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Friday evenings are usually not so boring. Except that my dear live-in boyfriend had decided to get drunk with his office friends. My best friend ditched our movie plans at the last minute.

That’s why I was sitting in our room, smoking a joint as I looked out through the window imagining myself in a music video. The electricity was gone because some transformer blew up nearby. But the evening was nice and comfortably warm.

I had the flat to myself, so I was just in a T-shirt (and nothing else). My boyfriend Tarun was an OK guy, but he was too plain sometimes. He rarely made plans for us to spend time together. It was usually me looking for places to visit, things to do that might be fun.

We’d been together for four years now, and things had settled to a slow pace. Sometimes I felt like I was working too hard in this relationship. I must have dozed off at some point. I heard a phone ringing that wasn’t mine and woke up. It stopped a few rings later, and I heard Aman’s voice in the hall.

Aman was Tarun’s flatmate and work colleague. There was one more flatmate, but he had gone home for a week to attend a wedding. I was surprised to see Aman back alone. He and Tarun were supposed to return together.

In the silent flat, I could hear his voice in the corridor as he talked on the phone: “Yes, Abhishek, I came home. No, I didn’t want to, but you know what a choot Tarun usually is. He shows up at parties uninvited, doesn’t pay for the booze or the food, and then starts hitting on the girls. It’s embarrassing.”

Well, that was unexpected. I didn’t know Aman had a problem with Tarun. Or that Tarun was being problematic. I didn’t know that Tarun hit on other girls after getting drunk, and that disturbed me.

I heard Aman enter his bedroom and toss his bag to the bed. A belt unbuckled, a shirt rustled to the floor, a zipper unzipped, and his bathroom door closed as he started the shower.

Maybe he didn’t know I was at home and left his room door open. I put my drinking playlist on my phone as I used its flashlight to roll another joint. I still had a nice soft buzz. But it was just 9 pm, and I had no intentions of sleeping early on the weekend.

The shower turned off, and a few minutes later, his door softly closed. I smiled as I imagined him realising I was in my room, thinking about what I might have heard.

I heard a knock on my door followed by, “Chahat, are you there?”’

I replied, “Hey Aman, yes. What’s up?”

“I’m having a drink on the balcony. Wanna join?”

That was surprising. Aman and I never talked much, even though we were staying in the same house for a few months. Tarun was friendly with Aman and Rahul, but I rarely used to join them for any drinking plans. I was a little hesitant, but I was bored and also a little curious. I opened the door, the joint still in my hand.

“Sure. What’re we drinking?”

“There’s some beer in the fridge, and I’ve got some vodka in my stash, but I’m drinking rum. Want a beer?”

I thought for a while. “I’ll have the vodka.”

We dragged the drinks onto a tray and sat on the recliner chairs on the balcony.
I made the first round of drinks for us, tipping just enough vodka into my glass to start a decent buzz and some extra rum into his.

“So what’re you doing alone on a Friday night? Tarun didn’t bring you to the office party?” he asked.

“No, you know he doesn’t like that. Besides, I don’t want to come to your boring parties at that same old place. Their drinks are watered down, and the food is overpriced.”

“Well, if that’s the only reason, then fine.”

“What else could it be?”

“You tell me, you’re the one smoking up alone,” he said and raised an eyebrow. I ignored him and sipped my drink. The pop-jazz music was getting me in a great zone. I didn’t want to spoil the buzz thinking about Tarun. We sat in silence for a while, letting the vibe hit.

I turned my head and rubbed my neck, closing my eyes with discomfort. A desk job sucks, even if it was work-from-home. At this rate, I’m sure I’ll die of a sprained neck in the next ten years.

“That looks painful”, he said.

I replied, “Yeah, I was stuck in meetings all day. My shoulders are killing me.”

He got up, came up behind me, and I felt his hands on my shoulders. I froze for a second, but he just held them there.

“Relax”, he said, “Just breathe normally.”

I could feel the heat through his palms. He slowly started rubbing my shoulders in circles, and it felt nice. I closed my eyes again, letting him take over. He continued rubbing my shoulders for a while. Then I felt his hands move closer to my neck, from the t-shirt onto my skin.

Damn, he was good. The pain was completely gone in just a few minutes. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten a massage like this. I let my hands fall from the chair, and my head fell back to see him above me.

His bearded jawline stood out in the dim light, his v-neck t-shirt showing off some light chest hair. I could smell his musky scent mixed with the lemony soap he used. I’d never noticed before how nicely fuckable he looked.

He met my gaze, and we maintained eye contact for a while. He didn’t expect to see the lust in my eyes. This was where things took a turn.

He continued rubbing along my throat, pushing the right places with his thumbs. I felt his hands near my collar now, just above my cleavage. He paused for a moment as though waiting. I looked at him and gave a slight nod.

His hands slid down over my t-shirt before coming back up to cup my breasts. It made me gasp even though I knew it was coming. His hands went all over my front, rubbing, pinching, and squeezing like he had done this a hundred times before.

I saw his shorts tented just a few inches from my face and imagined what his dick would taste like. I was breathing heavily, my mouth half-open, and I leaned ahead to help him as he pulled off my t-shirt.

My nipples were hard as erasers, and he pinched them, making me arch my back in pleasure. His right hand went down to my pussy, rubbing his palm before using his fingers to find my clit.

Fuck, this guy was good.

One hand on my left breast, his lips on my right, and his other hand playing with my clit like a seasoned expert. I felt the heat rising, my entire body feeling the overload of three places being pleasured together as I was about to come. He bit my right nipple and teased the left with his fingers.

As he pushed another finger inside my pussy I felt the current explode through me. I lay feeling the rush, and he came up in front of me and spread my legs open. Looking into my eyes, he went down. Even though I had just come, I started feeling the pleasure rise again.

“Fuck, Aman, maybe we shouldn’t….” I weakly said, even though I wanted him to continue. He just ran his hands along the insides of my thighs. He continued doing things with his mouth that sent me higher. I felt his tongue run along my lower lips and circle my clit before diving back inside.

His fingers rubbed inside me, working together with it. His hands ran further along my body, cupping my breasts and finally pinching my nipples. This pushed me over again, and I came for the second time that night.

My sex life wasn’t bad, but this was something I hadn’t felt in a LONG time. I was spent but not fully satisfied yet. Aman had awoken something bad inside me. I had stopped feeling guilty sometime between the first and the second orgasm, and the night was still young.

I crawled ahead, pushed him on his back and grabbed his crotch before kissing him on the lips hungrily. I was going to finish what he started.

To be continued.

I’ll continue this story of a cheating girlfiend if people like it. So did you like it? Imagined yourself in the place of Chahat? Want something different to happen? Whatever it is, please send me your thoughts and comments at [email protected].

This is the continuation of the last part. After finding out about my grandpa and the maid servant, I was very horny and excited.

Hearing grandpa says I could fuck the maid made me go crazy. I came out of his room with only one thing in my mind. Fuck the maid till she cums and keeps on begging for more. I could see Grandpa encouragingly fist-bumping the air with a smile, which was funny, to be honest.

It was only grandpa, me and the maid in the house. I came out but could not see the maid near the kitchen or the living room. After searching all the rooms, I went to the terrace, and still, she was nowhere to be found. Finally, as I was about to get down, I saw the maid cleaning our backyard.

I could not help but be mesmerized by that beauty. She was only 4 years older than me and had a figure of 35-30-35. So, looking at her from the side was almost like a perfect symmetry with bulges in the right places. My erection was back up and harder this time.

Without delay, I went to the backyard and said to her

Me: Didi (what I called her), I have to ask you something.

Maid: What is it? Just tell me.

Me: No, not here. Please come to the side.

She was a little hesitant but still agreed to come with me. I took her to a side of the backyard where I was sure no neighbour could see. I positioned myself so that her back was facing the wall, and I was facing her.

Maid: What is this about? You are making me nervous. Just say it.

I was in no mood to talk anymore. In one moment, I grabbed her hands and put them over her head. Then I turned her around and pushed her face into the wall. I positioned my already fully erect dick over her ass. There were still layers of clothing between us, but the feeling was heavenly.

With my other hand, I was pressing her boobs. She was very surprised and kept on asking what are you doing? She tried with all her might to push me back, but I overpowered her easily.

Maid: What are you doing? Leave me, or I will make noise.

Me: Go ahead bitch. Try and make noise.

For a moment, I was like, there is no one in the house except grandpa, who knows everything. So maybe just let her shout, so she knows how helpless she is.

However, I decided against it because I did not want neighbours to hear it accidentally. So, I pushed her face more into the wall so she could barely speak.

Me: Now, we can do it the easy way or the hard way. I know everything about you and grandpa. I have been eyeing you ever since you started working. However, I was scared of you making noise, but now I know your secret. I know how much a bitch you are.

Meanwhile, I had pulled down her salwar, and my dick (over my pants) was touching her ass. I had also put my other hands inside her kurtha and started massaging her right boob. I pressed the boobs hard and pinched the nipple. She jumped in pain.

Maid: No, you must be mistaken. Nothing is going on. Please leave me alone. I am married.

Me: Don’t lie to me. I saw you with him last night, and today, grandpa told me everything. You should have thought about being married before fucking my grandpa. I am young and have more stamina. Or maybe you only like old people? Either way, you are mine today. Now SHUT UP!

Maid: Please leave me. Nothing happened last night. I only have sex with saheb because I need the money from the job. He will not give me otherwise.

Me: (Slapped her right cheek hard) I do not think you still understand. I am also the man of the house. Do you think you can keep working if I don’t want you here? Now, be a good girl and without making noise get on your knees and take my dick out of my pants.

I never take out my dick myself whenever I am with a girl. Being stripped with a lady’s soft hand and the feeling of having their hand as the first touch my dick feels after it gets freed is just next level.

She was still hesitant. But she got the gist, got on her knees, and started opening my pants. I remember how with grandpa, she was slow and tried to delay. So I let her know beforehand that she would get slapped if she did not hurry and please me.

That got her to act quickly. She pulled my pants down and my boxers. My dick was finally out. She was surprised by my size. I was an inch shorter than my grandpa, i.e., only 9 inches, but my girth was double his. She complained that it was too big and would not fit in her mouth.

I just grabbed her hair and pulled her face into my dick. I pushed about 4 inches of my dick into her fully stretched mouth. She had a hard time breathing already. After 2 more inches, she started trying to free herself, but I told her to stop moving and take it.

I was having a hard time inserting all of it. So I decided against it with a note that I would have to train her mouth someday. I started the back-and-forth motion in her mouth. I was only inserting 6 inches, but it was barely going in. She was having a hard time.

There were spits all over my dick, and her face had already become completely red. I did not want to force her too much on the first day. But I was going back to college soon. So I also wanted to enjoy it as much as I could.

My dick had never been this hard before. A hot girl at my mercy for whom I had been fantasizing and did not have to pay for. I wanted to fuck her so bad but decided to take my time. I asked her to open her clothes and get naked. She did it obediently, which made me happy.

I again made her get on her knees. But this time, instead of making me blow, I asked her to hold up her boobs so I could tit fuck her. I positioned my dick right between her boobs and started fucking it. She was holding both her boobs with her hand.

