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Hey all! This is a story between me and my high school friend, Manvi. This happened in Nagpur when we were 19. Both of us had lost our virginity by then.

We were extremely mature about sex for that age. We knew we loved sex, but we didn’t want the drama of a relationship. And most importantly, we were experts in talking dirty. And making people uncomfortable with the filthy talk.

Manvi had a thin waist and a tight round ass. Her boobs were like light bulbs, with pointy nipples. We both were in the school basketball team. We used to spend a lot of time practising in and out of school.

While playing, we both used to touch each other’s private parts whenever we got a chance. Sometimes, I used to spank her when she was shooting a basket. She used to wear cute thigh-length shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt while playing.

She had incredibly sexy thighs. The type that would want you just to spread apart and start shoving your cock in. This particular story was when we were 19. She started going to a commerce college, and I pursued science.

It was all very new for us since we don’t see each other every day now. But I used to play basketball every day. There, I used to be around a lot of pretty girls. But none gave me a high that Manvi did. She was some goddess.

We didn’t have smartphones back then. It was all about SMS packs and word limits. But we both were too bored of that crap.

One day, we stumbled upon each other near Hislop College, Nagpur.

She said, “Ooh, l sense a throbbing cock somewhere, lol.”

I smirked and responded, “Well, it salutes a dry pussy when it sees one.”

Manvi (chuckled): I have missed you, Mr.Black-Cock.

It’s exactly as it sounds. I have a black pulsating 5.6-inch dick which Manvi was obsessed about.

Me: Me too, Miss Velvet Pussy.

She laughed. Manvi looked around, biting her lips and came a bit closer to me.

Manvi whispered: Want to soak my pussy right now?

I was thrilled, and my cock actually started throbbing. I am sure it remembered her lips.

Me: Of course. I see your boobs are almost the size of my palm now.

She came a bit forward and gave my cock a wild rub. And gave me the horniest expression. She was wearing a salwar kameez. So she had the most Indian cleavage ever.

Manvi: Want to see my new panties? Bummer, I’m not wearing any, lol!

She laughed maniacally. She held my hand and walked me to the nearest cigarette shack. She went seductively to the shopkeeper and showed just enough cleavage to get his blood running.

Manvi: Bhaiya, 5-6 minute ke liye tapri ke peeche jaana hai. Kisiko bhejna mat. Nahi toh aapka lauda kaat dungi haha

(Uncle, I need to go behind the shack for 5-6 minutes. Make sure no one comes, or else I shall cut your cock)

She gave him a 20 rupee note.

He said: Jaiye madam. (Go, madam.)

I looked at my cock and said: And that’s why we love Manvi

The shack was at the end of the road. There was a little space behind it, just enough to make Manvi lean and spread her legs a foot wide. She was walking furiously. Damn, she was horny.

Manvi: Mandar jaldi yaar. Foreplay wagare ka time nahi hai. Bus ghusa ke paani pila de.

(Quick Mandar, there’s no time for foreplay. Just push your cock in and feed me your fluids.)

As soon as we reached the spot, I pulled her stroll down and cupped her buttocks. Gave her a loud spank.

Manvi: Ahh!

Me: Turn around, slut.

I turned her around and bent her a little. She was so perfect that her cute watermelon ass came right on my cock. I held her shoulder and pulled her kameez off them. I could see her straps. I lifted her kameez and started removing her salwar strings.

Manvi: Smooth, huh! Faster babe. Or are you just stalling to get a hard-on hahaha

Me: I was hard the minute I fucked you in my mind.

Manvi: Shut up and fuck now.

I pulled her salwar in one go to her heels. The bitch wasn’t lying. She wasn’t wearing panties. I quickly pulled my pants down and slapped my black dick on her butt.

Manvi: Mandar, you ass, stop watching too much porn. A lady doesn’t really like to wait.

I spat on my finger and, without any mercy, entered it forcefully in her ass. That was our thing. Finger the ass, fuck the pussy.

Manvi: Ah! Mandar, you are my favourite boy toy. I see you remember. Finger the ass and fuck my pussy.

I pushed my dick into her wet tight pussy mercilessly. She suppressed a scream.

Manvi: Uff, Mandar, fuck you for letting me dry all this time.

Me: Come on, babe, twerk that booty.

Manvi started shaking in rhythm. She was biting her lips. And her face was pushed against the wall. I started humping her hard. There was no condom. She was a sucker for naked dicks and a pill addict.

She had an abortion already. And we still don’t know whether it was my doing or someone else’s. Isn’t that hot? I squeezed shoulder with one hand and fingered her ass with the other. My dick was doing the rest.

She was thumping me back. Thap thap thap thap. The sounds only got wetter. Phach, phach, phach. Suddenly, there was a sound of a twig cracking through the bushes. I almost stopped

Manvi: Ah, don’t worry, Mr Black-cock. It’s the shopkeeper.

Me: Lol, should we call him to spank you too?

Manvi: Nah, not today. My dad’s coming to pick me up.

Me: Such a bummer.

Manvi shouted to the shopkeeper: Bhaiya, aapko bhi ek lauda chahiye kya gand mein? Bhago idhar se nahi toh chilla dungi!

(Uncle, do you want to get fucked in the ass too? If not, then fuck off, or I will start screaming.)

The shopkeeper ran away.

Me: Such a tease!

Manvi: Just keep humping.

I cupped her boobs from behind and started ramming her like a horse. Her body was writhing like a snake. Her bangles were making sounds like it was some brothel.

Manvi: Ah, harder.

Me: Babe, I think your father will have to wait. My balls aren’t in the mood to drain today, lol.

Manvi: Maybe I should have given the shopkeeper a chance while I suck you dry.

Me: Hahaha, let me go deeper.

I lifted her one leg against the wall and thrust hard inside her. She almost lost her balance.

Manvi: Aah, where did you learn that? Which slut are you banging nowadays?

Me: Just the usual, Anushka comes in handy. One hell of a nymph that bitch is.

Manvi: Aah that slut. Maybe I will do her one day, hahaha.

Me: Hahaha, sure, she once drained me in a cup and drank it naked.

Manvi: Shit, that makes me so wet. Mandar, cum fast, I want a drink too.

I knew what I had to do. I removed my cock in one thrust. Manvi shrieked.

Manvi: What the fuck do you think you are doing?

I got hold of her kameez end and lifted it. Shoved the same in her mouth. I spat heavily on my cock and shoved it inside her ass without a warning. Manvi writhed and suppressed a miserable scream. Her back arched and started shaking. She was so so so tight that my cock was suddenly squeezing life.

Me: Ah, bitch you are so tight. Get a dildo and practice your ass, babe.

Manvi: Ahh, hmmm.

She couldn’t utter a word. I held both her hands so she couldn’t remove the gag from her mouth. And started humping harder.

One stroke, two strokes, three, four, five……

…13, 14, 15 and so on.

I felt a gush of cum rushing itself into my dick. I quickly removed her gag.

Me: Quick, choose mouth or ass or cleavage

Manvi: Mouth now.

I withdrew my cock at once, and Manvi quickly went on her knees. One boob of hers was popping out of her kurti. I bent a bit and squeezed that tit.

I unloaded a huge squirt on her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was humming.

Manvi: Aah, Mandar.

She started licking her lips and stroking my cock.

Manvi: Aah, babe, you are the best fit for all my holes

Me: Now fuck off, or that old geezer of yours will make a fuss.

She quickly got hold of her things. Adjusted her cleavage and started walking off. She started walking towards the shop. I spanked her extremely hard as she left. She let out a moan and wiggled her ass.

I sat behind the shop for a while to let go first. I was still stroking my cock. Over the years, Manvi and I had a lot of such endeavours. Stay tuned for more. Do read my previous stories.

Chat with me at [email protected].

Disclaimer: I am a guy with a straight orientation. So, if you are a guy pretending to be a woman, kindly stay away. I am on a mission to normalise sex. I don’t want cowards hiding their identity behind their fetish.

I was flushing with sensations as I paced across the room. My heart was pounding. I never thought in my wildest dreams that a squeeze on my ass can be this arousing. I bit my lips at the thought that my son’s giant palms mauled my soft cheeks. I felt this strange desire to present my cheeks to him and surrender to his mercy, let him squeeze and tease me.

For a moment I wanted him all over my ass, wanted to feel his tongue in every place, my butthole.. but at the same time, it is so sweaty and stinky. It is a gandhii place, totally gandhii. It is my most private secret place that even my husband has not explored.

I couldn’t take my mind off the steamy thoughts so I thought of going for a run in the ground to distract myself.

“Wow! You look very energetic today, honey,” my husband Ravi remarked as he came out of the bathroom.

“Yeah honey, I feel good today. Tempted to go for a run. You want to come?”

“Well, no! I just had a bath and must get to shop a bit early today! There’s a thunderstorm warning. You should go to school early today.”

“Just a few minutes of run and I’ll be okay,” I hummed, slipping on my black tight tracks and t-shirt. As I got out of our room, I saw my son Dev walking out of the hallway, dressed up in running gear. He was headed out to the stadium too.

We took the car and dropped Ravi at the shop. As soon as we bid bye to my husband, my son’s hand rested on my ass.

“Shh…honey, I am driving!” I chided.

“You are the best of us when it comes to driving, so don’t worry!” my son winked as he gently moved his hands around.

I pushed his hands away and warned him again. Retracting his pesky hands, he sat like a good baby for the rest of the ride.

Before our jogging, Dev came close and whispered:

“Run well, maa.” He gave a quick pinch.

“Okay! Geez beta, stop your pinching, it’s public!” I whispered.

My whole plan about not getting horny was ruined by this idiot son.

As I jogged, I paid attention to my ass. The way the fabric of my wet panty made delicate friction, the way my butt giggled, the sweat accumulating, the heat, etc. I remembered how these very cheeks were held by my son’s strong hands as he pleasured them. I longed for his hands to feel my hot beating burning ass again. I longed for him to knead and tease. I longed to feel the way he made me feel with his antics.

As I drove back home, I stared at my son’s hands differently. For the first time, the sight of his palms made me aroused. I waited if he would make a move but he was quiet. Soon, it began to rain heavily. Dev turned on the radio. The news announced that today would be a holiday due to rain.

“No office today,” Dev whispered.

“No school for me either.”

We silently parked the car. I turned off the engine.

Soon after I stood on the floor, Dev suddenly held my waist and picked me up.

He locked me in his grip and carried me to his room. He placed me against the wall, hung his arm around my waist began kneading my ass again. My spirits soared as I felt his grip again. It took a good amount of self-control on my part not to moan or yell “Yesssss” when he kept kneading and pressing my hot ass cheeks.

But the control was short-lived. As he continuously and lovingly molested my cheeks, I moaned “Yes” to his every attack.

“You like your son kneading you?”

“Yesssss yessss..I love your hands there son..Knead me forcefully. Yes!” What a shameless person I had become overnight! A slave to my son’s lustful fetish. I could not believe I was enjoying my ass being assaulted.

