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Hi Readers,

I’m Raj. I’m back with the story. Thanks for the wonderful response to my previous story; I was extremely overwhelmed by your response, as it was my first story. If you haven’t read it, please go and read the previous part.

Coming back to the story.

The next morning, I woke up with a bit of guilt for being overly excited and decided to take things calmly. Tanaya and I woke up late, so we just fondled for a while and got out of bed to freshen up. My parents were due to return anytime, so we didn’t have much time for another session. She left in the afternoon.

Days passed; Tanaya and I continued flirting over text and making out whenever we got the opportunity to be alone. We never ended up having sex due to one reason or another. It was all casual from the start between us; not like a relationship, but more of a “friends with benefits” arrangement. One day, while texting, Tanaya said that she would be alone the next day, and I should come over in the morning. I was excited and immediately agreed.

So, the next day, I left my home at 8:00 AM, following my regular college routine, but this time the destination was different. I reached Tanaya’s place in about half an hour and texted her to ask if I could come in. But she denied it, saying her parents and Ritika (her sister) had not left yet, and asked me to hide, as everyone in her family knew me.

Her family left the house in the next 10 minutes. And I was observing them from a distance, staying out of their sight. However, my eyes immediately got glued to Ritika, who looked fabulous in her attire. I wanted to stare at her for a long time. But they got into their car and left swiftly.

As soon as they left, I started walking towards the house, feeling mixed emotions – I was both sad and happy. I was sad because I wanted to watch Ritika a little longer, and happy because I was about to enter the house to continue Tanaya and my adventure. I tried to focus on the task at hand and entered the house. There she was, waiting for me. And as soon as I entered, Tanaya locked the door and took me to the bedroom – not hers, but her parents’ bedroom.

It was dark and cold, as Tanaya had closed all the curtains, and the AC was already on; she was all ready. I had never seen her parents’ bedroom before, as it was always locked whenever I visited her house. It was a big room with a TV and a queen-size bed. She asked me to sit and went to the kitchen to bring me something to eat and drink.

I switched on the TV and was casually surfing through the channels. Tanaya came with food and soft drinks, and we started chatting while watching TV. I kept the food aside, as she was the one I wanted to “eat” first. Casually, we eased into smooching, and I started pressing her boobs over her top. I inserted my hand inside her top from the back and unhooked her bra, this time in one go.

Tanaya removed the bra straps from under her arms and took her bra out. I just loved watching that. The bra was out, but her boobs were still covered with her top. I lay on top of her and started smooching her again. I started pressing her boobs after inserting my hand inside her top from that position. Those soft, mushy boobs were a treat to enjoy.

I moved to the side and swiftly removed Tanaya’s top, freeing those beautiful breasts from the confines of her top. Without wasting time, I took her left nipple in my mouth and started sucking it. Oh! She started moaning and enjoying the act, closing her eyes. I took the nipple in between my teeth once in a while, which sent waves of ecstasy through her body.

Tanaya was trying to get her hand inside my pants, which was difficult since I was wearing tight pants. I helped her by removing my pant button and unzipping my pants. I didn’t remove my pants completely, as I wanted her to do that job. She inserted her hand into my briefs and started playing with my already erect cock while I was busy switching between sucking each boob at a time.

I moved on from sucking Tanaya’s boobs and went down, kissing towards her waistline, and untied the knot of her tracks and removed them, along with her panties. I felt that her playing with my dick had started to kick in the desperation inside me again. So, I removed her hand from my cock and laid her on her back and went in between her legs. I was closely watching her pussy, which had grown some hair, but not dense hair – just enough to keep it attractive. I spread her legs and started kissing her above her pussy. She felt a tingling sensation. In no time, I took her vertical lips in my mouth and started sucking them.

“Ahhhh!” Tanaya started moaning with the pleasure I was giving her now. I started playing with her clit in between and also sucked it a few times. She pressed my head on her pussy with her hand. I brought my hand near her pussy and inserted one finger into her pussy and started fingering her while my tongue was busy licking.

Tanaya was lost in the pleasure, her eyes were closed, and the sounds of “Umm… Ahhh… Umm…” were reverberating in the room. It was all salty down there, as her excitement was flowing from her pussy in the form of her juices. She pulled me up from her pussy, pushed my pants down, along with my briefs, and took my cock in her hand and placed it over her pussy. I took control, as I wanted to tease her more and not repeat what I did the last time I was in this situation. I started rubbing the head of my dick in between her pussy lips in an up-down motion. That was making her both excited and mad, as she wanted it immediately.

The feeling was also too much for me to control anymore. So, I pushed my dick inside Tanaya’s pussy. It was not easy to push the entire length in one go. I removed my cock from her pussy and inserted it again. And this time, the entire dick penetrated her pussy. She had her eyes closed, and her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist. I started moving my dick, and we couldn’t wait anymore, as the excitement and pleasure were uncontrollable.

As I was about to move my dick in and out, Tanaya started moving her hips from the bottom. She was at her peak and hugged me tightly, and a loud “Ahh… Ahh… Ahhh…” moan was all I heard at that moment. She was having her orgasm, and that made her pussy contract on my dick.

Tanaya’s pussy gripped my dick so hard that I, without any control, came inside her pussy in gushes. I looked at her; she still had her eyes closed and an expression of relief. While I was feeling happy after cumming, I was disappointed that I couldn’t hold on for much longer again. I also came to the realization that I had come inside her. I kissed her forehead with all those thoughts in my mind and slid to her side.

The story will continue in the next part, as there is still more left between me, Tanaya, and Ritika.

In between all of this, I was always exchanging texts with Ritika. Her and I had built a good bond. I will explain everything in the next part, which will still involve me and Tanaya and an impasse we both hit, and the start of something with Ritika.

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Friends, this is an incident that happened about three years ago. It so happened that I suddenly had to go to Guwahati to attend a conference related to my work. The situation was that I had to go to Bangalore by train and then travel by air to Guwahati. So, somehow I got a waiting ticket in the upper class for the train to Bangalore, and luckily, it got confirmed. The flight to Guwahati was at 3 pm from Bangalore’s airport.

I had reached Bangalore by train in the morning, so I stayed in a hotel and rested for a while; then I got ready and left for the airport at 11:30 am. This is because it takes a long time to complete the travel formalities, and then it takes an hour to reach the designated terminal.

In this way, I reached the airport at 12:30. In the name of luggage, I had only a makeshift backpack. I just hung it on my back and sat in the lounge there. The sights of airports are wonderful and entertaining. Various types of Indian and foreign passengers, rich young women adorned with heavy makeup, flaunting their beauty, and teenage girls showing off their strong, fleshy thighs through torn jeans, and those glittering air hostesses passing by.

Meaning, there were enough resources available for a colorful person like me to feast my eyes on. So, my time was passing by imagining the naked bodies of these beauties and enjoying their sight.

I had to first get the boarding pass of the airline I was flying, and there was a long queue at that counter; so I started waiting for the crowd to disperse. Then my eyes fell on that young woman; she looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. There was a one-year-old child in her lap who was crying continuously.

There was a big trolley bag and a heavy air bag in front of the woman. She repeatedly consoled the child, hugged him to her chest, and patted his back to calm him down, but the child kept crying continuously. Due to the crying of the child, the people around looked at that woman with strange, complaining eyes. There was a lot of worry and confusion on the face of that poor woman. She would repeatedly look around with searching eyes and then, disappointed, she would start trying to calm the child.

I kept looking at her for a long time; I was wishing that I could help her in some way. Because, according to my nature, I couldn’t see a damsel in distress! Meaning, I couldn’t see any beautiful lady in trouble.

But we know that today’s times are bad. You may want to help someone with a sincere heart, but you can never say what kind of stigma you might get.

Then I remembered an old incident. I was going to Pune by train. Vendors selling goods in the train, beggars, etc., were running their own businesses. An elderly gentleman sitting on the seat in front of me was eating food from his tiffin. Then a beggar woman stood in front of them and started begging for food repeatedly by touching her forehead and stretching her hands in a beggarly manner. How can anyone eat food peacefully in such a situation?

Finally, the gentleman took two puris and vegetables and gave them to the girl. The girl went away eating the puri. After a while, she came back, lay down on the floor, and started screaming and pretended to vomit. Then her friends came from somewhere and started quarreling with that gentleman, saying that he had mixed something in the food given to that girl.

Their drama continued as usual, and the girl lying down started crying, saying, “Oh, I am dead… Oh, I am dead.” Then the RPF personnel also arrived. You can imagine what happened next. In the end, the gentleman was saved after paying Rs. 1,000 for the girl’s treatment. Such scenes are common, which try to arouse our human emotions and take advantage of them.

But seeing that woman in a troubled state, I could not resist and went to her and asked, “Madam, what is the problem with the child, and can I help in any way?” After listening to me, she sat there uncertainly for some time. On my repeated requests, she said hesitantly that the child is hungry and needs milk; she had forgotten to bring milk.

“Okay, madam. There is a dairy shop over there; I will get milk from there, okay?” I said. “Okay, sir, please give it to me. I will be very grateful to you!” she said and took out money from her purse and started giving it to me. For a moment, I thought of not taking the money, but then I thought that she might not like it. So, I took the money from her hand and bought milk from a nearby dairy shop and gave it to her.

The child was really very hungry; after getting the milk, he started drinking it quickly and then soon fell asleep. “Thank you very much, sir. I am going to travel by plane for the first time, and I don’t know anything about airports; I was not able to understand where I would get milk here. And then, how would I go to find a milk shop after leaving this luggage.” She said.

“Oh, there is no need to thank me; I can understand your problem,” I told her and sat next to her. Then we started talking. She told me everything about herself. In short, she was also going to Guwahati on the same flight as mine; her name was Manjula (name changed), and she was from a small town in Karnataka. Her father was a farmer, and he was a fairly wealthy man.

Manjula said that four years ago, she was married off at a very early age of 21 years, as per the atmosphere of the village. And at the time of marriage, she was doing her graduation. Within two years of marriage, her husband died in an accident, and she was two months pregnant at that time.

Manjula further said that after her husband’s death, her in-laws fought with her and threw her out of the house so that they would not have to give her a share in the property. Then, instead of fighting with someone and going to court, she decided to stand on her own feet and shape the future of her future children.

She further told that the financial condition of her maternal family is very good; farming is done on forty acres of land. If she wanted, she could have lived happily in her maternal family all her life. But she thought that by living in the village, her child cannot get a good education, and his future cannot be bright. So, she started preparing for various jobs and was successful too.

Then she further said that she has been posted at a high post in a central government office in Guwahati, and she has to go there and join. She also said that this is her first air travel. A friend of hers had booked the ticket for the journey, saying that,”The train journey will take three days. And in such a situation, you will be troubled with the child.”

“In which department have you got a job?” I asked casually. Understanding the gist of my words, she showed me all her documents, her Aadhar card, voter ID, joining letter, etc. After looking at all her documents, I came to know that she had done her post-graduation in English literature from a college in Karnataka. She was about to turn twenty-six.

After getting so much information about Manjula, I was now assured about her in every way. By talking to me, her confidence also increased, and now she looked happy. We kept talking about general things like this. At that time, the crowd of people waiting to get boarding passes had reduced considerably. Then I went and got boarding passes made for both of us and took adjacent seats and deposited our luggage as well.

“Sir, won’t my suitcase go with me?” she said in a doubtful tone. “Don’t worry; our luggage will reach Guwahati with us,” I said. “You have such a cute son; what is his name?” I asked while caressing the child’s head. “His name is Shiv!” she said, smiling a little. “It is a very cute name. His grandfather gave him this name,” she told me.

“Your name is so cute too… ‘Manjula’; this too must have been given by your father?” Saying this, I took Shiv in my lap. “Yes, sir!” she said in a short voice. “Get up, Manjula ji… let’s go to the terminal now. We will get our flights from there,” I said. When I said this, she took Shiv from me and stood up, holding him in her lap.

“Hey, madam, give me the child; we have to walk a lot further. There are many security checks ahead; you will get worried carrying the child,” I explained to her and took the child. Manjula started walking with me. The display board was showing that the flight to Guwahati would depart from terminal number four. So, we left.

Going further, after passing several security checks, we reached the lounge. There were big shops on both sides of the road. Various kinds of restaurants, bars, beer bars, foreign wine shops, shops selling ladies’ undergarments, and whatnot. Manjula was amazed to see all those sights.

“Sir, after coming here, it doesn’t feel like we are in our own country, India. I have never seen such grandeur, such dazzle anywhere else, not even in any mall,” she said, as if mesmerized. “Yes, that is true. Tourists from all over the world come here, so standards have to be maintained,” I said.

