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Vijay and Rizwana both had their orgasm with a loud moan, and that’s when my attention diverted to them. My husband started talking further.

Husband: “Mi parat gelo tar mahit padla kay jhale te. Mag me Vishay shodla. 20 varsha nighun gele. Mag ekda amchya group chya pavsaali picnic saathi Goa la gelo, tevha mala hi scooter var disli ani ti eka baar madhye geli. Jevha mi vicharpoos keli tevha mala toh chor darwaza kalla. Aat jaaun baghto tar tine ek blouse ghatlela jyaat tiche mothe ball disat hote, ani skirt madhye aaple naagde pay dakhvat kaam karat hoti waitress cha. Mala baghun tiche dole chamakle. Tya baar madhye pori naagdya naach karat hotya. Ti mala dharun aat ek room madhye gheun geli jithe ase khaane banlele,pardya chya division ne. Eka gap madhun baghitla tar kalla loka chudai karat hote tithe. Tine mala odhla and kiss karu lagli, evdhi aag lagleli k don min madhye majha lund tichya haatat hota ani ticha blouse and skirt nighalela.Ti vakun majha lund choku lagli ani pahilyandich koni tar chokhat hota. Tya nantar ti majhya vas basil ani udya maru lagli, ani ticha pani sutla. Mag kutri banli and magun mala jhavayla sangitla, ani majha paani kadhla aplya chut madhye.

(When I went back, I got to know about the raid. So, I left it. 20 years later, when I went to Goa with friends for a Monsoon picnic, that is when I spotted her working in a pub. She was wearing a front blouse, showing her tits, and a skirt showing her legs and thighs. She was elated and surprised to see me and pulled me with her into the dark room. I saw it had partitions made, and people were naked and fucking inside. She took me to one and got me naked in two minutes. She sucked my dick, and it was the first time I experienced it. Then she rode me until she came, and then asked me to fuck her like a bitch right there.)

Husband: “ Nantar ti mala ghar chal bolli, ani jaatana mi tila eka porishi boltana baghitla, ti tar stage var naagda nach karat hoti, fakt bra ani panty madhye. Mag amhi ghari jaatana tine tichi sagli story sangitli. Jitesh cha karz sangitla and kashi ti adakli te sangitla. Tichya chut madhye aag lagleli ani Mi tila aakhi raat jhavla. Pahate jevha mi tila magun jhavat hoto, tar baghitla tich baar wali porgi tithe nagdi basun chut madhye bota ghalat hoti. Mi thamblo, tar tine mala aaplya var odhla ni tichya samorch jhavayla lavla. Ithe amcha pani sutla ani tithe ticha.”

(Then she took me home, and while leaving, I saw her talking to a busty young girl, who was in her undergarments. Then she took me home and, on the way, told me her entire story. We both were horny and fucked the entire night. In the morning, while I was doing her from behind, I was startled watching the same girl, watching us, and fingering herself. Nadia made me continue and started fucking me in front of her. Here we had our orgasm, and there she did.)

V: He sagla vyakhya sange paryant Nadia fakt towel madhye basleli,tiche mothe ball, ughdya mandya ani adhun madhun chikni chut dakhvat. Tine cigarette petavli, tevdhyaat Rizwana aali, tine fakt babancha banyan ghatlela, and tyaat tiche mothe boobs ani gand disat hoti. Majha tathlela tila baghun. Tevha Nadia ne sangitla mag babanni kasa sagla vikla ani toh baar ani Jitesh la vikat ghetla. Tithe Rizwana majhya bajula yeun basli ani haluch kaanat mhanali. “Tujhya baapala majhya aai chi chut ani tula majhi chut.” Mi tichya kade baghatch hoto, tevdhyaat tine mala kiss kela ani majha lund dabu lagli pant var. Kadhi majhi pant nighun, lund baher aala mahit nahi. 5 minute madhye amhi nagde hoto, majhya lund tichya chut madhye hota, ani tiche ball majhya tondaat hote. Tine mala asach jhavla 5 minute ani ticha pani sutla. Mag tine mala tichya var ghetla ani mi ticha missionary style madhye jhavat hoto, tevha majhya pati var Nadia che ball lagle. Mage valun baghitla tar baba Nadia la jhavat hote. Tya pressure madhye amchya saglyancha pani sutla.

(Nadia was sitting in a towel, till she communicated all this incident, showing her tits, ass, and thighs. She lit up a cigarette, and Rizwana walked in wearing just a sando, showing off her tits and ass. I was hard with two naked women, and Nadia told me how Dad sold everything and bought that bar where they worked. But my mind was on Rizwana, who offered me her cunt in exchange for her mother’s. I was startled, and she came forward and kissed me while rubbing my dick over the pants. I did not even understand how, but in five minutes, my dick was in her hot and wet cunt and her boobs in my mouth. She released in 5 minutes, and then made me fuck her in missionary while dad fucked Nadia from behind as she kissed my back and ass. We all released at the same time.

V: “ Jevha mi dhuvun aalo, ani pant ghalat hoto tar Nadia majhya kade aali ani baher gheun geli naagdi.Tine mala Rizwana chi chut offer keli, and return madhye mi tila and babancha chalu thevu denar.

(When I washed and came back, I was trying to get dressed, that is when Nadia came in naked and took me outside. She offered me Rizwana’s cunt in exchange for keeping their relationship away from you.)

N:” Haan, pan tujhe porga Jitesh peksha motha bhadva nighala. Thodya vel vichar karun tyaane tyaacha baapala saangitla tula pan involve karayla, ani haa sagla plan akhla. Tyaane tula te golya dile, jyaane tujhya chut madhye aag lagu lagli. Olakhichach manus pahije, mhanun Jiteshla pathavla, ani free change dila jhavayla. Toh lagech Tayyar jhala, an teesri att hoti tyala majhi chut maraychi hoti, mhanun amhi he sagla plan kela. Mag aata vichar kar, amchyaat eka navryachi don baika astat, and mala chalel. Majhi chut ani hyancha lund donhi miltil, ani tya gharaat aplach raaj aahe, pahije tevdha jhavaych sooth aahe.”

(Yes, but your son is the biggest bastard. He thought a while and told his father to involve you also in it. He planned all of this. He gave you those meds to increase your horniness, and then make you fuck Jitesh and become his whore. The Israeli man is our regular customer for years, so he took money from him to get you fucked. So now tell me, what do you want to do? Accept this and enjoy a dick and pussy for the rest of your life. I am okay to share this cock, it’s common in us.

What happened next, I will tell you in the next part.

Meri Ananya (23)… shaadi ke do saal mein uska sharir thoda bhar gaya hain, par woh bharapan hi mujhe sabse zyada khinchta hain. Pehle woh patli thi, par ab woh naram hain. Uske haath mere kandhe pe padte hain toh unmein ek garam comfort hain.

Uske seene ka bhar, shaadi ke baad woh aur bhara hua lagta hain. Blouse ke andar se woh ubhaar kabhi kabhi pallu sambhalte hue bhi bahar jhalak jaata hain. Uske pairon ki payal ki chhan-chhan aur kamar se saree ka pallu dhalkta dekh ke mujhe woh ghar ki aurat nahi, meri aurat lagti hain, woh jo raat mein sab kuch utar deti hain.

Uske baalon mein hamesha ek meetha jasmine ya coconut oil ka smell hota hain, woh smell mere takiye mein reh jaata hain. Uski aankhon mein woh shaant pyas, jo har raat mujhe khud se baandh deti hain.

Ab aate hain mere saali, Isha, ke upar.

Isha (20)… woh kuch aur hi hain. Jab maine pehli baar usko jeans aur t-shirt mein dekha tha na, mujhe laga koi college ki ladki hain, par phir uske chehre pe woh beauty dekhi jo Ananya mein kabhi nahi thi.

Isha patli hain, par kamzor nahi. Uski kamar ek dum se slim, par hips mein woh halki si curve jo tight jeans mein aur clear dikh jaati hain. Uske pair lambe… woh jab seediyan chadhti hain na, toh uske pair aur kamar ka, woh move mujhe ajnabee sa bhatak deta hain.

Uska chehra sharp hain, badi badi brown aankhen jo sab kuch dekh ke bhi jaise kuch nahi bolti. Lips slightly wet, woh hamesha halka sa balm lagaye rehti hain, jaise woh bas naturally soft hain. Kabhi kabhi woh lips bekaar mein hi apni daant se kaat’ti hain jab soch mein hoti hain. Uss pal main bas uske chehre se nazar nahi hata pata.

Uske baal shoulder tak, silky. Jab woh sir jhuka ke baal samet ke high pony banati hain na, toh uski gardan ki woh clean line mujhe kisi aur duniya mein le jaate hain. Uske t-shirt ka fabric uske seene se chipak jaata hain.

Uske chehre pe woh college wali masti aur aankhon mein ek alag chamak. Woh itni khoobsurat hain ki main kabhi kabhi bhool jaata hoon ke woh meri biwi ki behen hain.

Jab woh aankhen mila ke haste haste nazar hata leti hain, toh mujhe lagta hain woh jaanti hain main kya dekh raha hoon. Par woh phir bhi wahi karti hain.

Jeans ki tight fitting, t-shirt ki halka se slip hoti lining, kamar dikh jaati hain, jaise woh apne khud ke sharir ko bhi poora nahi samajhti abhi tak.

Aur main… in dono ke beech aatka rehta hoon. Ek meri hain, doosri hone nahi wali… par phir bhi har baar aankh udhar chali hi jaati hain. Aur ek din aisa hi hua.

Ghanti baji. Darwaza khola toh samne Isha khadi thi, wohi tight jeans, woh halka sa white t-shirt, aur kandhe pe ek chhota sa sling bag. Uske baalon ki woh khushboo, jo mere ghar ke andar tak ghus gayi.

Uska chehra chamak raha tha. Badi badi aankhen excitement se bhari hui thi. Hath mein ek chhota sa gift bag tha, jaise woh Ananya ko koi surprise dene aayi ho.

“Didi ghar pe hain na?” Usne seedha mujhse aankh milakar pucha, uski awaaz mein woh nayi nayi ladkiyon wali khushi thi. Woh khushi jisme koi hichkichahat nahi hoti.

Maine dheere se kaha, “Ananya toh kal hi maa ke ghar chali gayi… agli hafte tak nahi aayegi.”

Ek pal ke liye uske chehre pe woh khushi freeze ho gayi par phir pata nahi kya hua, woh ek ajeeb si halki muskurahat mein badal gayi. Woh muskurahat… woh seedhi simple smile nahi thi.

Usne apne baalon ko ek haath se peechhe kara, t-shirt thoda sa tight ho gaya uske seene pe. Uski kamar pe jeans ki fitting bilkul clear thi. Woh sidhe mujhe dekhte hue bas dheere se boli, “Oh… toh main akeli hoon aapke saath?”

Uske lips pe woh halka sa moisture chamak raha tha. Usne apni lower lip ko halkasa daanton se pakda, jaise woh kuch soch rahi ho. Uski aankhen ek pal ke liye meri aankhon mein atak gayi – na zyada bold, na zyada sharmili – bas woh nazar jo keh rahi thi ki woh khud nahi samajhti ya shayad samajhkar bhi kuch nahi keh rahi.

Uske pair andar padte gaye. Woh hall mein ghusi toh uske jeans se uthti woh raw body heat mujhe mehsoos hui. Woh andar aake ek taraf bag rakh ke seedha palat gayi. Uski kamar ka woh slim curve, jo t-shirt se nikal kar jeans ke waistband se milta tha… main aankhen hata nahi paaya.

Isha ne pucha, “Aap akela feel kar rahe honge na? Didi gayi hui hain…” Uski awaaz mein woh chhoti si masti thi jo Ananya mein kabhi nahi rehti ab.

Phir woh khud hi huske boli, “Koi baat nahi… main hoon na…”

Uss pal mein bas itna samajh aaya, Ananya ghar mein nahi thi, par uski behen, uski saans, uski smile, uski khuli aankhon ka woh raaz… woh sab kuch mere samne tha.

Aur Isha ka woh seductive smile… woh ek baar dekh ke kisi ke bhi raaton ki neend uda de.

Darwaza baandh hone ke baad bhi Isha ki woh smile mere dimaag mein chipki rehti hain. Woh bina Ananya ko bole itna lamba safar karke aayi thi, par uske chehre pe ek pal ke liye bhi nirasha nahi thi.

“Bahut garmi lag rahi hain, jiju…” Usne living room ke beech mein hi bola. “Ek quick shower le loon kya?”

Main bas uske chehre ko dekh raha tha. Woh aankhon mein ek dum seedhi thi, par lips pe woh smile jo keh rahi thi, “Mujhe pata hain tum kya soch rahe ho…”

“Kyun nahi?” Main bas itna bol paaya.

Isha apne jeans ke pocket se rubber band nikalkar baalon ko bun mein lapet rahi thi, aur uska kamar ka woh curve jeans se bahar jhalak raha tha. Ek pal ke liye woh khadi hokar uthi. Uske jeans tight thi, t-shirt uske seene pe chipki hui thi. Mujhe laga woh jaan bujhke dheere chal rahi hain.

Usne bathroom mein ghuste ghuste kaha, “Mujhe didi ka ek towel de doge? Waise bhi sab samajh hi jaoge kahaan rakha hoga na…”

Uska woh last line, woh hansi… jaise woh mujhe jaanch rahi ho.

Bathroom se paani ki awaz aa rahi thi. Main bas Ananya ke cupboard se uska fluffy pink towel nikal kar bathroom ke bahar rakh diya. Pata nahi kyun, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Ananya ka towel, Isha ka nanga wet sharir uske andar… sab ek ajeeb sa mila jula mehsoos ho raha tha.

Kuch hi der mein bathroom ka door khula. Pehle uske baalon se tapakta paani dikha. Phir Isha nikalti hain. Pink towel mein lapete hue woh humare bedroom mein ghus gayi bina pooche, maano, yeh isika ho. Uske geele pairon ke nishaan floor pe reh gaye.

Mujhe ek pal ke liye uske geele baalon ki woh fresh khushboo, shampoo, skin aur halka sa warm steam, sab mere haathon tak mehsoos hua.

