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In 2nd part, I knew the truth behind Suparna’s banging by Ani and his friends. This part starts where the events of 2nd part ended.

From the same evening, I again started wearing pre-trek-like dresses. The classes were now less about topics and more about casual and fun talks. In 1 hour class, we discussed the subject for just 15-20 minutes. As the days passed, the days became hotter.

Consequently my dresses became smaller and more exposing. I started wearing mid-thigh short dresses and mini skirts with cleavage and navel-exposing tops. I realised that my sexy curves with skin-exposing dresses made their nights more relaxing. It was a treat for their eyes.

I could see that they were fucking me with their eyes. This was making Vikram and my sex life better. One evening, Anirban called me and said that they were not going to come Today. They are going to watch the evening show of Avengers Infinity War.

The next evening, when they came to class, I asked them about the movie. They all praised the movie. Like a pampered kid, I was making irritated faces for giving the movie more preference over my class.

Anirban opened his bag and handed me a shopping bag. He said, “Ma’am, we will never forget you. It was the plan of the whole class. I couldn’t say no.” I said (taking the shopping bag), “What is this, Ani?”

Anirban, “Ma’am, there was a women’s store in the mall. As soon as we saw that, the first thought that came to us was you. So we bought this for you.” I said, “Thank you so much for the gift.” I picked up the bag and placed it on the side table.

Tapan, “Ma’am, please see it. We want to know do you liked them or not.” I said, “I will tell you after checking them after class.” After class finished and they left, I opened the bag. It had a waist noodle strap pink top and ripped mini shorts. I tried them.

Short was lycra fabric so it fitted well and was hugging my booty perfectly. The only problem with it was it was low waist, and my panty brand line was almost 2 inches above the waistline. The top was very loose, and I didn’t like it at all.

Tapan messaged in Riders and Trekkers WhatsApp group, “Ma’am, you liked the gift.” I said, “You people have a great choice. I liked it, but the top is loose.” Tapan, “Sorry, Ma’am, we couldn’t guess your size. that’s why.” I said, “No problem. it happens.”

Tapan, “No problem, Ma’am, I will replace it tomorrow. How was the other one?” I said, “You mean short? I loved that. It was stretchable, that’s why it fitted me. Otherwise, I generally wear 32 waist size in low waist jeans.”

Indranil, “Ma’am, please send a pic of that.” I sent them a laughing emoji and replied, “But my dress is not complete. You change, and I will dress that in your next extra class.” The conversation ended after they failed to convince me for pic. At night, I saw a message from Anirban to bring that top to the college.

The next day, Anirban picked the top from me in the morning. Around 4 pm, I was alone in the department room. He handed me the shopping bag. In the evening, I opened the bag. It was a white half-sleeve wide and deep-necked crop top with a good amount of my cleavage visible.

I had no option after yesterday’s commitment. So I wore a lacey bikini inside. Then I wore the top and shorts. My bra and bikini laces were out of top and shorts. They reached on time. As I opened the door for them, they were awestruck.

Tapan, “You look gorgeous, Ma’am.” I said, “Thank you, Tapan.” Then, all of them complimented me. After they sat on the sofa, Indranil said, “When we bought these for you, we were very confused that you would accept them or not.”

I said, “Accept or not? A girl never says no to new dresses.” Indranil, “Not for that, Ma’am, we were confused if you will like these shorts.” I said, “Why so.” Pranav, “As we haven’t seen you in such small denim shorts.”

I said, “I feel less comfortable in denim shorts, so I have only one. I wear a bit longer shorts but it has nothing to do with my choice, it happened by chance, but now I am loving it. doesn’t it look great?” All replied, “Yes, Ma’am.” I said, “If you people were doubtful, then who made the final call.”

Tapan, “Ma’am, Anirban said that you will definitely like it.” I said, “Ani, you know me better than your friends. Thank you for it.” Anirban, “Welcome, Ma’am.” I said, “And I think Tapan and Ani, you were the ones who selected this top.” Tapan, “How come you know Ma’am?”

I said, “That is not an intelligent question from the most intelligent students I have ever taught. Today, you two were absent from my college lecture.” Tapan, “Oh yes.” I said (making a serious look), “It’s perfectly fitted, but don’t you think this crop top is a bit short? Also, the neck is much open.”

Tapan to Anirban, “I told you to replace the top but you said it will look pretty on Ma’am.” Anirban, “Didn’t you like it, Ma’am?” I said, “I didn’t like it, Ani.” Anirban’s face filled with guilt.

But I continued, “I loved it, though not in competition with late 21st century born girls. But still makes me feel like I can compete with them. Your choice is fab, Ani. Thanks for such a gorgeous selection.” The smile returned to Anirban’s face. Then they requested me to click my pics.

I kept declining for few times. But then I agreed on one condition that they will never share or show these pics with anyone outside this room. Everyone agreed instantaneously. I said, “Ani, it will be your responsibility. If you take responsibility for all of you, then only I will give all of you permission.”

Anirban, “Don’t worry, Ma’am, any of your pics clicked by us will be among us only.” I said, “Today’s whole class went on my dress. No problem, we will continue. Wait, let’s have ice cream together.” As I came with the ice cream bowls, the discussion on the dress again started.

I said, “Do I have to pay for those?” Indranil, “No, Ma’am. just as a gift.” As the time passed, they got ready to leave. In the next few seconds, they clicked many of my pics from their phones. At night, they shared those pics in our WhatsApp group.

Everything was going well. My tuition class was nothing but just a mood fresher. The exam was approaching. I told them that after the coming Saturday, there will be no more extra classes. I want them to perform equally well as before. There was a sad look on their face.

But as usual, they were very tricky. So, on Friday, they asked me to have a pre-exam party on Saturday. I agreed. As the class ended Anirban handed me a shopping bag and said, “Ma’am, this is a gift for you for being so supportive to us.” I thanked them for being such wonderful students.

After they left, I opened the bag. It had a rose red, extremely short plunging neck midthigh backless dress. I dressed and kept posing in front of the mirror for quite a long. Later, after having dinner, Anirban messaged our group.

Anirban, “Ma’am, did you open the pack?” I said, “Yes.” Anirban, “Did you like that?” I said, “That’s beautiful.” Anirban, “Will you wear it tomorrow?” I said, “I don’t think so.” Anirban, “Please, Ma’am.” Tapan, “Please, Ma’am, it’s the last class of this sem.” Indranil and Pranav also jumped into the request.

After they requested me all guns blazing, I said, “Ok, I will but if you all will top the class again this semester.” All of them posted sad emojis. I said, “Don’t be sad, I haven’t cancelled tomorrow’s party.” The next day, we had a normal party.

Soon, the classes went off, and exams started. After almost a month, the exams finished. As classes were not going on and life was going with lesser work burden. 3-4 days after the 3rd-semester exam finished, I planned to have fun. I was expecting Mohsin at my place.

So I dressed in a mini dress with just a tiny thong inside. I had already told Vikram not to come before 10:00 pm. I was waiting for Mohsin desperately when the bell rang. I went quickly to open the door. But to my surprise, it was Anirban. I asked him the purpose of his arrival.

Anirban told me that his exams had gone well and thanked me. I told him to sit in the hall and went inside the kitchen. I started preparing tea for him. But in all this, I forgot to lock the door. As I was placing biscuits on the plate, someone lifted my skirt and slapped my ass and pulled my thong down. I was in shock.

Suddenly I heard a voice, “That’s my raand, always ready to get fucked.” I realised it was Mohsin. I forgot to lock the door. We were not having sex as regularly as we were before Mohsin’s marriage to Ayat. I turned towards him. But before I could say a word, he liplocked with me.

His hands pulled my thong down. My eyes were wide open. I was looking towards Anirban, who was looking at us with his eyes wide open. Behind Mohsin’s back, I joined my hand in order to request Anirban to leave. Like a gentleman, Anirban smiled and left the place.

It was a bit relieving to me. After he left, Mohsin lifted me and took me to the bedroom. He fucked me to the fullest and left after 1 hr. I was now thinking about Anirban. I was sure he would have told his group about all this till now. But still, I messaged him saying, “Please don’t tell about that to anyone.”

Anirban replied, “Ok. I won’t, Ma’am,” with a winking eye emoji. I said, “Thanks. I will talk to you in college.” Anirban, “Love to.” With that emoji, I knew that he was telling me that he enjoyed the live show very much. But I was a bit relieved that he would not tell anyone about all this.

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Hi friends kaise ho aap log? Bohut dino baad aap logo ke paas ayi hun. Jo mujhe nahi jaante unko bata dun mera nam Sheela Yadav hai. Main Gorakhpur se hun. Meri kai kahaniya aa chuki hai ‘Meri Kahani Meri Zubaani’ naam se.

Waise to main ab apne gao pe hun. Aur gao pe sab mujhe bohut sharif samajhate hai. Par hun bohut badi chudakad. Kaise bani agar ye janana hai to meri purani kahani padh lena. Meri pichli kahani padhkar bohut logo ne comment kiya. Kai se chat bhi hui. Par dhire dhire sab ne chat band kar di.

Maine tab bhi kaha tha ab bhi kah rahi hun. Main kisi se chud nahi sakti kyon ki gao pe hun aur yaha possible nahi hai. Jisko sirf chat karni ho wahi mujhe mail ya message kare. Main sirf aur sirf chat karoongi naa koi phone call naa milna. Chudai ki chat karne wale hi message kare.

Main tab ki baat bata rahi hun jab main Gorakhpur city mein rahti thi. Gorakhpur mein maine bohut aiyashi ki. Par jaha rehti thi kisi ko pata nahi chala. Main hamesha chaukanna rahti hun. Aur sex ke mamle mein bohut safety rakhti hun ki kisi ko pata naa chale.

Gorakhpur mein main ek school mein bacho ko padhati thi. Woh play-school tha. Waha maine bohut try kiya ki kisi ko pataoon par koi nahi pata. Fir maine school change ki aur doosre school mein padhai.

Waha maine ek bache ke papa ko pataya aur uske sath bohut mauj kiya. Woh bohut chudakad tha. Har dam kuch naya naya karta rahta tha. Dono ne khub maze kiye. Woh meri khub jawani loota aur main uski jawani ka maza li. Khub uske paise kharch karwai. Khoob choosa use.

Ab batati hun kaise kya hua. School subah 10 baje se tha dopahar 2 baje tak. Main 9.30 pe hi pahooch gayi aur gate ke paas hi khadi ho gayi. Taaki jo bhi aaye main usko dikhoon. Par jada tar mumy sab hi aayi aur dada dadi hi bacho ko leke aye.

10 bajne wala tha. Main sochi lagta hai is school mein bhi koi jugad nahi lagega. Watchman ne gate band kar diya aur chala gaya andar. Main mud ke jaa hi rahi thi ki kisi ne gate knock kiya. Maine jaake gate khol di.

Ek aadmi, karib 45 saal ka, bache ko scooty pe baitha ke rakha tha. Woh bola “Sorry madam late ho gaya ise le jaaiye andar.” Main use god mein uthane ko jhuki. Aur woh aadmi meri choochi ko ghoor raha tha. Main samajh gayi ki murga mil gaya.

Maine bola, “Koi baat nahi.” Maine bhi najar se najar mila li aur bache ko leke chali hai. Jab chutti hui to sab ke parents bahar khade the. Maine bhi usi bache ka hath pakda aur bahar le gayi. Woh aadmi bahar khada tha jaise mera hi intejaar kar raha tha. Jab main uski taraf jaa rahi thi to woh meri choochi ko ghoor raha tha.

Bachche ko le jaake uske hath mein diya aur woh, “Thank you, madam,” bola. Fir bola, “Aap nayi ayi hai kya.” Maine kaha, “Haan aaj hi join ki hun.” Fir main andar chali gayi. Fir agle din woh aaya main usi kaa intejaar kar rahi thi.

Mujhe dekhte hi ek smile diya to main bhi hans di. Woh meri aankho mein ghoor raha tha. Najar hata hi nahi raha tha to main bhi uski aankho mein dekhne lagi. Fir woh bache ko chod ke chala gaya. Dopahar ko jab chutti hui to main bache ko leke bahar gayi to woh aata dikha.

Main usi ko dekh rahi thi. Jaise hi woh thoda paas aaya usne apne right hand ko apne lund pe le jaake daba diya. To main uske hath ko dekhne lagi. Woh paas aaya to main muskura di. Woh bola, “Aaj late ho gaya.” Maine bola, “Koi baat nahi.” Woh bola, “Aap kaha rahti hai?” To maine bata diya.

Fir bola “Chutti kab hoti hai aap ki.” Maine kaha, “3 baje.” Fir woh chala gaya. Jab chutti hui to hum sab teacher bahar aa gaye aur apne apne ghar ko jaane lagi. Main akele hi jaa rahi thi. Tabhi woh bike leke piche se aaya aur bola, “Madam aaiye main chod deta hun aapko.”

To main bhi chahti thi hi to jaake baith gayi. Usne kaha, “Madam late to nahi ho raha naa.” Maine kaha, “Nahi akeli rahti hun to koi bolne wala nahi hai naa.” Woh bola, “Tab chaliye khuch khaya jaaye.” Maine kaha, “Thik hai.” Meri chuchi uske peeth par sat rahi thi. Aur main jaan booj kar daba rahi thi.

Fir hum ek resturent mein gaye aur ek side mein table pe baith gaye. Order dene ke baad dono baate suru ki ek doosre ke baare mein baatane lage. Woh 45 saal ka admi tha full experience. Pahle hi samajh gaya tha ki main kis type ki hun. Dono jab baat kar rahe the to najar mein najar daal ke baat kar rahe the.

Woh meri aankho mein aanke daalnke bol raha tha to main bhi bina sharmaye uski aankho mein dekh rahi thi. Bich bich mein uski najar meri choochi pe jaa rahi thi. Mujhe koi dikkat mehsoos nahi ho rahi thi. Ulta bohut maza aa raha tha.

Fir woh pucha, “Kitni salary milti hai school mein?” Maine kaha, “6000 hajar.” Bola, “kharcha chal jata hai?” Maine kaha “ye to bas aise hi shauk se karti hun.” Kuch der yahi sab mere baare mein poochta raha. Fir khana aa gaya. Aur humne khana khaya aur usne bill diya aur fir waha se bike pe baith kar nikal diye.

Maine man mein sochi ki kuch baat bani nahi. To main is baar jab bike ka break laga to aage sarki to apni choochi jor se uski peeth par daba di. Aise hi kai baar hua. Main jaanti thi ki aise karoongi to iska mann mein josh aayega.

Kuch der chale hi the to railway crossing mila jiska gate band tha. Log khade the to usne bola lagta hai gate band aur bike rok diya. Fir bola, “Kal kya kar rahi hai school ke baad?” Maine kaha, “Kuch nahi. Aap bataiye?”

Woh bola, “Mujhe Aap mat kahiye Raman kahiye.” Maine kaha, “To mujhe bhi aap mat kahiye tum kahiye.” Fir woh bola ki “kal school ke baad mere sath chalengi?” Maine kaha, “Kahan?” To bola, “Mera ek ghar hai wahi.”

Maine kaha, “Aap ki biwi kuch nahi bolegi?” Usne kaha, “Us ghar nahi, mera ek ghar aur hai jo kiraye par diya hua tha. Par is samay woh khali hai. Wahi chal kar baat karenge.” Maine kaha, “Baat to yahi kar lijiye Waha kya jaana?”

To woh bola, “Haan kar sakte hai. Par akele mein bata karna hai.” Maine kaha “Kya baat hai? Mann mein jo hai woh bol dijiye. Mujhse kya dar. Main to nahi dari aap ke sath mein aane ko.”

