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In the previous chapter, I depicted Indrahara’s victorious execution of his plan. He cleverly captured his brother and married his sister-in-law with the help of his sister, ultimately winning her heart.

In this part, his mother unexpectedly became enamoured with him despite his proposal. He also discovered a new side to his sister.

It had been nearly three months since Indrahara and Kantamini had wed. The news of Kantamini’s pregnancy with Indrahara’s child had swiftly spread. Amid the jubilation, Mamatara couldn’t conceal her sorrow.

Indrahara had vowed to impregnate her first but ultimately broke his promise. As a result, Mamatara proposed that Kantamini return to her kingdom until the baby arrived. Kantamini then departed for Bahutarini.

Indrahara was too focused on his new wife, Kantamini, and almost neglected his covert marriage to his sister, Mamatara. But Mamatara entered his room one day and reminded him of his duty to fulfil both roles as her brother and husband.

She suggested, ‘Maybe one of my brothers pledged to take care of his dear sister and get her pregnant, but it seems he may have forgotten. Now, it’s time to refresh his memory of his promise.’

Indrahara reassured Mamatara that he had not forgotten any of his promises. He was preoccupied with his new wife. However, Mamatara interrupted and asked if Indrahara was more focused on his new wife.

Indrahara understood her frustration and promised to publicly declare her as his first wife after completing one more task. He warned that anyone who dared to question their relationship would face his wrath.

Indrahara asked Mamatara for one last favour – to aid him in pursuing a forbidden love with their mother. This was the ultimate test of their bond – if she agreed, they would face no hindrances in their love.

She calmly said, “I always knew this day would come. Allow me to help you claim your rightful throne as the King of Sluts. But what about Kantamini? Can she accept your feelings for me and our mother?”

With a wicked smirk, he answered, “If she cannot, then I am the true King. Remember what happened with our brother?”

Mamatara instructed, “At night, go to her room and wait by the door. When I give the signal, seduce her and make love to her in a romantic manner.” Anshora, the mother of Indrahara and Mamatara, is an alluring woman with a slim frame and hourglass figure measuring 35-30-35.

Mamatara entered her mother’s room as darkness fell. Indrahara joined her in silence, their eyes meeting in a gentle gaze. Anshora’s voice interrupted the quiet, noticing the worry on Mamatara’s face and her hesitation to speak.

Mamatara was hesitant to share her thoughts. Indrahara eagerly looked forward to sleeping with his mother. Anshora’s unexpected interruption surprised Mamatara. She was not aware that Anshora knew about her and her brother’s romantic involvement.

Neither Mamatara nor Indrahara could believe how Anshora had found out about their relationship. In a panicked state, Mamatara nervously inquired, “How did you figure it out?” Anshora calmly replied, “Your Maven told me.”

Worried about Anshora’s response, Mamatara cautiously asked, “Aren’t you upset about our relationship?”

“No,” Anshora calmly replied, ‘Every individual has their desires, and it is their right to fulfil them. However, I have a request. Promise me that you will follow my words.” Mamatara pondered for a moment before agreeing to comply with Anshora’s wishes.

Anshora declared, “To continue your relationship with your brother Indrahara, he must quench his mother’s insatiable thirst.” (This news made Mamatara and Indrahara elated). “If you do not agree, I will banish you from the kingdom.”

Mamatara called Indrahara to her. He confidently said, “Mother, I can quench your thirst in one night.” This excited all three of them. Indrahara added, “If you agree to bear my child and give birth to a beautiful offspring, I will satisfy you.”

Anshora replied, “I am willing to accept your seed and conceive as many times as you want.” Indrahara responded, “Get ready to dress like a bride. I will marry you, impregnate you, and fill your womb with my semen.”

Indrahara ordered his servants to add a touch of love to the Sukhila and instructed his ministers to take care of the kingdom. He, along with his mother and sister, journeyed to the Sukhila for a romantic escape.

Upon arrival, he promised to make their day special by declaring, “Today, we rest, but tomorrow I will marry you. From that day on, we will leave behind the mother-son relationship and embrace our bond as husband and wife.”

They left for their chambers, eager for the new day. It was the day when mother and son’s souls would unite, filling them with excitement. Anshora headed to the ceremonial altar.

Mamatara visited her room and was overjoyed to see her mother adorned in regal splendour. She exclaimed, “Today when Indrahara sees you, he will surely liken you to the divine apsaras of heaven. In my experience, I assure you he will passionately ravish you tonight without restraint.”

Upon hearing, Anshora’s desire ignited. The royal wedding was grand and enchanting throughout the kingdom. The prince and queen were adorned in shimmering gold and diamonds. As time passed, Indrahara eagerly awaited his new wife.

The moonlit room was filled with romantic intentions for a honeymoon, adorned with an abundance of red rose petals on the bed. Anshora entered gracefully, holding a glass of milk, which she offered to her son with care.

As he drank, she humbly touched his feet and declared, “From now on, I am your devoted wife, my dear husband.” With adoration in her eyes, she sought his blessing to bear a son as a gesture of devotion.

“I am grateful to be married to such a loving and youthful husband,” she lovingly expressed. “I promise to fulfil my duties as your wife tonight and make it an unforgettable memory for you,” he whispered as he was mesmerized by her alluring lips in the soft bedroom light.

The deep red colour added fullness and seduction. Without hesitation, he leaned in to savour this intimate moment between a devoted mother and, now, a sensual wife. Despite her slight hesitation, he couldn’t resist softly caressing and cherishing her.

Indrahara’s romantic words flowed as he held her close, whispering, “My dear Anshora, you are mine. Tonight, I will show you the true depth of my love and make passionate love to my beautiful wife.’

Her heart skipped at the sound of her name, and she felt the desire of motherhood fading as his embrace warmed her. After years of yearning, her body now longed for his touch.

Without hesitation, she eagerly reciprocated his kisses. A rush of love, tenderness, and longing surged through them. Their lips perfectly melded together, effortlessly communicating their emotions.

They were completely consumed by each other, dancing to an unspoken beat of yearning. As their kisses intensified, their desire for each other only intensified, igniting an insatiable flame between them.

Their passionate embrace united their hearts and filled their bodies with a surge of intense emotions, overflowing with love, tenderness, and desire. He delighted in the sensation of her lips.

Savouring every curve and revelling in the taste and texture of her luscious red lips. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, the intensity grew. She eagerly sucked on his tongue, guiding his exploration of every crevice.

Her emotions were in chaos, driving her to madness. He took off her jewellery, leaving only the mangalsutra. He wanted her to be in bed with their marriage symbol so he could love her as his wife. With a swift pull, he uncovered her saree pallu.

She was clad in a tight red blouse that accentuated her curvy figure, making her irresistible. She felt shy and crossed her arms over her chest as she hesitated to unveil herself to him. Her modesty only fueled his desire. Anshora eagerly embraced Indrahara, holding him close while he tenderly caressed her.

Their kisses were full of intense longing. Indrahara wrapped his arms around Anshora, positioning himself behind her and pressing his manhood against her backside.

As his hands explored her body, his lips trailed along her spine until reaching her shoulder. With a playful bite, he squeezed her breasts, causing Anshora to moan and arch towards him. In turn, she moved her hips, grinding against Indrahara’s arousal.

He quickly stripped off her blouse, revealing her perky breasts. Then, he playfully lifted the pallu of her saree and twirled her around, exposing her completely. Indrahara took possession of Anshora’s lips, his longing for her as strong as that of a starving animal.

Anshora’s lower lip was nibbled, and she moaned in pleasure. He savoured her response while she basked in his touch. Eventually, they broke their kiss and gasped for air, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. She romantically undressed him, biting his cock through his loin cloth.

She beckoned him to sit on the bed. As Indrahara sat, Anshora kneeled before him, slowly removing his loin cloth and revealing his aroused member. She delicately stroked it with both hands, causing Indrahara to lean back in pleasure. They locked eyes as she explored his cock with her hands and mouth.

With a gulp, she took his balls into her mouth and then ran her tongue along his entire length. Indrahara was captivated by his wife’s sensual movements while his mother knelt before him, locking eyes and wearing a Mangalsutra with his name.

On their wedding night, Anshora intimately pleasured her husband, taking him into her mouth. He was completely overwhelmed as Anshora sensually took his manhood. Indrahara’s desire grew uncontrollably, causing him to forcefully grip her hair and enter her mouth with his member.

Despite struggling, Anshora bravely persisted. Eventually, Indrahara released his hold, and Anshora continued to please him, switching between sucking his balls and caressing his testicles. She passionately pleasured his manhood, expertly surpassing even Mamatara’s skills.

She drove Indrahara wild with her movements, bringing him closer and closer to climax. Sensing his impending release, she stopped and used her hands to bring him to completion. His moans and eventual release were proof of her fervent stroking.

His ejaculation propelled it through the air, landing on her face in a romantic gesture. She gently wiped it away with her finger and caressed his stiff member a few more times until it was delighted. Despite the intense climax, his erection remained unfazed, seemingly untouched.

Impressed, Anshora remarked, “You’re still impressively hard. Let me bring you to ecstasy.” He obeyed, lying on the bed while she removed her dress and stood in front of him, completely nude. It was a fantasy come true, and she was alluring.

Indrahara reached around her and fondled her breasts, causing her to moan in pleasure. But suddenly, she stopped him. With a seductive tone, she invited him to play with her breasts, asking, “Do you want to touch Momma’s breasts?” He ignored her words and lunged for her bosom.

He was eagerly savouring the taste and leaving passionate marks on her skin. As she became more aroused, she moaned in response to his actions. Suddenly, she interrupted and declared, “It’s my turn now. You will learn what it’s like to pleasure a skilled woman.”

With that, she opened her legs, tempting him to explore her most intimate parts. As his gaze fell upon his mother, he was overwhelmed with intense longing. Her pussy, soft and lush, enticed him with its glossy moisture and droplets of pre-ejaculate.

He couldn’t resist, dropping to his knees and devouring her with his greedy tongue. She moaned in ecstasy, eagerly guiding his head deeper into her heat. With her legs wrapped around him, they indulged in mutual bliss. Her body dripped with evidence of her heightened desire.

Despite her efforts to stop him, he persistently pursued his insatiable desires. She surrendered to his pleasurable advances. Her moans crescendoed as she reached her peak of ecstasy. He persisted, driving her to squirt and drench his face with her sweet release.

He savoured every drop of her love, eagerly drinking her in. She exhausted herself in the pursuit of her pleasure. When she finally calmed down, he sensually caressed her with his lips, leaving her heavily sweating and drenched in pleasure.

He kissed her on her mouth and neck, enticed by her natural scent. Kneeling between her legs, Indrahara brought his eager penis closer to her wetness. Their eyes locked, and they both knew what was to come next. “Are you ready for the journey?” Indrahara asked, a smile spread across Anshora’s face.

‘What journey?’ she responded teasingly. ‘I’m always ready,’ she proclaimed. He tenderly placed a pillow under her waist, ensuring maximum pleasure. With Anshora comfortably lying on the pillow, their escapades were much more enjoyable.

Indrahara traced his penis along her warm entrance, teasing her with the tip before finally making contact. He moved in circles, creating friction that awakened her deeply satisfied pussy. To penetrate fully, he relaxed her muscles and gently pushed forward, surprised by her tightness.

It was likely due to infrequent sexual encounters with her husband. After a slight push, he was finally inside her, and she squirmed in response.

Passionately, he withdrew and forcefully reentered, causing Indrahara to moan and sigh. Her tight pussy tightly held onto him as he coated her entrance and inner walls with saliva. He applied some to his dick before pushing it firmly into her.

Obeying her body’s reaction, she widened her eyes and let out a scream of pleasure. He was now fully inside her, hitting against her end wall as he stayed immobile to let her relax. Indrahara moved closer to him, and their lips met.

As she relaxed, he began thrusting, pulling back, and then penetrating deeply. His initial movements were soft, but he soon increased his pace. Withdrawing almost completely before driving back in with vigour, hitting her innermost wall every time.

He gently caressed her, gradually intensifying the rhythm as her heat enveloped him. With each thrust, their motions grew more wild and fervent. She matched his fervour, moving in perfect harmony with him. He lifted her legs, drawing her near and gripping them firmly while intensifying his penetration.

Their bodies created a symphony of noises, with their combined moans and cries blending perfectly. Every forceful thrust elicited a mixture of pleasure and pain from her as her body eagerly responded to his every motion.

He showed no mercy, relentlessly pounding and delving deeper into her. As she lay there, legs wide spread, he gripped her right leg and placed it on his shoulder, securing her in place as he continued to pleasure her.

Both lost in pure bliss, their entwined bodies moved in a romantic dance of love and desire. With slow and sensual thrusts, he delved deeper into her, gradually increasing his rhythm.

She released soft moans and looked at Indrahara through half-shut eyes, seemingly drained of all energy. It appeared that her entire being was controlled by the pulsating pussy of Anshora. It alternated between relaxing and tightening around his member with each movement.

She was passionately giving him oral pleasure, and he felt an intense build-up to orgasm. Thrusting with all his strength, he neared climax. He questioned where to ejaculate, and she answered with a shaky voice, asking him to impregnate her. She moaned as he released all his pleasure inside her.

They gasped for air, their bodies pulsing with the aftermath of passion. Smiling shyly at each other, their satisfaction evident. Her right leg fell as he caressed her breasts and collapsed onto her in pure bliss.

