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Hello, readers. This is Akhil, a 22-year-old boy from Mumbai. Thank you for your overwhelming response to my previous story, “You have to repay the loan if taken!” The story continues here.

Recap:

We were not able to repay Aapa’s loan even after her warnings. So she took me and my mother to her house. She ordered my mother to teach me how to satisfy a woman. Then I could repay her loan by earning money through fucking and satisfying girls and women.

Continuation:

Aapa had declined my mother’s plea to allow me to come back home. She sent my mother off. I could only go home after repaying at least 70% of the total loan amount and interest. I was given the servant’s quarters to stay. As I was drained by intensely fucking my mother I dozed off.

After an hour or half, two young girls who were in their mid-twenties came to wake me up. Instead of waking me up by calling or shaking me, they decided to be naughty and play a prank on me. They emptied a whole jug of ice-cold water on my erect dick over the pants.

I was dreaming about the moments with my mother. But I woke up suddenly with fear and saw them laughing at me. Both girls were wearing a matching black deep-neck blouse and a red petticoat. A big red bindi on their foreheads and a pair of colourful bangles on their hands.

I could easily figure out that they were not wearing a bra as the poking nipples were easily visible on the blouse. I started sweating as my eyes were glued on their cleavage and poking nipples. It was too hot for me to handle.

On realising where my eyes were fixed, one of them snapped her fingers and said, “Raja, kaha doob gaye. Is raseelein aam ko khane ki keemat lagti hai. Acha chalo jaldi kapde utaro.” (Raja, where are you lost. There is a cost for tasting these juicy titties. Ok, come on now quickly undress.)

The other girl said, “Arrey baba kitni jaldi hai tumhe Pihu. Raja, main hu Kamli aur ye Pihu. Aapa ne humein tumhari waxing karke tumhe raat ke liye taiyar karne aur iss dhande ke kuch usool batane bheja hai. Chalo ab jaldi se apne kapde nikal kar baith jaao.”

(Oh God! How eager you are, Pihu. Raja, I am Kamli, and this is Pihu. Aapa sent us to wax your hair so that you’re ready for the night’s fun. Also, Aapa has asked us to explain the rules of our business to you. Come on now, quickly undress and sit.)

I was embarrassed about removing my clothes in front of them. Pihu was getting restless and angry, seeing me confused and wasting their time.

Pihu: Chal chutiye humare pass itna time nahi hai. Humara bhi dhande ka time ho raha hai, humein bhi jaldi taiyar hona hai. (Come on, rascal, we don’t have much time. We also need to get ready for the night, our business.)

Kamli: Raja, fikar naa kar humna kai mardon ko nanga dekh chuke hai. Jaldi karo warna fir mujhe Aapa ko bulaana padega. Aur agar woh aayi toh pata nahi tumhe shayad ladki ki tarah taiyar karke kisi mard se hi na chudwa le. Hehehe.

(Raja, don’t worry, we have seen many men naked before us. If you don’t hurry up, then I will have to call Aapa. If she arrives, then who knows, she might even present you as a girl and get you banged during the night. Hehehe.)

Both Pihu and Kamli started laughing. I knew what Aapa was capable of. So I quickly removed my shirt and pants and sat on the floor in my underwear. Pihu started applying the wax cream on my legs and the wax was damn hot. As soon as she was about to peel off the wax strap, I stopped them.

I said, “Mujhe nahi lagta main ye dard jhel sakta hu. Please isse mat kheechna. Mujhe dar lag raha hai kahi sath mein chamdi bhi nikal gayi toh.” ( I don’t think I can handle this pain. Please don’t pull that strip. It is frightening me that what if my skin peels off with the strip?)

Kamli stood up and calmed me down. Her next move surprised me. She unhooked her blouse and freed her boobs. Then she brought my hand on her boob and signaled me to play and enjoy them. She fit her right boob in my mouth and held my face tightly on her boob.

Meanwhile, Pihu pulled the wax strip. Kamli took out a loud moan as I bit her right boob while my left hand squeezed her left boob on reaction to my pain.

With her each loud grunting moan, she pushed my head more on her poking nipples.

This continued until both my legs and hands were completely waxed. But Kamli did not lose her grip or balance. My dick started getting erect again and was ready to come out of my wet underwear by this sensual waxing. Pihu saw the boner and thought of repeating the prank.

She again emptied a whole jug of ice-cold water on my erect dick over the wet underwear. In my instant reaction, I bit Kamli’s boob so hard that she cried in pain. She pushed me and gave me a tight slap. My one hand reached towards my wet crotch area, and the other one towards my cheeks.

I felt ashamed of being humiliated by two young beauties. Pihu laughed out loud, looking at me and Kamli.

Kamli (looking angrily at me and Pihu): Harami, itna jor se koi jaanwar bhi nahi kaatega, ruk tere chaati par main waxing karti hu. Fir chilana jor jor se. Laa Pihu woh dabba aur strips de idhar.

(Idiot, not even an animal will bite this hard, wait, let me wax your chest area, then scream hard as you can. Pihu, pass me the wax strips and box.)

I started apologising as I was shit scarred of her anger. I started pleading with her to stop the waxing.

She said, “Ruk Aapa ko bulati hu, woh ise ladki ki tarh taiyar karke kisi mard se chudwayenge fir iski akal thikane aayegi.” (Wait, let me call Aapa, when she will dress him up as a girl and get him fucked by a man, then he will come to his senses.)

I gave up and asked her to continue. Kamli started spreading hot wax on my chest hairs. It was so hot that I started jumping like a fish. Pihu noticed that I was getting punished by Kamli because of her. So she asked Kamli to wait and calmed me down.

Then she asked me to close my eyes. Her next move surprised me. She sat on my face. I could feel an intoxicating smell with my eyes closed. She ordered me to open my eyes and look at her pink pussy for which others have to pay for. She didn’t have any underwear on and was cleanly shaved.

She was dripping wet. I took out the tongue and started caressing her lovely pussy with my tongue. She left out a soft moan. Pihu signalled to Kamli, and there she pulled the wax strip in one go. I almost jumped, but Pihu pinned me down with her hips.

I could only leave out a muffed moan. Tears rolled through my eyes but I continued licking her pussy.

Pihu: Chutiye, bas wahi apni jeebh ka jaadu chalata reh. (Rascal, just let your tongue do the magic.)

Her hips were automatically moving, asking my tongue to go deep in her. She left a loud moan and came on my mouth. I gleefully accepted and drank her love juice. Kamli was still waxing my chest. Pihu stood up, smiling at me and came close to me.

She started licking the juices from my mouth. I was so passionately involved in her that I forgot the pain of waxing. My dick was throbbing with this combination of pain and pleasure. Kamli finished waxing and looked at my throbbing erect dick.

She said, “Iss fudakte saanp ko shant karna padega. Raja, tum dono aise prem main pagal kitne mast lag rahe ho. Tumhe aise dekh kar main geeli ho rahi hu.” (This throbbing dick needs to be satisfied. Raja, you both involved in love making are looking so good, I am getting wet seeing you two.)

Pihu took my hand and guided it to Kamli’s wet pussy and asked me to satisfy her with my fingers. My fingers started circling Kamli’s wet pussy. I then asked Pihu to blow me till then, so I can satisfy Kamli with my tongue. She agreed and switched her position.

Kamli now sat on my face and my tongue started doing wonders on her pussy. Meanwhile, Pihu freed my cock from the wet underwear and started sucking it like a pro which she was. After 5 minutes of intense sucking and licking, we both cum and were breathing heavily.

Both of them gathered themselves. They explained the rules of this business to me. How to satisfy customers according to their needs, and gave me Rs. 1001 each as a token for being their first customer.

Then they asked me to rest. Aapa had told them that two ladies had booked me for two days from tomorrow. What happens next will be continued in the next story. I hope you guys like this story. Please comment if you liked it.

Dear readers. I hope you continue to enjoy my stories. Thank you for your feedback. About me, 6ft, 32wst, fair to whitish. Stay in Bangalore. I am bi and curious. I enjoy BDSM and kinky stuff, and love the outdoors too. If you guys like my story, emails are welcome at [email protected].

This story happened a couple of weeks back. I was bored on a Friday night watching movies and having a beer at home. I received a message on Telegram. It was from one of my readers with whom I had been chatting sometime back. He told me he was also bored and alone and wanted to have some fun.

I told him we could meet in some Oyo rooms since neither of us had a safe place to meet up. He said he wanted to try outdoors once. I told him we can try. However, it’s challenging to find a safe outdoor spot in Bangalore these days. He then suggested we go on a long bike ride and check.

We agreed to meet up early in the morning, as it was risky to do so at night. I picked him up around 4 am, and we headed towards Nandi Hills. We stopped for a quick coffee break in between and then continued the ride. It was very chilly in the morning, and the roads were also somewhat empty.

When we resumed the trip, he hugged me tightly while sitting behind the bike. It was a warm feeling and felt good in the cold weather. He then moved his hands over my chest and began to feel it through my t-shirt. He slowly put his hands inside my t-shirt and felt my bare skin.

I felt ticklish at first, but then I managed to control myself. I also reduced the speed of the bike to avoid any issues due to sudden braking and all. He was then fondling my chest, squeezing it tightly, sometimes painfully pressing it. He was also playing with my nipples, pinching them occasionally.

While doing all this, he was also tightly hugging my body and occasionally kissing my shoulders. Since I was riding the bike, I just continued to cautiously enjoy the feeling, hoping no one would notice us. After enjoying the scenery for some time, we took a turn away from the highway towards Nandi Hills.

It was still dark, and the road was desolate. Realising this, he slowly placed one of his hands on my cock and squeezed it. My cock was already hard due to all the action till now. He slowly put his hand inside my track pants and then placed his hand inside my underwear.

I left a soft moan. He heard it and told me it’s such a thick and warm sound. Without telling anything, he pulled my cock out of the underwear and left it out in the open. I was shocked for a moment and was scared as well. He came close to my ear and said, ‘Don’t worry, no one will see. Just enjoy it.’

The cold wind makes my cock even harder and he held it tight. He also pulled out the balls. I was now riding the bike very slowly with my cock and balls exposed. He left my boobs and started fondling my cock with one hand and my balls with the other hand.

He shagged it for some time and when he felt I was about to cum, he would leave it and squeeze the balls hard. This would pain me and control my erection. It also stopped me from cumming. He continued edging and teasing me like that for some time.