“Oh maa, mera randi deviiii” Dev moaned as he began to knead harder and faster.

“Ohhh meri ranjhaa, oooh maaro mujhe jhor se..” I bickered.

I got aroused in every affront. The room was filled with sounds of moans, slaps and pompous grunting.

After moments of intense ass-squeezing, suddenly Dev stopped.

My senses heightened and became sensitive to the calm. I was standing against the wall with hands resting on them and my ass facing my son. He was just behind me, allowing his long finger to seductively trace through my back. I felt goosebumps as his bare hands entered my tracks. I shuddered as his rough palm slowly grazed the soft naked skin of my ass for the first time. I let him remove my tracks and my soaked, wet, dripping panty.

I felt the cool air against my naked, exposed ass. Next, I felt my son’s big palm against my cheeks. I felt his fingers cupping and his thumbs grazing the crevice of my ass. Oh my God! My son was moving through the crevice, the forbidden place, the dark place, my gandhii place. Oh no, his thumbs were grazing deeper.

“Oh my god, oh my god. Stop. Stop it.. Mother is dirty down there” I pleaded but to no avail. My son’s finger slid through my sweaty crevice unashamed.

“Uuuhh…It’s dirty and stinky there, beta….don’t embarrass your mother..please…”

My son responded by further widening my cheeks. In the space between my dirty crevice…I felt some strange sensation of air and moisture. I shuddered when I realized that it was my son’s nose on my butthole. He was going to smell my sweating, dirty, dark anal crevice.

“Ohhh..no…its gandiii gandiii..please..” I moaned but to no avail. I felt him inhale my dirty slimy scent and shudder pierced through my spine as the taboo debauchery ensued between the mother and son.

Dev gently wafted and whiffed in his mother’s deep scent. He stole away the secrets from my puckered arse hole, inch by inch. He lingered achingly through every inch of crevice and relished its dirty, steamy, scent. I soon felt my son’s wet tongue touch my butthole. Sensation throbbed through my being with his dirty touch and my womb spasmed in pleasure. I didn’t realize that juices from my pussy were overflowing and wetting the carpet. All I knew was that his warm, wet, dirty touch sent spasm after spasm of bliss.

My own son was licking and smelling every corner of my dirty sweaty ass. The wetness of his tongue adorned my sphincter and tickled my nerves into a wave orgasm. The sheer taboo, the sheer sin, the sheer rawness of my son lustily inhaling, smelling, and devouring my darkest dirty anal crevices made me moan in a wild rapture.

He ate every crevice of me, he smelled every forbidden place as long as he wanted. He smelled with abandon, and passion and wild longing. He tasted me, and ate me for hours till my body exploded intense shuddering orgasm after orgasm.

“Oh maaa, maa, I love you,” Dev moaned as I regained my composure.

He gently lifted me and placed me on his bed, gave me some water and wrapped a warm blanket around me. As he tried to go away, I held his hand, cajoled him into the blanket and slept with him.

I woke up and checked the time. The thunderstorm had subsided. It was time for Ravi to return. I took my clothes and walked to my room.

Dev excused me from going to his room again that night. But I longed to see him again. After Ravi slept, I tiptoed into his room. He was in his studies, the night lamp turned on. He perceived my entrance quizzically.

I walked to him slowly, turned around, removed my leggings to reveal my bare ass, and bent down. My ass must have glistened under the night lamp. Soon my son’s mouth was on my crevice. I warmed up to his tongue and let him have my butt to his heart’s content.

My pussy leaked water, overflowing its container. Fuck! I wanted that lustful itch of mine to be fulfilled. I wanted to get penetrated and fucked. Lovingly. Relentlessly. Thoroughly. If only we weren’t related, I thought. If only he felt the same way about my pussy. But he was my son who was getting over his obsession so that he could find a life partner. I should control myself.

Dev thanked me for coming, lay me on the bed and he lay next to me. We talked without inhibitions. He told me all this was like a dream come true for him. I wished I could kiss him and run my fingers through his chest, but that would be super taboo and so I controlled it.

“You know I really wish to cuddle you and hold you, maa. But we can’t, right maa…” Dev whispered.

“I am afraid so..”

My heart shuddered with love for him but one side of me controlled.

That night, Dev got some warm massage oil, made me lie on my stomach and gently and lovingly, massaged my buxom ass till it was time for me to return. It was a beautiful experience. Still, my pussy needed some fulfillment.

I returned to our room and began to kiss my husband Ravi. When he opened his eyes, I was naked rubbing my dripping pussy on his crotch like a bitch in heat. He responded by sucking my lips passionately. He removed his pajama and exposed his hardon. I kissed him with dripping saliva while he positioned his cock on the entrance of my wet cunt. I wasted no time in sliding in. It felt like years since we fucked and I felt happy we were doing it again.

I started bucking my hips on his cock like a wild demoness until he climaxed inside me, which was pretty quick. He went to the toilet to clean his jizz, put on a new pajama, kissed my lips and pulled me close.

“Mm, that was hot!” Ravi mused.

“It was, honey” I kissed him back.

Ravi slept like a baby while I rubbed my pussy till slumber overcame me as well.

The next day morning, I took a bath and was grinding for chutney when my son lifted the saree and petticoat, and slid my panty sideways without even wishing good morning.

“Hi, mom. Your cheeks are softer after the massage,” he said as he caressed my butt cups again.

“Oh…I don’t understand you.” I moaned as he spread the cups and buried his nose into my anal crevice, inhaling me again. It felt raunchy. His licking was too good for me to focus on grinding. He enjoyed eating my anal dumplings till I heard my husband’s alarm ring. I shooed him away just as Ravi woke up.

That morning, we had another kinky adventure. I took the usual metro bus to reach my school. The bus is crowded during the morning time and that day was no exception. As I stood in there, I felt a hand on my ass.

“Shit, Deva!” I noticed the huge hunk of a man clad in a mask standing behind me. He skillfully ran his finger around my soft ass. As the bus suddenly came to a halt at the next stop, he squeezed me.

“Uffff” I moaned. The lady next to me asked if I was okay.

“Yeah..uff..hmm…I’m fine ma’am..just a shhh sprain. No problem.”

As the crowd increased, Deva began to get bolder with me, kneading and teasing my ass. I stood leaning to a pole enjoying my son’s game. He was assaulting my ass, in a public bus! And I was enjoying it. He skillfully tickled me and readily kneaded me. My body sweated in the excitement.

After he kneaded my ass to his heart’s content, he leaned to me discreetly, “Fulfilled?”

“No..you dirty…” I whispered back, excited, anticipating his next move.

He now gently held my waist and pulled me behind until my ass rested on his hard erection. I felt his raging warmth on my cheeks. He skillfully found my crevice and rested his cock there, sliding gently all the while caressing my ass.

“How about now?” he whispered.

“Son, it’s…aah..you can’t…use that thing…”

“I can feel you there, that’s what we agreed. I can feel with my nose, tongue and…this too” Dev murmured.

No doubt he was right.

“Mm…you pervert….in that case….pull your me closer to you,” I whispered shamelessly as I ran my hips up and down against his cock. I felt his thickness and knew for a moment that he was hard and strong. My son’s manhood was grazing my plump ass. Our breathing got heavy and some of the passengers suspected we were doing something kinky. But we did not stop.

I bucked my hips on his cock and he slid his hardon against my ass crevice. We played until the bus reached my stop. I got out sweating, wet and horny. Deva was nowhere to be seen.

I walked into my teaching cabin hurriedly. The school assembly was to begin and I had to rush there soon after keeping my stuff. Just as I unlocked my cabin, my son pushed me after appearing from hiding. He hushed me and hugged me. I tried my best not to kiss him and somehow succeeded.

He turned me around and expertly undid my saree. Amidst our heavy breathing, he slid down my dainty light blue petticoat.

“Uff…beta…assembly!” I tried to wiggle, but he pinned me to the table, split open my crevice and began eating like a mad man.

“Oh you, dirty dirty dirty boy….” I shuddered softly as he relentlessly ravished my anal canal with his tongue. I heard his pant falling down and soon I felt his hot rod rubbing my ass crack.

“Uff, you pervert” I moaned as he poured lubricant into my crack and began sliding in and out.

“Best feeling it is, maa.”

“Uff…uff..you can enjoy as much—ahh—as you want at home beta….this is shh school..”

“Oh, yeah? Can’t I rub my cock here dance teacher?” he began kneading me mercilessly, stimulating every zone in my ass and sliding his boner on my ass crack.

“Mfff yeah…you dirty devil” I moaned as he seductively rubbed his dick in me. We relished the moment…until the bell rang.

“Ohh…yes yes…oh..shhhhitttttttt beta, the bell rang…get the fuck out.” I hurriedly moaned. I couldn’t believe one hour passed so fast.

Dev put on his trousers and kissed my cheeks. “I’ll see you after office, my yummy maa”.

He dashed off to his office and I spent another half an hour putting on my panties, petticoat, and saree.

Excruciating!

End of part 2

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This is a work of fiction of a mad man with mad tastes.

I am Priya. One can call me a very traditional but trendy, conservative, simple housewife who happens to be an ardent teacher of Carnatic dance at a nearby school. My husband, Ravi is a busy merchant. I am in my 40s and he is 60. We have been happily married for 25 years and we have a son, Deva who is 24 years old and works in government service.

My routine since the time of marriage has been pretty much the same. I wake up at 4 am, do the chores, send those soldiers to the battlefield, go to dance school, maintain the home and serve my lovely soldiers when they are back from fighting the world.

What I am going to narrate changed my life upside down. In the 25th year of my marriage, a series of events made me lose myself in a bottomless pit of myriad sensations of such rapture which any traditional woman would be ashamed to even share even though they secretly yearn for it in their darkest fantasies. Such was the wickedness, wildness, debauchery, and perverted lustfulness that I was awakened into. And the awakener was none other than my own son.

It all started a few years back when Deva had just started a job in government service. As any loving traditional parents would do at that juncture, we wanted to get our son married. But Deva was adamant as hell that he would not marry. He had no girlfriend, no relationship, no love interest of any kind even though several girls- some daughters of my friends, were attracted and drooling over his mere strong masculine appearance and deep voice.

My son cannot be described as the charming talkative type. He is taciturn. Spends time working out, traveling, and reading. He moves his imposing body quietly but confidently. He is very thoughtful and preempts much of my needs before I even have to raise them. He gets me a waterbag when I get periods, watches over me when I am taking classes, makes delicious parathas and paneer, makes me laugh when I worry and takes me out when needed. He is such a gentleman and I see no reason why he should remain unmarried.

Thoroughly fed up after his 65th rejection of the proposal, I decided to have a serious conversation with him. That evening, I went to his room. He was inside the bathroom showering after his gym time.

I sat on his bed and noticed his laptop. I saw images of a saree-clad woman’s behind. Buxom, shapely beautiful figures. It felt quite funny too because the saree in the image was almost the same saree I was wearing. Or is it?! Before I could get to seek the saree in close, my son came out wearing his white kurta and pajamas.

