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I am Neelu, 37 years of age, married, and have two children. Ever since I married my husband, my life has become lifeless, without sexual satisfaction. To this date, my hubby could not give me a single orgasm due to his premature ejaculation each time he takes me, that too once in a fortnight. This was till I was 25, after which there was no sex between us at all. He was very conservative and did not indulge in oral sex with me. He had a very small penis by any standard with only 3 inches when fully erect.

Sexual awareness started early in my life with soft adult stories and pictures that my friends shared with me. I lost my virginity to my tuition professor.

When I learned I was pregnant, my parents married me off to my present husband even though he was more than double my age. I had no say in it except to be silent on the insistence of my parents. I had do it to preserve the virtue and dignity of our family.

I was sexually very active in my college days in all respects, except pussy penetration. There was moral support from my mom as long as I did not lose my virginity. She even did not object to my boy and girl friends visiting me at my home for combined studies and casual visits. This was the past.

Coming to my present life, my sexual urges and needs kept burning me with desires. My hubby could not fulfill them. So I somehow started to take advantage of the opportunities that came my way in discreet relations. Some of these relations were short and spontaneous and some were long and ongoing.

I am relating one such experience which is with an African student who was studying at a college in India. I met him when he leased a portion of our villa with one room, study room and washroom. He was 20 years young and in his final year of graduation. At that time, I was 24 years of age and blessed with one son (from my first pregnancy from the professor. My hubby thinks our son is his).

From our first meeting, I felt sexual feelings between us. We both started befriending each other by sharing food and gifts several times when my hubby was at his business. My son was in primary school and returned home only after 4 pm.

The hope brought happiness in my life. I started to get closer and closer to the African student. His name was Jim. He was nice and tall (around 6.1) with an athletic build. My son also got very fond of him as he used to take my son on his bike trips during the late evenings.)

The first time it happened with Jim was on my marriage anniversary with my husband. I prepared some special food and I went to share it with Jim. It was a Saturday and a working day for my hubby.

I was in my favorite color saree, blouse, skirt and panties without a bra (I hate wearing bras). By rule, my blouses were modest without deep cleavage except a few which I customized for special occasions and hid from my hubby. I was wearing a very low-cut blouse that day.

I entered his room, placed the food on the table and asked if he would like to eat now or later. Jim was working out at that time and he was only in his shorts and nothing else. I could see his erection pushing out with a hard-on.

I told him it was my marriage anniversary. He greeted me by offering his hand which I shook. But he held on and pulled me to him! I could feel the sweat and aroma of his male body that really touched my sexual feelings.

Spontaneously, the African college guy took my lips in his mouth and started to kiss me. I let loose my hunger with dirty passion sending blissful sensations all through my body. I returned his kiss with an open mouth and kept sucking his tongue. He put his hands on my buttocks over my saree and pulled me hard toward his pelvis.

I felt his hard-on pushing hard at my navel while he continued to explore my mouth with his tongue. His hands kept on feeling, caressing and measuring my sexy wide buttocks of 40 inches. I kept my eyes closed and started to enjoy the feelings rushing to my every nerve while my hands circled around his neck. I was passionately enjoying the mouth-to-mouth kissing that I always love so much.

Then the African guy carried me to his bed and pushed me on my back while lifting my saree. He started kissing and licking my cunt over my panties for a couple of minutes. He pulled off my panties and inserted his tongue tip in my eagerly lubricated hairy pussy. I started to rock uncontrollably with the onset of my first orgasm in waves of blissful heaven against his tongue that I felt after a long time (except those solo orgasms that I feel with my self-stimulation).

He then turned into 69 and I grabbed his cock from his shorts without removing them. I started to suck his nice and shy black dick while pushing his cock head foreskin with the tip of my tongue. It kept growing which I could not measure accurately but it was huge by any average standards.

He kept licking my pussy opening while darting his tongue now and then on my flowery sphincter which drove me crazy with lust.

Suddenly, the African guy stopped licking my pussy and came on top of me and inserted his cock in my pussy. It truly hurt and pushed the limit of my pussy opening. My pussy tightly gripped his engorged cock. Inch by inch, he gained full access to my pussy. I felt his cock enter my womb. We lay silent without moving for a couple of minutes.

He then pulled out my boobs from my deep cleavage without opening the hooks of the blouse. He started to go berserk with his lips, tongue and teeth on my swollen boobs and my hard puffy nipples. I kept praying to God that this pleasure never stopped and he kept doing what he was doing to me.

My thighs were stretched to the limit as he slowly started to move in my pussy. I moaned in utter delight and sweet pain. The African student’s hands never stopped kneading my boobs and stuffing each boob in his mouth. I lifted my buttocks to receive his each thrust.

I let go my rushing orgasms with sweet moans of delight, passion and heavenly lust with each electrifying release of my sticky waters from my cunt.

To be continued in Part 2.

Hi, all. I am Chetan (m 25). I am back again with another story of my beloved Priya masi. I have written many stories about her in the past and you have liked them a lot. For those who hasn’t read them, you can go through them if you like.

A brief history about me and Priya masi. Our incestuous relationship began when I visited her home, and things got seductive between us. Since then, we have also been on a trip where an incident occurred. Priya masi is 5’3″ tall, has a dusky skin tone and has a 34-30-36 curvy figure. And I have a 6+ inch cock.

So this is the story Priya Masi narrated to me after I got a bit wild while fucking her. At her home, I got excited and slapped her while having sex. I didn’t say anything that time but realized I had gone far ahead. After having sex, I apologized.

But she said it was fine, and she enjoyed a bit of humiliation. After a pause, she told me that she was far much humiliated once long back. On insisting, she told me the whole story.

It happened when I was in school. She occasionally used to drop and pick me up from school. It all began when one of my friends gave me a letter to give to Priya masi. I was just a kid and didn’t bother much. So I gave that letter to Priya masi.

In that letter, someone praised Priya masi a lot. Like her looks, the way she walks, the way she dresses, everything. Priya masi was flattered but suspicious about who had written it. She found out that one of my classmate’s dad had written the letter.

After a week, she received another letter asking for permission to meet. Priya masi was skeptical. She wanted to end all this and tell that man she was married. So she agreed to meet him. They met after two days outside school, inside the person’s car.

It was a luxury car and looked expensive. Priya masi didn’t want to go in, but somehow the person insisted. So she sat inside.

Priya: Why are you doing all this? Please stop. I am married.

The person: Yes, you are married. But are you happily married?

Priya masi didn’t say anything as, at that time, things were not right with her husband.

The person: I guessed so. By the way, I am Sanjay

Priya: Hi, I am Priya.

Sanjay then offered her a bouquet, and she accepted it.

Priya: Thank you for this, but this has to stop.

Sanjay: Why, what’s the issue? Can’t we occasionally meet like this? See, I like you. But without your permission, I won’t try to do anything.

Priya: It is wrong. And what about your wife?

Sanjay: I don’t have one.

Priya: But I have a husband.

Sanjay: Who doesn’t appreciate you? Who doesn’t care for you? I am ready to do all this for you. Please at least give it a thought.

Priya Masi said nothing and left the car. After a week, Priya masi wrote a letter to Sanjay asking him to meet. They mate again outside the school in his car.

Sanjay: You look pretty today.

Priya: Thanks, but that flirting is not going to help you. We will meet like this and talk. Nothing else.

Sanjay: Fair enough. I enjoy this as well as spending time with you.

After that, they frequently met in his car. And they had long conversations. Priya masi kind of started liking Sanjay. And Sanjay noticed that too.

One day when they were in his car, he leaned forward and kissed Priya masi. She didn’t stop him and kissed him back. Sanjay then tried to place his hand on her breasts, but she stopped him.

Priya: This is not right.

Sanjay: What is not? You kissed me back. Don’t say you didn’t enjoy it.

Priya: Yes, but that doesn’t mean you can touch me wherever you want.

Sanjay: Okay, I am sorry, I won’t do it.

After that, they kissed again and chatted for a while. They met again a couple of days later. They kissed, and Sanjay again placed his hand on Priya masi’s boob. She got angry and slapped him. She scolded him and left his car.

After a few days, Sanjay apologized and insisted on meeting her. Priya masi agreed to it, but she said she wouldn’t kiss him again until she felt comfortable. Sanjay agreed to it.

Priya masi sat inside his car. Sanjay apologized again and offered Priya Masi a bouquet as an apology. She accepted the gift. The flowers were very beautiful and smelled nice. She took a smell of them and looked towards Sanjay, and smiled.

But within a few minutes, she started feeling dizzy, and everything was blurry. She fainted, and next, she woke up in Sanjay’s bedroom. She was still in her clothes, and she seemed perfectly fine. Sanjay didn’t take advantage of her.

Priya: Why did you bring me here? And that too like this?

Sanjay: What else should I have done?

Priya: Let me go home.

She got up and was about to go when Sanjay played a video on T.V. The video was of them kissing. It stopped exactly when he placed his hands on Priya masi’s breasts.

Priya: What is all this?

Sanjay: Don’t you remember what you did after this?

Priya: So this is all because of that slap.

Sanjay: You are an intelligent woman. And so you know, if this video gets to your husband, there will be consequences.

Priya: Are you blackmailing me?

Sanjay: Hahaha, no, I am just saying this as your well-wisher. If this video gets out, surely there will be a divorce.

Priya:( almost crying) What do you want?

Sanjay smirks and points down toward his crotch.

Priya: No, never. I cannot do it.

Sanjay: Okay, then you decided your future.

Sanjay was pretending to send a video to Priya masi’s husband. Seeing this, Priya masi knelt before him, joining her hand, begging for mercy.

Sanjay: Where was this attitude when you slapped me, huh?

Priya: Please, sorry, I will do anything but this.

Sanjay: The deal has been made. If you agree with it, then we both will benefit. But if you don’t, I am not losing anything, but you might.

Priya masi sat there for a few seconds analyzing the situation. She then looked up with watery eyes. Her face had a disgusted expression. But she had no choice. She had to do it.

She slowly raised her hand, they were shaking, and she unzipped him. She inserted her hand inside and touched Sanjay’s cock. She immediately withdrew her hand.

Sanjay: Hahaha, did it give you a shock? Let me help you with it.

Sanjay pulled down his pants and underwear. In front of Priya masi’s face lay a thick long cock. She kept looking at the cock for a few seconds. It was surely much bigger than her husband.

Sanjay: What are you looking at? Just do it.

Priya masi slowly raised her hand and placed it on the cock. She closed her eyes as she was so embarrassed for touching another man’s cock. Sanjay’s cock was pulsating in Priya masi’s hand. She could feel every vein on his cock. She then gathered courage and began the process.

She thought to get over with it as soon as possible. She started stroking Sanjay’s cock. Moving her hand from the tip to the base of the shaft. The skin on the cock stretched as she moved her hand down, while it relaxed slightly as she moved upwards.

Sanjay surely was enjoying the act as, after a long time, a female was shagging him. After a few minutes of stroking him, Priya masi slowly increased speed. Sanjay was moaning now a bit. But Priya masi was worried. She was doing it now for a few minutes, but Sanjay didn’t show any sign of cumming.

Her hand was getting tired. She changed her hand and continued doing the same. Sanjay’s mighty cock stood upright.

Sanjay: I won’t be done easily if you use your hand. Use something else.

Priya masi understood what he was asking for. But just touching his dick was so uncomfortable for her. How could she do it with her mouth? But to save the marriage, she had to do it. She licked his cock from base to tip. Moving her tongue slowly. Feeling the texture of his cock through her tongue.

