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Hi main Anwar – umar 32, Bangalore se. Meri kahani ka agla part aap sabke saamne lekar aaya hun. Mujhe umeed hai aap sabko meri kahani pasand aayegi aur aap sab log zarur comments karenge.

Note: Meri dastaan shuru se nahi padoge toh, na samajh aayega na maza. 2 betiyon ki chudai se shuru karke anwar ki dastaan zarur paden.

Ek din Nagma ko pata lag gaya ki Sumaiya mujhse chori chupe baat karti hai. Woh itne gusse mein thi ki, woh mujhse baat karna band kardi. Kuch dino baad main uske ghar gaya. Usse baat karke usko samjhane.

Lekin woh bohut gusse mein aur naraaz thi. Maine kaha, “Dekho Nagma is mein chupane wali baat nahi hai. Aaj nahi toh kal hamari shodi hone wali hai. Rozana nahi, bas hafte mein ek aad baar, baatein hoti hain Sumaiya se woh bhi sirf 10 minute.”

Itna kehne ke baad bhi, usne koi jawaab nahi diya. Thodi der baad jab maine usko gale lagaane ki koshish ki, toh usne mana kar diya. Maine socha, isse abhi baat karna munasib nahi aur wahan se wapas chala aaya.

Aise hi din beet te gaye aur maine apni koshish jaari ki, usse baat karne ki. Lekin woh har baar mera call cut karti, aur toh aur usne Sumaiya se bhi woh mobile cheen liya tha. Isi koshishon mein 3 mahine beet gaye.

Na Sumaiya se koi baat ho rahi thi aur na Nagma se. Ek din mera bhai Munawar ne mujhse kaha ki. Mai Sumaiya se shadi karne ka khayal apne dil se nikaal dun. Kyunki woh jaanta tha ki, mere aur Sumaiya ke beech pyaar jaari hai.

Isse pehle ki main, mere bhai se puchta ki ‘kyun?’ usne aage kaha. Hamare mama chahte hain ki, Sumaiya ki shadi jaldi ho jaaye. Jab mama ne, ammi se pucha ki, 6 mahino mein shadi karwa denge, toh ammi ne saaf mana kar diya.

Kyun ki mere se bade 2 aur bhaiyon ki shadi hona baaki hai, “2 saal wait kar sakte ho, toh karo warna aap ki marzi.”

Kuch mahino baad, Sumaiya ki shadi fix ho gayi. Usi ke gaon ke ek ladke se. 3 mahino baad shadi thi. Ye sab sunke mujhe samajh aa chuka tha ki. Is sabke peeche Nagma ka haath hai.

Maine aisa zaahir kiya ki, mujhe koi fark nahi padta. Bura toh laga tha. Mujhse zyada Sumaiya ko bura laga hoga. Kyunki Sumaiya ne ek hafte baad, chupke se mujhse baat ki. Aur kaha, “Jo naseeb mein hai, wahi hona hai, mujhe maaf kardo.”

Hamare beech bohut baatein hue aur akhir mein woh apne raaste aur main apne. Sumaiya ki shadi ko main nahi gaya aur naa hi Nagma se koi baat ki. Is baar maine khud usko contact karna band kar diya.

Toh Parveen yeh rahi meri Dastaan. Jo Nagma bhabhi ke saath shuru hue. Uske baad aage chal ke bohut ladkiyaan meri zindagi mein aayi. Lekin Nagma ke baad maine kisi se bhi pyaar nahi kiya. Sirf wahi rishta rakha jo ladkiyan chahti thi.

Parveen – Accha! Nagma hi woh aurat thi, jiske saath tumne pehli dafa sex kiya tha.

Main – Haan.

Parveen – Kya tumne Nagma ki gaand bhi maari.

Main – Nahi.

Parveen – Jaane do. Aurat chahe paise le ya na le. Agar woh bohut mardon se chudwati hai, toh woh RANDI hi hai.

Main – Chodo, jaane do hamein kya lena, bhaad mein jaaye woh.

Fir Parveen ne mujhe gale laga kar mere saath romance karna chalu kiya. Dheere se mujhe mere kaan mein kaha, “Aaj tum mujhe, Nagma randi banake chodna, gaali dena is randi ko.”

Ye sunke mera lund khada hone laga aur maine uske hoton ko kiss karte hue uske boobs ko dabane laga. Fir humne ek dusre ke kapde nikaal kar poore nange ho gaye. Fir woh gutnon pe baith ke mera lund muh mein leke choosne lagi.

Mai uske saamne khada tha. Maine uske sar ko pakad kar, ye kehte hue uske muh ko chodna chalu kiya. “Aaj tujhe chodke, teri saari garmi nikaalunga Nagma randi, le mera lund tere muh mein chinaal kahin ki.”

Maine uske muh ko zor-zor se chodna chalu kiya. Jab mera paani nikla toh, uske gale tak lund ko gusa ke, ye kehte hue saara paani nikaal diya. “Le randi, chinaal, peeja mere lund ka paani.”

Jab woh saara paani pee gayi. Fir usne mere lund ko apni jeep se chaat ke saaf karke kehne lagi. “Anwar jaane kitne saalon baad mila hai tu. Tere lund ke intezaar mein main randi bangayi. Aaja, aake meri chut chaat bhadwe.”

Maine fauran usko utha ke, wahin bed par patak kar uski taangein kholi aur uske chut ke hoton ko muh mein leke choosne laga. Fir apni jeep se uski chut chaatne laga aur woh moan karke kehne lagi.

“Mast chaat ta hai tu meri chut. Mujhe apni randi banale. Chaat bhadwe, rukna mat. Meri chut se saara paani chaat le.”

Jab uska paani nikla, maine uski choot se saara paani chaat kar saaf kiya. Fir se usne mera lund muh mein leke choosne lagi. Aur main uske muh ko thodi der chodke.

Usko ghodi banakar peeche se chodne laga aur kehne laga. “Randi, chinaal, kitne laudon se chudwaya hai tune. Dekh teri choot dheeli ho gayi hai. Sabke saath randi banke chudwati hai na tu.”

Usne kaha, “Haan re, main sabki chinaal hun. Jo lund mujhe pasand aata hai, main uski randi banke, usse chudwati hun.” Maine uski chut se lund ko nikaala aur uski gaand mein gusa diya.

Thoda sa lund uski gaand mein ghusa tha ki, itne mein woh kehne lagi. “Nahi Anwar, saale meri gaand mein nahi. Woh kunwari gaand hai. Aaj tak maine apni gaand ko, har kisi se bacha ke rakhi hai. Nikaal tere lund meri gaand se, bhadwe.”

Maine zara sa apne lund ko nikaal kar, fir se ek aur dhakka maara. Is baar, mera poora lund uski gaand mein gus gaya, woh zor se chillaai. “Bhadwe, nikaal haramzade. Teri bahen ki choot. Nikaal de tera lund.”

Maine kaha, “Nahi, Nagma randi, teri chut bohut dheeli hai. Teri chut ko chodne ka maza nahi aa raha. Jaane kitne laudon se chudwa ke, chut ka bhosda bana liya tune.”

Woh keh rahi thi, “Mujhe hisaab nahi hai ki maine kitnon se kitni baar chudwaya hai. Har koi meri gaand bhi maarna chahta tha. Kisi ko mauka nahi diya aur na tujhe deti. Lekin harami, tune zabardasti meri gaand mein lund gusa diya haraam khor.”

Thodi der baad jab uski gaand ko araam mila. Woh kehne lagi, “Abhi bina ruke meri gaand maar, Anwar.” Maine uski gaand ko pehle dheere-dheere chodne laga. Fir zor-zor se chodna chalu kiya.

Fir usne mujhe lita kar, mere upar aake, uski gaand mein mera lund lekar chudwane lagi. Lekin maine usko fir se ghodi banake uski gaand maarna chalu kiya.

Takreeban 20 minute tak chodta raha. Mera saara paani uski gaand mein hi nikaal diya. Jab wash karke wapas aaye tab Parveen ne kaha.

Parveen – Aaj bohut dino baad Nagma ko soch ke chodne mein tumhe maza aaya.

Main – Haan Parveen, maza toh aaya. Kaash main usko asli mein randi bana kar, usko gaali deke, uski gaand maar ta. Maza aa jaata.

Parveen – Chahe tum usko chodo, ya na chodo, woh hai toh ek randi hi. Itna yaad rakhna. Abhi toh zindagi baaki hai. Mauka mila toh, jaise aaj mujhe choda, waise hi usko chod lena. Bilkul bhi rahem mat karna us Nagma randi par.

Main – Haan-haan kyun nahi. Baat toh aise kar rahi ho, jaise mujhe kal hi mauka mil jayega. Waise toh mujhe uski choot ki armaan nahi hai. Ab mere liye tum hona.

Jab main jaane ke liye taiyaar hone laga toh, Parveen ne mujhse kaha. “Agli baar jab milenge, tab baakhi ki dastaan poori suna dena, tab tak ke liye bye, Anwar.”

Shaam ko main, apne bhai ke ghar wapas laut aaya. Jahan mera bhai Munawar, bhabhi Shabana aur uske ghar wale sab the. Un logon ke saath dinner kiya.

Fir bhabhi ne mujhe bulaya aur pucha. “Anwar, aise hi apni zindagi kharaab karoge. Shadi-wadi karne ka iraada rakhte ho ya nahi?”

Maine kaha, “Bhabhi, abhi nahi. Ek aur saal main kuch nahi sochna chahta.”

Fir Bhabhi ne mujhe mere bhai ke saath milkar samjhane lage. Thodi der baatein hui. Itne mein mujhe Parveen ka call aaya aur main wahan se chala aaya. Jab main call receive karne hi wala tha ki call cut ho gaya.

Maine ring back kiya. Lekin usne uthaya nahi. Aise hi lete-lete, uske call ka intezaar karte hue mujhe neend aa gayi aur main so gaya. Subah jab utha toh mere mobile par, Parveen ka message aaya tha. ‘Mere papa ka inteqaal (dehaant) ho gaya hai.’

To be continued.

Apne feedbacks aur gande wale comment’s zarur dena [email protected].

Hi friends, I have been reading the various encounters that you all have had with your maids. This became my ultimate fantasy. Unfortunately, I never got the chance till this incident happened.

To introduce myself, I am a 27-year-old, 6’ tall, average male from South India. This episode happened less than a year ago. I am writing about my experience with lots of encouragement from Uma.

Two years ago, I moved to Bangalore because of a family decision to build a house there. I was given the job since Dad was very busy. I had to supervise the entire thing, and after 1 year, the house was ready.  After house housewarming, I shifted here, and my parents went back to our hometown.

We are a well-to-do business family with businesses spread across India, which my father and I manage. I work from home mostly, and business in Bangalore was my responsibility. While I was settling down, I was slowly furnishing the entire place with some tasteful furnishings.

Meanwhile, I had a big problem getting a maidservant to do the daily chores. I checked, and none of our servants were ready to stay and work here. I had spoken to so many maids to refer someone to me. I was lazing on an early Saturday morning when my neighbour’s maid rang my doorbell.

I answered the door. She said Uma, who she has brought, is looking for work. She can give a complete guarantee of her, the only criteria being she needed a place to stay. I looked at Uma and saw an innocent young village woman. She was very fair and just 5-2 in height.

Same time, she was very dirty, which gave me second thoughts. The other maid said she was in a hurry and left, saying we could discuss and leave a message with our neighbour. I looked at Uma, and my fantasies came to mind. So I decided to try her.

If I could get her to do everything my way, then things might be great. I invited her inside, locking the door and telling her to get comfortable. When I was closing the door, her full backside brushed my body. Uma did not react and sat on the floor, curled up.

I asked, “Why are you sitting on the floor?” She said, “The servant’s place is at the master’s feet.” Coming from a modern culture, I said, “I don’t look at it that way. I would appreciate it if you sat on the chair.” She said, “I am very dirty right now, so I don’t want to spoil your expensive furniture.”

I agreed, saying, “You need to tidy up and cannot be like this.” She nodded and asked, “Do you have a place for me to stay?” I said yes, and her eyes lit up. She asked, “Can I take a bath first? It is more than a week, and I am feeling very dirty.”

I liked her and asked, “Should we first discuss your salary and terms? If you agree, then you can proceed.” She said, “If you have a place for me to stay, that is all I need. I don’t care about money, and everything else can wait. I am very sure there is nothing you want that I can not do.”

This was more than what I was expecting, so I agreed. I said, “My bathroom is the only one currently furnished with all the necessities.” I took her to my attached big bathroom. My bathroom has a double tub and all the bells and whistles.

I said, “You can take a bath here.” Uma was confused, looking at the fittings. She asked, “Can I get a bucket to take a bath?” I showed her how to operate the hand and overhead shower. She was excited looking at the water falling from the overhead shower.

I asked, “Do you have any other clothes with you? I want you to dispose of all your current clothes.” She said, “What I am wearing now is all I have left. Do you have any old clothes I can wear?” I could only think of my mother’s clothes and took her to my parent’s room.

I opened my mom’s wardrobe, taking out mom’s old saris and nighties. I asked, “Do you have any preference.” Uma replied, “I will wear anything.” We figured mom’s clothes were more than double Uma’s size because mom is obese at 120kg.

Uma said, “These are too big.” I took her to my bedroom and opened my wardrobe, showing her, “This is the best alternative I have. If you do not mind, you can wear till I buy you new ones.”

Uma looked at me, saying, “These are men’s clothes. What will people say.” I said, “I don’t care what people say as long as you are okay with it. I am willing to help you, only if you do exactly what I tell you. Everything should remain a secret between us.”

I gave my white T-shirt and track pants to her. I took her to the bathroom and put my clothes on the hangar. I adjusted the shower to warm, saying, “Turn it on when you want it.” I stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door, telling her to lock it.

The devil in me made me curious to see her naked. I went to the keyhole and peeped inside. Uma removed her clothes and stood naked, facing my full-size mirror.

I froze at the sight of her naked body. Her old clothes hid her curves nicely. She had a busty figure like Sunny Leone. Uma was better than my wildest imagination. She had big, shapely breasts with forward-pointed nipples exactly like fat mangoes.