Thodi der baad jab woh bahar nikli, toh mere pair ek pal ke liye ruk gaye. Isha ne Ananya ka ek light cream color ka cotton nightie pehna tha. Woh Ananya pe dheela lagta tha, par Isha ke slim sharir pe woh aur dheela laga. Uske geele baal uski gardan aur seene par chipak rahe the. Nightie ki thin fabric uske body se chipki thi.

Uski aankhen seedha mujhe pakad ke dekh rahi thi. Woh koi bholapan nahi tha. Woh aankhen bol rahi thi, “Didi nahi hain, main hoon…”

Woh samne sofa pe baith gayi, pair fold karke, aur baalon ko towel se sukhaane lagi. Har baar jab woh baalon ko rub karti, toh uske nightie ka neckline halka sa khisak jaata. Mujhe pata tha woh dekh rahi thi main kahan dekh raha hoon par woh ek shabd bhi nahi boli.

Usne muskurake bola, “Didi ke kapde pehen ke kaisi lag rahi hoon jiju?”

Main chup raha. Uske lips pe woh wet smile phir se. Usne neck ko halka sa tilt kiya, towel ek taraf gira diya, aur uske baalon ki ek lat uske gardan se lipat gayi.

“Waise, suna hain na jiju… saali… adhi gharwali hoti hain…”

Uske baalon se tapakta woh ek boond uske seene se hota hua nightie ke fabric mein chhup gaya. Woh aankhen mila ke bas dekh rahi thi, jaise us pal mein uske hone aur na hone ka sab farq khatam ho gaya ho.

Aur main… main bas sochta raha, “Ananya gayi hain, par uski chhoti behen mere ghar mein… uske kapdon mein… uske smell mein… aur… uski aankhon mein woh raaz, jo mujhe raat bhar jagaye rakhte hain.”

Isha ka damp nightie ab tak uske sharir pe bilkul chipak gaya tha. Usne baalon ko towel se sukha ke ek taraf sofa pe daala aur sidha bedroom ke darwaze tak chali gayi. Wohi kamra jahan kal tak Ananya thi.

“Aap bahar kyun khade ho jiju? Andar aao na…” Usne bolne ka andaaz bilkul casual tha, par uske aankhon mein woh raw tease jhalak raha tha, jaise woh jaankar mujhe kheench rahi ho.

Main darwaze pe hi ruk gaya. Usne bed ke edge pe baithte baithte mujhe aankhon se bulaya.

“Yahan baitho na… itne door kyun?”

Main dheere se bed pe uske paas baith gaya. Uske baalon se ab bhi halkasa moisture aur shampoo ki fresh khushboo aa rahi thi. Woh khushboo jo mere takiye mein pehle sirf Ananya ki hoti thi.

Isha apne pair bed pe fold karke baithi thi, nightie ki thin fabric se uske thighs tak paunch jati hain. Woh baalon ko finger se comb karte hue kabhi kabhi neck tilt karti thi.

“Waise jiju…” Uski awaaz bilkul dheemi ho gayi, jaise koi secret bata rahi ho. “Aapko problem toh nahi ho rahi… main didi ke kapde mein?”

Usne aankhen seedha meri pakad ke puchi, woh smile uske lips pe ab aur clear thi.

Maine bas itna kaha, “Tumhe yeh pehna hi kyun tha?”

Isha ki hansi ek dum halki aur khatarnaak thi, “Aur kya karti? Nahane ke baad toh kuch tha nahi… aur didi ke kapde hi toh hain… ghar hi toh hain… haan woh alag baat hain ki woh aapki biwi bhi hain. Kahi aap unko mujhme imagine toh nahi kerr rahe.”

Woh last words jaise mere seene mein kisi ne garam saans bhar di ho.

Usne achanak apna haath mere kandhe par rakha.

“Aap tension kyun le rahe ho? Suna nahi… saali adhi gharwali hoti hain…”

Yeh line bolte waqt woh itna paas jhuki ki uske baalon ka geela jhoka mere gaal ko chhoo gaya. Uske lips bilkul mere lips se kuch inches door ruk gaye. Woh aankhen, woh halki si muskuraahat… mujhe laga us pal mein sab khatam ya shuru ho sakta tha.

Usne apna dusra haath mere collar pe rakha, bilkul dheere se, jaise check kar rahi ho kitna control hain abhi bhi. Uske fingers se halki si thandak aur uske neck se aati woh garam khushboo, woh mix ho ke mujhe madhosh bana rahi thi.

“Jiju… main jaanti hoon aapko bura nahi lag raha…” Uski nazar seedha meri aankhon mein thi ek pal ke liye usne apni lower lip daant se pakdi aur phir chhoda, jaise woh meri saans rok rahi ho.

Fir woh ekdum seedha ho gayi, par haath ab bhi mere collar par.

“Waise… aapko kya lagta hain… saali sirf adhi gharwali hoti hain ya… kabhi poori bhi ban sakti hain?”

Room mein sirf Isha ki halki saans aur mere dil ki tez dhadkan goonj rahi thi. Bed pe Ananya ki khushboo, kapdon mein Isha ka sharir, aur uske lips, “Saali adhi gharwali,” woh line mere kaan mein ghoonj rahi thi.

Isha: “Jiju… kitne serious ho gaye ho… mujhe laga didi gayi hain toh aap chill karoge…”

Main: (thoda awkward, nazar ghoomata hain) “Tum aise kapde pehen ke… chill kaise karun?”

Isha: (halki hansi, aankh milakar) “Oh… kapde se dikkat hain? Toh utar doon?” (ek pal ruk ke mischievous smile deti hain) “Mazaak kar rahi hoon… tension kyun le rahe ho?”

Main: (uske lips dekhte hue) “Tumhe pata bhi hain tum kya keh rahi ho?”

Isha: (dheere se uske shoulder pe ungli chalati hain) “Mujhe sab pata hain jiju… mujhe dekh ke aap kya soch rahe ho… woh bhi pata hain…”

Main: (saans thodi bhari) “Aur kya pata hain?”

Isha: (bilkul close, lips uske kaan ke paas) “Yahi… ki didi door hain… aur main yahin hoon… didi ke kapde mein…” (thoda neck pe hot breath, cheek touch karti hain) “…aur aapko bilkul bura nahi lag raha…”

Main: (thoda control lose karke) “Isha… tum…”

Isha: “Waise… aapko pata hain na… saali adhi gharwali hoti hain?”

Main: (halki hansi, throat dry) “Tumhe kisne sikhaya yeh?”

Isha: (halki hansi, phir uske lap ke bilkul pass lean hoti hain) “Didi hi toh bolti thi… mazaak mein…” (phir slow smile) “Par mujhe lagta hain… mazaak nahi hain…”

Main: (gaze uske lips se neck tak) “Isha… main…”

Isha: (interrupt kar ke bilkul face ke paas aaker) “Aap kya… mujhe rokoge…? Ya khud ko…?”

Main: (breath heavy) “Yeh galat hain…”

Isha: (nazar lips pe fix, aur whisper ki) “Galat kyun jiju…? Ghar ke kapde… ghar ka bed… ghar ka hi toh sab hain…” (lips almost touch karte hue, cheek se cheek rub karte hue) “…aur saali toh… adhi gharwali hoti hi hain na…?”

Main: (thoda control tutne lagta hain) “Isha… agar koi dekh lega toh?”

Isha: (soft giggle mein, lips brush karte hue) “Kaun dekhega? Didi toh door hain… aur main…” (finger uske collar mein daal ke halki si pull ki) “…main toh bas aapke paas hoon…”

Main: (lips bilkul touch hone ke point par) “Tum pagal ho…”

Isha: (teasing whisper mein) “Pagal nahi jiju… bas adhi gharwali…”

Isha: “…poori ban jaoon…? Bura toh nahi lagega…?”

*****

To be continued…

Hello all,

This is my first story on ISS. It’s been more than five years since I became a continuous visitor here, and I’ve always loved the content.

Without wasting more time, let me introduce myself—Vicky (name changed, obviously). I’m a 25-year-old male, 6 feet tall, neither fit nor fat, with an average body and a decent enough dick to make women go crazy.

Born and brought up in South India, I stayed in Gurgaon for two years before recently moving to Mumbai for work. It was December 2024, and winter was hitting Delhi-NCR hard. Back then, my Instagram profile was public. I posted a story of me giving a back massage to a female friend of mine.

Nothing nude—she was fully clothed. I’m a master at massages. As expected, my friend started moaning. Just 15 seconds in, she said, “Vicky, I already neared orgasm in 15 seconds. Your hands have magic.” I posted it just for fun.

Twelve hours later, I got a message request from an account named Gitika Verma (name changed). Just a simple “Hi” and a follow. I ignored it at first, thinking it was a fake account. But then, she started liking my photos, so I checked her profile.

Goddamn. A fucking beauty. The heroine of this story—a 39-year-old proper MILF, with a killer structure: 36C-34-38. Seeing her, any dick would salute. I thought about messaging her to check if her profile was genuine, but then I saw her message request again. I replied with “Hello.”

She responded immediately: “Waiting for your text, hero.”

Me: “Lol, tell me?”

Gitika: “I saw your profile and your story. Is that real or fake?”

Me: “Hey, I posted it for fun.”

Gitika: “So it’s fake?”

Me: “No, the girl’s reaction was genuine. I just posted it for fun.”

Gitika: “She really had an orgasm in that little time?”

Without hesitation, I sent her a photo of my fingers and said, “A back and shoulder massage with these fingers will definitely make anyone feel the same.”

Gitika (after 2 mins): “What kind of fingers are those?”

Me: “Haha, every girl says the same.”

Gitika: “What do you do?”

Me: “I head marketing at a startup. I’m also into massages—learned it myself. I give massages to girls I date.”

I could tell she was excited by my fingers, so I dropped hints.

Me: “What about you?”

Gitika: “From Jalandhar, settled in Gurgaon. My husband owns a health tech company, and I take care of the home.”

Me: “Great. So, does your husband give you massages often?”

Gitika: “It’s been 12 years of marriage. He’s never even massaged my shoulders.”

Me: “What a fool. If I had a wife like you, I’d relax her body every weekend, no matter how busy I was.”

Gitika: [Sobbing emojis]

Me: “Don’t worry. Ask your husband for one—maybe he’ll finally do it.”

Then came the bombshell.

Gitika: “By any chance… do you give paid massages? I can pay any amount you want. My kids are at my in-laws’, and my husband is on a US trip for the next 45 days.”

Me: “I’ve never given paid massages before, but I’ll try. How much are you offering?”

Gitika: “1 lakh per session.”

I was shocked. 1 lakh for one session? I accepted instantly.

Gitika: “Awesome. Can we do it today?”

Me: “First, let’s confirm your identity.”

She video-called me from her balcony, wearing a maxi dress. A high-class beauty—pure white, like Tamannaah, with assets that drove me wild. I asked her to show her body, and she turned to the mirror. Her boobs were the craziest part of her, and her ass was a standout.

I deliberately made her wait. “I’m not available for the next seven days,” I said.

She went mad. “Please, can we do it today or tomorrow?”

I stuck to my plan. “Let’s fix it for next Friday evening.”

She agreed.

In the meantime, I told her to get jasmine oil and candles for the session. I also said, “Don’t masturbate—you’ll lose interest in the massage.” (Total lie—I just wanted her to crave it even more.)

The Day Arrives

She sent me her location beforehand—a posh Gurgaon society, just 10 minutes from my place. I arrived at 4 PM. She opened the door in a white T-shirt and tight jeans, her thighs practically inviting me to devour them.

“Hi,” I said. She hugged me, thanking me for coming, and led me inside. A lavish 5 BHK duplex—she’d even given the servants a holiday. We sipped coffee and talked about life.

“You told me you’re 25?” she asked.

“Post-COVID, I put on some weight. Had it twice, so I’m cutting down now,” I replied.

“But you’re hot. I like you,” she said.

Then I asked, “Can I tell you something?”

“What?”

“Your husband is an idiot. I’d never leave a wife like you unsatisfied.”

She cried again. I consoled her. “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

We moved to the bedroom, where she’d set up a yoga mat and two white blankets. I dimmed the lights, lit candles, and created a setup to die for.

“Remove your clothes,” I said.

She took off her tight T-shirt—her boobs were begging to pop out of that bra. A Victoria’s Secret grey bra, hugging her curves perfectly. Then came the jeans—that ass was something else. I wanted to eat it right then.

When she went to remove her bra, I stopped her. “Keep it on for now. Remove it once you’re comfortable.” (Later, she admitted she wanted sex in the name of a massage.)

I told her to lie on her belly and started the massage—the exact thumb-and-index technique from my story.

“Vicky, your fingers are magic,” she moaned. “Please start the oil massage.”

I worked on her lower back, and she whispered, “Remove my bra. Do it freely—I trust you.”

I unhooked it in one swift move.

“Wow, experienced guy!” she teased.

I massaged her entire back, then removed her panties. The scent of her wet pussy hit me—a musky, intoxicating aroma. I sniffed her panties before setting them aside.

I worked on her feet, calves, and thighs for 6-8 minutes, her moans growing louder. My fingers brushed against her pussy occasionally—just teasing. I know she is getting mad.

Then I told her to turn over. Her face was flushed red.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Nothing… It’s a heavenly feeling,” she gasped.

I massaged her neck (my favourite part), shoulders, and then her boobs—clockwise, then anticlockwise. Her nipples hardened instantly. I pulled and twisted them, her moans turning into shouts of pleasure.

I moved to her belly, then her feet—she looked disappointed because I didn’t go to her pussy.

“Close your eyes. Just enjoy,” I said.

After five more minutes, I reached her lower abdomen. She was screaming now, not just moaning. My fingers grazed her pussy lips—soaking wet. I slid one finger inside, then two. She loved it. Then I massaged her clitoris as she arched her back, begging for more.

After five minutes of this, she pulled me close, lowered my shorts, and took my 6-inch dick out and hard massaged it for 2 minutes.

“I want to blow you,” she said.

“Let’s do 69 position,” I suggested.

We switched positions—I ate her pussy while she deep-throated me. After 10 minutes, I flipped her into missionary, and I started teasing my dick around her pussy.

Gitika: “Please fuck me, I beg you.”

Me: “No.”

Gitika: “Please, I can’t control anymore. Completing this line, she took my dick inside her wet pussy.”

It’s tight; it’s been more than 8 months since she had sex. She is enjoying every moment. She is scratching my back and shouting, and it’s becoming too wild.

