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Hello all, ye ek kalpanik story hai. Aap log padhe aur maza le. So main ek chhote se town ka ladka hu. Mera naam hai Ravish. Main aapko bata du ki mujhe sab jagah se thokar aur dhokha hi mila hai. Wo fir meri family ho, mere mama ki family ho, ya meri girlfriend hi kyun na ho. Sab ne mujhe dhokha hi diya, aur mujhe ek makkhi ki tarah apne dil aur family se nikaal diya gaya.

Main fir akele rehne lagta hu. Kabhi kahi to kabhi kahi job karta hu, aur apna guzara kar raha hota hu. Subha ko raat ke khaane ka, aur raat hoti hai to subha ke khaane ka ki kaise ek wakt ki bhi roti ho paye, ye sochta hu. Aisa karte-karte logon ki hassi ka patra banta hu jaha bhi jata hu.

Aise hi kuch din chalte hai. Fir achanak se ek raat sapna aata hai mujhe ki main agar kuch mantra kahu to main gayab ho sakta hu. Jab subha aankh khuli to mujhe hassi aa gayi ki aisa bhi hota hai kya. Par maine wo mantra ek baar bol diya tha. Fir main apne kaam mein lag jata hu, aur khaane ke liye jo bhi tha wo khaa ke kaam par jata hu.

Waha mere se na koi baat kar raha hota hai, aur na koi mujhe dekhta hai. Sab mujhe ignore karte hai. Mujhe bahut bura lagta hai. Fir main dekhta hu ki ek banda jo thoda baat kar leta hai wo bhi bina kuch kahe hi waha se chala jata hai. Jaise ki main waha hu hi nahi. Aur ye sochte hue mujhe ehsaas hua ki kahi main sach mein gayab to nahi ho gaya. Us sapne mein jaise tha, wo to nahi hua mere sath.

Fir main apne ko aayine mein dekhta hu, aur kuch nahi dikhta. Main awaaz lagata hu, to log dekhte hai, par unko kuch dikhta nahi. Iska matlab yahi tha ki mere paas gayab hone ki shakti thi. Mujhe khushi aur ghabrahat dono hi the. Khushi gayab hone ki, aur ghabrahat ki kahi main wapas theek nahi hua to. Main seedhe ghar jata hu, jaha sheeshe ke saamne main wo mantra fir bolta hu. Isse main sheeshe mein dikhne laga. Fir doosre hi pal firse mantra bola to fir gayab.

Ab main samajh chuka tha ki mere bure din shayad khatam ho gaye the. Main gayab hoke sabse pehle to ek restaurant mein jaake khaana khaata hu, aur kisi ko kuch pata nahi chalta. Pet bharne ke baad ghar aata hu. Aake sochta hu kuch paise bhi aa jaye to acha rahega.

Mujhe pata tha ki hamare town mein galat kaam hote hai. Waha chor wagaira sab aate hai, aur maza karte hai. Maine waha jaane ki sochi. Waha jaise hi jata hu, paise se bhara bag, sona, chandi sab dekhta hu unke paas. Main paise ka bag le aata hu, aur kisi ko kuch pata bhi nahi chalta.

Kuch hi din mein mera rehne ka khud ka ghar, kapde, car sab ho jata hai. Par nahi hoti, to wo hai koi ladki. Ab mere paas sab tha, to ladki bhi chahiye thi. Hath se hi hilata aaya tha ab tak main. Na-jaane kitni hamari town ki ladkiyon aur bhabiyon ko dekh ke aur soch ke hilata tha. Par real mein aaj tak ek bhi nahi mili thi.

Fir raat mein gayab hoke main town mein kisi ke bhi ghar chala jata. Fir waha khaana khaata. Aise hi us raat ek ghar gaya to waha kitchen mein se main kuch khaa hi raha tha ki mujhe awaaz aayi aahhh hmmmm yesss is type ki. Maine sunne ki koshish ki to us ghar ke ek bedroom se awaaz aa rahi thi. Fir maine paas jaake dekha to pata laga new shaadi-shuda joda tha, jo sex kar raha tha.

Us ladki ke dono pairon ko kandhe par leke ladka apna lund daal ke chodne mein laga tha. Fir wo kuch hi der mein saara paani andar daal ke side mein so jata hai.

Ladki bolti hai: Mera to hua hi nahi hai. Tum itni jaldi kyun jhad jaate ho?

Fir wo log aise hi chipak ke so jaate hai. Mujhse raha nahi jata kisi ladki ko pehli baar nanga dekh ke. To main andar jata hu unke bedroom mein. Tab tak ladka-ladki dono so chuke hote hai. Fir main ladki ko choone lagta hu. Uske boobs kuch 34″ ke honge, jo main dabane lagta hu.

Fir main husband aur wife dono ke beech so jata hu aur wife ke boobs dabata hu. Fir chut par bhi hath ferne lagta hu. Kuch chipchipa sa hota hai, jo main apni ungli mein laga hua paata hu. Fir usko chaat ke dekhta hu to namkeen sa hota hai. Kuch aur der mein main ungli andar daal deta hu chut mein.

Jaise hi ungli daalta hu, ladki ki aankh khul jati hai, aur wo kehti hai-

Ladki: Aapko aaj sone ke baad sex ka kaise mann karne laga?

Main chup rehna hi behtar samajhta hu, aur apne doosre hath se uske lips ko band kar deta hu. Wo samjhi ki chup reh ke sex ke liye bol raha hai. Idhar main aur zor se ungli uski chut mein kar raha hota hu. Wo aahhh yaaaa yeess jaisi awaaze nikaalti hai. Zyada andhera hone ke kaaran wo mujhe apna husband hi samajh rahi thi, aur sex mein uski aankhen band ho gayi thi.

Use palat ke lip kiss karne lagta hu main. Uske raseele honth patle-patle, aisa lag raha tha jaise honey ho. Muah muah ki awaaze aa rahi thi. Kabhi wo jeebh daal rahi thi mere muh mein, to kabhi main uske muh mein. Maine mehsoos kiya ki ab uska ek hath mere lund pe tha, jise wo sehla rahi thi.

Lip kiss karte-karte main uski gardan, kaan, naak, sab jagah kiss kare jaa raha tha. Fir wo aahista se bolti hai-

Wo: Aaj aapka lund kuch zyada hi kadak aur mota ho gaya hai. Jaldi se andar daal do.

Idhar main uske gale se hote hue uske boobs tak aa gaya, jinhe main bas apne muh mein leke choosne laga. Kya soft boobs the. Uske nipples kadak aur lambe the, bilkul maza aa gaya choos ke. Main dabata hi jaa raha tha uske boobs, aur uski bas aahen nikalti jaa rahi thi.

Fir uski nabhi ko kiss karke chut pe aata hu, aur ek madak madhosh kar dene wali smell feel hoti hai, jo main bata hi nahi sakta. Aisi nasheeli chut thi, jise main apne muh se chaatne jaa raha tha. Fir jaise hi maine apni jeebh chut pe rakhi, wo uchal padi aur boli-

Wo: Ravi (jo uske husband ka naam tha), ye aaj chut kaise chaat rahe ho? Aapko to pasand nahi thi na.

Aur wo aaahh aahhhh karne lagi. Idhar main poori chut mein muh daal ke chaat raha hota hu. Uski chut ka paani jo malayi jaisa gaadha sa tha, mere muh mein jaa raha tha, aur ek awaaz chut chaatne ki aa rahi thi.

Wo lagataar jhadti jaa rahi thi, aur uske muh se sirf aur sirf siskariyan nikal rahi thi. Use main jannat ka ehsaas dila raha tha. Idhar main khud swarg ke gote laga raha tha. Dil to kar raha tha ki uski chut ke andar ghus jau bas.

Fir wo bol padi: Ab aur bardasht nahi hota. Chod daalo mujhe. Apna lund daal do meri chut mein.

Maine bhi ab der karna sahi nahi samjha, aur uski dono legs ko kandhe par rakh liya. Lund ko usne apne hath se pakad ke chut mein set kiya. Fir ek dhakke mein hi aadhe se zyada lund chut cheerta hua andar chala jata hai. Uski cheekh nikal jati hai, jise main apne hatho se band karta hu. Kyunki uska husband usi bed pe hota hai.

Fir main aahista-aahista lund hilane lagta hu, aur ek-ek jhatka deke poora lund andar kar deta hu. Asal mein ye meri pehli chudai hoti hai, aur main uski chut chodne lagta hu. Uske muh se sirf, “Aahh ahhhhhh.. ahhhh.. ahhh.. yess..” ki awaaze nikal rahi thi.

Wo bol rahi thi: Ahhh aise hi chodo. Kitna tadpaya hai aapne. Shaadi hui hai tab se aaj tak aisi chudai karwani thi, jo tum karte hi nahi the. Aaj kya khaa liya jo aisa chod rahe ho na jane?

Iske alawa wo aur pata nahi kya-kya bole jaa rahi thi. Iske sath room mein sirf thap thap ki awaaz jo chudai ki wahi aa rahi thi.

Wo: Aaahh aahhhh Ravi, aaj khush kar diya tumne. Aaj bahut maza de rahe ho.

Aisa wo mujhe bole jaa rahi thi. Idhar mujhe bhi use chod ke maza aa raha tha. Itne mein wo do baar jhad chuki thi. Par mera abhi bhi ho hi nahi raha tha. Fir kuch aur 20 dhakko ke sath mera saara maal uski chut mein chala jata hai. Fir wo uth ke mere lund ko muh mein leke choos ke saaf karti hai. Uske baad mujhe hug karke bolti hai-

Wo: Aisi hi chudai chahiye roz mujhe.

Fir main kuch der ke baad waha se chala jata hu apne ghar. Jaate-jaate ye sochta hu ki wo ladki kon thi, jise maine choda tha, subha pata karta hu.

To friend ye thi meri pehli kahani. Iske aur bhi parts aayenge jaldi. Meri email id hai [email protected]

Hi everyone, My name is Joanna. I’m 32 years old. Interestingly, after giving birth, my sexual needs have increased beyond imagination. Nevertheless, I was always a horny one everyday anytime.

This is my real-life story. Sex on flights has always been a thing for me. And I have done it twice. The first time was when I was 21, and then now recently after a long wait. The wait was for the right co-passenger, which is rare.

Regardless, for every flight of mine, I dress for two scenarios faithfully, and this has been for the last 14 years, though I’d say now I’m an expert in this. One of the main dresses is for sex-related situations.

A second is usually a formal coat to hide in all other situations (which is 99% of the case) with a scarf around the neck. And mostly a formal skirt below the knee height. My first experience was on an Indian domestic flight.

Still, my current one was on an international flight from the UK to Australia via Doha and Singapore for a work trip. And it was the best experience. So, I was taking Qatar Airways from London Heathrow to Doha. Like I said earlier, I was wearing a formal coat and a skirt below knee height, with a scarf.

Inside the coat, I was wearing a strip, too. With a deep neck and push-up bra of 36C size to get a good cleavage (total slut). But it works in your favour both ways). I often prefer the last seat at the window side on flights, though when I had my first experience, I got a middle seat.

When I entered the flight and reached my seat, there was already a guy in his mid-40s seated in the middle seat. I don’t really know his nationality, but he had an Australian accent. If I really have to guess, he looked Indian/Middle Eastern/South African.

But he was tall. I was instantly attracted as I’m 5’10, a rare tall Indian girl. I put my bags in the cabin space above and went to the toilet. I freshened and put on a bit of makeup. I rolled up my skirt from the waist to bring it above the knee height.

I pulled it up quite high, thinking if I need to pull it down, I’ll do it on the spot. And, of course, I removed the formal coat and scarf. So a professional look turned into a girl next door look with breasts almost popping out. You have to bend a bit to make the men in front and behind you drool.

I got back to my seat and asked the guy to let me into my window seat. He was reading a book, and he was stunned to see me dressed so lightly on the flight. He gave me space. I settled myself in and quickly took on the blanket. Seeing this, he asked.

