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The next day was the last dubbing session. So she dressed in a low-necked and open-backed salwar kameez with skin-tight bottoms. She went to the studio and waited for Rahul. He arrived a few minutes late, looking as handsome as ever. Their eyes met, and there was an unspoken understanding between them.

They both knew what had happened the previous day was strictly professional. They went into the dubbing studio and waited for the director to arrive. After a few minutes, to their surprise, the director came along with the producer.

The producer said, “The director told me about your dubbing, Pushpa. I have to say I’m very impressed. Your voice is just perfect for the heroine.” My Mom was surprised and flattered. “Thank you so much, sir. It’s an honour to work with such a talented team.”

Rahul smiled and nodded in agreement. The producer said, “Since it’s the final session, I want to supervise the dubbing.”

My Mom went inside the booth, and Rahul sat before the music console. Before the session was about to start, the director said, “Rahul, I’ll handle the console. You go and help Pushpa like yesterday. The producer wants the voice to be more intimate and realistic.”

Rahul nodded and walked inside the booth. He sat beside my Mom and took her hand in his. The producer through the mic, “Don’t mind us, just be comfortable and dub as naturally as you did yesterday. We’ll let you know if we need anything.” Rahul squeezed her hand gently, giving her strength and support.

The scene started from the sequence they completed yesterday. The hero again kissed the heroine. So Rahul made my Mom sit on his lap and planted some kisses on her back. My Mom moaned softly into the mic, making the sound effects more realistic.

Then my Mom turned back and offered him a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced wildly in their mouths. The director and the producer were getting ready for a show. As the scene progressed, Rahul had to make my Mom dub a number of scenes.

He held her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while his hands roamed over her body. My Mom felt herself growing increasingly aroused as they continued. Her heart was racing, and her breath was coming in short gasps. Then, in the movie, the hero undresses the heroine.

Rahul took this as his cue. He slowly untied the knot at my Mom’s neck, revealing her bare shoulder. He trailed his fingers down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he reached the cuff of her sleeve.

With gentle yet insistent movements, he slid it up her arm, revealing more of her toned and smooth skin. My Mom closed her eyes, savouring the sensation of his touch and the growing warmth between her legs. As he continued to undress her, Rahul moved to her side, kneeling beside her.

He untied the drawstring at her waist, pulling her bottoms down her hips and exposing her toned thighs. My Mom let out a soft moan, arching her back into his touch. He lowered the bottoms further, revealing her shapely calves and, finally, her feet.

He took a step back, admiring the view before him. My Mom was in her bra and panties now. Her long, braided hair fell over her shoulder. Her eyes closed as she took deep breaths. He walked around her, circling her waist with his arm. Then, sliding his hand up her back, feeling the silk of her bra.

He hooked his finger under the strap. He slowly pulled it down her shoulder, revealing the curve of her breast. My Mom covered her breasts by crossing her arms over her chest. Her cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of standing half-naked in front of him.

Meanwhile, the director and producer were watching from the control room. “It’s okay,” Rahul whispered, his voice rough with desire. “You look beautiful.” He moved closer to open her arms, gently guiding them down to her sides, revealing her breasts. He was amazed at how perfect they looked.

They were full and round, her nipples hard and dusky-coloured. He couldn’t believe she was 40 years old. My Mom bit her lip, feeling self-conscious but excited by the way he was looking at her. His gaze was filled with hunger, his pupils dilated, and his breathing shallow.

He couldn’t believe he was finally able to see her like this. He bent down and started kissing her breasts, flicking his tongue across her nipples and making her gasp. His hands roamed all over her body, caressing every inch of her smooth, creamy skin.

He felt her tense as he moved lower, his fingers tracing the line of her panties, teasing her before finally dipping inside. My Mom let out a cry as his fingers slid between her wet folds. Her body shuddered at the contact. He looked up at her, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before he returned to his task.

His fingers moved deeper, finding her entrance and slowly easing inside. My Mom moaned loudly. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she arched her back, pushing herself against him. He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb brushing against her clit.

My Mom felt a tightness growing deep inside her, a tingling sensation building between her legs. Rahul added a second finger, his thumb still moving in slow, circular motions against her clit. The sensation was becoming too much for her. My Mom knew she wouldn’t last long.

Her whole body shook, and her breath came in gasps. He continued to work his fingers inside her, his other hand gripping her hip and holding her steady. Rahul could sense that she was close. He leaned forward, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear, “That’s it, baby. Just let go.”

My Mom let out a long moan as her orgasm washed over her, her body trembling with pleasure. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she rode the waves of her release. In the scene, the hero was licking the heroine’s pussy.

So Rahul made my Mom sit on the chair and spread her legs wide. The director and the producer were getting ready for ‘the action.’ He knelt between her legs, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at her. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse.

My Mom blushed, biting her lip as she watched him move closer. He planted a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh. His fingers traced a line along her skin before stopping at her panties. It was soaking wet with her juices. He could see the outline of her swollen lips through the fabric.

He slowly pulled the panties down her legs, revealing her pussy in all its glory. My Mom blushed, feeling embarrassed and exposed. But the hunger in his eyes only increased. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, her lips dusky brown and glistening with her juices.

He moved closer, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of her arousal. My Mom could feel his breath on her skin, making her shiver with anticipation. He licked his lips. His hands rested on her thighs as he leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh.

My Mom bit her lip, her body tense with desire. She watched him move closer and closer to her pussy, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. He finally touched his lips to her pussy, kissing it gently before running his tongue along her lips.

She gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth, her eyes wide. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. He was relentless, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, his hands gripping her thighs and holding her steady. He moved lower, his tongue slipping inside her and exploring her depths.

My Mom moaned loudly, her hands reaching down and tangling in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his neck and locked him in place. He sucked on her lips, his tongue teasing her clit and driving her crazy. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She closed her eyes.

Letting herself get lost in the sensation while dubbing her voice into the mic, “Ah, aah.” Her voice sounded desperate, pleading. He continued his assault, his tongue moving faster and faster until she was right on the edge. My Mom held on, wanting to make it last as long as possible.

Her hips moved in sync with his movements, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream. He was tongue-fucking my Mom, and she was loving every second of it. Finally, she could hold back no longer. With a loud moan, her body tensed.

Her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure washing through every inch of her. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, her legs trembling as she rode out the intense sensation. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her chest heaving and her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Wow,” she whispered, “That was… amazing.” He grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You taste so good,” he said, kissing her inner thigh before standing up. He was passionately kissing her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

The director and producer seemed very satisfied with the scene. They asked them to continue dubbing the audio. They moved on to the next scene, where the hero makes love to the heroine. My Mom had to bring out the exact emotions while dubbing her voice into the microphone.

So Rahul made my Mom to lie on the sofa. He then took off his shirt and pants. He was wearing boxer shorts, which were also removed. My Mom blushed when she saw this much younger guy completely naked in front of her with a huge erection. She was getting aroused just by looking at him.

My Mom then slowly opened her legs, inviting him to her entrance. He climbed on top of her, his bare chest pressing against her breasts. His hard cock was already leaking precum, and she could feel its warmth against her inner thigh. He looked into her eyes and smiled before kissing her softly on the lips.

Their tongues tangled together as he moved lower to her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin. She arched her back, her hands running through his hair, her body craving more contact with him. He continued to kiss and nip at her neck. His hips moved between her legs, rubbing his dick against her wet folds.

My Mom let out a soft moan, her body trembling with desire. He was teasing her, driving her wild with anticipation. Finally, my Mom got hold of his hard cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance. He let out a deep groan as she slowly impaled herself on him, their hips meeting in a hard thrust.

The sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He started moving slowly, his hips meeting hers in a rhythmic dance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Their skin slapped together, the sound echoing in the room.

My Mom arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. She gasped for breath, her eyes rolling back in her head. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slapping against her with each stroke.

She could feel the pressure building inside her, the urge to cum, overwhelming. He bent down to kiss her, his lips soft and demanding. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. He was kissing and fucking my Mom at the same time. She was loving every second of it.

He then pulled his cock out and made her on all fours. He slapped her ass cheeks hard, making her moan. He then positioned himself and was rubbing his hard cock against her wet pussy lips. She was so turned on that she could feel the wetness dripping down her inner thighs.

Finally, he thrust forward, penetrating her deeply. He was so big that it stretched her tight pussy, making her gasp for breath. He started moving slowly, his hips meeting hers in a sensual rhythm. He was fucking her slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size.

My Mom arched her back, her hands clutching at the sofa, her breasts swaying freely. She looked back over her shoulder at him, their eyes locking. He smiled at her, seeing the desire in her eyes.

Rahul got hold of her long braided hair and gently pulled her back towards him, deepening the connection between them. She rolled her hair on his wrists and was pulling her closer. My Mom felt his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room. He reached around, cupping her ass cheek in his hand, and slapped it hard, making her cry out. He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding.

She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her orgasm building inside her. “I want to ride you now, Rahul,” she said, her voice shaking with desire. She got off the sofa and turned around, presenting her naked body to him. He smiled approvingly and sat on the couch.

“Pushpa, ride me hard,” he said, his voice husky. My Mom climbed onto him, her legs straddling his hips. He guided his cock to her entrance, and she lowered herself onto him slowly, taking him deep inside her. She let out a moan as he filled her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their skin slippery with sweat.

She started moving, her hips rocking back and forth, riding him hard. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, feeling her body slide up and down his shaft. She leaned forward, resting her weight on his thighs. Her breasts swayed just above his face.

She was in control now, her movements setting the pace as she rode him for all she was worth. Her pussy was tight and wet. Each time she came down on him, he felt a jolt of pleasure that seemed to shoot straight to his core. He could tell she was close, could feel the tension building in her body.

He started thrusting harder, faster, meeting her movements with equal force. He kissed her neck, sucking on her skin. She arched her back, moaning loudly. He could feel her orgasm building, could sense the way her muscles began to quiver around his cock.

He reached up, cupping her breast in his hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers as she rode him harder, faster. My Mom was bouncing like a pro, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. She was so wet, so hot. She was taking him deep, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice.

He groaned, feeling his orgasm building, feeling the power of it coursing through his veins. He looked up at her, their eyes locked, and knew that he was going to lose control. He held on tight, feeling her body shudder as her orgasm crashed over them both.

Her pussy squeezed him so tightly that he felt like he was about to explode. My Mom said, “I want you to cum inside me, baby. I want to feel you fill me up.” Her words sent a shiver down his spine. She increased the pace, riding him harder, faster, her breasts slapping against his chest.

Bouncing up and down on his lap, she was in complete control. Finally, Rahul gripped her tightly, giving one last harder and deeper thrust into her pussy. “Yes, yes!” she cried out, arching her back, digging her nails into his shoulders. She let out her final moan as she felt him pulse inside her.

He cum a huge load into her, feeling every muscle in her body clench around him as she milked his orgasm from him. He held her tight, his fingers digging into her hips as they both caught their breath. My Mom kept sitting on his lap with his still-hard cock buried deep inside her.

She was feeling it twitch and throb as it began to soften slowly. She wanted to feel his cock softening inside her, wanted to feel every last bit of his cum draining out of her. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, their tongues dancing together.

“That was incredible, Rahul. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” She began to slide off his lap, but he held her hips tightly. “Let my cock stay inside you a little longer. I want to feel it softening inside you.” She smiled at his words and settled back against him, their naked bodies pressed together.

Rahul wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. He could feel his cock starting to soften inside her. But it still held onto her tightly, refusing to let go entirely. He kissed her neck, tracing his lips down to her collarbone.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair. “And so sexy.” My Mom replied, “Hmmm, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” She let out a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms.

Finally, his softened cock slipped free from her, leaving a trail of his seed inside her. She let out a small moan, feeling the last of him leave her body.

The director and the producer came in and started congratulating my Mom, rubbing her bare back. “That was amazing, Pushpa. Exactly the voice we were looking for. You’re a natural.” They high-fived each other and thanked her profusely.

My Mom, still naked, sitting on Rahul’s lap, blushed. She felt embarrassed and yet proud of herself at the same time. She leaned into Rahul, grateful for his support and the warmth of his body. The producer teasingly slapped her fluffy bottom.

He said, “And that ass! Oh my God, you would have been a top star if you had entered the industry!” Everyone in the room laughed, and my Mom giggled nervously. The director then cupped her boobs and teasingly said, “You could still be a star with these.”

“No sir, I’m fine with my job and being a Mom,” my Mom replied, feeling more and more self-conscious. The director playfully pinched her nipples, making her gasp. “Oh, I think you could handle both.” Rahul then slid his fingers and playfully pinched and pulled her clit.

“Ahhh!” my Mom yelled out, arching her back into his touch. The room erupted in laughter. “Oh, it seems our little Pushpa is still quite the actress,” the producer said with a grin. “And a very naughty one too.” She laughed and chatted with them and left the studio with a very lucrative paycheck.

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Ye un dino ki baat hai, jab main college mein padha karta tha. Us time main 1st year mein tha. Hamari class mein ek ladki thi Meera name ki. Wo bahut ameer khandan se thi. Uska rang doodh ki tarah gora tha. Uske boobs medium size se thode bade the. Jis time main college mein tha, us time ladkiyan skirt pehan kar aati thi.

Wo tight fitting wali shirt pehan kar aati thi. Mere dost to jaan-boojh kar uske sath baithte the, taaki wo shirt ke button ke beech mein jo gap hota hai, usme se andar ka nazara dekh sake. Fitting wali shirt, skirt, aur gora rang use aur bhi sexy banata tha.