“Kya hein, maa?” Dev smiled.

“Young man!” I blurted.

“What is it?” Deva quipped. His hair was disheveled, but his eyes were calm and quiet, despite my temper. He even seemed to be finding humor in it.

“So many good proposals and you reject everything with impunity. At least give them a read before rejecting!”

“Why should I waste my time? Rejection is the right response or else I will ruin the life of another person.”

I made him sit near me.

“What’s really bothering you, son?” I asked.

“ I’ve been meaning to answer this, maa. Now I think it is the right time. I want you to listen carefully maa. Don’t judge.”

“Okay” I whispered, looking at his composed eyes.

“I’m..I’m obsessed with your ass, mother. Nothing else turns me on. No other woman arouses me. I’ve tried it many times but failed. I respond to your ass. Only to your beautiful ass.”

I felt my like I got hit by seven speeding trains.

“Chiiii! You idiot! You dirty swine! How could you even think like this! Hey Bhagwan!! What has my son become!! This is most disgusting!!!”

Dev was silent. In his silence, I regained my composure.

“Should I tell this to your father?”

“Will that help, maa? It will not solve anything apart from jeopardizing my marital future.”

“What will help you, Dev?”

“I’ve tried forgetting, masturbating, everything..but it is not working maa.”

Slowly, I realized.

“The woman in your laptop screen..it’s..its..?” I trembled.

“It is you, mother” Dev completed.

We sat for a few minutes in silence. I could not even look into my son’s eyes.

“Maa” Dev broke the silence.

“There is perhaps one way you can help. You see, I fantasize and have these fetishes due to wild imaginations..perhaps..if I can come back to reality and perhaps if I can really experience your ass to my heart’s content…then the cravings might be satiated. And then I might be to respond to other women.”

“Chiiii! It’s so immoral”, I responded.

“It is just like I craved for chole battura the first time, mother. Remember the story you used to say..when I was a kid, I cried and cried and fought for it. But after some months, I let go of my obsession to chole battura and moved on to other dishes.”

I sat there for some time and thought over it.

Perhaps he is right. This might be the only way to ensure that he gets to be with a girl and lead a normal life. A matter of a few days or weeks, then he will get over his obsession and be like a normal person.

So I agreed by laying down some conditions.

“You can feel my ass as much as you wish. I will be available whenever you message me. But you must promise that you will not touch or feel any other body part of mine. You will remove my clothing only to the extent of seeing my ass.”

“Okay. I promise. Thank you, mother,” Dev’s eyes brightened up, but as I walked out, I saw his smile and he looked like a wolf. A kind but very hungry wolf.

“Tomorrow, beta” I said.

“Tonight.” he corrected. “After papa has slept, come to my room in this very same saree, ma.” he smiled.

“Geez beta!” I could not help but blush.

“You’ll be safe with me mother, you know that.”

“I trust you, son.” My heart was pounding 100 miles.

That night, as agreed, I slipped out of our marital bed and walked in the darkness upstairs to our son’s room. It was all going to be quick business. He would fondle my bummer and meddle with it for some time and that’s it, work will be done and we both can go back to leading our normal life, or so I thought as I walked into Dev’s dimly lit room.

As I turned and stood on my toes, stumbling to lock the door, I felt my son’s giant hand come in to aid. With his right hand, he put on the lock while his left palm gently groped the back of my saree. His fingers traced the contours of my left cheek and slowly glided. Just as my son reached the part where the ass ends and thigh begins, he clenched his fingers and grabbed my soft butt cheek. Sensations trickled down my body as it was the very first time someone teased down there.

His strong palms briefly relaxed before grabbing my soft flesh again, and yet another heavy gasp escaped my lips. Our eyes met for the first time. I looked into him quietly, I felt the whole world stop into a dance of inaction. Just as I was relaxing, his strong palm grabbed my cheeks again. He pressed again and again. I gasped again and again. I leaned myself on the door and arched my ass outwards.

“Is this okay, son?”

“Oh Yes maaa..” Dev was now directly behind me, running both hands on my cheeks, gauging its contours and softness.

He whispered into my ears how he yearned for this moment and how much he wished to squeeze my soft flesh. As he whispered his fantasy to me which was turning into reality, his squeezes became firm and rough, firmer, and rougher. The room was filled with silent gasps of the mother and son.

“Is it difficult in the saree? I think mommy in petticoat will be better for your hands,” I told him between his squeezes.

“Not today, mom” Dev gasped. “It’s risky to spend more time here again with papa around.”

My son then gave a wrenching squeeze on my cheeks before releasing his hands and opening the door for me.

“Maa, don’t wash yourself today. Okay?”

I nodded.

We kissed each other a formal mother-son good night kiss before parting. I went to our room, removed my saree and snuggled up inside my husband. As he sheepishly opened his eyes, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass.

“Squeeze me, Ravi. Squeeze me” I pleaded but my words went unanswered. I snuggled inside the blanket and drifted off to sleep.

At 4 am, as usual, I made my way into the kitchen for the day’s chores. The pink blouse and petticoat from the night was comfortable on me. As I walked sleepily to the kitchen, I was greeted by Deva. He was devouring my voluptuous curvy frame, fertile waist and protruding mommy boobs and at once I could see his cock throbbing in his pajamas. While talking, as I turned toward the stove, he gave a tight slap on my left ass cheek. God knows why but it sent shivers through my spine and I shuddered a little.

“Hey, hold it there!” I mock scolded.

A few seconds later, he gave a tight slap to my right ass cheek and moved away before I could catch him. Any time I turned away from him, he would squeeze, pinch and slap. This gimmick continued till I finally caught him, pushed him to the wall and warned him not to irritate me. He agreed smilingly and promised he’d never repeat it.

But just as I turned away and barely walked 3 steps, my mom held my waist, pulled me back, and grabbed my ass with brute strength that I moaned. I fell on his strong arms. He pinned my naked waist with his left arm and pulled me towards him, while wildly squeezing my ass cheeks with his right palm. He squeezed and mauled and kneaded my cheeks till we both ended up panting and sweating. I loved it. It felt phenomenal.

After the session, he helped me cook and we split up before Ravi woke up.

End of part 1.

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My hubby then took some tissue and cleaned my lubricated pussy. I removed his cummed condom and put them in a tissue paper. I asked him to throw them in a dustbin. My hubby wore his underwear and shorts. I, too, wore my panties. He then started kissing me.

It was then the lights came on for an interval. As soon as the lights came on, my hubby stopped mauling me. He got up from his seat and went to use the bathroom. The 2 guys in front of us also left outside, looking completely horny.

I was seated alone in the private cabin, waiting for my hubby to return. My hubby took some time to return. The movie started after the interval. I again started to get horny and wet by the music in the movie. My hubby returned with some more chips.

The other 2 guys were yet to return. My hubby came and made me glasses of vodka and soda. He made me drink 5 glasses of vodka mixed with soda. I got completely trippy.

My hubby then got kinkier. He put a blindfold on my eyes. He removed my black shirt and skirt. I was standing there in the cabin in my neon lingerie and skirt with stiletto. My lingerie was glowing in the cabin. Then he put handcuffs on both my wrists and made the scenario kinkier.

He then started mauling my boobs and kissing me. I was getting more and more hornier and wetter. I moved my hand towards his dick. It was fully erect. Just as we were enjoying our sexual moment, he got nature’s call, which he had to take. So, he made me sit and said he would be back very quickly.

But he forgot to remove my blindfold and handcuffs. He just lay me there. I heard the door open and close as he went out. I was trippy, horny, and wet, with my lingerie glowing in the dark. Just then, I heard the door open and close again. I thought it was my hubby. But it was the 2 other guys.

As I was trippy, I was in no position to oppose. The 2 saw an opportunity of a lifetime. As I was in a helpless situation, they could do anything to me. They both came and made me sit in between them. They started playing with my boobs.

Both held one boob of mine. They were squeezing my boob. Now they removed them out of my bra and were licking and sucking them. They were enjoying my boobs. One of them started smooching me, and the other guy was playing with my pussy by moving my panties.

It made me reach my sexual peak. Then, they made me kneel. I knew what they were going to do to me. So, I asked them to use condoms. I heard them pause and open the condom packets. They had put them on their respective dicks. One guy shoved his dick into my mouth and the other in my pussy.

They were grinding me from both ends. It was my first time taking 2 guys together. They were now ramming me at a great pace, and we all three were reaching our sexual peaks. Both came respectively and were happy. They made my lingerie proper, and both kissed me and left the room.

Wow, it was a great experience. I just fucked 2 guys that too together. Once they left, the door opened and closed again. I thought it was my hubby. But when the hands rubbed me on my thighs, I realized, fuck, it was someone else. He held me by my arms and made me stand up.

He then hugged me tightly, and that is when I guessed he must be the ticket counter guy. I knew he was bald. He was hurriedly squeezing my butt and was licking my shoulders. He then dropped back a bit, and by the sound, I think he stripped off his clothes. He got completely naked and wore a condom.

He came forward again. He then removed my bra and panty to make me almost completely naked, only with stilettos. He then gave his dick in my hand for a hand job. He got busy kissing me and mauling my boobs. He was doing me rigorously. After some time, he stopped my hands and took his dick back.

He then took my arms and put it around his neck. He pinned me to the wall and lifted my legs. He then just shoved his already hard dick deep into my pussy. He started ramming my pussy hard. His chest was rubbing rigorously over my boobs, and his lips were kissing my lips.

This went on for some time, and then he stopped and took out his dick. He again raised my hand and pinned them to the wall. He then turned me around with my hands pinned to the wall. He then grabbed my boobs and bent me over a little, and shoved back his dick back into my pussy.

Now he started mauling my boobs and ramming my pussy at a fast pace from behind. While doing so, he was kissing me over my shoulder and neck. My pussy was also giving his dick complete lubrication for smooth movement. He was truly enjoying fucking me like a slut.

He rammed me for some more time and finally came inside the condom. I thought he must be done and gone, as my husband could come at any moment. But to my surprise, he sat on the seat and made me sit on his lap. I think he poured some vodka on my nipples and sucked them one by one.

He enjoyed sucking my nipples, and then, when he was finally done. He arranged my clothes back to how they were and stood up and dressed up. He then kissed me on the lips, hugged me tightly, and left me on the seat. The door opened and closed.

Then, after a moment, the door opened and closed again. Someone came and sat in the front seat. I thought it must be those 2 guys who fucked me. After 5 minutes, my hubby arrived, very frustrated. Someone had jammed his toilet door.

He couldn’t open it, and after some time, the ticketing guy came and helped him out. I clearly understood the whole scene of what happened to me now. My husband got instantly horny by seeing me there with 2 guys in the front row. He turned me around and started fucking my pussy from behind.

He was doing it without a condom. Fuck, it was awesome to feel a raw dick after so many rounds of fucks. He rammed me for about 15 minutes and finally came on my bums. He sat on the seat and then cleaned my bums with a tissue.