Him – Won’t it turn too cold during the flight?

He was right, but the blanket would help. I had three very long flights, with 22 hours waiting in Doha and 10 hours waiting in Singapore. But when you travel for work, everything is taken care of by the company.

I responded – No, I think this is good. By the way, are you travelling to Doha, or is it a layover?

Him – No, until Sydney. It is a long way, some 45 hours total journey. This was the cheapest route.

I was feeling good as I had the same flights same waiting hours. So, I thought that this was going to be an interesting journey. I adjusted my blanket in such a way that he got to see my full thighs, and while sitting, the skirt lifted more.

Only he can have a good view of my breasts and cleavage from the side, and no one can see it from the front. The entire last row was empty from A to K seats. And there were very less people in the second and third last rows.

Him – Do you have a boyfriend?

Me – I’m married. And you?

Him – I’m divorced.

Me—I see. By the way, I’m also travelling to Sydney, so there will be the same flights and waiting hours.

We spoke a lot about each other. Meanwhile, the flight was preparing for take-off and the cabin crew was making sure of the procedures.

Him – I must compliment you on your dress. It is very revealing.

I was a bit surprised to see him make a move this fast, but I was happy that, finally, things were working out.

Me – Haha! Thanks, but I hope you don’t carry any STI.

He laughed a bit harder at this, but he got the message from me. So, we both were on the same page. At this point, we were going through the take-off safety procedures. He lifted the armrest, and now our skin could touch each other more.

He slowly moved his hand behind my back. I responded by leaning a bit forward and giving him space, which confirmed for him that I wanted this. Immediately, he opened his blanket and put it over my thighs.

Then, he moved his hands over my back again and lifted my skirt entirely. He removed the blanket and promised me that he’d place it back immediately if he found anyone coming towards us. So basically, now, I am in heels, panties and the strip top covered by a blanket.

Me – Wow! This feels very sexy.

Him – I agree. We will have an excellent flight

Me – Are you a boobs guy or an ass guy?

Him – Boobs. And seeing you dressed like this, I got the message right in the beginning.

Me – It is almost unbelievable. My type of guy. Good news! I’m lactating. So you have a free bonus.

It’s like we wasted no time. The flight was about to take off, lights were dim. The cabin crew took their seats. He wasted no time and put his head inside my blanket, took out my boobs and started literally eating it. Since there was no one around, I took my blanket down.

He was focused on my boobs until we were stable in the air, and the cabin crew started moving around again. I asked him not to make a sound while sucking my 36C boobs so that people won’t know. He destroyed my boobs in 4 minutes, drank most of the milk and was eating it uncontrollably.

It was like he had not been fed in ages and was looking for a chance. It was very wild, and I got scratches all over. I was horny AF. He soon released me, and I was in the blanket, both on top and on my thighs.

The flight was stable, and people started moving around. He thanked me and he moved his hand over my back again and started checking around my panty.

Me – What are you looking for?

Him – Why are you wearing a panty?

Me – Why not?

Him – That’s surprising that you dare to walk around with a rolled-up skirt sending a message that you want people to check out your ass and thighs. But you still wear a panty.

Me – Yeah! I will remove it.

Meanwhile, the air hostess came and asked for drinks. He ordered vodka for him and I white wine. But he insisted I should consider vodka. So, I asked for vodka instead. He toasted by putting the vodka shot in his mouth. When I was going to take mine, he asked me to wait.

He took my vodka shot in his mouth and kissed me to give all of it to me. At the same time, he put two fingers of his left hand directly to my pussy and vigorously fingered me. We stopped after taking the shot.

Hi – I’m right-handed. Fingering with the left hand is not the same. It’s a bit inconvenient on flights.

Me – We’ll figure it out. But how was the breastfeeding?

Him – I want more.

Me – After dinner, the lights go off. We have a lot of time.

Soon, we ate dinner and had 2 more vodka shots afterwards. I saved the chocolate mousse dessert for some fun later. As soon as the lights were off, I put the mousse all over my boobs under the blanket and waited for the right moment when there was no one around.

It was so stupid, but I was horny AF. When I told him, he wasted no time and put his head against the blanket and started eating it vigorously. He was surprised to see I put chocolate mousse everywhere. But he made sure he cleaned it, and it was the roughest breast licking ever.

Though he drained the milk the first time, he was looking for more. I was horny AF.

Me – Can we just fuck?

Him – I will destroy you slowly.

Me – I will ask for more every time.

Him – I will destroy you more.

After saying this, he ate my boobs more and then stopped to gather his breath. Then he moved a bit away from me and asked me to put my right leg over my left like a man. This ensured my pussy was available without really spreading my legs and making it uncomfortable on the flight seat.

This time he put his right hand in my pussy and vigorously started fingering it. It was as vigorous as one could imagine. I squirted in 5 minutes. I squirted so much. The whole blanket was soaked. By this time, he was hard as a rock. We opened the third blanket from the empty seat and spread it over his lap.

I had to pull down my skirt for a short time because I was going to eat him. I bent down and unzipped him, and pulled out his dick. I started giving him a blowjob, but he wanted it rough. So he started pushing my head down roughly. He then took control of my head movement and started directing me vigorously.

I started gagging, but we had to be silent. It was the hardest part for me to make less sound when choking. He fucked my mouth as if there was no tomorrow. By this time, the position in the flight seat started bothering me, but he was ruthless. I was helpless.

His mouth fucked me like a monster for 10 minutes and then released his load in my mouth. I was amazed by the quantity of cum. But I drank all of it. He was relieved.

Me – Fuck you! That was hard to hold on, but it was wild.

Him – I’m glad you liked it and thank you for this. I have never met a wild girl like you. I want to fuck your ass and pussy.

Me – After some rest, please!

We slept for some time after that. He wanted me to be as less dressed as possible. I lifted my skirt again and placed both my legs over his legs. We covered it with the blanket. He asked me to pull down my strip top and remove my bra.

He put his head over my breasts and covered him and me with another blanket. He slept deep, but in between, he sucked my breasts in sleep. Also, his left-hand fingers were rubbing my pussy in his sleep. I couldn’t really sleep deep because of his weight on me.

His breasts are sucking, and pussy rubbing. But I slept for an hour. At this time I have no idea if anyone noticed us while going to the toilet.

The story continues after we wake up. More in the next part.

My name is Rahul. I’m 23 years old. This is the story of something that happened a year ago. My dad died when I was 18 years old, and the state of our household degraded after that. I’m the only child, and after his death, we were left with just my mom in the family and a lot of debt.

We struggled a lot, but then as if a miracle had happened. I got a job in a startup when I was 20 years old. It was not a company, more of a business but the pay was good enough for me to support my mom and start paying off the debt. Mom was very happy, and over a year things started to turn better for us.

I was an accountant for the business, and I was gradually moving up the ladder. The business completed 10 years, and an anniversary party was thrown. I and my mom attended the party, and my senior, Mr. Anuj, introduced me to the owner of the company, Mr. Rajiv.

Rajiv was a man in his 50s, smart and funny. We talked, and I introduced them to my mom. Before we proceed, I’ll tell you something about my mom as well. My mom was at that time 43 years old. She is a 5’5″ tall, petite woman. Her measurements are 34-30-38.

She is average-looking but beautiful. She has a fair complexion and a cute face. She has an innocent personality. After the death of my dad, she has been overprotective of me. One week after the party, I was called by my boss, Anuj, in his cabin.

Anuj: Rahul, come in. Close the door.

Anuj was not in a good mood, I could tell. I closed the door and stood there.

Anuj: Rahul, you know about the audit that has been going on, right?

I nodded, still a bit confused.

Anuj: The auditors have revealed a huge mismatch in our transactions. Around 5 lakhs are missing without any trace. Fear grew in my stomach. I was the charge of financial statements, and this was a huge amount to go missing. Anuj stood up and came closer to me.

Anuj: Where is the money, Rahul?

“I do not know, sir.” Fear and confusion mixed in my face, which turned red as a result. Anuj backed down on his table and looked up at me.

Anuj: There is too much pressure from management. I will have to fire you.

His words raced in my mind, and before I could make a decision, I was on my knees, begging him not to do this. He backed away even more. I told him there was a money crunch and a huge debt.

I was the sole bread earner for my family. This would ruin my life. My mom’s life. He did not listen. He told me to pack my things and hand in my card. I was still on my knees, trying to comprehend the reality. How am I going to convey this to my mom?

This would devastate her, I told him. He took pity, and that was the reason he spoke once again.

Anuj: I can do one thing for you. Rajiv ji is coming to town today. You can meet with him in the evening. Convince him you’re innocent and you can keep your job.

My eyes lighted up. I pulled myself off the floor, wiping off my tears. I thanked him and turned to walk away when he called again.

Anuj: Take your mom with you.

I was confused but didn’t dare to ask the reason. I reached home and told Mom all that happened in the office and about the last chance to convince Rajiv ji of my innocence. Mom was very supportive and told me to get dressed. We got ready for the meeting.

I was wearing a white shirt and black pants. My mom was wearing a yellow saree as she always did. We reached the hotel and asked for Mr. Rajiv. The receptionist told us to go to room 404. I knocked on the room. Mom is standing behind me.

Rajiv ji opened the door. He was wearing a bathrobe, and his hair was wet from the bath.

Rajiv: Rahul. Come in.

As I went in, I saw Rajiv’s eyes lustfully ogle out to my mom as she folded her hands in a namaste. There was a big walk-in closet just at the entrance. The room then opened into a double bed with a table in the corner and a big fridge with beers stacked.

As I opened my mouth to speak, Rajiv picked up his hand in silence.

Rajiv: I know everything. Rahul, you have two options now. Either you pay me 5 lakhs or you lose your job.

I was shocked, and my mom had tears in her eyes. I begged Rajiv to please listen to me. My mom then stepped up and started speaking.

Mom: Please, Rajiv ji. Try to understand. Rahul is innocent. We don’t have that amount of money and this job is the only thing supporting our household. Please don’t fire him.

Rajiv: Madam, I understand completely. This is a huge mistake and the business will suffer loss because of Rahul’s negligence. There is no other way.

Mom: Rajiv ji, please. I would do anything. Please don’t fire him.

Rajiv’s eyes gleamed as he caught the word anything. It looked like he was waiting for it. This was an opportunity for him.

Rajiv: Okay. Rahul, I need to discuss this with your mom in private. Please leave us alone.

I was confused by what was happening. I saw the same expression on my mom’s face. I did not understand what to do now. Rajiv again looked at me and asked me to leave the room. I had no other option. I told Mom I would be waiting in the lobby for her.

As I walked towards the door, I saw the closet. Something in me pushed me to stay, so I quickly hid myself in the closet and shut the main door, making them believe that I’d left. The closet peeped right into the bedroom, giving me a clear view and sound.

Mom was standing there nervously now, looking at the floor. Rajiv sat down on the chair near the study table and lit a cigarette. He looked at my mom from top to bottom.

Rajiv: So you would do anything to save your son?

Mom: Yes, sir. Anything. Just please don’t fire him.

Rajiv: Okay. Strip your saree.

The shock of his words travelled through the room. Confusion ran across Mom’s face.

Mom: What?

Rajiv: You heard me. Remove your saree.

Mom: That’s not what I meant by anything.

Rajiv: Madam, I know the state of your family and your debts. I’m not forcing you. If you wish, you can leave and meet your son in the lobby. However, he will lose his job if you do so.

Mom stood there like a statue. I could not comprehend what was happening in front of my eyes. I wanted to come out of the closet and punch Rajiv in the face, but whatever he said was true. If I lost my job, my family would be done for good. Rajiv spoke again.

Rajiv: Look, madam. I don’t have that long. You have two minutes. Either you start doing as I say, or you leave the room. It’s your choice.

Mom stood there in silence for a moment. Then her hands suddenly moved towards the safety pin on her shoulder, which bound her pallu with her blouse. I knew that she had made a decision. Rajiv’s face gave a sly smile as he realized this.

