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Hello guys, this is a real story that happened in my life. I fucked my ex-girlfriend at her college premises when nobody was around.

My name is Ram, age 28, working in an MNC at Kochi. During 2021, after the second wave of COVID-19, I met a girl on a famous dating app. Her name was Malu (name changed). When we both accepted interest in the site, we were able to chat.

At the beginning, we just started with a hi. Within a few days, we became too close and started sharing personal details. After taking the mobile number, we started talking and making video calls. She was a student and was doing her PG at Thrissur.

During our conversation, I proposed to her, but she didn’t say yes to me. She told me to come in real and after the meeting, only she could give a reply to my request. So, I frequently asked her for an opportunity to see her in person. But because of COVID, the college was shut and they were having online classes.

So, she couldn’t come out of her home to see me. On a fine day, I got a call from Malu and she told me that she would be going to college to submit her record book the next day. I informed her that I would definitely come to her college to meet her.

I started from my home that morning and went to Thrissur to meet her. I went to her college and called, but she wasn’t there at that time. I waited for her, and she arrived after 45 minutes with her two other friends. She introduced me to her friends. She joined me and arranged her friends to submit her record book.

Describing Malu, wow, she was very beautiful in real life rather than on video call. She was a little chubby and had mass on all essential parts. Her figure would be 34C and 30, and height around 155cm, with a milky white complexion.

She used to wear specs, and that reminded me of my favourite Mia Khalifa. Though she was not looking like that, those spectacles made me think like that. We started with a random conversation. There was some strange anxiety for both of us when we met for real.

But she initiated and talked to me about random things. As the college was on leave, there were not many students. She invited me to visit her campus. Her campus was quite big. We started walking together, and that time, I asked for my reply. She said she was expecting someone taller than me.

But she said she was okay and smiled. That smile was a sign of yes. I held her hand, and she said nothing, and we walked. She was wearing a white top and jeans. Her boobs were too perfect in her outfit, and my eyes grabbed attention.

Though she saw my eyes over her well-rounded, full boobs, she didn’t say anything. I was keeping a small ring for her to give as a surprise. After walking, we came to a corner of the campus surrounded by big trees. I proposed to her with the ring, and she blushed and said yes to me.

I put the ring on her finger. I asked her for a hug. After a small hesitation, she hugged me. I could feel her soft boobs crushing on my chest, and that made me horny. I kissed her forehead and held her face with both of my palms. She was very shy, and her eyes were in a surprised state.

We sat there for some time. There was utter silence. She asked me why I kissed her. I replied that I felt that I would die if I didn’t kiss her at that moment. Hearing that, she smiled and said it was nice. Hearing that, I got confidence and pulled her towards me and started smooching.

She also responded well, and both of us sucked each other’s tongue and broke the passionate kissing session. I sat on a rock near the tree and asked her to sit on my lap. She was also in the mood, and she sat on my lap. We started kissing again, and this time, I started to squeeze her boobs harder along with the kiss.

She stopped me and said it was painful and instructed me to fondle without much pressure. While rubbing my hand over the top, I could feel the design of the bra. That feeling was very good, and it gave me confidence to grab her boobs by putting my hand through the neck opening.

They were too soft, and I put my hand inside the bra and started playing with her nipples. She liked it and started moaning. I took one boob outside and started sucking. She ran her fingers over my head. I sucked her boobs passionately one by one.

At a time, only one boob could be taken outside as the dress was a little tight. I requested her to remove the top, but she didn’t accept that request. I bit her on the boobs, and she was in pain, and I could see marks on her milky melons. That time, she made her sit on the stone where I was sitting and stood.

I came near her and took out my penis by opening the zip. After seeing the dick, she became a little shy. I held her hand and made her grab my tool. I instructed her to move her hand forward and backwards. I demonstrated the movement.

Later, she started stroking. My dick is around 20cm long when erect. I told Malu to open her mouth, and she opened it. I slowly put my dick in her mouth and told her to suck. She started sucking, but I stopped immediately. As it was her first time, her teeth caused pain in my dick.

I took my dick in hand and masturbated, and deposited cum on her face and mouth. After drinking, she said it was salty. These are all happening in an open area near a tree. At that time, I saw a building there. When asked, she said it was the water tank.

We went there and mounted the stairs to reach the top. If we lay there, nobody could see us. So, I decided to lose my virginity that day. I made her lie on the terrace floor, and I started kissing her. I removed her jeans and rubbed her already wet pussy. I removed my pants and put my erect penis on her pussy.

I gently tried to pull inside, but she stopped me and said it was painful. I slowly started pushing my dick inside her wet hole. After repeated slow strokes, my dick went inside. I fucked her with a few fast strokes, and I felt the cum coming, and pulled out the dick.

A few drops of cum were sprayed over her belly button. This was our first experience. Later, we continued our relationship for two more years with many adventures. This was our first sexual experience. Looking forward to sharing more stories with you.

Anita was 47, a typical housewife who still looked amazing for her age. At about 5’6” with a curvy 36-28-38 figure, she carried herself with ease and confidence. Most of her days went into looking after the house and family. But she always managed to keep that charm and warmth that made her appealing.

I was in college and lived away from mom and dad. I lived in Delhi while my mom lived with my dad in Bangalore. They have shifted there 6 months ago. Their relationship was good, but their sex life was getting boring. They tried doing sex, but still, it was just normal, nothing good or exciting.

Both were feeling that. My dad was small in size, having just a 4-inch cock. My mom has never told, but she liked big cocks. It was her wish to see one in real life and maybe get fucked by it. But she isn’t going to cheat on dad.

Now, it was morning, and both were naked in bed. Mom said to Dad, “I don’t know Raghu, but the sex between us is not that exciting. It’s good, but it isn’t exciting, giving that rush.” Dad hummed and said, “Yes, I felt the same way. Maybe something is missing or we need to do something new.”

Mom replied, “Hmm, maybe we should look into it. To rejuvenate our sex life. We have our lives to enjoy, as our son will be busy with his life.” Dad said, “Yes, maybe I could search about it.” With that, they both stood up and went to do their work.

Dad soon left for work, and Mom just started to do her own work. Mom thought to look it up. But decided against it for now, waiting to see if Dad would find anything. At the office, Dad reached and started doing his work. He had lunch and was free for some time.

Before he could search for something, he got a call from his friend. His friend was Ajay and had a son like me. He was 46 and loved his wife too. He said, “Hey Raghu, how are you?” Dad replied, “Yes, doing great, and how are you? It has been a long time since I saw you.”

Ajay said, “I am doing fine, was going to say that I am coming to your home in the evening at 7.” Dad said, “Nice to know that. It will be great to meet you and catch up.” Ajay just nodded and said yes before cutting the phone. Dad is now free. I’ve been searching for how to make sex interesting with my mom.

He searched about watching porn while or before sex, doing some foreplay and other things. He finally found something. It wasn’t as exciting as he had seen at first. But as he thought about it, he started to get hard and imagined my mom like that.

The thought made him horny, and he would like to try it once with Mom. Maybe it is just what was required to get their sex life going. It was the month of May, so Mom would get sweaty after doing work. She looked at the time, and it was approximately 6:20 pm.

She knew Dad usually came by 7. So, she went and opened the door for Dad to come. She was now going to take a shower. She went into the bathroom and started to shower herself. Her mind was thinking and hoping that dad would have found something interesting for their sex.

She thought about sex and how the last time she fingered while watching porn. The big cock of the male lead in my mom’s mind. She started to press her boobs and squeeze them together. She was imagining the same male lead, touching her private parts and fingering her pussy.

Imagining this was making mom wet, so she started to finger herself. Her finger going in and out of her pussy like a cock would go in some female’s pussy. Her moans, “Umm, yes, aah,” were echoing in the bathroom. As she was getting hornier, her thoughts shifted to her sex last night, and she started slowing.

The boring sex was making her go slow, nothing fun, just normal sex. She was still horny. But the excitement was gone in an instant as she remembered her last sex. She took her fingers out of her wet pussy and got out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her boobs, and the towel reached her thighs.

At the same time, Ajay came into the house. He saw the door was open and thought it must have been left open by mistake. So he locked the door and came inside.

He saw no one in the lobby. Before he could call his friend, he heard a voice from the room. He thought to go inside and saw one of the hottest things. He saw Mom just standing there, wrapped in a towel. As the door opened and Mom saw him, she was shocked.

Both of their eyes met, and they averted. Ajay came out of the room while Mom stood there for a second. She then shouted, “I will be out there in a minute, Ajay.” Ajay responded yes and started to wait. He suddenly heard my mom’s scream and went inside.

He saw the bathroom door open and went in there. He saw my mom there on the floor, with her towel open. She had slipped. Ajay was now looking at Mom’s naked body. He could see Mom’s boobs and pussy. He also drooled a bit, seeing her figure.

Mom immediately saw Ajay and covered herself. Ajay asked, “Are you fine?” Mom just nodded and said, “Yeah, just slipped, but thankfully no harm.” Ajay then thought to wait in the room to apologise. Mom came out after wrapping the towel again.

Ajay saw her and said, “Sorry, Monica bhabhi, I didn’t mean to see and stare.” Mom accepted his apology and said, “It’s okay. I know you.” Ajay just smiled and was going to move out of the room to change. But Mom stopped him. Mom asked, “Umm, by the way, do you want a peek again?”

Ajay was shocked and confused, so he asked, “What?” Mom looked him in his eyes and asked, “Would you like to get a look again at my naked body?” Ajay just gulped, not knowing what to say. He went with his guy and said, “Umm, ya, it would be great.”

Mom asked, “Lock the main door so we don’t get caught.” Ajay told her about the main door being locked and was now waiting patiently. Mom looked directly in his eyes and put her hands on her towel. She followed how he was staring and just went with her horny mind.

She removed the towel and let it fall on the floor. She was now naked in front of her husband’s friend. Instead of being ashamed, she was feeling horny and slutty. Ajay was drooling seeing my mom’s boobs and pussy. She asked, “What do you think?”

Ajay said, “Bhabhi, you are so hot and sexy. I am jealous of Raghu.” Mom flirted, saying, “Why be jealous? Come here and touch my body.” Ajay then came closer and started with her boobs. He went and grabbed her left boob with his right hand. Mom closed her eyes and started to like the feeling of his hand.

Ajay started to press her boobs with both hands now. He was feeling the soft, medium-sized boobs. Ajay then went ahead and kissed my mom. He started to kiss her on the lips. Mom also responded and allowed him to suck her lips. She was already horny, but now she was feeling hornier.

Her hands went to Ajay’s pants, and she started to rub his bulge. Ajay now entered his tongue in his mom’s mouth and was fully enjoying the hot body. Both were sucking each other’s lips wildly. They started to move and went to lie on the bed. Ajay was on top and removed his shirt.

Mom was rubbing her hands on his chest as a sign of wanting more. Ajay then said, “Wow, Bhabhi, you have so soft boobs and your lips are tasty too.” Mom just smiled and said, “Umm, I must say you have good kissing skills. Why not show it to my vertical lips too?”

At that very moment, Ajay put her hands on her mom’s pussy. He started to trace his finger along the pussy lips. Mom was now enjoying touch even more. She said, “Remove your pants too.” Ajay asked, “Why?” Mom told him, “Raghu will be back soon. I don’t want to be left unfinished.”

Ajay understood and both got naked. Mom wrapped her hands around Ajay’s hard cock and started to jerk him. Mom said, “You are bigger than your friend.” Ajay just laughed and pushed his fingers on her pussy. Ajay then went closer and kissed Mom again.

They were both giving each other pleasure using their hands. Both were moaning and smooching each other. Soon, Mom started to go faster and wanted Ajay to shoot his load. Mom started by grabbing his balls and stroking his cock with her other hand.

Ajay started to moan louder, and Mom was enjoying the stroking. After 5 minutes, he shot ropes of cum. Some of it landed on mom’s hands. Ajay closed his eyes after that to relax. He opened his eyes a little and saw Mom licking her hands clean.

She looked him in the eyes and just swirled her tongue, taking his cum. Ajay then said, “It was one of the best handjob I ever got. Now I should return the favour.” But as he was going to target Mom’s pussy, the bell rang, and both got scared for a second. They got up from the bed.

Mom said to Ajay, “You go and open the door while I get dressed.” Ajay got himself dressed asap and went to open the door where my father stood. He saw Ajay and went in for a manly hug. Mom soon dressed and went into the kitchen to show that she was working there.

My dad and Ajay got in, sat on the sofa, and started to talk.

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Continuing the story, my (Madhan’s) eyes were disturbed and couldn’t shut the whole night. My fingers restlessly typed many different kinds of messages to Anupama, but couldn’t press the send button.

My thoughts were filled with Anupama’s trembling moan, soft, spongy boobs, and the relentless, long kiss milking her thick lips. The taste of Anu’s saliva remained on my lips. The smell of her body still lingered around my nose.

