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Hi, ye ek real story hai, aur aap log is story ko padh kar maza le. Ye story shuru hoti hai ek couple se jo shaadi karke khush the, apni shuruaat ke dino mein.

Ladke ka naam tha Bimal jo ek software developer tha, aur uski age thi 32. Aur ladki ka naam Paridhi tha, jo ek housewife thi. Apne shuru ke dino mein kaafi masti aur pyar karte the, aur dono ke beech kaafi acha sex bhi hota tha.

Dono hi open minded the, to sex life bhi achi hone lagi thi. Par Paridhi Bimal ko kabhi bhi kuch bhi bol deti thi, jisse Bimal sun kar reh jata. Paridhi ko ab aisa lagne laga ki usko Bimal se bhi kahi acha ladka mil jata, aur usne apni life kharaab kar li Bimal se shaadi karke.

Ye sab baat Paridhi ki mummy aur uska papa hi uske dimag mein daal rahe the. Fir dheere-dheere se Bimal aur Paridhi ki ladayi honi shuru ho gayi. Paridhi thode-thode dino mein Bimal ko chhodh kar mayike chali jati. Fir Bimal badi muskil se Paridhi ko apne paas lataa. Par ab ye to Paridhi ki aadat si ho chuki thi.

Aise hi ek baar Paridhi gussa ho kar apne mayike gayi hui thi, ki Bimal usko lene apne sasural gaya, aur wahan Bimal ko Paridhi ne aur uski mummy ne dhamki di, ki agar unki baat nahi maanega, to Paridhi ko kabhi nahi jaane denge, aur divorce kara denge. Fir wahan ek din Paridhi ke door ke jija aur didi aa kar baat karte hai. Wo Paridhi ko Bimal ke sath wapas sasural jaane ke liye kehte hai.

Bimal aur Paridhi to apne ghar aa gaye. Par us din se Bimal ko kuch bhi problem hoti, to wo Paridhi ke door ke jija ko phone karta, aur Paridhi ki didi se bhi baat karne laga. Ab koi bhi function hota to Paridhi ka jija Amal usko bulata, aur Bimal bhi apne function par unko zaroor bulata. Aisa hi ek function mein Bimal ki nazar Paridhi ki didi Amal ki wife Nirmala par gayi. Wo kya kamaal lag rahi thi us din.

Nirmala ne ek halki cream rang ki saree pehan rakhi thi. Uska figure 36-32-38 ka tha. Bilkul dudh ke jaisi gori thi wo, aur uski age hogi 40 ke aas-paas. Bimal aaj tak Nirmala ke baare mein aisa nahi socha tha, aur wo ab party mein baar-baar Nirmala ko hi dekh raha tha. Fir usne uske social network se kuch photos nikali, aur mobile mein save karke dekhne laga.

Bimal ka lund bilkul khada ho gaya. Uska ab Nirmala ko dekhne ka nazariya badal gaya tha. Raat ko wo apni biwi Paridhi ko Nirmala soch kar khoob chodta. Kareeb 6 maheene paar ho gaye, aur fir ek khabar aayi ki Amal Paridhi ke jija ki road accident mein death ho gayi.

Idhar Nirmala ab akeli reh gayi apni 19 saal ki beti ke sath, aur kamane wala koi nahi, sirf ek do tution se hi kaam chal raha tha. Fir kuch din baad fir se Paridhi ki ladayi ho gayi, aur wo gusse se apne mayike chali gayi. Bimal fir se apne sasural gaya, aur Paridhi ko manane laga. Par baat to aur bigad rahi thi.

Bimal fir kuch hi door mein Nirmala ke ghar chala gaya, aur wahan Nirmala se baat karne laga. Wahan Bimal ko Paridhi ki ek baat pata chali, ki Paridhi ke papa koi aur ladke ko pasand karte the, jo Paridhi se shaadi karna chaahta tha. Ye baat sun kar Bimal Nirmala ke gale lag kar rone laga, aur Nirmala ne Bimal ko apne se chipka liya. Yahin wo wakt tha, ki Nirmala ke 36″ ke boobs Bimal ke seene se jaa lage, aur Bimal ka lund khada hone laga. Nirmala ke jism ki gandh Bimal ko pagal kar rahi thi.

Bimal ne fir Nirmala se kaha ki ab wo divorce de dega Paridhi ko, aur baat hoti rahi. Tabhi Nirmala ke aankhon se aansu aane lage, aur Bimal ne wo aansu ko apne hatho se saaf kiya, aur poocha ki kyun ro rahi thi wo?

Nirmala ne kaha: Paise ki dikkat chal rahi hai, aur meri beti Tanisha bhi shaadi ke laayak ho gayi hai. Naa to khaane ko hai, naa hi ghar khud ka hai.

Bimal ka dil to pehle se hi Nirmala ko chodne ka tha, to wo ab kuch 10 hazaar rupay Nirmala ke hath mein rakh diya aur bola-

Bimal: Kuch aur der mein atm se paise laa kar de doonga.

Nirmala ke liye ye 10 hazaar kaafi zyada the aaj ke hisab se, aur wo kaafi khush hui. Fir Bimal ko apne hi ghar rukne ka bol di. Usko pata tha ki Bimal ek acha ladka tha, aur uski jab kisi ne madad nahi ki tab aaj Bimal ne hi paise ki madad ki thi.

Nirmala ne ab Paridhi ke baare mein kaafi kuch bataya, aur fir Bimal atm se 50 hazaar aur diye. Bimal ke liye ye paise kuch bhi nahi the. Paisa de kar wo wahan se chala gaya.

Kuch hi dino mein Paridhi aur Bimal ka divorced ho gaya. Idhar Nirmala aur Bimal ki roz mobile par baat hone lagi. Nirmala ko fir paise ki zaroorat padi to wo Bimal ko bula li ki ‘Bahut din ho gaya aap aaye nahi’. Aur Bimal to akela hi tha. To wo Nirmala se milne uske paas chala gaya.

Bimal ab ek-do din rukne ke mood mein tha Nirmala ke paas. Wo ab Nirmala ki khoobsurti ko dekhna chaahta tha, aur apni aankhon se chodna chaahta tha Nirmala ko. Bimal wahan Nirmala se baat karte-karte kitchen mein aa gaya jahan Nirmala khaana bana rahi thi. Bimal Nirmala ki gaand dekhne laga, jo upar ki aur uthi hui thi. Gaand kaafi fooli hui aur baahar ki aur nikli hui thi. Bimal ne apne mann mein socha ki jiju ne to poori mehnat ki thi inki gaand pe.

Bimal lund ko masalte hue Nirmala se baat karne laga. Itne mein hi Tanisha Nirmala ki beti aa gayi jo apni mummy ke jaisi hi khoobsurat aur slim thi. Uske boobs 32″ ke honge, aur kamar 28″ ki. Bimal ne Tanisha ko atm diya aur bola-

Bimal: Jao paise nikaal lao, aur apni mummy ko de dena.

Tanisha jaise hi gayi, Nirmala Bimal se chipak gayi aur boli: Aap mere liye itna kuch kar rahe hai, aur ek meri behan aapko dhokha de rahi hai.

Bimal ne kaha: Nirmala ji, aap aur Tanisha mere apne ho. Aur main bhi akela hi hu. Mera paisa aapke kaam aa jaye to mujhe khushi hogi.

Nirmala ne Bimal se kaha: Aap naha kar fresh ho jao, main aapka nashta laga deti hu.

Bimal nahane bathroom mein gaya aur wahan laal rang ki bra aur panty latki hui mili. Bimal apni nazar bra aur panty mein se hata nahi paya. Usne bra ko hath mein liya, aur naak ke paas laa kar soonghne laga.

Bimal ke muh se nikla: Aaahh Nirmala ji, kya khushbu hai aapki bra ki. Aapka jism kitna mast hai.

Aur wo wahan latki panty ko bhi soonghne laga. Panty mein nasha kar dene wali mehak lund ko bilkul lohe jaisa bana rahi thi. Bimal apne saare kapde khol kar, bra ko lund par laga kar, muth maarne laga, aur panty ke chut waale hisse ko chaatne laga.

Bimal (mann mein): Aahhhh Nirmala ji, mujhe aap chahiye. Aapko chodna chaahta hu main. Ye aapka jism mast kar deta hai mujhe. Kya mast maal ho aap Nirmala ji.

Fir wo aah aahh karte hue bra mein hi apne lund ka saara maal chhodhne lagta hai. Bimal ne wo maal jo bra mein nikala tha, usko saaf bhi nahi kiya, aur wahan wapas rakh di. Bimal ko pata tha ki Nirmala zaroor dekh legi uske lund ka maal, par wo ab paison ke neeche dabi hui thi, aur kuch nahi bolegi.

Fir nashta karke jab Bimal aaram kar raha tha, to Nirmala ne bra mein lund ki malayi dekhi, aur wo turant samajh gayi ki ye Bimal ka hi kaam tha. Fir wo lund ki malayi ko apni jeebh nikaal kar chaat gayi.

Nirmala ke muh se nikla: Hey bhagwan, ye jawan lund ki malayi, wo bhi itne din baad chaatne se meri chut mein kulbuli hone lagi hai.

Nirmala ab mann hi mann sochi ki Bimal uski madad isliye kar raha tha, kyunki usko chut chahiye thi. Aur wo ye soch kar hi jhadne lagi. Aaj kaafi din baad uske husband ke marne ke baad pehli baar tha ki chut se paani aa gaya tha.

Nirmala ab fir normal ho kar Bimal ke paas baith gayi, aur baat karne lagi. Par ek cheez badal gayi thi, aur wo thi ki Nirmala ne aaj deep neck blouse pehna tha, jisme se uske boobs dikh rahe the.

Bimal ne kaha: Nirmala ji aap ne doosri shaadi kyun nahi ki ab tak?

Nirmala: Main, mere se kon karega is umar mein shaadi?

Bimal: Aap sundar ho. Achi dikhti ho. Koi bhi kar lega aapse to.

Nirmala: Aapne bhi to shaadi nahi ki hai ab tak. Aap kab karoge shaadi?

Bimal: Mujhe to koi mili hi nahi. Agar mile to kar loonga.

Nirmala: Kaisi chahiye batao, koi hogi to dekh doongi.

Bimal: Sach kahu ladki aisi honi chahiye jo pati ko samjhe, aur baat-baat mein ladayi na kare. Khoobsurat bhi honi chahiye aap jaisi Nirmala ji. Aap mere liye perfect wife ki example ho.

Nirmala: Mere jaisi ladki to main hi hu, aur aapki age ki hoti to kar bhi leti aapse shaadi. Par ab aap kahan mere jaisi buddhi se shaadi karoge.

Bimal Nirmala ka hath pakad kar bola: Nirmala ji kya aap mujhse shaadi karna chaahti ho? Agar aisa hai to main bhi aapse shaadi karna chaahta hu.

Nirmala ne neeche nazar jhuka li, aur Bimal ne Nirmala ka chehra pakad kar upar kiya, aur hontho ko choom liya. Fir Nirmala ne zor se Bimal ko pakad liya aur boli-

Nirmala: Aapse shaadi main bhi karna chaahti hu. Par duniya waale kya kahenge? Aur fir aap meri hi door ke behan ko chhodh kar mujhse shaadi kaise kar sakte ho?

Nirmala: Hamari age bhi nahi milti to fir kaise hoga?

Bimal ne kuch nahi kaha, aur Nirmala ke pallu ko neeche gira diya, aur uske boobs ke cleavage ko kiss karne laga. Nirmala Bimal ke sar ko apne boobs par dabane lagi. Bimal ab Nirmala ke blouse ke hook khol kar blouse hataya, aur dekha ki Nirmala ne to bra bhi nahi pehni thi.

