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I walked into the reception and booked a private room. Riya wanted to pay for the room, but I denied it. She winked and teased me again by saying, “Can you control it until we reach the room?” I shook my head, indicating No. She giggled.

She pushed her hand, locking it with my hand in a gentle embrace. Our fingers intertwine perfectly, creating a sense of unity and intimacy. We walked towards the room in sync. She signalled her top and challenged, “Will you tear away my shirt to reach my boobs?”

She spoke in a low tone, not audible, to the guy who walked along with us to guide us to the room. She expressed her horny side by saying, “Madhan. I am dying to go inside the room.”

“To have you inside me.”

“To have your tool inside my mouth. Ah!”

Her chubby cheek widen with a cute smile. Oh heavens, I loved watching her grin. My eyes watched her hot, soft body, which would be mine after entering the room. I imagined my body sandwiching onto her fair white body. Her hand locked with my hand.

I rubbed my shoulder onto the side of one of her huge boobs, which felt soft cushiony. The warmth of Riya passed onto my rubbing shoulder. I came to my senses on seeing the room boy unlocking the door. The room was very spacious. The room boy showed the AC remote.

“Ok. I will take care,” I said, handing him a small tip. I bid the room boy out hurriedly. Riya only giggled as I rushed to latch the room door. The moment I latched the door, Riya pressed herself, hugging me from behind. “Madhan, If I tell you to go slow, will you?”

Riya stood on her toe, and her soft lips caught my ear and sucked my earlobe. In a single, fluid motion, I pulled off my T-shirt and banyan, letting them drop to the floor. Riya wrapped her arms around me. Her warm breath gently caresses my back, sending a shiver of comfort down my spine.

Her hefty boobs passed heat into my body. I turned around. Riya watched my eyes with a smile and hugged my bare chest. Her hair brushed against my skin as her soft, small hand rested gently over my heart. Her cold touch contrasted with the warmth radiating from me, creating a tender moment between us.

I tried to ease out of the hug to taste her juicy, sweet lips. She resisted and continued to hug me, tightening the clasp. I brushed her silky hair. I lifted her chin and locked my lips with hers. Savouring the softness of her full lips in a lingering kiss before gently pulling away.

After drinking a gulp of sweetness off her lips, my lips pulled away. She caught my chin. She locked her lips with mine straight with our noses colliding. Oh, her lips tasted yummy. Her lips started to move from my lower to upper lip slowly and restarted again.

That’s when my hands grabbed her huge ass cheeks. I smashed them hard over her pants, like squeezing the chapati atta. I lifted her, pressing her body against me as I cradled her in my arms. Her laughter filled the air as I hoisted her onto my hip.

She encircled her heavy thighs around my hips. Her boobs were tempting again by cramming onto my bare chest. I carried her and moved slowly. Our lips continued to eat each other dry. My hands cupped her heavy round ass cheeks. I placed her gently next to the bed.

I broke the kiss and watched her hefty boobs hidden inside the shirt. As per Riya’s proposition, I grabbed her shirt just below the collar and pulled it with a huge force. The force tore, with the top two buttons flying away. Her boobs just sneaked at me.

I can’t wait to grab those sexy boobs. Reading my mind, she said, “Ahhhh, Madhan, they are yours for today.” That’s when I yank the shirt for the second time, and this time two more buttons fly away, giving full access to her hefty tank boobs.

My hands quickly grab those boobs, and my face press into her cleavage. “Ah,” She started moaning with her fingers entering my hair. I could smell the aroma of her body, which was mixed with the perfume. Riya’s hands, which were resting on my waist, slowly moved to unbuckle my pants.

My hands felt very joyful on moving around her soft ass cheeks. My hands and fingers massaged and squeezed those white ass cheeks. I tried to part into the ass crack. My face rubbed against her soft bosom. Her hands were quick to unbuckle and push my pants away.

I quickly undid her hanging shirt and threw it away. I quickly undid her pants. She resisted my hands from undoing her bra. Instead she pressed her soft body onto me into a hug. I kissed and sucked her lips, tasting her wetness slowly. Her bare, milky body pressed onto my bare body.

My hard dick was inside my underwear, pressing onto her pussy over her panty. My hands rested on her bare ass cheeks. (Oh, man, they were like mosaic soft, creamy, and fleshy). I spanked one of her ass cheeks loud and hard. “Ah. Madhan.”

My lips moved to suck her neck. She bent her neck, parting her body slightly away from the hug. She surveyed my tent underwear, with my dick begging to jump out. Her soft hands ran all along the length of my cock over the underwear. Uff, my cock only hardened by her soft touch.

My eyes noticed her rosy, juicy lips. I imagined her rose lips around my dark, thick rod. It felt heavenly. As if reading my mind’s voice, Riya slowly pulled my underwear low, releasing the monster cock. The flat of her hand gently brushed over my thighs.

She grabbed the snake dick rod with one hand firmly. She continued to kiss me with her hand rubbing my dick from the root to the head. Her gold ring-laden finger, with a watch on her arms, played the thick rod.

Her fingers moving around my dick (Oh heavens). Rubbing my dick with her thumb, “Madhan, I want this inside me.” She pushed me onto the bed. She gathered the loose strands of hair and knotted them into a bun.

She walked around the bed displaying her sexy hump body. With every step, her heavy ass cheeks swayed, and her boobs jiggled inside the bra. She climbs the bed next to me. She crawls over her knee and positions her face next to my hard cock.

Riya grabs my cock, and her lips and tongue run from dick head to the root. She held my cock firmly with both of her hands and took the dick head into her pinky-rose lips and sucked them. The tip of the tongue drew lines over my dick head, with the dick head covered by her lips.

Oh heavens, it was a blessed feeling. She continued to use my cock as a brush as she moved my dick around all sides of her mouth. I inserted my fingers into her panty and started massaging her wet pussy. Her loop nose ring was looking nicer as her lips continued to ooze, taking my cock in and out of her mouth.

Riya repositioned herself between my thighs and covered my cock nicely with her rosy lips. I clutched her hair into my fist and started mouth fucking her, “Ahhhhh. Riya. Ahhhh.” She very nicely drenched my dick with her saliva.

Tightening the grip on her hair, I dragged her into the sleeping position. I widened her heavy thighs and slowly freed away her wet panty. I finally revealed my attraction for her, “Riya, I was tempted badly from the very first moment I noticed you at Hebbal.”

I pulled her hips to the end of the bed. I lifted her legs high, watching the ceiling. I slowly pushed my condom-laden nervy thick cock, which travelled halfway inside her wet pussy. I pulled out my cock. I hit the dick head over her pussy lips, watching her yearning expression.

Riya nodded her head, requesting me to poke the dick into her again. I pushed my cock again, halfway into her pussy. I yanked out my dick. I spit on her pussy and rubbed the dick head over the pussy lips. I repeated this a few times.

Every time she would grunt, “Fuck me. Fuck me, Madhan.” Finally, I clasped her thighs tightly together with my arms and pushed my cock deeper into her, “Ahh. Madhan.” I started drilling her pussy at a slow pace. Suddenly I increased the pace hitting into her pussy with huge thrusts.

Riya enjoyed the pleasure with closed eyes. With every shot, Riya would cry with louder and louder moans, which filled the room. I grabbed her boobs over the bra as I cum for the first time. We rested for a bit before going for a second round. She, too, had orgasmed.

In the second round, I bent her to a doggy style with two huge ass cheeks in my view. I spanked those ass cheeks one after the other louder and more painful. I pulled her bra cups with two huge melons falling out of the cage. Her milky boobs shook, and my hands encircled, trying to grab those soft flesh.

My fingers felt her small, erect nipples. I banged her harder. With every thrust, she would move her ass cheeks and moan, “Ahhhhh.” Her boobs jiggled with every thrust. Damn, I loved banging her in this position. After some shots, I pressed her ass onto the bed and drove much deeper into her pussy.

I ate her soft feathery ass and dirty wet pussy. I fucked her in a cowgirl, squeezing the jiggling melons. In the end, we played with each other’s bodies in the warm showers. I dropped her back and bid byes with a satisfying smile written on both of our faces.

Thank you, all ISS readers.

Hello once again to all the lusty and horny readers of this wonderful platform. Hope you all are safe in these hard times. The incident which I am going to share happened a few months back between a MILF Boudi (Bhabhi in Bengali) and me.

Let me introduce myself. I work in an MNC in Kolkata aged 28 with a height of around 6 ft tall and of normal shape and size. My dick size is around 5 inches. I am a temporary companion to the lonely bhabhies around Kolkata and hang out with them on a temporary date or hookup.

The female lead of the story is Sharmistha (name changed). Sharmistha is a homemaker and is in her early 30s. She is the mother of a two-year-old girl and the wife of a drunkard. She is the sexiest and horniest lady in our society, with a body stat of 36-23-36.

On occasions, she wears sexy jaw dropping low navel saree with backless, sleeveless deep chest cut blouses. At home, she mostly wears sleeveless nighties without any bra. Her huge bulging boobs make her more seductive.

I met Sharmistha at her marriage reception. At that moment, I developed a lustful crush on her. Our house is just next to each other and we can peep each other’s bedroom through our windows. Days and months passed. We just used to look at each other through the window without exchanging any words.

I started following her on Instagram, where she used to upload dancing reels and pics. It used to make my dick erect and salute her sexiness. I also used to post comments on her IG uploads, which she only liked but never replied to.

Her husband was a rich drunkard and good for nothing. At night, I often used to hear her husband abusing her physically. But she never raised the concern due to social concerns.

One day, we both met at a local doctor’s clinic. I had white patches in my hands for which I went to the doctor for consultation. Sharmistha was there as she had a cough and cold. She was wearing a sleeveless red blouse and a white saree.

She was wearing a push-up bra and a tight petticoat, making both her boobs and buttocks bulgy and bouncy. I noticed that even the doctor had a hard time controlling his emotions. It was completely visible from his pants.

The doctor, while checking her with his stethoscope, was trying to run his hands over her boobs and feel her. I don’t blame him because she was something which no man can resist. There were only two patients in the doctor’s clinic.

After checking and prescribing medicines to Sharmistha, the doctor went to the washroom for obvious reasons. If you people can figure it out, let me know the reason in the mail ID mentioned at the end of the story.

When the doctor was away, Sharmistha sat beside me as her cab was a bit far away. That was the first time when I talked to her. In fact, she was the first to ask me what happened to my health. I showed her the white patches on my hand. She replied not to worry, and it would be cured.

Then the doctor came a bit tired, and he did my check-up and prescribed me medicines. By that time, her cab also arrived. She invited me to join her in the cab as my residence was just next to hers.

In the cab, we were sitting at a social distance. But her body smell and her sexiness were making me mad and my dick erect. To avoid this uncomfortable situation, I sat, putting one leg above the other. But she also noticed my erect dick and was smiling.

I also smiled and gathered the courage to ask, “Why don’t you reply to my comments on Instagram?” By that time, our residence had arrived. She said, “I only reply to DMs and not comments,” in a bit seductive way, which left me a bit confused.

As soon as I entered my house, I ran to the washroom and jerked my dick off twice. Once I imagined the smell and moment we were together. The second time, thinking about the soft touch her skin made with me.

At night, I DM her on Instagram. The conversation was as follows:

Me: Hi Boudi!

Sharmistha: Hello

Me: Great, now I understand where to text to get a reply from you!

S: Do you want a reply or something else?

Me: I didn’t get you!

S: C’mon, don’t be so shy. I saw your feelings for me, which was popping out of your pants

Me: Hahaha, did you notice?

S: Yes, everything, your lustful eyes and your uncontrollable dick too!

Me: What can I do, boudi? You are too hot for any man to resist.

S: Don’t mind, even I also want to confess one thing!

Me: Feel free.

S: You know that I am in an abusive marriage situation, and my husband doesn’t care for me at all

Me: Hmmm

S: Even I also have my desires and needs….

Me: Absolutely boudi.

S: I used to love your comments on my post but was a bit shy to make a move.

Me: Never be

S: If you don’t mind, can we hang out in the coming weekend?

I was shocked and overjoyed at the same time. I couldn’t believe what my eyes just saw. I typed: My pleasure.

S: Great, I’ll plan everything accordingly, Good Night

After this conversation, I again ran to the washroom and masturbated.

Finally weekend came. Sharmistha was wearing a normal saree and I was in my t-shirt and jeans.

Me: Boudi, you are looking stunningly hot!

S: But why are you wearing so many clothes? Ultimately, we are going to spend most of our time naked!

