Category: Uncategorized

I flipped her over, kissing her back, slow, wet kisses down her spine. She shivered, moaning softly. My hands slid to her bra hooks, unhooking fast, pulling it off in a flash before she could react. I turned her back. God, her nude boobs were there, the first time for me.

Round, full, nipples hard, glistening wet. “Neha,” I said, voice breaking, “these nude boobs are so fucking beautiful, so soft damn, they’re gorgeous, so juicy.” I stared, adoring them, heart racing. I pulled her up, hugging her close, my chest on her nude boobs, comforting her.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered, kissing her forehead, “Don’t be shy. I’ve got you.” She trembled, semi-nude, eyes big. I kissed her boobs smooth, soft pecks, then bit her nipple gently, teeth grazing it. She moaned loudly, “Sohail!” and grabbed me.

She kissed my wild lips, neck, cheeks, everywhere. Two minutes of steamy, messy kisses, her tongue on mine, hands all over me. She stopped suddenly, pulling back, blushing hard. “Sohail, we shouldn’t,” voice shaky, confused. I smiled, kissing her lips softly, “You’re too good, Neha.”

I kissed her stomach again, sucking her navel, licking rain off it, hands rubbing her boobs gently over the petticoat now. She moaned, “Sohail, you’re too much.” I slid my hand down, tugging her petticoat. She grabbed my wrist. “No, not that.” I stopped, kissing her lips again.

“Your nude waist,” I said, tracing it, “so sexy this navel’s killing me.” She moaned softly, hands brushing my shorts, touching my hard dick lightly through them. “Sohail,” she said, shy, “it’s so big.” I grinned, “Don’t you want to see it?” She shook her head fast, “No.”

But I took her hand slowly, sliding it inside my shorts. Her fingers touched my dick, big, hard, hot. She gasped, shy, amazed. “Sohail, it’s so huge. My sister’s lucky,” she said, her voice trembling, pulling her hand back quickly. I laughed flirtatiously. “If you want, you can be lucky too.” She hit my arm, blushing. “Shut up!”

The rain slowed, soft now. I pulled her close, spooning her on the wet floor, my arms around her nude waist. Her nude boobs pressed my chest. “You’re mine like this,” I whispered, kissing her neck. She sighed, shy, then put her hands over my neck, holding me for the first time.

I scooped her up, her wet body light in my arms, her eyes avoiding mine, blushing hard. “Let’s get you dry,” I said, smiling, carrying her to the bedroom. I grabbed a towel, rubbing her slowly. I started at her neck—soft, warm, wiping rain off, kissing it lightly.

Then her nude boobs—gorgeous, full. I rubbed gently over them, feeling their softness, circling her nipples slowly, making her shiver. Down to her stomach—smooth, flat—I rubbed long strokes, kissing her skin. Her navel—deep, hot—I rubbed it soft, dipping the towel in, sucking rain off it again, licking slowly.

Then, her legs—long, fair—I rubbed up her thighs, firm but gentle, feeling her shake. “Neha,” I said, “you’re so beautiful, this nude waist, these curves—damn, I can’t get enough.”

She moaned softly, “Sohail, you’re too good,” shy but warm, hugging me back slowly. I wrapped the towel around her shoulders, covering her nude boobs, pulling her close. “Stay warm,” I said, kissing her forehead and holding her tight.

My shorts were still on, soaked and heavy. I grabbed another towel, grinning. “Neha, mind if I ditch these wet shorts here, or should I go to the other room?” She laughed softly, blushing. “After all this, you think I’ll send you away? Do it here.”

I smirked, turning a bit, dropping my shorts fast, water dripping off me. I wrapped the towel around my waist, short, barely covering. Then I slid my underwear off under it, fumbling a little. The towel shifted, too small to hide everything.

My dick—big, hard, thick—poked out the side, fully in her view for a second. She breathed heavily, eyes wide, staring at it. I tugged the towel down quickly, not noticing her gaze. She looked away fast, blushing hard, biting her lip, and staying quiet.

I turned back, clueless, adjusting the towel and stepping close to her on the bed. She looked tired, eyes half-closed. I leaned in, kissing her lips softly, “You’re exhausted, huh? Change and rest.” She nodded slowly, weakly.

I pulled the blanket over her, genuinely, “Here, take off that wet petticoat and panty—I won’t look.” She smiled small, trusting, sliding them off under the blanket, handing them to me, damp and warm. I took them, tossed them in the basket, and then came back.

I kissed her forehead, “Relax, my heart,” sitting beside her. She reached up, arms open, and I hugged her close, her body still wrapped in the towel I’d put around her shoulders. She held me tight, pressing against me, her warmth seeping through.

The hug stretched long, slow, her breathing soft against my neck. Her hands gripped my back, pulling me closer. The towel slipped—slowly at first, then fully, falling off her shoulders to the bed. Her nude boobs pressed my chest—soft, warm, nipples brushing my skin.

She knew I felt her tense a little, but she didn’t pull back. I held her tighter, my hands on her nude waist, feeling those gorgeous curves. Her body was trembling against mine. “Neha,” I whispered, voice low, kissing her cheek slowly, “you feel so good.”

She moaned softly, barely a sound, her face buried in my shoulder, hugging me harder. Five minutes passed—maybe more—our bodies locked, her nude boobs flattening against me, heat building between us. My towel stayed on, short and tight, my dick hard beneath it, pressing her stomach a little through the fabric.

She didn’t move, didn’t fix the towel, just held me. Her breath was hot on my neck, hands digging into my shoulders. I kissed her ear and her hair, rubbing her back slowly, feeling every inch of her nude skin against me. “You’re my everything,” I said, softly, my lips grazing her skin.

Finally, she loosened her grip, still close, eyes shy but warm. She looked up, her voice soft, “Sohail, thank you. This was wonderful.” Before I could answer, she leaned in, kissing my lips—slow, warm, a little shaky. Her hands were on my face. I kissed back, gently but deeply, tasting her, my heart racing.

I pulled back slowly, smiling, picking up the towel and draping it over her shoulders again, gently. “Rest now,” I said, kissing her forehead one more time. “Bye, Neha—sleep well.” I stood, her arms falling slowly, her gaze following me, soft and tired. I left, heart pounding, her nude warmth and that kiss still on me.

After a month or so, we’re working from home together at her place again. I’m bored, my work’s done, and she says the same. “Let’s watch a movie,” I suggest, “dim lights under a blanket.” I set it up—TV on, lights low, blanket ready. “Go wear something modern,” I say, grinning.

She thinks for a bit, then goes back and wears a one-piece dress, knee-length, with a long zip down her back. She looks so beautiful, so hot. My dick gets hard just seeing her. She slides into my arms, pulls the blanket over us, and we start the movie.

She starts talking—her husband is busy with work and doesn’t care. I console her, “I’m here, Neha.” She looks at me softly, “You came into my life, Sohail, because of you. I laugh, I find reasons to smile, and I’m living again. Thank you so much.”

I touch her lips slowly, tracing them with my fingers, “All I want is to make you happy, bring that smile to your life.” Tears well up in her eyes. I lean in, drinking those teardrops with my lips. She’s so happy, glowing. She grabs my face, pulls me close, and kisses me—wild, hungry, like nothing before.

Her lips crash into mine, hot and wet, tongue diving in deep, tasting me. I kiss back hard, sucking her tongue, my hands in her hair, pulling her tight. She moans into my mouth, “Sohail,” her breath fast, lips shaking. Kissing me like she was starving—long, messy, tongues twisting.

Her body pressed hard against me, trembling with heat. She hugs me tight, still kissing, then pulls back slowly, eyes locked on mine. I grab her zip and look at her—she nods, shy. I unzip slowly, just to her waist, exposing her nude back, smooth, warm.

“Neha,” I whisper, sliding the dress off her shoulders, kissing her there, soft, slow. She moans, “Sohail,” her hands on my neck. “You make me feel so alive,” she says, voice shaky. I caress her back, “You’re my reason too,” kissing her lips again, deeply. She moans louder, “Oh,” fingers digging into my hair.

I pull the dress lower, past her collarbone—her nude boobs peek out, no bra, round and full. “These boobs are so gorgeous,” I say, kissing one, sucking it slow, then the other, praising, “So soft, so perfect.” She moans, “Sohail, yes” I grab a honey bottle from the table, drizzle it on both boobs—sticky, sweet.

I lick it off, sucking hard, one melon at a time. She goes crazy, moaning loud, “Sohail, oh God,” grabbing my dick over my shorts, pressing it tight. I bite her nipple gently, licking honey—sweet and hot. She slides her hand under my shorts, feeling me, “So big..”

I drip honey on her navel, licking it crazy, sucking deep, tongue swirling. She’s in another zone—moaning fast, “Sohail,” her body shaking. She kicks off my shorts and underwear with her legs under the blanket—wild, lost in it. I don’t think she’s seen my dick yet, still covered.

I press her ass over the dress, squeezing hard, licking her navel more—honey dripping. She’s panting, “Sohail, you’re too much.”I pause, kissing her lips, “Should we keep going?” She thinks, breathing heavily, then whispers in my ear, “This dress is irritating me,” kissing my ear slowly.

I get it—unzipping all the way, pulling it off completely. She’s nude—nude waist, boobs, ass—under the blanket. I kiss down, near her pussy, lips brushing close but not there. She shakes, moaning, “Sohail, oh.” I kiss her legs—soft, trembling—up her thighs.

“Want me to lick you there?” I ask, voice low. She gasps, “No, this is enough.” She is shy but firm.

She grabs my shirt and pulls it off—kissing my body, lips on my chest stomach, slow and hot. Her hand finds my dick, “I’ve never seen one so big.” kissing it light, soft pecks. The blanket slips off—the first time we see each other nude. She climbs on me, sitting on my dick—not inside, just rubbing slow, teasing.

“Look at you,” she says, grinning, “so big down there.” I laugh, “All for you, Neha.” She pokes my chest, “Oh, really? This monster is gonna eat me?” I smirk, “One day it will—make you scream loud.” She giggles, “No chance! Too huge—where does it even go?”

I grin, “Anywhere you want, sexy.” She slaps my arm lightly, “You’re so bad! This big thing scares me!” I tease, “You like it scary, huh?” She blushes, “Maybe, but you’re still crazy.” I laugh, “Crazy for you.” She smiles, “Keep dreaming—this is all you get!” We laugh, her rubbing me slowly, flirty and fun.

She lies beside me, hugging me tight—my dick pokes her stomach hard and hot. “It’s poking me,” she says, giggling, “so naughty.” I grin, “Can’t help it—these melons drive me wild.” I squeeze her nude boobs, kissing them softly. She moans, “Sohail, they’re all sticky now,” rubbing my chest.

I laugh, “Sticky and tasty—best melons ever.” She pokes my side, “You’re silly licking them like that.” I kiss her lips, “And this navel—honey’s still on it,” licking it slow again. She gasps, “Oh, you’re too much, so sexy there.” I tease her ass, squeezing, “And this—round, juicy.”

She giggles, “Stop it! You’re making me crazy.” Her hand brushes my dick, “This monster is so hard still.” I grin, “Your fault—look at you, all nude and hot.” She blushes, “You’re worse poking me like this!” We kiss hard, tongues deep, teasing each other. Her boobs on me, my dick on her stomach.

“Got a condom?” I ask, half-joking. She gasps, “No, we’re not doing that! Don’t even think about it!” I laugh, “Okay, okay, relax.” We stay like that—nude, tangled, warm—talking, kissing, teasing more. Her nude boobs press my chest.

“These melons are too good,” I say, sucking one quick. She moans, “Sohail, you’re bad,” kissing my neck. “This navel,” I say, rubbing it, “so hot.” She giggles, “You and that honey” Her hand rests on my dick, “Still big.” We drift off, sleeping nude for just 2 hours. Her husband might come back soon.

I wake first, her nude body still on me, dick poking her stomach. I don’t dress—too risky to leave yet. She stirs, opens her eyes, and pulls me down, kissing my lips softly, “Sohail,” I kiss back, “Neha, you’re still sexy.” She smiles, “You too.” We hug tight, nude and warm, waiting it out.