She cum three times in an hour. We collapsed, sweaty and spent. She wiped my forehead like a baby, and we rested for 15 minutes.

Then came the shower sex—standing, against the wall. I inserted from the back. She blew me again in the shower, and I ate her pussy and ass in the shower.

Gitika begged me to stay for 15 days. I stayed for a week, and she enjoyed every second of it. She paid me a hefty amount in black cash (I won’t disclose the figure, but money wasn’t the main thing).

She introduced me to a few of her friends for a massage, which also took a different turn. In the next stories

Gitika deserved this. Her husband earns money but doesn’t satisfy her—that’s not her fault. Life’s short—you can’t enjoy sex after 40-45, so why deny herself? I don’t think she cheated—her husband failed her. I felt that I supported her. What do you guys feel

Reachable at [email protected] for comments/thoughts. No time-wasters, please. Any woman from Mumbai who wants to spend some quality time with me, drop me an email. We will fix a catch-up.

My last story was very popular. Many people emailed me that I should share my whole story. So here is the start of my journey.

It’s been a month since I was on the casting couch. I got a call from gangbang studio. They want to book me for their video. I called them and we talked for 10 minutes about the deal, what I will be doing there, and what the terms of the contract are.

I tell them I am not sure I want to work on this project. I will call them in a few minutes. I was unsure at that time, as this was going to be my first gangbang shoot. I am going to fuck so many guys and in front of so many people. But the money they are offering was huge, and I could not resist that.

I called them after 1 hour, and they were glad to hear me agree to their terms. The manager tells me that this project is a bit rough and we have to do a lot of things. I said okay because I already have an idea about what’s going to happen. He told me to come to their office next week for a discussion.

The plot of the video will be explained to me. And I agree to this. It’s the day I have to go to their office. I dress up in jeans and a top with some makeup and a bit of eyeliner. And then I left for their office.

The office was a big room with a big round table and 3 people already seated there. When they saw me, they stood up and said, “Hi, and please have a seat.” They introduced themselves as the director and two writers, and they told me about the plot.

They said it’s based on a bratty rich girl whose dad is not treating them well. And all his colleagues want revenge. So, they decided to fuck his daughter in a rough way so that she could teach her dad some manners. So, the story is a hardcore rough gang bang where I am fucked by 6 guys.

I said okay with that because I had already agreed to this, and the money was worth it. Then the director asks me for my consent. I am ready for what’s about to happen, and I am completely ready. So, we sign the contract, and I give them 10% of my total pay because that’s their charge.

So, the deal is done, and they told me to get ready for the shoot because it’s tomorrow. I said okay and left for my place. I have a meeting with the makeup team at 10:00 am tomorrow, so I can’t sleep much.

The next morning, I woke up around 8:00 am and dressed up in a black dress. It covered my breasts but left a lot of my thighs to show. I love to show my body in shorts dresses because my body is my only asset. I am a petite girl of 20 years old. My figure is 30-28-34 and I look great in short dresses and skirts.

I am an Indian girl; I have white skin with long black hair and big black eyes. I came here to Germany for studies, but now I am not studying anymore; I am into porn.

I meet the makeup team in a room that has a big mirror and a lot of makeup products. And they ask me what look I want today. I told them I want a bit bolder and naughtier. They do my makeup, put my hair up and put some lingerie under my dress.

The shoot is in a studio that looks like an office. They have a big table where all the guys are seated, and they look at me like they are waiting for me. So, I go to them and give them attitude. I tell them I don’t like the way my dad is treating them.

And they tell me that they know about this and they have a plan to teach him some manners. I told them I didn’t care, and I went away, but one guy stayed and asked me to come with him. He tells me that all of them want revenge on my dad. And they are going to do that by fucking me.

And I try to run from them, but he catches me and kisses me. He pulls my dress up and spanks my ass. And I say no, but he does it anyway. He pulls my panties down and takes out the biggest dildo I have ever seen. He inserts it in my pussy and starts fucking me.

I say no again, but he says you need to learn some manners. So, he asks other guys to join him, and they all come. 5 more guys surround me, and they are naked. And they start kissing me and sucking my boobs. I try to run again, but they are too strong and they hold me tight.

They make me kneel, and all of them stand around me in a circle. I start sucking them one by one while helping them with my hands. They are big white guys, and one of them has a WBC. And 3 of them have a big dick of 7 inches. They are manhandling me and not giving a damn about what I am saying.

They push my head back and forth on their dick, and some of them spank my ass or slap my boob. And I am doing what they want. I am sucking one of their dicks while jerking 2-3 of them. They keep switching between my mouth and hands.

I am breathing hard and sweating a bit. And my makeup is getting destroyed, but nobody cares about this. One of them put his dick in my pussy, and I feel so stretched. He is a big white guy, and I have never seen such a big dick in my life. He starts fucking me hard and fast, and he doesn’t care if I like it or not.

He fucks me like a whore, a slut that’s just lying there to be fucked. He slaps my ass hard and pulls my hair. And I moan loudly. After a few minutes, he tells me to suck his dick, and I start doing that. He pushes my head against his crotch, and I gag on his dick. And he doesn’t even care.

He is not the only one. All of them are fucking me like that. I am lying on my back, on my stomach, against the wall, and in all other positions. They are not giving me a second to rest, and I am breathing hard. One guy is fucking me from behind, and one guy is fucking my mouth.

And 4 of them are jerking off around me. One guy comes on my face and my breasts, and other guys do the same. They are covering my body with their cum. And the guy who was fucking me, he pulls out and cums on my pussy. And then all of them leave me there lying naked on the floor.

The director shouted cut and asked for a lunch break. We have another hour to shoot, and it’s going to be double penetrations and triple penetrations. I am happy that it’s just an hour more. And we have lunch in a nearby hotel.

After lunch, we come back to the studio. The director tells me that the next scene is going to be double penetrations and triple penetrations. I need to drink cum for bukkake at the end. I said okay with this because I know that’s what I signed up for. And they will pay me a lot for this.

The makeup team touches up my makeup a bit, and we start filming. This time, they are fucking me even harder. One of them is fucking my pussy while I am sucking his balls and licking his dick head. Another guy comes and puts a dick in my ass.

He stretches my ass hole with lube and a dildo. And then he puts his dick in there. I scream in pain because it hurts a lot. But he doesn’t care. And then comes a third guy, and he puts a dick in my pussy again. And I feel so full. All three of them started fucking me, and I screamed in pain again.

But they don’t care, and they keep fucking me. After a few minutes, I forget all the pain and I feel pleasure. They are taking turns fucking me in double penetrations and triple penetrations. I start rimming them after that. I love sucking and licking them.

I do my best, and I feel pleasure doing that. They tell me to get up and sit on two dick at once. And I do that. And it feels so amazing. Two of them start fucking my pussy and ass at the same time. I am on my fours, sucking another dick. I am so happy, and I don’t want this to stop.

One of them signals to go fast and hard. And they do that. They fuck me like they have not fucked a girl in years, and they are not going to leave any hole untouched. And I scream again, but this time it’s not pain, it’s pure pleasure. I feel my body is about to burst.

But I don’t know what’s going on with me. The pleasure I am feeling is beyond words. And I scream That’s it, I am going to cum. They tell me to come on their dick and they cum on my body. They cum in my pussy, ass, and mouth. And some of them cum on my breasts.

We shoot for the final scene. And in this scene, two guys are sleeping in scissors position and their dick are standing against each other. I sit on both of the dick at the same time. I feel so amazing, and I am in heaven. I suck the other dick while 2 of them are fucking my pussy.

They fuck me for the last time, and we shoot the final bukkake scene. They all cum on my face and breasts. And I open my mouth and drink their cum. The director says, “What a bukkake!” He tells me that I am going to be the next big porn star. And he is right.

They all leave me lying there covered in their cum. The director gives me my check, and I am out of there.

That’s it for today. Please let me know if you want to read more stories about my porn life. I am Kalyani, aka naughty Kalyani. And this story is based on my true experiences.

Let me know if you want more of these stories. This story is my imagination. Hopefully, I will fulfil my wishes one day. I am mostly busy, I can write many genres of stories, but I am getting busy a lot, as said, but I will try to reply to most of the emails. Thanks for all your love.

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It was at the time of COVID-2020 when my colleague Dhiraj and I were stuck in an awkward one-night arousal.

It was just before lockdown took place. Dhiraj (whom I had a secret crush on) was a tall, decent guy. We worked for the same company. I had been having hints that he was attracted to me. He used to ask me to drop me home, go to the movies, and sit with me at the office lunch. The good thing about him was that he was protective of me. He was 7 years older than me with proper biceps, six packs, because he was always in a suit (sales professional😄)

Just for fun, one day I did compliment him: “I wish I could see a guy dress up so proper every day,” and winked. My colleague said, “Well, you still can.”

That conversation echoed inside me the entire day. That particular weekend, we had a few meetings with a client and we had to meet the client at the site in a hotel: Ritz-Carlton (Bangalore).

He texted me, “Client meeting: join me at 2.30 pm?” I said okay.

He picked me up from the office. That day, I was wearing a proper formal skirt to the office, which was knee-length. As he changed the gear of the car, his fingers touched my skirt, and very politely he said, “Sorry.” It happened 3-4 times, and then I said, “Do you want me to move to the back seat?” To that, he replied, “No, sit with me and let’s talk about the client”.

We discussed at length. Then he asked me, “Do you have a boyfriend?” and I said no.

He asked again, “Did you ever have one?”

I denied again. He gave a cheeky smile. I understood what he was thinking.

Just as we reached the location, he said, “Well, I have a spare movie ticket. A friend of mine cancelled movie plans for tonight. Will you join?”

I didn’t think or ask which movie and what time. I just said, “Yes, with you, I can watch one.”

Our meeting with the client started. I was sitting just next to him, and in front of us were 3-4 people from the client side – all men and me a single lady. I felt the heat of the conversation (a fruitful one). I started feeling anxious and started shaking my legs. That was when Dhiraj grabbed my thighs and said, “Control.”

That grab sent chills across my body.

After our meeting, he took me for a coffee, and in the car, he asked me why I was so cold and shaking in my legs. I told him it was a very heated conversation, and I felt we might lose the client. He again pressed his hands on my thighs and said, “That’s part of work, don’t be nervous. Let’s have some coffee.” I couldn’t hear much after “coffee.” All I could feel were his warm hands on my thighs.

He was asking me for coffee and taking me to a bar and things changed. I was wearing a full sleeves shirt, a skirt, and a coat: I removed the coat, opened my hair and had a beer with him.

I asked him, “Why are you still single?”

He said, “Well, I don’t find anyone attractive and loyal to settle down in life.”

We were seated in a corner place. As I had unbuttoned my top button of the shirt, his eyes were glued to me. I snapped my fingers and said, “My eyes are up here.”

Without missing a beat, he said, “Only if I could grab those tightly busted boobs.”

I was shocked. I said, “Excuse me..”

He said, “I know you are attracted to me, so am I. This beer date, meeting, and movie night is just a way to lure you into my conversation and see if you like
me too.”

I had my mouth wide open, I said, “So you knew. Then let’s skip the movie and head home?”

All I wanted was his hands again on my legs or anywhere else on my body.

We paid the bill and headed to my home. Those 20 minutes of pure silence, and he stopped the car in front of Apollo Pharmacy. He said, “I need to quickly get something.”

I knew he would get a condom. I told him, “Please, no flavour.”

He smiled.

All the time he drove, he kept his gear hand on me and tried to play along. I never knew this would give me such arousal.

We stepped inside my house and he said, “Well, your house smells pretty just like you,” and dragged me from behind for a kiss. We kissed for a good 2 minutes. That was a mix of French and desperation.

As he started to push me to the bedroom, I told him, “Are you sure about this?” And he said, “I am so sure that you will always remember Dhiraj as the lustful guy in your life after tonight.”

Within seconds, he pushed me to bed. As I fell, he quickly grabbed my skirt and pulled it down. I was busy opening my shirt, and he said, “Let it be, I will open it.”

He started kissing and in between my thighs, he came up, kissed me in between my breasts, and squeezed one side. I tried to get a hold of my thoughts. I saw him pulling my panties down, and within seconds, his fingers were inside of me. Mind you, I was a virgin and these were very new to me and Dhiraj did not know this. I wanted to tell him, but I didn’t want to spoil the mood.

With every finger, he started kissing me and squeezing my boobs in one hand. I moaned and said, “More.”

He put two more fingers inside me, and I was completely wet (like I am now, thinking about it). I heard him say, “Naughty girl, you are wet so early.”

I thought I would be holding his penis and caressing it for a while, but no, he was in no patience for that. He pulled down his pants, and all I saw was a healthy penis with so many vein lines popping out and so hard. He pulled out a condom and put it. He came over me and whispered, “This is all I want whenever I see you in office.” And he slowly started to rub it on my stomach.

He didn’t wait or waste any more time, he slid the penis inside me and that feeling of me losing my virginity flashed in front. I was so tight. He looked at me and asked, “Is this your first time?” I, being so shy said, “Yes, I lost my virginity to you.”❣️

He went crazy. He pulled out his penis and made me change position. He allowed me to sit on him and pressed my boobs while he said, “You will remember this night forever.”

His words echoed me and I slid the penis into my tight vagina. I screamed out loud, and he enjoyed it too. He held on to me and asked me to slow down. I looked down and saw a drop of blood. He said, “Well, hello, you are no longer a virgin,” and took out the condom in no time, and made it memorable.

With every push, I felt a big jerk. His skin against my pussy was something I craved for since morning. I was hungry to taste him. I quickly changed my position to 69, and he said, “Look, someone is really needy.”

I choked him as I sat on his mouth and I started licking his dick. It was a huge dick. It filled my mouth and I started licking it and giving it all in. That was when he cummed in my mouth and all I heard was, “Sorry sorry.. I didn’t mean to..”

Part 2 coming soon.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Aaj mummy se baat naa kiye hue 3 din ho gaye the. Aaj bhi maine unse nazre nahi milayi thi. Main janta tha mummy ko kuch waqt jarur lagega. Magar woh mujhse baat karne khud aayengi.

Aur yahi hua college se aake main sidha aapne kamre mein chala gaya. Aur kapde utar ke beth gaya. Tabhi mummy khana leke mere kamre mein aa gayi. Aur woh mujhe dekhe ja rahi thi.

