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This is a story of Raghu and his orthodox Mom, Manju. Raghu’s family consisted of four people – Raghu, his mother Manju and his grandparents. Raghu was 10 years old when his father died in a car accident. His grandparents took them in right after his father’s death.

Raghu was 22 years old now and was in his final year of engineering. He was blessed with a 7-inch-thick cock and a high sex drive. He had a hard time maintaining girlfriends due to the thickness of his dick. The girls would scream in pain as they were not accustomed to taking in the size of his cock.

His widowed mother, on the other hand, lost her husband when she was 34. She barely ever thought of sex after her husband’s death. All her energy was spent on raising Raghu. She was always strict and made sure Raghu was raised with discipline.

Manju was now around 46. She had a nice rack of 34DD and would still turn heads when she walked on the streets.

They lived in a 3-bedroom house. Their grandfather slept in the smallest room, their grandmother in one room, and Raghu and his mother slept in another room. Raghu slept on a double bed, while Manju slept on a folding bed next to him.

On one Diwali day, Raghu’s Uncle and family came home to celebrate the festival. Raghu’s uncle Nilesh was an army officer. His aunt Raji was a psychologist. Their son Mohan was 19 years old and was in the first year of his B.Tech.

That night, after the celebration, they were about to leave. But they found out there was an issue with their car and decided to stay back. It would mean Aunt and Uncle sleeping in grandmother’s room. Grandmother would sleep on the folding bed.

Manju, Raghu and Mohan (in that order) are adjusting on the double bed.

Raghu was tired after the celebration and went to sleep immediately. Raghu liked sleeping early because Manju was a heavy snorer. He always found it hard to sleep when his mother fell asleep first. Manju finished her daily chores and slept a bit later.

Raghu had a dream that he was fucking one of his college teachers. He imagined he was squeezing her boobs and woke up suddenly. His right hand was under the pillow, but his left hand was on his mother’s soft navel.

He realised that while imagining that he was squeezing his teacher’s boobs, he was actually squeezing his mother’s navel. He immediately felt guilty. As he was about to take his hand off, he looked up and saw his mother’s face. Her eyes were closed, but she was not snoring.

Raghu could not believe it. His strict orthodox mother was actually awake and enjoying his touch. He looked a bit down; her saree pallu had fallen between her massive tits, and her 34DD boobs were heaving. His 7-inch dick was completely erect and started to throb.

He decided he wanted to see how far he could go. So, he slowly placed his hands on her boobs to see if there was a reaction. Her breathing got heavier, but her eyes were still closed. Encouraged by her lack of response, Raghu’s fingers curled, gently cupping her breast.

He felt the weight of it, the softness yielding to his touch, and a thrill shot through him as he realised she was not wearing a bra. His thumb brushed against her nipple. He felt it harden beneath his touch, a response that sent a jolt of excitement through his body.

Raghu slowly moved Manju’s saree pallu. His eyes were now fixed on his mother’s tits. He could see her cleavage through the already unbuttoned top blouse button. He reached out with his fingers trembling slightly as he unbuttoned the top two buttons.

With each button undone, more and more of her bare skin was revealed. Manju let out a small gasp with her eyes still closed as Raghu’s fingers slid into her almost open blouse. He paused as his thumb grazed the curve of her breast; the softness of her enormous, juicy tits made his cock pulsate.

He started to knead his mother’s left breast. He lifted his head to see that Manju’s eyes were still closed. She moved her face further away from him and was now completely to her right. Raghu looked around. Both his grandmother and cousin were sleeping, and their backs were turned to them.

This gave him the courage to slowly pull back the blouse on top of his mother’s right boob. He looked at his mother as he opened his mouth wide to engulf her dark areola. Feverishly, he started slurping his mother’s right tit while he squeezed her left tit.

Manju was biting her lips, unable to bear the pleasure coursing through her body. Raghu’s left leg was soon on his mother’s thighs, his left hand squeezing her left breast, rolling her areolas between his fingers as he slurped her large tit.

His dick formed a giant tent in his shorts and was now resting on his mother’s thighs. Raghu suddenly felt his mother’s hand move, and he looked up to see her reaction. Manju, with her face turned in the opposite direction, lifted her son’s hand. She placed it on her saree next to her navel.

Raghu did not understand the meaning of this. She did push his face away; she did move his leg. He stayed there for a full minute when he heard his Mom whisper, “Lower!” Raghu was shocked and excited to know how horny his Mom was.

With a small smirk on his face, he slid his left hand inside her saree. His hand moved through her small bush. She wasn’t very bushy compared to other girls he fucked in his college. He then moved further down and felt her soft thighs. He parted them with his hands and locked her leg between his legs.

Her inner thighs were already wet. He could feel the wetness on her petticoat on top of his hand. Raghu moved his finger slowly into his birthplace. He exclaimed at how wet and oozing with pussy oils his mother’s creamy pussy was.

He pulled his wet fingers from his mother’s saree and smelled them. The aroma of his mother’s pussy juice made him crazy. He put his fingers closer to his mother’s nose, and she turned further away into her pillow. Smiling, he licked his mother’s pussy juice on his fingers and slid it back inside her saree.

Raghu opened his mother’s pussy lips with four fingers. He moved his fingers a little and found her G-spot. Manju gasped a little when he first circled his fingers on her clit, but then bit her lower lip to calm herself. Raghu continued to finger his mother’s pussy, as he started slurping her tits again.

His dick was now threatening to explode, and he wanted relief. He looked up and confirmed that both his cousin and grandmother were still sleeping. He slid his hand out of his mother’s saree. He pulled his shorts down and pulled out his stiff, aching cock.

He placed his hand on his mother’s hand, which was now resting on her stomach. He lifted her hand and placed it on his dick. Manju shuddered when she touched her son’s cock, she was instantly aware of what she was touching. Raghu started to jerk his cock using his mother’s hand.

He slowly let go of his hand and saw as Manju continued to fist her son’s meaty organ. Raghu smiled and placed his leg on his Mom’s thigh to open her legs as he slid his hands back into his birth hole. For the next 10 minutes, both Mom and son continued to rub each other’s love parts.

Raghu kept sliding three of his fingers inside his mother’s pussy channel as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He removed his fingers a couple of times to lick them. They were filled with the fuck cream that was oozing out of his mother’s pussy depths.

Soon, Manju started to increase the speed of her jerking. Raghu could feel his mother’s loins swelling up, making her pussy hole tighten around her son’s finger. Both mother and son climaxed together. Raghu shot hot loads of jizz on his mother’s navel, her blouse and her cheek.

He bit into her boobs as he climaxed. He removed his hand from her saree and placed it on her navel, pulling her closer. His head soon rested on her fleshy tit. Manju burst lusciously into orgasm as creamy juice oozed. Her pink wall spasmed and spewed, making her petticoat wet.

It was a few minutes before the spasms stopped. Overwhelming guilt, shame and disgust returned to her. Now that she had succumbed to the touch of her own son. Raghu went to sleep at once with his dick out and his head on her boob.

She slowly pulled his shorts up without looking and moved his head on the pillow. With deep shame, she wiped her son’s cum on her clothes and her face with her pallu. She slowly hooked the buttons on her blouse, covered her blouse with her saree, and closed her eyes.

She could not understand what came over her to let her son touch her and do all the unspeakable things he just did. All she knew was that a deep lust came over her when he first touched her, a touch she had missed over the past few years.

But this was wrong. She did not know how she was going to face him tomorrow. To be continued.

Hey ISS folks! I am Rohan. This is my first series ever. I am extremely excited to bring it to you. Some of it is fantasy, and some of it is real.

Let’s begin!

Every bond begins with vows. Some are spoken out loud, promises of love, loyalty, forever. Others are whispered in secret, the hungers too raw to confess, the cravings too filthy to name. Together they form the split truth of desire: the love that anchors, and the lust that unravels.

Most couples pretend that the two can never coexist. They cling to safety, or they surrender to ruin, never daring to imagine both. But some discover that their truth is too big for two. Some cross the line, and in crossing, they bring in a third. Not to replace, but to complete.

For those who stumble into it, who dare to love with the heart, burn with the body. The result is something beyond marriage, beyond fidelity, beyond sin. It is love and ruin bound together, filthy and sacred at once.

Rohan and Shweta were one of those rare couples that people envied. They always felt they were enough for each other. They’d been each other’s firsts. High school crushes turned college lovers turned husband and wife. At thirty, with three years of marriage, they still couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

The sex was good. Better than good. But the trust was even better. That was the foundation that made their fantasies dangerous. Shweta would sometimes tease, whispering filthy scenarios in bed, testing how far her husband’s mind would go. And Rohan, he never pulled away. If anything, he leaned in.

Aarav had met Rohan five years earlier at work. Two MBAs fresh out of school and already making names for themselves. They were the guys who worked insane hours, closed impossible deals. They then went drinking until dawn.

Somewhere between deadlines and hangovers, Aarav had become more than a colleague. He was a brother.

Like Rohan, Aarav was also married to his first and only. He and Priya had fallen in love in college, married at twenty-seven, and now, at thirty-two, had five steady years behind them.  Priya was gentle, grounded, not the type to push edges. She loved her quiet evenings, her books, her little world.

She liked Rohan and adored Shweta. But when the group vacationed together, it was Aarav who was always dragging the rest out to bars, pools, and adventures. Priya often stayed back, content in her calmness.

Those vacations had been a test of restraint. The women in bikinis, tanned, laughing, wet from the pool or the sea. The men pretended not to notice too much. Except, of course, they did. There were glances over sunglasses, conversations after midnight with whiskey glasses in hand.

Rohan had once nudged Aarav, whispering, “You know you’re lucky as hell, right?” and Aarav had smirked, shooting back, “Look who’s talking. Your wife has every man at this resort breaking their necks.” They laughed it off, always pulling back before it could go further.

But the thought lingered.

None of them intended to cross any lines. They were content, each anchored in the certainty of their marriages. Each trusting that the bonds they’d built were enough. Desire wasn’t a threat, only a current that passed quietly beneath the surface. Never strong enough to pull them off course.

But life has a way of testing the boundaries people believe are solid. Sometimes it isn’t dissatisfaction that pushes the edges. It’s curiosity. Not a search for something missing, but a stumble into something unexpected. And once the unknown is glimpsed, it cannot be unseen.

None of them had ever been with anyone else. Each had married the first body they’d touched, the first lips they’d kissed.

Until that night. Friday.

Priya was away on an official tour, a month-long endeavour of flights and meetings. Aarav hated the empty house, the lonely bed. So, he texted Rohan.
“Bored as fuck. Dinner and wine at yours?”

When Rohan read it aloud, Shweta grinned. “Tell him to bring something good. I’ll cook.”