Bimal: Nirmala ji aap ne to blouse ke andar bra bhi nahi pehni hai.

Nirmala: Aapke liye hi nahi pehni, aur jo aap meri bra aur panty ke sath karke aaye ho bathroom mein, wo pata hone ke baad main kaise aapko tadapta dekhti?

Nirmala ke gol boobs pink nipple dekh kar Bimal ne kaha: Acha hi hua ki maine Paridhi se divorce le liya. Aur ab aap hi meri biwi ho.

Nirmala ne apne hatho se boobs ko pakda aur Bimal ke muh mein de diya. Fir wo boli-

Nirmala: Ab jab mujhe apni biwi maante ho to aaj se sirf Nirmala kaha karo.

Bimal Nirmala ki khoobsurti mein pagal tha, aur wo zor-zor se boobs ko dabane laga. Sath hi Nirmala ke boobs ko choosne laga. Nirmala ke muh se aahhh ki siskari nikalne lagi. Bimal ne Nirmala ko bed par litaya, aur uske sar par kiss kiya. Fir gaal fir gardan ko kiss karne laga, aur neeche aa kar dono boobs ko badal-badal kar choosne laga.

Bimal ne Nirmala ke hath ko failaya aur uske underarms jisme thode-thode baal the, usko soonghne laga. Usme se aa rahi paseene ki khatti mehak Bimal ko mantra-mukt kar rahi thi. Bimal dono hatho ki underarms ko soonghne laga, aur fir apni jeebh se usme lage paseene ki boond ko chaatne laga.

Ye dekh kar Nirmala ki aankhen band hone lagi. Usko aisa sukh aaj se pehle kabhi nahi mila tha. Naa hi uske pati jo ab is duniya mein nahi hai, usne aisa kiya tha. Nirmala 10 saal badi thi Bimal se, fir bhi Bimal hi aaj usko apna sahi sathi lag raha tha, jo ab hamesha uske sath rehne wala tha.

Bimal ab underarms ko chaatne ke baad neeche nabhi mein aata hai, aur apni jeebh daal kar usko choosne lagta hai. Fir wo neeche aa kar Nirmala ke gore-gore pairon ko apne hath mein lekar chaatne laga.

Bimal pairon par apni jeebh firane laga, aur fir uske pairon ki ungliyon ko chooste hue upar aata hai. Ab Bimal jannat ke darwaze par tha, jo Nirmala ke paas tha, aur jannat ke darwaza ki chaabi ab Bimal ke paas thi.

To be continued…

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Sandhya was a young woman of 19, with a smile that could brighten any room and a curiosity that knew no bounds. She had moved to the city a few months ago to pursue her college education. In the bustle of her new life, she often found herself feeling a tad lonely.

Her parents had been insistent that she stay with her uncle and aunt. Their daughter was Sandhya’s age. It was to keep her grounded and safe despite her protests that she was more than capable of living on her own.

Her uncle, a man of fifty, had always been kind to her. His wife, her aunt, was someone she had looked up to all her life. One evening, as she returned from college, she found the house unusually quiet. Her cousin was out with friends, which was quite typical for her.

Sandhya had a quick dinner and decided to take a shower to unwind from the day’s activities. As she stepped into the washroom, she started undressing. Her bra and panty came off last, revealing her perky breasts and shaved mound. She turned the shower on, the sound of rushing water echoing off the tiles.

Her thoughts drifted to the naughty whispers of her college friends about their sexual escapades. A warm blush crept up her neck. She had always been curious to explore the uncharted territories of her body and the thrill of the forbidden.

As the warm water cascaded down her lithe figure, she began to soap herself. Her hands glided over her curves with a gentle touch. Meanwhile, her uncle’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous hunger. He and his wife carefully positioned themselves to peer through the small hole in the washroom door.

Aunty had been whispering sly suggestions into his ear. Her hand caressed his crotch, which grew harder with each moment that Sandhya remained oblivious to their presence.

“Look at her, so innocent,” Uncle murmured. His eyes feasted on Sandhya’s naked form through the peephole. “She’s ripe for the picking,” Aunty cooed, her voice thick with desire. She palmed his growing erection through his dhoti.

Uncle nodded, his gaze transfixed on Sandhya’s glistening body. She lathered her breasts, her rosy nipples standing erect from the cold.

“She’s so young and firm, like our daughter,” Aunty said, her voice a seductive purr that made Uncle’s blood race. “Her skin looks so soft, like silk.” Her hand began to move more urgently on his cock. He groaned, his eyes glued to Sandhya’s nakedness. “Yes,” he murmured.
“Do you like watching her?” Aunty whispered, her strokes becoming more deliberate.

“Mm-hmm,” Uncle grunted, his eyes never leaving Sandhya as she rinsed the soap away. His cock throbbed in his wife’s hand, eager for more than just a visual feast.

“Imagine how tight she must be,” Aunty whispered. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips as she watched her husband’s lust build.

“Oh, yes,” Uncle groaned, his eyes glazed with desire as he imagined plunging into Sandhya’s untouched depths. Aunty’s hand worked him faster. Her other hand reached into her blouse to tweak her erect nipples.

“Look at those tits,” Uncle murmured, his voice thick with lust. “So ripe and juicy.”

Aunty chuckled, “And that tight little pussy, just begging to be filled.”

“Look at that sweet little ass,” Aunty murmured, her eyes devouring the curve of Sandhya’s bottom.

“It’s like a ripe peach begging to be squeezed,” Uncle said, his voice low and thick with desire.

“I bet she’s never felt a cock like this,” she murmured, her eyes locked on his as she stroked him with increasing fervour.

Uncle nodded, his breath hitching as Aunty’s expert hand worked his shaft.
“Look how she touches herself,” Aunty whispered, her eyes glinting with excitement. She watched Sandhya’s soapy hand glide down her stomach and between her legs.

“So sweet, so tempting,” Uncle groaned, his hand moving to cover Aunty’s, pushing her hand down harder on his straining cock.

“Mm, yes,” Aunty purred, her hand moving in tandem with his. She watched Sandhya’s fingers dance over her pussy. The water from the shower streamed down Sandhya’s body, creating rivulets that flowed over her swollen clit and down her thighs.

The sight of her young, innocent flesh being touched with such tender hunger was too much for Uncle to bear. His breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the tension coil in his balls.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he grunted, his hand gripping Aunty’s tightly around his cock.

“Do it,” she urged, her eyes alight with excitement. “Cum for me, baby, while we watch her.”

With a low growl, Uncle’s hips bucked forward, and he released his seed onto Aunty’s hand. It was thick and hot, a testament to his desire for his young, unsuspecting niece.

“Look at that,” Aunty said with a naughty smile, holding her sticky hand up for him to see. “You’re so turned on by her, darling.”

“It’s just…” Uncle stammered, trying to compose himself. “It’s just she’s so… tempting.”

“I know, darling,” Aunty cooed, her hand still wrapped around his now-softening cock. “But we can’t just watch forever.”

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she licked her sticky palm clean, savouring the taste of him.

“What do we do next?” Uncle panted, his chest heaving from the intense climax.

“We wait,” Aunty said, her voice a low, sultry whisper. “We wait until she’s all relaxed and vulnerable.”

Uncle nodded, his eyes still glued to the peephole as Sandhya stepped out of the shower, her body glistening with water droplets. She reached for a towel and began to dry herself off, her movements languid and unselfconscious.

As Sandhya stepped out of the shower, she felt a sudden chill run down her spine, as if someone’s gaze was upon her. She quickly wrapped herself in the towel, tucking it tightly under her arms, and turned to the door. She heard faint whispers and footsteps retreating, and a sense of unease crept into her heart.

“Sandhya?” Aunty called out from the hallway. “Are you okay in there, dear?”

“Yes, Aunty,” Sandhya replied, her voice slightly shaky. She had finished drying herself and had put on her nightgown, feeling the soft fabric cling to her still-damp skin. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

The whispers from outside had left her feeling exposed and a little scared. She knew they had been watching her, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. “I’m coming out now,” Sandhya called, trying to keep her voice steady as she opened the washroom door.

She stepped into the hallway, the soft fabric of her nightgown brushing against her sensitive skin. Aunty and Uncle were standing there, pretending to be in a casual conversation.

“Is everything all right?” Aunty asked with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Yes, Aunty,” she said, her voice a little too high. “I’m fine.”

Uncle cleared his throat, his eyes sliding over her body before meeting hers. “It’s getting late. You should get some rest, Sandhya.”

Sandhya nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment that she couldn’t quite place. She hurried to her room, her thoughts racing with confusion and the lingering feeling of being watched. Her aunt’s eyes followed her retreating form, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Once Sandhya was out of sight, she strolled into the washroom. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the discarded lingerie in the laundry bag. “Oh, you naughty little thing,” Aunty murmured, her voice thick with lust as she picked up the damp fabric.

The scent of Sandhya hit her like a wave, making her core clench with desire.
Sandhya’s bra was a delicate lace confection, the kind that whispered secrets and promised sinful delights. Aunty held it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her eyes closed as she imagined her young, ripe flesh spilling out of it.

Her panties, a simple white cotton pair, were soaked through, the fabric clinging to the outline of Sandhya’s pussy. Aunty’s heart raced as she traced the wetness with her finger, her desire growing with every touch.

“Mm, so fresh,” she whispered to herself, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I wonder what she was thinking about in there.”

Aunty couldn’t resist the urge to slip the panties over her hand. She was feeling the soft fabric against her palm, imagining it was Sandhya’s skin.

“I’m going to wear these,” she murmured to Uncle, her eyes dark with desire. He nodded, his gaze hungry as he watched his wife slip the wet panties over her hand. “And what about the bra?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“That’s for me to know,” Aunty teased, her smile wicked. She disappeared into their bedroom, the scent of Sandhya’s arousal still lingering in the air. Inside, she shed her clothes, her eyes never leaving the damp fabric in her hand. She slipped the bra over her ample breasts.

The lace felt like a lover’s caress against her sensitive skin. The panties followed, hugging her slick folds with a snugness that made her gasp. “You like them?” Uncle’s voice was a rough whisper from the bed, his eyes alight with the same hunger that had filled him at the peephole.

“Mmm, they feel like heaven,” Aunty purred, turning to face him, the bra cups framing her breasts like a naughty gift. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with the seductive grace of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

“You can smell her on me,” she said, her voice dripping with eroticism. “It’s making me so wet.”

“Let me see,” Uncle said, his voice gruff with lust. Aunty turned, offering him a view of Sandhya’s panties. It was now a second skin to her own.

“You’re going to love this,” she murmured, strutting closer to the bed. She climbed on top of him, the wet fabric of the panties sliding over his erection. “Fuck me, baby,” she whispered, her voice a sweet siren’s call. “Fuck me like you wish you could fuck her.”

Uncle’s eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and guilt. But he couldn’t resist the allure of the forbidden. He grabbed Aunty’s hips and pulled her down onto his thick, throbbing cock, the wetness of the stolen panties easing his way.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, throwing her head back as he filled her up. “Fuck me like you’re fucking her, baby.”

Their illicit act was fuelled by the scent of Sandhya’s innocence that clung to the fabric between Auntie’s legs. Uncle’s cock was a steel rod, pounding into his wife’s wet pussy with a ferocity that matched his hunger for their young guest.
Aunty bit her lip, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

“It’s her scent,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust. “It’s driving me wild.”

“I know,” Uncle murmured, his cock straining against the fabric of his dhoti. “Let’s not wait any longer.”

With that, they both knew the game was on. Aunty, wearing the stolen lingerie of Sandhya, strutted into the bedroom like a cat in heat.

“You like what you see?” she teased, her hands running over her body. She felt the fabric of the bra hugs her breasts, the lace brushing against her erect nipples.