Sabhi ladke uske aage-peeche ghoomte rehte the. Aur Meera bhi un ladkon se maze leti rehti thi. Lekin ladkon ko limit cross karne nahi deti thi. Jo bhi limit cross karta tha use ache se daant deti thi. Mujhe to bahut sharam aati thi uske paas jaane mein, to main sirf use door se hi dekhta tha. Poori class mein sabse shant rehne wala bachha main hi tha. Kahani yaha se shuru hoti hai.

Hamare college ki chutti 4 baje hoti thi. Chhuti hone ke 5 minute pehle hi class mein ek circular aaya ki ab se ladkiyan skirt ki jagah pant pehnengi. Teacher ne sabhi ladkiyon se kaha ki ab se skirt pehanna band college mein. Thodi der baad Meera mere paas aayi apna bag lekar, aur mere sath wali seat par baith gayi. Wo boli-

Meera: Tumhara English ka homework complete hai?

Me: Haa, mera complete hai.

Meera: Mujhe apni notebook dedo. Main tumhe kal de doongi.

Me: Theek hai le jao.

Meera ne meri notebook apne bag mein rakh li, aur fir meri taraf dekhne lagi aur boli-

Meera: Tum itne alag kyun rehte ho sab se? Aur mujhse kabhi baat karne aate hi nahi tum to?

Me: Arre! Kuch nahi bas aise hi (sharmaate hue bola main).

Meera: Baaki ladkon ko dekho mere aas-paas madhu-makkhi ki tarah mandrate rehte hai (wo hass kar boli).

Me: Wo mujhe thodi sharam aati hai tumhare paas aane mein.

Meera: Haa mujhe pata hai (smile karte hue boli). Baaki ladkon ka bhi mujhe pata hai ki wo kyun aate hai mere paas. Lekin tum mujhe sabse ache ladke lagte ho poori class mein. Tumhara mann bahut saaf hai.

Main sharmate hue hass pada. Itne mein chhuti ki ghanti baj gayi, aur saare bachhe bag utha kar ghar jaane lage.

Meera: Tum ghar kaise jaate ho?

Me: Wo papa lene aate hai. Lekin aaj mummy-papa dono kisi ke yaha shaadi mein gaye hai, to mujhe bus se hi jana padega.

Meera: Chalo aaj tumhe main ghar chhodh doongi. Lekin uske liye tumhe aadhe ghante tak mere sath rukna padega. Wo driver thoda late aayega aaj. Wo pehle papa ko airport drop karke fir mujhe lene aaega

Me: Theek hai, main ruk jaunga.

Chhutti ki ghanti bajte hi poora college 5 minute mein khaali ho gaya tha. Thodi der mein peon bhaiya aaye classroom lock karne ke liye. To Meera ne bataya ki hame aadhe ghante mein driver lene aane wala tha.

Wo bolte: Theek hai, main college ke main gate ke paas waale room mein hi baithta hu. Jab jao to bata dena main room lock kar doonga.

Ye bol kar peon bhaiya chale gaye.

Meera: Chalo peeche corner wali seat par baithte hai. Ab aadhe ghante tak tumhare sath baat karungi main aur tumhari sharam door karungi.

Meera ne classroom ka darwaza andar se lock kar diya aur boli-

Meera: Ab hame koi disturb nahi karega. Aur driver uncle ka jab call aayega ye darwaza tabhi khulega. Aaj tumhe mujhse koi nahi bacha payega (ye bol kar hasne lagi wo).

Aur main ye sun kar aur sharma gaya. Main jitna sharma raha tha, usko utna hi maza aa raha tha. Wo mere paas aa kar baith gayi.

Meera: To sach-sach batao, main kaisi lagti hu tumhe?

Me: Theek lagti ho.

Meera: Sach batao, warna ghar jaane nahi doongi tumhe.

Me: Bahut achi lagti ho tum.

Meera: Ab to mujhe skirt ki jagah pant pehan kar aana padega. Main skirt mein zyada achi dikhti hu ya pant mein zyada achi dikhungi?

Me (sharmate hue bola): Dono mein ek jaisi dikhogi tum.

Meera (usne mere jhuke hue face ko apni taraf mod kar kaha): Dono mein se ek cheez batao.

Me: Skirt mein.

Meera (haste hue boli): Thank you. Tumhara kabhi mann kiya hai ye jaanne ka ki skirt ke andar kya hai?

Main shock ho gaya tha ye sun kar. Meri heartbeat tez ho gayi thi.

Meera: Dekho agar tum kuch bologe nahi to main kabhi baat nahi karungi tumse. Jo bhi mann mein hai wo bejhijak ho kar bol do. Aise mauke baar-baar nahi milte

Me (maine socha baat to sahi hai. Maine saari sharam ko side kiya aur sab kuch sach-sach bola): Haa mann to karta hai jaanne ka, lekin kabhi mauka hi nahi mila.

Meera: Aaj tumhe sab pata chal jayega.

Fir Meera ne mera hath pakda aur apni skirt ke andar le gayi, aur apni panty par rakh diya, aur dabane ke liye bola. Fir maine dabaya aur ache se usko rub karne laga. Mere rub karne se usko bhi maza aane laga.

Meera boli: Meri panty ke andar hath daal kar rub karo.

Aisa karne se use aur bhi zyada maza aane lag gaya. Uski pussy bahut soft aur garam thi.

Wo boli: Apni sabse badi ungli meri pussy mein daalo, aur use tab tak rub karte raho jab tak meri pussy mein se paani na nikle.

Main ungli daal kar rub karna start karta hu aur uski awaaz nikalni start ho jati hai.

Meera: Ouch… aur zor se karo, aaah, aur zor se.

Uski ye awaaze sun kar main aur excited ho jata hu. Aur main aur zor se rub karne lagta hu. Uski awaaz aur tez ho jati hai. Uski ye awaaz sun kar itna maza aata hai mujhe, jo aaj tak kabhi nahi aaya tha. Fir uski pussy se paani nikal jata hai.

Main pussy rub karna band kar deta hu, aur wo bhi shant ho jati hai, aur mujhe gale laga leti hai. Main bhi usko kass kar pakad leta hu. Gale lagte time uske boobs meri chhaati ko touch kar rahe hote hai.

Meera: Mere boobs tumhe chubh to nahi rahe (wo maze lekar poochti hai)?

Me: Arre nahi-nahi. Bahut soft feel ho rahe hai aur maza bhi aa raha hai

Meera (haste hue): Chalo tumhari sharam to khatam hui.

Meera meri godi mein baith jati hai meri taraf muh karke, aur dono taange left aur right side mein karke kuch is tarah baithti hai ki uski pussy aur mera lund upar neeche hote hai. Uske boobs bilkul mere chehre ke saamne the.

Meera: To dekhna chaahoge is soft cheez ko?

Me: Haa zaroor.

Meera: Theek hai, khud hi khol kar dekh lo. Aaj sab tumhara hai.

Maine ek-ek karke uski shirt ke button khole. Usne black bra pehni hui thi. Uske boobs itne bade the ki bra se bhi thode baahar nikal rahe the. Aur black bra ki wajah se boobs aur bhi gore dikh rahe the. Boob dekhte hi maine unko apne hatho se dabana shuru kar diya tha.

Meera: Inko bas hatho se dabate hi rahoge ya inko suck bhi karoge?

Maine uski bra kholne ke liye peeche hath le gaya, lekin mujhse wo khuli hi nahi.

Meera (maze lete hue hass kar boli): Bra kholna seekh lo, aage bahut kaam aayega.

Meera ne bra khol ke utaar kar side mein rakh di. Usko kabhi bina bra ke dekhne ko milega ye maine sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha. Fir maine ek hath se right boob ko dabaya, aur doosre hath se left boob ko pakad kar uske Pinkish nipple ko suck karne laga.

Jaise hi maine uske nipple to suck karna shuru kiya, usne apne dono hath mere sir par rakhe, aur boobs ki taraf dabane lagi aur boli-

Meen: Aahhh, aur suck karo mere nipple ko. Dono ko suck karo baari-baari se.

Maine suck kiya baari-baari se dono nipples ko. Wo aur excited ho rahi thi, aur mere baalon mein hath fer kar mere sir ko boobs ki taraf aur zor se push karne lagi. Ye karte time meri pant mein mera lund hard hota jaa raha tha. Fir mera hard lund use panty ke andar feel ho raha tha. Wo meri lap se uth gayi, aur mujhe bhi khade ho jaane ke liye bola.

Meera: Tumne mujhe bahut excited kar diya hai. Ab tumhe meri saari desires poori karni hogi.

Meera table par baith gayi, aur apni dono taange khol kar mujhe skirt ke andar jaane ka ishara kiya. Maine uski skirt uthayi aur uski gori-gori thighs ko kis karna shuru kiya. Thighs par kis karte-karte dheere-dheere pussy ki aur badhne laga. Fir uski panty utaar kar uski pussy ko kiss karne laga.

Meera boli: Isme apni tongue daalo aur suck karo isko.

Maine tongue daal kar suck karna shuru kiya. Wo apne dono hath mere sar par rakh kar apni pussy ki taraf dabane lagi. Jaise-jaise main apni tongue daal kar suck kar raha tha, waise-waise uski cheekhein  nikal rahi thi.

Meera: Aahh… Rukna mat… aur suck karo ahhh.

Aakhri lambi cheekh maar kar usne mere baalon ko pakad kar mere sar ko peeche kiya, aur khade ho kar mujh kass kar gale laga liya. Uske nange boobs mujhe apni shirt ke upar se bhi feel ho rahe the. Fir thodi der tak wo mujhe kass kar gale laga kar khadi rahi. Thodi der baad maine bola-

Me: Hamara hug dhang se ho nahi paa raha. Beech mein kapde aa rahe hai.

Meera: To utaar do kapde.

Main apni shirt, pant, aur underwear bhi utaar kar poora nanga khada ho gaya uske saamne. Usne bhi apni skirt utaar di. Thodi der tak nangi Meera ko dekha maine, aur sochne laga ki itni sundar ladki ke sath ye sab karne ko milega, maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.

Nangi Meera ko dekh kar mera lund full khada ho gaya tha. Ye dekh kar wo muskurane lagi, aur firse gale lag gayi. Is baar uska ek-ek body part mere shareer se touch ho raha tha. Uska shareer mere shareer ke mukable zyada garam tha.

Ek hath se maine usko kamar se padka, aur doose hath se uski gaand ko apne lund ki taraf dabaya. Uska shareer bahut soft aur garam tha, dabane mein bahut maza aa raha tha. Mann kar raha tha bas aise hi daba kar kass kar gale laga rahu.

Aage ki story part-2 mein continue karenge.

Hi, I am Madhusudhan from Bangalore. I have written 20+ stories already, which you can read here. I’m here to narrate a true incident of one of my story readers. Comments and anyone for a real relationship can ping mat [email protected]

Hi, Dears. Every woman (and man) wants to be faithful to their spouses. But it’s the time which you spend with each other that keeps them faithful or not. Mine is also one such experience. Let’s get into the story without keeping you waiting.

I’m Geeta, 30 years old now. I hail from Shimoga, which is a beautiful hill station in Karnataka. People from hilly regions are always more attractive, charming and funny. I’m no exception to that. I’m 5.4” in height and weigh 58 kg. I will let your dream decide my structure.

I got married at the beginning of 2021 (Covid batch). I was 27, and that was the time when things were getting back to normal. Me and my hubby are both working in the IT field in Bangalore. But since it was during Covid, we were in WFH.

We were young, energetic and newly married living in a hill station. You can understand what we will be doing often. Yes, we had wonderful sex as and when we had the time. There were no limits to it, and it was always not fucking.

At times, we would have a 5-minute break between meetings. My hubby will kiss and grope my boobs and leave. I will also do the same. There are times I have kept his cock in my mouth when he is in a meeting. I tease him by taking it deep inside, especially when he is actively talking in the meeting.

We always had bite marks on our bodies. My lips were always swollen during that period. We were very active in bed and decided not to have kids for a few years. So we were enjoying life to the fullest.

Both of us don’t drink or smoke or party. We enjoy life by roaming around, watching movies, cuddling, and talking to each other.

But finally, by April/May ’21, Covid stopped completely. My husband got an opportunity to go onsite. It was a short-term trip at that time for 8 to 10 months. So there was no option for me to join him. But unless he takes this trip, he will find it difficult to get another onsite soon.

So we decided not to miss this opportunity. From that day till the day before he left for the US, we had 3 to 8 times of fucking every day. It later made me feel bad, as that much fun had made me literally starve for sex in the coming days. We kept chatting or doing video calls whenever possible.

But I never liked the idea of watching each of us nude in video and satisfy ourselves. There is no thrill in that. So, after a month, my craving for sex peaked. I openly confessed to my hubby that I needed him with me as soon as possible.

He couldn’t do anything apart from explaining to me why he couldn’t come back soon without any proper reason. (Emergency leave in the need to have sex is not part of any company culture, wtf). I did control my desires.

Finally, the day came when I was asked to come to Bangalore. Work from the office 2-3 days a week, and the rest of the days will be WFH. Shimoga is 300 km from Bangalore. Hence, I took a PG in a Flat with 2 more roommates. Both of whom are also working in the IT field.

Life became normal, and I was no longer newlywed. My boobs have become 2 inches bigger than what they used to be. My ass increased by an inch (of course, because of the sex we had before my hubby went abroad). Days became weeks, and 6 months got over just like that.

It was the last week of Oct ’21. One day, my hubby called me and said one of his colleagues was coming back to Bangalore in a week as his onsite was over. And he will hand over some things to him. (Some lingerie, dresses for me and sweets for the family).

On a Wednesday morning around 11 am, I got a call from an unknown number.

