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Hello my dear friends and readers, aaj main ek real story likhne jaa raha hu, jo mere sath hui hai, abhi recently mein hui hai. To baat aisi hai ki main padhayi mein pehle shuru se kamzor tha.

Par fir maine apne subjects ko strong kiya, aur padhayi mein number one ban gaya. Meri mummy ne bhi isme meri bahut madad ki. To wo meri nazar mein bahut achi thi. Par ek vakye ke baad sab badal gaya.

Meri mummy ki umar kareeb 40 saal rahi hogi, aur mere dost ki umar kareeb 21 saal. Meri mummy kaa figure 38-36-40 hai. To aap soch sakte hai ek gadrayi aurat kaisi lagti hai is umar mein. Aur meri maa hamesha kurti, leggings, aur belly pehanti hai, ya kabhi-kabhi jeans top.

Ye baat hai 2023 ki. Main ek achi naukri apne shehar mein hi kar raha tha, aur mere pita ji bhi banker the. To Delhi mein wo ek achi naukri kar rahe the. Haridwar mein sirf main aur meri maa rehte the. Apna mann behlane ke liye maa gym, club, kitty parties mein chali jati thi society mein.

Mera ek bachpan kaa dost tha Ashish, jo hamesha se mere sath rehta tha, khaata-peeta, uthta-baithta. Bas usko ek gandi aadat thi, auraton ke sath sex karne ki. Usko pata nahi auraton se aisa kya pyar tha. Wo call girl ke naam pe bhi kisi aurat ko bula ke chodta tha.

To ek din hua ye ki meri naukri Mumbai mein lag gayi, jisse mere mummy-papa bhi bahut khush the. Mummy kuch zyada hi khush thi. Mujhe bhi laga ki shayad mummy ko mujhpe garv tha, par baat kuch aur thi, jo aapko ab pata chalegi aage.

To aa gaya tha ab mera din jaane ka. Par jaane se ek din pehle meri company se mujhe call aaya ki aapki joining 3 din aage shift kar di gayi hai, jis wajah se aapki flight teen din baad ki hai. To mujhe laga ki main ghar pe bina bataye nikal jata hu apni flight book karke, aur teen din Mumbai ghoom loonga. to maine flight book ki, aur mujhe mummy aur mera bestfriend Ashish airport chhodhne gaye. Kyunki mummy ko car chalani nahi aati thi.

Uske baad maine un dono ko bye kaha, aur main nikal gaya andar boarding karwane. Fir jab main andar pahuncha to pata chala ki flight weather issues ki wajah se ek din delay ho gayi thi. And jo cancel karwana chaahta tha, wo refund le sakta tha. To maine socha ghar hi chalte hai refund leke aur teen din baad company ki flight se hi nikalenge fir.

Maine Ashish aur mummy dono ko call kiya, par no network ki wajah se shayad unka number nahi laga. Fir maine ek cab ki, aur apne ghar ke liye nikal pada wapas. Apne ghar pahuchne mein mujhe 30 minutes lage, aur main pahunch gaya. Waha dekha ghar mein koi bhi nahi tha, aur naa hi hamari car thi.

Maine dono ko phone bhi kiya, par kisi ne pick nahi kiya. Pehle mujhe chinta hui, par fir maine wait karne ka socha, aur duplicate key se peeche ka darwaza open karke ghar mein gaya. Ghar mein jaake main apne room mein 1 ghanta let gaya, kyunki bahut thak chuka tha. Meri lete-lete kab aankh lag gayi, mujhe pata bhi nahi chala.

Kareeb 1.5 ghante baad main apne room se nikla paani peene ke liye, to dekha mummy ki heels saamne darwaze ke paas padi thi. To mujhe laga ki shayad mummy aa gayi thi, aur apne kamre mein thi. Maine socha ki unko neeche jaake bata deta hu, ki main duplicate keys se andar aa gaya tha, aur kya hua tha. To main stairs se neeche jaane laga.

Fir neeche jaake main jaise hi mummy ke room ke paas pahuncha, to maine jo dekha usko dekh ke mere pairon ke neeche se zameen khisak gayi. Meri mummy ka kamra poora flowers se saja hua tha, and saamne alphabet balloons se likha hua tha “Suhagraat”. And I was shocked to see ki ye kisne kiya hua tha, aur ye kya ho raha tha, ya kya hone wala tha.

Hamara ghar bahut bada hai, Kyunki papa sarkari naukri mein hai. Kisi ko ye nahi pata chala ki main neeche aa gaya tha. Fir jab maine ye sab dekha to main bahut pareshan ho gaya. Maine doosre kamre mein jhaank ke dekha jo band tha. To usme meri mummy poori nude thi bed pe, and koi do ladies Urban Clap se aake meri mummy ko ready kar rahi thi.

Mujhe laga meri mummy kiske liye ready ho rahi thi, aur room bhi band tha. Aur mummy ka room aise kyun saja hua tha. To main upar chala gaya, aur apne room mein jaake sochne laga ki ye sab kya tha. Pehle mujhe laga papa aa rahe the, par papa se baat karne ke baad pata chala wo to baahar the, aur wo nahi aa rahe the. Uske baad yahi soch-soch ke mera dimaag pareshan ho gaya, aur main intezaar karne laga.

Fir neeche se kuch awaaz hui aur maine window se dekha to maa poori dulhan ki tarah taiyaar hui thi. Wo hall mein khadi thi. Maa Laal Lehange mein, Maang mein teeka, Mangalsutra, Necklace, Bangles, Payal, Jhumke, Nath, bichhiya pehan ke khadi thi. Fir urban clap walo ko maa ne 21000 rupay diye. Fir wo happy wedding bol ke nikal gaye.

Maa ne un dono ladies ko thank you bola, aur gate close karke apne room mein chali gayi. Fir unhone gate close kar liya. Maine ye sab dekh ke neeche jaane ki sochi aur dekhna chaaha ki maa kyun aise taiyaar hui thi. Uske baad main neeche gaya aur room ki taraf badha, aur room ki taraf jab main badha, to maine khidki se jo dekha wo main aaj tak believe nahi kar paata. Mera dost Ashish meri maa ke bagal mein baith ke beer peete hue maa ke gale mein hath daal ke baitha tha.

It was so shameful to see my mom and friend at that time. Because I didn’t expect this ever. Par main ye sab khidki se dekh ke kuch samajh nahi paa raha tha. Hamare bagal waale kamre se ek chhota roshandaan mummy ke kamre mein nikalta hai. Main bagal waale kamre mein gaya, aur dheere se ek table leke gaya, aur uske upar khada hoke sab sunne aur dekhne laga.

Ashish: Have some beer na?

Vinni: Nahi, mujhe nahi peeni naam

Ashish: Thodi si come on.

Vinni: Nahi-nahi.

Ashish: Oh come on, Vinni ( Aur can meri mummy ke muh mein laga diya). Shayad maa ko bhi zabardasti peeni padi.

Ashish: Urban Clap waale gaye?

Vinni: Hanji gaye.

Ashish: Paise de diye unko?

Vinni: Haa jo aapne diye the de diye.

Ashish: Good girl, chal mujhe khush karne ke liye naach saamne.

Vinni: Is lehange mein?

Ashish: Nakhre mat kar, naach chal.

Vinni: Theek hai.

Aur maa saamne uth kar laila main laila pe naachne lagi dheere-dheere.

Ashish: Waah meri dhanno, chal aaja idhar ab.

Vinni: Hanji.

Aur wo bed pe aa gayi ab.

Ashish: Acha chal sun ab.

Vinni: Ji kahiye.

Ashish: Main bura insan nahi hu. Dekh tujhe abhi kitni saari jewellery gift ki, lehanga dilaya, heels dilayi. Bura hu main bata mujhe?

Vinni: Nahi, aisa nahi hai.

Ashish: Darr mat, bata mujhe (Meri maa ka hath pakadte hue).

Vinni (Maa darte hue): Aap bas maarte ho, aur baat na maano to  bura maan jaate ho.

Ashish: Acha chal ab nahi maarunga, na hi bura maanunga. Khush?

Vinni: Hanji.

Ashish: Dekh agar main tujhe pehle naa samjhata, to kya tujhe itni azaadi milti?

Vinni: Nahi, wo baat nahi hai. Bas wo kabhi akele baahar gaya nahi hai.

Ashish: Acha ruk, main teri baat karwata hu usse.

Itne mein Ashish ka phone aaya mere number pe. Par unko nahi pata chala, kyunki mera phone silent pe tha. To maine table se neeche utar ke phone uthaya, aur dheere-dheere baat ki window se dekhte hue.

Ashish: Haa bhai, pahunch gaya?

Main: Haa bhai, Abhi flight land ki.

Ashish: Chal badhiya, mummy se baat kar le apni baat, pareshan ho rahi

hai.

Main: Mummy ko ghar nahi chhodha toone?

Ashish: Nahi, unko mandir jana tha tere liye, to pehle ye koi door gaon ke mandir mein aaye hai. Fir jayenge.

Vinni: Hello Beta, pahunch gaya naa tu theek se?

Main: Haa mummy, main pahunch gaya. Aap pareshan naa ho.

Itne mein halki si aahhh ki awaaz aayi to maine window se dekha to Ashish maa ko baat karte time pareshan kar raha tha, aur boobs pe daant kaat raha tha blouse se. Fir wo zip khol kar maa ka hath apni jeans mein dalwa raha tha.

Itne mein maa ne kaha: Beta main tujhe baad mein karti hu. Pandit ji aarti de rahe hai hath mein.

Aur unhone phone kaat diya. Itne mein Ashish hasta hai, aur kehta hai-

Ashish: Haa bol deti naa bete se kon se pandit ji hai, aur kon si aarti de rahe hai hath mein jaanu.

Aur maa ko apne paas kheench leta hai, aur apni godi mein usko bachho ki tarah sula ke sehlane lagta hai, aur kiss karne lagta hai.

Aage ki story jaanne ke liye bane rahiye agle part 2 aane tak isi tarah mere sath. Baaki agar aapko story achi lagi ho, to [email protected] pe apne reviews zaroor bhejiyega.

Part 3 narrates the first struggles encountered upon returning home.

I paid the taxi driver and helped Bhabhi out of the taxi. Then I led bhabhi to the sofa and took off her shoes and socks. After that, I went to the kitchen to get some water and food for bhabhi. The hospital food was terrible, so she did not have much to eat all day. I had stocked up on bhabhi’s favorite food, butter chicken and garlic naan knowing she would be hungry upon returning home.

I came back to the living room and fed bhabhi with my own hands. She ate it all up, but she was still hungry. So I got her some more. She couldn’t get enough. I was amazed at how much bhabhi could eat. I guess, the fact that she was a new mother and lactating meant that her calorie intake had increased significantly as well.

Later, I put the dishes away and came back to sit with her on the sofa. We made idle talk, about stocking up on groceries. She asked me all that the doctor discussed with me. Things seemed like they were almost normal again until I saw that bhabhi started to look very pale. She was squirming in her seat. She had a look of anguish and discomfort on her face and sweat beads had started to form on her forehead.

Me: bhabhi, is everything ok? You don’t look well.

Bhabhi: I am ok Sonu. it’s nothing.

I let it go but after about 15 minutes, her facial anguish and discomfort became even more pronounced, and she was sweating profusely.

It dawned on me that bhabhi was still in her jacket and that must be what is making her so uncomfortable and sweaty.

Me: Bhabhi, let me help you out of your jacket. You will feel better.

Bhabhi: No Sonu, leave it be. I am fine. It’s nothing.

Me: It’s obvious you’re not fine, bhabhi. You are sweating a lot and your facial expression clearly shows you’re in discomfort. Please listen to me and let me help you take off the jacket. You’ll feel better.

Bhabhi realized she couldn’t keep saying no and had to take the jacket off at some point so reluctantly she nodded, giving her approval. Then she stood up and I walked behind and carefully slid the jacket off her arms.

When I turned around to face bhabhi, my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me. Bhabhi’s hospital provided a light blue cotton shirt with two huge wet spots. The shirt was completely soaked with milk around the area where her nipples were poking through the shirt! Her tits were leaking profusely, so much so that most of the milk was seeping through her bra and onto her blue shirt.

That was when I realized why the nurse insisted that bhabhi wear a jacket even in this hot humid climate. It was to save bhabhi from the embarrassment in front of all of us.

Bhabhi looked down at her shirt and noticed the wet spots that I was looking at. And in that moment, the shame of standing there in front of her younger brother-in-law in this indecent state was too much for her to bear. She couldn’t move her arms to cover herself. All she could do was turn around and silently cry.

I didn’t know what to do, but I had to do something to alleviate her discomfort and stop her from crying. Then I went to my room and got a small hand towel. I got in front of her and started patting the wet spots. Bhabhi pulled back with anger and annoyance on her face.

Bhabhi: Stop, Sonu! What are you doing!?

Me: I thought this would help, bhabhi. I’m sorry I didn’t know what else to do after seeing you crying.

Bhabhi: Sonu, you don’t understand anything. Sorry, it’s not your fault, Sonu. I’m just annoyed at my situation.

Tears started forming in her eyes and she said –

Bhabhi: Sonu, this is not a situation either of us should be in. This was never going to be easy and it’s highly inappropriate for you to help me with such issues and for me to ask your help. This is not something a devar should ever need to help his bhabhi with.

Me: Bhabhi, please don’t cry. We will figure out a way together as a family. We have been through difficult situations before, and we’ll get through this as well.

Bhabhi. There is only one solution, Sonu.

Me: What’s that, bhabhi?

Bhabhi (still with tears rolling down her cheeks): Sonu, please take me to my mother’s place. There she can help me without hesitation, and it will be easier for both you and me as well.

Me: Bhabhi, please don’t say that. It will bring shame to both bhaiya and me that we were not able to care for you when you needed it most. He made me promise that I would take care of your needs at your own home.

Bhabhi: Did your brother even realize what he is asking you to help with, Sonu? Did he even consider all the things I will need help with now and the situation he is putting us in? What was he thinking making you promise such a thing?

Me: Bhabhi, if bhaiya has given me this responsibility, then clearly he knows what comes with it and he has full faith and trust in me to handle it. Not everything needs to be put in words. He trusts me like a son and knows you have always been like a mother to me.

Bhabhi: I don’t know what to do, Sonu. You and your brother have put me in a tough spot. I don’t know how we will manage but right now, I am in unbearable pain. I have not been able to remove the milk since this morning in the hospital and now they are full and hurting.

It was clearly embarrassing for her to talk about something so private with me, something that she previously would have only spoken about with bhaiya. But the pain and desperation had won over any feelings of shame.

I couldn’t believe I was standing here talking to my motherly bhabhi about her fully engorged lactating breasts that were leaking uncontrollably. It was not a conversation I ever expected to have with my brother’s wife in a million years.

Me: Bhabhi, you tell me how I can help, and I will do exactly that.

Bhabhi: There are some blankets in my bedroom drawers. Please go and bring that, Sonu.

Then I went to bhabhi’s room and started opening drawers. I found a drawer with a blanket, a soft thin white one with a dark blue cross hatch pattern.

Me: I got the blanket, bhabhi.

Still with her back to me in an effort to hide the wet spots, bhabhi turned around to face me.

Bhabhi: Wrap it around my upper body, Sonu.

I had to lift bhabhi’s hand and reach around wrapping Bhabhi with the blanket. But Bhabhi’s frame was so big, that my hands accidentally touched her breasts through the blue shirt all over the place and briefly even brushed past the wet spots. But we both knew it wasn’t intentional, so no words were exchanged.

Me: Ok, now what, bhabhi?

She had overcome the embarrassment of what she had to ask me to do next. But the pain from the pressure of her engorged breasts forced her to speak. Then she turned around so that her back was facing me.

Bhabhi: Sonu, you will have to reach under the blanket, lift my shirt up, unhook the backstrap, and remove my bra.

I had never unhooked or taken a bra off before. But like all boys, I had imagined doing it someday when I have a girlfriend, but not in a million years did I think my first will be my bhabhi, someone I revered and looked up to not just as an elder but as a motherly figure in my life.

Then I reached under the blanket (near her waist), grabbed the edges of her blue shirt, and lifted it all the way up until they were bunched up around her armpit just above where her cleavage starts. I had seen glimpses of bhabhi’s back before when she wore sarees. But this was different. Her whole back was wet and shiny from all the sweating.

Now in front of me was her cream-colored bra backstrap that needed to be unhooked. I wondered if even bhaiya had ever removed bhabhi’s bra himself during their intimate private moments or did she do it herself? Was I, her much younger brother-in-law, going to be the first male in her life to remove her bra? Would there be others after me?

With shaking hands, I reached for the hooks. But I struggled to undo them as they were really tight, but kept trying and finally, it came undone. Her bra straps dangled down on her sides. Her bra however remained in place on the front, under the white blanket, refusing to fall down.

Then my bhaiya’s wife turned around facing me once again, frustrated that her bra didn’t fall down even after unhooking from the back. She just looked at me but didn’t say anything, hoping I would know what to do without her having to verbalize it.

I didn’t need any further instructions. I felt around under the blanket trying to get a grip on her bra to pull it down. But the cotton bra fabric was wrapped so snugly and tight against her breasts that I was unable to grasp and pull it down. It was obvious that her bra was too small for what she was hiding inside them.