“Mm, you’re a naughty one,” he groaned, his eyes glued to her.

Aunty giggled, her hand slipping into the wetness between her legs. She pulled the panties to the side, revealing her swollen pussy to Uncle’s eager gaze.

“You want these?” she teased, her voice dripping with lust.

“Oh, yes,” Uncle groaned, his cock standing tall and proud.

Aunty’s hand paused in her sultry dance, her eyes widening with excitement as Uncle reached out and snatched the panties from her grip. He brought them to his face, inhaling deeply. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he took in the sweet scent of Sandhya’s arousal.

“Mm, you’re right,” he murmured, his voice a dark growl. “These are intoxicating.”

He brought the panties to her face. She gasped, the fabric pressing against her nose as she inhaled deeply, the scent of Sandhya’s desire filling her lungs.

“Mm, so naughty,” Aunty whispered, her voice muffled by the wet fabric.

“Can you feel her on your skin?” Uncle asked, his eyes dark with lust. He watched Aunty squirm beneath the stolen panties.

“Mm, it’s like she’s with us,” Aunty moaned, her hips bucking against his.

“Yes,” Uncle hissed, his hand slipping down to caress Aunty’s clit. “You’re soaking these, just like she was.”

“Oh, fuck,” Aunty whimpered, her hips grinding down against his hand. “It’s like we’re both wearing her.”

Uncle chuckled, a wicked glint in his eye. “It’s like we’re both fucking her.”

Aunty’s cheeks flushed at his crude words, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through her. She nodded eagerly, her hand reaching down to stroke her clit. “Mm, yes,” she murmured, her voice a breathy sigh. “Fuck me like we’re both fucking her.”

“With pleasure,” Uncle groaned, his cock thick and ready as he positioned himself at her dripping entrance. “You’re going to love this.”

Aunty nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She felt a thrill run down her spine as he pushed into her, the wetness of the stolen panties only adding to the intensity.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. “You’re so big.”

“You like that?” Uncle grunted, his thrusts deep and demanding.

“Mmmm,” Aunty moaned, her walls clenching around his thick cock. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, how the illicitness of it all had turned her on so much.

“Look at me, baby,” Uncle growled, his hand moving to squeeze one of the bra cups. “Imagine it’s her tits bouncing with every thrust.”

Aunty’s eyes snapped open, her breath hitching as she stared into his. “Oh, yes,” she murmured, her hand moving to cup her breast. “It’s like I’m feeling her through you.”

Uncle grinned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had Aunty’s body writhing in pleasure. He reached down to squeeze the other cup of the bra, the fabric stretching tight around her nipple.

“Do you think she’d like it if we did this to her?” he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

Aunty’s eyes widened with excitement at the thought, her pussy clenching around his thick cock. “Mm, I bet she’d love it,” she said, her voice a sultry purr. Uncle’s hand left her breast, reaching down to slip the wet panties to the side. He groaned as he felt her slickness, her juices coating his fingers.

“You’re so ready,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Aunty nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as Uncle’s hand left her pussy and moved to his cock. She felt the warmth of his cum spurt out, painting her belly and the fabric of the bra.

“Oh, you dirty boy,” she murmured her voice a sweet symphony of lust. “You came on her bra.”

“Couldn’t help it,” he panted, his eyes still glazed with desire. “You looked so good in it.”

With a sultry smile, Aunty leaned in, her hand sliding down to his cock. “Let’s clean up, shall we?” she whispered, her voice a silken caress. She took the still-wet panties and began to wipe him clean, her movements slow and deliberate.

Uncle’s breath hitched as the fabric of the panties, soaked with their combined juices, glided over his sensitive skin. The act was so intimate, so wrong, but it only served to heighten his arousal. “Mm, you’re such a bad girl,” he murmured.

Aunty chuckled, her hand moving with purpose as she wiped the last drops of cum from his cock. She brought the panties to her nose, inhaling deeply once more. “Mm, she’s going to smell us on her,” she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“I want her to,” Uncle murmured, his eyes hooded with lust. “Can you make sure she wears this bra and panty with our cum?”

Aunty’s eyes glinted with mischief as she held up the damp fabric, her juices mingling with Uncle’s. “I’ll do better than that,” she promised, her voice a sultry whisper. “I’ll make her wear them while we watch.”

“But how?” Uncle asked, his cock already twitching with renewed interest at the thought.

“Leave it to me,” Aunty murmured, her voice a seductive purr. “I’ll find a way to make her put them on without realizing.”

To be continued.

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Hello doston, mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le, ki main aapki hot Bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar aap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

Main 36 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade chooche aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati “Ghosh Babu” meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardon ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere choochon ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni agli kahani.

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki Veena ne mujhe apni love story batani shuru ki. Usne mujhe bataya ki college ki duniya uske liye bilkul nayi thi, kyunki wahan ladke bhi the. Isse pehle woh girls school mein padhi thi, to ye uske liye naya ehsaas tha.

Fir Aditya naam ke ladke ne usko propose kiya, aur usne bhi haa bol di. Uske baad unki baatein hui, aur fir ek din dono ne milne ka decide kiya. Aditya Veena ko ek restaurant mein le gaya, aur wahan dance ke dauran usko garam kar diya.

Fir jab Aditya ne Veena se pyar karne ki baat ki, to Veena ne haami bhar di. Aditya pehle hi room book karwa chuka tha, aur woh Veena ko room mein le gaya.  Ab aage ki kahani Veena ki zubani-

Aditya ne fir darwaza khola, aur hum dono room mein chale gaye. Room kaafi shandaar aur bada tha. Maine aisa room pehle kabhi bhi nahi dekha tha. Main andar jaake peeche mudi, to Aditya darwaza band karke meri taraf hi aa raha tha.

Aaj meri chudai hogi ye soch kar meri chut mein current ke jhatke lag rahe the. Aur chut dhada-dhad paani chhodhe jaa rahi thi. Fir Aditya mere paas aake khada ho gaya, aur muskurane laga. Usne mera hath pakda, aur usko apne face ke paas le jaake choom liya. Fir woh bola-

Aditya: I love you, Veena.

Main: I love you too, Aditya.

Ye bol kar usne mujhe apni taraf kheencha, aur baahon mein bhar liya. Ab hum dono ke jism ek-doosre se chipak gaye, aur face itne paas aa gaye ki hamari saanse ek-doosre se takraane lagi. Mere boobs Aditya ki chest mein dab rahe the, aur uska khada lund mujhe apni kamar par mehsoos ho raha tha.

Life mein aisa mere sath pehli baar ho raha tha. Tum to jaanti ho hogi Nikita, ki pehla ehsaas ek yaadgaar ehsaas hota hai (maine haa mein sar hilaya). Fir Aditya ne apne honth mere hontho se milaye. Aur hum dono ek-doosre ke hontho ka rass choosne lage.

Jab saanse takrati hai, aur hontho ka rass ek-doosre ke muh mein jata hai, usse sukhad ehsaas aur koi nahi hota. Hum dono poore josh mein ek-doosre ke honth choos rahe the. Hontho ko chooste-chooste Aditya meri peeth par hath ghuma raha tha. Isse mere badan mein garmi aa rahi thi.

Fir usne peeche se meri t-shirt ke andar hath daal diya. Jaise hi uske mardana hath ne meri kamar ko chhua, meri to ahh nikal gayi. Pehli baar kisi mard ne meri kamar ko touch kiya tha.  Fir woh hath meri poori peeth par ferne laga, aur fir bra ke hook tak upar le aaya.

Ek hath se hook kholna mushkil tha, to usne doosra hath bhi meri t-shirt mein dala, aur hook khol diya. Fir usne kiss todi, aur meri aankhon mein dekhte hue meri t-shirt upar karne laga. Main samajh gayi ki woh meri t-shirt utaar dena chaahta tha. To maine uski t-shirt utaarne mein help ki.

T-shirt utarne ke baad neeche meri khuli hui bra thi, jo abhi bhi mere boobs par latki hui thi. Maine sharmate hue us bra par hath rakh liye, taaki woh neeche na gir jaye. Lekin Aditya ne saamne se meri bra ko pakda, aur usko kheench liya.

Maine bhi zyada zor se nahi pakdi thi, kyunki main jaanti thi, ki utaarni to thi hi. Ab mere kasse hue boobs uske saamne the, aur mere nipples ek-dum hard ho chuke the. Fir Aditya ne bhi jaldi se apni shirt aur baniyan utaar di.

Uski body achi bani hui thi. Ab hum dono upar se nange the. Fir hum dono kareeb aaye, aur hum dono ke aadhe nange badan mile. Zindagi ka pehla time tha, jab kisi mard ka nanga badan mere nange badan se mil raha tha.

Itna acha ehsaas tha, ki meri chut ne apna paani chhodh diya. Fir Aditya ne meri gardan aur mere kandho par kiss karne shuru kiye. Uske face par halki daadhi mujhe thodi chubh rahi thi, lekin uska bhi apna ek alag hi maza tha.

Fir woh kiss karte hue meri cleavage tak aa gaya. Mujhe badi garmi chadh rahi thi. Ab woh mere akde hue boobs tak pahunch chuka tha. Usne apne dono hath mere boobs par rakhe jisse meri ahh nikal gayi.

Fir usne mere dono boobs ko dabaya, aur ek nipple muh mein leke choosne laga. Main bata nahi sakti ki mujhe kitna maza aa raha tha. Mera hath apne aap hi Aditya ke baalon mein chala gaya. Main uske baalon ko sehlati hui, uske sar ko apne boobs mein dabane lagi.

Mera dil kar raha tha ki apna poora boob usko khila du. Woh zor-zor se ek-ek karke mere nipples choos raha tha. Haye maza aa raha tha. Fir woh seedha hua, aur hum dono dobara kissing karne lage.

5-minute ki kissing ke bad usne mujhe ghuma liya, aur peeche meri peeth choomne laga. Uske aisa karne se mujhe thodi gudgudi ho rahi thi. Woh peeche meri gardan se shuru hua, aur neeche ki taraf jaane laga. Pehle back, aur fir lower back tak gaya.

Fir jeans ki belt wali jagah par jaake ruk gaya, aur seedha ho gaya. Uske baad woh peeche se mujhe chipak gaya, aur apne hath aage karke mere dono boobs par rakh liye. Ab woh mere dono boobs ko zor-zor se dabane laga, jisse main madhosh hone lagi.

Fir usne apna ek hath mere boobs se hataya, aur mere pet par ferne laga. Usne apna hath meri nabhi par laa kar roka. Nabhi ke andar ungli daal kar ghumane laga. Isse mujhe alag hi maza aa raha tha. Fir woh usi hath ko meri jeans ke hook tak leke gaya, aur usko kholne laga.

Hook khulne ke baad woh hath zip par leke gaya, aur usko neeche kar diya. Fir usne apna doosra hath bhi mere doosre boob se hataya. Dono hath meri jeans ki kamar par rakh liye. Ab usne meri jeans jhat se neeche kar di.

Maine apne dono pair ek-ek karke uthaye, aur jeans se baahar nikaal liye. Ab main Aditya ke saamne sirf blue color ki panty mein thi. Mujhe bahut sharmaa rahi thi, aur mere poora badan mein ek sansani si ho rahi thi.

Iske aage kya hua, ye jaanne ke liye aap sab readers ko agle part ka intezaar karna padega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye 📲  mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

Hi all, this is Rocky from Bangalore. I am going to tell you all the story of my mom, Usha, how I had sex chatted with her from a fake ID, and how I got to know her sexual fantasies, kinks, and secrets. This is the third part of the story.

My mom Usha is a divorcee at the age of 41. She is sexually active like an 18-year-old girl, though being in her 50s. We change clothes in front of each other, so seeing each other naked is a normal thing, and staying naked also we don’t mind.

