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Dear Readers, you welcomed the New Year by reading these sexiest stories on ISS. You can read them here again and share them with your friends and partners.

1)Fucked a divorced Milf

By: vikram69

I have described how I seduced and fucked a MILF who is a family friend. We were alone during the lockdown, so we enjoyed sex with each other regularly.

‘I started massaging her. I poured some oil on her back and ran my hands all over her body. She was a bit chubby, but touching her skin was fucking awesome. My dick got so hard. And I was wearing grey underwear, and the cum stain was visible.’Read the entire story here.

2) Indian Aunt – Part 1

By: indra

I got to sleep with my aunt during her visit to our home. Read how I got attracted to her at night and then what happened between us.

‘But it made me more horny. So I quickly started to masturbate. While masturbating, I saw that there was a bra on the floor. I thought it was my aunt’s because she was washing clothes which she was wearing yesterday. I quickly picked it up and started rubbing it on my dick.’Read the entire story here.

3) Wife fucked while drunken husband slept

By: amaturewriter1

Nidhi and Rakesh planned to catch and punish the salesman by recording his act. But Nidhi again fell into the trap and stripped completely nude in the mall.

‘His cock was rock hard, fully erect. She watched it, as he positioned near her pussy. She was right. It was 4 inches long. Rosy helped him to position his cock and asked him to push. Nitin pushed slowly. Rosy could feel his cock going inside.’Read the entire story here.

4) Wife Fucked by Best Friend

By: mrsinghmrskaur

My best friend fucked my hot wife, Sandeep Kaur, when I was not present at home. I saw on the spy camera how she seduced him, and they both cheated on me.

‘Now she took the top of his dick in her mouth. Slowly, she took the whole dick in her mouth. Jaspreet grabbed her hair, and she started sucking his dick wildly. His dick was hitting on her deep throat, but she was still doing so. She did it for approx 5 minutes. Then she lay down on the bed.’Read the entire story here.

5) Mother’s Submission – Part 1 (Masturbation)

By: asexaholicaa1

This is a new series of twin brothers and their mother. Read how one of the brothers sees his mother masturbating in her room and what happens after that.

‘“Cum for your mommy, Son. Let’s cum together,” she said and turned on the vibrator again. I moved closer to the bed. Her pussy was just below my dick as I stood in the middle of her legs. I could feel the warmth of my Mom’s pussy on my legs.’Read the entire story here.

6) Fucked plump mom due to frequent accidental erection

By: innocent_me0

I was facing the problem of my dick erections, and I was innocent at that time. Learn how my mom made me fuck her and solve my problem.

‘I lay down on the bed and she came on top of me. It was the hottest view ever. She was riding my dick and she was rolling her eyes back to the intense sex we were having. Her pussy was certainly tight and I gave some nice thrusts whenever she stopped.’Read the entire story here.

7) My Brother Is Gay! – Part 3

By: lovesexaddiction 🥉

I had to breastfeed my brother again. He took advantage, fingered me and sucked my pussy. We both enjoyed oral sex in my room and almost got caught by Mom.

‘Rajesh was licking my blouse over my nipples, making it wet with his saliva. I knew he was in a playful mood today. But will he take advantage of me in front of Mom like last night? Removing the bottom 3 hooks of the blouse, I kept the top one intact so it would be easy to hook up the blouse.’Read the entire story here.

8) My twin bro fucked my fucking mother-in-law

By: adu101095

I always used to have fights with my mother-in-law. Read how I said to my twin brother that I wanted her to get fucked hard, and then he tricked and fucked her.

‘My bro immediately came on top of her and there began another rough session. They were in a missionary position, and her legs were flying on his shoulder. Taking that chance, I was spanking her hard, taking out all the revenge. He fucked her for a while and then they changed the position.’Read the entire story here.

9) Biwi ki badi didi ke sath maze

By: akash4

Meri wife ki didi hamare ghar aayi hui thi. Padhiye kaise pehle maine usko galti se pakda, aur fir patta kar uski chut chudai ka maza liya.

‘Main samajh gaya aaj garmi andar bhari padi thi. Fir main apna hath nighty ke gale se andar daal kar seedha unka doodh dabane laga. Wo chup-chaap aankhen band karke chair par tek laga kar baithi rahi. Fir unke saamne khade ho kar nighty pairon ki taraf se utha kar poori nikaal di.’Read the entire story here.

10) Young guy fucked by a married woman

By: john_mike

Discover how a married woman next door prepares to have sex with a young man. She was waiting for a time when he was alone at home to seduce and fuck him.

‘Out of satisfaction, she smooched and gave a small bite on my neck that was heavenly. I moaned lightly. I started squeezing my Chechi’s boob a bit firmly. Then Chechi let go of my cock and hugged me tightly. My Chechi began kissing me on the lips.’Read the entire story here.

So, we hope these stories made your dicks rise and the pussies wet.

I sent a text message to Varun, telling him that we were almost ready. I asked Mom to wait and peeked outside the room to see if everything was alright. I could see Varun filming the men standing in a semi-circle. All of them were naked with beautiful hard boners and face masks.

The thought that these eight men were ready to fulfil Mom’s deepest and darkest desires while Varun and I watched was exhilarating.

I took Mom out of the room like she was a newlywed bride. She looked stunning in the baby doll negligee. Her breasts were encased with lacy cups with clearly visible protruding perky brown nipples. Her entire body was magical and enticing.

Her flat belly with a small amount of fat with a pierced navel was mesmerising. Just below her navel, the negligee exposed the pink see-through panties. They were nearly transparent, with a small patch of her pubes. Her chubby pussy lips were simply beautiful.

The moment Mom and I entered the living room, the surprise was too much for Mom.

Mom: What the fuck!

Me: Happy Birthday mom, this is your real present

Mom’s knees felt weak as she stuttered and said, “A Present?”

Varun: It’s a gangbang ma

Mom: You stupid, dumb kids, No! No! No! You didn’t plan this!

Me: Yes, Mom, It’s happening. We know you deserve this.

Mom: Nope, Never! It’s not happening. Please leave my home, or I’ll call the cops.

Me: Mom, Mom! Calm down, relax. If you don’t want this, we will ask them to leave. It’s no big deal, but we did all this for you. These men are here only for you. At least say “hi” to them. If you still don’t feel like it, I’ll send them off.

Mom: Wow, I can’t believe you both thought of this as a present for me!

I grabbed her hand and took her to the living room in front of the men. Mom was very shy and did not make eye contact with them, so she kept looking away as she greeted them. One of them took Mom’s hand and placed it on his dick. In minutes, she was kissing them and rubbing their dicks.

Mom then started to suck their dicks and was jacking them off. The bolder Mom got, so did the men in masks. She sucked each cock one by one while being groped by multiple hands all over her body. Then, the tall guy from the group tore off the negligee.

There she was, butt naked possessed with lust, sucking all rubbing all those cocks. 40 minutes had passed. I went towards the group. I pulled Mom away from them and led her to the leather bench in the centre of the room. I laid Mom on the bench and called Varun to ask him how beautiful Mom looked.

Varun came with his cam recorder. He looked like someone whose heart was pounding in his throat as he aimed the camera at Mum’s naked body. He looked at me and said, “Magnificent!”

Me: Magnificent, what?

Varun: Her breasts, her eyes, her stomach, every inch of her body is magnificent.

Varun then looked Mom in her eyes and said, “Maa, your succulent boobs topped with those dark brown nipples are mesmerising. I wish I could suck them and bite them a little. The truth is I can go on and on about you, but 8 men are waiting to taste you.”

With this, Varun now moved the cam down her body and focused on her exposed pussy. Mom’s Pussy was beautiful. It was a bit pale, cleanly shaven, with a little pube. When Mom realised that her pussy was being filmed, she opened her legs for the camera.

The outer lips of her pussy parted, exposing the deep pink and her cute clit. The sheen from her pussy fluids screamed the scent of sex in our noses. Varun took a step back to zoom out of the view. He saw Mom looking into the camera and opening her pussy with her hand.

She slowly moved her fingers and rubbed on her clit, then buried two fingers inside. I was now aroused watching my brother filming my Mom. She shamelessly masturbated in front of her children and eight strangers. I noticed Varun had a hard-on.

Who is to blame him? There is not a single soul that could reject a beauty like our Mom. I’m sure Varun has spilt gallons imagining nasty things he would do if he ever got a chance to fuck her. Varun’s jealousy that eight strangers will now fuck our Mom and he is not part of this was obvious.

I then asked Varun to step aside and invited the gentlemen to take over. Three of them, rubbing their cocks came forward and stood in a line. The first one got between Mom’s legs.

I assumed he was impatient and would directly fuck her. But he got on his knees and put his tongue between her labia, licking her from her ass hole to the clit.

Me: Wow! That’s a lovely lick.

Mom was moaning in lust. Her hands grabbed his head to push his mouth towards her pussy until she came all over his face. The man stood up and inserted his cock in one push, and started fucking her like a beast. Others had now begun flooding the area surrounding the bench where Mom lay.

They were now squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples. She fondled and sucked as many cocks as she could. There were moments when she was sucking and being mouth fucked by two cocks. Varun made sure to take close-ups of those scenes.

I wanted to direct what happened step by step. But Mom and the men were in complete sync. No direction was needed. They regularly traded places to fuck her pussy and mouth a few times and then switched. One of the guys whose dick was in Mom’s mouth released his cum.

This excited the guy who was fucking Mom. He immediately removed his dick from her pussy and rushed towards Mom’s mouth to release his cum on her face. But Mom took his dick in her already-filled mouth and sucked him dry. He released everything in her mouth, and she swallowed.

Mom then looked at Varun and spat out some cum hinting at him to get a close-up of the shot. She was swirling the cum around her tongue, with some just below her nostrils. I was in awe looking at Mum being so slutty. This is the epitome of a horny state.

