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  • Anwar Ki Dastaan – Part 20

    Hi, main Anwar, umar 32, Bangalore se. Meri kahani ka agla part aap sab ke saamne lekar aaya hu. Mujhe umeed hai aap sab ko meri kahani pasand aayegi, aur aap sab log zaroor comments karenge.

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

    Me: Mera khayaal hai ki main teri wife Zoya ke sath wo sab na karu. Kyunki tu aur teri biwi ye sab karna chaalu kar diye hai. Aage jaa kar tum dono wo sab karoge, jo maine apni wife Ruksaar ke sath kiya hai.

    Shabbir: Haa, aage jaa kar zaroor karenge, mujhe pata hai. Lekin meri khwahish hai na ki main meri biwi Zoya ko tujhse chudwa kar usko randi banau.

    Me: Ok bhai, kar loonga. Teri biwi ko randi bana kar chod loonga.

    Tabhi mere mobile par Zoya ka call aaya. Hum dono ke beech baatein hui. Pehle normal baat hui, baad mein Zoya ne atak-atak kar meri sex life ke baare mein jaanne ki koshish ki.

    Zoya: Anwar Bhaiya, ek baat poochu, bura to nahi maanoge na?

    Me: Haa poocho Zoya.

    Zoya: Mujhe tumse ye baat poochni thi, ki tumhari sex life kaisi hai? Agar na batana chaaho to koi baat nahi.

    Me (Sharmate hue): Mujhe to tumne ek-dum se aisa sawaal pooch liya, ki main kya batau. Meri sex life, bilkul bhi achi nahi hai.

    Zoya (Hairani se): Aisa kyun laga tumhe. Akhir kya kami hai Ruksaar mein?

    Me: Usme to koi kami nahi. Jism acha hai uska. Sexy lagti hai. Lekin bistar mein co-operation bhi zaroori hai. Mujhe wo co-operate nahi karti. Jo mujhe pasand hai, waisa sex bhi nahi karti.

    Zoya: Aakhir tumhe kya pasand hai? Mujhe batao. Agar ho sake to main help karungi. Ruksaar ko samjhaungi.

    Me: Pata nahi main tumse, ye kaise kahu.

    Zoya: Bindaas ho kar keh do. Khul kar baat karne se raasta nikalta hai.

    Me (Atak-atak kar kaha): Mujhe na rough sex. Buri tarah karna aur to aur gaali dekar, sun kar sex karna pasand hai. Waisa sex Ruksaar nahi kar sakti.

    Zoya (Gusse mein daant-te hue kaha): Kitna safed jhooth bol rahe ho Anwar. Jaisa sex tum keh rahe ho, waisa to wo karti hai na.

    Me: Kya matlab? Kisne bataya tumhe?

    Zoya: Kisi ne nahi bataya.

    Me: Aaj to Ruksaar ki khair nahi. Isi ne bataya hai tumhe.

    Zoya: Ruko! Usne kuch nahi bataya. Maine tumhare mobile se videos dekh li thi kal raat ko.

    Me: Acha, sach mein, sab dekh liya?

    Zoya: Bas 3 videos dekhe. Jisme tumne Asma, Reshma, aur mujhe soch kar sex kiya hai, Ruksaar ke sath.

    Me: Sorry Zoya. Agar tumhe bura laga to. Bas fantasies ke liye kar lete hai.

    Zoya: Sorry mat kaho. Video dekh kar khud mujhko mood hone laga. Aisa sex to maine bhi nahi kiya Shabbir ke sath.

    Fir hum dono ke beech aur bhi baatein hui. Hum dono rozana, sex ke baare mein hi baatein karte. Ek-doosre ke kareeb aane lage.

    Zoya aur Shabbir ki sex life bhi achi hone lagi. Un dono ne Anal sex bhi kar liya tha. Ek din Zoya ne keh diya ki wo mere sath bhi sex karna chaahti thi.

    Lekin apne pati Shabbir ko dhokha nahi dena chaahti. Tab maine usko bata diya ki Shabbir kya chaahta tha. Ye sab jaan kar usko tasalli hui aur hamne hotel mein milne ka plan kiya.

    To hum teeno 2 din ke trip ke liye Mysore ko nikal pade. Wahan par hamne ek room liya. Hum log fresh ho kar baahar ghoomne bhi gaye. Har jagah mere sath Zoya rehti, aur Shabbir akela rehta.

    Jaise ki main aur Zoya husband-wife the aur Shabbir hamara driver. Shaam ko jab hum room mein aaye, Zoya ne Shabbir se kaha ki-

    Zoya: Main yahan sirf Anwar ke sath sex karungi. Tumhare sath wapas ghar jaa kar. Waise bhi tumhe dekhna hai na, ki Anwar mujhe randi bana kar kaise chodta hai.

    Maine kaha: Zoya suno to. Aisa mat karo mere dost ke sath. Uske sath bhi ek round kar lo. Hum teeno yahan enjoy karne aaye hai.

    Firse Zoya ne kaha: Haa! lekin yahan par tum mere husband ho. Wapas ghar jaa kar hi isko chodne doongi.

    Itne mein Shabbir ne keh diya ki: Jaisa Zoya chaahti hai waisa hi karenge.

    Main aur Zoya sath mein nahane gaye. Wahan hum dono ne ek-doosre ko nehlaya. Jab Zoya ne sexy dress pehna (full body net dress wala. Meri wife ka dress, jo main laaya tha),

    Maine usko meri taraf kheencha, aur bed par baitha ke uske saamne khada ho kar, apna lauda uske muh mein dekar kaha-

    Me: Dekh mera lauda randi. Teri chut mein jaane ke liye tadap raha hai. Jaldi se isko muh mein leke choose.

    Zoya mera lauda muh mein lekar choosne lagi. Fir main uska sar hatho se pakad kar, uske muh ko chodne laga. Mera poora lauda uske muh ke andar daal kar chodta, aur maine usko gaaliyan bhi di.

    Me: Haa, meri chinaal hai tu. Ek din ki biwi nahi. Ek din ki randi hai tu meri. Chung mera lauda chinaal. Haraamzaadi!

    Ye sab kehte hue maine uske muh ko chod kar uske muh ke andar mera saara paani nikaal diya. Jab usne mera saara paani chaat kar saaf kiya, tab Shabbir ne kaha-

    Shabbir: Zoya! Tumne to kabhi mujhe muh mein out hone nahi diya, aur na mujhe randi, chinaal gaali dene di.

    Tab Zoya ne Shabbir se kaha: Arre gaandu. Aaj tak maine sirf tujhse hi chudwaya hai. Jab main kisi aur se chudwa loongi, tabhi to na main randi banungi. Aaj tere dost Anwar ke sath chudwa kar main randi ban jaungi. Iske baad jab bhi tu chodega, mujhe randi, chinaal, kuch bhi keh sakta hai, aur mere muh mein bhi tera paani nikaal sakta hai. Ab ho gayi main asli randi, aur tu Anwar! Meri chut kaun chaatega harami? Aa kar meri chut chaat kutte.

    Main jaldi se uski taango ko khol kar uski chut chaatne laga, aur wo gaaliyan dene lagi.

    Zoya: Haaah! Chaat harami. Tere dost ki biwi ki chut chaat. Tere dost ki biwi randi hai. Chaat le meri chut. Haraamzaade! Chaat re kutte. Dekh kaise mera bhadwa pati dekh raha hai. Tu rukna mat. Meri chut ko chaat-te reh. Aaj meri chut ka paani chataungi tujhe.

    Maine uski chut se saara paani chaat kar saaf kiya. Thodi der baad Zoya ne net dress ke upar hi Burkha pehan kar, Shabbir ke paas jaa kar uske kaan mein kuch kaha. Main araam se bed par baitha tha underwear mein. Shabbir apni biwi Zoya ka hath pakad kar mere paas laaya aur kaha-

    Shabbir: Anwar! Isse milo. Ye meri biwi hai. Aaj isko tujhe de raha hu. Isko tu chod-chod kar randi bana de. Main aaj meri biwi ki dalali kar raha hu. Iski chut mein bahut garmi hai.

    Mere ek laude se iska mann nahi bharta. Isliye main apni biwi ka dalaal ban kar tujhse chudwana chaahta hu. Isko randi bana kar chodna. Main yahin baith kar meri biwi ko chudwate hue dekhna chaahta hu.

    Main uth kar Zoya ko kiss karne laga. Wo mujhe kiss karte hue mere laude ko underwear ke upar se hi touch karne lagi. Maine uske boobs ko zor se dabaya.

    Fir usko peeche ghuma kar uski gaand par ek thappad maara. Fir uska burkha nikaal diya. Lekin hijaab ko rehne diya. Ab wo ghutno pe baith kar mera lauda muh mein lene lagi. Shabbir apne mobile se video bana raha tha, aur main uske gale mein lauda daalkar chodne laga.

    Me: Aaaah chung saali raand. Aaj tera pati, tera dalla ban kar tujhe mere paas chudwane chhodh diya. Aaj teri chut ka bhonsda bana doonga. Meri personal rakhail banaunga tujhe. Chung mera lauda saali raand.

    Fir maine uska hijaab bhi nikaal diya, aur usko bed par lita kar, uski chut mein lauda ghusa kar chodne laga aur wo boli-

    Zoya: Haa, saale harami, chod mujhe. Randi bana de mujhe. Meri chut phaad de. Dekh kaise mera pati uski biwi ko chudwate hue dekh raha hai. Zor se chod harami ki aulaad. Randi bana de mujhe.

    Wahan se Shabbir ne bhi kaha: Haa Anwar, chod meri biwi ko. Randi bana kar chod. Saali kutti ki chut mein bahut khujli hai. Aaj iski saari khujli mita de. Zor-zor se chod is randi ko.

    Maine Zoya ko utha kar ghodi banaya aur peeche se uski chut mein lauda daal kar zor se 2 baar jhatka maara. Fir maine uski gaand mein lauda ghusa diya.

    Me: Tu randi hai meri. Teri chut kya, teri gaand bhi maarunga chinaal bana ke rakhunga tujhe. Kutti, haraamzadi raand!

    Mere sath Zoya bhi gaali dene lagi: Haa re madarchod, chod le, meri gaand bhi maar le. Mera bhadwe pati ko mujhe randi bante dekhna hai. Dekh kaise dekh raha hai mera gaandu pati. Aa idhar gaandu.

    Dekh kaise tere dost ka lauda meri gaand mein ghus raha hai. Chod harami. Mere pati ke saamne meri gaand maar kar phaad de. Hmm chod, zor-zor se chod, aur zor se chod haraami kutte. Teri maa ki chut. Chod mujhe kutte. Teri kutti raand ki gaand phaad de.

    Maine itni zor se uski gaand maari ki mera paani uski gaand mein hi nikal gaya. Fir Zoya ne apne pati ko chut aur gaand chatwa kar mera paani saaf karwaya.

    Isi tarah hamne ek aur round sex kiya. Fir main aur Zoya ek doosre ki baahon mein so gaye. Shabbir ko Zoya ne uski legs ke paas sulaya. Subah uth kar Zoya ne Shabbir ko laat maar kar jagaya aur usko apne paon dabane ko kaha.

    Jab Shabbir Zoya ke paon dabane laga, tab Zoya mere paon dabane lagi. Dabate-dabate wo mera lauda hatho mein lekar hilane lagi. Jaise hi mera lauda khada hone laga, wo mera lauda muh mein lekar chungne lagi. Fir main bhi uske muh ko chodne laga.

    Zoya ne Shabbir ko kaha: Jab tak main iska lauda chungti hu, tu meri chut chaat kutte.

    Ye keh kar usne Shabbir ka muh apni chut par rakh kar, apne paon se uska sar daba ke pakda, aur mera lauda chungne lagi. Maine uske muh ke andar apna paani nikaal diya, aur Zoya ne Shabbir ko chut ka paani chataya.

    Uske baad hamne fresh ho kar naasta kiya. Fir hum ghoomne nikal pade. Raaste mein kayi baar Zoya ne mujhe hontho pe kiss kiya. Uske pati ko jalane ki koi kasar nahi chhodhi usne. Ye sab dekh kar mujhe gussa aaya, aur maine ek plan banaya. To be continued…

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  • TikTok to Only Fans – Part 3

    Hi friend, I convinced Mom to kiss me on the lip for the TikTok video. Read the last part to understand.

    The next morning before going to work, me and Mom browsed for new blouse designs for the next TikTok video. I found a beautiful sleeveless black blouse with a deep cut. I showed it to my Mom, Flora. She loved it.

    Then I went to work, and in the evening after work, I bought the dress materials she needed. I came back home, and Mom was so happy to see me because our last video was still getting more views. She wanted to stitch the blouse immediately so that we could make the new video. I got a crazy idea.

    Me: Mom, before taking the video, I think we need to practice.

    Flora: What practice?

    Me: We need to practice our act of kissing for the video.

    Flora gulped her saliva and said, Can’t we do it without the kiss? I showed the same type of video without the kiss. There were no views at all.

