Author: admin

Hey Guys, I’m Sulekha. I’m a widow. I’m 49 years old and am a single mother of 25 kids. Today’s story is the third part of my series, ‘Sulekha fucked by an Australian.’ This part has been written by my daughter Vanshika. Her ID is provided below.

Vanshika’s Account:

As the platform came into view, I picked up my phone and called Sumit bhaiya. He was on his way to pick me up, but the traffic was slow-moving. Following his order, I remained seated in my berth. One by one, my coach began to clear out.

Coolies walked down the aisle constantly, offering their services. But I kept refusing them. As the last passenger hopped off the coach, Sumit bhaiya appeared before me. He surveyed the aisle, looking for the presence of others. I got up from my berth with a grin.”Hi, bhaiya,” I greeted cheerfully.

Sumit bhaiya drew the curtains, hiding us from the view. Pulling me closer, his fingers locked behind my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as our lips met. The smooch was passionate and wild.

His hands found a path through the waistband of my shorts and panties, caressing my smooth bum. His lips moved down my face as his hands moved up my back. He kissed my neck. My lips pursed. A soft sigh escaped.

Sumit bhaiya undid the buttons of my denim jacket one by one, his kisses tracing a path down my body. I was completely bare under my jacket, with no bra or top. As the last button came undone, my grip around him loosened, my hands falling to my sides. The jacket slipped right off, curling around my feet.

He grabbed my left boob, wrapping his wet lips around my areola. His tongue tickled my nipple, sending a jolt down my body as he suckled my tit. He did the same to my other breast, making me bite my lip in excitement.

“Bhaiya, ah,” I muttered in the form of a sigh. I wanted to tell him to stop before someone caught us. But my call got masked as a soft moan. Sumit bhaiya’s fingers curled around the band of my denim shorts. With practised ease, he undid the button and the zipper in one flow.

“Bhaiya,” I said in a form of protest. He ignored my call entirely and spun me around. His hand pressed on my bareback, pushing me to bend over the berth. He pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankle. My pussy and ass staring him in the face.

Kneeling behind me, he spread my ass open. His tongue traced a wet line along my pussy lips and a circle around my asshole. He repeated it again and again, sending jolts after jolts up my body. My pussy was getting wetter and itchier.

I knew Sumit bhaiya hadn’t had sex in months. So, to match his horniness, I, too, decided not to have sex for days before boarding the train. I was getting hotter, but the fear of getting caught was there, too.

“Bhaiya, someone would come,” I said. This time, my words were clear.

“I’ll cum before someone comes,” Sumit Bhaiya replied.

I heard the buckle of his belt opening. I looked over my shoulder. The band of his jeans was around his knees. His big, thick cock, out and hard.

“Okay,  make it quick,” I said, giving my consent. The sight of his tool made it impossible for me to resist the desire to have him inside me.

He dug into my purse. For a minute, I thought he was looking for condoms. But he pulled out the tiny bottle of lubricant that I always carried with me. I said, “Why do you need this? My pussy is already wet.”

Sumit bhaiya ignored my query. He rubbed the lubricant on his dick and dropped some on my ass. It trickled down my ass crack, making me shudder as it reached my asshole. With his finger, Sumit bhaiya pushed the lube inside my ass.

“Bhaiya… no… please bhaiya… no. Not there. Don’t do it inside the train,” I pleaded, “Please bhaiya… You know I don’t take it up my ass regularly. It will hurt. Please bhaiya, not on the train.” He ignored my plea and kept shoving lube down my asshole.

“Bhaiya… please, bhaiya… bhaiya… not there, bhaiya… please bhaiya,” I begged as Sumit bhaiya positioned the tip of his cock on my asshole. “Bhaiya… please… don’t fuck my ass, don’t fuck my ass on the train. It will hurt bhaiya… please bhaiya.”

He didn’t pay any attention to my request and pushed his thick cock inside my asshole. “Bhaiya,” I screamed. “Ah, it fucking hurts.”

Sumit bhaiya grabbed my ass cheeks and fucked me hard. His tool widened my hole, making it stretch to the limit it had never experienced before. I had taken Sumit bhaiya’s dick before. But it was always in the pussy.

I cried and cried, but it had no impact on Sumit bhaiya.

“Shut up!” he grunted, his dick moving in and out of my ass, “Mom sent you here so I could use you. So, just get used like a good slut you are.”

“Motherfucker!” I spat.

“I’m a sisterfucker right now,” He replied proudly, slipping his left hand under my belly.

Pulling my hair, he rubbed my clit with his middle finger. His thrusts increase in intensity with each stroke.

“Ah, fuck, that hurts, bhaiya,” I moaned and complained.

He kept fucking my ass. Thankfully, it didn’t last long. His not having sex for months made him cum pretty quickly. He shot his load up my ass. As he pulled out, I could feel his thick and hot fluid trickling out of my ass and down to my pussy.

I took some deep breaths before grabbing my purse and pulling out wet tissue wipes. Putting my clothes back on, I got back to my feet. My hand reached for my asshole as I turned to face Sumit bhaiya.

Pressing my asshole from over my shorts, I said, “That hurts!”

“Sorry. I couldn’t control myself,” said Sumit bhaiya, pulling me into a soft smooch. “I’ll make it up to you. Just tell me how.”

I kissed him and answered, with a grin on my face, “Plant your seed into my belly and let it grow into a baby.”

“Deal,” Sumit bhaiya replied, pulling me close and kissing me with more passion this time.

“Is Savannah good in bed?” I asked casually, turning to face him. We were in Sumit bhaiyas car. The traffic was slow-moving. I had my seat reclined.

“She was amazing before pregnancy,” Sumit bhaiya replied, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“Was?” I said encouragingly, raising my eyebrows.

“She has lost her appetite for sex ever since she got pregnant.”

“Well, she isn’t a woman of the Nautiyal family,” I said jokingly, “Unless you make her into one.”

“I don’t think I can marry her,” Sumit bhaiya replied. The car continued to roll slowly along the road. “She won’t be able to understand our family dynamics,” he concluded.

“Well, at least the good thing is that you’ll finally be a dad,” I teased.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, Savannah is pregnant, and it’s your baby. So, you’ll be a dad… finally.”

“What do you mean by ‘Finally’?” He asked sharply.

“I mean, you are finally going to have a baby of your own,” I replied, continuing the tease.

“Bitch! I already got 8 kids,” Sumit bhaiya snapped. Though his voice never trodded into the realm of anger.

“And you had those kids with your mother, sisters, aunts, and cousins,” I mocked.

“So?” he raised his eyebrows.

“So…. incest kids don’t count.”

“Yes, they do,” Sumit bhaiya protested.

“Nope,” I smirked.

“Our mother is a child of Incest,” He said with conviction, “If Incest kids don’t count, then we don’t exist?” he added as we ran into a traffic jam.

“I’m not questioning their existence. I’m just saying that you can’t call them your proper kids,” I said, enjoying the tease.

“Yes, they are my kids. My sperm created them. No matter whose pussy popped them out. I’ve got 8 kids, and 9th is on the way.”

“Nope,” I said, smiling, pleased at my teasing.

“Yes, they are,” he protested.

“Nope,” I repeated, letting out a playful giggle.

“They count as my kids,” he said through gritted teeth. Slipping his hand under my panty, he reached my pussy and pushed two fingers inside. I gasped. I was already horny. The quick anal on the train only exaggerated my desire to be fucked.

“They count as my kids or not?” Sumit bhaiya asked, scratching the inner walls of my already wet pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I spat. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck,” I muttered mechanically. My pussy is slurping. The windows had the sunblock on, killing any view of the inside of the car. “Oh fuck… that feels good… fuck me… that’s good,” I repeated.

“Tell me, do the incest babies count as mine or not?” Sumit bhaiya asked, beaming from ear to ear.

“Oh fuck, yes… fuck yeah… oh yeah… yes… fuck yeah… oh yes,” I moaned as he continued to finger fuck my pussy.

“Thank you. That’s all I wanted to hear,” he said, pulling his fingers out. He put his fingers in his mouth and licked my pussy juice. “Randi,” he remarked, teasing.

“Behenchod,” I replied, matching his tone.

“You are way too wet,” he said.

“What can I say? An amateur fucked me anal on the train, cum in my ass, but didn’t give any regard to my satisfaction,” I said sarcastically.

“Looks like the whore has complaints.”

“The whore needs a proper man to fuck her,” I replied immediately.

After escaping from the traffic jam, Sumit bhaiya drove us to the outskirts of the city. The area was under construction and had almost no human presence. My hand glided over his jeans. Pushing the zipper down, I pulled his cock out, bent over, and took it in my mouth.

His hand rested on my head, moving up and down with the rhythm. I stroked his cock as I licked it. Despite fucking me in the ass earlier, his balls felt heavy as I took them in my mouth. Sumit bhaiya reclined his seat as he neared climax. I took it as deep as I could into my mouth when it began to throb.

He shot his load down my throat, and I took all of it. As I pulled up, I coughed, some of his cum dripping down the side of my mouth as drool.

“When is mom sending you to Ryan?” Sumit bhaiya asked, straightening his seat.

Ryan was Mom’s friend and her longest-serving fuck buddy. Many years ago, before I was born and back when Sumit bhaiya might have been no more than a toddler, Mom and Ryan made a deal. When her daughters, i.e. my sisters and I, grew up, mom would send them to USA to Ryan, where he’d train us to be proper sluts.

So far, all my elder sisters had gone to him. Each had spent 2 years living with him. And each had returned either pregnant or with a child. I knew that was my future as well. Sooner rather than later, I’d be sent to him and come back as a mother. And I was prepared for it.

“We haven’t talked about it yet,” I answered, wiping the drool off my face. “But I’m not going there until you’ve put a baby in me. I don’t want Ryan or one of his friends to be the father of my first child,” I said, moving to the backseat and taking off my clothes.

“But Incest child doesn’t count as a proper child,” he said sarcastically, mirroring my actions.

“I’m a girl. Rules are different for me,” I said, beaming. As my panty hit the floor, I spread my legs and said, “Now, don’t just sit there. Come and fuck your little sister and be a proper behenchod bhai.”

Sumit bhaiya chuckled as he moved to the back. The windows were cracked open to let air in. The car had been turned off. We were parked behind the compound of an unfinished apartment society. The construction on the site had been abandoned after the court deemed it to be illegal.

Sumit bhaiya sat between my legs, his tongue tracing a line along my pussy, the movement soft and teasing. I bit my lip as he repeated it. “Oh fuck,” I let out a sigh for the third time. “Oh, you sure know how to lick,” I said, throwing my head back.

Sumit bhaiya giggled, his hands moving up, cupping my big boobs, and his tongue moving deeper into my pussy. “Fuck… that’s good,” I said softly.

His tongue tickled the inside of my pussy walls as he ate my pussy lips. His fingers gently squeeze my nipples.

“Fuck bhaiya… put your cock in me… Please stick it in me,” I begged.

As if on cue, Sumit bhaiya climbed atop of me. We kissed as he pushed his dick inside my pussy. His movements were slow, as if his tool was massaging my wet and needy pussy.

“Ah… bhaiya… your dick feels so good,” I moaned.

“You are quite tight,” he remarked, kissing my neck in between.

“Any pussy will be tight for your big dick,” I replied. “Fuck me… you feel so good inside me.”

“Fuck Vanshika, it feels good to be finally inside a pussy,” Sumit bhaiya said, gently thrusting my pussy. “And for it to be yours is a blessing,” he added, picking me up as he straightened. I was now in his lap, riding his cock.

“Oh bhaiya… I’m here to be used by you… ah… my pussy is yours… I’m your fuck toy,” I muttered, riding his cock. My boobs bounced with the rhythm, making a slapping sound with each hop. “Fuck me, bhaiya… fuck me… oh yes… oh yes… what a cock…. fuck me, bhaiya,” I moaned.

Though I didn’t know the exact duration, but from experience, I guessed that I must have ridden his cock for a good 20 minutes. Yet, he was in no way near climax. I, on the other hand, was getting hornier and wanted to be pounded like a slut.

Sumit bhaiya asked me to bend over the door, the top half of my body sticking out of the window. His one hand grabbed my shoulder as he used the other to align his cock with my pussy. Pushing it deep inside, he began pounding my pussy hard. Now, that was the Sumit Bhaiya I remembered.

“Fuck me, bhaiya, fuck my pussy… ah… fuck me… fuck me hard… fuck me like that… yes,” I moaned out loud.

“Do the Incest children count as mine?” he gruted, ramming my pussy hard.

“Yes, they do, bhaiya… yes, they do.”

“You want my seed?”

“Yes bhaiya… ahhh… I want your seed.”

“You wanna give birth to my baby?”

“Yes, bhaiya.”

“Then say it out loud. Say it, slut. Say you want my baby. Say you want me to make you pregnant. Say it.”

“I want your baby, bhaiya… I want your baby… ahhh… make me pregnant… yes, bhaiya… make me pregnant,” I screamed, my voice reaching far beyond.

Sumit bhaiya moved his hands to the front, cupping my breasts in his fingers. His head is in line with mine. His thrusts grew in pace. I felt like his dick was attached to some machine. Man, he was smashing my pussy hard. And I loved it.

“Then say you love your brother’s cock,” he said with gritted teeth.

“I love my brother’s cock,” I yelled. “I love my brother’s cock.”

“Now, say you are your brother’s whore.”

“I’m my brother’s whore, I’m my brother’s whore,” I shouted.

He squeezed my tits tight, making milk squirt out. Down below, around the floor of the car, I saw the wet patches in the mud made by the spilt milk from my breasts.

“Fuck me… yes, bhaiya… fuck me… I want your baby… I want your baby… I want your baby,” I repeated.

“Oh fuck… yes, Vanshika… I’m cumming… fuck I’m cumming,” he grunted.

“Cum in me, bhaiya… cum in me.”

Sumit bhaiya gave a final push before his cock exploded inside my pussy. I felt his load shoot up deep inside. As he pulled out, I pulled myself back into the car once again. We sat opposite to each other. I looked down, checking my pussy.

It felt satisfying to see his cum oozing out of my pussy. It was thick. He had cum a lot. It was a good thing, wasn’t it?

“You are going to have the same body as Mom when you get into your 30s,” he commented, panting.

“Thank you,” I said, pleased. It was a compliment. I’ve heard many men say that mom had the best body they ever fucked. Being compared to her was a compliment, after all. Besides, I’ve been told since a young age that I was my mom’s carbon copy. And I always took pride in it.

“I can’t wait for you to go to Ryan. I want to see your videos, too,” Sumit bhaiya said. Yes, that’s true. Ryan used to make videos of all the women in my family he had fucked. He had marked videos of my elder sisters. And he’d send those videos to us.

“You can see my naked body anytime you want. Why do you need a video,” I argued.

“Video has a different appeal. And I think you’d look good in a video,” he replied.

“You just want to show it to your friends, don’t you,” I said, winking. We both burst into laughter.

So, guys, that is the fourth part of the story, which started with my encounter with the Australian guy years ago. I hope you like it. I would love to know your thoughts in the comment section below, or you can contact me at [email protected].

Vanshika’s ID is [email protected].

Disclaimer: This narrative is entirely a work of fiction. All characters depicted within this story are 19 years of age or older. The names assigned to these characters are entirely fictional and were created by the author solely for this tale.

A few hours later, Neha slowly woke up. It was 9:15 in the morning. The AC had made it even colder, bringing the temperature down significantly. Rohan’s arms were wrapped tightly around her from behind. His hot breath landed on her bare back as they were both covered by just one thin bed sheet.

Neha shivered as she attempted to move, the cold hitting her body like a shock. She reached for the AC remote and turned it off, not wanting to feel any chillier than she already did. She glanced over her shoulder. She could see that Rohan was still fast asleep and wouldn’t be waking anytime soon, of course.

The vigorous sex session’ from the night before had surely left him exhausted. She quickly removed his hand and slowly left the bed. She saw her bra and panties lying on the floor. She quickly gathered them and put them on. She rushed to the bathroom for her dress that she had left there the previous night.

Next, Neha opened the taxi app on her phone and requested a ride. Her cab would be arriving in just five minutes. She looked back over at Rohan’s sleeping form “Goodbye, for now, Mr. Drug Dealer,” she whispered. “We’ll see each other again soon enough.”

With that, Neha slipped silently out of Rohan’s Mansion and stepped out into the morning sun. Within minutes, the car arrived and she hopped into the waiting vehicle, sliding into the backseat. Neha sat back and tried to collect her thoughts.