While struggling to get a grasp, my hands touched her breasts through her bra for far longer than was necessary. Then I looked up at bhabhi and saw an annoyance building on her face so I did the only thing that would work without prolonging her agony, which was put my fingers between her bra and breast flesh, get a grasp on her bra, pulled the bra forcefully down underneath the blanket, and out in my hands in one swift motion.

The moment I pulled her bra down, her massive milk bags flopped all the way down, swaying side to side underneath the blanket like two large milk pendulums, thanking me for finally freeing them. They hung down just above her navel. They were not just bigger than her head, they dwarfed it.

It was a sight to behold! A sight any man bhabhi knew could have only wished to see her in – whether it be friends or family. Others she knew would have to keep wishing for the chance to see her in this state of indecency someday, at least for now.

Even through the thin white cotton blanket, I could make out the shape of bhabhi’s heavy knockers with huge dark brown areolas and nipples with milk drops forming, visible just past where the blanket ended, and my eyes refused to shift focus. I briefly became motionless with wonder and astonishment.

Each breast was the size of a watermelon, and possibly as heavy. They were fair in color with dark bluish-green veins crisscrossing the surface of each breast. My sister-in-law’s areolas were wide and bumpy and at the center was a long, stiff, and moist funnel-shaped nipple that could gauge an eye out. They looked rugged and worn out, indicating they had regularly been played with and manhandled.

My mind wondered how all this time, living under the same roof, she had managed to keep these massive jugs hidden. How I had been so oblivious to the enormous size of what she had been walking around the house with for all these years.

It was always obvious to anyone with eyes that bhabhi was not only a tall thick woman with a large frame. But was also blessed with assets that drew stares from men and women alike, no matter where we went.

Heck, even some of my closest friends in the past had jokingly made crude offensive remarks about her. But this, this was not obvious to those who had only seen her in proper decent attire. I never thought I would get to see bhabhi in this state of indecency and now all I wanted to do was reach forward and grab her heavy-hanging milk bags, hold them, and kiss them. My gaze at her jugs was only broken when I heard Bhabhi calling my name.

Bhabhi: Sonu, you can keep the bra down now and please bring the breast pump the nurse gave me in the morning. It should be in the bag on the dining table.

I looked down at my hands and indeed, I was still holding her bra. The bra was damp from her leaking milk, and it was big. But clearly no match for those massive beauties they had struggled to contain. I kept the bra down and brought the pump to bhabhi.

It was a manual pump, consisting of a milk bottle attached to a funnel-shaped flange that attaches to the areola and a handle that needs to be pressed to activate the suction at the flange. She explained how to turn it on and which settings to adjust.

Then bhabhi sat back down on the sofa. As she sat, her magnificently large udders flopped down, sagging past her navel and resting in her lap, her nipples and areolas touching her thighs.

I moved closer to bhabhi and knelt between her thighs so that her breasts were level with my face. Her nipples were only inches away from her pussy covered by her panty and pajama which was also soaked with milk leaking from her nipples just above them. I wondered how much of the milk had leaked through and gotten inside her panty. Only half of the moist large dark brown nipple was visible, so I had to lift the milk-soaked blanket just enough so that her jutting areolas and nipples were completely unobstructed from view.

Her whole breast had a wet sheen from all the sweating and her nipples continued to leak droplets of milk. Bhabhi smelled strongly of a mixture of sweat and milk. It was unlike anything I had smelled before. It was intoxicating.

Then I tried to push the pump flange against bhabhi’s areolas. But I couldn’t get a good seal around them. I would have to take the part of her boobs around the nipples into my hands and then guide them into the flange. Then I looked up at bhabhi and she just nodded in agony, giving her approval.

I was able to get a proper seal and started pumping. Jet streams of milk violently started to flow from her nipples, accumulating in the funnel and down into the bottle. I kept at it until the bottle was half full, but the milk flow showed no signs of stopping.

While pumping, I wondered if bhaiya knew this would be part of the promise to take care of bhabhi?! Surely, he knew we couldn’t afford a caretaker yet, so he must have known, I convinced myself.

Then I looked up at her innocent tired face only to find that she had dozed off and was snoring ever so lightly. This was obviously a huge pressure relief for bhabhi. I felt really bad for her condition. I wondered why this had to happen to her, why God let this happen to someone so caring, motherly, and good-natured as her.

But these thoughts were broken by the sight of the other free glistening and leaking dark brown elongated nipple surrounded by large bumpy areolas that were easily 3 inches in diameter.

I was overcome with impure thoughts and guilt at the same time. My erect penis was telling me to bend down and take the free-leaking nipple into my mouth. But I resisted my dark thoughts. I couldn’t betray bhaiya and bhabhi’s trust in me. They had always treated me like I was their own child.

All I could do was shamefully stare until the milk flow finally stopped on her right breast and I had to move the pump to her left breast. But the bottle was already full, so I got another bottle. After a few minutes, every drop of milk from my sister-in-law’s huge boobs had been drained.

Then I detached the pump from her nipples and went to the kitchen to clean the pump and put the bottles of milk in the fridge. Just as I closed the fridge, I heard sounds coming from the living room. Bhabhi had woken up. I quickly headed toward bhabhi. She was still on the couch with a good part of her massive milk bags splayed out and uncovered by the blanket.

Following my gaze back to her bosom, she saw what I was looking at but didn’t react as I had not only already seen them while pumping, but also held them to attach them to the pump.

A few minutes later, she stood up, turned around so that I couldn’t see her front, and hoped her blue shirt would drop down on its own. But the shirt was still bunched up, showing no sign of dropping down. Instead, the blanket fell off and dropped to the ground. They were a sight to behold. Even from behind, I could see her massive dangling jugs, gently swaying from the sides of her back.

“Sonu, don’t just stand there! Help me!” said bhabhi in an annoyed frustrated tone.

Then I came back to my senses, walked up close behind her, and pulled her blue shirt all the way down. My fingers carelessly brushed past her nipples as I pulled her shirt down to cover them. She sat back down and although she regained her modesty, her nipples were still poking through the bottom quarter of the shirt. But by this time, bhabhi was too tired to notice. She rested on the sofa to catch her breath for a few minutes before speaking to me.

Bhabhi: Sorry Sonu, I didn’t realize I fell asleep. This whole ordeal has been really tiring for me, both physically and mentally. But you never made me feel uneasy or get mad at me when I lost my cool with you. I am sorry I doubted you earlier, I doubted us as a family being able to get through this. I am blessed to have you in my life.

These words from bhabhi meant a lot to me because honestly, seeing her in this indecent state and discovering how big her breasts really are, had filled me with extremely impure thoughts, some of which were telling me to do unholy things to my very own bhabhi, the bhabhi who looked after me like her own child. But hearing these words from her gave me confidence that I could suppress my thoughts. As long as they don’t manifest in actions, I would regret them later. It was ok, it would mean that I was still a good brother, I convinced myself.

Me: It is me who is the lucky one, bhabhi. Not everyone is blessed to have a bhabhi like you. (The moment I said that, I realized what I said could have been taken the wrong way. But I was relieved to see bhabhi didn’t take it that way or maybe she knew, but was just saving me from further embarrassing myself).

Bhabhi: I am tired now, Sonu. I need to go to my bedroom and sleep. It’s late. You should go get some rest as well.

Hearing that, I reached for her bra that I had taken off Bhabhi earlier and walked to her to put it back on her. I figured she would not want to sleep without a bra on as she was lactating.

Bhabhi: Not now Sonu, I can’t stand here and go through this all over again. I am too tired. I just want to sleep now.

After saying that, my brother’s wife started walking to her bedroom. Her dangling braless milk bags jiggled and swayed under her shirt with each step she took. I followed her in case she needed any assistance.

Walking behind her, I noticed how big bhabhi’s buttocks had become post-delivery, two large protruding ass cheeks jiggling wildly under the hospital-provided pajamas. It was almost cartoonish. Her massive boobs protruded in front, her ass protruding in the back, and they were both even more accentuated because of how her limp arms dangled on the sides of her body.

I thought to myself how lucky bhaiya was while he was here. Not only did he have a wife who was supportive and caring, but also with assets any man with a heartbeat would wish to see and play with at least once in their life. He had these to fondle and play with to his heart’s content whenever he wanted.

But would he be able to accept bhabhi in her partially disabled state when he returns? Would her disabled arms have any impact on their private bedroom activities when he returns? Would it diminish his love for her? I would soon come to find out that the answers to these questions were complicated, it wasn’t black or white, but those details, I will share in the next parts. I covered her with a quilt, gave her a good night kiss on her forehead, and closed the light.

As I was walking toward my bedroom, bhabhi’s bra on the sofa caught my eye. I could barely recognize myself anymore. This wasn’t something I would have even thought of doing before and yet, here I was, walking to my room with Bhabhi’s milk-soaked bra in my hand.

I deceived and convinced myself that it was harmless, that this in no way changed my love and respect for her and it doesn’t mean I would let any harm or discomfort come her way. In the end, all that matters was that I fulfilled my promise to bhaiya.

Then I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But all I could see was the image of my bhabhi in her indecent state that I had witnessed earlier! Even after trying hard, I could not stop these images from coming or stop my penis from becoming rock-hard. I brought her bra next to my face, taking in the intoxicated smell of her milk and sweat-soaked bra with one hand while stoking my penis with the other.

The images of her milk jugs and big round butt fueled my strokes. Just as I was about to cum, I wrapped my penis in my sister-in-law’s bra and finished off. I nodded off shortly after that.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard bhabhi calling my name from her room. I hurried to her room to see what was troubling her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed when I got there.

She looked up at me and said, “Sorry Sonu, I need to use the toilet badly. I didn’t want to wake you, but I didn’t know what else to do”. She couldn’t make eye contact with me. She was clearly embarrassed. But had no option but to call for me.

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In the next parts, I will narrate to the best of my recollection the other challenges we faced, routine things that we don’t even have to think about but become a challenge without the use of our arms. How it had an impact on us and changed us and how others waiting to take advantage of bhabhi’s disabled condition, became a part of this difficult and unusual time in our lives.

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Hi, Dosto kaise ho aap log.

Us din jab ghar pahuchi to main kapde badli aur sidhe bathroom chali hai. Dosto latrine karne mein gaand mein bohut bard ho raha tha. Kisi tarah latrine ki aur fir nahai. Aur aake bed pe nangi hi so gayi.

Raat 7 baje uthi. Khana banane ka man nahi kar raha tha to main bahar chali gayi khana laane. T-shirt aur salwar pahan ke nikli. Raste pe to jante hi ho dosto jab bhi koi ladki dikhi sab ghoorne lagte hai. Jab bhi road pe jaati hun koi bhi ho dekhte sab hai. Chahe bade aadmi jo ya chota.

Main bhi isi liye waise hi kapde pahanti hun ki sab dekh ke man mein zaroor kahe, “Kya maal hai ek baar mil jaye.” Bohut maza aata hai ladko ko rijhana. Hotel se khana leke ghar aa gayi aur kha ke so gayi.

Agle din school gayi to woh aaya bache ko leke. Main aage badh gayi uski taraf. Woh mujhe dekh kar smile diya to maine bhi smile de di. Bache ko uthane ko jhuki tabhi woh dhire se bola, “Kaisi hai randi?”

Maine kaha, “Thik hun.” Fir main chali aayi. Jab chuti hui to jaate waqt bola, “Ahire dhire chal main aata hun abhi.” Main kuch door gayi thi ki aaya aur mujhe ek packet diye. Maine le li kyon ki main yahi sab chahti thi ki woh mujhe gift de.

Woh bola, “Kal subah 7 baje chaurahe pe aa jana.” Maine kaha “Itne sabere?” Woh bola, “Tu bas aa jana. Aur jo diya hai use pahan ke aana.” Fir chala gaya. Main ghar jaake dekha to usme kuch chocolate thi aur bra panty thi. Panty jisme aadhi gaand hi dhakti hai.

Agle din main subah uski di panty bra pehni aur tight suit salwar pahni. Aur thik subah 7 baje chaurahe pe pahooch gayi. Woh pahle se hi waha tha to main uski taraf chal di. Paas gayi to bola, “Bohut sexy lag rahi hai tu.” Maine “Thanks” kaha aur bike pe baith gayi.

Aadhe raste mein jake bike roka. Fir usi dukan mein gaya aur chips wagaira liya aur bagal ke medical store se condom liya. Fir aake bike start kiya. Woh medical store wala ladka mujhe hi dekh raha tha.

Maine kaha, “Kya yahi dukan hai kahi aur se kyon nahi lete condom? Woh kya sochta hoga mujhe dekh ke.” To woh bola, “Kya sochta hoga? Woh mere baare mein janta hai. Main jab randi lata hun to hamesha condom leta hun.”

Maine kaha, “Bina condom ke hi pela karo. Condom mein maza nahi aata.” To woh bola, “to iska kya karoon? Ruk wapas kar deta hun.” Aur woh chala gaya wapas karne. Jab diya to pata nahi dukandar se kya baat hui. Fir woh aa gaya aur dono nikal liye.

Maine pucha, “Woh kya bol raha tha.” To bataya dukandar puch raha tha ki kyon wapas kar rahe hai. Woh bola, “Maine bol diya ki isko bina condom ke hi pasand hai.” Maine kaha, “Dhat yaar ye kahene ki kya jaroorat thi? Woh kya soch raha hoga mere baare mein.”

Woh bola, “Kya sochega? Woh jaan raha hai ki tu randi hai aur paise pe chalti hai.” Maine kaha, Main paisa thodi naa leti hun.” Woh bola, “Usse kya? Mere saath jaa rahi hai naa to woh tujhe bazaru randi hi samajhta hai. Aur tujhe kya? Woh kon sa tujhe janta hai.”

Thodi der mein hum ghar pahooch gaye. Andar gaye aur woh bola, “Chal suru karte hai. Abhi 2 ghante hai. Main gana lagata hun mobile mein aur tu mujhe naach ke josh chadha.” Maine kaha, “Yaar mujhe naachna nahi aata.”

To woh mujhe bola, “Dekh ye video jaise isme hai waise hi karna hai.” Maine dekha ek ladki nangi hoke naach rahi thi. Aur ladke ko gaand hila hila ke choochi mal mal ke usko rijha rahi thi. Main samajh gayi.

Fir usne gaana lagaya aur main dhire dhire nachne lagi jaise mujhe aa raha tha. Fir main nachte nachte uske kapde utar di fir dhire dhire salwar suit bhi apni utar di. Uska lund khada ho gaya tha. Panty bra mein mujhe dekh kar usse raha nahi gaya. Woh paas aake meri choochi masalne laga.

Fir mere dono nipple ko chutki mein pakad ke khichne laga. Fir woh meri choochi ko muh mein le liya aur khinch khinch ke choosne laga. Main bhi choochi utha utha ke use choochi chuswa rahi thi. Choochi chooswane se josh bohut chadhata hai yaaro.

Dono choochi ko bohut choosa. Fir mujhe bola, “Saali raand chal mere lund ko choos.” Dono khade hi the to main baith gayi. Uske lund ko muh mein leke chatne lagi. Pura lund chat chat ke saaf ki fir uska pelhar chati.

Fir uska lund muh mein ghusa li aur choosne lagi. Woh mujhe rok ke kiss kia aur fir lund chooswane laga. Fir mujhe rok diya aur khud lund mere muh mein chodne laga. Pura lund muh mein ghusa de raha tha.

Mujhe to kabhi kabhi ulti ki tarah lagne lag raha tha. Kuch der aise hi pela muh mein fir main lund chusi. Fir woh bed pe so gaya aur mujhse bola ab lund choos. Main bhi late ke lund choosne lagi. Woh mere sar ko pakad ke sar niche daba daba ke lund chooswa raha tha.

Main to pure josh mein aa gayi thi. Fir woh bola, “Mera pelhar bhi chaat.” To main uska dono ball chatne lagi. Fir main ball ke niche chatne lagi aur chaatate chaatate uske dono taang utha di aur uski gaand ki ched mein jeebh laga di. Aur uski gaand chatne lagi.

Khoob thook laga laga ke uski gaand chati. Usko bohut maza aa raha tha. Aankh band karke taange utha rakhi thi. Maine apni ek ungli uski gaand ke ched par ragadne lagi. Fir dhire se uski gaand mein daal di. Woh kuch bola nahi to main bhi ungli uski gaand mein pelne lagi.

Thodi der mein hi usne apni aankhe khol di aur meri taraf muskura ke dekha. Woh bola lund choos naa to main ungli nikal rahi thi. Woh bola ungli rahne de aur lund choos. To main lund muh mein daal li aur lund choosne lagi. Aur niche se ungli uski gaand mein andar bahar karne lagi.

Usko bhi full josh aa gaya aur bola, “Bhag bhosdi ki chal, let ab mujhe teri maa chodni hai.”  Main turant let gayi aur woh josh mein tha hi aur main bhi josh mein thi. Hath se lund bur mein pel diya. Aur lagatar karib 10-minute ek speed mein lund pelte raha.

Main sochi, “Ise kya ho gaya.” Fir woh slow ho gaya. Main boli, “Jara lund ek baar aur chuswa do.” To woh lund bur se nikal ke mere muh mein de diya. Main bhi maze se uska lund choosne lagi.

Fir woh lund bur mein pelne laga. Pelte pelte woh lund nikal ke meri gaand mein daal diya aur gaand marne laga. Fir bola, “Kutiya saari mehnat main hi karoonga? Chal upar aa.”