Talking, we soon reached terminal number four. There were still fifty minutes left for the flight to take off. We sat on the sofa there and started waiting. “Manjula ji, I will bring some breakfast; tell me what would you like to have?” I asked. “No, sir, let it be; I am not hungry,” she said in an uncertain tone.

“I am hungry; you sit here; I will bring something,” I said. And from the nearby shop, I brought two burgers, some packets of namkeen, chips, chocolates, etc., and a bottle of water. “Manjula ji, please eat something to accompany me,” I said and handed her a burger and also opened a packet of chips. “Sir, please don’t use ‘ji’ with my name; just call me Manjula!” she said.

“Okay, as you wish; from now on, I will call you Manjula; but you also should not call me’sir’; my name is Nakul; you can call me by name if you want,” I said. “No, I am young, and I will not call you by name; I will call you’sir’ only!” she said.

“Sir, this burger is very tasty!” she said while eating. “Yes, the food here is really good!” I said while putting chips in my mouth. I kept looking at Manjula having breakfast and admiring her beauty. She was really very beautiful. Her height must have been around five feet four inches, with a cute, round face, a full lower lip, and big, watery eyes that could easily captivate anyone!

Although the neck of her blouse was very small, the tempting bulge of her huge breasts was clearly visible over her saree. She had full, smooth, fleshy, fair arms. She wore two gold bangles on her wrists. She wore a beautifully designed gold chain around her neck, the lower end of which was hidden somewhere between the valley of her breasts.

Overall, in our local language, she was a hot chick worth fucking. As she had told me that it had been more than two years since her husband had passed away, she must be thirsty for sex. Because I had an idea as to how a strong current strikes the pussy of a young girl at such a young age and how it forces her to get fucked.

For a while, I thought that if I get to fuck her, how will I fuck her, and what all will I do. But soon I regained my composure and shook off those wicked thoughts from my mind and removed my gaze from her and started looking at the TV screen nearby. I did not want her to read my lustful eyes.

It was not possible to do anything with Manjula because we had to part ways after some time. And then, I also had to return after attending a conference in Guwahati. Yes, let me tell you one thing about myself: I am a very colorful person. But my colorful nature is limited only to watching porn and reading sex stories and seeing the youth of beautiful women and daydreaming about fucking them.

Till now in my life, I have never had sex with any other girl or woman except my wife, neither before marriage nor after marriage! The reason is that nothing happens just by wishing. And I could never muster the courage to do such a thing because, due to my family values, social prestige of the family, etc., I never had the courage to fulfill the dream of getting a new pussy for my dick.

And it is not that the women in the neighborhood or some of the hot girls in my office never gave me green signals to fuck them or never expressed their horizontal desire to get fucked by me through their vertical expressions. But I always remained a fool deliberately. Secondly, neither is my penis 8-9 inches long and 3 inches thick, nor can I fuck in a manner that would make the girls scream and tear their vaginas after fucking them all night long.

But seeing the gushing youth of this Manjula, I started having a strong desire to fuck her; I wish my cock could take a dip in the thirsty pussy of this beauty once or twice.

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Dear readers, thank you for your feedback. I am back with another story. This time. it is about an encounter in a kinky place (which I came to know later) and the price I had to pay for losing a bet.

About me, 6ft, 32wst, fair to wheatish in colour. Stay in Bangalore. I am bisexual and curious. I enjoy BDSM and Kink kinds of stuff, but not hardcore types. Love outdoors too. If you guys like my story, emails are welcome at [email protected].

This incident happened when I went to a location shared by one of the readers from ISS, Varun. I used to chat regularly. The place was on the outskirts of Bangalore, and I arrived there in the evening.

From the outside, the place looked pretty normal. But once I went in, it was like a huge pub/bar. The place had a mixed crowd of men and women. But surprisingly, most of the people were over 30 years old. Looked like the place was for mature people only.

I ordered a beer and some snacks and watched a match on TV. My friend Varun reached. He too joined in with a beer. We chatted for some time and drank more. After a while, we bet on the winner of the match. When the match ended, I lost the bet.

He said I would have to do as he says, and I agreed. I thought he might want me to pay the bill, but he had something more sinister in mind. He said he will tell me the task later. Meanwhile, we continued to drink and had a good time.

After some time, he held my hand and led me towards a room. He told me the task would be that I needed to be blindfolded. I let him do whatever he wanted. At first, I was a little hesitant. But I guess the alcohol effect took over, and I agreed.

He quickly blindfolded me and led me into a room. I thought he would at the max want to suck my cock, or my nipples and spank me or finger me. But what followed was nothing even close to this.

He made me sit on what I thought was a chair and removed my t-shirt. Then handcuffed both my arms. I was excited since he knew that I liked bondage. Next, he removed my pants and cuffed both my legs. Now my legs and hands were firmly strapped.

I could feel him strap and fasten some more belts on me. I was confused as to what that was. He moved away, and I could hear some levers being rotated. Slowly, the cuffs that held me started moving apart, and I was being stretched. He stopped the lever when I was almost stretched out.

Then he spanked me and laughed. I was in an X position. I thought this was it and that he would have some fun and leave. But it was just the beginning. He pulled some more levers, and the belts tied to my body started pulling.

I was being lifted in the air. Slowly, I was turned around. Finally, when he stopped the levers, I was lying down in a position, but suspended in the air. The belts were placed in such a way that they didn’t hurt. I was suspended in a sleeping position in the air.

This was new to me, and I got back to my senses. He tested the belts and scuffs and made sure everything was proper. He then again spanked me. I kept asking him what was happening, and he said he won the bet, so he was using it. I told him, “Do whatever you want, and let me go soon.”

He just laughed and said, “Not sure if you will be able to go today.” I was shocked listening to this and told him to let me go now. He said I am talking a lot and put a gag on my mouth so that I don’t talk or make noise. He said I look even better.

He then briefly went out for a moment. I thought he might have gone to get some drinks, but I was wrong once again. I heard the door opening and heard some footsteps. It sounded like more than one person was inside the room. I couldn’t even ask since I was gagged.

I felt a guy feeling my cock and balls. Then I felt a breast on my cock. I figured out it must be a girl. After playing with her breast on my cock, she started sucking it deep while squeezing my balls. Just as I was enjoying it, I felt a hand spreading my legs and fondling my ass.

Then he poured some lube and started fingering me. I felt awesome. He then inserted one more finger. Just when I was beginning to enjoy, both of them stopped. I could feel the girl move towards my face. My face was between her legs.

She held my hair and pushed my face on her pussy. She was rubbing my face all over her pussy. Sometimes she pressed so hard that I almost suffocated. She slowly removed the gag from my mouth and positioned her pussy over my mouth.

Just when I was about to say something, the guy pushed his entire cock in my ass in one go. I was about to scream when the girl pushed my mouth in to her pussy. I was literally screaming in her pussy. The guy started banging me.

Every time he pushed harder, my face would go deeper in her pussy. She told me to put my tongue inside her pussy. Before I could react, the guy spanked my ass and squeezed my balls. I quickly put my tongue inside her to avoid more pain.

My whole body was in pain from the torture and humiliation. This continued for some time. Every time I slowed down, my balls would be squeezed hard as a reminder. I was also spanked in between. At last, I could feel both of them on the edge.

The guy cum with a huge load while the girl cum all over my mouth and face. They then left me. While leaving the room, I heard them say it was definitely worth the bet and money. I wondered what they were talking about and started feeling scared.

Hope you liked it so far. Stay tuned for the next part.

This is the story of my sister-in-law, Latha, as told by my wife, Sudha. Sudha and I were neighbors. Sudha’s family consists of her mother, Kanaka, and her. Her elder sister, Latha, got married and moved to another city. Sudha’s father had passed away, and he was not a significant earning member. The family was run by all three ladies.

Now, the story as told by Sudha to me:

Latha worked in many areas. Initially, Latha faced many supervisors who harassed her wherever she went to work. Many asked for sexual favors, but Latha didn’t accept. At that time, Sarala and Ganesh moved into the house next to Sudha’s. Sarala is a good woman with a lot of helping tendencies, but she can’t control her emotions and often acts drastically. She gets angry over small things. Ganesh, on the other hand, is a gem of a person with a lot of helping tendencies and is very calm. However, one bad thing about him is that he can be influenced easily.

Sarala hired Latha as a maid in her house. As I mentioned earlier, Sarala used to get angry sometimes and shout at Latha, but other times she would praise her. Latha handled it, but when Sarala shouted, she would use bad words, which hurt Latha. However, Latha adjusted to the situation. Sarala is not a bad person, but she gets angry when things don’t go her way. Many times, in front of Ganesh, Sarala used bad words against Latha. When Ganesh asked Sarala why she was using bad words, Sarala again used bad words, this time targeting both Ganesh and Latha. After that, Ganesh never spoke up.

When Sarala was not around, Ganesh would talk to Latha. Ganesh often praised Latha for her work, which made her happy. Even Sarala praised Latha for her work at times. Things went on like this, but one day, Sarala told Latha that Ganesh didn’t want her to work in their house. She said this in front of Ganesh, who didn’t look at Latha at that time. Sarala said she was the only one supporting Latha. After this, Sarala repeatedly said that Ganesh was telling her that Latha should not work in their house, but when Sarala asked him for a reason, he didn’t say anything. Sarala asked Latha if she hadn’t done the work assigned by Ganesh, but Latha said she had done the work.

Meanwhile, Latha noticed that Ganesh was not speaking to her directly while looking into her eyes. But he would often come around her while she was working and secretly look at her. When Latha shared this with me, I told her to go and talk to Ganesh. Latha also felt that it was the right thing to do, as Ganesh seemed to be dealing with something. And Latha felt it was her responsibility to support him, just as he had supported her many times.

One day, when Sarala was not around, Latha went to Ganesh and asked him why he didn’t want her to work in the house and why he wasn’t speaking to her. Ganesh initially didn’t answer. But when Latha asked him again and again, he cried and told her that he had fallen for her. He felt every minute that he should express his love to Latha and run away with her to some other place and live with her. Latha was shocked by Ganesh’s answer, but she didn’t run away because Ganesh was still crying.

Latha asked him why he felt that way and when he started feeling like that. Ganesh replied that he didn’t know why he felt that way, but he had been feeling like this for a very long time. Latha asked Ganesh straight out if he wanted to have sex with her and if that’s why he was speaking like this. Ganesh told Latha that he wanted to have sex with her, but it wasn’t just for a day or a week; it was for his entire life, and he wanted to keep her as his wife. Ganesh also said he wanted to have children with Latha.

Finally, Ganesh told Latha, “I love you, Latha. Please accept my love.” At that moment, Latha didn’t know what to say. She had seen men harass her and ask for sex, but Ganesh was loving her and asking for babies. Latha left the place while Ganesh was still in the same condition.

Latha came and shared this with Sudha and her mother, Kanaka. Kanaka smiled when she heard this. Latha asked Kanaka why she was smiling, and Kanaka told her that Ganesh would leave Sarala and marry Latha. Latha said she would not marry Ganesh and spoil a woman’s life like that. Kanaka told Latha that she would also marry Ganesh and to mark her words.

The next day, Kanaka went and spoke to Ganesh and came back smiling. Latha and Sudha asked her what she had spoken to Ganesh about. Kanaka said she had spoken to him to know whether he loved Latha. Latha asked Kanaka what she had found out, and Kanaka told her that Ganesh had a lot of love and lust for her. She also said he wouldn’t let her sleep alone even for a single night. Kanaka said Ganesh wanted to marry Latha, or else he would die.

Latha couldn’t say anything about this. Kanaka told Latha that she would help them with the marriage. Latha told Kanaka that she hadn’t even discussed marriage. Kanaka told Latha that she had crossed her age and knew about her daughter. Kanaka also told Latha that she wanted to marry Ganesh and loved him a lot. Kanaka asked Latha if she wouldn’t marry Ganesh if Sarala were dead. Latha looked down and said she would marry him, but she didn’t want Sarala to die. Kanaka said she had just told them to bring out what was inside Latha, and nothing would happen in the same manner.

After this, Kanaka told Latha many good things about Ganesh, and slowly Latha started to have feelings for him. Kanaka would daily tell Latha how Ganesh and Latha would be the ideal couple. Initially, Latha resisted this a lot. But over time, she stopped saying anything. After two months, one day, Kanaka was smiling a lot and entering the house. Sudha and Latha asked her why she was so happy, and Kanaka said she had met Ganesh and come. Latha asked eagerly what had happened, and Kanaka said there was a surprise for her the next day.

