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This story is a series that happened at my Grandpa’s village house. Please read ‘My Grandpa’s House – Part 1’ to know more about the story and my Grandpa’s family members.

The old man wanted to see my cock, which was small compared to his monster. I wanted to run away as I knew I would be humiliated by my 8-inch. Swapna Aunty pulled the nipple from my mouth and prodded me to get up to display my cock to my Grandpa.

I got up and stood on the bed, and my throbbing cock swung around, pre-cum drops dripping to the bed. The shorts fell to my feet, and the briefs were still near my ass. Swapna Aunty, holding the waistband of the briefs, pulled it down.

In the process, my cock grazed her face coating her nose, cheeks and lips with pre-cum. Holding the briefs and shorts, she looked at me. “Lift your legs, Rahul,” Swapna Aunty said. Her tongue snaked out, tasting my pre-cum, which was on her lower lip.

Ishani had said that Swapna Aunty was very wild in bed when fucking Grandpa, whereas Mamata Aunty was timid. I wondered why she was acting like a pious lady when Grandpa asked her to show me her breasts. We can’t understand women as wise men say.

I lifted my legs, and she removed the clothes from my feet. I was standing naked in just a T-shirt in front of Grandpa and Aunty.

“It is big compared to both my sons. Is it bigger than your son, Swapna?” Grandpa said, eyeing my cock.

“I haven’t seen Rohit’s, so I can’t tell Mama,” Swapna Aunty hissed in anger.

“Don’t get angry, Swapna. I just asked about both of my Grandsons. Can you take Rahul’s fully in your mouth? I know you can. Just give it a try,” Grandpa asked his daughter-in-law to mouth me.

Swapna Aunty looked at Grandpa with mixed emotions. I wondered if she was going to oblige and take me in her mouth. No girl had ever taken me fully in their mouth. I wished she would take it down her throat.

“You are asking me to be slut for your Grandson. I have come halfway, and I can’t turn back. I will fulfil your pervert wish, but don’t forget about the gift deed, Mama,” Said Swapna Aunty. She kneeled before me and brought her lips close to the cockhead.

She swirled her tongue on the piss slit, tasting my pre-cum and thoroughly licked the mushroom head. Keeping my hand on her head, I waited for her to take my cock inside her warm mouth. With both her hands on my buttocks, eyes staring up at me, Swapna Aunty took my cock inside her mouth inch by inch.

My cock got smeared with her saliva. Her warm mouth made my cock stiffen more which made to open her mouth widen to accommodate it. She didn’t stop till the head hit the back of her throat. Her lips brushed my pubic hairs.

I wondered at the way she took all of my 8 inches inside her mouth without any struggle. The saliva dripped down from the corners of her mouth. Swapna Aunty keeping my cock deep in her mouth, made a gargling sound. Slowly she released my cock from the warm confines of her mouth.

All this time, her eyes were on me, and I saw a challenging look in them. Was she teasing my manliness? I wondered and thought if I could get more from her. Wiping the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, she said to Grandpa, “See, I took him fully in my mouth. Are you satisfied now, Mama?”

“I have never doubted your abilities, dear. I know you much better than your husband. Now make Rahul cum by sucking him. He should see stars when you are mouth fucking him. Do a good job, so he should remember this night all his life,” Grandpa said.

“You want me to suck and make your Grandson cum. Ok, see and enjoy. You are getting naughtier as you age and ask for dirty things to perform by me and Mamata Didi daily,” Said Swapna Aunty as she took my cock back in her warm mouth.

This time, she didn’t take me fully down her throat but halfway. She began to mouth fuck me. Her left hand was on my right ass cheek, and her right hand was on my balls fondling them gently. She was giving me one hell of a blowjob better than my girlfriends in America.

I wished I had taken a video of this fantastic blowjob given by my seductress Aunty and to show it to them. My cock was leaking pre-cum profusely down her throat, and she was swallowing it without any complaints. Her saliva was flowing out from the corner of her lips down to her lap.

I just stood still, holding her head, getting the awesome blowjob of my life. Five minutes passed, and I was still going strong, showing no signs of cumming. Swapna Aunty was looking up at me, wondering when I was going to shoot my load in her mouth.

I just smiled at her, indicating that she has to work more hard to make me cum. I saw a determined look on her face. Her left hand, which was on my ass, moved down to the anus, and I felt a finger prodding my ass hole to open it up. My goodness, I knew she was up to something wicked.

I felt her right hand cupping my balls tightly now. Due to continuous prodding, my wrinkled hole opened up a bit. Her finger moved inside, and my cock erupted like a volcano deep in her mouth.

Swapna Aunty looked shocked as the first huge spurts of cum shot inside her mouth. She swallowed the initial bursts but couldn’t take anymore. Coughing, she pulled her mouth off my cock, quickly pulled her saree. She closed the saree around my cock so that the semen won’t spill on the bed.

I shot the remaining cum into her saree, and she gracefully collected my cum, staining her saree. My cock mellowed down, spewing the drops, and she carefully wiped my cock with the clean part of the saree.

“Wow, that was a huge load. Isn’t it Swapna?” Grandpa asked his daughter-in-law.

“Yes, it was a lot, Mama. He might have stored it for many days. I thought of swallowing it fully, but I couldn’t. Thank God, he came finally. My mouth was hurting a lot sucking him for so long,” Swapna Aunty said and pulled the saree from her body and threw it on the floor.

Now, she was in her petticoat and an open blouse.

“You did a good job. Relax and enjoy the drink Swapna. Now I have a task for Rahul. I want to see how he performs,” Grandpa said.

I and Swapna Aunty looked at each other in confusion wondering what Grandpa was going to ask me to perform. But he didn’t waste time.

“Swapna, lie on the bed and lift your petticoat to show your pussy. You, Rahul, kneel before your Aunty and suck your Aunty. You have to return the favour to Swapna and give her an orgasm now,” Grandpa said.

“WHAT?” Swapna Aunty, and I said in unison.

“I said Rahul will suck your pussy. I want you to train him properly if he makes any mistakes,” Grandpa said sternly.

“If I want satisfaction, I will ride you in front of Rahul. Please don’t ask him to do the dirty thing. I beg you, Mama,” Swapna Aunty said with folded hands pleading to him.

“Who said eating pussy is a dirty thing, Swapna? The woman loves tongue more than the cock on their pussy. As a woman, you know it too. Rahul is still young and let him learn how to please a woman through you thoroughly.”

Swapna Aunty didn’t argue with Grandpa. She lay on the bed and lifted her petticoat, bunching it at her midriff. She said, “Come, Rahul. Do what your Grandpa is asking. I think he wants to see you eating me. Maybe his dick is not yet hard to fuck me. Let him see live sex of Aunty and nephew.”

I stared at her exposed thighs and legs. Thighs didn’t have much flesh like Mamata Aunty’s, but it was shapely with lean-toned legs. She was wearing panties and I didn’t see any strand of hair protruding out. She might have shaved or trimmed the pubic hair. It was time to find out.

I turned to Grandpa and he nodded at me to go ahead. I looked at Swapna Aunty, who was busy pulling her panties down. Removing the panties from her feet, she threw them at Grandpa.

“Your panty is wet. Your pussy should be leaking heavily. Good, my boy can taste your juice,” Grandpa said, sniffing her panties.

“Yes, it’s leaking the moment you asked me to show my breasts to Rahul. Are you satisfied now? Rahul, come let’s see how you suck me,” Said Swapna Aunty. She opened her pussy lips wide, showing its pinkish inners.

There was a stubble of pubic hair on her crotch, and her outer labia was glistening with her juices. The lips were like small wings. The clit was out of its hood and looked like a small bud. I couldn’t resist. Kneeled between her thighs and inhaled the womanly odour her pussy was emitting.

“Lick me from bottom to the top a few times, dipping your tongue inside and taste me,” Swapna Aunty instructed me.

As she ordered, I licked her pussy from bottom to top, diving my stretched tongue into her interiors. Tasting a mature woman’s pussy and juice for the first time. I gave a few licks, tasting her womanly aroma. My thumb found her clit and gently prodded it, digging my tongue into her heavenly hole.

Swapna Aunty’s body jumped, and I knew I was on the right track. Lapping up her pussy with my tongue, fiddling her clit, I slowly inserted my middle finger in her wet hole. Swapna Aunty’s ass rose off the bed as my finger invaded her pussy.

Her one hand tried to stop me from penetrating her. I thought she was not ready for the sudden attack. Her pussy was warm and wet, and it clung to my fingers tightly, restricting my finger moment. But I forcefully finger fucked her moist hole, and my lips claimed her clit sucking with my lips.

“Aiyo, Rahul, finger…another finger. Put another finger inside and fuck me,” Swapna Aunty screamed out loudly. I knew one finger was not sufficient for her. I inserted my forefinger and rotated both my fingers inside her, feeling her wetness.

Swapna Aunty’s feet were firmly placed on the bed, ass raised in the air. My hands, under her fleshy buttocks, were supporting her body. I finger fucked her, sucking the clit bud.

“Don’t bite, suck it. OMG, just suck my clit and push your fingers deeper inside…yes…yes…like that…” Swapna Aunty was screaming at the top of her voice. I feared if anyone heard her screams and came. I didn’t bother to see what Grandpa was thinking seeing his daughter-in-law getting pleasured by me.

I got busy, finger fucking her pussy and chewing her clit, which she had not asked me to do. Swapna Aunty was in a high state of arousal, and we heard a loud knock on the door. I stopped my actions and looked at Grandpa. I was shocked to see his cock in his hand.

He was masturbating after seeing his daughter-in-law getting eaten by his Grandson. I looked at Swapna Aunty, who had rested her ass back on the bed, closing her eyes and regaining her breadth and posture back. So I was left to answer the door.

Will it be Mamata Aunty, who might have come hearing her co-sister’s screams? I wondered. I got up and walked to the door naked, with my cock jumping as it had regained some of its hardness. I opened the door slightly and Ishani quickly came in and bolted the door.

Ishani removed her shirt over the head, exposing her tiny tits. She grabbed my cock, tugged it hard and pulled my face to her tits.

“How can you do this to me, bastard? I will drain your cock like Aunty did. Suck my tits, fucker mother fucker,” Ishani said in anger and didn’t relent till I mouthed her pointy nipple.

I sucked at her nipple while she jerked my cock violently. I saw Grandpa and Swapna Aunty watching us with a wide smile on their faces.

“Come here to Grandpa, Isha. I know you were watching us, but I didn’t want you to get involved. You are still young, about to get married, and you can enjoy sex with your future husband. I wanted Rahul to get more expertise in sex before he leaves us,” Grandpa said, laughing.

“Why only Rahul, Grandpa? Even I want to know how to please a man before marriage. This is not fair,” Ishani said.

“Ok, come to me, dear. I will teach you how to treat and please a man in bed. We both can watch Rahul and Swapna. Let Rahul finish what he started with his Aunty,” Grandpa said.

Ishani’s eyes widened, and ran towards Grandpa, leaving my cock. She sat beside him and stared at the monster cock which was in his hand.

“Do you want to touch it, dear,” Grandpa asked her, and she nodded.

Grandpa took his hand away from his cock. Ishani was quick to grab it with her right hand at the base. By that time, I was kneeling again on the bed near Swapna Aunty’s open wide legs. I saw Grandpa’s cock was thick for Ishani’s small fingers, which couldn’t encircle it fully.

She placed her left hand on the cock, and both hands were on Grandpa’s cock. The cock was spitting pre-cum profusely, wetting her palms. Grandpa was eyeing Ishani’s small tits. He raised his hand and cupped her tit, and it disappeared in his big palm.

Ishani kissed Grandpa on the chest and sucked his manly nipple. I was afraid that what would happen if Grandpa fucks the naïve girl. I came to my senses when I felt my shirt being pulled and turned to see Swapna Aunty.

“Are you going to watch Mama and your girlfriend or complete the task your Grandpa gave you? You lit the fire in me, and you only have to douse it. I don’t mind if you use your mouth or your cock if it’s hard and erect,” Swapna Aunty said and looked down at my crotch.

To my amusement, my cock was rocking hard again, and she smiled at me, pulling my shirt. I fell on top of her, and she quickly grabbed my cock in her hand and directed it to her heavenly hole. Swapna Aunty was ready to take me inside her.

“Don’t think of me as your Aunty now. I am a woman who is horny and needs a cock. Just fuck me mindlessly. It should be your cock and my pussy and nothing else. Now push and show your Grandpa and me how much of a man you are,” Saying this, Swapna Aunty pushed my hips down, placing her hand on my ass.