To woh turant bola, “Aap mujhe bohut achi lagi hai isi liye.”  Maine kaha, “Thik hai.” Fir woh mujhe mere chaurahe par chod ke chala gaaya. Main ghar pahoochi aur mann mein bohut khusi hui ki chalo jogad ho gaya lund kaa.

Agle din main subah uth kar soch ki apni jhaant saaf kar lun. To bathroom mein jaake bur ke saare baal saaf kiya aur gaand ke bhi. Nahayi aur room mein ayi. Maine sirf leggings aur suit nikala naa bra pahni naa panty. Suit side se jada upar tak kata tha. Jisse gaand side se aadhi dikh rahi thi.

Khoob mast saint maari aur school ko nikal gayi. Raste mein mujhe sab dekh rahe the. Hawa se suit piche se kabhi kabhi uth jaa raha tha sab dekh ka maze le rahe hoonge meri gaand ke. Fir school pahoochi. 10 baje woh apne bacche ko leke aaya.

Maine bache ko god mein uthaya to woh dhire se bole, “Shaam ko ready rahna.” Maine kaha, “Haan ready hun.” Fir jab school chuti hui to woh aaya aur bache ko leke turant chala gaya aur bola, “Tum dhire dhire aao main abhi aaya.” Main paidal hi jaa rahi thi dhire dhire.

Tabhi woh aaya aur main bike mein baith kar uske sath chal di. Bola, “20 minutes lagega.” Maine kaha, “Koi baat nahi.” Sahar se thoda bahar hi nikle the to woh bike rok diya aur bola, “Abhi aata thoon kuch khane ko leke.” Woh ek dookan mein gaya aur waha se cold drink, chips, choclate, samosa liya.

Main use hi dekh rahi thi. Fir waha se nikla aur uske bagal mein medical store tha waha gaya aur condom liya. Main to samajh gayi thi. Fir aaya aur bike start kiya. Maine medical store mein dekha to woh ladka mujhe hi dekh raha tha. Sala soch raha hoga, “Aaj ye is condom ko pahan ke iski bur lega.”

Fir hum uske ghar pahooch gaye. Ghar band tha usne lock khola aur hum andar gaye. Andar do room the ek pe bed laga tha hum usi room mein gaye. Jaise hi andar gaye woh mujhe akdam dekh raha tha jaise kitne josh mein hai. Mujhse bhi raha nahi jaa raha tha.

Dono ek doosre se chipak gaye aur dono kiss karne lage. Dosto itna josh Chadha tha ki dono ko ki jaise ek doosre ke hoth chaba jayenge. Ek doosre ki jeebh ko choos rahe the. Kiss karte karte woh apna dono hath meri gaand pe le gaya aur gaand daba daba ke kiss kar raha tha.

Dono hath piche se gaand pe laga ke daba raha. Piche se gaand ko dabate huye aage khinch raha tha jisse meri bur uske lund pe sat jaa rahi thi. Halat bohut bura ho gaya. Fir maine bhi apna hath uske lund pe laga diya aur paint ke upar se hi dabane lagi. Uska aur bura haal ho gaya.

Thodi der mein hi woh bola, “Chal ab mera lund choose.” To main niche baith gayi aur uska paint khol ke niche sarka di. Dosto kya gajab ka lund tha. Mota saa kaala sa Meri muthi mein pura nahi aa raha tha. Maine lund muh mein ghusa liya par mota hone ki wajah se pura muh kholna padta tha.

Main bhi pure josh mein lund choosh rahi thi. Kuch der choosi to woh bola, “Mera pelhar (Dono balls ko hamare yaha pelhar kahte hai) chaat.” To main lund muh se nikal ke uska pelhar muh mein le li. Dono balls ko pari para muh mein leke choosi fir lund choosne lagi.

Fir woh bola, “Chal bistar par.” Aur bistar pe jaake late gaya aur bola aa ab choos. To main bhi bed par jaake uska lund choosne lagi. Main uska lund mooh mein daal kar khinch khinch kar choos rahi th. Usko bada maaja aa raha tha. Woh mere sar ko pakad ke lund chooswa raha tha.

Meri bur paani se bheej gait hi. Main uske lund aur pelhar dono chaat rahi thi. Tabhi woh bola “rook” aur uth gaya ro gaand meri taraf karke bola, “Le meri gaand chaat.” To main dono hath se uske dono chutad ko faila ke gaand ke ched ko jeebh se chatne lagi.

Mere jeebh gaand ke ched pe lagate hi uske muh se ‘Aah’ nikal gaya. Bola, “Haan raani maza aa gaya chaat masti se.” Woh khoob majese apni gaand chatwaya. Main to pure josh mein aa gayi. Raha nahi jaa raha tha. Maine bola, “Yaar ab pelo mujhe raha nahi jaa raha.”

To woh bola, “Tum abhi josh mein ho naa to ek kaam karo. Mere lund pe baith jaao Aur khud dhakka maarke apna paani jhar lo.” Main boli, “Nahi tum chodo mujhe.” Par woh nahi maana Aur khud late kar lund khada kar liya aur bola “Ispar baith.”

Main baithne lagi to bola. “Jaise hugne baithi hai waise baith aur apne hath se lund pakad kar apni bur mein ghusawo.” To maine waise hi kiya aur lund sann se andar. “Aah,” kasam se duniya ka sukh ek taraf aur lund bur mein ghuswane ka sukh ek taraf.

Main apna hath uske sine pe rakh kar gaand aage piche karke dhakka marne lagi. Abhi 10-12 dhakka hi mara tha ki woh bola, “Ek kaam kar apne dono hath piche sar pe rakh aur bina kisi sahare ke dhakka maar.” Maine waise hi kiya to lund aur andar ghus gaya.

Maine to kuch hi dhakka maara lund jaise meri bachedaani mein lag raha ho. Bohut josh aa gaya aur meri speed badh gayi. 7-8 dhakke aur maari aur mere muh se nikal gaya, “Ah, raaja mera to gira.” Kah ke ek jorka dhakka aage taraf maar ke usi pe rok di aur sara paani bur ka jhaad di.

Maine kaha, “Ab nahi hoga nikal gaya.” To woh niche se apni gaand utha utha ke lund pel raha tha. Main ekdam susth ho gayi thi. Boli, “Yaar tum pel lo mere se nahi hoga.” To woh utha aur meri leggings li aur meri pani lagi bur ko pocha khoob aur bur puri sukh gayi.

Fir bola, “Mera lund poch de,” to maine lund poch diya. Main bistar pe lati thi. Woh aaya mere paas aur mere dono taango ko utha ke apne kandhe par rakh diya. Aur aage jhuk gaya. Jiase hi woh upar jhuka to mere dono taango ke ghutne meri choochi pe sat gayi.

Meri gaand upar uth gayi to usne ek hath niche lund ko pakda. Meri bur ke ched pe rakh diya. Maine kaha, “Thook to laga lo.” Itna hi muh se nikla tha ki ek dhakka maara aur pura lund bur mein ghus gaya. Mere muh se nikala, “Madarchod faad diya.”

Aisa laga jaise koi mirch bur mein daal diya ho itna jalan hua. Woh muskuraya aur fir same style mein lund bahar nikala aur hath se lund andar. Mera bura haal ho gaya. Par woh fir ruka nahi aur lund pelne laga. Mere pair mein dard hone laga to boli.

Usne mere pair chhod diye aur ab main apni taang sidhe bistar pe pasar di aur woh lund pelne mein laga tha. Karib karib 10min pela to mera bhi man hone laga to main bhi apni taang faila di. Aur gaand utha di. Use jaise hi laga ki gaand niche se utha rahi hun uski speed badh gayi.

Fir woh bola, “Ab chalo kutiya bano.” To main turant uth ke gaand uski taraf kar di. Woh piche se aake meri bur mein apna muh de diya aur bur choosne laga. Mujhe iski umeed nahi thi to main sann ho gayi. Main sochi ki chalo iske dimag mein to aaya ki iski bur bhi chat lun.

Fir woh meri gaand bhi chata to mera josh fir chadh gaya. Woh sidha hua aur is baar lund sidhe bur mein pela. aur gach gach shot maare jaa raha tha. Room mein thap thap ki awaj aa rahi thi. Koi bahar hota to jaan jaata ki kisi ki thukai ho rahi hai.

Par aaspaas koi tha nahi. Isi liye woh bina fikar dhana dhan pele ja raha tha. Fir woh ruka aur lund bahar nikal liya. Meri gaand ke ched pe thooka aur apne lund pe thuka. Lund se gaand pe lage thook ko milaya. Main samajh gayi ki, “Sheela ab ye teri gaand marega.”

Chuki main chudi chudai thi to koi fark nahi padne wala tha. Kyon ki jitne ladke mujhe pele hai lagbhag sabhi ne meri gaand maari hai. Fir woh lund gaand ke ched pe sahlate sahlate sann se lund gaand mein ghusa diya. Gaand kitni bhi marwai ho par jab suru mein lund jaata hai do dard hota hi hai.

Uska lund bhi mota tha to mujhe dard hua. Main aaje taraf jhuk gayi to woh ruk gaya aur mere chutad ko sehlane laga. Lund to ghus chuka tha. Fir mujhe thoda utha ke apni taraf khich liya. Mera muh ghuma piche ghuma ke kiss karne laga. Niche se lund gaand mein dhire dhire andar bahar karne laga.

Kuch der mein hi uski speed badh gayi aur mujhe fir ghodi bana diya. Woh mere baal ko piche se pakad liya jaise ghode ki lagam pakadte hai. Aur full speed se pel raha tha. Woh lund bahar nikal ke bed se utar gaya. Mujhe niche utar diya aur khada karke lund piche se meri gaand mein pel diya.

Khade khade hi meri gaand maarne laga. Mujhe bohut jos chadh gaya to maine bhi apni gaand thoda piche karke utha di. Taaki aaram se lund le sakoon pura andar tak. Tabhi woh bola, “Kaisa lag raha hai raani?” Maine kaha, “Bahut maza aa raha hai mere raja.”

Woh bola, “Mujhe bhi bohut maza aa raha hai tere jaise maal ko pelke. Aaj se tu meri favorite aur ab tu meri randi hai. Ab thujhe main randi bulaoonga.” Maine kaha, “Jo man ho woh bulana par abhi meri gaand ko bajao.”

Woh bola “woh to baja raha hun. Par tu bol tu meri kya hai?” Maine kaha, “Main teri randi hun kutti wali randi.” Woh bohut khus hua aur bola, “Tu meri parmanent rakhail aaj se. Jo main boloonga wahi karegi.” Maine kaha “thik hai yaar.”

Fir pelte pelte bola, “So jaa full josh hai sula ke peloonga.” Main turant so gayi aur taang faila di. Woh lund daal ke humachne laga mere bur mein. Fir woh lund bur se nikal ke gaand mein daala aur 7-8 dhakka maara. Fir gaand se lund nikal ke bur mein daala aur 7-8 dhakka maara.

Kai baar aise hi kiya. 15-20 dhakka bur mein marte bola, “Mera maal nikalne wala hai. Kaha nikalu?” Maine kaha, “Condom pahne ho andar hi nikal lo.” Woh bola, “Naa, tumhare muh mein girana hai.” Maine kaha, “Thik hai.”  Woh uth ke khada ho gaya aur main baith gayi aur muh khol ke ‘Aah’ kar di.

Woh do tin bar lund sahlaya aur fir mere muh mein lund ghusa ke pichkaari chhod di. Pura muh uske maal se bhar gaya aur side se thoda sa gir gaya. To usne lund nikal diya. Main thookne ke liye uth rahi thi to bola, “Naa, thookna mat sab pee jaa.” To main sab nigal gayi.

Woh bola, “Dekh bed pe thoda gira hai use chat le.” To main use bhi chat li. Woh bola, “Lund chat ke saaf kar de jara.” To main uska lund choos ke saaf ki. Mere liye ye sab koi nayi baat nahi thi. Bahuto ke sath aise ki hun.

Fir dono bistar se utre aur bathroom mein jaake bur gaand lund sab dhoi. Fir bed pe aake dono late gaye. Main to thak gayi thi. Thoda aaram ki to woh utha aur mere liye paani aur choclate diya. Woh bola, “Maza aa gaya yaar. Kasam se aisi hi ladki khoj raha tha. Jisko jaise marji baja sakun. Aur woh khul kar maze de.”

Maine kaha, “Biwi nahi deti kya maza?” Woh bola, “Pahle deti thi ab utna nahi deti. Upar se jo ji chahta hai uske sath nahi kar sakta. Abhi to ye suruwat hai. Abhi naya naya try karna hai aur jo dil mein hai sab tere sath karna hai.”

Maine kaha, “Agar main mana kar dun to?” Woh bola, “Tu nahi karegi.” Main boli, “Tum se tu.” Bola, “Tere ko nahi pasand kya.” Maine kaha, “Nahi bol sakte ho.” Maine kaha, “Main tumhe kaise pasand aa gayi.”

To woh bola, “Dekh maine jab tujhe pahli baar dekha tabhi samajh gaya ki tu chudi chudai hai.” Maine kaha, “Kaise jaane?” Usne kaha, “Bas main jaan jaata hun. Ladki ya aurat kisi ko dekh kar main samajh jaata hun ki ye chudegi ya nahi agar try karoon to. Aur tu to dekhne se hi chudakad lagi mujhe.”

“Bas man mein yahi tha ki tu chudai mein kya kya karne degi. Par jab tu do din mein hi chudne ko taiyar ho gayi to main samajh gaya ki teri jawani har tarike se loot sakta hun. Maine kai ladkiyon ko pela hai. Pata ke bhi aur paise de ke bhi. Pata ke pelne wali mein maza jaada aata hai.”

“Kyon ki woh jaada chudi nahi hoti hai. Jab unko pelo to unko dard hota hai to bohut maza aata hai. Meri biwi ko itna choda hun ki usko ab dard nahi hota. Aur main khul kar use pel nahi paata. Acha sach sach batana tune bhi to kai lund khaye hai.”

Main uski baaten sun rahi thi aur man mein soch rahi thi ki mast pelne wala mila hai. Iska pura maza lena chahiye aur paise bhi hai to isko nichod daloongi. Ye jo baat bol raha hai woh to sahi hi bol raha hai to isse kya sharmana.

Maine bhi kaha, “Haan yaar mujhe bhi chudna bohut pasand hai.” Usne kaha “Isliye maine tujhe pahli baar ki tarah aram se nahi choda. Jabarjast pela.”

Kuch der yahi sab baat hui. Dono ne thoda khaya aur cold drink pi fir chudai suru hui. Do round pela mujhe. Sham ho gayi to dono waha se nikal diye. Woh mujhe mere chaurahe pe chhoda aur chala gaya.

Aage ki kahani next part mein. Meri mail id hai [email protected]. Bye dosto.

Hi everyone, Sameer again! I was busy with some work, so I didn’t have time to write and make you cum. I hope everyone’s dicks and pussy are fully loaded to blast! Now, coming to the story, it is the continuation part of the previous part.

After having memorable sex with my cousin’s wife Rekha near the water tank, I unloaded all my cum inside her. It was a great feeling while unloading my seed in her.

We were done and exhausted. My dick became flaccid. Then we started a discussion about our lives and desires of sex. She too wanted to have wild sex, but her hubby was not that much into it. We talked a lot and it was an hour away.

It was dark, so I asked her to wipe my dick with her maxi. And while cleaning, she held it and began to tease that it was tiny. We were laughing about the situation, and in no time, she started taking my dick in her mouth and chewing it. It was soft, and she was enjoying it. It was a bit painful for me, but I was getting pleasure too. (You should try it like that, sure you will like it.)