Her mind was reeling from the intense sexual encounter she had just shared with Rohan. She reached her destination. She climbed the stairs to her second-floor apartment. Then changed into something casual. She realized she needed some contraception pills soon.

Rohan had fucked her without any protection last night. She decided to go to the nearby medical store. But just as she was about to leave, Neha saw Alicia, the HR, climbing the stairs and heading towards her apartment.

“Hey, good morning!” Neha said, welcoming her in. Alicia also greeted her back.

“Well, don’t you look a bit sleepy this morning,” Alicia remarked. “Any late-night work?”

“Uh, no, I was just…just watching a movie late at night,” Neha fabricated, hoping the weak excuse would be believable.

“Oh? And where are you off to in such a hurry this morning?” Alicia asked.

“Oh, just to pick up some medicine for a headache,” Neha said.

“You may need this” Alicia took something from their pocket and placed it on Neha’s palm. She looked at it. She was shocked to see what was that. It was a contraceptive pill.

Neha glanced up at Alicia. “So you know, right?”

Alicia nodded, “Of course I know. I saw you slowly going upstairs towards his room. I told you to be careful, Dear.” pulling her friend in for a protective hug.

Neha melted into the embrace. “Don’t worry, this won’t be for nothing,” she said, returning the hug.

The next day, she replaced his original tissue paper set in his car with her ditto box. Carefully, she had packed it with a voice recorder, securely set up to record everything he talked about while driving.

Not only that, but she also placed a recorded toilet in their office cabin. He would walk away from it when she was present in the room. Now, all she had to do was wait. A week of agony passed by as Rohan continued to use her as his plaything.

He fucked her missionary-style on his desk every evening after hours. He made her sit on his lap and ride him on the plush leather sofa. Sometimes, he even invited her back to his house, where he used her over and over in his king-sized bed in which she lost her virginity.

All the while, the devices in the tissue box worked silently, capturing every word and sound. Neha had been eagerly awaiting this moment for the past week. As night fell, she finally began to listen to all the recordings captured by the discreet audio devices.

It took some time to review every audio snippet that had been picked up carefully. By the time she finished, Neha had pieced together some very telling information. It was clear that a key player in the illegal drug activities was none other than Rohan’s driver, Chetan.

The recordings didn’t quite pinpoint a specific location where the drugs were being stored. Still, they definitely implicated Chetan as a key figure responsible for the gathering and storing of illegal substances.

Neha realized she needed some help to take this further. She called her trusted assistant, Rahul into the mission. Even though he was a year older than her, Rahul had joined the office two years after Neha.

Recognizing the scope of the undertaking, Neha also felt the need for vehicle support and formally requested a car to aid them in accomplishing their mission. Rahul arrived soon. He was staying at Neha’s apartment too.

She revealed to Rahul how he shamelessly exploited his female staff, taking gross advantage of his position of power to prey upon them. However, she omitted mentioning her past involvement in this.

She asked for his assistance to dig deeper and possibly trace the location being used by Chetan. Under cover of night, he clandestinely installed GPS trackers in Chetan’s pickup van.

In the days that followed, Neha and Rahul pored over the location data collected by the trackers, meticulously reconstructing Chetan’s routes. Their efforts finally yielded a promising lead.

It became clear that Chetan was transporting the drugs from the shipping cargo area to a familiar location: a popular club.

“That club, it’s one of Rohan’s many investments,” Neha muttered.

“We should go now,” Rahul urged.

“No, he’ll be there now, and we can’t risk him spotting me. Wait until Saturday. He’s hosting a party at his office that night. It’s our best chance to avoid him.”

Rahul agreed, and the two began making preparations for the operation.

On Saturday night, Neha wore a black top that showed off her cleavage and a short, slit skirt. Rahul wore a plain T-shirt and shorts. The two of them arrived at the club entrance, where Neha offered Rahul her hand.

“We will soon uncover his secrets,” she whispered.

Hand in hand, they entered into the drug-addled club. Neha’s breasts pressed against Rahul’s arm. Her skimpy black top offered a generous view of her deep cleavage.

Laser lights scattered in a dizzying kaleidoscope while neon lights in various colours pulsed to the beat of the thumping bass. Couples kissed passionately, lost in pleasure, their moans of ecstasy echoing from the dark corners.

They made their way to a dark corner, blending seamlessly into the debauchery with drinks in hand.

As Rahul slowly sipped his drink, he suddenly spotted a waiter passing a suspicious packet to a shady guy in exchange for a wad of cash. I quickly rushed back to a small entrance guarded by two people.

Rahul elbowed Neha and gestured to the transaction. It was now crystal clear that Rohan’s drug operation was alive and well, operating right out in the open. Neha and Rahul exchanged a knowing look. She moved away from him.

Without hesitation, he roughly pushed a drunk man who was seen nearby, sending him careening into the couple locked in a passionate lip kiss. The man reacted with fury, throwing a wild punch that connected with the drunk’s jaw.

The drunk returned a wild swing of his own as he tackled the enraged boyfriend to the floor with a crash. The fight immediately drew the attention of the two guards at the door.

“Hey, break it up!” one guard yelled as he grabbed the boyfriend by the collar and yanked him up. His partner did the same to the drunk.

Rahul grabbed Neha’s arm and went for the entrance. Once inside, Rahul and Neha found themselves in a long, dimly lit hall. A few steps ahead, a corridor branched off to the left. They crept towards it cautiously.

They found two doors before them. The first room was packed with club supplies. Glancing through the window of the second, they spotted more storage crates – and a hole in the floor, with a tile removed.

At that moment, a waiter climbed out of the hidden passage, packages in hand.

“That’s it…” Neha whispered in realization before Rahul clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her.

Their hiding spot was suddenly compromised when the waiter glanced towards the window. Rahul swiftly pulled Neha down, shielding her face against his chest. They remained motionless, hardly daring to breathe. Neha signalled that they should move on. Rahul nodded, and they inched their way forward.

But just as they neared the end of the corridor, they heard it. The sound of approaching footsteps grows louder with each passing second.

“Shit,” Rahul muttered.

“Hey, sync with me,” Neha said in a low voice.

She suddenly turned around and hugged Rahul tightly, pressing her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Rahul was shocked by this sudden moment. But he quickly regained his composure and started kissing her back. Their lips locked together urgently as they sucked on each other’s mouths.

Saliva mixed between them. They made out intensely, putting on a convincing show of young lovers caught in the act. They were hoping the guards would be fooled. Rahul could feel Neha’s soft breasts pressing against his chest through their thin shirts as he held her close.

Despite the danger of their situation, he found himself getting aroused by their heated kiss and intimate embrace. His hands roamed down to the cup and squeezed Neha’s shapely bottom. His dick began to stir against her crotch, pressing into her pussy through their clothing.

Just then, the guards rounded the corner and spotted the inappropriate display. “Hey! No trespassing in this restricted area!” they barked authoritatively.

Rahul and Neha quickly broke apart, both blushing furiously. “Uh, sorry about that! We were just, um, looking for some private space.” Rahul mumbled sheepishly.

The guards gave them a warning look. “Well, find somewhere else then. This area is off limits.” Rahul nodded.

One guard, glancing at the noticeable bulge in Rahul’s shorts, leered at Neha. “Looks like this guy really needs your pussy tonight. Better take him home and give him what he wants,” he said. His fellow guard chuckled in agreement at the vulgar remark.

Both felt really embarrassed by that comment. Rahul just left her arm after hearing that. They quickly led them away. The guards’ mocking laughter echoed behind them, saying, “He is going to have a good time with that bitch,” fainting slightly.

They made their way back to the main hall and then to their car. He quickly drove to Neha’s apartment. In the backseat, Neha opened up her laptop. She began writing a detailed email about what they had witnessed, including the audio recording and other evidence they had managed to collect.

Neha then called up Officer Rana, filling him in on their discovery. They had barely spoken a word to each other during the journey back. Neha unlocked the door and stepped inside, “P-pack everything,” Neha said in a formal tone. “Mission accomplished.”

But he closed the door behind him and moved towards her, holding her hands against the wall as he began to kiss and suck her lips. At first, Neha was hesitant. But as the minutes passed, their tongues and saliva mixed. She began to relax, responding well to his touch.

Their breaths mingled, the musky taste of him lingering on her tongue. Lost in a haze of lust, he made quick work of her top. He deftly unclasped it and let it flutter to the floor. His fingers soon had her skirt unzipped, the garment pooling around her feet to leave her in just her lacy bra and panties.

Following suit, he stripped off his shirt and shorts, along with his briefs, his dick springing free. Neha’s breath hitched as he pressed his hard length against her barely concealed pussy. The thin fabric of her panties was the only barrier between them.

They continued their passionate kisses as he backed her towards the bed. His hands roamed her curves. With a deft flick of his fingers, he unhooked her bra, tossing it carelessly aside, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her nipples hardened in cool air.

Rahul paused to take in the sight of her perfect breasts, his eyes darkening with lust. He lowered his head and began to suck on one of her nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Neha gasped and arched her back, pressing her breast further into his mouth.

He continued to suck and lick at her nipples, coating them with his saliva until they were glistening wet. After a few blissful minutes, Rahul pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed. Neha positioned herself between his thighs, looking up at him.

She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft while the other cupped his balls. She runs her tongue along his rigid cock, tracing the thick vein pulsing along the underside. Slowly, she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat.

Rahul groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair as she began to bob her head up and down his length. She took her time, savouring the taste and feel of him on her tongue. She sucked hard as she pulled back, tracing her tongue along the underside of his cock before swirling it around the head.

Then, she took him deep again. She continued this rhythm for several minutes, alternating between sucking on the tip and taking him fully into her mouth. Her hand came up to massage his balls, gently rolling and squeezing them. Rahhul’s hips began to buck.

His cock throbbed against her tongue as he neared his release. With a final cry of ecstasy, he released his load into her mouth. She swallowed it all down without hesitation, feeling his thick, hot cum slowly sliding down her throat in gulps.

Panting, he patted the bed, and she bounded up eagerly. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, propping a pillow under her hips. He knelt behind her, spreading her ass cheeks to expose her pussy to his view. Slowly, teasingly, he dragged the flat of his tongue up her slit, circling her clit.

Neha jerked and mewled, gripping the sheets. He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he feasted on her honeyed folds, lapping at her essence and suckling her throbbing pearl. Her moans grew louder. Reversing their positions, Neha straddled his face, her soaked cunt hovering just above his mouth.

Bracing her hands on the headboard, she lowered herself onto him, grinding her pussy against his eager tongue. His tongue poked in and out of her hole while he squeezed her tits from behind. Neha’s thighs started to tremble. She came with a moan, gushing her release into Rahul’s eager mouth as he gulped it down.

After her climax subsided, Neha crawled down Rahul’s body until she reached his cock. Positioning herself at her entrance, she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, letting it penetrate her vagina. Thanks to Rohan’s earlier efforts, he slid in smoothly, stretching and filling her.

Rahul grasped Neha’s hips, guiding her movements as she began to ride him. His hands cupped and squeezed her breasts as she bounced on his dick. They moved together in a sensual rhythm, lost in a haze of lustful pleasure.

As their passionate coupling reached a fever pitch, Rohan increased his pace, pumping into her harder and faster. With a loud moan, he finally filled her pussy with his seed. Exhausted and panting, Neha collapsed against his bare chest.

After a moment, Rohan spoke up in surprise. “I thought my chief was a virgin.”

Neha smiled and replied, “I was… until I accepted this mission.”

His eyes widened in shock as he realized the implication. “Rohan?!” Neha remained silent, the answer clear.

“I can’t believe that drug lord also stole the virginity of our stunning officer.”

He pulled her close, kissing her forehead tenderly.

Both were exhausted after their long day and the intense sex session. They slowly drifted off into a deep, peaceful slumber, tangled together in each other’s embrace.

The next morning, when Rahul awoke, he found that Neha was gone. Her clothes were missing too. Puzzled, he searched for her and finally found a letter clutched under the table lamp.

“Neha, who had taken on an undercover mission at Rohan’s office, is no more, leaving her past behind with the events of last night. At this moment, my sole desire is to be a devoted wife to my husband.”

He stood there froze, naked, as the letter slipped from his fingers and fluttered to the cold tile floor.

On that day, Rohan and his associates were arrested following a raid on his office and club, where a secret underground drug hiding facility was uncovered.

Additionally, numerous female employees accused him of exploitation in the workplace, leading to further legal charges. The media’s significant involvement in the case made it increasingly difficult for him to find a way out.

The long-awaited day of her wedding had come, with Rahul in attendance. Their eyes locked, and a cascade of memories rushed back to them.

Rahul and Neha maintained their relationship even after her marriage, right under her husband’s nose. If you’re interested to know about it, mail me or comment below. Feedback is also welcomed at [email protected].

Salo chudwane ke bad Rambha ko chudai ka charam sukh pahli bar hi mila. Woh bhi apne hi bete ke sath ki pahli chudai mein. Aurat ke roop mein ab woh bar bar Sanjay se chudwana chahti thi.

Lekin Maa ke roop mein usse bohut guilt feeling ho rahi thi. Daily chudwane ke bad bhi kyun khud bete ke samne nangi ho gayi. 5 rat pahle usne pahli bar dekha ki khidki ka grill pakad kar beta uss ki chudai dekh raha hai.

Usse gussa nahi aya tha. Ulta woh aur masti se chudwane lagi thi. Agli rat usne pati se ye shikayat nahi ki ki pichhli rat beta unn dono ki chudai dekh raha tha. Lekin usne bade bete ke bare mein bat ki.

Rambha – Jis bat ka mujhe darr tha woh hone laga hai. Bap itna bada chuddakkad hai, kisi ke bhi bur mein lund pel deta hai. To beto par bhi thoda asar hoga hi.

Surendra (pati) – Kyun, kya ho gaya? Sanjay ne tujhe chodne ki koshish ki hai? Chuchi dabaya hai?

Rambha – Nahi, abhi tak usne eisi waisi koi harqat nahi ki hai. Lekin uss ki nazar hamesha meri chuchiyo par rahti hai. Mujhe ghurta rahta hai. Ab sochti hu ki dusri aurato ki tarah main bhi ghar mein purey kapde pahan kar, sari pahan kar rahu.

Lekin Surendra ek number ka harami tha. Woh kai gharo mein sas-bahu, Maa -beti, 2 bahno ko agal bagal lita kar chodta tha. Usne patni ko aur uksaya.

Surendra – Main to iss bat ka intezar kar raha hu ki Sanjay bhi mere jaisa chudai karne lage. To mera bojh kuch kam ho. Ye sahab ke gharo ki aurato ko jabardast chudai chahiye. Main chahta hu ki mera beta bhi aurato ke bich mere jaisa nam kamaye.

Surendra – Tum apni kisi ladki ko Sanjay se chudwa kar kyun nahi pata lagati ho? Sanjay aurato ko khush karne layak hua hai ki nahi. Sari pahanne ki jarurat nahi. Main to kahta hu ki tum jan bujh kar usey apni jawani, apna bur, chuchi aur jangh dikhao. Dekho woh kya karta hai.

Pati ki bat sunn kar pahli bar uss ke mann mein bete se chudwane ki chahat jagi. Lekin faisla lene mein usse 4 aur rat lag gaya. Pichhli 2 rat usne room mein light on rakh kar chudai ki. Puri rat nangi rahi.

Jab usse biswas ho gaya ki Sanjay so gaya hoga to woh nangi hi apne room se beto ke room mein ayi. Usne dekha ki ek bed par ek chadar odh kar Sanjay akela so raha hai. Dusre bed par dono chhota beta so raha tha.

Rambha ne Sanjay ke upar se chadar khincha aur hakki bakki khadi rah gayi. Sanjay bilkul nanga tha aur lund flag post ki tarah sidha khada tha. Uss ke muh se ap se ap nikal gaya.

“Bap re itna mota aur lamba lund! Uff bohut hi pyara lund hai. Isse to bur ke andar lena hi padega.”

Rambha bed par baith gayi. Ek hath se bur ko masalti hui dusre hath se lund ko sahlane lagi. Usne fir apne ap se kaha, “Beta, taiyar rah, kal tujhe iss kutiya, apni randi Maa ko chodna hai. “

Rambha ne 2–3-minute supada ko chusa aur wapas apne room mein aa kar so gayi. Rat mein Rambha ne apne ap se jo promise kiya tha woh usne pura kar liya. Bete se chudwa liya.

