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Hi, I am Sanjay. Now I am going to share a new story that happened in my friend’s life.

This story involves his sex session with his divorced cousin. How it starts and how it goes. I am sharing his sex journey from his point of view.

I am Rohit, age 37 years, height 5’11”, Fair in colour. I am physically fit, have a well-maintained body. My Cousin is Anusha, she is a mature woman, age 35 years, divorced, who is 5’3″ tall, with dusky skin. Her body stats are 34-32-38. She looks Chubby for her height.

Even though I am Fair and fit, I couldn’t love any girl, and sex is out of the syllabus for me. I have the worst luck; I couldn’t get a girl for marriage, also, due to bad luck in my horoscope. I was frustrated with my life being single. After listening to my friend Sanjay’s incident, I couldn’t control myself.

I even asked for a chance to fuck his cousins, but he denied. So, I’m waiting for my luck to have sex at least with my cousin, even though she is not attractive. She is working as a Maths lecturer, staying alone in a terrace room in Mysuru. She applied for a divorce after 4months of her marriage (3years back).

Her husband was impotent but was blaming her and behaving rudely with her. But due to COVID and other reasons, judgment was delayed. Her ex-husband put a false case against her that she was having an affair with her colleagues, friends, etc.

She was frustrated with all these and was thinking of leaving him, even without alimony. We were both in a struggle with our reasons. One fine day, related to business in Mysuru, I had to stay at my cousin’s place for 7 days. It was convenient to me.

1st day of my stay, she welcomed me with a warm hug. First time I felt her boobs. She was in her loose T-shirt and night pants. I thought she was not wearing a bra as she was at home. I felt the flesh of her boobs. On that day, we chit-chatted about our childhood play, mischief, etc.

We ate food at night. It was a 10*10 room with an attached bathroom. So, I slept on the single bed cot, and she slept on the floor. She slept early as she had to attend the court hearing the next day. I was browsing on my mobile till 12, I was reading stories on ISS about Cousin sex, which aroused me.

I looked at Anu, and she slept deeply. Her t-shirt came up to her waist. I got aroused by looking at her navel and thought of touching her body. I went near her, and I placed my hands on her exposed waist. My heart is beating fast as it was the first time for me. Her boobs are going up and down with her breathing.

I start to rub her waist and hold her shirt and lift upwards. She didn’t react as she was in a sound sleep. I lifted her shirt till her boobs and saw a glimpse of her boobs. I thought of touching her boobs, but she turned aside. I felt heaviness due to fear, but couldn’t control my lust either.

So, I went to the bathroom to jerk myself. I saw her used panties there. I took it in my hand and masturbated in her panties. Left her panties in the same place and slept on my bed that day.

The next day, Anu went to court, and I returned home after my work. I cleaned the house and washed soiled clothes. I found 3-4 panties and 2 bras in the bucket. I feel her body by touching her innerwear. I cleaned all the clothes and hung them to dry.

While I was hanging Anu’s underwear, her neighbour, Sheela, came to the terrace. She is in her mid-40s, a Widow with one child staying in the house below. She has a sexy figure and maintains her body very well. She looks young for her age.

She is fair in colour. She looks like a serial actress, Jyothi Poorva or Jyothi Rai. Her huge boobs and buttocks are attractive in a nightie. She introduced herself and me, too.

After knowing about my stay, she told me to ask her for any help if I want during my stay. I nodded. She noticed me hanging Anu’s innerwear and gave a wicked smile. I replied to her with a smile. She went to her home after hanging her clothes.

I noticed Sheela’s bra size on the strap, mentioning size 40. Sheela had huge boobs. After a while, I masturbated by thinking of Sheela’s boobs and buttocks and took a bath. After a while, I prepared food for both. Anu returned home at 5 PM. She was tired and dull while coming. She went to freshen up.

Anu found that everything was cleaned, including her clothes. She asked about the same. I didn’t have any work, so I cleaned everything rather than sitting idle. She found her innerwear hanging outside to dry. She got shy, as she found I washed her inners.

Later that day, we had food that I prepared. She thanked me for cleaning the room and clothes. I asked about the day. She put on a sad face and started to cry. In court, her ex-husband’s lawyer slammed her by defaming her with false sex allegations.

She will get a divorce in the next hearing, but with the cost of defamation, she said. I hugged her to console her. I felt her boobs again. She didn’t have a habit of wearing a bra in the house, I thought. She is getting better with my hug, but my cock is getting hard with the feeling of her boobs.

To utilise the moment, I slowly started to rub her back and started to feel her body. I felt that she also started to enjoy my act. I hold her face, wiping her tears, and look into her eyes. I consoled her and kissed her forehead. She didn’t react.

“You were married to the wrong guy; don’t think about him today. Leave him first so that you can enjoy your life to the fullest.”

By consoling her, I placed a kiss on her lips. She surrendered to my words; she didn’t react to my kiss, but didn’t oppose either. I thought it was a green signal. I started to kiss her lips while massaging her head. She started to respond now, and we were kissing deeply for a few minutes.

I put my hand on her boobs to press. But suddenly she pushed me back and told me it’s not right. I moved to proceed further. But she said, I am getting sleep. She went to sleep on the floor immediately. My cock was rock hard due to the kiss. I couldn’t get to sleep thinking of fuck her.

I went to the bathroom and jerked with her panties again. The next day, she went to the bathroom to get a bath. The bathroom has a ventilator towards the terrace. I went near the Ventilator to watch her nude. I saw her changing her clothes, so I started to record on my mobile.

She removed her T-shirt, her huge boobs exposed. She has round-shaped boobs with dark brown nipples, which were not used properly. She removed her pants along with her panties. Her pussy was covered with hair. She has not cleaned them. I got aroused by watching her.

The ventilator is at a high level; it was not comfortable to watch her live. So I got down and recorded her bathing for a while, and went to a sleeping position before she came out of the bathroom.

She came out of the bathroom after a few minutes. She came out with a towel covering the top of her boobs and her thighs to her knees. She woke me up and told me to go outside as she wanted to change her dress, as it had no separate room for privacy.

I pretend like I just woke up and went outside. She closed the door from inside, but the window glass was broken into small pieces at a high level. A person with 5’9″ feet can see inside the room neatly.

I stand near the window without getting noticed by her. She removed her towel, and she stood naked in front of the mirror. She started to feel her boobs by pressing them. (I thought she was thinking of the previous day’s incident).

She tried to wear a bra that was too tight for her boobs, so she left that aside and wore a blouse directly. The blouse was also tight around her boobs, but she pressed her boobs and put hooks on the front. Due to this, her boobs pumped up. My cock is getting hard.

She bends to put on her panties, and I saw her butt hole. She put on a blouse and started to wear a saree. Without specs, she looks sexy to my eyes as she comes fresh. She was in her bra and panties, and her deep belly button looked attractive. I clicked some photos of her.

She opened the door and called me inside once she got ready. As I entered, I watched her boobs stacked inside her blouse. She noticed me. She told me to have food and went to school without having food, as it was already late.

I closed the door behind her and started to watch the video that I recorded. I started to masturbate while watching her sexy boobs and huge buttocks. I got freshened up and had food. I was planning to trap her to have sex with her before vacating her room.

Later that day, while cleaning the clothes, her neighbour, Sheela, came to the terrace to hang her clothes. She was in a deep-necked nightie. Her boobs’ cleavage is exposed more than usual. I guess she intentionally wore that dress to provoke me.

She didn’t wear innerwear, I guessed. I think you wash the clothes neatly, especially innerwear, she asked me. I didn’t say anything, just smiled. She bent to pick up her clothes to hang, and I saw her huge boobs, almost full, which were hanging. She was in a position to tempt me.

She looked at me while I was watching her boobs. I turned my head and started washing. Sheela came near me. If you need any help, please feel free to ask me, Any help, she insisted. My cock gets growing while I saw her body from close. She noticed that.

She gazed at my cock and said again, ‘Don’t hesitate to ask for help.” She bit her lips and lifted her dress to expose her legs up to her knees while saying. I shuddered at her action and went inside immediately. I don’t know why, maybe because this is my first experience. Sheela went to her house.

I thought to proceed with Sheela once, but I’m afraid, as I’m not aware of her. I jerked again to cool my dick by imagining Sheela’s boobs. Before Anu comes home, I cleaned the whole area and brought some erotic Candles and Condoms.

During the time Anu was coming, I went to the bathroom to get fresh and trimmed all the hair on my cock. She called me when she was at the door. I purposefully didn’t react, so she thought I went outside. She came inside with a spare key. By that time, I came outside naked, with my 5-inch limp cock.

Anu looked at my naked body, she watched me from top to bottom, and her eyes stuck on my clean-shaven naked cock. My cock is getting hard from watching this scene. Anu stares at my erect cock, and my cock grows to its original 7-inch size.

I intentionally didn’t wear any clothes. Anu is looking at my huge cock like a statue without blinking her eyes. After a few seconds, I interrupted her by covering my cock, “Sorry, Anu, I thought you would be late.” I covered myself with a towel.

Anu went to the bathroom without saying a word. I changed to a T-shirt and Shorts without innerwear. Anu didn’t come even after 5 minutes, so I went near the bathroom. I heard little moaning sounds. I thought she was aroused and was fingering herself while watching my naked cock.

She came outside after 15 minutes with a loose T-shirt and Night pants. I can see her satisfaction on her face. There was silence between us for a few minutes. I broke the ice by asking, “Shall we go to a movie tonight?” as tomorrow is Saturday, she had a holiday at her school, and she nodded.

We planned to eat food outside. So, we got ready in the next few minutes. I was changed into a T-shirt and jeans. Anu changed to a knee-length skirt with a sleeveless crop top. I never saw her in that type of dress. She was looking sexy in that dress.

Her Juicy boobs are tempting me to suck over the dress. She caught me staring at her boobs. Somebody is watching something else rather than going to a movie, she said.

We went to a movie at the nearby theatre after having food. In the whole theatre, 4-5 couples are there, including us. We took our seats in the top-middle row. Once film stars, Lights get off.

The film starts boring within 15-20 minutes, I look around for others. 2 Couples in front of us started smooching already. 1 couple behind us at the corner seat started to do erotic things. I looked at Anu, and she was busy watching a couple at the right corner seat below.

I looked at them, and I guess they are college-going couples. Guy inserted his hand and started to press his girlfriend’s boobs. I placed my hand on Anu’s thigh and lifted her skirt to expose her thighs. She didn’t react as she was busy watching a young couple’s act.

I rubbed my hands on her thigh and moved my hands near her pussy. She jerked with my act and looked at me. I continued rubbing her thighs. She was breathing heavily now. She held my hand on her thighs. I bent towards her, kissed her lips, and placed my hand on her boobs.

I went to press her boobs, but she went outside immediately without uttering a word, with heavy breath. I followed her and asked for her forgiveness. She didn’t say anything. She is not feeling comfortable and will go to the room, she said. We returned home.

She went to the bathroom as soon as we entered the room. She was bathing for 30 minutes. I got to know from the theatre incident that Anu is aroused to have sex but had the fear to proceed further. I changed to a T-shirt and shorts without underwear.

Before she came from the bathroom, I lit up all the erotic candles. She changed to a knee-level oversized T-shirt and came out of the bathroom. I noticed she didn’t wear both a bra and panties inside the shirt. Her boobs are bouncing while coming, and her buttocks are exposed, their size above her dress.

By watching her assets, my cock starts to grow. She noticed it. She saw candles, and those smells are pleasing her mood. She feels freshness. I noticed her mood changes. Anu, you are looking sexy in this outfit, I said. Yesterday’s kiss changed your opinion on me, she replied.

She was making her bed ready to sleep. I went near her and put my hand on her hips. Really, you are looking hot. She felt hot and started to sweat, I noticed. Before proceeding further, she went to sleep by saying goodnight.

What happened that night? Did Rohit fuck his cousin? Wait for the next part. Till then, give feedback on [email protected].

I slowly entered the gate, and now, instead of taking the stairs, I wanted to take a chance and go in the elevator. Waited for the lift to come from the 8th Floor. Got into the life and reached my door, I then realised I forgot my flat keys in the car itself.

Now I have to go back to the car and get the keys. I ran back to the car, got the keys, took the elevator and finally got into the flat. Took a deep breath and then called Divya.

Divya: What took you so long?

I explained everything in detail. Divya was very happy, and so was I. Finally, I have done something that I have always wanted to do. But the time was now just 3 AM.

Divya: Now ready for the next dare, dear.

Sam: Another one I have already done so much.

Divya: I told you right, I will give you dares until 6 AM in the morning today, and you have to fulfil every dare.

Sam: Sure, I will, dear Love.

Divya: Now the 2nd Dare is Go to your bedroom, take a t-shirt from the wardrobe, don’t wear it, but hold it in your hand. You already have the parcel that you received. Hope you have already put the ice cream in the fridge.  Put the T-shirt in the parcel bag you received, along with the Vibrator Ring and Cigarettes. Now, like earlier, lock the door, take the bag, and this time carry your phone along with you.

Get out of your apartment, keep the bag in your car, don’t close the door, open the vibrating ring package and wear it on your dick as per the instructions given in the manual. Light a Cigarette, have a nice smoke, and then get into the car and call me.

Sam: Why in the car again? Are you planning to make me go around the city naked?

Divya: Hahaha! You will know eventually.

Sam: Ok, this seems exciting! Let’s do this.

I collected all the stuff as mentioned by my love, locked the door, and by now the fear was gone. I took the lift to go down. I went to the main gate. The moment I was about to step out of the gate, I saw a Police patrolling bike coming towards my apartment.

I quickly went inside and hid behind a pillar on the ground floor. The police came near our apartment. Seeing the gate open, they stopped for a moment and looked around to see if there were any unexpected vehicles around. They waited for a couple of minutes.

Both of them were talking to each other, I was shit scared, and many thoughts were running through my mind, like did the delivery boy complain to the police about my nudity, or did anyone from the opposite apartments see me naked?

As the thoughts were running in my mind after 5 minutes, the cops started to come towards the gate. One of them looked around to see if there was anything suspicious, and then he closed the gate. Both of them sat on their patrol bike, started it, and left from the place.

I waited for a couple of more minutes, and then I started towards the gate to see if anyone was around. Now, carefully, I went to the car, opened the door, placed the bag on the seat and opened the Vibrating ring package.

I read the instructions carefully. This is the first time I was using this, and I was not sure how Divya knew about this stuff.

About the Vibrating ring: This has 2 silicone rings, one big and one small, and in the middle, there is a small vibrator with 7 modes of vibration. As per the instructions, both rings have to be worn on the dick first. The larger ring has to be stretched and get the balls into it, and at the bottom of the dick, the vibrator sits.

As mentioned, I opened the box, and there was this device and a lubricant. First, I opened the lubricant and applied it to my dick and balls properly, and then I applied some of it to the ring as well. Now I wear the ring mentioned in the instructions.