Her flat waist curved very nicely, leading to a curvy butt. She had a dense forest over her pussy. It completely hid her pussy lips which I wanted to see. As if she read my mind, she spread her legs, separating her pubic hair.

She separated her pussy lips and started fingering her pussy while rubbing her boobs with her hand. She was masturbating, which made it clear she had sexual needs making me eager to fuck her.

This was like a fantasy, which I had masturbated a million times to. She got in the bathtub and opened the shower. She sat down, playing under the water, scrubbing her feet. I don’t have a feet fetish, but I love women who keep them clean.

She cleaned her feet and came to the rest of her body, scrubbing herself from her legs going upwards. She lay in the tub under the falling water, spreading her legs. She was rubbing her crotch slowly at first and soon very vigorously, letting out Aahs.

The water from the shower was falling directly on her pussy, giving her pleasure. Watching her masturbate gave me a hard-on. I held my dick and started stroking it, imagining I was fucking her. She continued rubbing her pussy for a few more minutes and screamed, “Oui Maa,” quite loudly.

She then realised where she was and got up and sat in the tub, staring at the door with a nervous look. She waited for a few minutes till she felt no one heard her and stood under the shower. She washed her pussy and wet her body, including her long hair. She took the shampoo and lathered her hair.

She took the bath gel and lathered her body, making more froth and spending extra time on her boobs and pussy. As you know, the shower washes all the soap from your body when you stand under it. The ground below becomes slippery with the foam.

Uma did not realise this and slipped and fell on her back with a loud thud, screaming. I pretended to come running and stood outside the bathroom door, asking her, “Are you okay?” Uma said, “Saab, I slipped and fell.”

I asked, “Are you able to stand and come to the door?” She said, “My leg is hurting a lot, so I cannot stand.” I asked, “Can you somehow unlock the door so I can help you?” She said, “The door was never locked.” I asked, “Is it okay for me to come in to help you?” Uma replied with a few seconds delay, yes.

I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. I saw her lying naked in the bath tub covering her boobs with one hand and her pussy with the other. Her hands were not enough to cover her assets. Uma apologised, saying, “I am very ashamed about this.”

I said, “It is okay. I am worried that you have hurt yourself seriously.” I took a towel from the rack and covered her front body. I said, “Hold it. Where did you hurt yourself?” She used the same hand with which she was covering her chest, placing it below her right thigh, showing me.

I stepped into the tub between her legs and came to her right side. I tried to lift her leg slowly, holding it from below. Uma said, “It is hurting a lot, but I will bear it.” My eyes were on her pussy because the towel had slid, and she was not covering it. I got a good look at her pussy through her bush.

I said, “You still have a lot of soap on your body. You follow my instructions. I am going to make you stand and wash the soap.” I stepped in front and put both her hands around my neck. I hugged her, lifting her slowly and making her stand.

During this, the towel fell, and we ended up hugging each other with my cock touching her crotch. I was scared if she realised. After I made her stand, I said, “Hold the handrail for balance.” I apologised for the towel incident.

Uma looked at me and said, “Saab, you have seen everything, so I don’t need the towel anymore. If any other man would have seen me like this, he would have surely fucked me. You are a gentleman, and I feel safe in your hands.” I kept the towel back on the rack.

I was happy I was making good progress with her. Hopefully, very soon, I would be fucking her with her consent. Uma reminded me, saying, “My leg is still hurting a lot.” I came behind her and raised her right thigh from below, confirming where the pain was. I placed her foot on the armrest.

While I was supporting her with my one hand around her, my face rubbed against her butt, giving me a view of her rear hole. I stood behind her and asked, “What are you going to do about your hair?” She said, “I will wash it myself.” I turned on the overhead shower, standing behind her, holding her firmly.

My hands were on her ribcage while Uma bent forward to wash her hair. I daringly raised my hands and touched her boobs from the sides. After waiting a few moments and seeing no reaction from her, I began lightly caressing her boobs from the side.

Soon, she was done washing her hair. I checked her hair and asked her to shampoo her hair again. Without questioning, she started doing it. Because of all our movements, my hands were cupping half her boobs now. I realised her nipples were at my fingertips.

I gently began pressing her nipples between my fingertips. I realised we were standing so close that our bodies were touching, and my clothes were fully wet. My cock was rock hard, buried in between her butt cheeks. I did not care how she would react because it felt great.

All I wanted was to fuck her as soon as I can. Uma finished shampooing her hair. I told her to tie it on her head. I saw she was breathing heavily, probably because I had been caressing her boobs and nipples.

I said, “Hold the handrail and stand so I can bathe you.” Uma said, “Saab, I am feeling very ashamed because you are bathing me. Also, your clothes are fully wet because of me.” I came in front saying, “Don’t worry too much because I want to take care of you and don’t tell anyone about this.”

Uma smiled, saying, “Don’t worry, Saab, this will remain between us only. Please give me a chance to take good care of your needs.” I was feeling great as I was inching closer to my dream fuck. To keep her engrossed, I asked, “Are you married, or is there someone who is worrying about you now?”

I picked up the hand shower and aimed it at her neck and chest to wash the soap. I ran my hands all over, taking time, feeling her boobs. Uma said, “Yes, I am married, but I do not want to go back to that hell. With great difficulty, I escaped with help from a good man.”

“I have a family, but after my marriage, they disowned me instead of rescuing me. I had a mama who really cared for me, and we were in love. We wanted to get married, but my parents did not allow it. So there is no one left for me to go back to.”

I kept quiet and continued washing her boobs. I went down to her tummy and kneeled in front while doing it. I pointed the hand shower at her crotch, and Uma jerked. I placed my hand on her crotch, separating her hairy bush and touching her pussy. Uma was letting out soft Aahs while I was doing this.

I said spread your legs, and she did. Her pussy was wet, with her slimy juice oozing out. I looked at her. Uma had her eyes closed. I licked my fingers, tasting her juices. As I rubbed her pussy, Uma spread her legs further, grinding her crotch against my hand.

I spread her pussy lips, bringing my mouth closer and gave a quick lick to her clit. Uma placed her hand behind my head, pushing it harder to her clit as her body trembled. She let out a loud moan, and I pushed two fingers into her pussy, making her moan louder.

I alternately kept licking her pussy and fingering it. I pushed one finger into her butt with two fingers still inside her pussy, and she had an intense orgasm. Her entire body wriggled with her orgasm, pressing my face hard against her pussy. I continued licking with my fingers going to and fro inside both her holes.

Then she recovered and stood straight. Uma said, “I am very ashamed about what happened.” I continued down her legs, rubbing her thighs, including her feet, washing all the soap off. When I was done, I came behind her and washed her back from neck downwards.

I spread her ass cheeks, pointing the water to her butt hole, washing with my hand, confident she would not object. I asked, “How many times did you soap yourself?” She said this was the first.” I said, “You need more cleaning. Please hold the handrail and stand so I can bathe you again.”

Uma said, “Saab, I would die of shame making you do anything more.” I asked, “What choice do you have right now? I washed the soap from your body from your earlier bath, so where is the shame left between us now?” She remained quiet while I poured the bath gel on the applicator.

I lathered her neck downwards, rubbing her boobs with the applicator and my bare palm on the other. I looked at her face, and her eyes were closed again. She was letting out feeble ‘Aahs’ breathing heavily.

Uma said, “Saab, you are taking very good care of me as if I were someone very dear to you. I do not understand why because I am just your servant.” I said, “I am only trying to help. For me, you are a human being first, and this is how I take care of my people.”

What I said worked like an icebreaker, and Uma hugged me, crying on my shoulder. All the soapy froth from her body was now on my clothes, and my erection was pressing against her crotch. I consoled her, running my hands on her soapy neck while my other hand was holding her back.

Uma broke the hug and looked at my face with teary eyes, saying, “Saab, I strongly feel something very nice about you and feel I can blindly trust you.” I said, “I am happy to hear, and you will surely get your chance.” I continued lathering her body and spending a good amount of time massaging her boobs.

I was doing it confidently, knowing she would not object. I came to her navel, pushing my finger inside. Uma said, “Saab, your touch feels exactly like my mama, and I am not able to control myself.” I said, “Tell me more about your mama.”

She said, “Things were totally different between me and my mama, so I cannot answer.” I insisted, “I am asking if I am as good as your mama.” She said, “Saab, please leave it because Mama and I were also lovers. I can never compare you to my Mama. Besides that, you are equally good.”

I knew she was slipping closer to me. She said, “You are so much younger than my Mama. Every time I feel your touch, it reminds me of him.” I went down to her pussy and rubbed with the applicator separating her bush. She spread her legs, giving me more access.

I separated her pussy lips with my fingers pushing inside, pretending to clean while Uma’s voice was now groggy. Uma held my head, gyrating her bottom on my fingers, pushing them deeper inside her pussy. I pointed my soapy ring finger at her ass, entering naturally with her motion.

She was now riding my fingers in her pussy and ass. I remained still and saw she was having another strong orgasm. After it subsided, she composed herself, saying, “I don’t know what came on me. I did not mean any of what just happened and am very ashamed about it.”

I said, “It was normal and don’t feel bad about it.” My fingers were still inside her pussy and ass while we were talking. I removed them and continued to lather her legs. I continued doing it especially massaging her inner thighs, making sure my knuckles brushed her pussy often.

To keep her engrossed, I asked, “Where is your Mama now?” She said, “He passed away in a road accident. Otherwise, I would have married and settled with him.” I said sorry about that, and she said, “It is okay. It was very long ago.”

I stood holding her face with my hands and looked into her eyes. I said, “You are the most beautiful person at heart I have ever met.” Uma blushed again. I don’t know how I managed to say this.

Uma was staring at my face, all dizzy, and she hugged me tightly and burst out crying again. I lifted her face and planted a kiss on her forehead, saying, “It is okay, please stop crying.” We broke the hug, and I came behind her.

I added more bath gel to the applicator and lathered her neck, going down her back to her butt. I told her to bend forward. I separated her ass cheeks, scrubbing her butt hard with the applicator, including her pussy. Uma herself bent further, holding the tap and opening her legs further, giving me full access.

I used this chance to rub her pussy nicely. I hugged her from behind and said, “Wash your hair,” opening the overhead shower. I was cupping her boobs from behind confidently this time. Uma washed her hair and was about to tie it.

I interrupted her, saying, “You need to apply the conditioner, which will make your hair soft,” giving her the conditioner. While she applied the conditioner, I continued massaging her boobs gently, keeping her nipples in between my fingers.

When she was done, she tied her hair over her head and stood holding the handrail. I came in front, took the hand shower and washed her body from neck downwards. I spent extra time on her boobs, belly and pussy. Now, she was openly moaning louder.

I hugged her from behind and opened the top shower, telling her to wash the conditioner. When she was done, I switched off the water, and she tied her hair above her head. I knelt facing her pussy, and Uma spread her legs. I spread her pussy lips, pointing to the shower stream.

I was finger fucking her love hole, making her squirm in pleasure. I washed her thighs and legs, including her feet. I came behind her and did the same, giving extra attention to her butt. This time, she bent forward, opening her legs. I made the most out of this chance by fingering both her holes together.

I switched off the shower and put her left hand over my shoulder and my right hand around her, holding her. I reached all around her back, cupping her right boob firmly. I helped her step out of the shower onto the dry bathroom mat near the door.

I said, “Hold the doorknob for support.” I picked up a towel. I slowly wiped from her head, going downwards, spending a lot of time on her boob. I continued further down to her waist and pussy. I continued talking to her, “You have a very beautiful and sexy body.”

Uma blushed and turned her face the other way. I asked, “Did I say anything wrong?” She covered her face with her hands, smiling from ear to ear, saying, “Saab, you are like godsent to me. I really like you and will do anything to make you happy. Just give me a chance.”

I said, “Between us, we are good friends, and that is our first secret. You need to listen and do exactly as I tell you.” She said, “Saab, I never imagined putting you in this situation. I am so ashamed for making you do all this.”

After I had towelled her, I placed one hand around her back and the other under her knees, carrying her and placed her on my bed. I spread a bedsheet on her, covering her to her thighs. I asked her to lift her right leg, which she couldn’t. So, I had to raise it and place a pillow below it.

I took a fresh set of clothes from my wardrobe, went to the bathroom, and changed. I brought a pain spray. I sat between her legs, lifting her leg and placing her ankle on my shoulder. This displaced the bedsheet revealing her pussy, so I covered it again.

I sprayed her leg and massaged it, during which I rubbed my knuckles against her pussy often. She said, “Saab, I will never be able to repay your debt.” I comforted her, saying it was okay.

I gave her a painkiller while she was still lying on my bed. I looked at her and said, “Get some sleep, and we will talk later,” and I left.

Let me know how you liked this, and I will post more parts. You can reach me at [email protected] with your suggestions and feedback.

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.

One afternoon around 3 PM, I was taking a hot shower when the doorbell rang. I went near the door and asked who it was. I heard Sneha respond that it was her.

I opened the door, and Sneha looked at me in awe as I was just in a towel wrapped around my body. The towel was so thin that it absorbed the water from my body. It had become transparent as well. My dark nipples were poking out as she watched, and the little bush between my legs was visible too.

I went back to my room and was expecting Sneha to come to me. The thought has made me hot, and I felt my pussy getting moisturized. I turned on the shower and continued to take a bath, and there you go! There was a knock on the door, and I was the happiest person.

I opened it, and Sneha was nude, just in a towel and asked, “Mom, can I join you in the shower?” I smiled and welcomed her in. Once she was in the washroom, she removed her towel and came behind me. She hugged me from behind, and I could feel her body heat as her boobs touched my back.

I turned on the shower knob, and water fell on us. She brought her hands over my navel and poked my navel with her finger. She brought her pussy towards my ass and pressed her pussy on my ass. I could feel her sharp hair pinch my soft ass. I moaned, “Sneha, what are you doing, dear?”

Sneha kissed my neck and bit my shoulder. She said, “I love you, mom. I love every part of your body. You are so perfect, mom I wanna play with you and fuck you.” Listening to her words turned me hard. Meanwhile, she started to kiss all over my back and bite at the same time.