All evening, Mamatara watched her brother and mother make love while delicately touching herself.

Okay, guys, our journey comes to an end with the next chapter. I will reveal the heart-wrenching moment when Indrahara shatters his brother Pranukal’s pride.

I am eager for you all to enjoy my story. If you do, please respond and don’t hesitate to reach out to me at [email protected].

Jaise ki maine aap sab ko bataya tha Part 1 mein, kaise mujhe class ki sabse sundar ladki Meera ke sath maze karne ka mauka mila. To aage ki story continue karte hai.

Meera bhi poori nangi thi, aur main bhi poora nanga tha. Aur hum dono is tarah se ek-doosre se chipke hue the, ki hamare beech se hawa tak cross nahi ho rahi thi. Thodi der mein Meera ka phone bajta hai. Meera bag se phone nikaal kar dekhti hai. To driver uncle ka phone aaya hota.

Meera: Driver uncle hame lene aa chuke hai. Kapde pehno, aur chalo ghar chalte hai

Me: Mera tumhe chhodh kar jaane ka bilkul mann nahi hai.

Meera: mann to mera bhi nahi hai. Lekin ghar to jana padega na, warna ghar waale chinta karenge.

Hum dono apne-apne kapde pehan lete hai. Kapde pehanne ke baad hum dono ek-doosre ko dekhte hai, kyunki ghar jaane ka hum dono ka hi mann nahi tha. Main usko kamar se pakad kar apni taraf kheech leta hu, aur gale lag jata hu.

Me: Main tumhe kahi nahi jaane doonga.

Meera: Main tumhari hi hu ab. Fir kabhi mauka milega to hum kar lenge. Lekin abhi ghar jana zaroori hai. warna mummy ko chinta ho jayegi.

Hum dono college ke gate ke pas pahunch jaate hai. Waha par driver car ke sath khada hua rehta hai. Hum dono ko dekh kar hamare bag utha kar car ki dicky mein rakh deta hai. Aur hum dono car mein peeche wali seat par baith jaate hai.

Meera: Bhaiya ye mera dost hai pehle isko ghar chhodh dena, fir hum ghar jayenge.

Driver: Aapki mummy mall ke paas milengi, to pehle unko pickup kar leta hu. Fir aapke dost ko ghar drop kar doonga.

Meera: Theek hai bhaiya.

Baahar adhera ho chuka tha, aur car mein bhi adhera tha. Baahar walo ko andar kuch na dikhe itna adhera tha, aur AC mast thandi hawa de raha tha.

Main driver ke just peeche wali seat par baitha tha, aur Meera driver ke diagonally. Andhera hote hi Meera meri side aa kar chipak kar baith jati hai, aur mera left hath apne kandhe par rakh deti hai, aur meri chest par sir rakh deti hai.

Meera (bahut dheere awaaz mein bolti hai): Mujhe garmi do mujhe thand lag rahi hai.

Me: Arre driver uncle dekh lenge mirror se.

Meera: Arre itna andhera hai peeche mirror mein bhi kuch nahi dikhega. Aur suno, maine bra nahi pehni, to agar tum chaaho to mere boobs ke sath khel sakte ho (ye bol kar meri taraf aankh maari).

Me: Haa zaroor khelunga ye game.

Maine uska boob right hand se pakda aur ek-ek karke dabane laga. Usko bhi maza aa raha tha, aur wo aur zor se chipak rahi thi mujhse. Meera mere kaan mein bolti hai ki usne panty nahi pehni thi. Ye sun kar mera lund hard ho jata hai, aur main apna hath uski skirt mein daal kar fingering karna start kar deta hu.

Pehle dheere-dheere karta hu. Uske muh se ahh ouch nikalna start ho jata hai. Lekin wo dheere se nikaalti hai taaki driver sun na le. Fir main fingering tez karna start kar deta hu. Wo mera hath skirt mein se nikaal deti hai.

Meera (dheere awaaz mein bolti hai): Fingering mat karo, agar main zyada excited ho gayi to mujhse control nahi hoga, aur meri cheekh nikal jayegi.

Me (dheere awaaz mein): Theek hai. Yaar tum itni sexy ho ki mujhse control hi nahi hota.

Meera (smile karti hai aur bolti hai): I love you, baby (Ye sun kar to meri heartbeat tez ho jati hai). Kya tum mujhe love karte ho?

Me: Haa bahut love karta hu, aur aage bhi karta rahunga, aur tumhari har wish ko poori karunga.

Meera: Awwww! So sweet

Wo window se baahar dekhti hai aur bolti hai ki-

Meera: Mall aane wala hai, main alag baith jati hu.

Meera apni shirt ke button band karke aur skirt to theek se set karke side mein baith jati hai. Driver mall ke saamne car rok deta hai. Meera ki mother aa kar aage wali seat mein baith jati hai. Gate band karke peeche mud kar dekhti hai meri taraf.

Meera’s mother: Acha beta tum bhi aaye ho.

Me: Aunty namaste.

Meera’s mother: Aur kaise ho tum beta?

Me: Aunty ji, main theek hu.

Meera’s mother: Aur tumhari mummy theek hai? (meri mummy aur Meera ki mummy ek-doosre ki bahut achi dost hai. Wo dono ek sath ek hi school mein padha karte the.)

Me: Mummy bhi badhiya hai.

Meera’s mother: Aaj Meera ke sath kaise?

Meera (beech mein bol padti hai): Wo mummy iske mummy papa dono kisi shaadi mein gaye hue hai. To maine socha ki akela bus mein dhakke khaate hue jayega, isse badhiya main hi isko ghar drop kar doongi.

Meera’s mother: Theek kiya. (Uski mummy meri taraf dekh kar bolti hai) To beta tum ghar par akele kya karoge? Aaj tum hamare yaha ruk jao. Main abhi tumhari mummy se baat karti hu.

Meera ki mummy meri mummy se baat kar leti hai, aur meri mummy bhi maan jati hai.

Meera’s mother: Maine tumhari mummy se baat kar li hai. Tum hamare yaha hi rukoge.

Meera ke ghar par rukne ki baat sun kar to mujhe itni khushi hoti hai. Meera meri taraf dekh kar aankh marti hai aur smile karti hai. Thodi der mein hum unke ghar pahunch jaate hai.

Meera’s mother: Meera tum apne kapdon mein se ek T-shirt aur pyjama apne dost ko dedo. Wo change kar lega. Aur tum dono room mein jaa kar fresh ho kar khaana khaane aa jana.

Meera: Theek hai.

Meera ka room upar waale floor par tha. Main aur Meera uske room mein jaate hai. Meera ka room bahut hi neat and tidy tha. Uska bed bhi kaafi bada tha, us par aaram se 3 log so sakte the itna bada tha. Meera apni almirah se kapde nikaal kar de deti hai mujhe.

Meera: Main bathroom mein jaa kar kapde change karne jaa rahi hu. Tum yahi par change kar lo.

Me: Tum bhi mere sath yahi par kapde change kar lo na.

Meera: Arre nahi nahi. Agar mummy ne hame dekh liya na to dikkat ho jayegi.

Me: Theek hai.

Maine kapde change kar liye hote hai. Meera bathroom se sky blue colour ki t-shirt aur shorts pehan kar nikalti hai. Lekin uske boobs pehle se thode bade dikh rahe hote hai. Aur jaise-jaise wo chal rahi thi uske boobs bhi zyada hil rahe the. Uski shorts to kuch zyada hi short thi. Uski poori thighs dikh rahi thi.

Me: Tumhare boobs kuch alag dikh rahe hai.

Meera: Wo main ghar par bra nahi pehanti.

Ye sun kar mera lund khada ho gaya aur pyjame mein bhi dikhne lag gaya.

Meera (mere lund par hath rakh kar bolti hai): Isko abhi ke liye thoda shant kar lo. Iska jab time aayega tab isko khada karna.

Me: Wo tumhe is tarah dekh kar ye khada ho gaya. Tumhari mummy aise allow kar deti hai kisi ladke to tumhare room mein jaane ke liye?

Meera: Bahi bilkul nahi. Wo tum kuch zyada hi shareef lagte ho, isliye bhej diya. Chalo ab khaana khaane chalte hai. Warna mummy ko shak ho jayega.

Me: Haa chalo.

Meera bilkul nahi chaahti thi ki uske ghar walo ko kuch bhi shak ho hamare baare mein. Isliye wo zyada baat bhi nahi kar rahi thi mujhse. Hum dono khaana khaane neeche chale jaate hai. Waha par already uski mummy dinning table par baithi thi, aur hamara intezaar kar rahi thi.

Meera’s mother: Aa jao beta, lo khaana khaa lo.

Meera ke ghar par 2 khaana banane waale naukar bhi the. Wo hi hame khaana serve kar rahe the. Meera jaldi khaana khaa leti hai

Meera: Mummy main room mein sone jaa rahi hu. Aaj main bahut thak gayi hu

Me (main mann mein soch raha tha): Haa thak to waise bhi gayi hogi. Aaj kitna to cheekhi hai

Meera’s mother: Theek hai beta, so jao.

Meera upar chali jati hai. Thodi der baad mera bhi khaana khatam ho jata hai.

Meera’s mother: Khaana ache se khaaya na tumne? Kuch dikkat to nahi hui?

Me: Nahi aunty.

Meera’s mother: Chalo, main tumhe kamra dikha deti hu. Tum bhi waha par rest kar lo.

Aunty mujhe kamra dikhane upar le jati hai, aur ek kamra dikhati hai.

Meera’s mother: Beta tum is room mein so jana. Is room mein bathroom wagaira sab hai. Aur agar tumhe koi bhi dikkat ho bata dena mujhe. Chalo main AC chaalu kar deti hu, tum bhi aaram kar lo.

Aunty AC ka remote dhoondhti hai. Unhe milta hi nahi hai. Fir aunty naukar uncle ko awaaz deti hai, aur unhe bhi dhoondhne ke liye bolti hai. 10-15 minutes dhoondhne ke baat remote milta hi nahi hai.

Me: Aunty, main bina AC ke so jaunga.

Meera’s mother: Arre nahi-nahi beta. Bina AC ke to neend hi nahi aayegi tumhe. Baaki sabhi rooms to gande pade honge. Tumhare uncle bhi aane waale hai, warna main tumhe apne kamre mein hi sula leti. Ek kaam karo, tum Meera ke room mein so jao. Tumhe koi dikkat to nahi? (Ye sun kar to mere mann mein laddoo foot rahe the.)

Me: Nahi aunty, koi dikkat nahi.

Meera’s mother: Uska bed bhi bada hai, tum aaram se so jaoge.

Aunty mujhe Meera ke room mein le jati hai.

Meera’s mother: Tum yaha so jao aaram se. Aur beta room ko andar se lock kar lena. Waise to yaha safe hai, lekin ghar mein naukar wagaira hai na to kuch gadbad wagaira na kar de. Isliye hum sab rooms ko andar se lock karke sote hai.

Me: Theek hai aunty, main andar se lock kar doonga

Meera’s mother: Waise tumhe Meera ke room mein koi disturbance nahi hogi kyunki hame Meera ka room is tarah se banwaya hai ki baahar ki koi bhi awaaz andar na aa sake, taaki Meera ko padhayi mein koi disturbance na ho.

Me: Theek hai aunty, kuch dikkat hogi to mein call kar doonga.

Meera’s mother: Good night, beta.

Me: Good night, aunty.

Aunty ke jaate hi main room ko andar se lock kar deta hu. Room mein Meera bed par blanket odh kar so rahi thi. Meera ke room mein kam light waale bulb on the, jiski wajah se room mein light to thi, lekin kam thi. Itni light to thi, ki mujhe Meera ka chehra saaf nazar aa raha tha.

Meera right side apni taange fold karke so rahi thi. Main bhi blanket mein sone ke liye blanket ko thoda sa uthata hu. Meera ke right side sone ki wajah se uski T-shirt mein se uski cleavage dikh rahi thi. Mera to mann kar raha tha ki uske boobs dabau. Lekin wo so rahi thi, aur usko uthane ka mann nahi kar raha tha, kyunki thak gayi thi wo aaj. Tabhi ek-dum se Meera ke muh se awaaz aati hai-

Meera: Sirf dekhte hi rahoge ya kuch karoge bhi?

Me (shocked ho jata hu): Tum jaagi hui ho?

Meera: Main soyi hi kab thi.

Meera uthti hai, aur apne pillow ko side hata kar kuch dikhati hai.

Me: AC ka remote tumne chhupaya tha?

Meera: Hanji maine hi chhupaya tha. Main jaan-booch kar khaana khaa kar jaldi aa gayi thi. Mujhe pata tha ki mummy tumhe bina AC waale room mein nahi sone dengi. Aur guest room ke alawa AC ya to mummy ke room mein hai, aur mere room mein hai.

Me: To ye plan tha tumhara. Kya sach mein tumhare room se baahar awaaz nahi jati?

Meera: Hanji ye sach hai.

Me: To fir taiyaar ho tum chillane ke liye? Kyunki ab to main rukunga bhi nahi.

Main uski t-shirt ko gale wali side se pakad kar apni taraf kheenchta hu, aur boobs ko t-shirt ke baahar se hi pakad kar dabane lagta hu. Thodi der boobs dabane ke baad uske nipples hard hone shuru ho jaate hai. Boobs dabate-dabate hi main uske chehre ke kareeb gaya, aur uske lips par kiss karna start kar diya.