Soon, my dick became hard and semi-erect. My cousin’s wife was still chewing and sucking it. I was gaining mood and slowly inserted my fingers in her pussy. It was fully wet with our fluids. While I rammed it with my fingers, “puch-puch” sounds were coming from it. (You can understand how wet it was.)

My dick became fully erect, and Rekha was giving me a hell of a blowjob. She was very good at her job. Her hubby was damn lucky to have her around his dick.

Then I started to finger her pussy and tried to pinch and press her nipples hard. She moaned while sucking my dick. Soon, we came in 69 position and explored each other’s holy parts. She was on top of me, spreading her legs so that I could get a nice lick of her pussy. I was licking it and inserted my tongue inside her pussy. It was a bit salty but it was good.

Then I removed my tongue from the pussy and licked on the pussy. I love that puffy pussy, and I bit it. Rekha let out a moan of ah, and I again bit it. She bit my dick for that. It was fun doing that.

Now I started to rub the clitoris and inserted my tongue again into the pussy. My cousin’s horny wife was sucking my dick and enjoying it. I slid two fingers into her pussy deep and licked those fingers too. I was licking everything of her pussy like she belonged to me and so did she. Rekha was moaning and leaking her fresh fluids. At the same time, she too tasted my precum. I was licking and fucking her pussy with my lounge. Then she was about to release her fresh juices.

So I stopped, but she was sitting on my face to unload it. But I wanted it on me and made her to suck it. So I changed the position and fingered her with full force and placed my dick near her pussy. Within 20 seconds, Rekha shot a load of her fluid on my dick! It was all wet. She applied all of it on my dick and massaged it.

Then I pulled her toward me and started to suck her lips and bite them. I was kissing vigorously on her cheeks, neck, and shoulders. I was also pressing her nipples and sucking them. She laid down and I was on top of her. I was sucking her nipples, kissing and pressing her puffy navel, and puffy pussy.

Then I came to the bottom and cleaned her fluid-dripped pussy with my tongue. I was licking her married pussy, bottom to top with my tongue and holding her vertical lips with my teeth and sucking them too. She pulled me toward her face, kissed me on my lips, and folded her legs around my waist. I served my fully wet dick inside her pussy, gave a slow thrust, and it went deep inside. Then again, I removed it and slowly gave a small push. Now, it was fully inside again.

Rekha made us turn and she was on top of me. Then she rode me for four strokes and took my dick out of her pussy and licked it fully. She began to circle her hands on my stomach and chest. While sucking it, slowly she was coming toward my stomach, and my chest, licking from the bottom. Rekha held my nipples and began to pinch it. No one had done that before. She licked my chest and came toward my nipples and took them in her mouth. It was purely a different feeling. It was a tickling sensation all over my body.

My cousin’s wife was as good at sucking as you know, and she was great here too. I was pinching her one nipple and suckling the other nipple and vice-versa. My dick was poking her navel hole and it was fully erect and I wanted to cum. But she stopped it.

Then I moved a bit and held her and gave my dick in her mouth. She was sucking, and I was about to cum. But I wanted to control it, because I didn’t want to cum so fast and wanted us to have this wonderful sex a bit longer. When I was about to cum, I took my dick out of her mouth, held her, and kissed her.

As you know we were in a mosquito net, we came out of it, and it was dark. No one could see us. We went near the water tank, took some water, poured on my dick, and sprinkled some on Rekha. She too sprinkled some water on me.

We both were naked. At that time, I got an idea, why don’t we have sex inside the water tank?! I never had this before, so I wanted to try it.

I told her and convinced her. It was 8 feet (2.44 m) high with 2 feet (0.61 m) columns and had a grill gate on top of it for lifting, cleaning, and checking water. There was an iron staircase to get into it. I took my mobile, climbed onto the tank, lifted those grill gates, and checked the water with the flashlight.

Only 2 2-foot (0.61 m) depth of water was inside and it was clean because it was constructed recently. I asked her to climb slowly. Then I entered the tank and held her. She too came inside.

The water was a bit cold and just above her knees. Her thighs are beautiful. I didn’t see her fully naked in the light. I left the grill gate open and placed the mobile with a flash-on on the wall so that only lighting would be inside the water tank.

It was the first time we were both seeing our bodies naked. She was a bomb and had thick flesh in perfect places. The inside dimensions were 6 feet (1.83 m) height, 4 feet (1.22 m) width, and 6 feet (1.83 m) length. So we could stand inside and still couldn’t be seen from outside.

We then hugged each other and kissed. My dick was wet, but flaccid. It was her job again to make it hard. She went on her knees and started to suck. After just 2 minutes of sucking, it was hard. Then I too came on my knees and kissed her. While kissing, I leaned backwards and pulled her on top of me.

While doing that, my cousin’s wife’s nipples were shaking like hanging melons. We were all wet, and we were sitting facing each other. The water was below my chest, but for her, it covered her nipples. I held those nipples and pressed them inside the water. She was stroking me inside the water. It was my first time doing this in water, and I was feeling nice.

While she was stroking, I took support of the walls and laid, so that the precum ejected from dick would flow freely in the water. We smiled at that.

Then I placed my fingers in her pussy, and removed some of her fluids. Those were also flowing on top of the water. We played like that for a while, pouring water on each other.

After a while, I placed my dick in her pussy while we were in the water in a missionary position. But it was not that much comfortable, so we tried doggy. I asked her to bend on her knees and lift her head.

Then I spread her butt and placed my dick inside Rekha. It was a bit hard and not that much easy to fuck like that. I held her hair and pulled her head up and fucking her with full force. We just had ten to 15 strokes and it was not that much up to the mark. So I made her hold the wall so that we could do it in a bending position.

Then I entered her pussy from behind. With two pushes, my dick went fully inside. I started to ram my cousin’s wife’s pussy continuously and rubbed her clitoris. Within 5 minutes, she came. Immediately, I increased my pace and in another 15 strokes, I came inside her.

Then we just stood like that. When I removed my dick, so much of the fluids from her pussy fell into the water.

That midnight was a great night for both of us. After that, we had many wild things.

As usual, it is a bit of a long story. Please text your opinion. And if you want to have a chat, I am always available at [email protected]

Hello my dear friends and readers, aaj main ek real story likhne jaa raha hu, jo mere sath hui hai, abhi recently mein hui hai. To baat aisi hai ki main padhayi mein pehle shuru se kamzor tha.

Par fir maine apne subjects ko strong kiya, aur padhayi mein number one ban gaya. Meri mummy ne bhi isme meri bahut madad ki. To wo meri nazar mein bahut achi thi. Par ek vakye ke baad sab badal gaya.

Meri mummy ki umar kareeb 40 saal rahi hogi, aur mere dost ki umar kareeb 21 saal. Meri mummy kaa figure 38-36-40 hai. To aap soch sakte hai ek gadrayi aurat kaisi lagti hai is umar mein. Aur meri maa hamesha kurti, leggings, aur belly pehanti hai, ya kabhi-kabhi jeans top.

Ye baat hai 2023 ki. Main ek achi naukri apne shehar mein hi kar raha tha, aur mere pita ji bhi banker the. To Delhi mein wo ek achi naukri kar rahe the. Haridwar mein sirf main aur meri maa rehte the. Apna mann behlane ke liye maa gym, club, kitty parties mein chali jati thi society mein.

Mera ek bachpan kaa dost tha Ashish, jo hamesha se mere sath rehta tha, khaata-peeta, uthta-baithta. Bas usko ek gandi aadat thi, auraton ke sath sex karne ki. Usko pata nahi auraton se aisa kya pyar tha. Wo call girl ke naam pe bhi kisi aurat ko bula ke chodta tha.

To ek din hua ye ki meri naukri Mumbai mein lag gayi, jisse mere mummy-papa bhi bahut khush the. Mummy kuch zyada hi khush thi. Mujhe bhi laga ki shayad mummy ko mujhpe garv tha, par baat kuch aur thi, jo aapko ab pata chalegi aage.

To aa gaya tha ab mera din jaane ka. Par jaane se ek din pehle meri company se mujhe call aaya ki aapki joining 3 din aage shift kar di gayi hai, jis wajah se aapki flight teen din baad ki hai. To mujhe laga ki main ghar pe bina bataye nikal jata hu apni flight book karke, aur teen din Mumbai ghoom loonga. to maine flight book ki, aur mujhe mummy aur mera bestfriend Ashish airport chhodhne gaye. Kyunki mummy ko car chalani nahi aati thi.

Uske baad maine un dono ko bye kaha, aur main nikal gaya andar boarding karwane. Fir jab main andar pahuncha to pata chala ki flight weather issues ki wajah se ek din delay ho gayi thi. And jo cancel karwana chaahta tha, wo refund le sakta tha. To maine socha ghar hi chalte hai refund leke aur teen din baad company ki flight se hi nikalenge fir.

Maine Ashish aur mummy dono ko call kiya, par no network ki wajah se shayad unka number nahi laga. Fir maine ek cab ki, aur apne ghar ke liye nikal pada wapas. Apne ghar pahuchne mein mujhe 30 minutes lage, aur main pahunch gaya. Waha dekha ghar mein koi bhi nahi tha, aur naa hi hamari car thi.

Maine dono ko phone bhi kiya, par kisi ne pick nahi kiya. Pehle mujhe chinta hui, par fir maine wait karne ka socha, aur duplicate key se peeche ka darwaza open karke ghar mein gaya. Ghar mein jaake main apne room mein 1 ghanta let gaya, kyunki bahut thak chuka tha. Meri lete-lete kab aankh lag gayi, mujhe pata bhi nahi chala.

Kareeb 1.5 ghante baad main apne room se nikla paani peene ke liye, to dekha mummy ki heels saamne darwaze ke paas padi thi. To mujhe laga ki shayad mummy aa gayi thi, aur apne kamre mein thi. Maine socha ki unko neeche jaake bata deta hu, ki main duplicate keys se andar aa gaya tha, aur kya hua tha. To main stairs se neeche jaane laga.

Fir neeche jaake main jaise hi mummy ke room ke paas pahuncha, to maine jo dekha usko dekh ke mere pairon ke neeche se zameen khisak gayi. Meri mummy ka kamra poora flowers se saja hua tha, and saamne alphabet balloons se likha hua tha “Suhagraat”. And I was shocked to see ki ye kisne kiya hua tha, aur ye kya ho raha tha, ya kya hone wala tha.

Hamara ghar bahut bada hai, Kyunki papa sarkari naukri mein hai. Kisi ko ye nahi pata chala ki main neeche aa gaya tha. Fir jab maine ye sab dekha to main bahut pareshan ho gaya. Maine doosre kamre mein jhaank ke dekha jo band tha. To usme meri mummy poori nude thi bed pe, and koi do ladies Urban Clap se aake meri mummy ko ready kar rahi thi.

Mujhe laga meri mummy kiske liye ready ho rahi thi, aur room bhi band tha. Aur mummy ka room aise kyun saja hua tha. To main upar chala gaya, aur apne room mein jaake sochne laga ki ye sab kya tha. Pehle mujhe laga papa aa rahe the, par papa se baat karne ke baad pata chala wo to baahar the, aur wo nahi aa rahe the. Uske baad yahi soch-soch ke mera dimaag pareshan ho gaya, aur main intezaar karne laga.

Fir neeche se kuch awaaz hui aur maine window se dekha to maa poori dulhan ki tarah taiyaar hui thi. Wo hall mein khadi thi. Maa Laal Lehange mein, Maang mein teeka, Mangalsutra, Necklace, Bangles, Payal, Jhumke, Nath, bichhiya pehan ke khadi thi. Fir urban clap walo ko maa ne 21000 rupay diye. Fir wo happy wedding bol ke nikal gaye.

Maa ne un dono ladies ko thank you bola, aur gate close karke apne room mein chali gayi. Fir unhone gate close kar liya. Maine ye sab dekh ke neeche jaane ki sochi aur dekhna chaaha ki maa kyun aise taiyaar hui thi. Uske baad main neeche gaya aur room ki taraf badha, aur room ki taraf jab main badha, to maine khidki se jo dekha wo main aaj tak believe nahi kar paata. Mera dost Ashish meri maa ke bagal mein baith ke beer peete hue maa ke gale mein hath daal ke baitha tha.

It was so shameful to see my mom and friend at that time. Because I didn’t expect this ever. Par main ye sab khidki se dekh ke kuch samajh nahi paa raha tha. Hamare bagal waale kamre se ek chhota roshandaan mummy ke kamre mein nikalta hai. Main bagal waale kamre mein gaya, aur dheere se ek table leke gaya, aur uske upar khada hoke sab sunne aur dekhne laga.

Ashish: Have some beer na?

Vinni: Nahi, mujhe nahi peeni naam

Ashish: Thodi si come on.

Vinni: Nahi-nahi.

Ashish: Oh come on, Vinni ( Aur can meri mummy ke muh mein laga diya). Shayad maa ko bhi zabardasti peeni padi.

Ashish: Urban Clap waale gaye?

Vinni: Hanji gaye.

Ashish: Paise de diye unko?

Vinni: Haa jo aapne diye the de diye.

Ashish: Good girl, chal mujhe khush karne ke liye naach saamne.

Vinni: Is lehange mein?

Ashish: Nakhre mat kar, naach chal.

Vinni: Theek hai.

Aur maa saamne uth kar laila main laila pe naachne lagi dheere-dheere.

Ashish: Waah meri dhanno, chal aaja idhar ab.

Vinni: Hanji.

Aur wo bed pe aa gayi ab.

Ashish: Acha chal sun ab.

Vinni: Ji kahiye.

Ashish: Main bura insan nahi hu. Dekh tujhe abhi kitni saari jewellery gift ki, lehanga dilaya, heels dilayi. Bura hu main bata mujhe?

Vinni: Nahi, aisa nahi hai.

Ashish: Darr mat, bata mujhe (Meri maa ka hath pakadte hue).

Vinni (Maa darte hue): Aap bas maarte ho, aur baat na maano to  bura maan jaate ho.

Ashish: Acha chal ab nahi maarunga, na hi bura maanunga. Khush?

Vinni: Hanji.

Ashish: Dekh agar main tujhe pehle naa samjhata, to kya tujhe itni azaadi milti?

Vinni: Nahi, wo baat nahi hai. Bas wo kabhi akele baahar gaya nahi hai.

Ashish: Acha ruk, main teri baat karwata hu usse.

Itne mein Ashish ka phone aaya mere number pe. Par unko nahi pata chala, kyunki mera phone silent pe tha. To maine table se neeche utar ke phone uthaya, aur dheere-dheere baat ki window se dekhte hue.

Ashish: Haa bhai, pahunch gaya?

Main: Haa bhai, Abhi flight land ki.

Ashish: Chal badhiya, mummy se baat kar le apni baat, pareshan ho rahi

hai.

Main: Mummy ko ghar nahi chhodha toone?

Ashish: Nahi, unko mandir jana tha tere liye, to pehle ye koi door gaon ke mandir mein aaye hai. Fir jayenge.

Vinni: Hello Beta, pahunch gaya naa tu theek se?

Main: Haa mummy, main pahunch gaya. Aap pareshan naa ho.

Itne mein halki si aahhh ki awaaz aayi to maine window se dekha to Ashish maa ko baat karte time pareshan kar raha tha, aur boobs pe daant kaat raha tha blouse se. Fir wo zip khol kar maa ka hath apni jeans mein dalwa raha tha.

Itne mein maa ne kaha: Beta main tujhe baad mein karti hu. Pandit ji aarti de rahe hai hath mein.

Aur unhone phone kaat diya. Itne mein Ashish hasta hai, aur kehta hai-

Ashish: Haa bol deti naa bete se kon se pandit ji hai, aur kon si aarti de rahe hai hath mein jaanu.

Aur maa ko apne paas kheench leta hai, aur apni godi mein usko bachho ki tarah sula ke sehlane lagta hai, aur kiss karne lagta hai.

