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Mera naam Neha Aggarwal hai, aur ye sex kahani jo lekar aayi hu, ye mere ek online friend ke sath ki hai. Mera online friend jiska naam Aditya hai, uske sath meri chatting hone lagi. Baat karte-karte hum dono sex ki bhi baatein karne lage. Ek din Aditya ne mere baare mein poocha to maine kaha-

Main: Main kolkata ki hu, aur married hu. Ghar pe mere alawa mere husband aur unke chhote bhai, aur uski biwi yani meri devrani Nisha rehti hai.

Aditya Delhi ka tha, aur hum dono ache dost ban chuke the. Hum dono ko sex ki baat karna pasand tha. Wo mere se poochte rehta ki sex life kaisi chal rahi hai.

Aditya ne ek din meri photo maangi to maine bhej di. Wo bahut tareef karne laga meri. Fir meri devrani Nisha ki bhi photo usko di, to wo photo dekh ke pagal hi ho gaya aur bola ki kya maal hai.

Uske muh se nikla ki Nisha ke mote-mote boobs ne uske lund ko khada kar diya. Wo mujhse bol pada ki ek raat mil jaye aapki devrani to pakad ke poori raat chodu. Wo fir mujhse milne ki zid karne laga, aur main bhi milna chaahti thi. Isliye maine Aditya ko Kolkata bula hi liya apne ghar. Poore din main aur Nisha hi hote hai ghar pe.

Nisha ko main bol di thi ke mera college time friend hai, to wo ghar pe kisi aur ko na bataye. Aditya ghar aata hai aur mere hi room mein wo fresh ho kar hall mein lage dinning mein baith kar nashta karne lagta hai.

Main uske paas baithi baat karti hu, aur devrani nashta laa kar Aditya ko deti hai. Devrani saree pehne hue thi. Usme se uske boobs saaf pata chal rahe the.

Devrani jaise hi kitchen mein jati hai, Aditya mujhe bolta hai ki Nisha ko photo mein dekha tha usse bhi kahi zyada sexy hai, aur kya mast boobs hai iske.

Main boli: Haa par tumhe thoda patana hoga devrani ko, uski chut leni hai to.

Maine Aditya se kaha: Devrani ko thoda paise wala ban kar dikhao. Aur use modelling bhi pasand hai.

Aditya samajh gaya. Fir Aditya mujhe room mein le gaya. Waha hum dono lip kiss karne lage, aur wo bolne laga-

Aditya: Neha mujhse control nahi ho raha. Ek baar tumhe chod lu?

Par maine usko saaf mana kar diya, aur boli: Pehle devrani.

To usne bhi shart rakh di ki Nisha ko chodne ke baad mujhe chodega, aur threesome bhi karega.

Fir Aditya hum dono ko shopping karwane mall mein le gaya, aur Nisha ko mehenge se mehanga kapda dilaya, jisse Nisha bahut khush thi, aur mujhe bhi kapde dilaye.

Ab Aditya aur Nisha thode khul gaye the, aur ache se baat karne lage. Main bhi un dono ko akela chhodh di kuch der. Fir jab main aayi to Nisha se boli ki kuch inner bra panty set lete hai. Fir hum ladies inner ke taraf chale gaye. Waha Nisha aur main bra select karne lage, aur Aditya bhi waha aa gaya.

Wo Nisha se bola ki uske hath mein jo bra thi, wo sahi nahi thi. Fir ek doosri bra dikha ke bola ki ye bahut achi hai. Nisha ka muh sharam se jhuk gaya kyunki wo bra black net wali thi. Par Nisha ne wo hi bra li, aur saari payment Aditya ne ki.

Jab hum wapas aa rahe the, tab Nisha ne usko thanks kaha, aur bola ki aapki choice achi hai.

Aditya ne kaha: Nisha bhabhi ji, aap Neha ke jaise meri bhi dost ban jao. Mere liye ye hi thanks hoga.

Nisha ne haa mein muh hilaya, aur hum sab ghar aa gaye. Aditya ne mujse kaha ki jo kapde layi ho wo try kar lo. Main try karke Aditya ko dikha rahi thi, aur fir maine aur Aditya ne Nisha se bhi kaha to wo bhi try karke dikhane lagi.

Aditya to is mauke ki talash mein hi tha.

Aditya ne kaha: Nisha bhabhi aap bahut gorgeous ho. Aisi sundarta aaj tak maine nahi dekhi.

Nisha ko bhi ye sun ke acha laga, kyunki Aditya mera friend tha, aur mere saamne uski tareef ho rahi thi.

Fir Nisha ne doosri dress bhi dikhayi aur fir Aditya ne kaha-

Aditya: Nisha bhabhi ek aur hai, wo bhi try karke dikha do kaisi lagi.

Nisha boli: 2 dresses hi to thi.

Aditya bola: Dress to 2 thi, par ek set aur hai na wo.

Nisha ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya, aur wo chup ho kar waha khadi rahi. Ye dekh ke Aditya Nisha ke paas jata hai, aur Nisha ke kandhe mein hath rakh ke bolta hai-

Aditya: Kya mujhe itni gorgeous ladki ko dekhne nahi milega?

Nisha apna chehra upar karke Aditya ke eyes mein dekh ke bolti hai: Ye sirf bra panty hai. Main kaise?

Itna hi boli thi ke Aditya uske lips pe apni ungli rakh ke Nisha ko chup kara deta hai.

Fir Aditya bolta hai: Yaha sirf Neha aur main hi to hai. Agar Neha ke saamne nahi dikha sakti to mujhe apne room mein dikha do.

Nisha ko ye theek laga. Wo ab room mein chali gayi, aur change karke aayine mein dekhne lagi apne aap ko. Wo khud ko dekh ke apne se boli ki panty aur bra mein wo dikh to heroine rahi thi.

Par bra mein uske boobs aur nipples saaf dikh rahe the, aur panty ki back mein sirf ek dori thi. Wo ye soch ke sharam se paani-paani ho rahi thi ki ek ajnabi ke aage wo aise kaise aa sakti thi.

Ye soch ke hi Nisha ki chut paani chhodhne lagi, aur uske boobs ke nipples bhi tight ho gaye. Nisha ne bed pe rakha ek towel uthaya, aur chut ko saaf karke Aditya ko awaaz di.

Nisha ke room mein jaise hi Aditya aaya, Nisha ne room band kar diya, ye soch ke kahi Neha na aa jaye.

Fir Aditya ne Nisha ko normal karne ke liye aisa behave kiya jaise ye jo wo dekh raha tha normal tha.

Aditya ne kaha: Nisha ji aapki sundarta ka koi jawab nahi, yaha tak Neha bhi kuch nahi aapke saamne. Aapko modelling karni chahiya Nisha.

Nisha ji aap kaho to mere paas ache contact hai, aur aap modelling line mein jaa sakti ho. Nisha ki sharam ab kuch kam hui, aur wo boli ki kya wo sach mein itni sundar thi.

To be continued…

I am Dev, a 22-year-old guy from Delhi. I am a recent passout of engineering and now doing a job. I have a mom, dad and sis in the family. We are a middle-class Punjabi family. Today, I am sharing my fantasy.

It all started last year. It was my 21st birthday. It was a cold winter night, and the wind was weeping outside our small house. Despite the chill, the warmth of family filled our home, and the atmosphere was cosy.

That evening had been filled with laughter and joy as we celebrated my birthday. My cousins, Anushka and Rohit, had come over to join the celebration, and they added more excitement.

Anushka was two years older than me, while Rohit was three years older. They were cousins to each other as well, which made our bond even more special. As the night wore on, the house quieted down, and the celebration concluded.

As we had a small house, we all cousins decided to sleep in the same room. A small size of the house and the biting cold outside. So, the arrangement was tight, but it also felt comforting to be surrounded by cousins. We lay in a single bed, Ankita then Anushka followed by me, and then Rohit on the other end.

A small night lamp dimly lighted the room. I could hear the gentle breathing of them as they drifted off to sleep. I was lying there, recalling the happy moments of the birthday celebration.

We all were in the same blanket. The warmth of Anushka’s body next to mine assured me that I drifted into a light sleep. However, after some time, something stirred me awake. I felt a slight movement next to me, and my curiosity got the better of me.

I opened my eyes just a bit to see what was happening. Through the dim light, I noticed Rohit’s hand moving subtly under the covers, and to my surprise, he was touching Anushka. At first, I thought it was an accident, a stray movement born of the cold.

But as the night progressed, the touches grew bolder, more deliberate. His hand was moving slowly and deliberately, caressing her body. I watched in the shadows, my breath held, as Rohit’s hand traced a line down Anushka’s side. My curiosity grew with each silent touch.

I felt a strange mix of emotions—fear, excitement, confusion. My mind raced with confusion and curiosity. What was he doing? The idea of touching my cousin in this way was entirely new to me. My heart pounded in my chest, and a mix of emotions surged through me.

I felt a strange curiosity and a growing excitement. Birthday night passed, but my cousins decided to stay one more day. We all enjoyed each other’s company throughout the day. But my mind was continuously thinking of last night, whatever I saw Rohit doing.

On that night, Rohit started doing the same. I could no longer ignore it. I reached out to Anushka. My hand was trembling with anticipation and fear, and I tentatively touched Shruti’s arm. Anushka’s breath hitched, and she remained still in sleep, allowing me to continue.

My touches were gentle. I explored the curves and valleys of her body. Each touch was a revelation of silent thoughts I had in my mind. Slowly, almost without realizing it, I found myself reaching out to touch Anushka as well. My hand moved tentatively, brushing against her soft skin.

The sensation was electrifying, and I felt a surge of adrenaline rush through me. Her skin was warm and smooth, and I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath. I moved my hand cautiously, feeling the curves of her body. Despite the thrill, fear quickly took over.

What if Anushka woke up? What if she slapped me or told someone? The fear was overwhelming, and after a few moments, I pulled my hand away and tried to calm my racing heart. I closed my eyes tightly, willing myself to sleep.

But the thoughts and sensations of what had just happened kept replaying in my mind. The next day, the events of the previous night kept swirling in my thoughts. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of what had happened. The touch, the sensation, the thrill – it all lingered in my mind.

Days turned into weeks, and my curiosity only grew stronger. I started wondering about Anushka, about the way she might have felt, and about the idea of touching her again. But spontaneously, a new thought crept into my mind. If I could touch my cousin, why couldn’t I touch my sister, Ankita?

Our family lived in a small house. It was common for us to all sleep on the same bed, from childhood, my father, me, Ankita, and my mother – we all slept side by side. The arrangement was like Dad, then me, then Ankita, and finally Mom.

The close quarters of our sleeping arrangement made it easier for me to entertain my growing fantasies. The excitement of touching Ankita began to consume my thoughts. Each night, as we lay in bed, I would wait until everyone was asleep.

I thought of approaching Ankita’s body many times. Then, one night, as I lay beside Ankita, the temptation became too strong to resist. My fingers trembled as I slowly reached over. My heart raced with anticipation and fear. The room was silent except for the soft sound of our breathing.

