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It was March 2015. My Son was a normal 19-year-old, full of energy and life. Our farmhouse was close to the wilderness and a mountain range. He loved camping and hiking, but this year we didn’t get a chance to go on our family trip due to the tight schedules and fatigue that comes with work.

I could tell that my son Abhi was depressed as he was looking forward to this trip. My son and I have always been close. I’d wake him up every day, and I’d kiss and hug him with a kiss on his forehead before he slept. He is tall, muscular and handsome.

But don’t get me wrong, I’ve never sexually perceived him; that’s just gross.

About me, I’m Priya. I’d classify myself as an attractive woman. I have big, firm tits and an elegant, well-rounded mommy type arse with long black hair, average height and weight.

One day, it was just Abhi at home. While he sat having his breakfast, I decided to cheer the lad by dropping a little surprise.

Me: Morning, honey!

Abhi: Hey, Ma.

Me: Hmm, how about going on a camping trek near our farm?

Abhi: OMG! You serious? Do you think Dad will we ok with that?

Me: Why won’t he?

Abhi: I mean, won’t he say it’s too dangerous for a woman and a kid to go alone and all that?

Me: I’ve already had a chat with your father, and he is cool with that. But I figure without his overprotectiveness and condescending tone on everything, you and I could have a pretty good time. So, are you game or what?

Abhi jumped up from his seat without finishing his breakfast. He kissed my cheek and took off to his room, saying, “I’m going to start packing right now”

I was packed and ready to go, so I shouted, “We can leave as soon as you are ready, beta” In the next hour, we were on the road. It was cold outside, but perfect for camping.

In about four hours, we reached our spot and got out. Abhi gathered our equipment while I sorted a quick snack for us. We had packed pretty light, just the sleeping rolls, a small tent, cooking supplies, torches and fishing gear.

Everything was packed nicely in our backpack, and we hiked for about 2 hours and noticed it was getting cloudy. No surprise, in moments it started pouring and we decided it’s best to pick a spot to make camp. The temperature was freezing (at least it felt that way).

Our hands were hurting from the cold. By the time we got to the tent, neither of us had a dry spot on us. We were soaked, exhausted and shivering. I was lost in getting the tent set up.

I didn’t realise that my sleeping roll had been washed down the hillside. Abhi’s roll was the only thing we had that was close to dry.

With a shivering voice, I said

Me: Abhi, turn around for a minute, I need to take off my clothes and hop into the sleeping bag to dry off and warm myself.

Abhi swivelled around and probably imagined me getting undressed. Well, at least he must have heard my wet clothes plop in a pile as I removed them. I don’t know why I thought this. Maybe it was the cold, and my thoughts were not matching the moral standards for a mum.

Once I sorted myself into the sleeping bag, I asked Abhi to do the same. He was hesitant, then I said, “Come on, you’re going to get pneumonia. I’ll close my eyes, so hurry!” As Abhi started to strip, it dawned on me that he was about to get into the sleeping bag next to my naked body.

I don’t know if it was the cold that was making him shake or the same thought that we would be naked next to me. Suddenly I realised I was staring at him and I got back to my senses and said, “Hurry up and get those wet clothes off! The only way we will survive this night is with our bodies”

Abhi knew what I said was logical and not perverse. At this altitude, the temperature will drop further, and we were both experienced enough to know how to survive. He quickly slid his undies off, tossing them in a pile of other clothes.

I then unzipped the bag, showing off my hard nipples as if they were staring back at him. I then slid over as much as I could, but the bag was only built for one person. Abhi got inside and had his boner against me.

I’m sure the last thing he wanted was to rub his boner down the entire length of my body while he settled inside. He tried, but the problem was that there was no way we would fit like that in one bag, so I flipped over onto the other side, facing away from him. “There. Now lie next to me, facing me I said.”

That was the only way, honestly. Abhi continued to struggle getting inside the bag. He had to grab me and pull himself down into it. I could sense his fear as his dick was pressed into my upper back. I could say it wasn’t hard (thank god), he was way too cold for that, I guess.

I didn’t say a word as he continued to slide further into the sleeping bag. The whole time, his dick and balls were rubbing my back. As soon as Abhi’s dick reached my arse, I got quite a surprise when it slid along my butt cheek and the crack of my ass.

I couldn’t stop and ended up giggling a little bit to lighten the mood. He was finally all the way in the bag and whispered, “Sorry for the trouble, Mom.”

Me: Ah, don’t be silly, it’s my own fault that my roll got washed away, and who cares, you don’t have anything new that I haven’t seen before.

I was still shivering badly. I noticed Abhi was running his hand up and down on my arm and shoulder, trying to keep me warm. I reached around and grabbed his hand, pulling it on my chest. I could hear his heart skip a beat as I placed it between my tits.

I then said, “Abhi, hold me tightly against you, it’s the only way we will be warm,” and he gladly obliged. His hand was all around my chest while he tried not be obvious. But now and then, he cupped my entire breast in his hand. He then ran his hand from my neck down to my stomach and back up again.

We were pressed tightly against the full length of our bodies. After about 20 minutes, I finally stopped shivering a little, but asked Abhi to keep holding me. I’m sure Abhi noticed it. Every time his hand pressed over my tits, the nipples were hard as rocks.

I twitched several times when his fingers flicked over them. I know Abhi was freezing too, but I’m also sure he was having the time of his life. Something started to stir down below. He stopped rubbing me with his hands and froze. I could feel his dick getting hard.

I could almost imagine him freaking out that I’d be grossed and angry. His dick was pressed into my ass cheek, which was still wet but warm. He was probably hoping that I was asleep and did not notice his cock poking in my arse. I shifted a little and said, “Sorry, beta, there isn’t any more room.”

He was definitely freaked out at this point, as he knew that I felt his hard-on.

Abhi then nervously said, “I think I’m going to go to sleep”

To which I patted his hand, which was now resting below her tits, and said, “Good idea, Son.”

My mind was now imagining what was running in Abhi’s head. His hard dick was rammed into his Mum’s bum while he slept. It only took 5 minutes for me to tell that he was struggling and having a hard time sleeping. I patted his hip and said.

Me: Honey, you know that’s completely normal, right?

Abhi: Yeah, but this is a bit embarrassing, ma

Me: Haha, don’t be silly, you are a young, healthy boy, it happens. Would it help if it were pinned between us?

I loved how deceptive that line was and wondered how Abhi would translate it.

Abhi: Don’t exactly know what you mean by that, Mom, but yeah, I think it will help.

I said “ok” and, as best as I could, I started to spread my thighs open. I arched my back a little bit, and my ass rose some. Before Abhi knew what was going on, his dick slipped and landed on my upper thigh. I then closed my legs back and said, “There you are. Better?”

I want to think I’m very good at gauging sizes. By no means was Abhi’s 7-inch modest, as it was thick. In that moment, all 7 inches were squished between my warm and wet thighs. His dick was just one inch away from my hairy pussy.

Another 5 minutes passed, and Abhi’s breathing was getting fast. He started rubbing my stomach, chest and neck. On the way back down, he deliberately started to flick my nipples with his fingers. I shifted my hip a little, pressing his cock into my thighs. I could tell the head of his dick was out past my legs.

The next minute, I said something that should never have been said. I could sense his uneasiness and said, “Beta, if you need to release yourself, please go ahead. I think it’s the only way we will get any sleep tonight. Honestly, I don’t mind. Get over it.”

Abhi: MOM! No way, I’m sorry this happened, give me some time, it will go away.

Me: Yeah, right! Look, you are your father’s son. Trust me, I know my own blood. Neither of us will get any sleep with you like this, honestly, I don’t mind.

I said that and started to stroke my hand up and down his hip and pressed my ass further into him.

Abhi: Ok, Mom, I think I’ll need therapy after this.

I laughed out loud and once again said, “No, I don’t care. Seriously, do what you’ve got to do, and let’s get some sleep”

I think that was all the convincing Abhi needed. He started grinding slowly against me. His dick slid back and forth between my thighs, with his balls pressed against the back of my thighs. His hand was sliding across my stomach and back p on my boobs; I played my part by slowly grinding my ass too.

I could feel Abhi’s dick was slick with his pre-cum flowing. His fingers continued to flick my hard nipples. I was now gasping, which made him bold as he grasped my full breast in his hand and started pumping a little faster. That’s when fate came knocking at our door.

It was now inevitable with all the pumping back and forth. His dick and my thighs were getting slippery. His dick is slipping and pressing against my hairy pussy. I gasped, and he stopped moving, his hand froze on my breast. No words were exchanged.

It was as if time stopped for a few seconds. I’m sure Abhi could tell by the heat coming from my pussy that I was getting turned on.

