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Hello All. This story is about Geeta and her sexual experience. Without wasting any time, I will start the story. I will try to keep it simple and short. Hope you enjoy her real incident

I am married with 2 kids and a housewife. I am financially well-settled, but my marriage is not fair as I married my father’s friend’s son. My husband’s father passed away when he was 7 years old. My father is loyal to his family as they sponsored my dad’s education and supported him in business.

I accepted the marriage with Raghu, but I don’t like him. I want a good-looking person with a positive mindset and good at bed. Raghu is a weak guy and not physically good. I never had good sex with my husband and struggled to take my virginity over a year of marriage.

Finally, he fucked me after a year of marriage. I had sex with him for kids. I was under pressure to have two kids because of my financial status. I hate to have sex with hubby because he touches my pussy and sucks my boobs.

Apart from that, he is not capable of making me happy in sex. I was unfinished in bed every time we had sex. Raghu is a part of my family business, and he has to travel outside of Bangalore. Post-delivery, I did not have sex with Raghu or any other person.

I did not bother much about Raghu after the kids. We moved to a separate house in Bangalore, and I put restrictions on Raghu. I told him I wouldn’t have sex with him due to his inability. I put focus on my kids and my wellbeing. My kids are 13 and 10 years old. They are growing.

One fine day, I visited the nearby supermarket, and it changed my life. I was picking the vegetables. All of a sudden, a young boy aged around 27 came near me and sniffed my neck. He praised my perfume aroma. I turned back to see the guy furiously. That guy started to see my eyes and took his feet forward.

He said, “ Geeta, you have such an amazing perfume collection. Your perfume fragrance is so good, and I love to hug you.” I was surprised and I did not know him. He hugged me in the supermarket, which surprised me. He breaks the hug and looks into my eyes.

He says, “You have been phenomenal from your childhood days. You were collecting such good perfume collections.” He was bold in talking and never took his eyes off. He was confident and I didn’t have any idea about that person.

He left the supermarket, and I was watching him with confusion in my mind.

I was blank and liked his hug. I never received a confident hug like that from my hubby.

I quickly came out of the Supermarket but did not find that guy outside of the supermarket and left home. His warm hug disturbed my mind. I started to review my Facebook contacts. I did not find him in my Facebook contacts. Two days later, I was returning home from the gym, and I saw him.

That guy smiled and whispered, “Geeta, you have an awesome figure but your hubby is not capable of fulfilling your needs on the bed. Trust me, I will make you happy on the bed. I understand your pain of not having sex for more than a decade. Trust me, I can complete your desires and it’s a universe message.”

Then he moved away. I was clueless and not able to understand how that guy knew about my personal life. I started to think more about that person. I checked my husband’s Gmail and Facebook contacts. I checked my marriage video and old pics for any clue.

I did not get any relevant clue and started to think about him. After a couple of days, he met me at my kids’ school parking lot. This time he touched my palms and said, “I will never disappoint you on the bed like your hubby. I know you had the worst experience on your first night.”

He left that place, and I was surprised. I was nude and wet on my first night, and my hubby didn’t fuck me. It was a nightmare, and I did not share my bad experience with any friends. Later on, he used to meet me in public places. But he started to talk about my size and his desire to lick my pussy.

I don’t have any clue about that person, either. I used to listen and was not able to speak with him properly as he maintained good eye contact with me. I feel shy when he talks about my size and praises my beauty.

One fine day, my husband had to leave Bangalore due to business work. At the same time, my period was over. My kids went to school, and I was alone at home. My pussy was wet as I watched a porn movie with my husband. It has bold scenes like nude and sex scenes.

My husband never watched porn movies with me, but last night it happened to be a porn movie. I was wet due to the bold scenes. Due to my strict restrictions, Raghu did not touch me and slept. And the next morning, he left home for a business trip.

My pussy is leaking and carving for sex. All of a sudden, my doorbell rang, and I opened the door. It was that guy who rushed inside my home. He never met at my home and it was a surprise for me. My pallu was down. He closed the door and removed his tee in a flash. His nude chest raises my temperature.

I started to feel shy, and then he removed his pants and stood nude in front of me. His dick is rising like a tower. It’s tall and thick. I started to bite my lips and was watching his dick. I Love his dick as it’s bigger and thicker than my husband. I moved to a desperate stage and left my ethics after seeing him nude.

I was breathing heavily, and he reached out to me and started the lip kiss. I closed my eyes and surrendered my lips to him. Soon, both the tongues got twisted and hugged each other. We both were kissing passionately. I started sucking his lips, and he was sucking my lips too.

We both exchanged saliva, and my boobs were crushing his chest. I started to moan slowly and hugged him. The lip kiss was broken, and I started to remove the rest of the saree with shyness on my face. He started to remove my blouse and kissed my neck gently. He removed my bra and hugged me tightly.

My nude boobs were crushing his bare chest, and that raised my sexual feelings to the next level. I was moaning. He started to suck my 36-size boob one after another, and I can’t stop moaning myself. I was feeling shy but wanted him to explore my body, too.

While he was sucking my boobs, I removed the waist rope of my lower gown. At that time, my mind and heart want him to fuck me. I took him to my bedroom, and I signalled him to remove my panties with my eyes. I spread my legs wider, and he removed my wet panty.

He started to kiss my wet pussy. I couldn’t control my moans. I was moaning like, fuck, fuck me, fuck me. But he didn’t stop licking my pussy. I pulled him up and placed his dick over my pussy. I was very desperate for sex, and he pushed his dick inside my pussy.

I was moaning and was spreading my legs wider. I was shy and closed my eyes. I was in pain, and his thick dick travelled smoothly inside my cunt. My hands were around his back. His chest was touching my boobs.

Soon, he started to and fro at a good pace. My moans were louder now, like, “Ahhh, fuck, fuck Me, fuck.” I started to hug him tightly while he was fucking me. His fucking speed is increasing, and sweat is coming out from my forehead. My boobs were crushing hard.

I felt the weight of his body, and the moans became louder. It was a dream for me, and I never had sex before. After 10 minutes, he stopped the romance, and I rested on his chest with shyness. Soon, I fell asleep on his chest. After an hour, I woke up, and my body was covered with a bed sheet.

My saree and inners were lying on the floor. The door was closed, and the stranger was not at home. Quickly, I took a shower and felt bad about the sex. I don’t have any intention to have sex with another person.

A lot of questions were in my mind, like why did he visit my place when my hubby was out of the city? I didn’t sleep well at night and doubted my hubby. I was angry at myself because I allowed him to enjoy my body.

The next day, I wore a night dress and as usual, my kids left for school. He came to my flat and I allowed him inside. I was very angry and ready to punch him. I wanted to know about the stranger and he closed the door. He understood that I was angry and my tone was high.

I was shouting and asking him about his details and all of a sudden he pushed me towards the wall and tore my night suit. I was exposed to him in a flash. I didn’t wear a bra and underwear. I covered my hands across my boobs. I become mute and nervous.

He removed my hands from my boobs and saw my nude boobs. He removed his tee and hugged me tightly. He held my palms tightly and crushed my boobs with his chest.

He kissed my neck and said, “I know you wanted to have hard sex once in your life. Trust me, today is the occasion and support me.” Then he bit my earlobe slowly. I was nervous, and my heartbeat was high. I was not able to say anything, and he was kissing my cheeks, lips, neck and my boobs.

He started going down and kissing my belly and licking my navel. He smelled my belly and kissed all over my belly. I started to moan like a bitch. I was saying, Please, please leave me, leave me.” He kneeled and saw my pussy. He touched my pussy lips with his tongue. I felt shy and nervous.

He asked me to spread my legs, and I did it. I was moaning like no, no, but he was between my legs and licking my pussy slowly. I was nervous, and something was happening between my legs. He moved my leg and placed it on his shoulder and followed with another leg too.

My legs were on either side of his shoulder, and slowly, he lifted me. My legs were on his shoulder, and he placed me towards the wall. His mouth is facing near my pussy. I couldn’t move and escape from him, and I was shy. He was licking my pussy slowly, and I was rubbing my boobs.

I was nervous, and my body was shaking. I was moaning like,  “Aah, leave me, ahh, but he was licking my pussy softly.

Slowly he increased the pace and was eating my pussy like his favourite dish. He was biting, sucking and licking it. I was wet and leaked. My moans were higher, and my fingers were inside his hair. He has a serious talent for licking pussy.

I was wet, and his tongue touched my whole pussy. I was moaning like a pornstar, and it leaked badly. I had never leaked before with my hubby. Finally, he put me down. Soon, he removed his underwear in a flash. He makes me kneel and put his dick inside my mouth like a bullet speed.

I don’t have any clue how his dick went inside my mouth. His thick and long dick did not fit in my mouth. But he was trying to push his dick inside my throat. I was making the noise, but he was pushing it hard. Later some time, he downloaded a huge cum inside my mouth.

He is young, and his cum is thick. I swallowed his half cum, and the rest of the cum was vomited on the floor. The floor is wet with my urine and cum. He pushed me on the floor, and I laid down on the wet floor. Soon he put his dick between my boobs and started to massage his dick.

His dick is wet and filled with precum. My boobs became wet, and I felt cum on my boobs. And then he spread my legs wider and pushed his dick in one go. I moaned heavily, like ‘Aah’ because of the pain. He made it easy and pushed his whole dick.

He started to and fro with powerful shots. I was moaning, and at the same time, I was hearing thap, thap noise when his dick hit my pussy. It’s a first time experience for me as I never heard the noise from my hubby. Later, his chest was crushing my boobs in a missionary position, and he was fucking me.

It’s heavyweight lifting for me. We both were in sweat and finally, he stopped after 10 minutes of hard fuck. It was a heavy dose, but he quickly pushed his dick inside my mouth again. I left with no energy, and I tasted his dick with more cum this time.

It was dirty, but I love his dick with wetness. I licked his dick for some time, and this time, he cum on my hair and forehead. Then, he moved me to a doggy position. His cum started to fall from forehead to nose, lips, chin and neck. He pushed his dick inside my pussy in a doggy position.

It was my first experience for me in doggy. He was pulling my hair and fucking my pussy. After some time, he started to slap my ass cheeks hard and fucking my cunt. I felt like a pornstar heroine and enjoying the moment. I was in pain with his slap on my ass cheeks.

But I wanted to take the more pain, and I wanted him to fuck me harder and harder. He didn’t disappoint me, and his fucking speed got increased. My moans were becoming desi. My boobs were moving up and down.

Slowly, my energy was drained out, and he stopped. This time he cum a little on my hair and rubbed his wet dick over my belly and back. I was lying on the floor, and he went inside my bedroom. He came in some time, and his dick was erect and ready with another round.

I was surprised by his erection, as my hubby couldn’t do it for more than 3 minutes. His dick was filled with oil. He moved me into a doggy position easily, and this time he started to rub my ass hole with his dick. He slowly pushed his dick inside my ass.