I was about to stop the bike, but he told me not to. He said he had always had this fantasy and wanted to enjoy it. I agreed and kept going. He left my cock and balls outside my pant and then slowly moved his hands on my back. He was massaging my back slowly, sometimes squeezing it.

He pulled my t-shirt up a little and kissed my back. I was enjoying the warmth of his breath and lips on my back. My cock was very hard due to all this but I didn’t stop the bike. I was enjoying it and also wanted him to enjoy and fulfil his fantasy.

After playing with my back for some time, he put his hands inside my pant and was feeling my ass. He asked me to lift my ass a little. As I lifted my ass a little from the seat, he placed both his hands under my ass and I sat on his hand. He was fondling my ass a lot, squeezing it a lot.

He was kissing my shoulder while playing with my ass. He tried to finger my asshole, but it was not possible in that position. It was also tighter due to the cold weather. After playing with my ass for some time, he again hugged me tightly from behind. I could feel his hard cock this time poking on my back.

We were passing by a spot where a big rock was present. He immediately asked me to stop. I stopped the bike, and he got off. When I turned to look at him, his cock was also outside his pant. Didn’t know when he took it out. I asked him what happened.

He smiled and asked me to follow him. I parked my bike on the side and followed him. He took me behind the rock and immediately pulled my pant down and started sucking my cock hard. I just watched him as he pulled my pants and underwear fully down.

He was sucking my cock while squeezing my balls. Occasionally he was squeezing my ass also. After sucking my cock for a while, he started sucking my balls. He asked me to spread my legs so that he can suck well. I was resting on the rock and spread my legs.

After sucking my cock and balls and thighs he made me turn around. He kissed my legs up all the way to my ass. He spanked my ass. It hurt a lot, especially since it was cold as well. I was a bit scared, too, since it was an unknown outdoor location.

After a couple of spankings, he started kissing, licking and squeezing it. Then he spread my legs wide and spread my ass cheeks wider. He rimmed me very much with his tongue, going deep inside the hole. I was enjoying the warm sensation in the cold weather.

He was also fingering me in between trying to open up my hole. It was a pleasure and a pain, and the weather added to the fun. Even though I was worried about the place, I no longer cared and was just enjoying the fun. After sometime, he started kissing my back and left my ass.

I guess was ass was all red with the spanking, rimming and fingering. As he moved up kissing my back, I could feel his cock on my ass. Before we met, I told him I don’t like to get fucked. I guess he forgot about it and I could feel his cock poking my ass.

I pushed my further on the rock and his cock was now between my ass cheeks. I reminded him that I don’t like to get fucked. He kept pleading, saying ‘just one time, please,’ and all. With all the fun and cool weather, I was aroused too.

When he realised that I didn’t resist anymore, he slowly started pushing his cock inside my hole. At the same time, he was squeezing my boobs and cock. Little by little he pushed his cock in. It was long and hard, but thankfully not too thick.

With all the rimming and fingering, the cock went it without much of an issue. But since it was long, it felt like it would never end. Kept going in and in until finally I could feel his balls hitting my ass. He kept it inside for some time until I relaxed and adjusted to his cock.

Then he pushed me towards the rock and started fucking me. I tied a handkerchief on my cock so that it doesn’t get bruised on the rock. After fucking for some time in that position, he pulled me a bit. He made me bend and fucked me in that position.

He was also spanking me in between. At times, he even squeezed my balls. In between he would push my legs wider so that he could fuck me deeper. He fucked me in few more positions before he pulled out and cummed his load on the rock. He sat on the rock, exhausted.

He asked me to come near him and gave me an awesome blowjob while fingering me. I too cum on the rock and sat beside him. We both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and were sweating in the cold weather.

Once we had settled, we pulled up our pants and decided to leave. Just as we turned back, we were shocked by what we saw. There were 4-5 guys who were watching us.

Apparently, in the heat of the action, we didn’t realise when they arrived and that we were being watched. They watched us in amusement and gave us a naughty smile. We were scared as to what would happen.

I will share details in the next story about what happened. Stay tuned till then.

My mother raised me in a single-parent family. My parents divorced when I was in the 9th grade. My father was a well-established real estate agent with a very fancy lifestyle. In contrast, my mother is a real estate broker attached to a local financial institution. She is still working as a real estate broker.

Due to the nature of her job, my mother has always maintained good relationships with her clients. She has remained a well-known figure in the community. Many people, including men and women, have always been in her friend circle.

However, it was terrible luck for my mother. She had not been very fortunate with men. After her divorce, my mother dated a few men, but none worked out. And then after some time, I guess she gave up. My mother, a working-class professional, has maintained her appearance and figure.

My mom is in her mid-40s but still very attractive. She has an outstanding personality and a tall and slim figure. Indeed, she has always been my role model, and I have always admired her.

I just turned 19 and celebrated my 19th birthday a few months back. Although I don’t look like my mom, I share the same kind of figure: tall and slim, with an attractive figure and a fair complexion.

I am almost the same height as my mom, who is 5’7”. Since I am only nineteen, my boob size is still growing. I have perky breasts of 34B, but not as big as my mother’s. My mother has a size of 36C with no implants.

God has gifted me with a very attractive face. My appearance has been refined through my consistent gym workouts. Indeed, I give this credit to my mom, who always accompanies me to the gym as part of our daily routine. That’s why I have a toned body like my mom.

I have quietly noticed something in my mom over the last few years. Whenever we go out together, she looks at good-looking girls or women. I also noticed, very discreetly, that sometimes my mom tries to make eye contact by picking one of them.

That was kind of strange to me, but I never bothered to ask. However, she has certainly had a habit of checking out young, attractive girls and women. She thought I never noticed, but I saw her many times. However, I never asked the reason for this staring and never made any comments.

My mom has always been a very social person. She has always had a vast social circle. I have seen young girls and lots of gorgeous women visiting us or inviting us to their parties. Sometimes, I attended those parties, and sometimes, I preferred to stay home. However, I used to feel out of place at those parties.

In college, my real struggle was with Algebra and Calculus. These two subjects were the most tedious and senseless of all. I flunked those subjects several times, which negatively impacted my grades.

My mom was very concerned about my weakness in those subjects. She was seriously looking for a good private tutor for me, but was not very lucky.

One evening, my mom was preparing for a party at someone’s home. She asked me to accompany her. She said it was supposed to be a lavish dinner party. A prominent social circle from diverse backgrounds was expected to be in attendance.

I was dead tired that day, but I agreed to accompany her on her insistence. I noticed that my mom was immaculately dressed and looked absolutely gorgeous. I also put on the best dress that I could find in my wardrobe.

My mom always introduces me to her friends whenever she attends a party. In the same way, when we went to that lavish party, lots of people were there as we were walking inside.

My mom was meeting her friends and introducing me to them at the same time. Some gorgeous women and girls hugged my mom, while others just shook hands, depending on the level of their friendship.

However, I noticed that some of my mom’s friends check me out very carefully. They stared at me quietly, rolling their eyes all over my entire body, and I was very naïve.

As we walked towards the guests’ sitting area, suddenly my mom bumped into an exceptionally gorgeous lady. She was almost the same age as my mom. The lady kissed my mom first and held her hand. She hugged her very tightly, as if they had been friends for a long time and had just met after ages.

As they hugged, I noticed very quietly that their breasts were being badly crushed against each other. That was kind of erotic to me, but I ignored it. I was standing nearby and quietly observing their affection for each other. I just learned the name of that gorgeous lady was Linda.

And then suddenly, Linda stared at me from top to toe, catching my attention. She asked my mom, “Is she your daughter?” My mom nodded her head yes. She exclaimed, “Oh my gosh.” And then again, Linda checked me out from top to bottom with a flirty smile and hugged me tightly.

She looked at me in a flirtatious manner, very different from mine. The way Linda hugged me was a new experience for me. As she hugged me, she held me very tightly by pressing her big breasts against my chest. Nobody has ever hugged me like that before.

She pushed me tightly against her for a good few seconds and then loosened her grip. I could literally feel her nipples on my breasts! The three of us settled down. My mom and Linda started chatting with each other. I noticed they were both holding hands while talking.

I didn’t want to interfere, so I sat quietly beside them. As the party progressed and more guests arrived, my mom had to meet some of her other friends as well. Occasionally, she stood up to meet other friends and then took their place. At one point, my mom left us alone to meet someone at a distance.

When my mom walked away from us, Linda got the chair next to me. I became her centre of attention. Again, she gave me a flirty look from top to bottom and then proceeded to interview me. While answering her questions, I could see some spark in her eyes.

I looked straight into her eyes as I talked and responded to her questions. She asked about my school, hobbies, sports, movies, and whatnot! During the conversation with Linda, I clearly noticed that she had lusty eyes as she looked at me.

Her eyes were rolling up and down as she stared at me intensely. I felt that she was taking off my clothes one by one through her stare! I was feeling weird, and it was very strange to me that a woman was giving me such lusty looks! Indeed, I was very young and naïve, having just turned nineteen.

She was my mom’s close friend. So I had no choice but to respect her. I kept answering her questions for twenty minutes until my mom joined us. When my mom learned that her old friend Linda is a lecturer at a local college, she got very excited during the conversation.

Linda taught mathematics and physics in a local college and held a senior position. I knew my mom’s thoughts very well, but I kept them to myself. I was sure my weakness in Algebra and Calculus would be discussed with Linda anytime soon.

But my mom didn’t want to embarrass me right before her, so she did not utter a word in front of me.

The party was in full swing. Drinks were served, followed by snacks. Then a delicious dinner of barbeque kababs and Mediterranean food. At the same time, belly dancers performed in the centre to entertain the guests while they enjoyed dinner.

We separated during dinner, while my mom and Linda were off to the side of the crowd.

In the meantime, I tried to blend in with the crowd by socialising with people. I was sitting and enjoying the food while watching the belly dance. No doubt, the two belly dancers were gorgeous. They were showing off their moves with their sexy bodies wrapped in revealing clothes.

I spotted my mom and Linda sitting beside each other, enjoying and staring at the belly dancers. While watching those sexy bodies, I saw my mom and Linda were making comments in each other’s ears. They both had drinks in their hands as they were enjoying the belly dancing. I stayed calm and did not disturb them.

After I finished my food, I patiently waited for the party to settle down. After some time, the belly dancing ended, and the music quieted. The guests mingled again. The air was filled with laughter and the chit-chat of different people. I lost sight of my mom and Linda, as they were no longer there.