A week after our movie night, we’re all out together—me, my wife, Neha, and her husband—at a restaurant. Her husband is back from his trip, talking loudly about work and ignoring Neha. My wife, Neha’s sister, chats with me, keeping it fun.

Neha’s quiet, sitting there in a classy dress, tight, knee-length, showing her curves. She looks so hot—my dick stirs, thinking of her nude under that blanket.

Her husband cuts her off while she’s talking, “Neha, you go on too much—quiet down a bit.” It’s rude and sharp. She stops, face dropping. I jump in, “Hey, she’s perfect—smart, funny, lights up the room. You’re lucky, man.” My voice is steady, eyes on him.

My wife nods, “Yeah, she’s the best sister—always has good stuff to say. Don’t be mean.” Neha looks at me, then her sister and a shy smile comes back. Her husband rolls his eyes, “Fine, whatever,” brushing it off. Neha says softly, “Thanks, Sohail and you, sis.”

Her eyes catch mine, warm, a little too long. Food comes, and her foot brushes mine under the table—quick, secret. I grin, sipping my drink, feeling the heat between us.

A few days after the restaurant, Neha calls me. “Sohail, my sister’s at Mom’s, and he’s off on another business trip. Wear something good. Come for dinner.” I grin, “Okay, Neha.” I show up in a shirt and jeans. She opens the door—red saree, tight, hugging her curves, nude waist glowing, boobs pushing out.

She’s so hot—my dick jumps. “Neha, you’re a fucking goddess,” I say, praising her wild, “too sexy, I’m slipping already!” I fake a stumble—she laughs, “Watch it, Sohail!” We sit, mimicking friends, joking loud—funny voices, silly faces—cracking up together.

Dinner’s on the table, our legs brushing, pushing each other under it—teasing, grinning. Once we’re done, I lean back in the chair. She walks over, sits on my lap, legs straddling me, and kisses me—hot, wild, lips smashing mine, tongue diving deep.

I kiss back hard, sucking her tongue, hands pressing her nude waist—soft, warm under the saree. She moans, “Sohail, you’re so tasty,” pulling my hair and kissing me like she’s on fire. I tug her pallu, “This saree’s too hot, off,” sliding it off her shoulder.

She grins, “You first, sexy,” unbuttoning my shirt slowly, kissing my chest—lips wet, hot. “Love this body,” she says, licking my nipple. I pull her blouse hooks, “Gonna taste these melons,” unhooking fast—nude boobs spill out, no bra. “Fuck, Neha, so juicy,” I squeeze them, kissing her.

She moans, “Suck them, Sohail,” yanking my shirt off, hands rubbing me. I grab her saree skirt, “This too—show me that ass,” lifting it—she kicks it off, panty tight. She unzips my jeans, “Let’s see that monster,” pulling them down with my underwear—my dick springs out, big, hard.

“So fucking huge,” she says, stroking it, eyes hungry. I slide her panties off, “Nude for me, baby,” kissing her nude waist. She tosses my jeans, “All yours, Sohail.” She sits on my lap again, rubbing her ass on my dick—teasing slowly. “Feel that, Neha? Hard for your sexy ass,” I growl, kissing her neck.

She giggles, “Oh, I feel it—big and bad.” I grin, “Gonna lick you crazy,” pushing her down on the couch, spreading her legs. I dive in—licking her pussy, tongue flat, sucking her wet, hot folds. She screams, “Sohail, oh fuck yes!” grabbing my hair.

“Taste so good, Neha, sweet as honey,” I say, sucking her clit hard. She moans loudly, “Lick me, don’t stop so hot,” her legs shaking. I tease, “This pussy’s mine tonight,” tongue deep, lapping fast. She gasps, “Sohail, you’re too good!”

She pulls me up, kissing me wild—tasting herself. “My turn,” she says, pushing me back, kneeling fast. Her lips wrap my dick—holy fuck, she’s sucking me, hot and wet, tongue swirling my tip. I’m dying—groaning loud, “Neha fuck, that mouth so tight!”

Pure heaven, her head bobbing, taking me deep. She looks up, “Like that, Sohail? Your big dick’s yummy,” sucking harder, hand pumping me. I growl, “Suck it, baby, you’re so fucking hot love that tongue.” She moans, “Mmm, so big fills my mouth,” lips tight, sloppy and wild.

I’m losing it—her blowjob’s insane, wet sucking sounds, my dick throbbing—she’s a goddess, owning me. I pull her up, “Enough teasing—gonna fuck you,” kissing her hard. She grabs a condom from the table, “Close your eyes, sexy,” grinning. I do, “What’s my wild girl doing?”

She slides it on—slow, sneaky. “Don’t peek,” she says, straddling me, guiding my dick to her pussy. She pushes down—tight, wet—then cries, “Sohail, it hurts! Too big!” wincing loud, pain sharp. I’m flying—holy shit, we’re fucking! My dick’s in her, squeezing tight, hot as hell.

I’m grinning, “Neha, yes, so good!” loving it, heart pounding. She stops, “Oh fuck huge,” half-laughing, tears in her eyes. I open my eyes, “You okay, baby?” She nods, “Yeah, just damn, you’re massive.”

Then she turns wild. “I need this,” kissing me messily, pushing down again, taking me slowly. “Sohail fuck me,” she moans, riding me hard, boobs bouncing. I’m in bliss—her pussy’s tight, sucking me in, every thrust’s fire. I groan, “Neha, so fucking hot love this!”

She screams, “Yes, harder, fill me!” I thrust up, deep—couch shaking. “Your pussy’s perfect, baby,” I say, grabbing her ass. She grins, “Your dick’s better—big and bad!” I flip her—doggy style on the couch. “Ass up, Neha,” I say, sliding in—fucking her fast, slapping her cheeks.

She moans, “Sohail, yes, so deep!” I growl, “Love this juicy ass gonna make it shake.” She pushes back, “Fuck me harder, love it!” I’m buzzing—pounding her, dick stretching her tight, pure joy—she’s wild, I’m wild. We cum fast—her screaming, “Sohail ohh!” shaking hard.

Me groaning, “Neha fuck!” filling the condom, collapsing on her. “More,” she says, panting, pulling me to the wall. I lift her legs around me, pinning her there, sliding in again. “Wall’s ours, baby,” I say, fucking her hard—wall banging, her boobs bouncing.

She cries, “Sohail, yes, so good!” I suck her nipple, “These melons mine,” thrusting deep. She moans, “Fuck me all night so hot!” I’m grinning—her pussy’s gripping me, tight and wet, loving every slam—can’t get enough. We switch—floor now, her on top, riding wild.

“Ride that dick, Neha,” I say, spanking her ass. She screams, “Sohail, yes, so big!” grinding fast. Last round—missionary on the floor. I’m on her, slow then fast, kissing her deep. “You’re so sexy, Neha. Love this pussy,” I whisper, sucking her navel quick.

She moans, “Sohail fuck love your dick so huge,” legs tight around me. We speed up—wild, sweaty—talking hot. “Cum with me, baby,” I say, thrusting hard. She gasps, “Yes, yes, now!” We hit it together—she screams, “Sohail, fuck!” shaking wild, pussy pulsing.

I groan, “Neha, yes!” cumming hard, filling the condom again. Perfect—both lost in it, cumming as one, pure fire. We collapse, nude, sweaty—the floor’s a mess. “You’re my wild heart,” I say, kissing her soft, pulling her close. She hugs tight, “Needed you all night,” smiling big. “Best dick ever,” she teases.

I laugh, “Best pussy ever.” We sleep—tangled, rain tapping outside—worn out from the night. Morning comes—the sun’s up, and we wake slowly, still nude, wrapped in each other. My dick’s soft, poking her stomach. She grins, “Last night, wow, Sohail.”

I laugh, “You were wild, Neha—fucking me all over.” She blushes, “That dick is so big, hurt at first—then so good.” I smirk, “Loved licking that pussy—sweet and wet, made me crazy.” She giggles, “Your tongue, ohh, I was screaming!”

I tease, “And that blowjob? Fuck, Neha—your mouth’s too hot.” She pokes me, “Liked sucking that monster—tasted yummy.” I squeeze her boobs, “These melons bouncing damn sexy.” She moans softly, “You sucked them so good—kept me going.” I grin, “It was the best—fucking you hard, ass shaking.”

She laughs, “Couldn’t stop—your dick owned me there!” I kiss her navel, “This too—tasty little hole.” She sighs, “Loved that all night, so wild.” I growl, “Multiple rounds—cumming together? Fucking perfect.” She nods, “Best—felt you everywhere.”

She rubs my dick, “This beast wore me out.” I laugh, “Your pussy took it like a champ—tight and hot.” She teases, “Next time, I’ll ride it longer!” I smirk, “Oh, I’ll lick you till you beg.” We kiss—slow, steamy—laughing soft. “You’re my sexy, wild girl,” I say. She hugs tight, “You’re my big dick, hero.”

We stay nude, talking hot, grinning—night sealed!

To my readers: If anyone wants to have fun, chat, or meet up to talk about anything in and around Dubai, I’m available anytime at [email protected].

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 kahani.

Pichle part mein apne padha ki cleaner aur uske doston se Veena ki chudai ke baad Aditya ne usse doori bana li. Fir usne Veena ko clearly bol diya ki woh ab uske sath nahi reh sakta tha.

Pyar aur vasna ki aag mein baukhlayi Veene ne Aditya ko college mein gher liya, aur usko manane lagi. Baat to nahi bani, lekin baaton-baaton mein dono mein behas ho gayi.

Aditya ko Veena ki baat par gussa aaya, aur usne us par hath utha diya. Lekin tabhi uska hath kisi ne pakad liya. Ab aage ki kahani Veena ki zubani-

Aditya ne jab hath utha liya tha, to meri aankhen darr ke maare band ho gayi thi. Lekin 2-3 seconds tak jab mere muh par thappad nahi pada, to maine dheere se aankhen kholi.

Maine dekha ek gabru launda, jise maine pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha, usne Aditya ka hath pakad rakha tha. Aditya usse apna hath chhudhane ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin nahi chhudha paa raha tha.

Uski entry bilkul kisi hero ki taraf hui thi. Lekin us waqt tak mujhe ye nahi pata tha ki wahi launda meri life ka hero ban jayega. Kyunki woh ladka aur koi nahi Vijay (jo aaj Veena ka pati hai) tha.

Fir usne Aditya ka hath chhoda, aur usko bola: Bhai ladkiyon par hath uthana achi baat nahi hoti. Woh to bol kar hi samajh jati hai. Aur ye ladki to waise bhi itni komal si lag rahi hai (usne meri taraf dekh kar bola). Aur tu ise thappad maar raha hai.

Aditya: Tujhe kya hai be! Aur tu hai kon saale?

Ye bol kar Aditya ne Vijay par hath utha diya. Lekin Vijay ne apne chehre tak uska hath pahunchne se pehle hi pakad liya. Fir usne uska hath zor se dabaya. Aditya utne mein hi samajh gaya ki Vijay se ulajh kar woh galti karne wala tha.

Fir Aditya ne uske hath se apna hath kheencha, aur ghoorta hua chala gaya. Vijay usko jaate dekh kar muskurata hua bola-

Vijay: Launda kamzor nikla. Lagta hai sirf ladkiyon par hath utha sakta hai.

Fir usne meri taraf dekha, aur bola: Waise ye bhai sahab aapko thappad maarna kyun chaahte the?

Main: Woh main… (Isse pehle main kuch bolti, usne fir se bolna shuru kar diya)

Vijay: Chaliye chhodhiye, ye baatein to hoti hi rahengi. Aap bata sakti hai ki canteen kahan hai?

Main: Canteen?

Vijay: Haa canteen. Bahut bhookh lagi hai. Main to canteen hi dhoondh raha tha, to aap logon ko dekha. Socha aapse pooch lu, to yahan aaya. Lekin yahan to koi aur hi scene chal raha tha.

Main: Acha. Chaliye main aapko canteen leke chalti hu.

Vijay: Badi meharbaani aapki.