    Me: No kiss, no views, if you want views or not.

    Flora: Yes, yes, I need views.

    Me: Then shall we practice kissing?

    Flora came close to me. We were both looking at each other.

    Me: Let’s kiss on the cheeks first, so when we get comfortable with that, we can kiss on the lip.

    Flora: Ok, then I kiss first.

    Mom started kissing all over my face. Then I kissed all over her face. Then we both slowly kissed on the lips with a small peck. I was hugging Mom. My hands were on her ass. Then we slowly kissed again, this little bit deep. My dick started to rise. I tried to control my dick, but I couldn’t.

    It started to poke Mom. We didn’t stop in the heat of the moment. We started to kiss more and more. Every second, it became more intense.

    Me: Mom, I’m going to grab your ass.

    Flora: what?

    Me: It’s part of the act. It will give us more views. Don’t you want our video to be a little different from others?

    She immediately accepted it. I grabbed her ass without any hesitation, and we started kissing again. We kissed for at least 5 minutes.

    Mom stopped kissing and said that was a good kiss, honey. I never thought she would say that.

    Flora: I never thought kissing lips felt so good.

    I was shocked and asked if you had never kissed Dad on the lips before.

    Flora: That drunkard never kissed me like this before.

    Me: If you liked it, why don’t we kiss again?

    Flora: Sure, honey.

    We kissed again. This time was deeper, and my hands were crushing her booty like crazy, and she didn’t mind at all. After 5 minutes, we broke our liplock.

    Flora: Is this kiss enough of our video?

    Me: It’s more than enough, Mom.

    We stopped hugging, and I removed my hands from my ass. Mom saw my bone in my pants, and as usual, she started teasing me.

    Flora: Son, something entered into your trousers. It’s poking, see.

    She pointed her finger towards my dick.

    Me: Don’t tease me, Mom.

    She started to laugh. My grown baby, come, let’s eat dinner. As we were eating dinner, Dad came back as usual. He was drunk as hell. He just went straight to the room and slept.

    The only good thing about Dad is that after drinking, he goes straight to sleep. After dinner, Mom worked in my room to stitch her blouse. I was tired, so I told her to go to sleep. The next day was the same as usual. I went to work and checked my TikTok account to see whether it was monetized.

    It was still pending. Afterwards, the parcel I ordered for the video came. It was a party eye mask. I didn’t want anyone to find our identity, so I bought it.

    In the evening, after work, I came back home. Mom was excited to see me.

    Me: What is it, Mom? Why are you so excited?

    Flora: I finished the blouse. Look at this.

    She showed me the blouse.

    Me: That was fast, Mom.

    Flora: Do you want to check it out?

    Me: Yes.

    We went to our room. She removed her nighty in front of me. She had a bra and pants inside. Mom wore the blouse on top of the bra, but that bra was not suitable for the blouse, so I told her to remove the bra.

    She immediately removed the bra in front of me, showing off her big boobs and perky nipples. I got excited immediately, but I controlled myself. Then she wore the blouse again and the see-through saree. Mom looked like a Mallu lady, very hot.

    Flora: Come on, son, let’s start making a video. I can’t wait any longer.

    Mom was getting addicted to TikTok views. I fixed my phone in the stand, and I also got ready, then gave Mom the eye mask to hide our identity. We did the song ‘Sibling Sibling.’ Mom did everything just as I said. In the end, it’s time for kissing.

    Me: Mom, till now while we practiced kissing, it was very soft. This time, kiss me vigorously, ok?

    Flora: Like how?

    Me: I will show you.

    I came close to Mom, pulled her towards me, crushing her boobs on my chest. I grabbed her ass and kissed her as deeply as I could. After a few minutes, I stopped.

    Me: Do you understand, Mom?

    Mom was stunned by the kiss. She didn’t speak for a while.

    Me: Mom, Mom, what happened?

    Flora: Nothing. It just felt different this time.

    Me: Do you like it?

    Flora: yes.

    Me: Then, shall we continue taking the video?

    Flora: Let’s continue.

    Started recording again. Mom came very close to me. We both grabbed each other and started kissing for the video this time. In the heat of the moment, I pushed my hand inside her panty, grabbing her naked ass. My dick was poking in between her legs.

    We kissed for almost 10 minutes. It was all recorded on my phone. Mom came to her senses and all of a sudden stopped kissing.

    Flora: That’s enough, right?

    Me: Yes, Mom.

    I stopped the recording. Mom’s face looked flushed. To make her go back to normal, I told her there was one more video.

    Flora: What video?

    Me: Dance video for your blouse. Don’t you want to show off the blouse you stitched?

    Flora: Yes, I want to.

    I recorded Mom for the Chikini Chameli song. She danced, showing off her cleavage as much as she could. After that, Mom became happy again after dancing, then we both ate food together, and Mom went to sleep. I edited both videos and posted them on TikTok.

    While editing the kissing scene made me hard, I started stroking, thinking of Mom’s ass. After 20 minutes of continuous masturbation, I came on my hand, then I wiped it on a towel and slept.  Early in the morning, Mom came to my room to try to wake me up.

    Me: A few more minutes, Mom.

    I covered myself with a bedsheet and started to sleep again. Mom couldn’t wait. She got on top of me, pulled down the bedsheet, and shook me hard. I woke up and saw Mom was on top of me. She was sitting on my dick. She was so excited she didn’t notice it at all.

    Me: What is it, Mom?

    Flora: Look, our video got so many views.

    Our ‘Sibling Sibling’ song video got so much more than 3 lakh overnight and is still increasing. In that video, my hands were inside her dress. I made sure it was clear in the video.

    Flora: My dance video didn’t get that many views.

    I looked, but it also got 90k views, which is not bad either.

    Me: I told you right. This kind of video gets more views, Mom.

    Flora: I never knew these kinds of videos got more views and likes.

    Me: These kinds of videos are very famous nowadays, Mom.

    Flora: Yes, beta, I believe you now. Hereafter,  I will do anything you say without any question.

    Me: Do anything?

    Flora: Yes, anything.

    I grabbed Mom’s boobs and said, “Will you let me grab your boobs for a  video?” I could see the shock on her face, but she said yes. I squeezed her boobs without any hesitation.

    Then I pulled Mom down. She fell over me, and I grabbed her ass and said, “Will you let me squeeze your ass for the video?” Mom immediately said yes.

    I rolled her around, came on top of her, and kissed her on the lips. Squeezing her boobs with my left hand and pushing my hard dick between her legs above her dress.

    Flora: Son, ahhh, is this ahhh for the video?

    Me: Yes, Mom, for the video, will you let me?

    Flora: Yes, yes, I will let you do anything for the video.

    We kissed for at least 10 minutes. My hands were roaming all over Mom’s body. And I was rubbing my dick on her pussy. I think Mom reached an orgasm.

    Flora: Honey, enough. Is this really for a video?

    Me: Yes, Mom, we are going to shoot a Holi colour video.

    Flora: Holi video, oh my god, it’s been ages since I celebrated Holi.

    Mom was very excited. I was still on top of her.

    Me: Mom, do you have a white saree?

    Flora: Yes, I have an old one.

    Me: Then shall we make a Holi video?

    Flora loved my idea of making a Holi video. I went to the shop and bought coloured Holi powders and came back home. Mom was already wearing the whole saree with a white blouse.

    Flora: Where are we going to shoot this video?

    Me: I am thinking of shooting in the back of the house.

    Trees fully surround our house’s backside so no one can see us.

    Flora: Good idea. Let go.

    Me: Can you remove your blouse?

    Flora: Why, honey?

    Me: In this video, you are going to be a statue.

    Flora: I am a statue, huh?

    Mom removed her blouse and bra in front of me, then covered her boobs with her saree. We went outside. I positioned my phone on a stand. Then I told Mom to raise her hands above her head and cross them.

    Me: Stay still, Mom.

    I took a bucket of water and poured it over Mom’s body, making her all wet. Her saree was clinging to her body, showing off her body everything. We both were wearing our eye masks so that no one could find out about us.

    I started to record the video. I took some red Holi powder in both of my hands. I went behind Mom, rubbing over her boobs, squeezing them hard, leaving my handprint. Then I turned Mom around, showing her back to the camera. I placed my hands on her ass and squeezed them as hard as I could.

    Mom stood like a statue and never said anything.

    Me: Now, Mom, I will stand like a statue. You dance around me seductively, rubbing Holi powder over my body.

    I’m wearing only a white pant, showing off my body as well. Mom started dancing around me. She rubbed Holi powder all over my body.
    After a while, I said that’s enough, Mom. Mom stopped dancing.

    I took some Holi powder and rubbed it all over her face. We started playing with colour powder. We both got fully covered with Holi powder. Afterwards, I told Mom.

    Me: enough playing Mom, let wash and go. I have to edit the video.

    Flora: Ok, ok.

    I removed my pants and innerwear in front of Mom purposefully. She saw my dick naked and started washing myself. I acted like I couldn’t reach my back. Mom saw that.

    Flora: Son, let me help you.

    Me: No need, Mom. I can do it myself.

    Flora: Come on, son, I am your Mom. Let me wash you. I used to bathe you when you were little.

    Me: If you want to wash me, then you should let me wash you.

    Flora: Ok, no problem for me.

    Mom removed her saree and stood naked in front of me. Immediately, I said, “Let me wash you first.” I just went near Mom and started rubbing soap on her back with both of my hands.  I slowly moved my hand from back towards her ass, putting soap on her ass. My Mom sweats plumpy ass.

    I felt like slapping it hard. Then I came close to her body, pressing my erect dick between her cheeks. I started rubbing on her belly region and slowly went upwards, grabbing both of her boobs. Squeezing Mom’s boobs is giving me a high temper.

    Then I slowly lowered my right hand towards Mom’s pussy. She didn’t stop me. I think she also liked it. In pretend of rubbing soap. I was fingering Mom with my right hand and pressing her boobs with my left.

    Mom started to moan. I immediately stopped fingering and told Mom to wash me. I can see a disappointment in Mom’s face.

    But she started rubbing soap on my back, and then I turned, showing off my erect dick. Mom smiled, seeing my dick rubbed soap on my chest, then on my belly. Mom was staring at my dick the whole time. She slowly placed her hand on my dick and gently rubbed soap.

    It was heavenly. Mom felt my dicks temper, and it was a handjob from my Mom. I couldn’t control myself. Mom, you are getting dry. I took some soap and started rubbing on her pussy. Mom immediately increased her grip on my dick. We both were pleasuring each other by pretending to help each other.

    Mom started to moan again due to my fingering.

    After 10 minutes, Mom released her orgasm all over my hand, and at the same time, I also cummed all over Mom’s hand.  I immediately hugged Mom and said that felt good, Mom. She also replied, I also like it, son. We both washed ourselves.

    When I came inside our house, I thought Mom would be disappointed by our actions, but Mom acted like nothing happened.

    Here, I stop the story. The next part is going to be crazy, guys. I’m going to Fuck My Mom, so stay tuned. If you want the next part, comment and like.

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  • Webcam family – Part 3

    Hello friends! In the previous part, I told you how I convinced my uncle and aunt and had a threesome with them. The next day, after dinner, I went to my aunt’s room.

    Me: Are you okay? You have not seen outside today.

    Aunt: You and your uncle fucked me so hard yesterday that I couldn’t walk properly the whole day. That’s why I had to make the excuse of being unwell.

    Me: We will do this even further, right?

    Aunt: Absolutely. I had so much fun yesterday that I couldn’t explain it. Give me a few days to overcome the pain of my ass and then we will do it again.

    Then I went to my room. There I masturbated thinking about my aunt and fell asleep.

    Then 3 days later, at night, my eyes opened when someone knocked on the door. I opened the door, and dad was in front of me. Papa came inside. Our conversation happened like this –

    Dad: I saw what you were doing with your uncle and aunt a few days ago.

    Me (shocked and worried): Dad, actually…

    Dad: But, how did you convince them?

    Then I told the whole story to dad – all about the webcam call and then also the thing about that night.

    Dad: Actually, I wanted to fuck Rani for the last 21 years. Since then, when she has been in our house. But I did not know that her thinking was like this.

    Me: Do you still want to fuck aunt?

    Dad: Can you arrange it?

    Me: Absolutely. What will I get in return?

    Dad: What do you want?

    Me: I will tell you later. But when I ask, you should not disagree.

    Dad: Okay.

    The next day, due to some work of business, uncle had to go out of the station. Aunt’s pain had subsided. She was walking normally again. After dinner, I went to my aunt’s room.

    Me: Can we do it today?

    Aunt: Of course, we can.

    Then I took off my t-shirt and pants. I lied down naked on the bed and kissed my aunt’s lips. Aunt was only in a nightie. Her nipples were visible over the nightie. After some time, I took off her nightie. We both got naked. Then I started sucking both her boobs. She started emitting deep sighs. Then I started pressing my aunt’s hips with both my hands. Her moaning was getting louder. I made her lay and started licking her pussy. I was also fingering her pussy while licking. Her pussy had become wet. She was pressing her boobs and was heating up.

