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Bat tab ki hai jab mein apni chacha ke waha gaya MBA ki coaching ke liye. Mere chacha sharabi the aur mera dad unki madad karte the. Sharab ke chalte unpe bohut karza tha aur unke bachho ki fees bhi mere dad dete the.

Unki sharab ki addat ki vajah se unka divorce ho raha tha jo mere parents ne hone nahi diya. Chachi mujhe bohut pyar karti thi aur apni baten bhi share karti thi.

Meri coaching chal rahi thi aur chacha bohut sharab pi kar aye. Khana kaha kar chachi se jhagarkar chhat par sone chale gaye. Aaj unki anniversary thi aur unke bache bhi nani ke yaha gaye the.

Chachi aaj khubh makeup karke tyaar thi ki kahi bahar dinner karenge. Par chacha ne sab kharab kar diya. Maine bhi unke liye cake banwa rakha tha jo chachi ko bhi nahi pata tha. Maine socha tha ki surprise dunga.

Jab main ghar pahucha to chachi ro rahi thi aur mere puchne pe unhone sab batya. Mujhe bura laga aur me chachi ko chup karane laga. Chachi ne aaj Patiala suit pehna hua tha aur unki gaand ubhar ke aa rahi thi. Unka figure 34-32-34 tha aur height 5’5” thi.

Maine chachi ki dekha to hot lag rahi thi. Par unka mood kharab tha to maine jakar lights off kar di aur cake table par Rakha aur candles jalai. Pure room mein candles se roshani ho gayi.

Chachi ne kaha- Ye kya hai? Lights off kyu kar di babu?

Main- Kuch nahi yaha aap dekho apke liye cake laya hu.

Chachi ek bar ko khush hui aur fir gumsum ho gayi. Main unke pass gaya aur knife ko unke hathho mein diya aur bola chalo cake cut karo mujhe khana hai.

Chachi- Tu hi cut kar le, kya fayda iss cake ka? Jisne lana tha usko to bus sham ko sharab hi dikhti hai. Meri to kismat kharab hai. Ye Khushi ka nahi balki manhus din hai jo mere aise admi se shadi hui.

Main- Arre koi nahi, chacha nahi hai to kya hua mere sath celebrate karo aur uske liye apna mood mat off karo. Chalo aao cake cut karo.

Chachi smile kari aur cake cut karne hi wali thi par ruk gayi. Maine pucha kya hua to unhone mera hath apne hath ke upar rakha aur cake cut kiya. Mujhe bohut acha laga. Maine cake cut karte hi clap kiya aur ek tukda chachi ko khila diya.

Thori se cream unke gaal pe laga di. Chachi bohut khush hui aur mujhe cake khilaya. Mere gal pe cake laga ke boli, “Badmash tune mera face ganda kiya hai to tu kaise bachega.”

Main thora sa dur hua taki cake na lage par chachi bhi mere pass ane lagi. Isi bech woh disbalance hui aur mere pe gir gayi. Cake mere aur unke dono ke face par lag gaya. Hum hasne lage aur chachi ne kaha, “Ye dekh mera sara makeup kahar ho gaya hai.”

Chachi abhi bhi mere upar hi thi. Maine ane dono hath unki kamar ke pecche rakhe aur bola, “Koi na, apko makeup ki jarurat nahi hai. Aap bina make up ki hi itni sundar ho.”

Chachi- (Sharmate hue) Hat pagal, main budi ho gayi hu, aur tune face ganda kar diya ab kaise saaf hoga ye.

Maine itni der mein apni tongue unke gal pe pheri aur sari cream chaat li aur bola dekho ho gaya saaf. Chachi chuo thi aur mere ko dekhne lagi mujhe laga ki aaj to daant paregi. Maine unhe ek dum se sorry kaha to unhone kuch nahi bola.

Mere gaal ke pass akar mere gaal pe laga hua cake chat liya aur boli – thanks. Itna kehkar chachi utthi aur chhat par chali gayi. Main abhi bhi neeche tha aur unke badan ko mehsus kar raha tha.

Mujhe laga chachi ka mood ban gayi hai to shayad chacha se chudwane gayi hongi. Man hi man soch raha tha kas hiss chut ka malik me hota. Thori der badh chachi vapas aayi aur maine lights on kar di thi. Toh unhone fir se lights off kar di aur ab room mein sirf candle ki roshni thi.

Maine kaha kya hua woh boli kuch nahi aisey hi rakho room e acha lag raha hai. Kitna romantic lag raha hai na room.

Maine bola- Jab samne ase apsara hogi to room to romantic lagega hi, fir maine pucha ki kaha gayi thi to boli dekhne gayi thi ki sharabi jaag to nahi raha.

Main unke pass gaya aur bola chachi – ek baat kahu, v oboli- ha bol na. Maine kaha ki aap bohut sundar ho to kya me iss sundar lady ek sath ek dance kar skta hu. Woh Sharma gayi aur hasi fir kehne lagi sach mein tujhe mere sath dance karna hai? Maine kaha agar apko koi problem na ho to. Woh mere pass ayi aur boli mujhe kya problem hogi buss dace hi to hai. Maine apne mobile pe song set kiya aur chachi ne gate lock kar diya. Chachi ka ek hath mere hath mein tha aur dusra mere shoulder pe aur mera ek hath unke hath mein aur dusra unki kamar pe aur hum log dance karne lage.

Hum dono ek dusre ko dekhe jaa rahhey the aur pata hi nahi chala ki kab mere hooth unke hooth se mil gaye aur maine unhe kiss kiya. Woh bhi saath de rahi thi par fir ek dum se slag ho gayi aur boli nahi ye galat hai

Maine sorry kaha aur unhone apan muuh dusri taraf kiya aur ab meri samne unki gand thi jsika me pehle se hi diwana tha. Maine unhe peeche se hug kiya aur me hath unke pet par the and maine unhe fir se halke se sorry bola, Unhone kuch nahi bola to maine unke shoulder pe apna chin Rakha aur fir se sorry kaha

Unhone apne hath mere hath pe rakhe aur boli- its ok. Mera lund ab tight ho raha tha aur unki gaand ko touch kar raha tha jo ki unhe mehsus ho raha tha. Woh hili nahi aur buss apna sir utha kar mere chest pe rakh diya.

Maine unki neck pe ek halka sa kiss kiya aur apni grip thori tight kari to mera lund aur jda gand pe lag gaya. Unhone kuch nahi bola to meri himmat badi aur maine neck pe apni tongue ghumai aur unke cheeks pe bhi kiss iya

Chachi- (bohut dhemi awaz mein boli) Ye kya kar rahe ho? Kyu kar rahe ho?

Main- Apna mood sahi karne ki koshish kar raha hu aur vaise bhi aaj ki raat to apki suhagraat hui thi

Chachi- Hmm, mat karo na aur mere hath tight se pakad liye

Main- Kya hua apko acha nahi lag raha hai kya? Agar nahi lag raha hai tu ruk jata hu.

Chachi- Nahi, aise baat nahi ki acha nahi laga raha. Sach to ye hai ki bohut acha lag raha ialiye isliye rok rahi hu

Main- Main samjha nahi jab acha lag raha hai to kyu rok rahi ho?

Aur itne pe maine ek aur kiss unki gaal par kari aur apni leg ko unki salwar pe upar necche karne laga

Chachi- Mana isliye kar rahi hu ki agar tum nahi ruke to shayad main khud ko rok nahi paaungi.

Itna kehte hi woh palat gayi aur ab unka face mere samane tha aur mere hath unki gand pe. Maine apne hath se unki gand ko halke se dabane laga aur bola, “Rukha hi kyu hai chachi? Aaj apki anniversary celebrate karte hai.”

Woh hasi aur boli – Acha ji iska matlab uske badh mujhe agali anniversary pe hi aise pyar karoge.

Main – Nahi, aap jaise apsara ko to main roj pyar karna chahata hu.

Itna kehte hi hum dono ek dusre ko kiss karne lage aur main unki gand dabane laga. Thori der badh chachi ruki sur boli, “Ye galat hai. Kisi ko pata lag gaya to?”

Maine – Kaha kise pata laggega chachi?

Woh fir bhi pura sure hona chahti thi to boli, “Agar tune kisi ko bataya to?” Maine kaha, “Aisa kabhi nahi hoga, chachi.”

Chachi- Tu baar baar chachi mat keh mujhe guilt feel hota hai.

Main- To kya kahu apko chachi?

Aur main hass diya. Usne mere gal pe halke se thappad mara aur boli, “Fir se chachi kaha na to me tujhe hath nahi lagane dungi. Aaj hi ke din meri shugaraat thi aur aaj tune jo khsuhi di hai woh ek pati de sakta hai. To agar tujhe mere se payara karna hai to mera pati banna parega.”

Maine kaha, “Theek hai chachi, sorry meri patni ji.”

Woh hasi aur apne dressing table ke pass jakar sindur le kar aayi aur boli, “Bhar de meri maang aur bana le mujhe apni patni. Duniya ke samne hum chachi bhatija rahenge par akele mein pati patni.”

Maine bhi sindur liya aur uski mang bhar di. Woh mujhse chipak gayi aur kehne lagi, “Thanks pati ji mujhe nahi pata tha ki aap mujhe itna pyar karte ho. Aaj se main apki hui hamesha ke liye.”

Maine bhi unhe baho mein bhar liya aur mast lips kiss kari. Fir hum dressing table ke pass gaye aur woh mere age aur main unke pecche tha. Unki maang dekh kar hum dono kush hue. Woh to bohut hi khush thi aur ab excited bhi

Mera lund ab fir se unki gand ko touch kar raha tha aur mere hath unke boobs ko press karne lage suit ke upar se. Mere dono hath unke boobs press karne lage aur mera lund unki gand mein ghusne laga.

Woh bhi bechain hone lagi. Apna hath mere gardan per rakh ke thora sa face teda karke muhhe lips kiss deni lagi. Dusra hath apni gand mere lund pe daben lagi. Ab woh thora alag hui aur ek hath se mere lund ko mehsus karne lagi.

Woh boli- Lagta hai mere patidev ka irada aaj meri jaan nikalne ka hai.

Main – Apni jaan ki koi jaan le sakta hai kya. Mera irrada to apni patni ko bohut pyaar karna hai.

Chachi- Acha ji aisa hai to kar lo pani patni ko pyar jee bhar ke. Mana kisne kiya hai woh bhi pyar ki bhuki hai. Mita do uski bhuk.

Itna kehte hi usne mere lund ko daba diya. Hum log abhi bhi khade the to maine kaha bed pe chalte hai. Chachi ne mana kiya to maine pucha, “Kyu kya hua? Pyar nahi karna apne pati ko?”

Chachi ne kaha nahi aisa nahi hai me to tadap rahi hu tumhe pyar karne ko aur tumhara pyar pane ko par aaj meri shadi hui hai tumse to tumhe apni patni ko gift dena chaihye na.

Maine kaha – Bolo jaan kya chaihye.

Chachi- Aaj mujhe chatt par mere nalle nalayak sharabi pati ke samne pyar karo. Mujhe bohut Khushi milegi

Main- Theek hai par isme risk hai agar chacha uth gaya?

Chachi- Nahi uthega woh, maine pehle hi check kar liya tha upar jakar usko. Woh ek dum behosh hai. Ab tum doge apni patni ko ye gift. Ab aap mere Pati ho jaisa aap bologe me vaise ki karungi

Main ab thora confuse tha. Agar mana kiya to shayad chachi bura man jayegi aur khul ke pyar nahi karegi. Par upar jana bhi bohut risky tha. Par mere upar bhi hawas bhari thi to maine bhi hami bhar di upar jane ke liye.

Mere haa karte hi chachi ke chehre pe ek alag si Khushi aayi aur unhone mujhe lips pe kiss di. Ab hum chhat ki taraf chalne lage. Chachi mere age thi aur main unke pecche. Unki gand matak matak ke mujhe pukar rahi thi ki, “Aajao mere mein apna lund daal do.”

Mere se rah na gay aur maine sidi pe hi unki gand ko pakar liya. Woh bhi ruk gayi aur maine unke neck pe ek kiss diya aur mera lund unki gand se puar sata diya.

Chachi- Patidev, ruk jao upar to pahuchne do. Fir jitne chaho apni biwi ko pyaar kar lena.

Aur ye kehkar woh age chalne lagi aur main unke peeche. Hum ab chhat par pahuche to maine dekha waha 2 folding bed the ek mein chacha besudh soo rahe the aur dusra hum dono ke liye tha.

Main- Chachi ek baar check kar lo kahi chacha uthhe to nahi hai?

Chachi- (Gussey mein) Kitni baar kahu main tumahri chachi nahi hu balki biwi hu. Bhul gaye kya ya mujhe biwi nahi banana chahte?

Main- Arre jaan gussa kyu hoti ho galti se muh se nikal gaya meri janeman. Acha suno thora pani dal ke dekho ki utthe hai ya nahi.

Chachi- Pani kyu waste karna iss harami pe?

