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Hi, main Debashish odisha se hu. 46 years ka hu, aur bank mein job karta hu. Bahut shant swabhav ka malik hu, apne kaam se kaam rakhne wala. Ghar mein mere meri wife Devika 41 years, bahut sundar figure aur cute face ki malkin hai.

Bilkul South actress ki tarah baal lambe hai. Body thodi moti hai, par zyada nahi. Bhare hue badan wali hai. Badi gaand aur bade boobs hai. Ghar mein hamare 5 members hai. Mere papa jo ki 71 years ke hai, aksar baahar rehte hai. Mera beta Arun 19 saal ka hai, aur college mein padhta hai.

Sabse pyari meri Rosni beti, jo ki hostel mein padhti hai, 18 years ki hai. Chutti mein kabhi-kabhaar ghar aati hai. Main subha 9 baje ghar se nikal jaata hu, aur shaam ko 7 baje aata hu. Hamara ghar do manzila hai. Ground floor pe 4 kamre, aur first floor pe 3 kamre bane hue hai.

Hum dono ka kamra ground floor pe hai. Side mein drawing room hai, jahan pe tv laga hua hai. Kitchen aur pooja ghar doosri side mein hai. Beech mein seediya jo ki upar ke kamre ki taraf jaane ke liye hai. Upar Arun aur uske dada ji ka kamra hai. Side mein ek room hai, jo guest logon ke liye hai.

Baat tab ki hai, jab mera beta football team mein select ho gaya state level pe. Jab wo 12 din ke liye tour par tha. Devika apne bete ko bahut pyar karti hai. Dono maa bete bahut hi close hai dost ki tarah. Bhale hi Arun mujhse apni baatein share nahi karta, aur apni maa se kehta hai. Lekin jab tour ki baat aayi, to Devika dukhi ho gayi apne bete se door hote hue.

Arun ne Devika ko mana liya. Shaam ko apni behan ko bhi phone karke bata diya, ki main select ho gaya hu, aur 2 din ke baad tour pe jaunga. Raat ko hamne dinner kiya aur papa ke liye upar kamre mein khaana de kar Devika chali aayi.

Main drawing room mein baith kar tv dekh raha tha. Devika bartan dho kar aayi, aur mere paas baith gayi. Thodi udaas si thi wo.

Maine poocha: Kya hua baby, itni udas kyun ho?

Devika: Tum kya jaano bete ki judai. Agar ek din bhi bete ko naa dekhu, to mujhe chain nahi milta.

Maine bola: 12 din ki hi baat hai, fir chala aayega.

Fir maine use manane ke liye baahon mein liya, aur kiss karne laga. Devika bhi mera sath dene lagi. Fir hum dono bedroom mein aa gaye, aur zabardast chudai ki. Meri sex life bahut achi thi. Hafte mein 2 ya 3 baar chudai karte the hum. Devika ko normal sex hi pasand tha. Wo zyada pooja-path karne wali normal biwi thi. Mujhe kabhi aisa nahi laga ki meri biwi kabhi mujhe dhokha degi.

Fir wo din bhi aa gaya jab mera beta subha hi jaane ke liye nikla tour pe. Uski college ki gaadi aa gayi. Devika ne aarti ki, aur uske baad Arun chala gaya. Mujhe bhi bura laga par bete ki khwaish thi ki footballer bane. Jaise-taise 12 din beet gaye pata nahi chala. Last din ke match mein Arun select ho gaya. Humko bahut khushi hui.

Phone pe wo apni maa ko bata raha tha kis tarah game khela. Main paas mein baitha sun raha tha.

Fir Devika ne poocha: Kab aa rahe ho?

Arun ne bola: Raat ke 11 baj jayenge.

Dono maa-bete phone pe baat karte rahe.

Maine bola: Baat karti rahogi ya khaana bhi lagaogi? Bhookh lagi hai.

Devika fir call cut karke kitchen mein chali gayi, aur mere liye khaana serve karne lagi. Main khaane laga. Devika papa ko bhi khaana deke chali aayi. Jab papa ko khaana khila kar aayi, to main khaana khatam kar chuka tha. Fir wo khaana khaane lagi. Khaane ke baad wo bete ka intezaar karne lagi.

Theek 11:15 ko hamare ghar ke saamne ek gaadi ruki. Devika jaldi-jaldi door kholne chali gayi thi, ki bell baji. Door khola to Arun aa gaya tha. Devika ne Arun ko baahon mein bhar liya, aur rone lagi.

Arun ne bola: Maa tumhe to khush hona chahiye main select ho gaya.

Jab hath pakad ke andar laane lagi, to Arun bola: Ruko maa mere do dost bhi aaye hai, Karan aur Rocky. Wo dono bhi select hue hai. Hum teeno ek hi team mein hai. 7 din ke baad hamari city mein sab matches hai. Ye dono door gaon se hai, to hamare yaha rahenge.

Maine bola: Ye toone acha kiya. Ye bechare kaha rehte jaa-jaa ke. Unko bula la andar.

Fir Arun baahar chala gaya, aur dono ko bula laaya andar. Jab maine dono ko dekha, to dono bahut kaale the. Gathila badan, bilkul nigro ki tarah. Dono Devika ko aankhen phaad ke dekh rahe the. Un dono ka dekhne ka nazariya theek nahi laga tha mujhe. Ye sab dekh ke ajeeb laga. Jab meri nazar aur un dono ki nazre mili, to dono ne sar jhuka liya.

Devika ne poocha khaane ke baare mein, to Arun ne bola: Hum baahar se khaa ke aaye hai. Hum sone jaa rahe hai, bahut thakawat hai.

Deb: Ok beta, jao apne kamre mein, aur dono ko guestroom ki chaabi de dena.

Arun: Ok papa, goodnight.

Ye bol ke Arun upar chala gaya. Peeche-peeche Karan aur Rocky bhi chale gaye. Hum apne kamre mein aa gaye. Jab bed pe lete hue the, to Devika boli-

Devika: Suniye ji, mujhe kuch acha nahi laga uske doston ko dekh kar. Kaise mujhe ghoor rahe the.

Deb: Dekho Devika, wo dono gaon ke hai. Kabhi itni sundar aurat dekhi nahi hogi. Isliye dekh rahe the.

Devika: Aap mujhe sone ke jhaad pe mat chadhao. Main jaanti hu kitni sundar hu.

Deb: Tum to abhi bhi mast ho, sexy ho.

Devika: Mujhe pata hai main kitni sexy hu.

Deb: Ek baat poochu dear?

Devika: Poocho.

Deb: Main tumhe khush to rakh paata hu na? Mera matlab sex se hai. Jo khushi tumko chahiye, de paata hu ya nahi?

Devika: Ye kaisa sawaal pooch rahe ho? Maine kabhi aap se shikayat ki in 22 saalon mein? Jaise bhi hai, aap mere liye hai. Ab 12 baj gaye hai, subha bahut kaam hai, so jaiye.

Deb: Ok dear, good night.

Subha jab meri aankh khuli to dekha Devika kitchen mein thi, aur naashta bana rahi thi. Main bathroom mein ghus gaya. Fir fresh hoke dining table pe baitha. Devika naashta parosne lagi.

Maine poocha: Un teeno ne naashta kar liya?

Devika:  Nahi, subha uthte hi teeno maidan mein khelne gaye hai. Practice ke liye.

Deb: Oh, to main chalta hu. Office mein late ho jaunga. Ok dear.

Fir bye bol ke main chala gaya. Shaam ko 7 baje jab main ghar wapas aaya to dekha drawing room mein teeno tv dekh rahe the. Main apne kamre mein gaya, aur dress change karne laga.

Devika aayi aur boli: Suniye ji, Arun ke doston ko chicken bahut pasand hai. Kal aate wakt chicken le aana.

Deb: Theek hai, kal le aaunga.

Ye bol ke main bathroom mein ghus gaya. Fir fesh ho kar baahar nikla, aur Devika se chai maangi. Fir main chai peene laga. Devika dinner ki taiyaari kar rahi thi. Main apne kamre mein computer pe kaam karne laga. Fir 9 baje sab khaana khaane baith gaye table pe.

Devika pehle papa ko khaana dene chali gayi. Fir humko khaana parosne lagi. Jab Devika khaana paros rahi thi, pallu thoda gir gaya, aur Rocky ki nazar seedhe Devika ke blouse pe gayi.

Ek tak aankh phaade dekh raha tha wo. Jab maine dekha to nazar neeche kar li. Sab khaana khaa kar apne-apne kamre mein chale gaye. Main intezaar karne laga ki Devika sab kaam khatam karke room mein aaye. Aadhe ghante baad Devika aayi. Main aaj bahut mood mein tha kyunki Rocky ka dekhne ka nazariya mujhe kuch alag maza laga. Bedroom mein aate hi main Devika par toot pada.

Devika: Arre mujhe thoda saans lene to do. Itne utaawle kyun ho?

Main bola: Ek baat bolu dear? Ye Rocky tumhe aankh phaad ke dekhta rehta hai.

Devika: Main jaanti hu, isiliye main bol rahi thi ki mujhe acha nahi laga. Ab chhodho, bas 4 din ki baat hai.

Deb: Jaldi se meri baahon mein aa jao darling.

Ye bol ke main kiss karne laga, aur jaisa hamara normal sex hota hai chudai karke sone lage. Mujhe jaldi hi neend aane lagi, aur main so gaya. Subha 7 baje jab utha, to wo teeno chale gaye the practice karne ke liye. Main fresh ho kar jab Devika ke paas kitchen mein gaya, to wo thoda upset thi.

Maine poocha: Kya hua dear? Kyun udas ho?

Devika: Kuch nahi ji.

Ye bol ke wo apna kaam karne lagi. Pehli baar mujhe kuch aisi feeling aayi ki Devika mujhse kuch chhupa rahi thi. Ho naa ho kuch to hua tha. Aur mujhe pata karna tha, ki Devika kya chhupa rahi thi. Naashta karke main office chala gaya.

Office mein aaj mann nahi lag raha tha. Main yahi sab soch raha tha, ki kya kar rahi hogi Devika. Kyun udaas thi. Aaj raat baat karunga. Jab 7 baje, to main office se nikla. Raaste mein maine chicken khareed liya, aur ghar aa gaya. Devika ne khaana banaya, aur sab ko bulane lagi dinner ke liye. Arun tv dekh raha tha.

Main bola: Jaa beta apne doston ko bula ke laa, khaana ready ho gaya hai.

Main fir hath muh dho kar baith gaya. Wo teeno neeche aaye, aur baith gaye. Devika khaana parosne lagi. Aaj khamoshi se sab khaana khaane lage. Mujhe kuch ajeeb laga ki Arun apni maa se bahut baat karta tha, aur wo bhi silently khaa raha tha.

Koi baat to hui thi. Ya sirf main hi nahi jaanta tha, aur baaki sab jaante the. Teeno jaldi-jaldi khaana khaa kar upar chale gaye. Unke jaane ke baad main bola-

Deb: Kya hua Devika? Kuch baat hui kya tumhare aur Arun ke beech mein? Dono baat nahi kar rahe ho.

Devika: Aisa kuch nahi hai.

Deb: Sach bolo dear, mujhse kuch chhupa rahi ho?

Devika: Agar gussa nahi karoge to bataungi.

Deb: Maine kabhi tumhe kuch kaha hai kya?

Devika: Mujhe darr lag raha hai. Agar aap gussa karenge to.

Deb: Nahi karunga baba, ab bolo.

Devika: Jab tum office mein the, to main chai leke upar gayi thi. Ye teeno baith kar smoke aur drinks kar rahe the. Main ye sab dekh kar bahut gussa hui, aur Arun ko bhi gaaliyan di. Us time se Arun ne baat nahi ki. Bas itna hi.

Deb: Dekho dear, ab hamara beta jawan ho raha hai. Use bhi mann karta hoga enjoy karne ka apni life. Arun khud samajhdaar hai. Acha bura jaanta hai. Tum khaa-m-kha pareshan ho rahi ho.

Devika: Aap theek keh rahe hai.

Dev: Ab tum jaldi se khaana khaa ke aa jao. Hum maze karenge.

Ye keh kar main apne kamre mein chala gaya. Aadhe ghante baad Devika aayi, aur bed pe baithi. Wo kuch soch rahi thi.