My dick was repeatedly hard and busy with multiple arousals, spilling juice nonstop all night. Her unfulfilled yearning glance lingered in my mind as she bid me goodbye.

The next morning, my sleepless eyes yearned and waited for Anupama’s arrival. Fuck, Anu’s husband had accompanied her to the bus stop. Usually, her husband would leave after dropping her off, but that day, he stayed, talking and chatting with her.

Anupama’s eyes glanced teasingly in my direction. Oh God, her cajoled eyes gave me goosebumps. I had no idea why her husband stayed until the school bus arrived. Anu teasingly blew a flying kiss to her husband as the bus moved away. Later, her eyes met mine, taunting. I hated it.

I felt awkward watching Anupama’s husband. He was tall, fair, with chubby cheeks. Honestly, he looked much smarter and better-looking than I was. His eyes darted toward me. I quickly finished my tea and rushed home.

Without thinking, I typed, “I hate you.” As if Anupama could read the reason behind my message, she replied with a laughing emoji, “Hey Loafer. I couldn’t sleep all night because of you. I still can’t believe I kissed you in public at the park. Oh God!”

I replied, “Hey Anu, your saliva taste is still on my lips”. She replied with a shy-faced emoji, “Chi. Hogo. I have classes now. Bye”. My eyes eagerly roamed on the mobile screen, waiting for her messages. I planned our second meeting for the next day itself. reach

The second meet.
Anupama chose to come by auto. I reached the restaurant early and occupied a seat as private as possible. But still, I could only hold her soft, delicate hands. My eyes couldn’t leave her cute, pretty face.

Anupama looked different in every outfit she wore. Maybe it was my desire for her that made her look hot and cute in everything. She handed me her lunchbox. Inside was my favourite mutton biryani, made by her for me. I was amazed by her gesture.

We ordered more food, ate, and chatted for a long time. Just normal conversation—nothing explicitly intimate. But our eyes… they spoke unspoken words, filled with teasing starvation. She, too, seemed eager—waiting for the right moment, the right place.

To let the tension between us finally explode for the bang bang. I played with her fingers, her bangles, her watch. Anupama scrutinised me with her fiery eyes that burned with muted desire. After lunch, inside the washroom. I hugged her tightly from behind, shoving my hard shaft onto her smooth, dense, pulpy ass.

Resting her head backwards, Anu melted, losing herself in the moment. While leaving, I uttered these lines in her ear, “Oye, Anu, Ninna tara tara bahala tara yella tara nan tunne sustago vargu ninna keibeku. Ninna rasabaritha dehadha ondondu anu anu vannu nanna tuti savibeku. Bega plan madu.”

(Oye, Anu, I want to fuck you in all the possible positions until my dick gets tired. My lips want to taste every bit of your body.)

She never expressed anger; instead, her eyes spilt expectation and unspoken appetite. On her way back, I expected her to bring up the words I had said—but she never did. Instead, she stuck to casual questions, asking how the biryani was, whether I liked it—simple things like that.

That day, I could never have imagined that this traditional, homely Anu would be so horny and slutty until we met later in the hotel. I asked her for the third meet, half-expecting she might deny. But to my surprise, she agreed immediately.

The fire and the urge were burning equally strong in both of us.

Third meet.

I took her to a local theatre for an afternoon show. The theatre was almost empty; you could count the number of people. We entered the theatre separately but found seats close to each other, tucked away in a hidden corner. I noticed that only one person could see us, and even he would have to turn around to do so.

I was surprised by her appearance. The day before, at the restaurant, she wore a saree which was graceful, elegant, and somehow captivating. But now she wore a churidhar. The moment we settled in, I turned around, grabbed her chubby cheek, and started kissing her cheeks.

Anupama pushed my face away, telling, “Madhan, watch the movie.” I stopped the kissing and sat upright, watching the movie. My eyes adjusted to the dark theatre. After a few seconds, I turned to catch Anupama staring at me. Her warm breath flaring out of her nostrils as her eyes stared at me wantingly.

I couldn’t resist. I grabbed her cheek and locked my lips with hers. Anupama’s lips were bloody red with lipstick. The first lip lock was hurried, with our lips fighting to eat each other and tongues travelling into each other’s lips to be sucked dry.

I stopped, waited, and continued the kiss slowly and passionately. My lips sucked her lower lip, then allowed her lip to suck mine. I pushed my tongue into her lips to be sucked, and then allowed her to poke her juicy tongue into my lips to be suced dry.

Her thin hands unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt and explore inside. Her nails poke into my chest as my lips suck and slightly bite her lips. My hard hands brush onto her soft boobs over the chudidhar. Damned, my fingers felt her erect, pointy nipples.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. “Hey bra hakilva. (not wearing)”

“Chi. I removed before reaching the theatre,” saying this, she continued to eat my lips. Our lips were not getting bored with sucking. My hands felt sweaty over her neck. The day was very hot. We sat at a corner with less airflow.

My lips moved from her juicy lips to suck her sweating neck. My rough hands were squeezing and milking her enormous, round melons. Her boobs were firm and round. Her nipples were hard and were trying to poke out of her churidhar.

My busy hands shifted from her heavy boobs to her fatty, wavy navel. I massage and squeeze her soft navel. My finger then reaches her belly button. As my middle finger enters her belly button, a low moan escapes from Anupama’s lips, “Ah, Madhan.”

I drenched my fingers by poking my finger into her mouth and continued to tease her belly button (massaging, circling, and pushing the finger in). Then I moved my finger slowly below the belly button. I repeated this a few times before pulling loose the lace of her pants.

Anupama’s fingers were playing with my nipples. Oh god, forgetting the movie, we both were deeply into each other. Anu guides my wrist towards her pussy. At that moment, I realised the reason for the dress code. I remembered that I tried to reach her pussy in the park.

But her saree was so tight I couldn’t touch her pussy. That’s the reason she wore the chudidhar. I was sure by that time that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I taste her lips again. This time, after tasting, my lips travel to her ears. I tease with the tip of the tongue around her ear.

I slide my hand into her pants, reaching the pussy, and my lips catch her earlobe. A momentary pleasure-filled moan escaped Anu’s lips. Her finger pokes into the bare chest, squeezing my skin. Oh god, her pussy with just growing hairs roughly poked my fingers.

I massage her pussy before reaching the pussy lips. I could feel slimy juice already oozing out of the pussy lips. I wipe the juice and pull out the finger. I watch right into the eyes of Anupama. And lick the juice off my fingers.

She slips her hand into mine and pulls me into a sideways hug with the sides of her mountainous boobs cramming my shoulders. I poked my hand into her pants again. This was the time I started getting hints of the slutty and horny side of Anupama, but not fully.

The moment I poke my finger into her pussy, she tightly clasps my shoulders. I kissed her nose and gently slid my fingers in and out of her pussy lips. I pull out my finger and drench it with saliva. This time, my finger fucks her pussy severely until Anu spreads her legs wide apart and spills her orgasm.

We were both sweating profusely. Wiping my fingers, I walk out to buy some cold drinks. We stop the act and watch the movie. My hands continued to play with her huge boobs all the time. I madly wanted Anu’s thick lips over the rim of my thick shaft, but I never knew her taste. She might not like it.

After the interval, I noticed her hands playing over my belly. I read her clue and placed Anu’s hand over my bulging cock. Her hands, after feeling my nervous dick, withdraw from embracing my dick. I placed her soft hand for a second time.

Oh, it feels so nice, her soft hand on my cock. This time, she massages gently, feeling the length of my cock. As the movie was nearing the end. I felt wanting and more and more. I grabbed her cheek and kissed her wildly. She wanted to walk out of the movie before the lights came on.

I utter, “I never feel like I’m completed, and I even wanted you to take my cock”. She replied, “Ah ah.” A last kiss, a taste of her tongue, and a feel of her ass as she walks with her round ass cheeks swaying sideways. After she left, I too walked behind her at a distance. I bid her bye after she boards the auto.

She texted, “You wanted but never gave that in my mouth.” I felt hornier on missing that part; I felt she was much more than the ritualistic traditional bit. I cheekishly replied, “You’ve got to wait.”

She replied, “Ah. Ah. You wanted that,” and she never continued on this topic.

Our bodies so badly needed each other that the next day we booked a hotel and fucked. Guys, I wanted to complete the story in part 2. Until the final part. Thank you, all ISS readers.

Firstly, sorry for the delay, guys. My life has been a little hectic in the past few days. I’m hoping that I will give you regular updates from now on. Back to the story

Deepika and Geetha were having lunch together while the three men were eating somewhere outside, a few metres away. They were discussing something and giggling, but neither Deepu nor Geethu could hear it. There wasn’t much conversation between them.

Geetha was still shocked and depressed that she ended up in bed with someone other than her Husband. She felt what she did was not right, but was also surprised by how she reacted. The moral side of her told her to forget everything and move on with her family and never, ever to do this again.

She thought of never talking about this to anyone. She is now convinced that she won’t do it again. Meanwhile, Deepika, in her own world, was quite satisfied with what she was doing. Unlike Abbas, who just saw her as another fuck meat, Omar showed passion and was willing to court her.

She felt Abbas was more interested in Geetha and that she shouldn’t come in the way. Omar was a free agent. She could pursue him. After all, he said, “Deepika Omar Mirza.” She felt that it was something hot.

As they finished their lunch, both married wives went on a trekking trip by themselves until the evening. As the sun started to dip on what was a very eventful day, Geetha and Deepika returned to the hotel to freshen up for the evening.

As they were walking past the counter, Geetha poked her head towards the side where Abbas’s room was. She was still not able to forget what happened in the morning. Deepika was now looking for her boyfriend, Omar. He was nowhere to be seen.

As they both moved inside their respective rooms, Geetha got a call from her husband’s hospital.

“Mrs Reddy?”

“Yes?”

“We just called, as Mr Reddy wanted us to. He said he will be busy today as there are a couple of cases to deal with. He can’t call you today, unfortunately. If you need anything, please call this number.”

“Okay, I hope he’s doing well.”

“Yes, ma’am. He’s doing well, but as you know, work calls.”

“Okay, thanks.”

The call was cut. Just as it did, the guy looked at Ramu and said, “So, we have told her a lie. Now let’s enjoy the night.”

“Lots of booze and maybe even women.”

“No, Suresh, not women.”

“Hmm, you need to get yourself out of this, man.”

Meanwhile, Geetha was a little surprised, as usual. Ramu tells her that there is some important surgery coming up. She thought maybe it was urgent that he couldn’t tell her. As she got ready, she chose the pink saree, which was a little revealing as it was transparent, but she felt it was good.

She put on a little bit of makeup as Deepika suggested. Geetha felt that she was getting ready for an outing near the lake for the night or an open-air show of some kind. But something completely different was brewing up.

Just as she opened her door, she saw Abbas with his back to her, at some distance, talking on the phone. He was engaged in some conversation in Urdu, a language Geethu didn’t understand much, but it was his body that stood out.

He didn’t put a shirt on, only wearing a small pair of shorts that showed his thighs. Geetha was once again awestruck by the impressive body that Abbas has. She started to have this feeling inside her again. Something she didn’t want to have. She started touching herself slowly over her boobs.

Just then, Abbas turned towards Geetha’s room and put on a surprised expression while still conversing. Their eyes met, but instead of closing the door, Geetha was still touching herself as she looked at the chest hair that Abbas possessed. It was incredible, especially on his fit body.

She had flashbacks of how thoroughly rough he was with his hands and how he used his tongue inside her. She couldn’t control herself and let out a small moan. Abbas had a small smile on his face. He knew this cheating wife was now his to enjoy, but he wanted her to do a little more.

So, he started to put his left hand on his dick to mark out the borders of it. This turned her on more as her fingers slowly moved towards her pussy area. As she did, Abbas cut the call. Now he looked straight into her eyes and started walking back, to the surprise of Geetha.

She thought he would go straight into her room, and she was ready for it. She called him out.

“Abbas?”

“Yes, aunty.”

“Can you come her please?”

“Oh, sure,” his tone was mocking.

“Why are you going away?”

“Hmm, I just finished talking, so I was going back to my room. You need something?” He winked.

“Huh, mm, no, but no, yeah, it’s like…”

Geetha could smell the masculinity oozing out of Abbas. She couldn’t control herself anymore. As she started gaining more and more confidence inside her, she no longer bothered about morality. She stepped inside her room and took her saree off. Now she was just in her tight blouse and petticoat.

“Now, come, Abbas.”

“Sure,” Abbas had a grin as he stepped inside and closed the door.

Meanwhile, Ramu and Suresh were conversing. “Hey, Suresh, come on, man, I can’t touch another woman. I love Geetha.”

“Sure, man, but it’s not like you are having an affair. It’s just a one-time thing.”

“Besides, we all know how women have fuckboys behind their husbands’ backs.”