Then again, I spotted them far away in the corner, talking to those two gorgeous belly dancers. I had no idea what they were talking about. But they were very friendly, laughing, and holding hands.

Around 11 pm, guests started to leave, and my mom approached me as she was ready to go. We left the party, and my mom asked me to drive. Since she had had a few drinks, she was being careful. She was quiet for a few minutes and seemed lost at the party. She started talking to me.

She sighed in relief and told me this shocking news: “You know what? Finally, I got a tutor for you.” I asked in shock, “A tutor? Who?” S

he paused for a few seconds and then uttered softly, “Well, luckily, Linda is a lecturer in a local college, and she specifically teaches Algebra and Calculus. “Who could be a better tutor for my daughter than Linda?”

My mom added that Linda would coordinate her schedule and let me know very soon. While driving, back in my mind, I murmured, “Oh my gosh, that same weird lady who was staring at me in the party with lusty eyes!”

During my drive back home, I dared to learn more about her friend Linda. I learned that she and my mom had been long-time friends from college. They had lived in the college dorm and then in a rental apartment together. After marriage, Linda went to Australia and lost contact with my mother.

She returned after her divorce until she unexpectedly met my mom at this party! Linda was brilliant in science subjects. She has been in the teaching profession. She has been a senior lecturer at a local college, especially in calculus and algebra.

We reached home around 11.45 pm. My mom had one more drink while watching television, and we chatted too. Later, around 12.30 am, we went to our bedrooms upstairs. My bedroom was just adjacent to my mom’s bedroom.

This has always been my habit. I take a shower before going to bed. I got that habit from my mom. By the time I finished my shower and crashed into my bed, it was almost 1 am. I was tired and sleepy, and I was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Then suddenly, I heard some noise downstairs at our gate. Our front gate was just below our bedrooms. I woke up curiously and peeped out of my bedroom window. A car had just arrived at our front porch, and the lights were still on.

To my surprise, my mom was already at the gate, as if to receive someone. Then I saw Linda coming out from the driver’s side. Those two gorgeous belly dancer girls are coming out of the car’s back seats. I was shocked to see them at this late hour!

My mom received them all at the gate and then took them inside. After a few minutes, I left my bedroom to peek down. I saw them sitting downstairs in the lounge, enjoying wine with some snacks. I glanced at each of them very discreetly.

They were sitting on the sofas very comfortably and enjoying the booze. Their laughter was loud, and I could hear them upstairs.

However, my mind was still curious about their late arrival at night. And then I don’t know when I fell asleep.

To be continued.

Mera naam Himanshu hai aur main Uttar Bharat ka rehne wala hoon. Meri umar 37 saal hai.

Main bachpan se hi kaafi kaamuk insan hoon aur mujhe sex ko lekar tarah-tarah ke adventures karne ka bohot mann rehta tha.

Main samajhta hoon ki sex ek basic requirement hai. Jaise ki insaan ko bhukh lagti hai, pyaas lagti hai, usi tarah sex ki bhi iksha hoti hai.

Kuch log khaane mein kafi interested hote hain, kuch logon ko hamesha kuch drinks chahiye hota hai, kuch logon ko physical activities ka bohot shauk hota hai. Ye sab nature ka hi banaya hua hai. Thik usi tarah kaamvasna ki adhikta bhi nature ki banayi hui hai aur isko ignore nahi karna chahiye.

Mera ye matlab bilkul nahi hai ki aap har ladki ya aurat ko kaamukta ki nazar se hi dekhen ya apni kaamvasna ke liye koi apradh karen. Main iske sakht khilaaf hoon. Lekin sahi tarike se apni pyas ko bujhane mein koi burai nahi hai. Aap apne jaisi iksha rakhne wali ladkiyon ko pehchane ya fir sex workers ke sath puri razamandi se sex karen, taaki apni zarurat puri ho aur aap jeevan mein kuch achha kar saken.

Ab aate hain meri kahaani pe.

Baat hai 2014 ki jab mere ek rishtedar (jo rishte mein mere Tau lagte hain) ki chhoti beti ki shaadi thi. Tau ji ki 2 ladkiyan aur ek ladka hai, jinme badi ladki aur ladka mujhse umar mein bade hain aur chhoti beti mujhse 2 saal chhoti hai.

Badi didi jiska ghar ka naam ‘Tinki’ hai uski shaadi 2 saal pehle hi ho chuki thi.

Batata chalu ki mere sexual preference mein incest bhi hai; yani apne rishtedari ki ladkiyan aur aurton ke prati kaamukta ka bhaav hamesha se tha.

Tinki ko main didi bolta tha lekin uske mote-mote boobs aur badi si gaand ko dekh kar najane kitni baar mutth maar chuka tha.

Saath hi mujhe apni dur ki chachi, mami aur anya rishtedaron ko dekh ke bhi lund khada ho jata tha aur main porn dekh kar unke nam se mutth marta rehta tha. Mera sapna tha ki kaash inme se koi meri tarah hi soche aur mujhe chudai karne ka mauka de.

Shaadi ko do din bache the aur hum sabhi rishtedar Tau ji ke ghar mein ikattha ho rahe the, jinme wahi sundar sundar chachiyan aur baki aurten thin.

Shadi ke ek din pehle ghar mein raat 12 baje tak geet sangeet ka mahol tha aur main bhi tamam rishtedaron ke beech mein hi baith ke mahol ka hissa bana hua tha.

Doston, main Tinki didi ke bagal mein hi baitha tha. Wo kaafi achha dholak bajati aur nachti bhi hai. Tinki didi aur baaki tamam aurton ko kaafi der tak dekhne ke baad ab mera lund saatve aasman par ja chuka tha aur mujhe turant mutth maarne ki zarurat mehsus ho rahi thi.

Tabhi mere mann mein ek idea aya. Ghar ke ground floor par ye sab karyakram ho raha tha lekin upar ke floor par Tinki didi ne jis room mein apne kapde rakhe the, usme koi nahi tha. Maine socha ki us room mein jake Tinki ki bra ya panty mein mutth mara jaye.

Ab ye vichar mujhe jhakjhorne laga. Mahol aisa tha ki koi kisi ko notice nahi kar raha tha. Maine mauke ka fayda utha ke dhire se wahan se khisak liya aur upar ke floor pe chala gaya.

Upar jakar maine pehle idhar-udhar dekha ki pehle se kahin koi hai to nahi. Lekin doston, upar ke floor par 3 kamre aur ek hall tha jisme se ki ek kamre mein buddhe nana so rahe the. Aur Tinki ne jis room mein apna saman rakha tha, wo sabse piche tha aur mere mutth marne ke liye safe bhi tha.

Main fauran us room mein gaya aur almari par Tinki ke rakhe hue kapdo mein se uski bra panty khojne laga. Tabhi mujhe uski ek panty mili. Wo panty black color ki thi aur usme kuch red color ke gulab ke fool bane hue the. Panty purani lag rahi thi kyunki uske bich mein chut wale area ke pass ka rang thoda uda hua tha.

Doston, maine aav dekha na taav turant us panty ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur naak se usko sunghne laga.

Maine socha ki poore nange hokar is panty ko pehen kar mutth maarunga. Josh josh mein maine apni lower utaar di aur us panty ko pehen liya. Mera lund tan kar 8 inch ka loha ban chuka tha aur maine mutth marna shuru kiya aur khud hi gandi-gandi awazein nikalne laga jaise ki, “Aah meri raand didi… Apne muh bole bhai ka lund to dekh… Tere pati se kahin zyada santusht karega tujhe…” Aisi baaten bol kar mutth maarne laga.

Doston, mai is tarah ki aawaz nikaal kar mutth maar hi raha tha ki mujhe kisi ke aane ki awaz sunayi di. Mai achanak se wo panty utara aur usko kinaare fek ke apni lower pehen liya aur bed par baith gaya.

Doston, wo koi aur nahi balki Tinki didi hi thi. Wo room mein aate hi boli, “Arey bholu, tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?”

Mera chehra dara segma hua tha aur gaand fatt gayi thi. Mujhe hosh aya ki mai kya kar raha tha. Maine bhi jhijhakti hui awaz mein kaha, “Kuch nahi, didi… aise hi letne aye the… thakaan ho gai hai.”

Fir Tinki didi ne apni panty kinaare feki hui dekhi. Aur doston, mai bhi apni underwear pehenna bhul gaya tha. Direct lower pehen liya tha to meri bhi underwear unhone dekh liya.

Uske baad unhone mujhe dekha aur 2-3 second tak dekhti rahi. Meri gaand fatt chuki thi. November ki thandi mein paseena ho raha tha. Wo samajh gayi ki kuch gadbad hai. Fir isse pehle ki wo mujhse kuch bolti, usko kisi ne niche se awaz diya to wo bahar jakar boli ke, “Ruko thodi der… aa rahi hoon.”

Fir wo andar ayi aur mujhse boli ki, “Ye tumne mera innerwear kyun nikala almari se?”

Doston, mujhe aisa lag raha tha ki ab to mai gaya. Ab ye sabko bata degi aur mai ghar mein maar khaunga aur pata nahi iske baad kya hoga mere sath.

Maine khud ko thoda samhala aur smartly bola, “Didi hum kyun nikalenge apka kapda?”

Fir usne bola, “Apni underwear bhi to nikale ho… Kya kar rahe the? Sach batao mujhe turant!”

Doston, wo thodi gusse wali bhi thi aur mai samajh gaya ki ab ye halla karegi. Maine turant uske paanv pakad liye aur rone laga. Maine kaha, “Didi, mujhe maaf kar dijiye didi… dimag mein kuch gandgi aa gayi thi didi. Agar aap mujhe smjha dengi to shayad meri gandgi saaf ho jaye didi…”

Wo shock ho kar mujhe dekhne lagi aur boli ki, “tum pehle uth kar baitho.”

Doston, mai uth kar bed par baith gaya aur sach mein rone laga darr ke maare.

Lekin doston, jaisa maine socha tha, yahan scene bilkul usse ulta ho gaya. Usne mujhse kaha, “Achha, to tum kuch ganda kaam kar rahe the? ”

Doston, mujhe laga ki, “Ye aise kyun bol rahi hai? Ye mere se kya ugalwana chaah rahi hai.”