I gently placed my hand on her thigh. I felt the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shorts. I slowly moved my hand upward and was feeling the curve of her butt. My touch was light and hesitant. Ankita remained still, her breathing steady.

Days passed, and my daily touches to Ankita in bed, building anticipation for her inside me. The initial days passed in nervousness. But as I gained confidence, my touches became bolder. One night, I slid my hand under her T-shirt.

I felt so smooth, the flesh of her stomach was so mesmerizing to feel. The sensation was electrifying into me, and I felt a surge of arousal. Such small steps were putting me close to Ankita day by day. I was moving forward each night.

From admiring her in bed to touching each part, my journey started as days passed. I was feeling her every day, but someday, my hand moved higher. I reached for her boobs. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel the softness and firmness of her breasts under my touch.

Touches from above cloth excited me. So, one night while I was playing with her stomach, I found her boobs. A big round curve at the edge of the boob. I put my finger on her nipple. Then I cupped it gently. Her heartbeat quickened slightly.

The excitement was overwhelming, and I could feel my arousal growing. I played with her nipple, feeling it harden under my fingers. Sometimes, I made touches to her ass, feeling the curves and the firmness. Those days, I explored her body with a mix of fear and excitement.

One day, my heart pounded with excitement as I felt her pussy for the first time. My confidence peaked at that stage; those months were full of new explorations.

One day, my parents were not at home, so we were only two sleeping together. For the first time, I draw my dick out of my pants to let Ankita feel it.

I rubbed my dick against her ass. The sensations were intense, and I felt a surge of pleasure and guilt. I decided to go further. I even took her shorts down to her knees. Pulling her shorts down was quite hard. It took me two or three hours.

Whenever she used to turn around, I kept pulling her short little down from whichever side it was possible. I lay closer to her, kiss gently on her neck, and touch my dick to her exposed fat ass. The sensations were intense, but I felt a surge of pleasure and guilt also.

Despite my actions, Ankita never said anything. She never reacted or pushed me away. This silence only fuelled my fantasies and gave me the courage to continue, to push the boundaries even further.

One night, I leaned in closer. My lips were brushing against her neck. I could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the natural smell of her skin. It was intoxicating. I kissed her neck softly, then moved my lips down to her shoulder. My hand moved lower, slipping under the waistband of her shorts.

I felt the warmth of her pussy. I touched her gently, thinking if her body responded to my touch. The guilt and fear were still there. But the intense pleasure and excitement overshadowed them. I continued to explore her body, touching and feeling every inch of her.

Despite the excitement and pleasure, the guilt of touching my sister started to weigh heavily on me. Many questions I had in mind. What was I doing? Was it right? The questions continuously haunted me. I found myself seeking the answers.

As months passed, the guilt started to weigh heavily on me. Still, I could not resist thinking of Ankita. My gentle touches to Ankita became my habit. I could not sleep without touching her. To get my answers, I turned to the internet. I found a lot of content and literature available on insect fantasies.

I went deeper on the internet. At the same time, enjoying that I joined online Indian incest chat rooms. In that room, I found guys with similar fantasies. I used to chat there for hours. Learning others and sharing my fantasy with them. Some of them succeeded in fulfilling their fantasies, too.

Enormous kinky fantasies users used to share there, from having incest intimation to cuckolds and even sister swaps. Reading all these daily excited me more. It was there that I met a guy from Kerala. He was a dark-toned guy and was around ten years older than me, and we started discussing Ankita.

Our conversations were explicit and filled with fantasies. We imagined fucking my sisters, role-playing scenarios and did many voice calls to talk dirty about Ankita. We would chat about fucking her in different ways and share pictures and AI-generated edits of her.

We even had some live video sessions while Ankita was sleeping. The guy from Kerala would describe what he would do to Ankita. I would listen, getting aroused by his words always. The fantasies of me for Ankita grew darker and more intense.

As that guy was from Kerala, I started fantasizing about Ankita getting fucked by him. From that, my fantasy was to see Ankita getting fucked by a black guy grown – a big black cock. The thought of her with someone so different from us was thrilling.

But since a BBC wasn’t possible, I began fantasizing about her with any South Indian guy like that Kerala guy I met online. The idea of her being taken by someone else, someone different, consumed my thoughts. I would jerk off thinking about Ankita, imagining her with a black guy.

While sleeping, I continued the same. I was feeling closer to her, feeling the fabric on her against my skin. Each night was passing with pleasure. The fantasies were intense, and they filled my mind day and night.

Despite the growing intensity of my fantasies, I was always careful not to cross certain boundaries. I never went beyond touching and never attempted to have sex because the guilt of thinking about my sister was still in my mind.

To be continued.

I’m open to listening if you have experiences to share. Is anyone interested in connecting with me? Feel free to email me at [email protected] or on Gchat at [email protected].

Hello readers, an interesting event happened in my society last week, and I thought of sharing this story with all of my ISS members. I will start with my introduction: My name is Hrishi (27 years old, 5 ft 6 in tall, muscular and fit, with a 6-inch circumcised cock when erect), and I stay in Naupada, one of the best areas in Thane. I have a 1 BHK flat and work as an analyst in an MNC.

Now, coming to the story.

I live in a society with two wings (A and B), and I stay in the ‘A’ wing. Our society is busy with working-class people, only concerned about work and family. However, in the evening, most of the mothers come down with their children to play in our park. One such woman is Jyoti Bhave, who comes down with her kids as well.

Let me tell you about Jyoti: she was a Brahmin like me, a 35-year-old woman with a height of 5’8″, a fair complexion, and mesmerizing green eyes. She had medium-sized breasts, which were still firm, and her ass was like a magnet for men. Her husband was a CA, and she was a financial planner.

Most of the time, her husband travelled abroad, leaving her alone. I learned this from some friends in the society. Every evening, as I returned from work, I would see Jyoti in the park, and we would exchange smiles. However, I had been eyeing this Marathi bhabhi for a long time because she was simply irresistible!

One Saturday evening, I was walking in our society, and I saw Jyoti in the park with her kid. Suddenly, her child fell and got a minor injury. I quickly went to them with a bottle of water. She thanked me, and we started a conversation. She mentioned that she worked in the health insurance sector, which was my cue.

I asked for her number to get more details as I was looking for health insurance for myself and my parents. She was okay with it, and we exchanged smiles and went our ways.

Jyoti lived with her husband and child. The next day, I sent her a text on WhatsApp.

Me: Hello, Hrishi here. (I then gave her all the details about myself and my parents for health insurance purposes.)

Jyoti: Hey Hrishi, I have sent you all the options and the PDF related to health insurance companies. Please go through it and let me know what you want to do. (She took some time to reply initially.)

Me: Thanks for the same, and sorry if I disturbed you in between.

Jyoti: No, it’s totally fine. I have been very busy with my kid and home chores as my husband is out of town.

Me: It must be difficult handling everything by yourself. If you ever need any help, please let me know. And yes, if I had a wife like you, I would never leave the house and would get a job that lets me work from home.

Jyoti: You are so naughty. Thank you. I will definitely tell you if there is anything. Just come to my place tonight around 9 pm so that I can give you the papers to fill out for insurance.

This was the perfect opportunity to make a move. I went to her place, sneaking past our building watchman around 9 pm, wearing a good perfume. I rang the bell, and there she was – the stunning Marathi beauty. She was in a silk gown with an open back, and it was clear she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

My cock started to get hard, but I managed to control myself. She smiled warmly and invited me in. I sat on the sofa while she went inside to bring the papers. Her kid was sleeping, and she mentioned her husband would be back next month.

As she was taking the papers out of the cupboard, I couldn’t resist and kissed her bare, sexy back! She was surprised and pushed me away.

Jyoti: What the hell are you doing? Get out of my house, or I will call someone!

Me: I am really sorry, but I have feelings for you, and you seem so lonely. Please don’t panic, let me talk. We can work this out, and no one will ever know.

Slowly, I moved closer to her. She pushed me again but then asked me to come to the other bedroom where her kid wasn’t. We went inside and locked the door.

Jyoti: This is wrong, and I have a bad feeling about this.

Me: Don’t worry, Jyoti. No one will know, and I just want to make you happy because I am in love with you. I know we can’t marry, but we can still see each other and have some fun.

I removed my shirt and approached my Marathi neighbour bhabhi, kissing her deeply. She was an amazing kisser, and we continued making out on the bed for about 15 minutes. Then, she put her hand inside my pants and started stroking my hard 6-inch cock. I took off my pants and stood there naked.

I then removed her silk gown, revealing her perfect body, her fair breasts with pink nipples, and her inviting vagina. I started fingering her and then licked her vagina, giving her an intense orgasm. Afterwards, I told her to get on her knees while I stood up. She began kissing my cock and licking my balls.

I held her head as she gave me the best deepthroat ever, gagging and letting saliva drip onto her breasts. It felt like a dream to be with such a beautiful woman. Finally, I came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all like a pro. I then made her get into doggy style and started fucking the sexy Marathi bhabhi. She was so happy and kept speaking in Marathi.

Jyoti: Ajun kar, Ajun jorat kar, mala khup bara vattay. Kes pakad mazhe ani anal sex pan kar. Boobs pakad mazhe mala ajun bara vatel.

I wore a condom and entered her asshole while holding and playing with her breasts, using coconut oil to ease the way. It took some time to enter, but it was the best experience for both of us. I fucked her like an animal, and she was enjoying every moment. Afterwards, we took a break for the next round. We had some water and snacks, fed each other and played naughty games.

Jyoti: Don’t wear a condom. I want a child from you. My husband and I had sex, but I didn’t want a child from him, so I took a pill. Now, you can give me a child, and I will keep it as a sign of our love.

I was on cloud 9! I fucked the married Marathi woman in the missionary position and cummed inside her. She was so happy and exhausted from all the sex.

I lit a cigarette and asked her to give me a blowjob while I smoked in bed. She eagerly obliged, sucking my cock while I enjoyed my smoke. This continued for a while, and then we both slept nude.

In the morning, around 8, she was still sleeping, and I woke up with a morning wood. I immediately put my cock in her mouth. She woke up shocked but happily started sucking. After a while, we had sex again, and then I left. Now, we fuck every week when her husband and kid are not around. I got my slut for life.

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Hey Guys, I’m Sulekha. I’m a widow. I’m 49 years old and am a single mother of 25 kids. Today’s story is the third part of my series ‘Sulekha fucked by an Australian’, and Sumit and I have written this part.

Sumit’s Account:

I was in the bathroom, jerking off, when she started pounding on the door. “Come out, Come out,” she cried out. Leaving my task unfinished, I unlocked the door. Savannah flung the door open and rushed in. She kicked me out of the bathroom and shut the door.

7 and a half months pregnant, she had to pee quite often. After doing her business, she came out, looking exhausted. I tried to kiss her, but she shoved me away. Pregnancy had killed her sex drive. It’s been months since I had any sex. In fact, it’s been months since I had seen a pussy.

