Author: admin

This story is about my girlfriend and how she got herself satisfied in my absence.

We had been dating for 1.5 years now and we had a very intimate, wild and full of sexual relationship.

About my girlfriend:

Name: Janvi
Age: 25
Stats: 36D-34-36

From the past:

Coming to the story, we both met in Delhi when we were staying in a PG. She stayed one floor above my floor, she shifted to this PG when it was summer peak and we became friends and eventually ended up dating (that is another story).

She had been staying in Delhi alone since 2021, away from her hometown Kanpur, just after her graduation, and had made friends there. One of her friends was a guy named Mahesh from Andhra who was the same age as her.

This guy firstly was very friendly to her but eventually fell for her sexy body. Janvi also had recently got sexually active that time with another guy.

Once Mahesh called her to his flat to meet up in the evening. She had a fight with her bf at that time, so she went to meet Mahesh. To her surprise, he was alone there and there started the chit-chatting which eventually got diverted to sexual talks. She also got aroused by the talks and it kept going.

Mahesh then asked her if he could get a glimpse of her boobs. Janvi resisted at first but then gave up the resistance and lifted her top to show her boobs in the bra to him. He came closer and started playing his fingers over her cleavage and the slightly visible areolas. She started enjoying his touch and all of a sudden, he pulled her bra down to expose her boobs fully! Janvi was surprised by his action and she tried to hide her boobs with her hands. But he took them off and started pressing her boobs while kissing her lips and pulling them with his teeth.

Janvi had been aroused so much that her pussy was wet inside and the aroma was getting intense.

Mahesh then asked for lying on her lap and suck her boobs. He laid that way so that he could sniff her pussy through her pyjamas. When he was lying on her lap, she bent enough to let him suck her boobs like a baby would do. He started sucking and nibbling Janvi’s boobs, making her moan and dripping wet.

She couldn’t resist anymore and she made him get up and asked him to finger her. He was instantly ready and pulled her pyjamas and panty down. She pulled his pants down and both of them got naked.

Now Mahesh started fingering Janvi’s pussy slowly and nicely, making her moan. He was kissing her hard too so that her moans were not loud and his fellow flatmates won’t hear them. He was muffling her moans with his mouth while her pussy was being fingered nicely. Then he increased the pace a bit and that made her moan louder. And eventually, she couldn’t help but orgasm.

After her orgasm, Janvi made Mahesh lay on his back and started stroking his dick, giving a handjob. She was too good for that Mahesh couldn’t resist her hands on him. He pulled her towards him while getting stroked and started biting her lips and ejaculated quickly in her hands. She wiped his dick and her hands.

After that, both of them cleaned themselves and got dressed. Before leaving, they kissed nicely. He was pressing her boobs over the top, but she somehow managed to control herself from getting into action again.

Janvi had denied him sex as she was in a relationship with another guy and used to have sex with him only, so she didn’t want to cheat on her then-time bf. (This were her thoughts.)

Cut to the present:

Since I and Janvi started dating, we used to have sex daily, literally daily! As we used to stay just a floor up and down, she used to come to my room. She and I used to fuck wildly like animals.

When she got comfortable coming downstairs, she got bolder and started not wearing a bra or panty inside her top and pyjamas. In my room, the cupboard always had the condom boxes stacked.

And when we had to move back to our respective home towns (she to Kanpur and me back to Mumbai), we were about to get into a long-distance relationship. Neither she nor I wanted to have a long-distance relationship as we wouldn’t be able to have sex frequently.

In the last week before we could shift, it was raining heavily and the weather had cooled down. We fucked like mad animals daily for those 7 days till we were exhausted and used to lay naked in the room, mostly in each other’s arms.

It was decided that I would go a day before her. Before leaving in the evening, we had mad sex, and I left for the railway station.

I reached the station, but I missed the train. So I thought I will surprise my girlfriend by going back to her place and I will get one more day until the next day to fuck her.

The scene:

I returned in like 2 hours, slowly crawled up the stairs, and saw that Mahesh was standing at the door! Janvi had told me that Mahesh was just a friend and in the past, they had made out many times but now they don’t meet. And Mahesh didn’t know that she was dating me, he was under the assumption that she was single now.

He went inside and Janvi latched the door. When she told me about their past, I was more excited than jealous. And now seeing him enter my girlfriend’s flat, I got excited again.

I quietly went upstairs and since I had a spare key to her flat, I entered swiftly without making any sound. The rains were also suppressing the extra noise.

Meanwhile, they both went into the bedroom and the lights were turned off. She had called him to watch a movie together.

As there was no one in the flat and the door was open, I could see them from a corner and from the slight light reflecting from the tablet screen they were watching. They both were lying on their stomachs while watching the movie, but Mahesh had different plans.

Just some 15 minutes into the movie, he started talking off-topic and started praising Janvi, saying that when such a beautiful girl was beside him, how can he concentrate on the movie and all. He was trying to flatter my girlfriend in every way possible. Then he slightly started touching her on her back all the way to her ass over her clothes. She reacted by saying, “Just watch the movie.”

Then he told her that he wanted to touch her belly and started insisting repeatedly. It was dark and his hard dick wasn’t that visible in his pants. Somehow, my girlfriend agreed and laid down on the back. The light from the window was shining on them so I could see what was happening.

He sat beside my girlfriend, lifted her top and started caressing her belly to which she started moaning! Then he started tracing her boobs over the clothes, trying to get her more aroused and horny. He knew how to get her horny because once she was aroused, she will lose her senses and would take control herself.

While tracing my Kanpur GF’s boobs, all of a sudden, he put his hand inside the bra and squeezed her boobs directly, and pulled out one boob. Then he pressed and took out the next boob. Before Janvi could react anything or resist, he started squeezing her boobs and pinching her nipples. He knew she liked it hard and rough, so he started pulling her nipples in that position.

By then, my girlfriend was aroused to her potential and was enjoying rather than resisting. She got up and sat on the bed and he started sucking her boobs like he would do before, but this time nibbling and sucking those nipples also.

Mahesh started playing with Janvi’s boobs wildly without mercy. He was pulling her boobs so roughly like a gym rope was pulled and swayed. He was totally exploiting her boobs in all the directions. She was screaming and moaning in pain and pleasure.

Janvi got so aroused and uncontrollable herself that she took his hand and put them inside her pyjamas and panty and directly into her wet dripping hot pussy and asked him to finger her hard. He then made her lay on her back and started fingering her wet dripping pussy while he was in that sitting pose between her legs, hard and wild to make her moan in pleasure like anything. She was moaning so loudly, the rains were suppressing her voice but the flat was full of her moans.

My girlfriend was asking Mahesh to do it faster and faster. He continued as she demanded. While laying down, she pulled him towards herself and held his face, and started kissing him, biting his lips while he continued fingering her pussy like animals.

Then she asked him to take off his pants and lie down. Since there was no condom, she simply climbed up on his undies and started rubbing her wet dripping pussy which he fingered and gave herself multiple orgasms on his hard dick and also giving Mahesh the pleasure of a cowgirl pose.

He then took her down, stood aside and pulled his undies down. His precum-leaking dick was shining and my girlfriend’s mouth went watery for sucking it. She immediately held it and started giving him a slurpy blowjob. While blowing, she would kiss him and exchange saliva and talk dirty.

He then held her head and asked her to go deepthroat which she did after some jerks. He was about to ejaculate, so he warned her and she pulled out the dick from her mouth and took all the cum over her face and boobs. Then my girlfriend sucked and licked the dick clean.

After that, Janvi asked him to go and wash himself. After, him she went and washed herself. She came out without wearing a bra or panty inside as she thought he would be going now and she could rest. She told him that he should go now and whatever happened was in the heat of the moment and that she didn’t intend to.

Mahesh started saying that it was raining, how can he go and rather he will stay for the night or till the rain stopped. She agreed after some time that he should leave after the rain stops.

Then they both sat together. He started asking her and asking her how was the session. My lover tried to avoid the talk, but she was still horny and unsatisfied with one session and was controlling herself. He could smell her pussy aroma again and tried to get her to talk dirty again.

Mahesh pointed and touched Janvi’s nipple which was poking out as she wasn’t wearing a bra. Then he started touching her boobs again and again and finally started squeezing them without her permission. But she had started enjoying it again and wanted more. He insisted she takes off her pyjamas. She was already ready for that as her pussy was dripping and the aroma was arousing him as well. Janvi removed her pyjamas and got completely naked and sat with her legs wide in front of him, such that he had access to her boobs and her pussy together.

Without wasting any time, he just started fingering my girlfriend like there was no tomorrow and made her moan to the top of her voice. Janvi clinched him hard while he was fingering her. The already wet bedsheet was again drenched in her love juices. Mahesh wasn’t stopping at all nor did she want him to stop.

After getting fingered for about 10-15 minutes and having multiple orgasms, she collapsed back on the bed, totally naked, and her legs spread between his legs.

Mahesh quickly climbed on top of my girl and adjusted his dick with undies on her pussy and started jerking as if he was fucking her. She was enjoying it too. His undies was already wet from the previous session with her pussy juices and now it was drenched.

While jerking over her pussy, Mahesh ejaculated inside his undies itself and collapsed on her boobs and started sucking them. She was enjoying the non-stop pleasure experience she was having.

He said he will stay for the night, but then she said he should go now as the rains had stopped and she had to wake up early to do her packing as the train was scheduled in the afternoon. She convinced him to leave. While leaving, Mahesh put his finger inside her pussy to lick her cum and asked her to clean her dick with a blowjob. She then agreed and gave him a farewell blowjob which was so good that he felt as if his soul left his body.

Finally, he left late at night and she collapsed on her bed naked with her pussy still dripping and her boobs turned red. I was watching all this from a corner and ejaculated more than twice seeing them have fun like animals, wild and rough.

Janvi got up and went for a bath, I waited outside and made it look as if I just returned from the station.

After she came back from the bathroom, I gave her a call and asked her to open the door. She was surprised and afraid after seeing me. We hugged and kissed. She smelled so good after the bath and her body was warm after the foreplay sessions she had.

Before I could see the unchanged bedsheet, she rushed me to the bathroom and asked me to take a bath. Before I could come out after the bath, she had arranged the room and changed the bedsheet.

I came out naked and started kissing my girlfriend wildly and when I squeezed her boobs, she gave out a painful moan. I asked her what happened to which she said nothing. She said she was tired and also that she had to wake up early, so asked me to sleep. Even I was tired as I had ejaculated more than twice.

So we went to bed and slept cuddling each other. I woke her up with a morning sex session as I had brought a packet of condoms last night.

We packed her stuff. She had her train first, so she boarded after which I had mine.

She never told me about this incident nor I asked her about it. I loved watching how another guy was handling my girlfriend wild and rough, especially the boobs play like gym rope and faster fingering which made her scream and moan at the same time.

I am waiting for her to confess if she wants to, but I want to see her getting exploited like these by random guys to her satisfaction. I wish there had been more steamy sex sessions ahead of the foreplay sessions. It would have been more exciting to watch her getting pounded in cowgirl and doggy as her figure is enough to drive any guy crazy in bed.

I came back in a sleeveless T-shirt and night pants. My husband is ok as I wear sleeveless to the office too. We had some Maggie and started to work. My husband said he would go to bed as he had an important meeting the next day.

He went to our bedroom and closed the door to sleep as we were working in the living room. I was sitting opposite each other and working on our systems. I noticed Rohit has been noticing me now and then.

When I raised my head, I saw what he was looking at. I saw that the tshirt is low neck and since I didn’t wear any bra. My boobs were open, and he could see my cleavage. He can also see my boobs moving as I was typing on the keep board.

Rohit smiled at me and winked. I showed him my index finger as a warning and also pointed towards our bedroom. He pulled his tongue out, making a silly face as if he didn’t care. After working for half an hour, I got an issue which I asked him to check. He asked me to sit beside him.

I sat beside him, placing my laptop beside his. He looked at the issue and guided me through the steps. At the same time, I was doing as he had instructed. His right hand started to move over my left thigh. I shivered as his hand moved up and down over my thin fabric night pants. I didn’t wear any panties as well.

I pushed his hand away, but he bought it back. I didn’t say anything as my Manager pinged me, “How long will it take?” I responded to him by giving me 10 minutes and typing furiously. Rohit’s hand was over my inner thigh, rubbing and pressing.

I knew that I started to leak down. It was arousing, too. I also noticed that Rohit already noticed that my nipples were hard and poking over the t-shirt. As his hand reached over my pussy, he felt the wetness on my pants. He smiled and moved his hand over my abdomen when he felt the sprouting hair.

He gripped my whole pussy with his palm. I let out a moan, and at the same time, I entered the enter button. It was a success, and I informed my Manager. He appreciated me for the quick work. I looked at Rohit. He was looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

He jumped on me, pushing me on the sofa. He parted my legs and began to eat my pussy over the night pants. I placed my hand over his head and pushed him further. He caught my wet pants with his teeth and pulled it, tearing it exactly near my pussy. My pussy lips came out of the torn area.

He caught my pussy lips with his teeth and pulled them a little more outside. Once my pussy was completely out, he started to lick me. Aah, wow, he is an amazing licker, I should say. I never enjoyed this much when someone licked me. I took his hand from my waist and placed them over my boobs.

He started to pull my hard nipples in between as he licked me deep and deep. I didn’t want to cum as he licked but wanna drench his dick with my juices. I stopped him and unbuckled his pants. He lifted his ass off the sofa. That’s when I pulled his pants to his knees along with his underwear.

I can see his precum oozing hard dick raised. I caught his hairy balls and massaged them. I bent myself forward and took his dick into my mouth. I rolled my tongue over his dick, cleaning all the pre cum. He caught my hair and pushed me further down, making me gag over his dick.

Once, his dick was sloppy with all my saliva. I got up and positioned myself over his dick. I slowly sat on his dick, closing my mouth with my hand. My pussy was all wet, and his dick was sloppy enough to slide into my pussy. His dick widened my pussy as it went.

I hold his shoulders for some time to get the pain to subside before I start riding him. With my legs on either side of him, I lifted myself and sat back on his dick again. I started to ride him, closing my eyes. It was such an awesome feeling riding his dick while my husband was sleeping there.

Rohit held me, placing his hands over my back. I started to press my boobs myself while riding. I took my t-shirt off and placed my boobs into his mouth, one after the other. He sucked them while I rode and rode him till all my juices flew all over his dick.

They went down from his dick to his ball. Then, making the sofa wet. He then held my thighs and carried me. He took me to the bedroom door and pinned me to the wall. He started to fuck me in the air. I had my legs around his waist, controlling my screams.

He was fucking me so hard if there was no one at home. I might have screamed my lungs out and asked him to go harder. I was unable to hold the pleasure that was building when I left my legs in the air for some time. He was grunting as he was nearing his orgasm, too.