By the time Aarav arrived, bottle in hand, the house was wafting with the smell of chicken biryani. Aarav loved Shweta’s biryani, always hogging it by the ladle.

That night, Shweta was barefoot in a little dress, hair tied up carelessly, looking casual but devastating. Rohan noticed the way Aarav paused when she opened the door. His grin faltered for a fraction of a second before returning.

Dinner was easy at first. work stories, Priya updates, teasing Shweta about her cooking. But as the wine poured, the air thickened. Shweta laughed louder, leaned in closer. Rohan noticed Aarav’s eyes flick down her dress once, then twice.

At one point, she bent to pick something off the floor, her dress riding up high. Rohan smirked at Aarav’s averted gaze, catching the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Relax, man,” Rohan teased, low enough for only Aarav to hear. “It’s just Shweta, she’s cool.”

Aarav chuckled nervously, shaking his head. “Don’t tempt me.” But Shweta caught their exchange, her eyes narrowing playfully. “What’s this? Talking about me behind my back?” Rohan smirked, swirling his glass. “Just admitting you look incredible tonight.”

She rolled her eyes, but the pink in her cheeks betrayed her. “You’re drunk.” Aarav’s throat bobbed as he drained his wine, avoiding her eyes. But the silence that followed said what none of them dared. The line was there, right in front of them. And tonight, it may be crossed.

The wine had been opened, glasses clinking lazily as the three of them drifted from the dining table to the couch. The city hummed outside the windows, faint and distant. But inside the room, the air was dense with something else entirely.

Shweta curled into the corner of the couch, her short one-piece riding slightly higher on her thighs. She shifted nervously, smoothing the fabric. But every small move just made her legs look longer, her curves more pronounced. The air was light, but charged like something unspoken hung in the room.

Rohan sat right beside her, casual, but with a gleam in his eyes. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek. “You look incredible tonight, Shweta,” he said warmly.

Her lips curved, a shy smile tugging. “Rohan. Stop it. You’re embarrassing me,” she murmured, though the little blush that crept onto her cheeks betrayed her pleasure. “Am I?” He smirked. “Or maybe you like the attention.”

Across from them, Aarav shifted uncomfortably. He nursed his drink, glancing at Shweta quickly before looking away. “I…uh… you look really nice tonight,” he muttered, almost too quiet to hear.

Shweta raised an eyebrow. “Really nice? That’s it?” Rohan chuckled, nudging his glass toward Aarav. “Come on, man. That’s the best you’ve got? Say what you actually mean. We’re not in the office here.”

Aarav shifted, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes darted toward Shweta’s legs, then away just as fast. Inside, his chest was a storm. He could see Priya’s face in his head. Kind, trusting, the way she kissed him goodbye before her trip.

And here he was, fighting an internal battle about how to appreciate his best friend’s wife’s attractiveness. He was trying to control the slight twitch he felt in his pants. What the fuck am I doing?

Aarav gave a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know if I should. I might go too far if I’m honest.”

“Oh, that’s exactly what I want,” Shweta teased, biting her lip. Her eyes glittered as she leaned back into the couch, stretching her legs just enough that her dress rode higher. Shweta and Priya loved to tease the guys with their curves.

But today, her stomach was full and her head tipsy with the wine. She felt daring, maybe dangerous as well. Rohan grinned. “Don’t hold back now. We dare you.”

The challenge hung between them, making the air heavier. Aarav’s stomach twisted, guilt and lust tangling into something sharp. He thought of Priya again, but his eyes fell back on Shweta. The curve of her body, the way the outline of her areolas pressed against her dress, the pink flush on her cheeks. His restraint cracked.

Aarav’s throat bobbed. His gaze lingered on Shweta’s thighs before darting back to her face. A flush crept over his cheeks. “Alright, if you really insist.” He hesitated, the words sticking in his throat. “There’s something about the way you carry yourself. Every move. The curve of your body. It’s intoxicating.”

Shweta’s breath caught. But then something else stirred, deep in her chest. She had never thought of herself as the kind of woman who would ever find herself in this position. From the time she was a girl, she had believed in the old-school fairytale — one man, one love, one life. No diversions, no temptations.

She had married her first kiss, her only crush, and she had worn that loyalty like a crown. Her body had only ever belonged to Rohan. For her, that had been intoxicating enough. The joy of keeping herself for him, of building a bond out of absolute trust and ruthless honesty.

They had shared every dark secret, every tiny shame, until their relationship was not just marriage but a fortress of friendship. So when Aarav’s words landed, when another man dared to call her body intoxicating, it rattled that fortress. A river of guilt, of strangeness, shot through her.

‘This isn’t me. this isn’t what I believe in.’ But then she felt it, the warm, steady weight of Rohan’s arms still curled around her, his chest pressed to her back, his breath calm against her ear. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t threatened. He was here with her, nudging Aarav, coaxing him, guiding the moment.

This wasn’t betrayal. This wasn’t breaking vows. This was her husband daring her to play in a space she never thought she’d enter. But somehow, with both of them here, it didn’t feel wrong. It felt like another secret to share. Another adventure to store in the vault of trust she and Rohan had built together.

Her eyes softened, her body melting into Rohan’s hold. Aarav’s compliment reverberated through her. For the first time in her life, she allowed herself to enjoy the thrill of being seen by another man — not as a replacement, not as a rival to Rohan.

But as an extension of the intimacy, she and her husband had always shared. If he’s with me, if he’s the one holding me through this. Then maybe even this can be ours too. Shweta’s breath caught, the heat of his words making her shift against the cushions. “Oh. Aarav.”

For Rohan, something was shifting inside him on hearing Shweta groan his best friend’s name. Something slow and seismic. He had never once imagined he would enjoy another man staring at Shweta. In fact, the opposite. He had treasured how classical she was in her romance, which mirrored his own.

He had loved her purity of focus. The way she had never once entertained attention from anyone else. That had been his security: knowing she was his, through and through. To him, she was the epitome of femininity — not just her beauty, but her spirit, her loyalty, her steady hand on his shoulder.

She had taken a boy fresh out of graduation, failed, flailing, ambitionless. She forged him into a man, a husband, a provider. That bond had been his anchor, his pride, his reason to brag about her every chance he got. Just holding her hand in a crowd, just hugging her in a gathering, used to make his cock stiff.

She used to tease him, laughing about how he never even glanced at other girls, and she was right. Why would he, when his wife was the most beautiful woman alive?

But now, his best friend stared at her body and voiced the awe he himself felt daily. Rohan didn’t feel threatened. He didn’t feel rage. He felt proud. A swell of ownership, of filthy pride, that someone he trusted with his life was admitting aloud what Rohan had always known: that Shweta was intoxicating.

If it had been any other man, Rohan would have cracked his jaw without hesitation. He had once done years ago, when some fool dared brush too close to her in a bar. But this wasn’t some fool. This was Aarav. The friend who was closer than a brother.

The only man Rohan felt safe enough to let this line blur with. And Shweta didn’t recoil, didn’t bristle at Aarav’s compliment. She accepted it with trembling lips. It told Rohan this wasn’t a betrayal of their loyalty. It was an extension of it. A new form of intimacy, twisted and dirty, but still theirs.

Rohan smirked and nudged Aarav. “That’s all? Come on. Be explicit. Tell her what you’re really staring at.”

Aarav shook his head, laughing nervously. “No, no, if I do that, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Shweta leaned forward, naughtier than usual, her eyes locked on him. “That’s exactly what we want. I want to hear it. I dare you.”

Aarav exhaled shakily, eyes darting between the couple. “You’re both crazy for pushing me like this.”

Rohan smirked. “Or maybe we just know what you’ve been dying to say.” He took Shweta’s hand, guiding it casually up her own thigh. It was to remind Aarav where his eyes kept wandering.

Aarav sat back sharply, running his hands through his hair. His chest heaved like he’d just run a race. Guilt punched him hard in the ribs. He wasn’t the kind of man who’d ever entertained the idea of being with someone outside his marriage.

How could he? He had grown up watching his parents, a marriage of iron and tenderness, decades of fidelity. The kind of bond he had always hoped to mirror with Priya. And in so many ways, he had. He and Priya had their own easy rhythm.

The kind where he could nudge her about a pretty woman in the gym, and she’d roll her eyes and laugh, maybe counter with a cheeky, “Yeah, and that guy’s abs aren’t bad either.” It was their thing — honest, playful, but never crossing the line. That was the line they never broke. Appreciation, but never temptation.

But tonight blurred all of that. Tonight wasn’t just appreciation. It wasn’t just honesty. It was something heavier, every instinct telling him to take the risk. And for the first time in years, guilt tangled in his chest. Priya, I’m sorry, he thought fiercely, almost like a prayer.

The image of her trusting face flickered through his mind. It dissolved when he looked back at the couch. Shweta trembled. The fabric of her dress accentuated her curves, thighs pressed together as if trying to contain the heat he’d stirred in her.

That sight made his heart palpitate so hard, the guilt blurred into raw, aching hunger. And the strangest part? He didn’t feel unsafe here. He didn’t feel like he was betraying his vows in some cheap, tawdry way. Because this wasn’t some stranger. This was Shweta.

And this was Rohan, his brother in everything but blood. Sitting right there, eyes wide, lips curved in encouragement. His mind and heart worked hard to make him comfortable about the situation. He vaguely recalled Priya once appreciating Rohan for his fitness, his lanky, tall physique.

If it were anyone else, Aarav would never have dared. But with them? It felt twistedly right. This was his safe place, his sanctuary made dirty. The one space where he could let go without fear. Aarav groaned softly, defeated. He set his drink down, leaned forward, and let his voice drop, huskier now.

“Fine. You want honesty? Here it is.” His eyes roamed slowly over Shweta, and when he met her gaze again, there was no hesitation left. “Your ass. It’s perfect. Round, tight. Every time you move, it’s like you’re teasing without knowing it. Your boobs. They look so soft, so full, I can’t stop noticing them. Pressing against your dress. What are they, 34D? And the way your body smells, Shweta.”

He trailed off, licking his lips unconsciously. “I swear I can smell the scent between your thighs from here. Sweet. Wet. Driving me insane.”

The words hit her like fire. Shweta gasped, her thighs pressing together involuntarily, nipples hardening under the fabric of her dress. All she responded was, “Not 34D, 36E!”

Aarav sat back sharply, running his hands through his hair. His chest heaved like he’d just run a race. The guilt punched him again. ‘Priya, I’m sorry.’ But the sight of Shweta trembling on the couch, thighs pressing together, made his cock throb until the guilt blurred into hunger.

Rohan chuckled darkly, rubbing her leg in encouragement. “See? That’s the honesty we were waiting for.”

