diya. Lekin Bharti apne taraf se chup thi to main Bharti se bola: Bharti, bolna aunty se tu bhi.

Bharti apni maa aur fir meri maa ko dekhne lagi to maa boli: Haan beta bolo apni mummy ko. Aise sharmati hai jaise 60 saal ki budhi ho.

Kavita aunty: Tu…tu Saru pagal hai.

Maa tab apni paar darshi choti wali kali nighty ko chor pakad ham sabke samne lahlahati hui.

Boli: Ab dekh mujhe, main ye pehni hun, mujhe kyu sharam aayegi. Bharti meri beti jaisi hai aur Rahul mera apna beta. Tu kyu sabko itna paraay maanti hai?

Maa fir aage badi aur aunty ke robe ke naade ko pakad kheechti hui boli: Kholo isse, warna tujhse aaj koi baat nahi karega yaha.

Kavita aunty maa ki kalaayi pakad boli: Saru nahi, ruk, mat kar Saru.

Par maa kaha sunne wali thi. Meri aur Bharti ki nazar aunty ke robe ke khulne par tikk gayi. Fir aunty ke haato ko hatati hui maa robe ko kholti hui samne se unke peeche gayi. Aur robe ko unke jism se kheech nikali.

Aunty kitni sexy lag rahi thi. Mann kiya ki unpar kood kar bass wahi sabke samne chodhna shuru kar dun. Gulabi rang ki unki itni choti si ek nighty mano naam bhar kapde ke liye.

Nichla chor unki choot se bass thodi neeche khatm hokar unki poori madmast jaangh dikhati hui. Upar boobs ke paas kasi hui jo unke boobs ka poora akaar ubhar ke dikha deti.

Woh itni choti kapde mein bazaar ki koi sasti randi ke tarah lag rahi thi. Badan mein besharmi aur muh par sharam unko kaafi maadak bana rahi thi. Mere short ke andar mera thaka soya lund unko dekh dubara hichkole khane laga.

Aunty sabse pahle mujhe hi dekhi ki meri kya pratikriya hai. Fir muh mein sharam lekar apni beti Bharti ko dekhi. Main turant Bharti ko dekha ki uski kya pratikriya hai. Woh waha apni aankhe phaad apni is naayi maa ko dekh rahi thi.

Maa turant Bharti se poochi: Bharti beta, bolo zara kya ye buri dikh rahi hai.

Bharti: Mmm…main…main kya bolu?

Maa: Offo, Bharti, tumhare karan hi ye aisi hai. Tumhe apni maa ko thodi to fashion ke bare mein sikhani chahiye na. tum khud aise chup rahogi to Kavita to apne armaano ko chupaaye rakhegi na?

Kavita aunty turant maa ko boli: Mere koi armaan nahi aise sab kapde pehanne ke. Tu hi zabardasti pehnaayi mujhe.

Maa unki kuch na suni aur Bharti se firse poochi: Bolo beta, kya kahogi tum ab Kavita ke liye. Kya ye boori dikh rahi hai?

Bharti gale se thook utaar mujhe dekhi aur fir apni maa ko dekh boli: Buri to nahi lag rahi.

Maa: To, achchi lag rahi hai?

Bharti: Hmmm, theek hi hai.

Maa: Offo, saaf-saaf kaho, kya ye sexy nahi lag rahi?

Bharti muskura gayi aur fir boli: Hmmm lag to rahi hai.

Main dekhta raha ye apas mein hi baat kar rahe the. Mano main hun hi nahi to main bola: Mujhse bhi poocho.

Maa hass padi aur boli: Hahaha! Haan-haan batao Rahul, kaisi lag rahi hai Kavita aunty?

Kavita aunty: Offo, ab usse kyu pooch rahe ho?

Aunty ko meri hi raay chahiye thi. Par shayad Bharti ke waha hone ke karan woh aise bol rahi thi. Ye dekh Bharti apni bag ke sath uthi aur waha se nikalti hui boli: Main fresh hokar aati hun.

Shayad Bharti chahti thi ki woh waha se jaaye aur ham sab araam se bina kisi sharam ke baat kar paaye. Khaas kar uski maa Kavita aunty. Bharti apne kamre mein gayi.

Darwaza band hua aur fir Kavita aunty maa ke baah par maar boli: Nalayak, pata nahi Bharti kya sochi hogi mere bare mein.

Maa unki maar par apni baah sahlakar hasti hui boli: Hahaha, chalo ab Rahul se poocho to tum kaisi lag rahi ho?

Kavita aunty mujhe dekh muskurayi. Aur bhawro se aise ishara ki mano pooch rahi ho ki batao kaisi lag rahi hun.

Main turant bola: Ek number sexy lag rahi ho aunty, sachme, looking bomb.

Kavita aunty muh par haat rakh hass padi aur maa boli: Bomb! Pataka lag rahi hai tu. Dekh 19 saal ka ladka tujhe pataka kah raha hai Kavi.

Kavita aunty: Offo ab bass bhi karo tum dono.

Main: Sachme aunty, mann to ho raha hai ki aapko wapas kamre mein le chalu.

Aunty mere sar ke baal sawaarti hui boli: Badmash, itna kiye aaj jee nahi bhara?

Main: Aapka bhara?

Aunty maa ko dekh muskurane lagi to maa boli: Na iski na meri aur naa hi tumhara jee bhara hai sab pata hai sabko.

Main: Woh to hai mom, bass jaldi se sham dhale aur raat wapas aa jaye.

Aunty: Uff, pata nahi iss ladke ki shadi ke baad ye apni biwi ka kya karega.

Maa aur aunty hasne lagi to main bola: Aap dono ho to mujhe shadi karni hi nahi kabhi.

Maa: Chalo-chalo, main chai bana deti hun sabke liye.

Kavita aunty: Haan main bhi aati hun, iss ladke se bohut khatra hai ab mujhe.

Main: Main bhi aata hun na.

Tabhi maa haat dikha kar mujhe rukne ka ishara kar boli: Offo Rahul, yahi raho, hamesha mat chipke raho na. Ab sari masti raat ko.

Ye kahti hui woh dono kitchen ko chale gaye. Main kuch der living mein baitha aunty ke madmast sexy nazare ko dekh raat ke sapne sajane laga. Kuch hi der mein Bharti ke kamre ka darwaza khula.

Waha se jab Bharti nikli to mere lund ne jhatka de diya. Main samajh gaya ki ab maa ke sath beti bhi apni sharam kisi dabbe mein band kar samundar mein phek aayi hai.

Bharti apne kamre se sirf ek full sleave kale rang ki shirt pehan kar aa rahi thi. Shirt lambi to thi par uski janghe aadhe se bhi zyada dikha rahi thi. Mujhe dekh woh jaan gayi ki main use kaise nihaar raha hun.

Woh muskaan deti hui mere paas chalkar aane lagi. Use dekh english filmo ki ladkiya yaad aa rahi thi jo sex ke baad shirt pehan kar subah uthti hai. Woh mere samne ke sofe par aakar baith bhawro se aisa ishara kardi ki kya hua.

Main uski chikni jangho ke pradarshan ko dekh dheemi awaaz mein bola: Sexy lag rahi ho yaar.

Bharti bhi dheemi awaaz mein boli: Shhh! Chup.

Main aage kuch na bola kyu ki paas hi kitchen mein maa aur aunty the. Maa se to koi dikkat nahi. Lekin aunty agar hamari baat sunnli to kafi dikkat hoti. Kuch der baad maa aur aunty kitchen se chai lekar aane lagi.

Jaise hi aunty Bharti ko dekhi woh bhadak uthi.

Kavita aunty: Bharti! Kya pehanke baithi hai tu?

Maa Bharti ko dekhi aur main aunty ko. Bharti apni shirt ke nichle sire ko neeche kheech boli: Kya hua, shirt hi to hai?

Kavita aunty: Haan to neeche kya pant ya payjama pehanna bhool gayi?

Maa chai table par rakh Bharti ke bagal baith gayi. Bharti sofe se cushion lekar apni god mein rakh boli: To kya hua shirt pehni hun na, nangi to nahi baithi hun.

Maa: Kavita tu baith udhar pahle. Aise chilla ke mat baat karo na bachchi se.

Aunty mere bagal sofe par jaa baithi aur maa se boli: Sarika tu ab iska sath mat le. Subah swim suit pehani woh maani mein par ye bhi koi tareeka hai?

Bharti: Aap khud kya pehni ho woh dekhona. Mujhe kyu kah rahi ho?

Kavita aunty: Dekha Saru, issi liye main ye nahi pehanna chahti thi. Ab ye apni besharmi ka ilzaam mujhpar lagayegi.

Maa mujhe dekhi aur fir Kavita aunty se boli: Offo Kavita, Bharti ghar pe hi to hai. Yaha koi aur thodi aaya hai ya ayega.

Kavita aunty mujhe dekhi aur fir maa se boli: To kya hua, Rahul hai yaha? Kya ise bilkul sharam nahi?

Maa: Kavita, bas kar ab tu, aur waise bhi Rahul iska bhai hai. Behan ko bhai se kya sharam aur waise bhi ye bina kapdo ke to nahi baithi haina. Tange hi to dikh rahi hai.

Kavita aunty: Haan to tange aise koi…

Bharti aunty ko tokti hui boli: Aap khud apni tange dikha kar baithi hai to koi dikkat nahi. Rahul hai to bhi koi dikkat nahi. Main kuch pehnu ya na pehnu to aape pahad toot girti hai.

Maa: Kavita, tu chai pee.

Aunty gusse ke sath chai ki cup leti hui boli: Teri beti Teena aise kare to yahi kahna tu.

Maa aunty ke gusse par hass padi aur boli: Hahaha, tubhi na, Bharti bhi meri beti jaisi hi hai. Ye agar galat karegi to main khud daantugi. Par abhi mujhe kuch galat nahi dikh rahi.

Kavita aunty: Haan to rakhle ise apne hi paas, nalayak ladki.

Maa Bharti ke haat mein chai deti hui aunty se boli: Haan haan, kyu nahi, rakhlungi ise.

Maa fir mujhe dekh mazaak banati hui aunty se boli: Aur tu iss nalayak ko rakh lo.

Kavita aunty: Dekh Saru tu mazaak na bana.

Shayad maa chahti thi ki aunty ka gussa kaise bhi khatm kar de. Issi liye woh mazaak bana rahi thi aur aage boli: Mazaak kaha karr rahi hun, aaj se ye gadha tumhara, ja rakhle.

Iss baat par Bharti hass padi. Maa mazaak bana rahi thi par khamakha mujhe hi nalayak gadha sab kah rahi thi. Main chup-chap sochta raha ki bolu to kya bolu?

Kavita aunty chidti hui boli: Haan-haan rakh lungi, agar tu sachme dede to Rahul ko rakh hi lungi iss kambakt ke badle.

Maa: Hahaha! Theek hai to rakhlo. Jab apne ghar jaogi to le jana ise.

Aunty mujhe dekh muskura gayi aur fir wapas gambbheer hokar boli: Beta Rahul. Tu na apne kamre mein hi so. Iss nalayak ladki ke liye tu kyu sofe par sota hai. chahiye to woh soyegi yaha, ya fir jaaye ghar wapas.

Maa: Are are Kavita, kya bol rahi ho. Bharti ladki hai, woh kaise sofe par soyegi.

Kavita aunty: Kyu iski kamar akad jayegi kya? Rahul abse apne kamre mein hi rahega. Use sofe par sone ki zarurat nahi.

Maa: Theek hai to aisa hua to Kavita tu hi sofe par so aaj. Bharti mere sath mere kamre mein rahegi.

Main ek tak maa ko to kabhi aunty ko dekhta raha ki inki baate kaha jaa rahi hai.

Tabhi Bharti boli: Haan aunty main to aaj aapke kamre mein rahungi. Maa hi rahe sofe par, unko Rahul ki badi chinta hai na.

Maa Bharti ke kandhe par haat rakh boli: Haan beta tum abse mere kamre mein raho. Apne samaan tum mere kamre mein le aao Rahul ke kamre se.

Main sochta raha ki ye kya ho gaya. Agar maa Bharti ke sath rahi to kahi aisa to nahi ki maa mujhe aur Bharti ko ek sath maze lene ka maoka bana ke de rahi hai? Ye soch main chup raha.

Par tabhi aunty boli: Haan to ja, main Rahul ke sath uske kamre mein rah lungi, badi aayi.

Bharti chai peekar khatm ki. Fir apne kamre ko jaati hui boli: To fir main apna samaan Rahul ke kamre se aunty ke kamre mein rakh deti hun.

Ye kah kar woh tirchi nazar se mujhe dekh jaane lagi. Main aunty ke samne Bharti ko ghoorna nahi chahta tha. Issi liye palat kar dekhne nahi gaya. Yaha maa aur aunty apas mein kit-pit baate karne lag gayi.

Kuch 5-minute baad Bharti mere kamre se apni kitaab aur bag lekar nikli. Main mud kar dekha to waha se woh bhi mujhe dekhti hui maa ke kamre mein chali gayi.

Main yahi sochta raha ki aaj raat ab kya hoga. Aunty ke sath hone par maa se pooch bhi nahi sakta tha ki unke mann mein kya hai. Fir kuch der baad maa aur aunty kitchen chale gaye aur sab apne apne kaam mein lag gaye.

To be continued. Apne rai vimarsh aur kahani jaldi milne ke liye mujhe mail kare [email protected] par.

Hello, my dear readers of ISS. This is the immediate continuation of the previous part.

“It doesn’t seem to go as expected. But he is a lovely young man. After I’ve satisfied Manoj, let me give him my all in the way he is most comfortable,” Deepti thought.

A good half hour entailed spanking, intense flogging, insults, spitting, kicking, pinching, and slapping. Deepti dragged the doggo by the leash while pulling Kishen by his dick.

She brought them to the bedroom where Kishen’s shorts lay in a corner. The doggo immediately sniffed it for a while and then sat up on all fours. “Stay! and don’t be a bad dog…” Deepti ordered. The doggo seemed to understand and wagged its ‘tail’ before sitting down.

Deepti then turned to Kishen and winked with a smile. From her looks he understood that she was now all his. Taking their sweet time as the doggo watched, they smooched, and fondled each other’s privates. They felt one other in entirety and fell on the bed—like long lost lovers.

Deepti changed her demeanor to allow Kishen to make love to her in the only way he knew how to. On all fours on the bed with her bottom facing the doggo, she began blowing Kishen.

Kishen could see utmost arousal in the doggo’s eyes. The most respected and highly regarded member of his building was sitting like a horny dog. He was watching his supremely obedient wife getting pounded by a young lad.

“What could be the pleasure in that?” Kishen wondered. He still found it hard to look authoritatively at the eyes of Manoj sir.

“Neetu may have taken your virginity, but your little hole is all mine,” said Deepti.

She then turned Kishen around, made him sit on all fours and began licking his asshole. The hairs on his skin stoop up in jolt as her wet tongue touched his hole for the first time ever.

Sitting on her knees, she began to tongue-fuck him. Kishen learned that his butthole is more responsive to slimy tongues than a touch-me-not plant’s sensitivity to human touch. He could barely contain the feeling.

“No wonder dad enjoys it so much,” he thought. Reflecting on when he peeked to Sunil being fingered by Usha aunty and Savitri.

“Finger me too,” Kishen said trying hard to speak from the pleasure of being licked.

“Too?!? Who else am I fingering?” asked Deepti.

“I…ah…I meant… just me,” clarified Kishen.

“With pleasure. Kishen. Get up and step forward,” responded Deepti.