I licked his ear and asked him to fuck hard so we could cum together. He placed both of his hands under my underarms. Lifting me some higher, he started to fuck me with brutal force. Fuck, my god! I couldn’t stop from moaning those words in pleasure.

Again I cum on his dick. He made me drop down on his dick and immediately made me lie on the floor with his dick still in my pussy. He lifted my legs and crossed them over each other. This made his dick feel more tight, and he fucked me till he emptied his balls deep down my pussy.

We both were lying beside each other just beside the door when my husband was sleeping. We smiled at each other. I got up after 15 minutes and wore my T-shirt back. He adjusted his wrinkled shirt and wore his pants.

My pants were all wet, and the cum patches were visible. I accompanied him to the gate. Seeing that no one was around, he pushed me over his bike. He smacked my ass hard, saying, “Next time, I am going to fuck this ass harder.”

I smiled at him and waved good night. I came back to my flat and slept beside my husband. My pussy was still shivering with pleasure. Hope you loved my experience of getting my pussy drilled by my colleague in my house. Leave your views and comments to [email protected]. Bye, all.

Thanks to Manoj sir, Kishen was cured of feeling guilty over consensual incest. Kishen couldn’t feel more blessed and luckier at the life that fate bestowed upon him. He’d often have a quickie with his mom, Savi, after returning from college.

He’d spend every night either with Savi, Usha aunty or Deepti aunty, taking turns. Sometimes, their husbands would join in, too, for steamy threesomes. But sometimes, they preferred beer and TV over sex. Kishen couldn’t understand why anyone with a dick would choose any other indulgence over a pussy.

Kishen could sense the ladies weren’t always in the mood. Like most people, their sexual urges were diluted by their chores/jobs/responsibilities. Besides, there are other cocks they’d love to prioritise. Kishen had to respect their choice, mood, preference, space, and privacy.

As days passed, Kishen could see the honeymoon phase coming to a close. Some days, even Kishen too found himself not looking forward to sex. He was occupied by classes, projects and exams. He could now understand the situational aversion of uncles’ dicks to the aunties’ pussies.

Ever since the circle dispersed, Kishen couldn’t indulge with Neetu or GeetaMa. They didn’t visit Usha that often. He’d be in classes whenever they visited, or they’d be not in the mood. That’s not to say they weren’t excited to meet him.

Still, he longed to indulge with them, at least as a change from the regular options he had. He longed much more for crossovers between the members of the circle. Sadly, he learned that their moods and availability aligning is probably rarer than the orbital alignment of the planets.

He dearly missed the orgy setting in which he was introduced into the circle. In the dry days, Kishen, like most men in the circle, found respite in the aroma of used panties. Whenever he’d masturbate sniffing one of the panties, his mind would gratefully appreciate the ingenuity of the pantie-box game.

Then, his fantasies would run wild with realistically infeasible crossovers. It included his friends, their mothers, his teachers, other hotties and women he knew. Living such a life, Kishen wanted more.

Two months and a semester examination passed. It had been about three weeks since Kishen got any action. He’d not seen any of his childhood buddies (Tariq, Deepak and Karthik) since the day Tariq revealed to him his juicy secret (part 2).

On the Sunday after the exams, the friends decided to catch up. Kishen wanted so much to tell Tariq about how his life went from sexually null to sexually full. He was sure Tariq would seek an update. But he didn’t know what he’d say or how much he’d not reveal to protect his circle’s privacy.

“If only the circle, especially Mom and Usha aunty, trusted Tariq as much as I did,” Kishen contemplated, looking at the mirror. He’d just finished taking a bath and wore nothing but the bath towel around his waist.

Just then, Savi entered the room.

“Ma…what is it?” asked a mildly surprised Kishen. It was unlike her to enter without knocking.

“Are you going somewhere?”

“I told you. I’m going to meet my friends,” says Kishen. He notices she, too, is all dressed up in a simple but sleeveless kurthi.

“Are you also going out, ma?” Kishen asks. He notices her fresh make-up, highlighted by red glossy lips and damp hair, indicating she just bathed.

“I am just going to the market and do some shopping and roaming,” says Savi. She comes closer to Kishen with a horny look. He could smell her perfume.

“What is it, ma?” Kishen asks, as her face is just centimetres away from his.

“You tell me ‘what it is’, Kishen,” she says sarcastically.

Understanding his mother’s undertone, he replies, “Yes, ma, even I’m horny. It’s been more than three weeks. I’ve been busy but eagerly waiting. Tell you what…tonight we can rock.”

“I can’t wait till tonight,” says Savi. She instantly grabs and removes the towel covering his privates and kneels facing his pee-pee. She impatiently begins licking it.

“Ma! You’re going to ruin your make-up.” Kishen says, surprised by the unexpected BJ.

“I don’t care. I want to feel your dick bulging in my mouth,” she says as she engulfs with her mouth the whole of his flaccid pee-pee. She wraps her hands around Kishen’s waist. Locking his hips in position, she pushes her face against his groin.

He could feel her coarse armpit touching either side of his thighs. He finds it difficult to balance. Soon enough, her mouth couldn’t keep the whole of her son’s fully erect dick. As his spit-wet sloppy cock bulged out her mouth, she began to bob her head on it.

Her hands simultaneously knead his butt cheeks. Lost in pleasure, Kishen’s hand involuntarily grabbed her head by her damp hair and commended to head-fuck his mom. Just as the two were beginning to sync their to-and-fro, Savi abruptly stopped in her tracks and stood up.

“What happened, ma?” asked a confused Kishen.

“Let’s continue at night or after we’re back. I don’t want to ruin my make-up,” says Savi with a teasing smile.

“What the hell! Then why did you even start in the first place? And your make-up has already started to get messy. Your lipstick is already smudged.”

“I can touch that up.”

“This is not fair, ma!”

“Sorry, beta, I just wanted to give you a taste of what awaits you tonight. So that you don’t waste up all your energy hanging out with your friends.” Savi says. She picked up Kishen’s towel, which was on the floor.

“Now go! I’ll be waiting. Maybe your father might also join.” she added as she wiped his pee-pee and groin off the fluids and left the room.

Kishen knew he was rather late. He quickly dressed up and left to meet his buddies Tariq, Deepak, and Karthik. For the young men, coming together and playing cricket on the ground felt like a reunion of sorts. After an exciting match, they sat under the shade of a tree lining the ground, just like old times.

Staring at the ground, they each reminisce about their unions there as children, teenagers, and now young adults. Kishen noticed how Deepak and Tariq acted a bit more close and friendly with each other. “Would something have transpired? Did Tariq manage to get him into his circle?” he wondered (part 2).

Kishen could also sense some peculiarity in the way Tariq often looked at him and smiled subtly. It showed that he, too, was keen to know any other development that may have happened on Kishen’s side.

“It’s been quite a while since we all met,” says Karthik.

The other three nod in agreement.

“I guess as time passes, we drift apart more,” Karthik adds.

“True. From studying at the same school, we’ve come to study at different colleges. Soon we will all be working at different places. And then life happens. Our attitudes change,” Kishen says. He took a cigarette from his sling back and lit it up.

“Whoa…when did you start smoking?” asks an astonished Karthik.

“Recently.”

“Aren’t you afraid of your parents finding out?” asks Karthik.

“Well…they kinda know.”

“What?!? How?” asks Tariq.

“They smelled it on me…” lies Kishen.

“And?”

“…and nothing.”

“I find that hard to believe. Savi aunty may have said something,” inquires Tariq.

“She just told me not to get addicted to it,” Kishen lies again.

“But she literally took us classes about the risks of addiction and all when we were young boys. How could you blatantly disobey her?” asks Deepak.

“It’s not disobeying. She did her duty of educating us. The choice has always been ours. She believes parenting, especially parental strictness, has to reduce as children grow.” Kishen responds.

“Good for you. If it were my mom, she would have killed me by now. And my whole family would’ve smelled it on me before her,” says Karthik.

“Yep, my mom is pretty liberal and progressive,” Kishen replies, passing a momentary subtle smile and looking at Tariq.

“Lucky you. My mom is so conservative and religious. She thinks I’m still a kid. I wish she got better educated and didn’t grow up to become so traditional. I sometimes even wish she remarried,” says Karthik. “Even Hema aunty (Deepak’s mother) is pretty chill, right Deepak?” he asks Deepak.

“Yep, one of the most chill women I know,” says Tariq before Deepak can answer. Deepak chuckles. Kishen notices. His suspicions grow.

“What about Fidah Aunty? Is she still pretty strict? Or did she, too, become lenient?” Karthik asks Tariq.

“Well, as you know, she’s always reserved. But off late, we’ve become pretty close and open with one another.” Tariq responds.

“Yeah, Fidah aunty is also pretty chill nowadays,” Deepak chimes in, agreeing with Tariq.

“Really? How do you know?” asks Kishen in a rather suspicious tone.

“I’ve recently met her a couple of times,”

“Where?”

“What do you mean ‘where’? At her house, with Tariq.”

“Oh ok,” says Kishen, and looks at Tariq who gives him a now-you-know smile. Deepak notices and smiles, too.

Unaware of the other three’s smile-only gestures, Karthik says, “I’ve always got an aura of strictness around Fidah aunty, especially when she’s outside wearing that fully covering black clothing.”

“It’s called a Niqab,” says Tariq.

“Right…I forgot. But whenever I met her in your house, too, even without the Niqab, she’s been pretty reserved. You know, looking at the reserved way she adjusts her scarf, especially around guests. I don’t mean to say she is not welcoming,” says Karthik.

“Yeah, its an Islam thing,” responds Tariq.

“Well, my mother also wraps her saree pallu over her head most of the time. Especially after Pa passed,” says Karthik. “You can call it a Hindu thing. Being a widow and all.”

“I know…” says Tariq.

“Its been long since our mothers caught up with each other also, right?” Karthik says. Deepak and Tariq momentarily glance at each other and say nothing. Kishen notices. “Thanks to our friendship since childhood, our mothers have become good friends, too,” Kishen adds.

Karthik responds, “Yeah. And my mother really looks up to your moms. Especially Savi aunty. She is like an inspirational figure to her. Even though mumma is a bit older than them, she considers your moms more experienced as they’re educated, working and all. She’s been meeting up with Savi aunty recently. Sometimes, I hear them speaking on the phone and talking about meetings. I think they may be meeting today, from what I overheard.”

“Is it? I don’t know.” Kishen says.

“Why do you wish Maya aunty remarried?” Tariq asks Karthik.

“I can see the loneliness in her, man! She misses Pa a lot. She is slowly losing herself, raising me and Didi. With only her tailoring job to make ends meet, mumma is really struggling.”

“I can relate. As you all know, abba left us to live with his mistress. Ammi struggled to get a divorce, move out to an apartment with me and my sister, and land a job. Altaf mama, her brother, has been our only support. But she never wanted to get married again even though her parents and extended family pressured her.” says Tariq.  “So, even though you may want Maya aunty to remarry, maybe it’s not something she’d want.”

“You can’t relate, bro. See, Fidah aunty moved to an apartment with you and your sister. That’s the key point. You all have the privacy of your home. We live in a joint-family house that can barely accommodate one nuclear family. She’s the only widow in the house and is often, one way or the other, reminded about it. Not to mention the endless chores and responsibilities she has to bear. We don’t get any privacy. She can’t even cry out loud. I’m sometimes forced to hope that she remarries a gentleman. He would hopefully rescue her from her plight, even if that might mean she has to stay away from me and Didi,” explains Karthik. “But unfortunately, she is too devout a wife to remarry.”

“So, your joint family don’t support you at all?” asks Kishen.

“The family support is there. But there are also occasional disagreements and minor altercations. Privacy and personal space are so fucking essential to regain composure if not anything else.” Karthik says. “Didi and I can’t wait to get a job and rescue mumma away from there.”

“So, maybe she needs privacy and not remarriage,” opines Kishen.

“Yes, and marrying could hopefully give her some privacy,” responds Karthik.

“Privacy and more, if you know what I mean,” jokes Deepak with a naughty wink.

“You’re right. She is missing sex, too,” Karthik agrees.

“How do you know?” asks Deepak.

“Who wouldn’t want sex, man?” responds Karthik. “Besides, me and Didi used to hear Pa and Mumma making out. Now all we hear is her weeps in the middle of the night.”

Thinking of what to ask Karthik to divert his mind from getting emotional, Kishen exclaims, “So, how do you manage to masturbate without any privacy?

“Seriously, bro!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so indifferent.”

Karthik chuckles at Kishen realising how poorly timed, dum-witted his query was. But thanks to that, he was able to pick himself up from going emotional.

He responds, “For me, masturbating is like a stealth mission. Daytime, I get 15 minutes of alone time when I return home early from college. Mumma and Didi are not yet home. And most of the time, I don’t get that also. I have to lie on the floor and shag because our only bed is pretty squeaky. I can’t get myself to shag in our shanty bathroom.”

“Holy shit!” the other three exclaims in unison.

“So, you can’t shag and drift to peaceful sleep at night?” asks a baffled Kishen.

“I can only do it when I can afford to sleep in my bed someday. Where I currently stay, I can’t even turn my body while sleeping without touching Didi or Ma and get awkward awakenings.” Karthik responds.

“ca..can you tell us what kind of awkward awakening?” asks a curious Deepak.

“I can’t bro. It’s a little personal,” responds Karthik. The other three get more curious and borderline horny at his response.

“I can understand, bro. But look, we’re all adults now and best friends. I’m sure we’re all capable of handling adult talk without taking offence or being judgmental,” says Tariq. “Right guys?” he asks Kishen and Deepak. They nod.

“So, no need to feel hesitant or apologise to crack adult shit or discuss it, even if it may be about our moms or sisters or anyone. But if, in case, any of us feel anyone among us is crossing the line with the adult comments, we should make it known politely, and it will stop. Agree?” he asks them.

The other three nods tactfully.

“Besides, what is the use of us being best friends if we can’t put it to good use? We should be comfortable sharing our secrets so that we can support each other. As it is, men in our society are taught to bottle things up and live a stressful life. Sharing is caring!” declares Tariq.

The other three nod in full agreement.

“So, Karthi, if you don’t mind sharing. What kind of awkward awakenings do you guys experience?” asks Tariq.

Less hesitant to share, Karthik says, “ Well, it can get pretty awkward when you wake up and realise that your hands were on or under your mom’s breasts or that your elder sister’s right thigh was on you all night. Mom and Didi are kinda used to seeing my morning wood,” says Karthik.

“Has that awkwardness ever led to horniness?” asks Tariq.

“No, never.”

“Never?!? Sure?” probes Kishen.

“What do you even mean by that?” asks Karthik, rather annoyed.