She slowly pulled her pallu down and removed her saree. She was now standing in front of him in her yellow blouse and orange petticoat. Rajiv gestured towards her blouse and she slowly started opening the buttons, her eyes wet in shame. The last button opened.

I could see a glimpse of her red bra. She removed the blouse and dropped it on the floor with her saree. I could see Rajiv gazing at her boobs with lust in her eyes. He then gestured towards her petticoat. Within seconds, my mom was standing in front of him in a red bra and panty set.

I had never seen my mom like this. But now, as she was standing there, I could see how beautiful she was. Her 34C boobs were a bit saggy, weighing on her bra. Her cleavage exposed the soft flesh underneath. She did have a little belly fat, but it did not ruin her overall figure.

Her ass was average-sized, but it ran smoothly to her thighs. The panty slid through her ass crack, and the red colour perfectly contrasted her fair complexion. I felt my dick getting hard watching her exposed like this, that too in front of a stranger.

Rajiv: Oh, you’re a beauty. Just as I assumed, get on your knees and sit straight.

Mom got on her knees and sat with her back straight and chest out. Rajiv got up from his chair, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray. He pulled at the knot of his robe and removed it completely. Rajiv was a 6’4″ man with a plump belly. He was almost a foot taller than Mom.

As he stood there completely naked, I noticed that he was surprisingly hairy. He had not shaved, and his 8-inch dick hung there along with his hairy balls. I saw a kind of terror on mom’s face, and it made my dick even harder. He moved towards mom and put his dick on her face. His balls were on Mom’s lips.

Rajiv: Open your mouth and suck my balls.

Mom did as he said. She started sucking his dirty balls, one at a time. I could see that she was struggling, maybe due to the smell of his dick, but she didn’t say anything. After a few minutes, he moved back, letting Mom breathe for a while.

She was panting from the intense sucking session, but the nightmare had just started. Rajiv told her to bind her hair in a ponytail, and Mom started gathering her hair, which was all over the place. Rajiv lit another cigarette and looked at her.

When she was done, Rajiv took a puff of the cigarette and asked her to open her mouth. She obeyed and opened her mouth wide open. He came close and spit in her mouth.

Rajiv: Saali rand (Fucking whore).

Tears flowed down Mom’s cheek in shame, but she couldn’t say anything. He then spit on his cock and asked her to suck it. Mom took his dick in her hands and started licking it. She sucked his cock clean for a few more minutes. Rajiv put out his cigarette and held her ponytail with one hand.

He started thrusting his dick deep into her mouth. I could see she was choking on his huge size. Saliva from her mouth dripped on the floor as he pulled his dick out, and she started coughing from all the throat fuck. Rajiv pulled her up by the ponytail and made her stand.

He pulled her towards the table and made her bend on it. She was standing with her hands on the table and her ass towards Rajiv. He unhooked her bra, and her boobs got out. It was an amazing sight watching her melons hanging in the air. Her light brown nipples were hard and erect.

He then spanked her ass, and both cheeks and soft moans left her mouth. He pulled down her panties, and her pussy revealed itself. There was a bit of hair on her pussy. Rajiv put his dick on the entrance and held her shoulder with both hands.

With a swift push, his dick completely went inside her pussy, and she let out a cry. He gradually picked up speed and started pounding her hard. She was moaning and screaming for him to go slow. Rajiv spanked her ass in between strokes, making her moan even louder.

This went on for a few minutes until they were both covered in sweat, and her ass was red from the spanking. He pulled out, his breath short from the session and told her to get on her knees again. She got on her knees, sweat dripping from her nipples and face.

He ordered her to open her mouth and put his dick in her mouth. He then came into her mouth and told her to swallow it all. She reluctantly did, and some parts dripped from the side of her lips. Rajiv sat on the chair again and gestured for her to clean his dick.

She licked his whole dick clean for a few minutes. I felt a bit of cum leaking from my dick as I saw my mom sitting on the floor, her mascara messed up from the crying and sweat covering her red ass. Rajiv lit a cigarette and looked at her.

Rajiv: Madam, now you can get dressed and meet your son.

Mom got up and wiped her tears. She looked at him.

Mom: I have completed my end of the deal. Now, you must not fire Rahul.

Rajiv: Of course. Rahul will have his job. You can tell him that.

A stream of happiness floated on Mom’s face, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Mom put on her saree and moved towards the room door when Rajiv called her again.

Rajiv: Madam! However, there is still an issue.

Mom looked back, confused, and I was surprised as well.

Rajiv: Rahul can keep his job, but 5 lakhs are still missing from my account, and someone has to pay for it.

Mom: But Rahul has nothing to do with that. He’s innocent.

Rajiv: Well, Rahul is our chief accountant, so he is responsible for it even if he’s innocent.

Mom was angry now. She started shouting and calling him names.

Rajiv: Calm down, madam. Shouting won’t be good for someone in your situation. We had this meeting to save Rahul’s job. The next one will be for the money. I’ll let you know.

He smiled and gestured for her to go.

Please read the next parts to know how Rajiv got his payback.

Shruti clutched Abhishek’s hand as they entered the lavish hotel lobby, her heart pounding. Everything here was strange and unfamiliar, from the exotic potted plants to the ornate golden decor.

Shruti and Abhishek were recently married in full Indian tradition and they came to Thailand to start their life and create some memories for a lifetime.

She glanced around nervously, noticing several other honeymooning couples. The women were dressed in slinky cocktail dresses and stiletto heels, boldly meeting the gazes of men who were not their husbands. Shruti instinctively drew closer to Abhishek, suddenly self-conscious of her modest sari. She had packed more modern clothes, but her traditional upbringing made her feel most comfortable in the clothes she knew.

Abhishek gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Relax, my darling. You are the most beautiful woman here.” His lips brushed her ear, his breath hot. “And soon, you’ll be the most thoroughly fucked.”

She blushed crimson, a rush of arousal and embarrassment flooding her. Abhishek had always been charmingly crude when they were alone, but never so publicly. She glanced around again, mortified that someone might have overheard. Yet part of her thrilled at his words, imagining what was to come in their wedding suite. She thought of her husband’s thick cock claiming her virgin cunt, and her nipples stiffened.

Abhishek chuckled, eyeing her erect nipples straining against the thin fabric of her sari. “So eager, my little bride. The night is still young, and I plan to make you come until you pass out from sheer pleasure.”

Shruti squirmed, her panties growing damp. She didn’t know this crude, lustful side of her new husband, but she found she liked it. Her shy smile widened into one of anticipation.

Thailand was turning out to be full of surprises already.

Abhishek led her across the lobby to the elevators and up to the top floor, where their lavish suite awaited.

When he unlocked the door and ushered her inside, Shruti gasped. The spacious room was bathed in the soft glow of candles, and red rose petals were scattered across every surface. A large bed dominated the center of the room, draped in silk sheets.

Abhishek came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Do you like it?” His lips brushed the sensitive spot under her ear.

“It’s lovely,” she breathed, leaning back into his embrace.

“Not as lovely as you, my darling.” His hands slid up to cup her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her sari.

Shruti moaned, arching into his touch. She felt his erection pressing into the small of her back and rubbed against him wantonly, craving the pleasure only he could give her.

Abhishek groaned, thrusting against her. “So eager for your husband’s cock, aren’t you?” His fingers slid under the edge of her sari, inching up the inside of her thigh. “I can feel how wet you are already, my naughty little bride.”

His fingers brushed the edge of her panties, and Shruti whimpered in need. She had never felt so wanton, but she needed Abhishek inside her more than she needed her next breath.

“Please,” she begged softly, turning in his arms to face him. She trailed one hand down between them and rubbed his straining erection through his slacks. “I need you.”

Abhishek’s eyes darkened with lust. “Your wish is my command, my dear.”

He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss as his hands slid under her sari, stripping her bare at last. Shruti trembled in anticipation, her heart pounding as Abhishek led her to the bed and laid her down upon the rose petals.

Tonight, she would no longer be a virgin bride.

Abhishek gazed down at his new wife’s naked body, laid out before him like an offering. She was more beautiful than he could have imagined, her olive skin glowing in the dim light and her pert breasts rising and falling with each hurried breath.

He stripped off his own clothes, freeing his aching cock, and climbed onto the bed to join her. Shruti’s eyes widened at the sight of his erection, a mix of nerves and desire flickering across her face.

Abhishek stroked her cheek tenderly. “Do not be afraid, my love. I will be gentle.”

He kissed her again, slowly and thoroughly, his hands roaming across her body to relax her. Shruti melted into his embrace, her fears easing under his patient touch.

When he felt her body soften in surrender, Abhishek slid one hand between her thighs. Shruti gasped as he brushed through her wet folds, circling the entrance of her sex.

“So wet and ready for me,” he purred, slipping a finger inside her tight channel. Shruti whimpered at the intrusion, the sensation both strange and pleasurable.

Abhishek pumped his finger in and out at a languid pace, adding a second digit once she had adjusted. He curled them upwards, searching for the sensitive spot within her, and was rewarded by Shruti’s moan.

“There, isn’t that nice?” He massaged her inner walls, stretching her open. Shruti could only nod, lost in the waves of delight radiating from between her legs.

“My sweet bride, now you are ready to become a woman.” Abhishek positioned himself over her, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. “This may hurt at first, but the pain will fade. I promise to bring you pleasure like you have never known.”

Shruti gazed up at him, her eyes glassy with need. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her hips in invitation.

“Make me yours,” she whispered.

Abhishek smiled and pushed inside.

Shruti gasped as Abhishek’s cock breached her virgin entrance, a sharp stab of pain piercing through the haze of arousal. She dug her fingernails into his back, tears springing to her eyes.

Abhishek stilled, murmuring soothing words into her ear. “The pain will pass, my love. Just relax and breathe.”

He waited patiently as Shruti took deep, calming breaths, the discomfort slowly fading into a dull ache. She gave a tentative roll of her hips, experimentally clenching around his shaft. A spike of pleasure wiped away the remnants of pain, replacing it with a growing heat that pooled in her lower belly.

“Move,” she whispered, nibbling at his ear. “Please, I need more.”

Abhishek began to rock his hips, sliding in and out of her slick channel with shallow thrusts. Shruti moaned, lifting to meet each stroke, the friction setting every nerve ending ablaze.

“You feel so perfect around me,” Abhishek groaned. “So tight and wet. My perfect little wife.”

He quickened his pace, angling to rub against the sweet spot within her. Shruti cried out as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her inner walls clenching in release. The rhythmic squeezing of her sex tipped Abhishek over the edge, spilling his seed in hot spurts.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, hearts pounding as they came down from their high. Shruti nuzzled into the crook of Abhishek’s neck, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“Thank you for being so gentle with me,” she whispered.

Abhishek tilted her chin up, gazing into her eyes. “You are my precious bride. I will always treat you with care and bring you pleasure.”

He sealed his promise with a deep, tender kiss.

Shruti sighed contently, nestling closer to her husband’s warmth. She had been afraid her first time would be painful and unpleasant, but Abhishek had proven her worries unfounded. He had taken his time preparing her, ensuring she was aroused and ready before entering her. The initial discomfort had quickly faded, replaced by sensations she had never imagined.

“Did I hurt you?” Abhishek asked, caressing her arm.

Shruti shook her head. “Not at all. You made it feel so good. I never knew it could be like this between us.”

“It will only get better with practice,” he said with a wink. “We have our whole honeymoon ahead of us to explore each other’s bodies.”

A blush stained Shruti’s cheeks at the thought. “I think you will corrupt me, husband.”

“In the most delicious way.” Abhishek kissed the tip of her nose. “But only if you wish it, my love. We will go as slow or fast as you want. Your pleasure is my only concern.”

Shruti smiled, her heart swelling with affection for the man who had so tenderly claimed her virginity. She knew their honeymoon would be filled with passion and adventure, but also love and trust. With Abhishek by her side, she was ready to experience all life and intimacy had to offer as husband and wife.