I was not able to take the pain, and at the same time, I left with no energy. He was slapping my ass cheeks and pushing it hard in my ass. My eyes become red, and I can’t control my tears. He didn’t show any mercy and pushed his 7 inch rod in my asshole.

It was not easy for me, but I was impressed with his strength and stamina. He fucked my ass. He did to and fro in my ass, and I started to moan without my knowledge. He was pulling my hair, pressing my boobs and slapping my ass cheeks while fucking my ass.

He makes it easy, but it’s not easy to push dick inside the ass. I was impressed and happy with his service. He dropped cum in my asshole and fucked my ass for 5 minutes. Then he moved away and had a shower. Post shower, he fucked me in again and left my place.

I was lying on the floor until he left home. I had a nap on the floor, and finally, I woke up and cleaned my dirty floor. It was dirty with urine, cum, saliva and sweat. I had 4 rounds of sex, and I never think about it.

The next day morning, I wore a saree with a deep-neck blouse. My boobs were in pain as he bit it. My legs were in pain, but my pussy wants his dick. I was waiting for him, but he didn’t turn up. He didn’t visit my place for the next 3 days, and my hubby came from a Business trip.

I checked my hubby’s mobile but had no clue about the stranger. Seriously, I don’t know about him. I don’t know his name either. But I got fucked with him, and I was desperate for him.

I visited the places where he met frequently with me. Day by day, my sexual needs increased, and at the same time, I was not able to find him. My hubby started to add spice to my desperation. He was watching porn in front of me before he went to sleep.

I lost my resistance after my periods and started to have sex with my hubby. As usual, he left me unfinished every night. My life became dark, and I was allowing my hubby to fuck me for my sexual needs. My hubby started to take Viagra, but he failed to satisfy me every night.

I was searching for him desperately as my sexual needs reached to the top. After 3 months of struggle, I finally met him in a shopping complex and exchanged our number and name. His name is Akshay. The next day, we had a movie date. He took me to a movie with less audience. We ended up having sex in the theatre.

I didn’t stop there, I called him home at night when my hubby was away for a business trip. It was risky as my kids are teenagers. If they see me with other men, then I lose my respect. I managed to hide it and get fucked on my bed for a night without my kid’s knowledge.

I get fucked with him in parks, highways, hotels and changing rooms in shopping malls. Every alternate day, I used to meet him for sex. I became an unfaithful wife and cheap whore for him. I used to give false reasons to my hubby to meet him for sex.

I love Akshay’s strength and his romance. I fell in love with his dick and crossed my line for sex. He satisfies my sexual needs.

One fine day, I am supposed to go to my hometown along with my family. I gave a reason and asked my hubby to go along with my kids.

I met Akshay for sex, and I stole his mobile and left for my hometown. I know his mobile password. He has two mobiles and I noticed the second mobile is suspicious as he keeps it away.

I checked his mobile on the way to my hometown, and I found that his name was not Akshay. As per the Gmail, his name is Sarath. Later, I opened the Yahoo app, and he had a Yahoo account with Madhuri. It has more than 3000 + emails.

I understand that Sarath has posted a story with the name of Madhuri in sex stories. I checked the sent items and found a hangout I’d with Madhuri and Pallavi names. I opened the hangout and saw the chats there.

Soon, I understand that my hubby has leaked my information to Madhuri. My hubby assumed that Madhuri was a girl and shared my info with him. Sarath acted like a girl and got all the information about me, including my first-night details.

My hubby shared everything about it. He shared family pictures and my behaviour, too. Sarath advised my hubby to watch porn in front of me, and he followed it. It becomes easy for him to impress me. He fucked around 30 females because of the brainless husband.

He targeted the frustrated men who were not capable of satisfying their wives. He chatted with them like a female and took all the information from them. And few readers were college-going students and shared the details of their mom.  He had sex frequently with me as I used to sponsor him for hotel stays and food.

I was upset and sad with my hubby, and this was not Sarath’s mistake. I wanted to stop the affair with him, but it was not making sense to me. My body needs hard sex. I used to meet 3 days a week.

I deleted his Yahoo and Hangout accounts and handed over the mobile after a week. But I decided to take revenge on my hubby. I discussed this issue. My sex encounter with my hubby. I removed him from my family business and made him my servant at home.

I started to get fucked in front of my hubby with Sarath. My hubby doesn’t like it, but I wanted him to see my whore side. I didn’t stop with Sarath, and I had group sex in front of my hubby. I used to hire Gigolo and get fucked in front of him.

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Rohan sat nervously at the cafe, fidgeting with his phone as he waited for Reena to arrive. He had never been on a blind date before, let alone met someone from a dating app. But there was something about Reena’s profile that drew him in, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

When she finally walked through the door, Rohan’s breath caught in his throat. She was even more beautiful in person than her photos had suggested, with a warmth in her eyes that made him feel instantly at ease.

“Hi, Rohan?” she said with a smile, extending her hand towards him.

“Yeah, hi,” he replied, shaking her hand with a nervous smile of his own.

They sat down at a table by the window, and Rohan found himself relaxing as they started to chat. Reena was easy to talk to, and before he knew it, they were laughing and joking as if they had known each other for years.

As the afternoon turned into evening, Rohan realized with a start that they had been talking for hours. He glanced at his watch and cleared his throat awkwardly. “I should probably get going,” he said reluctantly.

Reena nodded, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “Yeah, me too,” she replied, and they both stood up to leave.

As they walked out of the cafe, Rohan hesitated for a moment before blurting out, “Would you like to do this again sometime?”

Reena’s face lit up with a smile. “I would love to,” she said, and they exchanged numbers before parting ways.

Over the next few days, Rohan found himself thinking about Reena constantly. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something special about her, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Their conversations flowed effortlessly, and Rohan found himself opening up to Reena in a way he hadn’t with anyone else. He told her about his past relationships, his fears, and his dreams for the future. And in return, she shared her own stories with him, including the heartbreaking tale of how she had lost her husband 18 years ago and had been alone ever since.

Despite the pain of her past, Reena seemed to radiate strength and resilience, and Rohan found himself drawn to her in a way he couldn’t explain.

Then, one day, as they were chatting about their favorite sexual fantasies, Reena suggested that they take their relationship to the next level.

“Why don’t we go away for the weekend?” she suggested coyly. “Just the two of us, no distractions.”

Rohan’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending an entire weekend alone with Reena. “I’d love that,” he replied eagerly, and they quickly made plans to meet at a secluded cabin in the mountains.

When the day finally arrived, Rohan felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he drove to the cabin. As he pulled into the driveway, he spotted Reena waiting for him on the porch, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Hey there,” she said with a smile, and he felt a surge of desire coursing through him at the sight of her.

“Hey,” he replied, feeling a flush of heat spreading across his cheeks.

They wasted no time in getting reacquainted, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss as they embraced. Rohan felt a surge of arousal as he pressed his body against hers, his hands roaming over her curves as he drank in the sight of her.

Without a word, Reena led him inside the cabin, her eyes smoldering with desire as she pushed him onto the bed. They shed their clothes in a frenzy of passion, their mouths meeting in a series of desperate kisses as they explored each other’s bodies with eager hands. As they moved together in a haze of desire, Rohan found himself marveling at the feel of Reena’s skin against his own. She was soft and warm and so incredibly responsive to his touch, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

He trailed kisses down her neck and across her chest, pausing to suckle her nipples before trailing lower to explore the sensitive skin of her abdomen. Reena moaned with pleasure as he moved lower still, his tongue flicking out to tease her inner thighs before dipping lower still to explore the depths of her desire.

Rohan lost himself in the taste and scent of Reena, his tongue moving in slow circles as he explored every inch of her with a reverence he hadn’t known he was capable of. He lingered over her most sensitive spots, reveling in the way she writhed and moaned beneath him as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy again and again.

But it was when he finally buried his face between her legs, his tongue plunging deep into her wet heat, that Reena truly lost control. She cried out in pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair as she rocked against him, riding the waves of pleasure that crashed over her in relentless waves.

Rohan licked and sucked and nibbled at her with a single-minded focus, his own desire building with each passing moment. He lost himself in the rhythm of their bodies, their movements becoming more frantic and desperate as they chased the elusive release that hovered just out of reach.

Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, they found it together, their bodies shuddering with pleasure as they collapsed onto the bed in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat. As they lay entwined in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Rohan knew that he had found something truly special in Reena.

And as they gazed up at the ceiling, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them together. Despite the pain of their pasts, they had found solace and joy in each other’s arms, and for that, Rohan was eternally grateful.

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Mom came inside and sat on the sofa, looking exhausted. Dad asked her if everything was alright. “Yes, everything’s fine,” she replied. I asked, “Kumar left his party early, sad and tired. I thought he was going to the house to sleep. But how come he drops you later after 3 hours, Amma?”

My mom said, “Oh! I didn’t know he was sad and tired, honey. Why would he be? After all, it was his send-off party.” Me and my dad looked at each other confused. “He just said that he was feeling overwhelmed with the attention and wanted to take a break, I guess,” she added.

My dad said, “Our little Kumar is leaving for the US tomorrow, and God knows when he’ll be back. The poor little boy might have a lot going on in his mind.” Me, “Is that why he came to your office and talked through this stuff with you, Amma?” She smiled, “Yes, I suppose so.”

Dad, “What else did you guys do? You know it’s been 3 hours, honey?” My mom blushed a little, “Oh, nothing much, we just talked about a lot of things. Besides, I was in the middle of my work, too. You know how it is, love.”

“Yeah, yeah. Kumar shares a lot with you. He is like a son to you, you know that.” Dad smiled.

“Well, it’s hard for me too. Thinking he’ll be gone for so long. I want to make sure he’s okay and has everything he needs,” my mom said with a soft smile. My dad nodded in agreement and went back to his laptop.

Me, “I’m going to miss him too. He is my only best friend. Let us go to the airport to send him off, Amma. What do you think?”

Mom smiled and stroked my hair. “That’s a nice thought, but I don’t want you to make him uncomfortable. He’s probably going to be nervous enough as it is. Let’s wish him a safe journey and a good life ahead.”

“Please, Amma, please?” I pleaded.

My mom sighed and finally agreed. “Alright, if that’s what you really want. But let’s not tell him now. Let it be a surprise. Okay?” she said with a smile. I jumped up and hugged her, thanking her profusely.

“I will go take a shower and get ready for bed now. We’ll leave in the afternoon so we have enough time to make it to the airport before his flight,” my mom said as she went upstairs. I couldn’t help but feel excited and a little bit sad at the same time. My best friend Kumar was about to leave me for a long time.

The next day, around noon, my parents and I set off for the airport. It was a bittersweet journey. My mom and I were trying to distract ourselves with conversation while my dad kept glancing at the clock on the dashboard. Finally, we arrived at the airport and found Kumar with his parents outside the lobby.

Kumar was surprised but also relieved when he saw us. He hugged me tightly and then my mom before taking my hand in his. “You didn’t have to come all this way, Lex,” he said, his voice cracking a little.

“Of course we did. We wouldn’t want you to go without saying goodbye properly,” my mom replied, smiling through her tears. Kumar’s parents were happy and greeted us for coming, but they were also a little sad.