Fir hum dono canteen ki taraf chal pade. Wahan jaake hum dono ek hi table par baithe. Vijay ne chai aur samose ka order diya. Usne mere liye bhi same hi order de diya. Fir maine unse poocha-

Main: Aap naye hai college mein?

Vijay: Ji, woh sports kota mein admission hui hai meri. Aaj pehla din hai. Waise main Rajasthan ke Mandawa gaon se hu. Wahan kafi zameen hai hamari, aur baapu mera sarpanch hai.

Main: Baapu matlab?

Vijay: Baapu matlab, pita ji, dad, papa.

Main: Oh! Aapka naam kya hai?

Vijay: Main Vijay, aur aap?

Main: Main Veena.

Vijay: Veena ji, ab aapki aur meri dosti ho gayi hai. To ab aap mujhe bata sakti ho ki woh shuturmurg aapko thappad kyun maarna chaahta tha?

Main: Hamari dosti kab hui?

Vijay: Arre sath mein baith kar chai aur samosa khaa rahe hai, yahi dosti hai. Hamare gaon mein to aisa hi hota hai. Ab yahan shehar mein pata nahi kaisa hai.

Uski baat sun kar mere chehre par muskurahat aa gayi. Woh saaf dil ka tha. Pata nahi kyun, lekin uske saamne maine saara sach bata diya. Lekin sab batane ke baad mujhe laga ki maine usko sab bata kar theek nahi kiya. Mujhe laga woh mujhe galat samajh lega. Lekin hua iska bilkul ulta.

Sab sunne ke baad woh bola: Arre kitna haramkhor banda hai. Aapne uske liye itni qurbani di, aur usne aapke sath aisa kiya. Arre agar hamare gaon mein aisa hua hota, to aapko devi maante, jisne apne pyar ke liye apni izzat daav par laga di. Mere mann mein to aapke liye bahut izzat badh gayi.

Uski baat sun kar main hairan ho gayi. Mujhe laga woh aurat ki asli value ko samajhta tha, aur mere dil mein uske liye ghantiya bajne lagi. Mujhe laga ki mujhe usse pyar ho gaya tha.

Lekin main jald-baazi nahi karna chaahti thi. Kyunki pehli baar to har koi acha banta hai. Isliye main pehle usko jaan lena chaahti thi. Fir hamari thodi der aise hi baatein hui, aur uske baad main ghar jaane lagi.

Main college se nikal kar auto stand par auto ki wait karne lagi. Tabhi saamne se black color ki Thar aake mere saamne ruki. Vijay usme baitha tha driver seat par. Usne window glass neeche kiya aur bola-

Vijay: Veena, aayiye aapko chhodh du.

Main: Nahi thank you, main chali jaungi.

Vijay: Arre aa jaiye. Apne dost ki gaadi ka kuch to faida uthaiye. Waise to gaadi mere baapu ki hai. Main bhi to faida hi utha raha hu.

Uski baat sun kar meri hassi nikal gayi. Fir main uski gaadi mein baith gayi. Kuch der mein usne mujhe ghar chhodha, aur wahan se chala gaya. Uske jaane ke baad mujhe khayaal aaya ki maine to uska number liya hi nahi.

Fir maine socha chalo koi baat nahi, ab college mein to milega hi. Main apne aap mein hi muskurati hui ghar chali gayi.

Aaj mera mood raat mein acha tha. Main dinner karke apne room mein aa chuki thi, aur bed par seedhi leti thi. Mera sex ka mood ban raha tha, aur aaj mujhe Aditya ka khayaal bhi nahi aa raha tha.

Mere dimag mein to bas Vijay hi Vijay tha. Fir maine Vijay ko imagine karke apni chut mein fingering ki, aur apni tadapti chut ko thanda kiya. Uske baad main waise hi geeli panty ke sath so gayi.

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.

The air in the computer lab was thick with frustration. The hum of empty server racks mocked Vince Ferelli’s meticulous planning. His broad, 5’8” frame, rippling with eight-pack abs and biceps that strained his black tactical shirt, felt heavy with failure.

His thick thighs and cubic, muscular ass—his pride as a man who dominated gym mirrors—seemed pointless now. The lab was barren, stripped of anything worth stealing. Randi Josh, his partner, was losing it. Randia was as jacked but with a leaner six-pack and slightly smaller biceps,

He hurled a keyboard against a desk, the crash echoing in the cavernous room. His olive-tan skin glistened with sweat. His face twisted in rage. “You fucked this up, Vince!” Randi spat, his voice low but venomous. “Lousy scouting, man. We’re out here for nothing!”

Vince’s chest tightened, not just from the accusation but from the heat of his guilt. He was the stronger one, the alpha, the guy who always had a plan. His girlfriend’s face flashed in his mind. Her soft curves, her adoring eyes, the promise of a future he’d been saving for with these heists.

Yet here he was, screwing it all up. Shame coiled in his gut like a snake, cold and heavy, whispering he’d failed as a man. But beneath it, something else stirred—a dirty, primal itch born in the adrenaline of the heist. The closeness of Randi’s muscular frame, the raw energy of their shared defeat.

It was wrong, unthinkable for a straight guy like him, but it burned hotter than his embarrassment.“Calm down, Randi,” Vince said, his deep voice steady despite the chaos in his head. He stepped closer, his massive calves flexing in his tight black pants. “I’ll make it up to you.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them, reckless and loaded. Randi paused, his thick, veiny arms still gripping a monitor as if he might smash it. His eyes narrowed, confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”Vince’s heart pounded, shame screaming at him to back off, to laugh it off as a joke.

He was Vince Ferelli, the guy who fucked women senseless, who never looked twice at a man. But the image of Randi’s body—those powerful thighs, that bigger, girthier dick he’d glimpsed once in a locker room—flashed in his mind, and his mouth went dry.

The taboo of it, the filth of crossing that line, made his cock twitch against his tight whities. “I’m serious,” Vince said, voice low, almost a growl. “Let me… suck you off. Make this right.” His face burned, the humiliation of saying it out loud like a punch to his pride.

Yet the heat in his groin surged, drowning out the voice of his girlfriend, his straightness, his self-respect. Randi’s lips curled into a reluctant, sexy half-smirk, his dark eyes glinting with surprise and something darker—curiosity, maybe power. “You’re joking, man. This ain’t the time.”

But Vince doubled down, stepping closer, his massive chest inches from Randi’s. “I’m not joking. Let me do it.” The words felt like acid on his tongue, each one stripping away the man he thought he was. He was degrading himself, offering something so perverse it made his stomach churn.

But fuck, it felt alive, electric, like the thrill of breaking into a vault. The dirtier it felt, the more he craved it. Randi’s smirk faded, replaced by a hard, assessing stare. He saw it—Vince’s seriousness, the desperation in his eyes. “You’re fucked up, Ferelli,” he said.

But his voice was husky now, his desire creeping in. “Blowjob might not cut it for this mess.” Vince’s shame spiked a wave of nausea at how far he was falling. But his desire roared louder, a filthy hunger to submit, to break every rule.

“Do whatever you want,” Vince rasped the words, a surrender, a plea.  “Make it right.” Randi didn’t hesitate. “On your knees, then.” The command hit Vince like a slap, his pride crumbling as he sank to the cold lab floor.

His thick, muscular ass flexed in his tight pants, a reminder of his power, now offered up in weakness. Randi unbuckled his belt, the sound sharp in the silent lab, and shoved down his pants and tight white Speedos. His cock sprang free—huge, thick, veiny, longer, and girthier than Vince’s impressive dick.

The sight of it, paired with Randi’s heavy, full balls, sent a jolt through Vince. Shame screamed. He was a traitor to himself, but his mouth watered, his hands trembling as he reached out. Vince’s fingers wrapped around Randi’s shaft, stroking slowly, feeling its weight, its heat.

The act was so wrong, so humiliating, it made his cheeks burn red. Yet every stroke stoked the fire in his core, the lewd thrill of doing the unthinkable. He leaned in, his lips parting, and took Randi’s cock into his mouth. The taste—salty, musky—hit him like a drug.

He groaned, the sound muffled. It was his first time, but it felt instinctive like his body knew how to worship this taboo. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling, his powerful jaw working with a skill he didn’t know he had. Randi’s hand gripped Vince’s hair, guiding him.

The control made Vince’s cock throb harder in his whities.“Fuck, Vince,” Randi growled, his voice thick with lust. He yanked Vince’s shirt off, then tugged down his pants and tight whities, leaving him naked, his muscular body exposed—broad pecs, chiseled abs, and that perfect, cubic ass.

Vince’s shame peaked, naked on his knees, sucking off his partner like a slut. But the degradation only fueled his desire, the dirtiness making every sensation sharper. Randi stripped fully, too, his own sculpted body gleaming with sweat.

The sight of their muscular forms writhing together in the dim lab light was obscene, primal. Randi pushed Vince onto all fours, his hands rough. “You’re gonna take more,” he said, and Vince’s heart raced. Fear and lust collide.

Randi’s tongue found Vince’s balls, then his cock, sucking with a hunger that made Vince moan, the pleasure erasing his girlfriend’s face. Then Randi’s mouth moved lower, rimming Vince’s tight, virgin hole. Vince’s shame exploded—his straightness shattered by the filthy ecstasy of it.

He returned the act, his tongue diving into Randi’s ass, the taboo act so degrading yet so natural, his desire swallowing his pride whole. When Randi positioned himself behind Vince, the reality hit. He was about to be fucked.

Panic flared—his ass had never taken anything, let alone a cock as massive as Randi’s. “Go slow,” Vince whispered, voice shaking, but Randi didn’t. He thrust in, hard and deep, and pain seared through Vince, his sphincter-stretching to its limit.

He gasped, tears pricking his eyes, the humiliation of being impaled crushing him. But then Randi’s cock hit his prostate, a deep, electric jolt of pleasure that made his vision blur. The pain melted, replaced by a Niagara Falls sensation. His ass tingled with every brutal thrust.

Vince’s moans turned slutty, uncontrollable sounds he’d never made with any woman. “Fuck me, you bastard!” he screamed, his voice raw, filthy profanities spilling out. “Harder, you fucking prick!” The words were shameful and degrading, but they felt so good, each one a release of his pent-up desire.

He was a whore for this, for Randi’s cock, for the taboo of it all. Randi pounded relentlessly, hitting Vince’s prostate with perfect, aggressive precision. Vince’s cock leaked onto the floor, untouched, his body betraying every ounce of his straight identity.

The shame never left—it lingered, a constant reminder of his fall. Every thrust, every moan, every dirty word was a betrayal of who he was. But the desire was stronger, a filthy, all-consuming fire that made him crave more, deeper, harder.

He was Vince Ferelli, the alpha, the straight guy, reduced to a screaming, sweating slut on a lab floor. But he’d never felt more alive.

Hi, readers! This is the second part of Swathi’s sexual encounter.

After dropping Swathi at the city bus stand, she went away with her husband but visited my city multiple times. And I used to fuck her whenever I got the opportunity. Later, I shifted to her city, as mine was (and still is) a permanent work-from-home job. And I luckily got a flat for rent in the same apartment where Swathi lives.

We used to meet a lot, as we both lived in the same apartment, and had many quick sessions. I fucked her a lot in different positions when her husband was away from home, without her in-laws knowing. We had sex many times with a condom and without a condom, as she used to get fucked only by me and her husband. However, I hadn’t fucked her in the ass anytime. So, I decided to do it and kept asking her about anal intercourse many times. I researched first-time anal sex and got some guidance. I got a butt plug from an online store, as many web portals suggested using a butt plug to enlarge the ass hole before doing first-time anal sex.

Usually, Swathi’s husband drops her at her office and goes to his office. One day, in the morning, I texted Swathi to ask her manager for work-from-home permission and come to my house after her husband leaves. But she said it’s not possible, as her in-laws would be there. So, I asked her to take permission from her manager first and let me know.

She called her manager and asked for a day’s work-from-home permission, and he agreed. Swathi conveyed the same to me. Then, I said that she should get ready for office as usual and go with her husband. I said I would follow them, and after her husband drops her at the office, I would pick her up. She agreed and did the same. I followed her till the office and picked her up after confirming her husband had left.