Aur itna kehkar chachi ne chacha ke muh par thuka aur boli, “Dekh kaise soo raha hai harami.” Mujhe chachi ke iss behaviour par thora guss aaya aur chacha pe taras bhi aaya. Par fir apni jawan aur pyasi chachi ko dekhkar sab bhul gaya.

Chachi folding par beth gayi. Main unke pass gaya aur neeche jameen pe leth gaya. Woh boli, “App nechhe kyu bethe ho?” Maine kaha, “Apni jaan ko aaj neche se upar tak pyar karna hai na isliye.”

Chachi- Acha ji itna pyaar karte ho?

Main- Hmm jaan abhi tumne mera pyar dekha hi kaha hai.

Aur maine unki chappal utaari to aur unke feet pe kiss kiya. Chachi ne aah bhari aur maine dhere dhere apna hath unki tango pe pherne laga aur unka feet ko chatne laga. Unko bohut maja aa raha tha aur woh halki halki awaz nikalne lagi.

Ab maine unki salwar thori upar kari aur unki tango pe kiss kiya. Kya chikni taang thi. Main thor utha aur unki jaango pe kiss kiya. Unhone apne hath mere baal mein ghumane shuru kiye.

Maine unki salwar ki knot kholi aur chachi thora uthi taki salwar arram se uttar jaye. Ab maine unki salwar puri uttar di. Chandni raat mein unki taang bohut chama karahi thi. Woh ek dum apsara lag rahi thi.

Maine unki tango ko jaise hi chua woh thora hilli aur maine unki tango ko chumna shuru kiya. Ek dum chikni tang thi unki mast malai thi woh. Main paglo ki tarah unki tango ko unki jango ko chum raha tha.

Woh bhi masti mein thi aur mere sar par meri kamar pe apne haath pher rahi thi. Maine halke se unki panty pe kiss kiya, panty ek dum gilli thi. Meri kiss se unka pura sharir sehar gaya aur woh auuch boli. Maine fir se unki panty pe kiss kiya aur unki jango ko dabaya.

Chachi- Ahh jaan, tum to jadugar ho. Aise hi karte raho bohut acha lag raha hai.

Maine chachi ki panty pe apna hath rakha aur side karke chut ko touch kiya. Chut ek dum gili aur chikni thi shayad chachi ne aaj hi shave kari thi. Maine apni ek ungli chut ke ander dali aur dhere se ander bahar karne laba.

Chachi pagal ho rahi thi mere ungli karne se aur bolne lagi, “Ahh, jaan bohut acha lag raha hai, aaj tak maine aisa sukh naahi paya. Thank you jaan mujhe pyar karne ke liye.”

Maine kuch nahi kaha aur sidha unki panty utaar di aur apni tongue unki gili chut pe rakhar chatna shuru kar diya. Kya mast chut thi aur kya mast taste tha. Chachi to mano pagal ho gayi aur tej tej awaze nikalne lagi.

Woh kehne lagi, “Chato, aur chato, aaj tak isse kisi ne nahi chata. Kya ho tum yaar main to tumari deewani ho gayi hu. Maan kar raha ki tumhe hamesha ke liye apna bana lu aur din rat tumse chudti rahu. Ah, kha jao issey aur mujhe bhi bohut pyasi hai ye.”

Chachi ek bar jhad gayi aur unka pani mere muuh pe gira. Ab hum dono ki nazare mili aur chachi ne mujhe pyari se smile di. Chachi ki aankho mein lag si khushi aur ek alag se Chahat nazar aa rahi thi.

Hum dono ek dusre ko aise hi dekhe jaa raha the. Chachi ne apna face jhukaya aur mujhe lips kiss di. Hum dono ek dusre ke lips ko chus rahe the aur thori der badh jab lag hue to chachi ne mujhe kaha, “I love you, jaan.”

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Hello friends, mera naam Raghav hai. Ye meri pehli kahani hai. Aasha hai aapko meri kahani pasand aayegi. To main apni kahani shuru karta hu.

Baat us samay ki hai jab main 1st year mein padhta tha. Mere ek dost Sumit ne ek din mujhe apne ghar bulaya ye keh kar, ki use kuch padhayi mein doubts the to use help chahiye.

Wo zyada door nahi rehta tha, isliye main uski help karne chala gaya. Main jab waha gaya, to usne mujhe kaha-

Sumit: Aaja tujhe ek mast cheez dikhata hu.

Main uske sath doosre room mein gaya. Usne gate lock karke mujhe computer ki screen on karne ko kaha. Maine jab screen on ki to meri aankhen fatti reh gayi.

Usme ek video on thi jisme ek ladki bina kapdo ke khadi thi. Us ladki ke dono hath table par the, aur ek ladka bina kapdo ke uske peeche khada tha, aur zor-zor se dhakke laga raha tha.

Mujhe samajh nahi aaya kya ho raha tha, kyunki maine pehli baar porn video dekhi thi.

Maine usse poocha: Ye kya hai?

To usne mujhe bataya: Aisi movies banti hai, jisme log sex ko record karte hai.

Kuch din beet gaye. Par mere mann se wo film nikalne ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Kyunki ye us samay ka daur tha, jab internet to kya har kisi ke paas computer bhi nahi hua karta tha. Isliye us samay bahut kam access tha aisi cheezo ke liye.

Mera dimag ab us cheez ki taraf zyada aakarshit hone laga tha. Main apni class mein ladkiyon ko ek alag hi nazar se dekhne laga tha. Mujhe har ladki mein wo film wali ladki dikhne lagi. Main samajh nahi paa raha tha mujhe kya ho gaya tha.

Meri class mein 2 ladkiyan thi Sejal aur Shrishti. Wo dono best friends thi, aur meri class mein paas wali row mein peeche ki side baithti thi. Poori class mein wo dono ladkiyan sabse akarshak thi, kyunki unke dress pehanne ka tareeka thoda alag tha. Wo thode modern kapde pehan ke aati thi. Isliye saare ladke unko taada karte the.

Jab se maine porn dekhi thi, main un dono ko dekh ke alag hi khayalon mein khoya rehta tha. Kayi baar apna pen neeche girata, fir neeche jhuk ke unke kapdon ke andar jhankne ki koshish karta. Sejal meri hi bus mein aati thi. Isliye ek-do baar usse meri bus mein baat hui thi. Par itni nahi ki aage kuch baat ban sake.

Par ek din jab main jaan-boojh kar pen neeche gira ke unki taango ko nihaar raha tha, tab Shrishti ne mujhe chor nazar se dekh liya. Meri nazar usse mil gayi, aur wo ek-dum se chaunk gayi. Main ek-dum se uth ke seedha baith gaya.

Main darr gaya tha, ki kahi wo teacher se kuch na keh de. Maine peeche mud ke dekha to Shrishti Sejal se kuch keh rahi thi, aur fir Sejal ne meri taraf dekha. Main to sakpaka gaya. Kyunki agar ye baat madam ko pata chalti, to meri khair nahi thi. Wo aakhri subject tha, aur chutti ki bell baj gayi. To maine chain ki saans li. Maine jaldi se apna bag pack kiya, aur waha se nikal gaya.

Bus mein jaake main last seat pe kone mein jaake baith gaya. Hamari bus mein kaafi zyada bachhe aate the, isliye hamari bus college ki sabse badi bus thi, aur usme seats kaafi lambi thi. To agar koi last mein baithe to wo dikhayi nahi deta.

Maine apni seat pe baith gaya, aur chain ki saans li, ki aaj to baal-baal bach gaye. Itne mein maine dekha Sejal bus mein chadhi, aur seats dekhte-dekhte last tak aa gayi. Usne mujhe dekha, aur last row mein hi doosre kone wali window seat pe baith gayi. Main darr gaya kyunki wo hamesha aage baitha karti thi, aur pata nahi aaj peeche kyun baithi thi.

Mere to paseene chhoot gaye. Main chup-chaap apni jagah sar aage ki seat pe tika ke baitha tha, aur bus chalne ka intezaar kar raha tha. Jab bus chali to maine sir upar kiya. Dekha to Sejal bilkul mere bagal wali seat pe aake baith gayi thi. Main ek-dum sakpaka gaya. Maine uth ke dekha bus mein us din log kuch kam the, aur hum last seat pe baithe the, aur last ki 3 row mein hamare alawa koi nahi tha.

Sejal ne meri taraf dekh kar mujhse kaha: Raghav tum aaj class mein kya kar rahe the? Main ek-dum se sannate mein kho gaya. Fir maine chuppi todi aur kaha-

Main: Sejal, sorry wo mera pen gir gaya tha to galti se meri nazar tum dono ki skirt par padi. Aur tab Shrishti ne mujhe dekh liya. Mera koi galat irada nahi tha.

Usne kaha: Tumhe pata hai tumhe pen uthate dekh Shrishti ne mujhe kya kaha? Usne kaha, ki dekh Raghav firse hame dekhne ki koshish kar raha hai. Uski ye baat sun ke mujhe samajh aa gaya tha, ki wo dono jaante the ki main unhe dekhne ke liye ye sab kar raha tha. Maine kuch nahi bola. Fir usne baat aage badhate hue poocha-

Sejal: Tum kya dekh rahe the Raghav?

Maine kaha: Main tumhari skirt ke andar dekhne ki koshish kar raha tha.

Wo bilkul mere bagal ki seat par baithi thi, aur hamare pair ek-doosre se satte hue the. Usne mera hath pakda, aur apne ghutne par rakh ke boli-

Sejal: To dekh lo na kya hai meri skirt ke andar.

Mere raungte khade ho gaye. Maine life mein kisi ladki ko kabhi hath nahi lagaya tha, aur pehli baar mere hath ne jab kisi ladki ko hath lagaya, to uski komal jaanghon par. Mujhe aisa laga ki jeevan mein aisa kabhi feel nahi kiya tha maine. Fir usne dheere-dheere mera hath uski skirt ke andar upar khiskaya.

Ab mujhe uski underwear touch hone ka feel aaya. Uski jaanghen ek-dum garam thi, aur jaise-jaise mera hath uske underwear tak pahuncha, wo jagah kaafi garam feel ho rahi thi. Maine ek-dum apna hath kheech liya. Main dheere se utha, aur dekha kisi ka dhyan to nahi tha. Fir baith gaya, aur apni side ki window ka parda band kar diya. Fir use kaha doosri side ka parda lagane.

Usne parda band kar diya, aur mere paas aake baith gayi. Fir usne mere lund ke upar hath rakh diya. Mera lund pehle se hi fanfana raha tha. Kyunki maine aaj tak kuch kiya nahi tha, isliye main usko choo ke hi uttejit ho gaya tha. Usne jaise hi hath rakha uski aanken chamak gayi.

Wo boli: Ye itna kadak kyun ho raha hai?

Maine kaha: Tumne hi kiya hai jo bhi kiya hai.

Ye bol ke maine apne honth uske hontho par rakh diye, aur zor se use choomne laga. Usne bhi mera bharpoor sath diya. Main use kiss karte-karte uski skirt mein se uski jaanghon ko sehla raha tha, aur hath uske underwear tak le jaa raha tha. Beech-beech mein hum check bhi kar rahe the, ki koi peeche na aa jaye.

Fir usne meri pant mein hath daal ke mera lund pakad liya. Agar mere honth uske hontho se band na hote, to mere muh se cheekh nikal jati. Fir maine use kaha-

Main: Koi dekh lega hame.

Usne uth ke dheere se check kiya to last 5 seat tak koi nahi tha. Bus chal rahi thi aur students dheere-dheere apne apne stop par utar rahe the.

Wo baith gayi aur boli: Koi nahi dekhega.

Usne dheere se meri belt kholi, aur pant ka button khol ke mera lund baahar nikaal liya. Mera lund fanfanata hua baahar aaya, aur tann gaya.

Wo dekh ke boli: Maine kabhi kisi bade ka lund nahi dekha. Hamesha chhote bachho ka dekha hai.

Ye bol ke usne mere lund ko choosna shuru kar diya. Main samajh nahi paa raha tha, ki mere sath kya ho raha tha. Kyunki ye mere liye ek bahut hi nayi feeling thi. Maine uska sir pakad ke lund pe dhakelna shuru kar diya. Mujhe bahut zyada aanand mehsoos ho raha tha uske lund choosne se.

Maine dheere se uske peeche se hath underwear mein daal diya, to dekha uski underwear geeli ho gayi thi. Aur uski chut ek-dum chikni ho gayi thi geeli hoke. Maine jaise hi apni ungli uski chut pe lagayi, uski aah nikal gayi. Par mera lund uske muh mein tha, to kisi ne awaaz nahi suni.

Wo zor se mera lund choos rahi thi, aur main uski chut sehla raha tha. Use bhi bharpoor maza aa raha tha. Fir meri ungli achanak se fisal ke uske chut ke andar jaane lagi, aur wo ek-dum sakpaka gayi, aur mera lund poora jad tak muh mein le liya.