Due to all the fearful experiences earlier with the cops, my dick erection subsided. The moment I wore the ring, my dick started to get an erection, and it became so hard that I had never felt before. Usually, after erection, my dick size is 6 in.

But after wearing this ring, the erection size was larger, and the thickness also increased.  After all this activity, I lit a cigarette and had a smoke, the feeling of my erect and throbbing dick, the cool breeze and all of the above, the feeling that I am completely naked on the road, what an amazing feeling it is.

Slowly finished my cigarette and sat in the car. This was the first time I was sitting completely naked in the car, and as instructed by my love, I called her.

Divya: Hope you are enjoying the feeling, and how did the Cock ring fit you?

Sam: It’s a bit tight, but I think it is meant to be like that. After wearing it, my erection size has increased and also the thickness. I am sure if you had been here, you would have loved it.

Divya: Show it to me now!

Clicked the pic of my dick and sent it to her.

Divya: Oh My Good! I’m getting an orgasm just by looking at it, the veins on your dick and making me go crazy! Did you start the vibrator?

Sam: Not yet.

Divya: Then what are you waiting for? Start the vibrator and send me another click.

The moment I started the vibrator, what the fuck is this! What an extraordinary feeling this is! Oh my god!

I took a pick and sent it to Divya.

Divya: Woh! Your dick looks like a piece of art to me, and who would need a dildo when one has suck a dick?

Divya: Now drive all the way to Cyber Hub in Gurgaon. You cannot remove the ring, but you can turn the vibrations on and off.

Sam: What, all the way from Delhi to Gurgaon in the car, that too naked.

Divya: Yes, but you have a few tasks to finish on the way, my dear Baby.

Sam: What are they? You don’t want me to parade naked on the highway.

Divya: Maybe or may not be, wait for the suspense! Keep driving, now it’s already 4 AM.

I started driving the car; there was very little traffic on the road, as it was already 3:30 AM, but being Friday, many people started getting towards their homes, and even then, I could see very little traffic.

The feeling of literally driving naked in the car all around the city was amazing, I would never have thought, even in my dreams, that I would have this much courage to do such a dare. Meanwhile, I received a notification on my phone, it was from Divya.

Darling, this is for you. Why should boys have all the fun! Divya was on her activa, going around in her colony completely naked.  I called her

Divya: Hi Baby, how did you like it??

Sam: Baby, you naked on the road, that too on a bike?

Divya: Yes, after looking at that tall and thick dick of yours, I have gone mad. I wanted to masturbate but in the open air, so here I am.

Sam: Where are you going now? It’s 4:15 AM now, and people in the colony might come out of their houses for a morning walk.

Divya: Don’t worry, there is a secluded place nearby, and I am carrying my shorts and camisole with me. If I see anyone on the road, I will quickly wear them.  How far are you now?

Sam: Will reach in another 20 mins.

Divya: Now your task is to find a nearby bus stop on the way, which is secluded, and stop there.

Sam: Why?

Divya: Let’s masturbate together, darling, I am dying to see that Thick black dick of yours

Sam: You are really gone crazy today.

Divya: I always wanted to, but wanted you to take the initiative

Sam: Now that I have taken this, this is going to be fun.

Divya: Yeah, but there are a few more things in the box for you to do today, my dear

Sam: Oh, I am excited

Meanwhile, I found a place that is an old bus stop, which I don’t think is being used anymore. It was completely dirty. I stopped the car, and there were no street lights as well. I found it safe.

Divya: Now take that t-shirt which I told you to carry along with you and walk to the bus stop and find a good place there, you can sit and we can masturbate mutually.

Sam: This place is complete filth, it smells of urine everywhere!

Divya: Then sit on the bench that is usually there at the bus stop

Sam: But sitting there, anyone can see me clearly

Divya: Now it’s up to you. I have been holding out for a long time now. I cannot wait anymore, show me that dick of yours. Started the video call

Damn, she was literally sitting on the pavement naked and masturbating with 3 fingers in her wet glory hole. It was an absolute delight to watch, and my dick was so hard that even I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat on the floor behind the bench in the same filth, but the lust took over.

I sat there with my vibrating ring on my cock and started masturbating! Wohaa, what a feeling it was, really! Divya was on the pavement in the middle of the road, lying there and fingering herself with loud moans. There was no fear at all; the lust in her had completely taken over every fear of hers.

Those big boobs were dancing with the speed at which Divya was fingering herself.  So was with I, I was literally sitting in the filth with foul smell of urine all around. I was there masturbating hard, none of the things came into my mind when I was watching Divya in the call.

It was just my eyes and my hand stroking my thick black dick. After 10 minutes of complete passing, both of us had an orgasm that we never had in our lives nor will have again!

We sat for a couple of minutes relaxing and then realised where we were. I quickly got up, cleaned myself with the t-shirt itself, and came back to the car. But Divya was still lying there on the pavement naked.

I told Divya that I’m back in the car and starting towards Cyber hub.

Divya now got up and had a wicked smile on her face and said This is the last dare for the day! You will have to finish before 6 AM.

Sam: What, another one?

Divya: Yes, and the last one!

Sam: Ok, after all of this, one more. Shoot the dare!

Divya: Is the vibrator on or off??

Sam: I switched it off after our masturbation session and removed it.

Divya: Now, while on the same road, after crossing Cyber Hub, a place where you will find a lot of trans girls who are actually sex workers looking for clients.  Now you will have to go there, get out of the car, talk to them, and bargain with them for a blowjob in the car.

Sam: What are you out of your senses, Divya? You want me to hire a bitch on the road and get a blowjob?

Divya: Yes, you heard it right, my dear. The task is not about the blow job. I think you are forgetting something; you have to get out of the car and talk to them.

Sam: So, is getting out of the car a big deal?

Divya: My dear boyfriend, did you forget that you are naked in the car?

Mera naam Rahul hai aur main regular stories padta hun. Main 36 saal ka shaadi shuda mard hun. Maine apni biwi ko har angle se choda hun par aaj tak meri tharak puri nahi ho pa rahi.

Ab seedha aata hun kahani pe…

Mere ghar pe main or meri biwi rehti hain jo ki school teacher hain. Meri biwi har saal garmi ki chhutiyon mein apne ghar jati hain 1 mahine ke liye. Iss ek mahine main ghar pe hi rehta hun.

Mere ghar ek maid aati hain jo sirf ek mahine jab meri biwi bahar jati hain, khana banati hain or baki saal bhar ghar ke kaam karti hain. Chuki maid ko hum ghar mein akele entry nahi dete hain chori ke dar se, toh maid subha 6 baje ajati hain taaki wo 3 ghante mein ghar ka kaam or khana banane mere office jane se pehle.

Meri maid patli or saawli hain, lekin feature kaafi ache hain. Baat karne mein chulbuli si hain. Figure kuch Ananya Pandey jesa hain.

Toh ab subha jab 6 baje aati hain toh usi ke bell ring se mein uth pata hun. Ab batata hun kaise shuru hua meri hawas ka khel.

Ek din subha wo aayi toh mera lund tana hua tha, jese sabhi ladko ka rehta hain subha. Fir maine gate khola or main seedhe bedroom mein chala gaya jisse wo mera tana hu lund na dekh paai.

Fir thodi der baad main normal hua. Tab main kitchen mein gaya chai banane ke liye. Wahan par Kiran bartan dho rahi thi. Fir main usse kuch baat karne laga…

Me: Kiran, aaj 4 roti bana dena… or haan… kal ki sabzi gazab ki thi. Ungliya chaat li thi maine…

Kiran: Chaliye, acha hain… didi nahi hain toh kam se kam khana toh mil ja raha hain…

Me: haan… ye ek mahina kathin nikalta hain har saal…

Fir main chai banane laga toh ek dum se Kiran tez chillayi ki, “Laal chiti… laal chiti…”

Or usne kaha ki, “Shayad peeth pe chal rahi hain… hata dijiye… mujhe dar lagta hain…”

Maine jaldi se dekha toh wo blouse ke aas pass ghum rahi thi. Fir maine haanth se hata diya, lekin fir dekha ek blouse ke andar hain peech side bra ki strap ke pass. Toh maine kaha, “Ye toh andar hain…”

Usne kaha, “Hata dijiye…”

Fir maine himmat karke bra strap ke pass se wo cheeti hata di toh usne rahat ki saans li.

Or fir apni chai banane lag gaya. Us din wo kaam karke chali gayi or fir ek hafta bus aise hi chalta raha. Or jab jab main kitchen mein jata, idhaar udhar touch ho hi jata. Par usne kuch kaha nahi.

Fir ek din main chhuti par tha. Tab wo 8 baje aayi kaam karne or karti rahi kuch apna. Fir ek dum chillayi or andar aake boli, “Bhaiya! Madhu makhkhi ne kaat liya…”

Uski baaju pe dard ho raha tha. Fir maine dekha ki kahan pe dard ho raha hain or bola ki, “Uska dank nikal dun, kya?”

Wo boli, “haan… kaise bhi…”

Fir maine uski baaazu pe suck kiya ache se or fir loha ghis ke lagaya. Tab jaake thodi rahat aayi usko.

Lekin us din se mere andar ek ajeeb si tharak jaag uthi. Jab bhi kiran ko dekhta, feel ajata. Or fir main usse or zyada touch hone laga jab bhi moka mile.

Ab hum log pehle se zyada baate karne lage, uske husband ke baare mein, didi (meri wife) ke baare mein, etc.

Fir ek din main nahane gaya or mujhe idea aya ki main towel na le jaun or Kiran se maangu. Jab maine naha liya toh Kiran ko bola ki, “Kiran, towel bhul gaya… dogi kya? Bed pe rakhi hain…”

Kiran jhat se gayi bed se towel utha kar bathroom mein dedi. Mujhe laga ki usne mera khada lund dekh liya or haske chali gayi. Meri tharak, mano, aasman mein thi or daily hilane laga main.

Ab Kiran ko chodne ka plan banana tha; bus, ek or baar yakeen hojata ki wo jo kar rahi hain daily, wo bhi wahi chahti hain, or wo din aa gaya.

Ek din usne bola, “Thoda aap bus stand tak chor denge? Aaj mere pati nahi aaye mujhe lene.”

Main turant ‘haan’ kar diya or main use scooty pe bitha ke bus stand tak gaya. Raaste mein kaafi gaddhe the toh discomfort ho raha tha.

Maine Kiran ko bola, “Tum mujhe pakad lo… warna gir jaogi…”

Usne jhat se pakad liya or ab jaan boojh ke har gaddhe par apne boobs mujhse touch karti, bus. Fir maine use bus stand par utar diya or usne smile di.

Fir maine himmat karke bola, “Kal subha jaldi ajana… kuch kaam hain.” Usne ‘haan’ kar diya.

Raat bhar neend nahi aayi; 3 baar mutth maar li, tab soya.

Fir subha utha toh Kiran agayi 5:30 par hi or thodi alag si lag rahi thi. Thoda make up bhi kiya tha.

Aate hi usne mujhe smile di or bola, “Kya kaam tha?”

Maine usko bola, “Tum thoda tel garam kar lo lehsun daalke… meri peeth mein lagana hain… kaafi dard ho raha hain. Tumhari didi nahi hain… sara dhyaan tumhi ko rakhna hain.”

Fir wo tel garam karke layi toh main ulta let gaya; sirf chaddi pehni hui thi maine.

Maine bola, “Peeth pe laga do ache se.”

Fir wo side mein bethe ke peeth pe tel lagane lagi toh usse ban nahi raha tha ache se.

Maine kaha, “Comfort hokar beth jao… chaho toh peeth pe neeche side beth jao…”

Fir wo hasi or meri gaand par beth gayi or tel lagane lagi. Mere lund tanke khada hogaya. Toh maine upar uthke thoda adjust kiya; wo samajh gayi.

Fir hum log baatein karne lage. Usne poocha, “Didi roz tel lagati hain, kya?”

Maine bola, “Nahi… jab dard hota hain, tab…”

Maine kaha, “Tum didi se mat bolna ki tumne lagaya warna maar dalegi wo mujhe… wo toh mujhe tum achi lagti ho… tumse baat hoti hain, isliye maine bol diya.”

Toh be continued…

Next part mein, iske aage ki kahani jisme main bataunga ki Kiran ki chudayi kaise hui or kaise fir biwi ke rehte humara affair chalta raha.

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My Dear ISS Readers, This is your friend Lakshay from Delhi, a 32-year-old guy. I am here to tell you the story of my GF Silky, how she enjoys her life, her past life and how Aryan fucked her at Pattaya. I’d like all my readers to please read all the previous 7 Parts so that you can connect all the signals.

My dear friends, I got a lot of responses from you guys. I am very happy to say that you all love my stories and want to know more about Silky’s and my life. I’ll tell you everything in the coming series. So, meanwhile, enjoy Silky’s part of life, and Silky was just 22 at that time, and now she is 32.

Let’s start from the previous part:

Silky didn’t feel good with Aryan, and she felt that Aryan wanted to enjoy Ukrainian Chicks. So, she went to the washroom, and Aman’s eyes were on her.

Aman closed all the lights, and he opened the disco light, and the room is dark now. Only the laser lights are working, and nobody is able to see anyone’s activity. Silky opened the washroom door, and she saw what was going on in the room. In a few seconds, she was comfortable in the dark.

Aman’s eye was on her. She saw that Aryan was busy with 2 Ukrainians, Nikhil was smooching 1 Ukrainian, and Aman was dancing alone and enjoying the music and drinks. She went to the bar side and started drinking, and she felt someone hold her hand and pull her in between. It was Aman.

She started dancing with him, and her eyes were on Aryan, and Aryan was completely in a trap of 2 hot chicks, and he had no idea about his chick, who was in the other’s hand. Aman started smooching her, and she responded properly, gulping her tongue inside his mouth.

Aman put his hand on her Right boob and started squeezing. Silky was busy smooching, and she held his hand and put it inside the dress, and her nipple was now in his hand. Aman was so happy with Silky’s action. He is assured that this chick is ready to fuck in front of her boyfriend, and she doesn’t care about him.

Aman is now in full mode, and he bent down and started sucking her nipples. Now he is fearless. Silky was also fearless because of Aryan’s ignorance. Now Silky is half-nude in front of all. No one knows that because everyone is busy dancing, and there is no light in the room.

Aman started sucking both her boobs one by one and enjoyed every moment, and he put his hand on her lower part. And he was shocked. There was no panty, and in excitement, he kissed her again. He said in her ears, Thank you, darling, for obeying my order. She smiled.

He put one finger inside her cunt and started fingering. She stopped him, dressed up, and said, “Let’s dance.” He went to the bar, made 2 drinks, and came back to her. He gave her one drink. She put her hand on his shoulder and joined Aryan and 2 Ukrainian girls in a group. Now all 5 people were dancing together.

Nikhil and another girl were sitting on a sofa, and they were smooching and scratching each other.
Aman went to Nikhil and said I want to fuck that bitch.