This was too much for Varun. I saw him take deep breaths, controlling his instincts. Mom’s eyes were now closed, and another dick was in her mouth with her lips closed. A new cock was now fucking her pussy as she smiled and sucked on the new dick.

The men kept using her holes, and now and then, they sprayed their cum all over her body. Mom was now on her back for almost an hour, being fucked by over half a dozen men in the missionary position. Her body craved something different. As her daughter, I knew what she wanted.

Mom adjusted herself to lift her thighs with both her hands. She gave everyone a look at her beautiful, bubbly, round and firm ass. Her ass was one of her biggest and proudest assets. It was clear what Mom wanted. Her position was very inviting for an anal fuck.

She did not have to wait long. A muscular guy got behind her and aimed his cock towards her bum hole. His dick was at least 8 inches long. It was thicker than Varun’s, for sure. I kept staring at it as he adjusted it to put it in Mom’s ass. For a moment, I wanted that dick inside me.

He put his hands around Mom’s waist and tried to force himself. I noticed the discomfort on Mom’s face. I quickly stopped him and spat on his dick and then went close to my Mum’s asshole to lubricate it with my spit. I took a sniff of her beautiful ass while I did this.

I was starting to lose myself amidst this madness. The guy then slowly got inside her bum hole inch by inch and started to fuck her intensely. I could see Varun being overwhelmed. Too many things were happening altogether. He filmed Mom licking one man’s ass hole and sucking his balls.

He missed out on another man cumming inside Mom’s arsehole. I told Varun not to worry. There were two more cameras to focus on what he could record. Mom was now being fucked on the floor in doggy style while she was sucking the dicks of three men sitting on the bench.

Mom had become a master of this game. She wouldn’t let the men cum quickly. Every time the guy was about to blow, she switched over to another dick. I now started doing a fluffer’s job. I was directing a constant flow of hard dudes to replace the ones that had released their hot cum on Mom’s face.

It was time for my jealousy to kick in. Strangely, it annoyed me that the men never touched or gave me any importance. At times, I’d tell them to do things differently. They would ignore me. I ended up wiping the cum off Mom’s face, pussy and ass or bringing some water for anyone thirsty or tired.

Varun must have noted my annoyance. He walked towards me and said, “Your hard work is duly noted. It is because of you. Mom is being fucked back to back and cumming multiple times.” This made me happy. I kicked Varun. I asked him not to patronise me and to focus on his camera and the scene.

Mom had now changed position. She was now being double penetrated. There was a pure, lusty expression on her face. With one dick in her ass and another in her pussy while her left and right were surrounded by men fondling her body.

Mom had a dick in each hand. Her mouth was being deep-throated with another. Varun was struggling to film the scene with the crowd. I asked him to kneel between Mom’s legs and film it from below. The guy fucking Mom pulled out and went towards her face and started hitting his cum.

A splash fell on Mom’s eyes and the rest on her neck and breast. Varun was now looking at my Mom’s gaping pussy and instantly pulled his dick out. For a moment, he must have thought this was a perfect time and a golden opportunity to fuck our Mom.

To fulfil his darkest fantasy. She was still blinded by the cum in her eyes. She won’t even know that he fucked her. Varun then snapped out of it. He looked at me, wondering if I noticed him pulling his dick.

I sat behind Varun and said, “Right now, I love you so much. I’m proud of you for thinking about me when you could do it so easily. But you stopped just because you love me, right?”

Varun: Yes, sorry, it got a bit intense. I’d never do it with anyone, even Mom. I love you, Priya, but unless you approve, I won’t!

Me: As a reward for your loyalty, I’ll give you the reward you’ve been asking for.

Varun: Can I really sniff, lick, insert my tongue and fuck your ass tonight?

I smiled with a wink, wiggled my ass and walked away. We both got back to work. Mom was dripping with cum, her face, neck, boobs, stomach, pussy. I scooped as much as possible with my fingers and fed it to Mom. I wiped the rest of her body with a wet kitchen towel.

It was an intense session of 4 hours and 18 minutes. All the guys had cum at least twice. Mom was drenched with cum all over her. She knelt and invited those who wanted to go one last round on her face. 3 of them surrounded Mom and released their cum on her hair and face.

Mom: (with eyes blinded by cum) Thank you, Priya and Varun. Thank you, everyone.

Finally, they all left. It was just me, Varun and Mom.

To be continued.

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I am Vincent, a young man living in a lively apartment complex. One sunny evening, I decided to visit my close friend Venkat at his home. I knocked on the door, and to my surprise, it was his mother, Lakshmi Aunty, who answered.

“Vincent, come in, pa. Venkat and his father have gone out for some shopping. They will be back in a while,” she said with a warm smile.

“Oh, okay, Aunty. I will wait for them,” I said and stepped inside.

The house smelled of incense and fresh flowers. The soft sound of a veena being strummed caught my attention. Aunty led me to the living room, where the veena rested gracefully on a stand. She sat beside it and began playing, her fingers moving effortlessly over the strings.

“Do you like veena music, Vincent?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.

“Yes, Aunty, I love it. But I have never tried playing it,” I admitted, sitting on the sofa and watching her fingers glide over the instrument.

“You should try. It is a beautiful art,” she said, patting the space beside her.

“Really? But I do not know anything about it,” I said hesitantly.

“Do not worry, pa. I will teach you. Come here.”

I moved closer, and she handed me the veena. It felt heavy and sacred in my hands. She adjusted the instrument for me and guided my fingers to the strings.

“Now, press this fret and gently pluck the string with your right hand,” she instructed, leaning slightly closer.

Her warmth and patience made me feel comfortable. I tried following her instructions, but the sound I produced was far from melodious.

She laughed softly. “That is okay. It takes practice. Let me guide you.”

Her hands gently held mine as she corrected my posture and movements. “Relax your fingers, Vincent. Do not press too hard.”

“Like this, Aunty?” I asked, trying again.

“Yes, that is much better,” she said with an encouraging smile.

Time seemed to slow down as we sat together, her voice guiding me and her laughter breaking the silence whenever I made a mistake. I felt a strange connection forming between us, something unspoken yet undeniable.

“You are learning quickly, Vincent,” she said after a while, her tone soft.

“Only because I have such a good teacher,” I replied, looking into her eyes.

For a moment, there was silence. Our eyes met, and I noticed the slight blush on her cheeks.

“Vincent, you are a sweet boy,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“And you are a wonderful person, Aunty,” I said, unable to hide the affection in my voice.

She looked away briefly, her fingers absentmindedly strumming the veena. “You should keep practicing, Vincent. Music has a way of bringing people closer.”

She spoke in a hushed tone, as if she did not want anyone else to hear her. My heart pounded as I wondered what she meant by that. Was it simply a metaphor, or did she want me to be closer to her?

Aunty sat in front of me. Her saree pallu fell away while she taught me. She did not notice, or maybe did not care. Her breasts, round and firm, pressed against my side. My eyes wandered from the veena to her ample bosom, which moved with every breath she took.

“Vincent, are you paying attention?” she asked, her lips curved in a gentle smile.

“Oh, yes, Aunty. I am sorry. Please continue,” I stuttered.

I could see a slight spark of mischief in her eyes. “Okay, so now pluck the second string twice, and then the first string. The sound should flow nicely together. Like this…” she said, her voice calm and soothing.

I did my best to follow her instructions, but I kept glancing at her breasts.

“That is better. You are learning fast,” she said with a pleased smile.

“I have a great teacher, Aunty. You are patient and kind. I wish I could repay your kindness somehow.”

She let out a soft laugh, and I could feel her breath tickling my skin. “Vincent, you are sweet, but you do not have to repay anything. I am glad to teach you. Now try the next few chords.”

We sat close, our bodies touching slightly. She guided my hands over the veena, helping me to make the right sounds. Her saree pallu completely fell from her shoulder.

She looked stunning with her dark hair cascading over her smooth shoulders. My eyes wandered over her bare shoulder, lingering on the graceful curve of her neck. My heart pounded in my chest.

Her warm breath brushed against my neck, and I could feel my cock beginning to grow hard in my pants.

“Vincent, that was beautiful. You are a natural,” she whispered, leaning closer.

I tried to speak, but words failed me as my eyes fixed on her luscious lips. I wondered if they tasted as sweet as they looked.

She bit her lower lip, her gaze drifting from my eyes to my mouth. I could feel the heat radiating from her body as she pressed closer, her lips almost brushing mine.

She played the veena with me. She noticed my erected cock. “Vincent, your thing is like that?”

“Oh, I am sorry. I did not mean to-” I started, but she placed a finger on my lips, silencing me.

“It is okay. I like it. Your thing is beautiful. Will you show it to me?” she asked, her eyes dark with desire.

“Here?” I asked, unsure.

“Yes, right here,” she whispered, her voice husky.

“I… I have never shown it to anyone before,” I said, feeling nervous and excited.

“Vincent, show it to me. Let me play it,” she said, her voice filled with longing.

I slowly unzipped my pants, exposing my throbbing cock. Her eyes widened, and she let out a soft gasp.

“Vincent, what a beautiful thing! I am glad you showed it to me.”

She stroked my cock, gently at first. Then, as it hardened further, she began stroking it with more speed and pressure. The way she was looking at me made my heart flutter and my cock grow even harder.

I was afraid that Venkat would walk in and catch us, but Aunty said that we were going to be fine.

“Vincent, do not worry. Venkat is with his father and will not return until we are done,” she reassured me in her sweet voice.

Her fingers circled around the tip of my cock and started playing with my pre-cum. I moaned and tried not to make a noise as she pumped my shaft. Her grip tightened as she stroked faster, her fingers gliding over my wet skin. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the moment.