I asked, “When is the boarding time, Kumar?” He checked his phone and said, “In about a couple of hours, Lex.” After a few minutes, my mom said, “Excuse me, guys, I have to go to the restroom.” Kumar’s mom said, “Let me accompany you, Pushpa.”

They went to the restroom, but they came back soon, saying that the restroom was under Maintenance. “Well, I guess we’ll just wait here then,” my mom said as she sat on a nearby bench. Kumar noticed that my mom was feeling uncomfortable, so he went to a nearby counter and came back.

“Amma, I know you need to use the restroom. So I bought a visitor ticket so that you could come inside the lobby and use the restroom inside.” My mom said, “But once you enter the lobby and check in, you can’t come outside, Kumar.” He smiled, “I know that, but it’s okay, Amma.”

Then he hugged his parents, me and my dad and said goodbye. My mom and Kumar verified with security and went inside the lobby. Kumar guided my mom to the women’s restroom. “You go inside Amma. Meanwhile, let me check in my luggage. I’ll be right outside.”

My mom thanked him and went into the restroom. Kumar checked in his luggage and while he was waiting outside the restroom, he noticed that there was no one except for my mom inside. Suddenly, he took a board, saying, “Under Maintenance. Kindly Use the Next Restroom. Thank You.”

He placed it near the door and went inside the women’s restroom. By then, my mom was washing her face in the sink. She was surprised to see Kumar inside and said, “Kumar, what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be in here. Leave before somebody catches you.”

But Kumar didn’t move. Instead, he locked the restroom door. “Don’t worry, Amma. No one is going to come inside. I placed a maintenance board outside to make sure nobody bothers.”

“You thieving little rascal. You stole the board,” she said, trying to laugh it off. “Technically, I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it,” he corrected her with a mischievous grin. “Well, you could have asked first. Now, what do we do?” she asked, looking innocent.

“Don’t worry, Amma. We’ll figure something out. Now, come here,” Kumar said, opening his arms. My mom walked into his embrace, feeling both guilty and relieved. “I’m going to miss you so much, Kumar,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, Amma,” saying that, Kumar ran his hands over my mom’s bare back, feeling the warmth of her skin. My mom didn’t react to his touch, she didn’t pull away, she didn’t even flinch. She let him feel her skin as if she had known all along that this moment would come.

Kumar was rubbing all over my mom’s back and then started to caress her hips, gently moving his hand up and down. He could feel her breath on his neck, her body soft and warm against his. Time seemed to slow down as they stood there in the quiet, intimate space.

His hands reached further down, and cupping her big round buttocks over her saree, he gently squeezed them. My mom moaned softly, the sound filling the air between them. While he was keeping on pressing her buttocks, my mom looked up at Kumar, their faces barely inches apart.

Her lips were parted, her eyes heavy with desire. “Kumar,” she whispered his name, her voice husky and sensual. Kumar understood and bent down a little, offering his lips to hers. He kissed her softly at first, then with more passion, his tongue darting into her mouth, tasting her.

My mom moaned deeply. Her body melted into his as she returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Their kiss seemed to last an eternity as their bodies became one, moving in perfect synchrony.

As the heat between them was increasing, so was Kumar’s pressure on my mom’s buttocks. He was squeezing them harder now, his fingers digging into her flesh. My mom moaned louder, biting his lower lip as she arched into him. Kumar’s erection was becoming painfully hard, pressing against his jeans.

He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at her. His eyes traced the curve of her breast, barely contained by her blouse, before travelling back up to meet her gaze. “I want you, Amma,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to make love to you.”

My mom blushed, her eyes shining with desire and affection. “I want that too, Kumar,” she whispered back, her voice trembling. Kumar made my mom kneel on the floor as he removed his belt. He wrapped it around his fist, creating a makeshift whip.

My mom’s heart raced with anticipation and fear as she watched him. With a soft swipe of the belt, he touched her bare shoulder, making her shiver. Another swipe, this time across her other shoulder, and she moaned softly. He then placed her hand on his jeans, making her feel the hardness beneath.

“Touch me, Amma,” he whispered, his voice husky and urgent. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them down along with his boxers. His erection sprang free, thick and hard, pointing straight at her. “Just as you left him yesterday, Amma,” Kumar breathed, his voice thick with desire.

“Take him in your hand, stroke him gently and show me how much you’ll miss me when I’m gone abroad.” My mom hesitated for a moment, her hand trembling as it hovered above Kumar’s erection. Kumar, with a soft whip of his belt on her back, encouraged her.

“Go on, Amma,” he whispered, his voice rough and urgent. My mom slowly wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the heat and strength of it in her palm. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she began to stroke him, moving her hand up and down in a smooth, rhythmic motion.

Kumar let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly into her touch. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her fingers, the skin tight and velvety. With another whip of his belt, he encouraged her to take his dick in her mouth. She leaned forward and took the head of his erection into her mouth.

She closed her lips around him, sucking gently as she moved her tongue along the sensitive ridge. Kumar cried out, his hips jerking forward as she began to bob her head up and down. Her saliva dripped down his shaft, lubricating it as she continued to suck him deeper.

His hands tangled in her hair, urging her on, while his hips began to move in time with her mouth. He grabbed my mom’s bun hair and used it to pull her head back, giving him deeper access to her throat. She gagged a little, but he didn’t let up. His desire overpowering any discomfort she might have felt.

As she continued to pleasure him, Kumar reached down and cupped her breast through her blouse, tweaking her nipple roughly. My mom moaned around his cock, arching into his touch. Her arousal built within her, her body aching for release.

She increased the speed of her sucking, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick as she took more of him into her mouth. Kumar’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips meeting her mouth in perfect synchrony. His grip on her hair tightened.

His other hand fisted the fabric of her blouse, lifting it up and over her breast, exposing her to the cool air. He growled with desire as he felt her warm, soft flesh against his hand. The sensation of her nipple hardening under his touch sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him.

My mom, her lips and throat stretched to accommodate his length, her hand still stroking him expertly, could feel the tension building inside her own body. She could sense that he was close and with a final, deep thrust. He came, groaning her name as he released his seed into the back of her throat.

His hips bucked violently against her face, his grip on her hair and breast tightening even further. She swallowed as he emptied himself, feeling the warmth of his seed flow down her throat. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and she could feel the pulsing of his erection as it slowly softened in her mouth.

Finally, he pulled her away, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He made my mom stand up and started to strip her clothes off, roughly yanking her blouse over her head and shoving her bra to the ground. He then grabbed her saree and pulled it roughly.

Making my mom spin around, leaving her just in her petticoat and her panty. He then pulled the sting of her petticoat, making it drop down to her ankles, revealing her black lacy panty. Kumar asked my mom to remove her panties. My mom hesitated for a moment.

Her cheeks flushed as she hooked her finger into the waistband and slid it down her legs. She let it drop to the floor, revealing her bare, smooth pussy. “I should have bought my camera, Amma. It’s a shame not to capture this beauty,” he murmured, admiring her exposed body.

My mom blushed, “Well, you already captured it with your camera yesterday,” Kumar chuckled. He took her hand, leading her over the granite washbasin bed. My mom shivered as he placed her bare ass on the cold granite surface of the washbasin bed.

“It’s too cold, Kumar,” she whispered, feeling the chill seep through her skin. He ignored her protest, instead reaching around to spread her legs wide. His rough hands moved over her inner thighs, stroking her smooth, soft skin before parting her folds to reveal her wet, swollen pussy.

He leaned below, his breath hot against her wet pussy lips, and licked her, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure. “Oh! Kumar!” she gasped, leaning herself back on the mirror behind her. His tongue darted in and out of her, lapping at her sensitive folds.

His hands held her wide open, giving him unobstructed access to her. Her body arched off the cold surface. Her hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the need for release growing urgent with each stroke of his tongue.

My mom was pressing her boobs with her hands as Kumar’s tongue teased her clit. Then he inserted his tongue inside her, lapping at her sensitive nub. She cried out, her hips jerking violently as she came, her pussy contracting around his face.

He grabbed my mom’s ass and pulled her closer, burying his face, his tongue digging deeper inside her as she continued to cum. When the spasms finally began to subside, Kumar pulled away, his breath hot against her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and satisfied.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, licking his lips. My mom was still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked down at his erect dick. It was still standing tall and hard. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?” she asked, her voice a mix of desire and exhaustion.

He came closer to her with my mom’s orgasm dripping from his lips. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he said, liplocking her and thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth.

The final part of the session will continue where things will be intensified.

This is a continuation of my previous story.

As they kissed, Kumar reached around to position himself between my Mom’s legs again. His fingers found their way back to her wet, swollen pussy. He teased her, rubbing his cock in circles around her clit, making her moan into his mouth.

His other hand found its way up to her breast, cupping and squeezing it roughly. My Mom felt a surge of desire course through her as he touched and teased her. His rough hands and demanding mouth made her ache for more. She could feel him growing harder against her clit, and she knew what was coming next.

Kumar…” she whispered, not able to withstand his teasing any longer. He smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with lust. With one smooth motion, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust into her, burying his entire length inside her.  She let out a sudden moan as he filled her.

The sensation of being claimed by him sent shivers down her spine. His hands held her hips firmly in place as he began to move. His powerful strokes matched the rhythm of their breath. My Mom arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as he pounded into her.

She could feel the cold granite beneath her. But it only seemed to intensify the sensation of being taken by him. His rough hands moved from her hips to her ass, gripping and squeezing her flesh as he drove deeper inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to feel even closer to him.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the restroom, echoing through the bathroom. Her orgasm built within her, unstoppable and intense. She cried out his name. Her body tensed as it threatened to explode around him. Kumar felt her walls grip him, her muscles contracting in a powerful wave of pleasure.

He thrust harder, his release building inside him as he felt her body shudder with release. Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of their bodies moving together. He reached around to stroke her clit, keeping her on the edge of ecstasy as he continued to thrust into her.

My Mom arched her back, feeling the pressure building inside her again. Her need for release grew more urgent with every stroke of his fingers against her sensitive nub. She could feel herself starting to fall apart beneath him. Her body went limp as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

After a few hard thrusts, Kumar pulled out his dick. My Mom gasped as he pulled out, the cold air hitting her sensitive flesh, making a slight pause for the madness. Kumar brought her down off the granite bed and turned her around, facing the mirror. My Mom understood what he wanted.

She bent over the cold surface, presenting her well-fucked pussy to him. He started spanking her ass harder now, his left hand holding her hips steady as he slapped her right cheek. The stinging sensation mixed with the pleasure of being used and the cool air in the room made her shudder.

Kumar’s spankings grew more intense, the stinging sensation mingling with the pleasure of being used. My Mom’s dusky ass cheeks were bright red from his rough palms. She felt his cock, still hard and throbbing, but this time it was pressing against her other entrance, her ass.

My Mom’s eyes got wider in shock as she realized what he was about to do. She felt his fingers spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her tight, puckered hole. “Kumar, just not in there…” she whispered, her voice shaking. But it was too late. He didn’t wait for her permission.