“Hey, Geetha isn’t like that. She’s a homely mother who dedicates her life to her husband”. Ramu said proudly

Meanwhile, Abbas and Geetha were engaged in some really erotic kissing. Their tongues met each other and were absolutely wrestling for dominance. Abbas’s hands were now on Geetha’s boobs just as Ramu was describing his wife’s piety.

Geetha was now fully in the moment. Responding to Abbas’s kisses with her own. As they engaged in some hardcore lip lock, Abbas broke it.

“Wow, Geetha, where did you learn all this?”

“Why do you care?” She replied.

“Surely not from that useless Husband of yours,” he winked.

“Huh, you think you are a bigger man than him? Come show me”

“After you, hottie”

As he said, he lifted her and threw her on the bed. She responded kindly by removing her blouse and bra and invited him to suck her boobs. He looked at them and the mangalsutra and grinned at her. He knows he got another married beauty all for himself. He wasted no time and started devouring the two boobs.

“Ahh, yes, Abbas.”

“Uhhh, don’t stop, keep going!”

“Mmm, you’re liking this, Geetha?”

“Yes. Don’t stop”

“Now am I a bigger man?”

“Less ahhh talking and more sucking”

Just as she said that, Abbas chewed Geetha’s left nipple and started to press both boobs with more vigour. Geetha no longer had any words to say, and all she could do was moan like a bitch.

After a few minutes of boob sucking, Abbas removed Geetha’s petticoat, and she was now in her underwear.

“Wow, superb.”

“Really?” Geetha asked.

“If you were my wife, I would fuck you every day of the week.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But that moron Ramu is your husband, and he doesn’t satisfy you.”

Saying this, Ramu put his fingers inside her underwear and touched her pussy lips. She responds with a loud moan. Abbas puts his hand around Geetha’s mouth as he rigorously fingers her.

She responds with an orgasm within a minute and a half. As she does, he slowly takes his pants off with his circumcised cock next to her Milf body.

“Abbas, what is that?”

“Never seen a dick?”

“I did, but not this big,” she was panting after the orgasm.

“I’m guessing that baldie has a tiny peepee,” he laughed out.

“Don’t ahh talk to me about my husband like that.”

“Oh, so why were you surprised?”

“It’s just…”

“Suck it!”

“What? No.”

“Then I’m fucking you”
He immediately pulled her closer, brought his dick near her pussy and entered her.

“Abbas. Please.”

“Keep quiet, bitch. Keep quiet. I’ll show you what that retard Ramu can’t do.”

He started vigorously drilling Geetha in the missionary style.

On the other end, Ramu was praising his wife to his friend.

“My wife never even looks at another guy.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, dude, she only speaks when I ask her to”

“Nice, Ramu.”

“Even the other day, this guy Abbas, she only spoke to him after I told her.”

“Is he any good?”

“Yeah, a handy guy. I think he can help her a lot, but as you know, she’s of a shy type.”

“Yes. Abbas fuck me like a whore,” Geetha was screaming as Abbas was now thrusting his circumcised dick more and more into her married pussy.

“Tell me, Geetha, who is a man now?”

“You, Abbas, are the man.”

“What about your husband?”

“Ramu is a pathetic buffoon”

“And?” Abbas put it even deeper.

“He has a small dick.”

“Fuck me fuck your bitch girlfriend. Forget about my bald bastard husband.”

Deepika and Omar, who were standing outside, were listening to this. They were laughing while Deepu recorded all of Geetha-Abbas’s sex.

To be continued.

Shilpa’s aunt Geeta had just arrived from Canada. She took Rahul to a bedroom to make him her boyfriend. She latched the door, which felt like a prison door sealing shut.

Rahul was tense about being locked in with a stranger. He knew he had to satisfy Geeta, but was somehow not ready for it. Geeta smelled of expensive duty-free perfume.

She opened her grey hair, which was tied in a ponytail, and shook her head. She leaned forward to hug the boy she was about to devour.

Geeta ran her fingers down Rahul’s chest and said, “Rahul darling, Shilpa definitely knows how to welcome a relative after a long flight from Canada. Well, jet lag can take a break when a handsome, muscular young man is with me, alone in a room.”

Rahul, still in shock. The fact that he had been passed on like a woman sharing lipstick, within five minutes of meeting Shilpa’s relative. He could not speak much but said, “But… Geeta aunty, you are Shilpa’s aunt…”

Geeta laughed in a loud, sophisticated sound that made Kalpana’s passionate moans seem like a cat’s purr.

“Baby, we are not leaving this room until we have sex, so call me Geeta. And do you really think a lioness like me is going to miss this opportunity of screwing a young deer like you? Now stop talking and pull down your pants.”

Before Rahul could do what Geeta asked him to do, Geeta had already removed her summer dress. She sported a surprisingly modern, sexy, lacy bra and panty set that popped her toned, matured curves. Rahul’s dick was enjoying the sight.

Geeta stepped forward and said, “We are punctual and efficient in Canada. I have no time for a lengthy courtship, baby. The clock is ticking. I have to catch up with Shilpa.” Geeta removed Rahul’s belt and pulled down his pants.

Geeta pushed Rahul gently onto the bed. Rahul’s body was burning with a deja vu heat that made Shilpa’s recent antics seem like high school flirtation. Geeta immediately bent down, taking his rapidly hardening dick into her hands.

“Oh my God!” she whispered, her voice thick with amusement and appreciation. “Shilpa was really right. You are a trophy. A little worn, perhaps, from your mother’s passionate love last night, but nothing a little professional attention from an experienced lady can’t restore.”

Geeta was, indeed, an experienced lady. She wasted no time in proving that her years of “international travel” had provided her with an experience far beyond what any local woman could offer. Her mouth was hot, her lips were wet.

Demanding and thorough, treating his cock with a focused reverence that left Rahul breathless. He gripped onto the bed; his mind was reeling from the sheer, overwhelming speed at which his life had devolved into a perpetual state of sexual servitude.

When she finally pulled back, a satisfied glint in her eye, she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. “Now, let’s see what all the fuss is about,” she commanded, guiding him into her slick, ready entrance called the pussy.

Geeta was a powerful rider, moving with a rhythmic, hip-swaying grace that spoke of long nights and zero inhibitions. She leaned forward, pressing her mature, soft breasts against his chest.

“You are going to serve this family, Rahul,” she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. “And you are going to enjoy every second of it. You are too delicious to be contained by one woman, or even one generation.”

The sheer absurdity of the situation being ridden hard by his new girlfriend’s sophisticated, jet-lagged Canadian aunt pushed Rahul over the edge. He came with a loud groan. His body arching off the mattress as Geeta squeezed him tight.

Letting out a triumphant sigh that sounded like the conclusion of a highly successful business merger. Geeta dismounted, breathing heavily, and immediately began straightening her clothes.

She looked utterly refreshed as if she’d just had a spa treatment rather than a vigorous quickie with her niece’s new live-in.

“Excellent,” she said, giving him a quick pat on the thigh. “Now, I need a shower. Meet me in the drawing room in twenty minutes. We have to discuss the new family dynamics situation. Geeta unlocked the door and swept out.

Rahul lay on the bed. Feeling less like a lover and more like a high-performance engine that had just been rigorously stress-tested. Geeta hadn’t just had sex; she had conducted a thorough, five-star performance review.

A trophy, a little worn, she had called him. He was officially a shared family amenity, and apparently, the family had high standards and an aggressive usage policy.

He pulled up his pants, adjusting his shirt. He was developing a worrying habit of becoming aroused the moment he was blackmailed or propositioned by a new relative. He splashed water on his face. He was trying to scrub off the dazed look of a man who a jet-lagged Canadian matriarch had conquered.

When he entered the drawing room, the scene was one of startling domesticity. Geeta, now in a crisp silk saree, was sipping a lime soda. Shilpa was perched on the arm of the sofa, scrolling through her phone, looking utterly unbothered.

“Ah, the star of the show,” Shilpa greeted him, not looking up. “I trust Auntie Geeta’s Canadian sex drive didn’t wear you out too much?”

“He’s resilient,” Geeta stated, making a notation on a small leather-bound planner. “Now, Rahul, darling, let’s talk logistics. As Shilpa mentioned, we need to establish the new family dynamics. I’ve only got four days, so scheduling is paramount.”

Geeta pushed the planner across the coffee table. It contained a neatly colour-coded chart.

“I’ve pencilled you in for a ‘Midnight Mingle’ tonight, but I’ve reserved the 8 AM slot tomorrow for myself. I find morning sex sharpens the mind for international negotiations,” Geeta explained. “Shilpa, your ‘Threesome Tuesday’ is confirmed for 9 PM, but please ensure the guest is punctual; I hate waiting.”

Rahul stared at the schedule. His entire existence was now a line item on a sophisticated aunt’s travel itinerary.

Shilpa finally looked up, flashing him a predatory smile. “Don’t worry, honey. Tonight’s extra guest is our neighbour, Neha. She’s watched you come and go for months. Time to give her a proper welcome to the neighbourhood.”

Read the next story to understand how Rahul checked out the itinerary.

Mujhe pata tha woh mujhe tease kar rahi hain, par mujhe uska yeh confidence todna tha. Mujhe darr bhi tha ki, “Yeh mujhe sirf test toh nahi karr rahi?” Lekin aisi halat mein usko dekh ke mera control bhi nahi ho raha tha. Achanak se uska phone baja.

“Ananya Calling,” uske caller ID pe likha utha. Uske aankhon mein woh naughty spark thi.

Isha: (smirk) “Didi ka call hain… kya bolun?”

Main dheere se uske ear ke paas lips le jaake bold ho gaya. “Bol… hostel mein hain.”

Usne giggle kiya, phone pick kiya. Uska jhoot sunne mein hi maza tha. Uske shoulders ke upar aab bas ek strap tha nighty ka. Mera haath uske nighty ke back pe andar slide ho raha tha. Usne bra nahi pehni thi. Aur kapda dheela hone ke waje se uske nipples aab nighty ke edge pe hi the.

Ananya: “Hello, Ishu! Hostel mein hi hain na?”

Isha:(voice sweet) “Haan di… hostel mein hi hoon…”

Mera haath uski bare back pe slow trail kar raha tha. Woh aankh band karke saans rok rahi thi.

Ananya: “Assignment hua? Hostel food kaisa chal raha?”

Isha: (mushkil se sthir) “Haan di… sab ho gaya… food bhi thik hain…”

Maine uske neck pe lips rakhe aur uske lips se ek halki ki moan nikli. Usne jaldi se phone pe cough jaisa sound banaya.

Main: (soft growl) “Bol didi se… kitna miss karti hain use?”

Isha: (phone pe, sweet) “Didi… main aapko bahut miss karti hoon…”

Ananya: (laugh) “Awww baby! Aur jiju ko bhi? Woh toh bore ho rahe honge mere bina!”

Mera grip uski thigh pe tight ho gaya. Uska moan bas lips se fisa, par usne phone thoda door karke usse chupaya.

Isha: “Kya pata di… aapke hi sapne dekh rahe honge.”

Maine uska dusra strap bhi slide kar diya uske collarbone pe warm kiss karke. Dusra strap side karte hi uska poora nighty uske kamar pe gir gaya. Aab uske chuchiya bahar dikh rahe the. Medium size aur light brown nipples the. Ufffff!

Ananya: “Ishu, tu thik hain na? Awaz bahut soft lag rahi…”

Isha: (awaz meethi, honth kamp rahe the) “Haan di… bas thoda cold ho gaya na AC se…” Phir mujhe aankhon se gussa dikhaane lagi aur straps ko wapis laga liya aur chuchio ko chupa liya.

Main: (kan mein dheere se) “Ab fir bol… didi ko kitna pyar karti hain…”

Isha: (phone pe) “Didi, aapse bahut pyaar karti hoon di… aap jaldi aa jao na, please…”

Ananya: “Haaw! Rula degi kya? Achha sun… mummy bula rahi thi par ek second, mujhe kuch aur poochna tha!”

Isha ki aankhen panic mein phir se meri aankhon mein tak rahi thi. Uske bare shoulder pe main lips se trail karta hoon aur phir uske nighty ka fabric uski thigh pe kheench ke thoda upar kar deta hoon.

Uske saath-saath uske soft moan ko woh phone pe chupane ki koshish karti hain. Maine uske nighty ke andar se aab niche se haath dala. Mujhe uski panty feel hui. Maine use ek baar mein zor se keech ke nikal diya.

Panty turant nikalne se woh bed mein gir gayi peeth ke bal. Girne se aab uski nighty bhi upar ho gayi thi. Uske choot mein koi baal nahi the. Maine ek ungli uske choot ke side mein ragadna chalu kiya. Uski choot dheere dheere geeli hone lagi thi.

Ananya: “Tera woh last wala assignment bana? Jo tune bola tha group mein submit nahi hua?”