He opened my handcuffs and blindfold. We both got dressed as the movie was about to end. As soon as we were dressed, the lights came on, and the movie was over. My hubby was really happy to fuck me like a whore. And I, on my end, enjoyed being a slut fucked by strangers.

While going out, my hubby went out first, with me behind him. While going out, one of the guys who fucked me squeezed my bum. I didn’t look behind to see who it was, but just left with my hubby. We booked a cab and reached home. Fuck this was a great experience for me and my hubby.

End of this part. I will come up with more sexiest things. Till then, enjoy this.

Hi, I am Madhan here. First, I want to thank all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my story, Ashwini’s Caring Boyfriend or Rugged Bestie?

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Let me dive straight to the story. Priyanka Shetty was very clear in describing her fantasy. Priyanka is a married housewife who settled in Bangalore after marriage. Her fantasy was simple. She wanted a stranger to feast her pussy.

She had a meticulously detailed plan on how the feasting of her pussy to be. I agreed, seeing her picture. She was the fairest lady. A small pressure would leave red marks. I had my dick dancing seeing her picture. This story will be limited to explaining her fantasy alone.

It was a weekday. She had perfectly planned when her husband was away at work and her kid at school. I reached her apartment, which was at Whitefield. Matching her picture, she was indeed a very hot and fairest lady I have ever met.

Let me describe her in a few lines. She had a round, chubby-cheeked face, cajoled, big dark eyes, small nose with thick, juicy lips. She wore a red saree with a red sleeveless blouse. Just out of the bath, her free hair remained wet.

She was fleshy and chubby with massive boobs. I could make out heavy thighs with a cake-like shaved pussy between them. She smiled and gave me a small hug. I could smell a pleasant fragrance from the scent she had used on her body.

Her red lips were inviting to be kissed, wildly matching with her red saree. Any man will leak seeing such a hot lady in that provoking attire. The fantasy was on the sofa of the main hall. She did not waste any time.

She turned on the TV and increased the volume to muffle any moans out of the house. She didn’t make any eye contact. The sofa was a massive L-shaped 10-seater with leather skin. I understood her plan the moment she increased the volume of the TV with a song in the backdrop.

I moved closer to her. Her fantasy was to treat her pussy to a stranger’s mouth, that too on the sofa of the main hall. I wanted to kiss her juicy lips. Her body was so yummy. I wanted to lick her underarms, which I rarely do.

Oh god, She turned around, bending with her one hand clutching the top of the sofa and knees pressed on the sofa. Parading her saree draped big massive ass in front of me. “Oh, Priyanka. What an ass yaar? You want me to eat you.”

I dug my face into the saree-draped ass and drove my face pressing around her soft ass cheeks. She started moaning, “Ah, Ya. Please eat me, Madhan. Please eat me.” Her voice was mild and very luscious.

She was dying to treat her pussy. I spanked her heavy ass over the saree. She spoke, “Ah, Once again, please.” I spanked her ass cheek again but painlessly, “Shetty, What, yaar? Your ass cheeks are jiggling to my spank. Ah kya gaand hai yaar tera.”

I asked, “Doesn’t your husband eat your pussy.” She shushed me, “Don’t speak about my husband. For another 1 hour, I will all be yours. Eat me, Madhan.” As per her plan, I lifted the saree messily, freeing it from her knee and leaving the messy jumble of saree around her navel.

Heavy white bum, thick stem-like thighs hiding both of her pleasure holes. A sexy G-string thong hid her cake-like pussy. For a moment, I kept staring at the massive flesh in front of me, waiting to be eaten. “What do you want, Priyanka Shetty?”

“Do you want to be eaten long?” She replied, “Yes, Madhan. Don’t make me wait. Eat me.” Without announcing, I gave a loud and painful spank on her ass cheek. The spank generated a loud sound. Her white ass cheek turned slightly red momentarily before returning to the normal colour.

I grabbed the sides of her ass cheeks and spread them wider, unveiling the tightly sticking thread panty. I pressed my nose on the soft cushiony ass cheek feeling the soft flesh, and kissed slowly every bit of her soft milky ass cheeks.

Every kiss was gentle at first before turning wild, showing urgency. I expected she would ask me not to spank her ass, but she did not do. She instead gave a loud grunt, “Hmmmmm.” I enjoyed kissing her ass cheeks.

I pulled the string of her panty tightly from behind her ass to tighten the panty grip on her pussy. I wet the fingers of my other hand and adjusted the panty into a thread squeezed tightly on the pussy lips. She asked, “Ah, Madhan. Please. What are you doing?”

This act was not as per her meticulous plan. I started rubbing the sides of her pussy, continuing to tightly hold the panty tightened around her pussy. My fingers felt the cake like wet pussy. Her pussy was wet, very soft, and delicate. Her pussy was fair all around except for the darker pussy lips.

I lifted her ass cheeks, pinning her face onto the sofa. I pressed my face between her heavy thighs. My hungry long tongue grazed over the sides of her pussy on both the sides. She moaned, not worried about the surroundings, “Uff. Hey. What are you doing? Madhan. Oh, god, I like it.”

I continued to tempt her by moving the tip of my tongue around her pussy with her G-string panty tightened around her pussy. I stop and ask her, “Don’t your husband lick you?”

Every moment she was madder to get her pussy licked. She replies in a hurry, “Don’t talk about that chutiya. I am all yours now. Please lick me, Madhan.” I teased, “You are mine now. I don’t fucking care. I want to eat you now. I am eating you now.”

I pulled the panty string away from her hungry pussy. I dug my face between those heavy ass cheeks. I spread her pussy lips and pressed my thumb on the clitoral hood. I started licking her pussy from down to the clitoral hood very slowly.

She moans, “Ah. That feels so nice, Madhan.” I continued to lick her pussy, repeating the same movement of my tongue for longer than usual. I could taste her juices as her moans increased in volume.

I could make out her pleasure was on high. I increased the speed of my tongue, moving over a drenched, much wetter pussy. I locked my lips for the final act. With my lips locked over her pussy lips, I try to push my tongue inside her pussy.

I made a slow tongue movement with my lips locked tightly into her pussy. She is at the loudest, “Ya, Madhan, this is what I wanted. Please, Don’t stop. I am ready. Please continue. I am yours. Please don’t stop.”

I moved my face slightly left and right, rubbing on her ass cheeks, continuing to lock my lips and move my tongue in the tight pussy gently.

She shuddered to an orgasm. I moved away from the fountain of her orgasm. I quickly tilted her around, undoing her blouse and bra and eating her boobs. Her fantasy was just to get her pussy eaten by a stranger. But I ended fucking her in doggy style.

Please don’t ask for part 2 for this. This story ends here. Because after just one session, I had to leave because that’s what we agreed upon. This was her fantasy fulfilled. Thanks for the fun. I loved your pussy, damn.

Thank you, all ISS readers.

Ye us time ki baat hai jab meri behen Pankhuri ko nangi hokar sirf burkhe mein bahar ghumne ka shauk chadha tha. Waise toh mujhe bhi usse aise public mein sirf burkhe mein le jane mein bohut maza aa raha tha.

Ab usse maan tha ki park mein bhi woh sirf burkha pehen kar jaye. Maine iss baar uske liye ek white burkha kharida tha. Aur maine jaan bhuj kar dukandar se kaha tha ki kapda thoda patla hona chahiye. Main jaan kar size bhi ek kam kar liya tha taki behen par yeh thodi tight aye.

Fir kya tha! Hamne Budhwar ka din chuna. Uss din park mein bheed kaam hoti hai. Behen ne sirf woh white burkha pehna. Usne ander na panty pehni na bra. Woh ander puri tarah nangi thi.

Hum dono bike par beth kar park pahunch gaye. Jaisa socha tha park mein bohut kaam log the aursirf couples hi nazar aa rahe the. Sab ek dusre se chipak kar bethe the.

Maine jaan kar bike zoo se dur lagaya. Aur zoo ki taraf paidel hi jane lage. Dopahar ka waqt tha. Koi bench par apni girlfriend ki goad mein baitha tha. Toh koi ped ke kinare apni girlfriend ko kiss kar raha tha.

Ye dekh behen ka bhi maan karne laga. Usne mujhe zor se kiss kiya. Maine usko piche se padka aur usse hawa mein uthakar zor se gale lagakar usse lipat gaya. Behen puri tarah sakpaka gayi ki ye maine kya kiya. Par usse accha bhi laga.

Kuch couples ne hamen aisa karte dekh liya. Aur smile karne lage. Hum ab zoo ki aur jane lage. Aur ticket lekar zoo ke andar challe gaye. Zoo ke andar toh aur bhi kaam log the. Muskil se hi koi dikh raha tha.

Jaise hi hum agge badhe wahan par ek ladki apne boyfriend ke saath thi. Usne sirf ek sexy si sports bra aur ekdum tight si shorts pehen rakhi thi. Uske choot ka ubhar uske shorts se saaf dikh raha tha.

Usne bhi ander kuch nahi pehna tha. Kya mast lag rahi thi woh. Meri nazar uspe hi tikki thi aur Pankhuri ne mujhe usse dekhte dekh liya.

Pankhuri: Kya hua bhaiya? Woh ladki pasand aa gayi kya?

Main: Dekho na usne kaise sexy si gym dress pehen rakhi hai. Aur tumhari tarah usne bhi panty nahi pehni hai.

Pankhuri: Sab ladke ek jaise hote hai. Sexy si ladki dekhi ke bass lattu ho gaye.

Main: Ab isme hamara kya dosh? Aise kapde pehnoge toh. Humlog toh lar tapkayenge hi.

Fir achanak tez barish chalu ho jati hai. Aur isse pehle ki hum chup pate humdono puri tarah bheeg gaye. Meri nazar jab behen par padti hai toh main dang reh jaata hun. Pankhuri ka white burkha pura transparent ho gaya tha.

Gila hone ke karan woh uske badan se chipak raha tha. Jisse uski boobs aur nipple saaf dikhne laga tha. Uski choot ka ubhar bhi saaf dikh raha tha. Kuch der tak toh Pankhuri ko ye ahsas hi nahi tha ki uske nange jism ki numaish ho rahi hai.

Par samne khade kuch couples behen ki or isara kar hasne lage. Toh uska dhyan apne dress par gaya. Ab usse sharam aa rahi thi. Woh kabhi apne hath se apni choot ko chipati toh kabhi apni chuchiyon ko. Par woh kya kya chupati.

Behen ab wahan se bhagne lagti. Toh baarish mein uski dress aur jyada transparent ho jaati. Sab log bass usse hi dekh rahe the. Bhagte hue Pankhuri ki uchalti hui chuchiyan saaf dikh rahi thi.

Bass fir kuch anjan log behen ko chidhane lage aur sitti marne lagte hai. Behen ki jism ki sare aam numaish ho rahi thi. Woh kisi tarah ab ghar jaana chahti thi. Woh daud kar zoo se bahar nikal jaati hai.