As she returned to bed, I was left there, with my dick in my hand, wondering what to do next. I needed action. I needed it badly. There was only one place I could call in my time of need. HOME.

Sulekha’s Account:

Up and down, her body went as bed screeched. Her head flung back. The brown hair brushed against her pale white butt. It bounced on Mr Mehta’s crotch, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamps. Keshav Mehta has become one of my regulars over the years.

My first encounter with him started as a pure accident, but since then, he has become my loyal customer. Keshav held Bahuputri’s big round breasts in his hand as if they were squeeze balls. My daughter placed her hands on Keshav’s thighs as she arched her back.

Riding on his cock, she moaned slowly, “Yes, Uncle, Yes, fuck me, yes, fuck me, ahhh, yes, yes.”

“Bahuputri, your pussy is so amazing. I feel like my cock is getting a nice massage inside your cunt as you move up and down,” Keshav said appreciatively.

“Ahh, Uncle, yes, I’m honoured that my pussy can pleasure your cock. Ahhh, yes, yes, you have given us money in times of need. I’m glad my pussy could repay your generosity.”

Keshav giggled, “It wasn’t for free, Bahuputri. I paid your mother and your sisters in exchange for sex. And sex with them has always been amazing. I’m glad that you have carried your family’s tradition of pleasuring men to the full.”

His fingers caught her nipples in their webbing. He squeezed them tight. Milk dribbled out, flowing down the back of his hand.

“I just want to make Mum proud by being the best whore I could be,” Bahuputri replied, leaning over his. She placed her palms on either side of his head, levelling her boobs with his mouth. Keshav squeezed them, making her squirt milk into his mouth.

“Ahhh, ahhh, yes, yes, I’m proud, I’m proud, I’m proud of you, beta,” I moaned.

In the corner of the room, I stood, bent over the dresser. With one leg on the floor and the other resting on the dresser, I took the full thrust of Arjun. He was nailing my pussy like a drill machine digging oil from the ground. Gathering my hair in his one hand, he went full-throttle on my cunt.

His other hand slapped my ass as he fucked me from behind.

“Fuck you, fuck you, What a whore, fuck you, You are such a lovely whore,” Arjun scuffed.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes baby, I’m a whore, I’m a whore, Yes, I’m a whore,” I moaned in reply, my boobs smacking into my ribs repeatedly.

Arjun was Keshav’s nephew (his sister’s son) who had come over to visit him from Canada along with his friend. As a way to entertain his guests, Keshav called me and asked me to come over to his house while his wife and daughter were away.

That was three days ago. And in those three days, the three had fucked the hell out of me, Olivia, and Bahuputri.

“Come on, Arjun, Don’t call my Sulekha a whore. She’s my queen,” said Keshav playfully.

“Yes, yes, yes, we are whore, we are whore, yes, yes, yes, fuck my whore pussy, fuck my whore pussy, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” cried my sister, Olivia.

Pinned against the window glass, her knees rested on the sill. Olivia’s white body stuck to the window like a lizard. Her blonde hair grazed her back with each stroke of Arjun’s white Canadian friend, John.

“How did a white and blonde woman like you come out of an Indian mom?” John asked, pulling out of Olivia’s cunt.

Olivia stepped down and sat on the window sill. Taking John’s big white dick in her hands, she stroked it, aiming for her big tits, and said, “My mother once visited the US. There, she met my Dad. Mom offered my Dad her pussy in exchange for a room at his place. And that’s how I was born.”

“Why did your mom give you an American name instead of an Indian one?”

“My Dad named me. I wasn’t born in India. I was born in the US. I spent the first seven years of my life there before my mom moved back to India. My Dad called me Olivia while mom calls me Arsha,” Olivia answered, putting John’s cock between her breasts.

“No one can look at you and tell that you are Sulekha’s younger sister. There is not an ounce of Indian in you,” John commented jokingly. Olivia smiled as she titty-fucked him. John grabbed her blonde hair with both hands and up his pace. Olivia squeezed her boobs tighter together.

“Mr Mehta,  your wife and daughter are here,” John blurted out, noticing a car pull up outside the front gate.

Keshav pushed Bahuputri off of him, Arjun pulled his cock out of my pussy, and John and Olivia stepped away from the window. All six of us started running around the room frantically. Arjun led us down the stairs while Keshav and John went to the other room to fetch our luggage.

We stepped into the backyard just as Keshav appeared, dressed, our handbags in his grasp. John followed behind with our travel bag. He handed us our purses and two bundles of 1000 rupee notes. Olivia took the handbags and the money while I took the travel bag.

Hurriedly, we climbed over the boundary wall and disappeared into the dark before his wife and daughter could see us.

Keshav’s house was at the border of the city. The area around his home wasn’t populated at all. There was a vast stretch of land with nothing but wild grass, and the nearest house was nearly 500 metres away.

In the back alley, we stood, completely naked. Olivia pulled her phone out as I set the travel bag down. She turned on the flash of her phone, shining some light on the bag. Undoing the zipper, I lifted the flap.

The light from the phone wasn’t enough for me to rummage through the bag’s contents. I grabbed whatever I could off the top and closed the flap.

“Where’s my bra and panties,” Bahuputri muttered as she analysed the clothes I had handed to her.

“They are at the very bottom, and I’m not going to toss out all our stuff just to find them,” I said angrily.

“Mum, I got cum in my pussy. At least give me my panties,” Bahuputri argued.

“Just put on your damn clothes,” I glared.

“I got cum in my pussy too, honey. But we are standing naked on the street in the dark. Let’s just put on whatever clothes we got and get moving,” Olivia said calmly.

We rounded the block and got to our car, which was parked at some distance from Keshav’s home. In no time, we were on the highway, cruising along at a great speed. I was behind the steering wheel, Olivia next to me, and Bahuputri in the backseat.

In the rearview mirror, I noticed Bahuputri digging into her handbag and pulling out a dildo. She pulled her skirt up, spread her legs, and shoved it inside her pussy.

“Don’t you dare ruin my car with your squirt,” I scolded.

“Mum, I’m horny,” Bahuputri protested, pushing the dildo in and out of her pussy.

“Don’t be harsh on her, Didi,” said Olivia, “She’s not the only one who’s horny. I am, too. And I know you are as well.”

“Thanks, Masi,” Bahuputri said, continuing with her self-pleasure.

Just then, my phone rang. It was in my bag, at the back. Managing the movement of the dildo with one hand, Bahuputri pulled my phone out and took the call.

“Hello,” she answered in a moaning tone, “Yes, bhaiya, ahhh, I’m good, I’m just horny, yes, yes, I’m fucking myself, ahhh, yes, it feels good. Not as good as your cock, yes bhaiya, yes, I miss your cock, fuck, you are making me hornier, oh bhaiya, fuck, yes, okay.”

She hung up. The phone rang again. Turning the backseat light on, she set the phone on the handrest between my seat and Olivia’s. I heard Sumit’s voice filling up the car. Bahuputri positioned herself in front of the camera, fucking herself with the dildo while Sumit watched via the video call.

“Oh, my sweet little sister, I crave your pussy so much, fuck that hole of yours. I love it, I want my cock in your cunt so bad right now.”

“I want your cock too, bhaiya, I want it too,” Bahuputri replied.

“Where’s mum,” he asked.

“I’m here,” I picked up the phone and held it in front of me while I drove, “how are you, beta?”

“I’m good mum, how are you?”

“I’m good too. And how is your girlfriend?”

“She’s asleep right now.”

“Are you taking care of her? These will be difficult months for her. I want you to take good care of her. After all, this is my first non-incest grandchild.”

“Regarding that,” he said abruptly, “can you come over? I haven’t had sex in a long while. I need to fuck a pussy.”

“Savannah doesn’t have sex with you?” I replied.

“She has lost her appetite ever since she got pregnant. I don’t get it. I had so much sex when you were pregnant. Why doesn’t she?” Sumit complained.

“It’s impossible to match the sex drive of the women of our family,” Olivia remarked.

“Hi Masi,” said Sumit. He was just 2 years younger than Olivia, and the two had a friendly and active sexual relationship.

“Hello, beta,” Olivia replied.

“Masi, can you come over? It’s been a long time since I fucked you,” Sumit requested.

“Sorry, Beta, but I have other plans,” Olivia replied.

“Let me see. I think Vanshika’s exams will be over soon. She can come over after that,” I said.

“Watch out,” Olivia screamed suddenly.

I reacted as quickly as possible, but it was too late. My car rammed into the bike that was ahead. Its riders fell to the side. Pulling the car over, I disconnected the call, climbed out, and went over to check on the two riders.

Horror consumed me when I noticed that the two riders were police constables. Due to Sumit’s call, I slowed down my speed. Maybe because of that, they weren’t injured. The constables got to their feet, mumbling in anger.

They snapped at me, rightfully so. I apologised, but they were having it. The fat constable ordered me to get in the backseat. I did as he asked. He got behind the steering wheel while his colleague got back on his bike.

Our car followed the bike. It was dark both outside and inside. In the back, next to me, Bahuputri continued, albeit discreetly, to fuck herself with the dildo. I noticed it, grabbed the toy, pulled it out of her cunt. I hid it under my dress just as we slipped off the highway and onto a dirt road.

The constables pulled us out of the car. They ordered us to step into the police station. I asked the fat one to let me at least pee. He told me to go to the side of the police station and do my business and to come inside after I was done.

It was dark all around. The bulb over the door was the only light outside. Once the two constables had escorted Olivia and Bahuputri in, I took out the dildo and tossed it as far away as I could. I waited for some time and then went in.

Inspector Gupta was pissed at us. We stood in a file, and he marched back and forth, hammering in his authority.

“Sir, it was an accident,” I tried to present my case, but he held his hand up to shut me up.

“You hit two on-duty police constables. You must be punished for it,” said Gupta, slapping his baton on his palm gently.

“It was an accident, sir. It was too dark outside,” Olivia said softly.

“Didn’t you have headlights in your car,” he said sternly.

“Sir, let’s put them in lockup for four to five days. That will teach them a lesson,” the fat constable suggested, smirking.

“Please, sir, don’t put us in lockup. It will destroy my future and my life. No one will offer me a job,” Bahuputri pleaded, “there has to be another way.”

Just as those words escaped her mouth, my head fell. She may not have realised it, but I knew what was about to follow. I knew men. I knew what they would think when a woman made such an offer, even if it was done innocently. It’s just one thing they all want.

“So, another way,” he muttered, rounding behind us.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s ignorant,” I tried to reinterpret Bahuputri’s statement.

“Let me be the judge of that,” Inspector said teasingly. With his baton, he lifted my skirt. “Innocent,” he remarked sarcastically, admiring my naked ass. He moved over to Bahuputri. “Your future,” he continued in his sarcastic tone as he lifted Bahuputri’s skirt.

This time, he used his hands instead of his baton. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him caressing her bare white ass. Bahuputri arched her back and bit her lip. She was already feeling horny in the car. I knew she was getting aroused by his gentle caressing.