She had him bend over with his hands on the headboard of the bed for support. Spreading his ass cheeks with with the fingers of her left hand, she licked the middle and point fingers of her right hand and began pressing his hole. Each of her presses was firmer than the last.

In the process, her lips pouted mildly, blowing on and around his crack. Sending cold shivers throughout his bottom, and hips.

“Relax your thighs, it might feel weird at first, and I may not put it all the way in unless I’m sure your bowel is empty,” said Deepti.

Kishen nodded in agreement.

“Don’t be too concerned, just take pleasure in your asshole being stretched, nothing more nothing less. Don’t expect anything else. Agree?” she added.

Kishen nodded, breathing heavily in anticipation. He could also hear the heavy breathing of Manoj sir. He dared not to look back. Deepti slowly slid her middle finger in and began wiggling it. Kishen felt numb vibrations originating from the periphery of his hole’s hole.

Although he felt nothing more, for some reason, he didn’t want Deepti to stop either. He liked the way his lower bottom felt and vibrated. His right hand automatically began stroking his dick. He could feel more of Deepti’s middle finger slide inside him.

The ‘weird’ pleasurable sensation amped correspondingly.

“Its pleasurable, but not the way I imagined it would feel,” he thought.

Deepti began wiggling her finger finger rigorously.

“Slow down, please,” Kishen asked instantly. Deepti obliged. She knew he was zoning in and out of prostrate stimulation, trying to get to the perfect pace and pressure. Kishen couldn’t get enough of it. He had her finger wiggle in him until her hand ached.

“That felt weird but insanely pleasurable,” Kishen said after a goof while, as he turned back and knelt in front of Deepti,

“Lucky there was no poop involved. I was a bit scared about it. I didn’t go all the way in though,” said Deepti as she giggled and licked her finger.

“I need to go to the loo,” said Kishen.

“Its just a sensation, your butthole nerves are confused,” said Deepti. “It will go after a while, Kishen.”

Deepti proceeded to kiss Kishen on his lips. She could sense gratitude in the way he intimately reciprocated her kiss. After all, she introduced him to a special kind of sensation. Deepti and Kishen transitioned from smooching to the 69 position.

She went on to embrace his body through a series of cuddles and positions that assured maximum skin-to-skin contact. They curled like snakes, teased and tongue-explored each other’s genitalia like monkeys. They rolled over each other like bears, forgetting that they were being watched by the doggo.

Deepti sat on Kishen’s face, almost burying it between her plump thighs and fleshy pussy. His fingers explored her asshole, much like how she had done it to him. She oozed her liquids like a leaking tap. The juices overload even choked Kishen.

Manoj the doggo sat at the corner watching them in action and pleasured itself. Letting Kishen know that she came to know from Neetu that he is yet to experience anal. She proudly, honourably and ritualistically made herself the owner of the first butthole that Kishen would ever fuck.

But little did she know, she was awakening a beast within Kishen. Hearing Deepti yell, “Destroy that butthole,” snapped something in him. He could no longer hold his urges to go into beast mode. Something which he himself never knew was part of his sexuality until a while back.

Deepti began hearing bestial grunts that deepened in sync with hard thrusts on her asshole and tighter grips on her hips. The couple’s plans didn’t appear to falter after all! Even the doggo wiggled in excitement.

“Bitch..bitch…bitch…”

Deepti heard Kishen utter, trying his best to suppress the voice.

“I am a degenerate, Kishen! Treat me as such. I don’t deserve your tender love,” yelled Deepti.

“Shut the fuck up, Bitch!” shouted Kishen at the top of his voice. As though his voice was breaking free of something that suppressed it.

“AAAWOOOO,” the doggo howled in excitement just then.

“Watch me decimate your mistress,” Kishen shouted at the doggo while still pumping Deepti hard.

The observer part of Kishen wanted to break off and break down laughing after hearing the howl. But that part was far too weak with the transcendental insurgence of his new avatar.

That moment on, Kishen was fully carried away in testing his limits in inflicting pleasurable pain and in getting down and dirty. Holding Deepti by the neck, he kissed her deep and hard that her lips started to swell.

He head-fucked her on the bed like a maniac. With the affirmation that he wouldn’t stop even if her neck sprained. He thrust his tool deep in her mouth and held it there while he kept her nose pinched from breathing.

“Femdom Whore,” “Slut Cunt.” “Sadistic Horny Bitch,” Kishen hurled at Deepti throughout their long session. She couldn’t get enough it, just like Manoj sir.

Kishen somehow couldn’t stop himself from biting harder. Deepti’s lips, earlobes, nipples and even her clit. He aggressively licked her pussy clean like the wrapper of melted chocolate candy. His tongue didn’t even spare a millimetre of her gaping butthole.

Like a horny beast, he tried to widen her asshole by stretching it with the ‘claws’ of his hands and voraciously tongue fucking it. He fist fucked her vagina like his hands were the shaft of a motor. Kishen’s uninhibited flogging was hard.

At the end of the session, red lines crisis-crossed her dusky, smooth breasts, butt cheeks, bareback, plump thighs, and abdomen. It took quite a few ejaculations—some even without a drop of cum–and exhaustion for Kishen to return to his normal self.

Manoj sir and Deepti witnessed Kishen evolve from the tender and innocent love-maker, who just surrendered his virginity the other day, to a ruthless lust monger. They knew that he would later come to his senses and be guilty and ashamed of his newfound aggressive sexual potential.

They hoped he would learn to tame it in time and with enough experience. Enough to match with the tolerance- and tenderness-factor of his partners. They were aware of the possibility that he might also balance out his tendencies with a craving to be on the submissive end of BDSM, like Manoj sir.

They weren’t sure how things would turn out. No one can be sure, for that matter. But they knew that he was also embarking on a journey similar to what they’d been through.

The session ended with Manoj sir being freed of his physical bondage. But not his character, yet. He was made to lick Kishen’s cum off Deepti’s face and body. Under Deepti’s command, he was even made to drink the water that a ‘tired’ Kishen poured into Deepti’s butthole with a straw.

Manoj sir then followed her to the bathroom. She peed on his face while stroking and blowing him in the 69 position. Kishen watched Manoj sir shiver from cumming explosively.

“You see that, Kishen? That’s the beauty of edging,” said Deepti.

Kishen found it all the more arousing. He began wondering what it would feel like to be at the receiving end like Manoj sir. Manoj sir came out of his submissive character and got his piss-drenched body up from the bathroom tiles.

“Whew, that was a unique experience. Thank you so so much, Kishen beta. We need to talk a bit before you can finish,” said Manoj sir.

As a token of gratitude, the two males worked together to finger Deepti on the bathroom floor until she cum again. The three of them then proceed to shower.

The time was nearing midnight.

Deepti went back to being the soft-spoken, husband-respecting being. So did Manoj sir, sporting his de-facto natural personality that commanded everyone’s respect. On the other hand, Kishen gained newfound knowledge of his sexuality.

“What the fuck was I doing?” Kishen wondered.

Deepti and Manoj sir noticed that. Having come ‘down to earth’, Kishen was becoming embarrassingly aware of his aggressive sexual tendencies. He had seen all over Deepti’s body, the marks of the flogging he inflicted on her like a maniac.

Seeing him apologetic, they advised him on the importance of ‘taming’ his tendencies. They conveyed how it is something that’s not to be ashamed of.

“I have been so pleasurably worn and torn that nothing can probably hurt me anymore, Kishen. I may be wrong, though. It would be good to be considerate of everyone’s safety, especially if you are not aware of the sexual wavelength of your partner. Let’s see how you perform next time,” said Deepti.

“The way we on-boarded you was also abrupt. I was winging in. It usually involves a lot of intimacy, normal sex, and discussion. There ought to have been a safe word communicated to you,” said Manoj sir. “Like how we on-boarded Neetu.”

Kishen learned that the younger the person fucking Deepti or BDSM-ing Manoj sir, the more aroused he becomes. He learned how Deepti worked to pique Neetu’s interest in being a dominatrix to Manoj sir soon after she turned 19. Neetu honoured it as recently as the day she took Kishen’s virginity.

“There is something special about how her pointy high-heels penetrate my bottom,” remarked Manoj sir. Reminiscing his BDSM sessions with Neetu.

“Would you have expected me to dominate you, Manoj?” asked Kishen.

“Please address him as sir, as you used to call him, Kishen. Nothing changes once we are out of the session” interrupted Deepti.

“I’m sorry. ‘Manoj sir’?” Kishen corrected himself.

“Appreciate it, Kishen. And to answer your question, no. I would not have wanted that. Male-on-male domination is not my thing. But I love to see my dominating mistress being dominated over. Do you get what I mean? You did just the right thing.” answered Manoj sir.

“Yes, sir,” Kishen added.

“You don’t need to call me sir all the time. Just make sure you exhibit respect, like before. That would be more than enough,” responded Manoj sir.

Deepti also told Kishen how Manoj sir equally enjoys the normal kind of sex. She is very selective in ‘involving’ people with the right mentality and integrity in their BDSM session. Kishen understood that she would in no way risk Manoj sir being judged for his very natural tendencies.

“I planned to have Neetu deliberately bad-mouth Manoj earlier today to test your character,” added Deepti.

Deepti also expressed to Kishen the idea of a BDSM foursome involving Neetu.

Kishen wondered if they knew his and Neetu’s parents were fucking. He didn’t care to ask. The subject no longer qualified to be the sensation until a couple of days before when he was a sex-starved virgin. He had his sexual indulgences and secrets now.

He felt he should uncover his parents’ secrets rather than involve anyone. He knew that they’d planned something for Saturday, the next day. Besides, he also understood from Deepti and Manoj sir how sexual indulgences ought to have certain discretion.

Kishen decided not to reveal anything about Manoj sir and Deepti to Tariq or his friends until he was sure it would not harm them remotely.

Kishen couldn’t wait to meet Neetu and thank her for everything she did for him. But she had already gone to her in-laws, and he hadn’t the slightest clue as to when she would come back.

Kishen stayed back at Manoj sir’s home for the night. He slept on the sofa, wearing a lungi that Manoj sir lent him. As he was leaving, he asked Deepti if she could return Usha’s used pantie that he flicked.

“That has already been made impure by my hubby. I will give you another one,” said Deepti. She returned to her room with a shoebox containing a few used panties.

“Take one pantie, but don’t look,” Deepti instructed playfully.

Deepti’s panties would serve him equally well in his alone time. He picked one and stuffed in his pocket.

“I am guessing you’d return Usha aunty’s pantie to Neetu. Please don’t tell that I stole it or that I have feelings for her mom,” replied Kishen.

“I don’t think she would mind. I don’t know. But don’t worry. I wont tell. I will manage. And we’ll return your shorts after washing,” assured Deepti as she and Manoj sir sent Kishen off.

Walking back to his house and recollecting the events that transpired, Kishen was struck by a few surprising realizations.

“That was Deepti’s panties in Usha aunty’s heap of dirty laundry, wasn’t it? How did it get there? How had Manoj sir recognized the smell of Usha aunty’s panties?!? Why didn’t these occur to me earlier?

To be continued. Reach me at [email protected] for feedback and casual messaging.

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Coming to the story, Rashmi is the heroine of this story. Rashmi was born and brought up in Bangalore. She belonged to one of the wealthiest families with loads of ancestral properties. The family wealth made Rashmi grow as an attitude girl.

She spent lavishly enjoying her teenage to the fullest. She found no interest in her studies. Rashmi was one of the naughty girls in her college. She switched her boyfriends with the moody wishes of her mind.

Rashmi’s father was a very rigid, old-fashioned, and righteous man. Rashmi had to hide her college affairs from her parents. Lots of relatives surrounded Rashmi’s family as they were rich.

One of her relatives had brought Rashmi’s affairs to the notice of her father. Her father became furious and whipped her up. Rashmi had promised her father she won’t be roaming with any boys.

Instead of keeping up with the promise Rashmi went a step ahead by losing her virginity. Rashmi’s boyfriends belonged to elite families. Even after changing multiple boyfriends, she always felt something a miss. She started getting attracted to rusty, dark, manly rugged boys (Especially slum boys)

She controlled this urge out of the scare of her dad. By mistake, at the age of 22, she became pregnant. She quickly went for an abortion without the knowledge of her parents. Her father was a very big man in society. A few days after the abortion, he came to know about it.

He immediately stopped her college. He confiscated her phone to cut off all her social media access, and house arrested her. Her father told Rashmi about his decision to marry her off. Her father urgently discussed with many individuals in his community and found a guy.

The guy was around 12 years older than Rashmi. He was managing a huge farm at Kanakapura in Bangalore. Rashmi fought against the decision of her dad. Rashmi agreed when her father started crying in front of her. She married Puneet as per her dad’s wishes.

Puneet was successful in satisfying his sexual urges of Rashmi. Rashmi was a very beautiful girl. Puneet felt very lucky to have her in his life. Rashmi being a college slut knew how to make Puneet her pet dog.

Puneet fell for the deep love and beauty of Rashmi. Rashmi was indeed a hot girl. Puneet banged her in all the positions and exotic locations. Rashmi started living a satisfied family life with Puneet.

Puneet renovated the house, adding an independent floor for Rashmi. He appointed workers for all the household chores. Rashmi lived a luxurious satisfied life.

After 5 years of marriage, Rashmi is a mother of two kids. Puneet was not able to fuck her as madly as was at the beginning days of her marriage. These days Puneet’s dick hardly stays hard for more than a minute. Rashmi opted for Puneet’s love over sexual hunger.

One night, Rashmi was feeling very horny. She told her husband to come home early. Puneet’s cock did not cooperate to fulfil Rashmi. Puneet was very poor in foreplay too. Rashmi was so horny that she pushed Puneet’s head between her heavy thighs to lick her pussy and clitoris.

Puneet licked for some time but did not make Rashmi cum. She was very unsatisfied. She smiled at Puneet, not to disappoint him. She checked the clock, and the time was 11 at night.

She was very upset and frustrated. She wore a jacket and strolled out onto the dark agricultural field. The weather was very cold, with a cool breeze. She walked slowly, shivering. After walking for a while, she stopped dead on hearing the sounds of the moans of a lady.

Her subconscious recognized the sounds of the moan. But she couldn’t believe it without seeing. Rashmi thought for a second and decided to return home. As she turned to go home, her horny mind stopped her.

She removed her sandals and walked barefoot silently towards the source of the moan. She froze on seeing a tall man pumping a lady in the doggy vigorously. Oh god! Her pussy instantly became wet, and her mouth became dry.

She could not recognize the tall, dark man pumping none other than her maid Ratnamma. Rashmi stares with popped-out eyes and an open mouth. The dark man was not Ratnamma’s husband because Rashmi knew him, and he looked in his early 30s. Ratnamma, on the other hand, was around 47 years of age.

The dark man had pulled Ratnamma’s hair forcefully in one hand and pumped his cock harder with a sound of a thump. Rashmi had her heartbeat rise seeing the hard pumps of the dark man.

Rashmi continued to see the hard fuck in doggy style. After a few thrusts, the dark man pulled out his gigantic cock. Rashmi had her mouth open, seeing the thick nervy cock. Rashmi’s hands involuntarily travel down between her legs towards her pussy.

The dark man turned Ratnamma around, and his big hands started squeezing the huge saggy boobs of Ratnamma. Ratnamma was enjoying the fuck with loud, pleasured moans. Rashmi saw that the dark man had spread Ratnamma’s saree over the muddy ground.

Ratnamma opened her legs wide apart. The dark man held the legs and lifted them. Rashmi started caressing her wet, flared pussy lips. The dark man positioned his cock and drove the cock into her slowly. He then started drilling harder and harder to loud pleasure moans.