With my left hand, I made her head bowed down and asked her to open her mouth. Now while fucking her mouth, I was also blown at the same time. This was the best feeling ever. The soft feeling of her boobs around my dick, the rigorous movement motion. Her wet and hot mouth was waiting at its end.

All of it was mesmerizing. I was almost in a trance for a moment. I realized if this went on, I might blow my load soon, so I slowed my speed for a while and then increased it again. Meanwhile, I was also pinching her nipples and pushing her face into my dick further to increase stimulation.

After around 5-10 minutes of tit fuck, I could not wait to enter her.

Me: Let’s go to my bedroom. It will be easier there, and there is no chance of neighbours seeing us.

Maid: No, please do everything here. Nobody can see here anyway.

I was not sure why she was saying that. No one was in the house except grandpa, who knew it anyway. But I decided to go along with it. I told her to stand up and again made her face the wall. For a moment, I just stared at her naked, well-curved body.

I was feeling so much heat that I just wanted to shove all of my dick into her pussy with all my force. But I decided against it because I wanted her to enjoy it so she would come to crave my dick instead of being forced to fuck it.

I first played around her pussy area and clitoris with my right hand. With my left hand, I massaged both her boobs. After a few minutes, I could feel the wetness between her legs increase, and she also started making small moans. It made me harder than ever.

Hearing your woman moan is the best sound in the world. It made me want to be playful, so I asked her if she was feeling good.

In response, she only moaned louder. I guess she was still a little inhibited to talk. But she still wanted to let me know that she was enjoying it. After doing that for a while, I could no longer control my dick into her pussy in the standing position itself.

I went in slowly, little by little and only inserted half of my dick. I started moving it around in different motions. Her moan kept on increasing. I again asked her if she liked getting fucked by my dick. In response, she pushed her body on my dick, making my dick go even further in.

That was so hot, so I pulled her face in to kiss her. As I kissed, I increased my speed and started fucking her hard. Finally, she spoke.

Maid: Please go slow. Your dick is too big. It is hurting.

Me: Tell me how you like it.

Maid: Ummmm… just like before, go slow. You can fuck me harder after I get used to your dick.

I still fucked her fast and hard for a while and then stopped the motion because I was about to cum. She had already cum 2 times which she told me later. When I stopped moving, she asked me to keep fucking as she was about to cum.

The standing position was hard to insert in the pussy. So I bent over the hip as if in a wheelbarrow position. I kept on fucking slow and passionately for a while. Then when I could feel her pussy constricting around my dick, I knew she was cumming again.

I, too, wanted to let go, so I increased my speed. She started moaning louder and louder.

Me: Oh fuck! Your moans are so sexy. I am about to cum.

Maid: Please cum outside.

I could not control it and let it all out inside her. When she realized she tried to move, I kept her in place and released all my cum inside her. It was the best fuck I had in a while. She was about to move out of the position. But I made her stay like that for a while and watched her pussy wide open due to my dick.

I could even see a little cum overflowing out of her pussy. After a while, I told her she could move now, but she could not clean cum out of her pussy and thigh as I like the idea that somebody has all of me inside her. She reluctantly agreed and excused herself from working as she had lots of stuff to do.

However, before returning to work, she told me something that confused me.

Maid: Babu, I liked the way you fucked me. Unlike your grandpa, who is so rough and I cannot enjoy properly. You gave me pleasure, and your girth is also bigger, filling up my pussy.

Me: Well, this is just the beginning. We will enjoy it more. You have not even taken all my dick yet. Also, there is one more hole I would like to fill.

Maid: Oh my god! It will hurt so much there.

Me: ……

Maid: You told me you saw me with saheb last night, but I was not here. I went home in the evening. I never stay back.

Me: What are you saying? I saw you in the night.

Maid: No, it was not me.

That was a revelation to me, and now I had too many questions on my mind. I was going to ask grandpa about it. But before that, an idea came into my mind.

Me: Ok, maybe I was mistaken. First, tell me why you did not want to go inside earlier.

Maid: It is weird because saheb is inside, and it would be weird if he finds out.

Me: Come with me. Let’s go inside.

Maid: No, I have work to do outside. I will come later.

Me: Shut the fuck up and come with me. You can do this later.

She was hesitant, so I pulled her with me and took her directly to my grandpa’s room. She was trying to run away, but I kept pulling her inside. Grandpa was lying on his bed, trying to sleep. But when he heard the noise, he woke up. He was surprised to see me pulling the maid but smiled, looking at me.

Standing behind the maid, I told her to strip down, facing grandpa. She took all of her clothes. I told her to spread her legs which she did.

Me: Grandpa, look at her pussy and thigh. I made my mark on her.

Grandpa: I can see that, son. I could even hear her moan. Apparently, she liked it a lot.

Me: (looking at maid) Did you enjoy it? Answer me.

Maid: Yes, I did.

Me: What did you enjoy the most?

She kept quiet. So, I again asked.

Maid: When you entered your dick in my pussy while kissing me and pinching my nipples, I came so hard, it felt very good.

Me: Do you want to feel like it again?

She was hesitating very much as grandpa was also right there.

Maid: (in a low voice) Yes.

Me: Get on the bed, open grandpa’s trousers, and suck his dick.

Grandpa seemed surprised at how I was taking command of the situation but also genuinely pleased. Maid got on the bed, pulled grandpa’s trousers, and took his dick out. He was semi-erect, so she had an easy time taking it all in and started to suck his dick.

That scene made me horny again, and I was super hard again. I got behind her and put my dick in her pussy while she was sucking grandpa’s dick. She removed the dick to make noise, but grandpa pulled her mouth back on his dick.

Grandpa: Son, you have surprised me. I cannot believe you have taken so much command in only a few hours. You are definitely like me. Now fuck her pussy hard while I fuck her mouth.

This continued for a few minutes. Then I asked the maid to move 180 degrees so that her pussy was on grandpa’s dick and her mouth was on my dick. Then grandpa fucked her for a few minutes while she gave me a blowjob.

Grandpa: This is too hot. Fucking the same bitch with my grandson. I am going to cum soon.

Me: No! Hold on for a few minutes. I have a plan.

Me: (talking to maid) Are you enjoying pleasuring two dick that too grandson and grandfather at the same time?

Maid: Yes, this is the hottest thing, and you both have big cocks. I came so many times all over saheb’s dick. I am still wet.

I then made grandpa lay down on the bed. I asked the maid to get on top of him in a cowgirl position and grind grandpa slowly. I quickly went to my room, bought coconut oil, and applied it to my dick. Maid saw it and got scared.

Maid: No! Please! No! you cannot do that. Only your dick is hard for me. If you insert both at once, I will die.

She even started to get off my grandpa’s dick. Grandpa grabbed her hips and put her in place, but when she still tried to move. He grabbed her face and gave her a few slaps. He pulled her on his chest and told her to keep quiet and let him do what he wanted.

After applying the oil to my dick, I positioned my dick on her ass and tried to insert it. Hardly 3 inches of my cock went in, and she was crying loudly. Grandpa tried to cover her mouth. But I told him to let her be loud as I like hearing it.

It made me feel like no matter how much she cried or writhed. She was still under my mercy. However, it was hard to insert because my grandpa’s dick was filling her pussy. I barely had much space to work with. I still managed to insert around 3 inches and kept moving slowly, little by little.

Grandpa also moved his dick on her pussy. After a while, she got used to it and started enjoying it instead of shouting. She was lightly moaning now.

Grandpa: Looks like the bitch is enjoying now. You are properly training this whore son. I am about to cum soon.

He increased his speed which made it hard for me even to move. After moving fast and hard for a few minutes, when he was right about to cum, the maid requested to take the load in her mouth, to which grandpa agreed.

The maid was still in the doggy position and was drinking the cum of my grandpa’s dick. Now that I had complete access over her holes, I decided to go all the way. I forcibly pushed my dick in her, and almost 5 inches of dick went inside her ass.

It was too much for her, and she shouted so loud I was worried neighbours might hear. I covered her mouth, told her to shut up, and even gave her a few slaps for loudly shouting. But I did not decrease my speed and kept on fucking her hard.

Now, grandpa had already gotten up and went to clean up. I removed her hand as she stopped shouting. She was still making noise that seemed like a combination of pleasure and pain. I asked her how she was feeling. She said it hurts, but her ass fills full like never before.

I kept on fucking her for 10 more minutes. Meanwhile, I spanked her ass so many times that it had become red. I then switched back to her pussy at the last minute and came inside her again. This time also I forbid her from cleaning her pussy. Grandpa had already come back.

She excused herself, gathered her clothes and walked out of the room. She could barely walk. My grandpa and I watched her ass sway as she somehow managed to get out of the room. Then we both looked at each other with smiles on our faces.

Grandpa: So how you liked that bitch?

Me: It was the best thing ever. I cannot thank you enough.

Grandpa: What is mine is yours, son. I am glad you could enjoy it. You surprised me by bringing her here. I did not know it would be this hot to fuck somebody together with my grandson. Also, your package is good. It will please all girls. You will have girls crawling over you after you fuck them once.

Me: Haha, grandpa. Stop teasing me. I am glad you enjoyed it as well. I have one question for you, though.

Grandpa: What is it?

Me: Apparently, the girl last night was not the maid. So, tell me who it was?

Grandpa: I guess I cannot avoid this now.

What my grandpa told me next was the most unexpected, surprising and hot thing I had heard. It also changed my life forever.

This is it for this part. I am glad you all liked the last part. Thank you for your emails and feedback. I will try to keep this series updated as soon as I can. The next episode is going to be a banger.

In the meantime, let me know if you liked the story or if you have any feedback at [email protected].

Subah 4 baje.

Madhavi bed par nangi padi hai aur uske upar se Bhide ka lund uski chut mein ghusa hua hai.

Madhavi: Ago bai aaram se, fadne ka irada hai kya? Dhyaan se…

Bhide: Kya Madhavi tum bhi aaj kal apna dhyaan nahi rakh rahi ho. Dekho tumhari chut par ye kitne sare chote chote baal ugg aaye hai. Aaj main tumhe punishment dunga ye sare baal main apne haath se noch dunga.

Bhide apne haath se Madhavi ki chut ke baal nochne lagta hai aur Madhavi dard se chillane lagti hai.

Madhavi: Ahooo maaf kar dona. Kal se ek bhi baal nahi dikhega sharir pe, sorry.

Bhide Madhavi ki chut pe do khich ke chate marta hai aur bolta hai, “Chal rand maaf kiya aaj. Kal tak sab saaf hona chahiye,” aur sone chala jata hai

5 baj chuki thi. Madhavi bistar se uthti hai aur sheeshe ke paas jati hai aur apni chut ki halat ko dekhti hai. Woh decide karti hai ki kal woh isko tight karne ki dawai Dr Haathi se le kar aayegi,

Woh apni nighty pehan kar bathroom mein chali jati hai. Aur apni pussy aur ass ko achhe se shave karti hai. Tabhi doorbell bajti hai. Madhavi apni chut pe se baal saaf kar ke chali jati hai darwaza kholne.

Par jaldibazi mein apni nighty niche karna bhul jati jo usne shave karte waqt upar chadayi thi, Darwaze par doodh wala khada hota hai. Madhavi darwaza kholti hai.

Madhavi: Arre bhaiya aap? Main abhi patila lekar aati hu.