Pehle upper lip suck kiya, aur fir lower lip, aur fir tongue bhi suck ki. Kiss karte-karte maine usko apni god mein bitha liya, aur dono hatho se usko kass kar pakad kar usko kiss karta raha. Fir maine ek hath uski gaand par rakha, aur usko dabane laga. Fir maine uske shorts mein peeche se hath daal diya, aur uski gaand ko andar se dabane laga.

Me: Yaar tumhari gaand to badi soft aur bouncy hai.

Meera: Aaj raat ke liye main poori tarah se tumhari hu. Mere sath jo karna chaahte ho wo kar sakte ho tum.

Main bed par let jata hu, aur wo khadi ho jati hai, aur apne shorts ko utaar deti hai. Sath-sath main bhi apna pajama aur t-shirt utaar deta hu. Shorts utaarne ke baad wo mere lund par baith jati hai. Uski gori aur moti gaand dekh kar mera lund khada ho jata hai.

Main zor se uski gaand par thappad maarta hu, us awaaz se poora kamra goonj uthta hai. Uske muh se bhi aaaah ki awaaz nikal jati hai. Usko apni taraf jhuka deta hu, aur kiss karna start kar deta hu. Kiss karte-karte main apna ek hath uski t-shirt ke andar daal deta hu, aur uske boobs ko dabana start kar deta hu.

Meera ko bhi maza aana start ho jata hai. Wo ek-dum se firse khadi ho jati hai, aur apni t-shirt aur panty utaar deti hai. T-shirt utarte hi uske bade-bade boobs azaad ho jaate hai. Bina kapdon ke Meera ki skin doodh ki tarah chamakti hai, aur fir wo mera bhi underwear utaar deti hai.

Wo mere hard lund ko pakad kar hilane lagti hai. Mere kuch bole bina hi mere lund ko apne muh mein daal kar use suck karne lagti hai. Lund jab uske soft muh mein jata hai, to halka garam feel hota hai, aur bahut maza aata hai. Aur is baar to mere muh se bhi aaaah nikal gayi thi.

Fir maine uska sir padka, aur apne lund ko uske muh mein andar-baahar karne lag gaya. Thodi der ye karne ke baad maine usko gardan se pakda, aur usko bed par lita diya. Fir uski pussy mein apni ungli daal kar hilane laga. Aur tab tak hilata raha, jab tak uski wetting start na ho jaye.

Thode time baad Meera ki moaning ki awaaze nikalni start ho gayi. Kuch hi der mein uski pussy se bhi paani nikalne lag gaya.

Me: Ab tumhari pussy taiyaar ho gayi hai mere hamle sehne ke liye.

Meera: Is tarah se hamla karo ki ye poora shareer hamesha ke liye tumhara ho jaye.

Maine neeche ki side apna lund uski pussy mein dheere se ghusa diya. Shuruwat mein to maine dheere-dheere apne lund ko andar-baahar kiya. Lund ko pussy mein daalne ke baad jo feel hota hai lund par, wo bahut kamaal hota hai. Dheere-dheere karke maine chodne ki speed tez ki.

Uske muh se aaaah aaaah nikalna start ho gaya. Ye sun kar mujhe aur bhi maza aane lag gaya. Fir mujhse jitni tez ho sake utni tez chodna start kar diya. Uske muh se aur bhi tez awaaze aane lagi-

Meera: Rukna mat aaah! Aaaah aur tez! Aaaaa!

Aur doosri taraf meri jaangh aur uski jaangh jab takra rahi thi, uski bhi awaaz aa rahi thi chap chap ki. Thode time tez-tez karne ke baad meri bandook se goli nikal jati hai uski pussy mein, aur Meera ki aankhon se bhi khushi ke aansu nikalne start ho jaate hai.

Main uske boobs par apna sir rakh kar ruk jata hu, aur wo bhi mujhe kass kar pakad leti hai. Thodi der tak hum dono mein se koi kuch nahi bolta. Hum dono aise hi lete hue rehte hai. Sirf ek-doosre ko mehsoos karte hai. Kuch time baad Meera bol padti hai-

Meera: Itna maza mujhe aaj tak kabhi feel nahi hua.

Me: Mujhe bhi. Aur maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki meri virginity itni sundar ladki ke sath tootegi.

Meera: Tum bahut ache aur shareef ladke ho. Tumhe reward to milna hi chahiye

Ye sun kar main Meera ko kas kar pakad leta hu. Fir uske dono boobs ko dabane lagta hu, aur unke upr apna sir rakh deta hu.

Me: Aaj hum dono bina kapdon ke ek-doosre se chipak kar soyenge

Meera: Okay, baby.

The end.

Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my story, ‘Tejaswini’s First-time Unfulfilled Foreplay Saga.’

Genuine Couples looking for fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me.

I am a Bengalurean 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed.

The lead of this story is Madhumita.

Madhumita’s lungs struggle in need of oxygen due to the long, breathless kiss of the young bull. Gasping for air, she broke the kiss as her lungs filled in a fresh mouthful gulp of air. The moment her lungs fill up, she continues to taste the boy’s lips and tongue, enjoying the moment.

The clash of glass bangles as her soft hands draw, touching the structured fat-less chest of the young boy. Her fingers felt different than the shapeless meat body of her husband. The boy grabs the pallu of her saree and rips away from her boobs.

Like raw mangoes, her heavy boobs were tightly caged in the yellow blouse. The boy eyes them with his mouth dripping saliva. His eyes followed, watching the slight flesh of her milky boobs, which popped out of her tight blouse.

The boy continues to hold onto her pallu, lustily scanning her shapely body. At 39, Madhumita felt shy and quickly hid her boobs with both of her hands. Her eyeballs tilt low staring at the dusty tile of his room. Her hands held the saree pallu, making it difficult for the boy to unroll the saree out of her sexy body.

“Oh, I am dying to have those yummy boobs. Come on, take off your hands”, he instructs. She shakes her head slowly, implying No. He takes a step closer to her and tilts her chin high. He looks into her blush-filled eyes and drops her saree pallu.

Watching right into her eyes, he unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants to the ground. She notices a huge tent erected inside his underwear. She was unable to make out the size and shape of his cock. He teases her imagination by touching his cock over the underwear.

In the blink of an eye, he lowers the only piece of cloth hiding his huge erection to the ground. Her eyes dry up, and she watches the nervy thick, and long dick. She now apprehends how he was able to manage two girlfriends. Her mouth opens wide open, and she droops saliva.

She suddenly felt anxious thinking how her pussy would take this size which was almost double the length of her hubby. A drop of juice drops from her pussy, tempted by his play of shaking his huge rod. Losing control, she frees the grip of the saree pallu, signalling the boy to proceed.

He lifts the saree pallu, which is dusting the ground with his legs and firmly grips it in his strong hands. Staring at her wildly, in a single strong pull, he unwinds the complete wrap of the saree away from her fleshy body. He throws the saree away.

Madhumita felt striped as she continued to cover her hefty, heavy melons. Her milky fair navel with a petticoat covering her lower half was on display for the boy. He rushes into her again. She hides by turning around to face the wall, displaying her sexy back to the boy.

He enjoyed her frontal structure. He now starts to cherish her back-humped fleshy structure. The U cut off her yellow blouse with a single thread knot tied on top. Thick dark hair covered her milky bareback. His fingers twitch by watching the Two humped curves of her navel inviting to be pinched.

His fingers wanted to squash the Jasmine flowers hung on her hair messy. He moves closer and grabs her bare, heavy shoulders just below the low-cut sleeve of her blouse. He gently slides the hair away, revealing her fleshy white bareback.

She felt the boy’s face move around her back as his warm breath moved around her bare back. Fuck! he knew how to make ladies crazy? He starts by gently kissing the back of her neck. He then moves his lips slowly, sucking the bareback, starting near the shoulder.

His lips move, kissing and sucking all the way, covering every bit of her bare back. Her body was trembling with small goosebumps. As his lips neared the end of her blouse cut, his hand, which was on the shoulder, moved to pull the knot of her petticoat.

Uff, her petticoat falls to the ground displaying her heavy thighs and thick fleshy ass cheeks. Madhumita sheepishly moves her body, sticking to the wall. Jasmine flowers scramble all across the dusty floor as his finger yanks the thread.

The hand which undid her petticoat knot was now squeezing into her ass crack with his fingers trying to reach her wet pussy. Fuck, he spreads her legs apart in the standing position like a chicken. He quickly pulls away her drenched panty in a single swing of his hand.

She was nude below her navel. “No. No. Ahh.” She moans suddenly, desperate to feel his huge cock in her pussy. She never was this nude in front of any other men other than her husband. He bends her knee slightly, adjusting and spreading her ass crack wide open.

“Ah,” she shrieks in pain as his big hand spanks loud and hard unannounced on her shaky ass cheek. Her delicate fair ass cheek momentarily turns red. The huge meat of his cock head was being rubbed against her ass crack and all over her pussy.

He pushes her body, positioning her thighs, making her pussy accessible. He brushes his fingers, playing with her dangling earring and all around her ears, teasing her. His dick head slowly pierces into her juice-dripping pussy, “Ah,” she sucks in the air.

Her body trembled as his thick cock slowly continued to pierce through deep into her. Fuck, in her whole lifetime, she had never been fucked in that position ever. “Ah,” she continues to moan. The boy pushes his raw cock deep into her, submerging in her juices.

He moves measured moves in and out of her pussy, pressing his hands firmly on her bare back. After a few strokes, he drags her around. He grabs her huge mountainous boobs over the blouse pressing them by the sides. He digs his face into the mountain.

The glass bangles jiggle as she tries to push him away. He madly squeezes her huge melons over the blouse, and his lips kiss-suck her neck and the upper bare skin of her mountain boobs. He drags her to one of the single cots and pushes her over it.

There were two single cots in the room. Probably two guys stayed in this room. Wasting no time, he leaps on top of her. She spreads her heavy thighs displaying the proper position for the hunk to continue fucking her. He looks right into her eyes.

“Hey, Aunty, I undressed you with my eyes when I saw you the very first time. I was dying to fuck you. Ah, finally, I got a chance.” He rubbed his meaty dick head over her creamy shaved pussy, enticing her. He slowly slides. She struggles, “Ahh.”

She grabs the fit shoulder of the young boy, pressing her finger with her nails digging into the skin of the boy. He continues to slide his thick rod deeper and deeper into her warm pussy. “Ah,” her pussy was experiencing such a thick and long cock for the first time.

She moans with her mouth wide open, watching the expressionless face of the young boy. Pussy lips shivered, taking his raw cock sweetly inside. Her pussy drank his thick cock, wrapping it tightly. As his cock finally dug deepest, her eyeballs bulged, and she tightened the hold on his shoulder.

He slides his cock in and out of her pussy, slowly stroking her. He grabbed her huge melons over the blouse. “Aunty, aah,” he increases the speed of his bangs with his balls hitting her pussy. Taking deep breaths with her mouth wide open and her eyeball watching roof, “Ya, Uff.”

He went merciless. Her hands move from his shoulder and grab the sides of the bed. He was pounding hard with his cock hitting her pussy hard and fast. She was in a mode never before. “Ah,” her pussy shoots juices which fly, drenching his cock and dripping onto the bed.

She felt awkward since her pussy never leaks soo much. The boy reduces his speed and lifts both her legs. She expected him to stop, but keeping her legs midair, he continued to hit her pussy hard. His every hard stroke gave her moments she will never forget.

She never imagined in her dreams to have walked so far into a much younger boy’s room and lay bare for him. She felt cold on her husband with suddenly lost love and respect. She was enjoying the bull’s wild, mad bang. He suddenly drags out his cock.

Both were sweating profusely at that moment. He unhooks her blouse and pulls away the bra strap easing her heavy tankard boobs free. He pulled her boobs out, which were milky white with two thick dark nipples. His cock shook, seeing the spotless mountain boobs.

Like a hungry animal, he grabbed the delicate boobs with both of his hands. He squeezes them harder and harder. His hard squeeze left momentary red marks. He poked his cock into her pussy again and continued stroking like an animal hitting her pussy hard, “Aunty, Aunty.”

“Hey, stop. Ah, No. I am done,” she was shouting and moaning. “No, Aunty. What a pussy! I never liked girls in front of aunties,” he continues to pound. “Hey, stop. You will tear my pussy”. “Noooo”, he continues to bang, hitting her pussy harder.

His hands firmly massaged and squeezed her big nipples. She felt relieved when he finally pulled out his cock. He moved over her tummy, “Here. Take a drink. Ah,” his thick cum flew all over, drenching her body, especially her boobs. A few droplets flew on her pretty face.

She always hates cum. The boy, who was almost 15 years younger than her, was now in control of her. He forces by saying, “Drink, or I will send you out.” She puts on an angry face and sheepishly licks a few droplets off her boobs. He beams with happiness, “That’s my aunty.”

He turns on the fan and hands her water. Withing a small gap of less than 10 minutes, he leaps onto her again. He starts to lick her soft, delicate boobs. She felt excited seeing his cock, which was rock solid so quickly. He rotates her over her belly and drags her sexy body to one edge of the single cot.