Aarav dragged his hands down his face, half-ashamed, half-liberated. “I meant every word. Every inch of you is driving me crazy.”

Shweta moaned softly, almost to herself. “God, hearing you say that, Aarav. It makes me so hot.”

The room felt smaller, heavier with tension. Rohan leaned close to his wife’s ear, whispering just loud enough for Aarav to hear. “I told you he’s been dying to say it. And look how wet you’re getting just from hearing it.”

Shweta’s chest rose and fell. Her body caught between embarrassment and excitement. She glanced from her husband to their friend, her lips parting. “Maybe I like being pushed.”

That’s all for this chapter. Happy to receive feedback and integrate it, if possible, into the upcoming chapters. You can write to me and Shweta at [email protected]. Cheers!

Hello guys, I am excited to be back here writing another real incident after a long time. This is the story where every young guy will get me, everyone’s fantasy. Yes, it is an incident with a married lady. Let me come to the story.

One night, I was browsing through a sex chat website and was bored. I got a message from a guest account named ‘Akshaya’. It started with a greeting, and we started to talk. While talking to her, I came to know she lives nearby and has been married for almost 8-9 years.

We talked for a while, and things started to get open. Still, it was a little risky, so to confirm, we decided to go on snapchat and talk. But before that, both doubted; we did a voice call to confirm. And things went ahead.

We talked about each other’s lives, kinks, fantasies and what we were looking for. As she was married, I had 1 question:

Mikhel: So what are you looking for on this site? Just scroll or anything particular?

Akshaya: Well, to be frank, I am feeling sex deprived and decided to give this a try.

Mikhel: Is this anyone or any particular guy?

Akshaya: (Winking) Nothing in mind, but younger the better

Mikhel: (I laughed reading it) Then you are with the right person(winked back)

Then, we talked more about kinks and fantasies. While sleeping, she sent her pic (face hidden, and boobs over her nightie), they were so big, I got an instant boner by seeing it.

We talked for quite some days, and then one night, when things were out of control for both of us, we decided to meet. She asked her to come to her place, as she is alone when her husband is out for work.

The next morning, I groomed myself, got ready and went to her place. But before it went to medical, I bought condoms and chocolates for her. I rang the bell, and there she was, standing in her nightie, with boobs that looked like they were about to burst out.

I was awestruck staring into her eyes. She smiled and said, “First, get in, we have plenty of time”. We laughed, and I went in and sat on the sofa. She brought me water and sat beside me. It was a nervous moment; we were silent. So to break the ice, I casually asked, “How long were you waiting for me?”. She replied, “A long time, you took a long time to come”.

“Well, great things take time (winking at her)”, and I rubbed my hands on her. I was staring at her lips, and my eyes were moving between her lips and her boobs. She noticed it and said, “Why stare when you can literally pounce on them?”

This literally sparked a thing, and we came closer, and our lips met, and we started kissing. We were kissing for almost 15 minutes, tongues entangled and hands moving on each other’s bodies. I started to squeeze her boobs from her nightie only, and I would sense her mood changing.

She stopped kissing and whispered, “Make me yours. I have been waiting for this for a long time.” This made me wild, and I started to kiss her. I moved my hands inside her nightie, and was squeezing her boobs over her bra. Even pinched nipples.

And her hands went on my dick, and she started to stroke lightly above my jeans. While kissing, she started to unbutton my pants and removed them in one go. She was so eager, just waiting for it. I was in my underwear in no time. She was holding my dick with her palm over my underwear.

It was such an exciting thing, it really got me. I removed her nightie, and she was in her bikini. I removed her bra, too, and her melons were hanging around. Wow, they look so juicy and so big, wow. I held them and started to press them slowly.

She moved her hand in my underwear and started to squeeze and shake it slowly. She was so good. She removed my underwear and was staring at my dick, “Wow, I have been waiting for such a thick dick to come and fuck me, finally my dream comes true.”

I was very happy to hear and was in the mood to ask her some questions. She immediately bent down and started to suck my dick. She was really amazing, giving a blowjob, and I was enjoying getting my fantasy fulfilled.

She blew me for more than 15 minutes, and I face fucked her. Hold her head and fucked it fast and went deep; she was enjoying it. And when I was about to cum, “I am nearing cum”, she went fast listening to it, “Give it to me, babe, fill me with your love juice.”

I cum finally came in her and she licked every pretty drop of it, as if she was hungry for it. Later, I removed her bra and panties and made her nude. She was dripping wet. I started to kiss her and finger her at the same time. We then moved to her bedroom.

Once we went in, I saw lube and condoms ready on the table. I was very excited to see it. I started to kiss her wildly, standing and pinning her to the wall, and started to finger her. She was enjoying it; she stopped kissing and started to moan, “Oh, Mikhel, yes, do it.”

Those words were encouraging me to go faster. But I controlled and asked,”Can I go faster? Are you ok?” I asked as everyone can’t handle hard. She replied, “Yes, go on, go hard. I am yours, do all you need to pleasure me”. I started to finger her hard.

She had closed her eyes and was moaning loudly, and she never realised I moved down and started to lick her hard. She danced as soon as my tongue touched her pussy. I grabbed her thighs and licked her pussy. We moved towards her bed.

I made her lie and started to tongue fuck her now. She held my head tightly, “Yes, Mikhel lick me, lick me. Go on, my husband never did this, wow make me cum, faster faster.” I went deep with tongue and started doing it fast now.

I licked her for more than 20 minutes, and her body started to shake. I realised she was nearing, and her moans turned louder. She held my head strongly and started to push it more. And there she was cumming, and it was a huge flow of her love juice.

I drank it; it was all over my face, and she moaned loudly.  She was tired, and I was too. We got up, got ourselves cleaned, and were lying on the bed talking randomly.

Me: Your husband never licked you?

Akshaya: Never, I always wanted to get licked, but he never tried.

Me:  So, it looks like you have a higher sex drive than your husband.

Akshaya: Yes, very much, but he is always in a hurry, even in sex, nowadays it’s just he coming, fucking and going.

“You know, ” you moaned, loud in your bed; “It was my fantasy always.”

Akshaya:  What fantasy?

Me: To make a married woman scream my name in her marital bed.

Akshaya: Oh, then lucky me.

Me: Your husband never doubts you?

Akshaya: Well, I have not told you, but he had only suggested to get myself satisfied with someone, but on 1 condition, that the guy should not be married and younger.

I was shocked to hear this and a little bit turned on, too. And was looking at her in surprise. She jumped on me and started to kiss me, “Now, don’t make me wait, fuck me.” I started to kiss her back and finger her pussy to check if it was open to take my dick.

Well, to my surprise, it was all wet and ready. I made her lie on the bed and was standing at the edge of the bed taking a condom, she said, “Take the thinnest one, I want to feel you.” I took it and was about to put it in, she got up and took dick in her mouth, and then guided me to apply a condom.

That was sexy. I put the condom and held her legs apart. And positioned my dick near her pussy. As soon as it touched her, she gasped, “Yes, I have been waiting for it, yes fuck me.” But me being me started to tease her.

She started to get impatient now and held my dick and put it near her pussy. That was something new for me. I immediately pushed my dick and it went half and she screamed, “Ahh.” I was shocked as she was married, and it shouldn’t have hurt her that much. But I was happy inside knowing what it meant.

I then slowly pushed, and it went all in. Wow, I felt it so tight. I started to fuck her slowly. I hold her boobs and fucking her slowly. I was pressing her boobs, pinching nipples, and then bent to suck those boobs while fucking her. She was holding my head and screaming.

This continued for 5 min, I stood up, held both her legs and made it a giant V shape and fucked her. It went in deep, and she smiled and moaned. Well, it was like a dream fucking a MILF, seeing her boobs bouncing and her moaning my name.

I fucked her for almost 10 minutes now in that way, now I turned her on 1 side while her 1 leg on my shoulder and started to penetrate deep. Using her own leg, it was easy to fuck her. And I started to go hard this time now, “Yes, yes, go hard, yes, Mik.” She was not able to completely take my name.

I fucked her for quite some time, and we were both coming close to cum. I stopped her and made her turn to doggie. She was really good; she bent in such a way that her pussy was easily visible. I pushed my dick in her while she was in her all 4.

It was so much fun fucking her in doggie. I enjoyed it a lot. I hold her hair and start to fuck her. We enjoyed this for quite some time and decided to change the position. She then came on top of me and started to jump. She was so horny that she started to jump fast. I didn’t know, but while jumping, she slowed.

“Ah, I came” This got me excited, and I understood her sudden motion. She was still jumping; I held her and turned her and came in missionary as I was about to shoot.

“Where would you like me to cum, my dear MILF?” She was shocked to hear me say it and smiled and said, “Don’t waste it in a condom, spray it on me”. I started to fuck her fast, and when I was about to shoot, I removed the condom and shot my cum all over her stomach.

“Wow, it is so hot, Mikhel”, I was holding my dick over her pussy with my juice still flowing. And her pussy was even dripping her juice.

I slept beside her, kissing her. “This was such an amazing fuck”. We slept for some time and stood up to get cleaned.

Well, guys, this is not all. Stay tuned to get more details. Will upload the next part soon, where you’ll get to know how I fucked her and cummed inside her.

Until then, let me know your feedback. Would be happy to reply. My email is [email protected].

Hi everyone, I’m Karthik. I’m working in one of the MNC companies in Bangalore. I’m single, and I hope you liked the first part. I’m sharing my second sexual encounter with my neighbour, Lady Radhika, who is a housewife. She has a figure 33 32 34 and 5.3 height. She is 34 a 34-year-old attractive lady.

This is my second experience, which I’m sharing with you all. We could have had sex together immediately after the first encounter. But we held off for about one month for excitement. After waiting for one month, our excitement had doubled. For one month, we were sexting, talking, that’s it.

After one month, we couldn’t control our lust. One fine day, we planned for a second experience. I took a day off from the office and planned. As usual, I got ready to go to her house. I used to text her my excitement for sex.

Finally, I reached her house and rang the bell. She opened the door. She wore a blue nightie that reached up to her knees. She had tied her nightie up so that it reached just below her knees. She smiled and invited me to come inside.

Suddenly I got hard by looking at her in that nighty. Her legs are so beautiful with a toe ring and an anklet.

I hadn’t had breakfast at home, so she brought me a dosa and chutney. We both had breakfast together by talking about our last intercourse memories. After our breakfast, we cleaned our plates and she told me to sit on the sofa until she prepares badam milk.

I came to the hall and sat watching TV. She looked hot in that nighty. She came with Badam milk and gave it to me. We both had badam milk while sitting together and playing with her hands. After drinking the milk, unable to control my excitement, I said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

She smilingly said, “Don’t rush, just wait for some time. I have some clothes to wash. I’ll put them in the washing machine and take a shower.” So she went to wash the clothes. I followed her from behind and tightly hugged her. She smilingly pushed me away and told me to wait.