Mujhe ek-dum samajh nahi aaya kya hua, aur mere lund ne apna paani uske gale ke andar jad mein chhodh diya. Wo chaah ke bhi kuch nahi kar payi, aur use wo saara paani nigalna pada. Jab usne paani poora nigal liya, tab fir lund apne muh se nikala, aur thak kar mere kandhe pe sir rakh ke so gayi. Usne kuch der tak kuch nahi bola.

Fir wo boli: Raghav maine life mein itna acha kabhi feel nahi kiya.

Maine kaha: Mujhe bhi aaj tak isse achi feeling nahi aayi kabhi.

Uska stop aa gaya, aur wo kapde theek karke apna bag utha ke jaane lagi. Maine socha wo mujhe kuch kahegi, par usne peeche mud ke mujhe aankh maari aur apne stop pe utar gayi. Aur main uske muh mein apne lund hone ke moment ko sochte-sochte apne stop aane ka intezaar karne laga.

Hi Friends, I am posting this series on behalf of my fans. He reached out to me to help him compose and edit on his behalf. This story is about Ramesh, who is a loving husband 27 years old and Rekha, who is a 21-year-old housewife. Read on in his own words from here.

My name is Ramesh and I am from a tier-4 city in south India. My tool is average length and girth and is good enough to satisfy a woman completely in bed. I am saying this because, before marriage, I enjoyed sex with my neighbour aunty for 7 long years.

Initially, we were just friends, and then we got closer because her husband did not have time for her. This made her lonely and naturally brought us closer to the point of intimacy. She became my sex guru who took my virginity and taught me how to make any woman happy in bed.

I come from a small village in south India. Whenever I went home for the holidays, I took her along. I convinced her husband that it was to give her a break since she is always at home here. Surprisingly, he said if I was going to be with her at all times, then she could go.

Once back in my home town, I introduced her as my boss. I said I brought her along so she could see the real village life. Everyone bought it, and a separate room was prepared for her, making sure to treat her as a special guest.

Since the room given to her was my room, I had to sleep outside. Once everyone was sleeping, I sneaked into her room and had crazy sex sessions.

Anyway, back to the present, I got married to my wife 2 years ago, and she was a virgin till our first night. Rekha was a very innocent, homely and loving wife. We stayed in the village for a few days till all the rituals were completed.

To describe her, she is a typical South Indian woman with a 5’9 height and a petite figure of 34C-28-30.

From my village, I took her to Goa for a three-week-long honeymoon. Being from a village background, she had never even seen women wear Western clothes. So, seeing women dressed in various Western clothes, including bikinis, was a shocking discovery for her.

She looked up to me as her guru to guide and teach her everything since I was the city boy. Till now, the only clothes she wore were sarees and salwar kameez. I wanted to use these three weeks to help Rekha evolve from a simple village girl to a modern city girl.

After we settled in our hotel room, I asked her if we could have sex, and she shyly said yes. I hugged her, standing and kissing all over her face, ears and neck. Just that got her aroused, making her moan. During the kissing, I removed her saree, dropping it to the floor and squeezing her boobs.

Her hands were in my hair, pressing my face harder against her boobs. I was kissing and licking her cleavage. I unhooked her blouse, removing it completely, and next came off her petticoat.

She was now in her bra panty only. I wanted her to participate equally and lose all her shyness, so I told her to remove my clothes. Rekha blushed and refused. I knew she was aroused now. In the last few days, I figured she really enjoyed sex.

So I said if she does not remove my clothes, then we cannot have sex. I kept pushing her, and with trembling hands, Rekha removed all my clothes, leaving my undies. I naughtily asked her how she was expecting me to fuck her with my undies on.

She kneeled and lowered my undies to my feet, looking the other way. Today was the first time she was undressing me. All these days, I had been removing all the clothes. The sex we had was just vanilla in the missionary position only. The only foreplay I was doing was kissing and sucking her boobs.

Rekha did not allow me to do anything more because she would be in a hurry to insert my cock in her pussy. Clearly, she was in a hurry to get fucked. Today, I had decided that I would have it my way till the end and see what happens. I stepped out of my undies, and she stood up, staring at the ground.

I made her lie on the bed and got on top of her. I kissed her body from head to toe and removed her bra and panties.

I squeezed and sucked her boobs to my heart’s content while she continued moaning. This time also, she was trying to guide my cock in her pussy. I stopped her. I continued kissing down to her waist and navel, and her moans got louder. I spread her legs, bringing my mouth to her hairy pussy.

I separated her bush and licked her pussy. Rekha shrieked and stopped me, saying it was dirty. I ignored her and continued licking all over her pussy. I found her clit and took it between my teeth. I was gently nibbling it while I pushed my finger inside her pussy.

In a few minutes, she was again moaning uncontrollably and soon had an orgasm. Now, she had spread her legs as wide as she could. Her hand was behind my head, pushing my face harder to her pussy. During her orgasm, I continued eating her pussy.

Now I was licking her pussy and her butt hole too.  She tried stopping me again, but I continued. Using all the lubrication from her flowing pussy juices and my saliva, I pushed one finger into her butt. Rekha screamed, “Aiyyo!” so I stopped.

I asked her what happened, and she said it hurt. I told her to relax her butt muscles, and she refused. I told her to trust me and that she would really enjoy it. Rekha relaxed her muscles, and my finger easily entered all the way inside. I kept fingering both her holes with my fingers while licking her pussy.

A few minutes later, I pushed two and then three fingers into her butt, bringing her to another powerful orgasm. I asked her how it was. She replied, “I always thought it was dirty, but I enjoyed it like never before.”

So far, the only position I had fucked her in was a missionary, and that is what she knew as ‘everything.’ I mounted her pushing my cock in her pussy fucking her with slow long strokes. Rekha held my face with her hands and started smooching me.

She was an average kisser, having learnt to copy the way I kissed her every time. I loved it because, since our marriage, this was the first time she kissed me first instead of me initiating it. We continued kissing passionately while fucking at the same time.

After a few minutes, I got off her and got her into doggy style. It took me some effort to make her do it. I pushed my cock in her pussy from behind, resuming fucking. Rekha was moaning even more crazily now.

Our hotel room was on the ground floor along the same passage as the reception desk. I am sure anyone passing by our door would have clearly heard her moans. I put a lot of saliva on her butt and pushed my fingers again inside while fucking her pussy.

Rekha shrieked, saying what are you doing. I ignored her and continued, and soon, she was enjoying it. I pulled out of her pussy and positioned my cock at her butt, and began pushing slowly. Rekha kept saying, “Please stop, it is dirty. Don’t do it.”

I didn’t listen, and holding her waist firmly, I continued till I was fully inside. I pulled her up from behind, hugging and kissing her while fucking her butt. I was squeezing her boobs with one hand while fingering her pussy with my other.

Her moaning resumed, and I increased my pace fucking her hard now. I whispered to her how is this, and she said unbelievably good. I made her lie down on the bed on her chest and mounted her again, getting on top and pushing my cock in her butt.

I fucked for another few minutes before cumming in her butt, and she also orgasmed at the same time. We both hugged each other, lying on the bed and catching our breath. She got up and headed to the bathroom, saying she was going to take a bath.

I, too, followed, saying let’s take a bath together. She blushed, saying she was too shy to bathe together. I asked her, after having sex fully naked, what was left to feel shy about. She kept quiet. I took her hand and went to the bathroom under the shower.

Rekha told me to close the bathroom door. I said, “Who was going to come here?” and started bathing her. She was still very shy, but slowly, she started participating. I told her to bathe me, and I would bathe her.

She said I was being very naughty, and I smiled, saying, “Your sexy body is making me naughty.” Rekha is fully reciprocated now. My cock was hard again. I lifted her right leg and placed it on the side-hand rail, and pushed my cock in her pussy while standing.

I was fucking her with slow strokes. She asked, “Don’t you ever get tired? In the village, you were so calm and patient till night. But now you are mad.” I said, “Are you not enjoying this? Was the village time better or this?” Rekha blushed wildly, nodding in the affirmative.

We kissed again, and I asked, “Do you want me to fuck your ass again?” She smiled and eagerly said yes. I made her turn around, leaning forward. I applied saliva and pushed my cock into her ass.

Once I was fully inside, I pulled her back towards me, cupping her boobs while fucking her with slow strokes. Rekha herself turned her face sideways, holding mine with her hands and passionately kissed me. After the smooch, I asked if she liked this, and she said yes a lot.

She took my hand to her pussy, rubbing it there. I understood and began fingering her pussy, pushing two fingers inside. I was fondling her left boob with my hand, and she used her hand to fondle her right boob. I was loving this evolution of hers.

I whispered in her ears, “I want to eat your ass.” She quickly bent forward, holding the tap and spreading her legs wide. I came between her legs from behind, putting my mouth to her butt hole. I licked her butt hole while fingering her pussy simultaneously.

Soon, Rekha had another intense orgasm, making her entire body tremble. After her orgasm subsided, I licked all her juices. I came back up behind her pushing my cock in her butt fucking her with hard strokes. She remained in the bending while I fucked her with hard thrusts holding her waist.

Soon I cum in her butt. We were both still under the running shower, and we cleaned each other up. We towelled dry and came back to the room. We got the shock of our lives. On the centre table, there was a tray with two cups of coffee and some biscuits with a note saying, ‘Enjoy your honeymoon.’

Whoever had come in and put the tray on the table for sure had seen us taking a bath and having sex. Rekha started arguing that she did tell me to close the bathroom door. It was my fault for ignoring her.

Right now, I was nervous thinking about the person who saw us and how did he enter without ringing the doorbell. I called reception from the landline and asked them why someone entered my room without permission or ringing the doorbell.

The manager politely answered that the room service rang the doorbell a few times and got no response. He was called from reception to assist in opening the door because there was no DND sign on the door knob. Everyone suspected that something unfortunate had happened.

Hence, he used his master key and unlocked the door. He continued that he heard sounds from the bathroom, which confirmed that everything was fine. So they quietly kept the coffee and snacks on the table and left without disturbing us. I wanted to argue but saw no point and hung up the phone.

I turned to Rekha, telling her no one had seen us. Since we did not open the door and we forgot to put the sign on the doorknob, the manager had come himself to check. I told her when he heard us in the bathroom, he left as there was nothing to worry about.

She seemed to be at ease now without realising that both of us were still naked. I proposed that we drink the coffee before it becomes cold and then get ready and go out. After the coffee, Rekha picked up her clothes and went towards the bathroom to get dressed.

I stopped her and asked why she was going to the bathroom. She said to get dressed. I said get dressed right here. What is there to hide between us? She again blushed uncontrollably. I hugged and smooched her while my semi-erect cock was touching her abdomen.

I quickly squeezed her boobs and grabbed her butt cheeks, grinding her crotch against mine. Rekha was breathing heavily again and tried pushing me off, saying how much sex do you want. I said as much as I could get. This is what newly married couples do on their honeymoon.

My cock was hard again, and I was rubbing it against her pussy. I smooched her and asked, “Don’t you want sex?” She shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. I said say it loud because I cannot hear it. She blushed again. I said if you do not say it loud, then you will not get sex.

I held her face so she could not see anywhere else but directly in my eyes. Not sure how she mustered the courage, Rekha softly said, “Yes, I want sex now,” and kissed me. I was happy for her transformation from being very shy earlier.

She held my cock and, standing on her toes, guided it in her pussy, slowly lowering herself down. She placed both my hands on her boobs and started rocking her bottom against my cock. I was thrilled to see her take the initiative. I pushed her against the wall, raising her left thigh.

She guided my cock back into her pussy. Now, I started giving her slow strokes while she started moaning, saying, “Please do it harder.” I increased my force, and with every incoming thrust of my cock she was jerking upward. We continued fucking like this for a long time, and she had another orgasm.

After her orgasm subsided, she said, “Please do my behind now.” I told her behind is called butt or ass. I asked if she wanted to do it standing, and she asked how. I turned her around, lowering myself to her butt, licking it with my tongue.

She continued moaning while I licked her butt and pussy for a while. I came up behind her and gently pushed my cock into her butt, resuming fucking her. Now she was moaning even louder, saying do it harder. I said, “Do it is called fuck.” She shouted, “Fuck my ass harder.”

I increased my force while fucking her. After a while, I could feel her ass tighten around my cock. I knew she was having an orgasm. Her tightness made me cum at the same time. I sat on the bed behind me, panting while Rekha headed to the bathroom.

I pulled her hand and seated her on my lap. She said, “Let me go and clean up first before I make a mess.” I said, “Darling, I am fine with it because we are in this together.” She said, “I really enjoyed today. You gave me a wonderful time.”

She smooched me and asked why I had not done all this earlier when we were at the village. I said, “I wanted to make our honeymoon special. Did you not enjoy the sex we had in the village?” She said, “I did enjoy it a lot because it was new for me. But everything you did today was unbelievably good.”

I said, “Let’s go and have another bath, and then I will take you around town.” She got off my lap and headed to the bathroom, telling me to lock the main door.

I locked the door and joined her under the shower. We both took a bath and came back to the bedroom. She opened the suitcase and took out some sarees, asking me which one to wear. I told her to put away the sarees for good and wear a nice salwar kameez.

