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Ever since I can remember I have always sniffed my older sister Aruna worn panties, whenever she took a shower or bath I would run into her bedroom and grab the panties she had just taken off.

A lot of the time I was really lucky and they would be sticky with her leakage or smell of sweat and pee. I would take out my hard cock and proceed to play with myself. I just remember the taste of her musky pussy as I pulled her panties over my head sniffing and licking her gusset. This carried on over the years until she moved out of our family home, she now has grown up children of her own and it’s my niece’s panties I now sniff and lick the gusset of while wanking.

Just before Aruna moved out I had been out to a Pune with some friends and had indulged in taking some Ecstasy and coke and I was still very high when I got back home, the place was in darkness and I made my way up to my bedroom. As I opened the door I realized my sister sleeping in the spare bed in my bedroom. If any of you readers have taken Ecstasy before you know how horny it makes you. Well I could hear Aruna in a deep slumber so I immediately looked for her panties that she had been wearing that day. Bingo on the floor on top of her clothes I wasted no time at all in picking them up and turning the white lace panties in the right way so I would know exactly were here pussy had been. I lifted them up to my nose and took a good deep sniff and the musky aroma filled my nostrils and I immediately started to get a massive hard on. It was so intoxicating and also very exciting as Aruna could have woken up at anytime and seen me sniffing and licking at her dirty panties.

The White cotton gusset of her panties was quite crispy with a few of her pubic hairs stuck in the middle of it. God I loved to sniff her crispy panties and then lick the crusty part until it becomes wet and slimy again, that is when you can really get a good taste. As I continued to lick and sniff her panties I decided I would take my cock out and start wanking, so down came my zip and I extracted my very hard cock and proceeded to pull my foreskin back and forward slowly while still inhaling deeply and gradually picking up the pace. I needed more. I wonder if I could pull the covers back a bit and get a look at her lovely large tits I know it was a bit risky but she was sound asleep and I could hear her lightly snoring.

I slowly took her panties of my face, just in case she did wake up. I slowly lifted the covers up and back as not to drag them over her. She did not even stir I was now looking directly down at her left tit which looked fantastically bouncy and soft. I was still wanking my cock back and forth, back and forth I ran my hand very lightly over Aruna’s tit and it was warm and soft her nipple sitting proudly atop but not erect I wanted so much to dip my head down and suckle her but that was far too risky.

Still she did not stir and her breathing had not changed. By this time I was getting bolder and bolder and I was not satisfied with just playing with her tit I wanted to see her pussy, so I started to move my hand down the bed to near her pussy still no movement from her so I continued. My heart was beating so fast and hard I thought I was going to pass out. I eventually found my goal and touched her pussy hairs with my trembling fingers; I nearly came on the spot.

Slowly I peeled back the covers to reveal her very hairy pussy I wanted to slip my nose along her labia and inside her pussy to inhale her womanly aroma and to taste her girl juice. I slowly moved my hand until I was touching her pussy and I could feel her lips nice and puffy. Because of the drugs making feel brave I decided I was going to try and finger my older sister so with one hand still firmly wrapped around my cock and one hand between my sisters legs I stroked my finger up and down her labia pushing gently closer to her hole. I kept working my finger and managed to slip about an inch in just inside her labia.

I decided to stop just to make sure she did not start to wake up when I was satisfied she was still asleep I continued to work my finger into my sisters vagina. As I got closer to her entrance it was slightly moist but not wet. Gently pressing forwards my finger slipped a little further inside and I was actually now penetrating her vagina. I removed my finger and bought it up to my nose and took a sniff god it was so dam nice I all moist spicy, tangy, slimy and warm I wanted more so I put my hand back down and slipped my finger back into her labia, my finger located her hole very easily this time and it slipped into her right up to my knuckle god it was hot, very wet and slimy in there I wondered if it was just her body responding while she was asleep.

I wiggled my finger around and rasped it against her vaginal walls coating my finger in her cunt cream again I took my finger out and wiped it under my nose so I had her pussy juice being inhaled every time I breathed in. I then licked my finger and the taste of my sister was wonderful I was finally tasting the juices straight from the source instead of her worn panties, again I slipped my hand back down and slipped my finger back in her cunt it was now very wet down there and she did not even know! I wondered if I could get another finger in there so I moved my middle finger to the side and placed my index finger at the entrance and then slipped it up and inside of her sleeping body.

All the while this was happening I was still pulling my foreskin back and forth but a lot faster now and I knew that if I continued for much longer I would make myself cum so I continued to finger Aruna and get my fingers nicely coated in her goo and take them out of her and place them in my mouth and lick her juices off, I continued to do this for about another ten minutes and then I knew I was going to cum but I did not want to stop fingering Aruna but where was I going to cum? I was so tempted to place my cock on her lips and shoot it over her face but I thought that was pushing it too far so I aimed just to the right of her cheek and started to spunk over her pillow only two inches from her mouth. I was still fingering her quite fast now and my hand was getting rather wet with her pussy juice. Once I had stopped shooting my load over her pillow I took my fingers out of her vagina and smeared her juices over my face and nostrils.

I looked at her face and she was still soundly asleep not a single murmur from her!

I awoke later in the morning with my sister getting out of bed I pretended to be asleep and watched her get out of bed and put on her panties that were on the floor I looked at her pussy and thought, I have been in there and she does not even realize. When I see her now I still look at her sometimes and think to myself you dirty little slut getting wet in your sleep while your younger brother finger fucks you. Next time I want to lick her pussy!

“My mother blushed at his words. ‘And already he is dying to serve.’ She said in a mocking voice.

‘By the name of goddess, aren’t you then?’ my father scoffed at my mother.

“That made my mother to blush even more. She took my erection from my father’s hand and played with its foreskin, pushing it back and forth.

“Dad put his hand around my shoulder and gave me a hug. ‘Look at mom; she blushes like a newlywed virgin. Take my word, my son; she is going to give overtime to your young wand.’

“My mother hit him playfully. And they laughed. It was such a beautiful family scene, etched in my mind.

‘Alright, give some relief to his long longing lollypop.’ Dad pushed down mom’s head over my upstanding prick.

“Mom O-ed her mouth and in-took my erection. She wrapped it around my shaft and gave pressure here and there. I groaned. Dad patted my shoulder and encouraged me. I lifted my buttocks and moved my cock in and out of her mouth. She looked up, mouthful, and smiled at me with her big eyes. I tried to push in more of my piston. But she controlled its stroke length by grabbing at its base.

“Dad got up and slipped out of his dress. His cock was standing straight and it was not far smaller than mine. He went behind mom, raised her dress above her hips and entered her from behind.

‘Ah, I never had your pussy so hot and so slushy. Can a mother get excited this much mouthing her son’s cock?’ My dad exclaimed.

“Mom looked up at me and winked.

Holding her hips, dad fucked her from behind. Mom swayed. And that made her mouth moved back and forth on my cock. It looked as if she was driven at the same time by two engines: one by her son and another by her son’s father. In between, my father stretched his hand and we shook hands. And we laughed. Mommy pinched at my thighs playfully. I was fully relaxed and fucked her mouth free of any guilt. She tightened her mouth around my cock, by gripping it with her jaws, and scrapped the length with her teeth. In between, she tickled the tip and its small slit with the tip of her tongue. My balls boiled up and I felt that I couldn’t hold any more. I held her head and fucked fast her clamped mouth and then ejaculated, with a wild groan. Mom clasped her lips around and didn’t allow even a single drop to escape. Gulping down all my discharge, she kept on sucking at my cock until it loses its temper. When mom let my cock to go, I raised her face and kissed her mouth. She smiled beautifully and winked at me.

“Dad seemed met his end point long back. He was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa, watching us absorbedly.

‘Thank you, ma, and thank you, papa.’ I said.

‘Welcome, dear.’ They sang in chorus.

“And, after a month, on an auspicious day they took me on a travel to our kulswamy (family deity). Swargadwaarika was the name of the deity and the shrine was called Swargadwaar (gateway of heaven), in the Himalayas. A difficult travel it was. My parents said that only with the company of a virgin (and I was the virgin that time) people could find the way; else, it will be lost. A crane sent by the goddess, they told, would show us the way.

“Our bad luck, heavy rain lashed the Himalayan region and landslides occurred and blocked our route. It was a disappointment for my parents. On my account, they hoped they could visit swargadwaar. For them it was only a disappointment, but it was a heartrending setback for me as I was dreaming all those days of my first ever fuck with my mom.

“On our way back, we stopped at the Nagnadevika (naked goddess) temple, near our town. Worship in that temple was stopped long back by general public, believing that it had an evil spell. But the temple, my parents said, was one such as Swargadwaar in spirit.

“I was undressed and laid on my back in front of the naked goddess with my cock pointing up the sky. Mom undressed and standing naked with folded hands said her prayers first. She looked as curved as the goddess herself in her nakedness. My father knelt beside me and bathed my upstanding cock with honey we brought. My mom came around and crouched over me. She positioned the slit of her cunt just above the tip of my cock and stayed. My father dipped his middle finger in the honey cup and then in my mom’s orifice to wet it too with honey. And my mom placed her cunt petals on my ‘ling’ and, with her eyes closed, slid down to swallow my entire length in to her depth.

‘Bhagwati Swargadwaarike! Nagnadevike!’ shouted my father.

“And with that, my mother started her fucking on my cock. All through the fucking my parents were chanting a mantra. And it was a lovely, long lasting, heavenly fuck. When I started ejaculating, with a groan, the mantra jumped on to my tongue and, I too chanted it out, pumping up my mother’s cunt and filling up her womb.

“That’s how I was initiated and made a lover of my own mother by my own father, whom I came to know, later, as her own brother.

When my father concluded with his narration, I was so sexed up to bounce on any cock, but then luckily I had my father’s cock, stirred up by his own narration.

‘What a family tale!’ I commented. ‘Would you mind to link the lineage down to your daughter, dad?’

He placed his hands on my boobs and gave them an affectionate squeeze. ‘Actually I wanted to take you to Swargadwaar and take your cherry there, but you spoiled everything by running away and loosing it with an outsider. Our dream to visit Swargadwaar remains unfulfilled.’ My father sighed.

‘I’m sorry, papa, but I lost my cherry even before I ran away, and that too only to my brother. It happened in the temple ruins 20 km away from here, where a naked goddess resides as deity.’

‘Is it? Thank goddess, we are saved then. It’s the same temple, the temple of Nagnadevika, where my mom initiated me,’ dad was exited.

He scooped me up and kissed my mouth. I put down my hand and squeezed his cock under his dress. Dad had me laid across the bed in such a way that my legs were touching the floor. He moved in between my legs and started pulling down my garments. I lifted my buttocks to make his task easy. On seeing my naked pussy, his eyes sparkled.

‘Like it?’ I lifted my groin a bit up.

‘I love it, honey,’ my dad ran his tongue over his lips.

I swayed my hip in an inviting way. He lowered his head and occupied my pussy. Whipping my clit with his experienced tongue, he raised me swiftly to the pleasure flow. His probing and jabbing kept me afloat for a prolonged time. It was my first experience in yielding my pussy for a tongue. And my father, trained by my grand mother, took me to the peak. I raised my melting cunt and rubbed it against my father’s mouth, holding his head with my both hands. In that moment, my abdomen muscles convulsed in ripples and my up heaved cunt surged out its sweet hot juices. I had become so tender down there and I shoved off my father’s head.

Before I settled down of my sweet sensations, my father got up, got rid of his cloths and entered my cunt hole with his big pole. I felt its girth stretching out my vaginal walls and its tip deep up to my navel line. Shock and thrill out of it triggered in me an immediate climax. I moaned and moaned.

‘You’re too big to me, papa,’ I spoke out.

‘I won’t rush things and will be kind to you, my child,’ dad assured.

‘I didn’t mean that. This cunt-stretching itself is more than enough was what I meant by that.’

‘But you see your poor papa has to empty his balls.’

‘Who prevents you? Tear me down, if you want. Fuck the hell out of me, dad, I’m all yours.’

He thanked me and started his engine. My sheath never stopped lubricating him. All through the fuck he was praising the tightness of my lubricating hot cunt. In between, he babbled about another tight cunt, which I didn’t care to decipher. I clung to him and encouraged him to loot me. And in short time he raised me to a massive orgasm and into my quaking pussy he flooded, in hot spurt, his stored up seeds.

I didn’t allow him to disengage. I confined him in my arms and legs. He continued his sucking at my breasts until his cock shrunk to its normal size. And then I let him go.

He filled up nicely the emptiness left out by my brother. We moved into a same room and lived like a husband and wife. In a month time I was found conceived. I was not sure that whose seed it was. No doubt, it was not of that my so-called lover or of that sardar. My periods, I had in my return journey, ruled out that. Either it had to be of my brother or of my father. When I told my father my concern, he only laughed. He said that it was immaterial as long as it was within our family.

Unmarried girls giving birth are not allowed. Dad took me to the ruined temple, where I lost my cherry to my brother, and married me in front of that naked goddess. Dad and daughter, living as husband and wife, are also not allowed. Dad sold his business and shifted to south with me as his wife.

And with the goddess’ blessings, we freely lived there as husband and wife. And we begot Bhavana and brought her up with all our love.

Twenty one years later I returned to the same temple ruins, where I was deflowered on a rainy day by my brother and married later by my father. It was my father who took me there. And it was his 60th birthday. He wanted to have a dharsan of that deity, with whose blessings he lost his cherry to his mother and with whose witness he married me. Bhavana had her exams and so she stayed back.

As we entered the temple we noticed a bike parked outside with its back wheel removed. A young man sitting inside the porch was on his feet when he noticed us. My father asked him what his trouble was. He told that he and his friend came that way on a picnic, but wanted to know what that structure was, but ended up with the back wheel punctured. And his friend has gone to the nearby town to repair the wheel. We also came to know of him that he was from South, doing his school final in a Central School there. Only then I observed his boyish face. If he was in school final, then he must be around 18, but he looked on the higher side because of his physique. His Hindi was flawless for a boy from south. My father introduced him us as husband and wife, on which he looked at me with a quizzical interest.

We went into the holy chamber and offered our prayer. The boy too accompanied us.

He wondered at the naked statue of the deity. At that moment, suddenly, there was a roar in the sky and, as if from nowhere, the rain came heavily and fell in floods. I felt a change in the atmosphere, and to my guilt, I felt hot.

My father murmured in my ear, to my shock, and induced me to have sex with the boy. I said I wouldn’t touch an outsider because of my past and wanted to make love only to my father. But, why I don’t know, my father talked me into it. He talked long about his inner voice. And I had to respect his beliefs.

He then talked to the boy. The boy readily agreed. To my inquiring father, the boy said it was his first time. My father grinned at me. I blushed. He made him naked and laid him on his back on the same granite block where I was laid by my bother 21 years back.

The boy’s erection was enormous. And my father, running his fingers on it, winked at me and invited me to feast on my prey. I got rid of my cloths. The boy, with his eyes bulging, starred at my stark nakedness. I climbed and squatted on him. And my father guided the boy’s young sturdy cock into my matured melting cunt. I had to close my eyes in pleasure as the young thing bored into me.

I opened my eyes to the mockery in the pleasing look of my father. I made a face at him. And I moved up and down and squashed my inner folds against the boy’s hard cock. My father laughed and I with him. But the boy was gasping as if he was getting drowned.

I lowered me on my knees, leaned on the boy with my big breasts crushing against his chest and covered his gasping mouth with mine. And raised my buttocks and glided up and down on his cock. He was restless with his hands. He wanted to have a feel of my boobs. I raised my chest a bit and allowed space for his hands to invade. He grabbed and pressed at them. I moved up and fed his mouth with my nipples. And eagerly he sucked at them.

Soon the boy caught up with the rhythm. And from down below he started fucking up. I enjoyed his force and speed. With appreciation, I cast a side-glance at my father. Poor old man that he is holding his semi hard cock and pumping it, to raise it to its glory. I pitied him and signaled him to come to me.

My father came around and knelt in front, with the boy’s head in between his legs. I gave open my mouth to him. My father fed me with his semi hardness. And I sucked on. And from below our guest lover fucked on.

As we were roused by our movements, the boy let out a long groan and lodged his cock up in my cunt and simmered. His hot seeds gushed into my cave. I waited his movements to ebb away. And then I gave him space to slip out his cock of my cunt and him of me. My father reached his point by then and filled my mouth.

‘Nice way to celebrate my 60th birthday,’ said my father, ‘and my old mom-son commemoration.’

‘Thank goddess for involving me on this occasion,’ I replied.

The rain too had stopped. And we three dressed and kissed one another thanks.

I felt suddenly the presence of my brother there, but nowhere to see. And I sighed.

Aunt Saroj, by her story, had heated up the atmosphere in that room. I was boiling to pull out all the cocks there and fuck. There was a marshland slopping in between my legs. It should have been the conditions of other listeners too. We were looking at each other with a burning desire. But I had a question to ask.

“And where is your father now, aunty?”

At that, her eyes were filled with tears. Bhavana too was shaking with sobs. I was confused.

“I’m sorry, aunty, if I’d asked a wrong question.”

“Never mind,” she kissed me on my lips. Her tears rolled down on my cheeks. And remember, I was leaning on her bosoms.

“We planned to go to Swargadwaar when Bhavana attained her age.” Aunt Saroj continued. “We went up the Himalayas, but our bad time we couldn’t spot the crane which was supposed to show us the way. My father turned suspicious and he pulled up Bhavana to know whether she was true to her word. Bhavana maintained her stand and opted out if she were not believed. I was very eager to go up, hence I pressed on my father to proceed.

We proceeded, but shortly our mules were in knee-deep snow. And suddenly there was a roar in the air and my father shouted us to turn and run back. We obeyed. A white wall of an avalanche was sliding down. We were rushing back to safety with Bhavana and me in the lead and my father on our back. We two women were escaped and turned about to see my father and his mule were buried under the snow, dumped by the avalanche. I was stunned and speechless, but Bhavana was crying aloud to forget her sin for she had lied in saying that she was a virgin.”

As aunt Saroj told us that much, I heard my mother started wailing. And I could see tears in Dev uncle’s eyes too. I realized that the fire alighted on our flesh by her carnal story was put off by her father’s tragedy.

“It was only our fault;” Saroj aunt continued, “Bhavana was kept in dark. We must’ve revealed her that my husband, in fact, was my real father. My grand parents took care to reveal their incestuous lineage to their son, i.e. My father and my father to me. But I failed to do the same to my daughter. We took time, much more time than necessary. If Bhavana had been revealed of our secret, she wouldn’t have lied of her virginity.”