He widens her ass crack and massages those sexy curves from the crack to the ass cheek. Oh god, it’s a sight, guys. He drives his hard dick, which travels deep into her from top down. “Ah,” she takes a deep breath as his cock is deeper in unexplored areas.

His hands held her ass cheeks by the sides while his cock adventured into the deeper areas of her pussy. She couldn’t take it since her hubby never pushed so deep into her. He spanked her ass hard and painful. He fucked her vigorously and mercilessly as there was no tomorrow.

She was loudest with her moans, “Ah, stop. Please,” He never listened to her. Instead, the word stop only increased the speed of his thrusts. After long drilling, he stops. She turns around and runs to the washroom to pee. She noticed her pussy which was red, but there was no pain.

She sees love bites around her neck, boobs, and spank marks on her ass cheeks in the mirror.

The moment she returned from the washroom, he dragged her again. This time he lifted her arms and started to suck her armpits. “Ah, No,” she laughed out of a tinkling sensation. His phone rings, breaking the fun. He speaks to somebody. He tells the person on the call Not to come.

She understood that the call was from his roommate. After the call, she asks to leave. He closes her mouth, “Shhhh. No more talking, aunty.” He suddenly asks, “Aunty, I want you to get banged in a threesome with my roommate.” She denies, “What! No. What do you mean?”

He closes her mouth and dugs his face between her thighs. “Hey, Ah. What are you doing? Noooo”, she tries to push him away. “Wait, just feel my tongue,” his lips lock again with her pussy. He pushes her hands away and starts sucking her pussy.

He pushes his tongue into her pussy. He breaks the sucking just to say, “How tasty is your pussy.” She continued to moan as his lips sucked every bit of wetness out of her pussy. Her body was in the heavens as he continued to eat her pussy.

He tempts her with his comments, “Imagine another dick. Imagine one dick in pussy, one in your ass hole. Imagine one dick in your mouth and another in your pussy. Imagine one mouth on one boob and another on another boob.”

She started to imagine, and her pussy was slimy with juices for the nth time. She had no count of her orgasms. She begs, “No. Please no. Don’t tell anyone.”

He continues to eat and talk, “I want your pussy to be banged by two cocks.”

“I am married,” as he bites her pussy slightly.

“Aunty, next time, do you want me?”

“Ah, yes, I want you,” She agrees without even thinking.

She rests all day long the next day. Her head needed a lot of time to come out of her wild time with the young man. She did no work. She just rested and slept all day. She had to apply coconut oil to her sore pussy.

Will she ever meet him again? But she will never forget this boy in her lifetime.

I end this story here. Thank you, all ISS readers.

Hi, my name is Darshan. I am 30 years old from Andhra Pradesh. I work as a software engineer in a reputed company. My wife is Madhuri. She is 27 years old with a hot figure of 34-30-34. Her ass is the main attraction in her whole body. It was a lazy day as I had to work from home that day.

I sat in the living room watching TV. Madhuri was taking a bath, and I heard her phone vibrating on the table in front of me. I never checked her phone in the 2 years of my marriage life even though I can unlock it with my fingerprint, too.

Just feeling so bored, I opened the phone and saw there were WhatsApp messages from her friend Suresh. He was a coworker when she worked in her previous company and they are close. I just went through the chat that they had and their texts terrified me like anything.

They made me horny, too, to be frank. I saw they had a call for over 29 minutes two days back. The messages after the call are as below.

Madhuri: Fuck, that was awesome. I cum in the washroom, you know.

Suresh: Shit, I would have licked it clean, just like the way I licked your dirty hairy, sweaty pussy for the first time.

Madhuri: Yeah, I do remember how shy I was. But still, you were so horny that you pulled my pants along with my panties.

Suresh: I, too, remember how you closed your legs together and placed your palm over your pussy.

Madhuri: You didn’t let me keep it for more time. You were so horny that you pushed me to the wall placing your hand on my throat and pushing your finger into my dry pussy. I felt like a knife piercing my pussy.

Suresh: I didn’t let you scream, too, locked your lips with mine. You are a bitch, too, who started to leak a lot on my fingers in no time.

Madhuri: You licked them like a dog, remember?

Suresh: Yes, I do. I wish we could go on those days where every weekend you would visit my room. I had the opportunity to fuck you sexy holes and fill them with my thick cum.

Madhuri: Shut up. Don’t make me horny again now. I have a lot of work to do.

Suresh: When can we meet again? I am missing you, bitch.

Madhuri: I am married now and cannot get involved in the fun like earlier.

Suresh: Are Ranjit and Shajit in touch with you?

Madhuri: No, the last time I met them was when they visited Hyderabad and stayed in your room.

Suresh: Yeah, I remember how your moans and screams echoed all over my room that night.

Madhuri: You, too, teamed up with them and did spare me that night, idiot.

Suresh: I am the one who rubbed ice the next day on your swollen holes and massaged your body

Madhuri: But once they came to normal, you used them till they got swollen, right?

Suresh: Of course, that is the reward for the service I gave.

Madhuri: Ok, got to get into a call, bye.

I scrolled down but couldn’t find any such texts after that day. I was hard and rubbed my dick over my shorts. I heard my wife finishing her bath, so I placed her phone back where it was. She came out dressed up and asked me to drop her at the office.

I dropped her, and while doing so, I made sure I applied brakes many times. Every time her 34-sized boobs touched my back, my mind went back to thinking about how Suresh, Ranjit and Shajit played with them. It made me horny, too.

That was the moment it struck me that my wife wrote a diary. So she should have made a note of the incidents in it. I remember Suresh is a friend of hers from the year 2018. So I knew where her diaries of the previous years were kept.

They were stored in a cardboard box and placed on one of the shelves. After dropping her off at the office, I rushed back home and searched for her diary for this year. I went to the date on which she chatted with Suresh.

I began to read it:

I had a great day today. I thought everything was routine, and just then Suresh texted me asking where I was. Once he got confirmation that I was in the office, he sent me a video saying, “Use headphones.” Downloading, I got to know it was the last session that I had with him in his room before my marriage.

I connected my earpods and played the video while sitting in my seat at low volume. It was the video where he placed the phone near the window with his erect dick visible. Then, walking to the bed, he sat down and slept. I caught his dick and started to suck it.

In the video, I can clearly see my wet pussy with white liquid oozing as I cum once already. My asshole was also visible in the video. I was sucking his dick, making sounds. The slurping sounds are clearly heard. I then caught his dick positioning and sat on his huge dick.

It was really bigger than my husband’s. I couldn’t stop comparing the three dicks that I took till now in my life. Ranjit’s was the biggest, which took my virginity and then Suresh’s came next. After Suresh, it’s Shajit and then my husband.

I rose myself to the tip of his dick and sat down on it with full force, making a loud ‘thap’ sound. I loved the sound and rode him for some 15 minutes. Suresh was also not silent for those 15 minutes. He slapped my boobs so hard. I screamed at the top of my voice.

I bit him, too, when he poked his finger into my ass hole. (I love fucking the ass, but Madhuri never allowed me to fuck her ass). I missed those days when they fucked me every day somehow or the other.

Reading my wife’s diary made it so hard that I started to stroke my dick reading it. I wanted to know what happened that day. I was praying to god that she wrote down the details of how Suresh fucked her. No, No, I want to know how Ranjit took her virginity.

I went to the shelf and searched for the year 2018, when she was working along with Suresh. I started to move the pages to find some words like dick, pussy or sex. At last, after searching for 15 mins and rolling all the pages thrice, I found.

I found the words at the bottom of the page. “I should not have let Suresh fuck me. I should have been in control. I should have stopped him from going further.” It was June 29 2018.

I stopped there and opened the page. I started to read what happened that day. I am excited to know about my most innocent wife, who doesn’t let me look at her holes. She doesn’t even let me fuck her if she didn’t shave her pussy.

Thank you, writerboy, for penning down this experience. Feel free to reach out to me on my Insta handle @darshan.c69. Please leave feedback for the writer on his email [email protected].

“Hey Krish, how are you? What’s up with you these days? Married? Where do you live currently?” asked Ashwini, my married best friend.

Hello everyone, I am Krish, a 29-year-old guy from Hyderabad currently residing in the USA with another incident from my life.

Before diving into this storyline, I want to thank every reader of my stories who has taken the time to message me and strike up a conversation. Thank each one of you for your valuable feedback, comments, and discussions.

Anyone who is reading my story for the first time is welcome. For comments, feedback, or to say hello, you can reach me at [email protected].

Coming back to the story.

Ashwini was my best friend at my office back in India. We were more than friends and had already shared how it started on this website. And for the rest, do ping me.

In Jan 2020, she married, and our sessions ended after that. We lost touch during COVID-19 and moved on with our lives, except for wishes on birthdays.

On the 27th of December this year, I received a message from Ashwini.

“Hey Krish, how are you? What’s up with you these days? Married? Where do you live currently?” it read.

Though surprised, I replied with the details and was curious why she had asked all these out of the blue. A couple of days later, I got another text from her, and we connected again.

Ashwini told me she is also in the USA and is in Redmond, the city I currently live in. Happy to know she also resides nearby. I asked her if this weekend worked for catching up.

Ashwini agreed, and we decided on the place and time to meet. On Saturday, around 1.00 pm, outside the restaurant, I saw Ashwini in flesh and blood after 4 years. All the memories came rushing back, bringing me a broad smile.

Exchanging pleasantries and a warm hug on the street, we headed in. Once we settled in, our seated words started to flow, reminiscing about the time we spent together and away from each other.

We spoke about our lives after we lost contact. Ashwini teased me about my sex adventures and spoke about her own with her husband.

Gradually the conversation drifted towards the time we both spent together, our sex adventures and sexcapades we did in the office at her place and also mine. As the memories refreshed, I saw a change in Ashwini’s behaviour. Her eyes widened, and her frequency of touch increased.

During the time we were fucking around, if one of us was horny or wanted some action, we had a code to let the other know. A double tap on the hand and a triple-eye blink.

I thought Ashwini did the code but was unsure, so I had to re-confirm. Once I got the assurance I needed, my eyes widened, and I felt all the blood rush to my lower body, making my dick hard.

Watching me get excited, Ashwini lowered her eyes with a blush. I wasted no time, and we exited the restaurant and were in my apartment in no time. As we entered the apartment, I pulled Ashwini onto me while she checked out the space. This surprised her, but as she knew me well, she obliged.

Turning her towards me, I started to hug her by the waist and kiss her lips. The first intimate touch after 4 years. Ashwini responded well, kissing me back.

Crushing her body against mine in the hug. I could feel the desire and lust running through every ounce of her body. Pushing the trenchcoat away, I continued kissing her lips and pulling and biting them.

Breaking the kiss, I tried to strip her Kurta in the blink of an eye. It felt like I was trying to make up for the lost time. This act of mine revealed her boobs covered in a black bra.

Creamy-colored melons with dark chocolate brown nipples have aged like fine wine.

“Ne mogudu baga pisukuthu nadu ga vetini,” I said, eyeing her boobs.
(Your husband is squeezing them well.)

Ashwini nods with a blush. I move closer and unhook the bra pulling it away, revealing the boobs in their entirety. Ashwini covers her boobs in shyness, but I pull her hands down and ask her to stay that way.

While Ashwnini remained topless, I started to undress myself to just my underwear. My dick was forming a tent in it, ready to get out of its shackles.

“Abba enni years ayindo vedini chusi,” she said, looking at my dick.
(It’s been ages since I have seen him.)

“Enduku roju ne mogudu modda chudatam leda denga appudu,” I tease her.
(Why? Don’t you see your husband’s dick when you are fucking him.)

“Abba ala kadu bey, entha ayina nedi veru thanadi veru kada,” she responded.
(It’s not like that. Both your dicks are different and unique.)

We moved into the bedroom while continuing our conversation.

“Inka teyara dani bayataki,” she demanded. (Take it out now)

I pulled my undies down with a nod which sprung my hard dick at her. Ashwini moved closer to touch it. I was standing naked before her as she touched my dick. A shiver ran through my body. A touch I was used to felt yet very new and energetic.

Looking at Ashwini, whose eyes were fixated on my dick, I blurt out, “Patukovatam hey na inka em ayina kuda chesthava?” (Will you touch or do anything else too?)

Ashwini smiled, unbuttoned her jeans, and removed them. Kneeling, she sits with her face close to my dick. I could feel her breath on it, making my dick waver.

Ashwini grabs my dick with her hand and pulls the foreskin back, and kisses the pink mushroom tip. This act of hers causes me to collapse onto the bed. Spreading my legs wide, she accommodates herself between them.

Eventually, the kisses on the tip moved to the entire shaft length. Gradually the kisses turned into licking and biting, which turned into engulfing my whole dick in her mouth.

“Ah, Ah, Abbaaa enni rojulu ayindey Ash ne notlo na modda peti,” I moan
(It has been a while since I put my dick in your mouth.)

“Ne chekkatham tho okasariga 5 years back tesukoni vellavu nanu” I continue
(With your sucking, you took me back 5 years in time)

“Adi alagey motham tesuko,” I say as I hold her hair and push her head deep onto my dick. (Yeah, take it entirely.)

This makes her gag, and she stops to catch her breath.

“Ne abha mellaga ra, time ivu adjust avadaniki,” Ashwini shouts. (You asshole, give it time to get used to.)

“Ye, ne mogudidi appudu petukoleda?” I counter back. (Why haven’t you sucked your husband ever?)