So, coming back to the story, I pinged her again…

Varun: Hi, Usha dear.

Usha: Hey Varun, my handsome man. What are you doing?

Varun: Yes, my baby. I am doing good. What about you?

Usha: I am good too.

Varun: So Usha, my girlfriend, tell me more about your experiences and fantasies.

Usha: Well, I have this experience where my brother’s friend by name Venky showed me this world of sex. He was the first who fucked me properly continuously for years. He was so hot that any girl would lust for him. I was also one of those girls who lusted for him, wanting to give him myself completely, which I did eventually.

Usha: So Venky used to keep coming home to meet my brother, and he used to sit with me and my son while I was making my son study. He used to smell of cigarettes which I didn’t like. But I got used to it as he didn’t want to stop smoking after so much persuasion by me.

Usha: We both had that love for each and also, he was the one who taught me how to smoke. We were working in the same area. Our offices were next to each other, and we used to meet in breaks, and on his insistence, I started smoking.

Usha: Sometimes, we used to travel together in the same vehicle. One day I really didn’t want to go home after work, so during our break time when we both met, I asked him to take me out somewhere so that I could have time for myself. Venky also agreed to it and we went out that evening to MG Road and started doing window shopping and walking to nearby places.

Usha: Our walking soon turned out to be like couples, and we were holding hands and happily smoking. I was wearing a neat saree with a sleeveless blouse and he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

Usha: We thought of sitting and chit-chatting with each other for a while and going home from there. But where we sat was a secluded place, and the wind was blowing, and it was chilled. We were sitting very close to each other our shoulders rubbing. Suddenly, Venky kissed me on my cheeks and I was just looking at him in shock. But my love and lust for him was inside waiting to be unleashed.

Usha: Without talking a single word, I leaned forward with my lips. He gently took my face in his hands and started to kiss my lips as though we had been lovers for ages. His hands slowly moved on my boobs unbuttoning my blouse, and I just broke our kiss and looked around to see if someone was there.

Then he said: No one will come here, for this only I got you here, don’t worry.

Usha: Then I sighed in relief and got back to kissing him madly.

Soon I was naked from the top and fed him my boobs one by one. He removed my saree making me nude. My erect nipples were wanting him to play with them. He stood up, got naked, and lowered my head towards his nipples, making me lick them, and then to his hard dick which was standing like a rocket wanting some saliva from me.

Usha: Then I started munching on his dick while rubbing his balls my saliva dripping over his dick. He made me lie down and licked my pussy for a while. Rubbing his dick on my pussy entrance was tickling me. I crossed over my hands over my head. He initially was just inserting his hard dick in and out for some time.

Usha: Then Venky held both my hands, kissed me deeply, and entered his hard rod inside my pussy while I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. His thrusts kept on getting intense, and his speed picked up, and sweat started to flow from my body. Venky was biting my lips. My moaning increased from, “Aah to aaaahhh yes to yeeeessss..” scratching his back and biting his nipples.

Usha: Then he turned me around, spanked me, and entered my pussy, holding my hips and spanking my ass once in a while. He suddenly stopped fucking me and made me blow his dick for a while. We licked each other and were exploring each other. I then sat on him and started to ride, swinging my head and having a cigarette.

Usha: Then I leaned forward to smooch my man. His chest was shining with sweat. With each drop of his sweat, I licked like a passionate lover. Then he put me down and kept ramming my vagina, pinching my nipples from the top, closing his eyes, and increasing his speed. We both came together and lay down there. We then got up and got ready and left for our homes.

Varun: Fuck, Usha! You are a born randi (slut), isn’t it?

Usha: Hahahaha, Randi, yes, but not as you think, Varun.

Varun: Yes Usha, you are sexy. I would love to make love to you. Also, I have finished masturbating, hearing your experience.

Usha: Hahahaha..Somebody came so fast! Nice, I will also masturbate now and ping you later, Varun.

Now I was in a different world. I went to my mom directly pointing my dick. She shook my dick and I cummed hard and kissed her.

***

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James bit his fist and whimpered slightly. He was pulled across Prits’ lap with his butt cheeks pooched into the air. James wore only a tiny, soft pink thong panty. His butt cheeks were on full display, and Prits was spanking him.

Prits swung the wooden ping-pong paddle with undisputed authority. Her Indian Girl Power was demonstrating that she was strong and influential. James would not be forgetting this spanking. His butt cheeks glowed with warmth. Prits pounded his panties with potent princess power!

James deserved this spanking. He had once dated Prits and had lied to her while they were dating. Prits had thought she would let karma handle the payback. But then, the opportunity to actively participate in karma presented itself. She could not pass it up.

Now Prits, giggling with satisfaction, whacked James’ red hot butt cheeks with her paddle. She was teaching James a lesson he would never forget. James blushed and whimpered as his butt burned like a supernova. He was so very embarrassed.

“These are such adorable little panties James, so very girly! You are a panty boi!” giggled Prits.

“Oh! I’m so embarrassed!” whimpered James.

“Yes! You are bare-assed, alright. And I am spanking that ass for justice!” smiled Prits.

James rolled his eyes and blushed as the firm panty-pounding continued. James was taking a very proper spanking for Girl Power justice. Three Indian girlfriends of Prits sat ten feet away and giggled with glee. Prits new boyfriend, Daniel, sat in the corner with a smug look on his face.

Prits paused the spanking to give her arm a rest. One of her friends, named Alora, jumped up and took the paddle. Alora began spanking James. Whacking his right cheek and then his left. All the girls laughed at the sight of panty-boi James getting payback for lying.

James whimpered and squeaked, “Oh, mommy!” He blushed with intense embarrassment. Prits snapped the waistband on his tiny panty and declared, “We will make sure that everyone that you know and we know finds out that you are a panty boi!”

Each one of the girls was able to deliver a series of swats for Indian Girl Power. Prits’ boyfriend, Daniel, laughed at the scene. He also took a video with his phone and sent it to each of the girls. The spanking was so fierce, James’ butt would be sore for a few days.

The spanking was paused once again. But this time, Prits shoved James off of her lap. James landed on his butt on the floor with a jarring THUD! His mouth dropped open in shock, and he stared up at Prits. Prits covered her mouth and laughed at him.

Then Daniel commanded, “Panty boi! Crawl on your hands and knees over to me!”

James obeyed and crawled to Daniel. Once he knelt before Daniel, Daniel passed the phone to Prits to videotape. Then Daniel pulled out his very large cock and told James, “Kiss it and lick it until it is hard!”

James blushed but obeyed. He began kissing Daniel’s huge Indian cock with slow sensual kisses. Prits and the girls laughed at James. When Daniel’s humongous cock was hard, he ordered James to suck it.

James took the head between his lips and slowly slid the monster cock over his tongue and past his tonsils. Then James began to suck the cock. The girls erupted in hilarious laughter. Prits videotaped every second of the cock-feeding.

James blushed with total humiliation but bobbed and slurped on the huge meat stick. Daniel stood and grabbed James’ head, and began thrusting his hips with domination. The ginormous cock plunged deep into James’ throat. James’ eyes fluttered and watered profusely.

James dutifully gobbled the cock as Daniel pumped his hips strongly. The brutal throat-fucking was recorded for mass distribution. James would be known as the cock-slurping panty boi. It was totally embarrassing for James.

Daniel moaned and then sucked air between his teeth as his huge Indian cock exploded in the American panty-boi mouth. James guzzled every drop of cum given to him. Daniel fed James a dump truckload of Indian cum.

The girls cheered and laughed as they gave each other high-fives in a Girl Power celebration. James blushed so intensely. He was humiliated beyond belief. His simple brain sizzled with humiliation. James was totally dumbfounded.

James’ lips slowly slid off of Daniel’s cock with a POP! Then James licked down the shaft to Daniel’s balls. He took the balls into his mouth and sucked in subservience as the huge cock flopped across his face. Prits laughed so hard.

After a few minutes of sucking Indian balls, American James pulled his lips off the balls and sensually kissed up the cock to the tip. James wrapped his sissy lips around Daniel’s cock and began blowing Daniel again.

James submitted fully to Daniel’s superior masculinity as his mouth pleasured Daniel. James slurped and gobbled the cock in such an obvious demonstration of submission. It was thoroughly humiliating for James.

“Woo-hoo! Look at America suck India’s cock! Serve that cock, you slutty panty boi!” laughed Prits.

James blushed and bobbed as his cheeks hollowed and sucked. He slurped and slobbered like he could not get enough cock in his mouth. It was instantly obvious that James possessed expert cock-sucking skills. And it was obvious that America was sucking the cock of India.

Daniel groaned in delight as his cock throbbed deep in James’ sissy mouth. Then Daniel grunted as his cock erupted and filled James’ mouth with Indian cum. James blushed and guzzled the cum like a pro.

“Oh god! I love that cum! Feed me your cum daddy!” James blushed.

Prits rolled on the ground laughing in hilarious laughter. She and her girlfriends laughed so hard that they had to catch their breath. James also had to catch his breath. His throat had been stuffed with a huge cock.

“James, you Indian cock-whore! You were born to suck cocks!” giggled Prits.

“You will be sucking a lot of Indian cocks!” Alora assured James.

James nodded in agreement as he accepted his role assigned by Prits. It was his only option. He knew Prits would keep him sucking cocks. His mouth was intended to pleasure Indian cocks.

Prits had composed herself and pulled a blushing James back across her knee. She picked up her paddle and resumed the spanking. James whimpered and whined in embarrassment and surrender. His butt cheeks were so hot that he thought his panties were going to burst into flames any second.

“India spanks America’s ass!” giggled Alora.

James was spanked until he was disoriented and speechless. His butt was so sore that he would never forget these moments when Prits put him in his place. It was so very embarrassing for James.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Alora opened the door, and 20 Indian guys came into the room. Prits laughed and clapped in approval. She instructed those guys to hardcore fuck James’ throat with power and domination.

Prits smiled in ecstatic victory as she and her friends walked out of the room. She had accomplished exactly what she wanted. Justice was won, and she felt powerful. James would suck Indian cocks for several hours.

Alora stopped in the doorway as she exited the room. She smiled and declared, “James, you silly sissy! You keep America sucking the cocks of India!”

The videotape of James sucking cock wearing only panties was viewed by more than 20 million people worldwide. James would never date another girl. He only sucked Indian cocks and guzzled Indian cum.

Every night before James crawls into bed, he whimpers, “Prits! You keep me sucking cocks! Your Indian Girl Power rules my world! Ohhh, the embarrassment!”

Prits smiles, knowing that James is the cock-whore of India. She likes it that America sucks India’s cock daily and guzzles its cum.

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the small town. Unnati, a stunning 26-year-old woman with long dark hair and deep brown eyes, stood by her bedroom window. She watched the sky transform into a canvas of orange and pink hues.

She wore a loose silk robe tied loosely around her slender waist, revealing a hint of her smooth, tanned skin. Unnati had been living alone since her brother left for college. Tonight, she was expecting a visitor—her brother’s best friend, Tinnu.

Tinnu was a year younger than her brother, making him just 19 years old. He was a tall, lanky teenager with a boyish charm and a mischievous smile. Unnati had always found him attractive. The fact that he was still a virgin only added to his allure.

She knew it was wrong to think of her brother’s friend in such a way, but she couldn’t help herself. Unnati had a secret desire to corrupt the innocent young man and introduce him to the pleasures of the flesh. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the doorbell rang, breaking Unnati out of her reverie.

She smoothed down her robe and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. With a final check in the mirror, she made her way downstairs. Her heart pounded with anticipation. When she opened the door, Tinnu stood there, his eyes widening at the sight of her.

“Hey, Unnati,” he greeted her, his voice cracking slightly. “I, uh, hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Unnati smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. “Not at all, Tinnu. Come in. I was just about to make some tea. Would you like some?”