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Hello everyone, this is Haritha again. I am 40 years old with stats of 36-30-36. A mom for two horny children. Thank you for reading my series of sexual adventures that I had with my son and neighbour. Also, for the love you showed reading my daughter’s experiences.

Just wanted to give you a teaser about my daughter. She is studying her second year of engineering and had the stats of 34-28-32. You read how she lost her virginity to her bf Abhay. He introduced her to the pleasure of gangbang by fucking her with his village friends. I read these all from her diary.

I wanted to find out what happened the other day, so I got ready to visit Abhay’s place. It was 11 a.m. when I started for Abhay’s place. I wore a yellow saree along with the matching blouse with a black bra and black panty.

I wore little makeup and made sure I shaved my underarms and pussy as little pricks of hair started to grow there. I applied lotion once I shaved, and it was smooth and sexy when I touched and looked at myself in the mirror. I wore the saree below my navel.

I have a deep navel due to the fat around my tummy. I would look sexy and a tease for people when they look. I was waiting for the auto when an auto came and stopped before me. “Oh shit, not him,” I thought. It was Ravi, one of our colony members, who had a bad reputation.

He was rowdy, to say the least. He stopped the auto, looked at me from top to bottom, and asked, “Where to? Haritha, madam.” I was irritated by his looks and covered my navel and adjusted my saree over my boobs, and said, “Please leave. I will look for another auto.”

But he replied, “Don’t take me wrong, madam. I may be a bad person, but professionally, I am good. Just get in and tell me where to drop you.” It was sunny, and I had already started to sweat, so I got into the auto and gave him the address.

Throughout the journey, he was looking at me through the mirrors. My boobs bounced on the rough road. I was sweaty all over, and my bra was clearly visible to him. When I got down, he asked me, “Do you have someone at this place?” I said, “Yes, I knew some people here.”

I paid him and waited till he left and then proceeded to the lift. Once inside the lift, I could smell my sweat, and I was stinking. I rang the doorbell, and Abhay opened it. He was smoking, and the room was full of smoke. I coughed as I entered. I could smell the room stinking more than me.

I sat on the chair, and Abhay sat beside me. He was looking at me with lust. Suddenly he closed his nose with his hand and said, “Are you coming after a fuck? You stink.” I told him, “Don’t you know how hot it is?” He showed me his room and asked me to take a bath and come.

I went in, and Abhay followed me behind. Once we were in the room, he closed the door but didn’t lock it and hugged me from behind. He sniffed my neck and said, “Even your sweat smells like heavenly Haritha.” He started to lick my back and neck.

I got goosebumps and closed my eyes in pleasure. I asked him in a husky tone, “What did you do to my daughter?” He turned me towards him and locked his lips with mine. We kissed, and then he pulled my lip with his teeth and said, “We fucked that bitch along with Priya.”

I was in shock and asked him, “You guys fucked them together.” He smiled and said, “Yes, we did in all the holes.” He went back and sat on the bed. I was still in shock and asked him, “Why?” He called me and asked me to sit on his bed.

Once I sat, he said, “That slut Sneha was kissing Priya on this very bed while rubbing that bitches pussy over her dress.”

I was shocked listening to his words. Now I understood why my daughter gave in to me. She was already doing lesbo with Priya and which is why she did it with me too. I was still thinking while Abhay pulled my saree and looked at my boobs hungryly.

He commented, “You know how to tease bitch. The black bra was clearly visible in your light-coloured blouse.” He pulled my blouse off, and I was just in a bra, sitting beside him. He came closer to my armpits and smelled them. He told me to go and take a bath and told me not to close the door.

I smiled at him and undressed myself at the door. I entered the washroom shaking my ass. I turned the shower on, and Abhay was in the washroom nude. He started to kiss me with hunger and desire. I responded with the same hunger and reached for his hard big dick, which was poking my stomach.

I stroked it while he raised my arms and licked my armpits as the water poured down on us. “Abhay!” I was moaning while his hand reached my pussy. He smelled my underarms and whispered, “So smooth, baby.”

His fingers were running over my pussy. He looked into my eyes and said, “You are always a naughty person who knows how to make young dicks hard.” We kissed again, and he knelt. He started to eat my pussy.

I was in heaven, and I put one leg over his shoulder and moaned.  He pushed his tongue deep into my pussy and fucked my pussy with his tongue. He reached for my ass cheeks and spread them with his two hands, and poked my ass hole with his finger. I moaned again, “Aah, shove that finger in my ass, bastard.”

He bit my pussy, listening to those words, and shoved his finger into my ass. I shivered as I felt a sharp pain and pulled his head deep into my pussy. His licking increased as I tried hard to catch my breath and got a huge orgasm. He licked me clean. I was exhausted and kissed him for the amazing orgasm.

I rubbed his hard dick over my pussy and kept my leg on the commode. He slowly pushed his dick in, and I gasped for air as his huge dick entered my pussy. I had my hands around his shoulders while he caught my waist, pressing it hard. He ate my boobs like anything, biting my nipples harder.

I moaned like a slut. “Ah, yes, fuck, bite harder.” I moved along with him to get his dick deeper in me. The washroom was filled with sounds as our bodies hit each other. I got my second orgasm.

He then sat on the toilet and made me sit on his dick. He ordered me to raise my hands high and licked my underarms as he fucked my pussy. I grind his dick as he fucked me. He caught my boobs so tight and made me sit hard on his dick while I rode him. It was painful, but still, I am enjoying his roughness.

I was getting my third orgasm as I caught his head close to my boobs, begging him to suck them hard. “Suck, suck my boobs hard, fucker. You sucked my daughters so hard and bit them right. Do the same with mine. I am a bigger slut than her, and treat me like one ass hole.”

I was jumping and cursing him. Abhay bit my boob so hard that I bled, and he smiled, licking the blood. He said, “Even though we fucked Sneha like a slut, you are the whore who gave birth to such a slut. You are the best fuck of my life slut.”

He slapped my face a few times. I moaned, “I am cumming,” and I cum on his dick. He filled my pussy at the same time. I fell on him and stayed for a few minutes. We took a bath and left the washroom, only to see Vikram and Kiran sitting on the bed sniffing my bra and licking my panty.

Abhay pushed me onto the bed, and I fell on the bed. Vikram and Kiran grabbed one of the boobs each and started to suck. I had my hands over their heads and rested while they sucked. Abhay asked me, “Do you want to experience how we treated Sneha the other day?”

I nodded my head, and he asked me to spread my legs wide. I did, and he took a belt from the hanger and came near my pussy. Phat! A hit on my opened pussy and a scream from my mouth.

To be continued. Leave your feedback to [email protected].

Ye story meri Chachi ke sath hui suhag raat ka next part hai.

Chachi ne apna face jhuakaya aur mujhe lips kiss di. Hum dono ek dusre ke lips ko chus rahe the. Thodi der bad jab lag hue to Chachi ne mujhe kaha, “I love you, jaan.” Maine bhi unhe, “I love you too, jaan,” kaha.

Ab mere hath unki nabhi par tha. Maine suit ke ander se hi unke nabhi mein ungli dali to woh thoda sa piche ki taraf jhuki. Maine apne hatho ko upar badhaya aur unki bra ko touch kiya. Unke boobs ko halke se dabaya.

Chachi puri madhosh thi aur boli, “Kiska intzaar kara he ho? Ye suit bhi utar do na, jaan.” Itna kehkar unhone apne hath upar kiye aur maine unka suit utara. Ab unke jism pe sirf black bra thi.

Gore badan pe kali bra aise lag rahi thi mano chand pe kala daag ho. Mere samne husn ki malika baithi hui thi aur woh koi apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi. Khule baal, gora badan aur uss par sirf kali bra koi bhi dekh kar pagal ho jaye.

Uske jism ka ek ek ang mujhe keh raha hu ki aa jao bujha do meri pyaas. Main unhe dekhta hi reh gaya. Itne mein Chachi ne kaha, “Kya hua? Aise kya dekh rahe ho, jaan?”

Mere pass shabd nahi the kuch bolne ko. Maine ek halki se smile di aur unhe gale se laga liya. Mere hath unki peeth par the aur maine unhe kas ke jakar liya. Chachi ne bhi mujhe kass ke jakar liya aur boli, “Thank you jaan, mujhe ye khushi dene ke liye.”

Maine unke neck par kiss kari aur fir unki bra ki strip par kiss kari. Fir unhe folding pe litaya aur unke upar aa gaya. Tabhi Chacha ne karwat li aur hamari taraf peeth karke so gaye.

Sach to ye hai main bhul hi gaya tha ki chacha bhi hai yaha. Jab unhone karwat li to mujhe thoda acha laga. Chalo ab main unke samne unki biwi nahi chod raha balki unke peeth peeche chod raha hu.

Main Chachi ke upar aa gaya aur unke chehre ko kiss karne laga. Mere haath unki bra ke upar se unke boobs daba rahe the. Unhone meri t-shirt ke ander hath dala aur apne hath meri peeth par pherne lagi aur boli, “Jaan tum bi utar do na.”

Maine jhat se apni t-shirt aur lower utar diya. Ab main sirf underwear aur Chachi sirf panty mein thi. Mere jism unke jism se ek dum sat gaya aur unke jism ki garmi mere sharir ko garam kar rahi thi. Maine unki neck pe kiss karte hue unki bra ke upar se kiss kiya.

Woh boli, “Kya hua? Bra nahi utarni kya? Aise hi karoge kya?” Unhone mere underwear ke upar se mera lund pakar liya aur boli, “Isko bahar nahi nikalna kya?” Underwear ke ander dala aur lund pakad liya aur mera underwear neeche kiya.

Maine bhi unki bra ke hook kholne ki koshish kari par khul nahi rahe the. To woh thoda uthi aur boli rehne do main khudh khol deti ho. Unhone apni hook kholi aur maine unki bra uttari. Kya gajab chuchi thi unki aur ek dum pink nipples. Maine jhat se unke dono chuchi ko pakad liya aur masalne laga.

Chachi- Aah, aram se karo ab ye aapke hi hai. Apki patni hu main aaj se aur jab chaho muje pyar kar lena

Main- Aah, jaan ye bohut sundar hai. Kya main inhe chus sakta hu?

Chachi- Apke liye hi hai jo man kiye kar lo. Maine mana thodi kiya hai.

Ab unka ek chuchi mere muh mein thi aur dusri mere hath mein thi. Main unki nipple chus raha tha aur dusri chuchi ki mast masal raha tha. Chachi ka haath mere lund ko sehela raha tha. Mera lund bhi gila ho chuka tha Chachi ki sparsh se.

Chachi mere lund se khel rahi thi aur main unki chuchi chusne aur dabane mein madhosh tha. Thodi der chuchi chusne ke bad maine unki neck pe kiss kari aur unki kamar par hath Rakha.

Fir unki nabhi pe jordar kiss kari aur unki nabhi ko chusne laga. Chachi ne apne hath mere hairs main ghumane shuru kiye aur aah aah ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Maine apne dono hatho se unki gand ko bahi masalna shuru kiya to Chachi jhat se boli, “Patidev ab aur mat tadpao aur bujha do apni patni ki pyaas.”

Main utha ur Chachi ke lips ke pass apna lund lekar aaya. Chachi samajh gayi kya karna hai. Unhone mere lund pe halki se kiss kari aur boli, “Dal do issey ander.”

Main- Please isko muh mein lo na aur chuso, mujhe acha lagega

Chachi- Jaan, maine ye kabhi nahi kiya hai, please aaj mat kaho. Honeymoon mein pakka chusungi.

Mujhe bura laga par honeymoon ki baat sunkar main chok gaya

Main- Koi nahi jab sahi lage tab chus lena. Par honeymoon se apka kya matlab hai? Main kuch samjha nahi?

Chachi- Arre mere bhole patidev aaj hamari suhagraat hai to iske badh honeymoon to banta hi hai na.

Main- Woh to theek hai. Par hum kaise aur kaha karenge honeymoon?

Mera lund abhi Chachi ke haath mein tha. Chachi ne mere lund pe ek aur kiss kiya. Par iss bar kiss lamba aur zordar tha. Fir woh Chacha ke taraf dekhkar boli, “Kal ye nalayak do din ke liye bahar jaa raha hai aur bache bhi nahi hai. To hum dono akele honge aur mast honeymoon banyenge.”

Aur itna kehkar unhone ek kiss aur kiya mere lund pe aur boli, “Please ab aur intzaar mat karwao” Maine bhi unko ek lip kiss kiya aur fir unki tango ko thoda khola. Apna lund unki chut pe set kiya aur halke se ragda.

Chachi ek dum madhosh ho gayi unhone apni ankhen band kari aur ‘Aah’ karne lagi. Ab maine lund ander dalna shuru kiya. Chut tight thi kyunki pata nahi pichli baar unki chudai kab hui thi. Mera lund ab unki chut mein samane laga aur main unke upar aa gaya.