Mummy ko dekhkar mujhe andaza ho gaya tha ki ho sakta hai woh mujhse baat karne hi aayi hai. Fir mummy mere pass aayi. Aur mere khande par hath rakhkar boli.

Mummy – Beth beta mujhe kuch baat karni hai.

Mummy ki baat sunte hi main unke sath Beth gaya. Magar meri nazar abhi bhi neeche hi thi. Tabhi mummy ne mera muh upar kiya. Fir woh mujhe dekhte hue boli.

Mummy – Beta main janti hu. Us din jo hua woh galat hua. Aisa nahi hona chaahiye tha. Magar jis tarah tu chup ho gaya hai. Aur mujhse nazre chura hai. Woh dekhkar mujhe darr lag raha hai.

Main (hadbadte hue) – Mujhe maaf kar do mummy. Magar kis muh se aapse nazre milau. Jo kuch maine kiya woh bahut galat tha. Magar maine woh sab jaan ke nahi kiya tha. Woh sab us goli ki wajah se hua tha.

Jo maine khayi thi. Woh goli sir dard ki nahi thi mummy. Balki woh goli sex karne ki goli thi.

Jaise hi maine ye baat kahi tabhi mummy aankhe badi karke mujhe dekhne lagi. Unhe dekhkar saaf saaf pata chal raha tha ki mummy samajh gayi thi ki main us goli ke bare mein jaan gaya hu. Tabhi maine aapna mobile uthaya. Fir bola.

Main – Main jhoot nahi bol raha hu. Jis raat woh sab hua. Uske agle din mujhe khud par bahut gussa aa raha tha. Kyuki aaj se pehle mere sath aisa nahi hua tha. Isiliye maine internet par us goli ke baare dekha.

Aur tab mujhe us goli ke bare mein pata chala ki use khane se kisi bhi insan ka sex ka karne ka mann karta hai. Isliye us din main khud rok nahi pa raha tha.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Mera beta mujhse maafi maang raha tha. Aur woh ye bhi jaan gaya tha ki usne jo kiya. Woh us goli ki wajah se kiya tha. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha.

Ki main kya kahu. Mera beta roti hue shakal banaye mujhse maafi mang raha tha. Jabki uski koi galti bhi nahi thi.

Main – Mummy kya aap mujhse abhi bhi naraj ho?

Mummy – Nahi beta ab main tujhse naraj nahi hu. Main tujhse gussa jarur thi. Magar main janti hu. Mera beta jaankar aisa kabhi nahi karega.

Main – Ha mummy maine jaankar aisa nahi kiya tha. Bas maine galti se woh goli kha li thi. Isiliye woh sab ho gaya tha. Main janta hu mummy. Woh goli papa ki thi. Internet par padne ke baad mujhe pata chal gaya tha.

Ki ye goli woh khate hai. Jinko sugar ki bimari hoti hai. Isiliye us din aap aapne kamre mein yahi dekhne gayi thi. Aap samajh gayi thi ki maine galat goli kha li hai. isiliye aapne mujhe ye baat nahi batayi.

Aur us din mere itna galat karne par bhi aapne mujhe kuch kaha. Ulta aap meri madad kar rahi thi.

Aapne bete ki baat sunke main use dekhne lagi. Main soch rahi thi. Aapne bete se kaise baat karungi. Magar yaha to mera beta sab pehle hi jaan chuka tha. Aur woh ye bhi jaan gaya tha ki us din maine uski madad ki hai.

Mummy – Beta jo ho gaya so ho gaya. Ab uske bare mein koi baat nahi karenge. Bas is baat ka hamesha dhayan rakhna ki ye baat tere papa ko kabhi malum nahi chalni chahiye.

Main – Nahi chalegi mummy. Main ye baat papa ko kabhi pata nahi chalne dunga.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Aapni baat bolte hi maine mummy ka hath pakad liye. Aur bola.

Main – Mummy aap sach mein mujhse naraj to nahi ho naa.

Mummy – Nahi hu beta.

Aur ye baat sunte hi maine mummy ko gale laga liya. Aur gale lagte hi mummy ke bade bade dudh mere seene mein dabne lage. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Mummy ye 2 din jab aap mujhse baat nahi kar rahe the. To mera mann kar raha tha ki main kahi jaake mar jau.

Mummy – Beta tu pagal ho gaya hai kya? Aise baat kabhi sochna bhi mat. Chal ab khana kha le warna khana thanda ho jayega.

Main – Mummy aap bhi khana nikal lo. Aaj sath bethkar khana khate hai.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Aapne bete se baat karke pata chal raha tha ki mera beta ander se kitna sharminda mehsus kar raha tha. Magar mujhse baat karke ab woh theek lag raha tha. Mere bete aur mere beech ab sab sahi ho gaya tha.

Magar is bar jab mere bete ne mujhe gale lagaya. Tab mujhe usse bete se jayada ek mard ka ahsas mil raha tha. Uska lund underwear ke ander se mere pet par lag raha tha. Mujhe fir se wahi sab yaad aane laga tha.

Fir main aur mera beta khana khane lage. Fir main aapne kamre mein aa gayi. Aur letkar aapne bete ke bare mein sochne lagi. Main ye soch rahi thi ki jo hua woh galat tha. Magar ab sab sahi ho gaya hai.

Mere bete ne anjaane mein woh sab kiya tha. Magar tab main ye nahi janti thi ki ye sirf chudai ki shuruwat thi. Aage abhi bahut kuch hona tha. Mere dimag mein abhi bhi wahi sab ghum raha tha.

Mera beta us goli ke bare sab jaan gaya tha. Aur ye bhi jaan gaya tha ki ye goli uske papa khate hai. To kya mera beta ye bhi jaan gaya tha ki us raat sirf usne hi nahi, balki maine bhi uske lund ka sukh uthaya hai.

Bar bar yahi sawal mere mann mein aa raha tha. Main yahi soch rahi thi ki kya mera beta bhi mere bare mein yahi sab soch raha hoga. Yahi sab sochte sochte main so gayi. Fir shaam ko hum maa bete ne chai sath mein pi.

Hamare beech jayada baat to nahi ho rahi thi. Magar ab hum dono ek dusre se nazre nahi chure rahe the. Fir main raat ka khana banane lagi. Aur mera beta rasoi mein aaya. Aur usne mujhe peeche se pakad liya. Jaise woh pehle kara karta tha. Aur bola.

Main – Kya bana rahi ho mummy?

Mummy – Daal chawal aur aloo ki sabji bana rahi hu.

Mera beta mujhe pakad ke khada hua tha. Mujhe uske lund ka ahsas aapni gaand par ho raha tha. Aapne bete se mujhe bete ki kam, balki ek mard ka ahsas jayada mil raha tha. Aaj pehli bar mujhe aapne bete par shak ho raha tha.

Ki kahi mera beta jaankar to aapna lund meri gaand par nahi laga raha hai. Us raat ki chudai ne meri soch ko puri tarah badal diya tha. Main naa chahte hue bhi aapne bete ko shak ki nazar se dekh rahi thi.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Main mummy ko peeche se pakad ke khada hua tha. Aapna lund unki gaand par laga raha tha. Aur lund ka ahsas milte hi kuch hi der mein mummy ne mujhe hata diya. Magar kuch der tak woh bhi mere lund ka ahsas le rahi thi.

Mummy ko dekhkar lag raha tha. Us chudai ne mummy ko puri tarah badal diya tha. Main bhi yahi chahta tha. Fir agle din jab mummy mujhe uthane aayi. Tab bhi maine unhe aapna lund dikhaya.

Aur unhone bhi aache se mere lund ko dekha. Fir woh mujhe uthane lagi.

Mummy – Uth jaa beta, college nahi jana kya?

Mummy ki baat sunke bhi main utha nahi, main waise hi leta raha.Tabhi mummy fir boli.

Mummy – Kya hua beta? Neend puri nahi hui kya?

Main – Ha mummy us din ke baad se mujhe sahi se neend nahi aa rahi hai. Kal bhi main 3 baje soya hu.

Jaise hi maine us din ki baat kahi. Mummy hairan bhari nazro se mujhe dekhne lagi.

Mummy – Teri tabiyat to theek hai naa beta.

Main – Ha mummy tabiyat to theek hai. Bas aaj kal neend nahi aa rahi hai. Mummy kahi us goli ki wajah se to aisa nahi ho raha hai.

Mummy – Nahi nahi beta, aisa kabhi kabhi ho jata hai. Kai bar sahi se neend nahi aati hai.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Mere bete aur mere beech sab sahi to ho gaya tha. Magar mujhe abhi bhi wahi sab dikh raha tha. Harr raat mujhe mera beta meri chut aur gaand chaat ta hua dikhta tha.

Aur ye baat sochte hi meri chut pani pani hone lagti thi. Jiske chalte mujhe sahi se neend nahi aa rahi thi. Aaj mera beta bhi yahi bata raha tha ki use bhi us raat ke baad se sahi se neend nahi aa rahi hai.

Mere bete ko lag raha tha ki aisa us goli ki wajah se to nahi ho raha tha. Magar maine use mana kar diya tha. Magar uski yahi baat sunke main soch mein pad gayi ki kahi mera beta bhi to wahi sab nahi soch raha hai.

Jo mere mann mein chal raha hai. Us din mera beta tayar hoke college chala gaya. Magar uski baat mere dimag mein ghum rahi thi. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki main kaise pata lagau ki mere bete ke mann mein kya chal raha hai.

Mere bete aur mere beech sab badal chuka tha. Ab mera beta jab bhi mujhe peeche se pakadta tha. To mujhe uska lund aapni gaand par mehsus hota tha. Mujhe aisa lagta tha. Jaise woh jaankar aapna lund meri gaand par laga raha hai.

Isiliye main use jaldi se hata deti thi. Magar uske lund ka ahsas mujhe us raat ki yaad dila deta tha. Aur mere ander ki icchaye fir se aapna sir uthane lagti thi. Harr subha main aapne bete ka khada lund dekhti thi.

Jab bhi mera beta mujhe peeche se pakadta tha. To uska lund meri gaand par lagta tha. Aur isiliye hamare beech sab theek hone ke baad bhi mere dimag aapne bete ka lund hi ghumta rehta tha. Aur harr raat main aapne bete ke bare mein hi sochti rehti thi.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Maine mummy ko bata diya tha ki mujhe sahi se neend nahi aa rahi hai. Aur meri baat sunke mummy bhi soch mein pad gayi thi. Main janta tha mummy meri ki chudai ko itni asani se nahi bholi hogi.

Aur yahi main chahta tha. Agle 3 din bhi maine wahi sab kiya. Maine mummy ko aapna lund dikhaya aur unki gaand par bhi aapna lund lagaya. Main unhe yahi dikha raha tha ki meri neend puri nahi ho rahi hai.

Fir woh din aaya. Jis din main fir se mummy se baat karne wala tha. Woh saturday ka din hi tha. Aaj mummy ki chudai kiye 1 hafta ho gaya tha. Aur yahi din mere liye sabse aacha tha.

Kyuki aaj papa bahar rehne wale the. Mujhe unka koi darr nahi tha. Mummy ko dekhkar mujhe andaza ho gaya tha ki lund to unki chut ko bhi chahiye tha. Isiliye harr roj woh mere lund ko dekh rahi thi.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Aaj mere bete aur mere beech hui chudai ko 1 hafta ho gaya tha. Aaj saturday ke din hi woh sab hua tha. Aur is 1 hafte mein aisa ek din bhi nahi tha. Jab mujhe mere bete ke lund ki yaad naa aayi ho.

Is pure hafte mein kai bar maine aapne bete ke lund ko yaad kiya tha. Aur uske lund ka khayal aate hi meri chut geeli hone lagti thi. Magar tab main ye nahi janti thi ki aaj hi raat mujhe fir se aapne bete ke lund ka sukh milne wala tha.

Aaj ka pura din normal din ki tarah nikal gaya. Aaj bhi mere bete ne wahi sab harkate ki, aur aisa lagne laga tha. Jaise ye sab ab hamare beech normal ho gaya hai.

Fir raat ka khana khake mera beta aapne kamre mein chala gaya. Main rasoi mein kaam karne lagi. Kaam khatam karke main bhi aapne kamre mein aa gayi. Aur letkar mobile chalane lagi.

Bed par let te hi mujhe mere bete ka lund yaad aane laga. Kyuki aaj hi ke din usne meri aise chudai ki thi. Jise main bhool nahi pa rahi thi. Main leti leti mobile chala rahi thi. Magar mere dimag mein mere bete ka khayal chal raha tha.

Raat ke sade 10 baj rahe the. Tabhi mera beta kacche aur baniyan mein mere kamre mein aa gaya. Aapne bete ko dekhe hi main uth ke beth gayi. Aur meri nazar sidhe uske kacche par gayi.

Jaha uska lund tambu banke khada hua tha. Aapne bete ka lund dekhkar. Mujhe fir se wahi raat yaad aane lagi. Us din bhi uska lund aise hi khada hua tha. Aur iktefaaq ki baat ye thi ki aaj bhi wahi din tha. Fir main boli.

Mummy – Tu soya nahi abhi tak.

Main – Nahi mummy neend nahi aa rahi thi. Aapse kuch baat bhi karni thi. Kyuki agar maine aaj ye baat nahi kari. To main pagal ho jaunga.

Mummy – Aisi kya baat hai beta?

Main – Mummy pehle aap meri kasam khao ki aap mujhse jhoot nahi bologi.

Mummy – Aise konsi baat hai beta. Jiske liye tu mujhse kasam khila raha hai.

Kahani bete ji jubani – Aaj main puri tayari se mummy ke pass gaya tha. Aur jis tarah woh mere lund ko dekh rahi thi. Usse pata chal raha tha ki woh bhi mere lund ke bare mein soch hai. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Mummy main chahta hu. Ye baat bhi us raat wali baat ki tarah hum dono ke beech rahe. Bas isiliye aapse kasam khane ke liye bol raha hu.

Mummy – Ha ha teri kasam, ab bata baat kya hai?