The next day, early in the morning, Sarala went for a function and told Latha that she would return at night only. Ganesh went for a bath and asked Latha to place a towel on the bathroom door. Meanwhile, Sudha saw Kanaka closing the front door of Ganesh’s house and locking it. Sudha asked Kanaka what she was doing, and Kanaka said everything was for good. Kanaka told Sudha that if she wanted her sister to have a good life, she should be quiet.

Latha was preparing breakfast, and at 6:30 am, Ganesh came out of the bathroom, crossed Latha, and went to the hall. Only then did Latha notice that Ganesh was not wearing anything. Latha’s heartbeat was racing, and Ganesh asked her to bring him coffee. Latha went with the coffee, and at that time, she saw Ganesh not wearing anything and was completely nude.

Latha kept the coffee on the table and ran to the front door, but it was closed. Latha, facing the door, asked Ganesh to open it and said she had to go home. Ganesh told her he hadn’t closed the door. Ganesh took leave for the office, and he was still nude. Latha asked Ganesh to wear something, but he said he wouldn’t. If Latha didn’t have any feelings for him, why was she worried? Ganesh told Latha that he had already started feeling that she was his wife, and he said he would be like this only in front of his wife. Latha couldn’t do anything.

For the next few minutes, there were lots of sounds from Latha. Afterward, they heard Ganesh crying for some time, and Latha crying for some time. After that, the sound became silent by around 8 am. When Kanaka looked inside, she saw Ganesh still nude, sitting close to Latha, and holding her hand, pleading with her. At around 9 am, Kanaka came to Sudha and asked her to come quickly. Sudha also went, and Kanaka asked her to look inside. Sudha was shocked; she saw Ganesh and Latha completely nude, lying on the bed, with Ganesh trying to enter Latha, and Latha guiding Ganesh’s penis inside her. Sudha asked Kanaka how this had happened.

From 9 am, Sudha and Kanaka heard only a “thap thap” sound. And in between, Ganesh shouted, “I love you, Latha,” then “Latha… Latha… Latha… my love.” Sudha heard Latha shouting, “Ganesh… Ganesh… Ganesh… take me fully, I am yours. Fuck me wherever you want and whenever you want.” Then Ganesh shouted during sex, “Latha, please marry me and become my wife. I can’t live without you.” Latha would say, “I am your wife already. Do whatever you want.”

Sudha asked Kanaka to open the door to give them lunch, but Kanaka refused to open the door, saying they were satisfying a bigger hunger than the one in their stomach. At around 3:30 pm, Kanaka opened the door, and Sudha also went with her. Sudha saw Latha lying completely naked in the bed, with Ganesh’s semen dripping from her pussy. Sudha then noticed Ganesh’s semen was all over Latha. Latha’s pussy had swollen a little, and she had not regained consciousness yet.

Sudha showed the swollen pussy to Kanaka, who laughed and said this was what happened when you tried to control your feelings a lot and showed them one day. Kanaka told them that they might have had sex 6-7 times continuously, which was why it had swollen, and it was normal. It would get all right automatically. Latha’s hair was all over the place.

Sudha then understood the lust of Ganesh for Latha and thought Kanaka was right about it. Meanwhile, Ganesh came out of the kitchen, went to drink some water. And at that time, Sudha and Kanaka came inside. Afterward, he found a small towel in the kitchen, tied it around his waist, and came out. Then only Sudha saw that even on Ganesh’s body, there were a lot of bite marks and nail marks. Sudha told Kanaka that she had proved she was their mom, as she had found out about Latha’s lust for Ganesh. Kanaka smiled proudly.

Ganesh got Latha up, and she was not able to wear anything. She came out nude, and Sudha took her to their house. Sudha noticed Kanaka speaking to Ganesh and heard her say something that made Ganesh blush. Sudha heard this alone; Ganesh was telling Kanaka, “Please somehow make our marriage happen.” Kanaka said, “Leave it to me, and just do what I say. I will take care of the rest.”

After two days, Latha came to Sudha and asked for help. Sudha asked why she was asking, and Latha said, “Ganesh wants to fuck me. Can you please stand outside and give us an alarm if Sarala is coming?” Sudha asked, “You guys have started fucking, but have you thought about how the marriage will happen?” Latha said they didn’t know, and Ganesh told them their mom would take care of that.

Latha believed in that, and she couldn’t live without Ganesh after this. Sudha laughed and thought in her mind how much Latha was longing to fuck and get fucked by Ganesh. Like this, things continued. Every time, Sudha would guard both of them when they were having sex. Sometimes Sarala would come in between, and Sudha would give the signal. Things went like this.

At this time, there was news in the village that Ganesh and Latha were having an affair. Latha and Ganesh were shocked to hear this and were afraid of Sarala. But Sarala didn’t believe it. Later, Latha, Ganesh, and Sudha came to know that Kanaka had spread the message. Latha shouted at Kanaka, asking why she had done that. Kanaka said she knew what she was doing and told Ganesh that somehow they had to get this matter to Sarala smoothly. And only then would Ganesh and Latha’s marriage happen.

Initially, Ganesh and Latha would have sex once a week, but later it became thrice a week. Initially, Kanaka gave camphor oil to Latha so that it would stop pregnancy. Latha and Ganesh had to apply it to their private parts while having sex. But after two months, Kanaka asked them to stop using it and have sex. They did that.

One day, Latha and Ganesh were having sex, and Sudha was guarding them. Sudha saw Ganesh and Latha had completely forgotten the world and were having sex very passionately. At that time, Kanaka came and asked Sudha to go to the shop and get some groceries. Sudha told Kanaka about Latha and Ganesh, but Kanaka said she would guard them. So Sudha left.

At that time, Sarala came, but Kanaka didn’t alert Latha and Ganesh. She went and hid somewhere. Sudha also returned from the shop, but it was too late. Sarala saw both Ganesh and Latha having sex passionately and shouting “I love you” to each other. Sarala became very angry and started beating Latha. Latha didn’t know where she had kept her dress, and even Ganesh didn’t know.

Latha ran nude outside the house, and Sarala and Mudukku were beating her with a broomstick, shouting words at her. Ganesh didn’t know what was happening. And instead of searching for clothes, he started running behind Sarala to save Latha. At one point, Latha fell, and Sarala got hold of her and beat her with chappals.

Sudha ran to help Latha, but Kanaka stopped her. Ganesh immediately came to save Latha and fell over her so that Sarala wouldn’t be able to beat her. Sarala became exhausted, and Kanaka immediately came and took Latha and went inside. Sudha also went inside while Sarala went inside her house. Ganesh too went inside.

Afterward, Latha, Kanaka, and Sudha heard a lot of noises from Sarala in their home. Meanwhile, Latha was angry with Sudha and asked where she had gone. Kanaka told what had happened and said she had done it intentionally. Latha didn’t ask anything of Kanaka.

At night, Ganesh arrived slowly after Sarala had fallen asleep. As soon as Latha saw Ganesh, she ran to him and hugged him tightly. Ganesh also hugged her back. Then, Ganesh asked Kanaka what to do next. Kanaka explained that she had intentionally revealed their affair to Sarala, and Ganesh accepted this. Kanaka advised him to apply for a divorce, citing Sarala’s inability to bear a child as the reason. Kanaka gave a signal to Latha, who immediately took Ganesh’s hand and led him to a room. The rest of the night was filled with the sound of their lovemaking.

The next day, Ganesh met with a lawyer and sent a divorce notice to Sarala. Sarala was furious and came to their house, shouting and causing a scene. Kanaka confronted her, saying that this was God’s punishment for her arrogance. Sarala eventually left, but later that night, she returned and pleaded with Ganesh to reconsider.

However, Ganesh was resolute and didn’t listen to her. He then came to their house, where Sudha asked him how he had managed to leave Sarala. Ganesh revealed that he had added sleeping tablets to Sarala’s drink, just as he had done the previous night. Kanaka glanced at Latha, who took Ganesh’s hand and led him to a room, where they resumed their lovemaking.

Around midnight, Sudha heard a knock on the door and got up to answer it. Kanaka also came to the door, where they found Sarala standing outside. Sarala asked where Ganesh was, but Kanaka claimed she didn’t know. Just then, the sound of Ganesh and Latha’s lovemaking grew louder, and Sarala shouted Ganesh’s name. Kanaka scolded her for shouting, and Latha emerged from the room, wearing a sleeveless short nighty.

Latha asked what was wrong, and when she saw Sarala, she told her that Ganesh was not there. Sarala pointed to the floor, where they saw drops of Ganesh’s semen falling from Latha’s genitals. Sarala insulted Latha, calling her a bitch who was fucking another woman’s husband. Kanaka retorted that Latha would soon have a husband, and Sarala would not. Latha went back inside without saying a word, and as she walked away, they saw more drops of Ganesh’s semen falling from her genitals.

The next day, Sarala pleaded with Ganesh to take back the divorce notice, but he refused, saying he wanted to marry Latha. After Ganesh left, Sarala came to their house and fell at Latha’s feet, begging her to leave Ganesh. However, Latha was unmoved. Sudha helped Sarala up, and Latha offered to help her financially.

Just then, an old lady arrived and took Latha inside a room. Sarala was confused, and even Kanaka went inside. Sudha explained to Sarala that Ganesh and Latha were getting married, and Latha was getting a tattoo of Ganesh’s name on her breasts and near her genitals. Sarala was shocked and fell at Kanaka’s feet, begging for help. Kanaka lifted her up and promised to speak with Ganesh, but also made it clear that she couldn’t stop the marriage.

The old lady finished the tattoo and came out, and Sudha went inside to see Latha. She emerged with a smile and mockingly told Sarala that Latha had gotten tattoos of Ganesh’s name on her breast and near her genitals, with an arrow pointing to her genitals. Sarala was unresponsive, and Sudha realized her mistake.

The next day, Sarala asked Kanaka about her situation, and Kanaka told her that Ganesh was still angry and needed time to cool down. Kanaka didn’t allow Ganesh and Latha to have sex until their wedding night. On the day of the wedding, everything went smoothly, and Ganesh and Latha registered their marriage. Since Ganesh hadn’t registered his marriage to Sarala, this would be his official marriage. The wedding night was arranged at Ganesh’s house, and Kanaka told Sarala to bring her things to their house for safekeeping.

Before the wedding night, Kanaka whispered something in Ganesh’s ear, but he just shook his head. Sarala wondered what it was about. As Ganesh entered the wedding night room, he removed all his clothes and threw them outside. There were no clothes inside the room, so if he needed to come out, someone would have to provide him with clothes.

Sarala watched as Kanaka brought Latha to the room, and Sudha joined them. Latha didn’t look at Sarala and was completely nude. Sudha was shocked. And as they reached the steps of Ganesh’s house, Kanaka removed the saree covering Latha. The door opened, and Ganesh emerged, nude and erect, and lifted Latha into his arms. Kanaka closed the door from outside. And except for Sarala, everyone was laughing.

The next morning, Kanaka and Sudha went to check on the newlyweds. Sarala, who had been sleeping, woke up and joined them. They went to Ganesh’s house, where they found Latha lying naked on the bed, with one leg hanging off the side. There was fresh semen oozing out of her genitals, and Ganesh’s cum was everywhere on her body.

Kanaka casually pointed out the various places where Ganesh had cum, describing how he must have fucked Latha each time. Latha was still unconscious, and Sudha showed Kanaka her swollen and reddish genitals. Kanaka laughed and said that Ganesh must have fucked Latha at least 8-9 times that night.

After a while, Ganesh emerged from the bathroom, wearing a small towel. Sudha and Sarala saw that he had lipstick marks on his body, as well as bite marks and nail marks. Kanaka told Sarala to apologize to Latha and fall at her feet in front of Ganesh. Sarala hesitated but eventually did so.

Kanaka asked Ganesh to consider Sarala’s plea, and Ganesh told Sarala that she could stay in the house, but Latha would be his wife. Sarala would have to obey Latha and ask her for anything she needed. Ganesh would not be involved in their interactions, and Sarala should not disturb their privacy.

From then on, Ganesh and Latha would often have sex in front of Sarala. One day, Sarala asked Sudha for help in finding a job, and Sudha told Ganesh about it. Initially, Ganesh was reluctant, but eventually, he found a good job for Sarala. After that, Sarala left the house, and later, Ganesh and Latha shifted away.

Hello, friends.

I’m back with a new true story. My name is Vikas, and I hope you enjoyed my previous stories. You must be excited for this new one, given the good response to the previous stories and the few beauties who appreciated them.