I obeyed her and told her, “I will come with you.” She said ok. She took all the clothes from the bin and started putting them in the washing machine one by one. As she was putting the clothes into the washing machine, she showed me her panties and tried to put them in the washing machine.

I immediately asked her to give me her panties, but she said no and threw them in the washing machine. We both lustily laughed. I was standing beside her when she was putting them into the washing machine. She looked damn hot in that half-tied nighty.

She had her hair tied up in a bun. Unable to bear the sight of her in her present state, I kissed her on the left side of her neck. She couldn’t even control herself and suddenly turned towards me and kissed my lips. We both smooched for around 2 minutes.

We both closed our eyes while kissing. It was such an intense kiss. She immediately pushed me and ran towards the bathroom to take a bath. She came out wearing a light pink nightie after taking a shower. Oh my god, she looked stunning in that nighty. It was a half-sleeve nighty.

She looked damn hot in that nighty. Her boobs look yummy in that nighty. She dried her hair and came back from her bedroom while I was watching TV. She said, “Let’s start the game, baby.” I too wanted the same.

Then I lifted and carried her to the bedroom. Her smell was ‘god’. She was so fresh and clean. I took her into the bedroom, dropped her on the bed, and tried to kiss her. We both lustily kissed for about 3 minutes.

I put my tongue into her mouth and drank her saliva. It was so tasty. Then I slowly went down and unbuttoned her nighty, removed it, and immediately I removed my blue t-shirt and black pants. She was wearing a light blue bra. Oh my God, what a scene it was.

I got really hard. We both laughed in lustful eyes. Her boobs really looked like 2 musk melons. I could not control my lust and unhooked her bra and grabbed her boobs. Her boobs are too good and hot. Then I started sucking her boobs. I was sucking her nipple for about 3 minutes.

She was moaning in ecstasy while I was sucking her boobies. Then I slowly went down between her legs, and I rubbed her pussy over her panties. Then I pulled her panties up and removed them. It was black pants. Then I removed my underwear as well. We were both fully nude.

Then I was drooling to see her clean-shaven pussy. Immediately, I opened her legs wide. Oh God, what pussy she has. It was so beautiful. I could see her pink part when I opened her legs wide.

Then I slowly rubbed her pussy with my finger and fingered a little inside. It was so sticky inside. I fingered for about 2 minutes. She was moaning heavily in ecstasy. Then, suddenly, I put my tongue into her pussy and started sucking her pussy.

I licked her pussy deeper and cleaned it with my tongue. The smell of her pussy made me crazy. She was moaning loudly like anything. I grabbed my dick and rubbed it on her pussy.

As my dick rubbed on her pussy, I got desperate and pushed my dick a little deeper inside her pussy. I started fucking her a little harder, and she started moaning with lusty noises. I continued to fuck her with some force. We were kissing intensely while fucking.

Finally, I could not control my excitement and released my cum inside her pussy. After I released cum, I got tired and slept beside her, looking at each other closely with a lusty smile. I could not control my emotions and asked her for a kiss.

She allowed me and came close to kissing me. We kissed for about 3 minutes continuously. It was long, intense smooching. We were both sweating heavily. We both enjoyed our intercourse.

After an intense intercourse, we both separated and wiped our bodies with a cloth. She said she would be late picking her son up from school. Then we dressed up and asked her for a kiss. She allowed, and we both smooched passionately. Then I left her home.

Friends, this is my second experience with my neighbour, Lady Radhika. Please let me know your feedback – [email protected].

I got ready early in the morning and left home at 4:30 a.m. I dressed like a corporate woman. I wore a red bra and panties, a white camisole, a crisp white formal shirt, black trousers, and black high-heeled sandals.

By 11 a.m., I reached the Bangalore office, and Ramesh took me to his guest house. The entire journey felt uneasy, as he didn’t utter a single word. Once we reached, he entered first while I quietly followed. He gave me a slight nod, signalling me to sit on the sofa, and then walked out of the hall.

My mind was clouded with confusion. Why wasn’t he greeting me properly? Did I do something to upset him? He returned after fifteen minutes, dressed in robes.

Ramesh: “Sorry, dear. The business deal went wrong this morning—too many complications—so I couldn’t greet you properly. I’m really sorry.”

He kissed me on the forehead. I wasn’t close enough to ask for details, but he mentioned that one of his construction projects had run into some litigation issues. He said he had arranged alternatives to handle the situation.

Ramesh: “Okay, baby, let’s talk now. How was the journey?”

I told him it was good. We chatted a little after that, though I noticed that throughout the conversation, he kept stealing glances at my boobs. Later, he handed me the documents (bonds) to sign.

I started to read them, but he interrupted and diverted me while signing. I finished signing. And it’s time for lunch. We had a light lunch together, and he said, “Can we go?”

Me: To where?

Ramesh put his hands on my shoulders and gave a soft massage.
Ram: We will see heaven today.

Me: How?

Ram: Let’s see in the room.

Holding my hand, he took me to the first floor. OMG! It’s a massive room. The largest bed I’ve ever seen. Soon, I entered, and he closed the door and locked it. Without wasting any time, he hugged me tightly from behind.

I could sense his erection in his robes. He started kissing my neck, which made me laugh. He continued and turned me towards him, looking into my eyes. He placed his hands on my bum, giving me a massage, his saliva flowing on my neck.

Tightly pressed my bum and lip-locked. In less than a minute, he broke the lip lock and dragged me to the bed. Without my consent, he tore my top, camisole and pants. I’m now in his favourite dress, i.e. on two pieces and high heels.

I covered my boobs with the bra and looked around the room. Then I noticed all the equipment that was used in the porn films. It was placed on the wall and along the edges of the beds. The handcuffs used for criminals are placed at the edge of the bed, some strips and vibrators.

I’m a bit nervous about seeing all of these. He took me near the wall, then tied my hands to the grab handles, took strips, and started to beat my bum. The first beat was painful, and I started to cry because of my decision. After a couple of beats, he gently massaged my bum, and then I started to like it.

That time, I really went to heaven, then he untied me and took me to bed. Again, he acted like a child with my boobs, removing the panties. Now his plan is different. Asked me to suck his dick. I removed his robes and saw a huge monster about 6 inches long and 3 inches thick.

Last week it was 4 inches, now it’s 6. How did it become? However, I took his monster with nerves, then, about to suck, he stopped and pushed me on the bed and came in 69 position. He is perfect in size for the 69 position. We sucked each other for 30 minutes, then he tied my hands and legs to the edge of the bed.

Now I’m in a spreading position. He placed his monster inside my pussy and started to drill it. Oh god, how can I explain this? I need to hold him, but my hands are tied. He fucked me for 10 minutes, then made me turn around and fucked me from behind in doggy style for 1 hour.

I am completely exhausted, but his stamina does not stop. Ever after an hour and a half, his dick is in an erect position. He loaded all his sperm inside the pussy and took a rest. I slept in a tied position with my hands. After 30 minutes, he removed my hand scuff and asked me to lie on him.

I did the same for 10 minutes and slept on his stomach. He woke me up and gave me juice, then went near the door to open it. I’m nude. I immediately covered myself with a blanket and fell asleep, covering my face.

I heard another male voice. It’s the doctor’s voice. Oh god, what is this? I shouted at Ramesh, ‘Why did you call him?’

Ramesh: Dear, it’s part of the agreement.

Me: What agreement?

Ramesh: This morning, you signed that. You authorised us to fuck you anytime, anywhere and for an unknown number of days. So today it’s my turn to have sex with you. Don’t waste Viagra. Let’s go to see heaven.

By saying this, he jumped on me, with his weight, I’m pressed. He stated one more session, and the other side doc removed all his clothes and started to jerk his cock.

Ramesh is down, and I’m on top of him. I’m moaning in a high pitch. I’m in the 7th heaven. I was moving my bum up and down on the Ramesh rod, then the doctor pushed me from behind and applied erection cream. He then entered my ass hole in a double penetration.

Oh, God! I shouted because of the pain; it’s the first time ass fucking for me. I lost control and collapsed on Ramesh. Now I’m sandwiched between them.
Ramesh’s natural stamina with Viagra went up to 20 minutes. The blood from my ass is flowing due to the first fuck.

Then the doctor pulled my hair and took me to the ground. He started doggy style. Tied hair is now loose. Doc didn’t get any grip from the back. Immediately, he grabbed my mangalsutra and did a perfect horse ride for 15 minutes.

When he left my mangalsutra, I came to sense that this mangalsutra is not tied by my husband, but it’s Arun’s. I forgot that I was angry about a fake agreement with Ramesh. Now my only worry is Monday morning, my husband is coming from abroad, and my mangalsutra is in Arun’s home.

Arun is not in the town. The whole Friday night and Saturday morning both fucked me in the shift-wise. Saturday evening, I begged Ramesh, explaining this. “Listen to this,” the doc said. “Arun’s maid has a key. Call Arun and get your mangalsutra from his home.”

I immediately called Arun. He helped me get my mangalsutra from his house.
Thank God I’m out of one danger now. But what about the agreement?

Hi guys, main Maxxlover9, wapas hazir hu apni chachi ki gatha ke saath jo ek real and true story hain. And thanks to my readers itna pyaar dene ke liye and Google Chat pe message karne ke liye.

Pichle bhag: Unexpected sex with my chachi – Part 1

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Chalo guys, bohat paka liya aap logon ko. Chalo, kahani shuru karte hain…

Main aapko boring wala part nahi sunaunga. Unke saath jo sab explore kiya, adrenaline rush wala sex kiya, sirf wahi bataunga.

So kuch time tak vacation tak humne mast sex kiya. Fir main dusri jagah shift ho gaya. 2 saal baad ki baat hain. Fir mera ghar pe aana jana kam hua, but meri chachi mujhe yaad karti rahi aur sex chat chalte rahe. Ek din main finally ghar gaya, shaam ko 6:30 pe pahucha.

Maine chachi ko call kiya…

Me: Chachi, main finally aa gaya hu ghar pe. Kab milne ka plan karna hain? Aapki chut ka rass pan karke aapko 6 mahine se suni padi. Kochh ko bharna hain; mujhe raha nahi ja raha, chachi.

Chachi: Yaar… chacha ghar pe hain… abhi kahi jaane nahi wale. Kal aana 11 ke aaspass… aaj toh nahi ho paayega, jaan.