Lekin ab usse pachhtawa ho raha tha ki bete se chudwa kar usne bohut galat kiya. Lekin bur ki khujli dubara tej ho gayi thi. Rambha apne ap se bate karte hue soch rahi thi. Sanjay ne pahle Maa ke feet ko bar bar chuma.

Aur uss ke bad sidha bur ki phank ko phaila kar andar ke gulabi mal ko chatne laga. To lund se nikla ras tab bhi bur mein tha. Sanjay ne woh ras bhi pura pi liya. Woh itne pyar se bur ko chus raha tha ki Rambha dubara puri tarah se garm ho gayi.

Woh boli, “Maderchod, mujhe pareshan kyun kar raha hai, chod iss kutiya ko. Bur tere lund ke liye tarap rahi hai.” Rambha ne bete ke head ko bur par se hataya aur bed par hi kutiya ke pose mein ho gayi.

Kutiya ke pose mein hi dhire- dhire pichhe khiski. Uss ke knees bed ke edge par aa gaye. Woh chuttaro ko hilane lagi.

Rambha – Kutiya ki aulad, teri kutiya bohut garm ho gayi hai, chod chod kar isse thanda kar de.

Sanjay floor par khada tha. Usne Maa ke dono chuttado ko pakda aur apni Maa ke bur ko chatne laga. Beta floor par khada hokar clit se lekar gand ke chhed tak jibh se ragad ragad kar chatne laga. Rambha bar bar bur mein lund pelne ke liye bolti rahi. Lekin Sanjay apne hi kam mein, bur chatne mein laga raha.

Kuch samay gujra. Rambha chilla kar boli, “Maderchod, jaldi se bur mein lund pelta hai ki main eise hi bahar ja kar gali ke kutto se chudwa lu. Beta, kyun tadpa raha hai, jaldi se pel. “

Aurat jab garam hoti hai tab na uss mein na koi laj rahti hai aur na sharam. Rambha ki bat khatm hui aur bete ne lund ko bur mein dabaya aur jordar dhakka marne laga.

“Wah beta, kutiya khush ho gayi, Eise hi pelta rah.”

Kuch der chikne pith ko pakad kar dhakka marta raha. Fir usne Rambha ke banho ke niche se dono hath ghusa kar uski chuchiyo ko pakda. Aur masti se chodta raha.

Sanjay – Maa, Ravi ne sab se pahle tujhe kab aur kaise choda tha?

Lekin Rambha bat karne ke mood mein nahi thi.

Rambha – Agli bar Ravi ayega to uss se hi puchhna. Abhi bohut maza aa raha hai, bat mat kar, Eise hi kutiya ko pelta rah.

Aur fir pahla round jaisa hi bohut der tak dono chup chap chudai karte rahe. Tabhi doorbell baja.

Rambha – Abhi kaun aya? Kitna time hua?

Sanjay ne bohut hi bedardi se dhakka mara.

Sanjay – Randi, meri pyari kutiya, ek se jyada ho gaya hai. Abhi na munna aur Pappu ke ane ka samay hai aur na babuji ka. Jarur teri hi koi kutiya hogi.

Rambha ne apne ko lund se alag kar liya.

Rambha – Kitna choda yar, 3 ghanta se jyada se hum masti mar rahe hai. Khana bhi nahi banaya aur ab ye kutiya 2 ghanta barbad karegi. Tu kitchen mein ja kar ek glass garam doodh pi le. Banana shake bana aur jab tak main na bulau, bahar mat ana. Main dekhti hu ki kaun randi bur ki khujli mitwane ayi hai.

Sanjay – Chal ek bar mujhe mauka de, tere samne teri kutiya ko thanda kar dunga.

Rambha – Meri kutiya ko chhod, ab mujhe bhi chodna hai. To pahle apne bap se mujhe chodne ki permission le. Bina Surendra ke permission ke ab tujhse nahi chudwaungi. Ja kitchen mein.

Rambha janti thi ki kaun hoga. Dubara door bell baja. Usne Sanjay ko room ke bahar dhakela aur khud nangi hi darwaja kholne gayi. Sanjay ne ek female awaj suni, “Kya kar rahi hai randi. Meri jagah koi dusra hota to khada khada hi chod leta. Kis se chudwa rahi thi?”

Uss samay Rambha ko dekh kar koi bhi kah sakta tha ki woh abhi chudwa rahi thi. Rambha ki bur se ras ki boonde tapak rahi thi. Rambha ne darwaja bund kiya aur ane wali ladki ka hath pakad kar ek room mein ghus gayi.

Lekin Sanjay ne Maa ki awaj suni, “Apne bete Sanjay se chudwa rahi thi, bohut badhia chodta hai, chudwayegi uss se? “

Sanjay ne dekha ki darwaja bund ho gaya. Sanjay iss ladki ko badhia se janta tha. Uss ke school ke head master ki chhoti beti thi, Sultana. School ki khubsurat ladkiyo mein se ek thi.

Sanjay bhi nanga hi raha. Kitchen mein gaya aur fridge se doodh ka pan nikala aur usse gas burner par garam karne ke liye rakha. Idhar udhar dhund kar khajoor, kismis, dalchini nikala aur khaulte doodh mein dal diya.

Ek bada glass mein dry fruit mila hua doodh liya aur Maa-bap ke room mein ghus gaya. Achanak uss ke mann mein ek vichar aya. Usne uss room mein rakha cupboard ko khol kar kuch dundha lekin kuch nahi mila.

Fir usne bed ke mattress ke niche tatola to usse kai kitabe mili. Sanjay muskuraya. Sabhi porn books thi. 3 magazine sirf nangi photos, chudai ke photo ki thi. Chudai ke bare mein hum ap jo bhi kalpana kar state hai, uss sabhi tarah ke chudai ka photo tha.

Ek book mein chudai ki kahani thi. Thodi der nangi tasviro ko dekh Sanjay kahani padhne laga. Uss ki kismet, kitab ki pahli kahani mein ghar ke eisi aurat thi jo ghar ke sabhi mardo se, beta, sasur, naukar aur dusro se bhi chudwati thi.

Aurat ka gharwala bohut badhia chodta tha. Lekin fir bhi woh apni patni ko ghar ke dusre mardo se chudwane bolta tha. Aurat bhi chudai se nahi thakti thi. Aksar woh ek ke bad ek ghar ke sabhi mardo se chudwati thi.

Sanjay doodh pite hue kai kahania padh gaya. Sabhi kahani mein aurat ko khush karne ke, usse jyada garam karne ka kuch na kuch takrib bhi bataya gaya tha. Sanjay kahaniya padhne mein itna masgul tha ki usse malum hi nahi pada ki room mein koi aya bhi.

Dono, Sultana aur Rambha room mein akar Sanjay ke bagal mein khadi ho gaye.

Sultana – Sanjay, mujhe chodoge?

Achanak aurat ki awaj sunn kar Sanjay ne chaunk kar nazar uthaya. Samne dono Rambha aur Sultana nangi khadi thi. Sultana bahar ki ladki thi lekin Rambha ke chehre par bhi madak muskan thi.

Aur use samay dono ke bur se ras ki dhar tapak rahi thi. Dono aurato ne ek dusre ko khub ragda, bur ko badhia se chusa aur chata tha. Sath hi dono ne ek dusre ko angulio se itna choda ki dono jhad gayi.

Sultana – Rambha, tu abhi apne bete Sanjay se chudwayi to main bhi chudwaungi.

Rambha – Tu mujhe budnam karegi ki Rambha bete se chudwati hai. Aaj hi pahli bar chudwaya hai.

Sultana – Ek randi kabhi kisi dusri randi ko budnam nahi karti. Aur tu nahi janti ki main tujhse kitna pyar karti hu. Main ne kitna kaha lekin tumne mujhe chachu (Surendra) se nahi chudwaya. Main ne ye faisla kar liya hai ki main jindgi bhar tere sath rahungi.

Sultana – Tu mujhe apne gharwala se chudwa ya bete se ya fir dono se, main there hi sath rahungi. Aaj tujhe batati hu, tere hi karan mera bap dedh sal se mujhe lund chusa raha hai. Meri bur chusta hai. Chal mere samne bete se chudwa. Fir main bhi lungi.

Sultana – Rani, koi mere badan ka ek ek boond khoon chus lega, badan ko tukda tukda kar dega fir bhi nahi kahungi ki Maa apne bete se chudwati hai.

Dono Sanjay ke pass as gaye. Sultana ki bat sunn kar Sanjay ne Maa ki oar dekha.

Rambha – Beta, Sultana kya abhi tera bap bhi ghar ata to mujhe aur meri halat dekh kar samajh jata ki main ne apne bete se chudwaya hai.

Sultana – Sanjay, teri Maa pichhle tin sal se meri jawani ko kha rahi hai. Main ne teri iss kutiya se kitni bar kaha ki mujhe Surendra uncle se chudwa de. Lekin sali ne kabhi mujhe tere bap se nahi milaya. Ab agar tu chahta hai ki kisi aur ko pata na chale ki tum apni Maa ko chodte ho to mere samne Rambha ko chodo.

Sultana – Iss ke innam mein main tumhe apni kunwari jawani dungi. Lekin tumhe mere Abbu, apne head master ke samne hi mujhe chodna hoga. Yar bohut hi pyara lund hai tera, mujhe bohut pasand aa gaya hai.

Sultana jhuki aur lund ko pakad kar chusne lagi. Sanjay ne nahi bataya ki woh bachpan se sirf usse, Sultana ko hi pasand karta hai. Sab log mein samjhate hai Sanjay aur Sultana se chhoti bahan Nagma ek dusre ke dost hai.

Lekin Sanjay ko shuru se Sultana hi jyada pasand thi. Aur ab Sultana khud uss se chudwane ki bat kar rahi thi. Sultana ki nangi jawani ka swad sabse pahle Rambha ne hi liya tha.

Rambha ne usse itna mast kiya ki har dusre -tisre din Rambha ke sath masti marne lagi. Dono ki lesbian masti ko shuru hue 6 mahina hi hua tha. Ek rat headmaster Hamid sahab beti ke room mein aa gaye. Usne jhanjhor kar beti ko uthaya aur sidha beti ki dono chuchiyo ko daboch liya.

Hamid – Tu Surendra sahab ke sath chudwati hai na. Main tujhe Surendra ke sath chudwane se kabhi nahi rokunga. Lekin ghar mein tujhe har rat mere sath bhi nanga sona hoga, mujh se bhi chudwana hoga.

Itna bolte bolte Hamid apna lungi aur kurta bahar nikal kar nanga ho gaya. Lund badhia size ka tha, mota bhi tha. Bap ka lund dekh kar Sultana ne thodi der apne andar tatola.

Kuch der sochne ke bad usne conclude kiya ki aj nahi to kal woh Surendra se chudwayegi hi. Ab bap ne bhi chudwane ki puri chhut de di hai to fir bap ko bhi khush kyun na karu. Sultana ne hath age badhaya aur bap ke lund ko pakad kar masalne lagi.

Sultana – Abbu, tum to bohut padhe likhe ho, gyani ho. Tumhe badhia se malum hai ki beti ko chodne se bada pap aur kuch nahi hai. Main apne pyare abbu ko dokhaj (nark) ki ag mein nahi jalne dungi lekin tumhe apni jawani ka pura maza bhi dungi.

Sultana – Tum wada karo ki apne iss lund ko meri bur ke andar nahi peloge. To rat mein hi kya jab bhi bologe lund ko chusungi. Apni bur chusne dungi lekin bur mein lund nahi pelne dungi. Agar tumne galti se bhi bur mein lund pel diya to sab ko bata dungi ki tum apni tino betio ko chodte ho. Jabardasti chodte ho aur tumhe budnam kar jal kar marr jaungi.

Itna bol kar Sultana uth kar baithi. Apne sare kapde utare aur abbu ke lund ko khub chubhla chubhla kar chusne lagi. Kuch hi samay gujra aur Hamid karahne laga, masti ki awaj nikalne laga.

Sultana ne 10-12 minute hi chusa hoga ki lund jhadne laga. Sultana ne jhat se lund ko muh se bahar nikala aur ras ko chuchiyo par ragadne lagi.

Hamid – Beti, 30-32 salo mein 50 se jyada aurato ko aur tumhari jaisi kamsin ladkiyo ko choda hai. Lekin abhi jaisa maza aya waisa maza kisi ke sath bhi nahi aya tha. Tumse pahle kabhi kisi ne bhi, tumhari Ammi ne bhi lund nahi chusa.

Hamid – Beti, tumne apne abbu ko mast kar diya. Teri Ammi salo se Surendra se chudwa rahi hai. Tu bhi uss se chudwa. Tera aur Jis ke sath ji kare chudwa buss jab bolu lund chus de. Kasam khata hu beti ki ye lund kabhi bhi apni kisi beti ke bur mein nahi ghusega.

Sultana – Aur abbu, ap ki ye randi, jab bhi bologe, lund chus degi, chuchi aur bur ke sath masti lene degi. Ao mere sath chipak kar let jao, chuchi ko jitna chusna hai, dabana hai, maza lo.

Aur uss ke bad dono bap aur beti har rat 2-3 ghanta sath sote the. Jaisa Rambha karti thi Sultana bhi har rat bap se choot chuswati thi. Aur badle mein lund chus kar bap ko khush karti thi.

Kuch din bad hi Sultana ki Ammi ko sab malum ho gaya. Usne beti se puchha to beti ne sab kuch sach sach diya.

Sultana – Ammi, abhi tak to Surendra chachu ne mujhe nahi choda hai. Lekin main ne faisla kar liya ki jindgi bhar Rambha ke sath hi rahungi. Surendra ki rakhail bunn kar rahungi.

Ammi – Tere Surendra chachu ne mujhe saikdo bar choda hai. Meri pahli chudai ussi ne ki thi. Kya malum tum sab ka asal bap wohi ho. Tu Surendra ko chhod, uska beta Sanjay bhi jawan ho raha hai. Usse pata aur uss se nikah kar le.

Aur dedh sal ke bad Sultana Sanjay ke samne nangi thi aur uss ka lund chus rahi thi. Rambha ne bed par chudai ka position le liya.

Rambha – Beta, tere dono bhai aa jaye uss se pahle apni kutiya ka maza le le. chod mujhe.

Sanjay ko ascharya hua ki ghar ke bahar ke ladki ke samne bhi uss ki Maa bete se chudwana chahti hai.

Sultana – Sanjay, kuch mut soch, marr jaungi lekin mere muh se ye kabhi nahi niklega ki tum apni Maa ko chodte ho. Tu nahi janta ki main teri Maa ko kitna pyar karti hu.

Lund taiyar tha hi. Pahle hi din Sanjay tisri bar apni Maa ko chodne laga. Sultana pahli bar chudai dekh rahi thi. Usse bohut hi jyada maza as raha tha. Woh chup nahi baithi rahi, purey chudai ke dauran woh Rambha ke ang ang ko chusti- chat ti rahi. Iss bar bhi Rambha hi pahle thandi hui. Kuch der aur chudai karne ke bad bete ne dusri bar Maa ke bur ko ras se bhar diya.

Jaisa hi Sanjay ne lund bahar khincha, Sultana jangho ke bich bath kar Rambha ke bur ko chatne lagi. Sanjay bhi chup nahi baitha raha. Woh Sultana ke pichhe aya, uss ke chuttaro ko upar uthaya.

Dono chuttaro ko pakad kar pichhe se bur ko chatne laga. Tino apas mein masti mar rahe the ki door bell baja. Rambha ne Sultana ko dhakka diya.

Rambha – Jaldi se kapde pahan lo. Dono bachche aa gaye hai.

Door bell bajta raha. Tino ne kapde pahne aur Sanjay ne door khola. Munna aur Pappu hi the. Dono Sultana ko ghar mein dekh kar khush ho gaye.

Munna apne bade bhai Sanjay se dedh sal hi chhota tha. Pura jawan ho gaya tha. Lekin bohut hi shant swabhao ka tha. Usse puri dunia mein sirf ek, Nagma hi pasand thi. Munna usse chod kar hi apni chudai ki jindgi ki shuruat karna chahta tha.

Lekin Nagma ko Munna ka bada bhai Sanjay jyada pasand tha. Aur Sanjay ko Nagma nahi uss ki badi bahan Sultana jan se jyada pyari thi. Pappu ka jab janm hua tab Munna 9 sal ka tha. Jis din Sanjay ne apni Maa ko pahli bar choda tab Pappu sirf 9 sal ka tha.

Sanjay ne sirf ek aurat ko, apni Maa ko chhup chhup kar chudwate dekha aur Maa ko chodne ki chah jagi. Jab ki Rambha ke umra ki ek khubsurat aurat tin bar Munna ke samne puri nangi hui. Usse chodne ke liye kaha lekin munna ne har bar ek hi bat kahta tha.

