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This is the story about how I landed in a sugar family of MILFs.

I was a corporate slave looking for something interesting in life. Struggling to pay EMIs and save a little for the future, I could barely enjoy the present. I thought of getting a little easy by fucking a hooker. But it was too expensive and risky for me.

I created a Tinder profile and started exploring. I had difficulty getting matched with young girls. My friends suggested that I try older women. I tried this and started getting matches. But all of them were looking for marriage.

One night, I got matched to a 34-year-old lady named Madhuri, and we hit it off. She was a Maharashtrian. We started chatting and getting to know each other. She was adamant about us getting married.

I never thought I would fall in love with someone much older than me. But when I met Madhuri, everything changed. She was 34 years old, and I was only 27. But the age gap didn’t matter to us. She was wheatish in complexion, had a slim body and had long, silky hair.

We were happy and in love, although we never had sex or kissed. Madhuri told me it was important for me to meet her family before we got physical. She also promised me a kiss to meet her family. She warned me that hers was an all-ladies family. I would be its first gents member in a decade.

Madhuri introduced me to her family, and I was nervous about meeting them. I met her 60-year-old mother, Jayashree. But she welcomed me with open arms, happy to see her daughter happy. Jayashree was very kind and beautiful. She was the reason behind my girlfriend’s beauty.

Jayashree had little grey hair but was quite fit for her age. She was a widow for 12 years. She pulled me closer towards her and said, “Beta, come and give your Sasu maa a big hug!” As she hugged me, I could feel her big breasts rubbing against me.

She kissed me on my cheeks and let me go, saying, “Beta, hugging you reminded me of Madhuri’s father, Ramesh. Don’t mind if I accidentally call you Ramesh.”

Madhuri’s 66-year-old aunt, Geetanjali, was also there. She showered me with love and affection. I bent down to take her blessings. She put her feet on my lips and gave me a naughty smile. It was not expected from an elderly woman like her. Madhuri hushed things up to cool down the situation.

She said, “My aunt has been single and never married her whole life. That’s why she’s awkward amongst men.” Sensing an opportunity to get comfortable, I said, “Don’t worry, Geetanjali dadi, you can be comfortable around me.” While lightly hugging her and kissing her on the cheeks.

Unexpectedly, Geetanjali slapped me and said, “Lavdya, I am not your dadi. You can call me Geetanjali or simply Geeta.” Then she proceeded to hug me tightly and kissed me on the lips.

Looking at us kissing, there was complete silence in the house. Jayashree came to the rescue and separated us. She said, “Geeta didi, he is Madhuri’s boyfriend. You should have taken her permission first!” All the ladies, including Madhuri, started laughing.

As I got to know Madhuri’s family better, I realised where she got her warmth and kindness from. Her 43-year-old sister, Priya, was also a warm and welcoming person. She was always cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. She was a chubby and fair-toned lady.

She was a divorcee for a decade at least. She laughingly kissed me and said, “Madhuri, I am taking your boyfriend for some sex in the bedroom.” Everyone was laughing, and we sat down for some time. She also showed me her small apartment where all the ladies lived together.

Madhuri said, “Baby, after our marriage, you will be staying with us in this house. We will get cosy living together. My mom, aunt and sister are really excited to have a man in the house.”

Despite the age difference, we all got along like a big, happy family. We would often have dinner together, and I would spend weekends at their house. Madhuri and I were inseparable. Our love only grew stronger with each passing day.

One weekend, Madhuri’s family decided to go on a weekend trip to a nearby hill station. Excited for the trip, I packed my bags and joined them. Little did I know that this trip would be a turning point in my relationship with the family.

We reached the hill station and settled into our cottage. Madhuri’s family decided to explore the nearby area while we stayed back to relax. We cuddled on the couch, watching a movie, when things started to heat up between us. “I am ready to get physical,” said Madhuri.

Madhuri’s fingers traced patterns on my chest. I kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Our clothes soon found their way to the floor as we gave in to our desires. It was spontaneous and passionate, and we were lost in each other’s love.

However, our intimate moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. With our hearts racing, we quickly dressed in bedsheets. We opened the door to find Priya standing there, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of mischief in them.

“Looks like I interrupted something,” she said with a playful smirk.

We blushed and sheepishly laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed. But Priya just gave us a knowing smile and said, “It’s OK, you guys are adults and in love. I’m sure you guys have room for a third person on the bed.”

Priya grabbed us both and took us to the bedroom. The temperature just got hot when Priya removed her blue dress and started kissing me. Madhuri started sucking my dick. As it got hard, Priya shoved it in her pussy and started riding like a wild horse.

My dick kept alternating between my girlfriend and her sister in different positions. At the same time, my mouth kept kissing them or sucking their boobs. There was a lot of moaning involved. Finally, after an hour of awesome threesome with the MILFs, I came on the ladies.

We dressed up in a jiffy and came out of the room. To our surprise, Jayashree and Geetanjali were sitting on the couch, giving us judgemental looks. Priya said, “Mom, there were some rats we were trying to kill inside.”

“OK, Geetanjali and I will also kill some rats with my to-be son-in-law.”

Madhuri threw me on the couch to be fucked by the old ladies while she and Priya went outside for dinner. Soon, Geetanjali’s blue saree was on the floor. She untied her grey hair bun and started kissing me like I was her long-lost lover. She was quick to undress me and asked to fuck her hard.

As she lay on the couch, I entered the old lady. Before I knew it, she had cum. That was quick, but she enjoyed it and was tired. So she went inside the bedroom to catch some sleep, leaving me alone with Madhuri’s mom, Jayashree. Jayashree was sitting patiently all this while.

Jayashree kissed me and said, “I won’t finish so easily. Fuck me, son.”

“Yes, sasu-maa!”

Jayashree’s athletic body gave me an instant hard-on. I removed her clothes and fucked her in doggy style. She had wrinkles all over her body, but not as prominent as her sister Geetanjali. Jayashree then fucked me in other positions on the couch. We finally cum together in about half an hour.

As we lay on the couch, hugging and kissing, Madhuri and Priya returned. They saw us in an awkward position but were super chill about it. “Baby, I got you some food.” I ate the food and slept. The next day, we left the hill station and returned home.

Madhuri’s family not only accepted me, but they also embraced me as a part of their family. I knew that with Madhuri by my side, I could conquer anything, even the judgmental gazes of society. Our love was strong and pure, and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought.

All that mattered was the love we shared, including the private acts between me and her family members. Nothing could ever come between us. A date was fixed for our marriage, and we got married in court.

What happens next in the ‘suhagraat’ and the family life ahead will be shared in the next stories.

Sergio tried his luck with Violet that same night. Lana was visited by her friend Natasha in one of the wealthiest neighbourhoods of Greenfield City. Natasha had a short stature, melon-sized boobs, and a round ass. She was known for her wild and uninhibited nature.

Lana, in contrast, remained a virgin, her approach to intimacy more reserved. Despite their differences, Lana and Natasha had formed a friendship a year ago at Pine Hill University Hostel.

At Pine Hill University a year ago, Natasha and Lana shared a room despite pursuing different graduate degrees. Natasha had arrived earlier in the day, hoping for a hot roommate to join her. Lana, however, checked in late at night.

She was greeted by the chilly air that surrounded the university, nestled among the mountains. Inside the dimly lit room, Natasha lay beneath her blanket, naked and waiting. Lana knocked on the door. Natasha, reluctant to leave the warmth of her cocoon, called out, “It’s open!”

Lana entered the room, unaware of the enticing scene awaiting her inside. Lana entered the room with a warm smile, greeted by Natasha’s welcoming grin. Natasha’s eyes roamed over Lana’s body. She couldn’t help but admire her roommate’s curves and striking features.

Lana, taller than Natasha and exuding confidence, wore a knee-length black tight dress. It accentuated her figure despite the chilly weather. With her green eyes sparkling and a beautiful face framed by her hair, Lana radiated an irresistible allure.

Despite the cold, Lana’s attire only added to Natasha’s excitement. She couldn’t resist biting her lips in anticipation of the fun they could have on this rainy night. The atmosphere in the room crackled with the promise of something thrilling.

Natasha’s mind raced with fantasies of exploring Lana’s enticing curves in the warmth of their shared space. Lana silently slipped into the bathroom. Her movements stirred Natasha’s curiosity. With Lana out of sight, Natasha couldn’t help but imagine her naked.

Water cascaded over her curves, droplets tracing the contours of her boobs and ass. Lana emerged from the shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Natasha’s eyes feasted on the sight. Her desire ignited with each glimpse of Lana’s wet body.

Turning off the lights. Lana’s actions left Natasha in the dark, both literally and figuratively. Disappointed but not defeated, Natasha’s excitement simmered beneath the surface. Fueled by the anticipation of what could happen on this stormy night.

The rain intensified outside. The sound of thunder mingled with Lana’s soft sighs, creating an atmosphere charged with tension and desire. Suddenly, Lana’s fear of the storm surfaced. She tentatively asked Natasha if she could seek solace under her blanket.

Natasha’s heart raced with excitement at the unexpected invitation. Her body was tingling with anticipation. Lana’s vulnerability opened the door to a whole new realm of possibilities. Natasha eagerly accepted Lana’s offer, even though it meant sharing a single bed.

Lana nestled under the blanket. She tried to keep her distance. But when another lightning strike startled her, Lana instinctively turned toward Natasha, seeking comfort. Unaware that Natasha was naked, Lana’s hand found its way to Natasha’s big tits. Sending a surge of arousal through Natasha’s body.

The unexpected touch fueled Natasha’s desire, making her pussy even wetter than before. Before this moment, Lana had always been drawn to men despite being a virgin. She frequently indulged in masturbation, often fantasizing about the dick pics she received on her fake Snapchat account.

However, when she touched Natasha’s tits, an urge surged through her body, overwhelming her senses. Lana surrendered herself to the intoxicating desire she felt for Natasha. Seizing the opportunity, Natasha sucked on Lana’s lips, igniting a passionate kiss between them.

Lana felt her black thong becoming soaked with arousal with every bite Natasha made on her lips. They abandoned all inhibitions, lost in the heat of their newfound passion. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Lana was lost in their kiss.

She didn’t notice when Natasha slipped her hand inside her panty. Lana reciprocated by grabbing Natasha’s boobs eagerly. They continued kissing. Natasha skillfully rubbed Lana’s wet pussy through her panty. Lana squeezed Natasha’s large tits with growing excitement.

In their shared passion, they explored each other’s bodies with unrestrained desire, lost in the pleasure of the moment. Lana gasped with pleasure as she felt Natasha’s finger slide inside her wet pussy. In response, Lana squeezed Natasha’s hard, erect nipples, eliciting a low moan from Natasha’s lips.

Lost in the intensity of their shared pleasure, they continued to kiss passionately. Their moans were muffled by each other’s mouths. They delved deeper into the ecstasy of the moment.

As things heated up, Natasha decided to take things to the next level. She moved down, pulling Lana’s panty down in the process. Lana, experiencing this for the first time, eagerly opened her legs for Natasha.

With Lana’s invitation, Natasha positioned herself between Lana’s legs. She wasted no time in diving in, her tongue eagerly exploring Lana’s wet pussy. Lana was overcome with pleasure, her body writhing beneath Natasha’s skilled touch.

She grabbed her boobs, squeezing them tightly as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Moaning loudly, Lana surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensations. Her eyes closed in bliss as Natasha expertly worked her magic with her tongue.
Lana’s arousal reached its peak, and she couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a shiver running through her body, Lana experienced her first orgasm. Her pleasure washed over her in waves. Gasping for breath, she trembled with the intensity of the sensation, her body tingling with ecstasy.

Natasha felt a sense of accomplishment knowing she helped Lana reach her first orgasm. However, she was dripping wet and craving to release herself. Rising, she broke the silence, asking Lana how she liked it. Lana’s face showed pure satisfaction as she confessed her love for the experience.

Lana then opened up, admitting she was a virgin. She never expected her first time to be with another girl, especially not like this. They hugged tightly, their boobs pressing together, relishing in the warmth of each other’s bodies.

With big smiles, Lana and Natasha chatted for a while before drifting off to sleep. Still wrapped in each other’s arms. Their boobs pressed together, a silent testament to the closeness and satisfaction they shared.

After their encounter, Lana and Natasha became tight friends. But Lana’s shy demeanour held her back from exploring with guys. Meanwhile, Natasha earned herself a wild reputation as the university’s ‘cumslut,’ hooking up with juniors and even professors.