Nikhil: Which Bitch? There are 4.

Aman: Silky.

Nikhil: Actually, I also want to fuck that bitch.

Aman: Plan something, let’s fuck together.

Nikhil: It’s very simple. He called Lilia.

Nikhil: Lilia, do one thing,

Lilia: What Nikhil,

Nikhil: Talk to Maria and Alisa (the Rest of the 2 Ukrainians), and take Aryan to the first floor. Make sure he will not come down till tomorrow lunch. I want you all to fuck him all night.

Lilia: Ok, Nikhil and she joined all of them and said the same thing to both girls.

And in a few minutes, all 3 girls took him to the first floor, and Silky was stunned to see that 3 Ukrainian chicks took her boyfriend in front of her eyes. It’s unbelievable for her, and Aryan was super happy with this treatment of the girls and doesn’t have any idea of the master plan of the 2 Gujjus.

She was shocked as well as angry with Aryan’s behaviour. Aman came to her and started dancing again. It was loud music, and Nikhil came up with the heavy shots. All 3 took the shots. Cheers to our friendship, and we started dancing again.

In a few seconds, Aman held her mouth in his hand and started smooching, and in a few seconds, she felt the second person removing her dress, and she turned. It was Nikhil. She smiled. And she started smooching Aman again, and Nikhil removed her dress.

She is naked in front of both, and both the Gujjus are in their apparel. She was performing naked and started pushing her ass against Nikhil’s dick, and Nikhil was also trying to insert her dick from her pants.

She enjoyed his pain, and suddenly, Aryan came to her mind that he enjoyed with 3 Chicks. Why am I wasting my energy thinking about him? It was 12.15 am in the watch.

Aryan was busy fucking with 3 Ukrainian chicks, and Silky is now in her horny mode. She wants to enjoy the dick of both the Gujju’s. So she turned and removed Nikhil’s T-shirt and started smooching him. Meanwhile, she was busy smooching Nikhil, Aman started to squeeze her boobs from behind, and she moaned.

Then she turned again and removed Aman’s T-shirt, and now she bent down on her knees and removed Aman’s pants, and there is no undergarment in Aman’s pants. She already took her dick on the cruise, so she was familiar with his dick.

It’s her turn to see the dick of Nikhil. So she removed his pants and then his underwear, and his dick is again 6.5″ long but 3″ thick, so she loves the thickness of his dick, and without wasting any minute, she put her mouth on Nikhil’s dick and started giving him a blowjob.

Nikhil was enjoying a blow job from the cutest Gurgaon girl, while she held the dick of Aman in one hand and jerked. He sucked Nikhil’s dick for another 5 minutes, and then she gulped Aman’s dick, and Aman was lil wild when she sucked his dick.

He held her head and pushed his dick deep, and he put all his dick in her mouth. Silky was choked with this action, and in 2-3 minutes she left his dick from her mouth. Now Nikhil lifted her in his arms and came back to his bedroom and winked at Aman to come along.

All entered inside, and it’s a huge room. Actually, it’s a master bedroom, and they went directly to the washroom. Nikhil put her in the jacuzzi. Aman started the jacuzzi.

Silky: Guys, I want to pee.

Aman: Babe, I also want to pee.

Nikhil: I also want to pee.

Silky went to the commode and started peeing

Aman: Do it fast, I also want to pee.

Silky: Who is stopping you from peeing on me? She moaned

Aman started peeing on her, and she enjoyed his pee and said to Nikhil, Do I need to give you an invitation letter to pee on me.

Nikhil was stunned to hear this, and he came near to her and he put his dick on her lips and started peeing. She started drinking his pee, and everyone is super excited about this escapade of Silky. She now moved to the shower and started taking a shower because she was drenched with pee.

Aman and Nikhil started soaping her. After giving her a soapy massage, they lifted her again and put her in the jacuzzi, and they all started taking a jacuzzi.

Aman to Silky: Baby, tell me, would you like us to fuck you wild, or do you want to make love?

Silky: Aman, I would love it if you make love to me with full emotion because I think I am liking you. I would love it if Nikhil fuck me like a bitch.

After enjoying the jacuzzi session, Aman said, “Come, wife, I will make love to you.” He lifted her in his arms and said, “Nikhil bhai, please wait for some time, as I want to make love with my wife.”

Nikhil Laughed and said, “It’s Ok, enjoy with Bhabhi.”

Hearing Bhabhi from Nikhil’s mouth, Silky winked at him. Nikhil went to the first floor with the glass of whiskey and enjoyed the sex session of Aryan. Aryan was going to be mad because all 3 chicks were literally attempting to fuck him.

1 was sitting on his mouth and was sucking her pussy. Another chick was sucking his 8″ dick, and Aryan inserted his fingers in 3rd girl’s pussy.

Nikhil to Aryan: I hope you enjoy, bro.

Aryan: Yes, Bro. Lemme enjoy.

Nikhil to Alisa: Baby, come here and suck my dick.

Alisa came up to him. He was sitting on the sofa. Alisa started giving him a lap dance and started rubbing her ass on his dick.

Meanwhile, Aman put her on the bed from the Back side and started kissing her from the back. He kissed her neck, then he came down and licked her back. Then, sometimes he bit on her back. Then, he moved to her butt and started sucking and biting hard on her butt.

He gave so many love bites on her butts. Then he moved to her ass and started sucking her ass. Ass sucking is pleasurable for Silky. She enjoyed it when a man sucks her ass. He sucked her ass for approximately 5 minutes, and then he moved to her inner thigh.

Then he went down and started sucking her toes, and she liked it and moaned loudly. Then he turned her and came to the top again and started kissing her forehead, then he kissed her eyes, and then he started smooching her like a lovable husband.

She likes his style, and he does the same things that she thought of as an ideal husband. Then he moved to her earlobes and started sucking. She is going mad with Aman’s action. She was excited and she was more wet with this action.

He came to her neck and started giving her love bites on her neck, and then he started giving her love bites on her upper boobs, lower boobs, upper neck, lower neck, all over. She was completely red with his love bites, and she enjoyed all this. Then he started sucking her boobs slowly like a baby.

He licked her boobs, he sucked her boobs, and she’s going to go mad in excitement. Then he went to her navel and he started licking her navel. Then the game starts. Her patience level ended when he started sucking her pussy like a pro.

She’s going mad, and she put her face tight in her pussy and released all her cum. His face was full of cream and wet.

Silky: Dear Husband, Please fuck your wife like your dick is making love with my pussy. Please don’t do it fast. Do it slowly. Sometimes I like it.

Aman started fucking her slowly in missionary position. He inserted his dick inside her and started giving slow shots. He holds her in her arms and smooching her continuously. She enjoys this fucking a lot. She is now in love with him.

He was actually loving her like his wife and giving her all the pleasure, whatever her body language says.

Silky: Baby, I want to come on top of you.

He lay down, and she came on top, and she started with the 69 position and started sucking his dick in the 69 position. In another 2-3 minutes, she inserted her pussy on his dick and started jumping on his dick. She likes this cowgirl position and enjoys this position better.

She is now in love with Aman, and she wants to enjoy every moment. In 3-4 minutes, Aman helped her in a jumping position. She was feeling tired jumping on him, so he put his hand on her butts and helped her jump on his dick. She was cumming.

It’s her 2nd orgasm, and Aman also came and he loaded all his cum inside her pussy. She was so happy, and now she wants some wildness, so she asked Aman to call Nikhil for wildness. Nikhil came, and she was sitting on his dick and enjoying the camel ride.

Nikhil came on her back and pushed her on the side, and now she’s on the side of Aman, and of course, from the back side. Nikhil came on top of her, and he put some oil in her ass. She understood in a second that he was going to fuck her ass.

Silky: Your dick is thick, and it will not fit in my ass. You can fuck my pussy.

Nikhil: Chup Behankilodi, Pyar mil gaya na tere pati se ab devar ka dard seh. (Shut up slut. Your husband made love, now your brother-in-law will give you pain.)

Silky was stunned to hear this and excited about this wild encounter. He put some oil in her ass and started fingering. She was in pain, and then he put his 2nd finger in her ass. When both his fingers go properly, then he lies on her and sets his dick on her ass and starts fucking.

Her eyes popped out because his dick is 3″ Thick and 6.5” long, and he was literally wild while he inserted his dick. He spanked her hard on her butts and enjoyed her ass. He fucked her for the next 20 minutes, and he came. He put all his cum inside her ass.

Now, both Aman and Nikhil came and relaxed.

Nikhil to Silky: Do you know what your boyfriend was doing?

Silky: I don’t care about him anymore.

Aman: What’s the plan, Guys?

Silky: I want to drink.

Aman: What exactly do you want to drink? Whisky, Rum, vodka, wine, beer or our urine.

Silky: Actually, I want to take a shower again with your urine

All went to the washroom, and she sat on the floor, and both started pissing on her. Now, actually, she likes the rainy weather. She started sipping the pee, and she enjoyed it.

She started showering and cleaning herself, and started shampooing and soaping herself. Both Aman and Nikhil started showering with her and started giving her a soapy massage.

Aman gives her a soapy massage on her pussy, and Nikhil rubs her boobs. And everyone is fresh again with this shower, and they started drinking again.

It’s 4 am in the watch.

After 2-2 pegs, all are again set and started smooching her. Aman went down and started sucking her pussy, and Nikhil gave his dick in his mouth. Nikhil set on her boobs and started fucking her mouth, and Nikhil was lying on her pussy.

Nikhil: How do you want to get fucked?

Silky: I never tried a sandwich. Let’s try sandwich fucking.

Aman: It’s my time to fuck my wife’s ass.

Nikhil lay down, and she put her pussy in cowgirl position and bent down. Now her ass is clearly visible to Aman, and he pushed his dick in her ass, and it’s next-level painful for her. She was about to die with this. But she had no choice but to cum out of that position because both guys are super strong.

Timely, the pain will go down, and pleasure will take the place of pain. And everyone enjoys this sandwich fucking. Nikhil was anyway wild in sex. Whatever you say, He is doing in his way, whereas Aman is settled and coachable.

So when Aman fucks her, she enjoys fucking, and when Nikhil fucks her, she enjoys pain and wildness. She came again, and it’s her 3rd orgasm, and then Nikhil came. This time, Aman wants to upload his cum on Silky’s mouth, so he cum into her mouth.

She started sucking his cock, and in a few strokes, he came and choked her throat. It’s 5.15 am and everyone is tired, so they decided to sleep together and all slept naked. Of course, Silky is sleeping between both the Gujju’s, and it’s an unforgettable night for her.

It’s time to stop the story here. I hope you like the story. Please mail me if you really like the story, or message me on Google Chat at [email protected].

I am back with the Continuation of the Story. After the theatre incident, I tried to move further with Anu, but she denied my advances and went to sleep.

I went to my bed but couldn’t get to sleep. I saw Anu, she is sleeping with her back to me. Her dress lifts due to her sleeping position. Her entire thighs are exposed, and her buttocks are provoking me. My cock starts to erect again. I decide to fuck her today, whatever comes. I sat beside her.

I can see the cleavage of her huge boobs. I started to rub her exposed thighs and lifted her dress. I saw her naked pussy as she didn’t wear panties, it was trimmed, which means she trimmed before sleeping. She is ready to fuck by me, but she is afraid.

I got the courage to lift her dress and expose her buttocks. I couldn’t control my urge to fuck her. I removed my dress to be naked. I slept beside her and started to rub her ass with my cock slowly. She didn’t react. Slowly, I put my hand on her left boob and pressed gently.

She moaned lightly. Moved my hand to her pussy region. It was very hot and I found it wet. Anu took a long breath and bit her lips. Now I got, she was not sleeping. I pushed my finger inside her pussy and started fingering. Anu started to moan by biting her lips.

I started to rub my cock between her ass while fingering. She started to enjoy and moan in a husky voice. I inserted my hand inside her dress and started to press her melons. She held my cock in her hand with lust. She opened her eyes and bent to kiss me. Lust ignites there.

I removed her dress and made her naked. Her nude body was shining in the candlelight. I came over her and started to suck her huge boobs one by one while rubbing my cock on her pussy. She hugged me tightly and started to moan loudly. I bite her lips while pressing her huge boobs.

I started to kiss her body from top to bottom. I kissed her navel, and I inserted my tongue in her belly button. She shakes her body with this. I bite her hip. I went down by licking. I kissed her pussy, and it started to drip already. I started licking her clean pussy, inserted my tongue and licked her labia.

She couldn’t control herself and leaked her juice. I drank it. She made me sleep and came over me and started to lick my body. Firstly, she kissed my lips deeply and kissed my chest, biting my small nipples. I didn’t know she was so naughty in bed.

She was exhibiting her desire, which she had kept for many days. She moved to my cock, and she expressed her joy through her eyes by looking at my huge cock. She started to play with cock. Sucking my balls one by one. She is taking my ball fully inside her mouth and making a slurping sound.

She took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. She spits on my cock while sucking. She is sucking my cock happily. It grows fully inside her mouth, and it chokes her. I don’t want to release my cum inside her mouth. So, I pulled her and started to kiss her lips.

Sucking her boobs while fingering her again. She is shaking her body vigorously. She started to beg me to fuck. “Fuck me, Rohit, I can’t tolerate it anymore. Fuck my pussy and tear my virginity.” I am shocked by hearing her words.

“Are you still a virgin? Your husband didn’t fuck you?” I asked her, shockingly. She said, “He is impotent. I found it on the first night itself. He didn’t even explore my body either. You are the first man in my life who made me feel by touching. Rohit fuck me, tear my pussy, I waited for this day for a long time.”

I went to bring a Condom, which I kept in the cupboard. I was searching for it. Due to my enormous luck, I forgot where I kept it in the evening. Anu, shouting at me, “Come and fuck me, you bastard.” She was desperate without sex, I can feel that from her behaviour.

She came to me and pulled, holding my dick in her hand. Fuck me hard today, she said, I will take a pill if needed! She started to kiss me erotically. She pulled me onto the bed and ordered me to fuck her. I placed my nude cock at the entrance of her pussy.

I was happy as I was going to fuck for the first time in my life. I tried to insert, but it’s not going properly. I told Anu to spread her legs. I held her legs apart and inserted my cock. It went slowly inside her. Anu gasped for air. Tears roll from her eyes. I am slowly moving my cock.

It was irritating us as it was our first time. But lust suppresses all pain we have. I increased my speed slowly but went deep, Anu moaning with pain and pleasure. It gives pleasure to both of us. Anu started leaking, and now the pain has reduced due to her juice as a natural lubricant.

I pushed hard inside my cock deeply. Anu screamed with pain (Her Sound may reach below the floor), her hymen broke that time. She hugged me tightly in the same position for a few moments until the pain subsided. I am slowly moving my cock inside to reduce the pain.

Anu is enjoying the movements. Her pain turns into pleasure. Her eyes are glowing with pleasure. Again, I increased my fucking speed. Due to continuous masturbation for 2days (twice a day), my cock is still erect. I pushed my cock deeply and pulled out again.