I felt sorry for aunt Saroj, but a bit bad about Bhavana. “Of all present here you are more close to me, Bhavana,” I turned my attention to her, “And may I know who is that villain deflowered you? I won’t demand if you want it to be a secret.”

“There’s no secret,” nosed in Saroj aunt. “It was him,” she pointed at uncle Dev, who responded with an awkward smile.

I didn’t expect that. I faced aunt Saroj, “You mean to say that Bhavana met uncle even before you meet him and marry?”

“It was only Bhavana who brought him to me.”

I turned again to Bhavana, “And how come you run into uncle Dev?”

“It was Rahul who took me to him.”

“But where did you meet Rahul, in the first place?”

“Only here in this same house. He was mom’s lover, of which I had no idea then.”

My head was spinning. I slumped. All others, following my lead, laughed at my loss. The mood has changed in a fraction of second.

Saroj aunt put her hand around me and said, “Don’t puzzle, Devika darling, Rahul is the same boy whom I fucked at the temple ruins on my father’s 60th birthday.”

“Oh, my…what a link! Unbelievable!” I shook my head. “Well, now, who’d tell how uncle Dev was brought into this fold? Bhavana? Or uncle himself?”

“I’m no good at story telling,” Bhavana slipped out.

“It’s ok, I’ll try, but I’m afraid I won’t be as good as Saroj in words,” so humble Uncle Dev started his narration:

Rahul had told Bhavana, it seemed, that his father was a man who can answer any question. On that account Bhavana wanted to meet me, so I was told. I received Bhavana at my ashram. Yes, I was leading a hermit life for quite some time.

Leaving her to my custody, Rahul left on some other mission. At that time I was sitting in lotus posture in my pooja(prayer) room. Bhavana scanned the room around with her beautiful eyes. Looking at her lower lip protruding than her upper one, I thought, ‘Here is a sensuous girl.’

‘What do you think about incest?’ she asked. ‘Is it wrong or right?’

I was startled by her question, but managed to get my ground. ”What do you think?’ I asked her back.

‘I think it’s wrong.’

‘If so, what makes it wrong?’

‘The closeness of the blood, of course.’

‘If it is so, it has to work in the case of other animals too.’

‘But other animals don’t relate.’

‘Therefore, it’s not the closeness of the blood.’

‘Then, I think it’s the sixth sense.”

‘If a real mother and son were separated so long as to recognize not each other when they meet again, what the so called sixth sense would do?’

‘You mean to say that the difference is not born with, but folly?’

‘You got the point.’

She sat there without a word for a longtime. I interrupted her silence cautiously, ‘What made you to ask a question on incest?’

She didn’t answer, but asked instead, ‘Where’s Rahul’s mother?’

‘She is no more. What has it to do with?’

She looked deep into my eyes, remained so for a minute, and left my place abruptly.

A month after that meet, Bhavana arrived back at my ashram. And that time Rahul was not there. She was in a sexy dress, exposing her young boobs almost to their nipples and her shaped long legs almost to her panties. I passed a comment to myself, ‘She urgently needs a nice fuck.’

‘You wanted to know last time, what made me to ask you a question on incest, right?’ She started. ‘I’ve come back to answer that.’

I kept silence and was listening.

She continued, ‘whom I believed as my dad is not my dad, but my mom’s dad. They think that I’ve no idea, but I know. The old man lives as my mom’s husband and sleeps with her. I learned from you last time that nothing was wrong with incest. So I went back to forgive them. But this time I’ve come here to tell you,’ Bhavana stopped for a moment and said, ‘my mom sleeps not only with her dad but also your son Rahul.’ She took a breath and asked, ‘What do you say about it?’

‘What’s there to say? Rahul is already 18, old enough to have his way in these matters.’ I said.

‘Is that all? I’m 19. You mean to say that I can do whatever I like?’

‘Yes, if it doesn’t hurt others as well as you.’

‘What do you mean by hurting one’s own self?’

‘For example, if Rahul fucks your mother on compulsion, but not of his will.’ I explained, ‘Sorry if my language offends you.’

She laughed and continued in the same spirit of language, ‘But even legal fucks are compulsive fucks.’

‘They ought to be. Law is compulsion. Being compulsive, law calls unconditional love like incest as taboo.’

‘You mean incest is an unconditional, non-compulsive way of love?

‘Yes, incest lovers consider their partners as their own self. So they don’t compel or impose conditions.’

‘That’s how my grand father fucks my mother and at the same time allows her to fuck Rahul?’

‘You got the point.’

‘Your logic is interesting. How come you plead for incest?’

‘I had partaken.’

‘Really?’

I nodded. She stared at me. And to make her believe I expounded my past.

I had a mother who absconded, leaving her three children. And then my elder sister ran away with her lover. Later I too ran away from home, leaving my father and younger sister.

Running away I reached Baroda and joined a business house, but only as an office boy. The payment I received was just sufficient to meet my needs.

In Prince Cinema there, I happened to view an x-rated film. Since then it became a habit of me to visit that cinema house. As I was watching a movie one day, someone moved in the dark and occupied my next seat. But after a few minutes I felt his hand on my thighs. Already I was pressing my bulge now and then.

The scene on the screen was so hot: in a hill station a taxi driver, hired by a honeymooning couple/ took the couple to a remote place in the forest/ binds the husband to a tree and rapes the wife under his eyes. And the wife, after an initial struggle/, gives up her struggle and enjoys the fuck.

My neighbor’s hand moved and settled on my crotch. I didn’t show any protest. It pressed and squeezed at my crotch. I did nothing to prevent, but allowed it to have its freedom. And the hand was not satisfied with that limit. It opened my trousers and pulled out my fully erected cock. Out of fear I looked this way and that way to see if anybody is watching.

‘What a big thing you own,’ murmured the neighbor in my ear. ‘Let me play with it, but don’t spill the seed. Tap my hand when you feel like cumming.’

And the hand seemed to be an experienced one; it performed a sensational masturbation on my cock.

On the screen, the camera moves to a close-up, focusing the bulging in the husband’s trousers spans down to the noticing eyes of the wife/ pulls back to show the wife, raising her hips and to a top close up showing the thick cock stretching in and drawing out through the shining lips of the bulged cunt.

I was on the brink. So, I tapped the hand and expected it to stop or take care, but an unexpected action followed: the neighbor bent down and wrapped his mouth around my cock and sucked frantically and made my cock-head to burst into his mouth, discharging an abundant load. And he drank all his catch. Within seconds, the hall came alive with lights and I had little time to cover up. Interval it was.

The neighbor was a handsome old man of above 50 and was in police uniform with three stars each on his shoulder straps. I was panicked, but he smiled amicably. And subsequently he enquired all about me. I didn’t tell him that I was a runaway boy, but told him the truth about my Baroda life.

Once the lights are switched off after interval, he gave a squeeze at my cock and told me to follow him. He got up and moved out of the hall. Panic struck me again. I had no other option, but to follow him.

He took me in his police bike to a posh bungalow in Karelibaug. The door was opened by a beautiful middle-aged lady. Gori gori (whitish complexion), she looked like a caged angel. Inspector introduced her as his wife and briefed her about me. She gave me water to drink followed by tea. I couldn’t help but running my eyes on her voluptuous breasts and butts. And I was not able to take away my eyes until she disappears from the front room.

‘You like her?’ inspector smiled at me.

My throat went dry. ‘Sorry, sir, I…”

‘No excuse, you’re going to stay here.’

‘But, sir, my job…’

‘Forget it. You are appointed as our housekeeper and already I’ve arranged to bring here your things.’

I kept mum. Inspector called his wife out, but she didn’t show her face again. Inspector went in and soon I could hear a heated argument and her crying followed. I was sitting there in great confusion. ‘Tomorrow we’ve to start again our job-searching exercise,’ I worried within me.

Inspector took me out for dinner. And, that night, he made me to sleep in a guest room in his house. In the middle of the night I woke up to hear voices.

‘Why are you so adamant? I should’ve left you to rot on the streets.’

‘Listen, if you want a child, why don’t you try yourself?’

‘Hey, don’t repeat all those nonsense. I’m resolved to achieve my goal with this boy.’

‘But he is only a kid and I’m afraid to loot innocence.’

‘Come on, he is already 20. Once you had a look at his growth, you’d come to know.’

‘No I don’t want to.’

‘Look, he is an orphan too. And he won’t go anywhere or breathe out.’

There was no sound for some time. Then I heard footsteps approaching me. Inspector woke me up and told me to go into madam’s room. I obeyed and went in. Madam told me to bolt the door. I did. But then she told me to lie down on the floor and sleep. I followed.

It went like that for thee days. On the fourth day morning, inspector called me to his room. He wanted to know whether I had intercourse with his wife. I didn’t know what to say, buy he guessed. He pulled me to him and pushed down my trousers. My cock raised its head and nodded at him.

‘Let her go to hell. Why should I waste you, my godsend?’

Inspector knelt in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. I held his head for support and the sucking went on nicely. Soon I was drawn in to the lust wave and was slowly fucking his sucking mouth. By then I noticed the door opened and madam standing there. Our eyes met and locked for a moment and then she had gone. It was so quick that I thought it was only my imagination. So I pushed it away from my mind and pulled me back to fill the milking mouth.

In the night, madam called me to her bed and told me to press her legs. I obeyed eagerly. She wanted to know whether I was truly an orphan. I said yes, because that’s how I was answering the world from the very first day I flee my home.

She hiked her gown to expose more of her legs to be massaged. I followed enthusiastically. She was on her stomach. Her thighs were plump, smooth and wheat white. My pecker stirred in my pajamas.

Few minutes later, she hiked her gown further to expose her big-big orbs of buttocks. Breathless I was, but attended to her with the attention of my cock. It might have exited her; she divided her thighs to permit my fingers to move below. Under her wheat colored orbs appeared her husky brown lips. I didn’t fail to touch and feel them, as if accidentally.

Suddenly she turned on her back and her shaved prominent cunt blocked and dragged my vision. Looking at her fleshy mound I had to wet my parched lips. She pulled her gown over her head and tossed it off. Her big-big boobs swung forth. I started trembling in anticipation.

‘Come on in my boy, fuck me out, if that’s what you want’ she invited by her coarse voice and at the same time by her spreading thighs. That appeared vulgar for a lady like her. And it maddened me. I tore off my dresses and dived in between her thighs. And my cock plunged in smoothly and deeply.

I fucked her as a long starved lustful man. She too had an urgency to quench her thirst it seemed; she raised her hips and reciprocated fervently. I kneaded her big breasts, sucked at her long nipples and fucked and fucked at her hot hungry cunt. Soon she was at her peak and I could sense the tremor in her body. She gasped, stiffened and collapsed down.

I didn’t stop my powerful thrusts but speeded up. The morning suck I had from the inspector helped in my prolonging. She convulsed under me as if she was in great pain and was moaning continuously. Her breasts hardened as shot-put balls. For a big mass such as they were, it was unbelievable. Her nipples stood as hard as my thumbs. Her sheath was steaming and streaming around my sliding cock and I was floating through a groundless grip. And it ended up as too much to bear and I ejaculated and collapsed on her, writhing like a fish out of water.

She enfolded me into her arms and legs, and rested me on her, to perspire in bliss. And she searched out my mouth with hers and locked me further.

Next day madam told her husband to stay away from me for I had become her property. Inspector blinked at first but jumped up next in happiness. Yet he was suspicious. And he expressed so. Madam, in fury, pushed me down on my back, pulled out my cock, and mounted me, in front of him.

Inspector was much pleased, but left the scene because the act of cock-in-cunt was not of his taste.

I was employed in fucking madam continuously for three months. And it bore its fruit. Inspector achieved his goal. Madam conceived. And everybody was happy including me.

But fate took on its course. Inspector kidnapped me from his own house and put me in a southbound train and warned me that he would shoot me down if he happened to see my head again in Baroda. I left Baroda and my meager belongings in madam’s house.

I got down next day morning on the bank of Godhavari, took bath in the great river and roamed empty handed. A man took me to an ashram for a free meal. I liked it. No work, no worry, nice bath in Godhavari and two meals a day in the ashram. I decided to stay in the ashram, but the chief monk called me in and wanted to know from me if I wanted to be a monk. Only a monk is allowed to stay there permanently. I consented.

My steadfastness was tested for a mandala (42 days) and then I was given diksha. Once I’ve enrolled into the fold, the secrets of the ashram were revealed to me. I stayed there happily for 18 months. Bnd my fate awakened to take its course.

Inspector from Baroda arrived there and wanted to take me back to Baroda. I refused, but he took me back on his gunpoint.

Madam was sitting on her bed in her room and a baby was sleeping on a cradle nearby. Tears welled up in her eyes as soon as she spotted me. And inspector left us to be alone and closed the door. I was standing there as an idiot in my monk’s robe.

‘Dev? Vasudev? Are you not Vasudev?’ asked madam.

And I was alarmed. ‘But how? How do you know?’

She ran up to me and fell on my chest and cried. I was completely confused. She led me to her bed and took out a photograph from under her pillow and put it in my hand. It was one of my belongings I left in that house. It was my family photo. All were there: my father, mother, elder sister, younger sister and I.

‘How do you come to know us? Who are you?’ I wondered.

She pointed her finger at my mother in the photograph. And the photograph slipped off my hand. I was taken aback. She fell on me once again and burst into sobs. Tears poured out of my eyes too.

Once we overcome our emotions, she led me to the cradle and showed me the sleeping child, ‘Look at the beauty, your son’.

‘I’m sorry, mom, it wouldn’t have happened if I had known that you were my real mother.’

She covered my mouth with her hand and said, ‘No ifs and buts. I must say that I owe my life to the inspector, who saved it and guarding me so far. I became his wife as a safe step for I knew he would not touch a woman in his life. But of late he wanted to have a child by me to show the world that he is potent too. In fact, I wanted to help him boosting his image, but at the same time I didn’t like to bed with another man. But one has to believe in fate. I came out of my shell on account of you, unaware of our blood link.’

‘O ma, I never imagined I’d meet you in my life.’

‘Me too, but then why did you say that you were an orphan?’

I told her briefly my runaway story. She took me in her arms and soothed me, ‘It’s all the game of fate.’

‘How come the inspector agreed to bring me back?’ I wondered.

‘I told him that I would open-out the secret of the baby to the world otherwise,’ my mother cleared.

I cuddled in her embrace. She kissed me first on my forehead and then on my lips. The kiss on my lips lingered long.

‘Ma, now we’ve come to know we’re mom and son.’

‘That’s why I kissed you first on your forehead; but next on your mouth because you’re also my lover, who fathered my son.’

I didn’t stand on her way thereafter. She locked me in her hot wet kiss and ran her fingers on my crotch. My cock jumped under my robe.

Breaking her kiss she said, ‘It’ll be terrific for us to fuck, knowing we are real mom and son.’

So, on her guidance, I entered her. Her cunt was slimy and slippery like the floor of Puri Jagannath Temple, where cooked rice was spilled and trodden by human feet. And we fucked. The heat, the love and all our movements in and out, it was terrific. Even after ejaculation I didn’t have the mind to pull out my depleted cock off her cunt.

‘Ma, what you said was true.’ I gasped. ‘It was unbelievably terrific.’

‘Didn’t I tell you?’ Mom patted my cheeks and pulled at them. ‘It was terrific the way you fucked, O my..!’

‘And I tasted your milk too, ma,’ I told her excitedly, ‘your boobs are full of milk.’

She pecked at my lips and pushed my head down to her boobs. ‘A breast feeding mother has to give the balance milk to the father of her child,’ she said. I sucked at her thumb-sized nipples, drawing in her thin sweet milk. Mom ran her fingers through my hair and said, ‘you remind me of my dad. He too was mad after my milk pots.’

‘O ma, what do you mean? May be a slip of tongue. I think it was my dad; not yours.’

‘Not a slip of tongue, but I’ve to admit he was also your dad, your grand dad,’ she flashed me a nasty smile.

‘Ma?’

Smiling, my mother opened another part of her/my story.

“It happened first when I was 20 years old. Delivered my first baby, I had to stay a bit long at my parent’s home. My in-laws were struggling to build up their business at that juncture. My first baby, your elder sister, was two years old then and yet hadn’t given up feeding at my breasts.

“Neighbors advised me to wean my child for her better growth. So, I stopped my breastfeeding, but had come by with a peculiar problem. My breasts had swelled with unfed milk. My neighbors told me to milk them out, but they were so painful even to touch. I didn’t know what to do and was crying with my unbearable pain.

“There was where my father came forward to give me the relief. He bolted the door and sat beside me. He didn’t touch me; just put his head down, took my nipple by his lips and started sucking at it. That was all. In half an hour I was alright.

“I had to seek his help once in the night also. He readily agreed. That time he held my boobs and gave a gentle squeeze. It went like that for two more days, with some variations in his grip and squeeze. And on the third day while he was sucking at my breasts, he took my hand and placed it on his erection. I was shocked.

‘It’s wrong, papa.’ I said, pulling away my hand.

‘Only a mutual help: I suck your milk and you suck mine.’

“He exposed his cock. And it was a big beautiful tool. My mouth and cunt started watering.

‘But, papa, I’m your daughter…’

‘Since your mother died, I’m struggling to find a let out. These servant maids are all after money and I’m vexed.’

“I considered his condition and petition and decided to help him.

“I lowered my head and took his thing into my mouth and sucked at it from tip to base and base to tip. He groaned in pleasure. It took only 5 minutes and he discharged in my mouth. He thanked me with tears. I took him into my embrace and kissed him saying, ‘Don’t worry, papa, you can even take me if you feel like.’

“He didn’t waste time. He raised my dress up above my hips, pulled down my panties and admired at my young hairy mound. ‘Oh mother goddess, you look big everywhere. Big boobs! Big thighs! And so is your broad bulged cunt. Let papa to have a lick at your creamy cake, otherwise I’d die.’

‘You are shockingly vulgar, pa.’

‘I can’t help; I’m mad after you.’

“I opened up my thighs and he dived into my pussy folds. He lapped me like a honey hunter licking at his hand, front and back. Within no time he conjured up my cunt to give out juices flooding his mouth.

“His wonderful cock was ready already. He placed his bulbous head at my flooded gate and poised for a full minute as if ruminating. Losing my patience, I pulled him down by his buttocks. His eel lodged into my slurry hole to make me gasp in pleasure.

He started moving in and out. A fantastic feeling it was: his stone hard thickness stretching my vaginal walls and his bulbous head nudging through my cervix.

‘Fuck me dad, fuck me deep. You’re making my weeping cunt crazy after your hard long cock.’