Aage ki story jaanne ke liye bane rahiye agle part 2 aane tak isi tarah mere sath. Baaki agar aapko story achi lagi ho, to [email protected] pe apne reviews zaroor bhejiyega.

Part 3 narrates the first struggles encountered upon returning home.

I paid the taxi driver and helped Bhabhi out of the taxi. Then I led bhabhi to the sofa and took off her shoes and socks. After that, I went to the kitchen to get some water and food for bhabhi. The hospital food was terrible, so she did not have much to eat all day. I had stocked up on bhabhi’s favorite food, butter chicken and garlic naan knowing she would be hungry upon returning home.

I came back to the living room and fed bhabhi with my own hands. She ate it all up, but she was still hungry. So I got her some more. She couldn’t get enough. I was amazed at how much bhabhi could eat. I guess, the fact that she was a new mother and lactating meant that her calorie intake had increased significantly as well.

Later, I put the dishes away and came back to sit with her on the sofa. We made idle talk, about stocking up on groceries. She asked me all that the doctor discussed with me. Things seemed like they were almost normal again until I saw that bhabhi started to look very pale. She was squirming in her seat. She had a look of anguish and discomfort on her face and sweat beads had started to form on her forehead.

Me: bhabhi, is everything ok? You don’t look well.

Bhabhi: I am ok Sonu. it’s nothing.

I let it go but after about 15 minutes, her facial anguish and discomfort became even more pronounced, and she was sweating profusely.

It dawned on me that bhabhi was still in her jacket and that must be what is making her so uncomfortable and sweaty.

Me: Bhabhi, let me help you out of your jacket. You will feel better.

Bhabhi: No Sonu, leave it be. I am fine. It’s nothing.

Me: It’s obvious you’re not fine, bhabhi. You are sweating a lot and your facial expression clearly shows you’re in discomfort. Please listen to me and let me help you take off the jacket. You’ll feel better.

Bhabhi realized she couldn’t keep saying no and had to take the jacket off at some point so reluctantly she nodded, giving her approval. Then she stood up and I walked behind and carefully slid the jacket off her arms.

When I turned around to face bhabhi, my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me. Bhabhi’s hospital provided a light blue cotton shirt with two huge wet spots. The shirt was completely soaked with milk around the area where her nipples were poking through the shirt! Her tits were leaking profusely, so much so that most of the milk was seeping through her bra and onto her blue shirt.

That was when I realized why the nurse insisted that bhabhi wear a jacket even in this hot humid climate. It was to save bhabhi from the embarrassment in front of all of us.

Bhabhi looked down at her shirt and noticed the wet spots that I was looking at. And in that moment, the shame of standing there in front of her younger brother-in-law in this indecent state was too much for her to bear. She couldn’t move her arms to cover herself. All she could do was turn around and silently cry.

I didn’t know what to do, but I had to do something to alleviate her discomfort and stop her from crying. Then I went to my room and got a small hand towel. I got in front of her and started patting the wet spots. Bhabhi pulled back with anger and annoyance on her face.

Bhabhi: Stop, Sonu! What are you doing!?

Me: I thought this would help, bhabhi. I’m sorry I didn’t know what else to do after seeing you crying.

Bhabhi: Sonu, you don’t understand anything. Sorry, it’s not your fault, Sonu. I’m just annoyed at my situation.

Tears started forming in her eyes and she said –

Bhabhi: Sonu, this is not a situation either of us should be in. This was never going to be easy and it’s highly inappropriate for you to help me with such issues and for me to ask your help. This is not something a devar should ever need to help his bhabhi with.

Me: Bhabhi, please don’t cry. We will figure out a way together as a family. We have been through difficult situations before, and we’ll get through this as well.

Bhabhi. There is only one solution, Sonu.

Me: What’s that, bhabhi?

Bhabhi (still with tears rolling down her cheeks): Sonu, please take me to my mother’s place. There she can help me without hesitation, and it will be easier for both you and me as well.

Me: Bhabhi, please don’t say that. It will bring shame to both bhaiya and me that we were not able to care for you when you needed it most. He made me promise that I would take care of your needs at your own home.

Bhabhi: Did your brother even realize what he is asking you to help with, Sonu? Did he even consider all the things I will need help with now and the situation he is putting us in? What was he thinking making you promise such a thing?

Me: Bhabhi, if bhaiya has given me this responsibility, then clearly he knows what comes with it and he has full faith and trust in me to handle it. Not everything needs to be put in words. He trusts me like a son and knows you have always been like a mother to me.

Bhabhi: I don’t know what to do, Sonu. You and your brother have put me in a tough spot. I don’t know how we will manage but right now, I am in unbearable pain. I have not been able to remove the milk since this morning in the hospital and now they are full and hurting.

It was clearly embarrassing for her to talk about something so private with me, something that she previously would have only spoken about with bhaiya. But the pain and desperation had won over any feelings of shame.

I couldn’t believe I was standing here talking to my motherly bhabhi about her fully engorged lactating breasts that were leaking uncontrollably. It was not a conversation I ever expected to have with my brother’s wife in a million years.

Me: Bhabhi, you tell me how I can help, and I will do exactly that.

Bhabhi: There are some blankets in my bedroom drawers. Please go and bring that, Sonu.

Then I went to bhabhi’s room and started opening drawers. I found a drawer with a blanket, a soft thin white one with a dark blue cross hatch pattern.

Me: I got the blanket, bhabhi.

Still with her back to me in an effort to hide the wet spots, bhabhi turned around to face me.

Bhabhi: Wrap it around my upper body, Sonu.

I had to lift bhabhi’s hand and reach around wrapping Bhabhi with the blanket. But Bhabhi’s frame was so big, that my hands accidentally touched her breasts through the blue shirt all over the place and briefly even brushed past the wet spots. But we both knew it wasn’t intentional, so no words were exchanged.

Me: Ok, now what, bhabhi?

She had overcome the embarrassment of what she had to ask me to do next. But the pain from the pressure of her engorged breasts forced her to speak. Then she turned around so that her back was facing me.

Bhabhi: Sonu, you will have to reach under the blanket, lift my shirt up, unhook the backstrap, and remove my bra.

I had never unhooked or taken a bra off before. But like all boys, I had imagined doing it someday when I have a girlfriend, but not in a million years did I think my first will be my bhabhi, someone I revered and looked up to not just as an elder but as a motherly figure in my life.

Then I reached under the blanket (near her waist), grabbed the edges of her blue shirt, and lifted it all the way up until they were bunched up around her armpit just above where her cleavage starts. I had seen glimpses of bhabhi’s back before when she wore sarees. But this was different. Her whole back was wet and shiny from all the sweating.

Now in front of me was her cream-colored bra backstrap that needed to be unhooked. I wondered if even bhaiya had ever removed bhabhi’s bra himself during their intimate private moments or did she do it herself? Was I, her much younger brother-in-law, going to be the first male in her life to remove her bra? Would there be others after me?

With shaking hands, I reached for the hooks. But I struggled to undo them as they were really tight, but kept trying and finally, it came undone. Her bra straps dangled down on her sides. Her bra however remained in place on the front, under the white blanket, refusing to fall down.

Then my bhaiya’s wife turned around facing me once again, frustrated that her bra didn’t fall down even after unhooking from the back. She just looked at me but didn’t say anything, hoping I would know what to do without her having to verbalize it.

I didn’t need any further instructions. I felt around under the blanket trying to get a grip on her bra to pull it down. But the cotton bra fabric was wrapped so snugly and tight against her breasts that I was unable to grasp and pull it down. It was obvious that her bra was too small for what she was hiding inside them.

While struggling to get a grasp, my hands touched her breasts through her bra for far longer than was necessary. Then I looked up at bhabhi and saw an annoyance building on her face so I did the only thing that would work without prolonging her agony, which was put my fingers between her bra and breast flesh, get a grasp on her bra, pulled the bra forcefully down underneath the blanket, and out in my hands in one swift motion.

The moment I pulled her bra down, her massive milk bags flopped all the way down, swaying side to side underneath the blanket like two large milk pendulums, thanking me for finally freeing them. They hung down just above her navel. They were not just bigger than her head, they dwarfed it.

It was a sight to behold! A sight any man bhabhi knew could have only wished to see her in – whether it be friends or family. Others she knew would have to keep wishing for the chance to see her in this state of indecency someday, at least for now.

Even through the thin white cotton blanket, I could make out the shape of bhabhi’s heavy knockers with huge dark brown areolas and nipples with milk drops forming, visible just past where the blanket ended, and my eyes refused to shift focus. I briefly became motionless with wonder and astonishment.

Each breast was the size of a watermelon, and possibly as heavy. They were fair in color with dark bluish-green veins crisscrossing the surface of each breast. My sister-in-law’s areolas were wide and bumpy and at the center was a long, stiff, and moist funnel-shaped nipple that could gauge an eye out. They looked rugged and worn out, indicating they had regularly been played with and manhandled.

My mind wondered how all this time, living under the same roof, she had managed to keep these massive jugs hidden. How I had been so oblivious to the enormous size of what she had been walking around the house with for all these years.

It was always obvious to anyone with eyes that bhabhi was not only a tall thick woman with a large frame. But was also blessed with assets that drew stares from men and women alike, no matter where we went.

Heck, even some of my closest friends in the past had jokingly made crude offensive remarks about her. But this, this was not obvious to those who had only seen her in proper decent attire. I never thought I would get to see bhabhi in this state of indecency and now all I wanted to do was reach forward and grab her heavy-hanging milk bags, hold them, and kiss them. My gaze at her jugs was only broken when I heard Bhabhi calling my name.

Bhabhi: Sonu, you can keep the bra down now and please bring the breast pump the nurse gave me in the morning. It should be in the bag on the dining table.

I looked down at my hands and indeed, I was still holding her bra. The bra was damp from her leaking milk, and it was big. But clearly no match for those massive beauties they had struggled to contain. I kept the bra down and brought the pump to bhabhi.

It was a manual pump, consisting of a milk bottle attached to a funnel-shaped flange that attaches to the areola and a handle that needs to be pressed to activate the suction at the flange. She explained how to turn it on and which settings to adjust.

Then bhabhi sat back down on the sofa. As she sat, her magnificently large udders flopped down, sagging past her navel and resting in her lap, her nipples and areolas touching her thighs.

I moved closer to bhabhi and knelt between her thighs so that her breasts were level with my face. Her nipples were only inches away from her pussy covered by her panty and pajama which was also soaked with milk leaking from her nipples just above them. I wondered how much of the milk had leaked through and gotten inside her panty. Only half of the moist large dark brown nipple was visible, so I had to lift the milk-soaked blanket just enough so that her jutting areolas and nipples were completely unobstructed from view.

Her whole breast had a wet sheen from all the sweating and her nipples continued to leak droplets of milk. Bhabhi smelled strongly of a mixture of sweat and milk. It was unlike anything I had smelled before. It was intoxicating.

Then I tried to push the pump flange against bhabhi’s areolas. But I couldn’t get a good seal around them. I would have to take the part of her boobs around the nipples into my hands and then guide them into the flange. Then I looked up at bhabhi and she just nodded in agony, giving her approval.

I was able to get a proper seal and started pumping. Jet streams of milk violently started to flow from her nipples, accumulating in the funnel and down into the bottle. I kept at it until the bottle was half full, but the milk flow showed no signs of stopping.

While pumping, I wondered if bhaiya knew this would be part of the promise to take care of bhabhi?! Surely, he knew we couldn’t afford a caretaker yet, so he must have known, I convinced myself.

Then I looked up at her innocent tired face only to find that she had dozed off and was snoring ever so lightly. This was obviously a huge pressure relief for bhabhi. I felt really bad for her condition. I wondered why this had to happen to her, why God let this happen to someone so caring, motherly, and good-natured as her.

But these thoughts were broken by the sight of the other free glistening and leaking dark brown elongated nipple surrounded by large bumpy areolas that were easily 3 inches in diameter.

I was overcome with impure thoughts and guilt at the same time. My erect penis was telling me to bend down and take the free-leaking nipple into my mouth. But I resisted my dark thoughts. I couldn’t betray bhaiya and bhabhi’s trust in me. They had always treated me like I was their own child.

All I could do was shamefully stare until the milk flow finally stopped on her right breast and I had to move the pump to her left breast. But the bottle was already full, so I got another bottle. After a few minutes, every drop of milk from my sister-in-law’s huge boobs had been drained.

Then I detached the pump from her nipples and went to the kitchen to clean the pump and put the bottles of milk in the fridge. Just as I closed the fridge, I heard sounds coming from the living room. Bhabhi had woken up. I quickly headed toward bhabhi. She was still on the couch with a good part of her massive milk bags splayed out and uncovered by the blanket.

Following my gaze back to her bosom, she saw what I was looking at but didn’t react as I had not only already seen them while pumping, but also held them to attach them to the pump.

A few minutes later, she stood up, turned around so that I couldn’t see her front, and hoped her blue shirt would drop down on its own. But the shirt was still bunched up, showing no sign of dropping down. Instead, the blanket fell off and dropped to the ground. They were a sight to behold. Even from behind, I could see her massive dangling jugs, gently swaying from the sides of her back.

“Sonu, don’t just stand there! Help me!” said bhabhi in an annoyed frustrated tone.

Then I came back to my senses, walked up close behind her, and pulled her blue shirt all the way down. My fingers carelessly brushed past her nipples as I pulled her shirt down to cover them. She sat back down and although she regained her modesty, her nipples were still poking through the bottom quarter of the shirt. But by this time, bhabhi was too tired to notice. She rested on the sofa to catch her breath for a few minutes before speaking to me.

Bhabhi: Sorry Sonu, I didn’t realize I fell asleep. This whole ordeal has been really tiring for me, both physically and mentally. But you never made me feel uneasy or get mad at me when I lost my cool with you. I am sorry I doubted you earlier, I doubted us as a family being able to get through this. I am blessed to have you in my life.

These words from bhabhi meant a lot to me because honestly, seeing her in this indecent state and discovering how big her breasts really are, had filled me with extremely impure thoughts, some of which were telling me to do unholy things to my very own bhabhi, the bhabhi who looked after me like her own child. But hearing these words from her gave me confidence that I could suppress my thoughts. As long as they don’t manifest in actions, I would regret them later. It was ok, it would mean that I was still a good brother, I convinced myself.

Me: It is me who is the lucky one, bhabhi. Not everyone is blessed to have a bhabhi like you. (The moment I said that, I realized what I said could have been taken the wrong way. But I was relieved to see bhabhi didn’t take it that way or maybe she knew, but was just saving me from further embarrassing myself).

Bhabhi: I am tired now, Sonu. I need to go to my bedroom and sleep. It’s late. You should go get some rest as well.

Hearing that, I reached for her bra that I had taken off Bhabhi earlier and walked to her to put it back on her. I figured she would not want to sleep without a bra on as she was lactating.

Bhabhi: Not now Sonu, I can’t stand here and go through this all over again. I am too tired. I just want to sleep now.

After saying that, my brother’s wife started walking to her bedroom. Her dangling braless milk bags jiggled and swayed under her shirt with each step she took. I followed her in case she needed any assistance.

Walking behind her, I noticed how big bhabhi’s buttocks had become post-delivery, two large protruding ass cheeks jiggling wildly under the hospital-provided pajamas. It was almost cartoonish. Her massive boobs protruded in front, her ass protruding in the back, and they were both even more accentuated because of how her limp arms dangled on the sides of her body.

I thought to myself how lucky bhaiya was while he was here. Not only did he have a wife who was supportive and caring, but also with assets any man with a heartbeat would wish to see and play with at least once in their life. He had these to fondle and play with to his heart’s content whenever he wanted.