“I trust you to guide me,” she said. “Tonight, you have shown me what bliss we can find in each other. I want to explore and discover more.”

“Then explore we shall,” Abhishek promised. “Every inch of your delectable body will be mapped by my hands and mouth before we leave this place.”

Shruti shivered in delight, sealing her consent with a searing kiss. The night was still young, and her innocent curiosity was awakening into an insatiable hunger only her beloved husband could satisfy. Their story was just beginning.

The next morning, Abhishek traced lazy circles on his wife’s bare back as she dozed in his arms.

“Last night was incredible, my love,” he murmured. “But Bangkok has many more pleasures to offer. Would you like to explore the infamous nightlife with me?”

Shruti blinked awake, memories of their passionate lovemaking flooding her mind. A blush stained her cheeks as she recalled crying out in ecstasy beneath Abhishek’s skillful touch.

“The nightlife?” she asked hesitantly. “What do you have in mind?”

“Just some dancing, drinks and general revelry,” Abhishek said airily. “Bangkok comes alive at night, with vibrant night markets, clubs pumping loud music, and streets filled with countless bars and massage parlors. We could go bar hopping, maybe catch a show. The possibilities for adventure are endless.”

A mix of excitement and nervousness curled in Shruti’s belly. Last night had awakened a hunger in her she never knew existed, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to be so bold in public. Still, the thought of exploring the exotic nightlife with her beloved husband by her side was thrilling.

“Will you be with me every step of the way?” she asked softly.

“Always,” Abhishek promised, kissing her forehead. “We will go as slow or fast as you like, my love. Your comfort and pleasure are my only concerns.”

Reassured, Shruti smiled up at him. “Then show me the wonders of Bangkok at night, husband. I place myself in your care.”

Abhishek’s eyes darkened with lust and possession. “Then get ready to experience sensations you’ve only dreamed of, my sweet wife. Tonight, Bangkok will be our playground.”

Shruti shivered, her heart pounding with equal parts fear and excitement. The night ahead was filled with mystery and temptation, but she knew she was safe in her husband’s devoted hands. Wherever he led, she would follow. Their adventure was just beginning.

Ye ghatna kayi saal pehle shuru hui. Tab main college jata tha, aur mummy jaldi 4 baje hi naha leti thi. Mera kamra bathroom se attached tha, aur ek parda pada tha.

Jab mummy naha kar aati to parde ke peeche kapde change karti thi. Ek din main college jaane ke liye 3:50 par hi uth gaya. Baahar dekha ho baarish ki bauchaar ho rahi thi. Tabhi maine dekha mummy naha kar aayi aur meri kismat se parda naam matra ka pada tha. Mummy mujhe nahi dekh payi, lekin maine mummy ko dekh liya tha.

Wo towel lapeti thi. Ab usne towel nikaal diya, aur shareer ponchne lagi. Ab wo kewal panty mein thi. Uske boobs bade-bade pornstar ki tarah soft the. Ab usne panty bhi utaar di. Wow kya scene tha wo. Mummy ki chut par ghane baal the, lekin chut gulabi thi.

Maine pehli baar kisi lady ko, wo bhi apni maa ko nanga dekha tha. Main baarish ke sath-sath mummy ke husn ki baarish ke maze le raha tha. Ab mujhse raha nahi gaya, to main apna bathroom jaa kar nikaal aaya.

Maine use chodne ki sochi, lekin kuch bhi nahi hua. Mere bathroom mein jaali lagi thi chhoti si, jisme se baahar se andar dikhta tha. Par andar se baahar nahi. Main roz nahate time mummy ko nanga dekhta, aur sochta ki main mummy ko chod raha hu, aur doodh daba kar choos raha hu.

Mummy ko chodne ka mera sapna tha. Main ek raat ko mummy ke sath soya, aur chodne ki koshish ki. Par mummy ko pata chal gaya, aur main darr gaya. Fir kabhi maine aisa nahi kiya. Padhayi ke baad meri shaadi ho gayi. Fir maine apni biwi ko khoob choda.

5 saal baad sab feeka sa hone laga. Mujhe usse maza nahi aata tha. Uska bhi kaaran tha. Biwi school mein padhati thi, aur uske school mein mere school time ki ek principal thi, jise main bahut pasand karta tha. Wo mummy se bhi zyada sundar thi. Par mujhe mummy zyada pasand thi. Lekin wo super sexy teacher thi. Uski umar 52 ki hogi.

Biwi ke school mein aur bhi sexy teachers thi, aur mujhe ek teacher jiski umar 55 saal thi, bahut pasand thi. Wo sexy aur sundar thi. Mujhe pata laga school mein ek project karna tha, aur uski head wo teacher jiska naam Julie tha, wo thi. Wo sexy kisi ko project ke liye dhoondh rahi thi. Julie mere time ki principal jinka naam Annu tha, unki har baat maanti thi.

Meri kahani set ho gayi aur maine project le liya. Project jaldi karna tha to main Julie mam ke ghar jata, to raat ko kabhi 2, to kabhi 4 baj jaate. Fir main wahi so jata. Wo bhi mere saat kaam karte-karte so jati.

Ek raat laptop par kaam karte-karte 2 baje ke baad hum dono ki aankh lag gayi, aur dono ek-doosre se chipak kar so gaye. Jab subha uthe to dekha mera hath uske blouse aur bra ke andar tha. Wo hath nikaal kar smile di, aur nahane chali gayi. Ghar par koi nahi tha, aur darwaza khula tha.

Main peshaab ke bahane se andar gaya. Wo poori nangi thi, aur naha rahi thi.

Fir maine kaha: Peshaab aayi thi zor ki.

Usne kaha: Aap knock kar sakte the.

Maine sorry bola, but mera muh khula tha.

Maine bola: Wow.

To wo boli: Kya wow? Aap bahut gande hai. Aap jaan kar aaye hai yaha.

Maine turant apni baniyan utari, fir chaddi utari, aur nangi 55 saal ki sundar kamsin teacher Julie ko baahon mein bhar liya. Fir main uske hontho par apne honth rakh kar choosne laga, aur kass-kass kar boobs dabane laga. Wo mana kar rahi thi, par main nahi maana. Maine apna lund uske hath mein diya, to wo hilane lagi, aur fir choosne lagi.

Ab wo keh rahi thi: Ab aap mujhe chod do, nahi raha jaa raha.

Fir maine uski chut chaati aur palang par le gaya, aur uske dudh peene laga. Maine daba-daba kar Julie ke doodh piye, aur lip par bhi kiss kiya. Fir lips ko choosa. Fir maine apna lund Julie ki chut par set kiya, aur pehle dhakke mein aadha andar gaya.

Wo dard ke maare ahh ahh uff karne lag gayi. Kaafi time baad chud rahi thi wo. Fir maine kiss karte hue apna poora lund andar daal diya. Wo kayi baar paani chhodh chuki thi. Ab maine bhi apna paani Julie ki chut mein chhodh diya.

Iske baad uski gaand maari maine, aur use 5 baar choda.

Ab jab 15 din tak project poora nahi ho gaya, aur 12 baje ke baad jab Julie ke pati aur beta so jaate, tab hum roz raat sex karte. Hum khoob maze karte. Julie mujhse chud kar satisfied thi. Project poora hone ke baad ek din uska call aaya aur boli-

Julie: Main tumse pregnant hu.

Meri khushi ka thikana nahi tha.

Wo boli: Badnaami hogi, to main bachha gira deti hu.

Maine kaha: Tum pati ko talaak dedo aur mujhse shaadi kar lo.

Wo boli: Mujhe time chahiya, but tumari biwi?

Main bola: Use talaak de doonga.

Wo ok boli.

Maine usse kaha: Julie main na Annu mam ko bhi chodna chaahta hu. Tum setting karwa do na please.

Wo boli: Aisa kaise ho sakta hai?

Main bola: Wo mere bachpan ka crush hai. Wo meri principal thi, aur main Annu ko tab se chodna chaahta tha.

To wo hasne lagi aur maan gayi.

Julie ne Annu ko bola: Mam ek baar kisi gair se chudwa kar dekho. Wo bhi student ya teacher se, bada maza aata hai.

Usne kaha: Nahi Julie, ye nahi ho sakta. Main pati-vrata hu.

Julie boli: Wo to main bhi thi, but Raj ne jab se mujhe choda hai, tab se nahi rahi. Wo aapka purana student hai, aur aapka purana aashiq bhi. Aur main uske bachhe ki maa banne wali hu.

Annu ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Wo ab taiyaar thi. Jab Annu ke pati aur bete baahar gaye, tab Julie ne mujhe uske ghar par raat mein bhej diya.

Main Annu ke ghar pahuncha aur wo ek sexy si dress mein thi. Usko dekh kar raha nahi gaya. Main turant uske hontho par apne honth rakh kar choosne laga, to Julie hasne lagi.

Julie ne kaha: Kaisa laga Annu?

Annu ne kaha: Super.

Main fir Annu ko kamre mein le gaya, aur uski dress se uske khule hue boobs ko daba-daba kar choosne laga. Yaar kya doodh the, bade aur mulayam.

Usne bhi mere sab kapde utaar diye. Ab hum dono poore nange the. Usne mere lund ko pehle kiss kiya, fir lund ka topa choosa, fir poore lund ko chaatne lagi. Lund uski thook se geela tha.

Maine bhi fir uski chut chaatni chaalu ki. Uski chut bilkul chikni thi bina baal ki. Aadhe ghante tak chaata, fir palang par lita kar lund chut mein daal diya. Wo siskiyan le rahi thi. Maine jee bhar kar Annu mam ko choda, aur sath hi usko lip kiss bhi karta jaa raha tha. To kabhi doodh daba-daba kar peeta.

Poori raat mera aur Annu ka sex chala. Annu mujhse santusht thi. Maine usko raat bhar kayi baar kareeb 6 baar choda. Kuch din baad wo bhi pregnent ho gayi. Wo bhi pati ko talaak de kar mujhse shaadi karna chaahti thi. Main maan gaya, but maine Annu aur Julie ke saamne shart rakh di.

Maine kaha: Main tum dono se shaadi kar loonga. Lekin main apni mummy ko bahut pyaar karta hu. Aur usse bhi shaadi karna aur chodna chaahta hu. Wo sabse badi dulhan hogi, aur tum dono chhoti. But mujhe darr lagta hai usse kehne mein, aur wo apne pati ko bhi talaak de ya na de, ye bhi.

To Annu ne kaha: Tum tension na lo, kaam ho jayega.

Ek din Julie hamare ghar aayi aur mummy ko sab kuch bataya. To mummy mana karne lagi, ki main apne hi bete se kaise kar sakti hu?

Julie boli: Bete se to aur zyada maza aata hai. Usne mujhe bhi pregnant kar diya aur Annu mam ko bhi.

Par mummy nahi maani. Fir maine unhe Annu mam ke ghar chutti ke din invite kiya. Mummy pahunch gayi. Fir Annu mam mein mummy ko samjhaya, aur bataya-

Annu mam:  Aap uska pehla pyaar ho. Aap pati ko talaak de kar khoob maze lena. Ab kya hai zindagi mein. Wo aapko hamesha khush rakhega.

But mummy nahi maani. Tab Annu mam ne unko apni aur mere sex ki photo dikhayi ki kaise Annu aur Julie se maine sex kiya. Ab Mummy ke andar aag bhadak chuki thi. Usne paani piya aur bathroom poocha, aur jaa kar hast maithun karne lagi. Dono mam chupke se dekh rahi thi. Wo samajh gayi thi, ki kaam ho gaya tha. Fir mummy aayi aur kaha ki main taiyaar hu.

Unhone kaha: Ghar mein pati 5 din ke liye baahar jaa rahe hai. Lekin bahu?

To Julie ne usi time par meri biwi ke liye plan bana kar baahar bhej diya. Meri aur mummy ki shaadi Annu ke ghar par decide hui. Shaadi se lekar sex suhagraat tak ke liye video aur photography book hui. Maa dulhan ban kar aayi aur main dulha. Fir pandit ji ne saato vachan kahe, fere hue, aur varmala hui.