Me: Abhi, please don’t stop, I know you are almost there. Just finish and let’s sleep. It’s ok, I promise.

He started to slide his meat between my thighs back and forth once again, but this time he could feel my pussy with every stroke. I was soaking, wet and warm. He pinched my nipple softly, and I let out a moan.

The end of his dick was sticking out about 3 inches past my thighs. Just them Mom asked me to stop and said “Beta, if you release like your father, then there is going to be a lot of jizz”

Abhi: Ok, do you want me to stop?

Me: Oh, no, please don’t stop, but there is one thing to ask of you, it’s a bit of a selfish thing, will that be ok?

Abhi: OK, now I’m curious, what is it, Mom? I’ll do anything you want.

Me: I don’t want to sleep in a puddle of your jizz tonight. If it’s ok with you, when you are about to explode, would you be ok to do it inside me? I know, I know it’s a horrible thing to ask, but I really don’t want to sleep in a sticky mess.

Abhi: Mmm, are you sure, Mom?

Me: Thanks, sweetie. Now let’s get this over with

I wiggled my ass to signal to him. Abhi was looking more like a beast possessed by lust. He had my tit in his hand, his pinching and flicking of my nipples was now sharper and more passionate. He was pumping his hard, fat dick. I could tell he was close and arched my back again, lifting my ass.

It was my way of saying, “Here you go, fuck your mom’s pussy.”

Abhi stopped thrusting and put the tip of his cock at my opening. We both coordinated our lower bodies. His dick slid into my pussy like a hot knife into warm butter. I moaned like a whore for a few seconds. I lay there without moving, just savouring the feeling and bliss.

I could feel my wet, warm pussy muscles milking his dick even though he was not thrusting me. He then started fucking me, his mother.

Me: Come on, honey, cum inside me, fuck your mommy, let it out. Ahh, my sweet baby, you have such a lovely cock. Yes! Yes! Fuck me, deeper please!

Abhi: Yes, Mom, I’m about to fill you up. I hope you took your pill today.

Me: Oh Fuck! Pull out, Pull out right now!

But it was too late. I kept screaming and struggling. Abhi’s hot jizz filled my pussy, and his balls instantly emptied a hot goo inside my pussy. In a few minutes, his dick flopped out of me and splat against my ass. He caressed my shoulder and apologised for not stopping, and I patted his hand.

Me: I’m sorry. I made you do this. It’s not your fault I stopped taking the pill. Besides, what are the chances of me getting pregnant?

I giggled nervously as he kissed my shoulder and neck. We both heard my pussy making a gurgling sound as some of the jizz gurgled out of my pussy. I quickly put my hand down three and apologised for the noise, as it was embarrassing.

Abhi laughed at me. I was wiping myself with my fingers and said, “Well, it really is a good thing I let you fuck me and release inside me. Just look at how much came out, imagine what will still be inside.”

I then lifted my hand filled with creamy goo on the fingers, then started licking and sucking on them. “Mmmm, this is good stuff” Now shut up and go to sleep.

Abhi: Mam, yes Mam!

10 Minutes later, I could feel his dick hard again

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Hi friends, I am Abhay, back with another fictional story. This is the story of Shazia, a sweet and very beautiful girl from Telangana.

Shazia, 24 years, milky white complexion, thin girl with a sharp physique of 32-26-30. She has a height of 5.5 feet. She lives in a village 30 Kms from Hyderabad. She has completed her education and got her bachelor’s degree. Her father is looking for a well-established and well-earning man.

Shazia is a quiet and very sweet, innocent girl. With confirmation from her father, Shazia’s Chacha had fixed her marriage with his friend’s son Omar. Omar is a well-built, gym-toned, muscular guy. He is 6 feet tall with a wide chest and a very strong body.

Shazia and Omar were to marry each other after 4 months. Since they had time before marriage, Omar wanted them to know more about each other. So Shazia came to Hyderabad to stay at her Chacha’s house.

One day Omar called Shazia and planned an outing. He picked her from her Chacha’s house at around 11 am and then went to a good 4-star hotel for lunch. Shazia fell in love with Omar at first sight. They talked about each other on their way to lunch.

Omar held Shazia’s hand while moving inside the hotel. Shazia got red with shyness and also got scared as Omar pressed her hand with his warm, strong grip. This was the first time a man except her father had touched her. They talked more about each other, had lunch and discussed their future together.

Omar left Shazia’s home by 5 pm. After 2 days, they went to a movie and had their first kiss. Shazia was blushing and got wet inside as this was her first kiss in life. They both were very happy and in love. Omar was a good man, but is a more open and smarter City boy who loves to explore.

Lust was getting into Omar. He was moving his hands on Shazia’s hands and back, making her shy. Omar slid his hand inside Shazia’s salwar without permission, making Shazia red in Shyness. Due to this sudden move, Shazia got scared and didn’t move.

She didn’t stop Omar nor resist his action. Omar smooched her lips and pressed her pussy against her wet panties. Shazia had a 100-volt jolt in her body, and her heart pounded faster. She submitted herself completely to Omar. During the movie, they smooched several times.

Omar also squeezed her small boobs. Shazia’s panties were completely drenched with her pussy juices, and the top had clear marks of pinching and squeezing. Omar dropped her off at home after having dinner.

Now they only had 2 months before their marriage. They have now started chatting over WhatsApp and talking over calls, and have opened up a lot. They shared a lot about themselves, their desires, needs and their thoughts about life together. Omar again called Shazia in Hyderabad on the weekend.

As planned, they went to a disco cum pub. Omar picked Shazia. He gifted her a dress and asked her to change into it when they reached the disc. When they reached Disc, Omar took his car to a dark place in the parking lot. He asked Shazia to change in the car itself.

Shazia first insisted, but later agreed when Omar pulled her closer and kissed her. Shazia went to the back seat and started changing in the dim light. Anyone could see her figure from far, but Omar was having a good time seeing her change.

While Shazia changed her dress, Omar squeezed her boobs very hard, making them reddish. He also teased her and made her wet by touching her pussy. Once done, they went to the disc. The dress that Omar gifted Shazia was too revealing and tight.

There they danced. Omar flashed her hot body to others. He flaunted her to his friends. Shazia was used to it by now and had no objection. In the last 2 months, whenever they met, Omar did the same every time. Shazia was used to it. Omar forced her to drink. She was a bit high now and had an urge to pee.

Omar took her to a washroom. Since they were very open to each other by now, Shazia pulled him inside with her. She peed in front of him and asked Omar to clean her pussy. Omar did it gladly and also fingered her pussy in the process. Shazia was too high as she drank whiskey for the first time.

She pulled him closer, took out his cock, and gave a blowjob. Omar cum on her boobs and in her mouth while fingering her pussy and ass hole. Omar massaged his cum on her breasts above the dress. Omar fucked her pussy with his fingers and licked all her pussy juice.

Shazia said no sex before marriage. Omar asked her to remove her bra and panties and then come out. Shazia obeyed and came out as demanded. She had been trained well and made submissive by Omar by now. They danced, and Omar flashed her body again with pride and ego.

Omar wanted to fuck her that night, so he made her drink 4 more pegs. Shazia was too high and was not even able to stand properly. He carried her to the car with Sameer (Omar’s best friend). While carrying her, he revealed her hot, naked pussy and ass to Sameer.

Omar put Shazia in the backseat of his SUV and stripped her naked. Shazia was mumbling in her drunken state, “No. No, Omar, wait till the marriage.” Omar slapped her hard and shoved his thick cock in her mouth and fucked for 10 minutes.

Sameer watched everything quietly. Omar then licked and played with Shazia’s pussy. Suddenly, he asked Sameer to get in from the other side and hold her tight as he was going to penetrate her. Sameer entered from the other side and pressed down on the seat by her perky boobs, squeezing and enjoying them.

Omar pushed half of his 6-inch-long and 3.5-inch-thick cock inside Shazia’s pussy, which made her scream in pain. Omar asked Sameer to lower her voice. Sameer couldn’t understand anything. He took his cock out and pushed it in Shazia’s mouth, which lowered her voice.

Omar now again started pushing his cock deeper, but all of a sudden, the crowd started coming out of the disc. So, they stopped and got dressed quickly. Shazia was still lying naked in the backseat of the car. Omar drove the car to his farmhouse.

What will happen next? Stay tuned for the next parts.

Abhay
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Hello, everyone! This is your favourite gigolo reporting back for duty. This time, I’m telling an experience of mine that I had in the initial stage of my gigolo life. Hope you all will like it.

I met her via Instagram. We used to chat occasionally, share reels and have some good times. The gear shifted in the most unexpected way — a message that looked too simple to carry that much heat.

“I kinda want to see you.”