But would he be able to accept bhabhi in her partially disabled state when he returns? Would her disabled arms have any impact on their private bedroom activities when he returns? Would it diminish his love for her? I would soon come to find out that the answers to these questions were complicated, it wasn’t black or white, but those details, I will share in the next parts. I covered her with a quilt, gave her a good night kiss on her forehead, and closed the light.

As I was walking toward my bedroom, bhabhi’s bra on the sofa caught my eye. I could barely recognize myself anymore. This wasn’t something I would have even thought of doing before and yet, here I was, walking to my room with Bhabhi’s milk-soaked bra in my hand.

I deceived and convinced myself that it was harmless, that this in no way changed my love and respect for her and it doesn’t mean I would let any harm or discomfort come her way. In the end, all that matters was that I fulfilled my promise to bhaiya.

Then I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But all I could see was the image of my bhabhi in her indecent state that I had witnessed earlier! Even after trying hard, I could not stop these images from coming or stop my penis from becoming rock-hard. I brought her bra next to my face, taking in the intoxicated smell of her milk and sweat-soaked bra with one hand while stoking my penis with the other.

The images of her milk jugs and big round butt fueled my strokes. Just as I was about to cum, I wrapped my penis in my sister-in-law’s bra and finished off. I nodded off shortly after that.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard bhabhi calling my name from her room. I hurried to her room to see what was troubling her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed when I got there.

She looked up at me and said, “Sorry Sonu, I need to use the toilet badly. I didn’t want to wake you, but I didn’t know what else to do”. She couldn’t make eye contact with me. She was clearly embarrassed. But had no option but to call for me.

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In the next parts, I will narrate to the best of my recollection the other challenges we faced, routine things that we don’t even have to think about but become a challenge without the use of our arms. How it had an impact on us and changed us and how others waiting to take advantage of bhabhi’s disabled condition, became a part of this difficult and unusual time in our lives.

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Hi, Dosto kaise ho aap log.

Us din jab ghar pahuchi to main kapde badli aur sidhe bathroom chali hai. Dosto latrine karne mein gaand mein bohut bard ho raha tha. Kisi tarah latrine ki aur fir nahai. Aur aake bed pe nangi hi so gayi.

Raat 7 baje uthi. Khana banane ka man nahi kar raha tha to main bahar chali gayi khana laane. T-shirt aur salwar pahan ke nikli. Raste pe to jante hi ho dosto jab bhi koi ladki dikhi sab ghoorne lagte hai. Jab bhi road pe jaati hun koi bhi ho dekhte sab hai. Chahe bade aadmi jo ya chota.

Main bhi isi liye waise hi kapde pahanti hun ki sab dekh ke man mein zaroor kahe, “Kya maal hai ek baar mil jaye.” Bohut maza aata hai ladko ko rijhana. Hotel se khana leke ghar aa gayi aur kha ke so gayi.

Agle din school gayi to woh aaya bache ko leke. Main aage badh gayi uski taraf. Woh mujhe dekh kar smile diya to maine bhi smile de di. Bache ko uthane ko jhuki tabhi woh dhire se bola, “Kaisi hai randi?”

Maine kaha, “Thik hun.” Fir main chali aayi. Jab chuti hui to jaate waqt bola, “Ahire dhire chal main aata hun abhi.” Main kuch door gayi thi ki aaya aur mujhe ek packet diye. Maine le li kyon ki main yahi sab chahti thi ki woh mujhe gift de.

Woh bola, “Kal subah 7 baje chaurahe pe aa jana.” Maine kaha “Itne sabere?” Woh bola, “Tu bas aa jana. Aur jo diya hai use pahan ke aana.” Fir chala gaya. Main ghar jaake dekha to usme kuch chocolate thi aur bra panty thi. Panty jisme aadhi gaand hi dhakti hai.

Agle din main subah uski di panty bra pehni aur tight suit salwar pahni. Aur thik subah 7 baje chaurahe pe pahooch gayi. Woh pahle se hi waha tha to main uski taraf chal di. Paas gayi to bola, “Bohut sexy lag rahi hai tu.” Maine “Thanks” kaha aur bike pe baith gayi.

Aadhe raste mein jake bike roka. Fir usi dukan mein gaya aur chips wagaira liya aur bagal ke medical store se condom liya. Fir aake bike start kiya. Woh medical store wala ladka mujhe hi dekh raha tha.

Maine kaha, “Kya yahi dukan hai kahi aur se kyon nahi lete condom? Woh kya sochta hoga mujhe dekh ke.” To woh bola, “Kya sochta hoga? Woh mere baare mein janta hai. Main jab randi lata hun to hamesha condom leta hun.”

Maine kaha, “Bina condom ke hi pela karo. Condom mein maza nahi aata.” To woh bola, “to iska kya karoon? Ruk wapas kar deta hun.” Aur woh chala gaya wapas karne. Jab diya to pata nahi dukandar se kya baat hui. Fir woh aa gaya aur dono nikal liye.

Maine pucha, “Woh kya bol raha tha.” To bataya dukandar puch raha tha ki kyon wapas kar rahe hai. Woh bola, “Maine bol diya ki isko bina condom ke hi pasand hai.” Maine kaha, “Dhat yaar ye kahene ki kya jaroorat thi? Woh kya soch raha hoga mere baare mein.”

Woh bola, “Kya sochega? Woh jaan raha hai ki tu randi hai aur paise pe chalti hai.” Maine kaha, Main paisa thodi naa leti hun.” Woh bola, “Usse kya? Mere saath jaa rahi hai naa to woh tujhe bazaru randi hi samajhta hai. Aur tujhe kya? Woh kon sa tujhe janta hai.”

Thodi der mein hum ghar pahooch gaye. Andar gaye aur woh bola, “Chal suru karte hai. Abhi 2 ghante hai. Main gana lagata hun mobile mein aur tu mujhe naach ke josh chadha.” Maine kaha, “Yaar mujhe naachna nahi aata.”

To woh mujhe bola, “Dekh ye video jaise isme hai waise hi karna hai.” Maine dekha ek ladki nangi hoke naach rahi thi. Aur ladke ko gaand hila hila ke choochi mal mal ke usko rijha rahi thi. Main samajh gayi.

Fir usne gaana lagaya aur main dhire dhire nachne lagi jaise mujhe aa raha tha. Fir main nachte nachte uske kapde utar di fir dhire dhire salwar suit bhi apni utar di. Uska lund khada ho gaya tha. Panty bra mein mujhe dekh kar usse raha nahi gaya. Woh paas aake meri choochi masalne laga.

Fir mere dono nipple ko chutki mein pakad ke khichne laga. Fir woh meri choochi ko muh mein le liya aur khinch khinch ke choosne laga. Main bhi choochi utha utha ke use choochi chuswa rahi thi. Choochi chooswane se josh bohut chadhata hai yaaro.

Dono choochi ko bohut choosa. Fir mujhe bola, “Saali raand chal mere lund ko choos.” Dono khade hi the to main baith gayi. Uske lund ko muh mein leke chatne lagi. Pura lund chat chat ke saaf ki fir uska pelhar chati.

Fir uska lund muh mein ghusa li aur choosne lagi. Woh mujhe rok ke kiss kia aur fir lund chooswane laga. Fir mujhe rok diya aur khud lund mere muh mein chodne laga. Pura lund muh mein ghusa de raha tha.

Mujhe to kabhi kabhi ulti ki tarah lagne lag raha tha. Kuch der aise hi pela muh mein fir main lund chusi. Fir woh bed pe so gaya aur mujhse bola ab lund choos. Main bhi late ke lund choosne lagi. Woh mere sar ko pakad ke sar niche daba daba ke lund chooswa raha tha.

Main to pure josh mein aa gayi thi. Fir woh bola, “Mera pelhar bhi chaat.” To main uska dono ball chatne lagi. Fir main ball ke niche chatne lagi aur chaatate chaatate uske dono taang utha di aur uski gaand ki ched mein jeebh laga di. Aur uski gaand chatne lagi.

Khoob thook laga laga ke uski gaand chati. Usko bohut maza aa raha tha. Aankh band karke taange utha rakhi thi. Maine apni ek ungli uski gaand ke ched par ragadne lagi. Fir dhire se uski gaand mein daal di. Woh kuch bola nahi to main bhi ungli uski gaand mein pelne lagi.

Thodi der mein hi usne apni aankhe khol di aur meri taraf muskura ke dekha. Woh bola lund choos naa to main ungli nikal rahi thi. Woh bola ungli rahne de aur lund choos. To main lund muh mein daal li aur lund choosne lagi. Aur niche se ungli uski gaand mein andar bahar karne lagi.

Usko bhi full josh aa gaya aur bola, “Bhag bhosdi ki chal, let ab mujhe teri maa chodni hai.”  Main turant let gayi aur woh josh mein tha hi aur main bhi josh mein thi. Hath se lund bur mein pel diya. Aur lagatar karib 10-minute ek speed mein lund pelte raha.

Main sochi, “Ise kya ho gaya.” Fir woh slow ho gaya. Main boli, “Jara lund ek baar aur chuswa do.” To woh lund bur se nikal ke mere muh mein de diya. Main bhi maze se uska lund choosne lagi.

Fir woh lund bur mein pelne laga. Pelte pelte woh lund nikal ke meri gaand mein daal diya aur gaand marne laga. Fir bola, “Kutiya saari mehnat main hi karoonga? Chal upar aa.”

To main uth gayi aur woh let gaya. Aur lund pakad ke gaand ki ched uspar rakh kar lund gaand mein ghusa li. Aur gaand utha utha ke upar niche gaand patakne lagi. Lund gaand mein sann sann jaa raha tha.

Dosto gaand marwane mein to suru suru mein dard hota hai. Par jab gaand paani chodti hi to bur chodwane se jada maza gaand marwane mein aata hai. Mera haal bura ho gaya. Bohut jaada josh chadh gaya tha.

Aur gaand marwate marwate meri bur haar man gayi aur maal thook di. Main sustha ho gayi. Tabhi woh bola, “Jhad gayi?” Maine haan kaha to bola, “Chal let ab aayega asli pelai ka maza. Jab main tujhe tadpa ke peloonga.”

Sach dosto lund daal ke woh full speed mein pelne laga. Jab jhadne wala tha to bola, “Teri bur ke upar gira deta hun.” Fir jor jor se chodne ke baad jab nikalne wala tha to turant lund nikal ke bur par paani gira diya. Aur bagal mein so gaya.

Dono susth hoke bed par late rahe. Uske baad main bur dhone ke liye uthi to bola, “Ek kaam kar bur mat dho. Aise hi rahne de.” Maine kaha, “Mujhe school jana hai kaise aise rahoongi.” To bola, “Jo bol raha hun woh kar. Isi pe panty pahan le.”

To mujhe uske lund ke maal ke upar hi woh panty pahan li. Gila gila mehsoos ho raha tha. Upar se meri bur se paani nikla tha usse bur bhi gili ho gayi thi. Bohut ajeeb lag raha tha. Salwar suit pahni aur dono chale aaye. Woh mujhe school ke paas utar diya.

Main chal rahi thi to niche pura gila gila lag raha tha. Bohut ajeeb lag raha tha. Panty bhijne se ek side fisal jaa rahi thi aur baar baar bur mein fas jaa rahi thi. Din bhar aise hi laga raha. Main mauka dekh kar aksar panty sahi kar leti.

School chuti hui tab tak panty sookh gayi hi. Main uske bache ko leke bahar nikali. Woh bahar hi khada tha bola, “Dhoi nahi naa?” Maine “nahi” karke sar hila diya. Fir woh chala gaya. Main ghar aa gayi.

Ghar pahuchate hi main turant kapde nikali panty dekhi to pura white white panty ho gayi thi. Maal jada gira tha uska jisse meri salwar mein bhi uska maal lag gaya tha. Main nahayi aur kapde dho kar so gayi.

Dosto woh bohut shaukin tha. Usko nayi nayi chize karna karwana bohut pasand tha. Ek bar woh mujhe dusre sahar le gaya tha aur kisi aur se pelwaya tha. Bohut mazedar tha woh bhi.

Agar woh story bhi jaanana hai to mujhse email karna dosto. Meri mail id hai [email protected]. Bye dosto.

Prits laughed hard. She placed her hand over her mouth and laughed. She laughed so hard that her shoulders shook, and she had to catch her breath. It is so incredibly humorous to see karma doing its perfect work of setting things right with her ex-boyfriend.

Her ex-boyfriend is James Kinney. James is humbled every day by karma working its perfect justice in his life. James was a lying, cheating jerk. Now, he is easily the most embarrassed person on the planet.

It was Prits and her Girl Power that kicked James into the karma. It sent him spiralling into a world of unbelievable humiliation. Prits had dumped James so hard on his butt that his butt would be sore for a month.

The day that Prits dumped James, he almost instantly began to experience a craving to suck big cocks constantly. What James did not know was that the craving was karma’s way of pulling him in.

With each cock that James sucked, his craving to suck cocks grew stronger and stronger. Until karma had him possessing a full-scale addiction to sucking cocks. His strong desire for it was constant and insatiable.

So, James Kinney spent several hours every day in the act of passionately performing blowjobs. He sucked, he slurped, he slobbered, he savoured, and he swallowed. He gobbled, he guzzled, he gulped. Prits laughed at the whole situation and would say that James was “served as deserved.”

James blushed constantly because he was so very embarrassed. He was embarrassed because he knew that his slutty cock-sucking lifestyle was becoming more and more known.

The guys that he sucked off daily were a group of black guys. James started out sucking off just a couple of the guys. Now, James sucks off 24 black men every night. And often, there are a handful of girls that watch with amusement.

When James confronted Prits about casting a spell on him, Prits just laughed. She was able to inform James that she had initiated the process. But karma took it from there.

Prits had to laugh because it is so funny that James lives in constant embarrassment. And it is very amusing to think of James getting hardcore deep-throated repeatedly.

To be clear, James Kinney has an addiction to sucking big black cocks. But he does not perform just regular blowjobs. James gives hardcore tonsil-slamming, mind-sizzling, deep-throat blowjobs! It is the most intensive face-fucking blowjob in the world.

James performs a style of blowjob that keeps his eyes watering hard and spinning dizzy. Prits and her new boyfriend have had the opportunity to bring James into the bedroom as a sissy slave. James blushes as he watches Prits get fucked by a real man.

James is then required to lick her boyfriend’s cum out of her pussy. At other times, Prits and her boyfriend bring in a group of guys. They watch James get throat-fucked over and over and over. It is so entertaining to see James get fully humiliated non-stop.

James blushes and whimpers and slurps. It is so intensely embarrassing for him. When James is not being forcefully cock-fed and cum-filled, he is daydreaming of cocks. Sometimes, he is made to beg and plead for cocks in his slutty mouth.

Prits has even made him beg and pant like a dog and bark for his cocks. Prits was rolling on the floor with laughter at hearing James bark and beg to be fed a boner.

Prits once had a guy shove a vibrating dildo up James’ ass while he was sucking a cock. The dildo was shoved so deep that James had to waddle into the ER. He had to get medical assistance to have the dildo removed.

The hospital staff laughed at James as they spread his ass cheeks and slowly pulled the dildo out. About 25 hospital workers had assembled to witness the removal of that dildo. As the dildo slid out of James’ ass, he murmured, “Yikes-a-rama! That was so deep!”

Sometimes, Prits will have James dress up as a French Maid and cook and clean for her. It is so hilarious. When they dated, James used to say he wanted Prits to wear the French Maid uniform. Now, he wears it for her. How hilarious for Prits. How humiliating for James.

Prits arranged for 46 strong, body-building men to come to her house. She had James stripped down to only wearing a tiny pink thong panty. The men lined up, and James dropped to his knees and began sucking and slurping on cock.