Natasha was busy getting laid left and right. Lana still held out for her dream man to give her the fuck she desired.

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Hello, dosto. Main apka Rohit call boy hu. Aaj ek new real Indian sex story leke aaya hu. Yeh story mere story reader ke Maa ko chodne ki hai. Jisse maine khub randi bana kar choda.

Mere baare mein aap jante hi ho. Main callboy hu. Jo girls, bhabhi ko lund ka aur husband ka sukh deta hu. Mere kai bhabhi aur aunty ke sath relationship hai. Jo mujhse regular chudna pasand karti hai.

Yeh story mein bhi maine apne reader ki Maa ko khub choda. Woh ek pyasi aurat thi, jo apne pati se khush nahi thi. Usse maine sanskari se chudakkad banaya.

Mere pichli sex kahani pad kar kisi ne mujhe mail kiya. Main aapko uske baar mein bata du. Uss ladke ka name Sumit tha. Uski age 24 hai. Woh Gujarat ka rehne wala hai.

Sumit ne mujhe google chat per message karke kaha.

Sumit: Rohit, mujhe mere Maa ko tumse chudwana hai. Woh bohut hi sexy aur kadak maal hai.

Sumit: Please, bhai. Maine tumhari story padhi hai. Tum bohut acha sex karte ho. Tum mere Mom ko chodna pasand karoge.

Main: Haa, bhai. Main chod lunga. Main sex ke charges leta hu.

Sumit: Woh main de dunga. Lekin, privacy ka pura dhyan rakhna. Kisi ko pata na chale.

Main: Privacy ki tum tension mat lo. Kisi ko kuch pata nahi chalega.

Sumit: Bhai, lekin. Ek problem hai. Mere Mom ko tumhe chudne ke liye patana padega.

Main: Are bhai. Yeh kaise karunga. Sorry, bhai.

Sumit: Please bhai. Chodo na tum. Mujhe mere Mom ko chudte hue dekhna hai. Please, yaar maan jao. Tum kaise bhi pata lo usse.

Main: Yaar. Main kaise karu, woh sab.

Sumit: Tum jaisa plan karo, woh main kar dunga. Bas, tum mere Mom ko chodo.

Main: Bhai, tere Maa tere papa ke sath sex karti hai kya?

Sumit: Nahi bhai. Unka toh hamesha kisi na kisi baat per, jhagda hota rehta hai. Maine unhe sex karte hue, kabhi nahi dekha hai.

Main: Tere Maa chudne ke liye pyasi hai kya?

Sumit: Dekh kar toh aisa hi lagta hai. Woh hamesha papa per gussa rehti hai. Papa business ke wajah se ghar se bahar rehte hai.

Main: Tere Mom ke pics dekha mujhe.

Fir usne mujhe apni Mom ke pics bheje. Dekhne mein kaafi gajab ka maal lag rahi thi. Maine uski Mom ke baar mein bohut kuch pucha. Usne apni Mom ki age 42 batai aur naam Archita bataya.

Gujarati saari aur blouse mein mast maal thi. Maine usse bohut kuch jaana, fir maine kaha.

Main: Ek idea hai, mere pass.

Sumit: Haa, bhai bol. Main sab krunga. Lekin, mujhe Mom ko chudte hue dekhna hai.

Main: Haa, thik hai. Main jo bolu waisa krega kya?

Sumit: Haa, Rohit. Bata kya karna hai?

Main: Main tere ghar 1week ke liye aata hu. Tera dost banke. Tu Mom ko bol dena ki, yeh mera friend hai.

Sumit: Ok.

Main: Jab tere papa ghar na ho, tab tu mujhe bula lena.

Sumit: Ok bhai. Abhi 2din baad, mere papa kuch din ke liye bahar jane wale hai.

Main: Haa, tu mujhe bata dena. Main tere ghar aa jaunga. Kya bahana banana hai, woh tu dekh lena. Tere Mom ko main aone tarike se pata lunga.

Sumit: Haa bhai. Thik hai.

Dosto, maine aur Sumit ne, uski Mom Archita ke bare mein kaafi baate ki. Mujhe usne bohut si baate batai. Archita ko dekh kar, mujhe laga usse sex ki jarurt hai.

Ab usne 2 din baad, mujhe bataya ki, uske dad ghar se chale gaye hai.

Sumit: Abhi main aur mere Mom ghar per akele hai. Tu aa jaa yaha. Kuch plan kar. Maine Mom ko bata diya hai ki tu mera dost hai. Mom ne bhi haa bol diya hai. Maine unhe kaha Rohit yaha 1week rahega, uske job ki wajah se.

Main: Ok bro.

Sumit: Jab papa gaye rahe, uss din bhi Mom Dad mein jhagda hua tha. Mom shayad khush nahi hai papa ke sath.

Fir Sumit ne mere ticket book karwa di. Main bhi Jaipur se uske ghar per chala gaya. Next day ki shaam tak main uske ghar pahuch gaya.

Sumit ne mujhe aankh maar di. Aur bola.

Sumit: Bhai, ab Mom tere hawale hai. Tu lag jaa ab kaam per.

Main: Main jab bhi tuje ishara karu, tu mujhe aur Mom ko akela chod dena ok.

Sumit: Haa, bhai. Iss 1week ke ander Maa chud jaani chahiye. Main bohut excited hu.

Main: Haa, bhai. Tere Maa ko apni randi bana dunga. Tu bas mera charge ready rakhna.

Abhi shaam ke 6 baj chuke the. Uski Mom Archita ne hamare liye nasta laga diya. Jab woh nasta leke aai. Tab main usse dekhta reh gaya. Red colour ki saari mein gajab ke lag rahi thi. Uska figure 32-32-34 tha.

Archita ki gand saari mein tight ubhar rahi thi. Uske boobs blouse mein se dekh rahe the. Saari ka pallu usne kamar mein laga rakha tha. Maine aunty ko dekha aur unse kaha.

Main: Hello, aunty.

Archita: Hello, beta. Tum kya karte ho? Maine tumhe pahle kabhi nahi dekha hai.

Main: Aunty, main jayda time yaha nahi rehta hu. Job ke silsile mein bahar rehta hu.

Hum sab aise hi hall mein baate kar rahe the. Main Sumit ki Maa ko baar-baar dekhe jaa raha tha. Usse dekh kar mere tight jeans mein lund khada ho raha tha. Maine soch liya tha, isse chod ke jarur rahunga.

Archita ne mathe per choti si bindi aur aankho mein kajal lagaya hua tha. Jisse uska gora face aur bhi khubsurat lag raha tha. Yaha mera lund usse dekh kar jhatke maar raha tha. Sumit ne mere jeans ki taraf dekh liya tha. Woh mujhe dekh kar, muskurane laga.

Main uski Mom ke dekh kar smile kar raha th. Archita bhi mujhe smile de rahi thi. Fir chai nasta hone ke baad, woh kitchen mein chali gayi. Main aur Sumit sath mein bethe hue the. Woh mujhe bola.

Sumit: Kya bhai, tera toh dekh kaise khada ho gaya hai.

Main: Main chahata hu, tere Mom mera lund dekhe. Iske liye mujhe kapde change karke, ek short wear pehna padega.

Sumit: Koi baat nahi, tu change kar le. Apna hi ghar samajh.

Fir hum room mein gaye. Maine kapde change kiye. Maine ek choti T-shirt aur mere jangho tak, chota sa sport short pahen liya. Jisse mera lund ka size ache se dekh sake.

Ab hum hall mein aaker beth gaye. Archita ne mujhe dekh liya tha. But, woh normal behave kar rahi thi. Hum hall bethe hue the. Sumit aur main idhar-udhar ke baate kar rahe the.

Usne TV per movie laga di. Jisme kuch romantic scene aa rahe the. Archita bhi hamare sath bethi hui thi. Woh mere samne bethi thi. Main apne dono pair faila kar betha hua tha. Jisse jab lund tight ho toh, usse dekh sake.

Fir 10 min baad, waise hi uske badan ko dekh kar. Mera 7inch ka lund apne roop mein aa gaya tha. Mere tight short mein kadak lund saaf dekh raha tha. Sumit ki najar toh lund per pad gayi thi. Par uski Maa ki bhi pad jaye, maza tabhi aayega.

Main aise tange faila kar betha hua tha. Mera lund short mein uchal raha tha. Itne mein hum kuch baat karne lage. Toh, Ek dum se Archita ne hamari taraf dekha, mere najar uski taraf hi thi. Archita ki najar mere lund per pad hi gayi.

Mere white short mein lund saaf aakar mein dekh raha tha. Archita usse dekh rahi thi. Fir usne apni najar waha se hata kar, TV ki taraf kar li. Woh TV dekhne lagi. Main usse hi dekhe jaa raha tha. Itne mein usne mujhe dekha, ki main usse hi dekh raha hu.

Archita kuch na bolkar mere lund ko dekh kar, TV dekhne lagi. Aise hi kuch der chala. Fir maine najre hata kar, TV ki taraf kar li. Toh Archita ne lund ki taraf dekha. Tabhi maine apne hath se lund masal diya. Us per TV dekhte hue, ungli chalane laga. Archita lund ko dekhe jaa rahi thi.

Maine ab Sumit ko ishara kiya. Aur kaha yaha se kuch der ke liye chala jaye. Woh bhi samajh gaya. Aur bahana bana ke waha se room mein chala gaya.

Archita mere lode ko chori se dekhne lagi thi. Short mein abhi woh foola hua tha. Main TV mein romantic scene ko dekh kar, lund per ungliya ghuma raha tha. Archita bina hile mere lund ko, fir mujhe dekhne lagi. Aise 10 min chalta raha.

Fir maine aunty se kaha: Aunty, bathroom kiss taraf hai.

Archita: Beta. Uss taraf hai.

Main bathroom jaane laga. Jab main utha toh, short mein lund aur sidha ho gaya. Jisse ek alag hi size mein saaf-saaf dekh raha tha. Archita ne dekh kiya tha. Maine usse halki smile ki, aur bathroom jane laga.

Archita mujhe dekhe hi jaa rahi thi. Bathroom hall ke pass mein hi tha. Main bathroom mein gaya. Mujhe lag raha tha, shayd aunty mujhe bathroom mein dekhne aayegi. Maine gate thoda khula rakha.

Maine apni short niche ki, mera 7inch ka kaala lamba lund nikala. Aur bahar ki taraf dekhne laga. Maine socha, shayad Archita iss taraf aa jaye. Main 5min tak bathroom mein aise hi khada raha. Lund ko halke hatho se sehlane laga.

Tabhi maine dekha Archita bathroom ki taraf aa rahi thi. Woh idhar-udhar dekh kar, kahi Sumit na aa jaye. Toh, chupke se bathroom ke paas aa gayi. Usne dekha gate thoda khula hua. Woh gate ke dusri taraf se mujhe dekhne lagi.

Usse laga hoga, mujhe bathroom se aane mein kaafi time ho gaya hai. Toh, shayad woh dekhne aai ho. Maine bhi Archita ko dekh kar, lund hilana shuru kar diya. Maine apni short niche kar di. Jisse Archita ko mera pura tight lund dekh sake.

Main najar niche karke, chupke se dekh raha tha. Archita mere lund ko dekhe jaa rahi thi. Maine 10 min tak, lund ko aise hi jor jor se hilaya. Ab mera virya nikalne wala tha. Toh, maine ek dhimi ahhh ke sath bathroom ki diwar per jhad gaya.

Archita woh pura scene dekha. Fir woh waha se chali gayi. Waha fresh hoke, bahar aake beth gaya. Archita kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi. Itne mein Sumit bhi aa gaya. Maine usse sab bata diya. Woh khush hone laga.

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Archita ne woh pura scene dekha. Fir woh waha se chali gayi. Waha fresh hoke, bahar aake beth gaya. Archita kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi. Itne Sumit bhi aa gaya. Maine usse sab bata diya. Woh khush hone laga.

Kahani ab aage.

Fir thodi der baad, Archita ne table per sabke liye khana laga diya. Mere bagal mein Sumit betha hua tha. Samne ki taraf uski Maa bethi thi. Main abhi shorts mein tha. Archita ke hoth aur boobs ko dekh kar, mera fir se khada ho gaya tha.

Humne khana khake khatam kiya. Aur wahi hall mein beth gaye. Sumit aur main baate kar rahe the. Mera lund khada tha, jo white shorts mein saaf dekh raha tha. Maine Sumit se kaha.

Main: Main kitchen mein jaata hu, pani pine. Tu yaha se chala jaa.