Par wahan par bhi log usse ghur ghur kar dekh rahe the. Main bike lanne ka bahana bana wahan se chala jaata hun. Par dur chupkar sab dekhne lagta hun. Pankhuri kuch dur gayi hi thi ke 5-6 awara kisam ke ladke behen ko gher lete hai. Woh log bhi Pankhuri ko chidhane lagte hai.

Ek ladka kehta hai – Dekho, bhailog ye toh kaisi nangi hokar park mein aayi hai. Isne toh apni sharam haya sab bech khai hai.

Dusre ne kaha – Abe kya figure hai yaar iska. In uchalti hui chuchiyon ko dekho re.

Tisre kehta hai – Are madam iss burkhe ko pehna hi kyun hai. Isse bhi nikal do na maza a jayega.

Behen ko dar bhi lag raha tha. Par unki batte sun ander hi ander accha bhi lag raha tha. Aur woh smile karne lagti hai. Ye dekh un manchalon ki himaat bhadh jaati hai. Usme se ek behen ka hath pakad apni or kich leta hai.

Par behen bilkul virodh nahi karti. Woh bass upar se, ‘Nahi, jane do’ aise kehti hai. Par woh toh chahti hi thi ke woh sab milkar uske badan se uski ye dress utar phenken. Tez baarish mein uska badan aise hi jal raha tha.

Ab sab behen ke idhar udhar hath lagane lagte hai. Koi uski peeth ko sehla raha tha. Toh uski uski mast gand ko. Ek ne toh uski peeth par jaise hi kiss kiya. Behen puri betab ho uthi.

Ye dekh ek ne uske burkhe mein hath daal uski chuchiyon ko dabane laga. 5 log bhari baarish mein khuleaam behen ke jism se khel rahe the. Main chup kar sab dekh raha tha. Kya nazara tha woh. Main sab record kar raha tha.

Fir ek ne jhuk kar behen ki choot ko kiss kiya. Behen ab puri garam ho chuki thi. Usne uske sir ko pakad liya. Main samajh gaya tha ki ab toh pakka ye log Pankhuri ka burkha phad kar usse nange kar wahin road par hi chodenge.

Main jaldi se bike nikalne lagta hun. Itne mein jo ladka behen ki choot ko kiss kar raha tha. Woh behen ke burkhe mein hath daal kar uski choot ko sehlane lagta hai. Behen tadap uthti hai.

Usse toh bohut maza aa raha tha. Bass kya tha woh behen ke burkhe ko niche se phad dete hai. Behen ki choot ab unhe saaf dikne lagti hai.

Ek kehta hai – Dekh na sali randi ko. Isse bhi chudwane ka maan hai. Aajao na isse iske burkhe se azad kar dete hai. Chalo na phad dallo na iski ye dress.

Aur jo ladka uski boobs ko daba raha tha, woh upar se uski dress ko phadne lagta hai. Behen toh jaise satve asman mein thi. 5 anjan log usse road par hi nanga karne wale the.

Jaise hi woh uske burkhe ko uspar se phadte hai. Main bike lekar wahan pahunch jaat hun. Aur ye dekh woh darkar bhagne lagte hai. Behen ka burkha adhe se jyada phaat chuka tha.

Niche se uski choot aur jhanghon tak sab dikh raha tha. Aur uski dono chuchiyan bahar aa chuki thi. Kehne ko uske badan par bass naam ke liye hi kapde the.

Main uske burkhe ko jaise taise thik karta hun aur usse bike par bithata hun. Main tezi se wahan se bike bhagakar le jaata hun. Behen ki izzat kisi tarah bachi thi. Warna aaj toh woh log usse wahin par road kinare hi Pankhuri ki chudai kar lete.

Par behen kuch bol nahi rahi thi. Woh thodi udass lag rahi thi. Usse wahan baarish mein bhigte hue chudai ka bohut maan tha.

Pankhuri: Bhai, tum thoda let aate toh woh log mujhe wahin park mein nangi kar chuki hoti. Kitna maza atta na. Kaash tum late aate.

Main: Accha ji itna hi maan hai toh kuch din ruk jaao. Lockdown mein park bhi baand hone wala hai. Fir tumhe bina bhurkhe ke hi yahan le ayunga. Fir ghumte rehna park mein nangi hokar.

Pankhuri: Kab laggega ye lockdown? Meri toh fantasy hai ki park mein apni nude photoshoot karwayun.

Main: Lockdown lagte hi tumhe yahan le ayunga. Aur un macchalon ko bhi bula lunga. Jo kaam unhone aaj adhura choda hai woh bhi pura ho jayega. Woh log toh roz yahan atte honge.

Fir kya tha hum lockdown ka intezar karne lage. Kuch 1 saptah baad hi lockdown lag gaya. Sab public place ko band kar diya gaya tha. Park, mall, bus stand sab band tha.

Pankhuri toh ye sunn khushi se jhoom uthi.

Pankhuri: Bhai, news dekha ki nahi sab taraf lockdown lag gaya hai. Ab toh park le chaloge na?

Main: Accha ji kya betabi hai nangi hokar park mein ghumne ki. Mall mein nange hokar maan nahi bhara.

Pankhuri: Ye nasha lagaya bhi aap ne hai. Ab toh apko hi bhugatna hoga. Meri ye jawani mujhse shambhali nahi jaati.

Main: Park mein aise nahi ja sakte. Main pehle kuch roz dekht hun ki kitne guards rehte hai wahan. Ravi ke company ke hi guards wahan rehte hai. 2 din baad wahan jaate hai.

Main Ravi se baat karta hun. Woh batata hai ki park ko pura band kar diya hai. Wahan koi guard wagera nahi rehta hai. Meri ye baatein Pankhuri sun leti hai. Woh park le jane ki zid karne lagti hai.

Mera bhi maan tha ki Pankhuri ki nude photoshoot karun park mein le jakar. Ab toh dono ki khwaish puri hone wali thi.

Behen is bar bass ek white color ki 3 peice silky nighty ke ander ka ek chota sa hissa pehen ke jane ko ready hoti hai. Kya dikh rahi thi Pankhuri usme. Woh bohut hi choti si nighty thi.

Pankhuri ki adhi chuchiyan dikh rahi thi. Upar toh bass patli si dori hi thi. Woh Pankhuri ke jhanghon ko bhi thik se cover nahi kar rahi thi. Pankhuri ne na koi bra pehni aur na hi koi panty.

Uski ye nighty bhi bohut bade size ki thi. Upar se uski dori baar baar sarak kar gir rahi thi. Aisa ki agar Pankhuri zor se nachne lage toh uski ye chotti si nighty apne aap khul jaye.

Main: Tum sach mein ye pehenkar hi jaogi. Mana ki park pass mein hi hai. Par kisine dekha toh kya sochega.

Pankhuri: Jise dekhna hai dekhe. Waise bhi unhe tadpane mein maza aata hai.

Fir main usse park le gaya. Halki halki baarish bhi ho rahi thi. Maine jaise hi bike park ki woh turant utar kar park ke banne boundry wall par chadhkar jane lagi.

Jaise hi woh diwar par chadhi piche se uski mast gand aur uski choot dikhne lagi. Jaise hi usne ander jump kiya. Uski nighty upar tarron men hi phas kar niche se thodi phaat gayi.

Behen park ke ander thi. Aur uski nighty tarron par latak rahi thi. Behen puri nangi hokar park mein thi.

Main: Lo dekho, itni bhi kya jaldi hai nange hone ki. Bolo tumhari ye phati hui nighty utarun ki yahin rehne don.

Pankhuri: Rehne do na. Mujhe toh aise hi park men ghumna hai. Aaj mere badan par koi kapda nahi hoga.

Main: Dekhna kahin aaj woh manchalen aa gaye toh main nahi bacha payunga.

Pankhuri: Ane do na, main toh unhika intezar kar rahi ho. Bula lao na bhai unhe.

Main uski woh phati nighty tarron se nikal leta hun. Uski photoshoot jo karni thi usme. Main jaise hi uski nighty utarta hun. Toh dekhta hun ki behen waise hi nangi hokar park mein daud rahi hai.

Baarish halka tez ho gaya tha. Behen ka woh bheega nanga badan mujhe betab kar deta hai. Main behen ka pass daud kar jaata hun.

Main: Pankhuri, isse pehen lo na. Pehle tumhe apni photoshoot nahi karwani kya?

Pankhuri: Haan bhai karo meri photoshoot. Main toh kabse aise park mein photoshoot karwana chahti thi.

Fir kya behen nachti hui jaati hai. Aur park mein banne ek bench par let jaati hai. Uski left side se puri chuchiyan aur nipple dikh rahi thi. Aur woh aise pair pehlakar letti hai ki uski choot bhi dikne lagti hai.

Main uski photoshoot aur video banana chalu karta hun. Main usse ek hath se apni choot ko chupane ko kehta hun. Uske badan par nighty bass nam ke liye thi. Woh khushi se alag alag pose de rahi thi.

Main ab usse bench par pair phelakar bethne ko kehta hun. Uski nighty ab utarkar uske kamar par aagayi thi. Uski dono chuchiyan bahar thi.

Main usse niche se nighty ko apne danton se pakad kar ek sexy si smile dekene ko kehta hun. Behen ke boobs aur uski choot saaf dikh rahi thi. Kya pose diya tha Pankhuri ne.

Main ab behen ko bench ke share jhuk kar pose dene ko kehta hun. Behen aisa hi karti hai. Uski mast nangi gaand kya dikh rahi thi. Uski gaand se niche pairon tak baarish ka pani beh raha tha. Aur age se uski nangi chuchiyan latak rahi thi.

Woh bass aise hi alag alag pose deti hai. Kabhi bench par jakar let jaati. Toh kabhi nigthy uthakar choot dikhati toh. Kubhi upar se adha khol apni chuchi dikhati.

Kuch der baad toh baarish mein nanchte hue woh nighty bhi utar phekti hai. Woh puri nangi ho nach rahi thi.

Main: Aao na Pankhuri tumhari kuch nangi photoshoot karte hai. Kya mast mausam hai.

Pankhuri: Haan bhai. Aap bass pose batao na.

Woh nangi hokar bench par let apni choot ko sehlate hue photoshoot karne ko kehti hai. Main ab fir se usse bench ke sahar jhuk kar khade hone ko kehta hun. Iss bar uske badan par kuch nahi tha.

Uski ye bheegi hui jism ki kya photo li thi maine. Ab usse aur maza anne lagta hai. Aur woh khushi ne nachne lagti hai. Uski nachte hue bhi bohut si photo nikalta hun.

Pankhuri: Bhaiya, ab apki baari.

Aur aisa kehte hue mere saar kapde utar deti hai. Humdono ab bilkul nange hokar baarish mein bheeg rahe the. Humdono fir se wahan photoshoot karte hai. Main camera ko auto mode mein daal deta hoo.