Deb: Kya hua hai Devika? Kya soch rahi ho?

Devika: Kuch nahi ji, aaj bahut thak gayi hu isliye.

Deb: Ok kal maze karenge.

Ye bol ke main sone laga. Par aisa lag raha tha jaise ki Devika kuch pareshan si thi, aur mujhe theek se bata nahi rahi thi. Kya hua hoga? Agar drinks ki baat hoti to itna zyada pareshan nahi hoti. Mujhse kuch chhupa to nahi rahi thi?

Yahi sab soch ke main kab so gaya pata nahi chala. Fir main raat ko pyaas lagi to paani peene ke liye utha. Maine dekha time 2 baj gaye the. Side mein ek chhote table pe paani ka jug dhoondha to mil gaya. Fir paani piya, aur jab sone laga to left side Devika so rahi thi.

Maine jab apna hath badhaya uske maathe ko choone ke liye, to dekha ki side mein koi nahi tha. Mujhe laga shayad bathroom gayi hogi Devika. Ye soch kar main sone laga. Par jab 10 minutes ho gaye, aur Devika nahi aayi, to main utha, aur bathroom mein check karne gaya.

Bathroom khaali tha. Fir main sochne laga kaha gayi thi wo. Aur wo bhi raat ke 2 baje. Kabhi aisa nahi hua tha meri life mein. Mere dimag mein ek khayaal aaya, ki kahi papa ke paas to nahi gayi. Papa ki tabiyat kharaab thi isliye gayi hogi. Maine socha main dekh ke aata hu papa kaise hai.

Yahi sochte hue main upar jaa raha tha. Jab main papa ke kamre mein pahuncha, aur door khola, to papa gehri neend mein so rahe the. Jab door band karke peeche muda, to Arun ke kamre ki taraf guestroom se kuch awaaze aane lagi Khilkhila kar hasne ki. Fir mera dimag chakra gaya, ki guestroom mein kya kar rahi thi Devika.

Jaise-jaise mere kadam us kamre ki taraf badh rahe the, awaaz utni hi nazdeek aa rahi thi. Jab kamre ke paas pahuncha to door andar se band tha. Awaaz usi mein se aa rahi thi. Main andar dekhne ka koi raasta dhoondhne laga. Shayad koi aisi jagah mil jaye ki main kuch dekh saku.

Meri kismat kharaab thi, ki koi raasta nahi mila. Tanki ki side pe ek skylight tha, jo upar tha. Main sochne laga kaise main andar dekh saku. Mera dil dhadak raha tha, ki kya kar rahe the ye andar. Balcony mein dekha to ek chhoti chair thi.

Fir main dheere se chair utha kar laaya, aur tanki ke upar chadh gaya. Waha main chair daal kar baith gaya, aur andar jhaankne laga. Andar ka scene dekh kar socha, ye kya ho raha hai mere ghar mein raat ke 2 baje. Devika aur Arun ek taraf, aur Rocky aur Karan doosri taraf carrom khel rahe the. Sab hassi mazaak kar rahe the.

Wo neeche baithe hue the, aur jo carrom board Arun ke kamre mein tha, use laa kar khel rahe the. Par jab mera dhyan bed pe gaya, to dekha ki jo guestroom ke bed pe bedsheets thi, wo bahut hi kharaab hui thi. Silwate bahut padi hui thi. Side mein kapde bhi pade hue the.

Lag raha tha jaise un dono ne kapde yaha-waha fenk diye ho. Teeno boxer pehne hue the. Devika nighty pehne hue thi. Main aadhe ghante tak dekhta raha. Jab un logon ka game khatam hone laga to main neeche utar gaya, aur apne kamre mein chala aaya. Main aake sone ki acting karne laga. 7 minute baad Devika aayi, aur bed pe let gayi.

Meri aankhon mein se neend gayab ho gayi thi. Main soch raha tha ki Devika kuch to chhupa rahi thi. Achanak yaad aaya ki main jab Devika ko sex ke liye bola to wo thak gayi hu boli thi. Us time to wo saree mein thi. Ye nighty kab change ki? Kahi Devika mujhe dhokha to nahi de rahi thi?

Mujhe pata karna hoga. Mere mann mein ajeeb-ajeeb khayaal aane lage. Game ka bahana le kar wo dono kuch kar to nahi rahe Devika ke sath jisse Arun nahi jaanta ho. Mujhe pata karna hoga aakhir ye maajra kya tha.

Next part mein bataunga ki aage kya hota hai. Kya Devika ka sex  ka chakkar tha,bya mere aankhon ka dhokha.

What a sweet morning at the Sharma residence. The birds were squeaking, people were off to work and the light touch of sunshine slowly called Laila to rise from her sleep.

Laila Sharma is a mother like no other. She is married for almost 20 years and has a naughty son of the same age. She’s mesmerizing and is sweeter than pure honey itself. Her long hair falls to her waist and her eyes show innocence. She is always playful as she uses her thick juicy lips to pout, giggle, and smile. Like a traditional Indian mom, she wears sarees and salwar suits. It’s because of her notorious son, she was convinced to wear clothes that fit her too tightly. Hence, her sarees fall to the waistline showing her deep navel to the world, and her blouse clings to her huge milky boobs.

Laila’s boobs have never stopped growing which is why she makes every woman around her jealous. Her milk production has also never ceased in 20 years as even today she lets her adult son Adit secretly enjoy her breastmilk whenever he pleases!

Her family’s happiness is everything to her, so she succumbs to all their wishes and sometimes, to the wishes of raunchy people as well. She looks at him with her pleasing motherly eyes as he sucks her heavy round breasts and drinks her delicious overflowing milk. She thinks maybe she should stop wearing bras to give her son easy access to her tits also making it easier to cover up in case his father walks in unannounced. This proves that her astonishingly naive nature, especially towards men, tends to get out of control sometimes.

Like the other day, Laila was doing her normal household chores and drying her skimpy panties on the outside rack. Suddenly, her black underwear slipped and flew down to the neighbor’s balcony. The neighbor was her dearest friend Kamini who was married to a bald, fat, and arrogant businessman.

Mr. Chaubey was suspicious and had a huge crush on Laila. She immediately rushed to their house to fetch it and apologize. Then she rang the doorbell and the door opened to reveal Chaubey in his dirty boxers and banyan. She tried to explain the panty situation and saw him hold her underwear between his fingers. He refused to return it as he claimed he had two doubts that proved this panty didn’t belong to her.

Laila pleaded and joined her hands saying she owned the underwear and would do anything to get it back. After much convincing, he said firstly, that panty’s size was extra large and he didn’t believe Laila’s ass to be that big.

Then the innocent Laila lifted her salwar and lowered her tight kameez down to her feet! She stood at her cunning neighbor’s doorstep in her lavender-colored thong. Laila twirled toward Chaubey, revealing her two perfectly heart-shaped ass cheeks.

A thin line of lavender underwear hid her delicate pussy but the shower was hot tight, smooth, and appealing her huge ass was. Chaubey was dying of pleasure as he began sniffing the black pair of panties in his hands and sinking in the aroma of his hot neighbor’s juices.

She asked if the neighbour was convinced, but received no answer. Laila faced the fat bastard again, crossing her arms and making her milk tankers pop up as he shamelessly took a last sniff of her delicate panty.

Then Chaubey said: You have convinced me of the size. But the ultimate test is to see if the smell of both these underwear matches.

Laila sighed a relief and was smart enough to know what Chaubey was asking for. She shyly removed the lavender thong she was currently wearing and gave it to the pervy neighbor.

Oh, the sight was phenomenal! A decent gullible mother in her tight salwar standing naked from her waist down at her best friend’s doorstep. She never once questioned her act and was oblivious to the fact that her heavenly pussy was naked to anyone who could have strolled by.

“Ahhh” exclaimed the dirty neighbor licking the last remaining juices off the lavender thong. Laila was curious and asked –

Laila: Wow Chaubey ji, I didn’t know you liked the taste of chut this much.

Chaubey had lost himself and without saying a word, he took his finger and rubbed against the innocent mom’s wet pussy. Laila was hit with a train of pleasure but she controlled herself by pushing her neighbour’s fingers away. The fat baldy showed her how wet she was before swallowing a fresh sample of Laila’s cum.

He threw the black panty toward her and disappeared in an instant. Laila quickly hurried back home and sat calmly for a second. Her breathing was non-stop and her pussy was dripping as if a whole dam of cum had burst inside her. Her gullible nature did not make her feel ashamed. But she was confused with the fact that why was such an encounter so arousing?

Laila stood up thinking the entire situation was normal and ended up liking Chaubey Ji more.

Coming back to the present, our sweet mommy awoke from her dreams. She doesn’t like sleeping with clothes on, but on the demands of her husband, she was forced to wear a traditional nightie. She turned to look at her snoring husband and started thinking about their dry marriage.

Kishore Sharma was a useless corporate worker. He never failed to realize how lucky he truly was to land a bodacious desi wife like Laila. But instead of satisfying her, he worked like a slave at an IT firm, spending hours with his bullying coworkers. Laila’s innocent nature scared Kishore but he was helpless to do anything.

Laila loved Kishore dearly and made sure she does her duties as a traditional Indian wife should.

The sound of the alarm clock snapped the desi mother out of her daze and she curled out of bed to start her fun-filled morning!

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I hope you like this much of story. Stay tuned for the next part. Please send your feedback about the story and suggestions are also welcome. Thanks for reading the story.

Hello, ISS readers. My name is Bilal. This story is about the complicated relationship I had with my ex-girlfriend Roshini.

This happened 4 years back when I was 25, and Roshini was 23. We met at an IT company. It was Roshini’s first job after college, and she had moved interstate to work here.

She had joined this company a month before me. She was assigned to help me with my joining formalities, and that’s how we got to know each other. She was from Tamil Nadu, and I was from Karnataka. Since we didn’t speak each other’s native languages, English was our common medium of communication.

It had been a month, and there was a natural tension between us. Long story short – we had a company outing, and by the end, we became a couple.

To give you a brief of Roshini, she was 5.7 and lean. She likes to dance and keeps her shape well. She had long hair and a sharp face. She was a pretty girl but not like the models. She had the face of a next-door girl. But carried herself very well.

While we were in a relationship, we shared details of our past. I was a little narrow-minded at first. I had trouble accepting that she was not a virgin. She had two boyfriends in college and had had sex with both. I had a girlfriend at my college, which ended up in a bad breakup.

I have been to second base quite often but was still a virgin. I shared this with Roshini as well. Though I was a virgin, I badly wanted to have sex with Roshini. She was staying alone in a small one-bedroom apartment, and I stayed close by in a hostel.

Eventually, I moved in with her. But I still had my room at the hostel, where I had most of my stuff. After a couple of months into the relationship, I was staying 2-3 nights at her place and the remaining time at my room.

We used to work night shifts, and we slept during the day. So her landlord didn’t bother me staying there with her as it was mostly mornings.

The first time I had sex with Roshini is still memorable to me. She had been to her home that weekend and was returning. She asked me to pick her up at the bus stop and take her to her flat. It was pouring rain that night. But I still picked her up on my bike.

I was about to leave when she offered me to stay at her place that night. I knew this was my night. She wanted to have a shower and asked me if I could order food. I ordered the food and was watching a movie on her laptop.

Until that night, we had never stayed a night together. But every chance we got, we used to kiss our hearts out. While she was having her shower, the power went off. She asked me to save the laptop charge so we could watch the movie together during dinner.

I did so and patiently waited. She had taken her change of clothes, and she came out wearing a black T-shirt and a long skirt. She still had a towel over her head. Seeing her in the light of the laptop, I was in love. The food guy called us to say he will not be able to deliver tonight because of the rain.

This didn’t matter because she already had her dinner, and I was not that hungry. She dried her hair and came sat next to me on the bed and asked which movie to watch. I didn’t have a choice as it was her laptop, and she had her collection of movies. So we picked a random one and started watching.

It didn’t take long for me to start getting distracted. Every chance I got, I leaned towards her and slid my hands over her legs, playfully lifting her skirt. Then suddenly, she paused the movie and turned towards me. I knew from that look that we would not be watching the movie that night.

She leaned over me, and we started kissing. The kiss lasted longer than we had kissed anytime before. As we kissed, she had her left hand over my hair. I had my right hand on her back. The kiss was getting more and more wet. Our tongues we playing with each other.