I remember staring at it for a second longer than I should’ve. It wasn’t a shock. I don’t know. Something in the way she wrote it felt like she forgot to censor herself for a moment. That’s what caught me, like she didn’t rehearse it. Like it slipped out from a thought she’d been holding back.

She had found one of my gigolo confessions online. She was 36. Delhi. Sharp eyes. The kind of woman who doesn’t wait for permission. But there was also, I don’t know, a flutter beneath the confidence. That combination always catches me off guard.

The chats between us never really got back to “normal”. They just happened.
One message became five. Five somehow became midnight. And her teasing… God. She typed as if she touched. Light at first, then suddenly bold enough to make me inhale sharply.

Three days in, she sent me a hotel booking without any dramatic buildup.
Just a picture and a quiet: “If you’re free.” I was free. Or maybe I wasn’t, but my body didn’t care.

Delhi felt different when you’re going there for someone who wants you with that kind of hunger. Every sound — cab horns, elevators, even the hotel AC — felt like background noise to whatever was about to happen upstairs.

When she opened the door… Let me be honest — whatever image I had in my head, she walked right past it and kicked it aside.

Taller than I pictured. More graceful, too. And her eyes — they didn’t scan me; they drank me in.

“Hi,” she said, but not in that typical shy way. It sounded more like, “Okay, you’re real. Now let’s see what reality does to me.”

Inside the room, we were moving slowly, but the room itself felt like it was breathing faster than we were. You know those odd pockets of time where everything feels a bit warped. Like a second drags its feet and then snaps back? That’s how it was. That’s what the room felt like.

She was close enough that her perfume drifted up and wrapped itself around my throat before she even touched me. Jasmine with something warm under it. I remember because I leaned in slightly — not enough to touch her, just enough to feel her breath shift.

“Drink?” she asked.

I said no. It came out lower than I intended. She noticed. Of course she did.

Her lips curved — not a smile, not a smirk — something in between. The kind that says: *Good. I wanted that. *

When she murmured, “Then we don’t have to wait,” right next to my ear, something in my chest literally jumped forward before I could hide it.

She leaned forward to kiss. Our tongues exploded in each other’s mouths as if they were having a wrestling competition. She was really fierce. It was like seeing another version of her, and it was amazing. She quickly removed my shirt and continued kissing me.

She then went down and started sucking my nipples. It felt amazing. I slowly removed my pants without disturbing her actions. Seeing that I’m naked, she immediately positioned herself in the 69 position. She told me to remove her clothes and then started sucking my cock.

My god, she was really talented that I had to use every bit of my willpower to remove her dress and panties. As a payback, I started eating her pussy like a hungry dog. I went as deep as possible with my tongue. She was enjoying it with my cock in her mouth.

We didn’t stop even after knowing we’re about to cum. We had our orgasm almost at the same time cumming in each other’s mouths.

We both were gasping for air. We went to the bathroom to clean ourselves. Under the shower, I sucked her boobs, and she gave me another blowjob. I then drilled her pussy standing for 10 whole minutes. She then pushed me to the floor, placed my cock right under the shower and started riding it.

To see water trickling down from her lips to her boobs that are jumping up and down. That was a real treat for my eyes. We then shifted positions. I sat on the toilet, and she sat on my cock and continued riding me. Since her boobs were so close to me, I started sucking them, munching those nipples once in a while.

She was screaming with pleasure, and it was making me hornier. I then lifted her and made her bend in front of the mirror, and started ramming her pussy in doggy style. She was yelling at a high pitch, telling me not to stop. I spanked her ass twice, making it red.

I could feel the pressure of orgasm rising in me. I told her that, and she told me she wants a cream pie. And I cum deep into her pussy. For a moment, I was gasping for air. I then slowly built my tongue’s way from her navel to her lips via her boobs and started kissing her while fingering her pussy.

I played with my tongue and fingers till she cum and after a while, she exploded with a shudder. Her second orgasm. We then washed ourselves and came out to dry. Then we snuggled into the bed and relaxed, cuddling each other.

From there, the night moved like warm water — slow around the edges, heavy in the centre. She touched me like she’d been imagining the shape of my body before actually feeling it. I touched her like I was learning her reactions one breath at a time.

We had multiple sessions in different positions, and we enjoyed every minute of it. We didn’t sleep for a long time. Not because we were trying to stay awake.
Just because neither of us wanted to break the moment.

In the morning, when I left, her scent stayed on me long after my flight took off. It’s strange — some nights fade. Some nights lodge themselves somewhere deep and settle there like a quiet burn.

This one… it never really left.

And if you’re reading this and some part of your body tightened just a little.
If your mind wandered to the idea of someone noticing you the way she was noticed. If you felt even a hint of that slow, warm curiosity.

You know where to find me: [email protected].

Hello, I am back with the second Part of the story. And thank you for the lovely response to Part-1. Hope you all enjoy this one too.

After waving bye to Mr Lee, we were waiting for our car outside the restaurant. Meanwhile, I was lost in deep thoughts of what just happened with a stranger, who was also in the restaurant washroom. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter thinking of everything.

As soon as we got our car from the valet parking, I got into my seat, and my husband started driving the car. I was very desperate to have sex, so I didn’t waste any more time to unzip my husband’s pants and start sucking his cock.

My husband was surprised by the way I was going mad to have sex with such an urge. His dick got even more erect, and his moaning got louder. As my husband was enjoying himself, I closed my eyes.

I was imagining how tempting it was to suck Mr Lee’s cock. I started increasing the speed and imitated the same way I sucked Lee in the washroom. Even my husband started fingering my pussy. I removed my panties when we were in the restaurant.

I spread my legs wide open and gave him a clear view of my pussy. I wasn’t in control of what was happening and just enjoyed giving him intense pleasure. After a while, he stopped at a signal. Our car has semi-tinted glasses, so people can see inside only when they are literally beside the car.

To see why we stopped, I tried to open my eyes for a second. I caught two young guys on a bike who were trying to look into the car, which made me feel even more erotic. They had a good view of what was happening in the car, along with my thighs.

My husband was fingering my pussy. I spread my legs even wider so that they could enjoy seeing it and continued sucking my husband’s cock more deeply. My husband increased the pace of fingering my pussy as we crossed the signal. My cum from the pussy was sprinkled out, dripping down the seat.

As my pussy was wetter with the cum and excitement, the sounds of pussy fucking were louder. He was using all his strength and tearing out my pussy with his hand. With such temptation, I started deep throating his cock very fast. Now, he came deep inside my mouth with a louder moan.

I swallowed every drop of it, cleaned his cock with my tongue, and just lay there keeping the cock in my mouth like a lollipop till we reached our home.

Once home, I went straight into the shower. But I wanted more and more.

I wanted my husband to drill my pussy. So, I started masturbating under the shower. We usually have sex toys all around our home, dildos and vibrators. I took one of the dildos. It is 10 inches long with 3 inches in thickness, and I inserted it into my pussy.

I was in deep pleasure. I peed while masturbating and started moaning louder and uncontrollably. Listening to my moans, he came into the washroom. He looked at me, having so much pleasure with the dildo in my pussy. He took a vibrator that was in the cupboard.

He made me bend forward, exposing my ass, and started inserting into my ass. I was damn deep into the pleasure, wanting more. I was shouting, “Please fuck me hard and fill all my holes with your cum, my love.”

My husband started fucking my ass with the vibrator as I was fucking my pussy with a dildo. It was so painful, but the pleasure was too high. Even my saliva was drooling out of my mouth. My husband turned me to his side, and we both spat in each other’s mouths.

He continued playing with my boobs, pinching them, sucking them, beating them very hard till they turned red. And finally, we both finished our shower and got into bed. We were about to sleep, and he slowly reached my pussy and started licking it.

I held his head, his hair and was squeezing his face between my thighs. He inserted his tongue into my pussy and sucked all my juices. I just closed my eyes. I slipped into imagining Lee in the same position, licking my pussy made me cum as well as pee.

As I peed on my husband‘s face, he, without saying a word, started drinking all my piss. After he finished cleaning my pussy with his mouth, he came up to sleep beside me.

After he came up, I could smell my pee all over his face, which aroused me again. I started licking his face, cleaned all my pee from his mouth and kissed him deeply. With this arousal, my husband started fucking me.

My pussy became so wet that even a big-sized bottle gourd would easily go inside. He continued to fuck me very hard in all the positions. I just closed my eyes and obeyed all his orders. My husband took us naked to our big balcony.

As we stayed in Raheja on the 16th floor, nobody could probably see us. But the wind outside was kissing all my body. He inserted his warm cock into my sexy, big ass. As I bent forward, my boobs were hanging down, and with every thump, they were jiggling.