My cock sunk into her bubbly moist pussy and got coated with her juices. She removed her hand from my cock as it invaded her and placed both her hands on my ass, urging me to pound her urgently. Raising my hips and pulling my cock to the head, I rammed into her with long strokes.

Her big breasts were swaying all over her chest as I pounded her mercilessly. She started to scream and I closed her lips with mine, tasting her soft lips. She groaned and moaned in my mouth as I fucked her relentlessly. We both were sweating heavily.

Her hands were on my back which was earlier on my ass. I didn’t need any encouragement to fuck this sexy horny MILF.

“My Grandson is getting graduated. He passed out with flying colours, and I am proud of him. He is my worthy successor,” I heard Grandpa saying.

Continued in the next part.

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Hello friends. Mera naam Raghav (rockingrandhawa) hai. Aur ye kahani kuch 4-5 saal pehle ki hai jab main job ke liye Mumbai mein rehta tha. Meri college ke baad nayi job lagi thi jiske liye mujhe Mumbai mein flat le kar rehna tha.

Main aur mera ek dost jo mere hi college ka tha hum dono ne ek 1bhk flat le kar Mumbai mein rehna shuru kiya. Kyuki hum dono hi job mein vyast the isliye ghar ke kaam karne ke liye ek house help (naukrani) rakhna zaruri tha.

Isse hamara ghar saaf sutra rahe aur khana bhi hum ghar par hi banwa sake. To humne apne building mein puch taach kar ke ek naukrani ko bulwaya. Hamari naukrani kuch 45 years ki hongi.

Par unko dekh kar lagta tha ki woh 35 se ek din bhi upar nahi hai.  Unke 2 bachche the aur unke husband dusri society mein watchman the. Humne unhe saara kaam smjha diya aur unse khana banane ke liye bhi keh diya.

Hum dono dost subah office chale jaya karte the aur naukrani apna kaam kar ke din mein chale jaya karti thi. Kuch mahine aise hi beet gaye. Fir meri shift change ho gayi.

To ab mujhe din mein ghar par rehna tha aur raat mein office mein kaam karna tha. Tab ek din main apni night shift kar ke aa ke soya tha subah 6 baje. 9 baje ke aas pas mere roommate ne mujhe bye bola aur woh chala gaya.

Uske kuch aadhe ghante baad hamari naukrani ne roz ki tarah darwaza khola aur andar aa gayi. Main aadhi neend mein tha to itna dhyan nahi diya. Fir woh apna kaam karne lag gayi. Unhone bartan saf kiye aur jhadu laga diya fir pocha marne lagi.

Tab mujhe zor se susu aayi to main uth kar washroom jane laga to dekha naukrani pocha laga rahi hai. Meri jaise hi nazar padi main wahi khada reh gaya. Hamari naukrani hall mein pocha laga rahi thi.

Unhone ek bahot deep neck ka blouse pehna tha aur usme se unke boobs bilkul saaf dikh rahe the. Atleast 36 size hoga. Ekdam mulayam aur ras bhare lag rahe the. Unhone apni saree ko bhi apne jhangho ke upar kar rakha tha to unki taange ekdam saaf nazar aa rahi thi.

Main to ekdam unke yauwan ko dekh kar kho gaya tha. Mujhe dhyan hi nahi aaya ki unhone mujhe dekh liya hai unhe niharte hue. Itne mein unhone mujhe aawaz lagai aur main hosh mein aaya.

Woh boli, “Bhaiya kuch chahiye aapko?” Maine bola, “Nahi. Nahi main to bas washroom jane ke liye utha tha.” Ye bol kar main jaldi se washroom mein ja ghusa. Maine pehle susu kiya aur fir unhe imagine kar ke muth maari tab mujhe shanti mili.

Us din se maine decide kar liya ki jab naukrani aayegi to main unhe roz niharunga. Kyuki mera roommate us samay room par nahi hoga to mujhe kabhi bhi koi mauka mil sakta hai.

Uske baad jab bhi meri naukrani pocha lagati to main usi samay kabhi bahane se kitchen mein to kabhi hall mein baith kar use niharne laga. Usko bhi pata chal gaya ki main use roz dekhta hun.

Ek din aise hi main jab neend se utha to mujhe woh dikhai nahi di. Mujhe laga ki shayad maine sone ke chakkar mein aaj ka show miss kar diya hai. Main hatash ho kar bathroom ki taraf gaya. Maine jaise hi gate khola to chaunk gaya.

Meri naukrani andar kapde dho rahi thi. Mujhe andar aata dekh woh thodi ghabra gayi kyuki usne apni saree nikal ke hook par taang di thi. Woh sirf apne blouse aur peticoat mein thi.

Mujhe dekh kar usne apne dono hath apne kandho par rakhe taki apne boobs chupa sake. Aur woh boli, “Are bhaiya aap bina dekhe hi bathroom mein ghus jate ho.”

To maine bola “main to neend mein tha. Mujhe pata nahi tha aap andar ho.” Maine socha yahi mauka hai baat ko thoda aage badhane ka. Maine kaha “Soch kar aata to fir ye nazara nahi dekh pata na.” To woh naughty smile de kar boli “achcha? Kya nazara dekhna hai aapko?”

Maine bola, “Roz adhura nazara dekhta hun. Aaj pura dekhne ka man hai.” To woh boli, “Main bhi kab se soch rahi thi aap kab pura nazara dekhne ki himmat karoge. Nahi to mujhe hi himmat karni padti.”

Uski ye baat sunte hi maine use apni baaho mein kheech liya. Aur kas ke gale laga liya. Uske kapde uske badan par puri tarah chipke hue the aur woh puri paani se geeli thi. Maine uske badan ko apne badan se sata kar uske hoth choosna shuru kar diya.

Woh bhi madmast ho kar mere hotho ko apne muh mein le kar choosne lagi. Fir maine apni jeebh uske hotho ke beech se uske muh mein dal kar uski jeebh se khelne laga. Uski masti badhti ja rahi thi ab usne apni choot ko mere lund ke upr ragadna shuru kar diya.

Usne apne hoth alag kar ke mere kaan mein aakar kaha, “Ab to dikha do apna auzaar.” Main muskuraya aur bola, “Khud hi dekh lo.” Aur usko apne ghutno par baitha diya. Usne mera lower aur underwear ek jhatke mein alag kar diya aur mera sansanata hua lund uske muh ke samne funkarne laga.

Lund dekh kar uski aanke fati reh gayi. Woh boli, “Baap re ye to bahot lamba aur mota hai. Mere pati ka to isse kaafi chota aur patla hai. Meri to choot fat jayegi.” Maine bola, “Abhi to ye pura khada hi nahi h ise thoda pyaar to karo.”

Mere ye bolte hi usne mera lund ka supara apne hotho se laga liya. Mere badan mein sirhan daudne lagi. Usne dheere dheere mere lund ko choosna aur chaatna shuru kiya.

Dekhte hi dekhte woh mera pura lund apne gale tak andar bahar kar ke mujhe deepthroat blowjob dene lagi.  Mujhe lag raha tha ki main uske muh mein hi apna saara maal nikal dunga. Tab maine use rukne ko kaha.

Maine uske blouse aur peticoat utare. Uske boobs ko uski bra se aazaad kiya. Fir use bathroom mein leta kar uske upr let gaya.  Ab mera lund uski panty ke upr se uske choot ko ragad raha tha aur mein dono hatho se uske ek ek boob ko masal raha tha.

Uske nipples ko baari baari se choos ke unka ras pi raha tha. Aur woh madmast siskariyan le rahi thi. Beech beech mein main uske nipple par zor se apne daant se kaat leta to uski cheekh nikal jati.

“Hai, mar gayi maa. Dheere se chooso naa.” Fir kuch der isi tarah uske sath khilwaad karne ke baad usse raha nahi gaya. Usne mujhe upr kheech kar mujhe zor se choomna shuru kar diya.

Mujhe kiss karte hue boli, “Mere raja ab kitna aur tadpayega. Dal de na apna lund meri choot mein. Mari ja rahi hu mere andar tere lund ko lene ke liye. Mat tarsaa daal de.” Uski is baat ko sun kar maine uski panty nikal di.

Apna lund uske choot par set kar ke uske taango ko apne kandhe par rakh liya. “Haan haan dal de jaldi se,” woh boli. Maine dheere se lund ka supara andar dhakela.

“Aah, ma, mar gayi, bahot mota hai ye to.” maine uske dono hath pakad kar niche se ek dhakka aur maara. Aur mera lund uski choot ko cheerta hua andar uski bachchedani par ja laga. “Ah, nikal de raja bahot bada hai bahot dard kar raha hai nikal de.”

Maine uske hoth par apne hoth rakh kar use shant kiya aur zor se kiss karne laga. Woh thodi shant hui to maine dhakke lagane shuru kiye. Usne bhi mera sath dena shuru kar diya. Ab main pura lund andar bahar kar ke uski choot ko pel raha tha.

“Aur zor se aur zor se raja. Faad de meri choot ko aaj.” Woh aisi madak siskariya le rahi thi aur mein uski choot mein lund pel raha tha zor se. “Aur andar tak daal. Pura andar tak.”

Maine apni speed aur badha di. Mujhe smjh aaya ki woh ab jhadne wali hai. To maine apni speed top gear mein dal di taaki main bhi uske sath jhad saku. Jaise hi maine speed badhai woh chillane lagi.

“Haan aur zor se, aur zor se, bas mera hone wala hai mere raja aur zor se.” Siskariya lete hue usne apna pani mere lund ke upar chod diya. Aur main bhi zor zor se dhakke maarte maarte uske choot mein apna pani nikal diya. Aur nidhal ho kar uske upar hi let gaya.

5-minute tak hum aise hi lete rahe. Fir main utha aur use ek zordaar kiss kiya. Fir usne mujhe aur maine use nehlaya. Nahate nahate hum fir se garam ho gaye. Is baar maine use shower mein khada kar ke piche se choda. Shower sex ki kahani fir kisi din sunaunga.

To dosto aapko meri ye story kaisi lagi mujhe comment kar ke zarur bataiye. Agar aap meri stories par koi feedback dena chahte hain to aap comments kar sakte hain.

Hello everyone, this is my first story here.

My name is Bala, I have a 6-inch tool and I was 21 years old when everything began to change. I am your average South Indian guy, the kind who blends in with the crowd. My life was simple, predictable even, until the day my best friend, Deepak, unknowingly set me on a path I never expected to walk.

Deepak and I had been close for as long as I could remember, sharing everything from our secrets to our mischief. He was more than just a friend – he was like a brother to me.

Deepak’s family was much like mine – traditional, close-knit, and deeply rooted in culture. His younger sister, Divya, was 19 at the time, a year younger than us. She was short, with an infectious smile and a presence that could make even the dullest room come alive. To everyone, she was just Deepak’s little sister. To me, she was something more, though I didn’t realize it at the time.

Deepak was the one who introduced me to the world of porn. It started innocently enough – just two curious guys exploring the forbidden. We’d find isolated spots, far away from prying eyes, and huddle over his mobile phone, captivated by the images flickering on the screen.

What began as harmless curiosity soon became something more, something we didn’t quite understand but couldn’t resist. It became our secret ritual. We’d watch, then experiment, trying to make sense of the overwhelming urges that flooded our bodies. Eventually, we crossed a line – holding each other, helping each other, until we both found release. It was strange, yet oddly comforting. We never talked about it, but it became a part of our friendship, something that bonded us in a way nothing else could.

Then came the day that changed everything.

I had gone to Deepak’s house, as I often did, expecting to find him in his room. Without thinking, I walked in, only to be greeted by a sight that made my heart race – Divya, in the middle of changing her clothes. She froze, and so did I. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with something unspoken. Then, she called me “brother,” a term that should have brought me back to reality, but instead, it only made the tension worse.

I quickly shut my eyes, mumbled an apology, and backed out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest.

For days after, I couldn’t get that moment out of my head. I tried to act normal, but something had changed. Divya didn’t mention it to Deepak, and I certainly didn’t bring it up, but the memory lingered, simmering just beneath the surface. I found myself thinking about her more often, about the way she looked at me that day, about the unspoken tension that hung between us.

I started visiting Deepak’s house more frequently, though my reasons were becoming less about him and more about my best friend’s younger sister. Every time I was there, my eyes would subtly search for her, my ears straining to catch the sound of her voice. It wasn’t long before my curiosity took on a new form.