Doodh wala Madhavi ki chut dekhta hai.

Doodh wala: Ka madam har mahine paise dene ke bajaye apne chooche dabwati ho. Aaj bonus dene ka irada hai kya?

Madhavi: Arre bhai kya bol rahe ho aap? Kal hi toh aapse boobs dabwa kar picchle mahine ka hisaaab clear kiya tha.

Doodhwale ka lund khada ho jata hai. Woh Madhavi ke chooche dabbakar darwaze ke bahar kich kar le jata hai. Aur apna lund nikal kar Madhavi ke chut mein dal deta hai.

Madhavi ke sharir me current daud uthta hai aur woh chila padti hai, “Ago bai.”

Side se sodhi uth jata hai apne darwaze se bahar nikal kar dekhta hai. Woh Madhavi ki chudati hui ek video bana leta hai. Madhavi ki zabardast chudai ho rahi thi. Doodh wala Madhavi ko zameen par lita kar chodne lagta hai.

Doodhwala: Wah memsahab kya jism hai, chut to waah maza aa gaya.

Madhavi: Ab to chhod do please. Ago bai. Jane do na, bhaiya.

Sodhi yeh saari video record kar leta hai. Aur doodh wala Madhavi ko baja kar uski nighty niche kar ke doodh dekar chala jta hai. Madhavi jaise taise uth kar bathroom mein jati hai aur naha ke towel lapet kar bedroom mein ghusati hai.

Bhide ki neend khul jati hai. Woh Madhavi ko piche se jakar dabochata hai aur uski gaand pe apna lund set karta hai. Ek hi jhatke mein pura lund uski gaand mein utar deta hai.

Madhavi: Aah, kya aap fir subah subaah chaalu ho gaye.

Bhide ko Madhavi par gussa aa jata hai aur woh tez tez dhake dene lagta hai. Madhavi ka towel khul ke gir jata hai. Bhide Madhavi ke boobs pakad kar usse aadhe ghante tak lagatar bina ruke thokta hai. Madhavi ki halat buri ho jati hai.

Madhavi: Abe oo hawas ke pujari, chhod de bhosdike. Main teri patni hu koi bhade ki randi nahi jo itna ucchal uchaal ke gand mar raha hai meri.

Bhide Madhavi ke dono haatho ko apne haath se daba deta hai aur uski gaand pe bina ruke 40 spank karta Madhavi ki halat kharab ho jati ha aur woh rone lagti hai.

Bhide: Ab bol randi kaisa lag raha hai? Ab pata chala ki lund ka gussa kya hota hai?

Madhavi se chala bhi nahi jaa raha tha. Woh langrate hue chal rahi thi. Bhide Madhavi ko pakad kar almari tak lekar jata hai. Aur almari se uski 36 no ki black colour ki ek bra aur ek black colour ki panty nikal ta hai.

Uski sleeveless blouse aur sari nikal deta hai aur apne haatho se apni biwi ko kapde pehnane lagta hai. Tabhi use kuch sujata hai.

Bhide: Arre Madhavi ek kaam karo. Tum jhuk jao aur mera lund ko chusti raho. Main tumhe kapde pehana deta hu aur tumhe to pata hai mujhe naa shabd se kitna nafrat hai.

Madhavi: Theek hai bas aap gussa mat hona.

Aur woh jhuk kar Bhide ka lund apne muh mein leti hai aur usse choosne lagti hai. Madhavi ki gand ko Bhide press karta hai aur uski ek tang utha kar usme panty pehna ta hai. Aur dheere dheere sare kapde pehna deta hai.

Madhavi ne ab ek sexy sa sleeveless blouse aur red colour ki saari pehni thi. Madhavi uthti hai aur Bhide ka sara ras pi jati hai. Fir Sonu ka tiffin pack kar ke use skool bhej deti hai.

Kyon ki aaj Sonu ka paper tha aur Tapu ki chutti thi. Tapu ne commerce li thi uska paper do din baad tha. Jethalal ne Tapu ko Bhide ke yaha maths ka tuition de rakha tha. Bhide ko bhi jana tha aur Tapu ki tuition class thi.

To Bhide Madhavi ko bol kar ke chala jata hai ki Madhavi uss par nazar rakhe jab tak woh bank jaa rha hai. Madhavi ko bhi bahar jana hota hai Dr Haathi ke paas. (Aap ko to pata hi hai kyon)

Madhavi Tapu ko padhne ka bol ke Dr Haathi ke paas chali jati hai apni chut tight karane. Madhavi Dr Haathi ke ghar pahuchati hai. Komal ghar par nahi thi.

Madhavi: Dr Haathi, kal raat ko inhone mere saath kuch zyada hi kar diya. Mera woh thoda dheela ho gaya. Kuch illaj hai mera woh tight karne ka?

Dr Haathi: Madhavi ji illaj to hai par uske liye mujhe aapka thoda sa check up karna padega. Aayia andar.

Madhavi ko bedroom mein le gaya aur kehne laga ki, “Main aisi chizo ka illaj yhi karta hu.”

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The things mentioned here may be brutal. So, read at your own risk. And it’s for 18+

We were gone on a trip. We had around 30 to 40 students with two instructors. Sir Bisub also knew how to drive, so he was driving our bus. This bus was a special bus designed for storing fuel for long-distance with a solar panel on it.

It was designed by us students with teachers of our college. At night, with a full battery charger and full tank, it can run 900 km. Well, we had girls majority on the trip. Only 9 of us were boys including Bisub sir.

The trip was to the Amazon rainforest. We were traveling through the path and riding one hill. We were going to set a campfire on top of the hill.

We were about to go to the top and an old man approached us.

Old man: There is going to be a storm, so be cautious.

All of us nodded and went to it. He was the hotel owner we stayed with yesterday. I remember the thing he said. “It’s a mysterious forest. Many men went missing in it. And the women who came out became pregnant. There was a demon inside it”.

Yeah, we all were laughing at his talk. Then I fell asleep a little and woke up after one turbulence.

Me: Ouch… What is happening?

Then I saw one thunder cloud was upon us. Sir was trying hard to control the steering of the bus. The girls were crying and shouting. Suddenly, the earth below the right wheel blew away and we rushed toward the jungle.

The bus hit on the tree stem was on side. Due to the turbulence, sir fell off and cried. I couldn’t see what happened. We were still running down the hill. Then mam tried to control the bus. I went to help her and it was so hard to reach to driver’s cabinet.

Our class monitor Anwesha was on my front seat. She held my hand and told me not to go and sit with my seat belt tied. Mam nodded. She was watching me and my eyes became big. Then, one branch stuck at her neck and her head flew side. The blood splashed on me and Anwesha.

We both panicked and cried and I passed out. Then 4 hours passed. When I opened my eyes, we were still falling. Then I saw my watch and realized that 4-5 hours had passed. Suddenly, I saw one twig approaching Anwesha and stuck on her dress. It lifted her and dragged her two-seat back. Not to mention that the bus was in terrible condition.

The windows were broken, and the floor was about to tear off. I jumped from my seat, grabbed Anwesha, and tried to pull. But it was hard. I had no choice and I ripped her clothes. And that branch went back.

We fell to the floor. Anwesha was naked upper half. Now I came to think of it, that she was quite a cute girl. Her personality was dominating, good at sports, and average at studying. That was why she was elected to be the class president.

Her small lips were red, justifying her white color skin. Then I realized she had no breasts at all. Only nipples were budding out but no expansion of breast fat. Then I touched the nipple. But it turned out to be sensitive. She shook a little and hugged me, wrapping her hands around me.

I put my left hand on her bare back, my right hand on her head, and at her ears.

Me: I am sorry.

The turbulence was still strong. I had an erection for the bare body of a girl. And she also knew it. She also held it and placed it in a comfortable position. Now the bus had slowed down. I headed towards the front to stop the engine manually, if possible.

And then we saw the driving seat. Our mam was dead.

Anwesha held me tighter and I opened the engine room. The hotness was terrifying. Then I looked around and saw hardly 15 were alive. And only Andrew was alive from the boys. But he was nearly half dead.

His hand was bleeding. I saw around. Then we came out of the bus and pulled the things off anything that was left. My classmate Anwesha was still holding me. Then Dipali came and asked –

Dipali: Anu, wear is your shirt?

She nodded and let go. Then she tried to hide her chest.

Me: Come on! Don’t you have those?

And all smiled a little. Then I gazed at all of them and they were wounded more or less. I saw Dipali. Her left hand had a big cut. I pulled some clothes and wrapped them in them. Her boobs were really big. They were bigger than her head.

She was wearing a white tight t-shirt with parallel navy-blue lines. When I was binding her hand, I touched them. And the smooth thing was like some balloons filled with liquid.

We checked our phones and found no network. Even Google Maps or GPS, nothing was working. Then one girl Ds said that her compass couldn’t say which way was north. They were talking and some were worrying. Then I heard something and I shouted.

Me: Wait, I think there is a water source nearby.

Anwesha: Where?

Me: Let me go and check.

Anwesha: Ok, I am coming with you.

Dipali: Me too.

Then we 3 went into the jungle with a 2-liter Coca-Cola bottle. And I took a steel stick and go on marking on the tree which way we were going. You know, it would be a pain in the ass if we got lost. Then we went deep, following the slow water voice.

And finally, after 15 minutes of the journey, we got to the flowing river. Then I went to the water and drank some. It was crystal clear.

Dipali: Wow!

Me: Eh! What?

She pointed towards a tree with blue fruits. Thinking of which, it was like nectar in the situation we were in. Then I saw some brushes on the tree. Well, I ignored them thinking of wild animals. We 3 wanted to plug them, but they were very high. Then we threw stones at them and got some of them.

Anwesha asked me to eat one, but I denied saying, “My belly is not hungry yet.” Dipali ate one and Anwesha was eating with enjoying the flavor. Then I went to fill our two 2-liter bottles. And after I have done, I returned. I saw Anwesha was on half and Dipali had eaten one.

Me: Oh, my god!

Both: What happened?

Then I pointed to the cut hand of Dipali. It was miraculously closing the wound. I noticed some bulge on Anwesha’s chest but didn’t notice much. They were very happy. Then Dipali ate 3 more. Now we were inspecting the areas and Dipali had opened the bandage.

After 5 to 6 minutes, the girls felt a little hiccup. Dipali was getting a lot. Then I gave them water. Dipali drank a lot of water. After they drank it, their hiccup stopped. But they started to touch their boobs. I now noticed Anwesha’s chest had gotten big. Yeah, that was big, enough to hold by my hands. She was also looking surprised.

Then she lifted her top out of surprise. Her boobs bounced and her nipples were staring at me.

Anwesha: Well, my little thing got up. What are you getting hard on? Pervert!

Me: Sorry, your flat chest became, how?

Dipali: Guys, I am feeling a little troubling. I feel like something sprayed inside of my chest.

Her legs were shaking like an earthquake. Then she knelt like some animals and started to breathe heavily. I noticed now that her boobs had become round. Usually, as she had big breasts it was like hanging ones. But this time, her boobs were like balloons have blown to their fullest.

Now she just faced upwards and had a satisfying expression on her face. And I saw her boobs gave a stream of the white stuff.

Anwesha: You are milking.

She stood up and the fountain wasn’t stopping.

Dipali: I don’t know what is happening.