“Abha ala kadu bey petukuna kani thanadi ne antha lavu ga undadu,” she replied (It’s not like that; it is not as fat as yours.)

This one statement instilled immense pride and lust in me at once, and I don’t know why to date.  I walk to her, pull her up, and kiss like a mad dog.

Ashwini responds well. I turn her towards the bed pus, push her down, and bend to remove her panty. Spreading her legs wide, I guide my dick straight into her pussy. Ashwini’s eyes widened with a loud moan, looking at me in surprise and pain.

Smiling at her, I grip her thighs and thrust my dick inside her, and start pounding like a raged bull. Throwing her hands above her head, Ashwini closes her eyes and starts to move her body. Her hips begin to move in sync with my thrusts, and her boobs swivel every time I go deeper.

“Ah, Krish mellaga, ra,” she moaned. (Slowly Krish).

I had a deaf ear to all her requests. Placing her legs on my shoulders, I continued banging her by moving my penis in and out at a fast pace. With her legs on my shoulders,

I continued moving in and out of her, watching her boobs swing with my every stroke. Ashwini’s phone started to vibrate a lot, and she attended it.

“Rey Anil(her husband) vastha anadu ra pick chesukovadaniki inko 30 minutes lo,” Ashwini said between her moans. (My husband will come to pick me up in 30 minutes)

Upon hearing that, I started to pump even faster. I used my hands to squeeze Ashwini’s boobs and pinch her nipples, which caused her to shout in pain.

The thrusting of the penis in and out caused her to moan, but eventually, the moans turned into shouts. Eventually, I pulled her legs wide and fucked her hard, and started to go berserk speed. This made her moans stutter.

I was on the verge of cumming, so I asked her where I should do it, and she asked me to do it inside her. On hearing that, I drop her legs, fall on her, and continue banging her.

Ashwini’s boobs and her nipples were being crushed against my chest. At the same time, my hips moved at high speed, thrusting my dick deeper into her vagina and pushing and pounding her hard.

At last, I loaded her pussy up with my cum along with a massive moan, and I dropped dead on her as my dick started to twitch inside her walls.

Once my dick started to get flaccid, I fell beside her and started to gather my breath as I saw her struggling to collect herself. Glancing at the watch, she was getting ready and ensuring she looked presentable. Meanwhile, I even got myself dressed up.

Once Ashwini decided everything was good, we headed to her drop-off location, where I met her husband. He invited me to their house the following weekend.

That’s it for now, folks. What happened at their home, how I got introduced to the world of cuckolds, and how Ashwini learnt more about her family will be continued.

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Hi, this is John, age 28, living in Chennai and occasionally visiting Bangalore, working in an MNC. This is my fantasy story. Read and comment.

The story will be narrated from the perspective of Sharmila.

Hi all, this is Sharmila, 26, living with my husband Rahul. We had a love marriage and he gave me all the happiness. He was good at bed too. I was also happy with him. As a result, we had a son Rakesh, who was 10 months old. But I could not have a proper talk with my mom, dad, and other relatives. They were against my love marriage and saw me as a convict.

Last week, my cousin came to invite me and my husband to his marriage. Once my cousin went, my husband told me he wouldn’t come.

A few days later, I realized that today evening was the reception and the next day morning was the marriage. So, I was thinking about all these things in my kitchen. A sudden thought came to me, “Should I ask Rahul once again?”

So I went to my bedroom. My husband was getting ready to go to the office. He was working as a planning manager in a company.

Me: Dear, we can go to this marriage? I think only then we can improve our bond with my family. (I asked him pleadingly.)

Husband (Rahul): No Sharmi, if you want to go, please go. I won’t stop you, but I can’t come to your relative functions.

Me: Please, dear.

Rahul: No, stop this topic right away.

I sadly returned to the kitchen.

That day afternoon:

As I fed my son, I thought to ask Rahul once again. I called him after lunch.

Me: Honey, can you come to the wedding?

Rahul: Sorry dear, I can’t come. My GM and I are going to Mumbai for an emergency plan and discussion. I will not be able to come home even tomorrow evening.

Me: Oh, really?

Rahul: Yes honey. So, do one thing. You go to the reception and come tomorrow morning once the marriage is done. Is it okay?

Me: Oh, okay dear, take care.

Rahul: Okay honey, bye, see you.

I tried to put milk in the feeding bottle, but it was too hot, so I let it cool. I filled my water bottle and went to my bedroom. I packed a set of dresses for me and my son along with a bottle of water in my bag. My son Rakesh was sleeping. If he wakes up, he wouldn’t let me take a shower. So I thought this was a good time.

As I showered and dried my head, Rakesh cried. I wrapped myself in a towel and went to my bedroom. He cried a little loud. I thought while feeding him, “Rakesh is a symbol of our love and we should raise him well.”

Once I fed him, I put him in the baby walker in our hall.

Me: Rakesh, play here for some time. Meanwhile, I will prepare for the marriage and then prepare you as a hero. Then, we will go to marriage, ok?

Rakesh: Q….Q…

He smiled and I kissed his cheek and went to the bedroom to get dressed. I removed the towel and started wearing my inner clothes. Then I saw myself in the mirror.

Me (to myself): A traditional woman, 26 years old, body measurements 32-30-34, wears only a pair of white bra and panty, and black petticoat.

I enjoyed my stats and figure. I wore a maroon-colored silk saree with a golden colour border blouse. I tied the hair like a bun hairstyle and put a jasmine flower on it. Finally, I checked the time and it was 5.15 pm. I had planned to start at least by 6.00 pm.

Then I got Rakesh ready and started leaving. I reached there at 6.45 pm, but I was disappointed as no one spoke to me properly. My husband Rahul was always right, he understood situations and people perfectly. I didn’t want to stay there under these conditions and planned to go home that night itself.

Along with one of my cousins, I gave gifts to the bride and after dinner, I walked toward the bus stand to catch the last bus at 10.00 pm. I reached there at 9.45 pm but I didn’t see any bus till 10.45 pm which scared me.

Meanwhile, Rakesh started crying for milk. I checked the feeding bottle but I forgot it at home. I wanted to feed Rakesh, but it was an old bus stand building. I looked outside and only a few vehicles were passing by. Inside, an old man (probably a beggar) was sleeping in a corner.

I sat in a corner and started breastfeeding my son. After 10-15 minutes, Rakesh fell asleep and then I heard a voice.

Old man: I am very hungry, someone please give me something to eat.

I left Rakesh sleeping there and went near the old man (uncle).

Me: Uncle, are you okay?

Uncle: Hungry…Water…Hungry…Water…

He kept saying the same thing. I gave him the water bottle.

Me: Uncle, please get up.

He struggled to get up and I helped him to sit.

Me: Please have it.

Uncle (after completely drinking it): It’s not enough. Hunger, please save me.

He begged me by holding my leg.

Me: Uncle… Uncle, I have nothing.

At that time, Rakesh whined and we both looked at him. Uncle begged me to find something. I wanted to save him.

Me: I have some milk, but how can I give it here? This is not a good place.

Uncle: Yes, where do you want to go?

I told him my address.

Uncle: As of now, there is no bus to go there and this is also not a good place to stay. So, come with me. We have a safe place nearby, and from there, you can go to your home tomorrow morning.

I shook my head in confusion. I followed him and we went there. There were under-construction apartment buildings nearby, many small huts, all of which were either residential or store rooms. He guided me into a room and started urinating outside.

I turned on the light. It was a store room and was dirty. I found a pillow and a rug nearby. I didn’t know why it was here. The old man came into the room and switched off the light.

Uncle: Why did you turn it on? Someone might see and come here. Just don’t do it again.

I nodded. He put the mat on and asked me to come. I put my son on a towel quite some distance away. He was sleeping. I put my bag there. I adjusted my saree pallu, unclasped 2 hooks of my blouse, and lifted my bra.

Me: Ok, come and drink.

The old man came in a hurry but he struggled to reach my nipples.

Uncle: Can you remove the saree pallu and blouse? I can’t suck your nipple.

I sat down and removed my saree pallu and blouse. He took off my bra and helped me remove my blouse and threw it away. I was half naked.

Me: Come. (signaling toward my left boob)

He began to suck my boob badly and sometimes he was biting too. He may not have bathed for more than ten days. But I couldn’t stop rubbing his head. He had only been drinking for 10 minutes and the left boob was empty. He shifted his position towards the right chest, which was full. I turned myself accordingly and as he lied down, I put my right nipple in his mouth. I fell asleep, rubbing his head because of the late night and reception exhaustion.

The old man gently touched my navel and hovered over my hips. I was drowsy. He touched my full back and reached my butt. I thought it was my husband. I was horny by his touches.

Me: Honey, do it slowly.

I hugged him very tightly and rubbed his head and back. He understood what I was doing and lifted my saree, and rubbed my pussy over the panty. The dirty old man put a finger in the pussy and wiggled it. He tried to put one more finger in my pussy.

Me: Honey, it is enough, lick it. (I pushed his head towards my pussy)

He removed the panty and started licking my sweet pussy. The old man’s tongue was playing over my pussy lips. I spread my legs and his tongue divided my pussy lips to reach inside. He flicked his tongue up and down. I caressed his head with one hand and rubbed my nipples with the other.

Within a few minutes, I cummed over his head by moaning like anything!

Me: Honey, please fuck me, Fuck me very hard.

These words made him more horny and he became nude and removed my saree and pulled my petticoat down and threw it away. Now I was completely nude in front of a stranger. He smelled all over my body.

Me (I was still thinking it was my husband): Honey, what are you doing? Fuck me. Fuck me.

I was pleading with him by spreading my legs and preparing my pussy for his fuck.

He knelt, spread my legs, and gently rubbed his cock on my pussy.

Me: Honey, sh shhhhh…

He increased the rubbing speed and rubbed for some time. All of a sudden, the old man pushed his dick into my pussy.

Me: Ohhh honey!

I lost my breath and realized it was not my husband. I woke up and saw the old man riding over pussy. My pussy was filled with his rod, it was such a huge cock. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t even breathe out, then how could I stop him? I understood I couldn’t do anything.

Meanwhile, he increased his speed. His cock was really huge and he was fucking me at a great speed Whenever I sounded uncomfortable, he kissed my neck and forehead. I placed my hand over him, he was muscular, and I felt impressed by his power at this age. But his only focus was fucking me very hard. He obeyed the words that I told him while sleeping.

After 20-25 minutes of hard fucking, he shot his semen over my hip.

Me: Ohhh my uncle! Ahhh..

I dragged him kissed on his forehead and hugged him. He slept over me and I also slept there. Then I felt someone licking my pussy at midnight.

Me: Uncle, what happened?

Uncle: Cleaning here.

Me: No need, we will do it in the morning. Come and sleep.

Uncle: Hmm, fine then.

Me (dragged and hugged him): How was I?

Uncle: You are a goddess from heaven. I won’t forget this night ever.

Me: Good.

I again kissed his forehead and started to search for my son, bag, and clothes. Where is my son, bag, and clothes?

He also searched and understood that someone else was there. Suddenly, the lights were turned on and 4 people came inside and locked the door.

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The next morning, I woke up in the usual time, finished my house chores, and sent everyone for work. I checked on Rajan, he was still sleeping. It was 10 am.

Me: Rajan, get up, it is already 10 am.

He said nothing and was shocked on his bed.

Me: What happened? Get up, freshen up and have your breakfast. You need to take tablets, right? Come.

Rajan: Yes.

Me: Then come.

I got him to the restroom. It was outside of our home, like a bathroom with an Indian type of latrine. I helped him to brush up and wash his face. He hesitantly saw the toilet and I understood.

Me: Ok, once you pee and come, I will serve food for you.

After he returned –

Me: All done? Sit here on the floor in the hall.

Then I prepared idly and sambar that day. I fed him and gave him a tablet and water.

Me: Good boy. Now, go and sleep for some time.

Rajan (while I was moving towards the kitchen to clean the plates): Listen.

Me: Yes, da?

Rajan: One minute.

Then he fell on my foot and said: Sorry, Jaya sister.

I understood why he was talking like this.

Me: Go and wait in the bedroom. I will come.

Then I cleaned everything, closed the door, and went to my room. He was crying on my bed.

Me: Hey Rajan, why are you crying like this?

Rajan: Sorry, sister.

Me: At this age you should be strong and bold, right? But you idiot!

Rajan: Sorry for my actions last night with you.

Me: Hey, why sorry?

Rajan: I only did wrong to you.

Me: No, I could have controlled your actions, right? It is my fault also, no worries.

Rajan: No, it is only my fault.

He was crying by pushing his face on pillows and I also cried and felt guilty for him.

Me: Hey Rajan, see me (I rotated his face towards me. His face was red and wet because of crying). Why are you crying this much? Idiot. Hey, Rajan (he closed his face with his hand). Hey, look at me once. Hey (I sat beside him on my bed and held his face on my lap).

Me: Hey see me, I told you to see me (I shouted and I wiped his face with my saree’s pallu. He hugged his hand over my hip, and felt his warmth and snoring on my navel and aroused me.

Me: Why are you blaming yourself? I was also part of last night. Then you can blame me also (I kiddingly cried like covering my face with my palm).

Rajan: No sister, don’t cry.

Me (he took my hand): Then?

Rajan: No, I only did wrong to you.