One day, while in the bathroom, I noticed my friend’s sister’s panties in the laundry basket. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t resist. I reached for them, feeling the fabric between my fingers. The sensation was electric, sending a thrill down my spine. Before I knew it, I was searching for her bra too. Finding it, I slipped both on, feeling a strange mix of exhilaration and guilt. Standing there in her clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror, caught between who I was and who I was becoming.

This secret act became my obsession. Each visit to Deepak’s house was an opportunity to indulge in this private fantasy. I’d sneak into the bathroom, or sometimes even into her room if I was sure no one would catch me, searching for her clothes, feeling that forbidden thrill every time I slipped them on. But with each time, I grew bolder, the fear of getting caught slowly giving way to the intoxicating rush of what I was doing.

Then, one day, everything escalated.

Deepak wasn’t home, but I went over anyway, unable to resist the pull. Divya answered the door, surprised to see me. We exchanged pleasantries, and she invited me in, telling me that Deepak would be back soon. She mentioned she needed to go out to pick up something from the nearby shop and asked me to wait until she returned.

The moment she left, the familiar urge took hold of me. I knew it was dangerous, reckless even, but I couldn’t stop myself. I made my way to her room, heart racing, and began searching through her things. I found her bra and panties, and this time, I didn’t just stop there. I stripped down, slipped into her clothes, and then added her skirt and t-shirt. Fully dressed in her outfit, I stood in front of the mirror, unable to recognize the person staring back at me.

I was lost in the moment, so much so that I didn’t hear the door open. When I finally noticed, it was too late – Divya stood there, eyes wide, taking in the sight of me in her clothes! My heart stopped. Panic surged through me, but there was no escaping the reality of what I’d done. I expected her to scream, to react in any number of ways, but what she did next was something I never could have anticipated.

Divya walked towards me, her expression shifting from surprise to something else – something curious, almost playful. “You saw me that day, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice soft, almost teasing. “Now, I want to see you.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. There was no one else in the house. Her parents were out of town, and Deepak wasn’t due back for hours. The tension between us was palpable, charged with the thrill of the forbidden. Slowly, almost mechanically, I began to undress, my hands trembling slightly as I removed each piece of clothing. I stood before her, naked and vulnerable, unsure of what would happen next.

Divya’s eyes roamed over me, her gaze lingering in a way that made my skin tingle. Then, she did something that sent my heart racing – she lifted her skirt, revealing a glimpse of red lace. “Do you like it, brother?” she asked, her voice a mix of innocence and something far more dangerous.

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but the pull of the moment was too strong. I couldn’t stop myself from stepping closer, from reaching out to her. The lines between right and wrong blurred, leaving only the intense connection we shared at that moment. My friend’s sister smiled, a knowing smile that made my pulse quicken. She began to undress, and as she did, she revealed more than just her body. She confessed that she had been with other boys, that she knew what she was doing, and that she wanted this as much as I did.

When she sat on my lap, her warmth and confidence overwhelmed me, and I was lost in the moment. The way she moved, the way she guided me, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Every touch, every movement was electric, charged with the excitement of something new, something forbidden.

The connection we shared that day was intense, a mix of danger, excitement, and the thrill of the unknown. From then on, whenever she was alone, I’d find my way to her, each encounter more intense than the last.

We kept our secret, knowing that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But the allure of it all, the rush of doing something we knew was wrong, kept pulling us back, again and again.

What began as an accident had become an obsession, a hidden part of our lives that we both craved, even as we knew it was something we could never let anyone else know. And with each passing day, I found myself more and more entangled in the web of desire and secrecy that had come to define my relationship with my best friend’s sister Divya.

Hi, I am a guy with normal fantasies like others. This is the story of a woman who got fucked.

Coming to the story, it was some time ago that my friend and I were casually chit-chatting near my home. We casually spoke about many things and he told me about a woman near his house. He said she looked very beautiful and asked me –

Friend: Do you want to see her?

Firstly I said: I am not that interested.

Then he told me that I wouldn’t be able to say this after seeing her. He also told me that she was like a heroine. After listening to his words, I was not still interested but just thought, ‘Ok, let’s see her’. Then I, along with my friend, went to her workplace, which was about 5 km from our place.

She worked in an ice cream parlor/restaurant as a waitress. We went there and ordered some snacks. After some time, my friend, just with his eyes, showed me one woman saying she was the one. I turned and saw her. She was a tall woman height 5’6″ or 5’7″ approx. She was fair, neither fat nor too lean, i.e., perfect for her height. Her dress was a traditional saree. She wore a mask as it was the pandemic time, and the lockdown was there for maybe one month or less.

Even though she wore a mask, I could conclude that she must be beautiful. She was not posh as a heroine but she was beautiful.

After some time, my friend and I returned from there. While returning, I asked my friend who she was. He told me that she lived near his house and she was a single mother of 2 children – a girl studying 8th standard and a boy studying 5th standard in a local school.

She was working as a waitress for a salary of about 12,000 rupees. After two days, my friend called me in the afternoon and said –

Friend: Let’s go and see her.

She had called my friend requesting to take her house keys, which were with her. The house was locked and that day was half a day for school. So, my friend and I went to the shop. My friend talked with her and took the keys. During that time, I was constantly looking at her. She looked really beautiful. Then when my friend came near me with the keys, he got a call from someone, and he started speaking.

I took the key from him and put it in my pocket. My friend sat on the back seat of my bike and I was driving. After he cut the call, he asked me where the keys were and I said –

Me: I don’t have them. You must have forgotten them there itself.

Then he said: Let us go back.

After going back there, he went to her saying the keys were missing and they both started searching for keys. She, in a bit of tension, removed her mask. That was the first time I saw her face which looked fair and beautiful. Then, in a couple of minutes, I said –

Me: The keys are with me. I put them in the bike pouch and I found them now.

Listening to this, she laughed. While laughing like that, she really felt very beautiful. Then my friend and I returned. I dropped him near his house and went home. Later on, I used to frequently visit that particular restaurant. I never spoke to her, and I used to visit only to see her. After some days, one day when she was returning to her home, I followed her.

She went through public auto. I followed her without her knowledge. After getting down, she had to walk approximately 1 km or less to reach her home on which route usually public transport was not there. That place was a bit dark with limited street lights; only the ones belonging to her hometown usually go through that route.

There was a road present in that way, but usually empty. Generally, the ones going through that road during that time and her hometown people would drop her if she met anyone at that time.

On that day, I followed her and overtook her and stopped as if I saw her accidentally. As she used to see me with my friend, who was very familiar to her, she asked me where I was going.

I said: To my friend’s house.

Then I said: I’ll drop you.

She then sat on my bike and I dropped her. After two days again, the same scene repeated. I dropped her, but some of the men near her house asked me who I was and why I was dropping her. I, however, managed by saying I was coming to my friend’s house, and she met me, so I gave her a casual lift. But they doubted me.

Then I didn’t drop her again as it looked risky. I only used to visit her workplace then after.

After nearly 6 months, one day I didn’t find her in her workplace. Firstly, I thought maybe she went somewhere as she was absent that day. But even after 3 months, I was unable to find her there. Then I asked my friend, and he told me she left working there and now she might be working somewhere else.

After some days, I told my friend that there was a work in our newly bought 3 stairs house, which we used to give for rent. In that, there was some cleaning work to do. He said she wouldn’t do that type of work.

I said: No, it is not clumsy work. It is a fully finished building, and she has to just sweep and wipe glass windows, and that’s all. It won’t take more than an hour and I will pay 500 to her.

And also, other workers were not available at that time, and it was urgent for me. He asked her, and after convincing, she said ok. I was on cloud 9 and planned many things in myself to convince and fuck her. She came to the place I was waiting there for her. But all my plans went in vain as she brought some other guy with her who was her relative. I was totally disappointed and just explained the work to her to do and, of course, paid her in the end and let her go.

Later on, after one month from then, I again called her for the same type of work. She said she would come without hesitation. I again planned this time. To my shock, she brought her 5th standard son with her, saying he was alone at home. I was very disappointed. Then I explained to her about the work, brought two chocolates, gave one to her son, and kept chit-chatting with her son for some time.

But when we were coming downstairs, I was behind her and touched her ass from the back. She turned back and asked, “What?” I just didn’t answer and went down the stairs as if I didn’t understand what she was speaking about. That was all, paid to her in the end and let her go.

Later, I again called for the same work after some days and she this time said she would be coming this time. I said I would go to collect her from her street as I was near and no need to come through other transport. “Just call me”, I said.

She called me, and I was already waiting there. She came alone this time. I thought this was really luck and went before her. She sat on my bike and went to our building in which only the first floor was ongoing rent, and the upper two floors were empty. I took her to the upper floor and explained to her the work.

While explaining, I stood beside her, seeing her neckline while she was watching the other way. That was very beautiful. Then I said –

Me: I will return in a short time.

Soon, I went to the shop nearby, brought two to three chocolates, smoked a cigarette, and went to our building back where she was.

After coming back, I talked to her a little and asked her about the children and so, and so, and so. After some time, I said there was dust on her saree and went forward to wipe casually.

She said: No need, I will do it.

But I didn’t listen and said: I am wiping it out.

Then I touched her ass and wiped it like giving it a little spanking. She said nothing and continued to work and casually talked normally.

After some 15 minutes, I took out the chocolate from my pocket and started eating. I asked her whether she wanted to eat. She said no to me.

I asked: Why don’t you eat? Don’t you like chocolates?

She said she would eat, but now she needed to wash her hands.

I said: No need to wash.

Then I went near her and took chocolate near her mouth and told her to eat. She first refused, but then she ate it from my hands. After that, I said the same thing 2-3 times. Then we again continued to chit chat and she worked for some 5 minutes. After that, she asked for water not to drink but to wipe glass windows.

I said: I’ll bring it.

Saying this, I went into the bathroom and came with very little water saying –

Me: This is only available now. But I’ve switched on the motor, and the upper tank will be soon filled. It may take some 15 minutes. You can wash your hands and wait for the tank to fill up.

She said ok and she washed her hands. Then she was normally talking with me and staring through the window outside. After some 5 minutes, I asked her if I could say something to her. She asked, “What?”. Then I told her she should not feel bad.

She said: Ok, first say.

I planned many things till then, but at that time, I was totally confused and not able to say anything. I just kept on saying, “You should not feel bad” repeatedly.

She finally said: First you say. If it is something which doesn’t feel bad, I won’t.

I went speechless for a moment and asked her to sit beside me on a kitchen plank.

She asked: Why?

I said: Only then I will be able to say.

After some two minutes, she sat beside me, and she continuously asked me what the thing was. I still didn’t say anything and then asked her if I would say it in her ears. She got confused a bit and she said –

She: We are both only here, so you can say it as there is no one else to hear.

I said: No, I can’t.

And then she said: Ok, say in my ear.

To my surprise, I was still unable to say, and then after 2 more minutes, I asked her to close her eyes.

This time she said: Why are you asking all this?

Then I said: This is last, I’ll say it off.

She then closed her eyes and said: Ok, tell it now.

I still didn’t understand what to say and kept silent. Then she opened her eyes.

I said: This time, I’ll say. Close your eyes again.

And this went on one more time. But I didn’t say anything to her. The next time, she kept her eyes closed and asked me to say, I slowly got near and planted a gentle kiss on her left cheek. She was sitting next to me towards my right. Unknowingly, she laughed and asked –

She: What did you say?

Me: Shall I say it again?

Then she understood that I kissed her. I understood I didn’t kiss her and very fast, just my lips touched her cheek.

A sudden silence was there and I said this was very new to me and I didn’t know much about this. I asked her to sit like that only and went near her. Then I caught her with my hands and began to kiss her on the cheek.

As soon as I touched it, she looked confusingly at me. She suddenly pulled my hands away and said no in a tone a bit hard. She got off the shelf on which we were sitting. Then she said, “Move,” and stood beside me. I feared too much and didn’t understand what to do.

Then I said: Please, only once, please.

And you know as I requested, I took my fingers near her chin. She calmed down a bit but stood silent for some moments and said, “No.”

Then she began to walk away. I blocked her way and she said-

She: Are you forcing me?

I said: No! No, I am not forcing. I am just requesting.

She stood silent.

Then I said: Ok, only 5 minutes, only 5 minutes.

I didn’t know how I got that word “Only 5 minutes” from me. I actually said, “I won’t do anything more; I will just stand here still for 5 minutes.”