Mummy ne saje hue kamre mein jaha light kam thi waha par sab kapde utaar kar, kamre ke saamne hi nangi ho kar suhagraat ke liye layi hui full transparent nighty pehan li. Usme se sab kuch dikh raha tha. Photographer ka lund bhi uske nange badan aur sexy figure ko dekh kar khada ho gaya tha.

Usne mummy ki dress sahi karne ke bahane se dudh daba diya, aur ulta hone ko kaha. Isse mummy ki chut pardarshi dress mein se saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne use bhi choo liya. Fir akele mein 15 minute tak, aur fir dress utaar kar full nude shoot kiya.

Ab main andar gaya to wo dress pehanne lagi. Light bahut halki thi. Mere saamne mera sapna sach hone wala tha. Jaise hi maine mummy ke hontho par honth rakhe, poore shareer mein current daud gaya. Wow kya taste tha hontho ka. Maine uski dress nikaal di, aur dono boobs dabane laga. Fir unko baahon mein bhar liya, aur 20 minute tak choosta raha. Mummy ka figure aur dudh pornstar ki tarah bade aur sudaul the.

Fir mummy ko palang par lita diya, aur boobs daba kar peene laga. Ek dudh peeta aur doosra dabata, kabhi doosra peeta aur ek dudh dabata. Aapne kabhi dekha hai ‘Diya aur baati’ ki actress Dipika ko? Uske bhi boobs bade hai. Usi ki tarah meri mummy ke boobs bade-bade the. Lag raha tha ki main Dipika singh ke doodh pee raha tha.

Aadhe ghante aisa hi chalta raha. Fir mera mann machal gaya, aur fir mummy ke hontho ka rass-paan karne laga. Mummy ko choomne ka alag hi maza aur taste tha, jo kisi mein nahi tha.

Ab main mummy ki chut par aaya, aur chaatne laga. Uski chut par ghane baal the, par chut andar se chikni thi. Bahut hi acha taste tha aur madak gaand thi. Maine 1 ghanta chut chaati. Fir mummy ne mera lund hath mein liya, aur choosne aur chaatne lagi. 15 minute chaatne ke baad maine mummy ke muh mein hi gira diya, aur wo pee gayi.

Fir wo saaf kiya to maine fir mummy ko 20 minute tak kiss kiya. Ab wo pal aa chuka tha, jab main apni mummy ko chodne wala tha. Maine mummy ko I love you bola. Unhone bhi mujhe I love you bola. Maine fir unse chodne ki permission maangi to wo boli-

Mummy: Iski zaroorat nahi hai, ab aap mere pati ho.

Maine turant hi apne khade lund ko mummy ki chut, jo kayi saalon baad chudne wali thi, usme daal diya. Thoda sa jaate hi usko dard hone laga. Maine fir zor ke jhatke se lund poora apni mummy ki chut mein daal diya. Wo dard ke maare tadap gayi. Fir main pyaar se dheeme-dheeme chodne laga.

Mummy ka kayi baar paani nikal chuka tha mere lund par. Par main 1 ghante tak mummy ko chodta raha. Apni mummy ko chodne mein alag hi maza hai. Ab mera bhi paani nikal gaya mummy ki chut mein.

Mummy ne choos kar mera lund firse khada kar diya, aur ab mummy mere upar aa kar chudi.

Hamne poori raat suhagraat manayi aur maine kareeb mummy ko 10 baar chod-chod kar mummy ki chut ko apne paani se bhar diya. Kareeb 4 baar maine mummy ki gaand maari. Ab hamari suhagraat poori ho chuki thi. Fir kuch din baad mummy ne khuskhabri di, ki wo pregnant thi aur mere bachhe ki maa banne wali thi.

Julie, Annu aur meri mummy ne apne patiyon ko talaak de diya. Fir Julie ne bhi mere se shaadi kar li aur hamari bhi suhagraat hui. Uske baad Annu ki bhi mujhse shaadi hui, aur maine suhagraat par Annu ko jam kar choda.

Teeno ke ek-ek maheena chhodh kar bachhe hue. Pehle Julie ke, doosra Annu ka, teesra mummy ka. Mummy ki umar 58, Julie ki 55, aur annu ki 52 hai. Main mummy ko 5 din, Julie ko 1 din, aur Annu ko 1 din hafte mein chodta hu. Kyunki mummy meri dream girl hai. Lekin mummy ko pyaar se chodta hu, aur Julie aur Annu ko kass-kass kar chodta hu. Kaisi lagi story?

Please read the previous part for context.

Mom left the room, and Rajiv went into the bathroom. As soon as I heard the shower go on, I got out of the closet and slowly went out of the room. I sat on the stairs for a while, thinking about what just happened. I could feel pre-cum dripping from my dick.

I took deep breaths until my phone rang. It was Mom.

Mom: Where are you?

Rahul: I was in the cafeteria, Mom. I’ll be there in a moment. Do you want something to eat?

Mom: No.

I went back, and she was sitting on the sofa beside the reception desk. Now that I was close, I could see her face clearly. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying. I could see the faded stains of mascara she wiped, probably in the common washroom.

Her lipstick was gone, and her ponytail was a mess. I did not stare for too long. I could get suspicious.

Rahul: So what did he say?

Mom: He said you can keep your job.

I already knew about it, but I acted surprised and hugged her. She smiled after a long time. I backed up the car, and we went home.

I started going to the office but I could not get my mind off the last thing Rajiv said, “The next one would be for money.”

Two weeks went by. Anuj came to me on a Friday evening as I was packing to leave.

Anuj: Rajiv ji is in town today. He wants to have dinner with you.

I was surprised, so I just nodded.

Anuj: He will come around your house by 8.

Rahul: He will be coming to my home.

Anuj: You have a problem with that?

Rahul: No, sir. Absolutely not.

It was done. I thought as I started my car. He was coming by my house this time. I knew what Rajiv had in mind. I could say no, but that would mean angering him. I can lose my job. Also, the money. As he said, innocent or not, I owed him the money now.

I had no other option. I reached home and told Mom that Rajiv would be stopping by for dinner. She was shocked but didn’t say anything. She went on to cook something good for him. Rajiv stopped by around 9, and we had dinner. We had some talk over whiskey afterwards.

I was confused as to how his personality had completely changed from the last time I met him. He seemed more humble this time. It was around 11 that he got up and asked if he could spend the night. I instantly knew what was going on. He was passing the time so that it could get late and he could stay.

I couldn’t say no. It was a 3-BHK. There was a corridor at one end of the hall. My room and guest bedroom were on the opposite side of the corridor and Mom’s room was at the end of it. We all went to sleep but I couldn’t sleep thinking about all this.

One hour later, I heard the sound of a door opening. I knew it was Rajiv. I had to see it. I was excited for it. This was a new feeling in this type of situation. There was a balcony in Mom’s room. My window opened onto that. My Mom kept flowers and vases on that.

I jumped from my window slowly onto the balcony. Mom was watching something on the TV with her hair open. She was wearing a black t-shirt and grey pyjamas. Rajiv knocked on the door, and she was startled. She paused the TV and got up to open the door.

Rajiv was standing there. He had kept the suit back in his room and was now in his blue shirt and pants. The shirt was tight on his belly and untucked from his pants.

Mom: What are you doing here?

Rajiv: Madam, it’s time these questions should get old. I think you know what I’m doing here.

He let himself in and sat on the bed. Mom reluctantly closed the door and stood there looking at her legs. Rajiv pulled out a box from his pocket and lit a cigarette. Mom wanted to say something but stayed quiet. He got up and went to the dressing table that was on the right side of the room.

He threw off the ash in the dustbin and took the support of the table. The balcony door was on the opposite side of the room from the table.

Rajiv: After last time, I think my dick has gotten addicted to you.

He rubbed his dick over his pants. Mom’s face turned red from all the talk.

Mom: I think you should leave now. I don’t like this.

Rajiv: It doesn’t matter what you like. You’re my randi. I like you naked and kneeling. That’s all that matters.

I was shocked but also excited this time around. He was again straightforward. Mom looked up, and she begged with her eyes. It was of no use in front of Rajiv.

Rajiv: You know the rule, madam. You have two minutes before I walk out, and hell falls on your family.

He almost laughed while saying this. He was looking down on us. It was all a game to him for passing time while he was in town. Mom stood there for a moment, contemplating in her mind what to do.

Rajiv: You have one minute before I finish my cigarette and leave. Strip in your lingerie and kneel in the middle of this room.

Suddenly, there was a movement in the room. Mom went to the side table and pulled out a hairband. She moved to the centre of the room, and I knew what was coming. She tied her hair in a ponytail, and Rajiv smirked.

Rajiv: Good girl. You remember, don’t you?

She pulled out her t-shirt when Rajiv interrupted her and pulled out his phone. He opened the camera, and a flash shone out from his phone. Mom covered her eyes and her face.

Mom: What are you doing?

Rajiv: Don’t worry. I’m just taking pictures for memory’s sake.

Mom: Please don’t take pictures. I won’t allow this.

Anger flashed onto Rajiv’s face.

Rajiv: You are forgetting who you are. You are my slut. You don’t allow things. I do.

Mom: But…

Rajiv: You continue what you were doing or else I leave.

She had no other option. She pulled the t-shirt once again, and it came out smoothly. Her bare tits hung out in the open.

Rajiv: Wow. You really are a dirty slut. I’m surprised that you’re not wearing a bra.

She was standing topless in the middle of her bedroom with her hands cupping her tits.

Rajiv: Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs.

She did as he told her. Her saggy tits hung out in the open. The camera flashed a few times. I could see her breath go up and down. She was sobbing from the embarrassment, but Rajiv was just getting started.

Rajiv: Now, the bottoms. Get them off.

She pulled her pyjamas down, and a green-coloured panty was revealed. The contrast of her white thighs was perfect against them. My dick got hard, and I looked at Rajiv, his eyes filled with lust. The camera flashed a few more times, and Rajiv put his phone down.

He then threw his cigarette in the corner and gestured towards her panty. She stripped down the panty and kneeled right there. Her bare ass was completely visible, and I started rubbing my dick. Rajiv got up and moved towards her. He stood just above her, his zip touching her lips.

He took her by the ponytail and further pushed her face into his pants, grinding his dick on her lips.

Rajiv: Are you feeling how hard you make me?

He left her hair and pulled her hands to his belt. Mom knew the task at hand. She removed his belt and opened his button, sliding his pants down to his knees. She slid his underwear down, and his dick popped out, hard and erect.

Rajiv: Don’t just stare at it. It’s yours to clean, after all.

Mom took his dick in her hands and started rubbing it slowly. She increased the pace and licked the tip with her tongue. In the span of a few moments, she was sucking his dick like a pro. Licking all over and sucking his balls.

Rajiv was enjoying every second of it, touching her boobs in between the licks and the slurps. This went on for a few minutes, and then she backed off, wiping the saliva off her lips. Rajiv pulled her up and started kissing her like a wild animal.

His one hand was squeezing her boobs, and the other one was in her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure in between the kisses. I realised that she was too beginning to enjoy it.

Rajiv stopped kissing her and bent her on the table. He spread her legs and put his dick on the entry of her pussy. I heard a faint conversation happening between them.

Mom: Please use lubricant. I’m not wet.

Rajiv: Yeah, I don’t care.

With this, he pushed his dick inside, and Mom let out a scream. He started pounding her from the back at an increasing pace. She was trying not to moan but leaving outcries in between. He started spanking her ass in between the strokes. After 10 minutes, he pulled out and moved to the bed.

He laid on the bed on his back and started stroking his dick. Mom was on the floor beside the table, trying to catch her breath after the intense pounding. Her face was flushing red, and she was dripping wet with sweat. Little drops were trickling from her tits and erect nipples.

Rajiv: Who told you to rest, bitch. Come here right now.