I would say it was a great view to watch. He increased his fucking intensity. I started fingering my pussy with one hand. With the other hand, I was pinching my nipples and pressing my boobs. He fucked me for half an hour on the balcony, making me moan with so much pleasure.

As my moaning increased, so did his fucking, which made him cum deep inside my ass. It was so overwhelming for me with the thoughts of Lee and my husband’s intense session. Now that we were very tired, we directly hit the bed and fell asleep.

This was the 3rd best birthday of my life. You might be wondering what the other two were. One was during my graduation time. I was first introduced to sex with my neighbour’s family and got to know everything.

I leave it to you to guess my first best birthday experience. I will be waiting to hear from you.

Hope you guys liked it. We would like to hear your reviews at our Gmail ID [email protected]. Can’t wait to share the third part, in which I met Lee, with all these temptations. Take care, lovely people.

Thank you for the incredible response to the first part of “The Cancelled Plan Leads to Sex Games.” If you haven’t read it yet, please do so before continuing.

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As Vikas and Rashida have the time of their lives, Sadaf challenges Tony, “Why is this girl so loud? Make me scream louder.”

Tony pulls her closer, one arm around her waist and the other around her neck. As her chest rams into his, her boobs crushing against his, his hand on her waist explores her back by getting inside her top. That’s when he realizes she’s not wearing a bra.

His hand goes all the way up to her neck, pressing her more firmly into his chest. Sadaf likes this brute force and the way he’s handling her, as if he owns her. She likes that he isn’t asking for permission and is treating her the way he wants to.

She likes being forced, mauled, manhandled, and violated. She wants her man to be unapologetic, unkind, and treat her with utter disrespect in bed. At the same time, she doesn’t like physical injury or extreme pain — just a bit is fine.

She wants her man to do all these things only after she gives him the privilege, which she has just granted to Tony.

Tony begins to nibble on the nape of her neck while crushing her into his chest. She holds him by his hair and pushes his head further into her neck. As she does, he pulls her head back by her hair, runs his tongue around her ear, and bites her earlobe.

Like many women, the area around her neck and ears is her weak spot, and she simply surrenders if a man knows how to handle it. Tony just did that. While doing so, he gently runs the tips of his fingers over her neck, breasts, and waist, then inserts them into her shorts.

His fingers search for her pussy, sliding into her panties to touch her labia. Her pussy is already moist and dripping. He brings his hand out and makes her suck his fingers. She tastes her juices on his fingers as she sucks them seductively.

Just as she finishes, he forcibly turns her head and kisses her. While kissing, he sends his fingers back to where they came from — her pussy. He continues to kiss her forcefully while encircling her clit, slowly and gently at first, then occasionally applying more pressure.

This is becoming unbearable for her. He’s treating her like a rag doll — doing things at will. Touching, kissing, licking, biting, and rubbing without seeking permission.

Sadaf surrenders to the way he has taken control of her body. She just loves his aggression. She wants her man to be rough, aggressive, and unapologetic. Though he seems to be acting randomly, he’s touching all the right spots as if he’s the one who created her.

He turns her head aside and bites her earlobe while continuing to stimulate her clit. In no time, Sadaf begins to shake, hugs him tighter, and screams, “Aaaa, don’t stop. Faster and harder.”

What Tony doesn’t know is that she cums quickly and can have multiple orgasms. She has an orgasm. As her body settles, she stops Tony and says, “Stop everything and just fuck me. I want you inside me, and I want it now. I beg you. Don’t make me wait.”

Without waiting, she undresses him in a jiffy. She looks at his cock lovingly and says, “Impressive.” The compliment does wonders – his confidence boosts, his ego swells, and his cock stiffens further.

She expects Tony to fuck her either in missionary position or have her ride him. Surprisingly, he turns her over. Expecting him to take her doggy style, she begins to slowly get onto her knees. But he pushes her back onto the bed, making her lie flat on her chest.

She doesn’t know what he’s up to. He keeps her legs together, sits with his legs on either side of her, and with his erect dick pointing at her butt, he grabs her butt cheeks, squeezes them hard, and pushes them up.

She thinks he’s planning to fuck her asshole. While she loves anal, she now wants him inside her pussy. She’s in a dilemma about whether to tell him or not, and decides to just go with the flow.

He then takes one hand off her butt cheeks and inserts two fingers into her pussy. They easily slide in with the amount of juices flowing from her pussy.

“You’re still wet,” he says admiringly.

“All because of you, sweetheart,” Sadaf lovingly responds.

“Now, fuck me, baby. I’m dying to have you inside me.” Her words have magical power over him.

He squeezes her butt again and slowly slips his cock into her pussy. Her legs held closely together, and her butt cheeks squeezed and pushed up, making her pussy tighter than usual. As he enters her, her pussy walls can feel his cock’s girth.

His precum mixes with her juices, making her entire pussy sloppy. His warmth makes her melt even more. She places both hands above her head, holds the edge of the bed, and hisses, “Aaahhhhhh, yes, baby.” The feeling is heavenly.

He slowly enters her. Once he’s fully in, she mentally prepares for him to begin pounding her and eagerly anticipates it.

“Get both your hands adjacent to your hips,” he commands. She does as he says.

He then grabs both her hands by the wrists and places them one over the other above her butt on her lower spine. Then he locks them at the wrists by holding them together with his left hand. As he does this, her body is pushed further into the bed.

The lower part of her body is brutally crushed and locked. She’s helpless, can’t move, and there’s no escape. She has no option but to surrender and is simply loving it. He then spanks her butt hard a couple of times.

Sadaf feels waves of pain and pleasure move across her body and shrieks, “Aaahhhhh.” Her white skin turns pinkish from his brute force.

He grabs her right butt cheek, slightly pushes it up, and begins to fuck her while holding her wrists together and pinning her to the bed. With every thrust, her body is dug further into the bed, adding pressure and making her a bit breathless.

“Aahhh… aahhh… aaaaahhhhh… keep doing it, baby. Oh yeah, keep fucking. Don’t stop,” Sadaf pants and yells. She wants more and doesn’t want it to stop.

Just then, Vikas and Rashida enter the room after they are done with their activities and want to see what Tony and Sadaf are up to. The sight of his partner being pinned to the bed and fucked mercilessly turns Vikas on.

Vikas heads toward Sadaf, runs his hand over her head lovingly, holds his semi-erect cock, and takes it toward her mouth. Sadaf welcomes his cock with her lips open. He stuffs his cock in and begins to mouth-fuck Sadaf.

He pushes her head into the bed and starts to fuck her mouth. One cock pounds her pussy while another fucks her mouth. Both have pinned her body to the bed and are showing no mercy.

Rashida walks over and stands near Vikas, bending over to kiss him. Vikas kisses Rashida while pinching one of her nipples. Rashida uses her other hand to hold her second boob, caressing and squeezing it.

Sadaf can feel both her holes turn sloppy, making noises. The entire room smells of sweat and sperm. This becomes overwhelming for her. Her pussy starts pulsating and tightens its grip on Tony’s cock, squeezing it. This involuntary move makes her tighten her lips, causing her to shake and have another orgasm.

In no time, Sadaf’s body begins to tremble as if she’s having convulsions. She’s experiencing one of the best orgasms of her life. This sight has such a huge impact on Vikas that he cums in her mouth.

Sadaf loves to drink cum. But now, with her body trembling, there’s no way she can swallow. All the juices flow through her cheeks and drip onto the floor. And in no time, Tony starts to cum. Sadaf tightens her pussy to milk his cock further.

In no time, all four of them are lying on the bed… fully nude and completely spent. But they’re sure that this resting phase is temporary and they’d be up for more sex in no time.

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I’m Tony, back with an encounter with my manager, which happened at the car park during the Onam celebration. This year, the Onam celebration took place outside our office. So we have booked a resort in Kochi.

As you know, Kerala is known for Onam, and everyone comes in traditional dress. So I came with a shirt and a mundu, my manager in Kerala Saree. My manager’s name is Hema, 35 years old, with a good figure, 32-30- 34.

She is not too exposing or hot, but when you see her at a particular angle, you will be mad at her. She drove her car to the resort. I guided her to park the car in the car park. She asked me to come to the car parking lot along with her. It is new to her, and she has to come alone from there.

While she was driving to the car park, I got a view of her boobs through the blouse and her navel as her saree moved away. I got stuck on this view. Until this moment, I didn’t have any intention towards her. She watched me looking at her boobs and asked me what I was seeing.

I said nothing. She seductively sighed at me and said I saw what you watched. But as she is my Manager, I said nothing again. Now she put her hand on my thigh and rubbed. My dick got hard as a rock. She is asking what you saw. Again, I said nothing.

