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Hi friends, I am writing a story after a long break. I hope you enjoy the erotic sex incidents that happened in my family after my father’s demise.

After my mother’s death a few years back, my father had a sudden heart attack in the early morning. He had celebrated his 50th birthday a few weeks back. I was 21, studying in my 3rd year of Engineering. I quickly called up Mamata Aunty, my Dad’s sister, who lives close to our house.

I took him to the hospital in our car with Mamata Aunt’s help, but he didn’t survive. He passed away before we reached the hospital. We cremated my dad in the evening and came back to the house, and it felt empty. I wondered what I was going to do without him.

Financially, we were well off, but I was alone in this big, bad world. After my dad’s cremation, most of the family members went back, but Mamata Aunty came to our house along with me. Mamata Aunty was my Dad’s younger sister, who was in her early forties.

She was a widow and had a daughter who had married recently. She lived in a joint family in the same neighbourhood. She took care of and treated me as her own son after my mother’s death. She used to say that I was the son she never had.

Her daughter Priya, who was a few years older than me, also treated me as her kid brother. Till now, I honestly never had any sexual inclination towards Mamata Aunty, not that she was not beautiful. She was a bit tall, around 5ft 6 inches in height.

She looked like Jonitha D’ruz, the Indian porn actress, but her upper and lower treasures were bigger than hers. I mean, her breasts and buttocks were big and awesome. Let me come to the story. Mamata Aunty asked me to take a bath and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

I came to my room and was still crying, remembering my Dad, wondering what to do, living alone in the big house. I took a bath, came out and wore a shirt and shorts. I sat on the bed thinking about my Dad, sobbing, and I lost track of the time. I heard the bedroom door being opened, and turned.

I saw Mamata Aunty coming inside the room. “What are you doing, Chinnu (My pet name). Anna (Big brother, my Dad) is gone. How long are you going to grieve like this? Come on, get up. Dinner is ready. You have not eaten anything since morning. Come and have dinner,” said Mamata Aunty, sitting on the bed beside me.

Mamata Aunty caressed my hair in affection as I wept like a baby. Seeing me not stop crying, she lifted my head from the bed and placed it on her lap. Even though my head was on her thighs, which were covered by a saree, I could feel her body heat emitting from her fleshy thighs.

I tried to look up at her face, but her massive breasts came in between. I kept on staring at her blouse-covered breasts as her pallo was slightly off and not covering them properly. Mamata Aunt’s one hand was on my hair and the other on my face, petting me like a baby.

“My brother is gone and I don’t want to lose you, my child,” said Mamata Aunty, bending a bit down, and kissing my forehead affectionately.

Now, Mamata Aunt’s breasts were resting on my cheek. I felt them soft and tender. I didn’t know what to do, keeping my mouth wide open, I licked and sucked her breasts through the blouse wherever I could reach. I knew I was wetting her blouse and she would think it was my tears.

But very gently, taking caution not to want her to suspect me of my kinky acts. “Stop crying, Chinnu. You have lots of things to achieve in life. You can’t keep mourning about your father forever,” said Mamata Aunty, kissing me on the cheek. Her breast tip was dangerously close to my lips.

The horny devil in me woke up I took that exciting tip in my mouth and sucked it on the blouse material. Mamata Aunty moaned lightly and said,” Are you remembering your mother, baby?”

I wanted to say, ‘not my mother, but you, Aunty.’ I wanted to hold her gorgeous breasts and feel them, but restrained myself. My cock had grown obscenely in my shorts, and I tried to hide my erection by pressing my thighs together. Mamata Aunty was not observing that I was sucking her breast tip.

Maybe she was thinking it was my cheeks or nose. I was excited and suddenly bit her tip. She was taken aback, sat up properly and covered her chest properly with the saree pallo. If she had observed her blouse, she could have seen saliva stains all over it. And I had not yet stopped crying to divert her attention.

Holding my head, Mamata Aunty made me sit on the bed. To hide the erection in my shorts, I quickly got off the bed and turned my back towards her. Mamata Aunty also got up and stood beside me, holding my hand. I had stopped crying and tried to walk towards the door.

Mamata Aunty suddenly pulled me, made me turn towards her and hugged me tightly. I didn’t know how to react to her motherly embrace. My body went rigid, and I stood silently for a few seconds, feeling her warm body hugging me so closely.

Seeing me silent, Mamata Aunty placed her right hand on my head, and her left hand was caressing my back, trying to console me. She was pacifying me like a mother does to her crying child.

She said, “Don’t worry, Chinnu. We are all here for you. Priya (Her married daughter) and I will always be with you. Now come, let’s have dinner.”

I was not hearing her, but felt uncomfortable at first as she had embraced me tightly. I was not used to being hugged so closely by ladies. Mamata Aunty had pressed her breasts to my chest, and her head was resting on my shoulders.

Her big breasts were tingling just below my chest, as she was a few inches shorter than I was. Her lips were close to my neck and ears as she said soothing and encouraging words. I, too, rested my neck on her shoulders, feeling her naked skin as she patted my head.

She affectionately pressed my face to her shoulder and was trying to console me. Consoling me, my foot. The way she was pressing her breasts on my chest, both our thighs touching each other’s, I was getting aroused, feeling her body warmth and the fragrance of a woman’s body.

This was the first time a female was hugging me, let alone my Aunt. As I was wearing loose shorts, my cock had bulged up, and I knew it was poking at her tummy. My poor Aunty was still consoling me by patting my head with her right hand. Her left hand was behind and was caressing my back on the T-shirt.

Letting my face rest on her shoulder, I started to weep again to hide my arousal. My free hands went behind her back and started moving them over her blouse and saree pallu. As Mamata Aunty was in mother mode, I was trying not to think about her as a sex object.

I knew that it would be incest. My mind was saying so, but will my body oblige my mind? Finally, body won over mind, lust took over. I hugged her back, pressing her body to mine firmly. I could feel her big, soft breasts being crushed onto my flat chest.

But yet Mamata Aunty was unmindful of what her hugging was doing to me and my arousal, and was still trying to pacify me. I had stopped crying, and my lips, which were resting on her shoulder blades, kissed her naked shoulder skin. My lips were touching and tasting a woman’s body for the first time.

Her massive breasts were completely crushed onto my chest. my cock, which was fully erect by now, was struggling between our bodies. Not able to resist myself, my hands moved down to her midriff and caught her naked, curvy, fleshy waist with my palms.

The gap below her blouse and above her saree was naked. I was sexually aroused by feeling her warm, fleshy tummy. Throwing all caution to the wind, I dropped my hands down and cupped both her ass cheeks firmly, feeling the size and shape of her voluptuous buttocks.

It felt heavenly to hold both her big, round ass cheeks in both my hands. Mamata Aunty was startled when I grabbed her buttocks in my hands. “Chinnu, come, let’s have dinner,” She said and tried to move away from the embrace.

Pressing my face on her naked shoulder, I said, “Thank you, Aunty, I feel like I am holding my mother after a long time. Dad left me alone. Will you always be there for me, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunty turned her face towards mine and gave a peck on my right cheek in a motherly way. While she moved her lips away, I felt like kissing her red lips, but not like a son, but like a horny lover, but I controlled myself.

“Of course, I will be with you always, Chinnu. Not only me, but also Priya. You will be a son to me I never had and a protective brother to Priya,” Mamata Aunty said, wanting me to be her son, but I wanted to be her lover.

While she was speaking, my fingers were trailing the gap between her buttocks. I was trying to locate her ass hole and her slit. I knew I was treading on dangerous grounds, yet I wanted to explore more of her body. I had seen her massive cleavage a number of times when she was bending.

Her big breasts were trying to pop out from the top of the blouse. They were giving a warm sensation to my chest. Now I badly wanted to feel and see her breasts, which were very close to closing. But how was the big question as she was treating and consoling me as her own son.

Nevertheless, I wanted to give it a try, but at an appropriate time. I knew she wouldn’t fall so easily, as I have seen her for the past 21 years. She was living a recluse’s life after her husband’s death. It will take time, I knew, and I wanted to take it step by step. A cunning idea crept into my mind.

I lowered my head down just above her breast slopes and started weeping again. I knew she would be worried. As I expected, Mamata Aunty looked concerned, pressed my face further down to her breasts and tried to pacify me. Her saree pallo had moved away from her blouse.

I could see her ample cleavage from the top of her blouse. My tears were wetting her chest area and I took another bold step. Stretching my tongue out, I licked her skin just above her blouse top, wherever the tongue could reach. I knew she wouldn’t be able to sense it.

My tears were flowing out freely, wetting her chest. As I expected, the poor woman couldn’t read what I was doing with her body. My one hand was moving in her ass crack, and another was moving all over the back of her blouse, feeling her warm skin.

The poor lady was busy trying to console her horny nephew. Getting bolder, I moved my face down to her breast slopes. I rested there, feeling the soft, warm breasts of my Aunt for the very first time. I had deliberately not yet stopped crying, and this time I was drenching her blouse with my tears.

As the saree pallo had deserted the blouse, my lips had free access to her breast’s top flesh, which was soft and spongy. I licked all over her top breasts, flesh, and moved my face further down to her twin peaks. I was licking all over her mounds, licking the tip of her blouse, her nipple.

It was hidden under the blouse, desperately trying to locate her nipple. It was hidden beneath the damn blouse and bra. I was busy nuzzling my face all over her massive breasts, nose digging in, and tongue wetting her blouse with my saliva, along with my tears.

We were in that position for almost 5 minutes. Mamata Aunty was consoling me like a mother does to her crying child. I was very much sure that she might have felt my aroused cock, which was trying to poke her hard on her belly.

“Stop crying like a baby. You are a man now. You have a long life ahead of you, Chinnu, “Mamata Aunty said, patting my head, as my face was nuzzling her breasts and was trying to pacify me.

Yes, indeed, I was a man. She was not able to read my mind as my hands explored her back and face, feeling the softness of her massive breasts. I hugged her more firmly to feel her body warmth and heat. And the damn doorbell rang.

“Looks like someone has come. Come, let’s go, Chinnu,” said Mamata Aunty, gently pushing me away, and I reluctantly left her warm body.

Mamata Aunty pulled her saree pallu up over her blouse, covering her twin treasures, and walked out of the room. I felt disheartened as I was close to coming. I didn’t mind soiling my shorts, caressing and feeling her body warmth. I took out a beer bottle and sneaked out of the room through the back door.

I climbed the staircase to the terrace and went below the water tank. It was my hiding and drinking place to have my Saturday drinks from the prying eyes of my Dad. But he knew it and didn’t bother to come up, giving me privacy.

Opening the bottle, I sat down on the terrace floor and started to enjoy the beer. I looked down at my crotch and saw my cock had not yet subsided and had made a tent. Feeling pity for it, I pulled it out to the cold wind and started jerking off slowly.

The busty body of my Aunt flashed over my mind. I started jerking off fast, hoping to get a quick orgasm. In one hand I had the beer bottle and in the other hand I was furiously masturbating my hard-on cock. I lost track of the time and came back to my senses when I heard the footsteps.

Wondering who it might be, I hid the beer bottle behind my back and tried to stuff my cock back inside the shorts. It was too late. “What are you doing here, Chinnu?” I heard Mamata Aunt’s voice as she came near me and stood before me.

Seeing Mamata Aunty standing before me, I struggled to insert my cock back in my shorts. But I was not able, as I was nervous and my hands were shaking in fear. Mamata Aunty looked down at my crotch and noticed my erect cock, which was in my hand.

She looked both shocked and surprised. I hung my head in shame, not able to look at her. I was caught red-handed while masturbating by my Aunt. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and I knew she was also caught up in an awkward position.

We both were silent for a minute, and finally, Mamata Aunty spoke, breaking the ice between us. “Come down, Rajesh. Some relatives have come. They want to speak with you and offer their condolences,” Mamata Aunty said and went and stood near the terrace door, waiting for me.

I was relieved as she gave me privacy to stuff my cock back inside the shorts. It was still strong like a steel rod. I got up, but to my dismay, my cock had made a tent over my shorts. It was looking very obscene. Feeling very awkward, I walked towards the terrace door where Mamata Aunty was waiting for me.