Him: Hi, is it Geeta?

Me: Who’s it?

Him: I’m Ashok, a friend of your hubby. I wanted to hand over the things which he gave me.

Me: Oh, sorry. My hubby didn’t share your number and, hence, couldn’t realize it was you. Also, I wasn’t expecting you to call this immediately after landing.

Ashok: It’s ok. Not at all a problem.

Me: I’m actually in the middle of work now and not sure when I will be available. Is it fine, if we can meet on Saturday?

Ashok: Absolutely, take care bye.

Me: Bye.

Nov’21 first week was Diwali, and all my flatmates had gone to native. I was alone, staying in the room for the weekend. On Saturday, around 2 pm, when I was washing my clothes, I got a call from Ashok.

Ashok: Hi Geeta, how are you?

Me: I’m good, Ashok.

Ashok: I’m coming towards BTM around 5 pm and can travel to HSR to hand over the things.

Me: Sure, let me know once you are in BTM, and we can meet someplace nearby

But as a lazy ass, I slept immediately after lunch. He called me around 5 pm, and I missed his call. I woke up at 6 and saw his missed call and called him back. He was already in HSR by that time. I apologized and said let’s catch up at my place.

It will take a lot of time for me to get ready after this. I didn’t want to make him wait. I was in a tee and skirt. The top 2 buttons of my T-shirt were open, which I didn’t realize at first. He came around 6:30 pm. I greeted him and gave him a cup of coffee.

He kept looking at my cleavage all that time. We spoke for an hour or so about multiple things. He seemed to be a really nice guy and a good friend to me, too. It was almost 8, and I was hungry. So we decided to go to a nearby hotel which was 10 minutes from my flat. We decided he would go to his place from there.

I freshened up and got ready in my room. I told him to use my roommate’s restroom. Their bra and panties were lying, and he happened to see them. I came back in jeans and a black sleeveless top. We went to the hotel, again chatted for sometime and had our dinner.

Is being in Bangalore a luck or curse? It started raining, and we both cursed the rain. It looked like the rain wouldn’t stop anytime soon, so we came back to my place on his bike. We were completely drenched. To our bad luck, power had gone, and we were in the dark.

I took a towel, gave it to him and told him to dry himself. I went to my bedroom. While on the way, I hit a wooden chair and fell, it did hurt me slightly. I don’t know if it was the longing to be touched by someone or to act in front of a stranger. I acted like it hurt so much, and he came to lift me.

While doing so, he ended up touching my back and side of my boobs. It made me so aroused. (Not sure why I acted so bitchy that day). Then, he helped me go to the room where I could dry myself. (This time, again, he touched me, and I guess he also got aroused by the situation).

Ashok: Geeta, your dress is so wet. If you sit on the bed, it will also become wet. You won’t be able to sleep at night, or you will end up getting a cold fever.

Geeta: That’s ok. I can’t even stand properly, and it will be difficult to change dress in this situation.

Ashok: If you don’t mind, I can help you change the dress.

Geeta: No, no, not possible. Please leave the room. I will manage somehow

After a minute of trying, I felt what if he came inside and undressed me. Since it was dark, I thought he wouldn’t be able to see me properly, so that nothing would happen. I was daring to do such an act that day

Geeta: Aah!

Ashok: What happened?

Geeta: I can’t remove my dress. It’s a pain in my back as well. Looks like I got hit there as well. (It was a lie)

Ashok: I’m coming inside. This is why I said I will help you out.

Saying so, without waiting for me, he put a hand near my belly on my tees and moved it up. While his hands were moving up, it touched the nipple of my boobs. I let out a slight “Sshhh” moan. He also must have gotten horny with that. He started to press my boobs a little harder this time.

I was so aroused I kept murmuring to myself, “Please don’t do this, Ashok, this is wrong.” I don’t even know if he heard what I said. He moved closer to me and started to kiss my lips. I didn’t open my mouth.

Ashok: Geeta, your lips look so beautiful, like a pink flower. I want to taste them. Please open your mouth and give me your tongue.

I obeyed him and opened my mouth. We lip-locked for a few minutes, and then he started to kiss all over my face. He literally was licking me everywhere. I was feeling more and more horny with his act. Then he started to kiss my neck by keeping a hand on my waist.

That’s when I fell entirely for him. I put my hands inside his hair, which gave him a signal that I was also passionate about having sex with him. He kept kissing my neck, then kissed near my boobs. I lay down in bed upside down out of shame.

He came on top and started to kiss from the start of my ass and moved up in my spinal cord. He kept kissing me till he reached the neck. He unhooked the bra, started to kiss the side of my boobs. I completely surrendered myself to him.

He turned me, removed the bra from my shoulders and started to suck my boobs. He started with his mouth on the right and his hand on the left. He kept exchanging positions so that he gave equal importance to both of them. He played separately on my nipples initially.

He then bit the boobs without the nipples, came to the bottom of the boobs and kissed me. I inserted my hands inside his t-shirt and was playing with his nipples. Then removed it gently, and we got into lip lock again for some time.

While kissing me on the lips, his hands went inside my panty and touched my pussy. I used to shave once a week. It was neither too hairy nor clean. It was easy for him to find the hole and insert his fingers. He started to finger fuck me for a few minutes while kissing my lips and boobs.

I had a heavy orgasm and let out a huge moan of relief. He went down and removed my panty. My mind was telling me it was wrong, but my heart wanted it that day. Finally, the heart won, and I let him remove the pants. He came near my panty and smelled it.

Ashok: Geeta, I’m so lucky to get a chance to be in bed with such beauty. Your boobs are well shaped, your lips are so good, and now I see your pussy. They are pinkish and look beautiful.

Even though there was no power, our eyes got used to the darkness, and we were able to see each other’s bodies. He started to lick my pussy like a baby licking ice cream with much joy and loving each moment of it. I was also mesmerized by the way he licked me.

I kept moaning throughout that 15 minutes. Then he got up and removed his pants and showed me his cock, and asked me to suck it. I usually don’t suck cock much for my husband, too. But he gave me real pleasure that day, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

Hence, I started licking and sucking it. Then he spread my legs and came on top of me, spreading my legs a little wider. He kept his cock on the top of my pussy and was playing around with me without inserting it.

Geeta: Ashok, please don’t tease me more. I need it inside.

Ashok: What do you want me to do?

Geeta: I want you to fuck me
Ashok: I wanted to hear that word from you.

Geeta: Now that I have told it, can you put your cock inside and fuck me hard? I want it inside now. I’m burning inside.

All this conversation was in Kannada. So people can relate it to their mother tongue.

Without giving a second thought, he inserted his cock entirely in one go. My pussy had been deprived of sex, so it was not ready to take it that easily. It was a little painful in the first push. Later, the pain subsided, and it became a pleasurable moment.

After an hour-long fucking session, including a lot of foreplay, he released his cum inside me. I was in no mood to think of the consequences. I was more into enjoying the fun part of it.

We ended up having 3 rounds of sex that day, twice in missionary and once in doggy position. We slept around 3 am. The power came around 1 am, and he fucked me harder by seeing my naked body in the 3rd round.

The next morning, we woke up around 10 am. I asked him to stay with me for a day. We kept fucking for a few more times till evening. Then he left home. While he was leaving, both of us felt guilty for cheating my hubby (his friend) and decided not to meet/contact again.

He got a chance to move abroad to another country and is now settled there. So I hope we won’t meet again and will try to be faithful to our spouses. This is the end of this story. Comments are welcome to either of ours or both mail IDs, [email protected] or [email protected]

I wanted to be faithful. But my colleague seduced me and made me have sex with him. That is also my real-life incident.

Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my story, Banging Busty Nurse Nandini

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Coming to the story, Nikhila is the heroine of this, a true Bangalorean. She came in touch with me back in 2019 via Hangout after reading my stories. After a few chats, we got connected and became very good friends. In a few days, Nikhila opened up all her hidden secrets and dreamy desires.

About Nikhila back in 2018:

Nikhila was a very pretty young girl aged 23 years. She was emotionally broken when she connected with me. She explained her dark, nightmarish teenage past. I took her as part of my life when she trusted in sharing her gore teenage, which no girl should face.

Nikhila’s dark past had left an emotional scar on her life.

At 23 now, she still gets disturbed, and her body trembles at the slightest memory of her teenage. She doesn’t trust guys/men easily enough. She was into modelling but not a successful model. She was doing her degree as a fashion designer.

She looked damn pretty in the photoshoot pictures which she had shared. Not to miss her huge firm tits, which were eye-provoking for a 23-year-old girl. She worked part-time in her family business, too. (Saree store).

Like all girls, her bodily desires were raw and dreamy. She narrated her sexual fantasy. It was sex on a private beach in the early morning freezing weather. Nikhila wanted me to take her to Goa for drinking, partying, and enjoying.

We were good friends over chat and call for around 2 months. She told me that her parents were looking for an alliance. She used to ask for suggestions. We discussed alliance selection. I guided her in the selection of the boy. I wish to god that he would be the right match for her.

She suddenly disappeared with no response to my messages. I guessed that her marriage had been fixed, and she didn’t want me anymore in her life. Perfect enough. During this period, we never met.

At 2022:
I was out shopping a sexy lingerie with one of my sex partners. In one of the boutiques near MG Road, the model in the catalogue clicked in my head. It was Nikhila. I enquired with the seller. He told me that she was the owner’s daughter and, to my surprise, she was available on the first floor.

Out of curiosity, I walked to the first floor. I finally saw Nikhila for the first time, for real. I was spellbound on seeing her. She did not recognize me at the first glance. When I kept staring at her, she recognized me and smiled. She saw the girl next to me and smiled again.

Let me describe Nikhila. She was short, around 5 ft in height. She was wheatish complexioned. The main attraction of her was her deep eyes, which were cajoled, sharp, and provoking. She had a very alluring pair of prickly eyes.

Her huge tits in the buttoned shirt grabbed my attention, and they were my favourites. Her boobs were of the same size and remained firm as they were four years back. Her ass had grown bigger, shaky, and fleshy. I wanted my hands on those shaky huge ass cheeks.

She looked sexy with shoulder-length, curly, coloured hair. I wanted to talk to her but couldn’t talk because of my partner’s presence. I selected a few sexy lingerie for my sex partner. I was happy to see Nikhila on the billing counter. She gave a naughty smile, seeing the oomph creating lingerie.

The next day, I walked alone into the boutique. Nikhila saw me with a smile and immediately looked all around me. I could notice happiness in Nikhila on seeing me alone. I then stepped out of the store and waited for her outside in the pathway.

Nikhila, wearing a knee-length black skirt, walked out of the boutique. She said, “Illi beda” (Not here). She handed me a piece of paper and walked inside the boutique. There was a restaurant name on the piece of paper which was close by.

I went to that restaurant and waited for her. She came in her pink Scooty. She seemed very happy and excited about running into me. She happily narrated all about her arranged marriage, her husband, and the sweet family. My eyes scanned her neck and found the thread of her mangalsutra.

She told me how much she controlled and stopped messaging me. She was married. After marriage, she completed her degree too. Her family business was a huge failure with huge losses due to Covid and all. She took over, and with the help of her father and husband, she modernized this boutique.

Her idea clicked, and the business was doing great fetching them huge money. I am straight in my talks. I told her that I never forgot her and how badly I missed fucking her. Fucking her with her her ass cheeks shaking with her moans at cloud 9.

She was stunned with her facial expression freezing with a blush on her cheeks. I wished to fuck her badly, and I told that on her face during our first meeting. I am a horny man.

I said eyeing her boobs, “Ninna nenne boutique nal nod dhaaga, Ninna alle batte haridhu keibeku ansthu. Alle battegala madya ninna saaku saaku anno keidu. Ninna dappa mola na hisaki cheepbeku ansthu. Eeglu nan tunne nigroythu ninna ee tara nodi. Ninna shirt na haridhu haaki aa ninna mola na hisuka beku ansthide. Cheep beku ansthu.”

(The moment I saw you in the boutique, I wanted to undress you, tearing away your clothes. Amid clothes, I wanted to bang you until you stopped me. Pressing your huge boobs and sucking them. Now too, my dick is hard seeing you in this black shirt. I want to tear out your shirt and grab those huge melons and suck them.)

Her expression was flushed, and I noticed goose pimples on her neck when she told me, “Stop. Stop,” breaking our eye contact. She then said, “I am married.” I stopped her from continuing to talk by saying, “I am very happy for you. But I wish that I have you all for myself once at the least.”

“Your modelling pics are still fresh in my mind. I want to taste your body. I want your pussy.” She continued to glance around the restaurant. I told her, “It’s your decision.” We both became silent. After a moment, she replied, “Sorry, Madhan. I don’t want to.”

I do respect her decision. I bid goodbye with an affirmation that I wouldn’t be meeting her again and she needn’t worry. We left.

After two months of the above incident, she messaged me, “Come prepared to take your prize. Only with condoms.” It was a Wednesday. I wore jeans and a T-shirt and reached the boutique by 9:00 P.M. I kept a pack of extra thin condoms in one pocket and a chocolate bar in the other.

The store was in a duplex building on a small lane. I texted Nikhila about my arrival. She told me to wait for her message and walk straight into the store upon receiving the confirmation. At 20 minutes past 9, she confirmed to enter the store.

I took brisk steps, rushing into the store. The workers were all gone except for two. I hurried to the first floor and noticed Nikhila, along with one more worker, at one of the tables. As Nikhila had told me, I sneaked into a dark storage room that was clustered with clothes.