I repeat the process. Anu’s boobs are jiggling with every to-and-fro motion. It was a feast for my eyes. Anu is looking attractive to me now. I started to fuck her speed now. Her boobs are shaking vigorously with my fucking speed.

Anu stated to beg me. “Fuck me hard, Rohit, tore my pussy, my pussy has waited for this time for many years. Make me your slut, Fuck me as you wish, make me your slave and fuck me.” She was excited about sex. I was surprised by her behaviour; she spat all her thoughts in words in that moment.

“I will make you my slut and fuck you daily, Anu.” I held her legs firmly and started to fuck deeply. Anu started to leak again. My balls are touching her body, making a puch puch sound due to her juice while fucking. My fitness is helping to fuck Anu in a hard way.

The room was filled with fucking sound and Anu’s moan. Anybody could hear the sound, as it was night, and the entire area was silent. But we didn’t bother and enjoyed our golden moment. After a few minutes of hardcore sex, I’m on the verge of cumming.

I told the same to Anu. She told me to release all my cum inside her body. Her periods are 4-5 days away. I released all my hot cum inside her pussy with hard thrusts. I fell on her body with my cock inside her pussy. We were happy with hard sex. We didn’t know when we got to sleep.

We woke in the morning at 7 in the same state. We both had happy faces. Anu kissed my lips and said thanks. I hugged her and kissed her deeply, our saliva exchanged. Anu went to the toilet and I slept like that by memorising yesterday’s moment.

After a few moments, I went to the bathroom and completed my morning routine. I came outside, and Anu was still nude and was waiting for me. By watching her nude, my cock starts to get erect again. I asked her for a quickie. She said, Today we will fuck the entire day as she put leave.

I jumped on her and kissed her lips. We started to smooch. My cock is trying to enter her hot pussy. She held my cock and inserted it into her pussy. I pushed deeply into pussy. I started fucking her while sucking her boobs. I pulled her nipples one by one with my teeth. This aroused us.

I pushed my cock deeply, and she felt my cock in her womb. She moaned loudly. I speed up my fuck in missionary position. Anu is moaning loudly with heaviness. When we are on the verge of cumming. We heard the door knock. Anu, Anu.

Sheela is knocking on the door and calling Anu’s name. But we are not in the mood to stop. This bitch is disturbing us. Anu told me to continue. I increased my speed more vigorously, and, moaning loudly, I pressed my hand on her mouth so she wouldn’t hear her sounds.

But still her husky voice might reach Sheela, who is at the door. We both released our juice at the same time. Sheela knocked on the door again. We put on our clothes immediately. Anu went to open the door. My cock is still dripping inside the shorts. It made my shorts wet.

Anu opened the door, and Sheela came inside directly. She guessed something spicy had happened by looking at Anu’s messy hair and her pointed nipples. She saw my cum on my shorts. Anu is having a great time after so many years, she said with a wicked smile.

Yes, Sheela, my cousin came from my native, so we shared good memories and childhood, which relaxed me. Anu tried to cover up. Yes, Anu, your cousin relaxed you after many years, she said by looking at my cock. I understand what she meant.

Anu asked why she came. I came here by hearing some weird sounds; I thought thieves had come. You guys continue your work, she said by looking at Anu’s nipple and my wet shorts. I will go now. Sheela went. Thank god, she didn’t know what happened here, and Anu said innocently.

Anu went to the bathroom by locking the door. I followed Anu to the bathroom, removed her dress, started to smooch again, pushed her against the wall, and started to press her boobs while rubbing my cock on her pussy. I inserted my cock inside her pussy and started fucking.

While fucking her, I heard a sound near the ventilator. I guessed that Sheela was standing near the ventilator, as I had the previous day. I increased my speed while lifting Anu’s body and inserted my cock deeply. She hugged me and started to moan.

I heard Sheela’s moan, along with Anu’s moan. Anu was not aware of Sheela, as she was enjoying the fuck. I thought Sheela was rubbing or fingering her pussy by hearing our fucking sound. While fucking Anu, I talked about Sheela, intentionally.

She is looking sexy for her age, she didn’t look like a mother of a child, I said. She replied, You bastard, you remember her while fucking me. She bit my shoulder. Sheela might hear our conversation. After a while, I increased my speed and released my cum inside Anu’s pussy.

We got a bath neatly. On that day, we spent time fucking each other in every corner of the room.

What happened next gives you a thrill. I will explain the steamy encounter that happened between my friend and Sheela, a mature woman, in the next part. Until then, enjoy my friend’s encounter with his cousin and give feedback at [email protected].

Thanks for the response, guys! It’s great to see this as a newbie here. I really hope you like this one.

Geetha and Abbas were frozen, locked in a passionate kiss. Geetha never used to lock lips with Ramu as he was old-fashioned, but she started learning it as she watched films, including adult ones, and she started gaining confidence. She tried her best to convince Ramu to kiss her, but he never accepted it. Finally, she got a man who would allow her to kiss him. Nonetheless, Geetha was clumsy as she had not had much practice. Abbas, meanwhile, was a king of lip locks as he had smooched many women in the past.

The kiss went on for quite a while, and for Geetha, the time froze. She couldn’t stop herself from doing this despite her thinking this was just a stupid fantasy. Abbas slowly pushed his hand into Geetha’s blouse and started to rub it. Geetha was in an ecstatic mood. Abbas slowly turned his head, removed his lips and started kissing her neck. It was so hot for Geetha as she always wanted her husband to do this to her, but he jumped to penetration.

“Ahhhh… Abbas”

Her Saree was slowly undone, and Abbas was about to remove his shirt when Geetha received a call from her husband, Ramu. She quickly got her senses back and pushed Abbas away.

“Oh, Abbas, what are you doing?”
Abbas was quick to gauge the situation and, without panicking, he said, “Aunty, I’m so sorry. I got carried away”
Geetha quickly adjusted her saree and said, “Please leave Abbas. Don’t ever come to my house again”
“Leave now”
“Okay, aunty. I’m sorry”

Abbas left, and Geetha shut the door. Abbas adjusted his shirt, but the neighbour, Sudha, who was adjusting something in her living room, viewed this from her window. She was shocked at what she saw and was now curious as to what had happened.

“Surely, Geetha isn’t…”

Meanwhile, Geetha’s husband called her again, and she picked up the call. All through the call, she just replied with a “Hmm” or “yes” and nothing else. Ramu thought she was tired and hence chose not to disturb her too much. He didn’t know that his beloved Sanskari wife just shared her tongue and saliva with a young stud! He, however, asked her about Abbas.

“How’s this kid, Abbas?”
“Ha??”
“The guy from the 5th floor. A very useful guy he is”
“He can help you a lot”
Geetha knew what “help” he could do, but quickly cut it off, saying, “Yes, darling…. I need to sleep. I’m really tired”
Ramu cut the call, but Geetha was now feeling very guilty of her actions. She looked at her mangalsutra, and tears fell from her eyes. She thought, “Never again”, and went to her phone to block Abbas..

As this happened, Abbas texted his fwb, Neha, to narrate the incident.
“Wow, man! You have such an incredible ability”
“Yeah, but she was bothered by it”
“Everyone feels that way when they first betray their husbands” (laughs)
“Yeah, except you, who isn’t even concerned about your future husband”
“I don’t care about him. It’s an arranged marriage, and I don’t even like the guy. He has a good income package”
“I will just use him as my money machine! I won’t let him touch me without him absolutely buying me everything I want”
“What about me?” Abbas asked
“You’ll be my real hunk husband, and he, a pathetic cuckold” (she laughs menacingly)

Abbas then hung the phone up and thought, “Neha is just something else, but I need to fix this with Geetha”

The next two days went by, and Geetha didn’t maintain eye contact with Abbas even when they saw each other. Abbas knew that he was blocked, and he had no way to contact her anymore without raising suspicion from other apartment people. So he thought, “tough nut, but needs some time to crack it”

It was now Friday. After finishing the chores, Geetha asked the maid to make some tea, and while she sat on the sofa, she got a text from Deepika that she was about to arrive that day. Geetha asked her maid to make another tea before leaving.

As Deepika arrived, they started to converse about certain things. Just as the conversation drifted to families, Deepika asked.

“BTW, how is Abbas?”
“I think he’s good!”
“Of course, he’s good. He’s got a good woman to enjoy” (winks)
“Deepu, please! I need to tell you something,” Geetha said seriously! She wanted to tell this so that Deepika would stop talking about Abbas, but, quite the contrary, Deepu had an excited look!

“So how was the kiss?”
“Deepu, please….”
“Surely, you must’ve enjoyed atleast a little”
“I.. I didn’t”
“Come on, naughty girl! I know you really did and only feared the consequences”
“I mean… I…”
“Geethu, we must ourselves first! Why should we always be seen as wives and not as women with desires?”
“Deepu.. It’s wrong”
“No, it isn’t! If our pathetic husbands can’t satisfy us, we need to search for excitement elsewhere! Screw the society!”

Geetha didn’t speak anymore as she knew Deepika would keep manipulating her. Instead, she kept a worried face.

Deepika picked it up and finally said, “Fine, let me go and talk to Abbas. Will he be home?”

“No, Deepu! He said he mostly works from home, but I don’t want you to get involved”
“Oh, it’s nothing! Let me deal with this”

She immediately took the lift and pressed the 5th floor button! Inside, she had a smile, thinking, “Let’s see if this Abbas guy is really the deal”

It’s been more than 30 minutes, and Deepika is yet to return. Geetha is now worried as she isn’t picking up the calls. She wanted to check, but is scared to go to the floor. Finally, after 40 minutes, she decided to go up there. She slowly moved into the lift and reached the 5th floor. She started sweating. She slowly moved out and went near Abbas’s house, expecting Deepika, but there was no one. The door was unlocked, so she quickly moved in. It was a typical single-guy room. Suddenly, she heard laughter from the bedroom followed by muffled noises. She moved closer to the bedroom, and what she saw shocked her!

“Ummmmmm…. gluck …gluckkk”
“Ahhhh… yes, Deepu aunty”
“Ahhh… fuck just like that… suck wellll”

Deepika was giving a hardcore blowjob to Abbas. Her head was moving in and out. Her Saree was on the other side of the bed, and her blouse was removed. She was in her petticoat, and only her mangalsutra was hanging over her neck. Abbas slowly removed it and tied it to his dick. Deepu gave a lustful smile as she continued to deepthroat Abbas.

Geetha was stunned. She knew Deepika was crazy, but she never knew she could do this. She was sucking like a pornstar while he abuses her marital symbol by tying the mangalsutra to his dick.

Just then, she rose, “Come on, tiger! Let’s put this hammer into my pussy!”
“Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow”

Geetha felt disgusted, but she was again turned on, deep inside

Hello doston, mera naam Aman hain. Yeh story hain jab maine meri didi ke gore gore cream jaise boobs ke darshan kiye the.

Meri didi halki halki gori hain; mostly, bohat tight salwar aur suke uper kameez pehenti hain. Figure ka toh pucho mat. Uske mumme pure 34C ke hain. Aur gand 36 ka. Uske bich mein patli si kamar jo 26 ki hogi. Bilkul maal lagti hain.

Jab mohalle mein tight salwar pehenke nikalti hain, toh kutte bhi uske piche piche uski tight gaand ko sungne ke liye piche padte hain. Ladko se leke buddhe ka bhi laar tapakta hain.

Baat tab ki hain jab hum log padhai karne ke liye apne gau ke bahar Lucknow mein rehte the. Uss time hamare paas paise nahi the. Toh hum ne ek chote se room liya tha. Main uss time pe 18 saal ka tha aur college jata tha. Aur meri didi 22 saal ki thi aur university mein padhti thi.

Hamare room mein ek kitchen, ek bathroom aur ek bed tha. Bed chhota tha; isiliye 2 log nahi so sakte the. Toh humne ek routine bana liya tha ki hapte mein 4 din wo bed pe soyegi, aur mein niche. Aur baki 3 din main bed pe sounga aur wo niche bistar par.

Jab bhi garmi ka mahina aata toh mujhe bistar par sone mein maza aata tha. Kyu ki bistar ke mahine mein didi bina kammal ke soti thi aur pura apne pet ke bal soti thi. Toh bed ke uper se main uski badi si moti si gaand ko dekh ke hilata rehta tha.

Mujhe ye incest aur apne hi pariwar ke bich mein sex karne ka concept tabhi se pasand tha. Jism jism hota hain; Chahe wo apne sagi behen ki ho ya kisi aur ki.

Toh wo regularly university jati thi. Aur university se aane ke baad shuru shuru mein toh kapde badalne ke liye bathroom jati thi. Wo niche pant aur uper shirt pehen ke jati thi.

Toh thoda thoda karke wo mere samne khulne lagi. Pehle pura kapda pehen ke bathroom jati thi. Dhire dhire, usne apne shirt ke 2 botton room pe hi utar ke mere sath baat karne lagi. Aur kabhi kabhi toh jhuk ke bhi baat karti thi. Aur phir haste huwe wo bathroom mein jake kapde badalti thi.

Main notice karne laga tha ki wo mere samne thoda frank aur easy hone lagi hain.

Abhi thoda kapde karke mere samne rehti thi. Pehle kameez pehenke jab jhukti thi toh ek haat se apne boobs chupa leti thi. Ab wo pura dikhake karne lagi hain.

Mujhe bhi ander hi andar bohat maza aa raha tha. Jaise jaise uske kapde dhile hone lage the, meri lund tight hone lagi thi.

Aur ek din aisa aaya ki pehle toh wo kapde badalne bathroom jati thi. Uss din usne mere samne hi apne shirt utar diya. Utarne se pehle usne mujhe kaha, “Idhar mat dekhna.”

Aur apna shirt utar diya. Main uss time pe bed par leta huwa tha. Aur apne phone chala raha tha. Main phone dekhne ke bahane usko dekhne laga. Kya mast badan tha uska!

Puri gori chikni badan. Red color ki bra peheni thi jisme phool bane huwe the. Boobs itne bade the ki bra ko phad ke bahar aane ke liye tadap rahe the.

Uss din ke baad usne bathroom mein jakar kapde badalna bandh kar diya.

Next 1 week tak wo bolti rahi, “Idhar mat dekhna,” aur shirt utarti rahi. Lekin usko bhi pata tha ki main dekh raha hun usko.

Uske baad toh usne wo bhi bolna chod diya. Bas shirt utar ke bra aur salwar mein aaine ke samne rehne lagi. Uski pith meri taraf hota tha, aur aankh aaine mein. Lekin wo aaine se mujhe dekh leti thi. Aur mujhko uski taraf dekhte huwe muskurati thi.

Pehle kapde badalne ke liye bathroom mein jane wali meri didi ab sirf bra aur salwar mein ghar mein bohat der tak rehne lagi thi.