James passionately gobbled cock after cock. His throat was getting hammered so hard and deep. His mind was sizzled with unbelievable humiliation. The throat-pounding cock-feeding went on for hours and hours. Oh, the embarrassment!

James lay on the floor, disoriented and cum-drunk. He looked up and noticed Prits standing over him. She was smirking with amusement as she watched James get what he deserved.

Prits smiles with satisfaction. She thinks of how her Girl Power profoundly defeated James and put him in a place of continual humiliation. She loved seeing karma work its magic on James.

He spends all day blushing and all evening swallowing huge mouthfuls of cum. Prits sends hundreds of guys to James’ house to fuck his throat like a slutty little sissy. Karma takes a lying and cheating boyfriend and turns him into a blushing cock-gobbling cumslut.

There is justice in the world. James cannot stop it. He endures the most intense embarrassment every day as he slurps cock after cock. He knows that Prits is laughing at him and giving her friends high-fives in a victorious celebration.

James swallows mouthfuls of cum and takes the next large cock deep into his throat. He thinks to himself, “Life cannot possibly get any more embarrassing than this!” But then it does.

And James is not only a cock-gobbling cumslut, but he is also a blushing panty-boy. He wears the cutest and most adorable girly panties.

Prits is a shining example of feminine power and heroism to girls everywhere.

In the morning, Mohsin came to pick me up, and we reached to college. When we reached, Anirban saw us and gave me a naughty smile. After 3rd lecture, I called Anirban to the department and requested him not to tell about yesterday’s incident to anyone.

Anirban smiled, pulled my cheeks and said, “I won’t tell that to anyone, Ma’am.” I was relieved now. Anirban turned to walk back.

But he turned towards me and said, “I want to know more about you and Mohsin sir. But, Ma’am, college is not the right place to talk about that. We can complete this meeting at your house in the evening.” I nodded my head in okay.

He then came close to me and whispered, “Ma’am, you were looking very sexy in yesterday’s dress. But I couldn’t see enough of you. So I would love to see you in the same way in the evening.” He gave me a lusty look and left.

In the evening, I dressed in the same dress and was waiting for Anirban. Soon, the bell rang. I opened the door, and Anirban entered. Unlike other days, he hugged me tight. I asked him to sit and told him that I was going to prepare tea.

Anirban held my hand and stopped me. “Ma’am, I am excited to know about your affair with Mohsin sir. Tell about that first.” He made me sit on the sofa. After he repeatedly insisted, I told him about when we were in relation and how we came close. But I didn’t give him details.

After that, Anirban asked, “Ma’am, please tell me what happened after I left yesterday evening.” I said, “We went to the bedroom, and you are old enough to know what followed.” The bulge in his pants was visible to me. I said, “Okay, I should prepare tea now.”

I went to the kitchen and placed a pan with water over the gas. As I was opening the tea jar, I found my dress lifted and a light slap on my booty. Soon, my thong went down. I knew today it was Anirban. I said, “Ani, behave yourself. What are you doing.” Anirban, “Ma’am, the close-up view is better than yesterday.”

I turned toward him. He placed his lips over mine and was sucking my lips. I was unable to say a word. His left hand was holding my back tight, and his right hand was pressing my buttock cheeks. I tried to free myself but couldn’t do it.

I realised that even a medium-built young guy can be too strong for an average-strength lady like me. He can easily overpower me. After playing for a while with me, he broke the lip lock. Though I was enjoying all this and wanted him to carry on, I tried to be a dignified teacher.

I said, “Ani, please stop.” He looked into my eyes, “Please, Ma’am, it’s not new for you. You told me that you have been doing this with Mohsin sir for quite a few years. I think you can do it with me also.” I said, “No. It’s wrong.”

Anirban, “Ma’am, I don’t think your husband has consent over your relationship with Mohsin sir.” I first gave him an angry look and said, “Consent? He doesn’t know anything about this.”

Anirban, “I always knew it. If taken by our cultural norm, it’s always wrong to have an extra-marital affair. But a woman desires to have sex outside her marriage. Logically, it’s not wrong at all, and no married woman wants her husband to know this.”

I was amazed by all his tricks and kept quiet as if I was on the back foot. As soon as he saw me getting defensive, he unzipped his trousers. He took his dick out and guided my hands to hold it. He said, “Ma’am, I bet you won’t regret it.”

I swallowed my saliva. The movement in my throat was enough to tell him that I was nervous. My body relaxed. He knew his Asha Ma’am had withdrawn the opposing. He knew his trick worked. He loosened the grip. I tried to show him that I was uncomfortable.

He felt my hair with his fingers and said, “You know, I thought you would not revive our classes after our biking and trekking trip.” I gave him a confused look. Anirban, “Don’t give that look, Ma’am. I saw you watching all of us banging Suparna.”

My face became red. Anirban, “Don’t feel so panicked. As Suparna told you, we never share secrets outside our group.” I was shocked, and my mind was like, ‘How can Suparna share all our conversations with them?’ In that status, not a single word was coming out.

Anirban again kissed my lips gently and said, “Ma’am, you know, I always had a crush on you.” I was like, ‘Oh, the one unknown crush told by Suparna was me!’ I felt like a teenage girl who just found out that the most eligible boy in the class had a crush on her.

Anirban (while kissing me) said, “When you accepted that sexy dress and dressed for us, I knew you were open towards sex.” I said, “Please don’t do it. My marital relation can ruin.”

He again kissed me gently and said, “For the past few years, you have been in a regular sexual relationship with Mohsin sir. Your husband doesn’t know anything about it. That means you are too good to maintain secrets. I said, “You are my student.”

Anirban, “Does it really matter? I am a 22-year-old man, not a kid or teen. I know I can fuck a woman as good as Mohsin sir.” I kept silent for a while. Anirban, “I want to ask you something, Ma’am, can I?” I looked at him with a question mark on my face.

Anirban, “Before yesterday, I never knew that you were in an intimate relationship with Mohsin sir. But there is a strong wave in college that you are the Director’s mistress. As you were my crush from day one, I didn’t give any importance to that and took it as a false rumour before yesterday.”

“Despite being told by some accurate informers. But now I feel that those were not rumours but truth. Am I right, Ma’am?” This was totally unexpected, and I was speechless in shock. Looking at my pale face, Anirban knew that every word from his mouth was true.

Anirban, “I got my reply. You are a really talented woman. If you can handle your 2 sexual relations outside marriage with so much comfort, then 3rd is also easy.” I knew it was the perfect time to fulfil my one more fantasy. I said, “Please don’t tell this ever to my husband.”

Anirban smiled, “Never. But I think you can do something better.” He pushed my shoulder down to make me sit on the kitchen floor on my knees. I knew what he wanted. I sat on my knees, took his dick in his mouth and started sucking.

After a few minutes, Anirban said, “Now I know why the Director chose you. You are an awesome cock sucker.” Anirban held my head tight and started fucking my mouth. As I started choking, I pushed him back and started coughing. Seeing me coughing, he pulled back and gave me a glass of water.

Anirban, “Oh, sorry, Ma’am, it was unintentional.” I said, “No, no, I am fine.” Anirban lifted me in his arms, “Ma’am, can you guide me to your bedroom?” I pointed my finger towards the bedroom. He took me to my bedroom and removed my dress and thong.

I was feeling shy, naked in the bed in front of my student. Anirban, “Wow! You have a very sexy figure, Ma’am, more than I have thought. Within seconds, Anirban also got rid of his every bit of cloth. He jumped over me and started licking my body and sucking my butt cheeks and boobs.

Then he placed his lips over my pussy lips, kissed them for a while and then licked it for the next few minutes. My body was getting out of control. I was curling and twisting on the bed. Anirban, “Ma’am, you are absolutely sexy in bed. Your movement is driving me crazy.”

I smiled, “Suparna is also very pretty.” Anirban, “Yes, she is, but like a common Bengali girl, she is a bit heavier in the lower half. But you are just perfectly curvy, with a nice firm booty and not-so-meaty waistline. Your figure is as sexy as Sunny Leone.”

Hearing this, I was blushing like hell. Ani, “I think you are loving this compliment. I am not saying it just like that. It’s from my heart, but your boobs are not as firm as Sunny.” I said, “These are not silicon.” Ani laughed, grabbed both of my boobs.

He said, “I love these natural juicy melons more than those big fake silicon boobs.” His words were making me blush red, and I was feeling shy. Anirban, “Oh god, I love this shy, blushing, typical Indian woman inside you, Ma’am. I can’t control it now.”

He pulled a pillow and placed it under my buttock. He pushed his fully erect dick inside my pussy slowly. He bent slowly over me, combed my hair backwards, and kissed my lips.

He said, “You are so beautiful, Ma’am. I was in love with you from the moment I saw you, and see what? Today, after waiting for 3 long years, every barrier of age and professional gap has vanished. I am making love with you, Ma’am.” His licking and kissing had already made my nipples erect and hard.

Hearing those words, I felt proud of my beauty so much. I couldn’t hide my inner happiness from reflecting on my face. This was enough for Anirban to know that he now owns his Asha Ma’am and it’s time to go. Anirban started giving gentle thrusts inside my pussy.

After 5-7 minutes of slow fucking, he increased his speed a bit and then more. Finally, it was like a quick shaft. His meat was rubbing my pussy walls real fast. With a huge forceful thrust, he released his love juices inside my pussy. Anirban slept over my body.

After 1 minute, I said, “Please leave now. My husband can return any time now.” He lifted his head, looked in my eyes and said, “It was wonderful, Ma’am, it was a dream come true.” Then he kissed me on the lips, withdrew his dick from my cum filled pussy.

He came down from bed and dressed himself. I also wore my clothes. We moved towards the entry door. Anirban, “Okay, Ma’am, bye, see you soon.” I said, “Please don’t tell about this to anyone.” Anirban, “Okay, I promise you I won’t tell anyone about whatever happened between us today.”

I was surprised, as I wasn’t expecting this from Ani. I said, “Thanks.” Ani, “Except Indranil, Tapan and Pranav.” I said, “Please don’t do that. What if they share this with others.”

Ani, “Ma’am, don’t worry. We keep no secrets from each other and don’t tell anyone outside our group. So it is not possible that I will not share this with them.”

Ani opened the door, then turned towards me and said, “You know, Ma’am, Suparna is Indranil’s girlfriend. You have already seen that we all enjoy her together, and you know what I mean.” Suparna had already told me all that but wasn’t expecting Ani to speak out with so much ease.

His words made me speech less and by the time I wanted to say something to him, he left. After thinking for a few minutes, I called him on his phone and told him to please not tell to his friends. At least till the exams were on. I didn’t want them to distract and effect there studies negatively.

Hearing this, Ani replied, “Sure, Ma’am, I love you and always wanted to fuck you. But you are also the most amazing and caring teacher.” I said, “Okay, bye.” Ani, “Ma’am…” I said, “What?” Ani, “But I will not be able to focus on my studies without meeting you for the next month.”

I said, “Hmmm, I can understand. I don’t want my most brilliant student to go down. So you can come to me whenever you feel you are unable to focus on your studies.” Ani, “Thanks Ma’am, love you, bye.” I said, “Bye, Ani.”

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Part 4 narrates the incidents of the first night home when I heard Bhabhi calling for me in panic in the middle of the night.

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I put my shorts on and rushed to my bhabhi’s room. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with her legs closed tight, rocking back and forth.

Me: What happened, bhabhi?

Bhabhi: I need to use the toilet badly Sonu. I’ve been holding it in for a long time as I didn’t want to wake you up. But I can’t hold it in any longer.

Bhabhi got up and I followed her to the toilet, noticing her heavy hanging braless tits jiggle under her loose shirt as she walked. She got in front of the toilet bowl and turned around looking at me with shame. But she didn’t say anything.

Then I got close in front of bhabhi and knelt down, coming at eye level with her hips. I clutched the waistband of her pajama and nudged them down over her big round buttocks, letting them fall to the ground before removing them. Her white cotton panties looked very old and worn out. The hospital staff must have put them on Bhabhi yesterday morning.

My face was now inches away from bhabhi’s panty-covered privates, so close that I could smell her sweet musky aroma. I had often fantasized about taking a woman’s panties off someday. But not in a million years did I think I would one day get the chance to take off my homely virtuous bhabhi’s panties, who was not only six years older than me but also someone I always looked up to with respect.

I wondered if I was possibly the first man to take off my sister-in-law’s bra. But was I also about to become the first man to take her panties off? Would there be others after me? Then bhabhi looked down at me and said, “Sonu, I can’t hold it anymore.”

I grasped the elastic of bhabhi’s panties and pulled them down over her round milky white buttocks until they were bunched up around her ankles. Then I looked up and staring at me was bhabhi’s faithful devoted pink pussy, covered with jet-black long curly pubes, thick and dense, like a jungle.

My mouth was agape in disbelief at seeing bhabhi’s magnificent private pussy completely exposed and inches away from my face. Before bhabhi’s accident, if someone told me this moment would come one day, I would have slapped them for such an outrageously indecent thought. But here I was, seeing our private family pussy in all its glory while others who knew her could only imagine what was hidden under her proper attire and jerk off.

I was about to raise my brother’s wife’s feet to remove her panties off her ankles. But she had to pee so badly, she couldn’t wait any longer. She immediately sat her plump butt down on the toilet seat, spread her legs wide, stretching her worn-out panties still on her ankles as wide as they could stretch.

Her pussy lips separated, and a jet stream of urine rushed out from her hairy pussy, making a hissing sound as it hit the toilet water! Bhabhi also made a loud “Aahh” sound in relief. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed.

It happened so quickly. I didn’t get a chance to look away. My face was still inches away from my SIL’s now exposed pussy, violently gushing out urine and my mouth agape in shock and awe. Her pubic hairs were glistening with droplets of urine, resembling the dew that forms on early morning grass.

As bhabhi continued to pee, I heard her say, “Oh no, not now!” Then I looked up to see that bhabhi’s blue shirt had started to form wet marks around her nipples which were poking through her shirt just above her navel. She had started leaking milk again and to make the matter worse, she didn’t have a bra on.

Bhabhi panicked and to keep her shirt from getting further wetter, she raised her shirt slightly, exposing her cherry-colored wet elongated nipples pointing down.

Milk escaped her nipples, drip by drip, some landing on her thick white thighs and some down her navel, disappearing into her hairy pussy, joining the steady stream of urine.

Then I looked up to see tears rolling down bhabhi’s face and sweat beads forming on her forehead.

My poor Bhabhi. I cursed myself because even her tears did nothing to make my erection go away. Then I raised my hands to wipe away her tears and sweat as she continued to pee. Suddenly, my phone started ringing, startling us both. It was bhaiya!

Bhaiya: Sonu, how is Sheetal doing now?

How could I tell him that his wife was sitting on the toilet seat with her legs spread wide? That his younger brother was the one who pulled down her panties and with a raging erection was now watching his wife pee gushing from her hairy pussy, milk dripping from her heavy braless tits and tears leaking from her sad tired eyes.

Me: Bhabhi is doing better now, bhaiya.

Bhaiya was silent for a few seconds. He must have heard bhabhi’s pee hitting the toilet water, but he didn’t say anything. Then Bhaiya asked to speak to bhabhi. Bhabhi was still peeing, so I looked at her and she just nodded. I came close to bhabhi, knelt down between her wide-open legs so that the phone was close to her face, and put the phone on speaker. In doing so, my feet were just below and touching her panties, stretched around her ankles.

As bhabhi leaned forward to talk, her heavy braless jugs hung down freely under her shirt, above her panties that were still stretched wide around her ankles. Milk was now dripping down rapidly from her elongated nipples directly down to her outstretched panties.