And she seductively blinked one eye and pumped my crotch inside the cab. Sharmistha had booked a deluxe room on the outskirts of Kolkata. We both went inside the room. The room was sprayed with jasmine perfume, and there were rose petals on the bed.

I was sitting on the sofa and relaxing when Sharmistha switched on the television. It started playing Emram Hashmi and Tanushree Dutta’s Aashique Banaya Aapne song. She said, “Let us undress ourselves as they did in the song.”

The idea was great. I just got up and slipped my hand in her navel and started the liplock. While passionately kissing each other, I sat on the sofa and she on my lap. I pulled her saree down, opened her blouse, threw it away and again kissed passionately.

She started going towards the wall just like Tanushree Dutta. I also got up and removed my t-shirt and started moving towards her. She was in her bra and dress and was leaning against the wall. I pushed her towards the wall and started kissing her back and neck.

Then she turned around me, and both of our bare bodies touched. A sensational current ran in both of our bodies. We both had goosebumps, and we both started breathing faster. We both were looking into eachother’s eyes and feeling each other’s warmth.

The moment came to a standstill. I was caressing her back, and I unhooked her bra. Then she came back to her senses and hugged me tightly. The bra fell on the ground, and we both fell on the bed, rolling over and kissing each other. I opened my jeans and pulled her petticoat.

Now I was in my underwear, and she was in her pink panty. She said that she had a fantasy of her armpits being sucked. I, being an obedient lover, started fulfilling her wish. I pulled down my shorts. I was completely naked and started licking her armpits.

They taste like butter. While sucking her armpits, I started rubbing my dick against her pussy over the panty only. She started soft moans. But suddenly, she stopped me and pulled out a bottle of Old Monk miniature. She told me to pour the rum and then suck. I was shocked to imagine her fantasy.

I poured the rum and started sucking her armpits and rubbing my dick against her pussy gates. She was reciprocating the same with her soft moans, pulling hairs, and pressing my buttocks. After sucking both her armpits, I sucked her nipples and navel dipped in the rum. We both thoroughly enjoyed it.

Then I removed her panty and turned her around and poured some rum in her ass cracks, and started sucking. It was a different experience altogether because, to date, I have also never sucked any woman’s ass. It was her first experience as well.

After sucking her ass and fingering it, her asshole became a bit wide. It was ready to accept my dick’s invitation. I was looking at her face through the mirror. As soon as I put my dickhead on her ass cracks, she closed her eyes. When I pushed my dick inside her ass, she screamed out.

I started pounding her ass and spanking the same, and she started crying. She was crying out of pain, pleasure or emotion. It is unclear to me to date. After banging her ass for 5 minutes, we both fell exhausted. She started sucking my manly nipples.

When she was sucking my manly nipples, I was pumping her boobs. They were lactating. After sucking my nipples, she pointed my dick in her pussy in a cowgirl position and started the to-and-fro movement. I was also swaying with the motion and moaning.

The room was filled with our body-clapping sounds. While doing the cowgirl position, boudi lost her balance and fell. At the same moment I overturned her and ramped her into the missionary position.

She started abusing me in Bengali, which worked as an energy pill for me. After the missionary position, we both fell beside each other, exhausted and happy. She hugged me in the bed and said that she never enjoyed a session like this in her entire lifetime.

After that, we smoked and left the hotel room happy and satisfied.

I hope you all liked the experience. Request all the readers to read my other experiences, which are already published on this wonderful platform. Please share your feedback at [email protected].

Any ladies out there in Kolkata who want to have a casual hookup, reach me at the mail mentioned above. Thank you.

Doston is kahani mein jaaniye kaisi meri chachi chudi hospital mein.

Abhi pichle maheene June mein main apni chachi ko hospital le gaya tha, kyunki ghar pe koi aur available nahi tha. Hospital mein hum jaldi pahunch gaye the, to hum chachi ke number aane ka wait kar rahe the. Waha pe ek aadmi baitha tha (usne safed topi pehan rakhi thi), jo meri chachi ko baar-baar dekh raha tha, aur smile kar raha tha.

Main apni chachi baare mein bata du. Unka naam Nidhi hai, aur unki height kareeb 5’4″ hogi, aur rang gora hai. Unki sabse khaas baat hai unke chooche, jinka size mere hisaab se 38DD hoga. Unke chooche bahut mote hai doston, aur patli kamar.

Unki gaand zyada badi nahi hai, aur unki age 25-26 saal ki lagti hai, jab ki unki actual age 36 saal hai. Unke do bachhe bhi hai, jo 5 aur 8th class mein padhte hai. To kuch der baad wo meri taraf ungli karke meri chachi se poochta hai-

Wo ladka: Aap inki badi behan ho kya?

Doston meri chachi ko dekh ke sab ko yahi lagega. Uske itna kehte hi meri chachi blush karne lagi, aur bataya ki-

Chachi: Main iski chachi hu.

To wo bola ki: Aapko dekh ke nahi lagta.

Aur fir kuch der unki aise hi casual talks chalne lagi. Usne apna naam Riyaz bataya. Lekin mujhe ye baat achi nahi lagi ki chachi aise hi ek anjaan bande se baat kar rahi thi, to main baahar chala gaya. Uske baad mujhe mere dost ki video call aa gayi, to maine chachi se bola-

Main: Chachi main baahar parking mein car mein baitha hu, aap aa jana.

Kaafi der baad maine rear-view window se dekha ki meri chachi usi aadmi ke sath aa rahi thi. Lekin main ye dekh ke shock ho gaya ki chachi us aadmi ke sath uski car ki taraf jaa rahi thi. To maine chhup ke unka peecha kiya.

Jitne mein main uski gaadi ke paas pahuncha, utne mein un dono ne foreplay start kar diya tha. Uske paas fortuner gaadi thi. Maine peeche wali window se dekha, to wo aadmi meri chachi ko choos raha tha. Ye dekh kar mere hosh udd gaye, kyunki mujhe iski zara bhi umeed nahi thi, ki meri chachi ki chut mein itni garmi hogi ki wo kisi bhi anjaan aadmi se chud jayegi.

Meri chachi us aadmi ka lund uski jeans ke baahar se hila rahi thi, aur wo aadmi uske chooche kurte ke baahar se hi bheench raha tha. Thodi der baad baad Nidhi chachi ne apna kurta utaar diya. Usko bra mein dekh ke mera bhi lund geela ho gaya tha.

Uske chuche bra se bhi baahar aane ko ho rahe the. Aur fir us aadmi ne chachi ki bra bhi nikaal di. Kitne mote chuche the uske, aur wo aadmi fir unhe aam ki tarah choosne laga. Uske baad us aadmi ne apne underwear ke alawa saare kapde utaar diye, aur dobara se Nidhi ko choosne laga.

Fir thodi der baad meri chachi ki panty utaar di. Nidhi ki chut clean shaved thi. Ye dekh kar wo Riyaz pagal sa ho gaya, aur jaldi se apna underwear utara. Doston uska lund sach mein bahut lamba aur mota tha. Main khud use dekh ke hairan ho gaya tha. Mera lund kareeb 5 inch hai. Lekin uska lund lamba hone ke sath-sath mota bhi tha.

Uski badi gaadi hone ki wajah se Nidhi apni dono taange aaram se faila ke baith gayi, aur Riyaz ne uski chut mein ungli ghusa di, aur hilane laga. Nidhi moan karne lag gayi. Uske baad wo neeche jhuka, aur uski chut chaat ke geeli kar di. Uski fingering karne se pach-pach ki awaaz aa rahi thi, aur Nidhi apni dono aankhen band karke aahh aaah kar rahi thi.

Iske baad wo apni seat pe aake baith gaya. Thodi der baad Nidhi ne uska lund pakad ke muh mein le liya, aur choosne lagi. Doston meri raand chachi ek anjaan aadmi se chud rahi thi, ye dekh ke mujhe gussa bhi aa raha tha. Kyunki aise log mujhe pasand nahi. Par sath mein maza bhi aa raha tha.

2-3 minute baad wo uske muh par hi jhad gaya, aur chachi ab uska muth chaat rahi thi. Mere dimaag mein bas yahi chal raha tha ki meri chachi ek anjaan bande ka lund choos rahi thi, jinme se itni badbu aati hai. Nidhi aur Riyaz ne thodi der kiss kari, aur Riyaz ne Nidhi ki chut mein ungli kari. Idhar Nidhi Riyaz ke lund se khel rahi thi.

Fir Nidhi usse kehti: Mere pati ka lund itna bada nahi hai, aur wo jaldi jhad jata hai, jisse mujhe maza nahi aata.

Wo Riyaz ke lund ki tareef kar rahi thi. Saari baatein sun kar Riyaz bola-

Riyaz: Aaj tujhe dikhaunga ki ek asli mard kaise chodta hai.

Aur ab wo gaali-galoch pe utar gaya. Lekin meri chachi ko koi aitraaz nahi tha. Ulta use aur maza aa raha tha. Wo meri chachi se kehta-

Riyaz: Behan ki lodi, aaj tujhe dikhaunga mere lund ki taakat. Tere jaisi maal aurat ki pyaas main bujhaunga aaj.

Thodi der mein jab Riyaz ka lund khada ho gaya, to Nidhi uske upar chadh gayi, aur dono ke muh aamne-saamne the. Nidhi ne upar-neeche dheere-dheere hona start kiya, kyunki uska lund bada tha, aur Nidhi itni aasani se uska lund poora andar le bhi nahi paa rahi thi.

Riyaz uske chuche choos raha tha, aur usne uske chucho pe 2-3 love bites bhi diye. Riyaz ne fir jhatke tez kar diye, jisse Nidhi ki cheekhein nikal gayi thi. Lekin Riyaz ek jaanwar ki tarah bina ruke jhatke diye hi jaa raha tha, aur gaali bhi de raha tha. Nidhi ke chuche upar-neeche hote dekh mera bhi lund charam-seema pe aa gaya tha.

Nidhi ke nange badan pe bas uska mangalsutra tha jispe Riyaz ka muth lag gaya tha, jab Nidhi ne use blowjob di thi. Riyaz use chodte hue ruka, aur uska gala pakad kar use gaaliyan di.

Wo bolta: Saali aaj teri saari pyaas bujha doonga.

Aur ye bol kar chachi ko firse chodna start kar diya. Nidhi ke bikhre baalon ke beech mein sindoor bhi dikh raha tha. Ek sindoor lagaye aurat ko ek anjaan aadmi se chut marwate hue dekh mujhe bhi pata nahi kyun maze aa rahe the, aur wo bhi koi aur nahi meri khud ki chachi.

Nidhi 2-3 baar jhad chuki thi, lekin wo use chode jaa raha tha. Fir kareeb 20 minute ki chudai ke baad Riyaz chachi ki chut mein hi jhad gaya aur Nidhi uske kandho par hi jhadne ki wajah se gir gayi. Chachi ne use apni baahon mein bhar liya.

Uske baad dono usi position mein kiss karne lage, aur main jaldi se apni car mein aake baith gaya. 5 minute baad maine Nidhi ko aate dekha. Wo langdate hue aa rahi thi. Nidhi ke baal bikhre hue the, jinhe wo sawaar bhi rahi thi.

Doston agar aisi kahaniyan aur padhni ho to mail kare [email protected] par.

Hi, I’m Nikhil, a 23-year-old living in a quaint place here in India. My life is filled with the usual hustle. But there’s a special person who brightens my world – my girlfriend, Ananya.

Ananya is a 26-year-old with a presence that effortlessly combines elegance and charm. She has long, wavy hair that falls to her back, often styled with soft waves that frame her face beautifully. Her eyes are deep and expressive, for me, shimmering with a playful spark. That complements her radiant smile.

Her figure is graceful, with curves that highlight her femininity in a subtle yet captivating way. Her behaviour is both nurturing and passionate, making our relationship feel like an adventure. We had great understanding and sex, sharing strong chemistry.

Ananya comes from a family that includes her younger sister, Arya. She is younger, a spirited and lively young girl. Their mother, Radhika, is a striking figure in her own right. After going through a divorce a few years back, Radhika has still managed to retain her elegance and charm.

She is a woman in her late forties with a graceful presence. Her blonde coloured shoulder-length hair is streaked with silver, adding a distinguished touch to her overall look.

Her face is marked by delicate features, including high cheekbones and full, expressive lips that often curve into a thoughtful smile. She has a well-maintained figure that reflects the care she takes in her appearance.