University se aate hi, wo apne shirt utar deti thi, aur sirf bra pehen ke fan ke niche phone chalate hi rehti thi.

Ab toh wo mere se baat bhi karne lagi thi sirf bra pehenke. Uski sharam bilkul khatam hota ja raha tha.

Ek din toh usne meri pure hosh uda diya. Uss din bhi baki din ke jaise hi wo university se aayi. Aur apne shirt utar ke sirf bra mein fan ke niche baithi rahi. Aur phir uthke wo aaine ke samne chali gayi. Aur waha jake usne apne bra ko bhi utar diya.

Main usko aaine mein sab dekh raha tha. Puri uthi huwi boobs aur nipples pure khade huwe the. Usne apne makeup box se ek tweezer nikala. Aur apne nipples ke thode baal the; usko ukhadna shuru kar diya.

Uske wo gore gore boobs aur uske bich mein pura brown nipples dekh ke meri lund pura tan gaya tha. Main apne aap ko control nahi kar pa raha tha. Mann kar raha tha saali ko pura chat jau wahi. Lekin maine control kiya.

Na toh usne kuch bola na hi maine. Thodi der baad usne naya bra pehen liya aur phir t-shirt aur bazaar chali gayi.

Uske jane ke baad, maine usne jo purana bra pehena tha, usko bohat der sungha, apne lund pe ragada aur bathroom pe jake usi bra ko sungh sungh ke muth mar diya.

Meri mann mein phir se meri didi ko bina bra ka dekhne ka mann kar raha tha. 22 saal ki jawan ladki apne bhai ke samne apne bra utar de. Ek bhai ke liye usse jyada lucky aur kya ho sakta hain?

Main uske bazaar se aane ka intezaar karne laga. Main soch raha tha ki wo phir se nangi ho jayegi. Lekin uss din usne kuch nahi kiya.

Agle din bhi usne sirf shirt utare, par bra nahi. Mujhe meri didi ke chuchiyon ke darshan ke liye pure 1 hapta intezaar karna pada.

Ek hapte ke baad, wo university se sidha aakar fan ke niche khadi ho gayi. Ussne apne shirt utare. Iss baar kaali rang ka bra pehen rakha tha. Meri mann mein khulduli chal rahi thi ki wo apne bra utaregi ya nahi.

Toh usne apne bra utar diye. Usne bra utar ke side mein niche phenka aur bina bra ke, nangi chuchi meri taraf karne apne aankh bandh karke fan ke niche khadi rahi. Kya nazara tha wo!

Bohut tight salwar peheni thi usne. Salwar niche puri chut mein ghusi huwi thi. Camel toe mast dikh raha tha. Apni sagi didi ke chut ki mote lips ko kiss karne ka mann kar raha tha.

Meri toh khadi ho gayi, aur precum nikalne laga. Main half pant ke uper se hi apne lund ko sehlane lag gaya.

Bina aankh khole hi didi boli, “ Pawan, thanda paani laa de na zara. Bahar bohat garmi hain.”

Main chahta tha ki wo khud paani lene jaye. Taki main uss tight salwar mein uski machalti gaand ko dekh saku.

Aur meri puri khadi ho chuki thi; isiliye mujhe halfpant mein uthna mann bhi nahi tha. Meri lund pura 8 inch ka hain.

Lekin usne do baar kehne par maine uthke gaya aur paani leke usko diya.

Maine bola, “Didi, ye lo,” aur thanda glass uske haat mein thama diya.

Uske aakh kholi aur paani haath mein liya. Aur thanda paani ka glass apne gaal mein pher ne lagi phir se aankh bandh karke.

Pherte pherte, usne apni chuchi tak aa gayi. Apni behen ko chuchi aur nipples mein thanda glass pher ke maza lete huye dekh kar mera nikalne hi wala tha.

Thodi der baad, jab wo pura thanda ho gayi, usne bra haat mein liya aur bathroom chali gayi. Iss baar mujhe uske machalti gaand dekhne ko mili. Bas wo nahi. Uski salwar mein piche thoda sa ched tha jisme se uski gori gaand dikh rahi thi. Mujhe toh pura chatne ka mann kar raha tha usko.

Jab wo bathroom se bahar aayi toh maine dekha ki uska badan bheega huwa tha, jaise ki usne naha liya ho. Lekin iss baar usne bra peheni thi.

Wo aise he thodi der baithi rahi aur phir usne pure kapde pehen liye. Uss din ke baad toh jab bhi wo university se aati, apni bra bhi utar ke baith jane lagi. Kabhi kabhi mere se baat bhi karti thi.

Ab toh aisa haal tha ki wo most of the time ghar pe bina bra ke hi rehne lagi. Usko dekh ke meri bhi himmat badne lagi.

Main bhi sirf shorts pehenke hi rehne laga. Apna lund khada hain toh bhi mein ab chupane ki kosish nahi karta tha. Wo jaise bina bra ke rehne lagi, main bhi khade lund ke sath iss ghar ka kaam karne laga.

Usko mera lund khada dikhta bhi tha. Wo muskurati thi, meri aankh mein dekhti thi, par kuch bolti nahi thi.

Hamare bich ye unspoken rule jaisa ho gaya tha ki main bhi nangi rahungi, tu bhi nanga rahe. Koi kisisko disturb nahi karega.

Thodi time baad, uski himmat aur badh gayi. Ab toh wo sirf bra kholti nahi thi. Wo apne boobs ko sehlake maze bhi lene lag gayi.

University se aake boobs mein haat pher ke, aankh bandh karke baithi rahti thi wo.

Main bhi usko dekh ke thoda himmat badake, apne haat shorts ke andar dalke apna lund sehlane laga.

Hum dono ko ek dusre ke harkat ke baare mein pata tha. Aur aisa hi chalta raha bohat time tak.

Lekin aaj tak usne mere samne apni salwar nahi utari thi. Ab main wait kar raha tha ki kab wo salwar aur panty bhi utar ke mere samne puri nangi ho jayegi.

Doston, ye thi kaise meri behen, ek shy ladki, jo kapde badalne ke liye bathroom jati thi, ab mere samne hi bina bra ke apne boobs dabakar maze lene waali raand bann gayi.

Baaki story about uski panty utarne se leke maine kiss tarah usko choda, wo aage.

Hi, I am Rajesh. When I was growing up into a man, I was getting attracted to my own Mom. She is a dusky, tall woman, 5 feet 8 inches, and chubby, with huge boobs (38D). A big fat belly like a sack of rice and a jiggly abdomen filled with yellow stretch marks and a deep, round navel.

Every desi son plays with his Mom’s soft belly while sleeping with her, and I did the same. But I never got a chance to do naughty things with her, as she was very strict and I was afraid of her. However, I used to masturbate thinking of her suckling on her boobs and playing with her jiggly belly and navel.

My lust for my Mom continued until I got a girlfriend, who is ten years older than me, a dusky and BBW woman like my Mom and is my professor, and while having sex with her, I will often bury my face into her breasts, suckle her nipples and would call her “mommy”.

She pats my back with love, and I release my load of cum inside her pussy. However, still, sometimes my lust for my Mom triggers me. A reason for that is the events that happened between two of my friends and their Moms. Listening to those events used to make me extremely horny.

It made me think of doing such things with my own Mom – a wish that remained unfulfilled. Here I will narrate to you those events between my two friends and their Moms. It used to make me horny and jealous. There are not too many such events.

But I used to take frequent updates from my friends till we all left for college. However, as these are true events and not made-up sex stories, I cannot expand them too much. And you may not get to see everything you get in a general sex story.

Suman suckles on his Mom’s tits

Here, I will tell the events between Suman and his Mom, Chitra aunty. Suman has been my friend for a long time. His father is a sailor and stays abroad most of the time. His mother’s name is Chitra. Suman was my good friend, and so was Chitra aunty to my Mom.

We often visited teachers’ houses, spent time and played together. Chitra aunty used to love me like her own son. Suman was thin and dusky, while his Mom Chitra aunty was fair. She was a heavy-built woman. Suman had told me that her bra size is 38. She had a huge, flabby belly.

She would often wear a saree a little bit below her navel. So, whenever I would meet Chitra aunty, I would easily see her jiggling belly with her deep oval navel. At the same time, I could also see her huge boobs held tightly in her blouse, so big that they always try to jump out.

The shape of her nipple was also visible sometimes, when she is not wearing a bra inside her blouse. I often used to masturbate thinking of Chitra aunty – thinking of playing and sucking with her huge boobs and fucking her.

However, the most important part is, why would the relation between Suman and Chitra aunty make me jealous? My Mom stopped me breastfeeding many years ago. After that, she would never let me even touch her boobs. I would try sometimes while sleeping at night.

She would always give me a good scolding and take my hands off her boobs. At the same time, Suman’s mother used to breastfeed her till he left for college. Even his father knew this and never tried to intervene between the mother and the son.

Chitra aunty’s breastmilk never finished as she used to breastfeed Suman every night. Whenever Suman and I meet, he would always tell me about the previous night. I would eagerly listen to him, only to masturbate with frustration and jealousy.

Let me tell you one eventful night when he released his cum on his Mom’s belly for the first time.

In Suman’s language:

“Last night, my Mom and I went to bed. Mom removed her pallu, opened the hooks of her blouse and turned towards me. I hugged Mom tightly and put one of my legs on her to make the hug tighter. As it was very warm last night, I did not wear a vest. My chest and belly were buried under her belly.

I started playing with my Mom’s one boob and waiting for Mom to breastfeed me. Mom gently took my head in her arms and then held her other boob in her hand and brought it near my open mouth. Then she put her nipple and areola in my mouth and started to rub my head and back.

I started to suck Mom’s nipple, and my Mom’s sweet and warm breastmilk started to flow into my mouth, and I started to swallow it. You know, from the past few months, I have been getting a strong erection while my Mom breastfeeds me.

However, while I was sucking on my Mom’s boob, drinking her breastmilk, my Dad suddenly called her on a video call. I got irritated. I know that Dad knows that Mom breastfeeds me every night. He has seen me doing that many times while being present in the room or over video call.

Mom did not care. She kept on breastfeeding me, and with her other hand, she accepted the video call and started talking with Dad. I kept on sucking on Mom’s boobs and drinking her breastmilk, and while playing and squeezing with the other boob.

The other boob was continuously leaking milk as I was squeezing it. I overheard what my Mom and Dad were discussing. But neither I nor they understood everything, and neither did I care. At one point, Dad told Suman to show me.

Mom: He is drinking my breastmilk.

Dad: What’s new in that? Just show me.

Mom moved the phone screen towards me and said: Suman beta, talk to daddy.

As I was suckling on Mom’s boob with her nipple in my mouth, I only looked at the screen through the corner of my eyes and made a sound.

Dad: Hello, beta, still drinking mommy’s milk. It is tasty.

Me: Hmmm.

Dad told Mom: Move the camera to you. Seems Suman is enjoying his mommy’s milk and does not want to talk to daddy.

Mom: Ok.

Dad: Does he play with your belly and navel?

Mom: He does.

Dad: Show me.

Mom: But he is playing with my boob now. You saw that.

Dad: I want to see him playing with your belly too. If you tell him, he will do that.

Mom pulled down her saree much lower and made her whole big fat belly bare. Seeing her big, fat, and jiggly belly, my erection became stronger. Mom pulled my hand from her boon down to her belly. Without even being asked by Dad or Mom, I started to play with Mom’s fat, fleshy, and jiggly belly.

I was squeezing her belly everywhere. Especially her fleshy, soft abdomen. Sometimes, she squeezes the folds in her waist. Sometimes I would put my finger in her deep navel while squeezing hard the soft and fleshy abdomen just below her navel.

Sometimes I was brushing the stretch marks in her abdomen with the tips of my fingers. At the same time, I kept on suckling and drinking my Mom’s breastmilk and squeezing that with my other hand. Mom’s other boob was still leaking drops of breastmilk.

Dad was watching everything from the other side of the video call. I don’t know why. Seeing me suckling on my Mom’s boobs and playing with her belly and navel, he was making noises. At one point in time, I heard Dad telling Mom, “Ask him to do that thing?”

So, irritating. I am enjoying my Mom’s milk-filled breasts and her jiggly and fleshy belly. What does Dad want to see more of? Why is he disturbing me from getting nurtured by my Mom’s breastmilk and the warmth of her smooth, fleshy belly and boobs?

Mom told me: Suman beta, mommy wants Suman to love her belly in the same way he loves her boobies.

I now know what to do. In fact, this is one of the ways I play with Mom every night. I released Mom’s nipple from my mouth and sat up. Mom turned and lay on her back. I slowly crawled over Mom and sat on her huge, fat thighs. Then I grabbed Mom’s boobs with both of my hands and started leaning forward.

I ultimately dipped my face in my Mom’s belly. As my face was buried in Mom’s fleshy belly, I started moving my face here and there, licking, sucking and biting every inch of my Mom’s belly, while squeezing both of her boobs hard. Milk was now spraying from both of her nipples.

Dad was making sounds on the phone, but much louder. At one point in time, I brought my face to my Mom’s deep navel. I dipped my nose in her navel and took the intoxicating, pungent smell of Mom’s navel. I licked her fleshy, soft abdomen and played with her stretch marks with my tongue.

Then I slowly inserted my tongue into my Mom’s navel and started licking and sucking there. I squeezed my Mom’s boobs like kneading dough. Suddenly, I heard Dad make a loud noise over the phone. Mom giggled and said, “So early?”

Dad: What can I do? I could not control.

What has Dad done? What was he trying to control?

Mom told me: Come on, Suman beta. Now drink Mom’s milk from the other boob. Mommy is waiting. Enough play with mommy’s belly for tonight.

I was not in the mood to leave Mom’s belly. But I was also eager to suck Mom’s boobs and drink her breastmilk. Hence, I rose and lay down on her other side. I hugged Mom again and started to suck on her other breast and drink her breastmilk.

At the same time, I was playing with her boob and squeezing them, sometimes pulling and twisting her nipples with my fingers.

Dad said to Mom: Have you noticed that it is having a tent?

When did I own a tent? What is Dad talking about?

Mom: Yes, it has been quite a few months.

Dad: Did you help him release?

Mom: No. How can I? I am his Mom.

Dad: Well, help him, or he will get frustrated and will be able to do nothing good. You are still breastfeeding him. What is the problem with helping with the other thing?

Mom: Most of the Moms let their son play with their breasts. That is natural…it is not connected to that.

Dad: No, my Mom did not let me play with her breasts at his age.

Mom: I said most. Not all. It depends on Mom-son bonding.

Dad: Okay, it’s up to you. But it would have helped him a lot. Otherwise, he would be frustrated and would not concentrate on his studies.

Mom: Even if I do, I cannot do it in front of you.

Dad: Okay then, I am leaving the phone now. But please help him.

Mom: I will see.

Mom disconnected the phone. I do not know what they were talking about. I was rather busy sucking out and drinking my Mom’s breastmilk from her huge boob and playing with her other boob and sometimes with her belly and navel, using my hand. Mom was rubbing my back. My dick was so erect that it was painful. There was an awkward silence in the room for some time. My eyes were almost closing.