I waited eagerly for Nikhila. I texted her, “How long to wait?” She teased me by replying, “You are caught now. I will tell my husband.” I tempted her, saying, “Perfect. You should call him. I would love to make him cry out of jealousy seeing his wife’s pussy torn by my hard cock”

She did not respond; instead sent an angry emoji. She stopped responding to my further messages. The final minutes of the countdown for my 4+ years of wait for Nikhila started. I heard the sound of the shutter closing at around 9:45. I slowly sneaked out of the godown.

I scanned all around, but there was no hint of Nikhila. I texted her, but she didn’t respond. In confusion, I strolled around the store searching for hottie Nikhila. I heard the sound of door latches. My eyes narrowed to find a back door to the store.

The door slowly creaked open, and there she was. Nikhila with damp hair (which indicated that she had taken a bath very recently) in her kurta. She latched the door shut behind her. She stared at me and said, “Wait,” with a serious expression, and walked past me.

I noticed that she pulled a bag from one of the cupboards and walked into the trail room. I moved a stool in front of the trail room and sat waiting for my darling Nikhila.

I asked her through the door while she changed, “Hey Nikhila, neenu yaake sudden aagi disappear aagbitte? Ninna madve munche naavu Goa fantasy maadbekittu anta neene helidde. Nanna story alde nan mele ninge yestu kaama ittu, henge adanna control maadkondu idde?”

(Hey Nikhila, Why did you disappear suddenly? You told me that you wanted to fulfil your Goa fantasy before your marriage. Apart from my story, I know how much lust you had for me. How could you control that?)

She was silent all along. She opened the trail room door. She brushed her fingers, brushing from her head and nose to her huge tits to pussy and tempted me by saying, “Idhe taane neenu aase pattiddu? Baa tago idella ivattu ninde.” (Is this what you wanted? Come, I am all yours for today.)

“Meow,” she clawed with deep red nail polish and a black cat hat on her head. Being a fashion designer, she walked out with a designer dress. A black blouse that was very deeply cut in the front. It stuck very tightly onto her boobs, popping her milky cleavage.

A lehenga cut all around, revealing her heavy, milky white thigh while she walked. The blouse’s height was small, and the lehenga was tied low waist, revealing her slender navel. She wore glass bangles on both of her hands and a silver necklace on her neck.

She wore a cat hat and cajoled dark colour around her pretty eyes. She also wore very long jasmine and roses over her free-falling wet hair. The aroma of flowers was fresh and provoking. She gave poses like a model with a pretty smile.

She walked slowly closer to me. She circled me, exhibiting her beauty, making my dick hard and wild. She then lifted one of her legs and kept her feet on my chest, with the lehenga falling low because of the cut. I grabbed her soft-skinned leg.

My hands slowly travelled inside, touching and brushing through her soft thigh to her pussy. I lifted her leg from my chest and placed it over my shoulder. My palm and fingers comfortably grabbed her pussy. Ahh! Soft drenched, neatly shaved pussy messily rubbed by my fingers.

She let out loud breaths and moans. I could not see her mangal sutra around her neck. I placed a kiss on her soft feet. I removed my T-shirt. I pulled her onto me and made her sit on my lap. I hugged her tightly, hugging her from behind.

Her hair and jasmine flowers fell over my chest. The smell of her body, flowers, and the scent she applied was intoxicating. My lips kiss and suck her neck. My hands slide down between her thighs, searching for her pussy. With our weight, the stool made a quaky noise.

I stood with her ass pressed against my hard bulge. I continued to suck the back of her neck and rub her pussy. I massaged her pussy lips, clitoral hood and inserted my first finger inside. She pushed her ass further into my crotch. I placed my other hand over her soft fleshy huge tits.

I massaged in a slow, rhythmic manner. As the moan got louder, I squeezed the boobs harder with my hand moving from one to the other.

“Yaake nanna ignore maad de avattu? Nange neenu bekittu. Mathe yaake ignore maad de?” (Why did you ignore me? I needed you. Again, you ignored me?)

“Adhu adhu,” (That) she continued to moan. I placed her gently over the table and spread her legs. I removed the lehenga to the floor. I grabbed her thigh and dug my face to lick her juicy pussy. “Ahh, Madhan. Chi beda kano.” (Hey Madhan. Please don’t.)

“Namma appa madve fix maadbitru sudden aagi.” (My dad fixed the marriage suddenly.)

“Madve fix aadru, I wanted you?” (So what, I wanted you?)

“Ah, Madhan!”

I licked her pussy. I ordered, “Tegiye, nanage ninna dappa mola beku” (Open, I need your huge tits). She hurriedly opened her top and had no bra. Her huge white tits with a thick wide brown nipples fell out. My lips, like a hungry animal, jumped to suck her nipples.

“Ah, Madhan. Slow. Yaa.”

“I missed this kano.”

“Naanu nin stories oodi tumba sala fingering maadiddini kano,” (Many a time, I had fingered reading your stories). I removed my pants and underwear. She kissed my lips, sucking all the juice out of me. I positioned my cock over her pussy.

She pushed me away and dragged me to an area where there were a lot of clothes jumbled up. She slept and spread her legs and lifted them for me. The jasmine from her hair was squashed and ran here and there. “Ahh Nikhila,” she was a treat to me for my eyes.

Her milky white bare skin with huge melons, heavy thighs, and shaved pussy waiting for me. Wow. I rubbed my cock over pussy, over her boobs and teased around her pussy lips and clitoral hood.

“Haakla?” (Shall I insert?)

“Haaku Madhan. Naanu ninge. Naanu ninnavale. Haaku Madhannn, bega haaku.” (Insert Madhan. I am yours. Insert Madhan, fast)

“Firstu, yake ignore maad de helu?” (First, tell me why did you ignore me?)

“During that time, My friend’s marriage broke because she got caught with a boy. I controlled.”

“Control ah, tago (take),” saying this, and I pushed my cock into her. My thick cock glided deeper into her warm wet pussy. “Ah, Madhan. Ninna stories yaavdhu miss madilla.” (I have never missed your stories). “Ella stories odbidthini.” (I have read every story)

I continued to pound her juicy pussy harder and harder. “Nan ganda keidaaglu sometimes neenu nenapagthiya, Madhan,” (Sometimes when my husband bangs me, I remember you, Madhan.)

This line made me horny. I was hitting her pussy with huge thrusts. Her bangles were clinking with every thrust into her pussy. “Yaa. Please don’t stop.” She lifted her thigh high enough, and my dick drenched in her orgasm. I continued to slide through her orgasm until I leaked warm juices.

We had a few more rounds, one in doggy style and one with her sitting on top of me in a flower-like position. After sex, we stayed hugging each other nude until 03 in the morning, and lastly, we bid goodbye.

I hope you guys enjoyed this story.

This story starts when I was in my 4th year of engineering. I was good at my studies. As I was in the last year, I was assigned a guide for my project. Her name was Preeti (name changed for privacy). I was very happy because she was one of the sexiest teachers.

Preeti was 46 years old and one of the most senior professors in our college. But at this age also she looked awesome. She had a very fat ass which giggled whenever she used to walk and my favorite was her boobs which could bury anyone’s face easily. No one could tell she had 2 children who were above 15 years.

Now, coming back to the story. Once I went to her to ask about the project.

Me: May I come in, madam?

Madam: Yes.

Me: Good morning, madam. I have been given a project under your guidance.

Madam: Oh, Milan. You have been allotted under me?

Me: Yes, madam (I was one of her best students as I attended all the classes just to see her assets).

Madam: Ok, let’s get started.

Then for more than 2 hours, she explained about the project. But I was looking only at her boobs which were jiggling while she was writing. Suddenly, Preeti looked at me to ask something, but I was completely lost in her boobs. She saw me but didn’t say anything and smiled faintly. Then after discussing, I asked her phone number.

Me: Can I get your phone number?

Madam: Why?

Me: Madam, as I will be working, I may face difficulties for which I’ll need your help.

After a little thinking, she agreed. I was on cloud 9.

After reaching home, immediately I went to the bathroom and masturbated calling my sexy guide’s name. At night, I messaged her –

Me: Good evening, madam.

After 5 minutes, she replied –

Madam: Good evening.

Then we discussed the project. After that, we used to talk a lot. After some days, I became very free while talking to her. Preeti also talked about her family and children who were staying in the hostel. I also told a lot about my friends and things we used to do in college like flirting with girls.

Madam: So, you are coming to flirt only?

Me: No madam, I am not interested in girls.

Madam: Are you interested in boys then? (with laughing emoji)

Me (with a lot of courage): No madam, I am interested in older women.

After some time –

Madam: Oh, so you are into those things, na.

I was a little bit nervous.

Me: Sorry madam, what things?

Madam: I have seen during the discussion you were looking at my boobs.

I was shocked as she said this.

Me: Sorry, madam.

As I was typing, she replied –

Madam: Did you like what you saw?

I could not believe that she was asking this!

Me: Are you really Preeti madam?

After some minutes, she sent me a pic which was taken from the front showing her boobs and navel.

Madam: Now, you tell me. Is this me or someone else?

Me: This is my Preeti madam. This size is only hers.

Madam (laughed and said): Now, give me something in return.

Me: Dekhun tu madam mora bhi thia hae jaichi apana ka pic dekhi (See madam, even my dick is erect seeing your pic).

Then I sent a pic with a bulge in my pants.

Madam: Wow, ete bada kana tora na aau kahara? (Wow, this is a long dick! Is it yours or someone else’s?)

Me: Na madam, mora hi thia haejaichi (No madam, it is mine).

Madam: Kali ase tora mu check karibi nije (You come tomorrow, I will check the size myself).

Me: Ok madam jaha icha karibe mo pura ready (Ok madam, I am ready for everything).

Then she sent a wink emoji. After that, we became very close and she used to touch my dick whenever there was a chance. I also started touching her. She started taking me shopping with her and lunch as she was feeling lonely alone in college and with me she was very free.

People used to see me in jealousy for which I was very happy. She also gave me a lot of gifts and money whenever I needed it. One day while I was in her room for study, she was late for which she messaged me that she would be late.

Then I started watching porn videos on my mobile. I am more into femdom, so I was watching teacher-student femdom videos. I closed the door and started masturbating to video. As I was completely lost in the video, I did not know when she entered the room and watched me jerking. Suddenly, she pushed the chair in which I was sitting and said –

Madam: Sala ei jinsa tate pasand na? (so you like these things na?)

She was very angry and looked at me with disgust. I was very afraid and immediately went to her knee and pleaded

Me: Please madam, bhul hae gala aau karibi ni please please (Please madam, it was a mistake. I will not do it again).

After 30 minutes, she said –

Madam: Ok, lay on the floor.

I immediately fell to the ground and immediately, she kicked my balls very hard!

Madam: Kemiti lagila (How does it feel?)?

I was feeling pain, but also had pleasure at the same time.

Me: Bhala lagila madam aau Maran tu (I am feeling pleasure and also feeling like dying).

Madam started to laugh and kicked me many times. Then she removed her panty and stuffed it in my mouth.

Madam: Enjoy the taste of my panty.

I was astonished to hear these words.

Madam: Have you ever licked a pussy?

Then she lowered her saree and sat on my face heavily. Her big ass was suffocating me.

Madam: Chat maghia bhala se mo bia sala mu ebe muti ki asic hi (Lick properly my pussy. I have pissed before sometime).

I happily licked her pussy, and also licked her asshole. She pushed my head deeper and deeper and I was licking happily. Then she brought her asshole near my nose and farted heavily. I was suffocating but she was laughing and enjoying

Madam: Ne sala to prize (This is your prize).

After some time, she moved up and started wearing her saree. I was also starting to leave.

Madam: Kuade sala jauchu chup chap tale base tora ebe bhala Dina start hela (Where are you going bastard? Sit on the floor, your good days have started).

Madam: Sala tate ete bhala se misi ki katha hauthili aau tate emiti jinsa darker thila. Mate ei katha agaru kahipariluni (I was talking to you so nicely and was friendly with you and you hid this from me).

I was shocked to hear that. Then I was happy.

Me: Ta madam ebe thu? (Hid what madam?)

Madam: Raha femdom kana tate mu dekhauchi (That you like femdom).

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This is a very long story. But I wanted to say everything here. If the response will be nice, I will continue.

Ladies in Bhubaneswar and Rourkela wanting femdom talk can mail me at [email protected]

Hello doston, mera name Akash Dubey hai, aur main 29 saal ka hu. Height 5’11”, achi personality, na mujhe mota keh sakte hai aur na patla, rang saaf hai. Mera 6 inch ka mast loda hai. Aage ka topa gulabi hai. Ye story 1 saal pehle ki hai, tab tak main 4 ladkiyon ko chod chuka tha. Ab baari thi ek bhabhi chodne ki.

Hua aisa, ki pichli sex story meri aur meri gf ki chudai ki dali thi maine. Waha se meri mail pe ek bhabhi ka message aaya aur wo interested thi. But wo bahut darr rahi thi safety ko leke, ki kabhi koi use blackmail na karne lage. Usko bahut darr tha, to use maine samjhaya. Aur pichli story meri aisi thi ki use laga genuine banda hai. Tabhi usne mail kiya tha mujhe. Ab zyada bore aur karte hue main story pe aata hu.

Use promise diya maine ki full safety hogi uski, aur main uski izzat pe koi daag nahi aane doonga. Fir wo maan gayi aur number share ki. Usne btaya ki wo kitni horny thi, aur tadap rahi thi uski chut lund ke liye. Kyunki uska pati use khush nahi kar paata tha, aur chut mein daalte hi jhad jata tha.