Achanak fir uske bhai ne usko niche se awaz di. Doston, aap vishwas nahi karoge. Usme muskurate hue mujhse kaha, “Bholu, hum tumse baad mein baat karte hain. Lekin hume janna hai ki tum aakhir kya kar rahe the…”

Maine turant unse kaha, “Bilkul, didi… mai apko zarur bataunga lekin aap promise kariye ki aap kisi aur ko ye bilkul nahi batayengi…”

Doston, pata nahi kyun wo ekdum positive thi aur usne mere sir pe haath ferte hue mujhe bharosa dilaya ki mai nishchint rahun.

Doston, fir wo wahan se chali gayi aur mai bhi uske jaane ke baad niche chala gaya aur wahin aaspaas ghumta raha.

Shaadi dhumdham se jeet gayi aur usne mere sath shaadi mein dance bhi kiya jaise sabhi cousins kar rahe the. Ek bar ko mujhe laga ki shayad ye iske liye koi serious matter nahi hai aur ye is baat ko bhul gayi hogi. Kaafi mature hai ye. Aisa sochkar mai bhi relax ho gaya.

Doston, wo shaadi beet gayi. Vidai ho gayi aur agle hi din mujhe bhi wapas Lucknow jana tha kyunki mai us waqt wahin par job kar raha tha.

Mujhse Tau ji aur Tai ji ne pucha tha ki meri train kab ki hai to maine unhe bata diya tha ki, “Aaj dopahar 3:30 ki train hai.”

Mere papa mummy aur chhota bhai jo mere hometown se aye the wo bhi jaane wale the.

Din ke 12:30 par ghar ke haluwayi ne khana taiyar hone ka shor kiya aur sabhi log ground floor ke saamne lawn area mein khana khane jaane lage.

Doston, kyunki vidai ho chuki thi, log kaafi thake hue the aur zyadatar log chale bhi gaye the. Ghar mein abhi kaafi shanti ho gayi thi. Mai bhi khana kha kar thoda aram kar rha tha ki tabhi Tinki didi mere bagal mein aa kar baith gayi aur apna phone chalane lagi.

Dosto, maine jaise hi unki taraf dekha, wo mujhe dekhne lagi. Fir uhnone idhar-udhar dekha. Room mein ek taraf 3-4 buzurg hi the jo so rahe the. Tinki di ne mujhse tapak se pucha, “Han… to bholu, kal kya kaam kar rahe the tum, bataoge mujhe?”

Is baar uska muh thoda serious lag raha tha.

Doston, meri gand ek baar fir fatt gayi. Mujhe laga ki, “Ye ab kyun paglane lagi achanak?”

Maine ladkhadati hui zuban se kaha, “Wo…. Didi wo… Abhi yahan par kaise bataun matlab?”

Usne turant bola, “Dekho, hume kuch idea to hai lekin hum tumhare muh se sunna chahte hain…”

Doston, mai samajh gaya ki ab isko kuch to batana hi hoga. Ab ye to nahi bol sakta ki mai tumhari panty mein mutth mar raha tha to maine turant ek dusri story soch li. Maine kaha, “Didi, yahin batayen apko? Koi sun lega…”

Usne fir idhar-udhar dekha aur mujhse bola ki, “Suno, hum upar apne room mein ja rahe hain… 2 mins ke baad tum bhi aao.” Ye kehkar wo chali gayi.

Doston, ab pata nahi kyun mujhe ek ajeeb vibration feel ho rahi thi jisse mujhe kuch alag hi feel ho raha tha. Mai ab darr nahi raha tha. Mai bhi uske piche upar wale room mein chala gaya.

Jab mai upar pohcha to usne mujhe order dete hue kaha ki, “Darwaza poora khula rehne do.”

Maine bola ki, “Haan, didi… darwaa kyun band karenge?”

Fir usne bola ki, “Ab bolo kya tha kal.”

Maine usko thoda mimiyate hue bola, “Didi, wo actually mujhe pata nahi tha ki wo apki panty hai… actually kisi ladies ke undergarments kabhi dekha nahi tha, isliye dekh raha tha thoda pas se…”

Usne mujhe 2 second dekha, fir bola, “To apni underwear utaar ke meri dekh rahe the?”

Doston, mai thoda phas gaya aur maine bola, “Arey nahi, didi… wo to humne aise hi utara tha change karne ke liye.”

Fir doston, usne achanak mere lund pe hath rakhte hue bola ki, “Tumhari koi girlfriend nahi hai kya, bholu?”

Aaplog yakeen maniye, uska ye roop dekh ke mere badan mein jaise vibration hone lagi. Mai khushi se pagal ho gaya. Mere muh se ek baar nikla “didi”… Usne turant bola, “Chup raho… didi didi karte rahoge ky zindagi bhar?”

Wo khud uthkar room ke bahar gayi aur idhar-udhar dekhne ke baad room mein wapas ayi.

Doston, uske face par ek tez-tarrar Bengali aurat jaisa glow tha. Saari pehni hui makeup abhi utra nahi tha aur mai to bas yahi soch raha tha ki, “Maine kaun sa itna achha karm kiya tha pichle janm mein?”

Wo andar aakar boli, “Bholu, mujhe apna dikhao kitna bada hai…”

Maine turant pant srka ke apna lund uske samne rakh diya. Maine bola, “Tinki didi, isko apne sundar haatho se pakad lijiye… ye lund dhanya ho jayega…”

Meri ye baat sunkar wo thoda hansi aur mere lund ko apne haatho se pakad kar hilane lagi…

Fir kya tha dosto. Hum dono ne gandi se gandi baatein ki. Us din mera Lucknow jana bhi zaruri tha, isliye humne phone pe aage ki batchit karne ka plan kiya.

Halaki room mein usne mera lund apne hatho se hila ke ek behtareen mutth maar diya mera.

Wo Ahmedabad mein apne husband aur 2 bachho ke saath rehti hai. 2014 se leke 2025 aa gaya. Maine usko Ahmedabad jaakar karib 60 baar chodha hai aur usne to mujhe apni ek purani dost ko bhi chudhwaya hai jiski kahani mai bad mein bataunga. Humne FFM threesome bhi kiya aur ab jab bhi mann hota hai, hum phone sex kar lete hain.

Jab tak hum dono ki ikshayen rahengi, hum sex karenge. Uske baad, is chiz ko bhul jayenge. Yahi hum dono ne decide kiya hai.

In Forbidden Discoveries (Parts 1–3), Pallavi and her friend Rohini start with innocent curiosity. They end with forbidden exploration when the two secretly watch lesbian porn together. Their experiment with their sexuality leads to a sexual emotional bond and a sensual exploration of each other.

When Tanvi, more enticing than most cousins, discovered Pallavi and Rohini’s secret. She blackmailed Rohini into subservience and humiliated her into a passionate sexual encounter. The ramifications escalate into revenge, desire, and more sinister acts.

Pallavi lay on the bed, her heart racing in anticipation. Rohini had teased her throughout the entire evening, whispering hidden promises of something new, something exciting.

“Trust me, Pallavi,” Rohini had said, gently placing a blindfold over her eyes. “Tonight I want to surprise you.”

Pallavi shivered with glee. The thought of relinquishing control had produced a lasting thrill within. Pallavi felt the mattress shift as Rohini climbed on top of her. Pallavi quickly inhaled Rohini’s scent. Then she felt soft lips find her neck, which were trailing warm, yet slow, lingering kisses.

“Mmm…you’re already so excited,” Rohini cooed, but her voice sounded off.

Pallavi sighed, relaxing under Rohini’s familiar touch. The kisses on her neck and her fingering were exactly as she had expected, just like it had always been.

“Mmm… you smell so good,” Rohini–no, Tanvi–murmured as she breathed against Pallavi’s skin, warm and teasing.

Pallavi giggled, slightly flushed. “You’re teasing too much, Rohini…”

Tanvi smirked and kept her voice low and seductive, leaning heavily into Rohini’s playful attitude.

“I can’t help it, baby,” she said. “You are just so perfect underneath me.”

Tanvi let her fingers dance along Pallavi’s collarbone, drawing slow and lazy shapes down Pallavi’s stomach. Pallavi gasped, her body arching ever-so-slightly into Tanvi’s touch.

Tanvi smiled wider. She has no idea. Tanvi settled between Pallavi’s thighs, letting her breath feather across the bare, sensitive skin.

“Mmm… already wet for me,” she murmured, her finger lightly dancing over Pallavi’s slick folds, barely touching, just teasing.

Pallavi flinched, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Rohini… stop teasing me,” she whimpered.

Tanvi let out a smirk, sliding her tongue, moving along Pallavi’s delicious, dripping slit, enjoying every reaction. Pallavi turned (her head) back against the pillows, completely giving her body to Tanvi.

Tanvi thoroughly enjoyed licking, sucking, tasting every inch of heat Pallavi had to offer. She would get to her clit, tease it like a little candy, circling her tongue, but NEVER giving enough.

“Oh… oh my god…” Pallavi squealed, fingers digging into the sheets.

Tanvi pushed her tongue harder, licking until it was gone. She was drawing out the climax until Pallavi’s body was trembling, searching for more.

“Please… don’t stop…” Pallavi uttered between quick, desperate breaths, her thighs trembling against Tanvi’s head.

Tanvi gave a deep chuckle. This was her favourite part, her tongue flicking faster and faster now, her fingers tucked deep inside, curling perfectly. Pallavi let out a deep, broken moan as her body arched wildly.

She was so far gone, so far OUT of her mind in pleasure, so far swimming in sensation, she never even thought about the fact that something actually felt strange.

Tanvi’s body shifted, and suddenly Pallavi felt her slick heat against her own.

“Oh…” Pallavi moaned instinctively, and the sensations rushed through her.

Tanvi rolled her hips grinding their wet pussies together, just slickness on top of slickness now.

Pallavi gasped because the pleasure burned through her like fire. But then something flickered in the back of her mind.

Wait, Rohini never did this.

The thought was small, practically unheard over all the pleasure, but it was still present. Tanvi moved faster, rocking harder, easing out a low, husky moan, one that didn’t quite seem at all like Rohini’s.

Pallavi felt a rush of confusion now. Something was wrong. Her fingers, timidly still, slid upwards, from Tanvi’s waist to her chest.

She expected pink, heavy, soft breasts, Rohini’s heavy, soft boobs—the ones Pallavi liked to touch and squeeze. Instead, they were smaller. Firmer. Different. A cold realisation washed over Pallavi, through the lingering pleasure.

“Rohini?” Now her voice quivered, it shook, this time without pleasure—only a creeping dread.