Isha ka moan uske throat mein phas gaya aur lips se halka sa nikalte nikalte usne jaldi se cough banake fake kiya.

Isha:(voice sweet, saans dabake) “Haan di… woh ho gaya… Kal submit ho gaya… koi problem nahi…”

Main bhi aab uske saath let gaya tha. Uska ek strap hata ke uske neck pe kiss karr raha tha aur dusre haath se uske choot mein ungli karr raha tha.

Ananya: “Good! Hostel mein sab girls theek hain na? Tumhare room mein woh Shweta bhi hain?”

Isha ki body meri chest se chipak gayi. Uska haath mera wrist pakad ke rokna chaahta hain par main aur slow stroke karta hoon, uska soft gasp bas lips se fisa ja raha hain. Woh aankhon se please bol rahi thi par phone pe meethi smile chipkaye rakhti hain.

Isha:(voice fake bubbly) “Haan di! Shweta bhi hain… sab mast hain…”

Main uska dusra haath pakad ke apne neck ke peeche khinch leta hoon. Woh resist karti hain par phir mere chest se hug ho jaati hain. Uske baal mere cheek ko brush karte hain.

Ananya: “Tum log party toh nahi kar rahe na? Hostel mein na, sab baat pata chal jaati hain!”

Main halki si hansi rok nahi paata. Uske earlobe ko teeth se softly kheenchta hoon. Isha ka throat se ek shaky moan nikalta hain. Woh jaldi se lips band karke ek fake giggle mein badal deti hain.

Isha: “Party? Nahi di! Kaunsi party? Hum toh bas… ek dusre ke saath chill kar rahe the…”

Main aab do ungli se uske choot mein fingering karta hoon. Phir slow kiss neck se collarbone pe shift hota hain. Uska sharir hil raha hain, saans fail rahi hain, par woh phone pe Ananya ko normal tone mein sweet sister ban ke dikhati hain.

Maine apna speed aur badaha diya aur deep jane laga. Woh ek haath apne mu mein rakh li aur uski aankhe badi badi ho gayi.

Uske mere haath ko rokne ke chakkar mein uska nighty niche aa gaya. Isse uske ek side ke nipple dikhne lage.

Main yeh dekh ke apna mu uske nipple ke upar rakh deta hoon. Aur tongue se khelta hoon. Daanth se press karta hoon. Woh aapne free wale haath se aab mere baal sehla rahi hoti hain. Aur uska mu khula hua rehta hain. Uska body tight hone lagta hain aur woh mere baal ko zor se pakad leti hain. Dekhte hi dekhte woh jhad jati hain. Moan ko rokne ke liye usne apne fingers ko kaat liya tha.

Ananya: “Accha sun, next week tere papers hain na? Hostel se padhai ho rahi hain na?”

Usne aankhen band karke ek soft sigh nikala, par phone pe fake bright voice banaye rakhi.

Isha:(voice meethi, trembling) “Haan di… sab ho raha hain… bilkul tension mat lo… sab perfect hain…”

Ananya: “Achha, chalo thik hain… mummy bula rahi hain… ab seriously. Bye bol!”

Isha:(voice meethi, trembling) “Bye di… love you!”

*Call cut*

Call cut hote hi main uske lips ko puri tarah se apne lips se dakh leta hoon. Soft protest ke beech uska moan mere mouth mein hi dab jata hain. Main usko aab deep kiss karta hoon. Usne mera face pakad liya phone rakhne ke baad aur passionately kiss karne lagi.

Usne kiss karte karte mera pant aur underwear khol diya. Fir mere shirt ke buttons ko zor se keech karr ke tod diya. Usne abhi tak kiss nahi roka tha. Call cut hone ke baad usme ek naya josh aa gaya tha jo mujhpe bhi havi ho raha tha.

Aab main bilkul nanga leta tha meri sali ke saamne aur woh mere upar aa chuki thi. Usne kiss ko break kiya aur mere upar sida bet gayi.

Usne apne dono straps sides se gira diye jise uska nighty kamar tak aa gaya. Uske boobs aab achhe se dikh rahe the. Uske pair fele hue bhi the mere upar jiske waje se mujhe uska choot bhi dikh raha tha.

Woh mere lund ko piche ho ke pakdi aur thoda adjust karr ke apne choot mein ragadne lagi. Uske baad apna dushra haat aage laya aur apne mu ke pass le gayi. Waha pe usne bohut sara safed thook apne mu se nikala aur mere lund pe malne lagi.

Woh jab mera lund apne ander le rahi thi toh uska choot tight tha. Iske waje se use dard bhi ho raha tha. Uske pair bhi kaamp rahe the. Maine uske kamar ko pakad ke ek dhakka lagaya toh mera lund uske ander chala gaya. Na maine condom pehna tha aur na hi usne mujhe bola pehenne ko.

Lund ghuste hi woh mere upar gir gayi. Maine uska waist pakda aur shots marne laga. Woh zor se moan karr rahi thi. Thodi der baad jab uska choot free ho gaya toh woh fir baith gayi. Aab mujhe dhakka lagane ki zarurat nahi padd rahi thi aur woh khud hi upar niche ho rahi thi.

Thodi hi der mein main jhadne wala tha. Maine uske kamar ko pakda aur usko thoda upar kia. Aisa karte hi mera lund bahar nikal gaya uske choot se lekin mera sara maal uske gaand mein crack ke upar chala gaya.

Usko fir maine bed pe letaya aur usne apne pair mere liye khole. Main fir uske upar chadd gaya aur fir usko chodna chalu kia. Main zor zor se shot aab maar raha tha. Uski aawaz mein ek meetha dard tha.

Woh bol rahi thi, “Hawwaaaa, jiiiiijuuuuu… I lovvve youu…”

Thodi hi der mein uska body fir tight padd gaya aur usne mujhe zor se hug karr liya aur zor se moan karne lagi. Woh bhi poori jhadd gayi. Jhadne ke baad usne mujhe chora. Main baith gaya uske khule hue taango ke beech.

Woh mujhe ek haseen nazro se dekh rahi thi aur apne geele choot ko check karr rahi thi. Filhaal ke liye humdono ka garam shareer shaanth ho chuka tha. Paar aage kya hoga woh kuch pata nahi tha.

*****

To be continued.

Please read the earlier parts.

After the long drive from Mysore, Priya parked the car, and Mamata Aunty got out of the car in a hurry and went inside the house. Priya, smiling, said, “My mother is angry at you for treating her like a slut in the car. Go and pacify her.”

I went inside and saw Mamata Aunt’s bedroom closed. Without knocking, I pushed the door and saw her standing in a blouse and a petticoat. She was changing her dress. Seeing me, she covered her chest with her arms and said angrily, “How can you behave like that in front of my daughter, Rajesh?”

I hugged her and said, “What to do, Aunty. I was horny and needed relief. Shall we continue what we stopped in the car?”

“Are you out of your mind? Don’t forget that Priya is here,” Mamata Aunty said, trying to get away from my grip.

I began kissing lightly all over her forehead, cheeks, chin and lips and kept saying ‘please’, ‘please’. Mamata Aunty started laughing as I kissed her like a puppy and said, “I know you won’t stop till you get what you want. I will come to your room after Priya sleeps at night. Now go out. Let me change.”

I was on top of the moon, hearing Aunty finally agreeing to have sex with me. Holding her face, I kissed her lips and said,” Hurray, I am going to have my first night, and it will be your second night after Uncle.”

“Chee, Naughty boy,” said Mamata Aunty, pushing me from the room.

I came out of the room and saw Priya standing outside the door. She pulled me to the corner and asked, “Did she agree?” I nodded.

“Good. If I stay here, she will hesitate and won’t come out of her shell. I want her to enjoy sex as she has been deprived for more than 10 years. I will say that I am going back to my home and will come back later and hide in your room. Keep your dick ready for my mother. Tonight, you will graduate to Motherfucker,” Priya said, smiling.

“That’s ok. But why do you want to hide?” I asked her.

Priya gripping my cock on the shorts, she said,” I want to see that your deadly weapon won’t hurt my mother. Moreover, I am eager to see a live fuck.”

Seeing her mother coming out of her room, Priya left my cock. We went to the dining table and sat in the chairs. “Mummy, serve me dinner. I want to go to my house to bring some clothes, as I have to stay here for some more days. I will come back in the morning,” Priya said to her mother.

I looked at Mamata Aunty and said, “So we will be alone, Aunty.” I was hinting at our first mating.

Mamata Aunty blushed like a bride and said, “Ok, have dinner and go. You sit, Chinnu. I am tired. I want to sleep early.”

“Yes, Mummy. Rest for some time because you have a long night ahead,” Priya stopped.

“What long night? You always talk in riddles,” Saying Mamata Aunty went to the kitchen.

“Keep the back door open. I will come back after parking the car in the next street,” Priya said.

She stopped seeing her mother coming with dinner utensils. All three of us quietly had dinner. I saw Mamata Aunty feeling nervous. Maybe she was thinking about our first night. After dinner, Priya said goodbye and went out, winking at me.

Mamata Aunty cleaned the table and went to the kitchen to wash the utensils. Five minutes later, I got up and went to the back of our house. I opened the door, and Priya quickly came inside.

Priya kissed me on the lips and said, “Go and romance with my mother and get her ready for her second night. Yours is also second, as you had the first night with me.”

I tried to hug and fondle her, but she pushed me away. I went to the kitchen and saw Mamata Aunty standing near the sink, washing the dishes. Standing behind her, I took my hands to her front and hugged her, keeping my arms under her breasts. She didn’t turn back but kept on washing dishes.

I kissed her neck, ears, and my palms cupped her massive breasts. Pressing my crotch on her fleshy buttocks, I sucked her earlobes.

“What are you doing, Chinnu?” Mamata Aunty said in a fake protest.

“I am playing with my bride,” I said, holding both her nipples on the blouse and twisting them.

“I am not your bride but your Aunty. I will find a bride for you in 4-5 years,” Mamata Aunty said, blushing.

“No, you are my bride for tonight,” I said, pushing my erect cock between her ass cheeks.

“Naughty boy. The kitchen is for cooking, and the bedroom is for having sex. Wait there, I will come as soon as I finish work,” said Mamata Aunty, pushing me with her wet hands.

Grumbling, I came out and went to my room. Priya was sitting on the bed naked. She pulled me, and I fell on top of her. We both embraced and started kissing each other’s lips like lovers in heat. We both had forgotten that we are cousins and not lovers.

Her one hand was on my cock, and the other on the back. My hands were groping her breasts, buttocks, thighs and tummy. We lost track of time and stopped hearing footsteps approaching the door.

Priya quickly got up and stood. She whispered,” Looks like my mother is anxious to get fucked. Be gentle with her, brother,” she said, and went and hid inside the wardrobe and closed the door.

Mamata Aunty came inside, closed the door and locked it. She was dressed in a white silk saree, as a traditionally dressed bride usually wears on their first night. She looked at me, blushing. I hurriedly moved close to her. Lust for each other had overtaken the atmosphere in the room.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her body, and she surrendered herself to me. I started to kiss her wildly all over her face, neck, and lastly, my lips met her luscious lips.

My thirsty lips hurriedly moved on to Mamata Aunt’s moist lips, absorbing her saliva. Her warm breath over my face intoxicated me as I began to kiss her lips passionately. Soon, Mamata Aunty started responding and kissed me back. We both started to suck each other’s lips passionately.

She wrapped her arms around me, started to move her hands in my hair and kissed me back with more passion. She pulled me more into her, showing her desire to want me to love her. Our passionate kiss showed our strong desire for each other.

We embraced each other in our arms firmly and moved into each other’s bodies, cuddling tightly. Her massive breasts were crushed on my chest as we hugged each other tightly while kissing like lovers in heat. We broke our kiss to gasp for some air and again started kissing each other more wildly than ever.

Mamata Aunty opened her mouth. I could feel all the hotness and wetness over my face that was released from her mouth as she showed desire to allow my tongue to move in her mouth. Soon our lip kiss turned into a passionate French kiss.

She licked my lips with her wet tongue, giving me a pleasurable current throughout my body. Soon, I parted my lips and allowed my tongue to come out to meet hers. Once out, my thirsty tongue found its hungry companion soon.

Mamata Aunty moved her tongue around my tongue. Our kiss turned into a passionate kiss, giving us jolts of pleasure across our bodies. Our tongues moved in a mesmerising manner onto each other’s tongues. We shared the heat released in warm breaths and saliva into each other’s mouths.

Mamata Aunty moaned in ecstasy as we enjoyed our kiss to the maximum, not bothering about our relationship of Aunt and nephew. We fell on the bed to get more comfortable. But all the time, we kept on kissing wildly, embracing each other, feeling the warmth of our bodies.

On the bed, we lay side by side and still kept kissing each other, tasting each other’s saliva. Our tongues kept fondling, giving us the pleasures of our passionate kissing. My 8-inch cock was harder than ever. I desired to get into the warm, wet caressing pussy of Mamata Aunty.