He thrust his cock forward, penetrating her tight ass. She let out a gasp as he filled her up, the sensation both painful and incredibly erotic. He started to move inside her, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks. My Mom bit her lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape her throat.

The feeling of being completely owned by him was overwhelming. She was close to another orgasm. Her virgin asshole was too tight for him. He had to force himself inside her, stretching her with each thrust. Kumar’s strong hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her.

He could feel her ass muscles clenching around him, trying to expel him from her tight hole. It only made him harder, more determined to make her his completely. My Mom arched her back, pressing her chest against the cold surface of the granite bed as she felt the pleasure building inside her once again.

“Aah,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the cool marble. After some long, hard thrusts, Kumar’s 8-inch cock fully penetrated my Mom’s ass, hitting her cervix. He held still for a moment, feeling the deep connection he had with her. He started to move again, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force.

My Mom’s asshole started to stretch in order to accommodate him. But it was clear she was inexperienced. He could feel her body tensing and relaxing as he drove into her. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, echoing through the bathroom.

My Mom’s moans grew louder. Her back arched further and further, as she neared her climax. Kumar got hold of my Mom’s shoulders and pulled her back, making her arch her back even further, making their bodies align perfectly. He started to fuck her ass while watching my Mom’s expressions in the mirror.

Her eyes were closed, her face was flushed, and she bit her lips hard as she tried to hold back her moans. Her taut body trembled with each thrust as he filled her up, claiming her completely. He could see the muscles in her stomach contracting with every movement.

He could feel the warmth of her body as it enveloped his cock. As he continued to pound into her, Kumar reached around, cupping her breast in his hand. He pinched her hard nipple, twisting it between his fingers as he watched her reaction in the mirror.

My Mom let out a sharp gasp, her hips bucking forward as she tried to get more of him inside her. Her nails dug into the granite bed, leaving long scratches behind as she fought to hold on. The sensation of being both taken roughly and teased gently sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

My Mom turned back, offering her lips to Kumar as he was fucking her asshole. He took it and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling as he continued to thrust. His cock felt like a hot poker inside her, filling her up completely. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her G-spot with every thrust.

She was moaning and kissing him back, unable to control herself as the pleasure built up inside her. He reached between them and rubbed her clit, circling it with his fingers, making her moan even louder. The sensation of being taken roughly, of being owned and possessed, was overwhelming.

She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her body tensed and relaxed rhythmically as Kumar’s thrusts grew faster and harder. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked into his eyes in the mirror. They were filled with desire and possession, making her heart race even faster.

She reached down, grabbed his ass cheek, and pulled him closer, wanting to feel him even deeper inside her. He responded by gripping her hips tighter. His movements became more brutal as he fucked her. Kumar inserted three of his fingers.

He started to finger fuck my Mom’s pussy as he kept fucking her asshole. My Mom’s body arched back as she felt the sensation of being filled up by both his dick and his fingers. Her moans filled the room, echoing off the tile walls. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, how much she wanted it.

Her hips bucked wildly, meeting his thrusts with equal force as she tried to get even closer to him. Her ass muscles gripped him tightly, milking his cock with each thrust. He leaned in closer, biting her neck softly as he continued to take her roughly.

His free hand reached down, massaging her clit, circling it over and over. She was moaning and squirming beneath him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny red lines in their wake. Kumar felt his release building inside him. He felt the hot rush of blood to his groin as he continued to pound my Mom.

He leaned in closer, their lips barely touching as he whispered, “I’m going to cum, Amma.” She moaned in response. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with his. He could feel the tight grip of her ass muscles around his cock as he finally released, thrusting hard one last time.

His body was trembling as his hot cum started to spill into her ass, filling her up completely. He kept his eyes locked on hers in the mirror, watching my Mom’s reactions as he emptied himself inside her. Her body arched back, a mixture of pleasure and release coursing through her as she felt his hot seed filling her up.

She clenched her fists and bit her lips hard. She let out a long, low moan as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her eyes were glassy with desire, her cheeks flushed, and her breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at him in the mirror, wanting him never to stop.

While he was still cumming, Kumar rubbed my Mom’s clit with his thumb, feeling the tension building up in her body. Her inner muscles continued to squeeze his cock, milking every last drop of his cum from him. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure.

She felt the combined sensation of being filled and brought to orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly beneath him. Her legs trembled as she tried to maintain her balance on the cold granite slab. With a loud moan, she arched her back and came, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

Her walls tightened around Kumar’s fingers and his cock, milking him one last time. She reached the peak of her ecstasy. Kumar continued to thrust slowly, enjoying the feel of her body milking him, her hot liquid coating his cock.

He looked into her eyes in the mirror, watching the mixture of pleasure and desire play across her features.  He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. She tasted so good, he thought, as he pulled back, their breath mingling together in the air between them.

My Mom could feel Kumar’s dick starting to grow again inside her asshole. She was surprised by how much she wanted him to keep fucking her. She reached down, grasped his ass cheek, and pulled him closer, wanting to feel him even deeper inside her. He responded by gripping her hips tighter.

His movements became more brutal as he fucked her. He started spanking my Mom’s tits with each thrust, leaving a stinging sensation on her skin. Her nipples hardened, and she arched her back, offering herself up to him.

The mirror above them reflected their entwined bodies, the sweat and pleasure and desire all tangled together. She could see the expression on his face, the raw lust and power and possession. It was exhilarating, intoxicating. She bit her lip, feeling the throbbing of her clit as he continued to pound into her.

She wanted to come again, wanted to feel his release inside her. He gripped her hips harder, his thrusts deeper, harder. His breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at her, watching the way she moved beneath him. Her skin was flushed, her eyes dark with desire.

He could feel himself getting closer, the tightening in his groin, the building tension. He reached down, curled his fingers around her clit, and began to rub circles. My Mom arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as the sensation overwhelmed her.

She moaned his name, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. Her inner muscles clenched around him, milking his cock. Her body tightened in anticipation. She could feel the pressure building, the impending release. Kumar felt her body tense beneath him, her breath coming faster and shallower.

He thrust deeper, harder, wanting to feel her come apart in his arms. His grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more frenzied as he neared his climax. He could feel his release building, coiling in his groin, demanding to be let free. As the temperature rose, both of them couldn’t help control their moans.

Kumar’s thrusts became rougher. His breathing was harder as he watched her lose control. He could feel her inner muscles clenching and relaxing rhythmically around his cock, milking him with each movement. With a long, hard thrust and a loud moan, Kumar and my Mom both cum at the same time.

Kumar was filling my Mom’s ass for the second time. My Mom was squirting her juices all over the slab beneath them. They remained locked together, their bodies trembling with the force of their shared release. Kumar’s cock throbbed inside her, his seed pouring into her ass, filling every crevice and fold.

My Mom closed her legs, tightening the grip of her inner muscles. She continued to milk his cock, drawing every last drop into her body. Kumar finally collapsed on my Mom’s shoulders from behind, gasping for air. The sweat dripped down from his chest onto her back as he tried to catch his breath.

He leaned forward, his chest heaving, and rested his forehead against hers. They both stared into the mirror, their eyes wide with desire and satisfaction. Then they kissed passionately for a long moment, tasting each other’s sweat and their shared pleasure.

Kumar’s cum was leaking out of my Mom’s ass, slowly dripping down onto the floor. “Oops! We made quite a mess, Amma,” Kumar whispered into my mother’s ear as they both laughed softly. He kissed her neck and began to slowly withdraw from her, his cock sliding out of her wet, warm body.

The sensation was almost too much for her to bear, and she let out a soft moan of protest. Their sensual erotic moment was interrupted by the announcement from the speaker asking the passengers to arrive for boarding. Kumar glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed under his breath.

They had forgotten about the flight. They quickly cleaned themselves and started dressing. Kumar helped my Mom to dress up and they rushed out of the restroom. They both were holding their hands as a couple as they walked towards the boarding point.

Before leaving, Kumar held my Mom’s face with both his hands and kissed her deeply. The kiss was filled with passion and love as if it was their first one. The airport staff smiled at them, thinking that they were a couple in love. No words were spoken as Kumar parted through the boarding point.

My Mom started to move towards the exit. She came out of the lobby where we were waiting, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. “Has Kumar boarded the flight, Pushpa?” Kumar’s Mom asked her, concern etched on her face.

Pushpa smiled softly, trying to reassure them both. “He’s on the plane, sister. He’ll be fine.” Kumar’s Mom sighed, relief washing over her. Then we all drove back to our homes as silent as the grave, each lost in our thoughts.

Hamare ghar mein main aur meri mummy hai. Papa ki jaan zyada sharaab peene se gayi. Meri maa ek pativrata aur dharmik aurat thi. Papa ke siva unhone kisi bhi paraye mard ko aankh utha kar nahi dekha tha. Unki gair mard se chudai hona to bahut door ki baat thi. Par meri seedhi-saadi maa ko pata nahi kaise ek padosi aadmi ne pataya, aur bahut choda, aur  garbhavati kiya?

Mera naam Jam Kumar Samrane, age 20, mummy Lumina Meena Kumari Samrane 46 saal. Maa ka figure 34-30-36 hai, aur apni body ko acha maintain rakha tha. Wo hamesha saree aur nighty pehanti thi. Iske alawa unka aur koi dress up nahi tha.

Mummy papa ke baare mein aur ek baat, unki love marriage hui thi. Mere papa Anand Kumar Bihar Haji ke rehne waale the, aur railway mein kaam karte the. Jab wo kaam ke silsile mein Karnataka (Mummy ka mayika) aaye, to waha kaam zyada tha. To waha ke gaon se local logon ki zaroorat pad gayi. Mummy bhi waha kaam pe jaane lagi.

Anand se pehchan ho gayi, aur dono ke beech pyar ho gaya. Lekin jab ye baat mummy ne apne ghar batayi to ghar walo ne is shaadi ke liye mana kar diya. Kyunki wo ladka (mere papa) hindu the, aur maa christian thi.

Isliye wo dono waha se bhaage aur Haji chale aaye aur shaadi ki. Waha bhi papa ke ghar walo ne unhe ghar mein nahi liya. Fir dono alag ghar lekar rehne lage.

Kuch samay baad main paida hua. Papa sharaab zyada peene lage the. Kabhi-kabhaar wo kaam par bhi pee kar jaate the, to unhe kaam se nikaal diya.

Fir papa khet mein mazdoori karne lage (ye sab mujhe mummy ne kuch samay pehle bataya tha). Papa ke dehant ke baad mummy khoob udaas rehne lagi. Unhe akelapan khaaye jaa raha tha. 1-2 maheene guzarne ke baad mummy thodi normal hui.

Par mujhe ye samajh nahi aaya, ki papa to unhe roz sharaab pee kar gaaliyan dete the. Kabhi kabhaar nashe mein unhe maarte the. Fir bhi mummy unhe bahut pyar karti thi. Kabhi shikayat nahi ki. Aaj bhi wo papa ko yaad karti thi. Khair pati the shayad isiliye wo ye sab sehti thi.