To main uth gayi aur woh let gaya. Aur lund pakad ke gaand ki ched uspar rakh kar lund gaand mein ghusa li. Aur gaand utha utha ke upar niche gaand patakne lagi. Lund gaand mein sann sann jaa raha tha.

Dosto gaand marwane mein to suru suru mein dard hota hai. Par jab gaand paani chodti hi to bur chodwane se jada maza gaand marwane mein aata hai. Mera haal bura ho gaya. Bohut jaada josh chadh gaya tha.

Aur gaand marwate marwate meri bur haar man gayi aur maal thook di. Main sustha ho gayi. Tabhi woh bola, “Jhad gayi?” Maine haan kaha to bola, “Chal let ab aayega asli pelai ka maza. Jab main tujhe tadpa ke peloonga.”

Sach dosto lund daal ke woh full speed mein pelne laga. Jab jhadne wala tha to bola, “Teri bur ke upar gira deta hun.” Fir jor jor se chodne ke baad jab nikalne wala tha to turant lund nikal ke bur par paani gira diya. Aur bagal mein so gaya.

Dono susth hoke bed par late rahe. Uske baad main bur dhone ke liye uthi to bola, “Ek kaam kar bur mat dho. Aise hi rahne de.” Maine kaha, “Mujhe school jana hai kaise aise rahoongi.” To bola, “Jo bol raha hun woh kar. Isi pe panty pahan le.”

To mujhe uske lund ke maal ke upar hi woh panty pahan li. Gila gila mehsoos ho raha tha. Upar se meri bur se paani nikla tha usse bur bhi gili ho gayi thi. Bohut ajeeb lag raha tha. Salwar suit pahni aur dono chale aaye. Woh mujhe school ke paas utar diya.

Main chal rahi thi to niche pura gila gila lag raha tha. Bohut ajeeb lag raha tha. Panty bhijne se ek side fisal jaa rahi thi aur baar baar bur mein fas jaa rahi thi. Din bhar aise hi laga raha. Main mauka dekh kar aksar panty sahi kar leti.

School chuti hui tab tak panty sookh gayi hi. Main uske bache ko leke bahar nikali. Woh bahar hi khada tha bola, “Dhoi nahi naa?” Maine “nahi” karke sar hila diya. Fir woh chala gaya. Main ghar aa gayi.

Ghar pahuchate hi main turant kapde nikali panty dekhi to pura white white panty ho gayi thi. Maal jada gira tha uska jisse meri salwar mein bhi uska maal lag gaya tha. Main nahayi aur kapde dho kar so gayi.

Dosto woh bohut shaukin tha. Usko nayi nayi chize karna karwana bohut pasand tha. Ek bar woh mujhe dusre sahar le gaya tha aur kisi aur se pelwaya tha. Bohut mazedar tha woh bhi.

Agar woh story bhi jaanana hai to mujhse email karna dosto. Meri mail id hai [email protected]. Bye dosto.

Prits laughed hard. She placed her hand over her mouth and laughed. She laughed so hard that her shoulders shook, and she had to catch her breath. It is so incredibly humorous to see karma doing its perfect work of setting things right with her ex-boyfriend.

Her ex-boyfriend is James Kinney. James is humbled every day by karma working its perfect justice in his life. James was a lying, cheating jerk. Now, he is easily the most embarrassed person on the planet.

It was Prits and her Girl Power that kicked James into the karma. It sent him spiralling into a world of unbelievable humiliation. Prits had dumped James so hard on his butt that his butt would be sore for a month.

The day that Prits dumped James, he almost instantly began to experience a craving to suck big cocks constantly. What James did not know was that the craving was karma’s way of pulling him in.

With each cock that James sucked, his craving to suck cocks grew stronger and stronger. Until karma had him possessing a full-scale addiction to sucking cocks. His strong desire for it was constant and insatiable.

So, James Kinney spent several hours every day in the act of passionately performing blowjobs. He sucked, he slurped, he slobbered, he savoured, and he swallowed. He gobbled, he guzzled, he gulped. Prits laughed at the whole situation and would say that James was “served as deserved.”

James blushed constantly because he was so very embarrassed. He was embarrassed because he knew that his slutty cock-sucking lifestyle was becoming more and more known.

The guys that he sucked off daily were a group of black guys. James started out sucking off just a couple of the guys. Now, James sucks off 24 black men every night. And often, there are a handful of girls that watch with amusement.

When James confronted Prits about casting a spell on him, Prits just laughed. She was able to inform James that she had initiated the process. But karma took it from there.

Prits had to laugh because it is so funny that James lives in constant embarrassment. And it is very amusing to think of James getting hardcore deep-throated repeatedly.

To be clear, James Kinney has an addiction to sucking big black cocks. But he does not perform just regular blowjobs. James gives hardcore tonsil-slamming, mind-sizzling, deep-throat blowjobs! It is the most intensive face-fucking blowjob in the world.

James performs a style of blowjob that keeps his eyes watering hard and spinning dizzy. Prits and her new boyfriend have had the opportunity to bring James into the bedroom as a sissy slave. James blushes as he watches Prits get fucked by a real man.

James is then required to lick her boyfriend’s cum out of her pussy. At other times, Prits and her boyfriend bring in a group of guys. They watch James get throat-fucked over and over and over. It is so entertaining to see James get fully humiliated non-stop.

James blushes and whimpers and slurps. It is so intensely embarrassing for him. When James is not being forcefully cock-fed and cum-filled, he is daydreaming of cocks. Sometimes, he is made to beg and plead for cocks in his slutty mouth.

Prits has even made him beg and pant like a dog and bark for his cocks. Prits was rolling on the floor with laughter at hearing James bark and beg to be fed a boner.

Prits once had a guy shove a vibrating dildo up James’ ass while he was sucking a cock. The dildo was shoved so deep that James had to waddle into the ER. He had to get medical assistance to have the dildo removed.

The hospital staff laughed at James as they spread his ass cheeks and slowly pulled the dildo out. About 25 hospital workers had assembled to witness the removal of that dildo. As the dildo slid out of James’ ass, he murmured, “Yikes-a-rama! That was so deep!”

Sometimes, Prits will have James dress up as a French Maid and cook and clean for her. It is so hilarious. When they dated, James used to say he wanted Prits to wear the French Maid uniform. Now, he wears it for her. How hilarious for Prits. How humiliating for James.

Prits arranged for 46 strong, body-building men to come to her house. She had James stripped down to only wearing a tiny pink thong panty. The men lined up, and James dropped to his knees and began sucking and slurping on cock.

James passionately gobbled cock after cock. His throat was getting hammered so hard and deep. His mind was sizzled with unbelievable humiliation. The throat-pounding cock-feeding went on for hours and hours. Oh, the embarrassment!

James lay on the floor, disoriented and cum-drunk. He looked up and noticed Prits standing over him. She was smirking with amusement as she watched James get what he deserved.

Prits smiles with satisfaction. She thinks of how her Girl Power profoundly defeated James and put him in a place of continual humiliation. She loved seeing karma work its magic on James.

He spends all day blushing and all evening swallowing huge mouthfuls of cum. Prits sends hundreds of guys to James’ house to fuck his throat like a slutty little sissy. Karma takes a lying and cheating boyfriend and turns him into a blushing cock-gobbling cumslut.

There is justice in the world. James cannot stop it. He endures the most intense embarrassment every day as he slurps cock after cock. He knows that Prits is laughing at him and giving her friends high-fives in a victorious celebration.

James swallows mouthfuls of cum and takes the next large cock deep into his throat. He thinks to himself, “Life cannot possibly get any more embarrassing than this!” But then it does.

And James is not only a cock-gobbling cumslut, but he is also a blushing panty-boy. He wears the cutest and most adorable girly panties.

Prits is a shining example of feminine power and heroism to girls everywhere.

In the morning, Mohsin came to pick me up, and we reached to college. When we reached, Anirban saw us and gave me a naughty smile. After 3rd lecture, I called Anirban to the department and requested him not to tell about yesterday’s incident to anyone.

Anirban smiled, pulled my cheeks and said, “I won’t tell that to anyone, Ma’am.” I was relieved now. Anirban turned to walk back.

But he turned towards me and said, “I want to know more about you and Mohsin sir. But, Ma’am, college is not the right place to talk about that. We can complete this meeting at your house in the evening.” I nodded my head in okay.

He then came close to me and whispered, “Ma’am, you were looking very sexy in yesterday’s dress. But I couldn’t see enough of you. So I would love to see you in the same way in the evening.” He gave me a lusty look and left.

In the evening, I dressed in the same dress and was waiting for Anirban. Soon, the bell rang. I opened the door, and Anirban entered. Unlike other days, he hugged me tight. I asked him to sit and told him that I was going to prepare tea.

Anirban held my hand and stopped me. “Ma’am, I am excited to know about your affair with Mohsin sir. Tell about that first.” He made me sit on the sofa. After he repeatedly insisted, I told him about when we were in relation and how we came close. But I didn’t give him details.

After that, Anirban asked, “Ma’am, please tell me what happened after I left yesterday evening.” I said, “We went to the bedroom, and you are old enough to know what followed.” The bulge in his pants was visible to me. I said, “Okay, I should prepare tea now.”

I went to the kitchen and placed a pan with water over the gas. As I was opening the tea jar, I found my dress lifted and a light slap on my booty. Soon, my thong went down. I knew today it was Anirban. I said, “Ani, behave yourself. What are you doing.” Anirban, “Ma’am, the close-up view is better than yesterday.”

I turned toward him. He placed his lips over mine and was sucking my lips. I was unable to say a word. His left hand was holding my back tight, and his right hand was pressing my buttock cheeks. I tried to free myself but couldn’t do it.

I realised that even a medium-built young guy can be too strong for an average-strength lady like me. He can easily overpower me. After playing for a while with me, he broke the lip lock. Though I was enjoying all this and wanted him to carry on, I tried to be a dignified teacher.

I said, “Ani, please stop.” He looked into my eyes, “Please, Ma’am, it’s not new for you. You told me that you have been doing this with Mohsin sir for quite a few years. I think you can do it with me also.” I said, “No. It’s wrong.”

Anirban, “Ma’am, I don’t think your husband has consent over your relationship with Mohsin sir.” I first gave him an angry look and said, “Consent? He doesn’t know anything about this.”

Anirban, “I always knew it. If taken by our cultural norm, it’s always wrong to have an extra-marital affair. But a woman desires to have sex outside her marriage. Logically, it’s not wrong at all, and no married woman wants her husband to know this.”

I was amazed by all his tricks and kept quiet as if I was on the back foot. As soon as he saw me getting defensive, he unzipped his trousers. He took his dick out and guided my hands to hold it. He said, “Ma’am, I bet you won’t regret it.”

I swallowed my saliva. The movement in my throat was enough to tell him that I was nervous. My body relaxed. He knew his Asha Ma’am had withdrawn the opposing. He knew his trick worked. He loosened the grip. I tried to show him that I was uncomfortable.

He felt my hair with his fingers and said, “You know, I thought you would not revive our classes after our biking and trekking trip.” I gave him a confused look. Anirban, “Don’t give that look, Ma’am. I saw you watching all of us banging Suparna.”

My face became red. Anirban, “Don’t feel so panicked. As Suparna told you, we never share secrets outside our group.” I was shocked, and my mind was like, ‘How can Suparna share all our conversations with them?’ In that status, not a single word was coming out.

Anirban again kissed my lips gently and said, “Ma’am, you know, I always had a crush on you.” I was like, ‘Oh, the one unknown crush told by Suparna was me!’ I felt like a teenage girl who just found out that the most eligible boy in the class had a crush on her.

Anirban (while kissing me) said, “When you accepted that sexy dress and dressed for us, I knew you were open towards sex.” I said, “Please don’t do it. My marital relation can ruin.”

He again kissed me gently and said, “For the past few years, you have been in a regular sexual relationship with Mohsin sir. Your husband doesn’t know anything about it. That means you are too good to maintain secrets. I said, “You are my student.”

Anirban, “Does it really matter? I am a 22-year-old man, not a kid or teen. I know I can fuck a woman as good as Mohsin sir.” I kept silent for a while. Anirban, “I want to ask you something, Ma’am, can I?” I looked at him with a question mark on my face.

Anirban, “Before yesterday, I never knew that you were in an intimate relationship with Mohsin sir. But there is a strong wave in college that you are the Director’s mistress. As you were my crush from day one, I didn’t give any importance to that and took it as a false rumour before yesterday.”

“Despite being told by some accurate informers. But now I feel that those were not rumours but truth. Am I right, Ma’am?” This was totally unexpected, and I was speechless in shock. Looking at my pale face, Anirban knew that every word from his mouth was true.

Anirban, “I got my reply. You are a really talented woman. If you can handle your 2 sexual relations outside marriage with so much comfort, then 3rd is also easy.” I knew it was the perfect time to fulfil my one more fantasy. I said, “Please don’t tell this ever to my husband.”

Anirban smiled, “Never. But I think you can do something better.” He pushed my shoulder down to make me sit on the kitchen floor on my knees. I knew what he wanted. I sat on my knees, took his dick in his mouth and started sucking.

After a few minutes, Anirban said, “Now I know why the Director chose you. You are an awesome cock sucker.” Anirban held my head tight and started fucking my mouth. As I started choking, I pushed him back and started coughing. Seeing me coughing, he pulled back and gave me a glass of water.

Anirban, “Oh, sorry, Ma’am, it was unintentional.” I said, “No, no, I am fine.” Anirban lifted me in his arms, “Ma’am, can you guide me to your bedroom?” I pointed my finger towards the bedroom. He took me to my bedroom and removed my dress and thong.

I was feeling shy, naked in the bed in front of my student. Anirban, “Wow! You have a very sexy figure, Ma’am, more than I have thought. Within seconds, Anirban also got rid of his every bit of cloth. He jumped over me and started licking my body and sucking my butt cheeks and boobs.

Then he placed his lips over my pussy lips, kissed them for a while and then licked it for the next few minutes. My body was getting out of control. I was curling and twisting on the bed. Anirban, “Ma’am, you are absolutely sexy in bed. Your movement is driving me crazy.”

I smiled, “Suparna is also very pretty.” Anirban, “Yes, she is, but like a common Bengali girl, she is a bit heavier in the lower half. But you are just perfectly curvy, with a nice firm booty and not-so-meaty waistline. Your figure is as sexy as Sunny Leone.”

Hearing this, I was blushing like hell. Ani, “I think you are loving this compliment. I am not saying it just like that. It’s from my heart, but your boobs are not as firm as Sunny.” I said, “These are not silicon.” Ani laughed, grabbed both of my boobs.

He said, “I love these natural juicy melons more than those big fake silicon boobs.” His words were making me blush red, and I was feeling shy. Anirban, “Oh god, I love this shy, blushing, typical Indian woman inside you, Ma’am. I can’t control it now.”

He pulled a pillow and placed it under my buttock. He pushed his fully erect dick inside my pussy slowly. He bent slowly over me, combed my hair backwards, and kissed my lips.

He said, “You are so beautiful, Ma’am. I was in love with you from the moment I saw you, and see what? Today, after waiting for 3 long years, every barrier of age and professional gap has vanished. I am making love with you, Ma’am.” His licking and kissing had already made my nipples erect and hard.

Hearing those words, I felt proud of my beauty so much. I couldn’t hide my inner happiness from reflecting on my face. This was enough for Anirban to know that he now owns his Asha Ma’am and it’s time to go. Anirban started giving gentle thrusts inside my pussy.

After 5-7 minutes of slow fucking, he increased his speed a bit and then more. Finally, it was like a quick shaft. His meat was rubbing my pussy walls real fast. With a huge forceful thrust, he released his love juices inside my pussy. Anirban slept over my body.

After 1 minute, I said, “Please leave now. My husband can return any time now.” He lifted his head, looked in my eyes and said, “It was wonderful, Ma’am, it was a dream come true.” Then he kissed me on the lips, withdrew his dick from my cum filled pussy.

He came down from bed and dressed himself. I also wore my clothes. We moved towards the entry door. Anirban, “Okay, Ma’am, bye, see you soon.” I said, “Please don’t tell about this to anyone.” Anirban, “Okay, I promise you I won’t tell anyone about whatever happened between us today.”

I was surprised, as I wasn’t expecting this from Ani. I said, “Thanks.” Ani, “Except Indranil, Tapan and Pranav.” I said, “Please don’t do that. What if they share this with others.”

Ani, “Ma’am, don’t worry. We keep no secrets from each other and don’t tell anyone outside our group. So it is not possible that I will not share this with them.”

Ani opened the door, then turned towards me and said, “You know, Ma’am, Suparna is Indranil’s girlfriend. You have already seen that we all enjoy her together, and you know what I mean.” Suparna had already told me all that but wasn’t expecting Ani to speak out with so much ease.

His words made me speech less and by the time I wanted to say something to him, he left. After thinking for a few minutes, I called him on his phone and told him to please not tell to his friends. At least till the exams were on. I didn’t want them to distract and effect there studies negatively.

Hearing this, Ani replied, “Sure, Ma’am, I love you and always wanted to fuck you. But you are also the most amazing and caring teacher.” I said, “Okay, bye.” Ani, “Ma’am…” I said, “What?” Ani, “But I will not be able to focus on my studies without meeting you for the next month.”