She then licked his tip and looked toward Sanjay. It was almost a seductive look that Priya masi didn’t intend to give. She then took the tip of his penis in her mouth and sucked it a bit while still stroking his cock. Slowly her mouth covered more region of his cock than her hand.

Sometimes she took his whole cock in her mouth, reaching her throat. She gagged a couple of times but didn’t stop as she wanted to finish this. Still, Sanjay seemed far from ejaculation. Priya masi had read somewhere that men like their sack balls being fondled.

So she tried to implement it to make him cum faster. She caressed Sanjay’s balls, and he started moaning. Looking at the progress, she even sucked them in between. The trick worked, and Sanjay was about to cum. He instructed Priya masi to swallow all the cum and not waste a drop.

When Sanjay was about to cum he held Priya masi’s head and pushed his dick deep inside her mouth, and released all the cum. He ejaculated tons of semen which was going down Priya masi’s throat. When he pulled out his cock Priya masi started coughing. In the process, a few drops fell on the floor.

Sanjay kicked Priya masi and shouted, “I told you not to waste a drop. Now lick it from the floor.” Priya masi looked toward him, but he showed no signs of pity. She bent down and licked clean all the drops from the floor.

After a while, Priya masi got up and said,

Priya: Now we are even. I will be going and don’t you dare to contact me ever again.

Sanjay didn’t say anything. He just sat on his bed. As Priya masi was about to leave his room, he turned the T.V. on. And this time, guess what? The video of Priya masi sucking Sanjay’s dick surfaced on the screen. Priya masi was numb looking at it.

She looked like a whore sucking on his cock. She stood there motionless.

So this part ends here. I know it might feel a bit abrupt, and nothing much is happening in this part. But in the next part, things will escalate to another level. I will not disappoint you.

For this part, please give your feedback to [email protected]. Your feedback is highly appreciated. Thanks for reading.

Shruti was slipping into something comfortable for dinner. She couldn’t help but notice how she was still constantly getting wet. She put on a loose t-shirt over her nice laced bra. She couldn’t help but cup her tits. All the attention she got about 20 minutes ago, somehow, her nice beautiful tits didn’t get enough.

She was just about to put on her pants when she decided against it. She put on a denim skirt instead. To make things kinkier, she decided to skip her panties. As it is, she was constantly getting wet. She thought it best not to ruin a perfectly good pair of panties.

She wore her slippers and stepped out of the room. She thought she should check on Lekha as she crossed her door. However, she decided against it. She kept walking towards the restaurant. To her surprise, Rahul was already seated at the table, but Lekha was seated quite far away.

She was about to sit next to Lekha. But by then, someone else sat there, so she decided to sit opposite Rahul. She was thinking of being even bold and sitting next to him. However, Vineet and Shikha, the other Senior Partners, were already seated on either side.

It was a table for ten. She was making small talk with others at the table. She was also slyly trying to peek glances at both Rahul and Lekha. By now, one thing was very clear to her. These guys were the masters of being secretive.

There wasn’t even a hint of anything for someone to assume anything might have transpired. She was finishing this thought when she felt a foot brush her ankle. She was about to ignore it as an innocent accident when it happened again.

The sensation of the cold feet against her warm skin was rousing. The feet were now lingering at her ankle, the cold toes stroking her gently. With each stroke, she started feeling funny. The funny feeling was nothing but her gradually getting wet again. As it is, she was already wet from her previous session of fun.

She tried looking up at Rahul, but he seemed to have no expression. He seemed so composed, almost as if nothing was happening at all. The toes kept crawling up, and with every inch of it climbing, there were shivers down Shruti’s spine. She was getting wet by the second.

She enjoyed sex. But she never imagined that things could be so kinky with her husband. Things were pretty vanilla, and that was not for lack of trying by him. She just never thought this was needed. She always looked at sex as a biological need that had to be satiated once every few weeks.

Nothing so carnal or rousing as she was feeling now. The toes, by now, had crawled from her ankle to her knees. Within the next few minutes, the feet were resting on the seat of her chair, between her thighs. That was when she realized she had decided to skip her panties.

She was so aroused and wet by now that she resisted the urge to bite her lips. She didn’t. She was also aware that others were at the table. So she quickly used the napkin on the table over her thighs to ensure no one could see her feet on her seat.

She was now getting wet and regretting not wearing panties. The toes were now inches away from her pussy, and she was shuddering from the excitement. She tried sneaking a look at Rahul, and he seemed to be still expressionless. She instinctively spread her legs a little, making way for the feet to reach her pussy.

She couldn’t remember the last time she was this wet or turned on, probably never. The toes were now completely at her clit. They were rubbing against the beautiful lips of her pussy. Right then, Shruti had her first orgasm at the table. She did a tiny hop right at her seat. Barely anyone noticed.

She could now feel the juices dripping from her pussy to her thighs. So much so that she was sure that her skirt was probably stained by her cum. The toes were continuing to do their magic. She was in a whole other world.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything? You have been toying with that morsel of food for ages!” Said Shikha from across the table. Shruti barely heard her until she realized a bunch of them were staring at her. Suddenly the footsie below the table stopped. She now quickly started eating what was left on her plate.

She was finishing her last bite when her phone buzzed. She turned it around to read the message, “Excuse yourself by saying you are tired and head straight to your room. Close the door but leave it unlocked. Switch off the lights, get naked but tie a blindfold and face the wall.”

Shruti didn’t waste much time. She excused herself, stating she wasn’t too well and headed back to her room. As she walked back, she became even more self-aware of the wetness between her legs. It was getting sticky. She quietly rushed back up.

She closed the door behind her but didn’t close it all the way, preventing it from locking. She quickly went to the washroom, wiped her wet pussy dry, undressed and went to her luggage. She took a scarf from her bag and tied it around her eyes per the instructions.

She then went on to bed. Every minute that passed, she felt the tingling in her clit. She now only wanted to be pounded. The wetness from all the foreplay had got to her. She got to the top of the bed, posed in the downward dog pose, opening the lips to her cunt for anyone who might walk in through the doors.

She was excited, and she was fingering herself while bent over. Minutes seemed like hours, and she was still waiting. It might have been 20 minutes now. She could feel the lips of her pussy now frothing with all the juices from the anticipation and her playing. She suddenly heard her door close.

She stopped fingering and waited in anticipation. She hoped Rahul might say something, but she had to keep waiting. She suddenly felt her head being pushed on the pillow. Her ass was spread with the hands behind. In seconds she let out a shrill moan as a tongue dug deep into her pussy.

The tongue was digging into her pussy, licking the walls and sucking at the lips. In between, she could also feel her asshole being rimmed. She was in pure ecstasy as she had never felt something like this. She had just let a gush of cum out, and she suddenly felt the tongue stop.

She was now like a bitch in heat. The tongue was out for no more than 20 seconds. She started saying, “Please, Rahul, Please don’t stop.” There was no response. However, she suddenly felt a finger in her cunt. The way it rolled around the walls of her pussy, she only guessed that it must have been a thumb.

She was now pounding that thumb. She was on cloud nine, never had she felt more sexually liberated. She felt her ass widen further. In the rush of the moment, she didn’t realize it. How could Rahul finger her with a thumb and still spread her ass with two hands?

She was enjoying the moment. She felt a tongue licking her clit as the thumb was fingering her. She was about to cum again. She then realized that she was probably being handled by two people. She ideally should have been appalled and stopped whatever she was doing.

But there was a slut within her that had now been awakened and a thirst that had no quenching. Before she could react any further, she was turned sideways. She was so wet she didn’t even realize the monster cock glided into her pussy. She was now in a true heaven.

Her hair was being pulled back, and she was being pounded. She was biting her lips to hold back from screaming. It’s not like she didn’t have sex. She still did. But she always made her husband wear a condom.

The feeling of being taken bareback was something she was experiencing for probably the second time. She could feel the cock pulsing inside her. After good 6 minutes of pounding, she finally couldn’t control herself anymore. She had just cum again.

She opened her mouth to moan, but she couldn’t complete it. Before she knew it, she felt a pair of hands on her face and had a dick in her mouth. She was now truly shocked but enjoying it as well. She was expecting to be handled by Rahul and Lekha.

But she never imagined another cock in the room, no less in her mouth. Before she knew it, she was officially in the first-ever spit roast of her life. She was being pounded from behind and now in the mouth as well. And she was choking on this dick.

A little surprised, she moved her hand to her face and yanked her blindfold. What she saw next should have ideally horrified her, stopped her dead in the tracks. But now she was a slut, a slut who couldn’t stop. She turned back as well in disbelief.  She saw Rahul annihilating her pussy from behind.

And, of all people, Vineet with his monster of a dick in her mouth. All she could do was stare into his eyes. As he fucked her, he said, “Oh, I didn’t believe Rahul when he told me you are this big a slut. You are a heck of slut. I loved every last bit of the juices from your cunt.”

Shruti kept looking in disbelief. He continued, “Don’t worry. I know your mouth is having trouble handling my monster. I am sure your wet cunt should be just fine.” Shruti didn’t once imagine that she would become a cum slut like this. But she was thinking to herself.

She has anyways started this, might as well go ahead. To be honest, she was having a ball of a time. Shruti embraced this wholeheartedly. She used her hands to hold Vineet’s monster of a dick and started slurping on it harder. Rahul, on the other hand, was taking his time with that beautiful cunt.

He was teasing her pussy lips and then inserting his dick again. He was also now spanking her nice round ass. After a few minutes and probably Shruti’s 4th orgasm, he got out, and Vineet took his place. He knew what he was doing.

He teased the length of her vulva and then took time to slowly enter and fuck her. he also used his thumb to finger her asshole. Shruti was orgasming every few minutes. Before she knew it, she had cum at least 7 times.

Vineet and Rahul then turned her over and unloaded their massive loads in her mouth. Shruti drank every last drop of it. She lay on the bed for a few minutes and then went to the washroom to clean herself quickly.

By the time she came back, Vineet and Rahul had left with just a note behind that read, “Congratulations on clearing the first round!”

The next part to follow. Thank you for waiting patiently for the third part. The other parts will follow soon. If you did enjoy the story, write to me at [email protected].

Hello horny readers. Thank you for your response to part 1 of the story. As promised, this is the conclusion of that fateful night that had an eventful start.

We moved out 10 minutes before the movie was supposed to end. I put her panties into my back pocket and used her jeggings as a scarf around my neck.
We were kissing and feeling each other on our way to the lift. As we entered the lift, my right hand found its way to her ass crack.

The softness and smoothness of her ass were making me go mad. I dipped the forefinger and middle finger into her pussy, making them wet. Then I again held her ass cheeks tightly and shoved 1 finger into her ass hole. She gave out a loud shriek and bit my shoulders.

I kept fingering her ass till the lift opened to the basement parking. She was very close to another orgasm, but I took my finger out and walked out toward her bike. She was about to pull me back when she heard a few more voices from the parking lot.

I reached into the inner pocket of her jacket and pulled out the keys to her bike. I made sure to be very close to her erect nipples but not to touch them even once while I tried searching for the keys. Then I pulled her bike out and started it. She took the pillion seat and said, “Ohh, the seat is frozen.”

Being absolutely bare under the dress, this had skipped her mind. I put my hand on the seat just a breath away from her pussy. I confirmed, saying, “Yeah, it has gotten a bit cold,” looking into her eyes. As I started the bike, she unzipped my jeans.

She put her right hand into my jeans through the zip and started to caress my dick. This continued till we reached my place in Hinjawadi. I was ready to explode by the time I parked the bike in the parking lot. I pulled her close to me in the corridor and put my hands into her dress.