“Karthi, what Kishen is trying to ask is that, on one side, you’re horny because you can’t masturbate as you wish. And on the other side, your mom is pretty sex-starved too, like anybody, even our moms, possibly. He was just wondering how you guys controlled sexual feelings,” clarifies Tariq.

Karthik responds, “Well, we all get horny. Sometimes, I can feel it coming from Mumma or Didi. I guess they would probably sense it on me, too.”

With eyes wide open, the other three ask: And?!?

“Well, I’m sure I will never get sexual with Didi, no matter how touchy-touchy and playful we can get.”

“But you get horny for Maya aunty?” Deepak asks curiously.

“No, I wouldn’t call it horniness,” replies Karthik.

The other three: Then what on earth would you call it?

“I don’t know how to say it. And you will think I’m a pervert, which I’m not,” says Karthik. He pauses for a while, thinking how to present his response. He then says, “The son in me would never get incestuous with my mom. But the man in me sometimes would want to satisfy the sex-starved woman in my mother. Trust me, to me, it’s more about her loneliness than my horniness.”

The other three take moments to process what Karthik just confessed and look at each other in spicy astonishment.

“I can understand, bro. Thinking of how horny I get, I used to also wonder about Ammi’s sexual desires. Even I used to wish someone fucked her.” confesses Tariq.

“I can’t believe you just said you wish someone fucked your mom,” says Karthik with a chuckle.

“Well, that’s sort of what you think too, right?” responds Tariq with a chuckle.

“Yes, I guess,” Karthik says, looking down. “But at least Fidah aunty has the privacy of her room to masturbate if she wants. My mother doesn’t even have that,” he adds.

Kishen and Deepak are amazed at how expertly Tariq made Karthik comfortable talking about his family personals without getting offended or hesitant. They rightly assumed that Tariq learned to speak the way he did from none other than Raj’s uncle.” (Deepak’s dad, the psychologist.) (Part 2)

“Why would you say you will never feel horny towards Shalini Didi?” Kishen asks Karthik.

“You are asking as if it’s normal to feel horny towards one’s sister, and that too elder sister,” Karthik says.

“Well, she not that older to you. Just by one year or so, right? And you both are more like buddies,” says Tariq.

“That’s exactly why I don’t feel anything towards her. If anything, the awkward situations made Didi and me close. From initial awkwardness to laughing over it and then actually talking about it, we became pretty close. Nowadays, we openly talk about sex, share secrets, etc. She knows my kinks. I know about her fantasies. We talk a lot at night before we sleep. In fact, we whisper with our faces centimetres away from each other so that mumma doesn’t hear us.”

The other three: “Wow!”

“Can I then ask you why you two didn’t decide to upgrade your closeness to something like mutual masturbation, for example?” asks Kishen.

“Because I simply can’t think of anything remotely sexual with her,” responds Karthik.

“Why didn’t such a friendly rapport develop between you and Maya aunty then?” asks Tariq.

“Age-related reservations, I guess. Initially I used to sleep on the bed, and Mumma and Didi used to sleep on the floor. Mumma didn’t see it appropriate that me and Didi sleep together. Then, when Mumma began getting back pain from sleeping on the floor, she started sleeping on the bed with me. Things then started getting awkward between us, and she asked me to sleep on the floor alone. For a while she and Didi slept together on the bed. But I think it got awkward between Mom and Didi, too. So, eventually she decided to let me and Didi sleep on the floor. She sleeps alone on the bed nowadays. So, more awkwardness happened with Didi. Which led to us being very close.” explains Karthik.

“What personal stuff has Shalini Didi shared with you?” asks Deepak.

“I can’t say that, as that will be breaking her trust,” responds Karthik.

“You don’t have to be specific. But can you say something that may be generic to young women like her?” asks Tariq.

Thinking for a few seconds, Karthik says, “She tells me about how she gets a lot of hits from guys. Females have it so motherfucking easy. But she says that even though I am younger than her. She’d still not do anything sexual with anyone without my permission. I am the man of our family now. She sees it like a sister allowing her brother to be protective of her. Besides, given our family situation, she is desperate to finish her studies and get a job first. She isn’t really looking for marriage or a relationship. She wants us to move to a decent house first. She keeps herself distracted with studies and kabbadi,” clarifies Karthik.

The other three: Kabbadi?!?

“Yes, she’s more like a tomboy now. You all probably won’t recognise her now with her boy-cut hairstyle and athletic body,” says Karthik.

“I want to ask something. But I’m afraid that will make you angry,” says Deepak.

“I know it has to be something pervy. Ask. I won’t mind.”

“So, hypothetically speaking, if, say, Tariq and I expressed to Maya aunty and Shalini Didi an interest in mingling with them, and they agreed, would you stop us?”

Karthik was taken aback for a moment. He responded, “I guess I can’t stop them. But in reality, it will never happen because Mumma is ultra-conservative and religious to the point that she thinks it’s a sin to even look at another man. And Shalini Didi would seek my permission if at all she ever wants to indulge with you. But I know she wouldn’t be interested because other priorities drive her,” clarifies Karthik.

“What if, say, a woman offered you sex?” Tariq asks Karthik.

“Ha ha, never going to happen. We men got it so motherfucking hard. And there is no hope for guys like me who don’t fit the appearance of a stereotypical macho male.” responds Karthik.

“Maybe true, but you didn’t answer my question,” says Tariq.

“Well, in that case, I will have to get the permission of Didi, as a younger brother. Kinda like the reciprocating of what she’d do when offered sex,” responds Karthik.

“That’s a really beautiful bother-sister relation,” commends Tariq.

Karthik smiles. But the other three sense a little worry in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” asks Tariq.

“I think I may have shared a little too much. Please don’t judge me. I am not a mother-fucker-minded pervert,” clarifies Karthik. His judgmental words—relating motherfucking to perversion triggers Kishen’s guilt (Part 15).

Tariq responds to Karthik, “Don’t worry, bro. We’ve known each other since childhood. And I know where you’re coming from. There was a time when I, too, wished ammi didn’t have to live a sex-starved life. That’s why I unknowingly joked that day that Deepak hit on her. (part 1)”

“Ha ha… you made Deepak angry as fuck that day.” Karthik responds, recollecting the incident. He looks at Deepak to see if he’s cool about what’s being discussed. Deepak’s blushing.

“You don’t seem so angry now, man. What happened?” asks Karthik jokingly.

To be continued. Feedback: [email protected].

Hello all my readers, I am sorry for this delay in the next part. Writing my erotic stories is just an interest. I have a full-time job and thus it gets late sometimes to write the next parts. But bear with me and keep showing your love for my stories like you all did last year and made me ‘Writer Of The Year’.

Now, I am not wasting a lot more time. I will take you all back to the story.

You all remember Tanya who was unfortunately left back by her husband in the house with his friend during the lockdown. You all witnessed her encounter with both the guys and now ahead.

Tanya enjoyed every day with both Pankaj and Nimesh. If you have forgotten Tanya, then you can read the previous parts for her detailed description (link on top). They had nearly left wearing any clothes in the house. They all used to take showers with open doors and mostly together.

Tanya made food for all just wearing an apron. Her ass used to be open for a sexy erotic view for both roommates. For Tanya, it was a real honeymoon going on, but without a husband. But she was enjoying it to the fullest.

She used to only wear clothes when she was on a video call with Harsh. After some days, she started to video call Harsh and strip in front of him and rub her pussy with Harsh naked on the other side. What Harsh was not aware of was that Tanya was doing this with her room’s door wide open and Nimesh and Pankaj masturbating to this scene!

They both sometimes used to come and lick her pussy while she was on a video call with her husband. Her husband used to think she was rubbing, but it used to be his friends licking his wife’s pussy with their warm tongues!

Soon that day came when Tanya’s fuck-moon was over and Harsh was on his way back to Delhi from Kolkata with money. Tanya and Harsh moved out the next day to their own rented apartment. She was happy with her husband back to her. But she was missing the thrill, the excitement, staying naked all day in front of her husband’s friends, and sleeping with two guys nude. What she was missing the most was the hardcore sex she was enjoying with them.

It had been nearly a month since Harsh and Tanya had shifted. Now both of them were working and earning. Their financial things were sorted. But her sex life was not happening as most of the time they both were on calls or laptops.

One day Harsh was at his job and Tanya was at home as she was working from home. She got a message from Nimesh.

Nimesh: Hey! How are you? All going well?

Tanya: Yes, all good. Harsh has gone to the office.

Nimesh: So, how is sex life going? Still getting fucked hard?

Tanya: No dear, I am getting fucked hardly (rarely).

Nimesh: Oh, how sad. So, it means you are missing us?

Tanya: For sure!

Nimesh: Missing us or missing our dicks?

Tanya: Missing both. But especially those hard dicks.

Nimesh: Why don’t you come over today? We will have fun.

Tanya: Amm. fine, I’ll drop in for the day. Harsh will be back by 8 pm.

She hung the call and went to the washroom to change. Their room was in a crowded place where everything was visible to the neighbors. She used to feel more and miss the old apartment as she was free to wear nothing there in the open without caring for anything. But here she had to look before even opening her blouse hooks.

Tanya went to the bathroom with her dress in hand and then she came out changed. She was wearing a cream color saree with a blue blouse and blue bra inside. And to feel the heat inside her pussy, she kept it open. She did not wear any panty inside. Tanya applied light makeup and opened her hair. With pallu on her shoulder, she left the house to her favorite apartment.

Then she reached the room and rang the bell. Pankaj opened the door in his boxers. Nimesh was also inside the apartment.

Tanya looked at Pankaj and smiled and started to enter the room quickly.

Pankaj: Not like this, bitch. Get on your knees and give me the entry fees.

Tanya got excited She got on her knees, slid her husband’s friend Pankaj’s boxer down and started with a blowjob. She kept on sucking the 8.5 inches long dick. It was after such a long time she was having such a big dick. Suddenly, Pankaj shot out his sperm on her face and some spilled over her blouse. Then she came inside.

Pankaj: Babe, I think you should take your blouse off.

Tanya obeyed him like a slut and took her blouse off. Then both Pankaj and Nimesh started doing her photoshoots on their mobile in her cream saree and blue bra. Tanya’s nipples and areola were visible a bit in the photos. She then started to give blowjob to Nimesh. And in no time, she was stripped naked.

Both Pankaj and Nimesh started to use her full body to the fullest. Then the three went to bed and Tanya started to give her husband’s friends blowjobs. Both Nimesh and Pankaj were pinching her nipples hard and even slapping her boobs, making them red like a tomato. She was enjoying it.

Then Pankaj came down and started to eat her pussy while Nimesh was getting his dick sucked.

Pankaj kept on licking her brown pussy and even bit her clit. Tanya kept on screaming and they kept on doing their oral fuck. In the next 15 minutes, Tanya was splashing her orgasm on the face of Pankaj. Then they all went out to the hall.

Pankaj: Do you know we have a surprise for you?

Tanya: What?

Nimesh: We have a friend in the room in which you used to stay.

Tanya: What?! And you both are telling me this now? I am naked yaar. And he might have heard me screaming. Shit!

Nimesh: Don’t worry, dear. He has not only heard you, he has also saw us both fucking you. We have shown him everything and told him who you are.

Tanya: What the hell! What are you guys up to? Do you want me to get divorced?

Pankaj: No-no, dear. Just that it’s his birthday today. And you are his gift from our side today.

Tanya: What? You all didn’t even ask me if I was ready for this.

Nimesh: We know how much you like getting fucked. You are a horny bitch.

Hearing those words got some chills in Tanya’s body. She dropped her hands which were hiding her 36C boobs and her brown pussy. Her elongated sext nipples were again enjoying the air in the room. She first went to the common bathroom, picked up the towel, and wrapped it around her body. Her deep cleavage was still visible making Nimesh and Pankaj hard again. She walked quietly to the room in which she had so many memories.

As soon as Tanya entered the room, she was pushed by someone from behind the door! She tripped and fell on the bed in front of her. Her blue towel opened up, exposing her dark brown bums towards the door. Then she turned towards the door and found a lean medium-sized guy standing nude in front of her.

He moved towards her and jumped on her and started to suck her boobs. While sucking, he started to eat her nipples, even started to chew her nipples. Tanya started to enjoy the whole act with the new guy. She immediately placed her hands on his dick to feel a big thick rod in her palm.

His dick was around 7.5 inches and 2 inches thick. She started to stroke his dick. In no time, his dick was inside Tanya’s pussy tearing her apart. She started to scream to the fullest for the next 10 minutes. Nimesh and Pankaj came inside the room to find their friend fucking Tanya in her ass. Seeing them both, inside the new guy removed his dick.

All three could see Tanya’s asshole had become a big deep hole. She was lying in the bed with no energy left in her. Her whole body was covered in love bites. She was fucked in all her holes.

Now, Tanya had another sex partner who was ready to fuck her day and night in the most erotic manner which she loves. A new partner meant a more erotic lifestyle. A lot more is coming in Tanya’s life. Her being used by her husband’s friend in all ways is getting more erotic in upcoming parts. So, don’t miss any of these.

You all can give me reviews on my email ID [email protected] or show your love by commenting down. All suggestions and requests are welcome. Till then, all guys, keep getting erect and all girls, keep getting wet!

Hi main Anwar – umar 32, Bangalore se. Meri kahani ka agla part aap sabke saamne lekar aaya hun. Mujhe umeed hai aap sabko meri kahani pasand aayegi aur aap sab log zarur comments karenge.

Aap sab logon se request hai ki meri dastaan ka ek ek lafz (words) paden, kyun ki suspense, romance aur maza tab hi aayega, fast forward mein bilkul na paden.

Hum dono dost ne, ek hi ladki ke saath 6 mahino tak rishta rakha. Baad mein pata chala ki uski shadi fix hogayi. Isliye Roohi ne decide kiya ki, shadi se pehle woh hum dono ke saath threesome wala sex karna chahti hai.

Roohi ne mujhse aur Shabbir se is baare mein baat ki. Hum dono ko manane ke liye, Roohi ne bahut koshish ki. Tab jaakar hum dono maan gaye. Mujhe toa koi problem nahi thi aur na Shabbir ko.

Kyunki Shabbir ka bhi armaan tha. Ek hi ladki ke saath, hum dono ek saath sex karen. Shabbir gora ladka hai aur mai saawnla. Toa hum dono is baar, Roohi ko ek hotel mein mile.

Woh pehle sharma rahi thi. Baad mein apni sharm chod di. Maine aur Shabbir ne milkar uske kapde ek-ek karke nikaale. Woh chudidaar mein thi. Sirf usko bra aur panty mein chod diya.

Fir Roohi ne pehle mujhe. Baad mein Shabbir ko nanga kiya. Sirf underwear pehna tha, hum dono ne. Hum teeno bed par let gaye.