Rajiv angrily ordered her. She was startled but obeyed. She got up and moved towards the bed. He ordered her to suck his dick. She started sucking his dick on all fours. Her tits were loosely hanging, and I could see sweat all over her back and ass.

Rajiv ordered her to start riding his dick, and she obeyed. She struggled with his huge dick but finally found a position, and his dick swiftly went in. She moaned in pleasure as she started riding his dick in a rhythmic motion. I could see from her expression that she was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

She placed her hands on his chest and started moving her hips on his dick faster. He was playing with her tits meanwhile, pinching her nipples and slapping them in between.

Rajiv caught hold of her hips and moved her on the bed. He got up and stood on the bed right above Mom’s face. He started stroking his dick faster, and in a moment, he came all over Mom’s face and tits. She was now covered in sweat and cum, lying on her bed all naked in front of a stranger.

He got off the bed and pulled out his phone from his pants. He came towards Mom’s head and put his dick on her face. The camera flashed, and he clicked several images. He got dressed and left.

Mom got up, trying to gather up whatever energy was left in her to make it to the washroom. She went into the washroom and closed the door.

I was still hard at the scene I had witnessed, so I decided to enter the room while she was cleaning herself and steal her panties. I got in and took the panty back to my room, where I came in them thinking of fucking her.

To be continued.

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Dimpy 12th class khatam kar li thi. Aage ki padhai ke liye apne gaon se apne bhaiya aur bhabhi ke saath rehne ke liye sehar aayi. Dimpy ko ek college mein B.Com ke liye admission mil gaya tha.

Dimpy ke bade bhai Rahul ki umar 24 thi aur uski pati Rekha ki umar 22. Rahul aur Rekha ki shaadi ko do saal ho gaya tha. Dimpy padhai likhai mein aachi thi aur aage padhai karne ki ichcha bhi thi. Isiliye uske ghar wale uski shaadi karwane ke badale usko college bhejne ke liye razi hue.

Rahul ek hotel mai waiter ka kaam karta tha aur Rekha 5 gharon mein kaamwali thi. Dono ki kamai se ghar chal jata tha. Rahul aur Dimpy ke maa-baap kisan the, jinke pass 3 acre ki zameen thi.

Agar barish achi ho toh upaj bhi aachi hoti hai aur paise bhi bohut milte hai. Par agar barish achi na ho toh kuch nahi milta. Kheti main kamayi badi hi sandigdh thi, aur issi wajah se Rahul apni shaadi ke baad apni biwi ke saath sehar aagaya. Jahan kam se kam har mahine waqt se kamayi toh hoti thi.

Rahul apni biwi ke saath ek basti mein ek alag makan mein rehta tha. Uske bagal mein ek 22 manzil ka bada apartment tha. Wahan Rekha kaam karti thi. Unka ghar kiraye ka tha aur lagbhag 250 sqft bada tha. Darwaza khulte hi ek kamra tha jiske ek kone pe ek chota sa TV tha.

Aur 3 plastic ke kursi the. Ek taraf sone ke liye do gadde rakhe the aur zameen par ek chatayi lagi thi. Pehle kamre se laga hua tha kitchen. Jisme ek almari thi kapdon ke liye aur ek taraf kitchen ka platform tha. Kitchen ke baad aata tha toilet.

Darwaze ke pass ek choti si khidki thi. Jisse pehle ka kamra dikhta tha jisme curtain ki jagah ek purana kapda laga hua tha.

Rahul subah 6 baje taiyaar hoke hotel ke liye paidal nikal jata tha jo lagbhag 2 km dur tha. Rekha subah 10:30 se 1:30 baje tak 3 ghar pe kaam khatam karke wapas apne ghar aa jati thi. Aur baki ke do ghar ke kaam woh shyam 4 se 6 ke beech karti thi.

Rahul subah se leke shyam tak kaam karta tha aur ghar lagbhag 6:30-7 baje tak aata tha. Dono ek dusare se bohut pyar karte the. Hafte mein kam se kam 5 baar Rekha ki chudai karta aur dono pati patni hafte mein 3 baar toh daru pite hi the.

Par Dimpy ke aane ke baad teen hafte ho gaye the na daru pi aur na chudai ki. Rahul aur Rekha, Dimpy ke saamne sambhal ke rahte the. Dimpy bhi 8 baje ko ghar se nikal jati thi college ke liye aur shyam 6 baje hi aati thi.

Teen hafte ki jism ki bhook ke karan dono pati patni ke oopar hawas chada hua tha. Ek raat kareeb 1 baj rahe honge aur Rahul ko apni patni ki chut chahiye thi. Teeno fan ke neeche pass-pass hi sote the.

Rahul aur uski patni Rekha gadde pe aur Rekha ke paas Dimpy chatai pe soti thi. Ek raat Rahul ko neend nahi aarahi thi aur uska land hawas ki aag mein fanfana raha tha. Usne apni pati ko halki awaaz se uthaya.

Rahul: Rekha… Rekha… utha… Rekha

Rekha: Kya hua? Sojao chup chap.

Rahul: Aare uth na, bada maan kar raha hai. Pass aaja.

Rekha: Maan kar raha hai toh muth mar ke so jao.

Rahul: Aare kitne din muth marunga, Aaj toh teri chut se hi garmi kam hogi.

Rekha: Dimpy pass mein hi hai, thodi sharam karlo.

Rahul: Aare woh so gayi hai. Aaja, jaldi jaldi kar lete hain.

Rekha: Woh uth gayi toh?

Rahul: Uth gayi toh uth gayi, woh kam se kam teen saal toh rehne wali hai, toh kya hum teen saal kuch na kare.

Rekha: Usne dekh liya toh.

Rahul: Dekh liya toh kuch naya seekh legi. Tu tarsa mat yaar aur tu kab se itni sharmane lagi.

Rekha maan gayi. Usne ek baar Dimpy ki taraf dekha aur pakka kar liya ki woh soyi hue thi. Rekha apne gadde se Rahul ke gadde pe chali gayi. Rekha ne ek nighty pehna hua tha jiske ander woh puri nangi thi. Rahul ek lungi aur baniyan mein tha aur seedha leta hua tha.

Rekha apne pati ke dahine haat pe apna sar rakhi aur apne honth uske honton pe rakh ke chumne lagi. Rekha ne apne haath se Rahul ki lungi uske kamar tak uthai aur uske lund ko apni muthi mein le liya.

Rekha: Tera toh ek dum kadak hai.

Rahul: Isiliye toh tujhe uthaya. Kitne dino ke baad haath laga hai tera.

Rekha dheere dheere uske lund ko aage peeche karne lagi. Dono apni hi hawas ki duniya mein khone lage the. Unke jeeb ek dusre ke muh ke andhar the. Lund hilate waqt Rekha ki chudiya awaaz kar rahi thi. Iski wajah se Dimpy ki neend khul gayi.

Usne halke se apni aankh khola aur jo nazara usne dekha woh ek dum kamal ka tha. Woh bachi toh thi nahi ki usko pata na chal ki kya ho raha. Woh shant thi aur adhe khul aankhon se apne bhaiya aur bhabhi ko dekh rahi thi.

Rekha: Jaldi se karle. Oopar aaja mere.

Rahul ne uski nighty uske kamar tak uthai aur apna kadak 8” lamba aur mota lund uski chut pe tikaya.

Rekha: Rukh, thook mal deti hun.

Rekha ne apne haath pe 2-3 baar thooka aur fir Rahul ke lund pe apna thook lagane lagi. Rahul se saha nahi gaya aur usne kuch hi der ke baad apna lund Rekha ki garam chut mein daal diya aur Rahul ne zor zor ke dhakke marne shuru kiye. Rekha ke muh se siskiyan nikalne lagi.

Rekha: Aaram se kar madarchod, kahin bhagi ne jarahi.

Rahul: Theek hai, tu bhi awaaz kam kar, warna Dimpy utha jayegi.

Rekha: Bhosadike tu aaram se pelega toh main awaaz kyun karungi.

Rahul ne apne dhakkon ki raftar kam ki aur aaram aaram se apni biwi ki chut chodne laga. Dimpy sab sun rahi thi par usko kamre ki halki se roshni mein zayada kuch dikh nahi raha tha.

Dimpy ko sirf uski bhabhi ki jang dikh rahi thi. Rahul ne apni lungi pehni hue thi jis ke wajah se usko lund ka chut ke andar bahar hona dikh nahi raha tha.

Rahul: Saali randi, teri chut puri geeli hai. Chudai toh tujhe bhi chahiye thi, fir itne nakhare kyun kar rahi.

Rekha: Gandu jitna mardon ko chahiye hota hai utna hi aurat ko bhi chahiye hota hai. Teri behen hai karke, nahi bol rahi thi. Kam bol aur chudai mein dhayan de bhadwe.

Rahul ne apne hont fir se uske honthon ke saath milaya aur chudai karta gaya. Beech beech mein Rahul ne uske bade mammon ko nighty ke upar se hi dabaye.

Kareeb 15-minute ki chudai ke baad Rekha ka pani nikal gaya aur usne badi mushkil se apni siskiyan daba ke rakhi. Rahul ne ek-do minute ki aur chudai ke baad apna pani nikalne wala tha.

Rekha: madarchod, ander maal mat nikalna.

Rahul ne waqt pe lund bahar nikala aur apna garam dahi uske chut ke baalon pe chod diya aur Rekha ke upar gir gaya. Bohut dino baad dono ne chudai ka charam sukh liya. Jab dono ne haaf na bandh kiya toh dono ki nazar Dimpy ki tarah gayi. Dimpy ne waqt pe aankhen band karli thi.

Rekha: Soyi hue hai. Utha ja gandu main dho ke aati hun.

Rekha aur Rahul fir se chudai chalu kar chuke the, par pehle jitna nahi. Hafte mein mushkil se 1-2 din karte the. Baad mein badh ke 3-4 baar ho gaya tha agle 4 mahino mein. Unke maan se Dimpy ke uth ne ka daar puri tarah se chala gaya tha.

Rekha jo muh bandh karke chudwati thi abhi halki halki siskiyan nikalti aur gaali bhi bak ne lagi chudai ke waqt. Rekha ne do-teen baar Dimpy ko unki chudai dekhte hue dekh liya tha. Par usne kuch nahi kaha aur chudwati rahi.

Usko maza aaraha tha iss baat ka ki koi unki chudai dekh raha hai aur woh Rahul ki behen hai. Woh khul ke galiya dene lagi chudai ke waqt. Dimpy bhi kya hi karti. Usko toh bina hile ek hi jagah pe sone ka natak karna tha.

Par woh bhi kuch kam nahi thi. Jab mauka milta jaise ki nahate waqt ya jab akeli hoti thi shyam ke samay. Woh apne chut mein ungli karke apne aap ko shant karti thi.

Dimpy ko sehar aaye 7 mahine ho gaye the. Uska pehla semester ho gaya tha aur dusara chal raha tha. Woh acche numberon se pass bhi ho gayi thi. Ek din Rekha ghar jaldi aa gayi. Woh hamesha 1:30 ko aati thi par uss din woh 11:30 ko hi aa gayi thi.

Usne dekha ki uske ghar ke bahar ek motorcycle khadi hai aur darwaze pe tala nahi tha. Jisse woh thoda ghabra gayi. Woh ghar ka darwaza khol ke andar jane hi wali thi ki usko ghar ke andar se halki si awaz aane lage.

Rekha ne samjha koi chor aaya hai. Usne pehle andar dekhne ka socha. Rekha darwaze ke bagal wali khidki se andar dekhne lagi. Kapda curtain ki tarah khidki ko dhaka hue tha.

Uski ek ched mein se Rekha ne ander ka haal dekha jisse dekh ke uske sar pe gussa chad gaya tha. Andar Dimpy chatai pe thi aur usne sirf panty pehna hua tha. Woh has rahi thi aur uske haath mein ek anjana ladke ka lund tha jo ki puri tarah se nanga tha.