    Right then, I told her that there was a surprise for her. Aunt asked what the surprise was. So I told her to wait and came out of the room. Dad was waiting in my room. I called him who was wearing only shorts. I took off his shorts.

    Then I took my dad to my aunt’s room. My aunt was fingering her pussy.

    As my aunt looked at dad and she covered herself with a pillow. She was turning red in shame. Before I said anything, my dad went and sat beside aunt. Then he placed his hand on my aunt’s shoulder and said –

    Dad: Rani, please don’t be shy. I have been lusting after you for 21 years. Today, my son has fulfilled my wish.

    Aunt: But, you are my husband’s elder brother. How can I do all this with you?

    Dad: If you can do it with my son, then why not with me?

    Saying this, dad removed his hand from aunt’s shoulder and started moving it on her ass. Aunt was already hot there. That is why she couldn’t stop herself for a long time.

    Aunt threw her pillow away and went to lock lips with dad. I again started licking my aunt’s pussy to make her hotter. After some time, my aunt started sucking my dad’s dick. She called me too and then started shaking my dick with one hand. Dad’s dick was slightly shorter. It was approximately 5.5 inches, but it was fatter and darker than mine.

    After some time, my aunt started sucking my dick. Papa went behind and inserted his dick into aunt’s ass. Aunt looked at me and screamed, “Ouchhhh..”

    Dad was very excited and had already started fucking aunt. Aunt, in her enthusiasm, inserted my entire dick into her mouth. Sometimes, my dick was going to her throat.

    After some time, I rotated my aunt in the bed. Then I inserted my dick into her pussy and started fucking her. Dad again inserted his dick into her mouth. Meanwhile, I went and sat on the chair and my aunt sat on my couch, pushing her ass over my dick. Dad inserted his dick into her pussy.

    Me: Looks like this slut is enjoying taking the double penetration.

    Aunt: Yes, last day you and your uncle fucked me like that and I enjoyed it. Now, stop talking about this shit and fuck me harder, you motherfucker!

    Along with fucking aunt’s ass, I was also pressing both her boobs hard and was kissing on her back. Where dad was kissing her lips along with fucking her pussy. Dad was fucking with great enthusiasm. That was why after fucking her like that for some time, dad ejaculated.

    Then I again laid my aunt on the bed and started fucking her pussy. Dad was sitting on the chair and watching us. After some time, my aunt told me to remove my dick from her pussy as she would release water. Then I took out my dick and the water came out of her pussy rapidly.

    After releasing the water, my aunt was also very tired. So, she took my dick in her mouth and started giving me a tremendous blowjob. My “Aah…” also kept coming out quite loudly.

    After some time, my cum came out of her mouth. She ate my entire cum just like a pornstar.

    We all lied down on the bed. We kissed each other. After some time, dad got up and went to his room, but I slept with my aunt in her room.

    I will continue the story in the next part.

    ***

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  • We met somewhere in the parallel universe

    She felt as if she were drifting through galaxies. Shooting stars illuminate her path after experiencing the most exquisite orgasm of her life. He was brushing her soft petal lips with his thumb, adoring her. She was lying naked on the bed. Just processing the events that have carried on till now.

    He moved closer to her boobs and kissed the top of her pink tits. He was admiring the beauty of those pink tits as a crown jewel. He had seen many girls and slept with them, but no one was even near to her. He wanted to cherish the moment and make it remarkable.

    But he didn’t know he had given her a lifetime memory. He took time sucking her tits. There were no teeth involved. He gave bites with his lips, and his tongue was doing all circles. She was getting wet, drawing her back to reality with pleasure.

    He was rubbing his fingers over her pussy lips. He was so good with fingers. She felt an artist in him. He played just like one would use a guitar. She had been fucked brutally for 15 minutes, and her pussy was dripping his cum. She kept her hand on his chest.

    She slowly moved it down to his belly and touched his cock, which was hard as a rock. She started stroking it hard. She pulled his uncut skin as below as possible and stroked it hard. She did it in pleasure and punishment for being so hard while fucking, though she had multiple orgasms.

    He came after 10 minutes of stroking. It’s time for him to return the favour. She thought he would finger her hard and take revenge, But he went down, and his eyes were stuck on the gateway to heaven. He worshipped those gates with his lips, and he licked her for 20 minutes at regular intervals.

    It’s the biggest session for her without orgasm. She couldn’t control it. She begged him to make her cum. But he continued to tease her. Finally, he fingered her fast. She was travelling faster than time. The pleasure has words to explain. She screamed “Daddy” and panted. Closed her eyes.

    How It Started:

    In the quiet corners of their digital world, where words flowed like ink on parchment, their connection blossomed. She is a tempest of determination and independence. He is a seasoned traveller of life’s twists and turns. Their age gap is a chasm bridged by shared interests and the allure of uncharted conversations.

    The virtual stage was set, framed by pixels and illuminated by the glow of screens. Their initial encounter—a clash of literary swords—revealed their contrasting perspectives. The heroine, fiery and unyielding, criticized an author’s portrayal of a love triangle’s female character.

    The hero, intrigued by her fervour, decided to play the devil’s advocate. “Ah,” he mused, “but you see, my dear, this celebrated author’s words have been etched into the minds of millions. Surely, such deliberation preceded each sentence.”

    She is a medical student in bustling Bangalore. Her roots trailed back to Kerala’s lush greenery and dissected his arguments with precision. Her intellect danced across the digital expanse, leaving him both amused and captivated. And he, an artist and clandestine writer, revelled in her cerebral prowess.

    Under the banter, a silent affection brewed—a recognition of kindred minds. He dropped hints, subtle as brushstrokes on canvas. His dominance, a whispered secret, revealed itself in the cadence of his sentences. She, perceptive beyond her years, sensed it—the quiet strength that lay beneath his playful facade.

    To the world, she remained the enigmatic girl with an attitude. But in their clandestine chats, vulnerability seeped through the keystrokes. And so they continued, unravelling layers of themselves. Conversations flowed like monsoon rains, washing away pretence.

    He admired her tenacity while she marvelled at his ability to paint emotions with mere words. Their shared passion for storytelling weaved an invisible thread, binding them across the digital abyss.

    In the quiet hours, when the world slept, and dreams tiptoed, she confessed her fears—the weight of expectations, the burden of brilliance. He listened, his words a soothing balm. “You’re not alone,” he assured her. “Strength lies in vulnerability, and brilliance blooms in imperfection.”

    And she, once the unyielding heroine, softened. Under the armour of defiance, she found solace in his acceptance. Their age difference blurred—a mere footnote in their shared narrative. For in the realm of pixels and prose, hearts recognized no calendar.

    Their story, an unfolding manuscript, awaited its denouement. Would they remain confined to the digital ether? Or would fate conspire to merge their worlds beyond the screen? Only time, that elusive storyteller, held the answer.

    And so they typed on, weaving their tale—one keystroke at a time. As the seasons shifted, so did the contours of their connection. What began as a dance of words in the virtual ballroom of shared interests soon transcended the boundaries of screens and keystrokes.

    He, the artist with ink-stained fingers and a heart that painted emotions, found himself drawn to her resilience. Beneath her stubborn facade, he glimpsed vulnerability—a rare bloom in the arid landscape of their digital realm. The age gap, once a numerical curiosity, faded like footprints in the sand.

    She, the medical student navigating the labyrinth of textbooks and stethoscopes, discovered solace in his words. His dominance, once a whispered secret, is now wrapped around her like a comforting shawl. Their late-night conversations became constellations—a map to uncharted territories of the heart.

    And so they met, not in pixels or paragraphs, but on a rainy afternoon in Bangalore. The scent of wet earth clung to her skin, and he, the artist, stood there—a canvas waiting for her brushstrokes. His eyes held galaxies—the same ones they’d discussed under moonlit metaphors.

    Their first touch, as electric as lightning, shattered the barriers of age and expectation. His hands, calloused from wielding brushes and pens, traced constellations on her skin. She, the girl who once wore defiance like armour, surrendered to the gravity of his touch.

    In the quiet corners of cafes, they shared stories—their own and those of forgotten poets. He recited verses, and she dissected metaphors. Their laughter echoed, a symphony of souls finding harmony. The world blurred—their pasts, their futures—until only the present remained.

    He, the decade-older artist, whispered promises against her lips. “I’ll paint you,” he vowed. “Not on canvas, but in the hues of every sunrise.” She, the girl who defied conventions, leaned into his embrace. “And I,” she replied, “will write you into existence—a novel of love and defiance.”

    Their love, a masterpiece in progress, defied logic. It bloomed in the crevices of their differences—the ink stains and stethoscopes, the rain-soaked streets and moon-kissed nights. They were no longer characters in a digital dialogue. They were protagonists in their own story.

    And as the monsoons returned, they danced—a tango of vulnerability and passion. Age became an afterthought, and love, an uncharted territory they explored with trembling hands. The heroine shed her armour, and the hero discarded his brushes.

    Together, they wove a narrative—a symphony of hearts that dared to defy time. And so, their relationship evolved—a collision of ink and stardust, pixels and poetry. They became more than words—they became a love story etched into the fabric of the universe.

    Him: (leaning against the bar) Favorite colour?

    Her: (smiling) Rosy.

    Him: (grinning) Dream destination?

    Her: (eyes sparkling) Constellations.

    Him: (raising an eyebrow) Coffee or tea?

    Her: (playfully) Caffeinated.

    Him: (leaning closer) Sunrise or sunset?

    Her: (tilting her head) Both.

    Him: (whispering) Love?

    Her: (tracing his palm) You.

    Him: (heart racing) Always?

    Her: (kissing him) Forever.

    Him: (gazing at the stars) Cosmic witnesses.

    Her: (smiling) Our love story.

    Him: (pulling her close) Naughty secrets.

    Her: (winking) Witty banter.

    Him: (voice low) Romantic whispers.

    Her (hand in his) Ageless hearts.

    Him: (under the moon) Eternity.

    Her: (whispering) Tango of forever.”

    “And now, let’s waltz through deeper waters. Tell me, what’s your relationship status?”

    Her: Currently single, but I’ve danced with love before.

    Him: Ah, past relationships?

    Her: “A few. Some sweet waltzes, others fiery tangos. Each left its mark.

    Him: And your take on women’s equality?

    “Equality isn’t a dance. it’s a symphony. We all play different instruments, but the music should harmonize.”

    Him: Feminism?

    Her: It’s the choreography of justice. Breaking old steps, creating new ones. A revolution on tiptoe.

    Him: Lesbianism?

    Her: It’s a duet—a secret pas de deux. Love unbound by gender, hearts pirouetting.

    Him: And the dance of dominance and submission?

    Her: Ah, that’s complex. Sometimes we lead, sometimes we follow. It’s about trust, consent, and finding rhythm.

    Him: Our dance, then?

    Her: Let’s improvise. No choreography, just us.

    Her: Sunset or sunrise?

    Him: Sunrise. It’s like a fresh start every day.

    Her: What’s your guilty pleasure song?

    Him: Definitely ‘Careless Whisper’ by George Michael. Yours?

    Her: If you were a dessert, what would you be?

    Him: I’d be a warm chocolate lava cake—melting hearts since ’92.

    Her: What’s your favourite childhood memory?

    Him: Building pillow forts with my siblings. Yours?

    Her: If you could time-travel, which era would you visit?

    Him: The Roaring Twenties. Flapper dresses and jazz—what’s not to love?

    Her: What’s your go-to dance move?

    Him: The awkward shuffle. But I promise I’m better at slow dancing.

    Her: What’s the most romantic place you’ve ever been?

    Him: A secluded beach in Bali, under a sky full of stars.

    Her: Describe your dream date in three words.

    Him: Candlelit, laughter-filled, unforgettable.

    Her: What’s your favourite love poem?

    “Pablo Neruda’s ‘Sonnet XVII.’ It’s pure magic.”

    Her: If we were characters in a movie, what genre would it be?

    “Definitely a quirky indie rom-com.”

    I am sure many of you would have stopped midway and felt it boring. I wrote this story to like-minded ppl who will see the beauty of the story. Waiting for your response. You know where to contact me: [email protected].

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  • BDSM Session with a sex story reader

    Hello, this is Vivek back with a bang. I used to write on Indian Sex Stories for a long time but had deactivated the account for some reason. Now I am back to writing this steamy sex story about me and a reader of my sex stories. I am a young business person owning a small firm.

    I love writing erotica, sexting, pleasuring ladies through steamy roleplays and a lot more online. In real life, owing to work, I travel a lot. So I find less time. But when I hook up, I like to keep it as spicy as it can get. I have a wide range of kinks and love to keep my mind open and get to know what my partner wants.

    Let’s get to the story now. This is a steamy tale. I pleasured a reader of my sex stories through a BDSM session. It involves various kinks, from tieing up, edging, spanking, and whipping to humiliation and semi-public play. It involves lots of kinky action and pure, elaborate, sensual fun.