Let me describe myself as an average-looking guy with a thick dick. This story is about my widowed aunt, who is 42 years old with a sexy figure. I was her favorite person, and she used to share most aspects of her life with me. She cared for me deeply, as she doesn’t have any children.

After her husband passed away, she was alone and got busy with her job. A few years later, we had a wedding in our family in our village. I went to my aunt’s place to invite her, and she was wearing a white kurti. We started our normal conversation, and at that time, I never had any bad intentions towards her.

As she brought coffee for me, she bent down and was serving me. I got a glimpse of her cleavage, where her breasts were pressing against each other in her black bra. As she sat in front of me, I started to notice her figure, which gave me an erection. As she was going back to the kitchen, I started to stare at her back and got a view of her ass in the kurti, where I could see the cuts of her underwear.

That night, I couldn’t sleep and jerked off thinking about her. After a few weeks, we all went to the village for the marriage function. We were all busy decorating the house, and my aunt was wearing a white saree. We had a normal conversation as I was helping her with the decoration, and she was full of sweat due to the hot weather, with tiny drops of sweat around her body.

Due to the sweat, her blouse was wet, and the saree was falling from her blouse, giving me a sexy view of her blouse. I could see her cleavage and round breasts in the blouse. Sweat droplets were rolling down via her cleavage inside her blouse. Seeing this, I was too aroused, so I went to the washroom and jerked off. Our village washroom was almost 100 meters away from our house, made of small bricks. And if anyone wants to go, they need to walk that distance.

That night, around 10 p.m., I went to smoke behind the washroom so no one could see me. While smoking, I heard someone coming near the bathroom, and the lights were turned on. As I was behind the washroom, the light came through the bricks, and I found there were holes in the brick. I tried to see through those holes and saw it was my aunt.

In that moment, she picked up her saree and removed her black underwear and started to pee. I was not able to react as I was lost in her beauty. Especially the way she picked her saree and removed her underwear had me awestruck. Because of that, I was able to see her milky thighs and her small, hairy pussy.

I was so lost in her that I forgot I had a smoke in my hand, and due to which I burnt myself, and screamed in a low volume. She heard my scream and immediately said, “Who is it?” Then, she dropped her saree down without wearing underwear, and in a hurry, she came out.

As we both were afraid, and after seeing me, she said in a rude tone, “What are you doing here?” I said in a low voice, “Please don’t say to anyone that I smoke, as I came to smoke here,” and said, “Would you like to smoke too?” I was able to see anger on her face. But then I said, “Let’s go; it’s too late,” and we went back to our respective beds.

That night, I was thinking about her sexy milky thigh and pussy and the way she tried to pee by taking her saree up. And I jerked off 3-4 times that night, imagining fucking her in different positions.

The next day, I tried to help her with decoration, but she was ignoring me and was giving me angry looks. Then, I told her that I wanted to talk with her. So, we came out of the home in an open area, and I tried to show her that I hadn’t seen anything. I told her, by diverting her thoughts, “Please don’t give angry looks for smoking.” So, she might think that I hadn’t seen her, and I lied that I was feeling uneasy and needed to rush to the bathroom, as I was planning something different. Once she goes to the bathroom, I will follow her.

She was wearing a green saree this time. So, by 7 p.m., it was somewhat dark, and she went to the bathroom. So, I followed her slowly. And once she closed the door, I went close to the washroom and heard the sound of peeing. I went ahead and, quickly, opened the door. The door was old, so it got opened. And I got a view of her big, sexy white ass as her saree was up.

She immediately got up and screamed at me and said, “What are you doing?” I said sorry and said I was not aware that she was inside. In anger, she slapped me and went back home. That night, I jerked off again, thinking of the previous day’s milky legs and today, seeing her big white ass.

I was afraid that she may tell everyone about last night, so I started ignoring her from the next day. So, whenever she came in front of me, I used to change my path. She noticed that I was ignoring her which was a good thing because I wanted to make her feel her guilty. I wanted to make her feel as though it was her fault.

So, after 2 days, she came near me and said to meet me at 11 p.m. near the washroom, as she also wanted to smoke. So, at night, I went at 10:45 p.m. And while going there, she saw me, and she followed me by checking that no one was seeing.

Then, she came near me and asked for a smoke. So, I lit a smoke and gave it to her, and she said, “Did you come purposefully in the washroom that day?” Because one day before that, she also caught me smoking, and she asked, “Did you see me while peeing?” I kept silent, so she angrily asked me, and I said ‘yes’, and she started crying and told me how I could I do that, as she is my aunt.

I tried to console her that it was by mistake, and indirectly, I said that I want to see it again and feel her. She angrily looked at me and said, “Do you understand what you are saying? I am your aunt. I don’t have my husband. That doesn’t mean I am a slut that you should try on me,” and then she started crying.

I again started to console her by keeping her in my arms, but she was moving away from me. After 3-4 times of refusal, she calmed down a little and came into my arms and kept her head on my chest. And after that, there was silence for a few seconds.

I don’t know how I got the courage, but I kept one hand on her boobs and slowly squeezed it from the side over her blouse and again waited for a few seconds. As there was no response from her, I again slowly started to rub my hand on her boobs from the side and started pressing her boobs. It seemed that her boobs had grown a little bit, and they were very soft while pressing. While pressing her boobs, I heard a low voice moan from her.

Then, I realized that it’s the right time now. So, I tried to insert my hand inside her blouse, but it was tight. Then, anyhow, I inserted my hand and grabbed her right boob and started pressing it, and I was teasing her by pressing her nipple. Then, she tried to push me and said no, it was wrong. So, I removed my hand and pushed her towards the wall and saw her face. She was glowing in that dark night. And without thinking about anything, I tried to kiss her. And after a few seconds, she started to respond.

While kissing, I started pressing her boobs over her blouse. And then, I removed her saree pallu, broke the kiss, and started licking her cleavage. She started feeling uncomfortable and started to pull my hair. Then, she came to her senses and said, “No, we can’t do this.” I requested her that, “Please, I love you, and don’t leave me in this way, as I will die if you go away.”

Then, she was leaving me, and after lots of requests, she said that it was not the right place. So, I understood that we needed to get a room. So, while leaving the washroom area, I said, “Go to the washroom, please… I want to see your thigh.” She said, “Not here; let’s go to the room.” But I pushed her in the washroom and started to take her saree up as she was resisting me, but she failed. And I said, “I just want to see, and I will do nothing.”

So, I took her saree up there, and I was able to see her milky thigh in that dark room. So, without wasting time, my hands went near her panty, and I pulled it down. And then, I started to lick her pussy. She started to beg me, “Please don’t do it,” but I was so high that I hadn’t listened to her, and I continued licking her pussy. I was able to feel that she was already wet, and she started to moan. Next, she started to press my head inside her pussy.

As her moaning voice started increasing, I said, “Let’s go inside the room,” and we quickly went inside the room, locked the room, and made her lie on the bed. I moved her saree above her knees and started licking her thigh and then her pussy. She started to beg me, “Please fuck me; I can’t wait any more.” Then, I said, “Now it’s the beginning.”

Then, I started kissing her navel and was pressing her boobs over her blouse with both hands. While pressing her blouse, I tore her blouse and started to suck her boobs over her black bra. Then, I inserted my one hand inside her saree and started fingering her pussy and started to kiss her.

She was in heaven and started to take heavy breaths. She removed my t-shirt and started to rub my back with her nails, bringing me closer. Then, I removed her complete saree with her petticoat and removed her bra, and her body was glowing in the dark. I turned on the lights and said, “Let me see your figure,” where she was feeling shy and tried to cover her with her saree again.

I jumped on her and removed the saree from her and made her stand nude. I was stunned by seeing her figure, as I got more erections. Her boobs were perfect, huge, and round in shape. And her pussy was just awesome – white-pink in color with tiny hairs. And her ass was just a huge thing that should be banged daily.

I went close to her and started kissing, and she inserted her hand inside my pants and started to jerk it. I removed my pants, and she went down and started to lick my balls and said that she was waiting for this huge and thick dick to feel it. Then, she took my dick in her mouth and started to give a blowjob. What a hot feeling I was getting inside her mouth. And in a few minutes, I felt that I was going to come. So, I removed my dick and started to lick her pussy.

And then, I spread her legs and tried to insert my dick into her pussy, but it was tight. And she was moaning madly, so I kept one hand on her mouth so no one could hear her voice. Next, I inserted my dick into her pussy. She was in so much pain that she grabbed me tightly and started crying, as her face was fully red. But within a few seconds, she became normal and said to do it faster.

So, I increased my speed and, at the same time, was pressing her boobs and sucking her nipples. She removed my hand from her mouth and started kissing me and said, “More… today I am a whore for you to fuck me harder.” Then, I picked her both legs, kept them on my shoulder, and started to fuck her. She was in heaven. And as she was moaning, she said, “Faster and faster,” as she was going to cum. And then, with a few more strokes, she came. And then, I was also going to come. So, she removed my dick and started to give a blowjob. So, I evacuated all the sperm in her mouth, and she drank it.

After that, we lay beside each other for a few minutes with all our sweat on each other’s bodies. After a few minutes, she stood and started to search for a bra and pants. I said, “What are you looking for; it’s not done yet.” She said, “What now?” I pulled her hand and made her lay over me and started to press her ass and said, “Now this hole is remaining,” and I said, “Let me give you full satisfaction so that you will remember me every day and think about it.”

Feeling her ass, I again got an erection. And then I made her get into the doggy position. Then, I spread her legs and kept both hands on her big round ass. Next, I pointed my dick to her ass hole and inserted it in. She screamed with pain, as her hole was small. Then, I applied oil to my dick and tried again to insert it in her asshole.

This time, it went inside properly, and I started to give her doggy strokes, by which the room was full of the sound of “ghop ghop ghop,” and her sound, “aaahh aahhhh aaahhh.” But she started to enjoy it after a few seconds. And then, I grabbed her hair with one hand, and with the other hand pressing her boobs. I was fucking her ass in full force. And in some time, I released my sperm in her ass.

After that, we slept for a few hours naked in each other’s arms. And in the morning, we again did another session. And then we used to fuck each other 2 or 3 times in a week regularly once we came back home.

*****

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Hi Everyone, Anna here. Sorry for the delay in part two. Since I wanted to share the exact experience of my story, I write when I am alone, away from my husband and children. But I want you to know that my husband knows everything about this incident.

How did I get the courage? How am I doing this? Feels like I’m a college girl again. How am I following this handsome stranger wearing this short cute dress and with my poking nipples visible through the dress.

I forgot my husband and my kids. Am I in love? Is this the thrill? Why am I following him? Am I craving his touch? Is it cos I am horny? Or am a slut?

I just followed him into the parking lot. His black sexy Thar was something else. Salim opened the door for me, and as I got in, he closed the door. The car smelled of leather, and he got in, turned on the car and the AC.

Me: Where to?

Salim: Your home?

Me: Nice joke.

Salim: I am serious, your husband and kids must be waiting.

Me: I can’t go in like this.

Salim: Why not?

Me: Look at my dress, and I’m not even wearing a bra.

Salim: You want your bra?

Me: If I’m going home, yes

Salim: Then take your breasts out.

Me: Are you joking? Now? In here?

Salim: Don’t worry, this car is tinted. And that’s your only choice.

Me: Promise you’ll return my bra?

Salim: Yes! Now take your tits out, Anna!

His words, like a command, made me pull my dress down. My breasts are hanging out. How is he doing this with just words? As soon as my breasts were visible, he was smiling at me.

His words were, “The first time I saw you on Facebook with your husband and kids, I wondered if you were an innocent like your looks. But look at you now, such a dirty little woman.”

He held my nipples with two fingers and he said, slut and pinched them. I looked into his eyes and I realised, am his slut now. And there is nothing I can do now. I will have to do anything he asks before he drops me off at home.

My nipples are aching. I told him to stop, but he didn’t.

Salim: Haha, today you are mine.

Out of nowhere, he pulled me near and started kissing me on my lips. He was sucking it like a candy. A max of 15 seconds, and he pushed me away, pulled my seatbelt and strapped it. Without realising what was happening, he just started the car.

An automatic, where his left hand is free. It has already started roaming on my thighs under my small dress. He made sure his touch is soft enough that whenever it reaches my clits, he touched it so well. I wanted it to be more than 45 minutes of driving.

A dress? Was it really there? Breasts hanging out, legs wide open. A husband is waiting for me at home, and the kids are waiting for their mother. With a stranger, submitted, naked, touched, groped, and used. But no regrets.