Anwesha went to touch it and the milk squat again when she touched it. Then we felt a little fearful. Some strange noises were coming toward us. And out of nowhere, 8 to 9 people came out. They were with some weapons made of wood, stone, and iron crafts. They were dressed like wild and had some tattoos on their faces.

We had a bad feeling and we ran. But they were faster and soon we got caught.

Then one person saw a wet dress of Dipali. He tore that and saw the milk. Some drops of milk were still coming from her. I had my penis big. They noticed it and opened my pants. One of them went to another side of the river and plucked some leaves of some small tree.

He then pulled his knife and came towards me. I had a bad feeling about it.

Two of them came and held me soundly. They were strong. One man opened my mouth and the man took the knife and try to crush those leaves and put the juice in my mouth. 4 drops of them I drank.

Then he pulled some pot and pour water and I drank that too. Now my inside was feeling hot and soon that went to my balls. They were more like burning and my dick was erect as big as it could be.

Then one guy pulled Anwesha to me and made her kneel. He opened her mouth and put my dick in her mouth. Yeah, they wanted her to give me a blowjob. That was hell erotic! Anwesha didn’t resist and did it happily. Her mouth was filled with saliva. And her soft lips were touching my dick and her tongue was wrapping around it.

Her lips were naturally pink, but now they had turned total red. The man was holding her head from the back. Then I saw Dipali. She was undressed. One man stretched her legs and pushed his dick in. She was getting rapidly fucked by them. But moreover, she was enjoying it!

Then I saw my dick. Their dick was the same as my size. I mean, after drinking those leaf drops, my dick had become like theirs. Anwesha was still sucking my dick. I wanted to hold her head, but I couldn’t. It was feeling good.

The guy fucking Dipali had cummed and 3 persons were holding her. Two were holding her shoulders and one was fucking her with his raw strength. I mean he had lifted her alone and moved. It wasn’t a small thing.

I had an urge to cum. And I could feel Anwesha had been sucking mine. Then I closed my eyes as I was about to cum and I felt the pressure. It was like someone swallowed my whole dick and I couldn’t stop cumming. In 3 seconds, I cummed for 3 whole seconds.

Truly I can’t say, it was too relaxing. When I opened my eyes I realized that it was hard for my classmate girl . She was coughing. White sperms were coming out of her nose. Then she opened her mouth and face down. They opened her tied hands. She bent and coughed a lot.

I was feeling sorry for her. Then when she got a little okay. Then two-man held her body and pulled her pants. Her hole was in front of me. And it happened, they put her vagina on my penis top. The other two came and held her legs.

She was enjoying the rough treatment and was not resisting even slightly. Then they pushed her, but she was so tight that I couldn’t get in. I was also feeling pain.

Anwesha: Aahhhh… no.

The guy next to us did something suddenly. I closed my eyes. I felt my dick was going inside of some narrow thing. Although it was still tight but compared to before, it was nothing.

Then I opened my eyes. I saw Anwesha was spreading her hole to take my dick. I had calmed down a little. And I was just thinking that and, swoosh. My full penis went inside of her. The men had pushed her hard, so I nailed deep in her.

Her shaved pussy had red color blood coming out. Yeah, my classmate girl was most probably a virgin. Then they pulled her holding her soldiers and pushed.

Her inside was burning hot. And it was 3 full up and down and she couldn’t control and pee. My pant became wet. Now they began to pull and push her faster and up and down. In and out, in-out and she cummed. It became a lot easier and she also stopped moaning.

The wind flew and her dress stuck on the man’s knife, which was in his belly pocket. I saw front to realize Dipali had passed out. I didn’t know what happened. Then they talked in some language and the man stopped pulling Anwesha. I was inside her. Then they opened my mouth and made her stick to my body.

They tied her hands to my hands on the back. Her vagina was so wet and slippery. That even one slight move could result in great stimulation. Then they tied her legs to her back too. My head was spinning. Her naked body was against me.

I could feel her newly made big boobs were against my chest and the nipples were rubbing. We were facing each other. You know I wanted to kiss her. But she was our respected class president.

Then I saw they took Dipali inside the camp and left us alone. We knew we couldn’t make noise. Then I gathered my guts to shout loud. But seeing the dead standing girl, I lost all my gut. Well, with that, my penis was erecting and calming as I breathe.

Me: I am sorry.

Anwesha: What can we do?

Me: I was so afraid.

Anwesha: Well, it hurts a lot, but still I feel good.

Then she kissed my lips! And think what, my penis grew a little more erect. That is what I think. Then she started to move a little up and down. That was the crazy thing I had done in my life. And soon, I reached my limit.

Me: I am going to cum.

And I sprayed. I cummed inside my class monitor. But I hadn’t finished cumming yet. The cum wasn’t stopping and I passed out.

End of part 1. So, tell me how it is?

Hello friends, aapka swagat hai part 2 mein. Pichle part mein aapne dekha ki kaise Jay uncle ne hamari help ki, aur kaise hamne whatsapp pe chat ki. Ab aage –

To ab doosre din hum gym mein mile, aur hamne aaj bhi bahut saari baate ki. Darasal main kisi se baate nahi karti hu. Lekin ab Jay ne hamari help bhi ki thi, aur wo acha aadmi lagta tha, to main baat karti thi.

Jay: To kab jana hai coffee pe? Lagta hai tum bhool gayi.

Main: Nahi main bhooli nahi hu. Kal Saturday hai, aur chutti hai. Kal shaam jaate hai.

Jay: Ok.

Agli shaam ko Jay uncle ne mujhe call ki, aur bola-

Jay: Tum ready ho ya nahi?

Maine kaha: Haa aa rahi hu.

Fir main aur Divya dono scooty pe gaye. Unhone ek cafe ka naam bataya tha, aur hum waha chale gaye. Jay pehle se hi aaye hue the. Unhone hath mein sone ka kada pehna tha, aur gale mein sone ki chain pehni thi. Aisa lag raha tha, ki koi party mein jaa raha ho.

Fir hum cafe mein gaye, coffee pee, aur kuch baate ki idhar-udhar ki. Jay ne hame bahut kuch bataya, ki city mein yaha ghoomne ko acha hai, waha acha hai wagaira-wagaira. Fir usne kaha-

Jay: Jab aapko chutti ho, tab hum jayenge.

Hamne bhi haa kaha. Fir hum sab chale aaye room par. Tabhi thodi der baad Jay ki mujhe call aa gayi, aur unhone kaha –

Jay: Kya kar rahi ho?

Aur hamari baate shuru hui. Jay ek aisa aadmi tha, jisko ladkiyon se baat karna ache se aata tha. Wo bahut respect se mujhse baate karta tha. Main bhi bahut respect se unse baate karti thi.

Jay: Tum aaj bahut achi lag rahi thi. Waise to har roz lagti ho.

Maj: Oh! aisa kya? Theek hai.

Hum ab har roz 1 se 2 ghante phone pe baat karte the. Mujhe bhi ab kuch ajeeb nahi lagta tha. Main bhi idhar-udhar ki baate karti thi. Shayad unka jaadu mujhpe chadh raha tha.

Ek din main aur Jay uncle aise hi baahar coffee ke liye gaye the. Jay aur main baato-baato mein bahut ghul-mil gaye, aur Jay ka hath kab mere hath pe aa gaya, mujhe samajh hi nahi aaya. Unhone mera hath aise hi pakda tha, aur hum baate kar rahe the.

Thodi der baad mujhe ehsaas ho gaya, aur maine apna hath hata liya. Tab Jay ne meri taraf dekha, aur sorry kaha.

Wo bola: Galti se ho gaya.

Maine theek hai kaha, aur waha se main wapas aa gayi apni room pe. Bahut dino baad kisi ne mujhe aise pakda tha, to main ghabra gayi thi. Main room pe aake sochne lagi, ki main unse thoda zyada ghul-mil to nahi gayi na.

Aise hi din beet rahe the, aur hum ab dono calls pe bahut baate karte the. Mujhe bhi unki baate sunna pasand aa raha tha. Mujhe ye sab acha lagta tha. Unka bolne ka tareeka bada acha tha. Aisa lag raha tha maano koi jaadu kar raha ho.

Waise main zyada ladko se baate nahi karti thi. Lekin Jay uncle ne maano kya jaadu kiya tha. Mujhe ab unse baat karne ki aadat ho gayi thi. Unse naa bolu, to neend hi nahi aati thi. Ek din aise hi baat karte-karte Jay uncle ne kaha ki.

Jay: Mujhe tumse kuch kehna hai.

Main: Haa bolo, isme kya hai?

Jay: Pehle promise karo tum naraaz nahi hogi.

Main: Hmmm, aisi kya baat hai?

Jay: Pehle promise karo.

Main: Ok theek hai, nahi naraaz houngi.

Jay: Tum mujhe bahut achi lagti ho. Jab bhi tumhe bolu, to aisa lagta hai bolta hi rahu. Tumhe baar-baar dekhne ka mann karta hai. Lagta hai mujhe tumse pyar ho gaya hai.

Main: Oh!

Aur main thoda shock mein chali gayi. Main kya bolti mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha.

Main: Hota hai aisa kabhi kabhi. Hum bahut baate karte hai, isliye hota hoga.

Jay: Nahi sach mein, tum mujhe bahut pasand ho. Kya main tumhe pasand nahi?

Main: Aisa nahi hai, main kuch keh nahi sakti. Aap mujhse bade ho aur aap shaadi-shuda ho. To aapse aisa kehna galat hai.

Jay: Haa, shaadi-shuda hu, lekin dil maanta hi nahi hai. Jab tumhe pehli baar dekha tha, tabhi mujhe tum pasand aayi thi.

Main: Oh! aisa kya?

Aur main chup ho gayi.

Jay: Kya main aapko pasand nahi hu?

Main: Aisa kuch nahi hai. Mujhe aapse baate karna acha lagta hai. Waise main kisi se itna khul ke baate bhi nahi karti hu. Lekin aap jo bol rahe ho wo galat hai. Aapki family hai to ye sab bolna acha nahi lagta hai.

Jay: Wo bhi hai, lekin ab kya karu? Tumhe dekh le, to koi bhi pagal ho jaye. Main tumhe chaahta hu, aur chaahta rahunga, chaahe tum mujhe pasand na karo.

Main: Hmmm.

Jay: Agar tumhe meri baato ka bura lage, to maaf karna. Jo dil mein hai, wo maine keh diya. Agar tumhe main pasand nahi, to batao. Main aaj se tumhe pareshan nahi karunga.

Main: Usme pareshani koi baat nahi hai. Aap mujhse baate kar sakte hai.

Jay: Lekin main tumhe ab friend ke nazariye se nahi dekh sakta hu. Main tumhe bahut chaahne laga hu. Mujhe tumhari har baat achi lagti hai. Kya tum meri girlfriend ban jaogi?

Main: Hmm, mujhe kya bolu samajh nahi aa raha tha.

Jay: Batao, kya main tumhe pasand hu? Kya main tumse bada hu, isliye mana kar rahi ho.

Main: Haa wo to hai. Lekin galat lag raha hai kuch to.

Jay: Kuch galat nahi hai. Main aapko chaahta hu. Kya tum bhi mujhe chaahti ho? Girlfriend ban jao meri.