Main – Mummy main us raat ko bhula nahi pa raha hu. Jis raat hamare beech woh sab hua tha. Harr raat mujhe wahi sab dikhta hai. Jiske karan main so nahi pa raha hu. Aur ab bina goli ke mera ye khada ho jata hai. Jiski wajah se harr raat ismein dard hone lagta hai.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy ki aankhe badi ho gayi. Aur woh mujhe aur mere kacche ko dekhne lagi. Jaha mera lund khada hua tha. Aur jhatke maar raha tha. Main nazre neeche karke beth gaya.

Aur kamre mein shanti cha gayi. Kuch der hum dono shaant rahe.

Main – Mummy main kya karu, mujhe samajh nahi aa raha hai. Main janta hu aisa sochna galat hai. Magar fir bhi main aapke bare mein sochne se khud ko rok nahi pa raha hu.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Jo main soch rahi thi. Aaj wahi ho raha tha. Mera beta bhi itne din se wahi sab soch raha tha. Jo main soch rahi thi. Hum dono hi jante the. Ye galat hai magar fir bhi hum dono aisa soch rahe the. Aapne bete ki baat sunke main boli.

Mummy – Beta jo hamare beech hua hai woh galat tha. Main janti hu. Use bhoolna asan nahi hai. Magar hame woh sab bhoolna hoga.

Main – Mummy kya aapko bhi woh sab dikhayi deta hai?

Jaise hi mere bete ne ye baat kahi. Tabhi main chup ho gayi. Aur dusri taraf dekhne lagi. Tabhi mere bete ne meri jaangh par hath rakh diya. Aur bola.

Main – Mummy main dekh sakta hu. Aap bhi us din ke baad se sahi se soyi nahi hai. Main janta hu. Aapko bhi wahi sab dikhayi deta hai.

Mummy – Beta hamare beech jo sab hua hai. Use bhoolna asan nahi hai. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki hamare beech aisa kuch ho sakta hai.

Main – Mummy bhoolna to main bhi chahta hu. Maine koshish bhi ki thi. Magar main cha kar bhi woh sab bhool nahi pa raha hu. Us raat hamare beech jo hua. Woh us goli ki wajah hua. Magar jis tarah aap meri madad kar thi. Use dekhkar main samajh gaya tha ki aapko bhi us sab ki jarurat thi.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Meri baat sunte hi mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Kyuki maine unki kamjori par hath rakh diya tha. Fir woh boli.

Mummy – Ye kya keh kar raha tu?

Main – Mummy us din main to goli ki wajah se waisa kar raha tha. Magar maine dekha tha. Shuru mein aap mujhe mana kar rahi thi. Magar kuch der baad hi aap aaram se leti hui thi.

Aapke muh se jo kamuk awaaj nikal rahi thi. Use sun ke main samajh gaya tha ki aapko bhi mera waisa karna aacha lag raha tha. Isiliye aap neeche se geeli ho rahi thi.

Mummy ne ye baat sunte hi jor ka thappad mere gaal par maar diya. Jisse kamre mein kuch der ke liye shanti cha gayi. Mummy mujhe hi dekh rahi thi. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Mummy ye thappad aapne mujhe isiliye nahi mara. Kyuki main galat bol raha hu. Balki isliye mara hai. Kyuki main sach bol raha hu. Aur ye baat aap bhi jante ho. Aur agar aisa nahi hai. To aap khao meri kasam.

Maine mummy ka hath pakad ke aapne sir par rakh diya. Aur unhone turant aapna hath hata liya.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Aapne bete ki baat sunke main hairan ho gayi thi. Kyuki mera beta janta tha ki us raat sirf usne hi nahi, balki maine bhi aapni jismani jarurato ko pura kiya tha.

Aur ab woh ye baat mere muh se sunna chahta tha. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki main use kya bolu.

Main – Mummy main janta hu aap meri kasam nahi khaoge. Kyuki aap jante ho main sach bol raha hu. Us raat aapko waise dekhkar main samjh gaya tha ki aapki bhi jismani jarurat puri nahi hoti hai.

Kyuki papa ko sugar ki bimari hai. Jiske chalte woh aapko ye sukh nahi de paate hai. Isiliye woh ye goli khate hai.

Mera beta jo jo baat bol raha tha. Woh sab sahi thi. Main aapne pati se santusht nahi thi. Aur woh ye baat jaan gaya tha. Fir main aapne bete ki baat sunke boli.

Mummy – Bas chup ho ja beta, chup ho ja. Bhagwan ke liye aise baate mat kar. Us raat jo hua woh ek galti thi. To ab aise baate mat kar. Aur woh sab bhool jaa.

Main – Mummy us raat jo hua woh galat jarur tha. Magar us raat jo sukoon aapke chere par tha. Waise sukoon maine aaj tak aapke chere par nahi dekha. Main janta hu. Woh sukoon isiliye aapke chere par tha.

Kyuki bahut waqt ke baad aapko jismani santushti mili thi. Isiliye aaj bhi aap us raat ko bhool nahi pa rahi hai. Jab bhi aap mujhe dekti hai. To aapki nazar mere lund par hoti hai.

Aaj mera beta mujhe mere hi dil ka haal bata raha tha. Ye woh baate thi. Jo main janti to jarur thi. Magar main manna nahi chahti thi. Aur naa hi kisi ko batana chahti thi. Mera beta ye bhi janta tha ki main uske lund ko dekhti hu.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Meri baat sunke mummy ek dum se shaant ho gayi thi. Kyuki woh samajh gayi thi ki main unke bare mein sab jaan gaya hu.

Main – Mummy jo haal aapka hai. Wahi haal mera hai. Us raat ke baad se main sirf aapke bare mein soch raha hu. Maine khud ko kai bar samjhya ki ye sahi nahi hai. Magar uske baad bhi main khud ko rok nahi pa raha hu. Aur ab bina goli khaye mera ye haal ho jata hai.

Aapni baat bolte hi maine aapna kaccha neeche kar diya. Aur kacche ke neeche hote hi mera lund uchal ke bahar aa gaya. Mummy mere lund ko dekhne lagi. Mere lund ko dekhte hi unki aankhe badi hi gayi thi. Fir woh boli.

Mummy – Ye kya kar raha hai Tu? Ander kar ise.

Main – Mummy mera ye haal sirf aapko dekhne ki wajah se hota hai. Main us raat ko bhula nahi pa raha hu. Main janta hu. Aap bhi us raat ko bula nahi pa rahi ho. Isiliye harr subha aap mere lund ko ghur ghur ke dekhte ho. Jaise aap abhi dekh rahe ho.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Mere bete ka haal bhi meri tarah tha. Bas farak itna sa tha ki main usse sab chupa rahi thi. Aur woh khul ke mujhe aapne dil ki baat bata raha tha. Isiliye woh bina kisi sharam ke mere samne aapna lund bahar nikale khada tha.

Aaj pure 1 hafte baad main fir se uska lund samne se dekh rahi thi. Jise dekhte hi us raat ka harr pal meri aankho ke samne aane laga. Fir mere bete ne mera hath pakda.

Aur use aapne lund par rakh diya. Aapne bete ke lund par hath lagte hi ek bijli mere ander daud gayi. Tabhi main boli.

Mummy – Beta tu samajhta kyu nahi hai. Ye sab sahi nahi hai.

Main – Mummy main janta hu ye sab sahi nahi hai. Magar bas aap ek bar meri kasam kha ke ye bol do ki kya aapka mann nahi karta? Ki aap fir se us sukh ko mehsus kare?

Mere bete ne fir se mera hath aapne sir par rakh diya. Maine turant aapna hath hata liya. Kyuki woh sahi keh raha tha. Us raat ke baad se main harr din yahi sab sochti rehti thi. Aur mera beta meri ander ki halat samajh chuka tha. Tabhi woh fir bola.

Main – Batao naa mummy, kya aapka mann nahi karta?

Mummy – Karta hai.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Mummy ke muh se ye baat sunne ke baad main ye samjh gaya tha ki mann to unka bhi ho raha hai. Bas woh khud ko rok rahi hai. Fir main bola.

Main – Mummy agar aapka bhi mann woh sab karne ka karta hai. To kya hum dono ek dusre ki madad nahi kar sakte.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy chock gayi. Aur unhone aapna hath mere hath se chhudwa liya.

Mummy – Ye kya keh kar raha hai? Tu hosh mein to hai. Main teri maa hu. Koi aapni maa se aise baat karta hai kya?

Main – Mummy maa hone sath sath aap ek aurat bhi ho. Jiska khus rehna ka pura hakk hai. Isiliye us raat aap bhi khud ko rok nahi payi. Kyuki harr aurat ki tarah aapke ander bhi us sukh ko paane ko iccha hai.

Aur ab bhi aapke ander ki aurat us sukh ko mehsus karna chahti hai. Isiliye 1 hafta hone baad bhi aap woh sab bhool nahi pa rahe ho.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy chup ho gayi. Tabhi maine mummy ke dono dudh pakad liye. Aur unhe dabate hue bola.

Main – Mummy kya aap mujhe pyaar nahi karte ho?

Mummy – Karti hu beta, magar maa bete ke beech ye sab hona galat hai. Agar kisi ko pata chal gaya. To sab barbaad ho jayega.

Main – Mummy hamare beech woh sab hue aaj 1 hafta ho chuka hai. Aur abhi tak kisi ko kuch pata nahi chala hai. Magar jab se hamare beech woh sab hua hai. Tab se leke aaj tak naa aap chain se so paye ho naa hi main.

Main janta hu mummy hum dono hi ye chahte hai. To kya naa hum dono ek dusre ki madad nahi kar sakte.

Continued after part 3, where P had asked me to take her on a full-day trip as a gift for her.

Since I wanted to make it special, I had started doing my research on the possible locations where we could go. Talking to her, I came to know that she loved a small hill station close by and always enjoyed walking to the waterfalls there.

I had mapped out the drive to beautiful, scenic, and picturesque locations where we could sit and chat.

I also booked a room at a resort close by as a backup, but thought we would not be using the room, as we would be on the road and doing some trekking to the waterfalls.

I had pretty much made all the preparations. We decided on a place to meet on Monday morning at around 7.30 am, as it would take about 2 hrs to drive to the location.

Sunday night, I was anxious. I don’t want any unforeseen work to come up to ruin my plans.

On Monday morning, I was at the designated location by 7.15 am. I was looking around every few seconds to see where she was and if she had arrived. 10 minutes later, I heard a knock on the passenger side window. I was mesmerised by what I saw.

She was standing there with her hair open and wearing an orange top and a matching skirt with block print on it, which came down to her ankles. The dress really accentuated her fair skin, and she looked heavenly in that early morning light.

She sat down on the passenger seat, and we exchanged normal greetings, and we were off. I started driving towards the destination. There was some early morning traffic in the city, but once we hit the highway, it was smooth sailing.

We were talking about some random stuff, holding hands. She rested her head on my shoulder.

The traffic became less and less, and the drive became more beautiful, with green trees on both sides of the road and green fields extending further.

Less to no traffic gave us the freedom to become a little more open and intimate. Sometimes she would kiss me on the cheek and sometimes give a small bite on my arm. I would kiss her forehead, pat her cheek and give a small peck on her lips.

She slowly removed her hand from my hand and placed it on my thigh. I looked at her, and she had this mischievous look in her eyes. She slowly started making circles on my thigh and started slowly moving upwards.

I was getting excited, and she could see that. She slowly moved her hand onto my chest and into my shirt. My chest is a little hairy, and she started playing with them, twirling them, pulling on them a little, massaging my chest till she hit my nipple, and gave it a flick. This gave me goosebumps.

She saw the reaction and took the nipple between her fingers and gave it a light squeeze. I had never felt something like this; it was a new feeling. She started rolling it lightly between her fingers. It was getting a little tough for me to concentrate.

I took her hand out of my shirt, gave a kiss on the back of her hand and continued to hold it. She again took her hand away and placed it on my groin region, and started slowly squeezing me. It was obviously hard, and she continued to massage me over my trousers.

I looked at her and said, “Stop it. I am driving and I need to concentrate.”

She replied, “Drive. I am not doing anything.” While saying this, she slowly moved her hand to the top of my trousers and started to move it in. Her hand was small and a little cold, or I was a little hot. But that made me jerk a little and say, “Stop.”

But she persisted and moved her hand inside and caught hold of me. “Why are you so hot?” she asked cheekily.

I couldn’t say much for a few seconds, as the feel of her hand around me was making the blood rush away from my brain. I held her hand and brought it out, saying, ‘Not now. I have to focus, and you are making it hard for me to focus, and also for me.”

Then I said, “Let’s see how you like it.” Saying this, I put my hand on her thigh and started moving it up and down. She had thick thighs, and there was a lot for me to grab there. I started squeezing her thigh. She tried to put her hand back on my groin, and I gave her a pinch, which made her jump and take her hand away.

Then I slowly started moving my hand up and down on her thigh, and while doing so, I was also pulling her skirt up. I could slowly see her skin appearing; it was fair. I slowly moved my hand onto her skin, and it felt smooth. My hand was warmer than her skin.

I started giving her small tickles on her thigh, and I could feel small bumps forming on her skin. I gave a quick look and I could see the goosebumps.

I slowly moved my hand inside her skirt from the bottom and guided my hand on her smooth skin further up. P pushed her skirt down to cover her legs, but did not restrict my hand. As I moved my hand, my fingers touched the cloth of her panties.

I moved my hand over her panties, and I could feel that it was a little warm. I slowly moved my hand further in between her thighs, and I could feel a little wetness on her panties.

I moved her panties to the side and moved my hand inside. She was clean-shaven. The skin there felt softer. As I put a little pressure, she opened her thighs a little to give me more access.

At that time, I turned my head to look at her. Her head was turned away from me, but I could see her reflection in the window. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was a little open. She was breathing through her mouth and taking small gulps in between.

I extended my fingers a little further, and I could feel the crevice between her two lips. I traced my finger slowly over the crevice from top to bottom and back a couple of times. I could feel the heat from her, and also her wetness a little.

I pushed one finger between her lips, and I could feel her labia, and it was wetter. I brought my finger up along the line of the labia, and I could feel the bump of her clitoris. As soon as I touched it, she sighed and arched herself a little.

Her hands were holding onto the sides of the seat. Her breathing was becoming harder, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

I slowed down a little and pulled the car over to the side, as I wanted to focus more on her now. And so, I started to rub her clitoris slowly. While doing that, I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck. And slowly moved my lips up her neck till her ear.