But it had to wait as my hungry mouth was still busy exploring every inch of her luscious lips. I wanted to explore her entire body entirely and not take her in a hurry like her daughter did with me. Taking our lips back, I lay on top of Mamata Aunt’s body.

We faced each other while I lay on top of her fleshy body. We looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. Then she raised her face a bit to bite me gently on my chin. I buried my face in her face and started to move down as I slowly kissed her soft neck.

Mamata Aunty quivered with excitement. I kissed her neck passionately and gently bit her soft, tender flesh in my mouth. Mamata Aunty wrapped her hands around my neck and submitted herself, allowing me to do whatever I wanted. I slowly moved down.

I was kissing her cleavage and massaging her heavy breasts from over her blouse and saree pallo. I pushed her pallo down and hungrily started kissing her massive breasts, massaging them from over the blouse. Mamata Aunty moaned in ecstasy as I pressed her heavy breasts wildly.

I wanted to see and feel Mamata Aunt’s magnificent naked breasts again. I quickly tugged my fingers in her blouse and started unbuttoning it. Understanding my eagerness to see her breasts, she joined me in unhooking her blouse.

Once all the blouse hooks were off, I parted her blouse flaps to the sides, allowing me to view her massive cleavage covered in her bra. I hungrily kissed and massaged her breasts from over her bra. I wildly tried to pull her bra up. I fumbled as it was tight.

Mamata Aunty said, smiling, “Not like this, Chinnu, remove the hook.” She turned and showed me her back and the bra hook. I unhooked the bra. The elastic bra straps quickly snapped to the sides. I turned Mamata Aunty towards me, and she blushed, knowing that I was hungry to see her bare breasts.

Bra cups were loosely gripping her massive breasts. I moved it up hurriedly up to her neckline, giving me the most treasured view of my life, her naked, soft and heavy breasts. Mamata Aunty eagerly pressed my face onto her breasts. I was feeling their smoothness and softness all over my face.

Then I brought my mouth over her right breast nipple to suck it while lying on top of her. Mamata Aunty moaned loudly and wrapped her hands around me more tightly. My mouth hungrily sucked her sensitive, elongated, rubbery nipple, making her groan with pleasure.

My tongue kept rolling around Mamata Aunt’s nipple, giving her pleasure. I pressed her right breast wildly with both my hands, making her nipples pop out more. I sucked them and bit them gently, making her moan loudly with ecstasy.

I alternately played with both her breasts, giving Mamata Aunty pleasure. She pulled me more into her. I buried my face in her massive breasts’ cleavage. Mamata Aunt’s hands were constantly moving on my back and massaging my hair.

Sucking Mamata Aunt’s magnificent breasts became simply exuberant. It showed how much she was enjoying it, too. I raised, sat on my knees facing her, keeping my knees around her body, gripping her waist between my knees and thighs. We stared at each other.

I massaged her massive breasts, absorbing the view of her magnificent breasts, fleshy tummy and her cute face. I removed my shirt. Mamata Aunty moved her hands on my chest, feeling it in her soft hands. She tweaked both my nipples and smiled at me naughtily, which encouraged me.

I lowered my face onto Mamata Aunt’s cute face and kissed her lips, all over her cute face again. Later, we even sucked each other’s tongue for a few seconds, sucking each other’s saliva. I tried to remove her blouse from her arms. Mamata Aunty quickly understood.

She raised her hands and helped me remove it from her arms. As I removed her blouse and bra, I gripped both her raised hands and pushed them onto the bed above her head. Then I started licking her hands, moved down to her cleanly shaved armpits.

Since her hands were raised, her sensitive soft armpits were accessible to my eager mouth. Mamata Aunty moaned in excitement as my tongue moved onto her sensitive right armpit. I licked her soft armpit and bit it gently. Mamata Aunty moaned.

She quivered with excitement as I hungrily licked and bit both her armpits. In the excitement, she tried to pull her hand down from above her head to lock down her armpits as she could not resist my tongue on her sensitive armpits. But I gripped both her hands and pushed them on bed and kept on kissing her armpits. I moved from her left armpit to right and in between gave kisses on Mamata Aunt’s lips moving my tongue licking and kissing all over her upper body from her armpits, lips, nipples , her slender neck and all over face, her ears and forehead.

Once satisfied with Mamata Aunt’s upper body, I moved down to her tummy and stopped near her navel. I inserted my tongue into Mamata Aunt’s navel making her go wild as she gasped aloud with ecstasy “Aahh…..chinnuuuu…slowlyyyy.”

I was horny and I could feel Mamata Aunty was aroused as she moaned and saw her rubbing her crotch over her saree. I knew it was time to make love to Mamata Aunty. I hurriedly tugged my hands near her petticoat top and removed her saree folds from underneath it as much as possible. I saw Mamata Aunt’s petticoat cord holding tightly over her belly. I pulled the cord and her petticoat became loose. I tugged my hand underneath her petticoat and pulled it entirely down her legs along with the saree.

Mamata Aunty was lying before me in just her panty. Her fleshy thighs were bare open in front of my hungry eyes. Mamata Aunty blushed seeing me staring at her body. But she lied on the bed anxiously waiting for my next move with just a white panties on her body. I was in no hurry as I had all night to enjoy my sexy Aunt’s body. But I was curious to know Priya might be thinking seeing her mother’s body being fondled and groped. I kissed her fleshy inner thighs and moved my closer to the panty covered sacred pussy of my Aunty. Close to her crotch I could feel the heat and moistness coming from her well aroused pussy. I saw her panty drenched wet as she was being aroused by me.

Smell of Mamata Aunt’s love juices made me horny and I just buried my face on her panty covered crotch, licking it, tasting it, sucking it and biting it. She moaned and quivered in excitement letting me know that she was liking it. Mamata Aunty put her hands on my head and pushed it more onto her crotch, moaning and saying, “Oh yes Rajesh… oh yes darling.”

I couldn’t wait anymore. I held her panty waistband and pulled it down to her feet and threw it. Mamata Aunty was nude and didn’t try to hide her body from my prying eyes as she usual did. I quickly removed my pants and briefs in one pull to release my hard 8’ inch cock free and was naked.

I waved my cock towards wardrobe where Priya was hiding in the wardrobe and wondered what will be thinking seeing me and her mother naked. Turning back, I stared at Mamata Aunt’s pussy which was neatly trimmed. Maybe she trimmed it before coming here, I thought. I sat between her thighs, roamed my palm on her pussy and she smiled at me encouraging me. I buried my face into her swollen wet pussy and tasted her pussy aroma. Her juices smell was highly intoxicating and the swollen Mamata Aunt’s pussy and her throbbing labia were asking me to rub them, lick them and suck them. I hungrily sucked Mamata Aunt’s clit which had swollen, moved my tongue frantically over it. She put her hands on my head and pushed it on her crotch showing her desire to be licked and sucked.

Mamata Aunty moaned loudly “Ahh….chinnuuu……Rajeshhhh,” as my tongue started to move frantically over her swollen clit. I swayed my head left and right frantically gripping her clit in my mouth. She moaned and shook her body with excitement as I sucked her sensitive clitoris. Keeling and bending, I sucked her pussy and inserted my fingers in her pussy. I inserted one and then two fingers into her well aroused pussy and decided to finger fuck and lick her clit till she have a powerful orgasm. Her daughter had taught me that last night.

My tongue was moving over Mamata Aunt’s clit and my two fingers was busy fingering her wet pussy furiously. She began to moan loudly, “Ahhh…ohhhh…..Rajeshhhh…moreeee…….Chinnuu. Push in more. I am cumminggggg.” And her entire body started to shake like a leaf in the wind.

Mamata Aunty removed her hands from my head and thrust her body wildly on the bed wildly, as she experienced a powerful orgasm by my oral act. I moved my left hand up over her right breast twitching her nipples making her go wild by being touched. Soon Mamata Aunty just started to shout loudly, as a powerful orgasm hit her entire body, shuddering and shaking her body wildly. ”Ohhh …aaarrgghh…..I can’t….I want……..” Mamata Aunty had gone berserk with her impending orgasm. I knew she wanted to take her.

Love juices flowed out of Mamata Aunt’s pussy abundantly and she wildly swayed her hands making bangles sounds. She thrashed her hands on the bed with excitement due to the powerful orgasm she was having. I kept on licking and finger fucking her pussy furiously throughout her orgasm making her cum harder than ever.

I knew she was waiting for me to take her and I wanted it to be a memorable for her. I got on top of her, eager to penetrate her while she was enjoying her ongoing orgasm. I raised her legs, resting it on my shoulders. Aunty stared at me blushing, seeing me ready to fuck her.

I placed my cock tip on the opening of Mamata Aunt’s throbbing pussy and turned back at the wardrobe to see Priya’s reaction. I saw her face out of the door and showed me a thumbs up sign giving the green signal to take her mother. I nodded and turned back at Mamata Aunty. Her orgasm was yet not over and her body was still shaking. I inserted my thick cock into her pussy and pushed hard inside her. She gasped loudly. Mamata Aunty was pulling her legs back, her knees now resting on her tummy and her pussy was in perfect position to enter her in missionary. I pushed my cock inside her wet pussy inch by inch very easily. Seeing her eagerness, I gave a hard push and my cock was half way inside Mamata Aunt’s wet pussy. I gave another hard push and my cock penetrated her fully hitting her cervix. Her eyes were widened sensing her pussy being filled up after long time. To please her, I furiously began to ram my cock in and out of her wet pussy.

Mamata Aunty moaning loudly, she said, “Yes…yes…dear…..slowly…darling.” I was amused to hear her call me darling not Chinnu as my cock pounded her. I never stopped even for a second and started fucking her even before her first orgasm subdued. I wanted to give my Aunt another orgasm, but this time with my cock not by my fingers.

I furiously rammed my cock into her pussy burying it deep in her and pulling it back fully and burying again into her wildly. My cock began to feel heavenly feeling around it as her hot, wet vaginal walls gripped my cock tighter sucking it back into the entire depth of her sacred love hole.

Mamata Aunty screamed loudly, “Oh my God……..fuck…fuck me darling.” This encouraged me more I fucked her furiously more than ever ramming my cock wildly and deeply in her pussy which was oozing out juices abundantly. Her massive breasts were swaying on her chest wildly as I drilled her.

Mamata Aunty raised her hands and placed them on my shoulders. Then she pulled my upper body down by pulling my shoulders down gesturing she wanted to be kissed while my lower body rammed into her pussy. I understood, lowered my upper body till our both lips met. We began to kiss passionately while she fucked me back by raising her ass of the bed. We both fucked each other wildly as our lower bodies moved rhythmically making “flap” sounds as our flesh dashing into each other bodies furiously.

As I laid on top of Mamata Aunt’s body, a bit cross, due to this, my cockhead dashed on right side vaginal wall of her throbbing hot pussy. This created more friction and both of us gasped as my cock moved in a different angle making our bodies enjoy more pleasure due to higher friction in our fucking.

Mamata Aunty began to scream again with excitement “Yes darling……give me more..yesssss…like that dear…fuck me hard…oohhh…oh no….I am……..I am coming againnn,” She expressed her impending orgasm. In the excitement she wrapped her legs around my lower back and engulfed me completely in her caressing womanhood by wrapping her arms around my upper back.

I too shouted loudly calling her name, “Aunty…. Ohhh…Mamathaaaa…aaarrrggg” I experienced cum gushing out of my balls building up to a powerful orgasm. My entire body brushed against Mamata Aunt’s soft voluptuous body with her massive soft tits brushing against my chest and my face lying over her cute face.

Then we heard clapping and I knew it was her daughter, Priya. I turned and saw Priya standing naked near the bed, clapping and showing her appreciation for our performance. Mamata Aunty who was busy enjoying her orgasm didn’t hear the clapping sound, but looked, as my head was turned back. Seeing her daughter in the room, her face turned white in fear.

The story continues in next part.

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Thank you for coming back to read The Love and The Ruin. Shweta and I are quite ecstatic about the love pouring into our mailbox. Definitely encouraging. This has been one of the most momentous incidents of our lives. If you haven’t read the previous chapter, please do. Without further ado, let’s dive in!

The silence after Aarav’s confession wasn’t blank. It was alive, heavy, charged, brimming with things none of them had ever dared to say aloud. Shweta’s heart hammered as she glanced at him. Her chest rising too quickly, her lips parting like words wanted to tumble out. But nothing came.

Her thoughts whirled. Aarav. She’d known him only because of Rohan, the colleague who became his brother, the man who was always part of their vacations, their dinners, their late-night laughter. Aarav was Priya’s, not hers.

She’d thought of him as a protector, a friend who made sure she was comfortable when Priya wasn’t around. He carried bags, fetched drinks, and pulled her onto the dance floor to make her laugh. She had never thought of him as someone who looked at her like this, not until his words cracked the surface.