Me: Chachi, please… mera lund bhi aakhri baar aapke hi burr mein ghusa tha. Main bohat tadap raha hu, please… aaj ka kuch plan karo, kaise bhi karke. (ye sacchi baat thi… maine unke alawa uss time tak kissi aur ke saath nahi kiya tha)

Chachi: Dekhti hu… kuch risk le sakta hain tu toh main kuch soche batata hu.

Me: Meri jaan, aapke liye toh kuch bhi risk le sakta hu… bas aap aadesh dijiye.

Chachi: Ruk… main thodi der mein plan karke bolti hu.

Me: Jaldi bolo, chachi… muth maarke haath dukh gaya hain… aaj chut marni hain kuch bhi karke.

Chachi: Haa, mere sher… main bhi pyaasi hu. Sabar kar… sabar ka fal meentha hota hain. Chal, bye bye… chacha aa gaye.

Kareeb 9 baje chachi ka phone aaya mujhe.

Chachi: Dekh, jis room mein tu mujhe chodta hain, apne aapko mera malik samajh ke, uss room ka AC kharab hain. Toh hum dusre room mein soye hain. Toh agar tu daring karke ghar aa sakta hain, toh teri pyaas bujha dungi main.

Me: Aare, chachi… ye toh bohat risky hain… chacha uthke aa gaye toh problem ho jayega… aapka beta bhi hain.

Chachi: Wo sab main dekh lungi… tu bas aaja… pehle tere aane ka jugaad kar le… baad mein ye sab ka sochna mera. Main dekh lungi… tere lund ke pyaas ke samne sab se lad lungi.

Me: Ok, chachi.

Ab mujhpe sab pressure aa gaya tha gharse escape karne ka. Hum bungalow mein rehte hain toh gaadi on karte hi aawaz aa jati hain. Papa uth gaye toh, “Raatko 12 baje… kaha jaa raha hain…?” bolke class laga denge.

Neighbours ne bhi dekh liya toh pakka bolenge. Toh maine ek idea lagaya – scooty leke jaata hu. Kahe ko gaadi fokat ka risk?

Tab election time tha. So, raatko rakhadna bandh tha. So, maine thodi ghar ki dawaiyan theli mein bharde, taaki police wala roke toh boldu, “Urgent dawayi dene jaa raha tha.”

Ab main baichian tha. Kab 12 bajenge aur main apni chachi ko chodunga?

Jaise hi 12 baje, maine scooty dheerese nikali aur gate kholke bahar aa gaya. Dhakka diya maine pura scooty apne gali ke turning tak; phir on karke nikal pada.

Aadhe raste mein jaisa maine kaha, election tha, police ne roka toh maine kaha, “Dawayi dene jaa raha hu… abhi just gau se aaya hu.”

Pehle toh wo datne lage, “Ye koi time hain?”

Maine bola, “Sir, chacha ki tabiyat kharab hain… issliye urgent jana pad raha hain… warna main subah hi jaata.”

Police: Thik hain, jao.

Phir main chachi ke ghar gaya; compound ke bahar scooty rakhdi.

Ab task tha, bina watchmen ke deekhe society mein ghusna, as wo mere chacha ko boldega ki main raatko aaya tha aur chachi phas jaayegi.

Main peeche jaake compound kud ke chupke se seedhiya chad gaya, as lift awaz karti use karta toh.

Aur chachi ko message kiya, “Main bahar hu.”

Chachi ne bola, “Darwaza khula hain… dheere se kholke andar aaja.”

Main andar gaya. Full andhera tha; kuch nahi dikh raha tha. Dheere se door close kiya. Jaise hi close kiya, kisine jakad liya; meri phat gayi, “Kahi chacha toh nahi.”

Fir do mulayam stano ka ehsas hua, toh pata chala, “Ye meri chachi hain jo mujhse bichadke mujhe miss kar rahi thi.”

Me: Chachi, pehle room main chalo… chacha uth gaye toh dono gaye.

Chachi: Ha, chal.

Fir andar jaake maine kamra lock kiya.

Chschi: Lock maath kar, thoda khula rak… koi bahar aaye toh pata chalega.

Me: Chachi, aap marwaogi kya? Chacha andar aa gaye toh gaye…

Chachi: Unki neend gehri hain… tu tension na le.

Meri faat rahi thi but hawas toh hawas hain na?

Phir, maine meri chachi ko chumna start kiya. Haaye! Kiss kiye hue itne din ho gaye the jo hum dono ne ek dusre ki honthon ko khun se latpat kar diya.

Chachi: Tu zyada maath kaat… kal chacha shak karenge.

Me: Boldena, galti se honth kaat liya tha.

Chachi hasdi.

Fir mujhse raha nahi gaya. Maine unki nighty utari aur andar toh khazana tha.

Chachi: Accha hain na, surprise?

Me: Wow, chachi… love you!!!

Chachi: Love you too, meri jaan!

Chachi ne sexy designer netted bra lii thi; maa kasam, maal lag rahi thi, wo.

Phir maine chachi ke boobs uske bra mein dab dab ke khich diye.

Phir maine unki bra aur panty utar di aur unke boobs and nipples ko kaat aur chuske laal kardiya poora.

Ab baari thi unki pink chut ki. Chachi ne maidan saaf rakha tha mere aagman pe. Fir 15 min. chachi ki chut ke saath apni jeebh aur ungli ke saath khel raha tha aur chachi moan kare jaa rahi thi. Mujhe safety ke liye unke muh pe takiya rakhna pada; kahi pakde gaye toh gaye.

Chachi: Aaah… aaah… mere raja… teri jeebh ke jaadu ko bohat miss kiya maine… chaat meri suni chut ko… jisko tere jeebh aur lund ki pyaas thi.

Me: Aaj, chachi, tujhe poora khaa jaunga… plus, teri pyaas bujhaunga.

Chachi: Haa… mere raaja… tadap rahi hu… shaadi ke pehle na baad mein kisine tere jitna sukh diya… jabse tune choda hain, na chacha ko chune di hu na kissi aur ko… bas teri hu, raja.

Me: Haye chachi. (Fuch fuch sound chut chatne ki apne din bana diya)

[Kyuki guys, mera koi 6 ya 7 inch ka lund nahi hain – normal hain, but maza main poora deta hu. Future mein aapko pata chalega, aage ke mere sexcapades se.]

Fir, chachi jo jhadi hain, pura bed mera muh pani se bhar gaya. As unhone 6 mahine se na sex kiya na ungli, toh pagal ho gayi thi.

Fir chachi ne bola, “5 min. ruk… bohat din baad charam sukh mila hain… fir tujhe sukh deti hu.”

5 min. baad, chachi ne mera lund muh main liya aur main shocked ho gaya, kyuki chachi ne bohat accha blowjob diya.

Me: Chachi, 2 saal se toh aapne mujhe sahi se diya nahi… ab achanakse itna accha??

Chachi: Tere chacha ke lund pe practice karke ab tujhe sukh de rahi hu… unka toh maine halat tight kardi thi, shuruwat ke dino pe.

Me: Hahaha… jaise mera kiya tha… ab maze do, baat kam karo.

Chachi ne mast blowjob diya, 10 min. tak, and mera pura maal pee gayi. Main shocked tha; chachi ne pehli baar mera maal pee liya, kyuki unhone chacha ko sukh nahi diya, jhadne ka, but mujhe diya. Unki aur chacha ki banti nahi hain, as chacha ji thode shakueen hain. (Samajh jao, unke kaafi affairs hain)

Chachi: Waah! Mere sher, mera protein intake pura kiya aaj tune. Kaash muth kam maarta aur peene milta.

Me: Aapko nanga dekh ke imagine karke itna muth maara hain kya, kar sakta hu?

Main din main 5-6 baar muth maarta tha, unki yaad mein, and unse sex chat ya video call karte hue. Wo bichari mere liye control karti thi; kehti thi, “Asli sukh mein maza hain, sher… isme kaha?”

Fir maine chachi ko bola, “Ab wapis khada kardo, chus ke… kariykram shuru karte hain,” kyuki 1 baj gaye the. Kahi chacha ya unka beta uth na jaye.

Fir chachi ne ek min. chusne per, mera khada ho gaya. Maine unko missionary mein aane ko kaha, and maine unhe chodna chalu kiya. Unki chut 6 mahine se suni, tho issliye thodi tight lagi mujhe.

Unhone meri puri peeth laal kardi thi. Pura peeth pe unke nakhuno ke nishan the. Main toh kahi t-shirt utar hi nahi sakta tha. Kisiko definitely pata chal jata, “Ye koi jungli billi ke saath sambhog karke aaya hain.”

Fir maine 15 min. chodne ke baad, unhe cowgirl mein aane ko bola. Wo khushi khushi aa gayi aur humne aur 15 min. sex kiya, cowgirl mein. Main mast, unke boobs debate hue, baar baar unhe uthke kiss kar raha tha. Wo horny ho rahi thi.

Chachi: Babe, mera hone wala hain… main thak gayi hu… ab tu upar aake kar… but jaldi.

Me: Ruko, chachi… kuch naya try karte hain.

Maine unhe ghodu banake, doggy style main choda. Unse moan control nahi hua, as doggy style mein thoda zyada andar jata hain.

Wo bohat moan kar rahi thi aur meri faat rahi thi, kahi chacha na aa jaye.

And 5 min. baad, unka ho gaya. Saath mein mera bhi. Aur hum dono ek dusre ko hug kiye, 5 min.

Me: Chachi, main nikalta hu… please… 2 baj gaye hain, chachi.

Chachi ka aur sex karne ka man tha, but mujhe risk nahi lena tha, as poora room sex ki sukandh se mehek gaya tha. And koi bhi uthke aata nahi. And main unhe humesha 2 se 3 round chodke jata hu.

Chachi: Please, jaan… ek aur round.

Me: Nahin, chachi… aap bohat moan kar rahi ho… kal 11 se 3 aap akeli ho… tab 5 round karwa lena, please. Meri aur aapki, dono ke zindagi khatam ho jaayegi, chacha ko pata chal gaya toh.

Chachi: Wo konsa dudh ke dhule hain? Wo bhi toh apni randiyon ke paas jaate hain.

Me: Chachi, apne unhe range haatho nahi pakda… na hum toh range haath pakde jaayenge.

Chachi: Haa… sahi kaha tune… thik hain, man nahi hain… but jaa… kal meri pyaas puri tarah se bujhana.

Me: Chachi, kal anal try kare, kya?

Chachi: Nahin… usme bohat dard hota hain.

Me: Chachi, please…

Chachi: Let’s see…

Me: Ok.

Main nikal gaya aur just police walo ko paar kiya toh chachi ka call aaya. Meri faat gayi thi, “Kahi chacha ne sab dekh toh nahi liya?”

Chachi: Ek round karke jaana, meri jaan… please.

Mujhe saas aayi.