Even her tears and sweat were rolling down her cheeks and dripping on her panties which were now completely drenched. After a few seconds, bhabhi had finished peeing. But was still talking to bhaiya. She asked him to hold, motioned for me to put the phone on mute, and said she wanted to talk to him privately in her room.

As she stood up, a few drops of pee trickled down her milky white thick thighs, landing on her milk and tear-soaked panties. Then I reached down to pull her panties up, but just as I got them up past her knees, she felt its wetness on her thighs.

Bhabhi: Sonu, these are completely soaked. I can’t wear them. I’m going to my room to finish talking to your bhaiya. Can you keep the phone in my room and give me two minutes before you come in, please?

Then I pulled her wet panties back down to her ankles and off her feet. I remembered that I had forgotten to clean her pussy after she finished peeing. As I turned to get toilet paper, bhabhi had already started walking to her room, unmindful of how sloppy and damp her pussy and pubes had become with pee and milk.

Then I followed my sister-in-law. Below her blue shirt that reached her waist, she was completely nude. My eyes refused to shift focus from her now fully exposed big milky white ass cheeks, jiggling with every step, daring me to grab and mistreat them. I wanted to kiss her buns, knead them, worship them, and bury my face deep in her enormous soft pillows. Unfortunately for me, they were not meant for me to enjoy, they belonged to my brother to play with.

Bhabhi: Keep the phone on the dresser, Sonu. Please unmute it and close the door. Just give me a few minutes.

I closed the door and waited outside her room. But I was so aroused that my penis was ready to explode. I remembered bhabhi’s wet panties were still in the toilet, so I rushed in there, picked up her soaking wet panties, sniffing and taking in the intoxicating aroma of her pussy mixed with the milk, tears, and sweat that had soaked them.

Then I sat on the toilet seat before putting the crotch area of the panty into my mouth. I vigorously stroked my penis as her panty hung from my mouth. Just as I was about to cum, I took her panty out of my mouth and wrapped it tight around my penis, and came violently in them. I sat there for a bit with her panties hanging from my penis which was wet from the mixture of juices on Bhabhi’s panty.

Suddenly, I heard her calling for me in panic. I pulled my shorts up and rushed to her room. She was standing by the bed facing me with her thick bush and plump ass exposed, looking a bit annoyed.

Bhabhi: Where were you, Sonu!? I have been calling for you for five minutes.

Me: Sorry, bhabhi. Are you ok?

She looked down at her shirt, the lower part of which was completely drenched with her leaking milk.

Bhabhi: Sonu, please hurry and bring my breast pump. Can you also get fresh panties from my drawer on the bottom left?

I opened the drawer but there was nothing in there. Then I remembered that when the original plan was for bhabhi to stay at her parents’ house, her mother had come and packed most of bhabhi’s clothes and taken them to her house. I told her about that and that only increased her frustration.

Bhabhi: Sonu, then just bring me my panties you took off in the toilet.

I started panicking. Not only had I put the crotch of bhabhi’s panties in my mouth, but I had also just cum in them! How could I put those back on her? What would happen when she realizes what I did?

Me: But bhabhi, those panties are soaking wet.

Bhabhi: Sonu, I am not going to just stay here without any panties on. Please, just hurry up and bring my panties and breast pump.

I stood there frozen with fear. She couldn’t understand why I had gone silent, but she was getting annoyed and couldn’t wait any longer. She started walking to the toilet and asked me to follow her, which I reluctantly did. Then she stood next to her crumpled cum-soaked panties next to the toilet bowl and said, “Sonu, please.”

With no other choice, I accepted my fate and picked up her panties. Globs of my semen were puddled in the center of her panty which she clearly had not noticed. She raised her feet so I could put them on her. As I slid them up her legs, over her ass and pussy, I meekly looked up at her face, expecting her to feel my sticky cum on her pussy and lash out at me. But there was no reaction. Either she couldn’t feel my cum or she didn’t want to embarrass me.

Bhabhi just walked back to her room waiting for me to bring her breast pump. I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked god for saving me from utter humiliation and disgrace. My poor disabled bhabhi didn’t deserve this after all the hardships she endured. But my penis stood erect at the thought of her sitting on her bed, with my cum in her panties, her pussy slathered and coated with my semen.

Then I giddily went to fetch her pump. But as I walked back to her room, I accidentally stumbled and dropped it, dislodging the handle from the pump.

Shit! How I was going to face bhabhi now. Her heavy milk engorged boobs were causing her unbearable discomfort and she desperately needed her milk pumped out.

Me: Sorry bhabhi, I accidentally stumbled and dropped the pump.

I showed bhabhi the broken pump and waited for her to yell at me. But she just closed her eyes in despair and pain.

Me: Bhabhi, I’ll go find one from a medical store.

Bhabhi: Sonu, it’s the middle of the night. Nothing is open right now and I won’t survive like this till morning (tears started rolling down bhabhi’s cheeks).

Then I walked to the side of the bed where she was sitting, knelt down close to her, and wiped the tears from her face. I held her face with my hands, turning it towards me, and asked her to look at me.

Me: Bhabhi, do you trust me? Since you came into our lives, you have always treated me like I am your own child. You are not just my bhabhi, but also a mother to me. I promise never to do anything to betray your trust in me.

Bhabhi nodded her head. With this simple nod, she had placed her complete trust in me. She must have realized that not only had I already seen her nude, but had also seen her urinating and I had not done anything indecent (except masturbating in her dirty panties which she didn’t know about, and all things considered was quite harmless).

Either that or in despair, bhabhi accepted her fate and gave up on shame and decorum, realizing that until her hands healed, she would have no choice but to be dependent on others who would get to see and touch her in various states of indecency.

Then I asked bhabhi to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs touching the ground. She moved into a sitting position by moving her legs and butt.

Me: Bhabhi, I’ll be right back.

I returned with a bottle and rolled bhabhi’s shirt all the way up to her armpits to expose her huge heavy tits. Then I asked her to lean forward and as she did, her massive jugs hung straight down with milk leaking drop by drop.

I placed a towel on the floor to absorb the breast milk and knelt down between her legs, clutched her left glistening elongated nipple between my thumb and index finger, and attempted to pull and squeeze down on her nipple to expel her milk down into the bottle that I was holding with my other hand. I had never milked a cow before. But here I was milking our very own family cow.

However, it was in vain. Milk sprayed everywhere including on my face, instead of just into the bottle. Her eyes were closed. I couldn’t be sure if it was to avoid eye contact with me or because she was in pain. Then I put the bottle down and now with both hands freed, I grabbed her left heavy hanger with one hand and brought it up to my face. I latched on to her large, rugged nipple with my lips and felt my sister-in-law shudder and exclaim a loud “Aah” in surprise!

I looked up and seeing her eyes still closed, I started sucking. Sweet warm milk gushed into my mouth in bursts as I gulped it all down. To keep the flow steady, I started kneading and massaging bhabhi’s big breasts with both hands.

After about 20 minutes, her left breast was completely drained. As I picked up her right breast and brought the nipple into my mouth, my eyes were drawn to what was directly in front of me, between her spread legs.

Bhabhi’s dirty white panties, which by now had dried up, had started to get wet again. My poor bhabhi, her heart and pussy had always been loyal to bhaiya, but her partially disabled body was not able to resist the pleasure of a mouth pulling and sucking on her nipple even if that mouth belonged to her younger brother-in-law.

My penis was already standing erect. But as I saw bhabhi’s panties getting wetter, as if possessed, my hold on her breast tightened and my gentle kneading turned rough, my fingers digging into her breast flesh and mouth opened wide to take in more than just her nipple.

Hoping she would attribute this to my inexperience, I aggressively forced as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, completely taking her wide bumpy areolas into my mouth, sucking on them with passion and vigor. I remember feeling so sorry for bhabhi. She could not even use her hands to pleasure herself later and bhaiya was not here to help her.

I wanted to reach between her thighs, tear her dirty panties off and help relieve the pent-up frustration in her wet hungry pussy. But I couldn’t.

I was so lost in conflicting emotions, I didn’t realize that my brother’s wife’s breast milk flow had stopped and continued sucking. But now also playing with her nipple in my mouth, flicking her nipple with my tongue, gently biting on them like a dog with a chew toy. I only came back to my senses as I heard bhabhi repeatedly calling my name. Then I looked up at her face with her breast still in my mouth.

Bhabhi: Sonu, please, you can stop now. No more milk is there.

Bhabhi’s saliva-coated abused nipple slipped out as I opened my mouth. I was waiting for her to scold me, but she didn’t say a word. She herself must have felt guilty for involuntarily getting wet and thought it was best not to speak about it.

Then I got up and rolled her shirt back down to cover her braless boobs. There was silence for a few seconds. Bhabhi’s face was still troubled as if she wanted to say something but was hesitating.

Me: Are you ok now, bhabhi?

Bhabhi: Sonu, I need to use the toilet again.

Me: Sure bhabhi, I’ll help you.

Bhabhi: No, not that Sonu. I have to go number 2.

Me: Oh I see! Doesn’t matter, bhabhi. Let’s go.

Then she got up and walked to the toilet as I followed behind her.

She stood in front of the toilet bowl. I knelt down and pulled her panties down to her ankles. I was staring at her wet hairy pussy.

Bhabhi sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs wide. I turned around to leave to give her privacy until I heard her make animal-like grunting sounds while applying pressure. Even her grunts were irresistible to me!

I turned around and, in that instant, I saw what looked like a long banana-sized log emerged from under bhabhi’s butt and plunk into the toilet water. Thinking she was done, I approached her only to see her grunt again and release another banana-sized log.

“I am done, Sonu”, said Bhabhi with a sweaty tired face.

Then I asked her to scoot forward on the toilet seat just a bit so I could reach behind her and clean her with toilet paper and hand-held bidet spray. I was proud that I was able to take care of my sweet bhabhi in this difficult time, no matter what the ask was.

Then she got up from the toilet seat and I knelt down to pull her panties up. Her panties had become so overused and worn out that as I was pulling them up, I heard a ripping sound. Her panty had a large torn slit in the middle. She heard it too.

Not knowing what to do, I pulled them up all the way up. But it was pointless and even she knew the torn panties did nothing to cover her modesty. Her pubic hair and labia were poking through the torn slit. Then I pulled bhabhi’s panties back down and off her feet.

Me: Bhabhi, why don’t I shower you first, and then I’ll try to find fresh panties to put on you?

Bhabhi: Ok, Sonu.

Then I turned on the shower and took off my SIL’s shirt. For the first time, she stood completely nude in front of me. Her huge boobs, hairy pussy, and round ass were completely exposed. She stepped under the shower and let the warm water fall down her body for a bit. I then turned off the shower and stepped in with her, standing in front of her. I took off my shirt, not wanting to get it wet. She didn’t say anything as she understood.

Then I shampooed bhabhi’s long wavy hair, my bare chest touching her milk bags occasionally. I pumped body soap into my palms and took a moment to decide where to start. There were so many options. I was like a kid at a festival who couldn’t wait to try out all the rides but had to start somewhere.

I washed bhabhi’s face first and rinsed it off. Then I lathered her neck, hands, and back. I lifted her arms to lather her armpits which by now had considerable wavy curls on them as she had not shaved since the accident.

Then I pumped more soap into my palms and lathered her heavy-hanging melons. Her body shuddered as I held and scrubbed them. I knelt down and lathered her feet working my way up her calves to her thick thunder thighs.

Now staring me in the face was her hairy pussy. I had never touched bhabhi there before and was not sure if I should clean her pussy as well. I was afraid she would react negatively and yell at me. Then I thought about asking her first but decided we were past that point and cupped her pussy in my hand, moving my hand up and down her pussy to lather it up.

She almost fell down as she felt the first human touch on her starved pussy in a long time. I had to stand up and hold her with one hand while the other hand aggressively scrubbed and cleaned her hairy pussy. As much as I wanted to, it was only bhaiya and bhabhi’s trust in me that kept me from inserting my fingers inside bhabhi’s sopping wet hairy pussy.

Lastly, I knelt down behind bhabhi. Now inches away from my face were two big perfectly round white ass cheeks, soft like pillows that any man would want to bury their face in. My erect penis was telling me to lean forward and kiss her soft jiggly cheeks. But my brain knew better.

Then I grabbed each ass cheek one at a time and lathered and scrubbed them. Then I asked her to spread her legs and lean forward a bit so I could clean her ass crack.

As I scrubbed up and down her ass crack, my fingers brushed past her asshole and bhabhi lost her footing and stumbled back on me! We both fell down backward, me landing flat on my back and she landing in a squatting position on my bare chest. The feeling of her soft plump ass cheeks and hairy pussy on my smooth bare chest and the view of her enormous round jiggly buttocks and hanging titties from behind felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I did not want this moment to end.

Bhabhi looked down and must have noticed my erection forming a tent in my shorts. In a panic, she tried to get up using just her legs. But it was too slippery and only resulted in her sliding her juicy butt and hairy pussy back and forth on my bare chest, almost sliding up to my face.

I waited anxiously for her behemoth ass to slide up and completely engulf my face. Unfortunately for me that didn’t happen, as she gave up and stopped.

Bhabhi: Help me get up, Sonu!

Reluctantly, I got us both backup, rinsed the soap off her body, and dried her with a towel. Bhabhi told me to once again go and carefully look for her underwear in her drawers and bring new pajamas as well. I found a nursing bra, which I brought to her along with her pajamas, but I couldn’t find any panties.

Then I grabbed and lifted her boobs and tucked them in the nursing bra cup and put her button-down pajama top on. Standing there half nude, with her thick bush and buttocks exposed, Bhabhi said, “Sonu, what about my panties?”

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Hi Readers, Kartik again. I hope you like my previous story. It is about how I managed to fuck my married ex-girlfriend, Princy and made her my slut. Let me continue the story!

The next morning, we woke up naked in bed. I wanted to have sex, but she refused. Princy was too tired of the adventure we had last night. So we got up and dressed in normal daily clothes.

Me: You are quiet. Are you angry with me for yesterday? You looked very satisfied yesterday.

Princy: Not sure, Kartik, Im so confused. I have mixed feelings about yesterday.

Me: It is alright to feel that way! But for sure, that beggar enjoyed you a lot.

Princy: Wait! Did that beggar fuck me while I was blindfolded yesterday? Tell me the truth.

Me: No! he just got to see us fuck, and in between, he touched your body. Later, you gave him a blowjob yourself. Nothing more. (I lied to her)

Princy: Okay, I believe you! (saying this, she kissed me)

Me: Why are you disappointed that he did not fuck you?

Princy: What! No. (With a shy face)

Me: But a blowjob to a beggar was a turn-on. Lucky beggar.

Princy: Shut up! I was too horny. I had no sense at that moment (while blushing).

Me: You’re a total slut! You have to obey whatever I say.

Agreeing to this, Princy started kissing me. I played with her boobs a little. She then released herself and walked towards the sofa, booking for a taxi. Then she left my place.

It was regular weekdays we were on our usual routine. We were supposed to meet on Saturday. But due to some urgent reason, I had to go to Mumbai for a few days. Princy was a little upset as I was leaving without meeting her.

Saturday morning, I got a video call while driving to Mumbai. It was Princy. She was in the bathroom, totally naked.

Princy: Hey, sexy! Come near me. (while pressing her boobs)

Me: Are you trying to make me jealous?

Princy: Shut up! Come take care of me.

Me: I will take care of you once I’m back. Till then, you can visit the garden to get fucked by the beggar you gave a blowjob last week. (Jokingly)

Princy: What! Oh, okay yeah, I will go and get fucked (angry face). You don’t have to worry about me anymore. That beggar will take care of me from now on.

She ended the call. I tried calling her, but she did not answer. After reaching Mumbai, I sent her a message to forgive me. I asked her if she could come to Goa with me next weekend. After 30 minutes, I got a call from her. She was still angry, but she agreed to come to Goa.