I had already oozed my precum, and she would have definitely felt my boner.
Her thighs were running over my boner, and I put into words the ecstasy I was feeling. I pulled her closer to me in an embrace and held both my hands behind her. My left hand was feeling her upper back.

I moved my right hand to the bottom of her skirt and pulled the up to her knees. And at that moment, she stopped her kissing and lay face down on the bed.
I asked her if she was alright, and she only gave me a smile through her wet hair. I knew this wasn’t a no.

I lay on my side and told her she had worn the most dangerous attire on a rainy night and in a power cut. She shook her head more. I slowly got back to her skirt bottom and started sliding them over to her knees. As she was lying face down, her skin glistened over the laptop light.

His legs felt a little cold as she had taken a shower just then. I didn’t want to spoil the whole surprise right away for me. So I didn’t raise the skirt further up but slid my hands deeper into her thighs. I spread her thighs just enough to have my fingers between them.

I was reaching the G-spot, and she turned towards me and started kissing again. This time, the kiss was more passionate. I took my hand from between her thighs and slid towards her ass. I could hear her breathing had gone louder. I moved my hand towards her panty and could feel her ass over it.

I knew I wanted more than that, and I knew she wanted more. I slid my fingers through her panty’s side and reached straight to the centre of her bums. She didn’t expect this, nor had I planned. But things took an immediate turn. She pushed me over and made me lie face up, and she got on top of me.

I was wearing track pants and a T-shirt. She sat on my hips and reached out to kiss me more. This kiss was vigorous. As she kissed me, she led my hands to her legs. I took the signal and slid her skirt up. My hands were all over her thighs, but I still didn’t get to touch her pussy.

I pulled her closer to me, reached back again, and slid my fingers through the sides of her panty. I wasn’t planning on this. But in the heat of the moment, I spread her ass cheeks and again touched her ass hole with my middle finger. Her loud breathing turned to a soft moan.

She was sitting upright until now. But when I touched her, she leaned over to my head and arched backwards, exposing and spreading more of her ass. I took the sign and gently rubbed my fingers over her tight hole up and down. Her moans were getting louder and in rhythm to my finger.

I stopped sliding my finger and pressed and little at the entrance, and her eyes widened. She gave me a wicked smile and pushed my hands aside. I was a little disappointed, but not for long. Now, it was my turn. She moved down to my knees and slid down my tracks while keeping contact with my eyes.

The bulge in my briefs was very much visible. She first felt my bulge with both her hands over my briefs. And then, with that same wicked smile, she raised her skirt to her hips and placed her ass right on my bulge. She didn’t take my briefs off, nor did she remove her panty.

She didn’t put all her weight on me. She adjusted her weight with her knees and touched the tip of her ass in my bulge. I slowly rubbed her ass all the way to her pussy. I was expecting skin contact, but this was wild. The nerves in my dick were twitching.

I raised my hips to have a stronger feel. But she kept her rhythm, and slowly I faded to that. As she moved like a pendulum, the silence of the night was disturbed again with her loud breaths. And as the breaths went louder, the movements were beginning to pick pace.

I knew my orgasm was not far away, and I hadn’t even seen her breasts yet. I tried to delay my orgasm to the best I could. But she was too good. I could feel crackers exploding in my brain. I was having feelings I never knew I had. Her loud breaths turned to moans.

I didn’t know much about female orgasms, but I knew she was also getting close. And for the first time that night, I put my hand over her t-shirt and cupped her breasts. It was like she had been starving for that. She put both her hands over mine and squeezed her breast. She had gone crazy, and so have I.

I squeezed them hard as she wanted me to. She was panting and jumping on my dick. I knew she was at the edge, and I moved along with her. She squeezed my hands more, and then suddenly, she gasped for air and held my arms and stared, sweating profusely.

I knew she had her orgasm. But she didn’t stop and gave me a wicked smile again. She kept her motion. She was the director, and all I did was act as she guided me. My briefs were sticky with precum. I wanted a release very badly, but I also loved the feel.

I knew I was not far from my climax and squeezed her breasts more over her t-shirt. This is when she bent forward and whispered, “Pinch me.” My brain could process, but my hands understood. I stopped squeezing and, with two fingers, pinched her breasts over her t-shirt and bra. It wasn’t enough.

She took over and guided my fingers right over her nipples. She made me pinch them. She gave me that wicked smile again. She took her hands off mine and let me pinch now. And she slid her hands over her hair and arched backwards. I could now slowly map out her nipples and gave them a really hard pinch.

She let out a moan, and my climax was reached. I squirted inside my briefs and gasped for air. I felt my life drain along with my climax. I had my best night ever. She knew I had also finished, and she melted to my side and lay there. She slowly took her hand and came over to my brief and felt the wetness of my cum.

She rubbed her fingers together and felt sticky. She then looked at me and gave a gentle squeeze to my dick. The night was done, and we lay there all sweaty.

To be continued.

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Hello everyone, this is Haritha again. I am 40 years old with stats of 36-30-36. A mom for two horny children. Thank you for reading my series of sexual adventures that I had with my son and neighbour. Also, for the love you showed reading my daughter’s experiences.

Just wanted to give you a teaser about my daughter. She is studying her second year of engineering and had the stats of 34-28-32. You read how she lost her virginity to her bf Abhay. He introduced her to the pleasure of gangbang by fucking her with his village friends. I read these all from her diary.

Two days back, I searched for her diary to see if she had any new adventures and found that she had two more in her account, one with her junior and the other with someone from the college. I didn’t get the time to read them. But once I read them, I will be writing them down for you, my loving reader.

Coming back to where I ended in the previous part. So we were at Akash’s place for a family function, and he licked me and made me give him a blowjob. After all these years, when he fingered me, I recalled when he didn’t know what to do at all.

I was the one who sat on his face, asking him to pull his tongue out and lick me. I also remembered how his young dick entered my young warm pussy for the first time. The way he moaned when I rode him and hit him while riding. He tried very hard not to cum so soon.

He did hold till I came on his pussy. Only then he either flooded my pussy or my mouth. I was recalling all of those while my son was fucking my pussy. Those memories made me hot, and my pussy was ready for action. I asked my son to stop and made him lie down.

I sucked his dick clean from all my pussy juices. I sucked it till it was all sloppy with my saliva and then mounted it in reverse cowgirl. I had never tried this before. But I kept on moaning as I sat on his dick. I supported myself with my hands on the bed and asked my son to pound my wet pussy hard.

My son placed his hands on my boobs and started to fuck me while I was moving my ass down. My son started to press my boobs and asked me, “What’s going on between you and Akash, bitch? From when it started?” I was moving on his dick, still moaning.

I responded to him, “It was long back. When you were born, he was the one who quenched my pussy itch while your dad was away.” Listening to his mom’s sex adventure turned him so hot.

He began to fuck with high speed and said, “So bitch tell me, did me and my sis were born to our father or someone else seeds?” I got very angry as he didn’t trust me. I pulled his dick out and got down from the bed.

I pointed my finger at my son and said, “Mind your words, Shyam. I was loyal to your dad until I saw you fucking your sister. Only then I longed for your dick. Regarding Akash, it was a one-time thing when I was all alone with you for just a few months, baby. Since I spread my legs for you, you think I am a whore.”

Shyam got up from the bed and came to me. He placed his hand on the chin and said, “Sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean it that way. I just got lost in my thoughts. I am really sorry, and now, can I continue what I am doing?” I said no and started to move towards the bathroom.

Shyam pushed me into the bathroom and pinned me against the wall. He spanked my ass and said, “You loved getting fucked rough and hard right slut? That’s why you are making me come after you. I will give you what you want.” He spread my ass cheeks and tried to push his dick into my ass hole.

I stopped him and tried to move away. He caught my hands, pulled them back, and made me bend forward. I was screaming, “No, use some soap at least. I am so dry there?” He smiled and suddenly became furious.

He caught my hair and pulled it back, and said, “Did you care when my friends stuck their dry dicks into your shit hole?” He took the jet spray and used it to make my ass hole wet. As the chill water went into my ass hole with that speed, I did nothing but moan. And then he entered my ass hole.

He held me by my hands at the back and raised me a little, and fucked my ass hole hard and fast. I was screaming and moaning, “ Ah, yes, god, please fuck slowly, you bastard.”

Hearing my moans, he bit my neck and replied, “Yes, bitch let me show how the bastards fuck the whore.” He pulled out his dick and pushed me down on my knees. Once I was on my knees since he was behind me, he caught my hair and bent my neck front, making my ass raise.

He entered again in my ass hole and fucked me with my neck pinned down to the washroom floor. I was enjoying his wildness and moaning like a slut as my son continued to destroy my ass hole. He hit my ass hard while fucking making me scream.

After a long time, I asked him to finish it fast. Then he asked me to beg him to finish. I started to beg him, “Please finish fucking this slutty whore of yours and fill my dirty little shit hole with your thick warm juices.”

Listening to my words, he started to fuck me faster and filled my ass hole with his seeds. Once down, he gave me a good bath, carried me back to the bed and left me on the bed nude to sleep. I was so tired of all the orgasms that I got in the last two hours. I dozed off to sleep and woke up with a knock on the door.

It was Akash’s wife, and she came with me. We discussed things like family and children. She was so happy that she had an amazing husband. I thought she had no idea how he was going to have me tonight. I smiled at her, and please wait till I write how we had an amazing session on the terrace with Akash.

Tell me how you felt about the incident to [email protected]. Bye.

My name is Annand and I am from West Bengal, India. I live in the district of South 14 Parganas. Currently, I am 19 years old and studying in 1st year with science as my stream.

I live with my parents, my father Bikas (50) is a government employee and my mother is a housewife. My father is a very hardworking person who is always busy with his office job during the day and too tired during the night. He is from a big joint family in the town of Diamond Harbor.

When I was a teen, my grandfather (his father) passed away, and soon there was a feud between brothers for property. My father was forced to move out with a small amount of property. But father was not much worried as he works at a somewhat middle post in his office.

My mother Sonali (40) on the other hand is a middle-aged religious Indian housewife. She is educated but compared to my father, she did not have a certificate to back up her claim. The reason behind this is that when she was in her second year of biology, her father (my maternal grandfather) passed away. With his passing my mother’s studies were put on a halt. Then the relatives and neighbors pressured my grandmother to find a groom for my mother. And thus ,she was married at the age of 20 while my father was 30. Initially, she refused to marry a guy older than her age, but my father had a government job so nobody listened to her.

After my mother’s marriage, her studies came to a full stop as her father-in-law did not allow her to go outside much, instead, he insisted that her mother take up religion as a passion and become a devotee of lord shiva. And so she became one. Offering puja to the God became her weekly activity.

Currently, my mother is 40 years old, but she has maintained her body very well. The genes she comes from are very good and healthy. Let me describe her to you. She is 5’7″ tall, she has a very voluptuous figure of 38-30-34 (I came to know this later). She is slightly brown in color, and her face is very cute. But the most enchanting part of her body is her boobs.

They were the hopes and dreams of any man she met. And the second most beautiful portion of her body was her two giant buttocks. Her ass was just amazing. They used to swing from left to right whenever she used to walk.

Kali Babu (1)

When we were kicked out of our ancestral home by my big uncle, the three of us started living in the town of Sangrampur. My father had to look for a place on short notice. But luckily, one of my father’s colleagues offered to rent his house in Sangrampur. His name was Monty. He lived in Kolkata.

My mother also wanted to live in Kolkata. But my father insisted that Kolkata was not a safe place as people didn’t care about each other, and besides that, the environment of Kolkata was very unhealthy. But in Sangrampur which was mainly a village with a small town surrounding the railway station, it was very calm and quiet.

The house was a big one. It had two floors and a relatively big open space in the front. It also had a pond by its side and there were coconut trees surrounding it. The environment was really good. The entire property was surrounded by a big wall which gave it a sense of security. My father still used to travel to Kolkata for office.

Meanwhile, I was forced to travel by train to get to my college. My college being in Diamond Harbour used to take me 1 hour 20 minutes to travel to every day. Although my father had accepted our fate, I still used to miss my play buddies. And being in a new area, it was very hard for me to make new friends. Also, the passing of my grandfather affected my personality. I used to love my grandfather.