Main alag alag pose mein kabhi dono haathon se ussi boobs ko dabata hun. Toh kabhi uski choot ko kiss karta hua photo ke liye pose deta. Woh puri garam ho chuki thi.

Baarish mein uske badan par girta hua pani main uske baadan se chaat kar pinne lagta hun. Woh ab bhi bench par leti hui thi. Main wahin par ab uski choot par gire paani ko uski choot par se chaat chaat kar pinne laga.

Woh puri madhosh hokar moan karne lagi. Behen ki ab park mein hi chudai hone wali thi. Main ab usse apne upar betha leta hun. Mera khada lund ab uski choot mein hota hai. Woh zor zor se mere lund par uchalte hue chudwa rahi thi. Aur ye sab kuch camera mein record ho raha tha. Main dono haathon se uski chuchiyon ko daba raha tha. Aur woh mere lund par uchal rahi thi.

Kya nazara tha woh. Baarish mein bhigte hue behen ki chudai. Uff mujhe woh uski pehle baarish ki chudai ki yaad aa jaati hai. Main ab uske andar hi jhaad jaat hun. Kuch der tak wahin chudai karte hai.

Main: Pankhuri chalo na park nahi ghumna kya?

Pankhuri: Haan bhai chalo na. Main toh kabse aise nangi hokar park men ghumna chahti hun.

Main: Ye patta dekh rahi ho na isse pehen kar jaana hai. Woh bhi apne ghutno par ek kutiya ki tarah. Meri khwaish hai ki main apni behen ko kutiya ki tarah patta daalakr park mein nangi ghumayunga. Bolo jaogi na meri kutiya baan kar.

Pankhuri: Haan bhai main apki kutiya hi hun le challo na waise bohut accha lagega mujhe.

Fir kya tha main ab uske galle mein patta daal usse park mein ghumanne lagta hun. Woh mazze se kutiya baan ghoom rahi thi. Aaj meri barso ki tammah puri ho rahi thi.

Hum aise hi ghumte hue park mein banne phavare tak aa jaate hai. Fir kya behen turant phavare par jakar pani mein lotpot hone lagti hai. Main uske gaalle se woh paata nikal deta hun. Aur uski wahin par bohut si photo uthata hun.

Pankhuri ab mujhe bhi paani mein bulati hai. Humdono fir se wahin paani par chudai karte hai. Uff kya din tha aaj. Main park mein khuleaam behen ko chodd raha tha. Aur behen maze se apni choot mujhse chudva rahi thi.

Hamne hamare kapde wahin park ke gate ke pass bench par hi chod diya tha. Aur pure park mein nange hokar ghoom rahe the. Abhi dophar ka waqt tha. Abhi toh puri shaam baki thi.

Main abb uski ankhon par paati baandkar uske gale main wapas se woh patta bandh deta hun. Aur usse ek ped se bandh kar wahan se chala jaata hun. Behen waise hi ped se bandi tadap rahi hoti hai.

Main ab sochta hun ki challoon un manchalon ko dhundha jaye. Woh log pakka haar din yahan atte honge. Aur main behen ko waise hi chodkar apne kapde pehen kar unhe khojne lagta hun.

Kya nazara tha woh behen pure park mein akeli nangi hokar ek ped par bandi thi. Usse kaun dekh raha hai ye bi usse nahi pata. Koi bhi aakar usse chodkar jaye toh bhi usse pata nahi chalega.

Kuch adhe ghante tak behen aise hi akele nangi bandhi rahi. Mujhe woh manchale kahin nahi dikhe. Par main jaise hi Pankhuri ke pass wapas aya toh mujhe agge ka nazara dekh maza aa gaya.

Woh kuch 4-5 log Pankhuri ke pass khade the. Woh wohi manchale the jo uss din Pankhuri ke burkhe mein uske badan se khel rahe the. Waah kya nazara tha. Behen 5 anjan logon ke bich nangi apne ghutno ke baal thi.

Ek ladka kehta hai – Abe ye toh wohi hai us din woh burkhe wali. Yaar dekh na puri nangi hokar kaise bhandi hai yahan. Isse pakka uska boyfriend bandh kar gaya hoga.

Dusra ladka kehta hai – Sali puri randi hai. Kaise kutiya baan ped par bandhi hai.

Tesra kehta hai – Kabhi socha tha ki ye aise hamen mil jayega. Aaj toh isse nanga karne ki bhi jarurat hai hai. Kuch nahi hai yaar iske badan par. Iski jawani ki pyass sayad iska bf sant nahi kar pata iss liye isse yahan band gaya hai.

Tesra kehta hai – Aoo na aaaj iski ye jawani ki pyass hum sab milkar bhujha dete hai. Dekho na kaise chudwane ko tadap rahi hai.

Chotha kehta hai – Hamari toh lottery lag gayi. Aaj kaun bachayega tumhe. Ab toh hum tumhe iss baarish mei ji bhaar kar chodenge. Kya bolti ho chudwogi na humsabse?

Pankhuri kuch kehti usse pehle hi main aa jaata hun. Ye dekh woh dar kar bhagne lagete hai.

Main: Are nahi ruk jao bhailog. Bhaag kyun rahe ho? Jo kaam us din adhura reh gaya tha woh toh pura kardo.

Main: Ye meri behen Pankhuri hai. Jis din se tumlogon ne uske bhurke ko phadkar uski chuchiyon se khela hai. Woh tab se tumsabse chudwane ko tadap rahi hai. Aaj iski ye pyass bhuja do.

Main: Dekho na maine kaise isse kutiya banna kar yahan tumlogon ke liye bandh rakha hai. Bolo na Pankhuri inhe aaj khus karogi na.

Aur aise kehte hue main uske ankh se paati khol deta hun. Pankhuri un 5 logon ko dekh kar khush ho jati hai. Aur apne chuchiyon ko sehlate hue pair uthakar unhe apni choot dikhatai hai.

Pankhuri: Haan karungi. Sab karungi. Bhai inhe kaho ne mujhe road par lejakar choden. Main iss barish mein kutiya ki tarah road par chudwana chahti hun.

Pankhuri ki ye baaten sun sab wapas aa jaate hai. Aur kehte hai, “Waah kya kismat payi hai. Kass hamari bhi aisi behen hoti.”

Main: To isse apni behen hi samajho. Aaj tumlog jo bologe woh karegi. Woh toh kabase taras rahi thi iss din ke liye.

Fir woh uske patte ko ped se kholte hai aur behen haste hue road par jane lagti hai. Road par jaate hi woh log behen ko road ke biche bich leta dete hai. Aur ek second mein sab nange hokar behen ko gher lete hai. Sab Pankhuri ke apna lund dikhate hai.

Unsme se ek kehta hai: Dekh lo aaj iss lund ka swad tumhe chakhayege.

Fir kya 5 log behen ke nange jism par toot padte hai. Do log behen ki chuchiyon ko daba dabakar chus rahe the aur ek uski choot ko paglon ki tarah chaat raha tha. Behen zor zor se chillate hue kutiya ki tarah unse chudva rahi thi.

Adhe gante tak sab usse road par chodte hai. Baaarish mein road par kya chudai chal rahi thi. Main sab kuch record kar raha tha. Kya nazara tha woh. Aaj uski khule aam park mein samuhik chudai ho rahi thi.

Kuch dar aise chodne ke baad woh usse goad mein uthakar park mein ghumte hue chodte hai. Fir ek usse daud kar bhagne ko kehta hai. Taaki usse daudakar sab pakde aur fir se choden. Woh waisa hi karti hai.

Pankhuri nangi hokar park mein tez baarish mein daud rahi thi. Aur hum 6 log nange hokar usse pakad rahe the. Kya nazara tha woh. 6 jawan launde meri nangi behen ko chodne ke liye dauda rahe the.

Uski uchalti hui chuchiyan. Uski ye madmast jawan jism sabko pagal kar rahi thi. Pankhuri daudti hui fir se ussi phavare tak aa jaati hai. Aur hum usse wahin par pakad lete hai.

Fir kya tha behen ko sab pani mein lotpot hokar chodne lagte hai. Pankhuri ab baari baari se sabke lund par kud rahi thi. Sabne usse jee bharkar choda tha.

Main: Kyun, koi kasar baki toh nahi reh gayi. Batao na meri Pankhuri kaisi lagi tum sabko?

Sab Pankhuri ke jism ki tarif karte hai. Pankhuri bhi sabko thanks bolti hai aur kiss karti hai. Main unhe apna number de deta hun. Woh log toh Pankhuri ko ghar tak chhodna chate the. Par main mana kar deta hun.

Woh log behen ko goad mein uthakar hi bike tak le aate hai. Aur apne haathon se Pankhuri ko uski phati hui nighty pehna dete hai. Main jaldi se bike start karta hun. Tezi se bike bhagata hua wahan se ghar chala jaata hun.

Toh iss tarah behen ki ek aur fantasy puri hoti hai. Kya kabhi kisne park mein chudai ki hai? Aur apko ye story kaisi lagi comment mein jarur bateyen.

I was looking for a job and applied to a bunch of firms that were in the city. No calls came in and I was beginning to lose all hope. One day, my phone rang early in the morning. The person on the other end had the sweetest voice. She was calling to schedule an online interview. I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

The same woman was on my interview panel. She was sweet and petite. I was extremely distracted during the interview, and I still have no idea how I managed to stumble through it. Turns out this woman was going to be my supervisor.

Soon, we were pulling all-nighters together and we got really close. Her name was Meera. Meera had short, red hair. She was extremely fair and her skin was softer than the lushest silk in the world. Her lips were plump and delicate and I yearned to kiss her. We were deliberately spending an excess amount of time together, so I asked her out. She accepted and we decided to have dinner that night.

We went out and afterwards, headed back to her place. We drank wine and laughed about different office rumours until finally the room was silent from the tension that was building up.

Me: Listen, I think I should go.

Meera: Or you could stay…I like having you around.

Me: I want to stay…but what are we going to do?

Meera: I mean we are a bit tipsy, and the date was nice…we could make out…

Me: I guess we could…

Meera: Are you nervous or something?

Me: Pretty girl wants to kiss me…I don’t wanna fuck that up.

Meera: Let’s start slow and…see where it goes.

She inched closer to me and turned her head towards me. I kissed her neck gently. She leaned away exposing her neck to more of my tiny pecks and then finally she grabbed my face and kissed me. It was instant-chemistry. Our tongues swirled against one another and I grabbed her hip and pulled her in close. She sat on my lap and kissed me harder. I pulled up her dress and she sighed loudly as I grabbed her soft thighs.

I licked her neck and collarbone and her top fell off her shoulders. She pulled me in and buried my face in her drooping cleavage and I exhaled my warm breath across her soft neckline.

Meera (breathing heavily): Let’s move this to my room before my roommate wakes up. She’s caught me fucking before.

Me: Oh, shit!

Meera (kissing me intermittently): Wanna know something? I saw her watching, and it made me fuck him harder!

Me: That’s HOT!

Meera: She didn’t seem into it, so I have a better idea for us…if you’re interested.

