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Author’s Note: The series I will be narrating is a long one. It involves multiple levels of sexual pleasure. It starts with how I went from being a shy and resistant person to an exhibitionist. One thing I learned in this process is that women like it slow and with dynamic foreplay.

I have been a reader of ISS and took inspiration from stories to try them myself, which I will be narrating as I go on. All I request is a little patience.

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Hi everyone. I am Vimal, aged 29, basically from Tamil Nadu but living in Mumbai for work. I am about 5’10” and have an athletic build. I am fair, work out, and play daily.

The heroine of this story is Kavya (name changed, of course). She is from Pune and is the most beautiful girl I have met to date. Her dressing is very modern and makes any man look at her with hunger to fuck her.

She has a cute smile and could give many Tamil actresses a run for their money. She is slightly short, but she looks a lot like Shraddha Srinath. I don’t want to disclose her size, but she has a perfect body with a cute tummy.

In this series, I will tell you how I went so slow with my girl that her hunger for sex made her break all her chains and come to me.

Now, coming to the story.

Like everyone, I too got attracted to her, but I am a very shy and underconfident person when it comes to girls, so I did not allow any feelings to develop. I knew she was way out of my league, so I looked at her as just another girl and interacted with her with friendly intentions.

After knowing her for about two years, I first invited her to Mumbai during a festival, and we had a good time. We slept together in the same bed, but I maintained my distance like a good friend. This made her feel safe with me.

Seeing her being comfortable with me, I made my plan.

I asked her for a seven-day road trip covering Pune, Mangalore, Coorg, and Bangalore. I plan my trips well.

I am an avid traveler, mostly preferring road trips. I have a Jeep Compass, which I use for long-distance drive, and stay at only 4-star or 5-star hotels.

During the first few days, we had a great time; again, I maintained my distance. I wanted to be sure before making my first move.

On the sixth day, we were at Coorg in a 200-acre coffee estate. Kavya immediately fell in love with the place. I had reserved a private suite (which cost me 10k for a night) and brought special Amrut Fusion whisky to celebrate the night.

Until then, we were enjoying ourselves as perfect friends, sleeping on separate beds and not touching with bad intentions, etc. That night changed everything for me.

After having four pegs, I invited her for a game of Uno, and the loser had to tell a secret. She was hesitating initially, but I let alcohol do the trick, and after two more pegs, she gave in.

I lost the first game and told her mine. I was a virgin until then (a 28-year-old virgin, which made her laugh). The next game she lost and told her love story and her breakup, which happened in her college days.

While narrating the story, she kept her legs on my lap in a teasing way. I gave her a small massage, and she liked it very much.

Next, we discussed sexual topics and went for a walk at 3 am. She asked me to pick her up and walk back to the room. As I picked her up, I got a boner, and she felt it.

I took her all the way back to our room, placed her on the bed, and we cuddled. I put my hand inside her top and could feel her bra, but just caressed her navel.

I could feel her breathing while feeling the softness of her skin. She was making me go mad. I did not kiss her. I knew she wanted it. Both of us wanted it. But I held on, and it was a fight of who would give in first.

With that, the desire was just exploding. But she controlled herself, and I wanted to test her desire and control. Also, I am someone who feels I should not force a girl at any cost. So we slept off.

The next day, I felt her being more comfortable with me. I knew today was my day. As we settled in for the night, we drank to celebrate the end of the trip and danced like crazy for some songs.

We went to bed and then cuddled just like yesterday. During this, I purposefully let my hot breath hit her neck. I knew she gets aroused by that.

At once, our faces were so close. We were looking into each other’s eyes. Again, nobody wanted to give in.

I knew this was the last day and asked her, “Can I kiss you?”

She was waiting for something from me. (So, being such a beautiful girl, there has always been so much attention from boys, and she got what she wanted very easily. If a boy was trying to hit on her, he did not wait so long for a kiss. It was different for her. There was someone testing her patience.)

She did not say yes but kissed me.

We kissed for maybe an hour. The longing and hunger of seven days were in that kiss. I hugged her tightly, feeling her breasts press against my chest until she screamed with pain.

I released her and pressed her breasts over her top, removing it in a second. I then kept my palms over her breasts over her pink bra and gave them a tight squeeze.

She asked me with her eyes, “Do you want them?”

I was like, “Hell yeah.”

I saw them for the first time in my life, having fantasized about how they would look for 2 years. Not too big or too small – just the right size with the right-sized areolas of a brownish-pink color.

I brought all that hunger at once to her boobs. I sucked on them like a baby, pulled them using my lips, and gave small, sharp bites using my teeth.

She was moaning and arching her back, pushing her breasts into my mouth. I took her left breast in my mouth and the right in my hands. I mauled her boobs and tried to take them completely inside my mouth.

Then, I used my teeth to do something with her nipples (not biting), which made her go mad. She was surprised and asked, “Where did you learn that?”

Frankly, I don’t know why I did it; it just came naturally. I knew she wanted more.

I removed her skirt and saw her fully wet panties. It was her turn now. She came on top of me, made me naked, and took my dick in her mouth. It was the best feeling I had.

She sucked my balls like a pro. I finally experienced heaven on earth as she sucked my dick like a lollipop, and I came in her mouth. She drank it all with her eyes full of lust, begging me to make passionate love to her.

Now, I knew she was ready. She wanted me inside her. I went on top of her, pulling her thighs to me, and went down on her pussy, throwing away her panties. I was mesmerized, looking at a clean, waxed clit with no hair, ready to be eaten.

I first went to lick around her clit, circling as I could taste the dripping juices from her pussy. I then poured honey and let my tongue deep inside her pussy, drinking all the juices. She was moaning and suffocating me by pushing her pussy towards my face. I pinned her to the bed, holding both her hands above her head using one of my hands. I rubbed the tip of my dick on her clit.

She gasped and begged me to enter her. Since she was very tight because of no sex for 6 years, I went in very slowly. She guided me by twisting and moving her hips, and I kissed her as she cried in pain. But she wanted me inside her and kept guiding me.

I saw multiple expressions on her face. Once I was fully in, I could see her eyes full of tears. My dick, being wider, stretched her, and she pleaded with me to stay inside her and not move.

I knew what I had to do. So I slowly started my in-and-out movement, taking only half my dick’s length, and I could see she was enjoying it. I slowly increased my pace and could feel her vaginal wall getting relaxed and accommodating my dick.

Then, I started going full on (full out and in movements). She was experiencing the opening and shutting of her pussy. Then, I did fast-paced, harder movements.

She started moaning and telling me, “Harder, go harder.”

I got so much energy to ram her pussy so fast. I increased my pace so much that my thighs and knees were aching. I started to come and asked her if I needed to pull out. She wanted everything I had. So I came inside her.

As we lay beside each other, I was playing with her nipples. In no time, they became hard, and I took the lead this time. We made love this time in doggy style. I started with her ass this time and slowly put my hands and raised her to a doggy position.

She was nudging me to enter her. I licked her pussy clean and put my dick inside. I made her arch her back by pulling her hair and started pounding her. With the other hand, I was squeezing her boobs and pinching the nipples.

She was going through a roller coaster as she moaned to my tempo. I went deep in her pussy while pinching her nipple and pulling her hair. She was moaning with all the pain and asking for more, with the juices dripping on my thighs, combined with our salty sweat. I came inside her and collapsed on her.

We both slept naked that night. The next day, I dropped her off at the Bangalore airport and told her about the plan for our next trip to Mysuru. She did not want to part ways with me but decided to meet very soon.

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That is the end of this part. Hope you liked the story.

In the upcoming parts, I will narrate how I fulfilled my fantasies like sex on the highway, exposing myself to bikers and truck drivers, fucking on an empty beach at night, fucking with curtains open in a room so outsiders can see, and swapping with my best friend and his girlfriend, etc. So, stay tuned.

Interested girls from Mumbai or Pune wanting to join me on my trips may contact me using [email protected]. I can assure you of complete confidentiality.

Please send your feedback about the story to the same email ID.

Raghu did not try to initiate anything that night. He was pretty worn out after the session that afternoon, and he didn’t want to push things too fast. He understood his mother was a horny woman with a high sex drive. She loved to have regular sex, given the chance. All she needed was the right push.

Raghu woke up the next morning and had to rush to college. He had very little attendance, and he didn’t want to face the wrath of his grandfather if he failed. He went to his mother in the kitchen, and he asked her to give him a blowjob as he pulled out his dick.

Manju refused and said what happened yesterday was a one-time thing and cannot be repeated. He left as he was already in a rush and could hear his grandfather’s bedroom door open.

He had a hard time concentrating in college. His Mom completely occupied his mind. The thought of fucking her again when he got back home gave him a big boner. He imagined the different positions he would be fucking her today. What it would feel like embracing her smooth, naked body.

Manju, too, was having a hard time. The image of her son’s hard cock from the morning was still stuck in her head. Refusing him wasn’t easy. Once her father left for work, she spent most of the day finger fucking her wet pussy. The thoughts of joy she experienced with her son’s huge prick.

Every time she climaxed, she told herself the fuck session the day before had been a one-time thing. She would not be the kind of mother who opened her legs whenever her son demanded, but she found herself rubbing her clit every hour to the thought of getting fucked by her son.

She finished her daily chores and prepared lunch. It was 2 PM. Manju and her Mom were in the middle of lunch when the main door opened, and Raghu walked in. She could see his massive hardon visible as he came in. Raghu came in and sat next to her.

She could see him glancing at her tits whenever her Mom was not looking. Raghu’s grandma was sitting opposite, so she could not see what he was doing. Raghu slowly placed his hand on his mother’s thighs and started to pull her saree up. Manju was scared out of her mind.

She looked at her Mom, who was still eating her food, unaware of what her grandson was up to. Manju looked angrily at her son for a second and tried to move his hand away without attracting her mother’s attention. Raghu did not move his hand.

He pulled his Mom’s saree and petticoat all the way to her thighs and placed his hand on her soft thigh. Manju could feel her loins moistening as her son kneaded and squeezed her thigh. She could feel his hands moving to her inner thigh. She was starting to feel horny again, and the slut in her started to come out.

All the feelings of guilt and shame she felt the whole day started to vanish. Raghu ran his middle finger on his mother’s pussy. He moved the finger briskly in and out. Her pussy was very warm and swollen, and it started to drip. Raghu pushed two of his fingers inside.

He started to jack off his mother in front of his grandmother. Manju blushed with shame but slowly moved her legs wider, giving her son more access. Raghu smiled and brought his thumb to the dark pink bud protruding from his mother’s pussy. He started to rub her clit vigorously.

Manju could feel cum welling up deep inside her. She could feel her nipples and her asshole tingle. Raghu suddenly removed his hand. Manju’s Mom finished eating her lunch and was about to get up. Manju adjusted her saree and started to eat her lunch.

The grandmother stood up and turned to wash her hands. Raghu squeezed his Mom’s tits as he winked and went to the bathroom to wash up. By the time Raghu washed up and came out of the bathroom, his Mom was in the kitchen cleaning vessels.

His grandmother was in the hall talking on the landline with her sister. Raghu went into the kitchen. Manju was standing in the corner with a scared look on her face. Raghu said silently as he slid his pants off, “Get down on your knees, Mom”

Manju: “Please, beta, let’s not do this again.”

Raghu could tell her mouth was saying it, but her body felt different about it. Her erect nipples were a dead giveaway. He came close to her and placed one hand on her ass and another on her tit. She did not move away or push him away.

Her son’s pulsating cock was making her clit spasm; the thought of it inside her again was making her pussy wet.

Raghu: “Must we do this every time, Maa? We both know how much you enjoyed it last time.”

He slid his hand inside her blouse; she was not wearing a bra. He started to squeeze her massive tits as he thrust his tongue into his mother’s mouth, squeezing her ass with his other hand. Manju was returning his kiss. Her tongue plunged into his mouth.