    Neha, a middle-aged lady, was an ardent reader of my stories. She was single but had a good experience of physical intimacy. She had recently started gaining interest in BDSM and was getting familiar with the aspects. That is when she came across one of my stories.

    She liked the writing and the kinks that were involved and decided to write me an email. She expressed her feedback on the story through the email. She also explained how she wishes to explore more of BDSM. I am always elated to receive such positive feedback.

    We started chatting after the initial formalities. I was happy that she appreciated the details that I had written in the story. We got to talking on Google chat. The initial chats were just about experiences and how she was now seeking to try out BDSM. But she was not getting any good leads.

    I explained to her how proper communication is necessary in such situations. Understanding what the partner wants and bringing each other on the same plane helps in getting into a good kinky situation. I proceeded to ask her what roles she finds herself suitable for.

    Without wasting a minute, her reply came that she was a pure submissive who wished to be dominated. She is a very confident and dominating person otherwise. But in bed, she feels like someone should take control over her. We then proceeded to understand each other’s kinks and limits.

    She said that most of my kinks were hers as well and that she had a few soft limits. Her hard limits were extreme stuff like violence, etc, which were mine too. When she finished explaining her limits, I decided to make a bold move. “Get on all fours in bra and panties and describe yourself to master.”

    I didn’t know how she would react to this, but I had a pretty positive feeling. Not long after, I received a detailed reply. “I take off my t-shirt and fold it and keep it away. I unbuckle my jeans and take them off. I step out of them and stand in front of you in just my black lace bra and dark red cotton panties.”

    I was so excited to read her description of herself. “I am not very tall but not very short either. My skin tone is fairer than average Indians, dark black hair past my shoulder, red lips, black eyes, 34D Boobs that jiggle a lot with brown nipples. I am curvy with a round ass. I usually keep a trimmed pussy. You can say I am thick but not very chubby.”

    The description itself was enough to get anyone excited. She sounded gorgeous! The initial dialogue slowly turned into our very first sexting roleplay. It ended with both of us cumming while playing with ourselves while chatting. That was the start of our chats.

    We talked a lot about sex and fantasies. I introduced her to various kinks and also explained how they go about. Slowly she started opening up to me and got very free. We also talked about daily lives and connected in general. I decided to take things to the next level.

    I asked her if she would like to obey tasks that I give by text or call. She had never tried it, so she was not very sure about it. But anyway, she decided to give it a shot, first on chat. I started with really simple tasks. I asked her to strip to her panties and sit on her knees as she talked to me.

    She said she did it. I replied and gave her a precise instruction to play with her breasts. (Not mentioning it here. Connect with me if you wish to know!) She replied in excitement. I gave her a few more instructions. It involved her playing with her breasts, not in the way someone usually does.

    She said her panties were drenched already. She was immensely enjoying being controlled like this. I then gave her some instructions that involved touching herself, but I didn’t let her cum. I wanted to test her control. She was begging to cum. It made me understand that she was into it and was obeying.

    The chats slowly turned into calls and then video calls. We were pretty open with each other and trusted that we would respect each other’s limits. We tried a variety of kinky tasks and dares involving a lot of household stuff as props. One fine day, we decided to take it up a notch.

    We decided to meet up at a commonplace. I was visiting her city for my business work and decided to stay a bit longer. She agreed to the meet-up on the condition that we would first have dinner at some restaurant and then spend the night together. We decided on various things that we would try out.

    The day finally came. We were meeting in a restaurant. I had reserved the table and was waiting for her. I was wearing a black shirt and jeans. I had ordered some basic food before she came. She entered the restaurant. She was wearing a white top, which was a bit tight around her round melons and a denim skirt.

    Just as we had decided, she was looking gorgeous. She stepped in, and I stood up and hugged her to greet her. She must have smelt my musky, manly cologne. I hugged her and whispered in her ear. “Welcome to the sexy night. I hope you are ready!”

    She gulped down and replied, “Yes, I am. Show me what you have got.” She smiled and sat down. I stared at her as we spoke. We had some small talk and got comfortable first. We had decided what the safeword would be and what she was open to doing. So, the scene was already set.

    The first course was served and we sat back waiting for the second. I messaged her on her phone. “Keep your panties on the table once the table is cleared.” I messaged her and then physically pointed out to her to check the message. I did so to do it differently instead of telling it out loud.

    I could see her blush as she read the message. She typed in “Okay, Master” and a winking smile. The waiter cleared the table and went to get us the next course. She swung into action. The skirt allowed her to peel off the panties from her crotch easily. She kept them on the table.

    Dark red lace panties were now on the white table. “Good! Now, wear them back before the waiter gets here!” I decided to play her. She quickly picked them up and hurriedly tried to pull them up, but they got stuck in her ankles. The waiter came with our order.

    She was caught like a deer in the headlights. She stayed calm. The table was well covered, so the waiter must not have seen it. He served and went away. I could see her excitement and anxiety when she pulled her panties up as soon as the waiter left.

    We started eating. I took off my fancy slipper and slowly put my foot on her foot. I traced her calf with my toes and slowly slid my foot up to her thighs. I spread her legs under the table with my foot. I gently rubbed my foot in between her thighs. I made sure my toes touched her intimate areas.

    I stared at her as we both ate. She was red with blushing and also seemed pretty excited. We were done soon. The entire while, I had my foot around her crotch, touching her intimately with my toes. The waiter asked if we would like any dessert. “Please pack a double scoop of coffee choco delight ice cream,” I said.

    He brought it along with the bill. We headed out. We were going to spend the night at a hotel very close by. We walked there, discussing lots of stuff en route. We reached the elevator and got in. I held her skirt up and touched her ass over the panties.

    “It’s been so much time since I have just seen this. I never got to touch it,” I whispered in her ear and bit her earlobe gently. “I am all yours, Daddy,” she whispered, knowing that I enjoyed such submission from her side. The elevator opened on my floor. We were in the room.

    I locked the room and turned around, and the sight made me too horny! Neha had bent down. She was on all fours, her skirt lifted, exposing her round ass covered by the panties. She wiggled it as if inviting me. “You said you wanted it badly. Here I am,” she said, looking back.

    I walked close to her. The parcel from the hotel was in my hand. “Babe, I need to finish this first!” I said. I squeezed her ass while bending down and slapped it hard. I slapped her ass and squeezed it tight. “Drop that dress, just get in your bra and panties and lay down on the bed, baby girl!” I said as I slapped her ass.

    I quickly changed into shorts and a T-shirt as she was stripping down. I walked to the bed, where she lay down. I put a towel under her, and then I grabbed the parcel. The ice cream had started melting but still was in decent condition. I laid it all on her belly.

    Her beautiful well, well-maintained, curvy figure glistened with a hint of sweat. The sudden cold sensation made her squirm. I didn’t waste a moment and put my lips on the waistband of her panties. I started licking the melt of the ice cream. I licked it off from her waist.

    I slowly started sucking on the scoop, it was melting, and drops trickled all around her soft navel. I sucked on every trail and kissed all around her belly. Like a good submissive, she was complying and kept her movements in control. I was soon done with the ice cream.

    I kissed her belly and licked it clean. I could see her chest rising and going down due to her heavy breaths. I slid a finger over her panties and pressed it firmly. “Oh my god, sir!” She moaned out as soon as I pressed. She was horny and excited for what was about to come next!

    Excited about what will come next? Ladies who wish to chat about their kinks and interests or wish to explore BDSM, feel free to connect on my email at [email protected]. Will share the next part based on replies to this one.

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  • My Grandpa’s House – Tricking Ishani For Threesome – Part 1

    This story, ‘My Grandpa’s House,’is a series. Please read ‘My Grandpa’s House – Swapna Aunty’  to know more about my Grandpa’s family members.

    In the morning, after breakfast, I got ready and came out of my room around 11 am. Ishani was already near the car, waiting for me. She was wearing a crop top, a white T-shirt, and a knee-length matching skirt. She looked much younger than 23 years old in that short, sexy dress.

    She was more eager than me to go to the farmhouse as she had got Grandpa’s nod yesterday night. I saw Rohit sitting in the car at the wheel.

    “Why is Rohit coming with us, Rahul?” Ishani asked with a frown.

    “Do you know how to drive a car, Isha? I can’t drive as I don’t have an Indian driving license. Maybe he will drop us and come back,” I said, getting in the back seat of the car. I saw some gunny bags in the front passenger seat.

    “No, Anna, I have some work on the farm. So I will be staying and bringing you guys back after you are finished,” Rohit said, winking at me. He knew the reason why Ishani and I were going to the farmhouse.

    “I know why you are coming, creep. To peep at us like you always do when I come here. I am telling you, if you try any of your dirty tricks with me today, I will complain to Grandpa and Swapna Aunty (Rohit’s mom),” Hissing at Rohit Ishani sat in the back seat with me.

    While Ishani sat in the car, her skirt rode up, showing her well-toned thighs. Rohit started the car, and it was moving out of the compound. Placing my right hand on her left thigh caressing her, I said,” Chill, Isha. Rohit will behave today.”

    I moved my hand close to her crotch, feeling her panties. I was not surprised to see it damp. She was eager to have sex. Ishani looked down at my hand under her skirt. Pushing it, she said in a low tone, “What are you doing, Rahul?” Seeing the car on the lonely village road, I grabbed Ishani.

    Hugging her tightly, kissed on her lips. My left hand moved to her back, pulling her. My right hand crept to her chest and cupped one breast, kneading her firm B-cup tit. Ishani moaned in my mouth. I sucked her tender lips, thrusting my tongue in her mouth.

    She was trying to pull her lips from mine and was pushing me back. I kissed her for a minute and pulled back my lips. “What has got in you today, Rahul? Till yesterday, you were a gentleman, and now you are behaving like Rohit. Maybe yesterday night corrupted you,” Ishani said, hitting on my chest playfully.

    My hand was still cupping her breast. Gently pressing her tits on the shirt, I said, “How come your tits are small even though you are 23, Isha? I have read that if breasts are pressed and sucked, they tend to grow up. You should try it with your friends and ask them to suck it regularly.”

    “You are bluffing. I never read anything like that,” Ishani said, looking at my hand which was moving inside her shirt now. But she didn’t stop me. My hand, which was under her shirt, pulled the bra cups down. I grabbed the naked breast in my palm.

    Kneading the firm, small breast, thumb tweaking the pointy nipple. I said,” It’s true, Isha. If I stay here for a month, I will make sure that you will change your bra size.”

    “Really. Why don’t you stay back and help me,” Ishani said dumbly, believing me.

    “I am always ready to help you anytime, Akka,” Rohit said, trying to turn back to see what we were doing.

    I wanted to give Rohit a glimpse of his cousin’s breasts. So I moved her shirt up, placing it under her armpits. I exposed her breasts to the sunlight. Ishani was caught unawares and she tried to pull her shirt down. Holding it firmly, I licked her nipple, stretching my tongue. My hand was squeezing the other breast.

    “What are you doing, Rahul?” Ishani said, holding my head, not pushing. If Rohit were not present, she would have begged me to suck. “I wanted to start the treatment. If you don’t like it, I will stop,” I said, stopping licking her nipple.

    “It’s not like that. Understand, Rohit is watching us from the rearview mirror,” Ishani said, blushing, caressing my hair. “So what? Rohit is 19 now and an adult. He knows why we are going to a farmhouse. Not to play brother and sister the whole afternoon,”

    I mouthed her sharp nipple and sucked it hard. I hoped Rohit saw his cousin’s tits getting sucked. Ishani pressed my head to her chest, urging me to suck her hard. My right hand crept under her skirt again, held the pantie waistband and tried to tug it down.

    It didn’t budge as her ass was hindering. I sensed Ishani lifting her buttocks off the seat. I quickly pulled the panties down to her knees. I didn’t stop till I removed them from her feet. The same hand went up and placed it on her crotch. I rubbed it with my palm, making her jump on the car seat.

    I sucked her nipple, pressed the free one and roamed my hand all over her pussy mound. Ishani had placed her face on my shoulder. She was breathing heavily as I pleasured her sensitive parts. I switched over to the other nipple and cupped the saliva-drenched breast.

    Inserting my middle finger in her, I finger fucked her and thumb playing with the clit nonstop. “Aah, I am cumming. Rahul,” Ishani screamed, biting my earlobe, raised her hips to match my finger movements and stayed still.

    Releasing, she was experiencing orgasm. I allowed her ass to rest down on the seat. Her pussy was trying to squeeze my finger. She was dripping heavily, wetting my fingers with her juices.

    I swallowed her whole breast in my mouth, tongue flicking the nipple. I was keeping my finger still inside, giving her time to cool down. After a few seconds, Ishani stared into my eyes.

    With fake anger, she said, “Did you have to do this here in front of Rohit? Couldn’t you have waited till we reached the farmhouse, Rahul?”

    “I didn’t see nor hear anything, Akka. Your love nest has arrived,” Rohit said, stopping the car.