Main: Mujhe sochne ka time chahiye. Mujhe time do.

Jay: Ok kal tak bata dena. Agar haa ho to kal shaam 4 tak tum call karna. Aur naa ho to matt karna, main samajh jaunga. Fir maine ye baat Divya ko bata di.

Divya: Kya tumhe wo pasand hai kya?

Main: Haa hai, lekin alag nahi legega kya?

Divya: Kuch nahi hota hai. Agar main hoti to haa kehti. Waise bhi wo 35 ka nahi 28 ka lagta hai. Kya body hai uski, kya height hai. Maza aa jayega.

Main: Kuch bhi matt bol. Kya kare bata.

Divya: Haa bol tumhe bhi pasand hai to. Aur waise bhi tera boyfriend nahi hai, to tujhe koi to chahiye tha na? Ye zyada experienced hoga.

Main: Hmm, ok chalo so jao. Kal batati hu kya karna hai.

Agle din maine usko call nahi ki. Shayad wo bhi samajh gaya tha, ki meri naa thi. Usne bhi call nahi ki, aur raat ko mujhe sorry ka message send kiya. Tab maine unhe call ki aur bola ki.

Main: Ho gaya, itni jaldi haar maan li.

Jay: Ab kya kare, aapko main pasand nahi to? Main force nahi kar sakta aapko. Pyar karta ho tumse.

Main: Mujhe aapki yahi baat achi lagti hai. Meri bhi haa hai.

Jay ko kya bole samajh nahi aa raha tha. Maano unki khushiyon ka kinara choot gaya tha. Fir unhone kaha-

Jay: Kya main sapna to nahi dekh raha hu?

Aur ek baar kehdo.

Main: Ok, haa.

Jay ne mujhe agle din coffee ke liye bulaya tha.

Fir hum cafe mein gaye, aur baate karne lage. Aaj wo bahut khush lag rahe the. Baat karte-karte unhone kaha-

Jay: Kya main tumhare hath pe hath rakh sakta hu? Ab to tum meri girlfriend ho.

Main: Kyu, kya hoga isse?

Jay: Choona chaahta hu in komal hatho ko. Bahut dino ki tamanna hai.

Maj: Haa, theek hai.

Aur unhone mere hath pe ek hath rakha, aur baate karne lage. Unke wo gym waale hath rough lag rahe the. Lekin acha bhi lag raha tha. Bahut dino ke baad kise ne aise chua tha mujhe.

Unke hath mein maano jaadu hi tha, jo mujhe madhosh kar raha tha. Main sirf mehsoos kar rahi thi unke hath ke sparsh ko. Mujhe acha lag raha tha. Maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha, ki hamare beech kabhi aisa hoga.

Matlab main ek aise aadmi ke sath thi, jiski shaadi ho gayi thi, aur uska ek bachha bhi tha. Uski biwi thi, aur main uske sath affair mein thi. Ye mere mann mein kahi na kahi khatak raha tha. Ye galat lag raha tha, lekin maano unhone koi jaadu kiya ho. Maine unke hath ko apne hath pe rakhne se mana nahi kiya.

Hum aise hi dono baate kar rahe the. Jay bahut mazakiya aur romantic tareeke se baate karte the, maano unke paas koi jaadu ho ladkiyon ko ko kaabu karne ka. Thodi der aise hi baithne ke baad maine apna hath peeche liya. Mujhe zara ajeeb sa lag raha tha.

Waha cafe mein bahut saare couple the, aur hum bhi the. Lekin Jay jitna mature aadmi koi nahi tha. Jay ne mujhe kayi baate batayi unke jeevan ki. Unhone apni family ke baare mein bhi bataya.

Main: Aapne kabhi aapki biwi ke baare mein mujhe kaha nahi?

Jay: Isme kehne ka kya hai? Achi to hai

Main: To fir aapko girlfriend kyu chahiye?

Jay: Aisa nahi hai. Lekin mujhe uske sath utni khushi nahi hoti, jitni tumhe dekh ke hoti hai. Tumhara nasha hi kuch alag sa hai. Jab bhi tumhari in aankhon mein dekhta hu, aisa lagta hai inme doob jau.

Jay ki ye baate mere dil ko lag rahi thi, aur unke prati meri bhavnaye badh rahi thi. Kya pata ye meri nasamjhi thi ya bachpana. Lekin maine aisa kabhi feel nahi kiya tha.

Jay waise umar mein mujhse kareeb 14 saal bade the, aur usi ke kaaran unke paas itna saara anubhav tha. Unhe achi tarah se pata tha ki ladkiyon ko kya pasand aata hai. Aur kaisi baate karni chahiye ladkiyon se.

Mujhe to lag raha tha, ki unhone isme PHD ki ho.

Ab hum cafe se baahar aa gaye, aur car mein baith gaye. Main thoda baichain sa feel kar rahi thi. Mere shareer mein kapkapahat si ho rahi thi. Jay ne ye jaan liya aur mere hatho ko apne ek hath se pakad liya, aur gaadi chalane lage.

Main unki taraf dekh thi thi, aur saamne wo mere hath ko sehla rahe the. Ab mera hostel aane wala tha, to maine unhe hostel se mujhe door hi chhodhne ko kaha. Taaki doosri ladkiya galat na samjhe. Unhone gaadi rok di, aur meri taraf dekhne lage.

Ab main mera bag nikaal ke jaane wali thi, to unhone ne mere hath ko pakad liya, aur meri aankhon mein dekha aur apna muh aage kiya. Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aaya, aur maine apni aankhen band ki. Aur jaise hi maine aankhen band ki, Jay ne mere hontho ko choom liya. Mujhe ghabrahat si ho gayi, aur maine unhe bye kaha, aur darwaza open karke waha se chali gayi.

To be continued.

Aapko ye kahani kaise lagi batana zaroor. Meri mail id hai:

dipakkarad284@gmail. com

On a Sunday morning, Ashok is in the bed, thinking about how he had fucked Savita the first time. He wants to fuck Savita hard to make up for the last few days. He has not been satisfying her as he has a busy schedule.

Ashok looks for Savita but she has gone to her mother’s house as she is unwell. With nothing much to do, he meets some handymen who have worked in his house in the past. But one thing puzzles him. Why is it that all of them refuse to take money from him?

Find out in this video Savita bhabhi: Episode 15 – Ashok At Home. You can watch a trailer right here. Right now.

Liked the trailer? You can watch the full video by going to Google.com and search, ‘Savita bhabhi videos’. You will see the official Savita bhabhi video site in the first result. Or you can directly go to the website mentioned at the end of the trailer video.

Hello All, My name is Mayank. I am a 32-year-old guy from India, currently settled in Brazil. I studied in Germany and then moved to Brazil because of my Brazilian girlfriend and her father.

This story is about my mother, Heenal (55-year-old, stat 38D-32-36), who turned from a conservative Gujrati Indian lady into my father-in-law’s whore.

Let’s begin. Let me introduce the characters in this.
Me: Mayank (32) 5Ft 6 with a 6.5-inch boner and 3 inches thick.

My wife: Valeria (36) vital stats 34DD-30-36. I met her during my course in a strip club. She worked as a stripper there. Valeria eloped and fled Brazil with one of her boyfriends when she was 23. She was working as a waitress in a bar when a goon saw her.

Her husband sold her to the goon’s cartel, where she worked as a stripper. The police rescued her and all the other girls. She couldn’t land any other job other than this. She continued being a stripper, dancing naked in front of people. On one such visit to a strip club for fun, I couldn’t take my eyes off her beauty.

She saw me watching her and not lusting for her. She offered me a free lap dance and caught hold of me before leaving. We met each other after that. In the second meet, I was banging her already. Valeria was a stripper, but she never fucked anyone other than one man.

Her Father: Manuel (61), was fit and handsome with a 6inch boner 2.5 inches thick. At first, he was a farmer, then worked for some rich man and eventually took over his business. He had a high sex drive. He was the only man who fucked Valeria when she was a stripper.

Since she eloped, her father was not in contact with her and had no idea about her. He came over for his business trip and, being a sex addict, visited the strip club only to find his daughter dancing there naked. She gave him a lap dance and, at the same time, felt his cock harden for her.

Being a sex addict’s daughter, she was also turned on and took her father’s dick in her. Even she couldn’t take his stamina and couldn’t satisfy him. That night the father-daughter duo bonded too much again. But this time, in a more open relationship. The daughter would get whores for her father every night.

My mother: Heenal, was a pious modern, God-fearing lady. My father cheated on her and left her with reasonable alimony, which helped her raise me and send me abroad. I was everything to my mother, and she loved me too much. She loved to be dressed in trendy clothes, but nothing showed her body.

I told her about Valeria and her age and background, but not her work. My mother was not happy at first but later agreed to my happiness. She flew to Germany, where Valeria and I got married. We then moved to Brazil to Valeria’s father’s place.

Manuel involved me in his business. He had a good house near the beaches where his chain of strip clubs and pubs in Brazil. He even ran a massage parlour which was nothing but a whore house, where the girls gave naked massages at first and then fucked with men.

He seemed like a tough guy for someone like my mother. Manuel would generally roam the city in his shorts and shirts with his buttons open. You could see his willy moving as he never wore underwear. I was worried that my mother would not like this and would ostracize me for getting into this.

Instead, my mother mixed in well with Valeria and, more importantly, her father. It had been three months. Initially, Valeria and I would have sex only when my mother was not in the house, but now she did not worry much. We had sex every day, and she was pretty wild too.

Summers had started, and Valeria would roam in the house in her thin gowns without her undergarment, and they showed ample cleavage. My mother always wore her traditional dresses, kurta, and leggings at home or when they went out initially. But I could see her changing.

She started wearing only her kurta without her undergarments. Weekends were busy for us; both I and Valeria would be at the pub. Valeria was one hot slut, and she matched my sexual appetite very well. We fucked every day, and now it was getting intense every time.

First, it was once every day, and in a few days, it went on to twice a day. When she needed my cock, she needed it. We would fuck in the car, my office, and the pub, and we even did it on the streets. It had been a month, and I had not spent time with my mom.

I was busy with work, and she would also spend a lot of time with Manuel. It was a hot Tuesday evening. Mom was sitting on the porch wearing her sleeveless kurta, which had a cut from the hip. Her whole leg was exposed, and she sat cross-legged on the couch. Her legs seemed toned and sexy.

Me: Why are you sitting alone here?

Mom: No, not alone. Manuel is coming. He went in to grab a beer.

Me: You like it here?

Mom: Yes, I do. Valeria is a sweetheart, and Manuel is nice too. It is nice of him to let us stay in their house.

Me: That is sweet of you. I know she is not the kind of daughter-in-law you wanted. You don’t like how she dresses at times or the atmosphere here. You are just doing it for me.

Mom: No, stupid, I love it here. I genuinely love Valeria, and there is nothing wrong with her dressing. It is too hot here, and besides, it is an open culture here. People stay naked at home among members. And considering her history, I know she wears those only because I am here.

My mother moved her leg, and I could see she had not worn any panty and her pussy was visible. It was clean shaved. I looked at it. She watched me stare at her pussy, and how she reacted after that blew me off.

Mom: Hey, stop looking like a hungry dog. Don’t you see Valeria’s cunt every day? You horny boy.

I was spellbound and was lost for words when she said that.