I saw her staring down at my crotch with her mouth wide open. “What is that, Rajesh? Are you going to come down with that THING sticking out like that?” Mamata Aunty said in an angry tone.

“Sorry, Aunty. It’s… not going down,” I stammered, trying to push my cock back to hide the bulge, but I was not successful.

“Oh my God. Your father passed away this morning and was cremated. You are drinking and doing awful things here on the terrace alone. Now go and do something to that THING, so that it doesn’t show off before the relatives. Do whatever you want and come back quickly. I will be waiting for you here,” Mamata Aunty said, staring at my crotch.

I hurriedly went back to the water tank bottom, hiding from the prying eyes of my Aunt. Pulling my cock out of the shorts, I started to masturbate furiously, standing and holding the wall for support.

A few minutes passed, but my cock showed no signs of ejaculation, and I was getting desperate to come. I heard my Aunt’s voice again.

“Are you finished, Rajesh?” I heard Mamata Aunty asking me.

“No…not yet, Aunty,” I said with heavy breathing.

“Try harder and come quickly. I don’t want anyone coming up here and catching you like this,” Mamata Aunty said in an anxious, hurried tone.

“I am trying, but it’s not going down, Aunty,” I said in a desperate voice.

“Get that ‘THING’ down and I don’t want you to look like a clown in front of the relatives,” I heard Mamata Aunt’s voice, which was a bit calmer now.

Desperate to get a quick orgasm, I pushed my shorts and briefs down to my feet and started to beat my cock at a furious speed. But with no results whatsoever. A minute later, I heard her voice again.

“Did that THING come down, Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked again, and this time I felt she was closer to me.

Mamata Aunty had stopped calling me Chinnu and was calling me by my name. I felt awkward. I knew she was furious at me. While I was busy jerking and thinking about her sudden change in her tone, I heard her footsteps.

I looked up and saw Mamata Aunty standing before me, staring at my cock in my hand with eyes and mouth wide open in shock. The shorts were down at my feet, and I had nothing but my hands to cover my modesty from my Aunt’s fiercely prying eyes.

Covering my manhood with both my hands which was fully erect, I looked at her with desperation in my eyes. Mamata Aunty stood like a zombie staring down at my cock, which both my hands were not able to cover successfully.

Clearing her throat, she said, “What got this THING this hard. Tell me honestly.”

Instead of answering her, I stared at her breasts shamelessly. Her saree pallu was fluttering due to the cool breeze blowing, and her blouse was clearly visible. Her left breast tip was poking out from the confines of the pallu, which got me more excited.

I thought of jerking again in front of her, but stopped thinking about what she would think.

“I think I got the answer. I was holding and cuddling you like my son and was trying to pacify you as you were in grief. But you took advantage of me. I had a small doubt in my mind when your hands were behind my back. I thought you were my baby and never thought you were a MAN now. Aren’t you ashamed to do that with your own Aunty? I thought you thought of me as your mother, not as a…,” Mamata Aunty said with a nervous voice and stopped midway.

“Sorry, Aunty. I got carried away. Please forgive me,” I said, shivering with fear, thinking that she would scold me or worse. She would tell about me to our relatives.

The story continues in the next part. Readers can email me at [email protected] with their views and suggestions. Interested female readers are welcome to have a dirty chat with me.

I enrolled on a teaching volunteer program in a remote village in the Northeast. I was provided an accommodation, but I was asked to cook for myself. If you would like to write to me, you can email me at [email protected].

The accommodation provided to me was in a hillside and there were only two houses in the hillside, one mine and the other a simple house which belonged to the milkmaid of the village.

Her name was Leela, mid-30s. She had an extremely athletic body and the face of an angel that would make athletes and actresses ashamed. Her husband is a woodcutter who left her for the summer village and will only return in the winter. Only a few remained at the village.

I asked Leela for a bottle of milk. She was happy. Her son was responsible for delivery in the village since I lived above their house. Leela agreed to deliver milk to me personally. Her son used to deliver milk from 5.30 am onwards. Leela delivers my bottle of milk when she sees the light in my kitchen.

I knew her by her body and her scent. Her smell hit hard: sweet, wet milk, dry hay, and the deep, hot musk of her sweat. It was a smell of pure, raw sex. She had the stillness and strength of the mountain itself.

Her hands were rough, made for work, yet they handled the heavy brass milk pails with a maddening, quiet grace. Her husband was a shadow, gone to the forest for weeks—a fact that became a loud, constant invitation.

She was built for strong use. Her shoulders were wide, her hips heavy and stable under the thin, faded cloth of her sari. That cloth fought to hide the generous, low curve of her breasts. They were full, the shape of the harvest.

The skin where the cloth pulled back was dark honey. But my mind always pictured the pale, soft white skin beneath, especially the dark, bruised rose-brown of the nipple. When the fabric shifted, a violent, sick pull of need hit my gut.

Her face was strong, but her mouth was always slightly parted, waiting. The daily milk exchange became the edge of a blade. I’d lean in close, fighting the urge to taste the salt on her neck. When she poured, I waited, breathless, for the inevitable.

My fingers grazing hers under the weight of the pot—a tiny, deliberate sin. The shock was electric. I would reel back, gasping, my hands trembling. It was a desperate ritual, measured by the frantic heat of my pulse and the sticky sweat on her palm.

Her eyes, full of the mountain’s lonely distance, saw the ruin in mine. Her simple, cold iron wedding ring was always there, a boundary that only made our need sharper. The “casual” relationship was a lie.

The truth was the raw, exquisite urgency we shared, leading us to the only real place in the valley: the cow shed. The signal was simple: a simple nod to call as soon as his son left the house for delivery. The shed was our theatre of sin, thick with hot dust and dry weeds.

Then she was there, a phantom from the tall grass, silent and immediate. She didn’t speak. Her eyes held the same flicker of guilt and fear, making our need a shared, terrible risk. The silence snapped with my first ragged breath, and she moved.

The warmth of her body broke every rule I owned. My hands, pale and desperate, grabbed the thin cotton of her blouse. The promised, shocking weight of her breasts pressed into my starched shirt, heavy anchors of her real life. The kiss was a furious attempt to gorge ourselves on months of slow-burning pain.

My mouth drank the salt from her neck. My hands became utterly desperate, tearing the cloth from her waist. Her rough, vital hands met mine with a wild frenzy, ripping my collar open, stripping away the teacher. Her cool iron ring scraped my throat as she pulled my head down.

The cold metal against my frantic heat was the physical contradiction of our sin. We sank against the sun-warmed stones, the air thick with sex and earth. This was not casual; it was a necessary, brutal consumption. It was over too soon.

We clung there, slick with sweat and shame, our chests heaving, forcing the breath back until the trembling stopped. The only sound was the loud, ragged sound of our recovery.

The explosive first time created a desperate routine. My classroom was torture; my day was built around the tilt of that brass pail. Our stolen time was brief, a desperate snatch of reality behind the stone wall.

She was honest about her quiet sorrow. Our bond was purely present tense, a raw, temporary relief. We knew the stone’s rough texture and the precise way the sun moved. Every time felt like the first time—the shocking weight of her, the musk.

The feeling of my civilised self being mentally dismantled by her working hands. I would shut my eyes, jaw tight with the effort of not shouting the relief of being utterly consumed.

I kissed the sweet, soft place beneath her collarbone before moving to the warm, heavy abundance of her breast, tasting faint milk on her skin. She had a way of pulling my hair, silent and fierce. It confirmed the utter ruin of the teacher and the triumph of the man she had uncovered.

The cool iron ring was always inches from my skin, the only thing keeping the whole burning world from collapsing. The end was a simple date on a paper. My teaching term was over. We didn’t need to speak of it. The time limit was the contract we had both silently signed.

Our last meeting behind the shed was different. The lust was still a raw fire, but threaded with an aching sorrow. The final act felt like a savage attempt to burn her image onto my very skin. I traced the calluses on her hands, memorising them.

I ran my fingers along the low, smooth curve of her breast, a silent, choked goodbye to the abundance I couldn’t keep. As she held me, the cold press of her wedding band became a solemn reminder of her tether to the valley. The scent of her—the milk, the deep musk—was a brand.

When it was finished, we lingered. She spoke once, her voice low and steady. “Go back to your books, Master,” she said, using the formal address for the first and last time. “This valley holds what it holds.”

The last milk exchange was cold and silent. She poured the cream. We did not touch. My pot was heavier than usual. Inside, wrapped in cloth, was a single, smooth, black river stone, worn round by water, still faintly carrying the scent of cow and earth. It was everything—a heavy, silent truth. I nodded.

I left the hills two hours later, the round stone heavy in my coat pocket. The mountains receded. But the visceral memory of her warmth, her strength, and the brief, absolute ruin she brought to my life was now a permanent, burning secret.

The days after that one accidental, sinful glimpse of Ragini Bhabhi’s waist were pure torture for me. I couldn’t focus anywhere. College lectures? Just noise. Football practice? Total waste.

I was only running around, but my mind was stuck on one thing. The moment when her saree moved in the wind, and I saw her deep navel. So neat, so perfect. Like some fucking magnet pulling my eyes.

Married woman or not, it didn’t matter. That image kept coming back like some curse. Every time I stepped out of my room, my eyes would automatically go towards her flat, hoping maybe she would open the door, maybe I would see her again.

And honestly, my stomach would twist with excitement mixed with fear. I used to get hard just like that, without any reason.

By Sunday evening, I was restless like anything. I was lying on bed, shorts loose, scrolling Insta reels and all, when suddenly ‘thak thak thak.’ Knock on my door. My heart jumped.

Who now? The landlord never comes without telling. My friends don’t visit here. I quickly adjusted my crotch and opened the door.

And fuck me… it was her.

Ragini bhabhi. Saree in dark green, blouse so tight on her boobs that I literally forgot how to breathe. Pallu is just hanging casually on the shoulder, showing some collarbone, her skin glowing in the yellow corridor light.

I swear in that moment, no woman on earth looked hotter. She was holding one steel dabba, wrapped in cloth.

“Namaste, Saurav ji,” she said. Her voice was soft, sweet. A little hesitant, but it melted in my ear.

I almost choked. “Y-yeah bhabhi,” I replied, trying hard not to stare at her cleavage.

“Rudresh told me you live alone… so I thought maybe you want some home food.” She stretched out the dabba.

When our fingers touched, a shock went straight down. My cock twitched instantly. I swallowed and stammered, “Th-thank you.”

She stood there one second more, like she wanted to say something else, then she just turned to leave.

And like an idiot, I blurted out, “Bhabhi… you want to come inside?”

She paused. Her eyes flickered, like she was confused. Maybe fear, maybe curiosity, I don’t know. But before she could answer, a door in the hall opened, creaked. She suddenly pulled her saree tight around herself and said, “I have to go. See you.”

And just like that, she left. I stood holding the hot dabba, watching her hips sway as she walked away.

That night I ate like a madman. Every bite felt like her. Spicy, tasty, full of flavour. While chewing, I kept imagining her rolling rotis, bangles clinking when she mixed curry, her fingers dipped in masala. My dick went hard again just thinking about how those same fingers would feel on my skin.

Fuck, it was like eating her. The next evening, I found myself outside her flat with the empty dabba. Like a fucking puppy. Knocked on the door.

Who opens? Rudresh bhaiyya.

Arre yaar.

“Ah, Saurav ji!” he smiled widely. “Returning dabba? Good, good.”

“Yeah, Bhaiyya, thank you. The food was really nice.”

“Come inside, come inside! Ragini made biryani today. You must try.”

For a second, I thought, No, it will look bad. But the smell of biryani and, honestly, the temptation to see her again, I stepped in.

Their house was simple, small. Some family photos on the wall. Rudresh looks proud in all pictures. Bhabhi was standing next to him with a polite smile.

And then she came out.

From the kitchen, carrying plates. Saree today was yellow, tight on her curves. The blouse was a little loose at the neck, and when she bent to keep things on the table, the neckline opened enough to give me a view of her cleavage. I froze. She noticed.

Our eyes met. She caught me looking. Her cheeks turned pink immediately.

Fuck.

“Sit, sit!” Rudresh patted my back. “Ragini, give him a plate also.”

She nodded, avoided my eyes, and went inside again.