Then she was just looking at me. I pulled her closer and hugged her lightly from the backside with less force. Slowly and slowly, I planted light kisses on the back of her neck. She was swaying whenever I kissed her.

After that, I began to kiss soon. After kissing some 4 to 5 times, she said it was so weird for her, and she asked me to stop.

But I said: Wait for some 5 minutes.

And I continued kissing her periodically. Then, with the gap in between, I kissed her ears and neck, the back of her neck, and a little bottom of her neck backside. She was a bit calm now. But in between, she was saying –

She: Enough now. Enough, let’s stop.

Then I said: Only 5 minutes more. There is an open window beside, so anyone can see. Come to that room.

Saying this, I took her to the bedroom. Then I again hugged her from the back as before and started to kiss her saying –

Me: Only 5 minutes, only 5 minutes.

After kissing like that a few more times, I slowly placed my hands on her boobs from hugging the back side, but didn’t press them soon after I placed my hands. She tried to remove my hands. But I said –

Me: Nothing, just want to stand like this, that’s all. I won’t do anything.

And I continued to kiss. She with little moan-like sounds said –

She: Ok.

It was not completely sexual moaning, but somewhat similar to it I felt. I continued to kiss her neck, backside, and ears, not vigorously but with a little pace, holding her. We both were wearing full clothes till now. I didn’t understand what to do next and I just started rubbing her back with my lower body closely.

She was too silent after some ten to 15 seconds. Then I stopped and removed one hand from her boobs and caught her left year with my right hand in the same hugging back pose. I kept my left hand on her left breast and kept on kissing her right ear, neck, and cheek.

After a couple of minutes, I started to rub her ass part with my dick and pressed her left side breast slowly and gently. I did all these in order at once. Then there was a sudden temperature rise and we both got a lot of sweat.

Suddenly, she said: Come, let’s go.

And I left her. Then we wiped our sweat and then I switched on the fan. We both sat far away from each other on both sides of the room walls, and we didn’t say anything.

After some 5 minutes, I told her this was the last time and placed hard kisses on her cheeks some 4 times. Then I was silent for some time and again caught her hand, took her near, and hugged her from back.

I hugged her from the back and started to press her boobs a little bit. I kissed her two times more from the same hugging back on her neck and she kept quiet. I kissed her like that for not more than 4 minutes.

She was wearing a saree at that time, and I caught the bottom of her saree and tried to lift it along with the petticoat inside.

Then I made her bend forward a bit and lifted her saree along with the petticoat, saying –

Me: Only I’ll see.

But I didn’t know what she heard and how she understood. With one hand, I removed my belt and my pants, which means not fully but hook, zip, and that was all. Then I held her again, made her bend a little more, and took out the condom from my pants pocket. She tried to say something when the condom cover fell.

Then I lifted her saree and petticoat more and removed her panties by pulling them down a bit. With one leg, I pushed her panties completely down and held her in position one more time. After that, I just pushed my dick inside her vagina. After some two strokes, I raised her saree and petticoat upwards and then removed her panties completely.

After that, I started to fuck her like that. After a minute, I held her boobs with two hands and fucked her like that by pressing them. She started to moan a little bit. In between, I used to bring her close by making her stand while fucking her and kissing her cheeks, face, and neck.

After a moment or two, I used to bend her and fuck like I fucked her in both doggy style and standing doggy style simultaneously. In between, I used to slow down with my dick inside her pussy, and used to kiss her on her neck and cheeks, holding her face with one hand, and pressing her boobs with the other hand.

In between, I held her with her hair with one hand and fucked her like that for some time while she was bending forward, and after I made her stand and caught her boobs again times, I kissed her. Likewise, I fucked her for almost 13 to 15 minutes, I think. Then I gave her a very tight hug from the backside and crushed her like that for a moment.

After that, I left her and removed my dick from her pussy. At that time, my thighs and even hers were shaking like anything. I was breathing a bit heavy. Then I spanked her ass like that a couple of times and left her.

Soon, I removed the condom, threw it, and wore my pants back. Then she put on her saree and petticoat and sat down on the ground by breathing a bit heavily, then normal, and sweating heavily.

She was not able to stand properly. After a minute, I got near her, kissed her cheeks hard, and left her. Then I drank some water and gave her some water to drink. After she drank water, she hit me once playfully and said –

She: Idiot!

She kept a different facial expression, which was a mix of laugh and a little anger type (I hope you can understand). She slowly got up and tried to hit me again with bare hands seeing me laughing a little bit. But then I stopped her, caught her hand, gave her a half hug, held her and kissed her hard on the cheeks two to three times, and held her like that.

After some time, I left her. Then she wore panties. After some time, we washed our faces, sat there for some time, and left from there.

I read some stories from the various sites. But I don’t know whether they are real or fictional. But this story is real, and every event is to my consent. I remember I mentioned in this story exactly what happened and how it went. And from the start to the end, It took almost a year time for me to fuck her from seeing her for the first time. Ok, THANK YOU.

Swapna Aunty was lying underneath me, receiving the poundings I was giving her. I had never fucked my girlfriends this aggressively before. In fact, she was kissing me like a bitch in heat, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues were wrestling with each other for space. Saliva was exchanged.

I found her tongue soft and tender despite her age. I was sucking her tongue like I sucked the nipple. Her big breasts were crushed under my chest. My ass was moving up and down, drilling her pussy without any hindrance. My cock was getting drenched with her juices as she creamed twice while I rammed her.

While my cock drilled her, it was making strange sounds. The room was full of cum stench as she was leaking non-stop. Ten minutes passed, and I never slowed down. As I had cum earlier, I knew I could withhold myself for more time. I fucked Aunty with slow strokes now.

I saw a hand reaching for my ass. It went close to my asshole. I took my lips from hers and pulled her hand away from my ass.

“No tricks like last time, just lie down, Aunty. I am not yet finished with you. I want to enjoy and explore more of your slutty pussy. I don’t know if I will get another chance to fuck you,” I said with authority and pushed my cock deeper.

Swapna Aunty, wiping the sweat from my face, said, “No problem, Rahul. Take your time. I won’t go till you are completely satisfied. You can take me anytime till you leave. I will ask Mamata Didi to join us if you want. But I need to drink water. Please understand.”

“I want you only now. I will have Mamata Aunty in the morning for breakfast,” Saying I got up, pulling my cock out, and Swapna Aunty sat up. She drank water from the bottle and picked up the whiskey glass from the table.

Taking a sip, Swapna Aunty asked, “If you have Mamata Didi in the morning, what about our Ishani? Look how she is mad with lust watching us.”

“I will kill that bastard if he doesn’t fuck me like did you, Aunty,” Ishani said angrily.

“Don’t worry, Isha. I have grand plans for you in the afternoon,” I said, waving my cock at her, and she blushed. She was jerking Grandpa’s cock. I saw Grandpa’s hand under her long skirt. I knew he was fingering his granddaughter, trying to douse the fire in her.

“What do you think of your Grandson now, Mama,” Swapna Aunty asked Grandpa, sipping whiskey.

“I am impressed. I thought he would need some training, but he performed very well,” Grandpa said.

I was trying to regain my breath. I wondered how Grandpa’s finger was playing with Ishani’s tight pussy. As if Ishani had read my mind, she folded her legs, keeping her feet on the bed. The long skirt fell to her tummy, exposing her legs and pussy.

She was not wearing panties. Grandpa’s fingers were tweaking her lips gently. Luckily, he had pushed his thick fingers in that tight hole.

“Do you want to taste mine, Rahul?” Ishani asked me, protruding her tongue out, inviting me to suck her.

“Sure. Do you want my mouth or cock to taste your pussy Isha,” I challenged her.

“I don’t mind. Both are fine with me. At least I will know what I am going to get tomorrow afternoon,” Ishani challenged me back.

“Is it. I begged you in the afternoon, and now you are talking like this.” I pulled her down, holding her feet, and she laid on her back, giggling at me.

“You both can do whatever you want tomorrow. Now you both behave yourselves,” Swapna Aunty said angrily. I saw a hint of jealousy in her voice, feeling deserted.

“I am not yet finished with you, Aunty. Don’t worry, I will take you again. I want to see if this tiny girl has the stamina like you,” Saying, I got between Ishani’s legs. She spread her wide, eager for my intrusion.

Keeping my cock at her pussy hole, which was nonexistent. I said, “Think again. I wanted to take you leisurely and not like this.”

Raising her ass off the bed, Ishani hissed and said, “Fuck me bastard. My pussy should tear today, or your cock should break.”

I looked at Grandpa, who was silently watching us with a frown said nothing. I gave a hard push, and the cockhead got lodged in, spreading her tender pussy lips wide. Ishani screamed out loudly. But I showed no mercy and pushed harder in her.

Half of my cock went in courtesy of Swapna Aunty’s juices which had lubricated my cock thoroughly. I saw Ishani closing her mouth, stifling her screams. I pushed the whole 8 inches in her till my pubic hair met hers. I saw tears rolling down her cheeks as my cock had fully stuffed her tight pussy.

Grandpa wiped her tears and said, “Enough, you proved your point. Pull out, Rahul. Look, Swapna is waiting for you. Enjoy the sexy lady, as you may not get another chance if she thinks of you as her son.”

“No…no…fuck me bastard. I want to see for how long you can withstand my tightness. You will shoot me in minutes. I dare you,” Ishani challenged me again.

“Stop it, both of you. Pull out your cock from her and come to me right now. If you don’t, I will go and never allow you to be near me again. I will tell Mamata Didi not to encourage you, and I will see that you won’t get Nandini, too,” Swapna Aunty shouted angrily.

I knew she was jealous of taking Ishani and deserting her. I was sure she wouldn’t allow me to fuck her again. Mamata Aunty and Nandini Didi would be also out of bounds. Half-mindedly I pulled my cock from Ishani’s pussy. She was trying to pull me back, not allowing me to leave.

“Don’t worry, Isha. We will have ample time tomorrow, and I have a surprise for you. You will know about it tomorrow,” Saying I got releasing my cock from the tight confines of Ishani’s pussy.

Swapna Aunty had removed her wet blouse and petticoat. She was lying on the bed stark naked, waiting for me to get fucked in missionary position. Standing between her legs, I flipped her over by holding her hips. So she was lying on her front.

Keeping my hands under her fleshy tummy, I raised her ass in the air. Swapna Aunty got my message. Resting her arms on the bed, she kneeled on the bed in a doggy position. She spread her legs wide, showing her upturned pussy. Above her pussy I saw her wrinkled asshole winking at me.

I thought of taking her in the ass. But I was afraid that Grandpa might scold me for treating my Aunty like a whore. He had cautioned me before to treat her with respect. Holding my cock, I moved my cock up and down her slit getting the head slick with her juices.

Placing the head at the opening, I pushed my cock in and out of her slick pussy. Making sure my cock was fully lubricated with her juices. I was planning to pound her for quite some time until she screamed, begging me to stop or till she passed out.

Swapna Aunty pushed her ass back, eager to get her pussy filled up. Lining my cock at her opening, I pushed it inside, and it went in freely. Her soft buttocks gave me a good cushion while my balls were touching her pussy lips. Gripping her hips tightly, I started to move my cock in and out of her.

She was fucking me by pushing her ass back at me. She had the energy for about 5 minutes. But she stopped and stood still, receiving my pounding like a good submissive slut. I kept on fucking Swapna Aunty in a doggy position relentlessly without pausing the cock movements.

My cockhead was triggering her G-spot continuously as it moved in and out of her. She was sweating heavily. I saw sweat beads forming at the back of her neck, just below her hair. She slumped her upper body down, resting her chest on the bed.

She was about to drop her hips down as she looked like she was tired. I quickly lifted her ass with both my hands. I kept her in the doggy position and hammered her for a few minutes. Swapna Aunty’s moans were muffled as her face was down on the bed.

I felt her body going limp, not able to take my poundings anymore. She dropped her hips down on the bed, and my cock was pulled out from the confines of her warm moist pussy. My cock was waving up and down in anger as it was abandoned midway.

Turning her head back, Swapna Aunty said, “Sorry Rahul. I need a break.” Saying she turned and got laid on her back. Her frontal body was sweaty, and her pussy lips were opened up wide. I saw a pool of messy cum below her ass.

“Isha, will you get Aunty’s saree,” I asked, turning to Ishani, who was in her Grandpa’s arms. Ishani got up, picked up Aunty’s saree, climbed the bed and gave it to me. Half of the saree was wet with my cum. Using the clean side, I cleaned Swapna Aunty’s messy pussy wiping it clean of her juices.