“And he doubled me up and fucked so deep to drive the hell out of my hot flowing cunt. I lost all my senses and bubbled out with vulgar words and soon clung to him in a superb climax. He emptied his hot syrup in to my sweet depths.

‘No need to go behind the servant maids hereafter, papa, I’m here to serve you.’

‘I’m lucky. You’re a great fuck, daughter, what a pussy oh what a pussy!’

“I kissed him and bound him with me.

“Thereafter I kept him as my lover and entertained my cunt with him. I filled in him the emptiness left by my mother’s death. He filled in me by emptying his seeds of life. Soon the milk in my breasts dried up and my womb came alive with a baby. Yes, my son, I conceived you from the seeds of my own father.

“My father sold his properties and helped my in-laws in their business. I took my father to live with my in-laws. They happily accepted him. Every secret has to come out one day. But I am still unable to believe what happened that day. It was my father-in-law, who busted in on one of our daughter-dad adventures. He didn’t say anything, but rushed out. We didn’t bother. We resolved to face.

“My dad and I decided to go south and live there openly as husband and wife, but the only problem was that we sold all our properties and put into our in-laws’ business.

“I must say it was only a miracle that my husband rushed in and kissed me fervently as a new found lover. I didn’t catch up with the situation first. Then my husband made it clear to my father and me that he and his father too were the products of an incest family.

“That made everything straight. And thereafter I fucked with all three cocks at my home: my father, my father-in-law and my husband. And it used to be an orgy most of the time: filling my three holes each with a cock. When I conceived my third child i.e. Your younger sister, I had no idea who fathered her.

One day when my youngest child was 3 years old, I went to a temple with my father, leaving the children at home. In the temple, out of blue, I experienced an urge to fuck. My father too expressed the same. We couldn’t help but fucked in front of the deity. And it was such a terrific fuck. We were hurling vulgar words at one another. Suddenly stones started hurling at us. A crowd of people surrounded us. They bounced on us and killed my father on the spot. I managed to ran away and escape.

But it seemed I reached Baroda city by a westbound train. Inspector spotted and rescued me from a gang, which sells girls to Mumbai red light area. I was completely out of mind. I couldn’t recollect anything from my past. Inspector put me in a hospital and saved me. Fourteen long years he looked after me. When my old memories returned, I told the inspector all about my family hiding my side of incest. He, as a true friend, took me to our native place and alas I couldn’t trace out our family.

And here I am face to face with my beloved son but as my newfound lover.

My mother concluded her story, kissed me and bound me with her limbs. I was shell shocked by her revelations. She fucked her father and gave birth to me and fucked me her son and gave birth to my son. Unbelievable, four generations!

‘Certainly there is a difference in incest lovemaking,’ my mother said. ‘I felt it then with my dad and I feel it now with you, my son.’

‘I agree with you, but why is it so?’

‘It’s so because, I think, 1) a family member naturally cares more, 2) a family member doesn’t impose strictures and 3) it gives extreme pleasure in breaking taboos.’

‘You are right, ma. We are born free; yet it’s sad we formulated laws and got entrapped in them. Let’s encourage incest and break these unnatural laws.’

My cock stirred and extended into my mom’s cunt. She was pleasantly adjusted herself for our rejuvenated fuck. We then immersed into us.

Inspector agreed to my mother’s suggestion to have me as her permanent lover. We never revealed our blood relation to the inspector. And we lived like real lovers.

But our inspector sahib died soon after in a cross fire during a raid on terrorists. And fate again took it course to displace me. Luckily the inspector registered my mother as the benefactor of his properties. We sold them and moved south.

I started a small business in Chennai and lived happily with my mom and our boy. We lived together 14 years. And my mom died on a hospital bed when she was 57 years old.

When I completed my recounting, I myself was in want of a cunt. And Bhavana the cunt in front of me was no doubt ready. She was sitting there with her thighs apart showing her panty with a big wet patch. On her perspired face, her lips were quivering. She was speechless but aloud in her lusting.

I touched her shoulder. She shuttered. My hand slipped and rested on her breast. She stiffened. Her breaths were laborious and quick. I took her heaving breasts in my hands, but they were as hard as coconut fruits. I pulled her on me and kissed her quivering lips.

She crushed her body against mine expressing her impatience to be fucked. I held her buttocks and pressed them. My erection pressed against her abdomen.

She broke the kiss and urged me, ‘Fuck me, uncle. I want you to do me what my mom is doing your son.’

That was her excuse to get fucked.

It was my prayer room where we were. There was no electric light in that room, but only oil lamps. It was lit on that day with 108 oil flames. The wavering light and dark shade had given it a dreamy look. The smell of flowers, camphor, incense and burning oil gave us a heady lung.

I disrobed her and laid her naked on the tiger skin, meant for my meditation. She was lying there as a rose garland. It looked as if the tiger skin had attained the nirvana. I got myself in to nirvana (nakedness) and squatted in between the spread out thighs of the rose garland. Like a full bloomed rose her pussy was smiling at me. And in earnest, her clitoris was peeping out.

It was not the first time that I had the luck to look at a nude virgin. I had had my younger sister, but then I didn’t have the patience to appreciate. And Bhavana, with her big-big boobs and thighs and pudendum, looked like my mom in her teen. And I couldn’t help but imagining that I was going to take the cherry of my own mother.

I held her boobs that were looking up with her nipples pointing the roof. And I placed my cock head at her fissure. It sensed the heat. I gave a shove, but as I expected it was not getting in.

All the lamps there were burning in caster oil. And castor oil is the one the grooms carry in to their first night room in olden days to break in the virgin cunts. I took the warm oil from a near by lamp and applied it in to her vaginal crack. Also I oiled my cock head and more inches. Then at her gate I put my tip as fulcrum and applied my weight. It gave way. I felt a thin stream of warm blood bathing my balls.

‘Ah, uncle, it’s killing…O…o…’

I stopped. ‘Shall I withdraw, darling?’

‘No…o…o, but…’

‘Don’t panic, it’s your first time, that’s all. I’ll take care.’

And then I bored in slowly, inch by inch, until my balls hit against her buttocks. And then I didn’t move. Tears were running out of the corner of her eyes. I kissed those corners and murmured, ‘It’s all over. Be cheerful.’

She tried to smile, but her lips twisted in pain. So I remained motionless. It was an impossible task to have a tight cunt around your cock but not to fuck.

Few minutes later she herself stirred from under. I looked into her eyes. She smiled, this time without the trace of her pain. I got her message and I moved, of course, slowly to start with. And the gloved grip of her sheath around my cock was…O God!

‘It’s alright, uncle, move faster.’

That was what I longed for. I increased my speed and my cock delighted in its play. It was long time since I fucked. After my mom it was only Bhavana; none in between. And Bhavana was so fresh and tight. I fucked her cunt like a first time schoolboy. But I applied my experience in building her orgasm. I didn’t want to let her hang.

And I did succeed. Bhavana was fucking back with her upward movements. I smiled and winked at her. She blushed but didn’t stop her movements.

‘You feel comfortable?’ I asked.

‘I feel delightful,’ she answered.

I took her boobs one by one into my mouth and sucked. ‘You resemble in every department my mom, you know?’ I told her.

‘Am I? Fuck me then as you fucked your mom all these years.’

‘Yes, mom, here I go.’ I obeyed.

It was a fantasy we stumbled in. And that clicked like anything. All of the erotic and exotic memories of my mom flowed across my mind. I fucked with force like a man in fits. And the cunt I fucked floated in hot current.

‘Mummi ko chodho, beta, aur faat dalo uski choot (Fuck your mom, son, and tear down her cunt.)’ crying aloud she shivered as if in high fever. And her cunt flooded with hot slime.

Neither could I hold back nor did I want to. And I erupted into her. And it was a tremendous relief. My body down poured with sweat. I kissed her and she kissed me back.

And we became lovers.

When Bhavana lost her grand father cum father, she blamed it on me. I didn’t argue. Her story on the Himalayan deity raised a doubt in me. I wanted to meet her mother and Bhavana brought me here.

Uncle Dev stopped his story abruptly at this point. I expressed, “Uncle, it’s not fair: You’ve not properly concluded.”

Uncle Dev cleared his throat and continued, “Bhavana brought me here and introduced me to her mom. Her mom looked at me as if I have arrived from another planet. She didn’t receive me or said a word; but hurried away in to a nearby room. Bhavana was upset. I told Bhavana to cool down. And I entered the room where her mother was. And to her mother, I apologized for my thoughtless love with her daughter. She forgave me on the ground that she too had her affair with my son, in the same way. We opened up our minds and found out that we had similar tastes. So we married and allowed our children also…”

“Enough, Dev, enough,” busted in aunt Saroj, “it’s time to open up our secret. Listen children, I’ll tell you what happened, on that day. When I saw Bhavana brought in Dev, I recognized him at once, and was hit by an emotional wave. I sought where to weep; and I entered into my room and wept there. Dev followed me in; and I fell on him and we kissed again and again and wept together.”

Bhavana cut in, “In that case, you knew uncle in advance, ma?”

Her mother smiled, but her eyes were bordered with tears. “Who wouldn’t know one’s own brother?”

I was stunned by the sudden proved link. Bhavana fell on her mom and beat her like a mad child. My mother pulled the girl and took her to her bosom and Bhavana broke down. Rahul too was on tears, sitting on one side.

“It was not our intension to hide you anything, dear children, but we were waiting you to mature.” Saroj aunty said. “And mean time, Devika entered our life.”

“We were thrilled, when we heard from Devika, of her mother-brother love,” Uncle Dev chimed in. “We at once resolved to marry Rahul to Devika; and Bhavana to Devika’s brother. We traveled to her home. And you know what?” Uncle Dev looked around.

“What?” I questioned him in a silly voice.

“We found to our pleasure, at Devika’s home, our own didi (elder sister). Yes, Devika’s mom turned out to be our didi.” Uncle Dev concluded.

There was a pin drop silence.

I took it first as a joke, but by the look of my brother Anand it dawned on me.

And I turned myself about from them, and wept. Aunt Saroj understood my emotions and took me to her lap and kissed me. “Devika darling, you’re also a gem of this family and it’s you who has brought us all together.”

I quieted down from my sobbing and tried to make a smile. “No auntie, the credit must go to Bhavana. It was she who had brought uncle and it was she who had brought me and that which led to my mother, your sister.”

Bhavana looked up at me with great affection. And she stretched her arms and I went into them. In no time everybody was in every ones arms.

Once our emotions were subsided Rahul asked my mom, “Auntie, now it’s your turn. Would you tell us what made you to run away from granddad’s home?”

My mom looked at every one and smiled. “So you want to hear out my story also. Ok, then, have it.” And she started narrating:

Dad was very kind to me, of course, no doubt. But I had become pregnant and was afraid that if dad came to know he would ask me to abort the baby. I wanted to have it. So I ran away from home with a man who was in love with me more than a year then. He was a South Indian and he brought me to this part of the country. He married me and we had our first baby, a boy, named after my dad, Anand.

Two years since, one day, my husband told me that he wanted to have a second baby, a girl this time. I laughed and told him to try his best. But he shocked me with his reply.

He said, ‘Manju, if I’m able to, why should I ask for your permission? I know I’m sterile. I was tested a number of times and I know it too well.”

‘But I don’t see any thing wrong with you.’ I said.

‘I know there is nothing wrong with my organ or my desires. What I mean is I’m germ-free; no way capable of giving you a baby.’

‘But we’ve a boy already…’

‘Let’s not go into that,’ pat was his reply. ‘But I promise I’ll never go into it and ask you, who fathered him.’

I sprang up in shock and ran into the next room. I threw myself face down on the floor and was rocked by the waves of shame. I didn’t go to his bed, that night. And I couldn’t get a sleep either. Old memoirs, I thought I had done with, waved in:

It was our dad who made me pregnant. It was my eighteenth birthday. Dad bought me new dresses. It was early in the morning. I got up, took bath and was naked in front of the mirror, powdering my armpits. Suddenly, behind me there, was our dad. I went numb. But he kissed my temple and said, ‘What a big woman you have grown into!’ and gone.

By the time I was ready, dad was busy with Dev and Saroj to see them off to school. Dad had told me the previous day that he wanted to take me to a temple on my birthday.

On our way to the temple, I reminded him, ‘Dad, you were telling that you would take me to a temple in Himalayas on my 18th birthday.”

‘That’s right. Not on your birthday, but at your 18th year. This whole year we can go. But I tell you the temple where we go today is part of that Himalayan temple. The deity here in this temple is called ‘Nagnadevika’, who indeed would come as a crane in Himalayas to show us the route to ‘Swargadwaar’. So I thought it would be apt if we pray here on this memorable day.’

The temple was an old one and a ruin. From the memoirs narrated by Saroj and Dev you can easily guess that it was the same temple, where our father was first initiated by his mother; and Saroj was broken in by Dev; and fucked after by dad on the day he married her; and, later, Rahul was initiated by Saroj on dad’s insistence. Such was its connection with our family.

We went into the temple. It was a deserted one. Inside the holy chamber we lighted up an oil lamp. And in the light the deity emerged in her granite nudity. I felt a current of hotness slowly crept into my body as if I was getting charged to spend it on someone nearby. Dad prostrated in front of the deity. I followed him, but on my knees and elbows, keeping my breasts and pussy off the ground, as it is an injunction to women. When dad stood up, I could notice in his dhoti an up tent in front. My boobs likewise were taut and swelled as well was my creaming pussy.

Dad murmured in my ears, ‘The name of the deity is Nagnadevika (naked goddess); we ought to pray in our nakedness.’

I was happy to get out of my cloths. Once naked, I looked stealthily at dad’s side. He was huge. His cock was double the size of a banana I used a week back to masturbate. I was scared, though I wanted to have a fuck by it.

‘O my young woman, your upturned boobs and puffed out cunt are too much,’ dad lamented, ‘I want to break in you here and now, but I have the duty to preserve you for Swargadwaar.’

Though I was scared by the size of his cock, I got depressed by his intention to postpone the fuck he wanted to have. Such was the effect of lust on me, aroused by that goddess. I pleaded, ‘But papa, you said this temple is part of that temple.’

‘Yes, that’s true, but your first fuck ought to be up in Himalayas.’

‘But, papa, I’m itching to be fucked now. If you’re not going to do it here and now, I’ll find some other cock out there. Where then is the question of my first fuck in Himalayas?’ I said arrogantly.

Dad didn’t talk after that. He took me in his hands and right away sucked at my breasts. His cock was hitting at my abdomen and drawing wet lines with its secretions. I enjoyed his hands pressing at my bums. I put my hand in between, held his cock and pushed it down to my vagina. ‘How many days had I masturbated imagining a cock and here is a real big one, by the grace of goddess!’ I thought.

‘I admit, I too had the urge to fuck you here and now,’ my father interrupted. ‘As you said, if you seek out some other cock… Why should I lose my beautiful doll to some other brute? My dream to go to Swargadwaar may not come true in this birth, but it can wait in the face of my daughter’s offer.’

Dad lowered me on the granite floor. Spread-eagled was I, lying there at the feet of goddess, to be taken by my dad. He knelt in between my stretched out thighs and bend his head and kissed at my pussy blossom. I raised my hips an inch as a gesture and he licked at my slit with a few quick swipes.

Then he stretched on me, placing his big mushroom head of his penis at my slit. He gave a push, but it didn’t get in. He tried three four times, but failed. He was about to get up and I was alarmed. I pulled him down.

‘What are you getting up for? I’ll not allow you to get off. Fuck me, dad. Put it in.’

‘Manju darling, your hole is narrow. Let me put some oil. I will not leave this place without stuffing your little pussy with papa’s big thing and emptying my balls into your craving hot pit.’

That made sense. He took some warm oil from the burning lamp and applied it into my slot and on his cock. He wiped dry his oiled fingers on the back his head. And he placed his big cock head again at my opening and gave a mighty push. This time I too loosened my cunt hole to help him in. And that worked out. An inch of his cock got through the neck of my cunt. I felt a sharp pain, but it was momentary. He stopped and gasped but didn’t give up. Another push. And another inch got in. I encouraged him by lifting up my pussy and pushing against. He put down his weight and inch-by-inch the whole length nudged in and filled up my sheath. Now it was my turn to gasp.

‘Oh, what a tight hole yours is! It’s so clamped around the full length of my cock, I doubt if I can move it.’

‘O papa, don’t say this and that. Fuck me and just fuck.’ I pulled at him.

He moved his cock in and out and that was the sweetest sensation I had in my life. I lifted my buttocks and fucked him back. Time went by.

Roof of that holy chamber had eight stone carvings in eight directions, depicting celestial nymphs fucked by bearded saints, in different postures.

I wanted to be fucked by my dad in all those postures. And here, in real, his fatty cock is splitting the hell of my cunt. I felt a tremendous bliss through my abdomen and it shook my whole body. Time stood still. And I collapsed on the ground. Dad didn’t stop his drive, but speeded up instead. I was moaning and moaning. And suddenly he crushed his pelvis at my groins and let out a cry like a bull. His cock head swelled out of proportions against the tender walls of my cunt and burst opened a floodgate, which filled me with hot gushing lava.

A few minutes later, regaining my senses, I said, ‘Thank you pa.’

‘What a great fuck, Manju beti, and such a tight sheathed fuck I never had in my life before. Will you allow me to fuck your pussy, hereafter, again and again?’

‘Sure, dad. I had never imagined fucking would give me this much pleasure. My pussy is yours. Promise me, you will not seek any other slut.’

‘Why should I? I promise in front of this naked goddess that I will not quench my thirst but with your tight sheathed pussy.’

‘Give me something as a token of your promise.’ I wanted to register.

He removed a golden ring from his little finger, raised it and said, ‘This ring will be the token of my promise I made on the day I opened my daughter’s virgin cunt with my fatherly cock at the temple of our goddess Nagnadevika.’ And he put it on my left hand ring finger.

And we kissed and he was exited like a just married groom. I showed him the stone carvings on the temple roof. And together we registered them in our minds.

And at home we forgot not to put them into practice. It was so fulfilling a sexual life I had with our dad. We assumed a life of a husband and wife and looked after Dev and Saroj as our children. Every night I slept in his bed and had him in my cunt the way I fancied.

But there was a lover, a South Indian, who was after me all my school finals. I liked him, of course, for his good looks and his position. He was an engineer doing some power project in our region. But then I was mad after my father too because of his pleasure drills.

I didn’t keep away my cunt even a single night from the pleasure play of my dad’s cock-strokes. And in three months I had the fruit of our action. I was pregnant. I didn’t tell my dad. I thought he would fear the world and destroy the baby. But I wanted to have his baby as a token of our love. That’s how I came to the decision to run away with the South Indian engineer.