Rashmi, in no time, had her pussy slimy with cum, hearing the moans and huge breaths of the dark man. After a long drill, the dark man pulled out his cock. The man grabbed Ratnamma’s boobs and squeezed them. His other hand shook his cock to cum.

Ratnamma caught the dick of the dark man, and she started sucking the hairy dark cock. Rashmi stood in the dark, watching this wild encounter. She started imagining getting drilled like a slut in an unkempt location like the one in front of her.

Rashmi squeezed her huge tits with one hand, and her other hand massaged her pussy. Seeing the housemaid suck the cock of a younger man made Rashmi slutty. Rashmi started fingering her warm pussy. Ratnamma’s blowjob made the cock harder again.

The dark man made the maid kneel and spread her legs wide apart. He grabbed the sides of her thighs and pushed his hard cock with a huge thrust again. Ratnamma gave a pleasured moan. Hearing the moan of Ratnamma made Rashmi shoot her cum.

The dark man had a huge erection and was much thicker than her husband. Rashmi’s heartbeat was racing as the dark man continued pumping her maid harder and harder. Rashmi did not feel right and walked back home.

Rashmi’s eyes could doze off the whole night. She tried to hug and play with her hubby’s cock. The memory of the dark man’s cock was running through her head. Her husband’s cock did not bulge while she played.

She felt very disappointed and went to shower. She poured chilling cold water to reduce the body heat generated by the incident between her maid and the dark man. She dried herself and returned to bed. She covered herself in the thick blanket but had no sleep yet.

She then fingered herself, relishing the moments in the field, and cum, drenching her underpants. Sleep came to her in the early hours of the morning. The next day she explained the incident to her closest Bangalore Tamil friend Priyanka.

Priyanka suggested Rashmi on exploring getting banged by the dark man. Rashmi could not go out of the house because her husband catered to all her needs. She was unsure of the secrecy the dark man could hold. Cheating with the dark man would only end up breaking her marriage.

Priyanka then suggested to Rashmi that she could return to her old boyfriends. They will go crazy to satisfy her. But Rashmi was not interested in having sex with any of her old boyfriends. Rashmi was aroused and horny that she needed someone to fuck her madly and satisfy her sexual urges.

But she needed all this safe and secret. Priyanka introduced Rashmi to me through telegram. Priyanka was a regular reader friend of mine. But I have not got a chance to fuck and taste Priyanka. Priyanka being a married lady, was a chat friend of mine.

She loved chatting about her fantasies, like cuckold sex and sex with a stranger in her husband’s next room (adventure sex). Rashmi read some of my stories and agreed to meet. We exchanged pictures before meeting through the telegram app in self-destruct.

Rashmi was a hot Indian Milf with hefty assets. She was a very fair-skinned lady with huge tits and a wide shaky ass. I had an instant boner seeing her picture. I immediately replied to her that I was interested in her. She, too, liked my picture and agreed to meet.

Rashmi was staying at Kanakapura, which is around 70 km from my place, a one-and-a-half-hour drive. Rashmi’s husband was into politics, a famous personality I was unaware of. Rashmi explained the plan.

Rashmi was part of a huge family staying in a Bungalow surrounded by agricultural land with a ragi plantation.

In the next part: Reach the location with full plantation green lands. Hurried breathless wild kissing inside and around Banana plantations. Milky huge breasts squeezed to a pulp and thumped her hard over the mud to shouts of moans. Eating her fair-toned body every bit.

Thank you, all ISS readers.

Hi all, myself Bala an IT engineer currently working in NJ, USA. I am a normal built person with a 6-inch long and 3-inch thick dick.

Without any delay, let’s get into the story that happened recently. After submitting my last story, I was not expecting any feedback or calls for sex. One day, I got a chat request from Naina. We had a very slow interaction in the beginning. I wasn’t sure if she want to have sex with me or just writing for feedback or just a fake person pretending to be a lady.

Anyways, I took a chance and we chatted for a few days like normal stuff and got to know each other. One day, I asked for a pic of her and waited for half a day and didn’t get any reply. I thought it was a fake person and tried to ignore the chat.

The next day when I was at work and had some free time, I just went to Google chat without any expectations. I had a message waiting along with a picture. In the picture, this beautiful 37-year-old desi housewife was wearing a black saree with loose curly hair and some light makeup.

From looking at the pic, I realized the woman in the pic was a classy lady. But I still had doubts as it could just be a picture downloaded from the internet. With that suspicion in the back of my mind, I continued to chat. But I couldn’t resist and asked if the pic was real and asked for a video call. She agreed to it.

It was a Saturday morning around 11. I was sitting in my car and started video-calling her. I was like, no, she is not going to answer. But she answered it and there was a beautiful woman in pajamas sitting on a couch and drinking coffee. I couldn’t believe my eyes, she was even more beautiful without any make-up and even skinnier than in the saree.

I praised her beauty and got along well and chatted for a few minutes and hung up. Our chats became regular and one day, I asked her, “What is it that you seek from these conversations?”

She didn’t answer and kept skipping the topic every time I brought it up. So I assumed this sexy desi housewife might be interested in having sex with me but feeling shy to tell to me.

Then I openly said, “I want to fuck you hard and rough in all holes.” She didn’t say anything, so I took that as a passive yes and went talking dirty boldly.

After a while, she agreed to meet me but not without giving me some trouble. I suggested a place near me as I couldn’t host at my place for some reason. She suggested an even better hotel in NYC with the Hudson River view in midtown.

So I booked the room for the date and we agreed to meet. After making the reservations, I suggested Tamana to bring a friend or her husband if she was comfortable with it. She showed me another picture of her friend Naina. Naina was a friend of her same age with beautiful curves. Her lips were so sexy and like a bow. I was really attracted to Naina’s lips. Man, they were such beautiful soft lips anyone would like to kiss and suck those lips forever and ever.

I suggested that Tania bring Naina along with her. She said she will try and I persuaded her to create a group chat with Naina. Soon, we became good friends and were getting along well.

The planned day came and the plan was to meet at the hotel. Tamana and Naina were coming from Seattle to NYC. I went to the hotel and checked in afternoon as I requested an early check-in.

I was waiting for them to show up. My heart started beating fast with all the excitement. After some 30 minutes, I received a call from Tamana and I went to receive and bring them to the room.

We met in the lobby, I was really shocked to see these two beauties. Tamana and Naina were two beautiful women. They were waiting in the lobby, sitting on the couch. They were very classy and elegant.

We greeted each other and started to walk to our suite room. Let me tell you about the suite room, it comes with a mini-bar and jacuzzi but was very pricy. But it was worth it to pay for these beautiful women.

Soon after we entered the room, we started talking about how the journey was and other stuff. I checked the minibar and poured 3 glasses of whiskey for all 3 of us. We gulped it bottoms up. Naina wanted to take a shower badly and excused herself to take shower.

I and Tamana were facing each other. I slowly started moving close to her to keep the conversation going. Tamana kept talking but it was not getting into my head because I was really horny after seeing those desi women and my dick had become hard.

I stepped away and fixed another glass for each of us. We did bottoms up again, this time a small drop of whiskey got away from her mouth and was stuck at the corner in between her lips. I went close to her and licked it. She was surprised by it. I was not sure what came over me. She was shocked and asked for another pour of whiskey. I fixed a glass and handed it over to her. She drank it again in one go but this time, there was no drop left.

I wanted to kiss her so I took advantage like the last time and went close to lick it again. But she stopped me and said, “What are you doing?”

I said I don’t want to let the sweetest whiskey drop fall from your mouth and started kissing her lips slowly and sucking them. After a couple of minutes, she started responding too and before we knew it, we were fighting with our tongues and exchanging saliva.

Then I moved my hands to her boobs and measured them, they were big 34D. I started pressing her boobs and slowly moved my hand inside her top over the bra. She was wearing a lace bra from the touch of it.

I kept kissing her and put my hand inside her bra and moved toward her nipples. I felt her nipple getting hard. I pinched it with my two fingers and she moaned in my mouth. I took it as a sign and kept pressing her boobs hard. Every time I squeezed her nipples, the hot desi Indian housewife moaned in my mouth.

I finally broke the kiss and asked her to remove the top, which she removed. As soon as she removed her top, my eyes glued to her cleavage which was very white. It was like a valley between two mountains.

I went straight to her cleavage and kissed there. Slowly, I moved to her nipples and started giving small bites over the lace bra, making it wet with my saliva.

I did not bother to ask her and removed the shoulder straps and moved her bra down and started sucking those nipples and giving small bites in between. Every time I bit her nipple, she made a small noise as if she was breathing through her mouth and pressing my head more toward her boobs. All this time, we were doing it while standing.

Then I made her sit on the bed and kneeled down to suck her boobs directly. I was sucking and kneading her breasts like dough. I made her lie down and went back to her lips and smooched again. Now I was kissing all over her face and I was on her right side lying on the bed and kissing all over her face. I slowly went to her ears. My hot breath over her ears made her horny and I also liked to kiss and suck her ears and earlobes. It always worked like a magic on sensitive women.

I was sucking her ears and making her even hornier than she was. While doing all this, I was pressing her boobs and pinching her nipples. Then I moved my hand over her leggings, right over the pussy, and kind of sensed that it became bet. I said to her, “You are really horny, and seems like you want a rough pounding.”

She didn’t respond but kept quiet. I didn’t bother or care to ask and inserted my hand in her leggings and started to rub over her panties and feel the pussy. After a few seconds, I really felt a wet patch on her panty. I moved her panty from the side and touched it with my fingers and she jerked a bit.

I continued sucking her ears, earlobes, and neckline from right to left and left to right while playing with her pussy and rubbing my fingers over her pussy. I was running my middle finger along the length of her pussy and felt the warmth.

Now I understood the desi housewife was in a lot of heat and inserted one finger in her pussy and started doing to-and-fro motion at the entrance of her hole. Slowly, I inserted one finger in her pussy and fucked her with my fingers and went back to kissing her lips.

She held my head and started kissing me back. I increased my pace of finger penetration and also did tongue fighting with a kiss. I inserted my pointing finger along with my middle finger and it went in smoothly because her pussy was already wet. She didn’t feel any discomfort. I took it as a sign and finger-fucked her while playing with her tongue.

Our tongues kept overlapping and touching each other for dominance. I increased my finger penetration speed without telling her and now she started to moan loudly in my mouth. I broke the kiss and finger fucked her fast and rough without any mercy. I could feel her G-spot with my middle finger. Every time I touched her G-spot, she was arching back and moaned loudly.

I kept finger fucking her and pressing her boobs hard until she released a huge load of white discharge in her pussy while holding the sheets really hard with her hands and making my fingers look as if they were taken from inside a maida just mixed with water.

I removed my fingers and started licking my fingers. They were a bit salty. I let her catch her breath and then went on my knees again to check her pussy. A small white discharge was coming out of her pulsating pussy hole. I couldn’t resist anymore and started licking her discharge with my tongue and then into my mouth.

After cleaning out all that was coming out of her pussy hole, I kept kissing her pussy and started eating her pussy while she was resting on the bed with her feet over my shoulders. I kept licking, eating and giving small bites in between, and finally, I inserted my tongue in her pussy and started tongue-fucking the desi housewife.

She had just released a huge load but I also wanted to hear her moan loudly and release in my mouth directly this time. So I went back to licking the pussy along the vertical lips and made my way down to the bottom of her pussy.

I gave a kiss between her pussy and ass hole and noticed she jerked a bit. Slowly, I started sucking her pussy from top to bottom right before her ass hole. Sometimes in between, I even go further down to her ass hole.

After a few seconds, I spread her ass cheeks and inserted my tongue in her ass hole. She gave a small moan and jerked. I took it as a positive sign and kept doing it until she got into the mood again. She fucked my mouth while she held my head almost as if she was pushing a vibrator in her ass hole herself.

Now she started moaning loudly and I went back to her pussy hole by spreading her lips and licking her pussy interior. She held my head and did it herself and came inside my mouth directly with a huge moan.

After that, I stood up as my knees were paining from the continuous licking. I could also use a drink because she released a huge load directly in my mouth and I swallowed it. A minor discomfort in my throat, so I fixed a drink for myself and poured another for Tamana. But she refused to drink anymore and stated that she might fall asleep because of the drinks and the feeling to relax after cumming so much.

So I suggested her give me a blowjob to not fall asleep. She got on her knees quickly and started pulling my pants and undies together. (As I mentioned earlier, I have a 6-inch dick. I would not say I have a large dick or fuck for hours like some people. I will keep the story real and narrate how it happened.)

She looked at my semi-erect penis and said, “It is not that big.”

I told her it will be hard once she start to suck and asked her to suck it slowly. She started with kisses and was doing it as if she was giving a handjob. She was sucking the head sometimes.

I quickly grabbed my phone and put on a blowjob porn video to show her how I wanted it. She asked me not to cum in her mouth and I agreed to that.

The slutty Indian housewife started doing it just like in the video, licking along the length of the dick and giving kisses in a circular motion around the dick. As she started doing it, my dick became hard and my foreskin started to release my penis head as if it was a mushroom growing out of the land.

I held her head and kept fucking her mouth. The warmth in her mouth made me excited and I was close to climax. It had always been my fantasy to release in the mouth while fucking the mouth. I was doing it so fast as if I was masturbating myself but deep-throat fucking her.

I almost reached climax and still kept doing it. When I was really close to ejaculating, I inserted deep for one last time and cum started coming out. I shot 2 or 3 drops in her throat but then I removed it quickly and gave a cum-facial to Tamana.

Will the desi housewife Tamana get mad or what did she do after that? How did I fuck the two beauties in the shower and anal fucked Naina in the shower! That is a story for next time.

Please note that except for names, everything else is true in my story. I would really appreciate feedback and possible couples, or unsatisfied females looking for a bull experience. Please reach out to me at [email protected]

I want to introduce you to the main characters of this story first.

My mom, Padma is a 45-year-old housewife living in Idukki District in Kerala. She is 5 foot 2 inches, big boobed, nice ass, and wears nighties at home and sarees when she goes out. Her measurements would be 36DD-32-36. She takes good care of herself.

My mom does yoga and maintains a healthy routine to stay fit. Even after two C-sections, she has a nice tummy someone would like to grab. She has a good sexual relationship with her husband. They have sex at least twice a week. They were high school sweethearts, and she hadn’t been with another man.

Her husband does only missionary sex and that is all that she knew and liked. She hasn’t tried any kinky stuff yet.

Padma is the eldest daughter-in-law at her in-law’s place and was highly regarded by everyone in the family. Everyone respected her very much. She was married to the eldest son in the family, and there are a total of 6 brothers and 5 sisters in the family.

The younger brothers love to ogle at her whenever they got a chance. They were very scared of their elder brother and usually stayed away. Padma noticed it and caught a few of them staring at her assets but never reacted and acted as if nothing happened.

Her husband’s younger siblings were at least 20 years younger than him. That means at least 10-15 years younger than her. She only saw them as young men and thought it was normal for them to ogle. She also loved the attention.

She also noticed that her son was growing up and was interested in girls of his age. He will always have a few girlfriends to talk about all the time. She knew he was sexually active as she had noticed cum-stained bed sheets from his bed and also got a glimpse of his morning wood at least a few times a week when she had to wake him for college. She knew he was well-hung like her husband from the tent he would make with the blanket before he woke up. She was happy that he would be able to satisfy his partners well.

Ajay (me) – The son – I am 19 years old, 5 feet 10 inches, and lean. I love the opposite gender. I loved and respected my sister and mother a lot.

My dad’s younger brother showed me my first porno movie. I felt like it was chosen for me. In the video, a mother, son, and daughter were having sex. The mother was seen grabbing the boy’s cock and stroking it while the boy squeezed her boobs and later sucked them. The mother later sucked her son’s cock and taught her daughter to suck him.