Woh Dimpy ki chuchiyan muh mein leke chus raha tha. Rekha ne turant gusse mein darwaza kholne ki kosish ki. Par woh ander se bandh tha. Usne darwaze pe peetna chalu kar diya. Rekha darwaza thoke ja rahi thi.

Kareeb 3–4-minute baad Dimpy ne darwaza khola. Rekha ander gayi aur darwaza bandh kar diya. Woh gusse mein thi.

Rekha: Yahan kya kar rahi hai, college mein kyun nahi hai? Aur darwaza kholne mein itna waqt kyun laga? Yeh ladka koun hai?

Dimpy: Bhabhi woh college ki chutti hogayi, yeh mera dost hai Aman. Mujhe ghar chodne aaya tha. Hum padhai kar rahe the.

Rekha: Aacha, padhai kar rahi thi. Jhoot bolti hai saali randi.

Rekha ne Dimpy ko 3-4 baar jor ka thappad mara. Dimpy turant rone lagi.

Rekha: Tujhe padhai ke liye gaon se yahan bheja tha ki chudai ke liye. Chudai ka itna hi shok hai toh shaadi kar leti. Shaadi ke pehle lund chahiye hamari randi ko.

Aman: Bhabhi aap galat samajh rahi ho. Hum dono ke beech kuch nahi hua. Aap gussa mat kijiye.

Rekha: Madarchod, tum dono ko khidki se dekh liya maine. Baatein mat bana abhi. Humari ghar ki ladki ka muh kala karne aagaya. Dono harami apne apne kapde kholo.

Rekha bhi ek number ki tharki aurat thi, jiska dimag bada tez tha. Uska gussa tabhi chala gaya jab woh darwaze thok rahi thi. Abhi toh woh mauke ka fayada utha rahi thi.

Dimpy: Bhabhi hame maaf kar do aisa fir nahi hoga. Usko jane do.

Aman: Sorry… sorry… please mujhe jane do.

Rekha: Chudai karni hai na, kapde utharo dono.

Rekha ne Dimpy aur Aman dono ke gaal pe tamacha mara. Rekha gaon ki ladki thi aur kaamwali ka kaam karti thi, bada taqat tha usme. Uski height 5’7” ki hogi par ek dum kadak aurat thi.

Dimpy aur Aman dar ke mare turant apne kapde utharne lage. Dono apni chaddi pe khade the. Rekha ne jhat se Aman ki chaddi niche kheech di. Usne pakad ne ki kosish ki par Rekha ki taqat ka muqabula na kar saka.

Rekha: Huh, ittu sa lund leke aagaya bhadwa kahin ka. Tujh jaisi randi ko toh isse bade bade lund mil jayenge. Naam karab kar rahi hai saali chinal.

Dimpy: Maaf kardo bhabhi, Hume jane do.

Rekha ne Aman ka lund pakada aur jor jor se hilane lagi. Uska lund kuch hi der mein khada hogaya.

Rekha: Aaja Dimpy, muh mein lele.

Dimpy: Nai bhabhi. Aisa mat maro.

Rekha: Main nahi aati toh yehi toh karti tu. Ab kya sati savitri ban rahi hai. Apne dost ka lund le muh mein.

Dimpy ro rahi thi aur Aman Rekha se un dono ko chodne ki guhar laga raha tha. Dimpy apne ghutno pe baith gayi aur Aman ka lund muh mein lene lagi. Rekha ne Dimpy ke baal pakade aur uska sar aage peeche kar rahi thi.

Rekha: 3–4-inch ka chota sa lund hai, chal chinal pura muh mein le. Haramzadi ko lawda chahiye iss umar mein.

Dimpy ne kareeb ek minute lund chusa hoga. Rekha ne usko baal se pakad ke kheechte hue chatai pe litaya aur Aman ko chodne ka aadesh diya. Aman ko ye vishwas nahi horaha tha.

Dimpy ki bhabhi ne uske samne usko Dimpy ki chudai karne boli. Usko lag raha tha ki Rekha bawal karegi par yahan ulta hi ho raha tha. Usne maze lene ka socha aur yeh bhi soch ne laga ki shayad Rekha ki chudai karne ka mauka bhi milega.

Usne Rekha se maafi mangna bandh kiya aur jake Dimpy ke upar chad gaya. Usne apna lund Dimpy ki chut mein dala aur chodne laga. Dimpy ke aankh se aansu nikale jarahe the.

Dimpy sawale rang ki badi aachi dikhne wali gaon ki maal thi. Woh patli thi par uske mamme bade aur gol the. Baal ko pony tail mein bandha hua tha jo uske kamar tak aate the. Uske nipple kale aur bade the.

Chut bhuri rang ki thi aur uske upar halke halke baal the. Jayada bada nahi par ek dum naram aur gadde dar gand thi. Uska badan bilkul pornstar Hailey Rose jaisa tha. Aman ka pani do minute ki chudai ke baad hi nikal gaya.

Usne apna sara maal Dimpy ke peth pe nikal diya. Aman khush tha aur muskurane laga. Par Rekha alag hi game khel rahi thi.

Rekha: Ho gaya?! Itni jaldi, aise chutiye se kya maze lene wali thi tu.  Behenchod kapde pehn aur nikal yaha se.

Aman: Aare kyun faltu ka chila rahi ho, aapko bhi chahiye to bolo.

Rekha: Madarchod, tu mereko chodega, iss chote lund se kya hoga.

Aman: Lund chota hai par kaam mast karta hai. Aap hi ne Dimpy ko chodne bola, aap ko bhi chahiye hoga toh bolo.

Rekha: Tere lund ka kaam toh dekh liya maine, do minute nahi thik paya aur jyada khush mat ho.

Rekha ne usko apne mobile pe chudai ka video dikhaya.

Rekha: Yeh dekh raha hai, tu Dimpy ki chudai kar raha hai aur woh ro rahi hai. Saale aaj ke baad mere ghar ke aas paas dikha. Ya kabhi Dimpy se baat karne ki koshish ki toh yeh video seedha police ke pass jayegi aur tere pe case daalungi.

Aman ki fatt gayi, uski akad, khushi sab khatam hogayi.

Aman: Aare bhabhi maaf kardo. Aisa mat karo meri zindagi barbad ho jayegi. Aap jaisa bolegi main waisa karunga.

Rekha: Muh band kar aur yahan se dafa hoja. Kabhi dikh mat jana mujhe.

Aman ne turant kapde pehene aur wahan se chala gaya. Dimpy bhi apne kapde pehene lagi.

Rekha: Tu kya kar rahi hai, saali randi jo main bolungi wahi karegi tu aaj se. Shyam tak nangi rahegi, tere bhaiya ko aane de.

Dimpy: Bhabhi, aisa mat karo, bhaiya ko mat batao.

Rekha: Chup! Ek dum chup reh. Main kaam kar ke aaungi shyam ko tab baat karenge. Aisi hi nangi rehni chahiye.

Rekha ne khana khaya aur ghar pe tala laga ke bahar chali gayi kaam karne.

To be continued.

Rohan sat in front of his computer screen, his heart pounding with excitement as he exchanged messages with Sanju aged 48, and Manju about 45, the adventurous middle-aged couple he had met online. They had been chatting for days, exploring their desires and fantasies with eager anticipation. That night, however, promised something more.

As the conversation turned steamy, Rohan’s fingers danced across the keyboard, his imagination running wild with anticipation. Suddenly, he found himself emboldened by desire, his fingers typing out a bold request.

“Sanju,” he wrote, “I want to see you undress your wife Manju and make love to her while I watch and pleasure myself.”

There was a moment of silence, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Then, finally, Sanju’s reply came, filled with excitement and consent.

With trembling hands, Rohan activated his webcam, his heart racing as he waited for the connection to be established. When the video feed finally flickered to life, he found himself face-to-face with the couple he had been fantasizing about for days.

Sanju’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached for Manju, his hands eager to fulfill Rohan’s desires. With practiced ease, he began to undress her, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down her spine.

As they kissed and caressed each other, Rohan felt a surge of arousal wash over him, his hand moving to his throbbing erection as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Manju’s moans filled the room as Sanju’s hands explored every inch of her body, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole. As they joined together in a passionate embrace, Rohan could feel the heat rising between them, his own desire growing with each passing moment.

But it wasn’t long before Rohan’s own desires took center stage, his need for release becoming too great to ignore. With a primal hunger in his eyes, he began to stroke himself, his movements matching the rhythm of their passionate lovemaking.

As Sanju pleasured his wife Manju with expert hands and lips, Rohan watched with rapt attention, his own arousal reaching fever pitch with each passing moment. And when Sanju finally reached his peak, his release coming fast and fierce, Rohan felt his own climax approaching with unstoppable force.

With a primal roar of pleasure, Rohan spilled over the edge, his release painting the screen with evidence of his passion. And as he collapsed back in his chair, spent and satisfied, he knew that this was only the beginning of their erotic journey together.

In the days that followed, Rohan joined Sanju and Manju for an unforgettable adventure, exploring their deepest desires and fantasies in a whirlwind of passion and pleasure. And as they reveled in each other’s arms, they knew that their connection was more than just physical – it was a bond forged in the fires of desire, a bond that would endure long after their time together had come to an end.

They decided to meet at a hill station and book their own rooms. Rohan had just made one request that Manju should be in a black transparent saree with a silk petticoat, red panty, and a deep-cut red, sleeveless, backless blouse with no bra inside.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Rohan’s heart raced with anticipation. He stood before the hotel room door, his hand poised to knock. Inside, he knew, awaited the couple who had ignited his deepest desires and fantasies.

With a steady breath, he rapped his knuckles against the wood. The door swung open, revealing Sanju’s eager face, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Come in, Rohan,” he said, gesturing for him to enter.

Rohan stepped inside, the air thick with anticipation and desire. His gaze fell upon Manju, seated on the edge of the bed, clad in the black saree and red blouse he had requested. She was a vision of seduction, her eyes smoldering with wanton lust as she looked at him.

“Hello, Rohan,” Manju purred, her voice sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat rising between them, a palpable tension that begged to be released.

Sanju’s voice broke through the haze of desire. “She is all yours, Rohan,” he said, a hint of excitement in his tone.

Without a word, Rohan closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to caress Manju’s soft curves. He pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers in a fervent kiss. Their tongues danced together in a passionate embrace, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Rohan trailed kisses down Manju’s neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve and contour as he explored her flesh.

Manju’s breath hitched as Rohan’s lips found their way to her legs, trailing kisses along her silk-clad skin. He worshipped her with his mouth, lavishing attention on every inch of her body as he made her tremble with pleasure.

When he reached the apex of the married woman’s thighs, he paused, his gaze locking with hers as he pulled aside her panties to reveal her glistening sex. Without hesitation, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue delving deep into her core as he tasted her sweet essence.

Manju’s moans filled the room, her hands tangling in Rohan’s hair as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her veins. She writhed against his mouth, her body arching off the bed as he sent her spiraling toward ecstasy.

As Rohan pleasured her with his mouth, the cuckold husband Sanju watched with hungry eyes, his own desire growing with each passing moment. Unable to resist any longer, he joined them on the bed, his hands roaming over his wife’s body as he added his own touch to the symphony of pleasure.

Together, they worshipped her, their lips and hands driving her wild with desire. She was theirs to pleasure, to tease, to please, and they spared no effort in fulfilling her every fantasy.

When Rohan could bear it no longer, he rose to his feet, his throbbing arousal demanding release. With a primal hunger in his eyes, he guided Manju to bend over before him, presenting herself to him in all her glory.

Without a word, he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he entered his 6.5 inches thick dark dick in her with a single, powerful thrust. She cried out in ecstasy as he filled her completely, her body trembling with pleasure as he began to move within her.

With each thrust, their passion soared higher, the intensity of their desire building to a fever pitch. They moved together in perfect harmony, lost in the bliss of their shared ecstasy as they surrendered to the pleasure consuming them.