Her hands grabbed my huge boobs, and she pressed them hard. She played with my nipples with her forefinger. She caught them and pulled them, making me moan in pain and pleasure. Sneha then reached for my pussy which was a little hairy, and played above my pussy with the hair.

I could not hold it any longer. I placed her hand over my wet dripping pussy. She caught my pussy lips with her hands and pulled them. I moaned. “Do you love it, mommy? Your daughter playing all the dirty games with you?” she asked.

Her fingers went into my pussy and were moving with great speed before I answered her. I turned my head towards her and said, “Yes, baby, I love the way you are playing with your mother. Fuck me, baby girl fuck me with your beautiful fingers.”

She pinched my clit while she fingered it. I could not hold it any more. I turned towards her completely and kissed her while she fingered me. I got a huge orgasm while still kissing her. Once I stopped squirting, Sneha brought her wet hand over my face and rubbed my juices all over my face.

She then asked me to kneel in front of her. Once I knelt, she opened her pussy with both her hands and moved closer to my face. She rubbed her wet pussy over my nose and then made me lick his open pussy. I began to lick her red pussy with my tongue and started to tongue fuck her pussy.

She caught my hair and pushed my face deep into her pussy, and squirted all over my face. I licked my daughter’s yummy juices, and then we showered together and went out. Once we were out, Sneha said, “Mom, I have a surprise for you,” and she ran to her room.

She came back with her college bag and pulled out a 6-inch dildo. It was black and had small dots all over it. I asked her what it was. She explained that it was a dildo that we could play with. She asked me to open my mouth.  I opened my mouth, and she pushed the dildo into my mouth and asked me to suck it.

I sucked the dildo and started to take it into my mouth. Sneha started to take the other end and came near me. Now, the dildo is half in Sneha’s mouth and half in mine. Her boobs were touching mine. I reached for her pussy, and it was super wet. I pushed my finger into her pussy.

She did the same, and once, we both were super wet. She asked me to sit and pushed half of it into my pussy. I moaned and fell back. Sneha came and slept on me. She started to fuck my pussy with the dildo and asked me, “How are you feeling, mom. Are you loving it?”

“Yes, Sneha fuck, fuck your mom.” I was moaning while she ate my boobs and fucked my pussy till I erupted for the second time. She then asked me to come into a doggy position. Once I was in, she hit my ass with the dildo and my husband’s belt, which was in the room.

I was moaning and screaming. She applied chocolate to the dildo completely and pushed the tip of it into my asshole. Oh my God, I was yelling as the dildo made its way into my ass hole. Once, she made sure half of it went in, she moved the dildo front and back while she was standing on the bed.

She then knelt and started to suck the chocolate from the other end of the dildo. She ate the chocolate. She pushed my upper part on the bed completely and sat on the dildo into her pussy.

The half was in my ass, and she sat on the other half and began to ride. The dildo went further into my ass as she sat over it. I made sure it was out when she rose. She was leaking all over the dildo, and those are going into my ass hole. I loved it. She started to hit my ass with her hand while she rode the dildo.

Both of us are moaning as we are reaching an amazing orgasm. Within no time, both came together, and I fell on the bed. She fell over me with the dildo still in my ass and her pussy.

We had an amazing session that day. Hope you loved this mom-and-daughter lesbian tale. Let me know if you would love to [email protected]. Bye, I will be back with another encounter soon.

I am Viraj. My family is well settled and we have our business. The story began when one of my friends couldn’t find any source to reach her hometown for her family function as she was busy completing her project deadline.

Then she asked me to drop her a favor. It almost takes 9 hours to reach her home town and to come back it takes 9 hours again, and a complete 18 hours of non-stop car driving. As she was my close friend, I couldn’t say no to her. It was also her family function.

This journey completely changed my lifestyle. This part is about how I met them and had sex with a beauty goddess.

So, we reached their hometown early in the morning and everyone was busy with the arrangements. I am well known to her family and her relatives. They insisted on staying and leaving tomorrow. I was also very tired because of the night driving. I was feeling drowsy and I needed to rest for at least a couple of hours to go back by driving my car.

Then I went directly to my friend’s room and had a nap. Later I got up and freshened up and had lunch. My friend’s hometown was a remote village, and most people lived through farming. (Now, many of the village people were moving to other state metro cities and Dubai for earning.)

Anyway, here started the turning point of my life. I went to see the village and near one house, two ladies were crying and asking the man to give them some time. I enquired what had happened. The two ladies were cousin sisters. The elder sister’s name was Madhavi and the younger sister was Vani. Vani was the daughter of Madhavi’s mother’s own sister. They were so poor and married to this village brothers of the same family. Madhavi had such fair and attractive eyes.

Madhavi was married first and her husband’s name was Raju. He was a good man and their livelihood was farming. She was living a happy life and seeing her, Vani’s parents fixed her marriage with Madhavi’s husband’s brother Ravi. Vani was not as fair as Madhavi but had a good figure and charming face and a sexy smile.

Madhavi’s husband always wanted a son, but Madhavi gave birth to daughters. He was upset and started drinking and scolding her and the children every day. Because of his habit, their debts increased. His younger brother Ravi never liked Vani, and due to pressure from his brother, he married Vani.

Ravi always wanted to marry a beautiful lady who looked like Madhavi and wanted to enjoy his life in cities. He always wanted to leave the village and had no interest in farming. Seeing his brother’s condition, Ravi took this chance and convinced his brother to leave this village and ladies and move to Dubai for job and after settling there, they could marry other women. And his brother could also have a son with his new wife.

Raju and Ravi took a hand loan from the villagers and moved to Dubai. Initially, they used to call their wives once a week and later decreased the calls to once a month, and now they stopped calling completely. Vani and Madhavi understood the situation that their husbands were never going to come back and they started doing small chores along with farming in their village. Now they had a debt of around 35 lacs made by both brothers in the village.

It had been more than a year and even the villagers came to know that Ravi and Raju were not contacting the family and not sending any money to their wives. So, the villagers took the decision of taking their house and a small portion of land they had. Now Madhavi with two kids and Vani with one kid had no shelter. They were pleading with the villagers to grant some more time.

My friend said both were good women and were working hard to pay the money. Knowing the true faces of Raju and Ravi, the villagers thought to take the properties instead of waiting long. Still, they had to pay more than 20 lacs. They gave 2 months to clear the remaining amount, as their house and land were not worth of that huge amount. Seeing their faces, I felt pity.

At that time, we were looking for loyal people to take care of our house chores and reaming work. I went straight to Madhavi and Vani told them I was willing to clear their debts. Madhavi and Vani were shocked and had confused faces.

Then Madhavi asked: Why do you want to help us? You are not even from this village and never knew us when the whole village had turned back on us for such a huge amount.

I replied: I am not giving this for free. You both sisters now require money and shelter. I need loyal people to work for us. For this favor, you need to work in our house.

They were not ready to accept my offer.

I said: You are going to get a salary and rooms and the food also will be free. Till you work in our house, there will be no interest in the money for clearing your loans.

My friend after listening to all this, said to Madhavi at the moment: This is a huge help. You should accept take it.

Madhavi and Vani said: We don’t know him. How can we trust a stranger when our own husband betrayed us?

Madhavi said: I have known him for a very long time. You can trust him. Also, there is no other option.

They agreed and I paid their debt and asked them to get only the required luggage. Then the road trip started to drop my friend and ended with two ladies and 3 kids.

Both the ladies sat silently. Now they were relaxed but with confused faces. In between, we had food and they felt happy as I treated them and their kids very well. Still, they were confused about their future.

We reached our house at midnight. I already informed my parents about all the things that happened. My parents were not so happy about spending so much money without knowing anything about 2 women with no husbands.

Then we gave them rooms on the second floor. My parents lived on the ground floor, and my brother and kids lived on the first floor. I and both ladies stayed on the second floor.

They got mingled into our family and took all the work into their hands. My parents were relaxed and happy. They gained trust from my parents too within 3 months. Madhavi used to talk less than Vani. Vani had a 1-year-old child and she used to feed breastmilk to her baby. Madhavi used to feed her younger daughter her milk. Madhavi became more comfortable and friendly with me.

One day, Vani slipped from the steps and her leg got fractured and needed to rest. Then Madhavi had to do her and Vani’s work. All my family members went on a short vacation. Madhavi was so tired and only my room was left to clean. So, she laid herself on the bed for a short time and without knowing, she fell asleep. When I came into the room and saw her sleeping, I went to shower without disturbing her.

Then Madhavi woke up and noticed I was back in the room and she started to do her work. I came out and noticed she was tired and told her to take rest and clean the room the next day.

Madhavi said: Vani is taking rest along with the kids.

I asked her to rest in my room as I was going out. Madhavi was not ready, but due to no rest for 2 days, she stayed in the room and I left for work. Then I came back in the afternoon and saw Madhavi still sleeping. I was about to leave the room. Then my eyes caught Madhavi’s waist. Her fair skin tone made me to check out her body. Her saree on her legs had moved to the knees and her pallu had moved a little bit. The mole on her breast was visible and I was unable to take off my eyes. The black mole was shining on her fair body.

Then I went close to the sleeping village maid and touched on the mole. Her sleep was disturbed, so she turned around. Now I touched her thighs and kissed on the waist. She never had sex after the issues with Raju and my touch woke up her feelings even in the sleep and she slowly moaned.

Then I turned toward her. She was half asleep and she held my hand tightly and said my name, “Viraj” in a slow voice. Her voice made me horny! I lifted her, holding her back and kissed her on the neck by hugging her. Madhavi’s feelings turned on and she came out of sleep and saw me hugging her and licking her neck.

She pushed me away and moved out of bed. I held her hand and dragged her towards me and held her waist. This move made her more horny and she was cooperating and also wanted to stop it. Then I slowly said, “Madhavi, are you okay?”

The village maid’s breath increased and she was not speaking anything. In a lower tone, she said, “I am not such a woman.”

So I loosened my grip on her waist and said, “I never thought we would be in such a scene.”

Madhavi used to be more friendly and she understood her and my present situation and said, “Let’s stop this here” in a lower voice.

I said, “Okay, I respect your decision.”

My hands were still on her waist and my chest was feeling her warm breath. Madhavi stood silently without moving away even after 2 minutes. That made me realized she didn’t really want this to end like this. Then I lost control and hugged tightly and started licking her neck. Madhavi was making small sounds and she hugged me more tightly. I lifted her head and kissed her forehead, moved to her lips, and started kissing her most beautiful lips.

She did not need any lipstick, her lips were light pinkish in color and could make any man horny. While kissing her, I held her ass and pressed toward my dick. This move made her more horny and started biting my lips. The kiss continued for a few minutes.

The day I saw her in the village, her lips aroused me more and made me help her. Today, the same lips were biting my tongue.

To be continued.

Hello there! I am Mandar from Delhi. I am a freelance designer. I am 26 and fairly successful for a guy my age. I earn enough money to fuck a new whore every day.

The story is a couple of years back when I used to study at Delhi College of Art.

About me, I am an average-built guy with not-so-great features. I am 5.9ft In height and have a 6-inch dick like any normal guy. No girl would notice me in the crowd if I passed by.

But, I was always observant of others, like a high-functioning psychopath. I was very experimental in bed and also an expert in trapping girls into having sex with me. I used to do nasty things to them in both public and private places. And I could hold my cock from ejaculating for a lot of time.

The story I am about to narrate is an absolutely real one that happened in my college. I was in my 3rd year at that time. I had a girlfriend who I just used as a toy to fuck. Whenever my dick would get hard, I would find her and use one of her holes to dump my cum.

I was already bored of her, but it was always better than jerking my cock. So while fucking her, I didn’t even use to look at her. She loves me, so she was okay with that.

Coming to the story:

We had just finished our exams. I desperately wanted to relieve my stress in a girl’s hole. But since my exam went well, I wanted a new whore to satisfy my urges. I waited in college after the exam. I was sitting on the stairs and watching the girls passing by.

I could imagine spanking their busty asses, pinching their nipples, slapping their fleshy thighs. And after a while, my eyes fell on Pratiksha. She was my classmate. She was a busty and fat, lusty body. I don’t care much about how beautiful my whore is. I just wanted someone I can manipulate and fuck.

So, a little bit about Pratiksha. She was the same year as I was but studied Fashion Design. She had huge busty boobs the size of melons. Her ass was humongous and bounced each time she put a step forth. She was cute and fair.

She was very popular in college. A good student and a teacher’s pet. She was also her class representative. She loved flaunting her busty body. That day, she was wearing tight black leggings and a loose shirt. But her boobs were clearly bursting out of the fabric through the cleavage.

My mind started imagining all the things I could do to her right here in college. I could make her my bitch without using much force. She passed down the stairs where I was sitting.

I ran to the college medical store. It was a small shop run by a local guy, Abdul, who was a pervert. I used to befriend such folks since they would do anything for money and pussy.

Me: Abdul bhai, how are you?

Abdul: All good, sir! How can I help you today?

I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a hundred rupee note. I slid it to him on the counter.

Me: Ye rakh. (Keep this.)

Abdul got the hint that I was planning something.

Abdul: Have you found a new whore this time?

Me: Don’t ask too many questions. I have managed a pussy for both of us. You can have your way with her.

Abdul was overjoyed. I could see the lust flowing in his eyes.

Me: Now go and get me the snack

Abdul sneaked into his store and pulled out a small polythene bag for me. It was a metal butt plug.

Abdul: Here it is! Let me know what else you need.

Me: Be ready with a condom. I will call you in an hour.

I went back to the college building. I knew the fashion design department very well. It was on the fourth floor. I went there and stood in the corridor in front of Pratiksha’s class.

I peeped in. She was there. She was sitting on a chair with her legs on the table.
My god! Her ass could not fit on the chair. Her boobs were going up and down as she was breathing.

She was fiddling on her phone and talking to other girls in there. There were a load of cute and sexy chicks in that class. But I don’t care. I just wanted Pratiksha for no reason.

Being a psychopath, I had a lot of patience to get what I wanted. My mouth was watering by just looking at her. Without wasting any time, I went to her. I had never interacted with her before. But I wasn’t nervous at all.