Unke lips apne lips se lock kiye aur dhere dhere dhakke dene lga. Chachi ne apni dono taang meri kamar pe lock kar di. Mere kamar pe apne nails gadne lagi. Maine bhi speed badha di aur unke neck pe unki shoulder pe unki gaal pe kiss karna shuru kar diya.

Chachi ne bhi mere chehre par kiss ki baarish shuru kar di aur mere galo ko apni jeebh se chatne lagi. Woh puri bhuki thi aur main uske chuche dabane laga. Ab maine unko uthaya aur apne upar bitha liya.

Lund abhi bhi unki chut mein tha aur woh uchal uchal karke lund ki sawari akr rahi thi. Maine unko dono chuchi ko apne haath mein le liya aur masane laga fir maine chuci ko muh mein le liya uar chusne laga.

Ab mere hath unki uchalti hui gand pe gaye aur main unki gand pe thappad marne laga.

Chachi- Aah, jaan maja aa gaya, kya pyar karte ho tum. Ab tak main apne ma baap ko gali deti thi par aaj se nahi dungi.

Main- Kyu gali kyu?

Chachi- Meri shadi tere chacha se karwane ke liye.

Main- To ab kya hua?

Chachi- Acha hu ana ki isse shadi karwa di. Agar nahi karwate to main tumse kaise milti aur tumse shadi kaise karti?

Main- Accha ji.

Aur ye keh kar hum dono huss pade. Maine Chachi ki dono chuchi ko fir se muh mein lene laga. Chachi bhi mast tarike se mera lund le rahi thi.

Chachi- Aur tej chodo na jaan, main aane wali hu. Aah jaan aah jaanu I love you, chodo jee bhar ke chodo.

Main- Mera bhi aane wala jaan, kaha nikalu?

Chachi -Ander hi nikal do main safe hu koi dikkat nahi hogi.

Maine Chachi ko neeche kiya aur fir se chudai shuru kar di. Folding ki awaaz hamari chudai ki awaaz mein sur mila rahi thi. Udhar Chachi ki bhi zor zor se awaaz nikal rahi thi.

Hum dono apni charam seema pe the aur fir mere lund ne pichkari chhori aur maine apna maal Chachi ki chut main nikal diya. Chahchi bhi apna paani nikal chuki thi aur hum done ek dure se lipat gaye.

Thori der badh maine mobile mein time dekha raat ke 2 baj gaye the. Meri class kal subha thodi jaldi thi to maine chachi ko kaha, “Chalo ab soo jate hai. Mujhe subha coaching pe bhi jana hai.”

Chachi- Yahi so jaao.

Main- Nahi, agar chacha utth gaye to dikkat ho jayegi.

Chachi- Hmm, theek keh rahe ho.

Main- Aap yahi so jao aur main neeche chala jata hu. Acha ye kal kiss time jayenge?

Chachi- Tere saath hi niklenge 11 baje.

Maine Chachi nahi bataya ki meri class 7 baje ki hai, socha surprise dunga. Maine unhe ek kiss kari aur goodnight bolkar chalne laga.

Chachi ne kaha- Suno mere kapde to dete jaao.

Mujhe apne paas bula kar ek kiss di aur I love you kaha.

Main neeche jakar so gaya aur subha 6 baje utha. Subha utth kar maine socha chalo Chachi ko surprise de deta hu. Jaise hi main tayyar hokar main upar gaya to gate ke pass jaise hi pahcuha to dekha ki chacha aur Chachi jag gaye the aur baat kar rahe the.

Maine jo dekha aur suna woh main apko next part mein bataunga. Aur ye bhi bataunga ki Chachi aur maine honeymoon pe kya kya kiya. Apko story kaise lagi please comment kijiye [email protected].

Hi all, My name is Sonu. I am a 20-year-old college student. I live in Pune with my older brother Raj, age 27, and his wife Sheetal, age 26. My parents died when we were young. Bhaiya had to bear all the hardships, getting a job while studying and taking the role of my parents. He made sure I never felt the loss of my parents and took care of all expenses and needs.

Bhaiya was not just my older brother, he was my whole world. He was my father and mother and if there was a God, he would be in the image of bhaiya.

When Bhaiya was 25, my relatives found a match for him. Then he got married to Bhabhi. Bhabhi was very fair. She was 5 feet 9 inches tall, which is a good match for bhaiya’s 6 feet 3 inches. She was well-built and homely. And she had motherly looks just like those bhabhis you see in the Indian serials.

As for me, I got the short end of the genetic stick and stand at a measly 5 feet 2 inches with a frail physique compared to bhaiya’s tall and well-toned build. To my embarrassment, those who didn’t know us would think I was their child and both of them towered over me.

Bhabhi coming into our house was a gift from the Gods. She had a calm but jovial light-hearted personality that brightened up the house and more importantly, gave bhaiya a life partner who allowed him to slow down and smile without always feeling like he had to be the older brother with nothing in life except responsibilities.

He started enjoying life once again with a future to look forward to. Not long after the marriage, bhabhi became pregnant and had a son. Motherhood had a big effect on bhabhi. Her physique changed drastically and it was obvious to anyone that her figure had completely changed. From what looked like 36c before pregnancy, she had grown to about 36dd, primarily due to her lactating.

We were all overjoyed with the addition of another life into our home which after a long time felt like a full home again. My brother was overjoyed at becoming a father and things couldn’t be any better for him. Unfortunately, his happiness was short-lived as he was notified by his company that he would have to relocate to Dubai for his work.

He did not want to go or uproot his wife from her hometown, especially now that she had become a new mother. So he decided yet again to sacrifice his happiness and move to Dubai alone so as not to cause any disruption in our lives.

Bhaiya told me that he was leaving bhabhi and his son in my care and that now was my time to ensure that they were well cared for and lacked nothing in his absence. He said he trusted me to look after them and I promised him I would do my best to care for them.

So, it was finally my time to grow up and in some little way pay back for all the hardships he had endured in raising me. Little did I know at the time the tragedy that would soon happen to us and change everything.

A couple of weeks after bhaiya left, bhabhi also made plans to visit her aged parents as they were unable to travel for health reasons. One day, I received a call from Bhabhi’s father informing me that bhabhi had gotten into an accident and was in serious condition. My heart collapsed upon hearing this and for a moment, I was paralyzed, not knowing what to say or do next.

Then I remembered my promise to Bhaiya, got a hold of myself, and immediately told him, I was coming to the hospital. When I arrived there, bhabhi’s father and cousin brother were there. Her mother was at home looking after the baby. I asked them if bhabhi was okay. They said she was in an intensive care unit and waiting for the doctor to come out and give an update.

We waited there for a few hours after which the doctor came out and spoke to us. He said that she was in critical condition but she would survive. He said that she had lost feelings in her hand and would no longer be able to use them.

We all went silent as if the earth had stopped spinning. We could not believe what we were hearing. His father started to cry and I consoled him, telling him not to worry and we would figure this out somehow. When Bhabhi regained consciousness, we were allowed to go and see her. She didn’t say anything but the tears rolling down her eyes conveyed her emotions.

We took turns staying at bhabhi’s bedside for a few days until the hospital said she was well enough to be discharged. During this time, I called my brother to break the news and he broke down on the phone crying. He was helpless as he could not leave at the risk of losing his job. He told me that he didn’t want to burden me to be a caretaker for bhabhi. But he had no choice. He said that in his absence, I must ensure that she was taken care of.

I promised bhaiya I would not let him down and that everything would be okay and not to worry. This pacified him. But I knew he was in hell, to be stuck there while this tragedy had happened to his beloved wife. Her father told me he had made all the arrangements to take his daughter to their home where they would take care of her while bhaiya was away.

I remembered what bhaiya told me about bhabhi returning to our home and that he was leaving her well-being and care with me. And I had promised him I would. I relayed to bhabhi’s father the promise I had made to bhaiya and how upset he would be if his wife could not be taken care of in her husband’s home which was her rightful place after marriage.

Her father said: Beta, I understand. But how will you manage this? You are only 20 years old. And now she is not able to use her hands and on top of that she has a newborn baby. This will be too much for you to manage on your own.

Although what he was saying was not wrong, I could not go back on my promise and disappoint bhaiya.

So I told him: No matter how challenging it gets, I will make good on my promise. Do not need worry about your daughter. She will get all the care and support she needs.

***

In part 2, I will tell you all what happens upon bhabhi returning home, the challenges faced with her hands being paralyzed and a newborn baby of 3 months to care for.

I was in the bathroom when I heard the door knock. Thinking Sripriya had come back, wrapping a towel across my waist sans briefs and topless, I hurriedly came to answer the door. When I opened the door, I was not surprised to see Priya carrying some books.

She smiled, looking at me, and said, “Sripriya told me to clear Math’s doubts from you. Is it the right time, Uncle?” While she was speaking, her eyes were on my crotch, which had made a tent despite cumming an hour before seeing the young gorgeous girl standing before me.

Trying to cover my hard-on as much as possible with both hands, I sheepishly said, “No problem, Priya. Come in. Your Mom told me that you will be coming. I will be back in a few minutes. Please be comfortable.” I showed her the diwan where I had fucked her stepmom an hour back and went to my room to dress up.

I came out wearing a T-shirt and lungi (with briefs) and saw Priya sitting on the diwan. The window shutters to the terrace were shut, and drapes were pulled, and the lights were switched on. Priya looked at me and said with a naughty smile, “The earlier dress was okay. Why bother to dress up, Uncle.”

Giving her a stern look, I said, “Behave yourself, Priya. Why did you close the window?”

Priya, resting against the wall and stretching her legs, said,” Because I don’t want anyone to peep through just like someone did when you were with Sripriya. I want complete privacy.”

I knew what she was hitting at. She had seen me fucking her stepmom Sripriya on the very same diwan, and she was peeping at us. Without answering her, I sat on the diwan and took the book which was lying next to her legs. “Tell me which chapter you find difficult to understand,” I asked her.

Priya looked at me seductively and said, “Today is festival. Why bother to teach me? Why don’t you teach me something different now, Uncle.”

I thought Sripriya was a sex-crazy woman, but her stepdaughter was even more sex crazier. I knew what she was hinting at. But I didn’t want to fall prey to this young lady as I was new to this city and State.

“If you are not interested in studying Maths, we will do it some other day when you are interested. I have lots of work to do. I agreed to teach you because your Mom asked me to.”

Priya moved forward, touching her thighs with me, which sent a current shock through my body. Taking her book from my hand, she said, “First thing, Sripriya is not my Mom, but my stepmom. Secondly, I can’t go now as she will tell my Dad that I am not focusing on my studies. Let me stay here for an hour.”

“But what will you do here for an hour, Priya,” I said, looking at her bosom, which was inviting me to grab, squeeze and suck them. Priya was wearing a white shirt and loose, baggy blue jeans. I could see the outlines of her white bra through her thin shirt material.

Since the shirt was tight, her oranges-like breasts were protruding out from her chest. I guessed she should be C cup despite her young 20 years. Priya saw me gawking at her bosom, opened the top button of her shirt, and, blowing air into her shirt from her seductive lips, said, “Isn’t it HOT here, Uncle?”

I saw a glimpse of her cleavage when she blew air on her bosom. I could see both her breasts were pressed against each other, making a nice valley and good for tit fuck. She got on her knees and tried to reach the fan switch, which was behind my back.

In the process, her upper body was over my face, and her cleavage was against my nose. I inhaled her feminine body odour, which was like out of the world. I sensed her stretching her right hand to reach the switch. My nose dived into her opened shirt and touched her naked skin.

My nose smelled her sweaty cleavage, cheeks pressed against her young boobs and found them to be firm. My lips kiss her under boobs. I tried to speak, but Priya pressed her boobs more on my face making me gasp for air. I sensed the fan switched on. I sensed Priya’s hand on my crotch and gripping my cock.

It was too much for me to be attacked by a young girl. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I gently pushed her away. Priya sat back on the diwan but was still holding my cock firmly in her right hand. Trying to pull her hand from my cock, which had got hard again due to the young girl’s.

I said, “What are you doing? What will your Dad and Mom think if they come to know of this? Behave yourself, Priya.”

Priya, gripping my dick harder, said, “Not bad for an old man. I saw you emptying in Sripriya an hour before, and yet you are hard again. How was her dessert, Uncle? I saw you lapping up her juices like a starved dog. Was she that good?”

“Sorry, I made a mistake with your Mom. Please forgive me. I will vacate the house as soon as possible,” I said and tried to get up. In the melee, my lungi gave away and fell on the floor.

Priya quickly pulled my cock out of my underwear. Pulling it hard, grimacing at me said, “If you try to escape by vacating, I will have to tell my Dad how you fucked his horny wife this evening, that too on Onam festival day.”

I saw her thumb tweaking my cockhead, smearing pre-cum to her palm. Her free left hand was cupping my balls, making my cock angry in her soft hands. I looked helplessly at the young, sex-starved girl. She was willing to go to any lengths to get what she wanted.

Accepting my defeat, I said meekly, “So what do you want me to do?”