“Aap jitna bologi chodunga, rat din chodunga lekin Nagma ko chodne ke bad.”

Woh aurat Nagma ko badhia se janti thi. Woh apni tarah se koshish karne lagi ki Nagma jaldi se jaldi Munna se chudwa le.

Sultana chahti thi ki Sanjay aur Rambha jyada akele rahe. Usne dono bhai ko ghar se bahar bhejne ka socha.

Sultana – Munna bhai, Nagma se jhagda hua hai kya. Woh bohut udas hai ki tum ab uss ke sath nahi khelte ho, bat bhi nahi karte ho. Tum dono mere sath chalo, wonhi khila dungi.

Munna – Nahi didi, ab woh badi ho gayi hai, wohi mujhse dur rahti hai.

Munna ki jawani puri tarah se nikhar gayi thi. Sultana ne dhyan se dono Sanjay aur Munna ko dekha. Sanjay jyada khubsurat tha. Lekin Sultana ko laga ki Munna bhi pura banka mard ho gaya hai. Rambha jaldi hi apne dusre bete se bhi chudwayegi.

Rambha – Beti, bhulna mut. Kal rat tumhe aur Hamid bhai jan ko mere hath ka khana khana hai.

Sultana – Ha, woh kaise bhul sakti hu. Puri taiyari rakhna.

Sultana ka invitation sunn kar dono bachche, khash kar Munna bohut khush ho gaya. Usse Nagma ke sath rahne ka mauka mil raha tha. Dono ne jhat-pat school dress change kiya aur Sultana ke sath chale gaye.

Rambha ne jaldi se door ko bund kiya aur phurti se nangi ho gayi. Woh fir bed ke edge par kutiya ke pose mein ho gayi.

Rambha – Tumne kutiya ko pura nahi choda tha, haramjadi Sultana ne aa kar disturb kar diya tha. Le beta jaldi se kutiya ko thanda kar de.

Sanjay bhi nanga ho gaya lekin iss bar lund tight nahi tha.

Sanjay – Tumne pura chus liya hai, pahle chus kar thanda kar tab na kutiya ko pelunga.

Rambha bed se niche ai aur ghutno ke support par baith kar lund ko chusne lagi. Bich bich mein balls ko bhi chusti thi. Andruni jangho ko chat-ti thi. Juldi hi lund pura tight ho gaya.

Rambha fir bed par kutiya bunn gayi aur beta Maa ko pichhe se chodne laga. Iss chauthi round ki chudai sabse jyada der tak chali. Iss bar bhi Rambha hi pahle thandi hui. Thodi der bad bete ne fir bur ko ras se bhar diya aur tabhi fir door bell baja.

Door bell ki awaj sunn kar dono ko dhyan aya ki room mein andhera ho gaya hai. Dono ne muskrate hue kapde pahne, light on kiya aur Rambha ne darwaja khola. Iss bar uska pati ghar ke andar ghusa.

Surendra – Kya bat hai aj dono Maa Bete bohut khush ho.

Rambha – Khush? Main tere iss harami bete se bohut naraz hu. Maderchod bohut badmas ho gaya hai. Jao bed room mein, tumhe iss ki shaitani malum ho jayegi.

Surendra bedroom mein gaya.

Aage ki kahani agle bhag mein.

Hi everyone, I am back with the next part of my story. I was off for a vacation before winter so there was a delay. I will try to post much sooner. Thank you for your understanding.

This is a fictional story.

After having a delightful night with my mom, I requested her to join me and come to the US with me. After that, I had my dinner and went to sleep.

The next day at 4 am, I got ready to leave for work, and I was really excited to spend the whole week with my mom, where I could fuck whenever I felt like it. So I got ready, packed my bags for the week, and was waiting in the living room.

My mom came out of the kitchen and brought me some coffee and breakfast. She didn’t look ready and I asked her to get ready soon so that we could go to my workplace on time. And she sat next to me and started to convince me.

Mom: About what you asked last night, I thought about it. I feel really uncertain leaving your dad alone here for my pleasure.

Me: But dad is not a little kid anymore, and he is busy working all week. And your major complaint was you being alone with nowhere to go. Then why do you reject the proposal now?

Mom (hugged me tightly and smooched me): I know what happened. But I am worried about leaving him alone and also worried about how to be away from home for a long time. I need some time to think carefully.

Me (with a dissatisfied expression): Fine, do as you please, I don’t want to force you. I was hoping to spend some time together leaving behind any inhibitions and have fun. But since you feel so strongly about it, I won’t push you again.

As soon as I said that, my mom felt really bad and took my hands and dragged me into my bedroom. As soon as we entered, she locked the door and pounced on me with strong kisses and grabbed my dick over my pants and kept squeezing. I tried to move away, pretending it was getting late, and asked her to stop. She didn’t listen. She took off my pants, gobbled up my whole dick in a single go and started giving me a sloppy blowjob. Though I was saying that I was getting late, the whole experience was exhilarating.

After fucking her throat for a while, I removed her dress and bent her over. I was too excited for any foreplay and decided to fuck her without delay. But her pussy was dripping like a faucet. When I inquired about it, she said –

Mom: I was horny all night, and if it wasn’t for you going to work so early in the morning, I would have done it last night.

Just hearing her say that, I got really excited. Then I pushed my dick all the way into her pussy in a single go. She gasped and held her breath and I kept fucking her. Then she slowly started moaning softly so as not to wake my dad up in the next room, whereas I was least concerned about my surroundings and gave it my all.

After 15 minutes of hard fucking, I grabbed her boobs tightly and grunted and cummed in her pussy. I grabbed her so tightly that her tits got red and she was in both pleasure and pain.

After that, I immediately got ready, gave her a hard smooch, and rushed off to work. Once I cooled after grabbing some coffee and reached work, I reminisced about the past few days and was overjoyed. As I left the yard, my mom called and complained about how her boobs were hurting and asked me to be careful the next time. I agreed to it and behaved as if I were having a normal conversation. After a while, we hung up.

I was busy with work till I crossed the US border. After that, I relaxed on the freeway off to Miami. After the whole day’s grind, I reached a rest stop to sleep for the night. While preparing everything, I heard a knock on the window. I realized that it was a hooker and was about to send her away, but when I reached the door, it was an Indian milf who had a mature charm just like my mom. Just looking at her reminded me of my mom and I got really horny. Then I discussed the payment and called her into the truck.

After this, I concocted a plan in which we agreed to role-play as mother and son. Before we began, I got a nasty idea. So I called my mom when she answered and I made sure she was alone at home. Then I asked her to move to the bedroom where she was expecting a sexy video chat.

After she set herself up in the bedroom, I adjusted the phone to an angle where the mattress was visible. After a few seconds, a lady walked into the frame which shocked my mom and she thought that it was someone she knew. But after realizing that she was a stranger, she asked what I was doing.

Then I introduced the hooker to my mom and she smiled and wished her a good evening. My mom inquired about what was happening. I said I booked her to have fun. Then I started to call the hooker mom and began undressing her. My mom was angry and asked me to send her away. But I was busy with my newly booked mom and was grabbing her boobs and sucking them. All the while my mom on the other side of the call was screaming and begging me to stop.

Then I lifted my head and said: If you would have come with me, we could have done the same every day.

And continued with my new mom. The lady understood the situation, and to tease my mom further, she changed her demeanor to a loving mother and got into the role play.

New mom: Beta, you seem to have worked hard all day. You look tired come to mummy and relax a little.

Me (understanding what she meant, cuddled her nicely, and said): Mom, I work so hard, so make sure to keep you happy, and as long as you are happy, this work is a piece of cake.

New mom: Oh, you are so sweet, my love. You are so kind and caring. I am blessed to have a son like you. A son like you is every mother’s dream and I am fortunate to have you.

Me: Thank you mom, that means so much, and making you happy is all I care about.

New mom: Come on baby, have some milk and relax.

Then releasing her breast, she took me on her lap and made me suck her boobs. While sucking her boobs, she held my dick and kept stroking it and complimented my dick and how well I sucked her boobs to make my mom jealous. My mom was on the other side of the call cooldown and was watching us without making any noise.

When I noticed that, it got me even more excited. Then I got up, sat on the bed, and made my new mom sit on my lap with legs spread apart. I kept sucking her boobs tenderly and kept calling her mom and saying how much I loved her. All 3 of us got completely into it and I jammed my dick into the new mom.

She gasped as she said: Son, your dick is amazing, and I love it.

And she kissed me on the forehead. After that, I pictured my mom in her and kissed her while fucking calling her mom and making love to her. This time, it was sensual and played with her whole body. My mom on the call was so into it that she removed her dress and kept squeezing herself calling me and asking me to fuck her deeply and bite her tits. I followed her instructions and did as I was asked by the new mom.

After a while, all three of us came around the same time and relaxed.

Catching our breath, after that, we started talking, and she was going through the same thing as my mother was feeling after her husband passed away, and she came to live with her daughter in the US. Her daughter was divorced and was working as an air hostess traveling all over, she was lonely and had no one to talk to, and she started this 2 days ago.

As all the others only asked for blowjob and handjob, her pussy was itching for some action after several years of no sex life. Then she thanked me for fulfilling her desire and making her feel wanted. She was getting depressed as others didn’t show interest in having sex with an old lady. And that feeling of now being unwanted made her feel bad. But she thanked me that now she felt happy as someone desired her body, and the thought of having sex with her own son made her very happy.

My mom realized that both were in the same boat as she too was out to have sex just to feel desirable. And the fact that if I was not the customer who booked my mom during her looking for compensation, she would be in the same position and parallels was shocking.

After that, she shared her number, thanked my mom,  kissed me deeply, and thanked me, saying, “If you are ever in town, call me. I will serve you even better”, and after hugging me, she left the place.

After that, my mom and I continued our conversation, and we understood how horrible being alone is and were thankful to god for helping us find each other.

To be continued.

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Anish ke papa ko 2 hafto ke liye bahar jaana para. Anish ne is mouke ka fayda utha kar apni Maa, Vidya ko chodna shuru kar diya. Woh Vidya ko uski randi jaisa bana ke rakhta. Usse ghar pe lag bhag nanga rakhta. Na baal bandhti, na lipstick lagati, na hi maathe pe sindoor lagati.

1 hatfa beet gya tha. Ab Vidya ko Anish se koi sharam nahi aati thi. Woh Anish ki ek gulaam ki tarah uski saari baate maanti. Ek din pados ka ek ladka, Laksh. gali mein ball se khel raha tha. Ball Anish ke ghar ke balcony mein aake giri.

Laksh jab ball lene aaya to dekha darwaza khula hai. Woh ghar ke ander ghus gaya. Thoda ander jaake woh bilkul shock hogaya dekhke, Vidya puri nangi zameen pe beth ke Anish ka lund choos rahi thi.

Laksh: Hai? Aunty?

Anish ki nazar Laksh pe gayi.

Anish: Aree yeh kya kar raha hai yaha? Tune darwaza band nahi kiya tha kya?

Vidya fatafat Anish ka lund apne muh se nikal ke khadi hui. Aur apne nange jism ko dhakne ke liye parde ke piche chup gayi.

Laksh: Bhaiya, yeh aap kya kar rahe ho?

Anish: Dekho jo bhi tune dekha yaha kisi ko mat batana.

Laksh Vidya ki taraf dekhta hai. Vidya ka chehra aur uski nangi moti tange parde ke piche se dikh rahi hoti hai.

Laksh: Bhaiya, lekin aunty ne kapre kyu nahi pehene?

Anish ne socha ki agar isko kuch badale mein diya nahi to yeh manega nahi.
Anish uske paas aake bolta hai.

Anish: Dekh agar tu yeh baat kisi ko nahi batayega to. Woh aunty ke doodh dekh raha hai? Choosna hai?

Laksh khush hogaya.

Laksh: Ha Ha bhaiya mujhe choosna hai.

Anish: Theek hai to abse jab bhi choosna ho to mere ghar aajana. Aur yeh baat kisi ko mat batana varna choosne nahi milega.

Laksh: Theek hai, bhaiya.

Agle din, Laksh khel ne baad Anish ke ghar jaata hai. Dekhta hai Vidya kitchen mein nangi khana bana rahi hoti hai.

Laksh: Aunty, aap bohut sundar ho.

Vidya muskurati hai. Vidya ke nange raseele mote mote chuche jhoolte dekh Laksh uski taraf ishara karta hai. Vidya samaj jati hai. Fir dono living room mein jaake sofe pe bethte hai.

Laksh se to aur control nahi hota. Woh Vidya ke bethte hi uske doodh pe hamla kar deta hai.

Laksh: Mmmf Aunty bohut tasty hai.

Laksh dono haatho se uske doodh pakad ke zorse choosne lagta hai. Jisse uske daat Vidya ke doodh pe lagte hai.

Vidya: Ah Araam se, beta.

Vidya ki nazar Laksh ke pant ki taraf jati hai aur woh dekhti hai ki uska lund khada ho gaya tha.

Laksh: Aunty, mere yaha dard ho raha hai. Aap kuch karo na.

Vidya muskurati hai aur Laksh ko apni godi mein sar rakhne ko bolti hai. Laksh apna sar Vidya ki godi mein rakhe uske doodh vaapis se choosna shuru kardeta hai. Vidya Laksh ki pant thori niche sarka ke uska lund nikal leti hai.

Fir Vidya apne haath pe thookti hai aur Laksh ka lund hilana shuru kar deti hai.

Laksh: Aunty Aah.

Laksh ab kaske uske doodh pakar ke choosna shuru kar diya. Vidya ke nipples geele hogye the. Thori der mein Laksh ka paani nikal jata hai aur baaki bachi hui shaam tak woh Vidya ki god mein hi leta rha.

Agle din, Laksh khelne na jaakar Anish ke ghar jaldi aajata hai. Lekin usse Vidya nahi dikhti. Usse Anish dikhta hai.

Laksh: Bhaiya, Aunty kidhar hai?

Anish: Abhi to woh soo rahi hai sofe pe.

Laksh thora dukhi hogaya tha.

Laksh: Acha to fir main badme aata hu.

Anish hasta hai.

Anish: Badme kyu?

Anish fir Laksh ke kaan mein kuch fus fusa kar Laksh ko living room mein bhej deta hai. Laksh vaha pahoch ke dekhta hai ki Vidya sofe pe nangi so rahi hoti hai. Woh apni pant utar ke Vidya ke chehre ke paas aajata hai.

Laksh: Oh Aunty.

Woh apna lund Vidya ke hotho se touch karwata hai. Vidya ki neend abhi bhi nahi khulti. Fir Laksh halke se Vidya ka muh kholta hai aur apna lund uske muh mein daal deta hai.

Laksh: Ufff, Aunty, kitna garam aur chipchipa hai aapka muh.

Vidya ki neend halki si khulti hai tabhi Laksh apna ek pair sofe ke uper rakhe Vidya ka muh chodna shuru kar deta hai.

Vidya: Mmmf.

Laksh: Ah Aunty kuch mat bolo.

Laksh Vidya ke gaal pakar leta hai aur apna lund uske pure muh mein ghumata hai. Vidya ko Anish ki vajah se lund choosne ki aadat lag gayi thi. To woh bhi bina kuch soche uska lund choosna shuru kar deti hai. Woh apni jeebh se uska lund aache se chatna shuru kar deti hai.

Laksh: Haaye meri pyari aunty.

Laksh apna paani Vidya ke muh mein bhar deta hai. Laksh thak ke zameen pe beth jata hai aur Vidya uthke bathroom jati hai apna muh dhone. Muh dhote time Anish piche se aake uski gaand pe zor se thapad maarta hai.

Patak se awaaz aati hai aur woh awaaz sunke Laksh bhi bathroom mein aajata hai.

Anish: Kaisa laga neend mein choos ke. Chal ab kaam pe lag ja.

Anish fir apna pajama uttar ke ek stool pe beth jata hai. Uska lund pura khada tha. Vidya ko Laksh ko dekhke thori hichkichahat hoti hai.

Anish: Uski chinta mat kar usse bhi dekhna hai.

Vidya fir Anish ke paas aake uske lund ke upper aake apni gaand niche karti hai. Piche se Laksh Vidya ki moti gaand niharta hai.

Anish: Bohut time lagati hai tu.

Anish fir kamar se Vidya ko pakarta hai aur ek jhatke mein apna lund ki chut mein andar tak daal deta hai.

