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Bhivani ki chut na jane kitni baar jhad chuki thi aur Avinash fir se chut mein lund daal kar chodne laga.

Bhivani ki kamuk awaaz aur tej hone lagi uske saath hi Avinash ki chudai ki speed bhi tej ho rahi thi. Avinash aur Bhivani dono ko khoob maza aa raha tha chudai mein kyu ki dono hi ek se badh kar ek the chudai mein.

Avinash to ek bhoot tha par Bhivani insan ho kar bhi sex mein haar nahi maan rahi thi. Woh lagatar Avinash ko apni chut aur gaand de rahi thi aur bade lund ka maza le rahi thi. Bhivani ghodi ban kar chut marwa kar bahut khush thi.

Bhivani apna chehara piche ki aur Avinash ko lipkiss karne lagi par woh ab jyada hil nahin rahi thi kyu ki Avinash ne usko aisa jakad rakha tha ki woh sirf chudwa sake baki hill bhi na sake.

Bhivani: Aah, main fir se jhadne wali hoon. I am cumming.

Bhivani jhad chuki thi aur Avinash bhi jhadne hi wala tha ki usne aur 10 shot lagaya chut mein aur apni malai ki pichkari chut mein maar di. Chut Avinash ke bhutiya gadhe sperm se bhar chuki thi.

Avinash lund fasa kar bistar par Bhivani ke saath chipak kar puchne laga ki kesa laga tumhe suhagraat.

Bhivani: Ab to rooj hi suhagraat hai meri.

Avinash ki najar baar baar Diksha par ja rahi thi aur woh Diksha ke boobs ko dekhne laga jo nind mein upar niche ho rahe the uske saanse lene se.

Bhivani: kya dekh rahe ho? Abhi bhi pyash nahin bhujhi kya aap ki?

Avinash: yaaaar tumhari ye bahan Diksha hai badi mast. Aaj isko sone nahi de sakta, iski chut fir se marne ka mauka kese jane du main.

Bhivani hansne lagi.

Bhivani: Chalo thik hai, aa jao uske paas.

Avinash uske paas let gaya aur uski gaand par haath ferne laga. Bhivani Avinash ke balo mein haath ferne lagi aur apne boobs ke nipple Avinash ke peeth se ragarne lagi.

Avinash dhire se Diksha ke boobs ko apne muh mein le leta hai aur chusne lagta hai. Fir wohi badbu jese ki koi plastic jal raha hai aur ye bechain kar deta hai Bhivani ko aur tab tak Diksha ki bhi nind tut chuki thi.

Bhivani uth kar room ki khidki kholti hai ki badbu kam ho jaye aur bahar se thandi aur khushboo dar sughand aati hai par ye badbu sirf room mein hi kyu thi. Kya iska koi lena dena tha Avinash se, kyu ki woh to ek bhoot tha.

Avinash fir Diksha ko apne lund par bitha kar uchalne laga Diksha usse chipak gayi. Avinash ne apna lund uski chut ke pure andar tak daal diya aur uske chutadon ko pakad kar usse uchal uchal kar chodne laga.

Diksha: Dheere se mere pati dev ji please, dard ho raha hai.

Avinash: Chudai bhi koi dhire hoti h kya? Main to maza lene ke liye chodta hu aur dheere nahi chodta. Dheere chudna hai to tumhe kisi aur se chudna padega.

Diksha: Zor hi chod do par kisi aur se nahi chudungi main bas aap ki hu aap jesa chaho karo.

Avinash: Mujhe to tujhe bibi banakar rakhna hai. Kutiya ki tarah chodunga tujhe aur teri bahan ko. Kitni garam maal ho tum dono tumhari maa bhi aisi hi garam maal hogi jarur.

2 minutes mein hi Diksha jhadne lagi. Diksha ki chut ka pani lund par chiknai paida kar rahi thi. Lund chut ki chudai se fach fach ki awaaz aane lagi.

Bhivani Diksha ke boobs ko dabane lagi aur bolne lagi ki bahan Diksha aaj se hum dono ka nasib mein ek hi lund hai aur ek hi bistar mein hum dono ki chudai hogi. Dekho hum dono aaj jitna chudi hai itna to kabhi nahi chudi thi. Aur Abhinash jesa pati badi kismat se mila hai hum dono bahanon ko.

Diksha: Ha Bhivani didi aaj se hum dono sirf Avinash ki hai aur inko khush karna hi hamara dharam hai. Hum dono ki chut mein sirf Inka musal lund hi jayga aur hum dono jindgi bhar ke liye Avinash ki dashi ban kar rahegi.

Bhivani: ek aurat tab hi aurat kahlati hai jab uska mard usko chod kar hila kar rakh de aur aaj dekho Avinash ji ne hum dono bahano ko kitna jyada khush kar diya hai chod chod kar.

Avinash bhi ab jhadne hi wala tha aur usne sara maal Diksha ki chut mein chod diya aur dono bed par let gaye aur Diksha ki chut mein se ab bhi Avinash ka maal tapak raha tha.

Bhivani jaldi se lund ki taraf aai aur lund ko muh mein le kar chus chus kar saaf ki.

Jab time dekhe to ghadi mein 4 bajne wale the. Diksha uth kar jane lagi to Avinash ne uske haathon ko pakad liya aur pucha ki kaha ja rahi ho?

Diksha: Main bathroom ja rahi hu mutne ab kya aap bhi chloge mere saath?

Avinash ne Diksha ko apni aur khich liya aur uske honthon ko chusne kar kaha ki maine tumse shadi ki hai sirf chudai ke liye nahi balki tumhe apna banaya hai. Tum meri ho to tumhara jism ke saath hi ye mut jise tum susu kahti ho woh bhi to mera hai.

Avinash Diksha ko bed ke kone par betha kar khud niche ghutnon mein beth gaya aur apna muh chut mein laga diya. Diksha ko bola ki mujhe pila to tumhara ye amrit jesa mut.

Diksha ek baar to Bhivani ki taraf dekhi fir usne dhire dhire Avinash ke muh mein susu karna suru kar diya. Avinash bhoot bhi ahista-ahista Diksha ke chut se susu pene laga aur wesa hi usne Bhivani ke sath bhi kiya.

Avinash fir se dono bahan ko ek ek round aur choda fir sab ek dusre se chipak kar sone lage. Aise hi puri raat dono bahanon ko ragar ke chodta hai. Dono bahan ki gajab ki chudai hoti hai.

Dusre din subhe dono bahan ki haalat patli ho chuki thi chut aur gaand suj chuki thi, dono bahan se khada tak nahi huwa jaa raha tha. Jyoti dono ke liye garam pani laai chut aur gaand ki sek karte rahe pure din aur fir raat ko wohi Avinash fir dono ko brahmi se chodne lagta hai.

Avinash dono ko kai dino tak khoob choda aisa mein kuch hafte paar ho jate hai ki pata hi nahi chalta hai ki Diksha aur Bhivani dono kab pregnant hojati hai.

Dono mil kar Avinash ko nahlati aur dono usko khoob pyar karti. Ek ki chudai khatm hoti to dusri ki suru ho jati aur aise hi dono ka pet ab nikalne laga tha.

Bhivani aur Diksha ki panty bra chori hone lage to kavi unke ghar par kuch nakhun to kabhi ajib ajib chiz milne lagi jo Bhivani aur Diksha ko samaj nahi aai. Ye log ne socha ki panty aur bra to jarur Avinash hi chori karta hoga.

Par aisa bhi ho sakta hai ki koi aur bhi ho jo ye sab karta ho. Par ek bhoot jis ghar par ho aur uski biwi se kon hi aisa kaam karega, aur ghar par aa kar panty aur bra churana to dur ki baat hai.

Itne dino mein Jyoti puri tarah se Avinash ke control mein aa chuki thi. Avinash aaj Jyoti ko le kar fir us pipal ke ped par chala gaya aur waha usko kiss karne laga par ek limit mein hi tha. Kiss se jayada kuch bhi nahi kar raha tha.

Avinash ne raat hone ka intezar kia aur jab andheri raat ho gai to waha aahat hone lagi, hawa chalne lagi aur ek hi baar mein barish suru ho gai.

Jyoti Avinash se chipak gai par ye Avinash nahi tha.

To ye tha kon?

Andhere aur barish mein Jyoti gili ho chuki thi uske kapde uske jism se chipak gaye the aur woh khud Avinash se. Par ye to koi aur hi tha jo Jyoti ko abhi bhi pata nahi tha aur woh Avinash hi soch kar uske hothon mein honth laga kar chusne lagi thi.

Jyoti ke andar sex ka toofan ban chuka tha aur woh pure mood mein thi aur beintehaa usko chum rahi thi.

Jyoti jiske saath sambandh bana rahi thi woh koi aur nahi balki bhoot log ka raja bhoot raaj tha. Bhoot raaj ko sirf kuwari ladki pasand hoti hai jo sundar ke saath seal pack ho, aur aaj Jyoti ko bhoot raaj ke paas la kar Avinash bas apni ek sewa kar raha tha bhoot raaj ke liye.

Bhoot raaj Jyoti ke honthon ko chusne laga aur ek jinda ladki ke saath sambandh banana suru kar chuka tha. Jyoti ke mithe honthon ko chuste huwe apni jeebh ko uske muh ke andar daal diya aur pure muh ko chatne laga aur Jyoti ki jeebh ko chusne laga.

Jyoti ki chut gili hone lagi kyu ki aaj tak usne kisi ko kiss nahi kia tha aur aaj pahli baar woh ek mard ke bahon mein thi aur apni honthon ko chuswa kar apne ko aurat bana dene ke karib le jane lagi thi.

Bhoot raaj Jyoti ke boobs mein haath laga diya aur Jyoti ki gardan ko chat raha tha,. Uske boobs par aaj pahli baar kisi ne haath lagaya tha aur ye ahsash Jyoti ko khoob pasand aaya aur jab uski boobs ko aur jor se dabane laga to ek halka dard uski muh se siskiyaan nikalne lagi.

Bhoot raaj se ab raha nahi gaya aur woh Jyoti ki tops ko utar diya aur ek jhatke mein uski bra bhi utar di. Jyoti ke khule boobs bhoot raaj ke samne the aur bina der kiye woh unhe dono haathon se dabaya aur fir apne muh mein le kar chusne laga.

Dono boobs ko badal badal kar chusne laga aur uske nipple ko jeebh se ragarne laga, daanton ke bich le kar halka katne lagta nipple aur Jyoti to puri tarah se swarg ka gota laga rahi thi usko itna acha pahle kabhi nahi laga jitna ki aaj apne boobs chuswa kar usko lag raha tha.

Bhoot raaj dono boobs ke bich jeebh se chatne laga aur dono boobs ke bich apna chehra ko daba deta aur Jyoti bhi bhoot raaj ke chehre ko apni boobs ke bich dabane lagi.

Bhoot raaj aur thora niche aaya aur usko nabhi dikhi jisme usne jeebh daal di aur kuch mantra bolne laga aur jese hi usne mantra bola Jyoti aisi ho gai ki usko hosh hote huwe bhi usko kuch pata nahi tha ki uske saath kya ho raha hai.

Jyoti ne bhoot raaj ka lund apne haathon mein le liya aur apni nabhi mein laga kar bhoot raaj ke aankhon mein dekhne lagi aur apni pent ko khol kar nangi ho gai.

Jyoti: aao bhoot raaj meri kuwari chut ko apne lund se khol kar mujhe aurat banao aur meri jawani ka bhog lagao.

Jyoti kya bol rahi thi usko kuch pata nahi tha aur na hi usko ab ye pata tha ki bhoot raaj matlab bhoot hai ye aur woh khud ko chodne ke liye bol rahi hai ek bhoot ko.

Bhoot raaj ne Jyoti ka kandha padka aur niche ghutnon mein betha kar uske muh ke andar apna lund daal diya aur uski muh chodan suru kar diya.

Bhoot raaj ke lund ko icecreams ke jese chusti Jyoti aur fir bhoot raaj Jyoti ki yoni dekh kar khush ho gaya.

Jyoti bilkul kuwari thi yoni mein halke ghungrale baal the. Yoni ki fank ek dusre se chipki huwi thi shayad aaj tak Jyoti ne ek ungli bhi nahi dali thi apni chut mein.

Bhoot raaj to itna khush tha Avinash se ki kya mast maal la kar diya hai Avinash aur apne baad usko hi bhoot log ka raja banane ki bol di.

Bhoot raaj yoni ki aur apna chehra kia aur yoni mein se halki pesab ki gandh bhoot raaj ke liye koi sahad ya amrit ki gandh thi. Bhoot raaj Jyoti ki yoni mein apni jeebh ferana laga aur uski yoni ka swad lena laga.

Jyoti bhi bhoot raaj ke saar ko pakad kar chut mein dabane lagi aur bhoot raaj apni ungliyon se chut ki fank ko khol kar dekhta hai kitni jyada chipki huwi thi woh aur usme Jyoti ka safed chut ka gadha maal laga huwa tha.

Jyoti jhadne lagi thi, bhoot raaj ne apni jeebh bahar ki aur dono fank ke bich rakh kar Jyoti ki malai ko apne jeebh par lekar chatne laga.

Bhoot raaj 15 minutes tak Jyoti ki chut chat-te raha aur fir Jyoti ki chut mein lund ghis kar shot lagane laga. Ek do shot mein to lund fisal kar bahar ho gaya aur fir thora andar gaya ki Jyoti chikh padi. Jyoti ki chut andar se itni jyada garam thi ki lund ko uski garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Bhoot raaj ne bina ruke Jyoti ki chut ke andar apna lund daal diya aur usko chodne laga. Jyoti ki chudai khoob der tak chali aur bhoot raaj Jyoti ko ragar kar ek aurat to bana hi diya par uski aag Jyoti shant nahi kar pai.