I inserted the cloth in her pussy and tried to clean inside her as much as possible, drying her pussy. Her pussy was not gripping my cock as before, as it was fully wet. I wanted a firm grip when I took her again. I was about to wipe my cock clean.

But Ishani pushed my hand away, and I looked at her in surprise. “I will clean it as I want to taste a woman’s cum,” Said Ishani. Holding my cock with two fingers at the tip, she began to lick my cock, stretching her tongue out. Ishani was behaving like a slut like other family members.

Swapna Aunty sat on the bed, mixed a large peg and drank it like water in one gulp. Bending down, she pulled out a cigarette pack and lighter. Taking out one cigarette, lit it and took a drag. Releasing the smoke through her nostrils, Swapna Aunty asked Ishani,” Did you like my cum taste on his cock, dear.”

“Yes, Aunty. But why are you asking?” Ishani asked.

“I need your help to make him cum soon. I could finish him in 5 minutes like the first time, but I underestimated him. I will tell you what to do. Now go and ask Mamata Didi to come and bring food. It’s already 10 pm, and Mama has to take tablets after having dinner. Whiskey and Rahul have made my stomach burn. I am famished and want to eat after I am finished with this boy,” Swapna Aunty said, pushing me onto the bed.

Lying on my back, I saw Ishani wearing her shirt and went out, closing the door. With cigarette still in her hand, Swapna Aunty sat on my thighs with her crotch close to my cock. It had lost its hardness a bit. With her free hand, she jerked my cock rapidly, getting it fully erect once again in her hand.

Keeping her knees on the bed, she raised her ass off my thighs till my cockhead was at her opening. Keeping the cigarette between her lips, Swapna Aunty pushed the head inside her opening and sat down, slowly taking my cock inside her yet again.

Swapna Aunty looked determined. Taking a puff, she said,” Are you ready for the ride, my boy.” I nodded and saw the bedroom door opening. Ishani came in and closed the door but didn’t lock it this time. She came hurriedly towards us and climbed the bed, seeing her Aunty on top of me.

“You wanted my help, Aunty,” Ishani asked, eager to please her Aunty.

“Yes, dear. Come behind and hug me. Help me while I ride Rahul,” Swapna Aunty said.

Ishani went behind Aunty and kneeled behind her. Keeping her knees close to my thighs, she embraced Swapna Aunty. Keeping her hand under Aunty’s armpits and hands holding the big breasts. I saw Grandpa watching us with his hand on his cock. I wondered if he had cum or not.

We had totally neglected the old man. I felt my cock being pulled out and, turning, saw Swapna Aunty beginning her ride on my cock. Her soft buttocks were making a soft landing on my thighs. She was dropping her weight down, taking my 8 inches fully inside her.

Ishani was happily assisting her Aunty, by lifting her up and then pushing her down. Almost 5 inches of my cock was penetrating her pussy, making my cock moist again. But her pussy muscles were gripping my cock better this time. I had drained her juices out using her saree.

I was eager to see her big breasts dancing all over her chest. But Ishani had gripped them, not allowing them to sway. For 5 minutes, Swapna Aunty rode me like a possessed woman giving my cock immense pleasure. I felt she was squishing her pussy to grip my cock.

She might have learnt it riding my Grandpa for the last few years. We heard the door open and saw Mamata Aunty come in with a tray. She stopped midway, seeing her co-sister riding me naked and her niece hugging her.

“Don’t worry. Bolt the door and come in, Didi. I need your help here. Come and help me to make this boy cum. He has been torturing me for almost one hour. Come and suck his nipples. Maybe that will help to cum,” Swapna Aunty requested her co-sister.

With a dazzled look in her eyes, Mamata Aunty kept the tray on the table. She saw her father-in-law jerking his monster and came towards us, hesitating. Swapna Aunty stopped Mamata. Aunty pulled her saree pallo down. She ripped her blouse apart, making her small tits jump out.

Mamata Aunty tried to cover her breasts in her arms in shyness. Pushing Mamata Aunty’s arms away from her breasts, Swapna Aunty said, “Go and feed your tits to him and suck his nipples like we suck each other nipples.” I was shocked to hear that co-sisters were bisexual.

They enjoy lesbian sex with each other apart from servicing their father-in-law daily. This was a new dimension to the family sex affairs which I came to know now. Mamata Aunty sat behind me, and I saw her small tits hovering above my face. She was hesitating to offer her tits to me.

She was watching my cock moving in and out of her co-sister’s opening. Knowing that I had to take the initiative, I raised my right hand at the back of her neck and pulled her head down. Her breasts were grazing my face, and I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked it.

I pushed her head still down so that her lips were close to my right nipple. She licked my nipple for a few seconds. I pushed her head further down she took my nipple in her mouth and sucked. I was trying to gobble up her whole tit into my mouth. Mamata Aunty got busy sucking and biting my tiny nipple.

Mamata aunty took my nipple in her mouth and sucked it, creating a vacuum in her mouth. I knew I was close to coming.

“Aunty, I am cuming,” I shouted eagerly. Taking my lips off Mamata Aunty’s nipple, trying to lift my ass to push my cock deeper in Swapna Aunts’ pussy. But she pushed me down, throwing her weight on me. My cock was spewing cum deep in her womb.

I hoped she had her tubes tied up, as I didn’t want her to get pregnant with my baby. Mamata Aunty fed me her breasts again, urging me to suck while I was filling up her co-sister’s pussy. Seeing me idly sucking her, Mamata Aunty got off the bed, taking the nipple out from my lips.

She covered her torn blouse with her pallo, hiding her small breasts. Like a good housewife, she picked the whiskey and water bottles from the centre table and placed the food tray on it. I turned to see Swapna Aunty staring at me and blushing. Feeling her pussy fill up and reside cum flowing out.

My cock, which had subsided after erupting in her, was still lodged in her but was flaccid now. I thoroughly enjoyed this buxom wild woman courtesy of Grandpa and felt satisfied. I was feeling hungry now as the whiskey was burning in my stomach.

Patting on my tummy, Swapna Aunty asked,” Did you enjoy the ride with your Aunty Rahul?”

“Yes..yes..very much, Aunty. I will miss you, your breasts and your juicy pussy after I leave,” Saying I sat up straight and hugged her crushing her massive breasts to my chest.

Placing her head on my shoulder, Swapna Aunty whispered in my ear, “You are leaving in two days. I know you will be busy with Ishani. But I want you once again, darling. Sex with your uncle is nonexistent, and with your Grandpa is duty. I felt like a young girl again when you took me like a man. I will miss you more than you miss me. If you stay here with us, I promise that I will pleasure you till you get married. I don’t mind after marriage, too, if your future wife accepts me.” I felt a teardrop on my shoulder and knew she was getting emotional.

“I don’t know about the future, Aunty. But tomorrow night will be ours,” Said I, wondering how it will be if her son Rohit joins us in a threesome. That was too wicked, I thought.

Continued in the next part.

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Facts are facts. There was no denying that James Kinney had become the most embarrassed person on the planet. He was so embarrassed that his brain sizzled with humiliation, and he was totally disoriented. He could no longer formulate logical sentences. He just sat and whimpered in pathetic embarrassment.

James Kinney had been brought to such a humbled place of total embarrassment by the Girl Power of a former girlfriend. That woman wielded so much power in his world that she ruled him and owned his submissive ass. That incredible woman was Prits.

Prits was beautiful and brilliant. She decided to dominate James because she believed in justice and feminism. She was a warrior for women and everyone and took a stand against egotistical cheating and lying men. James Kinney was a lying and cheating man.

But Prits put him in his place and made him a public laughingstock of absolute humiliation. It all started with a very teeny tiny pair of effeminate panties. Not worn by Prits, but worn by James. A pretty pink stringy thong panty that Prits made him wear.

She then had James wearing panties every day for her. James blushed as Prits teased him for being her panty-boi.’ It was a sweet little secret just between the two of them. But when James’ cheating was discovered, Prits made certain that his little panty secret was publicly on display.

She slipped him a sleeping agent in his drink. Once James was out cold, she stripped him down to his tiny leopard print thong panty. Then she had him tied up and bent over a park bench in a busy public park. He wore a ball gag to keep him quiet.

Prits used a bull-horn to draw a large crowd and announced that she was formally instituting a Girl Power payback for cheating. Dozens of Prits friends and a large group of strangers cheered and videotaped with their phones. Prits began the process by wielding a large wooden sorority paddle.

She was spanking James’ sweet butt cheeks until they were glowing with warmth. James could only moan through the ball gag as he blushed with intense embarrassment. He wiggled his butt in the air in a futile attempt to cool off his red-hot butt cheeks.

Phase one of the payback was his tiny panties on public display for everyone to see. The crowd pointed and giggled as his panty-boi secret was revealed. Phase two of the payback was the good and proper spanking delivered to teach James a lesson.

He was given 300 firm Girl Power swats. Thunderclaps rang out as the paddle pounded his panties. He would not be sitting down for a few days.

Phase three of the payback was the reputation of cock-gobbler that Prits would create for James. An Indian guy, Naksh, stood in front of James and took off his ball gag. Then Naksh pushed his giant hard cock into James’ mouth. He pushed until his balls were pressed against James’ chin.

The full 10 inches of his cock were plunged deep into James’ throat. It was incredibly embarrassing for James. Naksh then pumped his hips as his huge cock rocketed back and forth in James’ lips and throat. The cock banged James’ tonsils with hardcore force.

James’ eyes fluttered and watered profusely. His mouth slurped and sucked the gigantic Indian cock. The crowd cheered and laughed at James, but Prits laughed the hardest. When the cock exploded in James’ mouth, he swallowed a huge load of warm sticky cum.

Prits laughed and clapped as she declared, “James, you cock-gobbling cumslut! You are a stupid, pitiful, cheating panty-boi!” James grunted in humiliation as he licked his cum-drenched lips. The strong taste of cum was in his mouth.

His butt cheeks felt so hot that he thought his tiny panties might burst into flames any moment. The embarrassment was staggering. Prits had arranged for an additional 7 guys to come and feed James their cocks.

James slurped and slobbered on a huge Indian cock for 2 hours non-stop. He was stunned with such intense embarrassment that he was dizzy. He guzzled mouthful after mouthful of cum. He built a reputation as a cock-gobbling sissy.

Prits would choose to leave James tied up and bent over in that public park. People would take pictures of James and post them on social media. James became a public display of Girl Power, and a few memes were made of him. He was called ‘blushing panty-boi.’

James Kinney blushed with profound embarrassment. When anyone thought of James, they would now think of panties and blowjobs. It would be extremely difficult for him to find a girl to date him.

He would spend most days just sucking multiple cocks and blushing in crippling defeat to Prits and her supreme Girl Power. Prits just laughed in victorious power. After the very public embarrassment, James found himself fulfilling a role for a local sorority.

He would dress as a sexy French Maid and cook and clean for the girls in the sorority. As payment, the girls of the sorority would be sure to keep James sucking cocks and spank his panties until his butt was sore. Prits giggled in hilarious satisfaction at this arrangement.

The result of this payback was that James gobbled cocks repeatedly in complete embarrassment. Prits was awarded many accolades as a warrior of feminine justice and power. She smiled with incredible satisfaction. James whimpered in defeat and blushed in shock and embarrassment on a daily basis.

It was two years later that Prits ran across James at a kink conference. James was running a blowjob booth’, giving free blowjobs to any guy that wanted one. He was dressed in a tiny pink thong panty and pink thigh-high stockings with a pink bow tie and cute little pink kitten ears on top of his head.

James called himself a blowjob fairy. When Prits was able to talk to James, he admitted that his life was all about sucking cocks. He was giving about 34 blowjobs a day on average. But for the kink conference, he would give over 200 blowjobs. He was embarrassed but could not stop sucking cocks.

“You made me start sucking cocks, and you keep me sucking cocks, Prits! It is so embarrassing! You turned me into a cock-slurping sissy!” James whimpered.

Prits laughed so hard that her shoulders shook. She was so amused. “I don’t know what to say…I am so glad that you suck cocks! You deserve that! It is so hilarious!” Prits laughed.

James blushed and glared at Prits with narrowing eyes as he grunted, “Ugh, You!”’ A big bodybuilding guy immediately walked up, and James was instantly in his days bobbing and slurping cock. Prits just laughed. Then, the guys started lining up.