Vidya: Ah. (Vidya chilati hai)

Anish: Ab kood.

Vidya ek second ke liye rukti hai fir Anish ke lund pe kudne shuru kar deti hai.
Yeh sab dehke Laksh shock ho gaya.

Laksh: Bhaiya, Aunty to aapki saari baate maanti hai?

Anish: Manegi kyu nahi randi hai meri.

Laksh: Randi matlab?

Anish: Chhor tu nahi samhje ga.

Anish fir khada hoke Vidya ki gaand pakar ke aur zor zor se usse chodne lagta hai. Anish fir apni ungli uski gaand daalke ghoomata hai. Vidya aur zor zor se moan karne lagti hai.

Fir Anish apna saara maal uski chut mein bhar deta hai. Vidya mein takat nahi hoti to woh apna balance kho deti hai. Woh girne hi waali hoti hai ki piche se Laksh usse pakar leta hai. Vidya Laksh ka khada lund apni nangi peeth pe feel karti hai.

Laksh: Uff, Aunty aap to best ho.

Laksh piche se Vidya ko kas ke hug karta hai.

Anish: Isse le jaake sula de.

Yeh bol ke Anish bahar chala jata hai. Laksh fir Vidya ka hath pakar ke usse bedroom mein le jaake bed pe leta deta hai.

Laksh: Aunty ab se main roz aaounga.

Yeh bolke Laksh Vidya ke gaalo pe kiss karta hai aur apne ghar chala jata hai.
Uske baad se Laksh ne shaam ko khelne jaba band kar diya. Taaki zyada se zyada time Vidya ke saath rahe aur uski Anish se thukai dekhe.

Kuch din beet jaane ke baad Anish ke papa ke ghar aane ka time aa gaya. Unke ghar aane ki ek shaam pehle Anish aur Laksh ne speaker pe gaane chalaye aur Vidya ko nachne bola.

Woh dono sofe pe nange beth gaye the. Aur gande gande gaane jaise Shiela ki jawani, Laila mein laila aur chikini chameli chalane shuru kardiye. Anish ne Vidya ko ek transparent red saari pehnai hui thi. Jisse pura pet dikh raha tha aur patla sa tight black blouse tha.

Anish: Aaj lag rahi hai puri randi.

Laksh: Mast lag rahe ho Aunty.

Vidya fir halke halke hatho se saari ka pallu girai jisse uska deep cut cleavege dikhe.

Laksh: Aah mera favorite.

Anish ne to ek 500 ka note uske cleavege mein fasa diya. Fir Vidya ne ‘Chikni Chameli’ wala step karna shuru kar diya. Uske doodh zor zor se hilne lage. Zorse hilne ki wajah se uski blouse khul gayi.

Fir jab ‘Laila main laila’ chalna shuru hua tab Vidya ne apni saari aur peticot puri khol di. Apni gaand pakar ke apni kamar matkana shuru kar diya. Anish ka sabar to tab khatam hua jab Vidya ne apne gaand ke ched ki taraf ishara kiya.

Anish uth ke Vidya ki gaand pakar ke apna lund uske chuttado mein ragadna shuru kar diya. Yeh dekhke Laksh Vidya ke samne aake uska muh chatna shuru kar diya. Laksh Vidya ke muh mein thook kar fir uska muh choosta.

Vidya ne Laksh ka khada hua dekh ke uska hilana shuru kar diya. Laksh ne fir sirf uska muh hi nahi balki uska pura chehra chaatna shuru kardiya. Vidya ke gaal, hoth, kaan, naak.

Woh apni jeebh se Vidya ka pura chehra ghoom raha tha. jiski wajah se Vidya ka pura chehra thook se geela hogaya tha. Vidya Laksh ka lund chusne jaa rahi hoti hai ki Anish usse rokta hai.

Anish: Ruk Aaj kuch aur chaat uska.

Vidya samaj jaati hai. Laksh ko ghuma ke uski gaand mein apni jeebh daalke uski gaand chatna shuru kar deti hai. Ek haath Laksh ke lund pe rakhke uska lund hilana shuru kar deti hai.

Laksh: Ah Aunty Aah.

Anish fir apna lund Vidya ki gaand ke ched ke saamne rakhta hai. Woh halke halke apna lund Vidya ki gaand mein daalta hai. Vidya ki taango mein taaqat khatam hojati hai.

Fir Anish Vidya ki kamar kas ke pakar ke zor zor se gaand maarna shuru kardeta hai, Vidya ki jeeb Laksh ki gaand ke aur ander chali jati hai. Anish fir zorse Vidya ki gaand pe thappar maarna shuru kar deta hai. Vidya ki gaand laal hojati hai.

Anish: Aur randi maza aaraha hai.

Ye bolke Anish ne uski gaand kas ke pakar aur apna saara maal uski gaand mein daal deta hai. Aur aage Laksh ka paani nikal jata hai. Laksh aur Vidya dono hi zameen pe let gaye. Anish fir Vidya ke uper chad jaata hai.

Anish: Uski gaand to chakh li ab mera lund chaat ke apni gaand bhi chakh le.

Fir Anish apna lund Vidya ke muh mein pura ghusa deta hai. Side se Laksh bhi uthke Vidya ki chut ke paas aajta hai.

Laksh: Aunty kitna tasty lag raha hai.

Laksh pehle uski chut soonghta hai. Aur fir apna muh Vidya ki chut mein ghusa kar kutto ki tarah chatna shuru kardeta hai. Vidya se control nahi hota aur mootna shuru kar deti hai. Lekin Laksh apna muh nahi hata ta.

Anish: Ahh teri kutiya ki tarah mootne ki aadat sudhri nahi.

Anish aur Laksh dono khade hokar apni nangi randi pe mootna shuru kardete hai. Vidya ke baal, muh, doodh, pet, chut sab un dono ke moot se bheeg jata hai. Thori der baad Laksh apne ghar chala jata hai aur Vidya naha leti hai.

Nahane ke baad Vidya towel mein Anish ke paas aati hai.

Vidya: Kal tumhare papa aajayenge.

Anish Vidya ko pakar ke kheechta hai uska towel gir jata aur usse nangi apni godi mein bitha deta hai.

Anish: Yahi soch rahi hai na ki papa ke aane baad kaisi chudegi.

Woh Vidya ko kas ke pakar ke uske kaan mein fus fusata hai.

Anish: Teri chut ka malik main hu. Tujhe chinta karne ki koi zaroorat nahi meri randi mummy.

Ye sun ke Vidya ko ek ajeeb se rahat milti hai. Shayad woh bhi man hi man yhi sunna chahti thi. Baaki ki puri raat Anish apni Maa ke jism ke saath tarah tarah se khelta raha. Aur subah Anish ke papa ke aane ka samay aagaya tha.

To be continued.

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This is a continuation of my previous series, ‘Neighbour Priti and her Desires.’ I will focus more on Alisha’s journey and her kinks.

A few weeks passed by, and we all were having regular sessions with our sluts. Ryan and Alisha moved in with us so that we could have regular fucks. Vincent and Priti stayed with us the entire time. Vincent would return back to his place for a night’s sleep but would leave his wife, Priti, with us.

Alisha had become the whore of our house now. Ryan, Vincent and I were giving her Slave-Training. I tied her up and caged her for 12 hours straight one day, and she loved the feeling of it.

Ryan also collared her and tied a dog leash to degrade her further. Vincent fed her food in a doggy bowl and made her eat without her hands.

There were times when I used to leave her naked on my lawn for an entire day. Fortunately, the lawn was surrounded with 8 feet high walls so there was enough privacy for us. Alisha would roam around naked on the lawn and would pee in the grass like a bitch.

She was loving this treatment and wanted more of it. I decided to take it one step further with my sister and present her to my boss, Adam, as a gift for a night. I had a good relation with my boss. He was more of a brother to me than an actual boss.

He was my mentor and guided me in my corporate journey. It helped me with my success and reach the position I am at today. While I was having lunch with my boss, our conversation casually drifted into our sexual lives. He mentioned that he and is wife loved to explore their sexuality.

They were looking for someone who could be a part of their debauchery. I found this very interesting. This was the perfect moment for me to present my sister as a slut to my boss.

“So, what kind of person are you looking for? Male or female?” I asked.

“I want both, a female who I can treat roughly and a male who can treat my wife roughly,” he said, and we both chuckled.

“Well, I do have someone in my mind, but you’ll have to keep this a secret,” I said quietly.

My boss only met with my mother once and never met with Alisha. I didn’t want to open my incestuous relationship in front of him and shake his entire world. I pulled out my phone and showed him a recording of my sister. I was fucking the daylights out of her ass.

“This is Anna, a friend of mine. I’ve been with her for the past couple of months and we both are also on the same path as you and your wife. If you are fine with it, we both can be part of your world and you can be ours. Together we can give our bitches the treatment they deserve and see where it takes us,” I said nervously but with confidence.

My boss looked at me. I was unable to understand what was going on in his mind. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, and all I could hear was the sound of us chewing our food.

“Alex, brother, you make me proud,” he said with a smile on his face.

“I always thought there was something within you that reminded me of my younger days. This was the reason I wanted to see you grow in your career. And today, you’ve shown me you’re a replica of me,” he said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He opened his photo gallery and showed me pictures of his wife. She was one beautiful woman. She had the fairest skin and her curves were just perfect. As he scrolled through his wife’s pictures, I could see less and less clothes over her body.

Finally, Adam slid a picture, and there she was, Sarah, Adam’s wife. The photo was a close-up shot of her upper body. Her smile was wide with blonde hair on her head. She was not wearing a piece of fabric. She had perfect globe-shaped boobs that were firm with pink areolae.

Sarah had pink nipples that were easily half an inch long. I instantly got a hard-on, and my boss knew I was horny. He scrolled through a series of naked pictures of his wife. He landed on a picture where he had his dick stuffed inside her wife’s juicy pussy.

Adam even showed me a video where he dominated his wife as she begged for more. He was slapping her, spanking her, pulling her hair, pinching her nipples and calling her degrading names. Sarah moaned with pleasure.

“So, do you like what you see?” Adam asked

“Like? I love it. I can’t wait to tame your wife,” I said, and we both laughed.

“It decided then you are coming to my place on Friday after work, and till Sunday, we will have our way with our sluts,” my boss said as we chuckled.

The day continued, and I went home to give this news to my slut sister. Alisha’s eyes lit up as soon as I announced this.

“I guess it is about time one more dick penetrated this cunt of mine,” she said as she crawled towards me.

That night I fucked my sister, imagining my boss’s wife, and it was one hell of a fuck. Alisha was unable to sit for a few hours as I spanked the shit out of her ass-cheeks. I didn’t spare my mother too. I mouth-fucked her roughly until she puked whatever was inside her oesophagus.

It was only me, Alisha and my mother that week. Ryan was out on a business trip. Vincent and Priti were away for another business deal meeting.

Finally, after a long wait, Friday arrived, it was time to introduce a new dick to Alisha. I explained to her about the situation and not to introduce herself as my sister but a friend named Anna. She accepted it all and loved the thrill of hiding our relationship in front of the world.

I made my sister wear see-through transparent lingerie. Above that, she wore a dress that started mid-way through her tits and ended just below her ass. Of course, I couldn’t take her like this in public. So I covered her with a coat that made her look classy.

I must say, she was looking stunning. I video-called Ryan to show him how excited his wife was to be whored out by her brother. He was equally excited. I ordered Amy to stay naked for the next 3 days in the house while her children went on a sex fiesta.

Adam stayed on the top floor of a 25 storey tower and had a huge penthouse where the elevator directly opened up in his flat. I’ve been to his house before and knew the lift would directly stop on his floor and none other.

As the elevator went up, I immediately removed the jacket from my sister’s body, only to expose her slutty dress. I pushed her down on her knees and grabbed her hair in my fist. The entire scene made her look so submissive. My heart started racing faster as we approached the top floor.

DING!

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened, and the sight of my boss’s room surprised me. As soon as the door opened, I saw my boss dressed in a three-piece suit. He was standing tall with his chest puffed out, and right beside him was his wife, Sarah.

Just like Anna, she was down on her knees and wore nothing but pink-coloured, laced, strapless lingerie. Adam had blindfolded his wife and tied her hands behind her. It made her boobs pop out even more. Sarah had a collar around her neck that also had a leash attached to it.

Adam held the other end of a leash in his hand. I saw my sister’s expression, and she was instantly horny. I knew she must be soaking wet between her legs. I stepped out of the elevator, pulling Anna’s (I’ll be referring to Alisha as Anna in this part) hair. She started crawling on her fours like a true bitch.

“Welcome to my place, Alex,” Adam greeted me, and we shook hands. It was a formal setting with a lot of semi-nudity involved.

“I see you’ve brought me a gift,” he said as he laid eyes on my sister.

“What should I call you?” He asked Anna as they both stared into each other’s eyes

“You can call me anything you please, Master,” Anna replied with a tone of submission.

THWACK!

Adam spanked my sister’s cheek loudly. The sound of the slap was so loud that even Sarah twitched. Alisha lost her balance but was quick to regain composure.

“Do you know why I did that, Slut?” Adam said

Just before Anna could reply, (THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!) Adam struck thrice on the same cheek with the same intensity. Anna had tears in her eyes now.

Adam grabbed my sister’s cheeks in his hand and pressed it roughly. Anna was in pain now, and for some reason, her eyes begged for more.

“You should never look into the eyes of your Master. Do you understand, you stupid whore?” Adam said as he roughly shook Anna’s face while holding her cheeks and pushed her down on the ground.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Anna replied, this time looking at the floor.

“Looks like your friend needs some lessons,” Adam said and smiled

“Yeah, I bet she does, she is relatively new to all this, but trust me, she can take anything,” I said as I petted my slut sister’s hair.

“How do you like your gift?” Adam said as he presented his beautiful wife and handed me the leash.

“Oh, she’s so tempting,” I said as I walked towards her

I pulled the leash so that her collar tightened a bit and bent near her face. She was still blindfolded and couldn’t see what was happening around her.

I grabbed her cheeks in my hand and rolled my hand over her face. Her skin was so soft and fair. I rolled my fingers on her mouth. She instantly kissed my fingers. I inserted 2 fingers in her mouth, over her sloppy tongue.

I played around with her saliva and then pulled my fingers out as I kissed her juicy lips. Sarah was quick to respond and give me a big, sloppy smooch.

“I can’t wait to feel that tongue around my dick. Would you like that, slut?” I asked Sarah

“I would love that, Master,” Sarah replied immediately

I cupped her cheeks and slapped her lightly.

“Slap me harder, Master,” Sarah begged.

I looked at Adam, who chuckled a bit. THWACK! I landed a hard slap on her white cheeks.

“More, Master,” she begged

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I turned her cheeks red with 3 more slaps

“More, Master,” to my surprise, Sarah begged for more

I slapped her a few more times, and finally, she stayed silent.

“We are going to have a fun weekend,” Adam said and removed his wife’s blindfold.

I could see her teary blue eyes, which looked even more beautiful in person. I cupped her cheeks one more time and gave her a long kiss, to which she responded. I can’t believe I was kissing my boss’s wife like a lover.

As Adam saw all this, he brought a Collar and Leash for my sister. He tied it around her neck. We both dragged our gifts across the hall and walked out to the balcony for a smoke.

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Hello, I am submitting the story on behalf of another female reader. Kindly share the feedback.

I am Wrushali, married with kids. I wanted to share my sexual experience in this forum.  There are 4 members in the family. Father, mother, younger sister and myself. We are from Pune.

My sister Poonam is 3 years younger than me. I am the eldest one in the family and ethical. Poonam doesn’t like to compromise on her luxury and needs. She always fights with my mother on her branded garments and family customs.

I was married at 23. It’s an arranged marriage. I didn’t have any affairs in my college days. My husband, Dinesh is a good human and takes care of the family.

On the other hand Poonam refused to marry at 23. She decided to choose her soul mate and never listened to my parents. Poonam picked a Gujarati boy as a husband. Her marriage was like high noise for my parents. Finally, it was fixed in November after Diwali.

Poonam resigned from her job as Anil’s parents wanted Poonam to join the family business in Mumbai. It’s agreed that Anil and Poonam will leave Pune and settle in Mumbai.

My dad was upset with Poonam. He wants both daughters to stay near his house. I stay near to my parent’s house and it’s a lucky thing for me.

Poonam completed her notice period, and marriage preparation was at a high pace. Just two days before Diwali, Poonam asked me to accompany her. I said OK, as my mom can take care of my 2-year-old kid. We both reached an apartment near my parents’ place.