Dinner started. Honestly, I don’t remember the taste. I was too busy stealing glances. Every time she leaned to serve, the saree shifted, showing her bare waist. Once her hip brushed my arm, I almost jumped. My fingers were itching badly to touch that skin.

Then, when she passed me water, our fingers touched, and we stayed for a moment, like a small electric spark. I looked at her. She was already looking at me. Her lips opened slightly.

Then Rudresh’s voice came. “So, Saurav, how’s college?”

I snapped out. Gave some useless answer. Couldn’t even focus. My eyes are only on bhabhi. She looked all flustered, like she was burning inside but couldn’t say anything.

That night in my bed, I just lost it. I kept imagining her waist, her ass moving under that saree, her shy eyes when I got caught staring. My hand was already inside my shorts before I even thought. I started stroking myself fast, imagining my tongue circling her navel.

My lips are sucking on her milky waist; her hips are grinding on my lap. Guilt and excitement are both mixed. I groaned into a pillow, cum shot all over my stomach. Only her face in my head.

The next morning, leaving for college, I heard sounds from their flat. They were arguing. Rudresh speaking softly, Bhabhi crying. My chest felt heavy, but I kept walking.

When I came back, Rudresh was standing outside with his boss. Fat potbelly fellow, slimy smile, eyes going up and down on Bhabhi like a hungry dog. She was standing in the doorway, holding her pallu tight like a shield.

The boss was cracking nasty jokes in Kannada, double-meaning types. Rudresh, poor fellow, was smiling, trying to please him.

Then the boss said, “Arrey Rudresh, your wife is too shy! Tell her to join us for drinks.” And he even touched her shoulder. She flinched.

My blood boiled.

I walked fast, footsteps loud. They all turned.

“Ah, Saurav!” Rudresh forced a smile. “Back from practice? Late today, haan.”

“Yeah Bhaiyya,” I said, my eyes only on Bhabhi. Relief flashed in her eyes seeing me.

The boss frowned. “Who is this?”

“My neighbour,” Rudresh said quickly.

I ignored him. Looked at Ragini. “Bhabhi, I need help with my food tonight. Please?”

Her lips parted. She nodded fast and went inside. The boss grumbled, but Rudresh calmed him and dragged him away.

As they left, I looked back. She was peeking from half-open door. Our eyes met. She mouthed, Thank you.

Two days passed. Rudresh went on a trip. The whole flat area felt too quiet. My mind is restless. Then, Thursday evening, the phone buzzed. Unknown number.

“Hello… It’s Ragini. Can you come to my flat? Need some help.”

My heart almost stopped. She had my number? Must be Rudresh who gave.

I typed back: haan bhaabi, swalpa hottili barthini.

Her door was slightly open. I knocked softly. “Bhabhi?”

“Come in,” her voice came.

Inside smelled of jasmine mixed with masala. She was near the balcony, back facing me, struggling with her saree pleats. Saree today was dark blue, shining in the tube light.

“This pin came out… I can’t fix it. Need to go out soon,” she said, cheeks red.

My throat went dry. She called me… for this?

“You want me to… help?”

She hesitated, then nodded slowly.

I stepped closer, hands shaking. My fingers touched her waist as I tried to tuck in the pleats. Her skin is warm. Her blouse had slid up, showing her navel. My breath got stuck.

“Tighter,” she whispered.

I pulled the saree tight around her hips. My knuckles touched her belly button. She gasped.

“Sorry,” I muttered, but I didn’t remove my hand.

Her back leaned into my chest while I pinned the saree. Her perfume filled my head.

Then she turned suddenly. Our faces are inches apart. Her eyes looked straight into mine, lips open.

“I don’t like how you see me,” she said softly.

My stomach flipped. “What?”

“Your eyes. They’re always… here.” She touched her own waist, then traced above her navel slowly.

I swallowed hard. “I… can’t help it.”

“Why not?” she whispered, stepping closer.

“It’s just… I have a fetish. For this.”

Her eyebrows went up. But she didn’t move back. “Fetish?” she repeated the word, tasting it. “And you don’t even hide it.”

“I try. But with you… impossible.”

She chuckled. “Ridiculous boy.” Then her eyes lit up. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”

My heart hammered like a drum. “Then I won’t.”

Her breath mixed with mine. Suddenly, my hands grabbed her waist, fingers digging into her bare skin. She gasped, but didn’t push me away. I ran my thumb around her navel. She shivered and grabbed my shoulders tight.

“Sam…” she whispered.

I kissed her.

At first soft, clumsy. She was shy, inexperienced. But when I groaned into her lips, she melted completely, pressing against me. Her hands went in my hair, pulling me.

I pinned her to the wall, mouth hungry. My hands roam everywhere: her hips, her breasts over the blouse. I brushed her nipple, she gasped, chest arching.

“We… we can’t,” she said, breathing hard, but her body pressed into mine.

I kissed her more deeply, tongue sliding into her. She clawed my back, desperate. Then suddenly thud. Loud door slam outside. We froze.

Her eyes were wide with fear. She pushed me back, quickly fixing the saree. I caught her wrist. “Bhabhi… you want me to go?”

Her eyes were full of fear and desire both.

“Not now,” she whispered. Then she pushed me slowly towards the door, breathing fast-fast.

I stepped out, heart beating like a dhol in my chest. She was inside, trembling, lips swollen, saree all messed up again.

One thing I knew, this was only the beginning.

Hi ISS readers, I am Krish. I am 40 and an executive working and settled in Seattle (USA). I am a loving husband and a father of a young son, but I am so tired of living this monotonous life. I long for sexual gratification, but I also intend to ensure some stability for my family, too.

That’s where I met Kanika, a 38-year-old woman in pursuit of a sexual interest. She’s 38, clever, self-assured, and pretty. We understood each other on the spot, and both had an alignment to keep things discreet. She did not want to risk her family commitments for a scintilla of happiness that we both were chasing.

We had an instant spark – not to mention one we couldn’t ignore. It got started with a paid discreet extramarital affair site in the US.

One day at work, I was bored and frustrated, so I logged into one of the extramarital affair dating sites. Within minutes, I was on a profile called Kanika, and we were talking about similar interests, like me, in our profiles.

I asked her in a random manner through the premium message, “What are you looking for in men here?”

The response came almost instantly.

“I crave a man who takes control. Someone who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it.”

Reading it twice, the words coursed through my veins.

“Control, huh? I can handle that,” I said. I kept thinking about it. How far was too far? I took a deep breath then typed, “What constitutes being ‘taken’ for you?” I tossed in a winking emoji, thinking, ‘What if she doesn’t respond? What if she does?’

Then her reply popped onto my screen, “Blindfolded. Hands tied behind my back. Helpless.” The words were blunt, deliberate, and my penis reacted to them before my brain could. This was more than flirting.

“And what would you want me to do while you’re … helpless?” I typed the words, weighing the weight of every letter. “How far would I go depending on the team I’m tangoing with?” I responded with anticipation that she would disclose more to me.

A few seconds later, she started posting her picture to me via the album share feature of the dating app. In the photo, Kanika was lying on her bed, soft and inviting as she splayed out her curves.

A silk scarf was tied around her eyes, the fabric stark against her skin. Her breasts were full, nipples taut, and the shadows between her legs hinted at something I couldn’t stop staring at.

I zoomed in my lens and tracked the lines of her body with my eyes, my breath catching in my throat. My penis pushed up against my slacks, the fabric suddenly too tight, too restricting.

Just then, the reminder of the work meeting popped up on my desktop, and I knew it – I needed to go to work, with a nice apology to Kanika and a commitment that we will continue to talk.

I completed the meetings very late at night, but still had the picture of Kanika, blindfolded and vulnerable, etched into my memory. The silk scarf, exposed skin, invitation to take control – all over again.

When I reached home and entered the shower, and shut my eyes, attempting to drown out Kanika’s body, but it didn’t help. Her face with a blindfold on, her parted lips, her hips bent; it burned into my mind.

Finished showering, I went to sleep next to my wife, who was in deep sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had been flirting with Kanika. I quietly logged into the dating app and found her online.

I messaged her to open up again and be flirtatious, “I missed you a little bit in my day.”

“A little bit?” In her playful tone, she asked. “Or a lot?”

I could almost imagine her leaning back in her chair, smirking and daring me honestly. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, deeply, almost before I knew it was an answer that she had chosen.

“Okay, a lot,” I typed. “What now?” The message came, and I froze. Her reply pierced all the tension.

“Now, you tell me what you really want.” I flinched. And the question hung there, heavy and dangerous.

My wife moved next to me, her hand grazing mine, in sleep. I pulled away, guilt stabbing at me all of a sudden. The excitement of this, the secrecy, the forbidden – it was already pulling me in.

I typed quickly, “I want to see you. I want to touch you. I want to taste you.” I stopped, then said, “I want to fuck you as though I have to because my marriage depends on it.”

The long silence was thick and stifling, and I waited for her response. I felt I could not breathe anymore.

Then the screen lit, and her reply was instantaneous, like a flash in the dark.

“Good,” she wrote. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

I looked at the screen. I could see my heart racing, and knew I could never turn back. Her message blared across my screen, slicing through the darkness like a knife.

“Tell me,” she wrote in a daring tone, “what exactly you want to do when you taste me.”

Now, I swallowed hard, the question on my mind. My wife moved beside me, holding her breath. I looked at her, then at the screen, my fingers shaking as I typed.

“I want to taste every inch of you now,” I replied, words flowing out more quickly than I might have dared to think of. “Starting with your neck, those soft little hairs at the base – then your shoulders…”

I paused, heart pounding, thinking whether to go too far. But her reply came rather quickly, and that fiery word lit something primal in me.

“Down to my breasts,” she said, her voice a low murmur in my brain. “Tell me about my breasts, Krish.” I paused; my mouth was dry, thoughts were running all over the place.

How exactly could I say what I’d only imagined?

“They’re perfect,” I typed, deleting and retyping until it felt perfect. “The perfect handful. I want to have them in my hands, to press gently, to tease your nipples until they’re hard.” My jaw closed as I slammed ‘Send,’ the truth hanging in the air like a confession.

“And then?” she said, her voice tough and persistent. I was almost able to see her grin, lips rolled up in such a way as to make my stomach turn.

I wrote, my fingers moving, “I want to suck on them in waves until you are moaning and begging me to stop. I want to keep them moist and swollen, wanting more.” The words were weird, electric, not my words. But those were mine, and I couldn’t take them back.

She replied immediately, “And where does your tongue wander after my breasts, Krish?” That question loomed large, laden with the expectation.

My chest constricted, my breaths shallow and uneven, as if the room had suddenly run out of oxygen.

“Lower,” I said, my fingers trembling over the screen. “I want to kiss your navel right down to your thighs, wetter than ever before, hungrier than ever, until you’re squirming beneath me.” The words felt like threats, like a thread strung loose. They were electric.

“Tell me more about my stomach,” she said, the low, methodical quiet of an adult savoring each syllable. “What do you see? What do you taste?”

I shut my eyes, the image on my side burning behind my lids – the smooth curve of her belly, the slight rise and fall of her breath.

“I see perfection,” I wrote. “A canvas of soft skin, crying out for exploration, for a title.”

“The taste?” she pressed the point across, teeth biting me, teeth pushing back. “What does my skin taste like, Krish?”

“Like honey,” I said. “Sweet and warm, with a little salt. I want to lick all of you and you’ll shake, and you will beg me for more.” A long thick silence broke between me, and I questioned whether I’d gone too far.

Then she sent another message, “Don’t end at my belly, Krish. You got my whole body to play with.” I was sweating in cold due to excitement and nervousness. “Then I’m going south,” I kept typing. “To the beautiful joints. Your thighs came apart, your heat rising to meet me.” The cursor blinked, taunting me.

Her message was very harsh, and to her, it was one such line: “Tell me what you’ll do when you’re there.”

My fingers trembled and I typed, “I’ll kiss your thighs,” I wrote, “beginning at your knees, working my way up, teasing and tasting until you are begging me to stop.” The words were the boldest.

Her reply was instant. “And what will you find when you get there, Krish? What are you looking for?”

I closed my eyes, picturing soft, fragile skin. “A sweet, swollen paradise. I wanna bury my face in you, savor every sip of your nectar.” It was as if the response were all in one person and all together sending a shot through my bloodstream.