Avinash Jyoti ko le kar wapas ghar aa jata hai aur Jyoti ki chudai woh khud bhi kar deta hai.

Jab ye baat Bhivani ko pata chali to woh naraj hoti hai ki Jyoti ko chodna hi tha to suhagraat mana lete aise chodne ki kya jarurat thi.

Jyoti se ab thora dur hi rahne laga Avinash aur ne hi usko Diksha aur Bhivani ki chut mil pa rahi thi kyu ki dono to pregnant thi.

Avinash apne pipal ke ped par chala gaya kyu ki jab tak bacha nahi hota uska yaha reh kar koi fayda nahi tha. Par ye fayda kisi aur ko ho gaya jesa hi Avinash yaha se jata hai.

Kisi aur ko pata chal gaya ki ab ghar par Avinash bhoot nahi hai aur woh khul kar apna kaam kar sakta hai jo bhi usko karna hai.

Akhir kon hai woh? Kon Avinash bhoot aur Bhivani ke upar najar rakh raha tha? Kya ye hi hai woh jo panty bra chori karta tha? Akhir ye sab kon aur kyu kar raha tha?

Sare sawal ke jawab ke liye aap next part padhna na bhule.

To be continued.

Writer – Neha Agarwal

A bright Wednesday morning welcomed my sleepy eyes. I woke up, stretching myself in front of the mirror. The clock showed 5.30 a.m. “Fucking momos. I’m late.” It’s always the same with me. Momos? I don’t even like momos. It’s just this weird thing I’ve said for ages now — some odd habit that sticks.

Nothing personal. But somehow, in those few seconds of flustered panic, it feels right. Another stretch. Nothing too fancy, just enough to convince myself I’m getting the blood flowing. The clock on my phone was relentless, though — glaring back at me like it had some vendetta.

My hand reached for the yoga mat on the mirror stand, spreading it across the floor. Being a yoga practitioner all my life, I calmly relaxed my breathing before starting each asana one after the other. Each one was tough by general opinion, but I effortlessly performed with dedication and discipline.

After an hour, I looked over at my reflection in the giant wooden mirror, silently waiting in the corner. A girl stood on the other side, with a pretty heart-shaped face, slender, with really beautiful curves. Quickly freshening up, a graceful bath in the hot shower, I prepared for the office.

I left my apartment, clad in a saree, my usual office attire. I was the only one to wear a saree to the office daily, owing to my orthodox, strict Brahmin upbringing. The same which made me never date anyone, though I am hot eye candy myself.

Cruising through the busy streets of Bangalore, I often miss the peacefulness of my village back in Alappuzha, Kerala. Reaching the office, I made my way to my cabin, fending off glares, compliments, and greetings from the staff.

At 24, I just got promoted to Advertisement Manager, the youngest person to be in that position in the MNC I was working in. It was my hard work and commitment, coupled with my natural talent as a people person. It landed me a huge promotion in just 2 years.

I opened the door to my new cabin, wondering when I would get used to having a cabin for myself. An excited feeling of accomplishment rang in my head as I saw my name board on the table, Apsara Pandit. I smiled as I gracefully sat on the chair.

I childishly rotated before stopping abruptly as my phone rang. It was Sophia Rathore, the Assistant Director of our branch, who was my boss. I sprang up almost instinctively, “Hello ma’am,” I respectfully answered the call.

“Hey Apsara, have you settled in your new cabin yet?” She queried. She had an authoritarian voice, though elegant and posh. She is of upper management, and her decision is final in our branch.

“Yeah, it’s really great. Thanks for all the support, ma’am,” I responded.

“Okay. I want you to know you earned it. However, I expect a lot from you. I have sent an email right now, go through it. We have a meeting with that client coming on Friday. I need you to pitch the idea we discussed. Make a PowerPoint presentation. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am, saw the mail. I’ll get it done” A silent pressure shook me, the first responsibility as manager. I cannot afford a mess up. Spending the rest of the day on the presentation, based on prior discussions and my own research, it was almost done.

Just need to wrap this in an elegant format, then it’s over, a job of less than 2 hours. And I have the whole next day remaining. Deciding to call it a day, I packed my things to leave. Not bad!

Walking down the stairs, I saw Kunal. A tall, handsome guy, already a manager in the company. He was staring at me with puppy eyes. I did feel sorry for him as I ignored him, moving on. He was the latest guy whose proposal I rejected, and he definitely won’t be the last.

While parking my scooter in the shed back at the apartment, Pournima walked up to me. “Hey, manager ma’am,” she mocked as she pinched my shoulder.

“Ouch,” I giggled. Pournima is a married homemaker, living next to my apartment. She’s a close friend of mine, and we hang out in the evenings, cooking food, and shopping. She never made me miss home. “Where’s the party you scrooges?”

“Scroogess? That’s not even a word!” breaking into laughter “Okay, Highness, I’ll do the cooking today, happy?!”

I got back to my apartment, planning to cook something really nice. Veg fried rice and Paneer butter masala with Gulab Jamun as dessert, good idea! I thought to myself. I scavenged my kitchen. “Paneer Check! Rice Check! Oh wait! Tomatoes!”

I put my hand on my head, tomatoes being the only missing ingredient. I need to shop just for that. Pournima told me of a new vegetable vendor close to our apartment. So no longer necessary for a drive to the store, almost a kilometre away.

From afar, the stall was humble, but seemed clean. There was no customer, which meant no queue to wait for. While walking over, I simultaneously checked my Google Drive, trying to arrange a few documents I gathered back when in the office.

I reached the stall, eyes glued to the phone for a few minutes. “Fucking momos!” I yelled, unable to find a file, only to find it in the next few seconds. A relief soothed me as I put away my phone, looking up to meet the vendor.

It was a young boy. A book on Engineering Graphics in his hand, something taught during the first year of engineering. So, he’s probably 18 or 19 years old. So he is in his growing phase, but at least now, he is shorter than me. His face was of mongoloid structure, strongly suggesting north east Indian.

He was very cute, though he emitted a certain rough, thick masculinity, aided by well-defined biceps and arms adorned with complex tattoos. His t-shirt was torn and dirty, and he was wearing beaded bands on his arms.

The kid seemed to belong to the slum complex a few blocks away. However, he carried an aura of firm personality and maturity. “One kilo of tomato, please” I smiled at him in a friendly gesture. He indifferently stared at me, then returned to reading his book.

I was taken aback. He was obviously being rude, ignoring me plainly. It was shocking, never have I been ignored or rejected. In a slightly higher tone, I repeated, “Kiddo… I said, One kilo tomato please.”

He raised his head briefly, giving me an irritated look, before getting back to his book. A cocktail of emotions was spinning in my head. I scoffed and left the stall. Getting back to my apartment, I closed the door behind me. I was disturbed; I thought this day was going to be perfect.

I lay on my sofa, thinking about what went wrong. Was it the momos remark? Or is he like that generally? I got lost in my thoughts, feeling uneasy. Brushing it off as a silly incident, I went to prepare food as planned. But I couldn’t; some uneasiness held me back.

I called up Pournima to tell her to cancel our plans as I wasn’t feeling good. I kept on rewinding the scene and again, getting more restless each time. Finally, I decided to sleep on it, maybe I’ll be better tomorrow.

The next day, I woke up at 5.30 a.m. But today, I wasn’t feeling any energy or enthusiasm. I pulled my blanket over and slept again. I woke up again at 10.30 a.m. “Dammit, I’m late for work!” Opening my laptop, I applied for Work From Home.

I felt guilty and disappointed, I had never before broken my yoga session before, nor missed a day at work. My mind drifted to yesterday, how a perfect day was ruined, and my mood got worse than yesterday. I needed a distraction. I opened my laptop again, working on my presentation.

An hour passed by, but I was getting nowhere. My mind was not in the right place. I closed my laptop. Getting dressed in a loose t-shirt and pyjamas, I get a polythene cover and head outside. I watch the stall from a distance, and there is a good crowd there.

I needed some closure, or maybe I’ll yell at the kid, I needed something. I reached the stall, waiting in the queue. I saw Pournima there, and she waved at me. I listlessly waved back as I joined her, skipping the crowd. She was buying vegetables and also chatting with the boy.

He was totally different now, smiling mischievously as they went, talking, occasionally flirting. When her turn was done, she moved aside. I raised my voice, “A kilo of tomato.”

Seeing me, the smile on his face disappeared. He didn’t care to open his mouth, just signalled his hand to move to the back of the line. Some aunties in the line joined him, ordering me to get in line. I felt humiliated as I abruptly left, and Pournami followed.

“Are you okay?” She asked as we entered the building. “You said you’re not feeling so good yesterday”.

“Yeah… no, I’m fine,” I replied, “Who is that kid?” I poked her

Her face lit up, “Oh, him, that’s Anang. His family is from Manipur, though he’d been here his whole life. He lives in that slum complex. Isn’t he adorable?”

“You seem to like that prick a lot, or you forgot you’re married,” I shot back before thinking. I walked ahead, leaving Pournima behind, shocked.

Back in my room, I was feeling miserable as each second passed. Never in my life have I felt so helpless. I couldn’t figure out why he’s rude to me. Finally, I decided. He’s just a slum kid, a poor beggar, who doesn’t even deserve a second of my attention. I switched on my TV.

A little after noon, the sun was bright. I observed the stall; there was nobody buying, just him. I inched closer to the stall. “What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I let this go?” I shrugged as I reached the stall entrance. “I need one kilo of tomato,” I demanded.

The boy just sat there indifferently. After a brief pause, he got up reluctantly, weighing a kilo of tomato before dumping it into the polythene, tossing it at me. I extended the money. He didn’t even bother to check, gesturing for me to keep it on the counter, while he returned to his phone.

I walked away. I felt a slight feeling of victory; I got the tomato. Back in my kitchen, I was chopping up the vegetables, deciding to make something elaborate. I set the water to boil, waiting. Several minutes passed by, and the water had already been boiling for a long time, as I got back to my senses.

I couldn’t lie to myself anymore; I was not over it. It was never about some tomatoes, a lie that I used to soothe my mind. It was about the lingering thought of rejection, something I never had to deal with. Now it caught me off guard. I needed closure. I was obsessed with him!

Evening grew thicker as the streets began getting empty. I got back from the shower, getting into grey pyjamas, and a pink body-hugging off-shoulder long sleeves. My work was a mess. A few minutes of focus is enough to clear it up, but focus is something I didn’t have.

I lay back on my cushion, closing my eyes. My day of promotion got ruined, I was rude to my best friend, I suffered a lot of mental stress. My work is messed up, all because of that slum prick. I felt embarrassed as I let this happen to me. I’m better than this. I felt grains of anger lingering in me as I got up.

It was around 11.00 pm. I was marching towards the stall. This time, I’ll show him! No more being nice. The prick had been taking advantage of my kindness. These idiots don’t deserve politeness. The only question that remains is whether he’s dumb or just a rude asshole.

The stall was semi-shut; he might be inside preparing to close and go home to his filthy slum house! I walk inside the stall, closing the shutter behind me. He was surprised to see me, which seemed cute for a moment. He let go of the basket he had in his hand, the tattoo on his biceps flowing accordingly.

He looked intensely at me as I went close to him. “What the fuck do you want?” he asked arrogantly. I stood frozen, unable to choose my next move. The intention to hurt him ebbed away as the boy stood close to me now, his eyes showing firm resolve.

He wasn’t afraid, nor did he care. He is arrogant, rude, and insanely hot! That’s what was bothering me all along! I was attracted to him from the moment I saw him, and his arrogance only fuelled it. An overwhelming sensation got over me as I looked at him, like a prey that walked into a lion’s den willingly.

“I’ll go, we’ll talk later,” I softly told him as I subtly retreated. But my luck was already down the bin. He sensed my feelings as he firmly gripped my hand “Where are you going now?” He pulled me closer to him gently, in a continuous flow. I moved to him, pressing myself to him, locking our lips.

A wild frenzy ensued as we were smooching each other with raw passion. Embarrassed, angry, and horny, I got into a heated tongue battle with the hot slum boy who ruined my two days.

Breaking off the kiss, he brushed his lips along my neck down to the shoulder exposed by the off-shoulder sleeve. He had a hunger that made me tremble. He licked, nipped and traced every curve, sinking his mouth on my collarbone. He was sucking the delicate skin while I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Embarrassed, biting my lips, desperately trying to hold my moans from escaping. I gasped as his hands found my ass, pressing the soft peaches through my thin fabric pyjamas as his lips found mine again. We made out feverishly, my desire burning away any final residues of resistance.

Within minutes, my sleeves fell on the dirty ground, leaving me in a black bra barely holding my huge breasts. Moving his arm behind my back. His skilled fingers unclasped the hook effortlessly, tossing the black fabric aside.

In a mixed feeling of embarrassment and pride, I did not even try to hide my exposed breasts. An erotic burning sensation coursed through me as, for the first time in my life, a guy was seeing me so. Without wasting any time, he pushed me down. My back squashed a heap of tomatoes on the ground.

My body was tainted with red juice as I giggled at the irony. Now I have all the tomatoes I need. He climbed on me, fondling my breasts as he sucked on my nipples. I was on cloud nine. I got lost in pleasure, moaning so loud I thought I might wake the whole neighbourhood.

He took his time feasting on my erect nipples, sucking and licking. I moaned and squirmed, kissing his hair as my fingers traced his muscular shoulders. He trailed kisses down my toned belly, sucking on my navel, making my belly jump up in excitement.

He looked at me, smirking, as I blushed. Suddenly, we heard a thud on the door.

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Ab aage:

Mihir ke samne teeno se badhkar ek bhadiya maal khadi thi. Mihir in logo ko dekh kar apna lund khada kar chuka tha. Teeno ye intezar mein thi ki kis ko Mihir haath lagayga aur kis ke glass se dudh peyega.