And now? Now he wasn’t just Aarav, the friend. He was a man. Staring at her and her body as though it was a secret he had long been aching to confess. Rohan felt the tension between Shweta and Aarav like static, shooting up and down his veins.

He had never truly pictured this moment beyond the blur of fantasy. He and Aarav had laughed about their wives before, teasing, but it had always been safe. Now he was watching his wife, his only woman, his whole world. Staring at his best friend with an emotion he had never seen in her.

His heart thudded hard enough to hurt. Was this cheating? Was he giving his blessing to something that could never be undone? He wanted to pull her back to him, but more than that, he wanted to see her step forward.

Aarav himself looked torn, jaw tight, eyes flicking nervously between her and Rohan, hands gripping his knees. “I…erm… I shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low, almost ashamed. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Shweta gulped hard. Her lips curved into a nervous, trembling smile. “No. I mean. Don’t take it back.”

Rohan’s grin broke the tension, his tone playful and coaxing. “She’s right, Aarav. You said what you felt. And look at her.” His hand slid up Shweta’s thigh, squeezing gently. “You think she doesn’t want to hear more?”

Her cheeks burned red with shyness. She smacked his chest, laughing nervously. “Rohan! You’re impossible.”

“Am I?” His eyes sparkled as he leaned closer. “Or maybe. Just maybe. I am giving you what you’ve been hinting at all night.”

She ducked her face, biting her lip, hiding a smile. “You’re both. ridiculous.”

Aarav let out a broken laugh, rubbing his face with his palm. “This feels dangerous. Too much.”

Rohan tilted his head, voice low but steady. “Then let it be dangerous. We’ve earned that, haven’t we? Five years of building everything together. If there’s one man in the world I’d let near her, it’s you. And if there’s one woman who could handle this without breaking, it’s her.”

Shweta groaned softly, her face hot, but her thighs squeezed together at the words. “You two make me sound like some prize you’re passing around.”

“Not passing,” Rohan murmured, kissing her shoulder lightly. “Sharing. That’s different.”

The word hit like a spark. Sharing. Shweta giggled nervously, looking at Aarav again. Their faces were close now, close enough for breath to mingle, close enough that neither could lean back without shattering the moment.

Her cheek brushed his first, or maybe it was his brushing hers. It wasn’t clear. It was just skin against skin, the graze of her softness against his stubble. She shivered. He froze. Neither moved away.

Then the smallest peck, lips against cheek, featherlight. It wasn’t clear who gave it. She thought maybe it was him. He thought maybe it was her. But once it happened, it was impossible not to answer it.

Another peck followed. Then one closer to the corner of her mouth. She giggled softly into his jawline, her lips trembling. “We’re being ridiculous.”

“Or careful,” Aarav murmured back, his voice strained.

Rohan smirked, watching the slow burn unfold like a fuse. “Careful is overrated. Go on. You’ll drive each other insane like this.”

Shweta’s lips brushed Aarav’s cheek again, closer this time, so close she could taste the salt of his skin. She pulled back, laughing nervously. He replicated her, brushing once more, and then retreating.

They found a rhythm, a rhythm with increasing tempo, back and forth, cheek to lips, lips to cheek, their breaths intertwining, their hearts pounding. She whispered, barely audible. “Careful isn’t what I want right now.”

And then, almost like they both gave in at the same heartbeat, their lips pressed. Not crashing, not greedy, just a trembling kiss, mouths moulding softly, parting, pressing again. A flicker of tongue, retreat. A moan from Shweta, muffled into his mouth. His hand twitched upward, aching to touch more but holding back.

Guilt suddenly twisted in Shweta’s belly: Priya’s face, Priya’s kindness, the risk of betrayal. But stronger than guilt was the pulse between her thighs and the heat in her chest. Maybe it wasn’t really about Aarav himself.

Maybe it was about Rohan watching, about Rohan letting her step into danger and still holding her steady. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t stop. Aarav’s thoughts weren’t clear either. He had kissed only one woman his whole life, Priya, since he was twenty.

He loved Priya. In fact, even in this moment when he had kissed his best friend’s wife, he still loved his own wife. But in spite of all the excitement, wild and kinky was not something in his and Priya’s sex dictionary.

Watching Shweta squirm, flushed and glowing, Aarav felt like he was standing on the edge of something forbidden and unstoppable. It wasn’t that Priya wasn’t enough. It was that Shweta was different. Wilder. Dangerous. And Rohan. Rohan wasn’t pushing him away.

Watching them, Rohan felt his chest tighten, his trousers tightening around his crotch. This wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. This was real, his wife’s first kiss with another man, his best friend, happening right in front of him. He hadn’t truly pictured this, hadn’t mapped it out in fantasies beyond a blur.

And now he was wondering, how far could this go? How far did he want it to go? The kiss deepened, slow and wet, their hesitation crumbling into hunger. Their lips moved with growing urgency, pulling back, meeting again. And still, neither of them could say who started it.

Was it her? Was it him? Or was it Rohan, steady and smiling, giving them both the courage to fall? When Shweta finally broke it, her lips were swollen, her breath ragged.

Aarav went back in for another kiss. Warmer this time, the taste of her breath fills his mouth. He hadn’t meant to go further. He’d just wanted another taste of Shweta’s lips. But the more he stayed there, the more her softness made his chest ache.

The soft sounds she made under her breath, the way her fingers trembled on his arm, all of it reached out to something in him he hadn’t named yet. “Fuck, I want more. But how?”, he thought, kissing her once, then twice, and then once again. Unconsciously, his tongue pressed against the back of his own teeth.

His imagination started meandering through dangerous territory. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting her thoroughly. He’d never done this with her; in his mind, it was forbidden territory. Even as he thought it, his hips shifted closer, his hands slid to her waist,

He tilted his head and, without thinking, flicked the tip of his tongue along the edge of her upper lip, just a quick, damp sweep, and pulled back immediately, heart hammering.

“Did I just do that?” His breath came shallow. “Do I dare again?”

He kissed her once again, slower this time, his tongue muscles tracing the underside of her lower lip, gliding across its curve before retreating again. His chest swelled and fell as though he’d run a mile in a minute. He wanted to stop and keep it at his lips only.

But the taste of her was already in his mouth, and his body refused to obey his mind. A third time. His mouth opened slightly, and he risked more, a tiny flick against her tongue itself, just the edge of it, testing, then retreating. The contact jolted him; it jolted her.

Shweta froze. “That’s his tongue. Another man’s tongue.” Wet, warm, flicking mine. Her brain raced. “Is this okay? Am I allowed to like this?” She hadn’t yet answered. But Aarav kept returning, brushing her tongue with his and then withdrawing. He couldn’t stop checking whether the door was still open.

She was still hovering on the edge of decision when she felt him begin to retreat completely, his tongue pulling back as if in apology, given that he had not gotten any response. Without processing her thoughts, she grabbed the back of his neck.

She pulled him deeper into her mouth, sealing hers over his. Then, without warning, he pulled his tongue back in. They stared at each other through half-open eyes, mouths still joined. His pupils were wide; hers trembled with guilt, but also hunger.

They kissed once again, this time with a slow, deliberate push of tongues, each exploring a little further, testing how much was welcome. Flick, pull back. Flick, pause. A soft moan from her throat. A shudder from him. The air between them tasted like a question mark.

And then the question broke. Aarav’s restraint snapped, and he dove, tongue plunging deep into her mouth. Shweta’s tongue met his, caught it, held on as though it were a lifeline. Their mouths sealed and moved, wet and hungry, tongues twisting, flicking, circling, pulling each other deeper.

The kiss went messy. Saliva drooled at the corners of their mouths, smearing over their cheeks and chins. Strings of spit stretched and broke as their lips familiarised with each other. Shweta let out a soft moan, her body heating up, her fingers running through his hair.

Aarav groaned back, his hand moving from her waist to her back. Pulling her closer as if trying to savour as much of her as was permissible in the moment. A low moan escaped her, involuntary, needy.

She pulled harder at his neck, holding him to her, kissing him like she’d wanted to all along. “Mmmm, Aarav,” she whispered against his lips between breaths. “Your tongue. Oh, God.”

Rohan watched, stunned at the escalation. This wasn’t a polite kiss anymore. It was a full-blown, spit-slick invasion, his wife locked in a tangle of tongues with his best friend. Shock and arousal twisted together in his gut as the sound of their wet, hungry kissing filled the space.

He thought, “That’s my wife. That’s my wife tasting another man’s tongue. That’s my best friend’s tongue inside her mouth.” A jag of jealousy went through him, sharp and electric, but right behind it came a heavier surge of heat. “God, look at her face. Look how hungry she is. Look at them.”

He recalled his and Shweta’s first kiss, the way she had been hesitant, how she had turned her head shyly and giggled until he coaxed her lips open with whispers and sombre nuzzling with his lips. It had taken him weeks, maybe nearly a month.

Before she’d let him slide his tongue, go beyond her teeth, and even then. She had tensed as though she was unsure about what to do with it. He had taught her, one kiss at a time, how to open up. How to take his tongue between her lips and create suction, and then leave it with a soft pop.

All of that lived in his muscle memory. And now, years later, he was watching her applying his lessons, the same moves he taught her, happening with someone else, with his best friend.

Rohan’s cock growled a bit. The jealousy didn’t go away. It intertwined with arousal until he couldn’t tell them apart.

His thoughts screamed, “This. It is darker and dirtier than anything I’ve ever imagined, he thought. This is what it means to share her. This is what it means to watch her cross the line we drew together. She’s using the tricks I taught her. She’s a pro now, and she’s showing him. My wife, my best friend, looks at them.”

Without blinking (lest he lose even the slightest movement between his wife and best friend), Rohan swallowed hard. Moistening his dry throat, trying to cool his chest, hot with emotions. Without realising it, a small sound escaped him.

He wasn’t sure if he was more turned on by the sight or by the way it manifested. Every dark thought he’d been afraid to name. He watched his long-time girlfriend-turned-wife kiss his B-school-batchmate-turned-best-friend. It was like watching the door to a room he’d built in his head swing open.

Just that, until then, he did not know what that door held. He couldn’t look away. Rohan, sitting right beside them, smirked. His voice cut through, playful. “Go on, Aarav. Explore her. She wants you to.”

Shweta broke the kiss just long enough to look at her husband, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen. “Rohan,” she said almost inaudibly, as though needing his go-ahead one last time.

Rohan smirked, gliding his hand down her thigh. “Babe, I’m showing my best friend what’s mine. Let him feel how perfect you are.”

Her eyes fluttered, and when Aarav pulled her back into a kiss, she didn’t resist. This time, his hands moved higher, brushing the side of her breast over her dress. He froze, uncertain, but Rohan chuckled and reached over, taking Aarav’s wrist and pressing it firmly against her.

“Like this,” Rohan murmured. “Don’t just hover. Feel her.”

Aarav’s fingers tightened, cupping her breast through the fabric. Shweta gasped into his mouth, moaning against his tongue.

“Y-yeah.” Aarav breathed, breaking the kiss to look down at his hand on her. “God, Rohan. She’s so fucking soft.”

Shweta moaned, arching into his touch. “Mmmm, Aarav.”

Rohan’s hand slid lower, resting briefly over her knee before squeezing her inner thighs, making her moan. Rohan grinned and said, “See? She loves it. Go slow, but don’t be afraid.”

Aarav’s eyes met Rohan’s, nervous but burning with desire. “You’re. Really okay with this?”

“More than okay,” Rohan said with a grin. “I want to see how badly you want her.”

Shweta turned towards him, lips still glistening from Aarav’s kiss, her chest rising fast. Her eyes scanned his, big, wide and uncertain. “Rohan. Did you really say that?” she whispered, with her trembling voice. “I’m your wife. I just kissed him. Your best friend.”

His hand gently squeezed her thigh, trying to inspire some relief and confidence in her. “Exactly,” he said, his grin curling darker. “That’s why it’s so hot. You’re not just anyone’s wife, you’re mine. And I’m sitting here watching you fall apart because of another man’s kiss. You don’t see it, but I do. You’re glowing, Shweta.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” he murmured, pressing his forehead briefly to hers. “Because it’s not stealing you away from me. It’s showing me a side of you I never knew I could see. I don’t lose you tonight, I get more of you. Dirtier, freer, wilder. And I want that more than anything.”

A whimper left her throat, her hand clutching his wrist. “God, Rohan. You’re making me ache. You’re saying that while I can still taste Aarav on my lips, ” Her voice trailed. She let out a shy laugh, hiding her face in his shoulder.

Rohan pulled her chin back up, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Don’t hide. Own it. Say it. Say what you want. I want to hear.”

Her voice cracked as she whispered it, half-confession, half-plea. “I want him to kiss me again. Right here. While you watch.”

Rohan’s eyes darkened. He didn’t let her off easy. “Why, Shweta? Tell me. Tell your husband why you want to kiss him while I am sitting right here.”