I continued to play with her clit and started sucking on her ear. After a few seconds, she gave a small shudder, took a deep breath and stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Then her breath slowly came back to normal. I moved my finger from her clit, moved it down, and pushed it into her vagina. It went in easily, and I was surprised by her wetness. I knew she would be wet, but maybe it was just me; she felt wetter.

I pulled my finger out of her and out of her skirt. I could see a small drip slowly flowing down. She opened her eyes and looked a little flustered. She saw my finger and reached for the tissue on the dashboard to clean it.

Before she could do that, keeping eye contact with her, I put it in my mouth. It was the first time that I was tasting her. She tasted a little salty, but I liked it.

She was a little surprised by this action as she had not expected that. As soon as I took my finger out of my mouth, she pulled my hand towards her and put my finger in her mouth. I smiled and said, “There is nothing there to taste now. Maybe next time I will let you taste yourself first.”

She seemed happy. I gave her a small kiss, pulled the car onto the road, and started to drive towards our destination, which was about 30 minutes away.

Nothing much happened the rest of the drive. We talked, sang some songs and just drove, enjoying the beauty around us. And I thought to myself, “It’s a good start to the trip, and I hope it only gets better.”

To be continued in the next part. Do let me know your thoughts. Signing off for now and hope to be back soon with the next part.

Hi all, this will be my first ISS story.

My name is Kabir. I am 25 years old; I love writing stories and I live in Ahmedabad, Gujarat. I am dominant by nature and a lover of BDSM. So, it is quite hard to find partners who can match my kink and the level of horniness that I have. But little did I know, soon it was all going to change.

The story is from last year, 2024, when everything was good, but I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time. All I had were my hand and a couple of roleplaying online partners on Instagram.

There was this particular fitness influencer. Let’s call her Ishita (name changed), who was a good friend of one of my friends. But I never met her. But she was damn hot. Her stats were 34-24-34 with a 34B bra size, and her ass — I can’t tell you how crazy I was about her ass. I used to masturbate while watching her fitness videos, especially the ones where she was squatting.

But my luck changed one fine morning in April.

When I was heading out for my daily run, I noticed that a car was parked below my building, and a girl was bending down to pick up her boxes. I started ogling at her ass, completely transfixed, and didn’t notice when she got up and looked at me with a sly smile on her face. When I came to my senses, I realized that it was Ishita.

Me: Hey, I’m Kabir. Are you new to the society?

Ishita: Yeah, I just arrived.

Me: Yeah, I can see that. (Jokingly pointing to the boxes) What’s your name?

Ishita: I’m Ishita.

Me: I was just on my way for my daily run. Do you want some help with the boxes? I can’t let my new neighbor not feel our hospitality. 😉

Ishita: Oh no, no… I got it. You can carry on.

I asked her which flat she was moving into, and all the dirty thoughts popped up in my head when she said that she was moving on the same floor as mine. I HAD to seduce her and get her into my bedroom.

At that point, I think my mind must have blanked, as my throbbing dick was in complete control of my thoughts.

She was wearing black pajamas and a white tank top in the morning, with her pink bra strap visible on her right shoulder. The pink bra was faintly visible through her tank top.

And I think she noticed that I was staring at her tits unabashedly because she immediately turned away and started picking up the box.

The next morning, I woke up with a hard-on, and all I could think about was the gorgeous girl who was living next door. Her small, supple tits in that white tank top and that pink bra.

I immediately pulled up her Insta page and rubbed one out while watching her workout videos.

I met her in the elevator that morning while I was going to get some milk.

Me: Ohh… hi Ishita. Where are you off to?

Ishita: Hey Kabir… I’m just going to do a morning workout.

Me: You know… I couldn’t help but notice… but I think I’ve seen you somewhere before. Do you have an Insta page?

Ishita: Ohh… yes, I do. I didn’t think you’d know about me.

Me: Who wouldn’t know about you? You have almost 200k followers. Plus, your workout routines have helped ME out a lot in my morning routine. 😉

She was surprised that I was following her. But I think she realized the flirty banter.

Ishita: Oh really… it has? Well, I’m glad the videos are helping to reduce the stress levels of good people. 😉

Me: Definitely, I’m sure you’re doing god’s honest work. 😉

Me: You know what? Do you mind if I invite you to go for a run in the morning with me?

Ishita: With you? Yeah sure… it’ll be fun. Anyway, there aren’t many people my age in this society. ☹️

Since then, we started going for a run every morning. And slowly, I built a friendship with her. Flirting with her, touching her elbows, and slowly asking her out in the evening for a cup of coffee.

I started asking personal questions later on, about her past relationship, her likes and dislikes in guys.

After two months of getting to know her and flirting with her over text, one fine evening, I knocked on her door. She opened the door with the same white tank top, but with a black bra this time, and cute brown shorts that made me eye her milky white thighs.

Me: Hey Ishita, I made some pasta for dinner… and I was thinking of ordering pizza. Do you want to join me? Maybe we can watch a movie together?

Ishita: Oh yeah, sure. I just came home from the office, and I am in no mood to cook anything at all. You actually came at the right moment. Let me just freshen up a bit.

Me: Sure, I’ll order the pizza then, and put on the AC.

Not gonna lie, my heart was pounding a bit. This was the perfect chance to make a move.

I put on the AC and put up a romantic movie on my TV in the living room and got a blanket. I lit up the room with candles and put on some really aromatic incense sticks.

She rang the bell, and I opened and let her in. She was wearing the same outfit with her hair tied up in a messy bun.

Ishita: Oh damn, Kabir! You know how to light up the room for a girl.

Kabir: What can I say? A girl like you should be treated right every night, right?

Ishita: Let’s see what else the night entails. 😉

Kabir: Haha… let me get the pasta. The pizzas are on their way.

After having our dinner, I poured her a glass of Coke and put on the movie.

The room was chilled enough that she asked for the blanket. And I said that I only have one blanket right now. She said, “Share kar lete hain… usme kya?”

She came close to me, and I pulled the blanket over both of us. We were watching the movie, and I kept looking at her.

I think she knew what I was doing because later on, she put her head on my shoulder. That gave me a confidence boost, and I put my hand on her thighs inside the blanket. And she kept her hand on top of mine. I started rubbing her thighs with my thumb.

Ishita: Kabir, what’s happening in the movie?

Me: I’m not sure… I am not paying attention much. My mind is quite distracted right now.

Ishita: Achaa? Aur kaha hain tumhara mind?

Me: Jahan hona chahiye… vahan he hain. 😉

Ishita: Acha?

She chuckled a bit. She pulled up her legs and put my hand between both of her thighs. I squeezed them a bit, and that made her moan a bit.

She still had her head on my shoulder. She gently put her right hand on my chest. As I was wearing a Henley at the time, she opened up a few top buttons slowly and slid her hand onto my bare skin.

Ishita: Yeh movie chalne deni hain?

Me: Haan… movie toh kaafi achi chal rahi hain. 😉

Ishita: But is it really okay?

Me: Yeah, I think we should enjoy it while it lasts, right? Baar Baar movies nahi aati aisi.

Ishita: Yeh aise double meaning me baatein karna kab se sikh liya tumne?

Me: Jab bhi I have a gorgeous girl like you in my room.

Ishita: Oh, acha? Gorgeous?

I looked at her and lifted her chin and gave her a small peck on her lips. She was breathing heavily; I could feel both of her tits moving up and down.

She opened her eyes, and I kept staring at her. I knew she wanted a deep kiss, but I wasn’t about to give it to her.

I put my index finger below her chin and made her look up at me. Her face looked so innocent and so helpless, it was as if she was begging to be kissed. But I didn’t give her one.

She knew I was teasing her, waiting for her to make the move. She smiled and looked down, and I immediately grabbed her face and made her look at me.

She finally gave up and put her hand behind my head and through my hair and leaned in for a kiss.

We both started kissing, and she started moaning in my mouth. She was caressing my hair, and I held her by the neck.

She got up and sat on my lap, and made my hand grab her waist.

Since I was not wearing any boxers, I knew she could feel my dick poking her pussy.

“Fuck, Kabir! Tera lund…” she said and started kissing me.

We both were breathing heavily. I lifted her tank top and gave it to her to hold in her mouth so that I could see those two gorgeous tits right in front of my face. I held both of her hands behind her and buried my face in her cleavage.

I moaned, “Fuck, Ishita… tere boobs bohot mast hain.”

I grabbed her left boob and put it into my mouth and started sucking her tit and bit her on her nipples. She screamed my name in pain, but I didn’t care much. I kept playing with her nipples with my tongue like a ravaged animal.

She said, “Bas, Kabir… aur kitna chusoge? Ab toh yahi hoon puri raat.”

I said, “Jaane bhi toh nahi dene vala, Ishita, tujhe aaj ghar.”

“Aur jaana bhi kisse hain?” She said.

She started dry-riding me on the sofa. And she could feel my cock growing inside my pajamas.

Me: Bhenchod… kaafi experience lagta hain tujhe.

Ishita: I’m not that innocent. You haven’t seen my wild side.

Me: Let me guess… you love getting degraded and getting railed pretty hard.

Ishita: Kaise pata?

Me: Because I love it and I always wanted to make you my personal fuckdoll.

Ishita: Isshh… Kabir…

I picked her up; she wrapped her arms around me, and her hands were wrapped around my neck. I was kissing her and kept squeezing that perfect ass. I started taking her to my bedroom.

I’m ending this part here.

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Stay tuned for the next part, where I tie her up and make her do so many humiliating things.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Mera beta mere dudh dabate hue mujhe samjha raha tha. Aur uska kehna bhi sahi tha. Jab se hamare beech woh sab hua tha. Uske baad se main harr roj aapne bete ke lund bare mein hi sochti thi.

Mere ander ki aurat bhi chudai ka sukh chahti thi. Jise main kisi tarah roke hue thi. Main aapne bete ko samne se mana to kar rahi thi. Magar ander se meri chut pehle hi geeli ho chuki thi.

Fir aapni baat bolte hi mere bete ne mujhe lita diya. Mere let te hi woh meri maxi ko upar karne laga. Main lete lete aapne bete ka hath rok rahi thi. Magar is bar main khud bhi use rokna nahi chahti thi.

Kyuki pichle 1 hafte se main khud ko roke hue thi. Magar ab mujhse bhi meri ander ki garmi bardhast nahi ho rahi thi. Fir mere bete ne meri maxi upar di. Aur maxi ke upar hote hi meri geeli chut mere bete ke samne aa gayi.

Meri chut se nikla hua chamda geela ho chuka tha. Mera beta meri geeli chut dekhkar halke se smile karne laga. Aur aapne bete ko smile karta dekh. Maine aapni nazar neeche kar li. Tabhi mera beta bola.

Main – Mummy aap mujhe muh se to mana kar rahe ho. Magar aapke neeche ka ye geelapan cheekh cheekh ke aapke ander ka haal bata raha hai. Mummy kya aap abhi bhi mujhe rokna chahte ho?

Aapne bete ki baat sunke main use dekhne lagi. Aur meri aankho ne mere bete ko haa bol diya. Aur meri chut to pehle hi use haa bol chuki thi. Meri haa ka ishara milte hi mera beta muskuraya.

Fir mere bete ne meri taange pakad ke faila di. Aur taango ke failte hi meri chut ka muh khul gaya. Mera beta khada khada meri chut ko dekh raha tha. Fir usne aapna muh meri chut par laga diya.

Aur jaise hi mere bete ki jeebh meri chut par lagi. Mere muh se siiiiiiiii ki awaaj nikli. Mera hath khud ba khud aapne bete ke sir par chala gaya.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Mummy ne mujhe muh se haa nahi bola tha. Magar unki aankho aur unki chut ne mujhe puri ijajat de di thi. Aur jaise hi meri jeebh mummy ki chut se lagi. Tabhi mummy ne aapna hath mere sir par rakh diya.

Aur ab mummy ki taraf se bhi mujhe puri ijajat mil chuki thi. Main mummy ki chut chaat raha tha. Aur woh mere baalo ko sehlate hue mera sir aapni chut par daba rahi thi. Mummy ki chut pani pani ho rahi thi.

Aur use dekhkar samajh aa raha thaki mummy ander se kitni garam ho gayi thi. Main unki chut chaat te chaat te hath se unke daane ko ragane laga. Aur ab meri jeebh mummy ki gaand ke ched par chalne lagi.

Jisse mummy ko aur bhi jayada maza aane laga. Aur woh ummmm mmmmm siiiiii karne lagi. Aaj mummy bina kisi sharam ke kamuk awaaje nikal rahi thi. Unhe dekhkar lag raha thaki unhone sari sharam chhod di thi.

Mummy ki gaand chaat te chaat te maine 2 ungli unki chut mein daal di. Fir main ungli ander bahar karte hue mummy ki gaand chaatne laga. Ungliyaan ander bahar karte hi mummy ki awaaj tej hone lagi. Aur unhone kas ke chaadar ko pakad liya.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Pichle 1 hafte se jo sapna mujhe harr roj dikhayi de raha tha. Use aaj mere bete ne sach kar diya tha. Mera beta paglo ki tarah meri chut aur gaand ko chaat raha tha. Aur main is waqt ek aisa sukh ka anubhav kar rahi thi.

Jiska aanad harr aurat aapni zindgi mein lena chahti thi. Jis tarah mera beta meri gaand ko chaat raha tha. Aisa sirf maine porn video mein dekha tha. Mere pati aur maine chudai ka bharpur aanad liya tha.

Magar aaj tak unhone bhi meri gaand ko nahi chata nahi tha. Magar mera beta bina jhijhak ke meri gaand ko chaat raha tha. Jis tarah se mera beta mujhe ye sukh de raha tha. Itni shiddat se aaj tak mere pati ne bhi mujhe ye sukh nahi diya tha.

Mera beta meri gaand aur chut chaat te hue aapni ungliyon se meri chut ko chod raha tha. Jiske karan mera khud ko rok pana muskil ho gaya tha. Main aapne bete ka sir sehla rahi thi. Fir kuch der baad mera pani nikal gaya.

Aaj pure 1 hafte baad fir se mujhe woh sukh mila tha. Jiske liye main harr roj tadap rahi thi. Mera pani nikalne ke baad bhi mera beta ruka nahi, woh meri chut ko chaate ja raha tha. Aur meri geeli chut chaat chaat ke saaf kar raha tha.