Promptly, by then, the engineer’s project came to an end and I left the place with him.

With a nice heartening flashback like that one would not be ashamed to admit her past. I prepared to face my husband and the consequences. Next day, early in the morning, I woke up my husband with coffee in my hand. He was startled by my call. And the redness in his eyes proved his sleepless night.

I waited till he took his coffee. And then I sat on the edge of his bed. ‘I’m sorry. I never had the courage to come out with the truth. But then why should I be open and destroy your peace, when I have no intention to whore out of you? It was my father, I admit, who fathered our son.’ I confessed.

I could read the shock in his face. He pulled me to his chest and patted me at my back. ‘I pity you. It could have been a horrible experience, a daughter being molested by her own father. I had saved you indeed. I’m proud of it. Never mind, I’ll bring up Anand like my own son.

I let out a sigh of relief. It took another course and solved itself. Poor man my husband, he didn’t ever know how much I loved my dad and that was the only reason why I eloped with him. He didn’t even know that Anand was my father’s name.

I then slowly opened the other topic of having one more child. His face lit up.

‘I was thinking of having a girl child,’ he said.

‘When you are so sure of your germless condition, what is the alternative?’ I inquired.

‘I came to know it from a reliable source. I hope you’ve heard about the baba (religious saint) in Andhra Pradesh. It seems he is bestowing this sort of wishes. Only thing we have to stay there two three months in his ashram. It’s a spiritual way; no whoring.’

‘I agree, let’s try, nothing wrong.’

And we proceeded to Andhra Pradesh. We got appointment with the baba and had his dharsan too. They had allotted us a residential hut, where we had to cook our own meals. They took me to a clinic and a complete set of test was conducted: all scientific; nothing like spiritual.

The third day, baba called me alone. ‘Would you keep our holy secrets for ever?’ was his question.

‘I will.’

‘Swear in the name of goddess.’

‘I swear.’

‘You will be put in a dark room. God will come in the guise of a young man. Don’t try to make out his identities and don’t ever reveal your identities or address. Is that ok with you?’

‘Ok.’

‘You can go now. Don’t tell your husband anything. Come in the evening taking a perfumed bath. Cleanliness is important.’

In the evening I was sent into a dark chamber. It was so dark that I was not able to assess even the size of the room. I was blinking. Suddenly I heard a low male voice. I responded. He located me and led me to a soft bed. It was only six seven steps to the bed, but our bodies dashed with one another in the dark and it thrilled me.

Once we seated on our bed, he took my hand and placed it on a warm long hardness. I perceived immediately what it was. I ran my fingers though its length and girth. Its bulbous head smeared a sticky wetness on my palm.

‘Ithi neekosaram, ishtamaayanda?’ he said something like that in Telugu. I told him that I could follow only Hindi but to some extend Tamil. Then he repeated it in Hindi, ‘Yah tumareliye. Pasand hai? (It’s yours. Like it?)’ He said this in a husky voice.

‘It’s huge; I’m going to like it.’ I replied in the same husky tone.

‘You are also huge, at your boobs and thighs,’ he said running his hands all over my boobs and thighs. ‘Why don’t you undress?’

In no time I was naked in his hands, willingly. He pressed at my breasts and sucked at them. He squeezed my thighs and buttocks and ran his hand on my mound of Venus. I kissed allover his face and at his mouth. He had no mustache, but long hair. He was very young. His body was hard as board but his skin was soft.

‘Your pussy is bulged out like a burger,’ he said, ‘And would be great to have a mouthful.’

‘Hush,’ I interrupted, ‘Not like a swamiji at an ashram.’

‘A swamiji indeed. Premananda Swamy going to fuck Amruthananda Mayi.’

I laughed at his absurdity. But who knows, he could be a hired hand. He traced my cunt with his mouth and started eating it fervently. I started pulling at his long hairs and yielding him my drooling snatch. He seemed to be more interested in sucking at my slit, but forgot not to provoke at my clitoris. I squirmed and urged him to put his cock in to my sheath.

He laid himself on his back and pulled me over him. ‘If you want it so urgently, then take the mantle and fuck me as you like.’

I mounted on him and fed his cock into my eager cunt-hole. I rode him like an experienced jockey. Dad, in those three months I fucked him, liked to have me mostly in this position; now this young lover too is of the same taste, I ruminated.

His stiffness, moving up and down, was stretching my dripping vagina. And he was pressing and pulling at my breasts. It was like a blind man leading a blind man and falling into a pit of honey.

In less than 10 minutes I groaned and collapsed on his chest. He rolled me on my back and continued our fucking from an attacking position. I never stopped my moaning and my cunt was frothing at his forceful strokes. I was heading to my second peak when he matched his outlet and filled my pit with his seeds.

We fucked three times in that night.

Next day, to my husband’s query, I told him it was only a prayer they conduct exclusively for women. Poor husbands, willing their wives for strangers to fuck!

And I observed a gratification in the women devotees there. We women exchanged a secret smile of understanding among ourselves.

My fuck with my darkroom lover continued in different positions. But he refused to fuck my cunt on three specific days. Those were the 13, 14, and 15th days counting from the first day of my menstrual cycle. He said, if fertilization took place of the fuck on those days, then it would produce a male child. What a golden rule! (I recommend, readers, to practice it and have the baby of your choice. In ignorance of this human knowledge, if there is a verse in any religious book, to prove God, let it remain as a proof to their ignorance). On those three days he allowed me to suck at his cock and gulp down his semen. Since he was very fond of my fleshy cunt, he locked me in the 69 position and ate my pussy earnestly.

My menstrual cycle stopped the next month. But my darkroom lover didn’t stop his flooding my vagina. After 45 days elapsed my urine was tested and my pregnancy was confirmed. My husband’s happiness was beyond limit. I was happy on one side for having conceived my second child but sad on the other side that the time had come to part with my darkroom lover.

Even after confirmation of my pregnancy, they gave me one day to be with my lover. As soon as we met on that night, I leaned on his broad bare chest and started crying. He consoled me and talked long on the pain of losing me. I thanked his cock by kissing it again and again. He kissed at my cunt again and again and thanked it for receiving his seed to produce his baby. We were not satisfied at all. We fucked our soul out.

‘Being a sanyasi, I shouldn’t ask this. But give me something to keep in your memory.’

I had only my mangalsutra on my neck. Nothing else. And then I remembered that I had a ring on one of my fingers: a snake shaped one given to me by my father at the Nagnadevika temple. I removed it and gave it to him. He showed his happiness by kissing me. And I couldn’t get anything from him for he was a man of nothing.

He said, ‘I have given you the most precious thing, my child in your womb.’

And we returned from Andhra Pradesh and in ten months time I gave birth to Devika.

My husband believed that she was conceived in a spiritual way and would bring good luck one day. And it has been proved now.

My mom Manjuladevi stopped at this point and thought she had concluded her story, but Rahul raised his voice, “Auntie, you’ve not yet told us how come the gun of Anand in your holster.”

At that all others laughed. I looked at my brother. He looked back at me and our eyes were locked. I felt a tweak at the nervous center of my cunt. I lowered my head.

My mom cleared her throat again and started her narration:

My husband earned some money working in gulf countries and we could build the house we live now, and purchase some agricultural land 15 km away from our town. My husband died in an accident when I was at my 30th year. I could have remarried, but I decided against in order to bring up my beloved children.

One day I took Anand with me to have a look at our fields. He was 18 years old then. We had sugarcanes on our lands in that year. We were walking on the northern boundary of our field where Anand toed a stone and fell down. And then, to our surprise, the stone looked like a statue covered by earth and grass. Anand dug it up and, to my astonishment; I was face to face with something like Nagnadevika. It was a small size statue of a naked goddess.

Anand went into the field to wash that statue off mud. I waited, but in the mean time I felt the well-known hotness building up in my body. I went into the field in search of my son. And there, near the canal, my son was standing naked with the statue in one hand and his mammoth erection in the other hand.

As I knew why it was, I went near, took the statue from his hand and placed it down. I knelt in front of my son and took his erection into my mouth. He groaned at my action, but showed his liking by moving his thing to and fro through my lips grip. My cunt and mouth were watering in the face of my situational luck.

I noticed a patch of lush green grass on my left. The spot was well hidden by the tall sugarcanes. I got up, made myself as naked as the goddess and spread my sari on the grass patch and invited my son over there. He was staring at my big-big boobs and pleasure garden.

I pulled him towards me by his cock and wanted to know, ‘Is this your first encounter or had you have experience?’

His lips quivered but words didn’t come out. I lay on my back and stretched my thighs in an inviting gesture. He stepped in and hovered on me. I pulled him down. He fumbled his cock with my cunt. And it was a clear indication that he was at his first fuck.

I rolled him off on his back and straddled him. My favorite position, trained well by our dad. His cock stood far bigger than that of my husband and as big as of my father. The size itself delighted me. I held it and guided its huge head into my tunnel. And I slid down on it to fill up my cunt to its very depth. I gave my boobs in his hands and shoved my cunt on his cock. And I moved my buttocks up and down. His hardness, stretching through my tunnel, and its broad head hitting against my womb gate, triggered my cunt to surge in bliss.

My son, pressing and squeezing at my breasts, fucked back at my cunt from below. As my cunt seeped in its secretions his cock swam through its greasy grip. Suddenly, then, his cock head swelled and spewed out seeds to fill up my sheath. And I collapsed sweetly on him and purred like a pet animal in satisfaction.

He wanted to take the goddess to our home, but I said no. He installed it facing north, in the spot, where he had toed it. But by then we had our second urge to fuck. I led him to the same spot where we fucked first and, this time, I had him on top and trained him to plough my pleasure garden.

By the grace of the goddess, I had my cunt opened by our dad and opened to my son as well on his virgin fuck. Having had the taste of a young cock in my cunt, I didn’t allow my son to rest. It was something like my second honeymoon. And I taught my son all that I learned from my father and my darkroom lover. My son was keen on learning and satisfying me of all my wishes.

We went on a city tour one day. I wanted to see the new lighthouse, but the security man denied us permission. My son bribed him and we went up by the lift. From top, it was a grand view we get of the sea on one side and the city on the other side.

Suddenly my son said, ‘I want to fuck you, mom, at this elevation.’

A crazy idea it was and a dangerous one too. If we were spotted out, our story would stink, thanks to media world. But the idea was so sensational that my cunt started watering. I held my sari raised and swayed my hip at my son. ‘Come on my boy, fuck me then.’

But he insisted we both should do it in nude. And in no time he was naked, his big thing challenging me. I hesitated, but my cunt was itching to have his cock. So I too bared my secrets.

‘Which view you want to have, sea view or city view?’ my son asked me.

‘City view,’ I answered.

He made me to hold the handrail on the city view side. He came around and entered me from behind. And he fucked me like a bull. My boobs were hitting against the handrail and I was scared of his fucking force that I may fly over the handrail and land on my head in the pavement below.

‘How is the city view, mom?’

‘It’s stretched below at a mock able level.’

‘How do you feel this high point fuck, mom?’

‘As if I am flying! Fantastic! And how do you feel, my son?’

‘As if I am fucking a holy cow at the top of the world.’

‘It’s a crazy idea.’

‘What to do? Your motherly cunt drives me crazy. Ah, here I cum…’

And he lodged his cock deep in my cunt and discharged. I simmered with him. And our juices surged out of my cunt and flowed down along my inner thighs.

When we climbed down, there we found a young woman with the security man. Both were grinning at us in a sheepish manner.

‘Who is this?’ my son asked the security man.

‘Never mind, she’s my daughter-in-law. She’s come here to give me my lunch.’

We smiled at the woman and said, ‘Hello!’

The woman then raised her hand and it held a binoculars. We were shocked.

But the woman laughed and commented, ‘Super show.’

The security man tweaked one of her breast and said, ‘Top ideas come only to top class people.’

The woman laughed. And in a hurry we left the place and the city.

In our small town, at our own house, we lived and loved as free birds, till Devika spied on us on that rainy day.

My mom thus had completed her story and it was received with applause. Aunt Saroj went up to my brother Anand and hugged him.

“Like to have a lighthouse trip, Saroj?” Uncle Dev commented; at which all laughed.

“Silly, I am moved to know that he is our father’s son,” said aunt Saroj; at which all became quiet and smiled.

“But, on the whole, the only outsider is me,” I lamented, “who is not an outcome of this family seed.”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Uncle Dev shouted at me. “You are our princess, our hope and our way to the Himalayan deity.”

“So the Himalayan idea is not dropped yet?” I observed.

“A Himalayan idea it is,” said uncle Dev. “And we are starting in a day or two. And Devika is to be on guard till we reach the shrine.”

The proposal was accepted in one voice.

On an auspicious day, at an auspicious time we started our pilgrimage. It was a three days journey to Haridwaar. On the way, we happened to cross our native place. Bhavana proposed a visit to the temple ruins of Nagnadevika, but my mother advised otherwise. Mom said that the deity was a real tempter and would divert us from our path and it would end up in soiling me, who was their only hope left in the family. And she assured Bhavana a visit and a sure orgy, on our return journey, at the historical remains. And it was accepted as sensible and we moved on.

At Haridwaar, we took a dip at Ganges. The flow was cold as ice. If it was so cold at that level, how cold it would be at the height of Swargadwaar, I wondered. From Haridwaar we went up to Rishikesh, where the sacred Ganges touches the ground. There on a plateau, we approached the horse traders to get us mules for the uphill journey. Uncle Dev took Anand and Rahul to assist in his negotiation.

The man they approached called on another man, an old one, who was standing a bit apart, looking away as if in trance. “Gode ke liye lok aaye hain, Anand bhai (people have come for horses, brother Anand).”

And the old man with white hair and beard turned toward us, disinterestedly. At that instant, Bhavana flew forward and threw herself on the old man and hugged at his neck.

All of us were shocked. But that was only for a fleeting second.

Aunt Saroj followed her daughter, “Papa!” She cried. Then it dawned on us: the grand old man, the name giver of my elder brother. Didn’t they call him Anand bhai? My mother joined them and uncle Dev and Rahul, followed by my brother and me.

Grandpa was crying and laughing at the same time. All local people were watching us with interest. It took quite some time to bring our emotions under control. Finally uncle Dev pulled me apart and put me in front of his father and briefed him of our mission. I could see stars in grandpa’s eyes. He lifted me off the ground and danced, I must say. He was a big man. And I was puny in his hands.

He was moved to know the love of my mom in carrying his seed to give birth to Anand. He hugged mom and Anand his first born, through his loving daughter.

“Being alive, why didn’t you come back home, dad?” aunt Saroj asked.

“Because I resolved to have a darshan of the goddess or die in the Himalayas,” he said.

With grandfather in lead, other things fell in groove. We took 14 mules, including standbys, for 8 persons and the luggage. Outright purchase and lot of money, for the traders didn’t agree to give their animals on hire to such an unheard of a place.

On the way, grandpa told us how he had come alive out of the snow burial. The place he was buried by the avalanche was a running stream and it turned out to be a miraculous warm stream, which melted away the snow to help him, breath.

In a day’s journey we reached the point where we were supposed to spot the goddess Nagnadevika in the form of a crane. Anxiety gripped me of my fidelity to bring the crane out there.

And it was grandpa who spotted the crane first. The same bird, which shitted on me, that led me to Bhavana and our family and up to this point. Spotting the bird, grandpa once again danced, lifting me off the floor.

From that point we followed the bird. It flew up along the Ganges for half a day. Then arrived at the place where our grandpa was buried by snow. A stream from left was flowing into the Ganges. From there onwards the bird started flying westward and we followed it by the warm stream. On our way, with our grandpa in lead, we sang the following song:

The gateway of heaven to where we go;

The fruit of love is there to win.

To pass the path, appalls with wind and snow,

We take with us a beau virgin.

O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!

O Nagnadevike, lead us today!

It’s pure indeed the meals we make in-door

And flavored by blood relations.

Pigs run out on streets to filths and devour;

Sermonize on regulations.

O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!

O Nagnadevike, lead us today!

Cunts and cocks from afar would come and go;

Donating claps, aids in a row.

Cunts and cocks of same-same blood mellow

The home; and love and pleasures flow.

O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!

O Nagnadevike, lead us today!

Mom and dad, train your children to make love

Family love would bring good luck.

Sons and fills, serve your parents in home-love

Recycling is richness; so, fuck!

O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!

O Nagnadevike, lead us today!

And we reached Swargadwaar on the fourth day since we left Haridwaar. We traveled not up and up, but deep and deep. Tunnel after tunnels we passed and the place was not at an elevation, but deep in the womb of the Himalayas. The numerous tunnels we passed led us finally in to a triangular open space, which resembled exactly as a womb. The warm water in two streams flowed down from the far two corners of the triangle, and join as a single stream at its center, to flow down eastward through the tunnels to the Ganges. It appeared we had traveled through a vaginal tunnel in to a womb space. That open space was with lush green grass, flower plants and fruit bearing trees, with charming birds and butterflies.

And in the centre, where the two streams flew in one, was a big flat rock crowned with a beautiful statue of a naked girl. The naked girl, standing on her right leg, had lifted her left leg and held it in her left hand, as in a dance stance, with her head tilted right and chin up in a trance. Her boobs were big and firm, waist narrow, hips flared out and thighs round and plump on long legs. Her vulva was chiseled in to a blooming rose revealing a secret slit. Ah!

Om, Bhagvati Swargadwaarike

Namosthute nagna naayike.

Om, Goddess of Gateway of Heaven

We salute you, naked lead-woman

Chanted my grandfather. All others followed. And the crane, which led us there, flew up and disappeared.

As grandpa told we plucked flowers and made two garlands. And we all got rid of our cloths and stepped into the sangam (confluence) to take a dip. I didn’t know how others felt, but I was a bit shy to show my properties. I had seen the nakedness of uncle Dev, Rahul, aunt Saroj and Bhavana. But of others, I hadn’t. Grandpa was an old man and his snake was sleeping head down, out of his white bush. Mommy was in good shape: her boobs and bums were the biggest and she had come well prepared, shaving her broad cunt. And it was at my brother’s cock that my eyes settled: it was as long as that of grandpa, but young and shining. I didn’t miss to notice the fire in the eyes of aunt Saroj and Bhavana, staring at his cock, the same way I did.

The water was warm, very warm, and started building up our carnal desires. I wanted to swim across into the arms of my brother, but had to restrain thinking the rituals.