Uski ek beti bhi thi. Ab wo mujhe nahi pata kaise hui. Wo Allahabad rehti thi aur main Delhi ka tha. Ab hamara milne ka program bana. Main bhi job se time nikaal ke usse milne gaya. Raat ki train thi, jo subha pahunchi. Fir maine hotel liya station ke paas hi. Lekin wo itna darr rahi thi ki mere dimag mein ye bhi chalne laga ki pata nahi aayegi ya nahi.

Phone pe to hamari khoob baatein aur chat hui thi. Sex chat roz hi karte the hum, aur main use loda dikhata tha. Wo mujhe apne chuche dikha-dikha ke muth lagwati thi. Ab wo ghar se bahana bana ke nikli aur aa gayi. Main bhi hotel ke baahar lene gaya use aur condom ka packet aur cigarette ka packet liya.

Fir usse baahar mila aur hamari hi-hello hui aur smile hui. Uske baad hum dono hotel ki taraf chal diye. Raaste mein uski tareef ki maine ki maal lag rahi thi wo, aur aaj to bahut maza aane wala tha. Wo bas muskurati rahi aur boli-

Wo: Hotel main koi dikkat to nahi hogi?

Maine hotel acha liya tha maine bataya use, aur 1st floor pe room tha. Fir hum apne room mein jaane lage. Stairs pe wo mere aage chal rahi thi. Saree mein uski gaand kya mast lag rahi thi. Maine wahi hath fira ke daba di uski gaand. Wo aage hoke mujhe ghoorne lagi.

Ab hum room mein gaye, aur jaate hi maine door lock kiya, aur use apni baahon mein kheench liya. Wo bhi mujhse lipat gayi, aur main use choomne laga. Uski heartbeat bahut tez chal rahi thi. Fir maine use aaram se bed pe bithaya, aur uske paas baith ke use thoda comfortable feel karaya. Sath mein uske gaal pe aur idhar-udhar hath ferta raha.

Wo bhi maal mast thi. 36″ ke boobs, 32″ waist, aur gaand ubhri hui moti si nikli hui. Mote-mote gaal, gora rang, aur black saree mein kya kamaal dikh rahi thi. Uske blouse mein mote-mote chuche dekh ke mujhse raha nahi jaa raha tha, aur maine der na karte hue uske lips pe lips rakh diye.

Kiss ke sath main idhar-udhar hath lagane laga. Kabhi main uski gaand dabata, to kabhi uski back sehlata. Ek hath se uske boobs dabata. 1st lip kiss ka maza hi kuch aur hota hai. Ab kabhi main uske gaal kaat-ta, to wo tez kaatne ko mana karti. Main bhi aaram-aaram se khel khelna chaahta tha.

Main baatein bhi kar raha tha sath-sath. Fir main use khada karke uske lips choosne laga, aur dhakka deke deewar se satta diya. Ab fir lips choosne-chaatne laga. Pallu hata ke usko dekhne laga, aur gale pe aur cleavage pe kiss karne laga. Hath se main uski gaand dabaye jaa raha tha. Wo mera poora sath de rahi thi, aur hum bas apni aag shant karna chaahte the.

Ab maine ghuma ke usko deewar se lagaya aur peeche se usko kiss aur chaatne laga. Aage hath karke main uske boobs dabane laga. Ab main apna lund uski gaand mein gadane laga, jo ki poora tann gaya tha. Lund uski gaand mein ghusne ki koshish kar raha tha. Main sath mein uske gaal kaate jaa raha tha.

Fir main uska pallu pakad ke bed pe baith gaya, aur dheere-dheere pallu kheenchne laga. Wo bhi samajh gayi aur gol-gol ghoomne lagi. Dheere-dheere ab saree poori utar gayi, jo maine ek taraf fenk di. Ab wo blouse aur laal petticoat mein bahut pyari lag rahi thi. Mujhse aur sabar nahi hua. Maine use kheencha, aur bed pe lita liya. Fir uske upar chadh ke usko kiss karne laga.

Dheere-dheere neeche aake blouse ke upar se hi uske boobs dabane aur kaatne laga. Blouse mein se hi uske nipples tanne pata chalne lage the. Main uske nipples pakad ke bheenchne laga. Fir use bitha ke uska blouse bhi fenk diya utaar ke.

Red blouse ke andar red bra, haye itni pyari lag rahi thi wo, maza aa gaya. Bra ke upar se hi maine uske chucho pe hamla kar diya aur usse poocha-

Main: Gaali de sakta hu tumhe?

Wo boli: Ab main aapki hu, jo marzi karo aap.

Fir maine uske mote chuche bra ke upar se hi dabate hue bola: Saali behan ki lodi, aise bol ki ab main aapki randi hu.

Wo dheere sur mein boli: Ab main aapki randi hu, jo marzi kariye.

Tabhi maine halka sa tez use ek thappad maara aur bola: Saali chinaal, dheere-dheere mat bol, tezi se bol behan ki lodi.

Wo fir tez sur mein boli: Teri randi hu main, jaise marzi bana le apni chinaal.

Main bhi khush ho gaya, aur fataak se uski bra khol di. Fir ek boob ko muh mein leke choosne laga, aur doosre ko dabane laga. Sath mein main gaali deta raha use-

Main: Behan ki lodi, aaj tujhe apni kutiya banaunga.

Wo boli: Aaj teri sab banungi main. Bana le jo-jo banana hai.

Aur main paaglon ki tarah use masalne laga. Doosre ka maal hath laga tha aaj, kaise sabar karta? Fir dheere-dheere choomte hue neeche aaya main, aur uska petticoat utha ke uski taango pe aur jaanghon pe kiss karne laga. Main uski taange chaatne laga. Wo let ke aahen bharti rahi, aur main uske petticoat main ghusta raha.

Uski panty se madak khushbu aa rahi thi, jo ki laal colour ki thi. Maine panty ke upar se chut pe kiss kiya, to wo tadap uthi, aur upar ho gayi. Uski chut geeli ho gayi thi. Kya khushbu thi chut ki. Fir main petticoat se nikla, aur uska naada kheench ke khol diya. Maine uske chootad upar uthwa ke petticoat nikaal diya. Ab lal panty mein leti hui wo ek apsara lag rahi thi.

Wo mujhse boli: Please light off kar do.

Par main uski sune bina uske upar let gaya aur wapas se use lip kiss karne laga. Hamari bahut lambi-lambi lip kiss hoti jisme main apni jeebh uske muh main daal ke poore muh mein ghumata, aur uski jeebh apne muh mein leke suck karta. Kasam se doston bada maza aa raha tha.

Fir usne meri t-shirt pakdi, aur upar uthane lagi. Maine bhi fataak se t-shirt ke sath baniyan bhi nikaal ke fenk di. Ab wo mere upar aa gayi, aur mere lund pe baith gayi jeans ke upar se hi, aur mujhe kiss karne lagi. Wo meri chest peene lagi. Mujhe gudgudi hoti to main use rokne ki koshish karta, par wo zabardasti karti.

Ab mujhse bardasht nahi ho raha tha, to maine dum laga ke use neeche kiya, aur kiss karte hue ghutno ke bal baith gaya. Fir use ishara kiya wo turant samajh gayi, aur uth ke fataak se meri pant kholne lagi. Maine khade hoke pant nikali, aur wo bed pe baithi besabar thi. Fir main underwear mein aate hi uski taraf hua, aur usne upar se hi mera lund pakadna shuru kiya, aur underwear ke upar se lund ko kiss kiya, aur kaata bhi.

Fir main bola: Bhonsdi ki, utaar de ise bhi madarjaat.

Wo turant mere underwear ko neeche sarka di, aur mera lund lehrate hue uske face ke saamne aa gaya. Lund ka topa khul gaya tha, aur pink topa dekh ke usne turant uspe kiss karna shuru kar diya. Underwear pairon mein hone ki wajah se main thoda dis-balance hua to maine use rok ke underwear utaar ke fenka. Fir maine lund uske face ke saamne kar diya.

Ab usne der na karte hue mera lund ghup se apne muh mein daal liya. Kya mast choos rahi thi wo. Wo poora lund muh mein lene ki koshish karti. Maza aa gaya. Ab 2-4 minute mein hi mera lund jhadne ko kiya, to maine lund ko peeche kheench liya, aur baith ke uski panty kheenchne laga. Usne let ke gaand uthayi aur panty nikaalne mein help ki.

Uski chut ab mere saamne thi. Doston clean-shaved chut dekhte hi meri aankhen chamak gayi, aur main toot pada uski chut pe. Main kiss karta, kabhi jeebh firata aur chaatne lagta uski chut ko. Wo ab tez-tez chillane lagi, aur aah ahh karne lagi, aur main bina ruke kabhi uske daane ko chaat-ta, kabhi daane ko kaatne ki koshish karta.

Maine ek ungli uski chut mein andar-baahar karne ke sath chut chatayi chaalu rakhi. 3-4 minute mein hi wo pagal ho gayi, aur paani chhodh diya uski chut ne. Ab wo mujse hatane lagi, par main hatne wala kaha tha. Maine kass ke uski jaanghon ko pakad rakha tha. Maine chaatna aur chut se khelna jaari rakha, aur ek se do ungliyan daal ke chodne laga use.

2 minute mein wo firse josh mein aane lagi, aur awaaze karne lagi. Fir main kuch der baad utha aur uske upar let gaya. Ab mera lund uski chut se takra raha tha, aur lips lips pe rakh ke main uske lips chaat raha tha. Main lund ko ragad raha tha kamar hila-hila ke uski chut par.

Ab wo boli: Chod do jaanu, jaldi se lund apna daal do meri pyaasi chut mein, aur mujhe apni randi bana lo.

Par main abhi aur khelna chaahta tha. Fir main baith ke lund hath se pakad ke uski chut pe ragadne laga, aur uski jaanghon ko kiss karne laga. Ab wo jhatpatane lagi. Main kabhi lund ka topa andar daalta, fir baahar nikaal ke ragadne lagta. Mujhse bhi nahi ruka jaa raha tha, par main sabar se kaam lena chaahta tha. Fir 1 minute baad main uspe let gaya, aur lund dala.

Pehle topa dala, fir zor ka jhatka diya, aur poor lund andar chala gaya. Wo cheekh uthi. Mujhe maza aa gaya. Ab maine chodna shuru kar diya use khoob maze leke. Wo bhi chud rahi thi maze se to main gaaliyon ke sath use chode jaa raha tha.

Wo bhi bolti rahi: Bahut pyaasi hu main. Faad do aaj meri chut. Aaj mujhe pata chala hai lund ka sukh, ki andar jata hai to kaisa lagta hai. Chod aaj se main teri kutiya raand hu, jab marzi jitna marzi chodo. Mujhe chinaal bana do.

Aur main bhi dhakke maarta gaya. Fir pata nahi kya hua, main nikalne pe aa gaya itni jaldi. 4-5 minute hi hue the. Fir maine baahar nikaalne ko kiya to usne rok liya aur poora maal apni chut mein hi le liya. Ab main side mein let gaya aur wo bhi leti rahi. Mera nikal to gaya tha, par josh poora waise hi tha, lund bhi khada hi tha.

Fir hum nange hi lete rahe, aur baat karte rahe. Main uske chucho pe hath ferta raha. Uske badan ko sehlata raha. Fir utha aur cigarette pee. Wo chaadar odhne lagi, par maine chaadar kheench ke fenk di, aur use yu hi nangi dekhta raha, aur cigarette peeta raha. Fir cigarette khatam karke main bister pe jaake usse chipak gaya. Main usse khelne aur maze lene laga. Wo bhi poora maza le rahi thi.

Ab firse hamne foreplay chaalu kiya. Is baar main use aur zyada sakhti se masal raha tha, aur dekhte hi dekhte hum dono mein firse aag lag gayi. Is baar maine use ghodi bana ke kaafi der tak choda. Aur bhi kayi steps mein maze liye. Usko chod-chod ke uski chut ka bhonsda bana diya. Wo bhi poora sath de rahi thi har cheez mein. Chudai karne ke baad wo bhi jhad gayi, aur mera jhadne wala tha. Tab maine use muh mein nikaalne dene ko bola.

Usne bola: Nahi, ulti aa jayegi, chut mein hi jhaad do.

Aise hi hamne 4 ghante mein 4 se 5 round kiye, aur dono ne khoob enjoy kiya. Isi beech 2 baar uske pati ka bhi call aaya, aur lund apni chut main dalwaye-dalwaye hi baat ki usne. Bahut maza kiya hamne. Fir wo kapde pehni, aur mujhe kiss ki. Hamne fir milne ka promise kiya, aur is baar maine uski gaand maarne ki iccha bhi jatayi jo ki usne ok bol diya.

Fir main use neeche tak chhodh ke aaya, aur wo chali gayi. Main bhi ghar aa gaya. Ab uski chhoti behan ki shaadi hai, aur usne mujhe bulaya hai. Ab dekhte hai shaadi mein kaise maze kar paate hai hum dono jaha uski poori family rahegi. Maza to aayega.

To ye thi doston meri bhabhi ke sath chudai ki kahani. Kaisi lagi aap sab ko bataiye zaroor. Ya koi ladki, bhabhi, ya bhabhi mere lode ka maza lena chaahti ho to mujhe contact kare. Meri mail id hai [email protected] Aapki privacy ka poora dhyan rakhunga, aur full enjoy hoga. Agli story jald daalunga. Tab tak aap log apni-apni chut chudwati raho, aur ladke lund hilate raho.

Thank you all for the amazing response to my previous story. This part is a bit of an emotional and romantic story.

Quick recap: I have an affair with my SIL (sister-in-law). When her husband went to the USA, I had amazing sex with my SIL. After waking up the next morning, I accidentally told my SIL that I had an affair with her mother, too.