Tinnu nodded, stepping into the house. He was nervous, and it showed in the way he fidgeted with his hands. Unnati noticed his gaze wander over her body. Taking in her exposed thighs and the hint of cleavage visible through the open robe. She bit her lip, enjoying the effect she had on him.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she purred, leading him to the living room. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Unnati disappeared into the kitchen, giving Tinnu a moment to collect himself. He sat on the edge of the sofa, his heart racing. He had always thought of Unnati as a sister figure. But tonight, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was happening.

His eyes darted around the room, taking in the cosy atmosphere. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air. In the kitchen, Unnati prepared the tea, her hands shaking as she thought about what she was about to do. She wanted Tinnu.

She knew he desired her, too, even if he didn’t fully understand it yet. She added a pinch of a special herb known for its aphrodisiac properties to the tea. She stirred it slowly, lost in her thoughts. When she returned to the living room, Tinnu was still sitting on the sofa.

His eyes were fixed on the door as if expecting someone else to walk in. Unnati handed him a cup of tea, her fingers brushing against his as she did so. “Here you go,” she said softly, her voice low and sultry. “It’s a special blend. I hope you like it.”

Tinnu took a sip, his eyes closing briefly as he savoured the taste. “Mmm, it’s delicious,” he murmured, his voice husky. Unnati sat beside him, her leg brushing against his, and leaned in close. “I’m glad you like it,” she whispered, her warm breath caressing his ear. “I made it just for you.”

Tinnu’s breath hitched, and he turned to face her, his eyes locking with hers. “Unnati, I… I don’t know what’s happening here. I mean, you’re like a sister to me, but…”

“Shh,” Unnati placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. “Just relax and let yourself feel, Tinnu. You’re a man now, and it’s natural to have desires. I want to help you explore them.”

As she spoke, Unnati’s hand drifted to his thigh, her fingers gently caressing the firm muscle. Tinnu’s breath quickened. He felt a stirring in his groin, his cock beginning to harden. Unnati’s touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“You’re so handsome, Tinnu,” she whispered, her fingers inching higher, her nails lightly scraping his skin. “And so innocent. I want to show you how good it can feel.”

Tinnu’s resistance was crumbling, his body responding to her touch and her words. He had never felt this way before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Unnati’s hand reached his bulging crotch, and she gently rubbed his growing erection through his pants.

“Oh God,” he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. “Unnati, I…”

“It’s okay, Tinnu,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Let go. I want to make you feel good. I want to be your first.”

With that, Unnati leaned in and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Tinnu responded instinctively. His tongue tangled with hers as they explored each other’s mouths. Unnati’s hand worked his zipper, freeing his straining cock from its confines. She stroked him gently, her touch firm and confident.

“Oh fuck,” Tinnu moaned into her mouth as she began to stroke him in earnest. “That feels so good.”

Unnati broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I want you, Tinnu. I want to feel you inside me.”

She stood and began to slowly untie her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her naked body. Tinnu’s eyes widened at the sight of her full breasts, her erect nipples and begging for attention. Her flat stomach led down to a patch of neatly trimmed dark hair, and her long legs seemed to go on forever.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire.

Unnati smiled, a look of pure lust on her face. “Thank you, Tinnu. Now, come and take what’s yours.”

She guided him to the bedroom, where the setting sun bathed them in a warm, golden light. Tinnu’s hands trembled as he reached for her. His fingers traced the curves of her body, learning her shape and texture. Unnati arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as he explored her.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “And so wet.”

Unnati moaned, her hands finding his hard cock again, guiding it to her entrance. “Please, Tinnu. I need you.”

With one smooth thrust, he entered her, his virgin cock sliding into her hot, tight pussy. Unnati cried out, her body welcoming him as he filled her. Tinnu froze, overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside her. His cock was enveloped by her warm, wet walls.

“Move, Tinnu,” Unnati urged, her voice thick with desire. “Fuck me. It’s okay, I want it.”

Tinnu began to move, slowly at first, then with growing confidence. Unnati’s hands gripped his hips, guiding his movements as he set a steady rhythm. His cock slid in and out of her. Each thrust elicited a moan from Unnati’s lips.

“Yes, Tinnu, just like that,” she panted, her nails digging into his skin. “Fuck me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

Tinnu complied, his youthful energy driving him to pound into her with increasing force. Unnati’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared her climax. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she surrendered to the pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, Tinnu!” she cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh God, keep fucking me!”

Tinnu’s orgasm was building, his balls tightening as he thrust into her with abandon. Unnati’s tight pussy milked his cock, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m cumming, Unnati!” he groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied his load deep inside her.

Unnati screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing around his throbbing cock. They clung to each other, their hearts racing and their breath mingling as they rode out their shared climax.

As their breathing slowed, Tinnu pulled out of her, his spent cock glistening with their combined juices. Unnati lay back on the bed, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile on her lips. Tinnu collapsed beside her, his body spent but his mind racing.

“That was…” he began, struggling to find the words.

“Incredible,” Unnati finished for him, reaching over to stroke his cheek.” And it’s just the beginning, Tinnu. There’s so much more we can explore together.”

Tinnu looked into her eyes, his expression a mix of wonder and desire. He knew his life had changed forever, and he couldn’t wait to see what else Unnati had in store for him.

Little did he know, Unnati had only just begun to unleash her sexual prowess, and she intended to teach her young lover every erotic secret she knew.

All it takes is a little courage. Come to me soon. I am expecting your email [email protected]. Let’s meet in my land.

Hello readers, I am back with the next part of my story. Mujhe pata hai aapko ye story kitni pasand hai and you hate the delay. Isliye fatafat main story continue karta hu.

Apni maa ko apne kaabu mein karne ke baad maine unhe poora garam kar diya, aur unke nipples ko choosne laga.

Maa: Aaram se beta, isme doodh nahi hai.

Maa ne khud hi apne petticoat ka naada khol diya, aur ab wo sirf panty mein thi. Main unke boobs ko zor-zor se suck aur press kar raha tha. Unhone mere sar ko kass ke apne seene se laga rakha tha, aur siskariyan aur aahen bhar rahi thi.

Maine jhat se usko bed ke kinare par fir se patak diya, aur unke muh se zor ki aaahhh nikli. Maa mere saamne black panty mein thi sirf, aur unka gora nanga badan mere liye taras raha tha. Unke bade boobs aur khade kaale nipples jo mere choosne se geele ho gaye the, wo chamak rahe the. Maine fatt se maa ke badan par apna hath firaya, aur laa kar unki panty par rok diya.

Unki panty poori geeli thi. Maine panty ke upar se unki chut ko zor se dabaya. Aise karte hi maa ki aankhen band ho gayi, aur muh se halki ummh nikli. Maine unke gale ko suck karna start kiya, aur use bite kar liya. Dheere-dheere main apni jeebh ko maa ke boobs pe le aaya. Fir unke nipples ke jeebh se chaata, aur unke mulayam gore pet ko choomne laga.

Kya batau doston, meri maa ka pet ek-dum chikna, aur gora, aur aate ki tarah mulayam tha. Mere ghar ki dono auratein chubby hai. Di aur maa ek-dum khaate-peete khandan ki auratein lagti hai.

Dheere-dheere main maa ki chut ki taraf badh raha tha. Maine unki panty ke upar se hi maa ki chut ko kiss kiya. Wo to jaise tadap uthi. Fir achanak se meri nazar unki gori jaanghon par gayi. Maine unhe choomna shuru kar diya, aur unki chut ke bagal jaangh ko suck karne laga. Main unke boobs ko ek hath se dabane laga.

Maa ki taangein mere kandho par, hath mere baalon mein, aur muh se sirf mera naam nikal raha tha.

Maa: Aaaah betaaaa, apni maa se itna pyaar koi nahi karta hoga, aahhh.

Maine maa ki panty ko ungli se sarkaya to mere saamne unki jharne ki tarah behne wali chut thi. Maa ki chut di ki tarah chikni nahi thi. Us par chhote-chhote baal the, aur paseene ki alag si mehak. Maine unke chut ko apni jeebh se chaata, jisse wo shock ho gayi, aur apni gaand ko peeche karte hue boli-

Maa: Oye ye kya kar raha hai? Aisa nahi karte.

Maine unki taangon ko pakda, aur unka chut apne muh ke paas kass ke pakad li. Fir apni jeebh se unki chut chaatne laga. Di ki chut chaat-chaat kar main train ho chuka tha. Maa ki chut ka swaad di ki tarah nahi tha. Umar ke farak par har chut ka swaad zabardast hota hai doston.

Main kutte ki tarah unki chut ko chaat raha tha, aur wo kutiya ki tarah uchal rahi thi. Ab wo mera muh apni chut ki taraf daba rahi thi. Poore kamre mein unki zor-zor ki aaahhh ummmm ki awaaze thi. Shayad bahut dino baat unhe ye sukh mila tha.

Wo apni awaaz ko dabane ke liye apne muh par hath rakh rahi thi. Par unse control nahi ho raha tha. Tabhi unhone apni jaanghon se mere sar ko zor se jakad liya, aur fir unka paani chhoot gaya. Unhone mere baalon ko pakad kar mera muh apni chut se hataya aur jhadte hue bed pe nirast ho gayi.

Hum dono ki saanse fool chuki thi. Par main rukne wala nahi tha. Mera lund abhi shant jo nahi hua tha. Main bed ke kinare khada hua, aur apne lund ko unki chut par set kiya. Maa ne mujhe dekha. Wo thaki hui nazron se thoda aaram maang rahi thi. Par unke hontho ki muskan mera lund chaahti thi.

Wo mujhe rok bhi nahi sakti thi, aakhirkaar unke bete ka lund khada tha, aur unki chut ka rass beh raha tha. Maine jhatt se unke chut mein dhakka maara, to mera lund jaise malayi mein ghusa ho, ek hi baar mein aadhe se zyada andar chala gaya. Maa ke muh se lund andar jaate hi aaah nikli. Main bed ke kinare khada tha. Mera lund maa ki chut mein tha, aur wo bed par thi.

Maine unki gaand ko uthaya, aur apni taraf kheench kar ek aur dhakka diya. Mera lund ab poora unki chut mein tha. Maa ki aankhen band thi, aur mere lund ke poore andar jaate hi unke muh se lambi aahhh nikli. Main bhi poore josh mein tha. Maine maa ko zor-zor se chodna start kiya, aur apne hath se unke boobs ko masal raha tha.

Maa: Aaaah beta, aaram se chod. Main teri hi hu.

Me: Kya batau mummy bahut din se tumhe patane ke liye mehnat kar raha tha. Aaj jaake tum mili ho.

Maa: Uhhhmmm mujhe nahi pata tha ki bete se chudwane mein itna maza aayega. Warna jis din se toone ye harkatein shuru ki, usi din tere lund pe baith jati.

Maa ki baaton se mujhe ab aur josh aa raha tha. Maine ek hath se unke gale ko pakda, aur unki taang ko apne par tika kar zor-zor se unki chut maarne laga. Thodi hi der mein mere lund se raha nahi gaya, aur mera poora maal maine maa ki chut mein hi chhodh diya. Usi samay maa bhi firse jhad gayi, aur mera lund poora geela ho gaya.

Main himmat harke maa ke baju mein let gaya, aur unko hug karke leta raha. Maa bhi mujhe pyaar se sehla rahi thi, aur apne seene se laga ke mere maathe ko choom rahi thi chhote bachhe ki tarah.

Hope ye part aapko acha lage. Main jaldi hi next part share karunga. Tab tak mere lund hilane waale bhai hilate rahe, aur geeli chut wali bhabhiyan aur behne mujhe [email protected] pe mail kare. Next part mein aapko bataunga kya hua jab didi ko mere aur maa ke rishte ka pata chala.