There was a group of about 20 guys waiting to get a blowjob from James. Prits giggled with amusement and walked away from James and his blowjob booth. Prits life has been extremely successful and she is married to a great guy. She is very happy with her life.

She has completed her education, is working as a professional and is very financially successful. She lives with great satisfaction. She has heard that James lost his job as a teacher and is working for the porn movie industry. Reportedly, he has worked in over 100 films as a blowjob expert.

He continues to suck multiple cocks daily and live in constant embarrassment. Reportedly, he has a tattoo on his right butt cheek that says, “Prits rules!” Facts are facts.

If you start from here, you will not understand the story. So, please refer to the previous part of it. Read that part, and then come here.

We all laughed and papa seated us on the train and went out. Our seat was in a 3rd AC compartment side up and low. We had lots of luggage, so we put all the luggage in the upper seat and below the seat and sat on the seat below.

Me: We have to adjust here for a night.

Jyoti (my sister) nodded.

It was night, so we ordered food on the train and sat there until night. It was in the AC cabin, so it was cold inside. The cabin was so cold that we were getting chills in our spines. Then one of the maintenance guys was passing by. I called him.

Me: Hi, bro. Can we have a little low for AC? It is freezing here.

He said ‘No’, but gave us an idea and came with one extra pair of bedsheets. Jyoti and I helped him to bind that and use it as a curtain. Now our lower berths were totally covered by bedsheets, and we sat inside, and surprisingly, it worked really well.

Other passengers in the buggy also started to cover it, but only the upper guys were unlucky. Then we opened the curtains of the glass window. It was a big window, and as it was dark inside, the light from the windows was coming and going randomly as per the area the train was going through.

Jyoti: I am sleepy.

And by then, we had taken the meal, and all of the guys were asleep in our B3.

I said: Ok, I won’t sleep, you can sleep on my lap.

My sister said ok and put her head on my right thigh. I hadn’t noticed till now, but now I could see her dress and, unfortunately, her cleavage too. Her dress was a little loose and I could see her boobs pressing to her left side.

She was sound asleep and put her thumb in her mouth sucking it. The light from the windows was coming and going, and my eyes were not going off her cleavages. I wanted to touch it, but I was afraid too. But my dick was erect. Then I closed the curtains of the window and just put a little vacancy from where light was falling on her chest.

The train was moving up and down and I could see her right boob bouncing with it. My dick was as erect as it can be and was bulging in my pants and was touching her cheeks too. I reached my hand to touch her lips which were busy sucking her thumb. It was soft and erotic; that half-light was making it more so.

Then I put my hand on her chest and watched outside of the bedsheet shield (screen used for cold) and made sure no one was watching. Although for the bedsheet no one could see. But it was a really pressurized situation.

Suddenly, the train stopped at a station, and my hand jerked inside of her clothes. I was halfway from my sister’s boobs because my middle finger was touching something swollen, maybe her nipples. They were feeling like that because of the bra.

Then I removed my hands and checked her. She again started sucking her thumb. One thing struck my mind. The train started, and so did I. I unzipped my pants and slid out my erect dick. Then I removed her thumb and slid my dick to touch her lips. She had a good response and was sucking the upper part. That feeling was too amazing man.

I slid it into her mouth and it was totally wet and warm. The train motion was also helpful and my half penis was going in and out a little little from her mouth. The sensation was amazing. That was the first blowjob I was getting. I was controlling it hard. But it was enough. Then I slid my left hand into her dress and grabbed her right boob.

Her saliva was filling my dick, so she took a gulp, and I was fearful like any time if she would woke and I was done for. I called a little down and started pressing the boob sync with the train. That was really amazing. When I felt my dick go a little in my sister’s mouth for a jerk of train, I pressed her boobs.

After 10 minutes, I had an urge to cum to the extent that I wanted to pull my dick out and jerk at full speed. But I couldn’t pull out, and then, after controlling for as far as I could, I got my sperm in her mouth. It was really a mouthful. She was still licking it and I was cumming a little by little. She had gulped all of it and also sucked a lot.

Then I pulled her head and pulled my penis out. She started to suck really hard like she didn’t want to stop. I pulled it out and put it in my trousers. Although it was still erect, I was not feeling good.

Then I pulled her head a little up and slid myself outside of my lower berth to have some washroom fresh up, and returned. She was sleeping like a doll. I sat near her head and pulled her back up to my lap. It was more comfortable now.

Then I collected my mobile and put it in my left pocket, and it was done. I saw the scenery and her boobs too. At last, I fell asleep leaning against the wall.

The morning came and she was still asleep. I woke her up and told her to wash her face and get ready for a meal as we would reach the station at 9; we had 4 hours. She was looking tired. I removed the curtains and pushed them to the side. She sat on the seat and had a little confused-looking face.

Me: What’s up? Not going to freshen up?

Jyoti: No, just my mouth is like a tasteless sensation.

I was a little worried and pulled out the brush. Then I told her to go and brush and Thanksgiving to Colgate mouth-fresh gel. She was fresh when she came. But I was feeling a little sick. I was coughing a little.

Me: We have a bus in 10 minutes. We don’t have time for medicine man.

Jyoti: The station doesn’t have any medicine stores?

Me: There is but no time is there. The tickets are booked so I can’t cancel them. And also verification needs while riding. And that medical store gives drugs raw like open tablets. I sometimes think that he is a fraud, but he is certified and lab-approved.

Jyoti: You get the seat, I will buy the Medicine, Ok?

I nodded.

Then soon the station arrived and we got off the train. We went to the medical store and I bought my cold medicine. She got some painkillers and periodic cramp pills. The store manages a proper system. Male medicine in a white paper bag and women in blue.

Jyoti: The time and prescription?

Seller old man: It is on the medicine.

I nodded and we ran to the bus.

Conductor: Wait-wait, we are not getting any more bookings.

Me: Reserved.

Conductor: Ticket?

I handed the QR code, and he scanned it and brought us to the seat. We put our luggage under the seat and put medicine in the above case. I was tired so I told the conductor to wake me when it was time to leave, and asleep.

Jyoti was very anxious and was worried. I noticed two packets of medication above my head, but I thought I was tired and asleep.

Soon, my sister woke me up, saying the conductor told her about the next stop. I woke up and pulled the bag and medicine pouch.

After 20 minutes of auto, we reached the house. I searched the bag for the key and opened it. It was a simple room, and one attached latrin bathroom. It was actually a big room and latrine and kitchen sharing small portions. We had a sofa, a wooden bench, and a double bed.

Then I was sick so she put all things on the table and asked me to change the dress and take the pill. She opened the pouch and pulled out the white pouch. There was one more patch for white, and it was labeled for months. It was in a blue pack, so she didn’t bother and opened the white pack.

She pulled out two packs of medicine, and the label she read was “1 for instant use, for more effect take 2 pills at once”. Then she pulled out the packets and gave me 3 pills from two packs. And I ate and went to the washroom. I stayed for 15 minutes and freshened up. She was sitting in bed and changed into a nightie.

She sat on the bed and opened the small pouch on which it was written: “Start today.” There were three packs for ten-ten pills on which it was written “One at a time”. She ate two and sat in bed. After some gossip, my mind started to spin a little and feel my heart rate increasing. I could feel my boner also increasing.

Jyoti: What happened, bro? Are you okay?

The more she was close, my heartbeat was repeating.

Me: Hey, what is that medicine? Check the name.

Jyoti: Are you feeling bad? Let me check.

She rushed and went through the packet label with the details. Then she dropped the packets and saw me with eyes open. My body was burning. My dick was perfectly erect and was hiding it.

Me: What happened? Does it have any reactions? Hey, say something.

Jyoti: Ok bro, listen. It is not for cold.

Me: Then, what is that for?

Jyoti: It is tadalafil.

Me: Tada..what?

Jyoti: Give me a minute, I need to call a little.

Then she started to ring someone.

Jyoti: Come on, pick up come on. Hey, yeah later, hear me out. I accidentally gave my bro two tadalafil.

I could hear the girl shouting on the call.

Jyoti: Yeah, ok, 30-40 minutes. Let me check.

She came to me and pulled the bedsheet I was hiding my erect penis with.

Jyoti: Yes, what are you saying?

“No way.” “What?” “No, I don’t want him to be like that.” “What are…”

(The talking continued for 5 minutes and I was losing my mind a little.)

Me: My head hurts.

Jyoti: His head started hurting, stage 2. Ok. That is the only thing. Ok.

She hung up the call and sat beside me. Then she held my hand and said –

Jyoti: You have a sex hormone inducer. You will feel a sudden urge to have sex for 36 hours.

Me: What! What to do? My mind is getting blank.

Jyoti: Please jerk off. I will help you a little with it. But you need to jerk off. Maybe thrice an hour for 3 hours and then once an hour to be on the safe side. Your dose is high.

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Writer’s note: The rest is in part 3. Please, guys, give me feedback. Mail me or comment here.

Main Pritam apni ek kahani le kar aaya hu. Ye kahani suru hoti hai mere college time se. Main apni class ki ek ladki Shilpi ko pasand karta tha. Usko dekh kar main roj muth marta tha. Woh meri sapno ki Rani thi.

Shilpi ka figure hoga 34 -28-36. Us ladki mein khas baat thi uske boobs. Woh class mein sab ladki se bade the aur main ek boobs lover hu. To uske boobs par attracted tha.

Woh jab jaldi-jaldi chalti to uske boobs hilane ke karan upar niche hote. Bohut baar dekhne mein aaya ki uske boobs ke nipple ke waha uski shirt gili ho jati thi. College mein sab ladkiya skirts- shirts pahnti thi.

Meri himmat to thi nahi ki Shilpi ko ja kar propose karu. Us time main usko dekh kar bas apne lund ko haath se hi hila leta tha. Fir ek din hum friends log baat kar rahe the aur sex ki bhi baat hone lagi.

Ek baat nikli ki Shilpi ki badi didi thi. Woh us college mein hi teacher ka kaam karti thi. Usne gandi wali adult movie banai hai. Hum log ko jab ye baat pata chali to humlog ne uski DVD dhundni suru ki par nahi mili.

Fir pata chala ki woh DVD release nahi hui aur market mein nahi hai. Baat purani hoti gayi. Main bhi ab Shilpi ki didi ki taraf attracted hone laga. Uska naam Pummy tha. Uska figure 36-30-36 ka hoga.

Ab main dono ke liye muth marta aur sochta ki kaas meri shadi Shilpi se ho jaye. Fir college ke exam mein mere mark kuch kam aay to maine tution lene ki sochi. Maine decide kiya ki main Shilpi ki didi Pummy se tution lunga.

Maine baat kar ke tution Pummy ke ghar par hi lene laga. 3-4 din to sab normal chala. Fir Pummy ne mere se mazak karna suru kar diya. Woh puchne lagi ki koi girlfriend hai ki nahi.

Main mere man mein socha ki tum aur tumhari chhoti behan hi meri Rani ho par us ko kon bole. Ye mazak kuch 2 din chala aur main bhi bolne laga ki koi achi ladki chaiye tab banau.

Fir ek din Pummy ne ek long kurti pahan li jo kafi lambi thi aur niche legging ya koi bhi pant nahi pahni thi. Woh kurti deep neck ki thi andar bra bhi nahi thi. Woh mujhe tution karwane lagi aur mera sara dhyan uske boobs par tha jo neck mein se dikh rahe the.

Woh mujhe apne boobs dekhte dikh li aur hasne lagi, aur jhukh jhukh kar mujhe padhane lagi. Dusre din bhi usne deep gala ki kurti pahni hui thi aur aaj bhi niche pant nahi thi. Bas aaj ki kurti thori short thi jo ghutno tak thi.

Maine fir uske boobs dekhna suru kiya. Woh bolne lagi ki aaj kal bohut garmi ho rahi hai aur apni kurti ko thik karne lagi. Unko sach mein pasine aa rahe the. Pummy ne mujhe bhi bola, “Yaha to koi bhi nahi hai, akele hi hai hum dono. Tumhe bhi garmi lag rahi hogi to apni shirt khol do aram milega.”

Woh mere paas aai aur khud mere shirt ka button kholne lagi aur shirt ko side mein rakh di. Kuch der fir padhai ki aur fir woh puchne lagi ki kya dekh rahe ho tum. Main chup raha to woh uth kar mere paas aai aur boli, “Mere boobs dekh rahe ho na? Kya tumhe pasand hai mere boobs?”