Aur main aaram se aapni taange failaye leti hui thi. Aur aapne bete ki chut chatai ka maza le rahi thi. Kuch der meri chut chaatne ke baad mera beta meri maxi upar karne laga. Aur main bhi aapni kamar utha ke uski madad karne lagi.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Meri chut chatai se mummy ka pani nikal chuka tha. Aur aaj pure 1 hafte baad unke chere par sukoon dikh raha tha. Mummy ka pani nikalne ke baad maine unki maxi unke dudh ke upar kar di.

Aur mummy khud aapni kamar utha ke meri madad karne lagi. Mexi ke upar hote hi mummy ke bade bade dudh bahar nikal ke latakne lage. Aur main mummy ke pet ko aur unki nabhi ko chaatne laga.

Mummy aaram se taange failaye leti hui thi. Aur main unki nabhi mein jeebh daal ke unki nabhi ko chaat raha tha. Mummy ka hath ek bar fir se nere sir par aa gaya tha. Aur woh mere baalo ko sehla rahi thi.

Kuch der mummy ki nabhi ko chaatne ke baad main pura unke upar aa gaya. Aur mummy lete lete mujhe dekhne lagi. Mummy ko dekhte hue maine aapne hont unke honton se laga diye. Aur is bar mummy ne mere honton ko aapne honton se pakad liya.

Ab main aur mummy ek dusre ke honton ko chusne lage. Mummy ka ek hath mere baalo ko sehla raha tha. Aur dusre hath se woh mere hath ko pakdi hui thi. Mummy ke honton ko chuste hue maine unka dusra hath le jaakar aapne lund par rakh diya.

Aur mummy ne is bar turant mera lund pakad liya. Mummy ke hath mein aate hi mera lund aur jayada tight ho gaya. Aur woh mere honton ko chuste hue mere lund ko aage peeche karne lagi.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Pani nikalne ke baad mere ander ki garmi shaant nahi hui thi. Mera beta meri garmi ko aur bhadka raha tha. Meri nabhi mere dudh ko chumne ke baad woh mere honton ko chus raha tha.

Aur is bar main bhi bina sharam kiye aapne bete ke honton ko chus rahi thi. Mere bete ke upar aate hi uska khada lund meri chut par lag raha tha. Aur aapne bete ke lund ka sparsh chut par hote hi, main use ander lene ke liye tadapane lagi thi.

Tabhi mere bete ne mera hath aapne lund par rakh diya. Aur maine ek bar mein uska lund pakad liya. Mere bete ka lund ek pather ki tight ho raha tha. Aur uske lund ki garmahat main aapne hath par mehsus kar rahi thi.

Main aapne bete ke lund ko aage peeche kar rahi thi. Fir kuch der honton ko chusne ke baad mera beta muh utha ke mujhe dekhne laga. Aur meri aankho mein dekhte hue usne meri puri maxi nikal di.

Ab main aapne bete ke samne puri nangi leti hui thi. Tabhi mujhe dekhte hue usne aapni baniyan aur kaccha nikal diya. Aur woh bhi pura nanga ho gaya. Kaccha nikalte hi mera beta meri taango ke beech aa gaya.

Fir usne meri jaangh par thap thapa ke ishara kiya. Aur uska aisa karte hi maine aapni dono taange faila di. Taango ke failte hi mera beta aapna lund meri chut par maarne laga.

Pata nahi kaise par mera beta mere ander ki iccha jaan gaya tha. Fir usne aapna lund meri chut par lagaya. Aur halke halke pura lund meri chut mein daal diya. Mere bete ke lund ka ek ek inch meri chut mein ragdte hue mehsus ho raha tha.

Aur main siiiii karte hue us aanad mein kho rahi thi.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Mummy ki tadap ko dekhte hue main aapna lund unki chut mein daal diya. Aur lund ke ander jaate hi mummy ne mere dono hath pakad liye. Aur unke muh se kamuk awaaje nikalne lagi.

Mera pura lund mummy ki chut mein tha. Aur woh aankhe band kiye leti hui thi. Fir mummy ko dekhte hue main dhakke lagane laga. Mera pura lund aaram se ander bahar ho raha tha. Aur mummy ummm mmmmm kiye ja rahi thi.

Kuch der dhakke lagane ke baad main mummy se chipak gaya. Aur mummy ne bhi mujhe khud se chipka liya. Mummy ke dono hath meri peeth par the. Aur woh meri peeth ko sehlaye rahi thi.

Fir main mummy ke honton ko chusne laga. Mere honton ko chuste hue mummy ne aapni taange meri kamar mein bandh li. Aur woh neeche se kamar utha utha ke mera lund aapni chut mein lene lagi.

Main aaj bhi mummy ki thodi hard chudai kar raha tha. Aur unhe bhi chudai mein maza aa raha tha. Isiliye woh kamar utha utha ke mera lund aapni chut mein le rahi thi. Fir kuch der baad mummy ka sharir akadne laga.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Mera beta bina ruke lagataar dhakke lagaye ja raha tha. Mera bhi pani nikalne wala tha. Isiliye main bhi neeche se kamar utha utha ke aapne bete ka lund aapni chut mein le rahi thi.

Fir kuch hi der baad mera mera badan akadne laga. Mera pani fir se nikal gaya. Aur tabhi maine aapne bete ko kas ke pakad liya. Magar woh dhakke lagaye ja raha tha. Aur main leti leti aapne charamsukh ka aanad le rahi thi.

Kuch der dhakke lagane ke baad mera beta mere upar se uth gaya. Aur uska lund abhi bhi meri chut mein tha. Aur woh bethe bethe mere dudh ko jor jor se dabane laga. Aur main leti leti aapne bete ko dekh rahi thi.

Aapne bete ke josh ko dekhkar main puri tarah dhang thi. Jis raftaar se woh mujhe chod raha tha. Itne mein koi thak jata hai. Magar mera beta naa to thak raha tha. Aur naa hi uska lund dheela pad raha tha.

Fir mere bete ne aapna lund meri chut se nikal liya. Uska lund meri chut ke pani se chamak raha tha. Aur uska mota chikna supada dekhkar mere muh mein pani aa raha tha. Tabhi mera beta bola.

Main – Kutiya ban jao mummy.

Aapne bete ke muh se kutiya shabd mujhe tareef lag raha tha. Aur uski baat sunte hi main ghum ke kutiya ban gayi. Maine aapna sir bed par tika liya. Aur aapni gaand upar utha li.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Meri baat sunte hi mummy kutiya ban gayi. Aur kutiya bante hi mummy ne aapni gaand upar utha li. Ab mummy ki gaand bilkul mere samne thi. Aur unki gaand dekh dekhkar mere muh mein pani aa raha tha.

Mummy ki gaand aur unki chut dono khul ke mere samne thi. Aur unki gaand ka ched halka sa khul raha tha. Aur band ho raha tha. Fir maine aapna muh sidha mummy ki gaand mein laga diya. Meri jeebh mummy ki gaand ke ched par ghum rahi thi.

Aur mummy kutiya bane bane ummm mmmm kiye ja rahi thi. Main aapni jeebh se mummy ki gaand ko chod raha tha. Aur mummy ko bhi aapni gaand chatwane mein maza aa raha tha. Maine jeebh daal daal ke mummy ki gaand ka ched thoda khol diya tha.

Mere thuk se mummy ki gaand puri geeli ho chuki thi. Fir maine aapna lund mummy ki chut mein daal diya. Aur jaise hi mera lund mummy ki chut mein gaya. Unki chut se patar patar ki awaaj aane lagi.

Aur main mummy ki gaand pakad ke dhakke lagane laga. Pure kamre mein thap thap thap ki awaaj gunj rahi thi. Aur mummy aaram se kutiya bane bane mere lund ka maza le rahi thi. Main dhakke lagaye ja raha tha.

Aur mummy ki gaand ka khula ched mujhe lalcha raha tha. Tabhi maine mummy ke gaand ke ched par thuk tapka diya. Aur aapna anghutha mummy ki gaand mein daalane laga.

Jaise hi mera anghutha mummy ki gaand mein gaya. Woh aahhhhh karte hue peeche dekhne lagi. Aur main unhe dekhkar smile karne laga.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Mere bete ne aapna pura anghutha meri gaand mein daal diya tha. Aur ab woh meri gaand mein anghutha karte karte dhakke laga raha tha. Jo mujhe bhi bahut aacha lag raha tha.

Mera beta meri gaand chaatne ka ek bhi mouka nahi chhod raha tha. Jis tarah woh meri gaand ko chaat ta tha. Use dekhkar main itna to samajh gayi thiki mere bete ko meri gaand bahut pasand hai. Isiliye woh meri gaand paglo ki tarah chaat ta hai.

Aur uska aise meri gaand chaatna mujhe bhi bahut pasand aata hai. Aur main ye bhi samajh gayi thiki woh meri gaand marna chahta hai. Mujhe aapni gaand marwane se koi dikkat nahi thi. Kyuki main aapne pati se pehle bhi aapni gaand marwa chuki thi. Magar baat yaha mere bete ki ho rahi thi.

Jiska lund mere pati se bhi bada aur mota tha. Aur jis tarah woh meri chut ki chudai kar raha tha. Use dekhkar main itna to samajh gayi thiki woh meri gaand ka bura haal karne wala tha. Mera beta dhakke lagaye ja raha tha.

Aur aapne anghuthe se meri gaand ko chode ja raha tha. Fir kuch der dhakke lagane ke baad mere bete ne aapna lund nikal liya. Magar main abhi bhi uske samne kutiya bani hui thi. Mujhe laga ab mera beta aapna lund meri gaand mein daalega.

Aur main iske liye puri tarah se tayar bhi thi. Kyuki jo sukh mera beta mujhe de raha tha. Uske liye main aapne bete ki is iccha ko to puri kar hi sakti. Magar fir mera beta bola.

Main – Mummy aap sidhe ho jao. Aapke pair mein dard ho raha hoga.

Aapne bete ki baat sunke main sidhi ho gayi. Aur sidhe hote hi woh mere honton ko chusne laga. Aur main bhi uska sath dene lagi. Aapne bete ko aapni chinta karte dekh mujhe bahut aacha laga.

Mera beta aur main is waqt pure josh mein the. Magar uske bawjud bhi mera beta meri chinta kar raha tha.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Mummy ki gaand mein anghutha daalne ke baad bhi woh aaram se chudai ka maza le rahi thi. Mummy ki gaand ka ched dekhkar mann to kar raha thaki abhi aapna lund mummy ki gaand mein daal du.

Magar ab mujhe jaldi karne ki koi jarurat nahi thi. Mummy ab khul ke mere lund ka maza le rahi thi. To main kabhi bhi unki gaand maar sakhta tha. Fir mummy ko sidha karne ke baad main unhe leke let gaya.

Aur let te hi mummy ne aapni taange faila li. Mera lund mummy ki chut par lagne laga. Main aur mummy lete lete ek dusre ke honton ko chus rahe the. Aur main bina dekhe bar bar aapna lund mummy ki chut mein daalne ki koshish kar raha tha.

Magar mera lund bar bar fisal ja raha tha. Tabhi mummy ne mera lund pakad liya. Aur woh aapne hath se mera lund aapni chut mein daalne lagi. Pura lund chut mein jaate hi mummy ne mujhe khud se chipka liya.

Aur main dana dan dhakke lagane laga. Mummy bhi kamar utha utha ke mera lund aapni chut mein le rahi thi. Hum dono hi ek dusre ko chudai ka sukh de rahe the. Tabhi mummy ka mobile bajne laga.

Aur mobile ki ring sunne ke baad main aur mummy ruk gaye. Aur ek dusre ko dekhne lage. Mera lund abhi bhi mummy ki chut mein tha. Tabhi maine pass mein rakha mobile uthaya. Aur jab maine mobile dekha to papa call kar rahe the. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Mummy papa call kar rahe hai. Baat karni hai kya?

Mummy – Nahi beta, is waqt main tere papa se baat nahi karna chahti hu. Mobile rakh de, aur tu ruk mat. Aise hi ummm mmmm aise hi karte rahe.

Mummy aapne charam par thi. Isiliye woh bas charamsukh ka aanad lena chahti thi. Mummy ki baat sunte hi maine unka mobile side mein rakh diya. Fir se jaldi jaldi dhakke lagate hue bola.

Main – Maaf karna papa, magar mummy is waqt sirf mere lund ka sukh lena chahti hai.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Aur main unke dudh ko masalte hue dhakke lagaye ja raha tha. Pass mein pade mobile mein papa ka naam aur mummy papa ki photo bani aa rahi thi.

Aur uske bagal mein mummy bina kisi sharam ke mere lund se aapni chut ko shaant karwa rahi thi.

Kahani mummy ki jubani – Mere pati mujhe call kar rahe the. Magar aaj mere ander ki aurat sirf chudai ka sukh chahti thi. Meri kaam vasna aaj itni jayada thiki main nahi chahti thiki is waqt koi bhi mujhe pareshan kare.

Is waqt main sirf aapne bete ke lund ka sukh lena chahti thi. Isiliye maine aapne pati se baat nahi ki, Mera beta bhi mujhe chudai ka sukh dene mein koi kasar nahi chhod raha tha. Aur main bhi neeche se kamar utha utha ke uska sath de rahi thi.

Mere pati aur meri photo mobile par aa rahi thi. Magar is waqt mujhe sirf aapne beta ka mota lund chahiye tha. Uske lagatar dhakko se mera pani fir se nikalne wala tha. Aur main aapne bete ko khud se chipkaye hue thi.

Fir kuch hi dhakko ke baad mera pani nikal gaya. Aur maine aapne bete ko kas ke pakad liya. Magar woh dhakke lagaye ja raha tha. Fir kuch dhakke lagane ke baad mera beta mera upar se uth gaya.

Aur aapna lund bahar nikal ke use aage peeche karne laga. Fir uske lund se gaade pani ki daar nikalne lagi. Jo mere dudh aur mere pet par girne lagi.

Mere bete ka pani ek dum gaada aur garam tha. Main leti leti aapne bete ke pani ki garmahat mehsus kar rahi thi. Aur sara pani nikalne ke baad mera beta smile karta hua mujhe dekhne laga.