Beech mein Roohi thi. Agal-bagal mein mai aur Shabbir. Maine Roohi ko apni taraf ghuma kar, uske hoton pe kiss karne laga. Thodi der baad Shabbir ne kissing ki. Mai uske jism ko kiss karte hue, uske taangon ko kiss karne laga.

Shabbir is waqt uske boobs ko muh mein leke choosne laga. Maine uski taangen kholkar, uski panty ko side karke, uski chut chaatne laga. Jab Shabbir uski chut ko chaatne aaya. Tab maine uth kar uske muh mein apna lauda de diya.

Thodi der baad, Roohi ne hum dono ko khada hone ko kaha aur woh khud hum dono ke saamne gutnon pe baith kar, ek-ek karke hum dono ka lauda chungne lagi.

Roohi ne hum dono ko bahut acche se blowjob diya. Hum dono ne uske muh ke andar apna paani nikaala. Fir usne bistar par let kar, hum dono se uski chut chaatne ko kaha.

Hum dono ne milkar uski chut chaati aur boobs ko bhi muh mein leke choosa. Jab uska paani nikal raha tha. Roohi ne hum dono ke sar ko pakad kar, uski chut pe rakha. Hum dono ne uski chut ko chaat-chaat kar saaf kiya.

Ek hour rest karne ke baad, hum dono ne usko kissing karte hue, uski chut ko chaat kar geela kiya. Fir Shabbir ne usko bistar par lita kar, uski chut mein lauda daalke chodne laga aur main apna lauda uske muh mein gusa ke chodne laga.

Thodi der baad, maine usko kutiya banakar, peeche se uski chut mein lauda gusakar, zor-zor se chodne laga. Shabbir uske muh ko chod raha tha. Aise hi hum dono milkar kabhi uski chut toa kabhi uske muh ko baari-baari choda.

Roohi bade maze se chudwa rahi thi. Ab mai Nagma ko bilkul miss nahi karta. Meri zindagi mein Roohi ne rang bhar diye. Fir maine Roohi ko apne haaton se utha kar, deewar se laga kar, usko chodne laga.

Shabbir ne bhi aisa ki kiya. Fir usne bistar par let kar apni taangein kholi. Maine uski chut mein lauda daal kar usko chodna chalu kiya aur Shabbir uske muh ko chod raha tha.

Maine mera paani uski chut mein nikala aur Shabbir ne uske face par. Sex khatam hone ke baad. Shabbir ne kaha

Shabbir – Yaar Anwar, itni zor se chodta hai kya tu.

Maine jawaab mein apna muh khola hi tha ki Roohi ne jawaab de diya.

Roohi – Haan! Ye jab bhi milte hain aise hi chodte hain. Isliye toa mujhe maza aata hai inse chudwane mein.

Me – Arre, mujhe aise hi karne ki aadat hai. Agar mai zorse na karun toa mera paani hi nahi niklega.

Is baat par hum teeno hasne lage. Thodi der baad humne ek aur round sex kiya. Kyunki iske baad Roohi ki shadi ho jayegi aur hum dono firse akele ho jayenge.

Akhir woh din aagaya aur Roohi ne shadi karke hum dono ko alvida keh diya. Mai aur Shabbir ne aise hi kuch mahine guzaar diye. Sirf weekends par movies ko jaane ke liye milte.

Shabbir ne aakar apni shadi fix hone ki baat ki aur kaha ki woh shadi se pehle bachelor party karna chahta hai. Toa hum dono ne Mumbai jaane ka plan kiya.

Raaste mein, Shabbir ne mujhse pucha ki mai kaise jaldi out nahi hota aur kaise control karta hun. Zyada der tak sex karne ke liye. Maine usko apna totka (formula) bataya.

Jiske istemaal se hum, jald out hone se apne aapko control kar sakte hain. Kyunki uski shadi fix ho gayi thi. Isliye woh apne aap ko, sex life ke liye bharpur ready kar raha tha. Jo totka maine Shabbir ke saath share kiya hai.

Woh mai aap logon ke saath bhi share karunga, lekin ab nahin. Aane wali dastaan ke, kisi bhi part mein. Tab tak ke liye aap meri dastaan padte rahiye aur apne gande comments karte rahiye.

Toa kya tha, hum Mumbai pahunch ne par pehle drinks ki. Fir hotel staff ki madad se, do ladkiyon ko raat guzaarne ke liye book kiya.

Woh dono ladkiyaan hamare saamne dance karti. Anjali aur Kiran un dono ke naam.

Mujhe aur mere dost ko, yahi 2 ladkiyaan mili jo Hindu hain. Jiske saath humne sex kiya. Baaki sab ladkiyaan Muslims thi.

Mai aur mere dost ne decide kiya ki, hum dono atleast 3 round sex karenge. Taaki jo paise humne diye hain, woh wasool ho sake. Pehla round maine Anjali ke saath kiya. Dusra round Kiran ke saath. Same aise hi Shabbir ne bhi kiya.

Teesra round, hum chaaron ne ek hi bedroom mein group sex kiya. Agle din hum dono koi aur ladki dhoondne nikal pade. Ladkiyaan toa mili, lekin mazedaar sex karne ke laayak nahi thi.

Ek dafa disco bar mein, meri mulaqat Kareena se huee. Usne apna number share kiya aur hum ek dusre ke saath baatein karne lage.

Kuch aur ladkiyon ke saath maze karne ke baad, hum dono Bangalore ko laut aaye.

Shabbir ne shadi karke apni life mein busy raha aur mai rozana Kareena se baatein karta. Dheere-dheere hum dono dost ban gaye. Kareena ke saath, maine abhi tak sex nahi kiya.

Soch raha tha ki mai Mumbai jaakar, Kareena ke saath do raatein guzaarun. Jaane kyun himmat nahi huee ye puchne ke liye. Ek din usne khud kaha ki woh Bangalore aana chahti hai aur Bangalore mein hi settle hona chahti hai.

Mai aur mera dost Shabbir ne kaafi madad ki Kareena ko Bangalore mein settle kar waane ke liye. Jab woh Bangalore ko aagayi maine uske liye ek ghar dekha.

Ghar ka rent agreement banane ke waqt mujhe pata laga, uska asli naam Ruksaar hai. Adhaar Card se verify karke. Pehle mai usko Hindu samajh raha tha. Ab pata laga ki ye ek Muslim hai. Jaise-taise karke woh settle ho gayi aur wahi apne liye kaam dekh liya.

Din guzarte gaye aur hum dono rozana baatein karte. Ek din maine usse milne ki request ki, tab usne uske ghar ke paas bulaya. Mai aur mera dost usse milne, uske ghar ke paas pahunche. Thodi der waqt guzaarke wapas aagaye.

Uske baad rozana, uske ghar ke paas jaakar, wahin walking karte hue, humne bahut waqt bitaya. Meri aur Ruksaar ki dosti gehri hoti gayi. Rozana raat-raat bhar mobile pe baatein karte. Ek din Ruksaar ne, mujhe raat ko apne ghar bulaya.

Maine mazhaak samajh kar ignore kiya. Lekin usne seriously kaha aane ko. Kyunki wahi first time tha, jo mai uske ghar ke andar jaa raha hun. Raat ke 12am ko uske ghar ko pahuncha. Kuch der baatein karne ke baad hum dono romance karne lage.

Pata nahi kab, hum dono ne ek dusre ke kapde nikaal diye. Maine uski chut chaati. Fir mai uski taangon ko kholkar, apna lauda uski chut mein daalne laga toa usne rok kar mujhe condom pehnaya.

First time maine Ruksaar ke saath condom wala sex kiya. Us raat humne 2 baar sex kiya. Uske baad hum har weekend ko milkar sex karte. Bahut jagah ghoomne bhi gaye.

Un dino mai Indiansexstories2.net ko padna shuru kiya tha. Usmein mujhe ek Author (humachudasi) ki stories pasand aayi. Na jaane kitni baar lauda hilaya, uski stories padke. Mujhe bhi gaali wala sex karne ka interest jaaga.

Jo maine Ruksaar ke saath share kiya aur woh maan gayi. Mere saath gaali wala sex karne ke liye. Ruksaar hi woh pehli aurat hai, jiske saath maine har position aur gaali dekar sex kiya.

Uske baad maine ek aur ladki ke saath gaali dekar sex kiya hai, woh agle part mein bataunga. Parveen aur Ruksaar ki betiyaan (Reshma aur Asma) ke saath bhi maine waisa hi sex kiya. Ek din Ruksaar ne mujhse shadi karne ki baat ki.

Maine jhat se kaha ki, mai taiyaar hun. Maine bas yahi socha ki. Ye mujhse age (umar) mein badi huee toa kya hua. Sex life mein isse zyada maza mujhe kisi ne nahi diya. Toa maine meri shadi ko secret rakhte hue apne ghar mein bhi rehne laga aur Ruksaar ke saath bhi.

Hum dono Goa ko gaye honeymoon ke liye. Wahan Ruksaar ke saath maine pehli baar Anal sex bhi kiya. Aap sab logon ko already pata hai ki kaise maine Ruksaar ke saath sex life bitaayi.

Jo ‘2 betiyon ki chudaai,’ mein aap sabne padha hai.

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WARNING: Extreme Scat and Incest is only for mature audiences who have reached ‘The Zone.’ Content can be disturbing and gross for some readers. Please skip this story if you are a casual reader and don’t want your memories to be scarred.

Before I begin the story, let me articulate the state of mind I call ‘The Zone.’ Every human being in every line of work at some point in their life gets into this unique state of mind, be it a sportsperson, scholar, writer, Philosopher, or scientist.

The Zone I’m referring to is sexual madness. It is a moment where you are in the grasp of unimaginable deviant lust. It is an exhilarating state of mind. It is also a state of madness that consumes a person, transcending him/her to do acts for pure pleasure.

Once the madness passes, the same acts of pleasure and lust seem completely repulsive and depraved. Getting into the zone is like being on a rare and powerful drug. Once a person experiences ‘The Zone’, the heights or rather the depths to which it brings you are incomprehensible.

No other experience in this world holds a candle to it. My name is Pooja. I’m 38 years old and have a very athletic body. Taking care of myself has always been a priority for me. I got pregnant when I was 21, never married but decided to have my son.

Money was never a problem for us. My parents accepted Kaushik as their grandson. I moved to Norway, so things were easy in society for Mum and Dad.

Kaushik is now an adult. We are intimate with each other and explore kinks like water sports and scat sex. I’m skipping the details of how all of this began, as that’s a story for another day.

One day, Kaushik told me about his girlfriend Freya and how she enjoys the scat fetish. I asked Kaushik if he could get her home and explore the possibility of a threesome. Kaushik was excited about the idea but was sceptical of Freya’s participation.

He decided to bring her home for lunch this weekend and allow things to develop organically. It was a Saturday afternoon. Freya and Kaushik entered the home, and I greeted her with a warm smile. We both hit it off right. It did not feel like Freya and I were strangers.

We went to the movies and shopping and then returned home in the evening. I said good night to my son and Freya and started heading towards my room. Both Freya and Kaushik stopped me and insisted that I spend more time with them. I told them that they could enjoy the evening with some privacy.

I needed a bath before I hit the bed. I finished the bath, opened the room door and shouted, “Good Night, Kids.” Freya responded and said, “Hey, Mum, why don’t you give us a good night hug?” I was in my bathrobe. I tied the belt and walked towards the living room.

Our house was small yet rustic and beautiful. Kaushik and Freya were hugging and lying next to the fireplace under a blanket. I bent over and kissed them both, and said, “Good Night.” Then Kaushik held my hand and said, “Come on, Mom, just for a bit, sit with us.”

I stretched out on Freya’s side in front of the fire, Supporting my head with one hand and elbow to the floor. There was wine and some cheese to nimble. I sipped the wine slowly, getting comfortable with my son and his girlfriend. I shifted to get more comfortable.

Suddenly, my bathrobe fell from my feet, exposing my thighs. Kaushik started to rub them. Freya was confused as to why I was not reacting to Kaushik massaging my thigh.

Kaushik kept escalating things and reached my pussy, then looked at Freya. It was a telepathic conversation between both. Kaushik was telling Freya that he was intimate with his mother and wanted her to accept things.

Now, I looked into Freya’s eyes. I  hoped for her to acknowledge and accept this love between me and my son. No words were exchanged. Freya’s eyes were brimming with love and compassion. As a woman, I knew she was ok with what was happening.

I kept my wine glass aside as it was almost empty and pulled Freya towards me. We both kissed passionately, sucking each other’s tongues. Freya was a magician with her tongue play. She licked the wine off my lips and even passed some of her spit in my mouth.

Freya broke the kiss and said, “Sorry, I will be back in a minute. I need to pee.” I held Freya’s hand and asked her not to go as it would ruin the mood. Freya said she could not hold it back any longer. I then splashed the little wine that was left in the glass and said, “Use this”.

Freya looked at Kaushik with her eyes wide open, and he nodded. She then squatted and opened her pussy lips, and the pee started to trickle into the glass. Freya looked at my animated face full of pure lust as she emptied her bladder.

Kaushik was finger fucking me and massaging my clit.

Freya emptied herself into the glass. Freya then stood up with the full glass of golden piss and searched for a place to keep it safely. I then said, “I shall take my glass back if you don’t mind, please.”

Freya then said, “I’m sorry Mrs,” I stopped her and told her to call me “Mom,” to which she smiled and agreed. I smelled the golden piss. The crackling fire gave the glass a divine glow as if it was nectar from Mount Olympus or Valhalla, as the Nords say.

I dipped my red lips in the glass and took a sip of the fresh warm piss. I closed my eyes to savour the warm flavour in my mouth and swallowed it. I then passed the glass to Kaushik. He copied me in smelling the glass and sipping the pee. Like they say, the apple does not fall too far from the tree.

Kaushik then handed the glass to Freya. She just chugged the entire glass in a sip and burped ungracefully like it was some cheap beer. We then undressed ourselves and started running our hands on each other’s bodies.

The warmth from the fire, the crackling sound of the burning logs, the smell of piss in our mouths, and the shadows of us exploring the bodies on the walls. It was simply beautiful. Freya and I then started to play with Kaushik’s dick. I sucked his balls while she deep-throated him.

We exchanged the organs now and then. Kaushik then asked me to get into a doggy style. Freya joined Kaushik as he caressed my ass and spanked it softly. He opened the crack and sniffed my ass. Freya then came in position and kissed my ass hole.

I knew this was Freya as soon as the warm tongue touched my butt. The way she rimmed my ass was nothing short of a heavenly experience. Kaushik gave me a pillow for my hands so I could lower my shoulders and get comfortable.