Salim: Don’t open your eyes.

I could hear windows rolling down, wind blowing on my face, boobs, open legs. Are people watching me naked? If yes? And I realised that it’ll make me happy even if a few people see.

And suddenly the windows closed and the car stopped. I was looking at the sea, at Vypin Beach. I was naked with the windows open on the way to Vypin Beach. And as I realised what just happened.

Salim: Get out of the car.

Me: What?

Salim: Go and get me a packet of peanuts.

Me: Like this?

Salim: Fix your clothes

Me: But I am not wearing a bra.

Salim: Let us see if you’ll get a discount.

Me: No

Salim: Do you want to go home?

Me: Yes.

Salim: Then do what you need to do.

I fixed my clothes, and he interrupted and pulled my collar down to make my cleavage visible. He pulled it down until half of my breasts were exposed, and he asked me to go like that.

I got out of the car, and the wind from the sea was blowing my skirt off my dress. I was struggling with my clothes while the strange men were looking at me with lust. I went to the vendor. His eyes were on my cleavage and poking nipples, smiled at him and asked for a packet.

Vendor: Is one enough, ma’am?

Me: Is there a discount if I buy two?

Vendor: I’ll give you a discount if you buy 3 maam.

Me: Am I not pretty enough for two?

Vendor: You are ma’am. (looking at my boobs)

Fishermen and locals are staring at my legs under this short dress. This shopkeeper is sizing my boobs with his eyes. And I am enjoying this somehow.

While giving money, I made sure I bent enough to expose enough, took the peanuts and walked faster back to the car as soon as I got inside the car. Salim took my boobs out.

Salim: Now tell me, did you enjoy?

I am enjoying this. Why? How? I don’t know. Am I a bad woman? Am I a slut? I don’t know, but I want more. But no. This can’t happen again.

Me: I think so

Salim: Now let’s go to your house.

While I was thinking about the reasons for this dress, I realised we are going back to the mall.

As the car stopped. A guy with a cover came near the car, and I fixed my dress. Salim rolled down the windows and took the cover from him. It was a new blouse with the same pattern.

Salim: I know you can’t go home like this, so change into the saree and go home. You will get a message on your phone. Make your decisions right.

I got out, went into the central mall again, and changed my clothes to a saree. I booked a cab back home.

Inside the cab. I was realising what just happened. A woman reading this story? Can you feel what I went through? Anyways, I reached home, and everything felt normal.

Or did I act well enough that no one should realise that I am not their wife and mother? Or am I their wife and mother and a woman with desire?

12:45: I received a message notification from Facebook, and I knew it was him.

The message was shocking-

Salim: Do you want to meet again? If you want to, do as I say.

– Take the marker that I’ve put on the cover of the clothes

– Go to the washroom

– Strip your clothes

– Write my name on your breasts

– Take a mirror selfie and send

A faithful wife? A good mother? Or a simple woman with desires? A lover? A cheating wife? A slut? What do you think after reading this? If you were a woman, would you send your naked pic with his name?

Tell me your answers and I’ll let you know what I did in the next part.

Hello readers, this is Aryan (name changed) from Mumbai. I am 28 years old, a working guy, Dom Master and a part-time massager for earning some bucks for my finances. My dick size is average; enough to satisfy any girl or woman. It is enough to fill her pussy up with cum and satisfy her by breeding her to pregnancy. I have been following this site for a while now and this is one of the stories of my series of encounters I had till date.

Jise sex chat karna hai please pehle hi bata diya karo, ki only sex chat karna hai. Aur jise real meet, massage, ya hookup chahiye, wo directly bol diya karo. Koi judge nahi karega, ya karne wala. Kisi ke sath koi force ya zabardasti nahi hai.

Aapko jaise time aur mauka mile hum milenge, aur surely aap mere sath kaafi enjoy karoge, aur comfortable and loved feel karogi. Kaafi mails aate hai, so main accordingly aapke liye special time adjust kar loonga. Fir wo chats ke liye ho, casual meet, ya kuch aur bhi. So, let’s start the story.

Ye baat recently march ki hai. As usual main mails check kar raha tha, aur ek mail 3 din pehle aaya tha, with a message “Please contact me asap”, aur apna whatsapp number likha hua tha.

Us raat maine us number par message kiya, aur thodi der baad reply aaya. Usne apna naam Snehal bataya, age 34, married, with 1 girl child. Husband job karte hai.

Us din se lagbhag 2-3 dino ke liye normal baatein chal rahi thi. Ek din fir usne bataya ki wo apni married life mein khush to thi, par individually wo bahut sexually active thi, aur use nayi-nayi cheezein try karna pasand tha. Uske husband ko ye sab nahi pasand tha, wo just 15 minute shot lagate the, aur paani nikaalne ke baad so jaate the.

Snehal ko Hard, Wild, Rough Passionate fuck aur oral pasand tha. Pussy lick karwane ki khwahish thi uski. But use aisa ladka chahiye tha jo use is baat se future mein pareshan na kare. Sab baatein secret rakhe, aur use fully satisfy kare. Snehal ne meri previous sabhi stories padhi aur 2 maheene is par sochne ke baad mujhe mail kiya.

Isi dauran uske pati ko gaon jana tha. Koi bimar tha, so wo 4 din ke liye gaon jaane waale the. Ye baat Snehal ne mujhe batayi, aur 4 march ko subah uske ghar Panvel milne ka fix ho gaya.

Kareeb 1 week baad wo din aaya. Main train se direct Panvel pahuncha around 10. Wahan se auto se uski building ke paas jaa kar use call kiya. Usne mujhe room no. bata kar kaha, “3rd floor par aa jao. Main door open rakh rahi hu. Tum directly andar aa jana.”

Main jaise hi wahan pahuncha, wo door par khadi already meri raah dekh rahi thi. Usne direct andar aane ka ishara kiya. Main jaldi se uske ghar mein gaya, aur fir use dekhte hi reh gaya. Kya lag rahi thi, normal Marathi lady. Gori thi, par fir bhi kaafi cute, beautiful, aur naughty lag rahi thi. Aankhon mein kajal, lipstick, lambe baal aur maroon colour ki saree with backless blouse, wo bhi deep neck. Imagine karo guys kya nazara hoga.

Fir wo hass ke boli, “Kya baat hai? Aise kya dekh rahe ho mujhe? Sirf ghoorte hi rahoge ya poore ghar mein mujhe apne jalwe bhi dikhaoge?” aur sharma gayi. Main bola, “Madam aisi khoobsurat haseena ko kon ghoorna nahi chaahega? Bas aap hi ke sath jalwe bikherne aaya hu.

Fir usko tight hug karke ek lambi kiss ki, aur fresh hone ke liye chala gaya. Baahar aate hi maine shorts t-shirt mein change kar liya, aur usne mujhe lunch serve kiya.

Uske baad hum hall mein sofa pe ek romantic movie dekhte hue baith gaye. Ice cream khaate hue hum ek-doosre ke pairon ko rub kar rahe the. Beech-beech mein main use kiss karta, lips aur neck pe, kabhi wo karti. Fir thoda ice cream uske lips, chest, neck ko laga diya, to usne kaha-

Snehal: Ab ye tumhe hi chaat kar saaf karna padega (aur ek naughty smile de di).

Maine use apne kareeb kheench kar sofa mein litaya aur saari ice cream chaatne laga. Fir kiss aur smooch karne laga, kabhi uske lips kabhi neck kabhi chest. Beech mein apna lund kapde ke upar se uski chut par ragad raha tha. Dono hath uske sar ke upar lekar pakde hue sab alternately kar raha tha.

Kareeb 15-20 minute baad hum alag hue. Wo boli: Tum jaise dikhte ho, waise ho nahi. Kaafi dum hai tum mein, aur tumhe pata hai ki kab kahan kya karna hai, aur karwana hai.

Main bola, “Dikhne mein kya rakha hai. Asli maza to kahin aur hai. Khushi dene mein khush karne mein aur khush hone mein.” Wo uth kar khadi ho gayi, aur mera hath pakad kar bedroom mein le gayi. Andar jaate hai usne mujhe bed par dhakela, aur wildly kissing licking start kar di mere lips, neck aur chest pe.

Fir usne meri t-shirt aur inners nikaal kar fenk diye, aur poori upper body, neck, lips par kiss aur lick kare jaa rahi thi. Main bhi uske baal pakad kar mujhe jaise chahiye waise karwa raha tha, chatwa raha tha. Kabhi use bhi beech-beech mein kiss lick karta, spank karta uski gaand pe.

Aisa lag raha tha ki hum dono ek-doosre ko nanga karke poora nichodh ke khaa jayenge. Maine uski saree utaar ke fenk di. Fir uska blouse bhi faad ke fenk diya. Wo ab sirf panty mein thi. Usne blouse ke andar kuch nahi pehna tha. Kya nazara tha. Uske mast 34″ ke bade perfect shape size waale boobs jisme se abhi bhi dudh aata tha.

Main uske boobs aur nipple daba raha tha, pinch kar raha tha, kaat raha tha, choos raha tha. 5 minute baad dono khade ho gaye. Fir maine use deewar se chipka kar peeche se neck par aur back par kiss lick karna shuru kar diya. Apne shorts maine utaar kar uske dono hath side pe deewar se chipka diye, aur apna lund uski gaand aur gaand ke chhed pe ragadte hue uski neck, back aur ear ko kiss kar raha tha.

Thodi der baad use seedha karke uski neck, lips, chest par kiss aur lick karte hue uski chut ko rub karne laga G-spot pe. Fir ek boob muh mein leke choosne chaatne kaatne laga. Doosre hath se kabhi nipple dabata, boobs dabata, pinch karta, gala pakad kar kiss lick karta.

Wo poori garam aur pagal ho chuki thi, kisi Submissive randi kutiya rakhail gulam ki tarah. Poora time wo badbada rahi thi, moan kar rahi thi, siskiyan de rahi thi Marathi mein, “Ahhhhhh hmmm aaa halu baby, ahh yess, fuck, Aryan ka satawtois tadpawtois ewdha kasa tari hotoi gud gudi hotei. First time asa kahi tari feel hotai ek-dum vegla ahhh mmm hhhaammm yersss fuuuckck.”

In Hindi, “Ahhhhhh hmmm aaa aaram se baby, ahh yess, fuck, Aryan kyun itna sata raha hai? Tadpa raha hai mujhe? Kuch alag ajeeb si feeling ho rahi hai. First time poore badan mein gudgudi jaisi ahhh mmm hhhaammm yersss fuuuckck..”

Fir maine use utha kar bed par fenk diya, aur uski dono taangein faila di. Ab to jo nazara tha, wo shayad hi main kabhi bhool paunga. Uski gori chut pink lips wali clean shaved thi. Ek baal nahi tha, aur uski poori chut geeli ho kar paani chhodh rahi thi. Uske thighs ko kiss karte hue main dheere-dheere upar jaane laga uski chut ke paas.

Fir dheere se uski chut ke lips, uska G-spot, aur poori chut upar se neeche andar-baahar side ways gol-gal karke zuban se chaatne laga. Wo siskiyan lene lagi, moan karne lagi, aur tadap rahi thi. Bedsheets ko tightly pakad kar wo gaand utha-utha kar chut chatwane lagi.

Wo mujhe apne pairon ke beech tightly pakad kar mera sar apni chut pe dabane lagi, aur moan karne lagi, “Ahhhhh ohhhhhhh ajun aat taak tujhi jeebh chat poorna aatun baherun chatun chatun sagla pucchi cha paani kadhun taak majhya zawadya kutrya. Aaj paryanta konich ashi majhi pucchi chatli nnawhti tuch pahila pucchi chatya ahes majha mala tuch hawas ata ayushya bhar pucchi chatun ghayyala zawun ghyayala. Majha zawada kutra malak fuck yeehaahh yessh hmmm aaa aahh aaiiggaaa ahhhhhhhh yessssssssss hmmmmmm.”

Hindi “Ahhhhh ohhhhhhh aur andar tak teri zuban daal ke chat poori meri chut. Poori andar baahar se chaat le. Chaat-chaat ke chut ka meri poora paani nikaal de. Aaj tak kisi ne aise meri chut na kabhi chaati thi, na chaatega. Tu hi pehla hai jo meri chut chaat ke mujhe swarg dikha raha hai. Tu hi mera malik hai, chodu hai meri chut ka aaj se life time. Zindagi bhar mujhe tu hi chahiye, aur tera lund chudwane ke liye. Mera malik master chodu kutta. Fuck yeehaahh yessh hmmm aaa aahh aaiiggaaa ahhhhhhhh yessssssssss hmmmmmm.”