I had some naughty plans for our trip. So, in Mumbai, I visited the electronics market to purchase a small micro camera. Their recording connects to my cell phone.

On Thursday afternoon, while I was driving back to Pune. I called Princy to remind her about the Goa plan! I asked her to take some sexy revealing dresses and come to my place around 7 pm tomorrow. I reached my Pune flat around 8 pm.

As I opened the main door, I saw Princy in my flat to surprise me. She was wearing her office dress (light pink shirt tucked in black knee-length skirt body fit). She was looking dam hot. I kept my luggage aside. Without a thought, I lifted her holding her ass and started kissing.

I was too horny seeing her after so many days. I then placed her on the sofa and pulled her skirt away from her body. To my surprise, she was not wearing underwear. I then removed my jeans and underwear. Without wasting time, I inserted my hard dick inside her pussy and started to fuck.

I slowly moved my hand near her boobs and pressed them over her shirt. She was moaning out loud. I then changed her to a doggy position and started fucking. After a good time, I realised my cum inside her pussy. We both collapse on the sofa, kissing each other.

She then suggested I take a shower as I travelled. After showering, I came out of the bathroom wet and naked. Princy was in my room talking to her husband on the phone while adjusting her skirt. I quickly held her from behind. I spread her legs, taking her skirt up above her ass and inserted my dick in her pussy.

I then slowly pushed her to bed with my wet, naked body. I was fucking her in the doggy position while she was talking to her husband. After some fucking I released my cum inside her.

She then ended her call by saying, “I love you,” to her husband. She cleaned herself and kissed me goodbye. She went home by cab.

It was Friday. Princy arrived at my place at 7 pm with her luggage. She was wearing a white body-fit shirt and tight, full-length black leggings. Looking at her thighs, I had a quick boner. We then had a quick fuck session.

While we were getting dressed, I said.

Me: Don’t wear bra and panties, just wear shirts and leggings.

Princy: Okay, baba! But my boobs will be visible. It’s a very thin shirt.

Me: It night nighttime anyway. No one will see. It will be just me and you in the car.

Agreeing to this, she wears only a shirt and leggings. I held her from behind, looking at the mirror. I then started rubbing her pussy over her leggings. Her pussy area was getting wet over the leggings.

Princy: Let’s go now! Are we not getting late?

I then let her go off my arms. We started our road trip to Goa around 8:30 pm.

Princy: Kartik! You were saying you have some plans for me on this trip. Tell me.

Me: Yes! But you need to have patience, my dear. I have some plans, trust me.

Princy: Okay, fine! But I’m curious to know.

She smiled, and then we continued our journey. Around 11 pm, we stopped at the local dhaba to have food. Princy was a little uncomfortable looking at dhaba. It was all crowded with truck drivers. Around 30/40 trucks were parked in dhaba parking.

I suggest Princy not to come out if she is not comfortable. I will get the food in the car. Saying this, I went out and got food for both of us.

Princy: Please tell me your plan! I’m very curious.

Me: Okay! After dinner, pack one pair of your dress in your handbag.

Princy: Sure! But why?

Me: Goa is just 4 hours from here. Our hotel check-in is at noon tomorrow. We have a lot of time.

Princy: Okay, I’m confused! Then why did we start the journey at night?

Me: That’s the catch! We will take a rest here and I will be sleeping in the car. But you will not be staying in my car tonight.

Princy: What! Then where should I go this late at night if not in the car?

Me: That’s your dare! You go to any of these trucks and ask for help to allow you to sleep inside their truck for the night.

Princy: Are you kidding me? So this is what you were planning. Have you lost it?

Me: Tell me you did not enjoy our little adventure with a beggar! This will be even more adventurous. Just have to go with the flow.

Princy: I liked the idea, but is it safe? I’m a bit scared.

Me: Trust me! You will be safe. I will be watching you all the time. Take this.

I gave her the mini camera. I also gave her some rules/instructions on what to say and do. The rules were simple.

Rule 1: Wear one ear Airpod and hide it behind hairs. You need to obey whatever I tell you to do over call.

Rule 2: You have to go with the flow on whatever they (Driver and Cleaner) say or do to you.

Rule 3: If you get scared and want to stop, shout “Help” three times. I will come and stop everything. Any other words, I will assume you are okay with whatever you are doing.

Rule 4: Once you get inside the truck, whenever you get the opportunity, place this camera on top so that I can see you all the time.

Rule 5: Most important rule! Once they (the Driver and Cleaner) sleep, you quietly get out of the truck, taking back the camera, and then we can go.

Princy: Okay! I will try, but this is very scary. How can I sleep there wearing these clothes? Oh, Shit, I’m not even wearing bra and panties!

Me: Who said you would be sleeping there tonight? They will keep you awake all night don’t worry hahaha. Just go!

She understood what she was signing for tonight. We finished our dinner and parked our car in between trucks. We then started looking for a truck she could approach. There was one big truck which was parked in front of our car. We could see 2 men inside. I guess they were drinking alcohol.

Let me describe to you the 2 men inside the truck. The driver was a dark man, he was in his late 50’s. The cleaner was brown and short. He was around 30, maybe. Both were wearing dirty old sleeves (baniyan) and lungis.

I gave Princy her handbag, then asked her to get out and approach them to let her in. She was all set and ready to go. Taking a deep breath, she got out of the car and headed towards the truck. While she was walking, I could see her ass. It was tight and hot.

Once she reached the truck, while looking toward me, she knocked on the passenger seat door. After 2 knocks cleaner opens the door,

Cleaner: What are you doing here, madam? (With surprised face)

Princy: I need help. Can I sleep inside your truck tonight? I was travelling to Goa, and my bus left without me. I didn’t know what to do, all my luggage was on the bus.

Cleaner: Sure, madam! There is very little space to sleep. Will you be comfortable among us both?

Princy: Yes! I have to adjust. I am very grateful to you! Now, can I come in?

To which the cleaner asked for her hand and pulled her up inside the truck. He got a good view of her boobs from above. Driver was a little shy, and he just looked at her with surprise.

Cleaner: Madam, you can go behind and sit. There is a small bed behind where we usually sleep.

Princy: Sure! Can I get some space to go behind?

As she was struggling to reach back, the cleaner held her ass. He pushed her so that she could reach to bed. He then winked at the driver, to which the driver smiled at him, too. As they were distracted, Princy got the opportunity to attach a camera inside the truck. I could now see the entire scene on my phone.

Cleaner: Madam! You can sleep here tonight with us, and tomorrow, we will drop you to Goa.

Princy: Thank you so much for your help!

After some time talking to each other, the cleaner offered Princy a glass of drink. She refused at first as it was very cheap whisky. But due to my instruction on call, she agreed to drink. After one drink, he made one more peg, and she drank it in one go.

Cleaner was looking at her boobs with lust while she was drinking. The driver was in his world. I then asked Princy to request water, to, which she did. The cleaner then passed her a plastic jug. I then instructed her, while she drank water, to pour half of it over her shirt.

She obeyed while drinking. She suddenly poured most of the water over her shirt. She made it look like an accident. It was a view to watch. Her entire boob was clearly visible over her shirt. Due to water, her white shirt became transparent.

The cleaner and driver were looking at her lustfully. Princy, while looking at her condition, got shocked and realised her boobs were clearly visible.

Princy: Oh shit! Can anyone pass me a dry cloth?

Driver: Take this, beta.

The driver offered a towel rolled over his head to Princy. She quickly took it and placed it over her boobs. She started apologising to them for the mess she had created. She was all confused about what to do. Suddenly, the cleaner was unable to control himself.

He moved from his seat towards the back. He pushed Princy over the bed on which she was sitting. He then leaned himself on Princy and started kissing her forcefully. They were in missionary position with clothes on.

Due to a push, AirPod fell off her ear and fell somewhere inside the truck. Now I was not able to instruct Princy anymore. She was on her own now. I could now only see and hear what was happening in the truck.

Princy: Please stop this. What are you doing? This is not right. Leave me!

Driver: Lalla (Cleaner name), what are you doing? Leave her alone.

Cleaner: Sab ji, she is slut! I understood her behaviour and dress! Let’s enjoy her tonight.

Princy: Please stop! Leave me alone.

Cleaner: (slapped her) Shut up, you slut! We will take care of you tonight. I know you came here for the same reason. (Again slapped her twice)

Princy: (scared) No, please! Don’t hit me.

He then started to press her boobs over her wet shirt and took the towel off her hand, tied her both hands together. Later, looking at this driver started to close all the curtains on the side doors and switch to dim lights. I could see everything clearly on my phone.

He then removed his lungi in one go, and he was completely naked below. He had a 5-inch dick. He then moved his hands below her waist and tore the pussy area of her leggings, to which her pussy was completely visible. She was trying to push him, but he was firm.

He then pushed his dick inside her pussy and started to fuck her. He was fucking her in a missionary position. While pressing her boobs over her wet shirt and kissing her lips and neck in between. The driver was watching them both while drinking his whiskey.

He was acting so calm as nothing was happening. I thought Princy would shout for “help” so that I could stop everything. But she did not, to my surprise.

Princy: Driver sab! Please stop him.

Cleaner: Randi, shut up!

The driver was still quiet. He did not help her and let it continue. Cleaner after fucking her for just 5 minutes, he cum inside her pussy. He kept his dick inside for a minute, relaxing on her body. Then he took it out and sat on the other side of the bed.

Princy then quickly rushed to the other side of the bed. Scared and ashamed, she then starts crying. She then realised her pussy and boobs were still visible. So she untied herself and took that towel to roll it on her. She even wiped the cum which was dripping from her pussy.

For a moment, I thought I should go and stop everything. But even if she was crying, she did not say “Help” as instructed. So I decided to let it continue.

Cleaner: Driver sab! You should fuck her too. Why are you wasting your time drinking? Get up and do whatever you want to do with this slut.

Driver: 2 minutes! Let me finish my drink.

Princy: Please! Stop this. This is not appropriate. (She was all scared)

The driver then drank his entire glass in one go. He wiped his lip with his lungi and slid towards the bed. As he’s is little built body it was difficult for him to reach bed. The cleaner then shifted to passenger sit so that they could get good space.

Driver was sitting on his knees, and Princy was in the front sitting on her ass, holding her knees.

Driver: Come on, beta, don’t make me force you. Take my lungi off.

Princy: Driver sab, I did not think you too would. Please don’t do this.

Driver: Beta! I will never have such beauty again! So I am going to do whatever I wish to do with you. It is my only opportunity.

Princy: Please don’t hurt me! I am like your daughter.

Driver: You made it even hornier! Come, remove my lungi with your hand, my daughter.

She, by then understood she had no other option but to obey them. So she bent towards the driver and removed his lungi. He had a big/thick 7 inch hard dick facing Princy. I could see the shock on her face after looking at his dick. She was staring at it with lust. I then realised she was a slut.

What I saw next was a complete surprise. She then wiped her tears with a towel and placed it on the driver’s seat. Then she moved a little forward in the seating position, keeping her legs open. She then bent down, to which the driver raised himself a bit up, and she started sucking his big dick slowly.

Cleaner: See, I told you she is a slut!

Driver: You were right!

Princy: See, you can do whatever you want to do with me! But don’t hurt me physically. That is my only request.

Driver: Beta, don’t get distracted. Take this dick back in your mouth.

Saying this, he held her hair and put his entire dick inside her mouth. She was getting choked. Saliva was dripping off her mouth. After a few minutes, the cleaner moved and sat behind Princy.

It was a view to watch. She was sitting between both of them with her boobs/pussy visible over her shirt and torn leggings. It was a small space behind seats (single bed size area). The driver was in front, and the cleaner was sitting behind her. There was no more space for anyone.

While she was sucking the driver’s dick, the cleaner started to press her boobs from behind. He started to remove her wet shirt buttons. He was struggling to remove even a single button. He got frustrated and ripped her entire shirt off her body from behind. Her upper body was now naked.

Princy: What are you doing? I could have removed my shirt if you had asked. Why do you have to be so aggressive?

Driver: (slapped her) I told you don’t get distracted. Let him do whatever he wants to.

Cleaner: Driver sab! I want to fuck her again! Hey “Randi” come sit on my dick!

Driver: Wait! It is my turn now. I want to fuck her! Once I’m done, you can. Come on, daughter, it’s time to fuck you!

I could see Princy’s face. She was a little worried, but she was also taking part in what was going on with her. The driver then asked the cleaner to make a little space so that she could lean on her back over the bed. He then took his 7 inch dick and pushed it inside her pussy in one go.

He started to fuck her in a missionary position. I could hear a loud noise on my phone recording. He was brutally fucking her. Due to his body size, I could not see Princy below him. I could only see his back and her lower legs on both sides of his body. I could hear her loud moaning.

Princy: Slow down, Driver sab, it’s too painful!

He did not show any mercy. He continued fucking her at the same speed. On the other side, the cleaner was pressing her boobs, waiting for his turn. After continuously fucking her for 20 minutes, he realised his load in her pussy. He then got off her and moved behind to take a rest.

I could see Princy now. She was breathing heavily. She reached her hand to the towel and wiped the entire cum dripping through her pussy. After that, the cleaner switched her to a doggy position and started to fuck her from behind.

Cleaner: (while fucking her) Driver sab, how was it? Isn’t she great?

Driver: It is just beginning. I will have more rounds! I will fuck her brains out.

Then the cleaner slapped her ass and continued fucking her. He was increasing his speed every second. But his dick was small, so she was able to manage. She was still in the pleasure of fuck and was now completely surrendered herself to them.

After 10 minutes driver came close to Princy’s face with his dick and asked her to suck it. She obeyed and started to suck his non erected dick. The cleaner was still fucking her pulling her one leg up. Driver’s dick was again getting hard due to a blowjob.

Princy: Fuck me hard! I am going to cum.

Driver: Fucking whore! I see the real slut inside you came out finally. Lalla, fuck her hard.

Cleaner: Yes, sab! I will fuck her so hard she will not be able to walk tomorrow. Hahaha.

Princy: Shut up! Just fuck me deep.

After listening and watching this, I took my dick out and started masturbating in the car. The cleaner was still going on in full force. After 10 minutes of fucking he realised his cum inside. The driver then asked her to turn around, which she did. He then held her ass from behind and pushed his dick inside her pussy.

He then lifted one of her legs and placed it on top of the seat so that her legs were wide open. After he tore more of her leggings so her complete ass was visible, he started to stroke her hard. Loud noises were coming. She was at her highest pleasure.

Cleaner then pushed his post-cum dick in her mouth from the front and asked her to suck it clean. The driver was in no mood to stop. He was fucking her from behind and trying to press her boobs with one hand. After watching them fucking for 10 minutes, I cum.

I then cleaned myself with tissues available in my car and started to watch them again. The driver was still going at full speed. Princy was moaning out loud. The driver then fucked her for another 10 minutes before he cum inside her.

What I saw next was shocking. Princy then realised his dick from her pussy and turned around on her knees. She started kissing the driver’s lips for the first time. She kissed him, and then she fell on that small bed with a satisfied smile. The cleaner got sad as she did not get a kiss from her.

Driver: Let’s sleep now. We have to get up early tomorrow. You, my daughter, will sleep with me.

He then commanded the cleaner to sleep on the passenger seat. In a few minutes, Driver and Princy were sleeping on a single-size bed, touching each other due to lack of space. They were sleeping half-naked and sweaty. The only piece of cloth left on her body was her half-torn legging.

I was surprised and worried at the same time. Princy forgot our 5th rule. She was supposed to come out of the truck once the Driver and Cleaner fell asleep. But due to tiredness, she fell asleep along with them. I waited for 45 minutes, and then I, too, slept off in the car.

To be continued.