Me: Aare chachi, maine police walo ko paar kar liya… ab aana mushkil hain… kal pakka… ab main 10 din hu… roz appointment book kardo.

Chachi: Ok… but pyaas lagi hain, jaan.

Me: Sorry, meri jaan… risk 100% nahi lena chahiye… aaj jitna liya, kaafi hain. Ha… kal, maine jo sexy lingerie bheja tha, wo pehen na. Bohat photo and video pe dekh liya usme tumhe… ab live dekhunga.

Chachi: Ok, meri jaan… kal mujhe poora sukh dena, please.

Me: Ok, chachi… Ab so jao… mujhe bhi sone do ghar jaake, taaki kal ke liye energy aaye.

Chachi: Mujhe time lagega… bedroom ko randi khana jo banake gaya hain.

Me: Ab kya kare? Meri randi hain hi itni sexy… karna toh padega.

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So guys, yeh thi mere adventurous ride ka 2nd part meri chachi ke saath. Aur bhi thodi adventure kiye hain maine unke saath.

Ye true real story hain. Isme ek bhi part jhut nahi hain. Yeh sab hua hain, humare beech mein. Bas, dialogues mein thoda naughtiness zyada dhala hain maine, to excite you guys. Meri chachi itni bhi open nahi hain; thodi sharmila hain. Bas, sex ke time khulke bolti hain.

Bhabhis, aunties, girls, and couples can also contact me for talking, meeting, sex – anything. Contact me on Google Chat or my email id – [email protected]

Wait kijiye 3rd part ke liye. Tab tak main milta hu aapko agli baar guys and girls.

The video calls continued, and we had opportunities to be physical a few times, but they were far and between. The video calls helped us control our urges in the meantime. We used to sneak in a call whenever possible, late nights, during baths, etc.

One night, we were having a chat, and P was feeling a little horny, and she started the call. Watching her made me excited, and I started pleasuring myself. In between, she said, “Show me how hard you are. Looking at it always makes me wet.”

So I switched cameras to show her, and I could see her looking at it intently. I could see her movements getting faster. She was licking her lips as she saw me move my hand up and down. Like most people, I am uncut, so as I moved my hand, she could see the pink tip appear from behind the foreskin and disappear again.

I could see she was almost at the edge. So I switched to the front camera, but she said, “No. I want to see it. I want to see you cum.”

So I switched again, and she had a clear view of my dick. Her breathing was getting rapid, I could see her eyes were half closed, but she continued to look at me. She was moaning and saying, “When are we gonna do it again? I want that inside me.”

She was moaning hard. She was using her fingers. In between, she would taste herself and then place it back between her legs. Seeing her like that was pushing me over the edge as well. I could feel the pressure building up. I didn’t want to cum so soon, so I slowed down my movements.

She continued to gaze at me, and I could sense her orgasm building as her moaning got louder. I had stopped my actions and was seeing her in her moment of complete bliss.

She continued to shake and shiver for some time; she had closed her eyes. She had some beads of sweat on her face and body. Oh, how I would have loved to be beside her.

When she opened her eyes, she saw me smiling at her. She said, “What happened to you? Did you finish?” It was still hard, but looking at her was enough for me. So, I said “Yes.”

She replied, saying, “When did you finish? Show me.” I tried to dissuade her, but as she continued to insist, I showed her my current condition. “Come on. You have seen me cum for you. I want to see you cum for me,” she said.

She slowly started to whisper. “Imagine me beside you. I want to hold you and move my hand along the length. I want to feel the heat from you. I want to trace my finger on every vein.” Listening to her was making me excited. My pace was slowly increasing.

“Not so fast. Slow down. I want you to last a little longer.” It was tough for me, but I followed her commands. I slowed down. “Remember last time when you were inside me, I felt you. You fit inside me so perfectly. Did you feel my walls around you?”

“Yes,” I replied.

P: “Good. Now imagine a different wetness around you. I want to taste you. I want to kiss your tip. Take it in my mouth, run my tongue all around it. Would you like that?”

Me: “Oh yes, I would love that.”

P: “Now imagine as my lips move down the length slowly, taking you more and more into my mouth. How do you feel inside my mouth?”

Me: “I feel… oh God”. By this time, the pace of my hand had increased. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. The pressure I was feeling was something I had not felt in a long time.

P: “I see you are almost there. Come on. Cum for me. Would you like to fill my mouth? I want to know how you taste. I want you to go deep into my throat as you release your cum in my mouth.”

This pushed me over the edge. My legs stiffened, and I tightened my abdominal muscles to stop, but it was of no use. My eyes were shut tight. It could feel like one squirt after the other, coming out of me. I felt it fall on my stomach. I continued to squeeze myself, and it started rolling down the length of my dick.

P: “Would you like me to use my mouth and tongue to clean you up?”

It took me a while to respond. “Oh my god. I don’t think I have ever felt that before. Give me a minute to clean myself up.” I said.

After I came back, we talked for a few seconds and then closed the call. I was lying in bed, unable to sleep. I think I was still feeling the aftereffects of my orgasm.

Suddenly, the phone pinged, and it was a message from her, saying, “When are you going to let me take you in my mouth? ”

I typed back saying, “I don’t know. I never experienced a blowjob.”

She said, “What? You never had a blow job? How is that possible?”

Me: “I don’t know. My earlier girlfriends or my wife were always against it, and I never forced them. So I never had one.”

P: “That’s great. I can be your first. I can take your blowjob virginity. haha.”

Me: “Let’s see. Sleep for now, Good night”

She wished me goodnight, and we retired for the night.

The next few days went by without much action, but she would send me some memes and reels, referencing blow jobs, which increased my anticipation.

One day, she and I had to go to a meeting. The meeting ran later than expected, and the drive back to the office would be gruelling in the traffic. So we called the office and told them that we will not be coming back and going home.

But then, as I was dropping her off at her husband’s office as usual, she told me to drive in a different direction. She wanted me to take her to the new house they were building. It was a small duplex villa, located on what could be called the outskirts of the city.

It was about 5 pm by then, and the workers had already left for the day. She took me inside and showed me around the house, explaining what was being planned. I was looking at her, and she was so excited. I was imagining a dream with her in that house together, but that would not be.

As she was talking, she saw me a little distracted, came close to me and hugged me. She looked up at me and said, “You know, I brought you here because I wanted to share this house with you. I know it’s not possible, but I want to make a memory with you here.”

Saying this, she kissed me, and I kissed her back. We were standing there in the middle of what was supposed to be the Master bedroom, a room that she would be sharing with her husband sometime in the future, kissing. The intensity of the kiss slowly grew stronger.

She was pressing herself against me, rubbing herself against me. I moved my hands into her top, touching her skin and holding her by the waist, pulling her closer. I was getting hard, and I was sure she could feel it. She pulled my face down to her breasts and urged me to kiss her, to make her feel good.

I pushed her top up, uncovering her breasts, and started suckling on her nipples. She moved her hand down from my chest and placed it on my growing dick. She could feel it twitching. She pushed me back against the wall and started to unbuckle my belt and open the buttons of my trousers.

I continued touching her and pushed my hand into her bottoms, cupping her pussy. At the same time, she pushed her hand into my briefs and caught hold of me. I never thought I could be that hard. I continued to twitch in her hand. She suddenly knelt in front of me and pulled my briefs down.

My dick sprang out, harder than it had ever been before. She cupped my balls with one hand and put her other hand from below and gripped me. It looked bigger in her small hands. Her hand could not wrap itself around the girth of my dick.

Had I grown bigger, or were her hands small? It didn’t matter; I was lost in the moment, enjoying the feeling. As I looked down, she moved her mouth close to the tip. She opened her mouth and gave a small lick on the tip with her tongue. It sent shivers through me.

A small breath escaped my mouth. She looked up at me, into my eyes and moved her face forward and started to place kisses along the length of my dick.

She continued to hold me as she kissed me on the top and bottom of my dick, and even on my balls. Oh god, what was she doing to me? And then I felt it, the wetness, first it was just at the tip, then a little more. I was in her mouth. I had surrendered myself to her.

She was in control. She was pulling on my foreskin with her lips, and pushed it back to reveal the pink Phallus. I could see some pre-cum oozing out, which she immediately used her tongue to lick.

“You taste nice. I want more.” She said, and she took me into her mouth. She started moving her mouth, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was twirling her tongue around my dick. I cannot put what I was feeling into words.

As she continued to move, I took hold of her hair and started moving my hips to her rhythm. At one point, I heard her gag and move back. But I was at a point of no return. I held onto her head and pushed myself deeper into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide as she felt me in the back of her throat.

She did not push me away or stop; she continued to move her head. I could see some saliva escaping from the side of her mouth. I was coming close to my orgasm. I felt myself grow bigger inside her. She felt it too, and she placed one of her hands on my buttocks and pushed me into her mouth.

My dick started to twitch as I started to release my load into her mouth. She was taking it and swallowing it, but some of it mixed with her saliva was flowing down her chin. Just a few drops. She continued to suck on me; every drop was going down her throat.

When she was certain there was nothing, she finally let go of me, releasing me from her mouth. She then used her fingers to clean up her chin and licked what was left of my semen. She had not let even a drop fall to the ground.

I was feeling flushed. She stood up and came in for a kiss, which I gladly accepted. We continued to kiss for a few minutes, and I could feel myself growing hard again. With nothing confining it to one place, my dick started to grow and started to poke her.

She looked down, surprised, “You are hard again. I think it likes my mouth.”

“It’s not the mouth that it wants,” I replied, pushing her bottoms and panties down. As he fell to the ground, she stepped out of them, and I lifted her. Turned her around with her back now to the wall, and slid inside her. She let out a small moan and buried her head into the side of my neck.

I continued to push into her wet pussy. She had her legs around me. She was not light, but the support of the wall was helping me keep her in place. I could feel her boos crushing into me. I held onto her buttocks, and I pushed myself deeper. She was biting me on the neck as I continued to kiss her on the neck and ears.

When I moved in to kiss her, she accepted me with her mouth open. She was breathing through her mouth now, and I could feel the warm air in mine.

I don’t know how long we were in that position, but I was about to come again and with a grunt, I pushed myself deeper into her and released my load. I continued to give small jerks till I could not anymore.

Our breathing, which had become rapid, slowed down over time, and I loosened my grip on her buttocks. She also unwrapped her legs from around me, and we stepped back from each other, both flushed.

We collected our clothes and cleaned ourselves up a little, helping each other dress up, and dusted each other off.

We went back to my car, and when she got in, she gave me a small hug and a kiss and said, “Every time I enter that room, I will remember what just happened. This is a memory that I will remember forever.”