Hamare pados mein ek uncle rehte the. Unka naam Rakesh Sharma tha. Wo papa ke dost the, aur unki umar 55 saal thi. Mere ghar wo aksar aaya karte the, aur baahar waale room mein baith kar papa se baat hoti thi. Maine kayi baar dekha hai mummy jab chai dene jati to uncle boobs dekhne ki koshish karte the.

Mummy jaane lagti to gaand ko ghoorte the. Papa ke death ke baad Rakesh uncle hamare ghar nahi aa rahe the. Kyunki mummy ne unhe mana kiya tha ghar aane ko. Ek roz mummy ghar ke peeche baagiche mein kaam kar rahi thi, aur wo achanak gir gayi.

Mummy: Aah marr gayi.

Ye awaaz sun ke main ghar se bhaag kar waha gaya. Dekha to mummy neeche giri thi, aur uthne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Maine maa ko uthane ki koshish ki, par mujhse nahi ho raha tha. Fir bhi bahut taakat laga kar unhe khada kiya aur andar le-jaane laga. Lekin unse chala nahi jaa raha tha. Wo wahi jis chair se neeche giri thi, usi pe baith gayi.

Mummy: Mujhse nahi ho raha chalne ko.

Main: Thodi koshish kijiye!

Mummy: Nahi hoga, dard ho raha hai.

Main bahut darr gaya, aur bhaag kar Rakesh uncle ko bulane uske ghar gaya. Rakesh uncle apna lund hath mein lekar-

Rakesh: Meenu meri jaan. Kab mera lund apne muh mein legi? Kab teri chut mein mera lund hoga?

Aur lund ke chamde ko hath ki muth se aage-peeche kar rahe the.

Rakesh: Meri darling.

Main: Uncle (mujhe dekh kar Rakesh uncle ne apna lund pant ke andar daala).

Uncle: Abhi jo dekha kisi ko batayega?

Main: Nahi uncle.

Uncle: Teri maa ko?

Main: Nahi bolunga.

Rakesh: Shabash! Tum kyun aaye yaha?

Main: Mummy neeche gir gayi hai, unhe uthana hai.

Rakesh: Kya? chalo.

Rakesh uncle aaye aur maa ko pakad kar khada karne lage.

Mummy: Tum kyun aaye yaha?

Rakesh ne maa ki bina baat sune unhe pakad ke khada kiya.

Mummy: Ahh dard aaah.

Fir wapas maa baith gayi. Rakesh ne mummy ko apni god mein utha liya.

Mummy: Chhodho mujhe.

Rakesh: Chup baitho.

Rakesh uncle jab maa ko utha ke ghar ke andar la rahe the, to mummy ke boobs uncle ki chhaati se lage the. Mummy sharam ke maare laal ho gayi, aur neeche uncle ka lund tanna hua tha. Uncle ne mummy ko bed par sula diya.

Rakesh uncle: Main doctor ko phone karta hu.

Mummy: Nahi rehne do. Tum jao yaha se, hum dekh lenge.

Uncle ne fir bhi doctor ko call kiya. Thodi der baad doctor aa gaye.

Doctor ne maa ko check kiya aur bola-

Doctor: Pain relief ka injection deta hu.

Mummy thodi hadbada gayi, aur boli-

Mummy: Injection rehne do, tablet de do.

Doctor: Tablet se kaam nahi hoga, zyada maar lagi hai. Aapko kamar pe injection lena hoga.

Maa ne nighty pehan rakhi thi, to unhe wo kamar tak uthani thi. Rakesh uncle aur doctor ke saamne sharma rahi thi wo.

Doctor: Jaldi karo.

Mummy nighty uthana nahi chaahti thi, to jaan-boojh kar boli-

Mummy: Nighty uthane mein hath pair dard kar rahe hai. Hath pe injection do doctor sahab.

Doctor: Kya aap (Rakesh uncle ko dekh te hue), aap pati ho na, nighty upar karo inki.

Mummy: Wo mere pa…

Maa ki baat ko kaat-te hue.

Uncle: Theek hai.

Fir uncle mummy ki nighty pair se upar karne lage. Upar karte-karte ghutne tak, fir jaanghon tak, aisa karte hue kamar ke upar kar di. Mummy ne andar white color ka petticoat pehan rakha tha. Uncle ne petticoat ka naada dheela karke thoda neeche kheencha.

Mummy ki blue color ki panty dikhi. Uncle use dekhte rahe, aur jaan-boojh kar naada kholne ke bahane apna hath panty par rakh diya. Mummy ne petticoat ko thoda upar kiya to uncle ne hath nikala.

Sharam ke maare maa ka bura haal tha. Wo dono se nazre chura rahi thi. Petticoat aur panty ko kass ke pakad rakha tha mummy ne. Doctor ne panty petticoat ko neeche karke injection kiya, aur tablet de di. Doctor ki fees Rakesh uncle ne di, aur doctor ko ghar ke baahar chhodhne gaya.

Idhar mummy bed se neeche utar kar petticoat ka naada baandh rahi thi. Tabhi petticoat neeche gir gaya. Nighty bhi neeche ho gayi, lekin tab tak uncle ko ek baar fir maa ko dekhne ka mauka mila. Mummy ne use dekha aur petticoat pairon pe gira hua utha liya, aur wapas kamar par baandh diya.

Mummy (Gusse mein): Wo doctor aapko mera pati keh raha tha. Aapne kuch nahi bola.

Uncle: Mujhe koi problem nahi thi, to main kya bolta?

Mummy: Tum naada kholne ke bahane kya kar rahe the?

Uncle: Kya kiya maine?

Mummy: Mere sath aisa nahi chalega.

Uncle: Hua kya?

Mummy: Bhole mat bano. Tumhe kya main?

Uncle waha se gusse mein chale gaye. Shaam ko jab maa ka dard kam hua, to maa ne mujhe uncle ko ghar bulane bheja. Main unke ghar jaake uncle uncle awaaz di, par koi nahi tha. To main andar chala gaya. Maine dekha Rakesh uncle us din ki tarah bathroom mein nange the, aur lund hath mein leke kuch badbada rahe. Wo bol rahe the-

Uncle: Neri Lumi Meenu darling, aaj jaake teri panty dekhne ka mauka mila hai. Ek din tujhe zaroor nanga karunga, aur teri chut aur gaand pelunga. Aaaa uhhh ieee. Panty dekh kar ye haal hai mera, nangi chut dekhunga to kya hoga? Kitni mast chut hogi teri, uhhhh Meenu.

Uncle ke lund se virya nikal aaya. Use saaf karke baahar aaye to main tha.

Main: Mummy ne aapko bulaya.

Uncle: Tum kab aaye?

Main: Abhi.

Uncle: Abhi tumne kuch dekha?

Main: Nahi.

Uncle: Theek hai. Jao tum main aata hu.

Thodi der baad uncle hamare ghar aaye.

Aage ki kahani next part mein. Kaise mummy ko Rakesh uncle ne choda. Kahani ka feedback comment kare ya mail kare, aur haa, koi meri mummy ko chodna chaahta hai, to main help karunga mummy ki Facebook id deke. Mail me at [email protected]

This story is a mini-series about how the show Taarak Mehta ka Ooltah Chashmah ends. Everything is purely fictional but more funnier than the one aired on TV.

Tapu ne MBA kar liya tha aur ab woh naukri ki khoj kar raha tha. Usse apne pita, Jethalal ki madad se Tony TV mein junior manager level ki naukri mili. Tapu apne boss aur seniors ki gaand aur chut maar ke safalta ki raha par chalta gaya.

Kuchh hi mahino mein Tapu ko Vice President ki position mili and Gada parivaar khushi se gunj utha. Lekin uske liye Tapu to Gurgaon shift hona padta tha. Gada parivar aapas mein discuss kar rahe the ki Tapu kaise naye sheher mein set hoga. Tabhi Babita ji aur Iyer aate hai.

Iyer kehta hai, “Lijiye, muuh meetha kijiye. Mujhe ISRO ke space research ke liye chuna hai jo America ke space agency ke saath joint venture hai. Main issi liye ek saal tak NASA, USA ja raha hoon.”

Jethalal puchhte hai, “waah! Babita ji, aap bhi ja rahe hai?”

“Nahi Jethaji, main toh yahi hoon aap ke saath. Lekin aap itne tension mein kyun ho?” “Dekhiye na Babitaji, Tapu ko promotion mila hai, lekin usse naye seher, Gurgaon mein rehna hoga. Akela kaise manage karega?”

Babita Iyer se puchhti hai, “Iyer, tum ek saal ke liye USA ja rahe ho toh main tabhi Tapu ke saath Gurgaon chali jaoo? Tapu ki bhi madad hogi aur ek naya fresh experience hoga.”

Jethalal khushi se kehta hai, “Wah Babita ji, kya idea diya hai aapne. Thank you!” Iyer sochta hai ki agar Babita Gokuldham society mein rahegi to Jethalal usski le ke rahega. Usse achha Babita Tapu ke saath reh legi!”

Babita ko Tapu ke saath Gurgaon jaane ki permission deta hai. Iyer apne space mission ke liye USA chala jata hai. Tapu, Babita ji ko le kar Gurgaon chala jata hai. Gurgaon jaate hi dono Tapu ke company accomodation mein jaate hai.

Tapu ko ek chhota sa studio apartment diya jata hai. Andar dekhte hi Tapu kehta hai, “Babita aunty, ab itne chhote se ghar mein hum dono kaise rahenge?”

“Tapu, aunty kiss ko bola? Main teri partner hoon aur tu mujhe Babita keh kar bulayega! Aksar chhote chhote gharo mein pyaar badhta hai,” Babita Tapu ko hug karti hai aur usse ghar ke andar le jaati hai.

Dono apne kapde aur baaki ka samaan set kar dete hai. Dono ki umar mein 14 saal ka antar tha, lekin aisa lag raha tha jaise ek shaadi shuda couple ho. Raat ko dono ek hi bed par so jaate hai.

Dono ko neend nahi aati hai. Babita Tapu se kehti hai, “Tapu, mujhe na sex karne ka mood kar raha hai. Chal karte hai.”

“Lekin Babita…”

“Shhh… Jab tak Iyer yaha nahi hai, tu mera pati hai aur main teri patni.”

Babita light on karti hai aur apni nightie utaaarti hai. “Babita ji, aap bohot khubsurat lag rahi ho…”

“Ye sab khubsurati teri hai. Chal aa ja.” Babita Tapu ko kiss karne lagti hai aur dono ki kiss gehri hoti jati hai. Tapu Babita ki ponytail kholta hai aur uke sunhere baalo se khelne lagta hai.

Babita Tapu ka lunc muh me leti hai aur usse bada karti hai. Babita ek kutti ki tarah khadi ho jaati hai. Tapu usse doggy style mein fuck karta hai. Dono ki cheekhe jor se aane lagti hai aur happy ending karte hai.