Kareeb 20 minute tak uski chut usi position mein chaat-chaat kar 2 baar uska paani nikala. Wo poori paseene se bheeg chuki thi, aur meri taraf dekh kar naughty kinky happy smile karte hua boli, “Aaj tar tu mala poorna khush kelas, tula je hawa jasa hawa jithe hawa te kar. Pudhcha 2 divas tula jitna zawaicha ahe titka zaw mala tujhi zawadi bayko rand rakhel chinal gulam banwun.”

Hindi, “Aaj to toone mujhe poora khush kar diya. Tujhe jo chahiye, jaise chahiye, jahan chahiye wo kar. Agle 2 din tujhe jitna chodna hai chod le, aur mujhe teri chudakkad biwi rand chhinal rakhail gulam bana de.”

Fir wo mere upar aa kar meri neck aur chest ko kiss lick karne lagi. Poori body lick karte hue wo neeche aake mere lund ke sath khelne lagi, aur dheere-dheere mera lund apne muh mein leke choosne chaatne lagi. Wo bina baat lagataar full professional ki tarah choos chaat rahi thi. Kya maza aa raha tha. Poora lund tight choos-choos ke tight aur khada kar diya.

Fir who meri gotiyon ko chaatne lagi. Chaat-te—chaat-te meri gaand ka chhed bhi chaat rahi thi, aur doosri side mera lund hila rahi thi. Isse to mera lund aur tight hua aur zyada maza aane laga. Fir main uske baal pakad kar, uske muh mein wapas lund lekar, uska muh chodne laga. Wo mera poora lund apne muh mein le rahi thi, poora andar tak.

Kareeb 15 minute uska muh chodne ke baad wo 69 position mein aake mere muh par baith gayi. Fir apni chut mere face pe rub karne lagi, ragadne lagi, aur doosri side mera lund hilate hue choos rahi thi. Main bhi lund chusayi ki tarah apni jeebh uski chut ke andar-baahar kar raha tha. Uska daana khuja raha tha main, aur doosre hath se uski gaand mein ungli daal kar andar-baahar kar raha tha.

Wo poori garam aur geeli ho kar paani chhodh rahi thi. Apne boobs dabate hue wo boli, “Ahhh mmm ahhhhh fucckkk yessss hmmm ajun chat majhi pucchi chatat raah jo paryanta sagla paani baher yet nahi. Asach chatun ani boota ghalun majhya gandit zawat raah mala. Mi tujhich ahe ata aaj pasun ayushya bhar Aryan. Aahhh mmmhhh yeesss aahhh fucckkk aryannnn.”

Hindi, “Ahhh mmm ahhhhh fucckkk yessss hmmm aur chaat meri chut, chaat-ta reh, jab tak meri chut ka saara paani nahi nikal jata. Aise hi chut chaat ke aur gaand mein ungliyan daal ke chod mujhe, chodta reh. Aaj se main sirf teri hi hu zindagi bhar Aryan. Ahhh mmmhhh yeesss aahhh fucckkk aryannnn .” Aur angdaiyan le rahi thi beech-beech mein.

Kareeb 15 minute baad wo thak kar side mein let gayi. Is beech uska aur 2 baar paani nikla. 2 minute saans lene ke baad wo wapas angdaiyan lete hua boli, “ Ata rahawa nahi ahe lawkar tak tujha lawda tujha lund majhya pucchit ani kutri ghodi banwun zaw mala kacha kacha ani shanta kar mala ani majhya pucchi chya khajela ani aagila.”

Main extra dotted condom uske hath mein di diya. Usne wo packet faad kar ache se mere lund pe lagaya. Pehle maine apna lund uski chut pe set karke upar-neeche karke ragda. Wo boli, “Zawadya ka tadpawteis mala ghal na pucchit ani shanta kar mala lawkar.” Fir maine ek hi shot mein poora lund uski chut mein ghus diya. Who chilla uthi, “Ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh mummy halu zawadya halu halu ghusaw aat ewdhya jorat ghuswun jeew kadhtois ka majha.”

Main zor-zor se dhakke deke uski chut maarne laga, aur chodne laga. Wo dard aur maze se chilla bhi rahi thi. Wo tadap rahi thi, aur maze bhi le rahi thi. Chodte-chodte main use kiss kar raha tha lips pe, neck pe. Uski neck lick kar raha tha, aur earlobes lick kar raha tha.

Beech-beech mein uske boobs dabata, choosta, aur kaat raha tha. Un par pinch kar raha tha. Kuch 5-10 minute baad maine apni speed slow ki, aur uski chut ke aaram se poori tarah maze lene laga. Wo apne dono pair meri peeth peeche lock karke apni gaand utha-utha kar chudwa rahi thi. Wo mera sath de kar enjoy kar rahi thi.

Kareeb 15 minute baad usne mujhe side mein dhakela, aur kisi bhookhi sherni ki tarah mujhe chaatne-choosne lagi. Poore badan, lips, neck aur chest ko kiss karne lagi. Ye karte-karte apne hatho se mera lund apni chut pe set karke, mera poora lund apni chut mein let li. Fir wo lund par uchalne lagi, aur chudne lagi khud se.

Wo zor-zor se badbadne aur chilane lagi, “Aryan kutrya, zawadya, salya, madarchod, mala asach zawat ja nehemi daily. Khup masta bhari zawtos tu. Khup divsan pasun zawli nawhti mi. Zaw mala. Mala tujhi rand banaw, chinal banaw. Tujhi rakhel gulam banaw. Tula jasa hawa tasa zaw mala. Zawun zawun pucchi sujawun tak majhi. Fadun tak majhi pucchi tujhya yaa rand chi.

Aaj pasun mi tujhi rakhel tujhi zawadi tujhi rand gulam sagla kahi. Tu jewha bolshil bolawshil jithe bolawshil tewha tewha tithe yeun mi zawun ghein tujhya kadhun mag te kuthe hi aso. Ajun jorat zaw mala ajun kar zaw mala zawat raah. Zaw na kutrya. Zawat raah zawat raah. Aaaaaaahhhh uuuuummmmmm yyyyyeess. Ooooh fuck.

Fuck me Aryan, fuck me. I am your bitch, your whore. Fuck me janu, fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me.”

Hindi “Aryan kutte, kameene, saale madarchod, mujhe aise hi choda kar daily. Bahut mast chod raha hai. Bahut dino se chudwaya nahi hai maine. Chod mujhe. Bana mujhe teri randi, teri chhinal, teri Gulam, teri rakhail. Tujhe jaise chahiye waise chod. Chod+chod ke suja de meri chut. Faad de aaj teri is rand ki chut. Aaj se main teri rakhail. Teri chudakkad, teri randi gulam sab hu.

Tu jab bolega, jab bulayega, jahan bulayega, tab aaungi chudne kahin pe bhi. Chod mujhe, aur zor se chod na kutte. Chodte reh mujhe chodte reh.. Aaahhhhhh uuummm yyyeeeeees. Ooohh fuck. Fuck me Aryan.”

Kareb 30-40 minute achi chudai karne ke baad uska already 3-4 baar paani nikal chuka tha. Wo bhi ab thak chuki thi. Mera nikalne wala tha, to maine use bola.

Wo boli, “Condom kadhun sagla paani majhya pucchit sodh, bharun taak majhi pucchi tujhya lawdya lundachya cheekane mala tula tujha lawda ani cheek hawai puchit poorna feel karaicha ahe. Pregnant zali tari chalel mala, mala tujha tujhya kadhun ek muul hawa.”

Fir maine condom nikaal ke use missionary position mein chodna start kar diya. Aur 2-3 minute mein main jhad gaya, aur saara paani uski chut mein bhar diya. Fir uski side mein main let gaya. Kuch 4-5 minute ke baad hum wapas cuddle karne lage, aur wo baatein karne lagi.

Usne bataya ki, “7 varsha nantar majhya sarwa zawaichya iccha aaj poorna zalya ahet tujhya mule. Ata jewha paan chance milel kiwa majhya pucchi la kiwa tujhya lawdya la khaaj sutel. Aag lagel tula mala zawaila yawa lagel nahi tar mi oarat kadhich tujhya shi bolnar nahi ya nantar.”

Hindi “7 saal baad meri sabhi iccha chudwane ki aaj poori hui hai tumhari wajah se. Ab jab bhi mauka milega ya meri chut mein ya tumhare lund mein aag lagegi, tab-tab tumhe aana hoga sab kaam chodh kar. Warna kabhi wapas baat nahi karungi fir se.”

Itna bol kar hum poore bed pe yahan se wahan kiss cuddle foreplay kar rahe the. Fir usne mera lund wapas choosna shuru kar diya. Maine bola, “Mujhe teri gaand maarni hai Sneha.” Wo hass kar doggy position mein aa gayi aur boli, “Ghe majhi gaand zaw. Gaand marun tu paan tujhi iccha poorna kar khush ho. Paan sawkash pahilyanda gandit ghetei zawun.” Hindi “Le meri gaand chod de. Gaand chod kar tu bhi apni iccha poori kar le khush hoja. Par aaram se, pehli baar gaand mein lene wali ho chudwa kar.”

Maine usse vaseline dene kaha. Vaseline milte hi maine 2 ungliyan uski gaand mein daal kar uski gaand ka chhed failana start kar diya. Jaise hi wo thoda relax ho gayi, maine ungliyan nikali, aur vasline lekar mere lund par lagayi. Usne kuch thodi apni gaand mein bhar di, aur kutiya ban kar boli, “Ghe gaand mar majhi.” Hindi “Le gaand maar le meri.”

Fir kya tha, lund gaand ke chhed pe set karke dheere-dheere andar ghusane laga. Waise hi uske moans aur awaaze badhne lagi. Lagbhag 5 minute baad poora lund uski gaand mein ghus chuka tha. Wo ahhh mmm fucckkk aahhh mummy ooouucch aahhh karke takiye se apna muh dabakar bedsheet mein ghusa kar rone lagi dard se.

Dheere-dheere maine shot maarna start kar diya. Wo chillate aur moan karte hue rone lagi dard se, aur bolne lagi, “Aryan.. aahhh oouucchh mummy dukhtai re. Halu kar na babu. Please khup dukhtai. Oouucchh aahhh mummy Meli mi aaahhh oouuchh.” Hindi “Aryan, aahhh oouucchh mummy dukh raha hai. Dheere karo na babu. Please bahut dard ho raha hai. Oouucchh aahhh mummy marr gayi main aaahhh oouuchh.”

Dard uske chehere pe saaf jhalak raha tha. Fir bhi mujhe rukne nahi boli us dard mein bhi. Dheere-dheere dard kam hote hi apni gaand hila ke aage-peeche karke gaand marwane lagi. Maine aur bhi mood mein aake uski gaand maarni shuru kar di. Wo bhi maze le-le kar gaand marwane lagi.

Kareeb 15-20 minute ki gaand maarne ke baad maine apna saara paani uski gaand ke chhed mein bhar diya. Jaise hi maine paani chhodha, wo thakaan se bed par gir gayi aur boli, “Ata bass ata nako khup thalli dumli ahe mi ata majhya ni ajun nahi honar. Khup dukhtai gandit ani pucchit.”

Us waqt kareeb 4 baj chuke the. Hum ek-doosre ki baahon mein aise hi lete rahe, aur kab aankh lag gayi pata hi nahi chala. 6 baje ke aas-paas meri neend khuli to dekha wo abhi tak so rahi thi. Uska sir meri chest pe tha, aur ek pair mere lund pe tha. Wo mast mujhe hug karke so rahi thi, aur halki si cute smile thi chehre pe.

Fir main uth kar fresh hone gaya. Wo bhi kuch der baad uth gayi, aur doosre room mein fresh hone chali gayi. Fresh hoke usne dono ke liye coffee aur nashta banaya. Hum sofa pe tv dekhte hue nashta coffee khaane-peene baith gaye. Tabhi bhi wo meri godi mein baith kar mujhe nashta khila rahi thi apne hatho se.

Coffee nashta hone ke baad hum thodi der baatein karte bath gaye, aur kareeb 8 baje dinner order kiya. Sofa pe baithe-baithe hum ek doosre ko hug, cuddle, kiss, smooch foreplay kar rahe the. Hum dono nange hi the, so main uske boobs daba raha tha, choos raha tha, nipples pinch aur suck kar raha tha.