Woh bhi haste hue, room mein chala gaya. Abhi raat ke 9 baj rahe the. Sumit ussi time chala gaya. Main sofe se khada hua, toh lund ka jo shape hai. Woh sidha ho gaya. Jisse lund saaf aakar mein dikh raha tha.

Main kitchen mein jaane laga. Archita apna kaam kar rahi thi. Maine aunty se kaha.

Main: Aunty, pani milega.

Woh palat kar mujhe dekhne lagi. Smile karte hue, mujhe pani diya. Main wahi khada pani peene laga. Aunty mujhe hi dekh rahi thi. Usne mera lund shorts mein se dekh liya. Archita usse lagatar dekhe jaa rahi thi.

Maine kaha: Aunty, aap bohut khubsurat ho. Aapko dekh kar lagta nahi hai, aap Sumit ki mummy ho. Jab maine aapko dekha toh, aap iski badi bahen lag rahi thi.

Aunty mere baat sunkar muskurane lagi. Woh boli.

Archita: Thanks beta. Lekin, main ab buddi hu. Main kaha ab khubsurat hu.

Main: Nahi, singh. Aap sacchi mein achi lagti ho. Mere mummy aapke samne kuch nahi hai.

Archita mere lund dekhe jaa rahi thi. Uski aankho mein alag sa nasha tha. Maine jayda force nahi kiya. Maine kaha.

Main: Acha, aunty. Main jara bathroom jata hu.

Main waha se bathroom jaane laga. Woh bhi thodi der baad, mujhe dekhne aai thi. Archita mere lund dekh rahi thi. Fir 5 min baad, main bahar aake. Wahi sofe per mobile chalane laga.

Archita apne room mein chali gayi. Main bhi Sumit ke pass chala gaya. Maine usse sab baat bataya. Woh khush hone laga. Aur bola.

Sumit: Wah, bhai. Tu toh gajab ladka hai. Kitni safai se kaam karta hai.

Sumit ne mujhe apni pocket se paise nikale aur mujhe dete hue, bola.

Sumit: Bhai, yeh le 20 hazar. Baaki, kaam pura hone ke baad. Ab tu aur ache se dimag laga ke, jaldi Mom ko chod. Mujhe dekhna hai.

Maine kaha: Dekh, kal subah ek kaam karna hai. Main teri malish karunga. Lekin, woh malish tere Maa dekh le. Usse bhi malish karwane ka man hoga.Tu apni Maa ko bolna. Rohit, achi massage karta hai. Aap bhi karwa lo.

Sumit: Ok bhai. Tu jaisa bolega, waisa hi krunga.

Fir hum dono kuch aur plan banane lage. Aise baate karte hue, so gaye. Subah morning mein, Archita humare liye room mein chai leke aane wali thi.

Sumit ne mujhe bola: Mom chai leke aa rahi hai.

Main: Tu ek kaam kar, jaldi se bathroom mein chala jaa. Jab tak main na bolu, bahar mat aana.

Sumit bhi bathroom mein chala gaya. Main sone ka natak karne laga. Archita chai leke room mein aa rahi thi. Main bed per sirf shorts mein soya hua tha. Jisme se lund saaf dekh raha tha. Maine jaan ke lund aadha bahar nikal liya.

Archita jaise hi chai leke aai, toh uski najar mere lund per padi. Usne dekha room mein so raha hu. Bathroom mein uska beta hai. Main sone ka natak kar raha tha. Archita khade-khade bina bole, lund ko ghoor rahi thi.

Mera 7-inch ka lund white shorts mein uchal maar raha tha. Jisse woh ek tak dekhe jaa rahi thi. Fir main ek dum se hila aur uthane laga. Dekha, Archita samne khadi thi.

Maine kaha: Good morning, aunty. Ohh, aap chai laye ho. Aapne kyu takleef li. Mujje bol dete, main aa jata aapke pass. Sumit bhi na, itni khubsurat Mom ko pareshan karta hai. Mere hoti toh, apko bilkul kaam nahi karne deta.

Archita muskurate hue boli.

Archita: Good morning. Koi baat nahi. Mujhe kaam karna acha lagta hai.

Jab betha tha, toh bethte time mera shorts thoda aur niche ho gaya tha. Jis mein lund aur bahar aa gaya tha. Sumit ki Mom usse dekhne lagi. Lekin, maine andekha karte hue, utha.

Aur Archita se chai lene laga. Maine kaha.

Main: Aunty, aap bhi betho na. Sath mein chai peete hai.

Aunty: Are nahi. Tum piyo aur Sumit ko bula lo.

Main: Woh bathroom mein hai. Please, aunty sath mein pio na.

Woh mere lund ko dekhe jaa rahi thi. Main uske boobs ko dekhne laga. Jisse lund aur tight hone laga. Maine aunty ko force kiya, toh woh sath mein beth gayi. Aunty bhi haste hue, beth gayi.

Hum dono baate karte hue, chai peene lage. Woh mujse boli.

Archita: Tum aise hi sote ho kya? Tumhe sote time apna bilkul dhyan nahi rehta hai.

Main: Haa, mujhe aise hi aadat hai. Aapko acha nahi laga toh, main razai odd leta hu.

Archita: Koi baat nahi. Isse bhi apna ghar samjho.

Fir hum dono normal baate karte hue, chai peene lage. Archita ka dhyan lund ki taraf hi jaa raha tha. Main usse smile dete hue baate kar raha tha. Itne mein Sumit bathroom se bahar aa gaya. Aur uski Maa waha se jaane lagi.

Sumit bola: Kya hua bhai. Mom kese aai yaha?

Main: Chai dene aai. Aur isse dekh kar gayi hai.

Maine yeh keh kar lund ki taraf ishara kiya. Sumit shorts mein khada lund dekh kar, muskurane laga. Fir maine kaha.

Main: Sun, aaj tu bahar ghumne ka plan bana. Main tu aur tere Maa, bahar mall mein aur movie dekhne chalte hai.

Sumit: Thik hai. Main kehta hu Mom ko, woh manegi ya nahi.

Main: Mera name ke dena. Bol dena, Rohit ka mood hai ghumne ka.

Fir woh hall mein chala gaya. Main bhi naha kar 20 min mein, ready hoker hall mein aa gaya. Archita boli.

Archita: Rohit, tumhe bhi ghumna hai kya? Lekin, main kabhi bahar nahi gayi hu. Sumit aur uske papa kabhi nahi le jaate hai.

Main: Haa, aunty chalo na please. Aapka bhi mood thik ho jayega. Aaj bahar hi khana kha lenge.

Archita ke chehre per khushi jhalak rahi thi. Woh muskurate hue boli.

Archita: Acha, thik hai. Aap logo ke sath mera bhi ghumna ho jayega. Main bohut bore ho jaati hu yaha.

Main: Toh, aunty jaldi jao aap. Aur ready ho jao. Aaj pura din bahar ghumenge. Raat ko khana kha ke hi aayenge.

Sumit ne bhi mere baat mein haa kaha. Aur uski Maa haste hue, apne room mein ready hone chali gayi. Sumit mujhe aankh marne laga, maine bhi usse aankh maar kaha.

Main: Chal, jaldi se ready ho jaate hai. Aaj bohut masti karni hai.

Itne mein 10 baj jaate hai. Aur uski Mom ready hoke hall mein bethi thi. Archita ne mujhe awaaz di.

Archita: Rohit, kaha reh gaye ho. Sumit aao, chalte hai.

Hum bahar aaye aur dekha toh, aunty ko dekhta hi reh gaya. Usne pink saari aur deep cut blouse pahen rakha tha. Jisme uske boobs aadhe mast gore-gore dekh rahe the. Archita ne baal bandhe hue the, aur hotho per halki lipstick laga rakho thi.

Aunty ki gand saari mein saaf dekh rahi thi. Archita ka gora mast kamuk badan, saaf dekh raha tha. Fir hum nikalne wale the, tabhi mere dimag ek plan aaya. Iske liye mein kisi bahane se Sumit ko room mein le gaya.

Maine usse kaha: Dekh bhai, mere dimag mein ek aur plan aaya hai.

Sumit: Kya plan hai?

Main: Dekh yaar, tere Maa tere samne khul ke enjoy nahi karegi. Tu samajh raha hai na.

Sumit: Haa, woh to hai. Toh, main jaane se mana kar du kya?

Main: Nahi. Hum abhi yaha se garden mein jaane wale hai. Toh, tu waha jaker 10 min baad, kuch bahana bana kar. Waha se chala jaana. Jisse tere Maa aur mujhe time mil jayega.

Sumit: Tu saale, akela mat chod dena wahi. Mujhe dekhna hai, thik hai na.

Main: Abe yaar, bahar kya chudai thodi na hogi. Waha usse chudne ke liye ready karunga. Chudai toh ghar mein hi hogi.

Sumit: Ok, main sab samajh gaya hu.

Fir hum ghar se nikal gaye. Sumit ne taxi book ki thi, aaj ke liye. Toh woh aage beth gaya. Main aur Archita piche seat per beth gaye. Maine tight jeans pahen rakhi thi. Jisme mera khada lund dekh raha tha.

Dosto, maine uss din underwear nahi pehni thi. Main usse seduce karne mein laga tha. Toh, mera 7inch ka lund usse dekhai de raha tha.

Archita ki najar abhi bhi lund ki taraf thi. Lekin, woh jayda react nahi kar rahi thi. Maine usse kaha.

Main: Aap kitne dino baad, ghar se bahar jaa rahi ho.

Archita: Rohit, pucho mat tum. Lagbhag, 3 se 4 saal ho gaye honge. Bohut boring life ban gayi hai.

Main: Koi baat nahi, aap tension mat lo. Jab tak main yaha hu, tab tak aapko bore hone nahi dunga.

Woh yeh sunkar muskurane lagi. Aur boli.

Archita: Acha, aisa kya karoge?

Main: Hum aise hi roz ghumne jayenge.

Archita: Ager Sumit ke papa ko pata chala na, toh, woh maar denge mujhe.

Main: Uncle ko batayega kon? Sumit toh nahi batayega.

Maine ussi ke samne Sumit se kaha: Bhai, ager aunty ko main roz ghumane le jau, toh tu uncle ko toh nahi bol dega. Tere Mom ghar mein bore rehti hai. Jab tak main yaha hu, aunty ko bore nahi hone duga.

Sumit: Haa, haa. Koi baat nahi.

Sumit Archita ko bolta hai: Mammy, aap kuch free mind raho. Papa ko kuch pata nahi chalega. Jab tak papa bahar hai, tab tak khub masti karo.

Archita sharmane lagi aur haste hue boli.

Archita: Haa, haa beta. Thanks. Main fir toh bina dare ghum lungi.

Main: Haa, aunty. Aap ko enjoy dilane ki, jimmedari mere hai. Aapke liye kuch bhi kar lenge.

Archita: Thanks, Rohit. Tum aaye warna, yeh toh mujhe kahi nahi le jata. Na hi iske papa le jaate hai.

Maine notice kiya, woh abhi bhi baat karte hue, mere lund ko dekh rahi thi. Aur main uske gore boobs ko dekh raha tha. Fir maine uske boobs ko dekhte hue bola.

Main: Aunty, ek baat bolu?

Archita: Haa, Rohit bolo. (Usne mujhe boobs dekhte hue, dekh liya tha.)

Main: Aap bohut si beautiful ho. Iss umar mein bhi aapke samne 18 age ki ladki bhi fail hai. Aap had se jayda khubsurat hai.

Archita apni najre niche karke, sharmate hue boli.

Archita: Thanks, Rohit. Lekin, main ab kaha waise hu. Buddi ho gayi hu.

Main: Kaha aunty. Aap bohut jayda beautiful ho. Aapko dekh kar lagta hi, nahi aap ek bacche ki Mom ho.

Archita: Acha, Thanks.

Fir hum 20min baad, city garden mein pahuch gaye. Waha jayda log nahi the. Bhut khubsurat pedo ka aur nature ka najara tha. Hum teeno waha ghumne lage. Lekin, Archita bete ke samne shyad sharm kar rahi thi.

Maine Sumit ko jaane ka ishara kiya. Tabhi, Sumit ko maine call kiya aur phone pocket mein rakh diya. Sumit bhi 10 min mein, waha se chala gaya. Archita ko thoda ajeeb laga. Maine kaha.

Main: Koi baat nahi, hum dono aaj enjoy karenge. Usse apna kaam karne do aap.

Archita: Haa, waise bhi woh boring hai. Sumit kabhi thik se nahi rehta mere sath.