Inspector Gupta moved over to Olivia. Lifting her skirt, he pressed his crotch against her ass and ground her butt slowly. He rounded to the front and stood before Bahuputri. We three stood with our heads hanging in shame. With his baton, he slowly caressed Bahuputri’s thighs, gradually moving up.

With the tip of his stick, he rubbed her pussy. Bahuputir was getting restless. Her mouth gaped, and a soft moan escaped.

“Sir, I think she is ready for another way,” teased the fat constable.

“Then pick one for yourself,” said the Inspector, smiling.

The fat constable approached me. Grabbing my dress, he lifted it over my head and tossed it aside. He ran his hands all over my naked body to get the feel of my boobs and my pussy. He rubbed my clit, getting me warmed up.

The constable grabbed my hair and escorted me into one of the two lockups. His partner from earlier joined us. On the stone slab that served as a bed, they laid me down on my back. They took off their uniforms and dropped them on the floor.

The fat one shifted me, turning my pussy at an angle that was comfortable for him. My ass hung in the air, and my head pushed against the wall. Kneeling before me, he spread open my legs and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue wetting my pussy lips gently.

The other constable, massaging his cock in an attempt to get it up, sat next to my face. As the fat constable licked my pussy, I sucked on his friend’s dick, feeling it hardening in my mouth. My hand moved back and forth, matching the motion of my lips around his cock.

The fat constable parted my pussy lips and pushed his tongue inside. He licked the inside of my pussy, making me go wild. Moving my face away from the other constable’s cock, I let out a slow moan. The fat constable reared his head up and smiled. “Fuck me, please,” I pleaded.

He straightened me and pulled me closer to the edge. My left foot touched the floor, and my right heel, balancing on the edge, coiled around his thigh. He massaged my clit with the tip of his dick, sending me into a frenzy. With the licking and sucking, I was already warm. Now, I desired to be ravaged.

The fat constable pushed his cock inside me, and I gasped. His hands grabbed my waist as his cock pushed in and out of my cunt. “Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh,” I moaned softly.

“How’s her pussy?” The other constable asked.

“Feels great,” the fat one answered.

“Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me,” I moaned, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. My boobs dancing on his movements.

“Take my dick, slut,” the other constable lifted my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. Grabbing my hair, he fucked my mouth. The tip of his dick reached to the back of my throat. When he pulled out, I gasped, trying to catch the air.

After the coughing stopped, my moans grew louder, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Yes, Yes, Yes, Fuck me, Fuck me.”

My moans energised the fat constable. He pinned my thighs to the slab. My knees brushed against my big breasts. His heavy balls slapped my asshole as his dick drilled my pussy hard.

The other guy then pushed the fat constable away. He has had enough of waiting and wanted to feel my pussy on his dick. He sat on the slab and asked me to ride his cock on reverse cowgirl. Climbing atop of him, I guided his shaft into my cunt. His hands caressed my bare back. I faced the door of the lockup, turning my back to the man.

Olivia was on the wooden bench, sandwiched between two constables. One was under her, while the other was atop her. The young constable had hold of her blonde hair and was drilling her ass.

“Fuck, Fuck, my ass, my ass, fuck my ass, it hurts, ahh, it hurts, fuck, my asshole hurts, fuck,” she cried. The two constables laughed and continued to drill her pussy and ass together.

I began hopping on the constable’s dick. My tits bouncing with my movements. They slapped off my ribs like basketballs. My gaze shifted to Bahuputri, lying on her back on the Inspector’s desk. Inspector Gupta had laid her down at an angle from where I could see her face and his thick dick drilling her cunt.

The desk shuddered, and her round boobs rippled with his thrusts. A white fluid smeared around her pussy lips. The Inspector had already cummed in her once, I thought. “Fuck me, fuck me.. fuck me, harder, harder, fuck me harder, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” she moaned.

The Inspector made her climb down the desk and told her to bend over it. Spreading her buttcheeks wide, he pushed his brown cock inside her cum filled pussy. He began pounding her hard, slapping her butt cheeks along the way. “Yes, Like that, fuck me like that, fuck me like that,” she moaned.

The Inspector pulled his cock out after a few minutes. He waved in our direction and ordered the constables to bring me to him. The fat constable grabbed my hair and pulled me off his friend. In the room, Olivia, Bahuputri and I were made to go down on our knees.

The five men gathered in front of us and began shagging off. With collective grunts, their cocks exploded, dousing us with their cum. Our faces were covered in their white juices. Pushing it into our mouths, they made us lick their dicks clean.

“Give them their keys back. They are free to go now,” the Inspector declared.

After cleaning our faces and putting our clothes on, we climbed into our car and headed back to our home. Satisfied to the core, Bahuputri fell asleep instantly. It was early in the morning when we reached home. After taking a long shower and having a nice breakfast, I informed Vanshika of Sumit’s request.

She was excited to go over to her favourite brother and fulfil his needs. She had always enjoyed getting fucked by Sumit. The sex at the police station was amazing. We did have a few giggles talking about it for a few days that followed.

For me and Bahuputri, nothing much happened but for Olivia, it was a slight bump in the road. A baby bump. She had plans to move to the USA. But her pregnancy meant that she had to postpone the idea for a while.

So, guys, that is the third part of the story that started with my encounter with the Australian guy years ago. I hope you like it. I would love to know your thoughts in the comment section below, or you can contact me at [email protected].

Olivia’s ID is [email protected], and Bahuputri’s ID is [email protected]. I’ll be back with the next part, where you’ll get to know more about my family and Savannah’s life as a new mother. Till then, it’s bye from my side.

Hello all and this is my first ISS story. So, bear with me if there are any mistakes, and also feel free to give opinions after going through it.

Also, thanks a lot for reading the first and second parts of this wonderful story and appreciating my work.

Part 3 continued…

My conversation with Nancy put a lot of thoughts in my mind and again another night of crazy thoughts and I was looking forward to seeing what kind of thing Nancy was going to pull this time. The next day again I got a call from Nancy.

Me: Hey Nancy, what’s up?

Nancy: Look at you so desperate. Picked up my call just in 2 rings.

Me: Stop it yaar, just had my phone in hand.

Nancy: Tell your story to someone else. I know what’s cooking in your head. Let me tell you this, last night I pulled something good for your sake and had to drink like anything to set up your girl. So, you better remember this favor.

Me: Aren’t you going to rob me with interest? I’ll settle everything then. So, jokes apart, tell me how are you feeling?

Nancy: Hmm, I just woke up and have a big hangover.

Me: Get some lemon soda or buttermilk.

Nancy: Hmm, at least you have a bit of concern for me, Thanks. I’ll not tease you anymore. Let me tell you this yesterday I had a good one-to-one conversation with Manasa after ditching Arpita and Neha in their room. I had to prepare her with a few extra drinks and then initiated those talks and I think I hit her sour spot. Let me tell you how I corrupt our girl’s mind by putting some kinky stuff into her, Hahaha.

(Going forward is the conversation between Nancy and Manasa when they started drinking alone.)

Manasa: Hey Nancy, why don’t we wind up, you had enough drinks already.

Nancy: Come on Manasa, we are on vacation and I am not sure when we will regroup again like this. Let’s enjoy every bit, okay?

Manasa: Sure, I’ll accompany you but you better not complain tomorrow morning of a headache.

Nancy: Nah, I can drink all night and my capacity is good. Manasa, did you see earlier that the boys’ group in the cafe was checking us out? Too bad they were not man enough to approach us, hahaha.

Manasa: Come on, is it always about boys in your head? Also, we are on a girls’ trip, so you better behave. Tell me you recently had a break-up and you are already looking for fun.

Nancy: Yaar, we are in Manali and nothing bad in having some adventure, right? Also, who will know what we are doing here. It’s not like someone is watching us here. So, if there is an opportunity to have some fun, then why not? Tell me you too noticed that group, right? Did you find anyone attractive?

Manasa: I am not interested in any one-night stands and not with a random, unknown person.

Nancy: You and Arpita are too outdated, Manasa. How many more days do you watch porn and finger yourself? Don’t you like having a boyfriend, some physical intimacy, and some fun? Even when many guys from our class liked you, you never reciprocated. Tell me, are you a lesbian? (While saying this, Nancy tried hugging Manasa and this hit Manasa’s nerves.)

Manasa: Fuck off, I am not lesbian and I am as straight as it gets. It’s just very hard to be in Bangalore where I have a lot of people looking out and also, I don’t like anyone from our class to begin with. I want my first time to be with a person I like and I fully trust.

Nancy: Boring reason, Manasa. Like this, you will get an arranged marriage and compromise.

Manasa: Don’t jinx it. I too want to explore life and have fun. It’s just I am not comfortable with one-night stands. That’s why I want to get out of Bangalore and then look for someone suitable to get into a relationship. Even if it’s short term, then too I want to look for a person of my type.

Nancy: Come on, yaar! You are already so shy and soft by nature and how exactly are you going to find someone when you go out alone? You need to bring out some bitchy sides out into the open. Tell me that we still have a night tomorrow. So, how about we keep our eyes open and look for some foreigners here? With luck, we can have some good memories of Manali and I have heard foreigners are good with virgins.

Manasa: Shut up, Nancy. I am not into all these. I want my first time to be memorable.

Nancy: Hmm, I don’t know what to do with you. Tell me, at least this time you are out of home and also going to stay in Chandigarh for a bit, and you are staying with Rahul under the same roof. So, why not make him your play? He is good-looking and trustworthy enough for you, right?

Manasa: What nonsense are you sprouting?! He is my Anna.

Nancy: Come on Manasa, he is your cousin and at best a distinct relative. Also, he is not an unknown guy. If I had stayed in Chandigarh, I would have seduced him myself and had fun you know. Don’t you at least get tempted?

Manasa (got angry and jealous by Nancy’s statement of seducing me): So, that was what you were doing in Chandigarh all close to Rahul Anna?

Nancy: See how jealous you are getting here and ready to fight me. Let me say this, even in Chandigarh I noticed how shy you acted around Rahul and at the same time, how much he used to stare at you. Even with my advances, he used to stare at you. I know you like him and he too seems to be interested in you. So, why not take this opportunity and seduce him?

Manasa (after a long silence): It’s not right, Nancy.

Nancy: Come on Manasa, like this you will stay a virgin. I know you are very frustrated and looking for some man’s touch. At least now you have a chance and Rahul is good and I am sure he likes you too. It’s only you two there so no one needs to know anything.

Manasa: Do you think Rahul Anna likes me too? Look at him, he is so tall and I am this short. So, I might not be his type to start with.

Nancy: Idiot, why can’t you be more confident? I am sure he likes you just by looking at how he stares at you. So, just be confident. Also, you are the Amul babe of our group. Look how beautiful you are and all of us pale out in front of your beauty. You just need to be confident and seduce him a bit. I know he will not be able to resist that, okay?

Manasa: I am not sure if it’s right, but I like Rahul Anna a bit too. But to do what you are saying, I am a little scared.