I squeezed her ass and whispered into her ears, “Don’t worry, I will take proper care of your needs and desires.” She gave me a shy smile and looked down. The moment I locked the door after entering my place, she pounced on my back like a hungry lioness and started biting my neck and shoulder hungrily.

She kept nibbling my neck and shoulders for a couple of minutes and got down from my back. I turned around, and we got into a tight embrace, eating each other out with utmost lust. Her jacket was already on the ground, near the door. Her dress joined her jacket in a few seconds.

Her nipples were already hard. I dug my face in between her ample bosom and let it feel the softness of her boobs on either side. I squeezed them on my face from either side with my hands. I pushed her to the wall and started to eat her boobs (not touching her nipples) one by one.

She was trying hard to get her nipples the attention they deserved by putting them in my mouth. I teased her for 5 minutes and then took her right nipple. I gave it a hard suck while rubbing it between my teeth and squeezing the left nipple between my fingers.

She was moaning loudly. She clutched my hair and pulled me more into her boobs. I moved my right hand downwards and wrapped it around her waist. I pressed her hard against myself. Being shorter than me by a good half a foot (she was 5’5” tall), she could not control my body properly.

She was sandwiched between me and the wall, mid-air. I carried her to the dining table and put her on it. She twitched a bit at the touch of the cold surface of her naked butt. My mouth was still stuck to her right nipple. I moved my mouth to her left nipple while moving my left hand to her right nipple.

I sucked and bit her left nipple now while squeezing the right one with my fingers. Once both the boobs had my teeth marks around the nipples, I moved downwards, leaving a trail of saliva from her boobs to her navel. I put my tongue into her deep navel and kissed it.

Her belly shivers could give Mallika Sherawat, in Murder, a run for her money. I caressed her belly from below her boobs to her pubic region for some time. I was enjoying the view of her belly shivering under my touch. I poured some water into her navel from a bottle and circled my fingers around it very softly.

She was going crazy and was squirming and calling out my name repeatedly. I drank the drops of water from her navel and licked her entire belly dry of the water droplets. Leaving her on the table, I stepped back and savored the view of her completely naked beauty lying on the dark brown table.

Fair color head to toe, smooth skin, clean-shaven and sensitive pussy. Her thighs and calves were well-toned and looked like an absolute treat. I pulled my t-shirt off, went close to her, and pulled her naked body to mine. I started chewing her lips like a hungry beast.

Her wet pussy was rubbing against my belly. I started to pinch, squeeze and poke her clitoris and nipples. We explored each other’s bodies throughout the kiss. I dived between her legs and started with long flat tongue licks from bottom to top.

With one hand, I was caressing her asshole by rubbing my fingers all around it tenderly. The other hand was busy altering its torments on the boobs. Her pussy was secreting more juice with every lick I gave. Then I got a tight hold of her left labia with my teeth and started to suck it hard.

The sudden attack made her scream and moan with pleasure. She was holding my hair and trying to push me away when I was biting her labia too hard and pulling me in when I sucked on it. She started to squirm and shiver due to my actions.

I continued tasting her pussy juice and getting my senses drenched in that aroma. I got up and turned her around. Now her boobs and face were pressing against the table. I asked her to keep her hands above her head in a rough tone. Like an obedient slave, she moved her hands above her head.

I pushed my index finger completely into her ass. She jumped with the surprise invasion and tried to get away from my hand. I did not budge but continued to finger fuck her ass. Within a minute, she, too, started to enjoy it. I gave a tight slap to her ass.

She squeaked to that and looked back at me, biting her lower lips. I tied her hands on top of her head using her panties and her legs using her bra. “Weren’t you supposed to give them back to me while I leave for home?” I did not answer her question but just grinned and gave one more tight slap on her ass.

She moaned hard now. I started spanking her ass harder now. She kept moaning louder with every slap. Her fair ass turned red due to the continuous hard slapping. I turned her around. I pulled her legs apart and started to suck on her clitoris, holding it hard between my teeth.

She started to scream and moan at the same time. I again pushed 2 fingers into her ass and started fingering her ass at high speed. Juice dripping from her pussy and sliding to her ass was lubricating the fingering now. Shivani was in a state of trance by now.

She started to gyrate her pelvis, following my mouth and tongue movements on her clitoris. Then I put my tongue into her pussy hole. Her moans got louder. I started to rotate my tongue inside her pussy and lick every corner of her pussy. She kept saying, “Maxx, eat my pussy, bite it harder.”

After a continuous oral treatment of her pussy for 10 minutes, she shivered hard and had a massive orgasm. I drank all the juice released from her pussy. I got up from between her legs and removed my jeans, along with my briefs. I pushed one finger into her ass while slapping my hard cock on her pussy and clitoris.

She was now getting restless and impatient to get my dick into her pussy. “Fuck me, you bastard,” she screamed at me. I grabbed her by the throat, brought her face close to mine and said, “You address me by the words: Sir or Master ONLY.”

She shivered at my cold voice and responded, “Yes, Master.” I let her go, and she fell flat on the table again. I pulled her back up and dragged her to the living room, and pushed her onto the sofa. She landed in the doggy position on the sofa. She was about to turn around when I stopped her by holding her waist.

I started kissing her ass while holding her naked thighs close to my body. I started to chew on them, leaving teeth marks all over them. Next, I went for her pussy and put my tongue deep into it. I started french kissing her pussy with a lot of biting and chewing.

She was pushing her pussy more onto my mouth. She was trying to get me to rampage her clitoris. I took her clitoris into my mouth and started sucking it with my teeth, grinding it gently on either side. I sucked on her clitoris hard for about 5 minutes.

She started to moan loudly, and her body started to shiver again. She was closing in on another orgasm. I pushed my index and forefingers into her pussy and started an intensive fingering session. She called out, “Master, yes,” and cum heavily.

Now it was time for the main event. She caught my semi-hard cock tightly, making it twitch. She looked into my eyes and took my cock completely into her mouth, and started to blow me. She was very good at it, and that helped me gain full hardness.

I made her lie down on the carpet and held her left leg high up in the air. Pinning down her right leg with my hand, I touched the tip of my dick to her pussy. I rubbed the tip up and down her pussy slit for some time. She was begging me, “Master, please, stop teasing and fuck your whore, now.”

I held both her legs tightly and gave a hard jerk, pushing my complete cock into her surprisingly tight pussy in one go. She gave out a loud moan. Not letting her have any time to even think about asking me to slow down, I pulled out and pushed my whole dick into her pussy, making her moan again.

This time she dug her fingers into my back and her teeth into my shoulder. Her teeth and nails dug into my skin, and her pussy walls tightening on my dick felt great. I fucked her with hard and fast shots in missionary for about 15 minutes. Then I picked her up and turned her around.

Then I entered into her, pinning her to the wall. I sealed her lips with mine to avoid her moans going outside. I rammed into her pussy mercilessly for another 15 minutes in that position. She had two orgasms during this. She was not able to stand any longer. I threw her on the bed. She fell on her stomach.

I put two pillows under her ass and put my dick into her pussy from back in the lion position. I started fucking her with all my might this time. She was moaning loudly and calling out my name. I spread her ass cheeks to the extreme and started to finger her ass while fucking her pussy.

She was close to another orgasm after a little more than 10 minutes. I, too, was closing on my orgasm. I increased the speed of fucking and fingering her now. In another 5-6 minutes, we both had an explosive orgasm. I took my cock out just as I was about to release my cum and released all of it on her ass cheeks.

Some of it seeped into her asshole. We slept naked, cuddling with each other. She woke me up around 4:30 AM with a blowjob. I held her hair tightly in a fist and fucked her mouth. She was good at deep-throating. I came in just 10 minutes in her mouth.

She gulped every drop of my cum. She went into the washroom and cleaned her face and mouth. Just as she came out of the washroom, I pulled her into a passionate and desireful kiss. She participated in the kiss for a while and pushed me away, saying, “I can’t fuck you anymore. My pussy and boobs are sore.”

She picked up her sweat and cum soaked panties. She looked at me with fake anger and threw it at my face. Then she wore her jeggings and came towards me. I tried to pull her for one last kiss, but she moved away from my hand and went to the dining table.

She picked her bra up, but that was in no condition to be worn. She smiled, looking at me, and wrote something on its inner side. She moved towards the door after keeping it on the table with a suggestive look. I ran to the door and hugged her after turning her 180 degrees.

I gave her a deep, elongated kiss while squeezing her in my arms. She did not resist this time, gave in to the kiss, and hugged me tightly. We kissed like there was no tomorrow for about 5 minutes. Then she pulled herself back and left with a strange look on her face.

She started her bike and went away. I returned to my place and looked at her bra on the table. I saw she had written down her number on the inside. We kept meeting and having fun now and then till a week before she got married.

A week before her marriage, she called me to a hotel, and we fucked like sex-starved animals for almost 12 hours. I had cum in her pussy 2 out of the 5 times I ejaculated. She requested I not contact her again as it might disturb her married life. I respected her wish and stayed away.

But I heard about her a year then. When I wanted to invite her to my wedding, I came to know that she has a son of a few months. Not sure, but I think her husband is, now, taking care of my son right now. I laughed at that information and let her be happy with her family.

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I moved to Behandigala, a small township. It was a small one and most of the people there were my colleagues. As I was a single guy, my company gave me a flat in the township.

My floor was on the top floor and except for mine, almost all the other houses were empty on my floor. Opposite mine a guy named Vinod owned a flat. He only visited the house once in a while. Even though I haven’t met him, I knew he was a rude guy. He always shouted at everyone. Sometimes, he had parties there. And when he did, he called a girl to clean the house the next day.

My neighbour’s maid Shanti was a girl from the nearest village. Her mother used to work for Vinod but she died and now Shanti took care of the house. Shanti was not at all educated. I had seen her wondering at newspapers and have seen her struggling to read. I have always had a soft corner for her. But if he found out that she was talking to me, she was going to get shouted at. So I avoided talking to her. But we always shared a caring smile, a blissful one. The beauty of the smile was that it was innocent.

One day, I was coming back from work and saw Shanti cleaning the house. I smiled and she smiled back and accidentally, she knocked down a flower vase! Vinod came running and started scolding her. He grabbed her hand so firmly and pulled her. She was so scared. He even pulled her. I was helpless. I didn’t do anything, I opened my door and went inside. I was angry and my mind was furious.

The next day, I opened the door and saw my neighbour’s servant. She was cleaning Vinod’s side of the corridor. I could see that she was crying. I closed the door and went toward Shanti. I had talked with her before. I was not ashamed or anything but that day, I was more than afraid and feeling guilty.

I went toward her. She looked at me and said, “Hi”, but that smile was missing. I told her that I was sorry and apologized for not reacting.

She told me that she has something to ask and will come to meet me after her work. I said okay.

After an hour, I heard a knock on my door. It was Shanti. Shanti came in and hugged me. I knew her feeling, she had never apologized to me before. She looked at me and smiled. Then she left without telling me anything.

Afterward, we became good friends. I told Vinod not to scold her and he agreed. He even told Shanti that I told him so. She was so happy. From then on, after cleaning Vinod’s house, she will wait for me to come. We will talk for hours. And I knew she was falling in love with me. But I tried to make her understand.

One day, I was about to leave for work and then Shanti appeared out of nowhere. I knew she didn’t go to her house the last day. I asked her what happened. She told me that she had been sleeping on the terrace for a while because her landlord had taken her property and she had nowhere to go or the money to pay rent.

I didn’t know what to do but I had a spare room. I asked her if she was ready to live with me. And she said yes. I opened my apartment and gave her the keys.

When I came back from work, I could smell something delicious. Even though I had a kitchen, I hardly used it. Most of the time, I use it for heating things.