Main: Aunty, main hu na. Aaj hum khub enjoy krenge.

Archita: Thanks. Rohit, tum na hote toh, main aaj ghar mein padi hoti.

Dosto, yeh abhi kahani ki shuruat hai. Aage next part mein padiye, kese maine chudai shuru ki. Bhut maja aane wala hai. Jaiyega nahi kahi, mujhe mail karke feedback jarur dena.

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Ritika, a name which was unique enough to notice at first, but also had to be ignored at first as she was already very committed to a guy sitting right next to her.

Ritika was worth checking out because of her bulging figure, perfect height, and body with roughly 38-24-35 dimensions which would cause bulging in many pants, including the parts where we could catch them kissing or making out in empty classrooms several times. But, people generally stayed away as her guy was over-possessive, nor would she ever talk to anyone around her.

It was our first year of college and I was barely interested in anyone around me. Years went by and came the third year where I once saw her arguing with her partner after which she ended up in tears. I obviously didn’t interfere, but I sure was curious. Finally, for the first time, I had the chance to speak to her for the very first time.

One thing led to another and we ended up joining the same classes. We got really close, close enough to become best friends. I had seen Ritika through all her transitions, from being committed to someone to even hooking up with random people. She would tell me everything about her.

I had an image of her in my mind. Even though we were good friends, I would never date a woman like her. Not because she was toxic or anything, but because of how casual everything was to her. Little did I know that I was actually falling for her slowly. Not that I ever confessed anything to her. But luckily, she too got a little close to me once in a while which made her attracted to me as well.

We usually used to meet on weekends. But slowly, as time passed, we couldn’t resist and then continued to meet almost every day even if we both knew we were getting close. I was always scared because I was an average-looking introvert whereas she was a hot busty girl who’d easily get anyone’s attention. Not to mention even in her past, be it her college or workplace, she would always have a backup guy or a close friend whom she would use to get her work done or for any physical need as well, whether she’d accept it or not.

After a lot of hesitation in my mind, given her character and her beauty, I finally decided to give it a shot. We were low-key official. We got to know each other really well so far. We would often go cafe hopping and even visit each other’s place as we were already best friends.

Then came September when I had my first kiss with her. It almost felt like kissing your long-time crush for the first time. I was nervous, but on cloud 9 at the same time!

And the day wasn’t far when we even made out for the first time. As soon as I reached her place when she was home alone, I was shocked when she opened the door. My heart was throbbing like anything seeing her in her tiny shorts which were barely covering a few inches of her upper thighs, and the black tank top which was tightly hugging her body.

After we ordered some food and were done, we decided to turn on the TV. She was so hesitant at first, but the moment she took control, I had lost any chance of even breathing.

I had never seen this side of hers. Ritika won’t stop kissing me and the way she stripped me even before getting naked herself, I knew what I was getting myself into. After removing every piece of clothing from my body, she finally took off her top after I insisted. And I somehow managed to unhook her bra.

My eyes couldn’t stop staring at those magnificent tits which I only imagined for years. They were just perfect even from the outside when she was completely dressed. And looking at them openly just made me rock hard. We laid down on the bed and she immediately started stroking me. It was just 5 seconds after which I came.

I turned red due to the embarrassment. But she touched me anyway and felt it which made me even more nervous. It was technically my first time with anyone.

After a lot of kissing again, she asked me to get on top of her and asked me to dry hump as she didn’t yet unwrap herself down there as it was that time of the month.

After a few strokes of dry humping, I was about to cum again. But I somehow held it back. It was just like my dream when we used to be just friends, but I’d fantasize about her all the time. Regardless, her past life did bother me a bit. But after what happened that day and considering how experienced Ritika was in a lot of terms, I had fallen in love with her so deeply. I knew I was never getting over her.

Marriage was something I always hated regardless of the type. But ever since I got too close to her, it was something that would never scare me if it was going to be with her.

It had been more than a year since our marriage and a lot had changed between us, including the type of relationship we had with each other. But before I go there, let me take you to the time where it all started.

As soon as we graduated, we decided to job hunt and at least get into the same firm. After months of struggles, I finally got into a reputed one whereas my girlfriend Ritika was still trying to do the same. The days when I was working and she wasn’t were kind of fun apart from the fact that she was possessive about how I might end up making new friends or even girlfriends.

I’d wind up as soon as I could and rush to spend the rest of my day with her. Everything was going great and things just got better or at least it seemed like it did when she managed to get into the same firm as me except with a big twist. We had different locations on either end of the city.

Although it made us sad at first, we were happy to be finally getting settled. After a week of her joining came the exact thing I was always scared of – the guys around her. I knew the type of girl my girlfriend was, the one who liked attention and also the one who was kind enough regardless of her hotness and easy to get along with who would easily fool anyone to fall for her.

The first thing she told me was how the number of guys in her workplace was much higher than girls. And then there was her boss Raj, who I underestimated at first but was another beginning of something big in our lives.

Ritika and I were frank enough with each other to discuss almost anything, even if it was about whom we can include in our threesome if we ever have to. Although she made it obvious if we were getting a girl, then we were also getting a guy the next time, and so on.

It had been half a year since she joined her new workplace. A few days before her birthday, she told me something which shook me. My girlfriend said in a calm tone as if it was very normal for her, “I need to tell you something. More like a confession.”

I was surprised and nervous as usual because I was aware of her history too well.

“I have been flirting with someone.”

Not knowing how to react, I simply asked her what she was even expecting from me. And without a second thought, she told me, “We need to stop being together as a couple”, which I understood where it was going.

I simply said, “Okay”, but I also knew she could be playful about such things sometimes. But maybe she wasn’t this time. I only thought it was her speaking out of guilt. But it wasn’t until the next big confession she made that changed everything in my life that day.

I had almost stopped talking just to let her know that I was mad at her. Less did I know that she was actually moving on already while I was still in love with someone who had already abandoned me.

It was a month later when we were having a normal chat. I can still remember the date and time of that rainy day when she told me something I would never imagine even in my wildest dreams.

“Babe, I don’t feel so good”. Although we went through everything, she would still call me ‘babe’ casually. She used to do that even before we started dating, just for fun.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I don’t know, everything’s messed up.”

“You know you can always tell me anything.”

“It’s just the people at work and how they’ve been treating me lately.”

“What would you have possibly done to offend them?”

“They think I’m too close with our boss and losing touch with them and going against them all.”

“I mean yeah, if you’re flirting with your boss and not giving a chance to any other guy at work, they’re obviously not going to like it”, I said to myself.

“Why would they possibly do that? Is there something you want to tell me?”

“I’m not sure how you’d react, so I guess it’s better if you don’t know.”

Now, I was really curious and nervous as usual. Not knowing what to do, I kept on insisting to know. After a lot of yes and no, she finally spilled the beans.

“I’m physically involved with my boss”, she said.

My hands went numb and I didn’t know what to say or do anymore. My whole life with her flashed right in front of my eyes. The heavy rain and thunders made it even more deafening to hear my own thoughts. My ex-girlfriend was continuously asking me if I was alright.

Even though we weren’t together, I was never over her and she knew it too. But she played it well enough to not make it look like she cheated on me. All she had to say was sorry, after which I wasn’t able to meet eyes with her.

Months went by. One fine day, we talked again during which I confessed to her that I was never over her. But she wasn’t even the same girl anymore. It was like she was enjoying being the whore she had become.

After venting myself out to her, all she had to say was that she was still in a physical-only relationship with her boss. It disgusted me but honestly, I was so blindly and madly in love with her that I couldn’t see the difference between good and bad anymore. And I said something that I would definitely never say to someone who just cheated on me.

I made her a promise. The one which I know would make me look like a loser. But also letting her know how much I was into her.

“I know you’re not the same person anymore, and I also know you won’t feel the same way about me. But I want you to know that I still love you. And I’ll always be loyal to you. No matter what.” To which her only reply was, “That’s nice.”

That day I realized that I’d made myself a cuck but not sure how big of a cuck I had become. Only time could tell that.

A year went by without talking much to each other when suddenly she sent me a friendly greeting. I was as excited as usual. We went on talking for an hour or so when she asked me if I was seeing someone. To which my obvious answer was a ‘No’. But unfortunately, it wasn’t the same for her. It turned out she was already seeing or maybe just sleeping with a new guy now. My day just got worse. I had almost given up on any hopes I had with her.

Days went by when I came across a random cuckold group where I got along with a cuck who changed the way I thought. He told me about himself, his wife, and how women deserve to enjoy their lives to their fullest and fulfill any desires they have.

Although it did sound wrong, but hey, I couldn’t completely satisfy her, so I guess it’s fair after all. I may not have been perfect for her. But at least I can try to give her the perfect life she deserves even if it means involving someone else. But it wasn’t going to be easy which I knew.

Ritika was a stubborn one. No matter how much I would try to convince her, she was never going to date me again which she was very clear about. I did make her a promise when we first started going out which was none other than the marriage pact.

We promised each other that we’d get married in case we didn’t find anyone better. In my mind, I knew she was the one I was gonna marry one day. Because I could never even imagine myself with anyone who was not her. But she seemed very keen on not being with me ever again.

I knew it was going to be difficult. But I never wanted it to be impossible, even if it meant letting my future wife have all the fun she wanted before we tied the knot.

Months went by and I didn’t bother her. Because it was her prime time and a goddess like her deserves to enjoy it because I wasn’t good enough to give her that.

I just hoped she didn’t get married and whoever went inside her was gentle enough. I always prayed that one fine day she would come back. After giving her space for 3 years and 5 different guys whose names I’ll never know and whose faces I might never see, the day finally came.

Not knowing anyone well enough and the fact that her parents knew me already made it a bit easier to get us married.

As a small favor from my fellow readers, I would really appreciate some feedback that would motivate me to write further about the main part which would unfold a lot more.

Back in Lana’s room, the girls were gearing up to head back to university after a month-long break. They just had a week left in Greenfield City. Natasha had swung by early to catch up with Lana. She lounged on the bed in her white lingerie, flaunting her curves.

Lana was in her cute night dress—a pink and white ensemble. She listened as Natasha spilt the beans about her sexual exploits from the break. Natasha’s stories started to irk Lana. Despite her efforts to stay cool, Lana couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy and frustration.

Natasha was out there living her best slutty life. Lana was stuck, thanks to her shy demeanour and her family’s strict rules. Natasha kept on with her explicit tales. Lana’s irritation bubbled into anger, fueled by her pent-up desires for sexual freedom.

Lana’s anger began to subside under Natasha’s soothing touch. Natasha leaned in, her lips inches away from Lana’s. “What’s wrong, babe?” she murmured, her warm breath brushing against Lana’s skin. Lana’s expression softened, but she remained silent, her emotions still roiling inside her.

Determined to lift Lana’s spirits, Natasha made a promise. “This time, I’ll find someone at university for you to fuck,” she declared, her voice filled with determination. Lana’s eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected offer.

Before she could respond, Natasha closed the gap between them, capturing Lana’s lips in a tender kiss. As their lips met, Lana felt a rush of desire coursing through her veins. With each kiss, she felt herself melting into Natasha’s embrace. Her anger faded away in the heat of their passion.

Soon, their clothes lay scattered on the floor, forgotten remnants of their inhibitions. Natasha wasted no time in exploring Lana’s body, her lips trailing a path of fire across Lana’s skin. She revelled in the taste of Lana’s cute pussy, savouring every moan and whimper that escaped Lana’s lips.

With skilled fingers, she teased Lana’s clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Lana arched her back, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Natasha’s tongue danced across her sensitive flesh. Not content with just one source of pleasure, Natasha ventured further.

Her fingers seek out Lana’s tight asshole. Lana gasped in surprise as Natasha’s touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire deep within her core. With each touch, Lana felt herself spiralling closer and closer to the edge. Her body was teetering on the brink of release.
Finally, with one last flick of her tongue, Natasha pushed Lana over the edge, sending her tumbling into the depths of ecstasy. Lana cried out in pleasure. Her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over her.

All of Lana’s worries and frustrations melted away, replaced by a sense of bliss and contentment. Just like a year ago, Natasha felt a sense of satisfaction. She watched Lana succumb to pleasure even though she was horny herself. After their passionate encounter, the girls nestled into bed.

Their bodies still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure.

Sergio woke up feeling excited about his movie date with Violet. After taking a shower, he made sure to tidy up, shaving his cock and trimming his beard. He whipped up some breakfast before getting a call from his college friend, Leo. He said he was coming to Greenfield for a visit and needed to talk.