Main darr bhi raha tha ki college ki teacher hai agar kuch asa wesa hua to dikkat ho sakti hai. Fir usne mera hath pakar kar apne boobs par laga diya aur main unhe daba diya.

Woh hasne lagi aur boli, “Jab tumhe pasand hai to bole kyu nahi?” Maine kaha ki, “Aap teacher ho.” To woh boli, “Ab samaj aaya ki tumhari girlfriend kyu nahi hai, tum to mujhe pasand karte ho.”

Is par maine kaha, “Actually main aap ki choti bahan Shilpi ko pasand karta hu aur shadi karna chahta hu.” Woh shock ho gayi aur boli acha agar woh setting kara de to unhe kya milega. Maine kaha, “Aap ko kya chahiye?”

To unhone mera lund pakad liya aur boli ki ye. Main bola, “Agar mera bas chale to main aap dono se shadi kar lu kyu ki aap dono meri dil ki Rani ho.” Fir Pummy ne mujhe waha se utha kar bed pe leta diya aur mere pant khol kar lund bahar kar liya.

Woh 7″ ka ho chuka tha aur usme hath laga kar muh mein le liya. Kuch hi der mein woh apni kurti utar kar mere upar aa gayi aur main unke bade boobs ko hath laga kar dabane laga. Ye mera pahli baar tha ki boobs ko hath lagaya tha.

Fir unhone khud apne boobs ko mere muh mein diya aur chusne bolne lagi. Main uske boobs ko chusne laga aur ek do baar dono boobs ke bich muh daal kar jibh se chatne laga.

Kafi der tak woh apni boobs chuswane ke baad mere upar aakar mere muh mein baith gayi. Mere muh par apni chut ghisne lagi. Unki chut kafi pani chor rahi thi aur chut bilkul fati hui thi aur halki pink colour ki thi.

Main apni jibh chut mein daal kar uske pani ko chatne laga. Chut ka namkin pani mujhe bohut acha lag raha tha. Fir Pummy bed par let gayi aur mujhe pair ke bich aane ko kaha aur dono pair mere kandhe mein rakh diya.

Unhone mera lund pakara aur apni chut mein set kar ke mujhe dhakka lagane bolne lagi. Mera ye pehli baar tha maine dhakka laga diya aur lund chut chirta hua andar chala gaya. Main unke dono pair pakar kar chut chodne laga, chut mein kafi pani aa raha tha.

5 minutes ki chudai se hi chut fach fach ki awaz karne lagi. Main bhi jhadne ka karib tha. Maine unhe pucha ki mera hone wala hai to unhone apne boobs ke upar jhadne ko kaha.

Main 4-5 aur dhakka ke baad lund bahar khich liya aur unke boobs ke upar jhad gaya. Mera lund se kabhi itna jyada pani nahi nikla tha jitna aaj nikla tha. Woh mere lund ki malai ko hath mein le kar chatne lagi.

Sath hi baki ka sara apne boobs pe laga ke masal li. Pummy ko ek baar chodne ke baad main ab roj tution mein usko chodne laga. Main jaise hi Pummy ke room mein jata hum dono ki nangi chudai suru ho jati.

Ek din maine kaha, “Aap Shilpi ko meri girlfriend bana do. Main sach mein usko pyar karta hu aur shadi bhi karna chahta hu.” Pummy ne kaha, “Humlog ka cast alag hai. Shadi kese hogi?” Maine kaha, “Main bhaga ke le jaunga. Par Shilpi mujhe bohut pasand hai.”

Fir next din jab mein tution gaya to waha Shilpi bhi aa gayi aur woh ab mere sath tution karne lagi. Main ab Shilpi ke liye chocolate to kabhi koi gift laa kar dene laga. Aur hamari baat phone mein bhi hone lagi.

Tution mein ek din maine usko propose kar diya usne bhi mera proposal accept kar liya. Maine usko pakar kar ek lipkiss kar liya jo 3 minutes tak chala hoga. Ab jab bhi tution mein ya college mein akele hote to boobs dabana aur lipkiss hone laga.

Fir aisa hi ek din main tution gaya. Waha mujhe Shilpi ne kaha, “Pummy didi to nahi hai. Woh teachers training ke liye gayi hui hai.” Shilpi ne mera hath pakda aur room mein le gayi.

Room band kar ke mujhe lips kiss karne lagi. Maine bhi uske muh mein jibh daal di aur ek dusre ka muh ka rass pene lage. Shilpi ne meri or dekh ke ek halki muskan ke sath apni shirt utar kar mujhe boobs dikhane lagi.

Woh bolne lagi, “Ye hi chahiye na tumhe Pritam?” Meri sapno ki Rani aaj mujhe boobs dikha rahi thi kapde khol kar. Jis boobs ko main college mein dekha karta tha aur fir ghar jaa kar boobs ko yaad kar ke lund hilata tha.

Mujhse raha nahi gaya aur main Shilpi ke paas gaya aur boobs ko dekhte hi reh gaya. Kya mast boobs the aur nipple bilkul khade the. Main sidhe ek boobs ko haath se dabaya aur dusre ko muh mein le kar chusne laga.

Mujhe Shilpi ke boobs itne ache lagte the ki main bas boobs ko muh mein lu aur daba kar uske sath khelta rahu yahi meri fantasy thi. Shilpi jab college aati to uske underarms ke pasine se uski shirt gili ho jati thi.

Main hamesa sochta tha ki us pasine ki bund ko main chat lunga. Aur aaj ye moka mujhe mil hi gaya tha. Shilpi mere baho mein thi apni thukai karwane ke liye. Maine uske boobs ko badal badal kar achi se chusa.

Fir Shilpi ghutno mein beth gayi aur mera pant kholne lagi. Usne meri belt kholi aur fir pant ka hook khol kar pant niche kiya. Underwear mein mera lund ka akaar saaf pata chal raha tha. Woh fir underwear ko bhi niche kar di aur pahli baar Shilpi ke hath mein mera lund tha.

Main bata nahi sakta mujhe itni jyada khushi thi ki mera pehla pyar ke hath mein mera lund tha. Woh lund ko hath mein le kar dekhne lagi. Aur fir meri taraf dekh kar ek katail wali muskan ke sath lund hilane lagi.

Lund ki chamri ko aage piche karne lagi aur boli, “Itna soft hai Pritam tumhara lund.” Meri lund ki topi ko khol kar dekhne lagi, usne sirf photo aur video mein hi lund dekha tha.

Fir usne mujhe bed pe bithaya aur lund ke bilkul paas aa kar smell karne lagi. Lund ki dono gutti ko hath mein le kar masalne lagi. Maine usko ‘I love you’ kaha aur bola ki ek kiss kar do lund par.

Woh ek kiss kar ke lund muh mein lene lagi. Mera pura lund ko muh mein le kar icecream ke jese chusne lagi. Usne apni jibh se meri lund ki gutti ko chatna suru kiya aur aisa chat rahi thi ki koi icecream ho.

Mujhe ye dekh bohut acha lag raha tha aur bas main Shilpi ke liye kuch bhi kar sakta tha. Main Shilpi ke sarr pe hath ferne laga aur mujhe bohut jyada pyar aa raha tha uske upar. Mera lund uske muh mein hi jhad gaya.

Usne lund ka pani muh se bahar gira diya aur boli ki bohut karwa aur chip-chipa hai ye. Fir maine usko bed ke upar khich liya aur uske kapde khol kar uske pair ko fela kar chut dekhne laga.

Chut mein chote chote baal the aur maine pucha, “Shaving kyu nahi karti?” Usne kaha ki karungi kuch dino mein, aur main uski chip chipi ho rahi chut mein muh laga ke chusne laga.

Chut ke baal bhi muh mein ja rahe tha par mujhe Shilpi ka sab kuch acha lagta tha. Shilpi ne mere sarr ko apni chut mein daba diya aur pair ko mere kandhe par rakh liya. Main chut chatne laga aur mast swad tha chut ka.

Woh chut ko ab mere muh mein utha kar ghisne lagi. Woh itni jyda garam ho chuki thi ki apne boobs ko apne hath se dabane lagi. Uski chut pani wali malai chodne lagi jo chip-chip kar rahi thi.

Uska namkin pani wah mere muh se ab likhte hue bhi pani aa gaya. Akhir Shilpi se raha nahi gaya. Woh akadne lagi aur jhadne lagi to usne bola ki, “Ab chut mein daal do mere aur mujhe woh sukh do jo chudai se milta hai.”

Main bhi ab lund ko ek baar fir uske muh mein de kar chuswane laga. Lund ko Shilpi ne apne thuk aur muh ke raal se gila kar kar diya. Mera lund uske muh ke raal se chamak raha tha aur lund mein ab chiknai aa chuki thi.

Main fir Shilpi ke pair ke paas gaya aur pair ko kiss kar ke uske dono pair ko apne kandhe par rakh kar lund ko chut ke muh mein lagaya. Mujhe dar bhi tha ki condom to hai nahi.

Par fir bhi chut mein lund ka ek dhakka laga diya aur Shilpi ki chut ko faadta hua lund andar chala gaya. Shilpi ki ek chikh nikali aur mujhe pakad ke chudai se rokne lagi.

Main bhi ruk gaya kyu ki meri lund ki chamri bhi khich gayi thi uski tight chut mein. Uske upar let kar uske boobs chusne laga. Fir maine ek aur dhakka lagaya aur fir ruk gaya.

Shilpi normal ho kar fir mujhe boli, “Ab karo.” To maine fir lund chut mein aage piche kar ke chodne laga. Is baar Shilpi ne bhi pura sath dena suru kiya. Aur hum dono ek dusre ki ankhon mein dekh kar chudai karte rahe.

Maine apni chudai ki speed badha di. Shilpi ne bhi chut hila kar lund mein dene lagi. Hamari chudai se thap-thap ki awaz pure room mein aane lagi. Maine fir position badly.

Shilpi ke paas let gaya aur piche se uski chut mein lund daal diya. Uske ek pair ko hawa mein utha kar chodne laga. Shilpi ki ‘Aah’ nikalne lagi. Woh pasine se gili ho chuki thi uski body puri garam ho gayi thi.

To be continued.

Hello saare doston, jo ISS pe aa kar meri story ke maze le rahe hai. Meri taraf se sab ko salaam. Mera naal Arman hai, aur ye meri pehli story hai. Main aapko pehle apni family ke baare mein bata deta hu.

Meri family mein main aur meri mom hi hai. Mere dad ki death ho chuki thi heart attack ki wajah se. Mom ka size bahut hi mast hai. Wo bilkul Sunny Leone ki body type ki hai, aur boobs ek-dum mast hai. Wo kayi logon se chudwa chuki hai. Unko maine kayi baar dekha hai sex karte waqt. Aise hi unko dekh kar mere mann mein bhi khayaal aaya ki unko chod daalu. Lekin aisa kabhi ho na paaya.

Ek din ki baat hai. Maine aise hi plan banaya ki unke saamne masturbate karu. To maine phone mein porn dekhte hue apne lund ko khada kar liya. Mom bed mein sath hi padi thi unhone dekha ki unka ladka porn dekh raha tha, to wo baahar hi chali gayi.

Is wajah se mera plan fail ho gaya. Fir ek din mere mann mein khayaal aaya ki unko chodne ke liye blackmail karu. Isliye maine unko bola-

Main: Maine aapko uncle ke sath sex karte waqt dekh liya tha.

To mom ye baad sun ke hairan ho gayi, aur rone lagi. Tabhi maine mom ko gale laga kar chup karwaya. Maine mom se kaha-

Main: Agar aapko kisi bhi kisi cheez ki zaroorat hogi, to aap mujhe batana, aur main aapko kabhi bhi nahi mana karunga kisi se sath sex karne ke liye.

Fir main mummy ko head pe kiss karke chala gaya. Agle din main bazaar gaya hua tha, to mummy aur uncle mere hi ghar mein sex kar rahe the. Jab main andar aaya to dekha ki mummy bilkul nangi thi, aur boobs bade mast lag rahe the.

Mummy ko maine raat ko hi allow kar diya tha, ki wo kisi ke sath bhi sex kar sakte thi, aur meri maa to waise bhi ek number ki randi hai. To ab wo mere saamne hi chudne lagi. To aise hi mere samne chudne ka, aur ek open minded family ka silsila shuru hua.