My father had gotten accustomed to his daily life, my mother was trying her best to adapt herself and I was heartbroken. Our house was 15 minutes away from the railway station in a secluded part of the village. There were not many houses near us.

Soon after we moved in, one day our neighbor Kali Babu came to meet us. He was a man in his mid-40s, tall, fat, and dark, and he had a huge tummy. He came on a Sunday and greeted my father.

Kali Babu: So, how did you all end up here?

Father: Family feud! (chuckles)

Kali Babu: Ahh! Well, this place is not bad. It is very calm and quiet, nothing much happens here. So, rest assured there will be no feud going on here. There is nothing here worth fighting for. Hehe. So, when will you introduce me to your family?

Father: Oh right, now! Son, come here and call your mother on the way.

I was in my room upstairs, studying. Once I heard my father’s call, I hurried downstairs, went to the kitchen, and saw my mother preparing to cook. It was a hot summer day and our house didn’t have any AC. So, all the work had made my mother sweat.

I called my mother and went to the living room where I saw the man sitting up straight. My father signaled me to touch his feet to show respect. As soon as I did that, he greeted me with a big smile and said that he also had a son who was just 1 year older than me, and I should become friends with him immediately so I would not feel any loneliness.

Our neighbout also said that his son was also an introvert type like me, he never used to leave the room. He was about to say some more. But at that time, my mother entered the room and as soon as Kali Babu noticed her, he was speechless. Seeing him stop, me and my father also turned around and saw my mother.

She was in a light yellow saree. But due to her sweat, it was now almost transparent. The pallu was fully transparent and the cloth was glued with her massive cleavage. The massive cleavage was clearly visible. The saree was also stuck with her skin near her belly region and even there were droplets of sweat around her navel.

Her hair and face were also flustered due to the heat. She almost looked like a sex bomb, like a sex goddess. I had learned about porn from my college friends and they used to describe women like this only exists in fantasy. But here she was my mother in all her glory. Then my father broke the silence by introducing my mother to the man.

Father: Kali Babu, this is my wife Sonali. Sonali, this is Kali Babu, our neighbor and also a member of the panchayat. He is an important man. Listen, I want you to bring something to eat right now.

My mother nodded and went inside the house. Kali Babu was still star-stalked. I noticed his eyes. They were the eyes of a hunter who had spotted its new prey. It was the eyes of a hungry wolf who had just now spotted a rabbit.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and said that she was very pretty and that my father had good taste in women. My father laughed and asked about his family. To this question, Kali Babu became a little quiet. Once the mother came back with some sweets and a glass of sherbet, Kali Babu started.

Kali Babu: I had a wife but she suddenly passed away 3 years ago. Since then, my son has shut himself from the world. I myself am not doing so well. After my wife’s demise, I became lonely. It’s only me, my son, and our maid Mati. Mati takes care of all the house chores while I do my panchayat duties.

Mother: This is very sad. It must be so tough for you and your son. I know the pain of losing someone. Well, no fear from today, you and your son are also a part of our family.

Kali Babu laughed and said: Yes, my son will be glad to have his mother back at least to have someone’s mother figure in his life.

Mother: I was wondering what I shall do around her. But now that I know you well, I will not be bored anymore. Well Kali Babu, do you guys have any Shiva temples nearby?

Kali Babu: Yes we do have one. But it is a little far away. It is opposite to the direction to the train station, about 1.5 km from here. There is a big field and the temple resides just at the side of the field. The priest lives nearby. I will let them know of your visit, madam.

Mother: Thank you! And don’t call me ‘madam’. Call me ‘Sonali’ instead.

Kali Babu: Well, then how about this, Sonali? Why don’t you all come to our house tonight for dinner? We will get to know each other very well and your son will also make a new friend.

Mother: Sure then. 7:30 then?

Kali Babu: Fine by me, well then good day Mr. Bikas and Annand, see you tonight.

After Kali Babu left, my father congratulated my mother on her behavior.

He said: He is a member of the panchayat. So, if we keep him happy, we will also be respected around here. That means nobody will try to mess with us. Good going, Sonali.

Then he turned to me and said: I want you to be a friend of his son as well. If you are with him, then you will also have an easy time here and you will end up with a lot of friends in no time.

At around 7:30, we went to our neighbor’s house. My father and I were dressed in formals whereas my mother was dressed in a blue saree, with a blue blouse and sandals. The saree was very pretty and it really complemented her figure. We went and knocked on their door. After a few seconds, the door was opened by whom I presume was Mati.

Mati was also a beauty in her own right. She was 5’6″ tall with a figure of 32-27-32. But she had dark skin. Her boobs were also big like my mom’s, but her ass was inferior to mom’s. Mati was wearing a red saree. She greeted us and took us to the living room. She told us to sit. Very soon, Kali Babu came and joined us. He was wearing a white panjabi.

Kali Babu: Good evening and welcome to my house. Make yourselves comfortable.

Kali Babu’s house from the outside was not very spectacular. But from the inside, it clearly showed that he was not a middle-class man. He belonged to the upper middle class. I guess the saying that all politicians are corrupt still holds. My father was amazed by the house and so was my mom. They both complimented various things in the room.

While they were doing that, I noticed that Kali Babu was only looking at my mother, as if my father was not even there. After a few more talks, Mati bought beverages from the kitchen and said –

Mati: Well Mr. Bikas, let me give you a house tour. As for you Annand, you should go upstairs and meet my son, maybe you can bring him out of his room.

Soon, I saw my parents follow Mr. Bikas to the inside and I took the stairs upwards.

Alok (1)

Once upstairs, I knocked on the only door which was closed from the inside. As I waited, I heard some noise coming from the inside. It sounded like someone tussling. A moment later, the door opened and a 22-year-old girl came out of the room. She was wearing a green salwar. Her hair was all fuzzy and her breathing was heavy. She bowed to me in respect and went downstairs. Although it was for a few seconds, I managed to get a glimpse of her face. She was not exactly pretty and fair. But she had a good facial structure which was similar to Mati. I also noticed that there was a short curly hair dangling from her lips. As soon as she left, a voice came from inside, “Come in.”

Once I entered the room, I saw a young guy of my age standing in the middle of the room. He greeted me and said, “My name is Alok. Father told me about you.”

I also introduced myself.

Me: My name is Annand. Nice to meet you.

Alok: Nice to meet you. I heard from my father that you and your family were driven away from your home.

Me: Yes. It was unbelievable at first, but now I am starting to accept the fact that our relatives didn’t love us in the first place. The love they showed was superficial in reality they were only after our property.

Alok: Yes, that is the nature of the world these days. You should learn how to adapt and take whatever you want. Otherwise, you will also be left behind.

At this point, I noticed Alok’s room. It was a little bigger than my room. But most importantly, there was a computer and a big music system, and a big LED TV. It had almost everything. But the bed was a bit messy and there was an awkward smell that bothered me.

All the windows of the room were also shut. So, it was also hot inside. Alok sensed that and opened the windows and then invited me to check out his computer.

Alok: Wanna check out some games? I have my computer full of it.

Me: Sure.

For the next 15 minutes, we just browsed through his Steam and Epic game store libraries. This mesmerized me. There were games worth a lot of rupees. I also noticed that Alok even had a PS-3 and Xbox 360. His computer was also an expensive one.

Me: Your computer and games are impressive. I wish I had such things.

Alok: Consider that it is yours. My father has told me to befriend you, make you comfortable, and treat you like my own little brother.

Me: I am jealous of you Alok, you have all this luxury as well as a very understanding dad.

Alok: You are right about the first one. But the second one you got it wrong. My father only befriends people if he sees that they are of any use to him. He is a politician.

Me: What do you mean? He seems like a nice guy.

Alok: Don’t they all? Besides, I am more jealous of you, you still have a caring mother. Mine died 3 years ago.

Me: I am sorry for your loss. But yes, my mother is very caring, and I love her very much.

Alok’s room was overseeing their backyard. At this point, Kali Babu and my parents came out in the backyard, and they were talking. I noticed Kali Babu was standing very close to my mother. Alok saw that and said, “Indeed she is a good one, worth the effort”.

Me: I am sorry?

Alok: Your mom, she is very pretty with a very good body. I haven’t seen anyone like her. You are one lucky guy you get to see her all the time.

Me: What do you mean?!

Alok looked at me and said, “Are you kidding me? Bro, she is hot as fuck! Don’t tell me that you haven’t noticed it yet?”

I was a little shocked by his comment and said, “Well, don’t know about that.”

Alok: Bro, please! Do you not know about sex? Or have you not watched porn?

Me: I know about sex and I have seen some porn. But my own mother?!

Alok: Why not? Everyone knows that a mother is the first love of a guy. Besides, she is very attractive, so she will attract a lot of unwanted attention.

Me: Anyway, who was the woman who left when I entered your room?

Alok: That was Damri, Mati’s eldest daughter. She also works here like her mother. She is especially here to look after me and my needs.

Me: You even have a personal maid assigned to you?

Alok: She is not just a maid. She is more than that.

At this point, suddenly the door was knocked. I turned around and saw Damri standing. She was head bent looking at the floor. She in a very soft voice said that dinner was ready to be served and whether Alok wanted to have his dinner in his room. Alok said no and told me to go to the dining room.

Once I reached the dining hall, I was mesmerized by the amount of food on the table. The table was full of food starting from sukto to mutton. My parents along with Kali Babu also entered the room and now even they were shocked.

Dad: Kali babu, what have you done?! This is too much!

Kali Babu: This is nothing. It was on short notice, so I couldn’t arrange anything special.

Here I must mention that because of our financial condition, we have not had a feast in quite a while. Mother particularly was fond of fests. She again thanked Kali Babu for all this and we started eating.

Soon after, we were joined by Alok. Seeing him, Kali Babu was very happy. He congratulated me for saving his son and said –

Kali Babu: Now that you two are friends, you should spend more time together.

We all were having small talks and Mati and Damri were serving the food to us. Damri also introduced herself as one of the maids and Mati’s daughter to us. While eating, I noticed Kali Babu was looking at my mother from the corner of his eye. I also noticed that mom’s pallu had slightly moved to one side and because of that her cleavage line was slightly visible.

Looking at Alok, I was also shocked. Alok was sitting beside me and opposite mom. He was also looking at mom and with his left hand was gently rubbing his crotch. I noticed that there was a huge bulge in his pants. After a few moments, he stopped and rushed his food. Then he said that he was finished and went to wash his hands. The maid Damri also followed him.

Kali Babu: Please ignore my son’s manners. He still feels awkward near strangers.

My parents said: No problem.

My mother added that she felt sorry for him. After almost 10 minutes, he returned. We were about to get up. He came back and apologized and said –

Alok: I had a great time and am looking forward to hanging out with Annand.

And then he went upstairs. Right then, Damri also entered the room and noticed that her condition was similar to the first time I met her. After dinner, we chatted for a few more minutes. Then my father declared that we must leave now. My mother said that she wanted to talk to Alok for once. So I accompanied her to Alok’s room.

Alok opened the door, saw my mom, and immediately gave her access to his room. My mother went in and asked him how he was doing and all. I got bored, got out of the room, and came to the passageway. There I saw another room with the door unlocked. It was locked previously.

The light was coming from that room. Curious, I went toward it and slightly peeked through the gap. It was also a bedroom, but instead of a bed, there was just a mattress on the ground. The walls of that room also were cushioned. I also noticed some buckets on the floor. I thought that it was a store room and came back to Alok’s room. As I was about to enter it, I heard parts of conversation between my mother and Alok.

Mother: I know that you miss your mother and I can sympathize with you. When I lost my father, I was heartbroken and then I was also married the next year. But after marriage, I met my father-in-law. And basically, he became my father figure.

Alok: That is good, aunty. But who will become my mother figure? One will say Mati, but Mati is more of a maid. Whatever she does, she does out of duty, not out of love.

Mother: Well, then I can become your mother figure. I can do things out of love for you. Tell you what you can come to our house at any time. Or if you need anything from me, just ask, and I will do it for you. But you have to promise me to be more communicative and meet more people. Otherwise, you will stay an introvert forever which is not good for you.

Alok: Ok aunty, I will do that. So, as a first request, can I call you ‘mom’? You look a lot like my mother.

Mom: Sure, you can call me ‘mom’. But not in public as it can cause confusion and gossip. But when we are alone you can call me anytime.