“That’s like a good boy, oops, sorry MAN. First, I want you to eat me just like you ate Sripriya’s under her saree and rest. I will tell later,” Priya said and rubbed her palm on my cockhead, taking more of my dripping cum in her hand.

Releasing my cock she licked my cum off her palm and said, “You taste good, Uncle. It’s time for you to taste mine.”

Priya sat back against the wall, spreading her legs wide. She got busy unhooking her pants. I just stared at her audacity, trying to remove her dress in front of an old man.

She looked at me and said,” Are you so eager to see my pussy Uncle. I won’t disappoint you. But first remove your clothes, whatever you have now.”

The young girl was being bossy with me, which I hated, and I hated her guts. I removed my T-shirt and pulled my briefs down. I stood stark naked with my cock pointing at her face. I saw her pulling her zip down, lifting her ass. I pulled her pants down her buttocks and sat down.

The young bitch was not wearing panties, and I saw her clean-shaven pussy. Her lips were big enough.  Her slit was already wet, and her clit was out of its hiding place and was looking like a small nipple.

Parting her pussy lips using her hands, Priya said, “Hurry up, Uncle. My pussy has been eagerly waiting for your mouth since I saw you sucking and fucking that slut Sripriya.”

I looked at Priya Nair, who was sitting eagle spread with her pants down, exposing her dripping pussy. Her body was sweaty due to excitement or humidity, shirt was wet, clinging to her body and showing off her breasts.

Holding the bottom of her pants, I pulled it from her legs and threw it on the floor. Looking at her breasts, I said, “Show me your tits, Priya.” Priya gave me a look and said, “I thought you would never ask Uncle. It’s my pleasure to show you my tits.”

She began unhooking her shirt. After removing all the buttons, her hands went to her back, fumbling with her bra hook now. Bring her hand back to her shirt, parting it and lifting the bra cup. She said, “There you go, Uncle. How are mine compared to that bitch boobs.”

I was impressed to see her C-cup breasts standing proudly on her chest without any sag. Aureoles were light brownish, and nipples were sharp and pointy. Priya tweaking both her nipples, said, “Hurry up, Uncle, you can see and feel my tits later. My pussy is waiting for you to suck.”

Placing my hands under her knees and lifting her legs off the diwan, I got between her thighs. Priya placed her legs on my shoulders, holding my hair pushed my face down to her crotch. My face was feeling the heat emitting from her pussy, and her slender legs were pressing me down.

The gap between her thighs was narrowed down. Her legs were on my shoulders, and her pussy lips were closed. I struggled to bring my hands down to her pussy, parting her bottom lips gave a long lick to her moist pussy from bottom to top, tasting her juice.

As I expected, she was tasty. I gave a few more licks, dipping my tongue in her wet slit. Priya screamed out loudly as I licked her young pussy sucking her yummy pussy honey. I was careful not to go for her clit but was diving my tongue in her love hole and extracting honey from her pot.

My hands moved up her body, cupped both her breasts, and squeezed them hard. To my surprise, I found them hard like a rock despite being such a horny girl. I knew she did not have much experience in sex or not allowed boys of her age to play with her twin treasures.

If she had been fondled, her breasts would have been softer by now. I was worried if she was still a virgin. Who the hell bothered as long as I got what I wanted from this young horny bitch.

Priya was holding my head and pushing my face down to suck her pussy faster. I tweaked her nipples for a few minutes, making her moan louder and brought my hands down to her back. Cupping her small round ass pushed her towards my face. My face was smeared with her juice, and my nose was nibbling her clit.

“Yes, Uncle. Suck me. I knew you were a wonderful pussy eater when I saw you sucking Sripriya. OMG, use that tongue. Dig it deeper. Still more, fuck my pussy with that tongue. Oh, I am cumming. Drink it.”

Priya clamped her legs across my neck, pushing me down. I sucked her juices which were dripping out in full force. I drank as much as I could and knew my diwan was going to be soiled again, first with her Mom and now her daughter.

After recovering from her orgasm, Priya took her legs off my shoulders, placed them on the diwan, and lifted my head, holding my hair. Seeing my cum smeared face, she began to laugh out loudly.

“What happened, Mole? (daughter in Malayam)?” I asked innocently.

Priya bringing her face close to mine began to lick my face with her tongue stretched out, tasting her cum. Licking my cheeks and chin, giving me a look, Priya planted her lips on mine. I was tasting her upper lips now, which was more softer and sweeter.

She thrust her tongue into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, tasting her sweet saliva. Our lips were crushed against each other, our saliva dripping out from the corner of our lips. My hands were pressing her firm breasts gently while we both kissed like sex-starved lovers.

My cock was being gripped tightly by the young girl as we both kissed, exchanging the saliva. The kiss went on for a few minutes, and I had difficulty breathing, so I pulled my lips from hers.

“That was some wild kissing, Uncle. Thanks for kissing and sucking both my lips and satisfying me thoroughly.” Priya said, jerking my cock, “Poor thing, I forgot about your big brother. Shall I suck it, Uncle.”

Ripping her shirt from her shoulders and pulling the hanging bra down, I pushed Priya on the diwan roughly. Priya was startled when I used force for the first time. But she was looking at me wide-eyed, waiting for my next move.

I got on top of her now naked body in 69 position with my enraged cock hovering over her face. My face was buried between her slender thighs. I quickly inserted my middle finger in her pussy and caught her clit in my mouth.

“Amma, slowly,” Priya shouted while I finger fucked her and sucked her enlarged clit, making her go mad. “Suck me gently, Uncle. I won’t go anywhere till you throw me out. I will be your slut and come running to you whenever you call me.”

Priya was blabbering. I had to shut her mouth, or her stepmom would come running upstairs to hear her screams. I moved my hips until my cock found her soft lips and pushed it down, showing my intentions. I felt Priya’s soft tiny hands on my cock and took my cockhead inside her warm mouth.

Knowing that she would take good care of my cock, I got busy fingering her pussy and licking and sucking her clit. I now inserted my forefinger and was invading the young girl’s pussy as I wanted. The juice was flowing abundantly from her pussy, wetting my fingers.

Priya had taken my cock deep in her mouth, and her tongue was licking my piss slit as she sucked me. I knew she was a better cock sucker than her stepmom despite her young age. Her young, firm breasts were crushed under my tummy, and our bodies were soaked in sweat despite the fan running at full speed.

I lost track of time as we both pleasured ourselves by sucking each other’s privates. Priya was fondling my balls as she sucked me. I was triggering her G spot with my fingers. I knew she would have screamed if her mouth was not stuffed with my cock.

I even tried to finger her anus, which she objected to by wriggling to show her discontent. My face was again smeared with her cum as she came again with full force.

After a few minutes, Priya took my cock from her mouth and said, “Uncle, I am tired, and my lips are aching. Can we please stop?”

I was plundering this young girl’s pussy with my mouth for almost half an hour and knew she must be really satisfied with my lip service. I got off the diwan, standing on the floor, and pulled her up. She stood on the floor, literally shaking like a leaf in the wind.

I embraced her tightly with my hands cupping her firm, round buttocks, trying to stop her shivering. Priya, too, hugged me with her arms behind my back and her face buried in my chest.

When Priya regained her composure, she looked at me and said, “I must say you are one good pussy eater, Uncle. No wonder my bitchy stepmom opened her legs for you to fuck after you sucked her.”

She saw the clock on the wall and said,” Oh God, it’s already 7. I need to go, Uncle.” And hurriedly left my embrace and started picking up her clothes.

“What, are you going to leave me like this, Priya?” I said, showing my still erect cock to her.

Priya, wearing the jeans, hooking it, said, “Sorry Uncle, Sripriya will complain to my Dad if I go late. I, too, want to get fucked by your monster, but I want to do it leisurely without any hurry.” And wore the shirt without a bra.

Handing her bra to me, she said, “Keep this as a souvenir. I saw you keeping Sripriya’s panties after you pounded her. After you fuck me, you can keep my panties.”

Continued in part 4.

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My name is Asha. I am 43 years old and live in a two-bedroom apartment in Mumbai with my husband, Amit, and my son, Ashmit.

Unlike the moms in the stories, I am quite good-looking, have a fair complexion, standing only 5’2″.  I am completely out of shape now.  I have a pair of big melons size 36C and a little thick at my belly and my ass. Overall stats 36-32-40.

My husband works in a private company and earns quite handsomely.  But even though he is in his mid-40s now, he is very active in our sex life, just like a newlywed. He still screws me for at least 15-20 minutes almost every day.

I was an actress before my marriage. I have worked in many TV serials and films.  However, due to my parent’s restrictions on exposing and doing intimate scenes, I had to give up on some good lead roles and settle for small and insignificant ones.

I got married at the age of 22, and then, due to resistance from my father-in-law, I had to give up on my acting career.  After his death, my husband really wished that I would pursue my acting career. Somehow, for some reason or other, I could never follow my dreams.

My only son Ashmit has graduated, and currently, he is preparing for UPSC exams. Throughout his academic life, he has always been the class topper, and he was excellent in different sports. He stands 6’2″, has a fit athletic build, and is quite good-looking.

During his college days, he was very active in theatre activities. He used to write and direct one-act plays for the college. My life was going on in a very monotonous way. Just around that time, one of my old friends, Gauri, called me, and my whole life changed abruptly.

She used to be an assistant director in my acting days. Now, she has become an independent filmmaker. She offered me the lead role in her upcoming project.
The next day, I met her, and I went through all the details carefully. The story of the film took me aback.

I was quite apprehensive about it. So, I decided to talk with Amit and Ashmit about it. Later in the evening, at the dinner table, I started to talk.

Me: Guys, I have to say something to you.

Amit: What?

Me: Amit, do you remember Gauri, who was an assistant director of Subu sir?

Amit: Oh, Yes… I remembered…

Me: Well, she is now making a movie for an OTT platform. She has asked me if I would like to do the lead role.

Amit: Wow! That’s interesting. But how come she thought of you out of nowhere as you left acting long back?

Me: Actually, we were in touch for all these years, and she had asked me for various roles in the past as well. But I refused all of them. But now, since Ashmit has grown up and become independent, I felt I should give a thought to the offer.

Ashmit: Then go ahead. I don’t think you need my or Dad’s permission for that.

Me: Actually, the catch is that the subject of the movie is too bold. It’s a loose adaptation of a Japanese film. It’s a love story of Netra, a mature woman in her 40s, and Ameya, a teenage boy, and it will also include some intimate scenes between them.

Ashmit: Intimate? Do you mean nude sex scenes?

Me: No, there won’t be any direct nudity, but there will be implied nudity, like scenes of both being naked under a blanket or something like that. But it will include love-making scenes like hugging, kissing, squeezing, etc.

Ashmit: Oh, Okay. So what have you decided?

Me: Well, I have seen the original movie, and I loved it. But, in the first place, I want to know whether you both will be okay if I do such things on screen.

Ashmit: Of course, yes. Whatever you decide, I am there with you. What about you, Dad?

Amit: Yeah. I know it’s your dream to act in the lead role, and since you have got the opportunity, you should grab it with both hands. Like Ashmit, I’m too there with you. Just go for it, dear. Can we see the original movie?

Me: Yeah, sure.

After dinner, we saw the movie. Both Amit and Ashmit loved the movie. The movie had a lot of sex scenes between the woman and the boy. I was carefully watching Ashmit’s reaction to it. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem to be uncomfortable watching nude scenes with his parents.

After the movie, Ashmit talked for a long time with me about the movie. He was very excited to see the kind of role I was offered.

Ashmit: You know, Mom, I think you should ask the Director for some nude scenes. Especially when the woman lets the boy suckle her breasts as if she was breastfeeding her child. It was picturized so beautifully. I feel those scenes shouldn’t be compromised personally. I won’t mind even if you appear fully nude in such a beautiful movie.

I was very relieved to hear that from Ashmit. I knew Amit would support me wholeheartedly. I wasn’t sure about Ashmit’s reactions. But his words gave me a lot of confidence. Then he got up and was about to go to his room. I quickly got up and gave him a big, tight hug.

Me: Thank you so much, my love, for all your support.

After staying in the hug for a couple of minutes, he broke the hug, looked into my eyes, and said.

Ashmit: Anytime, anything for you, Mom.

And he went to his room. The next morning, I got ready for the audition. Ashmit wished me good luck, and I left. After 3-4 hours, I returned. I rang the bell, and Ashmit opened the door. I went directly into my room, and I started to cry, burying my face into my palms. Ashmit came into the room.

Ashmit: Hey, Mom, what happened? You are over-excited because you got the role, right?

I didn’t look up. Instead, I made some sobbing sounds. Ashmit sat near me and removed my hands from my face. My eyes were full of tears. I just hugged him and started to cry.

Ashmit: Please tell me what happened. I am worried now. I tried to control my crying.

Me: I failed miserably in the audition (I continued to cry)

Ashmit: Oh, that’s okay. But can you please tell me in detail?

Me (Sobbing): I did well in an emotional scene that was given to me. But then they asked me to do a few love-making scenes with a boy of almost your age. I was supposed to hug him and kiss him passionately. I could hug him, but I froze completely when it came to kissing him.