Suddenly, Mom said: Suman beta. You can take off your pants. It is very warm today.

I looked at my Mom. But I did not want to get up to take off my pants. I did not want to stop drinking breastmilk from my Mom’s breast.

Mom: Do you want mommy to take off your pants?

I nodded my head to say ‘yes’ without taking Mom’s nipple from my mouth.
Mom grabbed the elastic of my pants at my waist. Slowly, she started pulling it down until I was completely naked. I was feeling shy as my dick was fully erect, even though Mom had seen me naked many times.

I had no shame in being naked in front of my Mom. As I was naked, Mom shocked me as she started to play with my dick. She said, “Oh, my beta’s pee pee. It has turned big. My beta is growing bigger and stronger. Drink more milk from mommy’s boob –so that you can become bigger and stronger.”

Mom did not need to tell me that. I was already sucking Mom’s boob hard and squeezing the other boob harder as soon as she had started to play with my dick. She had started slowly to pull my foreskin back and forth. After some time, she took some saliva in her hand from her mouth.

She rubbed her saliva all over my dick and started jerking my dick. The experience of being jerked off by Mom while being breastfed by her is beyond any comparison. I was sucking Mom’s tits harder and drinking more and more of her milk.

At one point in time, Mom said, “Do you want mommy to release your pee pee juice? There is a juice stuck inside your pee pee. You must release it – otherwise your balls will be in pain.” I again nodded my head to say ‘yes’ while continuing to suck Mom’s boob and drink her breastmilk.

But to my disappointment, Mom took her boob out of my mouth. She sat up and bent towards my waist, bringing her mouth to my waist. She started to suck my dick and played with the head of my dick using her tongue. It was such a strong pleasure and excitement.

My dick started to throb inside my Mom’s mouth. I grabbed one of her huge boobs with both of my hands and squeezed it hard. My Mom’s breastmilk spread all over my belly.

After some time, Mom lay down beside me and again let me suckle and drink her breastmilk from her huge boobs.

Mom: My son is very strong. His juice does not release fast. But mommy knows how to tackle her naughty son. Just wait and see.

This time, I was alternatively playing with Mom’s one boob while suckling her breastmilk from the other. Mom did not let me go to the gym with one of my legs. Instead, she wrapped one of her huge, heavy legs around me. She held my dick in her hand.

She pulled back my foreskin and started rubbing my dick on her fleshy, bare belly. It was such an extremely exciting and arousing feeling for me. I stopped playing with Mom’s boobs. Instead, I latched on to one of her boobs, sucking her breastmilk, and started squeezing the other.

My whole body was shivering like a feather out of excitement. But I could not move too much as I was tightly wrapped within Mom’s strong legs. At one point in time, Mom put the head of my dick in her navel. Her navel was so deep and wide. Her big belly was so fleshy that half of my dick was no longer visible.

I felt like the warmth of my Mom’s navel was melting my dick. I felt nothing more exciting and arousing than this in my life. Mom held my dick there with her fingers so that it would not come out of her navel. My precum was releasing and making the walls of my Mom’s navel slippery.

I continued to suck strongly on Mom’s breast, drinking more and more of her breastmilk. None of us was moving, though I was shivering. But as my Mom was breathing in and out, her huge belly was expanding, thus pushing out some part of my dick outside.

My dick head was always inside her navel. Due to her breathing in and out, I felt like my dick was going inside and coming out of her navel. Gliding as it was slippery with my pre-cum. I could not hold any longer. Out of extreme excitement, I hugged Mom.

I started sucking her breast so hard that so much of her breastmilk was coming into my mouth. I was not able to swallow all of her breastmilk. It was flowing down from both ends of my mouth. My eyes were closed with arousal. The only sound that was coming from my mouth.

Mom was also holding me tightly with her legs. She could not hold me with her hand, and her hand was busy keeping my dick inside her navel. At one point in time, my whole body started jerking. I released my cum inside Mom’s navel. I released so much cum that it overflowed from her navel.

It started dripping on the bed, running across her huge, fat belly. I was almost out of my senses. I remember that I was still suckling on my Mom’s boobs and drinking her breastmilk. Mom was rubbing off my cum from her hand in her saree.”

From that day, each time I met Suman, he would narrate similar events happening with his mom. He never saw or fucked Chitra aunty’s pussy. But do you think hearing such events every time, especially between a Mom and a son, is not enough to make me jealous?

Especially, when my Mom did not allow me to do anything with her, other than play with her belly? I was jealous of Suman. He could suckle on his Mom’s breasts and drink her breastmilk every night. He was allowed by his Mom to fuck her belly and release his cum inside his Mom’s navel.

But there was someone whose live event not only made me more jealous. But also made Suman jealous and frustrated. He was Nandu, our batchmate. Nandu was also our old-time friend. Three of us used to play together or go fishing many times.

Whenever we would go fishing, we would have a long time to chat among ourselves. Most days, a major part of the chatting was listening eagerly to Suman on how he suckles on his Mom’s boobs and drinks her breastmilk. Later, Suman also used to describe how he made love on his Mom’s belly.

He released his come while fucking her navel. I used to get excited, but Nandu used to listen very quietly. Who knew that he was going to do something bigger? It was winter. Nandu has gone to his maternal uncle’s (mama) house for the wedding of his cousin brother.

We did not see him for a week. Nandu’s Mom, whom we call Srijita aunty, is a tall and ebony woman. She is around 5 feet 9 inches tall, taller than my mom, Suman’s Mom and even taller than Nandu’s Dad. There was no other woman in our small town as luscious and heavily built as Srijita aunty.

She was a strong woman and used to do all house chores by herself. Her boobs are huge. They should be around 40 D, I guess, as her boobs were bigger than my Mom’s (38D). She would always wear her saree deep below her navel, exposing her fat and huge dusky belly.

Yellow stretchmarks and her deep, round navel. Nandu, whose height was 5 feet 4 inches back then, used to get irritated when she went to the market. Men would try to have a look at her thick belly folds, jiggling fleshy and dusky belly and deep navel.

Their eyes will be glued to her huge boobs and cleavage. Srijita aunty would have her saree and blouse properly. But nobody dared to approach her due to her robust and heavy stature. Nandu’s father is a company manager. He had to leave Nandu and Srijita aunty at their family home while moving to a big city, to look after Nandu’s grandparents and their huge property.

Suman and I used to discuss about Srijita aunty among us, behind Nandu. We both were attracted to her body and often masturbate thinking of her in our bathrooms. However, Nandu only once told us that he also wants to have a wife like his mother.

At least we know that, like most Indian small-town and village boys, Nandu also plays with his mother’s belly and navel while sleeping at night. We would sometimes ask Nandu how that feels.

Waking up the next morning was like déjà vu from yesterday; I was clearing my vision through the fog from too much indulgence. I wondered if I was falling into the clutches of alcoholism, then shook myself to rationalise that it was my birthday yesterday, and all is well.

I was feeling great, I touched my swollen labia, which brought back a lot of flashbacks from last night and a smile to my face.

But after the initial fog dissipated, I felt good…a touch of my slightly swollen labia brought a satisfying smile to my face. Maybe I could save Adi from falling prey to my urges as long as other men are available, I thought. But again, the demon inside me whispered in my ear ..maybe not!

First time since we arrived at this resort, I felt satiated and did not find the need to hunt for sexual opportunities. I grasped this moment and decided to give my libido a rest. First, I explored the resort, then I visited the beach on the other side of the land. It was beautiful, filled with tourists of all ages, the morning sunlight, the majestic waves of the water, and the golden sand. A sense of contentment washed over me.

This wonderful feeling was interrupted as a shadow approached me. I turned around, and it was the guy from last night. I honestly did not want to see this bloke again; he had served his purpose. I was forming words to politely decline him and ask him to go back to his wife, for fucks sake, I was ready to apologise too.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I did not have to do all that. His wife arrived at the scene like a force of nature and smacked his face. She then pushed him aside, pointing her finger at me, she said, “Stay away from that whore”. Watching this drama unfold, my smile turned into laughter. Her hands were on her hips as she was shouting at her husband, making occasional eye contact with me; if eyes could kill, I would have been plant food in a heartbeat.

I had had enough with the insults, the sarcasm in me was oozing out, I raised my hand using my index finger and thumb showing a purposefully false gap to imply that her husband has a tiny dick, then turned my head in another direction. She turned red, and her face had a confused expression. In a surprising turn of events, she said (not with anger) with a humorous tone, “It may be small, but it’s mine”.

I couldn’t stop chuckling at the silliness of this conversation. I responded laughing, “Yup, all yours, don’t worry”.

Her husband was upset with how his wife behaved, or rather, upset at himself for cheating on his wife. He did what all men do, cowered himself out of the situation, saying, “I can’t deal with this right now”. Her husband’s absence or maybe her curiosity, triggered by my implying that her husband has a small dick, created an understanding between us; there was an opening of a channel for communication.

She started to walk towards me and said, “Is it really that tiny?” I wondered if I should tell her the truth or continue to make her feel insecure about her husband’s size. The fact was her husband’s dick was average, in fact bigger than my husband Dan’s, but smaller than hmm, you know who.

Me: Well…

Wife: I guess I know the answer, already being his wife. Not the first time I heard that.

I didn’t want to engage in a conversation with the person who just called me a whore, so I responded with a facial expression of pity instead of words.

Then, to my surprise, she stuck her hand out and introduced herself as Jade. I responded by shaking her hand and introducing myself as Priya.

Jade: Sorry about that rude behaviour, but I hope it will not happen with my husband again.

I nodded, and she smiled.

Jade began telling me things that I didn’t want to hear. I felt like I was a priest listening to confessions and regrets. I had my shit to deal with, and for some reason, I did not feel like listening to her, but she continued to tell me about how they came to this trip with another couple (her friend and her husband) how her intentions of coming on this trip was based on the hope that she could swap partners with her friend.

I could sense the insecurities she had when she said that her friend’s husband was not noticing her the way she wanted him to, and hung her face with a depressing look, saying, “Maybe I’m not attractive enough”.

Honestly, Jade had no reason to think like that. From my point of view, she was a lean, athletic, beautiful lady, although not blessed in the breast category; her breasts were just enough to fill her bikini top, but her face made up for it with high cheekbones, a pert nose and large black eyes.

Me: Listen, honey, I don’t think there is a single mage on this island who wouldn’t find you attractive.  mean, sexually attractive.

There was a smile on Jade’s face, and she enquired

Jade: How do you do it? I mean, last night in such a short time, you and my husband… You know what the trick to charm is?

I laughed at her question and said, “Oh, last night was the liquid courage mixed with a lot of libidos and my birthday, I’m not like that usually”.

Jade laughed and said, “Well, happy belated birthday then, consider my husband’s tiny cock a present from me”

I then told Jade about the neighbouring resort and that I was a guest member; if she wished, I could give her a tour. Jade nodded and asked, “But isn’t that a nudist resort?”

Me: Yup, but you will fit in just fine.

Jade thought for a minute and said, “Let me talk to my husband and tell him that we’ve sorted out the misunderstanding from last night. After that, can you take me there?”

ME: Ok

A few hours later, I met Jade near the pool. She was in her bikini, and I was in a robe with nothing inside. I suggested that she do the same, Jae asked me to cover her as she removed her bikini to wear the robe and my god! Youth has its virtues, I must admit. Jade was five feet two at the most and probably just under 100 pounds. Her small yet beautiful tits were “B” size at best; they were sticking, defying gravity.

We started walking towards the gate to the nudist resort, and then Jade said:

Jade: I wish I had boobs like you

Me: Aagh, not always an asset, it takes a lot of work to keep them from slipping down. But thanks, honey, I always enjoy being complimented.

As we entered the resort, there was a series of hooks for us to hang our robes. I had no problem removing my robe, but Jade was a little hesitant and nervous; she was looking around to convince herself that this was a prank and she wasn’t the odd one walking naked. Finally, off it came.

I scanned the resort and noticed a lot of new faces. The weekend was approaching, no wonder the clientele has increased, I thought, more meat, Good.

I took Jade to the reception and introduced her to Divya, who helped Jade with paperwork while I continued my scan.

There were still more women than Men, but the ratios were better compared to last time. There were some interesting couples and some not so interesting; a lot of younglings had a “Red” band. Jade was done and waved her “Green” band at me. I guess she was on her pill and looking for a wild adventure.

Jade was acting like a child in Disneyland, her head moving from side to side, like she did not want to miss a single thing. I was captivated by her wonderment. Then something happened, Jade saw something that stopped her in her tracks, with her eyes wide open and lips forming a “O”.

I followed her line of sight and realised her reaction was justified, a tall man was standing with the biggest hunk of meat I’d ever seen. It was so big and beautiful that I instinctively wanted to walk towards it and touch it; the meat was hanging, extending almost to his mid-thigh. I might have looked at that cock for a few seconds, but unfortunately, that huge cock was attached to a body that did not attract me.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s just that I’ve spent my life maintaining physical fitness, seeing a cock attached to a body with a beer belly and a round body was a massive turn off for me. Even if I worked on convincing myself that there was this thing about his age, he was at least 10 years older than me, and my desires leaned towards the opposite.

Jade, on the other hand, was drooling and elbowing me to introduce her to him, as if I knew everyone here. The gentleman was now staring at us directly; his large, round face gave a warm smile, unsure if that smile was for me, Jade or both of us. Luckily, just behind him, I noticed Sharon talking to a young lad who piqued my interest.

Taking the initiative, I grabbed Jade’s hand and started walking towards that guy and introduced ourselves, then I left Jade with him and said I needed to go. I made my way towards Sharon; I interrupted their conversation to greet Sharon and noticed the guy was not as young as he looked from a distance. He was not a local, a European, if I had to guess. He was close to my age, and for some reason, I was ok to adjust my parameter for men’s age and stretch it slightly.

He was at least 6 feet tall with not a single hair on his body. He had a nice, perfectly symmetrical cock, not huge or small, just perfect for a fuck.

Sharon: Hey Priya, I was talking to Aksel about you

Aksel’s warm smile almost melted me as I raised my hand to shake his, awaiting him to introduce himself

His Nordish accent sent a shiver down my spine, and any modesty that was left in me was given away by how my nipples reacted. Aksel then told me that he is from Denmark, and he and his wife often visit this place. He said they enjoy an open marriage, and it includes their family.

My first thought was that family meant their cousins, brothers and sisters. Mm, interesting, I said.

Just then, Sharon interjected and said, “Yeah, they got their son Aage with them this time”

Now it all made sense. Sharon had an ulterior motive. Aksel was of my age, which would put his son at 19 or 20 years old. This syncs in with Sharon’s interests. Aksel had a captivating demeanour. I barely noticed Sharon leaving us; within minutes, we were sharing a bottle of wine, talking about life, dreams and desires.