Alok: Then mom, can you hug me? It’s been a while since I have hugged my mother.

Mom: Sure, come here.

Hearing this, I carefully peeked into the room and saw Alok was sitting on the bed and mom was standing. He hugged mom by wrapping his arms around her waist. His face was buried in her belly and on her navel. Suddenly, I saw his hands moving downward to my mom’s ass. Mom also felt something and she gently pushed him away.

Alok was flustered, his face was all red.

Mom: Well then, I shall be going. See you soon.

Alok: Wait! Will you not give me a good night kiss?

Mom: A good night kiss?

Alok: Yes, my mother always used to kiss me to bed. Will you do this for me?

Mom: Ok a kiss, I can do that.

Then she bent down and kissed his forehead. I noticed in that brief time Alok’s hand pressed against her boobs. After the kiss, my mother turned around and came out of the room. I pretended that I had not seen or heard anything.

Mom came out and said, “Let’s go”.

I noticed her belly was shining which means it was covered in saliva. We came downstairs. Dad was waiting for us near the door with Kali Babu.

Kali Babu: Now that we are a family, boudi, you must visit us often. I want to get to know you better. And if you need any help with your household chores, just ask for Mati.

Mom: Thank you, but we can’t hire Mati or any house help for that matter.

Kali Babu: Who said about hiring? Mati will work for free. There is no money involved in a real family, isn’t it?

My parents protested a little bit.  But Kali Babu didn’t listen and called Mati and said to help mom with any chores whenever she asked.

We said our goodbyes and as we left. I looked behind and saw Kali Babu had his hand around Mati’s waist and she was standing very close to him and her face was also a little flustered.

To be continued.

Mera naam Vikas hai, aur main Sasaram, Bihar se hu. Main filhaal Noida mein rehta hu, aur ek badi company mein supervisor ki job pe hu. Meri umar 34 saal hai, aur mera lund 6 inch ka hai. Main aaj jo kahani aapke saamne rakh raha hu, wo ek sacchi kahani hai, jo maine apne ghar mein dekha hai, jab meri biwi, jiska naam Poornima hai, usne mere pita ji ke sath sambandh banaye.

Poornima 28 saal ki hai, aur uske nain-naksh bhi aise hai ki kisi ka bhi dil uspe aa jaye. Wo lagbhag 5 feet 7 inch ki hai, aur uske boobs 36 inch ke gol aur sudol hai.

Kahani aaj se do saal pehle ki hai, jab meri mata ji ka dehaant ho gaya tha. Mere pita ji ek-dum hataash, maayus aur akele se ho gaye the. Mere pita ji ki umar 62 saal ki hai aur wo is umar mein bhi kaafi kaam karte hai aur active rehte hai. Wo pehle Army mein kaam kar chuke the, aur isi wajah se unka shareer kaafi healthy hai.

Unko akela dekh ke mujhe kaafi takleef hoti thi, to maine unhe Noida mein hi hamare sath rehne ke liye kaha tha. Aur isi wajah se unhe laane ke liye maine office se do-teen din ki chhuti li aur unhe laane ke liye gaon chala gaya. Kuch din waha reh ke main pita ji ko apne sath Noida le aaya.

Raat ka waqt tha, aur mata ji ke dehant ki wajah se mere aur Poornima ke beech sex nahi hone ke kaaran hum dono hi ek-doosre se door ho rahe the. Us raat Poornima ne transparent si ek nighty pehni thi. Kaafi samay ke baad aaj wo sex karne ke mood mein thi. Par main safar ki wajah se itna thaka hua tha ki mera mann nahi kar raha tha.

Gusse mein aake wo kamre se baahar chali gayi. Kuch samay ke baad aayi to use mere pita ji ke kamre se kisi ladki ki zor-zor se moan karne ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Usne halke se darwaze ki daraar se jo dekha, wo dekh ke uski aankhen khuli ki khuli reh gayi. Usne dekha ki mere pita ji poore nange the, aur muth maar rahe the.

Saamne se Facebook messenger pe koi ladki thi, jo 24-25 saal ki rahi hogi. Aur wo bhi poori nangi thi. Poornima ne pehli baar mere pita ji ka 7 inch ka mota lund dekha tha, aur dekhte hi uski chut wahi geeli hone lagi. Fir wo fatafat hamare kamre mein aa gayi.

Maine poocha: Kya hua?

To usne kaha: Kuch nahi, aaj mera chudwane ka bahut mann hai. Tum karo ya naa karo, mujhe tumse abhi ke abhi chudwana hi hai.

Itna bol ke usne mera pajama khol diya, aur mere 6 inch ke lund ko muh mein rakh ke choosne lagi. Usne mere lund ka topa baahar nikala aur uspe thook ke aise choosne lagi, jaise kayi janam se use us lund ki zaroorat thi. Ab mujhe bhi bahut hi tagda arousal ho gaya tha. Fir maine uske hontho ko choosna shuru kar diya.

Usne gaali deke kaha: Honth kya choos raha hai behanchod, tu let, aaj mujhe chodne de.

Ye keh ke usne mujhe dhakka diya, aur main bed pe firse let gaya. Usne apni nighty utari, aur poori nangi hoke apni chut ko mere lund pe tika diya. Uski chut itni geeli ho chuki thi, ki lund bina dhakka lagaye hue andar asaani se ghus gaya.

Fir wo mere lund pe upar-neeche karke chudwaane lagi. Josh mein aake maine bhi uth ke uske boobs dabaye, aur jee bhar ke choose. Itna choose, itna choose ki wo neeche se jhadne lagi aur zor se bol padi-

Poornima: Ohhhhh.

Itne mein maine uske muh pe hath rakh diya. Main neeche se usko uthaya and apni god mein bitha ke firse chodne laga. Chudwate-chudwate uske boobs mein se halka sa doodh bhi nikalne laga, jo mujhe beswad sa laga. Ab maine usko missionary position mein litaya, aur firse chodne laga. Chodte-chodte mera maal nikalne hi wala tha, ki usne mujhe kaha-

Poornima: Andar hi nikaal do.

Aur fir maine apna maal jaise hi andar nikala, itne mein wo bhi chhoot gayi, aur uski chut se jaise paani ka fawara nikla ho. Ye koi aadhe paune ghanta tak hamare chodne ka program hua, aur fir hum thak ke sone lage the. Poornima ne apni normal nighty pehni aur washroom gayi apni chut mein daale hue maal ko saaf karne ke liye.

Lekin tabhi usko mere pita ji ne dekh liya. Unhone Poornima se poocha-

Pita ji: Koi sar dard ki dawayi hai kya?

Poornima ne kaha: Ji hai.

Aur usne hamare kamre ke drawer se dawayi nikaal ke pita ji ko de diya. Subha-subha main office ke liye ready hua, aur chala gaya. Idhar mere pita ji bhi subha-subha morning walk liye gaye hue the. Fir wapas aake wo apne kamre mein sone gaye hue the.

Poornima ko laga ki shayad ghar pe koi nahi tha. To wo aaram se ghar mein nangi hoke nahane chali gayi. Usko nanga dekh ke mere pita ji ka lund khada ho gaya, aur wo Poornima ko bathroom mein nanga nahate hue dekh ke muth maarne lage. Itne mein Poornima andar se boli-

Poornima: Papa, akele-akele hilane se acha hai ki main hi aapka hila du. Aakhir bahu hu aapki, aur aapki sewa karna mera kaam hai.

Pita ji ko ye bilkul bhi expected nahi tha, aur isse pehle ki wo kuch sochte, Poornima ne bathroom ka darwaza khol diya. Dono ek-doosre ko dekh ke hairan the.

Usne kaha: Papa aapka lund to bahut hi bada aur mota hai. Itna bada to inka bhi nahi hai.

Papa ne apna shorts utaar diya, aur Poornima ko baahon mein lekar uske hontho ko choosne lage. Poornima ko bhi kisi fauji ke shareer ki taaqat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Dono ek-doosre ko choomte hue bed pe let gaye. Poornima ne papa ke gardan aur chest pe halka sa bite kiya, aur apni jeebh se unki chaati ke nipples pe gol-gol ghumane lagi.

Mere papa usko zor se ghuma ke uske boobs choosne lage. Wo giraft itni mazboot thi, ki wo usme se nikal nahi paa rahi thi, aur papa ne uske boobs aur zor se choosne shuru kar diye.

Poornima zor-zor se moan karne lagi: Aur kariye papa, aur kariye. Please mat rukiye.

Papa uske nipples ke sath khelne ke baad uski chikni chut pe gaye, aur waha zor-zor se choosne lage. Ab to Poornima ki chut se jharna nikalne laga, aur aisa lagne laga jaise usme koi sex ki devi ghus gayi ho.

Poornima: Ab aur mat tadpaiye papa, meri chut aapke lund ke liye tadap rahi hai. Please mujhe chodiye.

Itna hi kaha tha usne ki papa ka lund uski chut ki gehraiyon mein pahunch gaya. Aahh ahh ki aawaze poore kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Papa ji: Kya mast bahu hai meri. Raat mein mere bete se bhi aise chudwa rahi thi naa? Maine sab dekha tha. Aur main ye bhi dekh raha tha ki tum kaise chudwate hue ye dekh rahi thi, ki main tum dono ko dekh ke muth maar raha tha.

Poornima: Aap bhi to kisi ladki ko phone pe apna lund dikha rahe the. Maine to lund ka size dekh ke hi thaan liya tha, ki aap se chudwana hai.

Papa ne kaha: Saali bahut garmi hai teri chut mein. Maza aa raha hai bahu.

Poornima ne kaha: Itne bade lund ka maza mujhe pehli baar dene ke liye thank you papa aahh.

Poornima ne itna kaha hi tha ki wo doosri baar chhoot gayi. Papa ji: Chalo bahu rani, ab kutiya bano. Ab doggy style mein tumhari gaand mein daalunga.

Itna bol ke papa ne uski chut se apna lund nikaal ke uski gaand mein daal diya. Aur firse uski chudai shuru kar di. Poornima ko mere papa ke andar ghuse hue lund se zyada maza unke tatto ka uski chut pe takraane se aa raha tha. Ek hath se papa ne uske ek boob ko press kiya hua tha, and doosre hath se uski chut sehla rahe the.

Poornima: Apna maal andar nikalo papa, please.

Itne mein mere papa ka acha khaasa maal Poornima ki gaand mein nikla. Aur papa ne ab apna lund baahar nikala. Lagbhag, do-dhayi ghante tak ka sex chala unka. Aur dono thak ke ek-dum nidhal hoke ek-doosre ki baahon mein so gaye. Shaam ko maine Poornima ko call karke kaha-

Main: Aaj CEO ke sath meeting hai, aur isi wajah se mujhe aane mein late hoga. To tum log khaa pee ke so jana.

Phone rakhte hi papa ne kaha: Ek round aur ho jaye.

Papa ne itna kaha hi tha, ki Poornima papa ka lund apne muh mein leke choosne lagi, aur tab tak choosa jab tak unka gaadha maal nikal ke uske muh mein nahi chala gaya. Us din un dono ne teen round sex kiya.

To ye thi kahani mere papa aur biwi ki sex sewa ki. Kisi bhi Bhabhi ya ladki ko sex sewa chahiye to message kariye.

Hi, this is Sirisha Reddy Hise. I am a housewife. I’m rich enough, educated and well-mannered. I’m here to share my story through my friend Prathap’s ID due to privacy issues.

I love paintings. So, I frequently check different paintings at different art exhibitions and stalls. And I buy them if I like them. This is the only happiness in my life. I don’t say that I have nothing. I have everything but happiness.

In the meanwhile, I got news about an art exhibition in Hyderabad. So, I went there to check. I had gone through a lot of paintings with different artists. I got my eyes stuck on one painting, which is named Art by Prathap.

This portrait was as accurate as that artist read my whole life till now. It is about a man who has everything, but he has nothing!

I said, “What a painting!” Unknowingly.

“Do you like it?” a man from behind asked me. I turned around and found a man about 5 feet 8 inches tall with a smile on his face.

I replied, “Yes,” with a smile. “But sorry, it is not for sale, madam,” he said. “I love to have it at any price. Can I have the artist’s contact number? I will contact them,” I said. He smiled at me and gave me a visiting card. That evening, I returned home and started to think about how to grab that painting.