I said, “Hmmm, I can understand. I don’t want my most brilliant student to go down. So you can come to me whenever you feel you are unable to focus on your studies.” Ani, “Thanks Ma’am, love you, bye.” I said, “Bye, Ani.”

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Part 4 narrates the incidents of the first night home when I heard Bhabhi calling for me in panic in the middle of the night.

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I put my shorts on and rushed to my bhabhi’s room. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with her legs closed tight, rocking back and forth.

Me: What happened, bhabhi?

Bhabhi: I need to use the toilet badly Sonu. I’ve been holding it in for a long time as I didn’t want to wake you up. But I can’t hold it in any longer.

Bhabhi got up and I followed her to the toilet, noticing her heavy hanging braless tits jiggle under her loose shirt as she walked. She got in front of the toilet bowl and turned around looking at me with shame. But she didn’t say anything.

Then I got close in front of bhabhi and knelt down, coming at eye level with her hips. I clutched the waistband of her pajama and nudged them down over her big round buttocks, letting them fall to the ground before removing them. Her white cotton panties looked very old and worn out. The hospital staff must have put them on Bhabhi yesterday morning.

My face was now inches away from bhabhi’s panty-covered privates, so close that I could smell her sweet musky aroma. I had often fantasized about taking a woman’s panties off someday. But not in a million years did I think I would one day get the chance to take off my homely virtuous bhabhi’s panties, who was not only six years older than me but also someone I always looked up to with respect.

I wondered if I was possibly the first man to take off my sister-in-law’s bra. But was I also about to become the first man to take her panties off? Would there be others after me? Then bhabhi looked down at me and said, “Sonu, I can’t hold it anymore.”

I grasped the elastic of bhabhi’s panties and pulled them down over her round milky white buttocks until they were bunched up around her ankles. Then I looked up and staring at me was bhabhi’s faithful devoted pink pussy, covered with jet-black long curly pubes, thick and dense, like a jungle.

My mouth was agape in disbelief at seeing bhabhi’s magnificent private pussy completely exposed and inches away from my face. Before bhabhi’s accident, if someone told me this moment would come one day, I would have slapped them for such an outrageously indecent thought. But here I was, seeing our private family pussy in all its glory while others who knew her could only imagine what was hidden under her proper attire and jerk off.

I was about to raise my brother’s wife’s feet to remove her panties off her ankles. But she had to pee so badly, she couldn’t wait any longer. She immediately sat her plump butt down on the toilet seat, spread her legs wide, stretching her worn-out panties still on her ankles as wide as they could stretch.

Her pussy lips separated, and a jet stream of urine rushed out from her hairy pussy, making a hissing sound as it hit the toilet water! Bhabhi also made a loud “Aahh” sound in relief. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed.

It happened so quickly. I didn’t get a chance to look away. My face was still inches away from my SIL’s now exposed pussy, violently gushing out urine and my mouth agape in shock and awe. Her pubic hairs were glistening with droplets of urine, resembling the dew that forms on early morning grass.

As bhabhi continued to pee, I heard her say, “Oh no, not now!” Then I looked up to see that bhabhi’s blue shirt had started to form wet marks around her nipples which were poking through her shirt just above her navel. She had started leaking milk again and to make the matter worse, she didn’t have a bra on.

Bhabhi panicked and to keep her shirt from getting further wetter, she raised her shirt slightly, exposing her cherry-colored wet elongated nipples pointing down.

Milk escaped her nipples, drip by drip, some landing on her thick white thighs and some down her navel, disappearing into her hairy pussy, joining the steady stream of urine.

Then I looked up to see tears rolling down bhabhi’s face and sweat beads forming on her forehead.

My poor Bhabhi. I cursed myself because even her tears did nothing to make my erection go away. Then I raised my hands to wipe away her tears and sweat as she continued to pee. Suddenly, my phone started ringing, startling us both. It was bhaiya!

Bhaiya: Sonu, how is Sheetal doing now?

How could I tell him that his wife was sitting on the toilet seat with her legs spread wide? That his younger brother was the one who pulled down her panties and with a raging erection was now watching his wife pee gushing from her hairy pussy, milk dripping from her heavy braless tits and tears leaking from her sad tired eyes.

Me: Bhabhi is doing better now, bhaiya.

Bhaiya was silent for a few seconds. He must have heard bhabhi’s pee hitting the toilet water, but he didn’t say anything. Then Bhaiya asked to speak to bhabhi. Bhabhi was still peeing, so I looked at her and she just nodded. I came close to bhabhi, knelt down between her wide-open legs so that the phone was close to her face, and put the phone on speaker. In doing so, my feet were just below and touching her panties, stretched around her ankles.

As bhabhi leaned forward to talk, her heavy braless jugs hung down freely under her shirt, above her panties that were still stretched wide around her ankles. Milk was now dripping down rapidly from her elongated nipples directly down to her outstretched panties.

Even her tears and sweat were rolling down her cheeks and dripping on her panties which were now completely drenched. After a few seconds, bhabhi had finished peeing. But was still talking to bhaiya. She asked him to hold, motioned for me to put the phone on mute, and said she wanted to talk to him privately in her room.

As she stood up, a few drops of pee trickled down her milky white thick thighs, landing on her milk and tear-soaked panties. Then I reached down to pull her panties up, but just as I got them up past her knees, she felt its wetness on her thighs.

Bhabhi: Sonu, these are completely soaked. I can’t wear them. I’m going to my room to finish talking to your bhaiya. Can you keep the phone in my room and give me two minutes before you come in, please?

Then I pulled her wet panties back down to her ankles and off her feet. I remembered that I had forgotten to clean her pussy after she finished peeing. As I turned to get toilet paper, bhabhi had already started walking to her room, unmindful of how sloppy and damp her pussy and pubes had become with pee and milk.

Then I followed my sister-in-law. Below her blue shirt that reached her waist, she was completely nude. My eyes refused to shift focus from her now fully exposed big milky white ass cheeks, jiggling with every step, daring me to grab and mistreat them. I wanted to kiss her buns, knead them, worship them, and bury my face deep in her enormous soft pillows. Unfortunately for me, they were not meant for me to enjoy, they belonged to my brother to play with.

Bhabhi: Keep the phone on the dresser, Sonu. Please unmute it and close the door. Just give me a few minutes.

I closed the door and waited outside her room. But I was so aroused that my penis was ready to explode. I remembered bhabhi’s wet panties were still in the toilet, so I rushed in there, picked up her soaking wet panties, sniffing and taking in the intoxicating aroma of her pussy mixed with the milk, tears, and sweat that had soaked them.

Then I sat on the toilet seat before putting the crotch area of the panty into my mouth. I vigorously stroked my penis as her panty hung from my mouth. Just as I was about to cum, I took her panty out of my mouth and wrapped it tight around my penis, and came violently in them. I sat there for a bit with her panties hanging from my penis which was wet from the mixture of juices on Bhabhi’s panty.

Suddenly, I heard her calling for me in panic. I pulled my shorts up and rushed to her room. She was standing by the bed facing me with her thick bush and plump ass exposed, looking a bit annoyed.

Bhabhi: Where were you, Sonu!? I have been calling for you for five minutes.

Me: Sorry, bhabhi. Are you ok?

She looked down at her shirt, the lower part of which was completely drenched with her leaking milk.

Bhabhi: Sonu, please hurry and bring my breast pump. Can you also get fresh panties from my drawer on the bottom left?

I opened the drawer but there was nothing in there. Then I remembered that when the original plan was for bhabhi to stay at her parents’ house, her mother had come and packed most of bhabhi’s clothes and taken them to her house. I told her about that and that only increased her frustration.

Bhabhi: Sonu, then just bring me my panties you took off in the toilet.

I started panicking. Not only had I put the crotch of bhabhi’s panties in my mouth, but I had also just cum in them! How could I put those back on her? What would happen when she realizes what I did?

Me: But bhabhi, those panties are soaking wet.

Bhabhi: Sonu, I am not going to just stay here without any panties on. Please, just hurry up and bring my panties and breast pump.

I stood there frozen with fear. She couldn’t understand why I had gone silent, but she was getting annoyed and couldn’t wait any longer. She started walking to the toilet and asked me to follow her, which I reluctantly did. Then she stood next to her crumpled cum-soaked panties next to the toilet bowl and said, “Sonu, please.”

With no other choice, I accepted my fate and picked up her panties. Globs of my semen were puddled in the center of her panty which she clearly had not noticed. She raised her feet so I could put them on her. As I slid them up her legs, over her ass and pussy, I meekly looked up at her face, expecting her to feel my sticky cum on her pussy and lash out at me. But there was no reaction. Either she couldn’t feel my cum or she didn’t want to embarrass me.

Bhabhi just walked back to her room waiting for me to bring her breast pump. I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked god for saving me from utter humiliation and disgrace. My poor disabled bhabhi didn’t deserve this after all the hardships she endured. But my penis stood erect at the thought of her sitting on her bed, with my cum in her panties, her pussy slathered and coated with my semen.

Then I giddily went to fetch her pump. But as I walked back to her room, I accidentally stumbled and dropped it, dislodging the handle from the pump.

Shit! How I was going to face bhabhi now. Her heavy milk engorged boobs were causing her unbearable discomfort and she desperately needed her milk pumped out.

Me: Sorry bhabhi, I accidentally stumbled and dropped the pump.

I showed bhabhi the broken pump and waited for her to yell at me. But she just closed her eyes in despair and pain.

Me: Bhabhi, I’ll go find one from a medical store.

Bhabhi: Sonu, it’s the middle of the night. Nothing is open right now and I won’t survive like this till morning (tears started rolling down bhabhi’s cheeks).

Then I walked to the side of the bed where she was sitting, knelt down close to her, and wiped the tears from her face. I held her face with my hands, turning it towards me, and asked her to look at me.

Me: Bhabhi, do you trust me? Since you came into our lives, you have always treated me like I am your own child. You are not just my bhabhi, but also a mother to me. I promise never to do anything to betray your trust in me.

Bhabhi nodded her head. With this simple nod, she had placed her complete trust in me. She must have realized that not only had I already seen her nude, but had also seen her urinating and I had not done anything indecent (except masturbating in her dirty panties which she didn’t know about, and all things considered was quite harmless).

Either that or in despair, bhabhi accepted her fate and gave up on shame and decorum, realizing that until her hands healed, she would have no choice but to be dependent on others who would get to see and touch her in various states of indecency.

Then I asked bhabhi to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs touching the ground. She moved into a sitting position by moving her legs and butt.

Me: Bhabhi, I’ll be right back.

I returned with a bottle and rolled bhabhi’s shirt all the way up to her armpits to expose her huge heavy tits. Then I asked her to lean forward and as she did, her massive jugs hung straight down with milk leaking drop by drop.

I placed a towel on the floor to absorb the breast milk and knelt down between her legs, clutched her left glistening elongated nipple between my thumb and index finger, and attempted to pull and squeeze down on her nipple to expel her milk down into the bottle that I was holding with my other hand. I had never milked a cow before. But here I was milking our very own family cow.

However, it was in vain. Milk sprayed everywhere including on my face, instead of just into the bottle. Her eyes were closed. I couldn’t be sure if it was to avoid eye contact with me or because she was in pain. Then I put the bottle down and now with both hands freed, I grabbed her left heavy hanger with one hand and brought it up to my face. I latched on to her large, rugged nipple with my lips and felt my sister-in-law shudder and exclaim a loud “Aah” in surprise!

I looked up and seeing her eyes still closed, I started sucking. Sweet warm milk gushed into my mouth in bursts as I gulped it all down. To keep the flow steady, I started kneading and massaging bhabhi’s big breasts with both hands.

After about 20 minutes, her left breast was completely drained. As I picked up her right breast and brought the nipple into my mouth, my eyes were drawn to what was directly in front of me, between her spread legs.

Bhabhi’s dirty white panties, which by now had dried up, had started to get wet again. My poor bhabhi, her heart and pussy had always been loyal to bhaiya, but her partially disabled body was not able to resist the pleasure of a mouth pulling and sucking on her nipple even if that mouth belonged to her younger brother-in-law.

My penis was already standing erect. But as I saw bhabhi’s panties getting wetter, as if possessed, my hold on her breast tightened and my gentle kneading turned rough, my fingers digging into her breast flesh and mouth opened wide to take in more than just her nipple.

Hoping she would attribute this to my inexperience, I aggressively forced as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, completely taking her wide bumpy areolas into my mouth, sucking on them with passion and vigor. I remember feeling so sorry for bhabhi. She could not even use her hands to pleasure herself later and bhaiya was not here to help her.

I wanted to reach between her thighs, tear her dirty panties off and help relieve the pent-up frustration in her wet hungry pussy. But I couldn’t.

I was so lost in conflicting emotions, I didn’t realize that my brother’s wife’s breast milk flow had stopped and continued sucking. But now also playing with her nipple in my mouth, flicking her nipple with my tongue, gently biting on them like a dog with a chew toy. I only came back to my senses as I heard bhabhi repeatedly calling my name. Then I looked up at her face with her breast still in my mouth.

Bhabhi: Sonu, please, you can stop now. No more milk is there.

Bhabhi’s saliva-coated abused nipple slipped out as I opened my mouth. I was waiting for her to scold me, but she didn’t say a word. She herself must have felt guilty for involuntarily getting wet and thought it was best not to speak about it.

Then I got up and rolled her shirt back down to cover her braless boobs. There was silence for a few seconds. Bhabhi’s face was still troubled as if she wanted to say something but was hesitating.

Me: Are you ok now, bhabhi?

Bhabhi: Sonu, I need to use the toilet again.

Me: Sure bhabhi, I’ll help you.

Bhabhi: No, not that Sonu. I have to go number 2.

Me: Oh I see! Doesn’t matter, bhabhi. Let’s go.

Then she got up and walked to the toilet as I followed behind her.

She stood in front of the toilet bowl. I knelt down and pulled her panties down to her ankles. I was staring at her wet hairy pussy.

Bhabhi sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs wide. I turned around to leave to give her privacy until I heard her make animal-like grunting sounds while applying pressure. Even her grunts were irresistible to me!

I turned around and, in that instant, I saw what looked like a long banana-sized log emerged from under bhabhi’s butt and plunk into the toilet water. Thinking she was done, I approached her only to see her grunt again and release another banana-sized log.

“I am done, Sonu”, said Bhabhi with a sweaty tired face.

Then I asked her to scoot forward on the toilet seat just a bit so I could reach behind her and clean her with toilet paper and hand-held bidet spray. I was proud that I was able to take care of my sweet bhabhi in this difficult time, no matter what the ask was.

Then she got up from the toilet seat and I knelt down to pull her panties up. Her panties had become so overused and worn out that as I was pulling them up, I heard a ripping sound. Her panty had a large torn slit in the middle. She heard it too.

Not knowing what to do, I pulled them up all the way up. But it was pointless and even she knew the torn panties did nothing to cover her modesty. Her pubic hair and labia were poking through the torn slit. Then I pulled bhabhi’s panties back down and off her feet.

Me: Bhabhi, why don’t I shower you first, and then I’ll try to find fresh panties to put on you?

Bhabhi: Ok, Sonu.

Then I turned on the shower and took off my SIL’s shirt. For the first time, she stood completely nude in front of me. Her huge boobs, hairy pussy, and round ass were completely exposed. She stepped under the shower and let the warm water fall down her body for a bit. I then turned off the shower and stepped in with her, standing in front of her. I took off my shirt, not wanting to get it wet. She didn’t say anything as she understood.

Then I shampooed bhabhi’s long wavy hair, my bare chest touching her milk bags occasionally. I pumped body soap into my palms and took a moment to decide where to start. There were so many options. I was like a kid at a festival who couldn’t wait to try out all the rides but had to start somewhere.

I washed bhabhi’s face first and rinsed it off. Then I lathered her neck, hands, and back. I lifted her arms to lather her armpits which by now had considerable wavy curls on them as she had not shaved since the accident.

Then I pumped more soap into my palms and lathered her heavy-hanging melons. Her body shuddered as I held and scrubbed them. I knelt down and lathered her feet working my way up her calves to her thick thunder thighs.

Now staring me in the face was her hairy pussy. I had never touched bhabhi there before and was not sure if I should clean her pussy as well. I was afraid she would react negatively and yell at me. Then I thought about asking her first but decided we were past that point and cupped her pussy in my hand, moving my hand up and down her pussy to lather it up.

She almost fell down as she felt the first human touch on her starved pussy in a long time. I had to stand up and hold her with one hand while the other hand aggressively scrubbed and cleaned her hairy pussy. As much as I wanted to, it was only bhaiya and bhabhi’s trust in me that kept me from inserting my fingers inside bhabhi’s sopping wet hairy pussy.

Lastly, I knelt down behind bhabhi. Now inches away from my face were two big perfectly round white ass cheeks, soft like pillows that any man would want to bury their face in. My erect penis was telling me to lean forward and kiss her soft jiggly cheeks. But my brain knew better.

Then I grabbed each ass cheek one at a time and lathered and scrubbed them. Then I asked her to spread her legs and lean forward a bit so I could clean her ass crack.

As I scrubbed up and down her ass crack, my fingers brushed past her asshole and bhabhi lost her footing and stumbled back on me! We both fell down backward, me landing flat on my back and she landing in a squatting position on my bare chest. The feeling of her soft plump ass cheeks and hairy pussy on my smooth bare chest and the view of her enormous round jiggly buttocks and hanging titties from behind felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I did not want this moment to end.