    Ishani pushed my mouth away from her nipples. She pulled her bra cups down, hiding her treasure, and the shirt fell. I pulled my finger from her wet pussy, and she covered her thighs with her skirt.

    “Panties. Where is my panty, Rahul?” Ishani asked, searching for her panties on the car floor, but she couldn’t find them.

    “Why do you need it? Anyway, I am going to remove it. You can wear it when we drive back,” I said, getting down from the car.

    “Shameless guy. I feel naked without panties,” Ishani got down, trying to cover her thighs with her knee-length skirt. Holding her hand, we walked to the farmhouse’s main door. I saw a swimming pool on the right side where Rohit was standing in his briefs, ready to take a dip in the pool.

    “Come join Anna,” Rohit said, waving at me.

    Removing the T-shirt over the head, pulled the shorts down. Giving my clothes to Ishani, I said,” You can wear my shorts if you feel your pussy is naked.” I said, showing the tent in my briefs. “You both are shameless. Go and show your dick to Rohit,” Ishani said, laughing.

    Pulling my briefs and giving it to her, “I will. Why don’t you show your pussy to him? I think he saw only your tits, not your pussy, in the car.” Saying I ran towards the pool before she hit me. Seeing me naked, Rohit, too, removed his underwear and waved his cock to his sister.

    Ishani came running and pushed naked Rohit into the pool. I jumped into the pool before she tried to push me, and we both were under water. The water was a bit warm as the sun was up high in the sky. Rohit swam towards me and whispered,” I thought you were going to take her in the car itself.”

    “Don’t worry. You will see a good show today. But you have to restrain and act only when I ask you to,” I said sternly, and he nodded. We both swam a few laps. I saw Ishani picking up the clothes which was strewn on the ground and went inside the house.

    My body relaxed as I swam in the pool, but my cock was seeking attention. After 15 minutes, Ishani came out and sat on the deck of the pool, dropping her feet in the water and looking at us swimming. I swam towards her. The water was just 4 feet stood before she placed my hands on her thighs.

    “What took you so long? Did you wear panties?” I asked, trying to peep inside her skirt. “I was cleaning as you made me messy down. I found my panties under the seat but didn’t wear them as you are going to remove them anyway,” Ishani said, smiling.

    “Is it. Let me see,” Saying. I lifted her skirt, pushing her legs aside, placing my head between her thighs and peeped at her crotch. Ishani had shaved her hair. Her pussy lips were glistening with juices in the sunlight. “Stop rascal. Rohit is watching us,” Said Ishani, trying to push my head away from her thighs.

    Taking my hands behind her back and grabbing her buttocks. I pulled her to the edge of the deck so I could mouth her. Ishani, giggling, tried to pull my head up, holding my hair. My lips came in contact with her bottom lips, inhaling her womanly aroma licked her pussy wildly.

    As she was struggling a lot, I couldn’t suck her properly. But my tongue dived into her slit a few times. Ishani had crouched her upper body, resting her chest on my head. I lost balance when Ishani’s body trembled. My tongue hit her clit. I fell back in the water, pulling Ishani along with me.

    She screamed as we both hit the water. We both were underwater for a few seconds. I pulled her above the water, holding her hips. We both stood firmly on the pool flooring, wiping the water from our faces. I felt my cock being groped underwater by Ishani.

    I looked at her and saw her tiny breasts clearly through the wet white T-shirt. Inserting my hands under her shirt groped her tits, fiddling with her nipples.

    “Shall I take you here, Isha?” I asked, pressing her firm tits.

    “Are you nuts, Rahul? Look how Rohit is staring at us. Come, we will go inside, and you can do whatever you want. I will be your slut the whole afternoon,” Saying she jerked my cock faster.

    Turning Ishani around so I could see Rohit, I kissed her lips and waved to Rohit to come closer. He came silently and stood behind Ishani. Dropping my hands to the sides, I signalled to grope her breasts to Rohit. I saw Rohit lifting his hand. He cupped his elder sister’s naked breasts as the shirt was still up.

    I knew Ishani would think that my hands were on her breasts, not Rohit’s. To distract her, I kissed her wildly, sucking her tender tongue in my mouth. Saliva was getting exchanged, tongue fighting for space. I and Ishani kissed like lovers, not like cousins.

    Rohit was watching us kissing, feeling and squeezing his sister’s breasts for the first time. Ishani was rubbing my cockhead on her slit while she kissed me back. I saw Rohit coming closer to Ishani’s back. Before I stopped him, he was pressing his cock on Ishani’s buttocks.

    Alarmed, Ishani pulled her lips back and turned back. She saw Rohit standing behind her back, groping her breasts and pushing his erect cock to her ass. “You finally got to touch my tits, pervert. Now move away, or I will kick in your cock, bastard,” Ishani said, fuming.

    “Thanks, Anna, for letting me feel Akka’s tits,” Saying Rohit swam away from us.

    Turning towards me, Ishani said, “How can you let him grope me, Rahul?”

    “He was pleading with me since I came. I was feeling guilty as I took his mom yesterday night,” I said, holding her hips and embracing her.

    “So you were offering me to justify your guilt. Why don’t you ask your busty Aunty to satisfy her son,” Ishani said, pulling my cock.

    “Well, that’s not a bad idea. I don’t know if she will oblige,” I said, trying to kiss her again.

    Pushing my face away with her free hand, Ishani said, “Then fool her like you fooled me just now. He has the same size and girth as yours. I thought it was you first. Then I remembered I was holding yours in my hand, and I panicked.”

    “Yes, why not. It can be done but with proper planning, as his cock was similar to mine,” I thought. “Are you ready to become my slut bitch,” I said, afraid how she would take it.

    Ishani gave me a stare and said, “Yes…yes…..use me like a slut, bitch, whore or whatever. Fuck me mindlessly like you fucked Swapna Aunty yesterday.”

    I saw Rohit swimming, swam towards him and whispered, “We are going in. If you want to see a live show, go and hide under the bed quickly before we come in.”

    And swam towards Ishani seeing Rohit getting out of the pool.

    “What were you both talking about?” Ishani asked in suspicion.

    “I told him not to trouble us for the next one hour,” said I hugged her.

    “One hour. Are you man enough to fuck me for one hour?” Ishani said, laughing, groping my cock.

    “Well, let’s see. My cock should break, or your pussy should tear today,” I said, pushing my cock towards her crotch. She was fiddling my cockhead on her lips. I wanted to give Rohit time to rush inside and hide under the bed.

    “Push harder. I want to see if I can take you inside me underwater,” Ishani said, pushing her hips towards me.

    I thrust my cock and felt her pussy lips swallowing the head but restricting further movement. Ishani, gritting her teeth, pushed me but was not successful. I knew I would have a tough time penetrating her tight pussy.

    It was not used much like Swapna Aunty’s. Swapna Aunty’s pussy was well used by Grandpa’s monster 12-inch cock for a very long time.

    “We can’t fuck properly underwater, and that is too standing. But don’t worry, I will make sure it takes Grandpa’s cock too. And make your tits bigger, too, before I leave, darling,” I said, releasing her.

    I knew Rohit should be hiding by now. I dragged her out of the water pulling the cock head from the tight warm confines. As we came to the ground, I saw Ishani’s wet clothes hugging her body, showing all of her body curves. There was nothing left to imagine as she looked nude.

    Ishani took me inside the house, holding my cock. Entering the room, she locked the bedroom door, not wanting Rohit to pry on us. I laughed at her naïve idea. I knew Rohit was already hiding under the bed, waiting for us. Nearing the cot, I pushed Ishani on the bed.

    She fell on her back with her skirt hiking up, exposing her shaved pussy and well-toned legs. She didn’t try to cover her nudity. But instead spread her legs wide, and her pussy lips opened up, showing the pinkish inners. I climbed the bed and got between her legs to mouth her pussy.

    “No, no, suck my tits first, Rahul,” Ishani said, lifting her wet shirt and offering her breasts to suck.

    I moved on top of her and licked both her tits wetting them with saliva. Licking around her brownish areola, I took the sharp nipple and sucked it in my mouth. She tried to hold my head. But I moved both her hands above her head and held it firmly with my left hand.

    I sucked her other breast, too, and it was time for Rohit to enjoy his cousin’s tits. Pushing the shirt above Ishani’s face, preventing her from seeing, I tapped on the cot, signalling Rohit to come up. He quickly came onto the bed and saw Ishani’s exposed tits and her face covered.

    He knew what he was supposed to do. Kneeling on the bed, bringing his lips close to the wet nipple sucked it into his mouth. I thought he was going to lick first and then suck it. He just wanted to suck his sister’s nipples like a baby does suck milk from its mother.

    “Aaah, yes. Suck my tits and make it bigger, Rahul,” Ishani was shouting as Rohit sucked her. The poor girl was thinking it was me. Rohit was busy slobbering at his elder sister’s tiny tits like no tomorrow. Saliva was dripping profusely, mixing with mine.

    He feasted on both breasts, biting and chewing the pointy nipples like any sex-crazed youth, not minding it was his cousin-sister. This went on for a few minutes. I thought it was time to move to the next level. So I pushed him away and signalled him to hide under the cot again.

    Rohit reluctantly left the nipple and went down. Pulling her shirt over her head, I said, “Suck me now.” Bringing my cock close to her lips. Seeing my cock hovering over her face, Ishani said,” I will but eat me first. You left me halfway near the pool. You sucked my tits aggressively today, unlike last time.”

    “Is it. I love your small titties. Ok, we will suck each other simultaneously,” I said, fearing. I turned over, avoiding her suspicious eyes. I brought my face to her crotch, and my cock was over her face in 69 position. I felt my cock being gripped at the base. Ishani was licking the pre-cum from the tip.

    Knowing that she couldn’t take my 8 inches in her mouth, I concentrated on her opened-up pussy lips. Holding the outer labia, I dived my tongue deep into her, tasting and sucking up her juices. Ishani had taken the head in her mouth and was sucking it like a lollipop.

    Not wanting to disappoint her, I attacked her clit straight away, sucking it while my nose was digging in her hole, trying to fuck it. Ishani lifted her ass off the bed. I sucked her clit. I felt Rohit kneeling on the bed and watching me eating his sister’s pussy from close range.

    I stared at him, holding the clit in my lips, who was pleading with me. Taking my mouth off the clit, I signalled him to come closer and lick his sister’s pussy. Rohit quickly brought his face close and mouthed his elder sister’s pussy. I felt Ishani’s body shudder as her younger brother attacked her pussy.

    Rohit was not sucking like an experienced man. But like an amateur who had not seen pussy let alone suck it. Would Ishani find the difference between mine and Rohit’s sucking? Like she found out while tit-sucking, I wondered. What the hell if she finds out?

    Anyways I was allowing Rohit to fuck his sister and lose his virginity. His mother’s hot, sexy body flashed through my mind. Ishani’s pussy was getting eaten savagely by Rohit. She had stopped sucking me, just licking the head. She was lazily enjoying the oral sex performed by her brother.

    Rohit’s face was messy with cum as he ate Ishani’s pussy. After a few minutes, I heard the screams. “I am cumming, Rahul,” Ishani shouted, thrusting her ass above the bed wildly. The poor boy Rohit had a hard time clutching onto Ishani’s orgasming pussy.

    But he was doing a good job of swallowing the cum dripping out of Ishani’s pussy. After a few seconds, Ishani calmed down, resting her ass back on the bed. Rohit was still eating her. Fearing that she would notice Rohit, I pushed him away. He reluctantly got down and went under the bed.

    Ishani pushed me away, and I sat on the bed beside her. Her lips were smeared with my cum, and sweat beads formed on her face. Wiping the sweat with the back of her hand, she asked, “What has got in you today, Rahul? You attacked my tits and pussy like an animal. Wonder what will you do when you fuck me.”

    “Your sexy body made me go mad. Don’t worry. I will fuck you slowly,” I said, reassuring her. “I doubt. If you fuck me like you did Aunty yesterday, then you will have to carry me home,” Ishani said, laughing.

    I was petrified hearing her say Aunty but luckily didn’t take Swapna Aunt’s name. What if Rohit came to know that I fucked his mummy, I wondered. Then I heard the car horn. I panicked, wondering who it was. Ishani got up, removed the skirt and stood naked.

    “Chill, Rahul. It’s my sister Nandini. She is bringing lunch for us. Grandpa is sending her to keep an eye on you so you won’t be rough with me like with Aunty,” Saying she walked to the door naked and opened it.

    A few minutes later Nandini appeared and came inside, keeping a bag on the table. “Did you guys finish already?” Nandhini said, seeing her sister and me naked.

    “Not yet, Akka. We are still yet to. Rahul is teasing and making me horny right from we got in the car,” Ishani said and walked back to the bed.

    “I thought you guys would be hungry after a heavy sex session. I brought lunch early so you can have some energy for the second round,” Nandhini came near the bed, eyeing my throbbing cock.

    I quickly covered it with the bedsheet hiding my cock from her prying eyes.

    Continued in the next part.