On the very next day, I called the number given. I got switched off on the other side, so I contacted them through email. After about an hour, I got a reply with an address to reach.

I reached this thinking this would be an office. But it is a house with a good garden around. I rang the doorbell, and “Come in” was all I heard from inside. When I went in, I saw a good-looking man with shorts and loose tees drawing a picture with concentration. He wore nothing underneath his tees and shorts.

He looked at me from top to bottom. His eyes got a spark like they were enjoying my presence. I usually wear sarees that are plain and transparent with sleeveless deep-cut blouses as I can display some cleavage.

You guys haven’t seen me, right? I will describe myself. I’m 5 feet 2 inches tall with 34dd-32 -36 as my measurements with an Indian dusky complexion. I know that I’m hot and can make any guy’s dick hard just with my looks. But here he is, eating me with his eyes.

“Hello,” I greeted him. “Hi,” he replied. He pointed me to sit on a couch nearby and started finishing his painting. After a while, he attended to me. “Tell me, why are you here?” he asked me.

“I like the painting you displayed at the exhibition yesterday. I want to buy it,” I replied.

“OK, buy, why are you buying it?” he asked me.

“That painting is reflecting my life,” I replied. “Oh really? How?” he asked. I first thought that I wouldn’t tell, but after asking another question. I started saying my life as well as the meaning of the painting.

“I got married into a conservative family. My hubby is a good-looking guy with a decent size of dick. But he is very reluctant about having regular sex. I sometimes tried to seduce him. But you know… ”

“So, how long ago did you have your last sex?” he inquired. “Maybe about 45 days,” I replied.

He came and sat by my side and gave me a side hug. I felt his hug a little hot. I Don’t know what made me hug him tightly. His fingers were moving on my back. I started feeling hot. I don’t know whether my wait for sex made me weak or his fingers. I started feeling him.

“Do you want to feel better now?” he asked me, and I nodded my head, saying yes. He took my lips between his lips, sucking. I couldn’t hold myself back, so I just went with the flow. I kissed his lips. We both were getting hornier.

But somewhere in my mind, I felt it was a betrayal. So I just interrupted myself and said are we doing non-loyal for that, he nodded with his head no. I was confused, and I couldn’t control my desire. I’m kissing his every inch and sucking it without hesitation while he is also doing the same.

I don’t know when my pallu went off from my body. He didn’t know when his tees went off from his body in no time. I am in my blouse and petticoat and he with his shorts. I sucked his chest and pinched his nipples. I sometimes bite them.

He is like pulling me in his chest. He made me lay on the bed and started kissing over my belly and navel. He was biting me. “Ah oh, shh,” are the words coming from my mouth now. He came onto me and started pressing my tits while sucking my lips.

He was pressing my tits and releasing my blouse hooks one after another and kissing between my tits. I was trying to control my moans, but I couldn’t. Every pressing of my boobs was loosening every hook of my blouse he finally removed all of them.

By that time, my panty was wet, and my pussy was dripping. He turned me and pulled the blouse off me. I think now he will unhook my bra, too. But he slid his hand into my panty and started feeling my pussy while he was kissing my back. Moaning sounds were coming out of my mouth.

All of a sudden, my petticoat left me. Now I was in a bra and panties, and one of my boobs was in his hand. The other was getting crushed against the bed. He started fingering me. He pulled my bra hooks with his teeth, and my bra fell, disclosing my sexy hot 34 hot tits.

He inserted a note there into my pussy and started ramming it. His fingers were going in and out while my moans were filling the room. My hands were showing the fingering intensity over his chest. He pushed another finger into my pussy.

“Oh my God, now I feel like getting fucked with a huge dick,” I screamed. After about five minutes of fingering, he released my pussy. It was like a heavenly feeling then he pulled my panties off and adjusted me to the edge of the bed. He laid on me in 69 position.

He started sucking the juices of my pussy, taking one after the other lips of my pussy. I thought of sucking his dick, too. So I pulled his shorts down, and a 7.5-inch hardened rod came out and hit my face. Before saying anything to him, he put his dick into my mouth.

My mouth could not hold it fully. It was a fully erect dick with a 3-inch girth. It went into my mouth and touched my throat. That made my breath choke, and I started tapping his thighs. He was slowly removing and re-pushing. It made me better than before. He started moving it in and out.

That was hard, and I didn’t ever find that hard dick with my hubby. He is eating those at my pussy, and as a result of intense lust, I am sucking his dick. After a while, he suddenly stood up with his dick in my mouth. His dick went directly into my throat.

He started dancing and jumping with my pussy lips between his teeth. He fucked me like a bitch in 69 position. Then he made me bend like a bitch and fucked me in front of a mirror. My pair of bouncing boobs with screams and echos are the best match ever.

He was pulling my hair and pinching my nipples while fucking me in doggy style. We made love like this for about 10 minutes. Then we shifted to cowgirl, in which I danced like crazy over his dick. That was the best pleasure. I cum 3 times in this fucking.

He then pulled me by my hair and made me sit on my knees. As his dick reached my face, he slapped my nose with his dick and cum on my face. That was the thickest cum.

I went into the bathroom to clean myself and sucked his dick to clean it. I wore my clothes on. He gave me that portrait.

“Thanks, you got my stress off and satisfied my lust. Thank you,” I said. “You are hot. My black dick will always wait for you,” he smiled. He was still nude, so I kissed his dick and returned.

Firstly, I was hesitant to think non-loyal, but now I don’t know how to name it. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

We had slept in each other’s arms for around two hours. After spraying out copious amounts of our bodily juices, we needed this for recovery. I opened my eyes to see my kid brother’s eyes gazing at my face with immense admiration and satisfaction.

“What are you looking at so intently?” I asked, knowing the answer. Yet I wanted to hear it again. Genuine compliments from a man are like flower bouquets for a woman.

“Didi, you look so much more beautiful when you sleep on my chest without any worries. Ah, your eyelids with those natural eyelashes. I feel like I am with the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

“Jotto shob gul. Je magikei chudish takei ei dialogue dish mone hoy. Tor moton handsome mal ke Bengaluru sohorer magira chere kotha bolbe? Ar tui oder agrajyo kore puro tin mash na chude thakte parish?”

(All lies. You must have given these dialogues to whomever you’ve fucked. Can the sluts of Bengaluru left alone a handsome hunk like you? I don’t believe you’ve abstained for three months.)

“Bishash kor Didi jobe theke toke chudechi ar kono meyer dike chokh jay na. Janina tor gud e bara diye oshojyo sukh, naki tor marattok choshon, naki tor soundorjyo, ami bodhoy tor preme habdubu khachchi.”

(Trust me, Didi, except for one accident, I’ve even stopped looking at girls since the day I’ve fucked you. I don’t know whether your pussy feels damn good, or your incomparable sucking, or your beauty. I think I’m head over heels in love with you.)

My heart filled up with a deluge of emotions, but I chose to underplay it. “E ma loke shunle bolbe ki? Nijer mayer peter didir sathe prem? Se amake chude shob sukh ne na, tai bole prem?”

(What will the world say if they get to know about this? Falling in love with your elder sister born from the same womb as you? You can get all the pleasure by fucking me, but falling in love?)

He drew my face with his manly, strong arm and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. Looking deep into my eyes, he spoke with intense earnestness, “I love you, Didi.”

I kissed him back with equal intensity and told him my feelings. “Sotyi bolte ki tor moto poritripti amake kono purush dite pareni. Jobe theke tor bara gud e niyechi, sudhu tokei kamona kori. Mone hoy toke emon sukh di ja toke duniyar meye dite parbe na. Bhai re amio ki tor preme por gechi naki?”

(To be honest, no man has gratified me like you. Since the day I had your cock in my pussy, I crave for you only. I feel like giving you extreme pleasure, which no other girl ever can. Oh bro, have I fallen in love with you?)

“Yes, Didi, you have. We’re lovers now.”

“Erokom bolish na chup kor bhai.” (Bro, don’t speak like that.)

A feminine coyness crept up in me, and I hid my face in his hairy chest, with my face blushing like a teenager. We kept on petting each other and whispering sweet nothings as we reconstructed that historic Bhai Phonta (BhaiDuj) day that changed everything.

Instead of as we recollected, I will give a first-person narrative so as to maintain continuity.

The sexual tension between us had escalated to an extreme level. We were eagerly awaiting a signal from each other, mentally and physically, to pounce on each other. It was Bhai Phonta day, yet my lust overpowered my sisterly self. I had to make him totally blind with lust so that he could make a move.

For over a week, I had given a decent cleavage show. I had seen him roaming around in boxers without underwear. Was he showing it on purpose? I reasoned that he was used to my bare thighs and legs as, at home, I usually wear short pants.

If he viewed me as a sexual object, I needed to make him wilder, lose all control and grab me fiercely. How much I wanted to be taken by him in a primitive caveman style. I reasoned that there is one displayable part of my body he hasn’t got a view of properly. My sexy abdomen and my navel.

I did wear a saree for the office but without exposing those provocatively. The seven hundred years of Mughal rule and subsequent prude Victorian British rule had ruined the natural dressing of Indian women. The Mughals brought the veils/ghunghat culture, and the British reinforced it.

Yet the exposure of the navel and stomach, especially in a saree, was never frowned upon by Indian society. I finalised the attire for the day. First was the heavy deep neck, sleeveless scanty blouse, which exposed my boobs and shaven armpits gloriously.

Then, I chose my highly erotic translucent chiffon saree. It would act as an ineffective curtain to my bodily assets. I expected my kid brother to get a good view of my navel and stomach when he would be bending down to touch my feet for blessings after administering the tilak on his forehead.

When he saw me in that attire, he found it difficult to conceal his admiration. “Wow, Didi, are you going to some party later on?” I gloated from inside as his jaws had literally dropped, and his eyes glistened with unmistakable lust.

I replied most casually, though. “Keno re party keno jabo? Aj Bhai Phonta na. Toke bhalomondo redhe khwabo, tor thee upohar nebo, tor sathe saradin katabo.” (Why should I go out on a Bhai Phonta day? I will cook your favourite items and spend the whole day with you.)

“Amar sathe saradin! Na mane ajker saj onyorokom to tai vabchilam kono date ba party jabi hoyto.” (Whole day with me! You have dressed up as if you’re going to a party or on a date.)

“Onnyorokom bolte ki bolte chash? Sareei to porechi.” (What do you exactly mean by different? It’s just a saree.” I was enjoying the way things had started.

“Yes, it’s a saree, but you look different.” I could feel that he was trying to say ‘sexy’ but could not muster the courage to say so. I decided to push the gear. This waiting game was becoming torturous.

“Different? Now, don’t say I look like a model or something like that.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to say. Didi, you’re looking like a hot model.”

I feigned an artificial ignorance while I gloated from inside. “Babah, hot model! Oto na tyalalo cholbe, na tel dileo bhalo khabar pabi ar gift to toke ditei hobe.” (You need not flatter me for good food, and don’t think I’ll excuse the gift from you.) Then I shifted to fifth gear.

“Khatirer thalay abar sexy model bolbi naki vabchish?” (Are you thinking of flattering further by calling me a sexy model?)

My heart beat loud and fast, wondering whether it would ruin everything, but fortune favours the brave.

“Sottyi bolte ki, toke dekhachche sexy bote. Ei saje baire gele sob chele pule pagol hoye jabe.” (To be honest, you’re looking sexy indeed. If you go out in this attire, all the guys will go mad.)

It was immensely pleasing to hear the word ‘sexy’ from his mouth, but I spoke calmly. “Thak bapu tahle ar baire giye cheleder pagal kore labh nei. Ay, toke Phonta di.” (Then there’s no use going outside and driving the guys mad. Come, let me give you the tilak.)

In my heart, I was saying to myself, “All I need is for you to go mad, and it appears the medicine is working well.”

At this juncture, it will be more relishing if I depict the actual conversation we had to convey the unsaid feelings between us.

Hrik exclaimed as he fondled my boobs. “So you wore it for me. You were out to seduce me?”

“Absolutely. Tor mukh choher obosta dekhe mone hochillo tui bejay heat kheye gechish.” (From the looks on your face, I could tell you were feeling the heat.)

“Heat mane heat. Didi bhaggyish ami pyjama Punjabi porechilam tao long. Na hole dekhtish pajamar tolay ekta Qutub minar dariye ache.”