Me: Hey, Pratiksha, I need some help.

Pratiksha was slightly surprised to see me interact with her with such confidence in our first meeting.

Pratiksha: Yeah, Yeah, sure. I mean

Me: Can you come out a bit? I had written a thesis paper on 19th Century Fashion and its Contemporary effect. Can you review it?

I was good! I was very intellectual when it came to academics. There was no thesis, actually, but I knew what would get her comfortable.

Pratiksha: Wow! Didn’t know you took an interest in Fashion!

Me: Oh, it’s just a hobby. It’s a pretty fascinating area of study.

She was impressed and started walking with me. Now, we both were in the corridor. There were a lot of other students around there.

I gave her the book. She took it and opened it with fascination. It had drawings that engaged her.

Pratiksha: Where is the thesis?

Me: Oh, it’s on the subsequent pages.

She started flipping the pages. This was my chance.

Me: Hey, Pratiksha, there is something on your nose.

And quickly, I put the butt on the book.

Prariksha: Wtf Mandar!

She picked the butt plug in her hand

Me: You don’t like it?

Pratiksha: Why are you carrying this? What do I do with this?

I stepped a bit back. And quickly took a photo of her holding the butt plug.

*click click*

Pratiksha: Hey, what the hell!

Me (with an evil smirk ): SECRET OF PRATIKSHA’S BIG BUBBLY BUTT. How fun would it be to circulate this pic?

Pratiksha: Hey, listen, go fuck yourself.

Me (calmly): Or why don’t I fuck you today?

Pratiksha: Drop dead. Bye

Me: Okay then. Sending the photo

Pratiksha: Hey, dont! I am contesting the council elections this year! The photo will ruin my chances. Don’t send it, please.

I could sense she was panicking. So a little bit I have learnt. Even a small stain on the public image is fearful for a college like mine.

Me: Well, I just want a cum dump for an hour. And we would be okay.

Pratiksha: Why me? But I am sure you can get as many sluts as you want with your charm.

Me: Manipulation gives me a high and gets me hard.

Pratiksha looked at me with awe. I looked back calmly.

Pratiksha: Just one handjob. And we are done.

Me: I make the rules here, Pratiksha. Here is how it’s going to go.
1. I take you to the medical store in the basement.
2. You make me cum with your mouth first.
3. Then I cum in your ass once.
4. Then I fill your face.

Pratiksha was angry. I could clearly see. But she got no reaction from me.

Pratiksha: Let’s get it done with you moron.

Me: Oh, I missed one small detail.

Pratiksha: Now, what is it?

Me: Abdul from the medical store will have a tour of your pussy before we go down.

Pratiksha was dumbstruck.

Pratiksha: What the fuck Mandar. I am not a whore of some kind.

Me: Suit yourself. Be a whore or be the laughingstock of the college.

And I started walking away. Pratiksha became restless and shouted: Hey!

She walked towards me with a calm posture. She came extra close to me and grabbed me by my balls. Her eyes were slutty, and her grip was firm.

Pratiksha: Bring it on, baby.

I walked towards the end of the corridor to the washrooms. But with a slight push, I gently directed her to the men’s washroom.

Me: Everything is going to be alright after a while.

I closed the door of the men’s washroom behind me. I leaned her on the basin counter and took my phone out. I called Abdul.

Me: Abdul, come to the men’s washroom on the fourth floor.

Abdul: Coming in two minutes, sir.

I could feel the excitement in his voice. Meanwhile, I made Pratiksha sit on the floor. Our washrooms were super clean. She was sitting on the floor with her back leaning on the door. I sat exactly opposite her, staring directly into her eyes.

I put my hand on her thigh and started caressing it. I was looking directly into her. In a minute, there was a knock on the door. It was Abdul.

Since the Fashion department had all the girls in it, no one really used the men’s washroom on the fourth floor. It was my personal fuck-room.

I invited Abdul in. Abdul was in his thirties. Well built but dumb. I had my leash on him. He used to be drunk on syrups most of the time.

Me: Abdul, you got 11 minutes to do whatever you want with her. She will have to be my slave after that.

Abdul was mad with joy. Without even responding to me, he directly went on his knees and unzipped his pants. And became completely naked. He pulled Pratiksha towards him and made her lie on the floor on her back.

Pratiksha saw everything but couldn’t move. Abdul pulled down her leggings to her ankles. He spat heavily all over her crotch. Multiple times. He wore the condom. He lubed his fingers with his spit and pushed three fingers in her pussy.

Abdul: Bro, where find you find this whore? She is very wet and loose.

He came on top of her. Then with one hand, he placed his dick on her cunt and pushed it in with one stroke.

Pratiksha smiled: Hey, Mandar, your lapdog has a fine cock. Don’t disappoint me later.

Me: I don’t care about you. I want my dick drained.

He then placed both his hands on her boobs. And started fucking her like a mad dog. Her body was moving to and fro on the ground. Abdul was crushing her tits. Pratiksha was now completely mesmerised. The room was filled with the sound of Abdul’s crotch hitting her thighs. Thap thap thap thap

Abdul was nowhere near to cumming. He still kept fucking Pratiksha continuously without slowing down. Pratiksha uttered, “Oh yeah, just like that.” Abdul pushed his tongue down her mouth. He was completely enjoying her body.

I sat on the basin counter and started watching Abdul fucking the living hell out of Pratiksha’s pussy. I took out my phone and clicked some pictures of Abdul fucking Pratiksha.

Me: Abdul, you got 2 minutes before she wakes up.

Abdul: Almost there, dude. Her cunt is loose and used

Abdul lifted Pratiksha’s legs, took them on his shoulders and started thrusting massive strokes. He increased his speed higher and, with a loud moan, came hard in his condom. He stayed in the same position for a while.

I was getting a hard-on in my pants after this. It was my turn soon. Abdul got dressed up and left. I put her leggings back in their place and made sure Pratiksha was all dressed well.

Pratiksha had a sly smile on her face. Now, we were again standing in the crowd-filled corridor. She was adjusting her shirt and leggings. She looked here and there. There were a lot of people in the corridor.

I was walking behind her. I had a clear view of the ass. I was going to bang in a few minutes. We got out of our building and came to the medical store. We stood near the counter.

Abdul was sitting in the store on his chair.

Abdul: Hello, what can I do for you?

Me: Get out of the shop for an hour. I want to fuck this bitch in your store. Here is a hundred.

Abdul: Of course! I will go for an hour. I have kept the condoms and lubes in the fanny pack on the counter.

Pratiksha: You are insane

Me: Well, Abdul is like my pet. I let him have the taste of the snack

Pratiksha: Let’s get this done with, you asshole.

I grabbed her ass and pushed her inside the store. Abdul closed the shutter. Now, it was just me and Pratiksha in the 10 x 10 room filled with medical supplies. I sat on an old rusty chair. It creaked.

Me: Hey whore! Get down here and suck my cock.

Pratiksha had no other option. She got down on her knees. I could see her busty cleavage from my eye level. She unzipped my pants. My cock sprung up erect. Her eyes widened. She bent towards me and took my cock in her mouth. Her lips were super soft. I could feel her moist tongue on my skin.

Her head was going up and down and up and down. She was definitely an expert. I held her by her hair and pushed her on my cock. I choked her. She was not able to breathe. I was not letting her go. She started trembling. Her hands were clutching my thighs hard.

I caressed her back with my other hand. She was going wild. Her movements became brisk. She was now pushing her head harder on my cock. She started caressing my thighs. I let her head go. She got up and started coughing. She was breathing heavily. Her tits were going up and down. Her eyes were watering.

Me: Come back, bitch! Who told you to stand up?

Pratiksha (with a smirk): Oh! I thought you already came.

She was licking her lips.

Me: Oh, babe! We are just getting started.

I got up and went near her. I grabbed her tits with my bare hands and crushed them with vicious force. She screamed. I kept on crushing them. She started hitting me.

Pratiksha: You asshole, I am hurting. Do it right if we are to bang each other.

Without a warning, I ripped her shirt. The buttons came out on the floor. Her milky boobs were staring right at me. My cock was impatient now. Pratiksha was standing in awe. I went behind her and punched her ass cheeks like a punching bag. I punched very hard.

Pratiksha: What are you doing, you animal?

Me: Don’t move, you bitch. I own you for an hour.

Now punches have changed to spanks. Loud and hard spanks.

Pratiksha: Aah, Mandar!

I pulled her leggings down to her ankles. Now, she was just in her panties and bra. I started spanking her ass again. It was a big ass. My one hand could not cup one ass cheek. I spanked harder. I counted 50 in my mind. I spanked her 50 times.

She was tired. She leaned forward to the counter. Her ass was red with my handprints all over it. She was panting and sobbing. I went behind her and hugged her like a thirsty, crazy person. I started cupping and crushing her boobs from behind. My cock was rubbing on her ass.

I was licking her bare shoulders. I sucked her earlobes. She let out a moan. I knew she had started to love it. But I wanted to see her hurt. I pushed her head. And pulled her ass towards me. I ripped her panties and tore them.

I stuffed the panties in her mouth. I didn’t want her to make noises. I spat on my fingers and stuffed 3 of them in her ass directly. She clutched her butt and was trying to scream really hard. Her ass was tight, and my fingers tore it apart.

She was moaning loudly.

Me: It is just getting started, Pratiksha! Open your asshole for me.

Pratiksha removed the panty from her mouth and let out a pleasurable moan.

Pratiksha: What are you …. not in my ass…

Me: Oh, shut up. Now I want you to beg me to destroy your ass.

Pratiksha: My ass is too dry. Can you atleast get a lube or atleast Vaseline?

SLAP

I have a tight spank on her ass. The hardest till now.

Pratiksha: Aaah!

Me: Beg, you bitch

Pratiksha: Ah fuck my ass, Mandar. I want you to deflower my tight ass. Tear it apart.

Me: Now, I want you to spread your asshole for me

Pratiksha tried to part her ass hole with her fingers. I spat on her ass and rubbed it all over her ass cheeks. I lubed my cock with the fluid that Abdul had left for me. I bent Pratiksha over the counter and crushed her ass with my two hands, and parted her legs.

And without any warning, I stuffed my whole cock inside her. Pratiksha gave a wild scream. She was in a lot of pain. I started giving massive strokes. I usually count 50 strokes. This helps me last longer.

I thrust harder and harder. I squeezed her boobs from behind. Her ass was tight. She was an anal virgin.

Me: So slut, how are you doing there?

Pratiksha: Aaah, it hurts. I wont be able to walk after this.

Me: So crawl, bitch

I was counting 24, 25, 26, 27…

She was now completely weak and was leaning on the counter for support. She stopped reacting. Her asshole was turning red. It was swollen. I kept fucking it. I held her throat from behind. She collapsed on the counter.

I pulled my dick out. It was oozing fluids. She was now lying on the floor naked with her panties on her heels.

Pratiksha: Aaah, make me sloppy daddy.

I turned her and made her lie on her stomach. I gave her 20 spanks to wake her up.

Me: Time to sow my seed in your hole, babe

I parted her pussy lips. And came on top of her. I placed my cock on her pussy and punched it inside her cunt. I started thrusting hard strokes. One after the other. I kept fucking her for 20 minutes without any break. In the same position.

I was about to cum. I turned her over and rubbed my cock on her face. I let a huge cumshot on her mouth and nose. I filled her nostrils and mouth with my juice. I lay on top of her busty body for warmth.

I called Abdul in.

Me: Abdul, do you have any wishes?

Abdul: Sir, a last blowjob from her would be good.

Pratiksha winked at him slyly. She was in no state to stand up and do the mouthful, but her eyes lit up like a rabid dog.

Me: Of course! Let’s get this bitch up.

We both got her on her knees. I held her hair, and Adbul shoved his cock inside her mouth. I kept fucking her mouth. After 5 minutes, she took a load of juices in her mouth. We let her lie down for 5 minutes.

Me: Pratiksha, get out of here, or I will start your photoshoot again.

Pratiksha looked for her clothes and started wearing them. She was out of undergarments. Her face looked like that of a cheap street whore, with her eyeliner flowing down her cheeks.

Pratiksha: Hey, Mandar, next time, just ask, lol.

She went out of the door and left. I could see her limping. She was barely able to walk. And she forgot to wipe my cum from her leggings.

That’s all for today, guys! Hope you loved the story. Give your comments and feedback to [email protected].

Hello there readers! You might have known about the story by reading the title itself. It is the story of a young lady in her 30s, born Bengali, grew up there, and has been living a married life in New Jersey, USA for the last six years with an open-minded orthodox man of her choice.

They met each other in the USA and decided to knot their ties after having their relationship. Her hubby is Harsh from Mumbai while she is Surabhi from Kolkata. They had their own past experiences in love, lust and had been living a cheerful youth life since their college days.

Starting with the story, Harsh is quite open-minded but not that open to being cuck. It was after 4 years of happy married life going on between them without any conflicts and pure love between them. They both had their own past of having bf/gf and not being virgins and both knew about that very well.

Surabhi as a wife was pretty hot. She was liberal, had modern belief and was kind of open open-minded. She was having dates with her male friends of her choice, which Harsh hadn’t have any problems with. Harsh use to flirt with his colleagues in the office. Harsha and Surabhi were having an erotic sexual life in bed and on the outside too they were showing love to each other.

Surabhi was quite western and bit of a hot one who use to expose her big cleavage and showed off her sexy outfits everywhere she went. She was always at her fullest in wearing bikinis at beaches and posting and sharing her stuff. Harsh wasn’t that photogenic compared to Surabhi, but he never failed to pose with his sexy hot slutty wife and be with his friends.

Coming to sexual fantasies, Surabhi was satisfied sexually with her hubby and she never complained of being unsatisfied. But still, she thought she lacked more in this sexual life. She was more into making friends. She had a photographer friend named Karthi who was her boyfriend. She met him from a site and he was involved in her photoshoots.

It ended as an erotic one when Karthi proposed to her for sex and she had done that unconditionally. It was like pure love for the. Karthi was from India and visited the US sometimes to meet his cousins who lived in the same city. They both met in India and the US whenever they got the opportunity. Karthi was a bachelor of 30.