Their tongues met each other, crawling like two snakes against each other. Soon, they were in an embrace. Manju held her son back as his thick, long rod lay on top of her stomach. They both moaned in pleasure. They both could feel the love-making organ between them vibrate.

He was about to push his Mom down and insert his dick in her mouth like yesterday. His grandmother yelled for him from the hall. Frustrated, he pulled his pants up and went to the hall. She asked him to book an Uber for her as she was going to her sister’s house.

Raghu was delighted. It was 2:30, and his grandfather wouldn’t be home for a few hours. That would leave him alone with his Mom. He walked his grandmother to the cab. He waited as she got in. She said she was going to come back late at night. He waved her goodbye and waited till the cab left. theirlane.

He ran back to his house. His mother was waiting for him near the entrance of their bedroom. There was no expression on her face. He closed the door and turned to see his mother going into their bedroom. He followed her in, stripping his clothes on the way.

He was completely naked by the time he was in the bedroom. Manju looked at the fit figure of her son; his erect penis looked like the muscular tail of a Jaguar. He was any girl’s dream.

As he came close, she said, “Please, beta, you don’t have to do this. Please wait for a year. You will finish your education, and we will get you married immediately.”

Raghu smiled as he dropped his mother’s pallu. As he started to revolve around her and remove the rest of her saree, he said, “Oh, Mom. It’s not like I haven’t fucked girls before. I have torn a lot of pussies in my college.”

He dropped her saree and was now undoing her petticoat thread “Girls my age can’t take the size of my dick. That is why I love older ladies’ pussy so much. They are used to talking dicks.”

He undid her petticoat. Manju was now naked from the waist down. Raghu caressed her naked ass and gave it a tight spank. He then proceeded to remove her blouse “Also, I wouldn’t replace your pussy for any other pussy, maa. There is nothing more erotic in the world than fucking your own mother.”

He took off her blouse; both the mother and son were now naked. Manju was now looking at both their bodies in the mirror. She knew she was going to do what he wanted her to do. She lost all control the minute he placed his hand on her thigh during lunch.

She told herself she was going to have fun today and would figure out a way of stopping this the next time. Raghu turned on the lights. He moved the mirror in the morning before he left so he could watch himself fuck his Mom. He pulled her close and started to kiss her again.

They were now in a naked embrace, kissing each other, mauling each other’s lips like lovers. Raghu moved her hand on his dick. Manju immediately started to jerk off her son’s cock vigorously. She switched to his ball sack and started to caress it.

Her soft hands on his sack skin made Raghu squirm with pleasure. He continued to kiss his Mom in a blissful lust; his one hand was on her naked ass and was squeezing her tits.

Raghu dropped on the bed, lay on his back, folding his hands behind his head, he said, “lick my dick, maa and give that lovely pussy, I can smell the aroma from here”

Shamefully, hornily, the mother then did as her son asked. She placed one leg next to his face. Then lifted her second leg and placed it on the other side, making sure her clit was right above her son’s face. She then slowly crawled down, crushing her big tits on his stomach.

She groaned as she stared at her son’s mammoth dick pulsating in front of her. She pulled the foreskin and could see the knob glistening with pre-cum. The smell from it made her pussy quiver. She could hear the rain getting louder and feel her son embracing her back.

She pressed her lips on top of his cock. She closed her eyes and started sucking, concentrating on the taste and sensation of his cock. Meanwhile, Raghu shuddered with pleasure; he was enjoying her nakedness. The feel of her skin on his, he was caressing her back with both his hands.

He slowly pulled his right hand up and parted her ass cheeks. He placed his face between her thighs, facing her wet, fragrant pussy. He pressed his mouth to her wet, swollen pussy. He squeezed her right ass cheek with one hand, digging his finer nails into her fleshy buttock.

He thrust his tongue, pushing it deep inside her pussy hole. Manju wriggled her ass and moaned deeply. She showed her appreciation by sucking her son’s dick with more vigour. Raghu started licking and sluicing his tongue up and down between the pink folds of his mother’s pussy slit.

Manju shuddered and moaned deeply when Raghu touched his tongue to the sensitive clit nubbin.

Manju: “Oh, Raghu! That feels so good, beta… maa likes getting her clit licked and sucked…Raghu lick it beta lick your maa.”

Both the mother and son were soon enjoying each other’s genitals in a naked embrace. Manju felt like a complete whore now, willing to do absolutely anything for Raghu as long as he let her suck his cock. Raghu was licking and lapping his mother’s pussy and her inner thighs like a dog.

He was about to dig his finger deep inside her ass hole when they heard a blast from outside. It was the transformer, and they lost electricity immediately.

Manju stopped sucking and looked for the cause of the noise like a dog that was interrupted while eating its food. Raghu dug his finger deep inside her shit hole.

Raghu: “Stop getting distracted, you bitch. Suck my dick, you pussy. Do you like this, you pussy, do you like finger up your bum! I bet you take it up your ass too, huh?”

He kept fingering her ass as Manju started sucking her son’s cock. She felt completely shameless now. Her son’s disgusting words were turning on her. Raghu was now rubbing her clit with his thumb while he finger fucked her asshole.

They both knew they were about to cum, Raghu increased his finger strokes and started to lap her pussy like a dog drinking water. Manju squealed and started to suck his cock, She could feel her walls getting ready to explode, and it happened at once.

Raghu shot a tremendous shower of spunk out of his cockhead into his mother’s throat. Manju felt the cum fall on her tongue and go down her tonsils as she herself gave her child a mouthful of pussy juice to lick and suck up. They kept sucking and jacking each other, helping each other through the orgasm.

Manju fell on the bed. She felt completely shameless now, unable to control herself the minute her son touched her and letting him suck and fuck her. If she’d gone this far with him, she might as well go the rest of the way. It had been a long, long time since she’d felt a prick in her little shitter.

Manju sat up straight next to Raghu’s thighs, catching her breath as they were both sweating profusely now,

She said, watching her son’s dick, which was still erect, “You are a dirty boy, beta, you made your mother your bitch. Is this something you fantasise about, beta, fucking your mother like a dog while she is on all fours?”

Raghu smiled and caressed his Mom’s naked tits. Manju rubbed his inner thighs and said, “I bet you fantasise about fucking your maa in the ass, don’t you, beta? Is that where you want to put this next?”

Raghu’s dick vibrated with Manju’s touch and her words. Raghu has never had the chance to fuck anyone in the ass before. His first time would be when his mother made his dick throb harder than ever.

Manju said as she watched her son get up with anticipation, “You’d better get some lotion from the bathroom then. Seeing as you will never get over your sick desire to fuck your mother unless I let you fuck my asshole too.”

Raghu disappeared into the bathroom. Manju grabbed a pillow and thrust it under her belly. She felt completely ashamed of herself, letting her own son fuck her in the ass. She decided she is going to go all the way and find a way to fix things tomorrow.

She shamefully gripped her ass globes, spreading them wide, revealing her shit hole to her only son. Raghu came in with lotion and found his Mom in a doggie position on two pillows and her hand spreading her ass cheeks. He smiled to himself and was about to jump on the bed.

Manju said, “Open the windows, beta, and make sure the curtains are closed in case someone sees, let some cold air in.” Raghu obeyed; he opened the windows and let the curtains down, and cold air hit him. Their walls were high; there was no way anyone could see him.

It was raining hard; Raghu enjoyed the view for a moment and then joined his mother on the bed. Manju heard him moving behind her, uncapping the lotion jar. She whimpered as her boy started pasting the lube liberally all over her little shitter.

“Stick your fingers in, beta. Get Mommy’s little asshole nice and juicy.”

Raghu did as his mother asked, straightening his fingers, thrusting them into her asshole. Manju groaned. She heard a new sound behind her as her son basted his huge cock liberally with lotion.

“That’s enough, Raghu. Time to fuck Mommy’s asshole now, honey. Hurry, honey, give Mommy’s asshole a good, hard ass fucking!”

Raghu mounted his naked mother, aiming his swollen cock tip at her little shit hole. Manju gasped with intense pleasure. Manju bit her lip, suppressing the slight pain she felt as her asshole stretched to accommodate his cock.

Then she started humping, wiggling at the same time, trying to help her son stuff every inch of his fuck pole into her narrow ass.

“Fuck your maa, fuck Ma’s little asshole!” she pleaded.

Manju released her buns, no longer needing to hold them open. She thrust her hand under her belly and started finger fucking, rubbing her clit as hard as she could.

“Maa needs ass-fucking, Raghu!” she panted. “Deeper, baby, really ram it in now! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, fuck my asshole as deep as you can!”

Raghu grunted as he heaved on top of her, forcing his immense cock deeper and deeper into her asshole. Then it was all the way inside her, buried to the balls, his huge prick pulsating. It soaked in the indescribable tightness of her shit tunnel.

He felt bliss as cold air blew in from outside. It was raining heavily, cold air kept blowing in from the window outside, and it blew the curtain away. They could look directly into the garden. Raghu looked at himself fucking his mother in the mirror.

He could see his mother with her eyes closed, biting her lips with pleasure. Her perfect boobs were swinging. Manju started humping harder, moaning and crying as she shamefully fucked her stretched, tingling asshole onto his cock. Raghu pulled out slowly, then rammed his prick back into her bowels.

Then he settled into a hard, fast rhythm, slamming his prick in and out of his mother’s horny little shitter. Manju could feel her son’s fuck organ swell inside her; she could sense he would soon be blasting her bowels with a load.

“Fuck my asshole beta!! Fuck your maa’s tiny little ass hole. Ahh beta!!! You are fucking me so good, you like it too, na beta? I can see your expression in the mirror as you stab your sword in!!! Is that why you kept moving the mirror there, beta? Do you like it, beta? Do you like looking at yourself fuck your own mother in the ass? You dirty little boy”

The orgasm burst suddenly deep inside her, making her pussy clench her fingers. Her asshole gripped and milked around Raghu’s hammering cock. Manju shrieked with shameful pleasure, rubbing her clit with force and pinched her own nipples as she climaxed.

Raghu collapsed on top of her, ramming his cock all the way to the hilt of her bowels. He could feel his cum coming out and falling on his balls. He was spent, he placed his hand on her tits and said “You are the best fuck of my life, maa.”

Manju felt completely ashamed of herself. She decided she had to do something about Raghu’s craving to fuck her. She’d make him see a counsellor. But she worried what the world would think if the word got around. She thought it best to contact Aunt Raji.

Even if she found out what happened here, it would be within the family. Raji was a famous psychologist after all. She had the record among the psychologists for the most referrals from boys’ schools. Her article even came in the paper.

What Manju didn’t know was that Raji was a world-class slut.

To be continued.

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Yeah kahani mere office ki ek ladki Komal aur uske college ki dost Kajal ki hai. Hum ek car ke showroom mein kaam kiya karte the. Maine boss ko kehkar hi office mein kuch young sales girl ko rakhne ki sifarish ki thi.

Boss ko meri baat achi lagi aur humne 2 ladkiyan hire karne ki soche hai. Pehle jo ladki ayi thi woh umar mein thodi badi thi woh thi Komal. uski umar 23 saal thi. Par woh dekhne mein kaafi sundar thi.

Uska gora badan aur uske madak jism ko dekh baaki office ke saare staff ki haalat kharab ho rahi thi. Saabki raaton ki neend haram ho rakhi thi.

Wahan saare male staff bachlor hi the, sirf ek Kamlesh bhaiya the jinki 1 saal pehle saadi huyi thi. Kehne ko toh woh bhi 28 saal ke hi the. Par hum aksar unhe chidhane ke liye uncle kehte. Unki shaadi jo ho gayi thi. Komal ko dekhne ke bahane saare log aksar overtime karte the.

Komal car ki test drive ke liye bhi customer ke saath jaati thi. Dekhte dekhte 6 mahine par ho gaye

Boss meri iss idea se kaafi kush the, kyunki sales badh gayi thi, woh mujhe ek aur ladki hire karne ko kehte. Komal ka selection maine hi kiya tha. Woh mere ek dost ki behen thi. Toh meri acchi baat hone lagi thi usse.