The pressure of her warm fingers and the smoothness of her hand made me go crazy with pleasure. She started moving her hands faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

She considered my cock like a veena. She stroked, moved her fingers over my shaft, played with my balls, and took me to a world of ecstasy. She looked beautiful, her eyes wide with excitement, and her lips curved into a gentle smile. I moaned softly and gripped the veena with my other hand. She moved closer, pressing her lips against mine. Our tongues met, and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. I was so close, but she suddenly pulled away and whispered, “Let me taste it.”

Her mouth was wet with anticipation as she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked it, her eyes closed. She moaned, and I knew that she was enjoying every minute. She started to suck me harder and faster, taking my full length in her mouth. Her lips felt incredible on my cock, and I could not hold back any longer.

She kept sucking me, and my moans grew louder. The pressure grew more intense, and I knew I was about to cum. She did not stop sucking. My body shuddered as the wave of pleasure hit me. My cum filled her mouth. She looked at me with satisfaction as she swallowed all of my cum.

We cleaned ourselves up and resumed the veena lessons, but the passion between us had intensified.

I pulled Aunty and laid her on my lap like a veena. Aunty was sexy in her saree. I opened her saree pallu and saw her blouse and bra.

She asked me to take them off one by one. I obeyed and took off her blouse and bra. Aunty had firm breasts like ripe mangoes. Her brown nipples were hard, begging for my mouth to taste them.

Her saree pallu and a thin layer of cloth were covering her. I gently removed her pallu and moved it out of the way. My fingers ran along the contours of her smooth, silky skin as she lay on my lap, completely exposed. She moaned softly as my fingers glided over her breasts. Her nipples were hard and begging to be touched. I circled them with my fingertips, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips.

I traced her skin down to her flat belly, feeling every inch of her. Her body was soft and warm, and I could feel her desire building inside her. My fingers continued to explore, and they reached her waist.

Her hips moved involuntarily as my fingers glided over the waistband of her panties. She arched her back and moaned as I stroked her. Her moans grew louder, and she gripped the sofa. I knew she wanted me to continue, but I wanted to tease her a little longer.

Her panties were wet with her juices. I slid my fingers along her wet slit and heard her gasp with pleasure. Her hips moved rhythmically as I slid my fingers over her swollen clit. I watched as her body writhed in pleasure, her breasts swaying back and forth with each movement.

She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out loud as my fingers circled her wet, swollen clit. She grabbed my shoulder, digging her nails into my skin. I moved my fingers faster and watched as her body shook with pleasure. She cried out loud as she came, her juices flowing freely down her thighs. Her body shook as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. She clung to me as she came down from her high.

She was breathing heavily as she lay in my lap. I pulled her in close and held her tightly, her heart pounding against my chest. We sat there in silence for a while, our bodies pressed together.

“That was incredible. I never knew sex could be that good. You handle my body like a veena,” she whispered breathlessly.

I chuckled at her comment. “I am glad you enjoyed it, Aunty. You were amazing. You really know how to play the veena.”

She laughed softly.

“Aunty, may I fuck you?” I asked her.

“Yes, please. I want you to fuck me now. I have never been fucked by a man other than my husband,” she said, her voice shaking.

She spread her legs wide and gave me a full view of her dripping wet pussy. It looked so inviting that my cock stiffened.

I positioned my throbbing cock against her entrance, teasing her a little more before I entered her. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and my cock pulsed with desire.

She moaned as I entered her slowly. The feeling of her warm, wet walls around my cock was exquisite. She gasped and grabbed my back as I buried my cock deep inside her. I pulled back and pushed back, slowly fucking her. I moaned and thrust harder. I was in ecstasy as her pussy walls clenched around my cock.

My balls slapped against her ass with each thrust as she bucked and writhed underneath me. She screamed as I thrust deep and hard inside her, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body.

Her eyes rolled back as the orgasm tore through her. Her screams grew louder and more intense with each thrust. I knew I was close too. The pleasure was almost too much for me. She tightened around me, her pussy clamping down on my cock as I thrust into her. Her body shook with each thrust.

“Aunty, I am close. I cannot hold on anymore. I am going to cum inside you,” I grunted, thrusting deeper and harder.

“Do it, Vincent. Fill me up with your cum!” she gasped, her voice thick with lust.

Her pussy spasmed and convulsed around me as I came deep inside her, filling her with my seed. Her body quivered with ecstasy as my cum shot inside her, filling her womb with my sticky fluid.

She collapsed onto me, her breasts pressing against my chest as we lay there, gasping for air.

After we calmed down, she smiled at me, “Vincent, I had a lot of fun with you.”

She pulled my hair, kissed my forehead, and walked away to get dressed.

After I got dressed, I left the house and went home.

The house was eerily quiet after Lisha’s mother left for her in-laws’ place. Lisha sat on her bed, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. Her mind was racing with conflicting emotions. She couldn’t shake the memory of that night—the way her father had held her, the way his breath had felt against her neck.

She had tried to ignore his texts from the fake account, but the truth was, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every night, her fantasies grew bolder, her touch more desperate. She would lie in bed, her fingers tracing the wetness between her thighs, imagining his hands on her body, his lips on hers.

She would whisper his name into the darkness, moaning softly as she came undone. When her father texted her about dinner, her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t know what to expect. But she couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her at the thought of being alone with him.

She spent hours getting ready, choosing a dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her makeup was subtle but seductive. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she wondered if he would notice, if he would feel the same pull she did.

When Jayaram came home, he looked her up and down, his intense gaze lingering on her just a moment too long. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and smooth. Lisha felt a shiver run down her spine, but she forced herself to smile and act normal.

She didn’t want him to know how much his words affected her. The drive to the restaurant was filled with small talk. But the tension between them was palpable. Lisha could feel her father’s eyes on her every time he glanced away from the road.

She couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. Did he feel it, too? The forbidden attraction that had been simmering between them?

At the restaurant, they sat across from each other, the candlelight casting a warm glow on their faces. Jayaram ordered wine. As they sipped it, the conversation grew more relaxed, more intimate. He asked her about school and her dreams.

Lisha opened up to him in a way she never had before. Something about the way he listened, the way his eyes never left hers, made her feel seen and understood.

“You’ve grown up so much,” Jayaram said, his voice soft. “I’m proud of you, Lisha.”

Lisha felt a lump form in her throat, and her heart swelled with emotion. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She wanted to tell him everything—how she felt about him, how she had been fantasizing about him—but the words wouldn’t come.

After dinner, Jayaram suggested they take a walk. The night air was cool against Lisha’s skin. The streets were quiet, and the city bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. As they walked, Jayaram’s hand brushed against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

She glanced up at him. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw how he looked at her. His eyes were dark, filled with something she couldn’t quite name.

“Lisha,” he said, his voice low and serious. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Her heart raced, her mind spinning with possibilities. “What is it, Daddy?”

He stopped walking, turning to face her. “I’ve been thinking about us. About what happened the other night. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Lisha’s breath hitched, her chest tightening with fear and excitement. She didn’t know what to say or how to respond. She had been thinking about it more than she cared to admit. But hearing the raw desire in his voice and hearing him say it made it all feel so much more real.

“I know it’s wrong,” Jayaram continued, his voice trembling. “But I can’t help how I feel. You’re so beautiful, Lisha. So intoxicating. I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”

Her mind was spinning, her body aching with need. She wanted him, too, more than anything. But the fear, the guilt, held her back. “Daddy,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “What are you saying?”

He reached up, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips. “I’m saying, I want you, Lisha. All of you. I want to make you mine.”

She felt her knees go weak, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew she should stop him from pulling away, but she couldn’t. She wanted this, wanted him. She leaned into his touch, her lips parting as she whispered, “Daddy,”

His eyes darkened, his grip tightening. “Do you want me, Lisha? Tell me. I need to hear you say it.”

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Then, with a shaky breath, she nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I want you too.”

A low growl escaped his throat as he pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers. The kiss was deep, passionate, filled with all the pent-up desire they had held back. Lisha moaned into his mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair as she kissed him back with everything she had.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily. Their bodies pressed tightly together. Jayaram looked down at her, his eyes burning with hunger. “Let’s go home,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. Lisha nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.

She didn’t know what would happen when they got home, but she didn’t care. She wanted him, wanted this, more than anything. As they walked back to the car, hand in hand, she felt a sense of excitement, of anticipation, for what was to come.

The drive home was charged with an electric tension. The silence between them is heavy with unspoken words and desires. Jayaram’s hand rested on Lisha’s thigh. His fingers traced small, teasing circles that sent shivers up her spine. She bit her lip.

Her heart raced as she tried to keep her composure. But every touch and glance made it harder to resist him. When they finally arrived home, the door barely closed behind them before Jayaram turned to her, his eyes dark with need. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

Lisha’s breath caught in her throat as she hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. But the look in his eyes left no room for argument. She slowly began to undress, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of her skirt.

When she was down to her bra and panties, Jayaram stepped closer. His gaze raked over her body with an intensity that made her feel both exposed and desired. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the lace of her bra, and she shivered at the contact.

“Sit on my lap,” he said quietly, his voice a mix of authority and tenderness. Lisha obeyed, her heart pounding as she settled onto his lap, her legs straddling him. She could feel the heat of his body beneath her. The hardness of his arousal pressed against her through his pants.

Her breath hitched as he placed his hands on her hips, his touch firm but gentle, and she looked into his eyes, searching for some reassurance.

“I wanted to tell you something,” Jayaram began, his voice soft but filled with a weight that quickened her pulse. Lisha’s heart beat faster, her body tensing as she waited for him to continue. “What is it, Dad?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck as he spoke. “I’m not what you think,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “Your mom was a virgin when I married her, and until today, she was the only one in my life.”