While Freya sucked on my ass, Kaushik went behind Freya’s ass and had his finger buried deep in her bum hole. Kaushik then made Freya come next to me. We both kissed with our asses protruding in the air for Kaushik to explore. “So, whose bum hole is better?” I asked.

Very difficult question for Kaushik to choose between his mum and girlfriend. He looked at our holes and said, “Freya’s hole is pink and smooth, just like how yours was when I was a boy. You both have cute assholes, Mom.” Freya said she wanted to observe Kaushik working his tongue on me.

She left my company while I remained with my ass pointing at their faces. Kaushik started to work. I’m sure Freya could say that we were long-time lovers by how we synced with each other. Kaushik pressed his tongue hard against the brown wrinkled hole of dark desire.

I started relaxing my muscles, pushing my hips to get his tongue deeper into my rectal chamber. I could feel his tongue circling the inside walls of my ass hole. I could sense Kaushik’s tongue sense something inside my ass hole just out of reach.

I loved teasing my son, so I ensured his tongue did not touch the piece of shit he was trying to suck by pulling it in. I could then hear Kaushik say,” Would you like to finger my mum’s butt hole, darling.”  Immediately the different sizes of the fingers and the delicate sensation were felt by my ass.

Freya buried her middle finger deep inside and twisted it.  Kaushik then asked her, “Did you find anything?” Freya responded, “Yes.” She carefully twisted her finger and pulled out a soft brown peanut butter-like paste stuck to the top of her finger.

Freya was just about to put the finger in her mouth. Kaushik stopped her. He then called for me and said, “Mom, look at what Freya found.” he continued, “Mom, I think Frey thought you would get embarrassed. The truth is Frey, and I experiment a lot with scat sex. Now, Mom, don’t you think you should tell Freya how I developed the taste for this madness?”

I just smiled at both of them and smacked my lips, looking at Freya’s finger smeared with my shit. Kaushik then held Freya’s hand and got the finger near my mouth, and I sucked on it for some time.

I then looked Freya in the eyes and said, “There’s more where this came from. Don’t be disappointed.”Kaushik and Freya then started inserting their fingers, circling them inside to find what they could. The smell of piss and shit was in the air. It was as if the spell for madness was cast. All of us had entered “THE ZONE” where there were no boundaries. Nothing was gross, filthy, nasty or dirt. Everything that happened next was pure lust and pleasure.

With all the fingering and sucking on my ass, I was ready to explore, Freya was sucking my ass, and she almost got a turd in her mouth. I shouted that I could no longer hold back. Kaushik got the plate which had some cheese we nibbled with wine and kept it between my legs.

Freya took some shit from the plate and smeared it on her boobs, then sucked on her fingers, winking at me and Mom. The three of us decided to enjoy our bodies by fingering the holes instead of fucking. I then said, “Who can’t wait anymore? Who is Next?” Both Kaushik and Freya lifted their hands, and all of us started laughing.

Kaushik said he had to pee, and Freya said she wanted to poop. So, I decided that Kaushik was a high priority and would go first. Both Freya and I got on our knees, Mouths wide open, right next to the fire with Kaushik standing in front of us.

He then started to fill Freya’s mouth until it overflowed. He aimed his stream in my mouth. We both gargled the pee as we swallowed it. I then playfully pushed Freya on her shoulder, toppling her over her back. I fell next to her and asked her how she wanted to play next.

I made Freya sit Indian style and opened my mouth in between her legs, then with an assertive tone, I told Freya, “Shit for me, my darling daughter, Shit in your mom’s mouth, please.” Kaushik then opened Freya’s ass apart, and I could see her hole opening up.

“I am shitting, Fuck! Mom, I am shitting in your mouth,” Freya exclaimed. A round short turd came out of Freya’s ass and then quickly disappeared again. Freya put more pressure, and it fell in my mouth. I spat the shit on my palm then Kaushik kissed me deeply.

I then held all the shit that came out of Freya’s bum hole in my hands and placed the long pieces of turn on her tummy. It was crazy. We were in the grasp of the madness and deep in ‘The Zone.’

Freya then looked and me and Kaushik and Said, “Mom, Kaushik, I want to get so fucking dirty and nasty. I want to do the filthiest things possible will you join me.”

I looked at Freya and said, “Yes, darling, anything my sweet daughter wants”. Freya then pulled me towards her and whispered. I slapped her wrist and said, “You dirty Piglet.”

Kaushik got curious and said, “Hey, tell me what you told Mom.” We both giggled and ignored Kaushik. Freya was now the master of ceremony for the remaining evening. She ordered Kaushik to get some pillows and instructed me to lay on my back with my legs wide open.

Freya then pointed towards a big piece of turd on her stomach and asked Kaushik to sniff it deeply and kiss it. He followed Freya’s instructions to the T.

Freya then ordered my son to insert the turd in my pink pussy, which was wide open and glistering in its juices. Kaushik slowly started to push the turd in my cunt, and when my pussy was full of Freya’s shit, she came to inspect.

Freya then said to Kaushik, “Fuck your mom’s cunt which is full of my shit” The way Freya ordered him triggered the demon, and my son started to fuck me roughly until he came into me.

Kaushik removed my dick which was covered in my pussy juices, Freya’s Shit, and his cum. Freya and I got on her knees and sucked his Dick clean, and we both kissed.

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To start with, I am an average guy and not the first favorite for girls when it comes to flings. Things changed during COVID-19 and my game on the apps improved. I met many girls and hooked up with them.

Just when this was getting boring, I met a girl. Her name was Shayna. She also wasn’t the hottest girl but she was pretty and had fat at the right places. We met through a mutual friend and we hit it off the very first day.

She had one drink too many and being a gentleman (secretly wishing to get some), I offered her to drive back. Hesitantly, she agreed. It was late and empty roads, light music, and two slightly horny and drunk people are a very bad combination.

Let me describe her. She was not the hottest girl at the party, but she had dressed to kill for that party. Her white, single-strap dress that just ended at her thighs made her look sexy and slutty. Her 34D boobs were struggling to stay in a sexy red bra and I could tell that she had paired it with some sexy panties. You will know later why I know. 😉

Back to the drive, as songs moved to slightly steamy ones, she caught me staring at her cleavage and asked what was I looking into. Taking a chance, I told her that I must free the tied-up things, and that lightened the mood.

Soon, her hands were mine while changing gears, and slowly her hand moved to my thighs. Realizing the intentions, I moved my hand on her thighs and the short dress helped the cause it had already rolled up a little.

Once I reached her inner thighs, she brought her knees together and I could hear a moan as she pressed my dick on the pant. Without delay, I parked on the street and we jumped into a deep passionate kiss. The kiss lasted almost 3 minutes. I was hard and she dripping wet. I moved my hand again to her panties and she stopped me and told me to take her home and we could enjoy ourselves there.

Her house was 20 minutes away, and I drove as fast as I could. She was stroking my dick over the pants till we reached and I was waiting to drill her pussy. We reached her house, parked the car and she opened the door. Her other friends in the hall waved and wished us all the best. (What happened with other friends is for a later story.)

Once we got inside the room, Shayna locked the room and I pinned her to the door and started kissing her. She was moaning in my mouth and was ruffling my hair all the while. She had pushed my pants down already and I was standing in my lowers with hard dick pointing awkwardly. We stopped kissing after another 2 minutes and her dark red lipstick had vanished, her hair was all over the place and her strap on one side had already come down. Then she said –

Shayna: Let’s get to bed. It’s been a while since I have been fucked. It’s also been a while since I have been drunk fucked. Remove your shirt.

I was staring at her boobs all the while. I loved her big melons and couldn’t wait to get my mouth around them.

Me: You can remove the shirt. But I am waiting to remove something else.

Saying this, I unzipped her dress and the other strap fell as well and her dress was on the dress. She was standing there in a sexy bra that barely held her boobs, pointy dark nipples, and black panties that complimented her red bra perfectly.

Shayna slowly walked away from me in a sexy way to tease me. She bit her lips and pushed those melons together.

Shayna: Why are you waiting, don’t want to lick these?

Me: I am waiting to hold those, but you are walking away. Good sluts come and surrender.

Shayna: When did I say I am a good slut? Do you think this is my first fucking a guy after getting drunk? You will have to work hard to get to my pussy!

She was playing to my ego and it was working. I caught and threw her on the bed. She kept her knees together and didn’t let me unhook her bra, but challenged me to do it differently. This was getting intense and slightly irritating. I wanted to pin her down and start fucking, but I was also low-key enjoying this game. She continued –

Shayna: Let’s see how well can you use your fingers. Not where you are thinking. If you can unhook my bra in 2 seconds with just three fingers, you will get full control of me for the next one minute.

Me: Think carefully. Those could be dangerous one minute of your life.

Shayna: I think this is not a war of words. Get to action.

I chose to do this in a sexy way. I sat on top of her hips and lifted her upper body. Her boobs were crushing into my chest. My hard dick was hitting her navel. She was holding my ass.

One of my previous girls had taught me the trick to unhook bras. This was a very easy task for me. I positioned myself properly and 1.5 seconds later, she held on to her cups because was hook was off!

Shayna: No way! You know that one minute was a joke, right?

Me: Haha!! No. I am going to use you for the next minute.

Shayna: Please don’t hurt me but I am game for anything extremely slutty.

Me: Start stripping your panties and start dancing and end it with a lap dance.

Shayna: That’s an easy one.

Me: Wait, do it with the door ajar. I don’t mind your friends peeping in on my dick.

Shayna: Nooo!!!! They know I am slutty, but not this slutty.

Me: A challenge is a challenge. Do it or I will decide on any punishment later.

Shayna was worried but was convinced. She opened the door and kept it ajar. She was walking around the room just in her black panties and huge boobs were bouncing. She started the music and started moving her body seductively and started moving towards me. She kept coming close, brushing her hand on my dick over my lowers sometimes or brushing her boobies occasionally. Finally, she started dropping her panties and sat on me to give a lap dance. I was poking and could feel the wetness flow on my thighs.

She then quickly ran to the door and closed it.

Shayna: You are a bitch!! Luckily, no one passed the room. But that was hot! You have got your ways, I see.

Me: I know a thing or two to ensure sex remains interesting. Enough of the tease. Like a good slut, get down on your knees and blow me.

Shayna: Is that a way you ask for a blowjob?

Me: I wanted to just shove you down and shove it in your mouth. But, consent.

I was pinching nipples, crushing her boobs all this while and she was sitting naked on me facing the other side. I had occasionally brushed my hands against her warm pussy lips.

Shayna: Ahh!! Don’t pinch them.

Saying this, Shayna slowly pulled my underwear down to see my hard dick for the first time. She looked up into my eyes and brought her tongue out just giving a nice big lick around the dick. I felt sensations all over my body.

Shayna: Looks like someone liked that lick. I guess my experience and all my learnings are coming to use.

Me: Talk less, work more?

Shayna: Haha!!

She went back to the business of licking me all over, occasionally caressing my balls, she licked my balls but she had taken the dick in her mouth. She knew what she was doing and I was already oozing precum.

Me: Don’t be a tease. Take it in!

Shayna: What do I get in return?

Me: If you let me cum in your mouth, you will have full control for 10 minutes.

Shayna: Hmmmm!! Done. It has been a while since I tasted it, but I can give it a shot.

Saying this, she did the most amazing thing I ever had anyone do. She pulled my foreskin back and put her tongue right in the slit and moved it around for a while still she swallowed the precum.

Me: Omg!! What a slut! That was amazing and please don’t stop!!

Shayna: Ummm!!!

She continued taking it in. She was a natural and looked like she had quite a bit of experience. After a while, she was leaking saliva and she took my dick out to breathe and looked at me with slutty smile. I held her hair in my hand and pushed my dick back. This time, I was controlling the pace and depth. I was sometimes mouth-fucking her, deep-throating her. She had the wonderful skill to manage the blowjob and her hands working were bringing me close to finish.

I asked Shayna to go faster and she started using her tongue around dickhead. Suddenly, I released a huge load in her mouth. She looked at me seductively before showing the cum that was leaking out and ran to the washroom to clean.

Me: That was the best blowjob I have had in a while!

Shayna: Thanks. You were good at controlling me. I never knew I could feel this slutty. Now, that dick better raise fast to service me because now I am horny and not drunk anymore. I need crazy sex to satisfy me now.

Me: Don’t worry. Just get those sexy boobs back here. Little play with them, and some hand assistance will do the job.

She came back to me and we start kissing while my semi-hard dick was rubbing her wet pussy. I slowly moved my fingers to pussy and started rubbing her clit.

Shayna: Surprised that you just didn’t shove your hands on everyone else. Good starrrr..

She started moaning as I started massaging her clit with one hand and inserted one finger into her wet hole. She was no virgin and all the previous activity had made it extremely wet and easy to enter. I used two fingers and her moans increased.

Shayna: Yup!! That’s good. You are good. Shitt.

She started pushing my head to her boobs, boobs to her tummy and further down. I understood.

I positioned myself in between her legs and started using my tongue on her clit. Her salty wet juices and my saliva were making it a weird taste but I was used to this. She grabbed my hair.

Shayna: Don’t you dare stop, fucker!! Insert your fingers. What the fuck. That’s nice.

With those words, I had put 2 fingers in while the tongue was running its magic. I kept lapping up her juices and she kept moaning.

Shayna: Oh my god!! That’s it. Keep licking and keep rubbing there. Yes, yes. I am close.

Saying those guiding words, Shayna cummed in my mouth and smiled looking at me. She dragged me up and kissed me tasting her juices.

Shayna: That was so good!! Didn’t know guys could get their tongues to work for orgasms. Amazing, dude!!

Me: I have got some skills as well. Shayna. What’s my name?

Shayna: Ummmmm!! Honestly, I was drunk, I know you said something with R ending with K.

Me: Not even close. Omg!! Thank God, we are having this conversation now. My name is Manav.

Shayna: Manav. Right. I wasn’t close. But I let you cum in my mouth.

Me: Fair point. Not that I wouldn’t fuck you if you don’t know my name. But I would like you to moan my name when I am too good.

Shayna: Stop flattering. Get a condom. Time to go in.

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Kavya eagerly waits for Rohan to come home, excited to tell him the news. Just as she responds to the doorbell and Rohan enters the house, Kavya says, “Do you remember I spoke to you about my best friend, Amina?”

Rohan smiles and says, “Your childhood friend. She was blessed with a baby girl three months back, around the same time we got married.”

Kavya continues, “Yes. She’s back from her parent’s house, and she’s in town. I told her I wanted to visit her. But she said no. It seems her husband decided that they were relocating to Canada, and he will be leaving for Canada this weekend. He’ll settle first and then take them there. Her parents left for Saudi to be with her sister for a few weeks. Since she’ll be with a newborn baby all alone, I told her she can live with us till her parents are back. But I’m sorry I didn’t ask you before I told her.”