Hamare office mein 4 gents the aur Komal sirf ek ladki thi. Maine Komal ko hi kaha ki ek aur ladki hire karni hai.

Komal – Haan Rajeev sir, kyun nahi meri ek dost hai jo Delhi mein mere saath padhti thi. Maine usse bataya tha. Woh bhi yahan join karna chahti hai.

Aur aisa kehkar woh Kajal ki photo mujhe dikhati hai. Uski dost Kajal toh aur jyada tanaka maal thi. Woh usse 2 saal chotti thi, Komal uski senior thi college mein.

Uski photo dekhkar hi mera lund khada ho jaata hai. Aur Komal ki nazar uspar pad jaati hai. Woh muskurane lagti hai. Aur wahan se chali jaati hai. Main bhi sakpaka kar wahan se chala jaata hoon.

Main usse interview ke liye bulane ko kehta hoon, par woh ek mahine baad ka time mangti hai. Ek din Komal bagal mein bethi hoti hai, aur landline par baat kar rahi thi. Achanak usse boss bula lete hai, aur woh apna mobile wahin bhul jaati hai. Uska whatshaap khula tha. Aur usi waqt usse ek photo koi bhejta hai.

Woh photo dekh toh mere saans hi ruk si jaati hai. Usme main kya dekhta hoon ki Komal sirf pink bikini mein pool ke kinare kadhi hai, aur uske haath kiski admin ke saar par hai, woh admii mazze se usse apne bahoon mein jakde hue hai.

Main yeh dekh hi raha tha ki ek message aata hai, ki, “Jaanu aaj ka kya plan hai?” Maine uska mobile rakha hi tha ki Komal aa jaati hai. Sayad usne mujhe uska mobile use karte dekh liya tha. Main anjan banne ki acting karne lagta hoon.

Isse pehle ki woh kuch kehti main puch leta hoon.

Main – Komal boss ne kyun bulaya tha. Kuch special hai kya?

Komal – Actually, kya chupana meri Shaadi tai ho gayi hai. Aur 2 mahine baad meri engagement hai. Wohi boss ko chutti ke liye bola tha toh boss ne bulaaya tha.

Mujhe ab samaj aya yeah uske boyfriend ki photo hogi uske saath masti kar rahi hogi. Mujhe uske boyfriend se jalan hone lagi kya mast item mili hai usse.

Komal ki yeah baat sun sabka mun sukh jaata hai, ab itni mast maal ki shaadi ho jayegi. Par hum saab maan markar usse congrats karte hain. Par woh sabka udaas chehra notice kar leti hai.

Komal – Kya hogaya tumlog kush nahi ho kya meri shaadi ki khabar sunkar.

Main – Are kuch nahi tum chali jayogi na toh saab udas ho gaye sunkar.

Komal – Kisne kaha itni achi job chod kar kaun jaata hai. Bas Shaadi, phir honeymoon aur phir wapas aa jayungi aur kya.

Us din shaam ko office ke baad chai ki tapri par Rohan mera office collegue mujhse pucha hai,

Rohan – yaar Komal ki woh photo mast thi na. Kya dikh rahi thi yaar us bikini mein, maine chupke se uski photo le li jaab tum dekh rahe the.

Aur aisa kehkar woh mujhe woh photo dikhata hai.

Main – Haan na rohan yaar hum toh itne din se laar tapkate reh gaye aur dekho yeh ab shaadi kar raha hai usse. Kitna mazza kiya hoga yaar isne.

Rohan – Sach kaha hamari rasmalai yeh kha raha hai.

Main – Haan mazze hai iske, nayi car bhi dila di hai usse. Abhi se paise loota raha hai. Kismat ho toh aisi.

Hum baat kar hi rahe the ki Komal apni car lekar atti hai, aur hume lift ke liye puchti hai.

Main – Kya baat hai pati bana nahi nayi car bhi gift kardi.

Komal – Kaun pati, maine apne paise se li hai.

Rohan – Waah itne dino se hum toh na kharid paye, lagta hai kuber ka khajana laga hai.

Ab hum kahan usse manna karte. Humdono car mein beth jaate hain. Main piche ki seat par tha aur rohan age betha ha.

Rohan – Yaar tumne toh apni shaadi ki khabar aise sukka sukka bata diya, photo bhi nahi dikhaya. Aise thodi hota hai. Kuch party sharty toh honni chahiye.

Komal – Haan hoga na, par main kaal ghar ja rahi hoon, akar karte hain na party. Yeh log photo, ladka business men hai. Electronics ka hi kaam hai unka.

Rohan – Kya baat hai, lamba haath mara hai tumne toh.

Aur aisa kehkar woh phone mein mujhe apne hone wale paati ki photo dikhati hai. Par jaise hi hi woh photo dekhta hai, uske mune se nikalta hai, yeah toh koi aur hai

Komal – Kya kaun aur hai.

Rohan – Matlab yeah dekha dekha lag raha hai.

Aur aisa kehkar woh phone mujhe de deta hai, phone mein jo photo Komal dikhati hai woh koi aur tha. Woh aaj subah wali bikini mein jo Komal ke saath tha woh aur yeah dono alag the.

Rohan isare se mujhe phir se subah wali photo dekhne ko kehta hai. Aur taab main dobara se yeah photo dekhta hoon, toh mujhe woh admi kuch jana pehchana lagta hai. Subah toh ek jhalak hi dekha tha maine, woh bhi bikini mein Komal ko dekh meri saans hi atak si gayi thi.

Komal hamein flat par utar kar ghar chali jaati hai. Rohan aur main ab baaten karte hue ghar jaane lagte hain.

Main – Yaar Rohan, matlab yeah banda alag hai photo wala. Isse maine kahin dekha hai.

Ab rohan bhi usski photo dekhta hai, aur pehchan jaata hai. Woh kai baar usse bahar car mein dekh cukka tha office ke bahar. Ab humen saak hone lagta hai, ki kahin na kahin yeah Komal ka boyfriend hi hai, jo roz usse office ke bahar milta hai.

Rohan – Dekh rahe ho na ajkal ki ladkiyon ko shaadi tay ho gayi par ab bhi boyfriend ko ghuma rahi hai. Komal aisi niklegi mujhe yakin nahi ho raha.

Main – Haan na yaar meri dost ki behen aisa kearegi yeh nahi socha tha. Par ajkal toh common hai.

Agli subah hum office janne lagte hain, aur main apni bike le leta hoon, bank hokar office jo jaan tha. Rohan bhi saath hota hai, aur tabhi bank se gujarte waqt humme woh admin phir dikhta, aur hum kya dekhte hai, Komal bhi saath hotti hai.

Rohan – Accha ji dekho kaise jhoot bolkar office se chutti li aur yahan boyfriend ke saath ghum rahi hai. Rajeev yaar dekho toh yeah kahan ja rahe hain

Aur phir hum kya dekhte hain, woh ek hotel mein chale jaate hain. Ab toh humen Komal ke baare mein jaane ki aur tadap hone lagti hai. Rohan ab saab kuch jaane mein jut jaata hai.

Rohan ab Komal ki flatmate ke boyfreind ko jaanta tha, woh bhi aksar chai ki tapri par atta jaata rehta, woh usse Komal ke baare mein puchne ko kehta hai apne girlfreind se.

Ab agle din ka itezar tha, aur Komal ki flatmate se jo pata chalta hai woh sunkar hum dang reh jaate hai. Komal ke yeah akela boyfriend nahi tha, woh do logon ko ek saath date kar rahi thi.

Uski roommate batati hai, ki kai baar raat toh Komal aur uske boyfreind wahin unke flat par bhi rukte the. Aur woh yeah bhi batati hai Komal acchi ladki nahi hai. Na jaane woh aisa kyun kehti hai.

Ab hum Komal ke roommate se milna chahte the, toh rohan uske dost ko Komal ke roommate jiska naam Nisha tha usse phone karta hai, aur Komal ke baare men puchta hai, woh milne ke liye usse bulata hai, toh woh humsab ko hi room par bula leti hai.

Komal ne usse kaha tha ki woh 3 din nahi rahegi ghar ja rahi hai. Hum teeno uske ghar pahunch jaate hai.

Rohan – Akhir Nisha tumne aisa kyun kaha ki Komal achi ladki nahi hai kya hua.

Nisha – Ab kya kahun meri roomate aisi hogi, maine nahi socha tha. Aap logon ne uss din Komal ko jiske saath kaar mein dekha tha woh toh aksar yahan atta rehta hai.

Rohan – Haan maine sunna yeah.

Nisha – Bass itna hi nahi woh raat ko yahan ruk bhi jaata hai kai baar. Mazze ki baat hai ki woh Shaadi suda hai aur uska naam Kartik hai. Uski biwi yahan nahi rehti. Toh bass woh Komal ko gift deta hai, hotel mein le jaata hai, ghumata hai, dono toh jaise pati patni ki tarah rehte hain. Room mein kya nahi karte.

Nisha – Saath nahate hain, saath sotte hain.

Main – Tum unhe kuch nahi kehti?

Nisha – Maine poocha tha Komal aye kya chaal raha hai, toh kehti hai, Meri jism ki jarurat hai, woh puri kar raha hai. Paise de raha hai toh kya galat hai. Tum bhi apni jism ki jarurat puri karlo kisne rokka hai. Akhir yeah jawani kyun barbad karun.

Rohan – Baap re, Komal aisi hogi, yeah ho yakin nahin kar sakta.

Nisha – Haan par saab karti hai. ek din toh raat mein dono ne daru pikar jo kiya hai. Komal puri nangi hokar haal mein aa gayi thi. Aur woh usse wahin haal mein leta kar usse daru se nehlakar uske badan se woh daru chaat chaat kar kha raha tha. In dono ko toh yeah bhi hosh nahi tha ki main wahan thi.

Nisha – Dono paglaon ki tarah hall mein hi puri tarah nirvstra hokar chudai kar rahe the. Aur toh aur subah tak waise hi nange ek dusre mein lipat kar sotte rahe.

Aur aisa kehkar woh mobile pe unki kuch video aur photo dikhati hai. Usse dekh kar toh hum teeno tadap uthte hain. Rohan aur meri tadap aur badh chukki thi. Komal ka woh nanga bigha badan jaise meri ankhon mein bass gaya tha.

Nisha – Komal ko itni besharam hai ki ek din achanak uske mummy papa aye thi, woh shaadi fix huyi thi na us din, aur yeah bhaisaab raat ko yahin the. Usne ulta usse mera bhai bata kar introduce kiya. Mujhe toh itni sharam aa rahi thi.

Nisha – Maine usse boli ki ab toh Shaadi fix ho gayi ab hi yeah saab karogi. toh kehti hai, paisa mil raha hai, mazza mil raha hai itna accha gift mila hai, toh koi pagal hi hai jo haath se jaane de. Shaadi tak toh puri azzadi hai na, uske baad ki tab dekhenge.

Nisha – yeah jo car hai na, yeah second hand car hai usne hi gift kiya hai

Nisha – Woh toh kehti hai ki tu bhi apne boyfriend ko bula le, isme burai kya hai, apni jism ki jarurat puri karni hi chahiye jawani ka pura mazza lena chahiye. ek baar toh isne mujhe pakad liya tha, aur lesbian sex karna chahti thi. Sex ki itni bhukki hai na woh ki usse kuch nahi sujta.

Nisha – Maine usse bol diya hai ki main dusri jagah flat dekh liya hai. wahan agle week shift ho jayungi. Accha hi hai, ab toh jo chahe kar sakti hai. ek ke saath masti kare yaa chaar ke saath mujhe kya.

Rohan – Baap re yeah itni chudakad hai mujhe nahi pata tha, aur office mein toh kitni acchi banti hai.

hum aise baat kar hi rahe the ki Komal flat mein aa jaati hai, woh bhi apne ussi boyfriend ke saath.