Nancy: Finally, now we are talking. Why don’t I teach you some stuff about seduction? I know you will bag him. Also, don’t think if it’s right or wrong. If it’s someone you like, there is no wrong in taking some initiatives. Also, I know men best and they too think of all kinds of kinky stuff. Who knows he might also be thinking just like you and might have masturbated a few times too, hahaha.

Manasa: Chee! Stop it. Rahul Anna is not like that

Nancy: Trust me, I know men better, okay? Now, let me teach you some stuff.

(Now Nancy gives some naughty ideas to Manasa.)

Nancy: You will be staying in Chandigarh for some time. So, try to extend your work as much as possible. Even if your work is completed, then make some reasons and extend your trip as much as possible.

Nancy: Then when you stay with Rahul? Don’t make him sleep on the couch or living area. Just insist on sharing a bed and give some reasons like, the heater is only in the room and all. Just don’t give him a reason to reject.

Nancy: Also, let me tell you a secret. I asked him to buy you a good girl’s perfume, so use it as much as possible when you are around him. Men are attracted to good smells. Also, buy some sports bra and shots and work out when he is at home or when he is coming back after work, men will be attracted to it.

Nancy: Then buy some good stuff like long dresses, short tops, sexy nighties, and sexy lingerie. Take the initiative to show it to him and make some sexy poses while showing off and demanding his opinion.

Nancy: Also, while sleeping, take slow initiative to get close to him and take the initiative to hug and rub against him in sleep when you get the opportunity. Be more touchy with him most of the time. Have a few candlelight dinners with wine. Always wear shorts or loose tops and shorts at home. Do all these and you will surely succeed.

Nancy: Also, let me take you to the saloon for some makeover. It’s not like you need it, but still present your best self to him. Trust me, men like cute and beautiful girls more than hot ones and you are that person. This is your time Manasa, just be confident and be a little proactive for once.

It was the last push Manasa needed and she showed some determination and agreed to listen to Nancy. They both planned on getting some required things the next day.

(Coming back to my conversation with Nancy.)

Nancy: I am taking her to get some light facial, eyebrows, and underarms done today and I’ll leave her pussy part to you. Hahaha.

Listening to this, I got an instant hard-on and I couldn’t stop thinking about Manasa and also was eagerly waiting to see her again as soon as possible. Soon Nancy’s voice came saying –

Nancy: Now, I have worked this hard and you pay me properly. Got it, mister?

(I was still very embarrassed to discuss it like this Manasa with Nancy. But I thought that this was my only chance and thanked Nancy and said, “Don’t worry I’ll keep this favor in mind and try my best to fulfill your terms”.)

Nancy: So, you finally got some balls, ha? I thought you would be this shy till the end, hahaha. Tell me how much you like her?

I got a bit frank and said: I have thought of incest, but thinking and action are completely different. Moreover, Manasa was my first crush, so I always kept my distance from her.

Nancy: Now, don’t hold back anymore and go all out on her. Also, be a bit gentle on her first time, and then you can change her to your needs slowly.

Me: Hmm, don’t worry, I will keep it in mind.

Nancy: I have not told Manasa to shave her pussy hair. I hope it’s okay with you.

Me: Yes, I like it both ways.

Nancy: So, tell me, what surprises you have prepared for Manasa?

Me: Nothing much, got a good perfume as a gift and ordered a bouquet of red roses and a small Ferrero Rocher chocolate box.

Nancy: Wow, take it slow and give it to her the next morning, and don’t lose control immediately. Even if she invites you to the same bed, give her some time and let her take the initiative. And I’ll guide her on the phone. Don’t let her get back to Bangalore soon and keep her there for at least 3 to 4 weeks. Make sure to train her well before sending her back to me.

Me: Sure, no problem. Thanks a lot for this. Let me know whenever you need any help or coming to the North. We will meet then.

Nancy: Deal. And I am not going to be satisfied with a surprise of perfume and roses. So, my surprise better be something extraordinary.

Me: Don’t worry, you will be satisfied and happy with my surprise.

Nancy: So, you had time to think about my surprise too, huh? Now, I need to plan something soon. OK bye, take care.

Me: Bye, Nancy.

After the call, I was super pumped up and started planning my actions for Tuesday. I knew the roses and chocolate would get to me by Tuesday morning and I thought it would be better to cook something good for Manasa and give her gifts then. I knew she would go do her lingerie and nightie shopping that day and I was super excited thinking of all these developments.

Then thinking of what I should cook her, I thought of getting some maple and chocolate syrup making good pancakes for breakfast and preparing a good Dum biryani with nice wine for a night on Tuesday.

On Monday night, I booked a cab to Sector 17 Chandigarh and waited for Manasa to come. At around 12:30, her bus came and I eagerly started looking for Manasa. Then finally after a few passengers got out, Manasa came into view. I smiled and waved at her and went near her. To my surprise, she had a bright smile on her and came to me. Before I knew it, we both hugged each other and I felt Manasa shook a bit initially, but still forced a tight hug. I knew she had opened up to those thoughts and with a few more pushes, she would completely open up and my dreams could be achieved.

I left her and asked how her trip was and if she enjoyed it. She answered that it was good and enjoyed it very much. The bus conductor was passing everyone’s luggage, so I went and took Manasa’s suitcase and then we came to the side. I noticed Nancy was there as well observing my interaction with Manasa. She was just out of her sleep and her hair was a bit messy, unlike Manasa whom I think was preparing herself on the bus before and was looking very fresh and beautiful.

I thought this side of Nancy was very cute and went to her to greet her.

She hugged me and said: Take it slow, mister. She is not running away. And notice others also for a change.

I playfully whispered to her saying, “You are looking very cute in this sleepyhead look. I love this side of you more.”

And then left her. She seemed to be a little embarrassed and turned away towards Manasa and whispered something to her.

Then she said: I am leaving her to you. Now send her back to Bangalore safely and bid goodbye to us.

When I turned towards Manasa, I saw she was very embarrassed and was blushing very much. I was not sure what Nancy told Manasa, but a few days later when we finally opened up, she told me that Nancy whispered in her ears, “He is your play and make sure to eat him up enough and only then come back to Bangalore”.

Hearing that I was dumb-folded and finally got to know how naughty Nancy can be.

It’s all for this part and will continue this story in the next part. Feel free to comment and give feedback here or on my email.

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Ab aage:-

Nisha ki chut ko ek baar aur wo position badal kar doggy mein karta hai aur Nisha room ki khidki ko pakad ke khadi hoti hai. Fir Aditya uski kamar pakad ke peeche se lund daal deta hai.

Aditya kamar pakad ke doggy position mein chodne lagta hai Nisha ko, aur fir Nisha ke baal pakad ke uske muh ko apni aur karke lip kiss karta hai.

Peeche se chudai karne par Aditya ko Nisha ki naram gaand ka ehsaas hota hai, aur wo laalchi nazar se gaand mein hath ferne lagta hai.

Kuch 30 minutes ke chudai ke baad fir Aditya Nisha ki chut mein jhad jata hai, aur ek fach ki awaaz ke sath hi lund chut se baahar aata hai, sath bahut saari malayi bhi.

Nisha ko waha se godi mein le kar Aditya bed par sulata hai, aur kuch der aaram karne bolta hai. Aditya baahar jaane lagta hai, to Nisha uska hath pakad ke bolti hai mere paas hi let jao na.

Par Aditya ko to Neha ka jism bhi chahiye tha, aur aaj to din ke 4 baj chuke the. Ab raat 10 baje dono ke husband ka aane ka time tha.

Aditya Nisha ko ek kiss karke bolta hai: Kuch der aaram karo, main Neha se baat kar lu. Nahi to wo kya sochegi.

Aditya ek towel jisse Nisha ne chut saaf ki thi, wo pehan ke Neha ke paas chala jata hai, aur bolta hai-

Aditya: Maza aa gaya Nisha ki chut chod kar. Par mann nahi bhara.

Wo Neha yani mera paas aata hai, bilkul paas, aur towel khol ke apna lund dikha ke bolta hai-

Aditya: Aaj real dekh lo, photo mein to bahut baar dekh chuki ho tum.

Lund bilkul mere muh ke paas tha, aur usme se Nisha aur Aditya dono ke sperm lage hue the. Aditya ka lund maine hath mein leke hilana shuru kiya, aur muh mein lekar choosne lagi. Nisha ki chudai karke aaya hi tha Aditya, to uske lund ke topi bilkul khuli hui thi.

Lund muh mein lekar main Aditya ko achi chusayi dene lagi. Kuch hi pal mein uska lund iron rod ban chuka tha.

Wo mujhe bola: Waah main to nanga hu, aur khud poore kapde pehan rakhe hai.

Aur usne meri kurti khol di, sath hi bra panty bhi. Wo mere gore jism ko dekh raha tha. Shayad wo mere aur devrani ke jism ka comparison kar raha tha. Aditya mujhe godi mein utha ke bedroom le gaya, aur bed pe sula kar mere jism ke har ek ang ko choosne aur chaatne laga.

Mere dono pairon ke beech aa kar apna musal lund chut pe set karke chodne laga. Meri aah aah nikal rahi thi, aur swarg ka gota laga rahi thi.

Uske lund ke ek-ek shot ke jawab main apni chut ke sath de rahi thi, par shayad usko zyada maza nahi aa raha tha mujhe chodne mein. Kyunki wo to devrani ke upar fida tha.

Kuch 10 minutes ki chudai mein hi wo meri chut mein jhad ke mere upar gir gaya aur bola-

Aditya: Aaj main bahut thak gaya hu.

Hum dono ko kab neend aayi pata hi nahi chala, aur jab hum uthe to 8 baj chuke the. Main aur Aditya baahar aake dekhe ki devrani dinner bana rahi thi. Aditya paas ke hi ek hotel pe chala gaya, aur main devrani ke paas chali gayi. Devrani mujhe dekhte hi mujhe zor se gale laga leti hai aur bolti hai ki Aditya ke sath bahut badi galti kar di usne.

Maine Nisha se kaha: Ye zindagi hamari hai. Ye body hamari hai. Is body ko hum jisko bhi de wo hamari marzi hai. Aur rahi baat Aditya ki, to wo Nisha tumhe bahut pasand karta hai.

Main usko uske boobs ki aur dikha ke boli: Iska deewana hai wo.

Nisha ke chehre mein ek muskan aa gayi aur wo mujhe boli: Dhat didi, aap kuch bhi bolti ho.

Maine use kaha: Sach Nisha, Aditya jab pehli baar tujhe dekha tha, tabhi wo tere bade boobs ka deewana ho gaya tha. Aur khaas Delhi se Kolkata sirf tere liye hi aaya hai. Aur jab tak wo yaha hai, tu khoob maza kar. Devar ji tujhe pyaasa chhodh dete hai na, ab Aditya se maza kar.

Ab doosre din Aditya fir ghar aa gaya, aur Nisha ko mere saamne hi lip kiss kar diya. Nisha bhi ab uski kiss ka jawaab kiss se hi de rahi thi. Aaj Nisha bilkul besharam ban chuki thi.