(I can’t explain why you literally sizzled my mind and body. Didi, thank God I wore the traditional pyjama and long kurta. Otherwise, you would have found a Qutub Minar in my pyjamas.)

“Aha re, ki chagranitai na kheyechilish. Ta amar kon byaparta toke sob theke beshi chagrechilo bolto?” (You must have felt the heat really bad. What turned you on the most?) I was eager to know whether my plans had worked right that day. The gentle fondling of my boobs felt more soothing.

“Uff patla chiffon saree modhdhe tor oi bra fathano thasha dodo, tor chokchoke kamano bogol ar tor cherry lipstick. Ha sedin tui chultao khola rekhechilish. Sob miliye toke jeno kono swarger opsora lagchilo. Tao Vishamitra munir moton Menaka ke dekheyo prathomik niyontron rakhte perechilam.”

(Your bra-bursting boobs were clearly visible through your chiffon saree. The clean-shaven armpits, the cherry shade lipstick. You had also let down your hair. Overall, you were a stunning nymph from the heavens. I was like sage Vishwamitra trying to exercise restraint on seeing Menaka.)

“Tui ki tokhoni thik kore felli je aj amake chudei charbi?” (Did you decide to fuck me that day at that very point?” I was inquisitive to know what broke his restraint.

“Thik tokhuni noy karon tui amake Bhai Phnta te boshali. Phontar seshe amar sob sonjom bhenge gelo. Emon kichu dekhlam jar por kono purush ar nijeke dhore rakhte pare na. Thik kore fellam ei dainik nirjatan ar sojjyo korbo na. Aj toke je vabei hok chudboi chudbo.”

(Not at that point, as we sat down for the rituals. After the rituals, I saw something which would shatter all control of any man. I decided to get enough of the daily torture. I will fuck you today, by all means.)

I let out a victorious smile. “Jak amar porikolpona kaj korechilo. Tui ki amar pet ar nabhi dekhe lagam chara hoyegechili?” (Seems my plan worked. Did my stomach and navel make you a reinless horse?)

“Ekdum thik dorechish. Tui uthe darali ar ami tor pa chuye pronam kolam. Mukhta unchu kortei seki ashirvad pelam. Offff tor pet ar nabhi amar chokh mukf theke thik ek inchi dure. Saree tae eto niche porechilish jeno tor gud er beditai dekha jachchilo. Bishash korbi na Didi amar shara deho mon chaityannye jeno kamer jowar boilo. Pajamar bhitore dhon ta emon kore lafalo bhoy holo khulei na pore jay.”

(You’ve guessed right. You stood up, and I bent down to touch your feet for blessings. As I looked up, your stomach and navel were just an inch from my eyes and mouth. A great, priceless blessing indeed. You wore the saree so low that the plateau of your pussy was visible. Didi, my entire body, mind and consciousness were overtaken by a tidal wave of raw, all-consuming lust. My cock sprang up so hard that I feared it might fall off.)

I clapped in joy. “Seems it had much more effect than I desired. I knew my stomach and navel would break all your shackles. But you rose quite composed and had breakfast normally. Tor mathay ki plan ghurchilo bolto?” (What plans were you making?)

“Normal na chai, shorire, mone dabanol jwolchilo. Ichcha korchilo tor pe ar nabhite muh dubiye toke chepe dhori. Tarpor ektu bhoy holo hite biporit na hoye jay. Ami thik korlam dupure luncher por tui jokhon shuye thakbi toke chepe dhorbo. Se jai hoye jak na keno.”

(It was far from normal. A forest fire was burning in me. I wanted to sink my mouth in your stomach and hold you tightly. But I decided to hold back from the fear of misreading the signals. I decided to take my chances during the post-lunch siesta you generally take on holidays. I would pin you down on the bed, come what may.)

“But fate brought us together in a different manner,” I reflected.

“It was much better, Didi. I didn’t have to use any force on you. It was nothing short of divine.”

After the customary meal, Hrik sat on the TV couch and switched on a cricket channel. His eyes kept following me more than the game. I deliberately moved a few times in front of him, providing him with an abundant view of my tantalising stomach and navel.

Then, an idea developed in my mind. The closest I could get to his cock was by putting my head on his lap for a head massage. He would also have an unhindered view of my boobs and cleavage. I hoped it would get things started, though I was not very confident.

Well, I had his cock to gain. I decided to give it a try. I spoke innocuously. “Bhai amar mathay ektu massage kore dibi?” (Can you give me a head massage, bro?)

“Why not? Can a brother refuse a sister, especially on Bhai Phonta? Pass me the hair oil, and where will you sit?”

“No need for oil. I had shampooed in the morning. Just give a dry massage and remain where you are.”

I went to the couch, faced him and loosened my hair, laying bare my stomach and navel for him. At this point, he confessed that it was the point he became confident that I was inviting him. He readily agreed to massage because he would at least relish the touch of my air over his cock.

I couldn’t help asking him. “Sekire eto charge giyeo sudhu amar chuler choyatei sontushto hoye jeti?” (That’s strange; with so much excitement, only the touch of my hair would have satisfied you?)

“Asomvob, tor oi lobhoniyo peti ar nabhi dekhe amar toke chodar ichcha poripokko hoye gelo. Ami sthir kore fellam toke chudei charbo. Sudhu opekhkha korchilam uttom muhurter.”

(Far from it. Your sizzling tummy and navel had broken down all restraint. It only fortified my earlier decision to fuck you that day. I was awaiting an opportune moment.)

“Aha re ki jontronatai na bhog korchili!” (Oh dear, that must have been torturous.)

“Not only that day, Didi, I wanted to fuck you every day. That’s the resolution I made.”

“Eesh, nijer didir proti ei durnibar akorshon! Ekbaro mone badha aseni je bhai boner pobitro somporker onusthaner din e didike chodar sidhdhanto nili? Ekbaro mone hoyni je amake chudle tui ekta banchod hoye jabi?”

(Oh my God, so much attraction towards your sister! Didn’t it bother you even once that you made the final decision to fuck your sister on the very day that celebrates the sacred relationship of a brother and sister? Did it occur to you that if you fuck me, you’ll become a sister fucker?)

“Oi bhaibon byaparta to ami prothom hoptatei katiye felechilam. Sedin mon ar dhon dutoi bolchilo ei rojkar jontrona soibar dekhe baki jibonta bancod hoyei katano onek bhalo.” (I had overcome the initial guilt feelings by the first week itself. That day my mind and cock told me that it’s preferable to spend the rest of my life as a sister fucker, instead of enduring the daily agony.)

“By the way, did you choose to seduce me deliberately as it was Bhai Phonta day?”

“My decision to fuck you had been made the very day I saw you fucking Avantika. Any day would be good to fuck. It was a predestined coincidence. Yes, the fact that it was Bhai Phonta added to my excitement. Otherwise, I knew no other way to unravel my stomach and navel for you.”

As we recollected that life-changing day, he started squeezing my boobs, and I started caressing his cock. I will narrate that day with relevant present-day conversations.

I put my head carefully on his lap, deliberately maintaining a distance from his crotch. If he moved his cock and balls closer, that would be my glaring green signal. He massaged my head with a firm circular motion. After a minute, surged his cock a bit closer to my head.

I felt the heat of his balls and cock on the scalp and the back of my neck and shivered from within. I had to feel that cock somehow. I was getting hot and wet. He massaged me with skilled hands, which enhanced my excitement. I decided to step on the accelerator.

I balanced myself with my palms over his thighs, saying, “Dara ar ektu jut kore boshi.” (Let me sit more comfortably). My soft palms on his thighs scorched his skin and made him harder. I adjusted my head position and let it gently recline over his raging boner, making it lie down below my head.
I felt the scalp burn with his pronounced heat and somehow suppressed a loud moan with supreme control. But he let out an audible sigh, which pleased me. My operation was on its way to a success. Ah, the heat of a solid cock scorching my scalp, even with the barrier of cotton fabric, set me boiling with lust.

He, too, realised my intentions, as no grown-up girl rests her head on a raging boner, in ignorance or by accident. He was thinking of multiple options. The first was to hold my head back and kiss my lips. The second was to let his hands slide from my head to my boobs in a careless manner.

Third was to start nudging my head with his cock. However, before he could finalise and act upon it, I made it easier for him.

“Are dhur koler opor remote ta ache keno, sora ota.” (Why have you kept the damn remote on your lap? Move it quick.” I spoke matter-of-factly, sounding genuinely irritated.

He didn’t respond except for growing harder. Any other man, if not sexually experienced, would have cum by now. He displayed courage by moving closer to my head. He was testing my responses to be certain. I eased it out by pushing my head further back to feel more male heat scalding my scalp.

My palms itched to hold his shaft. My mouth tingled to stuff my mouth till the throat with his meat pole. I rubbed my head sideways over his massive, hot erection, feigning ignorance and innocence.

“Toke bollam na mathar theke remote ta sorate, alser dheki kothakar.” (Didn’t I tell you to remove the remote, you lazy sloth.)

In retrospect, now I know that he saw through my charade of innocence. He replied robotically with a signal that I could check out if he were speaking the truth.

“That’s not a remote.”

I read him well. This was a clear signal to find out what else it could be. All my senses told me, “ Go for it, Hritika. This is the golden opportunity you have been waiting for. Don’t let all the effort drown the drain. You are just a move away from your dream cock. Go girl, go.”

I went for the jugular with the feigned ignorance act. “Remote noyto ar ki? Tui jokhon etoi alshe amii sorachchi.” (What else can it be? If you’re so lazy, I’ll remove it.”

I moved my right hand to the back of my head and grabbed his cock over the pyjama. I acted as if it was the remote and intended to move it. Ah, there was this cotton fabric between his throbbing cock and my palm. The masculine heat and the raging rigidity scorched my palm and seeped into my very heart.

He feebly whispered in a trembling voice. “Didi, Didi.”

My voice also shook as I uttered. “This is not a remote.”

His thighs shook. The cock pulsated in my palm. He tried to say something, but all he could utter was “Didi.” As if he was trying to say, “Are you doing the right thing?” His fingers trembled in my open hair.

I turned back swiftly, facing him and looked at my right hand clasped over his cotton-covered cock. There was a mixed expression on his face. He was glad that his tool was in my hand. Yet pleading that I take full control of the situation.

So, I went ahead with my sense of humour and my characteristic confidence. A man can never turn back once a woman has his cock in her hands. I moved my hand over the entire length of the fabric and smiled as he let out a helpless sigh. I spoke with genuine astonishment.

“Tai to, eta to remote noy, remoter thekeo bodo sodo kichu mone hochche. Ta eta khule na dekhle sondeho to royei jabe konta beshi boro.” (This is definitely not a remote. It’s something bigger. So if I don’t take a better look, the doubt as to which is bigger will persist in the mind.)

My left hand went to the pyjama chords and untangled the knot with practised ease. I had hardly undid a man’s traditional pyjama, but the daily or frequent habit of tying and untying the petticoat came in handy. He was more than glad at my initiative.

He gave no resistance as I undid the pyjamas and pulled them down to his ankles. Finally, the object of my obsessive desire was revealed. My eyes opened wide. My face filled with wonder and amazement to see the most glorious cock I’ve ever seen in my life.

Devleena was so right. An impressive eight inches of male virility, with a massive girth which my entire palm could not encompass. The dick head was so heavy and shaped like a perfect swan egg. The thick veins pulsated in my palm. The naked heat was seeping into my very soul.

I clasped the marvellous meat pole with both my hands and stroked the entire length up and down in a gentle, teasing manner. No man can remain silent at this point, and a deep moan of pleasure escaped his mouth with a concocted protest.

“Oho Didi, tui ei shob ki korchish ah ah ah?” (Oh, Didi, what are you doing?)

“Sondeho dur korchi sothik map niye je eta beshi boro na remote ta.” (Dispelling doubts with accurate measurement to ascertain whether this is bigger than the remote.)

The mock seriousness and humour in my voice were the reassurance he required. He replied in the same tone. “Sondeho dur holo? Naki aro porikhkha nirikhkkha korte hobe?” (So are your doubts dispelled, or do you need to conduct a few more tests?”