Me: We both did and we enjoyed it, correct? Then, how was it wrong?

Rajan: Did you enjoy my fuck?

That word fuck made me aroused again.

Me: Yes, what about you? Didn’t you enjoy me yesterday?

Rajan: You are a goddess for people like me. You are an awesome care-giver, not only to me but to others too in this house, who have family or not. That’s why I want to say sorry for that. But while thinking about your assets, they make me mad.

Me: Assets? What assets? What do you mean? (I understood what he was saying, but I was playing with him)

Rajan: I can’t tell in words.

Me: Then if you want to do actions with me after only you can explain to me. (I raised my eyebrows in the question sign with a smile) Tell me.

Rajan: No (he blushed and hugged. His mustache poked on my navel.)

Me (I pushed him): Hey, you have yet to answer my questions.

Rajan: I don’t think what and all I had with you last night because I was unconscious. I did that wrong to you that time only.

Me: Rajan, don’t say the word wrong again and again.

Rajan: Sorry, but I sensed your assets when we were hugging. It was like a cushioned couch and I slept very well on you yesterday.

Me (aroused by his words): Hmm, good.

Rajan: And…

Me: And what?

Rajan: I sensed one more thing at that time.

Me: What is that?

Rajan: I felt warmth in my penis. I shook my hip and then only I understood, it was coming out of your hot vagina. I would have kept it there for some more time, but I was afraid and hugged you so tightly while my face was at your cleavage. Somehow, I slept last night.

I was completely aroused and my right hand was combing his hair. We stared at each other and I locked my cherry lips with him. I lip-locked him for 2 to 3 minutes, still my right hand combing his hair and my left hand roaming on his chest and stomach. I still felt a fever on him. But his hand was searching for something over my back.

Me (took my lips from his lip): Rajan, stop.

Rajan: It was tasty, why are you stopping?

Me: I think you still have a fever, it is not good to do it right now. Now you sleep, we will do it later, okay?

Rajan: But I don’t get sleep now, I am full of hunger (he told me while looking at my boobs).

Me: Hey, I understood. What do you think to do?

Rajan: Yeah (he gave a naughty smile).

Me: No, not today.

Rajan: Why?

Me: If I feed you, you can’t control yourself.

Rajan: No, I can, but you?

Me: I can control at some level, if you cross that, I will stop feeding you, are you ok with that?

Rajan: Yeah, sure,

He was eager to have it again and he was staring at my actions, while I was unhooking my saree pallu.

Me: Da, what are you looking at? Do you want to drink while laying on my lap?

Rajan: Yes.

Me (giggling): Oh, I think you think you are a baby.

Me (shouting): Hey, go to your pillow, I will be lying near you.

Then I unhooked my blouse and completely removed my bra. I was adjusting the saree pallu. He saw my 2 yellowish balls with brownish areola on them. (I don’t know if men are always tempted to look at women’s boobs.)

Rajan became mad. I lied down near him and guided him to my right boobs.

Me: Rajan, have it slowly, both are quite full. Okay?

No reply from him. I felt his mouth’s warmth on my boobs, the fever was still there. He placed my hand over my hip and roamed over my back and my butt. I simply caressed his head, hip, thighs, and back. Then I felt his dick started to hit my thighs over my saree. I enjoyed his eagerness and actions. But within 10 minutes, there were no reactions from him, except for slowly sucking my boobs. Yes, he slept because of my caressing. I giggled while seeing his face.

Then I hugged him and we took a nap while my right nipple was in his mouth. I used to feed him day and night, whenever others were not around us. He was always eager to fuck me, but considering his health conditions, I did not allow him until his fever was gone. I was also eager to be with him, because of his hunger for me.

After 3 to 4 days, the fever got reduced.

Me: Rajan, you did not take a bath for the last week, right?

Rajan: Yes, Jaya.

Me: I put a heater for hot water, and after some time, I will bath you. In between, I will wash your clothes.

Rajan: Thanks!

Me: Who wants your sorry? Come on, that is more than enough.

I giggled and went. He came while I was drying wet clothes.

Me: Go inside and remove your clothes. I will come with water.

When I was entering, he was standing in underwear.

Me: Remove your underwear. If you don’t remove it before, I will mix hot water with cold and then I will remove it myself.

Me (looking at him): So, are you going to remove it?

Rajan: No, why?

Me: Remove it, I want to clean there too.

Rajan: No, I won’t allow it.

I fought with him and made him completely nude. Then I giggled while seeing him nude. He felt shy.

Me: Now, sit on the chair (on a small chair in the bathroom).

While I was pouring water on him, he dragged a mug from my hand and tried to pour over my nighty.

Me: Hey Rajan, what are you doing?

Rajan: I became nude, right? Now, your turn.

Me: Why me?

Rajan: We will take a bath.

Me: Hey, I already took it.

Rajan: We will take it again or else, I will pour water on your nighty.

Me: Hey, no!

He tried pouring water on me.

Me: Hey, wait! I will remove it.

Rajan: That’s good.

Me (while removing my nighty): You can’t stand too much time in the water, you will get a fever again.

Rajan: If fever comes, you are here to take care of me.

Me: I won’t be available all the time, mind it. Now, sit down.

Rajan: No.

Me: What again?

Rajan: Remove your bra and panty also.

Me: Hey…

Rajan: Remove it, Jaya, please.

I also became nude. Then I poured water over his body and started to apply soap. He started kissing wherever over my assets while rubbing soap over him. When I rubbed over his leg, he was kissing on my forehead, cheek, and lips. When I rubbed on his right shoulder, he spotted kisses on my thighs, smelled near my vagina, and spotted kisses on my pussy lips. I held his shoulder tight

Me: Rajan, sh sh sh, Don’t kiss anywhere. It makes me excited.

Rajan: Are those things arousing you?

Me: Yes, that’s why I am doing it. Come, it is your turn now. Sit here, Jaya.

I obeyed his words. He started to apply the soap from my foot to my face, and bareback. He was doing it adequately. I took his dick by my hand, it was 90 degrees, and I started to play with it.

Rajan: You told me you want to clean my dick, but you forgot to do that.

Me: No, I did not forget anything. Now, I will take care.

Rajan: No, stand up. I want to apply soap on your butt,

I stood and he hugged me and started to apply soap to my butt.

Me: Rajan, take a brush and rub it on me.

Rajan: No, I do not want that. I will rub my body over your assets.

Then he hugged me and rubbed his body over me.

Rajan: What a size you have, goddess!

I was shaking his dick in my hand while I was enjoying his actions. My melon boobs were busted over his chest. Then hugged me from the back and pressed both my boobs and milk fell over the floor. I guided his hands toward my pussy.

Me: Rajan, fuck me, please fuck me.

He rubbed my pussy lips and started to finger me. Within 2 minutes, I reached my orgasm and sat on the chair while moaning like, “Sh sh aa…”

Rajan (came and knelt): What happened?

Me: You don’t know what happened to me now?! (I dragged him and locked my lips with his lips)

While kissing, I saw someone peeping at us from the bathroom door sideways! I shouted and pushed Rajan away from me.

Rajan: Jaya, Jaya, what happened?

He was afraid to shout.

Me (afraid): Someone is watching us from the bathroom door side gap.

I hurriedly poured water on me and closed my body with a bath towel.

Rajan: Where?

Then I showed that door gap to him and he checked there.

Rajan: Hey Jeeva, what are you doing here?

Jeeva came inside the bathroom, and looked at us. I was shy standing there with my towel over me.

Jeeva: Sorry, Rajan. Sorry, bhabhi. To disturb you two in between. You continue, I will wait in the hall. Once you people finish, then come outside.

Me: Rajan…

He was afraid and I hugged him.

Rajan: Hey Jaya, he just saw us and went.

Me: Yes, he saw us.

Rajan (while wearing his clothes): Jaya, don’t think too much. Wear your dress and come.

Me: Hmm (I took my bra and panty to wear).

Rajan: Jaya, no need for any inners, first dry your body, it is full of water. Then wear only nighty and come.

He closed the door and went.

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Hello doston, mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le, ki main aapki hot Bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar aap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

Main 35 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere stanno ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni kahani ka agla part.

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki subha jab main office gayi, to Varsha ne mujhe bataya ki Raman ne mujhe apne cabin mein bulaya tha. Fir jab main uske cabin mein gayi to usne mujhe ek gaon ki zameen ka masla bataya.

Usne kaha ki mujhe waha jaake waha ke sarpanch ko zameen bechne ke liye manana hoga. Fir ghar aake maine Ghosh babu se permission li, aur Raman ko ok bol diya. Raman ne usi waqt meri 2 din baad ki flight ki ticket karwa di.

Ab main kaafi excited thi. Chaliye ab aage badhte hai. 2 din mujhe office jaane ki zaroorat nahi padi. Maine apne bags pack kar liye, aur 2 din baad seedhe airport pahunch gayi. Raman ne mujhe ghar se pick karne ke liye gaadi bhej di thi.

Jab main airport pahunchi, to Raman wahi mera intezaar kar raha tha. Fir jaise hi main gaadi se baahar nikli, Raman mujhe dekhta hi reh gaya. Dekhta bhi kaise nahi. Ek to mera zabardast sexy figure. Upar se maine jeans aur t-shirt pehni thi.

Tight blue jeans mein meri ubhri hui gaand aur sath mein tight red t-shirt mein mere raseele mote-mote boobs aur gora rang. Ye dekh kar to kisi bhi mard ki aankhen mujhe nihaarna shuru kar de.

Fir main uski taraf badhi, aur woh mujhe dekh kar smile karne laga. Mere paas pahunchte hi usne mujhe hug kiya. Usne mujhe 2-minute tak hug karke rakha, aur mere boobs ko ache se feel kiya.

Fir woh mujhse alag hua, aur usne mujhse kaha-

Raman: Tumhe dekh kar mujhe lag raha hai, ki itne time se jo kaam nahi hua woh ab ho jayega.

Main: Dekhte hai, koshish to poori rahegi.

Raman: Hmm, chalo all the best. Tumhari flight time par hai, aur ye raha tumhara ticket.

Maine usse ticket li, aur usko firse hug kiya, aur airport ke andar chali gayi. Fir flight board ki, aur chal padi main apni manzil ki taraf. Kuch ghante ke safar ke baad main Jaipur airport par pahunch gayi.

Waha ke immigration office ke male officers mujhe upar se neeche dekh rahe the. Unki aankhon mein hawas saaf dikh rahi thi. Unko dekh kar mujhe hassi aa gayi. Maine socha duniya mein jaha marzi chale jao, mard ek jaise hi hote hai. Jaha sexy aurat dekhi, to unki aankhon mein chudai ki aag jalne lagti hai.

Fir main airport se baahar nikli, to baahar ek aadmi mere naam ka board liye khada tha. Main uske paas gayi, to woh bhi mujhe upar se neeche dekhne laga. Usne mujhse poocha-

Woh aadmi: Nikita madam?

Main: Haa.

Woh aadmi dheere se bola: Waah, kya cheez hai yaar.

Maine sun to liya lekin anjan ban kar boli: Ji, kuch kaha aapne?

Woh bola: Ji, nahi, madam. Welcome to Mandawa madam.

Main: Lekin ye to Jaipur hai na.

Woh aadmi: Arre madam jana to hame Mandawa hi hai. Waisa mera naam Nainsukh hai. Raman sir ne aapko mere baare mein bataya hoga.

Main: Acha to aap hai Nainsukh.

Nainsukh: Ji haa madam. Main head constable hu police department mein. Lekin mera Raman sir ke sath bahut pyar hai. Jab bhi yaha aate hai mujhse zaroor milte hai.

Nainsukh 5’8″ height wala ek dubla patla aadmi tha. Uska rang saawla tha, aur chehre par daadhi thi thodi. Saala shakal se hi kameena aur chutiya lag raha tha. Fir maine usse kaha-

Main: Hum Mandawa kaise jaane waale hai?

Usne gaadi ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha: Ye rahi hamari gaadi, jisme hum Mandawa jayenge.

Maine gaadi ki taraf dekha, to woh ek police jeep thi. Fir maine usse poocha-

Main: Hum police jeep mein jaane waale hai?

Nainsukh: Ji, kyun koi dikkat hai.

Main: Nahi dikkat to nahi hai. Lekin aur koi gaadi nahi thi aapke paas.

Nainsukh: Arre madam aap chinta mat karo. Police jeep se zyada safe gaadi koi nahi ho sakti. Saala koi rokne ki himmat bhi nahi karta. Aap chal kar baithiye, main aapka samaan le aata hu.

Fir main gaadi ki taraf badhne lagi, aur woh mera bag leke mere peeche-peeche chalne laga. Mere peeche se meri gaand dekh kar woh firse dheere se bola-

Nainsukh: Aaye-haye kya gaand hai, ek-dum mast. Kitni gori aur chikni maal hai. Saali haa bole to abhi chadh jau, aur maheena bhar bistar se hilne na du. Wahi chodta jau.

Maine uski baat sun li thi, fir bhi anjan bante hue poocha: Kuch kaha aapne?

Nainsukh: Nahi madam, main to bas bol raha tha ki aaj mausam acha hai. Waise is time yaha garmi hoti hai.

Main: Ok.

Fir main gaadi mein baith gayi. Nainsukh ne peeche samaan rakha, aur aake driver seat par baith gaya. Main sath wali seat par hi baithi thi. Fir woh dheere se bola-

Nainsukh: Aaj to gaadi chalane mein bahut maza aayega.