Sex karne ke baad dono aaraam se bed par let te hai tabhi Babita kehti hai, “Tapu, tu jaanta hai, mai tere saath kyu aayi? Kyunki mujhe pata tha ki agar koi mujhe roj chodega to Iyer ke baad woh tum ho. Ab Iyer nahi hai toh tujhe hi mere saath roj sex karna hoga. Karoge na?”

“Jee Babita! Aap ko koi mana kar sakta hai kya?” Dono haste hai aur so jaate hai.

Yaha Tapu aur Babita ka pyaar badh raha tha aur dusri aur Gokuldham society mein kisi ko iss baat ki bhanak tak nahi thi. Jethalal abhi bhi Babita ke vichaar kar ke muth maar ke so jata tha.

Bhide parivaar mein Sonu ke liye rishte aa rahe the. Sonu, jo Tapu se bohot pyaar karti hai, kehti hai, “Aai-baba, mein ek baar Gurgaon ja kar Tapu se milna chahati hoon. Uske baad aap jo ladka bolenge usse shaadi kar lungi.” Bhide bhi maan jata hai aur Sonu ko Tapu ke paas bhej deta hai.

Sonu Tapu ke ghar jaati hai aur surprise ho jaati hai jab Babita ji darwaaza kholti hai. “Arre Sonu tum! Aao, andar aao. Kaise aana hua?”

“Main toh Tapu se milne aayi hoon. Lekin aap yaha? Woh bhi ek nightie pehne hue?”

“Arre Sonu, main yaha Tapu ke saatth hi rehti hoon. Uski yaha madad karti hoon. Abhi woh aayega toh usse garma garam khana khilaungi.”

“Ek dum pati-patni ki tarah.”

“Ha Sonu, shirf wohi nahi hota jo pati-patni karte hai. Tum samaj rahi ho na.”

“Oh. Aap dono sex karte ho? Chhhee! Aap dono ki age difference…”

“Sonu tu mujhe judge karna band kar. Ye bata, tu aayi kyu yaha par?”

“Babita aunty, baat thodi personal hai. Mere aai-baba mera rishta kara rahe hai. Lekin mujhe apni virginity Tapu ko hi deni hai. Toh Tapu ke saath ek raat bitaane aayi hoon.”

“Offo bas itni si baat hai. Karwa dungi sex. Tu bas nangi ho kar bed par so ja. Tapu aata hi hoga.” Sonu bed par nagi ho kar so jaati hai aur Babita apne Tapu ka intezaar karti hai.

Babita Tapu ko gate par hi kiss karne lagti hai aur uske aankho par dupatta baandh deti hai. Babita kehti hai, “Tapu, tere liye ek surprise hai. Aankhe band rakhna aur kuchh mat kehna.”

Babita Tapu ko nanga kar ke Sonu ke paas le jaati hai. Sonu Tapu ka lund choosne lagti hai lekin Tapu ko mahssos hi nahi hota ki woh Sonu hai. Tapu apna lund Sonu ke andar daalta hai tabhi usse mehsson hota hai ki ye koi aur aurat hai.

Tapu apni aankho se Babita ka dupatta nikal kar fek deta hai aur apne saamne nangi Sonu dekhta hai. Tapu kuchh kahe usse pehle Babita aa kar Tapu ko kiss karti hai. Tapu ka lund Sonu ke andar daalne mein uski madad karti hai.

Bas kuchh hi waqt mein Tapu ne bholi Sonu ki virginity chheen li. Ab bistar par Babita bhi utar aayi aur Sonu ko kiss karne lagi. Ab Tapu, Sonu aur Babita ke beech threesome chalu ho gaya tha.

Dono mahilaaye Tapu ka lund barabari se share kar rahi thi. Kab koi kisi ko kiss karta, aur kab koi kisi ko chaatta. Aisa karte karte puri raat beet jaati hai.

Subah hote hi Sonu kehti hai, “Tapu, tere saath sex kar ke maja aa gaya. Ab main chalti hoon.”

“Rukna Sonu. Ek baar aur karte hai.”

“Nahi Tapu, meri flight miss ho jaayegi.”

“It’s okay Tapu. Main tujhe chod dungi.” Babita kehti hai aur Sonu ko jaane deti hai.

Babita fir ek baar romantic ho jaati hai aur Tapu ko chod deti hai. Babita Tapu ko samjaati hai kaise Sonu ka rishta hone wala hai. Tapu taiyaar ho kar kaam pe nikalta hai. Babita Gokuldham society ki mahila mandal ko call karti hai.

Babita puri Mahila mandal ko bata deti hai kaise woh aur Tapu pati-patni ki tarah reh rahe hai.

Guys, you need to read this story, ‘Stranger at the Wedding Reception,’to understand Namrata’s plans for her sister’s wedding.

Hi, Madhan here- a passionate erotic writer. Thanks to all my ISS readers for the likes and valuable comments. Looking to connect with pleasure-seeking people. Reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed.

I check my watch, which ticked past 08 pm as I step into the evening reception of an unknown couple. I had to show the QR code of the invitation to enter the function hall. The hall was majestic like a palace on the outskirts of Mysore city.

I walked past rows of chairs with a packed crowd with my eyes scouring for the heroine of this story, Namrata. The moment I eyed her, my eyelashes revolted to flutter, not to miss her beauty. My mouth drooled open, watching the cute girl Namrata.

This was the first time I saw her for real on the stage. She stood at the side of the lavishly decorated seat of the wedding couple. Her elder sister was the bride.
Namrata looked much prettier than the dumb pictures she shared earlier.

I hadn’t replied to her last text, which read, “Where are you? What time will you reach? Be clear. You coming or not?”

I decided to delay announcing my arrival. I wanted to capture the elegant features of her beauty. I occupied the corner seat in the second row. My damned eyes never left the sight of charming Namrata. I had the “Wow” moment seeing her. I wondered what kind of person she was.

Namrata’s warm, cajoled eyes glanced at her phone quite often and searched for someone in the crowd. Evidently, she was expecting my message, and her eyes were looking for me. I got chills seeing her in the crimson-coloured saree, which was craftily worn.

She looked like a doll in the saree. I chose to tease her a bit. I typed, “Namrata, You look stunning in that saree. But I bet you would look much better without it.” (Wink emoji) Reading the message, the 5.2-tall Namrata smiled for the first time since my arrival.

Her smile was very innocent, the best part was her well-lined-up white teeth as her juicy lips widened with a small dimple across her skinny cheek. I typed, “Oye, cutie. Don’t stop smiling. People are going to faint.” She does the exact opposite, making a poker face.

Her eyes scanned the crowded function hall while she typed, “Madhan, Stop playing with me. Where are you?” My eyes were gaping at her feather-soft skin which was shining buttery. The patterns of mehendi added colours to her hand up to her elbow, with gold and glass bangles covering her arms.

I continued to evade her, “Hoop ring on your peacocky-shaped nose. Damn pretty,” I smiled, watching her nose flare taking deep breaths while reading my text. She replied, “Oye, where are you?.” Multiple gold jewels decorated her neck, ears, and hips.

She half covered her milky navel with her saree. I could make out medium 34-sized small boobs. I replied, “Why hide half of your sexy navel? Reveal them for the dying crowd (With a mouth-watering emoji).” Her face was covered with a layer of makeup.

I hated that because she was prettier without that layer. She blushed reading this text and immediately lowered her saree, revealing her sleek, milky navel. “Happy, now. But I can’t see you,” she replied. “What’s the use of revealing my full navel? What will you do? Will you be pinching my navel?” she teased me.

I replied, “I would love to lay my hands over your navel. Don’t tease. I am already watching you wildly. Butterfly.” She bites her juicy red lips, which have a slight touch of lipstick perfect to be sucked. She walks to the bride and hisses something in her ear.

I was so focused on Namrata that I completely missed the bride. My eyes jammed after seeing the bride. The bride was much hotter than Namrata. The bride was so hot that I got confused about whom to see – Hot Bride or Pretty Namrata. I recollect from the bulletin board that Vaidehi the bride’s name.

“Did I see that incorrectly?” After hearing Namrata’s words, the bride’s eyes start scanning the hall. For an instant, the bride’s hot gaze locks with mine. She replies something back to Namrata. I see a smile on the bride’s face, a feeling that I caught you.

I shook my head, repeating, ‘Stop imagining things,’ in my mind. At that exact moment, a small group (girls and boys), all dressed in the same colour, occupy the stage. ‘Shiva anta hoguttide road-inali.’ (a Kannada song) was playing in the background.

Apart from the dancers, a small bunch of crowd gathered on the stage, seemingly all cousins. They started cheering loudly for the dance. I watched Vaidehi’s pink, juicy lips widen with a wow moment, watching the dance unfold in front of her.

Vaidehi was completely immersed in living through the dance. I could not find Namrata among the group of cousins on stage. My eyes forgot all about pretty Namrata when her hotter elder sister moved from her seat, taking small steps with her anklets, making a ‘gal gal’ sound.

Initially, they played the Tamil song ‘My Rowdy Baby.’ The bride moved her hot body, displaying her curves with her huge 36-sized boobs shaking and calling me to be squeezed.

After that song, mostly boys among the cousins came forward and surrounded the bride. ‘Seereli hudugira nodale baradhu’ (a popular Kannada song) was played. Occupying the centre stage, the bride started to move her sexy body, showing off her sizzling structure.

There was a brief moment when Vaidehi lifted her hands high, revealing her low hips through the cream-coloured saree. The bride’s enchanting eyes briefly locked with mine. Did I imagine that? But Vaidehi’s glance felt like it lasted longer. Vaidehi bit her lips and nodded her head, seemingly inviting me.

“No way,” I shook my head vigorously to dispel the thought of being intimate with the hot bride. After the bride signalled me to come, my eyes began undressing her as she continued to move her body. I undressed and found huge 36-sized firm round boobs completely hidden in her sleeveless blouse.

I saw the bride’s shaking ass cheeks with my hands itching to grab and squeeze. My mouth was itching to bend her to a doggy and dig my face between her sexy ass cheeks. The bride’s skin tone was somewhat on the duskier side. The bride had a round face with fleshy bun-like cheeks.

Her small circular lips, with her lower lips slightly thicker than the upper lip. Completely forgetting my plans of fucking the sister Namrata who had invited me. I sat fantasizing about drilling the bride, who looked much hotter. I was imagining kissing the juicy lips of Vaidehi, drinking away all the wetness.

My god! Is it my imagination? This is the second time the bride had a brief eye contact with her provocative eyes and a dance move shaking her thighs like fucking. Fuck, my cock was erect in its tent. I adjusted, pushing the hard cock downward.

That’s when Namrata’s voice brought me back out of the fantasy world, “Chutiya, You came to fulfil my fantasy by fucking my brains out, and you are ogling at my sister.” From the moment I saw the hot bomb, Vaidehi, I had lost track of Namrata. I turn my gaze to find Namrata seated next to me.