Lisha’s eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing to process his words. “But, I’m not like this before marriage,” he continued, his voice taking on a confessional tone. “I had sex with some 20 females. It includes women as young as 19 to as old as 47. Married ones, my boss’s wife, even my cousins.”

Lisha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. But deep down, she knew it was true. Her father had always been charming and magnetic. Now, she understood why. She felt a strange mix of shock, admiration, and deepening arousal as he spoke.

His words painted a picture of a man who had lived a life filled with passion and desire. Jayaram pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. “I guess now you know why you’re so horny always,” he said with a small smirk. “You got my genes.”

Lisha’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t deny the truth in his words. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of submission and need. His smirk deepened, and he slid his hand down her body. His fingers brushed against the edge of her panties.

She gasped softly as he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her. He began to finger her. Their conversation turned into a series of erotic exchanges, each word fueling their mutual desire.

Jayaram’s fingers moved with skill, teasing and pleasuring her as he whispered into her ear. “You’re so wet for me, Lisha,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “I can feel how much you want this.”

Lisha moaned softly, her hips rocking against his hand as she tried to increase the pleasure. “Yes, Daddy, I want you so much,” she breathed. Her voice filled with need. Jayaram chuckled darkly, his fingers curling inside her in a way that made her cry out.

“But let’s not hurry,” he said, his tone both teasing and serious. “You’re just 19 years old. We’ll take it slow until you turn 21. Let’s not have sex, not yet.”

Lisha’s eyes widened in surprise, her body aching with the need for more. “But Daddy, I want you,” she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. Jayaram shook his head, his fingers still moving inside her.

“I know you do, baby girl,” he said softly. “But we need to take this slow. I want to savour every moment with you.”

As his fingers continued to tease her, Lisha felt herself on the edge of climax. Her body was trembling with the intensity of her arousal. “Daddy, I’m so close,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Jayaram smiled, his fingers finding the perfect rhythm to push her over the edge.

“Let go, Lisha, cum for me,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. And with that, Lisha’s body shuddered with pleasure, her climax washing over her in waves as she moaned his name. Jayaram held her close, his fingers still inside her. She rode out the waves of pleasure, her body writhing against his.

When she finally came down from her high, she collapsed against him. Her breathing was ragged, and her body was still trembling with aftershocks. Jayaram gently withdrew his fingers, pulling her closer as he kissed her forehead.

“You’re mine, Lisha,” he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive tenderness. “I’ll take care of you, but we’ll take this slow together.” Lisha nodded. Her body still tingled with pleasure as she rested against him. Her heart filled with a strange mix of emotions.

She knew this was wrong. But she couldn’t deny the deep connection she felt with him. The way he made her feel desired, cherished, and complete. And as they sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, she couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for them. How far they would go to explore this forbidden love.

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Sumaya sat on the couch, her daughter Ritu’s head resting gently in her lap. The soft hum of the TV filled the room, but Sumaya barely paid attention to it. She focused on Ritu, who had been under the weather all evening. “Poor thing,” Sumaya murmured, stroking her daughter’s hair.

Ritu’s breathing had slowed into the deep, even rhythm of sleep, and her body completely relaxed. Sumaya’s eyes drifted to the coffee table where Ritu’s phone lay face up. She hesitated, but curiosity tugged at her. Just a glance, she thought. I’ll make sure there’s nothing urgent.

She reached for the phone, careful not to disturb Ritu. The screen lit up as she unlocked it. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the notification at the top of the screen.

Ivan: Can’t stop thinking about last night.

Sumaya’s breath hitched. Ivan. She knew him. He was Ritu’s boyfriend, who greeted her with a shy smile and polite conversation. But the words on the screen were anything but shy. She tapped the message thread. Her stomach twisted in a mix of guilt and something else she couldn’t quite name.

The messages filled the screen, each one more explicit than the last. Ivan’s words were bold, raw, dripping with desire. And Ritu’s responses… god, they were just as bold. Sumaya’s cheeks burned as she read through them, her pulse quickening.

“I can still feel you inside me,” Ritu had written. “I want you again. Right now.”

Sumaya blinked, her mind racing. She shouldn’t be reading this. This was private. Intimate. But she couldn’t stop. Her fingers scrolled through the messages, her breath growing shallow. Ivan’s words painted a vivid picture of their encounter.

The way he’d touched her, the sounds she’d made, the way she’d begged for more. Sumaya’s body reacted before her mind could catch up. A warmth spread through her, pooling low in her belly. She’d never seen this side of her daughter before. Never imagined it.

And Ivan was so confident and commanding. The combination was intoxicating. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. I shouldn’t, she told herself. But then her thumb moved on its own, typing out a single word.

‘Hi.’

The response came almost instantly.

Ivan: Hey, babe. Can’t sleep?

Sumaya’s heart pounded. He thinks it’s Ritu. She bit her lip, her mind racing. This was wrong. So wrong. But the heat spreading through her body was impossible to ignore. She typed again, her fingers trembling.

Ivan: I miss you. Wish you were here.

Sumaya hesitated, then typed back.

Sumaya: Me too. I’ve been thinking about last night.

Ivan’s reply came quickly, his words dripping with anticipation.

Ivan: Tell me what you’re thinking about.

Sumaya’s breath hitched. She glanced down at Ritu, still fast asleep in her lap. Just a little longer, she thought. I just want to see where this goes. Her fingers moved across the screen, typing out a response.

Sumaya: I’m thinking about your hands on me. The way you touched me.

Ivan’s reply was immediate, his words more intense now.

Ivan: I’m thinking about how wet you were for me, how you moaned when I slipped inside you.

Sumaya’s body reacted instantly, a jolt of arousal shooting through her. She squeezed her thighs together, her mind spinning. This was dangerous. I should stop. But her fingers were already typing again.

Sumaya: I loved it. I loved how you took control.

Ivan’s next message made her shiver.

Ivan: I want to do it again. Right now. Tell me what you want me to do to you.

Sumaya’s heart raced. This was escalating too quickly. She should stop. She had to stop. But her body was on fire, every nerve alive with anticipation. She typed quickly, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Sumaya: I want you to kiss me. Everywhere. I want to feel your lips on my skin.

Ivan’s response was immediate, his words a command.

Ivan: I’d start with your neck. I’d kiss my way down slowly. Teasing you. Making you beg.

Sumaya’s fingers trembled as she typed.

Sumaya: Yes. Please. I’d beg for you.

Ivan’s next message was a question, but it felt like a demand.

Ivan: Would you let me taste you?

Sumaya’s cheeks burned, her body throbbing with need. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. This is wrong. So wrong. But her fingers moved anyway.

Sumaya: Yes. I want you to. I want to feel your tongue on me.

Ivan’s response was a single word, but it shivered down her spine.

‘Good.’

Sumaya’s breath hitched. I can’t keep doing this. But then Ivan sent another message, his words sending her over the edge.

Ivan: I’d make you scream for me. I’d make you come so hard you wouldn’t be able to think straight.

Sumaya’s body reacted instantly, a wave of heat crashing over her. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady her breathing. I have to stop. But her fingers were already moving again, typing out a response.

Sumaya: I want that. I want you to make me scream.

Ivan’s reply was immediate, his words bold and unapologetic.

Ivan: Then come over. I’ll give you everything you want.

Sumaya froze, her heart pounding. Come over? She glanced down at Ritu, still asleep in her lap. He thinks it’s her. Her mind raced, torn between guilt and desire. She typed quickly, her fingers trembling.

Sumaya: I can’t. I’m not alone.

Ivan’s response was a single word, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her.

‘Why not?’

Sumaya’s breath hitched. What if I did? The thought sent a thrill through her—dangerous, forbidden, undeniable. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her mind spinning. I shouldn’t. I can’t. But then she typed…

Sumaya: What if I came over right now?

Ivan’s reply was immediate, his words thick with anticipation.

Ivan: I’d be waiting for you at the door.

Sumaya’s heart pounded as she typed out the message. Her fingers were trembling with a mix of guilt and anticipation. ‘Get in. Go to Ritu’s room. Turn off the lights and wait for 5 minutes. I’ll be there.’ She hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over the send button.

This is insane. This is wrong. But the throbbing between her legs drowned out the voice of reason. She hit send.

The reply came almost instantly. ‘Can’t wait.’

Sumaya glanced down at her daughter, still peacefully asleep on the couch. Her chest rose and fell softly. She gently lifted Ritu’s head and slid a cushion beneath it, careful not to wake her. She grabbed a blanket and draped it over her daughter.

Her fingers lingered for a moment as she brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Sleep well, sweetheart,” she whispered, though the words felt hollow.

She quietly slipped out of the living room, locking the door behind her. The house was silent, save for the faint creak of the floorboards beneath her feet. Her mind raced as she went to Ritu’s room, her pulse quickening with every step.

‘What are you doing? You’re her mother. This is her boyfriend.’ But the thought of Ivan waiting for her, hard and ready, was too intoxicating to resist.

Sumaya pushed open the door to Ritu’s room. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She could just make out Ivan’s silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her. Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her.

She could feel the heat radiating from him, and the scent of his cologne filled the room, making her head spin. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. Sumaya moved silently, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch him.

Ivan stiffened at first. But then he relaxed, his breath hitching as her fingers trailed down his chest. She knelt before him, her heart pounding in her ears, and fumbled with the waistband of his jeans.

Ivan’s voice was a low whisper in the dark. “Ritu?”

Sumaya froze, her hands stilling. He knows. He has to know. But Ivan didn’t push her away. Instead, he let out a shaky breath, his hips jerking slightly as she tugged his jeans down. She could feel the heat of him through his boxers. Her mouth watered at the thought of what was hidden beneath them.