About my SIL (Pallavi). Very gorgeous woman who turned 21 (in 2013). 34D-24-38. She has amazing boobs. Soft, round and big with very cute and light pinkish brown nipples. Her boobs look smaller when she wears a saree or some dresses. It is difficult to guess the actual size. But quite big when she is naked.

Amazing shape and size. Any man would die to feel those juicy boobs. There is a small mole just under her left boob, just like her mother.

About my MIL (Sangeeta). She is a gorgeous woman I’ve ever met. She is very elegant in her saree and hides her assets very well. Similar to Pallavi, Sangeeta has amazing boobs and ass, 36DD-28-38. They are bigger and softer.

Both mother and daughter have the same location of moles. One under the left boob. One on the inner thigh. One on the right ear edge. One unusual weak point is kissing on the back 3 inches above where the bra is hooked. It tickles and turns them on so much. I kiss them every time they wear a saree.

Now, back to the story. After morning sex, Pallavi was lying on her back with a beautiful naked body on display. She was sleeping like a baby. Her breathing was steady. Her boobs were going up and down in rhythm. Sun rays on her body are making her skin shine more. I was admiring the beauty.

Just then, she woke up. She smiled and wished good morning. I went near her left nipple, sucked it and licked it all the way down the boob. I licked the mole and said, “You have a mole just like your Mom. Both of you have the same spot.” I realised what I said and bit my tongue.

Pallavi, too, realised what I had just said and asked, “What? What did you say? Same spot of mole. How could you know? When did you see her naked? Since when you have been fucking her?” She kept asking questions continuously and was very furious.

I tried to cover up the mistake and calm her down. But she kept asking. She said, “I know that bitch is spreading legs for everyone. That’s why Dad doesn’t like her. Lanja Munda!” (Telugu word, meaning a whore who fucks for money).
When I heard that word, I just pulled her and slapped her hard.

She just fell on the bed and looked in shock and pain. She never saw me like that (it was new for me, too). I got angry. I wore shorts and went to the balcony to calm down. I was feeling bad to slap her like that. Just then, Pallavi came and hugged me from behind and was crying.

I could feel her skin on my back. Her boobs and nipples were touching my back. I realised she was still naked, so I took her inside the room and pulled the curtains.

Me: Sorry, dear.

I checked her cheeks. They turned red with my finger impressions. I pulled her, kissed her, and said sorry. She continued crying.

Pallavi: Why did you hit me? I don’t like my Mom. Now she spread her legs for you, too. Dad always used to say “Lanja.” She wants only money.

Me: I shouldn’t have hit you. But please don’t use that word. I can’t bear it if you insult your mother. She is the most strong and honest woman I’ve ever met. Your Dad is an asshole who doesn’t know how to treat and respect women.

Me: You have loved me and your classmates. Then you married Arun. You have sex with me, Arun and Shreya (Arun’s sister). Now tell me, are you a whore?

Pallavi: Not like that Bava. I was in love with you. After you rejected me, I loved my classmate to take revenge on Mom. It was never really love. I loved only you. Since you are married to my cousin, I realised I can’t have you. So, I married Arun under Dad’s pressure. I had sex only with you and Arun. I didn’t have sex for money! It was love damn it.

Pallavi came and hugged me tight. With her boobs rubbing my ribs. I, too, hugged her back and said

Me: Your Mom never had sex with any male except with your father almost 2 decades ago. Then only with me 3 years ago after my marriage. Because she, too, loved me just like you did. Your father lied to you. She earned money through her hard work and honesty.

Me: She was the one who paid for your education, clothes and food and even your wedding. In spite of all the hardships, she raised you and your sister. You don’t know even 5% about her and misunderstood her.

Pallavi was surprised. I continued.

Me: Do you know there are many common things about you and your mother? You both loved me. You both have similar moles. And many good qualities. Another common thing between you two is that you both are lesbians!!

Pallavi was shocked! She saw me with big eyes and loosened the hug. It made her nipples rub my ribcage and slightly tickle me. I quickly hugged her tight and took her to the bed. I made her sit on my lap and kissed her cheeks and lips. Then I continued to tell about her mother.

Me: You misunderstood your mother. She never loved your father. She romances with a couple of lady customers (and friends) who come for yoga class and beauty parlour. In fact her romantic lady friends got you to a good school and helped your mother.

Me: She hated men and liked only women until she met me. She then changed her attitude towards men and fell in love with me. She is alive only because of you and your sister. Your father is an asshole. He forced you to marry Arun due to Arun’s financial background in spite of the age difference.

Me: Your father took some money from Arun to clear his debts. Your Mom returned that amount to Arun through her savings. Only Arun and I know about this. Only I know how great your mother is. When you said “Lanja” to your Mom, I lost control and hit you. I am really sorry, Pallu.

I pulled her close and showered kisses on her cheeks. Pallavi was back to normal and kissed me and said, “I am sorry, Bava I will not say that again. I didn’t know about my Mom and totally misunderstood her.” We then kissed for almost 10 minutes.

Then I asked her, “When was the last time you spoke to your mom?” She said, “It’s been months. I only talk to Dad sometimes and you and to my sisters. I asked her to call right now. They spoke for almost 20 minutes, and both of them cried. I pushed her bathroom to freshen up and came back with a coffee.

While she was having coffee, I fondled her boobs and kissed her all over her face. Pallavi was turned on by my touches. After I gently pinched her nipples, she put the coffee on the table and jumped on me. We kissed like there was no tomorrow. Licking and sucking each other’s tongues.

Pallavi undid her bathrobe and was naked again. She sat on me and started rubbing her pussy on my hardon over shorts. She broke the kiss and pulled down my shorts. She took my dick out and started to kiss.

She was sucking with more energy this time. Taking it deep inside her mouth.  It felt really good. My nerves were pulling, and feeling her warmth over my dick. She took her sweet time to savour my dick.

Pallavi: Does my Mom know that you are fucking her daughter too?

Me: Yes, She knows that Arun is a gay cuckold. She knows how I fucked you on your honeymoon.

Pallavi: Oh really? You didn’t tell me anything. How did you maintain secrecy for 3 years, Bava?

Me: I’m good at it. Just today, when I saw your boobs in the sunlight. Your nipple and the mole mesmerised me. I couldn’t hold my tongue, and it spelt my secret. By the way, she doesn’t know about this trip.

She then looked at me. And took her nipple towards my dick and started rubbing her nipple against my dick. It felt awesome. I told her.

Me: Pallu, your Mom also does exactly like this.

Pallavi: Oh really.

Me: Hmmm, yes, Darling. Your nipples are very hard, Darling. Come here.

Pallavi: Did she give you a blowjob like me?

Me: Yes, dear. Mine was the only real dick she ever tasted.

Pallavi: Hmm. I like your dick very much, Darling. Till you go back to Bangalore, I’m going to suck it whenever I want.

Me: As you wish, Darling. Then she continued sucking my dick.

Pallavi: Bava. Who is better at giving blowjob?

Me: Blowjob, you are slightly better.

Pallavi: Thank you, Darling. (She continued to suck even more)

Me: But tit-fuck, your Mom is way better. And she sucks the tip of the dick while I’m banging her tits.

After hearing this, she released my dick and looked at me with a strange look. It was both seductive and angry, realising her Mom also sucked my dick. Pallavi then made me sit on the edge of the bed. She went down and sat on the floor on her knees. She then kissed my lips and went down.

She kissed my chest navel and licked it all over. She then kissed my dick and placed it in between her boobs. Started to move up and down, giving me a tit fuck. It was very nice. I fucked her tits, and then she started to move a bit fast and pressed her tits tighter.  My dick was so hard.

I was enjoying soft tits around it. She tried to touch the tip of the cock with her tongue and spit on my dick. I was holding her hair and avoiding falling on my dick or her tits. It was an excellent sight. My dick was sandwiched between two soft white tits. Her nipples were tickling my thighs.

I was moaning heavily. Just then, she told.

Pallavi: Bava, how am I doing? Do you like it?

Me: Yes, Pallavi darling. Excellent.

Pallavi: Bava. Who is doing it better?

Me: Your Mom also did the same. She is slightly better because her tits are bigger than you.

Pallavi: Are you imagining my Mom?

Me: Should I?

Pallavi: Ok. Imagine fucking my Mom’s tits.

Me: Oh yes, dear.

Pallavi started to move faster and pressed her tits tighter. I imagined Sangeeta, and in a couple of minutes, I cum all over Pallavi. Pallavi released her tits and sucked my dick, and started drinking drops of my cum. A little was dripping on her lips and tits. She wiped it with her finger and sucked it clean.

There was huge relief and satisfaction on my face. I just fell back on the bed with my legs down. Pallavi then sucked my dick and drained the entire juice. She went down and brought some juice. She went naked and came back with a juice packet.

Boobs and asses were bouncing, and pussy on the display. It was amazing to see her walk naked.

Pallavi: Bava, have some juice. You are completely exhausted. You cum so much. Did you imagine my Mom?

Me: Yes Darling. I imagined your Mom and couldn’t control it because you both look very similar.

Pallavi: Tell me more about my Mom, Bava.

I adjusted on the bed and pulled her onto me. I held her boobs and kissed her. Started to finger her pussy and told.

Me: You hated her. That’s why you didn’t observe her properly. Trust me, Darling. You are very similar to Sangeeta. Your shape, especially boobs (I mauled them and pinched nipples so hard). They look very similar, except these are slightly firm, and she has bigger boobs. After kids, I think you will also have a similar size.

Pallavi: Hmm. Thank you, Bava, and?

Me: You have moles in the same place. (I kissed and licked all 3 moles).

Pallavi: So you have explored my Mom very much?

Me: Yes Darling. Licked every inch of her body. Head to toe.

Pallavi: Oh really? She also has similar moles like this? (pointed to her boob).

Me: Yes. (I went up and licked there)

Pallavi: Even this one? (pointed to her inner thigh)

Me: Yes. (I licked her thigh and then moved to her pussy)

I started licking her clitoris and fingered her pussy. I kind of tongue fucked her pussy. Pallavi was enjoying. And asked, “Is mom’s pussy too same as mine?”

Me: Hmm, yes, Darling. You won’t believe it. Even at this age, her pussy was as tight as yours. She didn’t have sex with your father. She had only fingered and lesbo encounters.

Pallavi: You are making me go crazy.

Me: Are you imagining your Mom’s body?

Pallavi: Yes.

Me: Are you imagining me licking her pussy?

Pallavi: No. I’m imagining I am licking her pussy (Herself and Mom in lesbian romance)

As I licked and fingered her, she was moaning loudly. She was holding my head and pushing more towards her pussy. I gently bit her pussy and then sucked her skin. Pallavi was using her Mom’s name directly and imagining. She kept pressing her boobs and pinching her nipples.

I licked her pussy faster and put my mouth inside her pussy, and licked the inner walls of her pussy. She moaned as she had another orgasm. By then, my dick was very hard.

I immediately inserted my dick in her pussy (before she recovered from her orgasm). As her pussy was already wet, my dick went in smoothly. She gasped as I went completely inside. She screamed, “Bava! Wait. wait.” And tried to push me.

I didn’t listen. I wanted to give her more pleasure. I just pushed and gave hard and deep strokes. She gave up resisting and started enjoying. She just closed her eyes and pulled me to hug her. This crushed her boobs to my chest. As I was banging, her nipples were crushed with my weight.

She closed her legs and hugged me tight. I then, with difficulty, inserted my finger and touched her clitoris. Pallavi loosened her legs and let me move freely. Then, I continued my banging. I gave hard and fast strokes. After a few minutes, she had another orgasm.

I got up a little to wipe our sweat. She bent and turned to the side and placed her hand above her eyes because of shyness. Her pussy was still wet. I then inserted from the side, lifted her one leg and started to bang. She was now saying. “Amma. Aaahhh.” and made all kinds of moans.

She saw me and smiled, “Bava, we have all day.” I didn’t listen. I kept banging. One or two times, taking her Mom’s name made her crazy, and she had another orgasm. After a few minutes, I turned her around and made her doggy style. I then banged her for another 10 minutes.

Finally, I cum deep inside her pussy. We both were completely exhausted. We both cuddled, and after a few minutes, we both dozed off.

In the next part, I will describe how we had 3 some sex with the maid Rosy.

Keep masturbating. Keep fucking. Keep loving. Enjoy life, friends. Please give feedback to [email protected].

Hello, All. I am Posting another story on behalf of another reader.

I am Neelam. I am from Gwalior but settled in Delhi. I am a housewife and married to Kiran. Mine is a love marriage. Me and Kiran both fell in love during school time.

We stayed together and married at the age of 23. It’s a very early age to get married, but we decided to marry though we have financial issues. Kiran works in Delhi, and I used to work with him. After two years of marriage, I got some cash and gold from my parents. Me and Kiran decided to have a kid.

It did not take long to get pregnant, and Kiran got the promotion during my pregnancy. Post delivery, I was forced to resign from the job, and Kiran got money from his parents.

It was happy news but both parents didn’t meet after my marriage. It’s been a year since the post-delivery. Kiran got the opportunity to travel to the UK for 3 months due the office work.

It’s hard to opt out of UK travel. I told him to go as it is a life changer for him in his professional life. With pain in his heart, he left the UK, and I felt pain on the same night.

I can’t sleep without his hug and kiss. We both were very close and never stayed separate for the past 5 years. We were in a living relationship and then married. It’s been 3 days since he left for London and I felt a huge emptiness in my life.

Suddenly, my kid is sick, and I have to take him to hospital. Kiran called me and said that Madhan would come and take me to the hospital. I was happy because I needed assistance.