That commanding tone froze her, her thoughts unclear. “I. I don’t know what it is, Rohan. I love you, really, I do. I can give up the world for you. You know that. You’re my only one. And maybe that’s why it feels. Possible. Because we’re strong enough.”

Rohan’s hand slid up her thigh, steady, coaxing. “Strong enough for what? For you to desire another man?”

Her gaze darted to Aarav, then back to him, her chest rising too fast. “It’s not just any man. It’s Aarav. He’s been with us in everything, our trips, our nights out, all the laughter. He’s your best friend, like a brother. He’s Priya’s. He’s. safe.” Her voice cracked. “If it were anyone else, I’d never even think of it.”

Aarav shifted uncomfortably, his throat working, his voice low. “And what if that makes it worse, Shweta? Is it me? Priya’s husband. Your friend. Does that make this too dangerous?”

Her hand flew to his arm, clutching. “No, no, not at all. In fact, that’s exactly what makes it possible. Because I know you’d never hurt me. Or us. Or Priya. That’s why I can even breathe right now.”

Rohan studied her, his voice rough. “So, it’s trust. That’s why you want him?”

Shweta nodded shakily, then hesitated, her lips trembling. “Not just trust. It’s. You. Seeing you look at me this way. Seeing how it turns you on to watch him kiss me. It doesn’t make me feel that I am taking something away. Rather, I feel I am giving you something, giving us something. Like I’m making us bigger.”

Rohan groaned, his grip tightening on her thigh. “Fuck, baby. That’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re giving us more. Not less.”

He turned to Aarav, locking eyes. “And you? What do you feel hearing this? Knowing she wants you because of what we’ve built?”

Aarav swallowed hard, his hand trembling on his knee. “I feel. Honored. Like I’m being trusted with something sacred. I love Priya, God, I love her, I can go through nights telling the world how much I love her, and it wouldn’t be enough, but what’s here, right now, with you two. It’s different. It’s not instead of her. It’s. Alongside. If I take this step, I swear I’ll never let it break what you have. Or what I have. I’ll only ever make it stronger.”

Silence. Heavy. Charged. Their breaths, the only sound in the room. Shweta’s voice cracked, but her words were steady. “Then. Kiss me. Please. Kiss me again. Because the truth is, I want it. I want you. And I want Rohan to see that I can be his wife, and still let myself burn for you.”

Rohan’s eyes softened, his voice a whisper that broke the last wall. “Then stop waiting. Both of you. Just fucking kiss already.”

It wasn’t clear who moved first, Shweta leaning in, Aarav pulling her, but suddenly their cheeks brushed, nuzzling. A hesitant graze of lips on lips. A pause. Then another, firmer. Her soft whimper, his muffled groan. And then it broke open.

The kiss turned desperate, hot, all tongue and hunger. Aarav’s mouth devoured hers, their lips crashing, sliding, parting and crashing again. Her fingers curled in his hair, dragging him closer, while his hand slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Rohan sat frozen, his heart thundering, his cock straining against his pants, watching his wife’s mouth swallowed by his best friend’s. He hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t even dared to imagine it fully. But seeing it happen, seeing her surrender while knowing she was still his.

It was more intoxicating than anything he’d felt in his life. When Shweta moaned into Aarav’s mouth, arching toward him, Rohan let out a guttural groan of his own. He wasn’t losing her. He was gaining something darker, bigger, filthier.

And in that moment, as their tongues tangled wetly and their bodies pressed closer, there was no telling who had started it, or who wanted it more.

Between kisses, Aarav groaned, his voice rough. “Fuck. I guess some part of me always wanted this for a long time.”

Shweta pulled back just enough to whisper, her lips brushing his ear. “And now you have me. Don’t waste it.”

Rohan’s cock twitched at the sight of his wife saying that to another man. He leaned back, watching, his hand casually rubbing the bulge in his own trousers. “That’s it, baby. Show him how good you are at being wanted.”

Aarav’s lips stayed glued to Shweta’s until she broke away, gasping, cheeks flushed deep red. Her dress had ridden dangerously high, nearly exposing her inner thigh, and Aarav’s hands were on her thigh.

Her eyes opened slowly, still dazed, lips tingling. She swallowed, voice soft. “God. Kissing him feels so different.”

Her gaze darted to Rohan, searching his face. “I don’t even know what to do with how it feels.”

Rohan’s mouth curved, his thumb tracing lazy circles just above her knee. “Different good?”

A tiny laugh slipped from her throat, nervous and breathless. “Mmm. Yeah. Good. Too good.” She brushed a finger over her bottom lip as if testing the aftertaste. “It’s like I can’t. Stop thinking about it.”

Aarav shifted in his seat, his hands faltering on her thighs. “You can’t say that,” he muttered, but his eyes betrayed him, still fixed on her mouth, then sliding lower before he caught himself.

Shweta noticed the heat rushing to her cheeks. She whispered, almost shyly, “You’re staring.”

He looked away too quickly, jaw tight. “Sorry. I didn’t mean, ”

Rohan’s chuckle cut in, smooth, amused. “Aarav, man. Don’t apologise. Of course you’re staring. I know how gorgeous Shweta is. irresistable..” His voice dropped lower, coaxing. “Go on, Aarav. Tell her what you see.”

Aarav hesitated, shifting in his seat like the words weighed too much. “I shouldn’t.”

Shweta’s breath quickened as she formed the next sentence in her head, torn between nerves and curiosity. She knew that if she said it, it would cement the nature of this equation.

She finally mustered the courage to respond to Aarav, “Then maybe just don’t look away,” she said softly, eyes flicking down before darting back up.

Rohan leaned closer to her ear, his words low, coaxing. “Baby. You see how he’s looking at you? Like he wants more but doesn’t dare ask? What if you let him see a little more?”

Shweta swallowed, her fingers worrying the hem of her dress. She looked at Aarav, then at Rohan, then back again. “More?” she whispered, uncertain but curious.

The air thickened with heat, lips, tongues, hands, and the beginning of something none of them could pull back from now.

That’s all for this chapter. Can’t wait to share the next chapter with all of you. Shweta and I are having a gala time writing this. We are both equally involved in cataloguing this memory. Happy to receive feedback and integrate it, if possible, into the upcoming chapters.

You can write to me and Shweta at [email protected].

Also, we’ve been getting invitations from a lot of you to indulge in swinging. We want to clarify that we aren’t swingers, nor are we looking to meet anyone.

We have a very different view of this aspect of our life, which is not in the same vein as swinging. So, a kind request to not email us with invitations. While we are flattered, we’d love it if you could skip us on the invite! Cheers!

Tell me, how many of you like to have sex with someone younger or older than you? This is one such story.

This is a two-part story, involving passionate sex, lust, taboo, and kink.

Key figures:

Myself
Merlin – (mom) in her late 30s, my hot queen.
Roshan – (dad) lol he’s not important.
Vyshnavi – (daughter), a young teenager, their only princess.

In today’s world, everything has become easily accessible, from porn to sex toys. Before 10 years of porn, condoms and sex toys weren’t that common, but today we can find a dildo and vibrator on many 10-minute e-commerce platforms.

Coming to the story, this is a slow read. Please bear with me. I’m sure all your questions will be answered in the last part.

30-Sep-2025:

The elevator opened on the 13th floor with a sterile sound. The package in my hand felt like a gift. Byanna’s son, that lucky bastard, had no idea what he’d just handed me.

He just saw a neighbour doing a favour for another neighbour. He could not know he had just delivered the key to my deepest, most forbidden taboo fantasy.

I unlocked the door. I slammed it shut behind me, leaning on the door as I caught my breath. It was so silent in the apartment, but I could see a volcano bursting in my head. Roshan Sir’s package.

I held it up, my name scribbled next to his in the delivery agent’s messy handwriting. A mistake. A glorious, serendipitous mistake.

My mind, already buzzing from a long day and the potent image of Merlin I’d carried home, immediately went to the darkest, most delicious place. What does a man like Roshan order that he needs delivered so late? Something kinky.

It had to be. The thought was a siren’s call, impossible to resist. I tore the plastic seal, my actions frantic, hurried, a thief in my own home. The cardboard flap gave way. I peered inside, and my breath hitched in my throat.

It’s a bubble wrap of silicone sculpture, a veined, thick, and undeniably realistic Dildo, a deep, flushed pink. Shock. Pure, electric shock coursed through me. This wasn’t some random trinket; this was a tool of pleasure. Merlin’s pleasure.

A violent, possessive heat flared in my gut, my cock straining against the confines of my work trousers. This was for her. This was what she used when her respectable, income-tax-department husband wasn’t enough. The image was instantaneous and devastating.

Merlin is working as a principal in the top engineering college in the city. The elegant wife, on her knees or on her back, fucking herself with this very toy. her perfect lips parted in a silent cry. I ran to my room with the package, holding it close to my chest like a priceless treasure.

I collapsed onto my bed, the weight of my discovery and the heaviness in my groin pinning me down. I know she’ll be desperately waiting for the package. As she had already received the message saying the package was delivered. I planned to hand it over after 20 minutes with a polite smile.

But it was incinerated, replaced by something raw, primal, and obsessive. I had to have her. Not by force, never that. But by will. By cunning. I will make her want me so badly that she will beg for it like a puppy. I just closed my eyes and the fantasy consumed me, vivid and intoxicating.

I’m in their locked bedroom, not mine. She’s there, standing by the bed, her back to me, still in the elegant saree she wore this morning. She doesn’t hear me enter.

“Merlin,” I whisper, my voice a low command that makes her jump and spin around. Her eyes, wide with surprise, quickly darken with something else. Recognition. Lust.

I hold up the dildo, her secret, now mine. Her hand shut her mouth, a gasp trapped behind her fingers. She’s embarrassed, caught, exposed. But she doesn’t scream. She doesn’t call for Roshan. She just watched me, her boobs rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.

“I think you were expecting this,” I say, stepping closer. I don’t hand it to her. I place it on the bed between us, a challenge. “But I brought you something better.”

I moved closer to her. Now I touched her blouse, her body shivered under my touch, but she didn’t pull away from it. My thumb finds the hard peak of her tits, and a soft moan escapes her lips.

“Tell me you want this,” I gently bite on her earlobe.

“I… I want it,” she breathes, her voice husky and broken. “Please.”

Consent from her was enough for me; I stripped her. The only thing left on her body is her Mangalsutra. A symbol of her marriage, now a trophy for my conquest. It sways as I push her back onto the bed.

I saw that very instant u smooched her. She kissed me back with a lust that I didn’t know she possessed, her nails digging into my shoulders. I let my hands roam everywhere, the generous curve of her hip, the softness of her inner thigh, the wet heat already gathering at her core.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her body. I worship her breasts, sucking one taut nipple into my mouth while I roll the other between my fingers. She cries out, her back bowing off the bed. “Yes, right there! Don’t stop!”

I continue my descent, kissing my way down her trembling stomach. I hook her legs over my shoulders, pulling her very essence to my mouth.

I made her lie before me. The scent of her arousal and wet pussy mixed with sweat is the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever known. I didn’t wanna tease her, I wanna show her the real pleasure. I dive in, my tongue circling her clit with a firm and relentless pressure.

Her hips buck against my face, her hands tangling in my hair, not to pull me away but to hold me closer. She’s chanting my name again and again. I imagined this scene all my life, a sign of lust.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that sweet and spongy spot deep within her. She is so wet, not so tight, I’m sure she has had enough experience.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Merlin,” I tell her, my voice ragged with my own need. “And you’re going to forget every other man’s name.”

I placed the head of my cock pressing against her slick folds. I saw her, her face a mask of ecstasy, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes glazed with desire. I pushed inside. Slowly. So slowly. Stretching her, filling her, claiming her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as a guttural, broken scream is torn from her throat. It’s a sound of utter completion. And then I begin to move.

A sharp buzz at my front door ripped through the fantasy, shattering my dream, begging Merlin beneath me.

I jerked upright on my bed, disoriented. I could hear my heart beat. The package lay next to me, a damning piece of evidence. The buzzer sounded again, insistent, impatient.

Could it be? Had they realised? Was Roshan at my door, angry? But I was so high that I ignored it.

Now, back in my silent apartment, with the proof of her—or rather, her husband’s—hidden desires sitting on my bed, that pyre erupted into an inferno. I walked back to my room, my movements slow, deliberate. I picked up the silicone toy.

It was heavier than it looked, surprisingly realistic, veined and formidable. Cold. My hand wrapped around its base, and my eyes fell shut. This is how it would happen. I wouldn’t force her. I’d make her beg for it.

In my mind, I was no longer in my bland rented room. I was in their master bedroom. It’s dark, lit only by the ambient glow of the city through the window. She’s there, Merlin is a visual treat, unconscious seduction. Her white, thin T-shirt is enough to hint at the dark circles around her areolas.