This series is a figment of my imagination. All characters mentioned in the story are fictional and are created for entertainment purposes. Please don’t mail me asking for my details. Review emails are appreciated.

I am Sarah, and this is a story of how I submitted myself to my distant 20-year-old nephew, Alan.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next part. I have been busy with some personal things this year. I’ll make sure that the next parts keep on coming at regular intervals. Thank you for showering all the appreciation and love on my previous stories. Hope you like this one too.

Chapter 3:

Alan let me rest for some time on his bed until I regained consciousness. He also took care of me and my body like a husband would of his wife. He cleaned me, bathed me, fed me and applied ointment on my body over the bruises.

My face was all red and bruised up by the brutal slaps, which I didn’t mind at all. I made sure that Alan knew about my consent. He rubbed the ointment all over my face and made sure I was healed before he bruised me up all over again.

“Aunt, I hope you didn’t mind the brutal assault I did on you,” he said with a caring tone.

I couldn’t believe he was the same guy who slapped me so hard and made me scream until my lungs came out just a few hours ago.

“Not at all, son. I meant what I said earlier, and if this is the aftercare I’ll receive after every session, I’m more than happy to do it again. Next time, don’t hold back and continue what you did today,” I said. We both kissed each other like a couple.

I was all naked on his bed, and I didn’t mind that at all.  I cuddled Alan tightly, and he, too, responded in the same way.

“So tell me, Aunt, what are your hard limits?” he asked me.

“Umm, nothing as such, except for shit-play. I’m fine with anything,” I said

“So you mean tomorrow, if I throw you naked between a group of 10 people, you’d be okay to get fucked by these 10 people?” He asked very casually.

“If I’m being honest, YES. I don’t mind following your commands as long as you make sure of my safety. Also, if you don’t know, your Aunt likes to feast on pussies from time to time, so you can make your evil mind plan something around it,” I said naughtily. I pressed my finger on his head, enacting to think.

“You are opening all new possibilities for me to keep you on your toes,” saying this, he placed his finger on my swollen clit.

“You are the Master of this house now. Your wish is my command, and I’ll do everything I can to fulfil it,” I said and kissed my nephew like I would kiss any of my lovers.

We cuddled for some time, and then Alan ordered food from the nearby Chinese corner. When the delivery guy buzzed, he gave me a see-through lingerie to wear and ordered me to collect the parcel. Like a shameless slut, I walked half-naked in front of a stranger and fulfilled my Master’s command.

The delivery guy’s eyes popped out of his socket as he saw up and down my body. He made sure he captured my body in his brain until I shut the door on his face. This was a unique experience for me as I had never done anything as such before in my life.

“Aunt, do you mind if I invite my girlfriend here next week?” Alan asked me

“Baby, I just now told you that you are the Master of this house now, you can invite whoever you want to. Just out of curiosity, does your girlfriend know that you are an animal in bed?” I asked

“Who do you think I practised all of this before?” He asked and gave me an evil smile

“Anyway, we had our fun for a year, but now she is looking to be dominant. I’m not submissive, so I’m thinking, what if I involve you? We both dominate the shit out of your body,” he said and pulled me closed by pulling my netted panties.

“That sounds fun. I couldn’t wait to taste my Mistress’s pussy,” I said and licked my lips with my tongue seductively.

“That’s like my good little slut,” Alan said, and we both kissed each other. Alan was 16 years younger than me. But he held such a dominant position that no one would believe I was the older one in our Master-Slave relationship.

Alan made me kneel between his legs under the dining table. He had his dinner, and then he fed me the leftovers from his used plate. That night, we both slept in my bedroom, which was also the Master Bedroom of my penthouse. Alan applied some ointment over my pussy.

My pussy healed completely by the next morning, and the swelling also disappeared. He gave me a pill, which I swallowed without asking any questions. It was a painkiller, I believe, that gave me a good sleep and made sure I was back to normal by morning.

The next morning was a Sunday. By the time I woke up, Alan was already up, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I woke up and looked at my body in the mirror. The bruises from slaps and Alan’s bites were looking amazing over my body.

My face was still a bit bruised up, but the pill was doing its job. Alan had made sure to slap me at the right spots so that no bone of mine was hurt. It was only the skin that suffered.  I walked down to the kitchen, still naked from last night.

I saw Alan preparing an omelette, wearing nothing but an apron. He looked so hot that my pussy started getting wet at the very instant. Alan and I spent the entire Sunday cuddling and kissing around the house. He made sure I was fully recovered before he assaulted my body again.

The only rule I had to follow was to stay naked in the house. He didn’t allow me to wear a single piece of fabric over my body. I, too, was enjoying the thrill. The entire week went by and Alan was with his college and didn’t give me much attention.

However, he made sure that I obeyed his order to stay naked in the house. My wounds healed after 2-3 days, and the bruises were not that visible.  Finally, it was Friday eve, and I knew Alan would be unleashing his beast tonight.

As soon as he came inside the house, he searched for me around the penthouse and finally found me sitting on my couch, naked, waiting for my Master. He came closer to me and grabbed my neck in his palms. He pulled me up and kissed the hell out of my mouth.

Our tongues were playing with each other. Our faces were smothered in each other’s saliva. Out of nowhere, he pulled out a rope from his pocket and tied my hands behind my back. He spread my legs and decided to torture my recovered pussy.

“If you close your legs even by a centimetre, you’ll have to bear the consequences,” Alan said and THWACK! He landed a hard slap on my pussy.

I screamed in pain but made sure that my legs didn’t close.

THWACK!

“Count,” he said as he slapped my face with his big rough hands.

“One, Master,” I said with a broken voice.

THWACK!

“Aah! Two, Master,”

THWACK!

“Ah! Three, Master,”

THWACK!

“Fuck! Four, Master,”

THWACK!

“Five, Master,”

THWACK!

“Aah! Six, Master,”

Alan was not showing any signs of mercy. He kept on slapping my pussy, and it was swollen by now.  I kept on counting and had reached 35 by now. Finally, I couldn’t keep it in, and all the pain made me cum like a mad woman.

My pussy gave up, and like a shameless whore, I came all over my nephew’s hand. My body shivered like a leaf, and I collapsed on the floor. My orgasm lasted for what felt like forever. It was one of the best orgasms I had in my life.

“Look at you, shameless piece of filth. You came just by getting slapped on your pussy by your nephew,” Alan said as he stood above me while I lay flat on the floor.

I looked at him, still recovering from my orgasm and gave him a sly smile. My pussy was completely swollen by now. It showed prints of my nephew’s fingers all over it. Alan didn’t hold back and dragged me on the floor by pulling my hair.

He pulled me up so that I was on my knees now. My hands were still tied behind my back, so it was getting difficult for me to balance my body. Alan cupped my chin and made me face him. I tried not to look directly into his eyes as I didn’t want to get punished again.

“Would you like it if I slap your beautiful face now?” Alan asked me

I being the horny whore, immediately replied, “I am your property, Master. You can do whatever you feel like with me,”

THWACK! As I completed my sentence, Alan landed a vicious slap on my cheek. I lost my balance and fell on the floor while on my knees. It was a pretty awkward position that I was in with my hands tied behind me.

Alan picked me up and slapped me again with the same intensity. He repeated this 3 more times, and every time he slapped me, I fell to the ground.  Finally, he dropped his trousers. His dick swung open. I got wetter looking at his leaking dick.

There was a thick layer of sticky pre-cum on his dick-head. It was drooling down his dick. He was completely hard. His dick was throbbing, waiting for me to suck all of his sweet nectar. He placed his dick on my open mouth and slid it in like a hot knife on butter.

I took his monster inside my throat until he couldn’t push any further. I was gagging over my nephew’s dick. He tried to make it deeper into my oesophagus.  He held my head with both his hands and started to mouth-fuck me with his cock.

All his pre-cum was drooling from the side of my lips as his dick went in and out of my sloppy mouth like a piston. He fucked my mouth for 10 more minutes. Just when I felt he was going to release, he pulled out, leaving me hungry for his sweet gooey cum.

“Do you know what is going to happen with you tonight?” he asked me.

“I’m going to get fucked and humiliated by my Master,” I replied, knowing my fate.

“Tonight, it’s not going to be just me,” he replied. I looked at him with a confused look.

He pointed towards the door as it slid open. I could see a very hot woman, around the same age as my nephew, with fair, perfect round boobs and a cute face. She was wearing a crop top and a skirt that ended just above her knees. She started walking towards us with a broad smile on her face.

“Slut, meet Ananya, my girlfriend, your new Mistress,” he said as he grabbed her by her waist. They both kissed each other like lovers. I knew I was in for fun.

I hope you liked this part. I will be posting the next part very soon. Please email me your reviews at [email protected].

Hi readers. First of all, thank you so much for the amazing response to my previous story, ‘Dear Diary – Horny Student Counselor’s Terms to Fuck.’All the events described in this series are true except for the names.

So, after that steamy encounter with Tej, she broke all the contacts with me. I was worried, and various thoughts crossed my mind. Didn’t she like sex? Did I do something wrong? Did she get pregnant and now hiding from me? And so on.

But, later, I came to know that she got engaged the next week, and that made sense. So, she just lost her virginity to me just before her engagement. Well, I felt honoured. So, now, let’s talk about another encounter that I had in mid-November 2023.

Let me start by re-introducing myself and the other character of this story:

Sky (Myself): I’m a 28-year-old working professional in Delhi/NCR. I stand 5 ft 9 inches tall with average body type, fair skin and a tool of 6 inches long and 2.5 inches thick. I also am a temporary companion for ladies/girls/couples out there in Delhi/NCR. I satisfy both emotional and physical needs. BDSM/ MFM/ FMF/ romantic dinner dates/ dance partner and so on.

Ankita: A 24-year-old girl who is post-graduated and now hunting for a job. She’s probably 5 ft tall with a figure of 34C-32-32.

So, I was using Tinder for 30-40 days and was not getting any great matches. I was getting matched, but no one was good enough to pass that vibe check. Finally, I got a match with a girl named Ankita. She was a little dusky, but her curves were pretty evident in the pictures.

We chatted for a few days on Tinder and I must say, we were going along well. Then, she told me that she was actively looking for a job in Delhi/NCR. I asked her to share her CV on WhatsApp so that I could forward it to my contacts.

That’s how our numbers got exchanged. I helped her get a job, and in the process, we came close. We used to talk about our day, rant about our bosses and discuss all the other things.

One night, it was around 11:00 PM. We were talking, and she said that she was sleepy. We bid Good Night to each other, and just before hanging up, I kissed her over the phone.

Ankita: Kya kiya abhi tumne? (What did you just do?)

Sky: Kuch bhi to nahi. (Nothing at all.)

Ankita: I heard that.

Sky: (Giving a kiss again) What did you hear?

Ankita: This. This. You are getting naughty now, haan. So jao chup chap bina shaitani kare. (Sleep quietly without getting naughty.)

And then we hung up the call. I knew in my mind at least she wasn’t mad at me. So, all I had to do was to push a little harder. The next day was the weekend. So I called her in the morning enquiring about her plans for the day. She had nothing planned for the day.

Ankita: I just did my laundry, and now I do not have anything to do as such.

Sky: What about my treat?

Ankita: Which treat?

Sky: I got you a job. You could at least take me to the movies and dinner. Also, we met at a dating site, remember?

Ankita: I haven’t got my salary yet. I will definitely give you a treat once I receive it.

Sky: Your company is a treat for me. There is this movie I want to see, would you care to join?

Ankita: Going to the cinema hall is very tiresome, and I don’t want to get exhausted on the weekend.

Sky: I have a better Idea. Why don’t you come to my place? We can watch a few movies, have chit chat and food together.