Sergio had plans with Violet. But he agreed to meet Leo at a nearby cafe. Sergio was looking forward to his date. But he knew he had to sort things out with Leo first. So, after finishing his breakfast, he got ready to meet Leo, keeping his mind focused on the important conversation ahead.

Violet remained blissfully unaware as she lay on her bed. The events of the previous night were still fresh in her mind. Clad only in her top, she felt a lingering warmth between her legs, a reminder of the passionate video sex session with Sergio.

A wide smile graced her lips, oblivious that her wet red panty had gone missing during the night.

Meanwhile, James, who had woken up earlier, couldn’t resist the temptation to sneak a peek at his hot cousin. After admiring her body and the aftermath of her orgasm, he couldn’t resist taking the panty as a souvenir. He hid it away in one of the drawers in his wardrobe.

Violet stirred from her slumber. She reached for her phone and sent a sweet message to Sergio. He was busy preparing for his meeting with Leo. “Good morning, love,” she texted, adding a kiss emoji to convey her affection.

“Good morning, love, excited for a date this evening?” Sergio replied with a wink emoji. He dressed himself for his meeting with Leo. He opted for a simple yet stylish look, wearing a white polo t-shirt paired with light blue jeans. Completing his outfit with white sneakers, he felt ready for the day ahead.

Violet was just about to head to the shower. She received Sergio’s message and couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, very excited,” she texted back before stepping into the shower. As the warm water cascaded over her skin, she pondered Sergio’s question.

“What are you going to wear?” he asked with a wink emoji. He headed outside to the cafe to meet Leo. Sergio prepared for his meeting with Leo. Inside Lana’s room, the girls were getting ready to head out for coffee. Both had already showered and applied light makeup.

Lana opted for a short light blue dress with a deep neckline, revealing a hint of her cleavage. The off-shoulder design showcased her shoulders. The dress grazed just halfway down her thighs, accentuating her curves. She looked undeniably pretty and sexy in it.

On the other hand, Natasha, true to her style, dressed in a maroon dress that exuded a more provocative vibe. The deep neckline plunged daringly, revealing a generous amount of her ample cleavage. The dress featured a thigh-high slit, barely covering her black panty peeking from underneath.

With her bold choice of attire, Natasha embraced her sultry persona, ready to turn heads wherever they went. Lana and Natasha completed their outfits with high heels. They headed outside, ready to take on the day.

Meanwhile, Violet emerged from the shower and checked Sergio’s text. Without hesitation, she slipped into a short skirt and a tight crop top, accentuating her curves perfectly. Feeling confident in her attire, she snapped a photo and sent it to Sergio.

“Should I wear these?” she asked playfully, adding a wink emoji for good measure. Sergio felt a rush of excitement at the sight of Violet’s message. “Mmmm yeah, it would be easy for you to sit on my cock,” he responded, feeling his arousal growing at the thought.

Violet replied with an “Okay” accompanied by a heart emoji. She quickly changed into pyjamas and rushed to the kitchen to help her aunt.

Leo hadn’t arrived yet. But Lana and Natasha arrived at the same cafe where Sergio was waiting for his friend. They took a seat at a table just in front of Sergio’s. Lana faced Sergio while Natasha sat in the opposite direction.
As Sergio glanced at Lana, he was instantly captivated by her beauty.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, drawing him in. Lana also looked at Sergio, admiring his handsome features. “What a handsome guy,” she thought, feeling a surge of desire. “Wish I could feel his body on mine,” she mused as she crossed her legs provocatively.

Sergio couldn’t help but sneak a glance at her crotch, igniting a subtle tension between them. Sensing Lana’s interest, Natasha glanced back at Sergio, giving him a naughty look and a flirtatious smile. Sergio returned the smile, but his gaze remained fixed on Lana.

“What a handsome guy,” Natasha whispered to Lana, adding, “I might get wet thinking about him.” Lana’s expression shifted to annoyance, which Natasha quickly picked up on. “I was joking, babe. He’s all yours,” Natasha whispered again, trying to reassure her friend.

Lana and Sergio were lost in each other’s gaze, admiring one another. Leo walked into the cafe. Leo, standing at the same height as Sergio at 6 feet tall, had brown skin and curly hair. His physique is slightly bulkier than Sergio’s. Lana’s beauty enchanted Sergio.

He didn’t notice Leo until his friend tapped him on the shoulder, snapping him back to reality. The two friends embraced warmly, catching up after a long time. Lana and Natasha observed the reunion from their table. Lana, who had been falling for Sergio just moments ago, now found herself drawn to Leo as well.

“This one is mine,” Natasha whispered possessively. Lana shot her a defiant look, suggesting that she desired them both. Natasha smirked mischievously, teasing Lana for her naughty thoughts.

Leo plopped down in the chair next to Sergio’s. He couldn’t take his eyes off Natasha’s curves. Hoping for a flirty exchange, he shot her a sultry look. She met it with a sly grin. Lana felt a pang of envy at Leo’s attention towards Natasha. She found solace in Sergio’s unwavering focus on her.

As they bantered, Leo brought up their desire to escape the daily grind. “Remember when you said you wanted to ditch this shit and have some fucking fun?” he reminded Sergio. He nodded, feeling increasingly fed up with his dead-end job.

Leo pitched an idea: going for a master’s degree. It promised them loads of time and opportunities to indulge their desires. Sergio’s interest was piqued. He eagerly asked for more info about potential universities and programs.

Leo’s face lit up as he suggested Pine Hill University. In their country, almost all the guys preferred earning money over studying. With this in mind, Leo envisioned them as the lone guys amidst a multitude of girls in the master’s program at PHU. They could have their pick of the bunch.

Sergio, intrigued by Leo’s suggestion, warmed up to the idea of attending Pine Hill University (PHU) with him. Meanwhile, the girls were hoping to attract attention. They noticed Leo’s interest. Natasha shot him a flirtatious smile before excusing herself to the nearby washroom.

Leo, catching her signal, followed suit. Sergio pondered over their conversation and the exciting prospects ahead. “I’ll be back in a minute,” Leo said to Sergio. “You can’t do much in a minute,” Sergio joked, understanding Leo’s intentions. Leo then followed Natasha to the washroom.

Lana, desiring the same attention, couldn’t act due to her shy nature. Sergio felt similarly but hesitated to initiate anything. Instead, they exchanged glances, silently appreciating each other’s attractiveness. Sergio glanced at Lana’s crotch, signalling his desire to explore further.

She understood it as a hint that Sergio wanted to engage intimately. Meanwhile, Leo waited for Natasha to emerge from the washroom. She was inside, pleasuring herself with thoughts of him. Imagining Leo ravishing her like a dirty whore had already soaked her with arousal.

With the expectation of Leo waiting outside, Natasha composed herself. She straightened her clothes and stepped out, her desire still burning beneath the surface. “So you couldn’t help yourself and followed me here?” Natasha flirted with Leo, her voice dripping with seduction.

“You want me to leave?” Leo flirted back, his grin equally suggestive. Natasha smiled and moved closer to Leo. With a swift move, she pushed Leo against the washroom wall. Their lips collided in a passionate kiss. Leo eagerly grabbed Natasha’s ass, lost in the heat of the moment.

Aware of their surroundings, they refrained from taking further risks. But they exchanged numbers before parting ways. Leo, mindful of Sergio’s date with Violet later, shared Sergio’s address with Natasha. He arranged to meet her there in the evening.

They shared one last heated kiss before returning to their respective friends at the table. Leo and Natasha emerged from the washroom, engaged in lively conversation. Sergio and Lana were surprised to see them so close after such a short time.

“Come over here, bro,” Leo called out to Sergio. He invited him to join Natasha and Lana at their table. Lana felt shy but also a slight thrill. Her pussy was tingling at the thought of being close to both Leo and Sergio. Sergio felt excited at the prospect of getting to know Lana better.

Sergio couldn’t resist stealing glances at Lana’s cleavage, igniting a spark of desire within him. Lana, feeling shy, glanced away. But the tingling sensation between her legs betrayed her arousal. Sergio and Lana were lost in their world. Natasha made her move, placing her hand on Leo’s thigh.

Leo’s erection reacted to Natasha’s touch as she gently rubbed it. However, their intimate moment was interrupted when Sergio inquired about their activities. Lana and Natasha, keeping it simple, revealed that they were studying for master’s degrees at PHU.

The mention of PHU ignited excitement in both Sergio and Leo. They shared their plans to escape their mundane work routines by enrolling at PHU. The girls, particularly Lana, became excited as well. Lana fantasised about Sergio satisfying her every night. The mere thought of it made her panties damp.

Their conversation came to an end when Lana’s father called her. Lana and Natasha bid farewell, exchanging numbers with Sergio and Leo to stay in touch.

Sergio and Leo made their way to Sergio’s apartment, each with their intentions. Sergio was focused on booking movie tickets for his upcoming date with Violet. Leo eagerly anticipated Sergio’s departure so he could invite Natasha over for some fun.

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“Can I use the washroom, Didi?”

Vidya asked her elderly neighbour friend Mamta, who said, “Sure, Vidya, my husband should be in the common bath. Use Rahul’s. He has gone out for jogging.”

Vidya was nearing forty, a widow with twin kids, Rishi and Rajini, who were studying in college. Vidya’s husband Amar had passed away 5 years back in an accident. Mamta was Vidya’s neighbour and a good friend in spite of their 5-6 years age difference.

Mamta was 45 years old. Mamta was a housewife. Her husband worked as a lecturer. Her son Rahul had finished Engineering and was searching for a job.

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Vidya saw the common bathroom locked from the inside. She came to Rahul’s room, which was on the ground floor. She saw the washroom room door slightly ajar, pushed it and went in. What she saw made her head spin for a few seconds, but she controlled herself, holding the door.

Rahul, who wanted to piss badly, shortened his jogging and came back hurriedly to relieve. Not bothering to lock the bathroom door, Rahul pushed his track pants down, pulled his cock out from his briefs and started to pee in the commode.

It was at the same moment Vidya entered his bathroom unannounced. She got the shock of her life. Rahul was holding his thick dark cock and was pissing. He was startled to see Vidya near the door. Seeing Rahul’s cock, Vidya’s eyes widened.

The boy’s cock was not hard but was very thick, and the length was normal. Vidya froze for a moment seeing her friend’s son’s cock pissing. It was unusual as she had never seen such a thick cock.

“Sorry, Didi told me that you were out, so I…” Vidya said, stammering, and hurriedly came out of the bathroom. She ran to her house without saying bye to her friend.

Coming to her house, locking the main door, Vidya dashed to her bedroom. Lying on the bed she couldn’t help herself cupping her mound on the saree tried to rub it. Vidya and her husband had a healthy sex life till his death. But Vidya didn’t miss sex much as she was busy working and looking after her twins.

Her pussy was leaking, indicating what she is missing all these years. Vidya, thinking of Rahul’s cock wondered if such a cock could be taken or if she could accommodate inside her. Quickly chided herself for having such evil thoughts for her friend’s son. But her mind was saying something else to her.

She thought of a plan and wanted to see if it worked accordingly for her.

On Saturday morning, Vidya’s twins went to their Grandpa’s place. It was the practice to spend time with her husband’s parent’s home on weekends. Mamta had told Vidya that they would be going to Mysore for a picnic. Since Rahul had an interview on Monday, he was staying back to study.

Saturday was the time for Vidya to test the waters to see if Rahul fell for her seduction. She wanted him to make the first move as she didn’t want to look like a slut.

In spite of being forty, Vidya had maintained her body nicely, weighing around 55 kgs. She didn’t have the curves like in her younger years but had a delicate figure with 32 B breasts, hips 30, and a big ass of 36. What was lacking in her upper body was made up in her buttocks.

Whenever she walked in the streets, men ogled at her when her big ass wriggled. Knowing that Rahul was alone in the house, Vidya dialled his landline. When he answered, she asked him if he could take her to the grocery store, which was a couple of streets away.

She knew that it was going to rain any moment. She quickly changed into a white saree and matching undergarments. It was time for Vidya to bring her plan to action. Hearing the bike horn, Vidya came out, locked the door, came with a bag and sat on the bike.

“Sorry, Rahul, for troubling you. Rishi and Rajini have gone to their grandparent’s place. I need some items. The shopkeeper said he can’t give delivery as it’s about to rain.”

Rahul, who was wearing a shirt and jacket with shorts, said, “No problem, Aunty.” By the time they crossed the street, the rain started to pour heavily. By the time they reached the grocery shop, both were totally drenched in rain. Vidya was shivering with cold as her clothes were totally wet.