It was a slow Saturday morning, the kind that made the hours lazily for me. The sun’s rays entered my bedroom, golden light across the floor. I rolled over in bed, reaching for my phone. The screen lighting up with a message from Ananya.

It was long. We both had been busy the past few weeks. Between work and family obligations, we hadn’t seen each other much. I could feel the growing distance between us. That’s why, after some thought, I decided to send her a message that morning.

“Hey, my love, it’s been a while since we spent some time together. Why don’t you come over this afternoon? Let’s make it a special day.”

I pressed send, my heart thumping in my chest. The anticipation of being close to her again, of rekindling that spark, filled me with excitement. The idea of an intimate afternoon alone together lingered in my mind, making my pulse race a little faster.

A few moments later, her reply came in. I was expecting a quick affirmation, but her response surprised me. “I’ll be there. But I might come a bit earlier than expected. Hope that’s okay?” I raised an eyebrow at the message, a small grin spreading across my face

I couldn’t help but feel the excitement build as I imagined the afternoon we’d share. I didn’t think much about the message’s slightly different tone. Ananya was known to keep things short sometimes when she was in a hurry. “Of course, come whenever,” I typed back, eager for the day to begin.

The hours passed as I prepared for the afternoon. I cleaned up the place, ensuring everything was perfect for when she arrived. I couldn’t shake the excitement bubbling up inside me. It had been too long since we’d had this kind of time to ourselves.

I could feel the familiar warmth and longing beginning to build within me. The thought of being close to her again made my body tense with anticipation. Finally, the doorbell rang. My heart hit my chest, and I rushed to the door, expecting to see Ananya’s warm, welcoming face on the other side.

But when I turned the door open, my breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t Ananya. It was her mother, Radhika Aunty. Aunty stood there in the doorway, smiling softly, her hands neatly clasped in front of her. She was dressed in a light, flowing kurti that hugged her figure in a way that made her look graceful.

Her blonde tail fell softly over her shoulders, and there was a glint in her eyes. It was as though she knew something I didn’t. For a moment, I stood frozen, completely taken aback. I had been expecting my girlfriend, not her mother. My mind scrambled to make sense of the situation.

Why was she here? Where was Ananya? I cleared my throat, trying to compose myself. “Aunty… I, uh, hi. I wasn’t expecting you. Is everything okay?” She smiled, stepping inside before I could invite her. Her presence was commanding yet comforting like she belonged in the room just as much as I did.

I shut the door behind her, still trying to make sense of what was happening. “I hope I’m not intruding,” she said, her voice smooth, almost teasing. “I just thought I’d drop by and see how you’re doing.” I forced a smile, still feeling a bit uneasy. “No, no. It’s fine. Just a surprise, that’s all.”

My heart was racing for reasons I couldn’t quite pinpoint, and was in undeniable tension in the air, something that hadn’t been there before. We sat down in the living room, and I did my best to hide my nervousness. This wasn’t how I had expected the afternoon to go. I couldn’t help but feel a little flustered.

Aunty had always been kind and always treated me well, but this was different.

I struggled to find my voice, awkwardly attempting to steer the conversation. “So,  Ananya isn’t with you?” She shook her head, leaning back on the couch with a relaxed ease that only made me feel more on edge.

“No, she’s busy today,” she replied. There was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “But I thought I’d come instead.”

I blinked, trying to process her words. “I see… Well, it’s nice to see you, of course.”

There was a pause, a heavy silence that hung between us as if the room itself was holding its breath. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that there was more to this visit than just a casual drop-by. As we chatted, I noticed something unusual with Aunty.

Her smile lingered longer than normal; her eyes seemed to follow me more closely than they ever had before. Her words, too, felt more suggestive, though she kept everything light, almost playful. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was imagining things or if there was something more happening beneath the surface.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned forward, my curiosity getting the better of me. “Aunty, is there… any particular reason you came by today?”

She hesitated, her fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she considered her next words. Then, she looked directly at me, her gaze intense and unwavering. “Would you mind if I was honest with you about something? Something personal?”

My pulse quickened at her words, the sudden shift in the atmosphere making me tense. I didn’t know what she was about to say. But I could sense that it was something serious, something that might change the dynamic between us forever.

“Of course,” I replied, trying to sound calm, even though my heart was racing.

She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. “I know this might come as a shock to you, but… I’ve developed feelings for you.”

I felt like the floor had dropped out from beneath me. I blinked, unsure if I had heard her correctly. “Aunty, I… I’m not sure what to say.”

She smiled softly, though I could see the vulnerability in her expression. “I know it’s unexpected. I never planned for this to happen. But over time, I’ve grown fond of you. More than I should have.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I could feel the weight of them pressing down on me, and I struggled to find the right response. Aunty had always been like family to me, someone I respected, someone I looked up to. But now, standing before me, she wasn’t just Ananya’s mother.

She was a woman, vulnerable and open in a way I had never seen before. “I don’t know what to say, Aunty,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her expression softening. “I don’t expect you to say anything. I just… needed to tell you. I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

Her honesty caught me off guard. There was no pre-tension, no games, just raw, unfiltered emotion. And as much as I wanted to deny it, I couldn’t ignore the emotions building inside me. She was an incredibly attractive woman.

The idea that she felt something for me, something more than just familial affection, put me in confusion and excitement. She took a step closer, her eyes locked on mine. “I know it’s wrong,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “But I can’t help the way I feel.”

Something was intoxicating about her vulnerability, the way she had opened herself up to me so completely. I could feel the tension between us growing, a silent pull that seemed to draw us closer with each passing second.

She hesitated for a moment, then continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “This morning, I saw the message you sent to Ananya.” My heart skipped a beat. So that’s how she found out.

“I wasn’t trying to invade her privacy,” she added as if reading my thoughts. “But her phone was there, and I… I saw it.”

I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but before I could respond, she reached out, placing a hand on my arm. The touch was soft and gentle. “When I saw the message, I felt something… something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through me, though I tried to push it away, reminding myself of the boundaries between us. But those boundaries felt more fragile now like they were slowly dissolving in the heat of the moment.

“I know you might think I’m just some older woman, and maybe I am,” she said softly, her eyes searching mine. “But I haven’t felt this way in so long. I just… I wanted you to know.”

I could feel the tension in the room rising. Her confession had opened a door that neither of us had expected. Now, we were both standing on the threshold, unsure of what lay on the other side. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood there, staring into her eyes, trying to process everything.

Ananya’s mother, Aunty, had just confessed feelings for me, feelings that seemed to have grown beyond mere affection. The tension between us was palpable, like a storm about to break. Her hand was still resting lightly on my arm, felt warmer now, more intimate.

My mind was racing. I should have been shocked, but there was something undeniably magnetic about the way she was looking at me. Her vulnerability mixed with the undeniable allure of her presence.

“Aunty…” I whispered, my voice trailing off as I struggled to find the right words. “I… I don’t know how to react, what to say.”

She stepped a little closer, her gaze unwavering. There was a quiet intensity in her eyes, something that made me feel both excited and uncertain. I had never imagined her in this way, but now, standing so close to her, it was impossible to ignore the pull between us.

“You don’t have to say anything,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with meaning. “I just wanted to be honest. I couldn’t keep pretending that I didn’t feel something for you.”

Her words hung in the air, and I could feel the room growing warmer, the space between us shrinking with every breath. I could sense the unspoken desires that had built up between us, simmering just beneath the surface. This wasn’t just a conversation anymore. It was something deeper, something more dangerous.

“Aunty, I…” I tried again, but she interrupted me gently, her hand sliding down my arm, sending a shiver through me.

“Call me by my name, Radhika, okay,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I think it’s time we drop the formalities, don’t you?”

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Radhika,” I said softly, testing the feel of her name on my tongue. It felt strange at first, almost too intimate, but the way her eyes lit up when I said it made my pulse quicken even more.

She smiled, a slow, knowing smile and took another step closer. Closing the distance between us until I could feel the warmth of her body just inches away from mine. My breath caught in my throat as her scent filled the air, sweet and intoxicating.

I found myself torn between wanting to step back and being unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing me in. “You must think I’m crazy,” she said. Her voice was barely more than a whisper now. “A woman my age… feeling this way about someone younger, someone who’s supposed to be with my daughter.”

Her words were laced with guilt, but there was something else there, too, something raw, something unspoken. I could see it in her eyes, the way they flickered with desire even as she tried to hold back.

It was as if she was fighting an internal battle. She was torn between what she knew was wrong and what her heart or maybe something deeper was telling her to do.

“I don’t think you’re crazy,” I said quietly, surprising myself with the steadiness in my voice. “I just… I didn’t expect this.”

“Neither did I,” she admitted, her fingers brushing against my hand in a way that made my skin tingle. “But sometimes, things happen, and we can’t control them.”

With her words, I found myself drawn into the moment, the tension between us growing stronger with every passing second. I could feel my resolve weakening, my thoughts clouding as the pull of her presence became impossible to resist.

Radhika’s hand, still resting on my arm, slid slowly up to my shoulder, her touch lingering in a way that made my breath hitch. She was close now, so close. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the soft fabric of her kurti brushing against my skin.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of hesitation and longing. “But I can’t stop myself.”

I swallowed hard, trying to regain control of the situation, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Her confession, her touch, the intensity of the moment, it was all too much. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

But my body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to the unspoken desires that had been awakened. “I don’t know what to do,” I admitted, my voice strained. “This is… complicated.”

Radhika smiled softly, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of my shoulder. “Sometimes, it doesn’t have to be complicated,” she said quietly. “Sometimes, we just need to follow what we feel.”

Her words hung in the air, thick with meaning. I felt myself being pulled further into the moment. The logical part of my brain was screaming at me to stop, to walk away. But my body was betraying me, responding to the heat of her presence, the way her fingers lingered on my skin.

Without thinking, I found myself reaching out, my hand brushing against hers. It was a small gesture, but the electricity that shot through me at the contact was undeniable. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked up at me. Her eyes were dark with something deeper, something more primal.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The kind that could only come from years of unspoken attraction finally bubbling to the surface. The logical part of me knew that this was wrong. I knew that we were crossing a line we could never uncross, but the pull between us was too strong to ignore.

Radhika moved closer, her lips inches from mine. I could feel the heat of her breath against my skin. My heart pounded in my chest. For a split second, everything else faded away, the thoughts of Ananya, the guilt, the confusion.

At that moment, it was just the two of us, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that neither of us could control.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “But I can’t stop myself.”

I didn’t know how to respond. My mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts, but the physical pull between us was too strong to deny. I could feel her hand sliding down my chest, her touch light but deliberate. I knew that we were on the edge of something that couldn’t be undone.

She looked up at me. Her eyes searched mine for a moment as if she were waiting for some confirmation. I could see the hesitation in her gaze, the guilt mixing with the desire. But before I could say anything, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my cheek in a soft, almost tentative kiss.

My breath hitched at the contact. Her kiss was light, barely more than a whisper of a touch. But it sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting something inside. I could feel the heat rising between us, the tension building with every second that passed.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. “I don’t know if we should be doing this,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Neither did I, but at that moment, the line between right and wrong was blurring, dissolving under the weight of the emotions between us.

“I don’t know either,” I whispered back, my voice thick with desire. “But I can’t stop.”

For a moment, we stood there in silence, the only sound of our breathing. Then, slowly, cautiously, I leaned in. My lips brushed against hers in a kiss that was hesitant at first but quickly deepened into something more. Something we both knew we shouldn’t be doing but couldn’t resist.

Her hands found their way to my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her touch seeping through my shirt. My own hands moved instinctively to her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the softness of her body pressing against mine.

The kiss grew more intense, more desperate as if we were both trying to drown out the voices in our heads telling us to stop. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of her body against mine, the tension between us igniting like a spark.

But then, just as quickly as it had started, she pulled back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “We can’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “This isn’t right.”

I nodded, trying to catch my breath, but the truth was, I didn’t want to stop. The pull between us was too strong, the emotions too intense. But I resisted myself as I wanted to respect her emotions. As we pulled away, breathless and caught in the overwhelming intensity of the moment, the room seemed to grow still.

Radhika stood before me, her face a mixture of guilt, desire, and uncertainty. Her eyes flickered with emotions she was struggling to contain. I could sense the internal battle she was facing. While torn between her senses, she left my place.

To be continued.

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Hello everyone, hope you remember me. I am Rohit, and you should remember my Mom, Sujata, too. She is 38 years old and with a sexy slutty figure of 34D-30-36. We have been fucking each other since a burning desire of lust sparked between us.