The screen flashed again, and her words blazed down the dark, “Show me, Krish. Show me what you would do with your tongue.”

I was shaking but still replied, “I was going to part your lips with my fingers, and then I would slip my tongue inside, feeling every inch of you, the sweetness, the saltiness, the heat.” These words seemed dangerous, electric, self-evident. “I’d pull at the end to tease your clit with the tip of my tongue,” I continued, “flicking and swirling, getting you going with excitement until you’re begging me to stop.”

As my heart raced, I continued, ”And then,” I typed, breath catching in my throat, “I’d suck on you, hard and deep, till you’re moaning and arching your back, your body trembling with pleasure.”

Her response was immediate, “Tell me about the sounds I’m going to make, Krish. What would I sound like when you’re eating me?”

“You would groan; you’d gasp. You’d scream my name,” I replied.

Then her reply came, “Just think of my fingers, Krish. What about my hands while you’re down there?”

My breath caught. I took a breath out, surprised by the question. By now, my hands were already under my trousers, jerking myself so slowly back and forth. I asked her frankly, “Are you playing with yourself?”

Her reply came instantly, “Of course, and I am loving it. 5 minutes for the Grand Finale. Please pace your jerking as you go.”

She was so smart; I was bemused because she knew what I was doing. “Your hands?” I typed.

“Yes, my hands. What would you do with them?” she replied.

I wrote, “You’d clutch the sheets. You’d run your fingers through my hair, pulling me in closer, forcing me on, telling exactly what you want, what you need. You’d reach down and touch yourself, leading, showing me along, until all at once you’d explode in my mouth.”

I received a message and dropped the phone on the bed, my hands shaking as I had just liberated myself and shed a great load of sperm in my trousers. The silence hung dense.

My wife’s breathing was steady alongside me, much better than the chaos in my head. The phone buzzed again.

“You are amazing, man. I never had this kind of orgasm with my husband as we had real sex. You made a huge fire inside me.” I chuckled at the sentiment and replied that from the Bollywood film Mann, “Aaag to lagni hi thi, petrol jo sath tha.”

We laughed at it both and ended our talk by promising to push it a little further in the coming days.

*****

Well, this is my account of sexting with Kanika. In the next episode, I will tell you how we met in a hotel, which was a more steamy experience.

If you are a female reader who shares some of the same interests as mine in Seattle or West Coast USA, or engages in similar sexting around the globe, then please reach out to me at [email protected].

Hello friends! Main Priya, aap sabka meri outdoor fantasy ki story mein swagat karti hu. Dusra part deri se aa raha hai kyoki ye meri pehli series hai.

Ab sare part submit kar rahi hu to aapko puri series ek sath mil jayegi. Aur pata chalega ki mere sath kya kya hua. Ek sidhi sadhi achchhi ladki se apne apartment ke watchman ki kutiya aur gulam banne ka safar aapko bataungi.

To aap sab mere bare mein jaante hi hai. Fir bhi main bata deti hu ki mera figure hai 34C-28-32. Apne pehla part nahi padha to padh lijiyega. To apka jyada time na lete hue main story par ati hu.

Jaise ki apko pata hai ki mere mummy papa dur kisi gao mein shadi mein gaye hai. Main ghar par akeli nangi rehne ke pure plan ke sath apni outdoor fantasy ko experience kar rahi hu. Main road per raat ke 2 baje nangi chal rahi hu.

Abhi abhi men’s washroom se moot aur tatti chakhkar ayi hu jo mujhe bohut pasand ayi thi.

Ab aage. Main road par chal rahi thi par mujhe dar nahi lag raha tha. Mujhe ghar jaisa hi lag raha tha. To maine ungli karne ki sochi. Main road ke bicho bich beth gayi. Apne pair fela diye aur chut mein teen ungliyan daalkar fingering karne lagi.

Mujhe maza aa raha tha. Maine aankh band kar di aur ek dusre hath se nipples ko dabate hue fingering karti rahi. Aur das minutes baad wahi road par jhad gayi aur apna paani nikal diya.

Apni ungliyan muh mein lekar jibh se chatkar maine apna pani chakha jo ki bohut pasand aya mujhe. Maine road se chatne ke liye position change ki aur kutiya ban gai aur chatne lagi. Bahot achcha lag raha tha.

Mujhe ab pata chal raha tha ki kutiya ban ke chudne mein kitna maza aata hoga. Par main to abhi tak virgin thi. Lekin kutiya banne mein jo maza tha. Main road par kutiya bankar hi chalne lagi. Agar koi gale mein patta bandhkar mujhe khichta to kesa lagta.

Par kya kare koi nahi tha main khud hi chal rahi thi kutiya ki tarah bina patte ke. Par chalte chalte mujhe pata nahi chala ke kab main ghum fir kar wapis apne apartment tak pahoch gayi thi. Watchman ne mujhe dekh liya.

Woh mere pass aya meri gaand par tin char chaante mare. Mere baal pakad kar khich kar mujhe gate ke ander le gaya aur bola.

Watchman:  Priya, kya maal hai tu. Mujhe pata tha tu ekdam sexy aur hot hai. Kapdo ke uper se hi bohut hot dikhti hai tu. Sirf socha tha ki tujhe chodne mein kitna maza ayega. Khayalo mein to kitni baar choda hai tujhe.

Main: Sachin, please mujhe chhod do. Main fir se nahi karungi kuch bhi aesa wesa.

Sachin: Randi, tere mummy papa ke jate hi tujhe chodna chahta tha par kaise chodta tujhe ye samajh nahi aa raha tha. Lekin tu behen ki lodi nangi sadko par ghumti hui mil jaayegi ye nahi socha tha woh kutiya banakar. Saali raand.

Main: Sachin, please. Mujhe jaane do. Main kuch bhi karungi lekin abhi mujhe jaane do.

Sachin: Jaane dene ka man to nahi hai lekin 5 baj gaye hai aur tere jesi randi ko to achche se chodne mein hi maza hai. Jaldi jaldi mein maza nahi ayega. Terrace par store room hai tu waha par rahegi jab tak tere mummy papa nahi aa jate. Main khana aur pani de jaaunga. Raat ko tere hi ghar par tere hi room mein chodunga achche se. Roj chodunga.

Main: Thik hai par mummy papa ko mat batana. Kisiko bhi mat batana. Jab chaho mujhe chod sakte ho.

Sachin: Chup saali raand. Jaisa main bolunga tu karegi. Chal abhi mera lund chus ander tak le kar. Aur mera sara maal pi ja. Chal saali chus professional randi ki tarah.

Sachin mere boobs par chaante marta hai. Maine sachin ki pent niche ki. Uski underwear bhi niche ki. Aur uska 10-inch ka lund meri aankhon ke samne tha jise dekhkar main dar gayi. Main 2-week Tak is se chudne wali thi dekhakar hi meri chut ki aur meri fat rahi thi.

Maine uska Lund hath mein pakda aur tope ki skin piche ki. Lund ke tope ko kiss kiya aur muh mein le liya aur chusne lagi. Thodi der baad maine pura lund ander le liya jo ki mere gale tak jaa raha tha.

Sachin: Sali randi kya chusti hai. Achche se chus.

Main apni jeebh ghumane lagi aur chusne lagi aur lund muh ke ander bahar karne lagi. Thodi der baad sachin ne mera sar pakda aur jor se mera muh chodne laga.

Usne 15 minutes Tak Mera muh choda aur apna saara pani mere muh mein hi chhod diya aur mujhe pine ko bola.  Main sab pi gayi. Mujhe pasand aya.

6 bajne wale the isliye Sachin mujhe terrace par le aya aur store room mein lock kar diya. Main waha par fingering karti rahi aue so gayi. Sachin dopahar ko aur raat ko khana lekar aata aur pani ko char bottles de jaata.

Lekin jab bhi woh aata mere muh mein mut ke jata. Use achcha lagta tha aur mujhe pasand tha mut pina. Aur raat ko 11 bajte hi woh mujhe terrace se mere ghar mein mere room mein le jaata.

Aur puri raat mujhe mere hi palang par chodta. Puri raat meri palangtod chudai hoti. Niche security par koi nahi rehta tha. Woh subah 6 baje mujhe fir se terrace par store room mein lock karke duty par chala jaata.

Roj raat ko main usse chudti thi. Par ek din woh mujhe dopahar mein chodne ghar le gaya aur meri gaand maar li. Aur us raat ke baad woh meri chut aur gaand dono ko chodta tha. Woh har raat ko sab record karta tha.

Par ek raat ko woh record karne ki jagah live ho gaya ek pornsite par aur mujhe cam girl bana diya. Aur free main mera show chala diya. Usne mere hath aur pair bandh diye. Aur cam show par announce kar diya ki viewers jo bhi bolenge woh mere sath karega. Kuch bhi karega.

Viewers ko mera real name, Insta ID, aur WhatsApp number bata diya usne. Address nahi bataya. Fir viewers ki demand par ek love blowjob. Usne meri gaand aur chut bhi maari aur stretch karke dikhayi cam per.

Clothes pin ko mere nipples par lagakar apne belt se jhatke se kar nikala. Viewers ne kya kya karvaya mere nipples ke sath. Yaha tak ki usne jalti mombatti meri chut ko chhute hue rakh di aur mujhe kiss kar raha tha.

Karib ek minute tak usme meri chut ko jalaya mombatti se. Bahot kuch kiya usne viewers ki sari demand puri ki. Lekin jab mere mummy papa wapis aye usse pehle usne mujhe chhod diya.

Maine papa ke room se chabi li aur almari kholkar kapde pehen liye. Lekin Sachin roj tin char baar mujhse lund chuswata aur ab roj raat ko mujhe gate ke pass chudne jana pad raha tha.

Par jise main bohut bura samajh rahi thi woh to achchha nikla. Sala kamina bohut tha par. Usne mummy papa ko mere outdoor fantasy ke bare mein sab bata diya. Usne mujhe kis halat mein dekha tha woh bhi bata diya.

Usne photos bhi dikhaye kuch jo usne liye is din. Mummy papa ne mujhe bohut daanta. Sachin ke phone mein se sab delete karva diya. Sachin ne mujhe chodne wali aur live cam show wali baat nahi batati.

Kamine ne mummy papa ko batakar mujhe age aur kuch jyada galat karne se rokne ka plan banaya aur unke ane se pehle Tak achche se chod bhi liya. Kya chalaki ki usne. Yaha tak ki saree chudai ke videos aur live cam show wale videos abhi bhi uske paas the.

Par mummy papa ne ghar bech diya aur shehar chhod diya. Humne state hi change kar diya aur abhi abhi naye Ghar mein shift hue hai. Unhone mera doctor ke paas ilaj bhi karwaya ki main fir se outdoor fantasy na karu.

Par maine doctor se chudva liya aur ilaj ho gaya esa certificate bhi le liya. Aur mummy papa ka bharosa bhi jit liya.

Is Priya ne ab lund ka swad chakh liya hai aur chut bhi lund ke liye pyasi rehti hai. Par mummy papa ke bohut restrictions hai. Lekin apki yeh kutiya Priya chudne ka rasta nikal hi legi. Aur apke liye nayi series lekar ayegi. Ye series yahi par khatam hoti hai.

Aap sabhi comments mein batana ki story kesi lagi. Aur agar suggestions dene hai ya fir achche se batana hai ki story kesi lagi to mujhe mail kar sakte hai [email protected] Ye mera secret mail hai.

Sirf aap sab ke liye banaya hai. Aur ha koi lund mujhe chodna chahta ho to bhi contact kar sakta hai, lekin mujhe impress karna padega. Asani se nahi milegi ye chut. Aur agar kisi ko chut mein bohut pyaas hai to woh bhi contact kar sakti hai.

Please read the previous part before reading this part.

“Sorry ke bacche. Remove your hands from that thing. Let me see what your problem is,” said Mamata Aunty, coming closer and standing before me.

I never in my wildest dreams thought that I was going to be caught by Mamata Aunty like this. I looked up at her while she was looking down at my crotch. Knowing that she won’t relent, I took my hands from my cock. It sprang up and down as soon as it was released.