Komal – Are tumlog kya kar rahe ho yaan. Kyun Nisha, meri baat ko seriously le liye kya, aaj lagta hai puri gangbang ka irada hai.

Nisha – Main tumhari tarah randi nahi hoon, aur tumhari himaat kaise huyi aisa bolne ki sali kutiya.

Nisha ke mun se yeah baat sun hum dang reh jaate hain. Komal waise bhi daru ke nashe mein thi, aur uska woh boyfriend bhi.

Komal – Are baap re yeah toh gussa hogayi, ek baar kutiya baan ke toh dekh kitna mazza atta hai tumhe kya pata.

Aur aisa kehkar hasne lagti hai.

Komal – Yaar isse bhi apne saath Uk le jao, wahan kuch din mein iska yeah sara accha banne ke natak khatam ho jayega.

Humsaab ab usse bye bolte hain, aur Nisha bhi apne boyfreind ke saath uske flat par chali jaati hai.

Agli subah Komal ke uss boyfreind ka call aata hai mujhe, woh mujhe Komal ke flat par bula raha hotta hai, usse apni flight pakadni thi. Mujhe majbooran wahan jana padta hai. Main Rohan ko bhi saath le leta hoon

Main jaise hi wahan pahunchta hoon. Toh uske boyfreind ki halat dekh lagta hai unhone raat bhaar kya dhamal machaya hoga. Komal adhi nangi halat mein wahan jamin par padi thi, uski adhi pathi gown bass uski chuchoyon ko chupa rahi thi, uski mast gand aur uski choot saaf dikh rahi thi.

Rohan aur Main bass usse dekhte hi reh jaate hain. Uska boyfriend ki halat dekh main Rohan ko usse ghar chod anne ko kehta hoon. Aur woh beman se hi sahi usse ghar chodne ko chala jaata hai.

Ab Komal meri ankhon ke samne aise nangi halat mein thi, aur mera lund pura ufaan par tha. Main jaldi se phone nikal leta hoon, aur uski kuch photo aur video banane lagta hoon.

Komal toh jaise nasse mein thi. Jamein kaafi thandi thi. Toh main usse soffe par jaise sulane ke liye usse uthata woh mujhe pakakd leti aur bahoon meri bhar leti. Mere dono haath uski chuchoyon par the aur mera khada lund uski choot ko chu raha tha.

Main toh jaise uske madmast jawani mein doob jaane ko bekarar tha. Main bhala khud ko kaise rok sakta tha. Par in saab mein main bhul gaya tha ki darwaza khul hi reh gaya tha.

Main uske jism ko charo taraf chunne laga, uski dono chuchoyon ko dabata hua uski choot ko jaise chuya, mere badan mein aag si lag gayi. Komal ki choot ko maine jaise chua woh machal uthi, raat baar itni chudai ke baad bhi uski choot garam thi.

Itne dino se jiske madmast jawani ka mazza main lena chahta tha, woh aaj nangi mere samne thi. Age kya hone wala tha kya Komal ki garam choot ka mazza main le paya? Jaane ke liye next part ka intezar karen.

My name is Anu Mehta. After the arrest night, where five police officers used every hole while Satya watched helplessly behind the glass, I was hooked. Charges dropped, but Patel made it clear: “Community service every Friday night, slut. Wear less each time.”

Satya loved it. Dropped me at the back entrance like clockwork. Waited in the observation room. Hand in his pants. Eyes burning with humiliation and need.
First Friday, I wore a tiny black micro-skirt that didn’t cover my ass when I walked. No panties. Sheer white blouse, completely see-through. No bra.

Nipples dark and hard. Fishnet stockings. The collar Satya bought me – silver letters “POLICE PROPERTY”. Stripper heels that made my legs look endless.
Patel waited at the door. Grabbed the collar. Pulled me inside hard. “On time, good little whore.”

Behind him, ten officers this time. Word had spread fast. All off-duty. Jeans. Tight shirts. Muscles. Hungry eyes. Patel marched me to the big briefing room. Long table. Chairs cleared. Mattresses on the floor now. They were ready.

Satya was tied to a chair in the corner. Hands behind back. Pants open. Cock out, but no touching allowed. Just watch. I looked at him. Smiled filthy.

“Look, baby… ten real men tonight… all for your wife’s holes.”

Satya groaned. Pre-cum dripped already. They didn’t speak much. Just took.
Patel pushed me face down on the table. Skirt flipped up. Ass and pussy bare.
He slapped my ass hard. Sting sharp. “Tell everyone who you belong to.”

Me: “All of you, Sir… my married body is police property… use me however you want.”

A low cheer. First two stepped up. One grabbed my hair roughly. Shoved his thick cock straight down my throat till my nose hit his stomach.

“GLURK… AHHH… FUCK MY FACE.”

I gagged instantly. Spit poured. Tears ran. Behind me, the second spat thick on my pussy. Didn’t rub. Just slammed balls-deep in one brutal thrust. “OH GOD… YES… FUCK YOUR SLUT RAW.”

Skin slapped loudly. The table shook.

Me: “UNNGHH… HARDER… PLEASE… DESTROY ME”
He gripped his bruised hips. Pounded savage
“Take it, married bitch… feel a real cock…”
I looked sideways at Satya.
“Baby… he’s so deep… stretching your wife… ahhh fuck!”

Satya’s cock twitched. Hand strained against ropes. I cum fast. Screaming around the cock in my throat.

“I’M CUMMING… POLICE COCK MAKES ME CUM SO HARD!”

Pussy clenched. Squirted down the officer’s thighs. Floor wet. He growled. Pulled out suddenly. Shot thick ropes deep inside me. Hot. Filling.

“Take that load, breeding slut.”
Next one instant. Even thicker.
“FUCKKK… IT’S HUGE… SPLITTING YOUR WIFE BABY… OH GOD”
He laughed. Slapped my ass red.

“Tell the cuck proper.”
Me (sobbing pleasure): “Satya… his cock is destroying my pussy… bigger than yours ever was… I’m just a hole for the police now… AHHH FUCK ME!”
Another orgasm ripped through. Legs shook violently.

They rotated nonstop. One finished down my throat. Held my head. Forced every drop.
“Swallow police cum, whore… drink it all…”
Salty. Thick. I gulped greedily. Tongue out for more.
Then my ass.

No warning. One spat once. Pushed into my tight ring hard.
“SCREAM FOR YOUR CUCKOLD.”

Me: “AHHHHH… TEARING MY ASS… YES… RUIN IT… MAKE IT GAPE…”
Both holes were filled again. Pounded opposite rhythm.
Me: “SO FULL… DON’T STOP… FUCK YOUR MARRIED CUMDUMP.”

I came again. Harder. Squirting on the table. Patel stood close. Filmed on a phone. Showed Satya the screen. “Look, cuck. Your wife is taking cock in every hole like a pro.”

They started double pussy. Two thick cocks are forcing my cunt together.
“NOOO… TOO BIG… OH FUCK… YES… STRETCH ME…” They pushed. Stretched me obscene.

“YES… DESTROY MY CUNT… MAKE IT LOSE… MY HUSBAND WILL NEVER FEEL IT AGAIN… AHHHH!”

I screamed raw. Came so hard my vision blurred. Satya whimpered loudly. Came untouched. Weak spurts on the floor. They laughed darkly.
“Pathetic cuck. Came just hearing his wife beg to be ruined.”
They wrote on my body with a permanent marker while fucking me

“CUCK’S WHORE” across my tits.
“FREE HOLES” on my ass cheeks.
“POLICE BREEDING SLUT” on my stomach.
One made me read it out loud while throat-fucking me.

Me (gagging): “I’m a cuckold’s whore… my holes are free for police… breed me… ahhh glurk.”

Hours of this. Load after load. Face painted thick white. Tits glazed. Pussy and ass are leaking rivers. Floor slippery with squirt and cum.

In the final round for the night, they put me on my back. Legs pinned to my chest. Pussy wide open. Every officer took turns breeding me deep. Few hard thrusts. Then unload.

“Take another load, married bitch.” By the tenth, I overflowed. Cum pushed out with every new cock.

Me: “Keep breeding me… fill me… make me pregnant with police babies… never my husband’s again.”

Satya cried out. Came the second time untouched. They untied him only to make him kneel. Patel pushed my legs wider.

“Clean your wife, cuck. Taste real men.” Satya licked greedily. Tongue scooping cum from my gaping pussy and ass. Swallowing while sobbing.

Me: “Good boy… eat police cum from your ruined wife.”

That Friday ended with me barely walking. Satya carried me to the car. Fucked my sloppy holes in the back seat. Crying from shame and lust. But it wasn’t enough.

Word kept spreading. A month later, they invited me to a proper party. Off-duty. Private warehouse outside town. No cameras. No rules. No limits.
Satya drove me. I wore only a long trench coat.

Nothing underneath except the collar and fresh marker writing all over my naked body: “POLICE CUMSLUT” on my tits, “BREED ME” above my pussy, “CUCK’S WIFE” on my lower back.

Twenty officers are waiting. Beer flowing. Loud music. Thick mattresses cover the floor. Chains hanging from beams. Patel opened the door. Ripped my coat off instantly. Every man whistled. Cocks out already. Patel grabbed my collar. Dragged me to the centre.

“Tonight, this married whore has no limits. Every hole. All night. Her cuck watches are tied up. No touching himself.”

They tied Satya to a metal chair facing the mattresses. Hands cuffed tight behind. Legs spread. Pants cut open. Cock exposed, but a rubber band around the base so he couldn’t cum without permission.

Me: “Look, baby… twenty real men… all here to destroy your wife while you sit useless.”

Satya groaned loudly. Cock purple already. They started immediately. Four grabbed me at once. One lay on a mattress. Pulled me down reverse. Cock straight up my ass dry. I sank slowly. Stretched burning. Second stood between my legs. Shoved into my pussy hard.

“OHHH GOD… BOTH HOLES INSTANT… YES…”

Third and fourth fed cocks into my hands. I stroked desperately. Fifth grabbed hair. Filled my mouth. All holes and both hands full. They bounced me violently.
Me: “MMMMPH… FUCK… USE EVERY HOLE… AHHH…”

I screamed around cock. Came in seconds. Squirting hard down the cock in my pussy. Patel walked around filming. “Tell the cuck what you are now.” I pulled my mouth free long enough. Spit and pre-cum stringing.

Me (gasping): “I’m a police gangbang whore… my marriage is dead… I live for real cock only… fuck me harder please!”

Satya whimpered. Cock leaked constantly. They rotated nonstop. Triple penetration. One deep in ass. Two are forcing my pussy together again.

“NO… TOO MUCH… AHHHH… YES… FORCE BOTH IN.”

They did. Stretched me beyond limits. Orgasm exploded. Squirted everywhere. Soaked three men. Another cock in the mouth. Another jerking on my face. Every position. On my knees in a circle. Twenty cocks surrounding. I sucked one after another. Face-fucked till I choked and drooled rivers.

Hands held my head still. No escape. Cum down my throat. On my face. In my hair. Eyes glued shut. Then on my back. Legs chained wide to beams. Pussy and ass are completely open. Line-up breeding. One after another slammed into my pussy. Few hard thrusts. Unload deep.

“Take it, breeding bitch… police seed only.”

By the fifteenth load, I was a leaking mess. Cum frothed out with every new cock.

Me: “Keep going… breed me all night… fill me till I overflow… make me carry police babies.”

Satya sobbed loudly. Rubber band biting. Cock desperate. They laughed.
“Look at him. Crying while his wife begs to get knocked up by strangers.”
Last hours pure filth. Double anal. Two thickest cocks are forcing my ass together.

“SCREAM LOUDER”

Me: “AHHHHHH… TEARING MY ASS APART… YES… RUIN IT COMPLETELY… NO MORE FOR MY PATHETIC CUCK.”