My Mom loves to be dominated and used in a nasty way. My Dad failed to do so, as he is a gentle soul. But I, on the other hand, got my Mom’s genes in sex and always wanted to be in command.

I want the one I am fucking to be submissive to me and allow me to use them like a dump slut. My Mom loves it, too and surrenders herself to me completely. I dominate and humiliate her, and she loves it a lot.

Last night I still remember how my Mom came to my room after my Dad slept. She pulled my shorts down and started to lick my balls till my dick rose to the top. Once my dick was pointed to the fan above, my Mom sniffed my balls.

I winked at my Mom and asked if we could try something that we never did. She said she is ready and she is my slut to be used. I directed her to raise my dick towards my stomach.

She did, and then I asked her to lick the line that was on my balls, starting from the bottom. The line started from my asshole, and that made my Mom more kinky. She smiled and went between my legs.

I spread my legs wide and moaned as her tongue brushed over my hairy asshole. I then caught my Mom’s hair before she came up to my balls licking. I asked my Mom if she ever licked my Dad’s asshole.

She said she didn’t lick, and I asked how do you feel looking at my asshole. She said it was all hairy. I asked her to smell it and tell me how it smells. She smiled, and with a naughty look, she placed her nose over my asshole.

Her breath tickled me, and I gasped. She told me it was a different odour. I asked if she could tell me how it tastes. She smiled and went between my legs. With her tongue out, she licked my asshole.

I trembled and held her hair tightly. I started to like it as my Mom started to lick my asshole and stroke my dick with one hand. She licked my asshole, making it all wet and tried to poke her tongue into my asshole.

I was in pleasure and moaning while my Mom licked and stroked me for a good 15 minutes, after which I pulled her on me. I kissed her lips and said she is the best Mom any son can have.

Raising her nightie, I made her sit on me and ride. She rode me till both of us exploded together and then left my room. She slept peacefully beside Dad. I slept nude with both our juices all over my dick, stomach and bed.

I started to love my Mom more as she was always there to satisfy my sex hunger. My friends started to notice that I was so happy. They started to ask me why. I casually replied that my Mom was taking good care of me.

That’s when the topic changed towards my Mom. One of my friends commented, “Yes, bro, aunt has a beautiful smile.”

“Even she is hot among all our Moms,” another friend of mine commented. I said, “Stop it, guys. All our Moms are of the same age, so there is nothing special about my Mom.”

“No, we won’t agree,” said one of my friends. He took his mobile out, showing his Mom’s pic. He said, “Look at my Mom. She looks old for her age, but your Mom doesn’t look old. In fact, she looks hot among all our Moms.”

All 4 of us looked at his face in shock. He noticed it said, “It’s true, why don’t you all show your Mom’s pics and then decide.” We all agreed and pulled out our mobiles and displayed our Mom’s pic.

I showed them the pic of my Mom, where she was wearing a yellow saree with a black blouse. She had flowers in her hair and was smiling with a mangalsutra on display. It’s her side view pic. It is also giving a good view of her waist which was dusky in color.

The saree could not completely cover her navel, and some part of her navel was visible, too. All my friends are all over my phone, zooming my Mom’s pics, making her side boob look clear. I didn’t notice earlier. But as they zoomed in, I could see the white bra my Mom wore beneath a black blouse.

It gave me an instant erection, and I knew even my friends had it too. Now, it was declared my Mom was the hottest among the group. They teased me if I had some moments like touching her waist and other parts. I was like I owned her in my mind.

But I said, “No, she is a good woman, so pious and loyal to my Dad.” They believed it. I know from that day they might have masturbated thinking about her.

3 months after this incident, one morning, I woke up and saw my Dad had already left for the office. My Mom was getting ready, and she was wearing a white saree. I noticed when she was about to put on her pallu that her cleavage was visible and her poking nipples too.

I went to my Mom and caught her nipples. I asked her why she was not wearing a bra. She slapped my face slowly and said, “Someone tore them every time I wore a bra at home when he was around. He wants my boobs to be free and swing while I walk around him.”

That’s when I remembered that I tore 4 bras when she wore them at home. I said we would go shopping in the evening and get some new bras. My friend Vikas, the one who said that my Mom is the sexiest, owns a clothes shop. I could get some new bras for Mom at a discount.

So when I was in college I told my friend Vikas that I would be coming to his shop in the evening along with my Mom. Listening to that, he was so happy that his face glowed when I mentioned my Mom. He was happy and said he would be waiting for us. In the evening, we started on my bike.

My Mom was wearing a kurti, which was light blue. Her matching leggings were showing her well-shaped thighs and ass. It was hard looking at her. I saw that she wore a slip, and a kinky idea came to my mind. I told my Mom to remove the slip that she wore.

My Mom, in shock, asked me, “Why, da?” I told her that we were going to buy new bras and that wearing a slip would cause a delay in checking the bra size.

But my Mom said she already knew the size. I said that’s before when Dad was using them. But they might have grown after I started playing with them. My Mom laughed and said that I was right.

She removed it, and we started to go to the shop on my bike. My friend’s shop is in an area where all the wholesale things are sold. We need to travel almost 4-5kms to reach. Looking at my Mom’s boobs jiggle as we started, I was turned on.

On the way, seeing the roads empty, I got a naughty thought and placed my Mom’s hand over my bulge. My Mom pulled off her hand, but I pleaded, “Please play with my dick till we reach.” My Mom said that it’s too risky and I need to concentrate on driving now.

I stopped the bike beside a huge tree and looked on either side of the road. I saw no one was there, so I took my Mom behind the tree. I pleaded with my Mom to give me a blowjob in the open. But my Mom was not ready, so I pulled my dick out and placed it in her hand.

She was scared yet started to stroke my dick. I threw her dupatta and started to press her boobs. My Mom started to get horny and was moaning. I placed my hand on my Mom’s pussy and felt its wetness. I pulled her leggings down and found that she wore a yellow thong.

I bought some thongs for my Mom, which only covers the pussy lips in the front. I ordered her to wear only them. I pushed the part that covered her pussy lips, and it was all wet already. I was rubbing my Mom’s pussy with my fingers, and she started to stroke my dick harder.

I moaned, “Mom, I want to fuck you here.” Mom was scared as it was risky. I ask her to help me cum then. She came closer and started to rub my dick on her wet pussy lips. It was so soft, and I was playing with her boobs and hard nipples.

She was stroking and rubbing. After a few minutes, I was grunting as I was about to cum. My Mom immediately sat down and took my dick in her mouth. I cum into her mouth, which she drank happily. We started back to the shop.

It was already 7:00 PM. One of my Dad’s friends saw us and asked what we were doing there. I told him that the bike had some trouble. When we reached the shop Vikas was so happy to welcome us in.

I asked why there was no one in the shop. He told us that the shop closes by 7:30, and he is just waiting for us to keep it open.

Did my Mom get the bra she wanted or did Vikas give something else to my Mom? Did she accept what Vikas gave? What did Vikas do to my Mom? Is she a pious and loyal Mom after that shopping? I will let you know in the next part.

Please let me know your thoughts on my sexy, dusky Mom Sujata in my email [email protected]. Bye.

Hi readers. First of all, thank you so much for the amazing response to my previous story. All the events described in this series are true except for the names and other personal details. Let’s continue from where I left off.

Let me start by re-introducing the characters of this story:
Sky (Myself): I’m a 28-year-old working professional in Delhi/NCR. I stand 5 ft 9 inches tall with average body type, fair skin and a tool of 6 inches in length and 2.5 inches in diameter.

Tej (The Student Counsellor): She’s 25 years of, a young, aspiring woman working as a student counsellor at a reputed institute of Delhi dealing in overseas courses. With a whitish complexion, she has a figure of 34C-30-32 and she works out regularly. She has zero belly fat (no abs, though).

Now, continuing from where I left:

After she reached her home, Tej didn’t reply to my texts or calls. She was evidently mad at me. I felt like I messed up a big time. But at the same time, various thoughts were running through my mind, like, “I know she’s way too out of my league, but what if it really was her first time?”

“Should I have gone for her request to fuck without condoms?”

“Is she ever coming back?”

“Did I miss an opportunity of a lifetime?” and so on.

The next day also, she kept me hanging, didn’t revert to my texts nor did she take my calls. A day later, she texted me:

Tej: Hey.

Me: Hey! Where have you been? Why weren’t you taking my calls or replying to my texts?

Tej: I was, actually, I am really mad at you.

Me: But why babe? What happened? What did I do?

Tej: You told me that I was forcing myself on you.

Me: You were too adamant to allow me to put the condoms on! And the way you dominated me felt amazing. I am having a boner right now, just thinking about the other day.

Tej: Hmmm.

I clicked a picture of my boner over the trousers and sent her a ‘View Once’ picture over WhatsApp.

Me: See it for yourself.

Tej: Looks delicious, but I didn’t even get a chance to kiss him. And to clarify, I was not forcing myself on you. I was way too horny and turned on to let you go.

Me: And now my boner is twitching. It’s hard for me to hide it in the office, yaar. I am literally hiding it by placing my laptop on it.

Tej: Too bad that you didn’t get to relieve it.

Me: Come over and help me, naa, please.

Tej: I am not coming. You will push me away this time as well.

Me: So, you still don’t want to do it with the condoms?

Tej: Not at all. I don’t want my first time to feel like plastic. I want to feel it real and raw.

Me: Okay, but I’ll get pills for you. Are you okay with that?

Tej: Of course I am! I don’t want to get pregnant at the age of 25. It’s not like I am planning to marry you or something.

Me: Of course not! So, when are we meeting?

Tej: I can come tomorrow morning if you are free.

Me: But I have work tomorrow.

Tej: Take a sick leave, naa. I’ll also bunk my office for you.

Me: Okay, done. I’ll buy the pills on my way home today.

Tej: Okay naughty, see you both in a few hours then!

Me: Both?

Tej: You and your voluptuous monster, you dumbo.

Me: Ahh, okay, okay. We both will be waiting. Let me also shave today.

Tej: But I love your beard.

Me: I was not talking about the beard, though. (wink, wink)

Tej: Ohh, Yes, please trim so that there is less friction and more fun.

Me: Would you like to taste him as well?

Tej: Shut up, let me work and see you tomorrow at your place. Goodbye till then!

Me: Bye, see you soon.

After that, I left work, bought an I-pill on my way home, removed my clothes and went for the shower. I also shaved my crotch area clean and had my dinner. I had trouble sleeping because there was a mixed feeling of guilt and excitement.

“What if it’s not her first time, and all she wants is to pass me the STD?”

“What if she really is a virgin, and I go to pop the cherry that too without the condoms?”

These were the thoughts crossing my mind as the night grew darker. I don’t know when I dozed off to sleep. I woke up at around 9:00 AM. I called my manager to call in sick. Then, I texted Tej and enquired about the plan. She told me that she’d take a cab to my apartment and would reach by 11:15 AM.

I then got up and did my daily chores. I cooked myself breakfast and then checked the time. It was around 10. I didn’t know how to kill the rest of the time, so I started watching some web series on Netflix. I got a call from Tej at around 11 that she’ll be reaching in 5 minutes.

I climbed down the stairs to receive her and then her cab arrived. My heart was racing as if it would explode. She came out of the car and was looking insanely gorgeous. She was wearing a white formal shirt with top 2 buttons undone. A small section of her milky white 34C breasts’ cleavage was visible.

Her shirt was too tight. It appeared as if her breasts would come out, tearing down the buttons. Black trousers and black heels, along with red lipstick and eyeliner. I involuntarily just hugged her tightly as soon as I saw her. Her breasts were crushing onto my chest, which gave me an instant boner.

As we parted, she said, “I believe I just hugged both of you.” To which I replied, “And I hugged all three of you, haha!” As we entered the room, she just pinned me against the door and started eating my lips out like a hungry bitch. She didn’t even give me time to put the latch on the door.

I somehow managed to lock the door while kissing her. Our lips were in each other’s mouths. We were literally feasting on each other’s saliva, and our tongues were wrestling. She removed her heels while kissing me, held me by my collar, and dragged me to the bedroom.

Then, she pushed me onto the bed and didn’t even give me time to realise what was happening. Oh Gosh! I love dominating women, and she knew it. She removed my Polo T-shirt. I ws just going with the flow and put my hands up and lifted my back to assist her.

She again started charging on me by kissing my lips, then she moved to my neck and then started licking my nipples. I am very sensitive around my nipples, so I tried pushing her. But, it was of no use. She held my hand tight and started biting my nipples. Now, she undid my belt and unzipped my pants.