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  • Chinki bhabhi returns – Part 5

    Ravi mujhe office ki party mein le jata hai aur wahan unke boss Agarwal ji mere upar fida ho kar mujhe model bana deta hai company ki. Fir Sri Lanka le jaa kar mujhe apni biwi ke jaise chodte hai. Ab aage:-

    Jab main Sri Lanka se wapas aayi to dekhi ki Sanjana aur Ravi kaafi khush the ek sath.

    Sanjana aur Ravi ko dekh lag raha tha ye dono ek-doosre ke liye hi bane the. Khair main ab kaafi thaki hui thi, to main so gayi, aur do din baad mere phone par chachi ji ka call aaya. Main phone utha kar unse baat karne lagi.

    Fir wo boli: Tumhari chhoti behan ki shaadi kar rahe hai, aur tumhe aana hai, aur Ravi ji ko bhi sath laana.

    Main kaafi khush ho kar boli: Haa chachi ji, main zaroor aaungi.

    Fir Ravi ke office jaane ke baad Sanjana mere paas aayi, aur boli-

    Sanjana: Tum Ravi ko kaise sambhaalti ho? Jab se tum gayi ho, wo ek pal ke liye bhi mujhe chhodhte nahi hai. Main nahi reh sakti hu unke sath.

    Sanjana aage boli: Meri chut ke sath gaand bhi chahiye. Itna zyada kon karta hai? Raat ko designer panty bra pehna dete hai, aur chodne lagte hai. Inka hota hi nahi hai. Itni zyada der tak karte hai, ki main to paani-paani ho jati hu. Ravi raat ko bhi mujhe neend se utha kar chodne lagte hai. Ravi ne meri haalat kharaab kar rakhi hai chod-chod kar.

    Main apne mann mein sochi ki Ravi ne to mere sath kabhi aisa nahi kiya. Fir Sanjana ke sath aisi chudai kaise kar raha tha Ravi? Ye Ravi ka pyar tha jo wo Sanjana ko itna chod raha tha? Ya fir Sanjana ka figure jo Ravi ko pasand aaya ho?

    Main Sanjana ko gale se laga kar boli: Tu khush to hai na, Ravi tujhe itna pyar kar raha hai? Aur hum auraton ko to apne pati se pyar aur sex hi to chahiye hota hai, jo Ravi tumhe de raha hai.

    Sanjana muskura kar boli: Haa ye to theek hai, par ek limit hoti hai sab cheezon ki.

    Main boli: Pyar aur sex ki limit nahi hoti. Wo to jitna bhi mile kam hi hote hai.

    Fir main boli Sanjana ko: Chachi ji ka phone aaya tha, aur main akeli hi mayike jaa rahi hu. Kyunki Ravi ko office se chutti nahi mili.

    Main bag pack karke apne mayike chali jati hu, aur wahan meri Chachi ki ladki Sunidhi ko badhayi deti hu. Aur wahan aaj sagayi thi, to function attend karne lagti hu. Maine ek light golden colour ka lehanga pehna tha, jo meri nabhi ke neeche bandha tha. Baalon mein ek gulab aur laal rang ki nail paint aur lipstick laga rakhi thi maine.

    Dulhan aur hamara jamayi raja ek-doosre ko ring pehna rahe the, ki maine pehli baar ladke ko dekha. Wo kaafi handsome aur achi height wala tha. Sunidhi aur uske hone waale husband ki jodi kaafi achi lag rahi thi. Maine dono ko gift diya, aur unke sath photos lekar apne cousin log ke sath baat karne lagi.

    Tabhi meri ek cousin boli: Chalo new jiju se mil kar aate hai.

    Main bhi naye jamayi Karan ji se milne chali gayi, aur unke sath hum log mil kar hassi mazaak karne lage.

    Karan ji ne mujhe kaha: Aap Chinki ho na, jo Bulbul ke sath college mein thi?

    Maine kaha: Haa.

    Fir Karan ji ne kaha: Main Bulbul ka chhota bhai hu.

    Maine poocha: Bulbul kaha hai?

    To wo bola: Wo London mein rehti hai, aur shaadi mein aayegi.

    Karan ji ne mera number liya, aur fir main wahan se uth kar chachi ji ke paas chali gayi. Raat ko kareeb 11 baje whatsapp message aaya. Baat karne par pata chala wo Karan ji the. Hum dono ne kaafi baatein ki aur ache friends ban gaye. Ab hum dono phone call mein bhi baat karne lage.

    2 din baad Sunidhi mere paas aayi aur boli: Chinki didi Karan aur main lunch par jaa rahe hai, aap bhi chalo na.

    Main boli: Tum dono ke beech mein aa kar kya karungi?

    Par Sunidhi ki zid ke aage main bhi uske sath chali gayi. Karan ji apni car se hum dono ko ek resort le gaye, jo out of city tha. Wahan hamne lunch kiya. Fir jaise hi Sunidhi washroom gayi, Karan ne mere hath pakad liye, aur mujhe kaha ki you are looking gorgeous.

    Itne mein hi Sunidhi aa gayi, aur hum wahan se baahar car ki aur jaane lage. Sunidhi aage-aage chal rahi thi, aur Karan baar-baar mere hath pakad raha tha, aur ishare se bol raha tha ki aap mast lagti ho. Fir Sunidhi aur main ghar aa gaye, aur maine dekha whatsapp par Karan ka message aaya hua tha.

    Usme likha tha: Aap Sunidhi se kahin zyada sundar ho, aur aapne aisa figure kaise maintain kiya hai?

    Maine message ka reply kiya: Main badi behan hu Sunidhi ki, aur aap ki bhi didi hui main. Aapko thoda sambhal kar baat karni chahiye.

    Karan ka reply aaya: Didi nahi, aap meri badi saali ho.

    Uske is reply se main apni hassi nahi rok payi. Karan mujse flirt kar raha tha, aur mujhe apni behan ka ghar basne se pehle hi todna nahi tha. Uske baad maine Karan ji ke messages padhne band kar diye.

    Main Chinki apni chachi ji ke ghar se Sunidhi aur Karan ji ki engagement attend karke apne mummy-papa ke ghar chali gayi jo 15 minutes ki hi doori mein tha. Fir do din baad mujhe pata chala ki Sunidhi ki Karan ji se ladayi ho gayi thi.

    Sunidhi hamare ghar aayi, aur sab baat batane lagi ki Karan ji ne baat karna hi band kar diya, aur na hi wo phone utha raha tha.

    Wo mere saamne rone lagi, aur mujhse uska rona bilkul bhi dekha nahi gaya. Sunidhi ne mujhse kaha ki main Karan ji se baat karu. Main kaafi sochi fir Karan ji ko phone ki, to usne ek baar uthaya nahi. Fir dobara phone receive kiya, to maine poocha ki Sunidhi se baat kyun nahi kar rahe ho?

    Karan ji ne kaha ki unhe baat nahi karni is baare mein, aur unhone phone rakh diya. Sunidhi aur zor-zor se rone lagi, to main Karan ji ko phone karke milne boli. Unhone mujhe apne office mein bulaya. Main Karan ji ke office unse milne gayi, aur unse poochi-

    Main: Sunidhi ro rahi hai. Baat kyun nahi karte aap?

    Karan ji ne kaha: Ye sab aapke kaaran hi ho raha hai.

    Maine kaha: Main kuch samjhi nahi.

    To Karan ji ne kaha: Aapne mere messages dekhna band kar diya hai. Baat nahi karti aap.

    Aap nahi jaanti main aapko jab se dekha hu, bas aapke hi khayalon mein rehta hu.

    Karan mere paas aaya aur dono kandhe mein hath rakh kar bola: Aapko pasand karne laga hu main. I love you Chinki.

    Mere kaan khade ho gaye, aur body thandi padne lagi. Fir main himmat karke unse boli-

    Main: Ye kya bakwaas kar rahe ho aap? Main Sunidhi ki badi behan hu. Aap aisa kaise bol sakte ho mujhe?

    Karan: Aap hogi Sunidhi ki badi behan. I don’t care. Main aapke is rang roop ko jab se dekha hu, bas aapko hi chaahne laga hu, aur main ab Sunidhi se shaadi bhi nahi karna chaahta.

    Chinki: Agar Sunidhi se shaadi nahi karni to engagement kyun ki?

    Karan: Engagement ke din hi to aapne mujhe apna bana liya. Ab main kya karu?

    Main thodi shant hui, aur boli: Dekho Karan ji, shaadi to aapko Sunidhi se karni padegi, aur ab aap dekh lo.

    Karan: Shaadi main Sunidhi se kar loonga, par aapko mere sath sex karna hoga. Jab tak meri shaadi nahi hoti, aap roz aaogi mere paas. Agar aapko manzoor ho to bata dena, aur nahi to main apne ghar phone karke bolta hu shaadi nahi karni mujhe.

    Chinki: Tum pagal ho Karan? Main aisa nahi kar sakti.

    Karan: Par main aisa hi karunga.

    Aur phone hath mein lekar apne ghar call karne laga. Mere paas ab ek hi raasta tha, aur wo meri haa thi. Kyunki mujhe Sunidhi ki shaadi karwani thi. Maine unhe rukne ko kaha aur boli-

    Main: Theek hai, tum jo bolte ho wahi main karungi. Par pehle Sunidhi se baat kar lo.

    Fir Karan Sunidhi se baat karte hue mere boobs par hath rakh diya, aur dabane laga. Usne phone rakh kar mujhe kaha-

    Karan: Aapko pata hai engagement waale din jab se aapko dekha hai, aapke naam ka lund hilata hu, aur aapki photos mein paani daalta hu.

    Karan ne apna lund pant ke baahar kar diya, aur mere hath mein de diya, jisko main hilane lagi. Usne mere lips par lips rakh diye, aur kiss karne laga. Wo meri jeebh ko apne muh mein lekar choosne laga, aur apne dono hatho se mere boobs dabata raha. Karan ne mujhe office ki table ke upar bitha diya, aur mere dono taango ko faila kar saree upar karke, panty neeche kheech kar apni pocket mein rakh li.

    Unhone meri chut mein jeebh laga kar chaatna shuru kiya, aur meri saree ke andar hi apna sar ghusa liya. Main bhi unke sar ko apni chut mein dabane lagi. Meri chut par unki jeebh ek ragad paida kar rahi thi, aur meri chut mein khujli badhti jaa rahi thi. Main Karan ki chut chusayi se ye samajh gayi thi, ki ye banda bhi kaafi ladkiyon ke sath chudai kar chuka tha.

    Karan koi experienced bande ke jaise meri chut chaat raha tha, aur main akadne lagi, aur meri chut paani chhodhne lagi. Wo jab saree ke baahar apna muh laaya, to main dekhi uske naak aur muh mein meri chut ki malayi lagi hui thi. Ye dekh mujhe hassi aa gayi.

    Karan ji ne kaha: Sunidhi ki chut mein bhi aisa swaad nahi hai jo aapki chut mein hai Chinki. Aapki chut ka paani kaafi namkeen laga mujhe. Shayad meri kismat hai ye ki abhi shaadi ko 2 maheene baaki hai, aur aap mujhe roz apni chut dogi.

    Maine poocha: Sunidhi ko kitni baar choda hai aapne?

    Karan: 3 saal se to chod hi raha hu. Kon yaad rakhta hai? Par aapko main itna chodunga ki aap rone lagogi chudai se.

    Shyad Karan ji abhi mujhe pahchante nahi the. Main bhi Chinki bhabhi hu, jo ache-ache lund ka paani chut mein le chuki thi. Karan ne office ki table par hi mujhe nanga kiya, aur khud bhi nange ho gaye, aur mujhe jhuka kar apna lund mere muh mein daal diya.

    Karan ka lund lamba to nahi, par mota kaafi tha, jisne mere muh ko bhar diya tha, aur wo mere baal pakad kar mere muh ko chodne lage.

    Wo bolne lage: Meri saali ho aap, aur poori ghar wali ho.

    Main sochi Karan ji ke lund ko ache se choos lu, aur unka paani nikaal du. To wo mujhe jaane denge, aur aise bhi office mein zyada kuch to ho nahi sakta tha. Karan ji bhi mere muh mein lund ka dhakka lagane lage, aur main bhi apne muh se lund ki chusayi karne lagi. Main jaldi se lund ka paani nikaalne ki koshish karne lagi.

    Main jaldi lund ka paani nikaalne ke koshish mein unke lund ko ache se choos rahi thi. Ye dekh Karan ji ne mere baal chhodh diye aur khud se lund muh mein hilana band kar diya.

    Wo bole: Chinki ji aapko mera lund pasand aa gaya hai. Isliye itni mast wali chusayi kar rahi ho.

    Aur main unke lund ki topi pe apni jeebh ghumane lagi, aur chaatne lagi. Fir maine apne hath mein lund pakda, aur Karan ji ke lund ki gotiyon ko pehle jeebh se chaata. Usme paseene ki mehak aa rahi thi, aur fir gotiyon ko muh ke andar lekar choosne lagi. Karan ki aankhen band hone lagi. Unko kuch zyada hi acha lag raha tha, aur wo bolne lage-

    Karan: Apni hone wali biwi ki badi behan se lund chuswana kitna zyada aanand deta hai.