Tanvi hesitated for half a second before recovering quickly and pressing down harder.

“Mmm… yes, baby?” she murmured, striving to sound light and sexy.

Pallavi’s heart pounded now, not from pleasure, but panic.  This wasn’t Rohini. This was someone else. Her stomach twisted.

“Say it,” Pallavi said, voice quivering. “Say my name.”

Tanvi laughed a low, husky laugh—one that didn’t sound like Rohini at all.

“Oh, baby, you’re so cute when you’re confused.”

The voice sent a cold bolt of ice through Pallavi. It sounded lower, more forceful. More cruel.

Her hands shot up to the blindfold. She pulled it off. And froze.

Her world shattered. Tanvi. Not Rohini.

Tanvi was sitting on top of her, smirking down at her like a queen who had just had her prey.

“Surprise, baby,” she purred, fingers still teasing over Pallavi’s trembling body.

Pallavi could not move.

Her body still tingled from the overwhelming pleasure she’d received, but her mind was screaming. ‘No. No. No.’

“What’s wrong?” Tanvi whispered, brushing a finger down Pallavi’s cheek. “You were moaning so sweetly just a second ago.”

Pallavi still couldn’t say anything. She felt naked. Exposed. And violated. And Tanvi was still touching her. In a sudden burst of will, Pallavi propelled Tanvi off her, their wet bodies parting with a gasp.

Tanvi staggered backwards. It was the first time there was an expression of surprise—she didn’t recognise it. Pallavi wouldn’t give her a moment of even more satisfaction.

Her body still pulsated with residual feelings, and she was still dizzy from the betrayal, but there was no way she would break—not right now, not in front of Tanvi.

With slow and measured movements, she gathered her clothes while giving no facial expressions that might give Tanvi any more pleasure.

Tanvi was watching her. She was waiting for Pallavi to shout, to cry, to take a swing at her. But Pallavi never uttered a single word.

She got dressed, turned and walked out-their silence was a greater insult. Tanvi’s arrogance faltered just a hint.

“You’ll be back, honey,” she yelled after her, attempting to disguise her discomfort with bravado. ​​”You can’t help it.”

Pallavi never looked back. But as she stepped into the hall, her palms had already gone into the fist position. Tanvi thought she had won. She was dead wrong.

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They lie down like that for almost 15 minutes. As they regain their senses, he begins to kiss her again.

Her hand runs down his chest to grab his dick. She surprised to grab a cock that’s nearly erect.

“Wow! You’re already hard. Looks like I’m going to get a another pounding” she utters shamelessly.

“I want you to resign to this job and join us as our chief executive. You’ll manage the schedules of me and my partner. You’ll travel with us and you’ll be accessible to me and my partner…24*7. Is that ok with you?” He asks

“I have no problem as long as what we’re doing now is part of my job description” she naughtily demands.

They both laugh and get back to where they left.

Two days later, Naz gets a call from his office. They say that she has to relocate to Hyderabad. She would be given a family accommodation and a vehicle with driver will be at her disposal. Her jaw drops when she sees her salary – it’s 3 times of what she’s currently getting and in addition there are many other perks like vehicle, fully furnished house and many more.

In a few weeks, she relocates with family and settles down. On the evening of her moving, she gets a call from his office “sir will see you at the office tomorrow morning at 11am. A car will pick you up at 10:15am. Please be ready.”

The next morning, Naz gets ready and is promptly picked up. As she enters the building, she sees that the company’s office is a huge 10-storeyed building.

The car passes the lobby, gets into the basement and stops at a security check point. The driver indicates that she needs to get down here.

As she passes the security, she enters the lobby that looks royal. As she enters the lift, she sees that it only has access to the top floor.

As she steps out of the elevator, she sees a plush lobby that has a bay with a receptionist and two couches for waiting. A sign board with pantry and washrooms written on it. Three rooms with roof sized doors – one has Board Room written on it, the other has her lover’s name and the third with the name Lohit Reddy written on it.

Naz approaches the receptionist. Even before she could say something, the receptionist pp points to Lohit’s cabin and says “please go in. Sir is waiting for you.”

As she walks in, Lohit looks at her and says “take off your clothes.”

She’s flabbergasted at that instruction. She gives a puzzled look.

Lohit understands her look and says “listen, Naz. I don’t know what was told to you. Your job is to please both of us. Also, you’ll use your charm for helping us secure some key contracts. Everytime you help us get a deal, 0.1% of the deal value is your commission. Each deal would be atleast 100 crores in value and there’ll be atleast one such deal every month. The commission will be over and above your salary. If you don’t like this job, you may leave now. We’ll help you get back to where you came from and your old job will also be given back to you.”

She thinks for a moment and then begins to remove her saree pallu. “Good girl” Lohit says as she finishes undressing.

He leads her to a simple wooden table which is 4ft in length and 3ft in width. “Lie down” Lohit says.

Lohit is very direct, dry and to the point in communication. His style indicates his arrogance. And Naz is loving the way he’s commanding. She finds obeying him is actually turning her on. She never knew that she loves being dominated.

As she climbs up and lies on the table, her back shivers a bit with the cold surface. On top of it, she doesn’t know what to expect. To fit onto the table, she folds her legs and places her feet on the edge of the table.

Lohit comes up to her and begins to tie her wrists and ankles to the legs of the table – as if she’s at a gynaecologist for examination. She’s taken aback by this. However, she doesn’t utter a word and decides to go with the flow.

He pulls a chair close to her legs and sits with his face close to her pussy. Naz expected him to do some foreplay before getting to where he is but he has other plans.

The surprise element is making her anxious and eager for what the next moment has in store for her.

His face is very close to her clean shaven pussy. “You’ll let me know when you’re about have an orgasm” he looks up and instructs Naz.

He spits over her cleanly shaven pubic area. His saliva starts to run down. He uses his fingers to massage it over her mound gently. This has an electric effect on Naz, she has goosebumps all over her body.

He begins to run the saliva over the pussy lips in a very gentle manner. Naz realises that she now has absolutely no control over her body and she absolutely loves it. Her boobs become firmer. The bumps on her areola become more prominent and nipples become more protruding. She lets out a gasp and hisses.

Lohit seperates the upper part of vulva with his right hand and exactly places his left arm forefinger on her clit. With all that’s happening, it is already firm and protruding. He begins to slowly run his finger around her clit in a circular clockwise motion.

Naz has a super sensitive body and she cums very quickly. In no time, her body starts to stiffen. “Keep doing, I’m cumming” she announces.

Lohit immediately pauses what he’s doing and waits for her to settle down. She catches her breath and says “why did you stop?”

Lohit doesn’t respond. He waits for her to calm down and gets back to what he wants to do. He pushes his right finger into her pussy and pulls it out instantly. Her sticky juices are on his finger.

He gently rubs it on her assole and inserts it into the hole. “Aaahhh” she shreiks at the unexpected turn. He keeps the finger there and slowly starts to run it in a back and forth motion. He then places his left forefinger on her clit and begins to stimulate it in a circular way.

Given the newness of this experience, in no time, her body begins to stiffen. She starts to pull her knees closer. And her breath begins to get deeper and more prominent. Lohit can make out that she’s at her peak and is nearing an orgasm. He instantly withdraws.

He’s really teasing her and toying with her body. She’s really upset that he’s not letting her climax. She’s unable to do anything as she’s tied up.

“Please! Don’t do this. Let me finish. I’ll do anything that you want” she begs. He doesn’t even bother to acknowledge her pleas.

He gets up from his chair and walks over to her head. He holds her by her shoulders and slightly pulls her closer to him so that her head is outside the table’s edge.

He then unzips his pant to take out his cock. It’s erect and dark. But what’s scary is it’s girth – she hasn’t seen a cock so thick.

He puts his palms under her head, gently lifts it up, brings the cock to her mouth and orders “suck it. I’ll finish in your mouth and you’ll swallow it all.”

What is striking about Lohit is that despite him being stern, he’s also caring – he takes every precaution to ensure that she’s not in any sort of discomfort or pain.

Naz opens her mouth to take the cock in. Her warm mouth engulfs the tool that could only go in partially. As he does it, his balls are over her nose and right in front of her eyes. He start to mouth fuck her – slowly to begin and picks up the pace.

She amazed at his stamina as even after a few minutes, he shows no sign of climaxing and her jaws begin to hurt. She can feel his cock becoming harder and his body stiffening after what seemed like an eternity. He grunts and shoots a load of his seed into her mouth. Though she tries her best to swallow the semen, some flows out of her mouth.

He waits with his cock in her mouth for a few moments. He pulls it out and zips up and Naz is shocked at that. She expected him to fuck her and help her cum. But Lohit unties Naz and tells her “dress up and leave for the day. I’ll see you tomorrow, same time.”

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This story is in continuation to the previous one where me and my friend were having a fun time in outdoors behind a rock in early morning. We were enjoying a lot and forgot to look out for anyone watching us. When we had our fun and got up to return, we were shocked to find 5 guys smiling at us. We were scared since the place was unknown to us and no one else was around at that time. Luckily, we did not carry any valuables or big cash. I thought they wanted money. They were kind of big build and there was no way we could fight them off or run away. I just hoped they take whatever little cash we had and leave us. When I offered them cash, they laughed. I told them this is all that we have. One guy said you have something else that we want. I told them I only have a mobile and nothing else. They again laughed. One guy came near me, spanked my ass and said this is what we want. I was standing stunned there. I was scared thinking if these people are planning for a gang bang. My hole was already sore with the fucking but that was fun too. This would be brutal if all these guys wanted to fuck me.

They said very clearly either you cooperate or we will have to use force. You cannot escape. If you try to shout or anything, more people will come and everyone will end up fucking you. So better be quite and let us do what we want. I realized there was no other option. I thought let’s get done over with this. Anyways there were two of us. So, I assumed they would split up and fuck us both. May be two or three will fuck me and another two will fuck my friend. But I was wrong again. They approached my friend and spoke to him. He said he mostly like to suck and fuck and was more of a top. They all looked at me and said tough day for you man. I told them I was not bottom and did not like to suck. They said they did not care. They wanted to fuck and that was what they liked. Before I could tell anything, the guy behind me pushed me gently against the rock and pulled down my pant and underwear together. He gave a tight slap on my ass. I screamed a little. I have a soft ass and he loved it. He was telling his friends that this ass is like soft bun. We got a good bitch today. He squeezed it for some time and started fingering me. Even though I got fucked just sometime back, my hole was getting tighter again due to the cold.