Ek din meri bua ki ladki aayi hui thi, jiske sath maine bachpan mein bahut hi maze kiye hue the. Uske jawaan hone ke baad maine usko nanga bhi dekha hua tha, aur 3-4 baar maine uski chudai bhi ki hui thi. Kyunki hamari family mein aisa ho jata hai.

Usko bhi meri mom ke baare mein pata tha sab kuch. To raat ko jab hum khaana khaa ke sone jaa rahe the, to meri behan bhi hamare sath hi so rahi thi. Hum sabhi raat ko nange hi sote hai, to wo bhi hamare sath nangi hi so rahi thi. Hum sab log mil kar ek bed pe hi so rahe the.

Itne ko main jab phone chala raha tha, to meri sister sath mein padi hui mere lund ke sath khel rahi thi, aur mom apne bf ke sath gandi-gandi baatein kar rahi thi phone pe.

Fir mom ne kaha: Tu phone side pe rakh de, aaj teri sister aayi hui hai. Usko bhi thoda time de.

Fir maine phone band karke apni behan ki chut mein ungli kar di, aur uski chut pehle se hi geeli hui padi thi. Fir mummy ne mera lund apne muh mein le kar khada kar diya. Uske baad maine apni behan ki chudai ki.

Us raat hamne 4 baar chudai ki, and mummy ne bhi ungli se apni chudai kari. Mummy ki chut ka paani mummy ne apne hath se hum dono ko pilaya. Agle din jab hum subha uthe, to maine dekha ki behan mummy ki chut chaat rahi thi, aur mummy maze se apne boobs ke sath khel rahi thi. Maine unko disturb nahi kiya, aur apna uth kar fresh hone ke liye chala gaya.

Fir hum sabhi baahar shopping ke liye chale gaye aur hum baahar restaurant mein khaana bhi khaa kar aaye. Mummy ne shopping mein apne liye new undergarments liye, and behan ko bhi khreed kar liye. Uske baad hum sabhi ghar aa gaye the, aur ghar aate hi sab ne apne kapde nikaal diye, aur nange hi ghar pe ghoomne lage.

Fir main aur meri behan tv pe movie dekhne lage. Tabhi mom ka boyfriend aa gaya, aur mummy ko kiss karne lag gaya. Mummy kiss karte waqt poore mood mein aa gayi thi, and mummy boyfriend ka lund nikaal kar choosne lagi. Lund choos-choos kar uska maal apne muh mein jhaad diya, aur usko pee liya.

Hum dopahar ko hum sabhi ne ek baar mil kar chudai kari, jisme mom ko unka boyfriend chod raha tha, aur idhar main apni behan ko chod raha tha. Chodte-chodte aise hi shaam ho gayi, aur mummy ka boyfriend wapas apne ghar chala gaya.

Fir agle din meri behan ne bhi apne ghar ko wapa jana tha. Main bahut hi sad ho gaya tha, kyunki main ab kiske sath chudai karta?

Fir mummy ne mujhe kaha: Sad kyun ho raha hai? Behan aa jayegi kuch din baad, aur abhi sad hone ka waqt nahi behan ko bye bolne ka hai. Tu behan ko jaate-jaate ek baar apne lund ko usko chut mein nahi daalega?

Tabhi main apne kapde nikaal kar apni behan ki choochiyon ke sath khele lag gaya. Sister bhi mere lund ke sath khelne lag gayi. Fir uski chut main ungli se sehlane laga. Uski chut pehle se hi geeli hui padi thi. Geele hone ke kaaran meri ungli seedhi uske andar chali gayi.

Fir behan ko sofe pe lita ke uske chut ko chaata, aur uski chut ka saara paani pee gaya. Uske baad apne lund ko uski chut mein rakh kar uski chudai kar di, aur fir main apni behan ko uske ghar choddne chala gaya. Fir jab ghar pe aaya to dekha ki maa apni chut mein ungli karke maze le rahi thi. The End.

Agar aapko ye kahani achi lagi ho to mujhe follow kare, aur aisi story padhne ke liye meri id pe aa kar padhe.

Hello! I’m thrilled to share a new story with you. As a writer who finds joy in both crafting and reading erotic literature, I embrace the complexities of desire. My stories are purely fictional explorations into the depths of human depravity.

I’m Priya, 39 years old. I married my high school sweetheart far too young—what I now recognize as a pivotal mistake that shaped my life. I have a 19-year-old son named Jatin. I’m blessed with two beautiful daughters from my second marriage.

Growing up in the UK, I experienced a culture where having children close together felt normal. It simplifies life: toys are easily repurposed, siblings learn to share, and the lessons of compassion unfold naturally. Most importantly, extended maternity made those early days feel like a royal privilege.

This story unfolds on a sweltering summer day. My daughter, Ankita, was just 10 months old, and I was expecting Ahana. My first husband, Ashish, remains a dear friend—after all, he is Jatin’s father.

Despite my parents’ confusion about our friendship, I find it comforting. Even now, when I mention Ashish joining us on family outings, my friends and colleagues often look bewildered.

On that sunny afternoon, the four of us—Vinay (my husband), Jatin, Ashish, and I—sat on the balcony. The air was thick with laughter and playful banter as we brainstormed our next holiday destination. Our maid, a warm presence in our home, brought us chilled mint lemonade.

Its refreshing scent mixed with the sound of laughter. Ashish and Vinay popped open a couple of beers, their camaraderie evident. “Let’s go international this time!” Jatin exclaimed, his youthful enthusiasm lighting up the room.

“No way!” I replied a mix of determination and humour in my voice. “I’m in my final trimester, and there’s no way I’m travelling with a 10-month-old.”

Vinay chimed in with a grin, “How about somewhere close, like Singapore, Thailand, or Malaysia?”

Ashish, playfully feigning exasperation, quipped, “Honestly, I feel like a third wheel here. You guys should stop inviting me on family holidays!”

“Nonsense!” Vinay shot back, laughter bubbling between them. “You’re a family, mate. Don’t talk like that!”

I couldn’t help but smile at Ashish’s smirk, an expression that whispered, “Yeah, right!”

For the next half hour, we tossed around over a hundred ideas. Everything from idyllic hill stations to spontaneous road trips and even a tiny island called Nauru. I had never even heard of it!

Just as the excitement reached a fever pitch, our maid interrupted, gently announcing that Ankita had woken up, likely hungry and ready for some love and attention. I called it quits and told the boys that I was game for anything they decided and left.

Moments later, I saw Jatin leaving while Ashish and Vinay continued their chat. As the night approached, Ashish left, and Jatin decided to crash at his old man’s place. Vinay and I were in our room. Vinay is such a sweetheart. When Ankita is full, I often skip the pump because he’s always eager to help.

It’s become our daily ritual, a quiet moment of connection. He would slip his hand in my Pyjamas and suckle on my nipples as I chatted with him about finances, the next day’s chores, and neighbourhood gossip.

In those shared moments, there’s warmth that envelops us, blending intimacy and friendship.  It’s a space where I feel seen and understood. Allowing me to express both the ordinary and the personal in a way that feels safe and nurturing.

Suddenly, Vinay turned to me, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. “Honey, can I ask you something?”

“Of course!” I replied, curiosity piqued.

He paused, his expression shifting. “Never mind. Ignore what I said.”

I felt a spark of annoyance. “You and I both know I’m not going to let this go until you tell me what you wanted to ask.”

“It’s nothing, really. I forgot,” he said, but the way he averted his gaze told me otherwise.

Pushing him gently away from my chest, I removed his hand from my pyjamas and sat up on the bed, an annoyed look crossing my face. “Ask!”

He took a deep breath, clearly wrestling with something. “It’s just awkward; I don’t know how to say this.”

“What happened? Please don’t tell me you lost money on Bitcoin again,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood, but my heart raced with the uncertainty lingering between us.

He hesitated, his eyes searching mine, and for a moment, the air was thick with unspoken words. I sensed that this was about more than just finances, a tension building that made me acutely aware of our closeness.

“Just tell me,” I urged softly, leaning in, my curiosity mixed with concern.

Vinay’s gaze shifted, the playful atmosphere suddenly taking a serious turn. “Do you miss Ashish?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He hesitated, searching for the right words. “I mean… am I better than him in bed?”

A mix of surprise and confusion washed over me. “Where’s this coming from? Honey, what’s going on?” My heart raced as I tried to process the unexpected shift in our conversation.

Vinay shifted uncomfortably, his expression revealing a vulnerability I hadn’t seen before. The air thickened between us, the weight of his question hanging heavy in the room.

“I just… I need to know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a flutter of emotions—curiosity, concern, and a hint of something else I couldn’t quite name. This wasn’t just a casual conversation anymore. It felt like we were stepping into deeper waters, and I wasn’t sure how to navigate it.

I wanted to lighten the mood, knowing I had to navigate this carefully. Ashish had been amazing in bed—not that Vinay was bad. I took a breath and chose my words wisely. “Apples and oranges.”

“What?” Vinay looked confused.

“Apples and oranges—two different fruits. There’s no comparison, my love. Both are unique and good in their way.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “So, what do you like more—apples or oranges? And first, am I an apple or an orange?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “What’s going on here? Why this all of a sudden?”

Vinay’s expression grew serious. “You know Ashish and I are good friends. Lately, I’ve felt like our physical relationship has become ritualistic. I don’t mean it’s bad; it’s just that I sense you’re not satisfied.”

“Nonsense!” I replied, trying to inject some warmth into the conversation. “It’s the pregnancy and hormones, my love. You’re overthinking this.”

He sighed, but I could see a flicker of relief in his eyes. I reached out, placing my hand on his, hoping to reassure him. “We’re in this together, remember? It’s just a phase. We’ll get through it.”

Vinay smiled faintly, the tension easing just a bit. Before we could continue with the conversation, I kissed him and said, “I want you to Fuck me hard tonight.”

The soft glow of the lamp bathed the room in a warm, inviting light, creating a cosy haven just for us. I sat curled against him on the bed, a gentle tension hanging in the air, charged with unspoken feelings.

Vinay reached out, his fingers gliding through my hair, brushing aside a few loose strands that had fallen across my face. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to embrace the moment, feeling both vulnerable and cherished fully. With lingering memories of intimate moments with Ashish, I closed my eyes.

Vinay’s touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into him, yearning for more of that connection. “Your hair is exquisite,” he murmured, his voice low and rich. The sincerity in his words made my heart flutter. I couldn’t help but smile.

But there was a flutter of uncertainty beneath it—what was he really feeling in this intimate space? As he began to twist and braid my hair, his movements were careful, almost reverent. I felt every tug and pull, each motion a silent promise of something deeper.

I held my breath, caught between the safety of our marriage and the thrilling potential of something more. “Just relax,” he whispered, leaning closer, his chin resting on my shoulder. The warmth of his breath sent a wave of anticipation through my body, stirring emotions I had kept hidden for too long.

I shivered, not from the chill of the room but from the heat of the moment. Time seemed to stretch. He continued to play with my hair, our laughter fading into silence, the air thick with tension. With every twist and gentle tug, I felt myself drawn closer to him. The space between us was electrified with possibility.

“What if…?” I thought, my heart racing as the question hung unspoken in the air. The room felt charged, each heartbeat echoing the weight of our shared connection.

In that intimate cocoon, surrounded by the warmth of his presence, I realized that this was more than just a simple act of hair play. It was a revelation. I longed to explore the uncharted territory between us. The monogamy could transform into something infinitely more profound.

He kissed my neck softly, whispering, “There’s a surprise for you, my love.” I kept my eyes closed, feeling the thrill of being blindfolded. He gently laid me down on the bed and instructed me not to move. A few moments later, I heard his voice asking if I was okay.

I replied, “I’d be better if I knew what the surprise was.” Even though I couldn’t see, I sensed his playful smirk and suspected he was up to something naughty. I reminded Vinay that there should be limits to our exploration, especially considering my pregnancy.

He reassured me, saying, “Everything is going to be alright.” I lay on the bed completely naked with the blindfold in place. The suspense was almost unbearable. I could feel sweat trickling from my forehead down to my neck, and the room was quiet, thick with anticipation.

There was a lingering scent in the air, a mix of excitement and desire. It was mostly the smell of my leaking cunt. It reminded me of everything that had just happened and could happen.

I felt a presence next to me, and I was at my wit’s end. I grabbed Vinay and kissed him. The moment our lips met, the pricking beard gave him away. I knew this was not Vinay. Immediately removing the blindfold, I found Ashish next to me with a smile and Vinay on a chair next to the bed.

Confused, I exclaimed, “WHAT THE FUCK!”

To be continued

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