I came so violently that I blacked out for seconds. Woke with both still pounding. Final circle. All twenty of them are around me on my knees in the centre. I opened my mouth wide. Tongue out. Hands stroking two more.

Me: “Please… cover your property… drown me in cum.”

They did. Rope after thick rope. Face completely masked. Mouth overflowing. Tits painted thick layers. Hair matted. Body glazed. I scooped handfuls. Ate greedily. Rubbed it into my skin. Patel pushed me, crawling to Satya.

“Clean your destroyed wife, cuck.”

They removed the rubber band. Satya licked desperately. Face buried in my cum-soaked pussy and ass. Swallowing load after load while crying.

Me: “Good cuck… taste what real men left in your wife… you’ll never fill me again.”

He came instantly. Weak spurts on the floor. They untied him only after. Patel handed me my coat. Cum still dripping from every hole.

“Next month. Bigger party. Fifty men. Bring the cuck again.”

I smiled through the mask of cum.

“Yes, Sir… anything for police cock.”

Satya carried me to the car. I was too wrecked to walk. We didn’t speak the whole drive. Just fucked slow and broken when we got home. My holes are ruined. My marriage is a joke. My body owned.

And I have never been happier. I belong to them now. Completely.

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Church & The Glance:

Sunday service ended. Aunty Anna stood with my mother near the vestibule. She wore her usual modest floral dress. It was buttoned to the throat.

But when I approached, her eyes met mine. They didn’t flinch away like before. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips.

Aunty Anna: Look at you.

Her voice was a soft tease. Only I could fully hear it.

Aunty Anna: All grown up in a button-down. Almost looks like you belong here.

My mother laughed.

Mom: Don’t encourage his vanity, Anna.

Aunty Anna: Oh, I’m just observing.

Her gaze dropped briefly to my fitted shirt. Then it returned to my eyes.

Aunty Anna: College has filled him out.

Sunday Lunch & The Car Ride:

We were at their home. The air was rich with the smell of spices. It was Sunday chicken curry.

Aunty Anna: We need more chicken.

Aunty Anna announced.

Aunty Anna: Come, help me carry bags from the shop.

The drive was quiet at first. She wore a white salwar kameez. The thin fabric hugged every curve. The neckline showed a soft, deep cleavage. Her breasts were full. They were easily a D-cup.

They strained against the material with each breath. Her hips flared generously. It made her waist seem smaller. Her round ass pressed against the car seat. It shifted subtly with the movement.

Me: You look… different today, Aunty.

I said, my voice steady. She glanced over.

Aunty Anna: Do I? This is just an old thing.

Me: It’s not old. It’s perfect.

I let my eyes travel slowly down her body.

Me: The white suits you. Shows your shape.

She didn’t scold me. Instead, a faint blush coloured her cheeks.

Aunty Anna: You’ve become quite bold. That shirt shows your shoulders. You work out.

Me: I do. Noticed you noticed.

The air grew thick. My cock was already half-hard from watching her. It began to swell fully against my pants. I was about 5.8 inches. It was thickening. The bulge became obvious in the quiet car.

She parked near the shop. But she didn’t get out. Her eyes dipped to my lap. They lingered. Then they snapped back to my face. Her breath hitched.

Aunty Anna: You should… be careful.

She whispered. But there was no anger. Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

Aunty Anna: That’s… quite a reaction.

Me: Can’t help it.

I shifted slightly. The outline of my cock was clearer.

Me: Not when you look like that. Your body is incredible, Aunty. Your breasts, that waist, your ass… It’s driving me crazy.

She closed her eyes for a second. A silent prayer was on her lips. When she opened them, they were dark with conflict.

Aunty Anna: This is sin.

Me: This is the truth.

I countered softly.

Me: You don’t move away.

She exhaled sharply. It was a shaky, warm sound.

Aunty Anna: We need to get the chicken.

The Discovery:

Later, back at her house, I excused myself. I went to the guest bathroom. The air inside was warm. It smelled like her perfume. As I turned to close the door, I saw it. Hanging on the back was a set of her clothes. It was a black bra and panties.

They were the kind you see in videos. They were not plain at all. My breath caught. I stepped closer. The bra was lace. It was sheer in parts. It had deep cups. I checked the tag: 36D. My mind flashed to her full breasts. They strained against her white kameez.

The panties were small. They were just triangles of black lace. They had a thin string at the hips. I could almost picture them on her. They would hug her round ass. My cock began to stir and harden again. I was looking at them. I quickly used the bathroom.

My mind raced with images. When I came out, I found her alone. She was in the dining area, clearing the table. My mom was in the living room. She was talking on the phone.

Aunty Anna: Can you help me for a second?

Aunty Anna asked. She was not looking at me.

Aunty Anna: There are a few things on the top of the kitchen slab. I can’t reach.

I followed her into the kitchen. She pointed to a high cabinet.

Aunty Anna: The extra containers are up there.

I climbed onto the counter. As I reached up, I heard her step closer. She was handing me something. From my height, I looked down. Her neckline gaped open. I had a full view down her cleavage. Her breasts were pushed together by her bra. They were heavy and soft.

I could see the deep shadow between them. I saw the edge of her bra cup. My dick hardened instantly. It pressed tight against my pants. I took the containers. I hopped down and turned to face her. My bulge was obvious now. It was a thick outline against the fabric.

Her eyes dropped straight to it. She froze. Her own breath stopped. She just stared. Her lips were slightly parted. She couldn’t look away. That’s when my mom walked into the kitchen.

Mom: Did you find the—?

Her voice cut off. Her eyes followed Aunty Anna’s stare. They landed right on the tent in my pants. Both women were silent. They were staring. My cock was fully hard now. It was about 7 inches thick. The head was clearly outlined.

I saw my mom’s eyes widen. Aunty Anna’s face flushed deep red. But she still didn’t look away. It was like they had never seen a dick that big before. I could see the shock in their faces. They were thinking it was bigger than their husbands’.

The silence was loud. Then my mom snapped.

Mom: For God’s sake!

She shouted. Her voice was sharp with embarrassment and anger.

Mom: Have some shame! Adjust yourself and sit in the car right now!

She was scolding me. But it was really for what we all had just seen. I quickly turned. I pulled my shirt down to hide it. But the damage was done.

I walked out. I felt their eyes on my back. The car ride home was dead quiet. My mom didn’t say a word. But just before she started the engine, she glanced at me. Then she quickly looked away. Her own face was troubled.

That night, all I could see was Aunty Anna’s black lace. I saw her cleavage. I saw the look in her eyes. It was not anger. It was pure, raw shock. And something else underneath it. Something that matched my own hunger.

Continues.

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Hi Friends, Victor here with another encounter of mine. Names and professions of persons are changed because of privacy, but incidents and activities are real.

I am Victor, a 33-year-old resident of Ahmedabad, Gujarat. I live in my own apartment while my family is in my native place.

Here is the second part of how I fucked my beautiful neighbour to satisfy her lust and hunger for orgasm.

Riya walked ahead of me toward the bedroom. Her steps were unhurried, almost as if she wanted me to notice the sway of her hips, the soft curve of her waist. I followed her, pretending to look elsewhere. But in truth, I was unable to stop my eyes from admiring her ass.

The room was cool from the air conditioning. She stepped in and sat gently on the edge of the bed, adjusting her kurti as if suddenly aware of my gaze.

“Much better here,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. I placed the bag near the corner and replied, “Yes, I thought you’d be more comfortable inside.”

There was silence for a moment. Only the hum of the A/C filled the space. She traced her fingers along the bedsheet absently, her eyes avoiding mine. I leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her.

“Riya, can I ask you something?”

She looked up, meeting my eyes. “Hmm?”

Me: Are you always this strong? I mean, after the way your husband spoke to you just now. You held yourself so calmly. Most people would have broken down.

A faint shadow crossed her face.

Riya: What else can I do? He doesn’t mean harm. It’s just his work. His priorities. (She sighed, then added in a quieter tone) But sometimes, it feels like I don’t matter.

Her honesty hit me. I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You do matter. More than you realise.”

She looked at me then, really looked. Our eyes locked, and I could feel something flicker between us–unspoken, fragile, but undeniable. To break the tension, she smiled faintly. “You talk as if you know me well already.”

I chuckled. “Some things don’t take long to understand. Sometimes one look says more than a hundred words.” I lean on her face and try to kiss her after completing this sentence, but she avoids me and looks away.

I was horrified that I had pissed her off. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she controlled herself and said

Riya: We just met. You helped me in my time of need. You understand me like a friend, but we might not cross our limits.

Me: I am not forcing you, but I can’t resist your beauty.

Riya: Okay.

Me: Feel comfortable and don’t worry. I am not a devil or anything

Riya: I am not afraid of the devil in bed. Actually, I like devils on bed.

Me: What?!

Riya: Don’t be happy, I am talking about sleeping in bed at night.

Me: Oh. I thought something else.

Riya: Yeah, that’s also true, what you thought.

Me: You are confusing me. Let’s clear things frankly.

Riya: What things?

Me: Let’s help each other and satisfy ourselves.

Riya: What? No, I can’t cheat my husband.

Me: I can clearly see lust in your eyes.

Riya: No, you misunderstood something.

Me: Okay, let’s be friends then?

Riya: Yeah, look, I am not telling that you are a bad or a wrong person. You look well. Your body is in great shape, and you live alone, so you had many fuck sessions on this bed with many girls. But I can’t overcome my feelings and cheat on my husband.

Me: Okay, your thinking is nice. I am STUD and fucked almost 10 partners on this bed, but with all limits set and mutual consent only.

Riya: Got it.

Her mobile rang, and she picked up. It’s her husband

Riya: Okay, call me once you reach

Me: What now?

Riya: He is coming home. I need to go, but after his call.

Me: So till that time, you are my…

Riya: What!?

Me: Guest. Don’t think about anything for now.

Riya: Okay

Me: At least one hug?

Riya: Yeah, come.

And she hugs me. I press her body on mine, and her breast feels awesome. My lips are near her ears, and I blow breath on her neck.

Riya: Ok, leave me now. You are very naughty

Me: Yeah, I am the devil you like in bed.

Riya: I don’t like you.

Me: You don’t have to try me in bed, that’s why.

Riya: Maybe something will try.

I free her from my hug and

Me: Really?

Riya: Why did you remove your hands?

Me: Women are very much aroused and seductive, but they hide it very well.

Riya said, “Let me go. We will meet someday and fulfil our wishes.”

We exchanged numbers and parted ways. She went to her apartment, and I watched her from my balcony.

Later that night, I messaged her, but she was not replying to or reading my message. After two days, she messaged me at noon, her husband gone to work, and she was at home.

Riya: Guests are at our home, and you message me, someday you will make big trouble.

Me: Sorry, I forgot.

Riya: What are you doing?

Me: Working.

Riya: Okay

Me: When to meet?

Riya: For what?

Me: We’re friends, yaar, there’s no reason for meeting.

Riya: Friends for what? Benefits?

Me: If you agree, only.

Riya: Oh, you have to try hard to agree with me.

Me: Then let’s go for dinner.

Riya: No, no no. I can’t come, my husband is at home.

Me: Let’s go for lunch then.

Riya: Now I will plan and tell you.

Me: Ok.

Riya: Bye for now.

She was making me do her work. She wants me, but can’t tell me, and makes me speak to her. Now I completely understand her game. She wants me so I can take further action.

In our society, the function of getting together is held. I see her and follow her here in the garden area. The lights were dim, and I held her hands. She gasped. I started kissing her first. She hesitated, but later gave up and started smooching me at the same pace. I rubbed her breast and kissed her neck wildly.

After 2-3 minutes of exploration out of our tongue, we separate without saying a word or hearing a word from her. After 12 AM, I message her. But not getting any reply. At nearly 12:45, I got a message, and immediately I saw. It’s from her.

Me: Still feeling my breath on your cheek, Riya?