“Sondeho ayoton niye to dur hoye geche, tobe etake niye aro bhalo gobeshona na korle onek proshner uttor ajanai thke jabe je.” (Doubts as to the size have been dispelled. But intensive research is essential to many other questions arising in the mind.)

I spoke with the tone of a scientist who has come upon an interesting specimen to focus on.

“Tai bujhi? Jinishta tor khub mone dhoreche mone hochche.’ (Is that so? Seems the specimen has made a good impression on you.”) His tone had become relaxed and playful.

“Mone dhorar moton jinish to baniyechish. Uff ki size. Babah bhabteo parchi na amar adorer choto bhai kobe eto boro hoye gelo.” (That size will impress one and all. I can’t believe that my little kid brother has become so big.”)

Hrittika and Hrittik will be back for their first fuck.

Hi guys, This is Prakash. I hope everyone is doing well and enjoyed my previous story, ‘Fucking a Kannada aunty.’ This is my new experience with a hot reader hope you guys enjoy this one also.

I’m Prakash, a 28-year-old good-looking guy from Karnataka. After my previous story, I got emails from a few girls and started texting for a few days.
I went to Bangalore for a function and was free for a day. I texted the girls,

All were busy, but Sakshi (name changed) was free. I texted her that we could catch up today if you are free. But I didn’t get any response from her. I thought it was not happening. But after 30 minutes, I got a text from her mentioning the time and location.

To my surprise, she booked an OYO as her wish and comfort. I got freshened up and went to the location. As she opened the room door, she was looking hot in her white top and blue skirt. She is in her early 30s brown skin tone and has open hair.

Her stats are 34-32-34. I entered the room and greeted her with a hug. We sat in bed for some time and had some conversations. I placed my hand on her cheek and rubbed her cheek and neck. Slowly moved towards her and locked her lips.

We started smooching while my hand was feeling her body over the dress. She pushed me and took out my dress. I was only in my trunk. She started licking my body, kissing my nipples. My dick was ready to come out of my trunk. She was hitting it slowly over the trunk and kissing my upper body.

I pushed her down and took out her top and skirt. She was looking stunning in her white bra and black panty. I started licking her face, neck, and earlobes she started moaning slowly. I turned her and started kissing and licking her back, removing her bra strap.

I started squeezing her boobs, sucking her nipples and squeezing others simultaneously. Kissed her navel and played for some time with it. Slowly, I moved to the toe and started kissing from the bottom, moving to the panty. I kissed her pussy over the panty, which was wet already.

I removed her panty. It was clean-shaven. I planted a kiss on her pussy lips and kissed her ass cheeks. She pushed me away, took out my trunk, and took my dick in her mouth. I was on cloud 9. I was feeling her warm lips on my dick.

She was doing it fast and playing with it for some time. Kissing, licking, feeling it on her face. She played with it until I cum. She slept beside me. I started kissing her brown lips. I slowly moved to her pussy lips and started licking her pussy.

She started moaning. I licked for some time and gave a lip lock again. I placed my dick on her pussy and was hitting on her pussy with my dick. She took out a condom, placed it and told me to insert dick fast.

But I was seducing her by not inserting. After some time, I slowly inserted my dick. Her pussy was tight. She started screaming but controlled sound with a pillow. I started stroking her slowly and then increased the speed. I fucked for some time.

I sat on the chair and asked her to ride me. She came happily and started riding me. I was playing with her boobs while she was riding. After some time again, we changed the place. I made her sit on the table and started stroking her. She was moaning.

It was giving me more pleasure. I made her stand, lifted her one leg and fucked for some time. In between, we were kissing heavily. Her lips were juicy and soft. We fell into bed and wanted to rest for some time.

Sakshi slept in my arms, placing her thighs on my dick and giving it a heat, kissing each other and talking for some time. She came on me, placed my dick in her pussy, and started riding me. What a view that was to see her bouncing boobs. I held them with my hand.

She was in no mood to leave. She continued riding. After some time, she fell on me, keeping my dick in pussy and liplocked me. I turned her down and started fucking in missionary. I was kissing her fucked her for a few minutes in missionary.

It was already more than an hour before our play. We were hungry. We ordered some food, and both took baths and freshened up to have food. We finished our food.

I bent her and lifted her skirt, inserted my dick in a doggy position. I was spanking her ass while fucking, kissing her ass cheeks. After doggy style, we tried a few more positions with small breaks. We enjoyed every minute of it for almost 3 hours. We slept in that position, only naked, hugging each other.

I felt like something was wet on my body. When I opened my eyes, she was giving a blowjob for my early morning boner. She took all cum in her mouth and gave me a slutty look with a wink. She washed her mouth and came back and started smooching me.

I pushed her and started licking her pussy and inserted my fingers in her pussy and finger fucked her. I made her sit in a doggy position, and I wanted to do anal. But she requested me not to do anal. I pushed my dick into her pussy again fucked her for some time.

As it was Monday, she needed to go to her office. We stopped in the room and moved to the bathroom to freshen up. We had a few sessions in the bathroom for almost 30 minutes. We got ready and planted a goodbye kiss.

I hope you guys enjoyed the story. Please give me feedback on how you feel about the story. Boys, please don’t ask for contact with a woman as it’s a privacy and trust thing.

For any unsatisfied women, feel free to contact me at [email protected] with full privacy and satisfaction.

Hi and hello to everyone, this is your eroticandnorny back with a fantastic imaginary story. This is the second part of the college series. To get clarity, please read the first part first (link on top).

In the previous part, the principal mam Chandrika explained all the rules and regulations on how to be on campus.

The next day 6:00 am –

Throughout the campus, the wake-up bell rang and all students woke up and started doing morning tasks. The staff were coming naked to every room. The naked staff were collecting all the clothes from the students and providing menstrual cups to every lady.

7:00 am –

After the staff collected the clothes, they organized the clothes of students in a locked room. Then, throughout the campus, the breakfast bell rang once. Due to no clothes, some students were shy and stayed in their rooms. The principal ordered the peon to play the alarm once again and also gave an announcement, “All students are ordered to attend to the mess within 5 minutes.”

The students with reddened faces came to mess by covering their bodies with plates and hands. They had to remove their hands while they had to take their mess.

7:30 am –

All of a sudden, 20-30 hot nude ladies along with Chandrika (Principal) entered the mess. The principal started to announce the names of ladies, and subjects.

Principal mam’s (Chandrika) speech –

Morning my dear students, as announced yesterday, we will have nude classes from now on. Each student has to follow rules and regulations. From today, anyone can seek sex with anyone with their permission. These ladies are the most experienced and qualified lecturers.

1) Ramya – Teaches Biology (Zoology) – (36-30-38)

2) Akanksha – Teaches Biology (Botany) – (38-34-38)

3) Supriya- Teaches Chemistry – (34-28-38)

4) Urmila – Teaches English – (34-30-34)

5) Surekha – Teaches Physics – (34-34-36)

The remaining teachers will introduce themselves in your classes.

8:00 am –

An announcement instructed students to go to the notice board and follow everything mentioned in it. All students gathered at the notice board. Initially, everyone maintained a few inches of distance to ensure no touching. Some of the students pushed everyone from behind. Unintentionally many girls got penetrated and there was a huge group of moans! In the meantime, some boys were having a feast of getting crushed between soft and hot breasts.

Followed by unintentional penetration, some used the chance and penetrate intentionally. As most of the students were virgins, the floor was covered with drops of blood. Girls at the beginning was reluctant. But soon they liked it and almost every girl was almost getting fucked.

On the other hand, Vinod penetrated Aadhya (34D-26-32), and Sarayu was looking at Vinod without even blinking. When Vinod noticed Sarayu’s hourglass shape (36-28-36), he drained his semen into Aadhya. After a while when Vinod removed his penis from Aadhya, Sarayu was shocked by looking at his 6.5 inches long and 3 inches thick penis.

Slowly, Sarayu got attracted to Vinod’s penis and headed toward him. When she came near Vinod, he caught her breast and inserted his penis into her vagina. They had sex of half an hour in standing missionary and finally, he ejaculated.

By the time senior students arrived, all juniors were involved in an orgy. They informed the principal about the ongoing orgy near the notice board. As soon as she came to know about the ongoing orgy near the notice board, she rushed toward the notice board. While the principal was running, her assets were swinging up and down.

As a student of section A, Vinod reached her, caught her breast, and started to fondle her. The principal stood still with shock by seeing the action of Vinod. He slowly started to suck her breasts. Watching Vinod, almost every student was scared horribly.

After a few minutes, he proceeded to have sex with the principal, pinning her hands to the wall and bending her. She was almost having sex in a doggy style, but standing.

After 15 minutes, he drained for the third time in the day and was the first student of the year to fuck the principal.

Everyone started to head toward the classes as per orders of the Principal. Almost every girl was dripping cum including the principal. By the time girls reached classes one of their legs had a slow stream of cum dripping from the pussy.

9:25 am-

All students sat in their respective places and all teachers entered the classes as per timetable. For each section, there was a female professor and a male professor.

In Section A, it was Zoology class, in Section B it was Botany class, in Section C it was Physics, in Section D it was Chemistry, in Section E it was English, and in Section F it was Telugu class. In each section, every teacher was accompanied by 9 vaginas and 8 dicks.

9:30 am- Section A

Sarayu: Excuse me, mam! Can I go to the restroom?

Ramya: Why?

Sarayu: Need to pee! (blushing)

Ramya: But you can do it here in any one of the men accompanying me.

Sarayu: Mam, but isn’t he a teacher?

Ramya: As a student of section A, you can use any teacher.

Sarayu: Mam, can I get fingered?

Ramya: Why not? Even if you want, you can have a dick in you.

Sarayu: It’s my first time.

Ramya: Then the man has to be experienced.

Sarayu: Ok mam, please continue the class and can you send a dick?

Ramya: Ok. Dick no 4, please give her pleasure gently.

Sarayu: Thank you, mam.

No 4: Dear Sarayu, do you want fingering or vaginal or oral or anal?

Sarayu: No 4, please finger me first, then oral, and then we may proceed to vaginal if I like.

No 4: Ok Sarayu, how do you want me to be in position? Me between your legs and you in a chair or on the desk. You can sit on my lap and do your work. I’ll complete my task.

Sarayu: I’ll sit on your lap.

Sarayu spread her legs and sat on No. 4’s lap. Whereas on the other side, Ramya was continuing her class. After a couple of minutes, Sarayu moaned and let her first orgasm in the hands of No 4. Due to the moans of Sarayu, a student named Arjun got horny resulting in erecting his dick.

Arjun: Excuse me, mam! Can I go to the restroom?

Ramya: Why?

Arjun: Need to pee! (blushing)

Ramya: Anything else?

Arjun: Mam, I have to shake a thing which I may shag in you after a couple of days.

Ramya: But for now, you can do it here in any one of the women who accompanied me.

Arjun: Mam, but isn’t she a teacher?

Ramya: As a student of section A, you can use any teacher.

Arjun: Mam, can I get blowjob?

Ramya: Why not? Even if you want you can have your dick in her.

Arjun: It’s my first time.

Ramya: Then the woman has to be experienced.

Arjun: Mam, can I use your ass?

Ramya: My boy, you have time to enter me. For now, continue with No. 13.

No 13 is a beautiful woman around 30 years old, but looks 20-24. She was almost similar to Pavitra Lokesh (actress). Her boobs looked filled with milk. She had a tattoo on her boobs in Bangla, asking to fondle her. She had piercings on her pussy and tongue.

No 13: How can I help you, Arjun?

Arjun: Mam, I’m feeling horny and I want to have a handjob.

No 13: Don’t call me ‘teacher’, You can call me ‘cow’.

Arjun: Why?

No 13: Because I have the highest milk capacity on the whole campus.

Arjun: Ok dear, please give a handjob.

No 13: Do you want me to give you a handjob while sitting on the floor, or sitting on you, or else standing?

Arjun: Place your ass on my thigh and give me a hot and pleasurable handjob.

No 13: My pleasure.

Arjun: (Moaning like hell, and fingering her).

No 13 started giving Arjun a handjob. Due to the handjob, he started moaning hard. Ramya wasn’t bothered at all with the meanings. Nobody was bothering about the ongoing sex drives. Arjun ejaculated on No 13’s breasts and a few drops on the girl in front of him. Everyone including Sarayu and Arjun was attentively listening to class.

-End of Part 2-

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