I knocked on the door and Shanti opened the door. She was wearing a saree, she was so beautiful. Her smile had reappeared.

I came in and she brought me some water to drink. That was when I looked around. My house looked more like a home than before. I went to my room, it was also well arranged. I changed my dress and came to see a delicious meal prepared for me.

“I have a day off tomorrow, can we go shopping?” I asked her. She said yes.

That night, we were watching movies and she said she had never been to a cinema hall. I was surprised and suggested we should go to a movie tomorrow. She agreed.

After shopping, we went to a cinema. It was a romantic movie and she loved it. But it felt so awkward for me. We were becoming close each day. I was falling in love with her. And I felt she knew it.

One day, I planned a surprise dinner. I asked her out to a nearby restaurant. We had a wonderful chat during dinner.

A few days passed, and then one day, she told me she was leaving. I asked her why and she replied she was falling in love with me and she didn’t want our friendship to end. I told her I felt the same way. Hearing this, she hugged me.

That night, I was watching a movie. I was on the couch in a corner. She came near me and lay on my lap. The movie had some intimate scenes and my dick was getting hard. My neighbour’s village maid slowly touched my bulge to confirm. She got up and looked at me. It was an intimate look.

She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she sat on my thighs and gave me a french kiss. Her mouth tasted like honey.

She was wearing a black shirt with a night pant which I bought for her. While kissing, she slowly removed her shirt. I started kissing her neck. She slowly started grinding me. She took my hands and placed it on her boobs. They were firm and small.

I slowly undressed her. She kissed me on my neck and placed her boobs in my mouth. I slowly pushed her to the couch. I unzipped her pants she was lying there looking at smiling naked.

Shanti unzipped me and took my cock out. She took my cock to the mouth and started playing with it. She kissed it and placed it on her lips and slowly started licking it. It was so sensual. Her hands massaged my balls and it felt amazing.

Then she pulled me to the couch and started giving me kisses. While she was kissing, my neighbour’s maid was also giving me a handjob. Slowly and slowly, she was getting it ready for some action. She widened her hips and slowly inserted my cock into the vagina. It felt so good.

She had a tight cunt and nothing like I had seen before. Inward and outward movements were so slow, so she whispered to me to go faster. I started fucking her even faster. I leaned in toward her boobs and started kissing her. I could feel her heartbeats rising and she started moaning.

Her eyes rolled up and she was at immense pleasure. She came on top of me and started riding me. She had a wonderful style.

We fucked for an hour and had at least cummed 4 times inside her. We both were sweating like crazy and were also tired. So we both slept there naked.

The next day morning, she woke up early and made coffee for me. When I woke up, she kissed me. I called in sick that day.

I went to the bathroom and called her. She came in. I asked her if she wanted to take a bath with me and she agreed. I turned on the shower and pulled her in. The shirt she was wearing was already wet and I could see the nipples.

I kissed her nipples through the dress. I undressed my neighbour’s maid and fucked her under the shower in standing position. Later that day, we went to the medical shop and brought some condoms and contraceptive pills.

We continued our relationship for about 6 months and later, she broke up due to some personal issues. Now she was married and had a beautiful relationship with her husband. I have not tried contacting her ever since.

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Hi people, Jatin here. This story happened when I was just over 18 and had only jerked out only a few times.

Coming to our maid, she was a Bengali lady with a small kid and used to do some household chores at our house. She had massaged me a few times before sometimes with underwear and sometimes without it.

Then, in September, I had to get a massage like every other time. This time by the maid. My mom told me in the morning that Aunty (I call the maid ‘aunty’) was going to massage today as she would return by evening only me, so be prepared and don’t go out during noon.

Following my mom’s order, I went to the room where I get massaged every time and laid down. I didn’t know whether to keep my underwear or not. So I laid down with it on.

5 minutes later, the Bengali maid came into the room and kept the warm oil on the table and told me, “Utar do isse” (Remove it) and “Tel ko mat chhuna garam hai abhi” (Don’t touch the oil, it’s hot) and went out.

I wasn’t surprised as I had been massaged all naked before by her. So I followed what she said and removed my underwear and laid down again. After 5 minutes, she returned, tucked her saree pallu onto her waist and stood beside me, tying her hair in a bun. I wasn’t shy around her even though I was 18+, as it had happened before. I was casually lying there with my hands on my belly and my dick flaccid. At that time, I only had very light pubic hair that was noticeable from close.

After preparing herself, our Bengali maid picked up the oil and poured some of it on my thigh.

Maid: Is the oil too hot?

Me: No, it’s fine.

Maid: Okay, then fold your left leg.

I kept doing whatever she instructed. She finished massaging both my legs till my feet and then asked me to turn around and lie down on my belly. I followed and lay down casually. The maid started massaging the back of my legs and then went up to massage my back thighs.

After massaging my thighs up and down for nearly 5 minutes, she sat further up from her position and her hands went to my bums. She kneaded them lightly while massaging them every time as a massage technique. So, she went on massaging them by kneading, and light squeezing for several minutes. It was the best part of the massage for me.

Moving away from my butt, she proceeded to my back, massaging it with both hands for a while and then subsequently my neck and my arms from behind. She was done with my back in about 20 minutes and told me to turn again.

The massage always got me half sleepy but I kept following whatever she said. I turned back to my front. The Bengali servant poured some oil and started hard rubbing it completely on my chest and nipples and then went ahead to my shoulders and arms. Then a little bit of oil on my belly and rubbed it well till my waist.

At the end of the massage, there was something that I failed to notice at first but she did. I had an erection! I was having an erection touching my belly. Maybe due to me being laid down and my dick pressing under my weight while the maid massaged my butts and back. The servant also noticed that. She held my dick with her left hand from the base with her fingers and made it straight and with her other hand, she poured some lightly warm oil on my dickhead.

The flowing warm oil on my dick gave me never felt before sensations. As soon as she was done pouring oil on my dick, she moved her left hand from my base to the dickhead and back down to spread the oil evenly. She had never massaged my dick before, but I never asked her questions during massage sessions. I quietly let her do whatever she was doing and frankly, I was enjoying it.

After the first stroke, the Bengali maid took a few seconds and then gripped my dick a little tighter and moved her hand up and down once again. This time, I felt the sensation till my abdomen due to which I might have carved up my back. So she lightly pressed down my waist with her other hand. Using her left hand, she stroked my cock 3-4 times more and stopped to pick up the oil again.

She poured some oil into her right palm and held my testicles in her right hand and slowly moved them in circles. I never realized the pleasure in my testicles ever before. With her left hand, she was massaging the girth of my lower dick and moving her right hand on my balls. Often, she switched massaging my groin with both hands and then back to my dick. Sometimes she even had both hands on my dick, one on the base and the other moving from the middle of my dick to my dickhead.

All this time, she was half-leaning over me. Even though not very deep, I could see inside her blouse. She had a simple cream color bra (same as that of the ISS site interface) and her boobs appeared to be firm still. I was afraid to stare much so I kept looking straight and sometimes stealing glances at her little cleavage.

The Bengali maid was mostly looking at my body and sometimes randomly here and there.

All of this was building something inside me gradually which after a few minutes busted out. I released my cum in 2-3 shots which all landed back on my belly!

She then left my dick and it landed back and released the last few drops of cum. She didn’t look surprised at all so maybe she was expecting it. She wiped off most of the cum from my belly with her hand only and left out of the room telling me to keep lying down and let the oil soak up.

I laid there as it was feeling all drained and dried up and tired for some reason. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep in the same state and woke up only when my mom returned home.

I don’t know why our Bengali maid ended up massaging my dick as well when she never did it before. Maybe she just wanted to do me a favor by releasing my erection or maybe she might be realizing that I was grown up now and so wanted to give me some benefits of oil massage for dicks and wanted good for my dick as well along with rest of my body.

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Couples came here for their honeymoon, but we are from Manali itself. So we didn’t go anywhere after marriage. Instead, we just stayed at home and made love like crazy.

That’s when Priya told me she slept with other guys before marriage. To be honest, she was so good at sex that I was completely at ease, like sleeping with a whore. Eventually, we moved to our flat.

I was hanging some decorations and heard a grinding noise. The rhythmical knocking sound meant only one thing. Someone was having sex in the adjacent unit. But our neighbours were out, so someone had broken in to fuck. My cock became hard at the thought.

What I saw stirred my innermost passions. They were having sex on the dining table. He laid on his back while she was on top of him with both hands on his chest. The lady sat (bent over him) with her thighs on either side of his crotch to take his wood.

Their faces were covered with her veil-like long hair. At one point, she shook uncontrollably, indicating that she had an orgasm and did a hair flip to move her hair back.

The stylish woman was my wife, Priya! I almost leaked and started fapping with vigour. On the one hand, I was jealous of her for cheating on me, while on the other hand, my cock was getting hard. I realized that I was not only a sex fetishist but a mild cuckold.

Closing their main door before getting seen, I reckoned this was what she was doing when I was in the office. But the question remained. .ow did she have sex every night with me? The only answer I could imagine was that I didn’t satisfy her. (taking less than 30 seconds to fuck Priya every time).

When she returned home, I wanted to ask her why, but first, I had a confession to make:

Debu: I have a secret fetish. I’m a cuckold.

Priya: Tell me something new.

Later she told me that she would break up with her boyfriend forever. But I told her to continue seeing him as she was not satisfied by a single lover. Even if she were seeing her old boyfriend, she would have to take another lover on the side. Our wedlock was the perfect arrangement for her sexual desires.

After that day, I noticed a cover-up tattoo on her smooth white skin. I imagined that the butterfly on her shoulder had a big body because of the bra strap. The doorbell rang, and I opened the door to find Priya at the entrance. She had been gone for almost a month. I let her settle down before talking.

Priya: Did you see this?

Debu: Oh yes, the bangs look cute

Shyly she removed the scarf around her head. I had an instant erection on seeing it. She had a boy cut. I asked her:

Debu: Why did you get a haircut?

Priya: My ex started without asking…

My cock became painfully swollen, trying to imagine the scene. My wife and her boyfriend must’ve gotten into a sexual frenzy during the act. She took a bath and asked me to take her to the nearest beauty parlour.

A professional hair stylist gave her a neat feminine hairstyle with shaved sides and a buzzed nape. Suddenly she got a message and disappeared. Left high and dry, I went home to jack off. Just then, the door opened, and our new maid walked in.

We were both frozen for a second. Then I covered my penis with a cushion. Suman (the maid) tried to suppress a smile and disappeared into the bedroom.

After vacuuming the whole house, she went into the kitchen. Till that day, I hadn’t seen the domestic help in my house (let alone speak to her). I was thinking about offering her money in exchange for sex. Then she asked:

Suman: Saab, I can sit with you for 5000.

Debu: Let me see if I have cash in the house.

Suman: No problem, just give it to me tomorrow.

I looked at her body. She was a bit shorter and fairer than my wife (34-26-36 and 5’5”) but otherwise petite like Priya. The loose end of her saree was tucked in the side, offering a clear view of her belly button.

Sweat glistening on her neck meant she got enough exercise without doing cardio or weights. I took Suman inside for a quick fuck. She opened her clothes and loosened her hair bun. Straight, black hair unravelled itself and cascaded down to her lower back.

From her smell, it appeared that she had bathed using a creamy soap and neem shampoo. I was intoxicated by her youthful energy, which lasted 10 minutes. Finally, she squirted.

She was a good sport, though and finished me even after climaxing. For a minute, I thought she didn’t know how to give head because she was sucking my nut sack. But I was corrected when she twisted my nipples and sucked my cock simultaneously to make me cum.