Maine firse anjaan bante hue poocha: Kuch kaha aapne?

Nainsukh: Main bol raha tha ki gaadi chalana asaan rahega aaj. Woh mausam acha hai na. Hawa achi chal rahi hai.

Main: Ok.

Fir usne gaadi start ki, aur drive karne laga.

Maine usse poocha: Waise yaha se Mandawa pahunchne mein kitna time lag jata hai?

Nainsukh: Madam 3:30 ghante to lag hi jayenge. Koi baat nahi aap aaram se comfortable hoke baithiye. Raaste mein aapko toilet wagaira jana ho to hum kisi hotel ya dhaabe par ruk jayenge. Khaana peena ho to bhi batayiyega.

Main: Theek hai.

Woh gaadi drive karta jaa raha tha, aur meri taraf dekhe jaa raha tha. Uski nazar mere badan par upar se neeche ghoom rahi thi. Kabhi woh mere boobs dekh raha tha, to kabhi meri kamar, to kabhi meri jaanghen.

Waise bhi tight jeans mein meri jaanghen lagti hi itni sexy hai, ki koi chaah kar bhi unko ignore nahi kar sakta. Woh itni hawas se meri taraf dekh raha tha ki agar main usko usi waqt bolti, to saala sadak par gaadi khadi karke hi mujhe chodne mein lag jata.

Lekin aisa kuch karne se pehle mera waha sab kuch jaanna zaroori tha. Fir sadak dekhte-dekhte meri aankh kab lag gayi, mujhe pata hi nahi chala.

Iske aage kya hua, ye aapko agle part mein pata chalega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye📲 mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

Hello, guys. My name is Ela, and I’m here to share my life’s sexual experiences. [email protected] is my ID. You can give your reviews in the comment section as well as on my ID.

I did my college in the US. There, I had an affair with a guy I met at a party. His name was Andrew. We got married just 6 months later and had a son together named Anshul Eric Branson. But happiness didn’t last long between us.

I started an affair with my classmate during my final year of college. Andrew found out. We had a divorce, and he fought for the custody of our son. He won and put a condition that I’d never be able to see Eric. Frustrated, depressed, heartbroken, and defeated, I returned to India.

Apart from my parents and siblings, no one knew about my marriage or child. And even my family was unaware of the reason for my divorce. My parents advised me to move on and treat it like it never happened. I was vulnerable and took their suggestion.

They started looking up guys for me and finalised one. His name was Shekhar. I got married soon after. My first marriage, my son, and my divorce all remained a secret buried inside my heart. For the outside world, my marriage seemed happy and successful. But in truth, it was a nightmare.

Though I had three daughters with him, I wasn’t happy. Shekhar was abusive. He’d beat me on the smallest of mistakes and cheat on me (3 times). He would often insult my parents and me. I wanted to find work for myself, but he never let me.

Thankfully, the nightmare ended when Shekhar went to prison. He always had an anger issue. And on one occasion, in a drunken state, he got into a fistfight with his colleague. Unfortunately, his punch landed badly and ended up injuring the guy severely. The man passed away.

Shekhar was booked for his murder and handed a long-term jail sentence. As per law, I was granted an easy divorce. I got the custody of my daughters, a hefty alimony and a big chunk of his property and money. I sold off the house and the property and moved to a different city.

I got myself a job and submitted myself to raising my daughters.

Years passed. My daughters grew up, and I went from being a young married girl to a mature single mother. Time had pushed my desire to see my son out of me. But I hadn’t forgotten about him. I sometimes thought of contacting him. But the court order was specific that I must never contact him. And that’s why I never went along with that idea.

It was in May of 2019 that I got a friend request from a white-blonde guy named Eric B. I checked his profile. He was a smart and young fellow. I usually don’t accept requests from strangers. But for some reason, I accepted his. 5 minutes later, I got a message from him telling me that he was my son.

The phone dropped from my hands. I never expected him to contact me. After all, he was just 1-year-old when his father divorced me. After getting a grip on my emotions and mustering courage, I replied to his message. At first, our conversation was awkward. But soon, we became comfortable with each other.

We’d talk on the phone on a daily basis. He wanted to know me and my life, and I, his. One day, he told me that Andrew (my first husband) had passed away. Eric was too young when I and his dad got divorced, and he had no memory of me. And his father never mentioned me.

It was when Andrew was on his deathbed that he revealed the truth to my son. Eric always thought that his stepmother was his birth mother. Since he was white and blonde, he never thought that he was half Indian. I felt guilty and asked for his forgiveness repeatedly.

But Eric held no grudge against me. He said that what happened was long ago and that I shouldn’t beat myself over it. He also told me that he has applied for his OCI card and would like to visit me soon. I said yes in a heartbeat. He arrived in India in February 2020 for business purposes.

It was in March that he was finally free and came to meet me. My daughters had gone to stay with my parents. I hadn’t told them about Eric. I didn’t know how to tell them. They grew up not knowing at all that they had a half-brother living halfway across the world.

Thankfully, I’d have a few days alone with Eric before tackling that problem. In the house, it was just me and my son. When I first saw him, I hugged him and cried. Eric comforted me and helped me calm down. A week passed. I’d take him out shopping and show him around the city.

I would take him to the monuments and historic places. We’d watch movies. He’d ask me to cook him all my favourite dishes, which I did. I was enjoying it. But something was weird. Despite everything, I wasn’t able to look at Eric as a mother would look at her son.

I kept telling my brain that he was my son. But my mind always looked at him as this dashing, handsome, young white guy. And boy, he is breathtaking. Eric had told me that he loved mountains. So, I had planned a trip to the Himalayas. I had a house there and thought it would be great to spend some days there.

Back then, we were hearing about the COVID on the news, but it hadn’t become the big thing just yet. But just 2 days after we arrived at my Himalayan house, the government declared the lockdown.

We were now locked in the mountains. But since people live sparsely there, we were able to go out and walk about without bumping into anyone.

One day, we were sitting on the deck at the back when Eric pointed into the distance and asked, “Mom, what’s that?”

“That’s an old temple,” I answered, sitting next to him, “it has historical as well as superstitious value. Locals say that if you offer your prayer there, then the thing you desire the most will come true.”

“Can we go there?” he requested. Enthusiasm sparkled in his eyes.

“There is no road. The only way to get there is by crossing the valley on foot. It’s half a day’s journey from one side. And there is nothing between here and the temple,” I explained.

“Great!” Eric exclaimed in joy, “I love trekking.”

“In that case, we’ll go tomorrow,” I replied, smiling.

We set out early the following morning. I took the backpack that I had brought with me from home. I had emptied one of the pockets to store food and water. I didn’t bother to check the remaining pockets.

We stopped at an abandoned and broken hut that stood at the halfway mark. It had an intact roof, but the walls were missing. The roof stood on 4 wooden logs. The floor was made of stones. On two sides, half of the wall was still there, but it was limited to a small corner. We sat under the shade to rest our legs for a bit.

It was around 2:30 that we reached the temple after crossing a vast valley and climbing up to the top of the mountain. It was the third mountain from my house. His visit gobsmacked Eric. His joy was unimaginable. He was having fun getting to know his Indian side.

After resting for a while and having our lunch, we set out for our house. The sun went down even before we could reach the base of the mountain. The sky had gone dark and cloudy, and a vast valley stood between us and the house. With our torches in hand, we began our long crossing.

Soon, the rain came pouring down. The bag was waterproof, but we were not, and neither were our clothes. I couldn’t risk opening my bag and letting water inside. And I knew very well that I had not packed an umbrella. Our only hope was for the rain to stop or for us to reach the hut that stood at the halfway mark.

By the time we reached the hut, we were completely drenched. Our clothes felt heavy. Eric put the bag down, and I quickly scuttled through its contents. However, I hadn’t packed any extra clothes in the morning. I was hoping there was a pair that I had forgotten to take out.

Though there were no extra clothes, I did manage to find a couple of dry towels and a rope in there. While I was going through the stuff in the bag, Eric managed to gather some dry wood and got the fire going. He fastened the rope diagonally. Then, he took his sweater off, rinsed it, and hung it to dry.

His shirt was the next to go on the wire. With the towel, he dried his hair and upper body. I watched with a gaping mouth as the towel moved slowly down his chest and caressed his chiselled abs. His gym-fit body, his bulky chest, and his muscular arms were doing something to me.

I tried telling my brain that it was my son standing in front of me. But the woman inside me was not in the mood to listen. Eric hadn’t noticed me admiring him. He turned his back on me and wrapped the towel around his waist. He dropped his pants and underwear.

They were soaking wet. I gasped silently. He unwrapped the towel, wiped his backside, and wrapped the towel back on. Eric turned, noticed me still in my wet clothes, and said, “Aren’t you going to dry yourself? You can catch pneumonia.”

He noticed my hesitation and faced the other way. But my hesitation wasn’t because I was too shy to get undressed in front of him. I couldn’t get the image of him moving the towel around his chest out of my mind. I took off my jacket and hung it on the wire.

It was made of leather, and I didn’t know if it would survive the following morning or not. I took off my T-shirt, rinsed it, and hung it next to my jacket. My bra was the next to come off. Every time I put a layer of my clothing on the rope, I took a step closer to Eric.

Finally, I was completely naked and a little more than an arm’s length from him. I dried my hair and my body, but there was a problem. The towel wasn’t big enough to cover my whole body. It could either cover my top or my bottom. I had to choose.

So, I wrapped it around my waist and pulled my hair to the front to hide my breasts. We sat down by the fire, shoulder to shoulder. I could see from the corner of my eye that Eric was trying his best not to stare at my boobs. He noticed me shivering with cold.

He taught me a technique to keep myself warm by rubbing my hands against my ribs. The fire can only do so much when you are completely naked under the mountains at night. We chatted to keep our minds distracted from the cold. I asked him about his first girlfriend.

He found it awkward at first but decided to answer my query to keep me distracted. Our conversation grew deeper. I was sitting close to the fire but did not realise how close I was. I shifted my leg a little to be more comfortable. The edge of the towel touched the blazing wood.

A spark jumped out from the flame, and my towel caught fire. I screamed in terror and jumped. Eric jumped to my rescue. He ripped the towel off my body and tossed it into the flame. Taking his towel off, he wrapped it around my shoulders like a blanket.

That’s what they do in the US to shelter someone from shock after a traumatic experience. I ran into his arms. His fingers met around my back. Eric was completely naked. And even I was bare from the waist down. But our minds were so caught up in the incident that we didn’t realise it.

His grip around my back began to loosen up. I begged him not to let go of me. He obliged my wish and asked me to sit down. In a single motion, we both went down. I sat in his lap with both my legs on one side and my head resting on his shoulder. The fire was burning behind me, warming my back.

I was at a safe distance now. Eric rubbed my back to comfort me. My hand touched his chest. In an involuntary motion, I started tracing circles around his nipples. It was when his dick started poking in my thighs I realised the situation. My nipple play was giving him a hard-on.

I knew I should have stopped, but my urges weren’t letting me. His hard cock made me wanna have him. I wanted him to take me then and there. I planted a soft kiss on his chest. A couple of seconds later, I kissed his chest again. This time, he responded by kissing my hair.

It encouraged me, and I moved up and kissed his neck. He moved his hand down my spine. It was too closer to my bare ass. His other hand cupped my face, and he kissed my forehead. I lifted my head and reached for his face. The towel dropped from my hands, and our lips met and locked.

We kissed like crazy and with great passion. His touch was gentle, yet there was a manliness in it at the same time. I turned in his lap to face him. My legs crossed over his. His dick pressed against my belly, sandwiched between our bodies.

His hands moved around my back and down my spine and grabbed my butt cheeks. He spread them wide as I grind his thighs with my wet pussy. I slipped off his lap and got on all fours. Eric put his hand on the back of my head and guided it towards his cock.

Grabbing my hair and making a ponytail in his hand, he aided my head movement as I sucked on his big delicious dick. He shot his head back, relaxed his body, and loosened his grip around my hair. I took his rod in my hand and started moving my fingers around it as I sucked it even harder.

He started grunting. His pelvis moved up and down, aiding my movements. Eric grabbed my hair tight and flipped me over. Fixing his toes on either side of my belly, he grabbed the edge of the shattered wall that once would have been a window sill. I grabbed his big masculine thighs as he mouth fucked me.

Soon, his thrusts got slower and eventually came to a halt. He pushed his rod deep down my throat. His balls pressed against my chin. And a huge load was shot into my mouth. Eric’s legs trembled as his dick unloaded into my mouth. My face had turned red, and my eyes were nearly popping out.

I wasn’t able to breathe. When he pulled out and got off me, I gasped and coughed. I flipped over and got on all fours. I was coughing relentlessly. Eric patted my back to help my breathing relax. Once my breathing normalised, I lay on my back and spread my legs.

Eric went down on me. His hands scaled up my body. His manly fingers grazed my boobs and found my hard nipples. My thighs cupped his ears, and my legs crossed around his head. He pinched my nipples as he planted a soft kiss on my pussy-lips and bit me down there gently.

That part took my arousal to the next level. I let out a murmured moan and arched my back to let him have more playing space. My hands ran through my hair. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Eric’s tongue traced circles around my pussy.