Rohan cuts her and says, “This is your house. You don’t have to ask me. The only thing I want is that our time together should not be compromised.”

She feels so proud of having someone like him as her life partner.

“When will they come?” he inquires.

“Friday,” Kavya responds.

When Rohan walks into the house on Friday evening, he sees Kavya chatting with a lady in their living room and guesses that to be Amina. They exchange pleasantries and have dinner.

Kavya says that she’d like to sleep in the guest room with her friend for today as she wants to catch up on stuff.

The next morning, Kavya enters the bedroom, where Rohan is sleeping with their usual dose of morning coffee. Rohan quips, “Looks like you guys were up all night.”

Kavya nods and says, “Amina is having a peculiar problem.” Rohan looks at her with a question mark on his face. “She’s lactating more milk than her baby can consume. As a result, her breasts are becoming heavier and painful. She was struggling all night,” Kavya continues.

“Gosh! What all are you talking to me?” Rohan playfully teases her. He’s pleased with the fact that his wife feels totally comfortable discussing everything with him.

Kavya gently smacks him on his shoulder and says, “Shut up and listen. It seems she’d feel better if she drained out the excess milk after her baby is fed. But the process of manually doing it or using the breast pump is making her sore. The entire night, we were trying out things to make her feel comfortable so we could sleep, but nothing worked.”

“Ok,” Rohan says indicating her to continue.

“It seems she felt better when her hubby sucked her breasts during the foreplay, even though he did that briefly,” Kavya pauses. Rohan feels a bit uncomfortable with the amount of detail that Kavya is sharing about Amina.

Kavya continues, “So, I was thinking if you could help…” and looks at him.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you even understand what you’re saying? How can you even think of this?” Rohan instantly shouts and tries to get up and walk away.

Kavya holds his hand, stops him and says, “Baby, I know it’s not appropriate. But try to understand the trust and love I have for you that is making me ask this. Also, as you know, Amina is a very good friend. I promise it won’t spoil our relationship.”

“On the contrary, my respect and love for you would only increase. You’re doing something just because I’m asking, even though it is against the immense love you have for me.”

While Rohan calms a bit, he still can’t digest this, “All that is fine, but I can’t do it. It’s not being faithful to my love. It’s cheating.”

“It’s not. I’m asking you to do it. I’m fully aware of this, so how can it be cheating? Besides, I know your love for me is more than I can imagine,” Kavya replies.

“No,” Rohan says, as he doesn’t want to do it but runs out of reasons. “Please,” Kavya pleads.

He doesn’t know how else to change her thoughts, so he says, “Let’s say I agree and I do it. What if it goes beyond that, and I end up having sex with her?”

“Given the situation, it’s understandable, and I’m ok with that,” Kavya casually responds.

“But it’s so embarrassing to face her after this. Given she’s your friend, we’ll be meeting often.”

Kavya says, “They’re relocating to Canada. So that won’t be an issue.”

She seemed to have thought it through. Rohan thinks and gives one last try to see if that works. “I’m sure Amina won’t agree to this,” he says confidently.

“Why do you think we didn’t sleep last night? I was convincing her. Thank you for agreeing, baby. You’re a real sweetheart. So here’s the plan. If I’m around, you both would be uncomfortable. So, I’ll go out for 4 hours after having breakfast, and you can do it. Remember, she’s very embarrassed and shy. So you’ve to approach first.”

Rohan is totally lost at the turn of events.

At the breakfast table, Rohan and Amina are completely silent. They aren’t even making eye contact. Kavya tries to make some small talk, but they only respond in monosyllable. Before they realise it, they find themselves in the home all by themselves.

As Kavya leaves, Rohan goes into his room, and Amina goes into the guest room. Amina feeds the baby, puts her to sleep and sits on the bed thinking about all this. She’s still in two minds and is very embarrassed. In the other room, Rohan doesn’t want to take the lead.

He wants to while away the time so that it doesn’t happen. After a few minutes, Amina feels that her breasts are becoming heavier and painful. She’s increasingly wanting to break the ice and approach Rohan as the pain is increasing.

She can’t take the pain anymore and walks out of the room and knocks Rohan’s room. Rohan knows it’s Amina. He opens the door and says, “Hi.” Amina doesn’t know what to say. She waits for a few seconds and then says, “It’s really painful.”

Rohan moves aside and says, “Please come in.” Amina says, “Shall we go to the guest room? Just in case the baby wakes up?” She walks to the guest room without waiting for him.

As Rohan follows Amina, he sees her for the first time. She’s plump and curvy as she still has her pregnancy weight. She’s wearing pyjamas and a nightshirt. The outline of her waist and the spread around her ass are clearly visible. The way her butt was jiggling is making her look even more sexier.

He follows her and they both enter the room. There’s an awkward silence. They don’t know how to begin. Rohan finally takes the lead. He holds her hand, leads her to the bed and sits on the edge of the bed. He can feel her hand trembling while her chest movement is apparent with her heavy breaths of anticipation.

The sight of her boobs going up and down are so erotic. He gently pulls her closer to him, so close that her boobs almost touch his face. He could see the outline of her nipples from the thin fabric. That was the first time he realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He begins to unbutton her shirt completely and can see her dusky skin. She’s plump and curvy. As he moves one of the sides of her shirt aside, he gets a glorious view of her boob. It’s full, firm with brown areola and erect dark nipple. He could see goosebumps all over her.

He looks at her as if he’s asking her permission. That gesture of his melts Amina completely. Without saying a word, she moves forward and positions herself such that her nipple is close to his lips. She’s eagerly waiting to feel his lips and tongue.

The purpose was to have him suckle her breasts and empty them. But she’s keen that he fondles them and goes beyond what they met for. The anticipation is giving goosebumps all over her body, making her nipples taut and her pussy wet.

She thinks, “Gosh, my body has a mind of its own.” For a moment, forgets that her breasts are paining. Carefully, without touching her with his hands, Rohan puts his lips on her nipples and gently begins to suck. An electric current flows all over her body, and her body quivers at his touch.

As he begins to suck, a mildly warm liquid gushes into his mouth that has a subtle sweetness to it. It’s a first-time experience for Rohan and he’s beginning to enjoy this. At the same time, the way Rohan’s lips are pulling and pressing her nipples with an occasional feel of his teeth is making Amina go mad.

She’s got very sensitive breasts. On top of it, Rohan’s gentleness is making her go even more crazy. She gently holds his wrists. Rohan thinks that she wants him to stop. But Amina takes his hands and places them on the back of her waist as if gesturing him to hold her and hug her.

Rohan grabs her and pulls her closer. Amina loves the way he does that and expresses her approval with a gentle moan. Rohan now moves to the other breast, and this time, while sucking it, he grabs the other breast and fondles it. His other hand is now over her butt, trying to grab it.

They now crossed whatever blurred line was there between them. His hand continues to grope her butt. Slowly, he slides his hand into her pyjama. That’s when he realises that she doesn’t have a panty on her. As he’s sucking her nipples, his hand explores her butt crack.

His middle finger slides all along to touch the tip of her pussy. He finds it dripping wet and loves the way Amina complimented his actions.

In no time, he pulls her pyjamas down, and she wilfully helps him. By then, he has emptied her breasts.

Amina eagerly makes him stand and removes his t-shirt and shorts. She doesn’t want to waste even a single moment. As she pulled his underwear down, she could see his cock spring out. She lovingly grabs it and strokes it.

Rohan says, “Let me get a condom.”

She says, “You won’t need that. As I’m still lactating, I’m safe.”

He gently pushes over the bed and gets between her legs. He runs his fingers over her pussy and begins to stimulate her clit using his index finger. She’s so turned on that in no time, she groans out loud and bursts into an orgasm. He could see white sticky fluid flow out of her pussy.

He never saw that with Kavya so he finds it amusing. He lovingly rubs the juices all over her pussy. “I want you inside me,” Amina says.

“Not so soon,” Rohan teasingly says and proceeds to insert his index and middle finger into her pussy. As he starts to finger her, he bends down and starts to flick her clit using the tip of his tongue. In no time, she’s nearing a second orgasm. He abruptly stops.

“Don’t kill me. Please fuck me,” Amina begs. He obliges by getting up and placing his dick over her pussy entrance. She eagerly grabs it and starts to guide him into her. As his cock is sliding into her pussy, she lets out a soft moan.

Once completely in her, he lies over her with his entire body weight crushing her, and they kiss for the first time. Rohan crushed her on the bed, passionate kisses on her lips and a rock-hard cock in her pussy. Probably this is what is called heaven, Amina thinks.

Rohan starts to fuck her while continuing to kiss her. His movements become intense, and so are her moans.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asks Amina.

“In me. Every single drop in me,” Amina responds.

In no time, his body stiffens, and his cock begins to spew cum into her pussy. The feeling of the warm fluid pushes her to another orgasm. Totally spent up, he falls over her and they hug each other right.

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“Nothing, I was being silly and impulsive,” responds Deepak.

“You always were. It’s kinda surprising that you’re not as spontaneous now as you used to be,” says Karthik and looks at Kishen, who he sees is visibly upset.

“What happened, Kishen?” asks Karthik. “Is everything alright?”

“Ye…yes.”

“You don’t seem so.”

“OK then. I want to get this off my chest. You told about how you are not a mother-fucker-minded pervert,” says Kishen.

“Yes…so?”

“Can I ask you something? You may get angry. But you have to be absolutely honest.”

“Go ahead,” responds Karthik as both Deepak and Tariq listen in to what Kishen would ask.

“If Maya aunty asks you for sex. Would you oblige?”

“She won’t.”

“But what if she does and Shalini Didi is OK with it?”

“I guess then I would have to oblige.”

“Do you find that prospect exciting?”

“Absolutely not! What’s your point?”

“I will get to that in a minute. Even Tariq has an elder sister. There’s about 10 year age gap between them. Let’s assume Tariq and Farah Didi get pretty close, exactly like you and Shalini Didi. However, unlike you and Shalini Didi, they decided to do it or engage in ‘mutual masturbation’ like Tariq mentioned. Would you call that perversion?”

“No, absolutely not. Coz I know the bro-sis dynamic.”

“Exactly! And a similar dynamic could happen with mom-son also, right?”

“I guess, but what’s your point?” asks Karthik.

“My point is. If it’s consensual, it ain’t perversion!”

“OK, so?”

“So don’t worry about us judging you as a ‘mother-fucker minded pervert’.All you’ve done is share your idea about your mother being satisfied with her loneliness and sex depravity.”

“OK, appreciate that detailed explanation. But you sound a little hyper. Is everything all right?” asks a concerned Karthik.

“Nothing. Everything’s good,” responds Kishen with a fake smile that the other three knew was fake.

“OK, I have to get home now. I don’t want to miss my opportunity to shag,” jokes Karthik. He boards a public bus back home. Kishen, Tariq and Deepak wave him bye.

Tariq notices Kishen is still rather feeling off.

“So, Kishen. How was it like to lose your virginity?” Tariq asks as if he knew everything.

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, dude. Don’t hide it. I know you’ve had it. You may have been a virgin the last time I met you. But you sure got some pussy after that.”

“How do you know?”

“Like I said, I’ve become good at observing people. Thanks to Raj.” Tariq responds.

Kishen is taken aback by hearing Tariq openly referring to Deepak’s dad by his name. From what Tariq had told him the last time, the relationship between Tariq, Raj’s uncle (Deepak’s dad) and Hema aunty (Deepak’s mom) was kept a secret from Deepak.

Looking at a confused Kishen, Deepak chuckles and says, “It’s fine, bro. I know everything now. I’m in it too.”

“What? I had my doubts looking at the way you two were acting,” says a surprised Kishen.

They notice that Kishen isn’t as excited as they’d hoped he’d be when they’d reveal to him their secret. They felt something was bothering him.

“So, you tell me, when, how, and who did you fuck?” Tariq asks.

“No, you tell me. How do you know for sure that I lost my virginity?”

“Because if you hadn’t, you’d be behind me, desperate for an update on your request.”

“What request?”

“Ha, you even forgot. You asked me for a chance to do it with my mom, remember?” (part 2)

Kishen realizes he’d completely forgotten about it because of all the sex he’s been getting.

“So, you want to tell us about who you had sex with?’ Tariq presses. “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

“So, if I don’t tell, won’t you be angry with me?”

“Why?”

“Because you told me your secrets. And you’ve updated me about Deepak joining your circle. Wouldn’t it be unfair of me to hide my secret from you? Won’t it look like I don’t trust you as much as you two trust me?” asks Kishen.

“Hey, nothing like that. Because your secret is not yours alone, it is also the person who you’ve indulged with.”

“You said it, bro. So I can’t tell you everything. I’m very glad you understand,” says Kishen, although he wanted so much to reveal everything to Tariq.

“No probs bro. But how was the experience?”

“It was and is always amazing,” responds Kishen. “How did you bring Deepak into your circle of his dad and mom? If you don’t mind saying.”

“He caught me and Hema aunty. Shit hit the fan. But then everything went down smoothly.” (Part 4)”

“I see. Fidah aunty knows about all this?” asks Kishen.

“Yeah, Fidah aunty is in it, too. I fucked her hard,” responds Deepak with a wide smile.

“Oh my God! So, what Tariq wanted finally came true, eh?” Kishen says with a smile.

Deepak and Tariq notice that Kishen is still not as excited as he should’ve been. Deep inside, Kishen fears that his best friends would despise him if he told them that he was a mother fucker.

“What’s bothering you, man? Tell us,” says Deepak.

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Ya right! It’s what Karthi said, right?” asks Tariq.

Kishen remains silent.

“Hey, that horny fucker may very well be having the hots for his mom too, or sister,” says Deepak.

“So, won’t that make him a bad person in your eyes?” asks Kishen.

“No, I may have been disgusted by it had I been the same person before joining the circle. But as you said, as long as it remains a harmless fantasy or is truly consensual, I don’t see anything wrong with incest,” clarifies Deepak.

“Do you have the hots for your mom?” Kishen asks Deepak.

“No, but she didn’t mind the idea of doing it with me,” responds Deepak.

“And it happened?” asks Kishen.

“No, because I didn’t consent to it,” says Deepak.

“See, I already told you that I have the hots for ammi, right? But did you despise me? Or think I’m a pervert?” Tariq asks Kishen.

“No,” Kishen says, feeling a little relieved to be assured by his best friends that they’d never be judgmental of him.

“So, aren’t you going to ask us if we’d let you join our circle?” Tariq asks Kishen. “Or, is the pussy you’re currently getting enough for you?”