Grandpa ushered us to the top of the rock. Lot of space was there. The statue of the Devi was as large as life. In front of it was an altar as wide a dining table. Grandpa applied sandal paste on my limbs and breasts and cheeks and forehead and garlanded the statue and me. Then he laid me on the altar with my head to the goddess.

And he raised a question, “Who’s right is it to initiate this virgin, among the gents present here?”

“It’s mine,” Rahul claimed, “Because I’m the one going to marry her.”

“But we follow incest;” interrupted my mom, “In that order, her brother Anand is closer than others.”

“In that case, her father is a closer relative than her brother,” uncle Dev opined.

“But her father is a faceless man, my darkroom lover,” my mom laughed. “And who knows who he is and who can fetch him here, now?”

“I can,” replied uncle Dev and raised his right hand. In it was a ring, glittering.

“Ah, my serpent-ring!” shouted my grandpa.

All others marveled and understood what it did mean. For me it was more than a pleasant surprise. A lump I felt at my throat. Mom was in tears and rushed into her brother’s hands, kissing him fervently. “Why didn’t you tell us that it was you, when I narrated my story?” she asked uncle Dev.

“Because I had vowed at the ashram, not to open out the secrets. And now here I break my vow, in front of our goddess, for a suitable cause.”

My grandfather was apprised of the situation and he was extremely happy to know the connections. And I had a feeling of belonging. After all I was neither an outsider, nor a southerner, as I believed all these days.

“Look, Devika darling, you were lamenting of your origin,” aunt Saroj told me, “And now you turned out to be a perfect product of this family. Are you satisfied now?”

“Ham, mousi (yes, aunt).” I wept.

So it was decided that uncle Dev, my real father, to fuck me first. My mom was so happy. She herself opened the bottle and poured honey into my vaginal slot. And she poured some more honey on her right palm and was about to apply it on to Uncle Dev’s erected cock.

“Stop,” roared a female voice as a thunderclap. “I give the right to Anand Vyas the senior. His zeal to have my darshan, I favor.”

It was an oracle.

We all were stunned and frozen in fear. I jumped up; my pussy to sweat in honey.

“But, Mother Goddess, whereby shall I serve this?” Grandpa appealed in a shivering tone. “I’m well stricken in age and it ceased to be with my manhood after the manner of potent men.”

The birds all around stopped their chirping. Even the flowing stream stopped murmuring and was listening.

“Is anything too hard for the Creator Mother?” spoke the thunder. “You shall touch ‘The Heaven’s Gate’ with your withered member and be alive forever.”

That was a divine sanction. I never dreamed one can experience such things in these days.

Grandpa approached the image of the Goddess. We were observing with our breath in grip. Host of butterflies assembled on their wings, behind the Goddess, in to a vibrant backdrop.

He knelt and kissed Her right foot first, vulva next; and stood up against Her front. And then he lifted his limp tool in his shivering hand and to Her granite cunt slot he touched.

Something happened like a lightning flash.

And we saw our grandpa, facing us, as an ageless man with his head, beard and pubic hairs turned black. His cock was standing straight as a wooden log. We marveled at his change. He was speechless, tears pouring down his cheeks. All rushed to him and he embraced them, but I held back out of shyness.

They laid me again on the altar and mom poured more honey into my opening. And then she held her father’s erection with one hand and applied honey on it too with her other hand. Granddad spread my thighs and squatted in between. Mom with her honey-trenched hand guided her father’s cock to her daughter’s cunt. As his cock head meshed against my cunt petals, my lower mouth had a taste of honey. All others, one by one, touched grandpa’s cock at my cunt, as a ritual, indicating they too a party to the rite. Then they all chanted in Sanskrit a mantra, again and again,

Om, gurushroni payodhara kuladevi maatharam

Samarpayaama: vayam the navayoni maitthunam

(Om, big hipped big breasted family deity the mother,

We dedicate you the first fuck of a virgin cunt.)

As they chant, grandpa gave a push with his cock and it pierced through my honey filled cunt. I didn’t feel much pain, may be because Bhavana had widened my hole during our lesbian love; or may be of the honey, the chant, and the crowd; or of the mercy of the goddess herself.

But grandpa was a big man and I was a puny girl. Besides, his cock was the biggest of all the cocks assembled there. Think of my condition! He pinned me down with his cock, as a hunter pins down a fish with a spear. And I was gasping for air as the dying fish. But no one cared for me and all were deliberate only on chanting the mantra.

I wanted to kick out of his subjugation, but my cunt worked the other way. It clung to the monstrous cock, as if willing to be punished. And as if he grasped its mood, my grandpa started his strokes, running his piston deep and out, rubbing off the wrinkles of my sheath. In a short time my ego surrendered to my carnal cunt and I started enjoying the fuck. My breasts were fittingly small in his big hands and Grandpa squeezed them and sucked them mouthful. I ran my palms on his wide shoulders and my feet on the small of his waist. In my cupped up cunt mouth his cock roughed up. Clinging to him I groaned and shuddered at his attack. And my sheath slobbered around his cock. Following it, his cock rushed in a warm liquid and filled me down.

“Ah, Ambe Swargadwaarike!” grandpa bellowed like a bull. It was his first utterance after his contact with the goddess.

All of us wondered at his expression. He smiled at us; and explained that it was an inexpressible nothing he went through the goddess. And he said it lasted until he discharged his semen into my pit. When he discharged his semen, he said, he felt shocked like a child of its first breath on birth.

He kissed me and got off. I looked down at my hole. There was blood, I noticed, but I didn’t mind.

Then the next ritual took place. Starting with my mom, one by one, all knelt in between my legs and tasted, from the cup of my cunt, the honey-blood-semen syrup with the tip of their tongues. And my mom took me on to her lap; kissed all over my face, and wanted to know whether I had any pain. I said no.

And I was laid again on my back and my real father i.e. Uncle Dev entered me. Mom and aunt were on either side of my wings, kneeling, and sucking each one of my breasts. And Bhavana was kneeling on my head end, kissing my mouth. Coming behind the ladies, in doggy style, my brother Anand entered aunt Saroj and Rahul entered my mom and grandpa entered Bhavana. It looked as if the saying of the old proverb, ‘Birds of a feather flock together’ had come true.

Needless to say our orgy went on and on.

In the third round, my brother accounted for my crush on him. I had his big beautiful cock beating mad my pussy than any other pricks. We fucked in the crowd but like secret lovers. “Am I as good as mom?” I murmured in his ears. “But your cunt grips so tight around my cock,” he murmured back. “Is that a complaint?” I asked. “It’s a compliment,” he answered.

We stayed there seven days. Lot of things happened on those seven days. All cunts were behind grandpa most of the time for the divine bliss his rejuvenated cock blessed in them. And my mom was found pregnant. All congratulated my brother Anand. Mom in shyness hid her face behind Anand’s back. Anand beamed proudly. On the same day I pulled Anand away and demanded him a child in me. Induced by my question he fucked me then and there. Others thought, it was part of our routines, because on another side, Bhavana was sliding her cunt on grandpa’s pole.

I wanted my brother to fuck me as he fucked mom on that rainy night in our kitchen. He made me bend forward against a low branch of a fruit-bearing tree and split my cunt with his thick cock from behind. It gave me an immense pleasure. Reenacting the mom’s kitchen scene gave me a secret satisfaction.

Our grandfather made us known that with his newly acquired body, he cannot enter the world of mortals. That made us sad. But he declared that, with his ever presence as an immortal in Himalayas, our family members could come at anytime to Swargadwaar even without a virgin to lead. That made us happy.

Taking charge as priest, our grandfather conducted our marriages. I was married to Rahul; and Bhavana to Anand.

And on the eighth day morning, we left Swargadwaar and our grand father to the southern city of Chennai.

As instructed by our grand father, we rebuilt the temple of Nagnadevika in the north. And also we built a temple in the south to Nagnabhavana. So was the naked statue my mom and brother found at our field named by our grandfather, in his prophetical utterance.

Our grandfather, as an immortal, resides in Himalayas. And some who spotted him says that there lives a baba in Himalayas more than 2000 years.

Twice in a year we go to Swargadwaar and enjoy with the company of our grandfather. And the temples of Nagnabhavana and Nagnadevika are there always to induce us to stick to our family love games.

Teen din pore amar college body building compition chilo. Ami roz sakal bikel bela khoob kore kasrat korchilam aar gaye tel malish korchilam. Boudio amake khoob bhalo bhalo khabar baniye dichhillo. Ek din sakal bela boudi bathroome snan korchilo aar ami amar ghore khali ekta underwear pore gaye tel lagachhillam. Emon somaye boudi khali saya aar blouse pore amar ghore elo. Bodi ke dekhe ami bollam, “boudi ektu amar peethe tel malish kore debe? Boudi bolo, “haan, keno noye. Chalo shoye por giye ami tor peethe tel lagiye debo.” Ami songe songe ekta madur pete upur hoye shoye porlam. Boudi ahthe tel amar peethe malish korte shuru korlo. Boudir molayem hather sparsho amar khoob bhalo lagchilo. Peethe tel malish korar por boudi uthe chole jachhillo tate ami boudi ke bollam,

“boudi jakhon tel malish kore dichho takhon bhalo kore sara sharire tel kore dao na keno? Tomar hather malish peye amar body aro bhalo hoye jabe aar ami body buildinge te first hoye jabo.”

“Theek ache, chal tor sara gaye ami tel malish kore dichhee. Chalo eibar chit hoye shoye poro.” Ami jhat kore chit hoye shoye porlam. Boudi aage amar hathe tel malish kore dilo aar tar pore amar payer malish korte laglo. Jei boudir hath amar jangher kache elo to amar heart beat bere gelo. Aar bara ta dhire dhire khara hote laglo. Eibar boudi amar tal pete aar barar char dike aar janghe tel lagate laglo. Amar bara khoob bichirree bhabhe khara hoye gelo. Underwear ta ektu dhile chilo bole age khara bara ta bojha jachhillo na, tobe jakhon bara ta puro puri bhave khara hoye gelo takhon amar underwear ta ekta tenter moton phule gelo. Boudi amar tal pete aar barar char dike tel lagate lagate sab bhalo kore dekhchillo. Amar bara khara hoyate boudir mukhe besh gham ese giyechilo aar sara mukh ta lal hoye giyechilo. Boudi aad chokhe amar underwearer tent ta dekh chilo aar tar por amake bollo,

“Partho mone hoye je aaj tor underwear ta cheere jabe. Keno atke rekhechis bechara ke underwearer bhetore. Khule ber kore ne otake” ei bole ho ho kore hanste laglo.

“boudi, tumi ota ke khule bar kore dao na. O tomake khob khoob dhanyabad debe.”

“theek ache, ami ota ke khule bar kore dichhee” ei bole boudi amar underwear ta khule dilo. Underwear theke beriye amar 10” lamba aar 4” mota bara ta kono saanper moton dulte laglo. Amar bara dekhe to boudir chokh charak gacher moton hoye gelo. Boudir mukh theke mistee hansee ta gayen hoye gelo aar chokh duto chana bora hoye roye gelo. Ami boudi ke jigesh korlam,

“boudi kee holo? Amar bara ta dekhe mone hochhee tumi besh ghabriye gech?”

“baap re… ! Eta kono purush manusher bara na, hamandister musol? Amar mone hochhe je tui kono ghorar bara lagiye niyechis. Aar tot ei choto peyarar moton bichee gulo? Sedin kar rastar saanrer thekeo boro. ”

“boudi amar ota keo tel lagiye malish kore dao na keno?” Boudi khanik ta tel hathe niye amar bara te lagate shuru korlo. Boudi amar bara te khoob bhalo kore tel laga chhillo. Tel lagate lagate amaje bollo,

“Partho, tor bara ta to tor dadar bara theke besh baro. Satte je meye tor bou hobe se khoob bhaggowan. Eto lamba aar mota bara je kono meyer guud ke puro puri tripto kore debe. Tor to…….”

“Boudi kn meye ba bouer katha bolcho? Ei bara opor sabar aage tomar adhikar.”

“satte!!!! Dekh Partho, ekta lomba aar mota bara ki dam hoye ta ekta bibahita meyechele jane. Etake ei bhabhe lomba aar mota kore rakh. Jato din tor biye na hochhee roz ami eta te tel lagiye malish kore debo.”

“Satte boudi, tumi koto bhalo. Tobe bodi, eto boro bara ke leora bola hoye.”

“Acchha baba, acchha. Theek ache, leora. Pjulsajjer rate khoob sabdhane koris. Tor bouer kachi guuder barota beje jabe. Rakta rakti hoye jabe. Eto mota bara to amader moton paka guudo shajjo korte parbe na. Guud ta phete jabe.”

“Boudi, tumi eisab ki bolcho? Tumi ek bar ei bara ta nijer guude niye to dekho? Dekhbe koto bhalo lagbe, koto aram pabe.”

“Chup shaitan.” Boudi kintu amar bara te bhalo kore tel lagate thaklo. Jakhon ami ami aar parlam na takhon ami boudi ke bollam.

“Boudi eso amio tomar gaye tel malish kore dee.”

“ami to neye niye chee. Abar keno tel malish korbee?”

“tate ki hoyeche malish kore dile tomar sharirer sab baitah aar thaka bhabh kete jabe. Chalo shoye poro.” Boudi amar dadar hather chonwa prayee teen mash paye nee. Boudi ektu naikhra mere amar katha mene gelo aar madure upur hoye shoye porlo.

“boudi blouse ta to khule dao, ta na hole ami tel kothaye lagabo? Tumi khamkha lajja pachho. Mone ache ami tomake nengto dekhechee?” Boui amar katha sune nijer blouse ta khule phello. Eibar boudi amar samne khali ekta kalo ranger bra aar saya pore chilo. Ami boudir duto paa chariye diye dui payer majhkhane boslam aar boudir peethe tel lagate laglam. Ami jakho boudir mayee er pase malish korchilam takhon boudi ektu ektu kore garom hote laglo. Pher ami braer hoock ta khule dilam aar boudir baro baro gol gol mayee gulo hathe niye chakate laglam. Boudir mukh theke seeeeeee seeeeeeee awaj berochillo. Boudi chokh bondo shoye chilo. Khoob bhalo kore mayee te tel lagabar por ami boudir paye tel lagate laglam. Ami jemon jemon paye tel lagachilla boudir saya ta opore dike othate jachhillam. Amar underwear amar du payer majhe khane atke chilo, ami setake khule phele dilam. Ami boudir duto farsha farsha kala gacher moton masreen uru duto majhkhane bose boudir du paye tel malis korchilam. Dhire dhire ami boudir saya ta boudir pacha opor kore dilam. Eibar amar samne boudir bishal pacha duto panty te dhaka chilo. Boudir sayar tolay ekta neter transparent kalo ronger panty pore chilo. Panty ta boudir pacha ta dheke rakhte parchilo na aar sab kichu dekha jachhillo. Tar opor boudir addek pachar khanj ta panty theke baiyre chilo. Boudir panty bhetot theke neecher dike lamba ghono aar konkra bal gulo beriye chilo. Boudir panty theke pholaphola guud ta parishkar dekha jachhillo aar tar besh khanik bhag panty theke beriye chilo. Ami boudir duto baro saro pacha gulo ke khoob bhalo bhave malish korlam aar tate panty ta ekbare boudir pachar khanje dhuke gelo. Eibar boudir puro pacha ta amar samne nebgto chilo. Malish korte korte ami boudir guude char dhare hath ghorate laglam aar tar por kop kore phola phola aar rase bheja puro guud ta amar muthor modhhe bhore niye chatkate laglam. Guuder kache boudir panty ta emdom bheja chilo aar hathe chat chate lagchilo.

“isss…. Aaaa…. Kee korchis. Char……chere de otake. Ami more jabo. Tui khali amar peethe tei malish kor noyto ami chole jabo.”

“theek ache boudi, tomar peethe tei ami malish korchee.” Ei bole ami boudir khola payer aro bhetor dike giye boslam aar boudir peethe tel malish korte laglam. Eirakome bosate amar khara bara ta boudir guuder mukhe chunte laglo. Ekhon amar bara aar boudir guuder majhkhane khali boudir kalo ronger neter panty ta chilo. Boudir guud theke ras ras beriye beriye neter panty theke topke topke amar bara mundi te porchilo aar amar barar mundi ta ke bheja chillo. Ami khanik pore boudir bagoler pas theke mayee duto kachlate laglam aar mar bara diye boudir guud jor lagate laglam. Bara chape panty ta boudir guuder bhetore dhukte laglo. Pachar khanjer bhetor arke thakar janno panty ta guuder phutor opor chipke chilo. Boudir mukh the seeeeeeeee seeeeeeeeee aiiiiiiiiiiiiii ohhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh Parthooooooo keeeeeee korchiiiiiiiish sabdo berochillo. Ami aar nijeke rukhte parlam na. Ami ekta jhatka marlam jor kore aar amar barar mundee ta boudir panty ta cheenre boudir guude dhuke gelo.

“aaaaaah…….ooooh….ui maaa. Ooooph.. Eta ki korli Parho. Tor emon kora ucheet hoye nee. Char amake, ami tor boudi hochhee. Aar amar tel malish korate neyee.” Kintu boudi amar kach theke sorlo na emon ki norlo obdi. Ami arektu zor lagalam aar amar bara arp ½ inch boudir guude dhuke gelo.

“Aaah …oooh tor bara to amar panty ta cheenre diyeche aar ekhon amar guud ta bodh hoye phatiye debe.” Ami boudir guudr dike dekhlam je amar mota bara ta boudir guuder phuto ta khoob kore choriye diyeche.

“boudi tomar guud to kono kumari meyer kachee guud noye. Tomar guudrt to bara gelar obbesh ache?”

“aaah… ohhhhh aiiiiiiiiii, amar guuder kono purush manusher bara gelar obbesh ache, kono ghora ba gadhar bara gelar obbesh neyee. Achha eibar anek hoyeche, tor bara ta bar kore ne amar guud theke. Amar mone hochhe je amar guud ta aajke phete jabe.” Ami bujhte parchilam je boudir baitha songe songe bhishon aram pachhee. Boudi nijer pacha ta ke ektu opore othalo aar amar bara ta aro ½ inch boudir guude dhuke gelo. Eibar ami boudir komor dhore ekta thap marlam jor diye aar amar bara ta boudir cheenra panty theke boudir guud ta ke du bhage chire praye 5” moton bhetore dhuke gelo.