Main uske pair faila ke chut rub kar raha tha, fingering kar raha tha dheere-dheere. Dinner aane ke baad hamne khaate-khaate bahut saari personal baatein share ki ek-doosre se. Aage kya hua, 2 din maine kaise use din-raat nanga rakh kar chudai ki uski, aur hamne kaise kitne maze kiye wo agle part mein bataunga.

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In the last part I fucked my mom Flora Saini pretending to be humping her like I did when I was kid, we both don’t want to cross the line directly, so we both pretending like nothing wrong has happened. Let’s go to the story and read the last part to understand.

As usual, Mom woke up early, the only difference was that she was sleeping next to me. She opened TikTok and checked our video we posted last night—it’s already trending—and she was so happy she tried to wake me up.

Me: Mom, please, I am tired. Let me sleep for a while.

Flora: Come on, you stingy, wake up! Our video is trending.

I woke up and saw her mobile. Wow, Mom, we are trending. Mom hugged me and said, I will never question your ideas anymore; I will do anything you ask of me.

Me: Okay, then I have a few new ideas for videos, but we need a few things, and then we can make the videos.

As we were speaking, Dad knocked on my room door.

Raj: Honey, are you in there?

We both got shocked as we were both still naked. Mom and I got up and searched for a dress for Mom. Only one sexy blouse and petticoat she made for the video was in my room; there was no saree cover.

I also dressed with Mom, and then Mom opened the door with only a blouse and a petticoat. Her nipples were poking through. Dad was shocked to see her like that.

Raj: Honey, why are you dressed up like that in Jack’s room?

To my surprise, Mom just spoke boldly.

Flora: What’s wrong with the dress? It is hot, so I didn’t wear a saree. Can’t a woman stay with her son? He drank milk from my boobs when he was a baby.

Raj: But he is not a baby anymore.

Flora: He is still a baby to me.

Raj: Don’t say it like that; he is going to ask for milk.

Flora: I don’t have any problem if he asks; I will feed my baby.

Raj: He is not a baby; he is old enough to give a baby.

Saying that, Dad laughed and left for work. He usually eats breakfast outside.

Me: Wow, Mom, you are awesome; you just handled it coolly.

Mom: I didn’t say anything wrong. I just told the truth: you did drink milk from my boobs.
When you were a baby.

At that moment, I got an idea.

Me: Mom, I just got an idea for the next video. We don’t need anything for that video.

Mom: What is it? Tell me.

Me: Wait, Mom. I will tell you when I come after work.

As usual, I went to the mechanic’s shed and started working in the afternoon. I checked our last video; we were getting more views than in our last video.

I got more money from videos, and to my surprise, I got something called tips.” The viewers have shared tips for our video. Tip-wise, I have received more than 25000 rs. I was so happy that it was several times more than my salary.

For the views, I got more than RS 40000, and I requested a PayPal transaction of 25000 tips. It will take some time for the request to clear.

In the evening, I went home, and Mom greeted me with a hug and gave me a small peck on my lips.

Me: Mom, that’s new. You have never kissed like this before.

Flora: I just saw a TikTok video where a mom gave a small kiss on the lips, so I tried.

Me: I will go and have a bath.

Flora: Hey, come on. Before that, tell me what we are going to make.

I smiled and said the video is about feeding your grown-up son.

Flora: What feeding?

Me: That’s all I will say.

Flora: I don’t like suspense. Come on, beta, please tell me the script and then take a bath.

Me: Then, if you want to know, come and take a bath with me.

Mom immediately accepted, okay, I will take a bath with you.

We both went inside the bathroom. Our bathroom is small but enough for two people.

Flora: Come on, tell me now.

Me: Wait, Mom, wait. First strip.

We both stripped and started the shower; water was pouring on our bodies.

Flora: At least now tell me, or else my brain will burst, what am I going to feed?

I came close to her, hugged her, crushing her big boobs against my chest, and poked my dick between her legs.

Me: We are going to make a TikTok video of you feeding me with your boobs.

Mom was shocked by my words.

Flora: I know I have told you I will do anything you say, but don’t you think sucking my boobs in a video is too exposing?

Me: Don’t worry about that; I will take care of it. Now, can you bathe me?

Flora: I remember those days when you were little. I used to give you baths; you were always naughty.

Mom started applying soap on my body, when she came to groin region she took my dick started applying soap, grabbed my ball sac and squeezed it.

Me: Ahhhh.

Flora: Is it hurting?

Me: No, Mom.

Saying that, I grabbed soap from Mom’s hand and said, Now it’s my turn to put soap on you. I came behind Mom, grabbed both her boobs, and started rubbing soap. Mom started to moan.

Flora: Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh.

My dick was poking between her ass cheeks.
I slowly brought my left hand toward her pussy and kissed her in the ear.

Flora: Ahhhhh.

After a few minutes of rubbing, I tried to remove my hands, but Mom stopped me by grabbing my hand.

I understood what she wanted. To make it more interesting, I started a conversation while rubbing her.

Me: Mom, do you like getting bathed by your son?

Flora: Yes, yes, don’t stop; it feels good.

I started fingering her continuously. After a few minutes, Mom reached an orgasm; she came in my hands. Then we washed and came out of the bathroom. I can see that Mom’s face was glowing.

Flora: Honey, what dress should I wear for the video?

Me: I will pick for you.

I explained the scene to Mom and how she has to act. I picked a deep-cut red blouse that Mom stitched and a black bra, and we both wore our eye masks so that no one could find us. I fixed my camera behind the sofa and adjusted the angle. I was sitting on the sofa, and I said, ‘Action.’

Mom came in front of me, bending down in front of me, and placed a glass of water. She was showing me her cleavage in her red blouse and red saree, asking me what I would like to have.

Me: Stay still, Mom.

I got up and went to my phone. I zoomed in on her cleavage, zoomed out, and went back and sat on the sofa.

Me: I like having milk.

Flora: There’s no milk in the house.

Me: But I can see two milk jugs in front of me.

Mom smiled.

Flora: You’re naughty.

Now I got up and went to the phone.

Me: Mom, now slowly remove your pallu and then open your blouse one by one.

Mom slowly removed her pallu, showing off her sexy big navel. I took my phone and came near her to take close-up shots, recording her opening her blouse one button at a time. Her boobs popped out in her black bra.

Me: Now turn around and show off your back to the camera.

Mom turned around.

Me: Now, remove your bra and throw it on the floor.

Mom removed her bra and threw it on the floor, showing off her bare back.

Me: Now pick the pallu and cover your body, then turn around.

Mom did it just as I said. The saree was very thin. Her nipple was poking through her saree. Then I adjusted the camera angles and told Mom to sit beside me on the sofa. I lay down on her lap.

Mom covered my face with her saree; her nipple was in front of me. Mom, bending down, stuffed her boobs into my mouth. I started sucking her nipple, and Mom started to moan. It was all recorded.

Flora: Ahhhhhhh.

Me: Do you like it, Mom?

Flora: Yes, son, yes.

I took her hand and placed it on my dick. She understood what I needed. She took my dick out of my pants and started stroking my dick.

After a few minutes, Mom started to breathe hard, I think. Me sucking her boobs and my dick in her hands is making her horny. I came out of her saree.

Me: Mom, let me check the video to see if it’s okay; otherwise, we’ll take one more.

Flora: Okay, honey.

As I was checking the video, Mom got up and started stretching. At that time, I received a message that 25,000 rupees had been credited to my account. It was tip money from our videos.

Me: Oh my god, Mom, see this.
I showed her the message; she was shocked.

Flora: I can’t believe it, son. Is this a dream?

Me: If this is a dream, you won’t feel pain.

Saying that I pinched her nipples.

Flora: Ahhhhh, you naughty.

Mom kissed me on the lips and said, I am so happy. I never thought making videos like this could make money. You are a genius, honey. I should never have doubted you.

Flora: I am very happy.

Me: Then let’s continue the video. I want more emotion when I suck your boobs, Mom.

Flora: More emotion like what?

Me: Just express what you feel when I suck your boobs, Mom.

Flora: Okay.

We resumed shooting again. I came inside her saree and started sucking Mom’s boobs. This time, she didn’t control her feelings and started to moan. She grabbed my dick voluntarily and started stroking it.

Flora: Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh.

As I stopped sucking, I started licking around her areola, which made her moan more.

Flora: That feels so good, ahhhh, do you like sucking you mom’s nipples.

Me: Yes, Mom, yes, I love them.

I pinched her nipples over the saree while licking the other inside her saree. Mom pushed her nipple more into my mouth.

Flora: Suck my nipples, don’t stop, ahhhhh.

But I stopped sucking.

Flora: Did I do anything wrong?

Me: No, Mom, I have one more idea.

Flora: What an idea!

Me: Okay, I will sit on the sofa. You get up, show your back to the camera, remove your pallu, show off your bare back, and sit on my lap.

Mom did it just as I said. Now Mom is fully topless in front of me and only showing her back to her camera.

Flora: son you dick is poking me its hard for me sit on your lap.

Me: It’s hard for me too, just let me keep it inside your pussy?

Mom smiled and understood what I meant.

Flora: Sure, it’s for the video, right?

We are both still pretending to do stuff like it’s for the TikTok video. I lifted Mom’s ass, and Mom took my dick and positioned the tip on her pussy entrance, then Mom slowly sat on my dick. My dick entered into her vagina smoothly. I think she was so wet.

I started sucking her boobs again, and after a few seconds, Mom started moving her hips up and down.

Mom was moaning like hell.

Me: Mom, moan, looking at the camera.

Mom turned her head to the left and started moaning, looking at the camera.

Flora: Ahhhhh ahhhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhhhh.

After 30 minutes I felt like cumming. I told Mom.

Flora: Don’t worry, do it inside.

I came inside her.

Flora: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Mom reached multiple orgasms. Mom got up and went to the bathroom. I took the phone from the stand and stopped recording.  As I was watching the recordings, Mom came and said, I am going to prepare dinner.

As Mom was preparing dinner, I cleaned myself and started editing the video. I made two videos out of that footage and went to the kitchen to show it to Mom.

Looking at the editing, Mom was amazed.

Flora: Oh my god, honey, I look very sexy.

Me: Because you are hot, Mom, I hugged you from behind.

Mom was still not wearing anything but her saree, and my dick was poking between her ass.

Flora: You naughty thing, you’re still hard after that? Okay, then, which one are you going to post on TikTok?

Me: I am thinking of posting both.

I posted one video in which I suck her nipples inside moms saree as part 1 in tiktok.

Here I stop the story. If you guys want the next part, comment and support my story.

Hi everyone, this is Harsha back again with another part of Swathi’s sexual encounter. This time it’s post her pregnancy.

So let’s get into the main thing.

I’ve texted Swathi after many months to know about her health and delivery. She informed me that she had delivered a baby boy. I’ve been to a new organisation. I had 4-5 months to get full-fledged work, and hence got work from home for 5 months.

I informed my tenant earlier that I would vacate my flat. I had again shifted to Swathi’s city, one month after her delivery. I informed her of the same, but she didn’t pay any attention. It’s almost a week that has passed by, but still I couldn’t see Swathi with my eyes.

One morning, I called her on the mobile, but she didn’t answer. So I called her back multiple times, but she didn’t answer. In the afternoon, she called me back and we spoke.

Me: Hello, dear. How are you?

Swathi: I’m good. Why are you calling multiple times?

Me: I want to know how you and your baby are.

Swathi: We both are fine.

Me: I’m back at my flat. Please come to my flat so I can see you.

Swathi: No, I can’t. My in-laws are at home, and I have a baby now.

I tried to explain to her to say something or the other at home and try for a visit to my house. But she said things are not as they were earlier now, as the baby is there now, and it’s difficult to come. She cut the call after some conversation. I tried many times to meet her, but nothing worked out.

We just spoke on the phone. Later, after nearly 2 months, I saw her walking on the ground floor with her baby and her husband in he morning. Luckily, her husband was neatly dressed and going to the office. I’ve waited on the ground floor only for her husband to leave for the office in his car.

Once he left, I went near Swathi.

Me: Hi Swathi.

Swathi: Hi. (In a surprise).

Swathi looked at me and was a bit worried. She looked around to see if someone was there around us. After knowing no one was there, she spoke to me.

That was the first time I’ve seen her after more than a year. She had put on some weight due to her pregnancy and delivery. She was holding her baby.

Me: What’s up?

Swathi: Nothing just came down to walk for a while.

I held her hand, pulled her into the lift, and took her to my flat floor. Swathi hesitated, saying her in-laws were at home and could not come. I said just for a cup of coffee and took her to my flat. I quickly opened the door, took Swathi and her baby inside my house, and closed the door.