Aur main bhi use dekhkar smile karne lagi. Mera beta aapna lund meri chut par maarne laga. Jo abhi bhi puri tarah se dheela nahi hua tha. Fir mere bete ne aapni banjyan se sara pani saaf kar diya.

Aur pani saaf karne ke baad usne fir se aapna lund meri chut mein daal di. Mere upar aake woh fir se dhakke lagane laga. Mere bete ka lund jo thoda dheela hua tha. Meri chut mein jaate hi aisa lag raha tha.

Jaise ki woh fir se khada ho gaya tha. Main aur mera beta ek dusre ke honton ko chus rahe the. Fir kuch der dhakke lagane ke baad mera beta side mein let gaya.

Kahani bete ki jubani – Pani nikalne ke baad bhi mera mann bhara nahi tha. Isiliye main fir se mummy ko chodne laga. Aur mummy bhi mera sath dene lagi. Mummy ki chut mein jaate hi mera lund fir se khada ho gaya tha.

Aur kuch der dhakke lagane ke baad main mummy ke upar se uth ke side mein let gaya. Mummy aur main tej tej saanse lete hue ek dusre ko dekh rahe the. Fir main uth ke mummy ke dudh ko chumte hue unhe dekhne laga.

Mummy bhi lete lete mujhe dekh rahi thi. Fir main unke maathe par aaye baal theek karte hue bola.

Main – Mummy kya aap abhi bhi ye kahoge? Ki hamare beech jo hua woh galat hai.

Mummy – Beta ab sahi aur galat ka koi matlab nahi hai. Hamare beech jo hona tha woh chuka hai.

Main – Mummy kya aapko aacha nahi laga?

Mummy – Nahi aise baat nahi hai. Bas maine ye kabhi nahi socha thaki hamare beech ye sab bhi sakta hai.

Main – Socha to maine bhi nahi tha mummy. Mujhe laga tha us raat ke baad sab sahi ho jayega. Magar us raat pehli bar maine aapke ander ek maa ki jagah ek aurat ko dekha. Aur woh aurat us raat bas jismani sukh chahti thi.

Aur uske baad jab bhi main aapko dekhta tha. Tab mujhe aapke ander mummy ke sath sath wahi aurat dikhayi deti thi. Aur Aapko dekhkar main samajh gaya tha. Aap muh se to kuch nahi keh rahi thi.

Magar jismani sukh ki jarurat to aapko bhi thi. Aur aaj aapke chere par ye sukoon dekhkar. Mujhe nahi lagta ki maine kuch galat kiya hai.

Kahani mummy ki jubnai – Mera beta sahi keh raha tha. Us din ke baad se main harr roj bas aapni garmi shaant karne ke sapne dekhti thi. Aur aaj mere bete ne mujhe wahi sukh fir se diya tha. Bas aaj hamara rishta puri tarah badal gaya tha.

Mummy – Ha beta jarurat to meri bhi thi. Magar hamara rishta maa bete ka hai. Aur hamare beech aise rishte ka hona. Bas yahi ek cheej mere dimag mein ghum rahi hai.

Main – Mummy is duniya mein kai rishte aise hote hai. Jo duniya se chup ke bante hai. Kyuki woh ek dusre ki jarurat ke liye bante hai. Hamara rishta bhi aisa hi hai. Hamara rishta maa bete ka jarur hai.

Aur ye sach kabhi nahi badlega. Magar ek sach ye bhi hai mummyki baaki aurto ki tarah aapko bhi pyaar ki jarurat hai. Isiliye aaj aapne bhi bina kisi naa nukur ke mere lund ka maza liya.

Aapne bete ki baat sunke main use dekhne lagi. Mere bete ne mere hath pakad ke aapne lund par rakh diya. Aur maine bhi turant uska lund pakad liya. Jaise hi maine uska lund pakda. To mera beta mujhe dekhkar smile karne laga.

Aur main bhi use dekhkar smile karne lagi. Mere bete ka kehna galat nahi tha. Aaj maine bhi khul ke aapne bete ka sath diya tha. Aur uske lund ka maza liya tha. Fir mere dudh dabate hue mera beta bola.

Main – Mummy ek baat puchu aapse.

Mummy – Hmmm hmmm puch.

Main – Mummy kya ab papa aur aapke beech bilkul sex nahi hota hai?

Mummy – Kabhi kabhi hota hai.

Main – To kya ab papa aapki tasalli kara pate hai? Jaise main aapki tasalli karata hu.

Mera beta mere pati aur meri chudai ke bare mein janna chahta tha. Aur sach to yahi thaki main aapne pati se santusht nahi thi. Isiliye aaj main aapne bete ke lund se aapni garmi nikalwa rahi thi. Tabhi mera beta bola.

Main – Mummy kya aapko mere sath aacha nahi laga?

Mummy – Nahi nahi aise koi baat nahi hai. Mujhe aacha laga.

Main – To fir aap abhi bhi kyu sharma rahe ho?Mummy aaj maine aur aapne ek dusre ko dil se apnaya hai. Main chahta hu hamare beech koi sharam naa ho. Taaki aap aapne dil ki koi bhi baat mujhse khul ke keh sako. Aur main bhi aapko bina kisi sharam ke chudai ka sukh de saku.

Since our first sexting, I had been thinking of Pooja, a 32-year-old woman from Bengal who is full of energy and lively. She has got curves, words, and fantasies. She pinged me about my first story on this site.

It’s been over a year. We had been playing hide and seek online until now, but this was cut short by fate. The sun cast a warm, golden glow in Dehradun. I couldn’t forget my online sext with Pooja. Despite spending a year in bed sexting, we had never been able to meet face-to-face due to our schedules.

Why? But today, fate had other plans. The mountain breeze blew through my hair as I walked along that busy street. I looked that way and saw Pooja standing in the café entrance.

That curvy woman in a black dress that was snug enough to showcase every inch of her figure. The setting sun’s warm light filtered through her long, wavy strands of hair. I, for one, found it incredibly difficult to behold all of that at once.

Her physical appearance was more impressive than the pictures we had shared. “Pooja?” I inquired, my voice barely rising above the rest. She faced me, surprise wide in her eyes, slowly smiling at me. “Wow, is that you?” She sounded half astonished, half amazed. “I can’t believe we’ve finally met!”

We hugged, and there was this fiery heat between us that was impossible to ignore. We both knew what our eyes were longing for, without a word. We both gave in to it as our feet carried us closer and closer towards the exit. It was then that she said, “Let’s get out of here.”

With those words, I felt her pull me away, breaking the chains of self-control that I had left. We walked in silence as the city passed by, with our hearts racing. Upon arriving at her residence, we were all over each other until the door barely closed.

She pushed me up against the wall with playful teasing and kissed me. The taste of her lip gloss mixed with my burning desire filled my mouth. I carried her, staking claims over every curve with my hands. Her body entered my territory, seemingly built to mould against mine.

“I have been waiting for this all along,” she breathed, “I want you to be here with me.” I lifted her, wrapping her legs around my waist, carrying her to the bedroom. I lay her on the bed, my eyes never leaving her beauty to behold with big breasts rubbing against the thin fabric of that tight dress.

A waist pressed close, and hips that almost caressed it. I started my walk at the top. My lips trailing down her neck, tugging at her earlobe with my teeth, elicited a moan from her. Lower I went, licking one nipple with my tongue through the fabric of the dress.

As I touched her, she writhed and raised her head, but then yielded to my breath. “You taste so good,” I chimed, my hands reaching for her dress’s zipper. I slid it down slowly. The cloth was bunching at her waist while I revealed those luscious curves.

I bent down to lick from the navel to the breasts while my hands cupped her breasts, her thumbs rubbing hard nipples. “I have never been able to resist your touch.” Her fingers twining through my hair, she gripped mine while her back arched from my touch in shivers.

“I have dreamed of having your hands on me.” I was licking and sucking hard at her pussy through the lace of her panties while traipsing down. She was very wet; her juices had soaked right through the delicate fabric of her panties, causing the room to fill with the musky fragrance of her want.

My thick fingers slid to the waistband of her panties. I started pulling them down and tossing them aside. “So wet,” I whispered against her skin as my fingers slipped deep inside her with my thumb circling her clit.

She bucked her hips excitedly. “Fuck me!” she cried, choking on her need.” Please, inside me, I need you.” I was not able to resist her any longer.

I took my clothes off quickly, cock aching for her, and mounted atop her. With purpose, she draped her leg around me and locked her gaze with mine as I took her slowly. “Oh God,” she exclaimed, nails scratching along the territory of my shoulder blade. “You feel so good!”

I began moving, thrusting my hips against hers while my cock slid in and out of her warmly aching pussy. She met my movement with hers, our bodies in perfect harmony with one another, breath short and gasped in spurts. “Harder,” she breathed out hoarsely. “Harder, fuck me!”

I obliged, doing as she wished; thrust after thrust more forceful than the last, my cock slapping against her pussy loud in the room. Each thrust was met by a piercing scream of pleasure as her body shook and clenched around my cock. “I’m close,” she teetered out, all wound up. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I could feel the growing puckering of her orgasm swimming down my cock. The tighter the grip she held on me, the more I clenched. I sank deeper with every downward thrust, smashing against her G-spot and sending forth her screams.

She shuddered in waves, still trembling in conjunction with the spasms of my cock as her pussy clutched eagerly at every whim of the orgasm. “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, utterly losing herself. “Don’t stop. I want more!” I wasn’t done with her yet.

I flipped her, made her kneel on all fours. I got into the position where her ass was high in the air. I got behind her with my cock at her entrance, slowly easing in as her pussy stretched to receive me. “Tight, so tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips. “Feels amazing,” I started moving while thrusting my hips into hers.

My cock moved in and out. She was hard with force, and loud moans counted her thrusts. “Harder,” she said in a rasp. “Fuck me harder!” I obeyed. Stormier in my work, my hands held firmly on her hips. Each crazy thrust made her moans louder from her, each tremble of her pussy clenched my cock.

I marked the passing of my fill. In a seductive tone, she said, “Let’s try something new,”. “This has always been my fantasy,” I raised a brow interrogatively. “Yeah? What is it?”

Her eyes were lit with undeniable mischief. “To pour hot wax all over my body. And then, I want you to blow on it along with ice, make it cold again.” I felt a twitch in my pants. “And what else?”

She bit her lip, never breaking eye contact with me. “Drink my milk. When I’m lactating, suck on my breasts, drink from them.” A shudder of desire ran through me.

“Fuck, Pooja. You’re driving me crazy.” In the kitchen, I grabbed ice and a candle. I lit it. I came back to my bedroom and gazed at Pooja’s figure. She was herself, only now she had her legs wide open and a slick of juice on her pussy. “Certainly, sure of this?” I asked, my voice raw with desire.

She nodded with anticipation. “Do that to me.” I went down, and my lips brushed hers. “You’re going to love this,” I whispered. I held the candle to drip hot wax on her skin, and it touched her body. She gasped, arching and trembling her back. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. That feels so good.”

I continued, the hot wax dripping onto her skin, her body squirming with pleasure. Leaning down, I rubbed ice on her. Meanwhile, I licked the wax off of her, gripping her softly with my teeth. She moaned as her body wriggled against my touch. “You taste good,” I whispered down her body.

I went back to her and hugged her pussy, kissing and licking away her juices as I slid my fingers lightly inside. Her hips began moving up and down as waves of pleasure went rushing through her. “I’m going to make you cum,” I growled as I slammed my fingers in there.

“You’re going to scream my name.” I licked and sucked her clitoris whilst thrusting my fingers in and out, my other hand grabbing her breast and rubbing her nipple with my thumb. She was moaning and throwing her body into convulsions from cumming.

“Oh God, yes!” She screeched as the surge of pleasure ran through her body. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Left and right thrusts from my fingers. I kept on licking and sucking her, my other hand grabbing her other breast, rubbing the nipple.

She came again, convulsing fully as her pussy clenched tightly around my fingers. “Oh God,” she moaned, drowning in orgasmic waves. “That was incredible,” I mounted her, cock poised at her entrance. The slow slide inside was met by the warm heat of her pussy melting away for me.

With my tongue and nose on her breast, I continued to place my hand on the woman’s nipple while simultaneously using both hands. There were moans from deep in pleasure, while her milk filled my mouth. I gulped down, her body twitched for more, “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, trembling full with pleasure.

“Drink it all; drink every last drop.” I obeyed her request by mouth-sucking on her nipple, licking my tongue, and applying pressure to it with my other hand gripping her breast, using my thumb to touch her. I consumed every single drop of her milk, my cock feeling desperate.

“I’m swooning,” I exclaimed. “That’s just amazing.” She smiled, her eyes dark with desire. “I want to suck your dick.”

I pushed her backwards, and she was on her hands and knees with her buttocks. I positioned myself, my dick at her mouth. Slowly, as I pushed in, her mouth opened to fit me. I commenced walking, with my hips protruding towards hers and my dick moving in and out of her grasp.

The room filled with her moans. “Harder,” she pushed, every word lined with exhaustion. I complied, my fists tightened up, both hands clutching her face.’ Every thrust was screamed with pain, her body trembling. My dick is gripping tight around her mouth. I was done, and I wanted to invade her pussy.

I pushed her, and she was on her fours. I positioned myself behind her, my dick at her pussy entrance. I start the pounding with a new sense of purpose. “Please, don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” she said. I could feel her orgasm growing louder and closer to my body.

I pushed forward with greater force, pushing my dick into her G-spot. She screamed, her body convulsed, and her pussy tightened around my cock as she had her orgasm. She cried out with joy, “Oh God, I want you to cum inside me.” My patience was shattered.

I pushed too hard, and my bloody dick and muscles tightened. When I came around, I felt my ejaculation invade her pussy. She cried out with joy, “Oh my God!” My body was scorched when I fell onto her, with my cock still attached.

We lay there for a brief period, with our bodies intertwined and breathing in short gasps. Our bodies interacted and our breaths dribbled as we lay there for a moment. I pulled her into my arms and rolled away. With her body still shaking, she swung into my arms.

“That was…incredible,” she muttered, her expression being raspy. I smooch her lips tightly. “It was, wasn’t it?” Nodding, her eyes closed, and smiling, she said. “It was,” She said, “Oh my God, I have been craving for this so long.” My lips pressed against hers as I smiled. “It was worth the wait”.

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