“aaaaaaaaah… ahh….ahh…..mere phelbee naki? Amake chere de Partho, amaaaaaar guuuuuuuda ta aaaaaajke pheeeeeete jabeeeeee. Oooh…ahhhhhh, asteeeeeeee asteeeeee kor na. Ekhono aar katooooooo ta bakeeeeeeeee acheeeeeeeee? Bar kore neeeeeeee Parthooooooo, tui nijer bouuuuudi ke chudchiiiiiiiis.” Ami boudir duto mayee pechon theke dhore tipte tipte bollam,

“boudi ekhuno to khali addek ta tomar guude dhukeche. Amake ek bar puro ta dhokate dao, tar por ami bara ta tomar guud theke bar kore nebo.”

“Ohhhhhhhh Partho, tui ki aager jonme ghora chili nakee? Amar paka guudta tor musholer mota bara janno choto hochhe.” Ami boudi ke kichu na bole aro jor jor thap mere bara ta aro praye 3” boudir guuder bhetore dhukiye dilam.

“boudi amar sona boudi, pacha dutu ektu aro unchuu karo na, please.” Boudi amar katha sune songe songe nijer pacha aro opore kore dilo. Ekhon boudir mayeee bota duto madure chuunchillo. Ei rakom pacha tolate boudir guud amar bara ta puro puri gelar janno prastut hoye gelo. Ei bar boudir komor bhalo kore dhore gayer sab saktee diye ekta jore thap marlam aar amar 10” lumba bara ta boudir guude puro puri bhabhe dhuke gelo. Ekhon amar bara bal gulo boudir pacha te chuunchhillo.

“aaaaaaaaaaaah……….ami more gelam. Amar guuuuuuud taaaaaa phetttttttte gellllllloooooo. Oooooh .…aaah…..agh….ui… si….aah…aaah….. Ouiiii….. Maaaa……tui bhishon boro shaiiitan. Ah……ah….emni bhave nijer boudir guud chudte hoye? Puro 10” mushol amar guud dhukiye diliiiiiiii?” Boudir guud theke ektu rakto beriye elo. Eibar ami dhire dhire bara ta guuder bhetore dhokate laglam aar tene tene baire korte laglam. Boudir guuder baitha bodh hoye sesh hoye giyechillo. Boudi eibar nijer komor nariye nariye amar bara ta nijer guud nichhillo. Eibar amio bara ta mundee obdi baire ber kore niye abar jor thape boudir guud dhokachhillam. Boudir guud theke eto ras beruchhillo je amar chodar songe songe boudir guud theke phach phach pakat pakater awaj ber hochhillo.

“Partho, tui sedin kar sander moton amar opor chore amake chudchis nijer boudi ke. Jibone ei prathom bar keu amar guud emon bhave chudche. Aaah…..aa..aaa. H…..ooooh. .oh. Oh……Partho…….jakhon tui…….korchis to bhalo……..kore……kor. Ah……..Ah………oh………..eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…….chod………chod amake…….bhalo……..kore……..chod………”

Eibar ami amar bara ta na bar kore boudir cheenra panty ta aro cheenre boudir komor theke alga kore niye phele dilam aar galar dike theke saya tao bar kore dilam. Ei bar Moly boudi ekdon nengto hoye amar bara ta nijer guud diye khachhillo. Boudi pacha ta unchu kore rakha chilo aar paa thakar janno pachar khanj ta besh khola chilo. Ami khola pachar khanjer modhey boudir golapi ronger ponder phuto ta dekhte pelam. Boudir sundor ponder phuto ta ekhe ami mone mone bhabhblam je ek din boudir ponder phutor modheye ami amar bara ta dhokabo. Boudi ke puro puri nengto korar por ami abar boudir komor dhore boudir guud amar bara ta diye chudte laglam. Boudir guuder rase amar bara aar bichee duto bhije giyechilo. Ami boudir guuder rase amar ekta angul bhijiye niye angulta boudir ponder phuto te aste kore dhukiye dilam. Pond angu dhokanor songe songe boudi ekbar kempe uthlo aar amake bollo,

“ui ma…… aah …kee korchis Partho?”

“kiuchu noye boudi, tomar sharire ei phuto ta dekhte pelam aar dekhlam je dada tomar ei phuto ta te kono din nijer bara deye nee. Tai ami bhabhlam je tomar phuto ta te ke ektu ador kore dee.” Ei bole ami amar angul ta puro puri boudir ponder phuto ta te dhukiye dilam.

“aaaaah…oooh…agh… dheere dhoka na, tor ekta phuto te mon bhorchena je anno phuto te angul dhokachhis?” Boudir obishhee ponde phuto te amar angul dhokano ta besh bhalo lagchilo. Ami edike jore jore thap mere mere boudi ke chude jachhillam. Boudi amar etokhoner choda chudi te prayee teen bar guuder rag mochon lore chukeche. Boudir guuder rase amar bichee duto bhije giyechilo. Aro praye 30-40 thaper por ami bara ta boudir guude bhetor porjonto dhukiye amar mal chere dilam. Boudir guudta amar malete eke baare bhore gelo. Boudi etokhon amar tagra barar choda kheye thoke giyechilo aar sara gaye ghame bhore giyechilo. Amar pheda gulo boudir guud theke bhalbhal kore ber hoye boudir paa duto te garachhillo. Boudi ekebare nistek hoye madure shoye porlo.

“Partho, teen mash amar guud shukno thakar pore aaj tor barar jale ekebare bhetor obdi bhije geche. Aajke amar guud puro piri tripto. Ek din ami bhool kore tor musholer moton bara ta dekhe niyechilam aar sei din theke ami tor barar janno guude chulkuni niye ghurchee. Jadi ami aage jantam je tor bara ta khara hoye praye 10” lamba hoye gaye to ami kato aage tor barar diye ami amar guud chudiye nitam.”

“Eta hole boudi tumi amake aage bolo ni keno? Tumi to anek aage theke jante je ami tomar guude bara dhokabar janno tarpachee. Tumi to meyechelem, aar meyechelera ei sab katha anek bhalo kore bujhte pare.”

“kintu Partho amar sona, ami meyechele hoye kemon kore toke boltam je amar guud ta chude de. Aage egobar kaj to purush manusher, ki na? Tar opor ami tor boudi hochhee ami ki bolte pari je Partho tor bara ta amar guude dhukiye amar guud ta mere de?”

“theek ache boudi, eibar theke ami roz tomar guud chude debo.”

“Ami abar kobe mana korechee amar guud marte? Tui ei ekhon ek amar guud chude diyechis, aar tor samne amar kono lajja neyi. Eto mota bara khoob meyechelera bhaggo kore payee. Jato din na tor biye hochhe, ami tor bara tar kheyal rakhbo. Tor bara ta jate mota aar taza hoye thake, ami etake roz malish kore debo. Ebar amake jete de amar sona, tui amar guuder barota bajiye diyechis. Amar mone hoye tor chodon khabar ami bhalo kore cholte parbo na.” Boudi er por nengto obostha te uthe nijer ghore chole gelo. Jabar somey ami dekhlam je boudir charono pacha duto khoob dulche aar ami nujhte parlam je boudi guude diye amar bara gile khoob khushi hoyeche. Ami boudir pond dolani ekhe abar mone mone theek korlam je ek din na ek din ami boudir ponde amar bara ta dhokabo.

Porer amar college body building compition chilo. Ami compititione giye khoob bhalo kore amar gaye tel lagiye body ta dekhalam aar ebaro ami compitition ta jute gelam. Body building compitition jite ami khoob khushi holam. Bari ese ami boudi ke amar trophy ta dekhalam. Trophy dekhe boudi khoob khushi holo aar amake bollo,

“wah, Partho wah. Aaj to amader khoob khushir din. Aajke ami khoob bhalo bhalo ranna korbo. Bol Partho, tui ki khabi?”

“Boudi tumi to jano je ami ki khete bhalobashi. Ami sudhu tomar preme pagol hoye achi. Tumi aaj ke amake eta diye dao” ei bole ami boudir sareer opor theke boudir guud ta chunlam.

“aare amar guud ta to tor hochhe, jakhon khushi niye na. Ami ki oke baron korechi? Aaj tui ja ja bolbi ami tai korbo.”

“Satte boudi!!!! Sattee tumi khoob bhalo boudi.” Ei bole ami boudi amar du hater moddhe joriye nilam aar boudir ras bhorti thonth duto ke chumu khete laglam. Ami amar hath duto boudir pechone dike neeche nabiye boudir mota mota gol gol pacha duto chatkate laglam aar amar jeev ta boudir mukhe moddhe bhore dilam. Jibone ei prothom ami kono meye chele ki chumu khelam. Amar chumu te boudi garom hoye gelo aar taratari saans nite laglo. Ebar ami aste kore boudir salwarer nara ta khule dilam aar salwar ta boudir du paa theke nebe neeche pore gelo. Ei dekhe boudi amake bollo,

“Partho, tui eto utola hochhis keno? Ami kothao paliye jachhee na. Age chol hath dhue khabar kheye ne. Char deki amake ekhon.” Ei bole boudi nijeke amar hather badhon theke charate chailo. Ami amar ekta hath boudir kurta tala theke dhukiye boudir panty dhaka pachate hath bolate laglam aar boudi ke bollam,

“theek achche amar sona boudi, ami tomake chere dichchee tobe amar ekta sharto mante hobe.”

“bol tor aar ki sharto ache?”

“sharto ei hochche je tumi amar samne danriye ei somaye nijer sab kapor khule dao. Pher ami khabar khabo” ami boudir thonte chumu khete khete bollam.

“Tui amake nengto korte chas keno re? Tui ki kono janme kaurav chili naki je nijer boudi ke Draupadi moton nengto korte chas?” boudi muchki hansi hense bollo. Ami boudir panty bhetore hath dhukiye boudir pacha tipte tipte bollam,

“na boudi, tumi to Pandav der Draupadi thekeo beshi sundor aar amai aaj obdi amar sona bodi ke chokh bhore nengto dekhini.”

“mitheye katha bola to keu tor kach theke sikhbe. Kal tui amar songe ki korechili? Baap re! Kal amar opor sei din kar sander moton chore amar panty cheenre nijer musholer moton bara ta amar guude dhukiye amar guud ta phata li aar aaj ke abar sab bhule geli?”

“Ami kemon kore bhulte pari je ami kal tomake chudechee? Eibar khule dao na keno, please?” Ei bole ami boudir kurta ta duhate dhore opore tule dilam. Ei bar boudir parone khali bra aar choto panty chilo..

“Theek ache, ami tor sarto ta mene nilam. Kintu tokeo amar moton nengto hote hobe.” Ei bole boudi amar T-shirter botam gulo khulte shuru kore dilo aar amar T-shirt ta khule dilo. Er pore boudi amar pant ta khule dilo. Ei bar amar bara ta amar underwearer bhetore lafa lafi shuru kore dilo. Amar mone hochhillo je bara ta amar underwear ta cheenre phele debe. Bhabhi mere loude ko underwear ke upar se sahalaate hue boli,

“Partho, tor ei mahaashay keno rege ache?”

“Boudi, amar eta kore ni, tomake samman dite khara hobar chesta korche.”

“Satte? Khoob bujhdar tar inee?” Ei bole boudi amar underwear ta khule dilo aar songe songe amar 10” lamba barata khara hoye gelo. Amar khara bara ta dekhe boudir mukh theke baap re! Seeeeeeeeee seeeeeeee awaj beriye elo. Boudi amar bara ta hathe niye khoob ador kore tar opor hath bolate laglo. Amio boudir braer hoock ta khule diye boudir mayee duto khule nilam aar mayeer duto bonta gulo ke eker por ekta chuste shuru kore dilam. Mayee chuste chuste ami boudir panty ta khule phele dilam. Farsha farsha uru dutor majh khane boudir bal bhortee guud ta dekhye khoob sundor lagchilo.

“Partho, eibar to ami tor sharto mene niye chee? Eibar amake chere de, amake khabar banate hobe.” Ei bole boudi nengto obostha te ranna ghore dike chole gelo. Ooph! Kee dekhchee mairee!!!! Farsha ronger sharir, ghono pacha obdi latkano chool, patla komor, komorer tolaye bhari bhari aar charano pacha duto. Sundor dekhe duto masreen uru aar uru modheye bal bhorti phola phola ras bhortee guud. Boudi hantar somey boudir mayee duto khoob dulchilo ja dekhe je kono purush manusher bara khara hoye jabe. Boudi rannaghore giye ranna korte laglo. Amio rannaghore giye boudir pachar songe chipke danriye porlam. Amar 10” lamba bara ta boudir dui pachar khanje atkabar janno dulte laglo. Ami pechon hath duto bariye boudir duto mayee dhore chatkate laglam.

“Char, char amake. Amake khabar banate de eibar.” Boudi michi michi rag kore amake bollo aar nijer komor noriye pachata amar dike, mane pechon dike, emon bhabhe thele dilo je amar bara ta boudir duto pachar khanje giye bhalo bhabhe atke gelo aar barar mundee ta giye guude chunte laglo. Boudir guud ta rase eto bheja chilo je amar barar mundee ta bhije gelo. Er pore boudi neech theke kichu othabar janno neeche jhunklo aar ami dekhte pelam je boudir dui pachar majh khan theke boudir rase bheja phola phola guuder phuto ta unkee marche. Ami jhat kore amar barar mundee ta boudir guuder phutor mukhe rekhe ekta jor diye jhatka marlam. Songe songe amar bara ta boudir guuder modhe praye 3” obdi dhuke gelo.

“aaaa…….hh. Partho, tui ki korchis ta kee? Tor to dekhchi je ek minutero sobur neyee. Bar kore ne amar guud theke tor bara ta.” Boudi amake mukhe jai boluk na keno, kintu uthbar janno ektuo chesta korlo na. Ami boudir komor sakto kore dhore amar bara ta boudir guud theke ektu bar kore ekta gayer jore thap marlam aar amar bara ta praye 8” moton boudir guude dhuke gelo.

“aa…aa..aa…aa. .aa ..oooooh maa..aaaa..more gelam, chere de amake. Aage khabar kheye ne tarpor ja korbar korisj.” Boudi aste kore uthe danralo, kintu amar bara ta ekono boudir guude dhokano chilo. Ami pechon theke hath bariye boudir mayee duto dhore nilam.

“Boudi tumi khabar banao na keno, tomake ke rukhche?” Er por boudi amar bara ta guude niye khabar banate laglo aar amio boudir pechon theke guude bara dhukiye rekhe boudir peeth aar pacah te hath bulote laglam.

Khanik pore boudi nijer pachata pechon dike thele diye amake bollo, “chal Partho, khabar toyeree hoye geche. Eibar amar guud theke nijer mushol ta bar kore ne.” Ami boudir duto pacha dhore char-paanch ta thap aro lagalam aar tar por amar bara ta boudir guud theke bar kore nilam. Amar puro bar ta boudir guuder rase makha makhi hoye giye chilo. Boudi khabar table khabar bere dilo aar ami chair tene khabar thalar samne bose gelam.

“eso boudi, aaj tumi amar kole bose kheye nao.”

“hai bhagawan, tor kole jaiga kothaye? Tor kole to ekta lamba dekhe talowar beriye ache.” Boudi amar khara bara tar dike takiye hanste hanste bollo.

“boudi tomar kache to ei talowarer khap ache.” Ei bole ami boudir hath dhore nijer kole tene nilam. Boudir guud ta rase jab jabe bhije chilo aar amar bara tao boudit guuder rase bhije chilo. Jei boudi amar kole boslo songe songe amar khara bara ta boudir guud ta du phank kore cheere boudir guude puro ta dhuke gelo.

“aaaaa…..aaaahhhhh. .oooohh …..aaah .. Tui bhison ashobhoo. Ekdom janglee hochhis. 10” lamba bara ta amar guude par par kore dhukiye dilii, tao abar ekbare. Emni kore keu nijer boudi guud chode?”

“Boudi ami sorry. Chalo eibar amra khabar ta kheye nee.” Ami aar boudi omni kore bose bose khabar kheye nilam. Khabar sesh hole jakhon boudi entoo bason gulo tule niye danrala takhon amar bara ta pachat awaj kore boudir guud theke beriye elo. Bason gulo rekhe aar hath dhuye boudi amar kache elo aar bollo,

“haan, eibar bol tor ichche ta kee?”

“Boudi tumi to jano, je amar ichcha to shudhu tomake neeche phele tomar guude amar bara ta dhukiye tomake ulte palte choda.”

“ta tyi eto khon ki korchilee?”

“eta to khali cinemar trailor chilo. Asol cinema to ekhon shuru hobe.” Ei bole ami amar nengto Moly boudi ke duhathe dhore joriye chumu khelam aar nijer kole tule nilam. Ami danriye chilam, amar bara ta lak lak kore khara hoye boudir du payer majh khane chilo aar boudi amar kole uthe amake du pa diye jariye dhore chilo. Boudir rase bheja guud ta amar peter songe chipke chilo aar guuder rase amar pet ta bhije jachhillo. Ami danriye danriye boudi ke ektu neeche korlam aar amar khara barar muundi ta boudir guuder mukhe lege gelo. Ami songe songe nijer komor ta ektu kheliye bara ta boudir guude dhukiye dilam. Boudi amake du hathe bhalo kore joriye dhorlo aar ami boudi oi obosthate kole kore boudir shobar ghore niye gelam aar boudi ke aste kore bichanate shoye dilam. Boudir du payer majhe bose ami boudir duto paa aro chariye dilam aar amar barar muundee ta abar theke boudir guuder phutor mukhe rakhlam. Eibar Moly boudi aar thakte parlo na aar amake bollo,

“Partho, aar amake chudte deri korish na. Ami aar thakte parchee na. Taratari dhoka tor bara ta amar guude aar amake chude de. Dekh na tor bara gelbar janno amar guud rase har har korche aar guuder phuto ta tor barar chonate khap khap korche. Aye amar sona, amake eibar bhalo kore chude de. Aaj amar guud chude chude amar guud ta phatiye de.” Moly boudir katha sune ami ekta bajkhain thap marlam aar amar addek bara ta boudir guude par par kore dhuke gelo.