Madhan is a good friend of ours. He is a strong guy but very practical. We have known Madhan since Graduation, and very faithful person to us. He helped us in Delhi with accommodation and in our marriage. He used to stay under the same roof and sometimes he cooks food for us.

He had a breakup with his girlfriend and did not marry her because of financial issues. He is practical, and he knows the problem of getting married without finances. He saw me in a bra and panty and another sexy costume when we stayed under the same roof.

Accidentally, he saw me and Kiran nude while we were having a romance. I don’t have any feelings for him. But I love to tease him with my deep neck and love to show my panty waistband and the shaved sexy legs.

I am much more comfortable with him and expose my hot figure to him without knowing my hubby. But I don’t have any feelings for him, and he did not show any bad intentions towards me.

It was a Friday late evening and Delhi traffic was much more than usual. We reached the hospital and returned home at around 8:00 pm. Madhan dropped me at home and informed me that he would leave my place. I requested to have dinner and go to his home, but he denied it.

I was arguing with him to stay at my place for dinner and he was not accepting my offer. Meanwhile, Kiran called me, and I asked him to talk with Madhan about staying for dinner. He accepted it and moved inside the bedroom and wore a sexy costume.

I don’t know why I chose to wear a sexy costume. But it’s not required to wear it in front of him as I don’t have any feelings for him. I changed my full-length dress to a small piece. I wore a black bra and covered it with a sleeveless coat which ended with my waist.

I put two buttons on my coat and open my cleavage. I wore a red panty and covered with skin-tight shorts. I wore a small short which ended away below my knee. I intentionally pulled my panty waistband above my shorts so that the red lace could be visible to him.

That’s not a great way to dress up. But I dressed up like that because I was comfortable with him. He never showed any bad intent with me. I gave medicine to my kid and was preparing dinner for him. During the dinner preparation, I had a conversation about his personal life and his sex life.

Madhan is a shy person in front of me. He never used bad words, and he never talked about sex with me. I was pulling his legs and repeatedly asking about his sex life. But every time, he just smiled at me.

I was asking questions like, “Have you had sex with a condom and without a condom? Have you had sex with any other girl apart from your ex? What’s your ex-bra shape? I was asking him because I had been feeling lonely since Kiran left for London.

I did not control myself and talked all the shit. I served dinner to him, and during his dinner, my chest was exposed. I know my boobs were exposed, but I did not cover it.

My kid is sleeping, and it’s close to 10 at night. Madhan left my flat, and I sat on my couch feeling bad. I understand I should not wear a dress like this. I realized I talked about condoms and his girlfriend’s bra size.

After 5 minutes, my calling bell rang, and I opened the door. It’s Madhan again; I welcome him inside the flat. The flat door was open, and I thought he might have forgotten the car key or his mobile.

He was looking into my eyes and feeling nervous. I understand he is nervous and asked him about the same. Slowly, he asked, “ Neelam, your lips are red today. Which lipstick are you using?”

Me: (smiles) Oh! It’s Revlon. I love lipstick, and it’s a good shade.

Then he came forward and held my shoulders and kissed my lips in a flash. I was surprised by him. After a few minutes, I supported him with a French kiss. Our lips and tongues got connected and kissed passionately.

Later, he broke the kiss. I realized that one of his hands was on my boob over the bra, and another hand was on my waist. The door was opened, and he kissed me in the living hall. After the kiss, he left home, and I closed the door. I can’t control my tears after that episode.

It’s my mistake to wear a sexy dress and have sex conservation with him. It’s not needed, and I made him horny. After half an hour, my calling bell rang, and it was Madhan again. He rushed inside the flat and showed me the condom packet. He left home to buy condoms.

He didn’t give me enough time and quickly locked my lips with his lips. He was kissing me like I was his girlfriend. His hands were moving all around my boobs, waist, and my butt. He was biting my lips and sucking my tongue.

After that, he became nude in seconds and said, “Neelam! You bitch! I did not find whore inside you until today. Your red lace panty is very sexy.”

Then he slid his hand inside my bra. He was pressing my boob and kissing my neck passionately. I was not able to stop him and made a noise like, “No, no, Madhan. Please leave me.”

I was saying to him, “I did not wear this dress to encourage you. It’s my mistake. Don’t think I’m bad.” But he was not in the mood and bit my neck and left a Love Bite.

He was leaving more love bites around my neck, and I was requesting him to leave me. He did not leave me, and he put his finger on my pussy over the shorts and said

“You whore! Neelam Bhabhi! Dick sucker, stop all the nonsense. I know you love my dick. You have shown your beautiful figure to me, and even I saw you nude along with Kiran. I know your intentions, but I was waiting for time to fuck you like a whore.”

I was surprised by his words. I can’t prove to him that he accidentally watched me nude. He removed my coat and bra. He was sucking and biting my nipples. He pulled my shorts and left with panties only. I understand he will fuck me today, and it will be a sad day for me.

I understand that, as a married girl, I can’t wear a sexy costume in front of other men, though you trust him. Soon, he pulled down my panty and started to lick my pussy like a lollipop. I turned on and moved my fingers inside his hair. He moved my legs wider and was kissing my pussy passionately.

My fingers were moved inside his head hair, and encouraging him to kiss my pussy. I was moaning, and my pussy was leaking. He did not show any mercy and pushed his middle finger into my butt hole and bit my pussy lips.

Fuck! I was moaning louder and louder, and he did not stop sucking my pussy for the next 5 minutes. My legs were wet, and my pussy was very wet. He asked me to turn around for ass-licking. I said no to him, but he did not listen to me.

He said, “Neelu, Bitch, don’t act like a gentle girl. You were showing your boobs and ass checks with your transparent dress during our dinner. Trust me, surrender yourself to save time. I won’t say anything to Kiran.”

Then he slapped me on my asscheeks and positioned me in doggy style. He started to say bad words like ‘Kamini, teri geeli chut, and Randi’ like that. He started to kiss my ass cheeks. I didn’t know how to stop him and was feeling sad.

I didn’t want to fuck with other men. All of a sudden, I felt good, breathed heavily and started to moan loudly from my heart. I can’t control myself, and my pussy was leaking because he was licking my butt hole. I never had experience with the butt-licking.

He was making me a real whore with his licking skills. He moved my ass cheeks wider and started to lick my ass hole. I was like, ‘Ah, madarchod, gaand,’ He was licking my butt hole and pushed his two fingers in my pussy.

Oh! Suck! Fuck! Ah, his two fingers were making my pussy wet. My sexual feelings were beyond my control. I lost my senses and was shouting at him to fuck my pussy. I was requesting him to stop licking my ass hole and fuck me hard.

Like, “Fuck me, baby! Please fuck.” Then he stopped licking my butt and asked me for a blowjob. I didn’t hesitate and put his dick inside my mouth. I sucked his dick for 10-20 seconds and asked him for fuck. I lay down on the floor in a missionary position.

I spread my legs and asked him to fuck. But Madhan didn’t show up. He asked me for a good blowjob. He said, “Neelu, Randi! Why are you in a hurry for fuck! I am not going to fuck pussy tonight. Take my dick inside your mouth from your heart.”

I was confused by his bad words.  He pulled me towards his dick and said, “Take my dick in your mouth and give a gentle blowjob.” My mind was blank, and I followed his instructions. I started to suck his dick like a lollipop.

After a few minutes, he started to push his dick inside my mouth. He was forcing me to take his full dick inside my mouth. I was not able to take his dick. But he was pushing me hard and shouting at me, “Take my cum, take it, taste my cum. You bitch. Take it fully. Lick my cum.”

He was harsh and cum heavily. Then he laid me on the floor and crossed my legs. He spat at my pussy with his fingers and said, “You have a lot of itches in your pussy, is it correct? Take my dick inside your cunt. My dear friend’s bitch wife. “

Then he pushed his dick in one go inside my pussy. He is stronger than my hubby, and his dick is thicker than Kiran’s. I couldn’t control my moan, and he started to talk dirty again.

He was saying, “Your cunt is so good and better than whore. You are the best fucking cunt,” and he started to and for with a good pace. He was fucking me like a beast, and I can’t control my moans. I was moaning like, “Stop, please stop.”

He did not show any mercy and fucked me for close to 10 minutes.

Then he took me to the bed and positioned me in doggy style. He fucked my ass in my bedroom. I controlled my moans because my kid was sleeping in the bedroom.

Two hours later, he put on the condom and started to fuck me while I was sleeping. He fucked me like a whore for the next two days and left my home.

I was sad and cried a lot. After a week, I got my period. Post my periods, I called him again, and it was my big mistake. I could not control myself after my periods, and I asked him for sex.

This was a costly mistake in my life, and I was forced to have an affair with him for the next 7 years. To cover this mistake, I slept with his managers and participated in a threesome, lesbian and gangbang.

My hubby is dark about my sex life. It was hard to manage hubby and kids during the time of the affair. Finally, Madhan left Delhi and moved to Mumbai for professional life. It was a big relief for me, and now I am living peacefully.

Hopefully, you enjoy the real incident of my life and don’t make the same mistakes as me. As a woman, you should not forget the boundaries, and it’s not easy to maintain the affairs.

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This is a continuation of the story of the ‘German Teacher to Class Slut’ series. I know a lot of people are waiting to hear what happened next.

So, I had to wear the so-called swimsuit (in my opinion it’s just a very, very thin cloth) as I didn’t have any other option. I wore it in the room and came out. All 9 boys were so excited to see me in this. They couldn’t take their eyes off my body.

My boobs were almost naked. The bottom piece did a poor job of covering my pussy. I was feeling very shy and uncomfortable about this. “What will people think if they look at me like this? What will these guys do to me now?” A lot of thoughts in my mind.

One guy said, “Pranali, you are looking dazzling in this outfit.” Another guy said, “You are sexy as hell.” All the guys are already prepared to go to the pool and they asked me to come along. Do I have any option left, so I started.

To my surprise, the water was warm and comforting. We all went in. I enjoyed the water. Water made my two-piece bikini stick more to my body, and my private parts were clearly noticeable. No one was around other than these boys, as it’s a private pool.

The pool is not too deep. One guy said, “Hey, Pranali, swim now.”

“I can’t. I don’t know swimming.”

“I can teach you.”

“That’s okay. I am scared.”

“Don’t worry. I will teach you. Come here.”

This guy asked me to hold the pool wall with my hands. I held firmly. He held my waist tightly and lifted me. I felt shocked and horny at the same time. He then started holding my thighs, too. I couldn’t say anything.

He was asking me to float. I can see that he is enjoying holding me tightly. He started caressing my body. After trying for a minute, I put my legs down. As he was very close, his penis touched me. It was fully erected. I acted like nothing happened.

“Come on, Pranali, let’s play a game,” Another student shouted from a distance.

“What did he plan now?” I thought.

We gathered. The shouted guy said, “Let’s play Water Kabaddi?”

“What is Water Kabbadi?” I thought.

“We will have imaginary boundaries and play kabaddi in this pool. It will be fun,” he added.

“I never played kabaddi. You guys play. I will watch,” I said.

“There is no fun without you. We will teach you. You must play,” he insisted.

We were divided into 2 groups. I was thinking I would be out at the beginning itself and don’t have to bother about the game. The other side came first, and our team completely held him, and he was out.

This time, our team guy went and touched one guy, and he was out. And then our team guy is out in the next round. Finally, they asked me to go. I said No. They insisted. I thought I would go and quickly come back.

Three guys left on their side. I went to them saying, “Kabaddi, kabaddi.” One guy caught my hand and pulled me towards them. The other guy quickly rushed and grabbed my legs. And the last guy held my waist.

I can feel those three guys touch my entire body. They didn’t leave any place to touch in a very short time. They were not just touching. They were trying to take this opportunity to feel my body. They were so close that I could feel their breath.

Now I am fully horny. They are, too. Somehow, I came out of my senses and said, “Okay, Am I out?” Then they said, “Yes, you are out,” and they left me.

I started going to the pool wall. Shockingly, I realised that both the bikini top and bottom were loose. I don’t know if these guys did it or if it just happened. They came out of my body and were floating.

I am completely naked now. I could see that they were floating a little bit distance from me. The water was so clear that they could see my body clearly in the water. They were enjoying this scene. I was running in the water to grab my clothes.

My boobs were swinging inside the water. It was an eye feast for them. I wore my bikini inside the water itself and came out. From being a conservative Sindhi girl, I came to this position where I show my assets to my 9 students openly. “It can’t get crazier than this,” I told myself.

Later that evening, I wore my tee shirt and jeans pants and rested on the sofa. I was watching my favorite TV Soap serial. All 9 guys went outside to buy something. They didn’t tell me what they were going to buy. Around 8 pm, they came with 4-5 heavy bags.

One guy said, “Pranali, we are going to have a very good time tonight!”

‘OMG, what did they plan now?’ I thought. My heart was pounding, and I said, “I am feeling tired. I may sleep early after dinner.”

“No way, Pranali. We didn’t come this far to eat and sleep,” one guy said.

“This should be a memorable night for all of us. We are sure you will enjoy it,” another guy said.

“Stop wasting time, guys. Keep the hot food on the table and other stuff in the fridge, and get dressed,” one of them said. I was happy that these guys must have got good food. We will enjoy the food and movie tonight.

One guy handed me a new dress and asked me to wear it. Before I said anything, he said, “Don’t do any drama this time. Just get dressed and come.” I took it, and it didn’t even open.

‘This couldn’t be worse than that bikini,’ I thought. I took a nice hot water shower and applied some lipstick and a moisturiser. I opened the dress. It was a Strap Halter V neck Mesh nightgown. Oh my god, it is erotic.