As I started cumming, Suman pinched the rubber on my dick and pulled it off expertly. She squeezed the last drops of seamen and wiped me clean with a towel. Not expecting her to be so good, I gave her a tip. Suman was perplexed when she counted the money. Insisting that she keep it, I asked her:

Debu: Can we go for an outing?
Suman: Ok.

We went to the same salon visited by my wife and asked for a makeover. The stylist gave Suman a trim and applied light makeup. She looked (and behaved) like a total slut. From the jeggings to the kajal, in her eyes, everything was geared toward sex.

I was pleasantly surprised that Priya was in the lobby checking letters. She had stopped coming home ever since her bf had started banging her pussy. We hugged, and I was turned on by the short strands of her hair.

She wanted to have sex, insisting that “it’s safe.” I was in the mood for a quickie anyway. The thing was, it was safe to have sex without condoms even last week. Knowing Priya, I guessed that she had gotten pregnant with her ex.

It aroused me sexually to know that Priya’s tank was full even though she was not with me since last month. We started kissing in the hall itself. I stroked her shapely ass as she turned around to help me remove her jeans jacket.

Feeling her silky smooth assets, I closed my eyes in pleasure. It brought me to the brim, knowing that someone else was enjoying the fab body of Priya. As I started leaking, she was saying something,  “Darling, can you give my jacket to Suman? It’s too small for me.”

All of them said yes and cheered. Anusha went near the bags that I brought from downstairs. She returned, put a dog leash around my neck, and tied a metal chain. She held the other end and sat on the sofa. She pulled me towards her, and I crawled like a dog.

She lifted her leg and told me to lick the bottom of her heels. I licked them properly, and she told me to suck the heel, which I did. All of this was being recorded. Then Anusha kisses her boyfriend, Rahul.  Then she made me lick Rahul’s feet too.

Then Anusha passed the leash to Shreya. Shreya ordered, “Go, bring a lighter.” I stood up to get up but was immediately pulled by Shreya. I fell back. She slapped me hard and said, “Bitch, always crawl in front of us. Understood?” I said, “Yes, mistress,” and went to get the lighter.

When I came back, Shreya and Suraj were whispering and laughing. I knelt before them. Shreya pulled me up and made me sit between her and Suraj. She told me to light their cigarettes, and I did. Then each of them put one hand around my neck and another hand on each boob.

They started playing with them. It was too horny for me, and I started rubbing their thighs and stroking my small dick. Everyone laughed at me stroking my small dick. Then after a lot of playing, pulling nipples. They made me get up, kicked me on my ass cheeks, and said, “Go to Jahnvi.”

I crawled to Jahnvi and Arjun. Jahnvi said, “Dry Hump Arjun’s leg.” I hugged his leg like a pole and rubbed against Arjun’s leg. Arjun was enjoying it and moaning, “Ah, you’re doing a great job, bitch. Janu, you should try this,” and pushed me towards her.

I started doing my job. I placed my balls and small dick on her foot, hugged her leg properly, and started humping. I licked her thigh in between sending her into heaven. Jahnvi was so ecstatic.

She said, “Bitch, you’re too good at this. Your boobs are soft, and your balls rubbing on my foot feel awesome. Guys, you should also try this. I never knew that boobs feel so great on legs. He is a real slut.” So everybody removed their pants for my dry humping.

After that, they told me to bring my mobile to record a few acts. I said, “It’s in the car with my clothes.” They said, “Go and bring then.” I had to go down again, nude. This time three women in their thirties saw me and started taking my pictures. They followed me and groped my ass, and spanked me.

They followed till I got back. They said, “Jahnvi found a good slave,” and giggled a lot. I went inside and locked the door, and crawled back to them. They were kissing each other passionately, and I waited there. Then all the boys got up, went to the bags and took out three strapons.

They each took one of them, came to their girlfriends and sensually stripped them into two pieces. Then Arjun ordered, “Fold the clothes nicely and put them aside.” I was astounded by the three goddesses in their two pieces. Shreya wore black inners, Anusha blue and Jahnvi red colour.

Now the boys started to wear their strapons from behind. Then they kissed their hips, brushed their hair to one side and kissed their necks. It was a beautiful sight, the near-perfect goddesses in two pieces, hair brushed to one side and strapons in front of them.

The boys took me into the balcony, handcuffed my hands, and tied my leash to the balcony railing. I was made to bend over with my ass up. Then Arjun brushed his belt up my ass. But I couldn’t see it as I was facing outwards. Arjun then spanked me with the belt 10 times.

Jahnvi inserted her strapon in my ass. My virgin ass couldn’t take it. Then Arjun spat on her strapon while she lubed it with that spit. This time she put more thrust into it, and it went completely inside. While fucking my ass, she started playing with my boobs. I was screaming, and few people saw me.

Arjun immediately closed the blinds so they won’t be visible, but I was. The people took pics and videos of me getting fucked. The other two couples repeated this. Then they released me and took me inside. The boys got nude, and their hung dicks were huge.

Arjun was 7 inches, Suraj was 6.5 inches, and Rahul was 7.3. They made me kneel down and then placed their dicks one by one on my face, which covered my entire face. Their girlfriends took the pics on my phone. Then Jahnvi lay on the sofa and signalled me to come to her.

I crawled, and Jahnvi pulled me and placed me on her strapon in reverse cowgirl position. I started getting fucked and jumping on her strap-on. My boobs were bouncing, and I was moaning. Anusha took the video. Then Shreya pulled my leash, held my hair and guided me towards her strapon.

I started sucking it. Anusha then handed the phone to Rahul and joined Jahnvi and Shreya. She got on top of me and started playing with my boobs. The boys sat on the couch, stroking their dicks and laughing at me. Then the girls switched positions.

And then again shifted, so they enjoyed all the positions with me. They were exhausted and rested on one sofa each. Their boyfriends joined them, and they broke into a long kiss. Then Shreya took my phone, pointed toward me and said, “Stand up and jump like a slut so that your boobs jiggle.”

I obeyed her orders.

Shreya: Turn around and do the same with your ass.

I did that like an obedient bitch.

Anusha: Now, go to the far end of the room and crawl to us like a dog with your ass up like a pornstar.

I did that.

Anusha: Kiss everyone’s feet and lick their feet 10 times passionately.

Me: Yes, mistress.

Anusha: Real good. That’s a nice bitch. Now kneel in front of Jahnvi.

I knelt before Jahnvi, and Shreya handed the phone to Jahnvi.

Jahnvi: Starting stroking your small dick.

I started stroking it.

Jahnvi: With your other hand, press your boobs.

I started pressing my boobs.

Jahnvi: Now bite your lips while looking into the camera.

I bit my lips while stroking my small dick and pressing my boobs like a cheap slut. I had never felt so ashamed in my life. But being humiliated by these goddesses also made me crave more.

Jahnvi: Now say, “I’m a Dirty Cuck Bitch who only serves Alpha Couples.”

Me: I’m a Dirty Cuck Bitch who only serves Alpha Couples.

Then she slapped me twice, but I kept stroking my dick, pressing my boobs and biting my lips. Then they all got up and went to the dining table. I followed them like a dog. Then they said, “Serve us drinks.” I cleaned the glasses and started serving drinks.

I was careful not to spill drinks on any of them. Otherwise, I would be up for severe punishment. There was constant ass spanking, boobs squeezing and verbal humiliation. After a long time, the doorbell rang. Jahnvi said, “That’s our friend, go and greet her properly. Kiss her feet and bring her in.”

I was going to kiss another woman’s feet nude again. I went to the door and opened it. I was shocked to see my girlfriend, Neha.

Neha was shocked to see me and said, “Kiran, what the fuck are you doing here. Why are you nude, on a leash and the floor like a dog? What have I not done for you that you’re doing this? Did you ever think of me before doing such things?”

She then held me by my arm and lifted me. Then took me inside. The three girls were sitting on the sofa, but the boys were not present.

Neha (angrily): How can you do things like this to my boyfriend? You filthy bitches. Do you think he’s your slave? I’ll destroy you guys. Get you fucked by cheap roadside people. You disgusting sluts. Your boyfriends won’t even be with you after then.

Shreya: Please calm down, sister. We didn’t do anything. It’s your bf who wanted this. We gave him many chances to walk away, but he stayed. He’s a pathetic cuck bitch. And Yeah, he begged to be our slave.

Anusha: Yes, sister, we are not lying. He’s the one who wanted this and obeyed all our commands without saying no.

Jahnvi: That’s why we sent you his videos from his phone so that you would know about him.

Me: You guys sent her my videos?

Neha: Of course, you idiot, they’ve recorded it and sent them to me. Why would you hand your phone, you stupid?

And slapped me on both my cheeks in embarrassment. Anusha and Jahnvi dragged her to the sofa and made her sit between them. Both of them started pressing her boobs.

Anusha: We have a proposition for you, sister. Now that you know your bf is a worthless bitch. He licks people’s feet and behaves like a roadside whore. We want to end your misery. We’re going to give you a lifetime experience if you join us. If you stay with us, you’ll enjoy our boyfriends’ dicks and fulfil all your fantasies. You’re free to leave if you don’t like our proposal.

Then the boys came out naked and stood like showpieces stroking their massive dicks. Neha looked at them, angrily got up and walked away. There was silence in the room, and I couldn’t believe what had happened. I should leave and convince her.

I said, “I’m leaving.” I left the house and ran naked behind Neha. Everyone in the building was watching, but I didn’t care. Finally, I caught up with Neha. Meanwhile, in the apartment, the couple cleared everything and cleaned it up. Neha entered and said, “I want to join you guys.”

I snapped her fingers, and I crawled inside like a dog. Everyone was really happy. Jahnvi said, “But there’s one condition. You have to be our bitch, too. Agree?” Neha looked at me and looked at their dicks. There was a certain shyness in her eyes.

She said, “Yes,” with a shy smile. They made her sit on the sofa between Shreya and Anusha.

Neha: So, what did you do with him?

Shreya: Nothing much. We’ve just begun. Teaching him discipline.

Anusha: You should also try that.

Saying that Anusha signalled me to come. I came.

Anusha: Neha, slap the bitch.

I thought Neha would go easy on me. But the slap was so hard everyone was shocked.

Jahnvi: Hahaha. Good one, Neha. It felt personal. Is he an asshole?

Neha: Yes, he is. With his disgusting penis and boobs, this fucking bitch tries to control me. He puts all kinds of restrictions on me. I slapped him many times and played with his boobs all the time. They were amazing. I love slapping him and playing with his bitch tits.

All the girls laughed.

While she was talking, Shreya and Anusha started squeezing her boobs.

Shreya: You have very good boobs, Neha. Seems he didn’t use them much. You are such a slut.

Anusha: Don’t worry, our bfs will maul your boobs like anything. Soon you’ll be begging for more.

Now they ordered Neha to get naked. She got up and did a strip tease so erotically. Suraj said, “We just asked her to get naked. But she did a strip tease. This is a cock hungry bitch.” Then Jahnvi put a leash on her and tied a chain to it.

Then she pulled Neha to Arjun and placed her near his dick. Arjun caught her and shoved his dick in her mouth. Jahnvi then placed her foot on her head and tried to push so that Neha deep-throats. Neha gagged on it and struggled to get out of it.

Jahnvi pulled her hair and said, “I guess this is your first time taking such a huge dick. You’ll enjoy it soon.” Then Jahnvi sat on the sofa. Shreya and Anusha held Neha by hand, and Shreya held her hair and pulled her near Jahnvi. Jahnvi said, “We disciplined him to be our bitch. You need it too.”