Bhabhi looked down and must have noticed my erection forming a tent in my shorts. In a panic, she tried to get up using just her legs. But it was too slippery and only resulted in her sliding her juicy butt and hairy pussy back and forth on my bare chest, almost sliding up to my face.

I waited anxiously for her behemoth ass to slide up and completely engulf my face. Unfortunately for me that didn’t happen, as she gave up and stopped.

Bhabhi: Help me get up, Sonu!

Reluctantly, I got us both backup, rinsed the soap off her body, and dried her with a towel. Bhabhi told me to once again go and carefully look for her underwear in her drawers and bring new pajamas as well. I found a nursing bra, which I brought to her along with her pajamas, but I couldn’t find any panties.

Then I grabbed and lifted her boobs and tucked them in the nursing bra cup and put her button-down pajama top on. Standing there half nude, with her thick bush and buttocks exposed, Bhabhi said, “Sonu, what about my panties?”

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Hi Readers, Kartik again. I hope you like my previous story. It is about how I managed to fuck my married ex-girlfriend, Princy and made her my slut. Let me continue the story!

The next morning, we woke up naked in bed. I wanted to have sex, but she refused. Princy was too tired of the adventure we had last night. So we got up and dressed in normal daily clothes.

Me: You are quiet. Are you angry with me for yesterday? You looked very satisfied yesterday.

Princy: Not sure, Kartik, Im so confused. I have mixed feelings about yesterday.

Me: It is alright to feel that way! But for sure, that beggar enjoyed you a lot.

Princy: Wait! Did that beggar fuck me while I was blindfolded yesterday? Tell me the truth.

Me: No! he just got to see us fuck, and in between, he touched your body. Later, you gave him a blowjob yourself. Nothing more. (I lied to her)

Princy: Okay, I believe you! (saying this, she kissed me)

Me: Why are you disappointed that he did not fuck you?

Princy: What! No. (With a shy face)

Me: But a blowjob to a beggar was a turn-on. Lucky beggar.

Princy: Shut up! I was too horny. I had no sense at that moment (while blushing).

Me: You’re a total slut! You have to obey whatever I say.

Agreeing to this, Princy started kissing me. I played with her boobs a little. She then released herself and walked towards the sofa, booking for a taxi. Then she left my place.

It was regular weekdays we were on our usual routine. We were supposed to meet on Saturday. But due to some urgent reason, I had to go to Mumbai for a few days. Princy was a little upset as I was leaving without meeting her.

Saturday morning, I got a video call while driving to Mumbai. It was Princy. She was in the bathroom, totally naked.

Princy: Hey, sexy! Come near me. (while pressing her boobs)

Me: Are you trying to make me jealous?

Princy: Shut up! Come take care of me.

Me: I will take care of you once I’m back. Till then, you can visit the garden to get fucked by the beggar you gave a blowjob last week. (Jokingly)

Princy: What! Oh, okay yeah, I will go and get fucked (angry face). You don’t have to worry about me anymore. That beggar will take care of me from now on.

She ended the call. I tried calling her, but she did not answer. After reaching Mumbai, I sent her a message to forgive me. I asked her if she could come to Goa with me next weekend. After 30 minutes, I got a call from her. She was still angry, but she agreed to come to Goa.

I had some naughty plans for our trip. So, in Mumbai, I visited the electronics market to purchase a small micro camera. Their recording connects to my cell phone.

On Thursday afternoon, while I was driving back to Pune. I called Princy to remind her about the Goa plan! I asked her to take some sexy revealing dresses and come to my place around 7 pm tomorrow. I reached my Pune flat around 8 pm.

As I opened the main door, I saw Princy in my flat to surprise me. She was wearing her office dress (light pink shirt tucked in black knee-length skirt body fit). She was looking dam hot. I kept my luggage aside. Without a thought, I lifted her holding her ass and started kissing.

I was too horny seeing her after so many days. I then placed her on the sofa and pulled her skirt away from her body. To my surprise, she was not wearing underwear. I then removed my jeans and underwear. Without wasting time, I inserted my hard dick inside her pussy and started to fuck.

I slowly moved my hand near her boobs and pressed them over her shirt. She was moaning out loud. I then changed her to a doggy position and started fucking. After a good time, I realised my cum inside her pussy. We both collapse on the sofa, kissing each other.

She then suggested I take a shower as I travelled. After showering, I came out of the bathroom wet and naked. Princy was in my room talking to her husband on the phone while adjusting her skirt. I quickly held her from behind. I spread her legs, taking her skirt up above her ass and inserted my dick in her pussy.

I then slowly pushed her to bed with my wet, naked body. I was fucking her in the doggy position while she was talking to her husband. After some fucking I released my cum inside her.

She then ended her call by saying, “I love you,” to her husband. She cleaned herself and kissed me goodbye. She went home by cab.

It was Friday. Princy arrived at my place at 7 pm with her luggage. She was wearing a white body-fit shirt and tight, full-length black leggings. Looking at her thighs, I had a quick boner. We then had a quick fuck session.

While we were getting dressed, I said.

Me: Don’t wear bra and panties, just wear shirts and leggings.

Princy: Okay, baba! But my boobs will be visible. It’s a very thin shirt.

Me: It night nighttime anyway. No one will see. It will be just me and you in the car.

Agreeing to this, she wears only a shirt and leggings. I held her from behind, looking at the mirror. I then started rubbing her pussy over her leggings. Her pussy area was getting wet over the leggings.

Princy: Let’s go now! Are we not getting late?

I then let her go off my arms. We started our road trip to Goa around 8:30 pm.

Princy: Kartik! You were saying you have some plans for me on this trip. Tell me.

Me: Yes! But you need to have patience, my dear. I have some plans, trust me.

Princy: Okay, fine! But I’m curious to know.

She smiled, and then we continued our journey. Around 11 pm, we stopped at the local dhaba to have food. Princy was a little uncomfortable looking at dhaba. It was all crowded with truck drivers. Around 30/40 trucks were parked in dhaba parking.

I suggest Princy not to come out if she is not comfortable. I will get the food in the car. Saying this, I went out and got food for both of us.

Princy: Please tell me your plan! I’m very curious.

Me: Okay! After dinner, pack one pair of your dress in your handbag.

Princy: Sure! But why?

Me: Goa is just 4 hours from here. Our hotel check-in is at noon tomorrow. We have a lot of time.

Princy: Okay, I’m confused! Then why did we start the journey at night?

Me: That’s the catch! We will take a rest here and I will be sleeping in the car. But you will not be staying in my car tonight.

Princy: What! Then where should I go this late at night if not in the car?

Me: That’s your dare! You go to any of these trucks and ask for help to allow you to sleep inside their truck for the night.

Princy: Are you kidding me? So this is what you were planning. Have you lost it?

Me: Tell me you did not enjoy our little adventure with a beggar! This will be even more adventurous. Just have to go with the flow.

Princy: I liked the idea, but is it safe? I’m a bit scared.

Me: Trust me! You will be safe. I will be watching you all the time. Take this.

I gave her the mini camera. I also gave her some rules/instructions on what to say and do. The rules were simple.

Rule 1: Wear one ear Airpod and hide it behind hairs. You need to obey whatever I tell you to do over call.

Rule 2: You have to go with the flow on whatever they (Driver and Cleaner) say or do to you.

Rule 3: If you get scared and want to stop, shout “Help” three times. I will come and stop everything. Any other words, I will assume you are okay with whatever you are doing.

Rule 4: Once you get inside the truck, whenever you get the opportunity, place this camera on top so that I can see you all the time.

Rule 5: Most important rule! Once they (the Driver and Cleaner) sleep, you quietly get out of the truck, taking back the camera, and then we can go.

Princy: Okay! I will try, but this is very scary. How can I sleep there wearing these clothes? Oh, Shit, I’m not even wearing bra and panties!

Me: Who said you would be sleeping there tonight? They will keep you awake all night don’t worry hahaha. Just go!

She understood what she was signing for tonight. We finished our dinner and parked our car in between trucks. We then started looking for a truck she could approach. There was one big truck which was parked in front of our car. We could see 2 men inside. I guess they were drinking alcohol.

Let me describe to you the 2 men inside the truck. The driver was a dark man, he was in his late 50’s. The cleaner was brown and short. He was around 30, maybe. Both were wearing dirty old sleeves (baniyan) and lungis.

I gave Princy her handbag, then asked her to get out and approach them to let her in. She was all set and ready to go. Taking a deep breath, she got out of the car and headed towards the truck. While she was walking, I could see her ass. It was tight and hot.

Once she reached the truck, while looking toward me, she knocked on the passenger seat door. After 2 knocks cleaner opens the door,

Cleaner: What are you doing here, madam? (With surprised face)

Princy: I need help. Can I sleep inside your truck tonight? I was travelling to Goa, and my bus left without me. I didn’t know what to do, all my luggage was on the bus.

Cleaner: Sure, madam! There is very little space to sleep. Will you be comfortable among us both?

Princy: Yes! I have to adjust. I am very grateful to you! Now, can I come in?

To which the cleaner asked for her hand and pulled her up inside the truck. He got a good view of her boobs from above. Driver was a little shy, and he just looked at her with surprise.

Cleaner: Madam, you can go behind and sit. There is a small bed behind where we usually sleep.

Princy: Sure! Can I get some space to go behind?

As she was struggling to reach back, the cleaner held her ass. He pushed her so that she could reach to bed. He then winked at the driver, to which the driver smiled at him, too. As they were distracted, Princy got the opportunity to attach a camera inside the truck. I could now see the entire scene on my phone.

Cleaner: Madam! You can sleep here tonight with us, and tomorrow, we will drop you to Goa.

Princy: Thank you so much for your help!

After some time talking to each other, the cleaner offered Princy a glass of drink. She refused at first as it was very cheap whisky. But due to my instruction on call, she agreed to drink. After one drink, he made one more peg, and she drank it in one go.

Cleaner was looking at her boobs with lust while she was drinking. The driver was in his world. I then asked Princy to request water, to, which she did. The cleaner then passed her a plastic jug. I then instructed her, while she drank water, to pour half of it over her shirt.

She obeyed while drinking. She suddenly poured most of the water over her shirt. She made it look like an accident. It was a view to watch. Her entire boob was clearly visible over her shirt. Due to water, her white shirt became transparent.

The cleaner and driver were looking at her lustfully. Princy, while looking at her condition, got shocked and realised her boobs were clearly visible.

Princy: Oh shit! Can anyone pass me a dry cloth?

Driver: Take this, beta.

The driver offered a towel rolled over his head to Princy. She quickly took it and placed it over her boobs. She started apologising to them for the mess she had created. She was all confused about what to do. Suddenly, the cleaner was unable to control himself.

He moved from his seat towards the back. He pushed Princy over the bed on which she was sitting. He then leaned himself on Princy and started kissing her forcefully. They were in missionary position with clothes on.

Due to a push, AirPod fell off her ear and fell somewhere inside the truck. Now I was not able to instruct Princy anymore. She was on her own now. I could now only see and hear what was happening in the truck.

Princy: Please stop this. What are you doing? This is not right. Leave me!

Driver: Lalla (Cleaner name), what are you doing? Leave her alone.

Cleaner: Sab ji, she is slut! I understood her behaviour and dress! Let’s enjoy her tonight.

Princy: Please stop! Leave me alone.

Cleaner: (slapped her) Shut up, you slut! We will take care of you tonight. I know you came here for the same reason. (Again slapped her twice)

Princy: (scared) No, please! Don’t hit me.

He then started to press her boobs over her wet shirt and took the towel off her hand, tied her both hands together. Later, looking at this driver started to close all the curtains on the side doors and switch to dim lights. I could see everything clearly on my phone.

He then removed his lungi in one go, and he was completely naked below. He had a 5-inch dick. He then moved his hands below her waist and tore the pussy area of her leggings, to which her pussy was completely visible. She was trying to push him, but he was firm.

He then pushed his dick inside her pussy and started to fuck her. He was fucking her in a missionary position. While pressing her boobs over her wet shirt and kissing her lips and neck in between. The driver was watching them both while drinking his whiskey.

He was acting so calm as nothing was happening. I thought Princy would shout for “help” so that I could stop everything. But she did not, to my surprise.

Princy: Driver sab! Please stop him.

Cleaner: Randi, shut up!

The driver was still quiet. He did not help her and let it continue. Cleaner after fucking her for just 5 minutes, he cum inside her pussy. He kept his dick inside for a minute, relaxing on her body. Then he took it out and sat on the other side of the bed.

Princy then quickly rushed to the other side of the bed. Scared and ashamed, she then starts crying. She then realised her pussy and boobs were still visible. So she untied herself and took that towel to roll it on her. She even wiped the cum which was dripping from her pussy.

For a moment, I thought I should go and stop everything. But even if she was crying, she did not say “Help” as instructed. So I decided to let it continue.

Cleaner: Driver sab! You should fuck her too. Why are you wasting your time drinking? Get up and do whatever you want to do with this slut.

Driver: 2 minutes! Let me finish my drink.

Princy: Please! Stop this. This is not appropriate. (She was all scared)

The driver then drank his entire glass in one go. He wiped his lip with his lungi and slid towards the bed. As he’s is little built body it was difficult for him to reach bed. The cleaner then shifted to passenger sit so that they could get good space.

Driver was sitting on his knees, and Princy was in the front sitting on her ass, holding her knees.

Driver: Come on, beta, don’t make me force you. Take my lungi off.

Princy: Driver sab, I did not think you too would. Please don’t do this.

Driver: Beta! I will never have such beauty again! So I am going to do whatever I wish to do with you. It is my only opportunity.

Princy: Please don’t hurt me! I am like your daughter.

Driver: You made it even hornier! Come, remove my lungi with your hand, my daughter.

She, by then understood she had no other option but to obey them. So she bent towards the driver and removed his lungi. He had a big/thick 7 inch hard dick facing Princy. I could see the shock on her face after looking at his dick. She was staring at it with lust. I then realised she was a slut.

What I saw next was a complete surprise. She then wiped her tears with a towel and placed it on the driver’s seat. Then she moved a little forward in the seating position, keeping her legs open. She then bent down, to which the driver raised himself a bit up, and she started sucking his big dick slowly.

Cleaner: See, I told you she is a slut!

Driver: You were right!

Princy: See, you can do whatever you want to do with me! But don’t hurt me physically. That is my only request.

Driver: Beta, don’t get distracted. Take this dick back in your mouth.

Saying this, he held her hair and put his entire dick inside her mouth. She was getting choked. Saliva was dripping off her mouth. After a few minutes, the cleaner moved and sat behind Princy.

It was a view to watch. She was sitting between both of them with her boobs/pussy visible over her shirt and torn leggings. It was a small space behind seats (single bed size area). The driver was in front, and the cleaner was sitting behind her. There was no more space for anyone.

While she was sucking the driver’s dick, the cleaner started to press her boobs from behind. He started to remove her wet shirt buttons. He was struggling to remove even a single button. He got frustrated and ripped her entire shirt off her body from behind. Her upper body was now naked.

Princy: What are you doing? I could have removed my shirt if you had asked. Why do you have to be so aggressive?

Driver: (slapped her) I told you don’t get distracted. Let him do whatever he wants to.

Cleaner: Driver sab! I want to fuck her again! Hey “Randi” come sit on my dick!

Driver: Wait! It is my turn now. I want to fuck her! Once I’m done, you can. Come on, daughter, it’s time to fuck you!

I could see Princy’s face. She was a little worried, but she was also taking part in what was going on with her. The driver then asked the cleaner to make a little space so that she could lean on her back over the bed. He then took his 7 inch dick and pushed it inside her pussy in one go.

He started to fuck her in a missionary position. I could hear a loud noise on my phone recording. He was brutally fucking her. Due to his body size, I could not see Princy below him. I could only see his back and her lower legs on both sides of his body. I could hear her loud moaning.

Princy: Slow down, Driver sab, it’s too painful!

He did not show any mercy. He continued fucking her at the same speed. On the other side, the cleaner was pressing her boobs, waiting for his turn. After continuously fucking her for 20 minutes, he realised his load in her pussy. He then got off her and moved behind to take a rest.

I could see Princy now. She was breathing heavily. She reached her hand to the towel and wiped the entire cum dripping through her pussy. After that, the cleaner switched her to a doggy position and started to fuck her from behind.

Cleaner: (while fucking her) Driver sab, how was it? Isn’t she great?

Driver: It is just beginning. I will have more rounds! I will fuck her brains out.

Then the cleaner slapped her ass and continued fucking her. He was increasing his speed every second. But his dick was small, so she was able to manage. She was still in the pleasure of fuck and was now completely surrendered herself to them.

After 10 minutes driver came close to Princy’s face with his dick and asked her to suck it. She obeyed and started to suck his non erected dick. The cleaner was still fucking her pulling her one leg up. Driver’s dick was again getting hard due to a blowjob.

Princy: Fuck me hard! I am going to cum.

Driver: Fucking whore! I see the real slut inside you came out finally. Lalla, fuck her hard.

Cleaner: Yes, sab! I will fuck her so hard she will not be able to walk tomorrow. Hahaha.

Princy: Shut up! Just fuck me deep.

After listening and watching this, I took my dick out and started masturbating in the car. The cleaner was still going on in full force. After 10 minutes of fucking he realised his cum inside. The driver then asked her to turn around, which she did. He then held her ass from behind and pushed his dick inside her pussy.