Mamata Aunt’s eyes got wide seeing my cock jumping up and down in excitement. I saw her right hand going down below my cock, and in the next second, my balls were being cupped by her soft hand. I groaned in ecstasy, and my cock hit her on her fist like a sledgehammer.

I saw a kinky smile on her face as she toyed and played with my hanging balls, gently, very gently. My balls were very stiff as they had stored my cum from the past few days. Pre-cum was dripping profusely from the cock tip. She observed that.

She brought her hand up from the balls and placed her palm directly on the cock tip. My pre-cum made her palm wet and got her palm wet with my juices. The next second, I was shocked. Mamata Aunty suddenly gripped my cock tightly at the base and tugged it hard. I lost my balance and stumbled forward on her.

I tried to hold her shoulders for support. But she pushed me back with her free left hand. I fell back against the water tank wall. She was behaving like a school teacher who was reprimanding her naughty student for behaving badly. She moved her hand up and down my cock.

She was trying to jerk me in slow motion with no hurry whatsoever. I could feel my own cum on my cock. It had lubricated her palm for easy jerking. I felt like I was in heaven as this was the first time a woman was holding my cock. To my surprise, my own Aunt was jerking me off and helping me to reach an orgasm.

“This is the first ‘TUNNE’ (Penis in Kannada), I am seeing after my husband’s, and I am holding it too. OMG, I am holding and jerking my own brother’s son’s cock. I don’t know what more I have to see at this age?” Mamata Aunty spoke, keeping her head down, watching my cock as she jerked it.

Seeing me silent, Mamata Aunty looked up, kept staring at me while she jerked my cock slowly. I couldn’t help but groan in ecstasy as her tender hand moved up and down my cock. Due to her constant hand moment, her saree pallu slid and fell at her feet, exposing her gorgeous nipples with blouse on, of course.

I couldn’t help but stare at her massive mounds and the deep cleavage between the blouse hooks while she tugged my cock hardly. Her breasts were swaying gently, but they were held tightly by the blouse and bra. Otherwise, they would have danced before my eyes if they were naked.

“Why are you silent. Am I doing it properly, Rajesh? I used to do it for your Uncle when he was alive to get him erect. But I am doing it to bring it down. What an irony,” Mamata Aunty said, tugging my cock harder. My eyes were on her swaying breasts.

Mamata Aunty saw my eyes fixed on her breasts, and I saw a faint smile on her face. “Is this what you were lusting for, Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked me.

“What, Aunty?” I said in an innocent tone.

“My breasts, dumb boy. I now know that you were feeling my breasts with your face in the room. Did my breasts arouse you so much?” She asked me again.

“Yes, yes. Aunty,” I said, admitting shamelessly.

“Then what were your hands doing behind my back, Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked again.

“When Aunty,” I asked her again. She now knew how I groped her in the room when she was consoling me.

Mamata Aunty pulled my cock harder and said, “While I was hugging and consoling you, fool. Were you taking measurements of my ass to get me panties?”

“No, Aunty, I was just hugging you,” I said with a half-smile.

“Don’t lie to me, boy. I am 25 years older than you, and don’t forget I raised you after your mother died. I could feel your fingers moving all over my back and ass. I thought it was son’s touch but didn’t realise that you are a man now and busy feeling all over my body, you dirty boy,” She said, smiling now.

Seeing her smiling, I got bolder and said, “Yes, Aunty, I couldn’t help myself seeing your hot and sexy body so close, and I got carried away.”

“Again lies. Do I look sexy at this 45-year age?” She said.

“Oh, are you 45. I thought you were still 30,” I said, laughing at my own joke.

“If I am 30, then my 22-year-old daughter Priya is still 8, you fool,” Mamata Aunty said, bringing her face close to mine.

I saw her lips closely and thought of kissing her red-hot lips and seeing how soft they were, but stopped. Instead, I chided her, saying, “I thought you were Priya’s elder sister and not her mom.”

Mamata Aunty laughed out loud and said, “You know how to praise and seduce women. Did you learn this from your Dad?”

“Did you help my Dad like this after my mother’s death, Aunty?” I asked her curiously.

Mamata Aunty glared at me with piercing eyes and said angrily, “Shut up, besharam. I don’t know what my brother will be thinking seeing me helping you like this. May God rest his soul in peace.”

Since Mamata Aunty was holding my cock firmly and jerking me hard, I was feeling pain. I kept my hand and tried to slow her down. She looked at me and asked, “How long are you going to take to cum, Chinnu?”

“Sorry, Aunty. Usually, I cum early, I don’t know why it’s taking so long today,” I confessed.

“My husband, I mean your Uncle, would have split out by now. I should admit that you have good withholding power. Your future wife is a lucky girl,” She said.

“Why will she be lucky, Aunty?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“Ah, because you can go on and on at her for a very long time. That’s why I said she will be very lucky,” Mamata Aunty said, jerking my cock faster, spoke again,” Why this damn THING is not going down. Tell me what will make this THING COOL DOWN.”

Instead of answering her, I stared at her breast mounds and cleavage shamelessly, and she noticed that. “You were so brave to fondle my body when I hugged you. Why are you hesitating now and standing like a zombie?” Mamata Aunty asked by lifting my chin with her free left hand.

I stared at her and knew she was not joking. My mouth went dry hearing her offer. Nervously, finally, I asked her, “Can I touch them, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunt’s face beamed with a big smile and said, “What do you want to touch Chinnu?”

Was she testing me, I wondered. Nevertheless, I asked again, “Can I touch your boobs, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunty laughed loudly and said, “I thought you were never going to ask. I know that nowadays, boys want to feel women’s breasts and nothing else. Yes, you can, but on one condition.”

I had raised both my hands to grope her breasts, but stopped hearing her. “What condition, Aunty?” I asked her.

“I want you to kiss me. But not as my nephew, like a ‘MAN,” Mamata Aunty said, blushing, inviting me to kiss her. I saw her biting her lower lip with her teeth, with her tongue protruding out of her lips. I couldn’t believe my own ears.

My naïve, pious housewife Aunty was asking me to kiss her and inviting me to feel and touch her breasts. What more can a 21-year-old man ask for? First, the kiss on her breasts, I was in a dilemma, and she herself cleared my confusion.

Holding my cock firmly at the base, Mamata Aunty leaned forward, bringing her shivering lips close to mine. I could see sweat beads forming on her upper lip on that cold night. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips on hers, feeling a mature woman’s lips and saliva for the first time.

Down, my hands had moved up and cupped both her breasts on the blouse, and gave a gentle squeeze to test their softness. They took different shapes as I pressed them hard.

Mamata Aunty moaned in my mouth as my hands pressed her massive breasts, showing no mercy. She quickly took my upper lip in her mouth and started sucking it. Her lower lip was in my mouth, and she was urging me to suck it. I sucked her soft lips, tasting her saliva.

My thumbs were trying to locate her nipples, but I was not able to. Getting desperate, I dug both my hands fingers into her blouse from the top and felt her naked breasts’ skin, which was very soft and warm as I imagined. My fingers encountered her bra strap.

I slid my fingers inside the tight bra straps, hoping to reach the final destination, her nipples. Which I was eager to feel. Finally, my fingers touched her nipples, and I held both nipples and gave a light squeeze. I found them hard and knew she was very much aroused.

Taking advantage of the situation, I pushed both my hands inside her bra. I was hoping to cup her full, naked breasts. In that melee, I felt one or two of her blouse hooks giving up. Since the blouse was loose now, my hands freely went inside her bra.

Now my hands were cupping her full, naked breasts and pressing them as I wanted to. As both my hands were touching and feeling my Aunt’s naked breasts, she got wild, took my tongue in her mouth and started sucking it like a lollipop.

We were both breathing hard and sucking each other’s saliva like there was no tomorrow. I felt her hand releasing my cock, and both her hands embraced me across my back. Mamata Aunty got more aggressive in kissing my lips and sucking my tongue. She pushed her own tongue inside my mouth.

I got the hint. I sucked her tongue, and it was soft and sweet as I was beginning to like her saliva taste. As she had leaned on me, I was not able to squeeze her breasts properly like before. But my cock was on her naked tummy skin and was trying to dig a hole in her.

The poor thing didn’t know that the door to heaven was a few inches below. Will she give me her pussy to fuck? That was the next big question. Nevertheless, I was enjoying feasting her soft lips, tender tongue and her groping her massive breasts.

Five minutes later, we were both gasping for air as we were kissing nonstop. Mamata Aunty took her lips off mine and stood properly. For the first time, I saw her as a woman filled with lust rather than the motherly nature she had.

“Sorry, Chinnu. I got carried away like you. Hope you didn’t mind my aggression, baby,” Mamata Aunty said, looking in my eyes.

Chinnu, Rajesh and now baby. “It’s ok, Aunty. I enjoyed it more than you. Thanks for your cooperation.” I said, staring at her blouse. Since the top two hooks were torn, the blouse flaps were parted. Her breasts were trying to pop out from the blouse top as much as possible.

My cock danced up and down in joy, and she observed that. Taking her eyes off my cock, staring at me and seeing my eyes on her breasts, Mamata Aunty said,” Are you not yet satisfied with them. You just now held them in your hands, Chinnu?”

Instead of answering her, I stood staring at her twin treasures, licking my lips. Knowing that I wanted more, Mamata Aunty thrust her chest towards me, and she said, “I know you are not satisfied by touching them. Be my guest, help yourself and do whatever you want with them, but come quickly, Chinnu.”

I looked at her and knew she meant business. Hurriedly, lifting both my hands, I unhooked the remaining 3 hooks of her blouse and pushed the flaps aside to expose the white bra she was wearing. The damn bra hook was at the back. I looked at her for permission, and she nodded.

Taking my hands behind her back, I tried to locate the bra hook, which was easy to find. I struggled for a few seconds to unhook the bra and finally succeeded. The bra cups plunged forward along with her massive breasts as it got unhooked.

Holding the bra cups in both her hands, she was preventing her breasts from getting naked. Mamata Aunty mocked me with her tongue sticking out. I don’t know what happened to me, holding the bra at the centre, I tugged it down forcefully. The bra straps slid down from her shoulders.

At the same instant, she took her hands away from her breasts, exposing them. It looked magnificent naked. I didn’t stop at that. I pulled the bra further down her shoulders, and it landed at her midriff. Now, Mamata Aunty was standing before me, topless and without any shame or guilt, exposing her melons to me.

“Is this what you wanted to see, right. It’s right in front of you. Go on, do whatever you want to do with them. But only for 5 minutes, and you should cum before that. Your clock has started ticking, Chinnu,” Mamata Aunty said in an urgent tone.

I knew that I could play with her breasts for only 5 minutes. I had to cum before that. Without wasting time, I grabbed her right breast at the base, holding it, I pulled her towards me. I mouthed the right nipple and started to suck it like a baby. My right hand went to her free left breast.

I started pressing it, and my thumb was tweaking the turgid nipple. I felt Aunt’s hand on my head, caressing and urging me to suck her breast like a mother does when she is breastfeeding her baby. I felt her free hand going down and taking possession of my cock, and she started masturbating me like before.

I knew I was not going to last longer if she jerked me like this. I now had her breasts to suck and to press. Morning, my Dad died and had possibly gone to heaven, and his sister was showing me heaven with her gorgeous body. Surely, I was in heaven at that instant.

I was not only sucking her nipple but also munching on the thick yet soft flesh. She was not minding that, as my teeth dug into the soft breast flesh, trying to milk her, which was not there. I got carried away and bit her soft breasts many times. She was busy jerking me and trying to make me cum as soon as possible.

But I was trying to withhold my impending orgasm. I wanted to enjoy my busty Aunty as long as possible. My cock was leaking pre-cum profusely, and her palm was lubricated, making it easy for her to jerk me. The time had stopped for me. I never wanted this to end.

I was getting so much pleasure from my Aunt. I didn’t bother to see if she was enjoying as much as I was. Human beings tend to think only about themselves and don’t bother to see if the partner is enjoying the same. I knew I was close to cum and wanted to warn her.

Taking the nipple of my mouth, I looked up at her and said,” I am close, Aunty.” Mamata Aunty at first didn’t realise what I was saying. She asked, “What happened. Did you get bored with my breasts? Ok, feel me down and don’t hesitate to touch me as you like.”