Sumaya didn’t waste any more time. She pulled down his boxers, her breath catching as his erection sprang free. She could just make out his shape in the dim light, and her body ached with need. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip, and she tasted him for the first time.

Ivan groaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him into her mouth. She could feel him pulsing against her tongue, and she moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. She worked him slowly at first, savouring his taste.

But soon, she was bobbing her head faster, her lips tightening around him as she sucked him deeper. Ivan’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as she pleasured him, his hips bucking slightly as he fought to hold back. “Ritu…” he moaned again, his voice thick with desire.

Sumaya felt a pang of guilt at the sound of her daughter’s name. But it only made her work harder. She took him as deep as she could, her nose brushing against the base of him, and she swallowed around him, feeling him twitch in her mouth. She could tell he was close. She wanted to make him come undone.

But then, Ivan’s hands tightened in her hair, and he pulled her off of him. Sumaya looked up, her lips swollen and wet. She could make out the outline of his face in the darkness. His breathing was heavy, and she could feel the tension in his body as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Auntie?” His voice was husky, filled with a mix of shock and arousal. “Is that you?”

Sumaya’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt a flush of heat spread through her body. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. Ivan knew. And yet, he didn’t stop her. Instead, he guided her back to his lap, his hands roaming over her body as he pulled her onto him.

Sumaya let out a soft moan as she felt his hardness pressing against her beneath her skirt. She could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of her panties. She ground against him, desperate for more. Ivan’s hands slid up her thighs, his fingers brushing against the lace of her panties.

She let out a breathy gasp as he tugged them to the side.

“Can I turn on the lights, Auntie?” Ivan’s voice was low, filled with a hunger that made Sumaya’s body ache. “I want to see your beauty and fuck you.”

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Mom was exhausted, but we could see the content, happy face behind that mess.

Mom: I love you both, thank you!

Me: We love you too, Mom.

I hugged her

Mom: I can eat a full cow. I’m so hungry

Varun: Me too, let’s order something.

Me: Chinese?

Varun: No, Mom already had Chinese, I think two of them.

Me: Poor taste, bro, that’s racist. They are Indian, too.

Varun: My bad, sorry

Mom: Let’s order some Burgers then.

Me: Sausages too?

Mom: No, I think I had too much meat for today. I’m going to take a bath. Order anything veg for me. Both of you can order what you like. You can use my card.

As Mom left, I looked at Varun and said, “Mom looks super happy, doesn’t she?”

Varun: Yup, No doubt about it

Me: Just so you know, I’m still yours to fuck, and I don’t have to brush my teeth.

Varun: Why? Not enough romance in the gangbang you saw? Haha

Me: Don’t be an ass. Take Mom’s card and order the food while I clean the mess.

I started to mop the floor and moved the light furniture. I left the heavy lifting for Varun. My hands were a bit sticky, and I felt like I should shower too.

Me: Do you want to join me?

Without responding,  Varun rushed to my room and stood naked in the bath.

Me: My panties are all sweaty and wet. I could use a good fuck right now.

As I was removing my panties, Varun asked me to throw them at him. He inhaled them deeply, and I pulled them away, saying, “You can smell the real thing all night.”

Varun then started to press his hard dick on my ass while he squeezed my breasts. The shower was on, and I sucked his dick. Varun was about to cum when I pulled my mouth away and asked, “Do you want to fuck my ass now, or do you want to save it for later tonight?”

Me: I’ll make it worth if you can wait

Varun: I’ll wait. I have high expectations for tonight.

Me: Don’t worry, you won’t be disappointed

We played around a bit while we showered and came out. I needed more time to dry my hair. Varun went to the living room to move the furniture back in its place. Moments later, I joined Vaun in the living room. This time, I had my baby doll lingerie with red panties.

I could see in his eyes that he wanted me so badly that he shivered from excitement. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Varun received the food. It smelled delicious. All that excitement with Mom and the boys had silenced my hunger, which popped out with a vengeance.

Mom yelled from her room, enquiring if the food had arrived.

Me: Dinner is ready, maa, you can come down.

The food was arranged on the table. Varun sat next to me, and then Mom walked into the room with her hair still wet from the shower. Like me, she was wearing light, but she had no panties. Varun and I were caught by Mom staring at her well fucked pussy.

Mom: Ahem! I could not find my panties. I think one of those gentlemen took it with them. My pussy is quite sore. I hope you both don’t mind me like this. I could use some fresh air down there.

Varun: No, Not at all maa.

Me: well, compared to all the things we saw you do today, I think a little nudity is hardly of any significance, right Varun?

Varun: Ahem! Yes, yes.

Me: I like this attitude of yours. I think I can get used to this

Mom: Which one is veg?

Me: (Pushing a box with a green dot) This one, maa

For the next 10 minutes, no words were uttered. We had our heads down and ate like starved beasts and guzzled all the wine.

Mom: Rubbing her stomach, Uff! I’m done.

Mom stretched her arms and yawned. Her legs parted, and her pussy was exposed to us. Her labia were swollen from the hours of fucking, and she was almost wet. We could see the glossy, rich nectar. Varun was staring at Mom, imagining god knows what.

His erection was obvious in the shorts. I slapped his dick softly to bring him back. Mom smiled at Varun and winked, slowly licking her lips. She then spread her legs so we could have a good view. I chuckled softly. I knew what was going on here.

Varun wanted to fuck Mom desperately. In fact, he almost slid his dick during the gang bang. Looking at Mom’s actions, she seemed to be horny enough to be fucked by her son.

Mom: So, how many guys were there? In all that chaos, I couldn’t count.

Varun: Eight

Me: Yup, you were fucked by eight men tonight, Mom.

Mom: You know there is one thing that could make this day complete for me.

She said this without completing the sentence and then slid her fingers inside her pussy.

Varun: It’s still your birthday. Tell us, Ma.

Mom: It would have been great if I was fucked by 10. Eight, kind of seems incomplete

Mom was shamelessly masturbating in front of us. Her pussy was making funny wet noise. Varun had his dick out and was gently rubbing it, watching Mom.

Varun: What do you mean, Mom?

Mom: I’m asking both of you to fuck me.

Varun: You would do lesbian stuff with Priya, too?

Mom: Well, why not? Will you join us, Priya?

Varun: I’d be glad to fuck you, Mom, but I need my girlfriend’s permission

Mom: Girlfriend?

Varun: Yes! I’m sure you already know, but Priya and I are a thing.

Mom: Ok, Ms. Girlfriend, Would you mind lending your man?

I got out of my chair, walked up to Varun, wrapped my hands around his neck, and said, “Permission granted.”

Me: Fuck Mom so hard that she forgets all those studs. Remind her that you are the man of the house.

Mom: Come here, son, make me scream in pleasure tonight

I pulled Varun’s shorts down and grabbed his cock. I licked its head an crystal clear bead of pre cum came out from the tiny hole. I licked and then popped his entire boner in my mouth. A few minutes had passed, and Varun was struggling to hold himself.

I removed his dick and said, “It’s ok, brother cum in my mouth. You can watch Mommy and release all your cum, don’t worry, Mommy and I will get you hard again.”

Mom was now rubbing her pussy vigorously, watching her daughter give her son a blowjob. The same son who would put his huge dick in her pussy. The thought of what was playing in Mom’s and Varun’s heads got me excited. I started to suck hard and squeezed his balls.

Seconds later, my mouth was full of Varun’s cream, and I swallowed every last drop. Varun sat on the chair, disappointed that he lost his boner before fucking Mom. I reminded him that I promised to get him hard again. I went towards Mom and buried my face in between her legs.

Mom: Ah! Priya, you suck pussy so well!

Mom: Ah! I wish Varun sucked my tits while you ate me.

Varun’s dick was back with those magically inviting words. He joined and started sucking Mom’s tits while I ate her.

I lifted my head and said, “I think your Son is ready for you now, Mom.”

Mom: Ah! Please, I can’t wait a second longer.

Mom was now on the couch. I held Varun’s hand and led him there. I made Mom slide down a bit in a way her ass was on edge. She was leaning back, and her legs were spread. Her pussy was now ready to take the last dick. As soon as he entered Mom’s pussy she started to thrust her hips up at him.

She pulled him deeper into her wet hot pussy. Varun stayed like this without moving an inch because he wanted to feel every second of the warm sensation by staring into her eyes. In a couple of minutes, Varun started to move. Mom was groaning in pleasure being fucked by her son.

The sight was beautiful, seeing my brother/boyfriend fuck our mom. This went on for a while until Mom announced that she was about to cum, Varun lifted her legs and started to speed fuck her pussy, and Varun’s thrusts were making squishy noises.

Mom’s voice started to change. I saw her climax multiple times, but this was different. This was hard. She wrapped her limbs around Varun, and both their bodies started to convulse. I don’t know when this happened. I suddenly realised that my fingers were buried in my pussy.

I was rubbing it without realising. Finally, Mom released her juices and sighed loudly. She released her grip on Varun and was talking jibberish in her exhaustion.

Varun: I’m not done yet, Maa.

Mom: Give me a minute. Let me catch my breath. Let’s go to my room and do it in bed. It will be more comfortable.

Varun: Quickly, Maa, I don’t think I can hold it any longer.

Mom held Varun’s hand and led him to her room as I closely followed.

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I am Raj, a regular guy with a not-so-regular crush. Arpita, my mother-in-law, is the boss of hotness. Big boobs, round butt, she’s got it all. I’d love to tell her but, you know, societal norms and all that jazz. So, I played it cool and pretended to be all about my chores while my eyes were glued to her jiggly bits when she bent over to pick something up. It’s like a dance of temptation in the house every day. But I’m married, and my wife doesn’t need to know I’ve got a thing for her mom, right?