It was the end of 2022 in winter. Surabhi was busy with her work as she worked as a businesswoman. She was filled with a thirst for eroticism and was desperate to have romantic sex. Her hubby was busy with work for the last week being on a business trip and she was missing him at this point to have a sexual intimacy during this winter season with chilled drinks and lots of love.

The Indo-American wife was quite disappointed when she reminded her hubby of that. But her hubby was busy and was not caring much as he was dating his colleague in the office and he wanted to spend some time with her after a long chance.

Surabhi was missing Karthi at this point. She was active in Xham and had connected to a well-known married man in his 40s. They were texting each other for the last three months and had not met in real life. That man was living in Texas. Surabhi never took this to a real meeting as she wasn’t very convinced about meeting him as he was married.

His name was Rayan – a Tamilian who was settled in Texas for more than two decades with his wife and kids. He traveled often across the states for his business purposes. As luck had in store for him, his client from New Jersey invited him for a final negotiation. After finishing the deal in favor of him, he had still half a day more for himself.

Settled back in his hotel, he started browsing randomly and opened up Xham. Surabhi was online and he pinged her to inform her about his visit to New Jersey. Surabhi was already in a high mood and leaking between her thighs. Ryan then asked her about any plans for her to meet her. She didn’t respond. Ryan said he was there in New Jersey for that evening and asked would she take time to meet her on a small coffee date?

She accepted that. Bang on time, both were in the coffee shop. They both were in heat, expecting the other one to push the boundary a bit to get cozy.

Surabhi was looking at her best in a single-piece gown that really struggled to contain her 36D Bengali boobs in place. Her massive cleavage was showing off her well-built bosoms. Her well-toned flat abs really made her super sexy even in her early 30s. Also, her shapely bubble butt which was not so wide but very firm, looked very beautiful and cladded in a saffron hot outfit.

Ryan came in casuals. A smart businessman. He was sure that he already had her confirmed for the night. He didn’t focus much on his dressing. As soon as they identified each other in the coffee shop by their dress color, they said hi very casually, trying to hide their nervousness.

As soon as they sat down in a corner, there was an awkward silence. Then Ryan broke the ice complimenting her dress. He kept looking at her cleavage often which made even Surabhi uncomfortable. Then they ordered coffee and before they could even finish it, Ryan asked her straight, “Surabhi, would you like to see my room and relax a bit?” She hesitated but agreed and she said, “Sure.”

Then they paid the bills without even finishing their coffee and started walking toward the lift. The room was on the 45th floor and once inside the lift, Ryan started moving closer to Surabhi. He placed his hands behind her back, exactly on her bum. Surabhi looked at his eyes, surprised by his audacity.

He continued to feel her hip and well-built butt till they reached the room. Once they got inside the room, he did not even ask or talk about anything. Ryan just closed the door, held the hot Indo-American woman Surabhi by her shoulders, made her stand against the wall, leaned on her pressing her boobs by his chest, held her arms, and landed his lips straight on her lips.

Surabhi was a bit startled by his bold move, as she wasn’t into that surprise before. She was like, “Please No..!”

Ryan was in a horny mood, in no position to leave this opportunity knowing it was the right one at the right time. Sensing her resistance was weak, Ryan placed his right hand on her boobs firmly and his left hand on her shoulder to remove her gown strip without removing his lips from hers. The drinks were there on the fridge for Ryan to boost both of them in winter.

He engulfed her shoulders and neck and muffled her moans. He then pulled her toward him and started sucking and licking with his tongue playing in between. Saliva was spread generously outside the lips of both of them. It was a real wet kiss. Not less of a french one.

All the while, he was grabbing her ass from behind feeling it boldly. His hand was successful in taking off the gown strip from both arms and her gown was hanging on her half boobs now.

Ryan separated from her to see how she looked with a gown hanging on her boobs. Surabhi was breathing long. Her boobs were rising and dropping from a heated-up kiss. Her hair was completely disheveled.

Ryan placed her in front of him at the back and both his hands were on her hand and the outfit, holding and pressing her boobs. The Bengali married woman was moaning and she quickly pulled down the gown and dropped it on the floor. Her tits were flourishing from the bra. It was so sexy that Ryan couldn’t control much to give a tit-job.

Now Surabhi was standing only with her bra and panty, completely black. She was facing the wall with him at her back. Ryan’s dick was getting harder and harder every second and it was stretching his trousers. Surabhi could feel it pressing on her buttocks. Then Ryan started kissing Surabhi’s wide shoulders and back slowly while moving down. He did not miss to give her small bites and licks as he moved down.

His hands were firmly holding and pressing Surabhi’s hips. He knelt, bit her butt, held her thighs, and made her turn to the front-facing him. Surabhi turned her head down in anticipation to see what was next. Ryan felt her panty on his mouth, sided her panty, and placed his mouth exactly on her clit. Surabhi was already leaking heavily. This faster and bolder move of Ryan was making her weaker and she started shivering her legs a bit, especially her thick shiny soft thighs.

Then she held Ryan’s head by his hair and leaned completely back on the wall with her head tilted up in pleasure. Ryan was sucking on her Bengali clit very tightly by creating a vacuum in his mouth. Surabhi really found it very difficult to handle this kind of onslaught and she badly wanted to lie down and enjoy being licked up just like her hubby did. But Ryan did not let her sit also.

He created more and more pressure in sucking her clit. His hands pressed her buttocks, pulling them apart with high force so that her ass hole was visible. Surabhi couldn’t hold the pleasure anymore. She screamed in pleasure while holding Ryan’s hair tight and cummed heavily on his face.

She collapsed on the bed now, lying and facing the ceiling and breathing high with her boobs raising and falling. Ryan was seeing her and turning into an animal because of her sexy body looks. Her wide shoulders, large and firm boobs, well-built shapely hips, tight thighs, and long legs made him an animal already.

He then straightaway went and sat on her stomach with his knees on both sides of her hips. His dick was placed between her hot boobs. Without any hesitation, he spat between her boobs a huge amount of saliva. Some saliva splattered on her neck and face while spitting. It was so dirty. He placed his dick now on the saliva and Surabhi understood what he wanted and got both boobs together, giving his dick a gripping feel.

Ryan had already turned into an animal and started fucking between the Indo-American lady’s boobs. Often he was slapping on her boobs hard and sharp. In between, he also held Surabhi’s neck tight to choke her. Surabhi was enjoying this kinky treatment like a slut unleashed. The room was filled with Surabhi’s moans, Ryan’s grunts, and the noise of flesh hitting each other.

Ryan pulled out his dick from her tits and lied on her fully and started eating her mouth. From the top angle, Surabhi was not at all visible because Ryan had broad shoulders and a well-built body which had hidden Surabhi very easily. Ryan was chewing off Surabhi’s lips, cheeks, and chin. His hands were constantly massaging Surabhi’s boobs very hard and squeezing them.

He could feel her boobs slippery because of the spit and precum leaked between them. He positioned his groin right on her pubic mound and tried to split her legs with his legs. Surabhi got the cue and spread her legs wide enough for him to fuck her freely.

Then Ryan placed his 7-inch dick at the entrance of the horny Bengali woman’s cunt and pushed all 7 inches in one go. Surabhi gasped in shock although this was not the first time she was taking 7 inches. But she was not wet enough now and the rough fuck drove her crazy. Ryan kept pulling out his dick and pushing in slowly at first and faster later. Surabhi moaned in a loud voice which was good enough to hear for others outside the room, but she didn’t care.

With every thrust of dick, her boobs jiggled up and down and Ryan was mercilessly pushing the entire 7-inch every time drilling hard. Her pussy wasn’t shaved much. She was moaning and enjoying herself at the same time.

After about ten minutes of fucking in that position, Ryan pulled out completely and turned Surabhi to lie on her stomach and sat on her knees. He started splitting her butt cheeks and was trying to place his dick on her butt hole. Surabhi was exhausted and trying to get out of Ryan’s control. She was pleading, “Ryan, no, please. It’s BIG”. Ryan was in no mood to listen.

Surabhi was very much determined not to allow Ryan to fuck her ass. She struggled out of his control and got out. To avoid Ryan overpowering her again, she sided toward him at the edge of the bed and straightaway started sucking his dick. She started sucking his balls hard, making them wet. She spitting on that. She was horny and kinky in blowjobs.

Ryan went crazy. He held Surabhi’s head tightly and started moving his hip to literally fuck her mouth hard and deep throat her. Surabhi’s eyes widened at his pace and saliva flowed to the side of her lips, drooling over the cock wet. She couldn’t take it anymore and her eyes were wet taking deep inside. She was exhausted.

Then she tapped on Ryan’s thighs signaling him to slow down or stop. Ryan understood and left her head. There were multiple threads of saliva hanging between Ryan’s dick and Surabhi’s mouth looking kinky. Surabhi was gasping for breath. She felt relieved, but still, she could feel her throat convulsing and trying to adjust itself to normalcy.

Ryan stood up and went behind Surabhi, who was still in a kneeling position. He lifted the lovely Bengali woman and placed her body on the bed. Her hip was at the edge of the bed. He held her hair and pulled it back till her neck became tight. Then he placed his dick on her cunt from behind and started fucking her in doggy position. He continued his assault which Surabhi made feel pleasure and pain both. It was animalistic.

He was about to reach climax now after fucking her continuously for almost 10 minutes. Then he bent forward while fucking Surabhi in a doggy position and started massaging her clit with his thumb and index finger. That was the limit and Surabhi’s dam broke! She almost screamed and was squirting. The bed edge was almost drenched.

Ryan pulled his dick out and turned Surabhi to sit on the bed and inserted his dick in her mouth fully till the end and started cumming in her throat. Surabhi couldn’t take it and started coughing. The cum splashed outside her mouth and started flowing on her chin, cheeks, and boobs. Ryan pulled out his dick and rubbed his dick all over her face and cummed loads on her.

Both were exhausted in bed. It was super kinky that both were experienced in bed.

It was almost time for Surabhi to go. She washed her face, dressed up, and went away while Ryan was still hard on the bed laying down. Surabhi missed wearing her panty and went out down to the coffee shop where she was waiting for her hubby to sip coffee.

Harsh walked into the shop and gave a warm hug to his loving wife and then tried to kiss her lips. Despite smelling the coffee, he got the smell of cum from her mouth and he understood what happened!

On the other side, Ryan was still hungry for more sex and shagging himself with Surabhi’s panties on the bed.

Wait for the next part to see how Ryan met Surabhi again.

“So you guys have run away from your wives and are here peddling drugs to young girls?” I asked jokingly.

He was very appreciative of my beauty and was fawning over my attire. I did add by accentuating my breasts by bringing my arms closer to the sides.

“Nothing like that. We came out to party after closing a recent deal in town. Well, you looked really nice, so I approached. But yes, I am married and have a kid back in Bangalore, while Ilyas here is a divorcee,” said Prakash. He spoke after snapping out of the trance my cleavage had on him.

“So you’re here hitting on girls for him then as a wingman?” I asked with a wink to Ilyas.

“Areh nahi, I was showing him how to talk to girls and get out there. Didn’t realize it would work so fast,” Prakash laughed while downing his drink. He asked me if I wanted something as he ordered at the bar.

“So you showed him, and considering it was successful. What were you going to do? Hand me over to him, or continue with me?” I asked in a flirtatious tone

“Well, I would have introduced him, but now I’m interested also,” Prakash, looking at me, said. I could see his eye hovering over my cleavage again. I made sure to keep propped up.

“So then what would happen to poor Ilyas here?” I asked.

“He’s not so poor considering how well he gets women. Don’t go by his calm demeanour. He’s what I call the silent Casanova,” Prakash commented, pointing at Ilyas.

“Anyway, you would have come with friends, right? You would have then introduced him to one of them, and it would be a win-win,” continued Prakash, with no intention of allowing Ilyas to join the conversation.

Ilyas just kept quiet while he looked me up and down, pretty much undressing me with his eyes. He was tall like Prakash with greying hair and was clean-shaven. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans with a blazer and would have looked out of place. But he was carrying the style well.

I walked over to Ilyas and got in the middle of them. I faced the bar and said, “So with all this hypothesis, we’re still not on the main topic then. I may have a friend, but the question is, who should I introduce her to? Who should I continue flirting with.”

“You can continue flirting with both of us. We don’t mind. Who do you want to flirt with if your friend comes and you have to choose?” said Ilyas, showing his sharp wit.

I almost blushed, but I replied, “I don’t mind if my friend doesn’t come, and I get both of their attention.”

We laughed together and continued chit-chatting. Prakash kept his hand on my waist to check the waters, which I allowed.

Sunaina came after some time, and I introduced her to them. We both excused ourselves for the washroom. I had to fill her in on the men I was talking to while I had to know what she was up to.

“Arre, he was boring after he came, and I left him there. What are you planning to do with these oldies or what?” she asked

“They seem fun, experienced and have fun stuff with them,” I advocated

“Tere na ye daddy wale fetish na bohut zyada ho raha hai.” (Your daddy figure fetishes getting out of hand?) she said with a laugh. We walked back to the table with the men.

“Tereko kaunsa chalega?” (Which one works for you?) I asked as we decided.

“I’ll take the blazer guy, as I’m not into the whole balding thing. I leave uncle to you,” she said in a whisper as we reached the table.

“So Ilyas, Sunaina is really interested in your take on food choices. Maybe you can guide her to order better for us,” I laughed as it was like an indirect nudge to who focuses on whom.

I got closer to Prakash, who was observing Sunaina and Ilyas talk while he looked at me. He said, “I need a wingman like you in my life.”

“Aren’t you married?” I giggled. He looked at me and replied that he likes to explore women who are open to it outside of marriage.

We ordered some food and drinks as the party continued. You could feel the sexual tension in the room. Some couples decided to get closer and start heading out slowly. You could see the nervous glances of the boys. Maybe they succeeded in fishing a good girl to experience sex finally.

It definitely was rubbing off on me. I was still wet from all the pent-up sexual tension and drinks. I was allowing Prakash to have one hand rub all around my exposed navel as I sat next to him.