“Rahul, let’s go back. I will ask the shopkeeper to send the groceries tomorrow,” Vidya said, tapping his shoulders when he stopped the bike in front of the store.

“OK, aunty. You should be wet. Take my jacket and wear it,” Rahul said, taking off the jacket gave it to Vidya without turning back. She needed it badly, so she took the jacket, wore it, and asked him to start.

On reaching Vidya’s place, she got down and said, “Come in, Rahul. You should be feeling cold, too, so have a cup of hot coffee. I know your mom is not in the house too.”

Seeing Vidya walking to the door, her big buttocks were seen clearly through her wet white saree and matching petticoat. Young Rahul’s cock stirred in his briefs. He had never sexually seen Vidya, as her twins were his friends, especially her daughter Rajini.

Moreover, she was his mom’s best friend. Seeing Vidya’s ass wriggling, Rahul shrugged his head for thinking ill of her. But he never knew what was in store for him.

Opening the door, Vidya went inside the kitchen and kept a vessel on the stove to prepare coffee. Now was the time for the next step of her plan. Going inside her son’s room, brought her son Rishi’s t-shirt and shorts.

Vidya, handing Rahul her son’s clothes, said, “You are totally wet. Wear this while I prepare coffee.” She showed him the washroom to change. Vidya was still wearing the wet saree. Rahul’s jacket covered her upper treasures. But the saree was clinging to her legs and thighs, showing off well-toned legs.

Rahul came inside the washroom and removed his wet clothes, including his wet briefs, too. He thought aunty had forgotten to give him underwear, but he didn’t know that she had done it deliberately. Without any choice, he wore a shirt and shorts, which were a bit loose as her son was a bit chubby.

His cock was cock dangling between his legs in the absence of briefs. He hoped that he didn’t get an erection in front of Vidya, making a fool of himself. He felt better wearing warm clothes and came out of the washroom.

Vidya was waiting for Rahul with a coffee cup in her hand. Seeing Rahul, she gave him the cup, sat on the sofa with a wet saree and asked him to sit down next to her. Rahul saw her still wearing his jacket and sat on the sofa, slightly away from her.

Seeing the gap between them, Vidya moved close to him till her left thigh grazed his right thigh and drank coffee.

Rahul jumped when Vidya’s warm thighs touched his, feeling her body heat. Seeing the young man squirming, Vidya said, “Rahul, your hair is still wet. Didn’t you wipe it?”

“No worries, aunty. I will take a bath at home,” Rahul said, sipping coffee.

Vidya, finishing her coffee, got up and said, “No way, Rahul. Stay and have dinner with me. That’s the least I can do to trouble you. It’s already 9 pm, and I am alone too. The dinner is ready. Let me bring the towel and wipe your hair. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Saying she went inside the bedroom.

Standing before the mirror, Vidya took off the jacket and was shocked to see herself. Her white saree and white blouse were still wet and clinging to her body tightly, showing her breasts curves clearly. The white lacy bra was not able to cover her modesty.

She could see her erect nipples trying to poke out from the thin blouse and bra material. She looked down at her tummy, and the saree was tied above her navel level as usual. Wanting to show more of her tummy to Rahul, Vidya pushed her saree and petticoat down, revealing her deep navel.

Now, her saree was two inches below her navel. Satisfied with her seductive look, she came out. Now, it was time for the next important step. Rahul should have fallen for her, seeing her wet, sexy outfit. They were showing all her body curves without hiding much.

Rahul saw Vidya walking towards him with a towel in her hand. Seeing her wet saree hugging her body, his eyes widened. He could clearly see her breasts through the pallo, blouse and bra. The saree pallo was sliding away, showing her navel and her tummy.

His cock got hard in an instant and throbbed inside the loose shorts in the absence of the briefs. Seeing the young man squirming on the sofa, knew that Rahul ‘MAY’ fall for her charms. But she never knew as she was his mom’s age and her friend.

Standing before him, keeping the towel on his head, Vidya pulled him towards her. Rahul’s face was in front of her stomach. Vidya pushed her pallo aside to reveal her tummy flesh as much as she could. He began rubbing the back of his head, pushing his face on her tummy flesh.

Rahul gasped when his face hit Vidya’s bare tummy, feeling her body heat. His lips were pressed against her soft tummy skin. Vidya kept scrubbing his head and was wondering why he was not kissing her tummy as she expected.

She wanted him to make the first move, not her. She thought if her small tits can do the trick for her and wanted to try it out.

“Rahul, lift your head,” Vidya said.

Rahul lifted his head, and now his face was in line with her chest up from her tummy. Pushing his face on her breasts, Vidya began to scrub the top of his head. Rahul was in a dilemma. His face was wedged between Vidya’s cleavage, feeling her soft breasts pressing his cheeks, making him warm by her body heat.

Vidya was rubbing his head roughly deliberately. His head was shaking, making him lose his balance even though he was sitting on the sofa.

“Sit properly, Rahul. Hold me, you are like my son. Don’t feel shy, beta,” Vidya said ‘BETA’ deliberately, pushing him back to the edge of the sofa. He quickly held her hips for support. Vidya controlled her moans when Rahul’s hands gripped her hips.

Vidya was uncontrollable now, moving her breasts on his face sideways, trying to push both her breasts on his face. Rahul was gripping her hips, face getting crushed by her warm breasts. He now wondered if she was doing it deliberately. But he didn’t care as this was the first time he was this close to a lady.

He felt like he was in heaven, feeling her breasts and hips, and his cock was giving him a hard time. He saw her nipples poking through her wet clothes, couldn’t resist himself. He opened his mouth and sucked her right breast as it came near his waiting lips.

Vidya felt Rahul’s mouth on her breasts, and her body shivered as his lips grazed her tiny tits. Pressing her breasts more on his mouth, stopped scrubbing his head. She held his head close to her bosom. As she anticipated, Rahul had made the first move, but the task was not yet complete.

Vidya wanted the young man to get bolder and beg her for the ultimate pleasure.

“Look, Rahul, I have dried your hair as much as possible,” Vidya stepped back, taking her chest away from his face.

Rahul was still holding her hips. He looked up and saw Vidya’s breasts from close range. Her pallo had moved away, exposing her left breast. He could see her nipples clearly from the wet blouse and bra. He licked his lips, staring down at her navel and again looked up to see more of her breasts properly.

Vidya knew that Rahul had fallen into her trap, but she wanted him to speak up first. But he kept on staring at her breasts with widened eyes. She knew he was not bold enough to ask her. So, she has to take the lead and move her plan forwards.

“Have you never seen a woman’s breasts before, Rahul?” Vidya said, holding his chin.

“I…sorry, Aunty. I saw that you are still wearing wet clothes,” Rahul said, stammering.

“Oops, I forgot. Am I looking obscene in these wet clothes, Rahul?” Vidya said, looking into his eyes.

“No…no Aunty. You look good,” Rahul said.

“I am an old fag. Have you got any girlfriend, Rahul?” Vidya asked, wanting the young man to shed his inhabitations.

“No, Aunty,” Rahul said, still staring at her breasts.

“I don’t believe Rahul. A boy endowed like you should be having multiple girlfriends. I saw you that day while you were taking a leak. I must say that I was impressed,” Vidya said, coming straight to the point.

Rahul couldn’t believe his ears when his mom’s friend was praising his manhood. His fingers roamed on her tummy skin, feeling her body warmth. Looking into her eyes, he confessed finally, “You too are beautiful, Aunty.”

Seeing the tide turning in her favour, Vidya said,” Only beautiful?”

“You are gorgeous,” Rahul said and bit his lips to say so.

“That’s very kind of you. I need to change my dress. Watch TV, and I will be back quickly, and we will have dinner,” Vidya said, moving back. His hands dropped down from her hips.

Rahul’s face fell as she moved back, and Vidya noticed him still staring at her bosom. Patting on his cheek, Vidya said, “What, Rahul?”

Rahul couldn’t control his lust anymore and said in a meek voice,” Can I see your…?” And stopped.

Vidya, knowing what he wanted, asked, “To see what. Don’t feel shy. I am like your mother. Be bold and tell what you want.”

Rahul knew he had to be brave to get what he wanted from Vidya. He blurted out, “I want to see your tits, Aunty.”

Vidya couldn’t believe her ears seeing him confessing so easily. The prey has taken the final bait, but she wanted him to tease him more.

“What, you want to see my breasts…I mean my tits. Have you never seen a woman’s breasts before?” Vidya asked, staring into his eyes.

Rahul, lowering his face, said, “No, Aunty. Please don’t get mad and say this to my mom.”

“Let’s keep Mamta out of this, Rahul. Are you so eager to see my breasts?” Vidya asked him, holding his head up.

“Yes, Aunty. I have been dying to see naked tits for a long time. Will you please show me yours?” Rahul was literally begging her now.

“OK, I will show you. I know boys of your age are curious to see a woman’s body. But on one condition, you will not tell about this to anyone,” Vidya said.

“I swear, Aunty, I won’t tell anyone. Trust me,” Rahul said with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Vidya, holding her saree pallo in her right hand, said, “OK, I trust you, Rahul. I am showing my breasts to satisfy your curiosity. Don’t think bad about me.” And she dropped her pallo down. Vidya unhooked her blouse and removed it from her shoulders.

Rahul saw her hairy armpits and her wet, lacy bra showing her breasts curvy profile. Vidya saw him staring at her tiny breasts eagerly. Turning her back to Rahul, she said, “Will you unhook the bra, Rahul?” Rahul stood up, placing his shaky hands on her bra strip tried to unhook it. But he was not successful.

Vidya knew that Rahul was still inexperienced and a virgin, too. “I can’t stand here all day. I need to change my wet dress, Rahul.”

Afraid that she may change her mind, Rahul, holding the bra straps, pulled it forcibly, and the hook snapped. Without turning, Vidya removed her bra from her shoulders. Cupping both her breasts in her hands, turned to face Rahul.

“This is what you wanted to see. Isn’t it, Rahul?” Saying took her hands off her breasts and stood topless in front of Rahul. Rahul’s eyes popped out of their sockets, seeing Vidya’s naked ‘B’ cup breasts. They were not big like in porn but were cute and gorgeous.

It was sagging a little due to her age. Nipples were slightly brownish and thick with not much areolas. Her nipples were looking prominent on her little breasts. Vidya knew that her nipples were swollen and erect. Rahul kept on staring at her treasures.

“If you have seen enough, I will go and change,” Vidya said, turning her back to him, knowing that he would beg for more, which she wanted to hear from him. Rahul quickly placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her towards him. He said, “Please, Aunty, can I touch them?”

Making a fake surprised expression, Vidya said, “What, you want to touch my breasts? No way, you asked to see, and I showed them. I can’t. This may lead to something else, Rahul.”

“Please, Aunty, allow me to hold your tits,” Rahul was begging her now.

Not wanting to tease him anymore, Vidya sighed and said, “OK, touch and feel my breasts.”

Getting her approval, Rahul quickly moved his hands up and cupped her B-cup breasts in his hands. It was like holding a small mass of soft flesh, and he gently pressed them. Vidya’s body shivered in lust as Rahul’s thumbs were flicking her taut nipples, making it harder.

Vidya was about to collapse and fall as this was the first time someone was kneading her breasts after 8 long years. Rahul’s big palm had covered her entire tiny breasts. He was squeezing them softly, not wanting to hurt her. Vidya wanted to scream out loudly and ask him to press her harder but refrained.

She saw him bending down and licking her right nipple, making it wet. Vidya got goosebumps when he licked her. She thrust her nipple into his mouth. He mouthed her nipple like a baby. Now his left hand was pressing her left breast harder as he sucked her right nipple.

Vidya stood still as Rahul sucked her. After many years, she was having a mouth on her nipples. He was only to touch and feel her breasts, not to suck them. Pulling her nipple out from Rahul’s mouth Vidya said, “Naughty boy, I allowed only to touch, not to suck Rahul.”

Rahul, looking at her, took his hands behind her back, cupping her big buttocks pleaded, “Please, Aunty. Let me suck the other one too.”

“No way, Rahul, I don’t have any milk in me to feed you naughty boy. Why are you holding my ass?” Vidya chided Rahul feeling his erect cock on her tummy.

“Please, let me suck you again, Aunty,” Rahul was literally begging her now, taking his right hand from her buttocks. But his left hand was lingering on her ass crack through her wet saree and petticoat.

“Are you so eager to suck my tiny breasts, Rahul? OK, but only for a few seconds,” Vidya said, knowing that her prey had fallen into her trap. But she wanted the young man to feel that he was seducing her. Rahul quickly took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard.