Mihir ne teeno se kaha, “Ab tum sab meri biwi ho. Aaj se meri sabse jyada karib jo rahegi woh hai Jyoti jisko main tan maan aur dhan se apna raha hu. Diksha aaj se Jyoti ke baad Jyoti ki dashi hogi aur meri patni jisko mere liye bacha paida karna hoga.”

“Aur Bhivani meri woh biwi hai jo meri hi nahi balki meri lund ki rani hai. Bhivani hi hai jo har ek wakt mere saath rahegi aur ek pal bhi mere se alag nahi rahegi.”

Mihir ne apna haath aage badhaya aur Jyoti uske paas aai aur apne haathon se dudh pilane lagi fir Diksha ne aur uske baad Bhivani dudh pilane lagi to Mihir uski patli kamar pakar kar apni aur khich liya aur dudh pene laga.

Jyoti ab sahi mayne mein mihir ki dharam patni thi aur baki Diksha aur Bhivani to sirf chudai ki maal thi.

Mihir Jyoti se bola ki uske ghar ka ek niyam hai aur woh hai ki apni shadi ki pali raaat ko pati patni ek saath nahi sote. Tum meri patni ho to hum kal se hi saath so sakte hai.

Jyoti ka muh chota sa ho gaya kaha usne to kya kya sapne dekh liye the aur Mihir ne to ab ye baat bol kar sab khatam kar diya. Jyoti muh latka kar wapas jane lagi aur saath hi Diksha aur Bhivani bhi jane lagi.

Mihir ne Bhivani ko aawaz di aur bola ki, “Tum kaha ja rahi ho?”

Bhivani: aap ne hi to abhi kaha ki pati patni ek saath nahi sote shadi ki pahli raat ko.

Mihir: ha pati patni ek saath nahi sote aur yaha sirf Jyoti meri dharam patni hai. Tum dono bahan Diksha aur Bhivani meri patni ho jo mera khayal rakhegi aur mujhe khush karogi.

Ye baat sun kar Diksha aur Bhivani ko kharab laga. Par ab koi upai nahi tha aur sirf Bhivani hi ab room mein reh gayi thi Mihir ke saath.

Mihir room bandh kar deta hai. Bhivani ke paas aa kar dono haath pakad kar usko bolta hai, “Main tumse pyaar karta hu aur sirf tumhari khushi ke liye hi maine Diksha aur Jyoti se shadi ki hai.”

Bhivani Mihir ke aankhon mein dekh rahi thi ki ye kya bol raha hai. Abhi to bol raha tha ki woh Jyoti ko dharm patni manta hai aur ab bol raha hai ki mujse pyaar.

Bhivani ko kuch samaj nahi aaya. Mihir samaj gaya aur bola, “Bhivani, main sirf 22 saal ka hu aur tum 30 ki ho mere se badi ho aur samajhdar bhi par tumne ye konsa jadu kar diya jabse maine tumhe dekha hai bas tumhara ho kar hi reh gaya hu.”

“Aur ek baat Bhivani meri chahat itni jyada hai tumse ki main apna kuwara pan tumhe dena chahta hu. Ha Bhivani tum hi woh aurat banogi jo mujhe mard banaogi, tum hi woh hasina ho jo mere lund ki seal khologi.”

“Ha Bhivani tum meri pahli aurat banogi jo mujhe bina kapde ke dekhogi aur main tumhara aur sirf tumhara ban kar rahunga. Tumhari sundarta itni jyada hai, tum mujhe itni jyada pasand ho ki Maine tumhare liye hi aaj Jyoti aur Diksha ko apne se dur kiya hai ki aaj ki raat sirf hum dono rahe.”

Bhivani ko ye sab sun kar ab kaafi acha laga. Woh apne ko khush naseeb maan rahi thi ki aaj uske sundarta ke karan hi uske paas ek itna jawan ladka hai jo us se shadi kar ke usko pyaar karna chahta hai.

Mihir ne aage kaha, “Bhivani tum kitni sundar lag rahi ho is golden lengha mein, aur tumhare ye sleeveless blouse aahhh kya lag rahi ho. Jesa maine kabhi kalpana ki thi ki meri dream girl aisi ho bilkul tum jesi Bhivani.”

Mihir thora aur paas hojata hai aur apne dono haath uski patli kamar par rakh deta hai. Dono itne karib the ki dono ki saanse ek dusre se takra rahi thi.

Mihir ki najar Bhivani ke boobs par ja rahi thi jo upar se dikh rahe the. Blouse deep neck hone ke karan aur Bhivani itne jor jor se saansen le rahi thi ki uske 36 ke boobs upar niche ho rahe the.

Mihir apni haathon ki ungliyon se Bhivani ki nabhi ki ring ko dekhne laga aur nabhi mein ek ungli daal kar gol-gol ghumate hue taarif karne laga. Bhivani ki itni jyada taarif aaj tak nahi hui thi aur aaj aisi tarif sun kar usko maza aane laga laga.

Mihir bade achi se Bhivani ko bed ke paas le aaya aur usko bed par betha kar uske pairo ke paas aa kar beth gaya. Uske pair ko pakad kar apne hathon mein le liya aur bola ki ye sundar pair ab mere hai aur us par ek kiss kar diya.

Bhivani ke pair ko uske chappal ke saath hi apne sarr par rakh kar bola, “Ab tumhara adhikar hai aur tum jo bologi woh hi karunga main. Par iske liye tumhe mujhe khush rakhna hoga.”

Bhivani apni sundarta par chur ho kar ye bhi bhul gayi ki woh ek divorced thi aur dusri shadi jis se ki woh usko pregnant kar ke bhag gaya tha. Aur idhar woh apne pair ki ungliyon ko Mihir ke honthon par ghisne lagi. Mihir bhi uski ungliyon ko kiss karta haur apni jeebh se chatne laga.

Bhivani ne ab bhi high heel ki chappal pahni hui thi aur chappal hote hue bhi Mihir uske pair ko kiss kar raha tha. Bhivani ke lengha ko thora aur upar kar ke uske gore pair ko apni jeebh se chatne laga aur lengha dhire dhire upar hote chala gaya aur ghutnon tak ho chuka tha.

Bhivani ne ek dam se apne pair ko Mihir se hataya aur uske kandhe ko pakad kar bed par betha diya aur usko apne godi mein sula kar boli ki aap hi jano aisa kya pasand aa gaya aap ko mere mein jo itna pyar kar rahe ho.

Mihir apne haathon se uske baalon mein laga laal phool ko le kar sunghne laga aur bola ki ye phool ki tarah ho tum bas pyar ke liye hi bani ho, maan karta hai ki tumhe ek pal ke liye bhi apne se dur na karu.

Bhivani Mihir ke sarr par haat ferti hui baat kar rahi thi ki Mihir uski nabhi ki ring ko apne jeebh mein le liya aur nabhi mein jeebh ghusa kar gol-gol ghumane laga.

Bhivani: Aap ko meri nabhi pasand hai kya?

Mihir: Mujhe tumhare nabhi hi nahi tumhare ye sudoul boobs aur gaand ke saath patli kamar bahut pasand hai.

Bhivani ke chehre par muskan aa gayi. Woh sochne lagi ki aaj ye ladka apna kuwara pan to usko dega hi aur apni najane konsi konsi khawaish hai jo puri karega.

Mihir aur Bhivani dono ek dusre ki jeebh ko khoob jor jor se chus rahe the. Ek to Mihir ke paas is wakt jinn ki shakti thi aur dusri taraf Bhivani ke paas kaafi jyada experience tha lund lene ka aur to aur uski age bhi jyada thi Mihir se to woh apna anubhav laga rahi thi.

Mihir ko Bhivani ki body ki smell pagal bana rahi thi aur woh uske haathon ki underarms ko bhi chatne laga. Apni naak underarms mein ghusa kar sunghne lagta jese ki sari khushboo underarms mein hi ho.

Mihir Bhivani ke gaal aur gardan ko kiss karta chat-ta, Fir thora niche aa kar boobs ki gali jo blouse ke upar se dekh rahi thi usmein kiss karne lagta aur ye dekh kar Bhivani khush hi ho rahi thi ki uski kismat kitni achi hai ki itna pyar kar raha hai usko Mihir.

Ab bhi dono ke sare kapde jism mein hi the. Ek bhi kapda abhi tak dono ka alag nahi hua tha jism se yaha tak ki Bhivani ki to chappal tak us ke pair mein thi. Bhivani ka haath chor kar Mihir blouse ke upar boobs par rakha aur halka sa sahlaya.

Bhivani ne bhi apne haathon se blouse ka hook kholna suru kia. Dekhte hi dekhte blouse ka hook khool chuka tha. Ab Bhivani ki laal net wali bra dekh rahi jisme se boobs ke nipples tak dikhai dene lage the.

Boobs aise lag rahe the ki unhe jabardasti bra ke andar kaid kar ke rakha gaya ho. Mihir bra ke upar se hi apna chehra boobs par ragarne laga aur dono haathon se boobs ko dabane laga.

Mihir aur niche sarka aur pet par kiss karne ke baad uske lengha ka nada ko kholne laga aur Bhivani ne ismein uski madad ki aur lengha pura khol kar niche fek diya.

Mihir apni aankhon ko badi-badi kar ke Bhivani ke gore jism ko dekhne laga jisme ab sirf bra penty aur ek high heel ki chappal thi. Saath mein uski jism par kuch sone chandi ki jewellery aur haathon mein kangan.

Mihir fir Bhivani ki bra kholne lagta hai. Bhivani ne uska haath rok liya aur apna patni dharam nibhate hue Mihir ki shirt kholi. Uske chhaati par kis karte hue uske pent ka hook khol kar pent niche sarka di.

Mihir ab sirf underwear mein tha aur bina wakt kharab kare Bhivani ne jhatka se underwear bhi utar di. Mihir ab bilkul nanga tha. Mihir ka lund tana hua khada tha mano keh raha ho ki Bhivani main to aaya hi hu tumhe chodne ke liye aur tumhe aaj swarg ka deedar karwa dunga.

Bhivani ne bade pyar se lund ko dekha fir haathon mein le kar dekhne lagi ki ek kuwara seal band lund kesa hota hai. Bhivani puri tarah se ek randi lag rahi thi. Jab woh lund haathon mein le kar dekh rahi thi.

Mihir nanga aur woh bra panty ke saath ek high heel chappal pahni hui. Bhivani se raha nahi gaya aur woh apni jeebh ko bahar nikal kar lund ki topi ko chatne lagi aur lund par jeebh ferane lagi. Kuch hi der mein lund pura Bhivani ke muh mein tha aur uske gale tak ja raha tha.

Jinn ki shakti ke karan lund majbut ho gaya tha aur aaj to aisa mano woh chod chod kar Bhivani ki maa Rekha ko bhi chod dega. Mihir ko apar maza aa raha tha. Aaj pahli baar koi ladki ne lund pakda tha aur woh bhi woh ladki jisko Mihir pyar karta tha aur lund uske muh ke andar tha.

Bhivani ki experience lund chusai ki aur jayda maza de rahi thi mihir ko aur woh Bhivani ka sar pakad kar uski muh chodne laga.

Mihir to jhadne wala tha nahi aur idhar Bhivani ne hi haar maan li aur woh apne haath se dhakka de kar Mihir ko dur kar ke lund muh se bahar ki aur boli ki itni der se muh chod rahe ho aap mera muh dukhne laga hai.

Bhivani ko jara sa bhi andaza nahi tha ki ek kuwara ladka jisne aaj tak sex nahi kiya ho woh aise bina ruke muh chod dega.

Bhivani ko ab ye andaza ho gaya ki Mihir lambi chudai wala ghoda hai jo jaldi se haar nahi manega aur aaj raat kya uski chudai Avinash jese karta tha wesi hogi ya fir aur bhi jyada.

Bhivani apni bra ka hook khol kar boobs dekhani lagi Mihir ko aur boli ye hi aap ko sabse jyada pasand hai na aur inhe hi aap chori chori dekhte ho na.

Mihir dono nipple ko pakad ka jor ka daba diya aur Bhivani ke muh se chikh nikal gayi. Mihir fir dono boobs ko zor zor dabane laga aur bola ki Bhivani mujhe ek mahine ke andar ye boobs 40 inches ke chahiye.

Bhivani: Aap ke pyar aur mehnat ke upar hai ye to ki ye 36 se 40 ke kab honge aur agar aap mere upar achi mehnat kare to ho hi jayega.

Bhivani Mihir ke upar jhuk kar apni boobs uske muh ke andar daal di aur woh ek boobs ko chusta aur dusre ko masalta aur dabata fir boobs badal kar dusre boobs ko peta.

Mihir ko Bhivani ke boobs kaafi pasand the aur usme se ye kya dudh nikalne laga. Shayad Bhivani pregnant thi aur iske karan hi ab uske boobs se dudh aane laga. Ye mitha dudh pene wala Mihir pahla insaan tha par Bhivani ko chodne wala nahi.

Mihir fir Bhivani ko bed par letaya aur uske laal honthon ko fir se chusne laga. Uski jeebh ko apne muh mein le kar chusta to kabhi Bhivani Mihir ke jeebh ko apne muh mein le kar chusti aur fir niche aata hai. Mihir aur ye dekh Bhivani ne apne pair faila diya.

Mihir ne panty ko khicha aur uski panty ko uske pair se alag karta hai. Dekhta hai Bhivani ki chut ko jo chut ke pani se chamak rahi thi aur uspar safed cream lagi hui thi jo chut ki virya thi.

Mihir Bhivani ke dono pair ke bich aa gaya aur jhukh kar chut dekhne laga ki kese ye choti si chut lund apne andar le-leti hai aur kese ek bacha ismein se paida hota hai.

Mihir apne haathon ki ungli chut mein lagata hai aur chut ki faank ko kholta hai aur apni ungli andar daal deta hai. Bhivani ek halki muskan ke saath Mihir ki ungli apni chut mein dalwati hai.