He then lifted one of her legs and placed it on top of the seat so that her legs were wide open. After he tore more of her leggings so her complete ass was visible, he started to stroke her hard. Loud noises were coming. She was at her highest pleasure.

Cleaner then pushed his post-cum dick in her mouth from the front and asked her to suck it clean. The driver was in no mood to stop. He was fucking her from behind and trying to press her boobs with one hand. After watching them fucking for 10 minutes, I cum.

I then cleaned myself with tissues available in my car and started to watch them again. The driver was still going at full speed. Princy was moaning out loud. The driver then fucked her for another 10 minutes before he cum inside her.

What I saw next was shocking. Princy then realised his dick from her pussy and turned around on her knees. She started kissing the driver’s lips for the first time. She kissed him, and then she fell on that small bed with a satisfied smile. The cleaner got sad as she did not get a kiss from her.

Driver: Let’s sleep now. We have to get up early tomorrow. You, my daughter, will sleep with me.

He then commanded the cleaner to sleep on the passenger seat. In a few minutes, Driver and Princy were sleeping on a single-size bed, touching each other due to lack of space. They were sleeping half-naked and sweaty. The only piece of cloth left on her body was her half-torn legging.

I was surprised and worried at the same time. Princy forgot our 5th rule. She was supposed to come out of the truck once the Driver and Cleaner fell asleep. But due to tiredness, she fell asleep along with them. I waited for 45 minutes, and then I, too, slept off in the car.

To be continued.

Hello dosto mera naam Rahul hai. Meri umar 24 saal hai. Aur main Delhi ka rehne wala hu. Waise to aap sabhi mujhe jante hi hai. Main Indian sex story par kahani likhta hu. Jise aap sabhi bahut pasand karte hai.

Magar mujhe nahi malum tha ki meri story ko padhne wala mera bhi ek dost hoga. Meri ye kahani meri hi dost aur meri hai. Jiski maine madad ki aur meri madad se woh apni mummy ko chod paya. Aur uske baad uski aur meri zindagi badal gayi.

Mere dost ka naam Abhishek hai. Aur woh meri hi umar ka hai. Abhishek competition ki tayari kar raha hai. Aur sath sath hum dono online kaam karke paise kamate hai. Isi wajah se hum dono ka milna lagbhag roj hi hota hai.

Main hamesha uske ghar jata rehta hu. Hum dono hi kafi time sath mein bitate hai. Aur har tarah ki baate karte hai. Abhishek ki mummy ka naam Sudha hai. Aur unka figure 38-40-44 hai.

Figure jankar aap samajh hi gaye honge ki unhe dekhkar logo ka kya haal hota hoga. Aunty government job karti hai. Aur subha jaake shaam ko hi aati hai. Aunty jayadatar salwar suit aur saree pehnti hai.

Aur dono mein hi unka badan samne walo ka lund khada kar deta hai. Aunty ki chuchiya aur gaand ek dum ubhri hui dikhai deti hai. Jise dekhkar mera lund bhi unhe salami deta hai. Hum sab ki life theek chal rahi thi.

Magar fir woh din aaya. Jiske baad sab badal gaya. Ye baat 7 mahine pehle ki hai. Jab meri kahani (holiday trip par mummy ki chudai) aayi thi. Jise logo ne bahut pasand kiya tha.

Mujhe bahut se mails aa rahe the. Aur main sare mails ka jawab bhi de raha tha. Tabhi mujhe ek mail aaya. Jismein ladke ka naam Abhishek tha. Magar tab main ye nahi janta tha ki ye mera real friend nikalega.

Abhi – Hello Rahul main aapka bahut bada fan hu. Maine abhi aapki kahani (holiday trip par mummy chudai) padi. Sach mein aapki kahani bahut mast hai. Waise aap kaha ke rehne wale ho bhai.

Main – Thank you so much bhai. Meri kahani ko pasand karne ke liye. Main Delhi ka rehne wala hu. Aur aap kaha se ho.

Abhi – Bhai, mera naam Abhishek hai. Aur main bhi Delhi ka hi rehne wala hu. Bhai aap ye jo mummy bete ki chudai kahani likhte ho. Kya ye sach hoti hai?

Main – Bhai, meri kahani logo ki fantasy hoti hai. Jo ladke apni mummy ki chudai karna chahte hai. Magar real mein kar nahi pate hai. Woh mujhe apni ye sab baate batate hai. Aur main us par kahani likh deta hu.

Abhi – Wah, bhai matlab log aapse apni apni mummy ke bare mein baate karte hai. Aur aap unki sari baate sunke. Unke upar kahani likh dete ho. Waise kya aapne kabhi aise kisi se baat ki hai. Jo apni mummy ko chod chuka ho.

Main – Bhai, apni mummy ke bare mein aise baat aap kisi jaankar se nahi kar skate ho. Isiliye log kisi anjaan se kar lete hai. Jo unhi ki tarah sochta ho. Waise apni mummy ko chodne ka dava bahut karte hai.

Magar mujhe kisi ki baat par yakin nahi hota hai. Waise kya aap bhi mummy ke liye incest ho?

Abhi – Ha bhai mujhe bhi meri mummy bahut aachi lagti hai. Jab bhi main unhe dekhta hu. To mera lund khada ho jata hai. Aur mera man karta hai. Unhe pakad ke chod du. Magar aap bhi jante ho. Ye asan nahi hai. Magar ha unhe dekh dekhkar lund jarur hila leta hu.

Main – Bhai, ye bilkul normal hai kyuki kabhi na kabhi har ladke ne apni mummy ko nanga dekha hai. Kuch log ise bhool ke aage badh jate hai. Magar kuch apni mummy ke husan ke deewane ho jate hai. Waise aapko meri konsi story sabse jayada pasand aayi.

Abhi – Bhai, maine aaj hi aapki latest story padi thi. Aur use padne ke baad maine baaki bhi story padi. Sab ki sab bahut aachi hai. Magar ye jo aapki latest story hai. Ye meri favorite hai. Waise ye story aapne kiske liye likhi hai.

Main – Bhai, mera dost hai jiska naam bhi Abhishek hai. Maine ye story use aur uski mummy ko dhayan mein rakhkar likhi hai.

Abhi – Bhai, kya aapka dost bhi incest hai. Jo apni mummy ko chodna chahta hai.

Main – Bhai, is baat ka mujhe pata nahi hai. Magar hum dono hi badi umar ki aurto ko pasand karte hai. Isiliye bas uske bare socha aur story likh di. Waise kya tumhe bhi story likhwani hai.

Abhi – Bhai, meri story to aap pehle hi likh chuke ho.

Main – Ye kya keh rahi bhai? Maine kab likhi aapki story.

Abhi – Bhai, ye jo aapki latest story hai. Jo aapne apne dost ke bare mein likhi hai. Ye bilkul same meri story hai kyuki mera naam bhi Abhishek hai. Bas us kahani mein mummy ka naam alag hai. Meri mummy ka naam Sudha hai.

Main – Oh, aacha wahi main kahu. Maine kab story likh di aapki. Waise kya aap sach mein apni mummy ko chodna chahate hai. Ya ye sirf ek fantasy hai.

Abhi – Bhai, chodna to chahta hu. Magar aap bhi jante ho. Ye itna asan nahi hota hai. Isiliye abhi sirf upar upar se maze le leta hu.

Main – Aise konse maze le lete ho bhai. Jisse aunty ko kuch kehti bhi nahi hai.

Abhi – Bas bhai kabhi mummy ki gaand par hath laga deta hu. To kabhi unhe peeche se pakad leta hu. Jisse mera pura lund unki gaand mein lag jata hai. Aur jab unhe job par chhodne jata hu. To bilkul chipakkar bethta hu. Jisse unki chuchiya ek dum dab jati hai.

Main – Wahh bhai matlab pure maze le rahe ho. Aur aunty kuch kehti bhi nahi hai.

Abhi – Ha bhai mummy kuch nahi kehti hai. Shayad unhe pata hi nahi hai ki main unke liye kya sochta hu. Yaha tak ki jab main unke pair ki malish karta hu. Tab bhi woh mexi mein hoti hai. Aur maine aise kai bar unki chut bhi dekhi hai.

Main – Wahh bhai matlab tum to jannat dekhe bethe ho. Waise yaar mujhe lagta hai. Unhe mehsus to sab hota hoga. Magar tum unke bete ho. Isiliye woh shayad kuch galat nahi samjhati hai.

Waise tumse baat karke bahut aacha laga. Chalo bhai ab main kuch kaam kar lu. Fir baat karte hai.

Abhi – Mujhe bhi bahut aacha laga aapse baat karke bhai. Warna jisse bhi baat karo. To woh bas yahi kehte hai ki mom ki photo dikha do. Ye dikha do woh dikha do. Magar aapne aisa kuch nahi kaha. Jab aap free ho to message kar dena.

Main – Theek hai bhai. Free ho jaunga to message kar dunga.

Abhishek se baat karke main ghar se nikal gaya. Aur fir main aapne real dost Abhishek ke ghar pauch gaya. Aur bell bajane ke baad Abhishek ka intezar karne laga. Tabhi Abhishek ke pados mein rehni wali aunty bahar aayi. Aur jhadu maarne lagne lagi. Aur aunty ko dekhkar mera lund khada ho gaya.

Aunty ka muh dusri taraf tha. Aur woh jhuk kar jhadu laga rahi thi. Aunty ki moti gaand ek dum uthi hui dikhayi de rahi thi. Aur mera lund unhe salami de raha tha. Tabhi Abhishek ne darwaja khola. Magar mera dhayan to aunty ki gaand par tha.

Abhi – Ab ander bhi aa waha kya dekh raha hai?

Main – Abe wahi dekh raha hu. Jiske deewane hum dono hai.

Meri baat sunke Abhishek bahar nikal ke dekhne laga. Aur uski nazar bhi aunty ki gaand par gayi. Aur fir Abhishek ka hath bhi aapne lund par chala gaya. Aur ab hum dono aunty ki gaand ko dekhne lage.

Abhi – Bhai, ye aunty apni gaand dikha dikha ke pagal kar deti hai. Ek bar mil jaye to faad ke rakh dunga.

Main – Are bhai hame kaha se milegi. Waise iske pati ki to moj hai. Roj iski gaand marta hai. Tabhi to itni moti gaand ho gayi hai.

Kuch der hum dono aunty ki gaand ko dekhte rahe. Aur fir woh jhaadu lagake ander chali gayi. Aur fir hum dono bhi ander aa gaye.

Main – Bhai, ye aunty to roj lund khada kar deti hai. Aapni gaand dikha dikha ke.

Abhi – Ha bhai sala iski gaand dekhkar jayada dimag kharab hota hai. Man karta hai ek din pakad ke chod du.

Main – Bhai, tu pata le is aunty ko. Kasam se bhai tere maze ho jayenge.

Abhi – Abe pagal ho gaya hai kya? Ye aunty bahut ladaku hai. Sare mohalle mein tamasha ho jayega. Aur fir meri mummy meri gaand tod dengi.

Main – Chal bhai chhod ise. Waise tune kal new project join kiya ya nahi.

Abhi – Bas bhai wahi video dekh raha tha. Chal tu bhi sath mein kar le.

Fir Abhishek aur main kaam mein lag gaye. Hum dono crypto chain ke project join karte hai. Aur usi se paise kamate hai. Kafi der tak kaam karne ke baad main aapna mobile chala raha tha.

Aur Abhishek bhi aapne mobile mein laga hua tha. Mujhe abhi tak ye malum nahi tha ki jis online fan Abhishek se main baat kar raha hu. Woh mera yahi dost nikalega.

Meri kahani (holiday trip par mummy chudai) maine Abhishek ki mummy ko dhayan mein rahkar hi likhi thi kyuki Abhishek ki mummy ko dekhkar. Mera lund bhi unhe salami dene lagta hai.

Abhishek ki mummy ki badi badi chuchiya aur uthi gaand mera dimag kharab kar deti hai. Magar mujhe nahi pata thi ki mera dost bhi apni mummy ko chodna chahta hai. Magar mujhe ye baat jaldi hi pata chalne wali thi.

Main mobile chala hi raha tha ki tabhi mujhe online wale Abhishek ka mail aaya.

Abhi – Aur bhai free ho gaye kya aap?

Main – Ha bas free hi hu. Thoda kaam kar raha tha. Aap batao kya ho raha hai?

Abhi – Bas bhai betha hua tha. To socha aapse baat kar lu. Waise aapke sath mummy ki baat karne mein maza aata hai.

Main – Ha bhai hum dono hi incest hai. Isiliye hame mummy ke bare mein baat karne mein maza aata hai. Waise bhai aapko apni mummy ki konsi cheej sabse jayada pasand hai.

Abhi – Bhai, mujhe mummy ki gaand bahut pasand hai. Aur unki moti moti dudh jaise janghe. Agar mummy ek bar mouka de de. To din bhar chaat ta rahu. Waise bhai aapne jo kahani aapne dost ki mummy ki likhi hai. Uski mummy kaise hai.

Main – Bhai, woh bhut hi sexy hai. Unki uthi hui gaand aur chuchiya mujhe bahut pasand hai.

Abhi – Bhai, agar woh itni hi sexy hai. To kya aapka dost unhe chodna nahi chahta hai.

Main – Bhai, maine kabhi usse ye pucha nahi. Waise bhi aise baat koi aapne real friend ko thodi batata hai. Aap batao aapne kis kis ko ye baat batayi hai.

Abhi – Sahi kaha bhai. Ye baat sabko batane ki nahi hoti hai. Waise bhai kya sach mein koi mummy aapne bete se chudwa sakti hai.

Main – Bhai, mummy bhi ek aurat hi hoti hai. Jiski baki aurto ki tarah icchaye hoti hai. Bas ghar ke kaam kaaj mein woh itna busy ho jati hai ki khud par dhayan nahi de pati hai. Agar unke ander ki aurat jag jaye. To woh bhi chudai karke maze le sakti hai.

Abhi – Sahi kaha bhai. Isiliye main mummy ke sath ye sab harkate karta rehta hu. Taaki woh mujhpe dhayan de. Magar thoda darr bhi lagta hai. Isiliye puri tarah se aage nahi badh paya hu.

Main – Waise bhai aapke papa ghar par sath rehte hai. Ya kahi bahar job karte hai.

Abhi – Bhai, mere papa aate jaate rehte hai. Aur unhi ki wajah se to main mummy par jayada dhayan deta hu.

Main – Aisa kya kiya aapke papa ne bhai?

Abhi – Bhai, papa bahar aate jaate rehte hai. Isiliye unka affair ho gaya. Aur mummy ko ye baat pata chal gayi. Tab dono mein bahut ladayi hui thi. Mummy ne papa ko maaf to kar diya. Magar uske baad se mujhe nahi lagta hai ki mummy ne papa ko chodne diya hoga.

Main – Wahh bhai matlab tumhari mummy bhi ander se tadap rahi hai. Tabhi tum choti moti harkate karte rehte ho.

Abhi – Ha bhai magar abhi tak baat nahi bani hai. Ek bar mummy maan jaye. To unki saalo ki garmi nikal dunga. Bhai mujhe ek kaam aa gaya. Woh karke aapko massage karta hu.

Main – Theek hai bhai. Main bhi aapna kaam kar leta hu.

Jaise hi online wale Abhishek ne mujhe rukne ko kaha. Tabhi mere samne betha Abhishek bola.

Abhi – Kya dekh raha hai bhai?

Main – Are kuch nahi yaar bas kuch video download kar raha tha.

Abhi – Sale kitni video download karega. Jab dekho to porn hi download karta rehta hai.

Main – Are yaar bas jab ghar par free hota hu. To dekh leta hu. Tere pass to wifi hai. Jitni marzi utni download karo.

Abhishek se baat karke main ghar ki taraf nikal pada. Aur mere nikalte hi online wale Abhishek ka massage aa gaya. Main pure raste baat karta hua ghar pauch gaya. Aur fir thodi der baat karke mein so gaya.

Fir main shaam ko aapne real friend Abhishek se mila. Hum dono fir ghumne nikal gaye. Raste mein hum dono hi auntiyon ko aur unki gaand ko taad rahe the.

Abhi – Bhai, yaar ye auntiyon ko kaise pataya jaye yaar. Bahut man karta hai. Auntiyon ki chudai karne ka.

Main – Bhai, agar mujhe pata hota. To main khud nahi pata leta. Kab se bas hilaye hi ja rahe hai. Aur ladki pata lo. To uske alag drame hote hai.

Abhi – Sahi keh raha hai bhai. Maine bhi swati se break up kar liya hai. Sali ke drama bahut the.

Main – Matlab ab tu bhi meri tarah hi hilane wala hai.

Abhishek meri baat sunke hasne laga. Aur fir main aur Abhishek uske ghar aa gaye. Abhishek ne bell bajayi. To kuch der baad aunty ne darwaja khola. Aunty ne tab mexi pehni hui thi.

Aur bra mein kaid unki chuchiya ek dum phaad jaise khadi hui thi. Mera lund to unhe dekhti hi khada ho gaya tha. Darwaja khulte hi hum dono ander aa gaye. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Namaste aunty, kaise ho aap.

Abhi ki Mummy – Main theek hu beta. Aur tum kaise ho. Aur tayari kaise chal rahi hai.

Main – Sab theek hai aunty. Aur tayari bhi theek chal rahi hai. Waise uncle nahi dikh rahe hai.