I was definitely interested. She took me back to her room and fired up her laptop. She pulled up a website called ‘DscGirls.Live’

Meera: I like being watched. I use this site instead to get off.

I took over on the laptop and scrolled. She asked me to pick any model that I thought was cute enough to watch us fuck, and I chose a sexy model by the name of ‘Pooja’. Meera chatted with Pooja and purchased credits instantly via UPI to pay her while I licked her neck from behind. She moaned as she typed and the call was set.

Pooja came online and Meera asked her to turn around, to get a good look at her. I was so turned on, with her in charge, that I sat back and watched. Pooja took off her saree pallu and exposed her huge cleavage. Meera sat against my chest and put my arms around her. Pooja touched herself seductively and I grabbed Meera’s tits and gently pulled one bra cup down to expose her breast. I twirled her nipple in my hand as I licked her neck.

Meera (gasps): Oh, fuck! That is good! Pooja, you like what you see?

Pooja (rubbing her hand down her neck): Oh, yes! He knows what he is doing, doesn’t he?

Meera: I guess we will find out!

My supervisor grabbed my other hand and guided it downward. I obeyed and gently traced her ribs, her belly and before I knew it my fingers inched themselves inside her panties. My palm ran over her trimmed pubes and I squeezed her breast harder as my other hand discovered her wet slit. Meera grinded into my palm as she watched Pooja bite her lip, enjoying every moment of what we were doing.

Meera’s pussy dripped down my finger as I found her clit and rubbed it. My cock pressed into the back of her spine and she moaned with pleasure. She grinded into my hand again as she looked at the screen at Pooja.

Me: Like what you see, Pooja?

Pooja (to me): Your date is super naughty, isn’t she? (taking off her blouse and bra)

Meera: Fuck! BOTH of you are so hot!

Me: I think it will be hotter if I did this!

She looked up at me. I snaked two of my fingers inside her dripping pussy and she let out a louder gasp of shock mixed with pleasure. Her ass raised off the mattress as she thumped her pussy firmly against my fingers. Her panties were getting drenched and Pooja moaned in approval.

Pooja: Damn! Look how wet you are. Show us that pussy!

Meera pulled off her panties and showed her pussy to the cam. Pooja took her panties off in response. Her pussy was glistening wet as she watched me finger Meera. She wanted us to do more.

Pooja: You guys should really fuck. I wanna shove a dildo in me and watch you.

Meera seemed to like that idea. She knelt in front of the screen. I took my pants off and she looked into my eyes and licked the tip of my throbbing cock. My dick twitched as my supervisor licked my cock. I looked at Pooja and she was moaning and gently rubbing her clit. She was wet and it dripped down her juicy thighs as Meera slobbered on my cock.

Meera looked so hot with her mouth full, and I turned her around to fuck her in doggy.

Meera: Finally! I get that cock in me! Like what you see, Pooja?

Pooja: I wanna see those juicy tits swing (moan, rub) as he fucks you!

Me: Say no more.

I smacked Meera’s ass and put my cock inside her. Meera groaned as I pounded into her. We looked good in the webcam footage and so did Pooja. Pooja got on all fours and thrust a huge dildo inside her.

Pooja: You guys are so hot!

Meera: You like watching (gasp) us fuck?

Pooja: Fuck yeah! (moans)

I could feel my load building at the sounds of these women moaning at each other. I grabbed onto my supervisor’s ass and squeezed it tight as I bust my load inside her warm pussy. Cum seeped out of Meera’s wet pussy as she rubbed it and watched Pooja. I reached around and squeezed her tits and put my other hand inside her. I sloshed my cum around inside Meera’s dripping cunt as she screamed louder with each stroke.

Pooja: Oh yea! I’m cumming you guys!

Meera: Fuck! Me too! Oh my god!

Meera’s body convulsed and she loosened herself and fell into the pillow in front of her. Her hips twitched as I rubbed her clit gently, making shivers go up and down her spine. Pooja’s pussy was dripping milky-white cum as she also fell back and breathed heavily.

I made out with Meera and she hopped on top of me. We bid farewell to the model Pooja. Meera paid her off and hopped on top of me and rode me all night. This has now become our regular thing and it has been fucking awesome!

I think everyone should experience it at least once in their life. It’s like a threesome, but with none of the pressure.

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Chapter 1: The College Life

It was somewhere around 7 pm that day. Her bus would be in the station any minute now. I got to rush. I looked at my car for a while. Then I took the bike and started so that I could reach the bus station in time. Now don’t ask me why only the bike, you’ll know soon.

We first met at our university. Back then, I used to be so dumb, man! It’s not like I’m some kind of an idiot or something. I just can’t interact with people. No matter how many times I try, I fail miserably.

And Girls? Just simply talking to them and starting a conversation is one of my biggest fears of mine. Until Neha came into my life. Neha used to be a fucking magnet in the college. She’s got perfect round tits and an hourglass figure. And her ass, no wonder why guys in our college always walk behind her.

She first messaged me on Instagram. A few days after that, my friends told me that she had a crush on me. I was shocked and convinced myself that it was a prank until, one day, she confessed her feelings.

What would you do in a situation like this? The hottest girl on the entire fucking campus had a crush on you. I mean, who would ever choose not to fuck her. But guess what? I did. I felt there was no emotional connection between us and chose to be friends. I still regret that decision, man.

Later, we became best friends, and I developed feelings for her. But it was too late. We graduated from university, and we flew apart in our ways. We were in touch, but online. She told me she’s got some work to do in Hyderabad.

She asked if she could stay at my place until she received a hotel booking confirmation from her company. Okay. Enough of my flashback.

That evening, I was waiting at the bus stop, and her bus arrived. As always, she was still the same old magnet. She was wearing a white T-shirt, jeans and of course a ponytail too. She waved me hi, walked towards me, and hugged me tight.

I was so surprised. I could feel her boobs pressing against my chest. I couldn’t control myself and got a boner in my shorts. She noticed it and blushed a bit. “Arjun, can we leave?”

“Uh y-yeah.”

She got on the bike, and we reached home. I expected a lot to happen when we were on the bike. But things always don’t happen how we imagined them to happen, right?

Chapter 2: The Truth or Dare

So we entered the room. As I’m a bachelor, there was only one bedroom and no kitchen. So we ordered food, and while eating, we talked about the things that happened in our college life. We laughed a lot, talking about those things.

Bro, looking at her pink lips, I wished that I’d get a chance to kiss them passionately tonight. A few moments later, she suggested that we play the ‘Truth or Dare’ we played in our college days. I quickly agreed. We tossed a coin. It was her turn first.

Arjun: Truth or Dare?

Neha: Truth.

I decided to ask it no matter what happens. I gathered all my confidence together.

Arjun: Do you still have a crush on me?

Neha: (giggling) Uh, No?

Arjun: Neha, Yes or No?

Neha: (blushing) Okay, okay, Yes.

I felt so happy listening to that one single word. Anyways, here goes the coin, her turn again.

Neha: Truth.

Arjun: Uh, are you a virgin?

Neha: What kind of question- Okay, No.

Arjun: What? Who was it?

Neha: Haha, One question at a time.

Turned out it was a dude from our college, Vinay. The only thing I remember is his cousin, Aditi. She was so fucking hot. I’ve never seen her in real life, only her pics. A lot of my friends used to jerk off to her Instagram posts. Lucky dude, right? Okay, coin again, finally my turn.

Arjun: Truth.

Neha: If you get a chance to kiss any girl in real life, who would it be?

‘Come on, Arjun, tell her! Tell her!’

Arjun: It’s you.

Neha: Awww. Really?

Arjun: Y-Yeah.

It’s my turn again.

Arjun: Dare.

Neha: Uhm, can it be anything? I mean, there were no restrictions, right?

Arjun: (shockingly) Yeah, no.

Neha: I would like to see that thing again.

Arjun: What thing are you talking about?

Neha: That one, I’ve seen it in your shorts when I hugged you.

Oh My God. Yes. It’s Really Happening. I’m going to f-

Arjun: Uh, It needs some external help.

Neha: You want me to hug you again?

Arjun: Uh, yes, b-but with no T-shirt, if you don’t mind.

She blushed a bit and removed her shirt, seductively looking into my eyes. Biting her lips. She’s wearing a thin pink bra. Her tits were so fucking perfect. She stood and hugged me. I’m so hard again. She gently touched it and rubbed it a little bit.

Looking into my eyes with pure lust, she whispered in my ear, “These shorts should let him free,” and giggled. “Get rid of that fabric too. Tit for Tat.” I whispered back. She removed her bra, revealing her boobs, pink erected nipples. They were so beautiful. I can’t wait to suck on them.

I, too, removed my shorts. She looked at my cock and jerked it a few times, and we continued playing again.

Arjun: Fuck that toss! Dare again!

Neha: Haha! You were so eager, weren’t you!? I dare you to kiss me passionately!

Chapter 3: The Love Making

I quickly pushed her on the bed and kissed her lips. Then, with exchanged our tongues. Then, I kissed her neck. She was moaning in pleasure. I licked at the back of her ear. I went onto her stomach and kissed her while removing her jeans. I grabbed one of her boobs and kissed it slowly. Her nipples got so erect.

I gently licked her nipples as she was begging for more. A few minutes passed, and I went down to her thighs. I kissed her thighs. I gently removed her panties aside and started touching her pussy with my fingers slowly. Her pussy was so pink and cute. She was moaning and shaking in pleasure.

I pulled her panties completely and kissed her pussy. She became so wet I started licking her pussy. “Argh! Uh oh ah!” she was shouting like hell. A few minutes later, I gently inserted my fingers and started penetrating her. She was shouting, moaning, and begging me to fuck her.

A few minutes later, she had the best orgasm of her life. It took her a few moments to catch her breath, and then she furiously started kissing me again and said, “It’s my turn now!” She kissed the tip of my penis, licked it. She started sucking it slowly and kissing it.

Soon, she picked up pace and sucked it so hard. She was gagging but didn’t care and continued sucking it deep into her throat. I came in her mouth. She swallowed some and let the other drip out of her mouth onto her sexy boobs. Then, we both rested for a while and kissed each other again.

She was so wet. She was dripping her juices onto my skin. She let it fall on my dick and then started jerking it off so fast. “Arjun, I can’t hold it anymore, fuck me! fuck me!” she shouted. I bent her and started fucking her. She was crying, moaning. “ARGHH! Fuck me! Arjun Fuck me harder!”

We tried different positions, and finally, I was close. I put on a condom, and after a few hard, fast thrusts, we came together. We were both gasping, trembling in pleasure. We slept there for a while, sorting out what the fuck just happened.

Arjun: I love you, Neha.

Neha: Oh My God! Really!? I love you too, baby!

I kissed her lips slowly, and we cuddled and, at last, slept together.

Yo, thanks for checking this out! If you’re new here, I’d recommend diving into my debut story called “Our Hidden Secret.”