Swathi wore a red chudidar (Punjabi dress) that day. We both came to the apartments, and I asked her to cover her face with her dupatta. And we both went to my flat. Swathi was super fresh, as she had gotten ready for office. But I didn’t take a bath.

Soon, I took Swathi into the bedroom, and I kissed Swathi and removed my boxer and underwear. I made Swathi sit on the bed, and I told her to lie on the bed and asked for a blowjob. She gave me a nice blowjob. But I removed my dick when I was about to cum to stop myself from cumming. I had a lot more work to do with Swathi’s other holes, especially her anus.

As we got closer by the day, Swathi herself got nude and laid on the bed. I got a bottle of coconut oil and kept applying it to Swathi’s both holes, especially more for her ass hole. Once done oiling the holes, I got ready with my dick. At first, I fucked her pussy for some time. And it seemed like Swathi was enjoying as she was moaning with pleasure. After some time, I removed my dick from her pussy and acted as if it slipped out. I again took position to insert my dick and spread Swathi’s legs more. I guided my dick slowly this time into her anus.

I touched her ass hole and slowly pushed my dick inside. Swathi quickly realized what I was doing and shouted at me, saying that it was the wrong hole. I said that I knew and asked her to try anal. She first said no but I held her hands and requested her by rubbing my dick over her pussy. She accepted eventually. Then, I applied more force this time to enter her ass, but not even the tip of my dick went inside. So, I got up and went to the cupboard and got the steel butt plug, which I bought from online.

I applied oil to it as well. Swathi asked what it was, and I told her about it and how it is used. I slowly inserted the butt plug into her ass hole, and Swathi was moaning in pain. Her moans were growing louder and louder for every millimeter the butt plug was going in. So, I rolled my underwear and kept it in her mouth to reduce the sound. And I again spread her legs and started to push the butt plug more by pouring oil.

Finally, it went in completely, leaving the handle visible outside. Swathi was very exhausted with pain. I went out and got some water for her. I gave her some time to adjust herself with the butt plug inside her ass. After some 15-20 minutes, she felt okay, and I fucked her pussy with the butt plug in her ass only. I got exhausted for two rounds of mouth fucking and pussy fucking. I got up and took my laptop and logged in, as it was office time around 10:30-11 AM.

Swathi asked me to remove the butt plug, as she also had to log in. I asked her to get up and let the butt plug be like that only for some time, which would make her anal hole a bit wider. I helped her to get up and walk. First, she felt pain while walking and couldn’t walk properly. But I made her walk by practicing, telling her to walk by spreading her legs a bit. She got adjusted after the walk practice.

She stood, took her bra and panty, and had worn them. I asked Swathi not to wear anything else. She obeyed me and slowly came to the dining table with her laptop and sat. She suddenly stood up, as her butt plug didn’t allow her to sit on the wooden chair, as it was paining. So, I placed two pillows on the chair and made Swathi sit on them. We both worked for around an hour on our respective laptops.

Swathi had an office call in which she had to give her daily updates. So, she joined the call, and I got a kinky thought to make her speak in the call while giving me a blowjob. So, as soon as she joined the call, I went to Swathi and requested a blowjob. Swathi said she was on a call and pushed me angrily. But I didn’t listen and made her stand. And I stood on the table so that my dick would get equally high to Swathi’s mouth.

I pulled her head and kept my dick in her mouth; she was choking a little bit and trying not to choke, as it would be heard on her office team’s call. I continued mouth-fucking Swathi. After five minutes, they called her for her updates. Then, Swathi pushed me with her hands and took a deep breath and answered her updates on her team’s call and muted post-completing her updates. She pinched me and beat me for doing this naughty stuff.

After some time, Swathi slowly sat on the pillows and asked about lunch. I asked if she could cook or should I order from outside. She said she could cook if this butt plug was removed. I said to forget about it and try to cook. Swathi slowly stood up and went towards the kitchen and started cooking. I was helping her with cutting some necessary veggies. After my veggies cutting was over, I went and sat on the sofa in the hall and kept watching Swathi in the kitchen. Damn! She was so hot with only a bra and panty, and her mangalsutra swinging between her boobs. Such a beautiful lady cooking for me.

Swathi completed cooking, and we had lunch by 1:30 pm. Me and Swathi walked for some 10-15 minutes inside my flat only after lunch. Then, Swathi again sat on the pillows for her work. After some 15 minutes, I asked Swathi to come into the bedroom. She came, and I made her lay down on the bed, removed her panty, and spread her legs. Swathi said not now, as she had some work. But I insisted on finishing this anal fuck. So, I took the oil bottle and poured lots of oil on the ass hole with the butt plug inside. Slowly, I removed the butt plug. Swathi was moaning.

After removing the butt plug completely, the ass hole was a bit wider than earlier. I took some oil and poured it on my dick and on her ass hole and came towards her to arouse her. I started kissing her lips, unhooked her bra, and squeezed her boobs. Then, I broke the lip kiss and started to suck and bite her nipples. Swathi was moaning. After confirming that she was aroused and, in the mood, I got up and positioned myself between her legs and guided my dick into her anus.

This time, my dick tip went inside. And I tried some more force to go in, and a quarter of my dick went in. Swathi was shaking in pain. I tried some more force, but it went only some more. So, I got satisfied with what went in and slowly stroked for around 3-4 minutes. I thought this position was not allowing me to go deeper into her anal. So, I got up and asked Swathi to go into a doggy position.

She slowly got into a doggy position on the bed. I went behind her and tried. This time, my dick entered even more into her anus, and it was almost halfway. Swathi was shouting in pain. I held her waist and started stroking slowly without taking my dick completely out of her anal hole. After holding her waist and fucking her anal, I lost grip of her waist.

So, I caught her hair and stroked. And due to pain, I loosened my hands from her hair and held her shoulders and fucked. And eventually, I came inside her anus and left Swathi’s shoulders. Swathi collapsed on the bed straight away. My cum was slowly dripping out of her ass hole. I went to my laptop and checked if anything was there from the office.

I allowed Swathi to take rest till 3 pm. She dozed off. Her husband called her, and she woke up and spoke to him like she’s in the office. After the call, she got up and washed her face and both holes. She came to me and smiled and asked me how I knew all the kinky stuff in sex. I replied that I watched it in porn movies, and also asked her if she had any fantasies. She said she wants to try group sex.

I wondered, hearing this from Swathi’s mouth. She said we can try after some days. I said okay and that I would get one of my friends. But she said no to this as she had one buddy who’s flirting with her in her office and asked me if we can do it in my house. I accepted it, and I got turned on after hearing about her fantasies. I again took her to bed and fucked her pussy real hard this time. I also fucked her mouth many times till 6 pm.

Later, Swathi got up and took a bath nicely and wore her clothes. I wore my T-shirt and shorts and got ready to drop her at the office. Before going, I took her nice blowjob, and I came inside her mouth. I asked her to swallow it, but she spat it out. Some of my cum fell on her chest part of her dress. She cleaned her mouth, and we went off to drop her at her office. I came home and relaxed, as I had a super fucking day with Swathi.

I will talk about Swathi’s first group fuck in the next part. Please drop your comments at [email protected]. If any female is looking for a safe and secure healthy relationship, please do mail me.

Thank you.

Hello everyone, I am Santhosh from Bangalore. I am back with the next part of the story about my Mom. To learn more about my mother and me, please read my previous stories.

I want to give you a little information about my Mom and the previous story. She is 46 years old, a typical fair South Indian milf with 38D boobs. In the first part of the story, I witnessed Mom having sex with some stranger in our coconut fields.

Since that day, I have been trying to find the stranger. In the second part, again we went to village. I again saw Mom talking to one stranger and Ramesh uncle also. Who was that stranger whom she was fucking that night? This part gives the complete story.

Coming back to the story. As I told in the previous part, I was disappointed seeing Ramesh uncle along with Mom. I thought there would be no action and was about to leave. Then, I thought I would start once they left.

After 10 minutes, to my surprise, the stranger started walking, saying bye to Mom. I was more disappointed. Mom also started walking slowly. But Ramesh uncle held my Mom by hand and pulled her towards her from the waist.

I was in shock of my life. I had mistaken the stranger with Mom. But it was Ramesh uncle who was fucking Mom that night in the field. That’s why today also, Ramesh uncle came to the field out of nowhere. I was soaking in the shock of the scene.

By then, Ramesh uncle had already started hugging Mom tightly. Both of them are lost in lust and hugging each other. They were rubbing each other’s backs, just like in movies. I came to my senses and started to enjoy what I was waiting for.

Slowly, both of them started to kiss each other passionately. Though I couldn’t hear their moans, I was definitely feeling it. Slowly, Mom started to place her hands near Ramesh uncle’s lungi and started to press it hard.

Ramesh uncle was still busy kissing Mother and rubbing her back. Within 2 minutes, Mom bent down and got down on her knees. She took hold of Ramesh dick and pulled out from his lungi. It was approximately 6 inches.

She slowly took the entire dick in her mouth in one go. It was heaven to watch Mom giving a blowjob to Ramesh. She started moving her head slowly. The dick was clearly going inside her mouth so easily. Looks like Mom was a pro at giving blowjobs.

Ramesh was pushing dick harder into her mouth by pulling her hairs. I got hard seeing Mom giving blowjobs in the field without any fear. I realised it was not her first time doing this to someone in the open area.

The scene gave me a boner, and I wanted to masturbate. I took my dick out and started masturbating. Within no time, I cum, but it was still hard seeing Mom giving blowjob. Almost after 5 minutes, Ramesh also cum in her mouth.

Mom fully sucked him dry, and she didn’t swallow it. She spat it and said something to Ramesh in disappointment. Again, Ramesh started to hug Mom and kiss her. This time he started to press her boobs on her nighty.

I can say she was not wearing any wear by the way he was able to press her boobs so easily. Both of them again started to foreplay and enjoy the moment. I could see Ramesh getting hard again.

Suddenly, Ramesh turned Mom to the opposite side and made her bend. He lifted her night till her back, pulled her panty down and started to push his dick inside her pussy. He was pulling her hair from her back and started to pump her hard.

I couldn’t stand it again, and I cum again, seeing Mom in doggy style with Ramesh. They started to enjoy being in the same position for 3-4 minutes. Then Ramesh uncle put his lungi on the floor. Mom immediately slept on the floor and lifted her nighty, indicating Ramesh to fuck her fast.

Ramesh uncle went between her legs and started to fuck her hard. After 5-7 minutes, I think Ramesh uncle again came inside her and collapsed on her. He was hugging her for 2 minutes.

Then, both of them got up and started to get dressed. Mom started to wear the panties and tried to act normal. I was waiting for her to wear panties so I could see Ramesh uncle’s cum from her pussy to her panty.

I was so happy and lucky to see Mom in action again with Ramesh. I was waiting for them to leave the place. Ramesh uncle hugged Mom once again and gave her a deep kiss. Once they left, I also started to walk at a distance.

Before they enter the village, Ramesh’s uncle goes on a different road as if they are not together. Mom walked straight home. She went to the restroom to clean herself. I also cum inside the home.

I asked Mom if she got what she wanted. I mean the coconut from the Farm. Mom was surprised for a moment. She said yes, she got it, but it was not enough. She will try to get more tomorrow.

This is the real incident that happened to me, witnessing how Mom and Ramesh uncle had an affair. Now, I have an opportunity to make a way for her to listen to my words. I know she is craving sex and wants to enjoy her sex life.

I feel sad seeing Mom taking such a risk to enjoy her sex life. I hope one day, she will get the satisfaction she is looking for in sex.

This is the last part of the story. After this, I stopped following Mom to the fields. I was trying to find a way to help her satisfy her sexual needs.

You can write the feedback to [email protected]. If anyone wants to know more about the incident in detail, you can write me feedback and email me. Thank you, everyone, and please support.

I’m a 6’1″ tall, dark brown man. I lived in Pune for a few years, but since the COVID-19 pandemic, I’ve been staying in Kolkata.

Thanks for showing love for the first part of my story. I’ll start where I ended.