After a few rubs on my thighs, she put her hand on my dick and asked what this was. At this time, I pressed her boobs and kissed her lips. For 5 minutes, this happened. Her response is good, and in the car park, no one is there. She took my dick out and gave a blowjob.

I was about to remove her dress, but she told us we could do it in the evening as the saree would wrinkle. But I’m out of control and told her show her boobs now as I want to suck. After a few seductions, she accepted and gave her boobs. I sucked it for a few minutes.

In the evening, we made sure everyone was left. We went to the car parking lot. Without wasting a moment, we entered the back row and started kissing like mad at each other. Along with kissing, I pressed her boobs hard. After kissing, I removed her saree, blouse, skirt, bra and panty.

Oh, the view was just like hell, and I was on cloud nine as I didn’t know she was carrying this much heat in her. Her pussy was wet, and it was leaking. I lay her on the seat, suck her pussy, drink all the juice, and press her boobs. She is moaning a lot, and both are sweating.

After sucking, I was kissing all over her body, she took my dick and started to play. She was triggered out, and in a full mood, she was sucking and biting on dick. She is mad at my dick and asked me whether I have protection, as she doesn’t want both of us in trouble.

But to my luck, I bought a pack of condoms 2 days back, and I have it in my bag. When I took it out, she was very happy. She put the condom on my dick. As it was my first time with her, I started with a slow pace. Her pussy is not too loose or too tight.

But she told me my dick is bigger and heavier than her husband’s. After a few minutes, she was begging me to fuck her. Her moans were very loud. When hearing this, I fucked her like a bitch. After 15 minutes of hard fuck, we both released at the same time.

Again, I sucked her pussy and cleaned it out. After a few minutes of smooching and kissing, I got erect, and the time is also getting late. We planned to make it faster.

I put another condom on. As it is a car, we don’t have enough space. Again, she lay on the seat, and I fucked her hard faster and faster.  In this second round, I cum in 5 minutes. After that, she got dressed, and both left.

After this, whenever I go to the Kochi office, she takes work from home and asks me to take work from home too. She asks me to come to her home. I went to her house; she was in a normal nightdress. We had a morning call and didn’t have much hectic work on that day.

So immediately after the call, we removed each other’s dress and kissed each other. I made her lie on the bed and kissed her completely. Her pussy starts to leak the juice. I fingered it out and sucked it. She is moaning heavily, “Tony, fuck me hard.”

After 15 minutes, she took a condom and put it on my dick. Now I started to fuck her hard, banged her boobs, and fucked her hard. When I was about to cum, I told her. She told him to give it to her. She took all in her mouth and sucked my dick.

After 1 hour, we did a second round. Now I was playing in her pussy with my finger. She got aroused and begged me to fuck. But I didn’t give her a chance and continued playing. When she is about to burst out, I fucked her.

She was moaning, “Fuck me, Tony fucker, fuck hard.” I was aroused by her moaning, and my dick grew a little harder, and I was mad at her. After 20 minutes, she cum out and was about to be exhausted. But I’m in a foul mood and didn’t stop fucking.

Now she starts to beg to stop. But I haven’t shown any mercy to her and fucked her a lot. She was like, “Oh, please stop.”  At last, I was about to cum; I took my dick out and removed the condom. The cum sprayed all over her body.

I was exhausted and lay down near her. After a few minutes, she arose and took revenge on me for not showing mercy on her in the second round. She took my dick and played with it with her mouth. She took it fully until it stuck in her throat, that is, her deep throat.

She sat on my face and made me suck it out. We were in a 69 position, and she sucked and bit my dick.

By 2:30, we decided to take a bath. Because by 4, her children will come from school. We were bathing at the same time. I put her soap, and she too washed me. In the bathroom, we fucked each other.

She was holding my shoulder and her legs in my lips. I was holding her in my hand and fucked her. Only flup flupflup and aaah ohhhh sound in the bathroom. After that, she took my dick in her mouth and sucked the entire cum. By 3:30, we came out, I dressed and left for my room.

Even though all these, we never take any advantage at work. We were both the best colleagues as well as a manager. We planned to fuck each other once a month or whenever I come to Kochi.

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Good morning, my name is Noah Martin, and I am from Cap d’Agde, France. My age is 26 years old. I have a muscular and hairy body, and my height is 6’2 and my dick is 7 inches long and 5 inches thick. We run a Nudist Resort here, and I am a psychologist too. I am bisexual.

This series is going to be based on my family’s sex life, so let me introduce my family first –

Dad – his name is Louis Martin, he is 50 years old, his height is 6’3. He has a hairy and muscular body. His dick size is 6 inches long and 4 inches thick. He is bisexual. He is a Dermatologist.

Mom – Her name is Emma Martin, her age is 48 years old, her height is 6’1, and she has an amazing body with big boobs and ass. She is a Psychologist.

Sister – Her name is Jade Martin, her age is 25 years old, her height is 5’11, and she also has an amazing figure; she is married now. She is a medical student.

Wife – Her name is Julia Martin, she is 24 years old, her height is 6’0, and she has an amazing figure. She can drive anyone crazy for her. She is a dermatologist.

This series is going to be based on my family’s sex life. This incident happened before my College started, and I was waiting for college to start. It was 14th February, Valentine’s Day, as well as their marriage anniversary. I heard some noises from my parents’ room; they must be having sex.

I was almost 19 years old that time, that day, their door was not locked, even though the door was a little open, they both were naked on the bed and talking, Porn was playing on TV at full volume, the moaning was audible in almost the whole house.

They never did that before, though they have sex 4-5 times every week, but this was different. They started with kissing, and they were enjoying it like a honeymoon. The room was decorated with flowers and balloons. They kissed for like 10 minutes.

Then Dad started sucking her tits, even though he was kissing her whole body. They both were super horny. After a few minutes, they came in 69 position, and Dad started licking her pussy, and Mom was sucking his dick. My dick was rock hard. They did this for 10-15 minutes.

Then, Dad again licked her pussy for a few minutes before inserting his dick in her pussy in missionary position. Maybe the door was left open for me, Dad was fucking her pussy, she was moaning really loud, Dad was fucking her really good like a porn star.

Then they switched positions, now Mom was sitting on his dick in reverse cowgirl position, she was moving up and down on his dick. Her boobs were jumping. She was looking really sexy.

I wanted to go and suck her tits. It was the movement that attracted me to my Mom. I have seen her naked a lot, as we are Nudists. I have secretly seen their sex many times, but this time it was different.

After almost half an hour, both got their orgasms at the same time. Dad released his cum in her mouth. Mom drank every drop of it, then Mom again started sucking his, though it was still hard, I am not sure, but Dad pissed in her mouth, because I heard Mom saying, “Delicious piss.”

Then Dad fucked Mom in doggy position, Mom’s face was on my side, and her boobs were hanging in the air and moving. At this moment, I wanted to enter and fuck her mouth. Mom again got her orgasm, then she pissed in Dad’s mouth. I was sure now that Mom also must have drunk his piss.

It felt awkward, but it made me even more horny. I was continuously stroking my dick. Then Dad fucked her in pretzel position. After 10 minutes, they both got their orgasms at the same time. Dad released his cum in her pussy this time.

I was shocked, but his dick was still rock hard even after fucking for a whole hour. I had released my cum twice. But the same with me, my dick was still hard. Then Dad fucked Mom in standing dragon position, I was able to see his whole dick was going in her pussy.

Her moans were really loud. Then, they again had sex in the missionary position. Mom got 2 orgasms this time; she was completely tired. Finally, they had sex in seashell position for around 30 minutes. Then, the missionary for 10-15 minutes before getting his final orgasm.

This time, the cum was released on her tits. Dick was still a little erect, but both were really tired. I released my cum 3 times, then I cleaned my cum and then went to my room to sleep.

The next morning, I was sure that they had seen me watching them, but everything was normal. They both were really happy. After having breakfast, they both went to their clinics.

Our clinics are just next to our house. We have a door that connects the clinics and our house. Let me share a secret. There is a room in every clinic that has a bed and couches with washrooms in case we need some rest, or we want to have some fun.

From that day, I was getting attracted to my Mom more and more. My parents started having sex every day. They have sex in the hall, kitchen, bathroom and everywhere in the house. They don’t stop or hesitate even if I am around.

I felt something different. Maybe they were trying to give me some clue. One random day, I got a WhatsApp text from Dad, it was a link to a sex story. But it was an incest sex story between a Mom and son.

I was shocked, but I got a clue that they were giving me a signal for something. Even I was ready, but then it came my 19th birthday. It changed everything between 3 of us.

This was all about the first part. I will be back with another part soon. Thanks for reading. Share your views in the comments.

Hello readers, I know I am pretty late with this story submission, and you all want to know what is going to happen next. Read my previous story at the given link and provide any feedback at [email protected]

Rest assured, I won’t be late again; I am simultaneously working on my other stories as well. So, without wasting much of your precious time, let me begin with the intense moments with my mating partner.