Mamata Aunty took my right hand, down to where she had tied her saree and petticoat. My goodness, she was offering her sacred womanhood voluntarily without asking. I knew she was asking for the return favour. How can I refuse such an offer to touch and feel her pussy?

I knew I had to control my orgasm for a few more minutes. The clever lady had untied the saree from its knot, and it had fallen at her feet like a heap. My fingers touched the petticoat cord and dipped it inside, trying to reach her mound as much as possible.

To my surprise, she was not wearing panties. It made my task easier to reach her pussy mound. While my right hand was trying to reach her pussy, Mamata Aunty pulled my mouth back to her breast. But this time, it was to her left breast, which was still not yet being taken care of.

Greedily, I took the nipple in my mouth and started munching on it. Down, my right hand felt her pubic hairs and moved further down. My fingers came in contact with her pussy slit. Not wasting any time, my middle finger moved up and down her slit, trying to find her opening.

Once I found it, I pushed my middle finger inside her, and her pussy opened up to my invading finger. It was trying to grip my finger tightly like a vice. She was very wet and was dripping lots of her juices. Her juice gave me enough lubrication to finger fuck her pussy.

Mamata Aunty and I got busy masturbating each other in the cold, night. She was groaning and moaning loudly as my finger plunged in and out of her moist pussy while she jerked me hard. Only the ‘puch’ ‘puch’ sounds which our hands were making during the mutual masturbations were heard.

I was busy sucking, no biting her soft, tender breast flesh while I finger fucked her and she jerked me off. Now I knew I couldn’t control myself anymore.

Taking my mouth off her nipple, I looked at her. Mamata Aunty stared back at me and asked,” Now what happened, Chinnu?”

“I am close, Aunty,” I said, showing my cock, which was in her hand.

“Oh my God. Finally, you are ready to shoot. Ok, cum in my hand. I will wash it later,” Mamata Aunty said with a sense of victory.

Moving my finger inside her pussy, I said,” Shall I cum inside you, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunt’s eyes widened when I asked her permission to fuck and to cum inside her. She flinched when my finger hit the bottom of her pussy.

Regaining herself, she said, “No, Chinnu, this is not the time nor the place to have sex. I helped you to have an orgasm, and I don’t say that I didn’t enjoy it. I can’t lie because your finger inside me vouches for that, as I am uncontrollable today. After a long time, I have lost my senses and am leaking like a slut. I never felt satisfied like this, even with your Uncle.”

I was heartbroken hearing her and knew all was over between us. I finger fucked her furiously and fucked her hand using all my force. “Take it, take it,” I shouted and started shooting my cum in her hand.

Mamata Aunty was startled at first by my aggressive behaviour. But quickly regained herself and pushed my cock between her thighs. My cock tip was touching my fingers, which were busy fingering her. I pulled my finger out of her, hoping to get my cock tip on her pussy lips.

But the petticoat was a hindrance. The first spurts of cum fell on her petticoat, directly on her mound, wetting the white petticoat. The next few jets of cum fell on the petticoat. I saw her staring at my cock, which was spewing cum like a cannon. The petticoat near her mound was totally soiled with my cum.

The cum flow subsided, and my cock went limp in her hand. Mamata Aunty squeezed my cock till the last few drops of cum spilt out. She pulled the foreskin back and wiped the mushroom head cleanly using her petticoat. Her hand left my cock, and she said,” Are you satisfied, Chinnu?”

Pulling my shorts and briefs up, which were at my feet, covering my cock, I said,” Ah, yes, Aunty. But I didn’t get to do the ultimate.”

Mamata Aunty pulled the bra up and placed her breasts inside the bra cup. She said, “There will always be a next time if you behave properly, and you shouldn’t boast of this incident with anyone. Not even a soul, nor in your dreams.” Saying she turned her back to me, indicating that I hook up her bra.

Hooking her bra, I caressed her naked back, took my hands to the front and cupped her breasts again. Pushing my hands away, Mamata Aunty turned towards me and said, “I can see your THING jumping in joy when you touched my breasts. Are you not yet satisfied with them? You did everything with them that your Uncle never did when he was alive. Now, be a good boy and come down. I had asked Priya to serve dinner to the guests. I don’t know what she will be thinking.”

“What. Priya has come,” I said in excitement, thinking of my elder cousin sister’s sexy body. If her mother could give me so much pleasure, I wondered what she would offer me.

“Don’t even think of Priya in your dreams, Rajesh. I will strangle you if you try to get cosy with her,” Mamata Aunty hissed angrily at me. I knew I would spoil my chances with Aunty if I tried to woo Priya, who had an awesome figure.

“No, Aunty. I casually asked. I consider Priya as my sister. Why should I think of her in a bad way?” I tried to say.

“You call me Aunty and the result is in front of you, “Mamata Aunty said, showing the cum stained petticoat.

I smiled like an innocent boy, and she hissed and said, “Wipe off the grin from your face and come down 5 minutes later.” Saying, Mamata Aunty hooked her blouse, took the saree from the floor, and wrapped it across her tummy urgently.

Looking presentable, Mamata Aunty turned to leave. I don’t know what happened to me. I hugged her and said, “Thanks for the lovely gift, Aunty.” She was about to speak, but I closed her lips with mine, tasting her soft lips again and savouring her saliva.

Keeping her hands on my chest, pushing me away, Mamata Aunty said, “My goodness, you are uncontrollable. I could feel your THING hard again, and it’s poking my stomach. Finish that beer and come down quickly, Chinnu.” Saying she left.

The story continues in the next part.

The story continues in the next part. Readers can email me at [email protected] with their views and suggestions. Interested female readers are welcome to have a dirty chat with me.

Greetings to all the horny and passionate readers of this site. I’m a guy in my twenties with a horny dick and passionate smut writer and reader working in the IT industry.

This is the second part of the story “A reader’s invitation to City of Lakes – Part 1”. Do read this one before.

Sensual Morning sex-

I woke up around nine and called the front desk to have coffee sent to the room. We had a few sips and made some small talk. But I could tell she was starting to think about her day, while I had other things on my mind. I told her to close her eyes.

I grabbed the blindfold from my bedside table and slid it over her head. She gave a little smile, said the dark was nice, then rolled over on her side and said she was going back to sleep. She was wearing my long-sleeve shirt and no panties because we were up late enjoying each other the night before.

I wasn’t about to let her go back to sleep. “When you wear the blindfold, you do what you’re told,” I whispered into her ear. And I grabbed a naked hip and rolled her onto her back. At this point, I knew she was not yet in the mood, but I could also tell that she wasn’t annoyed.

I’m a lucky man – she would never gonna say “no”. I make sure she’s more than satisfied. I reached for coconut oil and poured some drops on her light brown pussy and gently began rubbing it.

Now, usually we are big on foreplay – cuddling, kissing, talking, touching. But the rules are different when the blindfold is on. I become more dominant, more demanding, and she seems to enjoy it. After a minute or two, I heard her first moan and felt her warm wetness seeping out to mix with the oil. Heaven.

I stood up beside the bed so I could rub her clit with my right thumb. I inserted a finger from my left hand inside her and very slowly started stroking her G-spot. I’ve learned how to vary the pressure and the speed. Touching her clit and G-spot at the same time to get her totally worked up.

After she’s fully aroused, she likes a lot of pressure on her clit and the slickness of the coconut oil lets me rub her firmly without hurting her. My pressure on her G-spot is lighter as I’m just warming her up for what’s coming next.

I teased her like this for maybe 5 minutes. She’s very swollen and making lots of sexy little noises, letting me know how much she loves it. You can learn so much about what a woman enjoys listening to her breath and all her love noises.

My favourite part about morning sex is that she’s incredibly sensitive and orgasmic. At night, the cocktails are fun, and her orgasms are strong. In the mornings, she has a different sexual energy, which she told me over a phone call. She’s also a beautiful woman.

Long brown hair, soft skin, a perfect smile, perky breasts, and a petite, very fit body. A nicely rounded ass that she’s not afraid to show off in tight jeans or workout tights. She’s in amazing shape for her age. She looks so hot lying there blindfolded, moaning, her swollen pussy shining with oil.

Now I am completely hard. While I’m admiring her body, I rub some of the oil onto my dick. I lift her hips and slide a pillow underneath her ass. I mount her, spreading her thighs wider with my legs. I grab the back of her neck with my right hand to hold her in place, and ease just the head of my dick inside her.

She gives one very loud moan like she did last night when I first penetrated her. I squeeze her neck harder and growl into her ear, “It’s my pussy.” Her breathing is very heavy, and I’m flexing every muscle in my body so she feels how powerful I am.

I say it again, “It’s my pussy.” I’m possessing her, and I want her to know it and feel it. She does. I can tell she is crazy turned on because she has both hands on my ass now. She is trying to pull me all the way in. But I don’t let her. I hold back. I give her just the head of my dick.

I told her she was a bad girl earlier for trying to go back to sleep. She can’t have it all yet. I tease her like this for maybe 3 minutes, in and out with just my head. She’s now going completely crazy pressing her hips upward. She is trying to force me all the way in while she tries to pull my ass toward her.

She will not win this struggle. I’m in control. So, she starts talking to me directly, which she rarely does during sex, “Please give it to me. I want the whole thing. Please bury it inside me.”. These are things I’ve made her say before. But they don’t work for her now. I keep giving her just the head.

Hearing her beg for it makes me even harder, throbbing so I’m sure she can feel it. I whisper into her ear, “When I put on the blindfold, are you my little slut, my reader?”

This feels risky because I’ve never called her a slut before. She’s so buttoned up outside of the bedroom. But we are both crazy turned on, and it was the right move.

She says, “Yes”. I said, “Yes, what?” She said, “I’ll be your little slut.” I said, “No, you are my little slut.” All the while I’m pressing just the head of my cock in and out, right on the edge. She understands and moans, “I am your little slut.” Those were the magic words I wanted to hear.

I thrust into her as deeply as I can. She gasped like I’d taken away all her breath and then practically screamed, “Oh My God!” I knew from experience that, as turned on as she was, and with her ass angled up on the pillow so that I was pressing up into her G-spot.

With my squeezing the back of her neck, she would now cum very quickly. From her moaning to her squeezing to the tightening of her neck muscles, I recognised all the signs. Always before, I’ve let her go ahead and cum at this point and declare victory.

But this morning I decided to hold the tension and take her right to the edge, so I thrusted four or five times, making sure I kept full pressure on the front wall of her pussy. I’m pulling back – the magic move to make her cum with my cock.

As I feel her clench up and just about to go over the edge, I say firmly, “No, not yet.”  I thrust all the way into her, stop moving and release the pressure on her neck. She was surprised. I’d never done this last night. I only waited a few seconds.

I started thrusting again slowly with full pressure against her front wall while again squeezing the back of her neck. Maybe 20 seconds later, I feel her start to clench up again, about to cum, and I say, “No, baby,” and again thrust deep, stop moving and release my grip on her neck.

I take her right to the edge of orgasm like this, maybe 4 or 5 more times. Every time I whispered in her ear, “I decide when you get to cum.”And each time she gets closer, faster, until it would only take 2 or 3 thrusts to take her all the way there. “Oh,” she is moaning so loudly.

At some point, she starts to sound desperate, begging, “Please, please, I want to cum” in a voice that told me it was time. I squeezed the back of her neck harder, which she absolutely loves, and said, “You’ve been such a good girl. I’m taking you now.” I could feel her entire body tense up with anticipation.

After 3 or 4 long, hard thrusts pressing against her favourite spot, she’s moaning. I could feel her pussy grip me in a giant contraction as her orgasm hits. I kept thrusting hard in and out right through her first giant squeeze. She was moaning my name over and over again.

The waves of pleasure rolled through her body, while the whole time I was growling into her ear, “Fuck, yeah. fuck, yeah. fuck, yeah.” I wasn’t thinking about myself, only her, but I suddenly felt my own orgasm build and hit. I exploded into her pulsing pussy. She cried out as she felt me start to cum.

I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand so I could pull her up and against me. Shooting my streams deep, deep into her. It’s rare that we cum together like that, but when it happens, it’s absolute magic. We were in heaven as the waves washed over our bodies in unison.