Mihir us ungli ko bahar kar ke apne muh mein le kar chat leta hai aur ye dekh fir se Bhivani muskura deti hai.

Mihir bolta hai tumhari chut bahut garam hai andar se. Aur fir se chut mein ungli daal kar hilane laga. Par Bhivani ne Mihir ka haath chut ki upar ki chamri mein laga kar boli ki isko maslo is se hi maza aata hai ye hi hai g-spot.

Mihir us chamri ko jor jor se apni ungliyon se masalne laga aur Bhivani ki chut fach fach kar ke apni pani chorne lagi.

To be continued.

Writer – Neha Agarwal

Arjun, a 21-year-old lad, was raised as a single child as his mother died in childbirth. He didn’t really bond with his dad much, as he was always busy building his real estate business. 5years ago, his dad, Sanjay, remarried a 30-year-old woman, Sarika.

She was stunning —long black hair that was wavy past her shoulders, smooth and fair skin. Lips were plush, the bottom one always a bit pouty, usually slicked with this dark-pinkish-red that made even her quick smirks feel private. Tall, slim, but with hips and tits that filled out whatever she wore.

Although he was attracted to Sarika, she never gave much attention to him. She was a gold digger and was in this marriage only for the money.

After Arjun turned 18, he entered the family business, as he was never really into studies. Over the course of the next 3 years, Arjun and his dad built a good relationship. Sanjay, in fact, feels guilty for neglecting his son over the years. He tries to make up for the lost time.

Arjun grows capable of taking over the business. Then he receives the shocking news of his dad’s death in a car accident. After the last rites, a lawyer comes to his house with his dad’s will. It says Arjun is the sole inheritor of his entire business and wealth.

This news hit Sarika like a slap on the face, and Arjun couldn’t help but get some ideas about getting his revenge on Sarika. Arjun’s voice cracked like a whip. “Pack your bags, Sarika. You’re out. Tonight.”

She just stared at him for a second, then let out a sigh. “Okay, fine,” she said, very casual and calm. “I’ll grab my stuff from upstairs first.”

Arjun didn’t expect her to react so calmly, “Wait, what do you mean?”

She was already walking towards the stairs with a sense of confidence. That black dress was hugging her curves just perfectly, a little threadbare at the hem from too many fancy parties. As she brushed past him, he caught that smell of her which always drove him crazy.

“You heard what the lawyer said,” she mumbled, stopping so close he could feel her breath on his neck. Her eyes glancing down real quick—over his chest, his belt, down to his sneakers—then back up to his face. “It’s all yours now. The house, the money. Now you get to decide if I stay or not.”

Her hand came up, fingers grazing past his jaw. He didn’t move, but his heart was pounding so hard he could feel it beating.

“I’m not going to get on my knees and beg or anything,” she said, her voice dropping low. “Just give me one night. No lawyers, no fuss. Tomorrow, if you still want me out of the house, I’ll leave.”

She turned and headed for the stairs, her hips swaying a bit more than usual, like she knew he was watching. Halfway up, she looked over her shoulder. “Are you just going to stare or help me pack?”

His feet started moving before he knew it. The bedroom door clicked shut behind them. Sarika reached for the zipper on her dress, unzipping it really slowly. The dress slipped off her shoulders and hung up on her hips for a second.

She then wiggled a little to get it past and kicked it into the corner. Underneath, a black lace bra and panties. It contrasted beautifully on her fair, milky white skin and those stockings running up her beautiful legs. Arjun’s throat went dry, though he fantasised about this moment more times than he could ever count.

She stepped closer, and he just went in for a kiss without thinking, all clumsy and rushing, his teeth clacking against hers. She made this little “mmph” noise, smirking. She leaned into his lips, kissing him back expertly with passion.

Her fingers unbuttoning his shirt roughly—one button popped off. Then she gave up and removed it over his head instead. They bumped into the dresser. A bottle rolled over and smashed onto the floor. It smelled like her fancy perfume, but neither of them checked what broke.

His hands shook as he undid his belt. She slipped her hand right into his boxers, wrapping around his cock warm and firm, like she knew exactly what she was doing. He groaned into her mouth with his hips jerking forward, pinning her.

“You still want me out of your house?” she whispered, her thumb rubbing slowly over the tip of his cock, oozing precum and making him twitch.

“Shut up… shut up,” he muttered, grabbing her waist and lifting her onto the dresser table. More bottles clattered off, one shattering on the floor. She loved how passionate he was, which was the last thing his dad was. He shoved her legs apart, fingers hooking into her lingerie and ripping it with raw hunger.

She was wet already, and when he pushed in, her eyes rolled over. She let out this breathy gasp, loving how he felt inside her. The dresser creaked and banged against the wall with every thrust. He was all over the place at first, too angry-horny, but then she arched up and rolled her hips just right.

Suddenly, they clicked into this perfect rhythm. Her nails scraped down his back, leaving hot lines. “Like… like that, harder, come on,” she panted, her words tumbling out messy, heels digging into his butt, pulling him deeper.

He slammed in, all that built-up crap from years of her ignoring him pouring out—resentment, anger, whatever. She matched him, talking dirty, “yeah, fuck, right there, don’t you dare stop. Show me you’re better than your dad.”

He shattered first, burying deep and coming with a grunt. He looked embarrassed that he couldn’t make her climax.

She sensed that and comforted him, saying, “That was actually impressive considering it was your first time, but next time, I want you to watch me shatter with pleasure while my pussy milks your cock while you’re still buried inside”

They just hung there, breathing hard, his head dropped to her collarbone, sweat sticking them together. The room smelled like sex and spilt perfume.

Downstairs, some clock gonged twice—two in the morning already. He always hated that clock—Dad bought it in Dubai, said it was ‘timeless.’ What a load of crap.

Sarika let out a wobbly laugh. “Your hands are shaking, kid.”

She got down from the dresser, knees buckling, and grabbed his hand, taking him toward the bed. The sheets were still messed up, but Dad’s side was flat and empty. Arjun froze for a second. She caught his look and squeezed his fingers quickly.

Then she pushed him down onto the mattress and straddled him before he could overthink.

This time, slower. She sank on him inch by inch, hair all tangled and sticking to her sweaty body. “You know,” she murmured, riding him in a circular motion, “I used to see you peeking when I would lean over the pool table in my skirt. Thinking if you would ever make a move if you get a chance?”

He let out a laugh, couldn’t help it—and rolled her over, pinning her under him. Took his time now, kissing the bite marks he’d left on her neck, her breasts, tracing her neck with his tongue. She squirmed, giggling when he nipped too hard, then moaning when he slid back in deep.

He wanted to make love to her this time. Unlike the hurried session they had just had. Her legs locked around his waist, whispering, “Yeah, I love that, don’t stop,” until she cum.

Her orgasm hit her like a hurricane, her vaginal muscles squeezing around his cock. He couldn’t hold back anymore, sensually kissing her while he released his cum deep inside her.

Then, they dozed, tangled up, but not for long. Around three, she poked him awake with a foot. “I’m going to take a shower. Sticky.”

The water came out steaming hot. She backed up against the tile, shivering at the cold first, then melting when he dropped down to his knees and licked into her slowly, tasting her, her hands playing around with his wet hair.

He ate her furiously with a hunger to drive her to climax, yelling when she came, legs shaking so bad he had to hold her up. They didn’t even dry off properly, stumbled out dripping and collapsed on the lounge chair by the window.

By four, they were on the floor with her on all fours, him behind her, gripping her hips. He reached over, rubbing her clit while thrusting hard. She pushed back, trying to match him. She chuckled when he spanked her lightly—once, twice, the smack echoing.

“Again,” she said, maintaining eye contact, so he did, hard, just enough to pink her skin and make her clench. She sobbed into the carpet when she came. He pulled her hair around his wrist, following her over with a low groan.

She loved how he filled her with cum, a little surprised too, considering it was the third time that night.

Dawn started sneaking in, the room was a disaster—clothes everywhere, sheets crumbled, air thick with their smell. She pressed her chin on his chest, voice hoarse from all the moaning. “So, you still kicking me out of the house?”

Arjun stared at the ceiling, “Go ahead and try packing,” he said, smirking a little. “Bet you won’t make it to the door, after all the thrusting you received.”

She snorted, pressed a sloppy kiss right over his heart. “Yeah, don’t think so.”

Now they finally crashed for real.

When he finally woke up, Arjun lay on his back, one arm flung over his head, the other trapped under Sarika’s neck. She was curled against his side, cheek on his chest, one leg hooked over his.

He figured he should feel triumph or maybe the cold satisfaction of finally winning. Instead, he felt something very different from what he felt the night before.

Sarika stirred, hair tickling his skin. She didn’t lift her head, just traced a lazy circle over his heart with one finger. “What are you thinking about?” she mumbled.

“I hated you,” he said, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly. “Like, properly hated. Thought tonight would fix that.”

Her finger stopped moving. “Did it?”

He turned his head, met her eyes, “No. Made it worse. Cause now I want you to stay, and I don’t know what that says about me.”

Sarika pushed up on her elbow. “Says you’re human, dumbass.” She poked his chest. “Also says I might’ve been wrong about you being just a spoiled kid.”

He huffed a laugh that surprised them both. “You going to keep insulting me, or…”

“Or what?” Her smirk was back, but smaller, real. She leaned in, kissed the corner of his mouth—gentle, nothing like the frantic bites from hours ago. “I’m not going anywhere, Arjun. Not unless you carry me out yourself.”

His hand found her waist, thumb brushing that scar again. “Might keep you locked in here instead. Call it house arrest.”

She rolled her eyes, “Romantic.” But her smile stayed. “We can figure this out tomorrow, for now, let’s just pretend we’re two idiots who accidentally fell for each other.”

“Accidentally, huh?”

“Shut up,” she whispered, but her fingers were interlocked.

The air was thick, and something new was taking root between them. Neither said the word love yet. They didn’t need to. It was there in the way she fit against him, in the way he didn’t let go of her.

Stay tuned for the next part, and do give me your feedback in the comments so I can work on it.

Hi guys, this is my story from the days of my college life. I have been thinking about what happened and how life unfolded later. This is the beginning of everything with her.

Let me first introduce myself. I am Shubham (name changed), and I was doing a BCA during my graduation. I am a 6-foot guy with a broad upper body, but slim. I do work out, but not that regularly. I have a decent face, and I do get good attention from girls and ladies.

Now, back to the story.

I was in my second year of college. By then, I was very sad and lonely because of how my friendships turned out in the first year, and I was hopeful for a better year. I hated everything at that time. My grades were bad, my friends were snakes, and I was all alone.

It was my 19th birthday when I got a message from a classmate of mine. Let’s call her Gunjan (name changed). She was the topper type — smart, everywhere. Everyone seemed to know her. Not the prettiest girl in college, but she had this charm you couldn’t ignore. She was adored by a lot of people.

I had only interacted with her related to group projects whenever we ended up in the same group, and that too very little. My female friends didn’t like her because she was very different from them. She was not too much into fashion or beauty, but she was still admired by juniors and seniors.

I had heard a lot of seniors talking about how they would love to date her, but she never really paid attention to anyone like that.

Her message made my day. I just couldn’t believe she texted me. Maybe she texted everyone on their birthday, but we never really spoke much to each other directly. She wasn’t even on my Instagram, and that’s when I thought I should send her a follow request.

I had already had very bad friendships, so I was cautious about not being too desperate to find a new friend. But something about her made me think about her for a week.

After a week, I sent her a request. There were already 100+ mutual friends, so I thought it wouldn’t be too weird. To my delight, she accepted my request.

I was happy, but I wanted more. I felt she could be the person I’d been waiting for all along. I didn’t tell anyone yet — my toxic group would’ve ruined it for me. So I moved slowly, thinking about how to start a conversation. Talking in person felt too daring, and my friends would notice.

I added her on Snapchat — perfect for starting casual chats back then. She didn’t accept my request that day. I got worried. Maybe I’d moved too fast. Maybe she wasn’t interested. But just as I was about to lose hope, I got a snap from her. I went crazy with happiness. In that moment, I didn’t even realize how mad I was, obsessing over someone I barely knew.

I started a snap streak with her. Casual snaps, nothing too heavy. She would send simple ones too — pictures from her balcony, her face with the puppy filter, messy food. I would stare at every snap, thinking about what to say, but never finding the right words.

Then one day, she sent a snap of homemade sandwiches. I realized she wasn’t in the hostel. I started typing. At first, I wanted to ask about the sandwiches, but that would have been too obvious — too much like I was trying to initiate a conversation. So I said:

“Arey, Riya mujhse fir baat nahi kar rahi yarr… Gauri, tu bata, kya karu main…”

Riya was my childhood friend, and so was Gauri, but it was a lie – pretending like I texted the wrong person.

I was nervous. Then I saw her typing… and she replied with a simple, “?”

I couldn’t contain my happiness.

Me: “Sorry, wrong person. I was messaging my friend Gauri but accidentally messaged you.”

Gunjan: “It’s alright.”

Me: “Riya isn’t my girlfriend, by the way… just a friend. She has this habit of getting mad at the smallest things.”

Gunjan: “Oh, okay. I didn’t ask, by the way.”

Me: “Right… sorry, I’m a chatterbox.”

Gunjan: “Cool, no prob.”

Me: “Cool.”

That was our first-ever direct conversation. I was over the moon.

After that, I continued replying occasionally on Snapchat. We started talking more frequently, but in class, we pretended we hadn’t been chatting until 2 AM the night before.

A month passed, and I wanted to talk to her in person. I really liked our conversations — we shared a lot. It turned out her friend group was toxic, just like mine, and she was also looking for a new friend.

I decided I wanted to meet her, and I no longer cared what my friends would say. I asked if she would meet me after classes for coffee outside the college. She said, “Sure.”