    Mujhe kareeb 10 minutes ho gaye the lund chooste, par Karan ji abhi tak jhada hi nahi. Mera to muh dard hone laga, aur main lund ko muh se baahar kar di.

    Karan ji meri aankhon mein dekh kar bole: Aap kaafi acha lund choosti ho.

    Aur mere boobs ko hath mein lekar bole: Aapke husband ne kaafi mehnat ki hai aapke boobs par.

    Maine sharam se apni aankhen neeche kar li. Karan mere boobs ke dono nipples ko ungli se dabane lage, aur nipple ko kheenchne lage. Mujhe dard ho raha tha, nipples itne zor se pakad rakhe the Karan ne. Fir unhone boobs ko zor-zor se dabana chaalu kiya, aur mere boobs ko muh mein lekar choosne lage. Wo kaafi der tak mere dono boobs ko chooste rahe.

    Fir unhone mujhe table pe ulta litaya, aur mere chootadon ke beech ki daraar par hath ferne lage. Wo apne muh ko mere chootadon ke beech le aaye, aur bole-

    Karan: Kya mast chootad hai aapke. Aur kya mast smell aa rahi hai chootadon mein se.

    Fir wo apni jeebh ko mere chootadon ke beech daal kar chaatne laga, aur chootadon ko dabane laga. Karan ji ne mujhe table ke neeche utara, aur khud chair mein baith gaye, aur mujhe bhi apne upar godi mein bitha liya. Fir wo mujhe lip kiss karne lage.

    Unhone mere face ko hath se pakda aur bole: Chinki ji, aapke ye boobs aur gulabi nipples mujhe bahut ache lage.

    Wo meri aankhon mein dekh kar bol raha tha: Aapke chootadon ki mehak mere lund pe current maar rahi hai.

    Mujhe bahut zyada sharam aane lagi unki is baat par, aur maine unko zor se hug kar liya. Wo meri peeth par hath ferne lage, aur mere boobs ko fir se dabane lage. Mere unko hug karke unke upar baithe hone ke kaaran unka lund meri chut ki daraar mein laga hua tha. Fir Karan ji aahista-aahista apna lund meri chut mein ghisne lage, aur isse meri chut mein khujli badhti jaa rahi thi.

    Karan ji meri gardan mein kiss karne lage, aur fir mujhe thoda door karke bole: Dekho neeche hum dono ke lund aur chut kaise ek-doosre se chipak gaye hai.

    Wo aage bole: Aapki chut to paani bhi chhodhne lagi hai, aur ye bol kar wo apni ungli mein meri chut ka paani lekar chaat liye.

    Fir wo bole: Aapko to meri hi biwi hona tha.

    Aapka jaisa figure hai, aisa hi figure ki kalpana karke main lund hilata tha, aur sochta tha ki meri biwi ka figure bhi aisa hoga.

    Main unke kaan mein boli: To apni khawaish poori kar lo aaj mere sath (aur unki aankhon mein dekhne lagi).

    Fir main unke lund ko hath se apni chut ke muh mein rakh kar thoda zor lagaya, to lund fach karke andar chala gaya.

    To be continued…

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  • Love, Lust, and Confession: Part-8

    The next morning, I woke. The thoughts of everything that had happened last night hit me immediately. The room was silent but not peaceful. It was the kind of silence that followed the chaos of things that happened last night.

    Radhika was sitting at the edge of the bed, motionless. Her knees were drawn to her chest and covered only by a blanket she had wrapped tightly around her naked body. Her hair, usually straight and shining, now was hanging lifeless and tangled around her face, strands were stuck to her damp skin.

    Her shoulders were hunched. The way she was sitting silent as if she was frozen in time. It was the emotional and physical damage left with her from the night. I could see it in the way her fingers gripped the edge of the blanket. Her back was to me, but I could still sense her quiet cry.

    Her chest was rising and falling in uneven breaths. On the floor, the remains of last night were scattered like pieces. Torn clothes, strands of hair that had been brutally cut, pillows tossed aside. The red marks on the skin that told the story of punishment. It was like the room itself had absorbed the pain.

    I reached out to Radhika but was not sure what to do. Hesitantly, I softly placed my hand on her shoulder. Her skin was cold despite the warmth of the blanket. I felt her shrink slightly from my touch. Her body tensed, and for a moment, I thought she might pull away. But she didn’t.

    Slowly, painfully, she leaned back into me, her head resting on my chest. Her body was still shaking, but she was no longer alone. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. She didn’t say a word. But the way her fingers tightened around mine told me everything.

    She was trying to keep from falling apart completely. With my other hand, I gently rubbed her back and arms, trying to bring some comfort to her. I wanted to tell her that it was okay, that the worst was over. But I knew words wouldn’t mean anything. She needed more than that.

    I held her for a while. Neither of us moved, and neither of us spoke. It was like allowing her to come out of pain. I was tracing the lines of the red marks on her back. I felt a little surge of anger, anger at myself, at the situation, at everything that had led both Ananya and Radhika here.

    Ananya had always been strong. Though last night had broken something inside her, she wasn’t shattered. Not completely. When she woke up, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, maybe thinking of everything that had happened.

    Ananya’s hair, once a symbol of her strength and beauty, was now spread on the floor, broken and messy. The sight of the fallen remains of her punishment. It made my heart pain more. She had been through so much, and yet here she was trying to hold on.

    Ananya’s gaze shifted to us, and I saw sadness in her eyes. She sat up, trembling as the blanket slid off her shoulders, exposing the raw red marks on her back. There was a softness in her movements that hadn’t been there before. Ananya moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

    Arya’s footsteps echoed faintly in the hallway. Arya stepped quietly into the room. She seemed no longer terrifying but rather calm and mature. She was the agitator of last night, but now her role seemed different, more like a guide to steer us back to stability.

    Radhika didn’t look up when Arya approached. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, her hands still holding my hand. Arya crouched in front of her, her voice was soft, careful. “Mom, it’s over now. The punishment is done,” Arya said.

    There was no response from Radhika. Arya placed her hand on Radhika’s knee, resting gently on her bare skin. “I did what I had to do, but it was only a punishment. A lesson. Nothing more,” Arya continued. Her tone was unexpected for me. She was saying that with gentleness.

    Radhika flickered up to see Arya’s eyes. There was a mixture of fear and anger in her gaze. But she listened to Arya, her grip on my hand loosed slightly as Arya spoke.

    “You’re safe now, Mom,” Arya reassured, her voice almost maternal. “No more secrets. No more hiding. I’ve forgiven all of you. That’s why it’s over.”

    There was a long pause in talk. Arya stood, her gaze shifted to Ananya, who was watching silently from the bed. Arya’s expression softened, and with a slight nod, she said, “You too, did. It’s all behind us now. I have forgiven you both.”

    Ananya blinked. There was a sense of relief but also a tension that wouldn’t simply disappear overnight. Arya’s forgiveness may have been offered. But the damage, both emotional and physical, would take time to heal.

    Finally, Arya’s gaze landed on me. Her eyes, once commanding, now held somewhat softer. “Take care of them,” she said quietly. “That’s all I wanted to say. We are family, and everything is okay now.” With that, Arya left the room.

    For a while, none of us moved. The silence returned, but this time it wasn’t suffocating. It was almost comforting, at least for me. Ananya stood up and looked around at the mess that surrounded us: the torn clothes, the fallen hair, and the remains of last night’s punishment scattered across the floor.

    “We should clean this up,” she said quietly, her voice steady but soft. I nodded, though my focus remained on Radhika. She was still curled around me. She was now more relaxed, though her mind was clearly still reeling.

    Ananya moved around the room, picking up the torn fabric and gathering the strands of hair that had been shed in the heat of the punishment. She was like cleaning the physical mess which would help to clear the emotional one as well.

    Then, Ananya returned to sit beside us, gently stroking Radhika’s arm. “It’s okay now, we’re all here. We’re all together. Always!” she whispered, reassuring.

    Radhika looked up at her. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “I… I don’t know if I can…” she began talking, her voice cracking.

    “You can,” I crossed her softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re not alone.”

    Radhika’s breath hitched, and for a moment, it felt like the dam of tears inside her was about to break. But instead of collapsing into tears, she let out a shaky breath and nodded to me. She tightened her hands around me once more.

    “I don’t want to lose this… us. But it’s all so much…” Radhika said.

    “We’re not going anywhere. Nothing can break this bond,” I replied.

    “We’re stronger together, and we’ll face whatever comes next as a unit,” Ananya continued, followed by me.

    “Great! Come on,” I said softly, moving towards Radhika. “Let’s clean up…look at you. You are still sticky with my cum.”

    Radhika nodded slightly. So, I gently pulled her up and led her toward the bathroom. Ananya followed us closely behind. The bathroom was small for all of us three together. We all were already naked. I turned the shower on, and the warm droplets started to fall on me.

    I then pulled Radhika close to me under the spray of the shower. She pressed her body against me and began to wet and tremble. I held her gently, letting the water wash over us. Ananya stepped in to join. She started brushing her hands on my back while she watched Radhika with careful eyes.

    She knew we needed to bring her back to make her feel whole again. Radhika’s head rested against my chest as the water continued to pour down. She was relaxing slightly. I could feel her starting to respond to the warmth of my hands moving across her skin, tracing over the red marks of last night.

    I slid my hands back over her wet curves. I held her from the waist. With the other hand, I tilted her chin up. I began brushing my lips against hers, softly at first, testing her response. But she was in deep emotion of never losing me. She responded to my kiss with urgency, more desperately.

    She gripped me tightly by my shoulders and neck, and she then leaned into me. She was pressing herself against me harder as I deepened the kiss, tasting the water on her lips. Her lipstick scattered whole around. As we continued to kiss, Ananya moved closer.

    She slid her hands to my chest from my backside. I kissed Radhika more passionately, the intensity growing between us. Ananya hugged me from behind. Her fingers were teasing me. She held my balls and teased them, dick and balls alternatively.

    She kept stroking my dick with her hand. Heat was building between me and Radhika. Radhika was moaning into my mouth. Her body was arching as I ran my hands over her wet skin, feeling every curve, every inch of her. The water cascaded down over us, washing away all the sticking cum all over her body.

    I could feel her arousal. Her need was growing with every touch, every kiss. I slid down my hand to her stomach, then moved to her pussy. I could feel her tenseness shading out gradually with anticipation of getting fucked from me, never losing me.

    As I felt she was more relaxed now, I pressed her back against the cold tiles. As I pushed hard, she upped herself a bit with my support. She wrapped her legs around me. I continued to kiss her neck, biting softly, letting her moan louder.

    While kissing, I held her steady, pressing to the tiles. Then, I directed my right hand down. My fingers moved toward Radhika’s both holes between her butts from the bottom side. I leaned slightly forward and put my middle finger on her asshole and my thumb into pussy opening.

    After feeling the texture of both holes, I settled my hand between her butts. Then, I inserted my finger and thumb simultaneously into both holes. With my hand steady. I pushed my middle finger deeper into the asshole while my thumb remained snug into pussy.

    I then moved my fingers in and out slowly, keeping my hand in place. The motion was smooth and controlled. I felt the walls of the holes pressed against my fingers with each movement. The gentle stretching of the walls of both holes made it feel even more exciting.

    While Ananya kneeled behind me, she placed her head between my thighs. She took my balls in her mouth from behind, smooching them, pulling them gently. We all continued the same.

    Radhika was experiencing slight vibrations with my fingerings, and the pressure from my fingers created tension in her. As I pushed and pulled more and more each time, Radhika responded. It was like making her feel alive again after last night’s trauma.

    As I continued her fingering, Radhika’s ass bucked against my hand, desperate for more. Her body was responding to every movement I made. Ananya stood and sat on the flush tank of the toilet. She rested her legs on the closed toilet seat. With her legs parted slightly, her posture was optimistic.

    While I broke the hold with Radhika, letting her stand in front of me. I turned her face to Ananya and pushed her from her neck to lean to expose her pussy. I inserted my dick into pussy and while Ananya directed Radhika’s face to her pussy.

    All of us were doing our assignments. I began stroking Radhika’s pussy, and Radhika started licking Ananya’s clit. Ananya was showering all of us with a hand shower. I could feel the sensual setting we built inside the washroom. The need in all of us was growing stronger with every passing move.

    Ananya’s breath was becoming faster from pussy lick. While Radhika moaned and licked Ananya’s pussy simultaneously. Yet pushing her ass to my dick for deeper and deeper penetrations.

    Radhika trembled with the intensity. She gasped, her nails digging into Ananya’s thighs. I pushed deeper, every movement driving her closer to the peak of pleasure.

    I felt I was near. My body also tensed now as her moans grew louder and louder. Her hard, muffled cries were not stopped. I continued to thrust into her, our wet bodies tangled in the steam and water. I gradually got pushed closer to the edge. I could feel myself losing control.