I could feel my head go numb and cock get hard. I replaced the characters in the video with my mom and sister. I imagined my mom and sister naked, playing with my cock and sucking it, and I later took turns to fuck them.

I used the restroom and masturbated violently, almost calling out my mother’s name! It was the first time I had masturbated. Streams of cum flew from my cock. I couldn’t handle the jerk. I felt weak on my knees. I now had created a mental image of my naked mother. Her big boobs and fleshy thighs and hairy pussy. I imagined her having a slutty smile inviting me to fuck her pussy.

I remained hard for a long time before I slept that night. After that, I watched many porn videos that night, but this video stayed with me. I started masturbating to my mother, Padma’s naked body. Even though I imagined my sister naked, I was turned on by my sexy mother.

After coming home the next day, I started noticing my mother – her features, lips, face, eyes, and big boobs that were pushing through her nightie. I realized that Padma wasn’t wearing any bra, like every other Indian housewife at home. I could see mom’s boobs sway when she bent down while doing housework.

I noticed my mother like a woman. I was checking out her ass and imagining how she would look if she bent over and spread her ass. I so badly wanted to see her naked. I didn’t know what I wanted to do next. Maybe all I wanted to do was see if my voluptuous mother would match up to the naked image I had built in my head.

I peeped and even saw my mom taking a bath. She was completely naked. Her melons looked beautiful, swaying as she was bathing. They weren’t sagging. They were a perfect 10, just like my mother.

She had a flat stomach and a trimmed pussy. She didn’t have a big butt, but it looked perfect. I was happy to see her naked. She closely resembled the naked image I built about her.

After watching her bathe a few times, I stopped it. I didn’t know what I wanted from her. Right then, she was just easy access to a mature woman I could see naked, nothing more.

One day, while studying for my exams, I overheard what sounded like my parents having sex. I was so excited that I wanted to hear them clearly and maybe see them. I rushed to the adjacent room and tried to peep. I couldn’t see much, the lights were off.

From the light outside the house, I could see my father, Girish arching over my mother. Her legs were on his shoulder and he was fucking her nice and hard. My mother was moaning in a very low tone. That was when Girish started grabbing her boob and sucking them very hard and maybe even bit her nipple. Padma let out a loud moan filled with pain and pleasure.

I stood there with a rock-hard cock while hearing my father sucking my mother’s big boobs most sloppily and hungrily. I imagined my mother’s boobs wet from all the saliva from my father.

Over the years, my interest in Padma changed. I kept watching porn movies and started replacing porn actresses with my sex goddess of a mother, Padma. I started masturbating to her more, imagining her in those porn scenes. I started watching more and more videos of mature women with young guys.

I didn’t like other mature women, I only liked to see young men with mature older women. I was slowly thinking of myself with my mother. I hadn’t told myself that. I was fine seeing my father fucking her. I would watch porn with rough sex and imagine my sext mother being fucked like that and masturbate hard.

The thought of my mother being fucked that hard was exciting for me. I wanted to hear her moan and scream with pleasure. I was yet to see myself behind my mother, pulling her hair and fucking her like a bitch. Thinking of her naked and being fucked like a slut was enough. Who was fucking her was immaterial.

She just had to be fucked, maybe even degraded and humiliated. I loved the idea. I also wanted my mom to know that I was growing up. I would show Padma my morning wood when she would come to wake me up. I had seen my mother stand near me and admire the tent my cock made for a moment before calling my name and waking me up.

Narrated by Rahul

Waqt guzarta gaya. Par naahi maa aunty ke taraf se kuch pahal ho rahi thi mere taraf. Naa hi Bharti mere kisi message ka jawab de rahi thi maa ke kamre se.

Kareeb 9:30 baje hum sab khana khaye. Bharti aur aunty ekdam chup the. Sirf main aur maa hi yaha waha ki baate kar rahe the. Khane ke baad waqt tha apne kamre mein jaane ka. Par ab bhi mujhe kuch nahi pata tha ki aaj raat ka plan kya hai.

Kareeb 10:30 baj rahe the aur main apne kamre mein araam se apne bistar par leta hua tha. Bharti maa ke kamre mein thi. Maa aur aunty kitchen mein bache kaam khatm kar rahe the. Kuch der baad room ka darwaza khula aur aunty andar aayi.

Aunty mujhe dekh muskurayi aur fir ayine mein dekh apne baal sawarne lagi. Tab jakar main poocha: Aunty, aaj raat kya plan hai?

Aunty palat kar mujhe honto par ungli rakh chup rahne ka ishara di. Fir woh apni choti nighty ko thoda upar ki. Apni panty kheech nikal kar mujhe dekhi aur mere taraf phek kar boli: Shhh, awaaz mat karo.

Woh wapas apni nighty theek ki aur mere paas aakar mere bagal mein laet rajaayi ke andar aa gayi.

Main: Kya hua aunty? Light band kare?

Aunty: Shhh, kuch der ruko. Bharti us kamre mein hi hai, use so jane do uske baad bataungi kya plan hai.

Main: Ab ye kaise pata chalega ki woh soyi ya nahi.

Aunty: Bass kuch der ruko fir main jakar dekh aungi.

Agle 15–20-minute hum kuch nahi kiye. Aunty ko ab bhi chinta thi ki unki beti ko kuch pata na chale. Par unhe kya pata tha ki unke peet peeche unki beti sab jaanti hai. Aur mere aur maa ke sath maze bhi ki hai.

Fir aunty bistar se uthi aur fir mujhse dheemi awaaz mein boli: Main dekh kar aati hun.

Woh thodi aage badi aur fir mud kar muskurati hui boli: Kapde nikal kar taiyar ho jao tum.

Woh fir kamre se bahar gayi. Main uthkar jaldi se apna t-shirt aur short khol poora nanga hokar rajaayi mein wapas laet gaya. Socha chalo maa ya Bharti to nahi, aaj aunty ke sath raat ke maze lunga. Achche se unki choot ki chudayi karunga.

Ek minute baad aunty wapas kamre mein aayi aur darwaza bandkar bistar ke paas aakar boli: Ab chinta nahi, Bharti so gayi.

Main: Aur maa?

Aunty: Woh mere room mein jaate hi uthi dekhne ke liye. Par Sarika se mujhe pareshani nahi.

Woh vaseline ka dabba bed ke kone mein rakhi to main poocha: Ye kya. ye kiss liye?

Aunty: Uff ye aise hi uthali, uske kamre mein gayi to kuch aur bahana mili nahi aur fir…

Main: Aur fir? Kya?

Aunty ek hi baar apni nighty upar kheech nikal poori nangi hokar mere samne khadi boli: Aur fir… pata hai kya?

Main: Boliye na.

Aunty rajayi ko pakad mere upar se hatayi. Bistar par chadhti hui mere taraf peet dikhayi. Mere upar se hoti hui apne ghutne mere chhati ke idd-gid rak baithi. Unki madmast badi gand theek mere muh ke upar thi.

Woh sar peeche kar mujhe dekh boli: Aaj tum mere sath kuch naya karoge. Issi liye shayad vaseline ki zarurat padegi.

Main samajh gaya woh kya kah rahi thi. Ye soch mera lund tamtamata hua uchal pada. Woh apni gand chudhwane ki baat kar rahi thi. Main uttejit ho utha. Jaise hi kuch bolne gaya woh mere muh par apni gand ki darar rakh mujhe chup kara gayi.

Woh aage jhuki aur mere lund ko hath mein lekar apne kaam mein lag gayi.
Hum dono 69 position mein the. Woh mere lund ko choos rahi thi. Sath hi apni gand aur choot mere muh se ragad kar mujhse chatwa rahi thi.

Aunty ki ye baat kafi uttejnaatmak lagti hai. Ek taraf woh kafi sahaj aur sharmily hai. Par dusri taraf sex ke maamle mein asal chudakkad aurat bhi. Woh apni bhaari gand mere muh par dabayi.

Na mujhe kuch bolne de rahi thi na hi theekse saans lene. Bass gand achche se chatwa rahi thi aur mere lund ko nichod-nichod ke choos rahi thi. Main bhi achche se aunty ki choot ke sath gand chaat ke de raha tha.

Akhir ab jakar aunty mujhse gand chudhwane ko raazi hui. To unki chudhwane wali gand ki pooja to zaroori thi. Apni jeeb ko nokili kar unki kasi hui ched mein dhakel kar chaat raha tha.

Woh uske barabar maze mere lund ko muh mein lekar de rahi thi. 5-minute baad jakar woh mere chehre se uthi aur main chain se saans le paya. Mere lund ko hath mein lekar thook ke sath sahlati hui woh poochi: Kya hua? Dam ghut gaya tumhara?

Main apna muh pochte hue bola: Agar aise aap ghotogi to mein ghutne ko taiyaar hun.

Kavita aunty: Achcha ye baat hai?

Main: Haan aur waise bhi muh par baithana mujhe bohut pasand hai.

Aunty apne ghutno par uthi aur mere taraf aati hui boli: Aisa hai to ab mere samne karo tum.

Woh firse mere chehre ke upar se apne ghutne mere sar ke agal bagal rakh apni choot mere muh mein dedi. Main bade chaaw se unki choot chaat-chaat kar unka namkeen rass ka sevan karne laga.

Woh halki aahe deti, kamar aage peeche hilati hui, mere muh aur naak par choot ragarkar maza lene lagi. Unki choot kafi geeli ho rahi thi. Woh apna sara rass mere muh par laga laga kar de rahi thi.

Main bass jeeb bahar nikal jo bhi mila chaatta gaya. Aunty ke umar ki aurat mere muh par jabaran baith apni choot khila rahi thi. Isse zyada uttejnatmak cheez aur kya hogi. Mera lund uttejna ke mare tann kar loha bann gaya tha.

Kuch der baad aunty mere muh se uth kar hati aur boli: To ab?

Main bola: Ab aapki choot ki chudayi…

Aunty: Uff… pata nahi kaise aise gande shabd bol lete ho.

Main apna hath badaya aur unke boobs dabakar bola: Karne mein aapko bura nahi lagta main bolu to ganda. Aap bhi bolke dekho maza aayega.

Aunty: Nahi-nahi, karna theek hai. Bolna ajeeb lagega.

Main unke sar ke peeche hath rakh bola: Tab to main kuch nahi karunga.

Aunty: Woh kyu?

Main: Aapko ganda lagta haina, aap bolo apne muh se to karunga.

Aunty muskurayi aur mere seene ko sahlati hui boli: Offo. Rahul zid mat karo, chalo ab karo mere sath.

Main: Nahi. bolo. Tab karunga kuch.

Aunty hath neeche le gayi aur mere lund ko pakad boli: Please Rahul, uthona.

Main bhaaw khata hua upar ceiling fan dekhne laga. Aunty mere tane lund par ek thappad lagayi aur mere paas akar boli: Ja, aaj tujhe main apni choot chudne bhi nahi dungi.

Unke muh se choot shabd sunn mera lund jhatka de mara. Aunty muskurakar aage boli: Kyu ki… tum sirf meri gand chudoge… ab khush!

Sachme aunty ke muh se gande shabd sunne ka bhi apna hi maza hai. Main khushi ke mare dant dikhakar muskurane laga to aunty boli: Chalo utho aur chodo meri gand.

Meri uttejna itni bad gayi ki bass ab to aunty ki gand maarke phaad hi dunga.

Main utha aur bola: Chaliye pahle aap paet ke bal laetiye.

Aunty laetti hui boli: Laet ke kaise karoge?

Main: Aap pahli baar kar rahi hona?

Aunty: Haan.

Main: To pahle mujhe achche se massage karne dijiye aapki gand ki warna dard ho sakta hai.

Aunty: Massage! Waah, ye to badiya hai, waise tum bade jaankar lag rahe ho.

Main uth kar aunty ki mulayam gand ko dabata hua bola: Akhir mom ne jo sikhaya hai.

Iske baad main aunty ke jangho par ja baitha. Unke gadraye mulayam fule hue gand ko dabakar maza dete hue massage karne laga. Kuch der baad bagal mein rakhi vaseline liya.

Achche maatra mein lekar unki gand ke darar mein lagane laga. Lagata hua unki gand ki ched par vaseline ko achche se malte hue bola: Waise maa ke paas ek dusri cheez hai lagane ke liye.

Aunty: Haan pata hai mujhe.

Main: Woh kaise?

Aunty thodi hakbakati hui boli: Aa…. Woh… woh usne mujhe dikhayi thi.

Main: Mmm… to iske jagah woh le aate na.

Aunty: Are baba, ek to bahana maarke gayi mein waha. Uspar Bharti ke rahte woh sab kaise poochti.

Main: Koi baat nahi vaseline ke sath mein thoda sar pe lagane wala tael bhi laga deta hun.

Aunty: Tael bhi.

Main unki gand ki ched par vasline lagakar dheere se apni ek ungli andar ghusane laga aur bola: Haan. tael ki chiknahat se araam se jayega andar. aapko maza aa jayega.

Aunty: Ahhh. dheere.

Main dheere-dheere apni ungli unki gand mein chudne laga aur vaseline ko unki ched ke andar dhakelte hue bola: Issi liye to aunty, tael lagaya to aram se andar jayegi. ye to bas ungli hai. Sochiye lund ghusega to kya hoga.

Aunty: Mmm, tumhara mota lund jayega to meri halat kharab ho jayegi.

Main unke upar se utha aur dressing table se sar pe lagane wali tael le aaya. Unki gand par maarkar bola: Chaliye ab aap ghutno pe ho jaiye, subah wali meri gaay ke tarah.

Aunty hasti hui apne ghutno pe ghodi bani sar takiye par laga kar baith gayi aur boli: Badmash kahi ke, gaay banakar kya sab kiya tumne.

Main unke peeche ja baitha aur unke ubhare gand ko sahlata hua bola: Jo bhi kiya aisa to nahi hai ki aapko maza nahi aaya.

Kavita aunty: Theek hai baba, ab massage karo. Baate kam.

Unko meri massage achchi lag rahi thi. Main tael liya aur unki gand ki daraar mein lambi pichkari maar di. Tael unki gand ki ched se hota hua unki choot tak bah gayi.

Apne ek hath se unki gand ko pakad phailaya aur dusre se tael ki malish shuru kar di. Unki gand kafi kasi hui thi. Sachme woh shayad isse pahle gand kabhi nahi marwaayi.

Jab bhi main halke se ungli unki gand mein ghusata to woh apni ched kass leti aur meri ungli kass ke daba jati.

Main: Aunty… dheel dijiye, kasiye mat.

Kavita aunty: Mmmm… tum ghusate hoto kass jati hai.

Main: Woh apke mann mein darr hai usi liye. Dariye mat main dard nahi hone dunga.

Iske baad aunty apni gand ko dheel dete hue bahar ki aor dhakelne lagi. Unki ched kabhi andar ko sikudti to kabhi bahar ko khulti. Mano jaise unki gand meri malish par saans le rahi ho.

Aunty bhi ab samajhne lag gayi thi. Main aram se tael aur vaseline laga ungli andar bahar nikalne laga. Ek ungli aram se jane lagi to fir main 2 dalne laga.

Kavita aunty: Mmmm… ufff… kitna dal rahe ho.

Main: Aap aram se rahiye, 2 ungli dal raha hun. Iske baad 3 dalunga.

Aunty apne gand mein mere dono ungli kasti hui boli: Teen!

Main: Offo, ab aise daro mat, 3 ungli se mota hai mera lund uske liye apki ched ko taiyaar karni hogina. Aur main bola na aap bas tab mujhe rokiyega jab aapko dard ho. Chalo dheela karo ab.