Me: You know about her history.

Mom: Yes, I know she was a stripper, and she used to dance naked in the strip club. Also, she fled with a pimp who made her stripper, and Manuel fucked her.

I never imagined that I would hear these words from my mother. I looked shocked.

Mom: Don’t worry. I am okay with it. I have no issues. She is one sexy girl who can satisfy my horny son. I know what a fucker my son is. Valeria told me. Yeah, she sometimes tells me about your fuck sessions, like the one you had in the woods, in the office the other night on the side of the road. She told me all. And I must say, my son knows to satisfy a woman very well.

My face was shocked, and I was blushing. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Valeria came while mom was talking to me and sat next to her. She was wearing her bathrobe and was naked inside.

Valeria: Haha, look at him.

Both were laughing at me.

Mom: My poor boy, relax. It’s okay. I love Valeria. She has taught me to live my life for myself and not society. So you also don’t bother about back home. Enjoy your life here. Do whatever you feel like. I told Valeria I was fine if she wanted to be in a bikini at home or even naked.

Valeria: Yes, so am I. see.

She opened her bathrobe before mom and me and showed her naked body. She let the robe stay like that. Manuel walked in shirtless. Valeria was naked before him, and my mother’s whole legs were on display. She brought beer for Valeria and gave it to me too. I was hesitating.

Mom: Drink. You are a grown-ass man now. Now, why are you shy?

Valeria: Yeah, C’mon, your mom is being so bold, and why are you so shy. I told mom that she should start dressing in more one-pieces or bikinis if she wished. It is pretty hot here, and those kurtas make her sweat. But she tells me you won’t like it and what will dad think about it. Why won’t you like it?

I also now got bold and replied.

Me: Why would I have a problem. She is free to wear whatever she wants, just like she said, live your life. She should do too. I don’t mind if she wears a bikini at home or outside or stays naked. It is her choice.

Valeria: See, I told you, there is more that it meets the eye with him. Just enjoy your life.

Mom and I were looking at each other and talking through the eyes. I gave her a nod of yes with my eyes.

Manuel: Great. Then let’s celebrate. Here grab a beer, Heen. Come on, drink with us.

Mom took the bottle, and we toasted and started drinking. I was watching mom, but she did not create a face. I understood she did drink before too. Valeria got up and came close to me.

Manuel talked about his experiences, the ladies he has slept with, and the sexual encounters. It was almost an hour. Valeria had removed her robe, staying naked totally. We all were 3 beers down, and I was surprised at mom. Valeria was rubbing my cock over my shorts, and she whispered.

Valeria: Fuck me, baby, let’s go in.

I excused myself that I had to pee, and so did she. We went into the room and started kissing each other. We both had a quickie in the bathroom, and I returned to the living room. I saw the bottles there, but Manuel and mom were not there.

I picked mine and walked past Manuel’s room, where I heard soft moans.,I went near the door and felt my mom’s voice. The door was locked. I went around the house, peeped in from the window, and got the shock of my life. My mother was sucking Manuel’s cock, and she was stark naked.

He pressed her boobs, and another hand fingered her pussy from behind. She sucked him for 5 minutes, then turned around and started riding him. I couldn’t hear them as the window was closed. She bent forward, and Manuel was sucking her boobs while pounding her pussy.

They fucked in that position for 10 minutes. Then he turned my mom into a doggie position and started pounding her from behind. I saw her buttocks were nice and big, and he was spanking them. I put my ear to the window and heard them.

Mom: Aah! Easy you bastard. They are still red from morning’s spanking.

Manuel: I am sorry, love, but I cannot get enough of them.

Mom: We fuck at least 3 times a day, and you fuck my ass every day. You still can’t get enough. Aaahhh!

Manuel: I love your pussy and ass, and I am crazy for it. If we stayed alone without them, I wouldn’t have taken my dick out from your pussy.

He pounded her hard for ten minutes. When he was about to come, she went on her knees and took his cum in her mouth. She gulped it down, and they both kissed passionately after that.

Manuel and mom both cleaned themselves. Manuel was smoking pot and sitting on the chair naked. Mom came in, sat in his lap naked, and took a drag from him. She also had a tattoo on her pussy, and behind on her ass. It read “FUCK ME!” in Spanish.

My head was spinning now. I had too many surprises. But what I heard next was even more shocking.

Manuel: So how was it? Did Mayank say anything?

Mom: He sure was surprised to see me dressed only in the kurta and how I was sitting, showing him my cunt on purpose, my bold talks. Valeria was sitting naked in front of us. She helped a lot. While drinking beer, also he looked at me. Valeria made him admit and accept that I wear short clothes or a bikini or stay naked as per my choice.

Manuel: She did that? That is nice. So now, at least, I can see my baby in a bikini daily.

Mom: Yeah. I am so happy. Thank you.

Manuel: Thank you for what? I told you to let me talk to him. I would have told him that I am dating your mother and we will have sex daily. He is a grown-ass man, and he is banging my daughter even now. He wouldn’t have objected.

Mom: I don’t want my son to see me like a whore, so this is important. Even though I am your whore that is a different story. But I cannot go to him and tell him that I am addicted to Manuel’s dick, and I fuck with him like a whore, roam in Brazil in skimpy bikinis.

Manuel: You are not my whore, but I want to make you my slutty wife. Once he is on a page, I will fuck you in front of him.

Mom: Yes, baby, when he is on the same page, I will get naked and fuck you the whole day. Now let’s get dressed and go back. They will be done with their fuck session by now.

They both got dressed and came back. I was sitting there.

Me: Where were you. I am drinking alone here.

Manuel: Ahh, We went to use the washrooms. Where is Valeria?

Me: Oh, you guys also used the washrooms like us. Valeria was tired and high, so she went to sleep.

Watching them in action, my dick was already hard and was seen from my shorts. MOM LOOKED AT ME when I talked about washrooms, and our eyes met. I was giving her a smirk, and she blushed. She doubted that I saw probably. But we did not say anything.

I wanted to enjoy the seduction and see what she would do next. What happened next will tell you in the following story. In the meantime, you can read my other story.

I still vividly remember that day, 2007 November. I was sitting in the coffee shop of Leela Palace (Bangalore) with a friend. I looked up when I heard a pleasant voice say, “I never imagined that I’d see you again, Adi!”

What I see is a lady in her late 40s, elegantly draped in a crisp cotton saree and sporting a warm smile that was welcoming on a cold wintery night. ‘Very few women can carry off a saree as gracefully as this lady,’ I thought.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m unable to recollect who you are,” I was embarrassed as I spoke.

The lady laughed and said, “So, within 15 years, you’ve changed me from Aunty to ma’am.”

I was more perplexed. I had no clue who she was, and she took full advantage of my situation. As if she taking pity on my situation, she asked, “Do you remember Riyaz? That same Riyaz who was your neighbour 15 years back.”

Then it suddenly clicked on me. They were our neighbours in Hyderabad when I was in my teens. Riyaz was probably 7-8 years old then, and I was about 16. Though they were our neighbours for only two years, we were very close.

Uncle used to work in a small company as a sales rep, and his job involved frequent travelling. So, aunty and Riyaz would spend most of their time with us. We would exchange food whenever some savoury was cooked.

They would wait for Dusserah and Diwali for the sweets my mom would prepare. We would get amazing food during Eid. Later on, Uncle got a job in Saudi. He wanted his family to move to Bangalore, where his parents were. Post their move, we never heard from them.

I was brought back from my memories by a tap on my shoulder. “Kaha kho gaye? At least now, do you remember me?” aunty asked.

“Of course, aunty, how are you? How are uncle and Riyaz?” I asked.

“All well. Are you here on office work?” she asked.

I said, “No, aunty, I live here with my wife and son. Mom and dad are still in Hyderabad.”

“Awesome, you’re bringing your family to have lunch with me tomorrow. Tomorrow is a Saturday, so I’m sure it’s a holiday for you,” she asked.

“I can surely come, aunty but family is in Hyderabad. Or else, I’ll come once they’re back,” I said.

She replied, “You come tomorrow. I’m leaving for Saudi on Monday. So let’s meet before I leave.” We exchanged our numbers, and she left.

Later that night, aunty texted me her address, and we agreed on the time. The next morning, I bought some chocolates – most of them being 5 Star because Riyaz liked them as a kid. Not sure if he still likes them, but I didn’t know what else to take.

As I knocked on the door at 11 AM, aunty opened the door. She was dressed in black track pants and a grey tee. That was the first time I saw aunty dressed in something other than a saree or a nighty.

“I’ve packed all the stuff that I would take to Saudi. I, anyway, can’t wear these there. So, till I travel, I would wear these,” she said as if she read my thoughts.

I was embarrassed and handed her the chocolate box with a smile.

“Thank you. So many for me?” she asked.

“Riyaz bhi toh hai. I got 5 Star for him, though. I’m not sure if he still likes them,” I said.

“So, were these not for me?” she said, and we laughed.

I was about to sit on the couch as we entered the house. She continued to walk in and said, “Come into the kitchen. I haven’t finished cooking. You can sit there and give me company while I cook.”

“Sure. By the way, I don’t see Riyaz,” I asked as I followed her.

“He’s in Saudi. Both the son and dad are working in the same company,” she said.

She handed over a cup of piping hot coffee to me.

We both took a sip. She was busy chopping some vegetables. I asked her, “How long has it been since Riyaz has left?”

“6 months and uncle hasn’t come for last 18 months. After uncle got a job the first time in Saudi, he wanted us to stay here with his mom and dad to support each other. 4 years back, my FIL died, and 2 years back, my MIL died. I was waiting for Riyaz to complete his studies. His dad managed to get him a job in the same company where he is working. They wanted him to join immediately. As he left, I stayed back to complete the sale of this apartment and get my visa. Finally, with all of them done, I’m leaving,” aunty replied.

“I’m sorry to hear about your in-laws. At the same time, very happy that Riyaz got a job. So you must be very happy that you’re joining them,” I said with a smile.

“Yes,” she said. I felt as if she said it more out of formality.

“Aren’t you happy?” I asked.

“I am happy. But I think that the price I paid for it is far more,” she said and was silent.

I was observing her. I could see her eyes welling with tears. I didn’t say anything and let her be for a moment.

She continued, “Life was always hard for me, Adi. Uncle always wanted to earn money. His ailing parents, the household chores and on top of it, managing a growing-up male kid. I was all alone, with no support and no one to share.”

I said, “Ummm.”

She continued, “My in-laws died after a prolonged illness. And two years back, I discovered that Riyaz was into drugs. I had a tough time convincing him to give up and had to put him in rehab. Even as I was going through this, uncle didn’t come here because he didn’t have leaves. I had to run around, get him into rehab and go through the painful process. There were so many nights when I was alone and wept at my fate.”

Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she was crying. I got up, grabbed some tissue from the kitchen platform and gave them to her.

“After he got out of the rehab,” aunty continued, “I thought things would be better. Riyaz finished his exams and was waiting for the results. One day, one of his male friends came home for a sleepover. I know him as well. They have both been friends for over 5 years. After dinner, we chatted for a while and then I headed to my room to sleep. They also went into Riyaz’s room. What I thought was a normal night gave me a shock of my life.”

She began sobbing. The way she was sobbing, several thoughts were running through my mind.