Abhi ki mummy – Beta woh to kaam se bahar hi rehte hai. Shayad kal aayenge. Abhi tu saman le aaya. Jo maine kaha tha.

Abhi – Ha mummy le aaya. Hum dono chhat par ja rahe hai.

Abhi ki mummy – Theek hai beta.

Abhishek ki mummy saman leke kitchen mein jaane lagi. Aur meri nazar unki moti gaand par thehar gayi. Aunty ki gaand dekhkar saaf pata chal raha tha ki unhone ander aaj penty nahi pehni hai.

Fir hum dono chhat par aa gaye. Aur kafi der tak baat karte rahe. Abhishek aur main roj uski chhat par bethe kai ghanto tak baate karte hai. Kuch der Abhishek se baat karke main aapne ghar aa gaya. Aur fir main apni agli story likhne laga. Aur kuch der baad so gaya.

Agle din fir subha meri online wale Abhishek se baat hui. Hum dono lagbhag roj baat karne lage. Aur woh mujhe apni mummy ki baate batata. Aur mujhse idea mangta ki woh kaise apni mummy ko chudai ke liye raazi kare.

Main bhi use woh sab batata. Jisse uski mummy pat sakti thi. Waise idea sunna asan hai. Magar use istemal karna muskil. Par hum dono ki baate roj hoti. Bas jab main aapne real dost Abhishek ke sath hota.

Tab main use koi message nahi karta tha. Aur na hi woh mujhe message karta tha kyuki mujhe to malum hi nahi tha ki mera real dost hi online wala Abhishek hai. Online wale Abhishek se baat karte hue.

Mujhe lagbhag 1 mahina ho gaya tha. Hum dono kaafi aache dost ban gaye the. Hum dono ab mail ki jagah Instagram par baate karte the. Hum dono ka hi Instagram fake tha. Jisse hum dono bas baate hi karte the.

Hum dono main sirf text se hi baate hoti thi. Abhi tak hum dono ne ek dusre audio call nahi ki thi kyuki hamari dosti sirf online thi. Hum dono ne hi ek dusre ko apni shakal nahi dikhayi thi. Par ab Abhishek mujhpe bharosha karta tha.

Aur woh mujhe apni sari baate batata tha. Aur woh din aaya. Jis din mujhe ye pata chal gaya ki main jisse baat karta hu. Woh aur koi nahi mera real dost Abhishek hi hai. Us din hum sex ki baate kar rahe the. Tabhi Abhishek bola.

Abhi – Bhai, jab se aapse ye sari baate karne laga. Mujhe sach mein bahut aacha lagta hai.

Main – Mujhe bhi bahut aacha lagta hai bhai. Warna mostly log mujhse bas photo dikha do. Ya us ladke ka contect de do. Jiski story aapne likhi hai. Aise baate karte hai.

Abhi – Bhai, aapki yahi cheej sabse aachi hai. Hum dono itne time se baat kar rahe hai. Magar aaj tak aapne kabhi mujhse galat baat nahi ki, aur nahi photo maangi. Yata tak aapki kahani mein bhi aap mummy ko gali nahi niklate ho.

Warna log to apni kahani mein mummy ko randi bol bol ke chodte hai. Aur unhe ismein maza aata hai. Jab se maine aapki kahani padna shuru kiya hai. Tab se mujhe kisi aur ki kahani aachi hi nahi lagti hai.

Main – Bhai, mummy kisi ki bhi unke liye gande shabd nahi bolne chahiye. Mummy ke sath chudai enjoy karo. Magar unhe ganda bolna mujhe pasand nahi hai. Isiliye meri kahani simple hoti hai.

Abhi – Waise bhai kya aap meri mummy ko dekhna chahoge?

Main – Bhai, waise iski jarurat nahi hai. Hum dono baat karte hai yahi bahut hai.

Maine ye baat boli hi thi ki usse pehle Abhishek ne mujhe photo bhej di. Jismein ek aurat leti hui thi. Aur uske ghutne mude hue the. Jiski wajah se ukki chut dikh rahi thi. Jise dekhkar mera lund khada ho gaya tha.

Abhi – Kaise lagi bhai meri mummy ki chut.

Main – Bahut hi sexy hai yaar. Ab mujhe pata chala ki tum kyu apni mummy ki chudai karna chahte ho.

Abhi – Ha bhai dekho na kitni fuli hui chut hai. Mera papa to pagal hai. Jo bahar muh marte hai. Jabki unke pass to mummy jaise aurat hai.

Main – Bhai, mardo ko dusri ki biwi jayada pasand hoti hai. Waise ye photo aapne le kaise li.

Abhi – Bhai, jab papa nahi hote hai. To main mummy ke sath hi sota hu. Aur mummy ke pairo ki malish bhi karta hu. Tab hamesha mujhe mummy ki chut aur janghe dekhne ka mouka milta hai.

Main – Bhai, kabhi mummy ki chut par hath nahi lagaya aapne.

Abhi – Nahi bhai aisa sochne bhar se gaand fatne lagti hai. Waise mummy ki jangho ko jarur sehlaya. Magar unhone mera hath hata diya tha.

Main – Ha bhai ye to hona hi tha. Koi bhi mummy aapne bete ko aisa thodi karne dengi.

Abhi – Ruko bhai aapko mummy ki gaand dikhata hu.

Abhishek ne agle hi pal ek photo bhej di. Jise dekhkar main hil gaya. Aur mujhe pata chal gaya ki ye mera hi dost hai. Abhishek ne jo photo bheji thi. Usmein uski mummy mexi pehne leti hui thi.

Unki shakal nahi dikh rahi thi. Magar unki gaand ke peeche ka pura hissa dikh raha tha. Jo bilkul Abhishek ki mummy jaisa lag raha tha. Aur us photo mein jo bed tha. Use main kaise bhool sakta hu.

Kyuki woh bed mere real dost Abhishek ke drawing room mein rakha hua hai. Jo main lagbhag roj hi dekhta hu. Photo dekhne ke baad kuch der tak to mujhe samajh hi nahi aaya ki main kya bolu.

Magar main ye baat samajh gaya tha ki ye mera hi dost Abhishek hai. Bas mujhe ek aur proof chahiye tha. Jisse mera dought sahi sabit ho jaye.

Abhi – Bhai, kaise lagi mummy ki gaand. Pakka aapka lund khada ho gaya hoga.

Main – Ha bhai bahut mast gaand hai aunty ki. Bhai ek baat kahu.

Abhi – Ha bhai bolo.

Main – Bhai, yaha text message karne mein time lagta hai. Kyu na hum dono audio call par baat kar le. Waise bhi iske liye number bhi nahi dena padega.

Abhishek ko ye baat bolke main uske message ka intezar karne laga. Tabhi uska direct Instagram par call aa gaya. Aur call aate hi maine use utha liya. Aur samne se awaaj aayi.

Abhi – Hello bhai kaise ho aap.

Ye awaaj sunke mujhe koi dought nahi raha ki ye mera hi dost hai. Aur maine kuch bolne se pehle call kaat diya. Aur ek message kar diya.

Main – Sorry bhai kuch kaam aa gaya. Jaise hi free hota hu. Tab baat karte hai.

Abhi – Theek hai bhai baad mein baat karte hai.

Abhishek ko message karne ke baad main beth gaya. Aur yahi sochen laga ki main jisse abhi tak baat kar raha tha. Woh mera hi dost nikla. Mujhe aaj tak kabhi Abhishek par shak nahi hua ki woh apni mummy ko chodna chahta hai.

Main jis kahani ko imagine karke likha tha. Abhishek use real mein jeeta hai. Ab Abhishek ki ki hui har baat meri aankho ke samne ghumne lagi. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki mera story ka fan mera hi dost nikalega.

Us din main kahi nahi gaya. Main bas yahi sochta raha ki Abhishek ko samne se ye baat kaise puchu. Pure din sochne ke baad maine faisla kar liya ki main Abhishek se direct baat karunga.

Kyuki ab main uska raaz janta hu. Aur Abhishek ek aacha insan hai. Woh mera raaz bhi kisi ko nahi batayega. Aur agle din 10 baje main Abhishek ke ghar pauch gaya. Abhishek bilkul normal tha. Aur woh laptop par kuch kaam kar raha tha.

Main bar bar darr raha tha ki kahi is baat se Abhishek aur mere beech ladayi na ho jaye. Magar kehte hai na ki shak ka keeda jab tak dimag mein rehta hai. Jab tak uska ilaaj na kiye jaye. Isiliye maine bhi faisla kar liya ki main Abhishek se ye baat puch ke rahunga.

Main – Bhai, tujhse ek baat puchu agar bura na mane to.

Abhi – Ha ha bhai puch kya bat hai?

Main – Bhai, mujhe tere bare mein kuch pata chala hai. Pehle mummy ki kasam kha naraj nahi hoga.

Abhi – Ha ha bhai maa kasam. Ab bol.

Maine aapna mobile nikala. Aur apni incest Rahul wali Instagram id login karke. Mobile Abhishek ke hath mein de diya. Abhishek ne jaise hi messages aur apni mummy ki photo dekhi. Uski aankhe fati ki fati reh gayi.

Abhishek ka halak sukh gaya. Aur woh mujhse najare churane laga. Maine bhi apni nazar neeche kar li. Kuch der hum dono chup bethe rahe. Fir jaise hi main bolne laga. Tabhi Abhishek bola.

Hi friends, I am Ravi Shankar working in Software support as an assistant manager for the training and development department. I am 40 and I am 5. 5 ft tall with an average physique. Nothing more about me, and let’s get back to the story.

This is a real story that happened in my life that I wanted to share. It is a big story, so you should have a lot of patience to read through and enjoy each and every moment that I experienced.

This is an incident that happened between me and my office friend from the ex-office. I left the organization but still, we were continuing as good friends, very close friends. Let me introduce her. Her name is Fareeda, a woman of age 35. She was a charming woman but unfortunately, her marriage life was not good. She was separated and living alone. Tragically, they didn’t have any kids either and so her career was supporting her to be a good saleswoman.

She was into sales and marketing in our previous office and did a great job in her work. I changed the job and still maintained a good relationship with her as her dear friend. She always wore a pardha in black above her dress, so that only her face and sometimes only her eyes were visible. But whenever she was with me, she usually removes her hijab, leaves the fair freestyle, and stays cool when we both chill out together.

We used to talk about a lot of things and share our life stories whenever we used to be in touch. She lived in Bangalore and I was living in Vellore, so we used to meet in person sometimes.

One day, I was very upset about an incident that happened in my life and I was not talking to her much. She kept on asking me what happened, but I couldn’t share it with her.

One day she asked me to come to Bangalore and we met at a client’s place to complete her sales formalities. I took a leave that day and went to her place. I waited in her car at the client’s place where she was closing a deal with the client. After an hour of waiting in the car, she came out of the client’s office and entered the car. She knocked on my head (as she always does) and said, “Hey sweetheart, what happened? Are you alright da?” I smiled at her and said, “Yeah I am fine, dear.”

Then she asked me to drive the car and I got into the driver seat and started driving. She broke the silence and asked me, “Hey, what happened, are you alright? Why are you not talking and seem to be upset?” I said, “Nothing dear, just like that”. She found out that something was wrong with me, and I was upset about the incident that happened to me.

We were almost on the outskirts of Bangalore near Electronic City Road. Then she asked me to stop the car on the shady side of the road, took out a bottle of juice that she had, and asked me to drink. I had a sip and gave it to her which she also drank and asked, “Now, tell me what happened to you? You are not okay, you seem to be disturbed a lot.”

I said, “I cannot share that with you, because it is very personal.” But she didn’t leave me. She insisted I say it and said, “Don’t worry no matter how personal it is. We are best friends and it will always be within me only.” She also said, “We have shared many issues and personal things about life. So why do you hesitate so much?”

She kept on waiting for me to open, looking at her mobile phone messages. After 5 minutes, I broke the silence. I started sharing that issue with her.

Me: Hey Fari, I got into serious trouble, very personal, and dirty.

Fareeda: That’s okay da. Whatever personal it is, share it. I will listen to it.

Me: I happened to get into a dirty affair with one of my office bosses. She is using me like her slave, FEMDOM slave. She used me on an opportunity and now she is continuously using me as her slave. (I will share about this incident in the next episode)

Far: Hey, what are you saying da?

She was dumb and stuck with what I had shared with her. She was shocked about what I shared with her. Then she saw my face and I was too shy to look at her. She broke out laughing and started laughing loudly in the car and started teasing me. I was hesitant to share with her openly about that incident.

(Just a glimpse of what happened with my boss, she made me her femdom slave and used me, to lick, suck and eat her pussy and ass. Will talk in detail about this experience in the next episode.)

She kept on laughing and I tapped on her head to stop it. She still kept laughing and teased me calling ‘pussy eater’ and continued laughing. I was so terrible and I told her to stop teasing. But she won’t and kept calling me, ‘Pussy Eater!’ Then I said –

Me: Hey, I trusted and shared with you about my upset, but you are teasing me now.

Far: Okay baba, don’t worry, leave it, it’s just an experience with a gorgeous woman (and laughed again).

Me: That’s why I don’t want to share.

Far: Ok-ok, let it go and leave it. Now, tell me about that pussy-eating experience.

I was shocked to hear this from her, that she wanted to know how much happened with that woman.

Me: No, that’s enough, leave it.

Far: No-no da… it’s really interesting, tell me.

Me: One day my lady boss caught me red-handed when my cock was erect and laughed, and teased me to go home with her (just sharing the outline of the story of what happened, I will share it fully in my next story). She made me lick her pussy the hardest and made me drink her pussy juices. Then lick her ass and legs, hairy legs and pussy and ass.

So now I was telling her everything in detail. I noticed Fareeda blushing and listening very silently to my talking. It took almost 35 minutes for me to share everything in detail and she was also listening very keenly and interestingly. I noticed her blushing and moving her body quite often to make herself comfortable as I could sense she was becoming hot and uncomfortable about my sharing.

I asked her, “What happened, are you okay?”

She said, “Hmm hmm, okay da, I am just thinking how you would have experienced that. Very hot da, OMG!”

And she was just smiling at me.

Far: Okay, now that is done, let’s go for a drive. I have one more client visit and then we can go for lunch. Is that okay for you?

Me: Okay, but please have this always between us, I trust you.

Far: Okay sweetheart, don’t worry. Sure sure.

And she pinched my cheeks. I was surprised because she pinched my cheeks and said this. We then left to meet another client. I was sitting in the driver’s seat and waiting for her to come back. After that client’s visit, she came back, sat on the front seat, and closed the car door. Sighed and drank water.

Far: Let’s go to Saravana Bhavan and have a nice lunch. It’s almost 2 pm.

Me: Hey, I have to leave at least start by 7 pm to reach my home. So, drop me back here on the electronic city road so that I can take some bus that passes by.

Then I drove the car straight to Saravana Bhavan on the highway. We went to a corner seat and ordered a veg meal. While eating, she was smiling at me and winking saying, “Pussy eater! Pussy eater!” and kept laughing. I was embarrassed by her teasing but still smiled and kept quiet. Now she took that curd cup and put her tongue inside the cup like licking it and winked at me. I got what she was saying and laughing.

Me: Hey, don’t do that and tease me.

Laughing continuously reminding me, she again kept licking the cup of curd and licking its rim, putting her tongue inside the cup like licking the pussy, teasing me with what I shared with her. I just smiled because I was thinking why I had told her about it. But she was a good friend of mine, so I kept quiet and laughed with her.

We left the hotel and moved to another place for a quick client’s call and almost by 5 pm, it started becoming dark because it was a winter season. You know how cold and dark it would become in Bangalore during the winter season.

We parked the car at a highway coffee shop and had a strong coffee. I was just relaxing and enjoying the drive with her though she had all client’s visits. After the coffee, she asked me to drive to a place (name not mentioned) which was slightly at the outskirts of Electronic City Highway. That place was a bit isolated area and I drove the car almost for 30 minutes, and we reached a client’s office where she had to drop a package. Now it was almost 6 pm and it was too dark when we started to return to Bangalore Electronic City.

She sat in the car and I started driving it. We bought some yogurt bottles to have them later. Now she removed her hijab and started drinking the yogurt. She gave me one also and when I opened it and started putting it on my lips, she tapped me and again teased me putting her tongue inside the bottle and started laughing, saying Pussy eater!

I became furious and she kept laughing and continued to act licking the bottle and putting her tongue inside to tease me. I just laughed along with her and she asked me this, which surprised me.

Far: Hey, tell me one thing da, how was the taste of your Lady Boss’s pussy, you didn’t describe that.

Me (I saw her surprisingly, and blushingly): Yeah, it was good, tasty, and salty, and what else? Nice and full of hair.

And I went on.

Far: So, she was not shaved?

Me: No, bushy, hairy, and sweaty when I did eat her the first time.

Far: Wow… so it was sweaty and salty, Is it? (she asked curiously)

Me: Yeah.

Far: But how? Did you like that taste, and did you eat it fully?

Me: Yeah dear, I did, I don’t know I got used now and it has been happening quite for some time now.

Far: OMG… Wow, da…

Me: Now why are you asking about this so much? I have already shared you enough, right?

Far: No da, just curious to know your experience. But how did you eat that pussy when it was sweaty and salty. (She asked this openly to my surprise.)