Ilyas and Sunaina were also busy in conversation. I moved my hand under the table to Prakash’s crouch to find a nice hard tent as I checked. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Do you want to come with us to our Hotel? We can continue our party there. I have some nice recreational treats you can try.”

I agreed and signalled Sunaina. I said, “I think Prakash has a nice surprise for us at his hotel, so would you both like to join us?”

Sunaina eyeballed me, knowing full well what I meant and looked over at Ilyas. We got up, and our men led us to the valet parking. Ilyas went to cover the bill. Prakash had his hand on both Sunaina’s and my hip, and he led us out. I slid his hand lower so he was now holding my butt over the ghaghra.

As the valet bought the SUV, we realized both these men would be pounding us tonight in some fancy 5-star hotel room. If we both weren’t such sluts we would have scared been scared. But we were prepared and needed this.

Since Ilyas doesn’t drink, he was driving. I nudged Sunaina to sit in the front while Prakash and I got in the back seat. The harrier has very large seats in the back. But I made sure I was pushing myself more towards Prakash. He was sitting behind Sunaina’s seat.

As we got on our way, I slowly turned to Prakash and bit his ears. He flinched and looked at me with lust. He put his arms around my waist to draw me closer. His other hand fondled my breasts over my blouse. I moved our bags to the other side of the seat.

I slowly lifted my leg on the seat with my white heels on to lift my ghaghra a little. I raised my body to start removing my thong panties. Prakash’s eyes were focused on the legs and upper thighs. I slowly slid my white lace thong off over my heels and handed it to him.

He looked at the panties like a child with a new toy. I smelled them as he moved his hand to my blouse back and one to my waist. He whispered that my panties felt wet. He hoped he could flood my juice out of my pussy tonight. Ilyas and Sunaina were busy talking, and the radio was playing.

I put my hand into his pants by loosening his strap and slid into his underwear to feel his hard rod. He kissed my cheeks, and we kissed. My blouse had a nice design feature to untie from the front. He quickly found it and pulled before I could say anything.

The blouse separated to reveal my 34c brown nipples and milk jugs. Thankfully, we were behind Sunaina, who was unaware of what had happened. But Ilyas saw us suddenly with a rearview mirror. Mine and his eyes met while Prakash was busy fondling my breasts. I winked and turned for him to see my breasts.

He gulped and was trying to focus on the road. But I knew he wanted to see the show. Prakash had now lifted me onto his lap as he wanted to suck my breasts. Sunaina felt the sudden movements. She turned to find my leg spread over Prakash’s lap, my blouse open.

I held the back seat headrest while Prakash had his face in my breasts. She yelled, saying, “Arre, hotel tak to ruk jatte! Yahan raste mein hi shuru kar diya!” (You guys should have waited to reach the Hotel! You started here on the streets only!)

Ilyas quickly turned the car into a side lane to find a dark spot to avoid people seeing anything. He found some dark alley parked and turned around, saying, “You’ll get us caught, Prakash! Take this to the room!”

Prakash looked from the side of my arms and said, “Ilyas, I couldn’t control she’s too hot! Can you give us 15 minutes? Take a quick walk, both of you and come back, please.” He looked at Sunaina and said, “Do you want to step out? Maybe get a smoke?”

She agreed, and both stepped out of the car. The door closed to turn off the cabin lights, and Prakash went into action. I was kneeling on the seat on his lap with my legs across his body. He lifted my ghagra from the front as he faced me to find my pussy.

He slid his pants along with his underwear. He revealed his cock of fat girth with little pubic hair at the bottom of the shaft. He quickly took out a condom from his pocket. He put it on his cock with my help as he sat me down on his thick desi married cock.

I was wet, but I felt him go into my pussy, stretching my hole to the sides. I settled on him. His hand went from the front under my ghagra to around my butt cheeks. He used them to grip me and start his pelvis thrust. I had his cock inside me, and I started moaning loudly due to its girth.

I asked quickly, “I know it’s too late now to ask, but how old are you?” He paused and looked at me. He started to move his cock in and out while saying.

“Old enough to be your father, bitch! You like that, don’t you? A man double your age is fucking you in his car and taking you to hotels like the good slut you are! I’m 47, and I’ll fuck you like  an older man and you will enjoy it completely!”

His aggression grew as he started thrusting his cock inside my wet pussy. I moaned and said, “Yes, I like to be a slut to older men! Do you want to be my daddy and fuck me?” He started grunting. I allowed him to thrust his cock into me faster while he started sucking on one of my breasts.

“Aah!” is all I could say as we both started moving in a rhythm. His hand was on my butt cheeks. He spread them and pushed his finger into my butthole. Ilyas forgot to keep the engine on, so the closed car became a hot sex chamber. We kissed and were sweating.

His tongue explored my entire mouth as his cock went deep into my pussy. The smell of sex, the motion of the thrusting and the taste of alcohol filled my mind and body. The thrusting became faster. He pushed two fingers from each hand into the butthole.

He used the remaining to grab my butt cheeks and spread them as he pulled me onto his cock. I was in bliss. I pushed him away and arched backwards. My head was going backwards between the two front seats. He grunted in an animalistic way to get my pussy to bounce faster on his cock.

I held the headrests of the front seat as I moaned, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” My pussy was welling with pleasure. The panoramic roof of the harrier was open to show the glass. I could see the stars in the sky. My lower body was in control of Prakash.

He was grunting and not even saying anything understandable as he was about to cum.  “Aah!” was what he grunted as he came into the condom. It turned warm inside, and I could feel a warm bladder in my pussy. As he finished, he pulled me closer to him. My face levelled with him, and he kissed me.

As I got off him, his cock came out to reveal the white cream in the top part of the condom. I started removing the condom as soon as he let me. As I slipped it off with some layer of cum on his cock I bent over and licked his cock shaft from top to bottom to get the layer in my mouth as he moaned.

I then showed him the condom with his cum and raised it over my mouth as I slowly drained it into my mouth. The dense white cum threaded into my mouth. He looked at me with a mesmerizing gulp. I poured his salty love juices into my mouth.

I discarded the condom outside the window and turned to show him his cum in my mouth. I then proceeded to swallow it.  “Thanks for the dessert,” I said seductively. He was trying to snap out of the enigma of seeing a cumslut like me consume his cum.

He grabbed me by my waist to start sucking my breasts again. “What an amazing cumslut you are? Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.” I pushed him away and said, “It’s enough for now, as people are waiting for us outside.” I pushed him outside the car, telling him to check on Sunaina and Ilyas.

I tied up my blouse front and fixed my makeup. He got out while getting his pants up and his kurta fixed. While I got my makeup fixed, he walked ahead to look for them. I caught my breath and realized how hot the car cabin had become. The smell of sex and sweat was apparent.

I still was not satisfied, but I was not taking a chance of getting caught in the car. I’d rather go to a hotel room with them than get arrested. I fixed my ghagra. I stepped out of the car with my heels in my hand as I tried to put them on. I looked to the right.

I saw Sunaina walking towards me, smiling and saying, “Hotel tak nahi ruk payi tu? Idhar hi lund lena tha tereko?” (Couldn’t you wait to reach the Hotel? You wanted a cock here only?) She handed me a bottle of water.

I straightened up and drank it to wash down the taste of cum and said, “Kya karu garmi bohut hai.” (What to do as I’m in heat). I winked at her the same way she had at the Hotel.

Prakash and Ilyas started walking towards the car. Ilyas looked at me, “I hope there’s no more planned session while I start driving again.” I winked at him, saying, “I can’t promise anything. But I do know you enjoyed the show.”

He told Prakash to sit in the front seat while sending Sunaina to the back to avoid any other shenanigans. As he started the car, both I and Sunaina were trying to get some of the stuff at the back arranged to find my white lace thong.

She giggled. I whispered in her ear to take her off also as we drove towards the Hotel. She obliged as I took it and put one each of our panties through the leg holes onto the gear shift module. Both Ilyas and Prakash were taken aback. Prakash took both and smelt them, saying, “Sweet fragrances of pussy.”

The car made its way to the Hotel. Prakash was put up there. It was apparent it was going to be a long night of adventures, beauty, passion and laughter (Hasya).

This story is the sequel to the series ‘Ashok fucks Mom again.’

After Dad and Ashok departed to Qatar, Mom started her job at Rajesh’s House as an assistant. She didn’t have much to do than arrange his files and meetings. Also, Rajesh seemed to be a decent man.

They had a spare room for me where I could watch movies and play video games on the large monitor. The monitor was also linked to the CCTV camera of the office where Rajesh and his Mom used to sit.

Out of curiosity, I used to peek into the screens when Mom and Rajesh were alone. I could see Rajesh making futile attempts to get close to Mom, but she wouldn’t budge. Rajesh was not as cunning as Ashok, and hence, he gave up after some time.

On Ashok’s advice, Rajesh asked me to ask when Mom can be coerced into lovemaking. I told him she was very orthodox and gullible. I shared an incident. Ashok had told her not to wear a bra as it’s bad for women after their thirties. He would suck her tits when he would come home in his office breaks.

The next day, I saw that the office furniture was moved to a different room. A small temple with an idol I could barely recognize. Rajesh’s Mom came hugging my Mom, saying, “You have brought good luck. Rajesh has good clients now, and his success is all because of you joining.”

She said that they believe in a tantrik pooja. The Guru has asked that the woman who is responsible for Rajesh’s success should do a special ritual for ten days.

“You need to do this pooja without clothes in the early morning and evening. You will need to do that alone or with your husband or the man in your life you love. If you two can spend a night in the pooja room for a night, it will bring good luck for both of you. But as Sreedhar is in Qatar, I can understand. I have asked Rajesh if he can join you. Only if you are comfortable.”

Mom was elated about how they appreciated her for bringing good luck. She seemed happy but also confused. I could understand what was conspired. But I was also sure it was difficult to execute as Rajesh and Mom are still not close.

Mom was helping Rajesh’s Mom, Nattiamma, to put brass lamps, lights and white sheets to cover the office walls and corners around the temple. Nattiamma was also trying to persuade Mom to allow Rajesh in the room during the pooja. I saw Nattiamma leave the room, and Rajesh entered.

I knew Rajesh was plotting something. Mom was trying to put decor in the corner of the room where a bed was placed. I left the room to check if I could peek into the CCTV camera screens. To my surprise, there were two cameras set in the room, one near the temple and one near the bed.

Rajesh hugged Mom from behind and tried to plant kisses on her neck. She seemed not comfortable. But something that Nattiamma said had convinced Mom. Rajesh pulled her pallu off her bosom and started removing the buttons of her blouse. She was not wearing a bra as usual.

Rajesh pinned her to the bed and uncased her sweaty tits. Her nipples were not firm yet. They would be when Ashok used to make out with her. But she allowed Rajesh to access each of them. He relished chafing the brown skin of her nipple in his mouth.

Rajesh proceeded towards her lips to kiss. To my shock, I could see a car approaching the other CCTV screen. When I looked at the number plate, it was Ashok. Mom had moved her face away initially when Rajesh was trying to kiss her but gave away after his frequent attempts.

My heart was racing as Ashok was almost at the door. Mom was alerted as Ashok opened the door. Rajesh didn’t notice a third person’s presence. But lost grip of her lips as she started to put her blouse on.

“Rajesh!” Ashok called out his name so he could notice his presence. Somehow, Ashok felt threatened and wanted to show this prowess and control over Mom. He kept his luggage aside and started removing his blazer. He hurriedly dropped his pants and underwear and proceeded towards Rajesh and Mom.

Rajesh was a bit petrified to see Ashok heading half naked. Mom could barely wake up when Ashok pushed her back to the bed. He stood close to her face on the bed as she looked at him upward, to his hanging penis and balls. He was erect, and his balls had assumed the smallest size.

Without thinking a second, he started rubbing his dick head on her lips. She knew she was being punished for making love with Rajesh. I felt a bit degrading of her as she started licking his pee hole and then sucking his shaft. His buttock muscles compressed as he started to gag her with his huge, monstrous gun.

I couldn’t see if he really ejaculated. But he settled down to kiss her lips to calm her down as he could see her crying out of shock. Rajesh was too embarrassed by what he witnessed. He left the room and closed the door behind him. I was not shocked.

Ashok always loved to take control of Mom in another man’s presence. He just couldn’t do that with Dad but have fucked Mom secretly when Dad was home. After a while, Ashok kissed her mouth, making love and chit-chatting. He stood up as Mom lay flat with her eyes closed, her head on the pillow.

He rose and turned around to the other side, his ass facing her face and legs spread wide over her chest. His butt crack settled on her nose, and his balls on her mouth. Mom slowly started to let his hot sack sink into her partly open lips. Ashok swivelled and ground his ass cheeks on her nose and mouth.

He adjusted his anus and shaft in intervals to feed her both equally. Her face was engulfed in his pubic hair. He was obediently using her tongue to wipe his butt and balls clean. I knew she was going to feed his piss. It is something I had seen them doing in the bathroom.

But this time, he went right in her mouth. He started with a huge jet that overflowed from her jaw. He controlled his flow as she gulped down the hot liquid down her throat. I could see them proceed to wash each other in the bathroom. As they exited, I could see Mom in Ashok’s arms butt naked.

He might have returned the favours in the bathroom, and I was curious how. I swapped the CCTV screen channel before Mom entered the room. “Saajan, I am going to do the pooja in the morning. So we will not be going home today.” Curiosity has crowded my mind about what is going to happen tomorrow.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I could hear Ashok and Rajesh chatting. They were having drinks and laughing.

“You had three months, and all you could do was kiss? You are even worse than Shreedhar,” I heard Ashok breaking into laughter. He said this to Rajesh. “You just watch me tomorrow. Who all are coming for morning pooja?” asked Ashok.

“Morning will be just me, Saajan and my mother,” Rajesh replied

“Is your Mom aware of the plan?”Ashok, lighting up the cigarette, looked at Rajesh. “Yeah. She believed what Pandit said. He said, “Revathi needs to sleep with the man she loves after pooja, and it will bring good luck.” Rajesh was a bit shocked.