She continued speaking as she sobbed, “That night, I woke up for some water and from the slightly open door. I could see that the light in Riyaz’s room was still on. It was 3 AM. I felt they forgot to switch off the light, so I went to turn it off. What I saw left me in horror as I was close to the room.”

I put my hand on aunty’s shoulder and wiped her tears with my palms. She continued with tears rolling down her eyes, “Riyaz and Kamal were fully naked and were having sex with each other. Riyaz was on his knees, and Kamal was inside Riyaz from behind. I didn’t know what to do and how to react.”

“I rushed back to my room and was crying the entire night. The next morning, after Kamal left, I confronted Riyaz. Riyaz agreed that he was in a relationship with Kamal, and they intended to settle down in future. Apparently, when Riyaz was going through a tough time, Kamal was the only one who stood by him.”

Aunty paused, caught some breath and continued.

“I didn’t know how to reach. I didn’t want to shout at Riyaz. I calmly said it was ok. And after he left home, I called up uncle and asked him. Knowing how conservative uncle is, he began shouting on the phone. I calmed him down and asked him what should we do.”

“He thought for a moment and said, make some excuse and send him here for a few days. I’ll get him into a job and keep him away from his friend. We’ll see what to do after that. It sounded reasonable to me, and that’s how he is there.”

She stopped as she was crying uncontrollably. I held her hand and wiped her tears. Suddenly, she held me tightly, and I was shocked at this. I didn’t know how to react. I was never so close to her physically, and I am in her tight embrace.

I felt that she was looking for some emotional support. Very gently, I held her back.

“You know, your uncle never stood by me when I was raising Riyaz. He was always missing his dad. In search of male affection, he turned out to be gay,” she said and kept crying.

I thought I’d get her some tissues and some water. I was about to come out of her embrace to get some water. She tightened her grip around me. I understood she wanted more comfort, and held her back. Her warm and soft body is close to me. Her chest was completely pressed into my abdomen.

Her head was against my chest. I could feel her tears wetting my t-shirt. My palms were on the space between her blouse and the nape of her neck.

As she continued sobbing, I wanted to wipe her tears. So, I gently lifted her head by holding her chin. As I did that, she rose on her toes and kissed my lips gently. It was just a peck. And she went back.

But as she did that, one of my palms slipped onto her waist. While I loved the feel of her waist and those folds, I didn’t know whether to keep my palm there for longer. As I was about to move it away, aunty held my hand and placed it back on her waist.

All this was making it difficult for me. I was hard and struggled to ensure that it stayed away from aunty. At the same time, another part of me loved the way this was unfolding.

We stood like that for a few more seconds, maybe for a minute or two. I didn’t want to let go of this opportunity. I gently held her chin and lifted her head. This time, I placed a kiss on her lips. It was a little longer.

As I did that, I could sense her lips opening. The dry peck soon turned out to be a wet kiss. We probably kissed for a couple of minutes. It was wet, deep, intense and passionate. As we were busy exploring each other’s mouths, I let my palm go lower and grabbed her butt.

It was larger than I thought – but it was soft. I continued to hold it and knead it as we were kissing. As we broke our kiss, she held my hand and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom,” and turned off the stove.

As we entered the bedroom, there was a dressing table with a tall mirror. I took her to the mirror. I put my hands around her waist and began kissing her. As I was kissing her all over her neck, I pulled her closer to me using my hands around her waist.

Her butt was now pressed into my crotch. I’m sure she could feel how hard I was. I suddenly remembered something and said, “Condoms.” She looked at me with a smile and said, “I have some.  I found a few while cleaning up Riyaz’s room. I thought of throwing them away today – never knew they’d be useful.”

I began undressing her while kissing her on her neck and shoulders. I gently removed her saree, and it was lying in a pile in no time. For the first time, I could see aunty’s figure.

Shapely boobs held together by a blouse. A waist with just the right amount of flab. And milky white skin. She was still in her blouse and petticoat. I continued kissing her on her neck, shoulders and the nape of her neck. Her arousal was evident from the way she was panting for breath.

Her hands were around my neck, and she was pulling me closer to her. I was kissing her, licking her, pulling her skin using my lips and gently biting her. With every passing moment, she was getting more and more aroused. I moved my palms slightly above and cupped her breasts.

As I did that, I realized she was wearing a front-open blouse. I began unhooking her blouse. In no time, her blouse joined her saree. Now, I was eager to see her boobs. I slid the straps of her bra aside and, in no time, unhooked it.

Aunty was topless. She has a pair of sexy boobs – spotless skin, firm and round breasts, not too big and not too small, transparent brown areola and taut nipples. I could sense her pressing her butt further into my crotch. I turned her face towards me and began kissing her lips.

As we were kissing, both my hands cupped her boobs and were caressing her. I alternated between gently caressing, squeezing, and circling my fingers around her nipples. Occasionally pressing them between my thumb and index finger, ever so gently.

She suddenly released one of her hands from behind my neck and took it to my cock, caressing it over my denim. As she began doing it, I lowered my right hand towards her waist, pressed the flesh below her navel and inserted my palm into her petticoat.

I touched the elastic band of her panty. I pushed my fingers further in till I found her mound. She spread her legs slightly apart as my middle finger touched her clit, and I could feel her wetness.

“Someone is dripping,” I whispered and gently bit her earlobe. She gasped loudly and said, “Take me,” in a husky voice. Just that voice alone is good enough to turn a guy on.

I gently began circling her clit. I continued to caress her left boob, pinch the nipple and keep kissing her neck. In no time, her moans got louder while her body stiffened. It was the first of the many orgasms she had that day. As she was cumming, he held my hand tight.

As she settled, I said, “That was quick.” She responded, “I not only cum quick, but I keep cumming. Let’s see what you can do with this piece of information.”

“Whoa! Was that an invitation or a challenge?” I asked.

She blushed and said, “Invite.”

I walked her to the bed. As we reached, she began undressing me. I was busy freeing her from the rest of her clothes.

“Adi, I don’t know why but I could easily open up and trust you. I hope you are not viewing me as someone who sleeps with others at the drop of a hat. The thing is, I was missing affection and care. When you showered them on me, I fell for them,” aunty said.

I gently brought her closer to me, kissed her forehead and said, “I have immense respect for you, aunty.”

She hugged me tightly. We were completely nude, and it was amazing to hug her like that. Her softness and warmth were making my cock get firmer. My erection was rubbing her inner thighs and the precum all over. She gently spread her legs; that space was enough for my cock to spring up.

As it sprang up, it touched her moist pussy, and she moaned and hugged me tighter. I made her lie down on her stomach and began working on her back with my legs on either side of her. I rested myself on her butt ever so gently so that she didn’t feel my weight and my cock brushing her butt crack.

I bent down and began licking her all along the spine. As I went up, I leaned over her, pushed my hands between her body and the mattress to cup her boobs and began kissing her shoulders, neck, cheeks and lips. Her moans began increasing with every passing moment.

I slowly turned her around, spread her legs, placed my thumb on her clit and began licking her pussy. I continued licking as my thumb played with her clit. She came in no time, but I continued. As the intensity increased, I could sense her body stiffen, and her butt was lifting in the air.

I used the other palm to press her lower abdomen hard to pin her down to the bed. She cum again, but I continued increasing the pace of my thumb, pulled her pussy lips with my lips, left them in a go, and continued licking her pussy. As she came the third time, she said, “Stop. Please stop. You’ll kill me.”

She was almost breathless. As I left her and got up, she pulled me over, hugged me and said, “Insert. Now. I can’t wait anymore.”

Saying this, she stretched her hand to reach out to the bedside table, opened the top drawer and gave me the pack of condoms. I took one out and tore the pack. Aunty got up, took it from my hand, and lovingly rolled it over my dick.

She lay down. As I spread her legs and was about to enter, she said, “Please be gentle. I haven’t had it in over a year.”

As I gently entered her, she let out a moan. I leaned over her. Let her pussy adjust to my cock. And then I began fucking her while kissing her lips.

Within no time, she said, “Don’t stop. I’m cumming.” I increased the pace, and we cum together. I fell over her, and we were like that for a few moments. As I slowly rolled over, she held me and kissed me.

That was the first of the many sessions we had that day. It was truly amazing. She’s currently living in the Middle East. I have no contact with her after fucking the Muslim milf real hard.

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I guess it all began during that summer of covid in 2020. Thankfully, my college life had been spared the worst of the corona wave. I had graduated before campuses locked down and switched to ‘zoom classes’.

I spent four years in college as an introverted, timid, almost invisible boy. With a soft voice, with no distinct personality or charisma to speak of. Thankfully, I was 21 and had managed to secure a medium-paying job.

But, thanks to the lockdown, my reporting date had been deferred by eighteen months. I had no distinct interests or hobbies (except a passing interest in yoga). I was, as many people were during that time, bored out of my mind. I spent my entire day scrolling through Netflix.

I was reading senseless forwards on a dozen WhatsApp groups and occasionally going for walks. It was during this time that he moved into the flat opposite mine. A tall, slightly overweight man in his early fifties, with a full head of silver hair, a silver-black goatee, and a distinct pair of sunken but kind eyes.

After the first few days of eye contact, he recognized me as the boy next door. He smiled at me as I came and went. I began smiling and nodding back after a few more days. I overheard my mother gossip with the other neighbours that Ashok ‘uncle’ lived alone.

He kept to himself and didn’t cook (so many Swiggy deliveries). He worked in a senior position (VP+) in a prominent IT firm. One of my windows overlooked him, and I gathered that he slept late. The light in his bedroom stayed on until past 3 every day.

My first real interaction with him began with a knock on my door. I opened it, and there stood a man in an orange shirt, a Swiggy delivery boy.

“This is for B11. He’s not opening the door,” he said. In one fluid movement, he had transferred the bag from his hand to mine and sped off.

Just as he disappeared around the landing, the door to B11 opened and out came Ashok uncle. He was speaking in a torrent of Tamil, “Naan Dhaan varen nu kathunen la! (I said I was coming!).” He stopped and looked at me. “Oh… So you work for Swiggy now?” He grinned.

I automatically giggled almost girlishly as I handed him the bag. He examined the bag and swore. “He wouldn’t wait for me, and he’s given me the wrong order. Looks like he’s given me two thali meals instead of one plate of chapathi.”

“Oh… umm…” was all that I said.

“I heard you’re waiting for a reporting letter from XXXXXX.”

“Yes, uncle,” I said.

“Good place to start your career. Did Kaalidas interview you?”

“Yes, uncle! You know him?”

“I know a lot of people in the field, pa. Want to join me? I can’t eat two Thali meals on my own.”

“I already ate, uncle. Maybe some other time.”

I often wonder what would’ve happened if I had accepted his invitation that night. Would he have made a move?

Our next interaction was a bit more… ummm… physical.

We had gotten into the lift together (our flat still has one of those old lifts with a chain door that rattles as it closes). We smiled and nodded as he punched the button for our floor. Before the lift could begin its upward journey, one of the housemaids who worked in the building got in.

Instantly, he moved across the space that separated us. He pressed his full body on mine, moving as far away from the old lady as possible. Before I could even breathe, he whispered in my ear, pressing into me from behind. “I heard her husband got Covid last week.”