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After Mohini went to the village, I had received a lot of exposure and had become too horny. Beyond my self-control, I started masturbating nearly 6-7 times a day. I wanted to bang her as soon as possible. So, when I got the chance, I took a bus and reached my village.

After reaching home, I saw her doing some chores in the kitchen. We have a big house with multiple hallways and halls adjacent to rooms. I saw her and asked her to accompany me to keep my baggage inside one of the rooms.

My hand was aching as I had to carry the bag for a long distance; the connectivity to my village was not so good. She started mocking me, saying that I don’t have any strength and trying to hurt my male ego. This ignited anger in my mind, and I rushed towards her, wrapped both my arms around her waist, and carried her midair towards a charpoy.

That charpoy was a bit old and weak, so as soon as I fell on it with her, it broke. Meanwhile, she felt ashamed. She later blamed me in front of my grandparents, saying that I was trying to jump on the charpoy, which caused it to break.

Alas, the want of cunts can make you do anything and take any blame.

Slowly, time drifted, and it was night. We have a big terrace with various-sized charpoys, but we were going to sleep on the cot laid on the ground.

My grandparents lay in their beds on the terrace. Some people were in their rooms, while I was talking to her, lying side by side on the cot.

We noticed there was a power cut without any timing or notice, and both grandparents had started snoring. It was not a very bright or starry night.

I moved close to her and, holding her hand firmly, turned her sideways to face me. I put my hand from below her kurta and started feeling her navel, which was my favorite spot on her body.

I loved each and every part of her body, and I still remember her contours and her taste. I moved my hand upwards and noticed that she had not worn any bra; maybe she had taken off her innerwear before coming to sleep.

I could right away feel her naked breasts, and I ran my fingers over her nipples. While rubbing her nipples, they started to respond to my touches. I did not want to slide her kurta up further because there was a slight danger of being caught if anyone woke up.

Though we were safe from the neighbors’ eyes due to the railings, the fear of getting caught stopped me from taking her nipples in my mouth. I had been horny for the last 10-15 days, so I wanted to fuck her at any cost. I did not care much about foreplay; I just wanted to slide my cock into her cunt.

I pulled the strings of her salwar while she faintly tried to resist, fearing that someone might wake up. I did not care and somehow was successful in pulling her string. As soon as her salwar became loose, I put my finger in her pussy.

Her genital was already wet. So, I took that finger in my mouth and tasted the little mucus that had stuck to it. I moved my finger back towards her pussy, and this time, I started stroking her – first with one finger, then with two, and then with three.

Now, after I inserted my third finger, things became a bit intense as she became speechless, trying to suppress her moans with the fear of being caught if any sound escaped her throat. She was slowly pushing her torso towards my fingers while at the same time, keeping a check to ensure no sound escaped her mouth.

I liked her body’s response and could fuck her till eternity if given a chance. I somehow managed to pull down my shorts with my other hand, as it was difficult due to the posture we were in. My cock was always erect for her whenever I was in close vicinity.

I applied the moisture grabbed from her pussy to the bulbous head of my prick and slowly dragged my lower abdomen towards hers. Though we had had a few fuck sessions earlier, I was never satisfied with her. And all that was going on in my brain was to just keep on banging her.

The moment my cockhead touched her outer pussy walls, I felt some current pass through my cock, sending a signal to my brain to ram the remaining length in one go to the full possible depth without caring for the surroundings. That is what I did.

Her eyes made a rollercoaster trip in their sockets. From her expression, it felt as if she had gotten intoxicated. I felt like this was the essence of sex — this happens when you forget that there are others apart from the two mating.

I slowly withdrew my cock, moving my pelvic region till the bulbous head was only touching her pussy. I rammed my cock back in, and the excitement in me was such, because I had been longing for her for a few days, that I felt I wouldn’t be able to fuck her for long.

Though I wanted the session to last, being an amateur fucker, I did not have much experience back then, and the time constraint was also there. We did not have much choice and could not afford to get caught and spoil our chances of further encounters.

The feel of her wet meat wrapping my cock and her spraying her squirt over my dickhead was amazing. A feeling that I would like to experience for the rest of my life, if possible, with her, but you all know that was not possible. It feels out of this world to spray your seeds in the womb and take the squirt on the dickhead.

I was not able to stand her heat for too long, and I guess within 15 or maybe twenty shots, I started feeling a shiver in my legs as the jizz was being transferred from my charger to her socket.

Here, I think she was disappointed, as she could not cum for me, and I missed her squirt over my dick. I felt bad for her, but nothing much could be done at the spot we were in.

We decided, while drawing patterns with our fingers over our clothes, to call it a night and wait for our further luck and chance to bang each other.

Though last night was nothing short of a dream come true, our village trip had constrained us, and we did not get many chances to fondle or be close to each other. We used to fight with each other, which our family members could not understand and thought was a sweet gesture that tends to put brothers and sisters on fighting terms.

I think the very next afternoon, after having food, people usually go for an afternoon nap. I was searching for her but could not find her. I went upstairs to fetch something and saw that she was also there alone. I told her to come inside the room on the terrace.

She was doing drama and trying to tease me. I went inside and told her to come in. That is when she said, “What is the use?” as I don’t last long, and she remains unsatisfied a few times.

Being a late teenager (19 years old), you people might know that I lack stamina. I wasn’t offended by her comment because I wanted to bang her, and for that, I would have to try to persuade her.

After some drama, she came inside the room. All windows were closed, and after she entered, I closed the door as well, though it had a few small holes. It was quite a big room and had a few charpoys kept there, a few cots lay there, and other stuff as well, so we lay on one bed at the side of the door. The position was such that if anyone tried to peep through the door, no one could see what was happening on that bed.

I slid her kurta upwards, and as her boobs became bare, I touched her nipples with the tip of my tongue; she was like a play toy to me. I had not noticed it earlier, but I think her boobs had started developing further.

As I closed my mouth, catching the grip of her nipples between my tongue and upper teeth, I felt like there were certain markings on the toppings.

As I tried to suck her nipples like a baby does to his mother, I could make out that they were dry, and that is when I realized that women lactate only after giving birth to children.

I was playing with the nipples, alternating between both boobs simultaneously, playing either with my mouth or with my hands. She was making hissing sounds like “Isshhh, haaaa, huff, isss,” etc. I was kneading her boobs now and slowly went down towards her navel, kissed it, and then touched it with the tip of my tongue.

I poured some saliva in her navel and then tried to suck it back. I blew air over her navel, then again put my mouth back and started sucking while embarking my teeth on the outskirts of her navel.

I caught the knot near the hem opening of her salwar and slid both her panties and her salwar down till her thighs, only to the point where she could dress up quickly if need be.

I loved eating her pussy, and given a chance like this, how could I miss it? I directly put my tongue in her pussy, and it was moist as always. It seemed as if she was always wet for me.

I put my tongue in, and she got hold of my head, pushing it with her hands towards her pussy while also pushing her torso to get the most of my tongue action. I knew it was a dangerous time and we could not go long, as we were always short on time.

I wanted to take things as quickly as possible, so I kind of twisted my tongue within her pussy, and she came for me. I wanted to suck the entire load she had shed. I could feel like her cum was trying to erupt in the same manner as men ejaculate.

Her taste was always awesome, and hence I could not let the chance of lapping up her juices slip from my hands. I again covered her pussy with my mouth and tried to suck the inside of her pussy. This action again ignited a fire in her, triggering her to raise her torso a bit in the air.

I wanted to shove it in her, but before that, I thought to have a look outside. I peeped from the window and saw that her father and sister were searching for her.

I told her to change the bed as they could come upstairs searching for us. We changed our beds and pretended as if we were sleeping after rectifying our clothes.

I think not more than 10 minutes had passed when her father came searching for her and was peeping through the holes in the door. He saw that we were lying side by side, and from his view, he could make out that we were asleep with our mouths slightly open and our eyes partially open.

He called her name and told her that there was some work and she needed to go with him. Along with him, his youngest daughter (they had four sisters in total) was also present.

She got up and said she was coming. Meanwhile, the younger one said that she was feeling sleepy and that in this summer, it was quite cool in here, so she wanted to take a nap as well.

She left with her father, and her youngest sibling came to sleep here, replacing her sister.

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I will continue with what happened afterward and how she became pregnant in further parts. I think there won’t be more than two parts from here, according to the story plots.

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A few days later, we got married, and it was a costly marriage for me. So costly that I had to watch my wife getting fucked by a Gen Z, but still had to get married to her.

On the first night, her hair was blooming with small, white jasmine flowers. The sweet smell that filled the room gave a strange erotic feeling.