“When has one pussy been enough for any dick?” asks Kishen. “But no, I don’t feel like asking to join your circle even though I very much want to. I don’t feel it’s right to join you guys without revealing my sexual secrets to you. But, hands tied, I’m helpless. I have to respect the privacy of those with whom I share my sexual secrets,” says Kishen.

“Those! There’s more than one person for you, too?” asks an excited Deepak.

“Yes, but please don’t ask me anything further. I have promised them not to tell anything to anyone,” says Kishen.

“We understand, bro. No problem,” says Tariq. “We’re glad that you’re also no more a virgin. Now, only Karthik is the remaining virgin in our gang.”

“We can’t be sure. I have serious suspicions. That fucker may very well be going at it. ‘Awkward situations,’ it seems.” jokes Deepak.

They laugh.

“He mostly is telling the truth. Poor dude. Feel sad for him,” says Tariq.

“I know, I was kidding,” says Deepak.

“Wanna come come to my house, Kishen?” asks Tariq. “You still don’t look cheerful enough. Deepak is coming. Ammi said she’s prepared a surprise for us.”

“Must be a sexy surprise. So, my coming may not be ideal. She may not be expecting me.” says Kishen.

“Nothing sexy. Life is not a porn plot, Kishen. She probably prepared some dishes. Come along. She would be more than happy to see you,” assures Tariq.

Kishen, Tariq and Deepak head over to Tariq’s housing society. They ring the bell to his apartment and wait for Fidah to open. Expecting only Tariq and Deepak, Fidah opens the door with a wide, naughty grin. It’s very much unlike her reserved nature.

Seeing Kishen, her wide smile instantly fades, much to his notice. She tries not to let it show. She welcomes them in, projecting the reservations of a conservative Muslim woman. Kishen could totally tell she was not expecting him. It was as though his presence affected her plans.

She goes over to her room and calls Tariq over under the pretext of helping her search for something. Away from Kishen and Deepak sitting in the living room, she asks Tariq why he had to bring Kishen over. Tariq says he didn’t think it was a big deal since his circle didn’t plan any indulgences for the day.

It had also been a while since Kishen came over to his house. Tariq said he thought it would be good if Kishen, too, got a bit of the surprise dish Fidah made. Fidah clarifies to him that her surprise is not exactly something eatable. She asks him to have Kishen leave the house, “Sooner, the better.”

Vouching for Kishen, Tariq requests that she consider Kishen also for the surprise, “Whatever the surprise may be.” He reminds her about how excited she and Fidah were when he proposed the idea of adding Kishen to their circle (part 4).

Fidah declines her son’s request. Kishen is her close friend’s son, and she can’t do anything remotely sexual with him. From what she knew, Kishen was still an uncorrupted virgin. Tariq clarifies to her that he came to know a while back that Kishen was no more a virgin.

Surprised, Fidah asks for more details. Tariq tells her that Kishen didn’t detail much about his indulgences as he wanted to protect the privacy of the “persons” he was indulging with. Fidah didn’t expect to hear that Kishen got it going more than one person.

She asks Tariq if Kishen knows about her involvement in their circle. Tariq says he and Deepak revealed the state of their circle to Kishen because they trusted him. Fidah is taken aback.  She gets embarrassed and borderline annoyed by what Tariq did. She expected he’d at least ask her before revealing anything.

Fidah was unsure of what to do. She asks Tariq to go back to the living room. She became shy to face Kishen knowing that her close friend’s son knew about her naughty secret life. Soon enough, Fidah joins the boys in the living room. With a cup of coffee, she sits on the sofa adjacent to theirs.

Kishen could see from Fidah Aunty’s face that she was struggling to hide her shyness with sternness. He was sure Tariq told her whatever he’d told him earlier at the ground and that she knew he knew she knew. Awkward silence ensues wherein Kishen, too tries hard to conceal his shyness.

Breaking the silence, Fidah says, “Kishen, so Tariq tells me that you’ve ‘been there, done that’?”

Kishen could not help but blush and smile uncontrollably. He was surprised that Fidah aunty, of all people, had just initiated talking about sex with him. He’d always known and respected her to be a stern, reserved person. Kishen nods shyly.

“Talk, Kishen! Don’t be shy. We’re adults talking now. Don’t see me only as your friend’s mother.” says Fidah.

“Yes, aunty, things happened,” he responds without looking her in the eye for more than a couple of seconds.

“You boys have all grown up!” praises Fidah.

A long conversation ensued among the four of them. It began with small talk, mixed with gradual but increasing sprinkles of subtle adult innuendos, comments and jokes, mostly from Tariq and Deepak.

It helped Kishen and Fidah lose their shyness and awkwardness and get comfortable talking about adult stuff. However, Fidah could sense an underlying vigour in Tariq and Deepak to steer the conversation to a full-blown sex session.

Their talking points gradually shifted to their pasts. Fidah came to know better from Kishen how much Tariq shared with him. Fidah expressed to Kishen her deep gratitude towards Raj (Deepak’s psychologist father) for pulling Tariq out of his mental trauma.

Fidah also learned from Kishen that he knew (from Tariq) how the incident led to her becoming more liberal and closer to Tariq. Kishen said he’d also known about Tariq’s indulgence with Hema and Raj (Deepak’s parents—part 2).

He added that it was a surprise for him to learn a while back about Deepak and Fidah joining the circle. They narrated to Kishen the unexpected but hot circumstances that led to it (part 4). The recollection made everyone horny.

Kishen could sense they were as curious to know more about his “persons” as much as he was interested to know about their circle. “Obviously!” he thought. Knowing about other people’s sex lives sure delivers a special kind of horniness!

Kishen revealed only bits and pieces of his sexual journey. He was careful not to disclose the names or identities of the people involved in his past indulgences. Seeing Kishen being so secretive and choosing his words carefully, they grew more keen to know who he was actually fucking.

Fidah was concerned if Kishen was being pressured or manipulated to not reveal anything—like how Deepak had been subject to (part 4). They had no clue that Savi was one person Kishen fucked actively.

Their conversation then went philosophical. Kishen shared about how much he could discover his sexual self. Fidah, Deepak and Tariq agreed with him and shared how much their sexual selves matured. They all expressed gratefulness to the almighty for giving them the opportunity to live a life of sexual bliss.

With that, the manipulation concern that Fidah had was cleared. It was clear to her that whatever and whoever Kishen was doing, he’d been doing in free will. The conversation gradually elevated each of them to top-level arousal.

Their arousal steered the conversation further to them openly sharing and joking about their sexual preferences, kinks and fetishes. It was when Fidah glanced at the clock that she realized that about 1.5 hours passed. She had completely forgotten about the surprise she’d prepared for Deepak and Tariq.

But thanks to the conversation they had, she was convinced that Kishen sure was worthy to be given a share of the surprise. However, she was still hesitant. “What if Savi comes to know somehow that I, too, had a part in her son’s sex life? How might she take it? Am I risking my friendship here?” she wondered.

“So, Kishen, I know that Savi is quite liberal and all. But, does it concern you how things might turn out should she come to know about your sexcapades? Or does she already know?” asks Fidah.

Kishen did not see that question coming from Fidah. He feared answering the second question might raise suspicion. All he could think of was a way to dodge the question with a counter-question.

“May I know what makes you ask that?” Kishen asks Fidah.

“Well, I don’t want to take any chance risking my friendship with your mother,” answers Fidah.

“I understand, Fidah aunty. So I’d suggest let’s not take any chances.” Kishen says. It takes a few seconds for Kishen to realize his blunder. He just rejected Fidah’s subtle offer to join her circle, which was one of his prominent fantasies.

Realizing that he’d done it to protect his false sense of insecurity made him feel even more miserable. Fidah, on the other hand, could notice how Kishen’s demeanour changed ever so suddenly but subtly when she asked him the question about his mom finding out/knowing.

A part of her began to doubt remotely if Savi herself was one of the ‘persons’ in Kishen’s life. She was determined to find out, one way or another.

“So, what’s the surprise you’d planned for us, Ammi?” Tariq asks.

“Well, since Kishen doesn’t want to take any chance risking my friendship with Savi aunty, I think the surprise can wait until Kishen leaves. Hope you don’t mind, Kishen.”

“Of course not, aunty. I can understand,” says Kishen, trying to mask his sadness and horniness with a fake-looking smile. “In fact, I think I will leave now. It’s getting late,” he says and gets up.

Fidah didn’t want Kishen to leave, as she was rather determined to fish out more info from Kishen regarding his sex life. With a naughty smile, she says, “If you’re sure you won’t take any chance. I will let you witness the surprise.”

It was an offer Kishen’s horny self couldn’t decline. And he was just as curious as Deepak and Tariq as to what the surprise was.

Fidah excuses herself for a moment and proceeds to Tariq’s bedroom. After a few minutes, she calls the three to the room. The room has been kept chill with the AC on with a mild aroma of scented candles.

And sitting cross-legged at the centre of Tariq’s flower-sprinkled bed was a shy woman whose face was veiled in a fancy shawl. She wore nothing else. Her naked body was adorned from head to toe, only with Fidah’s ornaments and intricate henna work on both hands and legs.

A nude bride on her wedding night!

“Wow! Ammi, did you just find me a bride?” asks a hornified Tariq. “Who is she?”

“She’s not really meant for you, son. But you and Deepak are welcome to have a piece of her. See for yourself who she is. You two may unwrap the surprise.” Fidah says. She asks Kishen to go and sit on Tariq’s PC chair at the corner and ‘witness’ the surprise as they’d agreed.

She proceeds to sit next to him on the floor despite him courteously offering her the chair. Tariq and Deepak slowly approach the bedside and carefully lift the shawl off the woman’s head, revealing her face.

“Gauri,” Tariq utters in total astonishment.

The three young men are utterly surprised to know that it was the maid Gauri that Fidah had ‘made ready’ for them. They were equally surprised appealing and unexpected makeover that Gauri was in. Even Tariq couldn’t recognize her for a few seconds after seeing her.

He’d only ever seen her as a thin, sweaty maid who always wore dull clothing and a pale expression. Tariq knew that the abuse and exploitation he faced at the hands of her former husband—Dhonu Singh, the society watchman—was only a fraction of what she had been subject to.

Living as his submissive, illiterate wife, Gauri only knew how to sweep, mop, cook, and offer her body to his perversions. Be at the receiving end of his filthy, intoxicated aggression and pray tearfully at her plight. Tariq could see that the transformed Gauri that was sitting on his bed was genuinely happy.

There was a sparkle in her eyes. It was unlike the bleak, hopeless eyes Tariq saw back during that unfortunate day. (Part 2). He never got the courage to go up to her and talk to her, even as she’d frequent his house for the chores.

“How selfish of me,” he retrospected, even as he was very much relieved to know that she, too, appeared to be more than fine.

Fidah climatically reveals to them her secret little good deed. It turns out Fidah had done more than just freeing Gauri from Dhonu Singh by kicking him out of society with the help of her police brother, Altaf. Tariq was doing more than helping his ammi break free of her mindset and sexual suppression.

Fidah had been relaying to Gauri whatever she’d heard and learned from Tariq. Fidah had been mentally healing Gauri and opening her up to progressive thinking. After learning everything from Fidah, the young men’s respect and adoration towards her shot up by leaps and bounds.

With happy tears filling his eyes, Tariq looks at Fidah sitting in the corner next to Kishen. He instantly goes towards her, squats, and lunges his body on hers to hug her tights.

“Don’t hug me, son, hug Gauri. Show her what it is like to experience masculine tenderness. She’s looking forward to it. All she’s ever known is the vicious version of masculine lust. It took me a lot of patience and effort to make her even mentally perceive sex as something affectionate,” says Fidah, patting her son’s back.

Driven by an overflow of emotions triggered by wholesome revelations, Tariq frees Fidah from the clutches of his arms and goes back to Gauri. He kneels on the bedside and reaches out to her feet with both his hands. He begins kissing them apologetically.

“I’m sorry, Gauri. I should’ve thought about you while I healed from the trauma. You needed more healing than me. I’m ever grateful to ammi for doing what I should’ve done morally.” he says.

Gauri freezes at Tariq’s gesture. From childhood, she’s been brain-drilled into believing that it was the maids/servants like her who ought to do the feet kissing. And she never wanted Tariq, of all people, to do it.

She wished that she had served one of the several ‘rude’ masters/mistresses—or their offspring. An embarrassed Gauri tries to break her feet free from Tariq’s hold, but Fidah signals her to be still and let Tariq release his emotions.

Watching the naked, jewellery-adorned ‘bride’ being feet-worshipped by their best friend, Deepak and Kishen couldn’t help but get hard. Deepak strips in seconds and looks Gauri, Fidah and Kishen impatiently while stroking his dick. “Get over with it, you emotional sissy! I want to fuck.” he says.

Fidah laughs. “Hold on! Gauri wishes to be fucked by someone else. You two have to warm her up for him. Follow my instructions.” orders Fidah. “And Kishen, although you’re just going to sit back and watch, you’re welcome to free your horny dick from suffocating under your pants,” she adds.

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Hey all, I am Mandar, back with another flick from the past. Do read my previous stories if exploitative sex is your drug.

So today’s story is a partially real experience with Shreya, my college mate. We both went to art school together in Bangalore. Since our society was near our college, most of us students used to stay there as tenants. It was a huge society with a dozen towers and tens of floors.

I used to stay with my flatmate Sunny. He was a textbook playboy with an athletic physique and fair muscular body. He used to be accompanied by a new girl every month.

About me: I was a cheeky nerd with an average physique and a slightly darker skin tone. One could say I was a 5 back then.

Sunny, me and our pet cat were the hub of the house party. Our cat had witnessed a lot of girls getting boned on our couch. Sometimes, in the kitchen. And, of course, on the balcony too.

Sometimes, the cat got to scratch and devour the fallen panties on the floor.

Coming to the story, we had a friend – and Shreya. She was a Tamilian with chocolate brown skin and an hourglass bust. She was the kind who wore traditional tops with a slutty cleavage.

Shreya was around 5 feet tall and had black-brown streaks of hair. She was an ample-bosomed chic. Her ass used to pop out as her sexiest feature. Her looks were ordinary, but her stylish dress and curvaceous figure often drew attention away from her face.

During college, Shreya used to date Aamir. He was a well-dressed dude from Delhi. Rich and spoilt. Sunny and I used to hate him to the core, partly because he was a pretentious douche.

We all used to hang out at our place all the time.

One day, Shreya was crying in the college classroom. When asked, she told us that Aamir cheated on her, and they broke up. While she was crying, her boobs were heaving up and down. Even then, I was getting a boner.

Shreya’s purple bra strap was out on her shoulder. She squatted on a table and started telling us everything. Looking at her body, my evil imagination tingled.

Wild thoughts were running through my head. Shreya is blowing me fully naked. Shreya was riding me while I was driving her car.