He used a little saliva and pushed one finger forcefully in. It hurt a little. He split my legs wider so that he could push one more finger in. With two fingers in, he started fingering me slowly opening my hole once again. He told rest of his friends that it’s pretty tight. I turned around and saw my friend was blowing one of the guys. I felt horny looking at them. Just then I came back to senses when I felt a cock on my ass. I could feel it was a thick one. In the cold weather, I could feel the hot rod waiting to tear me up. He pushed the cock head in gently. Then gave a hard push and the head went it. It kept it that way for some time and then slowly started pushing the entire length in. It was not too long but was thick and hard. My hole expanded because of this. I felt like the sides would tear. I held back screaming. Didn’t want others to hear and come running to see what was happening and join the fuck session. Once I got adjusted to his cock, he started fucking me hard. To my surprise, he shot his load very soon. I could feel his disappointment. He was telling his friends that the hole is very tight so he came soon. He gave me a spank once again expressing his disappointment and moved aside.

His other friend came and took his position. He first squeezed my boobs and nipples hugging me from behind. He didn’t waste much time and directly pushed his cock in by hole. His cock was smaller so it went in without much of an issue. He fucked for some time, spreading my legs wider so that he could penetrate deeper. He was occasionally squeezing my cock and balls. He pressed my balls hard to see my reaction on pain. He enjoyed it. Every few minutes he would pause fucking and squeeze and pull by balls. After sometime, he left my balls when he came inside my ass. It was such a relief when he left my balls. I was wondering what was happening with my friend. I noticed that he was enjoying with two other guys. Kissing, hugging, sucking and all. They were lying on the ground and enjoying. I was thinking if my friend didn’t fuck me, we wouldn’t be caught and I wouldn’t be in this position. He didn’t seem to mind and was enjoying.

Just then I could feel something warm on my nipples. One of the guys came in front of me and was sucking my boobs and biting my nipples softly. It was a bit painful but enjoyable too. As he was doing this, another guy came from behind and started pushing his cock in my ass. With all the previous fucking, my ass hole was bit opened up now so pain was not much. Because of this, the guy was able to push his cock in without much force. He had a good-sized cock. Long thick and hard. Luckily, he didn’t fuck me first else my hole would have been torn. He slowly pushed his entire cock in my hole. With every push of his cock, my boobs would be crushed in the mouth of the other guy. The other guy also held my cock while sucking my boobs. He was especially focusing and playing with my pink nipples. He was licking and biting my nipples. I felt pain and pleasure both from front and back. After fucking me for some time, the guys left me after he came inside me. One he left, I was holding the cock of the guy sucking my boobs. We were shagging each other.

He then came behind me. I understood he too wanted to fuck me. He was shorter in height so he asked me to go on my knees. He removed his t-shirt and placed on ground so that my knees won’t hurt. I went on my knees and was in horse position. To my surprise he started rimming me deeply, licking and biting my ass cheeks in between. He literally buried his face inside my ass. He also sucked and bit my balls in between. This made me horny. After sometime, he started fingering me while rimming me. It felt heavenly. It was like soothing my sore hole after all the fucking. One he was satisfied; he then came between my ass and placed his cock on the hole. Since I already felt his cock while shagging him, I knew it wouldn’t hurt much. Also with all the fucking, rimming and fingering my hole would have been opened up by now. With one push, his entire cock went in my ass. Since I was on my knees I almost felt down. I got back on my knees and hands and he held my ass to support now. Once we settled, he started fucking me slowly. He was literally riding me like a horse and fucking me like a dog. He held my hair firmly from behind and started ramming and fucking me hard and fast. I couldn’t keep up with him and occasionally lost balance. Every time this happened, he would pull my hair so that I get back to position quickly. Meanwhile with his other hand he was spanking me and squeezing my ass. I felt like he was riding me hard. Among all the fucking session I had today, he had the most stamina and rough sex too. After what seemed like never ending, he finally came with a big load in my ass along with a sharp slap on my ass. I fell down due to this. My ass and knees were bruised due to this. He fell beside me and was hugging me tightly from behind occasionally kissing my back. We lay in that position for some time.

Just then I felt another cock on my ass. This was the person who fucked me first. he said he loved my ass and wanted another round. I was totally exhausted by now but he didn’t bother. He simply lay beside me and pushed his cock in my ass and started fucking me. He lifted my legs a little to penetrate further and fucked me sideways for some time. The other guy lying beside me was sucking my boobs and squeezing my cock. I looked the other side and saw my friend was enjoying with other guys. One was sucking him while he was kissing and squeezing another guy. By now, by ass hole was numb and sore with all the fucking. The guy fucking me continued in couple of more positions and once even fingered me while fucking. I was too tired to shout and just endured it. Once he finished fucking, he left me and lay beside me. I could feel the satisfaction on this face this time. As if he made up this time for coming in too soon in first attempt. We all took rest for some time and them parted ways. They thanked me saying it was the best fuck they ever had. I simply smiled. I asked my friend to ride since I was tired and had a sore ass. He smiled and gladly accepted. We had breakfast and then headed back to our house. I didn’t realize that I had been fucked for almost two hrs continuously. Luckily, no one else saw this else I would have been fucked by the entire village.

Every time I travel to Nandi hills, I am reminded about this adventure and I keep looking out for the rock which started all of this :). After this incident, I wonder if I am a bitch or a slut…? Whether by choice or by circumstances…what do you guys think…??

Arjun was 27. Tall, confident, and successful, he lived alone in a modest but stylish apartment in Chennai. A structural engineer by profession, he was smart, efficient, and charming. The kind of guy people looked up to at work and liked to invite to parties.

Yet despite the constant swirl of activity in his social life, there was always a part of him that felt untouched. Alone. One late evening, he was lounging on his bed, lazily scrolling through Instagram, when a WhatsApp notification popped up.

“Hi”

No name. Just a number he didn’t recognize. Curious, he typed back.

“Who’s this?”

The reply came within seconds.

“Supriya. Do you remember me?”

He blinked. The name struck something faint in his memory. “Supriya?”

“Mami’s niece. I met you when you visited our village years ago.”

And then it clicked. She had been a kid then — maybe thirteen? Back when Arjun was a college student and had gone to attend his maternal uncle’s wedding. She was that quiet, dusky-eyed schoolgirl. She lingered in corners, too young to mingle with the adults but too poised to be ignored.

She had delicate features, long black hair, and a kind of innocence that had made her stand out even back then. He remembered a moment — brief but oddly vivid. She had been sweeping the floor in her home. He’d been sitting nearby, bored.

The way her top shifted as she bent made him glance more out of idle curiosity than anything else. He had noticed how flat her chest was. Her breasts barely developed. He quickly looked away, feeling awkward and guilty for even noticing.

Now, she was texting him from a college in Chennai. Apparently, she is in her third year. He smiled a little to himself how life looped back in strange ways.
“I was bored,” she typed, “and didn’t know who to message.”

Arjun, still unsure where this was going, replied politely. She was sweet, shy, and, from what he gathered, a little naive. She didn’t know much about the city, and her texts were filled with small questions.

What do you usually do when you’re bored? What do boys do alone? Why do men stay unmarried until 30?

At first, Arjun found her conversations bland. She came across as sheltered like someone still figuring out the world. But something about her persistence, her quiet curiosity, began to interest him. Not in a sexual way, not yet. But in that space between boredom and the unknown, where something new starts to form.

Days passed. They kept texting. And then, one day, he was in the shower, watching porn on his phone, stroking his cock lazily. Her message popped up.

“What are you doing?”

Frustrated, panting slightly, he typed back without thinking: “Masturbating.”

A moment passed. “What’s that?”

He stared at the screen, blinking. “You don’t know?”

“No. What is porn? What’s masturbating?”

He stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped a towel around his waist, and called her. “Are you seriously this dumb? Or just trying to mess with me?”

Her voice came through the speaker, soft and sincere. “I really don’t know. I didn’t grow up with all this internet stuff.”

He sighed. “Then Google it.”

She did. A few minutes later, his phone lit up. “Yuck. Why do you do that?”

“Because I get aroused,” he typed, now a little amused.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m turned on. I’m a man. I have a dick. It happens.”

Then, as if wanting to push the edge further, he sent her a porn link.
There was silence for a while. But from that moment, something shifted between them.

From that day on, their chats became more personal. Intimate. And confusing.
Supriya didn’t shy away from asking questions. She was like a child with a forbidden toy — scared of it but unable to stop reaching it.

Every day, she texted him:

“Did you masturbate today?”

“What porn did you watch?”

“Do men really do that every day?”

At first, it amused Arjun. He’d respond lightly.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Going to do it now.”

But then, something changed. One evening, she asked him if he was aroused. He replied honestly — “No. Not today.”

“Why not?”

“Just not into porn right now.”

“Then what would make you aroused?”

He hesitated. Then, he typed slowly. “Seeing a real girl. Feeling her skin. Her boobs. Her pussy. Everything.” He stared at the message before sending it. Once it was out, his heart thudded. Would she back off? Block him?

But she didn’t. Instead, she wrote: “What do you want to do to her?”
That text made his cock stir instantly.

And just like that, it began — an unspoken dance between experience and innocence. He described things to her. What a blowjob felt like. What a girl’s body looked like when she undressed slowly. What it was like to bury his face between her legs, to hear her moan.

He told her, one night, that he was masturbating to the thought of her asking him those questions. Her reply was short but telling: “I feel like I did something right.”

Arjun should’ve pulled back. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. She wasn’t teasing him. She was learning from him — and liking it. And part of him, the darker part, loved watching her awaken.

It was a long weekend coming up. Both of them were planning to visit their hometowns — by coincidence, on the same day. When he asked how she was travelling, she said by bus. Early morning.

“Skip the bus,” he offered.

“Ride with me. I’m driving.”

She hesitated. Then agreed. They planned it for 3:30 a.m. when the city would still be asleep. Fewer eyes. Fewer questions. More space. When she stepped into the car, fully covered, hair tied back, her breath visible in the chilly air, Arjun’s throat dried. She smelled like soap. And innocence.

She smiled at him, unsure but trying to hide it. They drove in silence for a while. Roads were empty. Lights dim. The inside of the car felt like a bubble, separate from the rest of the world.

And then, like a ritual now, she asked: “Did you masturbate today?”

Arjun laughed softly. “No. But… I feel like doing it now.”

She turned her head to look at him. “Now? While driving?”