It felt like I was pumping a gallon of cum inside of her, and we together claimed every ounce of pleasure from a giant shared orgasm that seemed to last forever. She was still moaning my name as I squeezed her ass cheeks hard, pumping into her one final time.

We both collapsed onto the bed, blissed out by the lovemaking. She told me afterwards she had never cum that hard in her life and thanked me for not letting her go back to sleep. Love that morning sex. And then we both took a power nap for like 40 minutes and then got up again.

After our nap, Anjali woke up and suggested, “Let’s take a quick shower and then head out for lunch.” Because we were both still naked, Anjali got up and started walking toward the bathroom, her hips swaying with every step. I was instantly aroused again. Without hesitation, I got up and followed her.

I grabbed her by the waist from behind, pinning her hands against the wall. I gently nudged her legs apart, then began to nibble on her trapezius muscle, licking the sensitive skin behind her ears.

I then held her tightly in a standing spooning position, grabbing her hair with my left hand while my right hand played with her. Her pussy was already wet from the shower water, so I rubbed it with my fingertips before slowly sliding my middle and ring fingers inside.

I could feel her upper walls become engorged as I moved inside of her. Then I began whispering in Anjali’s ear, “I don’t want this day to end.” She responded with a soft moan, biting her lip. I lowered my head, flicking her firm nipples with my tongue and then trailing it down her flat stomach.

I nuzzled my face into her pussy. On my knees, I began to lick her, my tongue moving up and down her hot, wet slit as shower water ran down her stomach. I buried my nose in her scent, then slowly pushed my tongue in and out of her dripping pussy.

She pushed her hips into my face as my warm tongue filled the entrance to her tight hole. I increased the speed of my tongue, thrusting in and out, with each stroke grazing her clit. Her fingers tangled in my damp hair, pushing my head deeper into her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezing her slippery hips. I circled the tip of her clit with my tongue before lightly flicking it. The running water from the shower made her even wetter. I blew a soft stream of air on her, and the contrast of my warm breath against the water sent a shiver through her body.

I then wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking gently as my tongue flicked on and off. I turned her to face me, held her jaw, and gently asked her to sit down. Like an obedient child, she knelt and took my cock in her hand, looking up at me as she began to suck it like a lollipop.

With one hand, she massaged my balls while sucking my dick with an intensity that pulled me in like a vacuum. She picked up the pace, and my eyes began to close as I felt myself getting closer to the edge. I rose to my knees, my hard cock pressing against her.

I moved it up and down along her length, getting it slick with her wetness. I was teasing her clit with the head before sliding it inside. I began with slow, shallow thrusts, pushing in about four inches before burying the rest of my seven-inch length inside her. She let out a soft gasp as I filled her.

She rested her head on my shoulder as I started to pick up the pace. I drove my hips forward, my body slapping against her wet, hot skin. I held onto her hips, pulling her into me as I thrust into her. I lifted her leg with one hand, holding it to my side as I pounded into her.

She moaned and grunted, her cries of ecstasy filling my ears. Then I stopped, I came and sat on the toilet seat, and then I gestured Anjali towards me.

Like a hungry lioness, she sat on me in the cowgirl position, guiding my cock into her. With her hands on my shoulders, she started to rock back and forth, filling the bathroom with sensual sounds.

As she rode me, I moved my lips across her wet nipples and then to her armpits, making her even more ravenous. I grabbed her hair and lightly slapped her erect nipples, which made her ride me even faster. Her body tensed, and she cried out in pure pleasure.

“Oh, yes, baby, yes,” Anjali groaned, and at the same time, I shot a hot cum deep inside her wet pussy. We came together, our bodies shaking with the force of our shared climax.

Then we completed our bath, got ready, and headed out.

Stay tuned for more. I hope you enjoyed my story. I’m from around Delhi-NCR. For feedback and discussion, you can hit me up at [email protected] or via Google chat.

Hello, it’s Vijay here. We’re back with our next gigolo service tale. Here’s a story about a reader who read our previous narration and got in touch with us via email.

Let’s call her Divya (her name has been altered), and she asked whether we were cool with her wanting to have a gangbang with four males. Through the internet, my friend Dino called her and sent her pictures of four boys.

My friend instructed me to be ready on Saturday of the fourth week of August. He would introduce me to the other two guys on the same day when we went to meet her. Divya also said that she is fine with all four boys and that she owns a three-bedroom villa close to Sarjapur where we can meet and have fun.

On Saturday at 6 p.m., Dino and I met up with two other guys near Electronic City. We were almost the same age as the other two guys, named Vinith and Raju. We took a taxi to Sarjapur and arrived at the Divya location at approximately 7:00 p.m.

We messaged her, and Divya gave us the villa number. The four of us arrived at her villa and rang the bell. Let me briefly introduce Divya. She unlocked the villa door. Divya, who is in her late 30s, stands 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs roughly 65 kg. She has a gorgeous body with stats of 34D-30-34 inches.

After inviting us in and instructing us to sit on the large couch, she disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a full bottle of vodka. Together, the five of us sat down and began to take shots. Soon after, Divya began talking about herself because she was intoxicated.

For over nine years, Divya was married to a man. She used to read sex stories and watch porn to cope with her loneliness after her spouse lost his sex drive. She read our story while simultaneously watching the porn of Gangbang film featuring four males and a single woman.

Since she had never experienced more than one man while having sex, she decided to give it a try. She got in touch with us and scheduled the appointment. After we finished the vodka bottle and Divya got up, she turned down the lights in the hall.

She took off her dress and stood in her panties and black bra. We all four gazed at her. To begin the action, Dino told Divya, Let’s enter the bedroom. After reading our story about how we fucked the woman on the couch, Divya said she wanted to begin in the same manner.

The four of us boys soon took off our dresses and gathered around her, wearing nothing but our underwear. We began kissing and feeling her skin. I put my right hand on Divya’s boobs over the bra, while Vinith cared for her right boob.

My friend Dino stood behind Divya, kissing her neck and shoulder. Ram knelt in front of us and began kissing her tummy before licking her all over her belly. As I began kissing her on the lips, Divya reacted, and before I knew it, her tongue was in my mouth.

Dino took off her black bra clips, and the four of us stood with Divya wearing panties alone. Vinith pulled her right boob nipple between his lips and began eating her 34D-size boob as soon as the bra slipped off. Dino hugged Divya from behind while pressing her ass with his semi-hard dick against her ass.

Raju, who was kneeling, removed Divya’s last piece of clothing from her body and lowered her panties, leaving her standing entirely nude. Raju was instructed to stand by Divya, who then knelt in front of him and pulled his underwear down.

His dick was around 15 cm long and erect. After kissing Rajus’ dick and pulling his foreskin back, Divya took it in her mouth. The three of us were watching her act while standing around them in our undies. While staring into the eyes of the three of us, Divya began to blow on Raju.

Dino quickly took off his underwear. Divya used her left hand to feel Dino’s dick and begin to give him a handjob while blowing Raju. She moved her mouth to Dino’s dick and informed Vinith and me to take off our underwear as well.

We both were naked in a matter of minutes. Over the next twenty minutes, Divya gave us all four blowjobs. On her right side was me, and on her left was Vijith. Divya began simultaneously blowing out both of our dicks. She told us to control our cum because she wanted more time with all four of us.

Vinith cum on top of her breasts. He took a wet issue from the cabinet when Divya instructed him to do so. He cleaned his sperm off of Divya’s breasts. We touched our dick heads around her nipples after bringing my and Dino’s dicks close to her breasts.

After slapping her boobs with our dick, I instructed her to grasp the couch while bending in the doggy posture. I entered Divya from behind after the four of us placed a condom around our dicks. Dino positioned his condom-wrapped dick in front of Divya’s mouth after climbing up on the couch.

She started to give him a blowjob. After five minutes of penetrating her from behind, I switched positions, and Dino came behind Divya. I wanted to suck her boobs, so I slept on the couch and began sucking Divya’s breasts. Dino, meanwhile, was fucking her.

Vinith’s dick was erect for the second time as he stood there observing me, Dino, and Raju’s behaviour.While Dino and Raju were fucking her mouth and pussy, I was busy eating her boobs. For the next half hour, we swung ourselves around on the couch.

After taking a pause, Divya instructed us to follow her into her bedroom so we could continue having sex in her king-sized bed. Climbing onto the bed, Divya knelt in the doggy position.

Raju took the initiative and entered her pussy. I climbed the bed, stood on it, and put my dick close to Divya’s mouth. I remained motionless while Raju pounded her from behind. She was holding my thighs while her head shifted back and forth from Raju’s fuck.

Ten minutes later, Raju cum inside the condom. I changed position, grabbed Divya’s hips from behind, and got inside her pussy after Raju took his dick out. I was holding her hips and banging her. Vinith and Dino both placed their cocks close to her mouth.

Divya began blowing them simultaneously. She was groaning, and the sound of my thighs smacking her ass filled the room. I fucked her hard as Divya told me to bang her hard. I came after 15 minutes of fucking her. Dino entered Divya pussy and took my position.

Five minutes in her doggy position, he fucked. Then Divya instructed him to sleep on the bed, and she climbed on top of Dino, began riding him in the woman-on-top position. Vinith was told to fuck Divya in the ass. In order to place his dick at her ass entrance, Vinith climbed on top of them.

Holding Divya’s shoulder, Vinith began to enter her ass. Divya instructed Raju to take the oil bottle and apply it to her ass hole. Raju applied the oil. And soon Vinith was completely inside her ass, and Dino was inside her pussy hole. Both started to bang her at the same time.

She was moaning loudly, and the bedroom was filled with her echoes. I got hard again and moved towards her face and wrapped a condom around my dick. Divya took me inside and started to give a blow job. While the asshole was filled with Vinith’s dick, and pussy was filled with Dino’s dick.

Raju was standing and watching our act while stroking his dick. Soon, Dino cum, and Divya told Vinith to stop fucking her ass now. She got up and moved out of bed. Divya told me to lie on the edge of the bed and take my dick inside her asshole in the reverse cowgirl position.

She placed both legs on top of my thighs, and Raju entered her pussy now. Vinith wrapped another condom, and he climbed on top of the bed, and he entered his dick into Divya’s mouth. Dino came back after cleaning himself. He came near Divya’s boob and started to suck them.

Divya was moaning hard due to our fuck, I was ramming her asshole lying on the bed, and I was kissing her back. Raju was giving hard thrusts into her pussy as I could hear his thighs hitting Divya’s thighs. Vinith was fucking her mouth. Raju and I both cum after fucking her for 20 minutes.

Then Dino told Divya to get up from bed. Dino was standing on the floor when Divya stood on the floor. Dino told me to hold her from behind as he was going to lift Divya now and fuck her in a standing position. Divya hugged Dino, and he told her to jump. Then he lifted her.

Divya locked both her legs around Dino’s hip. I was standing behind her and holding her, giving her support. Dino entered his dick inside Divya’s pussy, and he was fucking her in a standing position. Dino and I managed Divya’s weight. She got excited by getting fucked in the air, and Divya started to moan a lot.

After a few minutes, Dino got tired and told Vinith to take Divya now and fuck her. Divya wrapped her legs around Vinith, and he entered her pussy now. Dino was holding and supporting Divya from behind. Dino entered his dick inside her asshole.

Now both Vinith and Dino fucking her both holes in the “iron chef” position. Divya was holding Vinith’s neck, and his hands were on top of his shoulder. Dino was giving her a hard thrust from behind. Soon, Dino and Vinith cum.

Divya lay on top of the bed. I wrapped a condom around my dick and entered Divya’s pussy in a missionary position. I fucked her for 20 minutes until I cum. Raju took the lead next, entered her asshole in a mission position.

After fucking her both the holes for more than 90 minutes, Divya told all 4 of us to cum over her body. She lay on the bed, facing towards the roof. We all 4 climbed on top of the bed and started to masturbate ourselves till we cum all over her body.

Divya rubbed our cum all over her body. She told us to wait in the hall and have the remaining drinks. She will join us after an hour. She took a small nap and took a bath, came back to the hall with a bathrobe around her body.

She told us to take a bath if we wanted; meanwhile, she ordered the biriyani for everyone. We took a bath, and the food arrived. We ate the biriyani nude. And then we had some more drink shots and continued our fuck session till 3 am Sunday.