One day, I felt extra pent-up, so I decided to take matters into my own hands – literally. I hopped onto a real Indian sex chat website, you know, the internet place where you talk to hot ladies. I was scrolling through all these pictures, and my eyes popped out when I saw a girl named Swatii. She had that same look as Arpita, the same big boobs and everything. It was like a gift from the universe. So, I created an account, whipped out my UPI app, purchased some credits and started chatting with her.

She had this accent that was like honey for my ears, and her voice was so sweet, I was already getting hard.

The video call started, and there she was, live and in the flesh. Swatii’s 38D’s were popping out of her bra, begging to be played with. She had these big brown nipples that looked like they’d fit right into my mouth. I couldn’t help but imagine sucking on them while my hands roamed her big round ass. She winked and said, “Hello, handsome,” and I knew this was going to be the best decision I’d made in a while.

Swatii started to play with her tits, rolling her nipples between her fingers and making them even harder. It was like she was reading my mind. I was in my room, my pants around my ankles, and my dick in my hand, stroking away. She noticed my hard-on and said, “Looks like someone’s enjoying the show.” She smiled wickedly, and I swear, she had the same smile as Arpita, the one that made me want to drop everything and go to her.

“Tell me, Raj,” she purred, “What do you like about your mother-in-law?” I blurted out, “Her big boobs, her round ass, everything.” Swatii giggled, and I realized that maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but it was too late. She took it in stride and stood up, turning around to give me a full view of her assets. She was wearing a thong, and her ass cheeks were tight, just like I imagined Arpita’s would be. “I can see why,” she said, “But what about my ass? Is it as good as hers?”

I was speechless, just nodding, my eyes glued to the screen. Swatii wiggled her ass, making her cheeks clap together like a pair of cymbals. “You like that?” she asked, and I managed to murmur a “Yes.” She pulled her thong to the side, revealing a tight, pink asshole. It was perfect, just like I thought Arpita’s would be. “Would you like to see more?” she asked, and I nodded vigorously. She turned around and sat down, her pussy now in full view. It was shaved and wet, and she spread it open with her fingers. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” she said, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.

Swatii started to rub her clit in slow circles, and her breathing got heavier. “Tell me what you’d do to Arpita,” she whispered, and I felt my cock throb. “I’d kiss her,” I said, “all over her body, and then I’d suck on her big boobs, and then I’d kiss to her stomach, and then to her…” I trailed off, but she filled in the blank. “My pussy,” she said, “Would you lick it, baby?”

“Yes,” I said, almost too loudly. “I’d lick it slow, and then fast, and then I’d put my fingers inside you, inside her.” She spread her legs wider, and I could see how wet she was. She had this perfect little pussy, and I couldn’t believe I was saying this to someone who looked so much like Arpita.

Swatii slid one finger inside herself, and then two, moving them in and out in a way that made me want to drop my phone and just teleport to her. She was watching me, her eyes half-closed, and I could see her chest rising and falling as she got more and more into it. “That’s what I’d do,” she said, her voice a little breathless, “But what about your cock?”

“I’d… I’d want to put it inside her,” I admitted, my hand moving faster on my dick. “Would you let me?” I asked, not even sure if I was asking Swatii or if I’d slipped into a fantasy with Arpita.

“Mmhmm,” she said, her eyes on my screen as she watched my hand glide up and down my shaft. “How would you do it?” Her voice was so soft.

I told her, “I’d push it in slow, and then fast, making sure she’s ready for me.”

“Mm, that’s right,” Swatii said, her eyes glazed over with desire. “And what about her tits?”

“I’d play with them,” I replied, feeling like I was in a trance. “Squeeze them gently, maybe pinch her nipples while I’m fucking her.”

Swatii nodded, her hand moving faster between her legs. “And her ass?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

“Her ass,” I said, my voice strained, “I’d grab it, squeeze it while I’m fucking her.” I was getting closer, and I could feel my balls tightening up.

“Mm,” Swatii murmured, her eyes locked on my screen. “And would you come inside her?”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my hand a blur on my cock. “I’d fill her up, make her scream my name.”

Swatii’s eyes widened, and she said, “Then come for me, baby. I want to see it.” And just like that, I was lost in the moment. I stroked faster and faster, my eyes on her glistening pussy as she worked herself up. Her tits were bouncing with every stroke, and I imagined they were Arpita’s, her hands were mine, her moans were coming from the other side of the screen.

“Fuck,” I said, as I felt my orgasm approaching. “I’m going to come.”

Swatii’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Do it,” she whispered, her own hand moving faster. “I want to feel you come for me.”

I was so close, I could almost taste it. I told her, “Her ass is so tight, it’s like a fist around my cock.”

Swatii’s eyes widened, and she said, “Oh, I can feel it, baby. Keep going, keep telling me.”

Her encouragement sent me over the edge. I squeezed my cock harder, my eyes on her glistening pussy as she worked herself up. Her tits were bouncing with every stroke, and I imagined they were Arpita’s, her hands were mine, her moans were coming from the other side of the screen.

The orgasm hit me like a truck, and I shot ropes of cum all over my stomach and chest. It was messy, but oh, so satisfying. Swatii’s hand was still moving between her legs, and I could see her pussy gripping and releasing with her own climax. “Fuck,” she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and amazement. “You’re so good at this.”

I was panting, trying to catch my breath. “You too,” I said, my voice still thick with lust. She smiled, showing off her perfect teeth, and said, “You really love your mother-in-law, don’t you?”

“It’s just a fantasy,” I replied, wiping the cum off my chest with a shaky hand. “But you make it feel so real.”

Swatii giggled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “That’s what I’m here for, darling,” she said, her eyes sparkling. She stood up, giving me a full view of her naked body. Her tits were massive, and her nipples were still rock-hard from the show she’d been putting on for me. “Do you want to see more?”

“I do, but I’m a bit fatigued from all this cum oozing out of me. Maybe another time,” I suggested, trying to sound casual despite the sticky mess on my belly.

Swatii laughed, her eyes with amusement. “You’re adorable when you’re shy,” she teased, “But I totally get it. We’ll save some fun for later.” She stood up and walked over to her bed, her big tits jiggling as she moved. She had that kind of confidence that made you feel like you were the one that was naked, not her. She grabbed a towel and wiped herself down, giving me a little show as she did. Her skin was like caramel, and her curves were like they were sculpted by the gods.

“Thanks for an amazing time,” I managed to say, still trying to catch my breath. Swatii, with her stunning 38D tits and that perfect round ass, gave me a wink that set my blood racing again. “It’s my pleasure,” she purred.

And with that, I exited out of the chat and headed straight to the washroom to clean up. The whole experience had left me feeling like a teenager who’d just discovered masturbation. My heart was racing, and my body was tingling with a mix of satisfaction and guilt. I couldn’t wait to get back to Swatii and her magical fingers. But first, I had to clean up the mess I’d made.

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The next morning, Lisha woke up with her body still humming from the night before. The memory of Jayaram’s fingers inside her, the way he had whispered her name. The possessive tenderness in his voice lingered in her mind like a forbidden dream.

She lay in bed for a moment, her heart racing as she thought about him. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom down the hall. The sound of the water hitting the tiles was a constant, rhythmic beat that seemed to echo the pounding of her heart.

She couldn’t resist. She slipped out of bed, her body moving on its own, drawn by an irresistible pull. She crept down the hallway, her bare feet silent on the cool tiles. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of steam drifted out into the hall.

She peered inside, her breath catching in her throat. Jayaram stood under the shower, the water cascading down his muscular frame. His broad shoulders were tense. His head tilted back as the water ran through his dark hair. His hands moved over his body.

Lisha felt a heated pool low in her belly as she watched him. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Her hand moved to her own body, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She touched herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she imagined his hands on her instead of her own.

She was so lost in her fantasy, in the way her body responded to the sight of him. She didn’t notice when the water stopped. “Lisha,” Jayaram’s voice cut through the haze of her arousal, deep and commanding. She froze, her heart pounding as she realized she had been caught.

He stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his body still glistening with water. “Come here,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. She stepped into the bathroom, her legs trembling under her. The air was thick with steam.

She could feel the heat of his gaze on her as she approached. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. “You’re always so eager, aren’t you?” he murmured his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Lisha nodded, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. “I can’t help it, Daddy,” she whispered. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

Jayaram’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “I know, doll,” he said, his voice filled with affection and desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her body leaning into his, craving more of his touch.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her in a way that left her breathless. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together.

She could feel the hardness of his arousal against her, and it only fueled her desire. But when his hand started to move lower, he stopped, pulling back with a groan.

“Lisha,” he said, his voice strained. “I told you, no sex with Daddy until you turn 21.”

She pouted, her body still trembling with need. “But Daddy, I just need you,” she said, her voice filled with desperation. “I’ll wait, but I don’t want anyone else.”

Jayaram’s eyes softened, and he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I love you, doll,” he said, his voice filled with a tenderness that made her heartache. “Tell me, what can I do for you?”

Lisha hesitated, her eyes darting away for a moment before she met his gaze again. “Daddy, I want to see you make love to Mommy,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jayaram’s eyes darkened, and he let out a low chuckle. “I love that too, but it’s risky,” he said, his voice filled with amusement and concern. “It will destroy the family if your mom gets to know about us.”

Lisha nodded, her heart sinking a little. “Yeah,” she said softly.

Jayaram cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. “That’s the reason I stopped everything from my past,” he said, his voice filled with a sincerity that made her chest tighten.

“But if you wish, you can masturbate and enjoy holding my dick. But remember, no sucking my dick or fucking until you turn 21.”

Lisha’s eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly. “I remember, Daddy,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you.”

He smiled, his hand moving to her waist as he guided her to the edge of the counter. “Now, let’s continue our little conversation,” he said, his voice low and filled with promise.