We moved inside the flat. Poonam hugged a guy. It was a tight hug from both of them. That guy is not looking good. He is not tall and strong.

They broke the hug, and Poonam asked him, “Hey, do you have a condom with you.” That guy said yes. Then they moved inside the bedroom.

After an hour, Poonam was back and left the flat. I knew Poonam was having affairs from her engineering days. But I didn’t expect she would have sex just 2 weeks before her marriage.

We left for the coffee day, and our conversation happened as below

Me: Why did you meet him?

She: I was very horny.

Me: But you are going to marry in 2 weeks.

She: Yeah! Understand didi. I was horny.

Me: But there is no point in taking the high risk when your marriage is around the corner.

She: You have Jiju to fulfil your needs, and you are not understanding my needs.

Me: Needs? That guy was below average, and you are desperate.

She: Don’t judge the guy, Didi. He looks below average, but he takes the sweat out of me.

Me: Acha? What will your hubby be going to take out of you on the bed?

She: Didi! Why are you cracking jokes? My hubby is not better than that guy. You are a very innocent girl.

Me: OK, I am innocent and can’t live like you. You are desperate. He is below average.

She: OK, but I call him CP.

And again, Just 3 days before her marriage, Poonam asked me to accompany her. I said no to her. My mom won’t allow her to go out. Poonam’s mood was not good as my mom didn’t allow her to go out.

Poonam was requesting me to break the ice. I convinced my mom and reached his flat again. The bedroom door was locked as his roommate kept cash in the bedroom. Another bedroom door has an issue, and it can’t be closed. It means they don’t have privacy, and I can see their sex.

I asked Poonam to leave the place but she convinced me. They both moved inside the bedroom. The door was open, and I started to hear their moaning voice. I found some books in the living room and started to read them. It was difficult to concentrate as I was feeling bad about Poonam’s ethics.

Later, their moaning reached the next level. Poonam was laughing.  It’s difficult for me to focus on reading, and secretly, I looked inside the bedroom. They both were lying on the bed. Poonam’s boobs were open, and his head was between her legs. Poonam was howling and pushing his head between her legs.

Quickly, I moved back. My heartbeat was very high, and my legs were nervous. After a minute, I saw them and they both were in the same position. Poonam’s hands were on his head. Her nipples were erect. Her moans were high and I can understand the reason behind it.

Again, I moved back. I was breathing heavily and could hear my heartbeat. My hubby Dinesh is not good at pussy licking. He hates to lick my pussy for long. Poonam was moaning, and I could hear all her sexy moans. I remained calm and was listening to her moans from the living room.

My throat got dry and I moved to the kitchen to drink water. I drank water, and upon returning to the living room, I saw Poonam kissing his dick. I took a pause and looked at his dick from a distance, and ran away. I took a deep breath. I was nervous.

It was the first time I saw a dick other than my hubby. His dick is taller and thicker than my hubby. I was not expecting his dick to be bigger. Later, I started to hear a slurping noise from Poonam.  Slowly, I checked them with one eye, and Poonam was licking his thick dick like a lollipop.

She was moaning, and he was pushing his dick deep inside her throat. Ufff! Poonam is bad, and she was enjoying his dick. I started to calm down and not look inside the bedroom. But Poonam’s moans were making me excited and forcing me to watch them secretly.

I was listening to her moans for more than 10 minutes. I lost my resistance and looked inside the room. Poonam’s eyes were closed, and she was doing women in top position. I moved out, and after some time, I saw them in doggy style and missionary positions.

I lost my resistance and shouted at Poonam from the living room. I told her, “ Poonam, it’s getting late. We must go now in 2 minutes.” She said, “Please, sister, 10 more minutes.”

And all of a sudden, I heard a spank noise. I sensed he was spanking hard, and slowly, I looked inside the room. Uff! She was in doggy style, and he was probably licking her ass and occasionally spanking her ass cheeks. Quickly, I moved out of the door and took a deep breath.

Poonam’s moans were slutty. She was saying all the bad words on the earth, and he was shouting at her with bad words. Poonam was groaning like, it’s my ass. Your bloody ass mommy fucker, ahhh, ass bitch, son of ass bitch. He was fucking her ass without any mercy. He looks thin, but his stamina is high.

Finally, they ended the session after one hour and 25 minutes, and we left his place. After 3 days, Poonam was married and left Pune. After a week, everything became normal in life, like taking care of kids, office and household work.

But at night, I remember their sex episode, and that makes my pussy wet. I wanted to break my ethics. I got the feeling of having hard sex at least once in my life. I didn’t dare to cross my line and started to tease hubby. I started to sleep nude beside my hubby every night.

Day by day, my sex life started to change with hubby. I was becoming bold with hubby and taking his dick inside my mouth. In return, hubby is treating me well on the bed but not like CP. I started to have sex with my hubby every night.

One day, I attended the office mate reception, and I met CP in that reception. He is a friend of my office mate. We both greeted each other and exchanged our numbers. After a few months, he messaged me with Happy Gudi Padwa. (It’s Maharashtra New Year).

I acknowledged the message and started the conversation. Slowly, our messages moved to the next level, like Good morning, wellbeing, jokes and adult jokes with boundaries. Then, slowly we both started to meet outside for snacks and then lunch and dinner.

He doesn’t have a girlfriend, and I always keep him in boundaries. Later, I became vocal with him and started to wear a deep-cut dress.  It took close to 3 months to tease him. I got confidence in him. He never crossed the boundary and never forced me for sex.

Our tastes are the same. Like we don’t like to talk in groups and don’t talk dirty in public. I liked him and wanted to sleep with him. But I need some special energy to break my barrier and sleep with him. But I have a scare in my mind that does he love to  fuck me like Poonam? Poonam is awesome in figure.

Poonam sizes are 34-27-28. My body stats are not like Poonam’s. After delivery, I gained fat. My sizes are 36-32-34.  I have a thick waist with huge buttocks. I am 5.1 feet and 57 kg. I don’t look hot and sexy like Poonam.

One weekend, my hubby went out of Pune. At the same time, the CP room partner went outside. I thought it was the right time to break the ice with him for fun. I don’t want to have sex, but I want to see myself that I can break the ice and visit his flat.

CP knows my hubby was out of the city. I was aware that his roommate was away. So, with my nervous hands, I messaged him that I would reach his flat in the afternoon. I requested him not to force me to have sex. I was a little nervous, and it was raining outside.

Mostly, I have confidence in him that he doesn’t force me for sex. Finally, I reached his flat. I was wet because of the rain. I was shivering, and he hugged me. I hugged him, too, but my heartbeat was high. I was very nervous and my hands were shaking due to the hug.

I broke the hug, and he gave me the towel. I was happy that he didn’t force me, but I was nervous. My mind is not accepting of staying in his place and I decided to move out. I could see the sadness on his face when I was about to leave.

I felt bad and offered a hug. He hugged me tightly, and surprisingly, I started to respond to his hug. This time, my response was beyond my control. I was loving it because it’s crushing my boobs hard. My hands were rubbing his back, and he started to smell my neck.

I didn’t stop him, and he kissed and sucked my ear lobes. Ah! I love it. Our eyes were met. I felt shy and closed my eyes. He kissed my forehead. He hugged me tightly and whispered in my ears, “Can I kiss your lips?” I felt shy and closed my eyes.

I nodded my head, and he kissed my cheeks and chin. Then, slowly, our lips met each other’s lips, and I got an orgasm. He started to suck my lips slowly, and I was supporting him by rubbing my hands on his back.

I was feeling his hot breath while kissing my lips. His hands moved on my fat ass cheeks, and he was rubbing my ass cheeks while kissing my lips. I feel his erect dick between my legs while kissing my lips. I responded to his lip kiss, and our tongues got twisted.

It started to rain heavily. I was breaking the ice and shaping for my slut journey. The timing of the rain was good for me. It was a passionate lip kiss for some time and we broke our kiss. I was wet and asked him, “Do you want me to fuck?” (with a horny voice)

He said yes, and I asked him for a condom. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a condom at home, as the initial plan was to hug and kiss. He went out to buy a condom. In the meantime, I removed my tee, bra, jeans and panty. I lay on the bed under the blanket.

He reached home with condom packets. He saw my clothes were lying on the floor. I was on the bed. I exposed my thick thighs to make him tease. I winked my eyes. I gave her a flying kiss and signalled him with my index finger to join inside the blanket.

He didn’t waste any time. He threw condom packets on my face and removed his wet dress in a second. I saw him nude, and I felt shy. I covered my face with a blanket. I wrapped my body under the blanket.

He reached out to me. I was not allowing him under the blanket. I was teasing him and was saying no, no CP. But slowly, I was allowing him to move inside the blanket. He placed his hand on my waist. He was cuddling me, and I loved his warm palm on my waist.

Slowly, he was moving inside the blanket. At the same time, I turned to my left. With that, his dick touched my ass. It raised my body temperature, and I felt warmth on my ass. I moaned, and he rubbed his dick on my ass. I moved his hand from my waist to my bare boobs.

He was rubbing my ass with his dick. His warm touch on my boobs makes me horny. I turned on the bed, and my ass was facing the ceiling. He moved on me, and I was feeling his dick on my ass cheeks. Soon he moved his other hand on my boob, and my nipples were erect.

I was making moans, and he was pressing my boobs and rubbing my ass cheeks with his dick. It was special for me as my nude body was getting warmth from him. He moved his mouth to my ear lobes and nicely sucking it. I was impressed by the way he was dealing with me on the bed and asked him.

Me: Ahh! Are you liking me on the bed?

He: Wrushali! You are hot.

Me: Am I making you to fuck?

He: You are.

Me: I never thought men desired to fuck me as I have a big fat ass and waist.

He: Men love big ass like you. I love your ass.

Me: Chucked! Do you want to see my ass?

He: No, I want to kiss and lick.

Me: Hmm.

He: I love to experience it under the blanket

Me: Hmmm.

Then he moved down by kissing my back and reached my ass. He rubbed my ass cheeks with his cheeks and pressed my ass cheeks. I was nervous, and slowly, I was moving in a doggy position. I was feeling his warm breath on my ass. It raised my body temperature to the next level.

He bit my ass cheeks and moved his head between the ass cheeks. His tongue was moving in the right place. Ahh, I was breathing heavily. I was moaning and moving my waist like a belly dancer in doggy style.

I was moving my waist up and down with us. My pussy was wet, and the bedsheet became wet. Finally, he stopped, and my pussy was wet. He kissed my ass cheeks and whispered in my ears.

He: Wrushali.

Me: Hmm.

He: Wrushali, I want to see you in a birthday suit.

Me: Chucked! Shy.

He: Please, Wrushali.

Me: You don’t like my fat ass and big waist.

He: Your ass is awesome. Please show me.

I felt shy and asked him, “What do you want to see first?” He said ass. I felt shy and said hmm. Then he slowly pulled down the blanket from my body. I was feeling very shy, like a newly married girl. He saw my ass.

After that, he asked me to show my boobs and pussy. I covered my face with my palms and showed my nude boobs and pussy. He kissed my boobs and licked my nipples. I was moaning. He was sucking my boobs one after another and occasionally biting my erect nipples.

Ah, my leg was raised in the air. My hands were massaging his head hair while licking my boobs. He sucked my boobs for some time and said

He: Can I see now?

Me: Hmmm, and I said no.

He: No! Show your pussy, Wrushali.

Me: No, please. It’s leaking

He: I will clean it

Me: Ahhh!

He moved down and spread my legs wider. I am still closing my eyes and breathing heavily. He rubbed my thighs with his index finger and touched my pussy lips. I started to moan and shake my waist. I was feeling very shy and asked him to cover me with a blanket.

He covered my body under a blanket. His eyes speak a lot of lust. We both started to look into each other’s eyes. Both were exhaling, and he kissed my forehead.

Uhh! That was a much-needed kiss on my forehead. I love his treatment and I signaled him to move under my blanket with my eyes. I know he wants to kiss and play with my pussy. I was eagerly waiting for that. He moved under the blanket.

He put his Index finger and started to roll the finger to the nose, lips, chin and belly. I was shaking while moving his finger on my body. Uff! He, too, reached between my legs under the blanket. He was rolling his finger around my pussy, and I started to bite my lips.

I was feeling nervous. My heartbeat was very high. I could hear it like a drum. I held ahis face tightly and was trying to push towards my pussy.  He was teasing me with his finger and not kissing my pussy. I was wet and couldn’t control myself, and I asked him to kiss and lick my pussy.

But he kept on teasing me. He was rolling his finger around my pussy. I leaked on his face. Then he smelled my pussy and rolled his tongue over my pussy. Ah! My hands were pushing his head hard. My Legs were in the air, and he started to lick my pussy.

Oh! and many more sounds have come out of my Throat. I was moaning about bad words which I had never used in my life.

I was crying like, yes, you fucker, Pussy fucker, lick my pussy, lick, lick it fucker, mash my pussy. (Chut ko chato, madarchod.) He was licking it, and I had a huge orgasm. I dropped it inside his mouth. After some time, he stopped licking my pussy, and I asked him to cuddle.

The bedsheet was wet, and he cuddled me, keeping his hands over my boobs. I was happy with him and asked him.

Me: Did you like my Pussy?

He: It is awesome

Me. You know I loved it

He: You are awesome, Wrushali.

Me: Can I take your dick for a blow?

He: Sure

Me: I don’t think we can meet again. So treat me like slut. I want to hear all the bad words from you.

Then our tongues met, and we kissed passionately. His chest was crushing my boobs during our lip kiss. We broke the kiss, and he shouted at me like, “Slut! You slut it’s your time to get dirty lips.” He lay down on the bed, and I kissed his neck and moved down.

I licked his nipple, and further, I moved down and touched his dick. Wow! It’s hard and long. He was shouting at me to take my dick. (Randi! Mu pa lelo. Chato behenchod)

Those bad words were like pouring honey into my ears, and felt like a slut. I took his dick inside my mouth under the blanket. I shook him with my blow as I rolled my tongue over his dick. I moved down his dick skin under the blanket and sucked his dick until he cum heavily.

He was groaning the whole time while I was sucking his dick. He was saying all the bad words. After that, he put on the condom and was ready for final action in missionary positions. The entire bedsheet was wet and he was not in a mood to change the bedsheet.

He immediately pushed his dick as soon as I crossed my legs. He was thrusting it hard. I could feel his hard breath on my face. I was moaning, and my hands were all round his back. My legs were in the air, and my boobs were crushing his chest.

I was hearing bad words like, “Randi, mother fucker. I will mash your pussy.”  Soon, I heard a thap, thap sound, which I never experienced with my hubby. His dick was going deep and making me crazy. Soon I hear my anklet sounds along with thap thap noise.

He was not stopping and thrusting it harder and harder. It was close to 10 minutes. I didn’t put my legs down, and it started to hurt. My legs were in pain, and I shouted at him to stop. He was kind enough to understand my situation, and he stopped immediately.

He understood my problem and stopped the sex. It was a good gesture from him. My legs were cramped, and it hurt me. He left the room, and after some time, I had a shower. I wore my clothes and had tea at his place and left the home with memories. But later, I couldn’t control my lust.

My hubby left for the USA for 20 months and I hooked up with him until my hubby returned.

Stay tuned, readers! I will write the next part of the story. What happened to me after my hubby returned from the USA?

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Hi, ye ek real story hai, aur aap log is story ko padh kar maza le. Ye story shuru hoti hai ek couple se jo shaadi karke khush the, apni shuruaat ke dino mein.

Ladke ka naam tha Bimal jo ek software developer tha, aur uski age thi 32. Aur ladki ka naam Paridhi tha, jo ek housewife thi. Apne shuru ke dino mein kaafi masti aur pyar karte the, aur dono ke beech kaafi acha sex bhi hota tha.

Dono hi open minded the, to sex life bhi achi hone lagi thi. Par Paridhi Bimal ko kabhi bhi kuch bhi bol deti thi, jisse Bimal sun kar reh jata. Paridhi ko ab aisa lagne laga ki usko Bimal se bhi kahi acha ladka mil jata, aur usne apni life kharaab kar li Bimal se shaadi karke.

Ye sab baat Paridhi ki mummy aur uska papa hi uske dimag mein daal rahe the. Fir dheere-dheere se Bimal aur Paridhi ki ladayi honi shuru ho gayi. Paridhi thode-thode dino mein Bimal ko chhodh kar mayike chali jati. Fir Bimal badi muskil se Paridhi ko apne paas lataa. Par ab ye to Paridhi ki aadat si ho chuki thi.