We lost the total number of counts we cum. We took a nap around Divya till 9 am on Sunday. Divya woke us by giving us a blowjob, and made all 4 of us hard again. We fucked her again in both her holes.

When we finished our gang bang, the bedroom was filled with cum, and the bedroom floor was filled with condoms filled with our cum. We fucked her again till around 12:30 pm. Divya told us that she won’t forget her first gang bang session ever.

She shared a payment much more than what Dino had asked for earlier, before our meeting. We all 4 hugged Divya and kissed her all over her face. We left her villa.

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Hello guys. Jay is back. Firstly, thanks for all the wonderful responses. I couldn’t reply to you all on time because of my busy schedule, so sorry for that.

Now let’s continue with the story.

With Dimple back in life, sex feels complete. Although she is not that much into kink, I make my way with her. But one thing she doesn’t allow me is anal sex. I tried to explain to her, but she always denies me. Now, for those who have done anal sex know the tightness, roughness and pleasure it gives.

So, I got an idea of going back to Meenal for a favour. I asked Meenal for anal sex as we have done it often in the past. She straightaway denied me, saying that she is already with someone and our thing is past. I decided to blackmail her again by showing her our videos where we were naked.

She knew that her current bf was very immature and insecure. Meenal is only with her because he is rich and she enjoys spending money. So Meenal said OK, and we planned to do it at my flat. Luckily, I argued with Dimple, so my flat was empty.

Meenal and I went inside, and I jumped on Meenal. She was dressed well and smelled amazing because of an expensive perfume. I kissed her, and she was great at kissing. I rubbed my Hands on her body, and there was emptiness. She doesn’t have the curves of Dimple, but you win some and lose some; it is what it is.

I opened her clothes and mine too, and then I asked her for a blowjob. She was dominating with her bf and everyone else, but she was my bitch and still is. She immediately went on her knees and gave a blowjob, which was 1000 times better than Dimple. (Again, you win some and lose some).

I was about to come in just a few minutes, and I held her head tight. She knew that and started rubbing her tongue on the tip of my cock. She had mentioned previously that she loves the taste of cum. Unlike other girls, Meenal loves to take it in her mouth rather than directly swallow. She loves to chew and taste the cum.

Due to her tongue on my tip, I came and she tasted it. I cum a lot, so she paused and took the rest on her face. I felt like a volcano had erupted, and my legs lost energy. That’s the effect Meenal has.

I lie down on the bed, catching my breath, and Meenal goes to the washroom to wash her face. The bathroom was outside my room, so when she came back, she forgot to latch the door. I wanted some energy, so I took a viagra tablet I had with me and drank a lot of water.

I again felt recharged and began smooching Meenal and started mauling her small breasts. She was moaning in pain inside my mouth, but I knew she always liked it. I bit her tongue and lips and held her small buttocks and pressed them hard. I also spanked them while kissing her for a long time.

After I left her, she was in pain, and she said that it had been a long time since she had been treated like this. She had this sexy smile on her face, which excited me. I held her hair and pulled it and attacked my favourite part of hers, that is, her neck.

From my previous stories, you would know that I always gave Meenal love bites, especially on her neck. That’s my style of showing people that it’s my girl. Although Dimple doesn’t allow me to give them that extensively, she also hides them. In contrast, Meenal used to own them with pride.

After filling her neck with many bites, I took care of her cute baby pink nipples. Her boobs were red due to my mauling, and I made sure her nipples had the same redness. She was always moaning and shouting “aahh, harder aah” with tears in her eyes.

I spent a lot of time squeezing the life out of her petite lemons. Then I attacked her beautiful white navel and inserted my 2 fingers in her pussy. She felt tight (her bf takes less interest in sex and does plain sex only). After playing with her navel, I put my mouth on her clit.

I gave her an orgasm, for she had been longing for months. After that, I turned her around and allowed her to catch her breath; meanwhile, I locked her earlobes and back. After some time, I spanked her and said, “Get ready for the main action bitch.”

She said to wait, and I told her, “Don’t waste time and be the bitch you are.” She knew that there was no point in arguing and assumed the doggy position. I told her to spread her ass and spit on her cute asshole. Her boyfriend doesn’t do anal sex, so it has shrunk.

I inserted my index finger, and with my other hand, I spanked her ass cheeks. I kept spanking and fingering her till she was red and wet.

I inserted one more finger, and she leaked again. Now I put some saliva on my Dick and inserted it in one shot. Oh, what a feeling it was. Only half of it went, she screamed with tears, and I moaned with joy. I held her hair and began riding her hard.

With each shot, her moaning intensified. She said “slow”, I did fast. She said “slow”, I did hard. She cried from her eyes, I leaked from my Dick. But the viagra effect was still on, and I was not stopping. She fell flat, but I kept her ass rising and shots firing.

Suddenly, I heard a shout from my gate, and Dimple was standing there with tears in her eyes. She came to me and started hitting me, and Meenal got some breath to catch. She took a corner while I tried to calm Dimple down.

Was I able to convince Dimple to stay, or did she leave me for good? Find out in the next and last part of this series. Till then, reach me at [email protected].

I was standing in the kitchen facing the balcony. Suddenly, Rajiv Fufa came and hugged me from behind and started kissing my neck. He slowly inserted his hands inside my t-shirt and grabbed my boobs. He started squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples.

While doing this, he was also rubbing his now semi-erect cock on my ass crack over my shorts. Suddenly, we heard some sound from the bedroom, but Buwa was in a deep sleep. We continued our play. Now I turned my face towards him and removed my t-shirt and took Fufa’s head on my boobs.

He instantly started sucking my boobs, and his tongue played with my nipples. I inserted my hand in his shorts and grabbed his semi-erect cock and started stroking it slowly. It became hard in no time, and the whole 7 inches of it was standing tall, pointing upwards in my hand.

Fufa was kissing, biting, and chewing my boobs and nipples, and he had given lots of love bites on my upper body. I was in no mood to stop him. But I pulled myself away and pulled his cock out of his shorts. At first, I only bent forward and planted a soft kiss on his cockhead by retracting his foreskin.

He left out a soft moan. Then I licked his cockhead with my tongue. It was full of precum by now, and I just loved the taste of it. I started circling my tongue on his cockhead and licked and sucked it passionately. Then, with the tip of my tongue, I started to lick his cock.

From bottom to top, while maintaining eye contact with him. On this, he went crazy and held my head and forced his entire cock inside my mouth. It went so deep I literally gagged loudly. Fufa was now fucking my throat with amazing pace and force, and I was loving it to my core.

I kept sucking him for quite a while. And then he couldn’t wait and pulled me up. We again kissed passionately, and I exchanged some of his precum from my mouth to his. I glanced at his cock.

In that dim light, it was also shining like a diamond because of the mixture of my saliva and his precum. He now turned me around and started rubbing his cock in my ass crack by spreading my ass cheeks. He rubbed all his precum in my ass crack.

I was feeling so horny that I was pressing my ass more and more on his cock, and I too couldn’t control myself anymore. Fufa took a raw coconut oil bottle and started pouring some of it on my ass crack.

He poured a good amount of oil and then. Without further waiting, he rubbed all the oil on my crack and inserted his two fingers deep in my ass. I have been fucked by many cocks many times, hence my hole isn’t that tight. His fingers went in like a bullet because of too much oil.

I felt a little bit of pain and too much pleasure, and my cock also got erect. He kept fingering my asshole for a good few minutes, I enjoyed every bit of it and all during this time I was stroking his cock. He poured some oil on his cock, and I kept stroking it to lubricate it nicely.

It’s been quite a while now, and his cock and my ass are lubricated nicely. I bent more forward on the kitchen counter. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and spread my ass cheeks to make room for his cock. I lifted my ass in the air for him as he was much taller than I was.

Fufa again rubbed his cock on my asshole for a few seconds, and with nice timing, he pushed the tip of his cock in. His cock was nice and thick. I moaned in pleasure. He again pushed, and this time half of his cockhead went in. I shivered with excitement and spread my ass cheeks more.

He again pushed and inserted his whole cock head in my ass. It was quite thick and was unable to control, and hissed a bit loudly. He choked my neck from behind and gave a hard spank on my ass. We were not bothered about the sound now, as it was a peak sexual experience.

He took his cock out and did the same thing 10 to 15 times just to tease me. I was in no control, so I yelled at him, “Fuck me now, you bastard, I am craving for your cock, just tear apart my asshole.” This gave him an extra kick.

This time, not even wasting a second, he gave a hard push and inserted all his cock in my ass. I moaned like I never moaned before. I felt every centimetre of my ass. His cock went straight into my rectum, and I cried out in pleasure. He stayed in that position for a few seconds.

I got adjusted to his cock by that time and started moving my ass to and fro on his cock to take his cock deeper. He understood that and now started to fuck me with a steady pace. He was holding me by my waist, and he was choking my neck from behind.

With every shot in my ass, his cock was digging deeper. I was in heaven now. The pace was so great that I was able to sync my thrusting moments with his. He kept fucking and fucking, he definitely had great stamina. He fucked me like that for about 15 minutes.

Then he hugged me by my waist and lifted me in the air with his cock still inside my ass. He now lay on the floor on his back, and I was on top of him in reverse cowgirl position. Now it’s my turn, I started wiggling my waist too and fro and started taking his cock deep and deep in my ass.

It was so amazing that I was hissing and moaning at every moment I made. I started riding him. He was now spreading my ass wide and started inserting his finger in my ass along with his cock already in. This gave me ultimate sensation as I was never double penetrated before.

I started riding him even passionately. I was really happy and horny, I ride him like this for another 10 minutes, and he suddenly again got up, lifted me from behind with his cock in my asshole as I stretched my legs in front. He turned around and put me on the ground.

I understood he wanted doggy style. So, I rested my head on the ground, my knees were on the ground, I stretched my legs as wide as I could and lifted my ass high in the air to give him full access. He spat in my asshole now and started rubbing his cock.

He was an expert at bottom fucking. Only if I knew this earlier. He again started fucking me with high intensity, and the sound of his balls hitting my balls was amazing. I was also feeling his balls hitting my balls. He again started fucking me nicely. I surrendered myself to him completely.

He fucked me like that and now leaned completely on my back. He now grabbed both my hands and held them tight. He spread them open and gave a really hard push, because of which I was thrown on the ground. Now I was lying on my stomach with hi,m grabbing my hands, his cock deep in my ass.

He now released my hand and started fucking from behind while being on top of me. He now pushed his arms through my waist and grabbed my boobs again. He was crushing my boobs and nipples while pounding my ass hard. He increased his pace now and was fucking me furiously.

I was also at my fullest arousal. He fucked like that for a good 15 minutes. I started feeling his cock pulsating in my ass. It was hard as a rock and hot as if molten iron. He gave a great fuck, and after a long time of ass banging, he suddenly gave a really hard push.

His cock tightened, his body got stiff, his cock went in so deep that I clenched my asshole and my thighs and legs tightly. It was the hardest push of the night. And with that last push, his cock started pulsating and spraying hot cum all inside my asshole.

Spray his cum went far deep as it was sprayed at a bullet speed. He kept cumming in waves after waves. With every spray of cum he was penetrating me deeper inside. I was so satisfied to take his cum in my asshole. He cum like for 1 and a half minutes.

And after finishing, he collapsed on my back with his empty cock in my asshole. I was feeling his hot cum inside me as well as some of it rolling and dripping down almost on my balls. We stayed like that for a good 5 minutes as we were panting heavily.

We were completely satisfied. His lust for me was finally fulfilled. It all started when Buwa and him was going to a function for two days, and after they left, I used Buwa’s clothes and completely cross-dressed, along with make-up and a wig.

I was looking gorgeously sexy as I only wore a bra on a saree, it was tied way below my navel and waist. I am already a fleshy guy with a great set of boobs and a nice, big, and round ass.

That time, Fufa suddenly came home as he had some important work, and he dropped Buwa off at the function. He saw my sexy and appealing look while I was on a video call with my boyfriend. Since then, he has been lusting after me.

But then he had that important work, so I promised him I would let him fuck me later. And tonight, half of my promise was kept. I will be fully cross-dressing again, only for him, and we will have a blast of sexual pleasures.

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