“This is one of the many memories that we are going to make. And I will also remember this day as the first blowjob that I ever got.” Saying this, I started the car. The sun was dipping into the horizon, and the sky was in multiple shades of pink. And so we drove off into the sunset.

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As any story should come to an end, the next part will be the end of the series. Just giving you a heads up.

“Hi, I’m Krishna,” I’d say, a tall, fit guy with a round butt that turns heads. I love yoga and learned spiritual massage, meditation, and Tantra in India, mixing body and soul.

I’m bisexual, chasing every spot that feels good, with a spiritual spark in sex. My nipples are super erotic—when sucked, my cock gets hard instantly. One steamy night, I saw “prostate” on a naughty site—it sounded hot.

“What’s this?” I said, locking my door, heart racing. I dropped my shorts, my 6-inch cock half-hard. “Let’s try,” I whispered, lying on a towel, nervous but excited. I squirted lotion on my fingers, rubbing my tight hole, feeling it relaxes. My cock dripped. I took a deep breath and slid a finger in, feeling full.

“There it is,” I said, finding a small bump. I rubbed it, and a wild jolt hit me. “Oh, damn!” I gasped, my cock squirting liquid, soaking the towel, pleasure so big my legs shook. “This is crazy!” I moaned, loving it. I kept going, and my skills grew in India.

This thrill and my Tantra tricks made me want more, so I went to the UK for post-graduation in normal studies, building more wellness experiences with different people and exploring my bisexuality.

In the UK, sex shops and bold vibes got me hot. “This place is wild!” I grinned, teaching yoga part-time, my cock hungry for women’s curves and men’s power.

On a dating app, I met Zara, a 5’8” shemale with smooth caramel skin, long hair I wanted to pull. Her perky breasts, and a thick, 6-inch cock that made my mouth water.

“Krishna, ready to get nasty?” Zara texted, her winking emoji making my cock throb.

“When?” I asked, my jeans wet with precum.

“Saturday, my place, 8 PM,” she replied.

“Hell yeah!” I texted, buzzing with lust.

I got ready for her and went to Zara’s, where jasmine candles lit the room. She opened the door in a silk robe, eyes locked on my tight shirt and jeans hugging my butt.

“Krishna, you look yummy,” Zara purred, her robe slipping, showing her hard cock’s outline.

“You’re so sexy,” I groaned, stepping in, the air electric.

“Sit, hottie,” she said, pouring juice on her sofa. Her fingers grazed my thigh, making my cock pulse. “Wanna get wild?” she whispered, her robe falling open, revealing her hard cock, a shiny drop of precum.

“Take me,” I begged, my cock straining as she led me to her bedroom, candles dancing.

“Look at this,” I said, her room dripping with sexy vibes. Zara dropped her robe, showing perky breasts and her glistening cock. I ripped off my shirt, my nipples hard, then my jeans, my cock springing free, precum dripping down my leg.

“Krishna, you’re a snack,” Zara teased, her nails scraping my chest, her lips closing on my nipple, sucking hard. My cock jumped, fully hard in a second, pleasure shooting through me.

“You’re killing me,” I moaned, crashing onto her bed, our bodies tangling.
“I’ll make you scream,” she whispered, kissing my neck and leaving red marks. Her tongue swirled on my other nipple, teeth nipping, making my cock squirt a little, wetting her belly.

“Oh, Zara!” I gasped, my cock spraying more on her breasts, the pleasure dizzying. “Your moans are hot,” she teased, sucking my nipple again, my cock throbbing harder.

“More, please!” I begged, her jasmine scent driving me nuts.

“Hold on, baby,” she smirked, hands stroking my cock’s base. I slid a condom on her cock, rubbing lube until it shone. “You’re ready,” she moaned. I smeared gel on my butt, my hole eager.

“Do me now,” I said, climbing on top, my cock leaking on her.

“Slow, lover,” she said, her cock’s tip teasing my hole.

“Feels so good,” I moaned, sliding down, her cock stretching me, then hitting my prostate. Pleasure exploded, my cock squirting, soaking her breasts. “So damn hot!” I groaned, rocking with her, each thrust sparking bliss.

“You’re so tight,” Zara moaned, slapping my butt, her lips back on my nipple, sucking deep. My cock hardened more, dripping wildly.

“Like paradise,” I panted, kissing her, our tongues wild, her breasts rubbing my chest.

“Harder?” she asked, eyes gleaming.

“Yes!” I cried, craving more.

“All for you,” she whispered, thrusting deep, her balls smacking my butt, her tongue flicking my nipple.

“I’m so wet,” I gasped, my cock squirting, drenching her. “Naughty boy,” she laughed, sucking my nipple, making me spill more. “Let’s switch,” she said, putting me in doggy, my butt up. She added lube, sliding in, hitting my prostate, her fingers pinching my nipple.

“Yes, Zara!” I moaned, squirting, the bed soaked, my body on fire.

“You’re wide open,” she said, spanking me, her lips teasing my nipple from the side.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my cock dripping, pleasure flooding me.

“Almost there,” she groaned, speeding up.

“Me too!” I gasped, squirting till I was empty, my body shaking with ecstasy. Zara moaned, her condom catching her load. We collapsed, sweaty, laughing, hearts racing.

“That was insane,” I panted, buzzing with joy.

“Round two?” Zara teased, licking my nipple, my cock twitching again.

“Anytime,” I grinned, my body alive.

Later, I texted Zara, “You’re my addiction.” Our chats were pure fire. “I’ve got a fantasy,” I said. “Banging a woman while you bang me, all of us lost in pleasure.”

“That’s hot,” Zara replied. “Lena’s perfect—curvy, wild. Next weekend?”

“I’m so hard,” I texted, cock throbbing.

I got ready for Zara and went to her place, candles glowing. Lena opened the door, a curvy goddess with glowing skin, bright eyes, and a tight dress showing her big breasts and hips.
“Krishna, let’s get crazy,” Lena said, hugging me, her breasts pressing close, her rose scent making me dizzy.

“I’m ready,” I said, my cock hard.

“Krishna’s got a dirty dream,” Zara winked, her silk shorts showing her hard cock.

“Show me,” Lena purred, leading us to the bedroom, candles flickering. Lena yanked off her dress, revealing lacy underwear, her breasts spilling out, nipples hard. Zara stripped, her thick cock shiny. I tore off my clothes, my nipples stiff, my cock dripping precum.

“You’re delicious,” Lena whispered, her lips near my ear, then on my nipple, sucking softly. My cock shot up, hard instantly, pleasure ripping through me.
“You’re both too much,” I groaned, kissing Lena’s sweet lips, then Zara’s hungry ones.

“Let’s wreck you,” Lena teased, her nails scratching my belly, Zara’s lips sucking my other nipple, my cock pulsing wildly.

“Do it,” I said, diving onto the bed, our bodies burning. “On your knees, Lena,” I said, her wet pussy ready. I knelt behind, sliding my cock into her tight, warm pussy, her moans loud. “Good?” I asked, thrusting deep.

“Oh, yes!” Lena gasped, her pussy gripping me. Zara lubed my hole, her hands on my hips. “Want me?” she asked, her condom-covered cock sliding into my butt, hitting my prostate, pleasure bursting. Our bodies synced—Lena’s hips perfect, my knees steady, Zara’s thrusts matching, sweat dripping.

“Krishna, more!” Lena moaned, her breasts bouncing, her juices coating my cock.

“So good,” I groaned, Zara’s cock like lightning, her lips on my nipple, my cock squirting into Lena.

“Take us,” Zara said, spanking me, her breasts grazing my back.

“Switch it up,” Lena said. “Lie down,” I told her. Lena lay back, pulling my cock into her pussy. I leaned forward, arms strong. “I’m ready,” I told Zara. She knelt behind, sliding into my butt, hitting my spot.

Lena’s lips found my nipple, sucking hard, my cock throbbing. Zara’s hands gripped my hips, our rhythm perfect.

“You’re amazing,” Lena moaned, nails digging into my back.

“Feel everything,” Zara said, spanking me, her thrusts wild, her tongue flicking my nipple.

“Suck my breasts,” Lena begged. “Like this?” I asked, licking her nipple, tongue swirling, her screams loud.

“New position,” Zara said. “Stay there, Lena,” I said, kneeling to thrust into her pussy. Zara stood at the bed’s edge, her cock in my butt, her lips teasing my nipple. “Pull me in,” I told Lena, her hands on my butt, Zara’s slaps stinging.

“Harder!” Lena screamed, her pussy soaking.

“You’re ours,” Zara whispered, pounding faster, sucking my nipple.

“One more,” I said. Lena got on her knees, me behind, cock in her pussy. “Now, Zara,” I said, cock in my butt. The angle was tight, Zara’s cock hitting my prostate.

Lena’s lips on my nipple, my cock squirting into Lena, pleasure crashing like waves.

“I’m cumming!” Lena screamed, her pussy pulsing.

“Me too,” Zara gasped, her condom full.

“Same!” I moaned, squirting, body shaking with ecstasy. We fell together, sweaty, laughing, the room thick with sex.

“That was unreal,” I panted, heart soaring.

“Again soon?” Lena asked, Zara’s fingers on my nipple, my cock twitching.

“Count me in,” I grinned, buzzing with bliss.

Days later, Zara texted, “Krishna, do a wellness session, Indian style?”

“Heck yeah!” I replied, eager to share my skills.

I went to Zara’s, candles glowing, lavender in the air. “Work your magic,” Zara said, in a loose robe, eyes flirty.

“Lie down,” I said, starting her 3-hour session with a coconut oil massage. “Nice?” I asked, rubbing her back, her breasts moving. “So good,” she moaned. I used lube on her hole, rubbing her prostate.

“Yes,” she gasped, dripping. I scrubbed her with turmeric paste, then guided Yoga Nidra. “Float away,” I whispered, her smile calm.

Lena texted, “Krishna, give me a wellness massage?”

“Let’s do it,” I said, heading to her place, candles lit. “Show me,” Lena teased, in a silk slip, curves sexy.

“Lie down,” I said, massaging with coconut oil. “Good?” I asked, rubbing her chest, breasts pressing. “Amazing,” she gasped. I touched her clitoris with lube, and then her G-spot. “Oh!” she yelled, cumming. I scrubbed her with turmeric paste, then led Yoga Nidra. “Rise,” I whispered, her smile peaceful.

“Hey, Zara and Lena lit my path,” I’d tell you, now a yoga teacher in India. My skills—Tantra, massage, prostate, clitoris, G-spot—mix sexy and spiritual. My sessions spark bodies with oil, turmeric, and Yoga Nidra.