I helped her remove my pants. Now, I was just in my underwear and she was wearing all of her clothes. I started unbuttoning her shirt while she was still on top of me. I undid her shirt and threw it away. She was wearing a white bra underneath, and her boobs were eager to come out of it.

I held her by her waist, pulled her closer to me, and started kissing her passionately. Her breasts were crushed on my naked chest, and our tongues were fighting in each other’s mouths. I unhooked her bra and released her breasts.

Now her perky nipples were poking into my chest. We were too engrossed in kissing each other like passionate lovers. Now, I flipped her and pinned her down. I kissed her neck, nibbled her earlobes and all she could do was to maon to her topmost voice.

Now, I started kneading her milky white breasts with my one hand and swirled my tongue around her nipples. I was kissing her breasts, kneading her but not even touching her nipples. She became restless and held my hair and put my mouth on her nipples.

I started sucking the life out of her breasts while kneading the other one. She was going crazy.

Tej: Ahhh, fuck… um yes. A little slower, naa, it’s hurting. Ouch!

Then I started kissing her navel and putting my tongue in it. She started moaning and unbuttoned her jeans and removed them. Now, both of us were just in our underwear. I went further down and started kissing her knees. I was licking her knees and slowly moved my tongue upwards on her thighs.

Now, I was kissing and licking her thighs, inner thighs. Then, I planted a soft kiss on her panties. She smelled really nice down there. I came upwards and gave her a nice smooch once again. Now again, I slowly started kissing her neck.

I then reached for her panties, leaving a kiss trail all over her breasts, stomach and navel. I removed her panties with my hands and started kissing her around her inner thighs. I started teasing her and started kissing around her pubic area. She was trembling and moaning.

Tej: Ah. Please stop it. Fuck me already. Ummm, you will kill me today. Ahhhh fuck me. Fuck me, please, Sky!

Now, I moved my tongue around her clitoris and started simulating it with my tongue. Then, I slowly inserted my tongue inside her pussy. I moved my tongue inside her in a to-and-fro motion while fingering her clitoris.

Tej was crying in pleasure and also biting her lips in between. She was also massaging her breasts with her hands. She was on cloud nine! She crossed her legs and pushed my head more inside her pussy.

Tej: Sky, you are too good at this! Please don’t stop! Ahh! Yes! Please don’t stop! I am about to cum. Ahh! What’s happening to me?

After listening to her, I also inserted the thumb of my right hand into her love hole. Now, I was moving my tongue in a circular and up-and-down motion. My thumb moving in to and fro motion inside her love hole. Her thighs started shaking, and she clenched her asshole.

She released her juices in the next couple of seconds, and I drank it all. But I didn’t stop. I continued the cunnilingus, and within 2-3 minutes, she came again. But I continued until I lost catch of my breath. Until I was done eating her, she had already had multiple orgasms.

I lay beside her and asked how it was. She responded by kissing me and licking her cum off my mouth and face. She literally squirted all over my face, and now she was cleaning it with her tongue. Now she slowly moved her hands towards my underwear and started stroking my dick over it.

I was so pumped up with the entire act. I came inside my underwear within a minute or so. Now, she removed my underwear and cleaned it with a tissue.
She slowly came on top of me and started kissing me yet again. Our salivas were mixed up in each other’s mouths.

Her breasts were being crushed on my chest. I was pressing them hard, pinching her nipples. My dick was ready for action in no time. I could feel the warmth of her pussy over my dick while she was kissing me. She again lifted her ass, adjusted her pussy on my tip and was about to enter. But I stopped her.

Tej: Not again yaar, Sky. I am having the best time of my life. Please don’t spoil the mood.

Me: Are you sure you want to do it without condoms?

Tej: 100%! I want to feel you raw. I want to feel the warmth of your juices inside my body.

Me: Okay, open that envelope kept beside you.

She took the envelope and took the lube out of it. She took the lube in her palms and massaged it on my dick. She spat on my dick as well while massaging it and looked like a real porn star. Then she came over me, positioned herself over my dick and came forward.

We started kissing again. That day, we kissed so much that my lips were swollen and sore! Her breasts were crushed on my chest, and she gave a light push to her ass. My hands held her ass tightly. Gosh, they were buttery smooth! I smacked her ass.

I could feel that I still hadn’t entered her other than my tip. She was already in so much pain. She had closed her eyes tightly and was screaming in pain. I kept my dick in that position and held her ass so that she doesn’t move it. I was confused yet again.

Is she acting like it is paining, or is it actually her first time? I slowly started pushing her ass towards my dick. Really slow, maybe just a centimetre. She bit my lips in pain, and my lips started bleeding. I then again pushed my dick inside her pussy a little more until my entire dick was inside her.

She really was too tight for my dick. It was really very painful for me as well. Now, both of us were screaming in pain, but also, lust took over. She slowly started riding me at the slowest pace possible. In about the next 7-8 minutes, I felt like I was about to cum.

She was not stopping, and my dick was burning in pain. In the next 30-40 seconds, I unloaded myself inside her pussy. She was also exhausted, so she collapsed on my chest while my dick was still inside her pussy. We rested in the same position for a while, and then I flipped her and pinned her down.

I slowly removed my dick which was paining as if it got severely injured. As soon as I removed my dick, there was blood all over my dick and Tej’s pussy. Well, she really was a virgin, after all. But I was pretty sure that even my dick got a bleeder in the process.

I cleaned both of our private parts with the tissue. I actually used plenty of tissue as there was a lot of blood. After cleaning up, I lay beside Tej. She hugged me tight. We shared a kiss again, and my dick started rising again! Let me tell you guys, it was a painful erection.

I suddenly felt the urge to relieve myself. So I broke the kiss, excused Tej and went to the loo. As soon as I started urinating, it felt like fire was getting out of my dick. There was this burning sensation and too damn hurting. I came to the room again. Tej was lying all naked with a smile and exhausted eyes.

She pulled me closer and gave me a peck on my lips. “It was amazing, Sky,” she said. I kissed her back. She pinned me down yet again and said, “Let me return the favour.” She started kissing my pubic area and then suddenly took my dick in her mouth and started licking it.

She wasn’t an expert, but she was good at it for a fresher. She started blowing me, and now, there was a mixed feeling of pain and ecstasy. A few minutes into the blowjob, I held her by her hair and pulled her face towards me. We shared a passionate kiss, and I told her:

Sky: As much as I loved the efforts put in by you for this blowjob. It is really very painful. I am in no condition to continue this today. Maybe some other day!

Tej: I can understand. Even my pussy is burning right now. I don’t think I will be able to even walk properly for a few days. But I loved every part of what we shared today and looking forward to doing it all over again and again and again.

Saying this, she started teasing me by kissing and licking my nipples and chest.

After that, we ordered food and ate it. I gave her the contraceptive pill and made sure she swallowed it (for peace of mind). Then, I helped her get dressed up. I love dressing my partner after sex.

Then, I booked her a cab to her home. As soon as the driver arrived, we kissed once again and hugged, and then we bid goodbye.

Well, that was it for this part. In the next part, I will tell you about the other encounter. Do not forget to shower me with your emails along with the feedback. My email id is [email protected].

Also, if any Woman/Girl/Couple around Delhi/ NCR want to explore their fantasies, feel free to contact me.

I had returned from the hostel for summer break. I had gone for about 8 months for my college degree. My father, mother, and I are in our family. My father works near home in his office. He was very busy at work and could not pick me up from the hostel for home. I reached home about 6 pm in the evening and my mother had been waiting for me from the start of the day.

I rang the bell and the door opened. My mom hugged me very fondly. I had also been missing her. She took my luggage and asked me about my journey. Our home has two bedrooms. One I use and the other my parents.

After dinner, my mother insisted that I go and sleep together with them as my room’s electric connection had cut down, and the heat was very high. After too many arguments, I agreed to sleep in her room. My father called me and I came to know that he would come by tomorrow night. At about 10 pm, I went to bed. After half an hour, mom came to the room after locking the main gate.

She always wears a nightie at home. But that day, she wore a saree (Indian traditional cloth). I asked why mom was wearing a full saree at home in this heat. She said all the nighties were in a bucket for washing. I wore a tracksuit and a t-shirt.

Then we both went to sleep with a white bed sheet on our feet. Mom started asking about my hostel life. I said everything was going well. She had been feeling uncomfortable. Mom said if she was alone she would have slept in a blouse (on a bra) and a petticoat (under a saree).

I said: Then mom, you should remove the saree (seeing her uneasy).

Mom, after much hesitation, removed the saree and threw it to the corner as she had been willing to do for a long time due to the heat. She also told me that I should wear half shorts instead of full.

I said: Mom, I have not brought any half pants.

Mom asked if I was wearing underwear under my pants. I tried to fasten to end the conversation as I hesitated to talk about my underwear with my mom. I said, “Yeah.”

Then mom asked me to remove my pants as she could see I was in the same state as her. I upright refused, but mom smilingly said what shame in front of mother and how she had seen me naked from childhood.

In my mind, I said: That is not the same anymore.

I confronted her for about 10 minutes, but mom really insisted, and then I said okay. I had to wear red half underwear. But when I started to remove my pants, my penis pumped a bit. I backed my mom to hide my boner and quickly came to bed after throwing my pants and it just landed on the saree.

Then I pulled up the bed sheet up to my waist. Mom was also having her petticoat covered. Then she asked why I had become so shy, and I replied there was nothing like that. She said that I should not shy in front of her own mother and I nodded to her word.

We had removed our clothes but it was not sufficient as the heat was very high. We were not able to sleep and were just changing sides. After half an hour, mom started to ask if I was feeling alright, and I said, “Not much.” Mom murmured that if she did not sleep, she would have a headache in the morning. I felt bad that my mom was not able to sleep. Then she asked me if there was any way to fall asleep.

After some thought, I replied, “You have to release some relaxing hormones, and you will perhaps be able to sleep”.

Mom asked, “How to do that?”

I said: I am unable to tell you that.

Mom curiously asked: Why?

Then I replied: It’s somewhat hard.

Mom said: What is so difficult to tell me? I am willing to do everything you will tell me to be able to sleep.

Then I took a deep breath and said: Mom, listen, do not be angry at me or yell at me.

Mom said: No, I promise I will not.

I finally said: You have to have an or. g. asm.

Mom irritatedly told me to say it clearly.

I said: Okay, if you want to hear, then listen. You have to have an orgasm.

And saying this, I bit my lip out of embarrassment. I thought she would scold me hard. After some silence from both sides, mom said –

Mom: Okay, but the thing is…

I was surprised but eagerly asked: What, mom?

I apologized to mom for having started a talk like this. But she assured me not to feel sorry because, as per her, she forced me to talk about it. I then gathered some courage and asked what she was ashamed to tell, and mom whispered, “I cannot”.

Then I came to know that she was not able to orgasm for a long time. I could hear a depressed voice. I asked about dad. She said they tried, but mom did not want to upset dad, so she did not tell him, and every time, she faked it. After some of this talk, mom suddenly felt a bit shy and said she was sorry to tell me this.

I firmly held her hand and told her not to feel sorry. Then I became bold and said I would make it happen.

Mom asked: How can you make this happen?

I told her that I would make her orgasm. Hearing those words, mom took her hand away from me.

I said: Mom, you said not to feel shy, and you are feeling this way.

Mom said: It is not right.

I said: I just want to help you.

Mom said: But…

I said: What ‘but’ mom?

Mom said: Fine, I understand that you want to help me. But you have just turned 19. If you keep aside the fact that you are my son, then also you will not be able to make me cum.

I said: Why are you doubting me?

Mom firmly said: Your dad cannot do it; how can you do it, having a small age and size?

I argued about why she said that. Then I asked mom if she had seen my penis and she said no.

“Then how did you assume it to be small?” I asked mom.

She did not say anything.

“Mom, I am your son,” and saying so, I lifted the bed sheet. My dick was in a dom shape in my underwear.

Mom was somewhat surprised to see my dick and jokingly asked how I made it so big. I asked mom if she would permit me to show her, and it was much bigger than it was shown then.

Mom said: Okay, if you want to try. But it is for tonight only and it will remain between us.

I said: I promise, mom.

Then I took out my dick through the underwear hole. I put some saliva on my dick to make it pump.

Mom said just a word, “Wow.” I thanked mom and told her not to be shy.

Mom asked: Okay, it is for the first and last time.

Then she grabbed my dick. Her bangles started to make a sound as she slowly stroked it. Mom said she would first try to make me cum because if I would cum in the middle, she would have to bear the pain of being unsatisfactory.