Lisha’s heart raced as she looked up at him, her body trembling with anticipation. “What do you want to know, Daddy?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jayaram leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Tell me about your fantasies. Have you ever thought about me while touching yourself?”

Lisha’s breath hitched, and she nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’ve thought about you so many times.”

Jayaram’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand moving to her thigh. “And what do you imagine when you think about me?”

Lisha’s mind raced, her body trembling under his touch. “I imagine you are touching me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Kissing me, holding me so close that I can feel every part of you.”

Jayaram’s eyes darkened, and his hand moved higher, teasing her thigh. “And what else, doll?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity and desire.

“I imagine your hands on me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Your fingers inside me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

Jayaram’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “You’re such a good girl, Lisha,” he said, his voice filled with affection and desire. “Tell me more. What else do you imagine?”

Lisha’s body was on fire, her heart pounding in her chest as she confessed her deepest fantasies. “I imagine you making love to me,” she said, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. “Filling me up so completely that I can’t think of anything else but you.”

Jayaram’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive tenderness.

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her body leaning into his, craving more of his touch.

Jayaram’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer to him. “And what do you think about when you’re alone, touching yourself?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise.

Lisha’s body trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against his hardness through the towel. “I think about this,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. “I imagine it inside me, filling me up so completely that I can’t think of anything else but you.”

Jayaram’s breath hitched, and he let out a low groan. “Lisha,” he said, his voice strained. “Remember, no sucking or fucking until you’re 21.”

She nodded, her eyes wide with desire as she continued to stroke him through the towel. “I remember, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “But I can’t wait to have all of you.”

Jayaram’s hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer to him. “Just a little longer, doll,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and desire. “And then, I’ll give you everything you’ve been dreaming of.”

The bathroom was still steamy from their showers. The air was thick with the scent of soap and the lingering tension that always seemed to dance between them. Jayaram was pulling on a fresh shirt, his muscles flexing as he moved.

Lisha stood nearby, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders as she slipped into a soft, form-fitting dress. She glanced at him, her eyes lingering on his broad chest, her thoughts wandering.

The sound of Lisha’s phone ringing broke the silence, and Jayaram’s eyes flicked to the screen. It was Rashmi, Lisha’s friend. Without thinking, he picked it up.

“Hi, Rashi,” he said smoothly, his deep voice carrying a warmth that could charm anyone. “Lisha’s in the shower. I’ll tell her to call you back when she’s out.”

Lisha’s eyebrows shot up, and she made a face at him, her lips mouthing, “What’s going on?” Jayaram smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking as he ended the call. He set the phone down and turned to her, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Dad, why did you answer my phone?” Lisha asked her tone a mix of curiosity and amusement. She crossed her arms, her dress clinging to her curves, making it hard for Jayaram to look away.

Jayaram took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost conspiratorial tone. “I couldn’t help it. Every time I see Rashmi, I get this desire to fuck her. Her cute little boobs, that innocent face—it’s hard to resist. I’ve admired her since I saw her at her parents’ anniversary party last month.”

Lisha’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. She wasn’t shocked by his confession—after all, she knew her father’s past. But hearing him say it so openly sent a thrill through her.

“Dad, I love you,” she said softly, stepping closer to him. “If you’d told me earlier, I could’ve arranged something. But it’s not too late. We’ve still got time.”

Jayaram chuckled, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “No, beti. It’s fine. It’s just a fantasy.”

Lisha’s lips curved into a sly smile as she leaned into his touch. “Daddy, I’m here to fulfil your fantasies too, you know. Until I turn 21, I’ll be your fuck doll. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

His eyes darkened at her words, and he pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her in a way that made her feel protected and wanted. “That’s so sweet of you, my girl,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

He pressed a soft kiss to her hair, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled back. Lisha looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Daddy, what about Rashmi or her mom, Moksha? Don’t you think Moksha’s hot?”

Jayaram’s smirk deepened, and he let out a low laugh. “She is. I’m sure she’s a horny bitch too. Her husband works in marine, right? He’s gone for months at a time. If we play our cards right, she’d be the slave of my cock in no time.”

Lisha giggled the sound light and teasing. “That’s awesome, Daddy,” she said, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I love seeing the bachelor daddy coming back to life.”

He grinned, pulling her close again and giving her a quick peck on the lips. His touch lingered for a moment, his breath warm against her skin. Lisha’s heart raced, her pulse quickening at the intensity of his gaze.

“Papa, I have an idea,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Why don’t you come with me today to Rashmi’s house? We’re supposed to work on a project, and we’ll probably watch some porn. You’ll have a few hours to seduce Moksha.”

Jayaram raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Porn, huh?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Well, that’s quite the invitation. Sure, I’ll come.”

Lisha’s smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Perfect. Let’s get ready, then. This is going to be fun.”

As they finished getting dressed, the air between them crackled with anticipation. Jayaram admired Lisha’s confidence and the way she seemed to thrive in their forbidden dynamic. It was intoxicating. He knew he was in deep—deeper than he’d ever been with anyone before.

The drive to Rashmi’s house was filled with light conversation, but the underlying tension was palpable. Lisha kept glancing at her father, her mind racing about what might happen. She could almost picture Moksha’s face and how she’d look at Jayaram with that mix of curiosity and desire.

It thrilled her, knowing she was part of this game. When they arrived, Rashmi greeted them at the door, her smile bright and friendly. Her eyes lingered on Jayaram for a moment longer than necessary. Lisha couldn’t help but smirk. “Hi, Rashmi,” she said, her tone casual. “Dad’s here to help with the project.”

Rashmi’s cheeks flushed slightly as she stepped aside to let them in. “Oh, that’s great. My mom’s in the living room. You can say hi if you want.”

Jayaram’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he followed Lisha inside. Moksha was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed elegantly as she scrolled through her phone. She looked up when they entered, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of Jayaram.

“Hello, Moksha,” Jayaram said, his voice smooth and inviting. He extended his hand, his gaze locking with hers. “It’s been a while.”

Moksha hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, her touch light but lingering. “Yes, it has,” she replied, her voice soft. “It’s good to see you.”

Lisha watched the exchange with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She could already see the sparks flying between them, the way Moksha’s eyes lingered on her father’s face. “This is going to be interesting,” she thought, a smile playing on her lips as she led Jayaram upstairs to Rashmi’s room.

As the door closed behind them, Jayaram turned to Lisha, his eyes filled with quiet anticipation. “Let the games begin.”

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Hello, everyone! My name is Aamir. At 27, I built a small clothing business that took me across India. My weekly travels often land me in Bangalore or Chennai. I’ve learned to appreciate the rhythm of new places and the stories of the people I meet.

Football keeps me active, and friends say my cheerful attitude makes me good company. Though I’d argue their kindness keeps the laughter flowing.

Let me tell you the story.

I’ve developed an insatiable passion for the art of oral pleasure. I’ve explored the digital realm, engaging in intimate conversations with women from all walks of life. I even ventured into online advertising, boldly offering my unique talent.

During one of these online adventures, I received an email that would ignite a fiery encounter. “Rubina here. I’ve heard about your special talent. I’m intrigued. Can you help me explore my body’s pleasures?”

The name Rubina alone sent shivers down my spine. She was a 41-year-old woman from Bangalore. Her words were an invitation to a sensual adventure. Her fair skin, curvy figure, and the mention of a fleshy navel had my imagination running wild.

I could picture her smooth, clean-shaven pussy, the delicate curves of her armpits, and the soft swell of her breasts.

“Rubina, I’d be honoured to guide you through a journey of pure bliss. I specialize in oral pleasure. I can assure you, my techniques will leave you breathless.” I replied, my fingers flying across the keyboard with excitement.

“Excellent! I’ve always been curious about the power of oral love. Meet me at Hotel (Name) (with Room number) near Madiwala at 6 pm. Wear something comfortable and bring your passion.” Her message was a promise of an unforgettable evening.

The room was booked in Madiwala, Bangalore, and I was ready for my task. I had prepared meticulously. After a fresh shower, I shaved my pubic hair, ensuring every inch of my body was smooth and clean. I wore a crisp white shirt and dark jeans.

The scent of Calvin Klein, One of my favourite perfumes, lingers in the air. A small pack of condoms was tucked safely in my bag, though tonight was dedicated to oral pleasure alone.

I found the hotel on the map. I went directly to her shared room number and knocked on the door. Rubina opened it to find me. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, her eyes a deep brown under long lashes. She wore a red saree that accentuated her curves, her perfume a subtle, intoxicating blend.

Her white skin contrasted perfectly with the vibrant red saree, the deep neckline revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief, and her black silky hair fell gracefully over her shoulders. Every curve of her body was a work of art. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

“You’re Aamir, right?” she asked, her voice a soft purr.

“Aamir, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally. I must admit, I’m a bit nervous, but your reputation precedes you.” She offered me a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Yes, and you must be Rubina,” I replied, extending my hand. She took it, and I could feel the electricity between us.

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m here to make you feel like the most desired woman in the world.” I took a seat beside her, my eyes wandering over her exquisite form.

“I’m glad you could make it,” she said, leading me to the bed. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Tell me, Aamir, what is it about oral pleasure that captivates you? I’ve always been curious about it.” She asked, her voice soft and curious.

“It’s the intimacy, Rubina. The connection between two bodies is the way I can bring a woman to the brink of ecstasy with just my mouth and my passion. It’s a dance, a symphony of sensations, and I’m here to conduct that symphony for you.” I replied, my voice low and intense.

(Note – All these conversations happened in Hindi & English).

“Oh, Aamir, your words are like a prelude to the pleasure I will experience. I trust you completely.” She leaned closer, her breath warm on my neck. I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine.