He smirked. “I don’t know. I’m hard already.”

She blinked. “Then stop the car. I’ll get down. You do it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “If you get out, the mood’s gone.”

A pause. “Then what can I do?”

His breath caught. He said it as a joke, or so he told himself: “You can do it for me.”

She didn’t laugh. “Okay. Tell me how.”

His knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. He guided her hand to his lap. His cock was already straining against the fabric. Her fingers trembled as they undid the button and slid the zipper down. She fumbled, innocent and clumsy but determined.

When she pulled his cock free, it stood thick and pulsing in the dim light. Her gasp was soft — a mix of shock and something else.

“Now what?”

“Hold it. Stroke it. Slowly at first.”

She did. Her grip was unsure, but her touch was electric. The slow glide of her palm, the shy way she peeked at him — it was all too much. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Faster. Yeah… like that.”

After a few minutes, she asked: “How long does this take?”

“Sometimes… longer. Maybe it needs more.”

She didn’t understand. He looked at her carefully. “Maybe a blowjob.”

She paused. “I can’t do that. I’ll feel like throwing up.”

He nodded. “Okay. Then just your hand.”

But she didn’t let it go. A few minutes later, she said: “Let’s stop the car. Back seat. I’ll try.”

They pulled into a quiet lane, trees casting deep shadows. He turned off the headlights, the dashboard lights, everything. The world outside vanished. Just them. Breathing.

Supriya sat first in the back seat. He joined her, knees brushing. She took a deep breath and lowered her head. Her lips grazed the tip of his cock — warm, soft. But as soon as it touched her tongue, she gagged lightly and pulled away, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Hey,” he cupped her chin gently, “It’s okay. You tried. Just use your hand.”

She looked relieved. And this time, her strokes were more confident. She leaned in closer, her shawl slipping from her shoulder, revealing a flash of her collarbone. Her grip tightened. Her rhythm was built. He groaned, chest rising.

And then he cum — hard, hot pulses spilling over her fingers. For a moment, she sat still, watching it drip from her hand. Then she looked at him with a strange kind of pride. Not disgust. No shame. Just wonder.

Arjun, breathless, swiped some of his cum and, with a playful grin, dabbed it on her cheek. “Idiot,” she whispered, laughing quietly. She wiped her face with her shawl — not flustered, not angry. She didn’t rush to clean it, didn’t ask to go back. Just wiped and returned to the front seat.

When he followed her up, they sat in silence again. This time, it was not awkward but full of charged, unspoken understanding. He looked at her sideways.

“I only touched your right boob. What if the left one gets jealous?”

She didn’t look at him, just smiled and said, “Let it. You drive.”

But just before they reached her village, she took his hand, slid it inside her shawl, and placed it over her left breast. Her heart was racing beneath his palm.
“There. So you don’t feel bad either.”

That moment — small, simple, real — was when Arjun realized he hadn’t just fallen for her body. He was falling for her.

Hello doston, mera naam Rahul hai aur mein Delhi mein rehta hoon. Meri family mein mere mummy, papa, aur do behen hai, jinka naam hai Kanchan aur Preeti. Meri badi behn Kanchan badi hi seedhi ladki hai, bilkul hi gaay (cow) jaise, lekin Preeti haraamzadi hai.

To kissa shuru hota hai jab mein college mein entry li thi 1st year ke aur meri didi Kanchan (28) aur Preeti (24) apne-apne universities mein thi. Mein patla sa ladka tha, khaali ghar pe, lekin meri dono behne chubby-chubby si hai.

To humare ghar ke bathroom mein setting kuch is type hai ki wahan pe upar side ventilation ke liye space khaali hai aur wo open hota hai mere room mein, lekin thoda upar hai. To ek baar meri behn badi wali raat ko shampoo karne gyi to mere khaali mann mein khayal aaya, “Kyo na didi ko dekha jaaye?” Lekin question tha, “Dekha kaise jaaye?”

Phir mein ne kuch setting ki chair ko arrange kiya ki halka-halka bathroom dikh raha tha. To mein ne himmat karke darte-darte bathroom mein jhanka. Mere to hosh udd gaye. Maano, meri lottery lag gyi ho. Kanchan didi poori nangi thi – gora badan, bade-bade chuche. Mein ne mast muth maari didi ko kapde badalte hue dekh ke.

Phir jab didi bahar aayi, ab mein didi se nazre nhi mila pa rha tha. Aur phir ek muth maari sab kuch imagine karke. Bhai, mazaa aa gaya tha us din.

Phir, maano, mujhe bhoot sawaar ho gaya. Mein ne ek-ek karke sab ladies ko nanga nahate hue dekha. Sab ko dekh-dekh ke muth maari. Maze hi maze they life ke. Muth mein apni behno ko dekh ke hi maarta tha. Sabse jyaada maza to Preeti ko dekh ke aata tha; gora badan aur clean shave pussy aur underarms. Matlab, mazaa swarg, bhai log.

Phir ek din aaya meri zindagi mein jhatka. Kanchan didi naha rahi thi aur mein unhe dekh kar muth maar raha tha. Aur tabhi mere room ka darwaza khulta hai aur Preeti didi mujhe range hatho pakad leti hai. Meri gaand phat ke 4 ho jaati hai. Preeti kuch nhi bolti aur chali jaati hai.

Mein phataphat neeche utarta hoon aur bhagta hua Preeti ke pass jaata hoon, “Preeti sun… sun na ek baar.”

Preeti kuch nhi bolti aur aage jaati rehti hai. Mujhe to laga mera khel khatam, lekin Preeti ne kisi ko kuch nhi bola. Mujhe hairani hui, lekin khushi bhi hui. Phir kuch din to mein aur Preeti kuch bolte hi nhi hai. Aur mein ab nahate hue dekhna bhi band kar diya tha.

Ab thode din baad Preeti mujhe alag se room mein bulati hai. Meri gaand phat jaati hai, aur sochta hoon, “Ab to mein gaya.”

Preeti: Rahul, kab se kar raha hai ye sab?

Me: Kya?

Preeti: Maar thappad? Batao sabko?

Me: Are, nhi nhi… aage se nhi hoga.

Preeti: Kab se chalu hai?

Me: Thode din hue hai.

Preeti: Sabko dekha hai?

Me: Haan… almost sabko roj.

Preeti: Mujhe bhi dekha hai?

Me: Haan ji… ek do baar waxing karte hue bhi dekha hai… aur fingering karte hue bhi.

Preeti: Haraamzaade!!! Ye sab achhi baat hai??

Me: Nhi.

Preeti: Achaa… bata, mein jyaada sexy lagti hoon ya Kanchan?

Me: (Darte hue) Aap, aap fully waxed, chikni si… didi ke to baal hai sab jagah.

Preeti: Tera mann nhi karta kuch karne ka?

Meine unhi dino to biology mein chapter padhe the.

Me: Haan.

Preeti: Kar le jo karna hai.

Me: Kisi ko bolegi to nhi?

Preeti: Bolna hota to ab tak bol chuki hoti.

Meine uske boobs ko jaise hi pakda, mera lund ek dum khada ho gaya.

Preeti: Dekh, kaise khada ho gaya, chute hi.

Me: Mazaa aa raha hai.

Preeti ne mere lund pe haath rakha aur horny hoke chali gayi aur boli, “Badla to lungi mein.”

Ab thode din baad hume pata chala ki Kanchan ko kisi ladke ko dikhane ke liye Punjab jaana hai, lekin jaa khaali Kanchan didi, mummy, aur papa hi rhe hai. Preeti aur mere dimaag mein to khushi ki lehar daud padi thi. Phir ek raat Preeti aur mein terrace pe apni-apni fantasies share kar rahe the, and guess what, dono ki ek fantasy same nikli, “BDSM.”

Preeti: Ab tujhe mera slave ban’na padega.

Me: Iske baad kisi ko bolegi nhi, na?

Preeti: Na.

Meine socha, “Ban jayenge slave… kya hi karegi?” Lekin mujhe nhi pata tha kya kya kia hai isne.

Ab mummy, papa, aur Kanchan 6-7 din ke liye nikal liye, raat ko hi.

Preeti: Ready ho ja.

Me: Pagal hai… abhi se chalu ho gyi? Kal poora din hai.

Preeti: Ok, ye le Veet… aur clean kar extra hair.

Me: Jaa… tu bhi karle.

Phir meine apne underarms to lund ko clean kiya aur so gaya. Preeti bhi clean karke so gyi.

Agle din start hua. Preeti ne chutti leli university se, aur mujhe uthake boli, “Uth, behn ke lode.”

Me: Kya hua?

Preeti: Master hu mein teri aaj ke din, aur ab mein jo bolungi, tu karega… aur tera safe word hai “ORANGE.”

Me: Ok.

Preeti: Chal, ab nanga ho ja… aur mere next order tak nanga hi rahega tu.

Me nanga ho gaya aur Preeti mera lund dekh ke boli, “Sahi hai, average hai.”

Me: Tujhe kaise pata average…?

Preeti ne tez ke thappad maara mujhe.

Preeti: Chup kar, bkl.

Preeti ne mujhe haath upar karke darwaje se border se bandh diya, aur kuch der balls se kheli. Aur phir achanak se halke-halke thappad dick pe maarne lagi. Mujhe itni pain start ho gyi, bata nhi sakta. Lekin wo raand ruki nhi.

Ab Preeti ayi apne haath upar karke, aur boli, “Meri underarms chaat.”

Kam se kam 15-20 min ye sab chala. Meine bola, “Mujhe pani dedo,” lekin rand ne diya nhi, aur mein tadapta raha.

Phir mujhe khola, aur seedha bathroom mein le gyi, aur boli, “Idhar lait jaa.”

Meine lait gaya. Mujhe samajh nhi aaya. Phir Preeti mere muh pe baithne lagi, usne pyjama utara, apni panty neeche ki, aur seedha mutt ki dhaar mere muh pe. Mujhe kuch samajh nhi aaya, sab itna jaldi hua.

Phir Preeti boli, “Abhi latrine bhi karungi.”

Meine bola, “Orange, orange,” aur wo ruk gyi.

Preeti: Iski sajaa to milegi.

Me: Ab kya?

Preeti: Chal jaa… shower le ke aaio bahaar.

Meine shower liya, aur Preeti boli, “Khaana kha le.”

Phir humne khaana khaya. Preeti ne top aur panty pehni hui thi.

Me: Top utar de.