Ankita: Your place is too far away. I am not boarding the metro.

Sky: I am booking a cab for you, get ready. There you go. This is the Cab number and this is the OTP. I am waiting.

Ankita: So eager naa? Okay, I am getting ready then. Just select the movies we are going to watch.

I was way too excited. Her ETA was 80 minutes, so I rushed to the medical store and bought the condoms. Just in case there was any scope of action, I wanted to be prepared. Then I went to the washroom and shaved my pubes. I got dressed in my black formal shirt and black trousers.

I then applied my Paco Rabanne perfume, as smelling good was a must. Then, I impatiently waited for her to arrive. Finally, her ETA was 3 minutes. I climbed down the stairs and saw her cab. She got out of the cab, and I made the payment.

It was the first time Ankita and I were seeing each other in person. That too after talking to each other for about a month. She was wearing a black woollen top and blue denim paired with black leather boots.

We shook hands, and I welcomed her into my humble home. I opened the door for her and asked her to sit on the couch. Then, I brought some water for her. Then I made coffee for her as I knew she was a coffee person. We sat and started chit-chatting while sipping our coffee.

Sky: You look even more gorgeous in person, you know. I thought you were photogenic, but the pictures do not do you justice at all.

Ankita: (Blushing a little) Thank you, Sky, you are such a charmer.

Sky: I haven’t even started yet. (wink).

Ankita just laughed it out and said, “So, have you picked any movies yet?”

Sky: Quite a lot. Let’s proceed to the bedroom for that.

Ankita: The way you said it didn’t sound like you were talking about the movies.

Sky: Well, that all depends on how you interpret it, but the TV is in the bedroom. Moreover, you would also be more comfortable there sitting under the blanket.

I showed her the bedroom. She sat on the bed, and I sat just beside her, and we shared the blanket. I then switched on the TV and put on a horror movie whose name I don’t remember now.

Sky: I hope you are not scared of the ghosts.

Ankita: It is my favourite genre.

Sky: On that note, let’s set the mood. Let me switch off the lights first.

I switched off the lights, the room was completely dark, and I started the movie. We were sitting next to each other, our shoulders were touching over the fabrics of our clothes, and the movie started. I felt like hugging her tightly and kissing her thick, juicy lips.

But, I somehow controlled my emotions and tried concentrating on the movie. After 20-25 minutes, the ghost appeared suddenly in the movie, and Ankita was scared as hell. She let out a scream and held my hand tightly. I was a bit scared, too. But holding her hand passed an electric shock in my entire body.

So, I also played along and acted scared, but we continued watching the movie. As the movie passed by, there were more and more scary scenes. We held each other tightly with every passing scene. I had both my hands over her upper arms and was constantly hugging her.

I was feeling so good. Finally, the movie ended and I was still hugging her tightly.

Ankita: Movie khatam hi gayi hai ab (movie has ended now). You are safe now. You can leave me.

Sky: What if the ghost returns? It’s feeling good hugging you. Let’s start another movie.

Ankita: I am tired now. I am sleeping for a while, we will watch the movie afterwards now.

Sky: I am also sleepy, though.

I switched off the TV, wrapped the blanket around Ankita and myself and closed my eyes. To be honest, I was not in the mood to sleep at all. But also, I didn’t want to rush things and ruin my chances. So, I was taking it way too slow.

So, after a few minutes, I turned towards her. I hugged her by her waist and kept my eyes shut. She was lying on her back. She opened her eyes and said, “Still scared?”

To which I replied, “Not scared, but was feeling like hugging you, so I did. I hope you are comfortable.”

Ankita (After a pause of 30-40 seconds): Hmm.

Sky: What is hmm? I can always move aside if you are not comfortable.

Ankita: Koi zaroorat nahi hai. (No need).

I stayed in that position for as long as I can remember. I wanted her to take the next step or at least give me some hints so that I could take things to the next level.

After a few minutes, Ankita asked me, “Do you want to kiss me?”

It was all I wanted to hear. I straight away looked at her, though she wasn’t visible clearly because the lights were off. I planted a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, then her right cheek and then her left cheek. She held my head by my hair and took my lips into hers.

And then, we were indulged in the most intense smooch of my life. The kiss got sloppier and sloppier, and soon, our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. We were kissing like hungry dogs. Our salivas were mixed in each other’s mouths. It was a perfect bliss, I must say.

Want to know what happened next? Wait for the next part. Till then, stay tuned. Do not forget to give your feedback to [email protected].

Part 5 Conclusion: Bunty lightly pressed the side of her heavy engorged boobs over her wet shirt and said, “Is this where it is hurting, bhabhi?”

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By then, bhabhi’s boobs were so full of milk and hypersensitive, they were ready to explode. Bhabhi’s body shuddered at his touch as she instinctively stepped back, releasing his hands from the sides of her melons.

She had not expected him to do that and was clearly flustered by his unexpected brash move. But was also clearly getting aroused involuntarily. Her nipples were now visibly hardened trying to poke through her shirt.

Bhabi: Bunty, what are you doing?! What has gotten into you?!!

Bunty didn’t reply, but bhabhi got her answer as she noticed the obvious erection pitching a tent under his shorts. She followed his gaze to her hardened nipples poking and oozing milk through her already wet shirt which were so soaked that droplets of her milk were dripping down drop by drop. When he finally spoke, all he managed to say was, “WOW bhabhi, they are so BIG!”

Bhabhi’s face reddened with embarrassment as she quickly turned around and said, “You know what? I am grateful that you guys offered to stay and help while Sonu is away, but I’ll be fine. You both can go home now.”

Bunty: How can you say you are fine, bhabhi? Look at your feet. Your boobs are so full that your milk is leaking and dripping down on your feet.

Bhabhi already knew she was leaking profusely. She desperately wanted to be touched and milked. But she also knew that if she allowed them to stay, there was no telling how far things would go and if she would have the self-control to stop it. In her vulnerable state, she was involuntarily getting aroused with all this attention. She knew she had to ask them to go while she had any self-control left.

Bhabhi: Bunty, please! Try to understand and just listen to me. I will manage.

Knowing he might never get this opportunity again when Bhaiya returned, he walked up to bhabhi and hugged her tight from behind, clutching her in his arms as his lips lightly touched the back of her neck while he said, “No, Bhabhi. Bhaiya would be so upset if we left you when you needed our help most. We won’t leave you like this.” Bhabhi gasped and bit her lips as he held her tightly and she felt his erection grind against her big plump butt.

Bunty continued, “Tell me bhabhi, won’t you feel relief if we drain your big boobs?” as he continued grinding his erection against her butt and grabbed the sides of her boobs from over her shirt from behind, squeezing it, causing streams of milk to spray down to her feet.

With her tits in his grasp and his erection grinding her butt, bhabhi no longer had the self-control to resist and said, “I give up, Bunty. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Then he planted a soft kiss on the back of her neck and said, “Be at ease now and leave it to us, bhabhi, but let me wipe the milk off your feet first.”

Bunty looked around the room for a cloth until he saw bhabhi’s panties on the floor corner where I had left them. I wasn’t able to put them on bhabhi as they had come too suddenly. He picked them up and proceeded to clean bhabhi’s feet with her own panties.

He then stood up and, holding the panties in front of bhabhi’s face, asked, “Bhabhi, these were in the corner. Are you not wearing any panties?” Bhabhi was caught off-guard by his question as her face blushed, and she started nervously stuttering, trying to answer him.

Bunty: It’s ok bhabhi, no need to feel embarrassed. I’ll help put this on you.

This was his excuse to pull down her shorts and see her naked pussy. Surely, I thought she would not allow him to pull down her shorts. But she was so aroused with his attention and touching that she just stood there silently, almost eagerly waiting for him to pull down her shorts.

Until now, I had hoped that bhabhi would have resisted and sent them home, but things took a different course. Despite his threats to expose me, I did not doubt that if I didn’t intervene now, he would end up fucking bhabhi.

I barged into the room and said, “That won’t be necessary Bunty, I am back now.” Everyone looked in my direction in surprise. Bunty and Akash’s faces shriveled with anger and frustration, seeing me ruin their plans.

Bhabhi: Sonu, how could you just leave without telling me?!

Bunty: Bhabhi, you should not be relying on him to help you. You don’t know what impure thoughts he has about you.

Bhabhi: What is all this, Bunty? Stop talking rubbish.

Bunty pulled out bhabhi’s dirty panties, which I had masturbated with, from his shorts pocket held them stretched in front of bhabhi, and said, “These are your panties, right bhabhi?” Bhabhi replied in the affirmative but looked confused at where this was headed.

Bunty: Do you know where I found this, bhabhi? Under Sonu’s bed. And look what he did with it bhabhi. (pointing to the cum stains)

With shock and confusion on her face, bhabhi looked in my direction.

Me: It’s not like that bhabhi, I can explain.

Bunty: What will he explain, bhabhi? I caught him red-handed.

Bhabhi: Enough, Bunty. You two have to leave now, please. I am not in any condition to talk about this right now. Whatever the truth is, it will have to wait.

Bunty: Fine bhabhi, but if what I’m telling you is the truth, you have to let us help you just like Sonu gets to. Do you promise?

Bhabhi: Ok baba, fine! I promise.

Disappointed and disgruntled, they both walked out of the room, giving me an evil eye as they walked past me. I made sure to lock the main door after they left the house before returning to Bhabhi’s room. Then we stood there awkwardly, unable to make eye contact after all that Bunty had revealed to bhabhi.

Me: Bhabhi, please, allow me to explain.

Bhabhi: Not now Sonu. We have to talk about this but as I said, I am not in any condition to talk right now.

I walked up to bhabhi, tenderly kissed her sweaty forehead, and led her to the bed, where she sat with her back against the headboard. Then I grasped the bottom edges of her wet shirt that was stretched to the limit by the weight and size of her colossal boobs, lifted them, and removed her shirt, leaving her with nothing on except her tiny loose panty-less white shorts and mangal sutra.

I laid down on bhabhi’s side and scooted down to take her large, dark, leaking nipple in my mouth and was instantly rewarded with warm, sweet milk. Bhabhi let out a loud, “Aah!” as she felt pressure relief in her left breast, encouraging me to continue emptying her milk jugs with vigor. The moment was suddenly interrupted when my phone rang, startling us both. Unwillingly, I let her nipple slip out of my mouth to retrieve my phone from my shorts pocket. It was bhaiya.

Then I put the phone on speaker, placed it next to bhabhi, and returned to take her nipple back in my mouth and continue feasting while she spoke to Bhaiya.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, where is Sonu? He left his phone with you.

Bhabhi was silent for a second thinking of what to say. She could not tell him that his younger brother was right there with his mouth latched on to his wife’s nipple, feasting on her milk. Until today, bhabhi had never kept any secrets or lied to bhaiya.

Bhabhi: Actually, his friends have come over. He was in the middle of playing a video game with them, so he gave me the phone and rushed back to them.

While they spoke and caught up, I continued sucking. I was aware that Bhabhi’s other breast must still be hurting, so I moved my hand to her other breast, grasping her neglected nipple firmly between my thumb and index finger, pulling down on it to expel milk, causing Bhabhi to squeal loudly.

Bhaiya: What happened Sheetal? Are you ok?

Bhabhi: It was just a cramp, I am ok.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, I have some good news. Things are going well here, and I just got a raise.

Bhabhi’s face lit up with a smile. She congratulated bhaiya and told him he deserved it. After all, she knew the struggles he had to go through and this was the first good news since that unfortunate day.

Bhaiya: Now I can afford a live-in caretaker for you. In fact, I have already arranged for someone to come over tomorrow morning.

Bhabhi: That is good news, but I didn’t expect you would find someone so quickly.

Bhaiya: And that’s still not the best news Sheetal. Do you know what this coming Saturday is?