It moved my sweet clit up and down and round and round. My breathing had changed once again, but this time, it was slow, soft, and pleasureful. Eric parted the curtains that were my pussy-lips and pushed his tongue inside. His mouth now explored the depths of the path that he once came out of.

His tongue gently caressed the insides of my cunt like it was giving me a soft massage in there. I could hear the slurping sound my cunt made. I could feel the water filling up inside. He had hooked his tongue and was slowly tickling the upper walls of my pussy. “Oh, Fuck,” I let out a quiet moan.

“Yeah,” my voice was shaky. My legs loosened their grip around his head. My heels slammed onto the floor. I had reached the peak of my arousal. I couldn’t resist anymore. I wanted him inside me. So, in a shaky voice, I pleaded, “Oh, Eric, please fuck me, baby. Fuck me now.”

Eric pulled his head out and moved on top of me. I could see the wet juice of my pussy around his chin. He positioned himself firmly between my legs and gently guided his shaft inside his old room. His big and thick dick stretched my pussy in a way it hadn’t been stretched in a while.

It reminded me of his father, who had a similar-sized cock. It was a good thing that he inherited his genes in that department. When he entered me, I gave out a slightly louder and slower moan. It had been a long while since I had a cock inside my cunt.

I was craving for a cock for some time. But above all, I have been craving for his cock ever since I saw him at the airport. And now that he was inside me, I felt I had reached my zenith. Eric kissed me with each thrust. He began slowly. My pussy slurped with every push.

My hands combed his hair. His wet lips gave me the taste of my pussy juice. A short while later, Eric rolled over and asked me to get on top and ride him. I guided his hard rod into my hole. He grabbed my milkers. My head flung back, and my hands rested on his knees as I started to hop on him.

“O fuck. O honey, fuck me,” I moaned.

“Oh, Mom, it feels so good. You feel so good and warm,” Eric moaned. My pussy slurped even louder. “It feels so good to be inside you.”

“Oh yeah, honey. Oh yeah, make me cum. O baby, make mommy cum,” I cried as I rode his shaft. I had reached my point. I bent my back, pressed my palms against the floor, lifted my pussy and let the water gush out. It was like someone had turned a fountain on.

I didn’t see where I was aiming at. The stream lasted for a good minute. When I was empty, I sat upright and saw my boy’s face wet with mommy’s juice. He smiled and licked his lips. Eric asked me to bend over the wall. I grabbed the sill. He walked up behind me and slapped my ass.

He spat on my cunt and shoved his dick inside. Now, it was my time to make him come. He pulled my hair and began pounding me from behind.  My boobs jiggled. They smacked against my ribs, making a slapping sound.

“Oh… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck,” I moaned loud. My moans were filling the dark in the valley.

“You like it, Mom? You like my cock,” Eric muttered.

“Yes, baby. My baby, mommy loves your cock. Drill mommy’s pussy. Drill my pussy with your big fat shaft. Fill mommy up,” I cried. Eric got to the next gear and began smashing my cunt hard. My moans got even louder. “Fuck me, honey. Fuck me, do me like that. Do mommy hard. Mommy deserves it.”

“I love you, Mom,” Eric grunted.

“I love you too, my son. I love you too,” I replied.

His dick began to get stiffer. His thrusts were getting slower but more powerful. He was nearing his limit. Soon, I heard him grunt. His dick exploded inside my pussy and shot his entire load inside me. I wasn’t on birth control. But at that time, the thought didn’t even cross my mind.

When he pulled out, some of his cum dripped out of my pussy and spread over the floor. It was massive. I have never had this much load oozing out of my hole before. Eric lay on the floor, completely exhausted. We had been going at it for over an hour.

I lay next to him, resting my head on his chest and my leg across his waist. He caressed my hair, and I fell asleep in his arms. It was his sudden movement that woke me up. He was putting wood into the fire to keep it going. The rain had stopped, but it was still dark.

I checked my watch. It was quarter to six in the morning. The sun wouldn’t come up until 7. We had spent the whole night lying naked in the open, curled up in each other’s arms. I got up and dug into my bag. There were some leftover sandwiches from the day before.

After eating our mini breakfast and having some water, Eric suggested leaving. But I arrested him by the arm and asked him to sit next to me. I sat in his lap, facing him, and said, “We still have an hour and fifteen minutes of darkness at our hands.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you are,” replied Eric.

“Last night was so good that it would be a shame not to do a recap,” I kissed him.

“But you are my Mom,” Eric protested.

“I’m a woman, and you are a man. That’s all I see right now. I have been desiring to have you fuck me since I first saw you. I loved our sex. And I want it more. Don’t you? That hole used to be your home once upon a time. It’s only natural for you to be in there again.”

Eric hesitated at first but then gave into his primordial instincts. He laid me down, did me on the floor, and fucked me hard. I moaned really loud. We made our session a quick one.

As he approached the climax, I kissed him passionately. And when he finally cummed in me, I held his face and said, “Welcome home, son!” We smiled, and we laughed. We were back home before the sunrise.

From our window, I saw people searching the valley. They must have heard my moans the night before and wondered what it was. It was great fun to look at them.

As we were in lockdown, Eric and I had sex all the time for the next four months. He fucked me anytime and in every corner of the house. Eventually, it led to me getting pregnant. And yes, I kept the baby.

Well, guys, that’s my story. Hope you had fun.

Hi, friends! My name is Preeti and I am from Chandigarh, at present, my age is 28. This story is about my life and how I became the heart of my family.

Now, about my family, I have my dad and his name is Mandeep. He is a tall and healthy guy and I am his princess. We are two siblings, I am the elder one and I have a brother who is 2 years younger than me. His name is Priyansh.

We lost our mom when he was 3 and I was 5, so dad raised us and he was only mom and dad to me. There are a total 5 characters in the story including me and I will introduce you to the next 2 later.

This story started in our childhood, me and my brother were very close to each other and used to share all our secrets. We were always there for each other and loved each other. We used to discuss adult movies, etc. but never were attracted to each other.

It was back when I was 20 and my brother was 18. He was getting introduced to porn and was also becoming a addict day by day. He was very free with me, so sometimes he showed me some porn. But I wasn’t interested in them.

After a couple of weeks, he was introduced to these incest step-sister videos and always kept on watching them. He sometimes went to the bathroom and that was probably for masturbation.

One day, my brother asked me to watch the video and we both sat and watched the video. I said to him that this whole thing is so unreal and scripted and he agreed. The video wasn’t even attractive to me but the concept and story somehow raised my interest. I started searching about incest and was introduced to a sex story side. I started reading a story of how a brother convinced his sister to help him masturbate and I didn’t believe that at the end of the story, I was wet. This was the first time I got attracted to the incest thing, I continuously used to read incest stories (mostly bro-sis, dad-daughter, mom-son).

During this time, I sometimes had the thought of my brother but as were very close, I knew these would never happen, I once asked my brother.

Me: Have you ever read a sex story?

Priyansh: What’s that even?

Me: Something that you watch in videos but here it is written and you have to read.

Priyansh: Why the fuck will I waste my time reading such things when videos are available?

Me: They are quite good, you must try.

Priyansh: You have read any?

Me: Yes, quite a few.

Priyansh: Suggest me a good one then or narrate to me one. I don’t want to read.

Me: Fine, come sit near to me.

Then I opened my laptop and started searching for incest bro-sis. He looked at me and laughed! I said, “You like step bro sis videos, right? These stories are way better.”

I chose a story that was titled, “Led my innocent sister into my wife” and the story was about a guy who later marries her elder sister.

I started reading the story, like I was narrating that to my brother Priyansh. I could feel myself getting wet and the presence of Priyansh and he listening to the story was somehow making me hot, after the introduction part was over and the sex thing started, I could see a bulge in Priyansh’s pants, he was like spellbound while hearing the story and for real the story was good.

After the story was over, he asked me if this was real or not. I said I don’t know! But it was quite interesting.

And while I turned my face to him, he kissed me on my lips. It was the first time we touched each other in some other way.

I pushed him back and said, “What are you doing?”

Priyansh: Let’s do everything you said in the story now.

Me: What do you mean? This is just a story.

Priyansh: Please, just one time.

I didn’t want to have any sexual relationship with my younger brother but I couldn’t say no, the story had aroused me too. I too want him to be mine.

Me: Ok! Fine. But what to do?

Priyansh: Just kiss and make love.

And as I replied ok, my bro pulled me and started kissing me. I too started. We were sucking each other’s lips and we were enjoying. He placed his hands on my breasts and started pressing them. He was pressing them quite hard and I was enjoying it like anything.

Priyansh: Open your t-shirt.

I did as he said and my sibling started sucking my boobs and I was moaning like anything. He sucked my nipples and I thought, “Why did I miss these things all these years?”

My feet were touching his bulge and I could understand that there was a monster behind it. Out of a sudden, he took his hand, placed it over my shorts, and started rubbing it. As soon as he touched my vagina, a current stream went through me. My brother’s touch gave me more pleasure than all these stories or porn or movies. I couldn’t take it and removed his hand, he looked at me and asked, “What?”

Me: Don’t do this, please.

Priyansh: Shut up.

And he pulled my shorts down. I was completely naked. I was trying to hide my vagina with my hands. I wanted to have sex with him, but lying naked with my legs spread in front of my younger brother made me regret it for once. He removed the shorts and spread my legs, and started licking my cunt. Within seconds, I was in heaven. I pushed my brother’s head towards my vagina and he started licking it like anything.

After he was done, he asked me if I wanted to know how my cunt tasted? I said yes and then he kissed me, and we exchanged saliva!

He asked me to open his pants but I was denying it. But then he opened it and I was lost! I could see a monster, hard and thick.

Priyansh: Touch it, please!

I did the same and started stroking it. After some minutes, I started licking it. I was doing it slowly and this made him restless and he caught hold of me and entered his dick inside my mouth at one go! It was hard for me to take such a big dick at once. My younger brother started fucking my mouth hard and I was in pain and before I could resist, he cummed in my mouth and left me! I was released, I scolded him for doing such a thing because it was painful and was rushing towards the basin to spit the cum out. But he caught my hand and said –

Priyansh: Swallow it, Di!

Me (with cum in mouth): Why?

Priyansh: Please! It is my request!

I didn’t know what to do and as we went so far, I didn’t deny this and swallowed my brother’s cum! It didn’t taste good at all!

Me: Are you happy now? You did everything! Now I will be unable to eat something because of you, you should have asked me to suck you and not do it all of a sudden!

Priyansh: I am sorry! You were teasing me! It won’t happen again.

Me: No, I wasn’t!

Then I was preparing to dress myself and he caught me from my back! I shouted and said, “What?”

Priyansh: The main thing, it’s left!

Before I could say anything more, my brother made me lie in the bed above him and entered his dick! It didn’t enter in the first time. It was very painful for me! He didn’t stop and pushed it inside by stroking 2-3 times and it entered fully!

I was in pain, I lost my virginity to my younger brother! It was paining and I was telling him to stop, but he wasn’t and then he saw me bleeding! So he stopped!

He was worried. We went to the bathroom and cleaned myself! He didn’t look into my eyes as I saw him being out of control twice! I was liking it somehow but the physical pain was not letting me enjoy it!

Priyansh: I am sorry again!

Me: It’s fine. No problem! It isn’t the same as we read in stories and see in videos!

Priyansh: Maybe, what did you like the most today?

Me: When you were licking me!

Priyansh: Can I do it again? Maybe it will help you get some relief!

Me: No. I am fine!

But still, he started caressing me and started kissing my vagina. I was again getting aroused and so I didn’t stop him! He kissed it and then started licking it again!

The pain just vanished and I again started to enjoy the moment. He did lick my vagina calmly and slowly for 10-15 minutes.

Priyansh: Is it still paining?

Me: Nope!

Priyansh: I am sorry! Shouldn’t have done that!

Me: No problem! Come up and kiss me!

He came to kiss me and was above me!

We were kissing and I caught hold of his cute monster and inserted it in my hole! He was shocked but I could see his happiness in his eyes.

Me: Just do it slowly, please!

Then my brother started slowly and I grabbed his waist with my legs! I was enjoying this time.

With time, he increased his pace, and this time, there was no pain! I could enjoy him. I could feel his dick inside me, I could feel him.

I was so happy that whatever I thought was going to be true. I don’t know something happened to me and all of a sudden, I cummed! I never felt like this all my life! I never knew cumming was so relaxing!

I hugged my bro tightly! His dick was full of my cum, he cleaned his dick and said he was hard and needs to cum!

I caught hold of his dick and gave a fast blowjob this time! He cummed within seconds and this time, his cum was all over my face!

Me: Clean them.

Priyansh: Let me bring a cloth.

Me: Clean them with your tongue!

Priyansh: Why would I do that? I won’t lick my own cum.

Me: that’s your punishment for your misbehavior today! Lick it clean and swallow it! If your sister can do it, you also have to!

He licked all the spots and cleaned the cum and then swallowed it. His face was disgusted.

Me: Don’t tell me to do the same next time!

Priyansh: We have a next time?

Me: We have a lifetime!

We had regular intervals of sex from then onward, almost every day! Then my encounters went forward to various other people. If everything goes well, this story will be the first of 5/6 parts of my life that I will share with you!

If you want to know about all of them, I need a lot of comments from you people regarding how you liked the story and what naughty thoughts you have about your siblings!