Aunty apni ghabrahat chori aur dheel de di. Agle 2–3-minute na aunty kuch boli na main. Unki gand mein 2 ungli ghusate hue dheere-dheere chudne ke baad 3 ungli daal diya.

Teen ungli ke dhakelte hi aunty bol padi: Mmmm, ahhhh!

Mujhe laga aunty mujhe rokegi par aunty na mujhe rukne ko boli naahi apni gand ko kassi. Ye dekh main samajh gaya ki ab aunty bhi seekh gayi hai aur jald hi mere lund ko lene ke liye taiyaar ho jayegi.

Kuch der main apni 3 ungli unki gand mein deta hua unhe thoda aur rahat dene ke liye apne dusre hath se unki choot sahla kar dene laga. Aunty takiye mein muh dabaye masti ki siskariyo ke sath khud ko taiyaar karne lagi.

Agle 5-minute main apne haato ke kaam mein laga raha aur fir unki gand ki dheelepan se samajh gaya ki woh 3 ungli se badi cheez lene ko taiyaar hai. Main unse hato ko alag kar uthne laga.

Woh takiye se sar utha kar peeche dekh boli: Araam se karna. hadbadi nahi hai mujhe.
Main unki gand ko sahlata hua bola: Ghabraiye mat. araam se karunga aunty.
Main unke peeche ghutno par baitha aur apne lund ko unki dheeli ho chuki ched par tikaya.

Main bola: Aap lambi saans lejiye aunty. Araam se dalunga ab main, kasiyega matt.

Ye kah kar main unki kamar pakda. Apna dande jaisa tana seedha khada lund unki sabse choti ched mein utaarne laga.

Lund ka sar undar gthuste hi aunty bol padi: Ahhh! Bada hai… ruko…

Main ruk gaya, lund ke sar ko unki ched mein atkaaye main bola: Araam se aunty saans lijiye. Dheel dijiye, aap darr ke kass rahi ho, dariye mat.

Kuch palo baad aunty ko samajh aayi aur woh dheel dene lagi. Main apne kamar ko kafi dheere se aage badata hua apne lund ko unke andar dhakelne laga. Woh iss bar kassi nahi aur main araam se vaseline aur tael ki chiknahat ke sahare apne lund ko andar ghusata gaya.

Aadhe lambayi ke andar jaate hi aunty boli: Ghus gaya kya?

Main: Abhi kaha aunty, abhi to adha hi gaya hai.

Kavita aunty: Ufff. Kuch der rakho use waise hi.

Kuch palo ke liye main apne lund ko unki gand mein rakha raha. Taki unki gand ko adaat pade. Fir wapas dheere se dhakel apna poora lambayi unke andar ghusa diya.

Main: Aunty, kaisa lag raha hai ab. Poora andar chala gaya.

Kavita aunty: Oh, bohut dabaaw sa hai. Mano abhi phat padungi.

Main unki gand ko sahlata hua unhe araam dene laga, aur fir apne lund ko dheere se kheech bahar nikala.

Bahar nikalte hi aunty rahat bhari sisskar ke sath boli: Ah, ye achcha laga, jab woh nikla.

Main apna lund wapas unki ched par lagaya aur firse andar dhakela. Is baar bina ruke poori lambayi andar tak ghusaya aur firse use kheech bahar nikala.

Kavita aunty: Ahh, haan aise karo, bohut achcha lagta hai.

Main aunty ko rahat aur maza dene ke liye aise hi andar ghusata aur bahar nikalta. Fir 10-15 baar aise hi karne ke baad aunty ab poori tarah se taiyaar thi. Main tael ka dabba liya aur apne lund par achche se tael ki kai boonde gira di.

Tael ko lund par badhiya se malne ke baad unki gand mein lagaya aur and de mara.

Kavita aunty: Ahh, mmmm!

Iss bar unki siskaar mein koi rok nahi thi. Shayad ab woh janti thi aur gand ki sahi chudayi chahti thi. Main ek hi dhakke mein apna pura lambayi unke andar de mara. Fir kamar hilakar unki gand maarna shuru kar diya.

Kavita aunty: Ahh, ab achcha lag raha hai.

Unki baat sun main ab nisankoch apni kamar ki tezi badhata gaya aur unki dheeli ho chuki ched mein khacha-khach lund chudne laga. Kareeb 2–3-minute lagatar chuda aur fir mujhe kuch badmashi sujhi.

Main apne lund ko bahar nikala aur tael ke dabbe ko lekar uske muh ko unki gand ki dheeli ched par laga diya.

Aunty: Kyu ruke, kya hua?

Main kuch na bola aur dabbe ko daba diya, tael ki pichkar unki ched ke andar nikal padi.

Kavita aunty: Oh, tum, badmash firse.

Main: Aunty zyada nahi, aur tael jitna zyada utna maza ayega aapko, bharosa rakhiye.

Aunty maan gayi to meine ek aur pichkar de mari andar. Dabbe ko hatate hi unki tael se chumakti chikni ched se tael ki bunde bahar aane lagi. Isse pahle ki woh sara tael nikal deti main wapas apna lund lagakar unhe chudna shuru kar diya.

Aunty: Ahhh, sahi mein ab aur achcha lag raha hai.

Main: Bolana main!

Sahi mein, tael ki chiknahat se mera lund poori tezi se unki gand mein sata-sat ghusne laga. Hum dono ko kafi maza aa raha tha aur ye baat soch kar ki maa ke sath ab aunty ki bhi gand mil gayi marne ko. Meri uttejna ko badhaye ja rahi thi.

Tael ke bharpoor maatra se mera lund unki gand main tezi se phisalkar ghusta aur nikalta. Itni tez ki meri kamar unki phuli gand par sat-sat ki awaaz ke sath mar jaati. Agle 3–4-minute main poore josh mein unki gand itni zor se maara.

Main apne aap ko kabu na kar paya aur apna sara maal unki gand ke andar ugalne laga. Aunty bhi apni kagar par thi aur mujhe jhadti dekh woh apni hath neeche lakar apni choot mein ungli chudne lagi.

Main apna lund unki gand mein lagaye rakaha jab tak jhatko ke baad jhatke deta hua mera lund unki gand mein poori tarah se apni rass khali na kar di. Iske turant baad woh bhi halke jhatke khane lagi.

Main samajh gaya ki unki ungliyo ne bhi unhe unki manzil par pahuncha di hai. Main apna lund unki gand se nikala aur unke bagal mein gir pada. Agle 5-minute aunty kuch na boli na hi main kuch bola.

Hum dono bistar par kuch der pade rahe aur fir aunty rajaayi ke andar jaati hui boli: Uff. bohut dheeli-dheeli si lag rahi hai.

Main muskurata hua unke bagal mein laet gaya. Agle kuch 10 minute main apni thakaan hatakar pani ki bottle khoja to yaad aaya ki aaj main pani laya hi nahi kamre mein aane se pahle.

Main uthkar bahar gaya to maa ke kamre ke darwaze ke neeche se roshni aa rahi thi. Main dheere se unke darwaze ko khol andar dekha to sach batata hun. Mere hosh hi udd gaye!

To be continued. Apne raay vimarsh aur kahani jaldi milne ke liye mujhe mail kare [email protected] par.

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Continuing the story. After deciding to meet, Rashmi texted me the next morning, “Are you free? Can we discuss the plan?” I was at the office when I received her text. I asked her, “Can we discuss this in the evening?”

In the evening, our first telephonic conversation discussing the plan went as follows,

Rashmi: Hi, Madhan.

She had a girly sweet seductive tone of voice.

Me: Hey, Rashmi. You have a very melodious and seductive voice. I loved your voice.

I complimented her instantly.

Rashmi: Hey, nimma voice nu gatti yagide. Nangu ishta aithu Madhan. (Hey, you have a thick voice too. I liked it, Madhan) Hey Madhan, niza heli naanu nimge ishta aadna. (Hey Madhan, tell me the truth, do you like me?)

Me: Ninna picture nodthidange nanage ishta aagade iddidre, I am interested anta helthidde, Rashmi. Open aagi ond vishya hel la. (I would have openly told you if I did not like your picture. Shall I tell one matter openly?)

Rashmi: Hmm Heli Madhan. (Hmm, tell Madhan)

Me: Ninna picture nodthidange nanna tunne control tappi niguri neeraaythu kane. Uff, sakkath aagiddiya neenu. (On seeing your picture, my dick went wild. Uff, you look superb.)

I started referring to her in singular language. She sent shy face-covered emojis.

Rashmi: Nanagu neevu ishta aadhri kanri. (I, too, liked you). I love tall men. I want to meet you, Madhan.

Me: Pakka meet madona. (We will meet for sure)

Rashmi: “Yavaga neenu free? Kanakapura baroke ok na ninge? Naanu eega Bangalore baroke agalla, bandru nan appa mane indha horage kalsolla. (When are you free? Can you come to Kanakapura? I can’t come to Bangalore now. If I come also my dad won’t allow me out)

Me: Weekdays or Weekends?

Rashmi: Monday nanna ganda Bangalore hogthiddane and wapas barodu Tuesday morning only. Monday ninage office irutte alla? Monday barthiya? Madhan.

(My husband is going to Bangalore on Monday and will return only by Tuesday morning. Will you have to go to the office on Monday? Can you come on Monday, Madhan?)

I instantly said, “Yes, Monday naanu birthini (I will surely come on Monday). What time and location?”

Rashmi: Hey, nange neenu ok andhaagle heart beat jaasthi aithu kano. You come in the evening. Location naanu kalisthini. But neenu manege barokke agalla, maneli jana irthare.

(Hey, on hearing ok, my heartbeat increased. You come in the evening. I will share the location. You cannot come home since family members will be there.)

Me: Where are we meeting?

Rashmi: Adu, henge hel li Madhan? (How to tell Madhan?)

Me: Free yaagi helu whatever nin aase idru. (Tell freely whatever you wish for)

Rashmi, Aduu, Nange gadde li maadthiya? Nange gadde li maadiskobeku anta aase.” (Will you do on the farmland? I fantasize about enjoying our farmland.)

Me: Hey, really crazy and horny idea Rashmi. Even I had such a fantasy for a very long time.

Rashmi: Condoms miss maad de tagond banni. (Bring condoms without forgetting).

Me: Ok, sure. Nange shaved pussy beku tinnoke. (I need shaved pussy to eat)

Rashmi: Hmm, ivatte shave maadthini kano. Full day ninna stories oodthaa idde nanage full mood aithu. Eeglu nim hatra maatad tha nan kai panty olage ide. (Today only, I will shave for you. The full day I was reading your stories and feeling damn horny. Now also talking with you, my hands are inside my panty)

Me: Uff, Rashmi. Elliddane nin ganda? (Where is your husband?)

Rashmi: Avnu avra mother na hospital ge karkond hogiddane. Bandre bike sound barutthe. (He took his mom to the hospital. I will know once he comes from the bike sound)
Me: Monday yen dress hakkolona anta ninna plan? (Monday, what are you planning to wear?)

Rashmi: Neenu yen helthiya aa dress hakothini kano. But nan hatra hosa modern dresses illa. Hale dresses ide but eega size agalla. (Whatever you ask me, I will wear. But I don’t have modern dresses now. Old dresses will not fit onto me.)

Rashmi had earlier explained in her chat about her sneak seeing her maid banged by a stranger black man in the field.

Me: Nange modern looks alla traditional looks andre ishta kane Rashmi. Ondu tight saree, ninna dappa molagalu kannu kukko tara cleavage kaano hange blouse. (I don’t like modern looks instead love traditional looks, Rashmi. A tight saree, your huge boobs caged in a tight blouse with seductive cleavage.)

Rashmi: Hey, nanage ninna taste artha aithu (I understood your taste). I will dress up for you. Just keep guessing me, Madhan.

Me: Ninna words keli eegle barbeku ansthide, Rashmi. (Listening to hunger I feel like coming now only)

Rashmi: Baaa, Madhan. Nangu neenu eegle beku baaa” (Come Madhan. I too need you now only.)

Me: Naanu aa black man tara ninna sariyaagi dengthini Rashmi. (I will bang you harshly like the dark man, Rashmi.)

Rashmi: Hey, Madhan. Ninage ninna lifetime nal sigade iro tara blowjob kodthini Madhan. (Hey, Madhan. I will give you a memorable blowjob.)

Me: Pakka (Surely) Monday. Do not change plans.

Rashmi: Pakka kano. (Sure, Monday.)

She heard some noise.
Rashmi: Hey, sorry avnu banda. Bye, kano. (Sorry, he came. Bye)

She texted, “Hey, one more request. I don’t want Priyanka to know about our meeting.” I told Rashmi about Priyanka’s longtime fantasy of a threesome FMF (Priyanka was interested in tasting a woman too). Rashmi replied, “Yes, I knew about that. We exchange everything about each other.”

I told her, “If that’s the case, you should better tell her about the meet.”

She said, “Hmm. Ok, Madhan.”

I texted Priyanka, informing her about meeting Rashmi at Kanakapura. Priyanka had her mouth open and expressed her horny feeling. Priyanka said she also badly wanted to break free of the marriage boundaries and get banged like a slut.

I replied, “I have been waiting for a long time to bang Tamil Iyengar Priyanka like a dog.” Priyanka sent a shy face and kisses emoji. I sent her a gif of a lady getting banged by a hard thick dick on the verge of a pool.

Rashmi the meet:
I reached Kanankapura by 6 in the evening and surveyed the place. Lush Green fields all around with big houses here and there separated by long distances. I texted Rashmi informing my arrival.

I drove back into the main city. I paid some money to a small lodge and freshened up. I then restlessly waited for the message from Rashmi. During the survey, I planned everything. Where to park the bike? How much longer to walk? And where to bed, Rashmi?

Rashmi messaged me, “Hey, extremely sorry for making you wait. Come to the spot at 10 PM.” I rested in the lodge, waiting for the clock’s needle to reach 9:30 PM. She asked me, how will I reach? If I bike, where will I park the vehicle? If parked, someone might notice and get doubt.

She then told me she would pick me up from the lodge in her Activa. I then told my arrangement with the lodge guy to drop at a designated location and pick up on a call basis. She thanked me and felt happy after hearing about my arrangement.

At 10, I reached the location. It was a pitch-dark night with the sounds of insects far away from the city noise with breezy, fresh air. I took deep breaths and waited on the small desolate road next to thick plantations.

Rashmi called through telegram, saying, “Hey, turn this side, Madhan.” There she was. She signalled me, “Shh,” and scanned both sides of the road. On finding no trace of people, she signalled me to follow.

I walked briskly towards Rashmi, who stood on the small turf between patches of the well-grown thick plantation. I quietly followed behind her. My eyes adjusted to the darkness. My dick grew to make a tent inside my pants by seeing her huge ass sway as she walked ahead of me in the shiny saree.

Let me describe the busty Rashmi Gowda. Rashmi is a milky fair-skinned woman carrying perfectly shaped assets. She wore a deep shiny red colored saree which was flashy and attractive on her skin. She had a round face with full chubby cheeks like an idle.

She was very pretty with small deep eyes and a long sharp nose. Her lips were thick with red lipstick smeared. She had small ears with a big silver earring dangling. My dirty mind dreamed of banging Rashmi in a doggy with her heavy boobs and earrings dangling to the force of my cock.

Rashmi had huge tits around 38, tightly wrapped in her red-coloured sleeveless blouse. Her bare shoulders were soft and shiny. My eyes reached scanning her wavy fleshy navel. Walking behind Rashmi, my eyes never left her 40-sized, shaking, fleshy ass cheeks.