I didn’t dress up much — I tried to keep it casual — but I was extremely nervous. Then I saw her walking toward me. I had been waiting at the gate, heart racing.

She was in a black V-neck t-shirt and blue skinny jeans, and she was looking hot. I felt lucky just to be there with her. She sat across from me, and we ordered two cold coffees.

It was a bit awkward at first, but gradually it became easier. Talking to her in person was definitely better than chatting online. Her perfume was intoxicating, and her cleavage made my hormones jump. Until then, I had only liked talking to her, but from that moment on, I was attracted to her.

We started meeting more often, and we started getting comfortable with each other. We would hug, sit closely in the movie theaters, and hold hands during walks.

I was going crazy. I had never imagined she was like this. I had come looking for a friend, but now I was fully attracted to her. I wanted to move fast, so I made a plan.

I messaged her on Snapchat:

Me: “Hey, are you up for the club? Bollywood night — you said you wanted to go, right?”

Gunjan: “Yeah, I saw it on Instagram… but how will we get out of the hostel so late? And how will we come back? I really want to… but it doesn’t seem possible.”

Me: “Don’t worry… I’ve got it all covered. Just think about what you’ll wear. I’ll take care of the plan.”

Gunjan: “What plan? Don’t give me false hope.”

Me: “So, you coming with me or not? Will your friends mind?”

Gunjan: “They won’t care. They’re busy with their own stuff anyway. What I do, who I talk to, where I go — it doesn’t matter to anyone.”

Me: “Perfect. Then it’s just you and me… as friends, of course. No stress. There’s a hotel near the club — we can book a room for the night. We’ll get ready there, pre-booze, and everything will be sorted, and we’ll be back by night.”

Gunjan: “A hotel… that’s a bit much. We’re not even that close as friends.”

Me: “Do you not trust me? We’ll book two rooms. No stress. Are you coming or not? It’s just us… the rest of the night we’ll have fun together anyway.”

Gunjan: “I’ll think about it and let you know.”

My plan worked. Gunjan agreed.

I booked two rooms at the hotel and got booze enough for both of us. We left the college after faking a seminar invite for permission. I was super excited.

While we were in the cab, I wanted to be close to her. I couldn’t wait for the night, so I started talking about how much I loved it when she hugged me because she was just so soft.

She smiled and said she heard this quite a lot, and I asked her to hug me. I thought she was going to say no, but she hugged me.

It was nice but a little weird sitting in a cab, so I said, “I will hug from back. This will be comfy for both of us.”

She agreed, and I pulled her close to me and hugged her from the back. I kept one arm around her waist and another on her chest. She didn’t move, so I felt relieved. It was a long drive as our college was in the outskirts of the city. I was enjoying my time with her.

Whenever the driver was applying the brakes, I was pressing my hand on her boobs, pretending to secure her, but actually enjoying them. She was also very comfortable, so I sensed she was enjoying it too.

I wanted more, so I asked her, “Are you this comfortable with your other male friends, or am I special?”

Gunjan: “I am very comfortable with all my male friends… but yes, with you the comfort is more.”

Me: “Nice… so can they hold you like how I am holding you right now?”

Gunjan: “You mean pressing my boobs while the car is braking? No, they can’t. You are daring. I give you that, but don’t think that I didn’t notice.”

Me: “But you aren’t denying… so is that a sign?”

Gunjan: “No, I was just checking how far you will go. I need to be alert with you, then.”

Me: “Arey no no, it’s not like this. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

(My hand was still on her boobs)

Gunjan: “Hmm, I am not. That’s weird, but I feel nice when you hug me too.”

Me: “What else do you want? I am free to use.”

Gunjan: “Haha, nothing. Don’t think I am going to sleep with you tonight. I just like hugging a lot… and with being a female, sometimes these bad boys also want to be properly included.”

Me: “I like these bad boys.”

I could tell Gunjan was into me too, and as much as she denied wanting to go further, I could convince her easily. Now, I was more confident than ever.

Me: “So, how else are you comfortable with your other male friends?”

Gunjan: “Um, side hugs, hugs, kiss on the cheek. That’s my comfort with my male friends… but again, not all.”

Me: “Cheek kiss? You have never kissed me on the cheek. Not fair… I want a kiss, and I want to kiss your cheeks too.”

Gunjan: “Now?”

Me: “Yes… We have 20 more minutes. to sit here. Why not get comfortable even more?”

Gunjan: “Okayyy, but I should warn you… You might never recover from it.”

Me: “Hahaha, I don’t want to recover. Just kiss me already.”

Gunjan: “Close your eyes. I want you to feel how special it is.”

And she was right. When she kissed me on my cheek, my body shivered, and my boner started to rise. I wanted to kiss her hard on her lips then and there, but I controlled myself.

I slowly opened my eyes and told her that it was the best kiss I had ever gotten.

Gunjan: “Lucky you… I haven’t had the best kiss yet… not even on the cheek.”

Me: “I can give you that. I can at least try.”

Gunjan: “Try on the cheek, and we’ll see.”

I was so happy. I know it was just a cheek kiss, but I had been waiting for my lips to touch her body for months.

I asked her to close her eyes, and I put one palm on her neck, stroking with my thumb, and the other behind her ear into her hair. I leaned forward, kissed her near her lips, and did it slowly. Then I didn’t want to stop.

I kissed her cheek one more time and then her jawline, and on her earlobe. I pulled her earlobe with my teeth and then moved to her neck. She started breathing heavily, and I continued sucking on her neck. Then she stopped me.

Gunjan: “You always do more than I allow you to.”

Me: “But didn’t you like it? Be honest with me.”

Gunjan: “I did. That’s the problem.”

Me: “What’s the problem?”

Gunjan: “I think it will ruin a good friendship. You and I have long suffered in friendships. I don’t want to lose something good for lust. Please, let’s stop.”

I saw tears in her eyes, and I got worried. I didn’t want to ruin the night by rushing her. But one thing was clear: if I could make her believe that our friendship would stay the same, we could both enjoy ourselves. That’s where I thought the alcohol could help.

That’s it for Part 1, guys. A lot more happens after this, but you’ll have to wait for Part 2. It’s coming soon!

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Swapna, a curvaceous 28-year-old housewife with long black hair and a figure that turned heads, had grown tired of my tiny, disappointing dick.

Hi, I’m Raj 32 a 32-year-old IT employee in Mumbai. I had a short bit of good muscle. I was married 3 years ago. I thought I had led a wonderful life until my wife, Swapna, snapped me out of that dream.

It’s true that my cock is no bigger than a thumb—something she’d mockingly referred to as a “pathetic little nub” in our private moments. But it is what it is.

I have been working hard and staying loyal to my wife until today, and I thought of sharing my story.

It all started when I asked Swapna to get the vegetables from our market. She was a homemaker. She always stayed at home and ordered everything.

Me: You’re becoming lazy day by day. I don’t think that the vegetables and fruits you order online are fresh, so from tomorrow, get them from the market.

Swapna: It’s too far.

Me: How far?

Swapna: Like 500 meters.

Me: So you can go get everything and come back by walking

My wife is a bit shy, naive and a bit lazy. I had to make her move so she stays healthy and maintains her curves

The next day, Swapna went to the local market. She found a few tomatoes, an onion and some vegetables fallen on the ground, and it was not pleasant for her. She ran out of it and went a bit further. She saw a vendor selling in his private shop, which was a bit clean and nice

Rahul: Hi, ma’am, how can I help you today?

Swapna: Hi, get me half a kilo of tomatoes, onion and eggplant.

Rahul: Sure, and your total is 80.

Swapna: Are you sure? Is it that less when compared to online?

From then on, she started going there, and with the saved money, she used to buy some sexy dresses. This became a habit every weekend; she goes to get the required items for the week and cooks.

One weekend, she started to go shopping. In the middle, there was heavy rain, and she came to know that the shop was about to close due to bad weather.

Swapna: Rahul, are you closing the shop?

Rahul: Yes, ma’am, in such weather, it’s best to close, as customers won’t come

Swapna: But I came.

Rahul: You are our loyal customer.

Swapna: Fine, drop me at my house, ok.

Rahul: Sure, but I have a bike.

Swapna, half-drenched, sat on Rahul’s bike. On the way, there was a heavy tree that fell, and the road was blocked.

Rahul: This rain will not stop, ma’am. Let me take you to my house.

Swapna: Your house?

Rahul: Believe me, ma’am, I’m a gentleman.

Thinking not to get sick, she decided to go. Rahul couldn’t stop seeing my wife getting wet in the rain. Her saree is wet and is taking the shape of her body. Her boobs were getting wet while her white waist was shining.

Swapna: Ah, what was that

Rahul: Sorry, ma’am, it was a speed breaker

Swapna’s boobs touched Rahul’s back. The distance between them decreased. The inner temperature rose as they reached the house, and it was a decent 1BHK

Swapna: Rahul, you are staying alone, you are not married

Rahul: Nice joke, ma’am, I’m just 20 years old

Swapna: Really, you look so handsome and strong. I thought you were 25. Besides, you do the business

Rahul: I had a desire to keep my own shop, so I took out a loan and kept it.

Swapna wore a blue saree, drenched in the rain, so that anyone could see through her dress for the pink bra she wore

Rahul: Ma’am, you’re completely wet, and your dress is not good. Let me get some towels and clothes. Swapna came to the concessions and went into a room. Rahul handed out some of his clothes and a towel.

Swapna: I bet you did see that speed bump

Rahul: No, no, ma’am. I really did not see

Swapna: Anyway, your back is so hard that my boobs crushed on the…

Rahul: Sorry, ma’am, I will go and prepare tea.

Swapna was changing while Rahul went to dry himself and prepare some tea

Rahul: Ma’am, tea is ready

Swapna came out in a tight Pikachu dress where her boobs are bouncing off the t-shirt. Her tights were so thick and muscular that his shorts could not handle it.

Swapna: Sorry, I’m stretching out your dress

Rahul stood there for a while looking at her boobs, sexy thighs and juicy sketch of her pussy on the tight shorts she wore,

Swapna came forward and said, smiling, “Get married fast so you can cool things off”

Rahul: I did not get it, ma’am.

Swapna pointed her finger at his lower towel. Rahul completely forgot that he had an erection, and his tool was poking out of his towel.

Swapna: Your gf must be lucky enough.

Rahul: I don’t have a gf.

Swapna: Really, so you did not have sex before?

Rahul: No.

Swapna: Bring the vegetables to my house. I can’t get wet like this in the monsoon.

Day by day, he visited, and his attachment to my wife also increased. One day, he asked.

Rahul: Ma’am, why are there a lot of cucumbers and eggplants when you ordered?

Swapna (getting nervous and horny): Get married and you will know, anyway, it’s a special massage that I do after my husband leaves for work. It keeps me calm and happy.

Rahul: Please teach me how. I want to be calm and happy.

Swapna (laughing): Hahahaha, you don’t need them. Now go.

Rahul went to another house to sell the vegetables, but he had that question in his mind. So the next day, as he gave vegetables to Swapna, he stayed there till I left and peeked through the window.

My wife put on the TV, increased the volume, went into the kitchen and took a fresh cucumber and eggplant.

Swapna: Hum, which one shall I use today? Okay, I will use cucumber

She washed it gently, sat on the sofa, and lifted her nighty. Rahul was shocked to see her pink pussy so thin, tight and beautiful. Swapna started to insert the cucumber slowly into her pussy and started pressing her boobs. Rahul was not able to hold his breath and started masturbating

Swapna slowly increased the pace while biting her lips and closing her eyes, screamed, “Ya ya, come on, Rahul, you kid, how many times should I teach you to fuck me properly?”

Swapna: Ya, ya, just like that, increase the pace.

Rahul was shocked to hear his name. A few minutes later, Swapna cum and left to clean. Rahul could not sleep that night, and he cum, thinking of Swapna. The next day, at the same time, he thought to record, but came to my house the same evening.

Rahul: What, Raj, do you want some more cucumbers and eggplants?

Me (shouted): How dare you call me by name, you arrogant teenager.

Rahul: Oh, you know how to act as a man

My wife (Swapna) rushed out quickly and asked, “What happened? Why are you shouting?”

Me: It’s all because of you, you gave this brat so much leniency that he is calling me by my name

Swapna: Explain yourself.

Rahul: You hot chick, why shall I explain when I can show you?

He pulled out his mobile and played the video from the morning. I was using those eggplants and cucumbers to satisfy my wife’s pussy, inserting them in her pussy and ass. I took out the cucumber from the pussy and started deepthroating.

This all happened while my cock was locked in the cage, and I leaked 2 times before we started. My heart started to pound, fear kept on increasing, and I could hear what my wife was saying to me.

Swapna: You… You sissy… I … never thought you would do such reckless work, SISSY YOU IDOT IMPOTENT BITCH

Me: baby … pl … please listen to me

Swapna: How or what is there to listen to? I asked you to keep every window closed and door shut, but you couldn’t do that.

Me: Baby, I was so excited

Swapna: I did accept cause your cock doesn’t stand and it gets swollen when trying to fuck.

Rahul: Anyway, I’m going to upload it on the internet

Both my wife and I got dumb listening to that.

Both: WTF, what do you want?

Rahul: Good, now we are talking, convince your wife to sleep with me whenever I want, and this vid will never see the face of the internet

Swapna: You little piece of shit, you’re just 20 years, don’t try to act smart

Me: Give me that phone before I call the police

Rahul: Ya, ya, call whoever you want. Once they put a case and see the video, the police will come now and then to tease your wife. That would be a good option.

We were twisted on his word; if anyone else knows that, they will take the opportunity.

Me: Baby, please listen to him. Whatever he said is correct. If anyone else sees that vid, they will use it against us and will do bad things to you.

Swapna: What should I take responsibility for the shit you did? Should I sleep with this 20-year-old guy?