Aise hi ek baar Paridhi gussa ho kar apne mayike gayi hui thi, ki Bimal usko lene apne sasural gaya, aur wahan Bimal ko Paridhi ne aur uski mummy ne dhamki di, ki agar unki baat nahi maanega, to Paridhi ko kabhi nahi jaane denge, aur divorce kara denge. Fir wahan ek din Paridhi ke door ke jija aur didi aa kar baat karte hai. Wo Paridhi ko Bimal ke sath wapas sasural jaane ke liye kehte hai.

Bimal aur Paridhi to apne ghar aa gaye. Par us din se Bimal ko kuch bhi problem hoti, to wo Paridhi ke door ke jija ko phone karta, aur Paridhi ki didi se bhi baat karne laga. Ab koi bhi function hota to Paridhi ka jija Amal usko bulata, aur Bimal bhi apne function par unko zaroor bulata. Aisa hi ek function mein Bimal ki nazar Paridhi ki didi Amal ki wife Nirmala par gayi. Wo kya kamaal lag rahi thi us din.

Nirmala ne ek halki cream rang ki saree pehan rakhi thi. Uska figure 36-32-38 ka tha. Bilkul dudh ke jaisi gori thi wo, aur uski age hogi 40 ke aas-paas. Bimal aaj tak Nirmala ke baare mein aisa nahi socha tha, aur wo ab party mein baar-baar Nirmala ko hi dekh raha tha. Fir usne uske social network se kuch photos nikali, aur mobile mein save karke dekhne laga.

Bimal ka lund bilkul khada ho gaya. Uska ab Nirmala ko dekhne ka nazariya badal gaya tha. Raat ko wo apni biwi Paridhi ko Nirmala soch kar khoob chodta. Kareeb 6 maheene paar ho gaye, aur fir ek khabar aayi ki Amal Paridhi ke jija ki road accident mein death ho gayi.

Idhar Nirmala ab akeli reh gayi apni 19 saal ki beti ke sath, aur kamane wala koi nahi, sirf ek do tution se hi kaam chal raha tha. Fir kuch din baad fir se Paridhi ki ladayi ho gayi, aur wo gusse se apne mayike chali gayi. Bimal fir se apne sasural gaya, aur Paridhi ko manane laga. Par baat to aur bigad rahi thi.

Bimal fir kuch hi door mein Nirmala ke ghar chala gaya, aur wahan Nirmala se baat karne laga. Wahan Bimal ko Paridhi ki ek baat pata chali, ki Paridhi ke papa koi aur ladke ko pasand karte the, jo Paridhi se shaadi karna chaahta tha. Ye baat sun kar Bimal Nirmala ke gale lag kar rone laga, aur Nirmala ne Bimal ko apne se chipka liya. Yahin wo wakt tha, ki Nirmala ke 36″ ke boobs Bimal ke seene se jaa lage, aur Bimal ka lund khada hone laga. Nirmala ke jism ki gandh Bimal ko pagal kar rahi thi.

Bimal ne fir Nirmala se kaha ki ab wo divorce de dega Paridhi ko, aur baat hoti rahi. Tabhi Nirmala ke aankhon se aansu aane lage, aur Bimal ne wo aansu ko apne hatho se saaf kiya, aur poocha ki kyun ro rahi thi wo?

Nirmala ne kaha: Paise ki dikkat chal rahi hai, aur meri beti Tanisha bhi shaadi ke laayak ho gayi hai. Naa to khaane ko hai, naa hi ghar khud ka hai.

Bimal ka dil to pehle se hi Nirmala ko chodne ka tha, to wo ab kuch 10 hazaar rupay Nirmala ke hath mein rakh diya aur bola-

Bimal: Kuch aur der mein atm se paise laa kar de doonga.

Nirmala ke liye ye 10 hazaar kaafi zyada the aaj ke hisab se, aur wo kaafi khush hui. Fir Bimal ko apne hi ghar rukne ka bol di. Usko pata tha ki Bimal ek acha ladka tha, aur uski jab kisi ne madad nahi ki tab aaj Bimal ne hi paise ki madad ki thi.

Nirmala ne ab Paridhi ke baare mein kaafi kuch bataya, aur fir Bimal atm se 50 hazaar aur diye. Bimal ke liye ye paise kuch bhi nahi the. Paisa de kar wo wahan se chala gaya.

Kuch hi dino mein Paridhi aur Bimal ka divorced ho gaya. Idhar Nirmala aur Bimal ki roz mobile par baat hone lagi. Nirmala ko fir paise ki zaroorat padi to wo Bimal ko bula li ki ‘Bahut din ho gaya aap aaye nahi’. Aur Bimal to akela hi tha. To wo Nirmala se milne uske paas chala gaya.

Bimal ab ek-do din rukne ke mood mein tha Nirmala ke paas. Wo ab Nirmala ki khoobsurti ko dekhna chaahta tha, aur apni aankhon se chodna chaahta tha Nirmala ko. Bimal wahan Nirmala se baat karte-karte kitchen mein aa gaya jahan Nirmala khaana bana rahi thi. Bimal Nirmala ki gaand dekhne laga, jo upar ki aur uthi hui thi. Gaand kaafi fooli hui aur baahar ki aur nikli hui thi. Bimal ne apne mann mein socha ki jiju ne to poori mehnat ki thi inki gaand pe.

Bimal lund ko masalte hue Nirmala se baat karne laga. Itne mein hi Tanisha Nirmala ki beti aa gayi jo apni mummy ke jaisi hi khoobsurat aur slim thi. Uske boobs 32″ ke honge, aur kamar 28″ ki. Bimal ne Tanisha ko atm diya aur bola-

Bimal: Jao paise nikaal lao, aur apni mummy ko de dena.

Tanisha jaise hi gayi, Nirmala Bimal se chipak gayi aur boli: Aap mere liye itna kuch kar rahe hai, aur ek meri behan aapko dhokha de rahi hai.

Bimal ne kaha: Nirmala ji, aap aur Tanisha mere apne ho. Aur main bhi akela hi hu. Mera paisa aapke kaam aa jaye to mujhe khushi hogi.

Nirmala ne Bimal se kaha: Aap naha kar fresh ho jao, main aapka nashta laga deti hu.

Bimal nahane bathroom mein gaya aur wahan laal rang ki bra aur panty latki hui mili. Bimal apni nazar bra aur panty mein se hata nahi paya. Usne bra ko hath mein liya, aur naak ke paas laa kar soonghne laga.

Bimal ke muh se nikla: Aaahh Nirmala ji, kya khushbu hai aapki bra ki. Aapka jism kitna mast hai.

Aur wo wahan latki panty ko bhi soonghne laga. Panty mein nasha kar dene wali mehak lund ko bilkul lohe jaisa bana rahi thi. Bimal apne saare kapde khol kar, bra ko lund par laga kar, muth maarne laga, aur panty ke chut waale hisse ko chaatne laga.

Bimal (mann mein): Aahhhh Nirmala ji, mujhe aap chahiye. Aapko chodna chaahta hu main. Ye aapka jism mast kar deta hai mujhe. Kya mast maal ho aap Nirmala ji.

Fir wo aah aahh karte hue bra mein hi apne lund ka saara maal chhodhne lagta hai. Bimal ne wo maal jo bra mein nikala tha, usko saaf bhi nahi kiya, aur wahan wapas rakh di. Bimal ko pata tha ki Nirmala zaroor dekh legi uske lund ka maal, par wo ab paison ke neeche dabi hui thi, aur kuch nahi bolegi.

Fir nashta karke jab Bimal aaram kar raha tha, to Nirmala ne bra mein lund ki malayi dekhi, aur wo turant samajh gayi ki ye Bimal ka hi kaam tha. Fir wo lund ki malayi ko apni jeebh nikaal kar chaat gayi.

Nirmala ke muh se nikla: Hey bhagwan, ye jawan lund ki malayi, wo bhi itne din baad chaatne se meri chut mein kulbuli hone lagi hai.

Nirmala ab mann hi mann sochi ki Bimal uski madad isliye kar raha tha, kyunki usko chut chahiye thi. Aur wo ye soch kar hi jhadne lagi. Aaj kaafi din baad uske husband ke marne ke baad pehli baar tha ki chut se paani aa gaya tha.

Nirmala ab fir normal ho kar Bimal ke paas baith gayi, aur baat karne lagi. Par ek cheez badal gayi thi, aur wo thi ki Nirmala ne aaj deep neck blouse pehna tha, jisme se uske boobs dikh rahe the.

Bimal ne kaha: Nirmala ji aap ne doosri shaadi kyun nahi ki ab tak?

Nirmala: Main, mere se kon karega is umar mein shaadi?

Bimal: Aap sundar ho. Achi dikhti ho. Koi bhi kar lega aapse to.

Nirmala: Aapne bhi to shaadi nahi ki hai ab tak. Aap kab karoge shaadi?

Bimal: Mujhe to koi mili hi nahi. Agar mile to kar loonga.

Nirmala: Kaisi chahiye batao, koi hogi to dekh doongi.

Bimal: Sach kahu ladki aisi honi chahiye jo pati ko samjhe, aur baat-baat mein ladayi na kare. Khoobsurat bhi honi chahiye aap jaisi Nirmala ji. Aap mere liye perfect wife ki example ho.

Nirmala: Mere jaisi ladki to main hi hu, aur aapki age ki hoti to kar bhi leti aapse shaadi. Par ab aap kahan mere jaisi buddhi se shaadi karoge.

Bimal Nirmala ka hath pakad kar bola: Nirmala ji kya aap mujhse shaadi karna chaahti ho? Agar aisa hai to main bhi aapse shaadi karna chaahta hu.

Nirmala ne neeche nazar jhuka li, aur Bimal ne Nirmala ka chehra pakad kar upar kiya, aur hontho ko choom liya. Fir Nirmala ne zor se Bimal ko pakad liya aur boli-

Nirmala: Aapse shaadi main bhi karna chaahti hu. Par duniya waale kya kahenge? Aur fir aap meri hi door ke behan ko chhodh kar mujhse shaadi kaise kar sakte ho?

Nirmala: Hamari age bhi nahi milti to fir kaise hoga?

Bimal ne kuch nahi kaha, aur Nirmala ke pallu ko neeche gira diya, aur uske boobs ke cleavage ko kiss karne laga. Nirmala Bimal ke sar ko apne boobs par dabane lagi. Bimal ab Nirmala ke blouse ke hook khol kar blouse hataya, aur dekha ki Nirmala ne to bra bhi nahi pehni thi.

Bimal: Nirmala ji aap ne to blouse ke andar bra bhi nahi pehni hai.

Nirmala: Aapke liye hi nahi pehni, aur jo aap meri bra aur panty ke sath karke aaye ho bathroom mein, wo pata hone ke baad main kaise aapko tadapta dekhti?

Nirmala ke gol boobs pink nipple dekh kar Bimal ne kaha: Acha hi hua ki maine Paridhi se divorce le liya. Aur ab aap hi meri biwi ho.

Nirmala ne apne hatho se boobs ko pakda aur Bimal ke muh mein de diya. Fir wo boli-

Nirmala: Ab jab mujhe apni biwi maante ho to aaj se sirf Nirmala kaha karo.

Bimal Nirmala ki khoobsurti mein pagal tha, aur wo zor-zor se boobs ko dabane laga. Sath hi Nirmala ke boobs ko choosne laga. Nirmala ke muh se aahhh ki siskari nikalne lagi. Bimal ne Nirmala ko bed par litaya, aur uske sar par kiss kiya. Fir gaal fir gardan ko kiss karne laga, aur neeche aa kar dono boobs ko badal-badal kar choosne laga.

Bimal ne Nirmala ke hath ko failaya aur uske underarms jisme thode-thode baal the, usko soonghne laga. Usme se aa rahi paseene ki khatti mehak Bimal ko mantra-mukt kar rahi thi. Bimal dono hatho ki underarms ko soonghne laga, aur fir apni jeebh se usme lage paseene ki boond ko chaatne laga.

Ye dekh kar Nirmala ki aankhen band hone lagi. Usko aisa sukh aaj se pehle kabhi nahi mila tha. Naa hi uske pati jo ab is duniya mein nahi hai, usne aisa kiya tha. Nirmala 10 saal badi thi Bimal se, fir bhi Bimal hi aaj usko apna sahi sathi lag raha tha, jo ab hamesha uske sath rehne wala tha.

Bimal ab underarms ko chaatne ke baad neeche nabhi mein aata hai, aur apni jeebh daal kar usko choosne lagta hai. Fir wo neeche aa kar Nirmala ke gore-gore pairon ko apne hath mein lekar chaatne laga.

Bimal pairon par apni jeebh firane laga, aur fir uske pairon ki ungliyon ko chooste hue upar aata hai. Ab Bimal jannat ke darwaze par tha, jo Nirmala ke paas tha, aur jannat ke darwaza ki chaabi ab Bimal ke paas thi.

To be continued…

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Sandhya was a young woman of 19, with a smile that could brighten any room and a curiosity that knew no bounds. She had moved to the city a few months ago to pursue her college education. In the bustle of her new life, she often found herself feeling a tad lonely.

Her parents had been insistent that she stay with her uncle and aunt. Their daughter was Sandhya’s age. It was to keep her grounded and safe despite her protests that she was more than capable of living on her own.

Her uncle, a man of fifty, had always been kind to her. His wife, her aunt, was someone she had looked up to all her life. One evening, as she returned from college, she found the house unusually quiet. Her cousin was out with friends, which was quite typical for her.

Sandhya had a quick dinner and decided to take a shower to unwind from the day’s activities. As she stepped into the washroom, she started undressing. Her bra and panty came off last, revealing her perky breasts and shaved mound. She turned the shower on, the sound of rushing water echoing off the tiles.

Her thoughts drifted to the naughty whispers of her college friends about their sexual escapades. A warm blush crept up her neck. She had always been curious to explore the uncharted territories of her body and the thrill of the forbidden.

As the warm water cascaded down her lithe figure, she began to soap herself. Her hands glided over her curves with a gentle touch. Meanwhile, her uncle’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous hunger. He and his wife carefully positioned themselves to peer through the small hole in the washroom door.

Aunty had been whispering sly suggestions into his ear. Her hand caressed his crotch, which grew harder with each moment that Sandhya remained oblivious to their presence.

“Look at her, so innocent,” Uncle murmured. His eyes feasted on Sandhya’s naked form through the peephole. “She’s ripe for the picking,” Aunty cooed, her voice thick with desire. She palmed his growing erection through his dhoti.

Uncle nodded, his gaze transfixed on Sandhya’s glistening body. She lathered her breasts, her rosy nipples standing erect from the cold.

“She’s so young and firm, like our daughter,” Aunty said, her voice a seductive purr that made Uncle’s blood race. “Her skin looks so soft, like silk.” Her hand began to move more urgently on his cock. He groaned, his eyes glued to Sandhya’s nakedness. “Yes,” he murmured.
“Do you like watching her?” Aunty whispered, her strokes becoming more deliberate.

“Mm-hmm,” Uncle grunted, his eyes never leaving Sandhya as she rinsed the soap away. His cock throbbed in his wife’s hand, eager for more than just a visual feast.

“Imagine how tight she must be,” Aunty whispered. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips as she watched her husband’s lust build.

“Oh, yes,” Uncle groaned, his eyes glazed with desire as he imagined plunging into Sandhya’s untouched depths. Aunty’s hand worked him faster. Her other hand reached into her blouse to tweak her erect nipples.

“Look at those tits,” Uncle murmured, his voice thick with lust. “So ripe and juicy.”

Aunty chuckled, “And that tight little pussy, just begging to be filled.”

“Look at that sweet little ass,” Aunty murmured, her eyes devouring the curve of Sandhya’s bottom.

“It’s like a ripe peach begging to be squeezed,” Uncle said, his voice low and thick with desire.

“I bet she’s never felt a cock like this,” she murmured, her eyes locked on his as she stroked him with increasing fervour.

Uncle nodded, his breath hitching as Aunty’s expert hand worked his shaft.
“Look how she touches herself,” Aunty whispered, her eyes glinting with excitement. She watched Sandhya’s soapy hand glide down her stomach and between her legs.

“So sweet, so tempting,” Uncle groaned, his hand moving to cover Aunty’s, pushing her hand down harder on his straining cock.

“Mm, yes,” Aunty purred, her hand moving in tandem with his. She watched Sandhya’s fingers dance over her pussy. The water from the shower streamed down Sandhya’s body, creating rivulets that flowed over her swollen clit and down her thighs.