Aditya ne ek beer ki bottle nikali, aur cigarette jala kar mujhe aur Nisha ko di. Hum dono ne hi cigarette pe.

Aditya ne Nisha ke dono boobs ko mere saamne hi dabana shuru kiya aur bolne laga: Neha bhabhi dekho Nisha ne kya boobs paaye hai. Mann karta hai iske boobs mein muh ghusa du.

Nisha ne khud apna blouse utara aur boobs Aditya ke muh mein de diye. Aditya Nisha ke boobs choos raha tha, aur Nisha cigrette pe ke boobs chuswati rahi. Nisha ko firse Aditya uske room mein le gaya, aur dono bilkul nange ho kar ek-doosre se chipak gaye jaise koi janam-janam ke premi ho.

Nisha Aditya ko bed pe letne kehti hai, aur khud uske lund pe baith ke chudne lagti hai. Wo lund pe uchal-uchal ke apni chut shant karti hai, par Aditya kuch aur hi socha tha.

Wo kuch der baad Nisha ko firse doggy banata hai, aur Nisha apne hath se chut ki fank ko khol deti hai lund ke liye.

Par ye kya, Aditya to lund gaand pe set karke dhakka lagane ki koshish kar raha tha. Wo 4-5 thappad Nisha ki gaand mein laga kar ek jhatka deta hai. Nisha ki gaand cheerta hua lund aadhe se bhi zyada gaand mein chala jata hai. Uske pair kaampne lagte hai, aur wo dard se cheekh padti hai.

Nisha lund baahar karne ki koshish karti hai, par Aditya ki gaand pe ek aur jhatka Nisha ko maano adhamara hua sa bana diya. Nisha ke liye ye bardasht se baahar tha, aur unki saans fool chuki thi. Aditya bhi ek baar to darr hi gaya, par fir aur 3-4 jhatko ke baad lund poori tarah se Nisha ki gaand ko khol diya.

Ab Aditya Nisha ki gaand chodne laga, aur Nisha bhi chup ho kar gaand marwane lagi.

Lund mein khoon bhi laga hua tha. Ye dekh Aditya khush hua ki Nisha ki virgin gaand ko usne hi choda tha. Ab Nisha bhi halka-halka gaand utha ke chudai ka aanand lene lagi.

To be continued…

Months turned into years. My fantasies about Ankita remained vivid in my mind, but life started to change. I graduated from college with a degree in software engineering and secured a job in Gurugram. It offered opportunities and independence that I eagerly embraced.

With a sense of pride and accomplishment, I bought a house in a quiet neighbourhood. I was determined to build a new life for myself. Paying off the home loan was a challenge. But I managed it with careful budgeting and a commitment to my career.

I furnished the house modestly but comfortably, turning it into a space that felt truly mine. I settled into this new chapter of my life. Then, I received a call from Ankita. She was now in college and faced with the challenge of finding suitable accommodation.

It made perfect sense for her to move in with me. After all, we had grown up together, and she was practically family. The excitement of having Ankita living with me was overwhelming. The fantasies I’d harboured for so long felt like they were on the brink of becoming a reality.

The thought of living under the same roof with just the two of us was both thrilling and terrifying. Ankita arrived on a bright, sunny afternoon. I got to see her after months. Her eyes were sparkling with anticipation. I helped her carry her bags into the house. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.

She looked different—more mature, more confident. But she still had that same warm smile that always made my heart race. As she settled, we fell into a comfortable routine. Ankita was a diligent student, often spending hours in her room studying or attending online classes.

I respected her space. But there were moments when our paths crossed in ways that sent my mind running into fantasy. One evening, after a long day at work, I returned home and found Ankita in the living room. Her hair was cascading down her back in a loose, wavy style.

She was wearing a simple tank top and shorts. Her bare legs were stretched out on the couch. My heart skipped a beat as I greeted her, trying to keep my calm.

“Hey, how was your day?” she asked, looking up from her laptop with a smile.

“It was good,” I replied, my voice slightly shaky. “How about you? How’s college going?”

“It’s going well, just a lot of assignments,” she sighed, running a hand through her long hair. “But I’m managing.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her hair. It was everything I had fantasized about—long, beautiful, and mesmerizing. I became a great admirer of her long hair which I never explored. Her hair was ignored by me always, but now they become an attraction.

As the days turned into weeks, the tension between us grew. There were moments when our hands brushed accidentally, sending electric shocks through my body. Sometimes, I would find her looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. As if she was aware of the fantasies I kept hidden.

It was a Sunday. I woke up late. As I came out of my room, I heard some sounds in the kitchen. When I went there, I saw Ankita turning the kitchen upside down. She was in her tees and shorts. My eyes couldn’t stop from going on to her waxed thighs.

I instantly got a hard-on, and then, when I moved my gaze up. I noticed a small part of her cleavage was visible, with a sweat line starting from her neck. She was struggling with flour, trying to make paratha for breakfast. My looks moved towards her boobs which were free and moving as she was mixing the flour.

I also noticed her pointing nipples. Maybe she was turned on by the chilled morning. I wished I could grab them with my fingers and squeeze them. Making her moan and then kiss her moaning face hard. I stood there looking at her jiggling boobs, with my dick getting in shape slowly.

She looked at me and said, “Bro, why do you stand over there? Please come and help your sis na.” She made a puppy face for which I couldn’t say no. But fuck, my dick was poking out of the boxer. Before I could think of how to escape the current situation, Ankita came beside me.

She pushed the bowl towards me to mix. I pressed myself closer to the table to hide my erection. That’s when the spoon fell, and my sister bent down to pick it up. I moved my head to my left to see her cleavage as she bent down to pick up the spoon. That’s when she noticed my erection for the first time.

She didn’t react to it and tried to show everything was normal. I somehow escaped from there. I was nervous. But as I went back to my room, I relieved myself after such an erotic morning. We were comfortable in our new home, so after settling into our new home.

I decided to host a small housewarming party to celebrate my achievement of buying a house at an early age. I invited some of my friends and my colleagues from work to come over and see the new place. It was a modest gathering, but I wanted to show off my new house and the life I was building.

The party was going well, with everyone enjoying themselves. My boss, Rajesh, a South Indian guy, was also there. He was a charming man, confident and well-spoken. As the evening went on, I noticed him taking an interest in Ankita. He complimented her, trying to engage her in conversation.

But Ankita, being conservative and traditional, didn’t appreciate his advances. She was becoming uncomfortable with his continuous presence. Eventually, she snapped at him, telling him off in front of everyone to stop. Her voice was loud, and her tone was rude as she was offended by Rajesh.

As soon as it happened, Rajesh could not manage to stay longer. He left the party without saying a word. It was clearly evident that he did not like how Ankita behaved in front of all his other friends and colleagues. The atmosphere grew tense, and the party ended soon after.

I could see the anger in Rajesh’s eyes as he left. As the party ended, Ankita looked disturbed of the party. We did not talk about this incident that night. We both cleaned up our place and went to bed.

The next day at work, Rajesh, my boss, called me into his office. His attitude was cold but unforgiving.

“Dev, we need to talk,” he said, motioning for me to sit down.

“Yes, sir?” I replied, my heart was sinking.

“Your sister disrespected me last night. I don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour,” he said, his voice stern. “I’m considering letting you go.”

Panic washed over me. Losing my job would mean losing everything. The house, the loan, my future – it all depended on this job. I couldn’t afford to lose it.

“Please, sir,” I begged. “It was a misunderstanding. She’s not used to this kind of attention. She’s very traditional.”

Rajesh leaned back in his chair, a calculating look in his eyes. “I see. But you understand my position, don’t you? Respect is important.”

“Yes, sir. I understand,” I said, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. He was silent for a moment, then leaned forward. “There might be a way to fix this, Dev. But it will require some effort on your part.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my mind racing.

“I think you know what I mean,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A cold chill ran down my spine as I realized what he was implying. I struggled to maintain my composure.

“Sir, I don’t think I understand,” I said, hoping to deflect his intentions.

Rajesh smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Let’s just say that I could overlook last night’s incident if you were willing to make a few accommodations.”

The room felt suddenly smaller. The air was telling me unspoken threats.

“It would be a shame for you to lose everything over a simple misunderstanding, wouldn’t it?”

The tension in the room was palpable. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I grappled with the impossible decision before me.

“I… I need some time to think about this,” I stammered, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere of Rajesh’s office.

“Of course,” Rajesh said, his tone mocking. “Take all the time you need. But remember, the clock is ticking.”

As I left his office, my mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. How could I manage to keep my job? The stakes were higher than ever, and the choices before me seemed impossible. I knew I had to find a way out of this nightmare, but every option seemed fraught with peril.

That evening, I returned home feeling more conflicted than ever. Ankita greeted me with her usual warmth, but I couldn’t shake the dark cloud hanging over my thoughts. As we sat down for dinner, I struggled to maintain normalcy.

“How was your day?” she asked, noticing my distraction.

“It was… complicated,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Work stuff.”

She looked concerned but didn’t press further. As the evening wore on, I found myself lost in thought, trying to devise a plan to navigate the treacherous situation I was in. The pressure was immense, and the stakes couldn’t have been higher. One thing was certain: I had to find a way to secure our future, no matter what it took.

The next day at work, Rajesh called me into his office again. His tone was even colder and more chilling than the past day.

“Dev, I’ve given you some time to think,” he said, motioning for me to sit down. “Have you made a decision?”

I sat down, desperately trying to find a way out. “Sir, I understand the importance of respect, but Ankita is very traditional. She didn’t mean to disrespect you and….”

Rajesh’s expression remained stern. “I’m not interested in excuses, Dev. I demanded a sincere apology from Ankita, and it can be only repaid through her spending a night in my bed.”

My blood ran cold. Was he really suggesting this? The implications were horrifying, but the reality of my situation was equally dire. The weight of the mortgage, the stability of my new life, and the future I was building all hung in the balance.

“Sir, Ankita is my sister,” I said, my voice barely steady. “I can’t ask her to do anything she’s uncomfortable with.”

Rajesh’s smile didn’t waver. “Think about it, Dev. I’m not asking for much, just a little cooperation.” Without saying any word further, I left his cabin. Seeing a black guy fucking Ankita was my ultimate dream.

Even in fear of losing a job, the thought of Rajesh fucking Ankita provoked my mind. Mixed feelings for Ankita, the guilt of seeing anyone blackmailing for their sister, but also the excitement of my fantasy.

The thought of Ankita being subjected to Rajesh’s advances was unbearable, but so was the idea of losing my job and everything I had worked so hard to achieve. As I thought more, I found my mind was quite prepared to agree with Rajesh’s demand. But my biggest concern was to talk to Ankita about all this.

To be continued.

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Hi, this is Radhika again with one of my recent sexual encounters. It was a normal day at the office. I had my daily tasks over. I was overjoyed with the presentation that went really well with the client.

I opened my mail to look for my cab details. When I reached, I found that the back seats were already occupied. I sat at the front when the driver entered. I was shocked to find the same driver who fucked me along with my manager the other day.