Vidya’s body shuddered at the intensity of his sucking. He felt his right hand on her tummy, caressing her stomach skin. Rahul’s left hand was moving in her ass crack from top to bottom, trying to locate her womanhood which was way below his reach.

His right palm was roaming on her soft tummy, finger dipping in her navel as he sucked her. Vidya allowed Rahul to feel her body. She stood still with her hands resting on his shoulders. Rahul was suckling her nipple like a baby. But she got worried when she felt his palm, which was on her tummy, moving down.

Rahul’s right hand dipped into her petticoat and saree and felt her hairy bush. Shocked, Vidya pushed Rahul, taking her nipple from his mouth and said, “What are you doing?”

Rahul stepped back with his right hand still buried inside her saree, feeling her pubic hair. Innocence was gone, and lust was there to see on his face. He said, “Let me see you down, Aunty.”

Making a fake angry face, Vidya said, “What? First, take out your hand from my saree.”

Rahul, pushing his hand further down inside her panties and cupping her bare mound, said, “I want to see what I am holding, Aunty.”

Vidya was really impressed by Rahul’s daring and knew she would have a wild night with this young horny man. But she didn’t want to surrender herself so cheaply. She wanted Rahul to work more hard to win her.

“What more do you want to see? You have already seen everything, Rahul,” Vidya said, holding his right hand, trying to stop him.

But Rahul’s middle finger was already in her slit, which was already wet, making his fingers moist. “I want to see your pussy, Aunty.” Vidya stood like a zombie upon hearing the young lad. She never thought that Rahul would be such easy prey. But she was worried that he would spill out with his friends.

She needed sex, but not at the cost of her social status going for a toss. She had two grown-up kids. She couldn’t feel like a cheap whore in front of her family and neighbours. The initial euphoria was gone now, and she had to tread very carefully with Rahul.

Trying to remove his hand from her mound unsuccessfully, Vidya said pleadingly, “It was OK till you asked to see, touch and suck my breasts. But what you are asking now is outrageous. I can’t show you anymore. Please leave Rahul.”

Rahul’s face fell on hearing her. Staring at Vidya, Rahul pushed his shorts down, baring his erect cock to her and said, “Look what you have done, Aunty.” Vidya’s eyes dropped down to see the magnificent cock in all full glory. It was much better than she expected.

Almost 9 inches long, too thick, and the dark purple head was glistening with pre-cum. While Vidya was watching the monster cock, Rahul pulled the saree knot from her tummy with his free left hand. The wet saree fell at her feet.

Vidya didn’t notice that she was in her petticoat. She was busy staring at the cock, which was dripping pre-cum.

Rahul, boldly inserting his middle finger inside her warm hole, said, “Say something, Aunty. I know you are horny, too, like me. Just show me once.” Saying he began to finger fuck her in slow strokes.

Unknowingly Vidya moved her hips forward, trying to fuck his finger. Releasing her mistake, she closed her thighs, making Rahul’s finger trapped in her pussy. He was now not able to move his finger inside her pussy freely.

Clutching her right ass firmly, Rahul said, “Please say something, Aunty. If you are not interested, I will remove my hand from your cunt and leave.

To be continued.

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A warm welcome to all ISS readers. This is Kumar from Bangalore writing once again. Many readers have given me positive feedback and it encourages writers like me to come up with more stories while incorporating the suggestions to improve the storytelling.

The story I am sharing today involves a hot Bengali milf whom I met on a dating site. Her name was Mrs. Saha (first name cannot be revealed). Even though she was married, she was not getting attention from her husband.

She was a lovely, charming, and voluptuous woman. She had a son and a teenage daughter. She began talking to me about her personal problems, and that was when we got good, and more importantly, became close friends. Her spouse used to argue with her and was arrogant. She used to complain to me about not being laid for almost a whole year. She lost her kids’ attention as they would not listen to her and she made a wonderful friend in me.

I told the Bengali milf that I had befriended her because I thought she was kind, but that my intentions were not right. She said that she could understand young boys’ feelings for married women, indicating that she understood it. We soon began having sex conversations, during which she would tell me everything she missed having in bed.

I was eager to see this Bengali woman, but for some reason, I was unable to do so since she was very hesitant. Mrs. Saha was terrified since her husband was a vindictive man and would not be happy if she went out with a stranger like me. I persuaded her in some way. We chose to get together at a coffee shop.

The Bengali milf arrived at the coffee shop in the evening. She was dressed nicely, with a long black skirt and a white top. Her fair skin belied her maturity, as I could see from her large, lovely melons and her age of forty-one. Yes, she was your average MILF, and I wanted to fuck her somehow.

As she approached me, I could feel how busty and weighty her butts were. We struck up a conversation when I gave her a bouquet. She soon felt at ease with me.

I informed her that I just had a few hours, so if it was feasible, we should head to her house. After giving it some thought, she answered, “Okay, Kumar. I will have to sneak you in through the other door though, because my kids are home.”

After I gave my OK, and we arrived at her house. She entered first, then slipped me into her bedroom via the back door. Upon entering, I noticed that she had secured her door and that her children were viewing a movie in the hallway via her window.

Mrs. Saha: Kumar, please keep quiet. It will bother my kids to have a stranger in the house.

Kumar: Mrs. Saha, don’t worry.

Mrs. Saha: In the evening, my spouse will be at home. I wouldn’t have snuck you otherwise.

Kumar: I get it. How such an imbecile can act rudely toward you is beyond me. How lovely you are.

Mrs. Saha: I appreciate your understanding.

I pulled her in and gave her a strong hug. Her head was resting on my shoulder as well. I was really attracted to the desi milf’s bums and breasts caressing my chest. I took a step back and gave her a quick kiss on the shoulder. She thought it was good. I then found the bravery to give her a kiss on the lips. We exchanged passionate lips-kissing. I was horny, but she was emotional.

She fought against me lifting her top, saying, “Kumar, there are kids in the house!”

“Just once, please, Mrs. Saha,” I asked her, pulling a petulant look.

She finally gave me permission to take it off. She had on a 36 DD blue color bra. She gave me a little moan when I took her cups. I reached inside her skirt and then into her soggy underwear. I began to finger my Bengali milf’s pussy. She became quite lustful and was having a great time.

Then I unbuttoned my pants and exposed my cock. I twisted her around so that she would suck my cock. She threw herself at me, took hold of my cock, and began sucking it. I was having a great time getting her to massage my balls.

She was clearly having fun with my balls. After a few minutes of her sucking me, I sat up and we resumed our kissing. She muttered, “Kumar, do it fast! Someone could show up” as I removed her skirt and began to finger her milf pussy after we had briefly cuddled and kissed her neck.

Using the window as support, she took the doggie position and remarked, “Kumar, I will keep an eye on the outside.” Her skirt was swiftly lowered, and I immediately tugged her panty down to her knees. I teased her, stroking her pussy with my cock. “Kumar, please do it fast,” she pleaded.

I gave my cock a full shove and proceeded to fuck the hot Bengali milf in a doggy position. “Ohhh Kumar…” she moaned with pleasure. “Kumar, I love you. It is good to have this pleasure after so many months.”

Before I leaked for the first time, I spent a few minutes fucking the lustful married Bengali woman in this posture. She lowered her skirt and pulled up her panty. “Kumar, go lie down on the bed,” she said. “I will be back in a moment.”

I waited for her by lying down on the bed naked even though I had no idea where she was heading. After a minute, she returned and stated she had gone to see how her children were doing. She hurriedly took off her panty and top skirt after locking the door once again. Mrs. Saha came to the bed now.

“My husband won’t be back for another hour,” she said with a naughty smile.

I realized she wasn’t finished yet. We entered position 69. I was eating her milf pussy when she started sucking my cock. Her pussy was on my face, but soon she stopped sucking my cock. My face was becoming more and more pulled into her pussy by her.

The Bengali milf suddenly sprayed my face with her love fluids! She offered me some lubricant, which I put on my cock. I reached inside her tight ass for anal intercourse, fingered her butthole, and stretched her ass hard in a missionary manner. She was dying to shout with delight, but she was unable to do that.

Her butthole was tight, and my cock hurt too. As soon as we were both at ease, I gave her a brief missionary fuck. Then, as I continued to play with her enormous boobs, she flipped over onto me and began riding me. I felt all of my saliva on her boobs and nipples as I sucked them until the very finish. She experienced her climax first.

Then, in the standing cowgirl, I raised her in my arms and got back into her pussy. This time, I gave the married milf such a strong fuck that she started crying happily. I showered her pussy with a lot of juices. She wiped my cock and her pussy swiftly. We shared a few minutes of kissing and cuddling.

Then I dressed up, and she also dressed up. As we said our final goodbyes, she assured me that we can meet again.

That’s all for today and hope everyone enjoyed reading the story of my date with a hot Bengali married woman.

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Hello everyone, mera naam Ved hai. I am 24 years old, aur mera sex experience ab meri age se bahut zyada ho gaya hai. Mujhe auraton ko charamsukh dene mein bahut maza aane laga hai. Padhiye kaise Mumbai mein ek pados ki bhabhi ko scooty sikhate hue bhabhi ne mujhe seduce kiya, aur fir maine bhabhi ko over the time plan bana ke hardcore banging session diya.

Mere ghar se 4th bungalow mein ek aged couple rehta hai. Us ghar mein unka ek beta (35), bahu (31), aur unki 2 betiyan (25, 28) rehte hai. Hamara unke ghar se acha taal-mel hai. Aana-jana bana rehta hai

Is beech ek din uncle ne kaha: Beta teri bhabhi ko scooty sikhani hai. Tum sikha do.

Bhabhi mujhse badi thi age mein, to main mana kaise kar deta tha? Fir kuch dino baad bhabhi ne phone karke mujhe ghar bulaya aur bola-

Bhabhi: Surprise! Meri new scooty aa gayi hai. Aur devar ji, ab aap mujhe chalana sikhayenge.

Maine kabhi bhabhi ko us nazar se nahi dekha tha pehle. Lekin us din bhabhi ne bahut sexy si kurti pehan rakhi thi, aur uski fitting bahut tight thi. Unke bade-bade boobs suhane lag rahe the. Mann kar raha tha wahi daba du.

Bhabhi ka figure batana bhool gaya sorry. Bhabhi meri ek-dum busty Tamanna Bhatia type dikhti hai. Ek-dum fair skin and size 36-32-36 hai. Ek-dum bomb figure hai.

Fir bhabhi ne kaha: Chaliye, mujhe market le chaliye.

Main sankoch vash chala gaya. Jab bhabhi mere peeche baithi, Oh my god! Bhabhi ka right boob poora meri back pe feel ho raha tha, aur bhabhi ne apna right hand mere shoulder pe rakha tha. Main jab-jab break maarta, bhabhi apna right hand mere shoulder se nikaal ke mere lund ke saamne thodi se seat hai waha rakh deti.

Matlab mere lund se 1-2 cm door. Acha in actions mein 2-3 baar bhabhi ne mere lund ko touch karte hue apna hath peeche liya. I guess unko samajh aa gaya tha mera lund khada tha. Fir hum ghar aa gaye.

Bhabhi: Kal subha 5 baje aa jana. Subha-subha bheed nahi hoti hai. Kal se start karenge.

Me: Bhabhi, main subha 5 baje uth ke to sikha to du. Lekin mujhe return mein kya milega?

Bhabhi: Jo tum chaaho! (naughty smile deke chali gayi).

Next day, main 5 baje uth gaya aur taiyaar ho kar pahunch gaya. Bhabhi ne loose t-shirt aur tight shorts phena hua tha. Bhabhi ki gaand dekh ke to main pagla sa gaya tha. Mann kar raha tha shorts utaar kar wahi chod du.

Bhabhi: Kya dekh rahe ho?

Me: Kuch bhi to nahi bhabhi (mera lund tight hone laga tha).

Bhabhi: Pehle kabhi kisi ladki ko aise nahi dekha?

Me: Arre dekha hai bhabhi. Lekin aapke jitni hot nahi dekhi (smiling).

Bhabhi: Ab shuru kare?

Me: Haa-haa, aap chaalu kariye. Main peeche se pakadta hu.

Bhabhi: Nahi, aap mere peeche baith ke sikhao. Warna main gir jaungi.

Me: Arre bhabhi, main aapke peeche kaise baith sakta hu? Koi dekhega to thoda ajeeb lagega.

Bhabhi: Itni subha koi nahi dekh raha hai.