The sight of her young, innocent flesh being touched with such tender hunger was too much for Uncle to bear. His breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the tension coil in his balls.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he grunted, his hand gripping Aunty’s tightly around his cock.

“Do it,” she urged, her eyes alight with excitement. “Cum for me, baby, while we watch her.”

With a low growl, Uncle’s hips bucked forward, and he released his seed onto Aunty’s hand. It was thick and hot, a testament to his desire for his young, unsuspecting niece.

“Look at that,” Aunty said with a naughty smile, holding her sticky hand up for him to see. “You’re so turned on by her, darling.”

“It’s just…” Uncle stammered, trying to compose himself. “It’s just she’s so… tempting.”

“I know, darling,” Aunty cooed, her hand still wrapped around his now-softening cock. “But we can’t just watch forever.”

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she licked her sticky palm clean, savouring the taste of him.

“What do we do next?” Uncle panted, his chest heaving from the intense climax.

“We wait,” Aunty said, her voice a low, sultry whisper. “We wait until she’s all relaxed and vulnerable.”

Uncle nodded, his eyes still glued to the peephole as Sandhya stepped out of the shower, her body glistening with water droplets. She reached for a towel and began to dry herself off, her movements languid and unselfconscious.

As Sandhya stepped out of the shower, she felt a sudden chill run down her spine, as if someone’s gaze was upon her. She quickly wrapped herself in the towel, tucking it tightly under her arms, and turned to the door. She heard faint whispers and footsteps retreating, and a sense of unease crept into her heart.

“Sandhya?” Aunty called out from the hallway. “Are you okay in there, dear?”

“Yes, Aunty,” Sandhya replied, her voice slightly shaky. She had finished drying herself and had put on her nightgown, feeling the soft fabric cling to her still-damp skin. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

The whispers from outside had left her feeling exposed and a little scared. She knew they had been watching her, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. “I’m coming out now,” Sandhya called, trying to keep her voice steady as she opened the washroom door.

She stepped into the hallway, the soft fabric of her nightgown brushing against her sensitive skin. Aunty and Uncle were standing there, pretending to be in a casual conversation.

“Is everything all right?” Aunty asked with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Yes, Aunty,” she said, her voice a little too high. “I’m fine.”

Uncle cleared his throat, his eyes sliding over her body before meeting hers. “It’s getting late. You should get some rest, Sandhya.”

Sandhya nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment that she couldn’t quite place. She hurried to her room, her thoughts racing with confusion and the lingering feeling of being watched. Her aunt’s eyes followed her retreating form, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Once Sandhya was out of sight, she strolled into the washroom. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the discarded lingerie in the laundry bag. “Oh, you naughty little thing,” Aunty murmured, her voice thick with lust as she picked up the damp fabric.

The scent of Sandhya hit her like a wave, making her core clench with desire.
Sandhya’s bra was a delicate lace confection, the kind that whispered secrets and promised sinful delights. Aunty held it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her eyes closed as she imagined her young, ripe flesh spilling out of it.

Her panties, a simple white cotton pair, were soaked through, the fabric clinging to the outline of Sandhya’s pussy. Aunty’s heart raced as she traced the wetness with her finger, her desire growing with every touch.

“Mm, so fresh,” she whispered to herself, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I wonder what she was thinking about in there.”

Aunty couldn’t resist the urge to slip the panties over her hand. She was feeling the soft fabric against her palm, imagining it was Sandhya’s skin.

“I’m going to wear these,” she murmured to Uncle, her eyes dark with desire. He nodded, his gaze hungry as he watched his wife slip the wet panties over her hand. “And what about the bra?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“That’s for me to know,” Aunty teased, her smile wicked. She disappeared into their bedroom, the scent of Sandhya’s arousal still lingering in the air. Inside, she shed her clothes, her eyes never leaving the damp fabric in her hand. She slipped the bra over her ample breasts.

The lace felt like a lover’s caress against her sensitive skin. The panties followed, hugging her slick folds with a snugness that made her gasp. “You like them?” Uncle’s voice was a rough whisper from the bed, his eyes alight with the same hunger that had filled him at the peephole.

“Mmm, they feel like heaven,” Aunty purred, turning to face him, the bra cups framing her breasts like a naughty gift. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with the seductive grace of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

“You can smell her on me,” she said, her voice dripping with eroticism. “It’s making me so wet.”

“Let me see,” Uncle said, his voice gruff with lust. Aunty turned, offering him a view of Sandhya’s panties. It was now a second skin to her own.

“You’re going to love this,” she murmured, strutting closer to the bed. She climbed on top of him, the wet fabric of the panties sliding over his erection. “Fuck me, baby,” she whispered, her voice a sweet siren’s call. “Fuck me like you wish you could fuck her.”

Uncle’s eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and guilt. But he couldn’t resist the allure of the forbidden. He grabbed Aunty’s hips and pulled her down onto his thick, throbbing cock, the wetness of the stolen panties easing his way.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, throwing her head back as he filled her up. “Fuck me like you’re fucking her, baby.”

Their illicit act was fuelled by the scent of Sandhya’s innocence that clung to the fabric between Auntie’s legs. Uncle’s cock was a steel rod, pounding into his wife’s wet pussy with a ferocity that matched his hunger for their young guest.
Aunty bit her lip, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

“It’s her scent,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust. “It’s driving me wild.”

“I know,” Uncle murmured, his cock straining against the fabric of his dhoti. “Let’s not wait any longer.”

With that, they both knew the game was on. Aunty, wearing the stolen lingerie of Sandhya, strutted into the bedroom like a cat in heat.

“You like what you see?” she teased, her hands running over her body. She felt the fabric of the bra hugs her breasts, the lace brushing against her erect nipples.

“Mm, you’re a naughty one,” he groaned, his eyes glued to her.

Aunty giggled, her hand slipping into the wetness between her legs. She pulled the panties to the side, revealing her swollen pussy to Uncle’s eager gaze.

“You want these?” she teased, her voice dripping with lust.

“Oh, yes,” Uncle groaned, his cock standing tall and proud.

Aunty’s hand paused in her sultry dance, her eyes widening with excitement as Uncle reached out and snatched the panties from her grip. He brought them to his face, inhaling deeply. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he took in the sweet scent of Sandhya’s arousal.

“Mm, you’re right,” he murmured, his voice a dark growl. “These are intoxicating.”

He brought the panties to her face. She gasped, the fabric pressing against her nose as she inhaled deeply, the scent of Sandhya’s desire filling her lungs.

“Mm, so naughty,” Aunty whispered, her voice muffled by the wet fabric.

“Can you feel her on your skin?” Uncle asked, his eyes dark with lust. He watched Aunty squirm beneath the stolen panties.

“Mm, it’s like she’s with us,” Aunty moaned, her hips bucking against his.

“Yes,” Uncle hissed, his hand slipping down to caress Aunty’s clit. “You’re soaking these, just like she was.”

“Oh, fuck,” Aunty whimpered, her hips grinding down against his hand. “It’s like we’re both wearing her.”

Uncle chuckled, a wicked glint in his eye. “It’s like we’re both fucking her.”

Aunty’s cheeks flushed at his crude words, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through her. She nodded eagerly, her hand reaching down to stroke her clit. “Mm, yes,” she murmured, her voice a breathy sigh. “Fuck me like we’re both fucking her.”

“With pleasure,” Uncle groaned, his cock thick and ready as he positioned himself at her dripping entrance. “You’re going to love this.”

Aunty nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She felt a thrill run down her spine as he pushed into her, the wetness of the stolen panties only adding to the intensity.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. “You’re so big.”

“You like that?” Uncle grunted, his thrusts deep and demanding.

“Mmmm,” Aunty moaned, her walls clenching around his thick cock. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, how the illicitness of it all had turned her on so much.

“Look at me, baby,” Uncle growled, his hand moving to squeeze one of the bra cups. “Imagine it’s her tits bouncing with every thrust.”

Aunty’s eyes snapped open, her breath hitching as she stared into his. “Oh, yes,” she murmured, her hand moving to cup her breast. “It’s like I’m feeling her through you.”

Uncle grinned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had Aunty’s body writhing in pleasure. He reached down to squeeze the other cup of the bra, the fabric stretching tight around her nipple.

“Do you think she’d like it if we did this to her?” he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

Aunty’s eyes widened with excitement at the thought, her pussy clenching around his thick cock. “Mm, I bet she’d love it,” she said, her voice a sultry purr. Uncle’s hand left her breast, reaching down to slip the wet panties to the side. He groaned as he felt her slickness, her juices coating his fingers.

“You’re so ready,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Aunty nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as Uncle’s hand left her pussy and moved to his cock. She felt the warmth of his cum spurt out, painting her belly and the fabric of the bra.

“Oh, you dirty boy,” she murmured her voice a sweet symphony of lust. “You came on her bra.”

“Couldn’t help it,” he panted, his eyes still glazed with desire. “You looked so good in it.”

With a sultry smile, Aunty leaned in, her hand sliding down to his cock. “Let’s clean up, shall we?” she whispered, her voice a silken caress. She took the still-wet panties and began to wipe him clean, her movements slow and deliberate.

Uncle’s breath hitched as the fabric of the panties, soaked with their combined juices, glided over his sensitive skin. The act was so intimate, so wrong, but it only served to heighten his arousal. “Mm, you’re such a bad girl,” he murmured.

Aunty chuckled, her hand moving with purpose as she wiped the last drops of cum from his cock. She brought the panties to her nose, inhaling deeply once more. “Mm, she’s going to smell us on her,” she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“I want her to,” Uncle murmured, his eyes hooded with lust. “Can you make sure she wears this bra and panty with our cum?”

Aunty’s eyes glinted with mischief as she held up the damp fabric, her juices mingling with Uncle’s. “I’ll do better than that,” she promised, her voice a sultry whisper. “I’ll make her wear them while we watch.”

“But how?” Uncle asked, his cock already twitching with renewed interest at the thought.

“Leave it to me,” Aunty murmured, her voice a seductive purr. “I’ll find a way to make her put them on without realizing.”

To be continued.

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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 Veena ne mujhe apni love story batani shuru ki. Usne mujhe bataya ki college ki duniya uske liye bilkul nayi thi, kyunki wahan ladke bhi the. Isse pehle woh girls school mein padhi thi, to ye uske liye naya ehsaas tha.

Fir Aditya naam ke ladke ne usko propose kiya, aur usne bhi haa bol di. Uske baad unki baatein hui, aur fir ek din dono ne milne ka decide kiya. Aditya Veena ko ek restaurant mein le gaya, aur wahan dance ke dauran usko garam kar diya.

Fir jab Aditya ne Veena se pyar karne ki baat ki, to Veena ne haami bhar di. Aditya pehle hi room book karwa chuka tha, aur woh Veena ko room mein le gaya.  Ab aage ki kahani Veena ki zubani-

Aditya ne fir darwaza khola, aur hum dono room mein chale gaye. Room kaafi shandaar aur bada tha. Maine aisa room pehle kabhi bhi nahi dekha tha. Main andar jaake peeche mudi, to Aditya darwaza band karke meri taraf hi aa raha tha.

Aaj meri chudai hogi ye soch kar meri chut mein current ke jhatke lag rahe the. Aur chut dhada-dhad paani chhodhe jaa rahi thi. Fir Aditya mere paas aake khada ho gaya, aur muskurane laga. Usne mera hath pakda, aur usko apne face ke paas le jaake choom liya. Fir woh bola-

Aditya: I love you, Veena.

Main: I love you too, Aditya.

Ye bol kar usne mujhe apni taraf kheencha, aur baahon mein bhar liya. Ab hum dono ke jism ek-doosre se chipak gaye, aur face itne paas aa gaye ki hamari saanse ek-doosre se takraane lagi. Mere boobs Aditya ki chest mein dab rahe the, aur uska khada lund mujhe apni kamar par mehsoos ho raha tha.

Life mein aisa mere sath pehli baar ho raha tha. Tum to jaanti ho hogi Nikita, ki pehla ehsaas ek yaadgaar ehsaas hota hai (maine haa mein sar hilaya). Fir Aditya ne apne honth mere hontho se milaye. Aur hum dono ek-doosre ke hontho ka rass choosne lage.

Jab saanse takrati hai, aur hontho ka rass ek-doosre ke muh mein jata hai, usse sukhad ehsaas aur koi nahi hota. Hum dono poore josh mein ek-doosre ke honth choos rahe the. Hontho ko chooste-chooste Aditya meri peeth par hath ghuma raha tha. Isse mere badan mein garmi aa rahi thi.

Fir usne peeche se meri t-shirt ke andar hath daal diya. Jaise hi uske mardana hath ne meri kamar ko chhua, meri to ahh nikal gayi. Pehli baar kisi mard ne meri kamar ko touch kiya tha.  Fir woh hath meri poori peeth par ferne laga, aur fir bra ke hook tak upar le aaya.

Ek hath se hook kholna mushkil tha, to usne doosra hath bhi meri t-shirt mein dala, aur hook khol diya. Fir usne kiss todi, aur meri aankhon mein dekhte hue meri t-shirt upar karne laga. Main samajh gayi ki woh meri t-shirt utaar dena chaahta tha. To maine uski t-shirt utaarne mein help ki.

T-shirt utarne ke baad neeche meri khuli hui bra thi, jo abhi bhi mere boobs par latki hui thi. Maine sharmate hue us bra par hath rakh liye, taaki woh neeche na gir jaye. Lekin Aditya ne saamne se meri bra ko pakda, aur usko kheench liya.

Maine bhi zyada zor se nahi pakdi thi, kyunki main jaanti thi, ki utaarni to thi hi. Ab mere kasse hue boobs uske saamne the, aur mere nipples ek-dum hard ho chuke the. Fir Aditya ne bhi jaldi se apni shirt aur baniyan utaar di.

Uski body achi bani hui thi. Ab hum dono upar se nange the. Fir hum dono kareeb aaye, aur hum dono ke aadhe nange badan mile. Zindagi ka pehla time tha, jab kisi mard ka nanga badan mere nange badan se mil raha tha.

Itna acha ehsaas tha, ki meri chut ne apna paani chhodh diya. Fir Aditya ne meri gardan aur mere kandho par kiss karne shuru kiye. Uske face par halki daadhi mujhe thodi chubh rahi thi, lekin uska bhi apna ek alag hi maza tha.

Fir woh kiss karte hue meri cleavage tak aa gaya. Mujhe badi garmi chadh rahi thi. Ab woh mere akde hue boobs tak pahunch chuka tha. Usne apne dono hath mere boobs par rakhe jisse meri ahh nikal gayi.

Fir usne mere dono boobs ko dabaya, aur ek nipple muh mein leke choosne laga. Main bata nahi sakti ki mujhe kitna maza aa raha tha. Mera hath apne aap hi Aditya ke baalon mein chala gaya. Main uske baalon ko sehlati hui, uske sar ko apne boobs mein dabane lagi.

Mera dil kar raha tha ki apna poora boob usko khila du. Woh zor-zor se ek-ek karke mere nipples choos raha tha. Haye maza aa raha tha. Fir woh seedha hua, aur hum dono dobara kissing karne lage.

5-minute ki kissing ke bad usne mujhe ghuma liya, aur peeche meri peeth choomne laga. Uske aisa karne se mujhe thodi gudgudi ho rahi thi. Woh peeche meri gardan se shuru hua, aur neeche ki taraf jaane laga. Pehle back, aur fir lower back tak gaya.

Fir jeans ki belt wali jagah par jaake ruk gaya, aur seedha ho gaya. Uske baad woh peeche se mujhe chipak gaya, aur apne hath aage karke mere dono boobs par rakh liye. Ab woh mere dono boobs ko zor-zor se dabane laga, jisse main madhosh hone lagi.

Fir usne apna ek hath mere boobs se hataya, aur mere pet par ferne laga. Usne apna hath meri nabhi par laa kar roka. Nabhi ke andar ungli daal kar ghumane laga. Isse mujhe alag hi maza aa raha tha. Fir woh usi hath ko meri jeans ke hook tak leke gaya, aur usko kholne laga.

Hook khulne ke baad woh hath zip par leke gaya, aur usko neeche kar diya. Fir usne apna doosra hath bhi mere doosre boob se hataya. Dono hath meri jeans ki kamar par rakh liye. Ab usne meri jeans jhat se neeche kar di.

Maine apne dono pair ek-ek karke uthaye, aur jeans se baahar nikaal liye. Ab main Aditya ke saamne sirf blue color ki panty mein thi. Mujhe bahut sharmaa rahi thi, aur mere poora badan mein ek sansani si ho rahi thi.

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.