“Sounds like a plan. Need to see the expiry of my condoms? It has been a while, haha!” Ashok winked. Rajesh’s face had dropped by then. Someone else was executing his master plan.

The next morning, at 6 a.m., I saw Ashok and Rajesh wearing white dhotis and Rajesh’s mother wearing a saree. Mom was in the pooja room. The door was closed, and I could see the room was lit up with lamps. As I was forced to attend the pooja, I could barely see what was happening.

The pooja song played, and I could see Mom humming inside the office room. This continued for 30 minutes. Rajesh’s Mom moved forward and knocked on the door.

“Revathi, just keep the door open. Only I will come inside to help you wear the saree,” she said from outside.

“Nattiamma, you need good luck for Rajesh? Let me go in.” Ashok stopped her from entering. Rajesh’s Mom was a bit perplexed. But before she could say anything, Ashok pushed the door open.

We could see a beautiful black idol and two big lamps. Mom was fully naked, with just golden ornaments on her ears, hands and waist, and held a pooja thali in her hand. Ashok bowed down to the cult god and then to Mom. She was shocked because she didn’t expect him to come inside in everyone’s presence.

She tried to cover her boobs with a pooja cloth as she kept the thali aside and hid her pussy with her left palm. Ashok took a ladoo from the prasad bowl and offered her to eat. She coyly took and bite, and Ashok interjected her mouth with a kiss.

His tongue darted inside her lips, along with the half-eaten ladoo. His huge mouth started swallowing her tender lips. He grabbed her voluptuous butt as he continued to kiss. He gave soft bites to her nose as he tilted his head to grip her lips again. They devoured the sweet laddu and each other at that moment.

I was right there, watching my Mom getting kissed, naked. The ritual seemed ominous, if not for me but for Rajesh, who wished he could get a chance.

What do you think will be Ashok’s next move?

Wait for the next episode. Write to me at [email protected].

Hi friends, main hu Ankush. Main aapke saamne hazir hu apni TMKOC kahani ka agla part leke. Umeed hai ki aap sab ne pichla part padha hoga. Agar nahi padha, to abhi jaake padhiye. Tabhi aapko ye wala part samajh mein aayega.

Pichle parts mein aap sab ne padha tha, ki kaise Daya aur Babita free ke passes pe club jati hai. Waha jaake nuksan karne par unko 1 lakh rupay dene padte hai. Fir woh paise ikatthe karne ke liye randiyan ban kar khule aam naachti hai. Unke paas kaafi paise ikatthe ho jate hai, aur fir club band ho jata hai. Ab aage-

Club band hone ke baad Babita bina panty ke, aur Daya bina bra ke wahi khadi rehti hai. Fir Balraj apne bete ke sath neeche aata hai. Babita aur Daya ke hath noto se bhare hote hai. Woh apne aadmiyon ko noto ki ginti karne ko kehta hai. Babita aur Daya apne saare note uske aadmiyon ko de dete hai.

Fir woh 2-minute mein saare note gin lete hai. Babita aur Daya khush ho rahi hoti hai, ki ab woh ghar jaa sakengi. Lekin saare note mila kar 75000 hote hai. Matlab 25000 abhi bhi kam hote hai. Fir Daya bolti hai-

Daya: Sir, ab to 25000 reh gaye hai. Woh aap baad mein le lena.

Balraj: Madam, deal is a deal. Aapko paise abhi dene padenge.

Babita: Lekin aapne club band kar diya hai. Ab hum paise kaise ikatthe kare?

Tabhi Balraj apna lund nikaalta hai, aur kehta hai: Baaki mard chale gaye to kya. Hum to hai.

Balraj ka lund 8-inch ka tha. Babita uska lund dekh kar hairan ho gayi, aur uske muh mein paani aa gaya.

Fir woh bola: Main ek baar chodne ke 10000 doonga. Tum dono mein se jo chaaho aa jao.

Babita Daya ki taraf dekhti hai, aur ishara karti hai, ki main jaungi. Daya waise hi khadi rehti hai. Fir Babita Balraj ke saamne jaake ghutno ke bal baith jati hai.

Woh Balraj ke lund ko hath mein leti hai, to uska lund lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht hota hai. Fir woh upar Balraj ko dekhti hai, aur smile pass karti hai. Balraj apna lund hath mein leke uske hontho par ragadne lagta hai.

Fir Babita muh kholti hai, aur Balraj apna lund uske muh mein de deta hai. Babita uska lund choosna shuru kar deti hai. Uska lund kaafi bada tha. Babita ke muh mein nahi aa raha tha. Isliye woh apne hath se upari part ko sehlati hai.

Baaki lund muh mein leke choos rahi hoti hai. Jaldi hi woh Balraj ke lund ko ek-dum chikna kar deti hai. Fir Balraj Babita ke sar pe hath rakh kar uske baal pakadta hai, aur kamar aage-peeche karke lund uske muh ke andar-baahar karne lagta hai.

Dheere-dheere woh speed badhata hai, aur zor-zor se uske muh ko chodne lagta hai. Woh Babita ke muh mein poora lund daalne lagta hai. Woh uske gale tak fass jata hai, aur Babita choke hone lagti hai.

Woh lund poora andar daalta hai, aur wahi ruk jata hai. Jab Babita ki saans poori ruk jati hai, tab woh lund baahar nikaalta hai. Isse Babita khaansi karne lagti hai, aur uske muh se thook behne lagti hai.

Kuch der aise hi karne ke baad woh apna lund uske muh se baahar nikaal leta hai, aur baalon se kheench kar usko khada karta hai. Fir woh usko waise hi baalon se pakad kar paas ki table par lita deta hai.

Ab Babita uske saamne sirf bra mein hoti hai. Woh uske upar aata hai, aur uske honth choosne lagta hai. Neeche uska lund Babita ki chut ke muh par takra raha hota hai.

Kuch der honth choosne ke baad woh neeche aata hai, aur uski bra faad kar uske boobs se alag kar deta hai. Ab Babita ke soft and sexy boobs Balraj ke saamne the. Boobs dekhte hi woh unhe hatho mein leta hai, aur masalna shuru kar deta hai.

Woh itni zor se uske boobs masalta hai, ki Babita siskariyan lene lagti hai. Fir woh uske nipples ko ek-ek karke choosna shuru karta hai. Woh zor-zor se uske nipples ko choos raha tha, aur beech-beech mein kaat raha hota hai.

Isse Babita ko bohut maza aur dard mil raha tha, aur uski chut geeli ho rahi thi. Balraj ke guards aur Daya ye sab dekh rahe hote hai. Uska beta Vicky club se jaa chuka tha.

Babita ki aisi haalat dekh kar Daya ki bhi panty geeli hone lagti hai. Kuch der Babita ke boobs choosne ke baad Balraj neeche uski chut par aata hai, aur apna muh uski chut par laga deta hai.

Babita ki clean-shaved chut bade swaad se woh chaatne lagta hai. Isse Babita pagal ho jati hai, aur kehti hai-

Babita: Ab bas bhi kijiye Balraj ji tang karna. Ab daal dijiye apna lund meri chut mein.

Balraj: 10000 diye hai, poore maze leke chodunga.

Ye bol kar woh wapas apna muh uski chut par laga deta hai. Woh chut ki deewaron ko khol kar jeebh andar daal leta hai, aur uske daane ko choosne lagta hai. Isse Babita kaabu se baahar hone lagti hai, aur table par apne hath peetne lagti hai.

Udhar Daya ki panty bhi geeli hui padi thi. Fir Balraj apne hath mein apna lund pakadta hai, aur Babita ki chut par ragadne lagta hai. Jaise hi woh Babita ki chut par lund upar se neeche ragadta hai.

Babita ki gaand uchal kar usko andar lene ki koshish karti hai. Isi tarah jab Babita lund ki bheekh maangne lagti hai, tab Balraj ek hi jhatke mein poora lund Babita ki geeli chut mein daal deta hai.

Lund andar chala to jata hai, chut geeli hone ki wajah se. Lekin itna bada lund andar jaane se, woh bhi ek hi baar mein, Babita ki aankhen baahar aa jati hai. Woh chillane lagti hai, lekin uske chillane ka Balraj par koi asar nahi hota.

Fir Balraj apna ek hath Babita ke muh par rakhta hai, aur taabad-tod dhakke dete hue uski chut faad kar poora lund andar ghusa deta hai. Babita ki aankhon se aansu nikalne lagte hai, aur taange kaampne lagti hai.

Par Balraj kisi race ke ghode ki tarah uski thukayi karta jata hai. Kuch der mein jab Babita ke chehre par maze ke bhaav aate hai, to Balraj uske muh se hath hata leta hai.

Ab woh apne honth Babita ke hontho se mila leta hai, aur neeche se chudai ki speed badha deta hai. Babita bhi gaand utha-utha kar uska sath de rahi thi. Chudai se chap-chap ki awaaze aani shuru ho jati hai.

Babita ki chut paani chhodh deti hai. Fir Balraj apna lund uski chut se nikaal leta hai, aur usko ghodi banne ke liye kehta hai. Udhar Daya poori garam hui hoti hai, aur guards ke lund bhi khade hote hai.

Balraj ke 2 guards hote hai, jinhone black uniform pehni hoti hai. Unke khade lund dekh kar Daya ke muh mein paani aa jata hai. Woh un dono ke paas jati hai, aur kehti hai-

Daya: Tum bhi maza karna chaahte ho?

Pehla guard kehta hai: Haa, hum dono maza karna chaahte hai.

Daya: 15000 lagenge. Main tum dono ko jannat dikha doongi.

Udhar Babita kutiya ban jati hai, aur Balraj uski chut ko tissue se ponchta hai. Fir woh peeche se uski chut mein lund daalta hai, aur chodne lagta hai. Woh uske chootad par thappad maarne lagta hai, aur laal kar deta hai.

Aadha ghanta aur chodne ke baad woh uski chut mein apna paani nikaal deta hai. Fir woh jeb se 10000 nikaalta hai, aur Babita ke upar fenk kar wapas apne cabin mein chala jata hai.

Iske aage kya hota hai, ye aapko agle part mein pata chalega. Doston agar kahani ka maza aa raha ho, to isko like aur comment zaroor kare.

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This series is a sequel to ‘Anita’s Family Incest Treasures.’ In this series, Deepa’s husband’s cousin Anita seduces Deepa’s brother Rohit and plans Deepa and Rohit’s fucking.

After women had completed feeding men, it was the turn of men to feed women. Women were seated, and men stood up and took plates and filled them with dishes.

Rohit remained seated and asked Sushma, “Aunty, can I feed you while seated?” He was scared to stand up. He had a massive hard-on, which was apparent in his tight shorts. All attempts to make it go down were futile. He tried to divert his mind by thinking about the boring lectures of college.

The sight of Sushma’s ripe melons made it ineffective. Sushma laughed, “You are so young? You can’t stand for a short time? See, I am your mom’s age, and I fed you, standing.”

Reluctantly, he stood up and took the plate. Sushma’s eyes were riveted on the bulge in his shorts. She acted as if she didn’t notice. Rohit’s torture continued. Sushma’s face was in front of his crotch, and her ample cleavage was visible from a good vantage point.

Even the mole on the right tit was clearly visible. His cock stretched to the maximum. Sushma commented to Deepa, “Deepa, your brother is no longer a small boy. It is time to get him married.” Everyone laughed.

Deepa also laughed and said, “No, aunty, even after he becomes a granddad, he will remain my kid brother.”

Finally, dinner was over. Dessert was Gulab jamun. They sat for a while, talked and bid good night. Atul waited for his mom to go upstairs and whispered in Rohit’s ear, “Keep it ready. Anita will join you as soon as my mom falls asleep.”
Rohit waited naked and with an erect cock, impatiently.

After five minutes, Anita came in. Rohit jumped like a hungry lion, ripped off her clothes and said, “I am too horny, can’t wait for licking, sucking, I want to fuck.”

Anita pushed him onto the bed and said, “I am ten times hornier than you. My pussy is pouring juices and crying for your cock.” He impaled her pussy on his cock and started riding fast.

Rohit started mauling her tits and asked, “You bolted the door?”

Anita replied, “It has a self-lock. No one can open it from outside.”

Next second, Deepa came in with two glasses of fruit juice. She had the bedroom key. Rohit shouted and tried to throw Anita away. But she pushed him down and started jumping even faster.

Rohit moaned and covered his face with his hands. This time, his cock didn’t become soft but became harder.

Deepa asked, “How is my brother?”

Anita said, without stopping, “Can’t you see? He is amazing, all the time ready and horny.”

Deepa said, “I brought fruit juice, drink it,” and gave a glass to Anita. Anita thanked her, sat on Rohit with his cock fully inside and drank and gave her the glass and resumed riding. Deepa bent, ruffled Rohit’s hair, kissed his brow and told him,” Enjoy, dear. Drink juice after the session,” and left.

Rohit pushed Anita away and bent her. He started fucking her in doggy and slapping her buttocks hard, saying, “Akka, I am angry. Why did you continue fucking? What will Deepa think about me?”

Anita said, her voice breaking, “I protected you. She didn’t see your cock.”

At that moment, the door opened again, and Atul entered. Rohit stopped in midway, he was slapping Anita’s buttocks and fucking hard. Her right buttock was pink.

Rohit gasped, removed his cock and covered cock with Anita’s nighty. He stood behind Anita, who was rubbing her buttocks. Rohit’s cock went down instantly like a bulb switched off. He was scared of Atul’s reaction.

Atul laughed, hugged and kissed Anita and said, “Darling, I am so happy you are enjoying.”

Rohit was shocked and said, ” Are you not angry? I was slapping Akka?” Atul kissed Anita and fondled her tits, “Sometimes she wants rough fucking. I cannot hurt her. I love her so much. You are giving her what she wants and enjoys.”

Anita also laughed and said,” Love you, Darling. Why did you barge in?”
Atul gave chocolate bars and said,” I know how hungry you are after each fuck,” she opened the wrapper and put it in her mouth. She took a bite, and he asked her to feed chocolate to Rohit from her mouth.