Me: Main aapko city ke baahar ek ground hai, waha le chalta hu. Wo size mein bada bhi hai, aur waha koi aata bhi nahi hai.

Bhabhi: Theek hai, chalo chale. Ek kaam karo, waha tak tum mujhe sikhate hue le chalo.

Me: Okay, bhabhi.

Mera lund to bas pant phaad kar baahar hi aana chaahta tha. Main bhabhi ke peeche baitha aur ek-dum se chipak ke baitha, aur unko samjhne laga acceleration, brake and stuff. Fir bhabhi ko handle pakda ke maine unke hath ke upar se pakad ke sikhane laga.

Kabhi bhabhi zyada break maar deti to mera lund unki gaand pe aur dab jata. Ek-do jagah bhabhi ne speed breaker pe accelerator badha diya, us dauraan mera lund bhabhi ki gaand ke neeche dab gaya, aur bhabhi ko mehsoos hua.

Bhabhi boli: Main shayad tere phone pe baithi hu. Nikaal le isko.

Me: Ground paas mein hi hai, fir nikaal loonga.

Main maze le raha tha. Bhabhi ki ass crack mein lund mera fass ke aur bada ho gaya tha. Waha pahunch ke bhabhi scooty se utri aur boli-

Bhabhi: Phone nikaal le.

Fir jaise hi wo utri to mera lund dekhi. Mera khada lund dekh ke wo dang reh gayi.

Bhabhi: Acha to ye chubh raha tha.

Me: Bhabhi, I am sorry. Isiliye main peeche baith ke nahi sikhana chaahta tha.

Bhabhi: Arre chill, it’s totally okay at your age. Just try to control it for a few days (naughty wink).

Me: Chalo, baitho, start kare.

Bhabhi ke baithne ke pehle maine fir mera lund neeche kar diya, aur firse bhabhi us par baith gayi. Lagbhag 1 ghante scooty sikhane ke baad hum waha se nikle aur ghar pahunche.

Bhabhi: Kal thoda aur jaldi chalenge, zyada time milega.

Me: Ek kaam karte hai na, late night chalte hai. Tab sahi rahega.

Bhabhi: Lekin raat mein bhaiya kya sochenge?

Me: Aap baat kar lo bhaiya se. Jaisa theek lage waise batana.

Bhabhi: Okay, bye!

Main apne ghar chala aaya, aur bhabhi ko imagine karke hilane laga. Fir 10 minute hilane ke bada zabardast muth maar ke maal chhodh diya. Shaam ko bhabhi ka phone aaya aur wo boli-

Bhabhi: Bhaiya ne haa bol diya. Aaj raat 10:30 baje chalenge.

Me: Ok, subha waale ground pe hi chalenge. Aur koi bhi nahi hoga to chalane mein dikkat nahi hogi.

Bhabhi: Okay!

Maine socha aaj ka din to badhiya hi tha, raat to suhani ho jayegi bhabhi ki gaand mein lund ghis kar. Fir isi ko sochte hue main khush ho gaya aur nahane chala gaya. Wahi pe maine neeche ke baal bhi saaf kar diye, aur firse taiyaar ho gaya. Is baar firse loose shorts without underwear pehna.

Bhabhi ke yaha pahunch to bhabhi ko to dekhta hi reh gaya. Bhabhi ne ek loose frock type pehna tha. Maze ki baat ye hai unhone neeche panty nahi pehni thi, jo ki mujhe baad mein pata chala jab mera lund unki chut mein accidentally ghus gaya.

I will write the second part of the story. But people please let me know if you liked the story. My email is [email protected]

Ye thi meri real life kahani hai doston. Aage ki kahani next part mein.

Meanwhile, Natasha and Lana arrived at Lana’s home. Natasha decided not to disclose her encounter with Leo to Lana. She opted instead to make an excuse about meeting an old friend. She headed into the shower, leaving Lana alone in the living room.

Lana was still dressed in her outfit from earlier. She occupied herself by scrolling through her phone, unaware of the plans unfolding around her. Natasha undressed. She could still feel the lingering wetness between her legs from her encounter with Leo earlier at the cafe.

Her pussy was swollen and inviting, with a small tuft of hair adorning the top. Applying soap liberally, she focused on her sensitive areas, especially her pussy and ample breasts. With a firm grip, she squeezed her breasts, eliciting moans of pleasure as water cascaded over her body.

Meanwhile, Lana, engrossed in her phone, was interrupted by the constant beeping of Natasha’s device. She discovered numerous Instagram notifications from an account named ‘Sugar Daddy.’ Curiosity piqued, Lana attempted to unlock Natasha’s phone using her familiar ATM pin.

Much to her surprise, she succeeded, gaining access to Natasha’s messages. While Natasha indulged in her shower, Lana delved into her Instagram account. Opening the message from ‘Sugar Daddy,’ she was met with explicit texts.

“Baby, I’m horny thinking about you. I can’t wait to put my dick deep inside you. Daddy wants to fuck you so bad.” The final message contained a photo: a throbbing, sizable penis adorned with a hint of grey hair at the top. Lana scrolled further, determined to identify the sender.

After a few swipes, she stumbled upon a familiar face—her professor from PHU. Shocked and dismayed, Lana realized the implications of Natasha’s correspondence. Lana delved into Natasha’s digital secrets. Natasha was already lost in her world of arousal.

With the memory of Leo’s touch igniting her desire, she didn’t waste a moment. Fingers slick with soap, she parted her swollen lips and plunged them deep into her throbbing pussy. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her thoughts were consumed by the image of Leo ravishing her relentlessly.

Meanwhile, Lana’s curiosity peaked as she uncovered Natasha’s explicit messages. The explicit content stirred a forbidden excitement within her. Her heart raced as she opened a lewd photo. The sight of the massive, throbbing member caused a surge of heat between her thighs.

It ignited a primal desire within her. With trembling hands, she scrolled through Natasha’s inbox. Her breath hitched as she discovered the sender’s identity — none other than their PHU professor. Lana mulled over her discovery. Natasha’s moans echoed through the bathroom door, signalling her impending release.

Lana felt a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal at the thought of Natasha finding satisfaction without her. Resolving to address the matter, Lana changed into her comfortable pyjamas, preparing herself for the conversation to come.

Professor Neil, a 45-year-old divorcee, was Lana’s professor at PHU. However, Natasha had also caught his eye during her occasional walks around the campus. Lana never suspected that Natasha would engage in such activities with Neil. Lana had a secret attraction to Neil’s rugged charm.

Natasha kept her encounters with him hidden from Lana. Natasha emerged from the shower, naked and unabashed. Lana remained silent, stewing in a mix of anger and arousal. Natasha’s attempts at conversation were ignored as Lana focused intently on her phone.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Natasha’s secret liaisons with Neil. Natasha, drying her hair, slipped into a sultry red bra. She applied a touch of makeup, attempting to engage Lana in conversation. However, Lana remained silent, her anger simmering beneath the surface.

Natasha persisted with her inquiries, desperate to break through Lana’s icy demeanour. Finally, Lana erupted in a fit of rage. “You hooked up with Professor Neil?” she screamed. Natasha’s hands trembled as she fumbled with the straps of her black dress. Her mind raced with guilt and apprehension.

Natasha froze. Her heart was sinking as Lana’s accusations pierced through her. She couldn’t find the words to defend herself, her guilt weighing heavily upon her. Abandoning the half-dressed state, she stood motionless, her mind racing with regret.

Lana’s tears intensified the pain of betrayal, each sob like a dagger to Natasha’s heart. “I thought you were my best friend,” Lana cried, her voice trembling with hurt and disbelief. “I feel like you’re making excuses again today.” Natasha’s silence spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgement of her wrongdoing.

As Lana wept, Natasha approached her, her tears mirroring Lana’s distress. She reached out, gently grasping Lana’s shoulder, her voice trembling with remorse. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her heart heavy with guilt. Lana’s tears continued to flow as she questioned Natasha’s actions.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Professor Neil? You’re such a slut,” Lana cried. Her words were laced with hurt and anger. Natasha’s tears welled up anew as she struggled to explain. “Because Professor Neil asked me not to tell anyone,” she admitted. Her voice was choked with emotion.

Lana’s curiosity remained unabated. “How did it happen?” she pressed, her eyes searching Natasha’s for answers. Natasha began her explanation. Her voice was hesitant as she recounted the events. “You remember when you went to a party with your classmates and you returned late?” she started, her tone cautious.

“You hadn’t told me. So I went to your department looking for you, but I found Neil there,” she continued. Her words carried a mix of guilt and uncertainty. Natasha confessed to harbouring a secret crush on Neil. Her desire for him simmered beneath the surface.

“When I caught Neil staring at my boobs instead of my eyes, I knew I had to make a move,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “He was sitting there, oblivious, so I closed the door and approached him,” she explained. Her voice was tinged with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

Natasha recounted her encounter with Neil. Lana felt a wave of arousal wash over her. “I touched his boner, and then we just got naked,” Natasha continued. Her voice was a mix of excitement and guilt. Lana’s arousal intensified as Natasha described the steamy encounter.

Her body tingled with desire. Unable to resist any longer, Lana silenced Natasha with a passionate kiss, their lips locking in a heated embrace. Lana straddled Natasha. Their bodies pressed together as they lost themselves in the moment. With practised ease, Natasha undressed Lana.

Her hands explored every curve and crevice of Lana’s body. Lana surrendered to the sensation. Natasha’s skilled tongue explored her wet pussy and tight asshole, sending her spiralling into a climax. Memories of Natasha sucking Neil’s cock and getting fucked added fuel to Lana’s fire.

After their passionate encounter, Lana and Natasha lay together. Catching their breath in the aftermath of their intimacy. Natasha was still reeling from their experience. She mustered the courage to reveal Leo’s invitation to meet. Lana’s initial reaction is one of frustration and jealousy.

But she quickly realizes the importance of honesty in their friendship. In an effort to mend their bond, Lana requests to accompany Natasha to the meeting with Leo. Natasha hesitates at first, grappling with guilt over her previous secrets. She ultimately agrees to get Lana’s forgiveness.

Meanwhile, Sergio has carefully selected a movie for his date with Violet. Ensuring that they have the theatre to themselves. He opts for a lesser-known film, guaranteeing privacy in the otherwise empty venue. Sergio dresses casually yet stylishly in a checkered red and brown shirt paired with blue jeans.

He finishes his ensemble with black and white Converse shoes, exuding a laid-back charm. After bidding farewell to Leo, Sergio contacts Violet and arranges to meet her at the theatre.

Violet, eager for their rendezvous, selects her attire with care. She chooses the same skirt she has shown to Sergio. Pairing it with a black full-length sweater and sheer black stockings. Tucking her sweater neatly into her skirt, she adds a touch of elegance with black heels before setting off for the theatre.

After Sergio left, Leo reached out to Natasha, inviting her to join him. Little did he know, Natasha had a surprise in store. She was bringing Lana along. Natasha donned a tight black dress accentuated by a vibrant red bra, opting to forgo panties.

Lana chose a pair of tight black leggings and a minuscule top that left her navel exposed. Both girls flaunted their assets, revealing tantalizing glimpses of their cleavage. They prepared for their evening out.

Meanwhile, Sergio and Violet are at the theatre. At first, they’re feeling a bit awkward. But as time ticks by, they start vibing with each other. They’re both checking each other out, feeling each other’s vibes. They stroll into the theatre. They are already imagining the steamy fun they’re going to get into.

That thought alone has Sergio sporting a massive hard-on. Violet’s thong is already soaked from the anticipation. Sergio guides Violet to the corner seat in the theatre. Just as they anticipated, it’s practically empty, with no one else around.

When the lights dim, Sergio decides to make his move. He slides his hand onto Violet’s thigh. She meets his gaze, biting her lip in anticipation. Without hesitation, she slips off her wet thong and places it in Sergio’s hand. He wastes no time, rubbing her dripping cunt, eliciting moans of pleasure from Violet.

Feeling bold, Violet drops to her knees, unzips Sergio’s pants, and frees his throbbing cock. She eagerly takes him into her mouth, giving Sergio an unforgettable blowjob. Then she climbs onto his lap. Sergio can hardly contain his excitement.

He feels his shaft penetrate Violet’s slick pussy. With controlled moans, she bounces on his cock. The thrill of the moment fueled their passion. The risk and excitement of their clandestine encounter heighten their pleasure.

Sergio explodes inside Violet, filling her pussy with his warm cum. The sensation pushes Violet over the edge. She shivers with pleasure as she climaxes, feeling the warmth of Sergio’s release deep inside her.

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