I said: Mom, you can try, but I promise you to make you orgasm.

Mom began to stroke harder and finally, she took it in her mouth.

I said: Mom, can I play with you?

She nodded: Of course.

I started to touch her boobs which were hanging as I could see mom’s cleavage. The sweat was so high that mom’s nipples had left a mark on her blouse. I asked her which color bra she was wearing, and she replied, “Blue.” I wonder if she was matching the color panty. Mom said although she had agreed to fuck, she was very shy in front of her son. I tried to comfort her by kissing her neck.

Mom moaned: Oh, please.

I heard her first moan. Then we mutually agreed that I would fuck under her petticoat. She was sucking my balls and the tip of my asshole. When mom said she loved the smell, I took my two legs upward and showed her a full view of my ass. Mom suddenly got more excited and started to lick my ass and asked if I wanted to cum. It was fine.

Me: Don’t worry mom, the last one to cum will be me.

She smiled and asked if I wanted to taste her. I said, “Yeah”. Then she turned and sat near my face covered with her petticoat. It was the first time I saw my mom’s private parts. I sniffed my mom’s pussy first and slowly set her panty aside. It was very wet, and when I asked her about it, she said it was sweat. But when I insisted on telling the truth, she said –

Mom: Yes, I am wet for you.

I was not expecting this answer, and hearing that, I put my tongue in her cunt. After a minute, she could not resist and asked to lick her deep. Then I put her waist encircled by my hands firmly and started to suck her like nothing. Mom went crazy and started to moan louder.

Then I did the same with her as she had done with me ten minutes ago. Like mom like son, I put my tongue into her asshole, and her hole was smelling so lewd with sweat. I put in some saliva and then smelled it. It was like I was in heaven, but I did not climax. After two minutes, my mother could not control more and said the golden words, “Fuck me”.

I asked her, “Are you sure?”, to confirm.

She strongly said: Just fuck me and keep your promise.

She wanted to me initiate. I told her to sit on my belly so I could start to fuck her seeing her face. Then she lifted her petticoat and came to sit sliding with my dick making my dick throbbing with her panty. Mom asked if I needed lube but I said she was wet enough. Mom became shy and told me not to talk like that. I told her that I genuinely wanted to make her orgasm and so she also had to co-operate.

Mom said: Okay, say all the nasty things to your mom.

To be continued.

Hello friends, mera naam hai Shivam Dubey aur main Madhya Pradesh ka rehne wala hu. Mere Pitaji fauj mein hawaldaar hai, aur meri maa ghar mein bachho ko tuition padhati hai. Meri maa ki umar lagbhag 46 saal hai, aur wo dikhne mein aaj bhi kamaal hai. Unka figure 38-38-40 hai. Dekhne mein meri maa Qayamat lagti hai.

Main college mein hu B.tech. 2nd year ka student hu. Abhi kuch samay pehle meri dosti hui mere mohalle mein kiraye pe rehne aaye Kabir Ali se. Kabir paas ke hi bazaar mein women leggings and yoga pants ki shop chalata tha. Meri dosti usse ek dost ke zariye hui thi.

Pehle hum sirf normal friends the, par fir hum kabhi sath cricket khelne jaate chutti waale din. Ya aise hi ghoomne nikal jaate to hamari dosti aur gehri hoti gayi.

Ek din meri maa ko kuch kapde lene the, aur leggings bhi leni thi, to maa ne mujhse kaha –

Maa: Mere sath bazaar chal le.

Main maa ko bazaar le gaya. Fir kuch shopping ke baad maa ne mujhe bola –

Maa: Mujhe kuch leggings leni hai.

To main maa ko apne dost Kabir ki dukaan pe le gaya. Jab hum Kabir ki dukaan pe pahunche to Kabir ne mujhse hello bola, aur maa se namaste bola. Us time pe maa ne salwar-kameez pehna hua tha aur chunni le rakhi thi.

To maine Kabir se bola: Maa ko leggings chahiye thi, to main tere yahan le aaya maa ko.

Fir wo bola: Bahut acha kiya bhai. Teri apni dukan hai.

Uske baad maa ne Kabir ko do kurti dikhayi aur boli: Leggings match karwa do iske sath ki.

Kabir upar gaya aur 4 Leggings (Brown, Black, Green and Red) le aaya. Usne maa ko bola-

Kabir: Offer hai 2 ke sath 2 free. Wo bhi sirf Shivam aaya hai to iske liye.

Maa ne dono leli aur 2 free mein mil gayi. Uske baad Kabir ne maa se bola –

Kabir: Aunty ji, new Yoga Pants aayi hai, bahut hi achi fitting mein. Aap wo bhi try kariye. Lena naa lena aapke upar hai.

Pehle maa mana karne lagi, par usne bola –

Kabir: Nahi pasand aayegi to mat lijiyega.

Iske chalte maa ne try karne ka socha. Maa 1 Black aur 1 White Yoga pants leke changing room mein gayi, aur kuch der mein baahar aayi. Doston kya bataun, kya Qayamat lag rahi thi meri maa. Gaand bilkul perfect lag rahi thi usme. Uske baad Kabir ne maa se bola –

Kabir: Aap ek baar Yoga top bhi try kariye. Naya stock aaya hai.

Aur usne maa ko yoga top bhi pakda di. Maa ne changing room mein wo bhi try kiya, aur baahar aayi dikhane. To doston bas naa hi poocho.

Chhote se crop top mein 38″ ke doodh, aur badi gaand. Uske baad Kabir bhi unhe dekhta raha. Kuch der baad maa ne poocha Kabir se –

Maa: Theek lag raha hai ye?

To Kabir aur main ek-doosre ko dekh ke kehne lage: Acha lag raha hai!

Uske baad maa andar gayi, aur change karke dobara aa gayi. Fir maa ne wo bhi le liya poora set. Uske baad hamne paise pooche to Kabir ne mana kar diye, aur bahut force karne ke baad bhi usne nahi liye.

Usne bola: Ghar walo se bhi paise liye jaate hai kya?

Uske baad hum ghar aa gaye.

Kuch din aise hi beet gaye. Ek din main Kabir ke ghar gaya, to wo phone mein baithe kuch dekh raha tha, aur mujhe dekhte hi usne band kar diya. Maine bola-

Main: Bhai kya hai, dikha mujhe bhi.

To usne baat taal di, aur kuch idhar-udhar ki baatein karne laga. Mujhe laga hoga kuch aise hi. Lekin ek din mujhe usne gym mein gaane badalne ke liye phone diya, to usme already uski gallery open thi. Us gallery mein videos wala section open tha. Aur jo maine dekha, wo dekh ke meri gaand fatt gayi.

Usme bahut saari auraton ki videos thi changing room mein change karte hue. Maine ek video play kari to usme ek ladki yoga pants change kar rahi thi, aur new try kar rahi thi. Wo saari videos uske shop ke changing room ki thi. Fir achanak se nazar padi meri ek video pe.

Jaise hi main usko play karne laga, mujhe laga wo meri mummy ki video thi. Par itne mein phone lock ho gaya. Main bhi darr gaya ki ye lock ho gaya. Kahi kabir ko pata chal gaya to? Par main sach mein bahut darr gaya tha.

To maine Kabir se bola: Ye band ho gaya change karte-karte.

Fir jaise hi usne phone khola, to luckily Gallery open nahi hui, aur direct songs section play hua.

Us din to hum ghar chale gaye, par mujhe poori raat neend nahi aayi, ye soch ke ki kaisa ganda insaan tha wo. Us raat maine socha main Kabir se baat karunga kal aur subah hote hi main uske room pe chala gaya.

Fir jab main uske room ki stairs chadh raha tha. To dekha hamare paas ki Megha aunty thoda rota hua chehra leke neeche utar rahi thi. Fir main gusse mein uske room mein ghusa to usne haal-chaal poocha.

Fir maine bola: Tu ye sab chhodh, ye bata tere phone mein changing room ki videos kya kar rahi hai? Kya tu ladkiyon ki aur baaki customers ki video bhi record karta hai? Tu aisa niklega maine nahi socha tha.

Pehle to uska face laal ho gaya poora, aur usne bola: Baith ke baat karte hai bhai.

Par main gusse mein tha.

Usne fir se bola: Baith ke baat karte hai.

To maine is baar gusse mein bola: Aukaat mein reh apni. Main tera koi bhai nahi hu.

Ye sun kar usko bhi gussa aa gaya, aur wo bola –

Kabir: Dekh main tujhe dost maanta hu, isliye teri ye unchi awaaz sun raha hu. Warna mujhe aisi koi zaroorat nahi hai. Ye to baith ke meri baat sun le. Ya dafa hoja de yaha se. Haa banayi maine video, tujhe jo karna hai kar. Jisko jaake kehna hai keh de.

Fir maine kya kiya, aur iske aage kya hua, wo aapko next part mein pata chalega. Agar aapko meri story achi lagi ho, to aap mujhe [email protected] pe reply kar sakte hai.

Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Mayur, origin from Telangana with deep Gujarati roots, living with my family in the same region.

Today, I’m here to share the true story of one of my readers, Ruhi. She’s a married woman with a child, known for her striking figure—36-30-36. While Ruhi loves stepping out in modern outfits, at home she chooses to embrace traditional attire.

This tale takes us back to a time before her marriage, during her working years. Ruhi paced her living room, replaying the argument with Atul. His dismissive words stung, igniting a fire within her. She needed to show him that their love was worth fighting for.

As she pulled out sultry black laced lingerie from her drawer, mischief danced in her eyes. The delicate fabric felt divine against her skin, and she envisioned the surprise awaiting Atul. Ruhi decided to add a touch of flair to her outfit. She selected a long, sheer shirt that flowed to her mid-thigh.

The lightweight fabric teased glimpses of lace beneath, heightening her allure. Slipping it on, she revelled in how it glided over her curves, amplifying her confidence and sexiness. In the mirror, the shirt framed her body perfectly, accentuating the smooth cleavage of her breasts.

The enticing swell hinted at her femininity. Her thighs were showcased with every movement, the hem dancing playfully around them. Her arms, bare and soft, added to her sensual appeal. The plunging neckline revealed just enough to leave a tantalizing invitation for Atul.

Her heart raced as she imagined his reaction—surprise and desire flickering in his eyes when she made her entrance. With a sultry smile, she turned away from the mirror, ready to unleash her boldness. Tonight, she would remind him just how irresistible she could be.

With her heart racing, Ruhi drove to Atul’s apartment, city lights casting fleeting shadows across her face. Stepping into the building, excitement hummed through her. She entered his dimly lit bedroom, his cologne still lingering in the air.

Her gaze fixed on the figure beneath the covers, and with each step toward the bed, her pulse quickened. Feeling daring, Ruhi slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing delicate black lingerie. She shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor, heart pounding.

Leaning down, she kissed him softly, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down her spine. Pressing her body closer, she felt a thrilling fire ignite within her. The man stirred, and without hesitation, Ruhi climbed onto the bed, her body brushing against his.

The soft sheets caressed her skin as she nestled closer, feeling his heat radiate. In response, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into a passionate embrace. It was intoxicating and exhilarating, heightening the desire that pulsed between them.

“Atul,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Mm, Ruhi,” he murmured, his breath igniting a fire within her. She felt his heart beating steadily against her chest, syncing with her racing pulse. As their bodies pressed together, the outside world faded, leaving just the two of them in blissful intimacy.

Ruhi surrendered to the warmth of his embrace, arching closer as their connection intensified. Their lips met again, fervently electrifying the air between them. Ruhi’s fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss. His intoxicating taste, warm and sweet, sent waves of desire through her.

“Is this real?” she murmured breathlessly, searching Atul’s eyes.

“Of course,” he replied, his voice low and husky. “You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Ruhi teased, a playful smile on her lips. “But do you mean it?”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t lie. I want you, Ruhi. All of you.”

His sincerity wrapped around her like a warm blanket, fueling her confidence. She pressed closer, instinctively responding to his heat.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, breath brushing her lips.

“I want you,” she breathed, the words hanging in the air like an electric charge. “I want to feel every inch of you against me.”

Without waiting for a response, she reached down and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers were trembling slightly with anticipation. Each pop of the buttons made her pulse race faster. As the shirt parted, she took in the sight of his toned chest, the soft moonlight highlighting every ridge of his muscles.

Her hands glided across his skin, feeling the warmth and firmness beneath her fingertips.