“Aaaaaaaa………….aaaaaiiii…….ahhhh…agh…mere phelli amake……maa…. Ah. Amar guud ta phete jabe eibare.…aah.. Iss…issss….ooooh… . Aaaaah… haan eibar amake bhalo kore chod amar sona, amar manik, amar guuder raja. Tor bara ta kato mota, mone hocche je amar guude keu mota bansh dhukiye diyeche. Bara gelate eto such ami kakhono payenee. Aa…aaaaah.” Boudi choda khete khete eto garam hoye giyechilo je khali ulto palta katha bole gachhillo, theek mone hocchhhill je ami Moly boudi ke chudchina barang kono bazarer magi ke chudchi. Ami amar bara ta ektu bar kore abar jor diye ekta jhatka marlam aar amar gota bara ta boudir guude dhas kore dhuke gelo. Ei bar ami choto choto aar aste aste thape boudi ke chudte lagla. Amar thaper songe songe amar bichee gulo boudir pacahte lagchilo. Ami du hate bouir sundor aar chunchlo mayee duto hathe niye chatlate chatlate boudi ke chudte laglam. Boudi neech theke amake char hathe paye joriye amar thaper songe songe pond tola dite laglo. Khanik khon amar choda khabar por boudir sara sharir ghame neye gelo aar boudir du bar nijer jal khasalo. Boudir guud amar bara kheye phach….. Phach…. Phach…pakat pakat kore awaj bar kor chilo aar sei awaj ta khoob bhalo kore sona jachhillo. Boudir guud theke etto ras berrochhillo je amar tal pet aar amar duto bichee bhije giyechhillo. Ami boudir mayee te chumu khete bollam,

“Boudi amar bara diye chudiye aram pacchho? Jadi kastho hochhe to bolo amai amar bara ta tomar guud theke bar kore nee.”

“Chup kar, badmash chele! Khabardaar jodi guud theke bara ta bar korechish. Eibar theke ami sab someye tor ei bara ta amar guude bhore rakhbo.”

“boudi, tumi kakhono dadar bara ta chusecho?”

“Naa re, toke aage bollam na je tor dada rate khali amar theng duto tule amar guud bara dhukiye chudte jane. Tor moton eto chodon kala kakhono sekhenee.”

“Kintu tumi ki chao na je kono purush manushe bara hathe kore dhore choso?”

“Kon meyechele chai be na kono purush manusher bara hathe kore dhore chuste? Aar meyera eo cahi je chelera meyeder guude mukh lagiye guud ta chatuk aar chushuk.”

“Boudi, amio tomar guude chumu khete aar guud ta ke chete chete farsha kore dite ichche kore.” Ei bole ami boudir guud theke amar bara ta bar kore niye madurer opor chit hoye shoye porlam aar boudi ke bollam,

“Boudi, ei bar tumi amar opor chore eso aar amake tomar sundor rase bheja cham chamer moton guuder swad chakhte dao.” Ami boudi ke amar opor tene nilam. Moly boudi amar payer dike matha kore amar opor chore elo aar amar opor shoye porlo. Boudi shoye shoye nijer duto paa amar mathar du dike kore nilo aar boudir guud ta amar mukher opor ese gelo. Ami boudir bhari bhari pacha dhore boudir guud ta amar mukher samne niye elam. Ei abr rastar kukurer moto jeebh bar kore boudir guud chata shuru kore dilam. Amar guud chata te boudir mukh theke ahhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh seeeeeeee aeeeeeeee awaj berute laglo. Boudir guuder aar guuder raser mistee ashnte ashnte gandho te ami pagol gete laglam. Guud theke eto eas beruchhillo je amar puro mukhe ras makha makhee hoye gelo. Boudi amar opo upur hoye shoye chilo aar tate boudir chokher samne amar lakalake bara ta chilo. Boudi ei bar amar bara ta aste kore dhore tar mundee ta khulte aar bando korte laglo aar khanik pore barar mundee ta chata shuru kore dio. Aar bara ta te boudir guuder ras aage theke laga chillo aar amar chosar songe songe boudi nijer guuder raser swad aar amar barar raser swad pachhillo. Boudi amar bara ta ke niye kee korbe bhebe pachhillo na. Kakhono bara take chat chilo kakhono bara ta ke naker kache ene sunkchillo aar abar kakhono bara ta nijer gale chokher opor ragra chillo. Khaink pore boudi amar bara ta ke mukhe pure chudte shuru kore dilo. Amar 4 ½” mota bara ta boudir mukhe puro puri dhuk chilona. Besh khanik khon bara chosar por boudi amar bara ta chere uthe boslo. Tar amar mathar dike mukh kore bara ta ke nijer hathe dhore guude set korlo aar ekta thap mere bara ta guude chalan kore dilo. Bara ta guud chalan kore boudi amar opor bose porlo. Guud ta eto bheja chilo je amar bara ta aram se boudir guude puro ta dhuke gelo. Bara ta guude dhokaba par boudi amar opor jhunke amake chumu khete laglo aar nijer bhari bhari pacha tule amake zore zore chudte laglo. Ami neeche shoye boudir jhulonto mayee duto hathe niye tipte laglam aar chuste laglam. Paanch minute pore boudi thoke giye amar opor shoye porlo aar amake bollo,

“Partho, tui manush na anno kichu? Kakhon tui amake chudchish athocho tor ekhuno mal berulo na. Tor songe guud chudiye ami etkhone teen bar guud jal khosiye chee.”

“Amar sona boudi, amar guud chodani boudi, tomar guud ke amar bara ta eto bhalo bashe je jato khon na tomar guuder khide teshta mite jabe tato khon amar bara mal dhalbe na. Aar tumi amake janowar bolecho, theek ache ami tomake ekhon ekta janowarer moto kore chudbo.” 3

“Hai bhagowan, kal tui amar opor saanrer moton chore amake chudlee aar ekhon abar ki rakom kore chudbee?”

“Kal tomake goru baniye ekta saanrer moton kore chudechilam, aar aaj tomake ekta kuttee moton kore kukurer moton chudbo.”

“Theek ache, tor jemon khushi amake chod amar guuder raja, guuder manik amar. Nijer boudi ke goru baniye, kuttee baniye jemon khushi tui chod. Kintu ekhon amake ek bar bathroome jete hobe.” Eto khon amar barar ram gadon khete khete boudir pechhab peye giyechilo. Boudi uthe bathroome dhuklo kintu bathroomer darza ta khola chere dilo. Etokhon amar songe choda chudi korar por boudir amar kache kono lajja sharam chilo na. Bathroom theke psssssss……… awaz aste shuru kore dilo. Ami bujhte parlam je boudi bathroome te mota shuru kore diyeche. Noudir motar awaj sune ami boudi ke chudbar janno atur hoye gelam. Boudi bathroom theke beriye eshe char hathe paye kuttee hoye amar dike takiye muchki hansi hense bollo,

“aye amar chodon raja, tor kuttee tor kach theke guud chodabar janno toyeree.” Boudi nijer pacha ta opore kore mayee duto balisher songe chipke rekhe chilo. Boudir pachar khanjer majh khan theke guud ta unkee marchilo aar ta dekhe amar bara tatiye uthlo. Ami boudir pechone bose jeev ta bar kore ekta kukurer moton boudir guud ta chata shuru kore dilam.

“aaah…. Oooooh .. Hatobhaga, ki korchis? Tui to sattee satteeekta kukur hoye gechis aar amar guud ta chatchish.”

“Choot maranu boudi, tumi jodi ekta kuttee hote paro to ami kutta hote pari. Ek ta kuttee ke to khali kutta chode.” Ei bole ami abar boudir guud ta peechon theke chata shuru kore dilam. Amar mukhe ektu nonta nonta swad aschilo. Ami bujhte parlam je boudi motar por nijer guud ta bhalo kore dhoe nee. Ami jato amar jeebh dhukiye boudir guud chatchilam tato amar nak ta boudir ponde giye dhukchilo. Eibare ami boudir duto pachar dabna gulo hath diye ektu choriye dilam. Pachar dabna gulo khule dite boudir ponder golapi phuto ta dekhte pelam aar amar ponder golapi phuto ta dekhte khoob bhalo lagchilo. Ami amar jeebh ta guud theke bar kore boudir ponder golapi putote lagiye dilam aar aste aste ponder phuto ta ke chata shuru kore dilam. Ponder phuto chat te chat te ek du bar jeebh ta chunchlo kore ponder phutor bhetore chaliye dilam.

“aaaaa…h …aaaaa ooooooh Partho, bhison bhalo lagche.” Ami anek khon dhore boudir guud aar ponder phuto ta chete chete farsha kore dilam. Eibar ami boudi ke kukurer moton chodbar janno prastut holam. Ami uthe amar barar lal tak take mundee ta guuder phutor opor rakhlam aar boudir komor dhore ekta jordar thap marlam. Jehetu boudir guud ta rase har har korchilo aar sakal theke chudabr janno ektu dhile hoye giyecilo tai amar ekta thape tei puro 10” bara ta boudir guude dhuke gelo. Eibar zor zor thap mere mere boudi ke chudte laglam. Ras bheja har hare guude bara ta khelte khelte phachh….phach…. Phach….phach .. Pakat………pakat madhur awaj puro ghore bhore gelo.

“Boudi, amar sona, amake diye guud mariye aram pachho?”

“oohh…aaaah bhison aram hochhe re hatabhaga, amar guuder raja. Aaaah…. Haan……haan, phatiye ….amar guudta…….aajke…….tor……..barar……..guto…….mere……..mere. Amake aaj guud marte marte mere phel … oui maa….. Ami more jete chaee.”

“boudi amar prize kobe debe?”

“…aaah….. Oooh…. Jakhon ichche niye ne. Oooh bol …aaah … kee chai tor?”

“boudi, ami tomar ponder phuto te amar bara dhokate chaeeeee. Ami tomar ei sundor ta marte chaeeeee.”

“naaaa…….baba naaaa. Tor oi musholer moton bara ta ami amar ponde nite parbo na. Tor bara ta amar pond phatiye debe, rakta raktee hoye habe. Na baba na. Tui anno kich cha sona amar.”

“Boudi, amar sona boudi, mar rani, tumi jobe theke dada ke biye ei bari te esecho tobe theke tomar pond dekhe dekhe amar bara ta sur sur korche. Ek bar to amake amar bara ta tomr sundor ponder phutote dhokate dao, please.”

“tui bhari ziddi hochhish. Theek ache jodi tor amar ponder phuto ta eto bhalo lage to tui amar pond tao mere ne. Kintu sona amar khoob aste aste pond nijer bara ta dhokabi. Tor bara ta besh mota.”

“haan boudi, ami khoob khoob aste aste amar bara ta tomar ponde dhokabo. Dekhbe tomar ekdom lagbe na.” Ami bichana theke uthe taratari vaseliner shisi ta niye elam aar boudir pechone bose boudir pacha duto phank kore niye khanikta vaseline amar bara opor lagiye nokam aar angule kore khanikta boudir ponder phuto te lagiye dilam. Vaseline lagabar por ami amar bara ta boudir ponder phuto tar opor rekhe aste kore chap dikam. Boudi ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh kore uthlo. Ami abar ektu jore chap dilam aar amar barar mundee ta aste kore boudir ponder putote dhuke gelo. Amar mundee ta ponder phuto te dhokar janno boudir ponder phutota besh choriye giyechilo.

“aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiii iiiiii…………….Aaaaaahhhaa… oui maaaaaaaa………. More gelam Partho. Bar kore ne tor bara ta amar ponde theke. Amake chere de re Partho ami aar tor bara ta amar ponder bhetor nite parbo na. Bar kor, bar kor haramzada, bhishon lagche. Ahhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh Partho aajke tui amar pondta phatiye dili” boudi bhison jore jore bolte laglo. Kichkhon pore jakhon boudir ponder baitha ta kome gelo takhon ami abar ektu chap dilam aar amar bara ta boudir ponde praye 3” moton dhuke gelo. Baithar chote boudir sara gaye gham beriye elo. Ami aro khanik somaye chup kore theke boudir mayee aar pacha te hath bolate thaklam. Tar por ami boudir komor ta dhore abar ektu chap marlam aar amar bara ta praye 5” moton boudir ponde dhukiye dilam.

“aaaaah …… oooooh…….aaaaaah…..isssss aar koto ta baki ache Partho? Amar pond ta aaj pherte jabe re hatobhaga.”

“bas amar sona bodi aar ektu baki ache dhokabar janno.” Ei bole ami ekta jordar jhatka marlam aar praye 9” moton bara ta boudir ponder gatto te dhukiye dilam.

“aaaaaaaaa………..aaaaaaaaaaaaaa… .ouiiiiiiiiiiiii… ..chere de re amake shala janowar kothakar. Aaaaaaaaaaaa a……………. Amake aar toke diye pond mara te neyee. Daya kor amar opor Amar Partho sona. Ami tor kache hath jurchee, bar kore ne eibar. Ami aar sajjho korte parchi na. Oui maaaa…….Aaaahhh.” Boudir kanna kati shune ami boudir ponder gatto te amar bara te dhukiye rekhe chup chap bose royilam. Kichukhon por jakhon boudir ponder baitha komlo takhon ami aste aste amar bara ta boudir ponder modheye dhokate aar bar korte laglam. Eto khone boudir ponder baitha enek kome giyechilo. Maine ab poora lund baahar nikaal kar jar tak pelna shuru kiya.Maine dekha ki bhabhi bhi ab apne chootar peeche uchka kar mera lund apni gaand mein le rahi thi.

“Boudi kemon khachho ponde diye amar choda? Bhalo lagche to amar bara ta pond diye gilte?” ami hath bariye boudr mayee duto kachlate kachlate jogesh korlam.

“aaahh…… ab khoob bhalo lagche sona amar. Mone hochhe je ami phulsojjar rate prothom bar guud chodachee. Haan, eibare aro jore jore ponde thap mar amar raja. Chod chod nijer boudir ponde bara diye bhalo kore thap mere mere boudir pondta bhalo kore maar. Amar sona. Khoob bhalo lagche.” Eibar amio amar bara ta puro bar kore ene abar ek jhatka mere puro ta jar obdi boudir ponde chalan korte lglam. Dhere dhere ami thaper speed barate laglam aar boudi komor nariye nariye onk…..onk kore kore pond diye amar bara ta gilte thaklo.

“aaah….. Oooh aaa……hh….oooooooh …aaaiiiiii, khoob bhalo lagche sona amar. Phatiye de tor boudir ponder phuto ta aaj tor barar thaper jore. Aaah….. Pechon theke aaj theke ami tor bou hoye gelam re raja….aaaaa……aaaaa…Phulsojjer rate tor dada amar kumari kachi giuud chilo aar aaj tui amar kumari pond chudchish. Ohhhhh maa…..aaaa….chod sona amar chod amar pond ta bhalo chude de. Tor jato khushi tato chod tor boudir pond.” Amar thaper speed khoob bariye dilam. Amar thaper chote boudi mukh diye onk……onk awaj ber korchilo aar ponder phuto diye holde holde ras ber hochhillo. Boudir pond marte marte amio gheme neye gelam. Amar anek diner sapno aaj puro hochhillo. Sei kobe theke ami sapno dekhtam je boudir khandani ponde ami amar bara dhukiye chudchee aar aaj sei boudir ponder phutor bhetore amar bara ta jar obdi pora chilo. Ami mukh ghuriye dewale tangani ghorir dike takalam aar dekhlam je praye ek ghonta dhore ami boudir pond chudchee. Eibar amar barar mal dhalbar someye hoye esche. Ami aro 15-20 ta ram thap mere boudir ponde amar bara ta uro jar obdi dhukiye boudir peether opor shoye porlam aar amar bara theke pheda gulo boudir ponder bhetore chere dilam. Boudir ponder phuto theke amar dhala pheda gulo chuye chuye brote laglo aar segulo boudir guuder phuto aar uru duto bhejate laglo. Ami amar bara ta boudir ponder bhetor theke tene bar kore nilam. Boudi uthe amar bara ta dhore nijer mukhe dhukiye nilo aar bara ta ke chuste shuru kore dilo. Boudi jeebh diye amar bara ta aar amar bichee gulo bhalo kore poroshikar kore dilo. Parishakar hobar por ami dekhlam je amar bara mundee ta aar boudir ponder phuto ta besh lal lal hoye geche.

Ami boudir mayee duto tpe jigesh korlam, “boudi tomar ponde baitha to korchena?”

“Hai amar raja. Tor 10” musholer moton bara ta amar ponde dhukiye amar pond chudli aar ekhon jigesh korchis je amar ponde baitha to korchena? Amar mone hochhe je ami ek mash obdi bhalo kore cholte parbo na.”

“Tar mane tomar pond chodate bhalo lage ni aar tumi maza pai nee?”

“Tui ki bolchis kee? Ei rakon guud aar pond chudiye kon meye cheleder abar bhalo lagbe na? Kintu tor sab ichche puro hoyeche to?” boudi amar bara te aste aste hath bolate bolate bollo.

“Haan amar guud chodani boudi. Pond marani boudi, tomar oi bhari bnari pachar duluni dekhe dekhe amar sei kobe theke ichiche chilo je tomar ponder phuto te ek din na ek din ami amar bara fjokabo. Tomar ponder duluni dekhe dekhe kato din amar bara khara hoye giyeche aar tomar ponder bhetor dhukbar janno matha khunreche. Aaj ke ami puro puri tripto.”

“Satte!!!! Ami aage jantam je amar pachar duluni te tor ei obostha hochhe. Ami bhison khushi je tor anek diner sakh ta puro hoyeche. Eibar to tui ekbar amar pond chude niyechis. Eibar theke jakhon ichche hobe amake bolish, ami kakhono mana korbo na. Amar guud aar ponder phuto sab samaye tor janno khola thakbe. Egulo aaj theke tor name kore dilam.”

“Tumi koto bhalo boudi. Satte tomar jawab neyee. Dekhbe eibar theke tomar pachae sundrota aro bere jabe. Pacha duto aro gol hoye gabe aar cholte gele aro dulbe. Rasta diye hente gele rasyar lok gulo haan kore tomake aar tomar pacha gulo ke dekhbe. Tamar pachar duluni dekhe rastar loker bara gulo khara hoye gabe.”

“Naa baa. Amar kono loker bara khara korbar darker neyee. Tor bara ta khara hoye thak bas amar aar kichu chai na. Ekhuno amar ponder phuto ta mone hochhe jeno [hete jabe. Ponde khoob jala korche.”

“Boudi tomake ekta katha jigesh koree? Dada tomake kon kon asone chode?”

“Are ami to aagei bolechi je tor dada ekdon anari hochhe. Tor dada jane khali amar sari saya uthiye amar paa duto tule dhora aar amar du payer majh khane bose amar guud choda. Kakhono kakhono to tor dada amake puro puri nengto obdi kore na. Bas sari saya uthalo aar choda shuru kore dilo aar praye 15-20 thaper por mal bar kore pash phire shoye porlo.”

“Tomar puro puri nengto hoye guud narrate bujhi bhalo lage?”

“Haan amar guuder poka, amar raja. Kon meyecheler nengto hoye guud chodate bhalo lage na? Aar purush manushdero to meyechele ke puro nengto kore chudte beshi bhalo lage. Tui bol to eibar je tor kon kon asone guud chudte bhalo lage?”