She eyed her sister, who just finished dancing, “Is she hotter than me?” (With an angry face). I could see jealousy welled up in her eyes. I teased with a wink and smile, “Will I ever get a chance with both of you?” Her face lightened up, “What? You are a spoilt brat. You want my sister too.”

“Why don’t you go and ask yourself her husband.” That’s when I noticed the groom who sat silent all along. The groom looked very smart. “No chance your brother-in-law looks smarter than me.” Namrata gets a call and rushes to the stage. I notice a boy in a suit talking to Namrata.

The way they spoke with each other, I could tell that the boy was either Namrata’s boyfriend or cousin. I brushed away the thought of Namrata inviting me in the presence of her boyfriend or her speaking so freely in front of her family. She watches me while conversing with the boy in the suit.

My lusty eyes couldn’t resist seeing the hot Vaidehi, who was busy with families walking for photographs. I had a strange feeling that Vaidehi knew me. I again missed Namrata. The time was 9:00. I texted Namrata, “When am I going to have my hands massage and squeeze your slim hips?”

She doesn’t respond for a while. I text again, “When my hands will touch, feel, and play with your sweet soft pussy?” I walked around the hall, searching for Namrata. She replies, “You have to wait for the night to come.”

“The waiting game will only increase the pleasure, baby(With a tongue emoji).”

“Don’t you dare to talk about my sister Vaidehi (With a warning emoji)?”

I smiled, reading the jealousy in the second message. I was tempted badly, not by Namrata but mostly by her bride-sister, Vaidehi. I was in no mood to wait till night. Every second felt like a lifetime. I finally found Namrata on the stage. She teased by sticking out her tongue and shaking her head flirtatiously.

“I wanna jump on you now and kiss you. Kiss every bit of your face and neck. I want to suck your pussy now.” I signalled her to read my text. She replies, “Ah, please, Madhan, don’t tempt. Wait for the night.” More than her, I was tempted.

“My hands are dying to enter inside of your saree and,” I continued to tease her. “Please stop. Ah. I am waiting to have your cock inside me, Madhan.”

Looks like Namrata’s mother. She said something to Namrata. Nammu nods and steps down from the stage. That’s when I started to follow Namrata through the crowded function hall. Nammu did notice me following her but didn’t say anything.

I managed to stop the lift before it closed. Namrata smiled, acknowledging my eagerness, although two school-going kids accompanied us in the lift. I clenched my fists upon seeing the kids. But still stood right next to Nammu, our shoulders grazing against each other.

“Nammu, let me grab those sexy melons. Let me kiss you here,” I huskily teased her. She moves away, “Shhhhh. You have to wait to have me,” The lift quickly reached the second floor. Namrata stepped out, and I could see two guys in the corridor with rooms lined up on both sides.

Namrata glanced sideways at me while she unlocked the door, shaking her head as a signal for me to wait. I waited for the two guys to look away and then sneaked into the room, quickly latching the door behind me.

Wait for the next part.

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Hi everyone, this is Varun from Bangalore. I am 25 years old with 5 ft 10 in height and a decent physique.

So, let’s go to the story. I was visiting my aunt in the next city for the weekend because she was old and sickly. I reached her place late that night and she welcomed me in and gave me food. The food was amazing and I asked her if she made it.

She pointed to the kitchen and said that her maid did it. I went back there to give my compliments, but then I saw her and my jaw dropped. Th maid was dusky yet very cute. She was skinny, but her body radiated a silent sex appeal that made me hard. I stared at her for a while, and she didn’t seem to shy away while I ogled at her! I said the food was nice and she smiled widely. Her name was Sheila. Sweat dripped down the side of her face as she went back to work.

I went back to the living room and talked to my aunt, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the servant. I was getting really hard and horny. I really needed some release. It was finally my aunt’s bedtime and Sheila came in to wheel her away.

Sheila glanced back as she walked away. I wanted to fuck this woman so badly, but with my aunt being there…it seemed too impossible to do. So I decided to go to sleep. Meanwhile, Sheila came by with some sheets for me and placed them on my bed. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder at me. She whispered “goodnight” and walked out of the room.

I waited for all the lights to go off and turned on my laptop. I surfed from porn site to porn site, but I was unsatisfied. And by mistake, I clicked on an advertisement while trying to close it and it took me to a website full of hot and sexy Indian girls ready  to do whatever I asked them! Considering my horny situation, I decided to give it a try.

I scrolled down until I found a really sexy bitch named Bhavna.

Bhavna looked very slutty with a touch of innocence and I liked that. I made an account and purchased some credits so that I could play with her and invited her to come online. She accepted and logged on in a few minutes.

Bhavna came online wearing pink leggings and a tight gym tank-top. Her body was moist with sweat as she sat there sipping on a bottle of cold water. The sides of the bottle dripped the same way that her ripe body did. My crotch was already getting hard.

Bhavna (sigh): Sorry that I am soooo sweaty, baby…Just came back after a huge work out…(she sighed as she said it)

Me: Well, why don’t you flash me those huge tits…I wanna see how sweaty they are under that slutty top.

Bhavna giggled and pulled up her top for me. Her nipples were hard and she winced gently as she took the cold water bottle and ran them across her sensitive nipples. They got hard and she twirled them in her long fingers. She bit her lip and looked at me. I pulled off my pants and my cock took up the screen.

She leaned in and licked her camera as if it was my cock, so I started stroking very slowly. She reached inside her tight leggings and moaned softly while rubbing her pussy. The crotch of her leggings was starting to stain from her wetness. I asked her to pull them down and show me that juicy pussy, and she started doing it…but I suddenly heard a crash in the hallway. Bhavna moaned and I shushed her to go check it out.

I checked for my aunt’s voice but all I heard was her snoring. The kitchen light was on, so I snuck up behind the door. I heard a stifled moan and peeked over the door frame. Sheila was on the other end of it. She had one hand on her mouth and another down inside her sweaty panties. This bitch was masturbating. I saw this as my chance to get involved.

I jumped in front of her and she gasped silently. We stood there in the silence of the dim, kitchen bulb and stared at one another. It was obvious that neither one of us wanted to back away. I walked in closer to her and she leaned back on the counter. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in without speaking.

She breathed into my hair as I licked her neck and grabbed her hips. She moaned into my ear and I turned her around. She bit her lip and looked back into my eyes as I reached inside her wet panties and rubbed her pussy. She kissed my top lip softly and I licked her tongue with swift flicks and turned her around to face me.

I put my hand in her panties and then put two fingers in her mouth. She looked at me in surprise, so I kissed her deeply.

Me (whispering into her mouth): Come, fuck me in my room.

Sheila (biting my ear softly as she whispers): Ok… (kiss, kiss, kiss)

I walked into my room and told Bhavna about our surprise guest. Bhavna got excited. She was on the screen with her leggings down to her knees. Her milky white legs showed as she stuck her fingers deep in her pussy and watched us.

Sheila: Who is that?

Me: I paid her to watch us fuck. Should I tell her to go?

Sheila watched Bhavna masturbate with curiosity. I pulled Sheila’s pants off and she didn’t resist me. I grabbed her pussy and she moaned softly as she dripped. I pulled her panties down to her knees and she started breathing heavily.

Bhavna: Oh my God…you’re gonna fuck her in front of me? (moan)

Sheila: I can’t believe I’m doing this!

Me: (kissing her inner thighs) Should I stop then, Sheila? (kiss)

Sheila sighed and pushed my face into her pussy. I licked her oozing pussy gently. Bhavna fingered herself harder as she watched Sheila. I inched my cock inside Sheila and her eyes rolled up and another stifled moan escaped her sweet lips. I pulled up her top and Sheila pulled it off while my cock stayed deep inside her.

Bhavna: Oh, my God! (moan, gasp, moan) Your dusky nipples are so cute.

Sheila: Fuck! Your pussy is so wet! Fuck me now! Do it!

I stuffed Sheila’s top in her mouth and rammed into her. Bhavna moaned and stuffed herself to the same rhythm as mine. Sheila’s pussy was so soft and juicy that it made me groan as I fucked her in the dark against the warm blue light of the laptop. I reached in and licked her neck and pulled her hair as I stroked into her.

Sheila: Oh! Fuck! Yes!!

Bhavna: Stuff her, Daddy!

Sheila: Yea! Stuff me, Daddy!

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I felt my cock throb as I drove it deep into her uterus. Her sweat-drenched, dusky body was too hot to resist. The feel of sin washed over me as I grabbed her close and inhaled her intoxicating scent as I fucked her. She looked back into my eyes as she moaned in my face and kissed me. I felt my cock explode deep inside her as she licked my lips and moaned again.

I pulled out and an oozing trail of cum dripped out of my cock. Sheila turned around and showed Bhavna her cream-pied pussy. Bhavna rubbed her pussy harder watching the cum drip out of Sheila’s slutty cunt.

Bhavna: Fuck! That’s so hot! Fill me like that too! Ahhh! Ahhhh!

Bhavna’s body convulsed as she came watching us get nasty in the dark. I kissed Sheila and we both chuckled as we cuddled each other’s sweaty bodies in the dark room. Bhavna thanked us for the explosive orgasm and left. Sheila moaned into my mouth and kissed me then fell asleep in my arms. We woke up early in the morning and fucked each other raw once again. Now, we both have a habit of calling hot desi girls from DscGirls.Live website to join us for our fuck sessions! (To be continued)

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Hello doston, main aapka apna dost Shaanu hu. Aaj ek aisi story laya hu aapke liye ki padhte hi aap sab mujhse poochoge fir kya hua, aur kitni baar hua. Ye story hai mere school ki teacher ki jo mujhe mere college time pe Facebook pe mili.

Main apne baare mein thoda bata du aapko agar ijazat ho to. Main Shaanu, height 5’7″, weight 70, aur mere sher ka size hai 7 inches lamba, aur kaafi mota, aur hamesha shikaar ke liye taiyaar rehta hai.

To story ki heroine ke baare mein bata du aapko. Meri teacher ka name Rekha (name changed) hai. Rekha ki age 39, aur size 34-30-36 hai. Use dekhte hi kisi ka bhi khada ho jaye. Kisi pornstar se kam nahi thi wo.

To school time pe to ye sab pe dhyan nahi tha mera, aur naa hi koi gandi feeling thi mujhe Rekha ko leke. School khatam hua, aur ab main college mein aa gaya tha. Fir jab mera 1st year khatam hone wala tha, tab maine Rekha ko facebook pe dekha, aur use friend request bhej di. Agle hi din meri request accept bhi ho gayi. Fir maine unhe message kiya aur hamari normal student teacher wali baat hi ho rahi thi.

Mere school ka annual day tha jisme Rekha ne mujhe invite kiya aur main khushi-khushi chala gaya. Waha hum mile aur normal baat hui. Fir annual day khatam hone ke baad hum sath hi nikal gaye ek-doosre ki ghar ki taraf.

Raasta same tha hum dono ke ghar ka, bas Rekha ka ghar mujhse pehle hai aur mera thoda aur aage. Distance zyada nahi tha to hum chal kar hi jaa rahe the, aur baaton hi baaton main rekha ne mujhse poocha-

Rekha: Kyun Shaanu, ab to college mein aa gaye ho. Gf to bana hi li hogi?