    After a few final thrusts, I cum on her. My body was shaking with the release, while her body was still trembling from her orgasms. I cum on her ass, barely two or three drops. My dick was paining from multiple ejaculations of last night.

    For a few moments, I just stood there, catching my breath. Ananya came closer to me with a soft smile and hugged me with the thought that everything was okay. We bathed and came out wrapped in towels as we freshened up.

    As we were having breakfast, I said, looking at Ananya, “Better you visit a salon and fix your haircut today. You are beautiful enough that in any look, your beauty will be enhanced”.

    Ananya replied, “Yeah! I have to”.

    Then I asked Radhika, “You okay?”

    She nodded, though her gaze remained distant, lost in thought. “I think so. But it’s just hard to shake off.”

    “I know,” I replied, squeezing her hand gently. “But we’ll get through this together. We have each other.”

    “I don’t want this to end. This moment, this feeling… I want to hold onto it,” Radhika said.

    Ananya followed Radhika, “Yes Mom! We are all one and will stay together forever.”

    “Then let’s make sure we do. We’ll create more moments like this. Together,” I replied.

    With this, Radhika, Ananya, and I stood together, more connected than ever, ready to embrace the future with newfound passion. This was not just a resolution. It was a profound restart and a commitment to navigate our journey ahead, hand in hand, heart to heart, stronger than before.

    I knew that this was merely the beginning of a beautiful, exhilarating adventure together. One that promised to deepen our connection.

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  • Sarpanch Sahab Ki Zameen – Part 2

    Hello doston, mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le, ki main aapki hot Bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar aap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

    Main 36 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade chooche aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

    Mere pati “Ghosh Babu” meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardon ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere choochon ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni agli kahani.

    Pichle part mein aapne padha ki main badhiya se taiyaar hoke Nainsukh ke sath Sarpanch ke ghar chali gayi. Waha jaake sabse pehle main Param se mili, jo Sarpanch ka chhota beta tha. Uski nazar dekhte hi mujhe pata chal gaya tha ki ye banda hawas ka pujari tha. Chaliye ab aage badhte hai.

    Main aur Nainsukh Param ke peeche-peeche ghar ki taraf chal pade. Fir hum ghar mein dakhil hue. Andar jaate hi bada sa hall tha, jaha sab log sofa pe baithe hue the. Kuch zyada log nahi the. Andar jaate hue Nainsukh ne mujhe dheemi awaaz mein sab ke baare mein bata diya.

    Nainsukh: Madam, woh jo buddha sa aadmi beech ke sofe par baitha hai, woh hai Sarpanch. Uski dayi aur ke sofa pe jo aadmi baitha hai, woh hai uska bada beta Vijay Singh. Vijay ke sath jo aurat khadi hai woh hai uski patni Veena.

    Nainsukh: Vijay aur Veena ka ek beta hai, jo school mein padhta hai. Sarpanch ke peeche jo lamba chauda aadmi khada hai, woh hai uska muh bola beta. Usko usne bachpan mein mandir se uthaya tha.

    Nainsukh: Sarpanch apne beto se zyada us par vishwas karta hai, aur woh bhi Sarpanch ke liye jaan bhi de sakta hai. Iska naam Mukund hai. Sarpanch ki biwi 5 saal pehle marr chuki hai.

    Nainsukh: Sarpanch ke bayi aur ke sofa pe jo aurat khadi hai, woh hai Param ki biwi Deepti hai. Pichle dino Param aur uske beech jhagde aur talaak ki baat sunne ko mili thi. Lekin aisa kuch hua nahi. Ab pata nahi un dono mein sach mein aisa kuch hua tha, ya Sarpanch ne baat daba di.

    Ab hum unke saamne pahunch chuke the. Nainsukh ne jaldi se aage hoke Sarpanch ke pairon ko hath lagaya aur bola-

    Nainsukh: Pranaam Sarpanch ji.

    Sarpanch ne uski peeth par hath rakh kar aashirwad diya, aur bola-

    Sarpanch: Kaisa hai thaali ke baingan? Mujhe aaj tak samajh nahi aaya ki tu hamari taraf hai ya us shehri company ki taraf.

    Nainsukh muskurate hue bola: Sarpanch ji, kya karu, sab karna padta hai. Paapi pet ka sawaal hai.

    Fir Sarpanch ne meri taraf dekha, aur maine hath jod kar unko pranaam kiya.

    Main: Pranaam Sarpanch ji.

    Usne bhi hath jod kar meri pranaam ka jawaab pranaam se diya. Fir woh bola-

    Sarpanch: Company mein mard kam ho gaye the, jo is baar unhone meri zameen khareedne ke liye ek aurat ko bhej diya?

    Main: Sarpanch ji, aaj tak aapke paas company ke mard aate rahe hai. Aaj aapke paas ek beti aayi hai. Umeed hai aap usko khaali hath nahi bhejenge. Aur waise bhi maine suna hai yaha betiyon ki bahut izzat hoti hai. (Maine hawa mein teer chalaya).

    Sarpanch bola: Haa bilkul theek suna hai aapne. Waise to hum bahut baar is zameen ko bechne se mana kar chuke hai. Lekin ab jab tum hamari beti ban kar aayi ho, to tumhe main ek mauka zaroor doonga. Tum aaj se yahi rahogi isi ghar mein, hamari khaas mehmaan ban kar.

    Sarpanch: In dino mein tum ye saabit karo, ki is project ko bana kar tum is gaon ke liye acha kar rahe ho. Agar tum ye saabit kar deti ho, to zameen tumhari. Aur agar nahi, to tumhe yaha se jana padega.

    Main: Theek hai Sarpanch ji, mujhe aapki ye shart manzoor hai.

    Fir Sarpanch Nainsukh ko bolta hai: Arre aur baingan, inka saara samaan yaha pahuncha do.

    Nainsukh: Ji maalik.

    Sarpanch: Veena bahu.

    Veena: Ji pita ji.

    Sarpanch: Inko inka kamra dikhao, aur inke khaan-paan mein koi kami nahi honi chahiye.

    Veena: Ji pita ji.

    Fir Veena ne mujhe ishara kiya, aur main khadi hoke uske sath chal padi. Veena meri hi umar ki lag rahi thi. Uska figure to acha tha, lekin rang saawla tha. Jaate-jaate hue maine usse baat shuru ki-

    Main: Veena ji aap waise isi gaon se hai.

    Veena: Nahi, main shehar se hu.

    Main: Kya sach mein!?

    Veena: Haa kyun?

    Main: Shehar ki hote hue bhi aap yaha is gaon mein?

    Veena: Pyar ke liye insan kahi bhi chala jata hai. To main shehar se gaon mein aa gayi.

    Main: Matlab love marriage.

    Veena: Haa, Vijay aur meri love marriage hai.

    Main: Lekin aap shehar ki, aur Vijay sir gaon ke, ye love marriage kaise ho gayi?

    Veena: Woh hai to gaon se, lekin padhayi unhone shehar se kar rakhi hai. Wahi hum college mein mile, aur hamara pyaar ho gaya.

    Main: Thoda detail mein bataiye na. Main bhi to sunu ki shehar aur gaon ka milan kaise hua.

    Tab tak hamara room aa gaya. Veena ne room ka darwaza khola, aur boli-

    Veena: Ye aapka room hai, aap yaha aaram kijiye. Aapko kuch bhi chahiye ho to bata dena. Aur meri love story main aapko shaam ko bataungi.

    Main: Theek hai, shukriya.

    Fir woh mujhe wahi chhodh kar chali gayi. Main room ke andar gayi. Room kaafi bada aur acha tha. Main bed par baith gayi. Main sochne lagi ki agar mujhe ye zameen bechne ke liye Sarpanch ko manana tha, to ghar walo se dosti karni padegi. Aur iske liye mujhe har ek ke baare mein sab jaanna zaroori tha.

    Mere primary target Veena aur Param the. Veena ki love story sunne ke bahane main uske sath friendship karne wali thi. Aur Param ek tharki tha, aur tharki mardon ko apne jaal mein fasana mere liye koi badi baat nahi thi.

    Ye sab sochte-sochte mujhe thodi susti padne lagi, aur main aankhen band karke bed par let gayi. Abhi 10 minute hi hue the mujhe lete hue, ki mere kamre mein koi enter kara.

    Maine thodi si aankhen khol kar dekha to woh Nainsukh tha. Usko dekh kar maine jaan-boojh kar aankhen nahi kholi. Main dekhna chaahti thi ki woh kya karne wala tha.

    Woh mere paas aaya, aur mujhe dekhne laga. Usko laga main so chuki thi. Lekin main jaag rahi thi. Fir woh mujhe upar se neeche dekhne laga.

    Iske aage kya hua, ye jaanne ke liye aap sab readers ko agle part ka intezaar karna padega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye 📲 mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

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  • Hooker I booked is MOM! – Part 2

    Hi everyone, this is Harry, back with the next part of my saga.

    This is a fictional story.

    I just had an amazing sexual experience with a hooker where I was able to experience one of the best sensual encounters I ever had. I thoroughly enjoyed sucking on her boobs and licking and flicking her nipples. I also had the sloppiest blowjob I ever received from this hooker I had hired. And with the taste of sweet nectar from her pussy and the sensual, sexual intimacy, I was on cloud nine. But everything changed after we entered the bathroom for a shower sex. The moment I turned the lights on was the moment my entire world turned upside down.

    Realizing that the hooker I booked was my mom in the bathroom, I dropped onto the floor. My mom immediately rushed towards me to support me and lift me. I was devastated and felt betrayed and asked her to leave the bathroom immediately. She left without uttering a single word.

    I took a cold shower and sat in the tub for 30 minutes contemplating everything that happened. Even though the chemistry was amazing, I couldn’t care less. All I felt was anger, sadness, and betrayal. I was doing my best not to explode and make a private thing public.

    After I was done cooling off my emotions, I walked out and saw my mom sitting on the bed. She was wearing her trench coat with her head looking down. I was fuming on the inside but still managed to keep my cool.

    I sat on the chair in front of her and asked her to explain herself. She kept quiet without uttering a single sentence. I was losing my mind but barely holding to reason. And slowly, she began to talk.

    Mom: I am sorry.

    Me: Just tell me why.

    Mom: I have no justification for my actions.

    Me: In that case, tell me when did this start? And how many people have you been sleeping with while I was working and how long have you been whore? And how long have you been this thirsty for dicks?

    (I was losing it slowly even though I tried being calm in the beginning.)

    Mom immediately slapped me for saying that! And she was staring angrily at me.

    I completely lost it and was getting up to slap her back.

    Mom started crying and balling her eyes out.

    After seeing her like that, I stopped midway and calmed myself down as I couldn’t see her in that situation. I sat back on the chair and calmly asked her to explain why and how this started. And I begged her to give a reasonable explanation before I go insane.

    Mom: I have always been faithful to your father and have been taking care of the family for all these years. Your dad is a workaholic and has ignored me. So, I decided my life to look after you. And after your divorce, you closed yourself off at home, avoiding others. And I had to take care of you until got back on your feet and moved to Canada. For the first time, I felt like I was completely lost.

    Me: Does that justify your actions?

    Mom: Let me finish talking. As I was saying, after you moved away, I felt happy for you so that you can move forward in your life. And I decided to be myself at home. I was left alone without any gratitude or recognition from you or your father. I held myself and when you brought us here, I was happy to get to spend time with you. But you hardly spend a day or two in the entire week. And your workaholic father went to work after coming all the way over here and all he did was to find his peace. And out of necessity and loneliness, I went out and made some friends. Even after everything, I felt unappreciated and taken for granted. And out of desperation for some affection, I tried this at the behest of my friend’s suggestion. Now, tell me is it wrong to look for somewhere so that I can be appreciated and thanked even for sex?

    After hearing her confession, I was at a loss for words. I was mumbling incoherently. I could no longer face her. I knew how the divorce affected me I had to leave the country to find my sense of normalcy.

    My mom had been suffering silently and for a lot longer than I experienced. After listening to her, my suffering and depression felt like a joke and I was laughing like an insane man in the motel. She got startled and began to worry about me. I calmed down and told her I was fine.

    Me: I can understand what you have been through. My suffering is nothing compared to yours. And the fact that I was so devastated for someone feels like a joke.

    Mom: This is not a competition.

    Me: I get it and I am sorry I never made you feel appreciated, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for your support and sorry for blaming you without knowing your point of view.

    Mom: I am sorry, no matter what I shouldn’t have done something like this and there is no atonement for my actions.

    Me: No mom, I am sorry you are not at fault here. I have been doing this for the same reasons. So, I am in no position to blame you. So, please don’t be upset anymore.

    Mom: Ok, I understand. (sniff…)

    Me: So, are you going to continue in this line of work in the future too?

    Mom: No way! I will never do something like this ever again.

    To be continued.

    Thank you for your patience, I will some spice in the next part, and any woman in GTA can ping me at [email protected]

    I hope you enjoyed the story. If I receive a good response, I will continue writing the next part.

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