I hugged both Swathi and her baby softly. We both sat on the sofa in the hall. She handed over her baby to me, and I played with the baby for some time.

Me: Swathi, can you please prepare some coffee for both of us? I will be with the baby.

Swathi: Okay, but I have to leave after the coffee. No extra business, please.

Me: Okay, dear.

Swathi was in a loose nighty. She got the prefect milf look after her delivery with the added weight. I couldn’t see her shapes properly as her nighty was very loose. I looked at her preparing coffee in the kitchen and remembered all the sexual stuff we both did in my house.

After some time, Swathi got two cups of coffee.

Swathi: Here is your coffee.

Me: Thank you, dear.

We both sat on the sofa, and she kept the baby in the cradle as the baby slept.
We started having our coffee.

Swathi: How’s the coffee?

Me: As good as you are, dear.

Swathi: So tell me, why are you back after so long?

Me: I got a work-from-home opportunity for 5 months, dear and came to see you.

Swathi: Aha ( smiling with a blush)

Me: So tell me, how’s everything at your end? How’s your sex life going?

Swathi: Mine is a routine life with the baby and work.

Me: How about your sex life?

Swathi didn’t answer this and diverted the topic. I insisted and asked her again about her sex life.

Swathi: Post conceiving, I didn’t have any sex till today. It’s been nearly a year without sex.

Me: Oh, is it? Why didn’t you try with your husband?

Swathi: My mother-in-law told me and my husband not to meet till the baby is 6-8 months old. My pussy will get healed in this time with post delivery issues.

Me: Oh, that’s sad. Your husband had to sleep calmly with you on the bed. You know how difficult it is to resist such a mature beauty like you.

Swathi: (smiled) My husband will follow elders’ words, na.

We both completed our coffee, and Swathi took the cups and put them in the kitchen sink.

Swathi: Okay, Harsha. Thanks for the coffee. We will meet another time. I will leave now.

Me: Please sit, dear. Anyhow, you’re out for a walk, na, please spend that time with me.

Swathi: My in-laws may call me to come back.

Me: If they call you, you can go. Till then, please sit.

Swathi sat on the sofa.

Me: Dear, can we have a quick sex session now with a condom?

Swathi: What! No way. (in an angry and shocking tone)

Me: Please, dear, it’s been more than a year since I saw you naked and tasted you.

Swathi: Please, Harsha, I said no. Please don’t ask again.

I was disappointed.

Me: Okay, but atleast without sex, can we atleast get nude? Can I have a good feel of your body?

Swathi: No, Harsha. You can resist and control yourself after seeing me nude. My pussy is not ready for sex yet. Please don’t force.

Me: I will be in control, dear. I won’t even remove any of my clothes. I will remove only your clothes. Please dear. Please … Please please please please please.

After much requesting, she agreed and told me not to remove any of my clothes. Only her clothes had to be removed, and this had to be done quickly as she had to go to her home. I took Swathi into the bedroom. We were both standing in the bathroom.

I hugged her and kissed her lips. She responded to me well with a kiss. My hands were crushing her back, and I could feel her bra lines over the nighty. I got my hands to her big grown boobs. I gently pressed them.

That’s it, her nighty got wet as some of her breast milk leaked and came out due to my pressing.

Swathi: Please don’t press my breast. They are heavy with milk, and the dress gets spoiled.

I said okay and lifted her nighty and kissed her thighs. She was wearing a blue colour pants. I can see a wet patch on it, too. Swathi got wet due to my actions. I lifted Swathi’s nighty till her navel and licked her navel. Then I removed her nighty completely.

She is now in her wet white bra with milk leaking from her breasts and wet blue panties. I went down again and kissed her thighs and slowly rubbed her pussy over her panty. Swathi stopped me and said not to touch her pussy. I said okay and removed her panty and saw her pussy.

Man, that was a juicy brownish pink pussy. I was controlling myself and not to force Swathi for a fuck. I quickly stood up and kissed her lips to get diverted from her pussy. Kissing her lips I unhooked her bra and her big boobs with full of milk are freely hanging. I took one in my hand and gently pressed it.

A jet of milk oozed out of her nipple like how liquid comes out of a syringe. Swathi moaned. She said not to press and waste milk as her baby needs it.
I took Swathi’s right nipple in my mouth and sucked. That was the first known instance for me of tasting breast milk.

The milk was slightly salty. I sucked her for 2 minutes hardly and let out the milk milk from my mouth. Then I took her to bed and played with her boobs for some more time. All my bed sheets were wet with her milk whenever I squeezed them. Swathi said she had to go home.

As I was super excited after seeing her lactating like a cow on my bed, I couldn’t let her go without fucking her. I requested her for anal fuck atleast which she strongly said no and stood up from the bed. I got disappointed as she said no and atleast asked her for a blowjob hesitatingly.

She agreed to it. I made her go on her knees on the bed only and I stood up on the bed and removed my pant and underwear and gave her my dick. Swathi took it in and gave a blowjob for 3-5 minutes. Then I held her head and used my force and mouth fucked Swathi for some time and cummed inside her mouth.

She spit all my cum on the bed. Later, she got up, went to the washroom, cleaned herself and was about to wear her clothes. She asked me if I had a hairdryer. I took the hairdryer from the almirah and gave it to Swathi. She used it to dry her clothes.

It got wet due to my pressing on her breast milk. Swathi’s phone rang, and it was her in-laws. She answered and said she is coming home in 5 minutes. This means that while I was helping to dry the clothes, I saw her bra size, which was 36. Her panty size was also 36.

Earlier she used to wear a 34 34-sized bra. After drying, she put on her bra and panties. I took her nighty from the floor and requested her to make one more cup of coffee. In the meantime, I would make it dry. At first, Swathi said no, but finally she went into the kitchen wearing only a bra and panties.

I have already dried her nighty and acted as if it was still wet. Swathi took the milk packet from the fridge and started making coffee. I was observing her. After 2 minutes, I came and sat in the hall without my shorts. Swathi came and gave me a cup of coffee again.

I asked where her cup was. She said she didn’t want to drink coffee again. I took the cup and made her sit on my lap.

Swathi: Harsha, I have to go. My mother-in-law called me.

Me: Okay, my dear, be cool.

I drank the coffee, and while drinking, I was playing and rubbing Swathi’s tummy. My dick was hard again and I’m sure it would be touching Swathi’s anal or pussy. I made her sit on me.

After my coffee was completed, Swathi stood up. She put on her nighty and chappals and sat on the sofa and adjusted her hair. Seeing Swathi adjusting her nighty and hair made me horney again. I straight away stood up before her and held Swathi’s head and tried to put my dick again in her mouth.

She resisted and didn’t take it in her mouth. But I requested her to take one more time, and she finally opened her mouth. I rammed her mouth until she choked many times. She finally cum and didn’t take out my dick untill she swallowed. After she swallowed I took my dick out.

Swathi: Idiot, I said I have to go. (in a casual way)

Saying this, she stood up, adjusted herself, and cleaned her mouth by wiping my shorts. She took the baby and went off to her home.

From that day I used to get a quick blowjob when ever we both had opportunity. I took her to a gynaecologist and got a check-up done, and asked if she could have sex or not. The gynaecologist said Swathi can start sex, but in a very limited way.

She gave some medicines to avoid any pain during intercourse. After that, the next day, I had sex with Swathi. I fucked her very slowly and carefully using a condom. I restricted myself from going to her boobs as they are filled with milk. The milk gets wasted whenever I play with it or press it.

To be continued.

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Oh, the embarrassment! James blushed bright red as his brain just sizzled with complete embarrassment. He was on his knees wearing only a tiny pink thong. So very girly! But that was not the reason for his total embarrassment.

James was performing a very intense blowjob while a group of giggling girls watched. James’ lips cradled a very large Indian cock. He bobbed and moaned in delight as he sucked and slurped.

His cheeks hollowed as the huge cock slid back and forth in his mouth. James passionately sucked that huge cock like a professional blowjobber. The group of giggling girls included Prits and her friends.

Prits had dated James at one time. But she discovered that he was cheating on her, so she broke up with him. Seeing James embarrassed by performing this public deep throat blowjob was very entertaining.

Loud slurpy noises came from James’ mouth as he gobbled the Indian cock with obvious sensual passion. He bobbed and sucked with exuberance. James moaned and squeaked in pleasure as the monster cock plunged his throat deeply. It was a brutal blowjob.

Prits laughed and clapped as she watched James take the throat fucking of the year. She loved seeing James humiliated. He deserved this humiliation. So Prits took videos with her phone and sent them to her friends and posted them on social media. James would never forget this cock-feeding.

James was enjoying the cock in his mouth like a slutty whore. But he was so very embarrassed. He fought off several gag-reflexes as the cock plunged deep. His eyes watered profusely and fluttered.

The Indian guy feeding him cock exploded a dump truck load of cum into James’ mouth. James swallowed every drop.

“You are such a good sissy slut!” cheered Prits.

James sat on his butt and panted to catch his breath. He blushed with extreme embarrassment. He could not believe that Prits had just watched him skillfully suck a huge Indian cock. A whole group of girls has just watched him gobble and gulp. All of the girls were giggling at him.

“Love those adorable little panties!” teased Prits.

James blushed and rolled his eyes. Things could not get any more embarrassing. Or so he thought. In that moment, another Indian stepped in front of James and hung a large Indian cock in James’ face. Within seconds, James was sucking and bobbing on cock once again. Oh, the embarrassment!

For the next 20 minutes, James slurped and slobbered on the Indian cock. He knew his role as cock-gobbler. James’ tonsils were banged with undisputed authority. James lost every ounce of masculinity as he sucked the cock with obvious enjoyment. He was a cock-gobbling sissy panty boi.

Prits sat and laughed at the sight of her ex-boyfriend getting manhandled and humiliated. She loved the fact that James’ was proving himself to be just a cock-gobbling sissy. He had not cheated on her because she was a bad girlfriend.

James cheated because he was a sissy boi that needed cock in his mouth. Each of the girls in the room could easily see that James was very much enjoying the cock in his mouth. They all could hear James’ little grunts and moans of pleasure.

They all could see his blushing face as he was embarrassed by the revelation. The secret was out. Prits would never let him forget it. Prits smiled with satisfaction as she sent pictures to all of her friends and most of James’ friends.

The responses began to come back to her very quickly. Everyone reacted with either shock or amusement at the revelation of James as a sissy cock-gobbler.

One girl who reacted was Garima. She had also dated James a long time ago. She replied to Prits, “ROFL! OH GOD! That is so hilarious! Sent those pics to all my friends! Laughin’ so hard!”

Prits urged all of her friends to distribute those cock-gobbling deep-throat pics of James in his little girly panties. Before the day would end, thousands of people would know that James is a sissy boi that loves slurping cocks.

As James was swallowing his second huge load of Indian cum, a third Indian guy was moving in front of him. James continued to gobble cock with intensive passion. He blushed and sucked until he was guzzling cum for the third time.

James sat in his butt in the state of utter shock. He was stunned by this public revelation. He was so very embarrassed. The group of girls had grown from 5 to 12. The girls giggled at him and took pictures. The embarrassment was so profound.

James began, in humiliation, to bounce up and down on his butt. His butt cheeks slapped the hard floor and filled the room with PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! Sounds. The girls burst into hysterical laughter to observe James’ butt bouncing.

The more James bounced, the more he blushed. The more he blushed, the more he bounced. His butt cheeked plopped against the firm ground repeatedly until his cheeks were throbbing. He was so very embarrassed.

Prits filmed him and laughed, “Bounce those panties hard for me!”

James bounced and whimpered, “Oh, my poor sore panties!”

Prits sent videos of James slurping cock, guzzling cum, and bouncing in his butt. Those videos went viral. Reactions of great amusement continued to come in. James’ life was changed forever. His secrets were out.

Prits laughed at James as James admitted that she had successfully achieved revenge against him for his cheating. Prits smiled and declared, “This is karma doing its work!”

James whimpered in defeat and total embarrassment. He would continue to suck Indian cocks at an alarming rate of over 20 cocks a day. Indian cum became his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He lived in constant embarrassment, which kept him bouncing on his butt.

“Oh, Prits! My butt is so sore!” blushed James.

Prits giggled, “Bounce those panties hard for me!”

James went to bed each night, blushing in absolute humiliation. His mouth tasted of Indian cum and his butt cheeks throbbed with soreness. Prits slept peacefully every night as she smirked in complete satisfaction. Karma had done its perfect work.