Saying that, she slapped Neha on each cheek. Jahnvi said, “You got angry with us when you came. How dare a roadside bitch as you talk in front of goddesses like us. You filthy whore,” and slapped her again. Then Shreya and Anusha took turns in slapping her.

They said, “Ask your loser bf how to address us,” and turned towards me. I said,” Always address them as Mistress/Goddess/Ma’am and boys as Master/Sir.” Anusha said, “Good bitch,” turned to Neha and said, “Do you understand now slut?” Neha said, “Yes, mistress.”

Then the boys got up, took Neha’s leash and took her to the dining table. Those three stood around Neha and placed their dicks on her face. I started slapping her with their dicks. Suraj was squeezing her right boob while Rahul was playing with other boobs.

Then Arjun held her hair and pulled her up and said, “Get up, bitch. Get on this table” She got onto the table like a doggy, and Arjun spanked her ass hard while getting on. She moaned, “Ahhhhhhh.” Then Arjun turned her and spread her legs and placed her legs on his shoulders, and inserted his dick in her pussy.

But it didn’t go through. Arjun said, “Oh, slut’s pussy is tight. Guess the dog didn’t even use it.” Then he pulled me towards him and said, “Spit on my dick and lube it.” I spat on his dick and applied it on his dick. He then kicked me aside and went to insert. This time it got fully inserted.

Neha moaned, and she was biting herself in pleasure. That’s a pleasure I could never give her. Then he moved aside, and Suraj came and stood in front of me. I was still on my knees looking at him, and he slapped me and said, “What are you waiting for, dog? Lube it,” and I did.

Then he fucked Neha. Neha was enjoying every moment of it. She was screaming all along and begging for more. Then it’s Rahul’s turn, who got the biggest dick of all. When he inserted his dick, Neha rolled her eyes back. Rahul was rough in handling Neha.

He slapped her and her boobs and pulled her hair to make eye contact. Though in pain, there was a smile on her face.

Rahul: Do you like it, bitch?

Neha (smiling): Yes, master.

Rahul: You want more?

Neha: Yes, master. This bitch wants more.

Then he removed his dick, pulled her by a leash, and dragged her like a dog. He took her to the sofa. The girls spanked her while she was crawling. He took her to the sofa, and Suraj and Arjun joined him. Suraj lay on the sofa and stroked his dick.

Rahul pulled and made her sit on Suraj’s dick. Suraj inserted his dick in her ass. She fell on his chest with her back to his chest due to pleasure, and he started playing with his boobs. Arjun then climbed onto the sofa hand and inserted his dick.

Suraj: How’s it, bitch. How’s the feeling of having two dicks at a time?

Neha: It’s great, master. I never thought I would experience anything like this.

Arjun: Yeah, is this better than your loser bf?

Neha: Haha, he can’t even compare to it. You guys are way better…

Before she could complete it, Rahul inserted his dick in her mouth from behind with his balls on her face. She was gagging on that huge dick. I couldn’t look at this, and I turned my head. But Anusha held my hair and said, “Bitch, look how your gf is being fucked by boys younger than you,” and slapped me.

I immediately opened my eyes. Then they switched positions. The girls and I sat opposite the sex sofa. I was made to sit in Jahnvi’s lap. Then Jahnvi said, “Guys, fuck her hard. We’ll stroke this bitch. Let’s see who cums first. Kiran DOG or Neha BITCH?”

Jahnvi said, “Now, I have to stroke this pathetic excuse of a dick. Never thought I would even touch such a small dick.” Then she started stroking my dick. Anusha and Shreya started squeezing my boobs. This was heaven for me. Two girls were mauling my boobs, another stroking my dick.

My gf was fucked by three hunky studs. Her moans, and they verbally abused her. And my gf abusing me while being fucked made me cum in less than 30 sec. I came onto Jahnvi’s hand. She said, “The dog bitch is the winner. He leaked in less than 30 seconds.”

She rubbed the cum on my boobs, and everyone, including my gf, laughed hard. Then she said, “Look here, Neha, look at your pathetic bf. How do you feel being a gf to such a loser? Who gets turned on when his girlfriend is being abused and humiliated before him and leaks in seconds for that.”

They continued humiliating me, and Neha responded, saying “You’re right, mistress. This Bitch deserves this. He is an absolute loser who can’t even fuck a girl. No woman would touch his prick. It is not even worth being called a dick. Punish him. Show his place and use me like a SLUT.”

After a lot of fucking they were exhausted and rested on the sofa. They pushed Neha from them like a used cheap slut. Then the girls took Neha and made me kneel near them. Shreya started fucking Neha in the doggy style. Jahnvi made her lick her pussy. Anusha was below Neha sucking her boobs.

Shreya: Slap your stupid bf. It’s because of him you are now a SLUT.

Neha obliged and slapped me hard.

Anusha: Whenever the fucking was good, slap him bitch.

Neha slapped me many times.

Jahnvi: Now squeeze his boobs as much as you love this session.

She squeezed them so hard that I moaned like a girl.

Jahnvi: Now put your index finger and middle finger in his mouth.

Anusha: Suck them, idiot. Suck them like a dick.

Then they switched positions and fucked her real good. Neha was covered in a full sweat. Then Neha was made to sleep on Jahnvi with her back to Jahnavi’s breast. Now they pulled me closer and ordered me to lick her armpits. I love licking Neha’s armpits.

While I was licking, Anusha buried my face in her armpits and rubbed my face all over her armpits. Then they made both of us kneel. Arjun came and stood in front of us. Jahnvi held his dick and started stroking it. Then they came on both of us.

Then it was Suraj and Shreya’s turn. They deposited a load of cum on our faces. Rahul and Anusha deposited on our boobs. Then they sat on the sofa exhausted. Shreya then said, “Now, start making out on the floor. We want to see both of you bitches making out, licking each other’s cum filled body and enjoying it.”

Then we made out without any shame, and Neha was really good. I’ve never experienced her having sex so passionately with me. All of them laughed and kissed each other. Anusha then said, “Now go clean yourselves up. We have a party in the evening. We want you to be ready for it.”

That’s the end of Part 2. Thanks for reading this story. If you are not satisfied and want to humiliate and abuse me personally, mail me at [email protected] or Dm me on Instagram. My Instagram id is saikiranb57.

Hello, fellow horny heads of ISS. I wish you a Happy New Year! This is part 4 of ‘Kishen’s life-changing discovery’ series. This part focuses on the sexual escapade of Kishen’s best buddies, Tariq and Deepak.

So let’s go!

Aroused from hearing Hema’s desire to be fucked by three cocks at once, Tariq asked Hema for another quickie before he left. The risks were high. It was around when Deepak, Hema’s son and Tariq’s best friend, would return home. But, as they say, the risk factor adds flavour to the sex, right?

Tariq didn’t have to ‘start slow.’ His semi-erect tool was already lubricated by the remnants of cum that he shot inside Hema just a while back. He was soon engrossed in thrusting Hema in missionary.

It took a few more seconds for Tariq to register the door to Hema’s bedroom slamming open behind him. Watching his love-gaze with Hema break, Tariq saw her expression changing instantly from lustful to utter shock.

“You mother-fucking bastard!” yelled Deepak, and he slapped Tariq just as he turned around. Hema quickly grabbed the bed sheet to cover herself and moved towards a corner of the bed.

“Man! I can explain….”

“Shut the fuck up!” Deepak cut Tariq from trying to speak and pushed him hard. Falling on the bed, Tariq moved towards Hema in a quick reflex.

“Leave my mother alone, bhenchod!” screamed Deepak as he got hold of Tariq’s legs and started pulling him.

“Deepu! Please calm down…” screamed Hema, grabbing Tariq from being pulled.

“How could you do this to dad and me, mom?” Deepak shouted at Hema and sprung at Tariq with his fist closed tight.

Hema lunged at Tariq before Deepak landed on him. With her naked body between the two young males, Hema’s head was at the receiving end of Deepak’s punch. Hema screaming in pain, snapped Deepak out of his rage.

He stood back up from the bed and looked at his best friend and mother. Both were naked and frightened. Hema knelt on the bed and began crying. One hand unsuccessfully covered her breasts, and the other rubbed the back of her head where she got hit.

Seeing Hema nude, in pain and tears, both Deepak and Tariq involuntarily went on to cover her with the bed sheet. Deepak angrily snatched the sheet away from Tariq’s grip.

“Thank you for ruining my life, my best buddy! We will kill you,” Deepak said as he put the sheet around his sobbing mother. He took out his cellphone from his pocket and dialled Raj.

“Hello?… Deepak?” Raj answered.

“Dad… come here quickly. This is shocking…” shouted Deepak.

“Is everything all right?” asked Raj. He sounded so worried and shocked. Even Tariq and Hema could hear his voice through the phone.

“Just come quickly, dad!” Deepak cried and cut the call.

Tariq began moving towards Deepak to calm him down. But he went vocally ballistic again. It froze Hema so much that she dared not get up and answer a worried Raj’s call to her phone.

“So this was why you were encouraging me to fuck your mom, weren’t you? You A-class pervert! You won’t get away so easily ruining my life, you fuck-face!” yelled Deepak. He took out his phone again and dialled Fidah.

“Fidah aunty! Your son betrayed me and ruined my life. Now he will pay for it when my dad arrives,” screamed Deepak.

“What are you talking about, Deepak?” replied Fidah, whose worrisome voice also resonated in the room.

“Come here, and you will see!” said Deepak as he cut the call.

He put the phone in his pocket. Deepak’s range turned to utter sorrow. Giving a helpless look at Tariq and Hema, he broke down crying. Watching him, both Hema and Tariq began tearing up.

Tariq was also worried that Fidah would soon find out about his indulgence with Raj and Hema. It was under Raj’s request that he never told Fidah anything. He felt he’d broken his mother’s trust despite her being so open about his sex and sexuality.

“Son… please try to understand…” Hema tried to reason with Deepak.

“What kind of a mother are you? You are cheating on dad, and that too with my best friend!” asked Deepak as he wept.

“I am just like any typical woman lucky to be in a family that allows open sex. We were going to tell you everything, but you shut us off,” replied Hema.

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. Let dad come,” replied Deepak.

“Fine! Let him come. Just know that he knows everything. It was all his idea,” replied Hema.

“What?”

Deepak was startled and taken aback.

It took around 45 minutes for a worried Raj to reach his apartment. He rushed home without even removing his shoes. Dashing into the bedroom, he saw Tariq and Hema sitting on the bed. Tariq was shirtless and in boxers, while Hema wore a loose nightie with seemingly nothing underneath.

He noticed their faces were bloated from crying. Raj saw Deepak sitting on the floor. His son appeared to be shaken up from a fit of rage. Deepak stood up, walked towards a confused and worried Raj, and hugged him.

Patting Deepak in consolation, Raj signalled to Tariq and Hema with his hand, “What the fuck happened?”

They responded with a thumbs up, indicating, ‘Shit went down! But everything appears to be fine now.’

Until about 45 minutes earlier, Deepak was oblivious to how much his parents are proponents of the healthy culture of free, safe, and open sex. They were waiting to include him on their bandwagon once they were sure he’s grown and matured.

They believed the ideal time to reveal their vibrant sexual lives would be after his board exams. Unfortunately, like Tariq’s, Deepak’s life had taken a sexually darker turn. About 8 months ago, Deepak’s virginity was taken by Rekha, the wife of his math tutor, Ram sir.

She threatened Deepak with suicide should anyone know about them. Under Rekha’s manipulations, Deepak never revealed anything about it to his open-minded parents or best buddies. Every time Deepak and Rekha made out, she left him with more guilt.