Me: See, he is just 20, he won’t last more than 5 min, you won’t feel a thing. Please, baby, I will do whatever you want.

Swapna slammed the door and locked it.
Me: Give us some time, Rahul. I will convene her. Come tomorrow night

The next morning, I went near her and asked, “Baby, what did you think about it?”

Swapna: What else is there? I should open my pussy to whoever comes and treats me like a whore

Me: No, baby, just once I will talk to him

Swapna: Do whatever you want, but that vid should not go out, else it will be the end of us. Rahul came that night, “So is she ready?”

Me: Yes, Rahul, she is in that room, but use a condom, and it’s just one time, else you can leave

Rahul: Fine

Rahul went inside the room and locked it,

Swapna: You piece of shit, if it were not for the vid, I would have beaten you like hell and opened that door. There is nothing personal that he should not know, and call him inside.

Me: Baby, what will I do

Swapna: Watch what your action did to me.

Rahul gently placed his hand on my wife’s hand and started with a kiss, but my wife did not respond.

Rahul: If I like this, I can’t do it, and Vid will be there

Me: Please, baby, do as he asks, kiss him, please let him fuck you

Swapna: Are you even hearing yourself, you impotent shit, asking your wife to have sex with a teen kid

I kept my head down and did not say anything
Swapna: lick my fucking pussy so that at least I get horny

Me: Sure, baby, anything

I stared, licking my wife’s pussy while Rahul kissed her passionately. He pulled her lower lip and bit her.

Swapna: Be gentle, Rahul

A stab in my heart when I heard that, but I couldn’t do anything

Swapna: Fine, now go to that corner and record whatever he is doing

Me: What?

Swapna: Yes, you moron, do as I say or else this will be the last, and take off your clothes.

I couldn’t imagine my wife saying this. I had to remove all my clothes and start recording them.

Rahul stood up, staring and said nothing

Swapna: What should I do now

Rahul: Like you don’t know

Swapna: fine fine

She pulled down his pants, and there sprang a big, thick, black mass

Swapna: Really! Are you 20 years old? I have never seen such a size

It was so big and thick that my cock started to erect. Swapna, without any second thought, took it in her mouth

Rahul: ya bitch, just like that, take it all in, aaaa aaaa that eggplant and cucumber deepthroat is working for you

Swapna gagged on his big cock, and in no possible way did she give a good bj to him
It’s been like 5 min and he is still on like a pro

Swapna: I can’t do it anymore

Rahul: I can take volunteers

Swapna looked at me

Me: What, no way

Swapna: I’m letting that thing tear me up because of you, and you don’t want to help me with that

She held me at my neck and hit me on my ass and bent me over his cock

Swapna: see how big it is, you sissy, kiss it, take it all in your bitch mouth

With no other choice, I had to take it. A few minutes later, I started to burst out. I couldn’t breathe, it was in my throat, and I cried

Swapna: That’s what a real cock feels like

Rahul, without any notice, pushed his cock deeper in my mouth and cum. As it was all in and I couldn’t breathe, I had to gulp that thick liquid while my wife, in shock, laughed. Swapna removed her clothes and gave an opening.

Rahul: Wow, what a beauty, those melons are the finest thing to eat

Swapna(blushed): Stop praising them

Rahul pounded on her like an animal and started kissing her, starting from her neck, to the forehead and on to the lips, but this time my wife couldn’t hold back and responded.

Swapna looked at Rahul and gave him a deep French kiss on his lips.
I was wondering what in the world a 20-year-old kid has that I don’t, but in the meantime.

Swapna, without any hesitation, spread her legs; within no time, Rahul was ready for the action.

Rahul: Get ready to take my monster

Swapna: Try your best, kid (with a confident smile), and tossed a condom

Rahul placed the head of his cock on my wife’s pink pussy and tried to push it

Swapna: I take my words back, you’re not a kid, it is so big I can’t take it. He will tear my pussy

Me: Come on, baby, you can take it

Rahul: aaaa it’s so tight and perfect, how couldn’t you fuck her bro

Swapna, it’s not like he couldn’t, if he tries to fuck, but couldn’t

Rahul: Anyway, let’s not waste any second

I watched in horror and twisted excitement as Rahul pounded her relentlessly. Swapna’s body arched, her nails digging into Rahul’s back as she screamed,

Swapna: “Yes, baby, harder! Fuck me like my husband never could—ohhh, God, yes! Ahhh, I’m your whore now!”

Her moans echoed through the room: “Mmmph, ohhh, Rahul, you’re hitting my spot—fuck, yes! Don’t stop, you bastard!”

I couldn’t control myself and I did a few strokes looking at my wife’s and cummed instantly.

Swapna: See, that’s your sissy dick, can’t even hold for 2 min. Look at him, he is not in his prime but still fucking making me scream like a whore.

Rahul grunted in response, slapping her ass hard, leaving red marks. “Take it, you slut,” he growled, his hips slamming into her with wet, slapping sounds.

Rahul held her neck and forced her breath. He was fucking her in doggy style and hitting her hard on her ass till it turned red. For every good number of strokes, they were changing the position.

Rahul: Why don’t I pound you raw

Swapna reaches out to his monster and takes off the condom he wore

I sensed that my wife had become a slave to his cock

Rahul: Yes bitch, that’s it, so tight and juicy

He continued to increase the pace and kept on stroking her harder than the previous one.
The whole room echoed with the intact sound of his cock and my wife’s ass

Swapna’s face contorted in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as she cried out,

“Ohhh, fuck, I’m cumming! Ahhh, yes, please remove it from me!”

Her body shook with orgasms, her pussy clenching around Rahul’s cock as he hammered away.

Finally, with a deep groan, Rahul exploded inside her, shooting hot ropes of cum deep into her. “Fuck, take it all, you cheating bitch,” he roared, collapsing on top of her.

As they lay there, panting and sweaty, Swapna glanced at me with a wicked smile. “See, hubby? This is what a real man feels like. And you, with your tiny dick, couldn’t save your wife. Now be a good sissy and lick his cum so that your wife doesn’t get pregnant.”

I reluctantly sucked the cum and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I felt like I saw a perfect sex partner with full-filled desire. My wife was covered completely with the cum, and Rahul cock was sagging in my wife’s hands.

Rahul woke up and chuckled, pulling out his phone to delete the video. But at the end, he said, “This was all your wife’s idea, she sent me that video, now I will be coming again with my friend, till then take care of her.”

Greetings to all readers of Indian sex stories. Once again, Patrick, this side from Gurgaon. I’ve had a lot of great feedback from readers. I appreciate the support and encouragement from readers. It encourages me to share the sexual encounter.

An office trip to Bangalore for a crucial two-day project found me unexpectedly free after completing my tasks on the very first day. This unexpected downtime presented an opportunity, and it came in the form of a familiar face at the office.

There, I met a woman I’d only spoken to over the phone during our time together on the same team. While our conversations had been friendly, we’d never had the chance to meet in person. This Bangalore encounter would change that.

We struck up a conversation, and she mentioned she was divorced. We talked for hours, yet I hadn’t explored the possibility of a deeper connection. There was a spark, but I wouldn’t dream of pressuring her without her Consent.

Intrigued to find me solo, she extended an invitation to tag along when she suggested grabbing dinner with her friends. Though I initially thought it might be a formal affair, the atmosphere was surprisingly warm and inviting. Our conversation flowed easily, making the whole evening unexpectedly enjoyable.

As the night winds down, she asked me Would you mind if I gave you a ride back to your hotel?

As we settled into the hotel, I offered her a drink. Back in the day, she enjoyed a good cocktail, and with a smile, she accepted. We bellied up to the bar, and I noticed she was pouring herself some hefty pours.

I cut her off mid-sentence. ‘You should probably head home too,’ I suggested.
She met my gaze with a wry smile. ‘Funny,’ she said, ‘you know I usually drink alone at home anyway. If my company’s not your cup of tea, I can take myself off.’

‘No, no,’ I stammered, ‘it’s not like that at all…’

By the fifth drink, it was clear she wasn’t quite in her right mind to walk home alone.

She said- Today is too much, I don’t want to go home now.

I couldn’t even refuse her. Something didn’t feel right. The potential for danger lurked on the road ahead. Left with no better choice, I asked her to sleep over in my room. We both climbed the stairs to my place. She drifted onto my bed, sleep beckoning.

The late-night booze seemed to be dredging up memories. With a low murmur, she spoke of things I couldn’t quite decipher, perhaps echoes of an old relationship.

The plush cushions of the couch swallowed me whole, the gentle hum of the air conditioner a lullaby. My eyelids fluttered closed, heavy with the weight of the evening.

A flicker of movement snagged my attention, pulling me from the hazy warmth. I cracked open an eye, squinting through the dim light.

There, a silhouette emerged from the shadows, its form shifting closer. My heart quickened – was it a dream, or was someone approaching?

Desire flared in her eyes, threatening to consume her. “Wait,” I murmured, “you’re not quite there yet.” A flicker of defiance sparked in her gaze, then she melted into my embrace.

Our hands drifted, sending shivers across each other’s skin. Anticipation crackled between us as we explored every tantalising inch. The dance of seduction began, a slow, sensual journey as our lips met in a heated kiss.

She also seemed as if I would not get this thing after today. Her saliva coming out of her lips was making me even more excited. And there had to be an excitement, given the alcohol found in his saliva.

After sucking each other for about ten minutes, I opened the hook of her bra, then the remaining two hooks opened themselves with a sudden jerk. When the hooks opened, every kilo of her breasts immediately jumped out.

She had perfectly shaped breasts. My intoxication increased, and I started sucking on one of them. The other one I took in the palm of my hand and started squeezing it.

When the fun started with her breasts, the horniness inside her also increased. She held her breasts with her hand and started feeding me.

After some time, I made her lie down under me and put a condom on my dick.
She was looking at my dick with a very flirtatious expression and was trying to hold it with her hand.
After putting on the condom, I lovingly caressed her pussy with my hand. Due to this, her moaning was increasing. She was probably hungry for sex for a long time. That’s why she was finding it even more interesting.

As soon as I inserted my dick into the small hole of her pussy. She dug her nails into my hands out of extreme pain. Without stopping, I first gave ten to twelve hard strokes as if she were not a woman but a sex doll.

After some time, she started liking all this. Now she was taking the cock in her pussy with her legs raised in the air. After that, I slowly reduced the speed. She was getting fucked by me with full enjoyment. There was sexual hunger stored inside her for many days.

I also slapped her several times in excitement… but she was enjoying it and was lovingly supporting me in getting fucked. She increased the grip by scissoring both her legs around my waist and kept fucking me by saying ‘Hmm, yes, yes..’

After some time, I started sucking her gigantic tits again. I rubbed and sucked her dark, black areoles for a long time. Sometimes I licked the nipples with my tongue, and sometimes.

I grabbed them with my teeth and pulled them off and on, which would crush them like a soft pillow, and meanwhile, I held her hand with fingers crossed and twisted them. This would make her scream.

Then I turned her into a mare, and while fucking her, I slapped her buttocks and made them so red that now she was feeling pain even in touching them.
After playing this game of sex for a long time, we both had an orgasm, and then we fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I realised that there was some movement on my dick.
She was sucking my dick early in the morning.
Getting this cock sucking feeling was a dream. I was feeling very good. In the morning, her naked and fair body was shining like silver.

Now it was my turn… I picked her up and made her lie upside down on the bed. He held her hands tightly behind her, pulled her hair, and lifted her face.

I whispered in her ear – You can’t have fun alone. You will have to suffer the consequences of waking my animal early in the morning. There’s a lot of meat on that body of yours, and that’s the only meat I like. You will be my breakfast today.
She laughed.

I also inserted my finger directly into her ass so that its depth could be known.
She got agitated by the finger… but she was completely under my control.
I bit her shoulder hard and pressed my mouth with my hands and placed my dick on her ass hole. She was not able to say anything through her mouth. But she was struggling. I slowly inserted my dick into her ass. She screamed when she was halfway through the dick, and she bit my finger hard.

That fuck in bitch had bitten me very hard… my finger started bleeding. But at that time, I was not aware of all this. I fucked her ass until she felt helpless.
Later, lying next to her, I made her suck my dick for a long time.

We started all this at five in the morning. Every half hour, she sucked my dick. I would fuck her pussy and then get her cock sucked. Then I started fingering her ass again. She also got her breasts sucked with great pleasure.

By the time both of us were doing all this, it was 12 o’clock in the afternoon. Meanwhile, both of us had only tea and bread toast for breakfast once we had both freshened up.

After twelve o’clock, I thought she would take a bath and go to home. But after going into the shower, she again called me inside and started asking me to lick her pussy.

She lay down on the floor in the bathroom and started getting her pussy licked by me.
I again kept her in the shower and fucked her for about half an hour.
When both of us came out of the bathroom after taking a bath, she said – How long will you be here?

I said- I am just here tonight. I have a morning flight.

She said bye to me and left from there. She called again in the evening and asked me to come to her home. I was tired from work. I refused to go and sat in my hotel room and started drinking.

Within a short while, there was a knock at the door. I asked her to come inside, and she was there. We smiled at each other. We sat and talked for some time, and also drank together.

After some time, she started staring at me. The moment had come again when everything was destined to happen again. She came and sat on my lap and put her arms around my neck. Her body was burning hot. Perhaps by now her hunger for pussy had awakened again since morning.

She didn’t want to waste any moment of that night. She placed her lips on mine and started sucking wildly. I also moved my hands everywhere on her body over her clothes and pressed her nipples tightly. Groaning with pain, he stopped my hands from doing so.

I said- You do whatever you want and let me do my work. Yes, there will be no marks, I will see to it.

Then I sucked her breasts as if someone was eating a pulpy mango for the first time in summer. When she came, at that time, I felt like sending her back with a few thrusts. Because I was tired, but considering her youth, I did not think that she would leave me easily.