Her red blouse was very tight. I could see her fully grown boobs pushing against the tiny fabric. The dark circles of her nipples were visible from that sick cloth, fuck man, if I were with a big cock I would have shown her hell.

Teju: “I am so happy, Rahul.” Her eyes were shining. “We are finally husband and wife. This is the start of our new life.”

She handed me a glass of milk, which is a tradition for the first night. “Drink this, my husband.” I drank about half of it, the milk feeling thick in my dry throat. I gave the glass back to her.

But she didn’t take it. Instead

Teju. “Don’t waste any.”

Her voice sounded like honey. She made me drink the rest of the milk into my mouth. About fifteen minutes passed. I started to feel dizzy, the candle was getting blurry, and the room was spinning.

I saw Teju reach over to the small table next to the bed. It was a sedative, a sleeping medicine. Then, my world went completely black. I don’t know how much time passed. I slowly started to wake up to the sounds of the bed.

*Creak… creak… creak* With every creak, I heard a loud moaning noise of a woman.

I was tied to a chair, and a thick rope held me to the chair. There was a cloth stuffed deep into my mouth, so I couldn’t speak or make a sound. I could see only a few places with only a few candles burning, giving just enough light to see the bed.

And on our bed, I saw my wife. Her white saree was a mess, all bundled up around her waist. Her beautiful red blouse was torn open, and her big, beautiful breasts were bouncing out, free and wild. Her body was moving back and forth.

Teju: Aah, you monster! We have the whole night. Be gentle, lick slowly.

I still could not see the man between my wife’s legs. He was licking, kissing and biting her pussy, pushing his head into hers with so much force that the whole bed was shaking.

He: I can’t hold myself back seeing such beautiful pussy.

In that small light, I finally saw his face when he gave a beak to his feast. It was Roopak. He had climbed in through the side window of our house. I felt ashamed and annoyed, with my parents sleeping in the room right next to ours.

But Teju was moaning so loudly, I was sure they would hear. She didn’t care at all. Her eyes were closed, her head was thrown back, and she was holding onto Roopak’s strong, muscular arms.

Damn man, he was making her cum just by using his tongue. He stopped for a moment and looked down at her body. He saw the jar of chocolate spread on the table, the one I had bought so that I could use it on her. He grabbed it and opened the lid.

He squeezed a big amount of the dark brown Nutella all over her breasts, covering them completely.

Teju: You damn animal, I never imagined that one could eat chocolate like this.

Roopak: Yes, I too never imagined until I saw your milky white boobs.

Teju blushed and kissed him, eating the cocoa that was left on his lips. They were dark and angry marks. She was not crying in pain. She was screaming in pleasure, a rough, painful pleasure.

He was not done with her. He pulled his body away and flipped her over, just like a doll. He made her turn on her stomach and pulled her hips up high in the air.

Teju: You are making me fear you. What are you up to now?

Roopak: Just wait and feel it, you Bitch!

I can clearly sense that he was going for her pussy held up high in the sky. Her face was pushed down into the pillows. He stood behind her and, without any warning, he pushed his big, fat 6-inch cock into her from behind.

This new position let him go even deeper inside her.

Teju: You moron, you could have warned me, aaah!

She screamed into the pillow. I could see her whole body shaking with a powerful orgasm that ripped through her.

Roopak slapped her harder. “Can your husband Rahul do it?” he demanded, his voice a low, dominant rumble.

Teju’s head dropped in shame. She said nothing.

He slapped her ass again, even harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her fair skin. “I asked you a question Bitch!”

Teju: “No, in a million lives he can’t.”

He kept on pounding her from that position

Teju: Yes, yes, yes, keep on going, I’m your slave.

He stopped in the middle and lay down on his back. His manhood was standing up, straight and hard.

Roopak commanded: “Ride me.”

Teju: You know that my husband is in the room, and you ask me to ride your cock, how unfair.

She willingly turned her face towards me and climbed that monster.

Teju: I am sorry, hubby, I have to obey him. Please don’t judge me.

She put her hands on his legs and started to move her body up and down, moving her hips in a fast, rough rhythm.

Roopak: You will listen to me bitch.

He pulled her hair back and started to push his cock even deeper. Her round, cheeky, beautiful ass was slapping against his body every time she came down. She was using his body as a weight for pleasure, chasing the climax.

After a few more minutes, I could hear his breathing change; he was making loud sounds. “I’m going to cum,” he said, his voice thick and heavy.

This time, Teju did something that gave me a heart attack. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling his body as close to hers as possible. He was making it hard even for the air to get in between them.

Teju: “Do it,” she begged him. “Release your cum in me. Cum in me.”

I could not take it anymore, and I fainted.

The next morning, I was untied and was on the floor. Teju was still asleep, lying on her back. The white bedsheet was the only cloth that half covered her.

A little later, Teju woke up, and we both went into the hall. Everyone else in the house woke up. We went down for breakfast, and our parents came to wish us a good morning.

They saw the bite marks all over Teju’s neck and chest. They were dark red and purple, impossible to miss. My mother looked horrified. “Rahul! How could you be so rough with her?” She scolded me. “It was her first night! You should have been gentle!”

She just smiled and came over to me, putting her arm around me. “It’s okay, Mummy,” she said in a sweet, loving voice. “It was… a very passionate night. I am not a little girl.”

Everyone in the room smiled. They were all so happy for us. My father patted me on the back, and then a different person from the washroom came out.

My father: Hey, Roopak, hope you had a good sleep last night. Sorry for the disturbance.

My wife and I were in shock.

Both: ROOPAK?

My father: You guys know him?

Both: NO, not at all.

My wife was scared from her legs to her head.

My father: He is our new intern, and he will be joining our family business.

Me (in my head): He is already in most of my business.

My father: He will be staying here for a week.

I was fucked up, his statement for a day was hell, a week is enough for him to breed my wife!

Let’s see what will happen next.

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Hello y’all, Sam here, and back to continue the untold stories I had written years ago. Gosh, time flies. This is from my escapades with a wonderful human in Komal Bhabhi. So, back to that night of that surprising day.

That kiss on my cheek from Bhabhi stuck with me all day. It wasn’t a normal aunty-peck. My mind kept going back to that trial room. The violet bra, her glowing skin, and the way she didn’t even try to cover up when she called me in. She knew what she was doing.

Saturday was useless. I couldn’t study. Couldn’t focus. All I thought about was Sunday. Four kilometres away. So close.

I told myself it was just a visit. Kiran Bhaiya was in Qatar. Her mother-in-law was probably around. We’d have chai and talk about old times. Normal stuff. But I felt restless, like before an exam you know you haven’t studied for. Maybe the memories were too strong to forget.

Sunday came, and I had to visit. Or maybe I had a hidden agenda, not too sure. Looked up the address and booked an auto, and reached the place after 20 minutes. I was in this big ass apartment which made me understand Kiran Bhaiya was doing well as I pressed “12” on the elevator.

She opened the door as soon as I rang the bell. Komal had on a peach-colored kurti and white leggings. The kurti looked simple, but it was made of thin material. It showed everything. The shape of her breasts, her waist, her hips. That body to die for.

Her hair was tied up, but bits of it fell around her face. She looked… amazing.

“Sam! You came!” She smiled and hugged me right there in the doorway. This hug was different from the mall. It was tighter, but my lil bro inside the pants was already excited. I felt her whole body against mine. My hands patted her back awkwardly.

“You told me to come, Bhabhi,” I said.

“Good boy,” she laughed, letting go. “Come in. Leave your shoes.”

The flat was big and quiet. Really quiet. Huge windows showed the whole city.

“Where’s Maa Ji?” I asked.

“Oh, she went to her home for a week. Some family thing,” Komal said, walking to the kitchen. “So, it’s just us. Chai?”

*Just us.* The words hung in the air.

“Yeah,” I said. “Chai sounds good.”

I stood near the kitchen island, watching her. She moved easily. Filled the kettle, got cups from a high shelf. The kurti rode up a little, showing a strip of skin on her lower back. I stared until she turned around.

“So,” she said, leaning on the counter. “Final year. Big man on campus? Lots of girlfriends?”

I laughed, a bit nervous. “No girlfriends. Just work.”

“Liar,” she smiled. “A boy like you? You must be breaking hearts.”

“Says the most beautiful woman in Bangalore,” I said. It came out easily, like old times.

She blushed, actually blushed, and turned to the tea. “Still sweet-talking, I see.”

“Some things change,” I said without thinking.

She stopped for a while and went, “Do they?”

It got quiet. The only sound was the kettle. I remembered her in the red light. Her moans. Her skin. The kettle whistled loudly. She jumped, then laughed. “Scares me every time!”