He smiled at me and started the engine. Actually, mine was the first drop. But when he took another route, I didn’t mind. I was so happy that day. The last person told the driver that he could drop him off after dropping me off. But the driver was smart enough to answer the other guy saying that he drops me daily.

It was the first time that he came to drop me and he is playing it smartly. After dropping him off, the driver started the conversation, telling me that it was the first time that he had done it with someone other than his wife.

He also confessed that it was the first time he experienced double penetration in life and participated in it. I smiled and said, “So you cheated your wife by fucking me, right.” He said, “Yes, but you are worth cheating anyone just to get into that hole of yours.” Oh boy, he is flirting so well, I thought.

I asked him, “How was the cheating experience then?” He smiled and said, “It was the best till now. I have a college-going daughter. I have never fucked a high-class slut like you.” I was getting horny by his words and the way he described me.

Our conversation ended that day as I reached my place. I got down and reached my flat. I saw that my husband and his friend had already started drinking. I went in, took a bath and came out wearing a T-shirt and shorts. I could feel his friends’ eyes all over me.

The next day, in the cab, while the driver is dropping me. I was the last drop. It takes around 20 minutes to reach my place. I also noticed that he drove at 20KMS while dropping me off. Our conversation went like this.

Driver: So, since how long is sir fucking you?

Me: It was the day when both of us got down from the cab and he asked you to go back to the office.

Driver: It was almost a year back.

Me: Yes, from that day.

Driver: So he is feasting on a young pussy lucky guy.

Me: Even you are feasting, and you are equally lucky, too.

I winked at him. He placed his hand on my thigh.

Driver: But I don’t have the luck to have such a beautiful slut whenever I want.

Me: Why are you calling me slut?

Driver: I have been calling you for a week and why do you care to ask only today?

I smiled and sat.

Driver: Did you enjoy my fuck that day?

Me: Hmm.

Driver: Tell.

Me: Yes, I did, your dick was so hairy and dirty. I loved the smell of it. The way you fucked me mercilessly was really something that I cannot forget.

Driver: So this bitch loves dirty dicks, and to smell them.

Me: Yes.

I moaned, looking at him. Now his hand moved to my boobs, and he pressed my right boob. He found that there was no bra, just a slip inside the T-shirt that I wore. My nipples got harder as his rough hands played with my boob. I was moving in the car for pleasure and moaning.

He pinched my nipple, took my right hand, and placed it over his bulge. He opened his zip, and I slid my hand into his pants. It was all hairy, and I moved my hand past it to get a grip on his dick. It was all sticky with sweat and maybe pee too. He had his hand on my t-shirt and was playing with my boob.

He turned the car to an empty ground and turned it off. I pulled his dick out, and he pushed me to him. Soon his dick was in my mouth while his two hands moulded my boobs. His squeezing and pinching of my nipples made me suck and bite his dick tip.

He moaned, and in one go, he pulled me over him with ease. I never imagined that he would have the strength to make me get on him. He lifted my top, and I raised my hands to take it off. Once it was gone, he held my boobs with his hands, pressing them and sucking the hard nipples.

I was moaning about the pleasure I was getting with his rough treatment. He made me rest on the steering while he licked my boobs, stomach and tongue fucked my navel. He made me put my hands over my head and licked my underarms. I wore jeans, and he removed the button.

Unzipped my jeans and saw my floral panty. He rubbed his hand above my pussy, feeling the roughness of the sprouting hair. He then slid his fingers below to find my wet pussy waiting for his fingers to explore. I raised a little so he could pull my jeans further down along with my panties.

He put his fingers in my pussy. I was kneeling in his seat with his legs between my legs. My pussy was open as my legs were parted. He rubbed exactly at the open area. As his finger touched my parted area, I felt its roughness, and my whole body shivered in pleasure.

To make it double, he slapped my pussy with his palm. I was moaning as he continued to slap me. He lowered his pants, exposing his fully erect dick. It was fat and long, around 7 inches. I know that monster would part my pussy and widen it. I slowly lowered myself.

Once his dick tip was touching my pussy I moved my pussy lips on its tip. His pre cum was getting rubbed all over my pussy, and it aroused me more. I caught my waist and made me sit slowly on his monster. I could feel it ripping me apart, and once it was completely in.

I kissed his lips. He was so aggressive in kissing, and I loved it a lot. I began to move my hips, riding his monster. He had his hands on my ass, moving my ass front and back while slapping it in between. It was so hot that his pubic hair touched my pussy lips while I sat on his dick.

He was eating and biting my boobs. I was riding him, and I took his hand towards my ass hole. He flipped my ass hole with his finger and slowly started to increase his forefinger into it. Getting my ass filled while my pussy was already filled turned me a lot, and I was riding him with full force.

I knew I could not last long and asked him to fuck me from below. I matched his hard strokes from below as his dick touched my ass. I cum so hard on his dick. My juices ran all over his dick, his ball and stopped on the seat. I caught him tightly to my heart and was catching my breath after the hard orgasm.

He slowly placed on the seat. Lower the seat making room for me to lie down on it. He came over to me, becoming completely nude. He raised my legs and placed them over his shoulders. He entered me again and held the seat tightly. He started to drill my pussy with huge speed.

I was staying while my boobs moved up and down, making noise as they touched my chest. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his pounding as it was forming an orgasm in my pussy.

He continued his rough fucking even though now my pussy started to burn. I started to scream and asked him to slow down. But he slapped my face and caught my neck. He pinned me to the seat, making me unable to move. I was moving my ass in rhythm despite the burning in my pussy.

He fucked me super fast, and I came on his dick for the second time in the past one hour. He fucked me for a few more minutes and pulled his dick out. He pushed me down and had his dick in my mouth. He cum some in my mouth, pulled his dick out and cum the remaining all over my face.

I remained there with his cum all over my face. We were sweating even though the AC was on. I took my panties and wiped his cum from my face. I wore the panties and then my jeans. I could feel his cum all over my pussy. He then dropped me home.

I pressed his dick when I was about to get out of the cab. He kissed my hand and thanked me for the amazing fun we had. Let me know if you had fun enough reading to [email protected].

Hello readers! In this story, I am going to share my experience with a hot professor. She was my lecturer during the day and my bedmate at night. So read the story till the end if you want to experience the whole incident from my POV.

I am Raj. I am basically from Kerala. I was pursuing an MBA in one of the top colleges in Bangalore. I had an impeccable academic status right from the first semester. So naturally, I was a favourite among the teachers.

One such teacher was my English professor. She used to teach Business English. I was her favourite student as I was the only one who would finish all the assignments on time and scored well in her subject.

Now about her.:

Her name is Jennifer. She is from Tamil Nadu, and she has a Tamilian complexion. But her features were something anyone would die for. She had a well-maintained body.

She wore a saree to college on most days and would come in a top and jeans on special occasions.  Quite the opposite of what other female professors would do.

She had long hair, and she would wear minimal makeup to college. She looks very humble and modest. Though she was a Christian, she would wear a small bindi on her forehead, which added to her facial features. She was in her early thirties, but no one could guess her age.

Now, let me start by describing the incident. Our college had organized a cultural fest to which a few other colleges were also invited. Me and my friend Ashok had planned to take numbers from beautiful girls from other colleges. We stood by the entrance of our college and looked at all the beautiful girls.

Most of the girls came with their boyfriends. So we had no luck that day. With a heavy heart, we went and sat down to enjoy the dance performance. Jennifer was in charge of the dance competition. As soon as she saw me, she signalled me and asked me to do some chores for her.

She gave me some errands, which I readily agreed to. I was quite busy for the day, and my friend Ashok enjoyed it all by himself. The competition was over by six in the evening, and it was time for us to go home. On my way home, I saw Jennifer ma’am trying to kick start her scooter.

I parked my bike by the side of the road and helped her. It seems the electric start motor was dead and due to some reasons, the kick starter was not working. It seems she hadn’t used the kicker in a while. After several failed attempts, I told her that nothing could be done now.

We needed to take it to a nearby workshop. Luckily, I knew a mechanic who would come to the spot where we called him. I dialled his number, and he came as soon as he could. He inspected the scooter and said that the kicker had jammed and wouldn’t work till cleaned thoroughly.

Apart from that, the self-motor needed to be replaced. She was visibly sad since she now had to take a cab. With much reluctance, I offered her a ride to her house. After thinking for a few seconds, she agreed and sat behind me. The ride home was bumpy as the road was full of puddles after the rain.

I was careful not to apply sudden brakes as she would think that I was intentionally doing it. After a ten-minute ride, I dropped her at her home. Her house was only a couple of blocks away from my house. She got off my bike and thanked me.

I went back home and started imagining how good it would have felt if she had hugged me from behind. Lost in my dreams, I had fallen asleep and skipped dinner. The next day was Sunday and I had made plans of going to the mall with my friends.

I got ready, and just when I was about to leave, I received a message from Jennifer ma’am.

Jennifer: Is my scooter ready?

Me: Sorry, ma’am! I almost forgot. I will inform you once I talk to the mechanic.

Jennifer: Do it soon, please! I have to go shopping.

I called him, but he didn’t pick up the call. So I texted her back, saying that since he was not picking up his phone, I would go and check myself.

Jennifer: Are you sure that my scooter will be repaired?

Me: Yes, ma’am. I have known him for the past three years. He doesn’t like to keep his customers waiting.

Jennifer: Then in that case, could you please pick me up from my house and drop me at the workshop?
Me: Sure, ma’am. I will be there in a couple of minutes.

Jennifer: Ok.

As promised, I picked her up from her house and dropped her at the workshop. My bad, his shop was closed. So that is why he didn’t pick up my call. Now I looked at Jennifer, ma’am and asked if I should drop her back to her house.

Jennifer: Are you kidding me? I got ready for shopping and I am not going back home without doing some shopping.

Me: So what are you going to do, ma’am? Shall I book a cab?

Jennifer: Hmm! What are you doing today? Are you free?

Me: Yes. My friends and I were thinking of hanging out by the mall.

Jennifer: Sounds more interesting than shopping.

Me: Yeah, it is. You can do window shopping there.

Jennifer: Sounds cool. Let me accompany you.

I wasn’t expecting this from her. Reluctantly, I agreed. I texted my friends that we had to cancel our plan today since I had some other work. I knew that if I told them that I was going out with Jennifer ma’am, they would tease me the next day when they saw me.

My friends cursed me for cancelling our plan but agreed upon it. She sat on the pillion seat, and we drove towards Koramangala. Just a few kilometres before the mall, the rain started pouring. I had to find a shelter to protect ourselves from getting drenched.

So I parked my bike near a bus stand, and we both went under the shelter. The bus stop was empty. Jennifer had worn an orange top and blue jeans. The top complimented her body shape. Since we were drenched in the rain, I could see her black bra sticking to her top.

The top was now looking like a see-through cloth. I got lost in the visual. She caught me looking at her, and then she realized which condition she was in. She turned to the opposite side. Now I could see the back of her body. I could easily see the backstrings of her bra.