Bhabhi: Of course, it’s our wedding anniversary. How could I forget?

Bhaiya: And neither did I Sheetal. I’ll be coming over this weekend to celebrate our wedding anniversary.

Bhabhi was jubilated and couldn’t stop smiling. There was finally something for her to look forward to in these dark times.

Bhabhi: You couldn’t have given me better news. God only knows how I have managed without you.

Bhaiya: I can’t wait to see you again, Sheetal. I have missed you so much. Can I ask you something, Sheetal?

Bhabhi: Yes, of course. What is it?

Bhaiya: Have you missed me too?

Bhabhi: You know I have. Every day without you has been a challenge.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, I meant did you also miss our intimacy? God only knows how much I have missed seeing and touching you.

Bhabhi and I were both stunned to hear bhaiya talk like this. He thought bhabhi was alone and could talk freely. Bhabhi’s face, however, was red with embarrassment, and she didn’t want to have this conversation while I was still there.

Bhabhi: Let’s not talk about those things right now.

Bhaiya, however, was clearly in an aroused mood and said, “I wish I was there right now, to undress you and see you naked. I’m dying to see and play with those big juicy melons of yours. They must be aching to be fondled.” If he only knew his little brother was right there, with his mouth latched on to his wife’s nipple while his hands were groping her other breast.

After earlier having felt Bunty’s erection grind against her butt and with me sucking and playing with her melons now, Bhaiya’s dirty talk was affecting bhabhi. She started breathing heavily and pulled her legs towards her such that her knees were elevated. As she did that, her shorts also pulled up, exposing some of her curly pubes, which were moist with her wetness.

I was not going to let this moment go to waste. My hands instinctively reached out to grope and knead her massive hangers, followed by my lips planting soft kisses all over her breasts, being careful not to make any sounds.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, I am so hard right now. Is your chut (pussy) also wet?

Bhabhi didn’t answer but we both knew her pussy was soaking wet. My kisses trailed down to bhabhi’s navel, and my hand moved to the upper part of bhabhi’s milky white thunder thighs, inching its way up until I could feel her curly pubes brush against my fingers. Bhabhi gasped at the sensation, which only encouraged me further.

Having lost any sense of decorum and sanity, I grabbed bhabhi’s pussy with my palms from over her shorts. Bhabhi shrieked and tried to pull her hips back. But I maintained my grasp on her pussy, refusing to release it from my clutches.

Bhaiya: What happened, Sheetal? Are you ok?

Bhabhi: Sorry I have to go now. It’s not a good time.

Dismayed, Bhaiya said, “Ok Sheetal, I’ll wait till Saturday. God only knows how you must have suffered and longed for intimacy just like I have. I am sorry I wasn’t there to take care of your needs.” as he said bye and hung up. I, however, was still in an aroused trance and took her other nipple in my mouth while still holding her pussy in my grasp.

Bhabhi half-heartedly mumbled, “Sonu no, don’t Sonu, let go, please!”

I released her pussy from my grasp and let her nipple slip out of my mouth as I looked up to her and said, “Please bhabhi, Let me help you. Bhaiya spoke the truth only. You have gone far too long without having your needs met and you can’t even use your own hands to satisfy yourself anymore. I can’t bear to see you suffering like this.”

Bhabhi: That’s none of your concern, Sonu. Have you lost your mind to even suggest something like this?

Me: Look at yourself, bhabhi. Your pussy is dripping wet and itching to be touched and loved. Had I not intervened in time, you may not have been able to resist Bunty in this condition. Isn’t it better for this to stay in the family?

Bhabi: But you’re his little brother Sonu. How will we be able to face him without shame when he returns this weekend?

Me: There is no shame in satisfying your intimate needs bhabhi. I will only be helping you because you can’t satisfy yourself anymore. Just this once, allow me to care for your intimate needs like I have taken care of all your other needs thus far.

Bhabhi was lost in thoughts and dilemma as she hung her head down in silence. After she failed to say anything for what felt like forever, I figured she had made up her mind not to go through with it. Feeling dejected, I got up to leave her room.

As I made my way past the door, bhabhi said, “Sonu wait! Promise me this won’t go any further than you helping pleasure and release me. And there is one line that we absolutely can’t cross.

I understood bhabhi meant there can’t be any penetration. My face lit up with a smile and I eagerly replied. “I promise bhabhi. I only want to help pleasure and release you. Things will only go as far as you’re comfortable with”.

Bhabhi blushed as her eyes drooped to notice the obvious raging erection under my shorts now as I started walking towards the bed with my erection bouncing up and down.

I got up on the bed and extended my hands behind Bhabhi’s neck to take off her mangal sutra, but Bhabhi stopped me, saying, “Sonu no. you know this always stays on me.” She was right. I remember even while showering her, she had not let me take it off of her.

I spread Bhabhi’s legs so I could kneel between them as I lowered myself down on my elbows, laying on top of her, looking down at my motherly Bhabhi’s sweet, homely face.

Then I planted soft kisses all over her face – kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and her chin. Bhabhi started moaning with her eyes closed when I shifted to teasing her ears with my tongue, gently taking her earlobes in my mouth.

Slowly I made my way to her lips, kissing them softly and hoping she would part them, but they remained shut. Bhabhi opened her eyes, looking at me as if something was still troubling her, and said, “Sonu?”.

Me: What is it Bhabhi?

Bhabhi: Promise me you won’t tell a soul about this? Not your bhaiya and not even your close friends?

Me: Yes, of course; why would I bhabhi? Rest assured; this will always be our little secret.

Bhabhi: And under no circumstances can this ever happen again. We can’t let this change our relationship and destroy our family. I hope you understand that.

Me: Don’t worry bhabhi. I completely understand.

Now that all her last remaining concerns were put to rest, the tension on Bhabhi’s face eased, and she parted her lips. I lowered my face to hers, locking and sealing our mouths in a deep French kiss, our tongues meeting and wrestling with each other for the very first time as I lowered my pelvis on hers and started grinding my erection against her pussy over her shorts.

After a few minutes of passionately kissing each other, I broke our kiss and raised Bhabhi’s arms before burying my face in her armpits, licking and sucking on her underarm flesh. Bhabhi giggled as she said, “Sonu no, it tickles,” but her giggles soon turned into moans as I continued grinding my erection against her shorts-covered pussy. All this foreplay was getting too much for Bhabhi. To my surprise, she suddenly said, “Sonu, I can’t wait any longer!”

She didn’t have to spell it out for me. I knew what she wanted. Then I lowered myself and pulled down her shorts exposing her hungry wet furry pussy. I lay down between her legs and started kissing her milky white inner thighs before resting my hands on her fuming hot pussy, rubbing it up and down in a circular motion, occasionally squeezing her pussy in my palms, causing Bhabhi to moan and shiver in delight.

Just as I felt Bhabhi was about to cum, I stopped suddenly, not wanting this night to end so quickly. Gasping for air, bhabhi exclaimed, “Don’t stop now Sonu! Keep going. I am almost there!” I granted her wish, surprising her by slowly inserting my index finger deep into her hot pussy, moving it in and out but at a slow pace as I didn’t want her to cum yet.

Bhabhi yelled, “Ahh, Yes, Sonu, that feels so good. Faster, Sonu!”. I was determined not to make her cum so fast so instead, I inserted a second finger. Bhabhi yelped, “Oh god, yes, that’s it Sonu, fuck me with your fingers.” I lowered my face to lick and suck her clit as I continued drilling her with my fingers. Bhabhi responded by raising her hips, grinding her pussy on my face.

I increased my pace and just as she was about to cum, I removed my fingers and buried my face in her pussy, vigorously licking and sucking her pussy while I moved my hands up and held both her swollen nipples between my thumb and finger, tugging on them until bhabhi exploded violently, squirting all over my face.

In a twisted way, I felt proud to have been the first one to finally help Bhabhi relieve her pent-up frustrations when she was no longer able to do it herself. As she savored the moment, breathing heavily with her mouth open and eyes closed, I surprised her once again by moving up and lowering my mouth to hers as I kissed her passionately, making her taste her own juices. Although caught off-guard with my move, bhabhi did not resist and kissed me back. Our mouths locked once again, sucking on each other’s tongue.

As we kissed, I got carried away and moved one hand down to lower my shorts, freeing my rock-hard cock as I rubbed it all over her pussy. Bhabhi opened her eyes as she felt my bare cock rub against her pussy, and we made eye contact with our mouths still locked. But thankfully she didn’t stop me or break the kiss. This only encouraged me to test her resolve further, as I nudged the tip of my cock in her vaginal opening.

With just one thrust, I could have entered Bhabhi’s love canal. But I promised her I would respect her limits and wouldn’t do anything against her wishes. Unfortunately, bhabhi broke our kiss and shook her head, saying, “Sorry, Sonu. Not that”.

Respecting her wishes, I pulled the tip of my cock out and got back up on my knees with my penis still standing erect. Bhabhi must have felt sorry for my condition as I had helped her cum but, in return, was left with a still erect penis and aching testicles begging to be relieved. Although under no obligation to return the favor as I had promised this was only for her benefit, she said, “As you helped me, Sonu, and also agreed this won’t happen ever again, I’ll help you as well, just this once.”

I looked at her quizzically, unsure how she meant to help. Sensing my confusion, bhabhi said, “If I could help you with my hands, I would but there is only one thing I can do for you now.”

My eyes widened at the implication. Not wanting to give her any time to change her mind, I hurriedly removed my shorts and moved up, squatting down over Bhabhi’s head until my cock was inches above her face. Bhabhi raised her head slightly until her lips touched the base of my cock, planting soft kisses and gently sucking all over the underside of my cock.

“Oh god, that feels so good, bhabhi,” I whispered, as she continued showering, affecting my cock. After a bit, I scooted up slightly until my balls were resting on her lips. I looked down to make eye contact with her and said, “Bhabhi, please.”

Bhabhi understood what I wanted but hesitated for a while before parting her lips as my balls dropped in her mouth. Then Bhabhi closed her mouth around my balls and started sucking and licking them, making me groan in ecstasy. I held my cock with one hand and started stroking myself while the other hand reached behind to grab her boob. I stroked my cock vigorously while kneading her boobs as Bhabhi continued to play with my balls using her mouth.

Just as I was about to cum, I stopped stroking myself and lifted myself, releasing my balls from Bhabhi’s mouth. I held my cock and directed the tip at Bhabhi’s mouth. Bhabhi looked at me and thankfully opened her mouth as I lowered my cock into her moist warm mouth. I then held on to the headboard rails and started fucking Bhabhi’s mouth forcefully, pounding her face hard as if it were her pussy until I came in spasms into her mouth.

As I emptied my load in Bhabhi’s mouth, she was taken by surprise, not expecting me to cum in her mouth, and started choking, causing her to swallow my cum involuntarily. Horrified, I immediately pulled out as she sat up against the headboard and gasped for air, trying to regain her composure.

Bhabhi: What is wrong with you Sonu? You shouldn’t have done that!

Me: I’m so sorry bhabhi. I didn’t mean to. It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to pull out. Are you ok bhabhi?

While still breathing heavily and clearly flustered, bhabhi replied, “I’m ok. I just didn’t expect you to do that. This has never happened before and shouldn’t have happened now.”

I couldn’t believe it. Did Bhabhi unknowingly just imply that I, her husband’s little brother, was the first one to not only have cum in her mouth but the first one whose cum she had ever swallowed?

Cautiously, I dared to ask, “Bhaiya has never done this bhabhi?”

Bhabhi blushed with embarrassment, realizing she had unknowingly revealed too much personal information. Deciding not to dignify my crude question with an answer, she changed the subject.

Bhabhi: Sonu, what Bunty said earlier, about what you did with my panties? Is it true?

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