You can find it in my profile or among the Top 10 Stories of September. Big shoutout to everyone for the incredible support and for helping me pull off this milestone with my very first story!

My name is Viraj. I am 19 years old. Talking about my physique, I am a good-looking, lean guy with a big enough dick. I have been excellent in academics, and have passed all the exams I faced with flying colors. I live in Chhattisgarh. My family is as simple as any other Indian family. As we live in a semi-urban area, like a small town, you will find all our relatives reside in nearby towns or villages.

Talking about my family, I am the only child of my parents. However, I have not been treated specially. I have been brought up in a very typical environment. That is why, I am an introvert, even in my home, I don’t talk to people much.

Coming to the story, I am feeling ashamed and excited at the same time, to narrate to you the beautiful relationship I shared with my cousin sister Rani. I don’t have my own sister from my parents. But since childhood, my cousin sister was my best sister, best companion, and the girl I loved the most. Like, I really love her so much that I can write this line all through this story.

Talking of how she is: Rani is the girl every man would want. I am not saying every boy would want, it because boys have no sense of real women. They only need busty boobs and hanging asses to ejaculate on. But a mature man, who knows what life is, will only love a girl, who has content in her heart. And my cousin sister was exactly like that.

She was not like any surreal actresses or models that you see in cinema. She was a normal girl of the same age as me, with decent assets, for some people, even smaller assets, if you set your expectations to some unrealistic size. Her skin color was the same as the sky of the setting sun, the color of dusk. She was not black, but her color was adequately smoky and sufficient to tempt you to the maximum. Her hair was curly like the cloud lines decorating the sky.

Talking about her personality, she was a woman of her kind. She knew how to heal. From my childhood, I have been invested in her company so much that whenever she visits my house, I forget everyone and chat with her day and night. She laughs at my lame jokes to make me feel good. She is of my age, so she understands me in and out, and the same with me. I think I need to stop explaining about her or else I would spoil this story!

So I am talking about the previous year’s summer. Usually, during summer, my cousin sister’s family visits mine. She was the only daughter of my aunt. This time, my aunt and she came to our house. I remember that day when she rang our doorbell and I ran out of excitement to open the door just to see her. I greeted my aunt and then looked at Rani’s eyes and smiled. She smiled back. We entered the house.

That afternoon, as usual, we were having a beautiful chat with each other. Elders were in the kitchen, and we were in the bedroom, just two of us. Our family members allowed us to spend time alone because they also knew how much we loved talking to each other in privacy. And also, most of our topics they did not understand. So they avoid listening to it.

We were laughing and having a great time together. Suddenly, I felt an ache on my back and decided to rest my head on my cousin sister’s lap. It was not planned, but spontaneous, because we do share that much affection.

Out of nowhere, she started caressing my head with her fingers while looking into my eyes. That smoky dreamy moment was still as ice, melting between both of us. I never had any sexual desires for her, nor did I believe in anything like planning when it comes to love and intimacy. Because these things are enjoyable only when they come out of heart, out of luck. Also, these things can never be one-sided. If you are feeling something for the other person, the other person is bound to feel the same way. That’s simple.

Slowly, Rani also felt sleepy and tired. Then she put a pillow under my head and slept beside me. I could hear her heartbeat. After some time, she turned her back to me and faced the other side. She was wearing a normal kurta (I don’t know if it is called a kurta or not, but it was like a churidar kurta).

I was staring at her her bare neck, wet with drops of sweat, making the curls of her hair stick to it. My cousin was trying hard to sleep but was unable to, and so was I. Soon, I slid myself close to her and turned my back to her. Our backs were touching each other. I believe that if it is something special, it should take time. We both should get more time to work on it.

I didn’t want to make things complicated. Out of a sudden, she sat up. I didn’t want to hurt her. At that moment, I was just happy spending time with her. And trust me, I thought for a moment that this awkwardness might spoil our relationship. So, to cover up the mess, I pretended to sleep and Rani also went out of the room to the kitchen.

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I am deliberately keeping the pace simple, because I guarantee you, as slow as the story is currently, in coming parts, it will be more and more tempting as we get closer to each other. In the coming parts, I will explain how I got my cousin sister in my arms and gave her everything from my soul through bodily intimacy. But for that, read the coming parts of this series, with patience. Believe me, you will love this!

Hi everyone! My name is Abheri (loved ones call me Abhi). I belong to Kerala, but I live in Mumbai. The story happened back in 2008 when I was a bored and horny teenager.

I had come to Kerala for my eldest Uncle’s daughter’s wedding. After all the main events, there is a customary visit to the newlywed couple’s house. The events in this story happened in the week after the wedding.

Okay, so now comes the main character of the story, Uncle V. He is our neighbour in Kerala and almost like a family member. He is a carpenter and has a workshop near his home. He has a way with ladies.

My cousin Ria was my youngest mama’s daughter, my best friend there, and two years older than me. She told me that although he flirtatiously talked to every lady he met, he preferred young girls like us. She also told me a secret- that one of our cousins (the bride’s sister) was, in fact, his daughter.

My Uncle came home only once a week as he worked far away. His wife had cheated on him with Uncle V. Ria stayed with that aunty as her parents lived abroad. Ria once found out about their affair and started secretly watching them have sex.

One day, Uncle V caught her. He was initially angry, but then he had a plan. He knew that the young girl must have wanted to do sexual activities after watching them. He took her to a corner and put his hand inside her skirt, and found that her pussy was wet.

He asked her to come to his workshop in the afternoon. Ria was scared and knew why he had called her. But she still decided to go. When Ria reached his workshop, he took her inside and locked the door. He made her lie down on the mat in the backroom.

Ria was shivering from excitement and fear. She told him that she was afraid of getting pregnant. Uncle V assured her that nothing like that would happen. He lifted her top and gently bit her nipple. Ria felt a jolt of electricity throughout her body.

He began to suck her boobs and played with her nipples while rubbing his crotch on hers. He went down and removed her panty. He licked her aching young pink pussy from the bottom to the top. Ria let out a moan at this, and hearing it, Uncle V went ahead to kiss her pussy.

He sucked her clit gently and put his tongue into her love hole. Ria was mad with pleasure. Uncle inserted his middle finger inside her hole and fingerfucked her while licking her clit. Ria began to moan loudly, and she cum hard on his face.

Uncle V got up and took out his cock. Ria’s eyes nearly popped out when she saw it. It was so huge! He asked Ria to suck it. Ria instantly obeyed him and took his cock in her mouth. She had seen her aunt do it, so she knew how to please him.

Uncle closed his eyes in pleasure, enjoying his cock in a young mouth after ages. He then made Ria lie down and rubbed the shaft of his cock on her pussy. Ria wanted it inside and moaned, “Uncle, please put it inside, fuck me like aunty.”

“No, Ria, your pussy is still very tight. If I put it inside now, you’ll get hurt. Let me loosen it a bit with my fingers.” Saying so, Uncle began rubbing his cock on her pussy. He increased his speed, and soon, Ria had her second orgasm. He promised that he would fuck her soon.

Ria started visiting his workshop every afternoon when his assistant went out for lunch. He would lick her pussy and boobs while she sucked his cock as a return favour.

All these stories were told to an adoring ‘me’ by an experienced ‘her’ at night when we were alone in our room. That night Ria told me about their first fuck.

“Then one day,”  Ria started, “He told me to come a bit early. I knew that he had planned something. When I reached there, he told me that his assistant was on leave for 3 days. He gave me a pack that had a pic of a naked woman lying on the floor and a guy sucking her boobs and fingering her.

“It is a condom, ” he said, winking. “How long can we go just sucking your pussy? Don’t you want a man’s cock deep inside you?” He said, stroking my nipples, which were now hard under my clothes. “I like young pussy. I’ll show you heaven,” he said while reaching down my pussy beneath my skirt.

My pussy was flowing like never before, and my underwear was thoroughly soaked. He traced the outline of my pussy through my wet underwear. My pussy was on fire, Abhi. I badly wanted something inside.”

“What happened next? ” I asked eagerly. “Watch it yourself.” Ria pulled out a phone, winking. ” You recorded it?!” I asked her, shocked. “Yeah, the first fuck is always special, go ahead, watch it.” She passed me her phone. I played the video.

Ria and Uncle V were in the room behind the workshop, the place where Uncle V took a nap in the afternoon. The video was from a top angle. Uncle V was talking to Ria while pressing her boobs. It was raining heavily that day, so the audio wasn’t very clear.

I saw Uncle V giving the condom box to Ria. He made her lay on the mat on the floor and slowly kissed her from top to bottom. I could see that Ria was enjoying it with her eyes closed. Uncle then removed her top, skirt and bra. She was now only wearing her panties.

I could see Ria’s boobs now. They were much smaller than now. I wondered about the amount of sucking and pressing it must have taken to make her boobs the size they are now. Ria meanwhile lifted my top and began to suck my nipples. My pussy was getting wet now. I focussed on the video.

Uncle was sucking Ria’s tits now. He went on sucking her tits for some time and then slowly moved down tp remove her panty. The video wasn’t very clear (the old sliding phone), but I could see that Ria’s pussy was wet now.

Uncle spread her legs and bent to lick her pussy. Ria had rolled her eyes in ecstasy, enjoying it immensely. I felt instantly jealous of Ria that she had a grown-up, experienced man to do such things to her. She grabbed his head and opened her legs wide.

Uncle played with her nipples as he ate her pussy. After licking her pussy for some time, he got up and removed his underwear. They were talking about something. I asked Ria what they were talking about. Ria said that she asked him to suck his cock.

But he refused and told her that she deserved a hot hard uncovered cock in her pussy, since it was her first fuck. Also he said that he loved the feel of a warm young pussy. He then squatted down, put Ria’s legs on his shoulder and slowly put his cock into her aching, wet virgin hole.

Ria was now writhing with pleasure, her eyes were half closed. He slowly increased his speed and laid on her top. Suddenly, Ria jerked and wrapped her legs around his waist, screaming in joy. She had her first orgasm from a man’s cock.

But Uncle wasn’t done. He got up and put on a condom. He now made Ria stand up and bent her down. He then put his cock in her pussy from behind and fucked her. After some time, he held Ria against a wall and fucked her. I saw Ria ready to cum again.

He stopped suddenly and lay on the mat. Ria rode his cock while he pinched and sucked her nipples. And then he sat up with his cock still in her pussy. He slightly lifted her and rammed into her. Both of them came hard, and they lay there tired in each other’s arms.

Uncle got up and licked Ria’s pussy until she came a third time. The video ended soon after that. My nipples were now perked up from Ria’s sucking. We both removed our underwear and sat on the bed facing each other with our legs open for scissoring.

We moved our hips forward and rubbed our pussies together. “Ria,” I moaned, “I need Uncle’s cock. I need Uncle’s cock.” I cum hard, and Ria soon followed me.

As we lay on the bed, Ria told me that she would tell Uncle V about my wish to be fucked by him. I slept happily, knowing that I was soon going to get Uncle’s big cock in my pussy.

To be continued.