Me: Fortunately, the Director is a good friend of mine. And since she knows that I am doing this for the first time, she has given me a week to prepare for the love-making scenes’ audition. But Rohit, who is going to play the boy’s role, told me that he is going out of town for a week for some other shoot. So he won’t be available.

And I started to cry again. Ashmit was sitting next to me, completely dumbstruck.  I just asked him to leave me alone for some time, and he left the room. Rest of the day, I hardly spoke anything to Ashmit. Ashmit, too, didn’t say anything to me.

After some time, I got up and went back to work. In the rest of the day, Ashmit hardly spoke to me. Later in the evening, at the dinner table.

Ashmit: Dad, if you are okay, I can play the boy’s part for Mom’s rehearsals.

Dad: Why should I have any objection? In fact, that’s a very sweet gesture by you, my son.

Ashmit: But you know what kind of scenes that we’re going to rehearse, right? So, I guess if you two enact the scene once.

Amit: I am not getting you, beta.

Ashmit: See, Dad, Mom would be comfortable doing anything with you. So she would be at her best while performing with you. That would help me understand what Mom is supposed to do and what I am supposed to do.

Amit: But dear, you don’t know. When I start, your mom won’t let me stop, and you may likely end up witnessing a live porn film.

We all laughed. I brought 4-5 pages of the scenes from my room. Amit read it. Ashmit took over from him. While Ashmit was going through it, I went inside and changed into a saree, as it was required for the scene. I didn’t bother to wear it properly. I wore a deep-neck blouse as it was a requisition of the script.

I explained to Amit what he was supposed to do, and we started. I was getting nervous, as though I was doing it with my husband. For the first time, I was doing it in front of my son. But I had one thing very clearly in my mind. No matter what, I am going to do that.

So I took a deep breath, and we started. For future reference, Ashmit started to record the whole thing on his mobile.

I held Amit’s face in my hand. I had a long emotional dialogue expressing the woman’s love for this young boy. At the end, I kissed gently on his forehead, then on his left cheek, then on his right cheek, then on the chin in quick succession.

I looked deep into his eyes and pressed my lips against Amit’s lip. Then I started to kiss all over his face. Then Amit kissed me back, first on my lips, then on my ears. Then he moved towards my neck. I threw the saree pallu. The blouse had a deep neck, exposing a good amount of cleavage.

Now, exposing my cleavage to my son made me uncomfortable, and I froze again. Though as per the script, I was supposed to hold Amit’s head and place it right in between the boobs on the cleavage. But I was at a standstill.  Seeing no action from me, Amit started to kiss my cleavage and my boobs.

But rather than enjoying it, I was actually trying to push him away. Like a seasoned director, Ashmit yelled, “Cut.” I quickly covered my boobs with the pallu again.

Ashmit: Hey, Mom, you were awesome in the emotional scene. But romantic scenes make you conscious. So, I think you need to get over your consciousness.

Me: You are right. But after all, I am doing this for the first time. So let’s try again.

Though Ashmit didn’t look very convinced, he agreed to it. We tried a few times more. But still, my discomfort was visible on my face. Amit got an important phone call. He was on the phone. Ashmit was looking at the footage he had shot.

I was quite frustrated and upset with myself. I was lost in my thoughts. If I can’t do it with my husband, how can I do it with anyone else? I should not waste more time on this and should quit. Ashmit broke my thoughts.

Ashmit: Mom?

Me: I think I can’t do this and should quit.

Ashmit: No…Mom… I feel you can do it. See, ever since I can remember, I have seen you properly dressed and not showing an inch of your skin. So obviously, you are not used to it. I feel you need to get over this first. I suggest you wear something revealing for the rest of the evening and till tomorrow morning when our maid comes for her work. Then…

Me: No way! I can’t do that. I interrupted Ashmit in between. Ashmit: If you can’t show off your body to your son, how can you do that in front of strangers?

Amit: I think Ashmit has a point. Not just revealing. I think you should stay naked or at least semi-naked. Come on, take off your clothes.

Though Ashmit had a logical point, somehow, I was still not at all ready for all that. But since Amit supported that, I realized that there was no point in resisting. So I got up and went inside our room. I wore bicycle shorts and a sports bra. A few months ago, I purchased them when I joined a gym.

Though my gym enthusiasm didn’t last more than 2 weeks, those clothes have been lying idle in the cupboard since then. The shorts were almost up to my knees, covering my thighs, and it was high, almost up to my navel. My navel just peeped out of its elastic.

The sports bra, too, was high on the neck. It had a big zipper on the front, and it showed no cleavage. I felt I had sorted out the problem without showing too much of my skin. But as I walked out, both Amit and Ashmit, through their expressions, conveyed that they didn’t like my attire.

Amit gestured something to Ashmit through his eyes and murmured something. Before I could ask them what was cooking between them, Ashmit got up and came towards me.

Ashmit: Wow Mom! You look so beautiful and hot.

And he hugged me tightly. I felt quite relaxed to hear those words. I hugged him back. Ashmit tightened the grip of his hands around my back. While I was having a soothing feeling, out of nowhere, Amit came near me and literally peeled the shorts from my waist.

In protest, I tried to move, but Ashmit held me tightly and didn’t let me move.

Me: Amit, what the fuck you are doing. Ashmit, leave me.

To cut short my blabbering, Ashmit did something unthinkable. Suddenly, he pressed his lips against mine and closed my mouth. An electric current passed through my body. As a kid, he had kissed my lips on countless occasions.

But gradually, as he grew up, he stopped kissing my lips and kissed only on my cheeks. In the last 3-4 years, I don’t remember him kissing me even once. My resistance and protest died down in that split second. I started responding to his kiss.

It was the first time in my entire life I was kissing a man other than my husband. Though he was my son, he wasn’t kissing like he was kissing his mom. But he was kissing as if he was kissing his girlfriend, full of passion.

I was so engrossed in the kiss that I didn’t even realize when he unzipped my bra and opened it completely. I got to know about it when his fingers gently brushed on my underboobs. I could sense some hesitance from Ashmit’s side to touch the boobs.

I held his hand. I was about to put it on my breast. But Just around that time, Amit pulled off my shorts along with the thong I had worn inside. Now, they both were lying on the floor at my ankles. But while doing that, he accidentally pulled a few hairs off my thick bush around my pussy.

I instantly broke the kiss and screamed, “Ouch.” But I was still completely captivated by the beautiful feeling of kissing my son passionately. It didn’t bother me at all that my shorts were taken down. I came back to my senses.  I was completely shocked.

My mind was full of guilt for enjoying a passionate kiss with my son. I looked down at myself. The zipper of my bra was fully opened, and both boobs were popping out partially from it. My shorts were lying on the floor.  But Amit wasted no opportunity and pulled off my bra from my shoulders.

I was fully naked in front of my son. Ashmit was gazing at me from top to bottom. Trying to cover my melons with one hand and my thick bush with the other hand, I almost yelled.

Me: What the fuck you guys are doing? I felt I was not angry at my heart. I liked that feeling of being naked in front of those two guys. My cheeks become red with shyness and excitement. Both guys didn’t say anything. They were giggling. Amit started to speak.

Amit: See, darling, we asked you to be semi-naked. But you didn’t oblige. So we made you fully naked.

Now, both of them laughed loudly.

Me: Shut Up! And you, Ashmit, who the hell kisses his mom in this way, huh?

Ashmit: See, Mom, in any case, we were going to do that for your rehearsals. So think we started a little early. (And he winked his eyes)

In the meantime, Amit again became a little naughty. He slowly came to my back. I was talking with Ashmit. He pushed my hand on my boobs aside and got hold of both the boobs from the backside, and started to squeeze them. I felt I was turning on. So I just slapped on this hand.

Me (in a soft and shy tone): Stop it. What are you doing?

Amit (in a murmuring tone): Making love with my sexy wife.

Me (Again slapping his hand and in a murmuring tone): Shut up. We have our grown-up son right in front of us.

No matter how much resistance I showed, I was actually enjoying it, and it was turning me on. Especially the way Amit was pressing right on top of my nipples was making me more and more vulnerable with each passing second.

Knowing my weak points very well, Amit was almost tormenting me with the boob squeeze. Now, in spite of trying really hard, it was becoming very difficult to control my moans. Some soft moans started to escape from my mouth. I had started to feel wet in my pussy.

Now I was feeling the urge to have a dick inside my pussy desperately. I glanced at Ashmit. He was watching all this silently. As I looked at him, all of a sudden, he stood up and started to walk slowly towards me. As he got up, a big tent in his shorts was visible.

With his every step, my heart was beating faster and faster. What is he going to do now? Whether he, too, join me and Ashmit? Will Amit stop his son, or will he let him do whatever he wants to do with his mom? Will the father-son duo have a threesome with me?

But how can he do something with his mom? How can my pussy be so wet at the thought of doing something with my son? How can that thought excite me? My mind was cluttered with countless thoughts in those few seconds.

At the same time, my pussy was so oozing with fluids that they started to drip slowly through my thighs. The hand that was covering my pussy, was actually rubbing it now slowly. And just at that time, he stood barely a few inches away from the tent, almost touching his hand on the pussy.

My heart started to pound so fast that I guess he could have heard it. He stood there silently for a few seconds, making my heart beat even faster. He had eye contact with Amit, who was still gleefully kneading my boobs like roti dough. Perhaps he wanted to do something.

But he was hesitant, considering his father was right there. While I was already excited by the constant boob squeezing by Amit, I was becoming extremely anxious about Ashmit’s next move. Finally, Amit broke the silence.

Amit: What are you waiting for, my son? Feel free to do whatever you wish to do. You don’t need my permission.

After saying that, he released my boobs from his hands and exposed my milky white melons to my son. Now, my heart, which was racing like a Formula One car, abruptly stopped and skipped a bit or two.

Amit slowly removed my hand from my pussy and inserted his middle finger as deep as he could. Finally, I moaned loudly and openly.

Ashmit: Come on, Dad, are you out of your mind? I should go in my room, and you should practice the scenes which are not in the script (And he winked his eyes). Or we should get back to the rehearsals. I guess she won’t be having any problem with showing off her cleavage now.

Me: Thanks, beta. You saved me.

I quickly freed myself from Amit and rushed back to the room. I touched my pussy, and it was literally drenching wet. I went to the bathroom and started to clean myself. But the thoughts of what had happened in the drawing room just a while back still lingered in my head.

I had a guilty feeling about all that I imagined about Ashmit just a while ago. I was also worried whether I would be able to control myself while rehearsing some sex scenes with Ashmit. I wore the clothes and came back. We rehearsed the scene for one more time with Amit.

Ashmit was right. This time, pulling down my pallu and exposing my cleavage didn’t bother me much, and the scene was done quite finely. Ashmit looked very pleased.

Ashmit: Wow! You were simply phenomenal. The Director won’t consider any other name. Should we try the next part of the scene?

The next part of the scene was in the bedroom. My pallu was still down. I slowly opened all the hooks of the blouse. Now my bra-clad boobs are exposed. He took off my blouse completely and threw it on the floor. I took off his tee and started to kiss his bare chest while rolling my hands on his back.

Then I untied his pyjamas, and his pyjamas fell on the floor. Then I untied my saree petticoat. At that time, I forgot that after the earlier incident, I had not worn the panties and worn the saree petticoat directly. Now Amit was in his underwear while I was in my bra only.

I laid Amit on the bed and almost jumped on him and sat on his crotch. I started to kiss him passionately. The scene was supposed to end there. But I was done with the rehearsals. Now I desperately wanted a cock inside my pussy.

Ye sex kahani meri apni hai, aur main first time kahani likh raha hu. Main Punjab mein rehta hu. Desi buddha hu age ke hisab se. Meri body bahut fit hai, young ladkon se behtar body hai meri. Lund size mera 8.5 inches hai. Mota bhi kaafi acha khaasa hai, aur timing bhi 30 minutes se upar hai. Main family mein rehta hu.

Mera ek dost hai. Wo Mumbai ka hai. Mera ham-umar hai. Usko kuch time ho gaya, wo USA mein rehta hai. Lekin family uski Punjab mein rehti hai.

Uski wife ki age 45 hai. Wo apni mummy sath rehti hai, jinki age 60 plus hogi. But wo behne lagti hai. Kaafi maintain kiya hai unhone khud ko. Unke ghar mein Neha bhabhi, Simran mummy, bhai, ek aur bhabhi rehti hai.

Unke ghar mein problem chal rahi thi, to mere dost ne mujhe bola ki aap jaake help karo unki. To maine bola theek hai. Fir maine wife ko sath liya, aur waha chala gaya. Unke ghar 2-4 din hum rahe. Fir hum wapas aa gaye ghar.

Fir bhabhi ne phone pe bola: Mujhe kaam hai aapse, to aap aao ek baar. Lekin akele aana.

Maine bola: Theek hai.