She wore a long jasmine flower stuck to her long dark hair, which touched her sexy ass crack. I was mesmerized by Rashmi in all aspects. She was a total package for busty hot women with eye-catching assets. I noticed the soft cushiony wavy navel, which was creamy in colour.

I had my dick jumping through my pants. After a few meters of walking away from the road in the dense plantations, I couldn’t control my hands. I rushed behind her. My hands reached and grabbed her shaky ass cheeks and squeezed, feeling the soft flesh. She stopped with a moan.

I squeezed both of her ass cheeks hard over the silky saree feeling the soft flesh with my nose sticking onto her hair, smelling the jasmine. After squeezing her soft fleshy ass cheeks, I spanked her ass over the saree and allowed her to continue to walk over the small turf.

After around 150 meters of the walk, we came across some coconut trees. I said calmly, “After feeling your soft cushiony ass cheeks, I cannot wait and am damn horny, Rashmi.” She stopped briefly and curved her face towards me, giving a seductive blush.

Oh god! she was damn hot, her oily round face, chubby cheeks, and inviting thick juicy lips. I ran into her when she seducingly bit her lower lips, drenching them with her saliva. I dashed over her pushing her to the nearby stem of the coconut tree with my hand firmly holding her fleshy navel.

She was silent with increased breathing. My one hand clumsily travelled around her soft wavy navel touching and squeezing the flesh. My other hand grabbed her neck, drawing her sexy face closer to mine. I teased her by moving closer to her lips and stopping feeling the warm breath from her nose.

She opened her eyes and stared at me. The moment was very romantic. My lips lost control and jumped, eating away honey from her thick juicy lips. The surrounding is filled with only the noises of our warm breaths, apart from the sounds of the insects in this thick vegetation.

She hungrily started sucking my lips, drinking the saliva out of me. She kissed wildly with our noses clashing as we kissed hungrily with our lips milking each others saliva. My hand, holding her neck, moved to feel her huge hefty tits. I grazed my hands over her blouse, picturing the size of her breasts and nipples.

My dick was crazy rock hard inside my pants. The other hand, busily squeezing her navel, moved over her pussy over the saree. After touching them, I sneaked my hand inside her tightly tied saree to reach her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

One hand squeezed her gigantic firm boobs over the blouse, and the other started rubbing her neat, shaved pussy. She stopped kissing and gasped for breath, moans shouting from her mouth, “Ah, Madhan.”  I continued rubbing her pussy with my fingers.

My eyes continued witnessing the pleasured expressions of Rashmi. Rashmi had closed her eyes shut and moaned louder in pleasure with her yummy mouth open. She was relishing the massage of my hand over her pussy. My eyes repeatedly stared at her huge round boobs.

They were moving in sync with her breath. I felt a tinge of wetness leaking from her pussy. I removed the hand from her saree and told her to open her eyes. She blushed and signalled me to follow, walking towards the main spot. I took a deep breath out and licked her cum off my hand.

I told my mind to relax to make my dick sleep for a few minutes before the marathon session. Rashmi was a hot Indian bomb stuck in a village. She walked farther to stop at a densely packed banana plantation finally. She pushed her way to the middle area of the banana vegetation.

There it was. She had cleaned a small area in the middle of the banana vegetation with a mat spread. I unzipped my bag removed the condom packet, and placed the bag in one of the corners. A neatly folded thick blanket was kept in one corner.

I stared at her swaying ass as she took the blanket, spreading it over the mat. She had huge ass cheeks. While she was bent spreading the blanket, I moved to hug her from behind. My thigh pressing on her hefty ass with my cock adjusting over the ass crack.

My hands grabbed her soft cushiony navel with my hard nervy cock pushing on her ass crack. She gave a loud breath out.  She stood up from the bent position, leaning backwards, squeezing her body onto me. I pushed away the long dark hair covering her U-shaped blouse cut and placed a kiss.

She angled her head sideways, enjoying the moment. I continued sucking down all the bareback, which was wheatish in colour. My lips then moved to suck the back and sides of her neck. I thoroughly kissed her neck in sync with the moaning pleasures of Rashmi.

While sucking her back, I walked reverse, clashing with the stem of a banana tree. The banana tree broke with the force of the clash. I spun her around, pushing her to the stem of the banana tree. I cupped her round face and started kissing her chubby cheeks, small nose, her wide forehead.

My lips again locked onto her thick juicy lips. We continued kissing wildly, with her back resting on the stem of the banana tree. She started pushing me with our kiss continuing towards the middle of the blanket. She pushed me over the blanket and climbed on top of me.

Rashmi hastily removed my T-shirt and sat on my belly. She grabbed my face and hungrily kissed me, sucking my lips dry. The kiss went on for a long time. She then moved to kiss my chest and navel. I had goosebumps when her small hands grabbed my erect cock over the pants.

She hurriedly parted her saree away from her shoulders. She then loosened the knot and lifted the saree. She sat on my thigh with her pussy rubbing the bulge over my pants. She was moving her hips round and round, rubbing my cock over her pantyless pussy.

Rashmi was moaning louder. She quickly grabbed my hands and placed them over her huge tank boobs over the blouse. My hands pressed all over her boobs, feeling every bit of her flesh. Rashmi turned into a slut with a stranger in the woods with her husband away at a business deal.

I slowly pulled down my pants and underwear with a dark thick cock jumping out. She grabbed my cock by the root and, without any further delay, positioned it onto her pussy. She rubbed my dick head over her pussy lips. I held the cock, and she pushed her yummy warm pussy into the rock-hard dick.

She slowly pushed herself till the complete cock travelled into her. I tried to tear the hooks of her blouse, which was tight. The blouse was stuck onto her round huge shapely boobs. She removed her blouse. She quickly undid her white bra, and two massive wheatish tankard boobs jumped out.

I quickly grabbed those huge thick boobs with my eyes popping out. I started squeezing the boobs messily with thick dark nipples. She was moving her hips up and down, driving my cock in and out of her. I lifted my shoulder, bending to eat her thick sharp dark nipples.

She pressed her hand over my chest to push me onto the ground. She continued riding my thick cock with loud moans. I called out her name, “Rashmi!” She responded, “Madhan, Madhan.” I continued, “Rashmi ene le neenu sakkath horny item.” (Rashmi, you are a hot horny item).

The fuck grew hornier with the conversation. I told, “Ninna ganda keiyalva ninge hinge?” (Your husband doesn’t fuck this way?). She replied, “Illa kano Madhan.” (No Madhan). Sweat beads started forming on her forehead, her hips pushing in and out of my cock very fast.

I saw her huge boobs shaking and dancing with my dick in her warm sticky pussy. I was enjoying the feeling. She jerked with the warm fluid of cum flowing down my cock. She gave a relieved breath and tried to climb down.

I grabbed her by the navel and started fucking her, pushing my cock in and out of dripping pussy with huge force. She gave louder and louder moans, “Madhan, haakoo.” (Ahhhhh Madhan, fuck me). With a loud thud, I relived my cum into her.

She slept next to me sweaty. The long marathon night started.

Thank you, all ISS readers.

Hey everyone, I am Diganth with the continuation of my previous part. Readers, please read the previous parts for my details and Jahnavi’s details and for the continuation of the story.

As I was carrying Jahnavi, she was looking straight into my eyes without blinking for a second. We entered the room and I threw her onto the bed. And I was about to remove her track pants to fuck her, but Jahnavi held my hands. And said, “No way! Remember we didn’t agree on this?”

I requested Jahnavi to allow me to fuck her but she didn’t agree. Jahnavi kept on saying, “Not today, some other time” but I kept on requesting but she didn’t agree. So, I made her stand and hugged her from behind, and kept on licking her back. I tried to rub my dick on her ass but she resisted.

I was so furious as I hadn’t pleaded with anyone like this before. So, I took my clothes and began dressing back while looking downward. Then Jahnavi said, “I know you are angry but please understand, I am not ready for sex now as we are late. But I promise Diganth, you will be the one that breaks my virginity. Now, please don’t force me.”

I was happy after hearing her words. When I looked at her, Jahnavi’s eyes were filled with tears. I immediately apologized to her and kissed her on her forehead. But Jahnavi was stubborn when it comes to accepting my mistake or apology. She insisted to dress her back and say sorry five times.

I took her white t-shirt and was making her wear it slowly. But she asked me to make it quick and say sorry five times. I said sorry five times in a low voice but she asked me to be loud as she didn’t hear it.

Suddenly, their house doorbell rang and she asked me to go and open the door as she needed to adjust her clothes and wear her bra as she wasn’t wearing one. Jahnavi was about to rush to her room but I quickly squeezed her ass.

Jahnavi: You will pay for it tomorrow as I don’t have time now.

Me: Sure, waiting to enjoy you more tomorrow, baby.

Jahnavi: Haha, let’s see. Now go open the door and adjust your dress properly.

I went and opened the door, it was her parents. Her mom questioned me asking what we were doing so long to open the house door. And why Jahnavi didn’t open the door and where was Jahnavi?

I stumbled over her mom’s questions and didn’t utter a word. But Jahnavi responded by climbing down from her room. She told her mom that we were studying and discussing the college project. And that she asked me to open it as she had gone to the restroom. And she told them that I was scared and hesitated to open the door to face them.

Jahnavi” Now, what time are you guys coming back home? Don’t you know I’m alone with this innocent kiddo and it’s past 10.30 pm and has not eaten anything?

Jahnavi’s Dad: Sorry sweetheart, your mother made it late. But I drove the car quickly. Thank you Diganth for accompanying my daughter till this time.

Me: It’s okay uncle, I should thank Jahnavi for guiding and allowing me to study with her.

Jahnavi’s mom: Why you guys didn’t have your dinner?

Me: I told her I will bring or order something to eat. But she didn’t agree. She said not to waste money and spoil health. And she asked me to prepare Maggi.

(Jahnavi was gazing with an angry look at me.)

Jahnavi’s mom: Don’t stare at him like that Jahnavi. He has said the truth. Don’t feel bad, Diganth. Wait for five minutes, I’ll prepare you guys Maggi.

As Jahnavi’s mom went to prepare Maggi, Jahnavi’s dad, Jahnavi, and I were chitchatting about our future. Jahnavi’s father said he’ll send his daughter to the UK for her future studies and enquired about mine. I revealed I’ll join my father as we had our own construction Company.

Jahnavi’s dad liked my idea and said, “Great decision, Diganth.”

Her mom prepared and brought us Maggi. I ate the Maggi quickly and left her house and was about to start my bike.

Jahnavi came down running quickly toward me and handed the shoebox with cover. I thanked her and said I had forgotten but Jahnavi thanked me back. And she said she enjoyed thoroughly with me today and also placed another pantie that she had worn in the shoe box. And she looked at the surroundings and gave me a quick kiss on my cheeks.

She asked me to drive safely and call me back once I reached home. I was in heaven while driving my bike back home, imagining the way how I spent my time with Jahnavi. And I reached my home safely and informed my mom that I was studying at Jahnavi’s house and had dinner there.

My mom and dad appreciated Jahnavi saying, “Because of that good girl’s guidance, you are scoring well.”

I then quickly went to my room and locked the door and unboxed the shoe box. Jahnavi had placed her black Calvin Klein and blue Jockey panties and Calvin Klein silver bra.

Both her panties were wet and I sniffed them but her blue jockey panties were wetter with her precum juices as she had worn them recently. I called Jahnavi but she didn’t pick up the call but sent an automated message that she will call me later. I was thinking about her words while she was giving me the blowjob.

After a few minutes, she messaged me to call her and I video-called her.

Jahnavi: I asked you to voice call, not to video call.

Me: Darling, I wanted to see your lips and face, so I video-called. Baby, be honest have you ever given a blowjob to anyone? You don’t seem like a beginner, don’t mistake me.

Jahnavi: Baby, it’s true it’s not the first time I gave a blowjob. I’ll tell you about it some other time. Baby, let’s change the topic now.

My nerves were getting boiled and I was getting angry. And she sensed my expression was about to reveal but

Me: Who the hell was he? Did he fuck you and you had nice sex?

Jahnavi: What the heck, Diganth? Don’t you dare to shout at me.

Me: Then reveal everything about him or them.

Jahnavi: Do you remember the sports Athlete meet that happened in our boarding college?

Me: Yes, I remember it. How is it connected to it?

Jahnavi: Wait, let me tell you fully. After your group won the final event, you guys secretly arranged a party in a classroom to celebrate the victory at midnight. So, your friends had called some of their girls’ gang and had asked them to come and celebrate with them. And your friend’s girls’ gang had even picked me with them. They said it was just a party to celebrate and they had arranged plenty of varieties of dishes. In our hostel, they had secretly announced that everyone who desires to eat a variety of foods can also join them.

We were a group of around 15 to 16 girls who came to that party. And I was one among them.

Me: So, to which fucker did you give a blowjob that day?

Jahnavi: That fucker was you.

Me: No, way. I don’t remember your face at all in the boarding college Jahn, please stop kidding. It wasn’t you and I was there at the party but you didn’t give me a blowjob. It was some junior badminton college girl, maybe Neha or someone I don’t remember with whom I had fun.

Jahnavi: No, that junior badminton college girl Neha had fun with your friend Bhargav. You guys had switched off the entire campus power supply and it was dark, remember?

Me: Yeah, we had turned off college campus power so that we don’t get caught by anyone that day. But could you explain the full incident? Neither Bhargav nor my friends revealed it to me.

Jahnavi: Abhishek knew the whole incident but I had asked him not to reveal my identity to you or anyone. If you want to confirm, you can ask him.

Me: I will confirm it but you complete the incident.

Jahnavi: Once we reached the college classroom, you guys asked us to have food. And I was delighted by your guys’ gestures. And I was happily having my food but you guys were a little drunk that day. And you guys played music on a mobile speaker and asked us to dance.

After a few minutes while dancing to the songs, you guys started touching our bodies. And many were comfortable with touches but I wasn’t. I avoided them and was about to leave. But my friend asked me to sit in the next classroom as it was safe and empty.

(From now on, the story is from Jahnavi’s point of view as she explains it to me.)

So, I was about to leave but someone grabbed my boobs. To check who it was, I saw you and I was terrified about the incident. So, I quickly went to the next classroom and was crying badly alone and slept there on the bench for a few minutes.

Then Bhargav, Nidhi, Neha, Roshan, and you guys entered the classroom. You all guys were drunk and didn’t know what you guys were doing. I immediately hide behind the last bench and was waiting for an opportunity to escape.

But as Bhargav and Roshan started to remove Neha’s and Nidhi’s clothes, I was shocked. And I was waiting for an opportunity to escape from the classroom. But you guys started to enjoy the girls and you dragged Neha next to me and you were about to enjoy her.

But Bhargav pulled Neha’s hand and took her to the next bench and started enjoying her. I tried to escape but suddenly Karthik, Manoj, and Manish entered the classroom to search if any of the girls were free. So, I came toward you and hugged you tightly. And you didn’t even see who it was and began hugging me tightly.

I tried to escape your hold but couldn’t escape, it was in vain. But as they were about to leave, I loosened your grip. But Manoj and Karthik came back again inside. They asked you, “Diganth, you haven’t still removed her clothes or yours. Are you enjoying or send her to us, we will enjoy her in this classroom.”

So, I quickly unzipped my grey jacket and removed your vest. And they came toward me but you warned them.

“Don’t you guys dare to come near us, she is mine.”

I was happy with the way you protected me. But I was shocked as you immediately removed my top and lip-locked my lips. I couldn’t resist as they were watching us and began enjoying your lip-lock. Immediately, Manish brought Archana and Susmitha to the classroom and said, “I got only these two. Now let’s enjoy them” and began removing their clothes. I was scared so, I didn’t utter a word and enjoyed your actions.