Anita turned, hugged Rohit and pushed chocolate into his mouth. Atul bent, kissed Anita’s buttocks and left, saying,” Good night, enjoy, keep the door unlocked. We can come and see if you need anything.”

Rohit fucked Anta two times and went to sleep, sucking her tit. He woke up groggily when Deepa was slapping him. Suddenly, he remembered where he was and was relieved to see Anita cover him with a bed sheet before leaving.

Still, Deepa could see the tent in his bed sheet. She told him to get ready and come for breakfast. All were waiting for him. They all received him well. Breakfast was a repeat of the dinner tradition. Sushma fed him, but this time. Rohit put on his normal dress, a long, loose T-shirt and loose shorts.

After breakfast, they went shopping, did window shopping in malls, had lunch in a restaurant and returned. Sushma went upstairs to rest, and Anita and Rohit resumed fucking as if they didn’t stop.

When Rohit was licking Anita, Deepa entered with a honey bottle and poured honey on her pussy mound. She Rohit to move away and poured a little honey in her pussy also, as Anita spread open her pussy with her fingers.

Deepa smiled and said, “Now enjoy,” and left. Rohit lapped up the honey, and later, when he was fucking her, Atul came in. He told Rohit not to stop or slow down as he sat next to his wife. I wiped the sweat from her brow, kissed her and sucked her tit for a few minutes.

He said, “I love you, Darling. Enjoy and be happy.”

Anita also smiled, hugged him back and said, “I love you so much, Darling. You are the best hubby in the world.”

Rohit also thought the same as he pounded Anita. Atul left, and after the session, Anita also left, saying it was tea time for her mother-in-law, Sushma. Rohit pinged Raj and told him everything.

Raj: My god. Your sister and Bava are so open-minded. I think your bava wants you to fuck your sister, Deepa.

Rohit: What nonsense. She is my sister. How can we fuck?

Raj: Why not? Maybe she also read Sujata, Ankita, and Anita’s stories.

Rohit: What rubbish? Deepa’s marriage will be ruined.

Raj: Not necessarily. Anita’s hubby loves to see his wife enjoying it.

Rohit: But not with her brother.

Raj: You love Anita a lot. Will you do something to make her happy?

Rohit: Anything.

Raj: Did it occur to you that Anita doesn’t fuck for five days a week? She is very passionate and horny and loves fucking.

Rohit: What are you hinting?

Raj: Make it happen, Anita, Rahul fucking.

Rohit: Are you mad? Why will I ruin my sister’s marriage?

Raj: Why will it be ruined if all four are okay with it? You talk to all and see.

Rohit: They will kill me.

Raj: I don’t think so. Anita, Deepa love you a lot. Atul wants his wife to be happy. Rahul would love to fuck a hot woman like Anita. He is scared of Deepa.

Rohit: Hmm, I will try. If it backfires, I will blame you.

Raj: Sure.

After tea and snacks, Rohit found Atul alone watching TV. He sat beside him and asked,” May I say something?” Atul smiled and said sure.

Rohit asked, “Do you read Raj’s stories?”

Atul said, “Yes. I am a big fan. Why?”

Rohit said, “Anita Akka is fun-loving. She stays without fucking for so many days. How will it be if she has fun with Rahul?”

Atul said, “I also sometimes thought about it. But what will your sister feel? If she is okay with it, why not?”

Rohit found Deepa alone in the kitchen. Both were feeling shy and avoiding each other after Deepa saw them fucking.

Rohit asked, “Akka, can you be broad-minded and liberal like Atul?”

Deepa asked, “What do you mean?”

Rohit said, “Atul loves to see his wife enjoying life and having fun. Can you be like him? Feel happy if Rahul enjoys?”

Deepa said firmly, “No. I will not forgive him if he has fun with other women.”

Rohit said, “Not with any other woman. Anita akka.”

Deepa said thoughtfully,” Hmm. If Anita Akka and Rahul want it, it may not be a bad idea. She wants so much fun, but she is unable to get it. She has to wait for you until the weekend.”

Rohit found Anita in the garden. Anita said that she loved Rahul like a brother but confessed she was aroused when she hugged him and felt his hard-on. She also had some reservations that it may ruin his marriage. When Rohit told her that Deepa was okay with it, she hugged and thanked Rohit.

Rahul was the easiest to talk to. He told Rohit that he was always horny and wanted to fuck Anita but was scared of her and Deepa. He admitted that sometimes he had fantasies about Anita when fucking Deepa.

In the evening, Atul and Sushma left for their town to attend to business. All were feeling shy and not seeing each other in the eyes.

Rahul said, “I think we can change into comfortable clothes.”

Anita put on a strapless short gown, which was well above her knees. Deepa’s dress was a tight T-shirt and a short skirt. When all were seated in the hall, Rahul was sipping whisky and was watching cricket.

Deepa said, “Shall we play a game?”

Rahul said, “Sure. What is it?”

Deepa said, “I will roll a bottle. When it stops and points to one person, he or she has to do what others instruct.”

All said yes and were enthusiastic. Initially, it was all regular tasks, like singing a song or telling a joke. Rahul downed two pegs, and the women had wine. Things became naughtier.

Rahul asked Anita to dance to an item number. Anita’s dance was very erotic. Anita asked Deepa to hug and kiss men. Deepa hugged her hubby tight and kissed passionately but lightly hugged Rohit and gave a peck on his cheek.
Anita said, “It is cheating. You didn’t kiss Rohit on the lips.”

Deepa blushed and said, “Come on, he is my brother. Will you kiss Rahul like that? I will give you the task when your turn comes.”

Next was Anita’s turn. Deepa gave her the same task.

Anita asked Deepa, “Are you sure? Don’t blame me later.”

Deepa said, “Go ahead. You will know how difficult it is.”

Anita first kissed Rohit and approached Rahul, and hesitated. Rahul and Anita acted as if they were uncomfortable. Rohit clapped and said,” Akka, go ahead. You can do it.”

As Anita hugged and kissed Rahul, Rahul hugged her back. They started kissing passionately, Anita started moaning, and Rahul’s hand landed on Anita’s boob. He started squeezing.

After a few minutes, Anita pushed Rahul away and acted embarrassed to look at Deepa and Rohit. Both were stunned and excited.

The next turn was Rahul’s. He wanted close dance to slow music. Rahul and Anita started slowly, and within seconds, both were kissing wildly. Rahul was mauling Anita’s tits.

Deepa and Rohit were dancing and stopped and watched, fascinated. When the song ended, Anita and Rahul were panting, faces flushed.

Rahul asked Deepa,” Darling, I can’t control. If Anita Akka is okay, I will take her to the bedroom.” Deepa nodded. She could not speak.

Anita said,” I am okay, only if Deepa and Rahul also do it. I will feel guilty otherwise.”

Rohit protested, “Come on, you are cousins. We are brother and sister.”

Anita said,” Then, sorry, Rahul. No.”

Rahul looked pleadingly at Deepa. Deepa said, “Okay, we will do it. You go to your bedroom.”

Rohit was shocked beyond words and was in a trance as he watched Rahul and Anita go to a bedroom. Deepa and Rohit went to another bedroom. Now, Rohit was fired up. Deepa was also quite excited.

Rohit removed Deepa’s T-shirt and pulled down her skirt. He removed his shirt and shorts. He was about to pull down his underwear when Deepa said, “Wait, I am not ready.”

Rohit asked, surprised, “What? You said we will do it?”

Deepa hugged her brother and kissed him on the cheek, and said, “If I didn’t say that, Anita Akka was not going to allow my hubby to fuck her. Let us tell a lie to them that we fucked.”

Rohit felt guilty, he was so excited to fuck her.

He said, “Okay, Akka, but they will doubt if we sleep separately.”

Deepa said, “Hmm. You are right. Let us sleep in our underclothing. You can hug and sleep.”

When they hugged and slept, Rohit could not control himself. He had a massive hard-on which was poking Deepa. Deepa was also very wet, but she controlled. She kissed him on the cheek, said good night, and they slept.

Anita and Rahul fucked as they always did, and before going to sleep. Rahul asked Anita, “Do you think they fucked?” Anita shook her head, “No. Deepa will not allow it. But they have taken the first step.”

When they woke up, Anita said, “Let us quietly go and see what they are doing.” Anita and Rahul went quietly, opened the door and went in. Deepa and Rohitl were fast asleep. They were in their underclothing.

Rohit hugged Deepa from behind, cupping Deepa’s tit in one hand, and his cock was between her buttocks. As they watched, Rohit kissed Deepa’s neck and murmured, “Anita Akka, I love you so much.”

Deepa purred in sleep and said groggily, “Darling, I love you too.”

Anita smiled. They were so deep in sleep that they assumed they were with their lovers. She silently lowered Rohit’s underwear, pulled his cock out and pulled Deepa’s panty down and arranged Rohit’s cock between Deepa’s buttocks. Very gently.

Anita dislodged Deepa’s bra also and placed Rohit’s hand on Deepa’s tit.
Anita came back on tip-toe and whispered to Rahul. “Start recording.”

It was quite erotic. Rohit started squeezing Deepa’s tit and was rubbing cock in her buttock’s valley. Deepa turned and faced him and hugged, saying sleepily, “Rahul, let me sleep.” Deepa lifted her left leg and placed it on his hip, opening up her pussy to allow Rohit’s cock to enter.

Suddenly, they both woke up. It took them a few seconds to realize where they were. Deepa screamed and got up, quickly grabbed her dress and ran out.
She didn’t see Anita and Rahul, who hid behind a curtain.

Rohit clutched his head in both hands and groaned,” My God, what have I done?” When he went to the bathroom, Anita and Rahul went out and found Deepa in the kitchen.

Deepa smiled and said,” Good morning. Did you enjoy it?”

Rahul hugged and asked, “Good morning darling, you know we always enjoy. Did you enjoy it?”

Deepa lied, “Yes, it was fantastic.”

Anita whistled excitedly. “Wonderful, I will ask Rohit for details,” and left.
Rohit also told her the same. Rohit had time for a fast fuck before he left for his hostel. Rohit was busy for two days with project work. On the third day, he pinged Raj.

Rohit: Raj, some good news and some not-so-good news.

Raj: Okay, great. Tell me.

Rohit narrated all the events.

Raj: My God, why Deepa didn’t allow you to fuck?

Rohit: I don’t know. But, keep it a secret. Don’t tell Anita Akka we didn’t fuck. They are thinking we fucked.

Raj: It is strange. I will talk to Deepa.

Raj pinged Anita and asked her to let Deepa chat with him.

Deepa: Hi, Raj.

Raj: Hi, I won’t tell Anita. But why didn’t you fuck Rohit? Were you not excited when you slept naked with him in bed?

Deepa: Of course, I was super excited.

Raj: Then, why you didn’t fuck? Anita, Rahul, Atul, and Sushma planned so well.

Deepa: Hmm, I am concerned about his studies. He is in his final year.

Raj: This frustration will affect him.

Deepa: I will feel guilty if his grades go down.

Raj: Then put a condition to Rohit, he can fuck only if he promises his grades will improve.

Deepa: How can I tell him?

Raj: Okay, I will tell him. But are you sure? Don’t fuck unless you want to. Anita and Rahul won’t force you.

Deepa: After that day, when he was about to enter me before we woke up, I imagined Rahul was fucking me. I want him.

Raj: Good.

Rohit was over the moon when Raj told him the news. He assured Raj that his grades would shoot up like rockets. Next three days, he worked quite hard on the project and other subjects. He did not ping or call Anita or Deepa.

On Saturday, when he was on the train, he called Anita.

Anita asked anxiously, “Are you okay? Raj told us not to call or ping you.”

Rohit laughed and said, “Yes, I have to fulfil a promise. I will tell you when I reach.”

Anita said, “Then, tell that to your sister. We are going to Atul’s town. Enjoy,” and cut the call. When Rohit pressed the buzzer, there was no response. He pressed again; his phone rang. It was Deepa.

She asked, “Are you alone? No one is behind you?”

Rohit said, puzzled, “No. Why?”

Deepa said, “Come in quickly and close the door.”

Rohit entered, expecting his sister to give him a hug and kiss. No one was there. When he closed the door, Deepa was standing behind the door. Rohit’s jaw dropped. Deepa wore a very sexy dress.

A transparent light blue short nightgown, just covering the pussy. A spaghetti strap push-up bra, just covering nipples and showing her splendid boobs and cleavage. A postage stamp covering type bikini, covering her pussy crack. It drove Rohit crazy.

She smiled and said nervously, “Did you like it? It was Anita’s idea.”

Rohit said. “Yes, I love it.” He hugged her tight and kissed him, she also responded. They went to the bedroom without breaking a hug or kiss. Rohit pushed Deepa on the bed and tore her dress, ignoring her protests.

He quickly undressed and said,” Akka, I can’t wait. Waited too long.” He spread her legs and pushed his steaming hot cock into her very wet and inviting pussy.

Deepa moaned deeply as Rohit’s cock entered full. He started fucking hard and fast.

Deepa orgasmed two times before Rohit pumped hot lava in her pussy. Once the bridge was crossed, both smiled and kissed. That was the beginning. They fucked many times in all positions, in all places, until Sunday afternoon.

When Anita and Rahul returned, they were happy to see them fucking.

Rahul asked, “How did you manage?”

Anita smiled and said, “Secret. I did not give them time to think and have second thoughts. Her dress did the job.”

Later when Rohit fucked Anita and when they were relaxing, Anita asked Rohit, “What made you overcome fear?”

Rohit hesitated, “You will dislike me if I tell you.”

Anita said, “I won’t. I promise. You can tell me.”

Rohit said, “A few years back, my mom thought I was fast asleep and changed her dress. She tried her best to cover. She held pallu in her teeth and changed bra and blouse. But I saw her boobs and nipples. I have been masturbating imagining her until you entered my life.”

Anita asked, puzzled, “What has that to do with your overcoming fear of Deepa?”

Rohit hid his face in her boobs and said in a small voice, “Didn’t you notice, Deepa looks like my mom? When I saw Deepa in that dress, her boobs and shapes reminded me of my mom, and I lost control.”

Anita smiled, “Hmm, this is interesting. It opens up other avenues.”

To be continued.