I never wore such a sexy nightgown. I feel like wearing it, but sitting in this dress in front of these guys is giving me nightmares. I recalled that guy’s words – No drama. And I wore it with fear and happiness.

I came out, and all the guys were stunned and stared at me for a long time. Me being fair and in this sexy dress, it was an unexplainable thrill to them. But I was shocked to see the set-up in front of me.

To be continued.

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Hello readers, mera naam Raghav hai, aur ye kahani tab ki hai jab main 22 saal ka tha aur college mein padhta tha. To aap kahani ke title se samajh hi gaye honge ki ye kahani meri aur meri teacher ki hai.

Main aap sabhi ko bata du ki darasal ye kahani meri jis teacher ki hai, wo mere  school mein meri senior hua karti thi. Wo mere ghar se kuch door hi rehti thi. Isliye hum jab ek sath school mein the, to ek hi bus mein aaya-jaya karte the.

Main unhe Sonali didi kaha karta tha. Kyunki wo mujhse 4 saal badi thi. Fir wo passout ho gayi aur hamari zyada mulakaat nahi hui. Jab mujhe college mein admission liye hue kuch din ho gaye. To ek din maine college mein Sonali ko dekha. Main kaafi hairan hua.

Fir maine jaake unse baat ki to pata chala ki wo usi college mein teacher ki job ke liye interview dene aayi thi, aur unhe job mil gayi thi. Ab wo hame computer sikhane wali thi. Main bahut khush hua kyunki mann hi mann mujhe Sonali par bachpan se crush tha. Mujhe unke sath bus mein jana kaafi acha lagta tha.

Main hamesha koshish karta tha ki school bus mein unhi ke sath baithu. Aur ab agar wo isi college mein padhane aayengi to firse main unke sath ek hi bus mein baith ke college aa sakta tha.

Agle din se wo hamare sath hamari hi bus mein college aane lagi. Hamari baat-cheet aage badhne lagi, aur numbers exchange hue. Fir kuch din baad college mein exams start ho gaye, to sirf wahi bachhe aane lage jinke us din exams the, aur zyadatar bachhe chutti par the.

Mujhe library ki ek kitaab return karni thi, jiski last date thi, aur agle din se hamari chutti lagni thi. To mujhe exam na hote bhi college jana pada. Main jab bus stop par pahucha, to aur koi nahi dikha. Bus aayi, aur main baith gaya.

Bus mein bhi koi nahi tha. Thodi der baad bus Sonali ke stop par ruki, to wo bhi aa gayi. Usne mujhe dekh kar smile ki aur mere paas aake baith gayi. Usne ek tight yellow salwar-suit pehna tha, jo ek-dum tight tha.

Mujhe uska figure ek-dum saaf dikhayi de raha tha. Sonali ka figure ek-dum perfect tha 32-28-34. Jis jagah se hona chahiye us jagah bharpoor gol aur ek-dum sexy.

Maine usse poocha: Aaj to chutti hai. Bachhe nahi aayenge to aap kyun ja rahe ho?

Usne kaha use kuch papers check karke submit karne the. Fir hum baatein karne lage. Mujhe pyaas lagi to main bottle se paani peene laga. Tabhi break lagi aur paani mere kapdon pe gir gaya. Sonali ne rumaal nikala aur paani ponchne lagi. Meri pant pe gira paani jab wo ponch rahi thi, to uska hath mere lund pe touch hua.

Wo ek-dum kadak khada tha, kyunki Sonali mujhse satt ke baithi thi, aur mujhe uska badan mehsoos hone ki wajah se uttejna ho rahi thi. Usne jhat se hath kheench liya aur seedhi hoke baith gayi.

Main bhi kuch der chup baitha raha. Kuch der mein hum college pahunch gaye. Maine apni book return kar di, aur mere paas kuch zyada kaam bacha nahi tha, to main canteen chala gaya. Par mere dimag se Sonali ka khayaal nikal nahi raha tha. Maine use message kiya-

Main: Main free hu, to kya main aapke paas aa sakta hu? Agar wo disturbance na ho to.

Unhone mujhe kaha: Haa aa jao.

Hamare college ka 3rd floor abhi-abhi bana tha, aur wahi floor tha jaha naye bachhe aur naye teachers ke cabins bane the. Wo cabins chhote separate rooms jaise the, jinme table, chair, ek window, aur gate tha bas. Main jab andar aaya to Sonali apne papers check kar rahi thi.

Maine kaha: Main help kar du?

To unhone kaha: Theek hai.

Fir unhone kuch papers mujhe de diye. Hum dono paas baith ke papers check karne lage. Mujhe checking mein kuch doubt aaya to maine Sonali se kaha-

Main: Ise kaise check karna hai?

Wo uth ke mere paas aayi. Main baitha tha aur wo mere paas table par jhuk ke mera doubt padhne lagi. Maine jaise hi unki taraf dekha, mera dhyan unke bade-bade boobs jo suit ke bade gale mein se saaf dikh rahe the, unpe gaya.

Paper check karte-karte unhone apna dupatta chair par rakh diya tha. Aur unhe dhyan nahi tha ki mujhe unke boobs dikh rahe the. Main ek takk unke boobs ko dekh raha tha, aur imagine kar raha tha ki unhe apne hatho mein leke dabane mein kitna maza aayega.

Main kho gaya tha. Unhone mujhe kuch kaha, aur main sun nahi paya. Tab unhe realize hua ki main unke boobs dekh raha tha. Wo ek-dum chaunk gayi, aur palat ke apni chair se chunni utha ke apne kandhe par daal li.

Main aankhen neeche karke paper dekhne laga. Mujhe laga shayad wo mujhe is harkat ke liye daantengi, par usi samay ghanti baji aur hum apna samaan lekar bus ke liye nikal gaye.

Bus mein hum ek hi seat par baithe the. Par hamne kuch der zyada baat nahi ki. Fir kuch der baad jab sirf ek-do bachhe hi bus mein bache the, aur wo kaafi peeche baithe the, tab Sonali ne baat shuru ki-

Sonali: Raghav tum aaj mere cabin mein kya dekh rahe the?

Raghav: Kuch nahi ma’am. Wo main to bas doubt pooch raha tha.

Sonali: Jhooth mat bolo Raghav. Maine tumhe mere boobs dekhte hue dekha hai.

Raghav: Sorry ma’am, mera wo irada nahi tha.

Sonali: Agar tumhara irada aisa kuch nahi hai, to fir (mere lund par hath rakhte hue jo abhi bhi kadak ho raha tha) ye kya hai?

Raghav: Sorry Ma’am, but mujhe aapke upar bahut saal se crush hai school time se.

Sonali: Aur?

Raghav:Aur jab maine aapke boobs aise dekhe to main kho gaya tha. Aur mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki main kya kar raha hu.

Sonali: Aur tumne jo dekha kya wo tumhe pasand aaya?

Raghav: Ma’am, ye aap, wo main.

Sonali (haste hue): Main aap wo kya kar rahe ho? Jawab do, pasand aaya ya nahi?

Raghav: Wo to aap meri pant dekh ke samajh hi gaye ho ki mujhe wo pasand aaya ya nahi.

Mere is jawab par Sonali zor se hass padi aur mujhe aankh maari. Ab main samajh gaya ki apni baat ban jayegi. Maine Sonali se poocha ki kya kal bhi wo college jayengi. To unhone bola ki haa teachers ko 2 din aur jana tha. To maine kaha theek hai.

Maine fir agle din college jaane ka plan banaya. Maine socha yahi mauka tha college mein hi apni fantasy poori karne ka. Main subah bus mein baith gaya. Fir jaise hi bus Sonali ke stop par ruki, wo mujhe dekh kar hairan ho gayi. Maine bahana banaya ki mujhe kuch books leni thi, isliye college jana pad raha tha.

Jab hum college pahuche, wo apne cabin mein chali gayi. Maine kuch der intezaar kiya. Fir unke cabin ke floor par chala gaya. Maine check kiya ki poore floor par bas 2 hi teacher cabin khule the. Ek Sonali ka, aur ek doosre sir ka jo ki ek-dum kone mein tha. Maine socha acha mauka tha, aur Sonali ke cabin ko knock kiya.

Sonali ne jaise hi cabin khola, wo mujhe dekh kar surprise ho gayi. Usne poocha main waha kaise.

To maine bola: Mera library ka kaam ho gaya hai. To socha aapki help kar du.

Usne mujhe kaha theek hai, aur mujhe kuch paper deke kaam karne lagi. Maine paper check karte-karte Sonali se kaha-

Main: Aapke paas paani hai kya?

Usne apni bottle khol ke mujhe di. Main paani pee kar bottle wapas dene laga, tabhi jaan-boojh kar maine bottle thodi pehle chhodh di, aur wo Sonali ki taraf gir gayi. Jaise hi bottle giri, paani poora uske boobs par gira, aur uske neeche ke saare kapde geele ho gaye.

Maine sorry bola aur rumaal nikaal kar paani saaf karne laga. Saaf karte-karte mera hath uske boobs par zor se ragad raha tha.

Sonali ne kaha: Raghav ye kya kar rahe ho?

Ab mujhe laga ki mauka sahi tha. Maine rumaal chhodh kar uski kamar pakad kar use apne se satta liya aur use jakad kar bola-

Raghav: Wahi kar raha hu jo kal maine apni imagination mein kiya tha.

Sonali: Koi aa jayega Raghav, leave me.

Raghav: Poore floor par koi nahi hai hame disturb karne wala.

Sonali: Acha to tum poori planning karke aaye ho?

Raghav: Ji Ma’am.

Ye sunte hi Sonali ne apne honth mere hontho par rakh diye, aur mujhe paaglon ki tarah kiss karne lagi. Hum ek-doosre ko khaa jana chaahte ho aise smooch kar rahe the. Fir hamne apne hosh sambhale, aur alag hue. Maine cabin ka gate lock kiya, aur Sonali ne window ke curtains band karke light on kar di.

Maine Sonali ko apni baahon mein bhar liya, aur zor se kiss karne laga. Wo bhi mera bharpoor sath de rahi thi. Hum paaglon ki tarah ek-doosre ko kiss kar rahe the. Fir maine uski kurti mein hath daal kar peeche se uski bra ka hook khol diya, jisse uske boobs azaad ho gaye.

Maine uski kurti uske sir ke upar se nikaal di. Ab wo upar se poori nangi ho gayi thi. Main paaglon ki tarah uske boobs par toot pada. Uske boobs itne firm hone ke baad bhi ek-dum soft the malayi ki tarah. Uske nipples bade aur ek-dum kadak ho gaye the.

Maine jaise hi uska ek nipple apne muh mein liya, uske muh se aah nikal gayi “aaahhh Raghav, mujhe itna acha kabhi nahi laga.” Aur ye bol kar wo mere sir ko apne nipples par zor se dhakelne lagi, aur mujhe aur zor se choosne ko kehne lagi. Maine uske nipple chooste-chooste uski salwar ka naada khol ke uske andar hath daal diya.

Mera hath uski panty ke upar pahuncha to uske muh se siskari nikalne lagi isshh aahhhhh ki. Uski panty poori geeli thi. Maine uski panty ke andar jaise hi hath dala, uski chut ek-dum chikni thi, aur uspe ek bhi baal nahi tha. Uski chut bhar-bhar ke apna rass baahar nikaal rahi thi. Maine uski chut ko sehlana shuru kiya. Wo maze se pagal hui jaa rahi thi.

Sonali: Raghav aaahhh ummmm, mujhe aisa aaj tak feel nahi hua kabhi ohhh.

Main ek hath se uske boobs ko masal raha tha, aur nipples ko choos raha tha, aur doosre se uski chut sehla raha tha. Fir maine dheere se ek ungli uski chut mein daal di. Uski cheekh nikal gayi.

Sonali: Ahhhhh, ye kya kar rahe ho? Nikalo use aahh.

Main samajh gaya tha ki Sonali virgin thi aur usne kabhi sex nahi kiya tha. Mere liye ye ek teer se do fantasy poori karne wala din tha “Virgin chut ki chudai” aur “Teacher ke sath college mein sex”. Aaj to mera jackpot laga tha.

Maine uski chut se ungli nikaal kar use table par bitha diya. Fir maine uski salwar aur panty utaar ke fenk di. Ab wo apne cabin ke table par nangi baithi thi. Mujhe use dekh kar josh chadh raha tha. Maine dheere se uski chut ke upar apne honth rakh diye.

Sonali: Ishhhh aaaahhh, kuch ho raha hai.

Wo zor se siskariyan lene lagi. Agar college ki chutti na hoti to ab tak cabin ke baahar log in siskariyon ko sunne ke liye jama ho jaate. Fir main uski chut ka rass-paan karne laga. Maine apni zuban se uski chut ko jee bhar kar chaata. Fir dheere se apni zuban uski chut mein daali. Use dard bhi ho raha tha, aur maza bhi aa raha tha. Wo ab mera sir pakad ke mere muh ko apni chut par dhakel rahi thi.

Sonali: Aaahh Raghav haa, bahut maza aa raha hai oohh ohhhh.

Kuch der baad mujhe feel hua ki uska badan akad raha tha, to maine uski chut mein andar tak zuban daal di. Wo ek zordaar jhatke se jhadne lagi, aur usne poora paani mere upar chhodh diya, aur nidhal ho kar table par let gayi. Main paas rakhi chair par baith kar uske jism ko niharne laga.

5 minute baad jab uske senses dobara laut aayi, to wo table se uthi aur mere paas aa kar mere hontho par ek kiss kiya, aur mere kaan mein kaha-

Sonali: Mujhe itna maza zindagi mein kabhi nahi aaya.

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