Preeti ne top utar diya. Kya nazaara tha! Gore-gore chuche, black bra mein chupe hue. Jaise hi mein nazaare ke maze le raha tha, ek thappad achanak se aaya Preeti ka mere muh pe.

Preeti: Bhosdike! Mujhe mat bata, kya karna hai. Jaldi khaana khaa, phir aur bhi kaam karna hai. Aur haan, 7 bje tak hi sazaa milegi.

Phir humne khaana khaya, aur Preeti ne meri ball ke pass 2 clothepins baandhi. Bada dard hua, aur boli, “Ulti lait jaa, gaand upar karke.”

Uske baad, pata nhi Preeti kya laayi. Pehle usne khaali ek ungli daali gaand pe, phir usne shayad bailan tha, jo meri gaand mein jitna jaa sakta tha, wo daal diya. Usne itna ghehra daal diya tha ki usme se halki-halki latrine lagi hui nikili, aur Preeti boli, “Isko muh mein daal.”

Meri waise hi gaand phati padi thi, dard ho raha tha, behoshi aa rahi thi, Preeti gaand pe thappad alag maar rahi hai, aur bailan bhi muh mein daal rahi hai. Meine jaise-taise latrine wala bailan le liya muh mein, aur mujhe ulti honi shuru ho gyi, aur mein behosh ho gaya.

Meri aankh khuli 9 bje shaam ko; dekha Preeti bra mein baithi hui thi, aur boli, “Aa gaya mazaa? Chal jaa… ho gaya mera badla poora. Lekin haan, ye ulti saaf kar dio.”

Meine gaya, jaise-taise tedi-medhi chaal mein, bathroom. Kasam se, poora sharer dard kar raha tha. Phir agle din to meine poora rest liya, aur shaam ko dinner ke time hum baat kar rahe the.

Me: Tera mann nhi karta sex ko?

Preeti: Mera to bada mann hai… mera to bf bhi hai… lekin hum kahan karenge?

Me: Yahan karle.

Preeti: Achaa ji? Tu jaake bol dega??

Me: Tune bhi to nhi bola kisi ko.

Preeti: Haan… lekin meine badla le liya na?

Me: Meri bhi 2 sharte hai.

Preeti: Bol.

Me: Mujhe bhi master ban’na hai… aur dusra, jo bhi hoga, mere saamne hoga.

Preeti: Pagal hai tu.

Me: Soch le, kya karna hai… waise bhi, din kam hai humare pass.

Preeti: Theek hai, mein sochungi… lekin tere saath intercourse nhi karungi.

Me: Haan.

Ab jaaniye, kya Preeti maanti hai meri 2 sharte, aur kya hota hai aage agle parts mein.

Agar aapko kuch puchna ho, ya mujhe feedback dene ho, to mujhe mail karna. I’ll try my level best to reply to you all. Aur agar aap yahan tak aa gye ho, to feedback jaroor dena. Kahani 90% sach hai.

Thanks.

Normally, I’d never act so bold, so… what’s the word, naughty? But I was actually angry. My husband had agreed to this party without even asking me. I could see he wasn’t picking up on my signals. Those glares I shot him? He missed them completely.

I felt like he was offering me up to these men. I decided, chalo, I’ll show him. Maybe teach him a lesson for not thinking about me. I kept dancing, and, my goodness, I could feel the eyes on me. I’d never been watched like this before like I was performing on a stage.

Soon, another guy joined in, so it was me with two of them. We were dancing so close, their hands starting to roam over my body, feeling me through the thin fabric of my dress. I was so turned on, I won’t lie—my nipples were hard, my face all flushed, a bit of sweat on my neck.

One guy was behind me, the other in front, sandwiching me as we moved together. It was so fucking intense and erotic. The man behind me had his hands on my hips, slowly inching my dress up over my bum. I knew it was happening. I encouraged it, glancing over my shoulder at him with a smile.

I was caught up in the moment, but deep down, I was also making a point to my husband. I could see him standing off to the side, just watching. Part of me wanted him to step in, to stop this, but he didn’t. He just stood there, looking torn, maybe even turned on.

I was confused, angry, and yet swept away by the heat of it all. This wasn’t the honeymoon I’d imagined, stuck in that cheap resort. But here I was, caught in this wild moment, not sure where it was going. Everything was happening so fast that I couldn’t even think straight.

My dress was already pulled up past my waist as I danced between these men, caught in the heat of it all. I was shimmying, lost in the music. I raised my arms—almost like a signal—and the guy behind me just lifted my dress right off over my head.

He tossed it aside, and suddenly, I was stark naked. The other men let out loud cheers, egging me on. In no time, all five of them crowded around me. Their hands were everywhere, touching, groping. I was so caught up that my exhibitionist side took over.

I even started unbuttoning one guy’s shirt to help him out. I could feel my husband’s eyes on me, and I knew this wasn’t me, not the usual Priya. But I was angry, still burning from him dragging us to this party without asking me. I wanted him to see what happens when he doesn’t think about me.

They lifted me and laid me on my back on the pool table. My heart was racing. The first guy who’d stripped climbed on top of me and started kissing me. I kissed him back, pulling him closer by his neck. My head was spinning from the drinks and the thrill. I whispered something to him.

God, I can’t believe I told him to let me suck him off. He got up on his knees beside my face, and I leaned up, taking his large dick into my mouth. He grabbed my head, moving hard like I was just there for his pleasure. I could sense my husband watching, probably shocked. But I was too far gone to stop.

Another guy climbed onto the table, grabbed my thighs, and spread them wide. He pushed himself into me, and I was so wet you could hear it as he moved in and out. I’ve always had these intense, gushing orgasms. Right there, in front of everyone, I was having one, my body shaking.

I was lost in it, but part of me was screaming inside. This wasn’t what I’d planned for our honeymoon. The guy I was sucking suddenly pulled out and started stroking himself fast. I told him I wanted his cum on me—something I’d never even said to my husband.

But tonight, I was different, almost like I was playing a role. I hoarsely told him to cover my face, and he did. Streams of it landed on my cheeks and forehead. I opened my mouth, catching a taste, then sucked the last drops from him, feeling wild, reckless.

The guy fucking my pussy sped up and finished, filling me up. Thank God I was on birth control, or so I hoped my husband remembered. Another orgasm hit me, stronger this time, as I felt it all. I was in a haze, barely processing. The two guys moved aside, and two more took their place.

Their hands and bodies are all over me. I was in some kind of ecstasy and kept telling them to keep going, to keep fucking me. One guy lay on his back on the table, and I climbed on top, lowering myself onto him. His dick slid into me, still dripping from before.

Then another guy got behind me, using the wetness as lube, and slid his cock into my ass. I’d never done this before—never even thought about it with my husband. But I was delirious, wiggling my hips to meet his thrusts, letting him go deeper.

He grabbed my hips, pounding hard. I couldn’t believe my body could take it. Soon, he finished, too, leaving me trembling and overwhelmed. I knew my husband was watching, and part of me wanted to stop, to scream at him for letting this happen.

But I was also caught up, showing him what his choice had led to. This wasn’t the honeymoon I’d dreamed of. But at that moment, I was someone else, someone wild. And I wasn’t sure how to come back.

Everything was a blur as if I were caught in some wild dream. The last guy saw his chance as the others moved away. My body was still trembling from what had just happened. He climbed onto the pool table and came at me from behind, sliding into my already loosened asshole.

It was so easy for him, with cum dripping out of my holes. He didn’t hold back, pounding hard. I couldn’t believe it—he slipped a couple of fingers in my ass, too, tightening things up. I was moving with him, pushing back, lost in the heat of it all.

Maybe I wanted more. Maybe I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. I was so far gone, driven by this mix of pleasure and anger at my husband for letting this happen. I glanced back at him and, in a haze, told him to let me taste myself.

He looked over at my husband as if checking if it was okay, but I didn’t care. My husband just shrugged. The guy pulled out, crawling over to shove himself into my mouth. In moments, he was finishing, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed it, licking him clean.

I was consumed by this reckless version of myself. Then I turned to the guy I’d been straddling, taking him in my mouth, too, demanding his cum, my voice hoarse. I worked him until he erupted, catching it all, squeezing out every last drop as he shook with pleasure.

I don’t even know how many times each guy had their turn—twice, maybe more? My body was a mess, cum dripping from everywhere, matting my hair, streaking my face, dripping off my breasts. They were red from all the exertion. I’d never been like this, never imagined I could be.

I was proving something to my husband, showing him what his choice to come here had unleashed. But it was overwhelming me, too. The room went quiet, everyone catching their breath. They helped me off the pool table. I collapsed onto the tile floor, leaning against a pillar, completely spent.

My body was slick with sweat and cum, my mind foggy, like I was half-conscious. I barely noticed my husband stumbling over, pulling out his dick, expecting me to give him a blowjob. I glared at him, my eyes burning with anger. “No,” I said, my voice cold.

After everything, he thought I’d do that for him. I’d given myself to strangers to teach them a lesson, and now he wanted me to act like nothing had changed. I was done. Then, out of nowhere, he started pissing on me—starting at my stomach, moving up to my chest, my face.

I was shocked but also furious. Was this his way of showing disgust? Or control? I don’t know why, but when I realised what was happening, I opened my mouth, letting it happen, swallowing as I stared up at him, like I was saying, “You want this? Fine.”

The other men joined in, all of them pissing on me, from my feet to my face. I let them, offering my mouth, drinking more than I thought possible. My hair was plastered to my head, piss pooling on my belly, my body glistening. Then, in the middle of it, I did something I didn’t expect.

I rubbed myself hard and fast. A final, earth-shaking orgasm tore through me as the last of their piss hit my face. I was kinkier than I’d ever known, but it was like I was someone else entirely. I lay there, sprawled in puddles of piss, cum oozing from me, utterly exhausted.

The guys started leaving, grabbing their clothes and looking for a place to crash. The host called security to assist me in getting into the SUV for the ride back to the hotel. They half-carried me to the back seat, still naked, and I passed out instantly.

My husband grabbed my crumpled dress and got in the front, telling the driver where to go. I didn’t know it then, but he tossed my dress out the window as we drove. He must’ve been grinning, thinking I’d have to walk naked through the hotel in front of strangers again as some kind of punishment.

He thought I was a dirty slut, didn’t he? Maybe I was at that moment, but it was his choice that brought us here. I’d shown him what happens when he doesn’t listen to me, but at what cost?

To be continued.
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