After around 5–6 days of phone sex, I told Maanvi I wanted to have sex with her. She said, “Hmmm, to yeh tha tumhare dimag mein, chee” (So this was in your mind, chee). I was puzzled, but she started laughing and told me to say it in Bengali in a dirty way.

I said, “Maanvi, tomae chudte chai, jore jore chudte chai.” (Maanvi, I want to fuck you, fuck you hard). She nodded with a cunning smile. I was like a hungry lion ready to tear her apart.

However, it was August 2022, and I had an extremely hectic schedule. Since she was married, we had to be careful, and it couldn’t be an entire day. So, we chose a weekend.

Finally, the day arrived. It was a Saturday evening, and she said she could be there for a maximum of 2 hours. I requested 3 hours. She wasn’t ready but said, “We’ll see.”

We planned to meet at a petrol pump in Salt Lake. It was a rainy evening. I met her around 6 p.m. She wore a kurti without a dupatta, slightly tight on her breasts, and leggings. She was short, maybe 5’1”, quite fair, with a short neck and dark lipstick that I loved.

However, her buttocks were slightly large compared to the rest of her body. From behind, one might think she was fat, but she wasn’t. Though she had an umbrella, she wasn’t using it since the rain was just tiny droplets.

The little droplets of rain mixed with her sweat and the slight cleavage visible were making me hard inside my jeans. I booked an OYO nearby. A 10-minute bike ride away. She held me tightly but suddenly grabbed my manhood, which I didn’t expect.

My cock throbbed inside my underwear. It excited me, but I told her we were almost there. She said, “Huh,” and let go. The hotel took 5–10 minutes to set up our room. The moment we entered, it started raining heavily.

Oh my God, I grabbed her breasts tightly from behind and rubbed my dick on Maanvi’s butt crack. She pushed me and said, “Dur hato, tab bike mein to lund se mera haat hata diya tha, ab kyon?” (Get away from me. On the bike, you didn’t let me grab your cock, now why?)
I grinned and said, “Okay.” I squeezed her through her leggings, grabbed her by her belly from behind, picked her up, and tossed her onto the bed with a little force. There was lightning, and I jumped on top of Maanvi.

I looked into her eyes, squeezed her buttock, and forced my tongue deep into her mouth, our saliva mixing. She made humming noises with her eyes closed. I groped her right breast tightly, squeezed it, and put it in my mouth. Meanwhile, she put her left leg on me and held my hair tightly.

We were in a face-to-face spooning position with her leg on my waist. I couldn’t resist giving tight spanks on her ass. I slapped her buttocks hard and squeezed them.

Maanvi: “Aah, Author, kitna jor se maar rahe ho!” (Why are you hitting so hard?)

Me: “To aur kya? Tumhe dabochne ke liye hi to laya hun!” (What else? I brought you here for this!)  (grinning)

After slapping her ass several times, I opened her kurti. She acted a bit weird after I removed it. I could see her beautiful breasts covered by a white bra and her fair-skinned belly, but there were quite a few stretch marks. I licked those stretch marks while squeezing her between her legs.

She opened the button on my jeans. I was wearing boxers underneath. I had two types of condoms: one banana-flavoured and the other Durex. I wore the banana-flavoured condom.

I said, “Maanvi, acche se chuso mujhe, baby.” (Suck me good, baby.)

Maanvi: “I have never done this.”

I felt this was a blatant lie.
Me: “Do it. We both will enjoy it. I also have the banana-flavoured condom; you’ll love it.”

She sat on her knees on the bed while I stood. She initially sucked so badly that I wasn’t enjoying it at all.

Maanvi: “The taste of the rubber is very bad.”

I removed the condom, rubbed my penis with her kurti, and she started sucking again. My God, this Marwari housewife sucked the hell out of my cock. I’d rate it in the top 5 I’ve had (maybe the top 3, I can’t tell).
I got rock hard, held her hair, and throbbed my dick inside her mouth properly after she sucked me for some time. I was practically choking her and thrusting hard. After a while, she pulled away and said, “Ulti aa sakti hai.” (I might puke.) I understood and stopped.

I also had precum. After about 2 minutes, I went to open her leggings. She told me not to. I was shocked, thinking this was a letdown. But she said she felt shy since she hadn’t had sex in a long time and had only been with her husband. She asked me to turn off the lights.

This was new for me. I turned off the lights but had an evil plan in mind. I opened her bra first, did some licking and biting on her nipples, and then opened her leggings. As I mentioned in the last part, she wears panties with prints. Today, she wore one with spots.

I asked her why, and she replied, “Tumne kaha tha tum extra dotted condom pehen ke chodoge mujhe, to yeh tumhare liye, jaan.” (You said you’d wear an extra dotted condom and fuck me, so this is for you, babe.)

I had told her this, and her recalling it got me rock hard from semi-erect. She noticed and grabbed my dick. I bit her nipples right away, and she shrieked.

Maanvi: “Don’t do this!”

Me: “Kyon? Bas main hi to dekhunga is nipple ko, laal kar dunga.” (Why? Only I’ll see them, right? I’ll make them red.)

Maanvi: “After my second child, I’ve never been intimate with anyone like today, Siddhartha.”

Me: “Mmmm, baby.”

I moved my fingers over her pussy. I was brushing around it while biting her left breast nipple and squeezing her right breast with my left hand. She spread her thighs wide while holding me tightly.

In a very short time, she started shivering, her muscles shaking. The rain was getting fiercer, with thunderstorms. I could feel the wetness around her pussy. She wasn’t squirting, but her leaks were evident on my fingers, even though the AC was at 21°C.

Maanvi’s moans were quite loud, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

Maanvi: “Siddharth, abhi chodo mujhe, raha nahi ja raha hai!” (Fuck me, Author, I can’t stand this!)

I also wanted to fuck her badly and didn’t want to play games. But I thought I’d continue what I was doing for a bit longer. After 60–90 seconds:

Maanvi: “Control nahi ho raha hai, Author, chodo mujhe, chodo please!” (I can’t control it, fuck me, please!)

I decided to fuck her now but planned to execute my evil plan. I kissed her, forcing my tongue inside her mouth and mixing my saliva with hers. Before I proceed, let me say I’ve never broken a woman’s hymen. Two women I had sex with claimed they were virgins, but there was no blood or hymen breaking.

Personally, enjoying and celebrating sex is more important to me than finding out who’s a virgin.

Back to the story: I lifted her legs, folded them toward the ceiling, and placed my dick on her pussy, trying to penetrate. She was much tighter than I expected for a married woman. I thought her pussy muscles would be looser. I tried again but couldn’t.

I won’t lie; this hit my male ego a bit that I couldn’t penetrate a married woman in the first two attempts. I stretched her, pressed her folded legs a little, and thrust with a lot of force. My God, my dick made a great entry, and it felt amazing between her pussy muscles.

But then, she gave a loud cry. These are her exact words, not a single word added:

Maanvi: “Mummy, main mar gayi. Author, kya kar diya tumne? Faad di tumne mujhe neeche!” (Mom, I’m dead now. Siddharth, what did you do? You tore me down there!)

I was a bit shocked, thinking someone might knock because of this. I couldn’t see her properly, and it was annoying. My next thrusts were also loaded with pressure, and with each thrust, Maanvi cried, “Mummy, mar gayi,” but I wasn’t stopping.

However, I couldn’t continue strong thrusts at that pace for long, or I’d cum early. So, I changed positions. I made her lie sideways with her legs folded to her left (my right) and meeting. I slowed my pace and started thrusting. Her cries softened, but her moans were music to my ears.

She closed her eyes and bit her lips. I squeezed her breasts with my right hand.
I’m around 6’1”, so it was time to execute my plan. I quickly switched on the lights with my left hand, pausing my thrust once. She opened her eyes and tried to hide her face.

Maanvi (in Bengali): “Ki korcho, eto harami keno? Light ta bondho koro!” (What are you doing? Why are you such a scoundrel? Switch off the lights!)

Me: “Naa, Maanvi, tomae chudbo jokhon, tomar dekhbo, tomae thapabo, tumi dekhbe amar.” (No, Maanvi, when I fuck you, I’ll see you, I’ll thrust you, you’ll see me.)

She grinned and adjusted to my rhythm. I had jerked off about 2 hours before leaving home so I could last longer. My dark brown cock thrusting inside her pussy was amazing. From her expression, I could tell she was having a great time, too.

After thrusting in that position for about 20–25 minutes, I got tired but hadn’t cum. So, I pulled out and rested a bit. Maanvi had a weird fetish I’d never encountered. She rubbed her toes against my cock and balls. It felt good, but was a bit strange since it was my first time.

She did it for 20 minutes and wanted to continue, but I said, “Let me suck you, Maanvi.” She wasn’t very interested at first, but I didn’t listen. I crossed her legs around my shoulders and pushed my tongue inside her pussy. I have a pretty big tongue, and it was all inside her.

She was elated. After about 10–15 minutes, she started shaking again. We were already over 2 hours. She said she had to leave. I said, “Wait, I didn’t even cum yet.” There was shock and sadness in her eyes. She asked, “Abhi bhi nahi?” (Not even now?)

I said, “No, chodne do mujhe.” (Let me fuck you.)

Maanvi: “Aaj tumne jo feel karwaya, Siddharth, mujhe, uske liye thodi late ho sakti hun.” (What you made me feel today, I can be a little late for.) (she grinned)

She lay flat on her back and raised her legs. But I wanted to fuck her in doggy style. So, I got her in that position and said, “Kutiya bano meri.” (Become my mare.) She wasn’t very experienced in doggy style, so it took 3–5 minutes to find the right spot.

Then I held her by her waist and started ramming her pussy. In almost all my thrusts, there were two forces: pushing my dick inside her from back to front and pulling her waist from front to back. She was making crazy loud moans and noises, but I just wanted to rampage her.

After about 20–22 minutes, I said, “I’m cumming.” I was wearing the condom, but I said I’d pull out. She didn’t let me and said, “Condom to pehne ho, mere andar hard.” (You’re wearing a condom, cum inside me.)

I came inside her and stayed inside for maybe a minute before pulling out.

Maanvi: “Main bhi firse jharne wali thi.” (I was about to orgasm again.)

Honestly, though I came only once, I wouldn’t get erect quickly, and we had limited time. So, I played with my fingers on her pussy. Within 5 minutes, she climaxed and held me tight.

We were there for almost 3 hours, and it was 9:15 p.m. We got dressed quickly and left. I wanted to drop her off since the rain had stopped, but she said her husband might be around, so she took a taxi. Her husband was late that day, and she suspected he was with their neighbour.

It was a great evening for both of us. We wanted to continue for a few months, but it stopped. We met in August and had video calls until September, but we never met physically or had sex again.

I hope you liked my story. For feedback, contact me at [email protected]. Guys, stop asking for her phone number or contact details.  I’d never provide them because we had mutual respect. Of course, if women readers want to connect for something discreet, I’d love that.

Hello, friends! My name is Shailesh. I am a 35-year-old from Mumbai. This is my real-life story when I was around the age of 26 years. I was working in a reputed firm in Mumbai, handling Franchise Department. I was heading western region including Gujrat.

I was never required to visit cities as all the work was done on phone calls, emails and our internal systems. There was one Franchise from Ahmedabad owned by a husband and wife. Initially, mai sirf husband se baat karta tha, but randomly, unki wife se bhi baat hoti thi business ko lekar. Kuch mahino ke baad, unki wife mujase jyada baat karne lagi, aur dhire dhire hum acche dost bhi ban gaye. Unka naam Komal tha aur Pati ka naam Rajesh. Waise, dono ko sath mera relation accha ban gaya tha. Lekin ab sirf Komal hi mujase bat karti aur Rajesh na ke barabar. Humare bate phone par ghanto tak chalne lagi. Ek din komal ne mujase kaha-

Komal: Sunona, mujhe tumase ek bat karni thi…

Me: Ha… boliye na…

Komal: Tumhari awaj mujhe bahot acchi lagti hai…

Ye sunne ke bad mujhe bahot accha laga. Kyunki ye bolte wakt Komal ki awaj ekdum gehri ho gayi thi.

Fir humari baatein har roj hone lagi. Baatein har roj friendship se badhkar flirty hone lagi. Hum dono ne ab tak ek dusre ko dekh nahi the aur hum dono ek dusre ko milna chahte thein.