Riya: Stop it. I told you someone would catch us.

Me: No one saw, but you felt it. Didn’t you?

Riya: Yes. And my heart is still racing.

Me: Good. I wanted it racing. I wanted you to lie awake tonight, thinking of how close my lips were, how much I wanted to take them lower.

Riya: Victor, don’t say such things at night. You’ll make it worse.

Me: That’s exactly what I want. Tell me, when you pressed your hand on my chest, what did you feel?

Riya: Warmth. Strong. My fingers didn’t want to let go.

Me: You don’t have to let go. Not when it’s just us. Imagine your hand sliding down from my chest, lower, feeling how hard you make me.

Riya: You’re shameless.

Me: And you love it. You know what I’m picturing now? Your saree tonight. That blue drape, I wanted to tug it free, let it fall, see what you were hiding underneath.

Riya: My whole body is hot reading this. I kept adjusting my pallu only because I thought everyone could see my skin burning.

Me: I wanted to pull that pallu aside myself, kiss every inch of that warm skin. From your shoulder down to your navel, slowly. Until you beg me to go lower.

Riya: Victor, if you keep typing like this, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Me: Good. I want you tossing in bed, restless, just like me. Hand slipping under your blanket, touching yourself where you wish it were my lips.

Riya: You’re inside my head. I already feel it.

Me: Then let me inside your body soon. Tell me, Riya, when Vishal leaves, do you want me in your room? Or will you sneak into mine?

Riya: Dangerous question. But my fingers are trembling as I type this. Your room. Safer. Dark. Hidden.

Me: Perfect. I’ll be waiting with the lights off, door unlocked. You have to walk in in that same blue saree, or maybe nothing at all.

Riya: Stop, I’m biting my lip too hard. My body’s aching.

Me: Touch yourself then. Right now. Pretend it’s my hand.

Riya: Already did. Couldn’t resist after that last line.

Me: Good girl. Keep going. Slide your fingers slowly, imagine my tongue replacing them.

Riya: Oh, Victor, I’m wet. Whispering your name under my breath.

Me: Cum for me, Riya. Let your husband sleep while you moan for me silently.

Riya: I did. My whole body shook. You’ve ruined me.

Me: No, I’ve only started. Next time, I won’t let you finish alone. I’ll be there to hold you, taste you, make you scream.

Riya: Victor, I can’t wait till he leaves. Every night is torture now.

Me: Then let the torture build. When it finally happens, Riya, it will be unforgettable.

Riya: You’re already unforgettable. Goodnight before I lose all control.

Me: Goodnight, my forbidden desire. Dream of me between your thighs.

This is the end of part 2, friends – please give your feedback, it helps and motivates me more to write.

Any girl, lady, Lady, Bhabhi or couple who wants to have fun, thrill, or anything can connect with me on [email protected].

I guarantee your privacy remains private, and you will enjoy the best moments of life.

Mera naam Karan hai. Meri maa ka naam Shweta hai aur woh abhi 46 saal ki hain. Mere papa foreign mein job karte hain aur saal mein ek baar India aate hain humse milne.

Ye ek real ghatna hai jo main ek story ke form mein sabko batane ja raha hoon, ki kaise maine meri maa ki chudai kisi aur mard se hoti dekhi.

Ye baat tab ki hai jab main 18 saal ka tha. Ek din maa ko nani ka phone aaya ki mere mama ka accident ho gaya hai aur woh hospital mein admit hain aur bahut serious condition mein hain. Jab phone aaya to maa ne bola ki humein turant nikalna padega nani ke ghar ke liye.

Toh main aur maa bus stand gaye aur wahaan se ek sleeper bus mein ticket lene ka try kiya, kyunki last moment pe train ki ticket ka possible bilkul nahi tha. Lekin usmein bhi ticket nahi mil rahi thi. Ek last bus jo mama ke ghar jaati thi, woh raat 10 baje ki thi lekin usmein bhi seat full thi.

Toh maa conductor ke paas gayi side mein aur paison ki baat kar ke seat ke liye bolne lagi, lekin woh bhi mana kar raha tha ki seat available nahi hai. Maa usse boli ki woh usein paise degi seat ke liye aur usko commission bhi degi agar woh seat de de toh.

Maa usse baat kar hi rahi thi ki wahaan driver aaya aur woh conductor se poochhne laga ki kya hua, kyun itni behas kar rahi hai. Fir conductor ne usko saari baat batai, fir driver usse side mein aane ko bola aur maa ko bola, “Aap 5 min wait kijiye… hum abhi aate hain aapse seat ke liye baat karte hain.”

Vo dono side mein jaake kuch baat karne lage. Vo driver wapis aaya aur maa ko bola side mein aane ko seat ke liye baat karne ke liye, “Yahaan koi sun sakta hai… isiliye.”

Maa mujhe wahi wait karne ko boli aur thoda side mein jaake baat karne lagi. Vo kaafi der baat karein, karib 20-25 min. tak. Fir maa aayi aur boli, “Seat mil gayi hai, lekin woh kaafi stressed lag rahi thi.”

Maa boli, “Yahaan toh abhi seat full hai… hamein abhi seat nahi milegi… lekin 2 ghante baad ek seat khali hogi… ye hamein vo seat de denge.”

Fir hum bus mein gaye aur aage driver aur conductor ke saath baith gaye. Driver aur conductor dono apas mein normally hi baat kar rahe the. Uss time na woh maa se baat kar rahe the na maa ke baare mein baat kar rahe the – sab normally chal raha tha.

Fir 2 ghante baad hamein seat mili. Toh hamein single seat di thi bilkul piche waali neechi ki. Uss time lagbhag raat ke 1 baje the aur hamara stop dopahar tak aane wala tha. Main aur maa usmein baithe the.

Fir maa ne bola, “Tum so jaao… main baithi hoon.”

Main thodi der mein so gaya. Beech mein meri aankh khuli to dekha maa seat pe nahi thi, lekin main neend mein tha aur bhul gaya tha ki hum abhi bus mein hain na ki ghar par.

Fir 3-4 min. baad mujhe realize hua aur maine dobara aankh kholi to maa sach mein wahaan seat pe nahi thi. Fir maine seat ka gate khola aur bahar dekha to corridor ki lights on thi lekin sab seaton ki lights off thi aur poora corridor shaant tha aur khali tha – shayad sab so gaye the.

Main chalte-chalte aage tak gaya driver tak jahaan hum pehle baithe hue the. Wahaan bhi maa nahi thi – sirf driver gaadi chala raha tha aur koi nahi tha.

Main fir wapis seat pe aaya to dekha maa ki chappal wahaan padi thi hamari seat ke paas hi jahaan humne seat pe baithte hue utaari thi. Toh maine aise hi awaz di maa ko 2-3 baar, toh maa ne 2 min. baad hamari hi upar waali seat ka gate khola aur sir bahar nikal ke boli, “Kya hua?”

Toh maine bola, “Aap wahaan kya kar rahi ho?”

Toh boli, “Ye seat abhi thodi der ke liye khali hai to yahaan aa gayi sone, jab tak koi aata nahi, taki thodi der comfort mile sake dono ko.”

Maine thoda dhyaan se dekha to maa ka face poora paseene mein tha, uski lipstick aur makeup poora utar gaya tha, woh haaf rahi thi thoda aur baal bikhre hue the. Mujhe fir maa ke kandhe dikhe to kandhe nange the aur maa se baat karte hue mujhe unke sir ke neeche per bhi dikhe kisi ke halke se.

Fir maa ne bola, “Tum seat pe ja ke so jaao… iss seat pe koi aayega to main neeche aa jaungi.”

Toh maine bola, “Thik hai,” aur neeche apni seat pe chala gaya.

Fir 8-10 min. baad main wapis bahar gaya dheere se aur dheere se unki seat ka gate halka sa khol ke dekha to ek aadmi leta hua tha aur maa uske dono pairon ke beech mein baithi uska lund chus rahi thi aur dono pure nange the.

Maa ki gaand meri taraf thi aur woh lund chus rahi thi. Jab maine dhyaan se uss aadmi ke face ki taraf dekha to woh conductor tha. Woh maa ke sir mein haath rakh ke sir ko lund pe daba raha tha, beech-beech mein kandhe pe haath pher raha tha, boobs daba raha tha aur gaand pe bhi haath pher raha tha.

Fir maa uthi aur uske lund pe baithi aur uske upar chipak ke let gayi aur let ke kamar upar-neeche kar ke chudwane lagi. Maa apni kamar upar-neeche kar ke chudwa rahi thi aur woh maa ki gaand aur boobs masal raha tha, kiss kar raha tha aur boobs bhi chus raha tha.

Maa tez-tez saanse le rahi thi aur siskariyan le rahi thi, halki-halki. Fir usne maa ko seat pe letne ko kaha aur maa seat pe let gayi. Fir woh maa ke dono pairon ke beech mein aake chut mein lund daal ke chodne laga.

Woh maa ke boobs chusta hua chod raha tha aur maa siskariyan le rahi thi aur apne haathon tight karke jakad rahi thi. Woh beech-beech mein jab chodne ke jhatke badhaata to maa ki siskariyan thodi tez hoti to woh maa ko kiss karta ki awaz na aaye aur tez-tez chodne lagta.

Fir usne maa ko ulta letne ko bola aur maa ke upar let ke chodne laga, piche se chut mein lund daala aur chodne laga tez-tez. Maa ke muh se siskariyan tez ho rahi thi to maa ne seat mein apna face daba diya aur conductor piche se zor-zor se chodne laga aur jhad gaya chut mein.

Woh thodi der waise hi maa ke upar leta raha chut mein lund daale hue hi aur dono haaf rahe the. Fir dono uthe. Maa ne khud ko saaf kiya aur kapde pehanne lagi to main dheere se apni seat pe wapis aa gaya.

“May I come in?” asked Ruchi.

Karan thought about what could be at this time. “Do you need anything, Di?” blurted out Karan.

“We did not get a chance to know each other, just wanted to talk. I bought beers,” Ruchi said. Her dupatta was wrapped around her neck, giving Karan ample view of her cleavage.

Ruchi had a beautiful pair of boobs. Although she looked the most traditional girl in the whole society, she could not live without a dick for more than 2 days. Currently, Inder was giving it to her on a regular basis.

“Actually, I would get in trouble with my landlord, Di, if neighbours inform him of us drinking in his apartment,” Karan said.

“We can go to the boutique, it is empty, and no one would mind.”

She is so stubborn, thought Karan.

“Okay. Let’s go”

They entered the lift, and Karan could not keep his eyes off the cleavage. They reached the boutique and started talking after 2-3 beers. Karan started feeling dizzy, and he said that he has no love life and is a virgin. Ruchi just kept listening patiently after a few more drinks, and Karan dozed off.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, he saw that Sameera was sucking on his dick. “Ahh…man, what a feeling. But what is happening! It seems like a dream too good to be true. A dream?” Karan woke up suddenly and saw it was Ruchi sucking on his dick.

She had taken off her salwar and suit and was just in her black bra and panties.

“What’s wrong? Is there any problem? It is much bigger than I expected,” Ruchi winked. Though a nerd, Karan had a huge dick, almost 9.5 inches, and thick veins popping. Ruchi’s soft lips were wrapped around it.

He just sat there, shocked, trying to gather what was happening. Ruchi kept sucking, bobbing her head up and down, choking and gasping for breath.

“You have a boyfriend. He would kill me if he knew about this,” said Karan.

“Don’t worry, do you hear moaning sounds from the next room. That is Amit fucking Sonam aunty, we have an open bar kind of situation going here,” said Ruchi. Unhooking her bra, she showed her big, firm boobs. For their size, they stood firm, defying gravity with their pink nipples hard, poking out.

In the next room, “Ahh, Amit, my pussy is going to explode. Please go slower,” pleaded Sonam. Amit was riding her in missionary position and ramming her hard with each thrust, sending shivers down her Milf body.