However, I touched her pussy and saw that there was no hair there today. She had shaved her pubic hair since morning. Meaning that she was sure that she would definitely meet me.

I made her lie down and put my tongue in her pussy. I put as much of my tongue inside as I could and sucked her pussy hard. She was sobbing and sighing. My sexual excitement was increasing due to her sensual sounds.

Within a short time, I had become enthralled. Now it was her turn to get her pussy drilled. I wore a condom on my dick. Meanwhile, she became a mare in front of me. I tried to insert it into her pussy hole, but she held my dick with her hand and inserted it into her ass hole. I had no problem.

But this time she had brought Vaseline in her bag. I applied some Vaseline to her ass hole. She had made the hole absolutely tight. The dick did not go in at once.

After that, I took it out, raised it a little, pressed it inside and inserted it rapidly. With this, she jumped forward.

I held her waist and said – It is not that easy.

But she said – No, I don’t want to get it done in the ass.

This time again, I trapped her hands, held her hair and stuffed her bra in my mouth. After that, in one stroke, half of the dick was inserted into her ass when she screamed. That scream of hers excited me more. I hit her ass hard like an animal.

After fucking the ass for ten minutes, I took out the cock pulled the condom and separated.

When she separated, she went to the washroom. I was about to sleep. She came and lay down next to me and pressed my face between her breasts.

After that, she went down inside the quilt and started sucking my dick. After so much fatigue, no matter how much pussy or ass you have fucked, when the dick gets all of it, it gives its final blow once.

I made her sit on top of me and started fucking her pussy again. That night, after fucking her four times, I fell asleep, and I didn’t even realise when she fell asleep while sucking my dick.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, rousing me from sleep. You were still nestled under the covers, so I penned a quick note mentioning my early flight. I let you know I’d settle the hotel bill on my way out and promised a call as soon as I land. Until then, sweet dreams!

Returning home, the weight of the day settled on me. Then, the phone buzzed – a call from her. We talked for hours, unravelling the events of the day and forging plans for the future. Now I started having sex chat with her.

We both once found ourselves in Delhi on separate occasions. This time, however, my trip coincided with my girlfriend’s. When she discovered I was in the city, she couldn’t resist reaching out to see if we could meet up.

Her voice had me itching for an adventure, something straight out of a movie. We locked in plans for a fun night, but the weather had other ideas – it poured! So, we ended up with an impromptu car bar.

With the rain drumming on the roof and a drink in hand, her already adorable face seemed to glow with an even brighter radiance.

Those breasts of hers, which were measured by my hands with full enjoyment, were not going to be forgotten. I picked her up from her hotel in the car itself. When she came inside, I took her lovingly in my arms.

As we walked back to the hotel, my gaze snagged on her T-shirt. It was a loose, familiar one – the kind you only wear at home. The fabric clung softly, revealing a hint of her silhouette, and I could see her boobies through it.

I tried to explain to my mind a lot that not now… not yet. Meanwhile, she tried to take out the bottle from the door on my side. In this attempt, her breasts touched my face, and the sister-in-law herself bent down and rubbed her breasts on my face.

I couldn’t help myself and placed one hand on her breasts. Now the work was spoiled. I did not leave her breasts. She started laughing and asked to remove her hand. I, too, saw it coming and held it there.

She said- What are you thinking?

I said- I am parking the car right here in the dark.

She started pretending.

I said- Now it will have to be done here only. I don’t have that much patience.

She behaved like a wild stallion and came near me. I pressed her breasts tightly and pulled her towards me with my hands, squeezing her breasts. I measured every part of her body comfortably… tasted it with my tongue. Tasted every intoxicating part.

Then it was her turn to work up her pussy. I moved my seat back and made her lie down. After that, I inserted my dick into her pussy. Thrust fucking started.
During sex, I had made many marks with my teeth on her body.

Due to this, she was going to sigh, remembering me after my departure. Besides, she was also going to curse me after seeing her body.

After quenching her thirst with me for two full hours, she asked me to drop her off at the hotel. After this, we had to meet after a long time. I parked the car in the hotel parking lot and sucked her lips for a while.

Made her suck my dick also. She didn’t feel like going, and neither did I… but I had to go up to the hotel and take a shift with my girlfriend. I left from there, and she also went to her room and slept.

I hope you enjoyed my story. I’m from around Delhi-NCR. For feedback and discussion, you can hit me up at [email protected] or Google Chat.

Dear ISS readers, this is Karthik again.

First of all, I would like to thank you all for giving such a nice response to my very first story. I got so many emails and chats from many of you with lots of compliments. Many of you requested that you are desperately waiting for the next part of the story. So, guys, here is the next part of the story.

Those who missed reading part 1, please read part 1 of the story (link on top).

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So, continuing with the second part of the story…

As I said earlier, Arun called me and requested another session. This time, he said Richa (his wife) was very much interested in the next session more than him.

I said, “Sir, this is a good compliment for me.”

So, we decided to meet at his home on Saturday around 11 am at his house.

I went sharp at 11 am and rang the doorbell. I expected that his wife would open the door, and it happened the same way. She opened the door with a smile and greeted me, “Welcome Karthik, how are you?”

She was wearing a black, sexy, deep-neck top and a short skirt this time. She was looking stunning as her curves were clearly visible. I was very much impressed with her outfit.

I realized immediately that there was going to be different plans from the couple and smiled. I said, “I am fine, ma’am. How are you?”

She immediately said, “Karthik, don’t call me ‘ma’am,’ just call me Richa.” It was quite uncomfortable for me, but I said, “That’s fine, Richa.”

She smiled again and asked me if I wanted tea or coffee. I asked her, “Where is Arun sir?”

She said, “Actually, he got a very important call from his office and needed to go, and he couldn’t say no. We didn’t want to cancel the plan… and you are already comfortable with us, so I was fine.”

I said, “Thanks for showing that much trust, Richa.”

She prepared a very nice coffee for both of us. I complimented her on the coffee and her outfit. I said, “Richa, you are looking super hot.”

And she said, “Thanks, Karthik.”

Then I asked her, “Yes, Richa… can we start now?”

She said, “Actually…” and paused for 30 seconds.

I asked her, “What happened?”

She said, “Can I ask you something?”

I replied, “Of course, Richa…”

“Actually, after that session, we both were kinky with each other and wanted to try different things but within the limits.”

I was listening.

“We wanted to try BDSM with you. Do you have any experience?”

I said, “Richa, I don’t have experience, but I know very well about it.”

I was thinking, ‘Let’s try this also.’

She said, “Are you sure? I know you are a good massage therapist, but I also want a good BDSM session from you.”

I said, “Don’t worry, Richa… I will not disappoint you.”

She said, “Ok, Karthik… you are a master then, and I am your slave.”

I immediately spanked her hard and said, “How dare you call me Karthik!? I am your master. Call me, sir!”

She was totally shocked and was pleased at the same time to see how I was in character so quickly. She got convinced now.

She immediately said, “So sorry, sir… tell me what I can do for you?”

I rudely shouted at her, “You bitch, I knew your intentions when I arrived at your home. Then you will know how this master treats you. Turn away and remove your shorts within 5 seconds,” and I started counting, “1…2…3…4…5.”

Within 5 seconds, she was just able to turn back and remove her skirt up to her knee. I spanked her hard on her butt and shouted, “You are slow. I said 5 and you could not complete the task… You will be punished for this.”

She said, “Sorry, sir… 5 seconds was very short.” I spanked her again, and she said, “Please teach me.”

I could see her expressions; she was enjoying it.

“Now, time for punishment… you remove your top and lie on the floor and say, ‘Sorry, sir, I will follow your orders properly now.’ Also, your boobs should touch my feet.” She removed her top.

Guys, I forgot to tell you that she was wearing a very sexy, dark brown-colored bra and panties. I immediately got an erection.

She followed my orders and touched my feet with her boobs. What a feeling it was!!!

She said, “Yes, sir… what’s next?”

I said, “Go to the kitchen now and get some water and ice.”

She said, “Sir, my kitchen window is open… should I wear my dress again?”

I spanked her again and said, “You bitch… You are not following my order properly. Do what I say.”

This time, her cheeks were red, but she was enjoying it. She immediately rushed to the kitchen and brought the water and ice very fast.

I said, “Mix the ice and water and pour it inside your bra and panties.”

She said, “Sir, it is very cold.” I shouted and asked her to turn away. I spanked her hard again and said I will continue spanking until she says, “Yes, sir,” and started spanking and counted, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…10.”

She was having pain, but was enjoying. After the 11th spank, she said, “Yes, sir,” and poured cold water inside her bra and panties and was shivering.

I said, “Then will you obey the master?”

She said, “Yes, sir.”

She requested me if she could remove her bra and panties. I immediately spanked her and said, “You should have asked me for this. Then, stay like this for 1 minute and say, ‘Sir, please,’ without stopping.”

She continued and asked me to remove her bra and panties. I removed them, and she was completely nude in front of me. I pinched her nipples hard, and this time, she was tearing, but at the same time, enjoying.

I ordered her to lie on the bed showing her back and told her to relax now. I just said, “Then, punishment is over, and it is time for your reward.”

I gave a very nice and sensual massage to her and asked her how the experience was.

She said, “Sir, it was too good… I enjoyed a lot.”

I gently spanked her and smiled, “BDSM is over now… you can call me Karthik.”

She said, “I did not imagine that you would be that good at BDSM as well.”

I thanked her again. She then requested me to go outside of the room so that she could change. She came back from the room wearing her original outfit and gave me a good amount of fees again.

I told her, “Wish Arun could have been here so that he could also have enjoyed.”

She said it was unavoidable for him to go to the office. I then took her permission to leave and left. After two hours, I got a call from Arun, and he told me that his wife was praising me a lot and thanked me again.

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Guys, that’s all about the story. As I said, we have already decided on our boundaries, so we did not cross those.

In the next stories, I will tell you about my experiences with ISS readers, how they approached me and had fun.

Again, any male, ladies, or couples, if you want a good and unforgettable experience, please email me at: [email protected]

Needless to mention, privacy is the most important.

Hi everyone, hope you all are doing well. I am back with another sexual encounter of my sexy Mom, Sujatha. My Mom, Sujatha, is 45 years old and has a sexy slutty figure of 34D-32-36. She is a sex bomb who can raise the dick of men with her sexy walk.

It was exactly a week after Janardan fucked my Mom in our house. Vikas’s father won. He called me to inform me that he had arranged a party at his farmhouse. He sent some special lacy sarees for my Mom with a bra and panties with them.

As you know, my Mom is dusky, so I selected an orange saree for her. We were scared about how to convince my dad to go out for the whole night. But luckily, my dad has to work night shifts that week. We know we will not be back by early in the morning.

So we said we are going to our aunt’s place and asked him to take the keys with him. He agreed, and we were excited too. That evening, when Mom walked out in the orange saree with a matching bra. She looked like a hot heroine in the movie. I jumped on her and kissed her lips.

But my Mom pushed me and said, “Hold on, son, you have the whole night to have me along with your friends. So what is the hurry?” She winked at me, saying those words. I controlled myself, saying, “You are right, Mom.” Vikas said he will send the car to pick us up.

So while waiting, I was watching Mom and started to think about how things had changed so fast. How a loyal and traditional woman like her turned into a slut who loves to worship dicks. I smiled, and every time Mom adjusted her hair, her shaved underarms, which are in chocolate colour, made my lips dry.

I knew she shaved when she took a bath some time back. I was imagining what she wore below. Did she wear the thong, which was among the panties? Is the thong covering her pussy, or is it already between her shaved pussy lips? I am curious to know how wet it would be when we undress her.

We heard a horn, and I came back to my senses. We got up and locked the house. My Mom wore a dupatta so as not to get much attention from our neighbours. I was about to get into the front seat when I heard the voice saying, “Let your Mom sit in the front.” It was Janardan who was in the driver’s seat.

I know what he means. So I asked Mom to get in front, and I got into the car in the back seat. It was around 6 in the evening, and it was getting dark. The farmhouse is outside the city, so once we are out of the traffic, the highway begins.

Janardan spoke to Mom, “You look so hot, Sujji. You are going to have a lot of fun tonight.” My Mom smiled and bit her lip.

Janardan placed his left hand on Mom’s thigh. He could feel her thigh as she didn’t wear any petticoat underneath. He was pressing her thigh, and it was turning on Mom. Since the pallu was just a thin layer, it went between her exposed cleavage.

My Mom started to breathe very hard and bit her nipples. Janardan moved his hand up towards her boobs. He caught my mom’s right boob, which was in the bra, and pressed it. Mom moaned. Janardan grabbed her boob and began to press harder.

I can see her nipple getting hard and poking through the thin material that the bra was made of. Janardan took Mom’s hand and placed it on his bulge. My Mom didn’t hesitate to pull his zip down and take out his monster. My Mom started to stroke his dick while Janardan pulled her boobs out.

He was pressing her boob and pinching her nipple, making her jump in her seat. Janardan, in between, bent and sucked my Mom’s boob, too. As we were nearing the destination, Janardan reduced the speed of the vehicle and held Mom by her hair. Janardan pulled Mom on his dick.

My Mom bent and started to suck his dick. Her right boob, which was out of the bra, was hanging in front of me. I caught her hanging boob and pressed it slowly while Mom enjoyed getting her boob pressed while sucking a dick. Her head movements got faster.

Janardan was pulling and pushing her mouth using her hair. I was pulling her nipple, and I couldn’t control myself. I bent forward and took her boob in my mouth and started to eat it. I was biting her nipples while Janardan fucked her mouth. He was moaning now, and he was about to cum.

He pushed Mom’s face down his dick and came deep into Mom’s throat. He didn’t allow Mom to get up till she drank and licked his dick clean. We reached the gate, and two men were standing there. They opened the gate and noticed Mom’s boob still hanging out.