Ek din office me mujhe reception se phone aaya ke mujhe milane Rajesh aur Komal aaye hai. Mai surprised, jhat se reception ki aur nikal pada. Reception se jakar jab maine dono ko dekhaa, toh maano, time ruk gaya tha. Maine Rajesh se handshake kiya aur Komal ki taraf dekha toh wo mujhe dekh kar muskura rahi thi aur kuch der tak hum ek dusre ko dekhte hi reh gaye.

Uski skin bilkul doodh jaise safed, sari me uski 38,32,36 ki figure uthkar dikh rahi thi. Mujhe kuch pal lage usse najre hatakar khudko sambhalne me. Humne fir idhar udhar ki official baatein ki aur fir lunch ke liye nikal bahar jane ka plan kiya.

Hum lunch kar rahe the aur chori chupe ek dusre ko ghoor rahe the. Waha mujhe pata chala ke wo ek raat yahi par rukane wale hai. Wo mere acche dost ban chuke the. Isiliye maine unko dinner ke liye mere ghar invite kiya.

Hum pura din saath rahe aur har baar Komal ko dekhta toh mujhe dekh kar shararat bhari smile se dekhti. Mai bhi bahot excited tha Komal ke sath apne rishte ko aage badane ke liye.

Khair, raat me hum ghar par mile aur meri family ke sath Rajesh aur Komal dinner kar rahe the aur humari normal baatein bhi ho rahi thi. Mera khana jaldi khatam hua aur mai uth kar apne bedroom me chala gaya. Mai bedroom ke mirror me apne aap ko dekh raha tha. Thodi der baad, mere room me kisike aane ki mujhe aahat lagi aur mujhe laga meri maa hogi.

Tabhi mujhe kisine piche se hug kiya. Mai chauk gaya aur dekha toh Komal thi. Usane mujhe piche se hug kiya tha. Uski badi chest ka bhari pan mai apni pith par mehsus kar paa raha tha. Agale hi pan mai darr gaya ye soch kar ki koi hume iss halat me dekh na le. Main uske haatoh ko hatakar piche muda. Komal sar niche jhuka kar khadi thi aur use dekh kar mai apne aap ko rok nahi paaya. Maine use apni taraf khicha aur use apni baho me le liya. Iss baar meri chest par bharipan mehsus kar paa raha tha.

Mai apne dono haath blouse ke upar ghuma raha tha aur Komal aankh band karke mere khande par sar rakh kar mujase lipati huyi thi. Mai uski gori aur soft skin ko apne haatho se feel kar raha tha. Dhire se maine uska sir uthatkar meri taraf kiya. Usane ab tak aankh band hi rakhi thi.

Uski eybrows, lambi naak, gulabi gaal aur lipstick lage juicy honth. Uski tej aur garam saanso ko mai feel kar para tha. Maine ek hath se uski kamar ko pakad rakha tha. Maine uske kamar ko apne paas aur khinch liya aur apne hoton ko uske honto pe rakha. Fir hum dono ek dusre me kho gaye. Hum ek dusre ke honto ko choos rahe the passionately. Kuch der baad badi muskhil se maine apne aap ko roka aur hum door huye. Hum ghar par the aur nahi chahta tha ke hume koi iss halat me dekh le.

Hum jaise hi alag huye, wo turant mere bedroom se sharmate huye bahar nikal gayi. Thodi der baad mai bhi living room me sabke sath jakar baith gaya. Komal mujhe continuely dekh rahi thi. Uski ankhe, mano, mujhe uski taraf bula rahi thi, aur mai apne aap ko control kar raha tha.

Jab wo nikal rahe the, tab maine kaha ke dono ko apni car me hotel tak drop karta hu. Unhone hotel mere ghar se karib 1 ghante ki duri par book kiya tha. Ye sunkar mere chacha aur chachi ne kaha ke unhe bhi usi taraf jana hai aur wo humare sath aa gaye. Mai thoda naraj ho gaya. Lekin mujhe ye nahi pata tha ke unka humare sath aana mere liye fayademand hoga.

Chacha aur Rajesh ek dusre se bato me uljhe the aur bat karte karte Chacha driving seat par baith gaye aur Rajesh unke baju me front seat par baith gaye. Komal ne piche ka door open kiya aur turant Komal se phele mai baith gaya. Ab komal mere baju me bich me baith gayi aur mere chachi dusri taraf side me.

Jaise humari building se gaadi bahar nikali, hum sab bat kar rahe the aur mere haath andhere me Komal ke pet ko side se ched rahe the. Komal ko bhi bada maja aa raha tha lekin wo kuch reach nahi kar paa rahi thi. Thodi der baad, wo thoda saa aage jhuk kar baithi aur apni saree ke pallu se apne aap ko aise dhak liya jisse kisiko mere haath na dikhe.

Mai ab aur confident hua. Me sabse hasi majak ki batein toh kar raha tha lekin mera pura dhyan Komal par tha. Komal apne pairo se mere pairo ko daba rahi thi. Maine himmat karte huye apna haath uske pet se upar ki taraf lekar gaya. Uske blouse ka border meri ungali ko feel hua aur aise laga jaise mere ungali se lekar pure sharir me ek heavy current flow hogaya. Mera haath mai aur upar ki taraf nahi le ja para tha. Tabhi Komal aur thoda aage jhunki aur driver seat par apne aap ko rest kar liya. Raat ka jaise hum dono nasha chad gaya tha. Maine apne hath dhire dhire aur upar liya aur uska right side ka boob ab mere hath me tha.

Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ke uske boobs itane bade honge ke mere hath me nahi aayenge. Main bat bhi kar raha tha aur uske right boobs ko pura hath ghuma kar check kar raha tha. Uska nipple blouse ke upar se mere hat me feel ho raha tha. Wo bich bich me bat karne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin lag raha tha ke wo bhi khudko rok nahi pa rahi thi. Mein dhire dhire usko boob ko daba raha tha aur wo uske pair se mere pair ko masal rahi thi. Aur pant me mera lund alag pareshan kar raha tha.

Achanak, usne uska ek hath mere thighs par rakha aur jaise jaise usko boob ka daba raha tha, waise waise wo meri thigh ko daba rahi thi. Dhire Dhire uska hath mere pant bane tent ki taraf aa raha tha. Jitna hath uska najdik aa raha tha, utna mera lund aur uchal kud karne laga tha. Mujase raha nahi gaya aur maine uska hath pakad kar mera pant ki zip par rakh diya.

Usane meri taraf dekha. Uski aankhe jaise filmo me sharabi kehte hai, bilkul waisi sharabhi/nasheeli lag rahi thi. Thodi der usne hath nahi hilaya. Fir pant ke upar se wo mere lund ko check kar rahi thi. Usane pant ke upar se mere lund ko niche se dabakar dekha aur fir wo dabate huye lund ke upar ke taraf apna hath lekar aayi. Mano jaise mere lund ka size check kar rahi thi. Bich me usane mere lund ko jor se dabaya aur mere taraf dekh kar aankho se mano keh rahi thi ke usein mera lund accha laga.

Hum dono ek dusre me itna kho gaye the ke hotel kab aaya, pata hi nahi chala. Hotel ke pass aate hi humne apne aap ko sawara aur thik se baith gaye. Hotel ke niche aate hi hum car se utare aur maine chacha ko kaha ke main dono ko upar tak chod kar aata hu. Hum teeno bat karte huye hotel ki lift se unke floor tak gaye. Rajesh aur mai baat kar rahe the aur Komal bass mujhe dekhe ja rahi thi. Mai dono ko lift se bhi ‘bye’ bol raha tha. Tabhi Komal ne kaha ke wo mere liye kuch laayi hai, “Ek minute chalo room me.”

Hum room me gaye aur Rajesh turant washroom gaye, aur Komal ne mujhe tight hug kiya aur ek passionate kiss kiya. Aur mujhe dhire se mere kaan me kaha, “I LOVE YOU… I WANT MORE…” Aur maine use ‘I love you too’ kehte huye tight hug kiya. Hum dono turat door door khade huye aur jate huye usane kaha ke wo dono kal early morning wapas ja rahe hai. Ye sunkar mujhe bahot bura laga, mano, jaise hum ab humesha ke liye bichad ne wale hai.

Fir Komal ne kaha ke, “Ab tumhe jaldi Ahmedabad aana padega.” Tabhi Rajesh bhi bahar aaye aur unhone bhi kaha, “Ha ab tumhe aana padega… Jaldi aao…”

Dono ko ‘goodbye’ bolkar apne adhuri kahani ke sath bahot hi nirash hokar wahase mein nikal pada. Sath me ek guilt bhi thi ke mai bahot galat kar raha hu. Lekin Komal ki khubhsurti meri guilt ko daba rahi thi, aur mai betaab ho raha tha usase milane.

Aage bahot kuch hua, jo mai aap sabko agale part me jarur bataunga.

I hope you all will like my confession. See you guys in my next part.

Dear readers. This story is about me, Sanjay, 24 years old, and the married couple, Rakesh, 32, and Sheetal, 30. Rakesh got married to Sheetal 8 years ago. Rakesh is an average-looking guy with a dark complexion. Sheetal is brown-skinned, has a well-maintained body, and is beautiful.

Sheetal has a 34d-28-36 figure. When she walks, the way her beautiful butt moves left and right, nobody can ignore it. She has nice firm boobs and a round bubble butt.

I am from Haryana, but I am studying engineering in Ahmedabad. I have a good physique. I love gymming. I am 6 feet 2″ tall with a muscular body. My uncle and aunty moved to the USA. So I stayed in their house and took care of it.

I used to sit in my veranda in the evening and see Rakesh and Sheetal taking a walk. Occasionally, we used to greet each other formally. Sheetal had a cute face and short hair. I used to stare at her beautiful boobs and jiggling ass. Many times, I used to masturbate imagining her.

One day, I was sitting on my veranda when Rakesh and Sheetal stopped by and inquired about my uncle and aunty. After that day, we would always chit-chat. Time passed, and with time, Rakesh and I became friends. But Sheetal always looked sad, as if something was bothering her.

One day, Rakesh came to my house. We were talking and enjoying a beer. So I asked,” Rakesh, sorry to ask, but is there any problem with Sheetal? She always looks sad.”

Rakesh: Yes, she is sad because we haven’t had a child for a long time. And my mom is taunting her for that now and then. But actually, it’s not Sheetal’s fault. She is fit to conceive. I am the one to be blamed because I have a problem with my sperm. According to different doctors, I am unable to become a father. But my mother doesn’t know the truth. She thinks the problem is with Sheetal.

Time passed, and it had been almost six months since we had known each other. Rakesh and I became very good friends. I used to talk to Rakesh, but Sheetal was quiet most of the time. One day, Rakesh called me and said that they wanted to come to see me and that he needed my assistance.

I told him that I would be free in the evening. In the evening, Rakesh came to my house. I took out some beer and snacks while we were sitting. I saw he was sitting quietly. To break the ice, I started the conversation by asking Rakesh if he was saying something about assistance.

I could see he was a little hesitant to tell me. After a few minutes, he said, “Sanjay, you are my friend, and I share everything with you.” I said, “Yes, of course you can tell me. I will try to help you.” He asked me if I had any feelings for Sheetal.

We were both drunk at that time. I told him that, after all, I am a man. Sheetal is very beautiful and sexy. So, I do masturbate imagining her. Then Rakesh asked me, “What if you get a real chance to have sex with Sheetal?” I thought Rakesh was now fully drunk and didn’t know what he was talking about.

I told Rakesh, “She is your wife, and I won’t do such a thing in friendship.” Rakesh said, “I trust you, but what if I offer you my wife?” I told Rakesh, “You are very drunk and don’t know what you are talking about.”

Rakesh said that he knew what he was talking about. “Look, Sanjay, you know that we need a baby, and I want to see my wife happy. Only you can help me. Please, Sanjay, try to understand and don’t take me wrong.”

I said, “I understand that, but then why don’t you try a test tube, baby? Or you can get a sperm donor.” Rakesh said, “I did discuss about it with Sheetal, but she is not happy with it.” So I asked, “Is she happy to sleep with me?”