Amit then lifted her and started fucking her hard in a standing position. “Keep your voice down, that nerd is in the next room,” barked Amit.

“Not possible. If you fuck me so hard it is impossible for me,” shrieked Sonam while she had her orgasm.

Amit just made her bend her while her body was still shivering from the orgasm. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, he went fully into her pussy. “Stop. We had had enough. Let’s take a break,” said Sonam, exhausted.

It is not enough for me,” Amit started giving thrusts, pulling out, and then plunging it inside completely. Each thrust was harder than the previous. Sonam’s entire body was shaking. Her huge boobs kept swaying wildly. There were ripples on her ass.

Her MILF body was unable to cope with a sexually charged youngster. She just surrendered and let Amit pound mercilessly till he came inside her. Ruchi realised none of her condoms were going to fit Karan.

She just pushed him into the bed, “Fuck it, I am going to let you do it raw.” She came on top of him, placed his dick on her pussy, and let it go. She started moving slowly on top, “Are you feeling okay?” Karan could only reply in a “Hmmm…”.

He still could not believe he was in a real pussy. Ruchi lay on top of him and started moving in a rhythm. Karan looked cute. She started kissing his lips, which sent a current through his body. His first kiss. More blood rushed to his dick, and it got thicker.

“Did it get bigger?” Ruchi thought, suddenly Karan grabbed her ass cheeks and started pounding her from below. Quickly, Ruchi realised she would be in trouble soon. This dick was too good, hitting all her spots at the same time.

“I am going to cum soon,” grunted Karan.

Ruchi was alarmed and quickly got away from him, but still ended up getting sprayed by a huge cumshot. “How can a guy shoot so much?” thought Ruchi. “Hey dumbo were you going to cum inside me?” she pretended to be angry. “Sorry, Ma’am, it was my first time, and I could not control it.”

“Cute,” thought Ruchi.” Call me, Didi.” Ruchi started rubbing Karan’s dick; it got fully erect again in no time, and she started sucking it. Karan wanted to deepthroat her. He grabbed her braid and pushed his entire dick till it reached Ruchi’s throat.

Ruchi pushed him quickly “Are you trying to kill me with this thing. Be patient,” Ruchi lay on the bed, opened her legs “Come now, don’t keep it waiting” Her pussy was dripping wet. Karan came on top and started fucking her.

“Sure, it is his first time, he has a great dick, but his waist motions are clumsy,” thought Ruchi. “Do it slowly, you have a big cock use it to your advantage,” guided Ruchi like a teacher. Soon, Karan got his rhythm. Ruchi wrapped her legs around him while he kept on pounding.

Ruchi pulled Karan, hugging her while he kept fucking her boobs crushed against his chest. “Do you want to cum inside your Di?” whispered Ruchi in his ears. All these sensations were getting too much for Karan.

He cum inside Ruchi’s pussy, dropping a huge load which soon started leaking from Ruchi’s pussy. Ruchi just lay there satisfied. “Let’s wash ourselves,” said Ruchi and dragged Karan to the washroom.

“What exactly is going on here?” asked Karan.

Ruchi started explaining, “Sameera hired me, Inder and Amit. Initially, it seemed like a normal boutique. But one day, after some drinks, she suggested that we 3 should have sex, and she would like to hear about the experience later. Also, she pays us quite well for this. Sameera covers all your expenses from rent to food. Sweet deal, right? Sonam aunty is in love with Amit; she just joined this place for Amit. She does not let anyone else touch her. There are only 3 rules here. 1- You can never force anyone; it has to be consensual sex. 2-You have to write down the experience and send it to Sameera in detail. 3- If you do not have sex in a week within the group, you are fired.”

It was too much for Karan to digest, “What kind of pervert was her sweet Sameera? What was in it for her?” thought Karan. They washed up and came to bed “Why is she doing it?” asked Karan with a sad face.

“No one knows, she never participates, you can’t touch her, no one can. All guys keep dreaming of her, but it will remain a dream,” Ruchi sensed Karan’s liking for Sameera.

“I don’t think I can continue working here,” Karan said, sadly. Sameera was the only purpose he joined the boutique.

“We cannot let such a tasty dick go to waste like this,” thought Ruchi. “Hey, I think she created this group to find a guy whom she thinks is worthy of her. If you quit now, can you imagine some other guy fucking Sameera?” Ruchi was trying to trap the fish.

“Yeah, she might be right if I stay, maybe I could change her mind someday,” thought Karan. “Okay, will continue. Let’s sleep now,” said Karan, and turned around.

But to his surprise, he saw Ruchi in a doggy position with her ass raised. “So soon! If you want to satisfy Sameera, you need a lot of practice. Come now.”

Karan got erect seeing his Di’s ass. He went behind and started fucking her, holding her ass. Ruchi and Karan fucked multiple times throughout the night and slept exhausted. In the morning, Ruchi woke up when her mobile rang. It was Sameera “So how was it?”

Ruchi looked at sleeping Karan’s face; he looked too cute. Then looked at the red marks present on her body. “He passed,” Ruchi told Sameera.

To be continued.

Hello all, posting the real story for someone else. Hope you will enjoy it.
Sharing my real experience with you all. My incident includes cuckolding and lesbian sex. It will post this as two parts.

I was working in Bangalore. I came to know that Harpreet and Sukumar Suresh were getting married. I was surprised because Harpreet is from Punjab and Sukumar is from Chennai.

Their mother language is different, and Sukumar’s Hindi is not good.  But love doesn’t see the language. They both got married in a short time and shifted to Chennai.

One day, I messaged Harpreet in Linden to socialise my resume in her friends’ circle. Harpreet forwarded my resume to her company’s HR and scheduled the interview for me. I was selected, and the salary hike is more than 50%. But the job location is in Chennai.

I moved to Chennai because I got a good offer and a manager role too. Sukumar helped me find a house. We both became close friends. After a year, Sukumar got the job in Chicago, and Harpreet put in her resignation. Harpreet was happy, and she offered a drink party at the pub on Saturday night.

Harpreet and I were there, and she had 4 vodka shots and 2 beers. After that, Harpreet became very high and vomited up the drink at the pub. I called Sukumar, but he was out of Chennai. He requested that I drop her off at home. I waited 30 minutes in the pub.

Harpreet’s condition was better, so we left the pub. During the drinks, she told me that she is not happy with Sukumar. But she is happy with Sukumar’s sister, Archana. She was keeping telling me that Archana is my love, making me happy.

Also, she wore a one-piece western dress where her cleavage is deep, and I see her big 34C boobs. We reached her home, but I wanted to take advantage of her. I feel that I can enjoy her figures as her husband is out of Chennai. She keeps saying, “I am not sexually happy with Sukumar.”

So, I asked her whether I could drop by her bedroom? She had a weird smile and winked her one eye. I parked the car, and we both moved inside the lift. She pressed level 8, and the lift door closed. I did not waste any time and hugged and kissed in the lift.

We both moved into her flat. I was horny and hugged her tightly. She kissed my cheeks, and our lips met. We were having a passionate lip kiss. Harpreet’s hands were moving around my back. Her one piece is not a skin-tight costume. I moved my hand underneath her thighs and touched her ass cheeks.

I was pressing her ass cheeks, and our lip kiss got more passionate. We had a good, long lip kiss. After that, I put her on the sofa in the living room. I smelled and kissed her neck gently, then I rolled my lips on her chest line and then belly, and stopped at pussy.

I kissed her pussy over her dress and pressed her thick thighs. Then I kissed her thighs and moved upwards to her pussy by kissing her upper thighs. I kissed her pussy over her underwear. She raised her hip, and I removed her underwear like a flash. After that, I unzipped her dress and removed it. She was in a pink bra.

Ahh! I saw her clean-shaven pussy, and again we both started the lip kiss. While kissing her lip, I pull down her right-hand bra strap. Her boob is exposed, and the other boob is under the bra cup. Her milky white boob is looking awesome under the lights, and I was ready to taste her pink nipple.

But all of a sudden, I heard a sweet, angry voice from behind me, “Bhabhi aap Kya kar raha hai? Tum mera hai” (What are you doing, Bhabhi? You are mine). Harpreet pushed me powerfully and hugged that girl quickly. They were both hugging, but I still couldn’t see the other lady’s face.

Harpreet is hugging her, and I can see the other lady behind. She is close to 5.2 feet and has long black hair. Her waist must be 29, and that lady is in a saree and covered her waist with a saree. She is not chubby but has a well-maintained figure.

Harpreet and that lady started a lip kiss, which made me a bit surprised. Lip kiss is slow, but it’s making me horny. They are not stopping the kiss, but they are both kissing slowly. Harpreet removed her pallu while kissing her. That girl removed her bra and made Harpreet completely nude.

Harpreet was pushed to the sofa by that lady. That lady started to suck her pink nipple. At the same time, she rubbed Harpreet’s upper pussy lips. Wow! It’s such a hot situation, and it’s difficult to control my dick. Harpreet started to moan, so I moved from my place to see that lady.

Finally, I saw her, and my first expression was WOW. She is not dark and not complex. She has a mole on her nose and chin. She is not less than a model and looks like a Tamil actress Nayana Tara. 29 waist, 34B size boobs, and 34 glutes. Her pallu was down, and I could see her flat belly with a deep navel.

She stopped sucking her boob and looked at me with anger. She showed her middle finger to me and shouted at me, “Po da (get out).” I had no choice but to leave the house. Seriously, she took my food from my mouth and left me hungry.

That lady’s name is Archana, and she is Sukumar’s sister. Harpreet and Archana both are Lesbians and bisexual. Later in the month, she demanded to hire Archana as her replacement. I managed to hire her because I was the hiring manager for the process.

Last week of Dec -2019, Harpreet left India along with Sukumar, and last week of Jan 2020, Archana joined the company. Her fate is good, and post her joining, it’s a COVID era, and she started to work from home. It was a difficult time for me.

Archana is not cooperating with any of the team members and has not learn anything for more than a year. Few people left because of her, and it’s a nightmare for me, as she did not do a single line of work.

During the COVID time, she married Diwakar. He works in Sweden and moved to Sweden once she got her latest passport. Her passport had expired, and due to COVID-19 restrictions, it will take three months to get a new passport. I was expecting her passport early because she would leave the company.

In between, she organised the reception with fewer than 30 people at the resort and invited me for dinner. I had my dinner and was ready to leave the reception. I was finding her to say bye, and I found her in the garden with her hubby. We both started to talk.

Her husband moved away as someone had called him. We both moved from the garden and walked towards the reception stage. Archana exposes her cleavage, and I can see her pink bra over her dress. Since no one is near us, I told her that you had taken my food from my mouth that night.

She looked at my eyes, and quickly she responded that I would satisfy your hunger. Then I told her that I needed a full meal. She looked at me again and said, I will serve soup, starter, main course, and the closing dish. Our conversation became wild on sex topics at her reception.

We moved from the reception area to the room. Everyone was busy in the dining area. We both moved to the lobby side and then got inside the room. We were in the room and discussing sex. The room door was open, but we were standing very near and started to look at each other.

Archana was seeing my bulge over the pants, and I kissed her waist. I never thought in my life that I would kiss another lady at her reception. I was nervous too, but Archana asked me to close the door. I refused to close the door and informed that someone might see us.

She laughed and told me that no one would come from the reception area to my room. Everyone is a senior citizen, including my unromantic husband. If required, they will call me on my mobile, which is on the table. Then I asked her what about your husband?

She responded that he was a lazy person and closed the door. With a nervous hand, I closed the door, and we kissed our lips. Archana wants to have a blowjob as it’s not possible for her to remove and wear the dress. So, she did not request that I remove my jeans.

She demanded that I remove my jeans. I was surprised by her boldness. She took my dick inside her mouth and started the blow, and I was massaging her hair. She moved her tongue over my dick and made my legs shake. Archana did not feel shy and gave blow for more than 5 minutes.