I began to caress her knee, my touch light and gentle. “You’re even more beautiful in person.”

Rubina blushed, a soft pink spreading across her cheeks. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ve been told I have a lovely body.”

I nodded, my hand moving up her thigh. “It’s true,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “And I can’t wait to explore every inch of it.”

Rubina’s breath hitched as my hand reached the hem of her dress. I looked into her eyes, seeking permission, and she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. I slipped my hand underneath her dress, my fingers brushing against her bare skin.

“You’re so soft,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. Rubina shivered, her body responding to my touch.

I leaned in, my lips capturing hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Rubina melted into me. Her lips parted to allow my tongue to explore her mouth. I could taste the sweetness of her, the desire that was already building between us.

“You taste amazing,” I whispered against her lips, my hands moving to her back, undressing her saree. It slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

I took a moment to appreciate her body, my eyes roaming over her curvy form. I leaned in, my lips capturing her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Rubina gasped, her back arching as I sucked and bit at the sensitive flesh.

“Aamir,” she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair. I unclasped her bra, my mouth moving to her other nipple, my hands cupping her breasts. Rubina’s breath came in short gasps, her body writhing beneath me.

Then I started with her armpits, gently kissing and sucking the delicate skin, my tongue tracing the curves. She moaned softly, a pleasant surprise on her face.
“I’ve never felt such pleasure from my armpits. It’s an unexpected delight.” She purred, her eyes still closed, savouring the sensation.

I trailed kisses down her stomach, my hands exploring every curve and valley of her body. I reached her navel, my tongue dipping inside, making her squirm. I moved lower. My fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down.

Rubina was completely naked now, her body glowing in the soft light of the room. I looked up at her, my eyes filled with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice husky.

Rubina smiled, her eyes never leaving mine. “Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “Now, make good on your promise.”

I moved down, my lips brushing against her smooth thighs, and then, with a gentle touch, I parted her legs. Her clean-shaven pussy was a work of art, and I couldn’t resist the urge to taste her. I licked her slowly, my tongue exploring every inch, savouring the taste of her desire.

She let out a soft scream, “Ah!” as I found her clit and began to tease it with my tongue. “Aamir, you’re a master! I can feel the pleasure building already.” She gasped, her hands gripping the blanket tightly. I obliged, my tongue dipping into her folds, tasting her desire.

I licked and sucked, my tongue exploring every inch of her. Rubina was squirming beneath me, her moans growing louder. Her breath came in short gasps. I continued my oral dance, my tongue flicking and swirling, bringing her to the edge of orgasm.

I found her clit, my tongue circling the sensitive bud, making her cry out. I sucked on it, my tongue flicking against it, making her squirm. I could feel her body tremble, and her moans became louder, “Oh yes! Right there!” As I focused on her clit, she let out a cry.

“OMG OMG, Yes Yes Yes, Aah, Fuck.”

A rush of liquid squirted onto my face. I caught it with my mouth, savouring the taste of her ecstasy.

“Oh God, Aamir! I can’t believe it! You made me squirt! This is incredible!” She sat up, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure.

“I told you I’d bring you to new heights of pleasure, Rubina. And this is just the beginning.” I smiled, my eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

Rubina was panting, her body still tingling from her orgasm. I looked up at her, a wicked grin on my face. “Ready for more?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

She nodded, her eyes heavy with desire. She lay back down, and I continued my journey, licking and sucking her nipples, biting them gently. Then moving down to her navel, a spot I knew many women found sensitive. My tongue traced the fleshy curve, and she let out a soft hum, “Mmm, that’s nice.”

I grinned, my head dipping between her legs once again. I licked and sucked, my tongue exploring every inch of her. I bit at her clit, making her cry out, her body tensing as another orgasm hit her.

I continued my oral exploration. Rubina’s moans and screams filled the air, a symphony of pleasure. I brought her to the brink of orgasm multiple times, each time building her desire higher. I drank from her, my tongue lapping up her juices.

Rubina was exhausted, her body completely spent. I looked up at her, a satisfied smile on my face. “You were incredible,” I said, my voice husky.

After 15 minutes, I demanded, “Rubina, I need you to ride me! I want to feel your pussy between my face!”

I positioned myself beneath her. She sat on my face, her pussy pressing against my mouth. I licked and sucked, and she began to ride my face. Her body moves in a rhythmic dance. The sound of her wetness and our moans filled the air, a sensual melody.

“Oh my! I’m going to squirt again! Aamir, don’t stop!” She cried, and once more, a rush of liquid sprayed onto my face, this time with even more force. I caught it all, my mouth open wide. She collapsed on top of me, exhausted from the intense pleasure.

We lay there, our breath heavy, our bodies glistening with sweat. Rubina’s hand found mine, and she squeezed it tightly. “Aamir, you’ve given me an experience I’ll never forget. Your oral love is a gift, and I’m forever grateful.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Rubina. Seeing you surrender to pleasure is a reward beyond words.” I replied, my voice hoarse with emotion. As the night sky enveloped us, we shared a final kiss, a tender moment of connection.

Rubina stood up, put on her clothes and, with a smile, said, “Until our paths cross again, Aamir. I’ll be thinking of you and your incredible talent.”

I watched her walk away, her hips swaying seductively. I knew this encounter would forever be etched in my memory. The art of oral love had brought us together, and the sensations we shared would continue to echo in my mind.

As we planned to meet again, we knew this was the start of something extraordinary.  The oral pleasure we shared was just the first chapter in a story that would be written in the language of lust, desire, and unapologetic satisfaction.

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Hello to all my ISS readers and friends. I am Prince, and back here again after a long time. I did not write any story which doesn’t mean I was away from the ISS. Daily, I actually spent almost 30 minutes on the ISS, but did not get a chance to write.

So, without boring you guys, let me tell you about myself. I am Prince from Mumbai, working in a MNC, and used to travel often in North and East India. I am 6 feet in height and, with God’s grace have a good dick which has satisfied a few girls many times.

Today I am here to share with you my experience of last month when it was the birthday of one of my reporters named Supriya. I planned a party and called my team members to celebrate at Connaught Palace. In the evening we were celebrating at a Cafe and having our drinks. Live music was on, and I was asked to play my favorite songs.

At around 9:30 pm, all my team members proceeded to their home, and only me and Supriya left. Supriya is a sexy Bengali girl having assets of 34-30-32. She is around 5’3” tall and 28 years old. She resides in Karol Bagh on the rented floor.

We were already 4 drinks down, and now, after settling the bill, we also moved. I asked Supriya to drop and she accepted it. I never thought of anything for Supriya since she was reporting to me and I had to be nice with her.

After reaching, she offered to come for a coffee, and we went to her flat. She asked me to sit and go for a change, and then she came in a t-shirt with a skirt. That was the time I actually felt that her melons were so nicely shaped as she did not wear a bra and her boobs were bouncing.

She prepared coffee and sat next to me. We were talking and also having some sort of drink effect as well. She told me that she likes a lot the way I talk and treat her. Then our conversation moved to personal stuff and I asked about her boyfriend if there was any.

She told me that she was in a relationship for 4 years earlier but is single now. I told her about my past two relationships. Then she suddenly asked out of two who was more sexy, and I told her about my first girlfriend and how mad we were and places we made love like there was no tomorrow.

She was excited and surprised as well, listening to this. Then she shared that she never had such an experience. I suddenly asked if she wanted to experience it. She smiled and said she would love to. Then my hungry tiger woke up, and without thinking of anything, I pulled her towards me and started smooching.

I was sucking her lips one by one and then inserted my tongue in her mouth and started exploring it. My hands were running at her back. I tilted over her, and during the smooch, I almost made her lay on the sofa.

Then I started licking her ear lobes and neck. She was softly moaning, and her hands were at my back, pulling me closer to her. I kept on licking her lips, neck, ears, and her curve above the boobs. While doing so I was softly pressing her boobs over her t-shirt.

Now I inserted my hand under the t-shirt and touched her soft boobs with small nipples. I pressed and pinched her nipples. Almost 15-20 minutes, we continued this, and both of us were lost in each other. She was moving her hands around my back.

Slowly, I removed her t-shirt and now both those perfectly shaped round boobs with brownish nipples were in front of my eyes. I looked at them lovingly. Then I put my mouth on one of them while pressing the other. She moaned and a lovely musical voice of aah and mmm was coming out.

Then I licked her one boob and sucked her nipple and the same I did with the other one. Throughout, she was just moaning in a soft voice, and her every body part was stirring. She was enjoying it as she was pushing me harder on the nipples with her hand on my hair.

Now, I also removed my upper body clothes and hugged her so tight that both of us could feel our bodies. Her boobs were pressing with my chest and both of us were rubbing our hands on each other’s back very tightly. I again smooched her and licked her neck.

Now my hand reached her skirt, which was already reaching to her thighs, and I lifted it more and reached her panty. I rubbed her thighs for a few minutes and then started rubbing her clit over the panty. With this, her moan got a bit louder, and her hands were searching for my zip.

Then she pulled my belt buckle like she was asking me to remove it, please. I helped her and opened my belt and zip. Then without wasting any second she just put her hand inside and pulled my fully erected cock. She screamed very loudly, and so did I.

Now I gave her access to remove my lower clothes as well. I also pulled down her panty along with her skirt. We had one thing in common both of us were clean shaved down. Maybe we were playing on our luck and now both of us were winning as well.

I told her that I wanted to see her hole as I love it. She was shying but I went down and opened both her legs. Now I could see those brownish pussy lips were sticking with each other which I opened with my fingers.

Here were the pinkish sides, and in between, there was a small opening that was very sticky and wet due to her juice. This was the amazing sight of the world which made me even harder as I got 2-3 bounces in my penis.

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I will write further details in the next part. Till then, keep me texting and sexting.

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