After some time you said you were tired because of the sports events and asked me if I could give you a blowjob. But I didn’t know about it so, I said no. Then you pressed my boobs hard and said, “I will guide you if you agree.” I agreed.

You made to sit on my knees and asked me to pull your shorts down. As I was pulling your shorts, your dick was freed and it hit my face. Then you guided me in giving you a blowjob and you mouthfucked me with your dick thrice or four times.

And after a few minutes, you informed me you were about to cum. And I asked you, “What should I do?”

You said, “I will cum on your face. And don’t waste all my cum, lick some of them with one of your fingers, it will be tasty.” And you gave your handkerchief to wipe the rest of cum from my face.

And I followed as you said it was tasty but felt weird as it was new to me. I was scared to return to the hostel room alone in the dark. I asked for your help but you refused and said I will take you early morning and asked me to wear my top back. And you pulled me and made me sleep on the floor next to you.

And you said sorry I couldn’t satisfy you today. But if you wish to get satisfied, I can arrange for you someone or some other time. So, I replied I am fine and satisfied. Then you lifted my top and placed your face and slept on my boobs like a baby.

Your breaths on my boobs were making me go crazy. So, I uttered three magical words, “I love you” but you had already slept. I too slept for some hours and I was woken up by Abhishek to return to the hostel room as the security guard informed teachers what we had done and they were about to enter the college campus.

I tried waking you up but you were still sober. So Abhishek asked me to help me in carrying you to your hostel block. And I quickly wore my jacket and helped you reach your blocks safely.

And while carrying you, he asked for my details. And I revealed it to him and informed him not to say them to anyone or you. Abhishek tried to help some of your friends and girls and you know the rest of the story.

Me: Hmm, I am feeling happy and ashamed. I am getting mixed emotions, Jahnavi. Sorry, I didn’t know the exact facts and scolded you. And thank you for helping me save my reputation in the college.

Jahnavi: You should thank Abhishek not me and I should thank you for not fucking me or allowing your friends for threesome sex or gangbang sex or swap sex.

Me: I am happy as you have agreed that you will lose your virginity to me.

Jahnavi: Haha, but I should give you a chance or allow me to fuck me. And you shouldn’t force me till that time. Now, I am sleepy. Goodnight darling, see you tomorrow.

Me: Sure. Goodnight, sweetheart.

I hung up the call.

The story is to be continued.

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I won’t say the college’s name. But it’s an engineering college, and it’s not one of the best. Somehow, due to my score, I could get into this college’s Electrical Engineering department, which we will call SIT.

After filling out all the forms for admission and a hefty fee, I moved into the boys’ hostel, room 414. This hostel was located on the outskirts of the campus. Nothing was around it for at least a mile. Also, I had to share a room with two others.

Luckily for me, they were from my department, Kunal and Abhishek. I went with my new friends to roam around the hostel and see who else was from our department. Obviously, looking only for first years cause we don’t want any trouble before the first day.

We met Ajay, Chris, and Ashish from room 403 and Abbas and Fredrick from room 404.  There are four floors in the hostel, the 1st floor for fourth years to the 4th floor for First years. Also, we have a security guard on each floor, so no senior can come and rag us. At least, that’s what the warden said.

After dinner in a mess, we went to our rooms. We were chatting until we heard a knock on our door. The warden said they would take attendance every night to see if we were in our room or not. Outside, four people were standing. One security guard and three students, I assumed as they looked around my age.

These three big bulky men looked like goons. They entered the room and closed the door bumping me inside the room. Abhishek asked who they were, and the tallest one replied, “Your seniors.” I asked, “Yes? What is it?” I was scared we were going to get ragged.

Now, these three said they were third-years. One sat on the table, the other next to Kunal on his bed, and the leader (the tallest one) sat with me on my bed. Abhishek was on the top of the bunk bed he and Kunal shared. We looked at each other. With my heart beating loudly, I asked, “What do you want, sir?”

“Sir? Hahaha!” said the leader laughing while telling something in Kannada to his friends. “See, Chotu. We don’t want to rag you. But we have to, or our ‘sir’ will beat us. Understand?” He said to me, mocking my height and slim body. I replied, “Please don’t rag us,” while almost crying and body shaking.

He said, “Then will you do as we say? I guarantee we…no…nobody will rag you as long as we are in this college.” I said, “What do you want us to do?” While saying this, he smirked. He first made us three sit on my bed together, and then each stood in front of us.

Then, they came closer, and my face was very close to his crotch. I tried going back, but the leader pulled my head front, and my nose was on his groin. I could feel something hard and very smelly in front of me. Now I knew what they wanted.

I squeaked and said, “Sir? What are you doing? This isn’t what you want…right?” He licked his lips. He pulled his shorts down, showing off his thick 7 inch brown cock fully hard. I pushed him away and tried to run, but he caught me easily because they were too big.

I tried screaming, and he laughed, saying, “Can’t you hear? Those screams?” My heart stopped, and finally, I could hear screams of pain, anger and laughter. My friends, Kunal and Abhishek, couldn’t move.

Then he turned my face towards him. “This is what we do here. Why do you want to stay in the hostel? Save money, ah? ” Every day, we will come to enjoy you,” he said while smiling gleefully. I still had hope. I said, “The warden is my father’s friend. I’ll tell him tomorrow if you do something to me. Please leave.”

He looked at me, puzzled, then called the security guy standing outside. “Where’s the warden?” He asked. The guard replied, “Downstairs. Sucking him. As always.” While he was saying this, the leader showed me a picture of the warden sucking some guy.

I assumed he was the one these two were under. The guard left, locking the door behind him. I, at this moment, still had not given up. I said, “Still, I can complain to the principal or headmaster, and you will be finished.”

Listening to how obstinate I was at not realizing my situation, he said, “Look at your friends.” While I was engaging in this conversation, my friends were already being used. Kunal was naked, sucking a 5-inch cock while he was groping his ass.

Abhishek was pinned down and face fucked hard by a thick 6-inch cock, again and again. I could see he could not breathe. I tried pushing the senior away from him. But the leader pulled me back and threw me on the other bed.

He said, “Go da. Go tell the principal. But we will leak these videos as well. We may get only suspended due to ‘ragging.’ But what about you? You would get thrown out of college da. The whole of Bangalore will know how you and your friends are. Che che che.”

I finally realized there was no escape. I fell on the floor on my knees, with no hope left. At this same time, the leader put his cock in front of my face and said, “It’s ok. I will treat you well.” I stopped thinking. The disgusting smell of his meaty cock still lingers in my mind.

I accepted my fate and said “ok” while I kissed the tip in servitude. My memory is still muddy. The only thing I remember after that is taking his cock deep in my throat. It was hard, and it made me gag so many times. Every time I gagged, he stopped, gave me a second to breathe, and then again.

This continued for 20 minutes till I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. I quickly came to my senses for a moment and took it out. He angrily asked, “What? Why are you stopping me?” I replied, “Not in mouth, please.” He then said, “Then? In your asshole?”

I quickly said, “Face. Just face, not in the mouth, please,” desperately. He smiled and said, “Then ask me properly.” I said, “Please cum on my face.”

“Sir. Forgot ah? Say it again,” he replied angrily. I said, “Please cum on my face, sir.” He happily jerks it in front of my face and cums a huge load on my face. It was so hot, smelly and sticky. I was humiliated badly. He took a video of his facial and said, “See you tomorrow.” And left.

I first went and washed my face. Looking in the mirror and crying about how I was used as a sissy bitch. When I came out, my friends were already lost. Kunal had some cum spilling in his mouth, and he had cum as well. Abhishek’s pants had a huge stain. Probably he had pissed due to not being able to breathe.

Both had passed out on my bed. I turned the lights off and went to sleep.

The next day, at 6 am, Abhishek woke me up. He said, “Are you ok?” I replied, “I don’t know.” Kunal had come out from the bathroom and asked me the same question. “I don’t want to remember it, but it’s still in my mind. I’m never going to forget it now.” Kunal said.

“What to do now? I don’t want to do this. I didn’t come all the way to do this,” said Abhishek sadly. I replied, “First, let’s find out who all went through ragging.”

“ Calm down. It’s ok. We are still together. We can do something together,” said Abhishek.

But what? What can we do? Hostel manager? Probably like warden only, no use. Police? What if they have connections? I don’t want to fall into more trouble. Teachers? Can they help? I don’t know. Parents? But then my pictures will be leaked.

These thoughts went through my mind until our friends came to our room. All had dead, red eyes. Probably cried themselves to sleep or couldn’t sleep. They each told us what had happened to them. Ajay had to twerk on his senior’s dick and give a lap dance.

Chris had to drink all his senior’s ‘Hindu muth’ to become a superior male. Ashish was the only one groped and spanked since he had the biggest ass. Abbas was humiliated for being a Muslim. He had to forcefully suck his ‘Hindu master’s cock and say how Hindus are superior.

Fredrick had the worst one. He was chatting with his mom, and they had entered. They saw his mother’s picture and made him lick his senior’s cum.

We told our side, and they were shocked. I only remember us saying we should stay together from now on and try hiding on some other floor. Then after class, Abbas said he would stay at his friend’s house. Kunal and Abhishek would try to hide in college all night. Chris and Fredrick were with me.

We decided to hide in an empty room. So after dinner, we went around the fourth floor but couldn’t find an empty room. We only had 30 minutes before “attendance” started. So then we went to the third floor, the second-year floor. Surprisingly, all rooms were locked and no light inside.

We again couldn’t find an open room. We decided to hide behind the water cooler if we didn’t find any. Now, second floor. The third years’ rooms. We slowly made ourselves non-visible and found an empty room. But before I could enter, someone was running towards us.

Chris and Fredrick had entered already. So I said, “Lock the door! I’ll find somewhere else,” while running down the stairs. This person was fast but not faster than me. I easily fooled him by hiding under the stairs and went up again after he missed me.

But again, I couldn’t go up since he may come back. I took a risk and went to the first floor (ground floor), the fourth-year students’ room. I was very nervous, but no one was around. I softly made my way to the other staircase, but the warden caught me.

“Why are you here? It’s time for attendance.” He said. I said, “What attendance? It’s forcing us to do gay things.” I then pleaded to him to please help me, crying on my knees since I didn’t want to do it again. He patted my head, “Ok, don’t cry. Your father is my friend, so I’ll help you.”

I finally felt all my fears leaving my body. There was no tension. I followed him to the head of the fourth-year’s room. He said something in Kannada that I barely understood. The head, a handsome, smart guy, told me, “Please sit,” with a chair in front of me.

I sat, and he and his friends were around me, smirking. “So you want to be my bitch?” He said, to which I loudly said, “No. I didn’t say that. I want to leave, please. I came by mistake.” The door was locked when the warden left, and one of the seniors was standing in front.

“This is the first time a first year was so open about this,” he said as he came closer to me. “Well, let’s be honest. Aren’t we all gay? Bisexual, to be exact. We watch porn. Do we always watch the girl? No. We watch the cock more. Especially, big cocks. Why? Instinct. We know we are inferior to them. So that means we are gay…sorry bisexual.”

While he was saying this nonsense, I tried to call someone. But they took my phone and pushed me to the wall. “Now let’s see your Chota Bhai. Or has it become bada Bhai yet? Hahahaha.” He said as he pulled my shorts down, then stopped laughing.

I am not bragging or trying to make this up. I was blessed with an 8-inch uncut black cock (when fully hard). At that time was getting hard and was 6 inches right now. Everyone was staring at it. “Are you mixed? African father or mother?” the head asked me. I said, “No. Why?”

He said, “Then how do you have a BBC? Where are you from.” I said I was from Chennai, and they all looked at each other and laughed. “Of course, da. Chennai, Kerala people have cocks like this,” they told each other. I pulled my pants back up.

The senior boldly said, “ You interested In being the first-year leader?” Some were saying something in Kannada. He said something, and they all left. It was just him and me. “First-year leader? What?” I said.

He said, “ Every year has a leader in this hostel. I’m the fourth year and head of all the leaders. Abhinav, if you didn’t know. Then, Kiran was the third-year leader. The second-year leader elected by us was Suraj. The first-year leader is selected by the third year and the second year by us, the fourth years.”

“Why is that?” I said. “ It’s basically because the third years want revenge for being treated the same way they were first years. So do the same for their juniors, and we seniors want respect, so second years are our slaves.” I did not understand why this was all happening in the first place.

He said, “Ok. Come with me.” I wanted to run but felt safe around him, so I followed him. He took me to the third floor first. As I first saw, all the rooms were locked, but this time all the rooms had lights on. Abhinav knocked on the room next to the stairs.

A guy peeled out and said, “Oh sir? Welcome. You also want to, huh,” he said as we entered. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Second years, I’m assuming, we’re sucking their seniors. These seniors were playing PUBG on their phones. “Oh, Anna. What happened?”

They said as they stood up to say hi to him. “Nothing da just seeing how you all are handling them. Carry on,” he said as we left. “Saw? That’s your job next year. Cum and piss drinking. Depending on the mood of your seniors, but it will happen,” he said.

“I still don’t understand why you all do this,” I said while being respectful. He looked at me and said, “Are you stupid? They want this themselves. It starts as a force, but now they can’t live without it. Can’t get hard without it, hahaha. Also, this helps them a lot more, you know that?”

“How? How does this help them?” I said while we were going downstairs. “First, stress relief. No exam tension, family tension. Bindass can study and play properly,” he said. I sighed at this stupid reasoning and said, “The second one?”

“Second, it makes your cock grow bigger. Having good sperm, I mean,” he said as we reached the first floor. “What? That’s not true,” I said as I couldn’t believe what he said. “Oh, macha. Let me show you a proof.” He took me to his room. He turned on his laptop and opened a folder called ‘4th-year kings.’

He showed me two pics, one was a small 4-inch penis approx, and the other was 6 inches. He said, “Before and after.” I said, “No way. This makes no sense. Probably he just grew.”

“It makes a lot of sense. First, sperm is half a person. It has DNA, RNA and protein. It has more nutrients than the daily food we eat. Have you not seen women with small breasts whose boob size increases after marriage? Why? They drink sperm every day, that’s why.”

At first, I was stunned at this nonsense, but he made a good point. “But it won’t work for everyone, right? I mean….”

“Yes, it won’t. I have a feeling, like a small feeling. I know how it works for us.” I asked, “How?”

“If the guy giving sperm has a bigger cock than the guy drinking. The drinker’s body knows it’s a superior seed, and our brain programs itself to ‘take superior seed’, which makes us ‘superior’, meaning bigger, since bigger is better. Hence proved.” I….could not even reply.

I said, “Ok.” He said, “Now, the main reason. If you become a first-year leader, the first-year handling is yours. Means you can order first years to do as you say and even nominate which first years can the third years use.”

“I don’t want to….”

“Wait, let me finish,” he said as he interrupted me. “Also, you get other benefits. Which you may like.”

“Like?”

“Wait, I’ll call them.”

After around 15 minutes, the warden, lunch head and lady and cleaner head came to the room. They were standing while we were sitting. “He’s the new head of first years this time,” Abhinav said while making me stand up.

They looked, and I said, “ I didn’t….”

“Tell me what you will do for him,” he interrupted me again. The warden said, “You can leave and enter the hostel anytime. Also, security guards won’t say anything to you if you want to do ‘something’,” smiling at me.

“From our side, we will give extra chicken or mutton on non-veg days for you,” the lunch uncle said. The cleaner lady said, “We will send a maid for you specifically. Don’t treat her badly if we will throw you out, ok?”