Main: Nahi ma’am gf kaha banegi mujhse. Itna to sharmata hu kisi ladki se baat karne se.

Rekha: Dekh ke lagta nahi tumhe tumhari gf nahi hogi.

Main: Mere naseeb mein kaha gf?

Rekha: Acha, to tumhe to koi pasand hogi. Batao-batao kaisi pasand hai, main hi dhoondh deti hu tumhare liye gf (aankh maarte hue).

Main (main samajh gaya tha yaha thoda naughty hona hi padega mujhe): Agar main bata bhi doonga, to bhi aap dhoondh nahi paogi.

Rekha: Arre batao to pehle. Aur main promise karti hu dhoondh doongi. Batao ab jaldi.

Main: Mujhe to bilkul aap jaisi sundar ladki chahiye.

Rekha: Kuch bhi, main to 39 ki hu, aur 39 age walo ko ladki nahi aurat bolte hai. Upar se shaadi-shuda bhi hu main. Bachha bhi hai mera.

Main: Dekha maine kaha tha na, agar maine aapko bata bhi diya to bhi aap nahi dhoondh paoge, aur mujhe ye sab se koi farak nahi padta. Meri nazar se dekho khud ko, tab pata chalega aap kitni sundar ho. Agar mujhe koi chahiye to bas aisi hi.

Rekha: Mere jaisi to main hi hu bas.

Rekha ka ghar aa gaya aur wo chali gayi. Fir hamari baatein facebook se whatsapp pe aa chuki thi. Ab Rekha apni family problems batane lagi, ki uska pati bahut drink karta tha, aur uski taraf bilkul bhi dhyan nahi deta tha. Main samajh chuka tha bas yahi mauka tha. Tadap to Rekha bhi rahi thi.

Maine seedha keh diya: Agar aap meri biwi hoti na, to main to house husband ban jata, aur poora din bas aapka dhyan rakhta, aur pyar karta. Bas aur koi kaam nahi karta.

Rekha: Acha ji, itna kya pasand aa gayi main aapko?

Main: Sab kuch pasand aa gaya hai aapka mujhe to.

Rekha: Bahut naughty ho gaye ho tum (Naughty wali smile ke sath).

Main: Wo to pehle se tha, bas aapne kaafi time laga diya mujhse milne mein.

Rekha: Wo kehte hai na sabar ka fal meetha hota hai, to bas.

Main samajh chuka tha ki aag dono taraf thi. Hum aise hi baatein karte rehte. Fir naughty baatein kab sex chat mein badal gayi, mujhe pata hi nahi chala. Rekha mujhe sab batane lag gayi, ki usne kon se colour ke undergarments pehne hue the, aur wo video call pe jaan-boojh ke mujhe seduce karti thi.

Ek din maine to keh hi diya: Bas karo Rekha rani. Ab itna na tadpao mujhe, aur mil lo mujhse.

Usne kaha: Milenge, zaroor milenge, sabar karo thoda bas.

Aise hi din beette gaye, aur hum bas phone par hi baat kar rahe the, aur chat kar rahe the. Ek din unka message aaya ki-

Rekha: Kal main school se chutti loongi, aur ghar par koi nahi hoga. To tum aa sakte ho kya?

Maine kaha: Neki aur pooch-pooch. Bas time bata do kitne baje aana hai? Main 1 second bhi late nahi hounga.

Unhone kaha: Lagta hai bahut jaldi hai tumhe. Bilkul bhi sabar nahi ho raha hai tumse.

Main to soch raha tha ab saala ye ek din bas jaldi se beet jaye. Subah 10 baje main unke ghar pahunch gaya. Black shorts aur t-shirt mein kya sexy lag rahi thi meri Rekha. Usko dekhte hi mera khada ho gaya bina kuch kiye. Aur usne andar kuch bhi nahi pehna tha. Uske nipples clearly hi visible the, wo bhi tight nipples. Mann to kiya bas shuru kar du lekin apne aap ko control karte hue andar gaya main.

Unhone poocha: Kya loge?

Maine kaha: Ye to aapko bahut ache se pata hai main kya loonga. To bas wahi dedo ab.

Rekha: Ruko-ruko poora plan hai mere paas. Sabse pehle hum sath nahayenge.

Main turant khada ho gaya aur kaha: Chalo nahane.

Wo boli: Ruko pehle kuch pee lo tum.

Aur wo juice leke mere paas baith gayi, aur main bas use hi ghoore jaa raha tha.

Rekha: Aise kya dekh rahe ho?

Main: Bahut zyada pyar hai andar. Bas ab ye sab chhodho, aur chalo nahane.

Rekha ko pata tha mujhse control nahi ho raha tha. Isliye jaan-boojh ke mujhe aur tadpa rahi thi. Fir hum dono bathroom ki taraf chale gaye.

Next part main aapko bataunga ki kaise maine chut aur gaand dono ke maze liye apni teacher rekha ke. Agar aapko meri story achi lage ya na achi lage, jo bhi lage, mujhe mail karke bataiyega.

Mail id: [email protected] Next part main bahut kuch aayega I guarantee.

It was a hot summer evening in Delhi. I, a mere college student named Romeo, received a message from two intriguing individuals named Sarthak and Lily. They had come across my erotic stories on this website of ISS and were captivated by my writing.

Sarthak was a 46-year-old man, and Lily was a 39-year-old woman. Both lived in a lavish house in Delhi.

Lily was a woman of elegance and grace, with a petite figure and a beautiful face that radiated warmth and kindness. Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes sparkled with excitement.

She wore a red silk saree that accentuated her curves. I could tell that she took great care of herself. Her smooth, milky skin was unblemished, and her lips were full and inviting. I could see the faint lines of age adorning her face, adding character to her allure.

As we chatted, Sarthak and Lily proposed a tantalizing proposition. They wanted me to come over to their house and write a story based on a real-life encounter between the three of us. I was hesitant at first. But their seductive words and promises of a generous cash reward convinced me to take the plunge.

When I arrived at their house, I was greeted by Lily’s radiant smile and Sarthak’s firm handshake. I felt my heart race as they described the thrill of watching their partner surrender to another’s touch. Lily’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and I could sense her anticipation growing.

They led me to their spacious bedroom, where the magic was about to happen. The air was thick with tension as they guided me to their opulent bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with candles casting flickering shadows on the marble walls.

A large, canopied bed sat in the centre, beckoning us to indulge in our fantasies. As we stood at the foot of the bed, I gently unknotted Lily’s saree, letting it pool at her feet. Her full, round breasts were adorned with delicate lace. Her nipples hardened beneath my gaze.

Her stomach was soft and inviting, leading to the triangle of dark curls between her legs. Sarthak stood by the bed, already naked, his hard cock pointing straight at me. Lily’s eyes locked onto mine, and I could sense her desire intensify.

I stepped closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. My lips found hers, and we kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining in a dance of passion. Sarthak’s hand reached out to cup her breast, and she moaned softly into my mouth. I trailed my lips down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

My fingers found the wetness between her legs. I teased her clit, feeling it swell beneath my touch. Lily’s breathing quickened. She pushed her hips against my hand, urging me for more.

Sarthak, kneeling behind her, spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight puckered hole. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. Lily’s moans filled the room as he explored her, her body trembling beneath our touch.

I slipped a finger into her slick pussy, feeling her muscles clench around me. I added a second finger, and she gasped, her hips bucking against my hand.

“Take off your clothes, Romeo,” Lily commanded, her voice dripping with desire. “We want to see what you’re working with.”

I obliged, feeling my cock stiffen as I undressed. Lily’s eyes widened with pleasure as she admired my toned body and hard cock.

“Oh, you’re a big one,” she said, licking her lips. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Sarthak approached me, his hand reaching for my cock. “Let’s get you nice and wet,” he said before taking my cock in his mouth and sucking eagerly.

Lily watched us, her fingers playing with her clit as Sarthak sucked my cock. I could see the desire in her eyes, and I knew that she was ready for more.

“Fuck me, Romeo,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised to enter her wet pussy. But before I could do so, Sarthak interrupted.

“Wait,” he said, “let me prepare her first.”

He knelt and began to lick Lily’s pussy, his tongue probing her folds and teasing her clit. Lily moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking as Sarthak licked her.

“Oh, yes, right there,” she said, her voice trembling.

Sarthak then inserted a finger into her pussy, fucking her gently as he continued to lick her clit. Lily’s moans grew louder, and I could see the orgasm building up inside her.

“I’m going to cum,” she said, her voice trembling.

Sarthak continued to finger her as she cum, her pussy contracting around his finger as she moaned with pleasure. Once Lily had recovered from her orgasm, I positioned myself behind her, my cock poised to enter her pussy. He knelt in front of her, his cock in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Lily said as I entered her pussy from behind.

He watched as I fucked her, my hips slapping against her ass as I thrust in and out of her pussy. Lily sucked his cock, her moans muffled by his dick.

After a few minutes, I pulled out of Lily’s pussy and positioned myself at her ass. I inserted a finger into her ass, lubing it up with saliva before positioning myself to enter her.

“Oh, fuck,” Lily said as I entered her ass.

He watched as I fucked her ass, my hips slapping against her cheeks as he thrust in and out of her. Lily sucked my cock, her moans muffled by his dick. After a few minutes, I pulled out of Lily’s ass and lay down on the bed.

He slicked up his cock, and I did the same. I positioned myself in front of Lily, my cock pressing against her entrance. Sarthak, behind her, slowly pushed his cock into her ass. We moved in unison, easing into her, filling her up in the most intimate way.

As we began to move, Lily’s moans grew louder, her voice echoing in the room. “Yes, fuck me, both of you,” she begged, her fingers digging into my back. I felt Sarthak’s cock slide against mine, separated by the thin barrier of her flesh.

Our rhythm grew, and we fucked her harder, our bodies slapping against hers. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, her muscles clenching as she neared her climax. Sarthak’s fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he plunged into her.

Sarthak, still inside her, slipped a hand between her legs, teasing her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. I watched as he brought her to the edge once more, her body trembling with pleasure.

As she came again, I leaned in to kiss her, tasting her sweetness mixed with the musk of our lovemaking. We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined in a beautiful embrace.

I felt her body tense, and she cried out as she came, her pussy pulsing around my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer and released inside her, my cum mixing with Sarthak’s as he filled her ass.

Sarthak, still inside her, slipped a hand between her legs, teasing her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. I watched as he brought her to the edge once more, her body trembling with pleasure.

Lily and Sarthak lay down beside me, their bodies glistening with sweat.

“That was amazing,” Lily said, her voice trembling.

“Yes, it was,” Sarthak said, his hand reaching for Lily’s breast.

They paid me the stash of cash they had promised. I left their home with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. I had not only fulfilled their fantasy but had also discovered a new side of myself. I couldn’t wait to share my new experiences in my next erotic tale.

It was an experience I would never forget, a taste of ecstasy that I would always cherish.

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