We talked about safe things after that. She answered all the questions with a gentle smile on her face, as usual.

“Remember,” she said, sipping her chai, “that time in the rain? When you helped me with my blouse?”

I almost choked. “Vaguely.”

“Vaguely?” She laughed. “You were shaking. I thought you’d faint.”

“I was trying to be respectful.”

“You were trying very hard,” she said, looking right at me. “And then you ran out like the room was on fire.” She shook her head, smiling. “I thought about that a lot after you left. How simple it was. In the beginning.”

*In the beginning.* That meant there was an after. The air felt thick.

“Why did you call me in there, Bhabhi?” I asked. I never had the guts to ask back then. “You could have done it yourself.”

She put her cup down slowly. Looked out the window. “I was curious,” she said softly. “I saw how you looked at me. At the market. At dinner. You weren’t like Kiran. You actually *saw* me. I wanted to know what you’d do. If you were looking, or if you’d… act.”

She looked back at me. Her eyes were dark. “Turns out you acted. But you were so careful. You took your time.”

My heart was pounding now. This wasn’t safe talk.
“I was scared,” I said.

“I know,” she whispered. “So was I.”

It got quiet again, but this kind of quiet was heavy. The space on the sofa between us felt like it was pulling me.

“Show me the flat?” I asked, needing to move.

She smiled. “Okay. Kiran loves this place.”

Then the house tour started, showing me the guest room, the home office, and the balcony. I was thinking why on earth they want to have such a big place, just for three people, two with Kiran not being there. Finally, she stopped at the last door.

“Master bedroom,” she said, and pushed it open.

It was a big, nice room. A huge bed with a fancy cream bedsheet. Everything was neat. Too neat. No photos. No mess. It didn’t feel lived in. It felt like a showroom.

I stayed in the doorway. This was their room. Kiran’s room.

Komal walked in and went to the closet, leaving the door open. “Kiran designed this closet,” she called out.

I could see his suits on one side. Her clothes, on the other hand. My eyes caught something black and lacy hanging alone. The lingerie from the shop.

She saw me looking. Instead of hiding it, she walked over and touched the strap. “That salesgirl was right,” she said, not looking at me. “She thought we were a couple. A young wife and her husband.” She said ‘husband’ like the word tasted bad.

Then she turned, leaning in the closet doorway, arms crossed under her chest. It pushed her breasts up. “What would you have done, Sam,” she asked, her voice low, “if we were a couple? If you were my husband in that trial room? Would you have stayed or run away like you did last time?”

The question was so spicy that my mouth went dry. Every part of me wanted to say one thing. My brain was shouting *Kiran Bhaiya, family, stop. *

I took one step into the room. Just one.

“If I were your husband, Bhabhi,” I said, my voice rough, “I wouldn’t have waited for you to call me. I’d have been in there already. And that lace wouldn’t have stayed on for a second.”

She sucked in a breath. Her cheeks went pink. She looked at me, and for a second, I saw it—the same want I was feeling. Right there in her eyes. Raw.

But then her eyes shifted. She looked past me, at the empty, perfect bed, and something changed. The moment broke. She straightened up, smoothed her kurti, and let out a shaky laugh.

“Such a filmy line, Sam! Too many movies.” She walked past me, out of the room. “Come, lunch is ready. I made paneer butter masala.”

I followed, my whole body was buzzing. We’d gotten close to the edge, but we hadn’t jumped.

Lunch was normal. We talked about college, Netflix, and traffic. We laughed. But underneath it all, you could feel it—what almost happened in that bedroom. The hunger that didn’t get fed.

After lunch, I video-called Mumma and had her talk with Komal. It lasted for a few minutes before we had nothing else to do.

“Want to see some photos?” she asked me.

I was like, sure, since I didn’t know what else to do. In a couple of minutes, we were sitting on the floor of the living room, looking at some old photo albums that she had dug out. She was leaning over the book, pointing at a picture of Kiran Bhaiya from years ago.

My mind wasn’t on the photos. She was sitting cross-legged, facing me. That thin peach kurti was loose at the neck. Every time she leaned forward to turn a page, the neckline gaped open. I tried to look at the pictures. I really did. But my eyes kept dropping down.

There it was. The deep shadow between her breasts. A smooth, creamy curve. The edge of a plain, beige bra. Simple, not like the lace in the shop. But seeing it here, in her home, in the daylight, felt ten times more private. More real.

She was talking about the trip in the photo, her voice soft. I made a noise like I was listening. “Hmm.”

She shifted, reaching for another album on the low table. The movement made the kurti pull tight across her chest for a second. I saw the full, heavy shape of her. The way the soft cotton clung. My throat went dry.

I pretended to be interested in a different page, leaning in too. Our shoulders almost touched. From this angle, I could see right down the front of her kurti. The shadow was deeper. I could see the gentle swell where her breast met the cup of her bra. A faint blue vein under her skin.

My jeans started to feel tight. I shifted, trying to adjust myself without being obvious. My heart was beating hard in my ears, louder than her voice.

She must have felt me staring. She stopped talking mid-sentence. She didn’t look up at me. She just went very still. Her finger stayed on a photo.

Then, slowly, she leaned forward a little more, reaching for her glass of water on the table. The neckline fell open completely.

For one full, endless second, I saw everything. The smooth slope of her breast, all the way down to where the dark pink nipple would be, was hidden by the bra. The soft skin of her inner curve. It was just a flash. Then she straightened up, bringing the glass to her lips, taking a slow sip.

She still didn’t look at me. A faint pink flush crept up her neck. She put the glass down carefully. Her breathing seemed a little quicker.

She turned the page. Her hand was not quite steady.

“This one is from my cousin’s wedding,” she said, her voice a bit huskier than before. She cleared her throat.

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, my eyes glued to the album, but seeing nothing. The image of that shadow, that smooth skin, was burned into my head.

And then, like a punch, the memory hit me. Not from a movie. Not from some porn I’d seen later. From her. From that first time, in the dark, in this same city years ago.

I was 19. Clumsy. I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything. When my mouth finally found her breast, I didn’t know there was a technique.

I didn’t know about teasing, licking, or biting soft. I just took her nipple into my mouth, desperate, and sucked. Hard. Like I was dying of thirst.

I didn’t know if I was doing it right. I just kept going, switching from one to the other, sucking and licking clumsily, driven by a blind, hungry instinct. The taste of her skin—salty, sweet, like nothing else.

The feel of her nipple hardening against my tongue. The little sounds she made, trying to keep quiet. It was the most real, raw thing I’d ever known.

Sitting there on her living room floor, with the sun shining and photo albums between us, my mouth actually watered. My whole body remembered. I was lost in that fantasy land when suddenly I heard her voice again.

“Sam? What happened”

I shifted again, the ache in my jeans now a persistent, painful throb. I had to look away from her.

“Ahh, nothing. The food was too good, I might have wanted more.”

Saying so, I stared at a random photo of a temple, but all I could see was the past.

“Oh, hahaha!” she said as her focus went to show me more photos.

The air in the room wasn’t just thick anymore. It was suffocating. Charged with a memory so vivid it felt like it had happened five minutes ago.

She turned another page. “That was a good trip,” she said softly, almost to herself. Her voice pulled me back to the present. But when I dared to glance at her, her cheeks were still flushed. She was staring at the photo, but her eyes were unfocused. Far away.

I knew where she’d gone. She’d gone to the same dark room I’d just visited. We sat in silence for a long minute, the ghost of that first time lying heavily between us, more intimate than any touch we’d shared today.

Finally, she closed the album with a soft thud. “I think… I’m getting a bit tired,” she said, not meeting my eyes. She stood up, smoothing her kurti down. “Should we… call it a day?”

When I left, standing at her door again, things felt different. Heavy.

“Thanks for coming, Sam,” she said, not looking at me. “It was good to see you.”

“You too, Bhabhi. Really.”

“Don’t disappear this time,” she said, looking up. Her eyes were serious. “My number’s in your phone. Use it.”

“I will.”

She leaned in and hugged me. A long, tight hug. “Take care,” she whispered.

“You too.”

I walked to the elevator, feeling her watch me until the doors closed. I sat in my car for a while, just thinking. The hug. The blush. The peach kurti. The question in the bedroom. The look in her eyes.

Nothing happened. No sex, no kiss. But it was the most tense, spicy few hours of my life. We didn’t start an old fire. We just piled up all the wood around it, poured petrol on it, and stood there together with a match, waiting to see who’d let it drop.

More in part 3. Thanks for reading, y’all. If you have any feedback, have your own experiences to share, or maybe want to catch up somewhere for a nice cosy lunch or dinner in Bangalore.

Drop your texts to: [email protected]. Happy holidays till I meet you with the next part!