Rakesh said, “Yes, we have discussed it, and she is willing to sleep with you. I promise there won’t be any problem, and it will be top secret.” I told Rakesh, “Let me think about it, and I will give you an answer.” Rakesh left after that.

That whole night, I couldn’t sleep. I was wondering if it was a dream or a reality. I would be more than happy to fuck Sheetal. I was fantasising about Sheetal and masturbating now and then. And now the fantasy is coming true. The next morning, I messaged Rakesh to say that I was ready to help.

We agreed to meet at my place over the weekend. I was excited and couldn’t wait. Finally, on Saturday evening, Rakesh came to my house with Sheetal. I had ordered some food and drinks. We finished our dinner quickly.

Sheetal was in a black dress just above her knees. She looked stunning. Her tight boobs and round bubble butt were making me horny. After dinner, we were sitting on the sofa. Sheetal was sitting next to Rakesh, and I was sitting right opposite.

Rakesh winked at me. I stood up and came to Sheetal. I took her hand and made her stand.

Rakesh: Sheetal, don’t be shy. You are Sanjay’s girlfriend tonight. And Sanjay, you too, she is all yours.

I put my hands on Sheetal’s waist from behind and pulled her towards me. I kissed her on her earlobe. I could smell the sweet aroma of Sheetal’s body. I started kissing her and slowly moved to her beautiful pink lips. I kissed on her soft lips. She was not responding.

So I could sense that she was feeling shy in front of Rakesh. So I held her from her waist and guided her to my bedroom. I told Rakesh to remain seated in the living room. I locked the door and went close to Sheetal. I told her to be comfortable. My cock was already semi-hard.

This time, I held her from behind. My hands were on her stomach, and my cock was touching her round ass. I started kissing her neck. She started moaning in pleasure. I moved my hands and put on her boobs. She took a big moan and held my hands. I started moving my hands on her round firm boobs.

I could see that she was enjoying it. I could feel her nipples getting hard through her bra. I picked up her dress, and she helped me remove it. She was wearing a matching pink bra and panties. She was looking hot and sexy. I removed her bra and released her boobs.

Wow, what a wonderful boobs she had, perfectly round with small dark nipples. I started kissing her lips while playing with her nipples. Now she started responding by sucking my lips also. She was moaning heavily. I was playing with her aroused nipples. I could see that she was getting hot.

I slowly slid my hand to touch her pussy over her panty. It was already wet. I started playing with her pussy lips while pressing my cock against her round ass. My cock was hard like a steel rod. I rubbed her wet pussy with my hand, and my cock was rubbing her big round ass.

I made her sleep on the bed, resting on her back. L started kissing her from the top, moving down slowly. I was between her legs, and my hard cock was touching her wet pussy over the panty. I started kissing her beautiful boobs and put her nipple in my mouth, and gave her a gentle bite.

She screamed in sweet pain and pleasure. I started sucking her nipples one by one. She was moaning loud and pressing my head on her boobs. I was also enjoying her nipples. Then I moved down and kissed her beautiful navel. She was getting tickled. I went a little down and kissed her pussy.

I could smell the sweet aroma of her pussy. I removed her panties. Wow, she had a little pink pussy between her beautiful thighs. Her pussy had a lips like a rose petals. It was completely wet and dripping with juice. I started licking her pussy like mad. She was already aroused and was pressing my head on her pussy.

She was moaning in pleasure. I took my finger and inserted it in her tight pussy while licking her pussy. She took a big moan, and her body started shaking. She came within a minute, all over my face. Juices started flowing from her tight pussy. I stopped licking and started to undress myself.

Sheetal was looking at me in excitement and pleasure while I was undressing. She was looking at my muscular body and six-pack abs. I was just in my underwear. My cock was throbbing to come out. I slept next to her and pulled her on top of me.

Sheetal sensed the situation and started kissing my lips, going down to my neck. She started kissing my chest and nipples. I could see that she was not shy anymore. She went all the way down and started kissing my cock without removing my underwear. I think she was still a bit shy.

So I held her head with one hand and removed my underwear with the other hand. When she saw my cock in front of her eyes, she got shocked. Maybe she didn’t expect such a big cock. It was a 9-inch long and 4-inch fat uncut cock. Her eyes were wide open in amazement.

I took my cock and guided it into her mouth. She started sucking it slowly because it was hardly fitting in her mouth. But she knew how to suck cock. She held my cock in her hand and started moving her tongue all over my cock. I made her suck my cock for about 5 minutes. I made her sleep next to me.

I came on top of her and put both her legs on my shoulder, and started rubbing my cock on her pussy. I put my cock head on her pussy, and I was about to insert. She stopped me and said, “Please insert it slowly. This is the first time that a big cock will enter my pussy. Please be gentle.”

Her pussy was so wet and slippery I just gave a gentle push, and my entire cock was buried in her tight pussy. Sheetal screamed in pain and pleasure. I just stopped for a few seconds. I started moving slowly back and forth. Sheetal started giving slow moans.

She started to enjoy my cock in her pussy. She started screaming, “Sanju, please fuck me hard.” I was waiting for that, and I started fucking her wild, hard and fast. I was holding her boobs tight and fucking her pussy. Her legs were almost touching her ears.

I fucked her like that for about 10 minutes. Then with a loud moan, Sheetal started shaking, and her pussy exploded. All juices started flowing from her tight pussy. I turned her around and made her go into a doggy position. My god, her ass was so beautiful, nice big and perfectly round.

I couldn’t wait and shoved my entire cock in her pussy in one push. She screamed. But I kept fucking. After a few pushes, she started responding by moving her beautiful ass back and forth. I whispered in her ear, “Sheetal, your ass is very beautiful. I wish I could fuck you in your ass.”

She also whispered, “Not now, maybe some other time. Today I want to enjoy your big cock in my pussy. Please fuck me hard.” I started fucking her hard and fast. She started moaning louder. I was about to cum when she started screaming, “Please don’t stop. I am cumming.”

I increased the speed, and with one loud moan, I offloaded a big load of sperm in Sheetal’s pussy. Sheetal also cum at the same time. Both of us were exhausted, and we lay next to each other. Sheetal came over to me, kissed me, and said, “Thanks for giving me so much pleasure for the first time in my life.”

I just replied, “You are welcome anytime you want to enjoy.” Sheetal dressed up and left the room. I went behind her. Rakesh was looking at us. He also thanked me. I told Rakesh that I was ready for another session anytime. And then they both left.

To all my readers, I will post another part soon. Till then, send me your feedback. My email is [email protected].

Disclaimer: This is based on a true story. The names of the characters mentioned in the following story have been changed to avoid identification.

***

Hello, my lovely readers!

Since this is my first time writing on this wonderful site that I just recently discovered, allow me to introduce myself: I am Kaveri, and I am a 26-year-old bisexual woman living in Gurgaon all by myself. I was born and raised in Delhi, but I knew I had to move away from my parents for the sake of my freedom and independence. I wouldn’t say that I am the most beautiful girl in the room, but I have been called pretty on most occasions! I am 5’2” and my measurements are 36C-30-38. I am fair, have black eyes, and long black hair that reaches my waist. I have a small butterfly tattoo on my collarbone and a scorpion tattoo on my spine near my waist (yes, I am a Scorpio, haha!).

To quickly jump into the story would be doing injustice to the most passionate lovemaking I have ever experienced in my life. So, I would request everyone to be patient here. As the title states, I entered a short relationship with my domestic help (who no longer works for me as she moved back to her village with her husband). Although the time we spent with each other was short, I would never forget the mornings, afternoons, and evenings I spent with my tongue between her legs, rushing her into one orgasm after another.

Let’s name her Fatima – she was a gorgeous 20-year-old maid who would turn heads on the street when she walked by. She was fair, although slightly tanned. She was just a few inches shorter than me; so, around 5 feet. And she had the loveliest figure. Although she was petite, with 34B breasts, she had a slender waist and an ass that was perfect for that body. She had long hair, but she would always tie it up in a bun when she came to work and would alternate between wearing a saree and a suit every day.

Our story started in 2024 when I was 25. I had just moved to Gurgaon with a decent-paying job, which thankfully allowed me to work from home. I rented a 1BHK in one of the posher localities in the region and was supremely grateful that I didn’t have to share my apartment with roommates. My neighbors recommended Fatima to me and assured me that she was a good cook and cleaning lady. I was sold when I inspected her work (and her beautiful figure) and immediately hired her a few days later.

My attraction towards her started slowly. I was obviously very taken by her beauty the first time I met her, but I knew there were boundaries between an employer and a maid. But she was a treat to the eyes whenever she worked. I could not take my eyes off of her when she would bend down to sweep under the bed and offer me a decent view of her cleavage.

It was difficult to concentrate on my work when she would crouch near me to mop the floor, and the silhouette of her ass would be perfectly defined by her tight salwar suits. I would not lie when I tell you that I have rubbed myself on multiple occasions while thinking of her, and many times while she was in the house completing her chores. I guess the thrill of her walking in on me with my fingers in me was such a turn-on that I always reached an orgasm quickly.

I never acted on my feelings for her until one rainy day in August. Fatima had forgotten to carry her umbrella that day, and she was a sight to behold when I opened the main door. She was drenched head to toe and had a sheepish smile on her face. “Sorry, didi, chhaata laana bhool gayi (sorry, I forgot the umbrella at home),” she said as she walked in. Her tight salwar and churidar clung to her body like never before. And I silently thanked the gods for making it rain that day.

I brushed off her apology quickly and offered clean, dry clothes for her to change into. “Bimaar padh jayegi (you will fall sick),” I told her as I reached into my closet to hand her a tight t-shirt and pyjamas. She coyly accepted it, and I waited for her outside as she changed. As she opened the door, I could only gape in disbelief – she looked phenomenal in the outfit. She had also untied her hair to let it dry, and it flowed down till her ass.

“Wah Fatima, tu toh badi hot lag rahi hai (wow Fatima, you look hot),” I teased her, chuckling. She laughed nervously and told me that she had never worn anything like this before, not even before she was married. I nodded and stepped closer to her to inspect her better. I could see her nipples poking through the t-shirt, and I jokingly rubbed both of them with my thumb over her t-shirt. She let out a vehement squeal and stepped back, covering her breasts. I laughed and said, “Arre hum dono hi toh hai (it’s just the two of us here).” “Nahi didi, aise mat chidhao (no, please don’t tease me like this),” she muttered as she ran past me to the kitchen, her cheeks a little pink.

I inspected the clothes Fatima forgot on my bed. Her lime yellow salwar and churidar, her white worn-out bra, and finally, her white panty. I slowly picked it up and sniffed it, savoring the smell of her choot. I looked around to see if she was looking and quickly put it in my pocket. The day went by smoothly, although Fatima refused to make eye contact with me. I guess she was still embarrassed about what happened earlier in the morning. I kept a close eye on her – watching her hips sway in those pyjamas, her breasts slightly bounce as she jumped to clean the upper sides of the windows, and her ass while it shook when she cut vegetables.

Finally, when she completed all her chores, she informed me that she would be changing out of the clothes I lent to her. I nodded and told her that her clothes had probably dried by now and asked her to change (while being fully aware that one piece of her clothing remained safely tucked in my pocket). As expected, Fatima came out of my bedroom looking confused and clearly in search of something. She looked in every nook and cranny but could not find her panty.

“Kya dhoondh rahi hai? (what are you looking for?)” I asked, knowing the answer fully well. She shook her head, embarrassed to name her lost item. “Kuchh nahi didi, kal dekhlungi (nothing, I will look for it tomorrow),” she replied as she hurriedly left. That night, I wrapped her panty around my fingers as I rubbed myself to multiple orgasms while thinking of her.

A few days passed after that incident. Fatima had given up on her search for her missing undergarment and could finally make eye contact with me without blushing. However, my lust for her only grew. I knew I had to make a move or I would regret it for the rest of my life. I was always such a huge proponent of self-control, but around Fatima? I had to physically restrain myself from tearing the clothes off her body and marking her body with my lips. So, I devised a plan: I carefully started a pornographic video on my personal laptop of two women making out and left the room before she could enter it to clean it.