She then turned around, and this time, it was less visible. She suggested that we should cancel our plan and have tea instead. There was a tea shop near to the bus stop. I went and bought tea for her and me. We drank the tea, and just as we were about to leave, the rain started pouring again.

We stayed there for nearly an hour but the rain was not letting us go. It was getting dark, and she received a call from her mother. She told her that she would be at home in an hour. She suggested that since we were already drenched, we should head towards home and dry ourselves at home.

I readily agreed as I was feeling hungry, too. We speeded our way to her home. Once we reached her home, she invited me in and offered me a cup of coffee. She went inside her room. I was watching her from behind. The curves of her waist were dancing as she walked.

After a few minutes, she came in a T-shirt and pyjamas. She looked even more hot and sexy in these clothes. She gave me a towel and asked me to dry myself. I went to the washroom and removed my clothes. I had hung them in the hangar and was drying myself.

I forgot to lock the door. As soon as Jenfier ma’am knocked on the door, it opened. There I was, standing stark naked in front of my professor. She was left speechless as she didn’t react for a few seconds. Time seemed to stand still. I wasn’t able to react, either.

She was the first to react. She turned her face to the other side and ran away. I was ashamed about the incident. We didn’t look into each other’s faces. I took my leave once my clothes had been dried in the dryer.

That day, I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking how it would have ended up if the positions were reversed today. I masturbated thinking of her and slept. The next day, I woke up to find a message from Jennifer ma’am.

Jennifer: Sorry! I should have called out your name instead.

Me: I also apologize for the bus stop incident.

She had read the message but didn’t reply. After a couple of minutes, she replied.

Jennifer: So, now we are even.

Seriously, I didn’t expect this reply from her.

Me: Kind of.

Jennifer: ??

Me: You saw me stark naked.

Jennifer: ??

Me: Nothing. Sorry! I got carried away.

Jennifer: Be careful next time.

The next day at college, she was absent. I spent the whole day thinking why she didn’t come. Worried, after college, I went straight to her house. I rang the bell, and after a couple of minutes, Jennifer Ma’am opened the door. The way she looked, I figured out that she was sick, maybe because of the rain.

She invited me and asked me the reason for the visit. I told her that since she wasn’t there at the school, I was worried. She gave me a confused look and asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I said a cup of coffee would feel good.

Without hesitation, she asked me to make a coffee for both of us since her mother was not at home. I went into the kitchen and made coffee. I saw a cauliflower by the fridge. I asked whether she wanted cauliflower pakoras. She replied, “Don’t ask! Bring me some!”

I made some cauliflower pakoras to accompany coffee. She sipped the coffee and said it was just like the way her mother makes coffee.

Jennifer: How wonderful would it be to get a husband who would cook tasty food for me everyday?

Me: Very wonderful.

We both laughed. After having coffee, she felt better, and we started chatting. Out of nowhere, a huge sound crackled through the windows. It was the sound of lightning. She got scared and jumped out of her seat. The jump landed her on my lap. We both were now confused about what to do.

In a flow, I put my hand around her waist and hugged her. She, too, hugged me back. I started caressing her back and traced my fingers through her bra strap. We were getting carried away. Our bodies felt each other’s warmth. I kissed her lips and started pressing her waist.

She let out a small moan. This was enough for me to trigger my inner beast. We were kissing like hell. I removed her t-shirt and started fondling her breasts over her bra. She had worn a black bra which made me more horny. She then made me remove my T-shirt. I then unhooked her bra and started sucking her nipples.

She was letting out moans. She was enjoying every second. So was I. I then hugged her and removed my pants and boxers. Just as I removed my pants, someone knocked at the door, and we were panicked. I grabbed my clothes, and Jennifer pointed towards her bedroom. I rushed towards her bedroom.

It was her mother who had returned after shopping.

Jennifer’s mom: Why did it take you so long to open the door?

Jennifer: I was in the bathroom.

Jennifer’s mom: Ok.

Her mom sat down on the couch and started to watch a movie. I was sure that if I left the room, both Jennifer and I would end up getting caught. I waited till Jennifer’s mom went to sleep. As soon as I was abought to leave, Jennifer asked me not to!

We closed the door and had fun. How we fucked and satisfied one another?
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Fir Aditya Nisha ke hath pakad ke aayine ke paas le gaya, aur khud uske peeche khada ho kar Nisha se bolne laga-

Aditya: Dekho apne aap ko. Tumhari ye aankh. Koi bhi doob jaye is aankh mein.

Aditya Nisha ke kaan ke paas aa kar ye bol raha tha, aur muh se garam saanse chhodh raha tha.

Fir Aditya ne kaha: Sabse zaroori ek model mein hote hai uska slim figure aur bade boobs. Aur Nisha tumhare ye boobs to kisi ko bhi pagal bana sakte hai.

Aditya ab Nisha ki kamar ko apne dono hath se pakad ke bola: Tumhari patli kamar aur ye gehri nabhi tumhe modelling ki duniya mein bahut aage le jayegi.

Nisha ye sab ek ajnabi insan ke muh se sun rahi thi, aur apne upar ghamand ke sath sexy feel kar rahi thi. Uski chut ek baar fir paani chhodhne lagi. Par is waqt Aditya waha tha, to wo kuch nahi kar saki.

Aditya Nisha ki gaand mein hath fer ke bola:  Ye thode aur ache ho sakte hai.

Aditya ka lund poori tarah khada tha, jo 7 inch ka tha. Wo ab apna lund Nisha ke gaand mein laga ke dabane laga, aur Nisha ko ek jhatka jaisa laga Aditya ki is harkat se. Nisha to pehle hi sharam se laal thi, aur ab wo bra panty mein thi. Upar se uski chut se paani behne laga tha.

Aditya ki gaand mein lund ka dabaaw badhta hi jaa raha tha, aur ab to Aditya ne boobs ki tareef karte hue apne dono hatho se boobs pakad liye, aur bolne laga-

Aditya: Itne gol-gol boobs hai aapke.

Sath hi Aditya ne bra ke andar hath daal diya, aur nipple ko ungli ke beech le kar dabane laga. Fir ek hath chut mein laga to Aditya ne hairani se dekha ki chut to pehle se hi paani chhodh rahi thi. Wo us chut ke paani ko ungli mein le kar chaat leta hai, aur bolta hai-

Aditya: Nisha ji aap upar se hi nahi, andar se bhi bahut hot ho. Aap jaisi biwi to meri honi thi.

Wo Nisha ko godi mein utha kar bed pe lita deta hai, aur lip kiss karne lagta hai. Nisha ki sex ki pyas bhi bhadak chuki thi, aur dono ki jeebh ek-doosre ke muh mein khudayi karne lagti hai.

Kaafi der lip kiss karne ke baad wo Nisha ki bra ki dori bhi khol deta hai. Ab Aditya ki pasand ke boobs Aditya ke muh mein jaane ko taras rahe the.

Aditya ne der na karte hue ek boob muh mein le liya, aur doosre boob ko hath se zor-zor daba raha tha. Boobs itne bade the ki hath mein bhi sahi se nahi aa rahe the, aur fir wo badal-badal ke boobs chooste raha.

Aditya ne Nisha ke jism mein se panty bhi alag kar di. Nisha ne apni gaand utha ke panty nikaalne mein madad ki. Aditya ke aage Nisha ki chhoti si chut ke dono faanke bilkul chipki hui thi, aur thode-thode baal bhi the usme.

Ab Aditya se raha nahi gaya, aur Nisha ke dono pair faila kar wo chut chaatne laga. Slurp! Slurp ahh ahh! Nisha ab Aditya ki kathputli ban chuki thi, aur wo Aditya ke baal pakad ke chut mein dabane lagti hai.

Chut ki fank 2 ungliyon se khol kar Aditya apni jeebh chhed mein ghusa deta hai, aur namkeen paani peene lagta hai. Nisha ko bahut maza aa raha tha. Uski chut mein khujli badhti jaa rahi thi, aur chut laba-lab paani chhodh rahi thi.

Aditya Nisha ki chut ka paani aur malayi dono hi chaat ke saaf kar raha tha. Ab Aditya ne apne saare kapde khol ke Nisha ke saamne apna lund kiya aur bola-

Aditya: Hath laga kar dekho kaisa hai.

Is baat se fir Nisha sharam se sar jhuka li. Ab Aditya ne position badli, aur 69 position mein aa gaya. Lund Nisha ke muh mein de diya, aur khud chut chaatne laga.

Nisha ek shaadi-shuda aurat thi, to use experience tha ki kya karna tha. Wo lund muh mein la kar choosne lagi aur Aditya zor-zor se muh mein jhatke deke muh chodne laga. Nisha ko beech mein ulti aur khaansi bhi aane lagi.

Par jab tak Aditya ka lund jhada nahi, Aditya muh mein hi lund chodte raha. Fir aakhir wo jhad gaya. Nisha ko Aditya ke lund ki malayi peeni padi.

Aditya ab bed pe let gaya, aur Nisha se kaha ki lund ko ek baar fir khada kare. Nisha ne hath se lund ko upar-neeche kiya, fir lund pe jeebh ferne lagi. Kuch hi der mein lund ek baar fir khada tha.

Nisha ko bed pe lita ke Aditya uske dono pairon ke beech aa gaya, aur chut mein ungli karne laga. Fir Aditya ne lund ko chut mein set kiya, aur ek zor ka dhakka laga diya.

Nisha ki jaan hi nikal gayi. Wo rone lagi, aur chhodhne ke liye bolne lagi. Par Aditya to jab se photo dekha tha Nisha ki, tab se hi is pal ke intezaar mein tha ki kab Nisha ki chut mein lund daalega.

Ab wo Nisha ko bilkul ragad ke chodne ke mood mein tha, aur wo lagataar chut ko chodne mein laga raha. Usko Nisha ke koi parwah nahi thi. Usko bas nisha ka jism chahiye tha. Aditya ko bahut tight chut mili thi chodne ke liye. Use bilkul koi kuwari ladki ki chut mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Wo dono pair kandhe par le kar chodne laga. Pairon ki paayal ki khan-khan ki awaaz aur chut se lund takrane ki thap thap ki awaaze goonj rahi thi. Aditya aur Nisha ki nazar milti hai, aur Nisha usko kehti hai ki kuch aur zor se chode. Akhir Nisha bhi koi kam sexy nahi thi. Wo bhi ek pyaasi unsatisfied housewife thi.

Nisha bhi aaj Aditya ke sath apni pyaas bujhana chaahti thi. Aditya aur zor se Nisha ko chodne laga, aur jhuk ke Nisha ke dono boobs pe hath rakh ke zor-zor ka dhakka chut mein lagane laga.

Boobs pe zor ka dabaaw padne par dard ki shikayat karti hai Nisha. Par Aditya to boobs lover tha, jo Nisha ke boobs dekh kar hi yaha aaya tha.

Nisha ke boobs buri tarah nichodh raha tha wo, aur lund lagataar chut mein aage-peeche ho rahe the.

To be continued…

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