Mom adjusted herself and put her boob back into the bra. She applied some lipstick before getting out of the car. My friends were waiting in the lobby. When Mom got down and walked to the other side to face them, they all held their breaths when they saw Mom in such a sexy attire.

Wow, all of them said in unison. I smiled, and Mom waved at them. They invited us in, and we all sat in the living room. My friends didn’t stop checking my Mom out. My Mom broke the silence by asking them, “Do I look just as you thought I would be, or am I ugly, boys?”

She adjusted her hair, and Shyam said, “No, Aunt, you have become sexier since the last time we saw you. Isn’t it true, guys?” he asked others. Raghu continued, “Seems like Rohith is making his Mom do some hard workouts to get in such a sexy shape” he winked at me.

I said, “One cannot bring such a hot shape to my Mom. It’s hard work for many like you.” My Mom hit my leg, saying, “Naughty boy, stop it. Can we have something to eat?” she asked. Vikas was rubbing his dick over the shorts he wore. Showed Mom his bulge and said, “I am waiting for you to ask.”

Mom smiled and got up from the place she was sitting. She sat beside Vikas. She placed her hand over his bulge, rubbing it. She said, “I am always hungry for young ones like this, but my tummy needs something to withstand what this has in store”, poking his dick.

Vikas smiled, and he grabbed Mom’s face and locked his lips with Mom’s. They both were kissing passionately while Raghu and Shyam went to the other side of Mom. Raghu sat on the other side while Shyam knelt in front of her. When Mom left Vikas’ lips, Raghu pulled her and locked his lips with Mom’s.

Shyam, who knelt in front of Mom, pulled Mom’s pallu down. He buried his face in Mom’s cleavage and was licking her cleavage. Vikas was kissing and licking Mom’s neck. Raghu stopped kissing Mom, and he too began to kiss Mom’s neck.

Two of my friends were kissing Mom’s neck while Shyam was kissing her cleavage. Mom was moaning, “Ah, boys, can’t you wait till we have our dinner?” They continued for 5 more minutes, and then Vikas asked them to stop. He pulled Mom by her hand and accompanied her to the dining table.

We sat around and had a yummy dinner. After that, we moved to the first floor, where Vikas had arranged the room for a fun-filled night. A porn video was playing on the wall, which was set up on the projector. It was a video of three young boys fucking a busty woman.

They filled her three holes. My Mom got shocked and asked them, “Am I looking like those busty boys?” She turned around to show herself. My friends in the union said, “No, aunty, you are as sexy as always.” Vikas stopped the porn video and played songs with low sound.

My friends grabbed my Mom and stood around her.  I will let you know if my friends alone fucked my Mom. Or did my Mom have any other surprises planned?

Hope you loved the story as always. You can write to me your feedback at [email protected]. Bye.

Hi friends. I am here with one more story. I hope you liked the previous stories.
Yeh story ek middle-class family ki hai. Ek Maa aur uski beti apni mahine ke periods adjust karwane keliye medicine keliye clinic jati hai. Unki ghar mein ek shadi honewali hai.

Mrs Pallavi Sharma (name changed), aged 47, ek a housewife hai healthy hai aur maintained bhi. Pati Rakesh Sharma (name changed), aged 52 ek sarkari daftar mein clerk hai. Beta Rajeev, aged 26, ki shadi hai. Ek beti hai, Radhika, aged 23. Middle-class family. Khushi Pariwar. Tier-2 city mein rehte hai.

Dr Gupta, aged 55, apna ek choti si clinic chalata hai aur apni area mein famous doctor hai. Yeh baat alag hai, Gupta apni life mein kaafi auratein ladkiyo ki ilaaj ke bahane unhe manake choda bhi hai. Kuch aise hi asani se deti hai aur kuch ko injection deke choda hai. Lekin baat kabhi bahar nahi aayi.

Dr Gupta bhi bahut smart hai. Bahut savdhani se soch samjhke lete hi hai auraton taki koi lafda nahi hona chahiye. Aur auratein aur lakdiya bhi smart hai, unhe zaroorat toh hai lekin kisi se keh nahi paati.

Dr Gupta aramse leta hai unka aur unki izzat bhi nahi uchalti. Koi shak nahi karta Dr Gupta pe. Itne saalo mein aise kayi ladkiya aur auraton ko choda hai Dr Gupta ne.

Pallavi Dr Gupta ke clinic hi jati hai agar koi bukhar ya zukaam hojaye toh. Gupta yeh pariwar acche se janta bhi hai saalo se. Lekin kabhi Pallavi ki lene ki mauka nahi mili usse. Radhika bhi jawan hai aur dimaag mein charbi bhi zyada hai. Bhai ko khub thang bhi karti hai aur gahr ki ladli beti hai.

Itne mein Rajeev ki shadi tayy hojati hai. Agle mahine shadi hai toh Pallavi apni pati se kehti hai ki apni aur Radhika ki periods ussi date mein padti hai. Toh doctor se baat karni hogi. Pati bhi pada likha hai toh maan jata hai.

Lekin Pallavi jab pichli baar gayi thi samajh gayi thi Dr Gupta ki isharon mein woh kya chahte hai. Kahi nak ahi uske mann bhi tha kyunki Rakesh uski jismani zaroorat aajkal puri nahi karte the. Radhika ki toh jawani fut rahi thi aur jaisi maa hai waisi beti.

Agle din dono jane ki sochti hai. Subah 8.30 baje tayyar ho rahi. Radhika salwar kameez pehenke aati hai apni maa ke kamre mein. Pallavi petticoat ki nada bandh rahi hai aur bra mein hai.

Radhika- Maa mujhe ajeebsa lag raha hai yeh sab.

Pallavi- Beta yeh sab hota hi hai, ek baar sh.

Pallavi- (muksurayi) Beta tumhare bhaiyya ki shadi hai. Hame hi toh sambhalna hai sab, fir tumhareliye bhabi bhi ayegi. Fir tumhara bhi Rishta pakka kar denge kahi pe hahaha.

Radhika- maa aap na, waise maa doctor uncle checkup matlab woh dikhane (chut) keliye toh nahi kahenge na?

Pallavi- Beta, doctor hai woh, ham thodi kuch keh sakte hai.

Radhika- Maa aapko kya lagta hai, kya karenge?

Pallavi- (muskurayi) Beta tumne nayi undie toh pehni hai na. Dr Gupta aajkal pata nahi har baat pe injection hi dene lage hai.

Radhika- Injection?

Pallavi- Haa beta, pichli baar mein jab gayi tab mujeh unhone injection hi prefer kiya tha.

Radhika- Maa, matlab aapne injection (muskurayi)

Pallavi- Beta main kya karti, doctor hai waise aisa nahi hai ki unhone mujhe kabhi injection nahi dee. Har baar thakaan keliye jaati hu toh vitamin ki injection hi dete hai. Har baar hath pe hi dee hai. Lekin pichli baar pata nahi beta letne keliye keh diya, mein toh mana bhi nahi kar payi naahi kuch keh payi.

Radhika- Maa matlab aap leti injection keliye (muskurayi).

Pallavi- Beta doctor hai. Ham keh bhi kya sakta hai. Saree utayi unhone mein toh sharamse laal hui thi, main toh soch rahi thi ki bass thodi undie niche karnge. Lekin unhone toh puri ghutno tak keechi thi(sharamse laal hoke kehti hai)

Radhika- Maa lagta hai doctor chupe rustum hai kyu? (muskurayi)

Pallavi- Issiliye beta, tayyar hoke jana hi behtar hai pata hi aisi waisi purani undie pehenke jayenge toh kya sochenge.

Radhika- Maa kya lagta hai aapko, (muskurayi)

Pallavi- Kyu beta, waise suna hai ki bahut hi raasleela hai auraton ke sath. Lekin kabhi inki baat bahar nahi aayi.

Radhika- Maa waise doctor bahut smart lagte hai warna itne saalo se aap unhi ke paas jaa rahi ho fir bhi unhone try nahi kiya aur ab hmmm(smile)

Pallavi- Tum na Radhika bahut natkhat baatein karne lagi ho.

Radhika- Maa, waise baat raaz rahegi toh hame bhi bahut mehsfuz hogi toh unide utarne mein kya hai, kyu maa?

Pallavi- (muksurayi) Dekte hai beta kya hota hai lekin mujhe yakeen hai Dr Gupta ham dono ko injection hi denge, dono ki chaddi utarwayenge dekhna.

Radhika- Maa aapne papa ko bataya kya aapki chaddi utarwayi doctor ne injection keliye (muskurayi).

Pallavi- Beta, yeh sab kehne ki baatein hoti hai kya?

Radhika- Maa fir toh mann aapka bhi hai. Main bhi apni jawani nahi sambhal paa rahi aur main ahi chahti ki aisi waisi kand hojaye aur meri wajahse ghr ki izzat uchle.

Pallavi- Beta main samajh rahi hu, tumahri shadi ham jaldi karwa denge, aur shayad DR Gupta injection ke sath ham dono secret injection bhi denge toh!

Dono muskurayi, Pallavi apni kapde pehenti hai aur baal banati hai. Dono tayyar hoke clinic keliye chali, Pallavi saree mein aur Radhika salwar kameez mein.

Dono ke mann mein ajeebsi sharam aur dar hai lekin jana toh padega hi. Apni periods jo adjust karwani hai. Clini pahunchti hai jo ek purani building mein hai.

Subah ki 9 baje hai toh log nahi aaye hai. Dono andar jati hai. Dr Gupta’s paper dekte heu baitha tha dekta hai parchayi glass mein aur andar aane ko kehta hai.

Aab dono darwaza kholke andar chalti hai toh Dr Gupta ki ankhe chamak luth thi hai jo bahut saalon se Pallavi ki lena chahta tha lekin pichli baar hi uski saree uthane ki mauka mila tha injection ke bahane. Jo hath mein de sakte the usne jaan bhuj keliye Pallavi ki pcihe lagaya tha.

Dr Gupta- Arrey Pallavi ji, aayiye ayiye, oh aap apni beti ke sath aayi, Radhika kaisi ho? (muskuraya)

Pallavi- ji doctor saab.(dono aake samne chair mein baithi, dono mann mein ajeebsi dar aur sharam aur dhadkan tez hai dono ki)

Dr Gupta- Ji kahiye Pallavi ji, kaise aana hua? K iska tabiyat karab hai, kyu radhika beta tumhe kuch hua toh nahi na beta.

Pallavi- Ji, gharpe shadi hai bete ki

Dr Gupta- waah yeh toh Khushi ke baat hai, saara intezaam hogaya ya nahi.

Pallavi- Ji ham issiliye aaye hai aapse milne.

Dr Gupta- Ji kahiye, mein kya madad kar sakta hu aapki. (muskuraya)

Dono maa beti ek dusri ko dekti.

Pallavi- Ji, doctor who shadi hai gahrpe toh ham dono apna mahina adjust karna chahte hai.

Dr Gupta- Ji accha. Toh aap dono apni periods dates adjust karwani hai, chinta mat kijiye aram se hojayega. App dono ki mahine ka dates mein 2 hafte ke baad hone ki tarah kar dunga. (kehte hue utha)

Dr Gupta paas ki ek choti si bottle kholta hai aur ek chimti se 2 syringes nikalta hai. Maa beti ki ankho mein ajeebsi dar aur sharam jo socha tha wahi honewala kehke. Dr Gupta dono syringes pe sui attach karta hai aur 2 liquid vials table pe rakhta hai.

Dr Gupta- Pallavi ji aap chinta mat kijiye. Ek ek injection dunga aap dono ki pareshani khatam. Aur dono acche se shadi mein bhag daud kar paoge.

Dr Gupta dono syringe tayyar karne laga. Ek ajeebsi muskurahat hai chehrepe. Maa beti dono ko dar bhi baithi hui sochke woh dono agle 2 din baith payengi ya nahi. Dr Gupta 2 syringe tayyar karke dekta hai toh Pallavi ji aur Radhika beta, aao dono.

Dono thodi dari hui hai fir bhi uthke side ke exam table ki taraf aayi. Doctor dekh ke muskuraya aur Pallavi ki kaan kichi. Radhika bhi dekti reh gayi jaise doctor ne maa ki kaan jaise koi choti bacchi ki tarah keechi.

Dr Gupta- Kyu Pallavi ji, aap janti thi na injection hi lagegi aur kahape. Fir bhi beti ko leke aayi hain toh maan na padega. Main woh pichli baar jab aapki chaddi niche kiya tha tabhi samajh gaya tha ki aap ekdum garam mijaz ki aurat hai.

Dr Gupta- Lekin samaj ki dar se chup hai (kehke kaan chhodke ek choti si gand pe ek chata lagata hai). Aap chinta mat kijiye, main janta hu aap dono ko kya chahiye.(dono ke bich khada hoke dono ki gand sehlata hai) Chali ab dono apni injection keliye tayyar hojayiye pehle.

Dono sharamse laal, Pallavi apni saree uthati hai. Radhika apni kameez uthake salwar ki nada kholti hai toh seedha pairo mein girti hai. Dono saree aur kameez upar karke panty dikhake khadi.

Dr Gupta maa beti ki khubsurti dekta hai. Paas aake dono ki panty ki elastic pakadke ek jhatke mein keechta hai niche pairo tak. Dono ki gand mein garma garam sui lagti hai, Gupta jaan bhujke thoda dard deke deta hai taaki dono ki ankho mein aansu aaye.

Injection dene ke baad, chaliye ab kapde pehen lijiye, clinic ke piche mera ek kamra hai chaliye waha. Tum dono ko asli injection wahi dunga, kehte hue dono ki gand pe ek ek tappas lagata hai.

To be continued.

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Agli story mein bataunga ki kaise Dr Gupta ne maa beti ke sath threesome kiya tha.