Maine fir agle din gaadi nikali apni, aur chala gaya. Jab main gaya, bhabhi paani wagaira leke aayi. Maine sofa pe baith ke paani piya. Bhabhi kaafi sexy lag rahi thi. Unka waise size 38″ hoga, aur jism bhara hua tha bahut hot.

Fir maine bola: Bhabhi sab theek to hai na? Aapne aise bulaya mujhe.

To wo paas baith gayi aur boli: Hanji sab theek hai. Sab shaadi pe gaye hai. Main akeli darr rahi thi, to socha aapko bula lu.

Maine kaha: Koi baat nahi. Main aa gaya hu na. Darro nahi aap.

Tab sardiyon ke din the. Bahut thand thi. Tab shaam ke 4 baje hue the.

Maine bola: Theek hai, mujhe to sardi lag rahi hai.

To wo kehti hai: Aapki sardi kaise door hogi?

Maine kaha: Kya?

Bhabhi kehti: Main chai laati hu. Fir wo chai bana ke le aayi, aur hamne chai pee. Fir kuch der baad maine bola-

Main: Main naha ke fresh ho jau, aur aap khaana wagaira bana lo.

Tab tak main guest room mein gaya nahane ke liye. Aur jaise apne ghar mein main dhoti pehan leta tha raat ko, main dhoti aur baniyan pehan kar baahar nikal aaya. Wo mujhe dekhne lag gayi. Aur dekh ke wo kehti-

Neha bhabhi: Body to achi banayi hai bhai sahab.

Maine bola: Bas aise hi hai.

Fir dinner ka time ho gaya, aur dinner kiya. 9 baj chuke the, to meri aadat thi main raat paon dabwata tha roz wife se, aur fir hi neend aati thi. Unko bhi is baat ka pata tha. Meri wife jab aayi thi, usne bataya tha unko.

Fir main guest room jaane laga to Neha kehti-

Neha: Aap bhi mere waale room mein so jao. Main darr jati hoti hu.

To maine bola: Theek hai.

Room bada tha, aur sofa bhi pada tha. Ek room mein bed aur ek charpayi thi. To unhone mera bistar bed pe lagaya, aur khud ka charpayi pe. Fir hum dono aaye, aur apne-apne bistar par let gaye.

Tabhi wo boli: Bhai sahab, main daba du aapke paon?

Maine bola: Nahi.

Wo kehti: Mujhe bhabhi bata gayi thi, ki aapko neend nahi aati bina paon dabwaye.

Maine bola: Aise hi hai, chalo daba do bura na lage to.

Wo aayi, aur dabane lag gayi. Jaise hi usne hath rakhe body garam thi unki, to mujhe acha lagne laga. Maine dhoti upar kar di, to unko sab dikhne laga. Andar se main anjan bana raha. Wo bhi dabati hui dekhti rahi.

Mera lund to full khada ho gaya tha, aur baahar se bhi dikhne laga. Wo dekh-dekh full garam ho gayi thi, to paon se wo taango pe aa gayi. Fir achanak se unhone mere lund pe hath rakha, aur masalne lagi.

Aise lag raha tha jaise bahut pyaasi thi. Maine bhi dhoti utaar di, to wo sharma gayi ki main jaag raha tha. Maine bhi usko baju se pakda, aur utha ke bed pe lita diya. Fir main uske upar chadh gaya, aur honth choosne laga.

Wo chup-chaap maze lene lagi. To maine uske saare kapde utaarne shuru kar diye. Jaise hi maine uski kameez utari, uske bade-bade boobs mere saamne aa gaye. Uske boobs ko dekh ke main pagal ho gaya.

Maine fir boobs ko pakda, aur daba-daba ke choosne laga. Bahut maza aa raha tha usko. Tabhi maine neeche se usko salwar utaar di. Jaise hi uski sawar utari, to mujhe uski fuddi dikhi.

Fuddi dekh ke aisa lag raha tha, ki jaise kabhi chudi hi na ho. Maine fir apne lund ko fuddi pe rakha, aur uske doodh choosne laga. Wo maze se aahh aahh kar rahi thi. Fir maine usse bola-

Main: Neha randi ban jaa meri, aur mujhse khul ke chudwa.

Wo kehti: Mujhe sharam aati hai.

To maine kaha: Ab mujhse kaisi sharam? Agar maza lena hai to khul ke lo na, aise nahi.

Wo boli: Theek hai fir chod do mujhe.

Main uski fuddi pe apna lund ragadne laga, aur wo siskiyan lene lag gayi.

Fir wo boli: Daal do is lund ko ab mere andar, aur chod mujhe.

Maine ek jhatka maara, aur aadha lund andar daal diya. Wo cheekh uthi-

Neha: Aaahh, maar diya saale.

Main aadha daal ke doodh choosne laga zor-zor se. Isse usko kuch sukoon aaya. Maine fir pora jhatka maar ke saara lund fuddi mein thok diya. Ab uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya, aur wo boli-

Neha: Dard ho raha raha hai. Kaisa lund hai mota tera.

To main fir doodh choosne laga, to usko sukoon ayaa. Fir main upar chadh ke usko chodne laga.

Wo bol rahi thi: Zor-zor se chod apni randi ko. 15 saal baad lund mila hai. Phaad de aaj mujhe.

Main aur josh mein aaya, aur zor-zor se lund ko thokne laga.

Wo: Aahhh ahhhh ahhh ahhh

aapka lund bahut maza de raha hai aapki randi ko.

Maine zor-zor se dhakke maarne shuru kar diye, to wo aur ooncha bolne lagi-

Neha: Chodo mujhe, aaj apni randi ki fuddi thoko, zor-zor se thoko.

Maine bola: Chal ab meri ghodi ban saali.

To wo ghodi ban gayi. Maine lund rakh ke thok diya fuddi mein.

Wo boli: Ahhh ahhhh maar diya ghode ne aaj mujhe.

Main zor-zor se chodne laga. Wo bhi maze le-le bole jaa rahi thi. Kaafi der chodne ke baad wo mere upar chadh kar khud chudne lagi. Fir usne apna paani mere lund pe chhodh diya.

Main bola: Saaf karo isko.

Usne saaf kiya. Fir maine use kaafi der choda zor-zor se, aur apna paani uski fuddi mein chhodh diya. Uske baad wo mere upar let gayi.

Tabhi main bola: Kya baat hai, teri gaand kuwari hai abhi.

Wo kehti: Kya batau, bas tere dost ka lund hi chhota hai, aur 15 saal se wo baahar hai.

Hum fir baatein karne lage. Story ka main pehlu abhi baaki hai. Aage ke part ki wait kijiye, aur kahani par apni feedback zaroor dijiye.

“This is not fair, Priya. You can’t leave me like this. I am not a small boy to masturbate. At least suck me till I cum,” I was almost pleading with her to relieve me.

Priya gave me a look at me and my cock, picking the lungi from the floor and handing it to me. She said, “I have an idea. Come with me to my home. My dad will be coming by 9 p.m. Sripriya will be alone in the kitchen. You can take her by surprise while she is cooking and I will come later. What do you say?”

I thought it was not a bad idea to take the slut wife into her own home. I wore the T-shirt and wrapped the lungi. I said, “I just need a pussy to drill and to deposit my cum. Mom or daughter doesn’t matter. But you must keep guard and let me know if your dad or relatives show up as it’s Onam today.”

I closed the door and went down to Priya’s house. Priya closed the main door and signalled me towards the kitchen. The kitchen platform was not visible from the hall. I went in and saw Sripriya standing near the stove with her back towards the door and humming.

I silently went near her. Bending, I lifted her saree, exposing her plump buttocks. The bitch was not wearing panties, as I had it with me. Sripriya was startled when her saree was lifted, and tried to turn back. I quickly swung into action.

Dropping my lungi down, holding my cock in my right hand and pressing her head down, keeping my left hand on the back of her head. I tried to push my cock between her ass cheeks, trying to find her pussy door.

But Sripriya, who was in a state of shock, was wriggling her ass and legs, making it difficult for me to penetrate her. Bending my head down close to her ear, I whispered, “It’s me, Sripriya. Don’t create a scene. Cooperate with me for 10 minutes.”

Sripriya turned her head. Seeing me, she was relieved, but with mock anger, she said, “What is this, Chetta? My husband may come anytime, and Priya should be in the house too.”

“Don’t worry about Priya. She went to her friend’s place after my tuition, and your hubby will come by 9. So we have 2 hours to enjoy. Give me half an hour. I am really horny dear,” I said, still trying to locate her door to heaven.

“You are impossible, Chetta. You just fucked me a few hours before, and already horny. Did you get hard by seeing Priya’s young body,” Sripriya said, smiling.

My left hand was pressing her breasts on the blouse. My right hand was showing my cock in the direction of her love hole. “Priya is still a young girl, and you are…” My cock found an opening and tried to enter it.

“Stop. You are trying to enter the wrong hole, Chetta. Wait, I will help you,” Sripriya inserted her right hand from under her thighs and held my cock. I released my right hand, and both hands were on her boobs for grip, ready to mount her. She had taken charge of my cock.

Sripriya expertly placed my cock at the opening of her pussy, I gave a gentle push, and I was fully inside her. She was wet already, and it made it easy to enter her so easily.

Sripriya, moaning, turned back and asked, “Priya is still young, and am I old Chetta?” Pulling my cock a bit out and ramming in her again, I said, “Who said you are old? You are ripe, ready to be eaten and taken anytime, dear.”

I was pounding her from my back in slow strokes, feeling her soft buttocks hitting my abdomen. Sripriya’s saree pallo was on the floor. I inserted my hands in her blouse top and ripped it apart.

Her breasts were released from the confines of her tight blouse. Cupping both her breasts, I began to pound her hard now.

“Chetta, you are killing me. Oh, yes, fuck me hard, Chetta. More, still harder,” Sripriya was screaming. I kept on fucking her nonstop without pausing.

“If you are so tight at this age, I wonder how your daughter will be, Sripriya,” I said, pounding her and she had an orgasm creaming my cock with her cum.

“Ah, do you want to fuck Priya, Chetta?” Sripriya said, taking a deep breath.

“Sure, why not if I get the chance? She is inexperienced, and I will give her sex education along with Math if you permit,” I said fondling her hanging boobs.

“My husband will kill you if you try something like that. You have already taken his wife, and you want his daughter, too. Aren’t you greedy? I will satisfy you myself. Don’t even think of seducing my little girl, Chetta,” Sripriya said in a firm tone.

But the bitch didn’t know that her little girl had already seduced me and made me her pussy eater and sex toy. I heard movement behind me and turned back. I was not surprised to see Priya standing behind my back. Placing a finger to her lips, Priya signalled me not to give out her presence.

She held my dancing balls in her left hand, and her right hand gripped my creamed cock at the base. She was feeling her stepmom’s ass and my cock moving in and out of Sripriya’s slushy pussy. I looked back when I felt Priya’s body upon me.

The young slut had lifted her shirt and was pressing her naked firm boobs on my back. What a lucky day it was for me. The stepmom and the daughter sandwiched me. It was a nice feeling to have Priya’s young tits being crushed on my back.

“Chetta, why did you slow down? Fuck me fast and hard. I don’t want Priya to come and catch us like this. Finish off quickly. I will come in the afternoon tomorrow, and you can fuck me as long as you like,” Sripriya said, panting urging to finish soon.

I came to my senses, hearing her, gripping her boobs tightly began to ram her as fast I could. I knew I was close as Priya was rubbing my balls and holding my cock tightly at the base. I saw her kneeling on the floor. I sensed my cock being licked up as I was moving in and out of Sripriya’s moist pussy.

I was baffled at the young girl’s courage. She asked me to fuck her stepmom in her own house. Now she was licking me as her stepmom was being fucked. I hated the young girl’s guts. But I plundered her mom’s ripe pussy, wondering when I would get the chance to enter this gutsy girl’s pussy.

I knew I was close and gave long strokes. I pushed my cock all the way inside Sripriya’s pussy and began shooting my cum. Sripriya had become silent, receiving my cum gracefully in her womb. I pulled my cock out.

Priya took my cock in her mouth and sucked my cum and her stepmom for a brief second. She silently went out of the kitchen. I stepped back, and Sripriya’s saree fell, covering her legs. Sripriya stood up, turned towards me began hitting my chest with her free breasts juggling on her chest.

“What has gotten in you, Chetta? You shocked me literally,” Sripriya said, lifting her pallo and wiping my cock clean of our juices.

“You could have sucked my cock clean with your mouth. Why did you use your saree, dear?” I said, pinching her hard nipples.

“Chee, you are very naughty Chetta. Don’t worry, I will make it up for you. I will give you a nice morning blowjob early in the morning before my hubby wakes up. Keep the door locked. I will use my key and enter. I thought of doing it without telling you before you came here now. Now, it won’t be a surprise. Look what you have done to my blouse,” Sripriya said, showing her torn blouse hooks.

“Don’t worry, I will get you a new dress tomorrow if you give me a nice blowjob in the morning,” I said and wrapped my lungi across my tummy, kissed her on the lips and left her house.