Rekha feared Raj would fish everything out of Deepak through his behavioural cues. She compelled Deepak to distance himself from his parents altogether. But Deepak, unlike Tariq, is a psychologist’s son. He was well-taught about safeguarding his mental health from toxic parasitic manipulators.

He bravely ended his indulgences with Rekha. But it wasn’t easy for him. Every day of math tuition classes became a mental struggle where he always felt watched. Deepak kept avoiding Rekha and her advances with the unhealthy mental reaffirmation that sex = bad.

And he couldn’t open up to his parents, fearing that it might somehow lead to Rekha’s exposure. He feared he would be blamed should she suicide. The toxic nature of Deepak’s first sexual encounters ruined his perception and interest towards sex.

Even after passing boards and moving past the Rekha chapter, Deepak’s mind needed more time to open up to his parents. He continued to remain reserved with a strict conservative mindset. The limited discussions that Deepak ever did about sex and porn with his buddies where him merely trying to blend in.

“Fucking manipulators,” sighed Raj as he heard Deepak’s story.

“I wish you were open to us. You could have the kind of liberation rare among people in our society,” Raj said. “By the way, do you know that I am a bi, and so is Tariq and how we ended here in this arrangement.?” Raj asked Deepak.

“Yes, Raj, he knows. And he even said he had his suspicions about your sexuality,” Hema said with a faint smile.

“He even knows Tariq’s chapter of abuse, and he feels sorry. We have covered all that, Raj.”

Raj notices that Tariq still looks worried. “Whats the matter, Tariq? Everything appears good now, doesn’t it?” asked Raj.

“He is worried about Fidah aunty finding out that he hid all this from her. I assured him that I would say it was a prank or something. And even mom said that she would talk to her should things turn ugly,” said Deepak.

“Well, we can wait until we’re sure she’s ready to hear it all from us,” said Raj.

“She is probably on the way here. I wonder why she hasn’t reached yet,” said Tariq.

Raj looked confused.

“In a fit of rage, I dialled Fidah aunty after calling you. She has since not answered my calls. She probably left her phone at home in a hurry,” said Deepak with a sad face.

Just then, Fidah emerged from behind Raj. Tariq and Hema stood up from the bed in utter shock. Having entered the house hurriedly, Raj had forgotten to lock the door. Fidah had reached just a few minutes after Raj and overheard their entire conversation.

Raj moved aside and stepped back cautiously as Fidah’s eyes glared at him through their niqab. Seeing Fidah, Deepak was perhaps as shocked as Tariq and Hema were when he barged into them having sex.

Fidah stepped towards Tariq, who appeared very fearful and equally tearful. In the eye-to-eye mother-son moments, Tariq saw Fidah’s angry stare turning into a look of forgiveness. It conveyed, ‘I still love you, son!’

Mentally relieved and overwhelmed, Tariq put his head on her shoulders in utter humility. Failing to fully comprehend the mother-son dynamic, Deepak, Hema and Raj glanced confusingly at each other.

After consoling Tariq for a good bunch of seconds, Fidah turned to Hema and moved towards her. Without breaking eye contact, Fidah removed the face covering of her niqab.

“Slut! At least you could have told me. I would have happily allowed and perhaps joined in, too,” Fidah said, changing her demeanour to sport a naughty smile. She pushed Hema to the bed, got on her, held her hands firmly against the bed, and started kissing her.

Utterly and pleasantly surprised, Hema responded with the same vigour. Watching Hema and Fidah starting to make out, Raj, Deepak, and Tariq looked at each other. They were surprised and equally aroused. Tariq immediately got out of his boxer, just as Raj signalled him and Deepak to come near him.

“History is about to be made, lads. Tariq, go lock the main door while we undress,” ordered Raj.

By the time Tariq returned, both Raj and Deepak were nude. Rather enchanted by what he was witnessing, Deepak involuntarily moved a few steps away from Tariq and Raj. Or maybe he subconsciously detected the bi-vibes from them.

On his one side was his dad and best buddy feeling and fondling each other’s cocks. Deepak was fixated, however, on what was in front of him. The sight of his mother being kissed hard and fingered through her nightie by his best friend’s mom.

Breaking from kissing Hema, Fidah turned her head toward the three males in the room. She saw Deepak stroking himself, looking at her and Hema. Raj and Tariq were shagging each other with their eyes affixed in her direction.

Turning back to Hema and tearing her nightie apart, Fidah ordered, “Ask your son to strip me.”

Before Hema could say anything, Deepak jolted onto the bed, amusing Raj and Tariq. While Fidah continued pleasuring Hema with her mouth and fingers, Deepak rolled up Fidah’s niqab and helped her get rid of it.

He exposed a big wet patch at the centre of Fidah’s pink leggings that covered her pantyless bottom. Listening to their back-stories sure got Fidah wet. Her juices seeped from the patch. A curious Deepak touched to ‘see what it feels like.’

Deepak began working on removing Fidah’s leggings and bra. She bent over to Hema and whispered in her ears, “Do you mind doing it with Deepak?”

“I guess I don’t mind,” said Hema, panting from having her pussy fingered.

She turned around as Deepak pulled away the last inch of Fidah’s skin-tight pyjama. Facing the males, she queened on Hema. Hema instantly began licking Fidah’s pussy while the fingers of her either hands spread her pussy lips.

Pleasured by Hema’s oral, Fidah began putting up a show for the men by feeling herself. Moaning, she ran her hands across her neck, bosoms and curves to delight and teased the fuck out of the three male spectators.

Looking erotically at Deepak’s eyes, Fidah bent over to resume fingering Hema. She gestured at Deepak with a naughty smile and a couple of head and eyebrow movements, “Do you want to fuck your mom?”

Tariq and Raj’s stopped in their tracks and began curiously staring at Deepak for his response.

“No!” Deepak nodded. Even Hema saw his response from the corner of her eyes.

“So be it,” Fidah nodded back, accepting his decision.

“Let me suck you then. Come closer, Deepak,” said Fidah as she continued fingering Hema.

In the heat of seeing his mother suck on his best friend’s cock while fingering his mom, Tariq’s hand appeared to guide Raj’s head to his dick automatically. In moments, Raj and Fidah were rhythmically blowing each other’s sons. Their eyes often met in the process.

Hearing Deepak and Tariq moan in unison, Hema moved away from under Fidah and sprung up. Kneeling on the bed with one hand placed on Fidah’s back and the other fingering herself, Hema announced, “Don’t stop blowing. Whoever cums last is the winner. Let’s go! Up, up, up….”

Hema’s playful and naughty announcement shifted everyone’s mood to a more pleasant one. It was much needed given the roller-coaster of events that transpired to the erotic environment. Playing along, Fidah and Raj began blowing even more synchronously.

Deepak knew he would cum first as he had punished himself with abstinence. On the other hand, Tariq already had a round with Hema before the fiasco. Deepak proposed that the blowers not use their hands and only blow by moving their necks.

Even as Raj and Fidah obliged the rule, Deepak had to surrender. He unloaded massively in Fidah’s mouth with an even more massive moan.

“Yay! we have a winner….,” announced Hema, just as Fidah sat up on her knees and pulled her closer. Holding Deepak’s cum in her mouth, Fidah grabbed Hema by the pussy. She laid her down and ‘poured’ some of it into her mouth.

Hema readily swallowed her son’s cum. Fidah spat the rest of the cum on Hema’s pussy and smeared it. Seeing Fidah getting nasty and fingering Hema’s cum-spread pussy, Deepak got hard again. Tariq came instantly into Raj’s mouth.

Fidah fingered-fucked Hema heavily until she began to squirt. Tariq quickly came near his mom to savour Hema’s juices. Hema watched in pleasure as the mother-son duo licked from her pussy the mix of her squirt and her son’s cum.

On Hema’s gestures, Deepak and Raj, the dad-son duo, proceeded to pleasure Fidah’s holes with their fingers. They also took turns licking her. While the dad and son worked on Fidah’s bottom, Hema slid away again and assumed the doggy posture.

Getting Hema’s cue, Fidah readjusted her mouth to rim her. Having Tariq stand near her face, Hema began sucking his semi-erect dick. Tariq’s arousal went a notch higher as he saw the group sex circuit in its glory.

His dick was in the mouth of the woman whose ass was being explored by his mother’s tongue. At the same time, she was being licked and fingered by his best friend and his dad.

Tariq also noticed that Deepak was too conscious about ‘touching’ or ‘coming in contact’ with Raj. On the other hand, Raj was conscious about not ‘turning-off’ Deepak with that.

“Deepak needs to get over such silly inhibitions,” thought Tariq.

Hearing Fidah moaning louder, Hema took another initiative. Breaking the circuit and teasing everyone again, Hema had Deepak bring the computer chair from the corner of the room. She made Raj sit on it and pulled Fidah by her hand.

“The chair won’t break. Rest your back fully on Raj. For better balance, rest your head on his shoulder,” said Hema.

Fidah could feel Raj’s chest and tummy pushing against her back with the rhythm of his breathing. Hema meticulously lifted both of Fidah’s legs to have her squat on Raj’s thighs. Raj’s hands fastened Fidah’s body-back to his like a seatbelt. Tariq offered his hand to Fidah for support.

Ensuring their balance was intact, Hema lubricated Raj’s throbbing cock-head with her spit. She directed it into Fidah’s asshole. Deepak and Tariq watched curiously as Raj and Fidah got comfortable in their positions and humping.

Moving closer, they observed the spasms of Fidah’s vaginal lips and flesh as Raj’s cock entered her rear. Hema brought her son right before the ‘set-up’ and pushed his tool into Fidah’s wet pussy.

Having helped her husband and son in commencing their double penetration on Fidah, Hema turned to Tariq.

“Now let me lubricate your rear for my husband,” Hema said to Tariq. He was standing watch while holding his mother’s hand to help her balance. Hema went behind Tariq, knelt and began rimming him.

While holding Fidah’s hands, Tariq bent over slowly to better spread his rear for Hema. His face was just inches away from his mother’s pussy. He was being DP’d by Raj and Deepak.

“Ah, please do your signature snake-mode, aunty,” requested Tariq. Hema’s tongue began protruding in and out of her pouting lips in a timed manner. Going in and out of Tariq’s asshole, it rapidly moved up and down while inside him.

‘Man! Those two are at a whole other level of sexual familiarity,’ thought Deepak, as he soon got engrossed in fucking Fidah.

“Ouch, I’ve got a muscle cramp,” shouted Fidah after a while. Deepak stopped thrusting and took his dick out, not knowing what to do. Freeing Fidah from her plight, Raj got up from the chair. His ‘seatbelt’ hands carried a shyly giggling Fidah, like a JCB truck, and tossed her on the bed.

Tariq quickly went next to Fidah and massaged his mother’s cramped thighs. Raj went and sat on Fidah’s chest for her to blow him. Hema encouraged Deepak to join her in licking Fidah’s pussy, which he happily agreed to do.

However, he was reluctant and conscious about his tongue or face ‘touching’ his mother while pleasuring Fidah.

“It’s ok, bro. It is not incest if your tongues or faces rub while doing that. You saw mom and me licking the fuck out of your mom’s pussy, right? Just go all in, bro! Shed your inhibitions,” said Tariq.

“He is right, Deepu,” said Hema. “Try getting used to it if you can,”

“Also, it’s not deemed homosexual if two or more dicks touch while pleasuring or being pleasured by a woman or women,” added Tariq, as he continued to massage Fidah, who was sucking Raj off.

“Tariq is right. You need some getting used to, Deepu,” added Hema. Without risking making Deepak uncomfortable, Hema encouraged him to lick Fidah alongside her.