I wondered what was happening with Jade and leaned to look at her. She was holding the huge cock in both her hands with drool on her lips. Jade was completely lost and didn’t care what was happening around her. It looked like she had created a realm where only she and that huge cock existed. No point worrying about her, so much for a needle dick husband, I said to myself.

Without any thought, I looked at Aksel and said, “I know it sounds a bit forward, but I want to have sex with you”

Aksel: Me too, honestly, I wanted to introduce you to my wife first, but she has gone to the town to buy some things

Aksel stood up, extending his hand and said, “Let’s go to my room”.

Aksel’s room was a three-sided balcony exposed towards the ocean. He softly touched my back and guided me towards the round bed.

I wrapped my hands around him and leaned forward to lock our lips. His sensual and restrained urgency elevated my sensitivity, emboldening my approach. I slid my left hand down his torso only to find his smooth, slowly engorging European cock. The warm, porcelain texture kept slipping my fingertips as I carefully cupped his hairless sack and began squeezing it softly.

I felt this building desire to get closer and be more intimate by wrapping the smooth dick in my mouth. I broke my embrace, but he leaned towards me, slowly bending me back onto the bed. I was ready to surrender myself almost immediately by spreading my legs and raising my knees in anticipation of him riding me. As soon as my head touched the mattress, Aksel broke the connection of the thought I had and started to nibble at my neck with small butterfly kisses until he reached my tits, cupping them with his hands.

My nipples responded to his mouth and fingers. I could no longer stop my body from arching, helping him to take more of them inside his mouth. With my eyes closed, head rolled back, and an exquisite feeling, I enjoyed his touch, his pressure and the firmness of his body. It was perfect for my senses.

He broke away from my sensitive tits and focused his attention on my belly. My body was confused as I kept guessing where his lips would touch next. I was already wet, my cunt was leaking, and I could smell the sex in the air. Just then, his lips touched the top of my pubic mound, and I could feel his tongue flickering against the split of my pussy. It touched my clit first, sending a bolt of lightning from my cunt to the brain, and my hips were automatically raising against his mouth. I wanted to grab his head and force it against my cunt. It took a Herculean effort to restrain myself and feel the oral magic administered by the mage.

He was an expert in the way his tongue and mouth manipulated the spots; he knew exactly what he was doing; it was beyond my capacity to resist him. He put his tongue inside my cunt, and his mouth encapsulated my clit. My body was convulsed as I started to pinch both my nipples, all my restraint gone. I was huffing and puffing as I came hard on his face.

He then worked me down by kissing my thighs as if he knew how to react to a woman’s desire, then he slowly started to build me back up by sucking on my feet and softly massaging my body. Once again, his face was on my cunt, and I wondered if he was going to cum again. I was so close, but he switched gears and was on to restarting his journey with butterfly kisses. He was agonizingly slow, while I enjoyed those romantic touches and kisses, I just wanted to push his face back to my cunt.

I think he caught on to my emotions and responded even better. I could feel the head of his cock spreading my labia and making initial contact. Before he could change his mind and play tricks with my body, I locked him by folding my legs around him and grabbed his smooth back with my hands. His dick was now deep inside my cunt, and my body was reacting to his thrusts. Every time our tempo gained speed and felt like we were Cumming Aksel would switch gears, bringing both of us down from the peak.

I was lost in the rise and fall of adrenaline. This was the first time a man had fucked me so long with both of us enjoying every second. My body was hitting its limit: I didn’t know I had this much stamina and strength. I decided to let go, a total release of emotions; it felt like I was holding a storm within me. I had a monumental orgasm, releasing a flood of liquid for the first time in my life. I came so hard.

Aksel rolled off and was breathing heavily. I guess he had a great load released, the condom was stuck in my cunt, I pulled it out, and it was quite full. Both of us lay on the bed listening to the lapping sound of the waves, which lulled me to sleep almost instantly.

Not sure how long I was sleeping, I woke up with the realisation that my cunt was orally administered by Aksel. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of a warm tongue. I instinctively placed my hand on his head to guide him towards a sweet spot. Just then, I heard a woman’s moan an inch from my shoulder.

Instantly, my eyes popped open, and I moved my head towards the moan I heard and witnessed thick dark hair spread across my shoulder. Aksel was on top of this woman fucking her right next to me. I was filled with anxiety; my hand was still grabbing the straw-like hair of the person sucking my cunt. It was one of those “what the fuck” moments for me, as much as my body enjoyed the licking, my brain was confused and overwhelmed.

I pulled my head up and stared at a young lad with his face buried in my womanhood.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” I screamed. Just then, the woman next to me was moaning loudly, indicating she was close to an orgasm. I looked at Aksel, and he was grunting and about to release as well. A half-hidden kid’s face hidden below my cunt, Aksel’s eyes rolling back with a smile as he looked at me getting close to his climax, and the woman turning her head staring at me in ecstasy. Yup, this counts as the craziest, most confusing moment of my life.

Aksel was out of breath. He then smiled and said, “Allow me to introduce my family. This is my wife, Nora, and that little rascal between your legs is our son Roland”

My head was flooded with so many thoughts and questions; all I could say in return was “umm. Uh .. I’m Priya”

Roland mumbled something I could not understand. His accent then focused his mouth on my gaping cunt; I was startled a little bit. Nora noticed that and gave a little laugh, saying, “Enjoy, my boy is good at sucking and licking cunt”.

Nora was beautiful with her raven hair and gorgeous body. Aksel got up, and Nora rolled over, sliding herself towards me. Without any hesitation, he leaned over and grabbed my right tit in her mouth. I immediately wanted to jerk her away and tell her that I’m not into women, but for some reason, Roland was doing his magic down there, and I did not want that to be interrupted, so I played along.

It felt weird, the shock of another woman touching and sucking my tits. This weirdness soon turned into curiosity; my nipple stretched, telling her to suck it all up. Nora was now cupping one of my breasts with one hand and sucking the other tit. Aksel was behind Nora and licking her arse hole, I guess.

Aksel was now on his knees and started fuck Nora in her Ass. Nora, who was sucking my nipple, suddenly bit them as she felt the pain of her husband’s dick entering her butt hole. She now had her mine face and locked her lips with mine. Nora’s strong yet sensitive embrace, Roland’s magical tongue inherited from his father, Aksel fucking Nara’s arse from behind, the electrifying feeling of my fingers holding Nora’s firm tits was intoxicating.

This was a bloody freaking orgy that was not in my plan, but the strange thing is, I loved it. The fact that I was in a fucking orgy with a family boosted my desire. I felt like I’d done it all and reached the summit of perversion until Roland stopped and started fucking my cunt.

Fucking hell, this was beyond what I perceived. I was hoping Roland would dance with me like his father, taking me to the peak and getting me down, but nope! I was far too gone, my lips were still locked with Nora’s and my hands were aggressively feeling her tits, both father and son were syncing with their thrusts.

Holy Shit! I came so hard along with Roland; I felt a warm jizz deep inside me, and that’s when I realised that Roland was not wearing protection. Nora pulled back. I think she was expecting her orgasm to come close. Nora was now in a doggy position, and Aksel was pounding her hard. He then wrapped his hand around and started to rub her clit as he fucked his wife’s arse.

I was relishing every moment, and in minutes, Nora came. I knew this because she was holding my arm tightly by the pressure she applied and the squeal she let out. I just knew she was done. Aksel got his hard dick out of Nora’s arse. He was still not done, “what the hell,” I said to myself and reached towards his slippery cock, I could smell Nora’s ass all over Aksel’s dick, I rubbed it on my cheeks and took it inside my mouth.

I started to jerk it, suck it and deep throat that beautiful cock and finally was rewarded with a warm jizz in my mouth. We all took a break, and I cleaned up, then we all relaxed in the luxurious super super-large hot tub.

As we were in the tub, I observed and wondered if this was normal for this family or if this was a special one-time event for them. We spent about 20 minutes in the tub, and I noticed Nora was getting a bit excited. Before I could get involved further in Adam’s family’s incestual misadventures, I announced that I was tired and needed a break.

Nora smiled and nodded, and as soon as I was out of the tub, she pounced on her son, riding him like a whore without a shred of guilt. My body was still not accustomed to marathon sex; I bid them farewell and left the room.

The End

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I really wanted to finish this series in this chapter; unfortunately, the remaining part of the story is not long enough to qualify for a chapter, and this chapter has almost reached its word limit. So, I’ll leave the rest for your imagination.

In every village, there are women whispered about. Some for scandal. Some for sorrow. And some because their very presence feels like a story waiting to be told.

Sarala was one such woman.

She walked with the weight of silence — not out of shame, but because she had learned that words rarely did justice to grief. Her beauty was of the old kind — the kind sculpted slowly by hardship and sun. Her skin bore the gold-brown hue of fields at harvest, smooth and warm, with that dusky softness that only women from the heart of the Deccan seemed to carry.

She was curvaceous — in a way that made even her quietest movements feel like poetry. Her hips swung gently when she walked, not with pride or provocation, but with the unhurried rhythm of someone who had nothing to prove. Her breasts were full beneath her plain cotton blouse, her stomach soft, her waist low and wide — the kind of body that held stories, not just shape. She never wore jewellery beyond the thin red glass bangles she kept after widowhood, but her silence shimmered like gold.

Men turned their heads when she passed. Women lowered their voices. She didn’t need to speak — she was felt.

And then there was Mounika.

Where Sarala was dusk, Mounika was flame.

She was taller, sharper, with a spine that seemed carved from stubbornness itself. Her skin was a richer cinnamon, kissed by the sun with pride. Her eyes, large and almond-shaped, missed nothing, especially injustice. She walked like she knew the ground belonged to her, firm steps, hips that swung like the pendulum of a clock ticking toward reckoning.

Mounika’s figure was leaner, her sari always worn a little tighter around her waist, not for vanity but for readiness. She moved fast, spoke fast, and thought even faster. Her legs were long, her back straight, her shoulders unbowed. There was fire in her, the kind that didn’t seek permission before burning. Men respected her, even feared her. Women either adored her or hated her — there was no middle ground.

But when she stood beside Sarala, their two bodies in contrast: soft and sharp, dusk and flame, the village paused. Together, they were not whispers. They were thunder.
Two women — One had learned to survive quietly. The other had learned to fight back. And together, they would change everything, especially their lives.

***

It had rained all evening.
A summer downpour — warm, insistent, soaking the red earth and the tiled roofs, turning the village lanes into flowing veins of mud and leaves.

Mounika had come over late, after her husband left for a week-long trip. Her braid was loose. Her white night saree clung wet to her waist from running across the courtyard. She carried hot tea. And something restless in her eyes.

Sarala opened the door, hair uncombed, lips bitten raw from thinking too much. The rain behind her thundered like a warning. Or an invitation.

They sat on the charpai, shoulders touching. No words. Just the monsoon wind pressing against the cracked wooden windows. Mounika leaned her head on Sarala’s shoulder. And stayed there.

Sarala had closed her eyes. She could feel the warmth of Mounika’s breath on her collarbone. That breath—soft, hesitant, womanly made her belly twist with something dangerous. Something she hadn’t named.

When Mounika’s hand slid into hers, Sarala didn’t pull away.

When her thumb traced the inside of Sarala’s wrist, slow and trembling, she didn’t stop her.
The air between them rippled like heat over fire.

The rain came suddenly, slanting across the tiled roofs like a fury released. Most women ducked indoors, clutching laundry and firewood. But Sarala remained on her veranda, chin lifted to the storm, blouse dampening, the cotton clinging to her chest and stomach. She closed her eyes. The rain was loud enough to mute the world. Enough to make her feel alone.

As they sat together, Sarala’s saree drenched and Mounika’s saree got wet, pasted to her skin, hair wild, face shining from the rain. Her eyes, always too bold, held that same unreadable thing. Hunger. Defiance. Curiosity.

They looked at each other. Sarala sensed the tension and moved away from her to the verandah.

Mounika stepped forward. “You look like you want to be touched by something.”

Sarala stiffened. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why?” Mounika came closer. “Because I do want to touch you?”

The air changed. Thunder cracked behind them, but it was quiet here. The silence between them pulsed, alive with something electric.

Sarala turned away, but Mounika followed. She stepped under the awning, closer now. The scent of rainwater and soap, of jasmine oil and wet earth filled the space between them.

“You shouldn’t come here like this,” Sarala whispered. “People—”

“Let them see.”

“No.” Her voice broke. “You don’t know what it’s like. To be watched. Judged. To be a woman alone. A widow.”

Mounika didn’t reply. Just reached out and touched the edge of Sarala’s wet pallu. Slid it down her shoulder slowly, reverently, like peeling fruit.

“I’m not afraid,” she said.

Sarala stepped back. But her back met the pillar.

And Mounika was in front of her now—so close Sarala could feel the heat of her breath in the cold rain air.

“You should be,” Sarala whispered, voice shaking. “You’re still a child.”

“No,” Mounika said. “I stopped being one the day I first saw you in that white saree… and wanted to be the one to undo it.”

Sarala gasped softly. Her knees trembled.

Mounika raised her hand, slow and careful, and touched Sarala’s cheek. Her thumb brushed the corner of her lip. The touch was not innocent. It was an asking. A test.

Sarala should’ve turned away. Pushed her off. Said something about shame, about dharma, about being women in a world that didn’t forgive softness between them.
Instead, she closed her eyes.

And Mounika leaned in.

The kiss was not sweet. It was wet and desperate and clumsy—rain still dripping from their hair, their clothes sticking, mouths opening too fast. Mounika’s fingers dug into Sarala’s waist, and Sarala, god help her, pulled her closer.

When they broke apart, Sarala was breathless, her voice cracked in guilt and awe.
“This can’t happen,” she whispered.

The rain hadn’t stopped.

It had turned the village into a wet hush, the kind that wrapped houses in secrets and drowned out footsteps. No one saw them—two silhouettes slipping inside Sarala’s house, soaked to the bone, hearts louder than the thunder.

Sarala shut the door behind them, her hands shaking. She didn’t light the lamp. Moonlight filtered through the slits of the wooden window, enough to see Mounika standing in the centre of her small room—dripping, breathing, waiting.

“You should go,” Sarala whispered, not even believing herself.

But Mounika stepped out of her wet slippers. “I’m not going.”

Sarala didn’t answer. She only stood there, like a woman on the edge of a flood she could no longer stop. Her saree clung to her skin, blouse damp and translucent, the curve of her breasts visible beneath the cotton.

Mounika walked to her—slow, barefoot, eyes steady. She touched Sarala’s arm first, fingers sliding over wet skin. Then her waist. Then lower, to the curve of her hip. She didn’t ask.

Sarala closed her eyes and let out a breath that sounded like surrender.

Mounika undid her saree—not roughly, but with care. Unwinding it like a prayer. The cotton peeled off in slow spirals, falling at Sarala’s feet. She wore nothing underneath but that soaked blouse, the knots tight with time and modesty.