“I’ve always loved your body,” she whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his neck, her lips trailing downward. His breath hitched as she kissed his collarbone. Her fingers continued their exploration across his chest. “Ruhi…” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Her lips travelled lower, her kisses trailing from his neck to his chest. She hovered over his nipple for a moment, a mischievous glint in her eye, before placing a kiss directly on it, teasing him with her tongue. He gasped in response, his body tensing under her touch.

“You like that?” she whispered with a smirk, her lips curving as she continued to kiss his chest, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her touch. His breath came in ragged gasps. Ruhi lowered her hands to the waistband of his pyjama pants.

She hesitated before hooking her fingers under the waistband and pulling it down slowly. The fabric slid away, exposing him completely. Her hands roamed over his hips and thighs, memorizing every inch of his body.

“God, Ruhi…” he groaned, his voice strained with desire as she leaned in, kissing along his chest. Her lips grazed his skin. She savored the heat between them, taking her time. When their lips met again, the kiss was slower and deeper. Their bodies pressed together in a rhythm that left them breathless.

Pulling back slightly, she whispered, “I want all of you tonight.”

“You’ll have me,” he promised, his voice low and filled with need. “But only if I get all of you in return.”

Ruhi smiled, feeling the raw power of the moment surge between them. She pressed her lips to his again. Her hands explored his body, unable to get enough of him. Every kiss and touch felt like a discovery. The passion between them continued to build, threatening to consume them both.

With that, he shifted, positioning himself over her, casting a shadow in the moonlight streaming through the window. Their eyes locked, and the world around them vanished. Ruhi’s heart raced as she felt his weight on her, his hardness pressing against her thigh.

“I’ve missed you so much, Ruhi,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

“I’ve missed you too, Atul,” she breathed, barely above a whisper.

Leaning in, his lips brushed her ear. “I want you so badly. I want to feel your warmth around me.”

Atul captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her curves.

Ruhi’s heart raced as he gazed at her, eyes burning with desire. He unfastened her bra, and her breasts spilled out, drawing a low groan from him. “You’re so beautiful, Ruhi,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Ruhi’s nipples hardened as he caressed them, sending shivers down her spine. “I want you, Atul,” she whispered back, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Atul’s eyes locked onto hers, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and teasing her skin.

Atul’s lips descended to her bare breasts, hungrily capturing her nipple and sucking with an intensity that made Ruhi cry out in pleasure. His other hand firmly squeezed her other breast, fingers kneading her soft skin with a possessive grip.

Ruhi’s head fell back, her moans filling the room as she gripped his hair, guiding him closer. “Yes, Atul, just like that,” she gasped, trembling with lust. Each flick of his tongue around her hardened nipple sent jolts of electricity through her, especially when he flicked it.

Atul groaned against her skin, swirling his tongue and biting gently, drawing another moan from her lips. “God, Ruhi, you feel incredible,” he murmured, need thick in his voice. His grip tightened, thumb circling her nipple as his mouth worked her relentlessly, each movement more urgent.

Ruhi’s body responded in waves of pleasure. Her hips arched toward him, craving more. The heat between them intensified, the desire now undeniable and unstoppable. Atul, his mouth leaving her breasts swollen and sensitive, moved back up to capture Ruhi’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

The taste of him mixed with the lingering heat from his touch made her melt into him. Her body pressed closer with every second as their tongues danced in a wild rhythm. His hand began its slow descent, tracing the curve of her waist and hips before slipping between her thighs.

Ruhi gasped into the kiss when his fingers slid over the fabric of her panties, brushing against her already-wet pussy. He rubbed gently, caressing her through the thin lace, his touch igniting her nerves.

“Atul…” she whimpered, instinctively pressing her hips into his hand, craving more. His fingers moved with expert precision, circling and pressing just enough to drive her mad with desire.

“You’re so wet, Ruhi,” he whispered against her lips, his voice low and dripping with lust. His fingers continued their slow, tantalizing strokes, making her body tremble beneath him.  Each touch sent her closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He played with her, the heat between them becoming unbearable. Atul’s fingers left her skin. He began his slow descent, his lips tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, and the dip of her waist.  Ruhi’s eyes closed, trembling with anticipation as his mouth left a trail of fire, sending shivers down her spine.

As he reached her hips, Atul grasped the delicate lace of her panties. His fingers traced the edge of the fabric. Looking up at Ruhi, his eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly smile spreading across his face. Ruhi’s breath hitched as he slid her panties down slowly, teasingly, revealing her glistening pussy.

With a playful flick of his wrist, he tossed the discarded fabric aside. His gaze was now fully fixated on her cleaned pussy. The dim light of the room danced across her body, casting a warm glow on her gentle curves. Atul’s eyes widened, pupils dilating with desire as he took in the sight of her.

His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, nostrils flaring. He inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal. “You smell absolutely perfect,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, leaning in closer, his breath brushing against her pussy. Atul moved closer to her pussy.

Ruhi’s body responded with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with the promise of his touch. He kissed her softly, savouring the taste of her skin before finally pressing his lips against her glistening pussy folds. The sensation sent shockwaves through Ruhi.

Her back arching as a breathy moan escaped her lips. He licked her with a slow, deliberate motion. Swirling his tongue around her sensitive edges, enhancing the sweet sensation of desire that enveloped them both. As his tongue danced across her skin, Ruhi’s hips instinctively began to move, craving more pleasure.

Atul’s tongue delved deeper. His lips closed around her as he sucked her wet pussy wildly. The sound of his mouth working her sent shivers down her spine. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he devoured her. His tongue lashed out in a frenzy of motion.

Ruhi’s eyes rolled back, her head thrashing side to side as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Atul!” she gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. She instinctively pushed her hips toward him, desperate for more of his intoxicating touch.

As he licked her, Atul’s tongue danced across her sensitive folds, teasing out more of her sweet cum. Atul stood up, swiftly removing his shorts to reveal himself in just his underwear. With a playful smirk, he glanced down at her. His eyes darkened with lust as the snug fabric highlighted his impressive bulge.

“You ready for more?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise. He stepped closer, the heat radiating from him, enveloping her. Ruhi felt a rush of excitement, eagerly nodding, unable to tear her gaze away from him. Ruhi moved closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She reached for the waistband of his underwear. With a teasing smile, she tugged it down slowly, letting it slide off his hips and pooling at his feet. “Looks like someone’s eager,” she teased. Her voice dripped with playful seduction as her fingers traced along his thigh.

Her hand made contact with his skin. Atul’s eyes fluttered closed, a low groan escaping his lips. His body tensed, anticipating her every move. Ruhi’s fingers danced teasingly along his thigh, sending shivers down his spine. Gradually, she wrapped her fingers around his dick.

Her touch ignited waves of pleasure that coursed through him, leaving him breathless and craving more. Ruhi felt a rush of power at the effect she had on Atul, her confidence swelling as she stroked him slowly. Each deliberate movement coaxed soft gasps from him, and she relished his response.

Leaning in, her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, “Do you like that?” Teasingly, she watched him nod, his hands instinctively pulling her closer. He lost himself in the sensation of her warm, delicate touch. Ruhi quickened her pace, each stroke sending pleasure through Atul’s body.

Sensing he was nearing his climax, she suddenly stopped, leaning in closer. “I want to make you feel good,” she whispered. Her voice was low and intimate. Capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, she reignited the desire swirling between them. Leaving him breathless and longing for more.

After the kiss, Ruhi bent down with a teasing smile. Her tongue flicked along the length of his dick. Atul let out a low moan. His body responded as she took him into her mouth. She placed soft, teasing kisses on the head. Her warm breath brushed against his sensitive skin.

Atul’s body tensed, muscles coiling with anticipation. She wrapped her lips around him, her mouth opening wide to accommodate his girth. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him sent shivers down his spine, and he groaned deeply.

Ruhi felt a surge of excitement at his response. Her confidence soared as she complied with his unspoken desires. She quickened her pace. Her lips glided along his shaft while her tongue explored every inch, savouring the taste of him. The sound of Atul’s desperate moans filled the room, fueling her desire further.

“Just like that, Ruhi,” he gasped, fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm as he lost himself in the sensations. “You have no idea how good this feels.” Each thrust of her mouth drove him closer to the edge. Ruhi revelled in his pleasure, eager to push him over.

As Atul felt the waves of pleasure cresting, he could no longer hold back. With a deep groan, he released himself, filling Ruhi’s mouth. She eagerly accepted him, savouring the warm, sweet taste as she drank it all in. Pulling back slowly, her lips leaving his skin with a soft pop, satisfaction washed over her.

Ruhi gazed up at Atul, her eyes sparkling with mischief, captivating him with the intensity of her stare. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to gently lap at the tip of his dick. “You taste so good,” she teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she savoured every inch.

Atul’s breath hitched, grinning, “You’re making me go crazy, Ruhi. I didn’t know you could be this tempting.” She chuckled softly, her voice sultry. “Oh, I have plenty more surprises in store for you.”

“Just keep going,” he urged his voice low and filled with need. Ruhi responded with a mischievous wink. Her tongue swirled around him again, deepening their intimate connection.

As Ruhi’s tongue danced across the tip of his shaft, Atul’s gaze remained locked on hers, burning with unquenchable desire. He felt his body stirring again, his erection growing stronger with each passing moment. With a low growl, he grasped Ruhi’s shoulders, gently but firmly pushing her back onto the bed.

Ruhi’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she sank into the soft mattress, letting out a soft gasp. “You’re in control now,” she whispered, a teasing smile on her lips. Atul leaned closer, his fingers digging gently into her skin. “I plan to make you feel amazing,” he replied, his voice low and husky. “Just relax and enjoy.”

As his hands held her shoulders, he began to lower himself onto her. Ruhi’s gaze burned with anticipation, feeling his warm breath wash over her. “Can you feel how much I want you?” Atul murmured, his chest hovering above hers, muscles tensed.

Ruhi’s hands instinctively wrapped around his biceps, pulling him closer. “I need you, Atul,” she replied, her voice a sultry whisper. As her legs parted, she felt the tip of his dick brush against her wet pussy. “Just like that,” she encouraged, her breath hitching with desire.

He took a deep breath, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he began to insert his shaft inside her. The tip of his erection slid in, and Ruhi felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. Her eyes fluttered closed, letting out a loud moan as her body arched to welcome him, adjusting to the sensation.

“Oh, Atul,” she gasped, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her senses. As Atul pushed deeper, Ruhi’s moans filled the room, each sound echoing with raw desire. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to go further.

“Atul, you feel amazing,” she breathed, her voice thick with passion. He responded with a low growl, the heat between them intensifying as he lost himself in their rhythm. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers as he began to move slowly, savouring every moment.

With each thrust, their connection deepened, drawing them closer to the edge of bliss. Ruhi met his movements eagerly, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every second. “Don’t stop,” she urged, her nails digging into his back. She surrendered to the pleasure enveloping them.

Atul continued to thrust. He shifted his focus to Ruhi’s breasts, gently squeezing them and kneading her soft flesh. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Atul!” she gasped, her back arching instinctively. His movements and attention to her breasts drove her wild, propelling her to ecstasy.

He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between his lips, sucking gently while his fingers continued to explore. “You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and filled with need. Ruhi’s moans grew louder, her body responding eagerly to him.

“Just like that, don’t stop!” she urged, lost in the whirlwind of pleasure. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. As their movements quickened, Ruhi’s breaths came in quick gasps. She could feel the heat building within her. “I’m so close,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Atul responded with a deep growl. His thrusts became more intense and hard, driving them both toward the edge. “Me too,” he said, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mix of desire and determination. With every thrust, the pleasure swelled, a wave crashing over them as they neared their climax.

Ruhi’s body tensed, and she clung to him, urging him on. “Don’t stop, Atul! I need you—now, cum inside me!” As they reached the peak of their pleasure, bliss washed over them. Atul’s body shuddered as he released, collapsing onto Ruhi, their bodies intertwined.

She hugged him tightly, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Her heart was racing in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy. “Wow,” Ruhi breathed, awe and satisfaction mixing in her voice. She stroked Atul’s hair, feeling a warm closeness envelop them.

Atul lifted his head slightly, a soft smile on his lips. “That was incredible,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. Ruhi smiled back, her cheeks flushed. “I couldn’t agree more,” she replied, gently tracing the contours of his jaw. Pulling him closer, she gazed into his eyes. “Can we stay like this?”

“Forever,” he whispered, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss filled with lingering desire. They settled back into the softness of the bed, still connected, his dick within her. They drifted into a peaceful slumber, entwined and blissfully unaware of the world outside, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.