His lips were almost touching my earlobe. I felt goose-pimples erupt along the nape of my neck. I felt his musk around me – a potent mix of sweat, brut and old spice.

I was still a virgin. My only sexual experiences had been in the shower with my soapy hands jerking my hard dick to orgasm. I had never been attracted to men and…

The maid got off on the second floor. As she did, he put his arms around me from behind, hugging me with those two big tree trunks. He was much taller than me. I felt his crotch squish into the small of my back.

He pressed his lips into the back of my neck playfully and said, “Now, if we get it, we’ll get it together.”

I squirmed and tried to wriggle my way out of his hug while making his crotch grow harder and harder. My eyes widened as a rock-hard pole pressed into my back. When our floor arrived, he let me go, grinning as I ran away shyly.

I was a raging mess of hormones and lust for a few hours until everyone at home went to sleep. I masturbated to sleep under the covers, the feeling of his large manly body mashing against mine still fresh in my mind. I woke up the next morning feeling a bit silly.

I hadn’t thought of Tamannah, Samantha, or any other sexy woman on TV while masturbating last night. I had thought of Ashok uncle, the man who lived across from me, who was old enough to be my father (who, by the way, lived and worked overseas).

I shook my head as I picked up my yoga mat and headband and went to the terrace. I loved going through my routine early in the morning – in the cool morning air. I unfurled the mat and began stretching. Wearing thigh-length shorts and a sleeveless tank top that ended just above my midriff.

I heard the terrace door open, and Ashok’s uncle walked in. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and a dhoti.

“I can hear you now. My signal is quite good here,” He waved at me and continued talking business – forecasts, projections, timelines etc.

I continued through my routine. The doggy poses with my ass up and down. Raised arm poses that exposed my smooth armpits and flat stomach. Leg stretches that raised my loose shorts to the level of my crotch, and so on.

Twenty minutes later, I was covered with a thin sheen of shiny sweat when he finally hung up and walked up to me. I was lying down with my arms above my head. He stood over me and said, “Oh. So you’re a yoga master.”

I giggled and shook my head, “Edho konjam theriyum (I know a little).”

“Show me that Adho mukha shvanasana again,” he said.

“Huh?” he startled me with his use of the full Sanskrit name. “Which one is that?”

“Downward Doggy pa. Go to the Downward Doggy pose.”

I was slightly irritated with him for interrupting me. But I flipped over and raised my butt, stretching out with my hands on the floor.

“Hmm, hold it right there.” He went on his knees and got behind me, his face close to my ass. I felt one of his arms wrap around my midriff as he raised my ass even higher. He placed his other hand on the back of my head, pressing my head down to the mat.

“Hmm, good, this is the right and full way to stretch for this asana.”

I felt his beard prickle into my thin shorts, tickling my smooth butt cheeks as he pressed his face into my ass. His arm around my midriff went a few inches higher, rubbing roughly against my nipples.

I let out a moan involuntarily as my horniness from yesterday returned, raging like a hurricane. The moment he heard my moan, he stopped pretending.

He stood up with his arms still around me. Lifting me like a ragdoll and dropping me hard on my feet behind the water tank. Here, shaded by the surrounding trees, he took my face in his large hands and brought his lips close to mine.

“Ummmm….” He moaned, “I’ve wanted to do this for a while….”

“No…please,” I struggled weakly and tried to move my face away.

He held me roughly and pressed his full lips on mine, engulfing half my face with his mouth. I felt his warm tongue lick my chin and give my lips a long wet lick.

“Ummm… tasty.”

He was loud and insistent as he kissed me, sucking my lower lip, licking my chin, nibbling my nose and biting my cheeks. His tongue was warm, and his breath was minty cool. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks together, making my lips open for him as he stuck his tongue into my mouth.

I accepted his tongue shyly, moaning as it licked my teeth and swirled around my gums. I lost all sense of time and space, and his oral assault continued. I stood there, meek and passive, as he took what he wanted. Sucking my life out through my mouth.

I realized that I wasn’t wearing my tank top anymore, and my bare chest was exposed to him. He finally left my mouth. He licked my neck and moved to my arms as I gasped and caught my breath. He bit the smooth skin of my upper arm several times, leaving red marks.

He raised my arm and plunged into my armpit, sweaty and musky from the morning sun and the yoga. He began with tiny sweet sniffs of my pits, licking and nibbling. But soon, he descended into long squelchy licks and kisses, his spit mixing with my sweat.

He left my pits and bent down to my nipples, circling them with his tongue and nibbling them, making me moan and spasm. He grabbed one of my arms, which had been hanging passively on the side and took it inside his dhoti. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I felt a long hairy and hard cock, warm and throbbing inside. He made my petite hands clasp the monster between his legs. He looked into my eyes and pressed his body on mine as he shook back and forth, making my hand jerk him.

He put his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my tiny balls. He was making me moan and gasp and let out a little scream. “Ahhhh.”

“Tiny little sissy bitch, aren’t you?” he whispered. He squeezed my balls and my tiny but hard cock with his large hands. I felt the hair on his hands prick my thighs as he stroked, probed, and manhandled my crotch. All this time, he continued to make back and forth motions, making me stroke him.

“Tiny little sissy bitch, aren’t you? Yes or no? Answer me…” he gave my balls an extra-strong and painful squeeze.

“Yes,” I said, nodding, wanting him to let my balls go.

“Yes, daddy,” he said, with a bite on my nose.

“Yes, daddy…” I gasped in return.

“You want to cum for daddy?” he asked.

“Yes, daddy,” I ground my crotch into his hands. I was his, now and forever. My brain was a mess of pleasure chemicals and lust. I was now stroking his cock alone, not needing him to move.

He realized that and smiled, stroking my cock with long, insistent strokes, staring into my eyes. I melted for him.

“That’s it, baby, keep stroking daddy, make daddy cum too.”

I felt his cock grow harder as my hands grew sticky with precum and sweat.

“Keep stroking. Go faster,” he said, nodding and moaning.

My hands moved fast under his white dhoti as he gave a small scream. “Aaaaah. Don’t stop.”

He spasmed. His large body shook and shivered as his cock throbbed. He came with another loud moan, coating my hand with his hot, sticky cum. He hugged me close and ground his body on my crotch. He was rubbing his thighs on my shorts-covered dick.

I hugged back as I cum, wetting the front of my shorts. I collapsed and fell over him. Reeling from the biggest and best orgasm of my life so far. He hugged me, holding me close and feeling my heart pound against his chest.

“We’re having dinner together. Be at my house at 8 pm. Tell your mother you’re spending the night in my house, attending some Java training during US time.” He said and let me go.

He straightened his dhoti and dialled a number on his phone. As he walked away, leaving me spent and wet, I heard him say. “Okay, so those projections in the third quarter….”

I love hearing from my readers. I hope you liked my first gay experience. Send me your feedback and fantasies at [email protected].

This is my first story and my first step into this world of sex stories. I will try to justify the need for content and please the readers. I hope to strike an ambiance of sexual emotion with better vocabulary, imagination, and sometimes real touch to it.

Now, without rambling much, let’s dive into the story.

I am Ankush. I have been brought up in a pretty good family. My family was widely respected by every other folk in the city. My family consists of my mother, father, and me. Father of mine is a chemical engineer posted in South Dacota, America. He has been staying there for a long time now. He comes home very less, once in every 6 months. So, it is mostly me and my mom at home.

Let’s discuss something about my mom. She is a highly educated lady and is a professor at the University. She teaches Physics. Besides her brain, she is a beauty as well. She is very fair. And even at her age of 47, she has maintained a healthy figure.

She mostly wears a saree at her job. But prefers wearing salwar or shirt and jeans when outside. She is out and out modern. You all might have by now, become very enthusiastic about knowing her size?

My mother has 36″ sized, well-grown boobs with brown nipples (I have seen her boobs while she was changing once). Any grown-up man would want to touch, squeeze and suck them. And she is 34″ from the back.

Since my father earns pretty well and so does my mom, we have kept 3 to 4 helpers in our home. We have a lady cook Sahin, who is about 55 in age and a religious lady.

We have a gardener Shakib, aged almost 60. Shakib is the husband of Sahin. And their son, Javed who is 28, and is our driver. The whole family is employed at our house. My father has entrusted them and put them to work since they had once come and pleaded to him. They come from an economically poor background.

Javed had passed his high school and did not want to study further. So, he was put to work. He was an expert driver. Previously, he had a motorcycle which he used to roam around with friends all day.

By the way, Javed is a very handsome boy. He is dark, tall, and naturally muscular. He has maintained a good length of hair. Since, he, along with Sahin and Shakib stays in a room allotted for them in our house, I have seen him roam in a vest or shirtless.

He has a broad dark chest with hairs. He wakes up very early in the morning and works out at home. His biceps, his chest, and his manhood is something that any lady would die for. While he was in high school, he was expelled for a month.

And later, we came to know that he had molested a lady married teacher. So, I always knew that he liked aged ladies more than young girls. As he roamed around with his other stud friends, he passed bad remarks on married ladies.

Many times, we heard of fights that he had done with people, who stopped him from doing so. Currently, he was dating and fucking a married lady, whose husband was in the police and mostly on duty. He stayed with her the whole night and fucked her real hard.

People had seen him coming out of the lady’s house. That lady also got pregnant and people doubt it was Javed’s kid.

Javed drives our car and takes mom to university and brings her back. He never took any chance with my mom, knowing that we might throw him out of the job along with his family. And his random affairs kept him engaged. So, his lust did not find my beautiful mom yet.

Once it so happened that Javed fought with that married lady, whom he was fucking every day. He impregnated her and it was his child inside her. But she wanted him to not come to her anymore. He was angry and upset at the same time.

Months went on and he did not get any sex. He was hungry for sex.

One day, Javed was working out in the morning. It was almost 10 in the morning. And my mom was also getting ready for her university. My mom was changing her cloth.

As Javed had to take the keys to the car and get it ready for taking mom to her job, he came to her room. The door was a bit open. He was outside and saw her changing. So, he stood there and he saw my mom change her clothes. He was awestruck. And his pants formed the hill of his erected dick.

I saw him watching my mom change her clothes. Upon seeing me, he went away hurriedly.

Since then, our driver was falling for my mom and her beauty. Javed used to adjust the car glass and focus it on mom and see her cleavage while driving the car. He used to masturbate imagining her.

One fine day, it was rainy. Javed was sleeping shirtless. It was almost 5 in the evening and he had to pick up my mom from the university. But, since he was sleeping, he was late. His mobile rang and it was mom on the other side.

Then he quickly got up, wore his vest, and drove the car to the university. Mom didn’t have an umbrella. So, Javed had to bring mom in his umbrella. Both of them were wet since both could not adjust under one umbrella.

When they sat, mom was watching wet Javed in his vest. His hairy broad chest, muscular biceps appeared very attractive to her. She could not pull her eyes off that meaty man.

The rain had wet our driver Javed and made him look sexier. But Javed was driving the car without paying much heed to the looks of the beautiful lady looking at him.

As he drove home, my mom slipped and almost got a strain on her leg. Javed helped her as she was unable to walk properly. As he touched mom, a current passed through her body. Then Javed picked her up, in his manly big muscular arms and put her on the bed. While Javed was carrying her, both of them made constant eye-contacts with each other.

Wait for the next part…