Me: I said, I got used to it di (I used to call her ‘Di’ or ‘dear’). It was almost more than 8 times that we are in this and I am used to it. Nowadays, I always get this desire to eat her pussy quite often and so she also uses this chance and takes advantage of me to do these femdom acts.

Far: Nowadays you get it quite often? How about now, you… get… it… now.. also… (she dragged).

I was surprised by the way she said and asked her, “What do you mean di? ‘Now’ means?”

She showed the yogurt bottle licked, put the tongue inside it, and asked again.

Far: You get it quite often, now also you get it?

Me (I just smiled and stared at her and asked): So, you mean..?

Far: I don’t know da, I am getting nervous and wet down. I don’t know what to say if you want now. You can take, mine.

I just stared at her. She smiled blushingly and pointed at her pussy. I was surprised she said this. But my desire started burning to eat this woman’s pussy also. I had no idea, what was ringing, but my desire burst out. Then I stopped the car at the side of the road, where there was no one on the road and it got dark also.

This was a kind of remote village highway full of trees that made the place very dark. I parked the car at a dark tree side of the road where no one could see our car from the rear or front. Only a few vehicles passed by rarely every 10 minutes and sometimes nothing at all.

Far: Sorry da, If I said anything wrong. But after we were discussing this since morning, my pussy started to get wet and burning itchy. You know I have not been having any sexual pleasure since my separation. Today, you triggered my desires.

Me: I don’t mind di, I know you are my dearest friend and we can share anything. I want it now if you wish.

Immediately, Fareeda touched my hand and placed it in her thighs. She pulled her seat fully back, turned slightly towards me, and gave me full control to do what I and she liked. I missed telling you about Fareeda. She was an average heighted, age approx 35, slightly padded physique, bit fair complexion, long hair that hides in her pardha and hijab scarf all the time.

Now she had removed the pardha and hijab scarf also because we were sitting inside the car at a remote place. Her boobs might be somewhat 34″-36″ because it was always hidden inside the pardha, but the big ass and nice thighs were clearly visible even in the pardha.

Now she slightly turned and opened up her legs and invited me with her eyes to take it up. I touched her nice muscular thighs and started going near it. She saw me nearing her thighs and closed her eyes. After hearing about the incident that I shared, she now wanted her desires to be fulfilled.

Then I touched her thighs, rubbed it, and slowly went near the pussy. I touched her pussy and she started shivering. I rubbed the pussy on her clothes and she started moaning. She closed her eyes and started enjoying not leaving a choice to miss out on anything. She closed her eyes but she was experiencing each and everything in-depth that I could feel.

I bent down to reach her thighs and started kissing them and giving them soft love bites. She moaned and pulled my head close to her pussy. Then I started kissing and moved to her pussy and kissed it hard on the top of the clothes, for more than 5 minutes. I could feel her pussy getting hot and wet, and the smell of the juices aroused me.

Then I hurriedly pulled her legs and made her half lay in the seat so that I could have full access to her pussy. She also slid back and stretched and spread her legs, eyes still closed. Then I lifted her pardha, and to my surprise, she was only wearing loose pants and nothing else. I didn’t know if she wore a panty. I loosened and pulled the pants in one pull. She was bare naked bottom and she knew that she was going to have the hottest time with me. She got nervous, and shy, covered her face, slid down in the seat fully spreading her legs, and gave it to me.

Now it was my turn, I could see her fair bright shaved thighs in the dim car light. Then I started licking her legs and then her thighs. She tasted so nice and salty because it was almost the end of the day and we had not freshened up till then right from the morning. It was very sweaty and hot inside the pardha and clearly, that made the taste of her thighs salty. Now I was curious how her pussy would taste.

I lifted the pardha full till her stomach and in the dim light, her bright thighs aroused me. I could see the bushy hairy pussy. Wow, what a sight it was, again a bushy hairy pussy.

Fareeda slowly lowered my head toward her pussy to eat it. I bent down and slowly rubbed the pussy with my fingers. It was already wet and I could see the beads of sweat and pussy juices on her bushy hair.

I smelled it right away and gulped it in one mouth. She jumped by this because she couldn’t take it. I started swallowing the juice drops from her hairy pussy fully in my mouth. I could feel the full bushy hair filling in my mouth, but my tongue reached out to her clit and started triggering it.

As she was asking me again and again about that incident, her pussy also was no different, a bushy hair with a taste of sweat and salty urine. I could sense the taste of urine for she had passed urine and now washed before leaving the restroom in that client’s place.

Now, her full pussy was in my mouthful and I started eating it like a hungry dog. I kept on ticking her clit, sucking her cunt lips moving the hairs with my lips. My tongue was playing and licking her clit faster and faster when I heard her moaning loudly.

We were left with no one and no disturbances because that place was so alone, with no vehicles passing by or anyone walking that way. Luckily our car got hidden in the tree side and that big banyan tree covered us from outside the road view also, and the bushed couldn’t have any clue that a car was parked there.

I continued to lick her clit and sucked her labia, cunt lips hard. She still closed her eyes and thoroughly enjoyed not leaving my head and pushing it hard to her pussy, moaning loudly. She kept on pushing my head so hard to her pussy and not sparing me to breathe sometimes. I also kept on licking, dipping my tongue deep into her pussy, tasting her juices.

A lot of juices started to ooze out from her pussy, covering my lips with her juices. Some juices even flowed down her cunt and dripped on the seat, but I didn’t stop and kept on eating it. From the lower lips of the pussy, I dragged it with my tongue and reached the top clit, sucking the clitoris. Her clit was a little big and cunt lips extra to suck nicely. Her juices still kept on dripping and I licked it every time.

I didn’t know but she still slid on the seat and I now understood her intentions. Then I reached out my tongue to her ass hole and tickled it. She moaned loudly, “Yes da! Yes da! there only..” I knew what she wanted, and started licking her ass. Her ass was clean with no hair and tasted like yogurt. She had gone for shit in the hotel and so it smelled more of what we had in the afternoon, smelly and sticky. I didn’t mind but kept licking it along the vertical movements from the ass to the top to the clit.

Now she straightened her legs and grew more hot. I could sense something more pussy juices were coming out from her pussy. She also pressed my head so hard and close to her pussy, that she was reaching for her orgasm. Her legs shivered and her hands pressed my head tightly to her pussy.

After a long drag, she squirted on my mouth and all her pussy juices were in my mouth full of her pussy juices. I didn’t leave a drop-down because I wanted that and also not dirty her car. She squirted burst out all her pussy juices in my mouth and filled it fully with juices and relaxed with a loud moan. She said, “Sorry da, I couldn’t control it. I had squirt all my pussy juices in your mouth.” The pussy juices tasted all like that yogurt that she had and urine, she had gone for a piss at the client’s place and not washed her pussy, so it smelled of urine and pussy juices.

I couldn’t talk because my mouth was full of her juices and loose hair pulled and sticking to my lips and around my mouth. Then she lifted my face, looked at my eyes, and smiled lovingly. I saw her face and opened my mouth to show her pussy juices, fill my mouth, and close at once to stop dripping in the car seat. She blushed and kissed my forehead when I was still having the juices my mouth full.

Then she pulled out the hair that was stuck in her lips and outer mouth and asked smilingly, “What are you going to do now? Spit it out, honey!”

I just smiled and gulped the full juices that were in my mouth, swallowed it, and closed my eyes. She was shocked and said, “Hey, what are you doing?! Go and spit it”, but then I had already swallowed the mouthful juice that was in my mouth.

Fareeda was dumbstruck and looked at me so surprised when I swallowed her whole mouthful of pussy juice. Her juice had a salty and metallic taste with a tint of salty urine taste also. She had not washed her pussy and so it was sticky and wet all over her pelvic area and I had to lick it all to make it clean. I liked all of it and made it clean with my tongue and she loved it. Then I spat the excess liquid in my mouth and looked at her smiling.

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Hello doston, umeed karta hu aap sab theek honge, aur din raat ladke muth aur ladkiyan fingering kar rahe honge. Main ISS ka regular reader hu, aur yaha pe aake bahut sari stories padhta hu. Yaha pe bahut log apni life ke kisse share karte hai, to maine socha mujhe bhi apni life ke kisse thode aap logon se share karne chahiye. Aur aap logon ko bhi thoda sukh dena chahiye.

Mera naam Akshit hai. 5’7″ meri height hai. Rang gora hai, and main sports person hu, to thodi sporty body hai. Aur rahi baat hathiyar ki, to 7 inch ka lund meri taango ke beech latakta rehta hai.

Waise to meri girlfriend hai. Uska naam Ankita hai. Dekhne mein itni hot and sexy figure hai, ki mera mann karta tha chodne ko, bas kahi pe bhi mujhe bas bistar dedo. Uska figure 32-30-34 hai, lekin ab uski bra ka size thoda bada ho gaya hai. Aur uska saara credit main khud hi lena chaahunga.

Waise to Ankita sexy hone ke sath-sath wife material bhi hai. Wo caring hai, and concerning nature hai uska, jo mujhe acha lagta hai. But in sab mein ek mard ko chut bhi chahiye hoti hai.chudai ke liye. Itna sexy figure hone ke bawjood wo thodi purane khayalaat ki thi, aur use sex before marriage karna nahi pasand tha. But haa, upar-upar se kabhi usne mana nahi kiya.

Mujhe jab bhi kabhi mauka milta, aur mere ghar koi nahi hota, to main use apne ghar pe bulata, aur jam kar uski chusayi karta. Main usse lund bhi chuswata. Shuru-shuru mein to sab acha chal raha tha. Lekin baad mein mujhe aur talab lagne lagi, aur lagte-lagte chut ki pyaas badne lagi.

Ab mera lund chusayi ke sath sath chut ko bhi chodna chaahta tha. But Ankita ne kabhi sehmati nahi bhari, aur maine bhi force nahi kiya.

Yaha pe entry hoti hai Rashmi ki. Rashmi ke baare mein bata du. Wo saawle rang ki ladki hai, jiska figure 32-30-34 hai.

Uski height chhoti si hai, aur Rashmi ko zyada koi bhaav nahi deta. Uski kam sundarta ki wajah se. Rashmi filhaal committed thi ek ladke ke sath, jo zyada padhaku type tha, aur Rashmi ke sath itna ghulta-milta nahi tha.

Ab story pe aate hai. Ankita aksar college jaldi aati thi, aur main bhi jaldi hi pahunch jata tha. Kyunki subah-subah jaldi college mein koi nahi hota tha, aur main is mauke ka faida utha ke class ke last bench pe use bahut choosta tha. Hum dono kiss aur smooch karte, aur main uske top ke upar se hath daal ke khoob uske doodh dabata tha, aur nipples ko pinch karta tha.

Isse wo thoda dard ke maare siskiyan leti thi. But mana nahi karti thi. Thodi der baad main apna lund nikaal leta tha, aur wo use masalte-masalte neeche jhuk jati thi desk ke. Fir wo lund muh mein lekar choosne lagti thi. Us time to main saatve aasman pe pahunch jata tha, aur uske sar par hath rakh ke use taango ki taraf dhakka deta tha.

Uske neeche hone ka kaaran kisi ko pata nahi lagta tha ki class mein mere alawa koi aur bhi hota tha ki nahi. Ankita zoro se mera lund choosti thi, aur main aankhen band karke bas maza leta tha, aur kayi baar saara maal uske muh mein hi chhodh deta tha.

Wo bahut gussa karti thi is baat par. Lekin main pyar se fusla ke muh mein hi chod deta tha har baar.

Ankita: Yaar ye tumhara har baar ka hai. Tum mere muh mein hi saara maal chhodh dete ho. Kitni baar kaha hai mujhe nahi pasand ye sab.

Me: Arre Ankita dear, ye to pyar hai mera tumhare muh mein. Ab chut mein to tum leti nahi ho, to muh mein hi de sakta hu.

Ankita thoda gussa hui, aur shant ho gayi. Pata to mujhe bhi tha ki use lund choosna pasand tha. To jitna marzi gussa kar le, maal to uske muh mein hi jayega. Ye sab hamara roz ka ho gaya tha. Ek din jab Ankita lund choos rahi thi, to main ankhen band karke aaram se baitha tha, aur suddenly mere saamne Rashmi aake khadi ho gayi.

Kyunki wo us din kisi kaam se college se jaldi aa gayi thi. Jaise hi maine usko saamne dekha, main darr sa gaya, aur meri aankhen badi ho gayi. Par use nahi pata tha ki desk ke neeche Ankita thi, aur mera lund uske muh mein tha, aur wo maze se choos rahi thi.

Jaise hi usne mujhe dekha, wo poochne lagi: Kya ho gaya? Tere chehre ka rang kyun udd gaya. Aur tu akela kyun baitha hai? Teri Ankita kaha hai?

To mujhe kuch samajh nahi aaya ki main kya karu. Maine bol diya ki wo late ayegi. Aur idhar Ankita ne lund chusayi ki speed badha di thi, aur meri aankhen band se hone lagi. Is baar Ankita ne mere tatto ko pakad liya, aur fir mera maal nikla, aur orgasm face ban gaya Rashmi ke saamne.

Rashmi samajh to gayi thi ki chal kya raha tha. Usne thodi der meri aankhon mein dekha, aur maine aankhen neeche kar li, aur fir wo chali gayi. Wo darwaze ke baahar khadi hoke mujhe dekhne lagi. Tabhi Ankita desk ke neeche se upar ho gayi.

Ankita ka muh ek-dum mere maal se bhara hua tha. Thoda uske lips ke around laga hua tha, aur baal ek-dum bikhre hue the. Rashmi ne ye sab dekh liya, aur waha se chali gayi. Ab Rashmi ki chut mein khujli si hone lagi thi. Ye mujhe baad mein pata chala.

Rashmi ne jo dekha wo use andekha nahi kar sakti thi. Aakhir thi to wo bhi ek ladki, aur chut uske paas bhi thi. To college mein lecture ke dauran mere right pe Ankita baithi thi, aur left pe Rashmi.

Rashmi ne In the middle of the lecture neeche se hath nikala, aur mere lund pe rakh diya. Maine ise casually liya. Mujhe laga Ankita ne kiya hoga. Kyunki boring lecture mein use kabhi fun karne ki iccha hoti hai, to wo aisa kar deti hai.

Main bina neeche dekhe maze lene lag gaya. Fir dheere-dheere meri pant ki zip khuli, aur hath andar daal ke usne mera lund baahar nikaal liya. Main thoda shak mein tha kyunki Ankita ne kabhi lund baahar nahi nikala tha lecture ke beech mein. Fir dheere-dheere Rashmi mere lund ko sehlane lagi.

Maine jab neeche dekha to hairan ho gaya. Ye hath Ankita ka nahi tha, balki Rashmi ka tha. Ab mujhe darr lag raha tha kyunki Ankita sath mein baithi thi, aur kahi Ankita bhi mera lund na pakad le, aur inke hath na takra jaye. But Ankita khadi hui, aur toilet ka keh kar teacher se permission lekar chali gayi.

Maine turant Rashmi ki taraf dekha. Kyunki main bol nahi sakta Lecture mein, warna teacher khada karke sawaal karti, aur main apna lund baahar nikaal ke khada nahi ho sakta tha.

Fir jaise maine Rashmi ki taraf dekha, usne halki si smile di, aur pen neeche gira diya, aur uthane ke liye jhuk gayi. Pen to bahana tha. Wo jaise hi desk ke neeche gayi, usne seedha mera lund pe attack kiya. Usne mere lund ke supade ko peeche kiya, aur jaldi se muh mein le liya, aur zor-zor se choosne lagi.

Main hairan reh gaya ki ye kya ho raha tha mere sath. Upar se itna maza aa raha tha, ki kya batau. Rashmi lund ko bina daant lagaye choosne lag gayi, kissi professional ki tarah. Main saatve asmaan pe tha, aur zor-zor se Rashmi se lund chuswa raha tha.

Wo lips ke sath-sath apni tongue ko mere poore lund pe fira rahi thi, aur fir baahar nikaalti, aur fir use thodi der dekhti. Uske baad wo lund firse muh mein daal leti. Itne mein mera paani nikalne wala ho gaya, aur maine uske sir pe hath rakh ke use neeche daba diya.

Rashmi ne seedha deepthroat kiya, aur saara maal uske muh mein. Usne bina kuch bole saara maal pee liya, aur chaat-chaat ke mere lund ko saaf kiya. Fir wapas mera lund usne izzat ke sath wapas rakh diya. Wo meri life ka best blowjob tha, aur main bayaan nahi kar sakta ki kitna maza aaya tha.

Uske baad mere Rashmi ko leke saare thoughts hi badal gaye. Fir usne mere kaan mein dheere se kaha-

Rashmi: Bahut tasty tha, kal main aur piyungi.

Ye sun ke mera mann aur kharaab ho gaya, aur main pagal sa hone laga. Uske baad saara din mera dhyan Ankita pe nahi tha balki Rashmi mein tha. Kabhi main uske doodh dekhta, kabhi uski gaand dekhta. Bas aise hi saara din nikal gaya.

Ye tha meri story ka pehla part. Baaki ki story part 2 mein aapke saamne aayegi, ki kaise maine Rashmi ki chut maari, aur fir uske naa kehne pe bhi uski gaand ko chaat-chaat ke choda. Agar aapko ye story pasand aaye to please apni feedback is Email address pe zaroor dijiye. Ye story poori sach hai mere college time ki, aur bahut saari stories on the way hai.