She said, looking at me with her eyes fully open. I said, “Why? What? What are you saying? Stop this”

“We can’t. He has dirty stuff on us doing things. We don’t want to lose our jobs,” the warden said, looking at Abhinav. “Yup. And now you will have the dirty stuff on them as well. Use them well,” he said.

And they left. I was still processing what had happened. “Don’t worry. You will get used to it,” he said as he pulled my shorts down again. “What are you doing?”

“Making you the head. I have to normally make you kiss my cock and pledge obedience, but yours makes me horny. I’ll pledge obedience to you instead. In return, I’ll help you till I’m at this university. No one will touch you, ok? So what do you say?”

“I….” He interrupts me, saying, “ You will be the actual head of the hostel, sir,” and then kisses my head.

“Congrats on being the new Malik of our hostel, Daddy.”

Narrated by Swati

Hi dosto, main Swati. Pichle baar, episode 84mein,  aap logo ne padha ki Ashok uncle ka mere ghar par aana papa ka banaya iraada the. Fir un dono ne mujhe living room mein ek sath choda.

Hum teeno thak chuke the aur sab araam kar rahe the. Main aankhe band kar baithi inki baate sunn rahi thi jab papa mujhse pooche: Aur tum, tum bhi thak gayi kya beta!

Main aankh khol kar papa ko dekhi aur fir uncle ko. Fir papa ko dekh table se apni energy drink lekar ek ghoont maari aur boli: Abhi kaha papa, abhi to bas shuruwaat hui hai hamare sham ki!

Ashok uncle haste hue bole: Yaar tumhari beti to lajawaab hai.

Papa apne murjhaye lund ko sahlate hue bole: Aakhir beti kiski hai.

Main apni tange lambi kar table par rakh araam se baith samne TV dekh sochne lagi ki main kitni chudakkad bann chuki hun. Mere ek taraf mere apne papa the jo kal se ab tak kai bar chod chuke the.

Mere dusre taraf Ashok uncle baithe hue the jinhe mere papa ne hi hamare beech shamil kiye. Ab woh bhi mujhe chod kar apne sare armaan poore karna chahte the. Jo bhi ho maza sirf inko nahi mujhe bhi bohut aa rahi thi.

Maano meri zindgi bhar ki chudhne ki ichcha ye dono aaj poore kar rahe the. Main ye soch shant baithi hui thi jab dhyaan aaya ki ye dono mujhe hi dekh rahe hai. Tab main papa aur uncle ko ek tak dekh boli: Aa, kya hua, hahaha aap dono mujhe aise kyu dekh rahe hai?

Papa: Bas dekh raha tha beta. Tum khush to ho?

Main: Haan, bohut khush hun.

Ashok uncle: Woh tum shayad na samjho par tumhare papa kafi chintit the ye sab karne se pahle. Kahi woh koi galat raasta to nahi le rahe.

Main Ashok uncle aur papa ko dono ke hath par hath rakh boli: Galat raasta, agar hui to bhi mujhe dikkat nahi.

Papa: Woh kyu?

Main papa se boli: Aakhir aap jo hai sath mein papa.

Fir main Ashok uncle ko dekh boli: Aur mujhe aap dono par poora vishwaas hai ki ye baat hum teeno ke beech hi rahegi.

Papa: Haan bilkul beta, tumhari maa ya kisi aur ko iske bare mein pata nahi chalne wala.

Ashok uncle: Aur waise bhi kal bhar ka hi to baat hai. Uske baad sab khatam. Tumhari maa wapas aa jayegi. Fir kaha hame aisa maoka milega?

Main uth kar seedhi ho baithi aur undono ke liye glass mein daaru dalti hui boli: To fir lijiye, aap log apni taakat ka ghoont pijiye. Baato mein time na kharab kare, hahaha!

Ashok uncle: Sachme yaar, itna maza shayad hi club mein tash khelne mein mile.

Papa: Hmmm, sahi mein.

Papa mere peet ko sahlate hue bole: Meri beti hai to mujhe aur kuch nahi chahiye ab.

Main unn dono ko unki glass deti hui boli: To fir lijiye na papa aur uncle, pijiye aur masti bhari sham ka maza lijiye.

Papa glass lete hue bole: Tum to aaj hame zyada hi pila rahi ho.

Ashok uncle: Itna mat pilao ki chad jaye hame.

Main uncle ko dekh boli: Ghabraiye mat uncle, jitna bhi chahdegi…

Fir papa ko dekh aage boli: Main aap dono se utna hi kaam karwa ke utarwa dungi.

Is baat par papa ke murjhaye lund ne halki harkat dikha di. Main woh dekh aage boli: Aur waise bhi maine suna hai ki mard log halke nashe mein.

Main uncle ko dekh aage boli: Kaafi mast chodte hai, aur mujhe wahi chahiye uncle.

Uncle ke lund ne bhi meri baat par halki harkat dikha di. Main jaan gayi meri baate inki murjhayi taakat ko jaldi wapas le aayegi. Iss karan main sochi ki kuch uttejna bhari baate ki jaye mere pyare papa aur uncle se.

Main uncle se boli: To uncle, hmmm, aapko kaon kaon position karne hai mere sath, bataiyena.

Ashok uncle: Mmmm, positions, aaa, woh to maine socha nahi.

Ye kahte hue uncle papa ko dekhne lage to main papa ko dekh poochi: To chaliye aap bataiye papa. Bataiyena ki aapko, mujhe kaise kaise chodna hai? Ab sharmaiye mat please papa.

Papa sar khujlate hue bole: Mmmm woh sab ab main kaise samjhaun?

Main unke murjhaye lund par hath rakh boli: To kya seedhe karke dikhayenge? Usme maza nahi. Mujhe sunna hai ki mere papa mujhe kiss tareeke se chodna chahte hai.

Meri har shabd par mere hath ke neeche papa ka lund dhadak raha tha mano mere shabd usme jaan phook rahi ho.

Main uksaati hui poochi: Sochiye na, aur baiyena papa, mujhe sunna hai.

Ashok uncle: Haan haan batao yaar!

Main palat kar uncle ko dekhi aur apni dusre hath se unke sikude lund ko daboch boli: Aap itna matt boliye uncle. Soch kar rakhiye kyu ki papa ke baad aap ki baari hai batane ki.

Undono ke lund ko daboch main papa ko dekh aage poochi: Achcha chaliye. Aap itna jhijhak rahe hoto ye bataiye ki, hmmm. Haan ye bataiye ki iss ghar mein aapko mere sath kaha-kaha maze karna pasand hai.

Papa: Haan woh bata sakta hun.

Main apna hath unke lund se hatakar apne muh ke paas layi. Uspar thuki aur tuk ko wapas unke lund par malti hui boli: To bataiye.

Papa: Mmmm, dining table par tumhe laeta kar.

Main: Hmmm, nice.

Fir main palat kar uncle ko dekhi. Apne dusre hath mein thuk kar unke lund par bhi thuk malti hui boli: Aur aap, ab aapki bari bataiye?

Ashok uncle: Mmmm, toilet mein, tumhare bathroom mein.

Main: Hahaha! Jaanti thi aap wahi kahoge.

Main fir papa ko wapas dekh boli: Ab aap, batao.

Papa: Mmmm, kitchen ke counter par tumhe baithake.

Main fir uncle se poochi: Aur aapka agla kaha?

Ashok uncle thode sochkar bole: Floor par, Tumhe leta kar.

Main: Hmmm, apke sare dirty hai uncle, hahaha. Kafi dirty boy ho aap.

Ashok uncle: Hahaha, woh to main hun beta. Kya tum meri dirty girl banogi?

Main: Kyu nahi, bilkul banungi main aapki…

Main daant meenchti hui aage boli: Aapki dirty girl, aur waise bhi main ye sab yoon hi nahi pooch rahi.

Main papa ko dekh boli: Iss liye pooch rahi hun kyu ki aap dono jo bhi kahenge, woh sab hum karne wale hai. To papa ab aap batao.

Papa aur uncle ke lund mere hath mein apne aadhe jaan mein aa chuke the. Meri baate unpar sahi asar kar rahi thi aur main jaan gayi thi ki jald hi meri agli chudayi hone wali hai.

Papa: Hmmm, ab aur kya bolu? Yoon samajhlo beta ki jab bhi maoka mila to tumhare sath karna chahta hun bass.

Ashok uncle: Haan, soch vichar ka time nahi bass jab bhi mann kiya to bass kar diye.

Aisa nahi tha ki mere sawaal papa aur uncle ke lund par asar dikha rahi thi. Inke jawaab meri geeli hoti choot mein masti bhari gud-gudahat bhi usi tarah se kar rahi thi. Pahle hui chudayi aur inke jawaab se milli uttejna mein meri choot bahna chahti thi. Mujhe kafi zor ki susu lag rahi thi ab.

Main inke lund ko chor uthti hui boli: Chalo main bathroom ho aati hun.

Papa: Kyu?

Main papa se boli: Kyu kya, hahaha, kya papa. Aap apni beti se poochoge ki main bathroom kyu jana chahti hun, hahaha!

Papa: Hahaha are nahi matlab, haan-haan theek hai jao.

Par wahi uncle apne lund ko hilate hue bole: Kya main bhi aaun?

Papa ko shayad nahi pata tha ki isse pahle bhi uncle mere sath bathroom aa chuke the. Woh uncle se pooche: Tu kyu jayega, tujhe bhi lag gayi?

Main papa se boli: Hahaha, papa, aap samjhe nahi kya?

Fir main uncle ko aankh maar kar boli: Chaho to aa sakte hai, aapki marzi uncle.

Main hasti muskurati hui waha se nikal apne room ko chali aayi. Par na room band ki naa hi bathroom ka darwaza band ki. Apne kam mein lag gayi jab aanhat sunayi di kisi ke aane ki.

Dekhi to aur kaon ho sakta hai? Bathroom ke darwaze se uncle jhankte hue bole: Kya main andar aaun?

Main western comod mein baith susu karti hui boli: Aaiye, main jaanti thi uncle ki aap zaroor aayenge.

Uncle ab pure nange the. Woh apna sara kapda nikal kar aaye the. Ab unka lund bhi pura tanna hua tha. Woh apne lund ko jhulate hue andar aakar bole: Ruko waise waha baithkar mat karo.

Main apni susu aadhe mein hi rok li aur boli: To, to kya chahte hai aap?

Uncle mere paas aaye. Mujhe comod se uthate hue samne ki diwaar se mere peet tika kar khada kiya.

Woh bole: Apni tange failao.

Main apni tange failayi aur jangho ko thoda kholti hui kamar neeche kardi aur boli: Aise na?

Uncle poore khush hokar bole: Haan, ekdam aise hi.

Unki haan ke sath unki uttejna mein unka lund bhi uchal raha tha. Main unse aage boli: Ab? Jaldi bolo uncle, main zyada der rok nahi sakti.

Ashok uncle: Haan haan ab karo! Mujhe ye dekhna bohut pasand hai, tumhe to pata hi haina.

Main unki aankho mein dekhti hui apni pakdi hui baaki dhaar neeche zameen par chor di. Woh ye dekh kafi uttejit ho rahe the. Unki uttejna had paar kar gayi jab woh apne lund ko pakad meri nikalti dhaar ke neeche lakar apne lund ko usse nahla diye.

Main boli: Uff, ye kyu kar rahe hai, kitne dirty ho aap.

Ashok uncle: Waah, kya garmi hai, aur karo bada maza aata hai mujhe.

Main unke lund par apni bachi dhaar nikalti hui boli: Sachme uncle, aap sachme bohut gande wale tharki ho.

Ashok uncle haste hue meri aakhri pichkaar nikalti choot par apni ungliya sahlate hue bole: Woh to main hun Swati beta. Kyu tumhe pasand nahi apne thurki uncle?

Main unki ankho mein vasnaa ke sath dekhti hui boli: Mmmm, bohut, ab?

Woh apne lund ko meri choot ke muh se satakar bole: Ab main apni toilet mein chudayi wali ichcha puri karunga.

Unke lund ke meri chot ki honto par takrate hi meri bhagnasa mein chedkaani ho gayi.

Main boli: Mmmm, to chodiyena, time kyu barbad kar rahe hai?

Uncle mere kandhe par hat tikaye aur apne kamar ko aage badhakar apne arman mere andar ghusa diye. Iske baad main aahe bolti gayi. Woh josh mein aate hue mujhe waise hi khada rakh mere kandhe par hath tikaye meri chudayi karne lage.

Kuch der baad uncle meri dono jangho mein hath phasakar mujhe diwaar se lagaye hue the. Mujhe failate hue uthaye aur zor- zor se apni kamar meri aur maarne lage.

10–15-minute hue aur fir unka hone wala tha aur woh pooche: Andar ya bahar?

Main diwar se tiki apni dress upar uthayi hui unki maar sahti hui boli: Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, andar uncle, ahhh andar!

Uncle: Nahi main tumhari is dress ko kharab karna chahta hun, karoon kya?

Main: Uff, ahhh, jo karna hai karo aap uncle!

Uncle poore zor se mujhe chodte hue apne charm par pahunche. Fir meri choot se lund nikal mere dress par apna sara maal maar diye. Woh iss chudayi mein jhad chuke the.

Unke umar ke hisab se ab shayad woh zyada der, shayad mere jitna nahi ruk sakte the. Par mujhe na jhadne par nirash nahi honi padi. Main darwaze ke taraf dekhi to waha pahle se hi papa hum dono ko dekh apne lund ko sahlate hue khade the.

Ashok uncle peeche hate aur saans lete hue papa ko dekh bole: Tu, huff, tu kab aaya?

Papa: Bass tum dono ki awaaz sunn baitha nahi gaya waha.

Uncle bahar jate hue papa se bole: To le ab ye teri, karle maza.

Ashok uncle ki woh baat sunn mujhe ajeeb lagi. Mano main koi randi hun. Paise diye ho inhone jo aise kah rahe hai, “Le ab ye teri, karle maza.” Par wahi woh baat meri choot mein khalbali bhi kar rahi thi.

Main papa ko ungli ke ishare se undar bulayi. Fir kya tha, uncle ki jagah papa ne leli. Agle 15–20-minute papa ne bhi mujhe bathroom mein khada rakh choda. Papa bhi jhadte hue pooche: Andar ya bahar?

Main: Bahar, mere kapdo par. uncle ne to ganda kar hi di hai aap bhi apni kasar nikal lo. Jaise mujhpar nikal rahe ho!

Papa mujhe dekhe ki kaise itni chudakkad aur gandi baate karne wali hai unki masoom si beti. Fir poore josh mein mujhe chodte hue apne charam par pahunche. Mere kapdo par apna bhi naam apne rass se likh dale.

Papa ke sath main bhi jhadi aur fir papa mujhe mere bistar tak lejakar chor bole: Jaldi aana wapas.

Main thodi der bistar par laeti apni takat sameti. Fir apne muth se geele kapde nikal kuch aur sexy sa pehanne ki sochi. Kapde dekh main woh chuni jo mahol ke sath lajawaab aur besharmi bhara lage. Main woh pehan bahar nikli.

Woh dono living mein baithe apne daru ka maza le rahe the. Yakeen nahi ho rahi thi ki main sachme papa ke sath apna time aise kaat rahi thi. Woh papa jo ab mujhe dill khol kar bass chod chod kar apna pyaar dikhana chahte the.

Woh bhi apne dost ke sath milkar. Par ye baat mujhe aur zyada uttejit kar rahi thi. Itni ki main bass kah rahi thi mann mein ki mujhe aur chudna hai!

To be continued. Aap apne vichaar vimaksh aur aane wali kahaniyo ke bare mein jaanne ke liye mujhe [email protected] par mail kare.