Mounika’s hands went there next. Untied them one by one, baring Sarala’s chest to the cool air and her hot mouth.

“Mounika…” Sarala’s voice cracked. “Don’t do things you’ll regret.”

“I’ll only regret stopping,” Mounika said, and knelt.

She kissed Sarala’s stomach first—low, reverent, a wet mouth on trembling flesh. Her tongue traced circles, slow and cruel, until Sarala’s knees weakened. She kissed upward, over ribs, over nipple, over throat. Her hands firmed on Sarala’s thighs, pulling her close, pinning her gently to the mud wall.

Sarala moaned—quiet, desperate, like a sound that had been trapped inside her for years.
Mounika didn’t let her fall. She guided her to the mat, lowered her down onto the floor that still smelled faintly of firewood and turmeric. She spread her out like an offering. Hair splayed, legs parted, body caught between fear and wild desire.

Then Mounika took her time.

She did not rush, did not fumble. She moved with the calm boldness of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to claim it. She knelt over Sarala like a storm ready to break, but withheld the thunder.

First, she looked.
Sarala lay before her, half-naked, rain-drenched cotton peeled away, breath shallow, limbs trembling. Her chest rose and fell, her nipples already taut from cold and anticipation. Her skin glowed in the half-light, slick with heat and rain. Mounika drank in the sight, hungry, reverent.

She leaned down and kissed Sarala’s collarbone—soft, slow, lips lingering.

Then her jaw.

Then her throat.

Her tongue trailed over Sarala’s pulse, slow enough to feel it flutter. She kissed her way down to the valley between her breasts, nuzzled there, breathed warm and slow.

Sarala gasped.

“I haven’t been touched in years,” she whispered, voice shaking.

Mounika raised her head. “That ends tonight.”

She cupped Sarala’s breasts—both hands full, gentle at first. Then firmer. Her thumbs grazed the nipples, and Sarala arched—sharp, involuntary, a soft moan tearing from her lips.

“You’re sensitive here,” Mounika murmured, lips brushing against a nipple. “Good.”

Then she closed her mouth over it—wet, slow, her tongue circling, flicking, teasing until Sarala whimpered. Her fingers worked the other breast, firm and rhythmic, as if orchestrating a music only Sarala’s body could hear.

Sarala writhed beneath her, hands gripping the mat, head tossing side to side.

Mounika climbed up, their bodies now flush, warm skin to warm skin, breasts pressing, stomachs sliding. She cradled Sarala’s face and kissed her, slow at first, lips brushing, tasting.

Then deeper.

Their mouths opened.

Tongues met curious, hungry, wet. They kissed like they were starving for something only the other could offer. Lips locking, tongues tangling, mouths breathing into mouths. It wasn’t delicate, it was fire. Wet, open, honest. A claiming.

Mounika bit Sarala’s lower lip, just enough to make her moan.

“You taste like rain and sin,” she whispered.

She moved downward again, trailing her tongue over Sarala’s stomach, dipping into the hollow of her navel, biting the softness just above the pelvis. Her hands slid under Sarala’s waist, lifting her, parting her thighs with quiet command.

And then Mounika looked up.

Sarala’s eyes were wide, glazed with heat and fear and surrender. Her thighs quivered.
“You can stop me,” Mounika said, voice hushed but unyielding.

Sarala didn’t move. Her voice was a whisper. “I don’t want to.”

That was enough.

Mounika slid her fingers between Sarala’s thighs slowly, possessively. She found her pussy. Soaked. Aching. Her touch was gentle, then deliberate. She circled her with fingers soft as silk, but steady, as if learning her pulse.

Sarala gasped and clutched the mat.

Then Mounika leaned in.

She kissed her pussy delicately first, like a prayer.

Then opened her mouth and devoured.

Her tongue worked in slow, tormenting circles, pressing where it mattered, teasing where it burned. She licked and sucked and stayed there, not stopping even when Sarala cried out—her thighs shaking, her hips lifting off the mat, her hands in Mounika’s hair.

She focused on that sensitive spot, her clit, slow strokes, then faster, then stopping again just to hear Sarala plead: “Please… please don’t stop… it’s too much…” That night, Sarala wasn’t a widow. She was a woman. Fire. Hunger. Flood.

Mounika moaned against her, letting her feel the vibration.

She slipped a finger inside slowly, carefully—then another, her mouth never leaving her clit, her tongue relentless. Sarala shattered, soft cries turning to guttural sounds. Her body pulsed, bowed, and gave in completely.

She came like rain—sudden, unstoppable, everywhere.

Mounika didn’t stop until Sarala was limp, her body glistening, her eyes dazed.

Then she climbed up again, kissed her lips, letting her taste herself and lay beside her, curling her arm over Sarala’s bare waist.

They lay two women, tangled in sin and softness, naked in a house that had forgotten touch, wet from rain and sweat, drenched in something dangerously close to love.

Sarala turned, pressing her face into Mounika’s neck.

And whispered, half-broken: “What have you done to me…”

Mounika only kissed her forehead.

“Set you free.”

***

The night had thinned.

Rain no longer fell, but droplets still clung to the windows, to the silence. A rooster cried somewhere far off, too early. The world outside remained asleep.

Inside, they hadn’t spoken. Only breathed—entwined, bare, warm from the fire they’d lit inside each other.

Sarala lay awake.

Mounika slept, or pretended to, her face turned toward the mud wall, her bare back rising and falling slowly beneath the soft cotton of the thrown sheet. One leg curled over Sarala’s thigh like instinct. Possessive, even in sleep.

But Sarala couldn’t close her eyes.

She watched her. Watched the lines of her back, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips. She had never looked at another woman like this—not with hunger, not with longing, not with the urge to worship.

Mounika stirred, stretching faintly, and then turned.

Her face, young and open in the moonlight, blinked once—twice. And then her hand found Sarala’s arm.

“You’re staring,” she murmured.

Sarala swallowed. “I’ve never seen someone like you. Never touched a woman. Never wanted to.”
Mounika smiled, sleep-warm. “Then touch me again.”

Sarala sat up, pulled the sheet from Mounika’s body gently. Her saree, hastily thrown back on after the first storm of their love, now lay loose over her curves. Wet in places, twisted in others.

Sarala hesitated.

Then, with shaking hands, he began to undo it.

Not like Mounika had undone her—this was slower. Careful. Almost sacred. She unwrapped the saree from around Mounika’s waist, unlooped it from her chest, revealing what was hidden, inch by inch.

And then she saw her.

Mounika’s body was young and taut. Breasts full, high, nipples dark and soft. Her stomach is smooth, untouched by age or child. Her thighs are firm, skin unmarked.

So different.

Sarala looked down at herself—breasts fuller, a soft belly, stretched along her hips. Her nipples were darker, her waist was not what it once was, but almost as slim as Mounika’s.

And yet—
Mounika looked up at her like she had never seen anything more beautiful.

Sarala leaned in.

She kissed Mounika’s chest—slowly. Not just her breasts, but the space between. Her tongue brushed the top curve, tasting salt and skin. Then she took one nipple in her mouth, carefully, unsure at first. Her lips parted, tongue circling, learning its shape.

Mounika gasped softly. Her fingers slid into Sarala’s hair.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

That emboldened her.

Sarala suckled her with more purpose now—pulling her into her mouth, tongue flattening, lips wet and greedy. Her hand moved to the other breast, cupping it, squeezing gently. She looked up, eyes dark.

“So full,” she murmured. “So soft. You’ve never been taken like this, have you?”

Mounika bit her lip. “No one’s ever cared… to slow down.”

Sarala kissed lower, down her navel, between her thighs, until she spread her gently—without demand, but with reverence.

And there—Mounika opened to her like a flower.

Wet. Glimmering. Waiting pussy.

Sarala took a breath.

And then, slowly, she bent down and kissed her pussy.

Mounika cried out—sharp and startled.

Sarala smiled against her pussy.

She licked slowly, testing, then deeper. Her tongue moved with purpose now—circling Mounika’s clit, pressing just enough, retreating, returning. Her hands gripped her thighs, spreading her further, holding her still. Her tongue was thorough. Unhurried.

She devoured her with the devotion of a woman with years of silence to offer.
Mounika arched, fingers clenching the mat, moaning openly now.

“God… Sarala… I’m…”

Sarala didn’t stop.

She changed rhythm, then pressure. She sucked gently. Her fingers found her as well—inside now, slow, firm, deeper with every push. Her tongue never left that sensitive bud.

And then—
Mounika broke.
She didn’t just climax—she shattered.

Her cry wasn’t quiet—it tore from her throat like a storm that had been waiting for years. Her hips rose uncontrollably, chasing Sarala’s tongue, desperate to stay filled, wet, taken. Her legs clamped around Sarala’s shoulders, not to push her away but to hold her in, as if afraid the pleasure would vanish if she let go.

“Sarala… oh god… don’t stop… don’t you dare…” she sobbed, her fingers buried in Sarala’s hair, tugging, anchoring herself to the only thing real—that mouth between her thighs.

And Sarala held her there, through it all, tongue firm and slow, fingers inside her still curling just right, drawing out wave after wave. Not hurried. Not shy. She had found the exact spot that made Mounika scream, her clit and inner vaginal spot. And she stayed there. Controlled. Devoted.
Mounika thrashed, trembling, crying into the dark.

Her entire body was wet, rain, sweat, arousal, every inch of her slick, glowing, sacred. Her thighs quivered. Her nipples were hard against the air, aching to be touched again. Her hair spread wildly across the mat, a halo of undone womanhood.

When the storm inside her finally stilled, she collapsed back into the mat, panting, her lips parted, chest heaving, tears at the corners of her eyes—not from sorrow, but from the sheer violence of being seen… and claimed.

Sarala rose slowly from between her thighs, her mouth wet, her lips glistening with Mounika’s taste.
She looked radiant. Fierce. Like an older goddess who had remembered her power.

Without a word, she leaned down and kissed Mounika—mouth open, tongue deep, letting her taste herself. It wasn’t gentle, it was wet, raunchy, and raw. Their tongues met again, tangled, slid—slow and hot and slick. Their mouths made small, hungry sounds, like they couldn’t get enough of each other, like they were trying to swallow the fire they’d lit.

“You taste like rain,” Sarala whispered against her lips. “Wet. Sweet. Raw.”

“And you,” Mounika gasped, pulling her closer, “are harder than I imagined.”

Sarala smiled—a slow, knowing smile. “Years of silence. Of need. I had to become fire to survive.”
She cupped Mounika’s breasts now—both hands full of soft, young flesh. The nipples were still firm, begging. Sarala brushed her thumbs over them slowly.

“So soft,” she murmured, “yet they beg to be bitten.”

Mounika arched, shameless, needy. “Then bite them.”

Sarala lowered her head and did—lips parted, tongue flicking, then teeth grazing just enough to make Mounika moan again. Her mouth was all over her—wet kisses on the underside, tongue trailing saliva that cooled in the air and made her shiver.

“I could suck these all night,” Sarala growled softly. “Taste you until you cry again.”

“I want to cry again,” Mounika gasped, her nails now raking lightly down Sarala’s back. “Do it. Make me.”

They rolled, tangled, skin on skin.

Hands slipped between thighs again—slippery and bold. The room filled with wet sounds, ragged breath, soft curses in Telugu.

The mat was soaked—rain, sweat, spit, wetness. Their bodies slid against each other, skin clinging to skin, breasts brushing in rhythm, bellies grinding, thighs parted wide. Fingers moved where tongues had been. Mouths sucked where breath had just passed.

The room pulsed with sound—not just moans, but words. Words they’d never dare speak in daylight.

“Chee…” Mounika gasped, her voice breaking as Sarala’s mouth latched back onto her breast. But it wasn’t fear. It was laughter in lust. That mocking, shameless joy that burns through shame.

Sarala chuckled, her lips wet on Mounika’s nipple. Then Mounika’s hand was between Sarala’s thighs again. Bold. Two fingers, slick, moving. Sarala threw her head back.

“We got in a trap, haven’t we?” she whispered through gritted teeth.

Mounika smirked. “Your madness is crashing onto me.”

They laughed into each other’s mouths—then kissed again, open, teeth clashing, tongues wet and tangled.

“I’ll claim the kingdom between your thighs”, Sarala gasped as she slid down again.

“Don’t stop! Grind like a stone into me,” Mounika whimpered, her nails digging into Sarala’s shoulders. Hard. Steady. Breaking her.

Their language turned to gasps, curses of pleasure,” you’ve made me insane… again… just like that…”

Sarala’s voice grew husky, dominant.

“Don’t lift your head. Lie down. I’ll do everything.”

She pinned Mounika’s wrists gently to the mat. Climbed over her again, her breasts dragging down Mounika’s body, her mouth wet on her neck.

“Now, I am going to devour you”, she growled into her ear.

And she did.

Slowly, purposefully, she licked her again, drew shapes on her, made her tremble, moan, beg. Her mouth worked with rhythm. Her fingers kept her hips steady.

Mounika writhed, cursing in low, panting: “My husband never did this like you do…”

And when Mounika came—again—her cries were full of thunder and tears:
“Sarala… you’re enough… I won’t be able to let you go…”

Sarala lifted her face—lips glistening with the taste of a woman’s fire—and smiled, voice trembling with power and release, “I’m yours now too.”

They whispered filth like it was poetry. Words like: “Push deeper…”

“I want to drown in your mouth…”

“I want to feel you all over me—like this rain.”

Mounika writhed under Sarala, her breasts jiggling with every thrust of fingers, her moans now uninhibited, deliciously filthy.

“You burn,” she gasped. “You’re fire wrapped in soft skin…”

“And you,” Sarala moaned into her neck, “are rain that never puts me out…”

Their bodies moved in rhythm—wet, sticky, raw.

They were women.

Full. Hungry. Givers and takers. One older, broken open. One younger, awakened. Their sweat mingled. Their moans echoed off the clay walls. Their thighs clashed, hips bucked, bellies slid against bellies. The fire between them had no shape now—just heat. Just hunger.

They came in waves—crying out, hips rising, body shaking in each other’s arms. Mounika sobbed her name, legs locking around Sarala’s shoulders, pulling her close, not letting her go.
Sarala held her through it all.

Only when she softened, breathless and undone, did Sarala finally rise, kiss her lips—wet, full, shared now with the taste of her surrender.

They held each other in silence.

And for the first time in years, Sarala smiled.

When it ended again, they lay in a heap—legs tangled, breasts against breasts, mouths open but too breathless to speak.

Mounika curled into Sarala’s arms like a girl folding into a woman. And Sarala, who had forgotten what it meant to be touched like this, held her like she’d never let go.

Outside, the moon dipped behind the clouds. Inside, two women burned quietly—one young and wrecked, one older and resurrected—both drunk on what it meant to finally take, to give, to be devoured and still rise.

“I never knew I could love a woman like this,” she whispered.

Mounika, still dazed, nuzzled into her neck.

“And I never knew anyone could love me like this.”