I’m bisexual, loving all bodies. “Try your prostate or G-spot!” I’d say. If anyone in India wants to try, email me [email protected]

Mera naam Priya hain. Main 21 saal ki hoon. Mera rang dudh jesa gora hain. 20 saal tak main bahot hi sidhi sadi aur sanskari ladki thi. Par jab se 21 saal ki hoon, thodi bigad gayi hoon. Sabke samne sanskari lekin akele main chut mein ungli karne ka bas mauka hi dhundhti rehti hoon.

Main ek apartment mein apne mummy aur papa ke sath rehti hoon. Apartment mein ek watchman bhi hain jo gate ke paas hi rehta hain. Apartment 6 floors ka hain. Mera flat 4th floor par hain. Har floor par 2 flats hain. Niche parking aur uper terrace hain. Parking aur terrace ka aage ke part mein importance hain, isliye pehle bata rahi hoon.

To baat uss time ki jab main bas 21 saal ki thi. Mere birthday ke 2 mahine baad, mummy papa kisi dur ke rishtedar ki shaadi mein jaa rahe the. Main nahi jaa rahi thi kyoki bahot dur kisi gao mein shaadi thi aur 2 week wahi rehna tha. To sirf mummy papa hi ja rahe the.

To main pehli baar apne ghar mein 2 week ke liye akeli rehne wali thi. Meri khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Main to bas wait kar rahi thi ki kab mummy papa uss din shaam shaadi mein jaane ke liye nikle aur main apne kapde utar feku. Main in 2 weeks mein puri nangi rehna ka plan bana chuki thi. Main kapdo ko dekhne bhi nahi wali thi.

Shaam ko 6 baje mummy papa shaadi mein jaane ke liye nikal gaye. Aur 6:05 ko maine apne kapde utar diye aur almari mein rakh kar use lock kar diya. Chabi maine mummy papa ke room mein window se dal thi jo unke bed par giri thi.

Ab mummy papa ke room mein password lock tha. Password mujhe pata tha lekin 2 step varification tha to OTP papa ke phone par jata tha har baar. To Main baar baar to ander ja nahi sakti thi chabi lene aur rakhne le liye. Bas ek do baar hi ja sakti thi – wo bhi papa ko koi bahana batane ke baad. To mera 2 week nanga rehna confirm tha.

Ab ye sab mein 7 baj gaye. Maine, subah ka khana bacha tha, wahi khaya.

Ab raat 8:30 huye the aur mere dimag mein ek risky fantasy aayi. Maine socha, “Aaj raat ghar ke bahar jau, bilkul nangi, aur ghumu.” Soch kar hi meri chut gili ho gayi. Maine chut mein ungli ki aur kuch nudes bhi click kiye apne. Ab raat ke 12:45 ho gaye the.

Main ghar se bahar nikli pehli baar bilkul nangi. Maine door open hi rakha aur sidhiyo se niche jaane lagi. Mujhe darr to lag raha tha ki koi dekh lega lekin bina kapdo ke ghumne ki excitement bhi thi.

Main parking area mein pahoch gayi. Main watchman ko dekh rahi thi ek gadi ke piche chhupkar. Jese hi 1 baja, wo gate se chala gaya.

Maine suna tha papa se ki watchman raat ko 1 baje chai pine jata hain. Aur isliye maine 1 baje hi apartment se bahar nikalne ka plan banaya.

Main gate ke paas aayi aur dekha ki watchman kisi aur ja raha hain. Main uski opposite side jaane ka decide kiya.

Main apartment ke gate se bahar aa gayi. Main raste ke bich bich bina kapdo ke khadi thi. Mera figure 34C-28-32 hain. Meri chut pani chhod rahi thi. Mere nipples shakti se tan gaye the.

Main chalne lagi aas pas dekhte hue ki, “Koi dekh nahi raha hain na?” Fir chalte chalte main apne boobs dabane lagi, nipples pinch karne lagi, apni gand par thappad marne lagi aur chut ko sehlane lagi.

Aise main 10 minutes chali thi aur main nake tak pahuch gayi thi. Yaha se main road start hota hain. Main road par chalne lagi main, wo bhi ab aankh bandh karke. Main bahot confident feel kar rahi thi.

Thodi der chalne ke baad, mujhe road ki uss aur men’s washroom dikha. Maine socha, “Public men’s washroom hain… bohot ganda aur badbudar hoga. Ek baar dekhna to banta hain.”

Maine road cross ki aur men’s washroom mein ander aa gayi. Bahot hi gandi badbu aa rahi thi aur ek bulb chal raha tha. Uss bulb ki roshni mein maine 3 urinals dekhe. Tino bahot gande aur pani mut se bhare hue the. Shayad koi thuka bhi hoga aur koi to jhad bhi gaya hoga inme.

Main ghutno ke bal beth gayi aur bich vale urinal ki surface ko apni jibh se lick kiya. Maine wo ganda mut aur cum wala paani chakha.

Pata nahi kyo, lekin mujhe wo pasand aaya. Fir maine mud ke dekha to 2 indian style toilet bhi the lekin unke door nahi the. Open hi the dono. Aur uske toilet mein pani nahi aata tha to kuch bhi saad nahi tha na urinals aur na hi toilet.

Toilet mein tatti padi hui thi na jaane kitne logo ki. Dono toilet tatti se bhare pade the. Ghutno ke bal main ek toilet tak chal kar gayi aur jhuk kar maine toilet ke farsh ko bhi lick kiya aur tatti bhi chakhi. Mujhe wo bhi pasand aaya.

Mujhe toilet aur urinals apni jibh se saaf karne ka man kiya. Lekin “fir kabhi aaungi” sochkar chhod diya aur bahar aa gayi.

Maine road fir se cross kiya aur jis direction mein pehle chal rahi thi, uss direction mein chalna continue kiya. Mujhe ab bilkul bhi darr nahi lag raha tha. Maine apne sare sanskar ghar par chhod diye the ya kahu to almari mein lock kar diye the. Raat ke 2 baje main road par bina kapdo ke nangi chal rahi thi.

Aage main kya karti hu, wo part 2 mein janiye.

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Dosto, ye to kuch mahino pehle ki meri fantasy thi to jo ho gaya, wo to ho gaya. Aur main wahi bata rahi hoon. Lekin abhi kuch dino mein mummy papa fir se bahar ja rahe hain 3 din ke liye.

Main fir se kuch karne ka soch rahi hoon. Kya karu dosto?

Comments mein suggest karenge na mere dosto. Aur ha… abhi tak ki story kesi lagi, wo bhi comment karna.

Next part aane tak socho ki maine kya kiya hoga 2 baje ke baad.

My mom was all set on screwing me. She held me by my hand and walked her baby boy to her bedroom. As the door closed behind them, Sejalben and my aunt could not help but laugh.

They saw the way my mother looked at me. They knew my mother could not be any more desperate to fuck me. They had been telling her about the amazing sex they had with me. Maybe that’s why my mother could not keep it to herself any longer.

I was feeling a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion. Never have I ever thought of my mother in a sexual way before, but it was about to change forever. As we entered my mom’s room, she latched the door behind us.

She gave me a seductive smile, something a son never expects from her mother. She was wearing a silk nightie that accentuated her curves. I could feel my heart racing as she approached me.

“Mom, what are you doing? Please stop!” I asked and pleaded with her to stop. But she was not listening to me. “I’m your mother, and I have my needs to fulfil,” she said in a dominating voice. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer for a kiss.

“How does it feel if my own son gives pleasure to his aunt and maid, but not his mother, the same mother who carries him in her womb for nine months? I want you to make love to me, just like you do with Sejal and your chachi. Come, make love to your mommy!”

I was taken by shock. I had never thought of my mom in a sexual way before. “That’s a different thing, Mom. Sejal is our maid, and I was helping Chachiji in a way, you know.”

“So, help your mom, too, son. I am wet already! Fuck me, baby.” As she stood before me, her intentions were very clear about what she wanted. My body was giving in. I couldn’t deny my own desires any longer.

“Okay, Mom. Since you insist so much, your boy is ready to enter you again,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. “Now that’s my sweet boy. Give your mom a big kiss…”

We kissed for a long time. Our tongues were already in action. Now I wanted my mom as much as she wanted me. My mom was quick to drop her nightie on the floor. She also tore apart my clothes.

The mother-son couple were naked and ready for some action. I touched her body, feeling her breasts as she moaned in excitement. “Fuck me, son,” she whispered while biting me. “Fuck me like I am your bitch.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I placed her on the bed and spread her legs wide. And in an instant, I put my dick into my mother’s vagina. In and out I went, thrusting into her, making her moan every second. She was about to orgasm, and I cum inside her.

She too came at the same moment. We lay there, after taking our relationship to a whole new level. I knew that this was something that we would never forget and would only make our bond grow stronger.

I kissed her and said, “I love you, Mom. Not the usual mom-son love, something much beyond.” She replied, “I love you too, baby. Always. Give your mommy a big kiss. Muaah!”

We spent some time kissing each other and fell asleep beside each other naked.
The next morning at about 8 am, Sejal and my aunt were knocking on the door, which woke me up. I was still naked, but I opened the door.

Sejal came in and said, “Darling, I have made breakfast for you.” Sejal and my aunt saw me and my mom naked and smiled. I woke up my mom and said, “Mom, Sejal and chachi saw us naked. Dress up!”

“Relax motherfucker. They know about this!”

The three ladies started laughing while I was confused. My mom leaned forward to hug me and said, “Beta, I told them about us. Don’t worry, I am not ashamed of sleeping with my son, nor should you be ashamed of sleeping with your mother. After all, sex is the best form of love, isn’t it?”

I looked at Sejal and my aunt, expecting them to be shocked or disgusted. But instead, they were smiling at me. “I am happy for you, beta.” Sejal said, “I know how much you love your mom, and I know that she loves you too. Bhabhi, we should try a threesome with him next.”

My aunt nodded in agreement. “We are a family, beta,” she said. “And sex makes a family come together. Let’s do a group sex, right now.”

My Mom said, “Relax, Swati, let us have some food first.”

All four of us sat down for breakfast. The three ladies were discussing the positions they love to fuck me. Chachi said, “I like the way he does anal sex. You should definitely get your ass screwed by your son.”

Sejal laughed and said, “For me, it’s missionary. He is just the master of it.” As we finished eating, my mom looked at me and smiled. “I love you, baby,” she said. “I love you too, Mom,” I replied, “I love you, chachi and Sejal.”

We stood up and hugged each other. We were now ready for a big session of sex. I had to satisfy three ladies, my mom, aunt and maid at the same time. I was up for the challenge to satisfy them all.

The ladies led me to the drawing room, as there was no one in the house but us. I sat on the sofa while the ladies danced and put on a sexy show for me.

What happens between me and the ladies in our group sex session will be shared in the next part of this series. I hope you enjoyed this story.