It didn’t take long for Deepak to not be bothered about his tongue touching his mother’s. After all, he trusted that Hema respected his decision not to indulge directly with her even though she wanted to. Hema also guided Deepak in fingering Fidah and running his tongue on Fidah’s clit.

“Oh yeah!” moaned Fidah, taking Raj’s dick out of her mouth. “Now make your son fuck me before I cum, Hema. And that’s enough massage from your Tariq. I am fine now, son,” she added before going back to orally pleasuring Raj.

With Raj’s ‘cooperation,’ Hema had Fidah’s hips moved slightly towards the edge of the bed for Deepak to pump. Deepak assumed the uncomfortable (and funny) semi-squatting position to hump Fidah in missionary. Seeing this, Hema helped him assume a better and more comfortable stance.

“Lean over her and support your upper body with your hands on the bed, on either side,” Hema suggested. As Deepak assumed the position, Fidah’s hand guided his throbbing dick into her pussy. Hema then knelt behind Deepak and gave him a motherly peck on his ass cheek.

She pushed his hips with both hands, adding weight to his thrusts. Withholding himself from ejaculating, Raj stood up from Fidah’s chest and got out of bed. He asked Tariq to lie next to his mother.

Standing next to Deepak, Raj proudly watched his son pound Fidah while being assisted by his wife. As Tariq lay next to Fidah, Hema’s fingers wet his rear with her saliva. Soon, Raj began thrusting Tariq, assuming the same leaning posture as Deepak.

Hema moved on her knees to position herself between (and right behind) her son and hubby. She lent either of her hands to aid each of their hips with the extra push they needed for thrusting.

The sounds of moans and grunts filled the room in sync with the near-creaky sound of the bed.

Whenever their eyes opened between the pleasure intake, Fidah and Tariq saw the lustful eyes of the mother-father-son trio feasting on them. Deepak and Raj often looked and nodded at each other like two partners in crime.

Hema and Fidah exchanged thankful glances for the new cocks and actions. Tariq’s and Fidah’s hands clutched each other’s as they were being pounded. They enjoyed how the sides of their bodies, shoulders and thighs touched while lying next to each other and being fucked.

Amid all that steamy action, Tariq’s and Deepak’s eyes met in acknowledgement. In a matter of hours, they went from being best buddies to being on the verge of shattered friendship to being buddies who now fuck each other’s moms.

In time, Fidah came first, followed by Raj and Deepak. The moans of their ejaculation appeared to tail one another. And just as Raj pulled out of Tariq, Hema went-on to stroke Tariq intensely, making cum in another minute.

Hema watched Tariq and Fidah curl up facing each other, preparing to sleep like two tired toddlers. Their holes were leaking with her son’s and husband’s cum. Grabbing her torn nightie that lay at the corner of the bed, Hema went on to gently wipe the seeping cum off of Fidah’s and Tariq’s holes.

“Could you adjust?” said Hema as she went on to lay on the bed after tossing blankets for everyone. Deepak and Raj soon snuggled onto either side. Making themselves comfortable on the bed, everyone quickly dozed off.

They would soon be awakened by thirst and hunger. They would satisfy it with a nude dinner session in the middle of the night.

The group’s dinner discussions entailed Tariq proposing how Kishen would be a worthy addition to the group. It came off as a surprise revelation for Deepak and Raj. Hema and Fidah were enticed by the possibility of being simultaneously double penetrated.

While this event between Tariq and Deepak unfolded, Kishen was in Usha’s flat. With no one home, he was looking to swap Usha’s and Neetu’s old panties with freshly worn ones. Little did he know that he was moment’s away from being caught red-handed by Manoj sir.

To be continued.

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Raghav looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a traditional sherwani with headgear. “It’s been a while since I’ve cleaned up,” he thought.

He took a sip of water and sat on the bed in his room. Downstairs, preparations were being made for a marriage ceremony. The pyre was set up in the living room by the pujari. He also happened to be Raghav’s closest friend Aashish.

Raghav thought back to when he first told Aashish about his ‘situation.’ He smiled, remembering how Aashish’s jaw dropped. “You lucky fucker! I can’t believe it!” And here he was today as a brahmin officiating the ceremony.

Feeling nostalgic, Raghav remembered how it all started over 2 years ago. The pandemic hit India hard. Daily wage workers were hit the most. Raghav got a call from his aunt, whom he hadn’t spoken to in a decade. He almost didn’t pick it up. Then he remembered he had the hots for her as a kid, so he did.

After some painfully casual small talk, his aunt broke down crying. She told him the reason she was calling. She hadn’t eaten a good meal in days, and now she didn’t have money for rent. On the verge of tears himself, Raghav did not hesitate in sending 1000 pounds to her.

He figured after conversion to rupees, that should help her sustain for a few months at least. Unfortunately, it didn’t last that long. He got a call from her in two days. Heena mami was crying profusely now.

Her husband, Samir mama, had used almost the entire amount to pay back loan sharks for his gambling debts and then fuelling his alcoholism. He had come home and beat up Heena mami and Anshu. Raghav was enraged, but he did what he could to help Heena mami.

This went on for a year, by which point Raghav was the sole provider for that entire household. He set them up in a rented flat outside the slums in Mumbai and paid for all their sustenance.

Every day he would ask Heena Mami to leave Samir. Every day she refused. Not because of love but because of some form of tradition. During this time, Raghav also got close to Anshu. He never said no to anything she asked for.

Finally, Raghav told them he couldn’t sustain paying rent for them even though he could. Instead, he helped them get their visas and move to the UK. He remembered bringing them from the airport. They were fascinated by everything they saw on the way.

He showed them to their rooms in his estate. He set up Heena mami in the main guest room, Anshu in the room next to his, and his uncle in the outhouse. Once they settled in, they all began contributing to the house.

Heena and Anshu would cook and clean. He no longer needed maids. His uncle took the garden. He even let go of the lawn keeper because of the amazing job that his uncle was doing.

Raghav also noticed that Heena and Anshu were becoming increasingly cold to Samir. Having hated his uncle for the longest time, Raghav fueled this. He would bring expensive gifts for his aunt and cousin and have them open in front of his uncle. Jewellery and clothes were his favourite gifts.

One day he bought a good Kamarbandh for his cousin. When he gave it to her, everyone ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ at it. Excited, Anshu tried to put it on but had trouble with the clasp. She walked up to him with it around her waist and lifted her blouse a bit so he could help her put it on.

The first time he touched Anshu’s milky white skin. He felt an electric shock go through his system. His cock was erect by the time he was done hooking the clasp. Anshu noticed and proceeded to sit on his lap and kiss him, saying, “Thank you, bhaiya.”

Raghav was stunned. He looked at his uncle, who was glaring at him helplessly and his aunt, who had a warm smile. This progressed daily to where Anshu would repeatedly sit on his lap in front of her parents. She would serve him food and watch TV with him.

She even casually talked to everyone sitting on her cousin brother’s lap. He would hold her waist with his arm and let it be. But he wanted to do much more.

One day, while he was watching TV, she sat on his lap wearing very thin silky shorts. His cock rode up between her ass crack, and she began grinding on it. Raghav looked around. The coast was clear, so this time he felt bolder. He could try to touch the sides of her breasts.

She leaned back on him. Feeling bolder, he put his hands up her t-shirt and played with his cousin’s tits. She moaned and turned her head to kiss him. Lips locked. She kept grinding his cock until Raghav creamed his shorts. A year ago, his stamina was not where it is now.

She quickly got up, straightened her top and went to her room. Raghav sat there breathing heavily and realizing he had missed an entire episode of what he was watching. He looked around and saw his aunt. She was smiling again. They made eye contact, and she went away.

The next day Raghav bought her lingerie for Anshu. She opened it in front of her parents and again proceeded to sit on his lap, kiss him and thank him. He whispered in her ear, “Wear it for me tonight.”

That night, Raghav tried to sneak into his cousin’s room. He tip-toed over to her room and knocked. “Come in,” he heard. His heart was pounding as he entered the room. When he did, his heart stopped.

On the bed were both mother and daughter. Heena was in a nightgown, and Anshu was wearing her lingerie. Her tits were almost completely visible. Her hair was tied in a nice tight bun. The lower half of her ass was too big to be covered in red lingerie.

In dim lights, they both had halos making them look angelic. Mami got off the bed and walked to him. She held his hand and took him to bed, saying, “Aaajao beta.” He did as he was told. No protest. When he got to the bed, Anshu reached up, and he held her.

They began kissing in front of Heena mami. They kissed passionately, and Raghav began feeling her up. Heena mami meanwhile pulled down Raghav’s pants. He was fixed on Anshu. He pulled down the strap of her bra on one side to reveal her white breast.

Her nipple was dark and large. It pointed out like the eraser on a pencil. He closed his lips on it and sucked. Anshu moaned. He couldn’t see Heena mami, but he could hear her.

She said, “Raghav beta. You’ve done so much for our family. We can never repay you for saving our life. You were there when nobody was. Let us help you now.”

He never stopped kissing Anshu, but he felt his mami’s mouth on his cock. She was slurping on it and making it wet. Her warm mouth was heaven. Raghav was convulsing. He didn’t think he could hold much longer. He held Anshu’s ass and kissed her harder.

Anshu pulled him into bed, and he lay on his back. On one side was his cousin. On the other was his aunt. Heena mami returned to his cock and was sucking deep. Anshu began returning the favour and sucked his nipple. He held both their hair and enjoyed his heaven. Anshu mounted him while kissing his lips.

He felt Heena mami’s mouth ease off his cock as she held his hard cock. She then proceeded to guide it to her daughter’s pussy. “Choti. Sit up. Take bhaiya in. Slowly.” Anshu reluctantly broke the kiss and sat up. Without removing her lingerie, she slowly began sitting on Raghav’s cock.

Taking it inch by inch in her pussy. She was very tight. Her pussy couldn’t even take his tip at first. She winced in pain. Heena mami looked at Raghav. “It’s her first time, so please be patient. Anshu, choti. It’s okay. You can do it.” She said, holding Raghav’s cock upright for her daughter.

Anshu kept lowering herself, holding Raghav’s chest. She was wincing in pain, but she kept going. At one point, Raghav felt the end of her pussy. But Heena mami caught Anshu’s waist and pushed her down suddenly. Anshu screamed out in pain as her virginity ended. She took Raghav’s balls deep in her pussy.

Raghav held his cousin’s soft breasts and waited as she got used to his length and girth. Heena mami held her daughter down on his cock. “MUMMY!” She screamed. Raghav reached down and rubbed her clit. Her screams slowly turned into moans.

Eventually, Anshu started moving slowly back and forth. Raghav could feel his cousin’s warm wet pussy sliding on his cock. Before long, he was at his limit. He held Anshu’s ass and lifted her as his cock erupted. He looked down. There was blood on his cock. The bed sheets were ruined.

He waited with his eyes closed for the blood to come back to his brain. He was in paradise. Heena mami quickly got a wet wipe and cleaned his shaft. He knew this was a memory he would cherish forever.

His recollection was stopped short by Samir’s mama. He came into the room and said, “They are ready for you downstairs.” Raghav turned and glared at his uncle, who faltered and said, “Sorry. They are ready for you downstairs, sir.”

Things have changed a lot in the last year.

When Raghav went downstairs, he saw his aunt and cousin sitting beside a pyre waiting for him. There was no crowd. Only his brides, Aashish and his uncle. Anshu and Heena were both dolled up in bridal outfits. He went up and sat between them.

“Ready?” Ashish asked, smiling.

“What do you think?” Raghav replied, smiling back.

As will.i.am once said, “I got a feelin’ tonight’s going to be a good night. Tonight’s going to be a good good night.”

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