Ruhi awoke the next morning feeling blissful and satisfied. Her skin was still tingling from the previous night. As she stretched, a content smile graced her lips. Something delicious wafted through the air, pulling her from her dreamy state.

Curious, she slipped out of bed, completely naked, and threw on a long shirt, leaving her lingerie behind.

“Is that breakfast I smell?” Ruhi called out playfully, her heart fluttering at the thought of Atul cooking as she padded toward the kitchen.

“Just a little something to surprise you,” came a smooth reply from behind her. She felt strong arms encircle her waist, pulling her against a warm body.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could cook!” she teased, leaning back into him, her smile widening.

“Just for you, love,” he said, planting a soft kiss on her neck.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, jolting Ruhi from her moment of bliss. “Who could that be?” she wondered aloud, reluctantly breaking away from the embrace.

“Probably just the delivery guy,” he answered casually, moving toward the door as she headed to the dining table.

As she reached for the chair, the door swung open, and her heart plummeted. The real Atul stood there, looking surprised and bewildered. “Ruhi?” he exclaimed, his eyes darting between her and the figure in the kitchen.

“Atul!” Ruhi’s voice trembled, panic flooding her system.

Ruhi turned slowly, her heart racing as she faced Nakul, who stepped in front of her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Surprise, bro! Ruhi came over to surprise you,” he lied smoothly. “She made breakfast.”

Panic gripped Ruhi. “Yeah, I thought I’d surprise you,” she echoed her voice barely a whisper.

Atul frowned in confusion but stepped inside. “You… made breakfast? You didn’t tell me you could cook, Ruhi,” he said, suspicion creeping into his tone.

“Just learned a few things,” she replied, forcing a smile.

They settled around the dining table, the tension palpable. Ruhi served the food. Nakul shot her furtive glances, his lips curling into a sly grin, enjoying the chaos. As they ate, Atul shared stories from his day, blissfully unaware of the weight hanging between them.

“I can’t believe you cooked, Ruhi! You’re full of surprises,” he said, squeezing her hand, though the gesture felt strained. Guilt gnawed at Ruhi as Nakul effortlessly filled the gaps with laughter and charm, deepening her sense of betrayal.

As the tension thickens, Ruhi finds herself caught in a web of desire and confusion. With Nakul’s teasing glances and playful banter, the chemistry between them ignites, leading to unexpected moments that blur the lines of friendship.

What will happen when secrets are revealed, and choices must be made?

Stay tuned for the next part of the adventure, and share your thoughts at [email protected] or Ruhi’s feedback at [email protected].

Days passed since my last intimate encounter with Radhika. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was changing. We never discussed it again. Rather, I hardly managed to talk with Radhika about anything. My affection for Radhika was growing, and the tension built between us was unforgettable.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. In my living room, Ananya and I were together, and the movie was serving as a backdrop to our evening. I pulled Ananya close, her body pressed against mine. She was wearing a comfortable sweater and leggings, looking cosy.

Her hair was falling in soft waves around, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to its softness. I began by casually draping my arm around her shoulders. My fingers were lightly grazing her skin. She leaned into me, her head resting on my chest.

I started to play with her hair, gently sliding my fingers through the strands.

“This is nice,” I murmur, my voice was relaxed. “I love having you so close.”

She looked up at me with a smile, her eyes sparkling. “Me too. It feels so cosy here with you.”

I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “I can’t help but notice how beautiful you look right now. I’m so glad we’re here after long.”

As the movie played, I started to tease her gently, letting my fingers trace patterns on her arm. “I bet you don’t even know what’s happening in the movie right now,” I said with a playful grin.

She laughs, her eyes flickering back to the screen. “Oh, I’m sure I do. But I’m way more interested in what you’re doing right now.”

I gave her a mischievous look. My hand was moving to the back of her neck. I let my fingers lightly caress her nape, brushing against the soft skin. “Really? Because I think I might be losing control here,” I said.

I slowly slide her hair to one side, exposing the bare nape. My breath hitched slightly as I saw the delicate curve of her neck, the mole on her nape. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her neck in a series of gentle, teasing kisses.

Her reaction is immediate. She tilts her head slightly, giving me better access. “You know,” she whispers, her voice breathy, “that spot drives me crazy every time.”

I chuckled, my lips lingering near her ear. “I can’t help it. Every time I see that mole on smooth, bare nape, I want to kiss it.”

I kissed right on the mole, feeling her body respond with a gentle shake. “It’s like I lose control every time,” I confessed.

I let my hand roam down her arm, gently squeezing her shoulder. “It’s like every little touch makes me want to do more. I love feeling so close to you.”

She shifted slightly, her hand reaching up to cup my face. “I feel the same way. It’s like you’re always just a touch away from making me lose my mind.”

My smiling lips were brushing against hers. “Well, I guess I’ll have to keep working on making you lose your mind, then.”

As the movie drew to a close, I continued to hold her close. My fingers were tracing her back. The conversation became softer, more intimate, as we both lost in the closeness we had built.

We both settled back into each other’s arms, enjoying the peaceful intimacy as the movie was rolling. It was going perfectly. But when everything was exciting

“Can we talk about something?” she asked, her voice soft but deliberate.

I paused the movie, feeling my pulse quicken. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip as though weighing her next words carefully. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately… about us, about my mom, and about… well, everything.”

A cold sensation crept into my stomach. Did she know? Had she figured out what was going to happen between me and Radhika? I tried to stay calm, nodding for her to continue.

“I know things haven’t felt the same between us,” she said slowly, her eyes flickering with vulnerability. “And I don’t think it’s just me.”

I swallowed hard, unsure of where this was going.

“There’s something I’ve been noticing for a while,” Ananya continued, her gaze locking with mine. “The way you look at my mom… and the way she looks at you.”

My heart skipped a beat. Was this it? The moment where everything unravelled? “I’m not angry,” she added quickly, seeing the alarm on my face. “I just… I want to understand. There’s something between you two, isn’t there?”

I froze, the truth hanging heavy in the air between us. There was no use in lying now. She had sensed it, and I couldn’t deny it any longer.

“Yes,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “There is, but it went up to feeling for her and having affection towards her, that’s it.”

Ananya’s expression didn’t change much. She didn’t look shocked or betrayed but rather…contemplative. She leaned back, exhaling slowly.

“I thought so,” she said after a long pause. “And here’s the thing. I’m not sure how to feel about it. It’s weird, yeah, but… I guess I’m not surprised.”

I blinked, taken aback by her calm response. This wasn’t the reaction I had expected. “You’re not angry?” I asked cautiously.

Ananya shook her head. “No, I’m not angry. I think I’ve known for a while that something might have happened between you and mom. My mom… she’s always been different, you know? And I’ve seen the way you look at her, even if you didn’t realize it.”

I was at a loss for words, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected revelation.

“I don’t know why I’m not more upset,” Ananya continued, almost as if she were talking to herself. “Maybe it’s because I trust you. Or maybe… maybe it’s because part of me understands it.”

She shifted closer to me, her hand resting on mine. “I know this sounds crazy, but… I’m not saying I want to lose you. I think there’s more to this than just me and you. Or even just you and her.”

I could feel my heart racing, unsure of where this conversation was headed but unable to pull away. “What are you saying?” I asked carefully, searching her eyes for some clue.

Ananya bit her lip again, her gaze lowering for a moment before meeting mine with an intensity that surprised me. “I’m saying that I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. About you. About her. And about… us. And I think maybe this doesn’t have to be as complicated as we’re making it.”

My breath caught in my throat. “What do you mean?”

Ananya leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper now. “What if… we didn’t have to choose? What if there was a way for all of us to… I don’t know… be together?”

The suggestion hit me like a tidal wave. My mind raced to keep up with what she was implying. Could she really be suggesting what I thought she was?

I searched her face for any sign of hesitation, but there was none. Instead, there was a strange kind of determination mixed with curiosity and something else, desire.

“I’ve thought about it,” she continued, her hand squeezing mine gently. “And the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. I love you. And I know my mom cares about you, too. And maybe… maybe there’s a way for all of us to get what we want without losing each other.”

I was stunned, my thoughts swirling with a mixture of disbelief, excitement, and uncertainty. Was this really happening? Could something like this even work? After the initial wave of disbelief had hit me, Ananya stood up, her eyes glinting with a mixture of affection and determination.

Without a word, she gently pulled me up to my feet from the couch. Her body was pressing against mine in a tight, reassuring hug. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest as her arms wrapped around my waist. My mind was still racing, unsure of what would come next.

But her touch had already begun to ease my anxious thoughts. I tried to speak, to voice my hesitation, but she placed a finger over my lips. “Shhh,” she whispered, her eyes soft but commanding. “You don’t need to say anything. I know you’re worried. But trust me, it’s okay.”

Before I could say anything more, Ananya closed the distance between us. Her lips met mine, a tender kiss. It wasn’t just physical. It was a kiss filled with reassurance and intimacy like she was telling me through her actions that everything would be alright.

Her hands slid to the back of my neck. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she deepened the kiss. I could feel the tension in my shoulders slowly start to dissolve, the warmth of her body grounding me in the present moment. Ananya pulled back slightly, just enough to look me in the eyes.

“Let me take care of you, Nikhil. You’ve been overthinking this, but I’m here.” With a gentle smile, she lowered herself to her knees in front of me. Her hands trailed down my body, grazing my thighs, her touch light but deliberate. She looked up at me, her expression playful and affectionate.

“Just relax, okay? Let me make you feel good.”

I felt a rush of warmth spread through me as she began to kiss along my stomach, her lips soft and teasing. She took her time; her mouth was moving with careful kisses. Her hands gently traced the outline of my thighs. Her fingers were brushing the tension out of my muscles.

“You’re so tense,” she whispered, her voice low and soothing. “I can feel it. Just let go, Nikhil. I’ve got you.”

She lowered my shorts. My dick was perpendicular, fully hard. Her hands started grabbing it. She kissed the tip of my dick. I felt myself beginning to unwind. The nervous energy that had been building up in me for hours began to fade away.

It was replaced by a growing sense of calm and pleasure as she started rubbing her dick with her hands and moving her lips and tongue on the tip.

Ananya’s every movement was deliberate, a slow dance of intimacy that was meant to relax me, to take me away from the chaos in my mind. “Oh,… this is just perfect… you’re making me feel so alive,” I said.

She looked up at me, her eyes glimmering with affection as she continued sucking. I couldn’t help but release a deep sigh, my body responding to her in ways that words couldn’t describe. Ananya’s hands gently massaged my thighs, her fingers digging into the tight muscles.

“You feel that?” she asked as she took my dick deeper, her voice dripping with tenderness. “That’s me, taking away all your stress. Just let me handle it.”

“Mmm… you’re making me feel so damn good. I don’t want it to end.” I replied. Her lips and tongue moved in perfectly, slow, gentle at the start but becoming passionate gradually. I could feel the heat pooling in my body, but it wasn’t rushed.

It was a gradual buildup, an exploration of sensation. Each touch, each stroke, was designed to soothe my mind as much as it pleased my body. “This is so different from what I’m used to, and I love it,” I expressed my feelings.

As she continued, I couldn’t help but tangle my fingers in her hair, stroking the soft strands. It was like I was anchoring myself to her, trusting her to guide me through emotions. Her sucking was tender yet filled with passion.

Ananya’s gentle persistence worked its magic on me, and all the worry, the hesitation, and the uncertainty faded into the background. “Mmm, right there… yes… I’m losing control!” I said.

My body responded naturally to her, my breathing quickening but also becoming more relaxed as I gave myself over to the moment.

Finally, as the pleasure reached its peak, I felt myself letting go while she continued her passionate sucking. Incautiously I shot my cum into her mouth. Ananya was sucking deep inside her mouth. My cum shot there inside, deep into her mouth. “Ah, ohhh… babes, so good…” I cum.

Following the first shot, a few more times, I shot into her mouth. But she stayed there, steady and affectionate, her eyes never leaving mine, guiding me through the intensity of the release. She swallowed it my every shot. When it was over, I collapsed back onto the couch.

I was utterly spent but feeling lighter than I had in days. Ananya smiled as she sat back up, her hands resting gently on my thighs. Ananya was still moving her lips and tongue to swallow cum. She leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “Feeling better now?”

I nodded, still catching my breath, but a soft smile crept onto my face. “Yeah… much better.”She sat beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, her arm looping around my waist. “We’re in this together. You don’t have to carry all that stress alone.”

I placed a hand over hers, squeezing it gently. “Thank you, Ananya. You are awesome.”

To be continued.

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