No bra. My gaze, against its will, over the soft curve of her stomach to the tiny black shorts that clung to her hips. They were so short they were almost indecent, revealing the powerful, smooth milky thighs. And so fucking hot it stole the air from my lungs.

“What are you doing here?” she’d gasp, but there’s no fear in her eyes. Only a wild, startled curiosity.

“I brought back what you ordered,” I’d say, my voice low and steady, holding up the dildo.

Her hand would fly to her mouth. A sharp inhale. Embarrassment, then a dawning, thrilling shame. “That’s not— Roshan must have—”

“It doesn’t matter.” I’d take a step closer. “The question is… do you want to see how it feels?”

She wouldn’t answer. She’d watch me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, each breath making her magnificent breasts strain against the thin cotton. That’s all the consent I’d need. I’d close the distance between us.

My free hand slides around the nape of her neck, pulling her into a kiss not of gentle romance, but of raw, claiming hunger. Her lips would part not in protest, but in surrender. A little moan would escape her throat, and I’d swallow it whole.

My fingers would find the hem of her t-shirt and pull it up and over her head in one fluid motion. There. Her breasts were even more perfect than I’d imagined. Full and heavy with dusky pink nipples already pebbled hard from anticipation.

I’d drop to my knees, my face nuzzling the softness of her stomach, my hands gripping the delicious swell of her hips, pulling her tight black shorts down those incredible thighs. They’d fall to the floor,

She’d step out of them, standing before me completely naked except for that symbol of marital duty—the mangalsutra resting between her breathtaking breasts.

I’d lean forward, my tongue lashing one taut nipple while my thumb circles the other. She’d cry out, her hands tangling in my hair, pushing my face harder against her. “Yes,” she’d whimper, “Oh god, yes.”

I’d lay her back on the bed, her dark hair fanning out on the pillow. I’d kiss my way down her body, worshipping every inch, until I reached the apex of her thighs. She’d be glistening already, her scent—musky and sweet—filling my head.

I’d bury my face in her, my tongue tracing slow, torturous circles around her clit before delving deep inside her. Her back would arch off the bed, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm would crash over her, wet and intense. But I wouldn’t be finished. Not nearly.

As she’d lie there, trembling and sensitive, I’d rise above her, holding the cold, smooth silicone. I’d press the tip against her soaked, willing entrance. Her eyes would fly open, wide with a new kind of shock.

“What are you—”

“Shhh,” I’d whisper, kissing her deeply. “Just a new toy. For my good girl.”

And I’d push, not with my cock, but with it. Her eyes would roll back in her head as the foreign, unyielding girth stretches her, fills her in a way I imagined Roshan never could. A choked sob of pleasure-pain would escape her lips. “It’s… so much…”

“You can take it,” I’d growl, my own cock aching, dripping onto her stomach. “You’re taking it so well.” I’d begin to move it, a slow, deliberate rhythm, in and out, my eyes locked on where it disappears into her body.

I’d lean down, capturing a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard as I fucked her with the toy, matching its rhythm with my tongue.

Her moans would become screams, unchecked, primal. Her legs would wrap around my back, her heels digging into me, pulling me closer, demanding more. “Faster,” she’d beg, her mind gone, lost to sensation. “Please, faster!”

I’d oblige, pistoning the dildo into her, the wet, slick sounds of our imagined union filling the room. I’d feel her inner muscles clench around the silicone, milking it, and she’d shatter again, her body seizing, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow.

“Oh God! Oh God!” she’d scream, her voice cracking with the force of it.

My own release would be close, throbbing and urgent. I’d release the toy, letting it stay buried inside her, and I’d guide my own aching length to her lips. “Your turn,” I’d rasp. “Open.”

Her eyes, dazed and submissive, would meet mine. Her tongue would dart out, and she’d open her mouth.

A sudden, sharp knocking at my actual, real-life door shattered the fantasy so completely I gasped aloud. My hand was still wrapped around the base of the dildo, my pants were tented, and my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest.

The voice that came back was younger, softer, and decidedly feminine. “Sir? I… I’m sorry to bother you. It’s Vyshnavi from next door. Our Wi-Fi is down, and my father needs to file something urgent for work, as my parents aren’t home. My mom said you work in IT… could you maybe help, please?”

To be continued.

Like-minded souls can text me at [email protected]. I will be waiting for you.

Hello friends, mera naam Pratham hain aur main Kolhapur, Maharashtra se hu. Bahot dino baad, main apni ek story yahape upload kar raha hu. Isliye, bina time waste kiye sidha story pe aate hain.

Pehle main apne baare mein bata deta hu: meri age 22 years hain, height 5.7 ft hain, weight 70 kgs hain, average body aur wheatish skin tone hain.

Ye story pichle week ki hain. Main raat mein ek friend ko uske ghar chodne gaya tha. Uska ghar city ke bahar ek gaon mein hain. Isliye waha jane ka road thoda sun saan hain aur kheton se bhara hua hain.

Jab main use chhod kar wapas aa raha tha, tabhi mujhe road pe ek chote se ghar ke paas ek ladka dikhayi diya. Usne mujhe wave karke rukne keliye kaha. Pehle to mujhe laga ki aisi sun saan sadak par kisi anjaan ke kehne par nahi rukna chahiye – safe nahi rahega. Par phir maine dekha to decent sa banda tha; haath mein bag lekar khada tha. Ladka dikhne mein thik thak laga. Isliye maine bike rok di.

(Abhi tak mere mann mein koi ganda thought nahi aaya tha; maine bas help karne keliye bike roki.)

Jaise hi maine bike roki, to usne kaha ki, “Hi, thank you bike rokne keliye… actually, main weekend keliye gaav aaya tha. Ab wapas college keliye Kolhapur ja raha hu, par itni raat ko mujhe kuch mil nahi raha jaane keliye. Agar tum usi side jaa rahe ho to mujhe waha tak drop kar doge?”

Maine 2 sec socha. Phir usko kaha ki main use drop kardunga. Phir wo thank you bol ke mere piche baith gaya.

Abhi abhi barish huyi thi aur road ke side mein khet the. Isliye bahot thand lag rahi thi. Hum dono aise hi yaha waha ki batein karte huye jaa rahe the. Tabhi road mein suddenly gaddhha dikha, to maine zor se break lagayi. To wo aage slide ho kar mujhe piche se aake chipak gaya aur support keliye usne haat aage rakhne ki try kari.

Uss chakkar mein usne apna haath mere lund pe rakh diya. Maine tab track pant pehni thi. Usse jaise hi feel hua, to usne sorry sorry keh kar apna haath hata diya aur piche sarak ke baith gaya. Phir thodi der keliye hum dono bhi chup the. Uska haath lagne ki wajah se mere lund khada hone laga tha.

Itne mein hi usne apna ek hath mere kandhe pe rakh diya. Mujhe laga jaise bike pe log baithte hain agle wale ke kandhe par hath rakhke, waise rakha hoga. Phir thodi der mein piche se meri gand par uska hath feel hua. Jab maine kuch kaha nahi, to usko usne green signal maan liya aur aage aakar mujhse chipak gaya.

Wo ab piche se mujhe almost hug karke baitha tha. Phir usne apna ek hath meri chest par rakha aur dusra mere lund pe aur phir ragadne laga. Mujhe bahot maza aa raha tha. Isliye mere muh se ‘ah ahh’ nikal raha tha.

Usko samajh agaya ke main fas chuka hu. To wo mujhe piche se mere neck par kiss karne laga. Aur dheere se kaan mein bola ki, “Mera muh mein loge kya?”

Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki aise directly ha kaise bolu. Maine kuch nahi kaha, to usne zor se mera lund daba ke bola ki, “Main bhi tumhara muh mein lunga… tum bas ha karo.”

To maine ha bola. Tab usne kaha ki uske PG room pe jaate hain; waha wo akela rehta hain.

To jald hi hum dono uske room pe pohche. Aur jaise hi hum andar gaye, usne door lock kiya aur mere upar kud gaya. Hum dono ek dusre ko bahot passionately kiss kar rahe the. Phir thodi der kiss karne ke baad, usne mujhe bed pe dhakela, aur meri shirt nikali.

Phir wo mere neck se kiss karte karte mere nipples tak aaya, aur phir nipples chusne laga. Mujhe bahot maza aa raha tha. Main uska sar pakad ke mere nipples chusva raha tha. Phir dheere dheere wo aur niche gaya, aur pant ke upar se mera lund usne pakad liya aur hilane laga.

Phir mujhse control nahi ho raha tha. Isliye maine apni pant niche ki, aur usko mera lund muh mein lene keliye kaha. Usne mera lund pakda, aur pehle jibh se pura lund chaat liya. Aur phir pura lund apne muh mein le liya.

Wo mera lund bahot achhe se chus raha tha. Bahot dino baad koi mera lund chus raha tha. Isliye mujhe bahot maza aa raha tha.

Phir lund chuste chuste wo niche gaya, aur meri gaand chatne laga. Uff! Kya mast chaat raha tha wo, ekdum gili karke. Main to bas moan kar raha tha, “Aahhh… ummmm… yess… yess…” karke.

Phir thodi der baad wo upar aaya, aur usne apni pant niche ki, aur uska lund mere aage kiya. Uska bhi lund average size ka tha (maybe 5 inch ka) par mast tha.

Maine fatak se uska lund muh mein liya, aur chusne laga. Uska lund meri thuk se puri tarah se gila hogaya tha. Phir usne mera sar pakda, aur lund aage piche karke mera muh chhodne laga.

Phir usne mujhse pucha, “Muh mein to le hi liya hain… ab gaand mein bhi lelo?”

Maine has kar usko ‘haa’ bol diya.

Jaise hi maine ha bola, waise hi usne side ke drawer se ek cream nikali, aur mere gand pe lagadi. Phir wo meri gand mein ungli dalne laga. Mujhe jaise, mano, nasha chadne laga tha. Wo mujhe fingering karne laga, aur main bas “ahhh… ahhh… ahh… oh yes…” kar raha tha.

Phir ab mujhse raha nahi ja raha tha. Maine usse kaha ki, “Ab daal bhi do na apna lund meri gand mein.”

Ye sunte hi usne uska lund mere hole pe rakh ke ragdne laga aur phir dheere se andar dalne laga. Usne cream lagake fingering ki thi. Isliye itna dard nahi ho raha tha.

Dheere dheere usne apne lund ka topa andar daal diya aur phir ek jorr se jhatka maara aur pura lund aandar chala gaya. Aur main ‘aahhhhhhhh’ karke chillaya. To wo mujhe kiss karne laga.

Jaise hi main thoda shant hogaya to wo apna lund meri gaand mein aage piche karne laga. Dheere dheere wo apni speed badhata ja raha tha, aur main maze le raha tha. “Ahh… yess, fuck me… yes… yes… yess… fuck my ass…” aise bol ke use aur uksa raha tha.

Usne pehle missionary mein meri gaand mari, phir mujhe kaha ki, “Doggy style mein aa.”

Phir wo mere piche se aaya aur piche se gaand marne laga. Phir thodi der baad, phirse usne missionary mein aake mujhe kiss karte karte meri gaand mar raha tha. Phir wo upar utha aur mere lund par thuk kar mujhe chodte huye mera lund hilane laga.

Uske zor zor ke dhakko se pehle hi mera lund ekdum tight hogaya tha, aur precum aa raha tha. Thodi der baad, main jhadne wala tha.

Jaise hi maine usko kaha ki, “Ahhh… yes… yes… karte raho… mera paani nikalne wala hain…” waise hi usne apni speed aur badhayi chodne ki aur hilane ki bhi. Aur phir thodi hi der mein mera saara paani mere pet aur chest par nikal gaya.

Par uska abhi bhi nahi nikla tha. Wo abhi bhi mujhe zor zor se chodd raha tha. Main abhi bhi bahot maze le raha tha. Meri gand se uske thighs takrane ki wajah se ‘thap thap thap’ ki awaj aa rahi thi. Aur hum dono ke muh se ‘ahh ahh ahhh’ ki awaz aa rahi thi.

Thodi der bad, uska paani nikalne wala tha. Usne pucha ki, “Mera paani kahape loge?”

To maine kaha, “Chest pe gira dena.”

To phir usne apna lund meri gand mein se nikal diya aur mere pet par baith ke zor se apna lund hilane laga. Aur phir jald hi usne apna saara garam garam maal meri chest par nikal diya, aur mujhpe gir kar mujhe kiss karne laga.

Thodi der waise hi letne ke baad, hum dono ne eksath shower liye, aur fresh hogaye. Phir maine apne kapde pehne, aur phir usko hug karke ‘bye’ bol ke apne ghar keliye nikal gaya.

Aur iss sab mein baat ye hain ki main usko uska naam puchna hi bhul gaya. Jisne meri gaand mari, uska mujhe naam bhi nahi pata. Anyway, maza to bahot aaya.

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