After about 7-8 minutes, they both trembled and then Rohan filled the married pussy of Manju with his hot cum. Manju felt like being in heaven and she too cummed all over the thick dark dick of Rohan.

As the night stretched on, they lost themselves in each other again and again, exploring the depths of their desire until they were left breathless and spent, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their passion.

But even as they lay tangled together in the darkness, they knew that their journey was far from over. With two more days ahead of them, they eagerly anticipated the adventures that awaited, knowing that together, they would explore the depths of pleasure and desire beyond their wildest dreams.

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Hi, Joanna, again here!

This is part 2 of my real-life experience on a flight from London to Sydney. I was travelling for work. My colleagues had already been in Sydney for a week and needed my support, too.

I forgot to tell you guys the name of the co-passenger I had a great experience with. His name is Dave. He was 45, 6’3 and divorced. I’m 32 years old, married, and my size is 36C-29-40. I am apparently becoming hornier day by day.

But of course, my husband has no idea about my flight experience. But he gets his fair share, and I’m sure he is over-satisfied.

After sleeping for nearly an hour, I woke up. By this time, my back was hurting because of the weight of Dave, who was still sleeping on me. To be precise, on my breasts. I was topless since Dave pulled my strip top-down and lifted my skirt fully up.

I was literally fully nude in the last row of the flight from London Heathrow to Doha. But to my best luck and years of trying, the last row was fully empty. There were very less people around us.

Dave was sleeping well, drooling on my breasts. I tried to wake him up so that I can feel comfortable. Initially, he didn’t and started feeding on my breasts. But on insisting, he let me loose a bit, thankfully. Meanwhile, the armrest between us was lifted by Dave, and so he could get a good grip on me.

The aisle seat was empty. So it gave some room for moving and turning around for Dave. Though he was sleeping or feeding on my breasts, his left hand rested on my pussy. My legs were over his legs. But when he let me loose, I straightened up. But he refused to take off his hand.

He started rubbing my pussy and again sucking my breasts. I was impressed by his fascination towards boobs. It’s like a hungry beast ready to pounce on its meat prey. Instead of pussy, he tried to finger my ass. But by now, I was too uncomfortable. I asked him to stop.

I dressed up and wanted to go to the toilet. Dave asked me to cross over him but face him. While crossing over him, he stopped me for like 10 seconds and started chewing my boobs again. This was the best view he could get of me. It was like the front view and me sitting on his lap for a few seconds.

He started feeding on my breasts. He started all over again torturing my boobs, which I absolutely loved. But I really wanted to go to the toilet. I asked him to stop and went to the toilet. While at the toilet, I saw my breasts were full of marks. I squeezed them and found that the milk was still there.

Then, I started fixing my make-up. Meanwhile, I heard a knock on the door. I did not respond and continued adjusting my face and hair. I put on a heavy lipstick this time. There was another knock on the door, and I was super confused. I fixed myself fast and was ready to leave.

As I opened the door, I saw Dave standing there. He came in and locked the door. Fuck! The toilet was too small. He saw me dressed and standing for the first time and got super turned on. He removed all my clothes, made me kneel, and started mouth-fucking me like a maniac.

I was choking, was out of breath and gagging. He fucked me deep throat. He didn’t stop and was clearly the dominant between us. He was holding my head with both hands and rammed his dick deep into my mouth. He fucked and choked me deep and rough for nearly 5 minutes.

Then he lifted me on his shoulders and started eating my pussy. It was difficult not to moan and make sounds. We were in a public setting, and it was so damn risky. Dave was really strong to lift someone like me or just too horny. Anyway, this position was not very comfortable for me as it was the flight toilet.

He asked me to hold to the side walls for some support for some time. But it was a bit too uncomfortable. So he put me down, turned me around and just rammed his dick in my ass. He was fucking my ass in standing doggy style. Soon, we started to make pounding sounds when our skin hit each other.

Now I started to get stressed as we were in the toilet for sometime. But at the same time, I was super horny. He stopped after some time and started fucking my pussy. It felt GREAT! Surprisingly, if you keep a cloth between you and your partner’s skin, you can avoid the pounding sound to some extent.

And you can fuck harder. He took my long skirt and wrapped it around my ass, and started fucking hard. I don’t know exactly how it was wrapped, but I’m sure he was experienced in this. We fucked hard and deep for 15 minutes in this position. I squirted the second time like mad. The toilet floor was all messy.

He then turned me back and asked me to kneel again. He asked me to hold my boobs together very tight and started inserting his dick from the bottom. He could get between my boobs easily. He then spat a lot on my boobs, spread it and asked me to hold them very tight together as if his dick could not enter.

I did, and he started ramming again. It was fucking hot boob-fuck. It was so wild and sexy. Still, he was not satisfied. He tried for 2 minutes but was not satisfied. He was completely at a different level of craziness. Instead, he lifted me in his arms and started fucking me again in my pussy.

My legs were wrapped around his waist, and hands around his shoulders. He fucked me hard. As I couldn’t moan, I started biting him around his shoulders. He was fucking me as if there is no tomorrow. Also, his mouth was eating and biting my boobs.

Actually, not boobs exactly but cleavage. Our body was so stuck to each other that not even air could pass through it. The whole situation was damn sexy and heavenly. We fucked for another 20 minutes and cum together. He emptied his load into me, and we did it without protection.

I was completely broken and exhausted, and he was satisfied as fuck. He cleaned himself first and left. I got dressed, cleaned and now I was back to my regular dress. No more rolled-up skirts. I later wore the formal coat and my scarf before taking my seat.

Me – Thank you! It was the best I ever had. I have been waiting for years for a moment like this.

Him – How many years?

Me – I think 14 if I remember.

Him – Is this your first sex in the flight?

Me – Second.

Him – How was the first?

Me – It was nothing like this. This is an expert level mile high clubbing.

He started laughing.

Me – How about you?

Him – I have done it on the flight a few times. By the way, what are you doing in Doha? It is a 22 hour halt.

Me – I will get a room to rest. Since it is a business trip, the company will pay for the expenses.

Him – Can I join?

Me – Umm, okay, sure!

Him – Then this is not the end for us. There’s more. One condition – Walk around in Doha dressed the way you were at the beginning of this journey. Show your cleavage, popping out breasts and rolled up skirt, with no panties underneath, to the public in Doha.

Me – In Doha, I can’t. Restrictions. Sorry!

Him – Okay, then, hotel?

Me – I will think of it.

Him – The moment I saw you, I knew you were something else.

We both laughed. The flight was about to land in another 45 minutes.

We had a series of adventures in Doha, which I’ll share in part 3. But at Doha, we bought precautionary meds and a few packs of condoms for safety.

I woke up in the morning around 10. It was a Saturday, and I didn’t have to go to the office. The scenes from last night were still fresh in my memory. I freshened up and went to the living room.

Mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. She was wearing a blue saree, and her hair was tied up with a towel. She was fresh out of the bath and had washed her hair. I wished her good morning, and she smiled at me.

I asked about Rajiv and I could instantly see her tensing up. She told me he was still sleeping. I hugged her and went to the sofa to pick up the newspaper. A few minutes later, Rajiv entered the living room.

He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. I stood up to greet him, and he asked me to sit down. He started telling me he had a flight to catch in the evening and thanking me for the hospitality. But all I could think of was my Mom getting fucked hard by Rajiv the night before.

Mom entered with tea and bent to put the tray on the table. I could see Rajiv’s eyes travelling to her cleavage and his hands travelling to his jeans over his dick. Mom left without saying anything to Rajiv.

Rajiv stood up after Mom had left and excused himself to the washroom. I knew he had other plans so I followed him sneakily to see. He went to the kitchen as Mom was washing the dishes. He spanked and grabbed her ass from behind. She was startled by this sudden touch. She pushed him away.

Mom: What are you doing? Rahul is here. What if he catches you?

Rajiv: What if? I mean, he should know the struggles her mother is going through to pay back for his mistake.

Rajiv smirked and grabbed Mom once again, kissing her and squeezing her boobs over her blouse. She resisted, but it was useless. Rajiv had overpowered her easily.

His hands were now travelling all over her body as he kissed her. He removed her pallu and snatched her saree. He threw it on the floor, and Mom covered her chest with her hands.

He pulled down his pyjamas, and his dick slipped out. He pushed her head down, and she started sucking his cock. She was pausing in between to take a glance at the door. Then resuming moving her tongue all over his dick and balls.

Rajiv: Your blouse is blocking my view. Remove it.

This time, Mom didn’t say anything and started unbuttoning her blouse. Her blouse came off pretty easily, and she was wearing a white bra underneath. She then went ahead and unhooked the bra too.

She was now sucking Rajiv’s dick in just her red petticoat. Her boobs were hanging and moving as she sucked his balls and stroked his dick. It looked like she was enjoying his cock.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I made eye contact with my Mom, and she saw me watching. Her hands instantly went to hide her boobs, and Rajiv looked back to me.

Rajiv: Your Grace. Please come!

He said mockingly while stroking his dick. Mom was looking down and hiding her boobs. Rajiv grabbed her hair and pulled her up. I stood there saying nothing while Mom stood and cried in the kitchen, half-naked.

Rajiv left her hair and forcibly removed her hands, letting her bare boobs hang in front of me. She was still looking down and struggling.

Rajiv: You like that, don’t you? I have known about it since the hotel. I saw you hiding there.

The blood froze in my body, and Mom stood there in shock. He knew long before. Rajiv pulled the string in Mom’s petticoat and it fell to the ground before she could reach it. He grabbed her by the waist and bent her over the kitchen top.

He spit on his dick and stroked it while looking at me. He then pulled down her panties and started rubbing her pussy from behind. He put his dick on her pussy and pushed in. Mom left a moan, tears flowing down her cheeks. He pulled out his dick and looked at me.

Rajiv: I can’t find the hole. Come here. Help me put this back.

Mom looked back at me, shame filling her eyes. I stood there frozen, confused about what to do. Rajiv spoke angrily this time, “Come here right now!” I moved and held his dick. It was thick and pumping with blood.

He was eager to fuck my Mom’s pussy. I could sense it. I lifted it, but he stopped me.

Rajiv: Make her ready for me first.

I looked at Mom, and she moved her face away. I spat on my hand and started rubbing her pussy. Her pussy was wet and warm. It was throbbing, and I could not control myself. I pushed my two fingers inside, and she let out a moan of pleasure.

Rajiv smiled and lit a cigarette. I had my signal. I started fingering her faster while rubbing my thumb over her clit. She moaned and came all over my hand. Her breath was fast, and she was moving up and down on my hand.

Rajiv took another puff of his cigarette and moved forward. I put his dick on Mom’s pussy and he started fucking her while smoking. I sat there watching her getting fucked, bent over the kitchen table. He placed the cigarette on Mom’s lips, and she took a puff while he spanked her ass.

He went on for several minutes and suddenly cum in her pussy. He pulled out and slapped her ass. Mom was left surprised with the creampie, but Rajiv didn’t care. He pulled his pyjamas from the floor and looked at me.

Rajiv: Get her some pills if you don’t want another to share your property. And go jerk yourself off. I can see it in your pants.

I was embarrassed and my face was all red. Rajiv left the house instantly after that. I tried to talk to Mom, but she didn’t say anything. She was quiet the whole day. She cleaned herself and took a bath. She was wearing a green saree with a deep cutback.

After lunch, I went to her room to talk to her, but she didn’t open the door. I thought she was ashamed of what happened. It was a Saturday so I didn’t pay much heed and started watching a movie.

Mom came out in the evening, wearing her usual pyjamas and tshirt. She looked like she just woke up and her eyes were swollen. She went to the fridge to drink water, and I thought it was a good time to talk. I went behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Rahul: Mom! Can we talk?

Mom: Beta, see. I had no other option.

Rahul: Mom, I know. You don’t have to explain me.

She looked back at me, and I smiled. I pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back. I realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra, just like that night with Rajiv, and my dick got hard.

Sinister thoughts clouded my judgement. I asked her to watch a movie with me. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad.

To be continued.