I cum in her throat. As expected, her phone started to ring, and she asked me to leave the room. Fuck! It was a memorable incident. She left me horny with her blowjob. But I was satisfied because it was the first touch of the woman after quarantine, and that too from the dusty sexy Archana.

After a month, we both met in the office, but Archana was sad. She told me that her husband went to Sweden without having the first night ritual. He wanted to travel back to Sweden without any health issues. I can understand her hubby’s position, and during that time, no one wants to get COVID.

Day by day, Archana started to feel the heat. She wants the pleasure, but we were not able to meet. She used to share her nude pics with me and sometimes with a nude video call. One fine day, we both fucked at the Oyo hotel, and after that, it’s difficult for both of us to stop ourselves from having sex.

We started to fuck at the hotel for the next two weeks, and later it became difficult to meet each other. She got her new passport and resigned from the job.
Archana was nervous during that time, and she also didn’t have a good impression of her husband.

Her hubby did not fuck her and preferred to stay in quarantine for a week, and cancelled the first night. Her hubby preferred safety to travel back to Sweden and did not fuck Archana. It was a favourable situation for me, and we both planned for a Munnar trip for 2 nights.

We booked a room stay at a hotel and flight tickets. Archana easily convinced their parents of the Munnar trip. As planned, we reached Kochin airport at 7 am. We did not get a taxi on that day, and we travelled to Munnar by state bus and arrived by 12:30 pm.

We had a heavy lunch and arrived at our hotel. Our hotel is a room stay, but it was on the hill. We both walked the 50-meter upward. It was an open area, and it was a home stay parking. From there, it’s another 50 meters of steep way to reach the hotel.

It was a little struggle, but we reached the reception. We completed the formalities and noticed that there is only one person at the hotel, and only the entry CCTV is working rest were not displaying on the reception TV. The reception person handed over the key and asked us to check in.

The reception area is a small room. We moved out of the reception room and walked another 15 meters, and took the right turn. Wow! The room view is nice, but again, it’s another 25 meters of walking from the place. The distance is covered with flowers and trees, with seating arrangements of small huts.

The building entrance is circular. From the entrance, we can see the green tea estates and one waterfall too. After that, it has a room. This home stay has 10 rooms, and 6 rooms are brick, and 4 rooms are wooden. We got the wooden room, and finally, we checked inside the room.

The air of the room is romantic, and I started to kiss her as soon as we locked the door. Our lips met, and Archana’s hands were all over my back. I put my hands around her waist and lifted her in the air, and continued with our lip kiss. She put her legs around my waist.

We were kissing passionately and fell down on the bed and did not stop kissing each other. We were rolling up and down on the bed. We were both kissing passionately, and our tongues got twisted. After some time, she broke the kiss. She removed my shirt and kissed my neck, nipples, and stomach.

She licked my stomach and sat on my belly. Then she removed her top and bra.
Then she leaned forward and put her boob in my mouth and started to moan dirty. Her moans were like, huh! Yes, eat my boobs, eat my pussy, eat me, and make me slut! Slut!

My hands were around her back, and I was sucking her boob one after another. I was biting and licking her nipple one after another. She was screaming dirty words. I bit her nipples hard. I was leaving a hickey on her boobs. Archana was screaming louder with bad words. I bit her boobs and left many hickeys on them. Then, slowly, I removed her clothes and made her completely nude.
Her Pussy is wet, and Archana is desperate for sex. Her lusty eyes were closed. She moved her legs wider for me. I rubbed her pussy slowly with my index finger for some time.

Her legs were shaking, and she put her hands on her face. I started to lick her pussy slowly. Ahh! She started her moans slowly, and her fingers were rubbing my head. Slowly, her moans became louder, and I increased the licking speed.

She moved her hands on either side of my cheeks and rubbed her pussy towards my tongue. Archana became very wild and was screaming like, yeah, there, yes, lick it, aww, little up, yes, and pushing my head towards her pussy. I kissed her pussy for a long time and made her leak.

Then I removed my pants and stood nude in front of her. She raised her legs wider and invited me to fuck her. But I make her give the blowjob. She is good at blow, and I pushed my dick inside her throat. She was making the noise like umm, umm, and I was pulling her hair hard and pushing my dick in her throat.

I cum inside her throat after some time, and we turned into the 69 position. We had 69 for some time, and she asked me to fuck her. I wore the condom, and in between, she positioned herself in missionary position. She put the two pillows under her waist and was ready for the fuck.

Her legs were in the air. Without wasting any time, I pushed my dick inside her pussy. Yeah! My dick reached deep inside her cunt and started to thrust. I started it slowly, and she was moaning fuck me, baby, yes, fuck me. After that, I increased the thrusting speed.

We can hear the Thap noise when my abdomen is hitting her cunt. But after 5 minutes, Archana’s moans became very low. She looks very tired and keeps her legs on the bed. She quickly went to sleep, and I stopped the fuck. We were sleeping on the bed without any clothes, and her mobile was ringing.

She ignores the call, but her husband keeps calling from Sweden, and that wakes her up from bed. She wore the top and got fresh. She left the room and was talking with her husband in the garden. I too got up from the sleep, put on the clothes, and ordered coffee.

She completed the phone call with her husband, and by that time, coffee was delivered by a hotel receptionist. He informed us that he will go out for one hour, and the hotel kitchen will be closed during that time.

It was late evening, like 4:00 pm. Archana and I were having coffee at the entrance seating hut. We both were enjoying the view of greenery and tea estates from the hotel. In less than 5 minutes, the climate had changed, and it was raining.

The rain was pouring heavily, and we were smooching and enjoying the rain.
We did not stop with the kissing as we both knew that no one was in the hotel except us. I pushed my hands underneath her top and pressed her boobs.

Archana’s hand was inside my shorts and rubbing my dick. She pulled down my shorts a little bit and made my dick free from the shorts. The sound of the rain pouring was like beautiful music to our ears. I removed her top and sucking her boobs. She too removed my shorts and rubbed my dick.

But all of a sudden, I hear a noise which makes me alert and quickly put her top back. Then later I put back my shorts, and Archana also noticed the different noise, and we both were looking at the reception entrance way. We found a lady running in the rain, and she is coming towards the room entrance.

Her chappal was making that noise. Finally, she reached the room entrance and was breathing heavily. It’s quite understandable that she will breathe heavily as she runs fast. But Archana pushed her hand inside my shorts and pulled my dick up. I don’t know why she wants to display my dick to her during that time.

I felt awkward during that time and looked at the Lady. She was completely drained, and her face looked down. She still takes heavy breaths, but my eyes were on her big boobs while she was inhaling and exhaling. She was very wet, and I could see water marks on her boobs inside the bra.

She must have 36D boobs; her brown nipples were erect, and I could see the water around them. Her boobs are brown. Further, I looked down, and she has a deep navel, and it’s easily exposed. Her waist must be 32, and water drops were going inside her belly.

Fuck! Though she wore the panties, I can see her little pussy hair. She must be over 40+ and looking so hot and sexy. My dick has risen to the highest point, and that lady must be searching the room for the key in hand bag. She would be the perfect Milf for the hill station, but I control myself, though it’s tough.

After a few minutes, I noticed someone was coming towards us, and I put my dick inside my shorts. That person is her husband. He is shorter than that girl with a bald head with a French shave. He is thin with a huge tummy. He is also breathing heavily, but his eyes are on Archana’s boobs.

Archana’s top is seductive, and that person was staring at Archana’s body. That lady picked the room key from the handbag, and they moved inside the hotel. They both stayed beside our room, which is the wooden room. Archana smiled and said to me, “Let’s do the adventure. I want to taste her pussy and Ass.”

Let’s wait for the next part to know how Archana tricked that lady and made her husband a cuckold. Kindly share the feedback at [email protected].

Hi there, I’m Swetha from vizag. I’m 29 and I moved to Hyderabad to work in a private banking company. I’m 5 ‘4 tall, 34B 28 38 are my measurements. The story begins in 2019 when I got cheated by my boyfriend. After that we broke up. Then one of my roommates Ramya took me to a house party to get out of the breakup mood. There she introduced me to her friends, and one of them showed interest in me. And I forgot to mention, she wantedly dressed me a little slutty. I even wanted to see what would happen next.

She offered me drinks and I had 2 vodka shots and the drinks started to affect me. One of her friends moved next to me and started talking to me. While having the conversation he slowly moved close to me and touched me here and there. I don’t know why but I didn’t resist him. He took that as an advantage and moved closer to my face and kissed on my lips. As the lights are dim and the music is trance and loud, no one noticed us. I didn’t want it and in the meantime I didn’t stop him either. Now he took that as a green signal and held my neck and pulled me towards him and started to kiss me on my lips. I couldn’t resist him and kissed him back. Now we are not in a mood to think about the place we are in or afraid that people might watch us. His right hand is behind my neck and the left hand is all over my body. He is playing with my boobs from above the dress and trying to figure out where my nipples are. As I’m in no mood to not back down, and my hands are playing with his chest hair and from there it slowly went down. Now my hands reached his crotch. His dick is rock hard and his hands reached my inner thighs. I’m all wet. That made him even wild and with lustful eyes he is looking right into my eyes and in that moment I know that the night is not going to end soon…

After a while we broke the kiss only because we were out of breath. He gave me a sign to follow him and while we’re moving to one of the bedrooms, my friend Ramya noticed me and winked at me. The moment we entered the room, he started to strip me down and I did the same and in no time we were kissing each other like two hungry animals carving for sex. He pushed me on the bed and in one go he pulled my panty down and came in between my legs and gave a little kiss on my pussy. It gave me a jolt in my body, cause it’s been almost 8 months since my breakup. Now he slowly started to suck me by inserting his tongue deep in between. He kept both my legs on his shoulders and made more room for him. His hands are busy playing with my thighs and boobs. In between he is pinching my nipples hard. It is painful and gives me pleasure in the meantime. I’m pushing his head with my hands and playing with his hair and with a jolt i had my 1st orgasam. His face is drenched in my cum. He wasted no time and came on top of me and inserted his dick in my pussy. As it is already wet it went straight in. His tool is bigger than my ex. And it was a little painful in the beginning and pleasure took over in no time.

While fucking in missionary, he is kissing on my neck and it made me more exciting and the mixture of both our juices are dripping from my pussy.
He gave me eye contact and my eyes and his eyes were filled with lust. I kept my legs around him and hugged him with my hands. Both our hearts are racing to win each other. I’m on cloud nine and had my 2nd orgasam. Now he turned me back and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He made me bend over to take me in a doggy style, which is my favourite. He caught hold of my hip and placed his dick on my pussy and with one go he inserted his dick in me. like a loaded gun he is fucking me in full speed. Now the best part, he started to spank me. By this the devil took over me and told him to fuck me harder. He told me to beg him for more, to which I responded in telugu “Rey lanja kodaka dengu ra nannu, inka fast ga dengu ra”(fuck me you mother fucker, fuck me harder). To which he responded in fucking me hard and spanking my ass even harder. I forgot where I was at that moment and moaned louder and louder with every push. I knew the feeling what’s happening and in the meantime he told me he was about to come. Right at the same time I had my 3rd and final orgasam and he shot his cum in my back and collapsed on me. I can feel his heart beat running like a thousand horse power car and mine in the same rhythm. We slept there for sometime and woke up to the loud banging on the door. We dressed each other and opened the door. Luckily it was ramya, she understood what happened inside. As it is getting late and our hostel gates will be closed by 11pm, we rushed from there. On the way to the hostel in the cab she noticed I was a little upset and she gave me his number. To which I smiled and thanked her. His name is Shankar. As we reached the hostel late due to the traffic in Hyderabad, the gates are closed now we have no option than to wait till 6 in the morning.

And then I had an idea to call Shankar and explain the situation. He told us that he lives near by and came to pick us up in no time.

We reached his duplex apartment and it led to a memorable 3some…

To be continued…