Just like I had planned, I entered the room a few minutes later to see Fatima hunched over the laptop, her eyes glued to the screen. I tiptoed behind her and whispered, “Kya dekh rahi hai? (what are you watching?)”. She yelped, dropping the broom from her hands. “Nahi didi, woh toh main aise hi… (nothing, I was just…)”, she muttered as she turned redder and redder. “Tune dekha hai kabhi aisa? (have you watched something like this ever?)”, I asked, increasing the volume to hear the women in the video moan as they scissored each other. “Didi… mujhe nahi pata tha do ladkiyan… (I didn’t know two women could…)”, her voice trailed off as she watched one of the women reach an orgasm.

I paused the video and gazed at her lustfully. “Fatima…”, I whispered as I moved closer. Before she could recover from the shock of watching such a video, I had already placed both my hands on either side of her head. She gulped as she looked up at me and just stared, her mouth agape. I guess she couldn’t process what was happening quickly enough. I smiled and bent down to kiss her slowly, my lips sucking on her bottom lip as my hands wandered down to her waist. She let out a protesting wail and shook her head while our lips were locked, but she surrendered as the kiss deepened.

As she gave in to her fate, I slowly reached under her kurti to touch her breasts over her bra. Her body jerked instinctively, and her eyes flew open. She tried to push me away and broke the kiss. “Didi, nahi…”, she said breathlessly as our eyes met, “mere shauhar… (my husband…)”, she began before I kissed her again. My tongue brushed against hers, and I slowly sucked on it. She moaned against my lips as my hand reached her back to unhook her bra. I could finally touch her bare breasts; I was on cloud nine.

Fatima could barely resist. Her eyes were closed as I groped her body and rubbed her most sensitive areas. I moved my kisses to her neck, and I could feel her body positively respond to it. Her gasps filled the room, and I was encouraged to finally do what I set out to do that day – I reached into her churidar to touch her choot. As I moved past her churidar’s elastic band, Fatima squealed and tried to push me away again. Ignoring her, I slowly slid my hand into her panties and felt her warm hole wet with juices. I grinned as her eyes widened – she could no longer hide how turned on she was. I had uncovered her secret: she was enjoying this.

“Achha nahi lag raha hai? Rehne doon phir? (You don’t like it? Should I stop this then?)”, I asked teasingly as my index finger ran across the length of her slit. She shuddered against my hand and looked at me pleadingly and wordlessly. I slowly inserted a finger in her while rubbing her left nipple between my fingers. Fatima’s body had opened itself up to me, and I leaned in for a kiss. She kissed me hungrily as I slowly thrust my finger repeatedly in her while massaging her breasts. A few weeks ago, who would have known that I would turn this innocent girl into a sex-hungry slut?

I fingered her vigorously before I decided that I should let her cum. She was already close, I realized, as I could feel her body push against my finger, wanting more of it inside her. I slowly maneuvered my way through her hairy bush and located her clit. Using the juices overflowing from her cunt, I gently rubbed her clit while bending down to kiss her neck. Fatima’s soft gasps and her increasing breathlessness ushered me to rub her clit faster.

Soon, her hands held on to my arms as her knees buckled. Her moans grew louder, and I, concerned that the neighbors would hear, pulled out her white panty that I had carefully saved for just this occasion and stuffed it in her mouth. Surprised at the revelation but having reached her climax, Fatima’s eyes widened only for her eyeballs to roll back as she trembled against my finger. I let her drop to her knees on the ground as her whole body shook while she orgasmed.

I crouched down beside her as she knelt on the floor on all fours, gasping for air while the white panty fell to the floor wet with her saliva. Her ass in the air and her soft moans still echoing in my bedroom, I took the opportunity to spank her once. She let out a shrill squeak and looked back at me with an accusing glare. I laughed as I leaned in to kiss her, pulling her body towards me. She returned my kiss with excessive enthusiasm, having finally learned a lesson in woman-on-woman pleasure.

“Mujhe teri choot dekhni hai (I want to see your pussy)”, I said after a while, breaking off the passionate kiss. Coyly, she slowly took off her churidar and panty and laid down on the floor to reveal her hairy bush. I slowly parted her hair to reveal a light brown cunt, pink on the inside. She was perfect even down there.

I parted her pussy with my fingers; her juices had spread to her thighs, and some even ran down to her butthole. I traced my fingers across her wet, juicy pussy and brought them to my mouth, tasting her juices. She gasped and turned her face away, embarrassed to have witnessed her juices being tasted. She tasted tangy with a hint of saltiness. I knew immediately that I needed to drink her cum from the source itself.

But alas, we were running out of time, and she had to go to other houses to work. After helping her up, I told her that she was not allowed to clean herself down there. I wanted her to go to work and back to her husband with a sticky mess between her legs. She did not protest; she simply smiled and nodded obediently. “Agli baar, uss choot ko chatungi main (next time, I will lick your cunt)”, I told her, lifting her face up by her chin before kissing her. She nodded again and shuffled back to her chores.

*-*-*

I hope you enjoyed the story! For any feedback, please write to me at [email protected].

Pehla part paden: TMKOC: Tapu Sena ke Sex ke Kisse

Aab aage-

Goli Pinku Sonu ke boobs bda rhe the aur Gogi Sonu ki ass daba raha tha. Sonu bhi siskiyan le rhe the

Sonu – Aaha umm uff.

Tapu – Tum bhi apni girlfriends mere sath share kroge.

Goli – Theek hai

Gogi – Badiya

Pinku – Done

Fir Tapu bhi apne kapde utar deta hai aur clubhouse ka door lock kar deta hai. Ab Gogi piche apna lund Sonu ki gand mein ragharne lag jata jai. Sonu Pinku aur Goli ka lund hilana start kar diya tha.

Ye dono ek haath se Sonu ke boobs daba rahe the. Ek dusre se Sonu ki thighs aur chut touch kar rhe the. Sonu bari bari Goli aur Pinku ko kiss bhi kar rahe the. Sonu ka ye roop dekh kar sab kuch jada excited ho gye the.

Gogi – Bohot mja aa raha hai. Lakin friends ye hmne pehle kyu nahi try kiya.

Pinku – Yar pehle hmko idea hi nhi tha.

Tapu – Guys pehle ki baaten bhula jao. Abhi jo fun karne wale hain usme concentrate karte hain. Lekin aapka promise mat bhoolna.

Goli – Sahi baat hai.

Ye sunkar sab hansne lagte han. Fir Sonu aapni tange felake neeche baith jati hai. Pinku aur Goli ka lund abhi bhi uske hatgon mein tha. Tapu bhi aapne ghutno ke bal betha.

Sonu ki inner thighs par kiss karte hue ek hath se Sonu ki chut sehla raha tha. Sonu neeche se bohot geeli ho chukin the. Fir Tapu Sonu ki chuti ko chusne aur chana start krta hai. Sonu bohot excited ho ghai the.

Sonu – Aa, hmmm

Tabhi Gogi ko mauka milta hai aur woh apna lund Sonu se muh mein daal deta hai. Sonu shock ho jati hai par kuch nahi bolti aur Gogi ke lund ko chusne lagti hai. Ye charon beech beech mein Sonu ke boobs ko bari bari dbate rahte the.

Kuch samay baad Tapu apna muh Sonu ki chut se neekalke zameen mein let jata hai. Sonu aapni chut ko Tapu ke lund se raghdne lagti the. Sonu Pinku Gogi aur Goli mein se kisi do ke lund hilati aur ek ko chusti. Tabhi Tapu Sonu ki kamar aapne dono haathon se pakadkar bola

Tapu – Sonu tujhe gangbang ka shok hai na, ye le.

Itna bolte hi woh aapna lund ek jhatke mein Sonu ke andar daal deta hai. Sonu ke muh se karahne ke aavaj aati hai lakin uske muh mein Pinku ka lund tha to jada zor se nhi aati. Tapu Sonu ko chodna shuru krta hai.

Tabhi Goli ko idea aata hai aur Sonu ke piche chala jata hai. Ek hath mein thoda sa thook nikale Sonu ki gand mein lgane lgta hai.

Sonu – Goli ye kya kar rha hai

Tapu – (majak karte hue) Goli masti nhi.

Goli – Aree Tapu tu Sonu ki chuti le raha hai thoda maje humko bhi lene de.

Itna bolne ke baad Goli ek ungli Sonu ki gandi mein daal deta hai. Sonu ko bohot mja aa rhaa thaa. Tapu Sonu ko choda raha tha aur Goli ek ungli uske andar bahar kar rhaa thaa.

Fir Goli aapni ungli neekalke aapna lund Sonu ki gand mein daal deta hai. Sonu aur Tapu pehle bhi anal kar chuke the to jada dikkat aai nhi. Sonu ho thoda dard ho rhaa thaa pr maja bhi bohot aa rhaa thaa.

Gogi aur Pinku beech beech mein Sonu ko kiss krte uske boobs ke sath khelte.

Fir Tapu aur Goli ne aapne aapne chudai ke speed bdai aur dono Sonu ke andar jhad ghai. Tapu aur Goli joor joor see haaf rhe the

Tapu – Sorry Sonu bohot maja aa rha tha, to hm andar hi jhad ghai.

Sonu – Relax Tapu koi baat nhi waise bhi mein birth control mein hun.

Itna bolte hi dono kudsi mein beth jate hn. Sonu ki thigh se dono ke cum neeche ko jam rahe the. Sonu usko aapne hath se poochke usko taste krti hai. Ye dekh Gogi Tapu ki jagah aur Pinku Goli ki jagah le lete hain.

Pehli baar Sonu ke saath sex ka maja le rhe the ye sochke dono teej teej chodna start karte hai. Sonu bhi thoda jor se morn krne lagti hai

Sonu – Aaammm. guys relax aaram se.

Lakin ye dono sun hi nhi rhe the. Sonu ko maja bhi bohot aa rhaa thaa. Kuch deer baad ye dono bhi Sonu ke andar jhad jate hai. Gogi Sonu ka face pakadta hai aur ek joor ka kiss dena start krta hai.

Dono ki toung aapas mein lad rhe the. Kiss 2 minutes tak chalta hai fir

Gogi – Sonu, aaj to maja hi aa ayaya.

Tapu – tujhko dekhe lag bhi rhaa hai.

Ye sunke sab hansne lagte han..

Pinku – Lakin really guys aaj ka din life ka best din thaa Sonu ka ye roop jo dekhne mila.

Goli – Pinku din nahi raat.

Sonu – Lakin guys abhi raat khatam kahan hui hai abhi.

Sab logg thoda thoda thak chuke the par Sonu ke ye baat sunke sab excited ho jate han. Sonu aab tak 4 baar jhad chuki the. 9 baje ye clubhouse mein aaye the abhi 9:40 hua thaa. Fir sabne socha ki time bacha hai.

Woh 20 minute ka break lete hn aur fir ek round aur krenge. Sabne apne apne parents ko call krke bta diya ki unko kuch college ka kam hai clubhouse mein sab sath milke kar rhe hn. Woh 11 bje tak aayenge.

Abki baar Tapu aur Gogi ne anal kiya.  Pinku Goli ne chuti mari. Par iss bar sab Sonu ke andar nhi jhade iss bar sbne ek circle banaya. Sonu ko ek bdiya sa cumshot facial diya. Sonu ka face pura cum se white ho gaya tha.

Uss din ke baad Gokuldham society ka clubhouse sex club ban chuka. Iss club mein abhi 4 hi male the Tapu, Goli, Gogi aur Pinku. Uss din se hafte mein ek din Tapu sena apni girlfriend ke sath gangbang karte.

Kabhi kabhi to Tapu apni sari girlfriends ko leke aata aur aacha khasa orgy hota. Gogi, Pinku aur Goli ki girlfriend bhi aati. Woh bhi aab chup chupke Tapu se chudwati the.

Sonu bhi ab kisi bhi Tapu sena ke member ke sath sex kar leti jab time milta. Tapu ne 1 mahine baad teeno ki girlfriend ke sath foursome krke badla bhi le liya.

To be continued.