Shreya was attending classes while my cum was still on her hair and lips. Uff.

Snap! Snap! I got back to reality.
Apparently, Aamir had fucked a girl from our junior batch in his car. Shreya saw them get out of the car, adjusting their hair and their clothes. When confronted, Aamir just shamelessly admitted it and spanked her.

After she was done, I hugged her and calmed her down. Her boobs crushed against my chest. She squeezed herself harder on me. And I had a big boner in my pants.

Sunny suggested we do a house party to rant and flush Aamir out of our lives. We agreed. We invited Shreya and a couple of our friends home. Sunny brought his new trophy girlfriend, Nidhi, to the party.

I dimmed the lights and put on the fairy lights. Mellow music was playing, and we decided to get high quickly.

We were sitting in the living room with Sunny and Nidhi on the couch. Another couple we invited made themselves cosy on a mattress on the ground. Shreya was in a bean bag, and I was sitting on a chair.

We started taking whiskey shots. First shot…..Second…..third…..fourth. It was Fireball Cinnamon whiskey. Cheap but strong. Everyone started feeling the tickle. I could see Nidhi running her fingers on Sunny’s chest.  Shreya and I were watching them as they got cheaper.

The other couple was drunk and was singing along. Slowly, Nidhi’s hands were over Sunny’s lower belly and finally on his pants. Sunny was caressing her waist. Shreya was giggling at me.

Shreya: I bet you 100 bucks he is going to do her in the ass.

Me: Well, it looks like it’s going to be a loud night, then haha

Shreya adjusted herself to the bean bag. And she leaned a little closer to me.

Shreya: She looks like she is ready to get Sunny inside, hahaha.

Sunny and Nidhi were getting really sleazy on the couch. Nidhi’s tongue was now swirling in Sunny’s ear. And he crushed her waist. They were panting a little.

I was getting a little uneasy in my pants. A sensual Nidhi, her perky tits, and a voluptuous Shreya sitting so close to me that I could rip her apart with my eyes. Nidhi started moaning as Sunny squashed her brown thighs. She clasped his collar and whispered in his ear.

Sunny’s eyes lit, and he pulled her towards him. “You harlot, your ass is not going to be sitting tight anymore. I am going to loosen it so much today.”

Shreya gave a disgusted sign. “Get a room, you idiots. I don’t need a visual.”

Nidhi got up and held Sunny’s cock over his pants, and bit her lips. “Come, Sunny, rock my world, and maybe I will let you do me in the shower later, haha,” She crackled!

Sunny got up and spanked Nidhi’s ass hard. And they both ran inside the room. As soon as they went in, Nidhi came back out, hung her panties over the doorknob, and winked at us. “You guys might wanna turn the volume up, haha! You’d rather hear T-Swift than my moans, haha.”

Sunny pulled her back in and shut the door. Shreya grinned at me and sipped her whiskey. The other friends in the house had already passed out. And one of them was in the washroom for a long time.

Me: So Shreya! What do you think they are up to now?

Shreya winked: She was probably on her knees, but she was too horny to give a blowjob.

Me: Ufff, you want to listen through the door?

Shreya’s face lit up, and she tried to get up. I helped her by her waist. Oh god, she was a fleshy bitch. Perfectly arched hips. She tiptoed towards Sunny’s room. And we both put our ears on the door. We couldn’t hear much. But there was a slight creaking of a chair heard from inside.

Shreya: Wow, I guess he finally assembled the chair, haha.

I was so horny. I could imagine Nidhi going up and down on Sunny in his chair. And next to me, at an almost kissable distance, was Shreya, reeking of whiskey.

She was wearing a deep-neck T-shirt and a skirt. Her boobs were clearly visible, held together by the neon pink bra. I was getting a hard-on.

Shreya: Our lucky boy is going to get drained a lot, haha.

Me: Huh, oh yeah, yes, yes. (I was distracted.)

Shreya walked back to the couch, picked up her whiskey glass, and chugged it. Uff, nothing is sexier than a voluptuous brown chick chugging a whiskey down her throat.

She looked at me, and I turned away. Feebly trying to hide my boner.

Shreya: So, Mandar, when are you going to fuck me? Or am I just going to go to bed with a wet cunt?

Me: What? I mean, what?

Shreya: Aye, come on! Do you think that you are doing a good job hiding that tent in your pants?

Me: Hey, that’s just… I mean, we were hearing them have sex, and…

Shreya pulled her t-shirt off one shoulder and reached out to her bra.

Shreya: Yeah, yeah, keep going. I am listening.

Me: What even…

Shreya pulled off her bra and threw it on the couch. “See? I did that for you! One step less for you to get inside my tits, haha.”

I was just stunned. It’s finally happening. I was going to fuck Shreya tonight. Everywhere around the house. Shreya walked towards me, her eyes alight with a fiery intensity. She stood on her toes, furiously pulled me closer by the collar, and shoved her tongue inside my mouth.

Her other hand attacked my butt cheek. I felt like a hunter, watching a golden deer willingly approach, ready to be devoured. Shreya was the perfect cum dump. Squeeze, spank, fuck, and cum-dump. In every hole. I regained my senses.

Shreya was writhing on my body, passionately exploring my mouth with her lusty tongue. I took control; with my bare hands, I thrust my palms on her butt cheeks and crushed them with all my might. Her flesh was like slime, slipping out of my fingers.

I cupped her hard, pushed her on my crotch, and tightened out my embrace. She was moaning loudly. Her body was convulsing like a snake. I inserted my hand in her pants and cupped her butt cheeks with my palms. Pinching alternately. I would brush my finger occasionally over her dry butthole.

Shreya shook every time that happened. I parted her butt cheeks, pinched, and cupped. I satisfied my palms to the fullest. Her ass was as big as a couple of watermelons. I started putting my finger inside her tight butthole. Shreya tried to let go of my embrace, but I kept her smooched.

Her boobs pressed on me, and my finger dug deep into her ass. She forcefully withdrew her mouth from mine and shouted, “Mandar, if you stop, I will kill you. Fill my ass with that finger, ummm.”

Me: Just the finger? Hahaha, that’s a good start.

Shreya clasped me, and her nails dug into my back. She was clenching me with unbearable pain and ecstasy. I stretched her asshole brutally with the finger, and Shreya just gave in.

She stood motionless in my embrace. Her nails are still piercing my back. Her ass was still, with my finger writhing inside her tight butthole.

Shreya was moaning. Her breath smelled like whiskey. My cock was the hardest it could be. It was poking her squishy pelvis.

Shreya: Do me, Mandar. Let’s do it so many times until I get a cup full of cum.

I lifted Shreya by grabbing her ass, and she spread her legs and wrapped herself behind me. She was kissing and biting my neck. Her tongue occasionally swirls in my ear.

I put her in the bean bag. She landed uncomfortably, and her t-shirt slipped off her shoulder. I stepped closer to her, realizing that her lips were directly facing my bulge.

Slowly, I unzipped my pants. My hairy cock sprung out. It pounced and twitched. I had an average 6-inch cock. And it was hard enough to punch a hole in a doughnut.

Shreya was high, and her eyes were buzzing. She was biting her lips at my hairy dick like a hungry hound tempted by a piece of meat. She was trying to reach it with her tongue.

Me: You are now officially the whore of this house, Shreya. There are going to be tons of condoms here on, ploughed out from your club.

Shreya: I want to suck you dry.

She pounced on my cock. She held it with both her hands and stroked it wildly. Her clenching teeth showed how tempted she was! With a brisk move, she cupped my butt from behind and gulped my cock. She started sipping and sucking with sloppy noises.

I could feel her tongue spoiling around my cock. And she was looking me in the eye like a huntress. I was not new to getting blowjobs, but something about her was making me work extra hard today. Maybe it was her submission and tension to get fucked by me as a part of her rebound.

She was still pressing her one book hard with her hand, and her other hand was busy tingling my balls. She was sucking furiously. My fluids were oozing out of her mouth, and I was almost going to cum. But that’s not where I wanted my load in.

My first squirt inside her has to be her pussy. It has to be with her screaming my name and begging me to fill her up. I controlled my stream, and I pushed her away from my cock. She fell on the beanbag on her back. Her boobs were swinging momentarily.

Her T-shirt got off her shoulder, revealing her smooth brown shoulders. Her armpits were clean-shaven. I got on top of her. I forcefully parted her legs. She let out a very deep moan. Her eyes were dizzy but full of ecstasy and desire.

With her one finger, she invited me over to her and whispered in my ear, “Fill me up, Mandar. I want you. I want to take a photo with your cum flowing out of me to send to my ex. Ah, come on.”

Those words of Shreya just hypnotized me i to a maniac. I held her by her boobs and pulled towards me. I bit her lips. I crunched her boobs with both hands.

Me: You have a long night today, Shreya. Very long.

With this, I pushed on the ground. I turned her over. Her boobs pressed against the bean bag. I ripped every cloth from her body. I snatched away her pants. And gently tore away her panties.

Shreya: Ah, you moron, those were expensive.

Me: Shut up, you cunt.

I spanked her 10–15 times. My prints were starkly visible on her brown, round ass. I parted her ass furiously. She let out a moan. I pinched her ass hard. Leaving nail marks.

I spat on my fingers. Made them sloppy wet. And without any warning, I thrust them inside her asshole.

Shreya shrieked, “No, Mandar, you psycho, ahhh, fuck me, kill me.”

I twirled and twitched my fingers inside her. It was a dry arena for her. She was untouched by the backdoor. With my other hand, I continued spanking her. Her hands were spread on the floor, clutching the legs of the couch. Scratching and ripping the couch.

Her muscular back was well carved and tapered into a luscious waist. Her hips were broad. Milf broad. And she was completely naked. A tool. A dumping ground for anything that comes out of my cock.

I gently put my hands under her belly. She was warm and panting heavily. I grabbed her waist and brutally raised her ass. Now she was completely flat on the floor with only her ass up, calling me to devour her.

I was high, horny, and mesmerized by the authority I had over her body. I pulled her ass closer to me. I spat on her butt cheeks 5–6 times and wetted my cock on them.

With a couple of slaps on her bum, I placed my slippery cock in her tiny asshole. The thought of my cock stretching it wide all the way inside gave me chills. Shreya was twerking her ass.

Me: Bitch, is your ass ready for me?

Shreya: What? Not there… no…

But with brute force, I shoved my whole body on her. My cock bounced back. It slipped away. She was too tight.

Shreya: Hahaha, what happened? You didn’t do target practice today?

I was furious. I put my thumb inside her ass and spread her asshole open for my cock. She started tapping her hand on the floor. Her body was writhing.

Shreya: You monster make me a dead meat today.

This time, I had a clear opening in her buttock. With my thumb already in, I shovelled my cock inside her, and it went right inside. Shreya arched her back and quenched her fists. And gave a loud shriek. His thighs were pressing my crotch like a python.

I was just an inch inside, and my cock was feeling her walls. I was not new and was anal pounding. I just came on top of her and, without any break, pushed myself another 3 inches inside her. She was shouting my name, “Mandar, fuck my ass Mandar.”

I started humping her. My cock was screeching on her walls, and I could feel the dryness of her asshole. With my hands, I parted her ass cheeks and got deeper access to her ass.

My cock was thoroughly stroked. I was counting the number of times my cock went in and out of her.

Thump….thump….thump…14…15…16…….24….24 (Since this is a real story, I remember the count too well.)

With every thrust, Shreya’s whole body arched and shivered.

Shreya had clenched her fists and was banging the floor with her hands. “Mandar, you son of a whore, how’d you learn to fuck like that?”

Me: I got my whores to practice, hahaha.

Shreya: If I knew a brute like you was so close, I would have never let you out of my bedroom. You are so hot

32…33…34…35

I was so close to cumming. I wanted to see my cum ooze out of her asshole. So, with a final stroke of 45, I shoved a deep humo inside her. Her body moved half a foot ahead.

I parted her legs by holding her calves and shooting my stream of hot white fluid inside her. I could sense my cock pouring a load with relief. I looked at her ass. My cock was filled with overflowing cum.

With a fine, swift motion, I removed my cock from her ass. Shreya screamed in pain, “Oh Jesus, give me your seed, Manda!”

I turned her over. Her sweaty body now facing me and her boobs pumping up and down, I parted her legs as wide as possible. And placed them on my shoulders. Her pussy widened.

And without her catching a break, I pumped my cock into her pussy. Like a rabid psychopath, I was fucking her like a humping machine. My rhythm was like a drilling machine.

Thapthapthapthapthap!

The sound of my crotch clapping on her belly was echoing in the room. She was moaning crazy. But that didn’t work. I pushed myself closer to her, cupped her breast tightly, and started grovelling her pussy like a borewell.

I counted 30 strokes. But everyone knows the second climax for men lasts at least 60 Mississippis. Shreya’s eyes were barely open, she was biting her lips and her fingers. Her hands finally made themselves into my nipples, and she squeezed them hard.

I increased my power and gave deeper humps. With each hump, her hair got messed up.

Me: Shreyaa, I am cumming. I am cumming.

Shreya: Don’t you dare pull out. I have a pill.

With a loud groan, I squirted my seed inside her. It wasn’t much of cum, but my cock was drained to the fullest. I took a big sip of whiskey from a nearby bottle. My cock was still inside her.

I poured the whiskey on her face. It made its way through her neck, cleavage, and finally onto her belly button. Some of it reached her pussy and mixed with my cum.

Me: Shreya, you are the whore I have been looking for. I don’t think my cock can remain away from your dump.

Shreya: Shut up and keep fucking me every day. Ah, I will even let you fuck me in my ass during my cycle.

With that, I removed my cock from her pussy. She curled up her body and passed out. That night, I drilled her pussy 5–6 times. Against the wall, on the kitchen slab, and twice against Sunny’s bedroom door.

The next morning, when I got up, Shreya was snoring in the corner of my bedroom, on the cold floor, deep asleep. My cum stains all over her bare body. I went near her to kiss her thighs. I heard a deep voice say, “Well, I guess she ain’t going to open her legs any time soon.”

I turned around to see Nidhi standing at the door of my room, wearing just a loose T-shirt. Leaning on the wall and squeezing her tit.

Me: Oh, did we disturb you a lot?

Nidhi: Not really, but Sunny sure did try to do another round on me. Well, I guess he was picturing Shreya hahaha.

Me: Hahaha, but a chic as busty as you. I am sure you guys had fun.

Nidhi: Well, we never reached 40 strokes, hahaha. If you know what I mean,

Me: Oh shit, I yelled that out loud?

Nidhi: Hell yeah.

She gently paced toward me with a seductive gaze. She came close and held me by my balls.

Nidhi: Do you want to give me 15 deep ones, honey?

And that’s a story for another time, readers. Thank you for reading through the story!

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