“Boudi, tomar moton sundor aar sexy meyechele ke je kono asone chudte bhalo lagbe. Kintu sabar theke bhalo lagbe tomake goru ba kuttee baniye tomar mota mota bhari bhari pacha duto khule saanrer moton tomar opor chore chudte. Pechon theke chudte tomar phola phola rase bheja guud aar golapi ronger ponder phuto fto ek songe dekha jaye aar duto phuto te aram se bara dhukiye tomar guud aar pond choda jaye.”

“Achha dekchi je tui amake kal theke chude chude besh chodon baj hoye gechis”

“Boudi ami jodi ei du dine ekta chodon baj hoye giye thaki to tar janno tomake dhonnobad dite hobe. Tumi amake choda chudir rasta dekhiye diyecho.”

“Chup kr haramjada, tor ja mukhe ase tui tai bole disj. Ami toke kothaye chudte shekhalam? Tui to kal amar panty cheenre phele amar opor saanrer moton chore chudli.” Ei bole boudi bichana theke uthe pacha dolate dolate bathroome dike chole gelo.

Bathroom theke khanik khon por boudi beriye eshe amake bollo,

“ja anek choda chudi hole. Eibar giye chan kore ne aar khabar ta kheye ne. Eto choda chudir por sharir dhile hoye giye thakbe.”

“Boudi, sharirer to byapar ami jani na, tobe amar bara kintu ekuno dhile hoye nee. Ei dekho” ei bole ami amar adha khara hoya bara ta boudir dike kore dilam.

Boudi amar bara ta ke ek du hathe kore niye ador korlo aar bollo, “ja re baba. Ekhon uthe chan kore ne aar khabar ta kheye ne. Tar por amar ghore shoye khanik ta ghumiye ne. Dekhbi sharir ta jhar jhare hoye jabe.”

Ami boudir khola mayee gulo tipte tipte bollam, “tomar songe shoye ki ghum asbe? Takhon to abar tomake chudte ichche hobe.”

“na, baba aar ekhon noye. Amar guud aar pond tor bara kheye kheye bhishon jala korche. Ekhon aar kono choda chudi noye. Abar kal dekha jabe.”

Ami uthe chan korte chole gelam ar chan kore nengto hoye beriye eshe boudir songe ek thala te bhat kheye nilam. Bhat khabar por amar bhishon ghum pete laglo aar ami boudir ghore giye shoye porlam. Jakhon ghum bhanglo dekhi je sondheye geche aar boudi ghorer kapor chopor guchoche. Ami uth cha khelam ar rktu ghurte gelam. Bari pherar somay ami dokan theke kichu mishtee aar duto blue filmer CD niye phirlam. Sei raate shobar somaye ami boudir guud du bar chudlam.

Tar por theke ami aar boudi barite nengto thakte laglam. Baire berubar somaye ami aar boudi kapor portam. Nengto thaka te ami dine teen ki char bar boudir guud ba pond chudtam. Ei kore amader din kete laglo. Ek din dadar phone elo je se kal sakale phire asche. Khabor ta peye ami aar boudi khoob mon mora hoye gelam. Kintu kichu korar neye. Phire ese dada teen char din boudi ke khoob chudlo. Kintu tar por abar sei aager routine, gore du ki teen bar chudte laglo boudi ke. Boudir guuder aar ponder khide testa metabar jimma amar 10” laklake bara opor chole elo. Boudi amar kach theke regular sakal bela aar duphur bela guude aar ponde amar barar choda kheto aar dadar ichche hole boudi ke raate chudto.

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This is Pravin back. My first post was regard a small but interesting and rousing session I had with a lady on train between Hyderabad and Vijayawada. As I mentioned in the last post, we did meet post the train session after a day. Thought I would share the experience with all.

I don’t think I mentioned that I had left my phone number with Rani before we parted in the bathroom. The place I found for that was that too in her panties (now it sounds funny, but then I felt that it would be the best place, of course she knew about it and did not object. Fine I don’t need to mention the anxious next 24 – 36 hours I spent prepared for the worst ( she would not call ) hoping for the best ( she would call ). No call for the first day…, I had almost lost hope when the following day around 10 in the morning I got a call from a local number at Vijayawada. Not to mention it was a lady at the other end of the line. It struck right away as to whom it was…, imagine my situation is at office and I get a call that gets my blood pressure racing and my dick raising… it was very exciting.

She still told me where we had met and then did not say anything for a few minutes, probably waiting for me to pop up the question of the day. Fine I asked when we could meet, she said I have to say and all my body and mind was saying that I should say right away, but realizing that I had to make some adjustments I said we could meet in about an hour it would be around 12 noon for us to meet. I told her a location to meet, since we had seen each other we were not worried about how to recognize each other.

I used that time to go home pack a small bag with clothes, I was not taking risks, and if we were to act like husband wife in a hotel then I had to make it look like that too. I was a forced bachelor at that time but I was not ready to get anyone home, that too in an apartment block.

I had a car, I met her at the main bus stand and we drove around in the car, I was nervous and excited, I can’t say about her, she was very quiet. Finally I gathered courage and asked her how much time she had, she said till the next 8 hrs she could be out of home. Being my first time I was scared of going to the hotel and asking for a booking, now I find that very silly. Finally the feeling between the legs forced me to make the move and I drove to a hotel and we checked in, the bag in my hand did make play its part. Fine we got to the room, shit the state I was in at that time is difficult to explain. 10 minutes in the room we realized that it was not worth wasting time and we both were real horny. We did not waste time in preliminaries we went at each other kissing, smooching and fell on the bed. Took just the time to raise her sari and pull her panties and remove my pants and undies I was in her imagine we barely spoke till then, it was a good passion full session for the next 15minutes, the first fuck session came to a close. We lay on the bed for sometime did some talking for the next few minutes. We did not bother to tell our names or family details.

She was lying on her stomach; I did not disturb her for next 10 minutes then slowly started playing with her back with my fingers tickling her in places, slow kisses on her back, slowly unhooking her jacket. All the while kissing her back slowly my hands roaming all over her. Unhooked her bra, and slowly started tounging her back I played with her neck, biting her ears, she kept making noises like ah aaah and ummm…., slowly undid her sari from her waist and got rid of it. Kept licking her things kissing them. Her reaction slowly changed and she got more active. She turned on to her back and let her frontal in anticipation, I did not need more invitation. There were great two globes waiting for my touch and mouth, wow it was great, she had a great figure and I went to the tits like mad, kept playing for almost half an hour with her tits, kissing, licking, biting wow it was great. I could see that she really loosened up and was getting a bit raunchy saying words in Telugu. I went down from her tits my hands at them by my mouth moving down, kissing her stomach, played with her navel and then onto her thighs. She raised her legs and surrounded my face, inviting me to her heaven, wow there it was ready, wet and waiting for whatever I would throw at it, as I started liking her, and she admitted that she had not been mouthed till date. So I was not surprised at her reaction shy initially then slowly spread her legs wide and requesting me to lick hard. Hmmm…, yummy it was great, she started raising her hips whenever I teased her by lifting my mouth of her heaven. She was not ready to let me remove my mouth and tongue, she got demanding and I obliged, it was great mouthing experience…. I just kept licking her for almost an hour non-stop; she would not allow me even If I wanted to. I was really enjoying the reaction she was giving me. She came and how she came, the noise she made was wow.

It was almost 4 in the evening by then, I was worried that she had to go and mentioned it to her. I was really surprised that she said that she was not yet over and would prefer to spend her night at the hotel with me and continue what we were doing. I went to the bathroom for a leak, by the time I came back she said that she had called home and told that she would be back the next morning, I don’t know what she told at home, not that I was bothered, I was having a life time experience and was not ready to give up so soon.

We screwed the rest of the day and night; we must have slept for about 2hrs over all the whole day. It was sex, raunchy all the way. One experience I will not forget my life, we parted the next day and did not meet again. Both of us being married did not want to risk our personal lives, it was an experience to be remembered and cherished, I am sure both of us will not forget it lifelong.

I am reachable at [email protected].

After completing my graduation in Mumbai, I decided to take a year off before pursuing my masters. In the meanwhile I decided to work in the BPO industry as a call center executive. It had a dual benefit for me – I could get some work exposure as well as earn some quick bucks to pay for my future education. After trying at a few places, I finally landed up a job at an MNC call center albeit on one condition – The call center didn’t have its own cab service so I had to move to Gurgaon. I didn’t want to miss this opportunity so I graciously accepted the offer. After the interview was over, I was waiting outside in the lobby area for the offer letter when a beautiful girl in her mid 20s, dressed in a business suit walked up to me & called out my name.

She had shoulder length curly brown hair & a sweet accent. She was around 5Œ6 & had a curvy figure. She was wearing a white shirt with a grey slit skirt down below. As she walked, her slit skirt was giving an eyeful of her partially exposed silky smooth thigh. The tight skirt also provided a splendid view of her beautiful firm ass which swirled from side to side in a provocative manner as she walked. Putting it all together, she was a pure treat to watch. As she introduced herself, I came to know that her name was Anu. She had also landed up a job at the call-center as a Team Leader. Compared to me, she had 2 years work experience in the BPO industry & had just switched to this company. She had rented out a 2-bedroom apartment nearby & was looking for the other occupant for the accommodation.

She asked me if I was interested & I agreed to her offer. After getting my call letter, both of us went to the apartment & after settling the nitty-gritty’s with the owner of the apartment, it was decided that we would be sharing the apartment. Things moved quickly & soon both of us moved in the apartment as tenants. We had got two sets of apartment keys. One for each of us. Although both of us were living in the same apartment, initially we hardly got to see each other. I used to work in the night-shift while she was assigned a day-shift at the office. The result was that whenever either of us was leaving for the office, the other one would be fast asleep. Although both of us had common weekends, they were even more hectic than the workdays with all the laundry & catching up with friends & family etc. Both of us however used to get together for a game or two of cards once in a while.

Anu had a few strange habits like she was used to sleeping in the nude. On a few occasions while passing in front of her room I would get a glimpse of her sleeping in the nude under the blanket with her clothes & lingerie scattered all over the place. I would often get to see her naked flesh in bits & pieces but never got to see the full picture. Moreover, inside the apartment she would often move around dressed in her skimpy lingerie pretending to be unaware of my hard-on. In the beginning the sight of her beautiful curvaceous body clad in translucent lacy lingerie would make me uncomfortable around her but I soon got used to her moving around the house dressed in skimpy clothing.

Anu was a hell of a teaser. Later on, we often used to play cards & during our gaming sessions she would make my cock literally dance to her tunes & at the same time act so innocent as if she was a 6 year old. She would often come up dressed in her translucent lingerie & the whole time I would be left to figuring out the shape of her perky nipples or her prominent camel toe. She had her own innocently provocative ways of making me hard in my pants while enjoying the game for her. I used to end up red faced when she would look me straight in the eyes after staring at my uncontrollable erections. It seemed to me as if my cock was under her complete control & she could make it stand up or sit down at her own free will. Many a times, she would put up a show for me while we were playing cards. Exposing her assets in a provocative yet subtle manner, she would gradually push me to the edge & suddenly leave the game on one pretext or the other leaving me high & dry. I would often be left alone to masturbate in the bathroom visualizing her anatomical details & would ejaculate wave after wave of my hot cum. Overall she was a gorgeous teaser exuding loads of confidence & always sporting a mischievous cunning smile on her face. She knew exactly how to use her feminine charms in order to fulfill her desires.

On a fateful day, as I reached back from office, I used my keys to open the door & entered the apartment. As I walked past her room in the hallway, I found her door partially open. She was in the habit of locking up her room while leaving for her office. As I took a surprised look inside her room, I was mesmerized by the scene in front of my eyes. Anu was seated in front of her PC with her back towards the door. She was watching a porn movie while wearing her headphones. Maybe this was the reason she didn’t hear me unlocking the main door of the apartment. One of her hands was busy stroking her 32-C boobs inside her tank-top while the other one was busy under her skirt which was curled up to her waist. She was panting heavily in a state of sexual arousal. As I moved in to take a closer look, I could see a shiny black dildo smeared in her love juices coming in & out of her snatch while her other hand was furiously stroking her partially exposed boobs. Caught in the heat of the moment I bent over her shoulder & pulled out the dildo from between her legs. She quickly turned around to see me standing there stroking my cock with one hand & holding her shiny black dildo in the other hand. I instinctively brought the wet dildo under my nose & started to smell it. It had a pleasant musky odor. My tongue started to lick her juices from the dildo. Taking my cue, she threw her headphones on the table & pulled me towards her by my cock & took it in her mouth. She was seated on the chair with her face buried in my groin while I was standing there licking her black dildo. The jiggling of her boobs while she was moving her head while giving me the perfect blowjob was increasing my erection inside her mouth. I quickly unbuttoned & dropped my shirt onto the floor followed in quick succession by my pants. I was now standing completely naked with my cock buried deep inside her mouth while she was expertly giving me the blowjob of my life!

In a short while I seated her onto the bed & parted her beautiful legs to take my place between them. I slowly pulled down her sheer black thong while stroking her silky smooth legs & buried my face between her muscular thighs. She quickly removed her tank-top & unhooked her black skirt at the waist. My tongue was playing with her swollen pink clit when she pulled me onto the bed & both of us assumed the 69 position. Her face was buried between my legs while my tongue was busy with her clit. She had shaved off her pubes leaving just a thin strip of trimmed hair on top of her pussy. I was lying on my back with my hands firmly placed on her fleshy butt-cheeks & my tongue probing deep inside her swollen pussy lips. She was on top of me on all fours sucking onto my hard cock with deep thrusts. In a short while my muscles tensed up & I shot my load inside her mouth & she gulped it all down with ease leaving my cock shiny clean & lump. She soon took it out of her mouth & started stroking it with her hands. Her efforts soon paid up & it soon stood to attention.

I gradually moved her over to my side & we carried on with our love-making in the missionary position. While my shaft was busy servicing her hole, our tongues were exploring each other mouth. As our tongues swirled inside her mouth, I could taste my own salty cum which she had just swallowed. I was continuing with my slow & deep strokes while she was moving her hips in complete sync to match my pace. We continued our grind in this fashion for about half an hour. Her fuller lips were a treat to suck. Very soon, the pressure began to build up inside my balls & in a few minutes, I exploded in another orgasm while shooting off stream after stream of my hot cum inside her wet pussy. My penile contractions finally subsided & we resumed in the doggy-style. She was on her all fours while I mounted her from behind.

We continued to grind our groins in this position for the longest duration since her pussy had turned all wet & slippery & was offering no resistance. It was also my third ejaculation in quick succession & took some time to build up. After experiencing our third & final orgasm, both of us collapsed on the bed only to wake up a few hours later. Hope u liked my story. Send in ur suggestions at [email protected].

Dear friends and readers of Indian sex stories this is my story when I was not married around a year before. I am Shefali a Marathi girl married to a Marathi Australian based businessman and enjoying life like anything. I used to stay in pune before my marriage. My husband is an awesome guy and is a business technocrat. I was working as a fashion model in pune for a private firm.

This story is a true incident which changed my life and my loving and caring husband asked me to post it here so that I am happy to help my dear friend (slave) in his hardships. It all started when I first met this guy whom I will call as slave in my entire story for the first time when I was on a photo shoot for a private firm which happened to be his friend’s fathers firm. I liked him when I first saw him. He is an engineering student and later became my slave. I was still a virgin girl then. I had lesbian relation ships but had never been with a man. Always I wondered that no one can be trusted cause in today’s world all men are just behind fucking and all the shit. I hated all that. Don’t know why but looking at my slave a typical mharashtrian guy of about 21 years I felt something very nice for him. He had innocent looks and he loved to talk in very low tone. I like this guy too much and thought him as my friend.

The day I saw him I couldn’t actually talk with him but then gradually we were good friends. I always like his company and later on came to know that he did not have any girlfriend. I assured him that he can call me his girlfriend. We met many times after that and then he was a familiar person in my house. My mom also liked him due to his simplicity and honest nature. The best feature I liked about my slave was his privacy, his nature of keeping secrets with him. I remember I had asked him not to tell his friends about our relationship but then someone (who was his best friend) saw us one day and straight way came and asked my slave that why didn’t you tell me about the girlfriend thing. My slave honestly replied that I had a promise and so did not tell you. I myself was so amazed to see this nature in these days because all people these days are just talking false and having their work done. But my slave was like that. After a long six months relationship I confessed him about my desire and fantasy. To tell you all here I had always dreamt of a guy who would be my servant slave and should work accordingly. When I confessed him about this he said that he is at my service and ready to become my slave.

Now it all started here. I was 23 then and had pretty good assets of 38 26 38. I know these were very high for a 23 year girl but then I was lucky one to have them. My slave now begins. And I go on to journey which I had only dreamt of. My slave had only one condition to have my pussy clean shaved and rest nothing. I used to ask him to lick me over my clothes for a min of 3hrs. and to tell you all my slave obediently did so without even trying to remove a button of my dress. He said that as he was my slave he would obey to my orders and so on. I remember I had asked him to lick my pussy for a long 5 hrs. which he had done with out any objection. He uses to look after me in a way I told him to do.

One day I just opened my upper two buttons of gown which I was wearing. He obeyed my orders of just kissing there on the bare part and started doing so. And this day I exposed him my complete assets and he obediently obeyed my orders. He also has an awesome lund which I had licked to my full extent and also taken in my virgin pussy to break my seal. I love my slave a lot. I told my husband about this on the very first night of our marriage and he also liked my slave a lot saying that he has never seen a person so obedient in life. I have used my slave also to help my own real married sister and also my husband’s dear friend’s wife who were not able to conceive due to their husbands impotent problems.

My slave obediently gave his seed to them. If you people are thinking I am a slut here then you are wrong. I am from a very good family and had this weird dream from many years. This story is in the memory of my slave whom I love a lot who has not till date even touched a single girl or woman other than us three because I had told him. It’s now a year after my marriage I felt very bad for him. My husband said that your slave helped you in your hardship and now you have asked him not to do anything.

I hereby request any unsatisfied women, any who want to have child, or any women who have weird desires to be fulfilled contact me for that from pune so that I can ask my slave to help you. Regarding privacy I can assure you death privacy from my slave that he will not tell anybody even if he dies and satisfaction to the fullest extent. I am very sorry for not having helping my dearest slave because I am in Australia and he is back in pune. I miss him a lot. My incidents in detailed will be in the second part of this story.

Waiting for your replies. Contact me on my id [email protected].